#unknown. ( tbd )

[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 😭🖤

[thebritishdragon]

Drew some new dragons. I love their designs a lot.

These guys are for a little dragon rp server I made with a friend!

[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

[soulfulempathy]

@feilien, continued from here

It was the first time he'd noticed the dog at Long Zhi's side. While he would've otherwise been embarrassed, Yuki smiled fondly at Bao, though he didn't reach out. With his ability impaired like this, it was hard enough to tell the intentions of people, let alone animals. And as Long Zhi continued, Bao remained quiet and still enough that Yuki mostly forgot about him all over again.

"You have no faith in me," Yuki said with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. The truth was, he was somewhat grateful, considering...

A memory prodded at his mind but Yuki was reluctant to let it come to light. Instead, they began to walk, and he kept to Long Zhi's other side. Yuki couldn't stop himself from talking, confident as he led the way to his apartment. But something slowed his feet and Yuki's voice trailed off. Without thinking, he looked to his left side, at a tall apartment building.

His heart was hammering, mouth dry, and he looked forward without really seeing the sidewalk. He'd forgotten it was along this path. It took him much too long to make his body move. But he finally stepped around Long Zhi, unable to look at him.

"Let's go this way," he tried to sound like he had before, happy and energized, but his voice fell flat. That memory from earlier finally reared its head, and his gut twisted in a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol. Beige walls, popcorn ceiling, no lock on the door...Yuki drew in a shaking breath. You're okay.

Wasn't he?

[threebreaths]

@feilien

It had been fairly easy to get word to Liu Long Zhi. It seemed uncouth to hunt the disgraced Black Dragons heir down himself -- and so, Isen tasked a couple of his men with delivering the message, a simple request to meet. Thankfully, Long Zhi had spared him the trouble of escalation by agreeing.

Isen filled out paperwork as he waited, checking his watch sparingly. On the off chance Long Zhi didn't walk through the door, either he would have to pay for wasting Isen's time or his own men would shoulder the blame. To be fair or merciful was to be weak. Especially with...these people.

Two minutes before 3pm, the afternoon sunlight peering through the cracks in the curtains and casting dots on the ceiling, there was a knock on his door.

"Come," Isen called without looking up, and the door carefully opened.

"Sir," Tanaka said with a small bow. "Liu Long Zhi is here to see you."

"Send him in," Isen said, his tone almost bored, though he was anything but. He set the pen down and stood, having just buttoned the suit of his jacket when the heir himself appeared in the doorway, two of his own nervous henchmen lingering in the background.

"Close the door behind you, if you would."

Once Long Zhi turned away, Isen scanned him in less than a second. By the way he moved, he was attentive, a man poised for action, clearly trained to be a fighter. That would serve Isen well, and he expected nothing less from a man who had been groomed to take the Black Dragons' throne. Of course, if his intelligence was accurate, Long Zhi was unlike any of the other men under Isen's employment.

"Thank you for coming," Isen said, inclining his head to the other, a corner of his lips quirked up in a gesture of peace. To shake the hand of someone with abilities was unwise, and Isen kept them behind his back. "You may call me Isen. Please, sit."

He gestured to a couple chairs and circled back to his own. Isen rested his hands on the desk in front of him, fixing Long Zhi with a neutral gaze, the harsh black of his eyes having warmed a bit. Intending to seem benevolent, perhaps even trustworthy, though a glint of that old sharpness still lurked beneath the surface. The kind that caught every detail, every weakness. The kind that made it clear why Isen was the boss.

"I'm sure you know why you're here," he began, always loathe to engage in small talk. "I would assume you've been invited to plenty of meetings, in light of recent events."

[ga1adriel]

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

[yellowfingcr]

// very tiny personal thing

by the way pardon me if I am spotty! I'm going through a moment I can only define at category 5 anxiety and it's making kind of Everything Very Difficult. you know when you feel like you could shiver out of your body at all moments? that

it will pass! no worries!

[creatureshrieks]

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

[dyavol]

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

[deathswcrn]

❝ 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?"

[thebritishdragon]

Smaugust, Day 4.

-Este, Oeste, Norte, Sur

I drew them for day four because they’re as old as the Earth.

[arramdraper]

Nothing like doing a whole elimination diet on your dog and realizing she has a problem with gluten not just wheat 🥲🥲

[soulfulempathy]

@painofhumanity

It was way past curfew, and Yuki knew he was in trouble.

He could already feel the sting of his foster father's hand across his face. Could hear the shrill yell of his foster mother telling him what an insufferable brat he was. It made Yuki walk slow, though his eyes were cast downward, and it was cold out. He hiked the bag higher on his shoulder and wouldn't admit that he was curling in on himself.

Yeah, they were horrible. But at least it was a roof over his head.

He'd accepted the fact that in sixteen years he'd stopped growing at a whopping five-foot-seven, that he was skinny and not at all threatening, despite his temper. But he knew that he was still no match for whatever was on the street...unless he absolutely had to be.

A strong gust of wind blew through the alley, pushing him into a man--a boy--that was tall and lanky, but just as skinny. Not bad looking, either. He had brown hair and brown eyes and Yuki hit a big brick wall when he extended out his power. When someone was dangerous, Yuki could usually feel it long before they ever opened their mouth. This guy was different--it just felt blank.

"Sorry," he said, but he didn't continue walking, curious despite himself. Strange...he smelled like earth and dirt and pennies.

Pennies...Yuki's gaze was drawn downward, and his eyes widened.

"You're bleeding!"

[graunblida]

starter for @toldfable !

" we have been stirring the pot for ages, " the statement is comical because not only have the pair been causing trouble since the day they discovered CHAOS, they've also been working on this concoction for the better part of the evening. the substance in the cauldron hardly looks any different than it did a half hour ago. eyes study the instructions scrawled on lived-in pages of an ancient tome. " nothing is missing... did we skip a step? " doubtful, as both she and silas pride themselves on being thorough. however, there's a first time for everything.

[cruoren]

something about kylo ren & violence as a means of expression, and how that manifests post-tlj. something about blood & darkness coming instinctively to him because of snoke's influence in the womb. he is just vicious. he has always been volatile, and his anger was dangerous, but in learning to govern as supreme leader, he learns to refine his brutality. he is losing his mind at the behest of his dark side power growing, yes, but he's simultaneously more in control, more capable, and crueller than ever. sharper, even. and how much more horrifying that is......

[archivedolon]

aphelios using emojis to communicate rather than typing out words ;___; he finds it difficult to say exactly how he’s feeling, especially when so many people are watching the debut of their band. he’s a perfectionist to a fault and doesn’t like for there to be any room for miscommunication or for his words to be construed any other way. it’s much harder for him to put his own thoughts into words, whereas songwriting, his emotions flow freely. as always, though, he’s a bit of a meticulous soul and holds himself to an extremely high standard. his anxiety is something that he’s learning to manage but with so much riding on the success of their group, not just himself but everyone else’s careers that were revitalized by their joint efforts, he’s rather not put himself in a position that could cost the others. so emojis he stays with for the time being. alune likes how they look, anyways.