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Do you have dark dreams of being an evil overlord? Of course you do, but getting minions is hard.
Fear no more! Build-a-bom is here for your evil minion needs! (All evil minions will be stuffed and have no sentience of their own)
Build-a-Bom will have several body types ready to go with a plethora of legs, heads, hands to go with your creepy little critter.
So swing on down to booth 9 and make the little minion of your dark dreams.
okay so, i recently hit 1.5k followers and i said i’d do an art giveaway to celebrate it !! i suppose it isn’t really anything special, but maybe it’d make some of you that are pretty dedicated to me happy !!
the rewards !
a lucky two people will be chosen to receive a full body colored piece of a character of their choosing !
if you need examples of my art, my art tag is here !
the requirements !
thanks for reading and following me !! also if this flops i’ll be Super embarrassed
EDIT: I FORGOT TO ADD THE END DATE IM SO SORRY IM SO STUPID. IT’LL BE APRIL 10TH
Make a Dark Souls transmog and roleplay as Giant-Dad.
Wt rings u got bithc?
Sometimes when you work with kids you can only express how you really feel through doodles
hey its me
hey buddy hey pal!!!
Bloodborne: Boss Cutscenes
the true casualty of ISOV. #neverforgetflavortown
what is Papa Franku doing in there
Suramar - World of Warcraft For @pinxiedust 🌸
I’m going to live here.
When all you wanted was to get your illness cured, but then you end up fighting several old gods.
Crush the beasts, then burn them - the brute simplicity of the Boom Hammer was favored by hunters with an acute distaste for beasts.
I was greeted to this upon logging in today.
Brief tours, brief tours everywhere. There is no escape.
Tbh the first time I watched the cinematic I was like “Wow Gul’dan you missed with your massive meteor of doom. Good job I wond-”
*Fel reaver noise*
OH MY GOD. There is an underground apothecary lab in Dalaran now. I CAN NOT WAIT TIL LEGION OMG
The air in Silverpine was stagnant and consumed by the rolling fog as it always was, but this time it felt different. There was something off putting within the air itself and it could be felt even by those without strong relations to magic. The air itself even filled the home, which Seleste tried to shut off by closing the last window that allowed the smothering vapors to pass through but it did nothing. The feeling remained. It even worsened as she made her way to the study which she was drawn towards, seeing the light of what appeared to be a candle, flickering against the polished wooden door that was barely cracked open. As she reached the door and opened it, she was given a better glimpse of what seemed to be Ivan, not even sitting at his desk. No. Sitting on the floor among an assortment of papers, scattered about which added to the chaos of what was written on their surface.
Her eyes moved from parchment and to the next, studying what it could be he was even doing. Once her eyes had fallen on Ivan himself, she could be silent no more and parted her lips to speak in question. “Ivan. What are you doing? We do not have time for this. We are being -summoned- to address the orders of our new Warchief.” She paused to allow those words to sink in to his mind; it was not something even herself could believe. “We have been requested to start production of our formula again. We do not have time to waste on this. The -Legion- certainly is not going to waste any time so why should -we-?”
Her attempts to motivate him seemed to do the opposite, as he released an exasperated sigh from his gray lips. He looked unkempt, as his hair was in absolute disarray, matted with sweat and falling over his glowing eyes. When he shifted his eyes up to her own, it caused her demeanor to change, and her arms slowly uncrossed from her chest. Another sigh escaped him before he spoke. “I don’t care, Seleste. I don’t care about any of that.” With a gloved hand he reached down to pick up one of the parchments that contained the written ramblings of warning against the Legion; it appeared that he had collected -all- of the pamphlets that were handed out among the many doomsayers and people in fear of the demon’s arrival. “Would you love me any less for confessing that I feel compelled to assist the Legion?” It was an actual genuine question, and as she watched him, as he waited for her answer she knew he was not joking.
She was starting to piece together why he appeared so distraught. He felt that his calling was with the Legion, but was tied by his duty as an apothecary within the Forsaken forces. As her eyes shifted around his study she noticed things that gave away he was about to travel -somewhere-. She even noticed his corruptor’s regalia, the mask itself sitting on the desk as if awaiting to be worn. He was going to help the Legion. What was she to say? She was conflicted as well. The Alliance and Horde always at each other’s throats. No one seemed to get along, and war was the answer to everything it seemed. Even in her line of work, she was never trusted by anyone and her work was -always- compared to Wrathgate; it was a problem that never went away.
Part of her wanted nothing more than to throw reason and caution to the wind and enjoy in the freedom that would come from assisting the Legion. But she was not a woman of impulse, and had a stronger hold on her discipline. After a few more seconds passing which seemed longer than they actually were, she spoke in response to his question. “No. I would not love you less. If that is what you feel is your calling, then you can not ignore it. But if you are discovered that could be ill for both of us. Come to this meeting to keep up appearances, and balance your time with the Legion as you can. But if you -are- discovered, it will be the end of us both.” Her words of warning seemed to actually give him comfort, as he was too busy relishing in the fact that she had pardoned his intentions. With a gloved hand, he reached up to wrap his fingers around her own, giving them a light squeeze.
After the light squeezing of her hand, he could not resist the urge to pull her down to him, and force a kiss against her lips; he was thankful for her acceptance, and for not rejecting his true intentions. She did not reciprocate the kiss as she definitely was not pleased, but after he had pulled away from her she repeated herself to make sure the words were forever memorized. “Do not ruin this for us both.”
