#fuck this dragon btw

[himbo-aficionado]

understandable, have a great day. 

[minionsuncle]

Blarmy!

[blueskittlesart]

Linktober day 17: dragons

[tides-and-moon]

listen hes one of the rat grinders today but tomorrow he could be adaines cool dragon boyfriend. we can make it happen. in this essay i will

[cable-salamdr]

“Since the Merge, I— I’ve never been without my best friend.”

Loneliness gets us all.

[withdenim]

So uh. How about that time skip huh. (Corvus composing and performing the best track in the show was so hot of him btw if you care)

[dipperscavern]

cregan's size kink is insaneeeew. ik u mentioned how big he is compared to jace. in all senses. like he just wants to protect u in his big arms and to feel your frame against his. his sweet little girl. this big brutish man of the north and his pretty princess. gods.

HELLOOOOOOOOOO ATLANTA (anon referencing this)

CREGAN SIX E KINN CRHEAN KSIZE KINK

i am chewing at the walls ily ily ily omg okay so. cregan is big. he’s big, burly, and brooding (it’s the stark blood). i just KNOW the size difference between you would drive him crazy. whenever your hand is on his bicep as you walk around, he has to physically stop himself from glancing at it. because if he does, he won’t be able to focus for the rest of the day. your hand is almost hidden by the furs of his cloak, but from what he can see, you aren’t even close to wrapping fully around his bicep. your hands are so small, and he’s so big, muscles thick & honed that are firm under your touch.

he has this innate urge to shield your body with his. like on your way traveling to the wall, you stop at inns for the night, and sometimes, they aren’t in the best places. walking in to see few crooks and people that cling to the walls, looking around them as if expecting to be surprised by something anytime soon. and seeing you, a sweet, pretty thing — wife to lord cregan stark of winterfell walk in quickly grabs their attention. has them smiling, licking their lips & sitting back in their chairs, spreading their legs wide. instead of next to him, cregan has you behind him fully. anyone that wants to think about getting a glimpse of you has to look past the thick wall of muscle in front of you first. he holds your hand tight, using it to pull you & keep you flush against him.

& when you finally get to the wall, it’s freezing. the cold gnaws at your bones in a way you could never fathom until now, but cregans done this dance before. as you stand on the platform that overlooks beyond the wall, cregan sees your shiver. he crowds your space, blocking the wind with himself. he shares his heat with you, and you lean against him. his arms wrap around you, and you’re grateful to have your northman all to yourself.

[gazkamurocho]

Goromi will be your hostess wherever you go~

[legokingfisher]

This stupid little fuckin hippo calf has an absolute chokehold on me I’m going insane w/ like cuteness-aggression rn bc it’s him. It’s him. It’s him. It’s him

[unnocturnal]

executive chef majima goro ramsay

[psalidodont]

life aint cookies and cream little buddy (his pinneal gland got absorbed and covered by skin as he grew btw he doesnt have 5 eyes) . . . (1 AM doodles yay)

[coyoteworks]

IN CASE YOU MISSED THE MEMO: HERE'S THE THING ABOUT DRAGONS

[vaguely-concerned]

on the one hand I think inner demons could stand to have a bit more romanced rook specific content, but on the other hand the underlying in-built implication that 'yours is the one true voice of comfort and safety in my inner world' is a sentiment and intimacy so way beyond the romantic or the platonic or any secret third thing you could care to name that it makes me lose my entire poor little mind a bit. it's so big and fundamental — near-existential — that in that exact moment at least the distinctions kind of seem irrelevant.

all the people lucanis' mind conjures up along the way are relationships he has that are unavoidably mixed and fraught in some ways even when they're also full of love (they are fraught BECAUSE they're full of love) — the good in them inseparable from things that hurt him at the same time. (it's about: the basic disorganized attachment patterns this poor guy is dragging around with him. careful with those, they're dellamorte heirlooms. what you love also inevitably hurts you and you won't be allowed to have one without the other, you have to surrender parts of your soul to hold on to what little you have left: this is the story up until now.) and the idea that rook isn't that to him — that beneath the fear of wanting them when romanced (which is more its own separate thing because within this psychology, actively wanting something and not just clinging on for dear life to even a meager status quo lest you lose it is in itself dangerous bordering on catastrophic), this is a relationship where there isn't resentment, or guilt, or shame, or dread, or rage, or self-hate, or any of the other emotions that keep him paralyzed, unable to move this way or that. no debts, nothing owed of yourself and your soul's substance except what you can freely and safely and happily give. love and freedom don't coexist — but, I mean, you're almost starting to make me think........... unless...👀👀👀. the unconditional and undramatic 'you are here and I am here with you, you can be exactly how you are right now with me and it's safe for us both even though you're afraid it won't be, I'm not going anywhere' acceptance rook shows him here that he returns to them in the big romance scene, when it's rook who needs it. the way he's just. standing there in the center of it all, like a child desperately helplessly waiting to be found, hiding in the place he hopes you'll know to look first. (rook does know. it's one of the first things they say in there.)

in short the most important room in his little mind palace for the romance is the very first room — the one where rook isn't. where, in fact, rook cannot be, because they disprove the entire structure of the place with their existence and presence in his life. with everyone else he's putting words in their mouths about what they think of him, and rook is the one who actually gets to come in to speak their own words to him — and have him listen. ('he'll listen to you, he always listens to you', 'your voice is a comfort'.) of course rook isn't present anywhere else in there — at the risk of stating the obvious to a tedious degree, they aren't one of the locks, they're bringing the key. in the very finest 'the messenger and the message' sort of way.

[nyaskitten]

How much of a loser do you have to be to make THREE videos shitting on gay Ninjago stuff dawg TOT

[hedgerlogs]

I just saw your post of the doodles of Yakuza characters! if you're still doing them can you draw Ryuji please? imagine him with his angry face and pink bows in his hair I CRY🖤🖤

two people asked for ryuji! schrodingers dragon 🐉

(requests now closed sadly 💔)

[roseserpentpress]

In singular deranged days work (where I was supposed to be getting OTHER things done) I made a cipher journal for decoding the ciphers in Gravity Falls, specifically for Journal 3, the Book of Bill and thisisnotawebsite.com. This included (ultimately) three pages of common ciphers used in the Gravity Falls fandom; originally I was only going to do two, but then got to the Blendin page in Journal 3, sighed deeply and made an extra page on the Vignére cipher. The clasps I made myself by hand, and the little white toggle is a raccoon tooth, which I may change out depending on what becomes available. The purple ink, although unable to be seen within the photos, actually glitters and looks rather cosmic to my delight.

Considering I made the most of it within a day, it meant I used the paper I had at hand, which wasn't good paper for actual ink as it bleeds through slightly (and is thus unbecoming), but as a fancy schm-ancy idiot who insists on using actual ink with dip pens for the 'breadth of the experience', this means I'm ultimately only using one side of the paper (to my chagrin) and the letters aren't as clear as they could be when I write on the paper. Nevertheless, I am rather happy about the result; young me from about a decade ago, who began to make a similar journal only to abandon the project would have been immensely excited that I actually made one and am currently using it to decipher things within Journal 3. There is something rather satisfying about it, I do confess.