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vacantvisage · 5 months

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Forgot about WIP Wednesday, here’s various fic wips under cut:

Oathbound Sequel to Oathsworn, various vignettes of Yuta (Tav) and Zevlor's relationship during Act 3

Yuta may not have the right words to describe his unease, but Zevlor knew it all too well. It was a shared feeling. Yuta had no comparison, so his tadpole sought it out in Zevlor. A hand reaching. Something beloved turned wretched. Betrayal. Grief. Yuta felt betrayed by his mother. Abandoned by her. She should have loved him. Cared for him. Protected him. The second sun of Elturel, the Companion, was a symbol of the protectors of the city, turned black as everything was dragged into the Styx. Yuta’s jaw trembled. Zevlor’s hands shivered. They met each other’s gaze. They shared something few ever could. Zevlor crawled to Yuta, whose gaze fell to the floor, frosty eyes brimmed red as they welled dewdrop tears, and pulled him into a tight, warm embrace. Yuta clung to him, claws digging into his tough soldier’s shoulders. Zevlor chewed his own cheek, face wet with tears hidden in Yuta’s soft, black hair. Their tadpoles nestled neatly, satisfied.

Oathtower Zevlor/Rolan - Zevlor tries to apologize for his transgressions. Rolan is quick to anger but his siblings convince him to help the disgraced Paladin.

“You were supposed to be a hero,” Rolan scorned. “And now? What, drink yourself to death out of guilt for your own damn mistakes? Can’t even be bothered to join the Watch or the Fist?” “I’m not a Rider, anymore, Rolan.” Zevlor didn’t look at him. His shoulders dropped, ever so slightly. His tail fell limp against the tile, half curled around his ankle. “Tch. So much for Hellrider for Life.” Zevlor’s gaze snapped up. His dejected frown deep-cut. “I didn’t just quit. I’m. Exiled. I can never be a Hellrider ever again. If I weren’t a tiefling, I still wouldn’t be welcome to Elturel. And no one here would ever take me as a soldier.” “As they should,” Rolan’s tail flicked angrily. Zevlor nodded in quiet agreement. “My superior broke the news to me. Not that I didn’t see it coming. We all did, didn’t we. Elturel from the ashes, bottles and words thrown at us in the streets. Devilkin. Foulblood. We were to be exiled from the city. Thrown to the wilderness. I told him it was inhumane.” Zevlor’s jaw tightened. “He told me I wasn’t human.”

St. Sebastian Astarion makes a pact with Raphael to kill Cazador. Raphael collects a prize from the dungeons: Sebastian. Mephistopheles is not amused.

[Sebastian] dried his hair, and tears, into a fine cloth towel, sniffling as he blinked away salt from his pale lashes. He spotted a painting, grandiose and tall. He paused to admire it, despite the devilish subject, with a morbid curiosity. A gorgeous work, the brush strokes so subtle they were nearly nonexistence depicting a fiend from the Hells and a crown of four horns. His savior. The Devil from the Dungeons. Sebastian touched the bottom of his lip. These were his chambers, then? The beautiful grate separating the bath and a red, jacquard bed adorned with a tonguing devil’s head, the roses and wine and perfumed oils, wardrobes of utmost finery, devil-sculptures and gilded pillars. The opulence was beyond words. He chose the plainest garb he could find in the boudoir. Which was still far too fine for his emaciated body. He smoothed them over his chest, the long, lilac noble robes with silver flowers embroidered into them, silver ropes trimming the hems and seams. His long-skirted doublet topped with a high collar hid the fine silk undershirt well, leaving room for the pretty, leafy stitching in the ruffles to show just beyond the sleeves. He realized it fit him perfectly. He paused, wondering for a brief moment if it was made for him. Tailored for him. He shook the thought away. How inconceivably narcissistic.

Rival of Ixalan Raphael takes Astarion to the plane of Ixalan where vampires are worshiped as saviors in attempt to convince him to make a deal. One vampire is enamored by the strange visitor, much to Raphael’s chagrin.

“I… don’t remember how to dance,” Astarion admitted. It had been too long since his lessons as a nobleman. Cazador had grand balls, but the spawn were hardly invited save for looking like pretty wallflowers. Rabble should not mingle with their betters, he would say. Among other, more colorfully demeaning things. Aurelio offered him a hand, anyway. “I will lead for you.” He said it with a smooth confidence that made Astarion quirk a small, genuine smile. He clasped his left hand into Astarion’s right, holding it outward. “Put your hand on my arm, up here,” he patted Astarion’s bicep gently. The Baldurian vampire held on to him with a false confidence, the one he always put up. “Good. Stand straight,” Aurelio’s hand held just under Astarion’s arm, into his back. He pulled Astarion against him, chest to chest, but not quite flush. Raphael scowled, leaning against an adobe wall.

Spidersilk Sequel to her Majesty's Favorite, Tav lies to Kar'niss, convincing it come with him to challenge Ketheric in the name of the Absolute.

Kar’niss yawped, crawling backwards trying to climb back up but finding no purchase as the mucous of the entryway slid him back down. “No!! No, no, no, no, nonono! My Queen, please! Please! Where is she? This isn’t right!” He panicked, skittering his legs, drow-half leaning against the sinews of the Mindflayer colony. He grimaced as an Intellect Devourer scuttled past, stopped, and seemed to stretch out its brain-body as though to examine him. A facsimile of a guard dog sniffing a friend or foe. “One of us,” it said polyphonically. “Descend. Assemble. Prepare!” Kar’niss’ lips twisted. He stabbed the Intellect Devourer, piercing it through with his legs. It screeched. They both did. “Kar'niss!” Tareth exclaimed, drawing his rapier, pink eyes wild as they cast a worried gaze out towards the ship’s muscled doorways.

#posting abt them forty times helps motivate me to finish them

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cyronite-fr · 1 year

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Night of the Nocturne 2022 Haul 🖤

So I had a goal to get at least 500 Strange Chests to open for Notn this year, without buying any, and I did it! I wasn’t as active as I would have liked to be this year but I am still happy with my haul!! Any chests I got after the 500 I sold (I didn’t keep track of my earnings from selling chests though lol).

Here is my haul from opening the Strange chests 🥰

Total Nocturne Eggs: 52

Total Treasure: 15024

Specialty

Breed Change: Nocturne x1

Primary Gene: Fern x7

Secondary Gene: Paisley x5

Scene: Enchanted Dungeon x4

Scene: Strange Chests x6

Scene: Witch’s Kitchen x18

Tertiary Gene: Smirch x2

Vista: Conjurer's Hat x2

Vista: Gossamer Flame x4

Vista: Jester x1

Vista: Plasmpool Armor x3

Vista: Snarling Mimic x1

Vista: Spectral Shroud x4

Vista: Spidered Seat x2

Apparel

Basic Book Collection x4

Black Candle Cascade x8

Candles Cascade x13

Conjurer's Cobwebs x2

Conjurer’s Cloak x5

Conjurer’s Hat x2

Conjurer’s Herb Pouch x2

Conjurer’s Staff x1

Enchanted Cat Necklace x12

Enchanted Orca Necklace x7

Enchanted Owl Necklace x7

Enchanted Raven Necklace x4

Enchanted Stag Necklace x9

Enchanted Wolf Necklace x7

Ghost Flame Candles x1

Ghost Flame Cloak x3

Ghost Flame Collar x1

Ghost Flame Headpiece x1

Ghost Flame Tail Jewel x1

Ghost Flame Tail Ribbon x2

Ghost Flame Wing Ribbon x4

Golden Starswirl x7

Haunting Amber Clawrings x1

Haunting Amber Ghastcrown x3

Haunting Amber Grasp x1

Haunting Amber Forejewels x3

Haunting Amber Nightshroud x3

Haunting Amber Pendants x2

Haunting Amber Taildecor x2

Jolly Jester’s Cap x1

Jolly Jester’s Cape x1

Jolly Jester’s Gloves x2

Jolly Jester’s Stockings x1

Jolly Jester’s Tail Bell x4

Jolly Jester’s Wing Cover x2

Plasmpool Armet x2

Plasmpool Flightshroud x1

Plasmpool Forecallouses x6

Plasmpool Hindcallouses x3

Plamspool Spikescarf x1

Plamspool Tailspine x2

Plamspool Tasset x1

Sky Crystal x1

Woeful Gambeson x1

Woeful Gloves x3

Woeful Presence x3

Woeful Vial x2

Familiars

Afternoon Tea x12

Animated Armor x6

Animated Statue x1

Antique Chair x3

Apparition Lance x2

Articulated Fidget Toy x7

Axe Mimic x5

Banshee Brooch x1

Battered Vase x1

Bewildered Broom x2

Blooming Hedgehide x3

Bogsneak Puppet x1

Book Hoard x8

Book Swarm x9

Brass Knocker x7

Calculating Candelabra x1

Catty Cannon x3

Crypto Cameo x1

Crystal Carrier x3

Curious Kettle x2

Curious Parasol x6

Dancing Chalice x1

Danger Decor x1

Deadly Reflection x3

Decision Maker x6

Dirge Fiddlefiend x2

Ectoplasmime x2

Enchanted Armaments x1

Encouraging Quill x5

Ensorcelled Volume x1

Formal Tea Set x11

Four-Eyed Phylactery x2

Furious Faun x3

Glazed Sentry x4

Guest Greeter x5

Inquisitive Shroud x6

Jawlocker x6

Killer Keyboard x1

Kyorinrin x1

Leisure Loaf x4

Living Luminance x2

Living Sculpture x3

Magic Carpet x2

Magic Mirror x1

Manticore’s Might x2

Masked Phantom x1

Nutcracker x4

Opposing Forces x2

Orbiting Spirit x1

Overwatered Seedling x2

Pinpush Mirror Doll x3

Poltergeist Piano x3

Poltergeist Pile x1

Raucous Runner x3

Ravenous Cauldron x6

Rock Paper Scissors x3

Salt and Pepper x11

Scroll Stealer x2

Serpentine Lamp x4

Serthis Support x4

Seething Stove x2

Silverstring Harp x2

Smoldering Sconce x1

Snapper Nutcracker x10

Snarling Mimic x1

Sorcerous Arms x1

Spellbound Tome x5

Splendiferous Sunshade x1

Spirit Armor x2

Spritely Portrait x1

Steadfast Sweeper x2

Sugar and Spice x11

Swinging Chandelier x4

Tick-Tock x1

Time Devourer x4

Tinder Toy x2

Transmuted Treasure x3

Tricky Telescope x1

Undertide Fidget Toy x10

Unlikely Alliance x2

Veiled Vision x1

Veilspun Verse x2

Vulpine Lamp x2

Wooden Marionette x2

Writer’s Aid x2

#notn #night of the nocturne #flight rising #fr #projects #my hoard #next year if I have the time I wanna try getting 1000 chests #but we'll see lol

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alexdrawsagain · 6 years

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Big ass crossover pic i promised my friends awhile back featuring their OC’s and mine. @dankodeadzone @planet-crunch @hirovol @keetydraws @feathers-ruffled @lenyavok @salt-dungeon-sculptures @alvh-omega @masarts

Super fun to draw everyone.

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fishdavidson · 4 years

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Dream Journal 2020-04-14: Vampires, Nachos, and Ethereal Libraries

Happy quarantine, friends! Hope you all are doing as well as you can, given the circumstances. I have some tales for you this evening to help lighten your hearts and spark your imaginations.

Dream Fragments

I was participating in what I think may have been a world record attempt for creating the longest platter of nachos. Fully-loaded nachos covered the sidewalk as far as the eye could see, and I was toting a 5-gallon pot full of melted cheese. A placeholder friend was walking alongside me, and I gestured to them with my pot of cheese and said “I think this is what it feels like to fly business blass.” I have never flown business class before, so I can only assume that you get a floor full of nachos instead of a sad sack of salted peanuts for a snack.

My friend Bart and I met up for a discussion over dinner at a foggy boardwalk after dark. Leafless trees jutted through the fog, and we talked about how cool our friendship was and also about stuff like balancing encounter difficulty in Dungeons and Dragons. After finishing our meal, Bart confessed that he was actually a vampire and planned to avoid spreading the curse by living at the bottom of the ocean for the rest of his days. All I could think about was how awkward it would be to explain this situation to the police when I had to fill out a witness statement for the missing persons report.

The Main Dream: A Special Library

Somewhere way off in a dream version of the campus where my favorite high school was, there was a library. The library itself was an old building with a glass front and only a handful of books. It was ugly and just one step away from being declared a condemned/blighted property and torn down. The book selection was purposefully awful so that people wouldn’t want to check out books from there. And when coupled with the library’s eyesore appearance, it was a popular topic of discussion for demolition. There was even a musical number where people held a protest and tried to damage the inside of the library in order to get it replaced with a newer, better library.

But there was a reason this library only got the bare minimum of attention to stay open. The founder of the library was incredibly excited about books and the library was like his baby. He had emigrated from Sweden in the 1950s and served as the head librarian for decades until he died in the late 1980s. But after his death is where our story really gets juicy.

The librarian’s bones were placed in a burial vault, and an ethereal library sprang up around his bones. As long as the original library existed, the spirit of the librarian felt compelled to exist in this world. But the mortal world was much more excited by the ethereal library that existed around the librarian’s bones.

Now, I keep saying “ethereal library” like it’s some sort of translucent ghostly apparition, but it was as solid as any regular building would be. It was indistinguishable from a normal structure, other than the fact that you had to go to a graveyard to visit the library. The librarian’s bones were hidden in an office on the second floor down a long “staff only” hallway that you had to be really looking for, and the only clue was a memorial plaque stuck to one wall that mentioned a quote by the librarian.

The library itself was decorated in an unusual modern/abstract way. It permanently looked like it was decorated in the 1980s or early 1990s by Tim Burton. In fact, the Delia’s sculptures from the movie Beetlejuice in the header image of this post are a pretty close indicator of what the art style of the library was. Except with more books, of course.

For living folks, the ethereal library had one amazing benefit. Because it was constructed by a spirit, it contained a rotating catalog of books and other media that described things beyond our mortal comprehension. And there was a good chance that you might find a book with information from the future in there, too. But presumably because the librarian died during the height of the Cold War, there were a few big quirks about the library:

Propaganda posters hung on almost every wall that depicted the fall of the Soviet Union

Any non-book media in the library only appeared on technology from the late 1980s. So you could get videos about stuff from 2020 on VHS tapes, or hear future news casts on cassette tapes, or load up unpublished magazine articles on microfiche readers.

No one who visited the library could remove anything from building because of the whole knowledge of the future/supernatural thing

So university researchers would spend hours poring over stuff they could find in the ethereal library, but only put in the bare minimum of effort into keeping the original library standing in order to keep the ghost of the librarian around. Though if I were in their shoes, I’d probably do the same thing.

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Header image of Beetlejuice props taken from PropBay

#dream journal #beetlejuice #dreams #fishdavidson #library #books #fragments #vampire #nachos #college #ghost

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yorukamiko · 4 years

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Vampire AU

I’ve been toying with this idea for a while, so here it is in writing. Julian, somewhere between the fateful Masquerade and the beginning of our story. On the run. We more or less know his route: getting away from Vesuvia with Mazelinka, getting on a ship to Macawi port in the South, then going back to Vesuvia. But the Masquerade was three years ago, and Portia started working at the Palace a year ago, probably shortly after she got to Vesuvia, which leaves us with two years of Julian’s journey. What has he been up to, then?

EDIT: I started writing this 3h ago and just wanted to get stuff out of my head. I guess stories live their own lives, so it became WAY longer than I expected. Oops. It’s 3:30am and starts getting NSFW. Part two will happen when I get sleep. Alas, beware of typos and other mishaps.

Also TW: human trade

Here an idea:

The ship Julian’s on is attacked by the pirates. Not Mazelinka’s crew, but a more nasty type. Julian tries to make his way out of the situation by telling them he’s a doctor, but they don’t need one on their ship - instead, they decide to make a pretty penny selling him to someone on the coast.

As they arrive to a small port, Julian is escorted straight to the market. There, a young lady dressed in finest lace buys him and a few others. She seems very well educated and rich, but not very kind. She haggles well, not about the money, though, but about additional people for the same price. The handler seems to be cautious with his words, as if afraid of her, and finally agrees. When she’s done, she drives away in a carriage, while Julian and the others make their way to the estate on foot, with a few guards.

The residence is a beautiful place by a river, with a garden smaller, but no less amazing than the Vesuvian one. They pass the fields and the meadows on their way there, and Julian takes a good look at the people working in the fields - there are no guards, and some people are resting in shade, drinking and laughing. They seem.. relaxed.

Upon their arrival to the house, the ropes are taken away and they are offered a bath and a fresh change of clothes. Julian’s clothes are simple and plain, but kind of nice. He washes up in a small tub of warm water, and heads to the dining area.

The lady who sits at the head of the table is the same lady who was there in the market. She’s way nicer now, welcoming them in her house and asking them to enjoy the meal. Everyone is a bit reluctant, but she takes the first few bites and that gains her enough trust among the newcomers. Even if this is all extremely odd, they are hungry.

After the dinner is cleaned out from the table, she announces that they are by no means obliged to stay, and they are all free to go the next morning. However, if they would like to stay, she offers her employment. A roof over their heads, food they will grow with their own hands, freedom to come and go, a fair wage, and her protection - under two conditions. There will be a small donation of blood required every now and then, and there will be her reputation to upkeep. There is a murmur among the guests, but she cuts it off, saying she would like them to go meet the servants who decided to stay, before they make the final decision.

The lady of the house takes time to chat with those who stayed in the room, and finally makes it to Julian. Unsure what to do, but utterly intrigued, he decides to accept the invitation and stay for some time as a physician. If nothing else, playing by their rules can make an easier escape later on.

The next morning he is asked to move to a long building closer to the servants quarters, where he is given an office and an adjacent room in which he can live. All of it is rather simple, but sufficient. There are no decorations, but there view out the window is pleasant. Way better than his office in the Palace dungeons. He shivers at the thought, but pushes it far away. He is safe now. Everyone dear to him is safe and away from Vesuvia. Mazelinka has reached Portia by now and passed the news of his escape. All he has to do is to lay low for a while.

There is a knock on the door and a young boy with a little girl attached to his leg walks in. Julian smiles and puts on a “kind doctor” face, then throws himself into work.

Weeks pass by and Julian is well-known and liked among the people of this weird place. His initial distrust slowly vanishes. He can see that the people are indeed free to come and go, they are paid, fed, and happy. They work for themselves, mostly. Some work in the fields, some with the animals, others sew clothes or build furniture. There’s a carpenter, a blacksmith, and now him - a doctor. It’s a self-sufficient little town, all under the protection of this young mysterious lady with a bad reputation on the outside. Whatever they have in abundance, they trade away in the port. Julian goes with them once, and plays along when he is told to put on shackles and look miserable. He knows a reputation can save one from the fight altogether, and he is well aware that if those pirates knew the place wasn’t cursed, haunted, and controlled by a powerful witch, it would get raided in no time.

As they return back to the estate, they joke and laugh about all the silly stuff they saw pirates do - spitting over their shoulders, sprinkling salt, or murmuring anti-hexes while avoiding their gaze. Julian loves it, mischief and drama is something he lives for, and he offers a few new scenarios and tricks to play on the pirates the next time they go to town.

But even before they reach their houses, someone stops them, visibly shaken. They say that there has been an accident and the doctor is needed immediately. Julian rushes back to the estate, where the injured is being taken care of.

A child is laid on a cleared table in the main hall of the house, pale and motionless. There is a family gathered round them, sobbing and comforting each other. Julian is afraid he’s too late, but the child is still alive. Their breath is rugged and bubbly. A close examination shows there’s a lung pierced and some external bleeding. As much as Julian wishes, he’s way under-equipped to perform a surgery. Instead, he removes his gloves.

The room falls silent as his mark glows. With his head tilted backwards, he sees a movement at the top of the staircase. Then, he folds in half as his own ribs crack and bend inwards, piercing his lung. He gasps for air, but he’s drowning, yet he does not move his hands away until he sees the child gaining back consciousness. He collapses to his knees. Last thing he sees is blood on the floor and his hands as he coughs it up.

He wakes up sore, in a strange room. It’s dark, with curtains drawn. The door opens and a servant comes in with a tray full of deliciously smelling food and a lit candle. She smiles at him, sets the tray and begins to light the candles. She seems like she wants to say something, but she only utters “thank you, thank you so much” when she’s about to leave.

Only now Julian realises there’s someone else in the room, sitting in an armchair. The stranger walks towards his bed and Julian can now see a tall, lean figure with a storm of dark hair surrounding her perfectly beautiful face. She looks like a living sculpture, her skin dark, eyes golden. Her entire shape screams elegance. She sits at the foot of his bed and smiles an all-knowing smile.

Julian is too hazy to ask the right questions, and he is starving, so he lets the stranger speak as he ravishes his dinner. The woman seems completely comfortable in his presence, as well as fascinated. She introduces herself as Mistress Zoe, the real lady of the house, and tells Julian she is impressed with his magic, but also a bit hurt he haven’t mentioned being a magician earlier. Julian explains between bites that he is not, in fact, a magician, thank you very much, but he has been cursed by one. She laughs, and asks how possessing an ability to perform miracles and save lives is a curse, to which Julian mumbles something in response, blushing at the compliment.

Zoe asks him to be completely honest with her from then on, and offers the same in exchange. In fact, she would like to start.

She created this whole place, because she dislikes how violent the world has become. There’s no joy for her in hurting and killing, and hurt she must - to feed herself. Now here lies the real curse. She cannot step in the sun, she cannot eat or drink what the others can, she needs to feed on blood. For years she tried to cope with her situation, on her own, with no one to guide her. She did horrible things in her youth, hurt many, just to stay alive. Killed some, yes. But seeing she lived longer than any man she has ever met, she decided to make a difference. That’s why with all her accumulated wealth she bought the estate and surrounding grounds, and created this safe haven. Julian nods and asks about the reputation and Zoe smiles. Well, yes, it’s a repellent for those who would want to attack her, but some of it is true and had the need arise, she would be able to protect her people.

“And the blood donations?” Julian asks. Ever since he took on the physician’s job, he had been tasked with drawing blood from the volunteers. She looks away with poorly hidden disgust. She knows she can draw a little blood from a lot of people to sustain herself and not harm them, but honestly, it’s like taking a bite of every possible dish at the same time. Feeds you, but it’s awful. It’s the closest she’s ever been to being fair with her people, so that’s her way now.

Julian furrows his brows. If she’d let him, he would very much like to examine her. She laughs and it takes a moment until he realises how he sounded. He flusters and tries to explain himself, but she’s having none of it. She teases him and makes him blush even more. Eventually, she lets go and tells him that yes, that is possible, but now she wants to hear his story. Julian obeys, and tells her the most dramatic and entertaining tales of his adventures.

They stay up all night and when the sky behind the drapes starts getting lighter, Zoe decides to bid her goodbyes. She thanks him again for saving the child, and for their time together.

Over the next few days Julian goes back to his routine. He is now treated like a hero, but there’s a bit of distance in how people interact with him. Rumours of magic is what they were laughing at together just a few days ago, not knowing he possessed any abilities. What if he didn’t like their jokes back then? They know he can keep a secret, so maybe he holds a grudge now? Better not get too close with him, better leave him a small gift at the windowsill, just in case. Julian is a bit frustrated by this behaviour, but he can’t blame them - he himself is distrustful towards magic.

His thoughts, however, go back to Zoe and their night together. He felt so good in her presence. She’s bold, and funny, and she seems to like him, too. And gods, creating all this? That takes some guts.. and kindness. He’s sure she could put a lot less effort into it if she hunted.

The next time volunteers come over to donate blood, one of the house servants informs him that he has to deliver the blood himself. After he closes the clinic for the night, he gathers his journal, and a small basket of vials, and goes to a room upstairs. Zoe is already there, behind a room divider, taking a bath. She invites him to sit in a chair next to her tub, completely unashamed. He passes her the vials and she downs a few of them right away, her irises dilating as she drinks. She rests the back of her head on the edge of the tub and he can see her fangs. He opens the notebook and writes down his observations.

It takes her a while to come back to her senses. Her throat bobs up and down and she sits upright. “It’s a very vulnerable moment for me,” she says, “when I feed. It’s even worse when I was feeding off of a living human. You know how lone predators drag their prey into hiding before they start to eat? I had to go to hiding, too. I usually lured them into a safe place, and only then fed. When I quench that thirst, I’m completely helpless. I can control myself, but as for anything going on outside - I’m done. So much for a great predator” she laughs.

Julian sits there, taking notes, asking questions, and trying not to stare. The way she moves, the way she talks, the way her lips curl, her brows furl, her nose wrinkles.. Everything about her is perfect. He is enchanted by her voice and her scent. He blushes, when she catches him drifting away. “Guilty as charged, I was not listening, sorry, you’re just too beautiful” slips his lips and his eyes widen, while his cheeks burn. He did not mean to say it out loud.

She just smiles, a wide predatory grin. Well, of course she is beautiful, but it’s nice of him to notice. Perhaps he would like to put the notebook aside and pass her the towel?

Julian blinks rapidly, then reaches for the soft cloth hanging on a hook and hands it over to her. He wants to turn around but she stops him. He’s welcome to look, in fact, she would very much enjoy it. He doesn’t need another word. He sits there, transfixed, biting his lip, as she puts on a bit of a show for him, slowly drying herself down, giving him all the right angles.

He hasn’t been close with anyone since... since that damned witch. He enjoys Zoe’s company, and she apparently enjoys his. She seems dangerous and alluring, a sweet combination he always had a soft spot for.

She steps out of the bath and bends over, putting her hands on armrests, so their faces almost meet. “What’s your poison, then?” She asks. Julian smiles, eyes full of mischief. “I love pain and servitude, Mistress. Bind me, use me, deny me, hurt me - I’ll take it all. I heal well” he teases. Zoe’s eyes light up at that, she licks her lips, slowly. “May I feed on you?” She asks. Julian swallows, hard. “Yes, please.”

#the arcana #the arcana game #julian devorak #julian x oc #ilya devorak #vampire au arcana #vampire

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tabletoptrinketsbyjj · 7 years

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Trinkets, 10: Interesting baubles, semi magical objects and items touched by mystery.

A vial of oil labelled “Tomonari’s anointment for long swords and other weapons of the distinguished nobleman.”

A vulture beak with string tied to it to make a mask

A walking cane with an iron ferule that strikes sparks on stone

A wanted poster that bears the face of one of the PC’s but has the name Clay Allison written as name of the outlaw. The bounty can be collected “Dead or Alive” and the reward is substantial.

A water-skin that sounds like it has something thicker than water in it.

A wedge of glass that shows the image of three strangely garbed children playing and one frightened child watching you

A weighted copper coin that, when flipped, always lands on its edge.

A white flower that always attracts bugs and never dies.

A white silk wedding veil

A white toga, neatly folded and immaculately clean, which smells strongly of damp musty earth and is reminiscent of a grave.

---Keep reading for 90 more trinkets.

---Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.

A vial of oil labelled “Tomonari’s anointment for long swords and other weapons of the distinguished nobleman.”

A vulture beak with string tied to it to make a mask

A walking cane with an iron ferule that strikes sparks on stone

A wanted poster that bears the face of one of the PC’s but has the name Clay Allison written as name of the outlaw. The bounty can be collected “Dead or Alive” and the reward is substantial.

A water-skin that sounds like it has something thicker than water in it.

A wedge of glass that shows the image of three strangely garbed children playing and one frightened child watching you

A weighted copper coin that, when flipped, always lands on its edge.

A white flower that always attracts bugs and never dies.

A white silk wedding veil

A white toga, neatly folded and immaculately clean, which smells strongly of damp musty earth and is reminiscent of a grave.

A wicker doll that wards off the bad dreams of children and adolescents.

A wig made from from someone executed by beheading

A wire sculpture of a flower that releases petals when you blow on it. The petals “grow” back eventually.

A wood carving of an owl, so lifelike the eyes might blink at any moment.

A woodcutter’s axe, the head of which shimmers like downwards-flowing water.

A wooden ball that cannot be burned, but freezing it turns it to vapor

A wooden birdhouse that randomly reproduces strange bird sounds.

A wooden box which contains twelve more boxes each progressively smaller. The final box is approximately two inches in diameter and contains a miniature stoppered vial. If opened the vial lets out an acrid smelling smoke and booming laughter is heard.

A wooden box with a switch on the outside. When the switch is flipped on, a flap in the box opens, a little arm comes out, and it pushes the switch back off, before disappearing.

A wooden case containing n ancient, slender spearhead that is decorated with whirls and whorls engraved into the metal. The artifact was carefully wrapped in silk cloth before being packed away.

A wooden coin that feels and sounds like metal

A wooden collar that, when worn, makes the bearer absolutely certain they can communicate with trees. The collar does not actually grant this power.

A wooden cup, divided in half lengthwise with a sheet of aluminum.

A wooden plate with a drawing of the Sunrise Home, the dwelling place of the Lord of Dawn.

A wooden prosthetic leg with a hidden compartment inside of it

A wooden scroll case full of maps of various dungeons. Several maps are unmarked, but none of them seem to match the local area.

A wooden staff which has a hard to find hollow compartment. Inside is found a scroll which entitles the owner to an inheritance to be collected in a well-known city.

A wooden stein carved with the likeness of an orcish barmaid

A wooden tube with a creature carved on it. Every few days, the creature moves into a different position.

A wooden whistle that imitates the roar of a T-Rex.

A woodsman hat made of animal skin. While worn it grants the user random useless knowledge focusing on plants, animals, weather, geography and nature. The information is only rarely accurate but the user cannot determine what’s true or not.

A worm made of rust in a small wooden box. It’s alive and feeds on small amount of metal.

A worn and bloody apron. One of it’s pockets holds a small knife, a whetstone and a small vial of salt.

A yellow ceramic plate in the shape of the sun

An acceptance letter to a school of magic

An ancient bronze coin from an ancient city that was destroyed by natural disaster

An ancient bronze coin minted by a long fallen empire. The face of the tyrant stamped on it looks exactly like one of the PC’s.

An ancient copper bell with a remarkably musical chime

An ancient map of a legendary library believed to have sunk into the desert.

An ancient world map that appears to show the entire land was green and fertile.

An ankle bracelet that sometimes eases muscle aches

An antler from an unknown creature that continues to slowly grow

An azure steel spring that takes a remarkable amount of effort to compress.

An bouquet of funerary flowers that always looks and smells fresh

An ebony statuette of a standing bear of exquisite workmanship. A small fairy ring of mushrooms cast in silver rests in the base

An ebony walking stick.

An egg-shaped stone that, when cracked open, squeals and then puts itself back together

An emerald green silk turban with a black border. One end is intended to hang loosely over the shoulder and has five long tassels alternately coloured green and white.

An empty black box from which issue faint calls of “Hello?”

An empty scabbard with an intricate design etched into the leather. With enough study, it may be interpreted as a map that purports to lead to the location of the matching sword.

An extremely vivid and detailed portrait of the PCs going about their day, that seems to have been painted within the last week.

An extremely wide brimmed wizard’s hat

An eyepatch that when worn, shows a faint golden glow around certain individuals at random.

An hourglass filled with Randomly Coloured glowing sand that falls faster than it should

An hourglass filled with Randomly Coloured glowing sand that falls slower than it should

An hourglass that always takes a different amount of time to empty, but never an hour.

An hourglass that has something golden hidden in the sands, but before the object is revealed, the device always turns itself over to hide the treasure beneath more pouring sand. Smashing the hourglass reveals only sand within.

An incense holder carved in the likeness of a silt horror

An incredibly soft pillow that sometimes cuts your hair while you sleep

An intricate feather made entirely out of a single piece of clear glass.

An invitation to a magician’s circle on a date that doesn’t quite make sense.

An invitation to a party that’s taking place a month from now. The party takes place in a nearby city and the invitation will admit the bearer and a plus one.

An ivory hair pin with a set of fluttering wings attached to it

An ivory pipe carved in the shape of a crocodile.

An oaken backscratcher set with four cabochon-cut rectangular jade pieces.

An obsidian icon of a forgotten deity

An octagonal dinner plate that fills with unknown writing whenever a creature speaks in its vicinity

An old abacus with strange characters carved onto each of the beads.

An old, worn smith’s hammer. Its head is always hot to the touch.

An ordinary looking hens egg that defies all efforts to crack it open or otherwise damage it.

An uncut black gemstone. Occasionally it makes the sound of a hammer striking an anvil.

Half of a snapped oak battle standard. “We will fight to the last” is written in dried blood on one side.

Seven small beads of sandstone on a string, all different colors.

The blade of an ancient sword. A mysterious coat of arms is carved into it.

The broken horn of an minotaur, strung on a leather cord.

The broken horn of an ogre mage, strung on a leather cord.

The deed to a crumbling old manor house.

The fang of a white wyrm engraved with the name of a lost tribal chief.

The gold-coloured fleece of an unknown species of mountain animal.

The head of a pickaxe that was used in a lost gold mine, with names carved in Dwarvish runes along the sides.

The hilt of a dagger that was used to assassinate a king. Its onxy pommel glows ominously on nights with a full moon.

The pickled tentacle of a mind flayer.

The preserved fanged skull of a vampire, any blood spilt on the skull is absorbed into it.

The preserved finger of a hill giant

The preserved head of a mummy.

The preserved skull of a raven.

The silver badge of a powerful and secretive organization, with writing etched on the back that defames that group.

The skeletal hand with six fingers and a thumb. It a slight but constant aroma of brimstone.

The skeleton of a small bird with hands where its wings should be.

The stuffed and preserved remains of a large bat.

Three knuckle-bones that have been carved into dice.

Three small crystal vials of what appear to be red blood. The vials are marked with druidic signs for son, beast-man and bird.

Three stones linked together by a sturdy piece of rope, the stones are engraved with the words for ‘beginning’, ‘middle’ and ‘end.’

Two kitten whiskers pressed and sealed between two glass plates.

Wrapped in a gold handkerchief is a red bamboo finger puzzle patterned with white stars. Suspended in the middle of the puzzle is a small, fluffy feather.

A crumpled piece of parchment with an inked grid. It can be written on and then erased if crumpled again. 1974 charges remain

A crystal cube with light trapped inside. Once per day it can be squeezed, causing it to shine as bright as a torch for one round.

A leather headdress that turns the bearer’s eyes completely black when worn

A pair of obnoxious dragon tooth cuff links.

An antique wooden box engraved with a forest scene.

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ivankitsune · 7 years

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No salt here, just an odd MMO experience.

Just did a leveling roulette with a Gladiator, a Black Mage, and a Rogue. I healed as a White Mage, as usual.

Now I had considered dropping after the first corridor when I saw what I was dealing with. Two encounters in, and I was already acting tank while somehow having to heal both DPS’ even though nothing should have been targeting them. Our Gladiator didn’t seem to understand that she had to use skills in order to hold aggro as a tank, the Rogue was using every skill he had to draw the attention of every enemy, and the Black Mage was... fascinatingly oblivious to what her spells actually did. Three encounters in and I had decided I’d stick around for the first boss out of morbid curiosity. The first boss was a surreal experience.

The dungeon’s an easy one. It’s the second one in the story quests, so naturally you’re going to get newbies who aren’t sure what they’re doing yet, that’s just the nature of any MMO. It takes a while to truly fall into your role, and everyone should have that understanding when helping newbies through early content. That mindset is pretty much the only thing that got me through this dungeon run with any semblance of sanity intact.

The first three boss fights are simple as they get. You have a “boss” enemy surrounded by a couple of weaker adds, and you kill them. Once they’re all dead, the actual boss shows up, and you kill it. No debuffs, no mechanics, just tank and spank simplicity.

Our tank continued not using skills to build aggro, so I sat back and watched to give her time to hold aggro, then automatically pulled everything the first time I had to heal her.

Our Rogue continued spazzing his way across his keyboard, dividing the enemy’s attention between two punching bags instead of just the one.

Our Black Mage... bless her... she tried. She assumed that Fire II is better than Fire, and Blizzard II is better than Blizzard. The former are weaker, but AOEs, while the latter are stronger, single-target spells. And Blizzard II’s AOE is centered on the caster. Basically she was casting AOE Fire spells on single enemies, and then standing in the corner making pretty ice sculptures that never touched anything. Also she didn’t understand that the boss was immune to being put to sleep, so she wasted MP on that several times as well.

Basically, I tanked everything by just continually casting Cure on myself to build more and more aggro, and eventually the DPS roles killed everything. Repeat twice, and that’s the first part of my 45-minute beginner’s dungeon run.

I’m not even really mad about the whole ordeal, it was just sort of a surreal experience. It wasn’t difficult in any sense, so I wasn’t struggling to keep anyone alive, it was just.... it was like watching a bunch of kids hit each other over the head with pool noodles...

Of course after that my roulette pulled Sophia, so it went from one extreme to the other. FFXIV is such a random game sometimes...

#FFXIV #Sleepy Ramblings

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westminsterandsalisbury-blog · 7 years

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The last few days

The last few days have been a bit of a blur. We’ve just finished our first week - London is going to fade into the distance, though the echoes of our music may still drift among the chambers and arches of the Abbey’s interior, and it may be a while before I forget the sound. I just finished a walk up and down past the Parliament building, which was resplendent in the late afternoon sunshine (not an especially common weather phenomenon here), taking some photos of the bicyclists on their race, which was happening all around the West End this week-end. (See what I did there?)

As I get older, my thoughts tend to gloss over things and my mind does not appreciate the moments as I used to. So I was trying to appreciate the small things of our time there. There was a verger, whose name is Benjamin, whose eyes point in opposite directions, who was very kind to us, and is a very jolly person. He is famous, apparently, for having been caught on camera after the Royal wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton, doing a cartwheel after the ceremony, because he was happy things had gone well. I’m not sure how long he has been at the Abbey, but, at least since then. He was there almost every day instructing us on various formalities of the services (whom to bow to, in which direction, details about hymns and prayers and so on). It was a pleasure to work with him. There were also deans and canons whose names I never learned. They would pray with us both before and after the service, and they usually expressed gratitude and thanks for our services, which was genuine, but terse, as one would expect from those in their position (and nationality).

Today we sang a Mattins service, a Eucharist service, and an Evensong. I felt proud of how I sang today, and I do think the Evensong may have been our best all week.

I didn’t do anything else today, but that’s fine, because my legs and my brain are a bit worn out from this week.

I left off my blog after Wednesday night, so let me briefly talk about the intervening three days. On Thursday, I visited the British museum, and it was a colossal place. I never know how to pace myself in museums anyway. I spent a long time looking at sarcophaguses and death masks from Egypt; saw the Rosetta Stone, went pretty fast through the Assyrians, and then gazed at Greek sculptures for a while. Then somehow two hours had passed so I had to book it upstairs to see the Anglo-Saxon exhibits and was quite impressed with those.

As we did every day (except Wednesday), we sang at the Abbey that afternoon. After that I left my phone there, made it all the way to Soho and panicked because I didn’t know where it was, and tried to activate Find my iPhone but couldn’t remember any of my passwords, so I had to cancel going to dinner, and go back to Westminster and try to get in, but luckily the guards let me in (being a singer really does have its perks) and it was there. But it was too late for dinner, so I stupidly went into an overpriced pub and got a very greasy fish and chips meal which, I do not recommend by the way. They fry their fish in so much oil and fat and whatever that is, and there is not much meat.

After that I thought it would be nice to try and see some live music, but, for some reason my brain wasn’t working (probably the fish and chips) and so I walked all the way to Trafalgar Square and got on a bus, instead of taking the tube, which would have been faster, and then it started to rain, and traffic got really bad so I ended up on the bus for quite some time. I stopped in Camden and looked around, but it was nasty weather and there were crazies about, so I grabbed a free newspaper and just read that on my way back to the hotel. Did not sleep especially well.

On Friday, though, I managed to fill up on a nice breakfast and then had a great time touring the Tower of London on foot. I thought there would be a guided tour, but there wasn’t, but it turned out all right. The first stop was the building housing the Crown Jewels. If you didn’t know already, there is an entire set of bling which is used exclusively for coronations, the post-coronation banquets, and nothing else. A great majority of these date back to the reign of Charles II, the monarch who resumed England’s monarchy after Cromwell, who had destroyed the old Crown Jewels. Some of them are Victorian, but a lot of them are several hundred years old. Among the most impressive (to me) were all of the golden banqueting dishes. There must be at least ten giant salt containers, all made of gold, including the Exeter Salt, which is a salt container in the shape of a castle, which has its own special container that is used to carry it into Westminster Abbey when a coronation takes place. Then there is the scepter and the orb; the orb is very old, as I recall. These are used in coronations. Of course there is the crown that is used exclusively to crown the monarch, and then there is also the Imperial State Crown, which is used for special occasions (such as the opening of a Parliamentary season). These crowns, especially the latter, are studded with diamonds and sapphires. I just had to Google this again - this crown has on it the 2nd largest clear-cut diamond in the world as well as three pearls reputed to have been worn by Elizabeth I, and a sapphire which supposedly belonged to St. Edward the Confessor (king of England prior to the Norman Conquest, who also founded Westminster Abbey, and is enshrined there in a very special spot right behind the high altar).

These crown jewels made a very big impression on me. Not only is everything very old, but also very much in a state of perfection, and yet much of it is also still used.

I would go on, but I have more to say. The jewels took a while to see, but then I wanted to see the White Tower. This is where the bones of the two princes were discovered under the staircase, who may have been murdered by Richard III or Henry VII. (These bones were recovered and moved to Westminster Abbey, to an urn in Westminster Abbey, in the same room where Elizabeth I and Mary I, “Bloody Mary”, are buried, all of which I had seen on Tuesday.) In the White Tower also is the “Line of Kings,” which is a set of enormous rooms were the armour of many famous kings of England (not queens) is all displayed. The White Tower was used over the centuries for the armoury and also for housing for monarchs (it seems there have been quite a number of places over the years for their dwellings - Buckinham Palace is just the latest). (Also Henry III, who is responsible along with St. Edward the Confessor, for most of the building of Westminster Abbey, also had his own dwelling at the Tower of London, but just off the battlements, not in the White Tower.) So anyway, I saw a ton of armor, and also guns, cannons, shields, and so forth. Outside the window was the Thames and the Tower Bridge, a nice view.

It took a while to go through the White Tower, and learn about the history, and look at all the old Norman architecture - this building is amazingly 1000 years old, and is still standing, despite centuries of age and then of course, WWII bombings, which affected so much of the rest of London.

There was just enough time to look at the dungeon with instruments of torture such as the rack (inside the “Bloody Tower”), Traitors’ Gate (where traitors were brought in boats from the Thames, through a water gate and up to the steps to the Bloody Tower, to be imprisoned), and the famous ravens who dwell there and are fed meat every day by the Beefeaters, the uniformed regiment of men and women who guard the Tower every day and night, and have for many centuries (I don’t know how many). These ravens are formidable, though their wings are all partially clipped so they won’t fly away and trigger the ominous prophecy that, if the ravens fly from the Tower of London, the Tower will crumble and London itself will fall.

It was a lot of history for one morning, and maybe my favorite thing that I did all week. I would love to go back.

The rest of Thursday was good - Evensong went well, and then I went off to the National Gallery which is a giant art museum on Trafalgar Square. I spent a bit over an hour with the Impressionists who I very much like, and then just wandered around getting lost in history, so to speak. I was so lost I almost couldn’t find my way out. Then I was starving so I wandered around trying to find a place to eat, and finally went in some place and felt very weak from hunger, and ordered an entire pizza and ate the whole thing, which in retrospect I regret a little bit, since it took me two days to work off.

On Saturday morning, I was very tired (probably because of the pizza) and the whole day was a bit off, I had a bit of a mishap with trying to get to rehearsal in the morning, on the tube, and after rehearsal I just sort of tuckered out and could not finish standing in line for the Sherlock Holmes Museum, unfortunately - I mean it would have been an hour and half wait just to get inside, and the whole place was wall to wall with tourists so it just would not have been that enjoyable I think. I did visit the Royal Academy of Music then, though, and saw part of the original manuscript for the Mikado, and some pianofortes, harpsichords (and a virginal) from the 1600s through 1800s. That was all before the Evensong.

Last night I walked around Whitechapel on this Jack the Ripper tour, and saw some of the original buildings - most of them are gone, but some remain - near where these events would have taken place, such as the Ten Bells pub, and the church where all these hundreds of poor people would have been crammed into beds that they would only sleep in for the night, before going out to make the money the next day to afford again the next night (for the equivalent of 1-2 pounds today - as our guide said, life was cheap); prostitutes and butchers and people fallen on hard luck all lived around there, on the East End. He showed us the buildings, and told the tale of each grisly murder, and showed us some photographs to give us an idea of what things would be like back then. I did enjoy this tour and wanted to learn more.

Today, we had our final services, and I have just packed, after we were fed by the hotel and then I hung out talking.

Now I have to get to bed - we bus to Salisbury tomorrow for our 2nd whole week!

Jeff

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garagedoorshampshire · 7 years

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50 Dragon Home Decor Accessories To Give Your Castle Medieval Appeal

Are you looking to embrace a medieval theme for your garden or interior? Attractive dragon-themed decor isn’t exactly a common find – but this post compiles 50 of the most useful, unique, or simply beautiful dragon decorations we could locate. It’s all here! There’s something for every room, from the kitchen to the office. Consider using this post as a go-to resource for your next themed party or just in case you need a gift for a friend who loves fantasy novels. Which dragon-themed decoration is your favorite? Stop by the comment section and let us know!

Buy It: From $30 Dragon Welcome Plaques: Perhaps even more fearsome than a guard dog, these dragon-themed welcome plaques are the perfect way to tell guests to “enter, at your own risk”.

Buy It: $398 Dragon Wall Clock: The detail on this cast wall clock is beyond brilliant – guests will look up to check the time and won’t be able to take their eyes away. The hands look like swords to complete the medieval theme.

Buy It: $90 Dragon Wall Clock: The detail on this cast wall clock is beyond brilliant – guests will look up to check the time and won’t be able to take their eyes away. The hands look like swords to complete the medieval theme.

Buy It: $85 Past, Present & Future Sculptural Dragon Wall Clock: Famous dragon artist Gary Chang created this design to represent the three dragons of past, present, and future. It’s a functional piece of art that any fan of the fantasy genre would love to have.

Buy It: $25 Dragon Desk/Mantelpiece Clock: No game room or medieval living room would be complete without this menacing clock on the mantle. The mechanism ticks just like a classic clock for an authentic feel.

Buy It: $37 Dragon Pendulum Clock: Gothic interior decor isn’t easy to find, but this piece certainly hits many of the thematic details to tie your chosen motif together. A castle, a full moon clock face, a guardian dragon, a skull, and a pentagram pendulum offer lots to look at.

Buy It: $45 Dragon Table Lamp: At 20 inches tall and covered with a 12-inch diameter shade, this clock is a nice eye-catching piece for a nightstand or a side table. The black shade ensures nice soft lighting to keep your dungeon nice and mysterious.

Buy It: $22 Medieval Dragon Candle Holder: Here’s a great piece for a fantasy-inspired interior. Three castle towers are the perfect size for votive candles. If you’re worried about charring the wings with taller candles, rechargeable LED options would be ideal.

Buy It: $30 Dragon Oil Warmer: Oil warmers make great ambiance-defining decor and are always a nice choice for a useful gift. Unlike other oil warmers, this one uses an electric light and includes a dimmer switch so you can control the brightness and heat.

Buy It: $150 Dragon Hanging Lamp: Detailed, creative, and certainly unlike any other lamp, this piece is a great alternative to tabletop options. It does weigh a moderately hefty 11lbs so be sure to mount it carefully.

Buy It: $89 Dragon Light Fixture: This wall-mounted dragon extends 15″ inches from the wall to create a striking and elegant impression. Consider hanging one lamp in a centered location, or pick up a pair to go on either side of a sofa or bed.

Buy It: $85 Dragon Wall Sconce: Beautiful from every angle, it’s easy to see why this piece deserves a coveted spot on the wall. And just look at the lighting effect on the detailed interior portion! Note that it does not include the wooden frame, but you could easily add your own.

Buy It: $21 Medieval Dragons Wall Plaque with Dagger: Sword collectors, dragon fans, and medieval enthusiasts alike are sure to enjoy this decorative plaque. The small dagger knife that comes with it is heavy and very shiny, easily removed from the plaque so you can show it off to friends.

Buy It: $24 Purple Dragon Plaque With Mini Swords: Each sword that comes with this purple-pink dragon plaque is made from polished metal, and though they’re not sharp, they work great as letter openers. The rest of the plaque is made from durable resin.

Buy It: $14 Dragon Display Knife: Are you more interested in decorative knives than miniature swords? This detailed blade is a great display piece and makes a bold first impression.

Buy It: $23 Dragon Knife With Holder: The neck and wing make up the handle of the knife, which fits seamlessly on the dragon body to form a complete sculpture.

Buy It: $23 Dragon Show Blade With Stand: Here’s something even more unusual. This distinctive blade remains unsharpened for safe handling as a display piece, but it retains its daring aesthetic and fierce composition.

Buy It: $17 Dragon Snow Globe: Snow globe collectors and dragon fans alike can appreciate this fun and interactive piece. The dragon and base are hand-painted to enhance the lovely depth of detail.

Buy It: $198 Dragon Chess Set: Detailed pewter chess pieces take on the form of an army of dragons. The transparent glass board reveals a dragon graveyard contained within the crumbling remains of castle walls.

Buy It: $27 Dragon Trinket Box: What could go along with a mythical fantasy theme better than a box of hidden treasures? Simply lift the dragon to reveal what’s inside.

Buy It: $33 Dragon On Orb Sculpture: Here’s another handy vessel that doubles as a catchall for little objects around the house. It could work great in a dragon-themed living room, bedroom, or even the bathroom or kitchen.

Buy It: $23 Dragon Topped Mechanical Box: Finding steampunk home decor isn’t always easy, but this piece is cool on several levels. This decorative box would work great for jewelry, office supplies, dice, or other odd objects.

Buy It: $80 Dragon Hour Glass: Time is an interesting theme for medieval decorations. This hourglass sculpture is 10 inches long and almost 7 inches tall, sure to make an impression sitting on your mantle or shelf.

Buy It: $16 Dragon Stapler: Whether you work from home or want to bring a bit of personal flair to the office, this dragon-shaped stapler is fearsome and individualized.

Buy It: $17 Dragon Utility Holder: Pencils, pens, rubber bands, and paperclips – this 4 inch tall utility holder is a nice addition to any desk.

Buy It: $31 Dragons & Gargoyles Pen Set: Bold writing utensils are a great way to make a memorable first impression. This set of 5 represents a variety of gargoyles and dragons for an unforgettable writing set.

Buy It: $21 Dragon Bookend: These lightweight polyresin bookends make it easy to emphasize medieval influences on any bookshelf. Each dragon features intricate detail and measures in at over 10 inches tall and 7 inches wide, with a manageable width of just over 3 inches.

Buy It: $109 Game Of Thrones Dragon Eggs Bookend: Dragon eggs are a great low-key way to show love for dragons and especially dragons as they relate to Game of Thrones. This is an officially licensed set replicating a wedding gift to Daenerys, each dragon egg standing 7″ tall.

Buy It: $5 Dragon Bookmark: Whether you like to work on beadwork projects or want to add something simple like ribbons, this metal dragon bookmark makes it easy with a little loop hanging from the dragon’s mouth.

Buy It: From $5 Dragon Keychains: These keychains would make great gifts for Game of Thrones fans who want to rep House Targaryen.

Buy It: $28 Dragon Bottle Opener: Bottle openers can be simple affairs, or they can serve as a decorative and delightful fixture in the home. This dragon-shaped bottle opener attaches to the wall to add big personality even when it’s not in use.

Buy It: $15 Solid Pewter Dragon Bottle Opener: Here’s a smaller bottle opener more appropriate for hauling to parties or keeping around the house. The detailed dragon is cast in solid pewter, and the opener is made from durable stainless steel.

Buy It: $30 Dragon Wine Bottle Holder: What a thirsty dragon! Here’s a lovely gift for somebody who loves to sip wine while reading their favorite fantasy or medieval themed books.

Buy It: $79 Dragon Claw Goblet: Game of thrones fans might recognize this dragon claw goblet from a memorable scene between Melisandre and Master Cressen. Its glass bowl holds 12 oz. of your favorite beverage.

Buy It: $15 Dragon Goblet: If you’re looking for an inexpensive goblet for decoration or for sipping small beverages, this handsome piece will draw compliments from any dragon fan.

Buy It: $17 Dragon Chalice: This chalice holds 5 ounces (150 ml) and the stainless steel insert is removable for easy washing. It stands at a full 7 inches tall to make a grand statement at your table.

Buy It: $20 Dragon Mug: Although the manufacturer states this mug is for decoration only, the stainless steel interior ensures it will hold up for everyday use as a penholder or just as a neat decoration for the home.

Buy It: $16 Dragon Salt & Pepper Shakers: Your seasonings are sure to remain safe in the hands of this intimidating guardian. Like many of the cast resin pieces in this post, the detail is unbeatable.

Buy It: $40 Dragon Cake Pan: The detail in this cake pan is almost astonishing. This one holds 8 cups of batter to accommodate larger guest counts, great for a birthday party or other dragon-themed event.

Buy It: From $8 Dragon Moulds: Yep, there’s a whole world of dragon-themed baking accessories out there! It’s always nice to have just the right shape to suit themed parties or to treat a loved one to something out of the ordinary.

Buy It: $52 Dragon Egg Cookie Jar: Is your home a House Targaryen home? This ceramic cookie jar doesn’t contain a soon-to-be hatchling but instead can hold your favorite knickknacks, cut flowers, or of course, cookies.

Buy It: $118 Dragon Wall Art: While an ordinary canvas of this detailed dragon would catch the eye on its own, this unique multi-piece print takes it to the next level. The total size comes to just under 60 inches wide and 40 inches tall to make a big impression.

Buy It: $9 Dragon Wall Decal: These neat decals make it easy to create the visual effect of a flock of dragons soaring across any wall. The included adhesive tape allows you to hang them flat, or you can fold the decals for the cool 3D effect like in the photo.

Buy It: $110 Dragon Bedding & Pillow Set: It’s hard to find dark purple bedding sets in the first place, especially ones with dragons! This bedding set with artwork by Anne Stokes would be the perfect way to tie together a dragon bedroom theme.

Buy It: $25 Dragon Toilet Paper Holder: Bathrooms are great places to embrace distinctive decor. This dragon toilet paper holder would make a great Halloween addition, or could serve as a great thematic addition for a general medieval or gothic theme.

Buy It: $30 Dragon Shower Curtain: Decorative shower curtains offer an instant way to transform the entire look of the bathroom. This one features a distinctive dragon on a washable, waterproof, mildew resistant polyester.

Buy It: $43 Dragon Faucet: If you’re looking for an artistic faucet that doesn’t sacrifice on quality, this piece is certainly a contender for fans of Chinese or Norse dragons. It’s brushed brass construction ensures longevity and style.

Buy It: $10 Oriental Dragon Gong: This cast metal gong is a unique desk topper or decorative item sure to draw comments and interaction from guests. Simply pull back the hanging gong to ring.

Buy It: $20 Sleeping Baby Dragon Garden Statue: What a peaceful little addition to any garden or terrace! This sweet sleepy dragon is sure to stand up to the elements quite well – some have even repurposed this piece as aquarium decor.

Buy It: $85 Dragon of Falkenberg Lawn Statue: Divided into three pieces, this dragon statue looks like it’s swimming through water or diving through the earth. This piece is an obvious choice for garden decor but creative types could likely find a place for it indoors as well.

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