#sparrow temerity

[dawnlotus1]

Watching dungeon meshi ❤️- I love Namari- WHY is she so similar to my dnd character. Who did that. nothing wrong with that just a coincidental jumpscare-

Red haired dwarf ✅

Martial adept Fighter ✅

Obsessed with weapon upkeep ✅

Kinda bossy ✅

[dawnlotus-draws]

Sparrow in her egg apron! 🥚

[radikalandfriedrich]

The one about a bike, a beer and a skinny-ass sparrow

Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star

Pairing: Owen Strand/Ty O'Brien

Rating: PG-13

Tags: Humor

***

From the first day they meet, Ty realizes that Owen is a huge pain in the ass. This is evidenced not only by the fire captain's constant brandishing of his skills (and, as his broken nose suggests, his fists), but also by his senseless, almost childlike willingness to go into the epicenter of any disaster as if he were the only rescuer for miles around. His instinct for self-preservation must have burned up somewhere in the ruins of one of the Twin Towers that damn September morning, along with his belief in his own value to this world. It just lays in a flat layer of ash on the ruins of the business center, and now Ty has to drag his skinny ass out of every trouble Owen gets into.

“My ass is not skinny!” Owen gasps for air indignantly when Ty has the temerity to speak his mind out loud.

He is standing in the middle of the firehouse, and he looks quite funny to Ty: a wet T-shirt with sweat streaks under his throat and armpits, tousled hair standing up in all directions, gasoline-stained boots and hands black with grease. It seems that Owen's new friend has decided to show some character.

“I didn't say that,” Ty shrugs, “I just suggested replacing the seat with a more anatomically correct one”.

Owen grimaces, as if Ty's words hurt him physically, and deliberately turns the radio up to full blast, which is met with a grudging curse from someone from the 126th crew on the floor above. Judging by the female, albeit low-pitched voice, Ty concludes that Owen has even freaked out Captain Vega with his disco.

He squats down next to him, critically examines the muddy wheels and sighs. His father used to say that a motorcycle is better than a mistress and twice as good as a wife. What he sees in front of him makes him realize why Owen never got lucky with women.

“Actually, I came by to remind you about the beer.”

Owen sighs and leans his head back. For a moment, Ty even feels sorry for him, but he's a big boy and old enough to learn how to fix his own toys.

“If you want, you can come over to my place today, but don’t ride this. I don't want to have a three-meter distance between my house and a potential accident site.

Owen snorts and reaches for the radio with a dirty hand, but a second later he curses and kicks the bike's stand as I want to ride my bicycle starts to play ironically throughout the firehouse.

Ty decides to walk away. The last thing they need is for Owen to completely destroy his two-wheeled friend.

***

At the last minute, their plans change. Owen says into the phone that he hasn't been able to figure out how to fix the bike, and he's not going to cheat on him with a car or, God forbid, a taxi. So Ty has to get dressed in a hurry and go to his place.

Although the homey atmosphere, linen T-shirt, and plain gray sweatpants make him seem softer, Owen is still the damned Owen he was born to be. He's probably had a glass or more while waiting for a drinking buddy, so when he bends down in front of the bottom shelf of the fridge and wobbles a little, Ty decides that coffee will be enough.

“I understand that living alone does its own thing, but wouldn't you like to have a little privacy in this matter?” Ty asks, looking at the cover of a men's magazine with a gorgeous blonde woman clutching her arms to her chest and squeezing saltwater from a blue swimsuit.

Owen turns around and rolls his eyes.

“It's TK’s.”

And Ty, of course, sees that here, on page seventeen, is an article with tips from a fashion expert on how to dress for a wedding, but Owen is so drunkenly clumsy and a little confused in his own kitchen that he just wants to pelt him with jokes, because it feels like touching mimosa leaves.

“That's a very lame excuse, considering that your son is about to marry a man,” Tai drawls and starts flipping through the magazine out of boredom. He's not too impressed with the content, but the articles are really good. At least the part that isn't covered with photos of half-naked girls.

“It is,” Owen turns and raises index finger, “a legitimate one, since I've been experimenting with my preferences lately.

Ty just raises his eyebrows in response. The coffee machine hisses loudly, blowing steam over the cup with the 126th emblem, and suddenly stops. Owen glares at it, and something in his eyes tells Ty that in a few more minutes, the notoriously difficult nature of firefighter-rescuer-captain-and most importantly-mechanic Strand will force him to go deal with the coffee machine the same way he dealt with the bike, which is to break it the hell up. So Ty rests his elbow on the table and props his chin with his fist, distracting Owen from the tempting idea of going without coffee for at least a week.

“Have been experimenting?”

Owen looks away, smiles briefly and shyly, and lowers his unmanly long eyelashes.

“A midlife crisis? Being around young people? Being around TK? I don't know. I guess now it's more about the search than the final stop, you know.

Not that Ty is surprised by such frankness from a not-so-sober man, but Owen Strand's main trait is still with him even when he's drunk - he knows how to surprise.

Ty nods and reaches for his cup. Obviously, the coffee machine doesn't take kindly to nighttime guests, because the amount of invigorating drink can only get a sleepy mouse drunk. But, considering that the only reason he agrees to drink coffee at midnight is because Owen is too drunk for this time of day, so the stronger the better.

“I understand. And I really hope that one of the Honor Dogs hasn't been the object of your experiments.”

Owen grimaces, tiny wrinkles appear on his nose. He places his cup under the trickle of aromatic coffee and stretches, closing his eyes.

“A man should separate hobbies, work, and spiritual passions.”

“And in which of these categories do you put sex with strangers?”

Owen laughs, flashing a straight row of perfect white teeth (or maybe veneers) and shakes his head, still not opening his eyes. He looks like a sparrow in his roomy pants and unusually large T-shirt, but it's best not to say it aloud.

“He was not a stranger. We had been drinking beer every Friday for three weeks in a row. We're almost old friends now.”

“Mm-hmm,” Ty takes a sip of coffee, keeping his eyes on Owen. “You said the same thing about the Honor Dogs.

Owen turns to him, one eye open, as if to say, “Let's not bring that up.”

“But we weren't bored.”

Ty isn't quite sure who Owen means by this vague “we”: either the two of them against a gang of crazy bikers or himself and his Friday night lover, but he doesn't argue. Anything involving Captain Strand can't be boring. Owen smiles at him again, rests his palms on the tabletop and pulls himself up so that his T-shirt rises slightly, and his pants slide down below his waist, revealing deep pits in his lower back.

Ty squints his eyes, dazzled by the crystal glow of the kitchen, though perhaps it's Owen's teeth. He chooses the most inappropriate moment for this, because at this very second there is a creak of leather on marble, followed by a dull sound of falling and a faint “damn” coming from somewhere on the floor.

“Owen?”

Ty leaps to his feet and rounds the table only to see Owen stretched out on the tile, rubbing his hand over the spot that had obviously cushioned his landing. He grimaces and looks at Ty from under his brows as if he is waiting for another joke, but it's hard to comment on this because it already looks like a mockery of the universe. The secondary flash of fear for Owen's life and health passes, giving way to a kind of almost parental irritation and fatigue.

“When I said I was constantly having to rescue your skinny ass, which is a magnet for adventure, I meant it,” Ty sighs and holds out his hand to Owen, but he seems to be clinging to the only two words that matter to him.

“Skinny?” Owen asks again and shakes his head as if he doesn't believe what he's hearing. “Neat? Maybe. Round? That's closer. Fit? It can't be otherwise when you carry equipment every day and use the stairs instead of the elevator. I would have gone with “worked out,” but I'm afraid Texas men don't compliment other men's asses like that.

“Do all the men in New York call their asses 'worked out'?” Ty asks, tilting his chin up a bit, trying his best not to smile.

Owen doesn't seem to understand the context and synonymic difficulties.

“Want to check it out?”

And yes, it's not a grown man talking again, but a disheveled boy who for some reason is always trying to prove to everyone that he's the best of the best, except that Ty doesn't really care that this is, in fact, another boastful “Look what I can do” and not an invitation. But who is he to say no to Captain Owen Strand himself, who seems serious about showing off his ass in the middle of the night just because someone doubted his, God forbid, elasticity.

“Well, if you're offering...”

Ty throws up his hands, looks directly into the blue eyes, which seem to be only now beginning to understand what he said, and feels something very similar to excitement. His stomach is in knots waiting for Owen's answer, and his skin feels like it's being doused with ice water. Yes, that's it, that's excitement. Ty has time to wonder why every conversation with Owen turns into a tense card game, if not a competition, when Owen throws his head back, twitching the corners of his lips. His gaze warms, but in a moment, where the fireplace's quiet, gentle flame had been, a raging flame erupts. Owen leans back on his elbows, looks intently into his eyes, and, squinting a little, says:

“Take off your jacket.”

Ty raises his eyebrows, thinking that Owen's challenge to him will come back to haunt them both in the near future, but he says out loud:

“Okay”

And throws his jacket on the floor.

***

Ty goes out into the yard in the early morning, sits on the stairs and lights up. The sun is shining thinly on the horizon, and the treetops are slowly swaying in the light wind. The door behind him opens almost inaudibly - Owen is more sensitive to smoke than any detector.

He sits down next to Ty on the top step without giving a word, purses his lips when he sees the cigarette clutched between Ty’s fingers and wraps himself tighter in his robe. Whether it's velvet or satin, Ty isn't sure, but it's definitely burgundy. Like the wine they uncorked around 2 am.

“What?” Owen asks, his voice raspy with sleep and alcohol, and coughs into his fist, frowning at his cigarette. “It was from my ex-girlfriend.”

“From her or her?” Ty asks again and takes another drag, feeling the smoke and laughter tickle his throat.

Owen shakes his head but smiles. He looks up to where the early birds are starting to chirp happily, letting everyone know that a beautiful new day has begun, and Ty can't even tell which is bluer: Owen's eyes or the sky.

“By the way, it's time to tell you that you were wrong,” Owen says without looking away.

“I was right,” Ty shrugs and shakes off the ashes on the rose bushes nearby, “You do have a skinny ass. But it's worked out, so you weren't lying.”

Owen presses his lips together, grimaces, and slaps him on the knee.

“I'm afraid I'll have to refrain from riding the bike for another week after this.”

Ty stubs out his cigarette and throws it into an empty seedling pot.

“Because a man should separate hobbies, work, and spiritual passions? ”

Owen presses his lips together thoughtfully and then nods.

“Exactly.” He leans over to Ty, kisses him briefly on the chin, scratching his skin with his fresh stubble, and adds, “But you could use some fresh air.”

Owen gets to his feet, rubs his long-suffering ass, and walks to the door, leaving Ty sitting on the stairs. The hem of his robe almost disappears behind the door when Owen turns around, points at him with an open palm, and explains:

“Beer. I'm still craving for beer. We tried everything last night except beer.”

Ty also stands up. He pulls up his jacket collar, turns to Owen, and sighs.

“This is where I admit defeat. You've definitely tried everything tonight more than I have.

Ty turns around, walks down the stairs, and crosses the cozy courtyard, thinking about what they will do and talk about when he comes back and rescues them both from a hangover.

Owen's motorcycle, parked next to his car and covered with a thick tarp, makes him smile and roll his eyes. He doesn't seem to have fully realized that this skinny-ass sparrow is now his problem.

But Ty doesn't mind.

(My original work is in Ukrainian and this is a translation. If you find any mistakes, feel free to correct me in comments or DM me on Twitter.)

[scoobybuddie]

December 2023 Book Ratings

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Sleigh It Ain't So by Charlie Cochet (Kindle Unlimited Version) - 4 out of 5 star rating

Ted's Temerity by Anna Sparrows (Kindle Unlimited Version) - 3 out of 5 star rating

Josh's Jackpot by Anna Sparrows (Kindle Unlimited Version) - 3 out of 5 star rating

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Home For The Howlidays by Charlie Cochet (Kindle Unlimited Version) - 4 out of 5 star rating

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[adrian-noruego]

Jack Sparrow - Este personaje interpretado por un gran actor Johnny Depp, hace de cada frase, gesto, mirada, forma de moverse, un tesoro mucho más valioso que la Perla Negra, el Oro Azteca o cualquier otro. Para mi Piratas del Caribe se compone de una trilogía, las siguientes a estas tres a mi forma de ver han sido una intención de sacar dinero de una saga exitosa y que ahora la están exprimiendo al máximo, haciendo perder su propia esencia. Dejando atrás esto, ¿Quien no ha querido ser Jacky alguna vez, o por lo menos haber sido parte de su tripulación? Surcar los mares, vivir aventuras, escapar de la ley, llegar hasta el fin del mundo, vencer a la muerte, poseer una brújula que te guíe hacia lo que más deseas, vivir despreocupado a pesar de las deudas, de las traiciones, de los enemigos y de ser el pirata más buscado. “Quemamos ciudades, nos deben temer... brindad compañeros yohou”. #JackSparrow https://www.instagram.com/p/Boop4pPFzZh/?igshid=1s3ztxnl2a9k

[arukou-arukou]

After a tumultuous youthful affair with Steven Rogers was cut short by the misgivings of friends and family, Master Anthony Stark has spent seven years browbeaten by his father and brother. When at last reunited with Steven, now a Captain in His Majesty's Royal Navy, Anthony is resigned to bear the brunt of Steven's anger and the continued conjugal machinations of the Misters Stark, as well as his friends' well-meaning meddling. A trip across England in the company of Captain Rogers, however, will put Anthony's resolve to the test.

It’s finally going up! This is my fic for Rae Sparrow for @stonytrumpshate 2017. Please do give it a read if Regency romance or Jane Austen is your kind of thing.

[aion-rsa]

How Matthias Schoenaerts Almost Became Zack Snyder’s Batman

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Director Zack Snyder’s DC Extended Universe debut, 2013’s Man of Steel, may have delivered respectable global box office numbers ($668 million) in showcasing star Henry Cavill, but it wasn’t an acclaimed watershed pop culture moment that guaranteed Warner Bros. a money-printing, Marvel Cinematic Universe-style operation. Thus, 2016’s Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice saw Snyder expedite an introduction to a new Batman—just four years after the end of Christopher Nolan’s beloved trilogy���on the stardom of Ben Affleck. However, Snyder’s revealed backup Batman proves that he was all in on the idea, Affleck notwithstanding.

While Snyder has been doing a plethora of press as of late to promote his new Netflix feature, Army of the Dead, the director seems to posses a nigh-unlimited stock of headline-making revelations about his past works, as exemplified by his appearance on this week’s Happy Sad Confused podcast, via THR. Indeed, while the iteration of the DCEU that manifested under his creative purview, now dubbed the “SnyderVerse,” has, for all intents and purposes, reached its curious end with the recent HBO Max release of redux Zack Snyder’s Justice League, the proverbial onion that is Snyder’s creative process continues to peel with the director’s disclosure about the Batman he was looking to cast in a no-Affleck scenario, Belgian actor Matthias Schoenaerts.

“I was talking to him [Schoenarts] a lot about it,” explains Snyder. “He never got in the suit, but I did do a bunch of mock-ups of him, because Ben was on the fence. And I don’t blame him. Everyone should be on the fence when you’re asked, ‘Do you want to play Batman?’” Thusly, the addition of Batman became Snyder’s nuclear option in the event that Man of Steel failed to widely resonate, and he would therefore move forward with his even-more-morose interpretation of the Caped Crusader, Affleck or no Affleck.

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Consequently, Batman v Superman‘s pre-production saw Snyder consider the candidacy of Schoenaerts. The Antwerp-born actor, who has worked steadily in his home country since 1992, was best known at the time from director Jacques Audiard’s BAFTA-nominated 2012 drama, Rust and Bone, in which he co-starred romantically with Marion Cotillard, who—likely by no coincidence—co-starred as twist villain Miranda Tate/Talia al Ghul in The Dark Knight Rises. Of course, we all know how said candidacy would climax, with Affleck ultimately accepting the role for the film that would become Batman v Superman. However, Schoenaerts’s profile was nevertheless raised by roles in subsequent high-profile English-language dramas like The Danish Girl and Far from the Madding Crown, along with Jennifer Lawrence-headlined actioner Red Sparrow. Pertinent to Lawrence, he has been cast in a developing untitled film by director David O. Russel, in which he’ll appear opposite names like Anya Taylor-Joy, John David Washington, Robert De Niro, Chris Rock, Rami Malek, Timothy Olyphant and—perhaps coincidentally—Nolan’s former Batman, Christian Bale, and Snyder’s General Zod, Michael Shannon.

Nevertheless, Snyder would have had a Batman problem on his hands in the event that Affleck passed. Contextually, Man of Steel‘s press made it be known during the film’s buildup that Nolan—fresh from his Dark Knight trilogy tenure—had co-developed the story on which David S. Goyer’s script was based. In fact, the parading of Nolan’s name led to speculation and/or debates centered on the idea that the film was an expansion of Nolan’s film universe, which would create the possibility that Cavill’s Superman would one day share the screen with Christian Bale’s Bruce Wayne/Batman, whose fate at the end of 2012 trilogy-closer The Dark Knight was left open to interpretation. In fact, Snyder also admits to toying with the idea of such a codification, stating, “It was not 100 percent off the table. We did talk about it a little bit.” However, the ending of Nolan’s 2012 film complicated that idea, since it also implied that Joseph Gordon Levitt’s resigned GPD officer, John Blake, a.k.a. “Robin,” was set to inherit the vigilante mantle of the presumed-dead Bruce Wayne. “Maybe that’s why we didn’t do it,” says Snyder. “It would have been Joseph. Which could have been cool.”

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Aside from the divisive nature of how the film ultimately manifested (a heavy topic in its own right), the marquee-level name of Ben Affleck saved Snyder from a creative conundrum for Batman v Superman. After all, the original selling point of Man of Steel centered on the idea that Snyder—known as the renegade director of 300 and Dawn of the Dead—would wield the creative temerity to conjure an unprecedentedly dark, dramatic onscreen version of Superman that contrasted with the Big Blue Boy Scout previously depicted in the quartet of classic films starring Christopher Reeve, and somewhat mirrored by director Bryan Singer with star Brandon Routh in 2006’s Superman Returns. Indeed, Man of Steel itself was an attempt to give Superman the serious treatment that Nolan had already given Batman. Thus, bringing in a version of Batman that was Snyder-ized (if you will,) would have seemed like a case of the tail wagging the dog without a star the level of Affleck, even if Schoenaerts ended up proving capable in the role.

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Shifting back to the present, you can catch Zack Snyder’s irreverently ultraviolent new feature, Army of the Dead, on Netflix right now.

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[nomdy-plume]

As you were...

Well, harsh realities of fiscal requirements being what they are, I had to go off and work a contract at sea for 6 weeks.  My freshly-widowed mother seemed to get by OK without me and my bank manager was most relieved to see some pictures of the Queen passing into my account, so I guess things are moving along without too many other disasters taking place.

The contract was actually a nice break away from home: I feel as though I had the time and space to grieve properly - away from having to ‘be strong’ for my mum and sister. It wasn’t the most glamorous gig - gotta love the north sea for its abundance of easy, low-pressure, short-term gigs - but the band were great to work with and the food on the ship was among some of the best I’ve had.

I say ‘the band were great to work with’, allow me to develop that. The bassist was a lovely guy and came with the added bonus of being a chess enthusiast: I deeply enjoyed playing chess with the bassist on the contract before this, so it was wonderful to spend time poring over a board again.  We played around 20 games: I won once.  As I opined desperately to him: he had learnt very little - and had been practically suffocated by the smug self-deception of success.  I, on the other hand, had learned a great deal - so who had *really* won?

The drummer was also an excellent fellow: it was his first party band contract, having been touring and recording with an original outfit for a few years. Once he had figured out how easy and straightforward it is to play the same 150 tunes round and round and round, the only other hurdle he had to overcome was tedium.  He also brought the added bonus of appearing as an extra in the recent Hollywood cold war film ‘Red Sparrow’ - which was being shown in the ship’s cinema.  We had an excellent screening to ourselves, complete with raucous, popcorn-spilling, high-fiving when we spotted him.

The singer.  Hmmm... well, compared to other singers I had worked with (specifically on this same ship) she was a dream: didn’t complain any more than any of the rest of us, had a good voice and worked the crowd well.  However, she really raised the bar in terms of ‘not being a morning person’.  In fact, she blanked EVERYONE and ANYONE who dared have the temerity to approach or speak to her before 4pm.  She wasn’t horrible, she was just borderline aspergers.  One doesn’t like to imagine what awful histories or dark scars lie behind such seemingly inexplicable behaviours...

I’m not sure if an explanation can be found in the fact that - two weeks into the contract - she revealed, via social media, her support for one of the more/most rightwing of British political campaigns. I made a point of not raising it as a subject to her, people’s political beliefs should be respected and should only affect their professional environments in extreme and/or rare circumstances.

I was, nonetheless, slightly disgusted and found it hard to relate to her on any level after that.  But we rubbed along just fine, anyway.  It certainly made it more amusing to watch her suffer the overt attentions of the Filipino crew on board.  Those guys work incredibly hard 12 hours a day, every day for 6-9 months.  Being one of only 5 females on board - with blonde hair and blue eyes - she put up with a lot of attention from braggadocio-heavy guys.  Assuming that she is as racist as the rest of the gang she supports, she must have really struggled through gritted teeth to smile and laugh off their cheesy approaches.

Anyway, the 6 week gig passed easily enough - we worked out that we averaged one ‘good’ night (busy dance floor, appreciative applause, etc.) out of every 5 that we played.  Mostly, it would be three or four tired lorry drivers and maybe the same number of families with small kids let loose on the dancefloor. It did have its moments; about a week before the end, we had one incredibly drunk and obnoxious guy who was barely standing up but happy to dish out insults and offence throughout all 3 of our sets.  Towards the end of the last set, he lost his balance and knocked himself clean out on the stage.

Once we had stopped cheering and laughing, the security guys assured us that he would be OK and we finished the night of with big smiles on our faces. I hope he woke up without any lasting damage but, equally, I hope he woke up with the sorest of heads being compounded by the teenage kids he was with (looked like an adult overseeing a youth football tour?) berating him for being out of order and an embarrassment to everyone.

Happily, I haven’t touched my guitar for a week since I’ve been back, am now touting for gigs on land so will start practicing again this weekend.  Sir Yehudi Menuhin had a great line about how if he didn’t practice for one day then he would notice the difference it made to his playing: if he didn’t practice for three days then his friends would notice and if he didn’t practice for a week then EVERYBODY would notice.

Well, Sir Yehudi, I’ve just played 3x45 min shows every night for nearly six weeks and I’m enjoying a well-deserved rest!

[parizziblog]

Um autodidata da gastronomia e culinária como eu, às vezes se permite experimentar e ousar. Como não tenho formação nem clássica e nem contemporânea, me sinto liberto de qualquer grilhão. Faço experiências comigo mesmo, com meu próprio corpo e com os corajosos que arriscam provar os meus desvarios. Minha dieta mais recentemente, tamb��m virou cobaia. Um pouco por necessidade e um pouco por curiosidade mesmo. Sou ariano, sorry. Há quase dois anos, decidi retirar o pão. Há mais ou menos um ano, resolvi banir o trigo da minha dieta. Um pouco pelo glúten e um pouquinho pelos experimentos desvairadamente transgênicos que os "professores pardais" capitalistas vem fazendo com o trigo. Apesar de toda a mística que envolve o pão e que admiro e respeito, não sinto mais falta( só do pão de queijo 😋). Há uns quatro meses, resolvi retornar ao pão de outra forma. Comecei a fazer o meu próprio pão. Sem glúten, sem lactose (a lactose também está sob júdice😫) e "low carb". A saúde vem agradecendo bastante. Confesso que é preciso muita coragem para um mineiro trem bão sô, como eu, não comer queijo😢😢, mas estou experimentando e tentando. Sair da Caixa é experiência que não fica sem resposta. Duvido que alguém leu até aqui. Esse é o meu primeiro e espero que último, "textão". Se tiver lido até aqui, prove, comentando "anátema". Do Google tradutor(Viviane Pessoa Cousin, corrige aí pelamordiDeus!) 😓: An autodidact of gastronomy and cuisine like me, sometimes it is allowed to experiment and to dare. Since I have neither classical nor contemporary training, I feel free of any fetters. I experiment with myself, with my own body and with the brave ones who risk proving my ravings. My diet most recently also became a guinea pig. A little out of necessity and a little out of curiosity. I'm Aryan, sorry. Almost two years ago, I decided to remove the bread. About a year ago, I decided to ban the wheat from my diet. A little for gluten and a little bit for the wildly transgenic experiments that the capitalist "sparrow teachers" have been doing with wheat. In spite of all the mysticism that surrounds the bread and which I admire and respect, I do not miss it anymore (only from the chees (em Juiz De Fora Temer)

[dawnlotus1]

Oooo lore lore … oh I definitely want to read the manga.

Money and dwarven honor.. I’m really interested in seeing more of Namari! I assume she does end up spending more time and or traveling with the party again at some point later? I’ve seen lots of stuff about her around I’m judging her as a pretty important side character.

As for how similar she and Sparrow end up being, Sparrow doesn’t care much for money specifically as long as she can collect more stuff in general. She also had no issues with her village when she left to become an adventurer. (She’s my only dnd character without a angsty backstory lol she’s just living that adventurer’s life like it’s her calling.)

But Sparrow is definitely adept at all kinds of weapons no matter what they are. And loves to take care of them.

Doodles of her collection problem below. The other is a screenshot of the Google doc I have of her bag of holding LOL

Watching dungeon meshi ❤️- I love Namari- WHY is she so similar to my dnd character. Who did that. nothing wrong with that just a coincidental jumpscare-

Red haired dwarf ✅

Martial adept Fighter ✅

Obsessed with weapon upkeep ✅

Kinda bossy ✅

[dawnlotus-draws]

LOOK UPON THEM. MY BELOVEDS. my player characters I play the most often. This isn’t even close to all of them. Anyway.

Transcript to the text image and Non transparent art version below the cut ^^

Just 6 of my character collection I fit on a page.. I play so many TTRPGs all week it’s crazy.

Please. If you want to know anything about them, send me asks :3

They will also be on ARTFIGHT so if you will be on the battlefield stop by and say hello!!! :D

I apologize for the Alt Text being a mess, mobile is fighting me on formatting right now, but here the transcript to the image below!

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Name : Alice Adalhaidus | TTRPG : Vampire the Masquerade | Chronicle : New Orleans by Night | Party name : (work in progress) | Clan : Toreador | Occupation : Cabernet owner | Age : 130 yrs | Personality : ‘Judgemental’ | Summary word(s) : Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss

Name : Eloise Fulva | TTRPG : Pathfinder | Campaign : Cityfinder | Party name : Corwyn Office | Class : Barbarian/Healer | Occupation : Grade 5 Fixer | Age : 50 yrs | Personality : Stoic | Summary Word : Diplomat

Petra Ichor | TTRPG : DnD | Campaign : One shots | Party : N/A | Class : Grave Cleric | Occupation : Guide | Age : 106 yrs | Personality: Apathetic | Summary word : Puppet

Sparrow Temerity | TTRPG : DnD | Campaign : The Bounciful Band | Party : The Bounciful Band | Class : Fighter | Occupation : Tank/‘wallet’ | Age : 30 yrs | Personality : Optomistic | Summary word : Unlucky

Grelinda Teakettle | TTRPG : DnD | Campaign : One shots | Party : N/A | Class : Fighter (6) Rogue (2) | Occupation : Sniper | Age : 21 yrs | Personality : Caffeinated Teenager | Summary word(s) : Hero in training

Xiao Hua Ya (小花呀) | TTRPG : Call of Cthulhu | Campaign : London and Literature | Party name : Edith’s house for Misfits | Class : Recon | Occupation : Orphan | Age : 14 yrs | Personality : Nosy | Summary word : Gremlin

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My DnD PCs pride month interview <3

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Sparrow Temerity! My main DnD character of nearly 2 years! ^^

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OC DOODLE DUMP :D

The Teakettle Family of 7 daughters ^

Zashita and her girlfriend Hoshi ^

Khaori and Asami on da whiteboard ^

Sparrow but I drew her directly onto my desk ^

Dionaea with her plants <3 ^

Thank you for looking at my girlies goodbye

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Realism practice with my DnD PC Sparrow <3

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Sparrow on her murder arc (had a cursed axe)

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This is the more detailed version, and I like it too, but not as much as the simpler version idk

Also here is said cursed axe.

Sparrow already has a bit of a odd connection with her weapons already - but this one was *ahem* certainly more sinister. Anyway it’s not here in the stat block cuz my DM didn’t want to clue me in too early, but this axe deffo was wielding sparrow rather than the other way around…