#Grass Lands

[mx-corvidae]

Scavenger Hunt - Year of the Spirits

Old RM piece from two or three years ago-    It was made for the event of year of the spirits!  Aria here is trying to find some items for the altars they're building along with Panchito.    Aria belongs to Me (Mx.Corvidae)  Panchito belongs to Anonymous --------------------------------- I'm around on other platforms too! Bluesky, Deviant Art, and Tumblr to name a few- If you're interested in commissions, my prices are linked set in the link below. Feel free to take a look at my linktree ^u^  Mx.Corvidae ---------------------------------

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[subbalakshmisastry]

Cute Wallabies ( Medium Kangaroos) At Mysore Zoo Mysore Tourism

[adrawingowl]

[akkariynn-tries-her-best]

Today's art is green, finished some of my sketches today. Here is an illustration of Leafeon in a garden and a tiny Shaymin doodle. Hope you like them! I love coloring and shading green characters.

[mournfulroses]

Lana del Rey, from Violet Bent Backward Over the Grass; "The Land of Fires,"

[starflungwaddledee]

welcome to dream land! ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎ ★｡ 

animated banner i made of starstruck a few months back! i'm a bit rusty, but there's a unique kind of delight to seeing your oc move around, even clunkily!

[pellinni-photo]

haystack on the grassy hill. mountainous rural landscape of ukraine rolling in to the distance on a sunny morning in summer

[awholebunchobananas]

This is exactly how Ed and Stede’s first night as innkeepers would go.

“Fucking nature!”

[budugaapologist]

still dont see how so many people say that dawntrail is poorly written in comparison to other expansions like. what, did you realize you had to learn about a new culture and immediately not care anymore lmao? you've done it before, was this one not white enough for you?

genuinely i think more people should do side quests during msq so idk you can form a heart about the characters you're interacting with if you struggle with that and understand the land better so when impactful shit happens your illiterate ass can actually read and have empathy. theres no excuse for this.

if you can't handle storybuilding and character introductions from the expansion that feels like stormblood and shadowbringers had passionate gay sex that got one of them pregnant and birthed a beautiful daughter they both love and care about then idk what to tell you, maybe youre just lame and can't read. best of luck with that.

[fortheloveofexy]

what if he picked up the wrong cigarette though...

[thatgaywizardoverthere]

Hey remember that time in 1.09 when Merlin went to take out wraith Tristan like “oh this’ll be SO discreet” because it was nighttime and then immediately proceeded to publicly light him up like a fucking Guy Fawkes Day effigy with a trail of fire leading directly back to him

[whollyjoly]

so aisha just tweeted this....

and im looking at those last two emojis 😐😳....

and i remember that lou said this....

...and this....

...

...what does it MEAN??

[ed13d1]

I am never lost

[adventuresofalgy]

Algy flew around the frosted garden, which despite the bright winter sunlight lay mainly in the shade, for the early January sun still travelled so low in the sky that the rocky hills which surrounded Algy's home prevented it from reaching much of the lower levels, and every tree and bush cast a deep black shadow many times as long as its height.

This also meant that if the winter sunshine did hold any heat at all, it failed to warm the ground, or the plants and creatures which dwelled upon it, and so the penetrating chill of the frost made Algy's tail feathers tingle every time that he stopped to rest.

But as he fluttered here and there, trying to keep warm, Algy suddenly noticed a bright green spark among the pale, frosted grasses, and notwithstanding the icy stinging in his nether parts, he paused for a while in wonder, for a tiny, fresh green spruce sapling was pushing its way up into the light as though it were a balmy day in spring and not the depths of the wild west Highland winter.

Of course it was growing in the wrong place, for once it grew to adulthood it would tower over everything in the vicinity, so Algy knew that when the weather improved his assistants would have to move it to a more suitable location. But for the moment he simply marvelled at its resilience and courage, and he lingered for a few moments longer to quote some lines of a poem he had remembered to the brave little tree, and provide it with some words of fluffy encouragement:

Our last connection with the mythic. My mother remembers the day as a girl she jumped across a little spruce that now overtops the sandstone house where still she lives; her face delights at the thought of her years translated into wood so tall, into so mighty a peer of the birds and the wind. Too, the old farmer still stout of step treads through the orchard he has outlasted but for some hollow-trunked much-lopped apples and Bartlett pears. The dogwood planted to mark my birth flowers each April, a soundless explosion. We tell its story time after time: the drizzling day, the fragile sapling that had to be staked.

[Algy is thinking of the first two stanzas of the poem Planting Trees by the 20th century American writer John Updike.]

[ghostsangels]

Cowboy Chreon save me

Save me cowboy chreon

[nicdoesntexist]