Yeah for anyone that’s wondering, it’s probably one of these “wars” that just had one side declare war and just forgot about it for centuries.
Ah yes, one of those wars.
The kind that you just forget.
This one seems actually seems historically dubious, but I dimly remember learning of a similarly long war over a stolen bucket that also had no one showed up for; probably due to too many people having self respect.
If Fallout is a setting in which radiation can turn things into monsters, though, wouldn’t a lot of monsters have existed well before the big apocalyptic bombings? Just from previous nuclear tests and power plants and waste dumping?
a concept… teacup dragon. very tiny. entirely useless. cannot dragon at all. it doesn’t even breathe fire. it just hiccups candy scented smoke.
also miniature dragons. functionally different than teacup dragons. they are small, but not smol like teacups. and they can function as dragons. they breathe fire and all. they are only slightly more domesticated… like cats that can set shit on fire. whereas teacup dragons are just… fucking shitty ass dragons that honestly make you sad to even look at them.
Those miniature dragons exist in folklore – sometimes they’re called Puuks!
holy fuck
There’s also a similar dragon called the Aitvaras, which has a tail that’s on fire sorta like Charmander. Both Puuks and Aitvaras can turn into cats and/or roosters in some stories, and will give gold to the humans whose houses they squat in (though sometimes the gold is stolen from someone else).
a concept… teacup dragon. very tiny. entirely useless. cannot dragon at all. it doesn’t even breathe fire. it just hiccups candy scented smoke.
also miniature dragons. functionally different than teacup dragons. they are small, but not smol like teacups. and they can function as dragons. they breathe fire and all. they are only slightly more domesticated… like cats that can set shit on fire. whereas teacup dragons are just… fucking shitty ass dragons that honestly make you sad to even look at them.
Those miniature dragons exist in folklore – sometimes they’re called Puuks!
holy fuck
There’s also a similar dragon called the Aitvaras, which has a tail that’s on fire sorta like Charmander. Both Puuks and Aitvaras can turn into cats and/or roosters in some stories, and will give gold to the humans whose houses they squat in (though sometimes the gold is stolen from someone else).
Or, i tie a bunch of stuff together bc i like to feel pain sometimes even and especially when the thing causing me pain almost certainly isn’t canon, yay!
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Point One – Exploring Shadow Weaver’s room as kids
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Catra is curious
Running around, getting a good look at the Black Garnet, poking at it. This room is fascinating to her and even after getting zapped by the Garnet she just stands there sucking on the finger, doesn’t hunch down or look particularly worried
The one who says that maybe they should leave? Is stammering as she says it?
Someone mentioned a theory like this to me the other day, and this is a really good breakdown of that theory. I really hope they’re gonna go somewhere with this.
People are really talking like this is it for tumblr but we won’t really know until we know and I’ll probably keep posting here as long as it’s physically possible.
But obviously my main content is my real website. I originally made this whole tumblr just to post its updates like an RSS feed.
I also post all of my finished Mortasheen artwork and a lot of other things to my patreon, publicly, but if you’re a patron you can see a big archive of bonus stuff already.
Already mentioned my twitter, which is currently another update feed for bogleech.com, but maybe I’ll start putting cooler stuff on it.
You probably don’t want to follow my facebook which only became a dumping ground for political stories that piss me off, but if you just want that means of communicating with me you can ask for it.
I still have a deviantart up, but stopped using it much when the site became overwhelmingly populated by angry people with nasty ass politics.
Monsters and Stuff 