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I did the thing :3c
flamesofblack
YES GOOD MORE BLACKFLIGHTS
“Don’t get too excited, darling. You might accidentally look as if you care.”
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morebarkthanbite
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“Don’t get me wrong, darling. These are ‘pretty’, but I like you so much better when you’re painted in hatred and rage. Have I not stirred up enough trouble to infuriate you, lately? Perhaps that’s a situation we should change.”
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flamesofblack
“What is a future king of the world without an appropriately fitting queen of darkness?”
Anonymous asked:
what's the backstory behind your dragon character?
Ha. Ha....hah.
Uh.
WELP. The truth is, she doesn’t really have a specific backstory. All I really have for her is that she survived the extermination of the Black Flight by immersing herself in her guise within the Sin’dorei capital. She’s been in hiding for decades just waiting for the opportunity to show her true face, complete with teeth.
Malevion ( flamesofblack ) provides that opportunity. Despite the fact that he’s quite possibly more demented than she is, her prime consort commands a certain power and is, in her opinion, her best bet for seeing the Black Flight rise and take their rightful places as rulers over the ‘lesser beings’. It would be a cruel reign, indeed.
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Reblog this post if your character is a dragon.
Please include the following in your reblog: Character Name/Server/Faction/FLIGHT, @tumblr Ex. Spyro/Wyrmrest Accord/Horde/Bronze, @sheepnommer
This text should be placed ahead of any comment so that your entry will be seen when I go to collect the information.
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Cliaricia Dawnglory (Cliastrasza)/ Wyrmrest Accord / Horde / Red / cliadawnglory
Veliyn Ambersong (Seethia) / Wyrmrest Accord / Horde / Black / @obsidiandream
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Anonymous asked:
I think @flamesofblack especially needs some love from the Pink Dragonflight :D :D :D Don't be grumpy little Black Dragon!
No grumpy little dragons allowed! Here, have some cupcakes and sparkles from your cousins in the Pink Flight, flamesofblack!
“….Well, well, well. This is adorable, Malevion. Had another upset with one of your experiments, did you?”
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Hey folks! It’s about to be time for commissions to be open again! I’ll officially be back in the saddle March 2nd! In anticipation of that, I’d like to offer a free art raffle in order to get my name out there and get this circulating!
So, here’s what you got to do! -Reblog! That’s it! One person will be chosen for a full body, full background, colored picture of a single character of their choice! Please make sure your asks boxes are open and/or you look out for a tag once it’s done! I will announce the winner on the 1st! I will have an approval sketch done by the 2nd, and the art completed by the 3rd! Good luck!
My website and commission Information: http://metronova.weebly.com/
I will be announcing, closer to time when I will be officially taking orders! Keep in mind there may only be certain slots available! I appreciate y’all’s interest and support!
Previous raffle winner arts:
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[bonus street jokes on Facebook]
deaderafterdark
It’s like they are speaking to my soul.
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flamesofblack
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Anonymous asked:
"I've got my eye on you, darling... Tread carefully."
Her left hand, shaky as usual, decided to start shaking a bit more at the subtle threat.
"I will tread as I like." She spoke in return, her tone holding firm.
flamesofblack
"Oooh, this is so familiar… Where have I seen this before? Oh yes.. This is exactly… What darling little Lunastrasza once did… before I shattered her. I wonder, how long you can last, my fiery little red…” He smiled slowly, narrowing his eyes at her, slowly flashing her his deceivingly charming smile, complete with pointed fangs, while yellow eyes flashed with excitement for a moment. "Tell me… What sort’ve lungs do you have on you? Can you scream well, darling…?"
amarastrasza
The shakiness of her war wound was a lovely giveaway to her fear. Sure, she’d been beaten down and threatened tons of times, but Luna? Well shit. It’s not like she knew her clutchsister that well, but she did know she was strong. Stronger than her. And if he apparently… ‘shattered’ her… well. This isn’t looking pretty.
"Who are you." She hissed, eyes flicking about as she tried to keep composure. Fake it till you make it right?
flamesofblack
"Who am I? What a darling little question… I’m your master to be, dearest… I’m one who was and will be your once and future king. I’m the prodigy, of the remaining children of the Warder of Earth… The one that will restore my brothers and sisters to their former glory…"
He circled her all the while as he spoke, grinning wickedly. Dark, slick hair fell down the sides of his pale and slender face— dark bag eyes and a slow, careful tred seemed to hint that the ‘Elf’ wasn’t nearly as powerful as he was playing off— in fact, he looked a little bit sickly.
He paused behind her and leaned in to murmur into her ear. “… I’m the one that will make the battle of Grim Batol look like a paradise, sweetling..” A massive pair of wings, onyx scales chipped and tattered decorating it’s span suddenly burst forth, for a moment, stretching out and expanding and then promptly folding back into his spine, grinning wide.
“… But you can call me… Malevion.”
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Anonymous asked:
Dear dark-haired babe. We should totally bang sometime. I figure because of all that assassin training fuckery you probably can't get all clingy and shit, which is good. Oh and stop fucking with my tools. I swear the next time my 9/16ths drop-forged isn't exactly where I left it I'm. Well I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do but it isn't going to be pretty. Love, the coolest motherfucker you know. P.S. where the fuck have you been? P.P.S. where the fuck has Vie been? P.P.P.S. nice ass.
The petite woman looked over the ‘eloquently’ worded letter, she knew who exactly it was from, only one person would write such things to her. Only one person would mention her toying with tools- if only he knew what she really did with them. For now she would just keep up the facade of the game of putting them in odd places to torment him. There was a light blush though, as she read through the first two sentences, the crudeness of the statements, while more than likely right on point, were enough to make this inexperienced woman blush.
She gave a small shake of her head from one of the many seats inn she had found to stay for the night, how he had managed to find a courier that could track her down, she would likely never know. Leather-clad finger tips rapped along the table near the creased parchment that she had received, brows furrowing in thought before she pulled out a sack and reached in. From there she produced several items, blank parchment, a bottle of ink, and a quill.
Digits clasped together and stretched up and above her head, palms stretched towards the ceiling. Slowly they descended back down and pried open the bottle of ink, then a slink over to the quill which was subsequently dipped into the ink. Then the real task at hand came to pass in the candle light: Writing the reply.
Dear ‘Cool’ Motherfucker with fun tools,
'We should totally bang sometime' - bang is not a term I would normally qualify for such activities, but if it falls within our agreement, then perhaps we could 'bang' sometime. However, just because I have all these killer instincts does not mean I do not want to learn- not that I want to learn to be clingy or anything. So, you are correct in assuming that such would not occur. Just we both need to remember our agreement.
As for your tools, I thought you enjoyed my little game of ‘Where the fuck did she put it?!’ I know I certainly do. The look of frustration is satisfying to see on your features and the aggravated tossing of EVERY tool just to find that one. Perhaps, I do enjoy a little chaos in my life.
I am guessing based on this letter, you are in fact missing my presence in your garage fucking with the very tools you threatened repercussions for. Which admittedly part of me is glad that I have made such an impression on you, not used to being missed by others.
Odd for me to add such a signature, but I suppose I should return in kind to yours.
Love,
Your Fucking Amazing Assassin-y Friend.
P.S. and P.P.S. I have been out trying to gather intel on Vie, I was actually looking to finally get some ink done.
P.P.P.S. What?
With one last flourish of a question mark the quill was set down. She lifted the parchment and began to blow on the ink, helping it dry faster before she folded it into offset thirds. She pulled the candle from the the center of the table and tilted it, letting the melted wax fall onto the opening of the folded parchment. Using a knuckle she pressed down, flattening it and sealing the letter. She flipped it over and reached for the quill once more writing just a name:
Kanderyon Duskrunner
She waved the Innkeeper over and gave some coins to the woman and handed her the sealed parchment "Get this to a courier if you would, whatever is leftover of the money is yours to keep for your trouble- And don’t think of NOT sending this letter, I will know if it does not reach it’s destination and then there will be a very bloody trail to find out if you took all the money for yourself." she flashed the now obviously frightened woman a smirk before leaning back and tugging her mug from the table, pulling the rim to her lips to take a good chug of the local grog, feet propping up and crossing at the ankles, the vision of leisure.
I love this
Because wrong blog fuck fuck fuck
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Anonymous asked:
Dear dark-haired babe. We should totally bang sometime. I figure because of all that assassin training fuckery you probably can't get all clingy and shit, which is good. Oh and stop fucking with my tools. I swear the next time my 9/16ths drop-forged isn't exactly where I left it I'm. Well I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do but it isn't going to be pretty. Love, the coolest motherfucker you know. P.S. where the fuck have you been? P.P.S. where the fuck has Vie been? P.P.P.S. nice ass.
The petite woman looked over the ‘eloquently’ worded letter, she knew who exactly it was from, only one person would write such things to her. Only one person would mention her toying with tools- if only he knew what she really did with them. For now she would just keep up the facade of the game of putting them in odd places to torment him. There was a light blush though, as she read through the first two sentences, the crudeness of the statements, while more than likely right on point, were enough to make this inexperienced woman blush.
She gave a small shake of her head from one of the many seats inn she had found to stay for the night, how he had managed to find a courier that could track her down, she would likely never know. Leather-clad finger tips rapped along the table near the creased parchment that she had received, brows furrowing in thought before she pulled out a sack and reached in. From there she produced several items, blank parchment, a bottle of ink, and a quill.
Digits clasped together and stretched up and above her head, palms stretched towards the ceiling. Slowly they descended back down and pried open the bottle of ink, then a slink over to the quill which was subsequently dipped into the ink. Then the real task at hand came to pass in the candle light: Writing the reply.
Dear ‘Cool’ Motherfucker with fun tools,
'We should totally bang sometime' - bang is not a term I would normally qualify for such activities, but if it falls within our agreement, then perhaps we could 'bang' sometime. However, just because I have all these killer instincts does not mean I do not want to learn- not that I want to learn to be clingy or anything. So, you are correct in assuming that such would not occur. Just we both need to remember our agreement.
As for your tools, I thought you enjoyed my little game of ‘Where the fuck did she put it?!’ I know I certainly do. The look of frustration is satisfying to see on your features and the aggravated tossing of EVERY tool just to find that one. Perhaps, I do enjoy a little chaos in my life.
I am guessing based on this letter, you are in fact missing my presence in your garage fucking with the very tools you threatened repercussions for. Which admittedly part of me is glad that I have made such an impression on you, not used to being missed by others.
Odd for me to add such a signature, but I suppose I should return in kind to yours.
Love,
Your Fucking Amazing Assassin-y Friend.
P.S. and P.P.S. I have been out trying to gather intel on Vie, I was actually looking to finally get some ink done.
P.P.P.S. What?
With one last flourish of a question mark the quill was set down. She lifted the parchment and began to blow on the ink, helping it dry faster before she folded it into offset thirds. She pulled the candle from the the center of the table and tilted it, letting the melted wax fall onto the opening of the folded parchment. Using a knuckle she pressed down, flattening it and sealing the letter. She flipped it over and reached for the quill once more writing just a name:
Kanderyon Duskrunner
She waved the Innkeeper over and gave some coins to the woman and handed her the sealed parchment "Get this to a courier if you would, whatever is leftover of the money is yours to keep for your trouble- And don’t think of NOT sending this letter, I will know if it does not reach it’s destination and then there will be a very bloody trail to find out if you took all the money for yourself." she flashed the now obviously frightened woman a smirk before leaning back and tugging her mug from the table, pulling the rim to her lips to take a good chug of the local grog, feet propping up and crossing at the ankles, the vision of leisure.
I love this
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Hnnnng