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//22.02.17//
Reading and drinking chai at a local cafe ✨

This place is so nice I could stay here forever. I woke up to 600 followers this morning??? How did this happen?? The support and motivation you guys give me is unbelievable, thank you all so much 😊😚

They think they’re trying to help
introducing me to someone else

I play along ‘cause I haven’t
got the heart to tell 'em
that if I dance with somebody
I might want somebody else

And if I want somebody
I might fall in love
and forget what it was to be
wrapped in your arms so tightly

—  James TW - ex

                                                      Jasno 

                                       the last Dragon Keeper

Before mankind was as populous and powerful as it is now, the Dragons would live in Valoran like all common creatures do. Majestic, long lived and magical, they would bring their wisdom and millennial knowledge to those who sought it. Upon discovering how powerfully destructive Dragons could be when disrespected, several nations decided to march against them and destroy their species. The land was shattered from the many battles, but as violent as they were persevering, men finally managed to wipe off most of the species from the face of earth.

Nowadays, very few dragons are alive and they hide wherever they can: in the deep seas around Bilgewater, in the golden sands of Shurima or in the icy could mountains of Freljörd. And they are all the last of their kind. Breeding new whelps is almost impossible: the power of the Dragons has drastically diminished in time and protecting their broods is far from easy. The last litter - of the Purpurea Aurea Dragons - has been found years and years ago by an army of Dragonslayers from Demacia and completely destroyed.

All, but one egg.

❂ Jasno (in south slavic means sharp) is the very last Dragon Keeper. The Dragon Keepers were a special group of people sworn to protect and help the dragons, finding their contribution to the magical and human world more than priceless. A Dragon Keeper knows everything about Dragons, from their birth to their death. They spend several years studying and noting every habit, every trait of every race, sharing their knowledge from relative to children.

❂ Jasno was born a Dragon Keeper. His mother, a Dragon Sorceress, was a powerful being, so loyal to the race she’d been imbued with dragon magic and turn into half a dragon, half a human, and capable to pursuit an extraordinary powerful kind of ancient magic.
Dragon Sorceress have completely disappeared  - maybe.

Jasno is, by now, several hundred years old. His long life is granted by the many Dragon teeth he keeps as belt and necklace. Every tooth has been a gift from a Dragon he helped or trained or saved. When a Dragon is extremely grateful to someone, they gift one of their teeth, granting the bearer long life, great strength and protection. Jasno owns around 40 teeth.

❂ Jasno knows literally everything about dragons. Everything. Every race, every specimen, every step of their growth. He helped many Dragons, younger ones or elder ones, finding shelter and recovering from their injuries after the many wars. He was also called Dragon Trainer.

❂ Jasno can correctly speak six Draconic dialects but would more or less understand all the remaining ones. His favorite one is Shuriman, due to his frienship to a certain Golden Dragon that lives there.

❂ Jasno is fully dedicated to his vocation. He lives with the Dragons and has no fixed home. He learned to avoid humankind and, when forced to visit citadels or markets, hides his role very well. As years went by, he slowly forgot how to deal with humans and is - very awkward to be around. When you’re not a Dragon, that is.

❂ Many Dragons call Jasno a dragon-man. He’s one of them and he’s well known among the remaining creatures. When any of them is in danger or need help, they know who to call.

❂ He often paints his body in scale designs. He changes color according to the season.

                                             Jasno and Cai Cai

❂ Cai Cai (short for Cai'tr'ynn, “she who brings hope”) is the very last Purpurea Aura Dragon existent. She’s born from the last egg, miraculously saved from destruction but highly damaged. Jasno recovered her egg and took care of it as if it was his own. When Cai Cai was born, it was love at first sight.

❂ Jasno would give his life to protect Cai Cai. She’s his baby princess. Aside from the enormous value she owns as a Dragon, she’s the most precious thing in his life. He’s been raising her for the past ten years, teaching her how to hunt, how to fly (with poor results) and how to behave like a Dragon. 

❂ Cai Cai’s scales are of pure gold. Jasno knows well how dangerous it is for her to be spotted or caught. When it comes to her safety, he’s wilder than any regular Dragon.

❂ …


Me and @cup-cait have been writing randomly about them for a few weeks now. But given the new dragon themed skins are out, I decided to put this here. I have tons and tons of sketches, but they’ll mostly remain so and I’ll eventually post them later. 

So today I found someone holding a ToG book at school...

And I was like having a spaz attack internally but I tried to act cool so I was like “Hello, sorry to bother but are you re-reading that or is this your first time?”
She was like “um… first but if you want to talk about it talk to her” she pointed to the girl behind me and she was holding QoS and that’s when I had a full on spaz attack..
I was like “OMG!!! HAVE YOU GOT EOS YET?!?”
She was like “Omg yes!”
I was so excited because she spoke with emotion about the book. And I was like “OMG YOUR GOING TO LOVE IT!!!” She was like “YAY!” And then I walked off… Why did I walk off? Because the bell went. But I had time… to warn her.
But I didn’t warn her of the pain.
I didn’t warn her or tell her that she will be crying for hours.
I didn’t spare her from the pain .
I’m sorry- NOT SORRY!

I’m not sorry because she is going to love it so much but she will hate it. And I will watch as it happens.

Sinjir things from Aftermath: Empire’s End

  • descriptions of him:
    • “a tall man with a hawk’s-beak nose and dark eyes”
    • “a shadow long and lean, skin the color of sakai-wood, everything sharp as a pair of snip-shears”
    • in other words: almost certainly not white
  • “Wakey-wakey,” Sinjir says all too cheerfully. “Time to move and time to shake-y.”
    • his mom used to say that to him in the mornings, and he repeated this to a criminal they were chasing
    • (his mom would then proceed to start hitting him with a broom if he didn’t get up, so uh…not a good mom, it can be assumed)
  • he was originally training to be a stormtrooper but then was selected as a loyalty officer
  • small sinjir is angry and alone and has no friends
  • “over time, you’ve learned to protect yourself by preemptively hating everyone else”
  • the training for loyalty officers consists of literal torture and bone breaking until the kids are ready to start torturing other people
  • “I am the brightest beam of light”
    • originally a phrase from that training, having to do with uncovering information
    • but Sinjir takes it and makes it his own, repeating it over and over to himself, while saving Conder, the man he loves

Imagine seeing Woozi get really excited when you two visit a music store.

sits straight up

Arabella sketching Emma in bed with her hair all messy

that is all

‘I think about your thighs,’ he wrote in the second letter, and the warm, moist smell of your skin in the morning, and the tiny eyelash in each corner of your eye that I always notice when you first roll over to look at me. I don’t know why you are better and more beautiful than anybody else. I don’t know why your body is something I can’t stop thinking about, why those little flaws and ridges on your back are lovely to me or why the pale soft bottoms of your New Jersey feet that always wore shoes are more poignant than any other feet, but they are. I thought I would have more time to chart your body, to map its poles, its contours and terrains, its inner regions, both temperate and torrid - a whole topography of skin and muscle and bone. I didn’t tell you, but I imagined a lifetime as your cartographer, years of exploration and discovery that would keep changing the look of my map. It would always need to be redrawn and reconfigured to keep up with you. I’m sure I’ve missed things..or forgotten them, because half the time I’ve been wandering around your body blind drunk with happiness. There are still places I haven’t seen.
—  Siri Hustvedt, What I Loved