#on computer

[aloeverawyvren]

Guess who has Minecraft now bitchesssssssss

[fishcrow]

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[ask-the-royals]

(This was about Dmitri being okay with being called Pa or other variations of “dad”. It was just too good to not use for this introduction)

Dmitri scoffed slightly. His mahogany eyes flickered with minor uncertainty but as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared. “King Petrov great. Sure, he’s not around sometimes, but that’s because he works a lot! Your father probably does the same.” He said with the tiniest bit of hesitance and only seemed to grow nervous as Hubert flashed an unreadable glance in his direction. Knowing that something was unknown was terrifying, in a way. And that look Hubert gave was, at the very least, nerve-wracking from Dmitri’s lack of knowledge in whatever emotion Hubert was feeling. 

Drogo flashed a glance in Dmitri’s direction too. He knew Damien was more than a ‘piece of work’ after all. He’s lived more than long enough to know that. To Dmitri, Drogo’s silence was deafening. The man loved to talk, after all.

“What’s with all the fuckin’ looks?” Dmitri asked with a quirked eyebrow. “It’s true! King Petrov is great.”

“Well...” Hubert awkwardly hummed and cleared his throat. However, before he could comment further, there was a sudden loud BANG that sounded near the entrance to the room. 

The door was swung open and slammed against the wall behind it as it was forced open, revealing a towering, daunting man. His body was extremely muscular as his clothing couldn’t hide his defined features, and his messy, unkempt deep black hair was strewn unceremoniously over his head. His eyes of dark mahogany focused on the people in the room, his stare relentless and menacing as-is. Sparks crackled along his body from electricity as he stalked into the room, standing at five inches past six feet. 

Taller than Dearil.

Damien possessed a large mustache and thick beard that covered his chin with graying beard of black. He bore a large dark-colored cape that complemented the red attire he wore, with crimson swirls that were sewn into the fabric at his shoulders. A red dragon crest design was sewn into the interior of the cape that whisked behind him, as red as blazing fire that would threaten to consume anyone in the room.

“Good evening, sir-” Drogo attempted to be friendly towards the king but was quickly hushed with a lifted hand by the taller man.

“Silence, mongrel.” Damien snarled sharply, his voice rough and etched with a lethal venom. If a voice could be sharp enough to impale someone, surely his would’ve killed Drogo just then. “Do not speak unless spoken to.” 

Drogo winced and stepped back a bit submissively. He kept his eyes on Damien, not submissive enough to lower his gaze to the ground, even as Damien made direct eye contact with him.

Damien kept making his way over to Hubert and Dmitri, his steps slow and lengthy like a stalking predator. His sharpened eyes fixated upon Hubert and Dmitri, the way Dmitri was leaned against the other prince sickened him. Just from Damien’s angered stare, Hubert swallowed roughly and shifted away from Dmitri, sliding off of the bed and awkwardly stepping away.

(Damien Petrov is now available for asks! Unfortunately.)

[concha-fu]

I wasn’t able to finish it

[ask-karamemetsu-memetsuno]

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[riverbabey]

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[trembledbones]

i forgot i drew a little me in art class on the computer the other day. so here you guys go, a little representation as to what i look like in drawing form!