i am in severe distress. i am vibing. i am king of the world. i am bored. i am lost at sea. i am making coffee. i am foraging in the forest. i am making tea. i am chasing pigeons. i am napping in a chair
[ID: a digital illustration of Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy). She’s wearing heavy work boots, mud stained overalls, and a collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, also covered in mud. She’s holding a blue watering can in her right hand and her left hand rests on her hip. A rose vine grows from the ground near her left foot and wraps around her leg affectionately. Her hair is tied up in a bun with flowers and leaves poking out of it. She has a tired expression. A word bubble next to her reads “fuck Monsanto” /end ID]
o to meet with waking eyes the thing you doubted most
[ID: an illustration of a large creature and a man. The creature is lion-esque, with a feline body and tail. Its neck is long and arcs up and then down to look at the man. The neck is covered in a shimmering wavy mane, and the face is a smiling sun. Little flakes (or flames?) Of the mane wreath the creature. The man is small and naked, looking up at the creature. /End ID]
Failed portals
[ID: A drawing of various aether portals (made of glowstone) that have failed. Water is pouring down, flooding the ground. Over to the sude are pink stairs, with vines crawling up them. On the walls are tally marks and writing marking the days that have passed. The two drawings are the same, with one of them flipped. /End ID]
making tumblr posts for the mutuals like gatsby throwing his extravagant parties hoping daisy will show up
[ID: Various drawings of fat elves existing as they are. Theres a variety of skin tones and races among them. /End ID]