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PoV Story: Snow is Falling
Tribe: Icewing
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Aromantic Heterosexual
Age: 14 (Arc 1), 17 (Arc 2), 18 (Arc 0), 20 (End)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
RPG Classes: Bard, Trickster, Berserker
Favorite Quote: “( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).”
Other Quotes:
- “I must say, it’s ice to finally meet you, your Majesty.”
- “Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just here to provide comedy relief.”
- “Aren’t I just a special little Snow-drake!”
- “What, too many heat puns for ya? Eh, you know what, you’re probably right. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to just chill out for a while.”
- “Simmer down, Hot-Stuff, I’m just messing with you. Try not to kill me just yet, alright?”
- “I guess you could say you’re Press’d for time!
Key Character Traits:
Humor, Nonchalance, Wit, Charisma, Smugness.
Phobia(s): Nyctophobia, Ophidiophobia (fear of snakes).
Close Relations:
- Flurry (his mother), Tidepool (His lil’ bro), Cocoa (His cranky sis), and Valley (His big sis/other-mother), Peril (a friendly(?) rival).
- Sorrauul (his enemy from birth), Darkstalker (a fellow Proxy).
- Slate (unknown), Precipice (unknown), Dusty (unknown).
Shipped With*: Nobody. (crackshipped with Peril and Burn)
Talons of Peace, Skywing Army, Jade Mountain Academy (Arc 2).
Mental Conditions:
Anxiety, PTSD.
Physical Description:
Primary scale color is dull white/very light blue. Under-scale color is a slightly lighter shade of blue. Wing membrane color is white with dark shades of blue along the edges. All of his scales have dark-blue blood stains along the edges as a result of his “backfiring” technique. The bases of his horns and spines also have blue stains. His eye color is an eerie combination of standard Icewing black with dark-blue cornea. Snow keeps his serrated claws and extra spikes blunted so he doesn’t accidentally harm his friends. He gets random nosebleeds from time to time.
He wears a silver ring on his left horn as a gift from his mother, who wears a matching ring on her right horn.
Physical effects of Snow’s “backfiring” technique*: His repeated use of backfiring has rendered him almost completely immune to physical pain. This comes with a few drawbacks, though; Snow has a particularly fragile physique as a result of his backfiring, so he can be easily wounded if he isn’t utilizing it. However, if he is utilizing it, he becomes a practically unstoppable force, with his scales being hardened profusely by frozen droplets of his own blood. Said blood droplets also harden into razor-sharp points if they push up from under Snow’s scales. Finally, once Snow has begun backfiring, his scales will radiate hypothermic temperatures which will inflict frostbite on most attackers upon contact.
Snow can also use his hypothermic scales to combat both firebreath and firescales, like Peril’s.
Members of his Talon group (two months before Arc 1):
Group Leader: Mire (Mudwing) (58)
Flurry (Icewing) (53)
Geyser (Skywing) (30)
Valley (Sandwing) (18)
Cocoa (Mudwing) (14)
Snow (Icewing) (14)
Tidepool (Seawing) (13)

Snowdrift’s egg was smuggled away from the Ice Kingdom by his mother, Flurry, who wanted to escape the War of Succession to join the Talons of Peace after her mate had been killed in battle.
She made it safely to a Talons outpost, and, after explaining her predicament, was welcomed to join the ranks. Flurry felt confident her egg, and the dragonet inside of it, would be save from now on. She was wrong.
By an inconceivable stroke of luck, Flurry’s egg harbored the first Icewing Animus in five thousand years. As wonderful as this should have been, it would turn out to be a horrible misfortune, for the unborn dragon held massive reserves of magic as a result. This made him a beacon for the malicious Sorrauul, who’s ethereal consciousness encircled the world in search for the strongest descendants of his daughter, Majirra.
Two years after the Brightest Night, mere days before hatching, a fragment of Sorrauul assaulted the Icewing dragonet’s mind in an attempt to murder it’s consciousness and inhabit it’s body. It was a brutal cycle that had occurred hundreds of times in the past; on the outside, the newborn Animus dragonet would appear to be having an endless mental breakdown from the moment it hatched. On the inside, however, it was locked in a mental struggle with a fragment of Sorrauul. The struggle could sometimes last up to a week after hatching, but in the end, the dark fragment would always wind up sending the dragnet into a permanent state of shock, leaving both their bodies and their magic in the fragment’s control.
The fragment’s struggle with the new Icewing dragonet, who had been named Snowdrift, started out no different than any other. Little Snow was traumatized, and tried desperately to shield his infantile brain from the suffocating darkness, but it just wasn’t enough. He could feel his body beginning to tense up, his mind was going blank. In a last-ditch attempt to save himself, Snowdrift called upon his freezing breath, an Icewing’s most deadly weapon. But instead of exhaling it out of his mouth, Snowdrift tried directing it inside of himself to attack the invading darkness.
By backfiring his frostbreath into himself, he was able to freeze his body from the inside out. Remarkably, the action didn’t kill Snow, but it did cause him a remarkable amount of pain. But the immense pain was enough to snap the baby dragon back to his senses, and the ice coating his insides stiffened and eventually numbed his body until he simply couldn’t feel himself anymore; it was just his mind and the fragment of Sorrauul’s.
Snowdrift remained in this frozen state for several days, and all the while, his mother was horrified at what had become of her dragonet. She had never seen or heard of an Icewing freezing themselves, so she had no clue what she could do for her son. The other Talon members in her sect feared for the worst, and they tried to offer her condolences, but it wasn’t enough for the distraught mother. She was convinced that, not only had she lost both her mate and her only son, but is was also all her fault, as well.
You can imagine everyone’s surprise when the baby Icewing awoke a few days later, sobbing, screaming and shaking like a leaf, but perfectly alive.
Snow had somehow managed to hold off against the dark fragment, which had caused it to weaken significantly. But unfortunately for Snow, that darkness wasn’t well and truly gone just yet. In order to regain some of it’s strength, it latched onto the part of Snow’s mind that was most exposed to it; his magical reserves. In doing so, it permanently put his magic on lockdown. Despite this, the darkness was incapable of actually using Snow’s magic without having full control of his body, but it also preventing Snow from being able to use his own magic either. It was probably for the better, to be brutally honest.
Snowdrift was none-the-wiser about his Animus qualities, and neither were the rest of the dragons he grew up with. To him, he was just a regular Icewing with a dark side so terrible that he had to take extreme measures to ensure that it never surfaced.

(I’m SO sorry if this is too much text. I’ve had a long time to develop this guy, and I didn’t want to leave any info out.)

(submitted by @tyfye49)

anonymous asked:

do you know what every member fav album/song is? and what are yours?

Oh fuck. Um. They aren’t too vocal on what there personal favorite songs/album is (If we are talking only Metallica here) Actually James and I share the same favorite album from the whole discovery which is Ride the Lightning (The album that got me into this whole mess)

But yeah I wouldn’t know for the rest of them!

My contribution to the humans are space orcs, it’s probably been seen before but oh well.

So, You guys know about pursuit/persistence hunting right? Where we just follow the prey without stopping until it slows down or drops dead from fear and exhaustion? 

What if when aliens first discover earth, the thoughts of these bipedal predatory omnivores are bad enough but we seem pretty obsessed with farming our food so maybe we aren’t much of a threat.

Once humans are zipping about in space, that’s when they realise that these harmless bipedal omnivorous farmers are actually hunters who just never give up.

If someone hurts their crew, they just follow it for days before killing it. These soft fleshy things are terrifying. These soft fleshy things may not be the strongest or fastest but we are some of the hardest damn things to kill because we just won’t die and if we survive we won’t stop until we get you

We farm things because we can and because it’s easy. Not because we have to in order to survive.

We farm things because we’re too busy fighting each other to hunt for everything.

We stake out areas, we mimic its noises, we stalk it, we put ourselves in danger to kill a food source for fun. 


—  A pair of starfighters. Jedi starfighters. Only two. Two is enough. (Matthew Stover)

Why is it against the law for a child to have sex, and yet anti-choicers want to force children to carry pregnancies? 

If children are not ready for sex (which they sure as hell are not) then they are most definitely not ready to carry a pregnancy. 

When it really comes to it, forced-birthers view not only grown pwu (people with uteruses) as incubators, but minor children as well. It’s dangerous and disgusting. 


Over excited monkey auditions for Project Runway. 

Dialogue Prompts for Things You Said When You're Drunk

1. "What time is it?“ "I dunno like four–” “No, its time for you to date me!”

2. “Babe I would still love you if you were an egg, I just thought you should know.” “…Okay…”

3. “You’re so pretty.” “That’s a tree.” “Oh…but still, it’s pretty.”

4. “Psst listen, if you ask me out, I might just say yes.” “We’ve been dating for three years.”

5. “Is that my s/o?” “No.” “Them?” “Nope.” “You? No wait you’re to good for me.”

6. “I wuv you so mu” “Oh my god are you drunk?”

7. “This place is like a castle!!” “It’s the bathroom.”

8. “Why is your face bleeding?” “I was fighting for your honor!”

9. “Let’s party!” “No we are going hoSTOP RUNNING, NO THAT’S A DRIVE THREW YOU IDIOT!”

10. “You’re so pretty, just don’t tell you that I told you, okay?”


What if we could risk
everything we have
and just let our walls cave in


If you’re sitting there and you’re thinking that you’ve been criticized for what you stand for, the way that you act, the way that you dress, the way that you look, the way that you feel, even if you were the opposite of what you are there would be people telling you that that was wrong too. So when you’re having people, whether its people who don’t know you who don’t deserve to judge you anyway, people online can be bullies because they are allowed to be anonymous, people who dislike you because they are jealous of you or threatened by the fact that you’re unique, any of those people, even people who love you criticize you sometimes, but just know if you’re happy with the way that your life is that is the only thing that matters, do not change it.

Baratheon, Cersei

10th Level (Noble 10)

The queen stood. “And what of my wrath, Lord Stark?” she asked softly. Her eyes searched his face. “You should have taken the realm for yourself. It was there for the taking… Such a sad mistake.”
“I have made more mistakes than you can possibly imagine,” Ned said, “but that was not one of them.”
“Oh but it was, my lord,” Cersei insisted. “When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.”
— Cersei Baratheon and Eddard Stark, A Game of Thrones

If there is one woman destined never to be a hearth-mate or homemaker, she is undoubtedly Cersei Lannister. The Lannister symbol is a lion and Cersei is undoubtedly a lioness, a golden-haired green-eyed feline among queens. Had she been born a whore, she would have been an empress of brothels. She was born noble, however, the first of two bright blond glittering twins fathered by Tywin Lannister and his beloved wife, Joanna. Little brother Jaime came out clutching his sister’s heel, and has been clutching other bits of her ever since.

Jaime would one day become a knight, wild and reckless of reputation. Had she been born male, Cersei would have out-Jaimed Jaime. She lacks no bravery when it comes to conflict, and would happily have slit half a dozen Targaryen throats to sit unchallenged on the Iron Throne. Unlike her brother, it would never have occurred to her to get off it. Unfortunately for Cersei, she was born female, and her path to conquest was never going to be that straightforward.

Cersei is the eldest of the Lannister children. As a male, she would be the heir to Casterly Rock, irrespective of looks, abilities, or any other factors. Because of her sex, however, she finds herself third in the line of succession. Anything she has must be given to her by her father or earned between Robert Baratheon’s bed sheets. It is not a situation designed to breed self-esteem. Kept back because of her sex and because there is room for only one Tywin-shaped ego in the family, it could be no surprise that this volatile, passionate woman’s nature would warp a little.

Under such circumstances, it might be thought that a woman like Cersei Lannister would become a Dacey Mormont or even a Mirri Maz Duur, finding power through arms or the occult. That, however, would not be Cersei’s way. She may crave self-determination, but in the end Cersei accepts the world into which she is born.

Cersei has taken on her culture’s distaste for women, so she both despises and treasures her own femininity. She has to work very hard for the gifts of command and influence given so easily to men of her station. As a result, she has no time for hapless females. At best, she will sneer at them; at worst, she will use them without a shred of pity. The world is harsh to women; to her mind, the sooner they learn how to use the rules to their own advantage, the better. If Cersei gave it a second thought, she might even argue that she does her own sex a favour by teaching them the lessons she had to learn by herself.

Cersei did indeed have difficult lessons to learn. When dealing with Lannisters, all roads lead to Casterly Rock, and the pervasive influence of Tywin. They pride themselves on a tradition of intelligence inherited from their famous ancestor, Lann the trickster. They use every resource they have to get what they want. They are abundant in wits, in wealth and in comeliness.

Like all the Lannister family — with the notable exception of Tyrion — Cersei is lovely to look upon. This alone makes her a treasure. The Lannisters understand the importance of appearances only too well. In a world where a woman’s worth is judged by her beauty, bloodline, and fertility, Cersei is worth a great deal. She may just be another breeder, but her owners can expect a fine price for her — nothing less than a crown.

Unfortunately for Cersei, the death of Lyanna Stark left Robert Baratheon an angry man. All her beauty could never mend his heart — something she could never forgive. Despite this failing, Cersei could certainly take care of his other needs. Sensual and exquisite of form, Cersei is extremely alluring. Robert Baratheon found nothing to object to in her person. This was the beginning of Cersei’s rise to power. Her father can subsidise a king, her brother can kill one, but neither can create one. That task, the creation of a Lannister monarch, came down to Cersei alone.

It would never be easy for someone of Cersei’s ego, already thwarted in ambition and expression, to become the bed mate of a man in love with another woman, though — especially a woman made ideal through death. Cersei could not even have the satisfaction of watching her rival grow old and ordinary. Lyanna Stark is forever the unattainable and tragic love in Robert’s life. The implicit rebuff, both to her status as his queen and her adequacy as his bedfellow, is more than she could possibly tolerate. She gave her royal husband three healthy, beautiful children to inherit his throne and continue his line … but none of them are his. Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen are golden children, who resemble both mother and father, Cersei and Jaime Lannister.

It is hard to understand the complex link between twins, but by itself this does not explain the extent of the love between the Lannisters. They consider themselves to be bonded souls, perhaps even the same soul. It is not true. Jaime’s needs are very different to Cersei’s. Jaime may follow his sister’s lead, but he is a warrior; she is a politician.

It could be argued that Cersei’s feelings for Jaime is the nearest she will ever come to making love to herself, for they are so alike, so heroic looking, so beautiful. Whether she would love him so much were he not created in her own glorious image is a moot point. This might, however, explain Cersei’s contempt for her other brother, Tyrion. If Jaime is Cersei made male — a mirror of herself as she would wish to be — what is Tyrion but a grotesque distortion? Jaime is not the only Lannister male Cersei mirrors, though. Cersei inevitably echoes her father, the most powerful and successful being she knows in everything from her manipulation of her children to her personal disdain for Tyrion.

Her love for Jaime, however, is a radical departure from her father’s cool approach to matters of the heart. This alone is all her own feeling, and the intensity of it pulls her. It is dangerous, and yet comforting, for Jaime gives her most of the power in the relationship. While Jamie appears to be devoted to only Cersei, she in turn knows that her body is a weapon, and is willing to use it as needed, whether to deal with Robert’s occasional urges, or to attempt to seduce Eddard Stark. It is hard to tell whether she ever enjoys her lovers, or simply revels in the exercise of her personal power over men.

Incest is considered an abomination throughout the lands of Westeros, but curiously it does have a precedent in the royal house of Targaryen, where brothers and sisters become husbands and wives, kings and queens together. The theory was that it kept the blood pure. Cersei takes that precedent to heart, using it to justify her relationship with Jaime and her denial of her royal husband’s marital privileges. In at least two cases, those of Aerys II and Viserys — styled the Beggar King — the genetic inheritance seems to be mental instability, whatever the state of the blood. This situation repeats itself in the first child of Cersei and Jaime’s union: the heir to the throne of Baratheon, Prince Joffrey.

Cersei is so passionate and vivacious that even Tyrion, long since hardened to her wiles, finds her irresistible when joy overtakes her. When she is truly happy, she sparkles like a diamond. It is almost impossible not to love her. Cersei has not grown in circumstances where this bright side to her could develop, but it still reveals itself from time to time. Cersei Lannister is a brilliant but fickle friend, a proud and cunning foe, and above all, a guardian of her own power.

– A Game of Thrones, Deluxe Edition Role-Playing Game and Resource Book

If you focus on what you want and you persevere, chances are you succeed. You know, that’s what I found. It might not be in acting - it might be in business, financing, it might be in the arts, it might be in anything. But it’s all about focusing and being inspired.
                    ― Cory Monteith, 1982 - 2013