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froopoo:

apparently I like disemboweled floating torsos
for you, anon

froopoo:

apparently I like disemboweled floating torsos

for you, anon

do you have a personal blog for your art or something?
Anonymous

yes I do

It’s mostly nonsense and reblogs and me whining about missing my dad

I’m taking commissions too if anyone cares e Ue ))

in the about, shouldn't you put "he's dead"? lol
Anonymous

 Yes, ‘lol’. That’s extremely funny, as my sharp, two-edged sarcasm is sending you cowering into the furthest corner of the internet. Kneel before me and quake, for I am Galadriel I mean Froo.

 In an ideal world, this account would actually be deleted. Since I am a sentimental idiot of a teenager, I’m keeping it. I also have a few subblogs on here that I’m too lazy to transfer.

 Accordingly, the acronym K.I.A. has been present on his ‘about’ page for about two weeks now.

 Goo goo j’goob.

skyrimconfessions:

“I get irrationally mad when Ondolemar claims it was the Thalmor who saved Tamriel from the Oblivion Crisis. It was Martin Septim, how dare he claim otherwise.”
http://skyrimconfessions.tumblr.com

skyrimconfessions:

“I get irrationally mad when Ondolemar claims it was the Thalmor who saved Tamriel from the Oblivion Crisis. It was Martin Septim, how dare he claim otherwise.”

http://skyrimconfessions.tumblr.com

Relapse.

lizardchampion:

He was starting to regret leaving Baurus at Sar’s.

“It would be safer for him. Plus Kabel enjoys his company. For now, I think it’d be best.”

The Altmer had been right, of course. What if by some fluke, the Thalmor got him again? He couldn’t put the Alfiq in that situation twice. And some happy stuff wouldn’t hurt the kid. But gods was ‘Tail missing him now. Baurus felt like that one little string that kept an otherwise entirely tattered robe from falling apart. The kitten gave him something to focus on. 

Make sure Bar gits fed. Make sure he’s clean. Don’ let him git hurt. Keep him outta trouble. Make sure he’s happy. 

But the warm fur and gentle purring weren’t here right now. All ‘Tail had for company were his own thoughts. Something he didn’t like. Not in the least.

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retiredthalmor:

ethvalla:

I got this anon:

The world looks like butterflies and feathered wings with wolverine claws, Ethvalla giggles as she catches air in her hands and traps it between in her cupped hands, giggling becoming song as she crowns herself with a crown made of laughter and the smell of dandelions, the mountains all bow and the trees all incline their own crowns. Ethvalla hums as she places pink and blue flowers in the fur of a dead werewolf.

And I got a little carried away….

((I’m so glad you liked it! I remembered you said you liked weird crowns and I was just waiting for an excuse to give one of your characters one!

And this painting is so so so beautiful! The colours are amazing!

Also, I don’t know if it’s bad form to tell if I was the anon? Should I not?

lizardchampion:


“Well hello there! Welcom’ ta Mrs. Ainarr’s caravan a’ voluptuous profess-ee-nals! What can we do fer you lovely people t’day?”

OOC: ‘Tail adored being a prostitute. He got lots of attention. And the company he worked for in Elsweyr were the best group ever. He loved them.

lizardchampion:

“Well hello there! Welcom’ ta Mrs. Ainarr’s caravan a’ voluptuous profess-ee-nals! What can we do fer you lovely people t’day?”

OOC: ‘Tail adored being a prostitute. He got lots of attention. And the company he worked for in Elsweyr were the best group ever. He loved them.

Sinclaire didn't die alone. He took the happiness of the Shipyard with him
Anonymous

what

no

you’re silly ))

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lizardchampion:

…’S jus’ you an me now, little man.

lizardchampion:

…’S jus’ you an me now, little man.