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Wooo more Supernatural Ramshackle AU ‼️🎉
Today is Vinnie! In this world she’s a werewolf I don’t really know why just because it seemed right 🤔 She’s a Scrap who’s lived off the streets her entire life with barely anyone to take care of her until she met Skipp (who is coming next… I’m really excited to show yall Skipp because he’s so cute 😭)
Character belongs to @zeddyzi ✨
I do arts
Here's hannibal lecter
Fleshing out the Undead of Barovia:
Over the course of his 400+ year long stay in Barovia, Strahd has killed a lot of adventuring parties, and these fallen heroes are cursed to wander the land as the zombies and vampire spawn that terrorize future parties.
Something I've noticed, both as a DM and Player, is that player characters, even when made to fit within a particular setting, have a degree of "main character energy" in their designs that NPCs lack. There is more evidence of a fully developed character, with relationships and life experiences, in comparison to the NPC I had to name on the spot when the players started asking questions.
As I'm working on my next run of Curse of Strahd, I'm looking to add more personality to the fallen heroes, basing them off real player characters, to make them more relatable to my players, and make death seem like a realistic possibility for them.
I'm in the process of sacrificing collecting player characters, who will get to cameo in my campaign! (: The results will be compiled into a spreadsheet for others to reference and use in their games.
CoS characters are ideal, but BG3 characters and PCs from other campaigns are also welcome! There's no limit on how many submissions one can give, I'm looking to get as many characters as possible. (:
Fall
It was not the usual setting for a face off with their nemesis.
It was a crisp fall morning, and Hero and Villain stood opposite each other on a street lined with looming deciduous trees. If visual shimmer was a sound, it would perfectly describe the gentle breeze weaving through branches and carrying loose leaves away from the trees.
Both enemies had their respective sets of hands twitching by their sides, giving the whole setting a sort of western-showdown feel and distracting Villain from the beautiful scenery.
Suddenly, Hero shot off to the left. Villain braced for a surprise attack, but Hero was looking up to the sky, not at them.
They ran in a seemingly random pattern several dozen feet down the road.
Villain stood still in bewilderment until finally Hero let loose a triumphant shout. Their fist was raised in the air, and Villain’s confusion only grew when they saw what was clutched in it.
A maple leaf laid crushed between their fingers. Hero was grinning ear to ear, clearly very proud of…something.
“I got one!” They called out to the villain, who was still yet to process what exactly the hero had been trying to accomplish.
“You got…a leaf?”
“Before it hit the ground!” Hero confirmed, stalking towards Villain to show off their hard-earned prize.
The red center and browning edges did little for clarification as it was presented to the Villain.
Hero smirked, “One-handed too. That means double.”
Was this…a game? Had Hero just scored? If there was points, that meant Hero was winning.
And that just wouldn’t do.
Villain spotted an orange lanceolate shape floating down and took off in the direction of its projected trajectory.
Unfortunately, the leaf cut sharply left at the last second, leaving Villain’s fingertips to just brush the edges as it came to rest on the pavement.
They heard the hero chuckling behind them, but their sole focus was on the canopy above. Several failed attempts followed, leaving Villain to stumble and stomp angrily at leaves that already littered the ground.
Finally, the villain managed to snatch a golden ovate leaf right out of the air long before it got within five feet of the ground.
Villain looked over at Hero to gloat, only to find three separate shades of apricot pinched between their fingers.
Oh it was on.
The real showdown would have to wait, perhaps until the winter when the trees stood completely bald and the ground was covered in a blanket of a snow.
That is, if Hero didn’t start a snowball fight first.
Fall
It was not the usual setting for a face off with their nemesis.
It was a crisp fall morning, and Hero and Villain stood opposite each other on a street lined with looming deciduous trees. If visual shimmer was a sound, it would perfectly describe the gentle breeze weaving through branches and carrying loose leaves away from the trees.
Both enemies had their respective sets of hands twitching by their sides, giving the whole setting a sort of western-showdown feel and distracting Villain from the beautiful scenery.
Suddenly, Hero shot off to the left. Villain braced for a surprise attack, but Hero was looking up to the sky, not at them.
They ran in a seemingly random pattern several dozen feet down the road.
Villain stood still in bewilderment until finally Hero let loose a triumphant shout. Their fist was raised in the air, and Villain’s confusion only grew when they saw what was clutched in it.
A maple leaf laid crushed between their fingers. Hero was grinning ear to ear, clearly very proud of…something.
“I got one!” They called out to the villain, who was still yet to process what exactly the hero had been trying to accomplish.
“You got…a leaf?”
“Before it hit the ground!” Hero confirmed, stalking towards Villain to show off their hard-earned prize.
The red center and browning edges did little for clarification as it was presented to the Villain.
Hero smirked, “One-handed too. That means double.”
Was this…a game? Had Hero just scored? If there was points, that meant Hero was winning.
And that just wouldn’t do.
Villain spotted an orange lanceolate shape floating down and took off in the direction of its projected trajectory.
Unfortunately, the leaf cut sharply left at the last second, leaving Villain’s fingertips to just brush the edges as it came to rest on the pavement.
They heard the hero chuckling behind them, but their sole focus was on the canopy above. Several failed attempts followed, leaving Villain to stumble and stomp angrily at leaves that already littered the ground.
Finally, the villain managed to snatch a golden ovate leaf right out of the air long before it got within five feet of the ground.
Villain looked over at Hero to gloat, only to find three separate shades of apricot pinched between their fingers.
Oh it was on.
The real showdown would have to wait, perhaps until the winter when the trees stood completely bald and the ground was covered in a blanket of a snow.
That is, if Hero didn’t start a snowball fight first.
Continuing to be warm and soft and open to the possibilities of life even when it seems hopeless and you’re heartbroken and soul sick does actually work btw. Like there will be love around you again and real recognizes real
In this essay, I will examine the sociocultural behaviors, hierarchical, attraction-based rigidity, and extrinsic motivation-derived social exclusion of the gay community to support the hypothesis that modern gay culture operates under the same framework of behavioral control as most cults.
America has a weird relationship with cults where they’re terrified of small cults (or organizations they think are cults) but completely normalized massive cults that hurt many more people (eg: LDS Church, Jehovah’s Witnesses, the Amish, Scientology, most Megachurches)
Aw, don't worry about it man! You can rant or ramble or whatever you want whenever you want. And thats also, entirely fair and extremely valid, but like you aren't gonna magically become a different person when you're 18 man, you're still gonna be you and you can still do "cringy" (hate using that but it's applicable) things! Like half the other tmnt artists on here are in their 20's, some 30's! There ain't nothing wrong with being an adult and being "weird."
I feel like death 🥲🔫
I'm very irritable today and probably will be for the rest of this week, so I swear if I see @weirdoartsy again, I will officially lose it-
posting original art is even worse hahahahhahhah *dies*
“reblogs aren’t important you’re just whiny”
yeah because when you see this
tell me you don’t get annoyed.
tumblr’s algorithm only cares about posts that are reblogged, it doesn’t count likes. posts don’t get promoted or circulated when they only have likes (the way instagram functions), only reblogs matter for increasing reach on tumblr as a platform.
support content creators.
You gently take his once strong and muscular hand into both of your own. His hand is cold and weak. You press two of your fingers to his bone and the tendon over his radial artery and feel the beats of his slowing heart rate.
This was bound to happen one day, there's nothing you can do to save him now. You've spent the past year trying to find a cure to his carnage, but each attempt turned out just as unsuccessful as the last.
Koga's limp body rests in your arms. You lean down to give him one final kiss, your focus still on his radial pulse. You remove your lips from his cold ones. The next expected pulse from his wrist never came. You pull him closer into your embrace.
You're not ready to say goodbye.
y’all out here hating on tiktok then going to target with a starbucks like are we making smart decisions? no. we are making fun decisions. i know it’s the end of times but imma go out giggling
Not me doing exactly that whenever I try to give my opinions on almost any piece of media I intake and post about on my blog 🐸 (like Amphibia or TOH)
having adhd is like: no i wont read this massive block of text but i AM going to type an entire essay about something that could probably be summarized in a really cohesive paragraph
tbh the real advice I’d give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant you’re done. go somewhere you’ve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as you’d like.
Quick reminder that you're allowed to have fun.
Back when I cosplayed, I put a ton of effort into cosplays. I did a ton of research, fabric sourcing, learning new construction techniques, trying to get everything to look good and be the perfect thing that I wanted it to be. I wanted to win awards. I wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was.
I got into cosplay because I was in a Twilight cosplay group. We would get together, to go Ross Dress for Less, buy new outfits, get together, go to the park or to the mall, and pretend to be vampires. One of the people in the group had a camera and took pictures, and that was what we did. We didn't make any really good cosplays or any really good photos, but I had so much fun going into the park in the rain wearing a sleeveless dress and pretending that I wasn't freezing, while our Bella cosplayer got to be the only person in a jacket and had to pretend she was miserable.
We weren't a good cosplay group, objectively speaking. We never won awards. We weren't interviewed by blogs. We weren't ever the group that everyone wanted to take pictures of at the convention. I got into doing more cosplay, but a lot of people in that group didn't cosplay outside of that group. A lot of them never cosplayed again, once we all went to college and stopped going to the mall and taking tons of pictures in the food court.
(For everyone who wants to imagine this, this was 2008 and cell phones didn't have cameras that could be dumped onto your computer, so there was several high schoolers pretending to be vampires and one person with a full DSLR with a 300mm zoom lens following them around like the whole grous wasn't a total ball of chaos).
And, you know what? We had fun. It's okay to do things just because it's fun.
With so many professionals posting information on the internet about how they do their craft, it's an amazing time to get into a lot of hobbies. Instead of hoarding information, a ton of hobbyists and professionals alike share their work and techniques and tools freely online. Anyone who wants to can learn how to use the same tools and do the same techniques. I applaud every professional who is taking the time to make resources so that new people can learn how to do things and join in their profession or hobby. Everyone who makes a roller skate tutorial on instagram, everyone who makes an instructable on using a soldering iron, everyone who posted a tiktok about the best way to melt cheese over rice, all those long and pretentious youtube videos about picking the best whiskey to go with the best cigars, videos explaining the bizarreness of Edwardian table manners, you all are amazing. You're sharing this information and enabling new people to learn about something that's important to you. This is really cool. I love you.
But, to everyone who is consuming this media that has been created, and find it intimidating, you're not alone. Someone with a functioning studio who is doing a makeup tutorial in a 4K camera with a high quality ring light and a $89 foundation brush, even sharing their technique freely, can make you feel like you won't have good makeup skills until you also have a ring light and a nice brush. You wanted to build a model of an airplane and looked up a tutorial, and this guy makes it look really easy but he has a double-action airbrush and a fume hood, so you feel like you're not ready to make this model because you don't have the right gear.
I know that this intimidation factor is not something that content creators making tutorials want to be there. I make tutorials and I don't want to intimidate people with a big list of tools and techniques, but I'm sure there's people who wanted to get into lolita fashion and found that my blog was more intimidating than helpful.
So I'm not here to tell content creators to stop making tutorials. The open sharing of information is one of the coolest things about the internet, and I don't want that to change.
But I do want to say something to the person who has watched 160 cake decorating videos in the past week and wanting to try it themselves. I want to say that to someone who has gone through 18 years of jfashion blog archives and wants to build an EGL coordinate. I want to say something to people who've built up an elaborate fictional world and amazing characters in their heads and who wants to share it with someone.
It's okay to do a thing without getting into the hobby. You're allowed to make one cake and decide that it's not for you. You're allowed to take the face off a Monster High doll and not like the process of putting on a new one. You're allowed to assemble one EGL outfit and not want to make a full closet of pieces. You're allowed to write down your story and give it to a friend without ever submitting it to a publisher. You're allowed to paint your DND minis with Apple Barrel acrylics and toothpicks. You're allowed to put on your eyeshadow with the little sponge stick that comes with the $9 pallet you got at CVS.
Getting into wood carving is cool, but carving one spoon and then never picking it back up again isn't a failure at getting into a hobby. You made a spoon! That's so cool! You didn't fail to make a spoon just because you didn't make a second one. Building one coordinate and wearing it over and over for conventions and photoshoots isn't a failure to wear the fashion, even if you don't make a whole wardrobe with multiple looks. You can buy a $12 guitar at a yard sale and just play Wonderwall on it on Omegle and have more fun than someone who is dedicated to learning a full set and play professionally in front of people. You can knit a single scarf, hammer together a single planter box, DM a single session of D&D, and then not do it ever again. That's creation, not failure.
And you don't need to research everything and follow tutorials and get it right. You're allowed to experiment and have fun and do it wrong, and you're allowed to guess about the right way to do something. You're allowed to bring your outside perspective into something and try a technique. You're allowed to take experience you have from something and try to cross-apply it to something else. That's two of the ways that new techniques are made! And you're allowed to do something and not like it! You're allowed to do it wrong! You're allowed to give up halfway through and say you'll finish it later, and then never finish it later! You're allowed to bullshit your way through things.
You're allowed to not be serious about things. Throwing a Bridgerton party is probably really fun, but so it putting on cardboard top hats from the dollar store while holding shot glasses over your eyes like monocles and shouting "GOOOOOOOD HEEAAAAAVENS, LAAAAARYYYY," in an exaggerated tone while everyone drinks Old Crow and vows to never buy Swisher Sweets ever again. You're allowed to do things that objectively aren't good, don't showcase skills, don't create something impressive. You're allowed to do these things because they're fun, or because you think they might be fun.
Maybe you like it. Maybe you don't. But you don't need to commit to doing things like the professionals in order to find legitimacy in a thing you attempt. Your attempt is legitimate. Go try the thing.
And if you don't like it, your attempt was still legitimate. Good job trying the thing.
GOSH SO CLOSE! LOVE IT! Thanks so much Titi! There is a great lack of dark wine see though
Tag time :D @perroulisses, @tunguszka20, @prompted-wordsmith, @simugeuge, @lyculuscaelus
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ "𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 + 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒," 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒.
Athena-core was fun to search 😍
I tag @newbornwhumperfly @grizzlie70 @butwhatifyouwrite @sapphoslibrary @wildfaewhump @deluxewhump
nervous 'cause I'm getting promoted but now I have more pressure...next weekend's work is packed and I'm well thinking on curling up in a corner for the moment and the rest of the week to prepare myself