#done on stream

[tundrakatiebeanart]

This week’s food paint challenge! Sometimes all you need to make your panic attacks chill out is to stare at a tomato and slap some colors that don’t make real sense on top of it. Pretty sure everyone knows that!

[kaifish1]

I got these done on stream

[lawlznet]

It was difficult to hear myself think over the sound of debauchery coming from six different locations in the afterlife. Between the mindless sounds of killing and fornication, the rusted over door spoke to me through the cacophony, calling me. If I still had a heart i imagined it would be beating several hundred dozen repetitions a minute, and as soon as the door closed, punctuated by someone making a loud, obnoxious belch, I was alone with my thoughts once more. It was an empty room- there was not a single other soul here and at first I began to panic. Was this the wrong choice? What's the point of getting to indulge in a mortal sin for all eternity if you had no one to share it with? I swatted the air in frustration and turned to head back the way I came, when I noticed the ground beneath me carve with a large red splotch in roughly the same area where I had swatted the air.

I kicked the ground, and a wave of blue erupted from the ground and covered the floor ahead with a splotch of color, gently diluting at the edges, mixing with the red into a wonderful hue of violet. My mouth went dry even as my lips formed into an impossibly large grin. I attacked the air again and again, watching as a flurry of paint spun through the room and splotched in uneven, abstract forms upon the floor- because it was not just any floor, but a gigantic canvas, and in a realm with only me and my art, well... Is anything, or anyone else, more important?

In the afterlife, you are given a choice of 7 gates to pass through and indulge in a deadly sin for the rest of eternity, but one in particular catches your eye; a rusty office door labelled “PRIDE” in bold font.

[lazylittledragon]

some domestic shadowlachs <33

[sketchtropolis]

Breathe.

Progress under the cut

[slushglow]

the price of your mercy

[royalarchivist]

Bad: I don’t think people understand the effect QSMP had on some of the streamers in terms of like… The real raw mental impact, so I’m gonna set the stage for you. [...] Imagine that you were given a friend to play Minecraft with — like your best friend — BUT if this person dies, if they die in the game, you never get to talk to them again. Can you imagine what that’s like?

Bad: If you did not live through the QSMP, if you did not live through that, it almost sounds like, crazy. But I don’t think people realize how much of a joyous experience the Eggs were. They were SO awesome! They were literally so awesome to just hang out with and spend time with.

Bad: I’m not saying I regret it. To this day, I loved the experience. I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. Even knowing how everything went, I would still do it all over again. [...] I would still do it all over again, because — even knowing like, all the trauma and suffering and stuff like that — because it was just… It was just that fun, it was just that fun.

Earlier today during his stream, Bad shared his experience and thoughts about the Eggs and the significant emotional (and traumatic) impact they had on him and his fellow QSMP members.

This clip a very edited-down version since his commentary was ~13 minutes long, so I highly recommend checking out Bad's VOD if you have the time. (Timestamp: 47:36 - 1:00:14)

[ Full Transcript ↓ ]

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Bad: To be fair Chat, I really think the QSMP... I don't think anyone really can relate to it, Chat. It's something that's so... I've told people this before, like– but it's hard to understand. Right? Like...

Where was I? Sorry Chat, I'm losing my train of thought. Look, let me explain Chat– here's the dealio, ok? Here's the dealio, and this is what I mean when I say like, it's important to keep this in mind, Chat. Ok? It's important to keep this in mind:

I don’t think people understand the effect that the QSMP had on like, some of the streamers, in terms of like… The real raw mental impact, so I’m gonna set the stage for you. This is the analogy I’ve given to every person who I’ve like, shared this with. Imagine you meet somebody– [He hears a strange noise] What the fudge was that? Did you hear that?

Anyway– Chip! The story I was just relaying to Chat, Chip, was this: I was sharing this story with them, I said–  I was giving them an analogy. 

Imagine Chat, for example, imagine that you were… playing Minecraft, with like– you were given a friend to play Minecraft with, Chat, like your best friend, and [unintelligible] were like, “Hey, you get to play Minecraft with this person, right? BUT if this person dies – they’re currently your best friend, Chip – but if they die in the game, you never get to talk to them again. Ever again.” Can you imagine what that’s like, Chip?

I don’t think a lot of people understand like, what that does, right? I’m not gonna say that like, it creates this situation, Chip, that like, messes with your head, but it– Chip – but it totally, totally does, Chip. It messes with your head! It literally puts you in a position where you’re second-guessing and thinking about everything, Chip! You’re thinking about EVERYTHING Chip! Ok? And that’s the problem, Chip– is you turn into a paranoid monster because of it, Chip! Like, you don’t understand Chip– I was- I was so afraid of every dirt block, I used to carry a shovel with me Chip, and I would specifically right-click dirt blocks that looked suspicious because mines, Chip– mines could not be shoveled! Like, I was crazy, Chip! But here’s the problem, Chip: that craziness is still there. I’m genuinely like–

I remember thinking Chip, that I would one day– I was like, “I’m going to move past–” here, let’s go up here, Chip. I remember thinking one day Chip, I was like, “I’m gonna move past the underground base, one of these days. You know, one of these days, I feel like I’ll be able to grow and achieve the desire to build a base that doesn’t have to be underground.” But I don’t think it’s possible now Chip, because I think… I just don’t know. I feel like the paranoia– there’s still like, residual leftover trauma from that situation, Chip.

But here’s the problem Chip: I don’t think I don’t think– I don’t think people understand it. Like, I just really don’t. But I also don’t blame them Chip, ‘cuz I don’t think it’s possible to fully understand it if you haven’t lived through it. Like, if you did not live through the QSMP… I’m talking about the QSMP, I don’t- I don’t know if that was obvious– if you did not live through that, it almost sounds like, crazy. But I don’t think people realize how much of a joyous experience like, the Eggs were. Right? I don’t think people realize it. Like, they were SO awesome! They were literally so awesome to just hang out with and spend time with, Chip. So, it’s just one of those things that–

[He’s interrupted by a loud rumble of thunder above them]

Did lightning just strike here? Is it thunderstorming out…? But anyway, Chip. That’s the food for thought.

But that’s the problem– Like, every time it rains in Minecraft, I have to like, look at the sky, and I get this weird, like, second--hand vibe because of the trauma. The trauma, Chip! The trauma is real! But that’s the point– I’m not saying I regret it. I, to this day Chip, I loved the experience. I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. Even knowing how everything went, I would still do it all over again. 

[He falls down] Dangit, don’t come over here Chip, ‘cuz I’m coming back up! Ok.

I would still do it all over again, because — even knowing like, all the trauma and suffering  and stuff like that — because it was just… It was just that fun, Chip, it was just that fun. I really wi– I don’t think it’s ever gonna be possible, Chip, to give people that same energy, like that same experience. You know what I mean, Chip? I don’t think it’s ever gonna be possible again. Like, EVER.

Because… because like, one: I will say on one level Chip, I will say on one level, like– it’s sort of emotionally like… It’s emotionally devastating, and I think to actually go through that– and this is where like, if I ever do end up going to a– see a therapist, if I ever do end up going to see a therapist at any point, I’ll talk it over with them and be like, “Hey, what do you think about this?” Because I genuinely think on one level, like– it’s created this fear of forming attachments because of like, how things can go. You know what I mean? Like, the fear of getting attached to something and then potentially losing it. Like, it’s- it’s a genuine thing. I think people forget about that.

Like, at the end of the day, everything was RP, right? On the server. You know what I mean? Like, everything was RP, Chip. BUT at the same point, even though it was RP Chip, it was still like– there the reality of you were still playing like, with another person, and you were still getting that experience, and it felt like you were genuinely attached to someone and you didn’t want anything bad to happen to them. It was GENUINELY stressful, Chip.

But at the same point, I don’t regret it, and I don’t think it was a bad experience. I’m– 

Sometimes in life Chip, you go through stuff, and maybe you have a certain amount of like, things that like, can happen, that you’re like, “You know what, maybe this wasn’t a good thing that this happened,” but at the same point, you still aren’t necessarily upset about it, because… it’s like growing as a person, right? Here’s the thing Chip; even bad situations, Chip, can lead to an overall good outcome. Like–

Even if you’re going through something bad Chip, just because a bad thing happens doesn’t mean that only bad things have to come from that. That’s one of the things I tell people all the time, Chip, is that if you go through a bad situation, you can learn from it, and you can use your experience to help others. And you can be that– you can be, at the worst-case scenario, you can be someone for other people who are going through that same experience to lean on when they go through that.I think there’s a certain amount of comfort that comes from that; from knowing no matter how bad your situation is, you’re not the only person who’s experienced it. You know what I mean?

[todareistodo]

happy "philza minecraft's hc s4 world is 5 years old what the fuck" day to everyone celebrating!!

[grouchythefish]

Listen listen to me, the fact that you could take a game like borderlands and make a point and click adventure out of it and have that point and click adventure go on to not only be critically acclaimed and beloved but ALSO introduce an entire new group of people to the franchise who otherwise would not have given it a second look PROVES definitively that there's potential in the world building and narrative for genuine story telling that doesn't need the structure of a looter shooter to support interest in it AND doesn't require prior knowledge of the franchise to be enjoyable. There is already story potential in the canon to make works that people will care about. The failure of the borderlands movie was not inevitable, they could have made something really good if they just approached it from an angle that acknowledges this is a world that already exists and is beloved instead of throwing it all away to make a completely different story in the most lazy and uninspired way possible with so little attention to detail that they forget by the end of the movie that they've never used the word "Siren" throughout the entire movie so Tannis calls Lilith a siren at the very end of the movie with absolutely zero context or explanation. Your movie looks like it was made by AI in the worst possible way because it looks like nobody involved gave a shit about what they were making and it didn't deserve that.

[tundrakatiebeanart]

We finished this frog today! He’s a red eyed tree frog named Hopbert! There are more amphibians in our future too 👀

[alltimefail]

As someone who lived in a home where it was not safe to be queer but their first love was their same-sex best friend, I really cannot emphasize the importance of characters like Charles Rowland enough. As someone who deals with shame from years of self-hate, repression, happy-masking, and being called a "Token ally" by even my queer friends while feeling wrong wrong wrong about it, and being the kind of person who just didn't "Look queer enough" or whatever the fuck arbitrary, exclusionist rhetoric people would casually hurl about, I just really can't believe we have a character like him.

He's complex and deeply scarred and I've never cared about a character like this before. I've never felt so "Seen." I can't wait to save this show because seeing him heal will be like a balm on my heart. His character arc is completely unique and handled with such care that it brings tears to my eyes.

That's all. I am just so deeply thankful for & emotional about Charles Rowland tonight.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Sorry for not having a Year of the Dragon MDZS artwork; Unfortunately, I can only picture Dragon LWJ in this particular flavour.

[lawlznet]

The crushing of bone, flesh, and sinew sang like poetic hymns to Gargoranath the White Dragon as he tore apart the hapless human's sting-arm and spat it asunder. Normally the greater dragon would have roasted the arm whole before consuming it, but he had had enough of the human's shit by this point.

“TREMBLE, MORTAL!” He growled in the human's own language, vocal cords languishing as it forced itself to speak the inferior tongue. “BOW YE TO YER BETTERS, AND I WILL YET GRANT THEE MERCY of a SWEET DEATH.”

“Er, SWIFT death,” Gargoranath corrected himself. When tales of its mighty and expected victory over the lesser being were retold, he expected to be depicted as having full knowledge of their superiority over humankind, even knowing their common phrases. The mighty dragon allowed itself a deep, thrumming laugh, before looking downward at the puny human to gaze upon its insurmountable fear...

...only to find that said human was crouched over its bag, rooting away at its insides with its lone arm, paying absolutely no heed to either the dragon, or its missing arm.

“Er,” The dragon spake, smoke gently escaping its chiseled, scaled lips, “Perhaps I did not make myself clear enough for your inferior ears,” The dragon said, “I asked you to BOW to yer BETTERS, so that I may GRANT THEE MERCY of a SWEE-” The dragon caught itself, “SWIFT death. SWIFT. As in, QUICKLY. FAST. IMMEDIATE.”

The dragon mouth curled into a self satisfied grin. He LOVED his more than textbook knowledge of human vocabulary. Not that dragon textbooks were all that long to begin with.

The dragon watched as said human, instead of responding, took the entirety of the knapsack and dumped its contents onto the ground. At first a few items of little worth fell out, including an entire bundle of hay and prematurely grown carrots, but it didn't stop there- the contents of the bag quickly covered the ground surrounding the human's feet and a large number of empty bottles, gems, gold, random farming equipment, and even chess pieces followed suit, bouncing off of those items already on the ground and rolling away down the ruined streets.

The dragon blinked as this continued for some time. He almost didn't catch the several weapons and clearly magical items tumble out in the process, transfixed as he was by the sheer amount of garbage that escaped the pack's vast innards. Eventually, the pack did stop producing contents, however, and with it the dragon breathed a sigh of relief, snorting a short belch of flame. It ignited a few scrolls of little worth that had rolled to its feet, forgotten by the armless human.

“AT LAST,” the dragon said, eyeing some of the choice parcels that had now littered the ground, “How considerate of you to clean yourself prior to consumption,” the dragon spoke with a low, half growl, half laugh, “Your digestion will be all the much smoother- what are you doing?”

The human continued to ignore Gargoranath and searched through the numerous items for something. The dragon snarled- it was obvious to him that the human was looking for a weapon of some kind!

He reared on his hind legs and prepared to pounce, but as he did a short leap, he watched as the human clamped its meaty, remaining fingers onto an enormous wheel of cheese. The dragon skid to a stop, nearly tripping itself upon the minor mound of both treasure and garbage that had accumulated on the ground before him. The human rose to a standing position, but only seemed to stare forward- and with a mighty chomp, consumed the entirety of the cheese wheel in one bite.

The dragon blinked.

The dragon blinked again.

The dragon blinked a third time and saw an empty tankard of ale in the human's remaining hand. Liquid dripped from the tankard, and beneath the human, the dragon saw at least three recently consumed apples, only their cores remaining.

“Are you...” The dragon started, his eyes squinting, “Are you... is this... what humans refer to as 'marinade'?” The dragon said, trying to relieve its confusion with humor. He watched as the human gripped a watermelon, easily the same size as a cow's skull, and eliminated half of it with an impossibly large bite. The rind crunched loudly under unseen lips, the pink juices of the fruit leaking out of the opening underneath the human's helm, vaguely resembling blood leaking from a famished hound's maw as they tore into prey.

It was when the human suddenly produced an entire roast bird, which was still steaming as if recently prepared, and swallowed one of its legs in a single gulp, that the dragon began to scream internally. So terrible was the terrible Gargoranath's terror that by the time he noticed that the human's once disarmed arm had regrown itself, he was six feet in the air, his frantic wings billowing the collected refuse of the human's pack all over the place, scattering bills of sale, stolen private notes, and tales of the whore queen (volumes three through nine) asunder.

“WE WILL NOT SPEAK OF THIS, HUMAN!” The dragon roared as it reached keep-height, “I WILL NOT SPEAK OF YOU, YOU WILL NOT SPEAK OF ME! IT IS EQUIVALENT!”

In a way, Gargoranath was not incorrect- he wouldn't speak again, but he did not realize this as a storm of crossbow bolts tore through the sky and into his wings.

In the midst of combat, the villain watches in terror as the hero swallows an entire roast chicken, two cheese wheels, and a whole watermelon at once.

[teddybearty]

💕 S-M-I-L-E everyday!! 💕

[blessyouhawkeye]

dropout is a streaming service created out of sheer necessity that releases television quality content every single weekday, built on a 25 year old brand and the experience of said brand's long time business savvy nepo baby ceo with an insane network of connections and populated by a large cast of professional comedians and actors. and somehow youtube channels with like 3-8 people who got here by accident through sheer personality think they can charge the same or even more than dropout for access to a back catalog and one video a week if you're lucky. dropout had been a company for 15 years with an established, diverse and very experienced cast and were enough of a brand to succeed at the launch of a streaming service. i'm very worried that these new channels simply aren't.

[that1notetaker]

Nt4Waltzes Masterpost : For context this is an au where Narinder never got imprisoned. Instead he became real stagnant in efforts to avoid the prophecy that would bring down the old faith, imprison him for 1k, and kill them all. Leshy still loses an eye and The Lamb becomes involved anyway. This scene happens before arriving at the festival and meeting the lamb + the family reaction to that. Leshy: He said he was gonna come over Heket: Did he really Leshy: Narinder: *actually goes. immediately regrets it and turns tail* The lamb: Narinder: ...five minutes. Five minutes and then I'm done.