#GOOD STUFF MAN

[jamtamart]

playing disco elyisum for like the 4th time while my partner (who hadn't played it at all) watched was such a fun experience. Going "oooooo whats this? o_o" towards the sunken motor carriage, intriguing my partner to only emotionally wreck him. brilliant. getting him hyped on the little moments like fuck the world n piss faggot. getting him super intrigued in dolores dei n jean vic. and kim of course. and the world building in general!! the pale and politics!! so fun even though he was just watching! in the end he was the one urging me to rest before confronting the deserter, only to be confronted w dora. and then im the one being begged by him not to pick the options like [kiss her] while controlling harry? god . its something else . highly recommend

[anguishmacgyver]

[ageless-aislynn]

Following up to this post about Sara's unexpectedly thirsty 🥵playthrough we seem to be having...

Somehow, I imagine Sara saying, "You," and meaning something ENTIRELY ELSE than the game thinks she means at that moment, lol!

Yep, I'm pretty sure that Pathfinder Ryder has her Thirsty Face™️on again... 😇😂😉

[pekoeboo]

ok, thanks! Yes! I agree! Those are some amazing influences! Thanks for answering! Your characters designs are amazing. I think you’re doing a great job portraying your characters. (I’m not very learned in that regard either tho) I love biblical references! That’s really cool how it just came naturally into your stories. Would it be okay if I (tried) to draw your characters? If not, I definitely understand!

gosh thank you so much, and you're welcome!! I'm glad you enjoyed the rambling, haha. and I also really appreciate the encouragement; I def needed to hear that;;; sometimes it can be difficult to tell if I'm doing enough to portray my characters well, so just hearing that bit of encouragement really helps so much <3

aAAA anyone is totally allowed to draw my OCs, so if that's something you really want to do, go right ahead!! ;A; that means so much to me that you'd even consider doing such a thing, but no pressure at all. if you ever do get around to it tho/ever feel like posting, just make sure to tag me so I can see it!! :'0 <3

hope the rest of the day treats you well! thanks yet again for the asks, it seriously made my entire week ;u;

[slusheeduck]

Breathe Deep, and Move

Dead.

Dead, dead, dead.

The word kept ringing out in Falerin’s head as he stood in the graveyard, staring at the tombstone in front of him. The streets outside the gates were unfamiliar, despite the fact he’d walked over the cobbled roads hundreds of times before he’d left.

It was just ten years. It had only been ten years. Yes, the fey didn’t keep time the same way mortals did, but he’d tracked the days as best he could and estimated the rest. He should be thirty-six now, though he wouldn’t look it. His mother wouldn’t even be sixty.

And yet here he was, staring at the tombstone that bore her name. Linette Glais. Devoted daughter, mother and wife. She’d been eighty when she died, and judging by the tombstones close by that had the names of aunts, uncles, cousins, and names he didn’t recognize that ended in “Glais”, that was quite a long time ago.

He hadn’t cried when he’d seen the graves, though his throat tightened and his eyes stung. He could feel the grief start to build in him, but the heavy blanket of disbelief was too heavy to let it bubble up. He didn’t even get to say goodbye. She hadn’t known where her boy had gone. She’d likely thought he was dead, but knowing her, knowing how viciously and defiantly she had worked to keep him alive through every scare when his heart had faltered, she would have always hoped he’d come home.

That was when the tears finally started, even as Falerin tried to sweep them away. Sorry replaced the litany that had been playing in his head. Sorry, sorry, sorry. He should have told her where he was going, he should have apologized for brushing off her concerns, he should have visited more after his apprenticeship.

Sorry, Mum. I’m so sorry I left.

He’d imagined the day he’d come home so clearly once he asked for his release from the Court. Striding in, strong with fey magic, to show his mother how healthy he was—an unnatural, limited kind of healthy, but she’d be beaming with relief all the same to know he’d make it another ten years. He could marry, he could have children, he could have all the things he knew she’d wished for but had never said.

He’d imagined dropping in on Fineas in his tower on the edge of town, showing off the magic he’d learned in his time away. Yes, the old wizard would give him a chiding on doing what he’d expressly been told not to do, and there’d be plenty of grumbling about warlocks taking the easy way out, but Fal knew the dwarf would be secretly impressed that he managed to come out of the Feywild in one piece, and fey-favored besides.

But there was no tower anymore. There was hardly a Neverwinter anymore. He’d heard a few comments on Mt. Hotenow erupting some forty years back. Forty years. His mother had already been dead for nearly forty years when it happened. And dwarves lived a while, he knew, but Fineas had already been old when he’d taken Fal as his apprentice. He was likely here too, but Fal couldn’t bring himself to search.

He finally dropped down onto another tombstone, burying his face in his hands. He’d been a fool. A foolish, impatient, impulsive idiot. Of course there’d be a price for spending so long in a fey court. He’d known that going in, and he’d thrown everything he’d known away for…for what? For ten measly years in a city he didn’t know anymore, for a world of strangers that there was no time to really care for?

But what could he do? He’d made his bed. He’d paid his price. And he’d promised a lifetime of adventure to his patron. Even now, he could feel a hum of boredom in the back of his head.

Planning to just waste away here in the graveyard? You’re hungrier than that, she seemed to say. I have bigger plans for you, Falerin Glais. Don’t disappoint now.

Whether that was actually her or his subconscious, it was enough to get Falerin to stem his tears. He wiped his face, taking in a shuddering breath. It was right, though, the voice in his head. The dead wouldn’t care if he rotted away in this graveyard with them. He should be in the ground, but he wasn’t. No sense wasting his chance.

Shakily, he pushed himself back up to his feet, wiping away the last of his tears. He could do this. He could have the adventure he promised to his patron. Fey magic crackled in him, tingling in his fingertips as it begged to be used. He’d make a name for himself yet—something that would never die, even when his own luck inevitably ran out. Maybe not in Neverwinter. But somewhere in Faerûn, he’d make it. It was just taking that first step, and Falerin was the one who had to push himself forward.

Breathe deep, and move.

So he shut his eyes, took a deep breath and took the first step toward his adventure. It might be slow. It might be hard. But it’d be worth it. It had to be worth it.

In the distance, a dark shadow loomed in the sky, making its way toward the city as Falerin exited the graveyard. He didn’t realize it yet, but his adventure was just a few short minutes away from finding him.

Casual Banter masterpost

[sungbeam]

haven't had a spring roll in so long, heaven in a rice paper roll dude

[azriona]

Reblog if you would also like to be sponsored by cheese. (bonus if you put the specific cheese in the tags)

[taimanzano]

One of one. One, alone, one.

[watcheraurora]

TangoTek: I’m a redstone tech guy. Not a builder

Also TangoTek: *builds Deepfrost Citadel*

Also TangoTek: *builds a perfect circle in The Square Game™*

[egophiliac]

(looks at upcoming card releases)

I'm in danger :)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

something about first impressions idk

bonus:

[zan0tix]

ALPHA KIDS: Draw your best friends!

DIRK: I'd say I'm better at one on one character interaction work of the more intimate variety, but I think this piece came together nicely. DIRK: Fun for the whole family style wholesomeness, any motherfucker in the radius of a screen displaying this image will instantly get hit with a sore case of heartburn and their tear ducts will clock in overtime at the weeping factory.

ROXY: im so proud of these i think these are my best designs yet :3 but omg dirk callie and jake were SOOO peculiar about their damn designs over my shoulder. jake wanted me to clarify that even in pink pen form his little guy is BLUE. so there. sigh this is the one occasion they could take notes from janey.. JUST LET LE ARTIST WORK!

JANE: Boy! I don't draw often but I always was fond of calligraphy growing up. I was kind of inspired by all of the other's works, but especially Calliope's swirls she puts in her art. It's very fun to add!

JAKE: Im not quite the best with posing, but i find the head very fun to study! Especially skulls.. so good ole calliope makes for the perfect muse! (hehe)

CALLIOPE: i realized i hadn't ever made a piece with Us in the same place at once. u_u CALLIOPE: bUt since it's reality now here's all of Us together, United at last! ^u^

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[zelkams-art]

you need not suffer anymore

[laurrelise]

unfortunately it has been decided that this is one of the funniest scenes in the show, sorry i don’t make the rules

diego’s hand slowly bringing the knife into frame? peak comedy

luther’s “what the- put the knife away” literally never fails to make me laugh

don’t even get me started on klaus’ damn condoms

[k-wame]

PAUL NEWMAN as Brick Pollitt Cat On A Hot Tin Roof (1958) dir. Richard Brooks

[yelly-ink]

ethan winters!! <333

I'm absolutely in love with acrylic markers 😭🙏