hi! I created this blog mainly for sharing my thoughts about videogames and other hobby/multifandom stuff. I also like to draw occasionally, and I do furry art and fanart.
I post potentially inappropriate content 🔞 included but not limited to gore and suggestive stuff. you've been warned.
in our last dnd sesh my character got kidnapped so I've got to play the changeling antagonist in a secret from the rest of the party. I've been throwing subtle hints for the four hours and they have only found out near the end, but the surprise was worth it. I've never dm'ed a game but I think I now know what dm feels when we're being a little stupid
bao-dur is the character that grew on me with time and I absolutely adore him in my second run, but in my first I kinda just left him in the corner of the ship with hp near zero so he just stood there alone clutching his shoulder for the whole game without me ever bothering to heal him. now I feel bad. why would I do that to you. my poor baby.
For the folks curious about templates, these are the shapes I cut from cardboard. I added a couple little pieces of cereal box cardboard as structural support in various points, like the bridge of the nose and behind the beak. Also, I ended up cutting the forehead piece a little smaller, which I marked on the paper, but I kept the template size in case you want to see how it originally looked.
@blackbearmagic made a bunch of cool templates for the workshop I'm going to do in December, too. I'll get a few photos of those later.
I think my favorite part of this was how different your mask looks from all the ones I've made so far, and not just because you made a bird and I've been making mammals
It's a completely different piece of wearable art. It has a different soul. It has a different feel.
I think everyone should make a mask of their favorite animal to wear, even if they're not a therian. I think the world would be a healthier, happier place if everyone made a cardboard replica of their favorite animal's face.
Bear's mask templates! I just want to stress that our masks are extremely low tech and budget friendly. They're made out of cardboard, hot glue, and fleece, with an elastic band in the back. I used a little sheer black fabric I had leftover from my terror bird costume for the eyes.
Fleece and felt are very forgiving fabrics and you can basically just cut a single large piece and stretch it to fit, gluing it to the cardboard one small section at a time. The fabric was the only purchase we made for these, and it was in the form of thrift store blankets.
the other thing about Internet dogpiling is that it is just not possible to think clearly during the acute stages. it’s so easy to criticize people for responding defensively or tactlessly to mass criticism but I cannot overstate the degree to which your brain becomes a rat in a trap. I think we do have to temporarily recalibrate our expectations in these circumstances and accept that they do not necessarily represent how that person responds to criticism. the skills for self-regulating and reacting to normal interpersonal criticism are not the same skills needed to respond to viral callouts.
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Sharing a snippet from the next MH chapter, featuring Vis and Heinrix who are still lost as fuck on the Black Ship. Worst date ever.
The reassuring press of Heinrix's palm against her own helped Visenya focus as the Interrogator shouldered opened the barring doors and led them to the next compartment. She felt worn thin, like a garment that's been run through too many washes and was now held together by tattered threads. Images of the warp manifestation sat heavy in her mind, and her ears rang with echoes of those phantom screams…her screams. Her shoulder ached, and the darkness around them simmered with veiled threats. She wondered what she'd have done if Heinrix were not here with her, then chased the thought from her mind. Visenya had survived on her own for decades past—had a bit of a troublesome knack for it, if she were being honest. She was good at capitalizing on pure dumb luck, and had felt for a while now that her existence was taking more than her fair share of fortune from the proverbial pie.
Still, without Heinrix this entire endeavor would be going far more miserably, of that Visenya was certain. Truth be told, without Heinrix, her entire reign would be going far more miserably.
Despite Abelard's reassurances, Idira's prophecies, and Jae's effusive flattery, Visenya continued to be dogged by doubts about her capability as a Rogue Trader. There was a part of her that doubted whether any human was capable of upholding the near-mythic title. When one began to consider all the blessed bloodlines, sacred genealogy and inherited warrants involved, the whole thing started to sound more like a dramatic fiction than a role of governance within the Imperium. It was a treacherous designation that had crippled many who'd come before her. A weighted crown, drowning those who bore it beneath the bloody sea of their own legends.
And yet, every time she felt herself begin to suffocate—pulled below the surface by the burdens of entire worlds and the cries of countless voices—a certain Interrogator was never far from reach. What's more was that Heinrix genuinely seemed to believe in her divine right to rule—as did so many others, of course. Nevertheless, for reasons Visenya wasn't capable of explaining, his confidence in her was almost enough to stoke her own. His presence at her side a steadfast sail that allowed her to navigate the raging waves, without sinking below their fury.
Deep in her heart, she knew it was dangerous—this reliance growing between them. Lines were being crossed, trust was being given, and Visenya knew the backtracking would be painful. She'd been down this road before, had attached herself to someone whose loyalties were not of their own choosing, and the lessons she'd learned had stuck. People were only as free as the length of their leash, and the Imperium was good at ensuring their dogs remained obedient.
For now, though, they were beyond the Imperium's reach—and Visenya was too weary and harried to make better decisions.
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