Pick and Mix

why can't hornet carry shakra through the sky with her big fluffy wings.

i love this fat chud

big fan of whenever the knight encounters obstacles

It resonates with a deep desire I have.

I hate drawing backgrounds...🥲

you should open the door

at the edge of shadow, where reality and dream meet. our black, black knife aims to face the knight. we howl, we roar, to the skies. at the edge of reality, where shadow and dream collide. our carapace cracks in our strife. we honor the deceased's forms. at the edge of dream, where reality and shadow blind you. where you can only use your ears. that melody… it sounds like… it's coming from under the water. deep. if you believe it so, you can hear it, until the light shines through it's umbral wings, never to be heared again.