inspired by the scariest words my dm has ever said to me and the subsequent coolest (AND SCARIEST) scene of my life

its about conviction so strong it turns into power. its about being utterly devoted but not necessarily to each other. its about being somewhere between a weapon and a shield and a bandage but not a person. maybe more of a person with each other maybe less. its about not being able to set down the weight of your duty and being with the only person who gets that. its about begging the other person to stop being a symbol and being told no and not being able to blame them for that. its about service and humility at the cost of your desire for each other. its about being scared but never having any inch of room to be so you're not. its about doubt. its about your home being a concept that would see you dead rather than not chasing it. its about your real home being a person you can't let yourself love too much. its about paladin4paladin. is this thing on. can anyone hear me. hello.

finally got out of my slump and finished the prologue!!

(psst i have this and other stuff on my webtoon)

in case you're ever wondering what it's like to be a dungeon master for a D&D game, yesterday when our session ended I had 14 tabs open in my browser; 2 for the current session's notes, 1 for the notes to two sessions prior, 1 to a set of custom fishing rules from one of my players, 1 to revised sailing rules I came up with, a backstory document, an ongoing timeline, a price list, the standard 5e stats to a reef shark and a hunter shark (wound up not needing it), a wikipedia article for both the "catshark" and the "sonic hedgehog protein", a google search asking "how long does it take to cook a goose?", and an image search for "fish bouquet"

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If you're the type to go out of your way to shit on someone's else's Tav or Durge's looks or say they shouldn't be with a particular companion because of how they look odd together-basically policing someone else's game and enjoyment of it in the fandom-kindly fuck off and feel free to block me too.

i watched nimona again with my dnd friends and then i drawed this and then lucille told me to post this on tumblr so here it is i really liked this movie hope you guys did too xoxo love from me

day and night / the creation of adam

This is an addition I want to add as an update to op's post about

Kosa, a harmful internet censorship bill

that will affect everyone, fanfiction writers, artists, fandoms and let's players included worldwide. Stop kosa!

The update is below

Here is video authors the link tree for signing petitions and a call script

Disabled Aelwyn who uses crutches.

Aelwyn who can’t go back to school to finish her wizzard studies, who starts researching different ways to bend magic to her will.

Aelwyn, who has always had a knack for creating new spells, starting to tinker at her own crutches, weaving wards into the framework.

Aelwyn, for who good is not good enough, caves and asks Gorgug for help. Who finds a way to make her crutches extend, bend and move to support her arms, elbows, shoulders. Makes them connect to her back, her hips, down her legs .

They no longer look much like crutches anymore, it’s a thin, light framework that supports her entire body, that moves her exactly the way she wants, that allows her to stand with her back straight for more than 5 minutes for the first time in two years. The exoskeleton glows with abjurative runes and the outline of a powerfull ward is visible over her body, deflecting blows like steel armor.

New spells rest in her memory, mechanical and precise if nature in a way that the arcane inks in her spelbook can’t articulate. Spare the Dying, Resistance, Cure Wounds, Sanctuary.

Her joints still ache, she tires fast and even after all this time it is still hard to control the venom in her words, still hard to accept help and kindness without it feeling like a wool blanket on freshly flayed skin. But she has found something that is wholly hers, found something to be proud of that isn’t tinged with approval from her parents.

Aelwyn still can’t walk without support, but the frame folding her up is crafted by her own hands. Maybe everything will be allright.

love is stored in the characters you made 4 years ago and can’t let go of

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Sketches for that one Drizzt book everybody read (Legend of Drizzt: Homeland)