me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
Hey OP? What the FUCK does this mean?
decay exists as an extant form of life
That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day
have you ever thought about dragons
- desert dragons rolling in sand to polish their scales
- dragons cleaning themselves like a cat
- frorest dragons finding a creek to jump into and splash around in
- strong, burly dragons ramming into trees and toppling them over to build a den
- hatchlings wrestling with their siblings, practicing their menacing roar
- dragons befriending smaller animals
- dragons with odd hoards; hoards of sticks and rocks, hoards of animal bones, hoards of old car wheels, hoards of tattered books
- old dragons who live on the beach and collect seashells
- dragons with long necks who eat like giraffes
- dragons digging deep holes in the ground and storing food for a later time
- massive groups of dragons, running together like wolves, helping each other and keeping each other company
- dragons breathing fire onto the floor of their cave to make it hot, and then sleeping on it
- dragons
-dragons are great
(feel free to add more!!!)
Art by ergui Xiao
Art by ergui Xiao