♔ .[ ᴠᴏʀʟɪᴀɴᴛʜ ]. ♔

temptarii: head tilts ever so slightly, as she turns to face the object of her curiosity....

Sat, 14 Feb 2015 15:50:23 -0500

head tilts ever so slightly, as she turns to face
the object of her curiosity. elbows press firmly
to thighs while shoulders lean forward, smile
waning in favor of a fascinated lean, mischief
curling her tongue.
” some, yes. but i can’t help but
wonder what is so very fascinating. “

❝ I AM OLD.
Many lifetimes stuck in one place
has limited any attainment of
wisdom I’ve attempted. Without
further material it was a fruitless
task. And now, here I am, in
front of me a being that alludes
my knowledge but charms me all
the same. ❞

A measured response that is
cautious but polite. The desire
to respect the unknown to be
obliged by his honor as a drake.
Vorlianth’s brows raise considerably.

❝ Am I really to be blamed? ❞

temptarii: a smile curls on wicked lips, and charm dances in her eyes. spine settles and...

Sat, 14 Feb 2015 15:07:00 -0500

temptarii:

a smile curls on wicked lips, and charm dances
in her eyes. spine settles and curves against the
back of the chair, brows lifting ever so slightly
as she finds the gaze behind the boring in the
back of her skull. When she speaks, she hums,
amusement soaking her words.
” it’s impolite to stare, you know. “

AND since when did he care what was
polite and what wasn’t? Ages passed with
change that twisted, laden in every year
gone by, he is no longer a celebrated
young man. Tarnished by greed still
he is, and so he will remain. Perhaps
it is this that sparks the will; his
selfishness, so potent, to ＫＮＯＷ all
there is.

❝ Some are flattered by being gazed upon. ❞

ululatuarchive-deactivated20150: i am NOT beautifully ̷̧b̷̷̧̧ŗ̷̷̧o̷̷̧̧ķ̷̷̧ȩ̷n i...

Sat, 14 Feb 2015 13:35:49 -0500

ululatuarchive-deactivated20150:

i am
NOT
beautifully ̷̧b̷̷̧̧ŗ̷̷̧o̷̷̧̧ķ̷̷̧ȩ̷n
i was
ＲＩＰＰＥＤ
to ̲s̲ʜ̲ʀ̲ᴇ̲ᴅ̲s
from the
INSIDE ~~out~~.

temptarii: THIS IS YOUR SIREN SONG ...

Sat, 14 Feb 2015 12:06:37 -0500

temptarii:

THIS IS YOUR SIREN SONG
FUCK. KILL. REPEAT.

abyssalisk

Sat, 14 Feb 2015 03:32:32 -0500

abyssalisk

abyssalisk:

Sat, 14 Feb 2015 03:22:58 -0500

abyssalisk:

kaltenzhan: He wielded flame- It danced within his grasp with unimaginable control.There are...

Thu, 25 Dec 2014 19:00:49 -0500

kaltenzhan:

He wielded flame-

It danced within his grasp with unimaginable control.
There are true reasons for her to be uncomfortable.

~~I O N I L~~ —
Her name so long ago.
The magister - the dragon - paces around him and stops.
Her demeanor falters, head tilted off to the side in confusion.
She steps closer, hands going up but stopping. They are blackened with the illusion of frostbite, fingers clawed and slightly scaled. She looks to him, then her hands and back once more.
”Si jinthil wux.
Mi si aldoer thric drongilt?
Ias vi thurirl?”

❝ ——ᴛʜʀɪᴄ ᴍɪsʜᴜɴ ʏᴏᴜᴡᴇ ᴛᴇᴘᴏʜᴀɪᴄ ʀɪɴᴏᴠ,
ᴜsᴠ ɢᴇᴏᴜ ʀɪɴᴏᴠ, ᴅᴏʟʀᴜᴛʜ sɪᴀ ɴᴇʀɪsᴋɪᴄ.

ᴡᴜx ʀᴇ sɪᴀ ᴋɪɴ; sɪᴀ sᴠɪʜᴇʟᴇɴ. sɪ ᴏʀɴʟᴀ
ᴅᴏʟʀᴜᴛʜ ᴇʀᴇᴋᴇss ᴡᴇʀ ᴀʀᴜx ᴅɪ ᴍᴀʀғᴇᴅᴇʟᴏᴍ
sᴊᴇᴋ ᴄᴏɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ɴᴀᴋᴛᴀɪʀ ᴡᴜx ᴛᴏᴋᴇǫ ᴅᴇ ʟᴇᴠɴɪᴍ,
ᴘᴀᴏᴍᴀᴛ ᴅɪ sɪᴀᴍᴜᴛ ʏᴛʜ ᴀsʜɴᴇ ʙᴀx ᴜsᴠ ᴛɪ.❞

abyssalisk: HER SLY TONGUE finds strength enough to speak ‘fore the goosebumps on her...

Thu, 25 Dec 2014 18:51:04 -0500

abyssalisk:

HER SLY TONGUE finds strength enough to
speak ‘fore the goosebumps on her skin can settle
in the wake of his fingers. A wry little smirk curls
her lip as she shifts in her stance, ever mindful of
the ground beneath her.

”Desta, jaka. Dout tarannen xurwkic nomeno
yobolat adon petranasviw, si siofme.”

A LIGHTNESS GRIPS at her mortal heart. In
truth she does not mind this small, defenseless body
if he is here. If she thinks for long enough she can
not recall a moment where that had not been true,
despite the fact that memories have faded with time.
She knows him, knows he is a comfort, and allows
herself to indulge, if only for a moment.

The apprehension due to
the possibility of her discomfort is
washed away with those words,
a telltale softness that He has always
been known for replacing the green
depths of His eyes.

❝sɪ ᴍɪ ʟᴀʀᴍᴀᴜᴛ.❞

It’s hard believe that once, long ago,
this is how they interacted on a daily
basis. Naturally there was a lack of the
Language of Drakes, but for the most part…

abyssalisk-blog-blog: today is a...

Thu, 25 Dec 2014 13:10:11 -0500

abyssalisk-blog-blog:

today is a g o o d day !

larrvatus: hiighland started following you “ Such a wonderful parlor trick. You...

Thu, 25 Dec 2014 12:42:47 -0500

larrvatus:

hiighland started following you

“ Such a wonderful parlor trick.
You must be quite the social butterfly at all the parties. “

^{❝I WOULD be,}
were it not for the teeth
and horns and the stench
of a recent ＫＩＬＬ.

It is lovely to see the
ᴏʀʟᴇsɪᴀɴs
scatter, however.

Oooh, I haven’t been to
a proper ball in AGES.❞

Wed, 24 Dec 2014 01:59:43 -0500

send a ❤ for a kiss

“You have got to be kidding me. You’re not really going to— Who am I kidding, of course you are. Let me ask you one thing: You do realize this is stupid, right?”

“Stupid awesome, more like it, Varric. C’mon, you have to admit that dragon kissing it pretty damn awesome.”

“I’ll only admit it if you kiss this one twice.”

“Oh, you are so on.”

Bull laughed and shook the dwarf’s hand before trotting over to the area the dragon was in. The snow made it a little hard for him to keep quiet, but he tried his best.

And there the beast was, giant and majestic as fuck. He smiled and ran full speed at the dragon. He grabbed onto one of its horns and swung himself up onto its neck. There we go.

He leaned down and, one, two kisses were placed on the dragon. With another laugh echoing, overshadowed by the enraged roar from the dragon, he hopped down, booking it back over to where Varric hid.

"Say it.”

“Fine. Dragon kissing is pretty damn awesome. Happy? Can we go back to camp now, before the dragon sniffs us out?”

“Sure, Varric. But guess what? Next time, you’re kissing the dragon.”

“I’d rather kiss the ass end of a war nug, Tiny.”

kxngofdale: The King of Dale could be seen as he was,walking through the now lush greens...

Wed, 24 Dec 2014 01:07:56 -0500

kxngofdale:

The King of Dale could be seen as he was,
walking through the now lush greens around
around the city. After the snow lifted, grass
as well as trees seemed to sprout. However..
He appeared to be looking for something, his
expression pinched.

“—-Bain!”

^{Surroundings unfamiliar,}
He circles high above a land
which He does not recognize.
Ages gone by, yet the quaint
nestling of Dale brings with it
nothing but b l a n k s ;

~~ＶＯＲＬＩＡＮＴＨ~~
has no memory of
this place.

Wings pinned tight, the
Ravager corkscrews low,
just above the City of Men,
a bellow breaking free of
one bestial maw.

He would know where he
HUNTS.

abyssalisk: IT IS LESS a tender peck and more a hunger in demand of satisfaction. Her vision...

Wed, 24 Dec 2014 00:30:55 -0500

abyssalisk:

IT IS LESS a tender peck and more a hunger in demand of satisfaction. Her vision clouds before wild eyes pinch shut, the meeting of lips harsh, brief. She isn’t quite sure what urges deemed this so — some fleeting feeling in the heart, but this weakness for it — for him — makes her angry, causes churning heat to pool in her belly, even in this simple form. When she pulls back the slightest bit, her face lingers close to his, and his scent, the way he smells imprints itself into her memory, brings back thoughts long forgotten, and she knows him, knows this, and it kills her. Lips remain parted to give way for heated breath, fingers still curled and tangled in his tunic, and he doesn’t run, doesn’t spurn her, and his fingers are like coals on her pale cheek and she thinks she may burn from within, shrivel up and turn to ash under his fingers, but she doesn’t. They linger, and his kiss is tender, slow, makes the anger slow, thicken like molasses while her heart skips faster and faster until she thinks it may burst from her chest. A second hand cups her jaw and her fingers finally ease. palms flux against him and she feels how his beats hammer hard against this mortal cage. This time, when they part, a wicked smirk, breathless and airy, curls her features.

”Tenamalo.”

The 25th Reaction Icon in your folder is your muse's reaction to waking up Christmas morning and finding the one they love in bed with them; tied up with a red bow.

Tue, 23 Dec 2014 23:26:13 -0500

alfred-f-jones-world-hero:

LEGOLAS WHAT DO YOUR ELF EYES SEE?

Tue, 23 Dec 2014 23:02:29 -0500

the fairest booty of them all

stormbornvalkyrie: Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of the Woodland...

Tue, 23 Dec 2014 22:57:29 -0500

stormbornvalkyrie:

Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of the Woodland Realm.

PSA: Just because I’m not replying to our thread, or your starter doesn’t mean I don’t want to...

Tue, 23 Dec 2014 22:40:00 -0500

PSA:
_{Just because I’m not replying to our thread, or your starter doesn’t mean I don’t want to roleplay with you. I’m just slow. Some days I can write a fucking book, some days I can’t even write my own name. It’s in the drafts I promise I am just slow as hell.}

crutchiee: sirlightbulb: finding out the heights of your internet friends is always the weirdest...

Tue, 23 Dec 2014 20:54:00 -0500

crutchiee:

sirlightbulb:

finding out the heights of your internet friends is always the weirdest thing

reblog this with your height in the tags then we’ll all know

ellxctricity: “O-kay. I’ve finally gone crazy. That’s… ...

Tue, 23 Dec 2014 20:18:04 -0500

ellxctricity:

“O-kay. I’ve finally gone crazy.
That’s…
Wow.”

An extended, stuttering pause.

Time slows.

He waits, assessing her reaction
to determine how He should
proceed—-

Before now, there was never a
human alive who had ever
had the pleasure to bear
witness to ~~ＶＯＲＬＩＡＮＴＨ~~＇Ｓ
transformation from
D R A G O N to M A N.

For a creature with a lexicon
of thousands of years worth
of knowledge, He cannot
fathom a proper reaction.

❝ —–….ᴀᴠᴀ'ʏᴏʀɴ. ❞

raphamattlobo: Black Diamond - Stratovarius

Tue, 23 Dec 2014 19:57:18 -0500

raphamattlobo:

Black Diamond - Stratovarius

♔ .[ ﻿ᴠᴏʀʟɪᴀɴᴛʜ ]. ♔

temptarii: head tilts ever so slightly, as she turns to face the object of her curiosity....

temptarii: a smile curls on wicked lips, and charm dances in her eyes. spine settles and...

ululatuarchive-deactivated20150: i am NOT beautifully ̷̧b̷̷̧̧ŗ̷̷̧o̷̷̧̧ķ̷̷̧ȩ̷n i...

temptarii: THIS IS YOUR SIREN SONG ...

THIS IS YOUR SIREN SONG

FUCK. KILL. REPEAT.

abyssalisk

abyssalisk:

kaltenzhan: He wielded flame- It danced within his grasp with unimaginable control.There are...

abyssalisk: HER SLY TONGUE finds strength enough to speak ‘fore the goosebumps on her...

abyssalisk-blog-blog: today is a...

larrvatus: hiighland started following you “ Such a wonderful parlor trick. You...

kxngofdale: The King of Dale could be seen as he was,walking through the now lush greens...

abyssalisk: IT IS LESS a tender peck and more a hunger in demand of satisfaction. Her vision...

The 25th Reaction Icon in your folder is your muse's reaction to waking up Christmas morning and finding the one they love in bed with them; tied up with a red bow.

LEGOLAS WHAT DO YOUR ELF EYES SEE?

stormbornvalkyrie: Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of the Woodland...

PSA: Just because I’m not replying to our thread, or your starter doesn’t mean I don’t want to...

crutchiee: sirlightbulb: finding out the heights of your internet friends is always the weirdest...

ellxctricity: “O-kay. I’ve finally gone crazy. That’s… ...

raphamattlobo: Black Diamond - Stratovarius

♔ .[ ᴠᴏʀʟɪᴀɴᴛʜ ]. ♔