#been a while since ive just drawn a dragon

[drayarts]

darkstalker

[roziist]

initially drew this on the puter yesterday but my pen was irritating the skin on my ring finger so I had to move back to my phone to color it... anyway gohan finger heart

[monotone-artist]

[id in alt]

was overcome with the urge to do a redraw. character is @tacoma-narrows's arroyo! previous drawings under read-more (warning for super old art aha)

[towost]

juuust a carl, that’s all

love this silly dragon :3

[todayisafridaynight]

hey i know that face

[cmdonovann]

new guy alert! i already did some sketches of him but here's, like, an actual reference sheet, sort of. very excited to finally play some d&d with this guy >:3c

[mocury-moto]

okokok so this is definitely the most weirdly specific question ive ever asked but does anyone know if the symmetrical worm enemies in terraria (eater of worlds, destroyer, bone serpent, etc.) flip to stay upright in the same way the asymmetrical ones (wyvern, blood eel, and phantasm dragon) do and we just cant tell bc their designs are symmetrical

[slaybestieslay946]

Luke Castellan and Persephone!Child (I know she doesn’t canonically have Demi-god kids but I feel like it fits well) with a story similar to Eurydice and Orpheus’s sad tale.

thank you so much for your request, it acc ties in really well to a fic idea ive had for a while, so i was so excited to see this in my inbox!!

Circle

MASTERLIST

word count: 1800

pairing: luke castellan x persephone!reader

warnings: death, minor depictions of violence, angst

a/n: partly inspired by the request, partly by mitski's song 'circle' honestly i think it made this extra gut-wrenching. hope you all enjoy!

'Nobody knows my lover, is buried underground.'

When Luke Castellan received his quest, everyone knew who he would pick to take with him. 

Immediately, he turned to you, flashing you a bright grin, and beckoning you towards him. You laughed, wading through the crowd to your lover, smiling brightly all the way. 

The rest of camp half blood rolled their eyes fondly at the pair of you, and just how disgustingly in love you were. 

It had been like this ever since you arrived at camp half blood, mere months after Luke himself. 

You’d been escorted to the Hermes cabin by one of the older campers, and sat down on a bunk bed. You had looked around the place, lost, confused, and homesick. 

And then a boy stepped up to you, asking how you were, what your name was. And gods, even at the age of 14, you knew he was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen. Luke thought the same about you. 

He was so drawn to you, he couldn’t stay away. 

Now, even 4 years later, nothing had changed. 

He was openly enraptured by you, just as Hades was with your mother. He was never seen without you by his side, so of course he’d pick you to bring on his first quest.

A few days later, you set off, Luke’s half-brother, Chris Rodriguez in tow. Everything started off well, you’d managed to locate someone to tell you where the Garden of Hesperides was, in order to retrieve the golden apple that you had been sent for. 

On the way there, you hardly encountered any monsters. You lived comfortably, even if you slept in motels every night, and dined on gas station food. 

It all went downhill when you finally reached the garden. 

You and Chris stood guard whilst Luke stepped towards the tree, no sword in his hand. You kept your spear gripped tightly in your hand, should he awake the dragon sleeping at his feet. 

He eventually reached the foot of the tree, taking a deep breath before reaching up into the branches, and trying to snag one of the apples. Meanwhile, you didn’t take your eyes off the dragon, watching it for any sign of movement. 

And when it finally opened its dark eye, looking up at Luke, you ran forward, sprinting towards it with your spear outstretched to stab it. 

But you weren’t fast enough, and it turned, slashing a talon across your chest, and sending you collapsing onto the ground, blood soaking into your shirt. 

Luke darted towards you and in his rush, he wasn’t able to avoid the sharp tail of the dragon whipping across his face, leaving a fine cut all the way down it. 

He ignored the biting pain, barely able to register it when all he could see was you, lying on the floor, a pool of blood encircling you. 

“Hey, Y/N.” He whispered, patting your cheek gently, cradling your body to his chest, “You’re gonna be alright, yeah? Just open your eyes for me baby.” 

You struggled to do as he asked, looking up at your lover with confused eyes. 

“You-” You coughed, “You have to go. It’s over for me. Gonna go see mom.”

“No, no. Gotta stay with me. We can get through this.” He cried, brushing his thumbs across your face.

“I- I- I love y-you. W-we’ll s-see each other ag-gain.” You did your best to smile, and while all you wanted to do was reach up and hold his face, you found you didn’t have the strength to do so. 

He continued to cry and beg you to come back, but it was all for nothing, you’d gone silent, and your eyes were all still. 

And then vines began to wrap around your body, pulling you into the earth, down towards Persephone, your mother. 

Luke kept crying as they took you away from him, leaving nothing but your camp necklace behind. 

“Hey, man, we gotta go.” He heard Chris call, and he whipped his head around to berate him, until he saw his half-brother was currently in combat with the dragon that had killed you. 

He was right, they had to go. 

He scooped your camp necklace off of the ground, and ran towards his brother, who detached from his fight with the dragon to run away from the garden. Luke followed after him, tears streaming down his face the whole way. 

*

When Luke got back to camp, he was different. Numb. 

Annabeth ran up to him when they descended the hill, a bright smile on her face at her older brother's return. It faded slightly when she saw you weren’t right beside him. 

“Where’s Y/N?” She asked, looking around as if you’d pop out from nowhere.

“Gone.” Was all Luke could manage to say, pulling his little sister in for a hug he so desperately needed, confirmation that at least she was still here. 

For the next few months, he barely left the Hermes cabin, only ever going down to the amphitheatre in the early hours of the morning, where he could be seen slashing recklessly at wooden dummies left right and centre. 

He didn’t know how to live without you. He always thought you’d be with him forever. He had this vision that together you would grow old, and would die while sitting on some front porch, holding hands as you went at the same moment. 

Now he realised that it was a pipedream. You were demigods, it was never going to work out like that. 

But he couldn’t go on living like this. He didn’t want to wake up in the morning if you weren’t beside him. So he formed his plan, to go down to the underworld and retrieve you himself. 

His father was the god of travellers, and your mother was the queen of the underworld. It could work. 

So he travelled to the entrance to the underworld, your camp necklace in his hands, and prayed. First to your mother, asking for an audience, and second to his father, asking for use of his access to the underworld. It was the first time he had ever asked Hermes for anything, and if this worked, it would probably be the last. He’d never want for anything again if it meant you were with him again. 

And it did work. The gate opened to him, a long staircase down into the darkness. Luke descended quickly; he didn’t want to keep Persephone, or you for that matter, waiting.

He soon found himself pushing through crowds of lost souls, keeping a look out for you, but you were nowhere in sight. He then turned his attention back to reaching Persephone’s throne, breathing a sigh of relief as he finally found himself at the foot of it, looking up at the goddess herself. 

“You requested an audience with me, Mr Castellan. I hope this is not about my daughter.” Persephone said sternly, looking down at the demigod, her fears confirmed when she saw the string of beads clutched in his hands. 

“It is, but-”

“There’s no buts. I can’t do anything about your predicament. It is not within my jurisdiction.” She declared, her voice growing regretful, “My daughter is in Elysium, and that’s where she must stay.” 

“My lady, I understand that this is difficult for you. But we both know Y/N… died before her time. She would want to come back. She deserves to have a life.” 

“And you would give that to her?” 

“Yes.” 

“And you would protect her, better than I can?”

Luke gulped, “Just as well.” 

The goddess sighed, and muttered, almost to herself, “We have had this problem before, persuasive mortals and their tales of love. Let’s see if you can fare any better, Luke Castellan.” 

“I will release my only daughter from the underworld, on one condition. As you lead her back into the world of the living, you mustn’t look back at her. She will be following you, trust me on that, demigod.” 

“And if I do? Look back?” 

“Then you will never see her again. Not in your world, nor mine,” She looked down at him once again, a sad look in her eyes, “Now go, exit through the fields of asphodel, she will follow you from there.” 

Luke nodded firmly, and turned back around, returning the way he came, smiling more brightly than he had in months. 

He was going to see his Y/N again, all he had to do was not look back at her, how difficult could that be?

He pushed his way back through the fields of asphodel, keeping a tight hold of her camp beads. As soon as they reached the surface, he would string them around her neck again. He’d be able to hold her face in his palms, to kiss her, to hug her. Everything would be alright again. 

As he returned to the staircase, he felt a rush of wind behind him. It had to be her. Then, to confirm his suspicions, he heard soft footsteps on the stone staircase. Luke smiled to himself once again, wishing so desperately that he could greet her, but not wanting to break Persephone’s rules. 

He continued up the staircase for what felt like hours, it was definitely taking him a lot longer this time. The thing that kept him going was your footsteps behind him, a reminder that you were still there, following after him. 

Until they stopped, right as he became able to see the light coming from the living world above him. 

He paused for a moment, listening out for you. But he couldn’t hear anything besides his panting breaths and the odd screech of a harpy. 

Luke began to grow worried, a pit forming in his stomach, but he kept climbing the stairs. Persephone told him you’d be following, she wouldn’t lie, would she?

Or maybe it was all some elaborate joke. Fortune hadn’t been on his side recently. 

Maybe he should check. Just a peek, it couldn’t hurt, could it? What was so wrong about him looking back anyway, why shouldn’t he want to see his lover, the girl he would do anything for?

So he did. He turned, to look over his shoulder. 

And of course, you were right behind him, just like your mother said you would. 

At first you looked joyful to see him, and then your face fell in horror as you realised what he had done. You reached out to touch him, to hold on, but you couldn’t quite reach. And then you felt yourself being pulled back, away from him. 

Luke watched on in horror as you fell back into the abyss.

[silmarillaure]

AU where all the adult dragons survive the dance in full health but no new eggs are hatched

(and their riders still die ofc)

Here's who I see the next generation of Targs claiming:

(Seasmoke will continue getting passed down by House Velaryon)

Viserys II: Vermithor - Intellectually he had the potential to be the second coming of Jaehaerys, I think Vermithor would have seen his first rider in Viserys II and formed a bond with him.

Aegon IV: Syrax - Both very lazy and very fertile. I know he would have wanted Sunfyre because he seems superficial as heck but I can NOT see him bonding with Sunfyre. (Say what you will about Egg2, but he loved Sunfyre in a was Egg4 was incapable of loving anyone.)

Aemon: Tessarion - The Daeron the Daring vibes are there! I think Tessarion would have been drawn to him judging by him sharing many traits in common with her first rider.

Naerys: Dreamfyre - Might have not claimed a dragon at all but Papa Viserys might have hoped a dragon would improve her poor health and pushed her to claim one. Plus, Dreamfyre LOVES her miserable tragic Targ Queens and Naerys gave birth to twins once. You know who else had twins? That's right, Queen Rhaena and Queen Helaena.

Daeron I: Vhagar - Boy King would have wanted himself the greatest beast he could get. Nothing more fitting to conquer Dorne than a conqueror's dragon. Would have gotten himself and Vhagar killed in Dorne like Rhaenys & Meraxes.

Baelor I: Silverwing - If he chooses a dragon at all I can't imagine it being anyone other than the gentle Silverwing.

Daena: Meleys - I think Meleys has a type: strong & badass Targ ladies.

Rhaena: NONE - She 100% wouldn't have claimed a dragon.

Elaena: Morning - After aunt Rhaena's death. She stole her other aunt Baela's man (Alyn V), only fitting for her to take Rhaena's dragon.

Daeron II: Sunfyre - While he's not that similar to Aegon II obviously, Sunfyre is a dragon who's characterization is built around love. I love the idea of Sunfyre picking up on a boy feeling rejected by his father and filling that hole like he did for another Targ boy before, only this one ended up being a better person. (Plus daddy undearest Aegon IV would have been so pissed off seeing Daeron claim the prettiest dragon.)

Daenerys: Silverwing - She seemed intelligent and likable and kind, not to mention her descendants followed absolute primogeniture and she shares a name with feminist icon Alysanne's daughter so Silverwing just fits.

Baelor: Tessarion - Listen! I trust my girl Tessarion to have good taste! I can see Baelor claiming her after great-uncle Aemon's death.

Aerys I: NONE - I feel like be wouldn't have one. He's so Archmaester Vaegon coded, he'd just be locked up in his room with his books.

Rhaegel: N/A - Just N/A, we know nothing about him.

Maekar: Sunfyre - He would wait years to claim Sunfyre after his dad's death. Sunfyre would have been very large at this point plus he's a war dragon which would be perfect for Maeker's war-like tendencies.

And the great bastards...

Daemon Blackfyre: Vermithor - I think Aegon IV would 100% let him claim a dragon and I think Vermithor would fit him. Especially with his forbidden love story with Daenerys.

Bittersteel: Vermithor - After Daemon's death, he'd claim Vermithor to continue Daemon's fight just like he took Blackfyre.

Bloodraven: Caraxes - An unusual dragon just like Bloodraven himself. I can see Daeron II offering him a dragon but I can't see him having a dragon going into current day so he'd probably get Caraxes killed at some point.

Shiera Seastar: NONE - As lovely as she is, there would be 0 good reason for Daeron II to give her one since she isn't fighting wars for him like Bloodraven.

[labselkie]

Fantasy AU Basics!!

because i need to get my mind set on smthn and i wanna write for this one soon

(the dragons r unrelated to the main plot i just rlly like this divider also this will probably be updated a bunch)

luce is the princess and liv is the king’s appointed sorcerer/alchemist. soo basic but hear me out

it’s a seaside kingdom! not gonna name the monarchs or the kingdom itself because i don’t gaf. its economy is obviously based around fishing but the surrounding town has become a hotspot for artisans

like. scrunkly if u see this. there’s probably a royally mandated school for sciences, meaning i can shove martor into this! yay!

but. there is no queen, or it seems that way, she was an oceanid nymph who saved the king little mermaid style and fell in love. she retreated to the sea (idk why don’t ask) and their daughter is a selkie! dayum!

liv’s got an ursula/yzma vibe. soooooo sorry but i’m a sucker for those purple ladies. she’s still on the basis of being drawn by the need for knowledge and a splash of mad science, but it’s spliced in with a bit more magic

liv!!!!liv has a curse! damn! it’s the same as the dunmeshi thoughts i had, but the basics are that she’s got her soul mixed with a kraken’s. she can summon the beast if she’s at the water (it takes a lot of strength) and she can conjure tentacles on her back like usual yayy

i always get embarrassed bringing up that they have such a large age difference, luce is a full adult in all iterations but i never want it to come off weird. whatever anyways they’re around the same ages here anyways (mid twenties nd early forties)

i think the reason why for that^ is cuz i see so much bad booktok shit and i don’t want to seem too similar. they don’t have a “i’ve known you since birth” thing like ive seen, they’re not some manipulative dark romance. they’re just chilling

ANYWAYS TANGENT OVER! luce nd liv have known each other for a good while, obvs, having first been introduced when the former was youngr

but. their first true time together was when luce was 22/23. her father is flanked by advisors and overseers who have slowly made him more and more almost demanding. she’s 22 and hasn’t married, so the school of piranhas crowding her father have been insisting she gets sold off to a neighboring kingdom

she was in the court when they all decided this, so she ran off in a flurry of seal fur to the laboratory and just pleaded for a potion to calm her down. a lot of liv sorta messing with her for a little bit, mainly just because she’s been slowly treated worse and worse by the court, but after a while she warms up promise

unfortunately, for a cliff side palace, the only exit to the ocean is through the lab (the excuse was that liv needed easy access to more materials) so liv nd luce meet more and more often as luce keeps trying to sneak out to the sea

ITS ALL SUCH A CHEESY DISNEY PLOT IM SORRY😭😭

whatever. yuri prevails

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

sorry i have to brainfart this somewhere but mersault chuuya wearing almost damn near similar clothing to his youth got me thinking about dazai and chuuya's fashion choices.

dazai, in all the eras where he was in the mafia....never changes his outfit. it fitting, given his character and such.....so his ada outfit makes him look like a rainbow. dark blue vest, blue gem(?) bolo tie, striped shirt and a tan coat similar to oda's. i think it's cool, to show the stark contrast between his pm days and how he's faring now, aswell to show how much effect oda had on him.

chuuya.....is the complete opposite. boy changes his clothes all the time. but it's so interesting.

his fifteen outfit is very "him" in a sense. street kid, street kid style- red shirt, grey hoodie, green leather jacket, bright blue sheep armband. he fits right in with the rest of the sheep, and hes so...colorful here. almost similar to ada dazai's outfit. and then theres the outfit he wears in the mafia- the first one we saw back in the manga where he seems to be wearing like a..."beta" version of his current outift- but the way it was drawn (disregarding the anime for a second) it looks like its almost ill fitting for him. the vest is too big, the coat looks so heavy, the tie isnt properly tucked, and his pants are baggy. like hes struggling to "fit in".

then theres sb outfit- hes wearing the standard mafia outfit like higuchi, but with his own touches- rolled up sleeves, glasses tucked in his breastpocket, choker, gloves. its not much, but even higuchi doesnt do anything to hers. we kinda see him "getting into" the mafia work, and theres no pop of color here. the dragon head conflict outift is different though- hes wearing clothes that are "his style" again. simple shirt, jacket, choker, gloves. he also has his red petticoat (i think thats what it is? whatever that long cloth underneath his jacket) that, once again, gives him some color. i dunno what spured the outfit change, but i honestly think the red color is his own touch- his own "color"

and then current chuuya. no color at all, maybe safe from the ribbon on his hat. he wears his coat on his shoulders, similar to pm dazai. (also, slight off tangent here- he always loses his coat whenever hes dealing with dazai?? i think?? which is. interesting. given with how glued pm dazai's coat is to his own shoulders. like he actively takes it off/gets it taken off and i SWEAR this only even happens when hes with dazai. idk. ever since asagiri said beast dazai wearing his coat fully to signify him accepting his role as the pm boss ive been. thinking about it. a lot.)

where was i going with this?? oh yeah. why is mersault chuuya wearing his old clothes?? specifically fifteen clothes? like was it his off day or something. bc if you look at chuuyas various outfit as his progression towards the mafia then him wearing his old non mafia clothes either means two things : 1. this is to signify chuuya, under vampire influnce, is well. obviously not loyal to the mafia atm. or 2. something might happen in the future that makes him swear allegiance to someone else which i dont find possible but??? who knows. im overthinking this

Oh my god I opened my asks to find this monster in here and scrolled through it like ?????????

Please feel free to do this anytime this was an absolute joy to read hahaha

"dazai, in all the eras where he was in the mafia....never changes his outfit." His outfit stays pretty similar, you're right, though he does actually change it once during his mafia days. The left image is the outfit he wears in Fifteen and Stormbringer, while the right is what he wears in DHC and Dark Era.

The difference is the blazer jacket he adds under his coat. It's a minimal change but I think it's significant. I mentioned in this post how I believe the change might be related to his change in pronoun from boku to watashi, but really it's more the added layer of distance that makes this significant. Dazai just looks a little... odd, in the first outfit. The coat hangs off him loosely, his shirt is a little baggy. He looks very boyish, and that makes his deceptive tendencies and deeply concerning outlook all the more disturbing to others.

The second outfit makes one change but his clothes now look like they fit him (still with the exception of the coat, which never fit and never will... in this universe anyways. You mentioned Beast so... you know already hehe). In the case of the second outfit, he looks more mature and formal, which lends itself to a person who withdrew further and further away from people (with the exception of the other two at Bar Lupin); who became a terrifying executive in other's eyes, moving away from the "creepy intelligent child" image he had earlier - even though he is still very much a kid. No one knows Dazai - I think the added image of formality and authority here is just one of the many barriers he constructed to keep people from getting too close.

"so his ada outfit makes him look like a rainbow. dark blue vest, blue gem(?) bolo tie, striped shirt and a tan coat similar to oda's."

hjdfvbdjf rainbow - entering his no longer closeted gay era (sorry lol i couldn't resist)

No but you're right about the coat looking a bit like Oda's. He cared for and respected that man like no other and I think when Dazai thinks of "a good person" Oda is the first person who comes to mind. His shirt in the manga is also stripy like Oda's, a little detail that got lost in the anime. :')

"his fifteen outfit is very "him" in a sense. street kid, street kid style- red shirt, grey hoodie, green leather jacket, bright blue sheep armband. he fits right in with the rest of the sheep, and hes so...colorful here."

Yeah. He looks every bit the street kid and blends with the Sheep near perfectly - more than fitting in though, I think it's more than implied that he wants to fit in and changes his look to do so. Chuuya goes to great lengths to give the appearance of fitting in - because he never felt like he truly did (and certainly the Sheep did not treat him like an equal or a friend).

"and then theres the outfit he wears in the mafia- the first one we saw back in the manga where he seems to be wearing like a..."beta" version of his current outfit- but the way it was drawn (disregarding the anime for a second) it looks like its almost ill fitting for him. the vest is too big, the coat looks so heavy, the tie isnt properly tucked, and his pants are baggy. like hes struggling to "fit in"."

YES you get it!! And adding onto that, Chuuya doesn't really have a lot of reason to want to fit in yet. He hasn't found his personal groove yet, because he has little personal attachment to the mafia at this point in time.

Yeah in Stormbringer he's got a few personal touches but is still pretty non-descript (though you're right, it's much more than Higuchi... something to think about for her character too, and how it seems the mafia may be more of a job than an investment to her). By Dead Apple though, Chuuya's outfit is... well, back to his punk vibes, just a little more mafia-classy, I guess. (I don't know fashion I'm sorry, please don't kill me)

"but i honestly think the red color is his own touch- his own "color""

Red makes a lot of sense as a colour for Chuuya. It's energetic, emotional, fierce and aggressive. It's also considered protective, so yeah it suits him for sure. Red clothes, red ability... red camellias...

"and then current chuuya. no color at all, maybe safe from the ribbon on his hat." Ooo ok. So in the anime, this is true but in the manga, I believe his vest is actually a pale red.

Well. Brown with red undertones. Your point still stands though because the colour is very muted. It's not like Fifteen or DHC Chuuya for sure.

"(also, slight off tangent here- he always loses his coat whenever hes dealing with dazai?? i think?? which is. interesting. given with how glued pm dazai's coat is to his own shoulders. like he actively takes it off/gets it taken off and i SWEAR this only even happens when hes with dazai. idk. ever since asagiri said beast dazai wearing his coat fully to signify him accepting his role as the pm boss ive been. thinking about it. a lot.)"

Oh. Thinking on this. Um. Embarrassed to say - I don't think I noticed that actually. Like obviously he loses the coat a lot and that was already something to think on but... only around Dazai, is that right? Hold on, I'm gonna check.

Ok so my check wasn't super thorough (read: I am too tired and drained to go through each and every panel he appears in) but...

By god, I think you're right.

That's. Hm. I'm going to join you on thinking about that for awhile.

I see the coat as a representation of his role and responsibility he takes on, really, so it's interesting that the formality and symbolism of his service to the mafia gets quite literally discarded in the scenes with his foil and equal. Fascinating.

He's also not wearing it in any of these now infamous panels from Chapter 101:

Huh. Well. Thank you anon. You've just given me a whole new thing to whir about.

"why is mersault chuuya wearing his old clothes?? specifically fifteen clothes?"

Honestly, I'm still waiting to figure this out too.

Because of the purplish hue over this piece of new art, I find it hard to tell what the actual colours of his outfit are but it does look awfully similar to his Fifteen outfit. It could just be his "day-off" outfit but I think there's got to be more to it than that. It could have to do with allegiance, like you suggested. May I also suggest the return to a sense of inhumanity?

These are also the clothes he wore when his journey to find answers on himself began. Might he be entering a new arc where he has to "find" himself again?

I still feel we don't have enough information to make a solid judgement. As the meursault pov continues, I think we'll have a better reason as to why he's dressed like this.

[vthetease]

my favorite things

it's me birthday

so just incase anyone wanted to know some stuff about V

heres some random info about my life as well as some of my favorite things

i am a libra sun, aquarius moon, capricorn rising

i like dark chocolate more than any other; i have since i first got my period. i like gummy candy and starbursts but my favorite are the little cola bottle candies. i like tea and coffee sweet, but flavorful. i like energy drinks and slushees and wanted my first tattoo to be a cola-mtn dew slushee but it wasnt. i like waffles more than pancakes but would prefer a toaster strudel or muffin. i like apples and lemons and cinnamon and garlic and truffle and black cherries but not maraschino. i dont like onions or cilantro or swiss cheese. i dont like chili because something about the consistency of wet, tomato-ee hamburger makes me ill. i also can't drink hard liquor.

i like smells like thick cologne that lingers and juniper and spearmint and old houses and honeysuckle and the smells of the earth when it stops raining in the summer. i like the smell of other peoples laundry soap and coffee more than my own. i like eucalyptus and aloe and teakwood and dragons blood incense.

i like classic rock from my dad and 80s pop ballads from my mom and afi and lincoln park from my older sibling and 4*TOWN for my younger sibling. one of my earliest loves in music was Paramore, and hayley is an inspiration of mine. i like pop punk and the band ive seen the most is sleeping with sirens, 4 times now. i like hip hop and rnb and acapella and piano. i like music that makes me feel alive. anything from violin to screaming, i just like passion. i'm a very passionate person and always have been despite myself.

i sing and like singing in the car, while i shower, and cook. i am very loud but sometimes can do cool things. i like how singing makes me happy and helps me relate to other people and also my predecessors. i like how i feel connected to those before me through my voice. my first time singing in public was my 4th grade talent show. I sang The Only Exception by Paramore because my parents thought Almost Lover was too dramatic and adult for a 12 year old

i like old movies and i used to fall asleep to them at my grandparents and wake up to them at weekends at my dads apartment. i like musicals like ride the cyclone and drama like the fault in our stars and action like john wick and will always be down for a horror movie. i like get out and candyman and hereditary and black swan and blair witch and creep. i like the twilight zone and rod serling has a special place in my heart. i also like alex trebek from jeopardy, matthew grey gubler, penn badgely, andrew scott, evan peters, and my biggest current celeb crush is matt rife.

i like being alone in busy places. i like to talk to people but i also like to disappear to the other room during the party. im the girl you find sitting outside sometimes smoking, or on the balcony. i enjoy walking back into a concert midsong and seeing all the happy little people being happy. i like stepping away from chaos to appreciate it. i like driving on highways at night when its empty and im high. i like watching airplanes land. i like sleep and i sleep in a tank top and underwear but never socks. my dreams always take me back to this very similiar place every single night doing different tasks with different people. i might start calling it the twilight zone. i like to paint my emotions in my makeup and artwork. i have always felt very deeply and openly.

i like the moon and the stars and it is so fascinating to learn about the same beautiful big rock my ancestors saw. i feel drawn to white butterflies and birds and bumblebees and skinks ( they r tiny lizards). i like history and culture, but im really bad at math.

thats all i can come up with for now. if you have any questions let me know

thanks for reading about me, lmk if youre in love yet

valentine, 22 today <3

[neurovarious]

12 for the plural ask game!

send a number! (ask game link)

12: have you drawn anyone in the system? here's a chance to show off that art!

oh geez yes we have. a lot of us actually. we have an art blog but we've been afraid to link it to this one for a while but im also very tired of being afraid to do so... so. time to Not be afraid anymore and let our two internet personas become one /silly

uhh i guess here's some never-posted-before icon art of our dragon extranths since we have a whole subsystem of them

(left to right: akir, artie, aoife. why do they all start with A)

the signature, weirdphilosopher, is our name on most other sites. if you search it as a blog url you'll actually find our flight rising blog first though, our art blog on tumblr is @furgalicious!

also speaking of art, just remembered systember (plural art event similar to inktober) starts. like. now. so. time to start brewing things up for that (probably shouldve started earlier but ive been sick lol)

[syntaxaero]

so the aero part in my username never had anything to do with airplanes or even anything necessarily aerodynamic/air related

it's the name i gave a character who was an archer. I named a character that attacks with arrows "aero" because i had no other ideas. then i became a furry and when i made my current 'main' sona (Aero), instead of giving them a name like my previous sonas (Sytrus and Arkiose), I just said to refer to them as if they were me, though people would refer to me as Aero since that was my name on most platforms at the time anyway.

So yeah Aero is named Aero because of an archery pun from a humansona character i threw in the dumpster. SyntaxAero is word play on "Syntax Error" (Some accents pronounce Aero and Error almost the exact same), which I always thought was clever! but then people started calling me Syntax (and still do) instead of Aero sooo I eventually made a sona named Syntax to cover that. Some people also somehow don't know how to pronounce SyntaxAero despite the fact that it's two words and capitalized as SyntaxAero in any platform i can capitalize my username as such in. seriously ive had people call me "Sine-tax" before

anyways as for the other sona names

Aurex - wasn't actually my idea but i no longer know who to credit this to; can mean King of Gold/Golden King (Latin: Aurum and Rex) but that wasn't intentional funnily enough! ALSO funnily enough the name of some Toshiba audio products! I have audio equipment autism!

Delta (Valstrax) - It's just sort of a gender feeling name that felt right for me. but also yes Partially Inspired By The Airline Name since Valstrax is a jet dragon and I've gone full airplane liker mode at this point.

Stratus - Spur of the moment kind of name! though I can't remember if i gave them cloudy details before or after i came up with the name! either way, creature of the clouds with a cloud name. ... coincidentally tangentially related to aviation?? I guess? so that's 3 sonas with something to do with flying

Biscuit - This wasn't meant to be their final name but it's the only name I couldve thought of when I first concepted them !!! I even commissioned a piece of them eating biscuits way before I ever actually finalized the design, soooooooo. yeah they remain biscuit forever. it's a cute name though and i like being called a biscuit

yes I have 6 sonas yes it's. alot. but the mood on who I wanna draw or get art of shifts fairly rapidly which is how im sorta able to manage it all (though, Delta barely gets drawn because FUCK those wings oh my god they hurt to draw, and they've been in redesign hell for a while, and Syntax hasn't really had a spotlight due to Aurex sort of just taking some of Syntax's defining traits and running with it {referring to their shapes and fat necks})

[spearxwind]

been thinking a lot about my different oc worlds recently. ive said before ive got four, but technically it's five if you count extinction.

im gonna put all my thoughts under a readmore bc once again this got insanely long jkllkjjkf. i be rambling

most of my attention has definitely been going into challenger deep the past year (and will likely continue), recently i refurbished hollowridge as well and have had a lot of fun with it (even if i havent drawn much to show for it...)

the other two of the set of four i originally posted about are my agony drive and broken horizon settings. Broken horizon is more of a personal headworld where ive set my dragon ocs, but I have not really been successful with it in terms of like. worldbuilding and crafting a story for it, mostly because there are very few characters in it currently and i struggle with it. But it's the world where cercerion and my sona dima (as an oc) exist. i would love to actually do a better job with it sometime but it currently isnt a huge priority because ive been focused on the other two main ones (but again since its just a personal headworld it literally is just some place i like to mentally hang out and fly around in, im not super bothered by it being undeveloped.)

However we have the two troublemaker worlds now

the agony drive setting has been driving me more than a little nuts because of its whole situation with it. i absolutely adore the characters i have in it, but i have no idea what to do with the world itself. it used to be a joint project so i was extremely limited in the way i could develop it bc i depended on the other individual enjoying the ideas and i did my best to keep it afloat almost being the sole contributor to it, so now that its liberated i just didnt know what to do with it. i do like a bunch of the lore bits i came up with but some part of me is like 'idk if i enjoy this as a world' bc it still feels limited in some way? Another issue is that while hollowridge (previously my horror and slapstick gore setting with demons/angels/magic vibes) was dead in the water, i channeled that violence slapstick demon/magic vibe through TAD, but getting a focus back on hollowridge has kinda just. straight up deleted a bunch of TAD's reason to exist? i dont know if that makes sense

HR isnt really that much slapstick violence because death is final, and TAD is more cartoony in that sense bc death ISNT final which is its main reason to exist (unlimited violent major character death for the funnies), but theres a weird overlap that is keeping me from focusing correctly because it makes my brain go 'you are doing the same thing twice'

I would really really love to actually turn it into something fun and unique (separate from my other worlds) but i really havent been sure how to go about it because of that overlap. i genuinely think its just a problem of 'you have to actually develop the setting to have fun in it' and i just havent been able to do that yet bc i cant decide what i want it to BE. TAD has also never really had a lot of story to begin with so it makes things harder bc the story is the vehicle to explore the world with. its pretty frustrating bc midas set and david are some of my fav ocs ive made and i miss them but god dammit if it isnt hard to actually work with the whole thing....

and last but not least... the fifth one. extinction. a lot of you probably know this one from my comic. if youve been here since like... 2014-2015 (which would be insane) you might remember me beginning to develop that story until it eventually became the comic that is currently sitting unfinished and feels like a huge weight on my shoulders just out of sheer shame

the issue with extinction is that it was a lot of characters that i deeply loved (and still i still deeply love!!) all with fun plotlines, backstories, and a lot of fun tidbits to em that i ended up bending and breaking dozens of times just for the purpose of fitting them into a relatively short story that i could draw out and finish. and more importantly into something i hoped would be handleable instead of spiralling out of control like it had happened before

but what i didnt realize is that by doing so, i "locked" their lore in place into these very small boxes that would fit into a story, and thus i would remove what i had loved about those characters and their interactions that i had come up with years and years ago and a lot of my very very cool ideas for them simply went out the window in favor of .... well i dont. know. but off it went

i live in complete shame for not being able to finish the comic. it genuinely is a huge and extremely heavy weight on my shoulders and this whole thing has prevented me from even thinking of said ocs for years now even though they are some of my oldest and most beloved. saying all of this is not something i take lightly in the least as well

so recently I have been thinking about bringing them back as well... maybe (to the extent that i can... i have a lot of ocs and you guys know i have a lot of bias when drawing faves. so i cant guarantee content but at least i would be able to think about them again).

essentially the same way that i rewrote and got back my old concepts for hollowridge that slapped hard i want to get back my original ideas for extinction that i thought were really cool and just wasnt able to fit into a comic narrative

obviously this would come with a lot of retconning and i know a lot of people will probably not like it if i do it and i think thats something i have to face and learn to live with

but yeah anyways. TLDR is i really want to actually do something proper for TAD but have been having a lot of trouble with it unfortunately, but im working on it. and ive also been feeling rly nostalgic about extinction so you might see the characters again, albeit different in terms of story from what you probably know

[axiro]

Through the Dragon's Eyes || Talon AU Hanzo Shimada

Chapter Ten - Lacrimae Inferni

Wake Up.

Chapter Master List || AO3

Any underlined text signifies background music/ambiance is linked. :)

Surprisingly, Hanzo was left alone for the rest of the day. Moira seemed mostly engaged with notes and other tests, all while remaining in the same room or being just a wall away in her office, passing occasional, unblinking glances to him through the glass window. He is allowed to move around, but was instructed not to touch anything. She made that painfully clear.

Not that there's much to mess with, anyhow. All documentation is locked in her office, tools put away and tables rolled against the back wall, all of which she had moved around and organized throughout the first few hours after Reaper left. All that remains is Hanzo's bed, him, and the other beds with curtains drawn despite their vacancy.

Since he has nothing to keep him occupied, he has subconsciously taken to pacing with his arms crossed. He isn't allowed to leave, either. The plain white room, the locked door and removal of all other items within makes him feel like he's in a psych ward. Like he's a threat outside of his normal levels.

The clock upon the wall above the door ticks on, each second passing with a click or clack. He decides to lie down in bed on his back with one leg off the side for a while.

Finally, once the hour has slipped past eight and the minute closes in on the halfway mark, Moira emerges from her office and walks over.

"I will assess your wound again." She says.

She didn't even ask permission, yet she's standing there expecting Hanzo to obey. He silently sits up, carefully eyeing her with his brows drawn as he slides the sleeves of his top off his shoulders, exposing his upper torso. She raises her eyebrows with a satisfied hum. The scarring is almost entirely gone now.

"Splendid." She says.

She then looks the rest of him over for a long few moments before turning and heading back into her office. She re-emerges with a folder of documents before closing and locking it with a code. As she begins to walk back to the entry door, she doesn't even look at him as she speaks.

"You'll stay here for monitoring until morning. Good night, agent."

Hanzo quickly stands as she begins to exit.

"Wait-!"

His voice hits the door as it closes and the lock clicks behind her. He growls in annoyance. Monitor him? She just left. What kind of medical monitoring requires there to be no one with him?

With how he's been treated, he can easily concur that she knows something he doesn't. She's kept him isolated ever since the crash. She wouldn't explain what that IV was. It's obvious she's up to something. She speaks straightforwardly yet so blank, acting like she isn't hiding anything from anyone.

Sliding his shirt back up, he doesn't bother folding it shut. He sits back on his bed, removing his boots and belt, sitting with his legs crossed, back against the wall, meditating for a while before just deciding to lie down. Closing his eyes, he tries to let sleep take over.

He hopes once he awakes, this will all be over.

----------

His vision opens to darkness.

The lights must've turned off not long after he had faded, save for one, its dim glow highlighting the door in a foreboding spotlight. He tiredly pushes himself onto one elbow, looking around the room.

He's still alone.

He slides out of bed, shuffling across the linoleum floor to the door. It's still locked. Fatigue weighs heavy, beckoning him to return to unconsciousness. But he can't.

Something feels... unfinished.

He slowly makes his way over to Moira's office. That door greets him the same as the other. Stagnant. He taps the code screen, it's soft red interface fading to life.

He hovers his hand over the numericals for a few seconds before fingers curl in hesitation. His mind quickly discards the idea.

It's not what he's looking for.

Continuing to shuffle through the dark room, he passes the single active light, it's ambience catching his perimeter as he glides by.

His mind a haze, everything seems unreal. As if he's floating around like a ghost. Trapped.

Lost.

He feels suddenly ill, bile rising from the gut and burning the throat. Air becomes trapped by the intrusion and his hand flies to his mouth, a muffled grunt of disgust filling the room. Breaths become irregular and purely through his nose as he fights the urge to be sick.

Breaking into a speeding stumble, he crashes into the ward's bathroom and throws himself against the sink. A light within flicks on due to the motion. His head feels two times its weight and size, like it'll burst with the slightest touch. Keeling over the ceramic, his body evacuates its contents. After a grueling several minutes, he finds himself an empty, shaking mess with his right hand grasping the sinks edge, left palm to the mirror above.

Reaching to the side, he unsteadily rips some paper towels from the dispenser, wiping his mouth clean, also squeaking the handle to the faucet on to wash away the results of his illness. Once finished, the towels are dropped into the garbage before he returns to his previous positioning to catch his breath, water still running.

He takes in air shakily and slowly.

In. And out. In. And out. In...

On the third exhale, something catches in the vignette of his vision.

A cloud.

Confused, he presses his eyes shut. He's simply seeing things, obviously dazed from being sick. Composing himself, he resumes taking deep breaths, eyelids fluttering back open.

In.

Out.

Cloud.

He pauses.

Not believing what he saw, he stops breathing. Slowly, he rises his head to look into his reflection. His skin has gone pale as death, shirt disheveled to where one shoulder is exposed. The temperature is not noticeably different, yet the body has been numb besides the internal discomfort, his sense of touch absent.

He's dreaming again. He has to be.

He takes a long inhale through his nose.

And releases once more out the mouth.

A warbling whimper laces into the exhale. The air is seen creating a visible veil that rolls up in front of his face before dissipating. Unblinking, sight latches onto something that blurs into focus behind his reflection.

Something big.

He freezes, heart plummeting.

It's harrowing silhouette could swallow him whole. The boundaries of the room don't apply to it, as if the mirror is a window to a different plane. A giant serpentine creature, its long body trailing beyond what can be seen with its long head craned down, its top facing Hanzo's back. It's shaking almost as much as he is. Convulsing.

The light above the mirror can only catch so much of it, leaving the rest to shadow. Flowing ropes cut through the glow on either side of him as they undulate freely, their origin seemingly from the muzzle of the beast. Two protruding cones of ivory rut from the creatures skull, the length not able to be captured by the limitations of the mirrors border.

A deep rumbling rattles Hanzo's being, sending a large shiver up his spine and raising his hair to peaks. Another shaking whimper escapes from his throat as he stands, paralyzed. The lightbulb above flickers, its struggle noted by the audible electrical static as it fights to stay alive. In his glass image, amber hues begin to fade, vision decreasing little by little, yet not quite blinding. Tears stream down his cheeks. Haze starts to seep from behind his eyelids, just like the cold breath that left his parted lips less than a minute ago.

Behind him, the giant form begins to shift.

The shaking still apparent and parallel to his, the head raises while turning to the side. Details of its sickly blue scales and sharp features come into view along with an eye. Blank and white, as if its rolled up in the back of its head. It looks like its decaying, flesh and fur alike. Its grimacing, gigantic teeth like that of a predator are clenched together. The sharp forms begin to part, an airy hiss being dragged in between the stretching space that only remains connected by a few viscous strings of saliva.

There's a second of silence.

Then a guttural, piercing roar.

The light burns out and Hanzo's body snaps unlocked. Hands fly up to his head as a scream blinds his thoughts in tandem with the monster's wail. He can't tell if it's his own, or if it's being pulled from a place he cannot comprehend. Taking several steps backwards, he slams against the wall before sliding down, his body hitting the floor. He can do nothing but writhe in pain as a thousand voices cry out in agony.

Time is of no concept to this suffering. Minutes. Hours. Days. Years. It all feels like it's passing him by in the span of just seconds. All he feels is death.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up.

...

Finally. 

Nothing .

Just darkness.

Silence.

Rest.

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Consciousness buds.

There's a voice again. Though not a whisper. Its raised and very clearly unhappy. That's the only one that can be heard through the wall between Hanzo and whatever interaction it's part of. It's a familiar, rough male voice. He picks out very few words.

Found him. Told you. Disaster.

It wasn't a dream, was it?

His body lie cold upon what he knows is his bed, a heart rate monitor beeping softly beside him. He'll admit, he's surprised he woke at all. He's also shocked at the fact he does not feel significantly abnormal despite his mind still being unable to fully extract itself from the belief that the experience had just been one of his nightmares. But it's undeniable. How purely visceral it was, the fact he is not where he last remained in the bathroom, plus his commander yelling in the next room solidifies the truth.

It was real.

Vision creaks open, light assaulting his pupils. He takes his time sitting up and adjusting. He's groggy, but nothing terrible. Attention tiredly shifts over to the window of Moira's office. Reaper is in there with the geneticist herself. She looks rather annoyed and telling by the body language of the wraith, he's bordering livid. Hanzo's position change catches on and they both look through the window at him, meeting his stare.

Reaper gives one more quick look to Moira before he turns and they both exit the office to approach the freshly woken man. Sneering at them both, Hanzo leans just a little more forwards.

"What have you done?" He asks, darkly.

Reaper looks past him, clearly unable to give an easy answer to the inquiry.

"There was a complication with the healing serum." Moira answers.

"A complication..." Hanzo echoes. "You call the hell I just went through a simple complication."

He says that as more of a statement than a question. Of course she'd see it that way.

"Yes. Your specific reaction was rather unforeseen given the data, however, it is nothing that can't be remedied, I assure you." She states.

Her confidence is of no comfort to the man. The glare is shifted to Reaper.

"You knew of this. Did you not?" Hanzo asks.

The wraith returns his attention to him.

"I in fact did not." He growls. "Acting of ones own volition is against protocol. Your experience is a direct result of said protocol being broken."

"I already informed you," Moira cuts in, turning towards Reaper, "that is not the case. Miscalculations unfortunately are part of the process. You should know-"

"Enough!" Hanzo abruptly cuts them off.

His heart rate spikes on the monitor. That's enough to piss him off even more. Ripping the pads off of his chest, he stands as the machine drones to a flatline. Seething between the two of them, he heads for the door. Luckily, this time it's open and he storms out, no further breath wasted on their account. He finds his way back to his room. The sheets are still tacked up over the windows, keeping the room dark. He then shuts the door and quickly begins to collect his things. He's wasted enough time as it is trying to play this game. There's always a back door, somewhere. He just has to find it.

He changes clothing into the armor he was given, yet discards the extra pieces that dawn the Talon symbol, just using its base which is rather unidentifiable in its own. It's not preferable, but it's better than the set he's had for several days now that's been through just as much turmoil as himself throughout that time. He grabs his bow and quiver from their hidden places and pulls aside the sheet and curtain in front of one of the windows, pushing the panes open. The telltale sign of swirling air pulls his attention, followed by the familiar sway of leather.

"Don't."

His grip on the curtain clenches tighter, glove squeaking from the pressure. He doesn't even turn his head to acknowledge the other at first, nor the command they just spoke.

"You will be found. And when you are, the deal will be nullified. There will be nothing left to protect you."

Hanzo scoffs.

"I do not need protecting, wraith." He replies, tone deep and sharp.

The sunlight from the partially open curtain cuts down the left half of Reaper's mask. Due to the rest of him blending in with the void of the room, this is all that's really seen in detail. He remains still, staring at Hanzo in silence. It seems he's testing him. Testing the Shimada heir's resolve. The archer parries Reaper's gaze with his own. Words need not be spoken for Reaper to seemingly understand which path has been chosen. Hanzo does not intend to back down, nor is he abandoning his goal. He is simply taking control. 

Hanzo breaks the gaze, slipping out the window into the morning light without another word as his strike commander departs opposite, slinking back into the darkness.