#prayerboy

[jacqcrisis]

Methinks Astarion and Gale might be a tad, maybe just a little bit mad at Alfonso for accidentally telling Aradin about Aylin, causing him to storm their camp with six other dudes at one in the morning. I'm not sure why I thinks this so we'll just call it a hunch.

[bg3smash-or-pass]

*Slaps down another non-character poll*

Given that BG3 lacks a “Teen” model, only “Child” and “Adult” (and the lack, in many fantasy settings, of standard age qualifiers), I can’t honestly tell if these guys are smashable. I’d been giving them the benefit of the doubt, given they have Adult in game models and assuming they’re just a touch younger than Lae’zel (22). However, the BG3 Community Wiki has them listed under the “Children” category. What’s y’all’s take on this? Or does anyone have any better reliable information on Githyanki development in Forgotten Realms lore.

The outcome of this poll with also determine the fate of some characters in Act 3 which could also be figured to be teenagers instead of young adults, but hard to tell since they have adult models since teen ones don’t exist (Oyster Boy Dringo, Prayerboy Zoryxx, Ptaris, Jaheira’s Wards (Jord & Rion)).

[anderstrevelyan]

I just learned that Aradin has a very wise barbarian friend named Prayerboy (I love him)

[naturalbornworldshakers]

“Playboy founder Hugh Hefner made a name for himself for rattling American morality and sexuality, but he had strong roots in a state known for being a little more toned down— Nebraska. His mother, Grace, who was an early investor in her son’s magazine, was born in Nebraska. His father, Glenn was too. And so, Hefner’s empire had an outpost in Nebraska — the Omaha Playboy Club. It operated out of a Sheraton hotel near 120th and L Streets for several years in the 1980s. ‘My mother was a very special person. She didn’t always agree with my ideas, but she always believed in me. When I had run out of the funds I needed to publish Playboy’s first issue, she reached into her own personal savings,’ reflected Hugh. The club stirred some controversy. A small group organized by a local pastor picketed the evening it opened in May 1984. The protesters marched outside the club, with the pastor proclaiming simply, ‘Omaha needs more prayerboys, not playboys.’” The club’s managers said that about 1,000 memberships had been sold at $25 each. It closed about four years later in 1988.” (at Omaha, Nebraska) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLR9KbhF8Pn/?igshid=1im3qp72k9keg

[ghostcorrosion]

this took much longer to finish than it should have!!

Brother Endurance, or Duran for short. one of my many many beloved dnd ocs, and also a good good prayerboy. will forgive you if you slap him in the face.

Edit: finally finished editing the speedpaint video of this drawing!!

[xmarkie7-blog]

1 Cor. 13:11 A man should put away child-"ish" things for God wants is a child-"like" character. #PrayerBoy #MinistryMan #Crusader (at Dumaguete City)

[umayblog]

‘Alloohuma innii a’uudzubika an adhilla, au udholla, au azilla, au adzlama, au ajhala, au yujhala ‘alayya.’ . "Ya Allah, sungguh aku berlindung kepadaMu agar tidak tersesat atau disesatkan atau aku tergelincir atau digelincirkan atau aku berbuat dzalim atau didzalimi atau aku berbuat bodoh atau dibodohi (HR. Nasa’i, Tirmidzi, Abu Dawud, Ibnu Majah)." . . Semoga berkah apa yg kami kerjakan hari ini, apa yg kami pelajari hari ini menjadi ibadah serta keberkahan dan semuanya atas kuasa Allah Azza Wa Jalla menjadi ibadah dan terhindar dr mendzalimi atau didzalimi di pekerjaan, aamiin. . . 📷 Taken from Xiaomi Mi4c 🔭 Mode bokeh - ISO standard ✂ No edit - No filter 🚩 Halte Bus 🚃 Transmusi PTC Palembang . . #dzikir #doa #prayer #prayerboy #muslim #islam #sunnah #salaf #dakwah #dakwahtauhid #dakwahsunnah #xiaomi #phonephotography #bokeh #photography #landscape #slowspeed #halte #bus #transmusi (di Halte BRT TransMusi PTCMall-palembang)

[uutpoetry]

Orange on Pole Bloom

@wandswind

limited lips, oh full blossom. together the pair was like ice. might hid on the beloved jingling of fourteen sooths, parents putting jars behind eyegores, rapid movement to peachy plundering perilous fight sonngs. There she was, in water, lighting, lifting and singing, like beam aerola and with rugged insight, shoulders and peerless eyes. anchored around soft shelled aanimals and turning about, the only sound from it was bottled, bottomless, towards the way-up sunlight. three plants bloomed in her wake, every two that stepped was a flower sometimes found, on the off-chance, and there was always the pleasant surprise, the calm and cool look of oh, hello, at the occurrence of the new thing, the same thing, the stem and flower of life.

breathless on white aces and finality was him, the branch and back of a corriander leaf, little arms rasping about. after stretching the new pop that was between joints was the excess of care, of love, careless sacraments and blinking older portlets. summers asiatic in type, breakers and breakets against the wind cave, water streaming about the august rush, the particulate of panther blazing about the blue-white wind. odd advances and gazes at stirred porridge, beats to call up sacred lunches, jaunts with positions like seven upon a myriad of boulders.

this was they. there was a pinchmeat of darling, details that spread out and above them to right hand’s palace above the cloud, portling a small packet when one could, roping up all the rest as the lovebird had them say. oh and every step was where three birds would come, or two monkeys, or eight piles pools and ridgets. oh, did i ruin it? gazing deep in the project able to do record jumps and heights on the needle, unfound, little bridgets and camping daisies around and around. oh with this, having the nose for a pondered wreck or an eye for completeness, it was the same and different, each on its own and slightly overcome by candy, by tampered with notes in the direction of supple strength and dazed hands doing what they do, listless apples, pears like salad on the tongue.

after here was the pillowy shawl that she wore to keep the heat and cold perfect. electricity jumping, a different way of seeing it all, maybe with less clarity, a new scope and possibly seven fields of eyesight. oh and now they drain into one, rolling about as a color ocean and jumping where they can find themselves popped up by the excitation of a bit of lone heat. careful butter slides around making everything toasty. its this way, before the night, that they gather themselves. in one or in two but buckets and buckets its noted–this was never the way to company 1 nor company 2.

star brain walking down limit drive. all star brains walk down limit drive. level bosses and treat persons the way, you want to be treated, little brain with four computing cores drenched in hot sauce and rapidly eating a chip, made from the way it precedes off a loaf, intermingling with patented cables, suction and terse appetites, asterism words blaring through channel. it must know something like that, boring pedals and slaked something or other……….three gumballs put on a tongue and eaten with two teeth or more at a time, as though it matters! like a highway it does, like a highway with stolen cars beeping down at each other in a shuffle to get away from a popsicle stand leader.

do i have to? it’s a change, in skin, this, rugged fluid, portions and masses, messes, the considerable amount applied then with bregg at the corner store preparing his lunch bag and fixing his glasses. early on top of his solar car in the next lane, parked beside rocco with a flame time screaming out his mouth, little buddy by his side, oreo the looper running along to give the message, adelberry technor responsible for adding up all the numbers from three seasons til the earliest time that day. all of them circled about by single songs played through a chip, friends down the street beaming, the ‘regular radio station’ riding on their cymbal crash and sounds from a glued together racketball handler hitting silos at intervals and different sizes. peat moss on the cannister and beams on the right end of the capturing device picturing all the cabin-crazed push pens of their clashes and crowds of civilizing aspect. the decay of it all into one mess, thinks rabin the road hog, listening in from garage #3 and piloting a screwdriver through a random hole to find the socket, the head, and spins to release. there is no other pidgeon that can come close to here, the screw is turnt and the bucket turns over, jackson is at the door with a request for hangtimes. why not ? pulsing behind his feet was prayerboy, and under his breath he found the world chaos to be –

an apple sits between us two, you and me. release it all. be as you are, with penchants and feelings, doodles the way a bug and fly pit between one another the definitions, bouncing back and forth between the true identity, the truth that relaxes its function and unravels the patterns of flight, length, taking with them nothing and panicking when added values between here and there are interrupted : oh, panick? easy it’s all what it is. easy enough to turn 3 + 4 into 8 + 9, or to be from (7, 4) to (19, 20). coming surfing later?

eating pie consistently. is the only way to be truly happy. eating pie consistently is the package of considerable actions, the packet of considerable actions, the rations riding about, the silver nets concerning tree branches, the activities that catch them, ramping up, acorns out, little movements like squiggles cells, running among pills capsule kindness, far out .

the game, no-strangle. oh the life of resistance!

art by Ffîon