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Theres no illustrations of female necrons or in depth descriptions of their appearance (to my knowledge) so I took matters into my own hands
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Omg I love how you draw Yngya
Thank you!❄
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Senshi (Dungeon Meshi)
Ryland Grace (Project Hail Mary)
Mr. Ant Tenna (Deltarune)
Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt
“And if you’ll give me 40% of the MOST POPULAR VOTE, I’ll give you my SPECIAL REWARD... A year’s supply of NON-GLOOBY SLIME!!! Never or BARELY used!!!” Tenna concluded his speech with a huge smile, jetting his hands up in double peace signs.
The crowd roared in confused enthusiasm as Tenna gave a gracious flurry of low-FPS bows, pausing only for the occasional stink-nose at his audience plants who weren’t throwing enough 3D roses.
Eventually, the room fell silent. It was Senshi’s turn to speak.
He puffed out his chest, took a long, sweeping look over the audience… and shook his head.
“I can see not all of you are eating properly.”
The crowd murmured with embarrassment.
“I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it’s time to take the turkey out of your icebox. I have seen the ingenious technology with which your people store food... and I have also seen the waste which results from such convenience.
“The food you take had a life. Beasts grew fat on the grass of the field, plants grew from the sun’s rays, and mushrooms grew from minerals in the cracks of caves. And yet, it sits in your iceboxes, collecting moisture until it perishes.
“Eat what is given to you. Because its life will make you stronger, too.”
Without another word, Senshi left his podium and stepped away from the stage. The crowd murmured in confusion. “Is he really like that?” somebody said. “I only remember reblogging the photosets of him tripping and showing ass.”
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Back in the Green Room, Tenna wrung his antennas nervously.
“Y-y-you think they liked me!? They HAD to!! I mean, I don’t know what Asgore was thinking, getting that weird haircut and running that food waste campaign, but… YOU thought I did good, didn’t you, Kris?”
Laios nodded aggressively, a streak of blue face paint peeling from his forehead.
“You did AMAZING, Tenna! By the way, now that we’ve seen all your insider campaign secrets, do you have any more videos of Susie? Especially her tail... If I could get a look at that, I could finally tell if she’s a dinosaur or --”
THWACK. Fake antlers butted Laios’s head.
“LAIOS?? Weren’t we dressed up to help SENSHI???” Marcille hissed, gesturing awkwardly with her hooves.
Suddenly, Tenna turned to the two adventurers.
“Hey, WAIT a second. SOMETHING’s not right here...”
Laios and Marcille held their breath.
“Where the heck are my POINTS!?”
Just then, the door opened. Chilchuck took one step into the room, whistling and holding a large bag.
Everyone turned to him.
Chilchuck paused, took a step backwards, and closed the door.
“CHILCHUCK!!!” yelled Tenna.
“How come Chilchuck got to stay Chilchuck!?” yelled Marcille at the same time.
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Meanwhile, in outer space somewhere, some guy was making out with a rock.
Just rewatched Brave and I gotta say I love that the witch's answer to everything was bears. I need an income? Bears. Need the strength of ten men? Bears. Need your fate changed via your mother changed? Best I can do is bears.
We love a queen with a special interest.
Update on my embroidery journey, french knots sucks and I hate them
Im gonna remind myself to post the warhammer i paint, so be prepared for that
Also oh dear god all those damn minis
I am getting into embroidery because I made a character that enjoys embroidery and I want to write him more accurately, as well as the fact that it is a handy skill to have, NOT BECAUSE my brain craves the dopamine from picking up new hobbies like a fly that hops from one trash pile to another
I'm an anxious little fuck. I get scared
Me too, Fish. The question is what do we do about it?
To all of those learning a language. Its okay to not be confident in the language, but still please speak clearly when ordering something in that language. you know what's harder to understand than broken English? Mumbled broken English.
Why does no one talk about mayfly emergences in texas? A million bugs becoming adults all at the same time once the storm clears? To live one day to lay eggs in bodies of water that will inevitably dry up? But for this moment, this brief moment, they are alive, they see the sky and fill it with the beating of their millions of new wings, for the first and only time, and they will never know their effort this day was most likely futile.
Climbers and Patrons. Knowing the difference could save your life someday.
Sorry for the lack of art ive been turning into compost since I graduated
Let me tell you all about the weirdest restaurant experience I've ever had.
So this was a while ago, me and my father were going to a concert (I believe the headliner was The Rare Occasions, but I was going for the opener, Addison Grace) and we wanted to stop for a bite to eat. My dad asked what I wanted,
"Pasta" was all that was needed to be said.
My dad found a decently reviewed Italian place and we parked nearby (Dallas street parking is a bitch) and we walked to the nice looking place.
Little did we know that when we opened the door we'd be hit with a wave of overdecorated.
Roses, roses and fake candles were stuffed in every corner of the place. There was a giant ball of roses hanging from the ceiling, roses at every table, roses were attached to the beams. And fake candles were up in the freaking banisters. The largest wall had a large painting of cherubs barely clad in flowing silks flying in the sky. Sprinkled throughout the place were greco-roman statues.
We look and notice in a corner booth, watching us walk in, was a man in his finest budget suit, freshly polished shoes, and oiled slick back hair. Twirling some red wine in a glass. Sitting with his legs crossed leaning back into his booth with his arm casually off the back of the booth chair. We were sat and ordered. My dad got veal (as he was surprised to see it on the menu and was curious) and I got a shrimp alfredo. We were given large plates, mine being filled to the brim with pasta and shrimp. We were happy to get our money's worth. Unfortunately, the food wasn't amazing. The alfredo was ok but the veal was subpar, which disappointed my father.
When we were done we both needed the bathroom. We were given directions by our waiter, and to access the bathroom we needed to pass wine man. We passed and went through a door into a different world.
The hallway was nearly industrial feeling. With concrete floor and sub optimal lighting. The bathroom itself was one you may find in your grandma's house.
When I left the bathroom my father was talking to Wine Man, who had the worlds most indistinguishable accent that I can truly only describe describe as "European". This is were we find out that he is the establishments owner. We swapped a few pleasantries and left, I urged my father to ask about his accent, but he deemed it would be "rude". So we left that strange place, and have never returned since.
Currently redrawing old cringy art of @heisa030 's anxietytale sans because they saw the original art and I need to redeem myself, heisa's impression of me CANNOT be my crappy fanart from highschool 😂
Welp, I tried. I wanted to make it neater but messy lines and coloring just work with him so well.
Currently redrawing old cringy art of @heisa030 's anxietytale sans because they saw the original art and I need to redeem myself, heisa's impression of me CANNOT be my crappy fanart from highschool 😂
My favorite dnd npc ive ever made (if youre in my party dont read the rest of this cuz spoilers)
A kenku merchant named Ratsqueak. Her little shop is full of all sorts of things from powerful items to useless trinkets. Only thing is that there's a dispel field around the entire shop so you dont know if an item is magic until you leave the shop with it. Bonus, Ratsqueak thinks currency is stupid and will only trade items. She usually only takes items of equal value or more, but sometimes she just wants that one cool thing you have. She'd trade a bag of holding for a spoon if its shiny enough. 😂