Being raised in an unstable household makes you understand that the world doesn’t exist to accommodate you, which… is something a lot of people struggle to understand well into their adulthood. It makes you realize how quickly a situation can shift, how danger really is everywhere. But crises when they occur, do not catch you off guard; you have never believed you lived under a shelter of some essential benevolence. And an unstable childhood makes you appreciate calmness and not crave excitement.
So now that I have a million free time with classes done and only a very very very part-time job, I have been slowly and painfully figuring out how to make things have colour. AND SO HERE IS ONE. It is quite similar to this thing, except with probably 5 more colours.
Gigantoraptor and raptlings, definitely inaccurate but I wanted him to be pretty. They’re probs all happy because Momraptor is coming home with something delicious and dead.
I’m not sure if these dudes lived in deserts, but whatever.
Also sand dunes are weird and I hate them.
"Do you have any advice for other fishermen?"
"You have to sneak up on them and catch them real fast. And you have to wear boots. I once caught a monster fish that went all the way up to the sky like a giant. I like giants. But not mean giants. I like nice giants."