An old tree stump with grass growing over it, Faroe Islands
are you stupid thats a unicorn
oh what I have to draw this
I love this unicorn
now I want to incorporate cryptic unicorns into a fantasy story. Like, the reason no one can find them isn’t that you have to be a virgin for them to approach, but because they are chameleon-level pros at camouflage, holding still and being mistaken for fallen logs or stumps. One had to stay still for an entire hour as these two teens from the local village sat on him for a picnic and made out for a bit before they heard their names being called from the local farmhouse. It was beyond mortifying…