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Watch me fly through the clouds tryna collect souls and candles, while watching my pet Krill bonk moths my guy lmao

You wake up tomorrow to find yourself in the world of the last video game you played. How screwed/lucky are you?

suddenly i wake up in russel’s dream /s

Oh the chaos

What have we here? I do believe that this account could do with a proper makeover… maybe I’ll just takeover.

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Oh yknow just two fancy bush horses, doing as fancy bush horses do uwu (lol mine is hiding) @centeris2

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90s Ydris

I log into tumblr for like the first time in months whats with all these bots-

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Penguin race my beloved will you return? TT

Bebeje the birb is so adorable i cannntttt

This is so good kshdjdjdj 🥺🥺

Home: A Star Stable Short Story (Ydris)

“A little bit to the left.” Ydris motioned with a wave, rolling his eyes as he watched his jester trying fruitlessly to balance on Zee’s back to hang up a sign. The short man lost his footing once again, toppling backwards off of the horse’s back. Zee nudged the jester with her muzzle.

“I’m very sorry Mr. ydris, I’ll try-“

“You will try nothing again! I would’ve done it myself if I’d known it would’ve been this much of a hassle! Franchement Xin!” The man shook his head, ripping the sign out of the jester’s hands.

“You know, I get that you’re disappointed with how things went with that girl and her friends, and that you’re still feeling sick from that clock machine, but it doesn’t mean you need to take it out on me.” Xin huffed, standing up and walking over to the curtained exit of the tent.

“How dare you speak to me like that you ungrateful little-“ Ydris yelled after him, but the jester had already exited the tent. He scoffed, walking over to pet his horse.

“I really don’t know what’s gotten into him Zee.” Ydris sighed, reaching out to pet the mare’s purple mane. However, she too wasn’t pleased with the ringmaster. Zee pinned her ears, turning her neck away from her owner’s touch. Ydris held his hand over her neck for a moment, shocked. Zee had never resisted a good pat before.

“I guess I am being quite a secousse aren’t I?” Ydris swallowed regretfully, watching as his beloved mare walked away from him toward the same exit.

“Well now! Who needs some foolish assistant and sour mare to accompany him. I, the Great Ydris, have always worked.... alone.” He spoke the last word quietly, the sound disappearing in the large circus tent.

Alone, that’s how he’d spent his life since the destruction of his dear home.

Now here he stood, the only two beings he could call friends turned tail towards him. And that girl... all she had wanted to do was help. She wasn’t like the rest of the druids, but he was too caught up in his frustration to notice that at the time.

Indeed, she had been different. The little dove had never once thought of herself, only how she could help others. She had just wanted to save a friend, a friend whom she didn’t even really know. He could’ve called her a friend if he hadn’t scared the life out of her.

But that was his job, wasn’t it? To scare and maim, to torment, to act the part of a monster- at least, that was what they made him out to be. Nothing more than a soulless Pandorian- they had started using his ethnicity as a threat.

The man brought himself back from his thoughts. No, he thought, thinking thoughts of remorse is for petty mortal humans. He wouldn’t fall to such lows.

Ydris began to pace around the sandy circus ring. Pacing had always helped him think. He looked up, examining the purple and white striped fabric of the tent. There were still rips in some spots from where the tentacles had thrashed- Garnok’s tentacles.

Garnok, the very same monster who had destroyed his home, killed his family. Anger boiled up inside him as he pictured the purple and pink squid knocking down anything in its path. He only wished his magic was strong enough to go against it.

“I suppose I should apologize, shouldn’t I? No, why should I?” Ydris muttered, gloved hand rubbing his chin in thought. He was starting to sound like a madman.

But that’s what they thought he was, so why should he act any differently?

“Enough!” The man yelled aloud, grabbing his head in his hands. No, the thoughts wouldn’t win. They couldn’t....

Just as humans weren’t made for Pandoria, Earth was not made for Pandorians. His soul was unlike that of a true human; it was more complex, more intricate. The fragility of the mortal world could do nothing more than bind it temporarily. How he longed to be back in his pink paradise, his magic at its prime. Being in Jorvik was driving him mad, giving him dark thoughts.

“My time is almost through here. This world must fall, this world must fall...” The man mumbled over and over again. His sight was temporarily blinded by the rays of a setting sun peeking through the top of the tent.

Sunsets- another thing on this planet that didn’t make one bit of sense.

“This world must fall!” He yelled, falling to his knees in anguish. Pictures of the girl and her friends flashed through his mind. They were innocent children.

He couldn’t hurt innocent children.

Ydris gritted his teeth, feeling tears trickling down his face. He just wanted to be home. Was that so much to ask? Soft hoof-clops sounded from behind him. He turned around just in time to see his beloved mare, her flourescent pink eyes filled with worry. She nudged his shoulder softly.

“I’ll be alright my dear Zee.” He smiled softly, resting his face in her neck.

“We’ll get home one day, I swear.”