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@tarengos | CONTINUED
LAUGHING, Marya arched both her eyebrows.
HAVING to kill her? Well, well…that was certainly something she was not bound to forget! Was it some sort of secret? Was it simply a sort of trick? It was likely to be the latter, thus the woman decided she wouldn’t be so easily swayed.
HOWEVER, the thing she had witnessed! Before her had been a dragon, and now there was a man. A fine one at that, Gods help her! Marya knew herself all too well by then. She knew a fine man was one that always caught her eye, and even more than that. What was this one, after all? Was he man? Was he dragon? Was he both? Marya was both, but she couldn’t have turned into a dragon. Or, perhaps, she had not tried enough?
“SO, you’re not much for telling,” she said. Marya’s glance was brought to meet his own, and her hands were placed on his chest. The woman traced lazy patterns on his chest, a smile passing on her face. “I don’t like men who talk like headaches, and then claim it’s poetry. It’s boring! How about you show me that?”
Ever the curious creature, he welcomed her permission. Eager, he touched her skin and sensed more than the eye could fathom. Akin to him, but different, Tarengos realized she was not a human. At least, not the simple kind. A creature, but this was her form. It was… revealing.
With a slow motion, he pushed away her fur covered shoulder and took the leather that adorned her skin with it. At first, he hadn’t sensed magic in her blood. Now, he found a faint hum. It was as a dulled pulse, near death. It made him curious, but he’d ponder her make up another time. Her hand touched his chest, his markings that exuded the purest essence of arcane magic and his mind was persuaded to think otherwise.
“Would it satisfy you, human, to know that I’ve never been with one of your kind? Perhaps it would be better to use a term you understand. A virgin?” It was part truth, part lie. How could he be a virgin when he had hundreds of dragon children all throughout the universes? However, mating and sex were not the same. In his studies, he had learned as much. He laughed. “Maybe it’s not entirely accurate.”
Taren spun her round and pressed her petite form against his enormous chest that was hot to the touch. “Why don’t you,” he said, placing his hand under hers and then against her stomach, bare between armor, “show me what you want.”
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kiss:
you save everyone but who saves you
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❛ What did you have in mind now? ❜
The dragon growled, the tone playful and almost flirtatious.If such was even possible from such a beast. On his hind legs, he stretched hiswings and felt the ground tremble under such immense force. When he brought hiswings in again, he allowed his form to shift into his most favored of all: highelven. There, before her, he now stood tall and nearing seven feet. He had tolook down to her face, the conquered eyes she wore bravely that swam withtemptation he had been breathing in for some time now. “I could tell you,” hemurmured, his tone much softer and palatable now. “But then I’d have to killyou.”
The horns, once the size of mammoths, now curled tightlyagainst his head and were much smaller. His eyes burned bright, arcane magiclingering in the hue. “Though, I think I’ve met my match in you.” With a hand,he reached to touch her shoulder and paused with a stern look to her eyes, asif to ask permission. “I could always show you.”
SINDAY MEME: selectively accepting.
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If you roleplay a ship with me,
You will get— Adequate ship building time. Realistic obstacles for them to overcome. Sweet fluff. Sexy smut. (if you want) As much action as I can mange. Tons of angst. Possibly random drabbles. Occasional gif/photo sets, or manips. @ tagged in all kinds of things. Headcanons about anything and everything. Completely sick of my ass.
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* soft smut sentence starters .
❛ That teabag was actually better the second time around. ❜
❛ The landscapers are coming over today to trim the bush. ❜
❛ We’ve got to make it quick, shouldn’t be a problem for you. ❜
❛ We don’t have to go all the way, just midway. ❜
❛ I wasn’t expecting you to go there. ❜
❛ Sex Rules, I pity the fools who realize to late. ❜
❛ There’s nothing wrong with a bit of tease before. ❜
❛ Maybe I’d rather take my time. ❜
❛ Slow and steady, there. ❜
❛ What’s your rush? ❜
❛ What’s the big hurry? We’ve got plenty of time to play. ❜
❛ You always manage to make it seem better every time. ❜
❛ What did you have in mind now? ❜
❛ I just wanted a taste. ❜
❛ There’s a place I’ll let you go that you haven’t been yet. ❜
❛ Maybe you could stay a little afterwards? I don’t like being alone. ❜
❛ Let’s see what you’re working with. ❜
❛ That’s a nice color on you, bet it’d look better off of you though. ❜
❛ What? You mean to tell me you didn’t come here to just cuddle? ❜
❛ I’ve got something in mind you might like. ❜
❛ I could show you instead. ❜
❛ Come here, give me a kiss. ❜
❛ I just wanted some time alone with you.. to do this.. ❜
❛ I’m going to run a shower, you can watch but you can’t join. ❜
❛ Is there anything you can’t do with that tongue? ❜
❛ A hug could easily turn into something more if you allow it. ❜
❛ I love that thing you do when we kiss. ❜
❛ You know exactly what to do and know exactly what I want. ❜
❛ I’ve always had a thing for you and I see why now. ❜
❛ You really do know how to keep it interesting. ❜
❛ Maybe we just take our sweet little time, make it last. ❜
❛ I don’t want to go fast. I want to go slow. ❜
❛ I’m ready, if you are. ❜
❛ Just gently going to do this.. ❜
❛ Shhh … Kiss me .. ❜
❛ You’re trembling … are you sure you’re okay? ❜
❛ Even at your slowest, I’m still at my weakest. ❜
❛ Could you, could we, maybe go a little slower? ❜
❛ I want to show you something. ❜
❛ Are you going to just keep staring or are you going to come touch? ❜
❛ I have a great idea for us, something you’ll enjoy. ❜
❛ You can still look while you touch. ❜
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If you want me, satisfy me If you want me, satisfy me If you want me, satisfy me If you want me, satisfy me
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don’t tell me what to do unless we’re in bed together
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Imagine dragon barbers that have half the store for fuzzy dragons and the other half for those who just have scales but still wanna look hella fresh
Imagine dragons with manes going there and getting it all done up nice like a horse in dressage.
Imagine furry working dragons going and getting clipped to stop their fur matting, so they end up with shaved legs and undersides.
Imagine leathery-skinned dragons going to get their spines polished and beautiful patterns painted on them.
Imagine scaled dragons going to get their chest plates buffed and polished and their scales oiled.
Imagine huge, bulky dragons with massive horns coming to get them filed and sharpened.
d r a g o n b e a u t y r o u t i n e s
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Attractive things
Pointy teeth
Long tongues
Scarring/disfigurement
Masks
Voice distortion
Monster saliva/drooliness
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Drogo vs Drogon getting hurt.
(requested)
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grandemagistrix:
for once, the magistrix seemed quite occupied with matters that none dare ask, no longer content to be an idle, loafing lazy mana sabre as the minutes rolled by. instead she was UP & PROWLING, being trailed by an assortment of enchanted objects that floated in her space ��� a self-writing quill, parchment, the inkwell. many denizens of the nighthold knew not to disturb her — whilst her physical body roamed, it was clear that her mind was elsewhere entirely, judging from the dimness of an unfocused gaze. her lips moved, though no words spilled forth, however the quill followed & stopped in time with those silent movements.
a deep voice called to her & for a moment elisande would have been content to merely wave a dismissive hand & continue on her way. but the brief flicker of lucidity into the present drew such a strong magical PRESENCE that it nearly snapped her attention to their current. her pacing halted, objects lowering to be arm level as she blinks — gaze focusing upon the elf. it narrowed, suspiciously. she did not know his face. “— oh, truly? are you too a temporal…”
her sarcastic quip trailed off short as the longer she assessed him, the more her magical sight peeled back the veil of power that surrounded the stranger. for just a brief moment, he was treated to a flicker of genuine SURPRISE before her brows knit together, hand lifting towards her chin in contemplation. there was NO mistaking that signature. it was too raw, too powerful & true..
“a personal visit from the blue?” her long, silvery brow arched. she’d never considered such an encounter to take place, not in THIS time, anyway. “— how unusual. my curiosity is peaked, dragon. what brings you to request my audience?”
there was little point in asking why he was there — suramar was a vast, magical land filled with ancient, time-forgotten artifacts still curated in the VAULTS. the very land hummed with mana, with wild magic. leylines routed directly underneath the land & it would make sense that a dragon of the blue flight would wish to look into their fair land. however elisande wonders why NOW, of all times. perhaps because of the barrier lowered.. ?
“— let us not speak here.” she decides, gesturing him to follow her. “i will receive you in the shal’dorei terrace. come.”
Before he offered an answer, he chose to follow the ethereal existence of her being to the terrace she spoke of. Away from prying eyes, extended ears, so they could speak freely… as equals. Though, the mere thought of the Shal’dorei Queen offering a sense of acceptance to the idea he could possibly be an equal was comical. Tarengos smiled, keeping the thought to himself. He followed, wordlessly.
When he could only sense the very magic her form exuded, he dropped the veil and morphed more into the elven presence he wore when representing himself. Horns curled back away from his mane of frizzed curls. Delicate runes hummed against his pale flesh, the faint glow of arcane present. His eyes seemed to emit a light of their own, burning blue as the flames from his mouth when in his dragon form. His height seemed to extend even more, pushing the bounds of eight feet now. He was an impressive sight, far more so than the humble Kalecgos.
“I have come to understand you,” he said with sincerity. The depth of his tone reverberated in the space around them, holding that ferocity of a dragon and yet still subdued. “I have come to move against the sands of time to see you, to see your world and to understand your people. Elisande, your power transcends worlds, times and other creatures. Hence the Legion knocking upon your gilded doors.”
He held out a tome. It was nothing of importance, but it was something she might recognize. After all, he disobeyed Nozdormu’s plea of leaving time alone. Having gone back in time, he plucked this tome from the shelves of a library that existed before Elisande took her first breath. It was a tome of time, something she had mastered long ago. After all, one could not simply go before an ancient queen with nothing to offer in return.
“You can speak now, or we can travel back to a time you choose. I find comfort in challenge,” he managed to smile in front of her and in spite of her stoic face. Elves were all similar, so cautious in their speech and their chosen company. He wondered when the last time she smiled for the sake of happiness had been.
“What say you, Queen of the Shal’dorei?” Perhaps she wasn’t THE queen, but her people revered her enough to believe it.
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“Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”((Hiiii!!))
“Perhaps you should try not looking so guilty and I’d stoppinning it on you,” the dragon teased, enjoying seeing the other so riled up.
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HAPPY TURKEY DAY… or just… HAPPY THURSDAY! 🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃🦃 luh y’all
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Wanting to RP a ship but not having anyone to RP it with like
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Strong man is strongest alone, you ever heard that?
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