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Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Wings of Fire - Tui T. Sutherland Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Deathbringer/Glory (Wings of Fire), OC/OC, OC(Webspinner)&OC(Acid) Characters: Glory (Wings of Fire), Lapis Lazuli (OC), Acid (OC), Webspinner (oc), Fang (OC) Additional Tags: Fantribes | Original Dragon Tribes (Wings of Fire), Darkstalker did it Summary:

Darkstalker was bored. Bored out of his mind, just waiting forever for Moon to come or something interesting to happen. An idea popped into his head, an old one. Darkstalker was always fascinated with the differences between dragon tribes, and he wondered how far his magic could go. Those intrigues converged at one idea: create his own dragon tribe. Why not?

Or, Darkstalker created a new tribe during Darkness of Dragons, but nobody found out for 20 years. This book takes place 20 years after Darkness of Dragons, and its an au where Pantala kinda didn't happen also because it's my au.

It's always risky killing off a character but if you have to, you must have them HAUNT the narrative. Let their death and absence be constantly felt at some level.

Concept art surrounding the royal crown of the skywings, mayhaps.

pig,,

This trans day of visibility, I’d like to give a shoutout to all those invisible trans people out there. There might be any number of reasons that you might want or need to keep yourself hidden. A good reason doesn’t make it any less painful though, doesn’t stop you from feeling more and more like a ghost.

It’s not much, but I’m reaching out. I see you. Underneath the veils we use to hide ourselves, I see you. You are known to us, your sister and brothers and siblings of all stripes. Stay strong, please. I love you.

The catgirl hasn't even shown up yet and she's all over my dash; but this awesome young orc woman is being overlooked?

Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust (2000) dir. Yoshiaki Kawajiri

Going logged out to the youtube homepage for a glimpse into the twisted reality outside my finely curated little bubble

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I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.

Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.

just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?

Studying linguistics is actually so wonderful because when you explain youth slang to older professors, instead of complaining about how "your generation can't speak right/ you're butchering the language" they light up and go “really? That’s so wonderful! What an innovative construction! Isn't language wonderful?"

it’s remarkable how much money you can save by not leaving the house and not eating and not moving

I don’t have time to draw it right now but while driving home from the winco I saw a happy mustached man pedaling a bike, towing a cart built to look like a chariot, inside of which stood what I can only imagine was his completely expressionless 13 year old in a makeshift corinthian helmet

Don’t lie to your doctor about being a hoe

happy tdov my loves. don't let anyone else define your transness for you.

help trans women evacuate gaza

medieval backstreet boys: you are… my friar

you’re twelve years old and you break your father’s hand when he hi-fives you. the first thing you learn is that the smallest slip up can hurt the people you love. your (foster) father smiles and says it’s okay (it’s not). 

your parents are not your parents. the idyllic farming community that raised you is not your home. you’re a You-Don’t-Know-What from You-Don’t-Know-Where. all you know for sure is that you’re not human. 

so you can fly. so you can run fast. so you can lift cars. so what? why do you even have this power? what should you even do with it? 

your father said do what’s right, so that’s what you do. 

you stop a robbery. the man’s knife shatters against your skin and you see the same fear in his eyes that you saw in your father’s when you were twelve. you catch a falling child before it can hit the water. his mother looks at you like you’re a god. 

they love you, even though they don’t know you. the most powerful man in the world hates you because they love you. 

you wanted to write when you were younger. you wanted to tell stories that needed to be told. you never wanted to star in them. you never wanted super-geniuses and demi-goddesses looking to you for advice; like you have any idea how to handle threats to reality itself. you’re just a kid from smallville who’s trying to do the best he can with what he’s given. 

you try and get back to the farm as much as you can. it feels normal being back among the open wheat; where everyone smiles because you’re that nice Kent boy. 

when you were younger, you pretended to fly, hands out to your sides and running through the tall grass by the river. it doesn’t look as beautiful from on high; the details get lost and the colors of your hometown blur together from a mile above ground. 

the problem with flying is that it puts you so far above people you care about

orca :]

art trade with @nevermore-ramblings hi

WOF x HTTYD crossover where they assume Toothless is just non-verbal.

LOOK AT HIM!!! LOOK AT MY TOOTHLESS MODEL!!!! I MADE THAT THING!!!!!

He's got to be the most polished asset I made so far. More under the cut.

He's got a facerig to rival my WOF models

The saddle came out so nice

I half assed the tail but who cares right??..... right???????

self-defense