#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

[ga1adriel]

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

[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!"

[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

[braddourifscareertrajectory]

oh man its happening, they cracked ebx and texture modding

[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.

[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."

[thebritishdragon]

Smaugust, Day 4.

-Este, Oeste, Norte, Sur

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

[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.

[soulfulempathy]

@feilien

It had been 3 months since he joined the Black Dragons, and while Yuki had begun to grow physically stronger, sharpen his skills, he still felt just as lost here as he had on day one.

A prominent criminal organization in California, the Black Dragons ran in the same circles as Isen Reiou. They were made up entirely of Chinese people who enjoyed throwing barbs at Yuki in languages he didn't understand, looking at him with suspicion and distrust. Never in his life had Yuki felt like such an outsider.

It didn't matter. As long as he was able to finally put Isen in the ground, Yuki could bear it. Though he'd received his fair share of physical blows in his life, somehow these emotional jabs hurt more. He could feel the negative energy that told him when he was being glanced at, watched, talked about. The stress it caused made Yuki look exhausted, but he refused to bend, much less break.

Xiao Dan was the most skeptical. Each day came with uncertainty, the fear that Yuki would be thrown out and be forced to start over. Yet he must have proven his worth in some way or another, considering it hadn't come to that yet. But he had to admit, should he be free of this group, a big part of him would be relieved.

He'd heard rumors of the heir to the clan, a man he'd only been able to identify as Matt. It didn't come as a shock to hear that Matt was smart, deadly, strong, as an heir should be. But Yuki had never been in the same room as him, and the fact that he'd been assigned to a job with him had Yuki anxious. After all, Matt's grandfather was practical, vicious, even merciless. Yuki would go so far as to call him cold-hearted, and he shouldn't expect anything less from the man who was set to take his place.

Except, when Matt appeared where they were set to meet, the aura Yuki felt stunned him into silence. Deadly and strong, sure, but something in Yuki resonated with it as well -- he just couldn't tell what. He was looking at it through a foggy window, just able to make out the shapes and colors. When his ability failed him, Yuki often relied on his instinct, his intuition. Matt's aura was so unlike the others, so much more complicated. For the first time since he'd involved himself with this clan, Yuki felt there might actually be someone worth trusting.

But here, trust was a lethal thing.

He turned to face Matt fully. He was almost a head taller than Yuki, with a build that spoke of both physical strength and agility. He carried himself with a certain confidence that was not boastful, rather than the arrogance Yuki often saw among the others. He got the feeling Matt didn't need to flash his skill -- rather, he struck Yuki as someone who would simply let his actions speak for themselves.

Still...these observations contrasted sharply against whatever he was feeling from Matt's aura. Now that he was standing in front of Yuki, he was forced to tilt his head back a bit, once again wishing his genetics had been kinder to him.

"...Hi," he said lamely, and cleared his throat. "Is anyone else coming?"

[wrestlehead]

[creatureshrieks]

reminder the unknown did not know the entity existed and was actively attacked by the entity as she tried to drag it inside her realms. it actually screamed and tried to fight her off. the unknown knows what fear and panic is!