magic is real, folks

au where vayne lives and doesn’t turn into iron mothra and i like, give him a hug or something

tumblr let my posts show up in the tags challenge

wow two posts in one day but i might start rewriting bloodstone and post it here if you guys like 92+ pages of poetry about some random kid with a sword and a bird having a personal grudge against their awful king (who might be like. a giant wolf-dragon thing in human’s skin) (or something)

i forgot that notn was happening and i need that eagle-lookin apparel for one of my dragons. . .

i love meeting animals that literally have no idea what they’re doing. none at all. they never kept the atlas grams gave ‘em and they’ve got their four-ways on on the side of the interstate. i’m just like ‘me too pal. tell me about it’. there’s a certain type of whimsical camaraderie that comes out of that.