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finally, after 3000 years, both of Lyri’s sisters have proper refs

#these horns are so cool what the fuck #anD THE FLUFFY TAIl

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remember when everyone had a bugsona? that was nice. we should go back to that.

#THATS SO FUCKING CUTE!!!!! #I LOVE THE CLOTHES ADJUSTMENTS!!! #WWWAWAWA

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#THATS THERESIA #huge fucking mountain of a woman w big muscles #but isnt even human so she has supernatural strength #not that last comment tho #this is an aro household

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A Wish

Tonight I was hit with the inspiration to finaly write a peice of flash fiction I had the idea for like two years ago.

Across the mountains, within the forest of the fae that no man leaves, there is a pond. A pond as black as night, and still a death. But, within that dark abys the Moon Queen dwells; the great fairy that shall grant the wish of any that would find her – for a price. And yet, no man has left that forest… So, the story is told.

The forest did not have a beginning, no dark line of trees that blotted out the sun, rather it crept up on you. A grassy plain faded into sparce woodland, trees encroaching on one another one by one… until the sky was gone below a canopy of oak.

The Queen first noticed the chill in the air as the darkness of the forest enveloped her, like a cold, unwanted kiss. She stroked the neck of her horse, taking comfort in its oblivious mind and soft brown hide.

Without the sun, she could neither navigate or gauge the passage of time, and so took to marking the directions of trees and their branches, so as to track her direction and remain straight on her path – lest she be lead from its centre and taken for her hubris effort.

Gnarled roots and trunks thicker than ten men standing abreast began to fill the young Queen’s path, and soon her great stead could go no further. Not knowing when she might return from her quest, she took what supplies she could carry, and sent the horse back towards the plains below the mountain – if not into the care of the fae.

For three days and three nights the young Queen walked onward, pausing only when the dark grew too deep; being sure to always mark and arrow into the soft earth to guide her way at light.

As the final drops of water fell onto her tongue from the large canteen, between the rustling in the branches above she heard the faint movement of water. She climbed over the ancient, stretching root that blocked her way, and spied a shallow pool weeping from the base of the tree. The water was clear, and filtered into the air through soft sand, thirst tugged at her throat. Yet the Queen knew better than to drink water from the forest of the fae. She dropped down from the root on the edge of the pool, she saw a narrow stream that snaked its way along the roots and seemed to be following her path. With a final look onto the glistening water, she swallowed down the spit in her throat and followed the glistening ribbon. Be it trick or sign, the water must lead somewhere, she thought.

The fourth night ebbed ever near, and soon the trickle of the stream, and the pebbles under her foot where the only guides to the Queen’s journey.

Her legs ached, her throat burned and belly twisted with hunger but on she went – for she had been through worse for less reward.

It was the glint of a star that caught her eye. Through a void in the black canopy above. Another. Then another. The great oaks grew less thick, their branches splaying open to the sky and their Moon. They seemed to part like soldiers, allowing her to enter the court of the Moon Queen.

Within the centre of the clearing, a dark pool lay. No reflection of the pale moon that hung in the sky above it, or the trees that reached up to meet the twinkling stars. Only the stream, slow as a dying breath, trickled into the water, with no wakes in its entrance.

The young Queen walked to the waters edge, calling out,

“I seek and audience with the Moon Queen. I am Queen of the kingdom across the mountains to the west.” She stepped back from the pond and waited.

As if a stone had fallen, unseen, a rippled moved from its centre, slow and rich like spilled wine. The ripples grew, crashing against one another as the water split and light as pale as moonlight shone fourth. From this light, a figure formed. A woman as tall as the great oaks that surrounded them and garbed in robes of starlight.

“You have done well, young Queen.” the Moon Queen’s voice flowed like nectar, “I have not been called upon for many years… but not for want of trying. I see all those who enter my kingdom.

“I thank you, great Moon Queen.” the young Queen said, kneeling in reverence.

“So, what is it you seek, little Queen.” the fairy asked, stepping from the pool to the bank, looming above the woman garbed in silver armour. The young Queen drew her gaze up and met the great fairy before her,

“I wish, for you to make me a king.”

A laugh broke shattered the silence of the night. “A King?” the fairy asked, “You are so fair, so strong, beloved by all, you could have pick of any man in the world… and yet you come to me seeking a man to marry?” She laughed again, turning as her pearlescent smile outshone the moon above.

“No.” The young Queen said, venom in her mouth, “I wish for you to make me, myself, I,” she thumped her chest, her gauntlet clanging against steal plated heart, “… a man.” The great fairy turned her gaze back down towards her, brows crossed but no malice upon her moon-shaped face.

“Why?” In one, elegant movement, the fairy Queen laid on the edge of her pond, and the young queen stood to face her question.

“I do not want to be a woman.”

“Why?” she asked again, “I see all that happens beyond this land, you are as strong, as brave, as smart as any man. You have proven your greatness as a warrior, as a leader, as a Queen time and time again.”

“I know this. I have spent my entire life chasing strength. Changing by force and will the thoughts of those around me, the opinions of my subjects and those beyond my land and rule. Proving myself, proving women, to be as strong and as worthy as men.”

“Then why do you seek to betray that truth you worked so hard to teach?”

“I betray no one but myself in denying my own truth.”

You betray your family, your subjects… every little girl who has ever looked up to you and known that she can be strong too.” The young Queen shook her head,

“Would that too not be betrayed if I took my life?”

“Do you think that threat will sway me?” the Moon Queen scoffed,

“I do not, as it is not a threat… it is an inevitability of my misery.” The Moon Queen grew quiet at this and looked up toward her second face.

“You did well in reaching me, I shall grant you your wish, little Queen… But pray tell, what toll shall be paid. For I do not give my wished freely.”

“My throne, my kingdom, I renounce it to my sister.”

“Your sister?”

“Yes, I have taught her well. She is as fair, true and great as I… she will be a greater queen than I, no doubt or shame to cloud her mind. Does that settle your fear for the women and girls of my kingdom?” the young Queen asked, supressing her bile. The fairy nodded, slowly, and reached out to brush her finger, as long and wide as a man’s leg, across the young Queen’s face, and said in that voice like nectar,

“I grant you this wish, little King.”

It is said no man has left the forest of the Moon Queen… no man but one, so the story told.

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Where's the way to your heart?

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Gotta love how everything aspecs do is misinterpreted as ill-intentioned. How romance repulsion is seen as repulsion to specifically gay romance i.e. homophobia. How aros talking about the overemphasis on romance over friendship in fandom is seen as an attack on gay ships, how aros saying "it doesn't have to be romantic" is conflated with homophobes saying "it doesn't have to be gay". How aces complaining about unnecessary sex scenes in media is equated to censorship. How aspecs talking about allos or even using the word "allo" is treated as an evil conspiracy to "lump gay people with their oppressors" or whatever. Gotta love how no matter what we say no one will listen and people will find a way to vilify it.

#the real aro experience is getting fucking hate messages bc you said 'haha what if mr fingers in his ass was aro'

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Aroace culture is feeling both happy and sad because asexuality is being represented while aromanticism isn't much acknowledged.

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When I say I'm aroace I am mentally drawing aggressive circles around the aro part to emphasize it

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turning up the music in my car so I don't have to listen to the weird sound that it's making

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Platonic Solids and its nets.

#i hate this but mostly because i hate smoothing #fuck smoothing it keeps crashing maya

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I got curious and made this. Which do you see when you read? 

#despite being an artist i have very bad imagination #usually when reading a book on average I don't visualise #and for the very rare time where i do have sudden inspiration its more like 3 #and when i have visuals to go along w someting (idk fanfic of a tv show) then i am 2

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just a heads up: you’re allowed to headcanon hot characters as aroace! just because a character is conventionally attractive, or you or anyone else has a crush on them, doesn’t mean it’s necessary for them to be romantically available to anyone. aroaces in fiction, just like in real life, can come in all shapes, sizes, and personality! you don’t have to reserve your aroace headcanons only for characters who are considered less “desirable”!

-sincerely, a hot aroace who gets hit on and complimented all the time and is still very much uninterested

#i think you are putting too much faith into shipping obsessed allos op #any character thats vaguely attractive or interesting WILL be shipped bc not having romance is BORING of course /s

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séance

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More environment practice with my dragons. 

Bering, soaring above the coastline with his strings of memorial chimes.

Reinhold, leading the way through a summer forest with lightning bugs.

#WOAH SO PRETTY

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Fantasy binder.

#wish this was real

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containment procedure: sfw sasuke (x4)