#lairs

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Ancient Stepwell [57×95] by Czepeku

[lizardywizard]

A lot of people talk about Hoards, when they talk about draconic traits or impulses. Lairs are less talked about, but to me they're just as important if not moreso.

A Lair can actually be a superset of the Hoard. The idea of a dragon just sitting on a loose pile of treasure feels like the equivalent of the one-stick pigeon nest: sure, bruh, I guess you can sleep like that, but wouldn't all that fine armour look better on the walls? Wouldn't the gold coins be nicer in a case, with identifying labels? Even a bowerbird arranges their leaves and feathers artfully. Either way, the decoration of the Lair (or lack thereof) can become part of the Hoard, since the latter is usually stored in the former!

For best comfort, a Lair should reflect the owner's personality. It can be anything, from a cave to a camper van to, for a massive dragon, curled around a place you protect. It can be a forest where every step you take is golden, plants blooming in the wake of your touch. It can be your bedroom, but it should be inviolable.

The Lair, regardless of decoration, is a territory first and foremost. The Lair is the boundary of where I expect absolute domain: even if it's a tent on the street, I'm not gonna be happy if someone crosses into my space without warning. (Nor is anyone, in a tent. Oppose cop raids.) I have a fondness for fancy doorknockers, but the means doesn't matter: just Announce Thyself, and wait on the threshold to be invited in.

(These are only my experiences. No generality should be assumed of others. Except for the cop raids, they suck universally.)

[chloe-skywalker]

BestFriends Brother - Mike Montgomery

Mike x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 482

Summary: Being a Lair and dating Mike even though Aria is your bestfriend.

* Just because of what I ended up naming this imagines I'll Link this song its not based on this song but the title is the same. "Bestfriends Brother - Victorious"

Masterlist

Pretty Little Liars Masterlist

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“Stop tickling me please!” Y/n laughed as Mike wouldn’t stop tickling her sides.

“Nah, I don’t think so.” Mike smirked continuing on with his mission to take her mind off of everything.

“Please.” She pleaded giving him the best puppy eyes she could considering her predicament.

“What do I get for it?” Mike raised his brows pulling a fake thinking face.

“What do you want?” Y/n asked looking up at him out of breath.

“A kiss.” he smirked at her and Y/n laughed cause of how goofy his smile looked.

“You can have that anyway.” Y/n stated smiling at him. He should know all he has to do is ask. Even not ask, it’s not like she ever minded kissing him.

“Then something else.” Mike waved off his last request going to think again about what he wanted for stoping tickling her.

“Ok.” Y/n giggles, waiting for him to make up his mind. “What?”

“A date.” he states with a confident look upon his face.

“Ok-”

“In town.” Mike added before she could get out the full word.

“Mike-” Y/n looked down feeling bad all of a sudden.

“No, no don’t do that. Please.” Mike cut her off shaking his head pleading with her to not say ‘no’.

“Someone could see us.” She reminded him as the two both moved into sitting positions. It’s not that she didn’t want to go on a real date with him, one where they didn’t have to go towns over or hide. It’s just their situation wasn’t the easiest.

“That's the point.” Mike nodded, trying not to get his hopes up.

“What if Aria sees us?” Y/n asked nervously wringing her hands together.

“We can’t hide from her forever Y/n.” Mike reminded her, not that she wanted to be reminded. Aria and Y/n had been friends their whole lives Y/n was just worried about how Aria would react. She’s dating her brother after all. Then there’s also the A- situation at hand and Y/n never wants Mike to be targeted.

“I know and I don’t want to.” Y/n stressed to him grabbing on to his hand and giving it a squeeze. Y/n doesn’t want to have to hide their relationship but she also doesn’t want mike to be targeted or for it to ruin her relationship with Aria.

“If your worried about A- then we’ll deal with it. I won’t let anyone ruin this for us.” Mike looked her in the eyes making sure Y/n knew each word that left his mouth he was serious about.

“Ok.” Y/n nodded agreeing to the date in town and to his statement about the A- thing.

“OK?” Mike asked again just to double check.

Y/n could hear the excitement in his voice and see it in his eyes. “Yeah, okay.” She answered smiling.

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Reef Dragon by Critical Crafting

[dndtreasury]

(Lesser/Greater) Key of Crook's Sanctum by Timmi's Treasure Vault

[wingedbeings]

tag directory;

forsaken; where you were the lamb

bad dog; you know how you should act

buried; how much longer can you bury yourself

foreigner; where do you come from, strange one?

reflections; mirror shards of the self that isnt a self

homes; something you know like your pocket; parts of you have been here, lived here, died here, parts of you run to hide here, some seeking asylum from you

fracturing; oh dear, it seems you've turned to shards

you lie in a thousand graves; the deaths of your selfs with no one to mourn them, you die again, and again

packing down the dirt; old graves and the old house you burn down every day, and every night to come

hiding places; you will see something lingering, blurred, there, when you look beneath the veil

sightings; something you know from within

cycles; you are known to walk in circles

dead eyes; your cruelty, your apathy

tales; its a sad story, this past

sanctum; get on your knees

lairs; where the beasts roam

light; haunted holy, and aware

spitting fire; your rage as a beacon

omens; do you understand? do you see?

prey-natured; they pulled your canines early on

lost; do you remember yourself? do you remember where to go? do you remember who to be? is it lost?

radio signals; transmissions from someplace hidden well below view, can you hear what they are saying? (more importantly; will you choose to?)

forest fire; burn and burn and burn, smoke and ashes forming something new, remember the brightness of a flame in darkness, fire both destroys, and creates

breathe in and out; close your eyes, feel your chest, breathe, breathe, breathe, and try not to become a museum of your self

cries; but it does hurt, doesn't it, hidden one?

voices; they seem to speak of deep parts of you

verses; quiet narrations of your world, listen close

always walking away; you're always somewhere off in the distance, always running, always turning away

stained red; there will always be blood, embrace this

the edge of a blade; sharp like the self, cold, bright

inheritance; the wound passed down, honour it

marionette; you've never been your own

[funtimekitten]

Exposing Tony Crynight

O imma expose the famously known for the au of fnaf, yes you heard me right, so I was on fandom one night and found his page he was posting stuff on his au, I told him how my fans kept thinking his posts were about fnaf and if he could clarify he was talking about his au instead he started ruble up saying fnaf was gross and he hated fnaf fans, basically he wants people to think his au is cannon to fnaf, WHICH IT ISN'T Scott Cawthon woul hate this guy (Scott made fnaf, Tony's acting like he made fnaf and is happy people think he did)

[thylacid]

crawls out of looking at my old discord messages covered in blood

[eggs-in-a-basket]

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The Alchemist's Study by Mati

[dubov0]

Mystical haven nestled amidst the churning waves of the unfathomable sea. Here, towering cliffs, shrouded in mist, guard the secrets of a realm where dragons roam. Verdant valleys, veiled in an iridescent hue, conceal the lairs of these majestic creatures, their imposing yet elegant forms silhouetted against the moonlit sky. The island's ancient forests whisper with the emerald flutter of dragon wings, and its caverns resonate with the low, melodic rumble of their speech. A place of awe and mystery, where the elements themselves seem to bend to the will of these wondrous beasts, the Isle of Draconia invites the curious and daring to encounter the guardians of this ethereal realm.

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Tome Golem

[sodaspons]

found em all

[solidsnakecake]

Peter Capaldi in The Lair of White Worms looks like he's about to say "Otacon stands for Otaku Convention."

[shadesofmauve]

So D&D black dragons are supposed to live in swamps, right? Pretty amphibious, live in swamps, lair in...

caves. With a main entrance and a back entrance.

In swamps.

I really have trouble with the idea that there's these dragon-sized caves in an area with such a high water table, y'know? We have to go through miles of swamp to reach this lair, it's not one little boggy place in a mountain valley otherwise filled with nice caves. And the cave has to have two entrances, too? I can believe in dragons, but not this geology.

So... maybe it's not geology. Because a lair in a marshy place with exacting design specifications sounds a lot like a totally natural thing --

A beaver lodge.

So now I have this new image of black dragons industriously gnawing down giant trees to construct their mighty swamp lairs, and I am so much happier.

[sarasacuni]

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