#unknown. ( tbd )

[thebritishdragon]

Finally redid their two year old references. These are the protagonists of my book I’m working on.

Lucia, Nathan, and Ezra.

[enden-k]

my v first and one of my fav games (and the one that influenced me A LOT in all my art and flavor of stories AAHAG) is getting a remaster in december, maybe life is good after all 😭🖤

[soulfulempathy]

@ghcstwired

Concerts were his worst nightmare. He'd been talked into attending this one by a man with a nice smile and a decent aura, despite this strange underlying feeling. Only when he'd heard the story of Ryujin Choi was he convinced -- after all, Yuki could relate to the tragedy of losing everyone you loved in a few horrible, violent seconds. He knew how the scrape of metal on metal, the blinding headlights, the hospital smell of linoleum and pus haunted you. But soon into the show, Yuki was forcibly reminded of why he should've stayed home.

His head was pounding and the music was loud, the crowd even louder. He felt everyone's aura encroaching on him, flooding him with scalding water until he was gasping for air. Taking advantage of his companion's distraction, Yuki ducked through the sea of people in search of a semi-empty area. The crowd thinned and the waters retreated -- but even in this secluded area there was a clear view to the stage, and the unmistakable feeling of malice hit Yuki in full force.

Its source stood rigid, his eyes glued to the man performing. Yuki frowned. He wasn't in the business of hurting people just for feeling something, but...he stayed near the man, just in case.

At long last, the concert ended, and Ryujin was ushered away. The statue moved. He began winding through the buzzing crowd, and Yuki wasted no time following him.

The further away they got, the easier it was to focus. Yuki ensured he wasn't seen, mindful of the knife he'd hidden at his ankle. The man slipped through a door and Yuki lingered, watching him melt effortlessly into the shadows.

Another door opened. That malicious intent flared suddenly, but something stronger assaulted Yuki's senses -- an intense, otherworldly aura followed Ryujin Choi inside. Thanks to his distraction, the man struck.

He grabbed Ryujin by the neck, slamming him into the wall. The knife was in Yuki's hand and he took advantage of the man's position, plunging it into his back. He severed his spine with a skillful movement and his hand clamped over the assailant's mouth. Only when the body dropped was Yuki revealed.

Though blood soaked Yuki's hands, his shirt, his focus was on Ryujin. "Are you okay?"

[thanatologie]

i was yelling at dani about it before i started ranting about other stuff but a few points i feel like i need to underline in glittery gel pen:

+ the emmrich romance is an adult romance. a mature romance, if you will. it's romantic. it's sensual. it's good. but it's not really - overall i'd argue - geared toward the wattpad romance crowd. does that make sense? it's how Adults Date, boiled down. + this man is not clueless. it's not that he doesn't understand he's being flirted with at first, he's trying to figure out rook's angle. someone flirts with you out of the blue you're gonna look at them like they've lost their mind, too, especially if you're elbows deep in your job. that they hired you to do. + which brings me to point three, which is that there's no stuttery, bashful shit about that part of it. he does know what he's doing, he does know how this song and dance goes, and even if he hasn't exactly had any hot dates in a while, it's not like you magically forget that. there are two whole instances we actually witness where he shows any kind of...uncertainty? and i wouldn't even call it that. but one, during the date itself is his one documented use of "um", and it's because of course he's nervous. and two, when he talks about his feelings, things that emotionally fraught, his words tend to stumble over each other. but otherwise, he's got this? he's not unaware of how relationships work? he's literally the least shy and virginal you probably could be he is- + -pretty frank about stuff. like when harding asks him about having sex dreams he takes that shit in stride. when davrin does his whole tugging at the old bone bit that's not a man flustered that's a man tired of davrin's shit. that whole bit about marble being wonderful in the summer? you know what he fucking meant.

it is the most! frustrating thing! there is a balance between a guy who keeps his private life mostly private and some uncontrollable fuck boy (apparently) and emmrich volkarin has achieved it because he has a mentality and a framing of relationships beyond a stunted teenager writing their first bad fanfic.

[hearthtales]

i could lie and be like ‘oh i only write in past tense bc this blog is all abt people being haunted by the past haha’ but rlly i simply cannot write in present tense. i am so bad at it. i don’t know what’s wrong with me

[blessedrulers]

@huyaoxiaozi

As the gangs began to spread out, it became harder and harder to avoid stepping on someone's territory. A group of boys sporting gang tattoos on their forearms had come to cause trouble in Jihye's restaurant. It had come as quite a surprise to them when they realized they were surrounded by several thieves with body counts all of their own. The day she allowed a gang to encroach on her territory would be her last day on earth.

Though Chinatown was a bit outside of her comfort zone, she still enjoyed visiting every now and then. Few places in LA sold such quality silks and other wares, if one knew where to look and how to speak. Even though Jihye was an outsider, her presence had become somewhat known by now, despite the looks she received for her button-up shirt and black slacks.

Chinatown was the hub of a few gangs, she knew, and as she exited its bustling center, she noticed a tall man with what looked like a fox tattoo on his forearm. Red Fox Clan. Most people avoided men like him, but Jihye stood next to him at the crosswalk, watching the sun begin to set behind the horizon as she waited for that white symbol.

"Help!"

Jihye started and turned, in time to see a girl running toward them. She caught the girl as she flung her arms around Jihye's waist.

"A man grabbed me!" she insisted with a barely contained sob. There was bruising on her arm and blood on her temple, like she'd been hit with someone's ringed fist. The girl took notice of the man beside her, who to his credit, looked just as alarmed as Jihye. And he hadn't kept walking.

"Oh, sorry!" came a voice. A man jogged up to them, and Jihye pushed the girl behind her. "That's my niece, thank you for finding her. I'll just --"

"It was him," the girl whispered, clutching onto the hem of Jihye's shirt as she peered out from behind her.

"Your niece, huh?" Jihye said coldly. She slid the knife in her sleeve down, but not enough to reveal it yet.

The man seemed to grow more nervous, especially in the presence of her new friend. Not him you have to be worried about, she thought but didn't say yet. "Yeah, uh -- she's always making up stories, you know?"

[ga1adriel]

rip galadriel. you would have loved chappel roan's 2024 vma performance of good luck, babe.

[graunblida]

@nightdaughtcr gets some spice !

The hour was late when Lexa entered the Crescent Inn. The background buzzed lowly with quiet chatter of drifting patrons. Some to retire to their quarters and others to retreat into the night. She found Selene making her evening rounds and approached the woman with a gift. In hand, the warrior carried a bottle of mead which came highly recommended from the marketplace. " Might I interest you in a drink...or several? " There was a playful glint in green eyes. If she could hold the other woman's attention in any way, she'd count it as a win.

[thebritishdragon]

Ophelia escaped and is now wandering around, she’s too caught up in her broken mind to even notice something, or someone strange.

@okirayoshi

[creatureshrieks]

two people have told me directly they're gonna fuck the unknown

[soulfulempathy]

@feilien

As the days went on, it seemed Long Zhi was beginning to prove himself right. The hostility was waning, he still wasn't trusted -- but it was a vast improvement from before. The barbs didn't sting as bad, nor did they come as often. And the comradery between him and Long Zhi grew. They were practically friends. Was it possible? Could he have a life here, was there an option besides throwing it all away?

He should've known it wouldn't last.

It was only a matter of time before Isen's patience ran out. Yuki had been assigned to a job with Long Zhi when the shadows of the dark began to come to life, surrounding the two of them on all sides. It was clear to Yuki that these goons were different than a group of usual henchmen. Something called to him, radiating off of several members of Isen's organization.

These people had abilities.

Yuki's body was tense. He kept his eyes on the men as he spoke quietly to Long Zhi.

"Be careful," he said, his mind racing for a quick explanation. "He experimented on them."

One of the men laughed, fire in the palm of his hand. "Oh?" he crooned. "Don't act so high and mighty, midare. We're not so different."

Traitor. Yuki flinched before he could help it, though his concentration remained strong -- as he connected to several men, prepared to do what he had to. Even in front of present company. Still, he resisted the urge to tell Long Zhi to run -- even if he did, these men would catch up, and...Yuki wasn't keen on imagining what would happen next.

One thing was for sure -- Yuki needed time. The one thing he didn't have. He wasn't ready to take on these men, not multiple at once. But it seemed he had no other choice, unless...

"Can you distract them?" he hissed. "I have a plan."

[lesbin]

i have so many oscar best picture thoughts but im not sharing them because i think people would fight me

[dyavol]

thinking about that anon that asked me for dbz blog recs and never came back to me to get a list...

[jils-things]

ALSO I HATE HOW I ALWAYS LOOK AT HIS WIKI, SEES THE "STATUS" I OPEN IT, HOPING WITH BATED BREATH, I WOULDN'T READ "DECEASED"

[blessedrulers]

@huyaoxiaozi

Word got around quickly that Yuki Reiou had defected from the Crimson Blades. Nobody knew the details, only that he'd joined the Red Fox Clan, a Chinese gang powerful enough to carry on an unofficial feud with the Black Dragons. Normally Chinese politics weren't the Serpents' problem -- but given Yuki's involvement with Isen and now Li Ming, things were changing.

Admittedly, Takashi didn't know much about Yuki. Some said he was Isen's son, through and through. Others said he was adopted, though most seemed in agreement that the heir to the Reiou throne was unworthy. Much to his disappointment, there was not much Shinsai could tell him about his past. Regardless of Yuki's relationship with Isen, he'd betrayed him. And for that reason, Takashi was willing to work with his new clan.

There was a strong gang member in the Red Foxes' midst. A man by the name of Zane, who he suspected was the same rank as his own lieutenant. He was known for his ruthlessness and cool demeanor, willing to spill blood whenever necessary. But once again, Takashi found himself in the dark when it came to finding information outside of rumors.

It wasn't a surprise when Li Ming sent his best man to the meeting point. Zane was tall, with a scar that wrapped around his neck, other scars on his face. He exuded a confident, intimidating air, calm as the slowly darkening clouds of a contained storm. Takashi was beginning to see how this man had earned his place at Li Ming's side.

The restaurant was on neutral ground, filled with subdued chatter. Takashi stood, though he did not offer his hand. Instead, he gave a polite incline of his head, standing tall despite the way Zane towered over him.

"Zane, right?" He gestured to the opposite chair and took his own seat. "Thanks for coming. I hope it wasn't too out of your way."

[deathswcrn-a]

❝ Dont’ skulk in the shadows. ❞ (to Tore from Geralt)

"I don't skulk in the shadows," Tore grouched, skulking in the shadows beneath a pair of trees, watching Geralt with an intense, curious, but not malevolent stare. His hand was firmly wrapped around his staff, and he was poised on the balls of his feet like a cornered tomcat, as if his body hadn't made up its mind about fight or flight yet.

Geralt was clearly capable - Tore could tell that much. And he was both unknown and approaching the places he kept to himself, secret places where he practiced magics many considered unclean, unholy, or profane. Raising the dead; necromancy. He couldn't quite tell if the stranger was hunting for him, or something else, but it was rare that anyone came this far into the woods without purpose, and the purpose was often harassing him.

Still, he forced himself to take a couple of steps out from under the boughs of ash and blackthorn, and make himself quite clear to the approaching figure, lest he decide to use any of his array of weapons on Tore. "You have nothing to fear from me," said the necromancer, even though his hand was itching to rest upon the wicked dragon-shaped blade at his hip. "But do I have anything to fear from you?"