#lots of errors

[yeahinoticed]

“Wait! No, Catra come back!....Ugh”

Gotta love that adrenaline huh? I imagine this happens a lot.

[pilothearted]

[ I cant wait until tomorrow because I can roleplay again 😭

I miss you guys so much??? I know it probably seems like I dont think about you when I'm busy, but I really do. Lots. I hate not being able to roleplay.

Please remember that you guys are the absolute best and I am so grateful to have you as followers and friends. Your love and support mean the world to me.

I love you all. Thank you so much for being here. I mean it. Check the tags for more info!!

I hope you guys have the best days/nights!!! ❤ I'm always here if you need me. ]

[creepypso]

Hey @harrish6! I sketched your beautiful and tall Error-boys and Glitchy! :33

I’m pretty happy how they turned out but I didn’t really know how do draw Delusion since.. He has no seen eyes and I hadn’t had a lot of info for his dress but I tried!

Btw I never realized how tall they really are! I mean. I knew that they were but this is just insane! xD Glitchy has the body height I normally draw and now look at the others! They're.. they're skyscrapers!!

I love it! xD

--- Ah yes and it wouldn't be me if I hadn't found a song which I think fits really well with them. The only reason why I'm not going to do something with it is because it's Japanese and sadly I haven't found an English cover..

[storfulsten]

gaze

[toonandcute0]

Esta cosa tiene un montón de errores yo lo sé pero entre mas lo veo mas me gusta ayudaaaaaa!!! es solo un pedacito de mucho trabajo que me falta y no sé si seguir adelante o pasar otras 2 semanas corrigiendo... por lo pronto solo quiero mostrarles :3 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This thing has a lot of errors, I know it, but the more I see it, the more I like it. it's just a bit of a lot of work that I still need to do and I don't know whether if I should  go ahead or spend another 2 weeks correcting ... for now I just want to show you :3

[eytiansunscorn]

A stroll down Memory Lane

Gravel crumbs and settled ash crunched delicately underfoot, even despite the light grace of the step that laid upon them. The Dead Scar was as welcoming as it had always been since Arthas and his forces had tread through it so many years before. The cloaked Sin’dorei had just returned to this land and traveling south down the Dead Scar was only bringing back old memories. Old estates laid in ruin alongside the burnt blemish upon their land, though there was one in particular that the elf was looking for that lay just a bit further ahead.

A quick hop and a slide across a few pieces of crumbled roofing left him before the scene that he was hoping to find: a large estate, the ceiling seeming to have fallen directly inward on itself. Some of the walls still stood around the outer edge, though not entirely intact. Pieces of a wooden fence were scattered around the area that used to be a garden, having been reduced unwillingly to a compost pile years before; the area laid as a patch of uneven dirt. It kept the imprint of his footstep upon it, one of the few hints that he had come this way- the rest of his tracks were covered.

Eytian’s now dirt-laden boot left a dust-tinted footprint upon the base of the wall he had just scaled to get within the perimeter of the old building. He drew his cloak back, his long horns coming into clearer sight- not that they were effectively hidden before, the hood not offering much visual contortion of such a bulky facial accessory. His fingertips drew along a table that appeared to be barely standing, a small amount of pressure applied to one corner caused it to tilt unsteadily; the legs of course were uneven. He remembered the table fondly, now gently placing his full palm against it. The familiar grooves in the wood…

He looked to a crumpled bed frame cradling a rotted and no doubt rat-infested mattress. A step closer and the dank smell of mildew filled his nostrils, no doubt emanating from the former sleeping arrangement. He outstretched a long and clawed hand to the headboard, pushing it back against the wall so it no longer tilted. Carved beautifully in the wood was the name:

‘Sunscorn’

Though he could no longer see it, his gnarled fingers ran along the grooves in the wood. His heightened senses picked up every last detail through the touch, all the way to the end of the ‘n’ where a splinter threatened to dig its way into Eytian’s pinkie- a mission he did not allow it to accomplish. He plucked the annoyance from his smaller finger with his other hand, letting it fall to the cracked stone flooring beneath him. The area was so quiet, he could swear he heard the miniscule shard of wood connect with the ground. He walked to the other end of this room-well, where it used to be. Many trophies lay shattered upon the floor, their placards telling well the accomplishments of those they used to belong to:

‘Healthiest Clutch’

‘Longest Wingspan’

‘Sharpest Beak’

‘Most Intellig-’

‘-t in Show’

Some were broken, but Eytian still scooped up the pieces of bronze after feeling the engravings in each one over. Setting them off into his side-satchel, he felt the need to cry. No tears would come, as no eyes were in place and any ducts to release water were painfully scarred over. He shook himself out of this haze- now was not the time to fall prey to such memories. Moving again, he walked to the back door of the estate in search of a single monument: the last thing he left in this place before he left for the Outlands.

Walking down the stairs at the back door, his nonexistent eyes fixated on a rectangular stone object in the center of the small courtyard. He kneeled, reaching down to touch a knuckle to the engravings on the object.

Albion Sunscorn, “The Dragonhawk”

“Has it really been years?” Eytian wondered, memories flashing through his head of how things used to be. He would raise the young hatchlings with his father, then send them off to be assessed and hopefully admitted to the ranks of the Dragonhawk-mounted Cavalrymen. He remembered fondly of how his father gave the young Eytian his first job as a Dragonhawk Keeper outside of Falconwing Square, and of how he misdirected his first client all the way to a roof somewhere on the northern end of the city. He remembered how he had grown adept at riding the beasts, entering competitions and tournaments before eventually joining the Cavalry himself. His father was in every memory, proud as ever with every new achievement that he accomplis-

In this moment, Eytian realized he had been clutching the gravestone. His body was convulsing in the same way it would be if he was crying, his breathing rapid and inconsistent. Letting go of the headstone now, his hands clutched at the dirt beneath it. He slowly lowered himself down onto it, wishing for one last hug goodbye. Something. Anything to finalize the loss of his father, even a broken word or a passing smile or a few last words, please, just something...

His mind stopped moving at such a rapid pace, remembering as to how he was so unfairly cheated of that opportunity. He looked sadly upon the spectacle, lifting his torso only enough so that his altered vision could almost make out the grooves in the stonework, if just to read his name one last time.

Suddenly, a flood of alarm filled his thoughts. The Legion was back, in Hillsbrad. He sprung up, knowing it would not be the last time he would visit this place. With a few quick words, Agrodel sprung from a nearby resting spot and reluctantly ran to the Demon Hunter’s aid. They took off from the area, the house almost exactly as he had found it- save a few broken shards of bronze and one lonely boot-print looking lost in the side garden.

[taffing-garden-salsa]

Once again drawing all my my nerds sleeping because apparently that’s what i like to do.

sleep tight Enoch.

[finnleysraemundo]

So I'm going to say something...

There's this post on the mmfd tag about a girl complaining over the fact her friend thinks she looks like Sharon Rooney. Saying "I know I'm fat but now I'm humongous fat" and that really fucking bothers me,man. I would @ her but honestly I don't want to see that post again. Being fat doesn't mean your ugly. Fat isn't a horrible thing and Sharon Rooney is beautiful. I JUST HATE HOW SOME PEOPLE PUT FAT AND UGLY TOGETHER (I used to and it did take me awhile to separate those two words but I just hate how it's now in the tag and I'm just so upset now) like I said I'm not hating on her or anything but I'm just upset over those two words meaning the same thing to her? Idk