#oldog

[444names]

Names derived from Tolkienesque forenames, theological angels, and superlatives, excluding the letter "E"

Abalth Ablaracalla Addacild Addalith Adradrata Adûna Agasin Agudir Aihir Ailúk Aindil Ainvannat Airdaiang Aladacir Alattant Algranákhôr Alimor Alindand Amild Amitë Amling Amragudil Amran Amranor Amron Amrothair Ancil Ancir Andil Andir Andis Andor Anduin Andust Anfainúmil Anfalm Angoldach Angor Animuzgal Animë Annar Antan Antar Anthorophon Aradardan Araglirman Arail Aramag Arand Aranduil Aranur Araphang Arashan Arasin Arassad Aravanwë Arazaphoron Arazôn Arcir Ardannas Ardar Ardil Ardilthôr Ardir Argos Arinwë Arinúmil Armaurvia Arthéod Artullik Atamalabar Athil Atillion Auglúk Azimair Azrandaind Azraphil Azrazôr...

Bador Baharfinar Balfan Bardaiahang Barombur Baron Bightarast Bithothim Blarikar Blarunna Blatar Blorn Blund Bofthôn Boldor Bombar Bomir Bormtor Boros Braca Brach Bragorl Brahráin Brast Brazil Brazran Brimbusil Brion Briën Bryar Bulkanwë Bëorl Bëorn Bëoron Bórwar Caldorlion Caldur Carah Caran Carma Catron Chaphil Charin Cilaugdur Cilimrardar Clorn Clowmaca Clurtz Coori Cothaphirë Cranamil Craphon Crinil Criën Curiën Curtil Dalin Dallos Dardancaróf Dorbarad Dorina Dorod Doron Drant Driah Duicir Dular Durionna Durust Dusilmon Déallinúvir Déomir Déoth Fainnardaia Faldant Fanarcir Fangolwë Fastirion Fatalma Filúk Findir Finzil Firyah Flain Fland Flant Folorn Forion Foron Frind Frindumo Fréago Fréagold Fréagon Fréagor Frórindómir Fëangon Fílimloth Fírdarost Gabadamar Gabar Gadrin Galadan Galast Galingrik Gallouglik Gamilkardin Gamrouglin Gamsirë Gasin Gildil Gildon Gilgancalca Gimbal Gimrah Glast Glindrat Glinin Gloolgalain Golionwë Gorfil Gortur Graph Grapharcir Grararth Grathor Griondran Grohilúk Grontata Grómil Hadaming Halcwin Haldil Haldë Halin Hamroddor Hamrondir Hamûl Hangoldum Hangor Hanwë Harata Hardair Hardal Hargormanth Haronwë Hassuirë Hingloon Horomë Hossir Huaqqibûn Hubbithon Humbrion Hunnarimë Huoldor Hushorië Hyath Hyavi Hámaminduin Ibaulë Ibûnah Idurl Ildarantho Imbrinar Imiryaviad Imoilir Indanch Indli Indorn Isildir Iskil Iskin Itchinc Jophor Juild Kirim Kusilgash Kílik Lalanthôr Lararë Latandor Limin Lithia Londandum Lossunír Lothon Loughâl Loungon Luilin Lumaiar Lurth Léotha Makil Malaca Malitho Mamanth Mandusil Manthoron Marat Mirmaras Mithramrons Muanassion Muladorthir Mulair Mulfin Mulfwin Mírdil Nahtar Nakar Naraiadil Naraphar Nauglas Ningrossion Nittârin Noisrah Nurvir Nólin Nómil Olcaldwyn Oldog Ollia Orlim Palas Palfwinros Paláf Phast Plador Polór Powyn Primanil Prondil Purlada Purviarun Rangoldir Ranor Ranthéod Razazach Razôr Rildon Rintor Riont Rondor Rophamin Ríand Sacali Sadomë Salar Salbah Salchub Saldal Saldorod Salik Salinar Salmil Salthôr Samlimog Sanim Sanáinbri Saughtil Sauglador Sauglitë Saugloth Sauglúk Saulast Saust Scalfin Sharfil Sharros Shmorlaihin Shnáin Shnáincil Shnákhîm Shnákhôn Shnárin Shoril Shossandir Siaron Simlin Singwin Skinindil Slimundor Slion Slorroador Smacir Smalast Smalmo Smancaláf Smandurucir Sméawin Sofur Soomë Soorfin Soorost Soron Souglon Súriandurië Tabaglor Taldil Tamracir Tamûl Tanbrapho Tanch Tanur Tarda Tardagon Tardir Tharavor Thardag Thargor Thing Thingran Thongwin Tiust Tuolwë Tuolór Turimron Turin Turind Tzagdur Tzazim Túrimir Túrisir Ufingun Ugassil Ulkhar Ulmaalthrór Ulwin Unkasil Uolóin Urondorod Urubifunkas Urunkan Uzgan Valadacir Valaurth Valdadûnan Valgas Valliahamli Vanin Vanwë Vathéod Vidufin Viduin Vincalik Vorman Vánamir Vánar Vánast Vánatalast Waindë Winca Winimë Worod Yáviah Zachalg Zadan Zadrór Zagoldog Zimbucargil Zophoroddoc Zophos Éodróg Éodwyn Éothar Éothiahadoc Éothor

[neighborhood-villain12]

On October 22nd, Countess Alblood(vampire themed Kara Alson Skin) arose from her coffin to feast upon the blood of the villains of Aren. You should suggest a idea for a skin, because I might draw it if I like the idea enough. Kind of funny that I gave Kara a vampire skin considering her mother, Jesse Oldog, is canonically a werewolf.

[faelles]

send an emoji for a starter;    @oldog​

jazz is playing from the café a few stories bellow,   and the orange sun blends the colors in the small room so well one could barely notice blood tainting Illya’s fingertips.     he grunts and shifts,   trying to get as much of light as possible through the small crack between the heavy dusty curtains.     the light bulb above their head is busted;     in less than an hour,   they’ll bet at mercy of darkness and the three half used candles on the crooked dresser nearby.     a scarlet-coated bullet drops into a metal bowl of a questionable kind.     while he works quick to sew the wound up with simple thread and a blunt needle,   he takes time to think. 

are they far enough from the threat?     can this man — the one whose blood is trickling down his left wrist — be trusted?     he considers his own task abandoned —— whether it’s the same on both sides,   he doesn’t know.     it appears this will be yet another sleepless night,   no matter how much he needs it.     with the back of his hand,   he wipes away the lukewarm crimson off of his own temple;     split skin,   blooming in blue.     it stings,   but isn’t bad enough for immediate care.     “  that should do for now.  ”     without much thought,   he pours cheap vodka over merc’s stitches and backs away to clean his hands.     “  you’ll live.  ”

[sleazygoing]

❛ there’s six quarts of blood in the human body. this ain’t gonna be pretty. ❜

(     *     DEXTER PROMPTS   !    

          “Yeah, no, yeah, no, I uh, that’s not gonna happen,” says Kennedy, with a decisive shake of his head. At a big, swanky house in nowhere, desert county, a lot of things have gone wrong tonight. Pacing, he takes the back off the uh, decedent’s phone, breaks it in half with only mild difficulty, and throws it and the battery into the dimly lit swimming pool with a series of low splashes. Already, he’s putting back on his pink suede jacket, fringes flailing as he shrugs it on.

           The Merc? He’s prepared for this shit. He stinks of military and is wider than a Cadillac and armed to the teeth. Vernon has a yoga-instructor’s ponytail and is wearing white pants, and the handgun stuffed down the back of them is only for show. He’s never even killed a deer with his car before.

          “See, I’d uh, I’d really love to stick around, man, but I gotta skedaddle. Gonna have to love you and leave you. I have a baccarat tournament in Reno tomorrow and only,” despite the whole thing being fabricated, he looks to his glinting gold Rolex, “seventeen and a half hours to learn how to play. Sayonara, amigo! Hasta luego. Mwah. I’ll call you. Let’s never talk about this ever again though, amirite? Promise I’ll take it to my grave. I’m a solid guy like that. Later alligator.”

           In a beeline for the gate, digging his hands in his pockets for his keys, finding nothing, he backtracks. Literally takes a step or two backwards.

           “Don’t s’pose you uh, know where my rental keys are at? C’mon, tiger. I really can’t be involved in this shit. Karmically speaking, I already owe back taxes.”

[nitebit-archive]

@oldog   ♡’d    .

“Ha! Fuck you.” the words are spat out at him. Venom sitting on the tip of her tongue. Even with a broken arm, she’ll snap that back into place later, Bunny still manages to be a complete bitch. Priorities. What can she say? Killing flips a switch in her, a high she’ll ride until the early morning, and no one is safe from that. “Guy’s dead. Money’s mine.” 

[monmoon-art]

El perrhijo tiene frijolito #perrito #oldog #cold #chihuahua #sleepy https://www.instagram.com/p/CSdRVjHF0h-/?utm_medium=tumblr

[gabrisart]

[lcngdays-archive]

"It's a dog's life, I'll tell you that much."

meme tag

@oldog

“Hnghngh I’m an old man and I’ve had a tough life and now I’m gonna whine because someone younger than me had a complaint that doesn’t effect me directly and I think it’s dumb because I never learned empathy so I’m just gonna spout off something I think is helpful but I really know is just annoying.”

This is said entirely monotone, staring blankly ahead, very much giving the impression that this is a conversation they’ve had more than once. 

[vxctorx-archived]

“ people are rather interested in making your acquaintance. ”

@oldog​

prompts for those with a reputation

  ❝——When you own two-thirds of the tea market in Europe, everyone wants to take part in your success.❞ His leaden eyes are chasing after the droplets of rain which paint ever-transient strokes across the tinted canvas of the window his graceful figure is perched against. The silvern smoke of the half-burnt cigarette cushioned between his fingers slips through the minute gap where the glass is rolled down, leaving behind a sweet perfume of spices and chocolate. 

  ❝——You handled yourself quite well tonight.❞ The hand which stifles the glow of the tobacco’s remains against the ashtray reaches into the breast pocket of his bespoke jacket, only to reveal the engraved surface of his favoured cigarette case, the opened lid held between them in an unspoken offering; the warm glow of the passing street lights gets caught upon its gilded rims. ❝——Of course I won’t be requiring you to accompany me to every dull event; I imagine you would be more at ease in the background.❞ There is a fleeting hint of amusement tinging the edges of his observant gaze as it brushes across the other’s looming frame. Although one would have expected the man’s foreboding appearance to become the source of every other guest’s astonished curiosity, Victor’s predominant presence had prevailed in reclaiming the attention of the room. ❝——Consider this particular evening a necessary precaution on my part.❞

[sempereidem]

ROOOOAR like an old lion 😂 #sonyxperia5 #sonixperia5 #sonyphotography #sonyxperia5photography #photography #sony #summer #barcelona #spain #España #americanstanford #pitbull #pitbullsofinstagram #roar #dog #dogfriendship #photo #oldog #oldfriend #enjoylife (at Barcelona, Spain) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFeMULQKQaV/?igshid=pc4djwvqmazy

[afraidofchange]

A long day goes by in the confines of a shitty diner, in a shitty neighbourhood, but the paycheque - and tips - are what helps put food on the table. She’s no people pleaser, by any means, but it’s a job. Finally out the door, she’s just barely shoving her arms through the sleeves of her leather jacket over that gaudy pink and white uniform when she sees him - the Mercenary - amid the shadows.

As someone relatively reliable, a dependable customer is worth their weight in product. She stops herself from pulling out her own lighter, deciding she’ll commit to her old habit, later. Business takes precedence. Her flat shoes meet the pavement with a bit of a quickened stride before they stand before one another. She’s tall on her own accord, but he’s much taller. She cants her head to the side to peer up, all bushy brown waves and faded, cheap red lipstick.

“You got me in time,” She quips with a slight grin. Seeing the Merc means money, and her night has just gotten far better because of it. Given the hour after dark, she glances around them. Cars pass going a little too fast for city streets, a few patrons also take their leave from the diner, hanging around after close to continue their conversations. “You walk with me, yes?” The ask comes, though instead of heading home, it means a bit of a hike to the storage locker acting as the home to the very thing he’s here for. 

@afraidofchange!

The embers dancing at the tip of his cigarette briefly and dimly illuminate his face as he stands very still in the shadow of a tall building, waiting to be noticed. It has only been a month or so since they last saw one another; admittedly, Nikita is among the very few who gets to meet the Mercenary this frequently. But, just like their previous meeting, this is no social visit. Though he likes her - in a removed, distant sort of way, as much as he’s capable of experiencing fondness - the purpose of this meeting; any of their meetings, these days; is meant purely for business.

Even tucked away against the darkness cast by the brick wall behind him, he remains much too easy to spot for his own comfort and, when Nikita finally emerges from the diner next door, her eyes landing upon him a brief beat later; the Mercenary acknowledges her with a dip of his head and reaches to pluck the cigarette from his lips, proceeding to crush it between his fingers and letting the remaining tobacco crumble down onto the pavement before stuffing the extinguished butt in his pant pocket, to be disposed of later in a secured manner.

“Got a minute?” He inquires as he pushes himself off the wall and steps into a pool of light cast by a nearby streetlamp; though only out of a professional sense of courtesy. His visits are never announced; suppose she will have to make time for him whether she likes it or not.

[healthwithouthype]

Snuggles before work with this little one. Then back to my booth! With my girl gone on a week's missions trip and hubby at work, I'm back home just in time to take care of my little ones. #actorslife #voiceactor #voiceover #vo #doxiesofinstagram #oldog #furbaby #monday

[sleazygoing]

☄ !

Send ☄ for one random headcanon I have for my muse!

           VFK has an incredible gift for totally bamboozling cops. Not only does he know his goddamn rights, but as soon as the Five-O roll up, he’s suddenly briefly a master of misdirection.

           He’s only been busted with major consequences once (8 years in lockup), and he’s sure as shit not letting that happen again. Worst case scenario, he’ll run, but he’s usually able to talk his way out of it. Usually.

          To fuck with a pig, you have to think like a pig. He’s been doing it ever since he was a little guy caught drinking outside the convenience store, hamming it up with the swaying and slurring. That way he’d just get handcuffed to a lamp post for half an hour to sober up instead of ending up in the back of a cop car where he might barf in the footwell.

[vxctorx-archived]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚

𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 - fast beating hearts, red wine left out overnight, victorian shirts, a crisp autumn breeze, holding hands with someone you shouldn’t, a painter staring at a blank canvas, brown coats, meticulously done hair, being misunderstood, sitting alone in a hard wood chair late at night, dead roses, gold rings

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 - billowing curtains, thunderstorms that you feel in your chest, waking up from a nightmare, hands cold to the bone, earl grey tea, old anatomy books, losing a loved one too soon, purple bruises, a red velvet dress, a calcified heart, half written love letters, fountain pens, moss covered gravestones

𝐟𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲 - leather bound books, dust covered homes, pawn shops, chest pains, the sharp cold of winter, rotting apples, dark circles under the eyes from not sleeping for days, thrifted classics, an empty hallway, a spoonful of sugar, rushed handwriting, stale vodka, an old hat, pebbles from a driveway

𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 - dried blood on a white shirt, staring at the mirror until your features start to disappear, an old record playing on repeat, gothic churches, pining over poets, a scraped knee, pomegranate seeds, tobacco incense, a forgotten supper, hands stripped from over-washing, a tattered portrait of an unknown man

tagged by: @acercontego​ 

tagging: @oldog, @kxllerblond, @ledeuill (Sherlock), @patiencetaught​, and anyone else who’d like to do the thing.

[sempereidem]

My old friend relaxing in this hot summer #sonyxperia5 #sonixperia5 #sonyphotography #sonyxperia5photography #sonyxperia5photography #dog #oldfriend #pitbull #americanstanford #barcelona #spain #photography #sony #summer #chilling #relax #relaxing #blackandwhite #bwphotography #bw #dogfriendship #oldog #olddogsofinstagram #olddog #time #life (at Barcelona, Spain) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEFm88UKvsZ/?igshid=i952j9llkkb1

[assortedmutts]

oldog > assortedmutts

everything’s the same, except now you can also write with job edwards