I used to live completely isolated against my will in a hyper Christian home but today I turned down an invitation to a goth rave because my polycule is coming over to play dnd that night and I think growth is cool
Trudging along, bells toiling, the god of mercy visits the plains once more in search of lost souls in need of saving. A lush flower grove grows beneath their hooves, only to quickly rot and age underneath the crimson cloak. The scent of herb coated the ancient long gone architecture with new vigor.
Narinder still clings to their ancient master, loyal as always joining the solemn walk. He announces his blessed day, he made a friend, looking up to the towering beast for a sign that he has been heard. He almost wishes to choke a sob, for he sees there's none. A trudge, new life, for it to end, the echos of chimes, an omen of sleep. He remembers the days when he despised the infant god for their childish, the cursed mocking laughter of a sickly kind soul, to see the joy written on their face, to see how proud they were when the news was given. Delight that Narinder is no longer so lonesome with the new family. He'd give anything to break this damned curse, just to see that annoying, pitiful, awful, smile again.
I've decided, I'm going to put the disaster is bisexual disaster and none of you can stop me!
Reblogging for memories sake
"i have to water the shitbird wait a minute"
"prosper stupid poultry"
Well it happened reddit offed itself and now the only left to go is tumblr, how did it come to this?
Just started watching Castlevania: nocturne and 10 seconds in they already gave us a new scary vampire daddy to fawn over.
I really wanted to accentuate the 'ghost' part of their typing.
So we have an 'armless' spino that forms arms with flame manipulation :)