The Little Dragon Whisperer
ventus-ven-for-short:

arcana-forcer:

I’m done.

//I’M SO DONE

((OH MY LORD))

ventus-ven-for-short:

arcana-forcer:

I’m done.

//I’M SO DONE

((OH MY LORD))

nutella-fandom:

ezriela:

If it’s Sunday, you must reblog.
‘Tis Potterhead law.

Reblogging every Sunday to honor Richard Griffiths 

(make muse happy) Starflash comes in with a small bag of different crystals unearthed in one of the mines. "Here Sydney, these are useless to the 'Con workers. Thought you might like them."

"Oh WOW!" Sydney’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. She began looking over each stone, eyes bright. "Rose quartz… Emerald… Bixbite… Thanks Starflash! They’re beautiful!"

I dare you to make my muse happy.

The “break my muse” stuff gets old. Make them smile and mean it.

outerspacecake:

mairzydotes:

Raise your hand if you used to play with these things for hours and if you came across them again you would still play with them for hours.

#i need the name
tangrams

outerspacecake:

mairzydotes:

Raise your hand if you used to play with these things for hours and if you came across them again you would still play with them for hours.

tangrams

((M!A: she's 6 years old)) Little Sydney was not having a good time. She was lost, alone, and very frightened. The wee girl was openly weeping, wandering aimlessly.

notfalcor:

dragonwhisperer15:

notfalcor:

((And I meet your M!A with my own! Organic!Fallcore the dragon! 83))

The massive wyrm jerks from his well deserved slumber at the soft sounds, blinking wide ruby eyes as he tries to locate the source. A discontented rumble echoes from his narrow chest, and he groans as he levers his bulk to his feet.

He may as well get UP since the noise had woken him ANWAYS. Oy.

"I dunno where I’m s’pposed to be… I think magic anons are behind this." she explained. The little girl couldn’t quite wrap her head around the idea of having multiple homes, but she just went along with it. Sydney was looking more and more bewildered, and even disoriented. While the dragon bot’s presence was reassuring, her fears were still present. Merely subdued for the time being. And it was rearing its head once again. "I’m scared…. I wanna go home….. I want Mama and Daddy…." she whimpered.

Fallcore rumbles an affirmative, listening carefully to the child’s words before noticing more and more how she seems to be losing the battle against the fear inside her tiny frame. This wouldn’t do. A low huff of a vent leaves the dragonformer, and he blinks down at the tiny human. He had no idea how to return her to her parents…and he suspected that he magic would wear off before he could take her anywhere anyways.

Pausing for a moment, he hums softly, and considers, “I’m sure they’re looking for you. I’ll keep you safe until they get here. Why don’t you try and sleep?”

At least if she sleeps, the magic SHOULD wear off before she wakes…He hopes.

She nodded, and cuddled up to him. Sydney was shaking a little from anxiety, and curled up into a tight, tiny little ball. “Th-thank you… Waz your name?”

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