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I'll take a second one for Niche! Thanks!!

evolution

a gem from tumblr.

These Among Us memes are everywhere but I'm okay with tha-- ... STOP. ILLEGAL. ILLEGAL. I will not tolerate this level of deprecating humor

ouch

This image gives me energy that I don't understand

I will post the dankest memes I can find on here for myself to enjoy That will include a lot of star wars memes You can post your memes here too

I've got an RP but it's kinda on hold, (I may or may not have reposted it on another site) If you need help with the gameplay for Niche though or anything about the forums I'm happy to help

I wanna make some animations but I need some good song suggestions, most preferably alternative rock/pop/indie/folk, as I can't find ones with the specific themes I'm looking for Some themes I'm looking for (all in one song?) youth/loss of innocence insecurity/fear/mistrust friendship/admiration loss and coping Basically I want my animation to be about someone who is young and new to the wider world, who realizes how hard it is, but finds a new friend who helps them to be brave and face the world's challenges

When you have to sacrifice a nicheling by putting it between a predator and a baby

when your absolute favorite nicheling dies

When your least useful nicheling dies

When your most useful nicheling dies

I. Penny’s hands were shaking more than usual as she carried Mrs. Crane’s coffee mug and corkboard coaster to where she was sitting by the fire, surrounded by tall bookcases full of old books and little mementos of an unknown past. She had worked as a housekeeper many times before, sure. The nice old man down the street. The mother with her five kids. The guy who worked all day and needed someone to walk his dog. Those jobs had been relatively easy, though, because all of those people had been easy to please, and Penny was good at pleasing them. Not once had they ever yelled at her for making the baby cry or feeding the dog at the wrong time or putting the dishes in the dishwasher the wrong way. And she had delicate yet steady hands that were not prone to drop things or knock them over. Maybe it was her confidence that gave her such poise, because now she could see the coffee in the mug slosh up and down rapidly. Don’t spill on the rug, don’t spill on the rug, she whispered to herself, holding her breath as she crossed Mrs Crane’s beautiful oriental carpet. It felt rough and nubby under her socks, so it must have been hand-woven too, and very expensive. She crossed the rug to the tall red wingback chair where Mrs Crane sat with her hunched posture and beady eyes. She wasn’t an old woman, though--her hair was long and blonde with graying roots, and it fell down nearly to her waist. She raised her head slightly as Penny approached. “Took you long enough. Give it here.” Penny handed her the mug and gave a quiet sigh of relief. She didn’t think she managed to spill anything. As if reading her thoughts, the woman continued. “You didn’t spill anything, did you?” “No, ma’am,” said Penny. “I hope not,” Mrs Crane hissed menacingly. “This rug cost me thousands. If you spilled on it, I would’a snapped your little neck.” Snap my neck? That’s a bit harsh, Penny thought. She didn’t want to admit it, but she knew it was too true: She was terrified of Mrs Crane. This woman had a reputation of being reclusive and nasty, and now Penny knew that for a fact. “Yes, ma’am,” Penny murmured. She left Mrs Crane there in her chair by the fireplace and headed out of the living room. “I’m going to clean the upstairs bathroom...if you don’t mind.” Mrs Crane didn’t say anything, so Penny crossed through the large hallway to the stairs. The ceilings were high, at least ten feet. The walls of the hall were covered with a forest green mural wallpaper, with intricate, vintage patterns resembling leaves and flowers. One side of the hall was lined with three large windows that reached from near the floor to the top of the ceiling. The dark mahogany trim and the smoky gray velvet curtains made the whole room feel warm but gloomy and mysterious. They reminded her of an english castle compared to her own small house. A sense of envy and longing washed over her as she turned at the double doors with the stained glass awning and began the climb up Mrs Crane’s long staircase.

Summary: Through the power of a mysterious technology, a girl named Penny finds herself transported to a magical realm called Reverria where she befriends a race of giant tree nymphs. She soon learns that the leader of the nymphs and goddess of Reverria, named Tempest, is relentlessly targeting her newfound friend Arbor for crimes he claims he never committed. In the process, Tempest throws Reverria into chaos as deep secrets begin to be revealed. In order to save her friends and all of Reverria from destruction, she must embark on a quest to restore a long-lost magic source beyond Tempest’s control and use its power to destroy her once and for all. Thinking up this story gave me major Narnia and Steven Universe vibes. And some other stuff (but that would be spoilers).