#that’s cheeting

[carolofthebell]

I was really anxious when someone told me Bards (my favorite class) would use “prepared spells” instead of “known spells” in the new rule book. There’s a reason I never played “prepared” castors in 5e. The idea of changing out my spell list every rest stressed me out. What if I pick the wrong thing?

I needn’t have worried

Bards aren’t changing, we’re just using the same words to describe two entirely different mechanics. I’m sure this streamlining of language will be the cause of no confusion or strife whatsoever around our game tables.

There is a chart to solve these arguments waaay later in chapter 7:

The description of spell preparation here also just makes me sad. We’re just preparing spells “in our mind”. There’s no explanation for why this works so differently for different classes.

In 5e we were told that during a long rest the Wizard prepared by studying their spellbook, the Druid by meditating, and the Cleric by praying to their deity. These were maintenance practices that flowed naturally from their relationship to the source of their understanding and power.

It made sense that a bard, sorcerer, or warlock would learn things more slowly over time and work from a more limited pool since their relationship to magic isn’t so straightforward. They gained their understanding more slowly (or in the case of warlocks haphazardly) over time.

This book has stripped away the flavor of the classes leaving behind sterile mechanics that do little to inspire the imagination of a new player building a character.

[wanlingnic]

An arctic exploration crew trapped on an island. What crimes will they commit?

More Beast Wars Human AU here!

[cheerclaw]

Meet the OCs: Horizonshine (she/they) - @clanborn

A courier of Brookclan, responsible for trekking over rough terrain to exchange news and deliveries between the clans. A friendly and persistent cat, yet impulsive and immature, with a history of “attention-seeking” behavior. Few members of her clan like them, which has left her resentful and out of place within her own home. She finds herself trapped in an apocalyptic time loop perpetuated by the Lynx, one of the clans’ gods.

Ratcatcher (he/it/they) - @andflightsofangelssing (art by @/sp1resong)

Ratcatcher is as of now a rogue. Previously, they were a medicine cat in the mountain-based clan of Ridgeclan. It started a revolution by accidentally revealing that their leader was corrupt, and made them sicken and/or kill innocent cats. Nowadays, he spends his time awaiting the delivery of his kits and bathing in the sun with his best friend, Ospreycatcher.

[Back to the grade]

[davestaresatthesun]

you and I and me and you and we are not the same

[robro and alpha dave from @0rphiichaze 's badlydrawnbaby dirk im back on my bs and they are my new victums]

[captaincrungus]

i literally couldnt get this out of my head for like 3 hours until i drew it

[this-is-a-name-dont-worry]

can't wait for french speaking belgians to arrive and have beef with the french

[istherewifiinhell]

Wait. Tmab au. Dinobot rattrap cheetor. Primal and rhinox not allowed to help. I need just the guys i would LEAST trust with a baby.

[kairunatic]

Gurl!!!

I never expected this but

Edgar CG is literally Valentine's Nitro 2.0

Like OMG he was so romantic and charming and it's a P.O.V story!

Basically you YES YOU! Get to spend a romantic night with him!!!

And all this shit was FUCKING ANIMATED!! Yes this is AE very first animated CG

This Is literally the kind of CG I wanted for Casino Billford to have and yet they gave it to Edgar

I feel robbed lmao

[incorrect-ionians]

Marius: “Be a leader,” they said...

Marius: “It'll be fun,” they said...

Vanya: PUT IT OUT!!! PUT IT OUT!!!

Vezika: I CAN'T, IT'S TOO BIG TO SMOTHER!!!

Gareth: GO GET THE ANTI-FLAMETHROWER!!!

Cheets: IT'S CALLED A FIRE EXTINGUISHER, DUMBASS!!!

Marius, sighing: Don't listen to them. Don't.

[jarognieva]

[wilcze-kudly]

I'm putting together a post comparing Sokka and Katara to Mako and Bolin and in my 'Sokka and Bolin similarities' tab, I put that they somehow attract an ocean of people with their autistic rizz and was compelled to make this

[colby-jac-cheese]

OK GOOGLE! How mentally ill do you have to be to make a document of all the things about yourself you've overanalyzed just so you can print it out and give it to a therapist when you start therapy to skip the awkward beginning sessions that every therapist uses to get an idea of where to start?

[lonertale]

Meet Asriel Dreemurr!

As King Asgore and Queen Toriel’s only son, Asriel is the monsters’ prince and heir to the throne. Throughout his childhood, his parents aimed to protect him from the dangers outside the Royal Palace. Living nearly his entire life inside the capitol, Asriel was never permitted to leave the castle walls during his childhood years. Because of this, he’s never had the chance to make proper friends and feels lonely as a result. Being a little mischievous, he practices against bloodline norms and learns to summon sentient vegetation for comfort (the birth of Flowey). However, his efforts to sooth his loneliness this way would be in vain due to Flowey’s passive aggressive behavior as a sentient magic summon. However, this all changes when Doctor Gaster and his son Papyrus come to the palace to seek refuge. On top of that, Gerson would donate Undyne’s service to the Royal Palace for further training to become a member of the Royal Guard. There, his friendships with Papyrus and Undyne would start to blossom. As the young prince grows older and with the war between humans and monsters inevitable, he is constantly reminded of his future responsibilities in turn making him extremely stressed. Although, aside from how rebellious he is to tradition, he's a sweet heart to all.

(Revised Reference)

[cheerclaw]

Meet the OCs: Pumpkinheart (she/her) - @ravenxbones (art by @/murkshade)

Pumpkinheart is the healer for HallowClan, Ana autumn-themed clan from a group of holiday clans. She and her sister were found by the clan as kits, and raised as HallowClan apprentices. She regularly sees omens of death around her, and while she knows that StarClan’s prophecies are often vague, she wishes they wouldn’t send her so many visions of tragedy befalling the clan. She’s even begun to doubt whether she’s even receiving visions at all or just becoming paranoid. She is a loyal member of HallowClan, kindhearted and trusting, but her experiences as a med cat lead her often down a darker and lonelier path than those of her clanmates.

Yellowheart (she/gem) - @amethyst-halo

she's a ranger's apprentice of the Beech Guild! she's on the anxious side, but tends to open up with her siblings! she has a lot going on tbh her mentor sucks her family sucks and by god she's gonna save the guilds

[Back to the grade]

[hedwig221b]

sterek. hs party. outsider's angsty pov

Paige hated parties.

Suddenly she heard a loud and familiar voice.

“Oh, look, here’s the champion of the night!”

Fucking Stilinski. Still in Derek’s jacket.

Apparently, Derek had reached them and now with Erica on one hand and Stilinski on another, he was kissed by both of them on his cheeks rather enthusiastically. The crowd greeted the team captain with whoops and roars and squealing.

Derek was smiling bright and wide. It was truly a breathtaking sight.

Reyes had finally let him go and was now busy hanging off of Boyd. Stilinski had decided that it gave him the free reign over Derek, so he promptly jumped on his back, tucked his face close to Derek’s, so they were cheek to cheek and demanded to be piggy-backed to the drink’s table.

It was pathetically obvious, that Derek was used to this behavior. He rolled his eyes and brought his hands under Stilinski’s thighs to keep him from falling. They were talking about something, but the music was too loud for Paige to hear what it was about.

She convinced herself she didn’t care.

Paige spent the entire evening being a stalker. She was aware of her creepy behavior, but it’s not like anybody noticed her standing in a quiet corner. The desire to eat was never there since the beginning of the game, so she was holding her room-temperature Coke and tried to blend with the wall.

Derek and Stilinski were inseparable the entire evening. Who would’ve guessed.

They sneaked a little bit of alcohol in their drinks, which Paige disapproved of, so they were even more disgusting with each other, than usual. Well, Stilinski was disgusting, Derek was just tolerating his presence, for sure. Stilinski was a clingy mouthy brat, who had apparently glued his hands to Derek’s waist. Derek didn’t have any choice, really, but to put his arm around Stiles.

It was all Stilinski’s fault.

Paige didn’t like how Stiles looked at her boyfriend, with big eyes full of proud fondness. His laugh was loud, boisterous and contagious to all people around him. When Stiles stumbled, Derek was always there to catch him, which made Stiles giggle and cling to him even more.

Paige wanted to cry, but she knew she couldn’t. That would be beyond humiliating.

Then someone suggested a game of Spin the Bottle. And in typical jock fashion the captain was wrestled into participating immediately.

So, of course, Stilinski was brought along with him.

No. No, no, no.

Enough.

Paige unstuck herself from the wall and started to squeeze through the crowd to get to the center of the living room, where the players were sitting. But there were so many people, burly and strong and she was a rather small girl, so the whole ordeal took her awhile.

When she had finally burst through the first row of eager spectators, the game was already on.

Erica was peppering kisses all over Lahey’s cherubic face, which was puckered and wrinkled from disgust, and also bright pink from Erica’s lipstick.

“Ew-w, Erica, you’re like my fucking sister, sto—“ he didn’t get to finish the sentence, because Erica smacked a wet kiss right on his lips.

Isaac’s horrified wail was buried under the guffaws and roaring laughter.

Next rounds were spent in a similar way; Jackson absolutely refused to kiss Danny, which made Lydia Martin clip him round the ear; the girl then proceeded to kiss Danny herself, which left Jackson pink-faced and thoroughly confused.

Heather got to kiss Stilinski, but was so flustered and shy, she mastered only a dry peck in the corner of his mouth, before going red like a beetroot.

Everybody refused to kiss Greenburg, who was then quickly kicked out of the game.

Then Stilinski took the bottle and spun it with a cheeky grin.

Paige closed her eyes and prayed.

Suddenly there was a roar from the crowd along with hoots and catcalling.

“I want your luck, Stilinski!”

“Get your fucking man!”

“Don’t chicken out now, Hale!”

Horrified and close to bursting into tears, Paige opened her eyes. The bottle was pointing at Derek. She lifted her gaze at her boyfriend.

He was sitting there, looking at Stiles with such intensity and a smug smile, like the cat who got the cream.

“Come here, Hale,” Stilinski lifted an eyebrow and beckoned him with one finger, biting his lip.

“No, you come here,” Derek smiled predatorily. Stiles rolled his eyes, despite the impish grin on his lips.

“As you wish, my champion.”

“Oh, this is gonna be so hot,” Danny announced dreamily and a lot of people nodded in agreement.

Paige didn’t want to witness this, but couldn’t turn away from the trainwreck.

Stiles crawled seductively in Derek’s lap, took his face in his hands and kissed him right on the lips.

The crowd went absolutely wild.

But those two didn’t stop.

Derek put his hands on Stiles’ trim waist, not to push him away, but to pull him in even more. Their kiss, which was never innocent in the first place, turned into an open-mouthed one and even dirtier, as if encouraged by the supporting crowd.

“Somebody, spray them with a water bottle!” Jackson complained.

Stiles took one hand from Derek’s face and gave him a middle finger.

“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying the show, Jacks,” Danny teased him. “This is a prime spank bank material, right there.”

Finally, the kiss has ended.

The boys were breathing heavily, apparently in no rush to separate from one another. They didn’t seem to notice the claps or the cheers or anyone from the roaring crowd. They stared at each other with something deep reflecting in both their gazes. Stiles’ smile soon turned into breathless giggles the longer he stared at Derek. He closed his eyes and, still giggling uncontrollably, put his hands around Derek’s shoulders to tuck his blushing face against his neck. Derek caressed his back almost reverently up and down and sighed in Stiles’ hair with a self-satisfied smile.

Nobody noticed their little touches and gazes. Or, maybe, they were used to it. Or is that how it is with jocks? All the pent-up energy spilled into homoerotic displays of affection?

Maybe they were just drunk.

Drunk, stupid boys.

Paige couldn’t watch them anymore, or she’ll be sick.

She turned around and headed for the exit through the crowd with doubled vigor.

“Hale’s turn!”

“Spin it!”

Paige started pushing people aside in a hurry.

“NO WAY!”

“Again! That’s not fair!”

“Stilinski, you’re one lucky motherfucker.”

This was a nightmare.

“HALE! HALE! HALE!”

Paige stumbled out of the house, feeling something wet slide down her cheek.

The triumphant roar of the crowd made her flinch and walk away faster.

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[wyrmtunnel]

cheet playermodel (july 29th 2023) - this one i am actually using in a personal modpack for collecting creatures. i can make him sit also