the prestige.

and all you've gained is guilt to carry ⎛ in the form of a dead lover's name ⎠

[grymfared]

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒, 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐋𝐃.  reimagined  from  𝗱𝗰𝗮𝘂  𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻  𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘀  (𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟯)  because they gave us nothing and now i have to do everything on my own

affiliated with ... @isolaradiale housed ... ⎛ minas fenumë, skystrewn isles ⎠ ranked ... ⎛ luminous subgiant ❲ 11/7/24 ❳ ⎠

❛  𝙸    𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳    𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽𝚂    𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷    𝙰    𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳    𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙸𝚁𝙴  —  of  course,  i  in  my  timid  body  did  not  wish  to  have  them  in  the  neighborhood,  intruding  into  my  relatively  safe  world,  in  which  it  was,  for  instance,  possible  to  read  stories  in  peace  of  mind,  free  from  fear.  but  the  world  that  contained  even  the  imagination  of  fafnír  was  r̲i̲c̲h̲e̲r̲  ̲a̲n̲d̲  ̲m̲o̲r̲e̲  ̲b̲e̲a̲u̲t̲i̲f̲u̲l̲,̲  ̲a̲t̲  ̲w̲h̲a̲t̲e̲v̲e̲r̲  ̲c̲o̲s̲t̲  ̲o̲f̲  ̲p̲e̲r̲i̲l̲.

app. stats. meta analysis. thread tracker. rules under readmore.

hi im percival im 30+ (he him pronouns) and i really love dragons a lot. very much. it shows. teen titans 2003 gave us 1 episode and then i went off the walls yknow? anyway this blog is affiliated

i write with indie blogs too because i love you guys

i draw all my icons please dont take them ive sacrificed my wrists for them

[dazzlxd]

The library is often a place for peace and quiet. A safe space to read or learn any new information. It is not often that pets are found inside.

However, today a very well behaved Eevee seems to be amongst the patrons of the library. it is a very quiet creatrure as it softly pads up to its inteded destination.

The fluffy, brown fox-cat stops at the feet of the person that caught its interest. It doesn't vocalize, yet, bjust leans over and sniffs.

There isn't ant other action taken as a pink haired young woman scoops the Pokémon up. She gives an apologetic look to the person.

"I am terribly sorry, monsieur," the owner says softly - aware of their surroundings - as she adjusts her hold on the creature.

@grymfared | sc

[grymfared]

malchior is used to this now. many of the citizens of spirale seem to have familiars. pets, they call them, but old habits die hard. this one is soft- fluffy body brushing against him before the creature is snatched up by a young woman. pink hair, he notes. like some sort of fae creature in her own right. ❝ there is no need to apologize, ❞

❝ your familiar is curious about its surroundings. that is to be expected. ❞ the fluffy creature seems to be rather relaxed in the young woman's arms. a familiar well loved- that often spoke volumes of the nature of the owner. ❝ you must be here for knowledge- as many are when they enter a library. i can help you find any book that you would like. or are you here simply for a quiet spot to rest? ❞

[usurpation]

"Insight, the 8th Seeker," she offered to Malchior, an answer that surely meant as much to him as his did to her — very little. Archmage, wizard; he could use what his world called "magic". She wondered how close it was to Lephon's miracles.

Either way, she refrained from peering into him to find out, less out of respect and more out of disinterest. And a bit of caution, as his eyes reminded her of her own. Lately, she'd found it quite interesting how much people would simply tell her, anyway.

"I agree; I couldn't imagine somewhere better. I was able to mold my home into one like I have outside this dimension, and no one normal lives here. I find myself in better company among the most unusual individuals."

Nevermind what she previously did with them...

"Is your Minas Fenumë a replica of your own?"

[grymfared]

❝ insight. the name suits you, although i cannot quite explain why. ❞ as he had learned in the sky-strewn isles, the powers taken from the residents of the city was returned, but only in this place. otherwise, they were forced to bend to the will of the stars above. it was part of why malchior preferred to stay in his tower, exploring vast worlds through the pages of his tomes. of course, he had been able to stretch his wings and fly many a time- mainly under the cover of night.

❝ minas fenumë is only part of the place that i called home. for a wizard, it is important to have a place to come and hone one's craft. a tower served that purpose, to provide space and to protect others in case of mishaps. ❞

❝ but, i suppose spending all of that time would make it feel like home in its own way. ❞ not a lie, but also not quite the truth. when he had learned of the ability to shape his own home, he had considered a kingdom in the mountains. perhaps in the mistwoods- but already a dragon had staked claim there, and he was not keen on a territory battle.

the most dangerous thing to a dragon was not a knight with a magic sword or a wizard with powerful spells. the most dangerous thing to a dragon would always be another dragon. no matter.

❝ do you miss it? the world you came from? ❞

[grymfared]

@chiikawaacreature

while malchior spent most of his days in his altelier, he still had his moments of exploring the city. sometimes, he liked exploring various shops. many of the residents of the city were not human, but they lived like humans- at least from what malchior had experienced ⎛ thousands of years ago, and then blinded by the lights of jump city- ⎠ . this day, the most interesting thing that caught his eye was a small, fluffy thing. a nervous little animal that seemed ... well ...

❝ you know, there are many creatures that can sense fear. ❞

he means well, probably.

dragons fell under that list, and wasn't that how he had made the knights of the kingdom kneel before him? soon after, they met a fiery death. ❝ while this city is strange, it is not so scary. you are still afraid of something. ❞

[shiromemes]

Poignant song lyrics sentence starters

A collection of song lyrics from various songs and artists that live rent free in me and my friend’s heads.

Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name.

They say I’m up and comin’ like I’m fuckin’ in an elevator.

You are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand

I think i always understood that a ship could never really love an anchor

I think I finally understand the way the broken arm can hate the hand

I'm afraid, but I want to relax!

You can't be the best if you're the first one.

You'll just have to taste me when he's kissing you

HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT

My love is rotten to the core.

Crazy, but thats how it goes.

If not for me, then you’d be dead!

You know you’re semi-good looking.

There’s two sides to every story.

Will you tell us that you’re okay?

So dance, fucker, dance!

Just how deep do you believe?

I’m just looking for another good time.

I feel stupid and contagious.

Hold me like a grudge.

And I’d say we’re still kicking ass.

Cuz heaven aint close in a place like this.

No matter how far we've come, I can't wait to see tomorrow with you.

Whatsoever I've fought off, became my life

Something's better than nothing.

And if you ever don't change, just wanna say I wouldn't feel bad for you

Everybody thinks that I'm someone maybe I don't wanna be

Let’s be alone together

Come on, make it easy, say I never mattered.

What would you trade the pain for?

I don’t know where you’re going, but do you have room for one more troubled soul?

[grymfared]

like this for a starter capped at 3!

[usurpation]

Insight may have become a god again in her new home, but she still had to check the mail when she returned to the manor in the afternoon.

On this day, once she pulled out unsolicited advertisements and coupons and a glamorous-looking magazine she was intentionally subscribed to, she noticed upon closing the mass-produced mailbox that the separate one near hers was also being checked.

She looked him over from head to toe, her expression (at least) not disinterested, and said, "You must live in the tower beside my manor. I've been curious about the one living there."

—✧ @grymfared

[grymfared]

malchior's great knowledge of magic, paired with his true nature as a great fire drake of the north, had made him some sort of great evil god in the eyes of the people of nol- rorek was not the first sent to slay him, but the archmage had been the last. those powers, great and terrible, had settled in his bones as he watched the world from his atelier, and perhaps it was only fitting that his neighbor was also a person of great power.

❝ ah, we meet at last, ❞

❝ i am archmage malchior, ❞ it's such an easy lie, the title of archmage fits with the fair form he'd crafted oh so long ago. he finds it well received in comparison to his introductions as ' malchior the magnificent ' ⎛ chiefest and greatest of calamities ⎠ - it is the safer option when faced with someone new. ❝ yes, i live in minas fenumë - for all great wizards will build a tower of their own. ❞

his gaze falls back to the plain mailbox. the only exciting thing is a flyer for some discount books ⎛ already, the library is endless, but how can he resist more? ⎠ . the rest? he's not sure why he's received it. ❝ the sky-strewn isles are beautiful. a fine choice for a place to live. ❞

[grymfared]

@fatherslamb ⎛ event s.c ⎠

❝ you're here rather late, ❞ malchior had requested a small bed to be placed in the break room of the library- to sleep in, of course. an advocate for knowledge and reading, he liked to keep the library open at all times. it meant he didn't sleep as much as he should've, but his work environment was mostly peaceful, so that made up for it-

rachel was one of the students who took advantage of the fact that malchior was always at the library. other students said he seemed to know anything that happened with any book in there, which perhaps also explained why he always knew when he had to help someone check books out. ❝ you should rest, though, ❞

❝ the books will still be here if you rest a bit, ❞ he laughs softly, fondly. rachel is a lot like he was when he was a student. always at the library at odd hours, overworked but motivated- so the words hold no bite, only gentle concern. ❝ anyway, let's see what you've picked. after that, if you want, i can escort you back. a lot of rumors have been going around about disappearances on campus, and i'd hate for you to go missing. i quite enjoy seeing you here. ❞

[grymfared]

like this for a small starter with librarian malchior :) capped at 2

[grymfared]

OFIUCO UNIVERSITY — BETWEEN THE PAGES

the handsome young man who serves as head librarian of the university! malchior prefers the company of books to people, but he is still a wealth of knowledge and quite the resource. students say that he has memorized every word of every page in the school library, and more. and they're right, he absolutely has. while he's been at his job for a while, people still don't know much about him. he's rather secretive, with only a select few getting to know anything personal about him.

notes

i couldn't pass up librarian malchior.

i don't know what else to put here, honestly. he has heard about disappearances, that's not great but the worst part is what if a book is overdue?

priorities, right?

come visit the school library, though. please. he's lonelier than he lets on.

[pocketcubi]

@grymfared liked for a small starter.

"Hey tall, white and possibly horny haven't see you around."

They leaned against the wall, grinning, trying to keep this purposely awkward encounter, perfectly weird in hopes of garnering a strong emotion of him to eat.

[grymfared]

malchior had been considered beautiful under mortal guise, and by his own accounts, magnificent in his true one. how often it was that rorek would admire him ⎛ just as he had admired the young archmage ⎠ - feed his ego, as if that needed to be fed more than it had over the many lifetimes he'd existed before. but this? this is different.

he had been admired, not flirted with- his brief time as raven's tutor and then the fragile alliance with the brotherhood of evil had taught him some more modern behaviors, most of which still threw him for a loop.

this one was rather forward.

blue eyes take in the body before him, far from human, unlike anything he had seen before. elegant in their own way. a wide grin on their face that was surely meant to disarm or unsettle, and yet there was little that would truly unsettle a great fire drake of the north.

❝ you are also new to me, ❞ he purrs, and the feeling that stirs in him is a startling playfulness. a mischief that he had not explored in quite some time. it burns in him like a flame. natural as the ones he breathed. ❝ how bold of you to approach me as such, ❞ he towers over them, that playfulness and curiosity radiating from him- ❝ you must want something from me. perhaps i may be able to offer it since you seem so very fearless. ❞ and what he means is ' you must not know who and what i am. but it will not be long until you do. '

[fatherslamb]

"May I see your arm closer, please?"

It's the scales -- Rachel finds herself captivated by them, the way the sunlight bounces off. Maybe this man is, in some way, akin to what she is: neither human nor something else. Or maybe he is fully something else; she wouldn't be able to know until she can examine him to a degree, after all.

"Pardon me if that was rather forward. Your scales are lovely."

Her eyes glitter mischievously, like a cat with a jingly toy in its paws, ready to wreak havoc upon everyone in its home: she's settling into her element within moments, it would seem.

@grymfared

[grymfared]

even a dragon as powerful as powerful as malchior of nol was not able to hide all that he was in another form. not that the spell hadn't been perfectly crafted, but because of the great power that he was trying to shape into something else. it manifested, like this curious woman noted, as dustings of scales upon his arms ⎛ over his shoulders, some down his spine, his thighs- ⎠ that he didn't care enough to hide with heavy armor like he had in the past. ❝ you are curious, ❞

❝ and fearless, it seems. ❞ he'll humor her; arm outstretched, gaze unwavering. ❝ you must have more of a reason to want to look. beauty is not something that often prompts this sort of request. you look at me as if you are a scholar. you want to know more. ❞

[phantommirrored]

@grymfared

"Oooh, keeping tabs on the populace from up here? Very sneaky, y'know." Leave it to this kid to get up to high places that seemed out of reach for your average person. "Do people like you watching them?" He knew it was rich, coming from himself, given the mirror he wore on his hip could be so much more invasive. But, he didn't use it like that anymore. Too many old scars and wounds to reopen.

"Y'know, it's more fun to terrorize people, rather than straight up watch them!"

[grymfared]

malchior turns at the sudden voice- of course, not expecting any company here. it was something to do to pass the time, watching the people below, wasn't it? do people like you watching them? ❝ they often do not notice, ❞ rarely does he notice people looking up- and even when they did, he had learned to make it look like he wasn't staring back. the last time he watched someone who knew of it was ...

a lifetime ago, or it felt like it.

❝ now, what would i gain from terrorizing people? only fear or retaliation- neither of which i am keen on. ❞ his own old scars, weren't they? dragons terrorized. dragons killed and burned. malchior had no reason to do that. at least, no one had given him a reason to.

❝ are you prone to doing such things? terrorizing people? ❞

[lorene-dairson]

@grymfared

Lorene loved books. How could he not? His home nation had been founded by refugees, a nation of disparate tribes of Elves kicked out of a unified Empire two thousand years ago, who had found allies in the nomadic tribes of the far north, and refuge in ancient Elven ruins. Mongol was a nation that existed only by the blood, sweat, and stubbornness of its peoples--people who, especially the Elves, never forgot. But even Elves couldn't live forever, not on Asgard. Oral tradition was viewed as sacred in Mongol, but books? Books were practical. The written word was the only sure way to preserve the tales of your life's struggles, so that your descendants wouldn't have to suffer the same way you did.

The young Prince liked staying busy (needed to stay busy), and so had applied for two jobs shortly after his arrival to the island. He didn't expect, however, to find himself with idle money--money that didn't need to be spent for practical uses. Housing was secured and free; he ate well, even for a mage with high calorie needs; he wasn't big on fashion--so what did he spend his money on? Books, of course. The occasional art piece from a local artisan, sure--but whenever Lorene got itchy feet and needed to go for a walk around his home Archimedes Ward, inevitably he'd find himself in a book shop.

He'd noticed, of course, that anything originating in Spirale seemed very...Earth-ordinary, to his eyes. In his travels, Lorene had been through several different versions of Earth, and they all had similar traits: technology with a focus on communication rather than transportation; mass-produced products available on a global scale; highly-regimented cultures that prioritized nonviolence; a population of only humans, who viewed anything non-human as fantastical or unreal. Thankfully, the natives of the island weren't unkind to the non-human kidnappees who arrived during eclipses, per se. But it was obvious that Lorene, and the other offworlders like him, were not from here.

That was exactly why the grimoire drew him in. Just like the other offworlders, just like himself, it was obviously not from here. Lorene's majyk was not of the type where he could simply feel that--it was a sense more subtle than majyk. Or maybe it was all of his senses, working delicately in concert. Either way, the second he saw the book, he picked it up, paid for it, and left the shop. He wasn't sure what caused him to rush out. Maybe it was the thought of something is going to happen, and whatever it is, it's not for the eyes of bystanders.

Unfortunately, he was right--something did happen. The moment Lorene stepped outside with the grimoire in hand, the book burst open of its own accord--the pages fluttered like they were caught in a gale; the ink swirled on the page in a flurry of magic.

"FUCK."

Wrestling with the grimoire to try to force it shut, terrified that the commotion would draw the gaze of passerby, Lorene dashed down the nearest secluded alleyway, murmuring frantically. "Not here you stupid thing, what if someone sees--?!"

Today was going to be one of those days.

[grymfared]

while he had been passed through many hands, malchior had never been manhandled like this. raven had always been rather gentle- she cherished him once. and before that, the grimoire was kept by other magic users, tucked safely in their ateliers until mysteriously vanishing. such was the nature of something so saturated in magic that most could only ever dream of.

because dragons were dreams. made from magic, the great beasts of the skies and seas, lords of the mountains and guardians of treasures and secrets- yes, others dreamed of dragons. and dragons had no need to dream.

the cover of the grimoire closes, not of his own accord, but of the one carrying it. harsh, with a snap- 「 be gentle with me, 」 comes his voice, muffled, 「 these pages were written more than a thousand years ago- 」 a truth- he has been told he must tell truths to be freed, but it was also in the nature of dragons to lie. what a predicament, indeed!

the movement stops. the man holding the tome has stopped running and the grimoire warms with old magics- hot enough to send a message. 「 have you not seen this world around us? a talking book is not the most peculiar thing people would come across. 」

but then again, not everyone came from worlds where great magics existed- not consciously. magic existed everywhere, and yet ... it was not often seen by the eyes of others. in rare cases, it was vivid, and it was those cases that malchior loved most. now, he exists as ink upon parchment, unseeing and relying on the hands of another- who doesn't seem too happy about it. or maybe he is just skittish.

「 are you not familiar with tomes written by archmages? i sense magic in you. thus, i must ask for your help with something quite important. 」

[sonsolarpunk]

He’d heard that before from someone else here who hadn’t come from Earth—that this place made you grow closer to humans whether you wanted to or not.

“I like humans.” He said truthfully. “I’ve lived on Earth my whole life, I’m used to being around them. It’s everything else here that I’m not used to.” 

Unfortunately, someone else had recently told him that they’d also been here for multiple years. That thought really scared him. He also heard time didn’t pass the same way back home. It was so confusing, and there was nothing he could do about any of it yet, in his weakened state.

He could hardly plan to bust out of here when he kept having to stop and eat.

Ordinary. He could never remember a time he was completely ordinary. Though his parents never made him feel as alien as he was, some of his earliest memories were lifting the family car right over his head. 

“Wait—you said your powers came back the longer you were here?” Clark blinked in surprise, the very slightest bit of hope in his chest. 

“Malchior.” He tried the name out, looking back at the jukebox as the music faded. He was out of coins and something else played now. “It’s nice to meet you. Definitely none of that sounds familiar, but archmage. That’s something with magic, right?” 

He didn’t think magic really existed back home. Some Metahumans had strange abilities, but everything seemed to at least have somewhat of a scientific explanation. 

“Oh—everyone just calls me Superman, by the way.” He glanced up towards the counter, seeing the worker bring out his last pizza. He grinned excitedly as she brought it to the table. 

“I really appreciate it. I’m definitely not used to being…limited compared to back home.” There was trust, but he was still reserved about showing just how weak he was. “The idea of getting used to it, honestly sounds impossible. It’s part of who I am.” 

He sighed, suddenly starving again despite the fact that he’d already eaten so much. He grabbed a slice of pizza and took a bite, ignoring the fact that it was steaming hot.

“You can have some, if you want. I really shouldn’t be eating all of this.”

[grymfared]

i like humans, says his companion- superman. it's a fitting name as far as malchior can tell. something likely bestowed by humans, because humans were at times rather straightforward in their descriptions of things. i've lived on earth my whole life. now, that one was interesting. malchior had learned about 'metahumans' from raven, by watching her friends and learning about those she called her enemies. when he was freed by the brotherhood of evil, he had met more metahumans, although he had no real interest in idle chatter with them. malchior was, after all, a dragon and dragons always had their own agendas.

❝ yes, over time ... i was able to perform more and more magic from when i came here. it seems that there are forces that even the greatest of magics cannot reach here. the locals call them 'the stars'. ❞

❝ when i first came here, i was left with - ❞ oh, how to explain this one without putting himself in danger? humans and metahumans alike were wary of dragons, weren't they? ❝ a limited ability to use a rather powerful shapeshifting spell. up to five times a day- but that was it. ❞ and hadn't that been frustrating!

❝ at my third month here, i was able to shapeshift as much as i wanted. i can now access minor healing spells, and a few offensive spells. so it is slow, but ... in time ... ❞ it's part of who i am, says superman, and malchior understands that much. dragons were born of magic, these great beasts of the skies. malchior had been one of the last dragons, a great fire drake living in the northern mountains, and his mastery of magic had been unparalleled. until rorek ... but even then ...

he blinks for a moment when superman offers him a slice of pizza. he thinks of cyborg and the changeling. ❝ yes, an archmage stands at the pinnacle of magic users, ❞ a pale hand reaches out to take a slice. he takes a bite and hums. it isn't bad at all- and maybe that helps him understand those two titans a little better. ❝ have you not seen magic before? while i cannot show you my greatest spells, i am happy to show you some magic if you wish it. ❞

[grymfared]

stares at my hands oh my god i cant believe i abandoned my boy. anyway i am going to try to do the small number of things in my drafts here and then go from there!

[sonsolarpunk]

“It’s a song. My friends get annoyed when I play it, because it’s so long—” He started to explain. They also hated when he sang along for all ten minutes, but he really only did that to be extra annoying. 

He decided to try and not be annoying, not yet. He didn’t know who he could risk bothering, and while in his weakened state, he didn’t need to get his lights punched out. 

Clark did not think this person wanted to hurt him, not now, at least. He decided to keep playing it safe, selecting a nice two-and-a-half-minute long song instead. 

“Right, exactly.” He grinned. “It does connect people, especially when you have a really obscure favorite band. Or, there’s songs you can listen to that take you right back to that moment when you first heard them, it’s like you’re in freshman year again.”

The song he was playing now always reminded him of that time, the cold weather, shutting the world and his parents out in his tiny bedroom at the farmhouse, the teen angst manifesting as brand new heat vision he practised searing into his bedroom walls.

For some reason, he’d decided that was a good idea. 

“Huh?” So, they’d seen him flying. That explained the curiosity. Even though more people could fly here than back home, he knew Superman got attention anywhere and everywhere. 

“Oh, yeah.” He chuckled. “I’m not used to running out of steam—I guess the rules here are different.” He didn’t want to portray exactly how weak he was. “It’s not so bad, I’m just trying to get used to it, that’s all. How long have you been here?”

[grymfared]

there's something rather quaint about this man. a being clearly possessing abilities far beyond any normal human who seemed to have adjusted to living a life among them. malchior had tried that once, long before he met rorek- and it was because of his inability to really understand them that the kingdom of nol sent their greatest warriors to the mountains.

the dread dragon had laid them low. no blade had been able to pierce his scales. no armor had protected them from his fangs and his claws, and certainly there was nothing to defend them from his flames. but he couldn't really dwell on that, could he?

❝ you get along well with other humans, it seems. even though you are not quite like them. ❞

❝ but it must be different ... being in this place brings you closer to humans by making you someone ordinary. at least it does at the start. ❞

malchior hums in understanding. he still remembered arriving in the city being stuck mostly in his illusory form, only able to take flight as a dragon for a few times a day. ❝ i have been here more than a year, now. when i came here, much of what i was able to do had been taken from me. but, about three months in ... at least what i was allowed to keep at the start returned to me in full. ❞

a pause.

❝ that must sound odd without context. forgive me,- my name is malchior. i am archmage of the kingdom of nol- although it may not exist where you come from- thus, i was left without the ability to harness the arcane that i have been used to all of my life when i came here. ❞

he decides not to mention being a dragon. not yet- perhaps not ever. some secrets were to remain as such ... ❝ you will adjust, and you will recover. should you wish it, i am happy to serve as a guide as you settle in the city. ❞