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I'm still in DND brainrot and I wanted to try making a comic using the webtoon format so here's a little tidbit of my current's party first met before they all set off for Phandalin! Comic under the cut so we don't end up with a "Do you love the color of the sky" moment lmaooo
Runaway Train — Chapter Update
If Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe was a Candy Land dream, then the Whyte Wyrm was its gothic misunderstood little sister. All light that entered the bar from the door became swallowed by its darkened interior as it swung shut behind Wynn. Her eyes adjusted to the low lights fast an she spotted a plethora of pool tables, pinball machines, arcade games, and dart boards littering the bar. Flittering from table to table, from game to game were leather and flannel clad people of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Some carried cigarettes between their lips, some had ring-encased fingers wrapped around beer bottles, and all appeared to float within the smoky haze like wraiths in the night.
Wynn placed a hand to her chest, coughing when she inhaled a burst of smoke that came somewhere from her left. The smoke took on a neon green haze beneath the snake signs emblazoned on the walls and—was that an actual live snake!?
Like a moth drawn to a flame, Wynn made a beeline through the crowded bar to peer at the coiled yellow and white snake displayed proudly on a high-top. Her nose pressed up against the glass, she watched as the snake lifted its head and locked eyes with her. It blinked and flicked out its slim tongue and then lowered its head again. She grinned.
"Hey." A hand clapped down on her shoulder and Wynn was yanked around. A dirty blonde-haired woman dug her fingers into Wynnn's shoulders and sighed. "What is it with you Northsiders walking in here like you own the place? What? Too good to show your faces until you want something from us?"
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i deeply regret not recording a timelapse for this piece :') but!! the brainrot is so dire i've been wanting to make a poster for the campaign that i'm currently playing in and i'm really, really happy with how this turned out in the end!
if you all wanna keep up with some campaign shenanigans, i did start an ask blog for my PC over at @ask-strydersmythe mostly for memes lmao
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a party of 2 orphans, 1 runaway, and 1 relatively well-adjusted adventurers adopt a goblin child that almost killed one of them what can go wrong
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the job search is gruelling but at least sometimes it means getting to make fake game assets for your DND crew because the job you're applying for needed to see that you can do pixel art
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Kisses shared under an umbrella, for Wynn, please - from, Foxesandmagic
The water-warped planks of wood bent and creaked beneath Wynn’s rapid descent, the glowing neons of the diner illuminating her retreating back. Hands shoved into her jacket pockets, she blew out a long, relieved breath. She loved working at the diner, side by side with Pop, but sometimes a black stain smeared the golden haze of that affection. Tonight it was due to a particular rowdy group of people passing through to the next city. They didn’t know the rules.
Gravel crunched beneath her shoes in her beeline for the bike rack. Halfway there a cool wetness splashed against her head. The splash quickly became a series of taps and that particular earthy scent—sharp and heavy all at once—brushed by her nose.
Rain.
Her shoulders sagged in time with her exhaled frustration. Even if she biked home fast enough her hair would be ruined. Another night of taming her curls lay ahead of her. Just what she wanted after a long day.
“Hey.” The greeting appeared in time with the sudden suspension of raindrops. Wynn immediately tightened her arm to her side when Toni looped arms with her, pulling Toni in closer. She smelled good. A vast and welcomed change to the fryer fumes she’d been inhaling all night.
“You didn’t have to wait for me,” Wynn said. Her smile glowed an eerie pink from the signage nearby.
“I wanted to,” Toni replied. “As much as I love watching you hustling around in that cute uniform of yours”—she made a show of letting her eyes roam Wynn from head to toe—”at least now I can talk to you.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. Busy night.”
“Hey, I can’t be mad about my girl trying to get her money.” Toni squeezed her arm; electricity shot to Wynn’s core. “Can I walk you home?”
Wynn eyed her. “...You just want my momma’s hot chocolate.”
“And to spend time with you, dummy.” Toni briefly pressed the side of her head against Wynn’s arm. “School hours just aren’t enough.”
“No, it’s not.” Wynn stopped walking and leaned forward, quickly capturing Toni’s lips in a kiss. “Thanks for being cool with it though.”
“I told you, I have nothing against my girl trying to make her moves.” She leaned forward and brushed her nose against Wynn’s. “As long as I’m right there next to you.” She lifted on her tiptoes and tapped a kiss to Wynn’s lips.
“There’s nowhere else I’d want you.”
Humming, Toni’s eyes turned upwards. “Maybe under you?”
“Besides that.”
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