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[monksblog]

shockjawsquad replied to your post “In FFXIV once I got over my initial anxiety I became the party member...”

Just curse them fuckboiz >:U

And I dooooooo. I should be able to afford my own PS4 in like a month and when I do that I’m renewing my FFXIV subscription and yall will never see me again l8er

[monksblog]

shockjawsquad reblogged your photoset:@shockjawsquad They gave me Ragna and Thundernaut!...

muahaha this is great! I’d love to learn more about your characters :) and yeah, I figured a dragon like Yu would be...

I began working on more detailed bios for Shu and Yu, but who knows when those will be done. So here’s some info on Yu:

Yu is a Malignant Melody (working title, and the Viking title, I will figure out the Chinese name later), a semi-aquatic strike class (probably?) dragon native to the wetlands of China. The Melody does not breath fire but spits poison/toxin. Much like a Monstrous Nightmare, the Melody coats itself in it’s saliva. This renders the dragon toxic, diverting potential predators and killing anything bold enough to bite it. The Melodies spend their time lounging in swamps, their poison seeping into the water and slowly turning the plants and aquatic life in the area inedible to all but the Melody.

The Malignant Melody gets it’s name from it’s ability to mimic sounds, often in the form of songs it hears birds chirping or children singing. It can even mimic human speech to some extent; it lures larger prey in either with it’s “singing” or by mimicking the creature’s own call. The Melody’s vocal cords are extremely flexible and it is equipped with extra sets allowing it to hit any vocal range. A Melody that has been out of the water for too long looses this flexibility, and will loose it’s ability to adequately mimic low bass.

Though they are not required to live on water, the Melody’s skin can be fragile with improper care. Hydration and it’s toxic saliva coating keeps the skin durable and strong while maintaining a sleek appearance and soft touch. For it’s durability and beauty they have been hunted to near extinction for their skins. It is estimated that there is less than 100 still alive.

Yu himself is a rambunctious dragon. He was raised by Shu after his mother was killed; he sees her as his new mother. He is a very curious dragon with a desire to learn and interact with the world around him. As he hardly knew his birth mother he was never taught to coat his hide in toxin, though doing so would make him extremely dangerous to Shu as his rider, so in the end it was better that way. On Shu’s island he has his own human-made stream to lounge in, with a constant flow of water as to prevent his toxin from accumulating and accidentally killing anything or anyone. Though he is extremely curious of humans, he has not yet interacted with many and meets strangers with hostility. He only recognizes Chinese and enjoys singing with Shu; he sings to her when she is ill.

[daglout]

:'( I thought you would hate the pairing for being hella weird so I went on anon sorry ;n; I'd love it as humans OR as dragons, the one most comfortable for you to write ! I just love the idea either wayyyy

PSA: Im chill with the dragons being shipped together *shrugs* Joke or no, theyre the same species so it don’t bother me. not that shipping is a joke, but if you wanted one, dragon/dragon isn’t offensive or anything!!

Im gonna write them as dragons, to challenge myself.. Enjoy!

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Hookfang tore through the sky, his long wings pounding the air, lifting him higher. Meatlug watched from below, sitting beside her human companion, whose eyes were shut as he remained motionless.

She noticed Hookfang’s neck was empty, no human straddled against his horns. It isn’t peculiar to see Hookfang flying alone around the island, out of all the dragons he would seem the least attatched to his companion, but Meatlug knows better than that. He wouldn’t fly so far from the shore, so far from the rest of the camp.

As he flies by, he glances her way, his eyes slited and her heart races.

Meatlug looked back at her companion, Fishlegs, still in a slumerous state, before observing Hookfang breaking through the cloud cover. Meatlug’s eyes widen when the dragon does not return.

She croaks out to Fishlegs, nuzzling the human’s arm. Fishlegs wakes, at fist annoyed before seeing her expression.

“What is it, girl?”

She motions to the sky by quirking her head. She croaks out again, hoping he will understand her.

“The sky? What about the sky… You want to ride?” Fishlegs shakes his head at her, and her ears fall back. “Not right now, Meatlug, it’s meditation time. You know our routine.”

Meatlug rolls her eyes. She looks back at the underbelly of the clouds, concern deepening in her face when Hookfang is not immediately returned. She looks back at Fishlegs. Unlike Hookfang, she is the least likely of the abled dragons to run away from her companion. Meatlug unfolds her wings and takes off, sending Fishlegs a sorry look before taking off into the clouds.

She closes her eyes against the thick vapor when she breaks through the cloud cover. When she opens them again, the clouds appear as a layer of soft ground, reflecting the bright sun’s orange hues. Meatlug searches for Hookfang, and finds the red dragon circling around a thin set of higher risen clouds. She quirks her head as his behavior, and flies over to him. He’s surprised at her appearance, eyes widened but pupils still slited. He pointedly looks at her back, sadleless like his now. Meatlug lowers her eyes, a bit bashful about being riderless. Riderless, and so high in the air.

Hookfang seems to sense her discomfort and he glides closer to her. Her heartbeat spikes at his nearness, and she hopes she doesn’t seem as alarmed ash she feels. She glances at him through the corner of her eyes… He’s the biggest dragon in their group, with long wings and a spikey, rugged back. She catches his eyes again and looks away. She hears him laughing and she glares at him.

Meatlug flies over to the thin clouds and gives Hookfang a questioning look. His eyes slit again and he flies over, staying close to her again. It’s weird, because she and Hookfang never fly close with the group. In fact, she doesn’t really hang out with any of the other dragons, as much as she does with Fishlegs.

She starts to worry again about her companion, thinking about how she just took off and left like that. All because Hookfang was acting weird. She glares at him again, but Hookfang doesn’t notice, he’s busy…

Meatlug moves away from Hookfang. He’s sweating out his green gel. He laughs again, shakes his head. She looks at him incredulously, expecting him to burst into flame, but he doesn’t. He glances her way, before flying off into the think clouds. Meatlug is amazed as the clouds form after him, the vapor sticking to his coated scales before sizzling out, creating crystals that glitter in the sunlight.

Hookfang is done circling the clouds, the patch nearly depleted. He stops beside Meatlug, and brushes his horns gently against her side. She looks back at him, and he quirks his head, pointing to another patch of clouds about a mile away. Meatlug shyly glances down at the fluffy cloud cover below her feet, where Fishlegs is waiting for her below. She shrugs it off, and joins Hookfang to fly around the new clouds ahead.

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my eyes will fall out if i write anymore of this. I couldn’t really think of what to do with them? So I just wrote and let the muses take care of it?? I hope you dont mind lol, it was fun to write! Thank you for this pair ;^)