Sound Mind, Sound Soul

23 / F / Bi as fuck. Hi this is a fellow trash blog; posts are subject to whatever. I blog about Bioware games, Blizzard antics, Bethesda shennaigans, and bees. I don't post consistently. Everything ends up here, seriously. Aesthetic is Soul Eater always.

[anticurses]

[kosmogrl]

[staff]

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

[ceresria]

dreamer ⋆˚✿˖°

[livesuffer]

please do not engage i am better as a concept

[dreg-heap]

We used to make posts about loki on here

[ferretteeth]

I love this post so much. “we used to make posts about loki on here” is the gentlest way possible to describe this website’s history. It’s like saying einstein dabbled in science

[krakenapolo]

The most beautiful you’ll see today <3!

[buddygrouse]

healing my dog with soda pops

[departmentoloretorum]

Every other faction in Warhammer 40k: There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.

Orks:

[chromacattios]

my designs for timeskip versions of brendan and may (specifically oras) may's the champion and brendan is a professor !!

[bgm05]

wow players having to stand in lines for a quest because a relevant npc can only talk to one player at a time. is the funniest image on the planet

[bgm05]

i need to correct this: wow classic doesn’t have any npcs that can only talk to one player at a time. these lines actually formed for a quest npc that players had to kill to complete the objective. knowing that i think this image is even funnier.

[thediscossessed]

Literally this

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

My favourite is the guy saying, “This is like being at the dmv”

[panicawa]

Pearl fusions!

[puromu]

ncr ranger in the rain … hello little buge

[dogpuppy]

[euclidparabellum]

It's been ages since I did digital art. It had to be for a good reason.

[dogpuppy]

[a-driftamongopenstars]

mass effect 2 is INSANE. you are a decorated soldier, special ops of the galaxy. you possess knowledge of the deadly future to come, no one believes you. you die. you die gruesomely. you are brought back to life by a terrorist organization you've been fighting against. you owe them your life. you use them. they use you. the future you knew would come is here. no one is safe.

is that still you, by the way? in that body? that died? is that still you? how do you know?