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There really is truly nothing like seeing old moots from the FNAF RPC in my recommended blogs..

I miss writing Gex (My Monty) with everyone.. oughh.. and I miss just talking to everyone in general but my 2025's been so fucked up

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RULES, MUN, HEADCANONS TAB UPDATED

Bonds tab has been deleted, headcanons tab includes 5/7 muses (not Cyril or Volteer yet)

Volteer and Cyril's tabs are going to be put into 1 tab named TLOS ABOUT

I will be rewriting the main characters' pages, but do be mindful that the character page rewriting process is gonna take a few days.

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ough why is it 4kg why are resellers so oughhhhhhhhhhh

I need to show him off:

I don't think I could make him more fabulous if I tried.

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Blog page is probably going to be COMPLETELY overhauled soon

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might I add that in the books it was known that Arctic and Foeslayer were both still, yknow

neither of them were adults and it was foeslayer's own fucking MOTHER that was trying to push for dragonets on TWO FUCKING KIDS WHO RAN AWAY TOGETHER LITERALLY NOT EVEN A WEEK PRIOR.

They saw Arctic as nothing but a tool for them and pretty much made his life hell on a completely other spectrum and people are saying he's THAT to Foeslayer?

When the FIRST finger we should be pointing at is Foeslayer's own mother?!

Sure, Arctic's an abuser but guess what, he was abused and pushed and pushed and not even seen as a dragon that was worthy of being looked at normal. Doesn't mean what he did was alright but, you have to understand.

He was a tool to these Nightwings. He was a tool to Foeslayer's Mother, he was a tool to Queen Vigilance. He was a tool to Queen Diamond. He was an Icewing Prince and an animus, his fate had been decided from the moment he hatched and he wanted to escape. Just to realize that, now instead of one abusive old hag wanting his animus, 3 abusive old hags wanted his animus.

It's not okay that Arctic turned out the way he did, and did the things he did. But abusers upbring more abusers through abuse. He grew tired and bitter not even just from his animus magic, but through the attitude he was shown the entire time he was alive.

He was in that Nightwing Kingdom for 17 years. Probably never gaining any Nightwing friends, because the queen only wanted him for a Nightwing Animus, Foeslayer's Mother only wanted him for a nightwing animus.

he's an abused dragon who turned into an abuser, he's such a tragic character but nooo he's an icewing who isn't Queen Glacier, or Lynx, or Queen Snowfall, or Snowfox and Snowflake.

And from what we've learned from Winter from people calling HIM an abuser and toxic from ACCIDENTALLY KNOCKING OVER A VASE, Y'all just hate male icewings.

holy shit.

Media Literacy cannot be this fucking dead.

edit: do I also have to point at the people who keep saying arctic hated foeslayer from the beginning when he literally threw his literal soul away for her on numerous occasions, literally let himself rot because he loved her so much.

and also, sure, he could've killed his dragonets and gone back to Diamond but here's the thing.

Diamond would've probably either exiled him or killed him the moment he returned, better yet could've forced HIM to be the first Diamond Trial victim.

He was a tool until the very end.

Anyone would become bitter but here's the thing, Arctic at least TRIED, even though he was losing himself he still TRIED even as he became an asshole and abusive and bitter.

he still tried to make things right, in his own, admittedly fucked up ways.

Arctic is a spicy hot piece of shit but saying he is a rapist or that he “was an adult grooming a teenage/younger Foeslayer” is so fucking wrong. Yes, I have seen people say that last one on fucking Twitter and TikTok but what do I expect from those hellsites. It reminds me of how people used to insist that Bramblestar raped Squirrelflight which resulted in Alderheart and Sparkpelt. I just don’t get it and I fucking hate it as someone who went through sexual abuse. 

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01.25.19

what a time

for you & i

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rest of albums pt 1

ok i am working on getting everything uploaded to imgur. i have photos for the rest of spyro 1 done i think, it's just uploading to imgur that is really the sticking point here. it's super slow and unstable and it's been a struggle to force myself to do it. Everything will be done by the end of this year though

I am still eventually going to do full posts for all these, but for now, here are imgur albums for all the remaining stuff:

Dragons:

Lyle: https://imgur.com/a/lyle-Zlwe5hE

Isaak: https://imgur.com/a/isaak-o1i6dpo

Jed: https://imgur.com/a/beast-makers-dragons-jed-hz62MiI

Sadiki: (ignore the nsfw warning, there is nothing nsfw)

Mazi: https://imgur.com/a/mazi-3mPHS4d

Lateef: https://imgur.com/a/dream-weavers-dragons-lateef-LlMXKjS

Zikomo: https://imgur.com/a/zikomo-DPlrnuY

Kasiya: https://imgur.com/a/kasiya-N4DGxQZ

Azizi: https://imgur.com/a/azizi-complete-BMY1qBg

Bakari: https://imgur.com/a/bakari-complete-0LD0IaY

Obasi: https://imgur.com/a/obasi-hUCAwMQ

Useni: https://imgur.com/a/useni-complete-ND0aooQ

Kosoko: https://imgur.com/a/kosoko-complete-Qi5Ohvm

Still working on uploading Apara, Mudada, Baruti, Lutalo, Copano, Unika, and Revilo

Levels:

Tree Tops: https://imgur.com/a/tree-tops-i32Qb0f

Metalhead: https://imgur.com/a/IaHHE1t

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Claws tap rhythmically on the wooden table as Halvor purrs gently, Lucas sets down both cups of their chamomile tea, before setting himself down on the other chair at their table. Of course, Halvor was free for the first time to fly around, his arm fully healed, and alongside Lucas and the others, so was his mind. But this was his second chance at life, and there was a lot on his mind, how his body fluttered, but not in that anxious way. It felt as if his body was lighter than usual. Halvor's wings twitched in anticipation. Lucas' did as well. Were they feeling the exact same than he was?

It was just like a few days ago. Lucas and him hung out while drinking their tea, and Lucas had always asked the same questions--questions that Halvor never got tired of answering. So when the two arrived outside with their mugs, Halvor was anticipating the questions. But, he wasn't expecting Lucas to put away a small device into his satchel, before setting down his cup of tea into the cup holder that Andor had decided to attach to Halvor's bench, to make their mornings much more pleasant without having to place the ceramic on the uneven ground.

"Lucas, do you feel it too?"

Halvor quipped, looking at both of his tingling arms, his quivering wings, but none of it was out of anxiety, there was this digging feeling to take flight, high into the skies, and even though there was a vibration of Lucas' device coming from his satchel, the Magic Crafter set down his tea, and looked eye to eye to Halvor, who was looking back and forth on his wings. It's like there was something primal deep down waiting to awaken before their very eyes.

[ " I--I do. The quivering in my wings, like there's a surge within my heart--trying to break free. I will have to think on it. " ]

Lucas pondered, placing a claw or two on his chin, tapping against the rough scales and small patches of scar tissue from an accident from ages ago. So long that it was mostly just a tiny indent. Of course, that didn't matter as he watched Halvor take a drink from their mug. Their talks, as quiet and few in-between, it was nice. Today, well, Today was different. Halvor suddenly got up and started to stretch out his body, and Lucas set down his tea, grabbed his satchel and stared at Halvor. Were they really doing this?

" I feel.. constricted, still. My body and mind both want me to be, free. And, I think I'm going to let it happen, Lucas."

Halvor, after he was done stretching, got into position, and closed his eyes, waiting for all tension to leave his body before letting out a sigh, Lucas stared at Halvor and watched. There was no way this is what he thought it was--not just for him, but for Halvor, too. Sure, Ragnar had apparently awoken to an affinity while he was dueling, but, him and Halvor? This close apart from the last awakening? Surely not, right?

Halvor's body felt lighter than ever, and Lucas could see the light green and whites surrounding his partner, and he'd suddenly go and snap a photo, before setting it all down and joining his partner in this whole situation, he'd parallel himself to Halvor, curling in his tail and closing his eyes.

Letting the tension leave his body as the wind, as small as it was, suddenly carry the two of them upwards into the crystal clear skies, light green surrounding the two of them gracefully as both of their eyes, opened, they were flying, not with their wings, but, with.. the wind. The wind was carrying them through the air, getting higher and higher until the two of them were above the clouds.

And the only thing the two of them could do was kiss one another, embracing as the breeze holds them gently, Lucas felt like he was walking on air, walking on the very clouds they only could dream on laying on top of as hatchlings. And yet, here they were, doing that very thing.

Halvor and Lucas both tumbled down onto the cloud, the breeze gently keeping them in place, as if it was their minds that were doing so, dare they say it was the best day of their lives was an understatement. Dreams were coming true left and right, and they simply couldn't explain it all, Lucas pulled away from the kiss to type something into his device, and immediately put it away.

The two of them, were laying their, being kept up by the wind alone, cuddling on a literal cloud, they had felt so.. free. Halvor's body felt lighter than it had in the past year since his mental decline, but, now? Now he felt.. reborn, renewed. Into a quite literal second wind. Of course, not even a few minutes later, Andor is yelling out for them and flying upwards, shock covering his features.

" You're not even flying! Mother Serpent the two of you really did.. "

Halvor chuckled and looked at Andor with a wave, At least they now had a surefire way to get away from everyone, just cuddling amongst the stars. The world was now their oyster, and the couple definitely knew what they were going to do. If this was their awakening, they could channel it right?

Halvor let the wind take him upwards, and alongside Lucas, they'd serpentine-spiral around one another a couple hundred meters upwards, until Lucas spread out his wings, and Halvor did as well, Andor, seeing an opportunity, snatches one more photo, the two of them are far higher in the skies than any dragon could ever be, they were far above the clouds--where the balloonists usually are.

Andor makes sure the image is clear, before simply staring in amazement. He couldn't believe what he was seeing-- and he definitely couldn't have imagined that the two of them would redirect the wind in another direction, seeing the two of them fly off at speeds he would never have deemed possible, the wind gently holding them in place as the spiraled around each other before a few seconds later stopping, and sharing another kiss, before letting the wind guide them back home.

It was only for twenty or so minutes, but they had never felt more free than ever than they were right now. Andor simply watches the two of them share a very long kiss and dance through the skies until they're gently placed back down on the lawn of Halvor's home. Andor--being smart--took a video this time. Others need to see this.

They need to believe him. Though, everyone does..

And then.. Lucas looks to Halvor, and asks the same question as usual.

[ " How are you feeling, Halvor?" ]

" Free. "

and.. they'd share one more kiss.

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did not know you wrote fanfic

And I'm writing a book series. But yeah I've been a fandom writer for years.

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quoting myself from the danganronpa server I'm in

"I don't care how anyone headcanons Chihiro as, cismale? Cool, Transfem/Transmasc? All Good, Genderfluid? Based as well, agender? good!"

Because Through the time I've been struggling with gender identity through klinefelters and other shit..

Gender is a spectrum. It is also like the world's longest game of ping pong. Where I am the only opponent to myself, and I'm constantly trying to pinpoint where I want to finally let it fail and land.

hi danganronpa tumblr.. please there was a "Chihiro Fujisaki had Klinefelter's" Tumblr post like 7-10 years ago that has been living in my head rent free for the past 8 years after learning I myself had Klinefelter's and..

I just wanna add my two cents and experiences more than anything.. and I think I can finally, with respect and decency through my own time of gender struggles & gender expression talk about how I feel about the theory/headcanon as someone who has been personally struggling with my own gender identity for fuck knows how long and personally add how it would transfer over. Of course. My experience is only a singular experience but.. I think It would help.

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hi danganronpa tumblr.. please there was a "Chihiro Fujisaki had Klinefelter's" Tumblr post like 7-10 years ago that has been living in my head rent free for the past 8 years after learning I myself had Klinefelter's and..

I just wanna add my two cents and experiences more than anything.. and I think I can finally, with respect and decency through my own time of gender struggles & gender expression talk about how I feel about the theory/headcanon as someone who has been personally struggling with my own gender identity for fuck knows how long and personally add how it would transfer over. Of course. My experience is only a singular experience but.. I think It would help.

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reblog to have Marva infest frblr as well

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happy trans day of visibility! 🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵

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heyyy wof fandom i think yall should get weirder. have fun. write incredibly toxic relationships, draw stuff that needs 8 cws that probably shouldn't go in the main tag, and block then everyone who tells you to kys over it. if the worlds going to shit you might as well play with your toys how you want to! get weird with it!!

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welcome to rain world where the world is out to kill you, the lizards are goofy, the scavengers want P E A R L S and there is a risk of rain, too.

wtf is rain world about all of your posts sound like “omg Stapled Macaroni Resting Upon A Rat is so cute :3” and show fanart of either a guy being held by one of those mechanical cranes or a girl on life support next to a rodent

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writing smut / porn without plot because you can / are horny: I sleep

writing smut / porn with plot because it's really fun and lets you just write the characters unfiltered and pure: real shit

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In what limited time it had been since Ragnar had returned from the Plunderer's territory outside of the safety of the Dragon Realms--closer to the forbidden lands that no Peace Keeper that decided to go forth towards for decades. Their home-world in the Dragon Realms was now the utopia they had deserved. No more toxic sludge, no more threats of danger, illness and more, and no more tyrant leader of the Plunderers to put their peaceful time in jeopardy.

And yet everyone looked at Ragnar as if he was never supposed to have returned from the fight. He wondered if in another life, another parallel to this life of his, maybe he shouldn't have survived, maybe he did, maybe life had a different fate left for him? What impact did Ragnar truly have on the Peace Keepers?

Before he had left, everyone had banded together to help him prepare. But once he had returned, with new scars, immortalized with the legacy--the title of the Sapphire Star. Having discovered the affinity that dragons on the other side of the world have had all this time. But they had locked away.

Had everyone else accepted the fate laid out for Ragnar? Had everyone made their amends that he was going to die that fateful duel? Was his return them thinking that he was a spirit? That he was just a footnote in their lives, now? The only dragons that had decided to give a rat's ass about him actually being alive, dealing with the consequences of conquering fate--were Trondo, and Andor.

It made him sick that no other dragon had decided to come up to him in the Dragon Realms. No other Peace Keeper to celebrate alongside, no other Artisan to be immortalized through--no Beast Maker to join said celebrations. No Dream Weaver to aid him in healing through his turmoil. And no Magic Crafter asking him for thanks through their spells and excellent strategy.

Ragnar paced out of his home in the Ice Caverns, leaving Andor asleep in their bed, taking the portal back to Carmine Springs, the Peace Keepers hub area as some have dubbed it. The starry night sky--a full moon right in the middle of it. Ragnar simply stared at it as he approached the nearby hillside, laying down in the grass that--they nurtured.

That they all put in the effort to let heal, to grow and nurture.

And yet? These past couple of weeks, they felt like a blur. Too much of a blur. Was he actually truly alive? Was he actually there, at that very moment, or was he back there, six feet under through a proper burial?

Did he hallucinate the Warrior God Wulfgar?

Did he hallucinate his wounds being healed, meeting Saffron--being escorted all the way back by Jesse?

Was that all fake? Was this all fake? Was it just a dream to continue living in the afterlife? Is that why no one has given him a look. Why no one has spoken his name?

Why no one had made the effort to even speak to him. Why life was moving on, as if he was never there in the first place.

Ragnar laid against the grass, blankly staring at the sky, reaching up his clawed hands towards the moon to cup it in his hand. His blurry vision had begun once more. He had come to accept death the moment he had made it to the Plunderers, he had accepted his fate when the unfair duel had begun. He had accepted his death when the blade plunged into his chest.

He'd pull himself up just a little bit, staring down at both of his now trembling hands.

Was he actually alive? Why didn't he know if he was or not? Was he a ghost? Why was his eyesight so blurry, why were all the voices so distant? Why did everyone look through him?

And yet, it was alright. He'd take off the tungsten tail-guard. He'd take off his arm guards--everything. The weight was lifted from his body--the blurriness worsened. His hands more trembling than shaky, tears shedding away down his face. Before laying down back against the grass. Relaxing back into it.

It became obvious about the truth of it all.

He wasn't alive.

Not anymore.

He had willed it so much, that Ragnar was still alive, that consciously, he had continued to go amongst his life like nothing was wrong, Andor and Trondo's mentions of him were them, perhaps being retrospective about their experiences. Not even their pets--had paid him any attention.

He had never survived that battle. He was never saved--he had made it up in his final moments to continue surviving--to survive the fate that he sworn to have accepted.

The final nail in the coffin was when a familiar arm and hand come into his view, and for the first time..

It wasn't blurry.

" You don't have to make it all gloom, Rag. "

Instead of Ragnar being pulled up when he grabbed Halvor's arm-- their good arm, Halvor instead let himself be pulled down, flopping on the ground and flipping onto his back next to Ragnar. It was the only dragon that wasn't blurry, and it made sense. Halvor had died from his suicide attempt. And, as cathartic as this all was?

[ " Why? Why didn't you tell us the culprit, the truth of the actions. " ]

There was a bit of.. urgency in his tone, but Halvor simply laughed bittersweet. And, Ragnar flinched.

" I didn't want to tear the dragon realms apart. One dragon fucked up. And instead of giving me space, tried to help, tried to gain good faith back through actions instead of words. "

Halvor's laughter stopped, and he'd sigh, and look away.

" I misinterpreted their apology. But-- If there was one thing I regretted. It was.. leaving all of you behind--leaving Lucas behind. "

And yet, Ragnar knew Lucas had also taken his own life weeks after, not from action--but from a lack there-of. Halvor knew this already.

" But.. Lucas and I have lifetimes ahead of us in the afterlife. We live amongst the living.. in the same space that you are. Nothing has changed for us. We get all the time in the world to heal and to explore our lives. "

[ " But.. isn't it bittersweet? Being a ghost, being unable to interact with anyone else? " ]

" It is, indeed. But, we accepted our fate of death, we accepted that our lives were cut short. Even if it was our own doing. "

Ragnar's tears dripped into the grass, he could now see clearly, the world was a lot more sunny and saturated in the afterlife, it was so much more bright and gorgeous, he could see their efforts for what it truly was. All he needed was to be brought out of the stupor his final wishes in his conscious had created for him.

This grand god-like appearance, this healing of wounds, making it back home safely. It was all a facade. It was all for the recognition that in the end, fate had decided it was his time already, and he'd consciously made the decision to live vicariously through his memories--what he actually wanted to happen, what everyone.. wanted to happen.

And then he began to sob, to absolutely bawl his eyes out, and Halvor had simply laid there next to him, letting it all out.

And--Lucas appeared soon after, laying on the other side of Ragnar's crying form, and the three of them would sit up-- and the three of them would hug it out--Lucas' tail curling around the three of them, Halvor's wings tucked in as his partner's own covered all three of them, Ragnar sobbed into Halvor's chest, as the fellow fallen had calmly traced circles on their shoulder with a digit. His vision felt blurry again.

But he was safe

He was.. happy.

Everything just.. made sense.

and.. that was alright.