#ideaaaas

[ratrogine]

too tired n out of it to draw anythin atm buuuuut tatsuki and lefia with matching bracelets [with the stars on the toyboxs in lefias part or something]

that is all ◠⸜⸝◠

[melviships]

(taps mic) Firewatch AU (leaves)

[heavenlyfuckers]

Send me Good Omens prompts and I'll write them

Please :(

[littleblighter]

I’m starting to think I might need to do a bit of tweaking to corpus out of game. Seeing him in the cc is making me think I should play around with his age differently. Maybe bust out older Corpus or something! At least change up his past romance with the Templar Gryff.

[palanaidin]

Dream Journal #2: More Bollywood (But Better)

So there have been a lot of dreams since the last journal, and the fact this one also has to do with Bollywood is not why I mention it now. Unlike most of my dreams earlier to this, this dream had potential to become a story. 

Before the potential dream there was a short dream, it involved me and my sisters trying to mario-cart style run up a wall into our, now dragon, Grandmother’s mouth. Only I managed to do it, or really even try. And then we get to the good part.

The dream begins when me and my friend from college are watching as two guys dressed in waders and emergency vests drop a life saver ring into a large body of water. The view of this is like we were in a news helicopter, but we were on the bridge. The guys dive into the water to get the life ring. Lots of killer whales appear. I find this adorable, while I get the feeling that is not how I should react. We turn our attention away from those guys to focus on several Indian men who are trying to get a heavy rock inside, away from the heavy winds. My friend is arguing with them, disagreeing. They speak what I believed to be Hindi (coulda been gibberish for all I know). I agree with them and they come to us asking for help, I believe. I try to remember as much Hindi as I could be end up blanking and just using hand gestures to show them a warehouse they could use. 

After we leave them I talk to my friend about wanting to help more, but all I could remember was Haule, Haule. I sang a little bit of that too. We get to the bridge again and on a second level a man asks if anyone knows what ‘shenme’ means. I knew cause it’s mandarin chinese for ‘what’. Me and one other person say yes, I say pretty quietly. The other guy get grabbed and I start to walk away hurriedly. Responding was taboo or something because my friend just stays where she was and the guy who asked the question yells for me. I try to run and end up slipping and falling into the water. I try to pull myself out but am just pushed back into the water.

Eventually I’m with a group of twenty or so people holding onto a line in the water. Of the twenty about half are street children. I feel like we’re criminals and have been there for a few days. I am by several kids and they fall asleep (this is probably related to the fact  I started watching Fifth Element and didn’t get to far from the first seen with Aziz). Because they are sleeping they lose hold of the line, I grab them and keep them closer, allowing them to sleep on me. Eventually we get hungry and an older man dives under the water and comes us with pineapple slices. Prisitine yellow pineapple slices. The waters not clear or blue it’s like a green, but not too murky (lake erieish). One the kids wants to go diving for them and I tell him to use my foot so he doesn’t get lost under the water. The pineapple slices grow on the wall of the bridge and are surprisingly tasty, although I’m not a huge fan of pineapple.

Then we get into single file on the line. People come up and call kids out of the water. This is some kind of slavery/adoption thing. Couple older people are called, but many of us are left on the line. I’m next to a guy with a hat on, he’s a little older than me (twenty something and reminds me of my friend Wes, but not). I start talking to him. I realize now I am also wearing a hat, I don’t like the feeling and I’d like to show of my shaved haircut. I take the hat off, but I still feel like I’m wearing a hat. Turns out I am. I keep taking hats off and it turns out the guy next to me keeps putting them back on my head. So I was like ‘if I can’t take the hat off, I’ll just adjust to it feels better’. I start to adjust my hat when two guys jump into the water and handcuff me. (This is similar to my earlier earlier dream in which I was unfairly arrested with my friend but we were let out). The guy who ask about shenme is there and the two guys but a bag over my head and lift me out of the water talking something about my unusual ‘blessed skin’. At this point I realize I must be in a different dimension or place and that this entire escapade was not normal (this is actually not me begin lucid, even though I was aware at the hat and pineapple part that I was dreaming. The dream me was becoming aware at this point.) 

I woke up and was rather intrigued by this idea. Mysteriously being in another time/place is nothing new. The key details being the harvesting of pineapple, the weird no falling in the water rule, association by the word ‘shenme’, whales not being cute, orphan kids and such. You just can’t think of these things on your own. :P

[thechocolatebunnie]

*whispers* Centaurs are awesome!

[bridgeofbones]

Baha its 6 am and im mentally repainting/rearranging my room. I've not even had it this way a year and I'm bored as hell of it.

[olyaklimova]

Being a child I thought that relationships is a quite easy game. Two people meet, then they are in item, after that they decide to live together and finally they get married. But being an adult I understand that it’s not easy to meet the right person. Actually, what does it mean "a right person"? The one you walk with or share your secrets and regrets? I still do not know. The one thing I’m sure in is that you should trust this person. If there is no trust there is no future. I really think so. Maybe it’s naive, but still. All of my so-called relationships last among two weeks. I thought that’s ok. Till today. I talked to my friend who has quite stable relarionships with her boyfriend. They are always in touch to each other: messages, calls, meetings and so on. And they like it. And as for me this part was the hardest one. I didn’t like when my boyfriend texted me all the time, then he started to call. I couldn’t stand it! Being under control was making me crazy! Maybe that’s the point why I am still single. But today I thought over it and asked a question: am I ready for this shit? I’ve got a good example of my friend who doesn’t analyze her actions, thoughts and so on. But I do. I do it every time: when I’m only in the begining, in difficult periods of relationships and after breakup. That’s my problem. Probably, being in relationships means to overstep some of your principles and even habits. Some people understand it in early age, some of them see it only when they are quite old. All I can say is that I’m not ready for it. And sometimes it seems that I never would be ready. But I hope I’m mistaken. The other thing is that I dream to meet a guy who would tell me: “you are my girl, we are couple and we have future. Do what you want but you’re mine and there is no things to change”. Sure I wouldn’t like this categorical tone but finally I would give up. That kind of person would be right for me. That’s all I know. I still think that love is kind of a game. But I don’t believe that there are loosers in it. In any situation you’re a winner because you got some experince. And thank’s to this experince you may do some conclusions or implications which will help you in future. Trust, love and be loved.

(c)