#bye losers

[sillygooberdoober]

watch as i dump my little thing i made

WOF spoilers, not finished

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Fleeting Flames

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PROLOGUE

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Mark was panting as he'd bolt from side to side against the scorching hive walls, his senses scrambled and alert with his eyes wide as hed grasp onto a silky rope, climbing it as his wings flailed around like a panicked wasp on its own, his lat muscles sore.

He'd climb to the top, as a cloud of gray smoke was rushing across the hive, turning his head around to be met with the equally terrified and distressed roars and movements from dragons below.

He'd begin coughing excessively from the smoke particles before shifting his focus and darting towards a outer platform, clenching his talons against the railings as he'd pushed his hind legs up onto the rails, gazing downwards to see the dry savanna wildfire roaring below, as his wings settled and opened wide, attempting to take a deep breath before being cut off by the smoke, coughing loudly.

He'd begin trembling, his vision becoming blurred before he lept off the balcony in a gawky manner as his translucent, white wasp-like wings caught onto a quick gale, beating his wings as he regained composure and properly caught onto the wind current and glided. He saw hivewings near the blazed hive spiral like distressed bees, the connective bridges to the pair of hives beside it being ignited in the inferno. He'd close his eyes, calming down as he soon flapped and glided himself across dragonfly bay, not so sure what was ahead but was far better than Pantala's current state.

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PART ONE: Coastal Confrontation.

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He'd pant heavily, his wings trembling alongside his other limbs as he landed onto the cold shore near the ice kingdom. He could see his breath a bit, not all that much as he was one step away from collapsing onto the silky grains of the shoreline.

He'd sit down, his tail swaying before he heard something, as his ears perked.

He'd glare at a certain direction for a moment, freezing as a chill went down his spine whilst trembling as he sat down.

He shivered, glancing around as he felt a near by presence, his tail swaying back and forth rapidly, letting out a katydid-like hiss, his tongue clicking against his teeth.

He wasnt alone.

Something, or someone was watching him.

He'd slowly got up and regained his stance as he would gaze around the area, surveying nearly every movement.

Quickly, and seemly out of thin air, a sparkly, towering and bulky gray dragon appeared infront of him, he'd screech in terror as he'd jump back and darted his stinger towards the odd dragon, as it slithered inbetween one of the sparkly, sharp scales near its shoulder blade as it froze quickly, its pupils becoming sharp. He would examine the strange spikey dragon. Sparkly, Tall, muscular and sharp with a necklace with a sliver ring in the middle, held by a wiry black rope-like string placed along his neck, the ring on his chest-And a pair of slightly larger, dark gray clear circular glasses. Odd, he'd think.

Not soon after, the spikey, towering dragon would regain control in his muscles, letting out puff of cold air as he trembled and dipped his head whilst glaring at him, its eyes fixated on his own.

What. Just. Happened.

His thoughts were racing as he couldnt properly think of what to do next, his muscles tingling while staring at it.

Two pairs of transparent wings on each side. Forehead horn. Antennae. Stinger.

It looks mutated, as the tingling subsided before raising his body up, shifting his glittery light grey wings against his body in a formal fashion, making him appear more elegant and menacing at the same time, snorting out cold air from his nostrils as he'd stare down at the dragon.

He thought for a moment, raising his right front limb and putting his talons against his temple, thinking that was awfully a rude thing to describe a unique dragon.

He'd put his talons back onto the warm sand, shifting them as he'd click his other talons, awaiting for it to make some sort of reaction. It looked frozen out of sheer fear.

It then backed away, its black tongue hitting against his teeth with its wings vibrated violently before snorting abruptly.

Wallter let out a grumble and a low hiss of his own, planting his talons into the sand.

It let out a slight hiss in response to his own, sounding alike to a disturbed tenlined june beetle, its tail flinching so slightly as it scrunched his snout, baring its teeth so slightly whilst focusing his gaze on him.

After a short staring contest, it raised a eyebrow at this dragon. It seemed a bit confuzzled about his appearance, equally as he was of its own.

What was this.. Creature? He'd think. His thought process was fast and darting, giving him a headache as he was face to face with an.. Peculiar dragon.

This was strange.

Freezing. Bitter. Nothing of the sorts.

He'd stare at this dragon for a prolonged period of time, before blinking and swaying his tail, shifting it to the side as sand sprinkled onto his pale brown scales with minor wavy patterns resembling that of oak wood.

The dragon then finally spoke, his talons clicking a bit in nervousness, with a southern accent. So, erm.. Whaddya' doin' here, strange lookin'… He'd pause for a moment, his talons digging into the sand before resuming. Dragon..? I can't exactly tell wha' yer are.

Wallter raised a eyebrow, surprised this.. ''Thing'' Actually spoke. Hed notice his talons digging into the sand as he spoke with a light british accent. That's not the nicest thing to say to a new dragon, don't you think, my.. He'd glance around a bit, scratching the back of his neck. Buzzing acquaintance? ' '

He'd let out a loud chuckle, before speaking again. Well.. Arent yer' quite a comedian, Glitterin' dragon, Speakin' of that, what is yer' name? I go by Mark, Mark th' hivewing. He'd move closer, opening up his palm awaiting for a shake.

Aha! Arent you just a exquisite dragon, aren't you? I go by Wallter, Wallter the icewing. He'd shake Mark's talons, cracking a sweet smile.

Mark felt something particular for that sophisticated Icewing. He could nearly put his talon on it, but it clearly was more than a mere companionship.

[florenceisfalling]

speedrunning losing followers by posting about ai art, wilbur soot accusations, fiction discourse, and transmisogyny all in one day

[squishy-says]

WAIT BEFORE I LOG OFF LEAVE WILLRY ART SUGGESTIONS AND ILL DRAW THEM TMRW I PINKIE PROMISE ^^

[bearystarry]

i love going through the notes on fat positive/trans positive posts and just blocking like 98% of the people replying.

[suckingsugu]

hey guys-

I'm gonna delete tumblr for a bit- and if I never pop up again then oh well. It's better for my mental health. Luv y'all.

airy out,

XOXO

[dragecia]

bye no/pi/xel im gonna make my own vrchat world 

[illithiddies]

this might be the funniest screenshot of halsin ive ever gotten

[silkscream]

choso is like. the weirdest guy around. like a little loser outcast that you find ugly-hot at first. that specific flavor of quiet coworker that the rest of the staff shares rumors with you about. he's a satanist, he put a kid in the hospital in high school, he steals the neighborhood cats for witchcraft. you know it's all bullshit.

he's probably harmless. it's why he's so quiet, you think. probably got bullied as a kid -- a trailer trash baby without parents. looks a little out of it all the time, hazy dark eyes brooding.

something about him always has you drawn to his presence. magnetic air. he never looks at you for more than a few seconds, always snapping away his gaze like he'd just touched a hot stove. you can't tell if he's got some kind of skin condition from the way his eyes are always tinged, blush on the thin skin underneath his dark lashes. red like cut flesh.

the first time you talk to him, it's to bum a cigarette, and it's mostly an experiment. you want to gauge his aura. you've dreamt about how his eyes would look on you after he strips you down.

the way he looks at you is like a shark breaching the shore. he reeks of parliaments and incense. wet soil.

"you look dumb with that fucking birthmark," you drawl, leaning on the alley wall.

he scoffs, flicking ash onto your shoes. "i was cursed by a witch, you know."

"gonna kill every girl you kiss or something cliche like that?"

he steals the cig from your mouth, smirking at the way your plump lips turn up into a pout. his fingers hook in between them, index finger poking your tongue.

"you wanna find out?"

[royalarchivist]

Mike: I'm sorry, but you lost, Bad. I can't give you the prize.

Bad: I'm gonna kill you, I WAS NEVER GONNA FIND THAT, MIKE!

Mike: Put the photo back, put the photo back. Why I tell the word "fish"? Look, look– what YD say? Fishery! She say fishery! And I said: banana, turtle, snake. Grab the first letter of each word: BTS! Where is BTS from? South Korea. Where's YD from? South Korea. Where's the button? RIGHT HERE!

Bad: [Tormented wail]

Richarlyson: L tio

Bad: I'm gonna kill. I'm gonna kill you both right now.

Mike: No no no no no no—

Bad: Hope you enjoyed having two lives, Richas.

Mike: Bye you loser! Bye you loser! [Warps away laughing]

Mike (and Richarlyson) put Bad through psychological torture with a "Find the Button" game.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

people practice w Them <3

[gunsatthaphan]

my favorite dramatic besties 🧡

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 774: Kiji, coming!!

Pag 1

1: Welcome, to the Emperor's throne!!

My aim is the double crown!!

Pag 2

4: Ahhh... you're fast, the two of you

I thought I could catch you for sure at 2km left

Pag 3

1: But it took me until “1km left”, yon!!

Pag 4

3: Ah!?

He

4: caught up!? Who....

Pag 5

1: who the hell are you!?

2: The two people in the lead are taking the curve and passing the sign that says that there's 1km left until the sprint line.....

Pag 6

1: No, it's three people!!

Three people passed the “1km left” sign!!

2: There's more people!? Since when!?

Wasn't it two people!?

What happened!? Who's that? That jersey-

At the last curve, suddenly-

3: It's not “who are you”....!!

Dammit!! I know!! This guy!!

Pag 7

1: There's one more person who we need to pay special attention to

2: Gunma Ryousei's third year, Kiji Kyuui

3: Ohh, Kiji? Who's that

Oi, I already told you about this in advance, Manami!! Come on, at the sea

Is that so?

4: What's your data about him?

5: There's basically no record of him in road racing

6: He's an..... “assassin” from the MTB world, huh

7: Is he aiming for the goal?

8: Yeah.... the goal...

That's right....

We should be glad

Pag 8

1: That he's only aiming for the goal

2: Hayaaaa!!

3: Dammit!! The first result.... so you're aiming for the sprint too!?

4: Since they said you were aiming for the goal I thought you were a climber like Manami!!

Pag 9

1: Let's speed up, Orange!! He'll catch up!!

2: I've seen it before!! This guy's jersey

3: That day.... he appeared suddenly on that bike with the thick tires

Pag 10

1: It's the guy who chased Onoda-san and the Hakogaku guy with the bouncy hair!!

2: Before that, Onoda-san said they were friends and that he's “strong”!!

3: He's coming to catch up to

4: mine and San-na's battle

Pag 11

1: He really is strong!!

Let's switch, I'll pull!!

Pag 12

1: Orange!!

3: They're in tune

You have amazing judgment and explosive power!!

4: When I caught up at the last curve

5: Even though they could have also accepted me and made me join them

Without making eye contact or calling out to each other, in an instant at the same time they made the decision

6: that they would “cooperate” to leave me behind!! Yon!!

You're really....

Pag 13

4: What's that

He's lowering his stance and pushing on the handles like he's about to dance....!!

5: Hayaaaa

Pag 14

1: You're really close friends!!

Pag 15

4: He lined up to us in one go!?

Pag 16

1: This guy!! Was it an optical illusion? Just now, I saw something like a cloud of dust behind me

2: Takadajou told us this

Be careful

3: I've been told that the power that a MTB rider can produce in a short time

4: is 1.5 times that of a road racing cyclist

5: This guy can match this top speed!?

8: Ah!?

9: Huh!?

Pag 17

2: In between!?

He came in between!?

Ah!?

3: You bastard, usually when one catches up he joins in the back

Pag 18

1: It's road racing theory!!

4: This guy doesn't know the theory?

5: 800m left until the sprint line!!

6: 1

Pag 19

1: 2

What's this- San-na, did this guy suddenly started counting

2: What's this

The sign for an attack?

3: 3

Pag 20

2: Alright, I recovered

5: Well then, I'll go

Pag 21

1: Ahead, yon

2: So it really was a sign for attacking!!

Who's that guy!!

[hyrule-preschool]

Like I get your trans anarchists or whatever but it's just funny how americans like you are so narcissistic you need everything to reflect you all the time that you'll pretend your projeciton headcanon is the only right and correct one

TRANS ANARCHISTS???

ANON I'M LITERALLY IRISH??

[mortiscausa]

i can't stop thinking how funny it would be if gareth's brothers did in fact recognise him and were just like 'well clearly he has his reasons so let's all be good big bros and pretend we don't know him' and then spend the next few weeks before he goes off on his quest pretending extremely badly that they have never ever met this kitchen boy before nope not at all even while other knights are looking at them and looking at gareth and going 'hmmm'

[caramelmochacrow]

"Please have your glimmering eyes Reflect nobody but me"

(frameless version under the cut)

^ floating junna yay! also she's playing peekaboo w nana here dw abt it

[petrichor-moss-and-lightning]

kissing girls is an olympic sport and by god am i coming in last fucking place