fan of creatures in all shapes and sizes
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Sorry if this seems rushed, I'm writing this kind of fast because I don't want to miss the confession window đ
I'd like to see more people realize how Glory's PoV relates to our perspective of RainWing society. If we were introduced to RainWing society through a more open or generous perspective (like through Clay or Sunny), I think we'd get a more favorable first impression of them; however, Glory comes with the expectation that the RainWings will prove all of the stereotypes wrong. All her life she's been told that she's lazy and dumb, and she desperately wants those insults to be invalidated... So, when she realizes that many of the RainWings actually DO fit those stereotypes, she's extra bitter and harsh. As a result, the reader is also likely to view the RainWings in a bitter and harsh way. I believe this is why so many readers still view the RainWings being "lazy" is a bad plotline.
Some people seem to ignore how Glory's perspective changes throughout the book. She starts to realize that while there is some basic truth to the RainWing stereotypes, the stereotypes are overly negative and close-minded. The RainWings are not actually lazyâthey're just not productive in the way the other tribes are. They do activities like tree gliding, fruit gathering, and plenty of other random games are great exercise. They value skills over academic education (like math) and oral communication over writing, as those aspects are simply more useful for their culture.
Glory's first signs of starting to accept RainWing culture are when she sun bathes for the first time and tolerates Silver (as sloths seem to be a favorite and maybe even symbolic animal of the RainWings). These moments are very sweet and show her finally starting to be at peace with her identity <3 Yet some people still linger on the disproven idea that RainWings are just lazy. How are they missing one of the most central aspects of Glory's character arc...?
Basically, Glory's arc goes from "I'm not like the other RainWings" due to past trauma and biases and ends up on "Actually, it's okay to be like the other RainWings." There's still some things she wants RainWing society to improve on (like their tendency to ostracize members of their community who don't fit in), but she is getting better at finding a balance between everything.
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Hello, my name is Lama, and I am from Gaza City, specifically in the northern Gaza Strip. I grew up in a loving family of resilience and hope, with my parents working tirelessly to provide us with a life of dignity and opportunity. My father was our steadfast provider, and my mother was the heart of our home. I have two brothers and three sisters, the youngest of whom is just six months old. She is frail and often sick due to the lack of proper food and medicine. My siblings and I have shared dreams of education, careers and a bright future. But life in Gaza is marked by hardship, and when the war began, everything we had built was shattered. My older brother, a kind and a courageous soul, was martyred while trying to secure basic necessities for our survival, my younger sister was gravely injured, and the cost of her treatment weighs more than the universe to us, now the responsibility for my family has fallen on my shoulders.
Our home, once filled with warmth, laughter and memories, has been reduced to rubble. We have been displaced more than thirty times from place to a place with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Each time we returned, we found more destruction, we always clung to the hope of rebuilding, but in the last attack, our home was completely destroyed, we are now homeless, living in unsafe conditions with no shelter to protect us from the cold nights. The loss of our home is not just the loss of a building, itâs the loss of safety, stability, and the place where our dreams were nurtured.
With my father unemployed since the beginning of the war, we have no income to provide even the most basic necessities. Water, food, medicine, warm clothes and blankets-things that many take for granted-are beyond our reach. Every day is a battle for survival, and every night is a reminder of the dangers and struggles we face. I am determined to care for family and give my younger brothers and sisters a chance to grow up with hope. But I cannot do it alone.
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My name is Saja. Iâm a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow â from her first smile to her first steps â surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment â a fragile, breathless moment â when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark â hiding, holding on, praying.
Iâm writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughterâs life.
And even now â especially now â I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why Iâm Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
Thatâs why I keep going.
Iâve launched a campaign to ask for help â not because itâs easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
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From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe youâve never lived through war. But if youâve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them â then you understand more than you know.
I donât want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if youâve read this far â thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like itâs a lifeline.
I would like to add that Foeslayer would probably beat the shit out of Arctic and win if he tried rapping her (which would never happen like, at all.) People forget that she was a soldier and was fighting the Icewings
Ngl I wouldnât be surprised if Arctic forced Foeslayer into having his kids.
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Wof tribes redesign again!!!!! Ive been figuring out how to make them quadroped wingwalkers with malleable hands in a way that i like. I gave them pterosaur swag cause theyre my fav beasts.
notes under tha cut
Ancestral traits of my headcannon tribes
feathers, exterior ears, six limbs, beaks with teeth, wing walking, thumb knucklewalking
skywings- upright posture with long long limbs, lacking a wing thumb for a more aerodynamic build, reduced tail. They have the hottest fire and hunt aerial prey, they are highly mobile in the air.
Icewings- tallest tribe, black skin under feathers. Clear feathers, feathers on neck modified to form shiny/pearlescent spikes. They rattle when they move and they persist ant hunt large land prey.
Nightwings- Covered in iridescent star spots, have grooves on their patagium to facilitate silent flight (a la owl), and have fluff around their beaks. They have really good hearing.
rainwings- Standard posture has flexible neck folded, feathers and scales can change color. Small, elliptical wings allow for fast pursuit through thick forest but are not good for long distance flight. Short legs are better for climbing then running.
Mudwing- Has tusks that grow through the lower jaw and thick armor and osteoderms. Secondarily featherless and wallow to avoid sun damage. Sit and wait ambush predators, a la crocodile, squat posture means they are not efficient walkers.
Sandwing- Long limbs, mane down back with quill spines. dark skin to protect against sun damage, Ossicones! Grapple flying prey and immobilize them with their tail stingers.
Seawings- Largest dragons, thick webbed spines on back that can flatten down, short wings permit flight but are not efficient. Better at swimming then walking or flying. Barbles on face are sensory organs.
i plan on designing clothes for these things at some point
does anybody wanna frolic with me. does anyone wanna fucking dilly dally with me
omati
better look at mao cause i like that part + initial sketch i painted over
sketch/thumbnail in ms paint, rendering in rebelle 7
bittentwice
a print i've been noodling at on and off for a couple days in between commissions and school
Most of my ocs have weird colors and it pains me that I can never recreate them to rp with
pet peeves about the WoF beta game on Roblox:
the colors. I canât make like half of my ocs because they decided that the colors have to be canon accurate :( let me have skywings with a little bit of blue. let me have red seawings.
this is more of a general role playing pet peeve, but why do so many people say âheâd do somethingâ or âshe would say ___â it just sounds weird to me
I really donât care much about this but still
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Today we took our young son to the hospital because he suffers from two holes in his heart, which affects his breathing and causes him pain. I hope that everyone will help us save our young sonâs life and donate any amount possible to provide treatment and medicine
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My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined Iâd be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knewâmy home, my safety, my communityâwas ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying theyâll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and itâs become a daily battle just to survive.
Iâve seen things I never thought possibleâstanding in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everythingâmy home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but itâs almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, Iâm trapped in a warzone with no way out.
Iâm reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chanceâjust a chanceâto live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a differenceâit could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. Youâre not just helping me escape a war; youâre giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.