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okay so here’s the dealio.
i have one more day of this semester! finals are complete and only two out of four term papers are due tomorrow and i am done! however, i’m still going to be widely unavailable to rp [or even finish the overhaul] on this blog until after christmas.
i’m still available for ooc shenanigans, whether it be poking my askbox/tumblrim, or bothering me on skype/any other offsite im client.
hope everyone has a happy holidays!
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But man! I’m like, having this idea, where… Spyro’s in this one world, and finds Moneybags - and of course, Moneybags being Moneybags, wants Spyro to pay up, saying that he’s got the key to progress forward.
But then, Moneybags gets captured by these pirate characters, and Spyro has to go chasing after them(collecting Gems as he goes). Then these pirates offer Moneybags as a ransom ; pay up, and we’ll give you Moneybags AND the key(they’ve already robbed Moneybags of everything that he had previously).
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that is like .... perfect though!
i will HAVE to read this fic when you write it out; the idea of him exploring the worlds of already one of my fave games in the series would be great to see in practice~~
what if it’s a peter pan-based world and spyro’s helping peter with something as the main goal
Anime Gajinka Lateef from the Spyro games by a friend ( @dystopianutahraptor @chimericguidance ), requested during my b-day stream.
Getting ready for finals and term papers to be due, plus the onslaught of the Christmas season. So I’m probably not going to be doing too many RPs or creative writings until Christmas at least is over. In the meantime, I’m still here and still willing to chatter! Feel free to ask for IM details if you want; it keeps me sane. Otherwise, I’ll see you guys all later.
Did anyone else want that music box?
DreamWeaver Redesign WIP
Making that redesign ref finally. It’s in no way complete, whatsoever, nor is it incredibly detailed in posing or any such thing outside eventual visual. It won’t be colored, but I will gladly glorify his detail when I get to that point.
Top one is without the wings attached, for visual reference to its complete body without the wings in the way. Bottom has the wing outline; those things are huge compared to its body.
Hopefully, this will help me pave the way to drawing the actual dragons on this blog for visual refs. More progress will be shared as it is complete. For a written description of them, in case people want to attempt their own, click HERE.
“FFFFfool!?” Kaos repeats, put off by the fact that they were referring to his name as though it was some type of species rather than it being his actual name. “There is only ONE Kaos, boy.” He states sternly, taking a step forward.”And I am no sort of fool. I am an EVIL genius!” He proclaims, making sure to put emphasis on that ‘evil’ bit so much as to make it sound more ominous….though it seems he had only managed to make it sound silly in the process.
“You both have awfully large mouths for such small dragons…what is this ‘Jacques’ you speak of? Is it a magical place, perhaps?” Kaos asks with genuine curiosity, despite still appearing somewhat grumpy after listening to their childish confusion. Or so he assumed it was. It couldn’t have been sarcasm, could it have?
At their excuse, he gives a scoff. “Well,” The Dark Portal Master clicks his tongue. “It doesn’t matter where you came from because It’s still considered spying.” He states matter-of-factly, sounding somewhat like a child attempting to prove another wrong on the playground. Placing his hands to his hips, he rolls his shoulders in a shrug. “You clearly sneaked up on me while I was busy. Now, I’d like to know where it is YOU two are from.“ It was more of a demand than a question. He felt it was necessary to question them before they began questioning him; he wouldn’t willingly provide the answers, afterall.
A look of understanding crossed their faces at this, sharing it with one another. “Ooooooh~ It’s your name, isn’t it!” Now they picked up on that.
However, his claim to be not a fool made Kosoko blink, thinking briefly before producing a small book from seemingly nowhere. He settled back on his haunches to sit up and flick through it with his front claws, his tail wrapped about him for balance. With a noise of triumph, he turned the book about; little drawings of creatures like garden gnomes, complete with the red hats and long noses, holding either a lantern in their hands or a small clock. “Those. Those are Fools.”
A pause in their banter at Kaos’ pointing out their large mouths. They knew he was being metaphoric, but why not make it literal?
“Oh, but we can make them bigger, if it suits.” was said in unison.
Lips pulled back, nearly splitting their little heads in two and displaying the interlocking needle-like teeth. Pointing backwards in the top jaw, they were made more for catching and eating fish rather than anything else, but no one needed to know that who didn’t know that already.
“But, since you say you’re an evil genius, where’s your volcano!” Zikomo wondered, bringing up a bit of the statements before. “Jacques has a volcano!”
“And Jacques is a pretty evil genius, if you ask me. All evil geniuses need a volcano.” Kosoko added, continuing onward to sate the smaller bald one’s obvious curiosities. “The King of Fools, you know. We’re lucky ours work with us instead of for him.”
More accusations of spying were thrown at them and this produced a huff from both, Kosoko returning to book to ... wherever he had taken it from in the first place and spewing a small cloud of that mist seen earlier. Just a puff; they didn’t want to be stuck in a world unknown in fog they’d made themselves. Zikomo still had yet to produce such at such frequency. Maybe his was better controlled? Or perhaps for some other reasons not devised?
“If you want us to act like we’re spying, maybe we should.” Kosoko strode forward, nudging the discarded shovel with a claw. “So what are you doing with this, hm?”
Zikomo followed suit, sliding around to the patch of loose dirt. “Probably burying something, if this little square has anything to say about it.”
And once more, in unison. “What are you burying.”
So flat-toned, you’d almost think they actually wouldn’t have cared about what he was doing! Which, as it turned out, was correct. Besides; who were they going to tell? They knew very little people here. Inquiries to where they came from found them slithering back together again, staring down at Kaos as they had before.
“We told you! From above.” Zikomo replied.
“Our fathers were inducted as instructors at the Academy, don’t you know. But we’re from places far above there, even.” Kosoko tacked on, before they went back to unison.
“Very far above.”
Creepy little creatures, in all honesty. Like twins, only not...
So I’m overhauling this blog with a better navigation system and actual background info/character profiles. A lot of this is a redesign from an old project I was a part of that thrived on headcanons. I have some info on the project, along with some developments on the DreamWeavers and one of four profiles for the dragons on this blog; the others will follow in their own post.
No doodles just yet, sorry. I will have something soon!
This is all on the sidebar under the Mazi’s Library page, so it’s always within arm’s reach.
Enjoy!
Kaos had seemingly been minding his own business, having just finished burying his most recent captive alive after they had refused to give him answers which, one could assume, was about the Core of Light. The villain tried to keep up with who knew what around these parts but everyone makes mistakes and he just so happened to confuse this one for someone else. Bless their innocent soul, yes. He was a bit ditzy for a bad guy which would explain why most didn’t take him so seriously- that and his height, of course.
Dropping the shovel and dusting off his hands with a satisfied grin on his face, he turns to notice the two small dragons headed his way, neither of which had any sort of filters on them for what words were spilling out of their mouths. Clearly they were young ones but that really made no difference to him.
“EH–? Wha- I am no Gnorc. I am KAOOSS!” The short man shouts out his name proudly, though there’s an annoyed expression taking up his features, mainly due to what they had confused him for and how they were speaking to him.
“And I understand you just fine, UNFORTUNATELY…where did the two of you come from!? Were you spying on meeee..!?” Kaos questions, a glare darting from one dragon to the other. He wasn’t in the mood for babysitting today– or EVER for that matter.
The expulsion they received in reply caused the both of them to back up a couple steps, ears twisted forward. The bigger one might have jumped a bit more, evident to the mist that poured if briefly from between its jaws. The stream cut off, leaving minute beads of water across the hairs under its chin.
“Well! This is good!” Zikomo replied, both in astonishment that he had been understood and at the obvious pride literally shouted at him. He turned his attention to his companion at this. “Do you know what a ‘Kaos’ is, Kosoko? I’ve never heard of one.”
After a shake of his head again to relieve it of dew, Kosoko answered. “No, no can’t say I have.” He returned his attention back forward, toward the Kaos, golden gaze twinkling with his own low-key curiosity. “Is that a type of Fool, then?”
And in unison, as they looked at one another in mild shock before resuming eye contact. “Did you come from Jacques?”
It was quiet wonderment before inquired accusations were thrown about. Ears pinned back on both, heads turning mildly as though in annoyance. Though they lacked the full-on drawl of established DreamWeavers, they could still give it a run for its money with the presumed arrogantly soothing tones.
“We’ve not been spying on anyone.” Zikomo stated. “And even if we were, we’ve no actual interest in what a Kaos does with its time. We only stumbled in here just now.”
“From above.” It was a small interjection from Kosoko, to be sure, but it was sufficient enough an answer without giving too much away.
They came out of what appeared to be nowhere. A pair of young dragons slinking about and sticking their noses probably where they didn’t belong. But what does one expect when it comes to those of young and curious mindsets?
They were both around the same size; one colored like iridescent turquoise and smaller than its companion by just a little, following along side by side in a glittering purple-blue. Lithe and agile, moving like one would expect a snake to. The smaller poked its slender head around a corner, letting out an utterance of surprise, which caused its companion to stop and look over.
“What ... what is that?”
The odd skintone, bald head, and strange wardrobe of the considerably shorter creature they’d stumbled on was confusing to them for various reasons. Namely that they’d never seen another creature like it.
There were no footsteps or even clicking claws as they moved toward it, though they didn’t necessarily sneak; walking in with heads pulled high on long slender necks, to make a regal approach. To be frank, it was more than amusing to see, what with their gangly proportions standard for young dragons, and even moreso amusing to behold when one considered that DreamWeavers were surreal even fully grown.
“You think it’s a Fool?” the smaller asked, fully within earshot of the odd creature.
Its companion shook its head. “No. Father would let me know if there was another type. There’s no clock or lantern visible. Think it’s a Gnorc?”
“Bit of an ugly Gnorc...”
“Gnorcs are always a little ugly.”
“File that under ‘Words I Never Expected You To Say’.” a chuckle from the smaller one before it turned those bright peridot eyes on the object of their fascination. “Do. You. Understand. Me.”
“Please, Zikomo. I highly doubt it’s stupid too.” A shake of the head from the darker-colored one. “Or deaf.”
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so what if i drew my redesign for dreamweaver dragons and posted it...
“Not another one! I’ve had enough dealing with dragons for one day!”
It was supposed to be a scouting assignment, to put it bluntly. On hearing that Avalar had no consistent keepers of dreams, it had been Lateef’s worry that there would be a tangled mess of such across the unseen roads DreamWeavers were known to travel.
Thus, he had brought his son with him to ‘test the waters’, persay, before making a proper decision on who to place there and keep the threads untangled. Zikomo was meant to be the older dragon’s eyes, but he couldn’t stop his own from wandering in a subdued sort of awe as they exited the portal. Simply feeling the vibrating excitement over the air between them was enough to make the blind Elder rumble a small laugh, the noise causing the younger to slow down and move closer to the other.
“Dad, this place is great!” Zikomo whispered toward him before moving with a sinuous slither further off, presumably to explore a little more without going too far.
Before he had a chance to answer, Lateef picked up the sound of another voice. Commanding, but simultaneously whining. It stopped him in his tracks, caused his ears to perk forward and his head to swivel about until he spotted the other party.
The aura was simply massive, but not sharp and distinct. Just large and swirling, a seething red. Ears flattened again to his head before he slunk cautiously toward the intimidating energy, a huff and a plume of mist exiting his nostrils.
“You have a troubling presence, young friend.” he rumbled again, though this time, it wasn’t in jovial tones, but cautious ones.
Two free minimaps based off Classic Spyro worlds, and one retired map since I restarted it. For all you Minecrafters out there, feel free to download and play to your hearts’ content!
These maps are available for modification by the user who downloads it. Any and all modification screens are welcome to be shared, if the user wishes. I [DystopianUtahraptor] only ask for credit to the base-map.
Lofty Castle.
Spyro the Dragon — Environments 3
