#🐉 interaction.

[archivestarlyht]

@dragonsfell /  here.

the older dragon's expression softened to one of compassion.  it was certainly an odd situation that she'd found herself in,  one that confounded him.  if not for the scales across her visage or the familiarity of the magic radiating from her,  he would have thought it a lie,  a trap.  dragons were well coveted for their power,  a matter that had kept him awake since he'd been young.  

mal leaned against the cool surface of his countertop and rested his chin on the back of a hand,  all the while studying her intently through hazel eyes.  “i can try,  but i do want to stress that your circumstances are rather new to me,”  he admitted.  when he'd first learned to change his shape,  transformations had posed problems,  as on few occasions it had taken him effort to enact a change properly.  at first he'd thought those with scales on their faces had simply been other dragons who required a firmer grasp on their powers.  

“i might need some time to think,  but   ---  i'm sure there's a solution to everything.”   he did believe that,  truly,  he did.  “first,   why don't you walk me through the first thing you remember?  can you cast anything else?”   not that all other dragons were spellcasters of his depth,  but the others he'd known at least had the ability to cultivate something.

[valtsv]

types of story the silt verses characters are in:

carpenter - grimy cult classic slasher film where she's both the killer and the final girl

faulkner - shakespearean tragedy

paige - the odyssey if it happened to a future time magazine person of the year candidate on the fast track to ceo in marketing

hayward - surreal detective thriller with supernatural elements

shrue - mid-2000s british comedy show satirising the current sociopolitical climate written during the worst period of the screenwriter's life

VAL - cynically self-aware one person stage show a la fleabag meets david cronenberg

[jeweledviolets]

could you do gaybian gifs/graphics please?

here you go anon! please interact or credit if using the "gaybian and proud", "wobbly" and "gay both ways" blinkies or the userbox <3

[peachieloves]

i would love to know about your dungeon meshi f/o’s! what was it like getting to know all of them? did you meet them in the dungeon or on the surface? if you met in the dungeon did you join their party? what was your favorite dish theyve ever made for you? i hate to make you choose but would you say you have a best friend in the group? also what class and race is your s/i??

- @freakkisser

Hi!!!

everything under the cut, tried to keep things vaugeish but maybe dunmeshi spoilers?

answering the last question first because the context is needed... my s/i is a half-foot beastman! a rabbit, to be exact.

it took me a while to really warm up to anyone who wasn't laios or falin for a bit! due to my s/i's past (which is a whole post in itself) there's a lot of trust issues and new people are scary.

i met falin and marcille in the dungeon -- basically i split from my original party, and when i ran into falin she just has such a kind caring vibe so i was like. "pls i have GOT to get out of here" and she agreed immediately ofc. marcille was a little iffy about it but is incapable of saying no to falin!! so! i suppose i did become a temporary party member, though not really much of a fighter. i was originally taken down to be bait so i was kind of a liability but --

honestly i am SUCH a picky eater. both irl and my s/i... this is made even worse by my race limiting my diet even more. but gosh uhh i like sweet stuff, and plant-based meals. laios celebrates our anniversaries with carrot cake and i think that's my favorite just for the sentiment 🥰

i love everyone for different reasons, of course, but i am probably closest to falin! she's just so sweet and patient and a great listener. laios and i don't have a lot of issues with our relationship but when we do i know i can always go to her, and as a bonus since she knows her brother so well she usually gives really good advice regarding him!!

conversely, i probably get along the least well with chilchuck. he thinks i lack self-respect because i let people treat me like a kid. i mean really im just a little bit 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 but he doesn't need to know that. he does like me at the end of the day... he is in fact not immune to the cute act

[lightthematches]

Closed starter for: @hexxgirlthorn Location: Poor Unfortunate Soul

With a few drinks in his system Maddox felt the courage he needed to approach the woman from across the bar. He was sat near the corner, spinning his straw in the glass that only had ice left in it. He knew who she was, listening to her music way too much during his teen years. Finally, he stood up to walk across the bar. He approached the bar, leaned against it while he waited for the bartender then looked over at the woman. He grinned brightly at her, remembering fondly all the posters he had of The Hex Girls in his bedroom back home. "A place like this doesn't seem like it's right for you," he began with. "I mean, it's just a hole in the wall. A woman like you deserves all the glamour. Don't you think?

[draconicfool]

Aha: I am very entertained

Eros: good, that's my job as a funny little jester

Aha: you are the funniest little jester and I will put you in my pocket

Eros: woahoaaaa let's go this is comfy uvu

[neithergodsnormen]

@lvscinvs gets the chaos starter discussed in the group chat

I want you to put out your own eye. The words rung in Luke's ears. He was still hung up on that? A fight that was started by Aemond's words, a fight where hands had went around his throat. He had not intended to take Aemond's eye when he had struck back, but there was no changing the past. The older prince did not look like he would relent, that the only way that Luke would be returning safely was if he took the bait. And take the bait he would. He doubted that Aemond had expected Luke to draw the dagger from his belt.

Lord Baratheon's shouting meant that the lord expected him to use the blade on the other dragon rider. Prince Lucerys Velaryon steeled his resolve, his off hand clenching in anticipation. A true Targaryen is not afraid of a little pain, he told himself. His jaw clenched as the hand holding the dagger raised, and he felt the cold sharpness. There was surprisingly little pain as the dagger made the cut, nothing more than a long prick of a feeling. Blood came to the surface and the dull throb started to intensify, and he took long, hard breaths.

There was no turning back now, the vision already black in his left eye, and he could only see half of the great hall. There were shouts, and he could hear at least one of the Four Storms scream. This did not deter him. He felt light headed as he felt the resistance stop, warm blood running down his cheek. He placed the still bloody dagger between his teeth and reached up. It was a strange feeling, holding one's own severed eye in their hand. Spite was an odd feeling, and something that made one do things that could be seen an insane.

"Here, Uncle." He growled around his dagger. Adrenaline was the only reason that he was able to throw his eye at Aemond. "The eye you wanted."

[archivestarlyht]

@gildedthrns /  sc.

sometimes he was embarrassed to think about it, to be a creature of such power and majesty selling potions beneath a human guise. “fifty gold pieces is cheap, actually.” alas, none would buy from him if he charged more, never mind that he was a far better craftsman than the rest. “you don't just mix herbs and make something.” despite himself, her presence peaked his curiosity, eyes drawn to the glisten of scales across her visage. he'd never seen it, where he was from, only in those learning how to shape change. “it has to be treated for at least two days. other potions can take weeks to craft.”

[valtsv]

i fully believe that when fitzjames interrupted him in the middle of his epic tuunbaq soulbond story and embarrassed him in front of his captaincrush that was the moment when hickey mentally drafted him onto the list of people to survival cannibalize first once shit gets truly #real. like girl we don't even know each other but i am Going to skin you and wear you as a coat actually.

[lanshappycorner]

Sometimes I look outside my scope of mutuals and I'm like.....I'm glad I'm not them (whole essay in the tags)

[monochromettv]

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Hi, I'm Yaxambr'kre Eg'na Iabriorv'kro(eldritch name), but yall can just call me Yax since its easier to pronounce. I'm a D&D sourced introject

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mno sysboxes here yet

[midnight-ranger-general-jiyan]

Well you gotta start somewhere, modern day dogs weren’t always tame after all

(Gah not the roster! I won’t be around here much, Jiyan seems to have his hands full..)

- ❔

"Dogs are different from mind controlled beings inflicted by an external disturbance." Jiyan mumbled.

[kicharges]

Rules have been updated:

[lightthematches]

Closed starter for: @wildcstwinter (Bloom) Location: The woods

Fear wasn't something Maddox handled easily. Anger was an entirely different story as he had practiced for years and years to be able to control it to some degree. Mixing the two together was a potion for disaster. He had been doing fine all day. Not really, but on the outside. Internally he couldn't control the feelings brewing inside him. People were missing. Maddox knew what it was like having the people close to him disappear. He'd searched for the ghouls until he ended up trapped with them. He was scared and he wouldn't admit it. What if one of them went missing? What if he couldn't protect them? He already felt like a let down just thinking about it. At least he wasn't alone. Alone, what a funny word to him. As many people as he had around him one would think he wouldn't feel so lonely. He'd done his best to try and keep his cool all day, but by early afternoon he already had steam coming from his nostrils. His breaking point came in the form of getting into his car and realizing the dinner he'd ordered to go was completely wrong. The last thing he remembered was screaming and smashing his fists on his steering wheel before he ended up in the woods.

Maddox had thought walking through the trees and letting out his frustrations would make him feel better but the further he rage blindly walked the worse he felt. At one point he came to a small clearing and just stopped. He felt so stupid but he'd had so much on his mind, and with everything going on he had even less hope of ever getting home. Did it matter at this point? Did anything matter? Maddox didn't know but instead he just stared at the small stream that ran through the clearing. His eyes focused on it and he finally just screamed out "fuck!" as loud as he could. As the word erupted from his throat flames ignited on the palms of his hands. Flames he seemed to have no control over conjuring. He was shaking, pissed off from every small thing that went wrong throughout the day and angry at the world. He tried to focus on the fire but his anger levels were off the charts. Small flames started engulf fallen branches and the leaves that came with them. Maddox knew if he didn't focus he wouldn't be able to kill the fire. He tried to breathe but he never kept his eyes off the flames that started to grow. His heart was pounding a million miles a minute. Shaking hands raised and tried to focus on gaining control over the flames again. He could feel the temperature in the air around him rising, not from the fire but from his inability to control his abilities.

His thoughts were still racing no matter how hard he focused. Eyes that glowed orange were glued to the flames, finally managing to just be able to get the flames to move in the direction of the stream when he heard something. His focus was gone and his head turned to see a silhouette. He looked between the flames then back to the person he'd briefly seen before catching a glimpse of her face. His anger felt like it started all over again and the fire started to grow again, wind blowing it in the opposite direction he'd tried to force it to go. Despite it he was frozen in place, staring at someone who was was just temporary bliss for him. What the hell was he supposed to say as flames still rested on his hands and were growing taller behind him. He just stared at her, trying to think of something to say when he impulsively just yelled out, "why the fuck did you have to come here and make my day even worse?!"

[wangsheng-consultancy]

Wangshang Funeral Palour consultant, Zhongli

While not in my job description, I am capable of answering questions on numerous topics.

Rules & General info

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[neithergodsnormen]

@korzion redoing that thread we had once upon a time

Qarl had warned him not to. Had told him that contacting her could ruin everything that Daemon and Rhaenyra had done to ensure that he could have his freedom. He chose to ignore Qarl’s warnings, to ignore his pleads to let well enough alone. His mother deserved better than to think that she’d had to bury both of her children within days of one another. He couldn’t imagine having to bury Jace and Luke or gods forbid Joffery, even if they were not his by blood they were his sons, he would not do that to his mother. Not while he still had breath in his lungs.

Muña,

I still live. Look for me in Tyrosh. I am sorry for what I have done to hurt you.

Aōha tresy,

L.

Once the raven was sent, he waited, hoping that she would come. She had no reason to believe the letter, and more than that she had no reason to even look at the letter. The days were long, longer than he’d expected them to be and he found himself wishing they had found some way to bring Seasmoke with them. It was one thing to go riding on horses or sailing at sea, another entirely to fly. Oh how he’d taken flying for granted. He oft found himself looking out over the sea, letting the wind whip at his face, the closest he would likely get to flying again, and scanning the skys for any sign of the Red Queen in the clouds. Some small part of him hoped that he would see his beloved dragon flying alongside Meleys when his mother came, if she came at all.