#erika horn

[weaver-z]

There's a user called Erika Horn (@erikahorn.art) on tiktok who made a "duet me" challenge so technically impressive that all of the duets are exactly like this LMAO

[enchantedbook]

Drawing From The Disney Movie The Jungle Book By Erika Horn

[a-titty-ninja]

「帰宅部」 byごやいん | Twitter

๑ Permission to reprint was given by the artist ✔.

[lovecolibri]

Aabria and Erika seeing a bad guy:

Brennan: *air horn* run! You gotta run! We can find NICE people to fuck LATER, we gotta go!

[corrodedcoughin]

it's been a long day, hell it's be a long week, long month, long life. Steve is driving home from work and somebody pulls out in front of him, making him break suddenly and leading the other driver to honking their horn at him.

For some unknown reason, this is the thing that breaks Steve Harrington. He's had a swirl of background thoughts going through his brain for weeks, they aren't anything new. Nothing he hasn't heard or thought before, but they just get so loud, so overwhelmingly loud and overbearing.

Before he knows it the tears are trailing down his face as he drives, he doesn't wipe them away, know there's no point when they aren't going to stop. Suddenly all the thoughts and feelings he's pushed down are right in front of him and he feels like he's drowning. Steve lets himself wallow, lets himself be swallowed by his emotions.

Truthfully, he loves looking after people, feels like if he can't do anything else, he can make sure the people around him feel cared for. He puts immense effort into everything he does for them, checks in with them, always goes the extra mile to makes birthdays and Christmas gifts absolutely perfect. He wants everyone to feel like they are listened to but the thing is, Steve has never experienced that feeling himself.

He bends over backwards to run around giving lifts, fitting his schedule around other and caring so, so much. And he doesn't mean to sound so selfish, but the thing is it hurts, it hurts more than he can possibly explain, he feels hollowed out and so inexplicably lonely. He's in this small town and he doesn't really think he wants to move but what else is he going to do with his life? Everyone else is going to leave and he's going to be left behind, he's never going to find love in this place and that's one thing he is desperate for. He wants to feel loved, he wants to feel like he is a priority to someone, like he matters, like he's special. God he's so heartbreakingly lonely.

The tears are streaming thick and fast, he has to pull over to let the body wracking sob rip through him. He's never going to tell anyone he feels this way, can't let his friends know about the emptiness he feels inside, that he loves them fiercely in hopes that it will fill this deep and dark void. He loves that he can make his friends happy, it's the one thing that keeps him going through it all, the only thing that makes him think this is all worthwhile.

He just aches so intensely, right in his bones, in his soul. He knows his friends love him but he can't internalise it, he's heard people say he matters but he doesn't know how to assimilate the statement into his being. He feels disgusting for thinking these thoughts, bad and mean and self-centered and greedy for something he doesn't deserve but he can't stop himself which only perpetuates the cycle. He hates himself so intensely in that moment, stronger than usual, hates himself so overwhelmingly he feels like he can't breathe.

But he catches the time on the dashboard as he leans his head back against the headrest, sees that it's close to pick up time for Dustin, Lucas and Erika. He wipes his face, takes a deep lungful of air, flips the car indicator up and gets ready to be Steve Harrington again.

[peopleareaproblem]

Burrow's End speculation!

I took some screenshots of the preview for ep 7, spoilers below the cut.

Obviously The Director/Dictator. They're at some sort of pulpit? Hm.

A preachy looking type! Also at a pulpit.

A big scary wolf with a shard of what looks like machinery sticking out of its neck. Ew.

A zombie-looking stoat with a gas mask. Probably there's a pulpit just of of sight...

Concerning. It's all very concerning.

The Director did say there were four of them, but is one of The First Stoats a full wolf?? Lord. I sort of doubt it because the other three all have yellow fabric integrated into their 'fits, but we'll see. And what is that jammed into the wolf's neck??

In any case, this whole thing screams Ritual™️ to me.

AND!! What the fuck is this thing???

The top row is in front of Siobhan and Rashawn, the middle row is in front of Erika, the bottom row is in front of Jasper. I took two screenshots of the last one because there's a tentacle or something that gets added even though the big claw thingy in front doesn't move at all. So it seems to me like there might be several fightable tentacles of this monster.

It's so eldritchy! It looks like the tip of the tentacle in the first pic has blue flame or spell effect, which is terrifying. The whole thing also looks covered in teeth/bone/horns. I feel like it might be connected to the creepy elk they were hunting in ep 4. Maybe they added its DNA to the soup!

I suspect The First Stoats are summoning A Beast in those first few screenshots. Episode 7 is looking to be a doozy. Can't wait to see the whole mini maxi!

[elbiotipo]

Secondary characters of Campoestela (outside the Beto-Ragua-Siusini trio)

Xipi and Xapa:

A couple of Jeparet, a small pterodactyl-like species.

They do the night shift on the Mastropiero, Xipi pilots and Xapa co-pilots and does extra engineering (Siusini doesn't sleep but he has free time)

Much like Mother Earth's Agapornis lovebirds they are literally unseparable and would die if they stay apart. They are very very much like those extremely close couples you must have met.

Born in Taraguí, so they speak Rioplatense and Tandar but also a couple dialect they only understand. They help Ragua with language lessons but mix a lot of things that not even Beto understands.

They LOVE cumbia music and spend their free time dancing.

Erika:

Beto's childhood friend from Aerolito and his ex

Archeologist and historian, she is an endless fountain of trivia and history rants, one reason why she got along so well with Beto.

Intensely analytical about people. You know the mad scientist stereotype? She's a mad sociologist. It works in some ocassions, not all of them.

Broke up with Beto under Unclear Circumstances during an archeological expedition.

She knows ancient languages, and so is probably one of the few people who can actually hold a conversation with Ragua on her language. How very convenient.

DISCO TEX:

YEE-HAW VAQUEROS HERE COMES DISCO TEX BETO'S SPACE EX

A vaquero disco fan space trucker from Tejas (independent from the old Usamerica for over four centuries now)

Exactly what you'd expect. Dances and sings like a devil. Always speaks in ALL CAPS.

His spaceship is decorated with disco balls, lava lamps and carpet EVERYWHERE inside, outside there's a decoration of the horns of a space creature he tamed himself. Alledgelly.

Dedicates himself to speculative trade rather than contracts like Beto and is quite rich. His spaceship is bigger and has a bigger crew who also dress as disco vaqueros. He must pay real well.

One hell of a friend, though.

CB-2:

Cebedós, a maintenance robot of the Mastropiero. (probably should name him after a Les Luthiers reference)

Looks like a sphere with lots of robot limbs and tools, surprsingly cute.

Over time robots develop their own personality. CB-2 is like a good dog, even wagging his robot "tail" when he does a good job.

YOU CAN'T PET HIM THOUGH, he goes into the spaceship reactor, no matter how much you clean him he's full of radation :(

[chiangyorange]

more rottmnt game changer thoughts: i like the idea of them switching off who plays sam so they all have versions of The Suit™ because i fully believe they are all capable of being the most unhinged hosts ever

anyway heres my reasons why i chose who i did for the escape room and literally its because

leo: youre not getting a fucking joke out of me until im put of this room! cassandra, directed at cards: lets go baby lets go leo: you want BITS?? leo: YOU LET ME OUT OF THE ROOM FOR BITS, MOTHER FUCKER!

and

cjj: you can go ahead and take your podiums. raph: PODIUMS?? cassandra: im sorry were not done? leo: yeah now were doing a fucking episode of 'junior says'

(more episode ideas under the cut)

yes or no - mikey is hosting (for psychologial warfare reasons)

cjj as zac (him creeping up behind cassandra with a goofy crown is a HILARIOUS mental image)

cassandra as brennan (monologue intensity)

april as ally (her fucking up the rules even tho shes the first one to figure it out is really good)

sound impression challenge (aka noise boys series) - april is hosting

donnie as josh (THE GIANT BOSS IN A CONFERENCE MEETING.)

raph as zac (imagine him doing the moose. IMAGINE. “ muuuuuuu,,,? moooooorr?? mooouuuuuur???!!”)

leo as brennan (AUSTRALIAN SPANISH TEACHER CMON ITS RIGHT THERE)

as a cucumber - donnie is hosting

splinter as katie ([gets blind folded in front of a knife throwing board] "dont tickle me.")

april as brennan ("once the phone left, i was no longer participating in this world. whose phone? april? that's made up.")

mikey as carolyn ([holding a snake] "this is a moment for me. i dont care about your little comedy show. i'm communing with nature.")

sam says (1) - cjj is hosting

leo as brennan (remembering the virtuous economic cycle after like 1 min of staring at it)

april as izzy (after recieving an air horn after the 'dont flinch' challenge and uses it immediately)

cassandra as lou ("oj simpson is [REDACTED]")

a sponsored episode - cjj is hosting (hey junior where ya from? recurring bit is so fucking funny come ON now)

april as trapp (parmesan lemon biter)

splinter as grant (starter of the "hey junior? where you from?" AND "would you take a bite?" [of parmesan covered lemon])

raph as rekha ("would you take another bite?" [of parmesan lemon])

filmed before a live studio audience - leo is hosting

sunita as becca ("hi grandgoogly! no! im being embarrased publically!")

april as izzy ([climbs into the fridge] "im not getting back in the fridge. im a GROWN woman")

cassandra as erika ([breaks potted plant] "of course the one i figured out is the one where you have to smash something.")

[token-08]

Battalia Bendetta Chapter 1 - Seeds of the Future

It was 7:14 AM, August 26th in SouthEast Yoyo City. Sunday Simms woke up with a yawn, before breaking into a wide grin. Today they finally were going to begin High School, and they were ecstatic to say the least. They got dressed, brushed their teeth, made some breakfast and left the house fully ready and in High-Schooler Mode™. They left in a run to try to get on campus in time. They hummed to themself as they dashed, mentally making plans to join clubs and make friends and- 

Suddenly they were grabbed by their hood, jolting them backwards, nearly dropping them to the ground. “Ack-!” Before they can react to the tug a large truck whizzed past, blaring its horn at them loudly. It surely would have hit them had it not been for whoever pulled them back. They quickly spun around to see who their rescuer was. It was a girl, slightly shorter than them, sporting short, dark navy colored hair cut into a short bob that was longer in the front and shorter in the back. She wore a black graphic tee with a white sweater beneath. She wouldn’t have looked out of place at a punk concert. Sunday had surely never seen this girl before, but something about her face seemed so familiar. Could it be…?

“Hey Sunny. Sorry for the scare, but I couldn’t let you die before the first day even started.”

“Erika! You look so different now, I didn't even recognize you!”

Sunday wrapped their arms tightly around Erika, both in thanks for saving their life, and in joy of seeing their best friend again. Sunday and Erika had met in the fourth grade, and have been stuck like glue ever since, though they hadn’t seen each other at all during the latter half of their summer vacation as Sunday had been on a trip visiting their dad. If you were to ask them, they’d say they were made for each other. They had shared interests in going to parks and cafés, they both enjoyed hiking and playing video games together, and they shared a massive love for their favorite series, ‘Maiden Senshi.’ The two even supplemented the weak points that each other had. Sunday was the most friendly person you could ever meet, but they had a frequent tendency to do things without thinking about them all the way through (They had a ‘heart of gold but head of air,’ as Erika often remarked.) Erika, however, was extremely clever, especially academically, but her cold and blunt personality made making friends extremely difficult for her. Compounded with her struggle to understand what people were feeling, socialization was a struggle for Erika. Sunday would be helpless if not for Erika’s quick thinking getting them out of jams time and time again, and Erika likely would be all on her own without Sunny’s camaraderie and warmth. Together, they were a complementary pair.

Sunday finally released the prisoner from their Alcatrazean embrace and they began to idly chat on their way to school.

“So! What made you change up your style? It looks amazing!” 

Erika enjoyed the sweet words before making her response. “I think I just wanted to wear something more unique. Something a bit more… like me, y’know?” 

“Hehe, well it definitely suits you!” 

Erika then suddenly remembered something that she was waiting to mention to her friend while she had the chance.

“I want to try to join the photography club.”

“Photography? Oh! That’s awesome! Remember back at the zoo when you took that really good hippo photo? That one that got featured on the Nature Channel!”

“You really remembered that? That was back in like fifth grade wasn’t it?” 

“Of course I remember! It was awesome!” Sunday beamed at Erika, who couldn’t help but smile back. 

Finally, the duo had arrived at the school. The building that they would be attending for the next three years. Up close, the building seemed so much larger and more intimidating than they could imagine. It was in part that they’d never been so close, with the other part being the fact that they were really here now. In high school. Sunday was about to make a remark to Erika, but when they turned to her she was already walking off.

“I can't be late, I’ll be seeing you.” 

“Hey! You can’t just walk off like that!” Wailed Sunday, but Erika seemingly didn’t hear or didn’t care, leaving them alone and destitute in the large courtyard. They mourned for a moment, but figured that their clever friend did probably have a point about not being late. It was the first day after all, and they couldn't live with that kind of reputation for the rest of the year. Reluctantly, they entered the building and went in the direction of their class.

Sunday was placed in Class C, which was located on the second floor, as were the rest of the first years. The class stood fourth door down from the start of the hallway and was taught under the careful guidance of Ms. Leason. Sunday made sure to memorize all of this information so that they didn’t risk getting completely lost in the massive expanse of the building, something that happened to them more times in past schools than they would like to admit. 

The first class was a relatively standard first-day-of-the-year protocol. The teacher introduced herself and then started calling students up alphabetically to do the same. Sunday listened attentively, trying to make a mental note of every person’s name and face. A stranger was just a friend you haven't met, after all! When it was finally their own turn they eagerly piped up and stood. 

“My name is Sunday Simms! I went to Mela Junior High before I went here! I hope to make friends with you all!” 

Ms. Leason nodded. “Thank you, Sunday. Next, Falon Spiel, please.”

A boy situated one desk forward and two desks left from Sunday rose. He dressed nicer than most other students, wearing a white dress shirt and a tie. His hair was dreaded and parted down the middle. These, by themselves, would be pretty average features. Maybe it was slightly strange that he was so dressed up compared to the rest of the student body, but Sunday figured that everyone had their own style. However,  it wasn’t those traits that stood out; it was the white eyepatch he had wrapped around his head, covering his right eye. Immediately, Sunday’s mind went wild. What could have happened to him? Arrow? Acid? Axe attack? Probably not that last one, as there would probably be some kind of scar left. No scar left… Maybe it was fake? Although possible, that theory didn’t feel quite right either. Lost in thought, they almost completely missed him actually introducing himself. They shook themself from their wild imagination to listen. Perhaps he’d say something about his strange accessory. 

“Hello everyone. My name is Falon Spiel. I also come from Mela Junior High. I’m pleased to make everyone’s acquaintance.” He bowed and closed his eye with a grin. Maybe he was winking? It was unclear, but obviously meant to appear playful, which was an odd contrast to his overly formal introduction. Sunday had already grown even more suspicious of their bizarre classmate. He also went to Mela? They didn't remember anyone like him, eye patch or not. He seemed completely unfamiliar. They really were trying to just pass over it, but they just couldn’t shake the strange feeling they got about him. He just seemed so… off. Eyepatch? ‘From the same school’ yet they didn’t know him? Was this guy a time traveler or something? No matter how hard they tried to eject the thoughts they just couldn’t get that weird guy out of their mind. 

The rest of school went by in a flash. Or at least it felt like a flash to Sunday, who operated distractedly throughout the day. They had made several attempts to try to speak with their fishy classmate but it felt as if he had a posse doting on him at all times. Seemingly everyone in Class C wanted a piece of the mysterious Falon Spiel. Sunday walked out of the building at the end of the day, defeated and more focused on their classmate than their surroundings. They were preparing to wait for Erika, yet hadn’t realized that she was already waiting right in front of them. Their friend waved her hand in front of their face to break their daze.

“Sunny? You’re thinking. What's going on?” Sunday found the comment slightly funny, but they knew Erika well enough to know that she was being completely genuine with the inquiry. The two began their walk as Sunday responded. 

“Nothing… Well, mostly nothing. Was there ever anyone at our old school named Falon Spiel? Black kid, dreads, about yay high?” They held their hand a couple inches above their head, as it was the best estimate they could give of his height without being able to get any closer to him.

“No, I don’t remember anyone named or looking like that. Why do you ask?”

“Because he was there today in class.. He was dressed up all fancy and was wearing an eyepatch. According to him, he also went to Mela.”

“An eyepatch? Why?”

“That’s what I was thinking! This guy has been on my mind all day but I didn’t have a chance to ask him anything because it’s like he has his own fan club!” 

“That is all pretty strange… I suppose you just need to ask him when you get a chance, right?”

“Well, that’s what I was thinking today. But then I thought that it would be super weird if I just went up to this guy I’d never met and said ‘Hi! My name is Sunday! What’s the deal with the eye patch and why did you lie about going to my school?’”

Erika laughed. “I suppose that would be pretty weird. So, what’s your plan?”

Sunday put their head in their hands. “I have absolutely no idea.”

Erika sighed; she really should have expected that answer. She looked down the street they were walking past and spotted her house. “This is where I leave you to your own. Good luck with that whole Falon thing.” 

It was now Sunday's turn to sigh at their friend. That girl really couldn’t stick around today it felt like. For a second time today, they were walking down the road, alone, lost in thought, though this time under different pretenses (but still making sure to look both ways before crossing). They walked the rest of the way home as fatigue began to set in. They weren’t sure whether to attribute it to the first day of school adrenaline wearing off or to how much they tried to think today, but they were spent. They entered their home expecting to see their mother waiting for them, as had become a usual for when they got home from school, but they didn’t see her anywhere. They did, however, spot a yellow sticky note stuck to the counter, and gave it a read.

“Felt ill and turned in early, ham and cheese in the fridge! - Mom”

They thought about having the sandwich, but decided that they’d save it for later. As for right now: they needed a power nap. After one quick rest they knew they’d be back to their hyper-energized self. They opened the door to their room to quickly nap and their eyes went wide.

Who is that in their room? 

The small girl sat in Sunday’s chair. She didn’t appear fully grown, but also not quite like a child either. If they had to guess she may have been about 13 or 14 years old. Her skin was golden brown and her hair was white and flowing, as was the strangely elegant dress she wore. Her body was wrapped in many contour golden rings: A set on her ankles, a set on her wrists, one wrapped around her waist, and one wrapped around her head like a size-too-small halo. To call her unassuming would be a lie. But even with all the jewelry, nothing about her compared to her eyes. They were colored a bright platinum, and were as splendid as if they were actually glowing. Wait, were her eyes actually glowing? No, they couldn’t be… The eyes, or her face as a whole, rather, appeared unfeeling. The stranger was completely unbothered as the owner of the room she was intruding in analyzed her. Is she waiting for them? Who is this? Why is she here? What in the world is going on?

Finally, Sunday swallowed their fear and spoke to the mystery girl. “You… who are you? What are you doing here?” 

“To give you the gift to protect, Sunday Simms.” The girl spoke very simply. Her voice was flat, as if she belonged here and that this was something they were meant to know. Her mannerisms of speech actually reminded Sunday of a younger Erika, that is to say it was as if she hadn’t quite figured out how to feel yet. On their friend it was quite funny and their parents had even found it cute. But on this stranger it seemed more unnerving than anything else.

“The… what? And you didn’t tell me who you are! Or how you got here!”

“My apologies. My name is Boast. A goddess long forgotten. I am the embodiment of energy, of victory, of adrenaline. When you feel your blood rush, when you get back up, when you punch and kick and give every fight your all, that is you feeling me. I have come here to give you a piece of my power. To give you a way to protect yourself and others from what is to come.”

The answers they received did little but open up a boundless list of new questions. A goddess? What is to come? What the hell is she talking about? Is this real?

“There’s no way… Is this a prank? If it is, it's not funny!”

“If you disbelieve me, then I implore you: try to remove one of my rings.” Boast held out an arm towards Sunday, wrist up, seemingly vulnerable, offering a golden ring. Cautiously, they lightly touched the ring to grab hold. But with only a light grazing of their finger on the jewelry,  a terrible sensation blazed through their hand. The ring wasn’t hot. If anything, the metal was actually slightly cold. The feeling when they gripped it, though, it was as if it were burning. They recoiled from the painful touch before dubiously bracing themself to reach for it again, but Boast put up a hand to signify for them to stop. 

“I advise you to not try that again. These are the Rings of Binding. Forged by the gods to inhibit. I am fortunate to be strong enough to bear the burden, but to a human they could prove themselves fatal.”

“But why did they put them on you? You seem…” They analyzed the goddess’ appearance before finishing the thought. “Harmless.”

For the first time, Boast paused for a moment before responding. She held her finger and thumb to her chin, looked to the ground, and pursed her lips in deep thought. In that moment, and for only that moment, she really did resemble a child. 

Boast raised her head again. “Have you heard the story of Prometheus? It is an ancient tale, originating from Greece. It’s the story of a god who brought fire from the heavens to mankind, and was reprimanded for it with terrible punishment.”

“Are you trying to say that you’re like him? What did you do then?”

“I gave you, humans, a palette for victory. The taste for more. I am why humans summited Everest. Why they crossed the seas, why they placed a flag on the moon. The gods find your ambition blasphemous. I view it as the missing piece you needed to be whole.”

Sunday was taken aback by this. This girl, this small and inconspicuous girl sitting in their desk chair, was the arbiter of drive and want and ambition in all of mankind. As this sunk in, they decided that they finally, finally, were beginning to trust her. They felt that finally, finally, they were ready to listen.

“Okay. What do you need from me?”

“There soon will be monsters that walk this earth. I am going to give you a piece of me. With this piece you will be stronger, faster, and more vigorous. Additionally, there will be an unforeseen side effect.” Sunday made a face of worry at that comment. ‘Unforeseen side effects’ are typically not a good thing. 

Boast noticed their expression and elaborated. “Worry not, they are not harmful. Quite the contrary in fact. My power will reflect in your soul like a prism, and in doing so unlock abilities that represent what you are inside your heart.” 

Sunday’s tension turned to intrigue. Abilities that reflect who they were inside? What would they say about them?

Boast continued, “It is with this very power that you will take on the beasts of corruption, known as Pollutions. As you foster this power, you shall grow stronger. And since the power you hold is a piece of me, as will I. With enough time and growth, I eventually should accumulate enough power to break free of these Binding Rings and finally purify the world completely of the Pollutions. That objective is our ultimate goal.” 

Sunday nodded. Despite the lengthy explanation the plan seemed deceptively simple. Borrow her power, fight the bad guys, give it back, she gets rid of them for good. They could do this. It seemed easy peasy, right? 

“Okay then. I’m ready. How do we do this?”

“It’s quite simple. Lie down.” Sunday did as told, lying down on their bed and Boast, careful not to let Sunday touch any of her Rings, rose from her seat in Sunday’s chair and placed both her hands in the center of Sunday’s abdomen, as if she were about to give the mortal CPR. 

“Now. I am going to channel my energy throughout you. This will take a lot from you. Are you prepared?” 

They nodded and closed their eyes, nerves beginning to rise. They felt the goddess press down and start quietly chanting in a language they were struggling to place. Italian maybe? Likely some grandfather language to it, though that was unimportant.

When Boast said it would take a lot from them, they assumed she meant that it would be strenuous, or painful like when they attempted to touch the Binding Ring, but it resembled neither.ather, it was more like being given anesthesia at the doctor. They forced their eyes open in an attempt to stay awake a second longer during the process, but a second was all they were gifted. The last thing they were able to recall before finally fading into sleep was the glow of the Boast's pale eyes in their fading room. 

And then there was nothing.

[shieldfoss]

"Tumblr blocking behavior be normal for 1 day challenge (Impossible)"

There's a post I cannot like (The heart lights up, then fades to gray again) and when I try to reblog it: "We’re sorry. There was an error processing your post."

No there fucking wasn't you bell-ends, OP has blocked me. Just be honest about the God damn situation.

We’re sorry. There was an error processing your post.

Anyway go to this post, it's good:

[linaselandbasil]

Dimorphism in dragons

(Yes, this is eldarya content, I'm analyzing dragons. Don't worry we will talk about Valkyon and Lance. )

In a previous installation I proposed that the cause for different colored coats could be dimorphism. Dimorphism is the natural phenomenon of different looking genders, it is usually the result of $€xu@L selection.

For example: Peahens choose to mate with the male who has the most impressive tail feathers. This trait is linked to the y chromosome (I assume, don't quote me on this one) so every male offspring is guaranteed to have it (unless a genetic mutation occurs) and every female offspring is guaranteed to not have it.

The *nasty word* selection is so prevalent that the natural selection didn't reverse it. The big feathers of peacocks make it really hard to fly away when a predator is after them, so the sexier the peacock the easier it is to murk them. Despite this, peahens couldn't give less of a fuck, they don't like him that much. If he distracts the tiger while everyone else flees that's his problem to deal with!

Usually, in nature, when a male is very colorful and yassified it means that they're competing for female attention (there's exceptions). When the male is a gigachad compared to less gigachad females that's usually because they live in groups where the male specimen aren't as important socially and they're selected (or compete) to be a walking sperm bank, they basically get hella pussy (lion, deer, chicken), or it's simply a result of a coincidence (canids, felines). When the females are bigger that's possibly a coincidence too, but larger females are more efficient when the creatures are monogamous (only one partner. Humans are not monogamous by nature) because if the male is any bigger than it needs to be, that's a waste of resources on such a small scale. Usually bigger females occur in carnivorous animals, more often in birds and therapods. (Eagle, black widow, T-rex)

Alright, I'm not an expert but I think this is enough context. Let's get into it!

...

Tia remarked that her sons grew up to be really tall. (Father is also tall) This might be because she is small because of her phenotype or she's small simply because dragons mature differently and she was young. Let's say she's small because female dragons are smaller than males. That could mean that: a)dragons live in a social structure where one male is protecting his partners and offspring, most likely his adult sons as well. b)It's a coincidence and they live in a social structure like wolves where the oldest members protect and lead the youth. There was once a study that concluded that there's alpha wolves and they lead the pack, but that's simply not the case. In a follow-up study the research concluded that the "alphas" were the parents and grandparents of the pack and they were teaching and raising their pups even after they grew up. This is very similar to how humans function, must be why we get along so well.

I'll assume that the wolfpack theory is the case, since male dominance is kind of icky and young males getting thrown out because their father is scared that they'll fuck their mother is not the vibe. Very small shriveled up penis energy. Also, with this social structure, young males either become loners or stick together because being alone is hard for social animals. The fact that this doesn't go both ways and females can't have more than one male even breathing in their direction, one of them killing the other one might have been inevitable. I really don't get why Erika is so hot to them, she's literally living drywall.

Let's propose that male dragons are yassified like peacocks or deer. That would mean that they're physically bigger than females and they beat each other up to impress females. This would make horns make scientific sense and it would mean that Lance and Valkyon would be fighting each other to the bitter end every year for two weeks straight, but otherwise they'd be civil and they'd be allowed to live with the rest of dragon society.

They might just get groovy and do a little dance to impress their muse, they might sing, or, my favorite option:

They build a nest and fill it with pretty things! Aah, I'm getting the downstairs tingle just thinking about it! My my, what a mating ritual~

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I headcanon dragons to be social creatures who function much the same way as humans, so they would live in communities with hundreds of individuals, the community contains several smaller groups with 20-30 individuals. Since they're large bodied predators, they'd need to live relatively far from one another to have enough food. That would mean that a community would occupy several hectares of land per mouth to feed, so their numbers are small and they need tight social bonds and complex communication to avoid inbreeding.

In a community, the young ones are raised and taught by all members, much like in humans. The young ones get taught how to socialize, and then to forage and hunt. Contrary to what people might assume, intelligence is not always an advantage. Brains consume a lot of energy and if there's no benefit to thinking, it makes the animal waste resources. Dragons would need to be pretty intelligent to understand social codes, learn from example and then find a way to teach too. Their intelligence benefits them, because it is a lot easier to survive together than alone.

Something that I thought up a while ago: Art separates people from animals and compassion separates monsters from creatures.

Dragons don't need to be like humans to be successful, but since humans are by far the most successful intelligent animal, I would assume we could see eye to eye with them. My favorite animal is a dragon, mostly because they're made up and anyone can imagine them however they think is best.

Let's look at some drawings:

this last drawig I made for a different post but I forgot if I ever used it. Look at it regardless, they're some beautiful specimens! (They're siamese dragons from the post about pigmentation)

@dragons-nest-black-dragon would you look at this, it's finished! (Mostly, I feel like I can add more but I'm tired)

I SUMMON THE COUNCIL!

@losyashkakus @lumen-anima @aide-falls @lunii12

And you, @little-frog-from-the-saturn, you seemed to like these so here you go. Another one to read.

[maybeimavillain-byleif]

Guys I was thinking... why Leiftan in his daemon form has horns on his head and Erika in her daemon form doesn't have them...? Also, why here she has only 1 pair of wings and on her statue she has 2 pair of wings??🤔 I don't know how this came on my mind but I was just wondering how Erika would look in her daemon form, then I remembered that the only time we saw her daemon form was in ep 28 of TO

[nathximesimmer]

❄️Snowy nightmare❄️

❄️What am I wearing?❄️

♥Head: LeLUTKA - Ceylon Head 3.1 ♥Body: eBODY - REBORN ♥Skin: more more - erika skin - milk tone  ♥Hair: Usagi Society - Gratitude Hair ♥Horns: Dreamcatcher - Snowy tale - horns / Advent Gift 2021 ♥Dress: :[P&E]:- Amolora ♥Staff: Dreamcatcher - Black staff ♥Pose: Sweet Art. Asia Animations Set at Equal10 Event

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MBS SMACKDOWN! OBSCURE CHARACTERS EDITION!

WILL BE UPDATED AS ROUNDS ARE POSTED!

Posts will still be tagged #mbs smackdown if you want to block them.

Remember! Don't choose your favorite; choose who you honestly think would win in a physical fight.

Some characters will be making a comeback, as they still have fairly little screentime or fandom recognition, so we'll give them another chance.

Round One.

The Water Polo Team versus The Taxi Driver WINNER: The Water Polo Team!

Marlon versus Sebastian versus Ana de Leon WINNER: a TIE between Marlon and Sebastian!

Hildegard Billingsley versus Arthur Bloom versus Alphonse the Tailor versus The Barber versus Morris the Stenographer WINNER: The Barber!

Mr. Oshiro versus Miss De La Torre versus That British Guy In Dr. Garrison's Lab versus Captain Noland WINNER, AND I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS: a TIE between Mr. Oshiro, Miss De La Torre, and Captain Noland!

Rowena Two versus Van Horn versus Cannonball WINNER: another fucking TIE between Rowena and Cannonball!

Charity Two versus Erika WINNER: Charity Two!

One Two versus McCabe WINNER: One Two!

Madame Chops versus The Glenns versus Sticky's Aunt and Uncle WINNER: Madame Chops!

Dewey versus Krista WINNER: Krista!

Lindsay versus Isaac WINNER: Lindsay!

Charlie Peters versus Auguste WINNER: Auguste!

SQ versus Mrs. Perumal WINNER: Mrs. Perumal!

The Secret Benedict Sister versus Martina's Tetherball Team WINNER: Martina's Tetherball Team!

Round Two.

The Water Polo Team versus Martina's Tetherball Team WINNER: Martina's Tetherball Team!

Marlon versus The Barber WINNER: The Barber!

Sebastian versus Mrs. Perumal WINNER: Mrs. Perumal!

Cannonball versus Lazlo WINNER: Cannonball!

Charity Two versus Miss De La Torre WINNER: Charity Two!

Madame Chops versus The Orphanage Master WINNER: Madame Chops!

Krista versus Auguste WINNER: Krista!

Rowena Two versus Mr. Oshiro WINNER: Rowena Two!

Lindsay versus Marcus Hoover WINNER: Lindsay!

Captain Noland versus One Two WINNER: Captain Noland!

Round Three.

Martina's Tetherball Team versus Madame Chops WINNER: Martina's Tetherball Team!

The Barber versus Captain Noland WINNER: Captain Noland!

Lindsay versus Krista WINNER: Lindsay!

Rowena Two versus Charity Two TIE! YOU GODDAMN ANIMALS!

Mrs. Perumal versus Cannonball WINNER: Mrs. Perumal!

Round Four.

Martina's Tetherball Team versus Charity Two WINNER: Martina's Tetherball Team!

Captain Noland versus Lindsay WINNER: Lindsay!

Mrs. Perumal versus Rowena Two WINNER: Mrs. Perumal!

Round Five. FINAL ROUND! Unless there's a tie again! Fuckers!

Mrs. Perumal versus Martina's Tetherball Team versus Lindsay

WINNER:

MARTINA'S TETHERBALL TEAM!!!!!