#technecally?

[carsaadi]

GAUUUHHH I LOVE DRAWING TEETH SO MUCHH

Based off this songg i found: X

[eepywepy]

here you guys can have these wallpapers imade i made fangs because i love fang and duris because i love duri

[caliginouscat]

One week until 5.0???? Oh my gosh…

[creepbryophyta]

Little shuri for your troubles!

[mildlylesbian]

"I don't want Jimmy to die first again!" This "Jimmy needs to survive til the end!" that.

You fools are forgetting that he is doomed to the narrative. He is the canary, the games are the coal mine, and he will never come out alive. It is written in the very rules of the game, "Jimmy Dies First." There is no escaping this fate.

[the-quo-crow]

joined rarepair sever bc a friend was in it and found this fic about burgerpants and doggo. And. I just thought that was funny

[Fic is here, rated M]

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

top 5 novels?? :)

epic of gilgamesh + sharp objects + hadji murat + the picture of dorian gray + the raven boys (cringe idc i love it)

[51-queer-frogs]

dose it make sense i am dying why are arms so fucking hard they're letirally metal you dumb smartes man in the world eveil scientist i ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[just-a-mod]

Please, for us.

something i wanted to draw after seeing all the kisses that were going around

im apparently not good at drawing intimate stuff, but i liked this uwu

[heartofthewretched]

more of this. i kept breaking into his kitchen until he liked me

[case-electris]

yall don't get it.... people with red/blue color schemes together.... mhhhhhhh

i can think of 4 of the top of my head rn and nghh all 4 of them are GOOOD

[maskmoth]

i wonder if i should try my hand at an art sideblog again

[divineforrest]

Does anyone else think about how its so weid that humans drink the baby juice of other animals?

[astrumnihilum]

not my ocs changing 100000 times in one year... I think this is better than the ogs though

[find-the-path]

Oc-tober Day 2 - Beginnings - Ryndel

"Well! That should be the last of it,"

Surveying the clean, bare room before him with hands on hips, Ryndel at last allows a tentative smile to bloom on his face. The better part of two months have passed since the refugees of Edhelion had finished the trek south to Celondim, and the empty room represents the very last of people's belongings restored to their new homes.

The Dourhands hadn’t actually destroyed much of Edhelion at all, or at least the structure of it. The most damage sustained had been to the---

So they'd managed to get a lot out in the evacuation.

Celondim isn’t a large settlement by any stretch of the imagination, for all that it had endured since the rise of Lindon. Usually, it houses river-fishers and farmers, and those who prefer trees to the open land closer to the sea. Most Elves of the Ered Luin had lived farther west, in Mithlond proper, or north, in Edhelion.

Now, of course, that all had changed. The Elves of Edhelion still living numbered nearly two hundred, and the wounded in the scores. the hassle of building shelters, summoning healers from Mithlond, and squeezing three hundred Elves into a space ment for half that number had taken months and was still ongoing. Even Lord Círdan has ventured upriver to help figure out the logistics.

Ryndel isn’t exactly certain when the refugees had elected him their spokeperson alongside Dorongúr, but nonetheless he has been heavily involved in the process. He is a young Elf still, too young to have lived under Gil-galad's reign, much less Fingon's as had Dorongúr. Really, his only position of any note was---

Unconciously, his hand drifts to his belt, where an unadorned longsword sits in its leather sheath, drawn only once since he had been gifted it. Dorongúr has told him it had been meant as a sort of graduation present for that Yule, now passed, when he should have lived twenty years as a student. As things had gone, autumn was still in flower when it had been pressed into fumbling hands by his master, accompanied by a swift smile and a soft push in the right direction.

On a whim, he draws it now. There are small runes engraved into the gleaming steel--- cirth rather than tengwar, the easier to engrave for an inexperienced craftsman. Though the sword itself had been forged by the best of Rivendell, Talagan had inscribed the words himself. A well-wish, a blessing, a farewell, a declaration of pride, or all. Or perhaps merely what his master thought of as poetic.

It is a fine blade, much like the one his master bore, which now sits snapped, perhaps, beneath twenty tons of solid stone. He sheaths it once more, and turns for the door.

[icarusredwings]

Im just gonna leave this here for the people who dont understand simmten. This is bassically them.

Spoilers+ class ahead.

Hello, welcome to my 'is that simm?' Class where I'll be teaching you about the difference between sax and simm master. Yes, I know it's confusing for your tinylittle brain, but this is not Saxon master.

This is saxon master.

No, I dont care that his name is harold saxon. Because we needed a way to tell the twink and the dilf apart. Two different guys, you see?

(They're literally the same guy, but stfu, im teaching you ungreatful swine. Quite down in the back!)

This is Simm. He's a bit of a weirdo.

This is also Simm. He's even more of a weirdo.

And this is collard simm. He's different from the other simms because he has a collar. This makes the Simm feel obligated to bite. So beware of that. Wild simms should never be approached, but if you're able to collar one, you can train him with entire rotisserie chickens.

Ones on cocaine, ones on heroin, ones on both. You decide which is which.

The older one is on Xanax and technecally killed him- herself(?) I like to think it was therapeutic for him in a way.

Anyway ‼️

Thanks for coming to my class. For your home work I want you to write an essay about what you learned. Itll be 80% of your grade.