#dracomultiverse

[elatedrails]

😊 : a blog that always makes you smile 🤫 : someone you secretly admire 💌 : a mutual you want to cheer on today

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😊 a blog that always makes you smile

@sercphs. Although Neu does not post much often, I have a deeply seated adoration for the way he writes. He’s a very kind, considerate and fun person to write with. I looooove the way he enables Sparkle’s uncanny desires and dynamics (P.S. Seth does NOT do any of these things. I thought it would be funny to throw in). But also, his OC lore has always been my favourite to listen to. The depths of character-building and world-building feels like an immersive story, and it always motivates me to be more creative in all of my pursuits. Arguably one of the coolest people in the world but doesn’t like admitting when I win and he loses.

🤫 someone you secretly admire

GREAT. I’m going to be exposed. @ofhope. One of the key reasons for this is the way she pursues what makes her happiest in writing. I’ve been observing the way she is building her interpretation of Ashley on dash, and it genuinely brings me comfort and a desire to build the same way she does. Girl, you make it look so effortless and I LOVE your pinned. You’re a true inspiration to the world and I hope you know that. Side note, but her writing style is also very intriguing and always brings me back to want to read more. I WILL be dragging you away to interact.

💌 a mutual you want to cheer on today

@boomerbutgood. It makes me feel incredibly happy when you’re on my feed, and I’m glad you’re able to find time to do some writing again. I love it when we talk about different dynamics we could pursue and get into the technicalities of it all when we can. I just want you to know that you’ll always be loved and appreciated, no matter where you go. The way you bring your verses to life with your love for them is always going to be one of my favourite things about you. You’re phenomenal and awesome!!

[soulstagger]

@dracomultiverse / Scribe's Red Adventurers

Though traces of it are always scarce, old and forgotten, or too dangerous to approach. There's always a trail of Red to follow once you've come across the first destroyed world. From there you pass by several others, a planet sent rogue, a star collapsed into a black hole. Shattered cores, sundered continents, and always not a soul left.

For someone who travels between the cosmos and many other worlds, these sights would no doubt be unnerving. Yet when the trail finally heats up again, it would not be desolation that Scribe finds but festival.

A visitor to a world were the culture is dominated by females, the males though not holding many titles are often either seen in leisure or service employ. Or merely as decorative husbands and partners.

Thankfully Scribe wouldn't be subject to such laws, instead welcomed as a guest, as an outworlder as they'd call him. Shown a place to stay, a meeting with delegates and the invitation to witness the crowning of their champion.

A festival of might and skill, and of political persuasion. Only the greatest among them might be Queen, to be protector and guardian. Uplifted by all those, as the females of this world share a connection amongst them all.

Through their combined might they'd elect a new leader, and till the monsters that seep from the rifts claim her, she would lead them anew.

Though Scribe was not simply gobbled up and subject to their laws, their recent encounters with other outworlders opening their eyes to a great universe. He was still at risk of being claimed by those who still seem to bend the rules the old ways.

Thus he was left in the care of one of the possible candidates loyal subjects, a young man named Lasha.

A short and rather modest boy, carrying what was a ceremonial sword. The only blade allowed to strike another woman should they accost him when his mistress was away. Many of the male prizes were like that, giving a blade to watch over, to be checked and measured.

Given enough time to at least know each other's names, the day of ceremony would be upon them. The morning sun was already rising, and Lasha was there to attend, dress, and hurry Scribe along.

"Master Scribe you must hurry. The Queen-elect is expecting us to be present soon, and the nobles are keen to entice you with offers to stay. You've practiced your polite accepted refusals yes?"

Refusals allowed to Scribe given his status, though most read like groveling to not make the powerful women of this world angry.

[stalwartembers]

“I'm not willing to put anyone else's life on the line.” (Eliza to Velvet Crowe)

Never Show Weakness - It Will Be Your Demise || Accepting

@dracomultiverse

"...words of a DELUDED LITTLE GIRL thinking herself a HERO, how cute." Tone filled of SASS and SARCASM as the LORD OF CALAMITY scoffs in reply. Golden eyes glowing as her claw taps calmly against her hip. "Sickening."

This poor, naive girl...she had no idea that were it others, they'd toss HER to the wolves, to the daemons, to the GODS, without so much as a blink or hesitation: her wanting to PROTECT others? It wouldn't be reciprocated --- VELVET knew that all too well.

"Words of advice? PUT YOURSELF FIRST, because others don't give a damn what happens to you. They'll let you DIE, even SACRIFICE YOU THEMSELVES, so they save their own asses."

[auntie-browning]

@dracomultiverse liked for a starter

The wail of frigid winds between the pines gave their small “expedition” a morbid inflection as the pair continued on their scheduled trek over mountainous terrain. The goal: driving a flag down on an agreed upon destination on their map. Works to help train Zaire on the importance of non-electronic navigation considering what modern electronics are capable of tracking. The last thing an assassin would like to do is keep a perfect trail for someone to follow, electronic or otherwise.

But to say that was the entire intent the fair doll Browning had in mind could be a bit of a stretch. She could hardly take another second in that mad-house of a compound. Constant pestering by faceless mooks trying to peer into her being as well as the threat of Anton breathing down her neck takes a toll on a poor girl. Some much-needed breathing room was advised, more so with the only other…marginally sane member of that crazy cult.

She had to nearly beg Anton to let this training mission of theirs even occur, much less without an entourage shadowing them throughout their little journey in nature. It’s probably the fact that they’d be deeper in wilderness which allowed them to be at ease with the whole thing. Probably would have never agreed for them to even step into a city if he had his way.

“♫ New blood joins this earth And quickly he's subdued Through constant pain disgrace The young boy learns their rules ♫"

"♫ With time the child draws in This whipping boy done wrong Deprived of all his thoughts The young man struggles on and on ♫"

"♫ He's known Oh a vow unto his own That never from this day His will they'll take away ♫”

Browning sang out in a low southern drawl as she continued to guide her inexperienced babe. She’d probably appreciate some kind of string instrument to better feel out the rhythm of her song.

It wasn’t a deal breaker either way, even if she was knee deep in mud and grime…cold air numbing all feeling in her toes. She wouldn’t take it any other way…so long as she was with him.

“♫ They dedicate their lives To running all of his He tries to please them all This bitter man he is ♫"

"♫ Throughout his life the same He's battled constantly This fight he cannot win A tired man they see no longer cares The old man then prepares To die regretfully That old man here is me ♫"

"♫ What I've felt What I've known Never shined through in what I've shown Never be Never see Won't see what might have been ♫"

"♫ What I've felt What I've known Never shined through in what I've shown Never free Never me So I dub thee unforgiven ♫”

[honeyglazeddancer]

((Starter for @dracomultiverse))

Miss Nightingale had introduced Milly to a strange woman with a cane and a brimmed hat, who had asked her a bunch of questions she didn't really understand before the official looking woman was called away by another official looking man. Everyone in suits, with sunglasses... Milly was wringing her hands together, nerves frought with unease. She didn't like the way they looked at her, the firmness in their tone, it set her on edge. So did the dimness of the room, and the lock of the door behind them.

Nightingale had apologized for it, but before the woman had left she'd said something about sending in a subordinate to get answers... Which meant she had to go back into that room again, right? 

"Tᖾᥱᥒ will I ɠᥱt to ຕᥱᥱt Cᖾɩᥱƒ...?" The question hung heavy in the air, watching the adjutant avoid her gaze and clear her throat. Offer her a nonanswer, then excuse herself for business as usual. Standing alone again, Milly gave a soft sigh. "I'ꙆꙆ tᥲƙᥱ tᖾᥲt ᥲ⳽ ᥲ ᥒo..."

It was a few days after this incident that Milly was called out again, supposedly the "subordinates" that Langley had mentioned were here. Milly was instructed to meet that person, or persons, in the interrogation room.

Keeping her hand clutched to her chest, she put on a bright smile and a cheerful demeanor, trying to mask the tug in her chest. The lingering fear that if... if she answered wrong... then what? What if they took her away? What if she never got to meet Chief...?

The sound of the click of the lock opening startled from her thoughts, picking herself back up and giving a happy greeting.

"Oᖾ, ຕყ, ᖾᥱꙆꙆo!" Milly straightened her posture, greeting the agent from the 9th agency the same way she would have greeted a new guest on Euproria.

[philosophicalhobo]

In The Hand

By aideomai

(Aka Drarry and the multiverse lol)

Words: 28,470 Chapters: 1/1

Drarry and Romione

Basically alternate Draco and Harry break the multiverse by accident and Auror Harry takes young angsty Draco, Hermione, and Ron on an adventure rounding up all the Draco and Harrys and bringing them back to their own universes.

It's got a happy ending and it's really cool to see all the alternate Drarrys

(Including but not limited to; war hardened, childhood bestie, girls, and jazz singer Draco)

Read it! It's so good dude.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14488914

[fatedvoid]

dracomultiverse asked: 🎀 - Ann is gonna put a bow on Chasca’s hair @dracoscanonverse - From This

Send 🎀 to put a bow in my muses hair

As she was taking a page out of Xillonen's book of rutines, Chasca decided to placed her hat to the side and take a small nap, with this being said a Qucusaurus chick ends up laying on her as well from the warmth of Natlans Sun, then After a while the "Peacemaker" finds herself waking up in the realization that she may have dozed off too long, and groggily places a hand to her head. And there as she pauses she feels somthing soft in her hair a material that she does not reconized. with this Chasca sits up and reaches to her side for a pocket mirrior that She bought from a merchant a while back. There in the reflection she noticed the cute but subtle Bow to the side of her hair The same color as her attire, the color consisted of Black, Blue and maroon. It was cute, though she couldn't help but wonder who placed this there. "Hmm what do you think little one?" She looked down at the chick as it Chirps happily in approval with chasca chuckled.

[worldscrossroads]

@dracomultiverse || Starter Call

"Yo. First time in Inaba?" Yui couldn't help but notice the young woman making her way from the direction of Inaba Station and looking very much like a lost puppy - though she also looked like she wouldn't appreciate the comparison. What made the other stand out wasn't just that she clearly wasn't a local - she wasn't even Japanese. Still, tourists weren't rare here in Inaba, so it only made sense they'd get some foreign ones, too.

"You need some help getting your bearings?" Of course, Yui stood out just as much given her prodigious height compared to most Japanese, and especially Japanese women. But more than that, her bright, violet-dyed hair was especially vibrant, only making her even more eye-catching, perhaps even moreso than Iris.