#CW: Animal Death

[stil-lindigo]

the fox god.

a comic about a trickster.

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BG3 Companions' Reactions Following Scratch's Permadeath

The following lines are triggered when a character throws Scratch's ball after he's been permakilled (AKA, killed at camp rather than just as a summon).

Astarion

Good riddance to the dog. Who'd miss that waggy little tail... (devnote: Pretending not to be sad and failing)

Does it have a sad squeak now? Is that even possible?

I suppose I'll just pick it up myself.

Can't believe the stupid dog isn't here to get the stupid ball. (devnote: Pretending not to be sad and failing)

Gale

You were an excellent friend, Scratch - and that's coming from a cat-lover.

I hope there's balls and bones galore, wherever you are...

Poor Scratch. I'm lucky to have met you.

I hope Scratch doesn't miss his ball, wherever he is...

Karlach

I miss my dog.

Here, pup. (devnote: Sadly. The dog is dead and she knows this.)

Why am I doing this to myself?

Scratch should be here. With his family.

Lae'zel

It's not much fun alone.

I really don't know what I thought would happen.

Solo fetch. A miserable pastime.

Can't believe I'm going to say this, but - I miss Scratch.

Shadowheart

I need to stop doing this to myself...

I didn't do this enough, when I had the chance.

I hope Scratch has a new ball to play with, wherever he is...

It's silly... part of me felt like Scratch might still show up for his ball.

Wyll

Fetch isn't much of a solo game.

Damn. I miss the furry fellow.

For old times' sake.

I miss you, Scratch.

Halsin

I hope you are happy, wherever you are.

I am sorry, Scratch

I torment myself - Scratch is not going to come

Poor Scratch. I hope he is at peace.

Jaheira

Enough. This isn't helping anyone.

You deserved better, boy

Gods, but you'd miss the fuss. The noise. Gods above, even the smell.

Pointless, without a pup to chase it.

Minsc

Scratch, come and... oh. How could I forget he was gone, Boo?

No game of fetch will bring Scratch back from death.

I know he is gone, Boo, but... perhaps this is a way of keeping him alive, no?

I miss him, Boo.

Minthara

Everyone assumes I killed the dog. I liked the dog. (devnote: talking to herself. Comic edge to this.)

Scratch reminded me of my first displacer beast. A noble creature.

Withers! Be a good skeleton and fetch that ball. (devnote: joking—doesn't actually expect Withers to fetch the ball she just threw)

Gah. I miss the damn dog. (devnote: surprised by her own feelings)

[inimeitiel]

𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭.

𝓢𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭, 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓾𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽.

𝓘𝓯 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝔂 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓼.

𝓘𝓽’𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮, 𝔂𝓮𝓼.

𝓐𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱? 𝓐𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵?

𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮.

Long time not showing OC Elia. Call it a bloody comeback. Fancy writing by @ivanhoenineteenninetyfour as usual 🙇🏻‍♀️✨

[filurig]

sometimes i feel as if i know you better than anyone else. yet, a part of me feels as if i don't know much at all.

[lichenaday]

Something else for spooky day: I found my first cordyceps in the forest! It is on its way to the Bavarian State Mycology Collection for safe keeping!

[elwenyere]

"I wanted to write a poem about how the extreme heat of the ocean is breaking my heart, but the whales beat me to it. In late July, almost 100 long-finned pilot whales left the deep, usually cold waters where they live—so deep, so cold that scientists have barely been able to study them. Together they came to the coast of western Australia and huddled into a massive heart shape (if your heart were shaped like 100 black whales, like mine is). Then, collectively, they stranded themselves on the shore. As soon as they lost the support of the water, their chest walls crushed their internal organs. They literally broke their hearts. Choreographed under helicopter cameras.

I want to write a poem about how capitalism is a sinking ship and how the extreme wealth-hoarding and extractive polluting systems that benefit a few billionaires are destroying our planet and killing us all. But the orcas beat me to it. Off the Iberian coast of Europe, the orcas collaborated and taught each other how to sink the yachts of the superrich. They literally sank the boats. While Twitter cheered.

The sinking ship is no longer a metaphor. The broken heart is no longer a metaphor. Who needs a metaphor in times as hot and blunt as ours? Let’s make it plain."

-- Alexis Pauline Gumbs

[ariadne-mouse]

spooky drawing prompt: Ghost Sprinkle (lol)

Meanwhile, Artagan is dumped onto the floor like someone canceled the enchantment on a bag of holding.

Thanks for the prompt 😂 it maybe got away from me a little

[fkapommel]

First flower of my House, wilted

Harrow the Ninth, Muir/ Bradamante at Merlin’s Tomb (detail), Alexandre-Evariste Fragonard/ The Great Flood (detail), Joseph-Désiré Court/ Metamorphoses, Ovid/ Cemetery Statue in Green Mount Cemetery, Maryland/ Our Lady of Tears, Unfound/ Photography, Unfound/ Harrow the Ninth, Muir

[kawareo]

You can tell this one is old because it's before I made Strike go through a drastic change post-tadpoling, but I still like the baby him

Plus, mothers

[jumalanpelko]

Rest under the cut!

Previous Suncat comic nro 1

Sugarpaws is. Not good with kids. At all.

(senior) Guard was not trained for this. At all.

Our Suncat is really cool with the whole dying thing, previous one was not

(Note, previous Suncat is a they/he but will be "she/her"d in the comic since they never really find out their identity. Because they are dead. So try to remeber they/he them when talking about him!)

[dcartcorner]

amen

[stil-lindigo]

little dove.

a short comic about Ash and Snow's first meeting / how Snow got her nickname.

Snow's story

Ash’s story

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very amused that the voice direction for astarion’s reactions to scratch’s death just says “pretending not to be sad and failing” and neil newborn was like, “so he’s full-on sobbing through all of these, gotcha”

[soottea]

wanted to make a little thing about my durge's backstory pre-tadpole

[filurig]

brothers

[rakiah]

Short Hiatus

I lost my pretty old cat lady, Cassidy. It was a shock cause I didn't see it coming. She was fine Wednesday. I didn't wish for her to leave that way...

She was 15 yo, she was with me since her birth and she was the sweetest girl with the best purr. I missed her dearly.

I have to take a break. I need some days to heal but I'd try to come back soon.