Mlp infected aus that just erase Discord from existence is so funny, he would shut that shit down so fast. Not even all that for the sake of friendship or whatever he’d see it and be like erm… not really my cup of chaos, this is just gross (snap, fixed)
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God something kills me about imagining the High Five Heroes as they were described at 14 years old, being led out into the forest by Porter, an adult they supposedly trusted. Fledgling adventurers jumping at the chance for special treatment by a teacher, to get a leg up on the competition.
Kipperlilly with her pigtails. Ruben with his braces, sandals and puka shell. Tiny Oisin, not having hit his growth spurt yet, with Mary Ann even tinier. Lucy Frostblade, described as a "kind soul".
All them walking to this clearing every day to watch their instructor slaughter monsters and ask them to give the killing blow. In Ruben's dream, he was terrified walking to this clearing!
All of these kids who had their shitty, petty grievances manipulated by the adults in power over them to serve a cause of rage and conquest with no concern for their wellbeing. A cause they were asked to die for.
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So, I finally started The Chalice of the Gods-
My commissions are open!
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Knowing your chaotic dumbass friends so well that you feel confident in ordering a special vulture dimension set and custom graphic for an episode that has exactly zero to do with vultures is a love language unto itself.
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For the glory of Bhaal 💀🎶
Bones bones, roses roses...
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ok back to posting. old 'world heist' cover re-worked for the print edition, maybe out this december
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some of my kin liken humans to beasts to illustrate their ruthless ambition.
i do not.
the wolf hungers, and hunts to sate that hunger.
the bear must rest, and hunts to sleep once winter comes.
the human does not merely 'hunt'.
they torch forests and poison rivers. they build giant constructions which spew gas as black as night into the very air we breathe. they hunt and hunt and hunt until nothing is left.
describing them as anything other than 'human', is to undersell the reality of their callous disregard for any semblence of mercy.
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