#pride dice background

[tilthedayidice]

For the dice pride backgrounds, could you please do an ace one?

Hi hun!!! Since my storage situation is different, I’m trying something new this year!!!!! I hope you like some of these!

Also Milky Yellow didn’t come out as warm as I hoping so if you’d like a change let me know!!!!

Asexual: the lack of sexual attraction to others, or low or absent interest in or desire for sexual activity

Aromantic: experiencing little or no romantic attraction to anyone; not having romantic feelings.

[hey-imma-fangirl]

I’ll be doing other drawings for Pride, like my ocs and a few other ships, but I wanted to put all the ones I’ve gotten done so far all together ^^

[rambrandt-the-painter]

ID stylized drawing of a grey bunny woman with large curly brown hair, brown eyes, light grey muzzle, and brown splotches all over her body. she wears large square glasses, a green tank crop top with spaghetti straps, orange and pink leggings, a pink artist gloves and her ears are tied up with orange wrapping. While reclining she looks to the right with a blank expression while holding a pen. The background features soft warm colors. there's white blinders blocking a window to the right partially blocking a view of a red sunset behind a tree and the corner of a building. behind the bunny there's a dark grey bookshelf with game cases, dices, an art mannequin, a lamp, some books, a portable game console, and trans and bisexual pride stickers. to the side of the bookshelf there's a painting of the bunny and another cream colored bunny hanging on the wall. below the painting there's a table with an empty plastic cup and a pink laptop. the table has a shelf built in with books and a snail book end. The bunny is sitting on a tan futon with a body pillow and a pink blanket. next to her is a tablet with a drawing of a pony on it. ID end

another finished personal piece

i decided to darken abis fur a little and i like it like this. she's smokey

[stellar-skyy]

Could I order a hot white tea for Aventurine? If you can also add angst to confort please 👀

“order up! i have a white tea for aventurine, fresh and hot!”

☆ — if you're craving a drink, make sure to stop by the teashop!

i. SUMMARY: At a work event, your coworker offers you a dance. ii. CWS & NOTES: no warnings applicable. aventurine x gn!reader. reader & aven are coworkers. mild angst & fluff. 1.6k words. iii. A/N: thank you for the order! i hope you enjoy!

It wasn’t their plan to hide in the corner all night, but it was where they ended up; drink clutched in both hands, shoulders hunched tightly, and eyes cast to the floor. All around them, their colleagues and fellow members of the Interastral Peace Corporation mingled and danced, filling the night with a dull drone of chatter and laughter. Around the groups and pairs scattered across the hall, were those few idly loitering on the outskirts like shadows, themself included.

They could busy themself for a while pretending to survey the hors d'oeuvres arranged on the table, but soon enough they would catch someone’s attention. Then would come the questions of why they were avoiding people, and the feeble attempts to drag them into a conversation they had far too little energy to engage in.

A charity ball, organized by their colleagues and funded by the ICP themselves. It seemed like a perfect idea when it was pitched, all up until they were standing alone in a crowded room, trapped in layers of formalwear the dug into their sides. The festivities grew all too much after a while, leaving them exhausted and weary of every greeting and smile.

It was much easier to turn their back on the other guests and ignore them for however long they could manage. That way, they weren’t forced into mindless small talk, or dragged into a half-hearted dance with any of their coworkers. They were fully content on spending the rest of their evening on the sidelines alone, without anyone to disturb their—

“Ahem.”

Peace.

The voice tore straight through their attempt to sink into the background, silky smooth and laced with the slightest trace of amusement. They lifted their head up, hands tightening around the drink in their hands and lips forming his name before they even had to look at him.

“Aventurine.”

The man smiled. He was dressed much more formal than usual, decked out in a three-piece suit with a deep green tie. It was tailored, cut and shaped around each part of his body to fit him perfectly. The outfit was simple, but it suited him well; even in a room of people dressed in their finest, he managed to outshine every one of them.

“You’re certainly hidden well, aren’t you?” Aventurine remarked, plucking a canapé off the table beside them and popping it into his mouth. “How long have you been here? An hour? Two?”

“I wasn’t hiding—” They tried to say, before they were cut off with a laugh.

“You can lie, but not well enough to fool me.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t make excuses. I really don’t care that much.”

The music changed suddenly, turning from a light jazz to a slower tune, complete with sweeping violins and deep echoes of a cello. Like clockwork, the few folks dancing in the centre paired up—both actual couples who had attended together, and coworkers who hurriedly joined together in time for the song to start.

Aventurine cleared his throat again. When they turned to him, there was a look in his eye that told them he was planning something.

“I did have something I wanted to ask, however. May I have this dance?” he asked with a small smile, hand outstretched.

They bit back any retort that might have been on their tongue, as he stood waiting their response with a glint in his eye. It was a challenge, like everything was with him; a bet to whether their pride outweighed their self-consciousness. They could almost see the dice rolling behind his eyes, breath held in anticipation.

If it was a game he was playing, they would be happy to indulge him, if only for an evening. It wasn’t as though they had anything else to do, other than waiting idly in the corner for the music to die down and the guests to leave. They could spare whatever was left of their energy for a few minutes of dancing.

“Of course,” they said, taking his hand. A look of surprise crossed his face for only a moment before it was replaced with a wider grin.

“Ah, I knew I came over here to a reason,” Aventurine smiled, leading them away from the corner and into the lights.

They were uncomfortably aware of each eye fixed on their back, but Aventurine was unfazed; his hand was firm in holding onto theirs in a surprisingly gentle grip. His gloved thumb softly stroked the side of their hand, a move that was much too close to romantic for their liking.

“Are you ready?” he asked, when they reached the floor.

“Yes,” they said instantly, and hoped it wasn’t a lie.

He laced his fingers through their hand, sliding his other over their hips. A heat flushed across their face—the result of the stuffiness inside the venue, no doubt—and they fumbled to place their hand on his shoulder.

“You act like you’ve never danced before,” he laughed.

The music swelled, and Aventurine began to lead their dance. One step, then two and three. He was surprisingly adept at sweeping them across the floor, out of the way of the rest of the dancers, while keeping up their pace.

Together they twirled and spun, in time as the music sung a chorus for them and them only. The rest of the guests faded away, until the two of them were alone on the dancefloor, held tightly in each other’s arms. It crossed their mind, for a moment, that the scene was something more suited to a couple than a pair like them. They wondered if he was thinking the same, whether he thought it odd that they were so close. Was he regretting his choice of dance partner, or feeling thankful he asked them?

They found themself glancing around them throughout, but oddly enough Aventurine’s eyes never left them. He seemed transfixed, watching them carefully as they seemed to melt into the dance.

“Are you ready?” He asked abruptly, just as the music reached a crescendo.

“What?”

“Are you ready?” He repeated in lieu of an explanation.

“Ready for wh—” they tried to ask, but were suddenly pulled into a spin. He let go of their waist, long enough to twirl them around as they squeaked in surprise. Their head was reeling by the time he pulled them back, holding them even tighter so they didn’t fall over.

“Ready to be spun,” he clarified, a moment too late.

“Yeah,” they breathed, hand clinging tightly to his shoulder to balance themself. “Yeah… I got that, now.”

The two of them whirled and spun for some time more—was it minutes? Hours? It was long enough for the music to change again, into an equally slow but slightly more melancholy song—before he spoke up again.

“You’re not a fan of dancing?” Aventurine asked, an eyebrow raised. The question was posed in his usual lilting voice, but there was a note of concern in his tone that wasn’t present in the moments before.

“Why do you ask?”

Aventurine paused to spin them past another dancing couple—a woman who was giggling far too loudly, and a man who seemed like he would rather be anywhere else—before continuing. “Well, for starters you haven’t made eye contact with me for more than a few seconds this entire time. You keep looking down at your feet.”

The music swelled. Aventurine abruptly pulled them into a low dip, leaning down so their faces were close enough that they could taste his breath. Their heartrate spiked, loud enough to drown out the music, but not enough to mask Aventurine’s voice.

“Is something wrong, [Name]?” He whispered into their lips, and all of a sudden they couldn’t breathe.

Not while you’re here was their first thought, but it was something far too raw to speak out loud, and only a half-truth. Aventurine’s presence had managed to quell some of the discomfort eating away at their stomach, but he was only a pretty distraction to the uneasiness that threatened to sweep them off their feet in the worst way. It whittled away at their already cracked mask of indifference, leaving them desperately holding the pieces together.

The eyes were still there, watching. They tracked their every move, noting each way they tilted further into his body to shield themself from their sight. He noticed too, pulling them up and out of the dip and turning them away from the people staring.

“Can we just go?” They whispered hollowly. He blinked, seeming to be caught off guard by the defeat in their voice. The shift in his demeanour was immediate, like a switch had been flipped.

“Of course, let’s—” Aventurine cleared his throat, standing straighter. “Let’s go.”

His hand rested on their lower back, guiding them out of the ballroom. The eyes never left, but Aventurine met them with a glare, and slowly they turned their gaze.

 “After you,” he said, opening the wide doors and beckoning them through. And in the open air, they remembered to breathe. “Now, is something the matter?”

They shifted in their steps, tugging on the edge of their sleeves. Was something the matter? It was a perfectly reasonable question, especially since they dragged him out of the event so suddenly, but they were at a loss for an answer.

“I don’t know. I just—” They let out a shuddering breath. “I just wanted to leave.”

Aventurine hummed. “I suppose that’s something enough.”

“I’m sorry,” they whispered.

“No apologising,” he chided, flicking them lightly on their arm. “You can’t be expected to want to be social at every moment. It’s not like I was inclined to spend my entire evening talking to my coworkers.” He shook his head. “Let yourself breathe once in a while, okay?”

“…I guess.”

“Come on. Let me walk you home.”

reblogs and comments are appreciated! ♡

[watercolourcritters]

Hey folks, just a little note to share that I have now put most of the stickers that I sell up on my Ko-fi shop! I've been migrating stickers (and eventually maybe other things) over from Etsy, and from now on Ko-fi will be my main sticker shop. I have 30+ designs, including encouraging stickers, funny ones, loads of cute animals, pride stickers, and some OFMD fanart stickers!

Note - for the pronoun possum stickers, I have she/her, he/him, they/them, it/its, and any/all available, and you can also order it with custom pronouns!!

Check it out here!

[ID: ten photos of my stickers, all of which feature original art. They include, in order:

Cowboy ghosts with pride flag themed bandanas, including bi, trans, rainbow, and lesbian pride flags.

A vulture with text saying "I'm going to be a huge bitch about this."

A quokka with text saying "I'm glad you're still here."

A toad with text saying "I will love this world fiercely, with my whole fucking heart."

Pronoun opossum stickers, with he/him, she/her, and they/them pronouns.

DnD dice showing a natural one with text reading "fail with pride." The dice are in pride flag colours, including bi, lesbian, trans, nonbinary, ace, and rainbow pride.

An orca with text reading "thick hips sink ships."

A sleeping fox with text reading "you deserve safety."

A chicken with its mouth open as if screaming and text reading "Time to scream AAAAA (repeated A's indicating screaming)"

Two stickers of toads - the first one is a toad over pink background with text reading "hello lover," the second is a toad wearing a cowboy hat over red background with text reading "hey baby."

End ID.]

[holy-puckslibrary]

━ 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲.

──────────── 𝐰𝐜 — 1k 𝐜𝐰 — fanon!rafe on a one-way flight to simp city, some spice but nothing graphic or excessive, mention of drugs/being high (it's rafe, what did you expect?), 'kid' as a pet name bc he is that guy + cliffhanger? 𝐚/𝐧 — this was originally posted on @holy-pucks for my nov 23 slumber party, but i've decided to upload it here because it never showed in the tags. if you've already read this, i would very much appreciate you showing it some love here as well :) thx a mil in advance, besties! ────────────

main masterlist | MDNI

RAFE CAMERON knew the risk. He just couldn't be bothered to give a shit. 

if one of the loud-mouthed busybodies took issue with his behavior, that's their prerogative. they've been at it so long, drunk and overzealous, their flippant chatter is mere static in the background of his life. 

it isn't his fault their stale lives and expired marriages pale in comparison to the pocket of paradise he carved out of figure eight. rafe didn't ask for their attention, nor did he solicit their opinions — and he certainly didn't invite an audience; his girlfriend writhing in his lap will never be a spectator sport.  

it would be too generous to call it sympathy, but rafe can understand how they might get confused. once you catch a glimpse, you're as good as gone. a lost cause, irrevocable, and clear as day. beauty that effortlessly captivating is impossible to tear your eyes away from, and the original kook princess is bathed in excess. 

of all people, he knows the breadth of her magnetism and is just as weak for it, if not more. egotism drains along with reason when they're simply in the same room, his carnal preoccupation more than happy to fill the vacuum of power. 

rafe commands the island and its inhabitants — with one paramount exception. he wields power because she allows for it. she, who is his indisputable sovereign and to whom he pledges his undying allegiance with innate reverence. 

it was his wandering hands, after all, which led the pair to an empty veranda overlooking the bustling midsummer festivities. 

a laurel of fresh blooms became collateral damage soon after, having been unceremoniously knocked to his feet by her fervent desperation to feel his sun-kissed skin against her lips. 

rafe certainly had no objections. 

with a heap of silky fabric rucked up around her waist and her wrists pinned taut to the small of her back, rafe's girlfriend works him over with both teeth and tongue, the affection carefully choreographed to sync up with the sway of her hips. each nip, suck, or kiss accompanies her precise labors, and any marbled evidence left behind he'll wear with pride, much to the island's chagrin and his sisters' disgust. 

rafe previewed the evening's fireworks display as she bore down on his aching bulge, never once ceasing the light nibbling of his earlobe; it's the tell-tale, strained whimper diced by gritted teeth that incited action.

his hips jerk up in search of sweet relief, inadvertently finding her bare heat well beyond wet and wanting. 

rafe commends his past self for confiscating the lace as they neared the valet podium; the garment fares better as a pocket square. 

close proximity amplifies all those delicious, needy sounds, robbed of their potential prematurely; she is not yet immune to gossip.

it doesn't matter, rafe would know if his girl was close donning earplugs and a blindfold. her pathetic attempt at modesty is hardly an issue. much like how there isn't an inch of skin he hasn't traversed; there isn't a bluff of her's he can't immediately see through. no matter how soft or sudden, rafe can feel his girl teetering on the brink. 

the faint wobble of her bottom lip might as well be a formal declaration; she's trying and failing to keep herself from falling over the edge — the polite little thing knows the price of gluttony.

as he reclines in the stately patio chair, he pulls her down with him. in anticipation, rafe tips his mouth and angles his hips while relishing in the spoiled musings of a person who's never wanted for anything.

rafe relents, mercifully rutting into her as his thumb rubs a certain finger. 

"sooner or later, i'm putting a ring on this hand." 

giggling despite herself, she abruptly leans back to inspect his pupils.

"how high are you?" 

the friction of shifting pressure reluctantly betrays a soft spot in his chainmail cloak. the levity of the moment envelops them in warmth. a brilliant rarity peeks through between the velvety curtain of annoyance: contentment. 

even so, rafe doesn't allow the foreign state of mind or the white-hot burn of pleasure to distract him from his prior ambition. 

"kid, if i was high right now, we'd be halfway to the courthouse." 

she simply shakes her head and buries her face back into the crook of his neck.

rafe has an affinity for grandstanding. she hardly, if ever, took him at his word, simultaneously too smart and too skeptical to make his words into something more than he meant. sometimes, he said things because he needed to know how they tasted, and others, her on-again-off-again boyfriend just wanted to hear the sound of his own voice.

he is impulsive and unreliable, and no amount of love will change that.

rafe relinquishes her wrists in favor of her neck. his palm burns the nape as it keeps her a prisoner to his greedy, electric gaze.

the dull throb mounting under his touch cannot hold a candle to the heartbeat palpitating between her thighs. major and minor, the muscles twitch in anticipation as they, too, are overwhelmed by the casual display of dominance. 

he brings her forehead to rest against his. a novel softness in his voice fans across her gently parted lips. "i know you think i'm bullshitting you, but not this time. i'm so fucking serious, kid. the proof's at home in the top right drawer of my desk."

her disbelief persists, manifesting in an uncouth snort. 

"yeah, right." 

rafe scoffs at the sarcasm-dipped quip; the unwavering effort to make his life more difficult at every turn was actually sort of endearing, he hated to admit. 

"i've had it since our graduation... just never found the right moment, i guess," he shrugs, quieter now.

rafe knows a smidge of feigned ambivalence won't detract from the heated, earnest implication beaming behind his irises. 

the claim is substantiated by her quirked-brow baiting, an act that leaves him frantically fishing for his keys.

if they’re lucky, they might make it to the driveway. 

but the stars underestimate the proprietorial hunger of the kook prince, because they get three lights from the club before rafe parks the ford by the roadside. 

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[greyias]

Still poking my way very slowly through Act 1 of BG3 with my half-elf pally girl, Aravyn, and just had the best series of quests/encounters that hit me a little in the feels.

So, long long ago, when WotC was starting to play test 5e, I started to attend some D&D Encounter sessions at a local comic/game shop, where we'd use some random pre-rolled character sheets to play. And I got handed the following:

This randomized Paladin who, for some reason, was also a wandering minstrel. I got to play her for all of one session, and unfortunately never was able to attend any more sessions (for reasons). Yet this yodeling Paladin has lived rent-free in my head for years, but had never found a group to play with in the years following.

So when I realized that I might be able to bring a version of her to life in BG3, I leapt on the chance and gave her the Entertainer background, and despaired a little that I couldn't multiclass her into Bard in Explorer Mode (although there is a mod for that).

I found a lute on the beach, played it very badly in camp and got yelled at by Lae'zel for it. And then, I wandered a little bit outside of the Druid's camp, to find a Tiefling bard singing so badly a bunch of squirrels were wailing with despair.

Having failed so spectacularly in serenading the camp, it would have been smart for poor Aravyn to just talk her way through this encounter. But here she was, being offered a lute and a chance to inspire someone with music.

And she knocked it out of the park -- being gifted the lute of the bard's deceased lover mentor as thanks for helping her break out of writer's block. (I mean, I get it. I feel that pain Alfira)

Mood™

Right afterwards, because I refuse to take a long rest while still full up on spell slots, I kept the party exploring, and encountered the harpy ambush at the beach. And we died. A lot. Especially in a frontal assault. So finally as a last ditch effort before having to put off saving the tiny child being lured in as a harpy snack for a better leveled party, I just had Aravyn sneak up behind and yeet herself from the harpy nest straight at the beasty ladies on the rock where they were hiding.

As you do.

Anyway, Shadowheart joined her, because what else should a healer do but leap into the fray and harm's way? (there was no way this was going to work, so what did I have to lose but my pride, I told myself) And as both holy ladies started swinging away wildly while the warlock and wizard looked on from above, I found myself wishing I really had some levels in bard in order to use countersong* to nullify the crooning harpy below slowly luring a little tiefling child to his doom.

After exhausting all actions and bonus actions, and since I had Lihala's lute already equipped with nothing else to do in between rounds I was like "...fuck it, we rock", and started blasting a song.

My Paladin, apparently, while fighting a bunch of harpies.

And I don't know if it was just a quirk of the dice rolls, but it worked. On his next round, the tiefling child immediately was able to break free of the song, which was the first time that had happened in all five tries and started running the fuck away. And I was like "...wait what?" and so after kicking ass on the next round, played again. And he was able to resist again and kept running further away while the harpies were distracted tearing the party to pieces.

No one in the party got charmed while Aravyn was playing her heart out, and by guzzling a lot of healing potions, they were able to just manage to squeak out a win. Bloodied and burning through all of their spell slots, they were victorious.

Uh, so yeah. Apparently I unintentionally recreated the end of season 4 of Stranger Things (with less tragedy!), and saved a little kid with the power of rock and roll while using the lute of slain bard. And damn, if that's not a true D&D experience I don't know what is. So I think it's safe to say that Larian has been able to somewhat recapture some of that lightning in a bottle feeling of playing a tabletop RPG in this game.

(even if that was all luck of dice rolls and playing the lute did nothing, I'm headcanoning Ari was channeling Lihala's spirit, because that's a far better story)

[sheridanprideclub]

To wrap things up for the semester, we'll be winding down with another gayme night happening tomorrow from 6pm-8pm. We'll bring playing cards. Members are welcomed to bring their games or game ideas for everyone to enjoy!

If there's a lot of interest in online games, we can connect in the Club Meeting Room Discord voice channel. We hope to see everyone there!

Image description: a gradient green-blue-purple starry background with a dark geometric shape. Snowflakes are all around the graphic, with a white outlined graphic of standard playing cards and a pair of hot pink game dice. "Davis Pride Club. Gayme Night: Chill Edition. November 29, 2024. 6pm-8pm. Davis Campus C318." Two pop-up windows with text that reads, "Playing cards will be provided. We encourage members to bring their games or game ideas! If there's interest in online games, we'll meet in the Club Meeting Room voice channel on Discord!" End description.

[roll-for-headmate]

hi! can we request a headmate who has a high level of authority? someone who's able to lead a group with ease and efficiency. preferably masc and in his 30-40s

⟣ COMMISSION ACCEPTED

Thank you, dear patron, for your commission! We have located a guild member who fits your criteria. Feel free to make any modifications necessary so they can assist you more effectively!

One seasoned adventurer with an air of authority below the cut:

₊⁺໒ Name: Gadhan, Augnoth, Anram, Lorwent

₊⁺໒ Race: Half-Goliath/Half-Aasimar

₊⁺໒ Subrace: Scourge Aasimar

₊⁺໒ Class: Paladin

₊⁺໒ Subclass:Oath of the Crown

₊⁺໒ Background: Soldier

₊⁺໒ Faith/Deity: Faithless

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂

₊⁺໒ Age (by Race): 38

₊⁺໒ Sex: Male

₊⁺໒ Gender: Cis man

₊⁺໒ Pronouns: He/him

₊⁺໒ Orientation: Grey-ace aromantic

₊⁺໒ Personality: A seasoned veteran-turned-commander, he seems intimidating at face value. He takes himself and his work incredibly seriously, in a way that commands respect from all of his comrades. Others look to him in times of need as if it’s second nature, and he keeps his cool under duress as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. Maintaining appearances is crucial for him, as he finds it easier to assert his authority (and easier for others to trust in said authority) if he is well-groomed and looks well-put-together. 

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂

₊⁺໒ Roles: Protector, Diffuser, Assidumate

₊⁺໒ CisIDs: Brown hair, beard, green eyes, grey skin, autism, father, knight, married, vitiligo

₊⁺໒ TransIDs: transSuperiorDarkvision, transWings, nullPupils, goldamian, trisGiant, transReligious

₊⁺໒ Color Palette:

₊⁺໒ Themes: Pride, Royalty, Stone

₊⁺໒ Faceclaim(s):

I'm pretty sure I can count on one hand the number of mascs we've rolled. I think our dice are weighted /silly

[tilthedayidice]

could you do a genderfluid pride flag? :3c

Genderfluid- a non-fixed gender identity that shifts over time or depending on the situation. These fluctuations can occur at the level of gender identity or gender expression.

[hey-imma-fangirl]

🌈Happy Pride Month Everyone!!🏳️‍🌈

[shewhowas39]

3, 6, 11 & 35 for Junestarion <3

oooh okay love these

3. Do they wear each other's clothes? the minute they become a "real couple" June starts stealing Astarion's clothes. shirts, trousers, all of it. she's the same height as him, just not as broad, so the length is always right, just needs to be belted. at first Astarion is like "excuse you!" but then realizes very quickly he's extremely into seeing her in his clothes and encourages the behavior lol

6. Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other? Astarion would the be one to beg in this instance, terrified of losing something he cares about after so long of telling himself not to care for that exact reason. i think June would be the one more likely to have to leave for Astarion's safety because of the whole Bhaapspawn thing.

11. Do either try to hide their emotions when upset? Can the other still tell? June absolutely cannot hide when she's upset. the girl is a crybaby who wears her heart on her sleeve. Astarion would try to hide his emotions out of pride. whether or not June can tell would come down to a dice roll, in DnD terms, because he has a good decpetion score and she has a good insight score. so it can go either way. the real trick is if Astarion actually hides it or if he lets it slip that he's upset through petty little snark comments.

35. Who's more artistic? i'd say pretty equal in this instance! Astarion has his sewing, something he is discovering and learning throughout the course of Juniper & Starlight in the background. June is a pretty good singer and will eventually learn to play the lute (to fulfill a promise she made.) so yeah, i'm going with equal on this one!

[forest-is-sleepy]

Im opening up commissions and general purchase stuff. Both for my sewing and for 2d art.

I'll get info sheets made and stuff, but for now I have a list of what everything is, and have tried to provide photos for most stuff.

Here is my portfolio website as well.

http://sleepydesigns.co/

Dm me if you're interested, and we can discuss. I'll remake this post when i get better assets made. I'll take payment on paypal or cashapp. I also have venmo.

Here's a list of some of the stuff i make

Sewing

I make custom dice bags, those are 12-16 depending on the fabric and any add-ons. (Example: mine is embroidered, another has pearls and buttons on it) embroidery can be done but will cost more.

Scrunchies/hair ties. Most of them are cotton, but i make velvet and silk ones. Cotton is 3, velvet and silk are 4. You get a dollar off if you buy 2.

Customizable stuffed animals. You can pick the color, pattern, whatever. on these dolls, and they are made to order. The animals i have are a large dinosaur, large dragon, turtle, rabbit, dragon, and elephant. ( i think thats everything.) These all come with the date it was completed on its paw, so you know how old your new friend is.

Bumblebees!! These are little 7$ plushies that can sit on your desk or sleep with you, each one has a unique patten on its wing. It also comes with the date it was completed, so you know how old your new friend is.

Custom humanoid dolls. This can be from a photo of you or a loved one. Or you can send me art of your character. These are incredibly complex, detailed dolls, and i will work closely with you to make the doll. It's a long process that takes me several hours. As a result, these are at least $200. I only take one or two commissions for these a month at the moment.

I can take other commissions but we will have to discuss that.

Stickers

Potions. Each potion is completely unique. Each painted by me using India Inks. These paper stickers are in 3 different sizes. Small is 3, medium is 4, and large is 5. You can tell me what color you want, and if its not available in the size you want, i can likely make it.

Holographic spider's hat shop. This is a large vinyl Holographic sticker of a jumping spider wearing a water droplet hat, selling other tiny things for others to wear as hats. This sticker is $4. If i have any in may, there's mini paper ones for $2

Milkshake pride stickers. These are paper stickers meant to be semi-subtle pride flags. I have the following flags, and can add more. Lesbian, omni, bi, ace and aro, demisexual, demiromantic, pan, rainbow, nonbinary, trans, and intersex. These are $2 each. I also have a tiny sticker set of all of them for the same price.

Fairy. This fairy sticker is a paper sticker of a fairy holding a mushroom as an umbrella. It is $2

Frog with a tophat. This is a paper sticker of a cute little frog with a tophat. He's rather dapper. $2

Fox leaping. This is a paper sticker of a red fox. It is also $2

Red mushroom this paper sticker will not be remade, i have a few left. It's a cartoony red mushroom in some grass. It's $1.50

? Block i dont think i can really say what brand this is based on. It's a paper sticker. $1.50

Art commissions

It is probably worth mentioning that i have a BFA, so that does affect my pricing slightly (on my illustrative work)

I am flexible in style, and can do a fair number of stylized things. No realism.

$20 for a base sketch

$30 for basic shading

$45 for full shading/the works

Each character after that will be half the price.

A background will be $5-10 depending on how detailed it is. By default you get a plain background

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Ioke (Kingdom of Ichor)

Age- 45 (immortal)

Location- Lunar district, New Olympus

Personality- An observant individualist, she's comfortable being in the background, noticing the details of her surroundings that most people overlook. She's also resourceful, independent, & a self described feminist. She's dating.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of pursuit, tumult, & battle rout her other powers/abilities include enhanced speed (not to the extent of other messenger deities like Hermes or Iris, but far greater than her sister-in-law), invisibility, enhanced combat skills, and power/energy redirection.

Ioke is the younger sister of Homadus (god of the battle-din). She has one child- a daughter Alala (goddess of the war cry). Other members of Ioke's immediate family include her mother Machai (goddess of battlefield combat), her sister-in-law Proioxis (goddess of attack, onrush, & battlefield pursuit), her niece Anaideia (goddess of ruthlessness, shamelessness, & unforgiveness), and her nephew Olethrus (Olly) (god of havoc).

She lives on the outskirts of the Lunar neighborhood in New Olympus in a sturdy log cabin house (which she built herself) near the Nightfall Forest. The interior design is casual & athletic with leather furniture, metal furniture pieces, and various animal fur rugs & decorative pelts. The sword that Ioke used during the war (which was forged from Imperial Gold) proudly hangs on display on the main wall of the living room. Its name is Lightstriker. The color scheme of her place is neutral shades of ivory, steel blue, pastel green, & gray. Ioke has a few pets- a few vizslas and siberian huskies. Their names are Dash, Echo, Kai, Timber, Ghost, Amber, Sienna, and Zara.

She can run throughout Olympius in less than 10 minutes compared to Hermes who can make the distance in a few seconds tops!

Ioke always starts off her mornings with a run along with her dogs through the forest. She'll then go on a walk with them through Eaglepoint Park before stopping by the Power Zone gym for a high intensity cardio workout. Because of her overzealousness in running, she has unintentionally damaged a few treadmills!

She used to be married to Polemos (god of the war cry). Their initial relationship started from a brief hookup and before Ioke knew it, they were married & expecting a child. They both grew comfortable with the fact that their marriage was a loveless one. She was well aware of the fact that he was carrying on with Hybris (goddess of insolence, hubris, & reckless pride). The only shared moment of genuine care and mutual respect between Ioke & Polemos was the birth of their daughter. She views her divorce as a "second birthday."

A go-to drink for her is coconut water. She also likes beer, cola, coconut milk, ginger ale, Strengthify ionized water, red wine, gin & tonics, classic martinis, and mojitos. Her usuals from The Roasted Bean include an olympian sized dark roast coffee, a large iced tea, & a large iced green tea.

Ioke and her daughter have never been super close, not even when Alala was a kid. Sometimes she feels insecure and envious over the close bond Alala shares with her father. Ioke once jokingly remarked that Polemos was her daughter's "true mother." She still makes the effort to reach out to her daughter with a check-in text here and there as well as a bimonthly visit. A small stride has been made with Alala inviting her Ioke to a "girl's trip" of sorts to Lemnos in the summer!

A typical breakfast for her is a large bowl of Golly Grains salted caramel curls cereal. Her other favorite flavor is the s'mores one. She also likes the chorizo breakfast hash she makes that has scrambled eggs, diced jalapeños, scallions, chopped hash browns, sour cream, salsa, & potatoes as well as slices of toasted wheat bread topped with fig jam.

Ioke loves her brother, even if she feels like he's behaving like a "total asshat." She was the one who came to Homadus' defense when he got into financial trouble and even offered for him & his family to stay at her place till they got back on their feet. Now, she knows better than to offer her brother a loan or anything that resembles financial help. A pasttime that they both partake in that fade away all their stresses is cooking, especially when Ioke stops by the motorhome park for a visit. They'll usually end out the day pigging out on jibaritos & beer while watching wrestling on their smartphones.

She's always felt that her mom had always been to harsh on her, even when Ioke was young. She also feels as though Machai puts Homadus on a pedestal & babies him too much, despite him being a grown ass deity well into his hundreds! Their mother-daughter relationship has gotten better since Ioke's divorce, with them talking on the phone more often. She looks forward to her mom's home cooked meal of mofongo and jibaritos with arroz con gandules when Machai comes over to her cabin.

Her favorite frozen treat is rocky road ice cream.

She loves listening to rap and rock music.

Ioke is a HUGE fan of indie and professional motor racing. Every year she looks forward to the Olympian Grand Prix, the most widely known & exclusive motor racing event in all of Olympius. Even with her status as a minor deity, pictures of her taken by the paparazzi has been at these events. She also frequents auto shows too!

A guilty pleasure for her is an olympian burger along with olympian sized onion rings from Olympic Chef.

A secret desire of hers has been to start up a car collection.

Ioke is the common shoulder to cry on for her sister-in-law Proioxis when she laments about her financial situation and marriage. She doesn't try and give advice, instead remaining non-judgemental & supportive.

Though she lives frugally, she doesn't mind splurging every so often on her dogs, racing events, auto shows, and sneakers.

Her favorite thing to get from The Bread Box is the french dip sandwich (with extra dip).

For income she models for/endorses Momentum & Vita!, the athleisure brand of Nike (goddess of victory).

Ioke's best friend in the pantheon is Ichnaea (goddess of tracking). She's even the noná to her daughter Phyge (goddess of escape) who's a couple months old. Ioke loves visiting Ichnaea and her family in Phrygia, where the two go on hunting trips!

She's also friends with Dyssebeia (goddess of ungodliness & impiety), Axiótimos (god of honor), Palaestra (goddess of wrestling), Lelantos (Lantos) (Titan god of air, the unseen, & hunting), Nárkosi (goddess of sedation), Pallas (Titan god of battle & warcraft), Auge (goddess of first daylight), Limos (goddess of starvation & famine), Taygete (one of The Pleiades), and Lycana (Titaness of lycanthropy).

She's aware of her ex-husband's new wife Enyo (goddess of war, destruction, bloodlust, & devastation) having briefly met her. Ioke holds no ill will towards her.

Her all time favorite dessert is the coconut cake from Hollyhock's Bakery.

As for her love life, Ioke is currrently dating an up-and coming mortal race car driver named Valerio Baros. They first met at a high class auto show and she asked him out on a date a few weeks later at a racing event. She's enjoying her time with him and not placing any expectations on both of them. Ioke says that his kisses makes her go weak in the knees.

In her free time Ioke enjoys boxing, working out, go-karting, basketball, archery, football (soccer), rollerblading, playing pool, cooking, reading, spending time with her dogs, spending time with her friends, swimming, and spending time with her family.

Her all time favorite meal is pastelón.

"While we are postponing, life speeds by."

[rechief]

The things I miss

Before I played Final Fantasy XIV, I played World of Warcraft for a long time -- from when it was in beta (!!) until the first patch of Warlords of Draenor, when I jumped ship because that expansion was bad. I then washed up on the shores of Eorzea, and, aside from a brief return trip to check out Legion, that's where I've been ever since, happily slaying gods, gambling at the Gold Saucer, and fishing. A lot.

But in -- well, not the same way, obviously, but in what I'd like to think is a similar way to how a refugee might pine for home even though they know they can't go back there anymore, I do sometimes miss WoW. It was my first MMO and, even though I'm far too used to XIV's cozy community and the level of care that Naoki Yoshida and his team have put into their work to ever truly make a return to Azeroth, I have a lot of fond memories of my time with the game. The WoW-nostalgia has been hitting me particularly hard lately, so I thought I'd put some of those memories here, if only to get them out of my skull.

I miss the music. Of course, XIV has an excellent soundtrack, and its principal composer, Masayoshi Soken, continually cranks out blood-pumping boss battle themes and superb arrangements of past FF songs -- but there's something truly special about the best of WoW's music that no other MMO has been able to capture. The quiet grace of the Valley of the Four Winds; the mournful majesty of the Storm Peaks; the mystery and awe of the Isle of Thunder; the fierce pride of Orgrimmar -- I wouldn't associate these emotions with those zones as strongly as I do if it weren't for the background music setting the tone. WoW's soundtrack is one of many things that made each new area you discovered feel mysterious and important, as if you really were exploring Azeroth mile by mile and mapping it out for the benefit of posterity, and it's always my go-to when I'm writing and I need something to get me in the right mood.

I miss healing being a meaningful role. I've been a healer main since I first started playing MMOs, and have enjoyed that role in both WoW and other games -- as a rune-keeper in Lord of the Rings Online; as a nature affinity defender in City of Heroes; as a mystic in TERA -- but, even though I do still play and enjoy all four of FFXIV's healing jobs, the game's damaged-focus meta, coupled with the healers' bare-bones DPS rotations, means that I don't enjoy playing them as much. I prefer healing to be the main focus when I'm playing a healer, and I don't think any other MMO I've played has done that quite as well as WoW did. I loved the rush of seeing my entire raid's health bars dropping like so many stones and thinking, "How the hell am I going to deal with this?" I loved having to focus so much on healing that there were times I didn't even have damaging spells on my action bars. I loved having to read tooltips to see when, or even whether, I should dispel certain debuffs, and what would happen if I did. Hell, I loved having to regularly dispel debuffs! I know healing has always been an unpopular role, and, since playing XIV, I've come to enjoy tanking and dealing damage as well -- but damn do I miss the days when the incoming damage during a tough boss battle would make me sweat.

I miss expressing myself through my class. There are a lot of really cool classes (or "jobs", in that game's nomenclature) in FFXIV -- I've leveled all the combat-oriented ones to max and have enjoyed playing many of them. A lot of care is clearly put into designing their abilities and rotations, and when you're raining fire down on your enemies as a black mage, slicing and dicing them as a samurai, or cleaving through them with your greatsword as a dark knight, you really do feel powerful and in-tune with the class fantasy. In a way, though, the degree to which XIV's classes are so tightly designed is what frustrates me about them the most -- because, what with there being no talent trees or optional abilities, and with materia (XIV's equivalent of gems) being almost completely about increasing your damage rather than changing how your class feels or plays, the only thing that distinguishes, say, one red mage from another is whether they're a good or bad red mage -- not what spells they've selected or whether they're going for this or that kind of build. I know that, as the meta for a given WoW expansion settles, cookie-cutter talent selections and stat priorities proliferate -- but I loved being able to swap out one ability for another simply because I liked it better, or because I thought it looked cooler, or because it gelled better with how I liked to play. It's frustrating to consider the FFXIV classes I don't play as frequently, that I would play if I could just change them a little bit.

I miss the encounter design. I think XIV's team does a good job of designing really thrilling boss battles -- but I've long since come to accept that the game's "hardcore" content (extreme trials, savage raids, etc.) just isn't for me. These harder fights are designed principally around dealing with combinations of attacks that force your party to stand in, or move to, very specific areas of the arena over and over while still dealing as much damage as possible -- something I've heard colloquially called "the dance". While I think the coordination of XIV's hardcore raiders is really impressive, and I also think that there's something to be said for the complexity of the way the game's harder fights are designed, I just prefer the difficulty of an MMO encounter to be more focused on me playing my class well than on me remembering which marker to run to when 1,000 times over the course of 10 minutes.

I miss official add-on support. I understand why there's a blanket ban on add-ons/extensions/mods in FFXIV -- it wouldn't be fair to console players, for one thing -- and I think that the ban on DPS meters, in particular, has been tremendous for the health of the game's community. I did love customizing my UI with add-ons in WoW, though. It was wonderful not having to wait for the developers to solve a problem, because I could just download, say, an add-on that allowed me to combine all my bags into one large bag, or one that hid the ugly gryphons on either side of my action bars, or one that turned my whispers to other players into an instant-messenger-style series of windows. The creativity, ingenuity, and dedication of those who volunteer their time and expertise to develop add-ons for WoW have not only made the lives of those who make use of their work easier -- they've also developed user interface innovations that have been incorporated into WoW itself, or even other MMOs. In fact, I'd say there are a few ways that XIV's own UI owes a debt of gratitude toward not just WoW, but to its add-ons.

And finally, I miss gnomes.

They're just fun! I like lalafell too, but they aren't the same.

I'm sure if I sat here at my computer for another two hours, I could probably think of a dozen more things about which I could wax nostalgic, but that'll do for now. It would be nice if, one day, I felt like I could go back to playing WoW without getting burned by its developers once or twice an expansion or without getting called a slur by (some of!) its players once or twice a dungeon, but for now, I'll stay in Eorzea, where I'm sure I'll continue to enjoy myself -- even though there will always be things I miss.

[happy-mokka]

Not tagged or anything, still kind of intrigued me, so just doing it for funsies and maybe even some self-reflection along the way...

Since last year Aziraphale (Good Omens) moved all others to the background. Apart from him, I have a variety of characters that I learned to love over the decades (yep, I'm old...). Captain Malcolm Reynolds (Firefly, I love Nathan Fillion). Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds, Matthew Gray Gubler is my favorite geek and the episodes he directed are all so epic). Charles Rowland (Dead Boy Detectives, sigh...still hurts).

Matches. I don't smoke. Lighting candles with them triggers tons of childhood memories. Love the smell as well for the same reason...

All year in my bedroom. Can't sleep without fresh air.

Not any more. Used to as a kid. Grew out of it. Sometimes still like to believe that all this here *waving arms around* serves some higher purpose and something might be steering...but...guess not. Presumably just playing dice...

Blue. Sometimes more towards gray, sometimes radiant blue. Depending on my mood, maybe...or some chemistry thing I have no knowledge whatsoever about...

Seemed like a good idea in the beginning.

My hair took off years ago. So, neither. Never was long in the old days.

None. Usually drink in the kitchen and leave them there, if I don't have visitors.

Slightly hot. Nothing worse than a burnt tongue and that weird fuzzy feeling afterwards for half a day.

No violence. Witnessed too much bloodshed in my past. Never changes anything to the better. I'd tax their asses...

Reading. Taking long walks. Contemplating life's choices.

Saturday. Hopefully a relaxing one. The weather's supposed to be nice. So I'll get out later to grab a coffee and something sugared...

Just had breakfast.

Love it. My bestie lately even taught me, how the specific smell comes to pass. Again, chemistry/ biology...

No. Was a time I'd loved to become one. Didn't happen. Now probably not anymore. Love kids and am a beloved and passionate uncle of several nephews and nieces.

Yes. Haven't in years. Never liked it. Stresses me out.

Near sighted, wearing glasses since childhood.

Shampoo, even with minimum hair still suffer from dandruffs.

Raised as a straight boy and never learned how. Love painting, so I guess I'd still excell at it if someone let me... 💅🏻🤣

Neither. English is not my native language and I never used them once so far. Lemonade would be my choice I guess.

Nothing really. I cling to memories more than to things...

Empathic and kind to the verge of self-sacrifice. Sometimes feeling sadness of loved ones around me almost causes physical pain and always the inevitable urge to help...

If it's sunny, I'm fine. Don't like it in combination with rain though. Snow is fine but I am by no means a winter sports enthusiast.

Stargazing at night, looking for funny shaped clouds in daylight.

Perfume on rare occasions.

All. The. Time. Toxic trait. Very much so.

Not more than 6 usually. Also often wake up in between multiple times. Not a good sleeper, and it shows.

I did during the pandemic. Stopped since then again.

Start hot and then turn it down slowly.

Sometimes I leave a mug on my desktop when I was on my computer. But I kind of hate that and usually put all back to the kitchen as soon as it's not needed anymore more. Yeah. Could call me pedantic in that particular field...

I listen to all genres except techno/trance stuff. Most grounded probably when listening to calm orchestrated movie scores...

Nope.

Not the overall adventurous kind of person. CSD pride parade the 1st time as openly queer person this year felt kind of adventurous...if that counts for something and is not completely pathetic...

So many. I really love to sing along. Alone in my apartment. Or just lip syncing with earbuds in the bus...

CET

Nope.

Some friends I still meet a few times a year and we know each other since kindergarten. I'm 48, so you do the math...

Smells in general trigger me all the time. Mostly positive feelings or memories...

Almost never, although I should in autumn and winter...

Not yet. The day is still young.

Black. No sugar.

Was active on Insta but almost stopped in the past 12 months. Lost the point in hunting likes and appreciation.

Love it, but always suffer afterwards. 🔥💩

No one. Never ever.

Learned that my Mom doesn't need spine surgery, so won't forget that one so quickly...

Miracle on 34th Street. Always manages to make me cry happy tears. The scene when Kris Kringle has the little deaf girl in his lap and surprises her and her Mom by using sign language. And of course when the court's decision is made and the whole city just cheers... 😭

"Feel free to do that whenever you feel like it!" (Well, without the context this reads pretty naughty...)

Probably around age 10. Sipped wine with my grandpa.

If I find a good rock and calm waters, yes. But never was a true master...

Yep.

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?