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Farming in the Training Grounds
more like ‘my third dragon is curled up with a bag of cheetos and netflix bc she’s bored as shit’
Sufferer is so happy when we go farming because he gets to just sit there and watch Mindfang go nuts. Especially when a low-level enemy dodges her Eliminate pounce and she gets torn between wanting to slam it with an elemental attack or bleed it to death slowly.
I’ve lost my job, and I’m in the process of finding another. I’ve applied for benefits in the meantime, but everything is up to redtape and the postal service.
Anybody willing to help out, I’ll be doing quick sketch/color commissions, ranging from $4-7 dollars a piece depending on the request. Examples below the cut. [x]
so i saw this screencap and i was bored so i decided to like type the characters and try to translate it and i got a couple characters in and decided to see what i had so far and
im not cut out for this
komaeda is literally saying “i dont really know how to make a milkshake.” Im printing this out and adding this knowledge to my hope chest
Komaeda you useless walnut how do you not know how to make a goddamn milkshake.
To everybody looking at this,
I was raped a few weeks ago by my ex-bf and found myself kicked out the next day by my ‘friend’ since he couldn’t handle the emotional turmoil. I have PTSD, and with the stress of homelessness along with what happened to me I couldn’t cope and I went to my parents for 2 weeks so I could process.
I’ll be returning to Seattle on the 27th of this month and I’m scared to death. I’m terrified of having to go back to sex work, which I not only want to do but can’t do considering the situation. The max I could pay is $450 a month but I couldn’t do that full amount right now (I’d have to pay it off). I’m pretty desperate and had horrible experiences in shelters.
I’m pretty quiet, extremely clean, and self sufficient. I have access to food stamps and reduced bus fare due to my disability. I’m asking alot but I want to get across that I won’t be a burden aside from this housing situation.
I’d be extremely grateful and I thank anyone who bothers to read this.
The next few times Cynder wakes up, she’s able to stay conscious for steadily longer periods of time, engaging the friendly Caroline in conversation and meeting a few of the other resident dragons. Mostly healers, but it isn’t long before Caroline’s brother stops in.
The fire dragon Ulric is… big. At least as big as Terrador, he has to duck to fit into the room and the wicked, stony spikes on his sides scrape the doorway as he enters. His resemblance to Caroline ends with those spikes, limbs thick with muscle and the rich red of his hide peppered with dark speckles. He’s a dragon who could take the Earth Guardian in a claw-to-claw fight, she thinks, but his resemblance to the stern green dragon melts away with an easy smile at her shy hello.
(She hates this newfound timidness in herself, but she can’t really help it. Weak, surrounded by strange dragons and so deeply in their debt for saving her and Spyro’s lives. She couldn’t really expect herself to keep up her usual bravado, right?)
I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH UGGGHHHH I NEED TO WRITE FASTER…