Evariam Enterprises

A trip into the future, a future run on steam...
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—Somebody That I Used To Know

ezekieru:

kkatkkrap:

A’capella cover, huh… we’ll see about th…  …

asdfuiujytfdfgh AWESOME!

(via antemrd)

sociallyunacceptableart: Human!Lorax/Once-ler. I think that this should happen actually….just…with less of the uncomfortable.

sociallyunacceptableart:

Human!Lorax/Once-ler.

I think that this should happen actually….just…with less of the uncomfortable.

asktremorsensation: Your name is RONDUR COSMOS, and you have BIG PLANS. You’ve made it your mission in life to CREATE A NEW PLANET occupied by LOWBLOODS such as yourself, free from Alternian rule. You plan to be the BENEVOLENT AND FABULOUS KING of this new world. Hence your REGAL CROWN that you made out of JUNK.  So far the idea is to STICK STUFF to this BALL you found, and hope that eventually it will be BIG ENOUGH for trolls to live on. You still don’t know how you are going to GET IT TO SPACE. You’ll figure that part out LATER. Naturally the trolls who live near you thinK you are REALLY WEIRD. Especially when you PETITION THEM FOR HELP with your plan. Regardless, they’re fine with giving you USELESS KNICK-KNACKS to stick to your ball. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You enjoy STARGAZING on nights when it’s clear. You also enjoy DANCING in a JERKY AND DISJOINTED FASHION. You have a facination with ANYTHING THAT ROLLS ON THE GROUND and can be spotted ROLLING YOUR PLANET BALL AROUND sometimes, which often results in you KNOCKING THINGS OFF OF IT but occasionally it will pick up SOMETHING NEW. If you were to play a game called SGRUB, your title would be the PRINCE of SPACE. Your land would be the LAND OF MAGNETS AND SPHERES, to your delight, and your consorts would be WEIRD CYAN ELEPHANTS who like TOMFOOLERY. Your trolltag is rollingStar and We tend to speak using the royal We. Our speech sometimes does not make much of the sense.

asktremorsensation:

Your name is RONDUR COSMOS, and you have BIG PLANS. You’ve made it your mission in life to CREATE A NEW PLANET occupied by LOWBLOODS such as yourself, free from Alternian rule. You plan to be the BENEVOLENT AND FABULOUS KING of this new world. Hence your REGAL CROWN that you made out of JUNK. 

So far the idea is to STICK STUFF to this BALL you found, and hope that eventually it will be BIG ENOUGH for trolls to live on. You still don’t know how you are going to GET IT TO SPACE. You’ll figure that part out LATER.

Naturally the trolls who live near you thinK you are REALLY WEIRD. Especially when you PETITION THEM FOR HELP with your plan. Regardless, they’re fine with giving you USELESS KNICK-KNACKS to stick to your ball.

You have a variety of INTERESTS. You enjoy STARGAZING on nights when it’s clear. You also enjoy DANCING in a JERKY AND DISJOINTED FASHION. You have a facination with ANYTHING THAT ROLLS ON THE GROUND and can be spotted ROLLING YOUR PLANET BALL AROUND sometimes, which often results in you KNOCKING THINGS OFF OF IT but occasionally it will pick up SOMETHING NEW.

If you were to play a game called SGRUB, your title would be the PRINCE of SPACE. Your land would be the LAND OF MAGNETS AND SPHERES, to your delight, and your consorts would be WEIRD CYAN ELEPHANTS who like TOMFOOLERY.

Your trolltag is rollingStar and We tend to speak using the royal We. Our speech sometimes does not make much of the sense.

(via whatasmoothgardener)

superaluigi: Yeah this pretty much sums up how I am/have been behaving for the last couple weeks when it comes to..everything. Consuela~<3

superaluigi:

Yeah this pretty much sums up how I am/have been behaving for the last couple weeks when it comes to..everything.

Consuela~<3

(Source: failorfly)