#maybe i should get into making custom ones

[ttrpgcafe]

I got bitten by a stray cat recently, and unfortunately, animal control had to be called because it was at my place of work during business hours. The next day, I was talking to my co-workers about trying to get the cat adopted out by someone in the office or maybe adopting it as a "barn cat" and letting it back out into the neighborhood, and they were BAFFLED by my willingness to help an animal that had bitten me.

This is a microcosm of an at least weekly occurrence where I tell someone about a time I was nice to someone and they're like "wow, I could never" and it makes me think a lot about my time in retail. I was required to be nice to every customer, every time, no matter what they said to me, and that never really seemed difficult to me, even on the hard days. There's a common enough saying that "everyone should work retail and\or food service for at least 6 months at some point in their life" and while I don't think that's the silver bullet to everyone being kind all of a sudden, I think it would probably foster a lot more empathy in people.

The idea that "they don't deserve anything from you" or "you don't owe them anything" is, in my mind, patently false. Of course they deserve kindness from me. Of course I owe them the decency I would want them to treat me with. A world where we all hold grudges over every slight and never give anyone the benefit of the doubt is one I don't want to live in. Thankfully, I can wake up every morning and be the change I want to see in the world, to make sure that not everyone acts like that, and so can you.

Genuinely kind people don't get enough credit. People seem to think that being nice is just a personality trait, but it's actually a commitment to treat people well, even when it's hard. It's not just being nice to the people you like.

It's choosing to be kind to people when you're in a bad mood, or when they're being annoying.

It's choosing to be kind to people who your friends don't like.

It's choosing to be kind to people who you don't particularly like.

It's choosing to be kind to people who you envy.

I'm not saying that you can't be a kind person and stand up for yourself, or tell someone to fuck off when they're doing something genuinely harmful, but there are a million petty reasons people use to justify treating people badly.

It is a conscious choice, made over and over, often several times a day, to treat people with kindness and respect, even when they make it hard. So appreciate the consistently kind people in your life, because they work hard to be that way, and they really don't have to.

[s-4pphics]

cw; fratadjacent!ellie, mentions of prescription drugs and dealing, literally just for ‘23 tlou tumblr nostalgia 

attempt 747388282 of getting outta my block. barely edited bc i havent slept

How the hell do you introduce yourself to a dealer?

Initiating convos with a stranger with a hey, do you sell addies, seems a little rude for regular common folk, but do dealers actually care about introduction etiquette? Highly doubtful, but you despise assuming shit about people, much due to the fact that your brain has a deadly latching tendency, remembering everything it shouldn’t and forgetting everything you should remember. 

Dealers are driven by the dollar, aren’t they? Just like everyone else. Show the money, get the candy… or something? You doubt Mel would put you in harm's way. 

You came to your roommate in the middle of a breakdown: self-soothed through a panic attack with snot dripping down your nose and thoughts scattered like they always are. Always. Your brain never listens to reason and it’s torture. She held you while you cried and cursed the medical industry, all while your brain shattered to pieces, attempting to find solace in Mel’s softened whisper. 

I have this friend…

And of course, your brain never forgets. Your prescription is forever to blame for your shortcomings. Every unfinished essay, failed test, failed class — mindless scrolling — it’s all due to your lack of… candy. Brain candy. It’s fucked up how terribly you need it to get through school. If you don’t pop one at six in the morning everyday, every plan you make goes down the drain and into the sewers. 

Pharmacies are supposed to always have their shit together. Customers come in, grab their beans, and they dip for a month before doing it all over again. Visits are dandy until they aren’t, apparently. Out of all people, why did they have to fuck up yours? A year of going to the same location with the same pharmacist and they suddenly misplace the only jewels that keep your head on your neck. 

Sure, you could sue or commit arson to that entire building, but you decided spending the last bit of your free time bribing the go-to drug lord of campus would be much more beneficial. And less… endangering. 

Mel is close with drug dealers — a surprising fact to discover about your soft-toned friend. Ellie Williams is one of them, and she’s expecting your arrival, according to Mel. The texts between you and this faceless stranger were brief, aloof — quite business-like despite the topic of conversation. You only hear about her from the sidelines or your roommate, and everyone seems to have a consensus opinion. 

Evidently, she fucking sucks. And fucks. Literally and figuratively. Good for her? You don’t give a shit. She agreed to give you a month's supply of Dextro for fifteen bucks. Fuck the gossip and the pharmacy. 

That gets you knocking. It takes fourteen seconds for the door to open, and you're instantly hit with the wall of Mary. Jane, in particular, and she’s covered in red lights. 

The testy drug head doesn’t fit everybody’s description; her face is almost too sweet for her body. She’s literally wearing Spiderman PJs. What kinda dealer has freckles and rosy cheeks? Her eyes remind you of a deer’s despite the pink tint. Can deers even get high? 

One of the first things Ellie does is take in your Patrick Star slippers. Her grin is slight as she eyes them. 

“Huh.”

“… Hey.” 

“Hello.” 

You hate silence more than anything in the world. It’s so fucking awkward in this hallway. 

“Name?” 

… Maybe intros are necessary? “Oh. Uh. I’m Mel’s friend. I’m guessing y’all know each other? I’m—“

The a-ha she makes is very innocuous. This is the beast everyone always talks about? “My dex pickup, right?” 

You jokingly shrug, “in the flesh.” 

“Nice to meet you.” 

“You… you, too.” 

It’s silent again. Being shot in the face would be less painful than standing here. 

Soon, but not nearly enough, Ellie digs into her pocket to retrieve a very familiar looking orange bottle. It almost looks like yours minus the white sticker with your name and dosage. Just plain orange. And filled a hefty amount. A little over halfway. 

“Uh,” you stumble around in your jean pocket like an idiot. When you come up empty handed, you dig around in your back pocket. Then your other front, then your other back. 

Where the fuck is your twenty? 

“Uh… um…”

You check your bra and your shoulder bag and your sock, all while Ellie stares at you like you’re a walrus on stilts. 

“I’m… I dunno where my…” 

“Short?”

Flames burst beneath your cheeks. Too fucking short. If you were in a mafia film, you’d be strung up in front of Ellie’s door as a warning for loose pocketers. 

But Ellie’s not in the fucking mafia. She looks like she’s about to laugh. Before you can drown her in apologies, she hands you the clattering jar. 

“… Wh—“

“No offense, but… I think you needa fill.” 

This has to be a test. Ellie’s going to slice your hand clean off your wrist when you reach for your vice… Your prescription, you mean. Not vice—

“You want ‘em or not?” 

Impatient as fuck — very on brand. Just as your palm eagerly closes around the bottle, a shock of electricity pops from Ellie’s hand to yours. She flinches but you don’t. The horrifying screams from the little fuckers in your hand are too distracting. 

“Do I owe you?” 

She ponders for a second. Eyes you with curiosity. Snickers down at your slippers. 

“It’s cool. Just tell me if they work.” 

“Why wouldn’t they?”

“Do I really have to explain the hierarchy to you?” 

“What do you think?” 

Ellie pins you with a playful glare, “I bought from someone new.” 

That doesn’t mean shit to you, so why are you attempting to make conversation? “Is that why you stocked me up?” 

“Sure.” 

“Are they laced?” 

She shrugs, “maybe.” 

That should induce fear… It never comes. You anticipate focusing too much to care. If you die, you die. 

This convo fucking sucks. And now it’s quiet because how the fuck are you supposed to respond to you potentially OD-ing? Your brain’s cranking but, just like every other time, you come up empty handed. 

“You can go now.” 

You try not to be bothered by her dismissing you. You shouldn’t be bothered by anything — she did you a favor. Ellie must really like your fucking slippers. She’s spoken to Patrick more than you this entire time. 

“… Thanks.” 

“No sweat. Get home safe.” 

Her door closes. Your chest opens. You convince yourself it’s with gratitude, and not at all due to the weird attraction you felt for that drugged-out freakazoid. 

[linksfunroadtrip]

Link's Fun Commentary - Prologue!

+ sailor design commentary. link's fun extra

Twilight Field, War of Eras...

Sailor starting in Hyrule Warriors and being dropped immediately into Shepherd's era is actually the second pitch for the beginning of the comic, the very First pitch being the first two pages of chapter 1.

More than anything we just wanted to get it done, but we didn't really know what we were doing . We cobbled together a custom font and got right to it. My Fun Facts: All the grass is the same image reused over and over except for when it isn't . Literally all of the smoke was just repeated/moved around. We didn't even really know how to use gradients effectively...

... Which can be seen in these next two panels. LOL.

The work split on this batch set a precedent for sure. @islandlobster took up lining and flat colors, and had the Hard Job of harmonizing our styles, processes, and experiments. Do you see a lot of small, long-form comics with grainy, textured line-art? Maybe no? Well we found out why.

These panels also feature the Only Two Triforces we remembered to draw !!! Oh My God!!!

As much as we struggled, things moved pretty quick from the get-go. Since the prologue is only a handful of pages we didn't really run into the issues we would with chapter 1, especially regarding our complete and utter lack of script. This went straight from thumbnailing to the final result!! (NOT A SUSTAINABLE WAY TO DO A GROUP PROJECT...!)

I wanted to mention though that when I wrote the line above, I wasn't sure if this was how you would spell it for like . a Soldier Troop or a Performance Troupe. Which I just looked up now and found out I Absolutely got them mixed up. so umm. Sorry. Sailor is not in the circus yet.

Cia was just defeated in the main campaign! I felt like such a smart cookie for this one.

She doesn't even know she wont be going home yet‼️ laughing and pointing ‼️

It was an Early idea that Sailor would conveniently miss the time portal transporting the field (with her in it!) back to its era. This was supposed to be a reoccurring bit, but we didn't commit to it too hard going forward, so who's to say if that'll be realized.

The pirate charm plays a big role in the prologue. A little funny because we were absolutely sick to death of drawing it by the end, as well as the fact that it is there in lieu of her red-gem necklace that we forgot to draw. it is Welcome and Unfortunate that it doesn't work anymore, especially because having the chance to name drop like this was very indulgent.

The era of twilight ! Including the locations and times was in the original sketches, but when we found out that our inexperience with backgrounds wasn't lending itself to establishing Where we were, it came in handy. We Agonized over placing the castle and argued* for like a week about how forested the area should be. Luckily we use noclip now, so things have improved as we've moved into chapter 2 :]

Either way, hopefully it wasn't too confusing, and as we introduce new characters the picture will be clearer. We've talked a little bit about returning to the prologue to spiff it up a bit, but we feel we aren't far enough into the comic to make it worthwhile.

and now over to Pea with the weather:

my name is pea islandlobster and you can't tell that it's me because we are writing on the same post but trust okay 🤞 I am here to talk about SAILOR!!!

Sailor has been my baby brainchild before LFRT was even a blip in our minds eye (my proof) and it has been a beautiful indulgence for me to both put her in AND have her be the first Link we meet. YAY!

I have two designs for her, for which I have helpfully made a diagram just for you..! Labeled and everything..!

A: pheww my big one that I have been sitting on forever. Sailor's necklace was constructed over the course of her adventure, initially only having her red gem (given to her by King Daphnes, from his own crown). Four pearls were later added, parting gifts from Oshus and the three spirits. Also intended to mirror the three Goddess pearls from Wind Waker..! and an extra yellow one i guess. triforce? idk

B: Sailor's chipped tooth is a funny one that I will have to make a small comic about at some point. It's not even anything from her adventure. A couple years before WW, Aryll was pretty upset about losing her first tooth, and in typical Link fashion she thought the best way of comforting her was to ALSO lose a tooth. Grandma was not happy.

C: Most Links have a triforce mark, and each one we are giving a reason towards ^.^ Sailor's mark is entirely scar tissue, specifically it is hypertrophic. She held her triforce for only a few days and got it (maybe quite literally) ripped from her by Ganondorf, so take that as you will. Tetra and her are matching yayyy..!

D: Giving her hero outfit it's own section so I can tuck it out of the way lol. A modified version of her original hero outfit, courtesy of shipmate Nudge (guy in the top left). She was a little upset over having to alter Grandma's hard work, but she preserved it where she could. Like her seashell belt! ^_^

E: SIDEBURNS! Not present in the prologue because it has been a recent development but I figured it was worth bringing up. During WoE, as she grows her hair, her sideburns resemble little lobster claws. Cute! In LFRT as grown out as it is, I thought making them swirly as a reference to pretty much every cloud/wind effect used in WW lol.

From a combination of outgrowing stuff and missing home, Sailor was christened with Lobster Shirt 2.0 as we know and love today. Who made it for her? I dunnooo..... let's sit and think about this one.

Phewww. This was a long one - and no doubt the next will be longer - but this is all for now! Feel free to send any questions you might have ^.^ Thank you for all the support! Chapter 2 part 2 soon!

[pascalislove]

ANGEL: SALESMAN X FEM!READER- PART 4

Summary: She was an angel and she should be his.

The next morning came with a grayish sky and a lingering cold that seeped through the windows of the small bookstore where Y/N worked. She was organizing a stack of books on the counter when she heard the door bell ring.

—¡Welcome! —she said automatically, with a professional smile, without looking up.

—What a lovely welcome.

Y/N felt her blood run cold in her veins. She recognized that voice instantly. Slowly, she looked up and there he was, with his impeccable dark suit and that sly smile that made her boil with rage.

—¿You? —she blurted out, his tone changing instantly.

The man tilted his head, amused.

—I'm flattered that you remember me.

Y/N frowned, her kindness disappearing in a second.

—Get out.

The man put on an expression of false surprise.

—Wow, how cold. Yesterday you were much friendlier...

She glared at him.

—I don't want to have anything to do with you.

—That's a shame,—he said, looking around the bookstore.—Because I really need a book.

Y/N clenched her fists, trying to contain her anger.

—You don't have to come here. There are many other bookstores in the city.

He smiled calmly.

—But this one has exceptional customer service.

She took a deep breath, trying to control herself. She didn't want to make a scene at work.

—Tell me what book you're looking for and leave quickly,— she snapped.

The man slowly walked through the shelves, as if he was really looking for something.

—Hmm… I'm looking for something interesting. Something… intense.

Y/N felt like every word of his was loaded with double meanings.

—Stop playing games.

—Ah, so you like games?

She frowned at him.

He smiled, stopping in front of a shelf of classic novels.

—Tell me, Y/N…—he said, flipping through a book without looking at her, —are you always this hostile to customers?

—Only with those who deserve it.

He let out a low laugh.

—I like your character.

—I don't care what you like.

The man closed the book gently and looked directly at her.

—Yesterday you were very angry with me.

Y/N crossed her arms.

—And you expect me to apologize for that?

He shook his head.

—No, on the contrary. You impressed me.

Y/N blinked. I didn't expect that answer.

—You hit hard,—he continued, touching his cheek with mock nostalgia. —I still feel it a little.

She felt a pang of satisfaction.

—You deserved it.

He smiled.

—Maybe. But that only makes me more interested.

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine.

—You're a strange guy.

—That's subjective.

She shook her head.

—You have nothing to do here.

The man seemed to ignore her comment and slowly approached the counter, resting his elbows calmly.

—Tell me, Y/N... what are you going to do with the debt you have?

Y/N felt the air get stuck in her lungs.

—What?

— I know you're in debt,— he said, his tone calm, as if they were talking about the weather—It's not difficult to find out.

Y/N looked at him suspiciously.

—How do you know?

He smiled.

—I have my ways.

She felt a knot in her stomach.

—Why do you care?

—Because I can help you.

Y/N let out a dry laugh.

—Help me? Sure, like yesterday, right? With an absurd offer.

He shook his head.

—Yesterday it was just a game. Today I am offering you something more serious.

Y/N frowned.

—What do you mean?

The man took a card from his pocket and slid it across the counter.

—If you ever decide you want out of your problem, call me.

Y/N looked down at the card. It only had a number, no name or additional information.

She looked up, but the man was already turning toward the door.

—Think about it, Y/N.

And without further ado, he left the bookstore, leaving Y/N with a strange feeling in her chest.

She took the card and looked at it with a frown.

Would you really consider his offer?

She shook her head and put it in her pocket. No. I wouldn't fall for that guy's game.

Or at least, that's what I would try.

This story does not follow the plot of the series, tell me if you like it and if you want me to tag you in the chapters🫶

Tag list:

@beebeechaos, @onyxmango , @muchwita @czarinera, @putrescentpoet

MASTERLIST

[one-lucky-day]

SANGIHUN AU | BOOK SHOP OWNER! SANGWOO/CAFE OWNER! GIHUN Sangwoo pushes open the door to Lucky Bean Café, the familiar scent of coffee wrapping around him. His lunch breaks always seem to lead him here. "Hey, bookstore guy!" Gihun calls from behind the counter, grinning as he wipes his hands on his apron. "Lemme guess. Iced Americano?" "Uh, yeah. Yeah, that's right." Sangwoo says, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Coming right up!" Gihun turns to the espresso machine, sleeves pushed up, exposing the lean muscles of his forearms. Sangwoo forces himself to look at the menu, pretending he isn’t watching the way Gihun's arms flex with every movement. Then Gihun bends over slightly to grab a syrup bottle, and Sangwoo’s eyes flick down before he can stop himself. Heat crawls up his neck. He yanks his gaze back to the menu, suddenly desperate to focus on anything else. "You should try something new," Gihun says, snapping Sangwoo out of his thoughts. "Y'know, live a little. Maybe a caramel macchiato? Or, ooh, a vanilla latte. Something sweet, like you." Sangwoo’s grip tightens around the strap of his bag. His brain stalls, words catching in his throat. "Like me?" It comes out too weak, too uncertain. He clears his throat, trying to will the heat off his face. Gihun grins, sliding the iced Americano across the counter. "Yeah, you know. You always have those fancy chocolates at the bookstore. I figure you’ve got a sweet tooth." Right. The chocolates. That’s all he means. Obviously. Sangwoo nods a little too quickly. "Oh. Yeah, I just--uh, customers like them," he mutters, wrapping his fingers around the cup like it’s the only solid thing in the room. "Sure," Gihun says, eyes glinting with something that makes Sangwoo’s stomach flutter. "Well, if you ever wanna switch things up, first drink’s on me." Sangwoo needs to leave before his face gets more warm. "Thanks. I'll, uh… see you tomorrow." "Looking forward to it, bookstore guy." Gihun winks before turning to the next customer, like he hasn’t just wrecked Sangwoo’s entire sense of composure. Sangwoo rushes outside, exhaling sharply. His heart is still pounding. He seriously needs to get a grip.

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[snek-panini]

Since the copy I sent to @madenthusiasms has arrived, it's time to share my bind of their wonderful fic The Ghost of Husbands past. I had really wanted to get this one out by Christmas, since it's a Christmas fic, but life had other plans. But if a Good Omens fic based on Hallmark Christmas Movie tropes (but without the misogyny, heteronormativity, and anti-intellectualism; and with added anti-coporate and anti-megachurch sentiments and positive disability rep) sounds like your cup of tea you should absolutely go read this immediately.

The cover up above is dark green book cloth for the spine and corners, and white faux leather with silver foil htv for the title. It was infuriatingly difficult to find white faux leather in a thickness I could use for bookbinding--all the craft stores had upholstery weight, which is too heavy and thick once it's paper-backed, and only one supplier had this thinner paper-like material. It was Neenah Papers and I'd never ordered from them before and the process was a nightmare and took weeks to sort out. But I got the stuff, and I love the way it looks and feels. It was one of those instances where I knew exactly what I wanted, had a mental image I was pursuing, and nothing else I considered looked half as good. So in the end it was worth it.

More photos under the cut, including Fun With Fonts and the most complicated spine I've ever made.

Spine photos! It's got little ridges! They're called false bands and you make them with thin strips of board, and then if you're like me you put lines around them to highlight them. There's so much htv on here that it had to be done in three stages; lines, text, and snowflakes were all done separately. I was worried there would be issues with sticking, because I haven't always had a good track record with htv and the foil is especially picky, but other than me simply having big dreams there were no issues.

The bookmark is a dead match for the cloth, which was a happy accident. The endbands are double core and I wove them with stripes of alternating thickness so they'd look like candy canes. I was originally planning to have red, white, and green stripes in the endbands but when I hit the halfway point on the first one they started looking like the flag of Mexico and I had to start over. It very much did not fit the vibe. I do love the candy canes though; they absolutely could not have been better.

The endpaper up there is a Christmas-themed scrapbook paper. In isolation they look a bit jungle-y but they're poinsettias. My original choice for these had a different color scheme with blue snowflakes, but I realized that there would never be a better excuse for leaning into the classic Christmas aesthetic, and I have no regrets.

Interiors! The title page graphic is a free-to-use holly wreath from rawpixel. I kind of went nuts with the custom fonts in here. Conventional book design wisdom is to have two or maybe three fonts in a book, to make it feel cohesive throughout. This one has at least eight. The title page has two, one from Dafont called Flakes and a basic Word font called Castellar, because Flakes has snowflakes on every letter and it looked really weird and busy to have all the text like that. The chapter titles are in another Dafont custom called Fireplace that has sparkles and lets you add swishes under it, but the free version hasn't got numbers so those are in Harrington, which I thought was the closest match. The scene break dividers are a dingbat (symbol) font called DH Snowflakes. The body's in Baskerville but there are newspaper articles and roadside church advertisements in it that both have their own fonts, and the cover fonts are different too but I forget what I used there. And you would think this would make it feel choppy but it doesn't, somehow. It works, and it's trope-y and a bit cheesy but that's Christmas movies for you. The earnestness and enthusiasm is what wins the day, not the polish. I think that's appropriate.

And that's it! I had an absolute blast working on this one, it was so much fun to design. Hope you enjoyed!

[madam-whim]

In all honesty, I think you're gonna have to make up any and all liturgy you might need. Create stuff from thin air to your heart's content.

Because in none of the games (including ESO) have I ever seen the clergy do much at all in that regard. They seem to mainly be there to distribute blessings and healing, and to perhaps provide services related to their respective god (i.e. marriage ceremonies for Mara, funeral rites for Arkay...). We know from Skyrim that there seem to be certain ritualized actions and words attached to these specific events, so I guess you could say at attempt at establishing some liturgy lore was made, but all in all, it seems to me that the priests of Tamriel perform certain rites when there is a demand for them, but that there is no weekly church service people would attend.

That said, I just think it's so funny that Oblivion especially makes us feel like there should be more liturgy, because it all looks so over the top catholic - with the cathedrals with their stained glass windows that very much look like half the city should fit into them on a Sundas. There are literal catholic monks running around in that game, complete with the iconic tonsure. And yet it doesn't seem like the priests ever conduct a service, and people just come in to pray whenever they like. And maaaybe that might just be because anyting else might have been a little hard to implement (back in 2006 in any case).

But also: We have this pantheon made up of nine divines, and while Akatosh does kind of appear as the "lead" deity in Imperial culture, we do have one chapel in each of the major cities, and each is dedicated to a different divine. And to me it appears that while most people in TES are, like, casually religious, those that are really dedicated to it usually have their "main" god that they follow. How would a service even look like, then? Would the priests just go "This is the chapel of Kynareth, so we're going to spread her teachings only"?(And then what happens to, for example, followers of Zenithar in that city? Are they just all expected to move to Leyawiin?) Or would the clergy instead say "Well, technically we are Kynareth's priests, but we serve the Nine!", and church service would be fairly generic, catering to everyone?

I also have not seen any sign of religious celebration of any holidays. This may be due to the fact that there are different regional customs and celebrations around certain holidays (like the New Life), and others are limited to certain regions from the get-go. There are a handful of holidays that are definitely celebrated in Imperial culture, though, and some of them have a religious aspect to them at least, South Winds Prayer for example. I've pulled this from the UESP holiday lore page: "The 15th of Morning Star is a holiday taken very seriously in Tamriel. The South Wind's Prayer is a plea by all the religions of Tamriel for a good planting season. Citizens flock to services in the cities' temples, as the clergy is known to perform free healings on this day." So I guess we have services for major holidays at least? Maybe the chapels are packed for those. But I doubt these things are a regular occurrence.

Oh, and then there's the distinct lack of sermons. I've literally never seen any TES priests giving any at all - I've only witnessed Heimskr's screeching and Maramal preaching to the... less than interested... patrons at the Bee & Barb. And that's not the same thing as someone giving a sermon to their congregation. Also, there is Martin canonically saying he's not used to public speaking, and that's not what I woud expect from a man who gives sermons or conducts church service on a regular basis. Kinda sad that I have to use a random thing this man says to his Blades as a source because the lore gives us nothing...

Personally, I do think the Oblivion chapels really just look the way they do because it fit the vibe of the game from a design (and storytelling, maybe) perspective, but then the devs decided the priests are mainly there to offer guidance on an individual basis and heal the sick and injured, like they do in Skyrim, where the temples seem much better suited to the services the priests provide in their respective divine's name.

Elder Scrolls lore enthusiasts, I am begging for any sources on the mainstream religious practices in Cyrodiil in the 3rd era, because I can't remember a single church service taking place in Oblivion. I just want to make sure I'm not contradicting the lore before I go ham inventing liturgy.

[dollopheadedmerlin]

Unfortunately I am discovering that I am much more of a cassette person than a record person, which is only unfortunate because I have LOADS of second hand records and very few cassettes.

Also no current artists release cassette tapes which is LAME

[healthylevelsofmagicthegathering]

I don't make custom Magic cards very often, but I got inspired to make one based on my character for my Ravnica rp sideblog @lotleth-spore-farmer.

[iniziare]

Consider Yelan's facial expression to be my own in reaction to opinions shared on both X and Tumblr, and I guess I'm in the minority of the 'loud ones', but I'm pretty excited for Natlan since that trailer, actually. The previous teasers left me a little 'eh', but this definitely got my hopes back up, and I'm back in the right spirits for it (and ready to catch some Pokémon.)

Now I wouldn't be me if I didn't touch on the salt that I've seen scattered across the dash, so here I go. Listen, I read people's objections and I see what you're all aiming at, but in that light want to note that it's often incredibly easy to point fingers (arguably too much so) at others while being, quite honestly, hopefully rather aware that many of our own countries, cultures, and its populations across the board (and no, I'm not excluding anyone here) would likely be just as easily guilty as MHY is with these things. And no, I'm not blindly defending them, but I also won't point fingers at only one without pointing them everywhere else as well, including those you might think would 'never do such things', because I'm absolutely certain that they would. /continues on in the tags.

[bunnymedley]

im spending so much more time trying to find a nice workaround for the part of minecraft that i think sucks and is lame than i am actually playing minecraft

[sainte-melasse]

The dilemma of seeing a cute lolita dress for sale and not knowing if I want it because I would love wearing it or if I want it because it's objectively cute and I like looking at it but I would not wear it.

[sheyri]

It's kinda funny how customers straight up don't listen to what I say.

And by funny I mean really fucking annoying.

So, I'm checking out customers, they want to pay by card and the thingy wants the PIN. Now, the device at my register is a little broken, it just takes some numbers twice sometimes, no matter how careful you are.

I tell the customer as much, them, yeah, k. Enter their PIN. It's wrong. Them, what? how? I know I entered the correct PIN!

My guy, I believe you, it's not your fault! But if you'd listened to me, you would've known to double-check every number you enter and that it's the right number of dots before you confirm! And if it's not, you correct and try again!

But of course paying attention to a lowly cashier is beneath you, so here you are, having to enter your PIN again. And if you fail two more times your card is locked.

Best example from today was this dude who acknowledge that I had said something, entered his PIN wrong, I told him again that it takes numbers twice, explain what that means even, it's wrong again. I say, our device is faulty. "How was I supposed to know that?"

BECAUSE I FUCKING TOLD YOU! TWICE!

(And yes, I said that to him. Minus the shouting and swearing, of course.)

Of course we don't just get a new card reader. That costs money, you know. Something a retail chain that makes thousands of euros each day and pays minimum wage just doesn't have.

[weaselweaselweasel]

Hrrrrnnnnghh,,, my dungeon master is into tarot,,,

I was into tarot once…