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(Reblogging this as a reminder to come up with favorite smells for my characters.)
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@tackydragondrake
send me a character and i’ll tell you what their favorite smell is
(Reblogging this as a reminder to come up with favorite smells for my characters.)
Posting this to save for later.
Coping with Killing
The screams. I can’t focus on anything else. I see their faces, unnaturally twisted in agony. The worst is when I’m close enough to see the color in their eyes. The way they look at me as they die..
I know that’s not what I’m supposed to focus on. I know it helps to try and remember without dwelling. But I can’t. Any time I think about them, I think of the screaming. I think of the person who looks at me before falling limp. Worst of all, I think of the hordes of people running from me and their agonized cries of pain as the fire burns through their flesh…
So I just try and not dwell. I can’t remember them without all that, so I just don’t. It hurts too much and I’ll never move past it without just forgetting. So I keep busy and just don’t acknowledge what’s happened. It’s easier that way.
Kneel!
Only for her. When Minera says kneel, I drop no matter where we are. There is a mutual trust there. I do this for no one but her, and she doesn’t push the when and where. I usually don’t feel insulted or degraded when I’m told to kneel. Because of that, I never hesitate. Besides, I love the grin that spreads across her lips as she watches me drop to my knees with the utterance of a single word. The way her eyes take in the sight of me looking up at her expectantly, a grin of my own usually on my lips.
It isn’t always quite so simple, though. Sometimes it’s a test of trust. It’s a way that she checks, even in our worst of times, if I’m still there for her. No matter what, I always kneel when she speaks the word. I want her to know that even in our worst arguments, I still trust her. I wouldn’t break that trust.
When I say no matter what, I mean it quite literally. On one occasion, I was standing before a man that I had supposedly devoted myself to. I sorely needed information so I was under this fuck’s whim and beckon. I detested it. But I was playing along as best as I could. Nothing had been that demanding, yet. The only order I had to refuse, was when he told me to kneel. That one pissed him off. It was pretty funny to watch him simmer. But with ever other order, I was efficient and quick. He needed me. So he could do nothing more than simmer and yell. Once he got pissed enough that he had some goons try and knock some sense into me. I just stood there and made eye contact with him as they beat me. Even when a punch had me doubling over, I made a point to turn my head up to him, meet his eyes, and grin. And I did not kneel. He was furious and just ordered harsher punishment, so long as they didn’t do long lasting damage. Like I said, he needed me. And he hated that. So, when I had enough, I fought back. I dodged out of the way and swung my leg around as I grabbed the guy’s arm. I took out his legs and yanked his arm so he barreled into the next guy. I came up with an uppercut to the third guy’s crotch, then an elbow to the gut of the one behind me. And when the leader ordered a stop to it, I stopped and bowed my head submissively. I was under his order. Just not to kneel.
It gets worse. I was unable to contact Minera in this time. She had no idea why I left or where I was, at least to my knowledge. I missed her, and I badly wanted to explain myself. But that would have to wait until I returned.
Or, she could just waltz in here like she owned the place… Great.
She came in with some backup, but she was proudly marching in first, like she usually did. Usually, I’d be no more than a pace behind her, if not walking at her side. But now I was under the command of this new asshole, and so I acted like it. I kept my back straight at attention, though I did turn to the newcomers. We had been discussing attack plans when we had been interrupted. I took a step back to take my place at my new commander’s side, ready to take any order he spat out. At least, to some extent. I would do a lot, but I couldn’t actually take out Minera or any of her men. I’d fight if ordered, but I would lose.
I saw the stab of deceit in Minera’s gaze when those blue eyes scanned over me to my leader. I hated that look. I wanted it gone. But I couldn’t do anything about it at that moment. I was under new command and had to act like it, as much as I hated seeing that trust break in her eyes.
I noticed my commander grin as a thought entered that mush he called a brain. “Drake” he spat out my name in a commanding tone. I turned to him immediately. “Yes, sir?!” I looked to him, ready for his order. By his grin, this didn’t look good for me. “Escort our guests out” he began, which was obviously suicidal. Usually if a fight needed to happen, it was all of the goons. I was vastly outnumbered here. “Or kneel down to demonstrate the respect I deserve” he added, his tone commanding and the grin still present on his lips. I was tense. He was giving me an ultimatum. One that wouldn’t hurt him. I either ran in and, if it was anyone other than Minera, died in the process, or I managed to take them all down with no effort from him or the rest of his goons. Or I showed the act of submission he had been wanting.
I wanted to spit in his face. But instead, I gave a single nod. “Yessir!” I grabbed my chain and turned to the ‘guests’. This was going to hurt..
“Always so violent Drake. Just kneel!” He was getting frustrated. He hadn’t expected me to chose the potentially fatal option. But he didn’t understand. No matter what, I would kneel for none but Minera. So, chain in hand, I started to walk forward. “I need to ask you to leave” I told them, a threatening tone to my voice. I had to play the part, even if I was just going to take whatever beaten was given to me. I’d put on a show and fight, but I wasn’t about to seriously hurt any of these people.
Minera’s eyes snapped to me. Her gaze was sharp. Her eyes were the piercingly cold depths of the ocean. Still, there was a hope there. “Drake” her tone was also commanding. But, she wasn’t my commander, so I ignored it and proceeded to step forward. It was hard to ignore her commands. Her expression showed her frustration as I ignored her. “Drake, Kneel!” She barked out.
As soon as I heard the command, I dropped to my knees. My eyes snapped up to her in question and concern. That single word blew my cover. Fuck, I hoped she knew what she was doing. But there I was, on my fucking knees in the middle of a group of people who surely now wanted me dead. The things I fucking do for this woman..
“Men!” The command came from behind me. The goons immediately started grabbing their weapons and more flooded in from the door to the side. I went into a forward dodge roll immediately, trying to get further away and dodge any attack coming at me.
Minera’s group heard the commotion and more started flooding in at that point. Well, at least she had brought back up. I had hoped to take care of this without anyone dying but here we go. I had no idea what was going through Minera’s head or what she told her men. Did she actually think I betrayed her? Should I be watching my back from both sides? Fuck, I hoped she trusted me. If everyone in this room was my enemy, I certainly wasn’t getting out alive.
But her group immediately got into formation to lend me cover fire, taking some cover themselves. A gun fight broke out as I sprinted for cover of my own. One of Minera’s own handed me a gun, which I gladly accepted. Anyone who got too close, I whipped my chain out to knock their shot off and, sometimes, to disarm them. Otherwise, I joined in the gunfight. The other leader had quickly gotten the fuck out of there. Big surprise.
A few moments later and after countless shots were exchanged, Minera ordered for a tactful retreat. I fell into place where I was needed and we started to pull out, providing each other cover fire as needed. We quickly made it out and to the entrance of one of the many underground tunnels and filed in.
That was a fun conversation to have. She was pissed I betrayed her. I felt like shit, but was pissed she ruined my chance to get the information I needed. “What the fuck was that!?” I demanded. She was immediately pissed. “Me!?” She asked, flabbergasted that I had the gall to ask her that. “Don’t you think I was there for a reason!? I wouldn’t have just fucking abandoned you otherwise!” I snapped back. She just scoffed at me and ordered one of her men to bring her something. I was puzzled, but didn’t protest. I took the book that was brought to her once it was handed to me. I flipped through it, finding anything I needed to know and more.
She looked to me. “Isn’t this it?” she asked. I blinked and glanced up from the book. “Looks like it.. But I was going to get it in less of a blood bath.” She shrugged. “The fight was only a diversion” she told me. Apparently, while everyone was distracted by the fight, she had a small group go back to assassinate the leader.
“You could have gotten me killed” I pointed out, though it wasn’t very serious. I was relieved to be back at her side in all honesty.
“But I didn’t” she chimed back with a grin. There was still venom in her gaze, though. This talk was clearly not over.
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via quotemadness)
@azurenobody @scoutingouttheworld
(This song might have partially been about Dreya early on but I can see it turning into a @azurenobody and Drake song. I want an epic fight scene with this playing in the background.)
@tackydragondrake ?
Drake would love this
@tackydragondrake Scale outfits that Minera has made from time to time to surprise Drake. (Colors vary)
(Loooove!!)
fun character exercise; which of your OC’s would chug a bottle of liquor rather than give it to airport security
Me, Minera, Michael, DonRoss, Michael Jr., Scout, and Alyssum. What about you @tackydragondrake , who all on your side?
Drake, Gale but only if he were in a shit mood or already drinking, Joey, Nega, Nyle, Sierra, and Chelsey.
(Would Mirko not? Just because polite or?)
Wasserspeier am Freiburger Münster
WINTER IS A BAD TIME.
What it feels like to chew 5 Gum
IT’S MY FAVORITE GARGOYLE BACK AGAIN FOR WINTERTIME.
I want to know the exact conversation that lead to the creation of this abomination
Ye olde German architect: “ok, it’s time to put in the rainspouts and last night I was out with the lads and Hans had too much and the point is I had the FUNNIEST idea…” *Holds up drawing*
Ye olde German Architect Supervisor: * snorts beer out of his nose.* “YES. BUILD IT IMMEDIATELY.”
That’s gussy babe
Sooooo I just came back from studying in Freiburg and went on a tour of the Münster with a historian who knew all of the insider secrets and the story is even better than you think.
It took more than 300 years to build the Freiburger Münster (1200s-1500s), so they went through a lot of architects and people who paid those architects. Some of the patrons were dicks and one of those dicks lived in a house right next to the Münster. The asshat kept demanding they work faster and changed his mind every five hours about what he wanted and THEN he refused to pay the architects because he wasn’t happy with what they’d done.
That really pissed the builders off so in retaliation, the head architect built the butt gargoyle facing his house so that every morning for the rest of his life, when the dick looked out his window at the Münster, he’d have to look at a gargoyle butt.
So, the defecating gargoyle is a big fat “fuck you” to someone’s dick of a boss that has survived 500 years and two world wars
*standing ovation*
Spite is the greatest muse
humans don’t change
@tackydragondrake I feel like this is your potential level of petty?
Oh most definately...
@manofkings
"You said wear a tie... So I will."
Drake and @azurenobody?
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@manofkings Drake sometimes tries to style with the blazer and just v neck underneath when told to dress up to see if it is close enough. Xp