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[kariachi]

According to the DLG gold eggs are 10-20% larger than all other eggs and tend to be more yellow-toned, while other eggs are themselves about the same whatever you're looking at

According to the wiki newly hatched dragons "were the size of very large dogs or small ponies"

Great Dane- 28-35 inches (71-89 cm) at shoulder [w/ large mastiffs seemingly averaging a few inches smaller in comparison (~22-30 inches (56-76 cm))]

Small ponies classed as 50 inches (127 cm) or lower at the shoulder

Assuming the size range is maintained through hatchlinghood as well as adulthood then 25-45 (64-114) works for averages...

So by this estimate greens would be about 22% their adult height at hatching and golds would be about 23% of their adult height at hatching. An average hatchling green would be about 13% of their mama's height.

For some comparison, komodo dragons seem to hatch at somewhere between 12 and 18 inches (30-46 cm) long, with adult females reaching average lengths of about 7.5 feet (2.3 m), giving us an average of babies being 16% of their mama's length. They also seem to clutch an average of about 20 eggs at a time (I'm seeing some estimates as high as 30 but, going with the 20...)

So, in theory the math can work. Mostly due to the sheer number advantage of greens and blues. Potentially browns as well... quick math we can expect on average 18% mama's height, so pushing it a little... Still, in action, feels a bit wibbly, but in theory the math can math.

Of course one can also go with a smaller size range. After all, looking at ponies, a small shetland can be the size of a large great dane. So in theory you could lower the high end. Technically you could do the same with the low end, but I personally wouldn't drop it below that 22 inch (56 cm) mark.

Or, if you wanted to play more with the whole mess with gold eggs being larger than the rest of the clutch by a notable amount, you could always have all the hatchlings be about the same size with the exception of the gold, but to go with the gold being 20% larger than the others then we'd be talking a range of something like 29-37 inches for the non-golds and 35-45 inches for the golds, which could potentially muck up our percentages based on height comparisons.

To play with those ones, our golds in that case would be 17-22% mom's height at hatching, while the rest of the clutch would be 14-18% mom's height at hatching. Which is, again, theoretically mathing. Shit can, in theory, be done.

All depends on how you wanna play the game. If you wanna play the game. I wouldn't blame you for going home. I'm typing this and I wanna go home.

[purplink8]

My Lawlight headcanon is that-

L fell first:

But Light fell harder:

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Yeah yeah, I'm well aware that the first friend scene was a lie from L's side and a mind game from both sides- BUT look at Light's FACE (and no Light's a good actor but this split second of '...' + transparent eyes is not a performance imho)

He's genuinely stunned (translation: L broke him for a moment there lmao it's like, during that single moment, they're the only ones in the room!) BEFORE he realizes that they are playing a role here in front of the task force. As Ryuga and Light; which is what he tells Ryuk later:

(His eyes are hidden *clenches fists* Light is emotionally affected and does not want anybody to know that L got him. Again.

Except this time, he feels humiliated in a strange sort of way.

Despite everything, including the whole 'enemies till death do we part' thing they have going on? Light enjoyed his time with L (albeit not without the collateral damage of other people dying but I digress). He DID like playing tennis with Ryuga as he tells him. That part's not a lie! L being a good friend is not true though.

L does not want Light as his friend for real. He's bullshitting as always to catch Light off guard. This isn't new. But it. is. Personal (to Light, at least).

Only it shouldn't be! This is all part of their game, isn't it? Then why does Light feel a bit...disappointed due to it not being real? In an alternate universe, would he have liked truly being L's friend?

No! Of course not, that is a ridiculous line of thought! Additionally, just 2 chapters ago, Light was like:

Can you see the lawlight and yagamane parallels here? L intends to catch Kira!Light and poses an execution threat to Light while Misa means to date Light and poses some threats of her own:

Both L and Misa come on too strongly toward Light (one as an enemy and the other as a potential ally). Light merely wants to get rid of them both so as to achieve his keikaku with ease. While dealing with Misa, Light thinks, 'I'll be killing her eventually...I can't develop feelings. That's how most idiots screw up.'

Notice how similar this is when it comes to his dynamic with L as well? He has to kill the latter eventually too and his reaction (to when he's confronted with the fact that Rem *can* kill L at his immediate request before the fiasco of Misa getting arrested happens at least) is this below btw:

The guy is truly shocked at how easy it seems to kill someone as intelligent as L. Light does not smile or seem amused. He takes this (L's future death) very seriously (I think it's the first time he does this since his first two kills). I believe it's partly due to the begrudging respect he has toward the genius detective and partly because of the 'what-if's in his mind.

His eyes, blown wide, are unreadable except for the astonished look they show. It is a rare display of emotion we see from Light (I can't seem to pinpoint just what the emotion is tho) which is quite noteworthy imho.

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...Wow I got carried away.

The point is! Light feels a little humiliated for letting his emotions get the better of him even if it was for just an instant during which he was gobsmacked by L's lie which he wished for it to be true.

Light can rationalize it all he wants but deep down, in his heart, he'd always know that there was a period of time (however small) that he not only fell for L's lie, but also secretly under LAYERS of repression actually just wanted to live in that world- the world where there was neither L nor Kira, just Ryuga and his friend Light.

That's wishful thinking and boy would Light hate this if he acknowledged for even a second that yes, he does want that.)

Again. Light 'Developing Feelings = Idiotic Screw ups' Yagami cannot afford to deceive himself that L, on some level, wants to befriend him as that may as well cost his life if he did. He cannot get distracted as that was most definitely one of L's intentions of calling him his 'first friend'.

He'll dutifully play along as he had anticipated it a while ago:

"I like this, Ryuga. If you want to be friends with me. I'll gladly hang out with you."

Light sure looks thrilled as hell to be role-playing as L's friend lmao- like he loves mind games, he revels in duplicity, he enjoys challenges that L adds to his life so is it any wonder that the combination of all is *chef's kiss* for Light? He is so so EXCITED to be hanging out with L face-to-face + looks forward to stabbing him in the back!!

Gotta love lawlight! </3 <3

[ai-the-broccoli]

enemies to lovers / but you'll never own my heart

@luzon-dove happy birthday, Quinn!! As a present, I decided to draw a piece fanart of your "blood in the walls of the yagami house" AU fic series, since I found it very well-written and full of super interesting ideas and concepts. I hope you like it!

[captainhysunstuff]

22 more images (with some saucy shenanigans and immature "seduction" tactics towards the end) below the cut:

Ryuk makes his grand return and is brought up to speed with Light and L's immoral union. The date seems pretty successful~.

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[rainbowresurrection]

[brofightiscancelled]

okay ill bite why do u hate kaoru sakuraba sidem aside from the fact that they went from hokuto as a main blue to downgrade to kaoru. to make it less awkward that I’m asking abt sidem on ur osomatsu side blog, what sidem idols would u assign to each matsu ?

i think sideM should collab w osomatsu-san and put them all in Beit so they can all get JOBS!!!!!!

anyways i hate kaoru from idolmaster sideM. i need all my osomatsu-san side blog followers to know that i hate this man. "i need a lot of money fast to pursue an extremely niche medical research track, which is why i quit my stable and high paying job as a surgeon to become an idol while having no soft skills, physical strength or stamina, or interest in getting along with people" are you Stupid??

he's not even using his idol clout to spread awareness of the rare disease he's trying to cure (like SEM does) so it can secure funding, he sees it 100% as a job and refuses to have fun, he is actively unpleasant and uncooperative in every interaction with his coworkers because he's trying to "rise to the top". it seems like the only thing he has going for him are his looks and that he kind of liked to sing when he was a kid. why not become a model at that point when you have the personality of a wet tree trunk. or better yet why not STAY A FUCKING DOCTOR!!!!!

also, i don't like meganes, so write that down.

[akkivee]

as long as ramuda is having fun playing karate with war vets rio and jakurai, then that’s all that matters 😌

[toaarcan]

Anyone noticed that Surge is like... aesthetically derived from Scourge, but her damage and reasons for hating Sonic are way more similar to Fiona?

Kidnapped by a mad scientist (Starline/Robotnik), experimented on in a traumatic fashion (turned into a lightning-powered anti-Sonic/used for the Auto-Automaton prototype), blames Sonic for her situation happening at all (because he didn't kill the villains before they could hurt her/because he didn't come back to save her), and is angry at Sonic for not taking a stronger position against the villains (explicitly/implicitly).

And given how well-received Surge has been, there's a level of "Wow they could've done something like this a while ago if anyone at Archie had seen Fiona as a character rather than a love interest" but honestly I'm mostly just glad they finally did something with the concept of "Person who feels that Sonic is to blame for everything that went wrong in her life and wants to kick his teeth in about it."

[kujakumai]

Thought about powershipping again and like. can you imagine a family that consists exclusively of siblings, all of whom are trained in 8th-dimensional mindgame chess

[aka-indulgence]

Have you played Cult of The Lamb before? If so, what'd you think of it?

I haven’t played the game /w\ I’ve learnt about it through cultural osmosis and getting recommended clips on youtube and going oooooOOooo…. I like this,

I think it’s neat!!! I like the lore!! I like that you can have the bishops as cultists and they’re kinda nice to you!!(?) I like Narinder!! If I played the game I would also instantly marry him djhdflkhfd

I also have??? A tiny inkling of a crush on the red crown itself like??? I dont. Don’t look at me

[kimeoshi]

RE: Corrupted!Ratio now I'm imagining Aventurine returning home from a business trip to all of this and immediately setting to work covering up Ratio's crimes like "DW I got you bbygirl also what the fuck is going on"

Cleaning up after his wife but... Aven knows something is deeply amiss oh... Oh.!

My god I feel sorry for Aventurine that I ever let C!Ratio loose. I think Aven would play a crucial part in getting him back to normal after he realizes what's going on.

But this also assumes there was an outside influence which got Ratio corrupted; I haven't decided the 'canon' lore for this AU just yet, so bear with me.

How I see C!Ratio is that while his motives have not changed significantly, his methods and execution did. You might ask, how so?

While Ratio has always believed that ignorance is a disease that needs to be cured, standard Ratio respects his student's autonomy in their journey to learn. C!Ratio, however, sees things differently.

He begins to derive pleasure from destroying their student's self-confidence... they start to become pliable and terrified, tormented by and trapped in the power imbalance taking its root. They don't have means to escape, do they? They become malleable for Ratio to reform them according to his ideals— forcing them to learn. 'A lesson they won't forget.'

This can sometimes escalates to extremities. Physical, emotional, psychological means, nothing is out of the question. And it is also why he brings out the scalpel he owns at the end of my short comic.

When Aven finds out about this case, he immediately recognizes it as wrong, this is not the Ratio he knows. It is telling in the way he seems more irritated by daily inconveniences, the anectodes he shares about idiocy are more bitter, more unforgiving, more hopeless.

But he does not outright question the doctor about it. No, as direct confrontation would not work, not in this case, unless he wants to risk it to escalate to violence, which he vehemently wants to avoid. He is well aware Ratio would not resort to violence, but...

His silent investigation begins so: one fateful day, he slips unnoticed into one of Ratio’s lectures, just as he has done countless times before.. But this time, he confirms his worst fears.

That is where I'll leave it for now! I do not want to spoil further or make anything seem like it is set in stone. Or perhaps make room for future comics 👀

[arsene-fixates]

on the caged crystal in the seeker's house

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[wonder-worker]

J.L. Laynesmith taking the 'Buckingham Did It™' route for the murder of the Princes in the Tower AND the rumors of Edward IV's bastardy ... I have to laugh

[chimielie]

housekeeping:

- sorry for being gone so long! life comes at you fast. you know how it is

- going forward assume no longfics will be written. i’m sure a lot of you figured that out well before i did lol but i care the most about being consistently on this blog and in this fan space and the best way for me to do that is to write a lot of short shitpost-y fics

- that being said feel free to send messages about some of my au ideas and half-finished fics that i’ve posted about if you have any interest in them :)

- on the train of wanting to be consistently here more often - please send me more recommendations about fics to read, writers you love, blogs to follow. the hq fandom is such a special community and good writing flows from that

- i’ll be queuing a bunch of asks i never answered, etc. i understand if you mute me during this time lololol

- this felt like an important post to make but i really do not know why. love you. kissing you. bye

[katyahina]

Have been sketching misc things today and decided to color one of the sketches 🔒🩸