So I keep saying i’m going to write these four drafts I have but I just don’t have the muse and it’s not coming no matter how much I try to force it.
So, I’m gonna drop these all my threads. I am so sorry and part of why it’s taken me so long is because I hate doing this but i also hate having drafts for too long and I know for the most part those I rp with are good about it and tend to share the idc you do you type attitude when it comes to dropping threads but I still hate it
But later if you want to continue a thread i’ve dropped from a later stage tag me in it or we can plot on im
imagine a crocodile with horse-like legs… unstoppable… i would love to ride one o’ those into battle
are you..high
….carry on
Fun fact these ‘crocodile cousins’ with ‘horse-like legs’ existed and was known as a ‘sabre-toothed cat in armour’ due to it’s speed out of water and long fangs. There was the ‘DogCroc’ ( Araripesuchus wegeneri) and ‘BoarCroc’ (Kaprosuchus). The DogCroc (featured above) was only around the size of a small dog, with its skull easily fitting into the palm of someones hand. It lived during the Lower Cretaceous-Upper Cretaceous period;
*Comparison of a DogCroc’s skull to a Sarcosuchus skull. (Sarcosuchus is the largest known crocodile species and was large enough it could even prey upon a T-Rex and could weigh up to ten tonnes and be over forty feet long.)
However the BoarCroc (Kaprosuchus) was twenty-foot long and could gallop across land and preyed upon dinosaurs.
That’s a fucking dragon
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Yeah
and here I was thinking of a crocodile with literal horse legs like some kind of fool
I mean I SAY I love the ‘Enemies to Lovers’ trope but what I really MEAN is that I love the
‘Enemies to Resentful Allies In A Time Of Crisis to Grudging Mutual Respect to Growing Fondness Concealed By Snark to Hurtful Betrayal to Slow Reconciliation With A Greater Understanding Of Each Other to Strange But Solid Friendship to Unexpected Feelings In A Time Of Crisis to Denying Their Feelings While Growing Closer As Friends to Epiphanies Of Love In The Worst Possible Circumstances to Mutual Pining to Unbearable Sexual Tension to Lovers’
I like the implication that Dracula recognizes Trevor as a Belmont because of how wimpy his punches are.
I like that interpretation more. “Ah yes, this bastard, who’s first instinct upon seeing the world’s most powerful vampire was to punch him in the face. Yes, he’s from that family isn’t he?”