𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦!

[drakecursed]

STARTING OFF. hi! it's neon, here with a fandomless / dnd oc. you may recognize this kid from an older blog (now deactivated) of the same url. i am bringing gale back to tumblr simply to have this platform as a secondary option to discord, for those who prefer writing on the dashboard to writing in dms.

GROUND THINGS TO GET US STARTED:

i am private / selective / mutuals only, which means i only interact with those whom i follow and follow me back, and vice versa. please do not pressure me to interact with you if we are not mutuals. i generally don't appreciate it. non-mutuals are allowed to send me and my muse questions in regards to character development and headcanons!

this blog is free of any sexual / suggestive nsfw and i will be keeping it that way. my muse is a minor and i will not be aging him up. nor is smut or anything of the like my cup of tea, regardless of muse.

for my own personal comfort i am also keeping anon off on this particular muse! maybe on a rare occasion i will allow small windows of time where i have anon on, but that is ultimately up to me.

i am comfortable exploring darker topics, such as violence, trauma, etc. in this instance, my muse and his current predicament takes inspiration from various folktales and media, a la beauty and the beast, the chronicles of narnia, aesop fables, etc. the curse inflicted on him is not meant to be permanent, but will remain so long as gale does not learn to improve his selfish character.

hi, i'm neon! i'm 28, she/they, autistic and a fond thalassophile! i am also at the url @rathalascendant. for a more in depth look at my rules and content, see either of those for now!

GALE DAEDRIC:

AGE: 12 SPECIES: Human (Turned Dragon) GENDER: Cis Male

A young human boy from a noble family, Gale Augustus Daedric took pride in his family's wealth and success as well as his title as the future Lord of his household. As an esteemed and prodigious young wizard, he was arrogant, snide and in danger of following in his father's cruel footsteps. However, everything turned on its head when, in his hubris, Gale challenged a vagrant to a Magic Duel and lost. As penance for his arrogance, he was cursed to assume the form of a small, scaly beast and forced to walk as a dragon. Deemed unrecognizeable to his family, he was mistaken for an animal and cast out of the Daedric home.

Alone and left to roam the streets, desperate to survive, Gale has since strived to find a way to break his curse and return to his human form. What he doesn't realize is that his goal is both easier and harder than it seems, if he only just learned the folly of his ways . . .

NAVIGATION.

CARRD (GUIDELINES, VERSES, IN-DEPTH BIO.)

INTEREST TRACKER (WIP)

PERMANENT STARTER CALL (WIP)

HEADCANONS TAG

[porpomuses-moved-deactivated202]

A WAVE OF INSPIRATION! An independent, dash-only, private multimuse featuring original characters and canon muses from Disney, Dreamworks, Pokemon, LAIKA, and more! Penned by NEON! Est. Oct. 2024. | CARRD

[porpomuses-moved-deactivated202]

HELLO FRIENDS! BRAND NEW MULTIMUSE IN THE WORKS BY YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD PORPOISE, NEON! Featuring muses from Pokemon, Dreamworks, Disney/Jetix, and many more to come! Please share this post if you are interested and I will check you out!!

[drakecursed]

so i'm mostly likely gonna be moving gale to a multimuse . . .

[drakecursed]

"PATHETIC."

[drakecursed]

starter call for the mornin too, my muse for him's startin to wake up!

[rathalascendant-a]

O' SACRED STAR, LIGHT OUR WAY! An independent, selective, & private roleplay blog for a canon-adjacent protagonist original character from MONSTER HUNTER STORIES 2: WINGS OF RUIN. Penned lovingly by Neon. Est. July 2021. | CARRD. | PINNED POST.

[drachliebe]

... ich wehr mich noch , und spüre doch . die leere frisst mich auf ... ♪♪

it was a lovely song . a lovely , sad song . the kind that made the old & knowing yearrn & the fearless youth be still . maybe the voice of a young princess would seem contradictory to the aching melody , & yet , there's a soothing knowingness in the way lilli's soft , low tones rock like a cradle .

♪ ich wüsste gerne , wer ich bin . von welcher art und wessen kind ...

lilli would spare a glance to the coil of white just on the outskirts of their fire . capricious as the little beast tried to be , the loneliness ran through him . but lilli did not disturb it . maybe it was for the sake of his pride .

mir dämmert nicht , das kleinste licht . hilf mir , ich will nach haus ... ♪♪

[drakecursed]

IT REMINDS HIM OF HIS MOTHER'S SONGS. Always working, yet always so sound in her work. Always soothing him, and no matter how many times he claimed otherwise, he'd never quite outgrown them.

In a time of tribulation such as this one, he wishes to hear them once more.

It'd be another five minutes before he so much as twitched, yet to him the time inbetween felt like a millennia because of the cold. Another shiver runs through his little body, those long, helpless wings hugging tighter to his shoulders. He at least has that much down. Then, quietly, he gets up, and slowly starts inching towards the fire.

He'd hesitate, and lay down. Then get up, walk a few steps, hesitate and lay down again. The cycle continued as if he were in the throes of a moral dilemma . . . as if his own pride was at stake for something as simple as having a chance to sleep through the night. Ultimately, Gale comes within a foot of the flames, but does not say a word.

He curls up again, letting the fire warm his back while also attempting to save face. As if he didn't want to admit he craved said warmth. And the way his ears were turned, he didn't seem upset, or even mildly annoyed by the song . . . he was listening to it.

He might have been as proud as a dragon, but he was still just a boy, lost somewhere in that cursed frame.

[drakecursed]

  "EXCUSE YOU, I'M TOTALLY IRRESPONSI—Responsible."

[drakecursed]

AFTER PRIDE COMES HUMILITY. an independent, dash-only, private & selective blog for a fandomless / dnd oc. re-established nov 2023. on permanent low-activity. penned by neon. | CARRD. - PINNED POST.

[roleplayers-ink]

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[drakecursed]

HE HEARS A LOVELY SONG, something akin to a lullaby. Gale shivers in his hide, and coils into a tighter ball to keep warm.

[airxn]

" ...𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. " Puts a paw on the welp's face.

[drakecursed]

"Y'GOT A BUG ON YOUR NOSE."

[drakecursed]

BAP. BAPBAPBAPBAPBAPBAPBAP—

[drakecursed]

[drakecursed]

  "UUUUUGH . . ." He is so full from eating that entire cake . . .

[drakecursed]

  @fledermaus-mainblog sent: 🎁 Of course Gale needs a gift too! Gale gets a nice big holiday cake all to himself!

THE GROGGY DRAGONET WAKES FROM HIS VERY LONG and comfortable nap to the pleasant of something sweet set on the table nearby. He wasn't a morning person, and it's hard to imagine that he could be even more clumsy than he already was in this body. "Bwah," he grunts as one paw slips to step down from the soft armchair, only for his entire body to tumble forwards across the floor.

Soon he shakes it off, and nubby ears poke above the tabletop before the rest of his head slowly follows with it, peering at the delectable cake. He heaves himself up onto the table; wings fluttering, and goes to inspect the note left beside it.

'FOR GALE DAEDRIC. Happy Holidays!'

"ALL RIGHT!" He says in a squeaky, chipper voice, as he inspects the cake closely. Where does he start? Oh, should he be trying to find a fork? Where were the forks?

Fork. Fork, fork, fork, fork. He leaps off of the table and starts searching here and there for a fork. Every drawer, every cabinet he can manage to open. But the kitchen is (amazingly) devoid of any useful silverware. Eventually, he looks at the cake. Sitting there, tantalizing him with its icy goodness. His nose wiggles.

He climbs back unto the table, stares long and hard, and finally shrugs. "Oh, what the heck." And he starts digging into the cake with his little paws!