Anon Who Sent The Wuwa Dragon Req Here

Anon who sent the wuwa dragon req here

And OMG I didn't expect you'd draw the designs!! They look amazing ( 〃▽〃) especially Mortefi and his little glasses. Thank you so much!

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I'm so happy you like how they all turned out!! And who am I to not utilize whatever skill I have to bring more dragon into the world and fandoms hehe I thoroughly enjoyed doing this request, so I thank you for stopping by as well to put the request in (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

Sorry if this request is strange but I'm curious as to what you think Jiyan, Jinhsi, Geshulin and Mortefi would look like if they became dragons? What type of dragon would they be, how big and anything interesting!

Wuthering Waves characters as dragons!

A/n: YESSSSSSSS. Worry not anon, your request is not strange at all! I did give myself go to also visualize what I think they'd look like as dragons, along with some headcanons and a size chart at the end. I do hope you like this :) please enjoy my mind worms talking about the dragon hyperfixation lol All art here was done by me, do not use without permission/credit

Contents: Dragon Wuwa characters, Jiyan, Geshu Lin, Jinhsi and Mortefi x reader (separate), fluff, a bit of angst if you squint really hard, grammar mistakes probably bc I'm like that

Jiyan:

-Jiyan is one of the bigger dragons, but his strength lies more so in endurance and perseverance rather than just brute strength

-His scales are smoother and look softer even, and when light passes over them they look a bit like fish scales with the way they glimmer

-Personality wise, as a dragon he is about the same as his human self, easy going and calm. Unless provoked or called to battle, you will scarcely ever see hostility from him, if ever at all. He does often linger near places where danger would be lurking, earning himself the title of a guardian very easily and early on. He just seems to have the sixth sense for trouble, and he can’t get himself to turn a blind eye to any suffering of his people

-Besides being battle ready and such, it is said his presence does have a calming aura with it, some dare say that it even heals the person to some extent. His scales, when ground up, have healing properties, and Jiyan does not lack generosity for that either.

-He has stepped into service of the territory as a young dragon, and a part of that youthful naivety still lingers in him, although he has grown wiser - he still blindly believes in that good of the world. One day it will all pass, the evil will be no more, and Jiyan will retrieve to some distant corner where, somewhere high up from where he can watch the lands and bask in the sun, all the past troubles now lost to memory

-His fur is really fluffy although a bit coarse to the touch, it protects him as much as it servers a more aesthetic side of his dragon. He takes good care of it, and doesn’t like it getting mangled. He gladly lets you help him with it too, if you have the strength to comb through all of it lol

-He does have a taste for swimming, both to remain clean but also active. He does running enough, and swimming is a fun activity that takes his weight off of his legs. However he does not like the sea, the salty water makes him icky

-The jewelry he wears and the armor was all gifted to him by important people in his life and fellow dragons, he wears them with pride and let’s them give him courage in trying times

-If you are a dragon too, or a human he values a lot and keeps close, he makes for a great cuddle buddy. He is long and when he curls up, it’s as if he made a bed in the middle of this little spiral for you to lay in. He is very peaceful and really likes the time spent with you.

-If you are a human and he is in this giant dragon form, he acts as if you’re an ant underfoot, which honestly you are, seeing how tiny you are compared to his claws alone, and he is quite worried he may hurt you or god forbid step on you

-He steps around you gingerly, always having an eye out for you so he knows where not to step or trudge to close to

-Preferably he’d have you riding on his back or on top of his head, there’s more than enough space there

-Seeing as he is a dragon most of the time, doing his work, it is rare you’ll catch him in his human form a lot, but when you do he relishes in your touch. Nuzzling in your neck and breathing in your scent as if he was starved of it. 

Geshu Lin:

-A war dragon through and through. Born and bred for battle.

-Although his species is related to Jiyan and Jinhsi's, he does share similar features to the winged dragons of the New Federation. Tough scales and spikes line his entire body, acting as both a weapon and a shield to himself against other enemies. His body is lined with scars and scratches, old and new, displaying his long years of service and experience in battle.

-He has half of a whisker missing on his left side 

-The jewelry he wears is a memorial of people he long lost in battle, although some believe he also looted the pieces of another dragon he triumphed over in war.

-He is a formidable beast and willful, he’s not someone to be trifled with. Some say he has learned to manipulate flames on the battlefield. But whether that is true or not, everyone has grown to fear the pale beast of Jinzhou.

-Due to his long years spent on the battlefield he has become an uneasy individual to be with or hold a conversation with, and his nights are often plagued with unrest or nightmares, he can never seem to rest easy. Only battle can make his mind escape the troubles of his other days, and for a little while it all seems to make the world stop - and he can finally breathe again

-Due to this, the medics that were close enough to realize this, suggested he wears protective amulets and papers with prayer written onto them in hopes that such would ease his mind. Time is yet to tell if these ever worked, or if Geshu Lin was touched by this moment of care from others

-It is said you were the only one that could bring him peace of mind, even if all you did was simply linger in the camp or near him. Geshu Lin did have a knack for always beckoning you close - just sit beside him, it will be enough. Sometimes you two would take to a more secluded place in the mountains, still overlooking the battlefield, but far away so no one could see. And he’d lay down, his body falling and rumbling through the ground while he exhaled heavily. He naps, letting you do as you please. If you wish to sit on his back he is not one to deny it, or if you want to sleep beside him, all the better. He has full confidence he can and will defend you if someone dares to sneak up on you two

-Geshu Lin rarely goes back to his human form. He has grown to dislike how weak that vessel can be, and how little it can do for the war cause, so he has all but abandoned it.

-If he does return back to human form, it would be to pass through some tunnel most likely than not, or to talk to some human captain back in the city on the rare occasions he goes back for meetings or to give his report. He is more grumpy in this form, he doesn’t like it - it makes him feel weak. People have learned to respect this side of him, although some genuinely fear him too and keep their distance away from him at all cost

-During one particular battle where even he was overwhelmed, he disappeared, leaving behind a long, thick trail of blood and fallen enemies to litter each end of the battlefield, but no one ever found him, no matter how much they followed the red line. It was odd for such a giant beast to simply vanish. Some speculated he died, but others argued that if he was truly dead, his remains would have been found by now. So, now he makes for a great ghost tale among the people. Some say that if you go to an old battlefield, you can hear his growling and snarling underneath the cracked and blood soaked earth

Jinhsi:

-Most beloved of dragons and, as the word has it, the most powerful among the dragons. She may not be as big as the battle dragons of the land, or most formidable looking, but do not let looks deceive you. She has protected her lands in her own ways, and none of them were easy

-She does not lack in wisdom and knowledge, but to her closest companions she did express doubt over her capabilities on a handful of occasions.

-Jinhsi looks like the embodiment of the snowy mountains and the glaciers that can be found around Mt. Firmament. Soft flowing fur that hugs her neck like a thick mane, and the long tuft of fur on her tail is faded to a blue. Sometimes, people say they can see snowflakes on her fur, flowing from it and melting when they touch the ground

-She often floats instead of walking, holding an air of elegance and regality about her wherever she goes. Her claws are faded gold and she has two golden stars on top of her forehead, the third one hidden underneath the fur

-The people often do bring gifts as offerings to her, some which she declines if she sees the person offering it needs it more than she does. 

-During the year she will descend down to her land of people and bring her own gifts - sometimes a few days of cool air during summer droughts, or easier snows during long winters, other times she only brings her presence when the people feel uneasy due to wars happening outside the borders. A lot of times she holds an audience in the main plaza, giving her advice to the towns people and even travelers from distant lands

-Jinhsi assists in the war mostly by gaining intelligence, giving strategies to the generals and captains, and while she does know how to fight, she saves her strength for the city, should all outside forces fall.

-She is one made for solitude, or at least that is the nature of her duty, and not many people actually see her face-to-face or outside of her duty which seems to be never ending, 24/7

-She rarely sleeps, and some say she doesn’t even need to sleep. Her Grace only needs the love and trust of her people to give her strength - or so the tale would say

-She is still young in terms of dragon years, but for her age she has grown a lot. Her scales are still soft, smooth running across her pale body.

-She doesn’t often let anyone near her den, which the people have decorated so beautifully with gifts, gems, silk and much more. She would let you in, secretly during the night when you both can have the reprieve of the watchful eyes of guards or civilians. She lets you talk, listening attentively as she rests her worn body

-She purrs in her sleep sometimes, long soft groans in her throat that seem like a bunch of gentle bees caught and wrapped in cotton and linen and then pressed to your ear to help you sleep.

-She doesn’t often go in her human form, much like Geshu Lin - it makes her vulnerable. And as someone of high status as her, it would be wise to avoid any vulnerability. She’d rather not risk being caught unaware with a blade in her heart or at her throat

-In human form she seems to be more slow in her movement, perhaps due to not using the vessel so much or due to exhaustion the long years of duty have taken upon her, but she is aware of every sound around her and often knows you are there before you even announce yourself

Mortefi:

-A rare dragon in these lands, as not many New Federation dragons can be found so far from their home. They aren't nomads by any means, and prefer to stick to their land of origin.

-Yet, Mortefi is unlike what gossip would describe him or his kind as. Fanatical and obsessive over technology, that part he shares in common with his peers, but he is nowhere near as greedy. He does not hoard his knowledge in a pile, hiding away from the people for all eternity, nor is he as aggressive as his kind usually is, especially to strangers.

-While he truly is a loner, having made himself a home far from the central city and keeping it tidy and perfect for his high standards, he doesn’t shy from contact if he runs into someone else

-He’d much rather he didn’t run into them, but what does he have to be scared of? His scales can barely be pierced and fire does him no harm, what could anyone do to him? And conversation he doesn't fear either. It is unlike that someone knows something he doesn't already, but a little bit of back and forth hurt no one.

-He is the only one here to breathe fire, and his flames are strong red with streaks of orange. Geshu Lin does have some power of manipulating purple flames but they don't seem to have the same source, he doesn't breathe fire like Mortefi.

-He has quite a lot of witty remarks if some curious wanderer stops by his territory, and eventually he chases them off with his banter as the other person simply can’t handle his jargon and analogies - some even directed at them 

-What some don’t know though, is that Mortefi has kept guard over the most naive and vulnerable ones of their community. The children that returned to the cities and villages after being lost for days, only returned when he found them. Often with a little trinket in hand. He may not like the adults as much, but children he can’t fault for their naive outlook on the world or their curiosity. He was once a child too, full of wonder and spark that he believes he lost, he hasn’t felt it in years. His own upbringing left a hole in his chest, that spark once filled that hole, but now it’s gone

-He doesn’t like when people enter his abode, and he likes it even less when they touch his things. Those may be the only times you see him be so enraged - he has quite the specific way of sorting things, you see, and he keeps it all clean too, so don’t touch it. He hasn’t spent so long sorting it all out, building his craft and honing his skills just for you to put it out of place

-In terms of size, at the present he is the smallest of the dragons listed here, but he is awfully slow growing. Longevity is one of the qualities that marks his kind, so this isn’t out of place for him. He will grow, but it will take long years to get to the size some of his elders in the New Federation are at.

-Mortefi is someone who indulges in his human form more than any other, preferring human hands to do his experiments than his big dragon claws, although both have their merit in their own ways

-He works quickly, and long nights are often spent at the table of his abode, making yet another craft, be it for the children or for his own self-given quests for knowledge

-He does keep you away while he is working, but ever since you wormed your way into his heart, he could never keep you too far off. He can feel you lingering nearby, watching him work sometimes, and he doesn’t mind. He also realizes how happier he is to explain his process when you ask, the hole in his chest slowly being made full once more

Size chart:

Geshu Lin is the biggest of them all, but Jiyan isn't too far behind

Jinhsi is bigger than Mortefi although Mortefi has more mass to him, he is very chunky

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Relentless Nightmares

Jiyan x GN!Lieutenant!Reader

Theme: Hurt/comfort

Word count: 1163

Summary: You’re a lieutenant who works with General Jiyan. At some point, you begin having nightmares, causing you to take drastic measures to avoid sleep. Eventually, your teammates and your general start to notice and the general follows you in one of your nightly strolls to talk to you about it.

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[Note: This is my first time writing a fic in a really long time and I’m still learning. So Jiyan may be OOC in this. Feel free to offer feedback on my writing in the comments! Like/reblog if you enjoy this fic!]

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It started with one.

You wake up with a start, in the silent lull of the night in your tent, Like a pair of clawed hands, the fragments of your dream gripped onto the recesses of your mind, refusing to let go.

The flash of a black silhouette, rapid footfalls, a blade twisting into your abdomen, your organs-

Deciding not to risk another nightmare, you equip yourself with your weapon before venturing out of the Midnight Rangers’ camp into Desorock Highland.

As your nightmares began, reports of Tacet Discord attacks also increased, leading to increasing patrols and skirmishes. The rare nightly excursions also grew increasingly frequent as more nightmares appeared, each time with a different theme. Any mentions of concern would be shrugged off by you, using the increased patrols at night as a means of avoiding sleep in desperation.

“[Name]? What are you doing out here? You don’t have night shift duty today.”

You whirl around, hand over your sword in an instant before recognising the person in front of you. A friend.

‘What is she doing out here now of all times? Just when I was about to leave too.’ You complained internally, annoyed at yourself for being easily startled.

“Oh me? I was just going to raid the fridge hahah! I got hungry-”

“You can talk to me, you know, to any of us.”

“What’d you mean? I’m doing good. I’m just really hungry.” You insisted, and as if to prove your point, you began striding towards the food storage unit.

With a heavy sigh, your teammate lets you go, knowing that pushing you to talk in this state is pointless.

Little did the two know, a certain teal-haired general caught wind of their conversation, hidden behind a wall. There were reports of a ranger sneaking out in the dead of night but no one knew who the culprit was…until now. The delayed reaction time in training, your sudden motivation to take on more night shifts, your tired gait and your lack of focus during debriefings with the other lieutenants all made sense now.

Regret festers in his heart for not talking to you sooner. Tacet Discord attacks had swelled in the past few weeks, causing him to be busy with work. Jiyan couldn’t help but empathise with your situation, having been plagued with nightmares from time to time that involved his departed friends. Determined to not let one of his lieutenants- no, close friends suffer alone, he returns to his tent, pieces of a plan already being fused together on how to approach you.

In one of your nightly strolls, Jiyan decides to follow you from afar. Being badly sleep deprived, you don’t take notice. And it’s due to this that you fail to draw your blade against a Sabyr Boar in time, before a signature teal spear stabs it, killing it instantly.

“Are you hurt?” a familiar voice that you recognise as Jiyan asks as you turn to its source.

“No…it’s thanks to your quick reaction that I’m not hurt..” you respond, still too caught off guard from what happened. You check yourself for any injuries to be sure as Jiyan watches you. Beckoning you to follow him, the two of you walk to a nearby tree, before sitting on the ground, the wind ruffling both of your hair slightly.

“It was that obvious huh?” You began, a tired and defeated look in your eyes. You knew there was no hiding from the general, who you’ve seen look right through the lies of some of your teammates when they were up to no good. Sooner or later, your nightly ventures and underperformance in your duties were going to be picked up by someone other than your teammate.

“Not really, no. But more importantly, [Name], you don’t have to deal with it alone.” Jiyan replies in a compassionate tone as he places his hand over yours, squeezing it. Normally, you’d shrug him off, but due to a combination of the attack from earlier, your exhaustion, the sincere and compassionate tone in Jiyan’s voice and that it’s late at night, something in you breaks.

A lump begins forming in your throat as your eyes sting with unshed tears. Wiping them off quickly proved futile as more came to the surface. You hurriedly look away from Jiyan, fearing what sort of reaction he’d have to your breakdown as you bit your lip to silence your cries. Jiyan's eyes only soften with compassion and empathy as he watches you fall apart, using his armoured arm to pull you close to him. The warmth radiating from him is akin to a heated blanket, providing you with quiet comfort in the cold night, in your moment of vulnerability.

“Coping with the nightmares must have been challenging. There are many of us, including your team, and me, who care for you and want to help you. It hurts us all to see you suffer and refuse help.” Jiyan expresses honestly. You struggle to compose yourself, thinking of what to say in response but also moved by his kind words.

“I..I’m sorry-” you sob. “For making you all worry.”

“Don’t apologise. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Jiyan reassures.

You let your sobs fade into sniffles before you open up about your situation, a mix of fear, exhaustion and frustration bubbled in your chest.

“Every time I sleep. The nightmares haunt me. It’s- It’s always different each time. Sometimes I’m surrounded by all of you, dead and staring back at me. Sometimes I’m being- being ripped apart by TDs..” You ramble with a disturbed look, running a hand through your hair.

“And it’s not just that. Everything felt so..so real. When our friends are dying in those nightmares, I can hear their screams, their cries of pain- When I’m being stabbed, I can feel the blade twisting into my stomach, feel my organs twist too. I..I just- I don’t know what to do.” You confess quietly, voice breaking slightly at the end.

Jiyan listens intently to your every word rubbing your arm in soothing circles as you spoke. He allows a comfortable silence to fall between you, reflecting on your words as the stars twinkled in the dark sky as he tries to think up of suggestions.

“Come find me then.”

“What?” You question, confused with where he’s going with this.

“When you get them and you can’t sleep, come find me and we can find something to do. Or talk about the nightmare too if you want to. And no, you will not be burdening me. Let me help you.” Jiyan moves his hand over yours once more, squeezing it gently.

Faced with such sincerity, you nodded, accepting his offer to help.

The two of you lie underneath the tree, talking about various things for the rest of the night before exhaustion finally overtakes you, your breaths becoming even. Jiyan watches over you with quiet relief, happy that you finally got the rest you desperately needed.

reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m socially exhausted - i don’t have the time right now - i don’t know how to reply - i have a bad memory and got distracted - i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise

not reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m ignoring you just because - i hate you - i’m fed up with you - i don’t want to be your friend anymore

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