#pride dice background

[tilthedayidice]

For the dice pride backgrounds, could you please do an ace one?

Hi hun!!! Since my storage situation is different, I’m trying something new this year!!!!! I hope you like some of these!

Also Milky Yellow didn’t come out as warm as I hoping so if you’d like a change let me know!!!!

Asexual: the lack of sexual attraction to others, or low or absent interest in or desire for sexual activity

Aromantic: experiencing little or no romantic attraction to anyone; not having romantic feelings.

[hey-imma-fangirl]

I’ll be doing other drawings for Pride, like my ocs and a few other ships, but I wanted to put all the ones I’ve gotten done so far all together ^^

[canisbrutus]

3 Headcanons for every nerd. Go.

Earnest Jones -

Actually incredibly fond of the gothic/horror aesthetic, although he lacks the spine to actually finish games like Silent Hill; under different circumstances he would've been emo. That said, he still had the fattest crush on Elvira, and kept a poster under his mattress.

He's not as twiggy as some of the other nerds, but he would've been a bit bulkier if he didn't have issues with a lot of food, texture-wise. His diet largely consisted of tea, toast, and instant ramen cups. Not including Melvin, he touches a fruit once every three months.

He's taken courses for like three different languages (spanish, french, german) and is fluent in exactly none of them, pronunciation-wise. The former two he still struggles with but he can read german very well, for some reason.

Melvin O'Connor -

Yeah his home life and upbringing is so ass he uses fantasy escapism to cope. Made him out to be a fuckin incredible storyteller though! He draws from things like the elder scrolls, zelda, the lord of the rings, etc... and his appetite for the genre isn't limited to any one form of media; he's rented out nearly every book in the library on that note.

He may look like he's dissociated from reality most of the time, and this is Partially true, but don't be fooled; he's much more perceptive than you'd expect. Insults seldom go over his head, though he usually plays dumb either to avoid conflict or because it's just funny. but he doesn't forget.

That haircut of his is relatively dated, and out of fashion... but tis his pride and joy, next to his lore database. He spends a significant part of his morning styling it, often carries a comb, seldom leaves it greasy, etc. As a result he's probably one of the least offensive nerds for one's olfactory senses.

Bucky Pasteur -

The TV in his home is often set to an older station, showcasing things like Gilligan's Island and M*A*S*H*. He's especially fond of both the older and newer episodes of Dr Who, recommended to him by his gran, and he would almost certainly be annoying about it if tumblr existed in his highschool years. Mind you, fanfiction.net was around since '98...

He's made efforts at taming the academy's feral rat population, even scooping up and relocating them whenever his cliquemates would scream bloody murder over them approaching their turf. Had he not been busy elsewhere when they infested the library he would've tried to corral them peacefully; instead he was thoroughly distraught by Jimmy's bloodshed.

Honestly him and Thad have something kinda faggy going on in the background, though neither will admit it for one reason or another. Liking men vs Hating women type of homos. Don't worry about it.

Francois "Fatty" Johnson -

Very strong vocal stimmer, much to the dismay of everyone who hears him. He likes to sing acapella, he claims, whether it's beatboxing or hooting in a variety of tones. Many a earworm has been born from his yodeling

He keeps his G&G dice in his navel. Given the state of his hygiene, it's as unpleasant to witness as it sounds. Beatrice, Melvin, & Thad are especially put off by this. The table is sanitized after every game though, so it's probably fine.

The clique's hardcore gamer; it's not uncommon for him to play something for 12 hours straight. Sometimes it's trying to 100% crash bandicoot in a single sitting, other times it's pounding energy drinks pushing consumo to it's absolute breaking point. He also dabbles in speedrunning.

Donald Anderson -

He values his own intellect highly, going above and beyond to one-up his peers. His glasses are purely cosmetic; an attempt to make himself look smarter, even if he supposedly loathes being considered a nerd.

Something else he loathes is his own softness; his almost meek voice and long lashes in particular. The jocks often call him things like Bambi, doe-eyes, taunting him about hunting season and venison being on the menu, etc. Clearly they've never been charged by a stag.

Oddly enough he was on decent terms with Pete, on account of them being both weaselly 'girly' boys. The pair would often shittalk people together, though they later drifted apart because Donald just couldn't set aside his superiority complex for five minutes. He was likely the one to suggest he join the nerd clique, though Pete didn't make the cut.

Beatrice Trudeau -

God help this poor girl; she was like Wendy to Peter Pan and the lost boys regarding these little pricks. Like Melvin, she served as the backbone of the clique, though more for morale instead of outright plotting with Earnest. There wasn't a single day without somebody coming to her crying lookin to vent or otherwise seek validation for getting swirlied or wedgied or called ugly. Gave her plenty of blackmail material however.

She was one of two nerds safeguarded against the Preps' harassment (for the most part), on account of Parker (and later, Pinky) vouching for her wellbeing. Even after their botany project fell through, she'd still be allowed into the greenhouse roof of Bullworth's Harrington House for experimental purposes. Despite a certain level of awkwardness that accompanied it, the (relative) peace and quiet was much needed.

This girl kicks like a horse. She's lanky as hell and she's got legs for days. Yes she's fairly patient, but when pushed too far she will aim for the nuts. Jimmy found out the hard way in the carnival.

Algernon Papadopoulos -

He tends to carry little baggies of like. Animal Cracker-type snacks. Teddy grahams, goldfish, swedish fish, etc... the allure of wee beasties is strong. Occasionally he'll also use them as G&G pieces, but it's not a very good idea.

Not many people expect him to be a decent pickpocket, but he gets away with it more than you think. This boy knows a good few magician's tricks; sleight of hand and whatnot. He's best with manipulating yo-yos and those worms on a string, however he's still pondered if he's better off running away and joining the traveling carnival than becoming a veterinarian or whatever.

His home is admittedly not very nice, though his mother is one of the sweetest folks in the world. He's a victim of circumstance by and large, being brought up in a mouse-infested hoarder home that constantly reeks of piss. Bullworth is not a good place for mental health issues, so things get left unchecked, but it's still nothing to be ashamed of, as she'd always say.

Thad Carlson -

When it was time for the nerds to revamp the astronomy lab as their hideout, Thad (with Bucky's help) was the main man in charge of repairs, largely thanks to his knowledge of power tools. Much of the handiwork was rickety, of course; utilizing scavenged metal sheets and planks from the miniature junkyard behind the auto shop (which didn't improve his rep with the greasers).

He's had a few pet insects over the years; finding them easier to care for and connect with than, say, hounds. His current charges are a stickbug and a praying mantis; the latter of which he likens himself to. Others consider him more of a ferret, lacking the serene grace, much to his displeasure because he 'sure as hell doesn't reek like one.'

Fueled by what may or may not've been concern, repulsion, or something else, he once rolled up the various rugs in Bucky's room and mopped the (dirty) (hasn't seen a scrub in 10+ years) (very prone to splintering) floor while the poor squeaking bastard protested from his bed. What prompted this? Walking around in white socks for about five minutes only to find the bottoms of them a dusty grey-brown.

Cornelius Johnson -

As I've mentioned many times before, she's transfem, yes. She came out to a handful of people such as her then-partner Trent, Beatrice, Bucky, and Jimmy. It's likely Melvin's sewn her a skirt. Bullworth sure as hell wasn't a nice place to come out but thankfully she had her support where she needed it.

Quite fond of pollinators (with her favorites being hawkmoths especially), she's been rearing butterflies and moths to release in a community garden project up north near the church, which she tends to in her (rare) free time alongside Beatrice. It's nothing particularly impressive yet, but they're trying their best to foster some kind of good in that dump of a town.

She's possibly one of, if not the only student Ms Peters' really enjoys having in her classes, overthinking babble aside. She really did make an excellent Juliet, putting her whole soul into it, seemed like. In any case she's certainly one of the brightest students of the bunch, both intellectually and personally, despite everything thrown at her.

even with an attempt at writing something short it came out relatively long. how much of this is accurate? who knows its all true to me. nature is beautiful.

[writing masterpost]

[stellar-skyy]

Could I order a hot white tea for Aventurine? If you can also add angst to confort please 👀

“order up! i have a white tea for aventurine, fresh and hot!”

☆ — if you're craving a drink, make sure to stop by the teashop!

i. SUMMARY: At a work event, your coworker offers you a dance. ii. CWS & NOTES: no warnings applicable. aventurine x gn!reader. reader & aven are coworkers. mild angst & fluff. 1.6k words. iii. A/N: thank you for the order! i hope you enjoy!

It wasn’t their plan to hide in the corner all night, but it was where they ended up; drink clutched in both hands, shoulders hunched tightly, and eyes cast to the floor. All around them, their colleagues and fellow members of the Interastral Peace Corporation mingled and danced, filling the night with a dull drone of chatter and laughter. Around the groups and pairs scattered across the hall, were those few idly loitering on the outskirts like shadows, themself included.

They could busy themself for a while pretending to survey the hors d'oeuvres arranged on the table, but soon enough they would catch someone’s attention. Then would come the questions of why they were avoiding people, and the feeble attempts to drag them into a conversation they had far too little energy to engage in.

A charity ball, organized by their colleagues and funded by the ICP themselves. It seemed like a perfect idea when it was pitched, all up until they were standing alone in a crowded room, trapped in layers of formalwear the dug into their sides. The festivities grew all too much after a while, leaving them exhausted and weary of every greeting and smile.

It was much easier to turn their back on the other guests and ignore them for however long they could manage. That way, they weren’t forced into mindless small talk, or dragged into a half-hearted dance with any of their coworkers. They were fully content on spending the rest of their evening on the sidelines alone, without anyone to disturb their—

“Ahem.”

Peace.

The voice tore straight through their attempt to sink into the background, silky smooth and laced with the slightest trace of amusement. They lifted their head up, hands tightening around the drink in their hands and lips forming his name before they even had to look at him.

“Aventurine.”

The man smiled. He was dressed much more formal than usual, decked out in a three-piece suit with a deep green tie. It was tailored, cut and shaped around each part of his body to fit him perfectly. The outfit was simple, but it suited him well; even in a room of people dressed in their finest, he managed to outshine every one of them.

“You’re certainly hidden well, aren’t you?” Aventurine remarked, plucking a canapé off the table beside them and popping it into his mouth. “How long have you been here? An hour? Two?”

“I wasn’t hiding—” They tried to say, before they were cut off with a laugh.

“You can lie, but not well enough to fool me.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t make excuses. I really don’t care that much.”

The music changed suddenly, turning from a light jazz to a slower tune, complete with sweeping violins and deep echoes of a cello. Like clockwork, the few folks dancing in the centre paired up—both actual couples who had attended together, and coworkers who hurriedly joined together in time for the song to start.

Aventurine cleared his throat again. When they turned to him, there was a look in his eye that told them he was planning something.

“I did have something I wanted to ask, however. May I have this dance?” he asked with a small smile, hand outstretched.

They bit back any retort that might have been on their tongue, as he stood waiting their response with a glint in his eye. It was a challenge, like everything was with him; a bet to whether their pride outweighed their self-consciousness. They could almost see the dice rolling behind his eyes, breath held in anticipation.

If it was a game he was playing, they would be happy to indulge him, if only for an evening. It wasn’t as though they had anything else to do, other than waiting idly in the corner for the music to die down and the guests to leave. They could spare whatever was left of their energy for a few minutes of dancing.

“Of course,” they said, taking his hand. A look of surprise crossed his face for only a moment before it was replaced with a wider grin.

“Ah, I knew I came over here to a reason,” Aventurine smiled, leading them away from the corner and into the lights.

They were uncomfortably aware of each eye fixed on their back, but Aventurine was unfazed; his hand was firm in holding onto theirs in a surprisingly gentle grip. His gloved thumb softly stroked the side of their hand, a move that was much too close to romantic for their liking.

“Are you ready?” he asked, when they reached the floor.

“Yes,” they said instantly, and hoped it wasn’t a lie.

He laced his fingers through their hand, sliding his other over their hips. A heat flushed across their face—the result of the stuffiness inside the venue, no doubt—and they fumbled to place their hand on his shoulder.

“You act like you’ve never danced before,” he laughed.

The music swelled, and Aventurine began to lead their dance. One step, then two and three. He was surprisingly adept at sweeping them across the floor, out of the way of the rest of the dancers, while keeping up their pace.

Together they twirled and spun, in time as the music sung a chorus for them and them only. The rest of the guests faded away, until the two of them were alone on the dancefloor, held tightly in each other’s arms. It crossed their mind, for a moment, that the scene was something more suited to a couple than a pair like them. They wondered if he was thinking the same, whether he thought it odd that they were so close. Was he regretting his choice of dance partner, or feeling thankful he asked them?

They found themself glancing around them throughout, but oddly enough Aventurine’s eyes never left them. He seemed transfixed, watching them carefully as they seemed to melt into the dance.

“Are you ready?” He asked abruptly, just as the music reached a crescendo.

“What?”

“Are you ready?” He repeated in lieu of an explanation.

“Ready for wh—” they tried to ask, but were suddenly pulled into a spin. He let go of their waist, long enough to twirl them around as they squeaked in surprise. Their head was reeling by the time he pulled them back, holding them even tighter so they didn’t fall over.

“Ready to be spun,” he clarified, a moment too late.

“Yeah,” they breathed, hand clinging tightly to his shoulder to balance themself. “Yeah… I got that, now.”

The two of them whirled and spun for some time more—was it minutes? Hours? It was long enough for the music to change again, into an equally slow but slightly more melancholy song—before he spoke up again.

“You’re not a fan of dancing?” Aventurine asked, an eyebrow raised. The question was posed in his usual lilting voice, but there was a note of concern in his tone that wasn’t present in the moments before.

“Why do you ask?”

Aventurine paused to spin them past another dancing couple—a woman who was giggling far too loudly, and a man who seemed like he would rather be anywhere else—before continuing. “Well, for starters you haven’t made eye contact with me for more than a few seconds this entire time. You keep looking down at your feet.”

The music swelled. Aventurine abruptly pulled them into a low dip, leaning down so their faces were close enough that they could taste his breath. Their heartrate spiked, loud enough to drown out the music, but not enough to mask Aventurine’s voice.

“Is something wrong, [Name]?” He whispered into their lips, and all of a sudden they couldn’t breathe.

Not while you’re here was their first thought, but it was something far too raw to speak out loud, and only a half-truth. Aventurine’s presence had managed to quell some of the discomfort eating away at their stomach, but he was only a pretty distraction to the uneasiness that threatened to sweep them off their feet in the worst way. It whittled away at their already cracked mask of indifference, leaving them desperately holding the pieces together.

The eyes were still there, watching. They tracked their every move, noting each way they tilted further into his body to shield themself from their sight. He noticed too, pulling them up and out of the dip and turning them away from the people staring.

“Can we just go?” They whispered hollowly. He blinked, seeming to be caught off guard by the defeat in their voice. The shift in his demeanour was immediate, like a switch had been flipped.

“Of course, let’s—” Aventurine cleared his throat, standing straighter. “Let’s go.”

His hand rested on their lower back, guiding them out of the ballroom. The eyes never left, but Aventurine met them with a glare, and slowly they turned their gaze.

 “After you,” he said, opening the wide doors and beckoning them through. And in the open air, they remembered to breathe. “Now, is something the matter?”

They shifted in their steps, tugging on the edge of their sleeves. Was something the matter? It was a perfectly reasonable question, especially since they dragged him out of the event so suddenly, but they were at a loss for an answer.

“I don’t know. I just—” They let out a shuddering breath. “I just wanted to leave.”

Aventurine hummed. “I suppose that’s something enough.”

“I’m sorry,” they whispered.

“No apologising,” he chided, flicking them lightly on their arm. “You can’t be expected to want to be social at every moment. It’s not like I was inclined to spend my entire evening talking to my coworkers.” He shook his head. “Let yourself breathe once in a while, okay?”

“…I guess.”

“Come on. Let me walk you home.”

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[watercolourcritters]

Hey folks, just a little note to share that I have now put most of the stickers that I sell up on my Ko-fi shop! I've been migrating stickers (and eventually maybe other things) over from Etsy, and from now on Ko-fi will be my main sticker shop. I have 30+ designs, including encouraging stickers, funny ones, loads of cute animals, pride stickers, and some OFMD fanart stickers!

Note - for the pronoun possum stickers, I have she/her, he/him, they/them, it/its, and any/all available, and you can also order it with custom pronouns!!

Check it out here!

[ID: ten photos of my stickers, all of which feature original art. They include, in order:

Cowboy ghosts with pride flag themed bandanas, including bi, trans, rainbow, and lesbian pride flags.

A vulture with text saying "I'm going to be a huge bitch about this."

A quokka with text saying "I'm glad you're still here."

A toad with text saying "I will love this world fiercely, with my whole fucking heart."

Pronoun opossum stickers, with he/him, she/her, and they/them pronouns.

DnD dice showing a natural one with text reading "fail with pride." The dice are in pride flag colours, including bi, lesbian, trans, nonbinary, ace, and rainbow pride.

An orca with text reading "thick hips sink ships."

A sleeping fox with text reading "you deserve safety."

A chicken with its mouth open as if screaming and text reading "Time to scream AAAAA (repeated A's indicating screaming)"

Two stickers of toads - the first one is a toad over pink background with text reading "hello lover," the second is a toad wearing a cowboy hat over red background with text reading "hey baby."

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[sageysartsanddreams]

Did a poll on my Facebook Page and Welp Redoing this old YCH from 2020 had the overwhelming amount of votes compared to the others. So here it is lol.

$10 Flatcolor, $15 Shaded, +$3 for Major Species Alteration.

All Species Welcome

You choose Dice & Background Colors, Pride colors Welcome 💜

[holy-puckslibrary]

━ 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲.

──────────── 𝐰𝐜 — 1k 𝐜𝐰 — fanon!rafe on a one-way flight to simp city, some spice but nothing graphic or excessive, mention of drugs/being high (it's rafe, what did you expect?), 'kid' as a pet name bc he is that guy + cliffhanger? 𝐚/𝐧 — this was originally posted on @holy-pucks for my nov 23 slumber party, but i've decided to upload it here because it never showed in the tags. if you've already read this, i would very much appreciate you showing it some love here as well :) thx a mil in advance, besties! ────────────

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RAFE CAMERON knew the risk. He just couldn't be bothered to give a shit. 

if one of the loud-mouthed busybodies took issue with his behavior, that's their prerogative. they've been at it so long, drunk and overzealous, their flippant chatter is mere static in the background of his life. 

it isn't his fault their stale lives and expired marriages pale in comparison to the pocket of paradise he carved out of figure eight. rafe didn't ask for their attention, nor did he solicit their opinions — and he certainly didn't invite an audience; his girlfriend writhing in his lap will never be a spectator sport.  

it would be too generous to call it sympathy, but rafe can understand how they might get confused. once you catch a glimpse, you're as good as gone. a lost cause, irrevocable, and clear as day. beauty that effortlessly captivating is impossible to tear your eyes away from, and the original kook princess is bathed in excess. 

of all people, he knows the breadth of her magnetism and is just as weak for it, if not more. egotism drains along with reason when they're simply in the same room, his carnal preoccupation more than happy to fill the vacuum of power. 

rafe commands the island and its inhabitants — with one paramount exception. he wields power because she allows for it. she, who is his indisputable sovereign and to whom he pledges his undying allegiance with innate reverence. 

it was his wandering hands, after all, which led the pair to an empty veranda overlooking the bustling midsummer festivities. 

a laurel of fresh blooms became collateral damage soon after, having been unceremoniously knocked to his feet by her fervent desperation to feel his sun-kissed skin against her lips. 

rafe certainly had no objections. 

with a heap of silky fabric rucked up around her waist and her wrists pinned taut to the small of her back, rafe's girlfriend works him over with both teeth and tongue, the affection carefully choreographed to sync up with the sway of her hips. each nip, suck, or kiss accompanies her precise labors, and any marbled evidence left behind he'll wear with pride, much to the island's chagrin and his sisters' disgust. 

rafe previewed the evening's fireworks display as she bore down on his aching bulge, never once ceasing the light nibbling of his earlobe; it's the tell-tale, strained whimper diced by gritted teeth that incited action.

his hips jerk up in search of sweet relief, inadvertently finding her bare heat well beyond wet and wanting. 

rafe commends his past self for confiscating the lace as they neared the valet podium; the garment fares better as a pocket square. 

close proximity amplifies all those delicious, needy sounds, robbed of their potential prematurely; she is not yet immune to gossip.

it doesn't matter, rafe would know if his girl was close donning earplugs and a blindfold. her pathetic attempt at modesty is hardly an issue. much like how there isn't an inch of skin he hasn't traversed; there isn't a bluff of her's he can't immediately see through. no matter how soft or sudden, rafe can feel his girl teetering on the brink. 

the faint wobble of her bottom lip might as well be a formal declaration; she's trying and failing to keep herself from falling over the edge — the polite little thing knows the price of gluttony.

as he reclines in the stately patio chair, he pulls her down with him. in anticipation, rafe tips his mouth and angles his hips while relishing in the spoiled musings of a person who's never wanted for anything.

rafe relents, mercifully rutting into her as his thumb rubs a certain finger. 

"sooner or later, i'm putting a ring on this hand." 

giggling despite herself, she abruptly leans back to inspect his pupils.

"how high are you?" 

the friction of shifting pressure reluctantly betrays a soft spot in his chainmail cloak. the levity of the moment envelops them in warmth. a brilliant rarity peeks through between the velvety curtain of annoyance: contentment. 

even so, rafe doesn't allow the foreign state of mind or the white-hot burn of pleasure to distract him from his prior ambition. 

"kid, if i was high right now, we'd be halfway to the courthouse." 

she simply shakes her head and buries her face back into the crook of his neck.

rafe has an affinity for grandstanding. she hardly, if ever, took him at his word, simultaneously too smart and too skeptical to make his words into something more than he meant. sometimes, he said things because he needed to know how they tasted, and others, her on-again-off-again boyfriend just wanted to hear the sound of his own voice.

he is impulsive and unreliable, and no amount of love will change that.

rafe relinquishes her wrists in favor of her neck. his palm burns the nape as it keeps her a prisoner to his greedy, electric gaze.

the dull throb mounting under his touch cannot hold a candle to the heartbeat palpitating between her thighs. major and minor, the muscles twitch in anticipation as they, too, are overwhelmed by the casual display of dominance. 

he brings her forehead to rest against his. a novel softness in his voice fans across her gently parted lips. "i know you think i'm bullshitting you, but not this time. i'm so fucking serious, kid. the proof's at home in the top right drawer of my desk."

her disbelief persists, manifesting in an uncouth snort. 

"yeah, right." 

rafe scoffs at the sarcasm-dipped quip; the unwavering effort to make his life more difficult at every turn was actually sort of endearing, he hated to admit. 

"i've had it since our graduation... just never found the right moment, i guess," he shrugs, quieter now.

rafe knows a smidge of feigned ambivalence won't detract from the heated, earnest implication beaming behind his irises. 

the claim is substantiated by her quirked-brow baiting, an act that leaves him frantically fishing for his keys.

if they’re lucky, they might make it to the driveway. 

but the stars underestimate the proprietorial hunger of the kook prince, because they get three lights from the club before rafe parks the ford by the roadside. 

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[rollforfocus]

Happy Pride month! Join the Roll for Focus team as they play "All the Last Goodbyes" by Saga McKenzie.

The famous retired adventurer Lady Adelaide wishes to find amends. To do so, she hires Desire and Buck, two up-and-coming adventurers, and Pallas, an older librarian, to escort her on her journey. The first stop takes them to a celebrating village where they will have to use all their skills and wiles to secure an invitation by dancing, eating and, of course, hunting turnips.

Warnings: explicit language, end of life discussion

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[greyias]

Still poking my way very slowly through Act 1 of BG3 with my half-elf pally girl, Aravyn, and just had the best series of quests/encounters that hit me a little in the feels.

So, long long ago, when WotC was starting to play test 5e, I started to attend some D&D Encounter sessions at a local comic/game shop, where we'd use some random pre-rolled character sheets to play. And I got handed the following:

This randomized Paladin who, for some reason, was also a wandering minstrel. I got to play her for all of one session, and unfortunately never was able to attend any more sessions (for reasons). Yet this yodeling Paladin has lived rent-free in my head for years, but had never found a group to play with in the years following.

So when I realized that I might be able to bring a version of her to life in BG3, I leapt on the chance and gave her the Entertainer background, and despaired a little that I couldn't multiclass her into Bard in Explorer Mode (although there is a mod for that).

I found a lute on the beach, played it very badly in camp and got yelled at by Lae'zel for it. And then, I wandered a little bit outside of the Druid's camp, to find a Tiefling bard singing so badly a bunch of squirrels were wailing with despair.

Having failed so spectacularly in serenading the camp, it would have been smart for poor Aravyn to just talk her way through this encounter. But here she was, being offered a lute and a chance to inspire someone with music.

And she knocked it out of the park -- being gifted the lute of the bard's deceased lover mentor as thanks for helping her break out of writer's block. (I mean, I get it. I feel that pain Alfira)

Mood™

Right afterwards, because I refuse to take a long rest while still full up on spell slots, I kept the party exploring, and encountered the harpy ambush at the beach. And we died. A lot. Especially in a frontal assault. So finally as a last ditch effort before having to put off saving the tiny child being lured in as a harpy snack for a better leveled party, I just had Aravyn sneak up behind and yeet herself from the harpy nest straight at the beasty ladies on the rock where they were hiding.

As you do.

Anyway, Shadowheart joined her, because what else should a healer do but leap into the fray and harm's way? (there was no way this was going to work, so what did I have to lose but my pride, I told myself) And as both holy ladies started swinging away wildly while the warlock and wizard looked on from above, I found myself wishing I really had some levels in bard in order to use countersong* to nullify the crooning harpy below slowly luring a little tiefling child to his doom.

After exhausting all actions and bonus actions, and since I had Lihala's lute already equipped with nothing else to do in between rounds I was like "...fuck it, we rock", and started blasting a song.

My Paladin, apparently, while fighting a bunch of harpies.

And I don't know if it was just a quirk of the dice rolls, but it worked. On his next round, the tiefling child immediately was able to break free of the song, which was the first time that had happened in all five tries and started running the fuck away. And I was like "...wait what?" and so after kicking ass on the next round, played again. And he was able to resist again and kept running further away while the harpies were distracted tearing the party to pieces.

No one in the party got charmed while Aravyn was playing her heart out, and by guzzling a lot of healing potions, they were able to just manage to squeak out a win. Bloodied and burning through all of their spell slots, they were victorious.

Uh, so yeah. Apparently I unintentionally recreated the end of season 4 of Stranger Things (with less tragedy!), and saved a little kid with the power of rock and roll while using the lute of slain bard. And damn, if that's not a true D&D experience I don't know what is. So I think it's safe to say that Larian has been able to somewhat recapture some of that lightning in a bottle feeling of playing a tabletop RPG in this game.

(even if that was all luck of dice rolls and playing the lute did nothing, I'm headcanoning Ari was channeling Lihala's spirit, because that's a far better story)

[tilthedayidice]

could you do a genderfluid pride flag? :3c

Genderfluid- a non-fixed gender identity that shifts over time or depending on the situation. These fluctuations can occur at the level of gender identity or gender expression.

[hey-imma-fangirl]

🌈Happy Pride Month Everyone!!🏳️‍🌈

[sheridanprideclub]

To wrap things up for the semester, we'll be winding down with another gayme night happening tomorrow from 6pm-8pm. We'll bring playing cards. Members are welcomed to bring their games or game ideas for everyone to enjoy!

If there's a lot of interest in online games, we can connect in the Club Meeting Room Discord voice channel. We hope to see everyone there!

Image description: a gradient green-blue-purple starry background with a dark geometric shape. Snowflakes are all around the graphic, with a white outlined graphic of standard playing cards and a pair of hot pink game dice. "Davis Pride Club. Gayme Night: Chill Edition. November 29, 2024. 6pm-8pm. Davis Campus C318." Two pop-up windows with text that reads, "Playing cards will be provided. We encourage members to bring their games or game ideas! If there's interest in online games, we'll meet in the Club Meeting Room voice channel on Discord!" End description.

[roll-for-headmate]

hi! can we request a headmate who has a high level of authority? someone who's able to lead a group with ease and efficiency. preferably masc and in his 30-40s

⟣ COMMISSION ACCEPTED

Thank you, dear patron, for your commission! We have located a guild member who fits your criteria. Feel free to make any modifications necessary so they can assist you more effectively!

One seasoned adventurer with an air of authority below the cut:

₊⁺໒ Name: Gadhan, Augnoth, Anram, Lorwent

₊⁺໒ Race: Half-Goliath/Half-Aasimar

₊⁺໒ Subrace: Scourge Aasimar

₊⁺໒ Class: Paladin

₊⁺໒ Subclass:Oath of the Crown

₊⁺໒ Background: Soldier

₊⁺໒ Faith/Deity: Faithless

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₊⁺໒ Age (by Race): 38

₊⁺໒ Sex: Male

₊⁺໒ Gender: Cis man

₊⁺໒ Pronouns: He/him

₊⁺໒ Orientation: Grey-ace aromantic

₊⁺໒ Personality: A seasoned veteran-turned-commander, he seems intimidating at face value. He takes himself and his work incredibly seriously, in a way that commands respect from all of his comrades. Others look to him in times of need as if it’s second nature, and he keeps his cool under duress as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. Maintaining appearances is crucial for him, as he finds it easier to assert his authority (and easier for others to trust in said authority) if he is well-groomed and looks well-put-together. 

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₊⁺໒ Roles: Protector, Diffuser, Assidumate

₊⁺໒ CisIDs: Brown hair, beard, green eyes, grey skin, autism, father, knight, married, vitiligo

₊⁺໒ TransIDs: transSuperiorDarkvision, transWings, nullPupils, goldamian, trisGiant, transReligious

₊⁺໒ Color Palette:

₊⁺໒ Themes: Pride, Royalty, Stone

₊⁺໒ Faceclaim(s):

I'm pretty sure I can count on one hand the number of mascs we've rolled. I think our dice are weighted /silly

[shewhowas39]

3, 6, 11 & 35 for Junestarion <3

oooh okay love these

3. Do they wear each other's clothes? the minute they become a "real couple" June starts stealing Astarion's clothes. shirts, trousers, all of it. she's the same height as him, just not as broad, so the length is always right, just needs to be belted. at first Astarion is like "excuse you!" but then realizes very quickly he's extremely into seeing her in his clothes and encourages the behavior lol

6. Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other? Astarion would the be one to beg in this instance, terrified of losing something he cares about after so long of telling himself not to care for that exact reason. i think June would be the one more likely to have to leave for Astarion's safety because of the whole Bhaapspawn thing.

11. Do either try to hide their emotions when upset? Can the other still tell? June absolutely cannot hide when she's upset. the girl is a crybaby who wears her heart on her sleeve. Astarion would try to hide his emotions out of pride. whether or not June can tell would come down to a dice roll, in DnD terms, because he has a good decpetion score and she has a good insight score. so it can go either way. the real trick is if Astarion actually hides it or if he lets it slip that he's upset through petty little snark comments.

35. Who's more artistic? i'd say pretty equal in this instance! Astarion has his sewing, something he is discovering and learning throughout the course of Juniper & Starlight in the background. June is a pretty good singer and will eventually learn to play the lute (to fulfill a promise she made.) so yeah, i'm going with equal on this one!

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Ioke (Kingdom of Ichor)

Age- 45 (immortal)

Location- Lunar district, New Olympus

Personality- An observant individualist, she's comfortable being in the background, noticing the details of her surroundings that most people overlook. She's also resourceful, independent, & a self described feminist. She's dating.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. As the goddess of pursuit, tumult, & battle rout her other powers/abilities include enhanced speed (not to the extent of other messenger deities like Hermes or Iris, but far greater than her sister-in-law), invisibility, enhanced combat skills, and power/energy redirection.

Ioke is the younger sister of Homadus (god of the battle-din). She has one child- a daughter Alala (goddess of the war cry). Other members of Ioke's immediate family include her mother Machai (goddess of battlefield combat), her sister-in-law Proioxis (goddess of attack, onrush, & battlefield pursuit), her niece Anaideia (goddess of ruthlessness, shamelessness, & unforgiveness), and her nephew Olethrus (Olly) (god of havoc).

She lives on the outskirts of the Lunar neighborhood in New Olympus in a sturdy log cabin house (which she built herself) near the Nightfall Forest. The interior design is casual & athletic with leather furniture, metal furniture pieces, and various animal fur rugs & decorative pelts. The sword that Ioke used during the war (which was forged from Imperial Gold) proudly hangs on display on the main wall of the living room. Its name is Lightstriker. The color scheme of her place is neutral shades of ivory, steel blue, pastel green, & gray. Ioke has a few pets- a few vizslas and siberian huskies. Their names are Dash, Echo, Kai, Timber, Ghost, Amber, Sienna, and Zara.

She can run throughout Olympius in less than 10 minutes compared to Hermes who can make the distance in a few seconds tops!

Ioke always starts off her mornings with a run along with her dogs through the forest. She'll then go on a walk with them through Eaglepoint Park before stopping by the Power Zone gym for a high intensity cardio workout. Because of her overzealousness in running, she has unintentionally damaged a few treadmills!

She used to be married to Polemos (god of the war cry). Their initial relationship started from a brief hookup and before Ioke knew it, they were married & expecting a child. They both grew comfortable with the fact that their marriage was a loveless one. She was well aware of the fact that he was carrying on with Hybris (goddess of insolence, hubris, & reckless pride). The only shared moment of genuine care and mutual respect between Ioke & Polemos was the birth of their daughter. She views her divorce as a "second birthday."

A go-to drink for her is coconut water. She also likes beer, cola, coconut milk, ginger ale, Strengthify ionized water, red wine, gin & tonics, classic martinis, and mojitos. Her usuals from The Roasted Bean include an olympian sized dark roast coffee, a large iced tea, & a large iced green tea.

Ioke and her daughter have never been super close, not even when Alala was a kid. Sometimes she feels insecure and envious over the close bond Alala shares with her father. Ioke once jokingly remarked that Polemos was her daughter's "true mother." She still makes the effort to reach out to her daughter with a check-in text here and there as well as a bimonthly visit. A small stride has been made with Alala inviting her Ioke to a "girl's trip" of sorts to Lemnos in the summer!

A typical breakfast for her is a large bowl of Golly Grains salted caramel curls cereal. Her other favorite flavor is the s'mores one. She also likes the chorizo breakfast hash she makes that has scrambled eggs, diced jalapeños, scallions, chopped hash browns, sour cream, salsa, & potatoes as well as slices of toasted wheat bread topped with fig jam.

Ioke loves her brother, even if she feels like he's behaving like a "total asshat." She was the one who came to Homadus' defense when he got into financial trouble and even offered for him & his family to stay at her place till they got back on their feet. Now, she knows better than to offer her brother a loan or anything that resembles financial help. A pasttime that they both partake in that fade away all their stresses is cooking, especially when Ioke stops by the motorhome park for a visit. They'll usually end out the day pigging out on jibaritos & beer while watching wrestling on their smartphones.

She's always felt that her mom had always been to harsh on her, even when Ioke was young. She also feels as though Machai puts Homadus on a pedestal & babies him too much, despite him being a grown ass deity well into his hundreds! Their mother-daughter relationship has gotten better since Ioke's divorce, with them talking on the phone more often. She looks forward to her mom's home cooked meal of mofongo and jibaritos with arroz con gandules when Machai comes over to her cabin.

Her favorite frozen treat is rocky road ice cream.

She loves listening to rap and rock music.

Ioke is a HUGE fan of indie and professional motor racing. Every year she looks forward to the Olympian Grand Prix, the most widely known & exclusive motor racing event in all of Olympius. Even with her status as a minor deity, pictures of her taken by the paparazzi has been at these events. She also frequents auto shows too!

A guilty pleasure for her is an olympian burger along with olympian sized onion rings from Olympic Chef.

A secret desire of hers has been to start up a car collection.

Ioke is the common shoulder to cry on for her sister-in-law Proioxis when she laments about her financial situation and marriage. She doesn't try and give advice, instead remaining non-judgemental & supportive.

Though she lives frugally, she doesn't mind splurging every so often on her dogs, racing events, auto shows, and sneakers.

Her favorite thing to get from The Bread Box is the french dip sandwich (with extra dip).

For income she models for/endorses Momentum & Vita!, the athleisure brand of Nike (goddess of victory).

Ioke's best friend in the pantheon is Ichnaea (goddess of tracking). She's even the noná to her daughter Phyge (goddess of escape) who's a couple months old. Ioke loves visiting Ichnaea and her family in Phrygia, where the two go on hunting trips!

She's also friends with Dyssebeia (goddess of ungodliness & impiety), Axiótimos (god of honor), Palaestra (goddess of wrestling), Lelantos (Lantos) (Titan god of air, the unseen, & hunting), Nárkosi (goddess of sedation), Pallas (Titan god of battle & warcraft), Auge (goddess of first daylight), Limos (goddess of starvation & famine), Taygete (one of The Pleiades), and Lycana (Titaness of lycanthropy).

She's aware of her ex-husband's new wife Enyo (goddess of war, destruction, bloodlust, & devastation) having briefly met her. Ioke holds no ill will towards her.

Her all time favorite dessert is the coconut cake from Hollyhock's Bakery.

As for her love life, Ioke is currrently dating an up-and coming mortal race car driver named Valerio Baros. They first met at a high class auto show and she asked him out on a date a few weeks later at a racing event. She's enjoying her time with him and not placing any expectations on both of them. Ioke says that his kisses makes her go weak in the knees.

In her free time Ioke enjoys boxing, working out, go-karting, basketball, archery, football (soccer), rollerblading, playing pool, cooking, reading, spending time with her dogs, spending time with her friends, swimming, and spending time with her family.

Her all time favorite meal is pastelón.

"While we are postponing, life speeds by."

[sageysartsanddreams]

Made a Shaded example for the Dice Set YCH Using Prince. Dice are based off a set we have.

And even though this is a new YCH this also falls under my 15% off discount 💜

$10 Flatcolor, $15 Shaded

+$3 for Major Species Alterations

Any Species Welcome

You choose Dice & Background Colors

Pride Colors Welcome 💜