#Borealis campaign

[disarmonia]

Bel-Yathinn the Fearless ✨ Hey. Let me explain. So this is not fan art, but an NPC from our ongoing homebrew D&D campaign ("Borealis", started 2019) and this means a lot to me. I am still hesitant about posting original art on Tumblr (follow my new page though?🤭) because I don't want to be disappointed with the amount of feedback I'll get compared to fan art that I shared previously. But I know it can't be as bad as it is on tw*tter. The dead bird site is hell bent on not allowing posts from Ukrainians to go outside their Ukrainian-only bubble (thanx, Elon!), so this got barely any likes today, because it got barely any views. It won't show my work to my own foreign followers. I started this piece almost 2 years ago, spent hours upon hours rendering it, hand drawing every goddamn bit of fur on his mantle, and nobody's seen it. I have less than half the amount of followers here, but hopefully you guys will at least see it. I'm very proud of it. ✨ Bel-Yathinn (NPC) is a legendary elven military commander and an appointed ruler of a frontier town Ashen-Thalas on a recently(ish) discovered continent of Borealis. He comes from a long line of warriors, but has a secret soft side, as he dreamed to dedicate himself to art when he was young. If you like my art, consider tipping! MY TIP JARS HERE ❤️‍🩹

[icbrothers]

I fiiinally got to give @anonbeadraws their secret santa gift yesterday which involved this drawing of Kit, their ever-suffering spooky rogue, and his horrible possessed monkey.

[nowyoursoulisforfeit]

Savage daughter.

[socialrejectbitches]

Not to get sappy but my DnD group is wonderful and I love them all very much.

[mubeardoodles]

you should be more france

[autisticmudkip]

I personally believe everyone deserves to get the medical care they need to live and thrive. You may not be able make huge changes to remove obstacles that prevent people from getting the care they need on your own. However, you can bring change by working with others, and you can actively take steps to help those who can't afford the care they need. One way you can do this is to support my good friend Fadel.

Fadel Aldani @fadel-dani lives with his family in Ghazzah. He and his family were in their home when it was bombed, which left them all injured. Fadel was the most seriously injured, with shrapnel being embedded deep in his body. The doctors were unable to remove all of it due to the lack of medical supplies in Ghazzah right now.

The shrapnel causes Fadel a lot of pain, and if it remains he is at risk of dying from it. He needs money to evacuate whenever possible, so he may recieve surgery to remove it. Fadel has also been diagnosed with hepatitis, but he has not been able to find or afford the prescribed treatment, due to overwhelmingly high prices and lack of medicine anywhere.

Fadel has been raising money for months now to afford the treatment he needs to survive. However, his original campaign was deleted by GFM without warning! He now has been forced to restart his campaign from scratch. So far, he has only raised €155. This is nowhere near enough to afford the vital treatment he needs.

Please, if you have any means to do so, help Fadel! Healthcare is a basic right. Fadel shouldn't have to live in agony just for being trapped in the midst of a genocide, and not being able to afford the egregious prices for treatment.

Please, share and donate! Even a small donation of €5 or €10 makes a difference to Fadel! If you absolutely cannot donate, send Fadel's campaign to some friends, and tell others about his story. Even just reaching out to Fadel to talk and offer a kind word makes a difference to him.

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[comradekanaya]

Kat Tastro Phe and her girlfriend Calamity Havok, all dressed up for a night on the Icebreaker Borealis. 37 colors (not including background), 210x259 pixels

Kat belongs to Forsagia, and is a PC is Void Hopper's IGF campaign. Calamity belongs to Xenguin, and is a PC in my IGF campaign as well as being a major NPC in the book.

[galacticdrift]

Well, 2024 was, in many ways, a real fuck-ass of a year:

Turned 40. Had a little bit of a mental breakdown about it, for reasons. (My dad only lived to 47. Wildly fucked up to consider that I myself might have less than a decade left now. Trying not to think about it.)

THE DAY AFTER MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY, found out one of my cats, Elika, had lymphoma

Spent the next 4 months taking Elika to weekly oncology vet visits, trying about a half-dozen different treatment protocols, none of which really did much of anything, until I eventually decided to let her go in late June

The new job I'd begun in late '23, which seemed so promising at the start, took a hard swerve into the unreasonable early in the year, and has only gotten worse since. I am literally losing hair from the stress. Every Sunday I literally sleep worse because the work week is coming. My work hours are literally about 65% meetings, which all just consist of explaining the same shit over and over and over again. My off hours are spent largely in a mindless sludge because of how much this job takes out of me.

Said goodbye to Destiny 2, after ten years with the franchise

Exhausted, miserable gesture at the state of US politics and the world in general

But on the other hand, I also have to recognize some of the really, really good things:

D&D group successfully concluded our 4-year-long first campaign, which I will carry with me for life by way of my first big color tattoo piece

Had an unexpectedly great campaign of Public Access, not because I expected it to be bad but because I did not anticipate that my own character would affect me as much as she did

Honestly, D2 really, incredibly stuck the landing with Final Shape, putting a hell of a cap on ten years of story

2nd ever colonoscopy screening (multiple precancerous polyps had been removed in the first one, 3 years ago) and -- no! new! polyps!

Saw the aurora borealis for the first time with my own two eyes!

Met/saw internet friends at CritCon 2!

Met/saw more internet friends by going to Gencon for the first time!

Met/saw internet friends again, and played a number of great games, by going to BigBadCon!

RAN A SUCCESSFUL $10K CROWDFUND and am now working on recording S1 of No Normal Life

[arwainian]

Rules: Make a poll of your favorite female characters (no limits - as many or as little as you want) and see which ones your followers like the most! I was tagged by @eclecticopposition

it took a lot of restraint from me to not put my OCs on this, instead i attempted to pick 12 characters from twelve different things

tag you're it! @febo-asoma @clementineskesh @borealis-22 @tzeimi @mosswolf @ciudaddelapazmp3 (apologies if any of your already did this and i didn't catch it) (also anyone else who wants to use me as an excuse

[d1tz]

🌠🌙― "And just like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again."

SO I finally decided to make a reference sheet for Tavern's current design! I'm debating if I should redesign it to make them look more like a tavern keeper, but I like the current fit ^^

Full body ref and info dump undercut!

Random Facts about Tavern Rootbeer yay!!:

Tavern is actually my first DnD character! At first, I made them up to solely ship them with Astarion, but ideas start popping up and I ended up writing some lore for them LOL. I polished their backstory when I got into my first DnD campaign with them

The design is mostly inspired by western bartender clothing since I planned them to be a bard-tender (haha, get it?) I was looking for a good idea on how I should run Tav's bard concept in YT comment sections/YT shorts (idk which) and the word 'bard-tender' popped up. I liked the idea so much, I decided to implement it!

They can summon multiple mage hands to play multiple instruments at the same time, like a One-Man Band (can't utilize this concept in battle tho for fair play)

Their main color (teal) and 1st accent color (pink) are picked from the Aurora Borealis!

I'm not sure if I drew it properly, but they have central heterochromia (teal for outer ring, pink for inner ring)

Their hairstyle is inspired by their adopted dwarf mother!

I would really like to yap more about Tavern, but I gotta wrap this up here. If I have time, I think I might make more art, or even short comics with Astarion :DD

Link to info template used on first pic

[honkowo]

OK SKETCH DUMP PART 2: MISC SHIT

from the top we have: sketches of my whiteboy dragon before i changed his hooves 2 more birdy-like feet(i made him as a fursuit head first which i posted on my craft sideblog here), angel heavy machinery concept(big multi-tool), my mewtwo cords turned into a robot 4 a cyberpunk campaign one of my irl friends is starting up, tiefling clink & ribbons, lizard practice(2 figure out how i wanna style kobolds) + a kobold, & lastly one of my phonies as an idiot baby(its borealis :))

[max-sherlockbbc-fan]

Hello!!!

So yeah today is nothing about Benedict I'm really really sorry . But I needed to show you what we've seen.

So context I live in Quebec Canada, and sometimes we get some Aurora Borealis alerts, saying there are some in the sky near us, but because we live in the city, with the lights, we can't see these. So with my family we decided to drive to a nearby Campaign and oh god it was so impressive!!! We saw shooting stars, Aurora Borealis and Constellations🌠.

Here's the pic, and you need to remember like I was shaking and shivering it was an amazing moment.

Bye bye 🌠🌒🪄

[sepulchretide]

Mech/Pilot I'll be playing in an upcoming Lancer campaign. You can tell where I began to give up cause I've been working on this gradually for the past week and got impatient.

The Cailleach, named after the old gaelic divinity of winter, is a melee-focused/close-quarter-combat machine powered by a physics-defying powersource known as 'Zerochasm', an absolute-zero form of plasma that still emits, by definition, heat for mechanical purposes.

The harder Cailleach is pushed, the emissions go from an aurora borealis green, to icy blue, to blizzard white.

Realta herself controls the mech via neurological system connections, and may or may not be tied to human experimentation and war crimes.

[kingmakerpod]

The VSR would actually make for a really great TTRPG setting. Is this something you would try to create someday and/or would you be opposed to people making their own?

It's definitely been a thought we've had, yes!

We're all very into TTRPGs. Meg has run Vampire the Masquerade and Call of Cthulhu, Gus has been DMing Pathfinder for years, and of course Addison was on A Horror Borealis and Losers: a Love Story. (Henry is a bit of an RPG virgin but he bought a Cyberpunk Red core book recently so that will change). Gus has done some homebrewing, but none of us have any experience with designing games so right now the Kingmaker TTRPG is a distant pipe dream.

If a fan wanted to make it, though, that would also be awesome! We've been floating the idea of doing an actual play show for the WANA channel where we try one-shots and short campaigns from a lot of different systems, so if any of our listeners wanted to make a Kingmaker-inspired homebrew we'd absolutely run it on the show if/when we end up making it.

[autisticmudkip]

Fadel Aldani @fadel-dani is in urgent need of medical care! He was seriously wounded by shrapnel when his home was bombed. Some of the shrapnel remains in his body, causing him great pain and endangering his life.

Fadel urgently needs surgery to remove the shrapnel, but the surgery is very expensive. To make matters worse, Fadel had to restart his campaign when it was unjustly deleted, and donations have been slow, making it difficult to regain the funds and supports he lost.

Please, share and donate so that Fadel can recieve the surgery he needs! He deserves to live without this horrible pain. If you can do anything to support him, whether through donating, reblogging this post, or otherwise sharing Fadel's story with those around you, please do so.

Vetted #197 by @/gazavetters

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[starlitangels]

St. Cloud

We all know @gingerbreadmonsters​ is The Queen of the Balance storyline fics. I’m just... campaigning for Princess apparently with all these brother fics lol 1.5k words

This jumps all over. It’s just fun

—

Elliott sat on the roof, staring up into the stars. His knees were drawn up to his chest and his arms were wrapped around them. Inside, he ignored the sounds of shouting. Dad, mostly. He was drunk again. Elliott could hear Mom talking quietly back, but Dad’s uproarious shouting drowned her out.

Aaron was staying the night at a friend’s house, leaving Elliott alone on a bad day for Dad. Normally, Aaron would bring Elliott into his room and they’d put headphones in and watch a movie on the laptop Aaron got for high school. Or they’d hide in Elliott’s room and pour over Elliott’s night sky atlases and Aaron would listen to Elliott talk about the stars. Trivia about constellations or Aaron quizzing him about stars and pretending to care about the difference between a constellation and an asterism.

But not tonight. Tonight, Elliott was alone.

He held still, staring skyward. Maybe if he held still enough, his dad wouldn’t remember he was home. As long as they didn’t hear the creaking of the roof, he wouldn’t have to hear his own name shouted.

A few warm tears fell down his face. He sniffled and looked at one of the only visible constellations he could see with the light pollution. Ursa Major. He ran through the stars as he looked at them. “Alkaid... Mizar... Alioth...Megrez... Phecda... Dubhe... Merak... Talitha... Tania Borealis and Australis...” he whispered under his breath.

At some point, the front door opened and slammed shut. Elliott huddled further back on the roof so no one would see him.

He heard his dad stumbling around the front yard and then hollering as he went down the street. When Elliott peeked, he saw Dad’s arms flailing in an attempt to keep his balance.

After a few minutes, the hollering faded into the distance. Elliott sighed. Later tonight, sometime long after midnight, the cops would probably be knocking on the door with his dad in tow after getting a call about disorderly conduct and escorting him home. Again.

He jolted as a window wrenched open nearby on the rooftop. “Elliott St. Cloud, you get your ass in this house right now,” Mom ordered, looking past the edge of Aaron’s dormer window to see him. “You are going to fall off this roof and break your leg!”

Elliott nodded and scooted toward his bedroom window. “Okay,” he said quietly.

She sighed heavily. “Why you always climb out on this roof I have no idea.”

“I like looking at the stars.”

“There aren’t enough stars to look at in this city.”

Elliott shrugged and climbed into the window. “Sorry, Mom,” he said quietly. He shut the window. He heard Mom leave Aaron’s room—but didn’t come into his.

He sat on the floor at the foot of his bed and picked up a night sky atlas, opening it to a random page. Southern Hemisphere Constellations.

Carina - The Keel

One of three constellations that used to be part of a much larger one. The larger former constellation being of the Ancient Greek ship, The Argo. Referred to as the Keel, it actually represents the main body (or hull) of the ship.

—

Smartass

I slammed the door shut harder than necessary and leaned back against it.

“Hey!” my roommate greeted, her glasses fogged up where she was boiling water for pasta. “How’s the new job going?”

I groaned, bonking my head against the back of the front door. “Fine, I guess.”

“Uh-oh. What’s wrong?” She balanced the wooden spoon she was using across the diameter of the pot and turned to me, pushing her glasses up onto the top of her head, squinting a little at me.

“I finished the generalized training this morning, and got to meet my team this afternoon.”

“Oh no. Is one of your coworkers a nightmare?”

“Coworkers? No. Boss? Yes.”

“Oh nooo! I’m so sorry!” Her eyebrows tilted sympathetically.

I heaved a sigh. “It’s fine. I don’t have to interact with him much. He’s gonna have one of the team members who’s been around awhile finish up my training but we do one-on-ones once a week.”

“What is it about him you don’t like?”

I scrunched my nose like there was a bad smell under it. “He’s got a bad attitude, for one. You should have seen the way he would barely look at me when I got led into his office by the general trainer. Like he couldn’t even give me the time of day.” I scoffed. “Aaron St. Cloud. I mean, the last name alone is an obvious sign the guy’s gonna be a prick. Who needs a two-word last name?” My roommate grunted. “Stupid St. Cloud and his stupid square jaw and his stupid arms looking like they’re gonna bust the seams of his stupid button-down and—”

My roommate’s eyebrows slowly lifted higher up her forehead while I complained. “Ohhh. You’re also mad because he’s hot. I gotcha,” she said, spinning around to check on her pasta.

“I am not mad and he is not hot,” I retorted.

I caught a glimpse of her pursing her lips as she put her glasses back in their proper place. “Uh-huh. Sure,” she said, trying to suppress sarcasm but not at all sounding convinced.

“He’s not,” I insisted.

“Yet you noticed the way his arms look in his shirt and the fact that he has a square jaw,” she remarked, taking her wooden spoon and stirring her boiling pasta.

“Even if he was hot, his attitude absolutely makes him insufferable. And he’s my boss—so it wouldn’t matter if he was or not.”

“Which he is.”

“Is not.”

My roommate laughed. “You’re really doubling down on this. Alright. Suit yourself. But I suspect that if you ever leave that place... I might need to shop around for another roommate.”

I snorted. “Oh please. I’m the one that’s always teased for being perpetually single. Having a hot boss isn’t going to change that.”

She whirled so fast she nearly flung her glasses off. “You admitted it!”

“What? No! I did not—” I swore.

She burst out laughing, throwing her head back and then doubling over.

Rolling my eyes, I pushed off the door. “I’m gonna go change. I’ll see you for dinner.”

“See you theeeeen!” she singsonged as I shut my bedroom door behind me.

“Stupid St. Cloud,” I muttered, stripping off my work shirt and shimmying out of the tight trousers I’d worn.

—

Sunshine

“St. Cloud! You get your ass back here!” I shouted, bending forward and chasing after Elliott while he took off ahead of me.

“Uh-oh! Ray of sunshine is calling me by my last name! I must be in trouble!” he teased.

“Ohhh my Goood! Go get a roooom you two!” Hayden complained, lolling his head back. “We’re supposed to be playing flag football and you two can’t pay attention to save your lives!”

“He’s cheating, Hayden!” I replied sharply, pouncing on Elliott while he laughed. He grabbed my legs to keep me stable, so I was piggyback riding him.

“I don’t know what you could possibly be talkin’ about,” Elliott teased. “I’m doing nothing of the sort! I don’t even know how to play flag football.”

“That’s why you’re cheating, dumbass!” I retorted. “You think that not knowing the rules gives you permission to break them or make up your own! I don’t even know all the rules of flag football and I know you’re being obtuse just for the sake of it!” I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep from falling off. “And I will not allow it, St. Cloud!”

Elliott laughed. “Oh I got double last-named, Hayden. I’m really in trouble now.”

Hayden rolled his eyes. “You two are both insufferable,” he complained.

“Yeah but you love us. Which is why we’re all still here.”

“Unfortunately for me, you’re both good friends,” Hayden admitted.

I laughed—and slowly climbed off of Elliott, snatching the football out of his hands and throwing it at Hayden. “We’re starting that play over, yeah?” I said.

“Like it never happened,” Hayden agreed. “This is what I get for being friends with nerds.”

I whacked him—hard—in the arm as I passed. “We are nerds, but that doesn’t mean we’re not enjoying the game.”

Hayden laughed. “I think you two are enjoying each other more than you’re enjoying the rest of us.”

I bit my lip and glanced over my shoulder at Elliott where he was tucking his beanie in his pocket. God, I loved him and had no idea what to do with it. It wasn’t fair that he was cute, hot, and funny. And smart. “Shut up, Hayden,” I muttered.

He guffawed. “Alright, St. Cloud! Let’s try this again. Take it seriously this time.”

Elliott laughed. “I make no promises!”