#heres the dragon i meant

[nyupuun]

Happy Pride to my most gorgeous girls!!!

[wyrmswears]

bit of a ninjago art dump! happy 13th birthday ninjago :D

jayyyy (and cole)

source dragons designs for a small au

[eggwishing]

PAGE VOMIT

[timethehobo]

Just some lil fellas in-person. 🤭

[looooofa]

the king and the hoard

[dragondawdles]

hi been noodling with designs for block guys have some sandy boys

[vaguely-concerned]

the barista lady in the treviso café fucking giggles every time you buy the fancy coffee lucanis likes from her btw. can't believe the game is calling out rook and me like this

[jays-supersonic-dynamo]

lostshipping for an event on instagram yahoo

[saturnniidae]

Thinking about the themes of disability in httyd that are present even before Hiccup becomes an amputee; existing in a world that hates and doesn't welcome you but refusing to change yourself for the convenience of others, instead stubbornly making accommodations for yourself where you can

[todayisafridaynight]

[deiaiko]

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[ndostairlyrium]

I hope she kept the receipt because I think her boyfriend is broken beyond repair

[earlgreyscentedgarbage]

"There are other things Ethari likes" - unfortunately a good number of those things are in coins or off saving the world

[venice-1987]

TDPtober 2-love

Summary: Corvus reflects on what he loves

Pairings: Soren x Corvus (Of course its Sorvus, its me writing this :P)

There was much traced into the lines of his memory. The way the chill of autumn was drawn into the lungs, refreshing the body from the heat of summer. The way the leaves became dry and brittle underfoot, nourishing the earth for the coming spring. A home in the alleys of trees, off beaten paths and into the thickets, where the greenery sheltered him like a warm blanket. 

He had dedicated himself to remember his parents, the home cooked meals from his father, carefully spooning the dish onto his empty plate. A mother, and her barely contained love in a crushing embrace, laughing as he tried to breathe and flailed, pretending to attempt an escape. He remembered their pride when he was recruited to be among Amaya’s scouts, and the same shine in their eyes when Soren had accepted him as a crownguard. 

And Soren. It felt like if anything had made itself at home in his thoughts, it was him. Some things good. The way he leapt into hugging Corvus in the mushroom forest. Some things bad. The tired lines under his eyes after the return to a burned home. Some things terrible. The wailing sobs, inhuman screams tearing at his throat at the loss of a sister, not literally, but through change. She had become unrecognizable, and he grieved in privacy until Corvus had found him. 

But nothing came close to everything Soren had done in love. It felt as if he tried to forget, that a core part of his mind would be lost, and he wouldn’t be the same, lobotomized and left changed. The laugher Soren always seemed to bring, the smile tugging at his lips when he looked eagerly to see if he had succeeded in bringing a little bit more joy into Corvus’s day. They way he had taken Corvus’s hand, correcting the positioning on the sword, helping him improve a little more. The way he took note of when Corvus was overwhelmed, and the gentle way he guided Corvus to safety. The way he was kind. The way he pushed Corvus to become better just by virtue of being good himself. 

There was one day Corvus would never forget, that encapsulated everything he knew Soren to be. It was a bad day for the both of them. Corvus had taken the destruction of Katolis poorly, the home he had come to love had gone, which made him think of the homes and the people he had left behind. He realized that he had sunken into his solitude too readily, not writing like he should have. The resounding guilt multiplied the tension in his body with the sensory overload that the refugee camp had become that day. But there was ceaseless work to be done, and he ran himself ragged that despite it. 

When he saw Soren around camp, he knew his captain was doing no good either. He wondered if this time, it was because of Viren’s haunting memory, or the lingering reminder of a once familiar Claudia in every broken stone, in every hidden pathway that was not collapsed and used in recovery missions. He had once led Corvus and Opeli and Barius and later the young king Ezran out of those passages. He wondered if, then, Soren had recognized that his family would never be the same as it once did. 

Corvus had returned to their shared tent expecting Soren to be curled on his sleeping mat, wanting to be left in peace. He did not expect Soren to be there with a plate of peanut caramel pies, one of his favorite treats, and some strange looking curved stick with two wads of cotton on either end. He sat crossed legged, his shoulders hunched over in clear fatigue and his smile tired. But it reached his eyes. When he spoke, it carried the weight of the day in its softness. 

“You looked stressed today,” he said. “I asked Barius to make these, and I made this. I call it a noise-stopper. You put it over your ears.” Soren held up his invention, waiting for permission. When Corvus nodded, he leaned forward, setting the cotton pads gently over Corvus’s ears. It did not stop the noise completely, but it provided a hefty shield against what made noise overwhelming in the first place. The texture felt nice on his skin, too, much like the sheep’s soft wool that made the clothes he wore. 

Corvus did not know what to say, so he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Soren’s in a grateful kiss. At that point, their tentative relationship had not gone anywhere past hand holding, and looks that said ‘I’m starting to see you as something different. I’m sorry it took this tragedy to finally notice.’ He did not think the kiss would be rejected, and he was glad to see it returned with the same energy he put into it. Neither was surprised in the development, but it was nice to have confirmation. Their sleeping mats had been gradually drifting closer to each other every night for the past two weeks, and they finally closed the distance completely that day. Corvus’s head tucked into the crook of Soren’s neck as they fell asleep, both knowing they loved, and were loved. 

[zilabee]

it was written that I would love you

close your eyes and I'll kiss you

when I'm with you I want to stay there

i'm in love and it's a sunny day

now i'll never dance with another

i can't tell you how I feel

i'll do anything for you, anything you want me to

and it doesn't really matter if I'm wrong I'm right

i'd like to stand in a stream with you

lift up your hearts and sing me a song

love is long, love is long

and I love her

we believe that we can't be wrong

we can do what we want, we can live as we choose

and I need love, yeah I need love

i don't see the point resisting your temptation

do you don't you want me to love you

well you can come on to my place if you want to

gonna get hi hi hi in the midday sun

lady let's eat in bed

no one will be watching us

i don't need a true romancer

make love to me and make it right

tonight I just want to stay in, and be with you, and be with you

deep in love, not a lot to say

sing it loud, so I can hear you

i'm in love with a friend of mine

it's understood, it's everywhere with my love

watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there

there beneath the blue suburban skies

the rain exploded with a mighty crash

and we was hard pressed to find a smile

well you know i nearly broke down and died

we’ve been travelling for a long time and we finally finished here

ahh, look at all the lonely people

there’s no one left at home, and I believe I’m gonna rain

somedays I don't, I don't believe that you are mine

and in the middle of the celebrations I break down

a lonely man who's in the middle of something

a love that should have lasted years

who in the world can be right, all the right time

once there was a way to get back home

love was such an easy game to play

day after day, alone on the hill

leaving the note that she hoped would say more

some day you'll know I was the one

now what can be done for you

i don't know why you say goodbye

all of the clocks have run down, time's at an end

friday night arrives without a suitcase

and I'm still stranded, wondering why

the drachma's very weak, but everyone's still trading

far away my lover sings a lonely song

so sad so sad sometimes she feels so sad

but as for me, i still remember how it was before

something inside of me says the bad news isn't so

i'm waiting, can’t you see me, I’m waiting

why do you fight that feeling in your heart

why leave me standing here, let me know the way

you will always be holding, holding my heart in your hand

people are ready to forgive a few mistakes

take a sad song and make it better

the swan is gliding above the ocean

we could stand on top of a mountain with our flag unfurled

we can cure each others sorrow

you want a love to last forever

when I lay me down will my lover love me still

i hope it's never too late

- - Paul McCartney

[catebees]

"As far as anyone could tell, she was the undisputed monarch of the whole world"