dr4ko

[dr4ko]

Will you grant me the next dance?

THE   DARK   MASQUERADE.   Drako   turned   slowly,   his   gaze   settling   upon   her   with   a   deliberate   intensity   that   seemed   to   unravel   the   very   air   between   them.   The   warm   glow   of   candlelight   carved   shadows   into   the   sharp   angles   of   his   face,   giving   him   an   almost   otherworldly   allure   as   the   flickering   flames   danced   like   phantoms   across   his   features.   With   a   measured   bow,   he   extended   his   hand,   the   faintest   curve   of   a   smile   playing   at   his   lips,   its   subtlety   both   an   invitation   and   a   challenge.

"Is   it   you   who   asks   me   to   dance,   my   lady?"   His   voice   was   smooth,   like   velvet   brushed   with   steel,   rich   with   a   courtly   grace   but   laced   with   a   hint   of   mischievous   allure.   She   was   the   color   of   green,   vibrant   and   alive,   like   the   serpent   of   legend—an   embodiment   of   dangerous   beauty.   Drako   was   utterly   captivated   by   her   presence,   her   nature,   and   the   way   she   seemed   to   command   the   room   with   quiet   power.

He   did   not   shy   away   as   his   gaze   lingered,   unapologetically   tracing   the   lines   of   her   form   from   head   to   toe.   There   was   no   mistaking   his   intent   as   he   held   out   his   hand—unadorned   by   leather,   warm   skin   meeting   hers   in   a   charged   moment   of   connection.   The   brief   contact   felt   like   Cupid's   arrow   finding   its   mark,   a   devotion   that   sparked   as   he   led   her   toward   the   dance   floor.   His   chest   rose   and   fell,   betraying   a   breathless   shudder   he   couldn't   entirely   suppress.

The   dark   curls   framing   Drako's   face   caught   the   moonlight,   their   inky   strands   resembling   the   palette   of   night   itself.   Adjusting   his   stance   with   effortless   grace,   he   placed   his   hand   gently   yet   firmly   on   her   hip,   drawing   her   closer   with   a   motion   that   spoke   of   practiced   control   and   raw   desire.   His   gaze   locked   onto   hers,   and   his   lips   curled   into   a   smoldering,   wicked   smile—a   promise   of   something   untamed   within   the   dance   to   come.

[dr4ko]

Hey,   friends!   I’m   excited   to   announce   that   I’ve   revived   my   graphic   shop   from   2017—GloomGlimmer   is   back!    I've   shortened   the   shop   name   to   threegees   because   I   think   gloom   glimmer   graphics   is   a   mouthful.   (   cringes   in   2017   )    I've   already   added   some   goodies   to   the   server   that   I’d   love   to   share   with   you   all.   Most   of   my   content   will   be   under   $5   or   even   free—because   I   believe   everyone   should   have   access   to   beautiful   designs   without   breaking   the   bank.

I   hope   these   graphics   inspire   you   to   get   crafty   with   your   muses,   work-in-progress   stories,   or   any   creative   projects   you’re   working   on.   As   of   currently   i'm   almost   ready   to   open   commissions.

GIVEAWAY:   joining   my   server   draws   you   for   an   animation   style   promotion!   something   i've   loved   doing   as   of   recently.   you   can   see   examples   under   the   cut!

DISCORD   SERVER   LINK   HERE. 

[dr4ko]

We might not love each other but perhaps we can be friends?

STRUCK   BY   CUPIDS   BOW.   It   was   not   often   that   Drako,   the   son   of   Death,   found   himself   pierced   by   such   a   wound—not   of   blade   or   battle,   but   of   guilt.   A   rare   ache   had   rooted   itself   in   his   chest,   sharp   and   unyielding.   He   had   failed   her.   Not   as   a   lover,   perhaps,   but   as   a   companion   bound   by   the   sanctity   of   trust.   And   now,   as   he   took   her   hand—delicate,   divine,   and   infinitely   powerful—he   held   it   firmly,   though   the   strength   of   his   grasp   belied   the   tenderness   in   his   intent.

“It   is   not   as   though   I   have   not   thought   of   you,”   he   began,   his   deep   voice   reverberating   with   the   cadence   of   nobility   and   sorrow,   “with   all   haste   and   careful   consideration.”   His   dark   gaze   searched   hers,   as   though   the   answers   to   his   torment   lay   hidden   within   the   pools   of   her   celestial   light.

“What   is   not   to   love?”   The   words   fell   softly,   almost   a   whisper,   as   though   they   had   escaped   him   before   his   royal   pride   could   reclaim   them.   It   was   an   uncharacteristic   vulnerability   for   the   Twilight   Prince,   whose   words   were   often   edged   with   command,   not   confession.   Yet   here   he   stood,   his   voice   laden   with   sincerity,   his   shoulders   heavy   with   the   weight   of   his   own   inadequacy.

“Surely,   you   must   know,”   he   continued,   his   tone   dipping   into   something   almost   reverent,   “that   the   love   borne   of   friendship   is   no   lesser   than   any   other.”   A   faint   smile   curved   his   lips,   a   fragile   thing,   barely   there   yet   entirely   sincere.   For   once,   the   mask   of   the   prince   slipped,   and   the   man   beneath   was   laid   bare.

He   did   not   deserve   her   radiance.   He   did   not   deserve   her   kindness.   And   yet,   here   she   was—before   him,   unyielding   in   her   grace.   “I   am   no   beacon,”   he   admitted,   the   softness   in   his   voice   giving   way   to   the   ache   of   truth.   “Not   kind   enough,   not   worthy   enough   for   love   to   find   its   place   in   me.”

Still,   his   grip   did   not   falter,   as   though   he   sought   to   anchor   himself   to   her   light,   even   if   he   believed   he   might   dim   it   with   his   touch.   The   smile   faded,   but   his   gaze   remained   steady,   unflinching   in   its   honesty.   “Yet   for   you,   my   dear   friend,”   he   murmured,   his   voice   breaking   the   silence   like   a   solemn   vow,   “I   would   try.”

[dr4ko]

Not everything is beautiful just because it shines.

WHAT   IS   BEAUTY   IN   THE   SHADOW   OF   DEATH?   Drako   stood   motionless,   the   weight   of   his   lineage   pressing   against   his   shoulders   like   the   iron   chains   of   fate.   Son   of   Death,   Merchant   of   the   Stars—titles   that   carved   his   name   into   the   annals   of   eternity,   yet   brought   him   no   solace.   In   his   hand,   a   single   petal,   fragile   and   vibrant,   a   token   of   fleeting   beauty   in   a   world   so   consumed   by   ruin.   He   held   it   as   though   it   might   shatter   under   the   strength   he   so   often   failed   to   temper,   its   delicacy   a   contrast   to   the   sharp   edge   of   his   existence.

Her   voice   reached   him   like   a   hymn,   a   melody   threading   through   the   silence   with   effortless   grace.   Lady   Celebrían—her   name   alone   whispered   of   realms   untouched   by   mortal   despair.   She   stood   before   him   as   if   the   heavens   themselves   had   woven   her   into   being,   her   radiance   casting   shadows   across   the   dark   chasm   of   his   soul.

“What   is   beauty   in   this   damned   world?”   he   murmured,   his   voice   low,   the   question   lingering   like   an   unsung   prayer.   His   gaze   lifted,   meeting   hers   with   a   depth   that   betrayed   the   storm   within—a   man   weighed   down   by   centuries,   searching   for   meaning   in   the   fleeting.

But   the   answer   was   already   before   him,   shining   in   her   light.   Her   presence,   though   celestial,   felt   grounding,   a   beacon   amid   the   chaos.   His   lips   quirked   ever   so   slightly,   a   shadow   of   a   smile   that   barely   touched   his   brooding   countenance.

“For   I   would   trade   all   the   diamonds   in   the   world,”   he   said,   his   voice   gaining   strength,   though   it   wavered   with   unguarded   honesty,   “for   peace   for   my   people.”   The   confession   left   him   exposed,   raw,   a   truth   spoken   not   as   a   prince   of   twilight   but   as   a   man   yearning   for   something   beyond   the   eternal   void.

His   words   carried   the   weight   of   the   stars   he   traded,   the   constellations   he   had   bargained   for   lifetimes.   Celestial   matters   did   not   belong   on   this   mortal   plane,   yet   here   he   stood,   speaking   freely,   as   if   the   weight   of   the   cosmos   had   lightened   in   her   presence.

Drako’s   gaze   softened   as   he   looked   at   her,   the   petal   still   cradled   in   his   hand.   “You   remind   me,”   he   said,   his   voice   quiet   but   resolute,   “that   even   in   the   shadow   of   death,   light   can   find   its   way   through.”

[dr4ko]

once out of nature I shall never take, my bodily form from any natural thing

but such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make, of hammered gold and gold enamelling

to keep a drowsy Emperor awake; or set upon a golden bough to sing

to lords and ladies of Byzantium, of what is past, or passing, or to come.

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[dr4ko]

Flaxen head is slow and silent to rise from behind Drako's shoulder, amber eyes peering — with obvious curiosity — at the heavy tome the other was minding so carefully. A journal? Or maybe an ancient book? Honeyed gaze wanders from the book to the other's profile, quizzical. 

❛ What is this?  ❛ The soft chime of her voice disrupts the formerly peaceful silence, cherubic face mere inches from the other's — eyes ceaseless, watching. ❛ Is it any good? ❛

WHAT   IS A HOLY WAR   TO THE UNHOLY?   The   weight   of   The   Book   of   the   Stars   pressed   against   Drako’s   palms   like   a   leaden   reminder   of   all   that   had   been   lost.   The   tome’s   leather   binding   was   worn   and   cracked,   its   gilded   edges   faded   with   the   touch   of   time.   Its   pages   whispered   of   a   forgotten   era,   of   Nevia’s   luminous   legacy   and   the   celestial   truths   the   gods   sought   to   bury.   It   was   no   simple   artifact—it   was   a   relic,   a   secret   too   valuable   to   fall   into   careless   hands.   And   now,   it   was   his   burden.

He’d   barely   noticed   the   soft   rustle   of   movement   behind   him,   absorbed   as   he   was   in   the   archaic   text.   Yet   the   presence—a   flicker   of   light   in   the   dark—drew   his   senses   taut.   His   dark   eyes,   shadowed   by   the   weight   of   sleepless   nights,   shifted   to   the   periphery   but   did   not   fully   meet   hers.

Drako   hesitated,   his   fingers   tightening   over   the   book’s   edges.   For   a   moment,   his   gaze   slipped   past   her,   drawn   to   the   night   sky   framed   by   the   fractured   glass   of   the   tower’s   window.   Stars   hung   heavy   in   the   darkness,   their   light   dim   against   the   endless   void—a   reflection   of   his   own   existence.

“Ah,   good   evening,”   he   murmured   at   last,   his   voice   steeped   in   restrained   elegance.   His   words   carried   the   weight   of   unspoken   thoughts,   his   tone   a   tempered   chord,   measured   and   deliberate.   At   length,   his   dark   eyes   found   hers,   though   not   without   effort.

“This,”   he   began,   holding   the   ancient   tome   aloft   with   a   reverence   befitting   its   significance,   “is   the   Book   of   the   Stars,   a   remnant   of   an   age   long   extinguished.   It   bears   the   final   scripture   of   Holy   Nevia.”   He   spoke   the   name   with   quiet   devotion,   as   though   it   were   a   prayer   in   itself.

A   faint   sigh   passed   his   lips   as   he   loosened   his   grip,��  angling   the   book   slightly   for   her   to   glimpse   its   faded   wonders.   Intricate   constellations   sprawled   across   the   yellowed   pages,   etched   in   a   hand   both   ancient   and   divine.   “The   gods,   in   their   folly,   sought   to   erase   all   trace   of   it   after   the   Great   War.   And   yet,   by   some   providence—or   curse—this   singular   tome   found   its   way   to   me.”

His   words   carried   an   air   of   self-deprecating   humor,   though   his   expression   remained   solemn.   “A   curious   twist   of   fortune,   would   you   not   agree?   For   I   have   neither   the   virtue   nor   the   will   to   wield   what   lies   within.”

A   shadow   of   a   smile   crossed   his   lips,   faint   and   fleeting.   “Perhaps,   when   the   time   is   ripe,   I   shall   permit   you   a   glimpse   of   its   secrets.   Though,   fair   warning—truths   such   as   these   do   not   lend   themselves   lightly   to   the   mortal   heart.”

His   gaze   lingered   on   her   then,   searching,   questioning,   as   if   daring   her   to   unearth   the   burden   he   had   not   yet   confessed.

[dr4ko]

i'd like to update that drako is officially a celestial pirate.

[dr4ko]

Questions for Characters. A series of questions for all the lovely canon and original characters. Please place the name of the character in the placeholder [name].

Basics

What is [name] full name?

Where was [name] born?

Does [name] still live where they were born?

Has [name] a good relationship with their homeland?

Does [name] have family?

How is [name] connection to their family?

Is there a family member [name] doesn't get along with?

Is there a family member [name] miss?

Did [name] have to mourn someone yet? Who was it?

How old is [name] currently?

What is [name] sexuality?

What is [name] current relationship status?

Childhood

What was [name] first pet?

What was [name] favorite toy as a child?

What was [name] favorite dish as a child?

What was [name] favorite hobby as a child?

Was [name] good in school?

What subject was [name] good at? What did they struggle with?

What wanted [name] be when they were a child?

Were grades important for [name] when they were in school?

Was [name] the popular kid?

How many friends did [name] have as a child?

Does [name] have friendships that last from childhood to now?

Growing Up

Who was [name] first kiss?

Who was [name] first love?

What did [name] wore to prom?

Did [name] ever sneak away?

Did [name] ever try something against of the advise of their parents?

Was [name] always back at the agreed time?

Adulthood

What was the first job [name] had?

When did [name] start their first job?

What is [name] currently working as?

Does [name] want to marry?

Does [name] want to have children?

When did [name] have their first child?

How many children does [name] want?

Does [name] have already names settled for future children?

What pets does [name] want to have?

Is there anything [name] wants to achieve?

Is [name] currently content with life?

Does [name] want to build a house on their own?

Does [name] prefer to live in a city or the country?

What would [name] dream day look like?

Where does [name] want to travel?

Does [name] like to travel?

What languages does [name] want to learn?

What is [name] favorite hobby?

Is there anything unusual [name] likes to do?

What is [name] favorite movie?

Does [name] like to go to the cinema or do they like to stream movies?

What is [name] favorite singer/band/artist?

[dr4ko]

Poldark 4x01

[dr4ko]

where   (    THE    NAUGHTY    )    𝔞𝔯𝔢   𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔡   𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥   𝔬𝔣𝔣-𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱   𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔯    &    FOLKLORE   reimagined.  written by ettie.

[dr4ko]

slay the girl , save the world. #dampyr , an independent and private writing blog for sienna lane. an original character developed in a lore of her own. brought to life by evie , she / they , 30. heavy and triggering themes present , follow at your own discretion.

[dr4ko]

where   (    THE    NAUGHTY    )    𝔞𝔯𝔢   𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔡   𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥   𝔬𝔣𝔣-𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱   𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔯    &    FOLKLORE   reimagined.  written by ettie.

[dr4ko]

would you follow a seasonal krampus blog 🎄

[dr4ko]

#RUSTBRIAR  .  .  .   i  am  the  bad  daughter,  the  freedom  fighter,  the  rebel  of  masks  /  i  am  the  snake,  the  threat  you  cannot  see.   (   original  character  &  worldbuild.  beloved  &  remastered  by  ettie  )

[dr4ko]

I AM NO ONE, BUT MY FATHER'S DAUGHTER. PROUDLY I CARRY THIS BLOOD OF THE GREAT CELEBRIMBOR. I WILL RESIST. I WILL DEFY.

[dr4ko]

Royal Sentence Starters. A series of questions for all your royal longings ♥

From the parents / teachers / council:

Let them dance together first.

Your Highness! What about the history lesson?

And when he / she fell in love? Without my permission?

This nonsense must stop. Your education has absolute priority.

Your language skills are lacking / excellent.

I / we have decided on a groom / bride for you.

The wedding arrangements with the neighboring country were concluded.

Love doesn’t matter, duty does.

You were born to serve your country.

You’ll do as you are told.

You’re gonna pick a groom / bride this summer!

You will choose one of the debutants as your bride.

You will be a worthy successor.

Your parents would be proud of you.

I should have been more strict with you!

You are responsible for your kingdom, for your country!

Don’t you care about your kingdom?

With diplomacy you have to be careful, but still use it skillfully.

I / we expect impeccable behavior.

Could you represent me as heir to the throne in this matter?

You are the heir!

For the arranged marriage:

We might not love each other but perhaps we can be friends?

I didn’t choose this!

I do not want to marry him / her!

Her dowry means nothing to me!

His / her power means nothing to me!

Just because this marriage is beneficial, it doesn’t have to be good.

So you’re suggesting I marry someone I don’t love?

Perhaps we can grow to love each other.

I do not want to be queen!

I do not want to move to a foreign country!

Is it bad of me if I do not feel anything for my betrothed?

He / she is too old.

He / she is too young.

I don’t even want the throne.

I don’t even want children.

I cannot and will never love him / her / you.

My heart already belongs to someone else.

For (secret) lovers:

You didn’t ask for permission and married me.

Do you want to be my prince / princess?

I’ll do anything in my power to convince them of our marriage plans.

You’d make a wonderful groom / bride.

I cannot marry you. My position / parents wouldn’t allow it.

We cannot meet like this anymore.

I’m sorry, I have to leave you.

Leaving you breaks my heart.

You are my everything, worth more than a crown.

I choose you, no matter what the king says.

My bride / groom means nothing. You are the one I want.

Meet me at midnight at the fountain.

A crown means nothing if the heart is unhappy.

I’d choose your love over all gold and diamonds.

The marriage is set. I cannot change it.

My heart will always belong to you.

I’ll protect you, no matter what.

I’m betrothed now, I wish it was you.

I’ll dance with you at this ball, no matter what the others say.

Will you grant me the next dance?

I’ll be your gallant companion.

You’ll be the most beautiful groom / bride.

You make me happy.

Will I be a Majesty?

From the royal:

In accordance with ancient custom, I shall choose a groom / bride.

Not everything is beautiful just because it shines.

I’d rather be a commoner.

I want to be free.

The crown is too heavy to bear.

It is sometimes not a privilege to be a firstborn.

The hopes of my whole country rest upon me.

There are so many rules and protocols I have to follow.

You can have this dress / this jacket if you want to. I have many more.

I miss interacting with you like this.

You are the only one that i honest with me.

My advisors tell me it’s the right decision. But is it really?

My parents wish me to marry but I want to follow my heart.

Living in a castle is sometimes like living in a prison.

I wish we could switch positions for a day.

Living in a castle is boring. Your life is much more exciting.

I invite you to this ball / tournament.

I want you to be there. Do not worry about others.

Would you deny an invitation if the prince / princess yourself invites you?

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but …. I’m kinda the prince / princess and this is my kingdom.

I didn’t tell you I’m the prince / princess because I appreciate our friendship.

From the (non-royal) friend:

This must be the prince / princess!

Look, look, look…uhm your highness.

This crown / tiara must be heavy.

I like how your crown / tiara sparkles.

I’d wish I could also wear such a crown / tiara.

Can you always wear such beautiful clothes?

All these clothes would be my death.

I am envious of you.

I’m glad I’m not in your position.

Surely you can sneak out?

When do you have to leave?

When will you be back?

Can I hold your train?

Can I be one of your bridesmaids / groomsman?

How am I supposed to address you now?

I don’t know how to do a proper courtesy.

I’m not one who is fit for the court.

Why didn’t you tell me you’re royal / the prince / the princess?

You can’t be real about this! It sounds like a fairytale come true.

Even a prince / princess is allowed to have fun!

You have never danced anything else besides walzer?

I didn’t know you speak so many languages.

Have you ever tried xy?

I’m nothing and you … you are the prince / princess.

Have you ever been to the village?

And you really live in this castle?

You would look at things differently if you were in my position.

Then, your Majesty, any dream is possible.

[dr4ko]

More Christmas-related Starters  🎄

Do you want to tour the Christmas lights? I heard there’s an extraordinary house down the street full of decorations.

Do you wanna watch a romantic/classic Christmas movie?

I got tickets for a Ballet Performance of ‘The Nutcracker’.

Christmas time is also the time to give. What do you think about sorting some clothes/things/stuff out to donate?

Our group goes Caroling, do you want to come with us?

Do you wanna help me prepare the Christmas dinner?

It snowed outside, do you want to come on a nature walk with me?

The Ice-skating rink opened, do you want to go?

What if we host a Revenge Christmas Party and do everything to forget our exes?

Can you please play ____ (your favorite Christmas classic) on the piano?

I don’t wanna come to your Christmas karaoke night. Trust me, no one wants to hear me sing.

You’re part of the family now, of course, you’ll be in our family photoshoot.

I’m going to decorate pine cones.

I’m finished with the christmas cards. We haven’t forgotten anyone, have we?

We should get a Mistletoe.

We shouldn’t get a Mistletoe.

I know I’m too old but I still want to get a picture with Santa at the mall.

Did you really sprinkle reindeer dust on the front walkway?

I’m holding a Christmas cookie competition. You’re invited to come.