if i text u back after 3 months ghosting u mind your business
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some of the homies and I were talking very small dragons who are trained to steal captains off of larger dragons. They are small enough that they can't be ridden and once they snatch their targeted captain they pretty much plummet to a larger dragon to deposit their prize and also for safety.
As I said they are smoll
They work in teams swarming the dragon whose captain they plan to steal, screeching and darting about to make themselves harder targets to shoot but also to make it harder to see which one is getting ready to dive. They grab the captain and use their momentum rip him, harness straps and all, from his dragon.
I first imagined them to me a plain rock grey
but maybe they seasonally change colors, or there's just a moss variant or lichen variant, as seen below
anyway, i don't know if I'll ever draw more of these little guys, but it was fun while it lasted
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Night night British shadow lover, I’m done with haikus for the day, but I’ll never be tired of you beautiful eyes
Well someone hasn't read about general poetry and or literature
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toji sits up against the headboard of your shared bed. he's not wearing a shirt (he never sleeps with a shirt on) and he's reading his dorky little glasses (you don't call them dorky in front of him though). he's so focused on his flip phone that he doesn't notice you crawling up right beside him. snaking your hands around his middle, you peek at what he's doing.
a text message to shiu.
"kys"
...
you crane your neck to look at your boyfriend and he stares back with the most casual look on his face. "what?"
he's so serious. he's not kidding. he shuts off the phone and throws it onto the small bedside table before turning back to you. his big arms wrap around you, pulling you right into his warm chest. he looks so handsome with the glasses on.
"you're so mean. what did shiu do to you?" you fake a pout and he flicks your forehead (lovingly, of course).
"told me to come to work early." he laughs at the way you squirm in his hold, gasping and huffing at his antics. you bury your face into him in order to escape his teasing. "but y'd die if i did that, hm?"
he's not wrong. you hate when he goes to work, you wish you could just stay with him. be with him. at all times.
"whatever."
he hums ands you feel your world shake. after afew quiet seconds, you whisper into his skin. "we can go to that pancake place tomorrow then?"
"what happened to 'whatever', sweetheart?"
you hear the dumb grin in his voice and beatiful butterflies fill your stomach. "yes, i would die. can we please go to the pancake place tomorrow?"
locking eyes with him, you stare into his mossy eyes through his glasses. a birthmark greets you, inviting you even closer and closer as you admire him. he really does look good.
toji counts the freckles on your skin, the moles, the scars, and thinks about how sweet you are. he hopes you never stop being a little brat. "that's what i had in mind, yeah."
the golden lighting from the lamp beside him, paints him in the most comfortable lighting. his tan looks godly and it's hard to believe that you can really call him yours. but you can. he already made s reservation at the cute little pancake restaurant. he wants to watch your eyes twinkle as you stare at the stack of goodies in front of you.
(he wants you to look at him the same way.)
(you always do.)
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