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Glavenus is the roundest blobby I have drawn so far! For some reason it worked pretty well with him. Also: Baselbaby. Nobody cares about velocidrome. but he counts as a “large monster”, and therefore had to be included in the project
Holding Out for a Hero by Nialies.
This show is far more fun than it has any right to be.
It’s been noted before, but the original plan for Asami was to have her as an equalist spy. And, I don’t know how I feel about that.
On one hand, it does feel like there’s something missing from her story in book 1. But on the other, considering the Makorrasami love triangle as it was already playing out, I’m not sure you would’ve gotten the full potential out of such a storyline.
I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.
People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.
Viper, on an email to the PROTOCOL: Please refrain from using non-technical language and slang while on missions, as it may compromise the effectiveness of communication
Reyna, who keeps getting sent on missions with the youngest agents: Don’t care + didn’t ask + cry about it + stay mad + get real + L + mald seethe cope harder + ho mad + basic + skill issue + ratio + you fell off + the audacity + any askers + repelled + get a life + ok + and? + cringe + touch grass + donowalled + not based + your mom + not funny didn’t laugh + grammar issues + go outside + get good + reported + ad hominem + GG! + ask deez + ez clap + straight cash + ratio again + final ratio + problematic
I’ve been quite busy with work lately, so I’m slowly getting back into drawing for my own projects ! Here are some fantasy girls ✨
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Let me tell you about one of my high school friends’ old Dungeons and Dragons PCs.
Olaf Olafson was your pretty straightforward Northman Barbarian type. Huge, strong, pale, red-haired and with a tremendous beard. What made Olaf special was the little things.
Despite living in a world with clerical magic, demons, and other powerful alignment-based Outsiders, Olaf was an atheist. This was because his people believed the last world had already ended and the gods went with it (basically post-Ragnarok). All that was left were ‘spirits’. Powerful spirits. Who could grant deific magic. But they weren’t gods, and you didn’t have to worship them- in fact you shouldn’t, because it would just inflate their already swollen egos.
Despite being an enormous, frightening, powerful man with dubious hygeine and a propensity for going literally berserk in combat, Olaf was a gentle fellow in towns and villages, had a deep fondness for small fluffy animals and children, and was a generous tipper.
Olaf liked to drink. Not mead, but wine. He liked to sip it. It made him feel ‘civilized’. He never drank it quickly enough to get drunk. His meals almost invariably consisted of “Wine. Meat. Cheese.” Which was what he would order in literally every tavern. They’d ask him to clarify, what sort of wine? What sort of meat? What sort of- Olaf would raise a hand and repeat, slowly, as if to a fool: “Wine. Meat. Cheese.”
Olaf spoke broken common, more or less Hulk-speak, referred to himself in the third person almost exclusively, all that fun stuff. Then we had a story arc where I sent them up to Olaf’s homeland, where everyone spoke ‘Northman’ or whatever the hell I called it. While up there, he was incredibly fluent. Even poetic. “My brothers! I have returned from the decadent lands of the south, bearing riches and glory, and tales of great deeds!” The other players caught on and talked like a pack of movie Frankensteins, barely able to communicate in the foreign tongue.
For a long time, Olaf was the most financially stable member of the party. Because he bought a tavern in their home-base-town, hired the senior barmaid/waitress lady to be the manager, and funneled the profits back into the business. He kept his adventuring money and his tavern money separate, except when he would sometimes spend adventuring money to expand the tavern.
There’s not a lot to do in 3rd edition with skill ranks when you’re a barbarian, so eventually Olaf sank a point into Healing on a lark. A few sessions later, they captured an important enemy NPC, but he’d lost an arm in the fighting and was about to die. Their cleric had been captured and their NPC paladin wasn’t around, either. There was no magical healing available, and no one else had any ranks in healing. The dude was about to die, and take with him the knowledge of where their friends had been taken. Olaf- with a single rank in Healing I remind you -offered to save his life in exchange for the location, and the guy agreed. Olaf then stuck a sword in the fire, said “Olaf see this once,” and cauterized the wound.
It worked, of course. I didn’t even make him roll. I was too busy trying not to piss myself laughing. “Olaf see this once.” Jesus Christ.
An absolute legend
#IsBruceWayneBatman: a social media au | Part I
I mean yeah this is exactly what would happen.
Batman has gone to great lengths to create the persona of “Bruce Wayne, upper class twit who could never be Batman.”
If Batman walked into the middle of Gotham Square and pulled off his mask and yelled “I, Bruce Wayne, am Batman!” The Headline would be “Bruce Wayne gets drunk at costume party, driven home by Commissioner James Gordon.”
And on that ride home:
Gordon: You are such a piece of shit you know that right? One of these days that’s not gonna work.
Bruce: *With the biggest shit eating grin ever* I know Jim, but it never stops being funny.
Gordon: So…. out of curiosity, how much money did Ollie lose to you this time?
Bruce: A gentleman never tells Jim, besides, its not about the money, its about the satisfaction of being right….. and the look on his face.
Gordon: Nice.
and you just know Alfred has a veritable host of “embarrassing early morning bruce” pics and video raring to go, like after a “skiing accident” to cover up a particularly nasty bat-injury in the line of duty
“I’m fine Alfred.”
“If you are, then prove it by putting on your socksies by your self.”
(source is Harley Quinn season 2, episode 5, but I can see this as part of Dave Willis’ “Happy Bruce” headcanon
I think the villain reactions would be priceless as well.
Two Face: Look I was friends with Bruce for years. He’s a nice guy, but doesn’t have the brains God gave a fiddler crab. He’s not Batman.
Riddler: I can confirm this. I took him and his board of directors hostage once. He tried to write me a check and got the check wrong. Four. Times. He had to ask his guy Lucius Fox to do it. It was just plain awkward for everyone involved.
Poison Ivy: Bruce is what we in the business call a Himbo, great to look at, a real sweetheart, but not much going on upstairs. I guarantee he’s not Batman.
Penguin: I’ve had Bruce Wayne as a guest at the Iceberg lounge before. Nice guy, excellent tipper, complete and utter moron. If he’s Batman I’ll eat my umbrella.
Joker: What? Oh yea of course Bruce Wayne is Batman. I mean obviously right?
Rest of the villains:……
Joker: Wait, you mean you guys didn’t know? I figured it out like the first day.
Penguin: You…. you’re joking right.
Joker: Penguin you will KNOW when I am joking. Seriously. No one else figured it out. No one. Just me. You guys are dumbasses.
Riddler: *Pinches bridge of nose* Okay…. so if Bruce Wayne is Batman, and you KNEW this the whole time, why not just KILL BRUCE WAYNE?
Joker: *As serious as a heart attack* because I’m not fighting Bruce Wayne, I’m fighting Batman. Obviously.
Riddler: Goddammit I hate you so much Joker. So fucking much. I can literally taste how much I hate you.
She should show up at events where Prince Charles is. Give him a scare 💅 Watch to the end for the result!
Sis, I'll pay for your travel, just scare that fucker hard enough that he croaks 💅
i'll stop reporting on the twitter dumpster fire when it stops delivering absolutely fucking BONKERS news, but:
can we talk about how a fake-but-verified twitter account for pharma giant eli lilly started a domino effect that tanked their fucking stock by billions of dollars
the stock for their competitors novo nordisk and sanofi is tanking too
again, to reiterate: billions of dollars
elon you stupid, silly cunt
omg
not just 'billions of dollars'
$16 billion specifically
imagine getting fucking nuked like this by ONE TWEET
New people with empty accounts that are suddenly following me, I really need you to do something that looks like a human person. I've been here long enough now to remember the old wars, and you are coming into my home wearing the uniform of our enemies.
I am real close to just posting users in a callout if they fail the perception check.
How do I rig a Turing test so people have to prove they exist before they follow me. I am literally looking at your following lists to see if it's a coherent set so I can guess if you contain organs.
If you are new: We aren't trying to be assholes. We would love to be welcoming. I support your presence, and I don't mind if you use a hollow blog to follow from. and then you use side blogs to post. That's cool. You do you. But. Y'all. With all possible love: You are indistinguishable from the enemy right now, and we're used to showing no mercy.
Just add a note. Make your blog name 'stealthy follow blog' or 'im new' or 'i'm human stop blocking me' and put a picture of a random object. I don't need to know what you post about. But I am very worried you do not posses any bones, and you are hard failing on insight checks.
For those of you wondering, oftentimes bot, spam and scam accounts look pretty much identical to this. If you're wondering why people block you, this is why. Even something as simple as a headline, a description, and a neat icon is enough to distinguish you from those bot accounts.
Yep. I've recently had blogs that look like that follow me, then a day or two later they're updated to add their payload of spam. Some wait weeks before this happens. It's impossible to tell which blank accounts are going to do this, and which aren't.
The reason why we block spam accounts is not just because they're annoying. Those bots are designed to engage in search engine manipulation: tl;dr, modern search engines are updated by web crawlers, little programs that wander around the internet, clicking on links. The more links they find to a site from trustworthy sources, the higher a result may be placed in the rankings.
These Tumblr bots generate tons of links to the sites they're promoting, and links to other parts of Tumblr. This is intended to make them look like an integrated and trustworthy part of an established website. How effective is this technique? No idea. But that's part of the theory behind social media bots.
So for those newcomers who want to help us fight those bots, please go to your blog settings and give us a sign of life! Come join us in this disastrous little ball pit. It'll be great! I promise.
PSA to New Tumblr Users
DON'T CENSOR YOUR TAGS. DON'T.
Write out 'Suicide' Write out 'Rape' Write out 'Abuse' & 'Assault' & 'Gore'
If you don't use the real words in your tags? People won't be able to filter those out and stay SAFE.
You need to tag properly to keep everyone safe.
Don't water down warnings just because social media has trained you to water them down.
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The most beautiful woman of my childhood.
This might be a weird hunch and I might be totally off base here,
But does anyone else feel like Suletta taking about wanting to found a school on Mercury seems just a bit suspicious?
Mostly because the way we’re introduced to it in this scene feels just a bit… hollow? Like all the scene is giving us is Suletta just explaining it.
For example, we hear Suletta talking about the people back on Mercury who are counting on her, but we aren’t shown any kind of visual representation of them, ie; Suletta doesn’t show Miorine any photos and we don’t see any messages or good luck charms Suletta talks about as a way of reinforcing her point.
The reason I bring this up is because the lack of such reinforcement/emphasis in Suletta’s scene feels like a deliberate contrast to what we see in Chuchu’s scene. We’re actually shown the family and friends whom Chuchu feels are counting on her.
Now does this mean that Suletta is outright lying to Miorine in this scene? I’m not sure. Suletta doesn’t seem the type to deliberately lie to people like that. Rather, I feel like there’s more to this story that we or even Suletta herself don’t know yet.
Remember that the whole reason Suletta is at the academy is as part of a grand conspiracy on the part of her mother, so it only makes sense things might not be what they seem.
childhood friends chil-
