Finally made some time to get started posing Pink! Lots more tweaking left to do. Based on the diamond mural…WIP
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$LAYYYTER

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almost home
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noise dept.

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Finally made some time to get started posing Pink! Lots more tweaking left to do. Based on the diamond mural…WIP
The original nine
Bruce is an extremely patient father.
This in turn reminds me of one of the all-time classic Young Justice moments:
The Angel of Death
FISTS YOU
And then you Die
Context: my teacher translated the verb “to grasp with one’s hand” as “to fist” since that’s kinda what it literally means, but you can’t translate it like that into English because “to fist” means something ENTIRELY different, but she doesn’t know that.
So she was explaining how they use the verb to describe the angel of death taking your soul — he rips your soul out of you with his fist. Now that’s pretty damn metal, but she said word for word “the angel of death fists you, and then you die” which is the single most terrifying and powerful sentence to ever grace my ears
Nice pair of hooters ya got there. *owls preening*
Conspiracy theory: staff started the @staff thing so no one would know you’re meant to @support and they wouldn’t have to do work
No one is reblogging this which obviously means I’m onto something
Reblogging this literallly crashed tumblr you’re onto something.
Totally forgot to post this picture sooner! I made it last year for the Green Hill Zine. Labyrinth Zone is my favorite stage from the first sonic game, so I was really happy to get the chance to draw it :D
I posted it on twitter too
I have never understood the phrase “power move” as clearly as I do in this very moment.
This is the funniest thing I’ve ever read in a science book
show us the duck op
the duck.
forbidden bath toy
This is literally the most bomb-ass D&D story I’ve ever read in my life oh my god.
Holy shit ._.
Some RP sessions have better stories than actual fiction. I mean, goddamn.
For those having trouble reading the text:
We had a campaign in D&D where we assembled a steampunk-ish time machine. After many sessions travelling through time, uncovering mysteries and learning harsh lessons about changing history, we had to stop a time-travelling cult from destroying the gods, and therefore the world. We failed.
Our machine crashed, we were stranded earlier than we had ever been able to travel. We found the Gods, but only a few of them were present - it was as if some had never existed. Then we realised - we had to become those Gods. Our party was entirely divine (Cleric, Paladin, Avenger, Invoker), and each of us was a worshipper of a god who had been unmade - and we were the only people in existence with enough knowledge of the forgotten deities to assume their roles.
But two of the players were worshippers of Io (in his twin forms of Tiamat and Bahamut, who would of course form later after Io’s ‘death’), and only one could become Io. The other would have to be the un-created Asmodeus.
So the most just, honourable and dedicated Lawful Good paladin I’ve ever seen roleplayed became the god of tyranny and evil. If he hadn’t, the gods would never have defeated the primordials, and the world would never have been completed.
In our setting, Asmodeus is every bit the epitome of evil you would expect him to be. Nobody but the gods who abide his presence know him as otherwise. He adheres to his role because he knows he has to - and that in doing so, the world can exist. He can never tell anyone his duty, and no-one who knows can ever discuss it.
In the farthest recesses of the Nine Hells, in a chamber sealed tighter than any other in existence is a pocketwatch of finest gnome craft with a photo of his family in it - his wife, son, and little baby girl.
They were killed by an orc army marching under the orders and banner of Asmodeus. Their deaths are what drove him to become an adventurer.
junkrat is the siren that keeps calling me back into playing this horrible game
Yuriko Kotani / Russell Howard’s Stand Up Central
every time…