#landwalkers

[kowaindar0u]

[ with @nxmelessfighter ]

After two miserable years in captivity, Sengo is finally free.

Well...

It hasn't been quite that simple. But he's choosing to push that deep, deep down inside for the time being, because right now... He's walking!

Or... stumbling, really, like a newborn calf.

His strong, powerful tail, which made him agile as could be in the water, had instead split into these two clumsy legs in a process he could only describe as agonizing.

It would be a bit embarrassing, the reactions garnered from the few people out at this time, surely put off by his strange and struggling manner of movement (and definitely not by his sheer lack of clothing)-- but he's far too busy staring in wonder at everything around him.

So many of the buildings are dark, and their doors don't open when he tries to pull at their handles. But then he sees one with light coming from inside-- he spots the word 'pharmacy' which he can more or less infer the meaning of-- and excitedly rushes to the doors, using the wall for support... He pulls, and it opens!

Excited and almost overwhelmed by this new discovery, he clambers inside, wide ochre eyes darting back and forth across everything.

Shelves, boxes, bottles, bags, lights... So much! Oh, is that... food? He moves toward this aisle, haphazardly using shelves as a guide along the way, knocking off items with mumblings of "oops...! oh dear..."

There is a particularly shiny metallic bag that catches his eye, with 'chips' printed on it near the bottom... He doesn't know what they are, but if they're in such a pretty bag, they must be delicious, right?

He grabs the bag and haphazardly rips it open, half the bag's contents flying out and to the ground, and starts munching.

"Oh? Yummy...!"

[lizardofspace]

I made another drawing of monsters that are in my World Of Magic story!

All characters in this drawing belong to © Me @spacelizardwarrior

[whatsthatmagiccard]

Does anyone know what Omo... does? Like, she's the most intriguing commander we've had in years, let alone in Simic, but I just don't understand what the payoff is. Extra mana off of Urzatron and Loci? Grouphug or cheating landwalk by putting everything counters on opposing lands? The precon itself doesn't seem to know what to do, either, as it looks like its wincon is generic landfall and maybe Dark Depths. They didn't even reprint Maze's End.

[teethofthedeeps]

I think if Stoplight wanted to, he could steal the coat of a very large man and walk about the city in the dead of night. His only problem would be finding one that's big enough and not too uncomfortable for his fins.

[circle-girls-tower]

[shadowgirl-noa]

pulls out my tablet for the first time in months to do screenshot drawovers of girly turtle OC's because I guess I'm 5 again and we can do this without feeling (too) cringe

playin around with ideaaaas oooh what else to dooo and aaaaadd

[izmagicallulu]

Here’s the rest of the process of my Ocs family tree.

[rdlain]

I cannot stress the fact that every fiber of my being is begging, screaming, in perfect unison, for one thing and one thing only (listen close and you too may hear it...):

RED GATORADE

PLEASE GOD PLEASE GOD PLEASE GOD PLEASE GOD PLEASE GOD PLEASE GOD PLEASE GOD PLEASE

[olive-on-horse]

Janurary babies bc i forgor Lauri Pandora (Dora) Rindou Jack

[theshadowwalkers]

Chapter 2 preview

I thought I’d share a little sneakpeek of what you’ll be doing in chapter 2! The demo is still on track to release during the winter months, I’ll get more precise as I work on chapter 3!

As you walk through the capital city of Ahn-Seriel, you’ll get to meet one of the ahns, the little fae creatures who give their name and their power to the Ahn’né people.

Your exhaustion is drawing in a cloud of ahns, flying around you at a small distance. You see people giving you quick glances when they notice, your upper body almost glowing with the many little lights, dancing as they follow you. One of the ahns comes closer and closer, until they land lightly on your shoulder. Completely weightless, you only notice them because of the light they emit hitting right into the corner of your eye. [[You accept the help of the ahn.|2.2.1]] [[You politely decline the help of the ahn.|2.2.2]]

You’ll cross paths with the barge docks, where the Ondines man the barge system that runs through the Dreaming Woods.

The capital city is split in two by the river, barges passing through multiple times a day and offering the fastest way of travel through the Continent that doesn't rely on irha. You've never personally interacted with an Ondine before, despite a few of them living on the docks of Ahn-Seriel, and many more in the waters flowing directly inside the city. [[That's one of the reasons you're so excited to ship out soon.|2.5.1]] [[You're a bit apprehensive at the idea of leaving the city.|2.5.2]] [[You've never cared much about meeting the other races.|2.5.3]]

And as you finally get home, to the mother-tree where House Haravel resides, you’ll get to interact with a member of House Haravel, your kin.

House Haravel is the largest Dreamer kingroup in Weavers Grove. An entire mother-tree serves as home for your kinsmen, whereas most Houses and other citizens of Ahn-Seriel share the space of the giant dreaming elms throughout the city. [...]

[[At last, you enter.|2.8]]

Every last one of your senses is assaulted as soon as you cross through the veil. A loud clamor is accompanied by a flash of blue light, and something heavy barrels into you with all its might. [[It's Enor, your twin.|2.8.1]] [[It's Dülla, your neqe.|2.8.2]] [[It's Sÿlen, your best friend.|2.8.3]]

I hope you’ll enjoy playing through the Shadowwalkers at least half as much as I enjoy writing it! All questions about the world and the story are more than welcome as we wait together for the release.

-Mako

[lizardofspace]

Made a land monster named Forest

Forest belongs to © Me @spacelizardwarrior

[pinbones]

What does my new WIP and a sexy lady have in common

Has legs but is waaay outta my depth

[teethofthedeeps]

She passes him half of her caramel apple. - @umbrellamedic

Give my muse an item and see how they react.

Well, this was something new. Another landwalker had appeared, this time a female that seemed to be made of braver stuff than the rest of her kind. Bold enough to offer food even, and it was clear it was food as he'd seen her biting at it just a moment ago before passing it over to him. Sharing was unheard of when it came to the Trench, unless it was young being fed by older, more capable Hunters. What was this female doing giving her food to one bigger than herself? Queens were fed, they were the ones given food, not the other way around. Stoplight was almost hesitant to accept it, but the landwalker had passed it over, pale blue eyes almost curious as though waiting to see what he'd do with it. Was it poison? If it had been poison, she wouldn't have eaten it herself, and yet it didn't seem like any type of food Stoplight had ever seen in his life. It was not flesh, ripped straight from prey still alive and swimming. It was colourful, and smelled... what was that smell again, sweet? It was small, whatever it was, sticky thing dwarfed in his webbed claws. Stoplight swallowed, the pale orbs of his eyes rolling as he gingerly lifted the half-eaten... thing to his cavernous maw, thousands of needle-like teeth coming into contact with the food. It met his fangs with a solid crunch, stick and all eviscerated by how powerful maw. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. The outside was softer than expected, not at all like a clam or mussel, or conch when he'd been really hungry and ripped their powerful shells apart to get at fragments of meat inside. This thing was... he couldn't even describe it had he the words to do so, an oddly crunchy, sweet taste upon a tongue that had never tasted sweetness before. What was it? It was food, not meat and not satisying in the least, but it was different, Stoplight's maw drooling as he crunched up the remains of the odd solid-soft thing. Stick and all disappeared down his ravenous gullet - Stoplight didn't even pause to think first if it might be edible, but it was no match for his teeth therefore no match for him. The Trench licked his fangs clean of sticky caramel apple chunks and drool, turning back to Bertha with a whine. "More? Want more."

[atomic-sludge]

No context only meme

[chubbychoco]

fucking roasted in the dnd group chat

[izmagicallulu]

Introducing the new Osamu!!

He looks better as a Cathar!