I’ve Had A Big Brain Moment:

The has been stuck in my head for DAYS, yall need to suffer with me.

Imagine, a De Riva Rook and Viago, siblings, be it by blood or by covenant. Both dealing with hurt, resentment, and a desperate longing to be side by side again. Though Viago would rather die than admit it, he adores the little fledgling he took in, would gladly kill and die for them. But after they accidentally ruined a larger Crow scheme, he had to send them away. He’s angry, at them, at himself, this could get them killed, he taught them better than this. On the flip side there’s Rook, certain they did the right thing but now shunned by the Crows, by the very man they looked up to.

Imagine them not getting a chance to reconcile, as Rook binds themselves to Fade to keep it stable and stop Solas.

Imagine Viago, blaming himself, how could he have forced them away? Especially when they needed him the most. He feels guilty for grieving, he hurt them, what right does he have to mourn? On top of that he’s angry, at himself, at the other Crows. It’s infuriating to see the other Crows mourn and try to honor Rook, when they were previously the ones shunning Rook.

Sorry bout that lads, I’ve had that one line from You’re Gonna Go Far by Noah Kahan stuck in my head. “We ain’t angry at you love, you’re the greatest thing we lost.”

Safe!

check your fate!

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Oak-brown feathers ruffled against the cold breeze.

“Awful day for a stakeout.” The barn owl grumbled. “Sun’s glaring and the wind is freezin’.”

“Precisely why it’s a good time for a stakeout, no one expects to see anything out here.” The snowy owl responded, stepping down from his perch on a higher branch. “Just another hour.”

“Thank Glaux.” The barn owl sighed, hopping up on to the branch.

The forest valley was vast and the two owls had a perfect view of it. More specifically, a hollow nestled in the underside of an outcropping. Supposedly a small group of Pure Ones had been entering here. Nothing of note-

“Looks like we’ll get to see some action after all, Price.” The barn owl said as two owls flew into view, chests and wings painted red.

“Stick close, Firebrand.” Price said, checking his silver battle-claws.

(All I feel confident enough to post right now)

Above image is a pride flag with every color band represented by a NASA image. White is Earth clouds, pink is aurora, blue is the Sun in a specific wavelength, brown is Jupiter clouds, black is the Hubble deep field, red is the top of sprites, orange is a Mars crater, yellow is the surface of Io, green is a lake with algae, blue is Neptune, and purple is the Crab Nebula in a specific wavelength.

Here’s day 10, Spirals! I wanted to go off with his wacky psychedelic design but I was too scared to go all out, but I’m happy with how he turned out.

So about that new Critical Role episode-

shout out to everyone who participated in the january-february mass depressive episode

spin the wheel for a genre!

Cause I need to ramble about this:

I have two dragon types. One is like the GOT dragons, big, multi-colored fire, and no front legs. But my other dragon type is a wings of fire hybrid, an ice/rain/night.

But my other types are earth animals. A white furred timber wolf, a snow leopard, and a melanistic barn owl.

My brain keeps getting confused on where my wings are and if they have feathers or not. It keeps getting confused on whether I should have fur or scales.

I feel my horns, both a crown of horns, a pair of simple wavy horns, and strong Jacob’s Sheep-like horns.

My final type is a ghoul, a nameless ghoul from Ghost. I feel the wings, the ram horns, the tail, the claws and teeth.

Oh, how I wish I was a shapeshifter

Reblog if you didn’t write My Immortal

We’re going to find the author by process of elimination.