#<i fucking guess. ranger art .! yay!

[analogseeker]

Two beautiful children named AK-47 and cutie patootie

^^^^^^^^^ my beautiful children

[koszmarnybudyn]

Haha so im going thru it :) im fineee tho definitly (lying oh so badly).

This was... a lot. I desperatly need teens stuck in "perfect" realities where they are actually misreble despite seemingly getting their happy endings and a normal and scary are switched in their narrative roles (willy picked normal and scary stays as terri). I still can't freaking draw the kiddads which sucks and im still going thru it in my art which also sucks. Now i need to make a "i fucking hate willy fucking stampler" pin/stickers. Catbus is back!!! Yay!!! I forgot it existed. Scary is purple and now i need to make her a cool doodler posesed design. The teens are all piss boys (or piss girls i guess). Link is indeed not fine. We got grants and sparrows classes (ranger and druid). Willy got his fucking arm disintergrated and he deserved worse. Cassandra is under some fucking magic or something cause no way was she married without taylor present. Changing shoes is now gonna get used for symbolism by me. I really enjoyed getting kiddads content. God is on normals side i guess (my notes on the page say hes a puppet cause norm likes puppet but also he looks like he does in puppet history). I am not a furry so my wolf drawing skills suck ass (the closest i ever got was catboys and unicorngirls sorry). Yay my "son of god" imagery i had in my head for an animatic with willy in it with the doidlerized people kinda appeared. Sparrow is the most hinged one since tj is gone. Nicky is rizzles. I guess a doll of normal i was making is inacurate cause ut doesn't have heelies still. I loved how the cast joked about fandom stuff haha. Anyway i think that's it for the rant rn, gonna draw some more :)

[nuudoodles]

hi i love your art style! and your dnd characters are so cute, can you tell me more about them?

!! thank you, im glad you enjoy them ´ v`

Misko Kiirasilmä was my first ever ttrpg character, a wizard made in Age of the Tempest. I… didnt really expect him to become a serious character he sort of started as a walking bear joke (his name essentially means bear bear, etc), but currently hes like my #1 dearest child. He was a herbalist/healer before he briefly got into the adventuring business, hes caring, fiercely protective of those around him and very outgoing, to a point some would consider it annoying. Hes also got a husband and a kid :3c

Kalmari…. is definitely not a serious character. He was made for a one-off sci-fi comedy game in Risus. Hes s squid, technically his name is Humboldt (unrelated to the other squid called humboldt i drew a while ago, im just shit at coming up with names on the spot so i went with the easy one) but i guess thats more a surname and everyone just calls him Kalmari. Hes an old space pirate, a struggling author and a conspiracy/UFO theorist (yes, even though the game takes place in space with literal aliens). Hes a bit cranky and takes himself and his job very seriously.

Amar Das is a mechanic from India, made for a victorian fantasy-steampunk campaign in Savage Worlds. In the game hes kinda freelancing for a branch of englands secret service in charge of the more… out there cases with supernatural elements or like, villain technology (?? idklmao), but he served in the army as an airship mechanic for a few years before that. And he REALLY loves machinery and airships especially. Hes not super sociable but is very driven and a “im going to fucking do this” type of person, and like, super hardy. If Miskos thing was bears Amars would be staying alive, his name means immortal/undying, his two edges are about ignoring wound penalties to rolls and he survived losing his right arm in an accident during his army days. But now he has a sweet robot arm he helped build.

Morris Grey is a fighter and actually the only character ive made in D&D. Hes from a baker family but didnt inherit the business and chose to join the town guard, but he ended up fucking up so bad (somebody ended up dead? idk man) he was p much like welp time to fake my own death and leave forever out of guilt and shame. Since then hes worked as a personal body guard etc and generally do good stuff while travelling to make himself feel somewhat useful and less awful. Hes Tired™ and kinda has a resting bitch face and likes to keep things as simple as possible. what an edgelord

Rasmus is an elf ranger made in Dungeon World, and hes like two weeks old so theres not that much ive figured out about him yet but heres some stuff. Hes the happy-go-lucky, yay adventure type, his main motivation being to see cool and dangerous places for the thrill and wonder of it. Ive called him an extreme tourist a couple times, because he also wants to keep a record of his travels in the form of sketches he carries with him in an album. Hes got a fox companion called Pihlaja (’rowan’) who helps him in combat etc, although shes getting a bit old and forgetful. One bit i liked was when rasmus missed a shot which she was supposed to follow she sort of went “uuhhh what do i do, did we go through this scenario in training?”

also absolutely nobodys straight ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿  (including the squid ig i… havent thought about that much)

thank u for lovely message, hope this wasnt too long or dull writing isnt my strong suit 

[micahbhunter]

:D yay, a fellow DnD'er!! What do you play as, and do you have any artwork of them?

Yay! Hey there!

Sadly I don’t have any art of my characters, but I’m tempted to put a chart of all of them. I have so many that I play, since our group runs so many campaign’s and gives everyone a chance to DM (we actually just halted my campaign for now and just started a new one)

I guess I’ll list them from class, race and level

Teal'o Hopefield. D&D 5th Edition. Homebrew, Monster Hunter inspired. Tiefling, Bard. Level 13 College of Lore.

He’s my fat lovable Tiefling Bard who tries to solve everything with kindness and food. He’s probably my highest level character from my longest running campaign and I love him. I even have a Heroforged miniature of him.

I’m actually working on a more elaborate back story from him right now, which I’ll post later and I’m tempted to take a level in Cleric with Sune (Forgotten Realms goddess of love and beauty) as his deity, since our old group needed a cleric. Plus I love the idea of him being a traveling minstrel writing powerful love ballads and helping with match making after retiring from monster hunting lol

Madcap the Magekiller, also know as “Squishy”D&D 5th Edition. Homebrew. Myconid, Soulknife level 7? Seeker.

Another fave of mine from a heavy homebrew monster campaign a friend ran. I really can’t remember what level he got to? Maybe level 7? Because I know I got all my cool stuff for my class than. He started off as a regular old myconid (which are completely neutral and only speak telepathically) than got captured by a warlock and experimented on (slightly less natural and now can only live by absorbing magic) and was than sold to into slavery to goblins. To make a very long hilarious campaign story short ( I’ll tell more later if asked ;) ) he than met a troglodyte barbarian and a thri-kreen (think antro-mantis that likes to eat elves) ranger along the way and they traveled through the Underdark into an active volcano, fought some drow (whom the trog hit on the only princess while the Thri-Kreen ate her family), punted gnomes into lava, roasted some mind flayers and ate their brains, got stuck together while fighting a gibbering mouth, had the most amazing use for a swan boat ever and disturbed a gnome grave site after the trog peed on an grave marker and had to fight several very angry gnome spirits, than finally got to the end where they fought and sealed a volcano goddess into a silver snuff box. Also the trog is now a god/chosen one…flying mad with power somewhere in the world with Madcap, who the trog literally drove him insane through out the campaign doing stupid shit that got us all in trouble and turned him evil because of it. So now he wants to experiment on everything, like his former master did to him!….he also has a fire peytron that he hatched from an egg on top of the volcano that he rides. Lol that campaign was so insane! I wanna go back to it some day just to see what happens to those three.

Anacharis Delevanti, the Jasmine Bard Pathfinder 3.5 Homebrew, Legend of Zelda inspired.Merfolk. Another Bard (duh), level 7. Dervish Dancer.

Online campaign with some friends from my hometown and their buds on Skype. I play a posh, pompous pretty boy who was born to nobility with a jerk of a father who’s an Ambassador to the world’s capital, that didn’t like him out of his 14 brother and sister’s because he wasn’t “pure blooded”. He basically told his dad to fuck off and traveled to the capital to make a name for himself, which he did! He had a giant tea/poison empire that got destroyed after mysterious forces burned it all down (they killed his butler!) and started the campaign with basically nothing but what he could salvage from the wreckage. He’s a lot of fun to play because he’s so spoiled and flamboyant and the only male and neutral character in the group of good hearted females and is constantly bickering with the dirty wild and Russian dwarf raised ranger (my sister’s character).

Plus he’s one of my only characters that is asexual and aromantic, though very charismatic to all. Oh right and he’s also a belly dancer that sleeps with a night mask and a plush octopus names Mr. Scallops :D

The DM always starts the campaign with a fish joke at his expense lol.

Dross, aka Mithras Oakeneye, from the Salt Wolf Clan.D&D 5th Edition HomebrewGhostwise Halfling. Necro-Druid. Level 2. Circle of the Deathbloom.

One of my most serious and somber characters that I’m currently playing. Ghostwise Halflings are more tribal in nature and Dross lived in a very strict one that hated he practicings the “Old” and “Forbidden” ways. Basically a form of druidism and necromancy that made new plant life from the corpses of dead bodies. The only friend he had was the son of the head elder, who was also the most skilled Hunter that stood up for Dross. But when the clan faced an orc skirmish, his best friend died protecting him and Dross used all his power openly to save the clan. Without the elders son to protect him, the rest of the elders exiled him, stripping him of his former name (hence why he took the name Dross) and smashed his sacred clan item, which usually if a Ghostwise Halfling lost said item, they would have to go on a quest of atonement. He still has his but he used the pieces to turn them into a boulder opal stone pipe. He than made a flower from his former best friends remains and is sailing, with others, to a new land so he can plant it at an ancient tree, per his friends dying wish to see it.

He’s the most creepy character I’ve played. He doesn’t talk, only to one person at a time telepathically (Ghostwise powers, yo!) and is covered in his own eco system of mushrooms and moss and plants that are living on his arms and back. His eyes are a dull white but he can still see and his former reddish brown hair is now black from all the stuff living off him. He erie and smells of earth and loom. Plus probably hasn’t showered in like, 10 years lol

And that’s it! I have more characters from one-shots and small campaigns but those are my main four so far!

I’ll put up more later if people ask me lol and feel free to ask more about any of the one’s I listed and the campaigns their in!

Or tell me about yours. I love talking about D&D and character lore, so,much!!

[xoxoholla-blog]

Better Late?

Hear ye! Hear ye! Here’s your Danish round-up! I am only one month in, and already three weeks behind in blogging, so LET’S. GET. INTO. IT.

To be perfectly honest, Denmark was a bit of a blur of old host families, friends, language, and memories. The weather was tremendous for my first week, and after a night out celebrating with my dear friend Eva (and perhaps a bit too much wine), the two of us took off the next morning for Aarhus, back in Jylland. There, we stayed with her mother (the lovely Berit) by the sea, and even got some sunbathing and swimming in. Eva was singing at a confirmation the second day, so I got to sit in on a very common Danish practice for teens making the commitment to Jesus (pronounced YAY-Suess). It was nice, if that’s your thing. What I was more tickled with, was the harbor-side lunch the three of us had afterward, during which I got a sunburn (in Denmark!). The next day, we drove back to Copenhagen and met the rest of Eva’s family on the beach for a barbecue. The weather was lovely, the company even more so. 

Unfortunately, Eva had to work much of the time I was visiting, but the plus side was that I got to explore Copenhagen on my own and do all the touristy things my heart desired. My first move was to take a canal tour, which strangely, I had never done, and which gave me a better sense of the layout of this beautiful city. Beer in hand, I took in every canal dotted with Danes with such wonder--people live like this! There is a concept in Denmark that strictly belongs to the Danes called “hygge.” To “hygge” is to spend quality time, or roughly translated, “cozy” time, with others, though that is a simplification that only scratches the surface. But to paint the picture, it was thirty degrees (Celsius, people), and Danes were out in droves drinking beer, talking, taking in the sun. It was delightful, not least because everyone in Denmark looks like a supermodel. 

After my canal tour, I wandered around Christiania, a self-sufficient city within the city that was originally re-appropriated by ex-cons and the homeless population almost forty years ago. Formerly empty military barracks, this part of the city is now a free society that is totally self-sufficient due to these overlooked Danes that had some wherewithal. Thank you, socialism. After strolling through what seemed like a little chunk of the Oregon-Country-Fair-In-Denmark, I climbed the famous Vor Frelsers Kirke (Our Savior’s Church), whose spiral staircase takes you all the way to the top, with magnificent views of Copenhagen. I then treated myself to ice cream. 

I allowed myself to wander, and in doing so, found Kongens Have, or the King’s Garden, a beautiful, ambling green space that, yes, used to be the King of Denmark’s garden. Gorgeous. By that time though, the sun was waning, and I had blisters, so I made my way home to Eva in Kongens Lyngby. 

The following day, it was time to head to Sweden to see my darling Kielmanns. My second host family had moved up to their summer house full-time since last I’d seen them, and after a six hour bus ride from Copenhagen, I was in Tanum, Sweden. Their home was a beautifully updated turn of the century traditional Swedish farmhouse set amidst lush nature, a little more wild than pristine Denmark, and Kirsten and Jan and Signe were gracious hosts, as always. Our first day was spent down by the lake, where Jan and Kirsten kindly gave me a tour of their ample inland sea, and then relaxing on the porch with a cup of tea and a good book. Perfect. The following day was for history, as was Kirsten’s and my tradition, but not before they took me to their little town center and showed me around. Strangely, Swedish people love American culture. I wandered through a store that was eerily identical to Bi-Mart, which are few and far between in Europe. A store where you can by potting soil, doilies, blue eyeliner, AND underwear? Talk about one-stop shopping. I think it’s because Sweden has much more space to work with, meaning much of their population is spread out and rural, that these Scandinavians feel a kinship with this idea of the Wild West. I could be wrong, but I did see a lot of dirt bikes.

Side note: when we stopped at a shopping center for groceries (Jan is the most excellent cook), I started buzzing upon entry and got pulled to the side where I was made to empty my whole purse and walk through the alarm system SIX TIMES. Even when I stopped buzzing and it was determined that I hadn’t, in fact, stolen any of their precious moments knock-off figurines, I still got Swedish side-eye and no “sorry.” Hmph. 

The more culturally significant stop was to see the petroglyphs near Tanumshede that have been there since approximately 1800-500 BC. The rock carvings are multitudinous and far-spread (covering 126 acres), and truly a sight to behold, though they are eroding at a dangerous rate due to tourism and acid rain. The truly curious thing is that we can only guess about their meaning. Are they recitations of Bronze Age lore? Information for travelers? Even the scientists studying them can’t be sure, but they are there for us to wonder at.  

It was wonderful to see the Kielmanns again after seven years, and after a brief two days, I was back on a bus for Copenhagen. Of course, the trip was overshadowed by the loss of Kirsten and Jans’ son Kaare, a wonderfully gentle and gracious man who is greatly missed. 

But my trip down memory lane did not stop there! The next day I caught a bus to Vejle, back on Jylland where I first spent time as an exchange student. My first host father, Ove, was there to greet me, and he promptly whisked me away to the family’s summer house. This house is like something out of a Hans Christian Andersen fairytale, all gingerbread trimmings and birdhouses, and loft beds and playrooms. It was always a special place for me, and I’m so grateful to be welcomed there still, as it was here I chose to bury a time capsule from that first year in Denmark. Ove pointed out where it was, but I think I’ll wait a little longer before I unearth that buried treasure.

The next day, we drove back to Ejstrupholm, the village where I lived ten years ago. Reentering that first home was odd--familiar but smaller, much like returning home always is. It was emptier, too, as Ove’s wife Susanne, who always filled the room with her smile, had also passed away in recent years. 

But Ove, not one to waste a moment, made an excellent tour guide and drove me back to Aarhus to see the Aros Museum of Art, with a fabulous color wheel installation that you can walk around to see the city, literally, in different lights. From there, we had lunch with his lovely daughter Anne and her family, and carried on to Moesgaard Museum, home of the Bog Man, and a startlingly huge collection of artifacts from throughout Denmark’s history. I could have spent three days in the museum--there was just so much to look at! I highly recommend a visit, should you find yourself in that particular corner of the world. On the way home, we drove past a deer park, and yes, it is what it says: a park, with no guards or rangers, that the public can enter, AND PET DEER. This sort of thing would never--could never--exist in America. Someone would try to shoot Bambi and it would all be over before it began. But this place was such an amazing sanctuary where nature and man commingled and agreed not to fuck with each other. Of course I made Ove stop.

I spent the following day with my fourth and final host family, the Christensens, and man, nothing makes you feel older than seeing the nine-year-old you remember asking you to play on the trampoline as a full-fledged man, driving you around in his convertible. I also spoke mostly Danish for seven hours, which was quite gratifying. 

On our last full day together, Ove drove me down to SønderJylland, the Southwest part of Denmark, and we stopped in Viborg (fairytale city), Tønder (which strangely boasts a huge collection of Henry Moore in a museum that also has a large Danish furniture wing, a teaspoon collection, and used to be an 18th century prison), and Rømø (a thin island that draws staggering amounts of kite and windsurfers, and people who just like kites). But the main attraction for me was actually the Emil Nolde museum, which is located in northern Germany, close to the border with Denmark. I hadn’t known much about the artist before, and though I don’t enjoy all of his work, most of it, I really did, not to mention his home, surrounded by gardens was some of the loveliest scenery I’ve seen in a while (see: Aventoft). It was an exhausting, but beautiful day.

I saw my third host family, the Kristoffersens, on my last day in town, and they, as always, had put out the best spread. We caught up and laughed, and promised to Skype. The only other thing I did that day was walk around Ejstrupholm Lake, thinking about the ground I’ve covered in ten years, everything that led me back to this place. And, corny as it sounds, I thanked this ground--thanked it for challenging me, pushing me out of my comfort zone ten years ago, and instilling in me a sense of strength in wanderlust as I step out into the world again. 

My few remaining days in Denmark were, luckily, spent with Eva. She and her lovely boyfriend, Nick, and others, took me out in such style and with such aplomb, that I remember only slivers, but I know we laughed a lot. The one afternoon she did have to work, I walked around her neighborhood and found--you guessed it!--another palace. I wandered around the grounds with classical music gently guiding my steps, as though I were a lady-in-waiting in the 17th century, and thought myself so lucky to be amidst such beauty. I spotted another palace up ahead, but as soon as I got up close, it was simply someone’s home. It seems my whole time in Denmark, I was exclaiming to myself: “People actually live like that!” I don’t think I will ever tire of the rich history and culture that surrounds most other places in the world. Having grown up in a place with a rich natural beauty, I do appreciate home, of course, but there is something more--a different smell, a feeling that seeps up from the ground that reminds one how transient we are in the grand scheme of things, but how grand man can be all the same.