#drakonig

[the-arkham-librarian]

"money is not 'beside the point,' money is the point!"

Eliza rolls her eyes so hard they might roll back into her head. She knows what it’s like to have money, not an excess but enough. It was never the money that made her and her family happy.

“And just what do you plan to do with it?”

#can i help you?: inbox #drakonig

[thekavseklabs]

🤔 — what genre(s)/theme(s) do you struggle to write the most? 😁 — what’s your favorite part about being part of the rpc?

- I struggle with highly specific personal negative stuff, such as... Betrayal between partners. Sometimes veeeery specific types of ic upset can translate to ooc upset and I don't want that so the second i think something could result in that i let my writing partner know that im not comfy because i never want to get all unfairly mopey over a plot. Just not good.

- I love the friends i make <3

#drakonig #ty!

[griim]

@drakonig​ asked  11.

Is there anything they’re ashamed to admit they don’t understand? What?

Yes, there are a few things Gemma is ashamed to admit she does not understand.

Love- As cliché as this sounds, Gemma has had a warped experience with love. From the time she was born up through the present day, Gemma never got to feel 'true love' except for Jordan. And after his death, it solidified that love is a brief reprieve from the pain in the world. Then, when that reprieve is over, you are quickly reminded of how painful the world truly is. Now, Gemma tends to look from the outside in on love, wishing she could understand how it made people do these crazy things. But, at the very same time, she fears that she would end up in the same situation she is in now.

Holidays/Birthdays- Because, Gemma did not have a typical childhood and life, Gemma has no idea how holidays truly work. And, in Gemma's mind, these are just manufactured things so that way people can make up for ignoring the people in their lives by buying them things. But, if someone could prove her wrong, she might begin to enjoy these.

#005. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ║Answered Ask║ #013. ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ║Headcanons║ #drakonig

[trustrage]

"you're really good at fucking things up."

oops! all angst! PROMPTS.

"Pardon me?" The vulgar accusation reached his ears, stopping him in his tracks. He gave a laugh, and a rather empty one at that, his blue eyes devoid of any real humour.

"Such bold words. Are you certain it is I, who has mishandled things, or is it you? The one with the grand ego."

#drakonig

[airxn]

The serptine dragon gently nudges Smaug with the tip of his rounded snout. Within the depths of his companions hoard, Logar's length shifts. Jewel and coin alike cascade off his surfacing form. Though the colossal beast pays no mind, and finds himself snaking over Smaug's hips in a lazy coil.

" We should hunt. " His low voice whispers. " Perhaps we'll find more gold for your hoard..? "

@drakonig has crossed paths.

#Logar :: Muse #drakonig #( mINTT !! #gives u one slithery boi hehe )

[oakthcrn]

"Stop trying to be brave for one minute."

Blood blood blood blood

accepting @drakonig

❝ No.❞ Lark snapped despite the situation she found herself in. She came face to face with the large, ancient dragon, and worse was that she was wounded. Her face contorted into a scowl as a dull ache thrummed through the gash on her leg.

She doubted she would ever reach the undying lands. She cast her angry gaze to the brilliant Smaug and scoffed.

❝ I don't take advice from overgrown lizards.❞ She snapped. Foolish perhaps but she was too annoyed to care.

❝ If you leave me be long enough, I might make a small snack for you yet. ❞

#drakonig #. the elven envoy ( tolkien ) #. letters wrapped in silver strings ( askbox )

[bleedinghearth]

❛ The two of us are complete opposites. This isn’t going to work. ❜

"Oh, come now. Where's all that confidence gone, big man? Is it that it's not going to work, or that you're unwilling to compromise, hm? And besides, we're not complete opposites. I enjoy a spot of hedonism and luxuriating in my spare time, and collecting interesting books and shinies. My hoard isn't anywhere as impressive as yours, though...."

#IC #drakonig #ask;

[scavenger-mat]

RODENTS WERE NOT A PART OF HIS DIET, as not even a dozen would equal the smallest morsel for the dragon. Not the kindest creature to grace the land, Smaug was still forgiving with such pointless creatures - from his point of view. Good hearing was blessed on him, easy to detect what wandered under his claws and wings as he attempted to rest. It takes a quick movement from his tail against the ground to bring what could feel like an earthquake to a mouse, and as things settled he's stadily watching the small creature. "You are incredibly loud for such a feeble creature." Lying about it, as he must dramatize for his own sake.

❝ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞!!— ❞  Dragons... were real? Then again there were a ton of strange creatures around here. Mat’s pretty sure he stopped asking questions after the pink marshmallow creampuff approached him with cheese.

❝ 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? ... 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬? ❞ ⸻so...  a dragon, but those were fictional things, —none of this was making sense to Mat.

Seeing was believing though, and quickly putting himself in Smaug’s shoes, Mat imagined Smaug got this reaction all the time. 

❝ 𝐒-𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲! 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞! 𝐆𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩! ❞ —conversely, Mat needed to wake up. This was the last time he’s eating Toby's moldy sweets from the local garbage dump before bed, that’s for sure.

#drakonig #🧀 — 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 ╱ 𝙍𝙋 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 . ╰──╮ #Thanks for the Starter. Sorry this is late. If you're still interested in this Thread. Let me know.

[xaallo]

Have you ever sent anon love/compliments to your mutuals?

Nope! All my love (and grievances) are off anon!

#ask #drakonig

[morttodea]

“Don’t bite me, that’s rude.”

The small fae looks at his hand where they bit him... Almost as if they’re thinking about the action they’ve done. How could they, why did they?? That was rude wasn’t it?? They look back up at the human form of Smaug, as if they’re gonna say some sort of apology but... No-

They extend out a beak from their mouth grossly to try to chomp again!

#active roachie #drakonig #BOR NO-

[the-arkham-librarian]

@drakonig | ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . (I think it would be cute :') if they just did everyday things)

It had been an unexpected visit. But he brought such a nice bottle of wine, it would be a shame to not have an equally good meal to go with it.

Having him in the kitchen with her is odd, having anyone in the kitchen with her is odd. But not....unpleasant.

"Would you mind handing me the olive oil?"

#i love games!: memes #drakonig

[thekavseklabs]

“ you reek of death my friend. ” (for 3!)

The kei gave a low buzz and pop of static through their gas mask, a quiet sound to fill the silence for a moment as they consider their response. Then their smile grows beneath, and they bob in place on their tentacles, their wiry voice filtering through.

"Fresh death, I hope. Blood is lovely, but rot is not my favored scent. But is there anything this death bringer may do for you... Friend?" They echoed the word back at him, curiosity solidly spurred.

#HI THANK YOU #drakonig

[cafeonthecorner]

"aftermath" 👀!

The rumbling had finally stopped.

Alarms were going of in the distance and overhead- creating an aggressive cacophony that screamed into the furthest reaches of anyone's ears. Penny waited brief spell of time before cautiously peeking her head out from under the built in shelving unit she'd scrambled under when the earth had started doing it's own rendition of the Macarena.

"...hello?" Speaking was IMMEDIATELY a regret as dust and other fine debris flooded her mouth and had her hacking and coughing as she stumbled into the main room. The place was trashed, furniture thrown from its place, decorations shattered and littering the floor- the only thing missing was thankfully no bodies thrown on the floor. Meaning, hopefully, he was okay and somewhere else.

And then she saw the shoe.

Heart stopping- it took a second of rebooting before her small form was skidding across her knees next to the pile of rubble the shoe was half buried under.

To her instant relief and even greater confusion, the shoe came free easily, leaving no foot behind and sitting in her hands as if it hadn't just nearly sent her into cardiac arrest.

Shuffling sounded behind her and she turned to see a VERY disgruntled and dusty man come tripping over the rubble from the ceiling half blocking the doorway across from her. Relief was like ice water down her shoulders as she ran straight to him and wrapped her arms as far as they could possibly go.

"Are you okay?" The hug was enjoyed briefly before she was already throwing the shoe behind her and inspecting him all over, hands on his face moving his head - checking his clothing for any dark splotches.

She was satisfied he was alive and was now going to mother hen the rest of his life away.

#Of Dragons and Men // {drakonig } \ #Order Up! // { asks. } \ #no this isn't an aot ref. #yes i thought the same thing typing the first sentence #Thoughts for Later // {Queue } \

[eternalflxmes]

❝ By what right do you deny me? ❞

"By me simply being cautious of my visitors. Do you think I'd let a dragon enter my city without some sort of confrontation? You're a powerful being, dark one. What brings you to Gongmen City?"

#drakonig #HELLO!!! :3c #[ / answered. ] #[ / ic. ] #shen: hmm well first off: big ass dragon in my city. you don't see that every day.... #i hope this is okay!

[magioffire]

@drakonig

     “What do you reckon is down there, my lord?” Came the quivering, nervous voice of one of Valeriu’s foremen, as the two of them gazed down into a pit they had the misfortune to digging straight into. The smell of sulvur and old ash rose up and singed Valeriu’s nostrils, and he considered for a moment ordering his men to block off this passageway and continue on with the expedition, digging in the opposite direction of this baleful chamber. 

     “Whatever it is, it sure left a horrible stink,” The mage remarked. He knew this acrid smell well, the fae was well acquainted with the smell of flame, in all its many forms, singed into the very earth -- a warning. As his eyes adjusted to the perfect darkness before them, a glint of something shiny caught his eye, and Valeriu realized that gold objects, or what remained of them, were melted and fused into the stone of the cave. How all that treasure became one with the walls was a mystery, but they looked to be put there with purpose. So, they finally found what they were looking for -- a dragon, or at least the ruminants of where a dragon once roosted. 

     Dragons left the interior of Beatha long ago, and spread out to the farthest reaches of the world, far away from fae and mortal kind alike. Legends told of beasts who resided deep within the earth, deep under the majestic Amorium, lost to time, and their lot in this existence was to guard the precious knowledge and treasure within the Forgotten Archives. To keep the unworthy away. Decades of expeditions and ecavations into the earth turned up many secrets, awakened many beings from the darkness, best left undisturbed, but never a dragon. 

     Of course, all of this was only legends. Stories  Dokkalfar children told eachother to urge one another on further into the dark of the Undercity. And now, Valeriu was standing in front of what could very well be one of the many entrances that led to this legendary Forgotten Archives. Valeriu knelt down, listening close, trying to make out the sound of...well, anything. Nothing. Just the sound of water droplets echoing as they fell from the stalactites above...He wanted to believe that this place was old and abandoned, how could a dragon survive down here, anyway?

     Perhaps they could take a quick look? Just to see if the legends held any value. It was reckless, he knew, anything could be lurking down there, and if a dragon truly made its roost down there...well, that was a piece of information the Circle of Amorium would like to know. But he needed proof first. It took some time, but his men eventually cleared out a space to allow an easy descent into the passage way below. 

    Valeriu rallied a few of his trusted Gentry, reassuring them they were only going to take a quick look, and not linger long, but that didn’t seem to reassure them much. Nonetheless, his cohorts would follow him to the ends of Beatha, and they always prepared for the worst. Backing up the Archmage’s reckless ways, that was simply apart of the job description. And they received lots of honor and wealth for their service. 

     Valeriu held his breath as he unfurled his wings and began the methodical descent down into the darkness,his wings beating in circular motions, allowing him to carefully hover downward. Eventually, the passage way became too craggy and cramped to fly with ease, and so instead, Valeriu put his skill at climbing and skittering along walls to use. Finally, he and his men came to the end of the passage way, opening up in a large maw that fell into a massive chamber. 

   Dank and dark, just like every other chamber they’d henceforth uncovered. His feet touched the ground, and Valeriu felt himself sinking slightly into a slightly soft ground. Was he standing on...pieces of gold treasure? He realized that just like the passage before them, every inch of every surface in this cave was littered with gold, melted into the stone. The treasure was beginning to pile up, every step he took made him sink a little bit, making it near impossible to walk without making noise. They used the darkness to their advantage. Centuries of living underground allowed their large eyes to adjust even to the deepest darkness.

    One of his Gentry knelt down, drawn by the glint of the gold. The sound of clinking coins caught Valeriu’s attention, seeing one of his men collecting the treasure, and putting it in his pocket. Vali hissed. Fool.  One of the newer editions to his contingent, and one to challenge even his own foolhardiness. “Don’t do that, we don’t know if anything is still down here!”  Valeriu spat through his teeth, in a hushed tone.

    The other fae stood up straight, dropping the last of the coins within his gloved hands to the ground. Clink, clink, clink. The sound echoed all around the cave. Valeriu cringed. A breeze blew past Valeriu - hot, hot air, and far from fresh. His heart leapt into his chest. Something moved in the darkness, and the Gentrymen moved to unsheathe their weapons, sensing the danger. A massive, serpentine head emerged from the darkness, opened its massive maw, and snapped it shut around the upper half of one Dokkalfar’s body. Ruddy purple blood spewed across the pristine gold littering the floor. 

     The rest happened so fast -- half of his Gentry scattering to the walls and ceiling, fleeing to the passageway they came from. The rest doing their very best to defend their Archmage. It was all in vain, they were all destroyed by the might of the creature. Valeriu fully expected to be next, for his journey to come to a very unceremonious end. Hey, there were more shameful deaths out there than being smashed by a dragon, right? 

    A voice reverberated around in his head, a familiar one, feminine and cacophonous, he recognized it was the serpent that wrapped around his soul. “Careful where you dig, Valeriu, you never know what you might wake up.” Aeshma said within Valeriu’s head, amused. While Valeriu’s legs were shaking, and his wings felt weak and useless, he stood as firm and straight as he could. If she didn’t seem concerned -- maybe he still had a chance to get out of this alive, where his cohorts hadn’t been so lucky. 

    Valeriu backed up, his legs finally giving out, and fell straight into a pile of gold. He was now face to face with the beast, eyes like hellfire burning through his soul, and he hoped, prayed, that the hellfire within him, buried deep, would burn through the beast back. Suddenly, past all the fear, the sorrow for his impending doom, Valeriu felt a budding, building rage.

     “Well, come on then! If you’re going to kill me, do it! Burn me to a crisp!” Valeriu challenged, climbing to his feet, standing right in the face of death. Where was all his bravery coming from? Valeriu could only assume it was Aeshma urging him on, pulling the strings of his rage, and yet he couldn’t seem to resist. Was she trying to get him killed? Oh, by Mithra, whatever her plan was, it better work out.  “Why spare me when you killed the rest? Do it already!" Valeriu roared, his teeth bared, eyes sparking. The air around him shuddered like a heat wave. "Burn me!" 

#ic. #drakonig #long post #OKK IM SO SORRY THIS IS....SO LONG #it actually took me forever to write this because i wasnt satisfied with it :))) #but let me know if anything needs to be changed!! or if you want to plot it out some more!! #i figured smaug would make a good analog for one of the many powerful beings that guard forbidden places across beatha #though he could also just be a dragon that took up residence in a former lair of one of these creatures #main verse.

[bleedinghearth]

THE YAWN IS LOUD AS TO SILENCE THE OTHER AS HE SPEAKS, further showing the lack of interest on Teddy's speech. He's aware of what he is, how he's deemed the villain. Smaug will have his reasons and only someone far too stupid would try to argue with the beast's stubborn nature. “I don’t understand why I can’t just eat your chess pieces.” (listen. it would be funny. yes they're playing chess.)

Oh my fucking god. Stars and garters. This big fat fuck is being a cheating piece of shit, but something in him can't help but goad him to laugh as Smaug shows a special kind of pettiness.

"One, they're not food, and two, if you eat the pieces you capture, there won't be any pieces left to play another game with! If you didn't want to play, you shouldn't have agreed, you big lummox."

#IC #drakonig #omega timeline; #ask;