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thesilkenlair · 4 years ago

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As much D&D as I play, you'd imagine I would eventually get around to illustrating some of their most iconic monsters! Which is to say, the ones that I personally find the most iconic. Which is to say, the ones I memorized when I was reading my dad's monster manual at age nine. Purple worm - Sandworms never go out of style. I've seen a lot of rad designs for this bugger over the editions, but I favor the slightly less reptilian older takes for this particular critter. It's kinda basic, but sometimes that's what you want. It's like a shark or a crocodile: Just flat out unchanged across the ages. Hook horror - I've heard it rumored that Gygax used a small Gigan figure to represent this monster. I can't verify that, but it definitely sounds right. Hook horrors are one of the very first things you meet when you play around in the caves, and they kind of remind me of the Father Deep monsters of the Hork Bajir homeworld that way. Mind flayer - Mind flayers! Basically, take all of your Dracula conventions and dip them in a fresh coat of Lovecraft. There's that old "decadent aristocratic upper caste system who literally eats the poor, but still somehow comes across as less evil than the actual real life 1%" setup that will never stop being relevant. Though personally, I see mind flayers as the first alternative for folks who want to play that monster-who-feels-the-urge-to-eat-their-friends-but-refuses-to-do-it shtick but don't want to deal with vampire baggage. You know, the furry option! ... Slimy? Rubbery? Do we have a word for anthro-cephalopods? I'm only a casual furry. Gelatinous cube - I'm not apologizing for giving this one a slot. Froghemoth - So, back when I participated in my very first long-term campaign, I played a druid. You've met Talia before. Naturally, I was chomping at the bit for the day I finally got to turn her into a froghemoth, and celebrated the day my wish was finally granted and she was allowed to chug human-supremacist-cultists like popcorn. Yeah, okay, the froghemoth is one of the classic vore-monsters. But it's a charming design in its own right. Kind of a freaky Hanna Barbara critter, like you'd see Space Ghost fighting. No matter how many artists draw it, they can never shake that inherent goofiness that third edition tried so hard to purge. I would probably cram them somewhere onto Fronterra if I was sure they were public domain. As is, I'm 99% certain that this is what Visser Three turned into when he ate Elfangor. Tarrasque - D&D's original kaiju! Kind of just takes the name and nothing else when it comes to its mythological origins, but I don't mind. The Tarrasque is that endgame "let's test the players" final boss monster... Or at least it's supposed to be. My DM reskinned it for our final Pathfinder session, and one of the PCs still nearly killed it in a single turn. Also, he let Talia turn into one, so maybe Pathfinder is just bullshit? Regardless, the Tarrasque has one of those simple, iconic designs. I've heard rumors it was based on the concept art for Fallout's deathclaws, and like the Gigan-figure, I can't verify this in any way. With its reptilian features, twin horns, spiny carapace and grabby fingies, it has an undeniable lizardlike quality that I can't help but find charming. Kinda feels like a more refined version of Zilla? Though for an insatiable eating machine, I notice a lot of artists give it very little belly to work with. Come on, this guy eats entire cities! Give him somewhere to put it! Rust monster - An icon of icons, the rust monster! Drawing its origin from a bizarre Chinese "dinosaur" toy, later designs have made it more insectoid in appearance, but never feeling QUITE like anything Earthly. It's the four limbs. Between the four limbs and the tail, it's hard to tell if it's an arthropod mimicking a vertebrate or the other way around. I'm pretty sure this is part of what inspired my ossaderm creatures for Fronterra. Also, Ryla can turn into one in our campaign. I have no shortage of havoc to wreak when the opportunity comes. Behir - Dragons in D&D are kind of... extra. Godlike beings, paragons of whatever personality trait they represent. Whenever there's something uber powerful in D&D, it gets compared to dragons. It makes them kind of unapproachable. Behirs provide all the essentials of a dragon - Serpentine body, scaly skin, horns, sapience, breath weapon, taste for human flesh - wrapped up in a smaller, weirder, IMO cooler package. You know, your Lambton Worms. A lot easier to port in and out of adventures, a lot less of an event when they show up, but still a formidable force in their own right. I like the behir. The behir knows how to taunt me just the right amount. Bulette - Another Chinese "dinosaur" figure monster, the bulette is actually another one I associate with Talia. Whenever we faced a problem that didn't have a glaringly and immediately obvious solution, she would turn into a bulette, whether it was for beating up robots, digging through obstacles, trampling smurfs, navigating labyrinths, distracting slashers with cute dog tricks... it was kind of her signature form. But shenanigans aside, the bulette is just an excellent monster. While the "land shark" shtick may be common, there's a lot more going on with the bulette's design. It's rumored to be a mad wizard's creation, as he combined a snapping turtle with an armadillo and mixed in a helping of demon blood to taste. Personally, I always considered that to be a neat little rumor to flesh out the world, but never assumed it to be true. The bulette just feels too naturalistic for that. Like some kind of protomammal or crocodylomorph, or weird triassic monstrosity. Magic and demons and dragons and so on DO affect the ecosystem. I always figured the bulette was just something that evolved to compete in this new biosphere. Owlbear - This one, on the other hand, I fully believe the "mad wizard was bored" explanation. Another chinasaur critter, the owlbear is frequently made fun of. What makes it scarier than a regular bear? It can't fly, so why have owl parts at all? Why trade fangs for a beak in what is at best a latural move? Well, first of all, fuck you, owls are creepy motherfuckers, and that alone is enough to justify it. But secondly, that's part of its charm. Besides some improved vision, the owl DOESN'T make it more dangerous. What makes the owlbear dangerous is that it's an insane, Frankensteinian monstrosity roaming uncontrolled through the wilderness! It doesn't need weaponry, its sheer temperament is enough to make it a worthy opponent. Sure, the practical threat might not be hugely above that of a bear, but storytelling isn't about numbers. Any asshole can go outside and get eaten by a bear. The owlbear is part of this world. The owlbear is a reminder of what magic can do. Someone somewhere actually made this thing, for whatever reason, and now the world is irrevocably changed because of it. Owlbears go beyond practicality. They bring the lore! Also, bears don't have very good eyesight, so the big owl eyes probably make them better hunters. Flumph - Is that a Japanese-style martian? Do we just have aliens in D&D? Dear lord, I love them! Okay, the flumph has got a sizable hatedom. And that hatedom can eat my ass, because the flumph is precious and perfect just the way it is! Flumphs are designed as a sort of sidekick-type creature. They're not very good fighters, but they bring knowledge and lore to the table. Whether they're aliens from some far off star, seeking your aid to prevent catastrophe, or psionic natives of the Underdark eager to bask in your positivity and hopefully stick it to the tyrants they're forced to share real estate with. My group generally treats them as straight up aliens, benevolent but strange. Course, we're all pretty strange, so we get along just fine. Otyugh - Okay so, the aberration creature type implies that this is something from another world that doesn't belong. And yet otyughs, which are aberrations, are an essential part of this world's ecosystem? Okay, I can buy the idea that an alien organism adapted to our world and is now a key part of it. Fronterra's got a TON of that. It just feels like after a point, the otyugh would be considered a beast? Otyughs are great. Every ecosystem needs a decomposer, and every fantasy story needs at least one dive into the sewers. Otyughs provide both, and are intelligent enough to keep the plot moving if it hits a snag. There's always going to be garbage, refuse, carrion, decay, things that need to be broken down and processed. Carrion crawler - The carrion crawler is pretty similar to the otyugh in that it's technically not considered a beast, and therefor must have its origins elsewhere, but feels so integrated into the ecosystem that it just feels like it belongs. They usually can't talk, so they're not just reskinned otyughs, but I still consider them pretty essential. Otyughs find a singular spot where waste is dumped and shovel it down at their leisure, while carrion crawlers skulk through the tunnels, actively seeking their food. The crawler got one of the most radical redesigns on the transition from second to third edition, but I can't really choose a single favorite. The oldschool tentacle-faced cutworm looks like it could be a real animal, while the googly-eyed Halloween decoration feels like it could be from another world, merely having set up shop here. Could there name apply to two wholly different creatures? If so, then I'm not sure which one mine would be considered. I kinda mashed them together into something that doesn't quite feel like either. But I like it for what it is. Maybe I'll sneak it onto Fronterra. Aboleth - Tentacled, telepathic sea creatures who turn humans into slimy minions, who remember everything their race has ever seen, and who are always plotting something behind the scenes. Yeah, the aboleths really crank up the Lovecraft elements. Actually, between the mind flayers, the flumphs and the aboleths, even the most oldschool D&D covered quite a few essential Lovecraftian bases. The flayers are your corrupt yet still recognizable humanoids who can be considered truly evil, the flumphs are benevolent-yet-bizarre guardians who know more than you, and the aboleths are the truly unknowable, sinister intellects. The fact that they can barely function on land honestly only adds to that, IMO. They're inherently difficult for a party to reach, and they offer some nice underwater adventure seeds. Not enough adventures go underwater. There's this perception that the ocean is bad for storytelling because so many writers lack the creativity to make it work. I wanna run an underwater adventure now. Beholder - Icon of icons! THE D&D monster! The beholder! Paranoid, jumpy, always five steps ahead and twenty steps perpendicular! Beholds are fun in just about every way. Between their wacky, diverse designs, their elaborate lairs, their eccentric personalities, their bizarre powers, you're never gonna run out of fun with beholders. Remorhaz - It's always been a thing that bothered me with environment-based monsters. Why does the ice monster who lives in the cold use ice as a weapon? Aren't most of the things it encounters going to be resistant to the cold? Sure, a cone of cold will still kill a polar bear, but a lot of the monsters in the tundra are outright immune to cold. A while dragon's not going to get much use out of its breath weapon fighting frost worms and frost giants. That's one reason the remorhaz sticks out to be. We have an icy tundra beast whose insides are a scorching furnace, which it can intensify and weaponize as it sees fit. Which also conveniently explains why its design - a sort of cobra-esque centipede - invokes warm-weather creatures, despite its icy environment. It's a nice subversion of the usual tropes, plus it's just a memorable, cool looking critter to begin with. On a smaller note, the remorhaz feels like a good loophole for Ryla's "no cold weather morphs" rule. Turning into something elementally affiliated with ice is no good, but a non-magical monster that survives the cold by superheating its insides? That seems perfectly viable to me!

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supernatural-and-things · 8 years ago

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Angel Tears

Summary: We’ve all heard of crocodile tears, right? Well angel tears are sooo much worse and are usually brought upon by certain green-eyed hunters.

Warnings: Fluff, sickeningly sweet fluff, filled with rainbows and unicorns, angsty flashback to the show (but honestly what isn’t angsty in the show)

A/N: This is set as an alternates conclusion to Castiel overpowering Naomi’s mind control in season 8. Hope you all enjoy!

Read it on FanFic here.

Knock, knock, knock.

Castiel jolted his body upwards at the unexpected interruption, groaning with a slight hint of annoyance. The yet to be determined distraction had ceased one of Cas’ favourite times of the day - lying on his bed, in his very own room at the bunker, meditating on the day. As Castiel begrudgingly turned to see who had so rudely disturbed his peace, only to see a figure that Cas could never be mad at - a certain hunter with the most viridescent eyes he had ever seen.

“Hey, Cas, sorry to bother you,” the man said, slightly flustered.

Cas took the opportunity of the hunter’s unusual fumbling with words to gaze at the human who was standing at his doorway. All of the features of this specimen were responsible for creating the perfection that was still stuttering before Cas; from his short cut dirty blond hair atop his head, which was chiselled with a jawline that could cut through anything, and decorated with soft pink lips and those green eyes that made Castiel want to melt into the floor, to his broad muscular shoulders, connected seamlessly to his hard stomach. Dean Winchester.

“Dean? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, man, I just wanted to pretty much ask you that, Dean said chuckling lightly, "after what happened the other day, I-I just thought that I should check in on you.”

Castiel sighed deeply, his facial features immediately dropping as he collapsed onto his almost ridiculously comfortable bed. He heard the hunter’s footsteps walk to the other side of the bed and felt the compression into the mattress as he laid down next to him. Cas curled himself into a small tight ball, hot tears beginning to silently drop down his face.

There’s no way I am facing Dean while I’m like this, Castiel though as Dean placed a warm hand gingerly on his shoulder.

“Hey, come on Cas,” Dean spoke softly and gently, “talk to me, tell me what I can do to help.”

Cas rolled onto his stomach to help conceal the tears that were now falling faster as he buried his head into his arms. The other day, the day that Cas knew his family would never accept him again- his family being Sam and Dean- he had long since realised the angels didn’t want him. Castiel had a simple mission- find the angel tablet and kill Dean Winchester- he had succeeded in the first part, it was easy enough, but once he had seen the hurt in Dean’s eyes he knew he wouldn’t be able to complete the mission, so Cas had given up, let himself collapse and be dragged out by Sam and Dean, waking up in his room in the bunker two days later. A week on, Castiel still couldn’t face Dean on the subject, and no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t stare at those gorgeous green eyes without disintegrating inside.

Dean rolled his angel to face him, they needed to talk about what had happened because he needed Cas to know that he was in love with him. The two days that Cas wouldn’t wake up was absolute agony for the blond-haired hunter. Sam had to practically drag Dean from Cas’ bedside to get him to eat- even just drink water. Now that Cas was awake again, he needed to tell him, before anything else bad happened to them. The state that the beautiful blue eyed angel was in once he finally turned towards Dean had left Dean with an almost equally broken expression to match,

“Cas, don’t cry,” Dean whispered into Cas’ ear as he pulled him into a hug.

The angel tensed, he really wasn’t used to this type of touch from Dean, but as he relaxed into the hug, Dean manoeuvred the both of them so he was cradling Cas in his arms.

I guess I better not say anything to Cas today, he needs me right now, as a friend, and it wouldn’t be right to screw with his head when he is in this vulnerable state, Dean thought with a hint of disappointment.

“Dean, I cannot begin to describe how truly sorry I am, it was Naomi, she was mind controlling me and I could barely hold back from killing you because… Dean it was awful in heaven, she made me practice killing you, 205 times I had to kill you, 205 times I watched you die and- and-,” Castiel stammered, choking on his tears.

“Cas, it’s okay. We already knew about Naomi and I knew you would never do anything to-”

“-But no Dean, it’s not okay,” he said cutting off Dean aggressively, “if you had died then I would never forgiven myself for it because I am in love with you.”

Castiel froze as soon as he allowed those last few words to escape his mouth. He shifts slightly to look up at Dean, cheeks still stained with tears and now blushed, eyes wide open and mouth opened slightly in horror at what he had just said.

“I am so sorry Dean, I didn’t mean to-” but with that, Castiel found himself once again interrupted; however, this time it was from Dean’s mouth molding on top of his and it was nothing like he had imagined. It wasn’t soft and gentle like all those romantic movies had made it out to be, but it wasn’t rough or heated either. It was slow and it was deep and it was passionate- and it was so much better than Castiel had expected.

Dean softly placed his hand on Cas’ jawline and angled his head to further deepen the kiss. Dean felt all his heart pumping a million beats a minute and all he could think about was how freaking happy he felt. Cas’ tongue brushed gently over his bottom lip, parting it slightly, which sent electric sparks through Dean’s spine as he moaned Cas’ name almost inaudibly. As both Dean and Cas finished exploring each other’s mouths, Dean gently grazed Cas’ bottom lip with his teeth, before threading his fingers through his thick black locks. Dean parted them just enough so that he could speak, but their foreheads remained in contact.

“I love you too, you moron.”

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networkingdefinition · 5 years ago

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You’re going to get your skull crushed.’ Cole held up a finger. ‘Or I’m going to pet a kangaroo. How cool would that be? – Jennifer Rardin • Children’s books are looked on as a sideline of literature. A special smile. They are usually thought to be associated with women. I was determined not to have this label of sentimentality put on me so I signed by my intials, hoping people wouldn’t bother to wonder if the books were written by a man, woman or kangaroo. – P. L. Travers • Creative new health strategies like micro-insurance for poor people or Kangaroo care for pre-term babies are transforming health outcomes in even the most low-resource settings. Dedication and innovation are transforming health care worldwide. – Liya Kebede • Don’t know what 2 say about Dunk-a-roos. They’re just good! Sometimes you want a food that is comfortable and takes you back. For me, it’s those crazy little kangaroo crackers. – Prince • Envy the kangaroo. That pouch setup is extraordinary; the baby crawls out of the womb when it is about two inches long, gets into the pouch, and proceeds to mature. I’d have a baby if it would develop in my handbag. – Rita Rudner • Even to this day, no native Australian animal species and only one plant species-the macadamia nut-have proved suitable for domestication. There still are no domestic kangaroos. – Jared Diamond • Evolution is a snail, but Revolution is a kangaroo; one crawls, other jumps! – Mehmet Murat Ildan • Go to the Black Sea, meet new people, see beautiful places, get killed by a mutant carnivorous kangaroo goat. One item off my bucket list. – Ilona Andrews • He (Ozzie Smith) plays like he’s on a mini-trampoline or wearing helium kangaroo shorts. – Andy Van Slyke • Hopefully New Zealand let me stay, and they don’t kick me out and ban me. And I hope I don’t get killed by a kangaroo, ‘cuz I heard that happens out there. – Vince Staples • Horton, the kangaroo has sent Vlad!’ Vlad? I know two Vlads. One is a cute little bunny that brings me cookies. The other is bad Vlad. Which Vlad?’ Which one do you think?’ Bad Vlad?’ Good call. – Dr. Seuss • How small the cosmos (a kangaroo’s pouch would hold it), how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness, to a single individual recollection, and its expression in words! – Vladimir Nabokov • How true, how true” said the Sour Kangaroo, “And from now on, you know what I’m gonna do? I’m going to protect them with you!” And the Young Kangaroo in her pouch said “Me too! – Dr. Seuss • I actually had a small kangaroo – and I’m not kidding this time. I was holding a small kangaroo, baby kangaroo … it was very nice to me this time. Do you know what it did afterward? I gave it some milk, and it just spit it all over me. I was like, Is this a thank-you for just being nice and petting the kangaroo? I got milk all over myself. I guess I deserved that from the story last year. – Caroline Wozniacki • I had longed to be a butterfly, and I was one at last. I attended private parties in sumptuous evening dress, simpered and aired my graces like a born beau, and polkaed and schoisched with a step peculiar to myself – and the kangaroo. – Mark Twain • I have no fear of losing my life – if I have to save a koala or a crocodile or a kangaroo or a snake, mate, I will save it. – Steve Irwin • I liked the koala, wallaby, and I chilled with a kangaroo a bit. There was a wombat that I quite enjoyed also – Todd Barry • I wanted to be Stan Laurel, then I wanted to be Fred Astaire and then Captain Kangaroo. I actually started out as a radio announcer when I was 17 and never left the business so that’s literally 70 years. – Dick Van Dyke • I was taught to read by my grandmother. Central to her method was a tale of unnatural love called ‘The Duck and the Kangaroo’. 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My name is, uh, Kangaroo… Kangaroo – Captain Kangaroo … I’m the keeper here of the Treasure House. – Bob Keeshan • Listen, Frank Zhang has moves. He’s probably gonna turn into a kangaroo and do some marsupial jujitsu on their ugly faces. – Rick Riordan • Look, in particular, at the people who, like you, are making average incomes for doing average jobs- bank vice presidents, insurance salesmen, auditors, secretaries of defense- and you’ll realie they all dress the same way, essentially the way the mannequins in the Sears menswear department dress. Now look at the real successes, the people who make a lot more money than you- Elton John, Captain Kangaroo, anybody from Saudi Arabia, Big Bird, and so on. They all dress funny- and they all succeed. – Dave Barry • My mother on her death bed told me, ‘Where the hell did that kangaroo come from!?’ – it just popped out of nowhere and punched her in the head and caused a cerebral hemorrhage, so I thought I’d move to a country where there were no kangaroos! – Colin Mochrie • Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! / You really are beautiful! Pearls, / harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! – Frank O’Hara • The chimpanzees in the zoos do it, Some courageous kangaroos do it Let’s do it, let’s fall in love. I’m sure giraffes on the sly do it, Even eagles as they fly do it, Let’s do it, let’s fall in love. – Cole Porter • There is nothing more delightful than to scoop up a wild joey in your arms and smell the wind and eucalyptus in the coats of the gentle kangaroo or the deep-earth smell of tiny wallabies. It is wonderful to see the trust in their eyes and the gradual realization that you mean them no harm. – Stella Reid • This is your court and you possess the force to celebrate the trial and convict me on the basis of your lists of accusations, the public one and the secret one, and you can dictate a sentence prepared by the political and security apparatuses that are behind this trial. But I too possess a will obtained from the justice of our cause and the determination of our people to reject any decision from this ‘kangaroo court’. – Ahmad Sa’adat • Two kangaroos were talking to each other, and one said, ‘I hope it doesn’t rain today. I hate it when the children play inside. – Henny Youngman • Until we do something about wild dogs, kangaroos competing for pasture, your fortunes in life aren’t gonna turn around. – Barry O’Sullivan • What will happen to the spirit of this ancient dreaming land without the great mobs of kangaroos bounding across the song lines, energizing the land? Will the sunset and dawn mourn the passing of the creatures who danced in their light? – Sue Arnold • When I went to Australia, I went shark diving. It was crazy. It was called ‘extreme’ shark diving because even though we were in cages, we literally could touch the sharks swimming by. They were huge and I’m terrified of sharks. Then I went to a wildlife park and held kangaroos. That was nice. – Taylor Lautner • When you come across with a problem in your life, do not always try to solve it; make a long jump like a kangaroo and continue your way! Sometimes problems must be leaped over without touching them! – Mehmet Murat Ildan • Who will mourn the passing of our magnificent kangaroos? Who will remember how the bush once danced in rhythm with the thumping, jumping kangaroos who flew over fences their great tails drumming on the earth? Who will remember the big red male kangaroo lying in the desert sun, his coat almost indistinguishable from the red earth from which he came? – Sue Arnold • With kangaroos, you say ‘Sit!’ and they start boxing with you. They’re nuts! – Jerry O’Connell • Yeah, I think it’s an absolute disaster that Australia, the government, allowed kangaroo culling. – Steve Irwin • Your heart keeps jumping like a kangaroo, floating like an onion in a bowl of stew. – Fabian [clickbank-storefront-bestselling]

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jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: 'u', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '4', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_u').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_u img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); );

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