Becky. Becky feel. Beckyyyyyy
Whhhhhooooo just shaved her legs and is hella enjoying the swish of a skirt against them?
Meeeeee!
https://pocketss.tumblr.com/post/169552931121/whats-up-with-dragons-do-they-shed-their-skin-do
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Eternal just feels a lot better, even when I get beat. Probably because I only ever play in Casual, so I'm not getting stomped out by tournament-level bullshit drives. I'll let Arena sit for a little while.
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Welp. MTG Arena was definitely a mistake to start up this morning. My card pool starting out just does not measure up to all the value-grinders and their unstoppable decks, and there's no "casual" area in the stress-test beta - just the grand melee.
Feels pretty gross. Maybe next reset.
Color Theory
Red core because Red: Freedom, passion, the inner fire (Dragon!)
Blue mixed in because Thought: Forethought, patience, understanding
Green mixed in because Wisdom: Listening to the self, living harmoniously, understanding the shape of the world
Red-Blue for creativity and directed passion.
Red-Green to be true to the self.
Blue-Green for exploration and shaping of the self and the world.
transfeels (~~)
If I'd come in to the right world as the right gender and the right species, maybe I'd never even have had the silver fire to begin with. Maybe it would have been there but I never would have found it.
Maybe it still would burn as brightly.
Maybe it's a silly question.
transfeels (~~~)
Fuck if I know. I'm some kind of girldrake, some kind of enby dragoness, somewhere just outside of all the lines everybody draws. I got dreams that can't ever be answered, and hopes that can. And strength and flaws and wreckage and power and mystery and grace and ineptitude and some kind of raging paradox that makes me all that I am.
I don't know what that makes me.
Maybe just me.
transfeels (~~)
Species, gender... all I have wanted was to express myself as truly as I can, to let the fire within illuminate without. To wander boundless and free, without lack. Without wishing it were possible to feel comfortable in myself. Without hiding my hands from my own view because I couldn't stand seeing them. Without the lurking pain that pounces whenever I think of it.
But without all that, I wouldn't be me.
Rare coastal dragoness, often found by sunny sea cliffs. Nonbinary but fairly femme-leaning. If you're under 18 don't follow.