#lofty

[deboracabral]

I recently reread monstrous regiment and tonker and lofty have been on my mind since

quote is from wild blue yonder by the amazing devil

[potato-lord-but-not]

your power is too great.. whenever i see that you drew women i black out and wake up half an hour later kneeling on the floor scratching at my walls. can we see some women you have drawn lately please with a cherry on topp 🙏👏

I drew some girlies the day this was sent (like Sunday) and then forgot to post them oops anyway discworld girlies come get your women

[justarandombrit]

This is kind of a dead meme but it made me giggle so

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[luna-loveboop]

Sky was always good at explaining things :)

It is cool we get to see traits from in game

:D

@skyloftian-nutcase I don't know if you like me to tag you but I thought you might enjoy this

[justafterjericho]

Here's my discworld folder for music sheets. À la - what I did during my summer singing camp at the and of August. But hey it did wake up my artistic soul, even though not the type it was arming at xD.

[reluctanttree]

Sir Terry Pratchett once again with the rawest descriptive writing i have seen in a long time

(I'm rereading monstrous regiment)

[happypineappleart]

[pourablecat]

A promo sketch! It was going to be pencil and watercolour - but I left them all in Glasgow so, scribbles instead.

So a couple of months ago I was proposing the Monstrous Regiment stageplay at Edinburgh and we didn't get a slot, but reproposing will happen next semester! Fingers crossed!

Also, un-updated promo sketches under the cut! Needless to say, they leave something to be desired...

[qweaenr]

ELSWORD - Ainchase Ishmael -

“My will is God's desire, and my existence is God's will.”

[annamalla]

Discworld head canon

Tonker and Lofty ran off to Ankh Morepork to work in the theatre. Lofty does pyrotechnics, Tonker choreographs stage fights and they both eat sweets and watch the world be something different.

[itsnotthesam]

Monstrous Regiments DND classes for funsies

Jackrum is a battle master fighter + Oath of Conquest paladin. He’s mostly a paladin cause I think it’s really funny for when he says “upon my oath”

Polly is a bit here and there, but I think she’s a rogue-fighter, probably mastermind and battle master respectively. She needs the cunning and the charisma to get Rupert’s moving with her plans, but also just hits good

Tonker is full barbarian, beserker for sure. As Maladict says, girl has a lot of unresolved issues and she’s just gonna go batshit

Lofty is a wizard. She has every single possible fire spell and she doesn’t speak much but when she does it’s to suggest she casts a level 9 fireball on everyone

Wazzer is a devotion paladin. She vowed her oath to the duchess a longgggggg time ago and now she’s ready to fight. I could also be convinced of her being a war domain cleric tbh

Maladict I’m unsure of. Rogue-Fighter that took unarmed fighting as a feat? Idk, him being a vampire makes things hard

Igorina is a bit similar, but I think it’s funny to make her a Life Domain cleric. Just instead of magic healing, she’s just really good at modern medicine

Shufti I don’t have a great idea for considering she mostly cooks and has good character beats in the story, and that doesn’t translate to a specific class lol

Blouse thinks he has levels in champion fighter, but is fully a mastermind rogue, just less charismatic, confident and lower levelled than Polly

[libraryledge]

The Next Part of My Story (A Tale Set in the World of Wonka)

A/N: In honor of my one year anniversary on Tumblr, I wrote a continuation to the first series I ever posted. Thank you to everyone who showed love to this story. You're the reason this is possible! Please enjoy!

The weather outside was beautiful, like it was ripped out of a storybook, which was perfect considering that I was writing for one. I sat behind my desk, which was piled to the brim with ideas for new stories. It was crazy to think that about a year ago, these were still ideas in my head. London seemed so far away and simply a dream. Now, not only was I living in the city I’d fantasized about, but I had a writing deal with one of the best publishers in England. However, the most unexpected part was also the sweetest: I was living in a chocolate factory.

Upon arriving in London, I moved into a tiny room in the local washhouse, where I planned to work in order to make enough money to support my career. However, I was abruptly made aware that I would have a roommate, in the already tight chambers. He was none other than Willy Wonka, an aspiring chocolatier and magician, with a wild imagination. Truthfully, my first impression of him was that he was a bit odd, and I wasn’t keen on the idea of sharing my room. However, we quickly became friends and promised to help one another with our conquests: his dream of selling chocolate and my dream of publishing a book. Along the way, Willy’s joyful spirit melted my heart, and now, my life is more vibrant because of him.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. A young man in a long burgundy coat stood in the doorway of my room, tipped his brown top hat at me, and smiled.

“Good afternoon m’lady,” he said, entering the room and eyeing the papers on my desk. “It seems like today is turning out to be a productive day.”

I smiled and took in the image of the handsome man before me as he leaned in and placed a kiss on my head.

“It has. In fact, I’ve come up with so many potential story ideas that I’m having trouble deciding which one I’ll submit to Mr. Doux-Amer,” I admitted.

“I know what you mean. It’s been a busy day at the factory. Even with Lofty’s help, it’s been hard keeping up with all the new chocolate orders that are coming in,” he said, honestly.

I nodded. Lofty was an Oompa Loompa, whom Willy befriended and assigned as his business partner at the factory, after the little orange man took a secret liking to his chocolate.

“Speaking of chocolate,” Willy said, pulling out a small wrapped item from his pocket. “I want you to be the first to try my latest creation.”

He unwrapped the items and revealed a long yellow treat that was decorated with chocolate icing on the top.

“I call it the hair repair eclair. They're perfect for anyone who wants to regrow their missing hair or simply wants to experiment and make it a bit longer,” Willy explained.

Then, he broke off a piece of the candy and placed it in my palm. 

“These are meant to be eaten in small quantities, eat any more than three, and you’ll end up like a gorilla!” he warned.

I laughed, “Well, we certainly don’t want that, do we?”

I placed the treat in my mouth and allowed the flavors to melt on my tongue. It was spongy and had a taste of vanilla. 

“Mmm! Willy, this is delicious!” I proclaimed.

Willy beamed at me. “And it worked too! Look!” he said, carefully taking a strand of my hair in his hands. I gasped as I realized that it was now a few inches longer.

“Wow! That’s amazing!” I said, admiring the change.

“I was afraid that it wouldn’t work. I ate a piece of one earlier, but I don’t think it had any effect.” he admitted.

I stood up from my chair, and I took his hands in mine.

“I think it did work,” I said, studying Willy with a chuckle.

“Really?” he said, taking off his hat and running his hand through his curls, whose color reminded me of a never ending river of chocolate. “How can you tell?”

I leaned in and kissed him lovingly on the lips, which made him smile against me.

“Because your mustache tickles me when I kiss you,” I replied with a grin.

“Mustache? I don’t have a-” he replied in confusion, bringing his hand to his upper lip.

Willy’s eyes widened at the realization. “I have a mustache! I’ve never had one before!”

I giggled and responded, “No, you haven’t but you do look mighty handsome with one.”

His cheeks turned a sweet strawberry red over my compliment.

“Oh, stop it!” he said as he traded his signature Wonka grin with a shy smile that melted my heart.

“You always ask for my honest opinion during taste testing. Why should today be any different?” I said, matter of factly.

Willy wrapped his arms around my waist and then placed his forehead on mine.

“I love you,” he whispered, and now, it was my face that was aglow as he leaned in to kiss me.

The exchange was delightful because as per usual, his lips tasted like chocolate, a concept that I couldn’t get enough of. Now, his new mustache contributed to the ticklish feeling in my heart when we joined together.

As we pulled apart, he chuckled and said, “I better let you get back to your writing. Hopefully, I didn’t make you lose your train of thought.” 

“No, that’s ok. I can jump back on it at the next station,” I replied, playfully.

Willy laughed. “Good, I better get back too. Lofty’s waiting for me. We have lots of new orders to fulfil! Oh! By the way, how do you feel about elevator rides?” he asked me, eagerly.

“Uh…fine. I guess,” I replied, a bit confused at his sudden inquiry.

“Great! Meet me in the basement of the factory at about 7:30 tonight. There’s something I want to show you.” he said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Ok, then. It’s a date,” I replied.

Willy clapped his hands, showcasing his childlike excitement. “Yay! Dates with you are my favorite ones.” 

“I would hope so. Although, you’ve got a lot of admirers who could give me a run for my money and would jump at the chance to go on a date with the famous Willy Wonka,” I teased him with a wink.

“Never!” he said, clearly so shocked that I would utter such a statement, that he missed the fact that I was only kidding.

“I’m so grateful for all of the guests that visit my factory, but none of them fill my stomach with as many butterflies as you do,” he said sincerely.

I blushed and turned him around towards the door to hide my rosy cheeks and get him on his way back to work. 

“I was only teasing you, Willy. Now, go before your sappy words melt me into a puddle of that sugary syrup you use in your candy,” I said with a giggle.

As he headed out the door frame, he tipped his hat at me in a farewell gesture. 

“Now, that would be a shame,” he said with a grin.

“WONKA!” a voice boomed echoing through the stairwell and up to my room. It was Lofty, who made up for his short stature, with his big temper.

“Now, I really need to go. Don’t forget! Tonight at severn!” he said, as he raced down the stairs towards the impatient Oompa Loompa.

I chuckled as I watched him disappear from view. I returned to my desk with a smile as I continued sorting through the ideas I’d written earlier. Once again, without knowing it, Willy had provided more inspiration for my writing. I spent the rest of the afternoon whittling away at my manuscript, counting down the minutes until I would reunite with Willy and share with him the next part of my story. 

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[luna-loveboop]

Linktober day nine- Mystery

It's. Wind as the math meme. Pretty sure no one expected to see math meme Wind on an egg today, but here we are. Wind is trying to figure out the entire Loz timeline based on the hero of time and I love him for that. Can't wait till he starts interrogating Legend.

His face is hard, this is why I don't draw- I forgot people have noses and eyebrows like five times.

Also close up of his confused interpretation of the timeline because Lofty said I could post any stick figures I want and I'm proud of my tiny Time and Malon.

@skyloftian-nutcase

Ah yes the three timelines. Dead, married, and ocean.

Ok bye

:)

[sketch-pencilpoint]

Can I draw them? YES I CAN! So yeah I've really gotten into Bob the builder recently. May post some more art, idk but I made them into humanoids