We'reAllDieingHere

[stealingpotatoes]

Hello! I just wanted to say thank you for all your dishonored art it convinced me to play the game and now it's like, one of my favorite pieces of media ever!

AMAZING YAY also dishonored's on sale for like £1.50/$2 on steam rn so here's a redraw of an old dh art to convince more people to join us

(links // tip jar!)

[oliviawhen]

Some little illustrations of dogs reading to use up the last paint on my palette.

[transfagrified-in-the-void]

Here is a free pdf of the players handbook

Here is a free pdf of xanathars guide to everything

Here is a free pdf to monsters manual

Here is a free pdf to tashas cauldron of everything

Here is a free pdf to dungeon master’s guide

Here is a free pdf to volo’s guide to monsters

Here is a free pdf of mordenkainen’s tomb of foes

For all your dnd purposes

[zxiqky-wicky]

Reblogging for other dnd nerds

[demon-rum]

>^>

[jacobtheloofah]

also here is a whole website that not only has a shit ton of adventures and such but lets you search for any item or npc or whatever and see their stats and info at your fingertips

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

and here is the same version of the above website except it uses the 5e rules as they existed prior to the 2024 relaunch, which is what you’d prefer

[ymutate]

Filippo Palizzi (Italian painter 1818–1899)

Excavations in Pompeii, 1870

Oil on Canvas

119.5 × 86 cm.

Private Collection

[rabid-transcendentalist]

@anthropologist-on-the-loose get peer-reviewed because your shared experience with the subject of the painting really heightened the emotional impact of this artwork for me ( An impact which was already high tbh. The idea that Pompeii was built by generations, buried by generations, uncovered by generations. What if I just started screaming and never stopped. )

[anthropologist-on-the-loose]

"Built by generations, buried by generations, uncovered by generations" is ruining me, thanks

[anthropologist-on-the-loose]

But it was buried by generations! Yes, it was buried in a volcanic eruption, but it was also figuratively buried. Over the centuries the location of Pompeii was lost, and it was found again by accident during construction projects. The ruins were not conclusively identified as the city of Pompeii until the 18th century (more than a millennia and a half after the eruption!) and it has been excavated ever since. People have been digging there since before the formation of the United States.

It's truly an incredible, one-of-a-kind site.

[the-kirbe-anon-archive-deactiva]

I love dandelions!

*puts a dandelion in your hair*

Reblog to put a dandelion in prev's hair

[the-orangeauthor]

[psalms-and-spells]

If you are religious, truly religious, remember that the government hates that. They will try to take you dragging and screaming into Christian nationalism, because then they can control you.

Follow God. Be uncontrollable. Be dangerous to Facists.

[shadowen]

This is an anti-despair checkpoint! You must share something you're looking forward to before scrolling on.

[the-crypdid-known-as-raye]

I am going to hug my dog in approximately 10 seconds

Her name is jellybean!

[titanium-curly-fry]

I am also going to hug their dog.

[werealldieinghere]

I'm going to draw more hearts on my dog

[blended-ice]

I think it’d be neat if Penelope had a cane

[depsidase]

[catchymemes]

[titanium-curly-fry]

gladiatorial combat for the last serving ice cream is normal

[werealldieinghere]

I have been wounded for the sake of my beloved, alas, only a spoonful to fill my heart.

[justbadcompass31]

[werealldieinghere]

I'm sharing my writing here for the first time, I've been writing forever, but always hesitant to share it, so I hope you enjoy, it's meant to be similar to Tolkien's writing style and world building

We Are All Only Our Own

A weary man tripped and stumbled through the old forest, lost in the dark before the dawn. Finally, finding solace in a star-lit copse near an incredibly ancient Oak.

“Men,” an old, woody voice scoffed. 

The man startled, looking for the source of the word, only to gaze upon the ever-living, omniscient, primordial face of the Oak.

“There have always been men, for better or worse. Nothing can ever seem to destroy them utterly. They always rise from the ashes. Have you ever tried to fathom why? Why do they last when they are the only species that war among themselves? And kill each other? It doesn't seem quite right. Men always live to fight another day."

The old tree seemed exhausted. And the man did not fear it. So he sat before it and sought its wisdom instead.

 "Just how many have we fought?" 

The Oak grumbled deep in its trunk. "Countless. And for what? Glory? I will never understand the ways of men. The cruelty. "

The man was taken aback. "That is not why we fight, leastwise not my people; We fight for honor and freedom! Regardless, How do you claim to understand us when you are not even one of us?"

The woody voice spoke again quietly, "I have watched you for hundreds of years, and my ancestors watched for many hundreds of millennia before me. What gives you the right to judge your people?"

The man could not answer promptly. So he thought for a while, "Why indeed?"

"You have watched for thousands of years, and you judge us on our wars alone?  And if our wars are so atrocious, why have you never intervened? You sit in your forest glades and watch men slaughter innocents. But if we let you be, you are happy to observe. Is it because we are children of Men and you are people of the wood? Are we not all descendants of the almighty on high, older than the earth? So why do we argue? You are sage, yet you judge without cause. I am young and inexperienced compared with you. However, I, almost elderly, or even wise, by the standards of my people, am lost in the forest, and still, we argue. We are both too tired to continue creating strife between us."

He said this all very thoughtfully and quietly.

The Oak thought for some time before responding. "If men were ever right about anything, it's the maker's existence. And you are right; strife gets us nowhere. We are all children to the ages and the earth and should not be judged by shortcomings and struggles, but your wars are still your own, and your people, your people. I will not be blamed for the bloodshed of your wars."

The man stood in front of the great Oak and spoke again. "You are also correct, Mighty Tree; we are all only our own. But, as you will never understand men's wars, I can not imagine standing by to watch every great empire destroy themselves. Whether it be for greed or honor, so Great Oak, I must bid you farewell to rest for eternity. May the omnipotent lord on high bless you and keep you. " 

With that, the man took his leave and followed the rising sun east to the land of his people. 

The old Tree sighed and watched as the man left. "May he bless and keep you, wise child. You were right. I am tired, and if I  am to rest till eternity, then I will be at peace to do so. Thank you."

[somenewafternoon]

In lifeguard training, we're told that if a near drowning victim comes up coughing and sputtering, we should encourage them to continue. The coughing, as painful as it can be, dispels the water out of the lungs. What you should be worried about are the people who aren't coughing, as they have likely lost consciousness...

I often think about how this rule applies to our mental health, too. It hurts to remove what never belonged within us. Those spasms of pain are our mind's way of fighting to survive, whether we like it or not.

You have to get the water out if you are going to live. You can't keep it bottled in your lungs.

[somenewafternoon]

So. Apparently my husband (26m) didn't know narwhals were real until I told him recently. So far, it seems about a third of men have, at some point, assumed narwhals were fictional. We need more data now.

have you ever believed narwhals were fictional?

yes, but I now know they're real

no, I've always known they're real

yes, I still think they're not real

narwhals are real???

Voting ended onMay 26, 2025

Knowledge of narwhals

Please be honest. It's for science.