This Is Me Except I Instead I Add 10000 Useless Tags That No One Follows

this is me except I instead i add 10000 useless tags that no one follows

wait everyone also does that it's just normal

wait was that sarcastic

"do you wanna add tags?" No tumblr, I wish for my words to be seen only by the mold in my walls and the dust bunnies I have yet to clean up

Also look look! I can put animals on the shields, look look! I had so much fun making these little emblems!

So i'm working on a tiny roll & write about being a giant dragonness and conquering the land and burninating the countryside and uh I'm kind of trying to make """"""art""""" for it lmao

chat is this cringe

for a moment i thought this was a regular artwork about "those episodes where they go on a bender and have to figure out what happened to them"

then i remembered those episodes didn't exist three days ago and aren't in the anime actually

just wanted to call to say i love you

The bark and stones are yellow In the dim afternoon light - Overgrown with pink rashes (like scar tissues) Dripping ichor from half-finished thoughts Onto sacred ground. Metal vines hold plastic flowers To teach them that plastic can wilt. (Hanging cages hold captive suns.)

They sit in animal thrones Of black skin and bones Wearing heavy mantles Of woven autumn skies And they look upon the votive bowl's Ocre ceramic And the ivy's drying leaves, painted onto the bowl " It is thirsty," they say as they stand.

They walk down the hall Further down still through the dark narrow passage Of the sleeping cave - Rotting fruits pile at the bottom of the walls, Until they reach the grey dust path. Dust covers their feet - it smells Of old coins and wet stones. Not a word falls from their lips.

They reach the archway At the entrance of a black grass clearing Perfectly circular, dotted with Bundles of whiteflower navelworts. They walk down the path to the well at the center Holding their cloak against their skin - It is not cold outside, But they feel the cold still.

They throw the bucket off the edge Dark wood covered in moss and Discolored patches. They lower it carefully with the rough, heavy rope (For the rope is getting old and the bucket as well). The calluses on their hands Rubbing against the strands of the heavy rope As they hear the wood limply hit the dirt.

"The well is dry", they think. And as the bucket comes back It is (sure enough) empty, only wet With mud and silt. So they walk back, back through the woods On the grey dust path. "In the shed, we might still find One of our old spells." But they had forgotten that The shed is gone, and the spells as well.

So they walk back Through the eerily empty streets - Through the halls And caves that sleep, Up to the altar with the ceramic bowl. Into the throne they sit, whispering wordless apologies. Closing their eyes - they watch as the ivy wilts - Trapped in a temple that they themselves built.

27/09/24

So i saw your blazed post, and this is an actual legit banger actually, so thank you for this

My new album Oh Boy is out now!

For fans of David Bowie, Of Montreal, Disco (the genre), Late of the Pier, Kate Bush and more. It's a rapid cycling romp through funky 70s style disco pop with lots of synths and deep, moody soundtrack pieces with... lots of synths. Hope you like it, I am but an independent artist trying to find cool people like you!

I'm sorry but this goes unreasonably hard, also I kind of want to see if I can play a game of Thousand Years Old Vampire with this concept

Older than history itself

What if the oldest vampire was a Neanderthal girl 🤔