#undawn

[checkyourasianbias]

oh hey, more obscure video game shout-out, but may I suggest basically every Asian person involved in the Dragongate plotline from Undawn? Azura in particular, I mean she's already a Dragon Lady but she also had literally the lightest eyes ever? That plotline was so fucking orientalist/sinephobic and I HATE that you go up literally 3-4 levels if you play it when it's so hard/takes so long to level up any other way.

for the DTIYS, I meant, sorry if I didn't specify

I have no idea what's going on, but this game has to be very obscure because I had to search various combinations of her name with the game and she's still not showing up 😭 I'm so sorry! If anyone else has pictures of her I could totally add them but it's such a shame because she seems like she would be an excellent candidate for this challenge

[hannahbananuuh]

qtie netong character ko sa Undawn. sana pwede ko pa siya ma-customize kapag nakasettle na ako sa game. hirap kasi ako minsan magshift sa iba na pwede at kaya ko naman laruin. loyal yarn? HAHAHAHAHA

[suifudo]

Killing zombies?

No 🫰🏼 we're killing this look

[krohft]

❨ ​𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 ❩ ↷ @undawn​ .

When the sirens finally stopped , Lara stepped out of the crevice into a smattering of loose rocks and dirt . The valley below looked sullen in the afternoon light ; still , even , as though her roudy entrance had already been forgotten . Good . The sooner those cultists wrote her off , the better .

❝ Are you all right ? ❞ Throwing a passing glance over her shoulder , the archaeologist allowed herself a deep breath . Her shoulder ached where she'd struck stone in her clumsy descent , but all the parts worked . ❝ I thought I saw you hit your head back there . ❞ 

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[daezprumia]

when you and ur bestie get matching build-a-bears 

[murkyhazed-hasmoved]

@undawn​   liked for thena.

               ❝   it   cannot   be   stopped.      it   WON’T   be   stopped.      better   to   PERISH   NOW   swift   and   painless,   than   to   suffer   the   AGONY   of   the   oncoming   storm.   ❞      eyes   are   glazed   over,   SHE   IS   NOT   HERSELF.      the   mahd   wy’ry   has   set   in,   and   the   warrior   will   not   REST   until   the   suffering   of   eternal   and   human   alike   has   ended.

[velvetipped-a]

identity,     @undawn​     ;       liked for a starter.

                        -  “  i don’t care if you’re the devil, the second coming of christ or madonna . . . “  the lack of bother in her tone is rife.  she flicks the end of her burning cigarette into her ashtray,  glancing towards it briefly to watch the ash brush away.  “ there’s nothing you could say to me that could possibly pique my interest. “  and when she lifts her gaze back towards the other,  her lips are slightly pursed.  “ i don’t like to be interrupted quite so late into the evening. “  not by unwelcome strangers, anyway. 

[sanctuhs]

MABEL   /   CURRENTLY ACCEPTING .

it is a retrograde of sorts that causes him to halt,    a momentary regression,    this enormity of their encounter.    it is a kind of mutual haunting.    where he stands,    covert wings heavy with an inkling,    he is merely statuesque.    michael looks straight ahead,    as if beyond her,    eyes unfocused in thought.

@undawn​​​​ says :  you are familiar and strange at the same time.

      ❝    as are you.    ❞       he replies curtly then,    and shifts his weight atop the cane in hand    ;    like sword lodged in stone,    seemingly drawing within the ground an invisible divide between them.    the golden head catches the early sun’s bright attention filtered through windows,    reflecting light against the rows of dusty tomes surrounding them,    though it very well might just be the gravity of her presence.    he looks to her once more,    tone almost akin jest,      ❝  perhaps we’ve met in a dream.  ❞