#frosthaven

[gwenifred]

He’s on his break 🌱☕️

[palilious]

morning routines

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

LORD OF CHAOS

by Alexandr Elichev

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

Rare instance of me painting a non-gw thing.

The Frosthaven group managed to unlock 2 new characters last time, so once again I had work thrown my way. Never did a lava-thing before, so that was certainly something new...

[makapatag]

despite it all, i still think a large contingent of ttrpg players would be served well by playing a skirmish wargame

[whispywhis]

NEED ART PROMPTS!

Can someone give me art prompts with these characters?

Leon Kennedy (Any Version)

Dante Sparda (Any version)

Jason Todd

Frosthaven or Knighthaven characters

(I'm begging, I don't know what to draw </3)

[konnorhasapen]

Started listening to the Frosthaven series by Nomad today, and I have to say I'm uh... not impressed.

I held some excitement about it because it was Nomad, and I love his City Wolf/Country Lamb series, but I struggled with starting Frosthaven due to the stark lack of inclusivity I'd hoped for. I recently reached a point where I felt I was able to actually start that ball rolling and just imagine all the audios as either m4m or m4a at the very least, but then I ran into an abundance of issues that I haven't seen anyone talk about and it's pretty concerning—so I'm gonna Be That Person and open my big mouth about it.

Starting with Deacon, I didn't have any problems- a few laughs at some reduntant or contradictory things, but still enjoyed/enjoy listening to him. It wasn't until I paused on Deacon and hit up Caleb's playlist next where I started running into the issue—that issue being the subtle misogyny that felt really kinda gross to me when it came to the argument audio (I'm not sure if there are multiple yet, so I'll just say the one titled "Relationship Status"). Getting right down to it, the listener feeling insecure about themself because they aren't a werewolf like Caleb is something completely reasonable, and was honestly a conflict I expected to see at some point, but the fact that it was framed as jealousy or a fear of being cheated on that led to them jumping to the conclusion of Caleb cheating really rubbed me the wrong way. I feel that type of writing for a listener character that is meant to and written to be a woman is perpetuating the sexist stereotype that every woman is jealous of every other woman her partner may interact with and have an outburst of suspecting or accusing said partner of cheating. While I do understand that this listener has canonically had issues of partners cheating in the past, I still feel there could have been a different way to go about it; furthermore, the way Caleb was written to respond to such concerns and accusations was less than favorable, as it felt to me more manipulative and dissmissive to the listener's genuine doubt, mistrust, and insecurity. To me, it didn't seem like there was any level of honest communication, no healthy support or reassurance, and therefore, no actual resolution.

My next issue is with Tobin's audios. I haven't even heard so much as a second of dialog yet, and that's because I paused the video as soon as I opened and read the description. To quote, it states: "FYI...Yes, this is an [M4M] audio...however the story is important to the Frosthaven arc overall"

I can hardly even begin to explain how devastating it was nor how hurt I felt when reading that. This is the singular M4M playlist of audios within the Frosthaven universe he's made, and that message in the description feels like an apology. As though he's apologizing for making a confirmed queer branch within a whole series of audios that are either M4F or M4A. That message singlehandedly demolished every last ounce of willingness and excitement I had to get into the Frosthaven series.

For an audio creator who has made queer content in the past—and recently—seemingly unapologetically, seeing him say something like that about a confirmed/actively queer branch of his primarily M4F and M4A is baffling, disappointing, and extremely disheartening as it comes across as extremely backhanded to the mlm fans within his community—however few there may be. The fact that he apologizes for including even a single instance of representation of mlm romance is not only disrespectful to mlm fans but also hypocritical considering his past demonstrations of allyship. It honestly calls into question said allyship if he feels he has to apologize for that representation as if it's some kind of bad thing he's doing. Overall, I'm incredibly disappointed with the Frosthaven series thus far, and now have little to no motivation to continue it.

[monowritestoomuch]

Get Therapy Arc’d

Chapter 1: Starlight and Starts

Notes: So I’m a huge fan of Nomads Tales & Audios’ work because that man COOKS in the google docs. Regardless, Trey’s about to give Tamlin so much therapy and I’ve wanted to do a crossover for so long. Said I’d get this done and I did but it took a while because life came and bit me hard. Enjoy the first chapter and please go check out Nomads Tales & Audios on YouTube

TW: Themes of depression and hopelessness

-So this starts out with Tamlin, in beast form, really fucking tired at this point because of how he keeps being treated by others and the weight of all of his life decisions and choices. Please get this man some therapy.

-Bro is on the floor, listening to sad audios at 3 am style, when he remembers that ‘oh yeah my fucking borders exist.’

-Despite how Tamlin feels at the moment, he also feels like a pathetic piece of crap to himself for not protecting his land, imagining what his father would say.

-But his father wouldn’t say anything, because his father is dead. 

-He feels his own power, the power of Spring, coiling around him, the thorned vines curling around his body, as if to pressure him. But his face shown indifference.

-He shifted back to his fae form, slowly leaving the vines as his joints cracked with relief at the minuscule exercise they’d been blessed with. Running a hand through his hair, he could feel knots of all types with sticks, grass, dirt, and whatever else had been caked into it. It didn’t even look much blonde anymore.

-Tamlin stood, head downturned, as if from shame. He threw a nearby tunic over his head and felt it fall over his chest and back, uncaring how it looked, much less smelled.

-And he left the room, walking down the hall and out the garden door, pausing for a moment to remind himself of how it used to look. Pristine, magnificent, its plants blooming with flowers of all shapes, colors, and sizes. The red that would gently deep into the yellow and it turned from pink blossoms. His mother’s handiwork. Now it was overgrown, vines hanging over dead and dry plants, long dead.

-He turned away his head in shame, not even baring to gaze upon the last memory he held from his mother as he walked out of the garden and through the woods.

-Eventually, he ended up at a pool of starlight, the same pool of starlight that he’d shared with Feyre, just two years prior. 

-And shared with his long childhood friend, now enemy, for family feuds could not be untied by those who did not reap for the same sewn result.

-He stood looking over the pool, remembering all the days he’d spent here, laughing, training, smiling. Reminiscing the days of past, when he was but a child and things were all that much simpler.

-And then he falls in, and feels himself just shift, but he doesn’t care and just, closes his eyes.

-He wakes up, couching in a new land. It’s loud, it’s bright, and there are tall buildings and weird moving signs. It’s overwhelming Tamlin and his eyes are making him want to claw his hair out. So are his ears, because what’s that noise that the moving weird things with wheels are making?

-He awoke in a shabby alley, and, gently, began freaking out. We stumbled out to see the world and almost lost his mind.

-Someone asked if he was alright and Tamlin just, ran. He ran into the woods and shifted to his beast form, practically horrified by the world around him. 

-He had no idea where he was or what was going on but he was terrified all the same, curling up in his beast form under the trees and growing bones and leaves to cover himself in nature’s blanket while wolves howled in the distance under the skirm of nightfall.