#c:Dahlia

[thatwhatthing-fr]

Happy not-halloween-anymore, it's time for me to dig up my dragon silent hill ocs and draw them again!

I've wanted to give Dahlia an actual fullbody design for a while so here's that after literal years - color + bonus doodles + a version with just the lines/shading cause I like how it looks

I do also want to give Pyramid (not pictured) a fullbody design (there's old sketches buried in my stuff somewhere) so stay tuned for that

[surya-mirga]

@dahliambervale​

“Dahlia, I’m in a crisis,” she began as soon as the call was answered, but her giggle was already becoming obvious. “I found an old Capitol beauty magazine for a chocolate face mask. And I can’t decide if I should eat it or put it on my face.”

[poppy-battenberg]

@dahliambervale​

Poppy smelled like too many other people’s perfumes and hairsprays, and not for the reason she wished. Working at a salon was murder on her nose some days. And it took all she had not to commit a murder of her own, but the conversations she overheard were interesting enough to keep her there. “Dahlia!” she called as soon as she had the door shut behind her. “Dahlia! Dahlia! Dahlia! Let’s get drunk tonight!”

[chip-foster]

It was past Evie’s bedtime before he got off, so he didn’t rush. He’d said goodnight to her over video chat, and she’d chattered away for several minutes about the events of her day, so he had no doubt she was knocked out. With the time on his hands, he decided to go to the training center pool and take advantage to swim some laps. He needed something that forced him to only think about his breathing and nothing else.

On his way out, he caught sight of Dahlia and made a bit of a detour on his way to the exit. “H-Hey, what’s up?”

@dahliambervale​

[ross-powell]

@dahlia--phillips​​

Ross wasn’t exactly able to get away on Christmas so he took the day after as his chance to see Dahlia. He waited for her parents to be gone before he moved up to the door and knocked on it. Waiting for her to answer. Of course he had something for her Christmas but he didn’t just want to show up randomly on Christmas Day plus his wife wouldn’t let him get away. But he had text her as much as he could throughout the day. It wasn’t easy. Today, he had told his wife that he would be gone at work most of the day because he had to get some papers graded. That was the excuse that he told her. Raising his hand again, he knocked on it hoping she was home.

[reallifehqgossip]

what do you get when you put two gay guys a bi guy and a girl in an orgy? only the guys finishing

“I bet you’re proud of that one, aren’t ya?”

[anatomicallyburke-blog]

@dwoodisgood

      He arrived early to Herbology; a trait unlike him, but Adrian Burke had been rather different lately. 

      It was in the back of the greenhouse that he found himself, sitting straight-backed and rigid on a tall workbench, his mind in fifteen places at once. Adrian had always wondered what people meant by racing thoughts. Strangely enough, for a boy who often had many things on his mind and opinions stronger than the toughest Beater, he had long since been able to suppress and repress. 

       Now, there was a different story to be told.

       He’s not doing well, Adrian.        We’ll talk if we’re nervous.        I’ve found you someone that may be suitable for marriage.        You’re cute.        Do better.   

       He cringed visibly and allowed his body to slump forward, resting his head against the edge of the tall table. Adrian had not even noticed that he was no longer alone.

[giannirusso-blog1]

text ✆ dahlia

Gianni: hey, how was day 2 of Paris for you? check out any more cool museums?

[coliincorrect]

Dahlia: So do you have a preference for men or women?

Jake: *gazing deeply into the distance* I have a preference for justice

[thatwhatthing-fr]

"It was an accident." That was true. It made a good story, good enough to keep the authorities off your trail. It worked just long enough to thrust the consequences upon an innocent soul. But lies are no comfort to a guilty conscience, and tears do nothing to cleanse the blood from your hands. You can't imprison the truth forever. It's only a matter of time before guilt devours us all.

[surya-mirga]

Surya tried swirling around her drink a little more, but the syrup was just overpowering. And that was coming from her, who had the biggest sweet tooth of anyone she knew. “Who’s teaching these bartenders?” she asked the two other victors nearby.

@dahliambervale​ @shark-bcit​

[poppy-battenberg]

Poppy had her neck craned over her phone for what felt like hours. The Games were passing her by without comment or attention now; Niko and Gemma were dead, and her knuckles and arms were already blossoming with bruises of the fallout. That wasn’t her concern at the moment. Looking up, she caught sight of a familiar face. “Dahliaaaaaaaaaa,” she whined immediately. “Why is it so hard to find a place to live?”

@dahliambervale​

[reallifehqgossip]

ollie, tee, khai, and dahlia had an orgy in the bathroom, no sure how they all fit in one stall though

“Finally, some names, some real gossip. But, now I almost regret asking… Does anyone know what the opening times for the STI clinic in Dayton is? ‘Cause I know four Daytonites that need to go get screened.”.

[micahofengland-blog]

after a long and much needed afternoon at the studio, dylan decided she needed her best friend, someone she leaned on when she felt as if her head would explode. her headspace had been foggy and filled with inconsistent thoughts that she needed to get out of. after a quick phone call to dahlia to come over, the blonde tossed her phone on her couch and got up, walking over to the kitchen of her apartment as she begun to pour out some wine into a tall glass

@suredahlia

[boden-severin-blog]

Closed Starter: @dahlia-rose-dininno

For one week and across two continents, he’d been tracking the niece of the infamous Adao. The job had come out of the blue considering he’d not had any prior dealings with man. While chasing ‘rebellious mafiosos princesses’ across the world wasn’t usually his gig the job paid too well to turn down. Boden’s instructions were simple enough. Locate and bring the young woman home to her uncle. Figuring that bringing a sheltered spoiled young woman back wouldn’t be such a difficult task.

The man hadn’t been totally wrong after watching some her associates' social media sights he was able to find her dummy account. Which is exactly how he ended up outside The Pink Panther Lounge in wait. Watching as she exited the car he made himself look busy on his cell as she headed into the establishment. Not wasting any time he jimmied the lock and popped the hood. Removing the negative terminal line from her battery. After another thirty minutes, he wandered into the lounge on his way to make a good first impression. Luckily, the place was pretty scarce so when he saw her staring into space he approached with a smile, “You looked bored.” 

[thatwhatthing-fr]

What better way is there to destress than by doodling literal embodiments of stress on sticky notes

Also happy halloween I guess