arm the spirit

illuminatingsceadugenga  asked:

What do you think a peridot dragon would be like?

Peridot dragons carry with them the fire of their volcanic origin. Sharp of temper and fiercely territorial, they can be found stalking orchards for trespassers and soaking up the morning sun. Peridot dragons have an affinity for donkeys whose hair they use to feather their dens, and whom they will occasionally claim as territory.

TF drunk headcanons:

Cyclonus smiles

Tailgate likes to arm wrestle everything and dance on tables

Whirl is willing to be arm wrestled. Also slips stronger spirits into others drinks “for free”

Rung will psychoanalyse l o u d l y also for free.

Skids thinks he’s the smoothest ball room dancer. No one, not even the furniture is safe from fancy foot work

Nautica had a REALLY LOUD LAUGH

Rodimus drinks too much too quickly professes his love to everybody, cries, throws up, disappears for half an hour and then reappears with no memory of the last 50 minutes and another drink in his hand

Drift is the one who looks after Rodimus. The designated driver

Ratchet is a miserable fart, doesn’t dance spends the whole night at the bar complaining that he’s too old for this shit.

Megatron a classy drunk, never hungover.

Minimus Ambus has memorised perfectly one dance routine, repeats over and over.

the only cool thing about having a wonky arm is that i can pretend i’m prince ashitaka and that the true solution to my problem is to go into exile on a road trip and romance the adopted daughter of an ancient forest god

Fierce-hearted Ares, crafty master of battle,
lord of war, spirit of war, leader of men,
inspirer of deeds, stormer of stone-walled cities,
with mighty arm you brandish the spear, you shake the shield.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Ares, destroyer of men, fearsome one who stalks
the battlefield, who holds the ruddy standard of war;
insatiate you are of battle and of blood.
In your name do men do what is base, what is needful.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Stalwart Ares, strong of heart and firm of will,
stout of arm and great of spirit, your mettle
undoubted, your vigor unequaled. Of nerve
and of courage you know much, O god who endures.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Ares who stands between the weak and the strong,
who stands before the gates, tirelessly, endlessly,
defender of cities, protector of homes,
Ares who holds off the hordes of chaos, kind one,
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Brave Ares, granter of strength to the weak, courage
to the meek, voice to the silent, will to the timid,
hope and raw grit to those whose cause seems lost. Ares,
who knows the worth of those whose back is to the wall,
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

—  “Litany to Ares”
Taken from GreekPagan.com