#conflagrationsstyle

[lxgatus]

          HE HAD let the guise slip, under the assumption that he had a moment of privacy. Despite all the twisting roads and darkened corners, the humans in this world really DID have eyes everywhere, didn’t they? Perhaps this was going to be more problematic than he had first assumed. 

     THE human body flickered out of existence for what seemed to be only a few seconds before returning in full force, but judging by the crunch of dirty pavement behind him those few seconds were all it took. The Mahjarrat turned slowly, expression a neutral one. Even with his human body returned to him, the glint in his eye gave it a seemingly menacing glow, a stark contrast to how upbeat his voice sounded.

          ❝ YOU DO know that it’s rude to stare, right? ❞

@conflagrationsstyle sc.

[vernades]

@conflagrationsstyle -- ;

Since Dracula’s death, the curse that had leeched into the lands had barely abated. Demons still roamed as freely as they ever had, but without a ringleader to spearhead them. They were more erratic, unrestrained and without discipline but no less feral. A enormous chiropteran beat its wings as spectral blue orbs flared in its sockets, summoning a small swarm of demons smaller but no less deadly. Sypha conjured orbs of flame in a salvo to dispatch the demons, taking them almost effortlessly despite the larger one’s evasiveness. Sypha clenched their jaw, concentrating.

It wouldn’t live to see the morning, that much was sure.

[shadowtongued]

‘ i think maybe you’re the only person who really knows who i am and still likes me anyway . ’

@conflagrationsstyle //  some starter meme icr 

                            ❝ WELL, THAT’S REALLY DEPRESSING, ISN’T IT?” His kind has never been anywhere near adequate at EMPATHY or consoling others, ISOLATIONISTS at their barest form after a culture shock in their youth. “I’m more than sure you’re just being cynical,” he muses while busy looking over shelves and oddities with LURID eyes, pausing often to rest a claw on his jaw in contemplation. “You should probably get out more, mingle, you know. It can be EXHAUSTING, but someone is bound to take a shining to you. Weave a little web of social bits and bobs. No one says you have to like all of them.”

[gyobu-a]

@conflagrationsstyle   ( utavel )  //   sc.

 Poor,  poor  soldiers  merely  doing  their  duty  fall  behind  her,  struck  down  and  set  ablaze  like  ants  under  a  magnifying  glass.  He  studies  her  past  a  wall  of  men  at  a  safe  distance.  She  doesn’t  look  like  anyone  who  would  associate  with  any  of  the  eastern  forces  —  or  ANYONE  he  has  ever  seen  for  that  matter,  he  notes.  Foreign  traders  were  not  all  uncommon  on  the  shores,  but  they  typically  kept  themselves  out  of  any  conflict.  It  is  surely  a  sight  to  watch,  but  it  would  be  unfortunate  if  he  let  the  entire  guard  be  killed.  

 “Lower  your  weapons,  you  fools,”  he  orders  the  soldiers  as  he  floats  through  the  commotion,  nearing  her,  “If  the  first  thirty  men  were  unable  to  subdue  her,  what  makes  you  think  you  will  be  any  more  successful?” 

 Men  quickly  back  up,  standing  shoulder-to-shoulder  to  just  about  form  a  hall  around  him  and  the  strangely  quiet  intruder;  typically  those  who  wished  to  invade  were  much  LOUDER  and  had  an  army  backing  them.  He  keeps  a  decent  distance  between  them,  lest  he  suffer  the  same  fate.

 “You  will  have  to  excuse  them  —  they  do  not  take  kindly  to  strangers.”  he  greets  her  such  a  gracious  tone,  it’s  as  if  she  didn’t  just  down  a  good  portion  of  his  troops  in  a  matter  of  minutes,  “If  I  may  ask,  what  brings  you  here?”  

[sacrimarked]

                     --“You’ve been quiet today,   dear,”   her own voice is rough from overuse,   the days spent shouting over the sound of a crowd were taking their toll.   There weren’t many of them left,   but even those that remained were more than enough to drown out a single voice.   Abriell stretched her arms over her head.   Since the attack life had been nothing short of exhausting.   Sleep came in short bursts at best,   and her days had stretched from sixteen hours to eighteen,   then twenty.   Comfort came only in the fleeting sights of lovers as she hurried through the halls of her home.

                    “Come here,   tell me what’s on your mind.   I love to listen to you talk.”

                    @conflagrationsstyle

[makiscie-blog]

@conflagrationsstyle / cont.

                        “Why...?”   Kurisu’s nails dig into her palms,   knuckles white and jaw clenched so tightly her teeth have already begun to hurt.   Why?   Was it not obvious?   Was Utavel so blind that she couldn’t see what this farce had done?   Kurisu’s chest is filled with an aching fire and she feels herself burning from the inside out,   feels herself crumbling to ash under the duress of a fury that she had felt only once before.

                        “Why?   Do you have any idea how it feels?   Did you ever stop to think about what your actions do to others?   What they’ve done to me?   Do you even care?”   She lifts her gaze to meet Utavel’s and a hint of regret touches her heart at the sight of tears.   She brushes it away.   Was it not deserved?   Did she not have the right to her anger and disdain?   Utavel had hurt her.   Had taken a pure love and gutted it,   left only a thin shell of what had once been strong and flourishing.   It was no different than what her father had done.

                        “Do you think you can just do whatever you want without consequence?”   Her shoulders begin to shake as the emotions she’d kept buried all this time threaten to boil over.   “I cared about you!   I loved you!   And you used me!”   She can feel her own eyes getting wetter by the second but she doesn’t care.   “I’m only here now because you stood to gain something,   isn’t that right?   You never wanted me,   you just wanted to feel like you were good enough to be cared about,   and it doesn’t matter to you who you get that from,   does it?”

                        Kurisu straightens her back and meets Utavel’s gaze with a stare so unflinching she may as well be a painting.   The emotion has left her,   leaving nothing but a cold resolve.   She had been hurt enough,   she would stand for it no more.   Chestnut hair flutters delicately through the air as she turns away.   Utavel doesn’t deserve her time anymore.   Maybe she never did.

                        “Stop pitying yourself and be better.”

[exitiumsuum]

DND/Fantasy AU

send me an AU and i’ll tell you 5 of my headcanons for it | Accepting

I actually have a generic sort of fantasy AU that @ferventsilence and I have been plotting around for a WHILE. I also have another that’s also fantasy, but set in feudal Japan instead of western Europe that I’ve plotted out with @tertiaxdecima! But I can talk about that one later if someone else asks. I’m not sure how well either would work in a more strict “D&D” setting though. The one I have with Shin is super cliche but it’s fun, so WHATEVS.

1) This AU is set in a world where all magic is now highly feared and misunderstood after a cataclysmic event that happened only a few centuries prior with dark mages and the god Unicron. As such, people who exhibit magical affinity are highly prejudiced against, even if their magic isn’t rooted in darker sources. The severity of that prejudice varies from kingdom to kingdom, though the largest is the oppressive empire of the Primes. (Several kings who came together to form an empire they all govern and exert their power by force)

2) Megs is a former soldier/knight equivalent turned prisoner of war after the kingdom he lived in was conquered by the Primes. He was forced into hard, manual slave labor.

3) Megs is not a magic user, or have magical affinity, however he finds a very young, orphaned Soundwave, who is discovered to be a mage. He takes him in, and raises him regardless, keeping him safe from mage hunters.

4) They meet Elita, an elven noble woman, who was in an arranged marriage with a Senator for political reasons. Turns out she, like most elves, is also a mage. She helps Soundwave learn to manage her powers and she and Megs establish a relationship.

5) At one point Megs actually dies in the revolution to overthrow the Primes, but is resurrected by a mage healer. This opens the door for him to be possessed and used as a vessel for Unicron when he returns. HOORAY.

[hornedpandeiros]

( Hello! I hope you really enjoy JJBA! It's a series that's spurred me on to further indulge in crazy, outlandish, and powerful muses of my own and has some of the most fascinating design, coloration, and music accompaniment that I've had in a media format in a long time and I'm really glad to see you enjoying it too! I hope you like what the rest of the series holds for you! ( and happy holidays! ))

Aaaa hello!! YESSSS I’m loving all of the visual flourish it has to offer and studying it has been a lot of fun!! It’s also inspiring me to reinvent the way I approach fights (even as early as part 1 there’s so much MOTIVATION behind every move it’s awesome) and I’m looking forward to complete it!! 

Thanks for this message, it was incredibly sweet of you!!! Happy holidays as well!