The year is 1864. The rise of a middle class has brought about the fall of a dynasty and the end of an era. In this time the most precious substance in the known universe is the spice Melange.
The spice extends life.
The spice expands consciousness.
The spice is vital to space travel.
For this is the way of the Skeksis. Today, once more, they will replenish themselves, cheat death again, through the power of their source, their treasure, their fate - the Dark Crystal.
Fantasy creatures, eye contact
One #drawing today- cozy fantasy kobold, hill dwarf druid, and a (3e!) gnome tunnel fighter!
We'll Meet Again https://youtu.be/9owz_fa5Bc4 via @YouTube
What'll I Do? https://youtu.be/YDcjwpdgDVQ via @YouTube
this seems appropriately "music for a world ending"
My new fursona is a little kobold alchemist wearing only glasses, a scarf and a comically oversized hat, who lives in a warm cottage lit by little magical crystals at the edge of a huge forest, where she bakes pies, drinks tea and also never has to talk to customers on the fucking phone.
This was originally gonna be a joke contrasting all sorts of comforting cuddly fantasy with lurid sexual acts, but i’m too tired and pissed off today to make it a joke.
Food allergy, drug, depression mention
Gonna try to make myself draw and maybe look at magazines when I get off shift. The urge is strong to instead eat lots of lactaid tablets, buy a whole pumpkin pie, have a whole edible and listen to Pictures at an Exhibition or The Ring Without Words until I pass out.
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.