massivelimestonecube:

currentlyacceptingcuddles:

ARE YOU A BONE OR BLOOD PERSON.

ARE YOU A VOID OR ABYSS PERSON.

ARE YOU A ROT OR DUST PERSON.

tumblr glitched and decided to display this post with a slight tremor and i thought i was hallucinating but i managed to record it

eric-coldfire:

alamuts-lair-of-madness:

injuries-in-dust:

the-sighs-of-sunset:

injuries-in-dust:

Comic by PetFoolery

Hands up if you’d also adopt that little noodle! ✋

Tags by @interstellarvagabond

THERE’S A SEQUEL!

The saga continues!

He did make the assumption.

sosuperawesome:

Female Sets of Armour

Armstreet on Etsy

greelin:

greelin:

greelin:

“i don’t understand how you just get so much stuff done under pressure and like don’t freak out” i just go into autopilot bro like i genuinely do not know what happens in high volume situations. i let my body deal with that shit. not for me

if you completely block off a whole portion of your mind you’ll find that it is actually quite peaceful and you can move very fast, almost ungodly so, and achieve a lot while feeling absolutely nothing

i have been informed that this is not how normal people process and handle stress.… . dam that shit’s crazy. sorry y’all have to deal with it in like a rational healthy way

Yeah, it’s so weird, like, “if you can’t just shut off parts of yourself to free up brainspace to get the job done how are YOU not a nervous wreck?”

marlynnofmany:

driiaz:

llamagoddessofficial:

[This idea has been rattling in my brain and I had to share it.]

I know we all love the ‘humans are space orcs’ concept… but imagine, onboard the new ship they’ve been assigned to, the human meets an actual space orc. A massive monster… fangs and tusks and scars and a battle-hardened stare, looming over all the other life forms on the ship in its thick indestructible armour it refuses to remove. It barely drinks, it doesn’t need sleep, its massive shoulders are heavy with the terrible things it has experienced. Compared to the squishy & delicate human body, this thing is a walking tank.

… Except instead of hating/ignoring one another, the human and the monster start bonding over both coming from death planets. The human is excited to find a life form who doesn’t quiver with fear at the vague description of a jellyfish and the monster is ecstatic to meet someone who understands the feeling of being bitten by a qua’lem (cats are pretty close). They sit together and compare dangerous animals and locations as the other aliens look on in confusion and fear… oh, you also have dense jungles of deadly hidden predators, boiling acid lakes, tamed predatory killers, and areas with horrendously high and low temperatures? Sick!! 

It doesn’t take long before the two of them become totally inseparable. The human loves not feeling like some kind of crazy outsider and the monster is overjoyed they’ve finally found an equal in this unkillable marshmallow.

Monster: When I was a youngling, a grol-lik stung straight through my armour. The pain lasted for approximately 16 human hours.
Human: Oh yeah man, I get that. As a kid I got a wasp stuck in my shirt. It stung me like four times, it was awful, and all my cousins just laughed at me…
Monster: [using their arm screen to research human courting methods] I see.

Not quite an ‘Orc’ per-se, but eh, close enough. See here giant spiky Deathworlder simping for tiny shouty Deathworlder.

This art is amazing and makes it so much better.

huntersgrave:

eda; please. picking locks is my speciality

*throws a brick through the window*

eda; okay, let’s go