REMINDER TO TAG YOUR DISCOURSE AND CHARACTER CRITICISM

I was huge as well, from the bottom of my paw to the top of my head it’s around 65-70 feet tall. I was a bit bigger than Smaug for comparison. My tail was longer than my body and my wingspan was large compared to my body too. For context my kintype is an icewing/rainwing/nightwing. Icewings are pretty big, Nightwings are a bit smaller, and rainwings are one of the smallest of the tribes

I’ve been thinking about dragons today and I have a very curious question about dragonkins

do you ever think about HOW big you would consider your kintype? Like the general size of the species and age. I would often consider adult dragons be on average to be only a few feet bigger than a blue whale, again this would also depend upon species as well

I’m just genuinely curious and I wanna hear from you.

Quick announcement about the mama Puffy fic

It is coming! But I’ve been pretty swamped with school on top of feeling really anxious about putting my work out there so I’ve been knit-picking what I have written so far and constantly redoing what I have. So it might be a little while longer before the fic is ready but I just wanted to announce that it is still coming. In the meantime if anyone wants to write about this or draw it, feel free! The Mama Puffy concept isn’t my idea but if you use specific scenes and ideas I’ve put out please credit me for that and send me the link, I’d love to read it.

I’ll carry things in my mouth and I’ll pick stuff up with my feet too

reblog if you never “grew out of” carrying things in your mouth

trying to prove a point to a friend :p

Happy Mermay y’all.

Tubbo and Tommy: A character and character dynamic study.

Neither are the villain here.

Both are 16 year olds, raised during war. Tubbo is doing everything they can to protect and lead L’Manberg. Chaos and destruction is all Tommy knows and he gave up his prized possessions, the discs to save L’Manberg. Now they stand on opposing sides because Dream is the villain scared of losing power.

Dream let L’Manberg have independence but took the discs in trade for it because he wanted a backup plan. If L’Manberg became too big of a threat to Dream’s power he’d just use the discs to manipulate Tommy, Wilbur’s right hand man.

History is repeating AGAIN. It’s a running theme in the SMP and until someone realizes this and puts an end to it history will keep repeating.

Tommy will start down the path to destruction that Wilbur walked. But, perhaps with Ghostbur’s help, Tommy will stop before it’s too late. He’ll break the cycle and I think Ghostbur will be integral to it, after all he was a part of it. Tommy is one half of Wilbur’s character parallel.

Now onto Tubbo.

Tubbo, like Wilbur, has the weight of the world on their shoulders. Tubbo is the other half of Wilbur’s character parallel. Tubbo is doing what they think is best for the nation. On top of what happened with Tommy, Tubbo is constantly being underminded and mocked by the cabinet members. Tubbo is probably gonna feel like everyone has betrayed them, much like Wilbur did.

Tubbo and Tommy are parallels to Wilbur.

In conclusion, Tubbo and Tommy, like everyone else, are incredibly in-depth characters. Neither of them are the villain, they’re kids with a metric fuck ton problems, their own and others, to deal with.

I thought the same thing! Amazing call back to where it began

Yuri on Ice was one of the first fandoms I ever got into, like among the first 5. This feels absolutely wild, after years of radio silence he’s home.

Glad y’all understood what I was going on about because I just realized part of this is missing. Am I going to fix it? No, it’s much funnier this way.

I was thinking about the Mechanisms and I came to a startling discovery.

Every time the Toy Soldier gets thrown out of the airlock it just reappears a few moments later.

The Toy Soldier has the power stance of ‘mom said it’s my turn on the Xbox’ with the energy of ‘mom I threw up’

On the Eve of Lightfall, here we go guardians!

So, my fireteam was joking around in the voice chat tonight, and someone brought up the concept of The Night Before Christmas, but as The Night Before Lightfall. I kept chewing on the idea as we were doing our activities this evening, and so the following poem was born:

The Night Before Lightfall

'Twas the night before Lightfall and all through the Tower,

The Guardians awaited a big shift in Power,

Their armor was hung up by Ada with care,

And knowledge the Black Fleet quite soon would be there.

The Ghosts were all nestled so snug with their Risen,

In hopes that the Traveler would survive this new schism.

And Zavala in his armor and Shaxx with his horn,

With Rasputin gone, we all are forlorn.

When far out in space there arose such a clatter,

The Vanguard assembled to see what was the matter.

Away to the hangar we dashed with all haste,

As fast as we could, there was no time to waste.

The moon with its Hauntings still fills us with dread,

With The Witness approaching, we can’t get ahead,

When what to our wondering eyes should appear,

But Osiris’s visions to keep us from fear.

With a brand new location, so neon and new,

We knew in an instant it was not all through.

And it sparked and glowed and was all filled with Strand,

And a safe place (for the moment) for us to land.

On Hunters! On Warlocks! On Titans so strong!

With Void! And with Solar! Arc, Stasis along!

To the top of the building! And to The Arcade!

With little Strand buddies the Warlocks have made!

As starlight before the nova ignites,

The Guardians readied for their respective fights.

So to the far reaches of space they flew out,

With their ships full of weapons, and hearts oh so stout.

And then in a twinkling a new class appeared,

All lovely and green and full of ads cleared.

To travel the rooftops and swing thru the world,

And cute little Strand cats with whiskers all curled.

But out in the distance The Witness still waits,

With the Darkness and Pyramids- the Black Fleet that they’ve Shaped.

We all are in danger of Collapse 2.0,

And even The Traveler has nowhere to go.

We spring to our ships, our Fireteams ready,

Our armor enhanced and our trigger fingers steady.

And so we all say, in the face of this threat,

“Eyes up, Guardian. It’s not over yet.”