DragonFury4250

Just some random.

[nitashinori]

That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science

Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?

[dragonfury4250]

Merica' Also my first anime was either Fairytail or Inuyasha.

[soberscientistlife]

[doctorslippery]

Not knowing that you have a villain inside you, a hero, and a bystander is a lesson that everyone should learn.

[fullyfunctionalminiaturebeehive]

What is the quote from Jingo, by Sir Terry Pratchett, to the effect of "when someone does something terrible, we want it to be one of Them, because if it isn't Them, then it is Us?"

[fierceawakening]

This absolutely. I don't love villains because I approve of their actions. I love villains because on occasion the honest answer to "don't you just want to go ape shitt" is yes.

[dragonfury4250]

I forgot I wrote this. Here's a screenshot of what happens in my notes app when the world has been too quiet for too long.

[dragonfury4250]

Bro, I just got here and staff is be doin' the weird progressiveness-thing...?

I-

Got here cuz I was convinced to be here by the mini-fics about Aaravos (bc let's be honest, im starved for content about him) and youtube videos by PM Seymour.

And what's this I'm hearin' about data mining?

Dafuq? Isn't that a bad thing?

I'm so in the dark cuz I literally live under a boulder in this place called the internet.

I basically read nothing but manhwa/manhua/webtoons most of the time.

I don't even really know what data mining is?

Also I worked pretty hard for those italics, had to fight with the selection pop-up to press the other selection pop-up lol. Cuz of course I use tumblr in my browser on mobile cuz ain't nobody got time for app downloadin'.

Anyways, im just screamin' into the void (well more like quietly whispering so that nobody hears me) because I know for a fact nobody cares about anybodies opinions here (usually) and people don't start fights just for the ✨️ d r a m a ✨️

[dragonfury4250]

heh

so I just kinda came over to this cozy place one day and I only just recently figured out how to naturally stumble upon things I like. Posted by others.

I kinda feel like I'm doing this whole tumblr thing wrong?

I'm just gonna post whatever and hope it sticks lol.

[nitrosplicer]

Fully losing it at this facebook screenshot. 22 inches of green and 1.5 of carrot.

[dragonfury4250]

Truly more stick than carrot lol.

[pasteboard]

hey netizens! i'm not sure how many people are aware, but youtube's been slowly rolling out a new anti-adblock policy that can't be bypassed with the usual software like uBlock Origin and Pi-Hole out of the gate

BUT, if you're a uBlock Origin user (or use an adblocker with a similar cosmetics modifier), you can add these commands in the uBlock dashboard (under My Filters) to get rid of it!

youtube.com##+js(set, yt.config_.openPopupConfig.supportedPopups.adBlockMessageViewModel, false) youtube.com##+js(set, Object.prototype.adBlocksFound, 0) youtube.com##+js(set, ytplayer.config.args.raw_player_response.adPlacements, []) youtube.com##+js(set, Object.prototype.hasAllowedInstreamAd, true)

reblog to help keep the internet less annoying and to tell corporations that try shit like this to go fuck themselves <3

[thrandilf]

Aaravos has such a magnitude of supernatural mental fortitude like he hasn’t had contact with ANYONE for 300 years

and then Viren shows up and he’s gotta play the mysterious sexy enigma who has secrets and power to offer but mentally by that point I’d see Viren and be like “HHH HHH ENRICHMENT FOR MY ENCLOSURE” and long distance possess him to feel what having pinkies is like

[caats]

♡♡ Aww look at this kitty ♡♡

[dragonfury4250]

OMG I ALMOST DIED ON THE SPOT, SO CUUUTEEEEE!

[dragonsisterofthemanyfandoms]

I think we as a society aren't paying attention enough to exactly how FUCKING TOUCH-STARVED Aaravos must be. That man hasn't been touched in over 300 years, probably more. If you hugged him he'd probably melt. Where are all my clingy!Aaravos fics? Huh? He should be constantly trying to either touch or manipulate his partner into touching him in some way. Pulling every trick he knows just to get some cuddles. Or just straight up demanding it because he's the boss or whatever makes it seem more in character. Give me an incredibly touch-starved Aaravos who cannot get enough physical affection after some poor fool gives it to him a singular time! Make him desperate after so many years being lonely in solitary confinement for high crimes and misdemeanors!

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[obsession-beats-desolation]

(x)

[aacceyo647]

Aaravos as the Goblin King

[dragonfury4250]

Had no idea that I needed this in my life, but here I am.

[dragonfury4250]

Neurodivergent Things

You ever just get handed something to have for yourself. Then, you realize that you have nowhere to put said item, so you just get stuck in a verbal loop trying to figure out how to get a place to put said object without feeling like a hoarder.

Context:

I got handed a box of things and they took the box so now I just have things. I kept pacing with the things in my hands. I was mumbling to myself about how I only have boxes that are full and loose things are bad. I eventually got handed a lidless shoebox to put said things in, but now my feet hurt because of the pacing.

I'm an adult...

I got mentally bamboozled because I didn't have a box to put loose markers into...

I should probably refrain from having children, lest I curse them with this as well.

Heh... yeah.

[amalthea-fictions]

Hi!

Can I request something fluffy for Aaravos with an elf reader, who really likes to sing and dance and just wery artsy? Maybe they are trapped togedher or something.

If you don't want to write this, that okay too. Have a nice day!

I LOVE THIS! I'm sorry I took a while to do it, but I wanted to do Aaravos justice ✨ (He's so ELOQUENT it makes him hard to write). I hope you like how it came out!!

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Curious.  

That’s how it begins: he finds you a curious creature. When the silence of the library is disturbed by humming, he glances up from his book. His eyes find you tip toeing across the room, hands brushing the shelves as if they were your ballet bar, entranced in some secret dance that stole you far away from the world.

He would quirk his eyebrow at the curiosity, but return back to his reading, undisturbed. 

Amusing.

The more he observes your idiosyncrasies, the more they begin to worm their way into his heart. He begins to expect the way you dance around the kitchen as you make breakfast, your toes just slightly touching the soft ground and prancing onto the next counter where you have your ingredients for baking. He comes to recognize the songs you hum, and the times you would invent new ones to your repertoire. And the days you pull out your paints and canvas and sit for hours by the skylight window, he would allow himself to simply observe your process: the way your hand guides the brush as if gliding across ice is, perhaps, its own sort of magic. And maybe, just maybe, his lips curl upward fondly at the thought.

Endearing.

As the days pass by, you find new creative and artistic ways to keep yourself occupied. Aaravos helped you pull all of his books on music and theory from his collection, which you’ve used to teach yourself how to play the lyre sitting otherwise alone on the shelf.

He again allows himself to watch your process as you learn– but, more and more, he begins noticing the softness of your fingers. The tenderness with which you treat the instrument, the gentle ministrations of your hands. 

One day, as you sit hunched over the instrument, your hair falls in front of your face. With a small chuckle, Aaravos magicks it back behind your ear for you. Surprised, you glance to him across the room, and find him smiling back, eyes soft. 

Enchanting. 

One dusk, he finds you backlit against the light of the setting sun, staring at your canvas. Paints line the floor, but your brush does not move. Rather, your chin rests in your hand.

“Painting, are we?” He asks.

You don’t look up from the canvas, biting your lip. “More like trying,” you sigh. “I can’t seem to get this one right…”

Aaravos circles around you, glancing at your work over your shoulder. “What are you attempting to capture?”

You shake your head. “It’s… a little embarrassing. But, instead of a traditional painting, I wanted to try and make an abstract. I’m trying to capture the feeling of dreaming on canvas. I just… it’s still missing something, but I can’t figure out what.”

Aaravos tilts his head thoughtfully at the assortment of deep blues and purples that line your page. Then, he motions to the empty half of your painting bench, the silk fabrics of his robe glossing against your shoulder as he does so. 

“May I?”

You nod, and he sits down with you. He’s close– his shoulder is pressed against yours, and you feel warmth from his entire body. 

He contemplates the composition for a moment, then smiles. “I believe I may help. If I may?” 

He reaches for your brush, and you move to hand it to him. But rather than take it, he gently clasps his hands around yours. You feel your cheeks grow hot.

He whispers the words of a spell, and guides your hand across the canvas. As the brush moves, it brings with it a swath of light and color to the page– as if the aurora borealis itself has illuminated the essence of your painting.

Your eyes grow wide at the sight, the dancing colors reflecting across your irises.

Aaravos smiles, admiring the beauty of not simply the painting. 

Captivating.

He comes to enjoy your company more than his studies alone. Craves the sound of your laugh, resonating from deep within your throat. Adores the slight curve at the edge of your lips that reveals when you are about to break into a full smile. He helps you in your kitchen dance now, sometimes holding his hands gently above your waist to steady you in your spins or curtseys. His hands are soft and warm, and he always meets your gaze with soft and gentle eyes.

Except– your perceptions of time differ. This imprisonment is but a blip in the totality of his existence; for you, it is growing more and more arduous. And as his heart grows fonder and fonder of you, so is it more and more pained to watch a beautiful bird remain caged.

One night, he awakens and realizes you are not in the sleeping quarters. He finds you in the middle of the floor of the library, your hands wrapped around your knees, your chin tucked to your chest.

“Little star?” He calls to you. “Are you alright?”

You do not answer, for when you try to breathe, your lungs betray you and you hiccup for air.

He frowns and sinks to your eye level, watching as you frustratedly swipe at the tears on your face. 

“Tell me,” he says softly, reaching forward to catch the tears with the pad of his thumb. His hand is warm on your clammy skin. “What is wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle, using your hand to wipe at the tears on your opposite cheek. “I… I know you’re trying your best to get us out of here. But… I suppose I’ve had too much time to myself to think.”

“Ah,” he says, and begins brushing your hair from your eyes. “I understand all too well the dangers of being let alone to the machinations of one’s own mind.” 

You nod, and he allows a comfortable silence to fall between you before probing more. “Please, little star. Would you share your burdens with me?”

You inhale a shaky breath and nod, bringing one hand up to his, still on your face. He is tall, and his hand engulfs your own small ones. The presence is warm and comforting. 

“I began to wonder…” you begin, steadying your breath through tears. “I started to think about what I would do, once we are out of here. And I realized– I don’t think I truly have a place in this world. What value can I contribute outside of these walls?”

Aaravos frowns as you keep going, the words spilling out now.

“No one ever supported my hobbies the way you do. The world has no place for an artist, or a dancer, or a musician. What good is an artist to a world of practicians? Where do I even belong?”

You hiccup again, and his thumb strokes your face. His touch is tender. 

“Is that truly what you think of yourself?” 

You cast your eyes down and nod. 

For a moment, the silence of the library is suffocating. But then Aaravos clucks his tongue and chuckles. You look up, shocked. He’s– he’s laughing at you?

No. His eyes are sparkling at you. 

“Perhaps,” he says with a gentle smile, “I can put it into perspective for you.” 

Then, with a swish of his hand, the library radiates to life.

He’s projected the stars of the night sky –no, the entire galaxy– into the air. You gasp as solar systems twinkling planets spin around you. You hold your hand up to one of the stars, and feel your expression lighten in spite of the tears on your cheeks when you brush a dancing star off its path, sending it twirling in another direction.

“Now,” Aaravos asks. “Which of these is the most important?” 

You furrow your brow. In the time you’ve been here, you’ve come to know how Aaravos loves his riddles and trick questions. So the answer comes easily to you.

“None? They are all equally important?”

He smiles a sly grin, the expression that reveals he knows something you don’t, that the riddle answer is not what it seems.

“Not quite,” he says. “Consider: what would all the stars in the galaxy be, without the spaces between them?”

You are silent as you contemplate the thought. 

He watches the gears in your mind turn, satisfied. He leans close to you, his nose practically brushing yours. You can see the stars dance in the reflection of his eyes.

“If all the people in this world are stars, you are as vast and pure as the spaces between them. Without people like you, the galaxy would be meaningless.”

You swallow, and feel his breath hot on your face. 

“It is your creativity, your personality– the radiance of your very soul that allows the other stars to simply exist. Although not traditionally acknowledged as important, or beautiful… it is the spaces between the stars that I find most wondrous. Most–

Enrapturing.”

[dragonfury4250]

Doodle Page!

[dragonfury4250]

Beloved Eagle Statue

I repainted my dads beloved eagle statue, had it so long I can't remember it ever not being there.

Unfortunately, I forgot to take the before photo.

It was severely sunbleached and I had to carve the feathers to look uniform due to a issue with the mold seam.

I am in pain…

[dragonfury4250]

I Did More!

I colored it in and with chalk pastels!