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Five and Four doodles.
I felt like drawing them
Хашире сори йо!!!
padoru padoru pa-do...... drakengard 3 ~!!
For just 500,000,000 gold they’ll sing a song that is 100% guaranteed to make you go crazy
Yall I made a Drakengard 3 rp server who wants in?? Zero, Two, Cent and One are taken but everyone else is free to rp.
sore, or “going postal” | a drakengard 3 epistolary fanfic
Dearest Zero,
I’m so glad you enjoyed my peace offering! Of course I didn’t lead with the best. You know I like to take my time, keep you waiting, toy around a bit first. I always have been one for the long game, and this is no exception. I mean, just look at this! I waited an entire month for you to feel better before I even sent over a get well soon gift!
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When Five’s discovery of Zero’s hideaway leads to an unexpected gift, the two strike up a strange correspondence via short letters and strange messengers.
Read part one here.
sore, or “going postal” | a drakengard 3 epistolary fanfic (chapter 3/5)
Perfect Zero,
You said some things aren’t for savoring, and you act like you believe it. You’re all angles and anger. It’s adorable, Zero! And the greatest spite I can show to you is to savor it anyway. You’ll complain, because you complain about everything. But in the end, you couldn’t respect me if I didn’t disagree with you every now and again.
In the aftermath of Five’s special surprise, Five and Zero must navigate new twists and turns in their correspondence.
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Part One | Part Two | Part Three
sore, or “going postal” | a drakengard 3 epistolary fanfic (chapter 4/5)
My dear, lovely Zero,
I am never sure what to think with you. You won’t admit your love, that much is clear. Understandable really. It’s much more comfortable to talk about lust. And I could, all day. I would become a priestess to your hair as I spool it around my fingers, biting down on your shoulder as though your blood was the holiest of wines.
After Five’s confession, she and Zero are forced to finally come to terms with the meaning behind their strange correspondences, and with the impending and unstoppable fate in store for them.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four
i love five