#if not im telling you this rn

[roslina-w-bagnie]

i realised i REALLY havent been posting any of my art lately and that i should probably change that so, our dnd party after a year of playing

gushing about our campaign below

we're currently close to finishing the lost mine of phandelver module and gonne move on to my homebrew writing and i am EXCITED

from the left we got:

Jared, human paladin oath of glory

Six years after leaving the army, arguing with his family and leaving the country to travel the world, he got a letter from his mother about a war brewing in his homeland, one of his brothers being drafted and the second being ill. She asked him for a meeting before they move inland. We're a week away from the date.

Damaia, tiefling draconic sorcerer/blood cleric

During a festival in Neverwinter, they went to a fortune teller, where she was told the 'Father of Lies' was keeping his eyes on her. She went reaserching and found out about Asmodeus. After they found about about Bib's betrayl and death, she tried to contact him and managed to bring him back as undead, effectively sealing both her and his fate into the hands of Asmodeus.

Paori, half-elven monk, way of the open hand

She comes from an extremely closed off village. After leaving and trying to come back home again she was told to leave ad never come back. After meeting the rest of the party, through a mutual friend she met another person from her village, a sorceress named Sevanna. Through some internal conflicts about religion and allegiance (and inventing atheism in the process(??)), she plans to come back home again.

Wilson, dwarf swashbuckler rogue/barbarian

*slaps the dwarf* this bad boy can fit so much trauma

In his past he had sailed on two different ships. One of his family, who were killed by pirates, second of his lover's, which was attacked by the kraken. He was the only survivor of that encounter (he believes *wink wink*), which still plagues his dreams. Through his current employer he met the rest of these chucklefucks, and currently is mostly down for the ride.

Bib, goblin/hollow one, arcane trickster rogue turned undead warlock

He was part of the Cragmaw Tribe, which were killed by the party in search for Sildar Hallwinter. After the massacre Black Spider (bbeg of the module) reached out to him and he started working directly under him in hopes of bringing the party down. Well, the party found out through a letter from the Black Spider which was in Bib's possession. They tried to stage a middle-of-the-night assult from BS's people, during which he fell from a tree he was trying to climb and bled out while the party was arguing about a course of action with him. Damaia managed to bring him back and his current plan was seeing Black Spider's downfall. After that? A strange symbol has appeard on his palm, so he should probably look into that.

[oifaaa]

Fun new game I'm playing while watching the new Percy Jackson show called "Was this actually different in the books or is my memory just shit"

[hellspawnmotel]

vivian in the glitz pit

[thebrainrotsreal]

Drew this real quick because I fucking love these two so much ???? Especially Bee. I wish they interacted more so badly. PLEASE.

Also learning how to draw these guys.. slowly.

[kevrenee]

number symbolism in aftg

kevin's bday being 22 + 22 ravens when evermore was shut down + 22 of neil's names and cities

andreil jersey numbers adding up to 13. baltimore happened on 10/3.

renees jersey number being 9 - stephanie being renee's 9th foster home

jeans jersey being 29 for kevin (2) and renee (9) and jeremy (2+9=11)

riko's perfect court fell after number 4 (四 ie, 死 (death))

neil's 10 is the mirror image of riko's 01

[silversoulsociety]

Shouma Toriashi

Raise Wa Tanin Ga ii

[sketchy-tour]

I need him to bury me in affection right now

[starry-bi-sky]

mmm throwaway conversation between Dan and Danny that popped into my head that I had to write out:

"You spent ten years being a one-man mass extinction event, then went back in time and fought me, and lost." Danny snarls, arms crossed and throat tight. His mouth pulls back to bare dagger-sharp teeth, and his eyes burn with the familiar thrum of ectoplasm heating up behind his eyes. "If I didn't believe you were half of Vlad before, I do now."

His other self -- and really, can he even call him that? He's half of Vlad too. Two halves severed from each other and welded together to make a new whole, -- snaps his head over to him. Wild-eyed and furious, he looks unlike the man Danny fought before, the one unruffled and untouched, unbothered by the world around him. It's familiar, but not like the way a reflection is.

"What's that supposed to mean." The Other hisses, matching Danny's scowl one-for-one with fangs much bigger and sharper than his.

But there's a reason lions fear hyenas. Danny matches the rumble in The Other's chest with one of his own, and shoves his face close to his. "I don't lose."

[bulbabutt]

don can't sleep and needs a second opinion. good thing raphie's always there and knows exactly how to help

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[ghostsberry]

somethin' stupid

[krazieka2]

Here's a big old Fire Emblem Search & Find I did for the FE3H Masquerade Zine! Find the Golden Deer, but see if you can't find the rest of the students as well! For the ultimate challenge, see if you can't name every character! (Disclaimer two characters are NPCs with no names)

[mushroomstairs]

cleaning up a storyboard that's very minotaur-centric, so im starting to spread pro-minotaur propaganda

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

[amoebeau]

Ok yeah whatever 

[ccrisntok]

Good thing.

(spoilers for most recent drdt ep)

[knifeforkspooncup]

K but Crowley calling Aziraphale angel in this moment? When Aziraphale thinks he's fallen and that that word will never apply to him again?