#or a dragon !

[a-friendly-dumpster-fire]

(geoglyphs/dragon tears quest spoilers)

thinking about the way impa says “our zelda” after link tells her about the light dragon, and what zelda did to become it. thinking about how they were both her protectors before the calamity, and how neither of them are now. how they both still want to protect her. how impa waited for a century, how impa is old, how she cannot protect zelda anymore. how link is young. how he can protect her. how he can protect her for the both of them. how even if impa doesn’t protect zelda the way link does they both still do. how it is “our zelda.” how her protection is not links burden to bear alone. how it draws that distinction between their zelda— green eyes, princess, protected— and that beast in the sky. how it gives link hope. how it shows that, for 100 years and more, it has been zelda that both impa and link wanted to protect. how impa believes they can protect her once more, “our zelda,” the girl with green eyes who likes silent princess and studying history.

impa did not study the geoglyphs because they were linked to dragon tears. link did not touch those dragon tears because they were linked to a dragon. they both did it with the hope of getting closer to where zelda is, to find her, to protect her just as they have always done. thinking about the intimacy of sharing the same role with someone. of how only impa understands what it must be like for link to want to protect zelda, and vice versa.

[pickleslice]

the worst comic book thing ever is actually genius babies. dumbest shit ever and they always stay babies for 3 decades. prolonging the torture

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

Yeah, I know it hurts Yeah, I know you're scared Walkin' down The road that leads To who-knows-where

Don't'cha hang your head Don't'cha give up yet When courage starts To disappear I will be right here

When your world Breaks down And the voices tell you, "Turn around" When your dreams Give out I will carry you Carry you When the stars Go blind And the darkness starts to Flood your eyes When you're fallin' Behind I will carry you

Everybody cries Everybody bleeds No one ever Said that life's An easy thing That's the beauty of When you lose your way Close your eyes 'N' go to sleep Wake up to Another day

When your world Breaks down And the voices tell you, "Turn around" When your dreams Give out I will carry you Carry you

When the stars Go blind And the darkness starts to Flood your eyes When you've fallen Behind I will carry you

You should know now That you're not alone Take my heart and we will find You will find Your way ho-ome

When the stars Go blind And the darkness starts to Flood your eyes When you've fallen Behind I will carry you Carry you I will carry you Carry you

[ayo-its-monsterchomper]

this monster fucker blog is my best means of escape from the cruel reality that is life

[askathewierdo]

How hard is it to understand that i just want wings? I'm not taking romantically 'flying'. I want feathered flight givers from my back. I don't just want to fly i want to sleep on the fluffy dreamboats that are clouds. Why can't people understand that when i say i want to fly it ain't in an airplane. I don't mean sky diving either. I don't wanna fall i wanna fly. I don't mean metaphorically or mentally. I want w i n g s. I don't mean gliding or parachuting. I want massive muscled appendages growing out of me that can lift me off the ground and gift me every other moments of weightlessness.

I wanna FLY.

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[wataksampingan]

In mine and many other east Asian cultures, the dragon traditionally symbolises things like power, wealth and strength (imperial symbol and all)

I think we often forget that in the story of the Great Race, the dragon came in fifth because it'd stopped to give people rain. Then it'd stopped again to push a rabbit adrift on a log across the wide river so it reached the shore safely (that's why the Rabbit year comes before the Dragon).

Dragons aren't meant to just be powerful - they are meant to do good with such power, and to help those in need.

So in this lunar new year, I hope you gain more power, so that you might be able to help others. I pray you have abundant resources so you may give to yourself and those around you. I wish you courage, endurance, kindness and generosity, for yourself and your people.

I hope you, and I, will be rain givers, life preservers, joy bringers.

I hope we will be dragons.

Extremely belated postscript that should have been here far earlier:

Free Palestine, Free Sudan, Free Congo 🇵🇸🇸🇩🇨🇩

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

[kaereth]

Dragon harpy chimera birdy FALIN!! I love her

[prokopetz]

The real reason your sapient dragon character needs a "rider":

Dragons on the wing are vulnerable to being mobbed by smaller, more agile flyers, particularly in your large rear blind spot, like a bird of prey being mobbed by crows. Having a human armed with a long spear perched on your back helps to dissuade anyone from getting any funny ideas.

Breath weapons are impressive enough on the ground, but in flight they're really only good for strafing stationary targets; trying to use your breath weapon in an aerial dogfight is a good way to get fire up your nose. A real fight calls for sterner measures – and, concomitantly, a crew to aim and reload the cannons.

In today's competitive world, it's not enough to devour a flock of sheep and call it a day if you want to keep your edge. You're accompanied at all times by a qualified personal alchemist tasked with carefully regulating your internal furnace to ensure peak performance, and sometimes you even listen to them.

No dragon of any quality would be caught dead without their valet. It's not as though you can announce your numerous long-winded titles yourself when introductions are called for, can you? You suppose next you'll be expected to pick up the spoils of your conquests yourself, like a common brigand. Perish the thought!

[onehobgoblin]

I really like dungeon meshi, so take this bit of propaganda

[animentality]

[saturni-idae]

Down in the dungeon, where hunger resides 🩸

I wanted to make a dungeon meshi fanart for a while, and man, I love Falin, so here we go

I hope you like it :)

[filibusterfrog]

types of wizards :)

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.

But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.

None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?

And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.

Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.

A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.