#god how do i tag things-

[theviridianbunny]

💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

aah hi heather!

ok- i know i made a similar post about viridian- but now im going to make one for my beloved Rowan Hawkmore- who was probably my main oc blorbo before Viridian- i guess this will be a little rammble about the evoulution of her!

I have had Rowan since I was 19- i was in my first year of uni and started to play dnd at a local board game cafe!!

Rowan started off as a wild magic sorcerer- just a chaos gal who pushed people into lakes and flirted with everyone. big shoutout to my dm and party for loving rowan regardless XD

first sketches of rowan - drawn on the back of a character sheet and a wagamama menu

meme sketch of our party at the time - Rowan is in cardboard jail for causing too much chaos (and other reasons)

After a few weeks- I changed her class to a warlock- the backstory chnage being that she struck a deal with the fiend Opium- Over a pot of tea and a chat that seemed a bit too casual- the tiefling made a pact with the god. He’d give her a fresh start. A new home in the hallowed mountains - protection from the eldritch knights of the Hawkmore court - all Rowan had to do was cause a little chaos- that’d be easy…right?

very early warlock rowan design - drawn my by dear friend robin. check out their art here

After finishing our first campeign (which took us to from level 1 to level 3) we took a break for the summer- over the summer I gave Rowan a redesign. see below for amazing art by my friends!

credit to the talented @vrovij - you can find her caard here. her tumblr is here

credit to my dear friends kath (their piece is on the left) and nat (AKA @ciph3rrr) (her piece is on the right for these drawings of Rowan. kath's work can be found here and nat's here

credit to my wonderful friend Marvin for this piece of Rowan - his art came be found here

Story wise- at the time of the second / new game- - Rowan gets branded with curse marks. Her patron very displeased in her non chaotic actions- so the fiend brands her. At the snap of his fingers he could double Rowan over in the worst pain she's felt. She had learnt the hard way that Opium was a beautifuly sadistic man. So she takes a step back and I then play as her husband Grayson (Rowan still travels with our party though!!) - this game took us from level 3 through to level 7 (i think?!)

In our third game- I go back to playing as Rowan. She's lost the connection to her patron and she can't reach out to him. She wonders if Opium has just grown bored of her- but she still has all her curse marks on her- so... there must be something going on...right? Around this time, Rowan’s travelling companion - Nugget, the paladin to the god of balance , Raava - felt the connection to his god weaken. During this game- our party go off on this grand adventure to find both Opium and Raava (more Raava- then Opium....)

Along the way, Rowan alomst dies a few times (because she dosn't know when to shut up- and get's gets far too cocky when the party fight a dragonborn crimelord)- The party also learn Rowan's backstory and how she came into the service of Opium (you can read a little about that here- but one day i'll do a full back story lore write up)

In time, the party would learn that Opium and Raava were two sides of the same coin- twin gods. Gods of Balance and Chaos. One could not survive without the other- Opium had vanished from Rowan’s life- to reclaim his godhood - to drown out the light that Raava brought into the world. Destroy his twin and rebuild the world in his own image. A world of chaos and darkness-

Rowan was left with a choice- Join Opium in creating the new world- or fight against the darkness. Slay her sadistic master.   The warlock chose to slay her master with the help of her companions - restoring light and balance to the world.  

In the split between warlock and parton- Rowan's cursemarks cause her a great deal of pain. She feels the killing blow as Opium did and she herself almost dies- but she pulls through. (even if she suffers a great deal of eye trauma)

again credit to my wonderful friend Marvin for this piece of Rowan - his art came be found here

Returning to hertribe in the hallowed mountains and reuniting with her husband… Rowan was named as the eldritch god slayer.  Finally free to walk her own path- free from the pain and chaos that she thought had been with her for all of her life.  At the end of this game- our party was level 14 !!

Nowdays Rowan exists within other game universes (as well as DND). I have made her (and grayson) in the sims 4 (where she and him exist in a modern / magical realism AU) - and have also had a go at making her in BG3 - I don't really draw her much anymore... but one day i might try again !!

uhg uhm idk how to finish this- so Thank you for coming to my TED talk <3 if you're reading thts - you're a star and ily <3

[artrealla]

[bloominglegumes]

i love normal guys doomed by the narrative

[stoopidstapler]

SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

While you were fighting in the war, I was falling in a pit.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[harmonictechnicality]

It’s the way Steve places a pin in that damn map of Hawkins. Two fingers, muddy knuckles. Fuck if Eddie knows the actual destination because all he can navigate is the curve of Steve’s index finger as he smooths out the edges of the map.

And it’s stupid, right? Because the world is folding in on itself and he’s looking at a guy in the kind of way Victorian novelists would only describe as ‘longingly.’ It’s objectively stupid. Probably some adrenaline bullshit that a doctor could explain with a brain scan.

The rest of the group has scattered, plotting amongst themselves. Pulling plans out of their asses. Finding layers of courage behind clues and cassette tapes.

Eddie should do that too. Plan. Make decisions. Do anything other than stare at the dirt underneath Steve’s goddamn fingernails.

“Please blink, Munson.” Steve says while clearing his throat. He’s been doing that a lot. Which is, like, understandable after coughing up lake water all night long.

He clears his throat again. “Show sign of life before I ransack the supply bag for that shit you call music.”

“That… shit?” Eddie spits out the words. Briefly forgets his swirly Steve feelings because of the fucking audacity on this guy. “Rightrightright, because Bob Seger is so fucking dignified, huh?”

“Uh-oh.” Dustin murmurs behind him.

“Because Old Time Rock and Roll is the highest ranking of ear candy?” Eddie searches through their duffel bag until he finds Steve’s Vecna Saftey Tape. Waves it around wildly as he speaks. “Forgive me. I didn’t know entry-level chord progressions were considered Carnegie Hall worthy these days. But by all means, call my music shit.”

He throws the tape at Steve’s lap before dropping back down to his seat on the couch.

“Well,” Steve smirks. “At least we know if the music won’t wake you up, mocking it sure as hell will.”

“Guys. Focus.” Nancy steps into the center of the room. Everyone nods, even Eddie. They listen intently to her directions. Henderson doesn’t interrupt her, not even once.

Nancy’s entire demeanor is charged with currents of determination. It’s honestly impressive. Truly. She could convince congress to change the fucking constitution if she wanted. Have the supreme court eating out of her palm with how persuasive she can be.

And the only thing that distracts her, is the same thing distracting Eddie.

Two fingers. Muddy knuckles.

Eddie follows her gaze back over to Steve. Her expression softening when she sees him.

It’s cruel and expected. Cruel that Eddie has to witness such softness, knowing exactly how it feels. Expected because wedding bells can practically be heard every time those two interact with each other. No one can deny that.

But knowing all this doesn’t stop the cruelty from squeezing Eddie’s stomach till his insides feel raw.

He swallows down his flimsy fantasies. Keeps repeating those words from back in the woods:

It’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s jealousy, it’s-

“Hey, man.” Steve says.

Man? Not ‘Nancy, my betrothed?’ Not “Nancy, my muse?”

… Man?

Eddie blinks. Glances up to see Steve looking at him. “Your taste in music isn’t complete shit.”

Which isn’t exactly an apology. But the teasing scratches an itch in Eddie’s brain that he hasn’t be able to reach for a very long time.

“Yeah.” Eddie says. “I guess Bob Seger’s stuff is… intermediate. Assistant managerial-level chord progressions.”

He pauses. Then leans in and adds a quick, “At best.”

They both laugh a little. It’s cut short by Steve clearing his throat again. One of the many reminders that they’re not well.

That nothing they’re going through is fair. Not even in the same universe as Fair. Eddie’s eyes fall to the red markings around Steve’s neck. Wonders if that makes his cough hurt worse.

“Look.” Steve nudges Eddie’s arm. Pulls his attention back into this moment. “We’ve got this, okay?”

Eddie can’t exactly tell if there’s softness in Steve’s eyes - the same kind Nancy gives to him so freely. Or if it’s just regularly scheduled Concern. But it doesn’t even matter because Steve said that.

We.

‘We’ve got this.’

Him and Steve.

And, okay, was Steve referring to a collective ‘we?’ Sure, yeah. Obviously. But Eddie is allowing himself to wallow in delusion while the world’s expiration date remains questionable.

So he aims a lovesick smile at Steve and sighs. “Whatever you say, Harrington.”

[aquaregiaart]

Haleth & Caranthir.

[thorough-witness-enjoyer]

I love it when Destiny takes time to show the smaller moments of the universe.

Eido nerding out over preserving culture, people celebrating the Festival of the Lost, baking cookies when the temperature drops, Zavala knitting, Osiris and Saint being tender, random guardians and their friends that we might never get another lore entry on, guardians who we get a handful of lore entries for their shenanigans, conversations about beliefs between characters we know and love, and so, so much more.

In the face of tremendous loss and pain, there are always moments of unconquerable joy and love, even if they are brief. Love can be found in every tale, every crevice, and every event in Destiny despite despairing circumstances and it wins. Maybe not immediately, maybe long after the lovers have perished to their situations, but it always triumphs. It’s seeds always burst through an inhospitable soil to grow into the shade others will lay under, resting their heads upon a person they would propagate a whole forest for.

It is the small moments like finding unlikely companions, enjoying a deeply brewed tea, or collecting candy on holidays that keeps people fighting for the ability to experience such delights.

Destiny is about a universe of people who will choose to survive and endure no matter the cost. It is the assuring sight of different species of children playing in the streets of the Last City that people will suffer time and time again to protect. It is the thought that there will always be a precious experience in life awaiting in the future that makes people want to even keep the very POSSIBILITY of suffering.

Eris has saved the universe to bring justice to her fireteam, protect humanity, and save the ones she loves like Ikora, Mara, and Drifter. That is enough.

Misraaks has helped us in our endeavors to protect Sol for his people and Eido, to see them prosper and grow. That is enough.

Some guardians may fight just to bring in enough glimmer to enjoy a drink at a tavern. That is enough.

Some people right after the Collapse may have continued on because they didn’t know what else to do, they didn’t know why they had it in their spirit to continue on upon a charred Earth. That is enough.

These are all enough to warrant the continuation of a universe that allows for these possibilities. These are enough and more to fight for with bleeding callouses and busted knuckles.

It is moments so fleeting and small that leave such an impression on us that we will fight against odds so enduring and large. We fight for justice, for hope, for good food, for the smell of blossoms in Spring.

We will do it over and over again for it is our right to determine our fates, no matter the indifference we receive from the universe itself and no matter the wants of those who equate the small to be inconsequential.

[narikill]

aughdhshfjjsjcjdjfjsbgsknfjs <- leshy in this art probably

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

When was the last time someone took care of you? You can't remember;

But Moon wraps another blanket around you and holds you close to make sure you're warm as you keep shivering under so many layers, and Sun announces his arrival with the cup of hot tea with lemon and honey he just made for you.

You feel like shit, head heavy and aching and nose too stuffed to breath, but you feel loved.

(Anyway im sick as all fucks so have a sick doodle for comfort yaaayyy)

[azulsejos]

s2 + golbetty centric episode prayer circle 🍎💝

[gabe-lovebot]

hello councilnation how are we feeling

[pigswithwings]

but genuinely if you default to saying that random people and things have psychosis as an insult. you gotta change that. you have to think about why you say that. "this is psychotic" stop that shit. "these people are psychopaths" stop it. stop it what the hell. come on. real people have psychosis you think they aren't already associated with negative things? you think that helps anyone?

[meamiiikiii]

mira !!! :]

[mobius-m-mobius]

You wanna hear a good story? Listen to this one.

Mobius + comfort