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MOVED !! i am now over at @draguness , mwah.
MOVED !! i am now over at @draguness , mwah.
MOVED !! i am now over at @draguness , mwah.
yeah ... yeah , i’m remaking yang when i get home. my tags are Way too cluttered for my comfort , too many asks that i feel guilty ditching , it’s moving time !!!!
yeah ... yeah , i’m remaking yang when i get home. my tags are Way too cluttered for my comfort , too many asks that i feel guilty ditching , it’s moving time !!!!
if nine and nev don’t give me Good Friendships between fox / merc with yang i may snap.
i feel like everyone has a source / reason for their alias and mine Certainly does but i’ll never say it
becomestorm:
‘ i’m not … dramatic, am i ? ’
❝ remember that time at ikea ? when y ‘ kept makin ‘ weird faces at the lamps ? dramatic. ❞
@becomestorm said : they’re content here to simply lie here kissing yang for hours, but someone else has other ideas. apples slithers from the top of the couch to slither in between them, prompting ren to let go with an exasperated groan, tipping head back onto the armrest.
missions away have always been difficult to cope with , especially for two people whose whole lives have been affected by abandonment in some way. texts back &. forth are nice , along with the occasional call should their given locations allow it , but what happens when the missions get dicey ? what happens if their moments of minimalist bliss come to an abrupt end due to a grimm or bandit attack ? both dragons are strong enough to withstand these challenges , to keep themselves safe until the storm ultimately blows over for sunny skies once more , though that doesn ‘ t stop worry from growing in the cracks akin to thick , thorny vines threatening to suffocate the air from their lungs. troubling is the thought that one or the other may not make it home alive , something both yang &. ren have sworn against tooth &. nail , but all this hardship is worth it the moment - in this case - yang steps through front door &. is immediately graced with the yin she ‘ s grown so close to. ren ‘ s scent , how they hold her &. refuse to let go , soft skin &. pulling unto couch for well deserved contact . . . all of it of utmost bliss. yang could lose herself in them for hours despite combat gear still being slung along toned build. a small price to pay for the one you love , no ?
❝ ren ! ❞ seraphic coos spill from stardust swept lips , twinkling lavender hue carefully recounting reach midnight lash &. the shade of haunting magenta pools ; ren ‘ s just as handsome as when she left for that month long mission , if not more so , which yang never thought could happen ! she ‘ s falling in love with them all over again ; just don ‘ t ask how many times this makes now , because to be truthful , she has lost count. definitely more than two hands can count. &. worry not , for she doesn ‘ t plan on stopping any time soon. beyond pleased are the draconic purrs in the back of throat , matching hums as twin dragons exchange their kisses , some met with silvery giggles on yang ‘ s end. ❝ everyone behave while i was gone ? ❞ she asks , as if jokingly questioning ren ‘ s abilities to care for their miniature zoo. maybe lemon would give them a run for their money , but the other two she ‘ s not too worried about. . . . that is until familiar weight wriggles between them , prompting yang to jump slightly where she rests &. no sooner is she bursting into mellifluous laughter when she discovers someone else wants her attention. when ren tosses their head back , yang grins &. lovingly gathers apple up into her hold , fingers rubbing along verdant scales , waiting for a flick of snake - y tongue before . . . ❝ look at ‘ im ; he ‘ s being all dramatic , babe ! just like you , eh ? ❞
i should be writing but ... im oc making and watching historical fashion things , so maybe !! i’ll write later instead. :’)
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@volarent said : ( from blake. ) belladonna's lithe form made little to no noise as she pulled herself atop yang's bunk. she wordlessly places herself in between the wall and yang, quiet little sniffs the only source of her distress post nightmare as she lifts dragoness' arm and curled back against her, draping it back over her own shoulder.
sleep is no longer something handed out to them these days ; it has become a luxury that yang &. the rest of her team take whenever they can get it , no matter where they may be. perhaps it is selfish to turn ones back on things for a few solemn hours rest , especially when nothing is stopping in their favour &. could explode in their faces at any given moment , but how is anyone supposed to fight when they can barely keep their lids open ? it ‘ s just not possible , therefore the solace of a warm bed is greatly appreciated once introduced to the academy ‘ s dorms. it ‘ s . . . nothing compared to her bed at home , truthfully ; a little colder &. louder , though dragoness is quick to adjust regardless. she ‘ ll take it wherever she can get it these days , even when it ‘ s spotty &. horrifically plagued by nightmares &. night terrors that leave her jolting awake off &. on. just like now. as lavender hue snap open , there ‘ s a gasp of a breath , sharp &. near painful as though someone had just twisted a knife right into gut. bloodied muscle hammers away in ribcage , threatening to burst at any given moment. it ‘ s that same dream again , the one she always has &. has only amplified after , well , his death : siren ‘ s blaring , drowning out everything around her , pitch black save for ominous neon red standing in the very center of invisible chaos. blake is nowhere to be found this time &. the moment yang readies to defend herself , crimson whirls in her face &. the scene ends. a terrifying scenario &. though , even though gold dragon knows adam is never coming back , she felt his pulse wither on fingertips , remember ? but i ‘ d do it all over again if i had to. anything for you , my moon.
inhale , exhale. heavy as though to calm frazzled nerves. when her senses come to , yang is met with familiar warmth , though of the trembling kind similar to her own. faunus night vision paints blake ‘ s forme perfectly , can recognize felid ‘ s own internal turmoil like the plates of prosthetic. it really hurts to see blake so shaken like this , makes yang wonder if they share the same nightmare , but it ‘ s over now. &. they have each other to fall back on when nights become sleepless. albeit silent , not yet deciding to grace belladonna ‘ s audits with gentle whispers , the way build conforms to blake ‘ s shall speak volumes for her. dragoness tightens embrace , becoming a figurative big spoon in this close spaced cuddle. ❝ you , too , huh ? ❞ ultimately whispers , just enough for partner to hear as she slots golden countenance to blake ‘ s shoulder. she ‘ s so strong. stronger than anyone yang has ever met before , in this life or last. she admires nyx chosen for that more than words could ever express , wishes to hold her up to the stars &. boast of her glory for every god or comet to listen to like her very life depends on it. hands reach for blake ‘ s own &. she laces their fingers tightly together , thumb rubbing soothing circles o ‘ er a knuckle. ❝ i ‘ m here , i ‘ m here . . . ❞
funny how nine mentions me having a knife to their throat right now.
yang xiao long. highly selective. private. canon div / headcanon based. ( non - rp blogs DO NOT interact with this post. )
becomestorm:
ren was a ballad of unsung secrets. a decade had past with naught but one sliver of truth passing their lips, not even for most trusted confidant. valkyrie knew this version of them better than anyone, but that was the problem ; she knew the shell of a person. that which had grown it’s own consciousness, experienced different things, but hadn’t been who lotus was before their entire world was torn asunder. the child before the fall of kuroyuri was a mere phantasm, one who’d ceased to be except in the recesses of a long since stormy mind. who ren recalled had not been innocent and pure, but whose last aching memories prior to months and months of endless void had been the last time ren had ever felt like them. a whole being. unbroken. children of the lie household never needed to repair broken toys, blessed with all the wealth that came with their lineage, they were replaced instantly, new and better. what young lotus failed to realise was the same rule applied to heirs ; the broken were discarded, and ren had lived with that for the entirety of their life. at least … until yang started changing that.
there was no other way to regard tales of childish spitfire except with clear endearment. chime - laughter flits between bronzed tiers on wisp of breathy laughter. crossed legs raise so ren might lift arms, rest their head along them. all the while they gazed at her with thinly veiled adoration. warmth bloomed in amaranthine hue, clear as day until the amusement had crept into the splintering, magnolia and plum blossoms hidden in the rare reaches of their dimples, the rise of sculpted cheekbones. when was the last time they were this happy ? ‘ it’s nice … to know you’ve always been this much of a renegade. ’ it would be a lie to say that wasn’t something that drew them towards her in the first place. an opposing trait to one so attracted to duality, that was rather fitting, wasn’t it ? but then again, yang had admitted to coaxing that chaos out of ren too. ‘ he sounds like he got what he deserved. ’
as easily as sun coaxed them into full bloom, rain sprung forth to dampen florid radiance, light leaving their expression akin to loneliness of new moon, sky void of lunar splendour. the breath of storms eased into the creux of them, until their bones weigh down, filled with acid rain. ah, that was why dragon guarded the vault to memories so ardently, so that even they would avoid falling into despair. it was tiring though, so tiring, living with the paranoia that the monster would drag them back into their melancholy. ren wasn’t alone anymore, they were stronger because of it, but that didn’t mean they didn’t succumb under the pressure from time to time. they regard yang quickly, flush donning cheeks and matching eyes of roseate flitting away, hand rising to nervously card ebon strands from their face. ‘ n - no, not exactly. ’ ren’s hands wrung nervously, the lingering sensations of unwanted advances still clinging to their palms. ‘ the line, i mean … ’ lips press into a thinning line as dragon ruminated on how best to describe an equivalent, unable to meet she - nova’s eyes. ‘ earlier, i mentioned my family was wealthy. they were also rather … traditional. by the time i was six, i already had a betrothed. ’
ren placed fingers and palms together, cupping them over nose and mouth in contemplative gesture. words came out at a slow even pace, curated to the best of their scrambled mind’s abilities, and even then still jagged in some places, splayed and uneven like broken glass. ‘ i come from a lineage of warriors. if you don’t have what it takes to become a fighter from a very young age, they marry you into a different family. ’ the cold hard truth had taken ren too long to understand. the toxicity of it had been affecting them, ruining them from the inside out for far longer than they could remember. it had skewed their views of love, to an almost irreparable degree. yang saw that now, didn’t she ? how the very thought of it made them cautious with both longing and fear ? ‘ yin was … very mean to me. she used to tease me a lot, pull my hair, make me cry. she’s older, you see … she didn’t like being stuck with … with me for a fiancé, the heir with the least claim to the inheritance. ’ it was an easy hole to fall down. sigh quiet, forlorn. ‘ from a very young age we were taught that you’re only worthy of love when you’re performing at your best, and my best was never good enough. ’
‘ she didn’t like being tethered to me — ’ a humourless laugh. ‘ … i can’t blame her. or anyone really. ’
sense of honour radiates deep within the marrow of yang ‘ s bones , audits taking in all the information &. otherwise tightly guarded secrets ren has to offer like her very life depends on it ; it sort of does in a way , doesn ‘ t it ? dragoness would never truly be able to fathom the sheer amount of trust ren is putting into her , or how they have been ever since their beacon days ; to have them - slowly , but surely - be unpacking these little tidbits of burden unto her shoulders is something yang never dreamed she ‘ d be chosen to bare , yet here she is anyway. grateful , intrigued to be learning more about the one she has sworn so much to. they ‘ ve really been through it , haven ‘ t they ? the more sunny dragon listens to lotus speak with such melancholy , the more she begins to realize just why ren ‘ s so closed off with the topic of affection to begin with. no wonder both dragons had a spat of intense emotion , no wonder they both crumbled at their confessional like a duo of sinners unable to handle punishment for the crimes in which their hearts commit ; ren ‘ s never known a love or affection like this , let alone at all. when ones perspective of something , anything , is warped &. made ugly , blocking oneself off from it all together seems like the most reasonable solution , no ? they can ‘ t be hurt by something that isn ‘ t there , for ren at least.
perhaps yang sympathizes in a way. maybe she , too , knows all too well about keeping others at bay , even if she displays it in an entirely different manner. promising the night of someones’ life with a pretty smile &. bat of sunlit lash , acting on faux emotions just for the sake of a thrill & then leaving come sunrise without a single ounce of ‘ more ‘ lingering in mind. it ‘ s easy to leave without regrets , though it ‘ s harder to stay with them. maybe . . . that ‘ s why she pursued ren to begin with. yang still can ‘ t find the proper way to explain why , or how ren is so different from everyone else ( they see beyond just her ethereal looks for starters. ) , but she can safely say the rest of her days would have been plagued by regret if she were to let them go. that ‘ s no way to live. ren ‘ s a thrill , but in the best way possible ; another adventure that leaves her enticed &. excited , another turn on bumblebee that brings yang ‘ s mind to cloud nine. she ‘ ll never get tired of exploring with them.
she takes a sip of water , mumbling a ‘ mhm ‘ sort of noise , brows knitting together &. twin orchid gaze narrowing in tow. heart of gold can be felt sinking beyond the confines of ribcage the more ren speaks , smooth timbre dipping , falling victim to a form of verbal bitterness that lingers just long enough to effect yang as well. ❝ that . . . doesn ‘ t seem very fair for a kid. how did they expect you to grow up stable if they made all your choices for you ? life ‘ s all about trial ‘an error , y ‘ know ? if y ‘ have everything set out all ‘ perfect ‘ for you from the get go , then what ‘ s the point ? ❞ is it rude of her to be casting judgement like this ? on ren ‘ s old way of life ? maybe it ‘ d be best to bite her tongue for now , lest she runs the risk of upsetting them more than they already are. this doesn ‘ t sound like an easy topic. ❝ i -- sorta have family like that on my dad ‘ s side. super traditional , sticks up their asses. always got shitty with dad about how he raised me to be an individual , not some cheap cookie cut out like all the rest. makes for real awkward family gatherings. ❞ dragoness speaks with a lilt of a chuckle on timbre , as if to brighten the mood just a bit. but ah , how long that simply doesn ‘ t last.
fingers constrict some around plastic the moment ren begins to speak of their ex , &. oh , how a fire is instantly ignited in belly. not out of jealousy , no ; yang doesn ‘ t run on spite &. sheer pettiness like that , it ‘ s how they describe her. vile. cruel. she sounds like the type of person yang would have fought with as a child , breathed her first plume of dragon flame at out of rage. her discomfort becomes crystalline , as does the swarming sensation of protectiveness ‘ round luminous forme , even more so when ren begins to speak down on themself. why can ‘ t they see how their worth shines brighter than any precious gem ? others just . . . can ‘ t determine that for you , right ? she ‘ s readying to speak once more herself , but pauses dead in her tracks when ren does instead. ‘ or anyone really ‘ , they say &. her vocals become strangled. personified yin once taught yang to control her temper , though those lessons seem to slip from mind as she completely crushes her water bottle in one go , creating small cracks that spill water out on pants , but she seems to care not. not over something so meaningless. teeth grit , plume of smog drifting from nostrils. ❝ . . . dunno. sounds like they ‘ d be pretty lucky t ‘ me. ❞ i ‘ m pretty lucky , you fool.
my heart feels safe with you. it’s like it’s known you since the universe began.
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