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Posing practice!

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New pfp

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Going to a beach today, so I thought, but what if dragon?

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You should have given me some 😒

having garlic bread for dinner rn. reblog to send your moots garlic bread

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birb.

Made it for Mother’s Day and unfortunately forgot to post it. Enjoy

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Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

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Dragons, dragons, and oh look! Another dragon!

not even sure what exactly this is supposed to be, but enjoy.

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Reblog with the moment the tone shifted in your wip and pass it along:

“He’s not my dad.” My words were louder this time, clearer than I expected.

Ada went silent beside me.

The grass under my boots was muddy now. Sloshy reddish-brown muddling the vibrant greens I’d grown so accustomed to. 

We stood there a while, she hadn’t moved, shuffled or looked away from me for any of it. Something cold and uneasy roiled in my gut. Nature’s melodies turned to putrid buzz around us. I kept my eyes planted firmly on the grass for all of it. The mud started to dry and crust over the lush blades around us. It felt like seeing the greenery die under buckets of rust. The roiling inside clenched abruptly. 

Restoring those colors would’ve been easy with a little water, I didn’t feel like fetching any.

Finally, I forced my head to turn. Ada’s eyes were glassed over as she stared. Not with tears, thankfully. They held none of the usual light, not even a glint from the scorching sun. Dark shadows punctuated under her mouth and nose as well. It was impressive how angry it made her look. Briefly, I wondered if she was manipulating the shadows somehow, but I wasn't so sure she could do that. 

Her silence came like an invitation. And it stayed like an open door. The uneasiness in my gut settled and I felt my face go lax. My feet shifted and carried me away from her and across the grove. The crunching of life under me satisfied the angry torrent I felt, settling it further.

Ada finally made a sound, movement enough for me to hear over my stomping shoes. 

“What about my dad?” Contrition edged somewhere in the anger there. That wasn’t about to stop me.

“I just told you.” I spoke easily, paying her not even a glance over my shoulder.

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Yet another dragon

I was procrastinating, so I made this

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Real question, do rats prefer jazz when high?

If I remember correctly, they prefer Mozart and the classics normally, but when they’re high- huh. Wow they actually like jazz. The more you didn’t know

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reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

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following ur ass

Scowling at my screen right now since I thought there would be a real question in the abyss that is my inbox.

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How unlucky I am. Tell me. Do tell me. How do you feel about cheese?

It’s an unfortunate amalgamation that for some gosh forsaken reason, people eat moldy, and with maggots. Still rather good though.

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Still trying to figure out how this works, so uh, have a dragon

Got inspired by some Legos from Pinterest, so here we are.