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[lunar-eclipse-bunnies]

thank @brightfurys for this it was such an Experience in Lego Taco Bag

[askthewildlightfury]

I'm cute, aren't I?

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[tomoneofakind]

How to train your dragon: the hidden World. I loved it, if you hadn’t seen, I’d recommend it. If you had, what did you think? Let me know in the comments. #howtotrainyourdragon3 #httyd #httyd3 #httydthehiddenworld #howtotrainyourdragonthehiddenworld #movies #toothless #nightfury #dreamworks #brightfury #dragons https://www.instagram.com/p/BuzTWrclPo2/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=poyjuojihx4z

[halorocks1214]

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[thedevillionaire]

Surrender

So, I spend a fair bit of time in a supernatural soap opera world I made up. The background is crazy but I’m finally biting the bullet and posting a fic. You don’t have to know much about it for this one, though - he’s a Demon and the most powerful resident the Underworld has ever seen, she’s a Vampire, a little kink adjacent, interested in maybe learning a bit of magick. And they’re a mutually very devoted couple. I make an attempt at what they look like here . Also this one, which I posted here a while ago, sorry about repeats. Any questions, please ask! But anyway...

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She loves watching him.

Sometimes too much, perhaps, since despite this demonstration being very specifically done for her benefit, she’s allowed herself to become lost in mellifluous cadence of rich velvet baritone and the dance of long, elegant fingers weaving accompanying airpatterns as illustration, a smooth and balletic fluidity of motion seeming almost at odds with that commanding, tall and broad-shouldered physique, the imposing force of presence, radiant authority that draws all eyes upon him everywhere he goes, and thusly she’s neglected to actually...well, comprehend anything. Again. And now he pauses, the small cluster of leaves he’s holding without touch hovering midair between them, and looks at her in expectation, encouragement. 

Am I supposed to say something now? Oh god, I’m supposed to say something now. Kia gazes up at Cerberus – and the leaves, the introductory Kinesis exercise he’s showing her the mechanics of – from her tree-stump seat in the woodland copse and wonders how she can reasonably ask him to repeat everything he’s just explained without having to admit that she didn’t pay proper attention because he’s so fucking stunning he’s practically cinematic. 

Although, she finds herself noting with interest, she…may not have to admit anything quite yet. A momentary frown and vague flicker of confusion crosses his face, the piercing intense focus in those famed eyes of emerald becoming hazy, falling away, and he inhales sharply, shakily, glances upwards and pauses in a completely different kind of expectation before inhaling sharply again, more deeply this time.

She loves watching him surrender.

Ah?

Huh. Not now, apparently, as breathy anticipation stalls and fades, eventually dissolving unfulfilled.

He wrinkles his nose, rubs it a few times, shakes his head in curt negation. “Sorry, love. *snf!* Thought I was going to sneeze.” 

Indeed. As if she needs to be told, and she smiles just a little, inclines her head in acknowledgement. Her gaze remains fixed on him as he takes another short pause, brief frown, twitch of the nostrils, then with a quiet Hm, another sniffle and a very slight shrug, he returns his attention to the original matter at hand. The leaves have remained in Kinetic hold throughout, and she’s not as surprised as she otherwise might be; she’s more than well aware that he’s exceptionally skilled. The best ever. This is nothing for him, no more than an effortless parlour trick. “Darkling?” he prompts, and she knows he’s referring to the question he’d asked her earlier that she hadn’t been paying the proper kind of attention to. Unfortunately, she has even less of an idea now than she did before, which she hadn’t really thought was possible but oh well here we are, and he definitely expects an answer – or at least he does for a moment, until she’s saved again by a returning and clearly more acute distraction. “Oh, one moment, I…” His brow creases and he turns aside from her in magnificent profile, a gods-forged angular precision entirely at the mercy of whatever stealth tormentor is apparently bothering him right now. “Hh-hh…” She loves watching him surrender because he does it so rarely but he does it so well, so absolutely, this man who submits to nothing, to nobody. Except, of course, to her…and except, perhaps, to this – this simple, common, insistent and equalising need, and she warms at the thought as her beloved, the all-powerful Demon king,  loses control. He inhales deeply, urgently, and altogether gives in to a bracing double, almost doubling over with the force of it, heavy and demanding. “Hhh-AHTSSCHHUU! ahh-HEHTSSCH-uu!” She catches the fleeting, almost startled look in his eyes as he glances across to her in apology, as if he’s surprised to find himself capable of such ferocious capitulation, as if he hadn’t been gearing up for precisely that outcome all those expectant moments before. A wet sniffle as he presses a firm hand beneath his nose to no avail, his breath staccato, and hitches into another mighty sneeze. “Huh…ah-HH… AAHTSSCHHUU! Gods. *SNF!* Pardon me.” “Bless you,” she purrs.  Pushing a curtain of long, disarrayed ebony hair back from his face, he thanks her quickly, sniffles again, frowns and rubs his nose with purposeful determination. Annoyance now mixes with perplexity, and he pinches the bridge of his nose against the still-insistent irritation, blinking rapidly, and gives a brief, crisp shake of his head, as if by sheer willpower he can refute this, end this here and now. As if his focus wasn’t already unstoppably disintegrating anew. She loves watching him try to regain his composure. Oh, he’s not going to succeed – the helpless shift in his expression tells her clearly that this is a battle already lost…and once committed, he’s never been the type to do things by halves.  “Damn it, excuse m…” He manages to Create a handkerchief in a lucid micromoment, burying his face in it as he succumbs again. “Hhh… hh-TSSCHH-uu! Hh-TSSCHH-uu! Gods, I…I don’t know wh-hH… hh-HHAHTSSCCHU!” He groans heavily, almost a growl, sighs with frustration palpable, and offers her another apology, however unnecessary that may be.  Always the gentleman. A soft, private smile crosses her face as a craving heat suffuses her. “Bless you!” Her interest does not mean disregard for her love’s comfort, though. “Are you okay?” He gives her a quick nod, blows his nose and sniffles in tremulous, uncertain recovery awhile, steadying himself as best he can, before looking over at her through increasingly reddened and watery eyes. “Um, if you…” His breath, still erratic, catches in encore, and he crushes the back of his hand against his nose in steely denial, sniffles hard. “If you… *SNF!* If you don’t mind, though, perhaps a… ah… Hh-hh… Ohgodswhatthe…”  His hard-fought-for composure crumbles in seconds. “Ahh-TSCHH-uu! *SNFF!*” Another series of sniffles follow; he exhales heavily, wipes his eyes, and turns from her to once more blow his nose. “Goddamn it,” he mutters. “Pardon me…again.” He pushes his hair back from his face and clears his throat, and the insistent itch actually seems to back off a little, giving him a moment of respite, though he’s not at all confident about how much longer his fortune will hold. He suspects – much to his wary displeasure – that the likely answer is not very, and he presses his fingers against still-rebellious sinuses, attempts to reclaim a little dignity. “Perhaps a change of venue?”  “Ah.” She takes a cursory glance around the copse and its variety of trees, shrubbery and wildflowers, nods sagely. “Maybe somewhere a little more…private?” she says, suggestive sensual, then adds with a quiet chuckle, “I was going to have to ask you to start over anyway.” He raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Did I…” He sniffles softly; she notes his momentary frown and accompanying flare of his nostrils, and the vexed waver in his expression as he rubs his nose again. “Did I not…” A sharp intake of breath, and she pauses, attention fixed – oh, again? – on what is plainly inevitable, no matter how much he may wish it otherwise. And this time he is clearly out of patience, rolling his eyes in exasperation and inhaling deeply moments before any remaining focus he has dissolves, and he comprehensively gives himself over, sneezing again, emphatic, unstoppable. “Ah-HEHTSSHHUU! Fuck! *snf!*” Resentfulness now shines brightfurious in irritated, teary viridian as he meets her gaze from beneath strands of newly dishevelled midnight; by the look in his eye he’s one step from incinerating this entire damn woodland just to teach it a damn lesson, and she thinks that although he…probably won’t, that perhaps she should redirect his attention just in case. Besides, she muses, as his breath quavers and he sniffles again, it happens that she very much wants to…needs to get out of here too.  She loves watching him, but sometimes…ohgod, sometimes watching is simply not enough. “Bless you, sweetheart,” she murmurs as she moves to him, internally burning, and wraps her arms around his waist. “Feel free to get us out of here whenever you like.” Standing on tiptoe, she now reaches up to weave one hand through his hair, pulling him nearer, silencing his apology with a finger to his lips, and soothes him with boudoir whisper, “Shh, it’s alright. Sometimes we’re all…just a bit at the mercy…” She kisses him hungrily, urgently, and abandons speech for heat-suffused Mindsend –  :of forces beyond our control.: 

[letters-by-moonlight]

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[thesuncouncil]

Covenant Backlash

[Luminash]: "I suppose we are, at that." He winces at the sudden cry of pain from behind, "I am eager to see if they had any goals in mind other purely than fear, regardless. Though that alone may be enough." Sifting through the tight darkened leathers, Nichaad finds a few vials of presumably poison, a coin purse... and a distinct Silver Covenant insignia. [Nichaad]: He would place the items down for Bey'rons perusal, informing him of each item, though unsure of the insignia personally. [Beyron]: "... You may be on to something, Magister." Bey'ron nods slowly, as he relieves Nichaad of the insignia. "Vengeance is as powerful a goal as any." [Pyrebelle]: Pyrebelle's breathing eases as the Light heals the wound. She should probably still see a doctor, but she'll live. [Pyrebelle]: "You have my gratitude...ah, I grow weary of these incursions." She looks at Bey'ron, trying to listen in on what's going on. [Arodrin]: Arodrin smiles behind his helm and then stand as he puts his gauntlet back on, "I'm glad you are alright." [Luminash]: Luminash curls his lips back in disgust, "Losing the prize of their hostage should hardly be enough to warrant murdering civilians at a memorial. Let alone one for Dath'Remar, as much their founder as ours." He spits out a final word, "Pathetic." [Beyron]: "I don't believe that's entirely why they did this." Bey'ron scowls, glancing from the insignia to the bound prisoner. "Brightfury went missing after all that nastiness in Dalaran. They must think -we- have him."

[[ The aftermath of a sudden attack on the Sun Council during a Harvest Festival Ceremony to honor Dath’Remar Sunstrider. Full log can be found here. ]]

[altherei]

Nehtham Brightfury ( because we NPCs need love)

Altherei’s lips curled into a displeased frown. “To say that I am suspicious of him would be one of the world’s greatest understatements..” She began, sighing as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

“He is.. a snake. Not only in his general shady dealings, but his is a personality of pure venom. I see no redeeming qualities in that man. He is a liar, a thief, a murderer, and the sooner he’s locked up, the better.”

@murigxn

[kittrina]

Illidari portrait Tailan Brightfury plus a detail shot

[fledermaus-art]

A yet-to-be-named “brightfury” I based off of Weenie from Oswald.... Im lov her

Text translation:

SHE HER

BRIGHT FURY

[visneya]

{Remains of the Day}

Snowflakes gently drifted down into Visneya’s lab, calming and beautiful they seemed to waltz down around the frosty woman. The fruit of her labours sitting on various slabs. Koltara, coiled protectively around her neck. Tempest, now grown into a young dragon sparkling quietly in the corner while Sera and Ember cuddled with each other, the low murmur of love and joy from both of them.

Winterveil had passed, Visneya as per her custom had locked herself away from the pomp and parties, she dearly missed her friends and her beloved, Sathane and the warmth he brought to her dreary halls.

Her elegant fingers drifted over her work as she mixed and prepared bottled terror and such bittersweet agony. Such violent memories swirled and writhed within her breast, her undead heart shuddering a painful beat against her ribs.

The inhabitants of the citadel shifted uncomfortably as Visneya became undone in her burning tears, silent and thick down her pale face.

More snowflakes fell, as a substitute for kindness from her lord and master on high. The Banshees wailed softly, forming the backdrop for a melancholic waltz. Silent tears marked the true depth of Visneya’s sorrows, her armour long since shed for a dress long forgotten to time. A dress from her last winter’s veil before her first death.

Black had always been her colour, the silver embroidery stark to black velvet garnished with red streaks. Her long sleeves trailed behind her hands like a river and danced like a kite in the wind.

The music from the Banshees had grown louder and Ember had slid away from his wife and turned to pull Visneya close as they began to waltz away her sorrows. Black lips parted softly as a melodious voice surprising rang out.

“Someone holds me safe and warm, Horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully across my memory...” Her voice wavered in a pitch for a moment, holding onto the painfully dulled memories of a forgotten life, a life stolen.

“ Far away, long ago, Glowing dim as an ember, Things my heart Used to know, Things it yearns to remember...” “And a song someone sings once upon a December.” Visneya’s voice turned a tone of such bittersweet reprisal as she finished. Snow fell quickly as she continued to waltz with Ember. Her thoughts drifted to Lor’thun, and those she’d raised. Was she becoming like her own sire?

She continued to waltz with Ember, Sera cooing with Koltara and Tempest.

The Citadel would open tomorrow, a final night to mourn the loss of life.

(Mentions: @houseruneara @sathane-brightfury @shadowtoarcane @thecleverbard)

[ask-kurt-wagnerandrpwithhim]

//update on the dragon evolutionary tree! I have the classification figured out, right down to the subspecies for dragons like Nightfuries and Brightfuries that have different colors and slightly different body shapes but are otherwise very similar. From my understanding subspecies are just uber specific species, correct me if I'm wrong tho. I will be making a post more in detail after I've made a more detailed outline of the evolutionary tree, but right now it's very simple and easy to understand. I suspect it will become far more dificult as time goes on and I focus on it more. Seeing as dragon is a broad trope, I kept the actual dragon clasification very close to the top and have a "steryotypical" dragon clasification nearer to the middle, although I might change the name of it from "draco" to something else, since the others don't sound too dragony in the classical sense. The long classification names will be hopefully easy to follow, but in a tree format it would be more difficult

[letters-by-moonlight]

Our pinned post is finally redone! Please check it out! <3

Also, we're probably gonna change our blog name and stuff again.. (brightfurious-thesixth at time of posting >:D)