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❝ To come to the end of a time of anxiety and fear! To feel the cloud that hung over us lift and disperse—the cloud that dulled the heart and made happiness no more than a memory! This at least is one joy that must have been known by almost every living creature. ❞
Watership Down — 1978 dir. Martin Rosen adapted from the novel by Richard Adams
The Black Rabbit
the little planet descriptions as you fly through the galaxy in Mass Effect have so many interesting worldbuilding bits in them. The volus have a pantheon, apparently– and we learn the names of a few of their gods, like Cherk Sab, a god of good luck. I can see them being a popular god among volus heading out into the dangers of outer space– maybe with a small dedicated altar on a ship, or a little charm to carry in one’s suit pocket, or like this, in convenient sticker form.
Daily drawing practice day 1097 (3/31/25)
3 years
Doctor Who The End of the World | 1.02
“I bring word from the swamp prince, the old pacts shall be honored, muster your forces at first light…”
future operative Lawson after a training session
a fun commission I loved working on! thanks!
That was part of commish for one DA fan. I was inspired by image of this mighty city from DA:2, towering on a great mountain, at the foot of which splaches Waking sea...
hey. don't cry. I went to Mad At You island and none of your friends were there :)
why were you at mad at me island
Very interesting advancement note that I’m obviously not the first to comment on but
The wording is ‘rescue’ a Ghast from the Nether, and bring it ‘safely home’. Which has always been the idea of, are Ghasts from the Nether? Was the Nether always like this; and are they so miserable because they were forced to adapt to a ruined fiery hellscape? Well, now we know that presumably when young especially, they’re liable to dry out. That if they’re rescued from being dried, they thrive in a more earthly environment. That they grow up happy when doing so. I do think that Ghasts may be from the Nether, but not from the current Nether. A much colder one, maybe more like the Overworld, maybe not. Probably a cavernous fungal paradise if I had to guess. But now they live in a world that’s been ruined by something, and turned into the human embodiment of hell, forced to spit fire just to no longer be filled with it when they’d much rather eat snow to cool down. Is it any wonder they cry?
