C R A B

C r a b

day 1 of getting over my fear of public social media

Quick doodle of a sleepy Gabbro, probably dozed off while looking through the notes Hornfels had them read

actually i didnt talked about This joke enough

of course the house of change, a belief that strive towards individuality and hails the ever-changing nature, would fucking LOATHE crabs. because theyre the optimal living organism. everything one way or another evolves into a crab.

fucking incredible

can you imagine being mirabelle isat. can you imagine barely escaping the king's takeover by the skin of your teeth and its only because of the sacrifice of everyone else. can you imagine going to vaugarde's defenders, the people specifically designated to help you in situations like this, and all but one refuse. you tell them everyone will be frozen in time, that you almost were, that they will be frozen and they refuse. can you imagine seeing more and more of your home frozen in perpetual decay. can you imagine your only companions, the only people left, being strangers you've known for barely a few months. can you imagine having to bring a child in your quest to save the world because there is nobody left to take them. can you imagine fighting remnants of grief of people you know, and they can rip out an eye in one attack. can you imagine spending what might be your last days trying to sort through dating profiles and trying to force yourself to fit the mold of your religion. can you imagine praying and waiting for your god, the god you're fighting to honor, and only being able to hope they show up for once. can you imagine being home again but its the furthest place from home