I May Not Be Able To Donate But I Can Spread The Word To Those Who Can Donate. If You Are Like Me And

Having no menstrual products and no toilet paper, the big ass spiders are chill tho also the bandits are scary, like imagine being in a small town that gets raided

If you were teleported to tamriel right now what would be the worst part about living there? And why is it the giant fucking spiders?

I do want to know the answer for real tho so let me know uwu

Blood countess - Rex - Dog days

Fuck it. Reblog this post with one to three songs you associate your WIP. Character themes, setting inspiration, just Vibes, whatever, go nuts

If you don’t agree leave my page and don’t ever come back.

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

Me too sis, me too (but with Dah)

me: *having a good day*

my brain: remember, ull from far cry primal is not real and you will never have sex with him

me: :(

Once again if your not okay with this leave my page!!!

Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender

let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out

"She Who Last Saw The Stars

"She who first saw the stars"

The main and only actual goddess in my dnd.

Backstory:

Long ago before time, before the stars even existed two races existed in the never ending abyss, one who only ever knew peace and magic and the other swallowed in hate, the Corrupts as they are now known as wanted to be the only one and so they devised a plan. The corrupts would kill their other half, the Jxulx (translates to peace) had not been prepared and where almost instantly wiped out in the first wave, only few still stood and even less had been unharmed. The peace they once had was shattered, the once quite abyss was now filled with the wails of destroyed family's and the crunching of broken bodies, the once happy and joyful home of the Jxulx was smeared in their blood.

The Jxulx gathered anything that they could use as a weapon and tried to rebel against the Corrupts, the Jxulx now blinded by rage and sorrow for their dead, went to attack the Corrupts but it went horribly, they had only been able to take down a few of the Corrupts (The corrupts took up a tradition of killing the weak among them so there was only a few of them that was left.) as they had expected this and stood ready, annihilating the Jxulx, only one had been left standing, scared and traumatised she stood in the flames of her dead in, her mind raced with what she had just witnessed, her life flashed before her, looking, searching for something to save her and only one thing stood out, a taboo ritual, she gathered her remaining strength and let the chant spew out her mouth as she made her kins bones into a staff, she held the staff above her head and start to desperately scream the chant, the Corrupts had laughed at first before they screamed.

She turned the dead bodies of her kin into what we now know as stars, the light was blinding and it burned the Corrupts, seven of them lashed out and attempted to attack her but the heat of the stars only grew, the seven Corrupts slashed and clawed at her but it was no use as she kept dodging and running, they chased her all across the universe till the had ended up in an area far from the stars and other Corrupts, the last Jxulx desperately did all she could and came out victorious in the process she had gouged ones eye out and turned it into the sun and had made the other planets on accident (she pointed the staff in the wrong direction). Once the battle was done she looked at all the stars and was horrified to see, she was the last of her kind, she may have pushed the remaining Corrupts back but at what cost?

She spent many cycles regaining her strength and looked at the 7 Corrupts bodies that she had clumped into a ball, out of sheer loneliness she took her staff once again and purified the corpses as best as she could, she turned their bones into the stone of the Earth, their flesh the ground and their blood into water, she made creatures out of the things she use to draw as a child and soon this new home of hers became liveable.

The air was sweet and there was no longer the deafening silence... but she was still lonely, she had no one to talk to, no one to share her home with and so she slumped back into her depression, the creatures she created grew more and more concerned about her as the days went by, eventually one of the creatures she had named birds came to her carrying her staff of bones, once again did her eyes have that bright sheen that they missed, the woman picked up her staff for the very last time and created the races, elves came first, she had made them look as close to her people whilst still letting them be different in their own ways, she had created sea elves, light elves, wood elves (multiple sub-types of wood elves) and dark elves, she had created the other races after that over the time-span of many days - filling the world with unique individuals sadly this came at a cost, taking lives was easy but making them meant she had to sacrifice pieces of her own soul to make them but she could careless she had filled the world and her creations loved her, they knew her as the Mother, eventually she became to weak to continue to exist and so she had 'passed away' (she didn't actually she only fell into a coma under the Earth), her children mourned her but life carried on, they built civilisations, made bibles that got muddled and caught in mistranslation over time.

Eventually over time the Corrupts baneful energy risen once more, creating monsters out of her sweet creatures and children, this is why the guilds where made, too keep her hard work forever safe, so that she may live in our hearts forever more.

(I wrote this very, very late, no caffeine at all and I will not bother to edit it, get out of my cooch)

(https://meiker.io/play/15623/online.html this is what I used to make her)

My family is still staying in half of the church that wasn’t affected by the bombing because there is nowhere else to stay other than tents. They are limited to one small meal a day and one shower a week. They are sleeping on the floors, but no one can sleep since there is bombing everywhere around them. Even when there is no bombing, they can still hear the loud buzzing sound of the military planes above them, which would keep anyone who hears it awake. Along with everything, My grandma has diabetes and osteoporosis, so she can’t walk. She has to take her insulin medication along with many others; however, she has run out of many of her medications.” Am on my knees requesting for donation. Target $450

I am sorry but I am quite literally unable to donate anything but what I can do is spread the word to people who can donate

@kiir-do-faal-rahhe here she is, I tried to get her as close looking as possible in game

I just like snakes and this one is very cute!

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

there you go dearie

Reblog to give the person you reblogged it from the energy to do one (1) chore or maybe many