#i'll be over it in the morning

[polskasroka]

Ah, do you want to know what my fav type of men is?

The unavailable ones.

#yes i'm whining abt this issue once again #even tho i haven't shared it w y'all before #the only thing that makes me believe that i'm not a lost case #is the fact that my mum says that i'm attracted to men whom i can't have #bc my mind is not ready for an engagement called having a bf #i choose to believe her she's a psychiatrist so she must know better than i do #but seeing the guy almost every day has never helped too much yet here i am #itself the past 10pm post where i think that life's miserable #i'll be over it in the morning #vent #my post #*that i'm not a lost cause #*it's the past 10pm post

[becca-e-barnes]

Cannot stop thinking about making a really submissive Bucky cum until he can't anymore 😵‍💫

I love the thought of working load after load from him and the way that he'd go from being pretty quiet and composed to whimpering and writhing, unsure if he needs more or less of your touch.

Getting him to a stage where he feels empty. He feels like he has nothing left to give you. You've made him watch as you jerk him off with a delightfully lubed hand, squeezing and tugging until his cock is twitching and throbbing and shooting thick, messy stripes of cum against your palm. You don't stop after he's finished though. His release only makes the glide of your hand smoother and the sight of his own pearly cum being worked back over his cock makes him hard again in no time.

"Please." He groans, throwing his head back, exposing his beautiful throat. Your hand tightens around his cock involuntarily and you find yourself almost wishing you had your other hand around his neck. "Please don't make me cum again. I-I can't."

Bless him, his strong thighs are twitching, his muscles tense, trying to force his body to listen to his brain for just a second.

"Sweetheart, I don't think you're empty yet. You gave me so much cum just a few minutes ago." You let yourself give in just a little, leaning over and kissing along the column of his throat, enjoying the light salty perspiration against your lips.

Bucky rolls his hips but it's hard for him to tell if he's trying to lean into your touch or away from it. In truth, he loves feeling like this. He loves having his cum milked from him and having no choice but to enjoy the mind numbing pleasure of your body.

His thighs are streaked with evidence of his own lust and he's almost ashamed that he's still hard. Not just as hard as he was when you started though.

"F-Fuck." The slick sound of your hand pumping him quickly is overwhelming. Your grip is tight on his shaft while you cup his balls, squeezing and teasing them gently, encouraging them to work overtime for you.

"I can't cum again. I can't." Bucky pants, whimpering when he forces his eyes to meet yours again.

"You told me that last time. I'm not sure when you decided it would be a good idea to lie to me but I promise you, it isn't." Your tone would make him tense but he's tense already, trying to hold back an orgasm he truly doesn't need.

"This is the last orgasm I want from you. You can manage it for me, can't you?" You sound so sincere this time, he can't help but agree.

"Good boy. Now cum nice and hard for me. I want to hear how pathetic you sound."

For the next few minutes, there are no sounds except the delightfully wet sound of your hand working lube and cum against his dick and the frantic moans of a man reaching a level of pleasure that verges just nicely on painful.

When he does cum, you let it splash against your palm once more and you notice how little he's able to provide you with. He's entirely empty, legs shaking but babbling how grateful he is for the way you touch him.

Now that he's spent, it feels like your turn to enjoy yourself while he watches and nothing sounds better than touching yourself with the hand that's covered in his cum.

#becca's thots #becca writes spice #subby!bucky #sub!bucky #it's official #I have the keys to my new house!! #I went over really early this morning and got started on my unholy deep clean #If it can be bleached I will bleach it #if it can't be bleached I will scrub it until it wishes it could've been bleached #and it's silly because it's really clean already #it's nice to get in and start planning my projects though #I'm thinking a little log burner in my main living room #my bedroom only really needs to be repainted so I'll do that by the end of the week #and then I'll move on to the kitchen but that'll be a bigger project

[pibafish]

ruining my sleep schedule even more with every messy swocket piece i stay up to finish after my bf falls asleep

#i'm very sure he'll like seeing this in the morning though so it's worth it #my art #swocket #rocket phighting #sword phighting #roblox fanart #phighting fanart #to be honest i've developed a very specific flavor of swocket i like #just kind of enjoying each other's warmth and unconditional love n comfort #like i'll take other flavors as long as they are sfw and not just straight ouchie ow no comfort stuff #but i appreciate this the most #tag ramble over #goodnight friends

[solomo-n]

symbolism of the flowers that Barbatos is preparing in his most recent UR+ animation

#Obey Me! #Barbatos #i'm not completely certain that those are morning glories so if u have a better idea lmk #he gives me this bouquet with the romance ‚ affection ‚ and innocence meanings #but i take it the wrong way and assume he's trying to tell me he wants to get married and start a family #needless to say we are both embarrassed on vday evening albeit for different reasons #anyways. ignore that i redownloaded obm again just for him. i'll get over it again in a min.

[grayisblogging]

batcat in batman #50 by tom king 🦇🖤🐈‍⬛

#cried on my floor over them yesterday morning #and i'll do it again! #batcat #batman #catwoman #bruce wayne #selina kyle #batman 2016 #comics #dc comics #mine

[mystandthemoon]

"Zewu-jun's hair is so smooth and soft."

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #cql #xiyao #lan xichen #meng yao #zewu jun #jin guangyao #i don't know what I am doing tbh #I haven't posted here in more than 3 years #and suddenly I am back with my heart broken and a broken ship #I did not sign for this pain #but yeah so i haven't drawn anything in years so idk #i might be back with more #or maybe I'll be blessed and stop angsting over xiyao #let's pretend they are still in hiding and meng yao just has the privilege to comb zewujun hair every morning

[kyouka-supremacy]

I think we should just bring back Wungo Wednesday and start a fandom collective anime rewatch

#Because otherwise I can feel I won't last much longer #Because like. The last two hyperfixations of mine ended the moment I started feeling like there wasn't any new content #And two days ago in one day I started a new manga a new book and rewatching a favourite show #Whereas I hadn't started anything new in the two years ever since I got into bsd. Which makes it NOT a good sign #But the bsd anime has now ended for one month and 25 days and that's the last time the plot actually moved forward. #And if I counted right. The manga took 4 chapters (that is chapters 110-111) to adapt 6 minutes #That means it's going to take another 12 months (18 minutes left to adapt. that's 12 more chapters) to catch up with the anime #Yeah I'm not. sticking around this long with nothing new to see I'm sorry #Best case scenario I take a one year hiatus but that doesn't make it sound likely that I'll be back #And I know it's fresh news as early as this morning that author said they were introducing a new character but like. #They also said they finished writing this arc like. One year and half ago if I remember correctly? #And we still have yet to see the end of i t so... #That is to say. I'll probably be starting an anime rewatch starting next Wednesday. I've been meaning to do it for a while anyway #I don't want to leave the fandom I like the one chapter a month format #On the positive news I still have a queue of original posts that spans over ten months #And I was meaning to start the reblogs queue too in these days. So there's that #random rambles

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

drawing Barnaby is incredibly Detrimental to my health because it consistently finds me like this:

#MY NECK HURTS <3 #i'll Realize. fix my posture #lose myself in the Love and then BOOM shrimping once more #i hunch over my tablet face To The Screen like some wild beast defending its kill #but with... Delight and Whimsy instead of bloodthirsty viciousness #shoulders hunched back Curled head down and jutted forward- #snf sob... love truly is pain.... #absolutely unprompted #THERE'S NO NEED FOR ME TO SIT LIKE THISSSSSS #I JUST GET SO ABSORBED!!! HE'S SO!!!! #completely related but there isn't enough Handsome Barnaby art #well. every image of him is handsome in my professional opinion #but you know what i mean!!!! #i need to put him in outfits.... #no. you know what i need? #a very very tiny pixelated image of him framed and hung on my wall #tiny frame. tiny barnaby. really just like. three blue pixels #that way when i wake up in the mornings i can look over and see The Pixels #and be filled with enough strength to Get Up #i need the motivation to get out of bed... i have been sleeping until 3 every day.... #methinks. tis not healthy #but yes. tiny barnaby in a frame please and Thank You!

[the-boney-rolls]

It was New York, around 1974, and I think it was around the first time they had gotten back together again. I got a knock at the door at the Pierre Hotel where I had taken over a suite for months and months…. About three in the morning there’s a knock on the door and John was there, and he had Paul with him! The two of them had been out on the town for the evening. He said “Can we come in? You won't believe who I've got here,” and I said, “Wow I thought you two had…” and he said, “No no, all that's going to change.” It was great! We just spent the evening talking. It was kinda a strange thing between them, there was a little bit of distance every now and again. But that must've been the first time they were back together since the big bust-ups. They actually asked me if I'd join the two of them and become a trio with them, and we'd change the name to something like David Bowie and The Beatles because they liked the idea of it being DBB. But, you know, the next morning it just never came to anything.

David Bowie on BBC 6 Radio Music in 2004

#presumably linda and may were there but he doesn't mention them so I'll choose to imagine they were having a boys night #and also that by “the next morning” he means they slept over #fic idea please #also i can't tell if this is just a more positive spin on the story may tells in loving john #about john and paul being sort of stand offish about young americans #but again i'll choose to believe this happened just as he told it #john lennon #paul mccartney #david bowie #the beatles #mclennon

[moonpaw]

did manga editing for 16 hours today

#wrapped up the incorrect font type this morning and then went over bon-chan's okama lines throughout alabasta saga #and then fixed up parts in skypiea #only one more volume left to get proof read then skypiea is finished #and then i'll upload these other fixes and make them public #ahh that was a lot of work in 1 day but i made a lot of progress im satisfied with #esp the font issue #looks good now looks natural #tonight ill probably take a small break from the manga for a day and focus on commissions

[foxgirlmoth]

Actually I'm deleting the app. Peace out Tumblr, its been a hell of a decade.

Cohost, Bluesky, twitter, Steam, Twitch, and Discord are all: Windfaemaiden

Might be all lowercase on Discord, and thats the best place to reach me. After that I might be on Cohost, my Twitter is a bit dead, and bluesky is. Eh. Talk to me on steam if you wanna game.

My alt accounts here are Windfaemaiden for my art blog, and my alt blog which is 18+ is mothgirlmilk.

I might check desktop tumblr in a while but this place has become too hostile and its just painful. I met the love of my life here by talking about Metroid. I love this girl so much and the place we met has been so actively hostile I just can't be here any more and it sucks so much. I get sentimental about so many things and I'm crying over losing the place I met my wife. Fuck.

I'm gonna miss a lot of you, if we ever even exchanged a reply or dm or ask or two, I would love to hear from you in the future. If this place gets better I might even be back, who knows. So many of you have become friends and people in my circle who I love to learn about.

💕💕💕💕💕

#runa diary #Maxine if you see this I'm sobbing rn this sucks so much #It feels like I'm leaving a little bit of both of in the past. #Like. Idk. This is where we met. This is where we met ;;^;; #I know I get to see you in person now and we have so many ways to talk now #But I think I'm just remembering our little talks on here and memories that I guess were made here #And its making me sob. Buh. #I love seeing your little thoughts and I love seeing you get excited about things and I love seeing the side of you #That I initially fell in love with #If you ever feel like it I'd love little messages just talking about the kind of stuff you say here. I love small talk with you #Thats what I'm gonna miss the most. #Just. Your presence in a place I can visit from my phone. #ily Maxie I'll talk to you in the morning love <3 #This is a love letter to ourselves from over 2 years ago and how we met and fell in love

[tj-dragonblade]

#14 for the spotify wrapped game!!!!!!!!

14 - The Islander by Nightwish

This is a longtime favorite song, but I've never necessarily thought about it for fic. So I pondered a bit, and pondered some more, and got an idea, and then it ran away with me. Oops.

Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world Showing the way, lighting hope in their hearts The ones on their travels homeward from afar

On an island at the end of the Space Between Worlds, there sits a lighthouse. Many are the doorways on this island, many are the worlds which can be reached from this twilight convergence, and the lighthouse stands steadfast in their midst, shrouded in perpetual night. The landscape shifts endlessly, never the same for any two travelers, and the lighthouse guides each to the doorway that they seek.

The Lighthouse Keeper is old, and young, and ageless; he is male and female and neither, human and inhuman both, everything and nothing at once. He would appear different to every person who looks upon him, but none ever do and he gives it no thought.

The Lighthouse Keeper is a solitary being, devoted to his duty; he keeps the light burning, keeps travelers on their intended paths. This is his purpose. This is why he exists. Travelers are barely aware that the lighthouse is there, and that is as it should be. Travelers do not enter the lighthouse.

Until, one day, someone does.

"Well met, Stranger!" the Traveler calls, hand raised in greeting, and the Lighthouse Keeper can only stare.

"You should not be here," is what he says at last.

"I'm sorry for intruding, then," the Traveler replies, "only I pass by your lighthouse time and time again, and I had wished to give you my thanks for your steadfast guidance! I'll be on my way!"

"No one enters the lighthouse," is what the Keeper says next, for he still cannot fathom this anomaly.

"Oh, well. Perhaps I'll pop in to say hello again next time I pass," the Traveler says then, and the words are steeped in something which might be pity or might be curiosity, and the Keeper watches the Traveler depart and wonders at the oddity of the meeting.

It vexes him, this impossibility made possible. Travelers do not perceive the fullness of the lighthouse. It lights their way from beneath their conscious mind, guiding them through the perpetual twilight on the paths they cannot see to the doorway that they need. It should not be possible for a traveler to enter.

And yet.

"Hello, Stranger!" the Traveler calls, some passage of time later. "A pleasure to see you again!"

"I do not understand," says the Keeper, perplexed. "How is it that you are here?"

"I was passing by again," says the Traveler, "and since I told you last time I'd say hello—"

"You should not know of this place," the Keeper interrupts. "It is not possible."

"But you're right here," the Traveler protests, "your lighthouse is right here, every time I pass by. You always help me see which way I need to go."

"None see this place, none know of this place," the Keeper insists.

"Except you, of course," says the Traveler. "And me?"

"And you," the Keeper agrees, his worldview shifting to accept the undeniability of this truth. "Well met, Traveler."

The Traveler visits each time he passes, a mere exchange of greetings at the start, pleasantries that the Lighthouse Keeper at first finds tedious; but more and more they become appreciated as they continue to occur. And when the Traveler begins to share details of his travels, the Keeper finds that he appreciates this as well.

"I am bound for the shores of Toor Naghen," says the Traveler, "to ply my trade as a sailor awhile."

"May the seas bring good fortune to you," the Keeper replies, pouring tea into a pair of small china cups that had appeared in the lighthouse kitchen two visits ago.

"The mountains of Vanaheim call to me," the Traveler confides when next he passes through. "I don't know what awaits me there, but it will surely be worth the journey."

"Most assuredly," the Keeper agrees, and offers a tentative hint of a smile in parting.

"Have you ever seen the first spring blooms in Tír na nÓg?" the Traveler asks at their next meeting, eyes shining. "Only, you seem like a person who appreciates beauty, and I have never seen anything that could compare."

The Keeper shakes his head and gazes across the table, where the soft golden-brown aura of the Traveler brings life to the grey of the lighthouse keep, where the light in his eyes and the warmth of his smile chase the chill from the whole of the empty room.

Yes, he appreciates beauty.

"This is for you," his Traveler announces on his next visit. "The artisans in Shangri-la, they do remarkable work, and…it made me think of you."

It is a piece of dark stone, masterfully hewn to cylindrical smoothness, a brilliant bluish gem fixed in the narrower end so that it does suggest a lighthouse, in its most basic shapes.

"You are kind," the Keeper says, closing his hand around the stone, and his Traveler's smile only grows warmer.

And so the time passes, his Traveler coming and going and growing no older, full of stories and wonders and beautiful things from all manner of worlds that he shares with the Lighthouse Keeper, who grows quietly ever more fond of his visitor.

"Do you never leave this place?" asks his Traveler, when next they meet.

"Who would tend the lighthouse, were I to go?" replies the Keeper, serenely, but the question strikes him deeply. He has been the Lighthouse Keeper since the beginning of everything; he has always been here. He is the lighthouse and the lighthouse is him. This is his duty; this is his function.

But sometimes, he is. So tired.

"Have you no one to share your burden, then?" his Traveler inquires, kindly, "no one to ease your loneliness?"

The Lighthouse Keeper is stung, unduly, by his Traveler's perception, and he bares his teeth to hide the wound. "You dare suggest I have need of companionship?"

"Yes. Yes, I do," his Traveler confirms, with aching sincerity in his voice, and the Keeper is incensed.

"What need have I of company, of one such as you?" he sneers, vicious and cruel. "Begone, and leave me in peace." And he retreats to the top of his tower, where the perpetual moon shines upon him, alone.

His Traveler leaves him be, for a time, and the warmth he had brought to the lighthouse begins to fade. The Keeper laments that loss, laments the creeping chill that had never troubled him in all the long eons of his duty but is now unbearable for having known the warmth he might have in its stead. Still, when his Traveler at long last returns, his pride does not permit that the Keeper bend.

"My friend, please, let me apologize," his Traveler begs, but the Keeper refuses to see him.

"You are unwelcome here," he declares, and tells himself it is satisfaction that he feels when his Traveler departs at last, spirits low.

It is not so long a wait before his Traveler again returns. "My friend," he begs once more, "do not turn me away, let me make amends—"

"You are unwelcome here," the Keeper repeats, refusing to open his door, and weeps in the cold of his empty keep when his Traveler finally retreats.

A third time his Traveler returns, with little of hope in his bearing. He is weary, bedraggled, but his call at the door is resolute. "My friend, I beg of you. Let me make right the offense I have given, please do not turn me away."

The Keeper moves to speak, to tell him once more that he is unwelcome, but his heart stays his tongue. If he speaks it a third time, then it will be true, and…the Keeper is prideful, and unyielding, but…he does not wish for this to be made true. After all. His Traveler has named him Friend, three times now, and so that must be true—and a friend would not be unwelcome, no matter how the Keeper's pride might sting to admit that he had erred, to allow his vulnerabilities to be perceived.

He opens the door.

"My Friend," breathes his Traveler, relief lighting every line of his body, his beautiful face, and the Keeper cannot pretend any longer that his pride matters more than this being of warmth and life and joy.

"I apologize," he offers, before his Traveler can say ought else. "I have treated you poorly, and I would. Make amends. Please. Come in."

His Traveler smiles, and it chases the cold from the Keeper's limbs effortlessly.

"It was callous of me to presume you lonely, and I am sorry for the offense," his Traveler begins as they sit at the kitchen table, as the Keeper pours them tea, and oh how he has missed the warmth of this ritual, the brightness his Traveler brings.

"I took offense because it was true, and it vexed me to be so easily known," he replies. "I am lonely, my friend, and I have missed you fiercely."

"I have missed you, as well," his Traveler declares, eyes shining, and the Keeper's heart is overfull.

"Where do your travels next take you?" he inquires, through the soft smile that will not leave his face.

His Traveler grins, brighter than the sun. "Here, to your door," he declares. "I'll not travel on til you bid me leave. If you'll have me?"

"I will, old friend," the Keeper agrees.

His Traveler leans across the corner of the table between them, and places his big hands gentle and warm on the Keepers face, and kisses him full on the lips. "Then I shall stay," he murmurs.

And, for the first time in the memory of anything, dawn breaks over the lighthouse on the island at the end of the Space Between Worlds.

===

(Hob does leave again eventually; he is the Traveler, not the Stays-in-One-Place-er. But he always spends ample time between journeys at the lighthouse with his Dream. And eventually they find another unique individual who becomes the Apprentice Lighthouse Keeper (hello Daniel) and Dream can join Hob on some of his travels and finally see the worlds he's been guiding people to his entire existence)

Spotify Wrapped Askmeme Post

#Dreamling #Sandman #Or I suppose you can read it as origi-fic if you like #TJs Fics #Alex thank you this turned into Something and I am pleased #I'll stick it up on AO3 once it's percolated a bit #I finished it at 1 this morning #and have given it a twice-over since waking #I'm pleased enough with it #but I absolutely cannot do this for all of the Spotify asks ahaha #especially not with the Secret Santa on my plate #askmemes #SpotifyWrapped Asks

[kelin-is-writing]

me, everyday, after waking up and not finding my pussy full to the brim with dabi’s cock:

#kelin's ramblings #kelin talks #bnha smut #mha smut #dabi smut #touya todoroki smut #i'm (rightfully) such a dramatic bitch over this istg #and i don't think i'll ever get over the disappointed i feel every morning after the realization like– #how is it fair for his monster dick to not be inside of me?????? #then everyone asks me why i'm always pissed in the morning #BRUH IS THE LACK OF DABI DICK #disappointment* btw #tsk to the keyboard for ruining my rant about dabi's dick

[a2zillustration]

You mentioned before that you wanted to put together a ref sheet for croissant. Have you had the chance to do that yet? I love the low-derail gremlin doodles, but I kinda wanna see a high res version of them!

Alriiiight fine. I'd been putting this off for a long time but now was a good a time to make a reference as any since my d&d group is having our art secret santa this month.

#I queued this up last night and was agonizing over it bc something just Wasn't Right - but I fixed their face this morning and NOW IT'S GOOD #Thank goodness for editable tags so I can replace my agonizing-commentary with telling you how I fixed it lmao #This was a basic front and back but I'll do a couple more drawings like one of my standard ref sheets with extra clothing options #This is the Bided Time robe - they are 5'5" - their eye shape is supposed to look more like fox or cat eyes #And thank you anon!! Thank you for finally kicking my butt into making this haha #croissant adventures #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #tav #bg3 tav

[fisheito]

do u understand. i need them side by side greeting eiden after a long day and i need eiden to suffer emotional whiplash from the subtext of his nickname enunciation

#yakumo is unabashedly. that happy ;w; emoji #and kuya's just like lolololol “eito-san???” girl. he's an insect #eiden: hey!!!!!!! just for that i'm gonna crawl all over u and break into your lighting fixtures. i'll show YOU insect #for the record i still hate kuya's hair #WHY DO YOU TAKE ME SO LONG TO DRAW! WHY!! #idk why but it was 5 in the morning and i was suddenly compelled to draw this #i could not rest until i did #i need kuya making fun of everyone. i need yakumo being completely unaware of kuya's mockery. specifically kuya's #i think i have enough characters hanging around now that i may start tagging them properly #yakumo #kuya #nu carnival

[shannonsketches]

Weird Horsegirl Ganondorf fun fact of today is that in Ocarina of Time Ganondorf rides without a bridle! Even in the concept art his horse lacks any bit or reigns (as does Epona, and every other horse).

What it mainly means is that the N64 didn't have the power to mess with an unnecessary complex item to render -- but what it could be interpreted to mean for the sake of fandom fun is that the horses are raised and trained to be ridden bridleless.

Not to be up my own headcanons about horses being a big thing in Gerudo Valley and Malon's mom being Gerudo and there being a reason that Gan's horse is specified as a pure black Gerudo Stallion because other Gerudo horses don't look like that but -- have you seen the dressings on the other horses?

All of them, even Zelda's horse, have a call to Gerudo patterning. Except for Epona, who was only able to be approached, touched, and ridden by Link and presumably Malon herself.

It's no secret that the Gerudo are more or less pulled from African and Arabic cultures, but fun fact about Arabian horses, they used to be given as prized gifts to royalty and important political figures.

So if they are inspired by Arabian horse history --

Although the specific area of the Arabian Peninsula where the breed originated can’t be pinpointed, it is widely accepted that around 2500 B.C., the Bedouin people were responsible for developing the desert horses that became the ancestors of the Arabian horse. The nomads’ keen horse sense and meticulous attention to proper care and breeding created an animal that could withstand the harsh environment of the desert, surviving extreme heat and cold with little water and the food they shared with their handlers. A life of travel also required horses with great lung capacity, endurance and stamina. (x)

It's very possible that all of the horses in OoT have ancestry in Gerudo Valley!

#lays on the ground and thinks about how Zelda's horse might've been a gift from Gerudo Valley celebrating her birth #anyway i'll be over here!!! thinking about Gerudo and Horses and still being salty I can't ride in the desert in the wilds era aklsjd #clinging to my Malon's Mom Was Gerudo because usually dairy farmers don't breed horses -- it's a different specialty and a full time job #and Talon is definitely more dairy farmer so. It makes sense to me that Mama was doing the horse breeding. And mama had the red hair. #And Ingo was SO eager to kiss Gan's ass which seems to me like he's been there before -- and he wouldn't if his horse was Gerudo bred #anyway tl;dr this is a hill i cry on #I told my friends once that I hc the Gerudo came to get Mal's mom when she got sick and she refused to leave even if it would've saved her #and that they would come back for her body so she could be buried in her homeland #and when Malon was old enough she'd be welcome there but of course when Malon was old enough Ingo didn't let her leave #and she wouldn't leave the horses behind -- just like her mama. there was just no safe way to get herself and the animals out #anyway. :) good morning. #lozhc #oot eidolon