- You can RP with anyone you want!
- You are never, and should never be forced to RP with someone you dont want to!
- You should NEVER RP something you dont want to!
- Canon is never affected by who you do or dont RP with
RP IS FOR FUN
STOP TAKING IT SO SERIOUSLY.
THIS IS A HOBBY.
EVERYONE NEEDS TO STOP BEING DICKS TO EACH OTHER.
I would do almost anything to climb this tree.
there is a god
I would LOVE to climb this
I’m just hoping that if i reblog this enough, I’ll eventually get to climb it
The worst I am seeing with the Babblr thing right now is that Tumblr disables the Dashboard shortcuts when it’s in use.
what a virus guys what a virus…..
So far, I’ve been only able to find one article on if it’s a virus or not on here
And it says no.
Remember they’re doing a public livestream meaning a lot of people are seeing this and have evidence of what they say and if they were planning to scam people this way, then they are fucked. Also remember that these guys are trying to start something for themselves and get some success out of their hard work, but of course there will always be people out there willing to prevent that by spreading rumors and shit.
Also, if you really want to get info, let’s stop depending on tumblr for “Facts” about everything and look outside of it for evidence/clues ourselves
The Prince of Egypt (1998) - Dreamworks Animation
Aisling hid in the dug-out bottom of the tall fir tree on the edge of the clearing, observing the sight of the large beast attempting to catch her from the hole in the side of the tree’s trunk, a burrow carved around the roots.
To be perfectly honest, chasing the frightened little ghostly wisp was probably not in the monster’s favor. Than again, neither was climbing trees and half the forest saw how that went, he was pretty sure.
He wasn’t going to get anywhere in this tank of a guise, was he? Body crackled once more, pulling down into itself and snapping into place with the humanoid instead. Tail wrapped around his waist once more, broad head lifted with long monitor-like tongue to taste the air again.
It was not hard to pick up her scent once more, though instead of standing straight up, he moved along closer to the ground on all fours. The small hollow in the roots was observed, blazing eyes finding with ease the cowering form within.
Now here, the tactic changed. Instead of trying to get at her in full, Basker plunked back on his rump, crossing his legs to maintain some form of relative decency. After a few moments of getting comfortable and just … sitting some ways away in calm, he finally cleared his throat and rumbled out a few words for her.
“Weel noo, Princess. Givin’ yer ol’ playmate some run fer ‘is money, I see.” he chuckled a bit. Every laugh he could procure caused a small elevation in the cold fire that licked the sides of his perpetually grinning maw, a small flare of light that lessened within seconds.
“Y’know. If’n I really wanted t’ ‘urtcha, Idda done it earlier. Or ‘ave ye fergotten so easily, wee lass. Yer wolves belong t’me.”
Going the … not so diplomatic route, it seemed.
more college sketchbook stuff: some “Secret of Kells” inspired scribbles.
The Secret of Kells: Origins - Aisling’s Story