welcome to my house. make yourself comfortable. there's food in thr fridge over there. just don't eat the furbies. they don't like that. they bite back.
Introducing Rosie. I've had her for a little bit now I just haven't got her cleaned and didn't want to post her until she was clean. She's still not clean.. but oh well.
So, y'all know I basically take Fungus with me everywhere, right? One of my brothers went to pay his phone bill while we were out, and his service provider is in the same strip as a children's play center.
It’s going to be a Fnaf/Undertale fangame sorta(not in the way that Fnaf characters replace the normal characters, it’s going to be completely different)
Currently all I have is the walking animation.(which is 12 SPRITES I HAD TO MAKE IN PIXELART)
Does anyone think about how much the Last Dragonborn changes as their quest goes on?
Not like, character building or learning experiences.
I'm talking about having the ability to eat immortal souls and having to just live with that.
A mortal vessel given the gift (curse) of killing and consuming other immortal beings; personally made by Auriel Himself. What does that feel like to gain the knowledge of eons just shoved right into your brain, willing or not. To have experiences and understandings no one else will ever match with you.
Your only similar peers are your enemies. Destined to fight or dominate all of them as The Last Dragonborn.
What does it feel like to make room in yourself for other souls so much larger than your small, mortal, body?
What does it feel like to be a black hole that will infinitely take and take and take and add more and more to your being.
Are you yourself anymore? Do those dragon souls persist inside you?
this is for the wedding pic, would you rather be on satins side or organic saturday churches side? the priest was already taken by one of my bf's charaters. also of anyone would like to be apart of the wedding party just send me a pic of your furby and ill add them in to the side. i need at least one more. for the grooms furbys and the brooms furbys. I swear I'm still working on the wedding. It's just thr procrastination bug is eating my brain
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.