Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.
What can you do when an armed dragon worth 100+ kilos wants your attention!
I like to compare their Jolly natured Haxorus to a gentle & playful big dog/horse who's happy to cooperate and learn new things! Like ride a bicycle-
My main contribution to @pokemagma January doodle session (previously known as #jun's magma events)! If you are interested in joining Magma / pokémon themed live collaborations, hop aboard!! The events are running monthly!
how the hell does one make a giraffe centaur? like... it's for a whole... thing (he's also a pirate because that's the vibe of the day don't worry bout it)
but like... are they just... tall with the human torso and head and arms and such with a slightly long neck?? or??
I might've added the BG3 Art Book to my dnd assets stash
It' 100% does not have things like the 5e players' handbook + 5e’s character sheet, several gm guides, critical role's explorer's guide to wildmount, baldur's gate and waterdeep city encounters, 101 potions and their effects, volo's guide to monsters, both of xanathar's guides, a bunch of other encounters, one shots, and class builds
In no way are there any pdf’s relating to any wizard who may or may not be residing on any coast
(Edit that I’ve moved the folder to the new link above! So if you catch a different version of this post that link won’t work anymore!)
small thing that i might take further, but is p self contained rn. Tentatively set before the Museum Run That Changed Everything, but after the Zending run.
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(Selfish. The narrator is selfish.)
[ Please, ] Stanley signs again, [ just one nap. Just a little one. ]
“I’ve already told you, Stanley, you don’t need to sleep!”
There is a sort of… desperation, in the narrator’s voice, which he finds himself embarrassed by. If Stanley hears it, it goes ignored. [ You keep saying that, but I WANT to! I want to rest! Besides, you made things more comfortable! Why can’t you let me enjoy them for once, instead of the story? ]
“I didn’t make them more comfortable so you could loiter around doing nothing—you know I’m trying to make things less miserable for you, but you simply can’t stop for a few hours!”
Stanley scowls at the ceiling, his irritation hot and itchy. The narrator tries to hold his ground in the face of it.
[ Why won’t you let me have this?! Why is it so important that I never ever stop, that’s not how humans work! ]
“But Stanley, you’re not—“
The sharp sneer Stanley treats him to cuts him off. Right. That… that never goes well. The narrator is trying to get a little better about that.
Doesn’t mean it’s not true though.
Stanley’s anger simmers in the small confines of his office. If the narrator could fidget and shift his weight in discomfort, he would. As it is all he can do is start and stop around monosyllabic sounds for a few long seconds.
Finally, he says, deeply humiliated, “If you sleep, then you can’t hear me. I’ll be talking but you won’t be listening, and I— I need to be heard, I don’t know how else to explain it.”
Stanley’s shoulders droop with some kind of realization. This is perhaps an open secret, that the Narrator doesn’t do well to a motionless, reactionless protagonist. (The fellow doesn’t remember the ending where the phone is unplugged, but Stanley’s given him that memory, and the ache it left him with is uncomfortably familiar. A phantom pain.)
[ There are a lot of endings where I go someplace you can’t go. What do you do then? ]
“Oh, well,” the voice flounders a little, trying to dance around the shameful truth, “I do TRY to keep busy, especially since I’ve been working on new things for the game—“
Stanley looks at the open doorway without really seeming to see it. The narrator sighs, and admits, embarrassed, “…but usually? I just wait for you to get back.”
A hand curled and pressed to a chest, but it hasn’t rubbed circles yet. He doesn’t offer the apology. The narrator doesn’t deserve one.
After all, he won’t give Stanley this. He’ll do everything he can to occupy Stanley’s time and attention while Stanley is with him. He can’t NOT have it. He needs it.
He’s selfish.
The narrator doesn’t apologize. It isn’t the kind of person he is. He just—
So I’ve been going through a bit of another rough period lately and have turned back to my DS system, one of the few gaming consoles that doesn’t seem to terribly hurt my hand (yay!!)
I picked up PMD Sky again, and seeing as I had reset my file at some point but didn’t make a new one, I inserted Ingo and Akari into it — Cyndaquil for Ingo (hero), and Eevee for Akari (partner)!
I think it’s very fitting since Hero character has total amnesia except for remembering their name, and Partner character is someone with an outgoing personality who’s just joining a guild.
I’ve been getting really attached to it, and so I’ve been thinking about a little AU with some adjustments to it. Hence these doodles I’ve been working on for the last few days (mostly warmups/practice to try and tighten linework with my non-dominant hand, so no hatching or handwritten words for this one ^^;).