— 𝙏𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙒𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝
@ofdragonblood.bsky.social
❝𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭?❞
PFP BY TT-VISIONS.
Mun is 21+.
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PFP BY TT-VISIONS.
Mun is 21+.
Brought to you by #SʏᴍʙɪᴏᴛɪᴄRᴀɢᴇ
Pinned
Instead of trying anything aggressive, the male just sat down nearby, one of his own weapons appearing in his hands.
A simple katana, one made of a golden material as he unsheathed it, its sheath made out of scales.
He pulled a rag from his pouch, beginning to clean the weapon. The golden +
A simple katana, one made of a golden material as he unsheathed it, its sheath made out of scales.
He pulled a rag from his pouch, beginning to clean the weapon. The golden +
Pyrrha, unbothered by the noises of those around her, finished the song she'd been humming and stopped wiping Milo's blade for a moment. She lifted him gently in the gentle glow of the city's lights, her bright green optics scanning over the shining blade, inspecting her own work. Seemingly +
+
His ears twitched at the sound of a sword being cleaned, his hypersensitive hearing picking up on it, so he made his way over, looking at her weapon.
He wouldn't reveal that he knew who she was yet. . .he understood the need for secrecy.
"A fine weapon you have there, lass. . ."
His ears twitched at the sound of a sword being cleaned, his hypersensitive hearing picking up on it, so he made his way over, looking at her weapon.
He wouldn't reveal that he knew who she was yet. . .he understood the need for secrecy.
"A fine weapon you have there, lass. . ."
May 29, 2025 at 3:04 PM
Instead of trying anything aggressive, the male just sat down nearby, one of his own weapons appearing in his hands.
A simple katana, one made of a golden material as he unsheathed it, its sheath made out of scales.
He pulled a rag from his pouch, beginning to clean the weapon. The golden +
A simple katana, one made of a golden material as he unsheathed it, its sheath made out of scales.
He pulled a rag from his pouch, beginning to clean the weapon. The golden +
"aye, it heals all, even if the injury is old and has lingering pain, it will heal it."
to demonstrate, he pulled a dagger out from a sheath, proceeding to cut his own arm before casting a healing spell.
the cut, which was deep, glowed faintly as the muscle and skin moved, beginning +
to demonstrate, he pulled a dagger out from a sheath, proceeding to cut his own arm before casting a healing spell.
the cut, which was deep, glowed faintly as the muscle and skin moved, beginning +
bathed in the golden light, the general’s honey eyes softened slightly. healing magic… something like that could’ve helped her back in Quincy. but she wouldn’t spiral again—not over all the things she 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 done but didn’t.
" that… actually heals .ᐣ to what extent .ᐣ "
" that… actually heals .ᐣ to what extent .ᐣ "
the dovahkiin just offered a kind smile, he understood the distrust, he really did.
"the magicka i control chills the air around my hand, allowing me to direct the flow of it."
he said, looking at the golden energy swirling around his hand.
"this spell in my hand is part of the restoration +
"the magicka i control chills the air around my hand, allowing me to direct the flow of it."
he said, looking at the golden energy swirling around his hand.
"this spell in my hand is part of the restoration +
May 7, 2025 at 2:51 AM
"aye, it heals all, even if the injury is old and has lingering pain, it will heal it."
to demonstrate, he pulled a dagger out from a sheath, proceeding to cut his own arm before casting a healing spell.
the cut, which was deep, glowed faintly as the muscle and skin moved, beginning +
to demonstrate, he pulled a dagger out from a sheath, proceeding to cut his own arm before casting a healing spell.
the cut, which was deep, glowed faintly as the muscle and skin moved, beginning +
the dovahkiin just offered a kind smile, he understood the distrust, he really did.
"the magicka i control chills the air around my hand, allowing me to direct the flow of it."
he said, looking at the golden energy swirling around his hand.
"this spell in my hand is part of the restoration +
"the magicka i control chills the air around my hand, allowing me to direct the flow of it."
he said, looking at the golden energy swirling around his hand.
"this spell in my hand is part of the restoration +
" I've seen many strange things, but nothing like that. " right now, she missed the rifle in her hands. the wasteland teaches you never to trust anyone. and those powers seemed dangerous.
" well, back then, before the war, we had refrigerators. Those could create ice. how… do you do it .ᐣ "
" well, back then, before the war, we had refrigerators. Those could create ice. how… do you do it .ᐣ "
"hmm? oh, no, just gifted in the arcane arts."
he said, holding a hand up as it ignited on fire, then shifted to lighting, then to frost, and then to a soft gold energy."
"where i'm from, magicka is common. . .is it not here?"
he said, holding a hand up as it ignited on fire, then shifted to lighting, then to frost, and then to a soft gold energy."
"where i'm from, magicka is common. . .is it not here?"
May 7, 2025 at 2:17 AM
the dovahkiin just offered a kind smile, he understood the distrust, he really did.
"the magicka i control chills the air around my hand, allowing me to direct the flow of it."
he said, looking at the golden energy swirling around his hand.
"this spell in my hand is part of the restoration +
"the magicka i control chills the air around my hand, allowing me to direct the flow of it."
he said, looking at the golden energy swirling around his hand.
"this spell in my hand is part of the restoration +
"hmm? oh, no, just gifted in the arcane arts."
he said, holding a hand up as it ignited on fire, then shifted to lighting, then to frost, and then to a soft gold energy."
"where i'm from, magicka is common. . .is it not here?"
he said, holding a hand up as it ignited on fire, then shifted to lighting, then to frost, and then to a soft gold energy."
"where i'm from, magicka is common. . .is it not here?"
" and it’s been far too long since anyone called me that. "
to the world, she was the General—too accustomed to functioning within hierarchies, perhaps. lost in thought, until she… noticed what his hands were doing.
" ... please tell me you’re 𝗻𝗼𝘁 radioactive. "
to the world, she was the General—too accustomed to functioning within hierarchies, perhaps. lost in thought, until she… noticed what his hands were doing.
" ... please tell me you’re 𝗻𝗼𝘁 radioactive. "
"well, I have an amazing sense of humor, lass."
he said, his grin turning into a smile as he hummed in thought, pulling a bottle of mead from his bag and using frost magic to chill it.
"been far too long since i've met someone with good humor."
he said, his grin turning into a smile as he hummed in thought, pulling a bottle of mead from his bag and using frost magic to chill it.
"been far too long since i've met someone with good humor."
May 7, 2025 at 1:59 AM
"hmm? oh, no, just gifted in the arcane arts."
he said, holding a hand up as it ignited on fire, then shifted to lighting, then to frost, and then to a soft gold energy."
"where i'm from, magicka is common. . .is it not here?"
he said, holding a hand up as it ignited on fire, then shifted to lighting, then to frost, and then to a soft gold energy."
"where i'm from, magicka is common. . .is it not here?"
"well, I have an amazing sense of humor, lass."
he said, his grin turning into a smile as he hummed in thought, pulling a bottle of mead from his bag and using frost magic to chill it.
"been far too long since i've met someone with good humor."
he said, his grin turning into a smile as he hummed in thought, pulling a bottle of mead from his bag and using frost magic to chill it.
"been far too long since i've met someone with good humor."
the general’s lips twitched a little, and she looked away exhaling softly through her nose—the closest thing to a laugh one would ever hear from her.
" all my jokes are good. though, for now, only you and my daughter seem to find them amusing. "
" all my jokes are good. though, for now, only you and my daughter seem to find them amusing. "
he was silent for a moment before he snorted, followed soon by full-blown laughter.
"oh, by the nine, that was a good one."
he said, nodding his head with a wide grin.
"oh, by the nine, that was a good one."
he said, nodding his head with a wide grin.
May 7, 2025 at 1:45 AM
"well, I have an amazing sense of humor, lass."
he said, his grin turning into a smile as he hummed in thought, pulling a bottle of mead from his bag and using frost magic to chill it.
"been far too long since i've met someone with good humor."
he said, his grin turning into a smile as he hummed in thought, pulling a bottle of mead from his bag and using frost magic to chill it.
"been far too long since i've met someone with good humor."
he was silent for a moment before he snorted, followed soon by full-blown laughter.
"oh, by the nine, that was a good one."
he said, nodding his head with a wide grin.
"oh, by the nine, that was a good one."
he said, nodding his head with a wide grin.
she leaned on the bar, cheek resting on gloved her hand.
" 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦—𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 " she whispered the word, raising her eyebrows.
" 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦—𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 " she whispered the word, raising her eyebrows.
"most notice the fangs before they notice the canines."
he said, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned against the counter, looking at her.
"hmm. . .don't know, what do ya call it?"
he asked, a grin on his face as he raised a brow upwards in curiosity.
he said, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned against the counter, looking at her.
"hmm. . .don't know, what do ya call it?"
he asked, a grin on his face as he raised a brow upwards in curiosity.
May 7, 2025 at 1:25 AM
he was silent for a moment before he snorted, followed soon by full-blown laughter.
"oh, by the nine, that was a good one."
he said, nodding his head with a wide grin.
"oh, by the nine, that was a good one."
he said, nodding his head with a wide grin.
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Name 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐀
Age: 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
Ethnicity: 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂/𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐄
𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐃‼️
Age: 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
Ethnicity: 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂/𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐄
𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐃‼️
November 6, 2024 at 10:52 PM
Name 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐀
Age: 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
Ethnicity: 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂/𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐄
𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐃‼️
Age: 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
Ethnicity: 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂/𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐄
𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐃‼️
. . .Sneezes out a bolt of lightning.
". . .Oops-."
". . .Oops-."
December 18, 2024 at 6:49 PM
. . .Sneezes out a bolt of lightning.
". . .Oops-."
". . .Oops-."
"fair enough, lass!" he called out over the sounds of their battle, his blue eyes glowing brighter with power.
he knew that she was not of these lands. . .her magic gave her away in that regard.
taking a deep breath, his pupils turned into narrow slits.
"𝙔𝙤𝙡. . .𝙏𝙊𝙊𝙍 𝙎𝙃𝙐𝙇!!!" he shouted, +
he knew that she was not of these lands. . .her magic gave her away in that regard.
taking a deep breath, his pupils turned into narrow slits.
"𝙔𝙤𝙡. . .𝙏𝙊𝙊𝙍 𝙎𝙃𝙐𝙇!!!" he shouted, +
December 17, 2024 at 4:11 PM
"fair enough, lass!" he called out over the sounds of their battle, his blue eyes glowing brighter with power.
he knew that she was not of these lands. . .her magic gave her away in that regard.
taking a deep breath, his pupils turned into narrow slits.
"𝙔𝙤𝙡. . .𝙏𝙊𝙊𝙍 𝙎𝙃𝙐𝙇!!!" he shouted, +
he knew that she was not of these lands. . .her magic gave her away in that regard.
taking a deep breath, his pupils turned into narrow slits.
"𝙔𝙤𝙡. . .𝙏𝙊𝙊𝙍 𝙎𝙃𝙐𝙇!!!" he shouted, +
He has a dagger sticking out of his shoulder, but he's just. . .calmly reading a book.
December 17, 2024 at 5:51 AM
He has a dagger sticking out of his shoulder, but he's just. . .calmly reading a book.
<— definitely not on the nice list (at least he thinks he isn't) and he is totally fine with that!
December 17, 2024 at 1:18 AM
<— definitely not on the nice list (at least he thinks he isn't) and he is totally fine with that!
"no, these draugrs have no connection to me."
he said, coming beside her with his sword drawn, pointing it at the masked wraith.
"but that dragon priest there controls 'em, kill that one, they all fall."
he informed, his blue eyes glowing with power as his sword, Trueflame, ignited in +
he said, coming beside her with his sword drawn, pointing it at the masked wraith.
"but that dragon priest there controls 'em, kill that one, they all fall."
he informed, his blue eyes glowing with power as his sword, Trueflame, ignited in +
December 16, 2024 at 10:51 PM
"no, these draugrs have no connection to me."
he said, coming beside her with his sword drawn, pointing it at the masked wraith.
"but that dragon priest there controls 'em, kill that one, they all fall."
he informed, his blue eyes glowing with power as his sword, Trueflame, ignited in +
he said, coming beside her with his sword drawn, pointing it at the masked wraith.
"but that dragon priest there controls 'em, kill that one, they all fall."
he informed, his blue eyes glowing with power as his sword, Trueflame, ignited in +
SʏᴍʙɪᴏᴛɪᴄRᴀɢᴇ❗️💢
Shamelessly stolen bc I wanna flesh out Torden more than I did on X—
Shamelessly stolen bc I wanna flesh out Torden more than I did on X—
December 16, 2024 at 10:06 PM
SʏᴍʙɪᴏᴛɪᴄRᴀɢᴇ❗️💢
Shamelessly stolen bc I wanna flesh out Torden more than I did on X—
Shamelessly stolen bc I wanna flesh out Torden more than I did on X—
The Dovahkiin was no stranger to technology due to his traveling of the realms. However, he's quite new to the concept of movies. . .
He's currently watching 'Home Alone' and enjoying it.
He's currently watching 'Home Alone' and enjoying it.
December 16, 2024 at 6:56 AM
The Dovahkiin was no stranger to technology due to his traveling of the realms. However, he's quite new to the concept of movies. . .
He's currently watching 'Home Alone' and enjoying it.
He's currently watching 'Home Alone' and enjoying it.
Reposted by — 𝙏𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙒𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝
ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ
ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀. . .
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀
ɪ’ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏ 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀.
ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ
ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀. . .
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀
ɪ’ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏ 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀.
December 6, 2024 at 9:38 PM
ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ
ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀. . .
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀
ɪ’ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏ 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀.
ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ
ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀. . .
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀
ɪ’ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏ 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀.
Torden Wulfharth, the Last Dovahkiin, Hero of Tamriel, blah blah blah. . .
He's forgotten half of his titles over the many years he's been alive, but the experiences stuck with him, carved into his mind.
Although new to this realm, he had done his homework, learning of Pyrrha Nikos, +
He's forgotten half of his titles over the many years he's been alive, but the experiences stuck with him, carved into his mind.
Although new to this realm, he had done his homework, learning of Pyrrha Nikos, +
Pyrrha Nikos. . . a girl who supposedly died. A girl who would be forever known as the Invincible Girl— truly, if the world discovered her survival in the Fall of Beacon. A young lady who once believed that 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 was everything— she'd believed she had a purpose, one that had been proven
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December 15, 2024 at 6:41 PM
Torden Wulfharth, the Last Dovahkiin, Hero of Tamriel, blah blah blah. . .
He's forgotten half of his titles over the many years he's been alive, but the experiences stuck with him, carved into his mind.
Although new to this realm, he had done his homework, learning of Pyrrha Nikos, +
He's forgotten half of his titles over the many years he's been alive, but the experiences stuck with him, carved into his mind.
Although new to this realm, he had done his homework, learning of Pyrrha Nikos, +
The sound of a tree falling echoed through the otherwise peaceful forest, snow crunching under the weight of the Dovahkiin as he effortlessly picked the tree up and carried it on his shoulder.
Ah, Saturalia, the Dovahkiin's favorite holiday! The time of giving and spreading joy and laughter to +
Ah, Saturalia, the Dovahkiin's favorite holiday! The time of giving and spreading joy and laughter to +
December 15, 2024 at 6:31 AM
The sound of a tree falling echoed through the otherwise peaceful forest, snow crunching under the weight of the Dovahkiin as he effortlessly picked the tree up and carried it on his shoulder.
Ah, Saturalia, the Dovahkiin's favorite holiday! The time of giving and spreading joy and laughter to +
Ah, Saturalia, the Dovahkiin's favorite holiday! The time of giving and spreading joy and laughter to +
He's crawling out of a pile of snow, yawning as he did so.
Did. . .did he sleep in a pile of snow–?
Did. . .did he sleep in a pile of snow–?
December 13, 2024 at 9:22 PM
He's crawling out of a pile of snow, yawning as he did so.
Did. . .did he sleep in a pile of snow–?
Did. . .did he sleep in a pile of snow–?
Reposted by — 𝙏𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙒𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝
“ 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔. ”
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—— More information below.
a cartoon character with red hair and a shield .
Alt: A redheaded girl with green eyes, dressed in armour turning around while holding a shield.
Show: RWBY.
Character: Pyrrha Nikos.
media.tenor.com
December 13, 2024 at 5:40 PM
“ 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔. ”
—— More information below.
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❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐮'𝐮𝐦. . .𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫.❞
December 13, 2024 at 4:40 AM
❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐮'𝐮𝐦. . .𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫.❞