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ai-dadaism · 4 months
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phinmagic · 2 days
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The Vortempest Celestial Incident 1
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pardalote · 8 months
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A three legged creature.
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shiftywing · 3 months
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not 90% of the sandwing section in the guidebook being taken up by smolder's stupid scavenger guide. what the fuck.
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ilikemicrowaves · 7 months
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Does anybody want me to write an essay on my theroy on what the dragon from Burns Weirdling Tower? Im exploding because I just made a few connections
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Why are people so weird about "masculine" and "feminine" "traits"? Let your son have that fucking Barbie cake, that's a kid.
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jennhoney · 8 months
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Put it in me
I have a continuous glucose monitor now and it arrived just in time for some weird numbers! I’m normal but I shouldn’t be since we just drastically cut my medication. And I can set up a group of friends and family that monitor my numbers every 5 minutes with me and text me to eat snacks and stuff (I’m not doing that. That would drive me bonkers).
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brothersonahotelbed · 7 months
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wow everyihgjing is moving slower....
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ukulelekatie · 2 years
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I recently bought myself some earplugs to help with noise sensitivity (especially for sleeping) and they work really well but also the physical sensation of having my ears plugged up is somehow 10000x worse than the noise itself. so good news everyone I’ve solved one sensory issue by creating another
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dragoneyes618 · 2 years
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What if Katydid, after Malachite was reassigned and possessed and she lost all contact with him, fled Pantala?
Malachite was gone. Her parents had rejected her. But she had her egg, and she needed to make sure her egg would be safe. Which it wouldn’t be, as far as Katydid knew, because she left before Lady Scarab intervened.
So Katydid fled Pantala entirely, and somehow, miraculously, ended up in the Distant Kingdoms-Pyrrhia-alive and well, if exhausted, her egg safe and whole.
She meets Jerboa, and stays with her for a while. She’s found safety and sanctuary in Jerboa’s little hut, and she thinks that she and her egg will be safe.
But then one day Katydid is exploring the desert, and wanders a little too far from Jerboa’s hut, and runs into a group of Burn’s soldiers, who take one look at her and present her as a gift to their queen, as a new addition for her weirdling tower.
Burn plans to have Katydid killed and stuffed immediately. Katydid begs for mercy, showing Burn her unhatched egg. Burn decides that two weirdlings are better than one, and lets Katydid live. For now. After all, she’ll have to take care of her dragonet when it hatches. Once it’s old enough to get along with out she’ll kill her. After a few years, she’ll kill the dragonet too, and have them placed side by side, a matching set.
So Katydid is alive, but imprisoned in the weirdling tower, and knowing very well what her fate is to be.
Her egg hatches into a daughter, and she names her Cricket.
She tells her stories, and sings to her, and spends days at a time just holding her.
Katydid wants to make sure that Cricket will know the name of her father, the only living relative she will have besides Katydid’s own parents. So she carves Malachite’s name into her forearm with her claw. Burn is very displeased about this, since a scar will mar Katydid’s scales, but there’s nothing she can do. What punishment can she threaten Katydid with-death?
Shortly after Katydid does this (she sensed her time was running out, which is why she did it, afraid that Cricket would be too young to remember anything she told her), when she is ten, exactly a year after Cricket hatches, when Cricket is officially old enough to manage without her mother, Burn kills Katydid and has her stuffed and preserved, yet another addition to her collection of weird dead dragons.
Cricket grows up in the weirdling tower, knowing that her days are numbered; that the day she turns seven and is full-grown, Burn will do to her just what she did to her mother.
She is allowed more or less free reign throughout the stronghold. After all, she can’t flee. Well, technically she could flee, but she knows nothing about the outside world. Also, it would be completely obvious that she was an unnatural creature (Burn’s words) and she wouldn’t get far before someone spotted and reported her. She can’t even blend into a tribe, like a hybrid potentially could. No tribe on Pyrrhia has four wings.
Cricket sleeps right next to the figure of her mother, and will talk to her like she’s alive. When she was younger she used to climb on the thing that used to be Katydid; she sometimes hides or sleeps beneath her wings.
She remembers her mother’s name, and her voice, and the way her eyes looked when she looked at Cricket, not these dead glass orbs that take the place of Katydid’s eyes now. But she knows Katydid mostly as the dead wire-and-metal figure with her mother’s scales stretched over it. But that’s all she has.
Cricket’s love of reading and knowledge shines through, and she reads every single thing she can get her talons on. She takes to cataloging every single item in the weirdling tower, in the hope (that she refuses to admit, even to herself) that if she shows that she’s useful, as the keeper of the tower or whatever, Burn will decide that one four-winged dragon is enough and let her live. It becomes an obsession; she knows what everything in the tower is, where it is, who delivered it, and where it was taken from. She knows almost more about the weirdling tower and its contents than Burn does.
Fortuantely for Cricket and the rest of Pyrrhia, Burn died and Thorn became queen of the SandWings when she was five.
When Thorn demands to see the weirdling tower, the place where her daughter was imprisoned, shortly before ordering it knocked down, Smolder brings her in and introduces her to Cricket. Smolder had acted like a kindly but powerless-to-help guard to Cricket and before her, Katydid, just like he did with Sunny. (Cricket spoke to Sunny and had a disturbing conversation with her [”I’m going to die in less than two years, but at least I’ll be with my mother, right by that wall over there.”]. In fact, Sunny may have mentioned Cricket to Thorn. Cricket might have spoken to Sky as well.) Thorn speaks to Cricket, asks her who she is. Cricket shows Thorn her mother. Thorn then tells Cricket that she can come live in the palace proper and receive a real education with all the scrolls she can read.
She also asks what should be done with the thing that used to be Katydid, since the weirdling tower is being destroyed. Cricket doesn’t know. She doesn’t know her tribe’s death rites, how they bury their dead. She also doesn’t want to be parted with the frame of Katydid. It’s all she has of her mother, the only semi-comforting thing she ever had. So Thorn has it put in a side room in the palace.
Fast-forward a year later, Cricket has begun to adjust well to life amongst normal dragons, considering she no longer has to live with the constant specter of death hanging over her. She’s heard stories of the new continent, and how some of the dragons who came over looking for shelter recently have four wings. She wonders if that’s where her mother came from. None of those dragons looked like she did, but four wings are four wings. All the dragons from the other continent have returned now, since the evil queen they were fleeing from has been deposed, and the weird plant-possessing thing has been destroyed (Cricket has SO MANY questions) but maybe one day soon they’ll send an envoy or an ambassador to Pyrrhia, and Cricket can ask her questions then.
Then one day a youngish male dragon, only a year or two older than Cricket’s mother would be if she was alive, shows up at Queen Thorn’s stronghold. He is the only other of her kind Cricket has ever seen, besides her mother. He has orange scales and red wings, scattered with black spots-just like the black spots Cricket has on her own scales.
Years ago, he says, he loved a dragon. But he was reassigned to somewhere far away from where she lived, and the queen didn’t allow him his own mind for years. Now she is powerless, and he is free, and he has been looking for her. She is gone from her home, gone for years, and she was last seen heading east, farther east than any Pantalan had gone before the flamesilk Luna. He has come to look for her.
His name, he introduces himself, is Malachite.
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sangfielle · 2 years
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its really funny how im like lkterally everuone i know irls pet gayboy
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ai-dadaism · 11 months
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phinmagic · 4 days
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The Vortempest Celestial Incident Credits
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pardalote · 8 months
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Today's creation.
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also the perp’s name is Thagard but me and my bad English comprehension skills hear faggot every time
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lostjonscaves · 1 year
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rip jon you wouldve hated tiktok
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