I For Some Reason My First Though Was That It Was There In Real Life, You Just Couldn’t See It, And

“”“He””” probably should have realised a tad earlier tbh (dead gods there were so many signs 😭)

Open tags for y’all

Picrew tag game!- Create yourself now vs how you looked when you were a kid

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I was tagged by @cutebisexualmess for this but the chain was too long so I'm restarting!

If only that little girl could see me now (she'd probably think I was cool tbh)

uhm tagging: @b3achfagz (ik you dont do tag games so u can just ignore this but i though u might find it cool) @cassiecryptic @viktheviking1 @depressedgremlinbitch @ramencat12 @inkyslimee @the-horrifying-digital-circus @patipati @cute--thing @musicalsiphonophore @tastetherainbow290 @disenchantedwarlock @bookishcatcafe and anyone else who sees this and thinks it looks cool!!

The flag of the Faerie Revolutionary Alliance, the first of many resistance and revolutionary movements to collaborated with the Allies during the Faerie War to overthrow the Faerie Empire (names are a work in progress, I know that’s a lot of faeries). The war hammer represents what was seen as a “people’s weapon” due to needing little metal, the tree represents the home trees many faeries build/built their civilisations in.

Cart :3

Car lights - James Marriot

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

Good blog

Cheers!!

A world of ghosts

Deep beneath sun and soil they lie, compressed between strata like a flower pressed within a book. Mineral echoes of beings that had perished in time immemorial, mimics of stone crafted in remembrance of the majesty each colosal femur and the intricate filaments of each tiny feather, eulogies to the gods of old who’s true remains have long since been reduced to nothingness, every treasure telling the story of a life long extinguished.

Upon the soil where they rest, the living still sing of those left behind. Menacing thorns and colossal fruits tell tales of ancient behemoths whose bellows and roars once filled now empty forests, viscous horns and nimble hooves speak of predators that now hunt only in nightmares, pointless flowers mourn silent wings with tapestries of colour and abstract portraits.

Artefacts too recall the years near forgotten. Spear points dredged by unsuspecting trawlers recite ballads of those ancient hands napping flints in a sunken world, clays and charcoal adorning cave and crag echo those lost beasts of yore and the equally forgotten hands that depicted them, potsherds and rubble mark the graves of empires once thought immortal.

Countless stories of those that came before surround us in our world of ghosts, a transient beauty, a great tapestry that will stretch from the sweltering forge of its birth to the cleansing flames of its destruction, and a story we all shall one day join.

Finally finished the most commonly found sophonts on mars (and those with main characters in the comic I’m planning). Gonna finish the character reference sheets now

Perspective is pain

Absolutely speedran this one (how the hell are feathers less of a pain in the neck than a front-facing perspective?)