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draconicsilence · 2 years

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-looks both ways- time for random thoughts about a lizard

there is no reason for this beyond me wanting to talk about Grimaror by mentioning anything I can think of/remember for him that is just general stuff, not getting into character relationships here, just....assorted things that I thought of as I wrote down my thoughts for....a couple hours...

(if this doesn’t make it clear that my process of making headcanons and ideas is based purely on vibes and what my brain thinks of in the moment, idk what does)

- Whatever the hell he is in regards to dragon species....It ain’t a true Fell Dragon in regards to my own personal stuff. [Context: I have natural occurring dragons that look like Fells in stuff I do with my friends. Grim is....not one of these. Or an artificial one for that matter, at least in the sense of ‘looks like a natural Fell despite not being one’] Then what is he? Uhhh, the current guess is a sort of dragon chimera creature; the base is of the same creature as the leviathan he sees in his dreams, but he is so different from that creature as well, to the point that it is clear he is not quite the same dragon type as that one now. He is still called a Fell Dragon, he doesn’t know what else he could be, that’s just what people have called his dragon form for many years. (Examples of oddities: The six feathered wings, the legs too long for him.....the fact he has six eyes.)

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- What name came first, Grima or Grimroar? The answer is....Grima, but Grimroar was the name he chose for himself, though among people he shortens it to Grim. He knows it doesn’t hide his ties that well, but....it’s more normal at least, at least a tiny bit. Once he lost his memory, he doesn’t remember to shorten it......and yet it gets shortened to Grim again anyways.

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- -holds up his version from the dark timeline- I wish to bring up a Fact about both versions of Grim; both break off pieces of their dragon form despite the pain it causes, but it’s different parts for different reasons.

The one of the normal timeline constantly keeps his bottom pair of horns; he has two pairs, the smaller top pair he leaves alone; worn completely down to mere nubs. At one point he had them grown properly, but at some point he can’t remember, he broke them off and started to keep them mere nubs. He doesn’t remember his exact reasons for doing this, but he has a feeling it ties back to his usual want to make himself look as different as possible to depictions of Grima; he can’t change much about himself, but the bottom horns being gone is a good step, right? With encouragement and reassurance that no matter how he looks, he is still himself and not what people assume he is, he might let them grow back in....

The one of the timeline the second gen units came from? He bears all four of his horns, but something he lacks is the many crystals that naturally occur on him that aid him in storing and controlling electricity; he removed all of them to try to limit his power, and kept them from regrowing. This instead made his natural control of electricity, as well as his thunder magic, much harder to control and yet also much harder to use for extended periods unless he is among a storm to recharge himself. This....still didn’t prevent the destruction caused by his own dragon form, and after the rampage that started the whole mess, he tries to encourage the crystals to finally regrow, to try to regain control of his abilities.

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- Grim isn’t sure how he lost his memory; he remembers that he is a dragon, but not any of his past besides what his dreams wish to show him. And his dreams commonly frighten him by showing him memories of a terrifying leviathan wrapped in storms, or a intimidating man that looks like him but with visible traits of the leviathan as part of his form. Or of what he assumes is Grima, but only sometimes is the dragon actually violent; just as often he will see the dragon being curious or perfectly docile despite its frightening appearance.

(The answer for how he lost his memory: Grima got rid of his own memories on purpose, just so he could actually find it in himself to give humanity one final chance even after he nearly died; one final chance to give him reason to not raze the land to the ground with lightning and storms. What happened in Plegia a mere couple of decades before he truly awoke made him almost give up on his plan, but he still went through with it, erasing his memory and intending to rest a few more decades to make sure he was fully healed and the person he requested wake him would come to do so. The diverge point in the timelines ends up being....Well, the Grimleal trying to awaken him and restore his memories despite him not wanting to remember; in both timelines he escapes and ends up found taking a nap on the ground.

But in the main one, he still truly lacks his memories until they start coming back properly due to building stress and anxiety over his dragon form and what his resemblance to Grima must mean given that the children of the future came from that dark future to stop the Fell Dragon, which leads to a breaking point eventually, though one the Grima of the dark future tries to nudge towards occurring in such a way as to allow him to be saved; he knows it will happen one day, the important part is for it to happen where there is still a way to save Grim from himself.

In the timeline the second gens end up coming from? Um. Yeah Grima might have regained his memories a lot earlier. He still does his best to ignore the lingering malice and hate from them, and try to start anew, not bringing any of the thoughts and feelings from his past up; he manages for as long as he can....but eventually it is just too much, he finally loses control after something manages to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, likely the brief control over him that Validar had, and even just this loss of control for a short while spells disaster. And then there are the Risen that came with that loss of control and.... He hides himself out of both shame for what he did and fear of killing anyone else he cares about. (Eventually, he starts to play the villian, if that is what will get someone to change the past so his past self never has to endure the same level of pain as him; and he aids in his own way, to try to make it better as well.)

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- To end on a at least somewhat more positive note: Morgan is of the same timeline as the other second gens[I need to figure out how this works for a Manakete...], but....Grima raised her for the most part for reasons he is not keen on sharing. He never wanted her to help him in that dark future. She did that herself. He chose to do what he originally wanted to do to himself when it came time to send her along with the rest of the second gens; take away her memory....but keep the memories of just how loved she was by her parents, as few as she had of her mother, and as hard as it was to only leave the positive ones of him that didn’t reveal him as Grima. His coat was his final gift to his daughter, his final words to her a request for her to hold on tightly to her dragonstone and that they would meet again soon, he promises. Unspoken words that he is sorry that she has so few memories of her mother, and yet so many of a monster like him, but that he hopes that his past self will be much better than him, and that her and Tiki will finally get to bond.

That is one thing Grima reasons he did right, given how happy Morgan seems among the Shepherds, now with both parents and many new friends. His daughter is safe and happy, which is all he could of asked for.

- (Bonus: Yes, both versions are about as stable on their legs as you would expect for something whose legs are generally rather shaky. Both prefer swimming or flying over walking just because walking or running in dragon form tends to end with them tripping over at least once. He can manage to walk mostly fine if he focuses on it but.....even then, he tends to stumble a bit quite easily.)

#one: I still have no tag for Grimaror and no clue what to even tag his verse as #two: -looks at an au I'm paying attention to- I WANT TO STAY IN BLISSFUL IGNORANCE VIA THINKING ABOUT A LIZARD INSTEAD #side note but usually I only yap about this sort of thing with my close pals on Discord who also think up headcanons as they go #so pls be nice if you want to point out any errors or things I should think more on to rework them #I am but a dork who just likes messing around with ideas involving dragons too much....#(also seriously I wrote this during the night over a couple hours #so might not make the most sense but I tried and honestly if nothing else #I can link this to my discord friends and go 'hey look!! I yapped about Grimaror!!' because at least one of them loves to see it)

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draconicsilence · 2 years

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I still don’t know what to call this...

(So. On one hand it’s the middle of the night. On other hand this is the time where I most lack the ability to feel shy and afraid to share my writing and thoughts.

So how about I just randomly share the one writing I have for the verse that prompted to me to make this side blog in case anyone actually wants to try to poke me into talking about things? Err.....warning, it was for sure something made on a whim and with little thought. Which describes most of my writing; I can’t plan fully, but if I can find the words, I can certainly make attempts at specific scenes for my things.)

[Under cut to be polite to anyone who sees this]

It was dangerous to be doing this, but he had to, after today. Nearly called out for what he truly is, at least he assumes so, only spared because Lady Tiki wasn’t sure, thankfully.

He waited until nightfall to sneak out, only daring to transform once he was sure he was out of sight of anyone, shaky legs of his dragon form quick to start running once he hit the ground upon changing form.

A river, a lake, even the sea; water, he wants to be in water. He isn’t sure why, beyond it just being a long time since he has gone into this form and done that, diving into water and just floating in it.

Shaky legs bring him to a river soon enough, the dragon collapsing into it just to let his poor legs rest, spreading wings that feel way too large on him at the same time. And looking at his reflection, he remembers why he feels like it would be safest to keep his true self a secret.

Six eyes stare back at him, the face they are attached to intimidating and frightening in appearance, even with its bottom horns mere stubs compared to the top pair for now; opening his mouth shows countless sharp teeth, looking to his horns to see that they have tiny sparks coming off of them even now.

Six massive wings that look like he stole them from either a Divine Dragon or some manner of large bird; long, unwieldy legs that he wonders if they were stolen too. And all this on a large dragon clad in all black scales, glowing faintly only due to what felt like raw lightning running under them.

He made for quite the frightening creature. All made worse by one simple thing….

…..He was more aware than he admitted of the Grimleal faith, of their god. He had seen the depictions of the Fell Dragon, Grima, saw how similar it looked to his dragon form.

He needed to keep this a secret as well as he could; he wasn’t Grima, he was sure of this, but…. He knew how people would react to seeing him, a fearsome and mighty dragon that looked like the Fell Dragon himself.

He had read many books, from many places; so many dragons rumored to exist, yet mere myth now….that was no mere coincidence, he is sure of that much. So best to not reveal himself….

No matter how much it hurt to have to keep his true self secret like this; he didn’t want to risk ruining the bonds he has forged, not like this, over something he has hidden just fine so far, even if he would love to get reassurances that he is not that feared dragon, he is himself, he is a trusted ally and friend.

“.......” The hidden dragon sighed, choosing to dive into the water the best he could and just lay underwater, forcing himself to think of anything else, perhaps even of his missing memories….

A gigantic leviathan of a dragon, seemingly cloaked in storm clouds and lightning, fighting a Divine Dragon, while of great size for their own kind, that is eclipsed in size by this Lord of Storms. The Divine Dragon taunts the leviathan about being unable to save two of his closest allies from the madness that claimed them, and for her words, the leviathan takes both of her wings in one lightning-filled bite, burning feathers and scales on his enemy as he does so.

Grimroar jumps at the mental image, not even noticing another dragon that was briefly close to the water, only to get frightened and fly off upon him suddenly jolting when he had been laying completely still. What…..what was that memory from? Was that even his? He shook his head, just choosing to try to relax again, just for a bit before he has to make the way back to camp….

He can remember another Manakete, faintly; purple haired, he thinks….He remembers her being his older sister, protecting him from others’ words and actions against him when it was just because of how he looked as a dragon. He remembered that her dragon form wasn’t feared, but now that he thought on it, she might have been a Divine….But then why didn’t she dislike him, who is clearly of fell blood? Was it just because she had adopted him as a brother before she realized? Or did she know even before then, and just didn’t care?

…….Now he just wishes he knew where she was, if just so he can ask more about his past, and about what he is….

The dragon decides that he has thought enough, and slowly gets onto his shaky legs, slowly starting to walk back….only to freeze in place upon spotting another dragon staring at him, white and green with red eyes. ‘....A Divine Dragon…? Oh no, they are going to know what I am, what if they attack me while I’m all alon-’ The other dragon simply stares at him for a moment, a shaky legged dragon that has an honestly terrified expression on his face….before turning away and seemingly ignoring him, instead just quietly taking a drink of water from the river.

He does not hesitate to run instead of walk once the other dragon looked away, even if he tripped right as he started and tumbled a few feet before trying again.

He didn’t even realize who that was until after the Sheperds’ second visit to the Mila Tree, but then felt very stupid over the fact he did not realize who the other dragon was that night until then. Not that he will ever admit that to anyone besides the dragon in question.

#I'll...make a verse tag for Grimaror one day #brain is thinking maybe 'A Fell Song' or something like that for reasons regarding that 'leviathan' he saw in his memories #also I had to reformat this whole random oneshot because it was in fact a google doc like most of my writing is #but anyways ye I wanted to share because I made this blog because I mentioned my boy and even if this isn't the main version of him #Grim is still very important and seems like a good thing to share #(ALSO if this oneshot seems messy that's because....well I spat it out while I had the thoughts #really is the case with most of my writing.....but maybe I really should try following Awakening's plot and like #try making a oneshot at least for each chapter in Grimaror's verse...but that requires me to figure out 1 how to fit the pairing in #and 2......I'm really going to have to figure out a certain child unit and how to make her work which will be a Feat)#((oh and yes that purple haired Divine Dragon is an OC. I add my dragons in groups of at least two.))

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