My sister bribed me with $5 cause I saved all my school work for 5th-6th grade and she didn’t want to do her work :/
The everest chronicles
“I’m trying to repair the generator but the clap of my dummy thicc cheeks keeps alerting the Demogorgan”
“oh boy i dropped my med kit, I sure hope Ghostface doesn’t look at my fat ass”
-my sister who doesn’t even play
I really don’t know...
I messaged someone that I needed one sacrifice for my daily thing and they agreed
so I let them do their gens and run around and stun me, and after they did that the one I spoke to let me hook him.
this is where it gets funny, the Meg that was also there tried to help him and then everyone was trying to stop me so I just let them help him and let them go
like teamwork???
I LOVE MY CAMERA SHY BOYO
Hope for the Sarentu
(Character Showcase)
lol I’m always lurking around the tag and posting my screenshots so I thought I’d reveal my Sarentu
So meet Neyti! (And Nimun lol)
As one of the children kidnapped by the RDA and raised in the TAP program, Neyti cuts an imposing figure with her combat ability and her choice to remain almost entirely silent. But don’t let that scare you! Neyti is incredibly willing to help practically anyone solve issues they might have.
After being woken from cryo and being given the freedom to finally live in Pandora, Neyti rarely stays in the same place for a long time; stemming from her fear from living in a single RDA base for years. She debated severing all ties with the resistance but Aysun(my friends na’vi!) managed to convince her to stay. Despite her one-sided strained relationship with the Resistance, she will go out of her way to communicate with her fellow Sarentu. Neyti will rarely talk to someone if they aren’t Sarentu(or a clan leader) but she makes an exception for So’lek and Priya. If she isn’t found near Aysun in the resistance hideout/base, she’s practically impossible to find.
After the end of the current story(to avoid spoilers), Neyti can be found with the Zeswa! Their nomadic nature allows her to live and relearn how to be a na’vi while still traveling.
tumblr once again gets early access to my new art
me waiting for my writing teachers to realize that the reason I write the same shit every year is because I don’t remember my child hood because of all the trauma that’s been inflicted on me: