The Impatient Queen

Tankard of "Wine"

Wine probably shouldn't foam this much, but I'm a cider guy so what do I know.

I like to think the Plump Caps and their resulting wine share a lot of flavour with where/what they're grown on. like if you grow them on wood chips you get a nice woody or earthy undertone.

Made using PetMate, a free PETSCII art maker thing!

(might have to click pic to get rid of any blurryness)

Spinnin' boys

Husban (@xx-k1tsun3-k1d-xx) and me doin' a spin on our buns.

Scene Fox Boyfriend

I love my domesticated twink so much (@xx-k1tsun3-k1d-xx)

My favourite thing about living on shitty Terf Island (tm) is all the shitty old men who look like boiled thumbs and throw their shitty beer cans everywhere every match day.

Soggy Mochi

Disgruntled, eating his boogers.

WoD’s Demon: the Descent took this idea and made a really interesting game with it. It has more in common with the Matrix than Supernatural and the many takes on faustian bargins and trying to blend in with humanity as a kind of celestial-robot running off the tracks are brilliant!

the reason i love the comparison between angels and machines (robots, transmission towers, trains, computers, etc.) is that it gets to the heart of what angels essentially are: divine machines. they’re mechanisms through with the divine is able to act, created with a purpose and “happy” to fill it simply because they were made to do so. they have more in common with a machine programmed to run on algorithms and make calculations based on input commands than they do with humanity, even if they bear a human visage - an attempt by the divine to help bridge the gap. angels do not need to be eldritch monstrosities to be terrifying, because they are already alien to us simply by being angels. for an angel to choose to deviate from their purpose and achieve free will is to fall because in order to have free will they can no longer be an angel, because an angel is defined by its purpose. much like the stories we tell of robots that gain sentence, only to discover that they can never truly be human, but neither can they go back to being a machine, angels who fall become something else entirely, purposeless and adrift and alone. it is a tragic sacrifice.

I'M BACK!

AND ALL IT TOOK WAS DEVIANTART, ARTSTATION AND REDDIT SHITTING THE BED.

Itsa me!

Ed is Ash, my beloved twink/scemo multiclassing husband; @xx-k1tsun3-k1d-xx

Food is caloric input that goes in my tummy.

Vidja Gaem is visual stimulus that tickles the eyesballs.

Estus Is Bestus

Experimenting with some stuff on Procreate.

For the longest time I thought Estus was some kind of potion, probably made of undead special juice. Turns out its basically liquid fire of some kind, which explains why it refills at bonfires!

I got saffron ice cream!

What if when we were born we were each assigned a Wikipedia page like a social security number would that be fucked up or what

Precious Beast

Mochi languishes expertly.