#Ram Dakota

[gtopcars]

The 2024 Dodge Ram Dakota or 2024 Dodge Dakota is a mid-size pickup truck manufactured by Dodge, RAM Trucks. The 2024 Dodge RAM Dakota is the basis for the Jeep Gladiator, which would race the Ford Ranger, Chevrolet Colorado, GMC Canyon, and Toyota Tacoma.

[huevobuevo]

Omg u guys rlly liked the first post :3 YAYYY!!!

Here’s the rest of my blind live-sketches while I finish transferring the rest of the episode 10 canvases

Yea honestly imma use tides canon suit cause idk how the Fuck to design super suits man FML

Also fucking HATED the party city ghost design despite how much I loved the episode - THE DESCRIPTION THEY GAVE ME WAS GAUDY AND AWFUL OKAY I MADE DO WITH WHAT I HAD IM SORRY😭😭😭😭

[a-cat-in-toffee]

I feel like civ Dakota would love ram and striker (?)

ram definetly I think he's too much energy for strider tho GIGGLES. ram thinks that ashe and dakota are chill. dakota doesn't like how much ram smokes and is very vocally about it.

[headoverheelsforus]

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[hitracks]

wait THIS IS HOW MY LAS NEVADAS CHUCKLE SANDWICH AU CAN STILL WORK . NO ONE FGUCKING MOVE

something just happened

[themareverine]

Until We Fall | somewhere in the past, North Dakota (in other words, the prologue) | worst!Logan Howlett

summary: He'd given her everything, would give her anything.

warnings: AU events of Logan 2017, MC death, trauma.

a/n: no explanation, just pain.

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"Laura—Laura, no!"

They say that life altering moments most often happen in slow motion, in slow heartbeats and throbbing blood. And recollection of those seismic moments for the rest of eternity—they come in slow, mirror images of what's already buried in time. Forgetting how to breathe is almost a stipulation. Paralysis, a qualification. Anatomy all but ceases to function as reality kicks down the door of absolution, racing in like a battering ram. Splintering the few seconds of time before the cataclysm.

She couldn't have reached Laura in time, even if she'd seen it coming. Survival laced with the intoxicating cocktail of adrenaline had already etched this moment into stone, set things in motion that couldn't be undone from twenty five feet to her left—couldn't be resolved with her fingers buried knuckle deep in some yahoo's gut structure. By the time she saw the telltale, unmistakable swing of the pistol's arch coming around the little girl's body, she knew.

Laura, in her short life, had probably never even held a pistol, accustomed instead to sheathed adamantium blades and rage. Even from here she could see her aim was high. Shaky, unpracticed. Terrified and enraged, like an inferno dancing around a whirlwind. A ticking time bomb waiting to seal fate—to change the world among the North Dakota evergreens and crisp, deep woods air.

Low on her legs, the pistol shook ravenously in the girl's hands. Even from across the forest leaves and rocks and dirt, she could see the girl's brow pull into a wrinkled line. Bloodstained and adrenaline galloping through her small frame, she may as well have been set on fire—even her finger kissed the trigger in slow motion. Frame by frame, she couldn't have pulled her fist from her attacker's abdomen fast enough.

Even if Laura had heard her, there was no undoing. The shot cracked the air with a resolution that could rattle worlds. Even the air didn't move, the trees seemed to stand all-soldier. Like sentinels, they canopied the scene, looking down as the creature christened X-24 hit paydirt, unforgivingly hard. Ragdoll and slack. Blood rivered from his head like an emptied canoe. Staining the earth, timestamping these seconds in history.

She watched Logan jar backward on impact, considering his goliath form for only seconds before reality struck her upside her own head. His enraged roar, the sudden all-stop of steps permanently halted by the jarring collision of a bullet. Staggering, he didn't even have time to glance her way—reality hit her like sunlight cresting the new morning. Her heart stopped beating, bones unable to support her as she staggered forward, tripping over air and a shriek that may as well have ripped open her meatshirt.

Logan's frame hit the earth almost automatically. Without so much as a full breath arching his chest. Clawing through the dirt, harsh forest floor piked up her nailbeds. Ripped at her blood-stained skin. Blood from the man she had dismembered still warm and tacky between her fingers mingled with dirt and pine needles, felt like sin staining her soul. Sin and survival, who could tell the difference when her heart was clawing out of her chest?

Somewhere behind her, she heard the pistol hit the earth with a polite thud—-heard Laura's weight buckle in shock.

"Logan!"

Barely breathing, she hauled herself to her feet and would've flown had God designed it that way. In two shallow, burning heaves of air she skidded to a stop beside him, his limp form splayed onto the earth in a gruesome display. Hands skimming over his wounds, over the scarlet pools of blood around his chest—she didn't know where his blood started and stopped, where it had been contaminated with that of their enemies. It didn't matter.

Eyes moving to his face, her breath hitched heavily in her chest like the snap of a pistol's slide. Gnawing at her ribs like a rabid wolf, her gut rose to the back of her throat and she heaved—turning from him, she leaned away and vomited across the forest floor. Wicked ice rose up beneath her skin, violently rattling her limbs. Uncontrollably feverish, her teeth began to chatter, the sour sting of vomit lingering on her back teeth as she choked on the sob rewriting her soul.

"Logan!" Guttural, her shriek was animalistic. White hot rage. Pain, loss, disbelief consumed her like a rip current, carrying her out and back again. Pulling her under, drowning her in reality.

This can't be happening, no nono—Jesus, please…..not now, not Logan, please anyone else—isn't….this isn't fair….

Every stage of grief hit at once.

A long black train, pistoning her soul to hell and back. Whiplashing between reality and nightmare. For a moment she wondered if she had died, unable to note the difference between the living and dead—what was tangible and ill. She choked on air. Fought the ache in her lungs for it. Drowned in her own sticky saliva and vomit that wouldn't stop coming. Charred by the hot acid splashing the back of her throat again and again. Turned inside out, she counted every organ in her body all at once, function and purpose—their miserable failure, only to painfully jumpstart her back to life.

She screamed. Again and again and again and again until they cracked like broken hourglasses, spilling the sands of time loved, now lost. Her bones trembled with fury, white-hot lava that boiled over in a wellspring unidentified in her low parts. Animalistic pain gripped her like a master puppeteer, flinging her spine forward into a low, all-fours posture not far removed from that of an animal—ripping dirt from the earth, she flung handfuls of it in every direction. The toes of her boots ground into the dirt, leaving small ravines as she about-faced, vicious like a predator. Forecasting the forest floor, the next heartbeats.

Nothing but innocent eyes, aghast and horrified, stared back at her. Most dead, many still living. Still hoping.

But it was over. Cuts like a white-hot katana to the gut. "Get away from us, all of you!" Rage. Angry, otherworldy, mountainous rage. "Logan," she turned back to him, eyes surveying his splayed form, "enough of this!" Of course nothing but postmortem weight hung in the air, life seeping into the forest floor with every ounce of blood dripping from his veins.

Whatever strength the outburst had called for evaporated, the air out of her sails and asystole in her chest. Sinking to her knees, she clawed at her own skin, numb to anything but the earthquake of loss shaking her frame. Able to feel him slipping away, she could've watched his soul slip away if God had allowed it. Farther and farther, nothing else— the familiar sting of splitting skin between her knuckles, intimate agony of bone finding the air from beneath her living flesh. It was nothing, borderline unreal.

She may well have been all paralyzed, white noise.

Screaming, sobbing, shaking violently. Fighting the urge to keep vomiting out the very contents of her guts and failing, only to fight again. She shrieked until her throat closed, until words came in painful, unintelligent garbles only identified as sticky saliva, spit-stained utterances. Violent cold gnawed at her flesh, reminding her that it was spring in whatever God forsaken wood this was, and that she'd lost her coat somewhere in the fray—it kept her grounded, for all of a few heartbeats.

Slowly she came back to reality, to the borders beyond the immediate whiplash. Sentinel, all-shielding forest. Still, quiet air crisp and clean, reminding her she was alive with every pull into her chest. Youth and innocence pounding with every heartbeat that watched, waiting.

He would be furious at her for letting go, for losing control. People like them couldn't break, one finger on the pulse of the moment—people like them kept it together. In her mind's eye, she could feel him grab her by the back of her neck. Whirl her around, fight for her attention. Nose-to-nose, chest-to-chest, he'd get in her face and tell her to simmer the fuck down and get it together. People like us, we can't lose control, sweetheart—focus. Survive. Not for us, for them.

But what about you, Logan?

Wiping at the tears trying to cut away the guts and blood and gore on her face, she sank low on her knees. Strawman, unable to feel or think past the sting of cold air and pain in her limbs. Swallowing a breath, gagging on her own spit. His void expression, closed and quiet, face upturned. She followed—blue sky, crystalline blue sky and a gorgeous canopy of undying evergreen. Cumulus clouds, rolling by, shadowing them from the heavens. Maybe even God.

He didn't move. Already terrifyingly cold as she rested her hand against his arm. Nails biting into his flesh as she curled her fingers around once-living muscle, now little more than dead weight on the ground. Sputtering on a shallow whimper, she slipped her arms under him. Hauled his head to rest in her lap. He was astronomically heavy, it was painfully obvious. Eyes still far away and closed, her fingers carefully carded through his hair, still damp with sweat.

"Logan," her voice cracked, this time almost to a decibel she couldn't believe, "my Wolverine—please," Chin bowing to her chest, her shoulders earthquaking with another sob. Tears dripped from her face into his hair, her fingers combing them through in vain effort to wash him. Mary of Magdala had washed the feet of Christ with tears, redeeming her soul—perhaps this would redeem him, his life. Restore what had been so gutteraly ripped away.

He'd always said to be ready, she'd always tried to be. She wasn't. A thief in the night, this happened all too quickly. Too much left unsaid, untouched, unfelt.

"Don't leave me," fingers gently brushing over the hair on his face, hair that had made her chuckle just hours before as children had taken to him as their own little plaything. The look on his face at his own reflection had been priceless, rousted a giggle from her that tipped a smile on her lips. Now little more than pinpricks of what would be touch to numb hands, "I— how do I live without you, Logan," the truth, larger than life and snapping like the jaws of a frothing animal at her psyche, "Baby, baby please. I love you. I love you, I've always loved you, I love you—come back to me! Come back to the living—" every ounce of religion flooded to the surface like rising water to the delta, every seed of faith. All prayer; every bone. He could do this, she believed it—

"—to go. We have to leave, Miss Mare—he called for more men, we have to leave."

Foreign, the voice was plagued with naiveté. Leave? There was nowhere to go, nothing to live for. Her entire world was bleeding into the earth here on the forest floor. She wouldn't have felt an assault anyway, better to die paralyzed and numb than be ripped apart in a fight to live. Logan had died. Logan had—

"—Mare, Miss Mare. Please," Logan. She could hear him, even now, dead on the ground. His voice rapid fire in her ears, telling her to get up. Fight. Don't look back, push harder, survive. Get the fuck up, princess, and do what needs doing. Gaping like a fish out of water, her mouth opens and closes on words that aren't there. How does she do what needs doing without him? It doesn't feel possible, an anomaly.

A mutated form of living with no benefits, no hope.

My Wolverine," she doesn't realize she's actually said it until it suffocates under a gut wrenching wail. "LOGAN!"

His features, marred and dismantled, blur behind a veil of tears. Probably for the best—she couldn't look at it yet. Couldn't stomach the void in the center of his skull, taking from her everything that had mattered. One bullet. One adamantium bullet and her entire world had eviscerated, gutted of purpose. Everything that mattered. Would matter. The rest of her living days of joy. Gone, slipping between her fingers.

Helpless little hands grab at her arm. "Mrs. Howlett," it's pleading. Innocence, terrified purity. On the bleeding edge of desperation. Like a prayer, seeking redemption and revelation—revelation no longer beating in the chest of the dead, cold and still on the forest floor beneath her hands.

Her gaze casts to X-23, across the floor. Laura. Grief stricken, milkwhite with the phantom of shock etched across her much too young face. Guilt assailed her like a veil, a guilt she'd carry for the rest of her life—answers. X-23 would need answers, answers she didn't know if she'd ever have to give. Logan's last fight, his last purpose had been this young girl, getting her, getting them all to a new life. To Eden. His last valiancy, wrapped up in a little girl that wasn't even theirs.

How do I live without you, Logan?

She lowers to brush her nose against his. Moving slowly, ever so slowly to gently kiss his lips, like he's glass and might break. Because he has, has before. His lips are cold already, waxy. Chapped like they always are. He's dead, but he feels and smells so much like the living. Any second now, kissing him upside down, his fingers would dig into her ribs and make her scream with life, with laughter. He'd tease her and tell her to act her age, not really realizing that to them, age means nothing.

Instead all she tastes is blood and sweat and dirt, cocktailed with her own tears that nearly choke the life out of her lungs. Her fingers curl into the flesh of his face, as if it'll pull him back. Snap him out of this charade of forensic, anatomical ceasefire that's ripped him away. It doesn't. It isn't the answer, doesn't put two and two together and never would. Touching him like this never would.

Logan had been her answer. To prayer, to life, to happiness, to love, absolution. The object of her life's purpose. He'd been the light of her life, a gift of heaven. Loved her viciously, the only one to do so—the only one to lend part of himself to.

Set aside for her, from the very foundations of the earth. Wholly perceived, divinely goliathed. He'd taught her everything—about him, about life, about mutation and life's purposes within the uncertain. Taken her hand and shown her the most reckless, passionate, whole way to live and let life—how to breathe again. How to love. How to feel and be and move. He'd given her everything, would give her anything. Fierce, loyal. Tortured, stitched back together with resolve and determination, hope. Magnificent, undivided, indestructible. Power personified—

—I'm sorry, Logan—

—a Wolverine.

[thebiscuiteternal]

Vice President: JD Vance, the guy who once called him "America's Hitler" and now sucks up to everything he says.

Secretary of State: Marco Rubio, the guy who once called him "a Third-World Strongman" and said that "We can not allow a con artist to get access to the nuclear codes of the United States of America," and now sucks up to everything he says.

Ambassador to Israel: Mike Huckabee, an ex-Baptist Minister who hosts Evangelical tourist trips to Jerusalem out of fervent belief in the End of Days and has frequently made crass remarks about ovens and concentration camps. Also ex-Governor of Arkansas and father of the current Governor of Arkansas, Sarah Huckabee, who's managed to ram through even more unhinged legislation than he ever did.

Ambassador to the UN: Elise Stefanik, conspiracy theorist who still backs the "Stop the Steal" movement and claims Nancy Pelosi was the real organizer behind Jan 6th.

Defense Secretary: Pete Hegseth, ex-Guantanamo guard turned Fox News Host who wants to "root out the disloyal".

Homeland Security: Kristi Noem, soon-to-be-ex-Governor of South Dakota known for treating local tribes like shit and killing a dog, Tom Homan, the guy responsible for the zero tolerance 'kids in cages' rules, and Steven Miller, a known white supremacist.

Isn't Even An Actual Department Yet: Elon fucking Musk.

Department of Education: Nobody, because he wants to demolish it.

[adriswrld]

LA Knight x Fem! Wrestler Reader

plot: reader gets hurt during her Wargames match and her ex boyfriend, Shaun (irl name) immediately gets concerned for her and goes to check on her trope: exes to lovers with LA Knight/ Eli Drake/ Max Dupri whatever u wanna call him pairings: wrestler reader x LA Knight / reader x (platonic) Carmelo Hayes a.n: Y/N replaces Cora Jade in the match (2021 wargames)

Y/N was standing on the top of the cage ready to perform the Swanton Bomb onto Jacy Jayne who laid on the table and let out a shaky breath. Y/N did insane and risky moves all the time but it still made her nervous because you never knew what could happen. "Wargames baby!" Y/N grinned, diving off the cage onto Jacy with a Swanton Bomb as Kay Lee Ray and Io Shirai held Jacy in place, breaking through the table. Y/N clenched her jaw and held in her scream as she felt her shoulder pop completely out of place. Y/N immediately cradled it and rolled off of Jacy as the crowd chanted 'HOLY SHIT!' for the move she just did.

Kay Lee had immediately kneeled down to Y/N, seeing her clutching her shoulder and it didn't look like selling. "What's wrong? You okay?" Kay Lee asked, helping Y/N lean into the corner as Io made her way over in concern. "It's dislocated. I gotta pop it back in place, then I can keep going," Y/N explained silently so the cameras and mics didn't pick up on it. "Alright, get on that, we'll improvise without you," Kay Lee said, walking to the other ring to continue to wrestle with Dakota Kai as they had to keep the match going.

Y/N had looked around hoping to find someway to pop it back in as it was now literally hanging off. "What the hell are you guys doing standing there?! Get out there! Get her out!" Shaun shouted at the medical team which made Shawn Michaels immediately go over to calm him down. Triple H got the medical team out there immediately as Shawn tried to calm down Knight. "Relax, she's gonna be fine," Shawn said. This didn't calm Knight down though as he paced back in forth, watching the monitors.

Y/N walked down to the door where medical attention was, gesturing her over so they could check on her. "I'm fine, it's alright. I can keep going," Y/N said, they didn't agree with this but they had no choice but to listen to her. She did have a lot of power backstage and if she refused help during a match then so be it. Y/N was known for always finishing a match no matter what happened. Y/N stood up and clenched her jaw, ramming her shoulder into the ring post as the crowd winced.

"Oh my god what the hell is wrong with her," Knight muttered. He hated how he still loved her despite how crazy stupid she was being. HBK managed to get him to calm down and head backstage so he could get dressed in his gear for later that night as he also had a Wargames match.

Y/N rammed her shoulder into it one more time, the crowd winced and Y/N let out a sigh of relief, the second time popping her shoulder back in place. Y/N leaned against the cage and nodded at Io and Kay Lee telling them that she could keep going. They still looked at her like she was crazy but she only smirked and gave them a wink. Y/N went on the finish and win the match for her team, pinning Jacy Jayne for the win. She had told them they needed to go after her shoulder to make it more realistic and so they did, it hurt like a bitch but it made the match more memorable and that's all Y/N cared about. Was that the fans had fun.

Immediately when they got backstage, the medical team rushed over to her but she brushed them off wanting to talk with Triple H and Shawn Michaels. "I'm alright, I can go a few minutes without medics," Y/N said, making them back off but follow her just incase she didn't faint or anything. Unfortunately for Y/N she was getting very drowsy. "Ay Y/N you good?" Carmelo asked, making his way over to her. Y/N and Carmelo were very close as Y/N helped train him in the PC. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine-" Y/N breathed just before going unconscious but Carmelo caught her and they had him carry her to the trainers room.

Carmelo pulled out his phone and shot a quick text to Knight.

Carmelo Hayes

Ay yo girl in the trainers room rn, she fainted. I think it's bc she took way too much hits on the shoulder, it's damaged real bad. Might wanna get her asap.

LA Knight

yeah on my way

Carmelo sat down in the corner as medics examined her bruised up shoulder. Knight rushed in and immediately walked over to Y/N's body laid down on the table. "Yo, you should probably wake her up." Carmelo said. Knight nodded and gently patted Y/N's face, causing her to slowly open her eyes with a groan as she felt the pain in her shoulder. "Oh god, you should've let me stay unconscious," Y/N muttered, looking at Knight with squinted eyes, not expecting to wake up and immediately see her ex boyfriend looking at her. "Ouch, Y/N. That hurt," Knight said sarcastically and Y/N glared at him.

"This is why I dumped you. You're such an a-" Y/N was cut off when Carmelo quickly cut her off before she could say anything she would regret. "All right, well before this turns into a rage room we should probably check to see if you're actually able to move your arm." Carmelo said, looking down at her brusied up shoulder that honestly looked so bad it's like it was broken or something. "Considering all the damage you took, even after popping it back in, it looks like you're gonna be out of action for quite sometime. In fact, I'm gonna say maybe two months to play it safe," the doctor said.

"No way, I can't take off two months. I have a championship match, that I'm supposed to win. I'm supposed to be champion. I can't let that go," Y/N said, shaking her head in disbelief. "I'm sorry but you have no choice. If you continue to wrestle then you can permanently damage your shoulder which is far worse," they said. Y/N licked her lips and sighed, "Can I be alone please?" She requested, they nodded and left the room immediately. Shaun and Melo immediately went to leave as well but Y/N reached out and grabbed Shaun's hand, "Melo, can you let Dakota and Kay Lee know I'm alright please?"

Melo gave her nod and walked out, shutting the door so the two could have some privacy. "Why are you here? Why do you care about me so much after how I treated you?" Y/N asked, letting his hand go to hold the ice up to her brusied shoulder, clenching her jaw slightly at the pain. "I would say the breakup was fifty-fifty," Shaun mumbled, leaning on the counter and Y/N rolled her eyes with a small chuckle. "I just can't seem to let you go, ya know? I seen you get hurt and I was just so worried about you. Like a million things ran through my mind about what could've went wrong. I don't know, I just know that I hate seeing you get hurt," he explained.

"I get it. I'm not exactly over you either. I never was, I just overreacted when you said you loved you. It was just, I was going through a lot with my sister so I didn't really believe you loved me which is why I pushed you away. Truth is, I do love you. Probably more than anyone I've ever been with in the past. I was just scared of admitting it." Y/N looked down, biting her lip and not making eye contact with him but he was already looking at her the entire time. "Y/N, look at me," He said, causing her to slowly look up at him, scared that he might be harsh after the way their breakup happened.

"I love you, Y/N." She smiled to herself and looked down but he used her hand to raise her chin and press their lips together softly. Pulling away for breath, Y/N smiled and sighed, "Do you wanna move in with me?" Y/N asked, knowing it was a risky question but she would understand he didn't say yes. Shaun grinned and Y/N's eyes widened, "Don't you dare do it!"

"Yeahhhh!!!!"

[five-lives-liveblog]

Story time? Without me?! Unbelievable.

Ram: Ignore Dakota. After people got to know each other more, blah, blah, blah, Scott's brother, Xornoth, decided to ruin everything and take control of my body, cause havoc, almost kill Pix, False, et cetera. And then Scott went insane and so did Pearl and everyone had to get together to stop them, and Xornoth gave me his powers to stop Scott, and then he killed himself to make Scott weaker–which worked, but I almost died from exhastion and Scott was killed and then revived by Lizzie in a new body to stop him from being the perro he was, and then I started appearing as a 3rd person in other worlds, witnessing events, whatever happened.

Martyn and Scott fused.

Ace: They have to deal with fusing here?!

Glass: Why did you have to remind me of the time me and Mr. Monochrome over here fused?

Suffer.

Grian: ... I...let's just...go to the next story.

[intertexts]

I see your "Virion cries out for Ram when badly injured" and raise you "Virion rambles about his backstory when badly injured". The rest of nhw learning about what happened to him through slurred words he doesn't remember the next day, feeling guilty for listening but unable to stop

HEY SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE OVER A WEEK 2 ANSWER BUT LIKE. SUPER AWESOME ASK TO RECIEVE. brought this 2 the council immediately here r some loose thoughts <33 i'm like. always so so so down for this shit i think it's so good....... the thing is like. yeah. for early wards virion, like... Literally anything he could say that's not About Work would feel like such an invasion of privacy 2 dakota and wibby. i think maybe it's. Worse, honestly, if it's nothing big that they find out-- just. y'know. the names of people in his family, the way he talks when he's like, comfortable around people and not guarding every single word he says. maybe he kind of leans on dakota's shoulder and melts onto him a lil or something and he's Never willingly touched Either of them before that except in the context of like. quick clinical power copying for fighting & training. sudden and awful realization that he's human and he's a kid like them!!!! (there's also some vague wards-finding-out-his-Everything stuff we've got on the slow cooker... of course it is william can't keep his nose out of anything even when he should wisp making discoveries that he Really Regrets!!)

[time-for-crows]

Williams southern accent getting stronger when Ram comes out in battle or something and after the first time he’s so embarrassed he locks himself in his room for two hours straight while Dakota laughed at him. Dakota not even laughing at the accent he’s just laughing at Will’s reaction

[bizlybebo]

hiiiiii vixen bebo do u want to talk abt hunger games prime defenders what if some representation of the trickster was ashes mentor. wkould that be crazyyyy.......

YEYSEYSYESYEYS PLEASE. SERVICE IS STILL SPOTTY BUT AAAAA YESYESYES

dude. some representation of the trickster as ashe’s mentor…. ougghh…

tide as dakotas mentor btw. mal as william’s maybe….. min or ram as vyncent’s (would also be cool if vyncent was from a district with a lot of victors,, so the rest of the greats were all victors who supported him from the sidelines)

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

MAC ik ur mark winters posting rn but i finished ep 11 of s2 today and i HAVE 2 just. aghgh. virian chose to go back to prime THAT'S HIS HOME NOW....... HELLO. HI. like god yes dakota is a dense motherfucker and william gets jealous when virian even so much as looks at a girl their age but THEY ARE HIS FAMILY ;-; THEY ARE DUMBASSES AND THEY ARE STUPID AND THEY ARGUE AND FIGHT OVER WHO GETS TO DRIVE AND MAKE EACH OTHER POSSESS CHICKENS AND THEY ARE HIS FAMILY. he's been wanting to go home for ages but even his mom being back on fauna wasn't enough to keep him from going home with his best friends. hi im whiskey and im gonna be thinking about virian sol a lot <3 also i thought william's wiwi nickname was from the fandom I DID NOT KNOW DAKOTA CALLED HIM THAT CANONICALLY!!! that's adorable :3 if william wisp is wiwi..... then on fauna, WARLOCK william wisp... is wawiwi!!!!! anyway i hope ur having a great time thinking about that depressed bisexual man <3 im gonna start writing a pd fic now that i've met the greats properly and might b able 2 write them better. i love the greats i love ram so so much my beloved cowboy. grabbing him in my hands and squishing him like a stress ball

IM SORRY ABOUT MY MARK POSTING. IM HABING A MOMENT I DONT KNOW WHWRE IT CAME FROM. IVE LITERALLY BEEN ON THE VERGE OF TEARS FOR LIKE A HALF HOUR I HAVE *GOT* TO PUT MY PHONE DOWN AND PLAY SDV OR SOMETHING. HRGGGHR

anyway oh my godddddd vyncent sol I love you. the prime defenders are his family too. prime has become just as much of a home to him as fauna . ALSO YEAH WIWI IS CANON HEHEHE. WAS RLLY EXCITED FOR U TO LEARN THAT. man I thought the dnd episodes were so cool dakota is so monk coded already and william is the world's lamest warlock they're so perfect <3

I LOVE THE GREATS A LOT TOO. im a little upset we didn't get to hear them talk more outside of vyncents head. really REALLY hoping we get to see more of them in season 3 bc that feels like such a loose thread ... man. I just think theyre cool . ram is my favorite too i think but alphonz and min are VERY close seconds :] I really like the dynamic between alphonz and william hehe

[a-cat-in-toffee]

Wiliam sees a glint in vyncents eye and mistakes it for the paladin while it's one of the others and he stays far away

ram voice the fuck was his problem ? ashe voice the paladin. ram voice ah, that old prude. yeah, hes all of our problem.

[sleepyowlwrites]

writing prompts! songs with funny names edition

find the artists by searching the names of the songs.

the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us!

10,000 year earworm to discourage resettlement near nuclear waste repositories

dead people tea

you're nobody till somebody wants you dead

danny, dakota & the wishing well

the kids don't stand a chance

unicorns die when you leave

you told the drunks I knew karate

tuna fish

in the best case scenario we'd die at the same time

does your cat of a mustache?

the room is filled with people that love you

house of 1992 built like a ship

the darker the weather // the better the man

I'm a member of the midnight crew

riding my bicycle (from feddersensgate 5a to mØllerveien 31)

the king beetle on a coconut estate

introduction to blasterpiece

pantsuit sasquatch

the daughter of the fish and the ram

there is a rock in my house

the consequence of imagination is fear

calm is intention devouring its frailty

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So i did wanna bring this stuff to your attention cuz i know you like to report on all this,

Apparently there has been sightings of a non-fiery volcarona in the upper Montana / North Dakota region. Alot of people in my town have either completely discredited it, or will pull out their phone to show you evidence.

Supposedly it never flies, rams into whatever it locks eyes with, and doesn't flame up, so you can't see it in the dead of night (supposedly also nocturnal). Idk if this matches up with anything you know of, but I'd love to hear your input!

Have you heard of the cryptid Slither Wing?

That's the closest thing I can think of to what you're describing. It should be noted that Slither Wing is mostly just... a legend. I would guess it's probably something else more mundane - maybe a Volcarona with a strange health condition? - but it does sound awfully close to the most common descriptions of Slither Wing.