dear skeevy-looking guy who sat in your SUV at a stop sign through a very large break in traffic, knowing that I would have to cross the street you were stopped on, staring at me as I walked down the sidewalk and waiting to wave me over to you
fuck you, you are a creeper
that is all
The Legend of Dragoon - the divine tree
“The Divine Tree is the Tree of Life. All life comes from this Divine Tree. In the beginning, nothingness filled the world. Then, The Creator Soa descended from the sky. He and his followers created the world. In the end, Soa sowed a seed on the earth. The seed soon grew to be a great tree. The great tree bore 108 fruits and various lifeforms arose from the ripened fruits. Thus, 108 forms of life created to fill the world. The Divine Tree completed its rule, but the story says it is still protected by the Signet of Soa. It is like this, the world was established with a fate determined by Soa.” - Bishop Dille
all these fucking comics saying just “drop everything and do what you love, artists, cost is no object”, they never end, there’s so many of them
where is the comic that says “artists! make it easier to comfortably fund doing what you love by drawing dragons fucking on commission on furaffinity, eventually building up enough of a portfolio that you’re paying rent every single time you draw two fantasy monster dicks frotting furiously against each other”
This is actually 100% the way to go no joke
s rank supports
Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
so I have been invited to my very first bachellorette party
EDIT: also apparently the girl who is organizing it also throws “passion parties” (like avon or tupperware parties but with sex toys) so yeah this might be a fucking adventure
To Vivienne, there are no impractical clothes, only impractical people. Her magnificent attire is a sign of her station, the jewel of the high court of Orlais where wealth, power, and beauty are inextricably linked.
A thousand arrows would pierce her breast before Vivienne would don beaten steel for so base an urge as protection. If one must wear armor, then have it flatter the form. Hide it beneath fine fabrics more becoming of one’s status, for steel alone will not protect you from the barbed tongues of Orlais.
To dress for comfort or purpose is a scandal—fashion and splendor are all that matter to Vivienne. Shower yourself in gold, let only the finest silks grace your skin, and wear a king’s ransom in pearls and silver upon your feet. Leave the stained tunics and rough cloaks to the commoners and their mud farms–a proper Orlesian climbs mountains in her evening gown, standing taller at the summit in her formidable high-heeled shoes. (Character guide download here)