I am a regal, imposing, dominating, gorgeous creature, and it is beneath me to even consider that I might be on the same level as excrement.

sunder apologies all around for disappearing. I suffered a crisis of muse and then I started writing the first draft of a novel. Will I be back? undoubtedly. When? I have no idea. If you're waiting on a response from me please know when I disappear it's never ever targeted at anyone.

| absolutely do not interact with me if you are using AI images, especially AI generated images of CHILDREN

sunder These are all of my other fantasy accounts.

|| I see this expressed often and I don't think that's going to happen, from a coding perspective. Bsky has said that a foundational rule of atproto is not to edit a pds, which is a record each account has, and to remove a follower apparently involves editing their pds.

"We don't think much of ants, 'til they're the size of houses and burnin' down the forests. The desert is our home... and we're losin' that, too."

Today is my 1 year Bluesky anniversary 🥳

Someone indeed.

Can your friends accept their fate?

Arguably it could be said to be more or less than godhood.

Becoming a sun is not like becoming a god. The fusion of stars is not godhood.

If your gods no longer serve your needs, destroy them.

If you are, you will stand at the forefront of graves that extend as far as the eye can see.

Pain already looms in your future.

Was it a dream, little elf?

thinking about drowning the monster hunter in soup so he'll die with an ironic twist

Who else would relate?

I'm becoming a worse person by the second and I think that's okay.

"As if I have ever strayed from this path."

"I have no heart to burn. Not as mortals do."

"I chose my path. Let no one be convinced otherwise; no one else guides my actions, no one compels me to act but myself. I will see myself eat the Sun."

Delightful to hear other dragons are causing mischief, ruin, and maladies.

Sunscrubber or whatever

If I hadn't had that stupid encounter with that dragon last year I would've said they didn't exist.

Existence is torment anyway.

I perch on a mountain of bone and look to lands I will yet rule.

If killing me would make you happy, I would ensure I was the last thing alive.

You want to be eaten?

There is still time to fix that, healer.

I am very pretty.

Ooh! What a pretty dragon! (Watching from a burning tree)

Save the world from the Sundrinker.

Yer gonna get yourself eaten by a dragon.

Fire licked the edges of every structure in the village. Elves of all ages ran, screamed, begged, or knelt by the large tree sapling at the center of the village, it's iridescent green leaves like stained glass in the light of the far side of the Ring. The light of the Ring—a strip of light

|| seeing udo on my timeline once again

stupid hunter

When you are long forgotten by the tides of time, my light will be bathing this world and all life on it.

And every city I burn brings me closer to the ultimate goal. Which one of us will finish the race first?

I stand in the ashes of your village, Elf. I have not left him alone; I have made you and him on equal standing. One that abandoned his duty, and one that was exiled from it; now both homeless, wretched things.

Do you hear them, Solas? The screams of every man, woman, and elf-child that were silenced that day? Do they haunt your dreams? Can you see their faces while you sleep? The baker that made your favorite bread, the blacksmith that waved at you when you passed?

And yet ash blankets every inch of land, little Elf. Little useless Elf.

—EYUS, FALLABEL, ELVEN HIGHER PROVINCE— The dragon's form brushed low to the ground amidst the small Elven village. Their small sapling of the World Tree in the center was strung up with lights for the Festival of Will, each small silver light gleaming in the shadows of the late night hours.

something stirs...

"It is filled with so many demiplanes, it feels as though it will never run out." The dragon snorted quietly.

A portal shimmered through the air, the temper of the dragon reaching a boiling point. Long had that monster hunter humiliated It, even after It had seen fit to give him a set of Its own scales to shape to his will. No more. And the first target would be that irksome girl that was always with him.