#opossums in a trench coat

[houseplantcreature]

Perhaps my favorite self-portrait I've ever drawn...

[virginia-the-opossum]

Normal human person

(Is actually many opossums in a trenchcoat)

[lo0lo0land]

as a genderfluid person, I completely agree with this.

Genderfluidity: Myths and Facts

❌ MYTH: Genderfluid people don't experience gender as strongly as others, and change genders whenever they feel like it.

✅ FACT: Genderfluid peoples' Solid Forme can easily deflect projectile attacks, and can decimate melee attackers with their powerful Crystal Beam.

❌ MYTH: Genderfluid people have a favorite gender, and return to it when they're tired of their other genders.

✅ FACT: While Genderfluid peoples' Liquid Forme has high evasion and access to the deadly Water Cutter move, they are susceptible to heat and electricity based attacks.

❌ MYTH: Homosexual and heterosexual people can't be attracted to genderfluid people.

✅ FACT: A genderfluid person in Mist Forme may have low attack power, but they can squeeze through thin surfaces such as grates and doors, and are immune to most forms of damage.

❌ MYTH: Nobody stays genderfluid, and they will grow out of it over time. It's just a phase.

✅ FACT: Only 0.1% of genderfluid people, with proper training, can achieve the final and extremely powerful Plasma Forme. Wielders of Plasma Forme are some of the most powerful caster-types in all the celestial planes, and can incinerate nearby enemies with their Radiant Aura passive move, or their devastating Supernova: Cone of Light.

[shushmal]

"I think it's sweet," Steve says.

Robin wrinkles her nose. "Nothing about Eddie Munson is sweet. He's a sewer rat, at best. Or like twenty opossums in a trench coat."

"Opossums are cute."

"He probably has rabies."

"You say that about me all the time, so I guess that's good. We'll have rabies together."

"He gave you a rock."

"You give me rocks all the time," Steve says, rolling his eyes. He runs his thumb along the textured edge of the rock Eddie'd handed to him.

"Yeah, good rocks." Robin scoffs. "That one sucks."

[piratefishmama]

Stevie Harrington who always had a weird little crush on the town freak but was too much of a chicken shit to really do anything about it.

Like she'd heard the stories from Cass an Nicole, what he was like, how he treated them (wonderfully apparently), they giggled and bragged and maybe for a brief half an hour of gossiping with the girls she'd entertained the idea of maybe going and seeking him out herself... but then Carol had rolled her eyes, called them both gross, called Eddie trailer trash and then Tommy had told them point blank that they should probably go get tested.

Stevie put her little crush into a box and just kind of. Hid it there for fear of judgement, for fear of exclusion, expulsion from her friend group for daring to want someone who didn't fit their 'image'.

It wasnt like Eddie ever really made any attempt to talk to her anyway, looked at her occasionally, they traded glances across the hall, which he'd quickly break and hide behind his hair (cute), she lent him her pencil once and never got it back. Saw it on occasion, resting on his ear, pointing out from within his mass of unruly curls.

Cute.

But then they graduate, Eddie taking a little longer to do it but he does it, to the mass cheering hysteria of his chaotic group of nerdy gremlins, given his 'only Munson to Graduate' status, the chaos was a given really.

And then he's gone. Got out of Hawkins as fast as his legs could carry him leaving his incredibly proud uncle behind to cheer him on from a distance.

An it should have been easy really, to move on from her little crush, the one she'd hid in a box for safe keeping, it should have been easy to find someone else, she was never unnattractive, in fact she was probably one of the most sought after women in Hawkins, but... she just doesnt.

She has flings here and there, meaningless one night stands, dates that dont really do it for her. Laments to her new best friend and sister she never knew she needed, Robin, about how she'd let popularity screw her out of what could probably have been something really good. She'd let fear of exclusion stop her from going for what she wanted.

Robin had scoffed, called Eddie three wet opossum in a trench coat, but it'd never been with quite as much judgement or disgust as her old friends had talked about him, so it was safe for her to talk.

But Robin also knew Ronnie from band, and Ronnie, had Eddie's current phone number. And so Robin, now had two VIP tickets to the brand new location on Corroded Coffin's most recent tour that they've only just very spontaneously added to the list because Eddie is, and always has been, a fucking simp.

So, y'know. Maybe harbouring that crush for as long as she had, wasnt the worst idea in the world.

Eddie still hides behind his hair. It's still very cute.

[possuminatrench]

Absolute mood

nonbuginary

[magicratfingers]

Re: Drink and Draw, whichever you prefer: three raccoons in a trench coat OR opossums playing Battleship, please and thank you.

There could be more than 3 u know how raccoons be

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Ground keeper! Reader after awhile figures out who they think is the owners of the house a technically their boss. It the pair of brothers who, despite being dressed in such old fancy clothes, are as rough and tough as mountain men. Victor and Logan, they think their name is, even if Victor always calls his brother "Jimmy". One of them has a daughter who's just as wild, but they all seem nice enough.

They must be part of a historical reenactment club or fashion preservation society or something. People are constantly visiting, wearing old styles. There's a cute redhead in a poodle skirt and her boyfriend who never takes off his sunglasses, even at night. A boy with a German accent and performance clothes right out of "the Greatest Showman." He claims another girl is his sister, but she has a southern accent and a full cowgirl get-up, complete with pistol. A man with a cajun accent who is always in a 1930s trench coat is always flirting with her, so Reader tells him off their shears until she tells them he's OK. There's a man in a wheelchair wearing a WW2 soldier's uniform who is always stared at longingly by another man in some sort of 1970s suit. The 70s guy is normally accompanied by a set of twins who Reader assumes in his son and daughter. The son wears shiny disco clothes, complete with a white suit, and the daughter has a really cool hippie vibe going on. Both seem tired with their dad's pining over the soldier guy. A woman with white hair and the most gorgeous ballgown you have ever seen in normally accompanied by a strong looking man with glasses and tweed jacket Reader's pretty sure they saw their dad wearing in photos during the 90s.

There are more but Reader always tries to be polite to their bosses and guests, even if they always try to scare them. They can't help that Reader has always been a bit (a lot) skittish and nighttime in a graveyard doesn't help. They just make small talk until the guest decides its time to go back inside, where Reader's never gone.

Until a terrible storm hits one night while Reader is working, and it's not safe for them to drive back home. They try to hide out in the little gardener's shed, but Logan grabs them their collar and drags them through the front door, telling them they could stay the night. There's room for at least a thousand more in this mansion anyway.

Reader didn't mind the old people, really! That much dedication to preserving different eras of history was amazing! Splendid, even! They all just... happen to spook Reader, almost every time they show up. They're all so quiet! How come Reader can't hear them approach?!

When they go inside, though... Reader stays outside. Look. That mansion is old, probably has rotting wood, might have some raccoons or opossums or ghosts, and Reader really really really doesn't want to be scared like that. So out they stay, tending the graves, the bushes, the flowers, and doing battle with dirt and mud and whatever else ends up dirtying the grounds.

Except this storm is awful. Horribly so. Pouring rain, hailstones, freezing winds, and lightning all fill the air, and Reader is forced to take shelter in the decaying garden shed. It's small, it smells like moss and old earth, and it's cramped. But it's out of the rain, so there's that. And it's not inside that creepy mansion...

Then there's a rattling of the door, then Mr. Logan is staring downn at them, snarling about getting inside or they'll freeze to death, and soon Reader is being dragged out of the small shed and towards the giant mansion across the grounds. Mr. Logan has a vice-like grip, his hand is ice cold, but he doesn't stop for a second, even as Reader struggles to not trip or fall over the various rocks and branches and hailstones that litter the dirt...

It's all too soon when he slams open the door, shoving Reader inside, then slamming the doors behind him. They're ushered to sit in a room down the hall, filled with a warm fireplace, and are soon being stared at by the numerous people who gather there.

"So!" says one of them. "Who wants to play a game?"

[hellishgayliath]

Just wanted to ask you have you got some references on Pico? I've been trying to find it in your posts, but i guess I'm blind :")

No problem anon I gotcha~!

We have his original ref sheet here, his look has remained pretty consistent with the way I draw him. The only thing I do tend to leave out is his sandals cuz truth be told I hate drawing shoes or any kind of footwear lol.

How I've been doing his tail recently too with a double line and single line type of pattern

Here's the way I also draw his clipped ear that's easiest for me

He has his own dedicated tag "pico opossum" to help others and especially me in case ya wanna look back at him and read everything there is about him (or look at the amazing fanart people made of him QAQ ahhhhh) you can find that listed on my pinned master post c:

[hawkellion]

correct, if you're bisexual, you can't have friends

there is only prey

[geekinthejeep]

I've forgotten how to use this thing and I still don't quite know what I'm doing. But maybe I'm back? At least a bit more functionally? For Supernatural reasons?

Soooo the rundown on the last few years? -I'm officially a fully-tenured special education high school teacher in NNY -Four cats (my therapist approved it's fine) -I run a vaguely-active Bookstagram because that's what my life is all about now. -Well, Bookstagram and 9-1-1. Idk. -Probably at more tattoos than brain cells at this point. -Still bi-ace! -Actually just three opossums in a trench coat.

The Instagrams if you want my more active social media: [Personal][Bookstagram]

Love you all and missed you!

[worldanvil]

Fantasy Worldbuilding: Inverting the Tropes with Amanda Hamon & Gail Carriger

Welcome to a special Bonus Season! Enjoy these sessions from this year's Worldbuilding Con! 

No genre is more closely associated with Worldbuilding than fantasy. Unfortunately, this can create a temptation to “play the hits,” following established tropes at the cost of innovation. In this session, we’ll discuss how to subvert audience expectations and deliver a fantasy world that’s both satisfying and surprising. Join Janet and Worldbuilding Con guests Gail Carriger and Amanda Hamon as they discuss fantasy worldbuilding: 

What is a trope?

What is your favorite or most hated fantasy trope? 

What are the benefits of subverting or inverting a trope? 

What are the drawbacks of subverting or inverting a trope?

How can we identify and handle problematic tropes?

How can you deliver a surprising yet satisfying fantasy world?

When does a trope become a cliche?

Final advice

🎙️Speakers:

Gail Carriger has multiple NYT bestsellers and millions of books in print in dozens of different languages. She writes book hugs - comedies of manners mixed with urban fantasy (and sexy queer joy as GL Carriger). She is best known for the Parasol Protectorate and Finishing School series. She was once an archaeologist and is fond of shoes, octopuses, and tea.

Amanda Hamon is a Senior Designer leading the production of Dungeons & Dragons books for Wizards of the Coast. An award-winning tabletop game designer, developer, writer, and editor, her work has appeared in dozens of releases from numerous publishers, including Wizards of the Coast, Paizo, and Kobold Press, and across many game systems, including D&D, Pathfinder, and Starfinder. The most recent title Amanda led is Wizards of the Coast’s Keys from the Golden Vault, an anthology of D&D heist adventures that released in February. She is the former Editorial Director for Kobold Press as well as the former managing developer and a co-creator of the Starfinder RPG by Paizo. She has appeared at dozens of events and on streams as a Game Master and player, and her weirdness knows no parallel. Amanda is absolutely not three opossums in a trench coat, though you can find her making screeching noises on Twitter at @amandahamon.

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[the-name-stealer]

idk why we refer to ourselves differently from blog to blog. On main it’s strictly singular pronouns and we’re over here talking like we’re 8 opossums in a trench coat

[nail-bat-butch]

allow me to slip into something more…comfortable

*proceeds to remove my trench coat to reveal that i’ve just been three opossums stacked in there, masquerading as a human. the opossums hiss and scream before running away*

[twocupscyanide]

I have lived my life devoted to the appearance of normalcy, gliding by on a pretence of grace that is fuelled by anxiety.

By all appearances,

I am poised, present, and pleasant.

My professors call me “prepared”.

My employers call me “professional”.

My editors call me “precise”.

In reality, I am a collection of dysfunctions tenuously held together by nervous tics.

In reality my mannerisms are informed by the careful study of people around me.

In reality, my precision is the result of hours spent searching for the words burning the back of my tongue.

In reality, my “well-organized” papers were planned on the backsides of course syllabi, hours before due-dates.

One day, someone is going to tear open my trench coat and see that I am really just a nervous opossum on stilts, fumbling with the collection of napkins, flyers, and leaflets upon which I have scrawled all of my “how to be a human” notes.

[entireblockofcheese]

So

Hi, im Sky or Vlad, he/him, definitely not a bunch of opossums in a trench coat

@cryptidseeker is my second main-ish blog

Also im known at some places as caelumperiwinkle — here this name is taken by me too but i lost password? So another blog of mine is @lumperiwinkle, though i dont post there a lot

Also i have a telegram channel, it’s ✨here✨, and i almost never post in english there bc my brother doesn’t speak it, but nowadays one is able to easily translate most things if they’re really interested

I don’t think i have rules that go beyond common sense:

we love people here

moral is gray and ambiguous at most times, but sometimes you really need to draw the line

family is important, chosen family = family

unnecessary violence is, well, unnecessary

salads are supreme, everything is salad, i will elaborate

soup is wet salad

cheese (also a “salad”) have good chemicals make brain go brrrr