#dragonfy year

[mossdrawn]

more dfy caddy because i love him so so much

( @c-kiddo )

[snekatiemainy]

My final attacks!!!

Mina as a dragon for @apple8ees

GB and GG as dragons for @samthecookielord

Amethyst for @ar-ameth

Hex for LizardChris

[paintedkinzy-88]

"You're far more powerful than the people of this planet, yet you defend them. Why?"

"Big talk from the guy that was defeated by those very people."

"Hm. Don't make me laugh. The... beasts that managed to delay our reign were far from human..."

In other words, I decided that the ancient mystic warriors that created the Key to the Prison Dimension are now dragonfied... somewhat successfully-

More info on them below, why not.

Almost a thousand years ago, after the creation of yokai, dragons of the time advocated for peace between humans and yokai. However, the tensions only grew as each attempt ended in failure, by the fault of one side or the other. Eventually, a war was declared, and the powerful beings ended up as targets for many.

The story is typically different depending on the location. Generally, in the East, dragons were more respected by humans than yokai, and the West was the opposite. Draxum's family grew up in the Western yokai cultures, primarily, whereas the Hamato clan originally lived in the East.

One by one, by either human or yokai, dragons were hunted down, often seen as either a threat due to their power, or as foolish for their optimistic desires. When the Krang's full army made it to Earth, only four remained across the globe. Seeing this massive threat to life itself in their home, they gathered together and sacrificed themselves in order to create the Prison Dimension, locking away as many Krang as they possibly could and trusting the stragglers could be taken care of.

With them gone, the Yokai were eventually forced to hide away, with any remaining rebels quickly struck down. Currently, the only remaining proof of the dragons, aside from many mixed stories and historical drawings, is the small, inferior yokai breed (think like Bruce and his gang.)

Blazure: Having lived in the Eastern side, Blazure was a constant target of human armies. He used to have a small group of fellow dragons he often socialized with in surrounding territories, but they were all taken down by the kingdoms around them eventually. His home no longer safe, Blazure spent most of his remaining life traveling and trying his best to help people of all kinds where he could, without getting killed.

Pyre: Immediately after the war was declared, Pyre set off with as many Yokai as he could, trying to guide them to safety. While he still wholeheartedly believed they could live in harmony, he also recognized that reasoning with humans was not in his personal skillset, a lesson he had learned the hard way many times. Instead, he took to running with the yokai he could protect, gaining new members at every turn. It's rumored that he was the start of the first Hidden Cities.

Shilong: Highly revered by the humans of his territory, Shilong was a mighty warrior who, unlike many dragons, had no problem resorting to physically fighting for his beliefs. Many yokai saw him as a threat and even a weakness of their kind due to his desire for peace between them and humans. Because of this, he was often attacked. Even still, he stuck around and defended human villages and cities when he saw it necessary.

Zuma: Settling down in Japan with a few others, Zuma was highly worshipped by multiple human clans. They were free to walk the streets of these villages unharmed, and often received gems, food, jewelry, and other gifts, which they always made sure to repay in one way or another. Overall, they were well treated and defended from the many yokai who wished to hunt them down.

Curse of Icarus Masterpost

[seasonalmoss]

My Favorite WOF characters and my designs for them.

I was bored so here! Some of my Wings of Fire designs! Starting with, Snowfall, Cricket and Moonwatcher! Most of these are actually quite old, like around a year old, except for the cricket which is around two years old at this point.

anyways I was mostly bored, I will probably be posting more then just designs here don’t worry. But for now expect to see Catifed/Dragonfied designs of any of my Fandoms here!

anyways to this day I’m still really proud of the Cricket design! I will redraw her ref though because since then I’ve decided that Hivewings can have fur as well as other headcannon traits. Of course I’m proud of the others too!

[elijah-loyal]

dune liveblog bc wtf even is dune (part 1 of dune part 1)

all i know is timy shamalamadingong ok - ZENDAYA VOICE HUH I KNOW HER SHES IN THIS!???!??? - okay okay im a whore for a good desert, alright - jesus they've got blue fuckin eyeballs - okay okay, i like the vibes

jesus christ bro breathes like my father: too fuckin loud (jk i love my dad) - YEAR HWHAT?? - ewewewewewewewewewewewew wtf is this weird fucking voice tjing stopit - okay arrakis just looks like wadi rum to me, which if you know me at all, i fucking LOVE wadi rum; favorite place for a good scramble up a cliff/mountain - oh so at least they explained the whole eyes thing - HELLO OSCAR ISAAC???? - "the emperor has asked us to bring peace to arrakis--" stfu. you know damn well your the bitches fuckin up the peace - 'i wanted to be a pilot' okay poe dameron - oo sign language???

this is literally just muslim and arab culture/dress???? - the fuck kinda dragonfy ship is that - BITCH THATS 100% WADI RUM AINT NO WAY ITS NOT I WAS JUST FUCKING THERE - i googled it yes they filmed the dune 1 arrakis scenes at wadi rum; jordan WWWWWWW - also i'm sorry but i've been told the costuming is apparently super wack and cool but like.... so far this is just normal stuff to wear lmfao, especially since the ramadan/iftar season is right now. there aren't any insane hijabs, except for maybe jessica's orange one with her (pseudo-niqab??? not really sure what it is lol) just because it's LONG - QUEEN CHARLOTTE FROM BRIDGERTON????? - "hello" ojh you can hear the sopping wet white boy in his voice - "incense bush" FUCKING OUD MENTION?????? - ew what the fuck is that spider thing - HELLO WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS HE FUCKINH GROWING TALL LIKE THAT I DONT FUCKING LIKE IT

[aroaessidhe]

A Clash of Steel character descriptions

for fanart! more detail and link to my database in my pinned post

in quotes, so may contain minor spoilers

Xiang

- pendant, a simple gold piece has always been favorite. My fingers trace the inscription on it: 永愛. My fingers know each clumsy stroke by heart.

plain coarse cotton trousers and shirt; familiar hemp or cotton robes and trousers and the conical hats from my village,

"I was the same nut brown as everyone else in the village, and now my skin is an even deeper brown darkened from the sun"

Lan Nai Nai holds up a jacket with delicate golden detailing on bright blue silk. "What about this?" "I haven't worn that since one of Mother's visits last year. It's too tight around the chest."

stiff brocaded silk jacket embroidered with peonies and matching trousers.  my hair has been arranged into a simple and elegant knot anddecorated with a heavy brooch carved from teak. simple jade pendant dangles outside my jacket

A stray lock of hair escapes my loosely tied bun and falls to my face…packed the peony jacket and trousers for me, along with my everyday wear, the sturdy tunics and trousers I'm accustomed to.

dressed in a practically sheer robe belted over a dudou and long skirt. The thinly woven silk feels strange against my bare shoulders. a robe with long flowing sleeves embroidered with dragonfies, which she helps fasten over the sheer one.  The embroidered robe crosses at my neck, kept in place with a delicate sash, and the sheer robe underneath reveals just a hint of skin. My face has been powdered and my hair swept up into an elegant knot, secured with a matching dragonfly hairpin.

Anh brushes back my hair where it was gathered in a long plait, tucking it up and underneath the fabric. She winds it around my head, leaving it loose around my neck. She ties the wrap and neatly tucks the remaining fabric in so it won't get in the way.

things I've been slowly collecting: a linen shirt from Ling Shan, Maheer's extra head wrap, the clothes I arrived with - the trousers and jacket embroidered with peonies

hair in a tangled plait

a long slim sword with a wicked curve at the edge

my hair is in a rough plait, coiled and pinned underneath a head wrap. I'm wearing my borrowed clothes of trousers and tunic just as well as any fine dress I'd worn at the teahouse,

Anh

golden brown skin, deep brown eyes that are almost golden, Vietnamese

coin given to Anh as a child: almost looks like a cash coin with the square hole in the center except instead of being engraved with the emperor's seal, it has a long dragon coiling around the center, with clouds swirling around it. The dragon's long whiskers hook around its face, and the eyes look right up at the beholder, as if issuing a challenge.”

a bright-eyed youth clad in a motley collection of clothes, and as I draw closer, I see more clearly the faded bright brocade of colorful silks, a mismatched combinaton of a green embroidered jacket undone at the neck revealing an expanse of warm brown skin, and another colorful shirt.

her hair is loose, floating about her shoulders, her eyes dancing wild with merriment. I would have mistaken her for a boy had it not been for the honorific,

she's wearing a long coat that could have been fine once the color's faded but it looks well taken care of with  a mismatched shirt underneath and a pair of trousers held up by a gayly colored belt.

She's wearing a garment like the dudou, tied at the neck and the waist, her shoulders and back bare. 

"A yêm," she says, picking at the ties at her neck. She unties them and untangles the long cords without even looking, letting the fabric fall to reveal her collarbones and the swell above her breasts.

Anh pulls a scrap of fabric from her pocket, tying her hair back and out of her eyes. A few strands escape from its makeshift tie, whorling softly at the base of her bare, slender neck.

flinging her jacket at a nearby boulder, where it joins her trousers with a loud, wet thwap. Her bare shoulders gleam in the sunlight, her thin cotton undergarments clinging to her lithe body underneath two crossed belts of leather. She undoes these carefully, unsheathing several knives and laying them out on top of her jacket to dry.

Xiang’s mother

Mother's face is hard but regal, her hair coiffed up in an elegant style. A single jade brooch is pinned in her hair, a modest display of her success as a merchant. The commanding air she wears around her like a cloak, her damask dark blue jacket ornamented with cranes. Glittering rings sparkle on her fingers

Master Feng

I can see the edge of my tutor's familiar robes coming around the last switchback. His hair has slipped out of its usual careful too know

Maheer

A dark-skinned man in a red head wrap approaches us, regarding me with a curious smile as he walks down the steps from the higher deck.

Ling Shan

Two women with fair complexions are wearing only zhuyao and trousers, their lithe and muscled arms bare as they stop coiling rope. One cocks her head as she steps forward, giving me a scrutinizing look, She has the kind of delicate mouth and moonlike face that poets would write about. I can see a long scar racing down across her nose and right cheek

"Fashion is the worst. I am so glad I don't have to care anymore," Ling Shan says. Today she is wearing a thin robe that looks like it was once fine, embroidered with bright orange carp on a blue background. The robe is open to reveal the simple dudou-and-trousers combination she was wearing when we met.

the slight physique of a dancer

missing finger?

Mianmian

fair complexion, wearing only zhuyao and trousers,

judgemental and freckled

the bun she's gathered her hair in todaybouncing up and down with the movement

big-chested

Thanh

tall, broad-shouldered youth with her same brown skin and thick eyebrows lifting a sack of rice. He seems to have a perpetally sour face, his eyes flitting over me in scrutiny, "

dark brown eyes like Anh's

Châu

a squat brown man lingering by the bow.

Châu nods, wiping at the sweat on his bare chest with a scrap of fabric before tying it back around his head

Sun

-a long-haired golden-faced youth with a sunny smile.

Arthrit

a lean man with deep brown skin leaning over the side of the ship

Captain Hoa

a tall woman with sharp eyes and rich golden brown skin, her coat billowing out behind her. It's the same rigid style I've seen the sailors on the ships with the rectangular sails wear an overcoat that was once a deep, rich blue, faded with sun and stained and mended, but brass buttons still shining brightly. Two swords hang at her hips, curved and wicked looking, and a spyglass is tucked into her belt.

"Those things really only work for you small-chested folks." She takes off her outer robe and underneath it she's wearing a corset, a sturdier-looking one than the contraption Yunming showed me back in Canton. This one looks like armor, laced up in the front and the back.

old scars running down her face

[avaleon]

Tagged by the wonderful @rinasai ♥

Name/Nickname: Ava - by consensus.  

Gender: NB/Genderfluid.

Star Sign: Leo

Height: 6′

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Favorite Animal: Lions, dogs, bats. dragonfies

Hours of Sleep: 5-8 depending on my day, body aches, and depression status 

Dog or Cats? Both? I have a pet cat.

Number of Blankets: 3

Dream Trip: I have a list. Currently the UK, but I think my brain and body need Mexico.

Dream Job: Something that sustains my lifestyle.

Current Time: 9:59pm

Birthday: Am synth. I have no birthday.

Last Show I Watched: Star Trek Discovery

When Did I Create my Blog? About 2013-2014 but I didn't use it until last year to dive headfirst into the Fallout Dumpster.

Song Stuck in my Head: Actually none. I fried my brain today so it’s a useless piece of garbage.

Other Blogs: @ava-militem is my art reference and emotional support blog; I also have a comic with @tess-etc called @true-blue-comic-fo4 ; a art reblog @avaleah-art; and my smut filled sex dungeon of a side that you have to ask nicely for.

Why I Chose my URL: Avalya was my very first Skyrim OC and I basically adopted the name as my online alias. It is a jumble of letters from my actual name.

Following: 284

Followers: 644

Favorite Instrument: Probably the acoustic guitar. I have zero musical talent.

What I’m Wearing: my work clothes that I spilled almond butter on this morning and didn’t notice was there until lunch. #dissociating

Top 3 Fictional Universes I’d Like to Join: As much as I love Post-Apocalyptic America, I would be eaten by cannibals pretty quickly. The only way I would live there is if I was guaranteed a position in the BoS or similar faction; keep me safe soldiers. I would love to live in Skyrim, it’s pure and beautiful and DRAGONS. Middle Earth would be a pick too. I grew up reading the Legacy of the Drow so whatever plane of existence Drizzt Do’Urden occupies would be good too. Wulgar, please :D 

I would like to tag (no pressure of course): @sterlingtheprincechicken @tess-etc @fancyladssnacks @the-dubstep-strawberry @syrenpan @antioxident and anyone else, feel free to tag me