#skitposting

[skitariiposting]

[kitto-paint]

"so, Magos is size 6 and Skitarii size 4, so from magos perspective they are very small" (old rpg doodle)

[feelinjustpeachy14]

I’ve been so bussyyyy aa I was barely able to make this! Hope you enjoy!

[snudibranchs]

i did the thibg

[im-skitariiposting-i-swear]

Hi @official-megumin 👋 very cool to have you as a mutual cause I like your posts. You're always in my feed not only due to me following you but also because I've got like 4 or 5 mutuals who consistently reblog your-

your... posts... as...

Huh.

That's weird. I just had some Deja Vu.

[jerrys-wbwv]

favourite gw and non gw model?

My favorite GW one is such an obvious and boring answer, but...

There's a reason the skitarii ranger alpha was my pfp until I got one commissioned from plas, it's just the quintessential skitarii model. I'd stage a whole army of these if I could afford enough start collecting boxes to make 2000 points worth of them.

If I had to choose one that *isn't* skitarii related, I'd have to go with the Plagueburst Crawler

It's so funky and is such a weird shape. Looks like a roomba and a tank had a baby and it came out as a doorstop. It makes me really sad this model is out of print now :\ My favorite non-gw model is still this fella

Say what you will about proxies and 3D printing, but GW's GUO model can't hold a candle this one. It's so much higher res, it feels like it's got so much more weight to it, it's not sitting on its ass so you're not stuck picturing it scooting its butt along the ground like a dog with worms, the alternate parts that come with it for weapons, faces, bodies and poses all dwarf the Games workshop great unclean one.

In case it wasn't obvious, secretly deep down I'm a huge papa nurgle fanboy. They were my first army, and I still love and cherish my models from them. But I can't for the life of me bring myself to play them on table. I'd have to run plague chaos blueberries with them in order to make them somewhat viable, and that means I have to run less daemons, which makes me sad cause the whole reason I want to run them is for the daemons!

[zzzora]

Dagens Nyheter rapporterar om de viktigaste upptäckterna 🦇🍆💦

[gammija]

hello!! your absolutely delightful tiefling jon art just popped up on my dash and I am now overcome with the urge to figure out everyone’s dnd classes + draw them out myself. wanted to thank u for the inspiration and also ask if you’d like to be credited if i ever end up posting it. thank u for sharing such fun art!!

Thank you for the kind ask!!

If you end up posting some dnd-tma, no need to credit me; 'what class/species would this character be' isn't an original enough idea, i mean, jonny and alex even assigned everyone classes in a s4 q&a. but it IS very fun and i love to see people's takes on it!

[nyalternatehellkitten]

"Seems to be a common sentiment in Gensokyou... not that I disagree."

"Because it's correct. It is okay."

[lokasxnna]

To Hold Me Like Water

Pairing: Astarion/GN!Reader or Astarion/GN!Tav Word Count: 1.4k+

Notes: This fic was completely inspired by this post by @skitpost. It's just a little fluff piece exploring Astarion's ears. It's my first fic ever, and it the first time I’ve written something that wasn’t a research paper in years. I was just really inspired to write something for Astarion. A huge thanks to the incredibly talented @redrocketpanda for editing this for me and making amazing suggestions on how to fix it up!

You had always been intrigued by Astarion’s ears. 

Though you would never dare admit your fascination to him or anyone else in your party, you routinely caught yourself watching how his delicately pointed ears subtly twitched whenever he was listening intently to his surroundings. In fact, the way his ears moved ever so slightly when he became particularly emotive was one of the first things that endeared him to you after he made your acquaintance by throwing you to the ground and holding his blade to your throat.

His ears were irritatingly distracting to you, and you longed to touch them. Partly because you were curious how they would feel against your fingertips, and partly because you yearned to see his reaction. You had never touched an elf’s ears before, and you had heard rumors that they were particularly sensitive.

Your relationship with Astarion had progressed in an altogether unpredictable manner over the past few months. What had begun with flirtatious banter and trysts in the woods had developed into something much more profound and intimate. Yet no matter how close you felt emotionally and physically to Astarion, you could never quite convince yourself to reach out and caress his ears. The thought perplexed you. It didn’t matter that you had shared your body with Astarion and known the feeling of his skin against yours - the sheer act of providing a gentle, comforting touch to what you assumed was a particularly sensitive part of his body felt far too intimate. 

You assumed your daydreams would remain simply that, until one evening in camp.

The evening had started as typical, with your party enjoying a simple dinner. The day’s battle against an Absolutist stronghold had been particularly bloody, and your friends were exhausted as they sat around the campfire, barely sharing a word. They had all retired early in preparation for the fight ahead, and you and Astarion had withdrawn to his tent to perform what had become one of your nightly rituals. 

There had been subtle changes in Astarion’s character since he defeated Cazador and gained true freedom. Rather than hiding his true emotions with sarcasm and charm, he had gradually become more sincere in his interactions with you. Despite this, there were certain parts of him that you assumed would never change, one of the most irritating being his vanity. What had started as a joking offer to pick the remnants of battle from Astarion’s perfectly coiffed locks had become a near nightly routine for the two of you.

Astarion lay languidly between your thighs, his weight resting entirely against your chest as he read through another one of his countless tomes. The two of you sat in silence as you meticulously began removing the gore from his still nearly perfectly wavy hair. He occasionally hummed in appreciation or made a stray sarcastic comment about your hands being too rough for his liking, but the two of you were relatively silent during this time, simply enjoying one another’s company and the dimming glow of the fire.

Tonight, Astarion’s hair was caked in some particularly dense patches of dried blood, and your typical routine was simply not enough to cleanse him to his liking. You had aided him in bathing in a nearby stream prior to this, your hands massaging and tracing his muscles as you removed dried blood and dirt from his skin. He had been unwilling to completely submerge himself in the water, and thus you had resorted to using a damp rag to lift the small amount of remaining blood from his hair and scalp. He appeared at ease against your body as you gently scrubbed with the rag. As the exhaustion of the day set in, your hands became sloppy in their movements as you rushed to finish the task so that you could sleep. Your eyes felt heavy, and you weren’t aware of your proximity to his ears until it was too late. 

Your fingers delicately grazed the tip of Astarion’s ear for just a moment, your boddy immediately tensing in response. Astarion’s breath hitched in his chest, the muscles of his back tense against your chest. You couldn’t see his expression from this angle, but you assumed it expressed discomfort.

“I’m sorry, Astarion. I didn’t mean to,” you practically whispered, a sudden fear taking root in your chest. Astarion remained silent, but he did not immediately move to leave you. Your mind began racing, trying desperately to figure out how to fix the situation.

“It’s…quite alright, darling,” he stated. He slowly turned his head to face you. The first thing you noticed was the uncertainty in his eyes as they cast downward - then the slight blush to his cheeks. As his eyes returned to yours, you began to piece together what had happened - Astarion had enjoyed your gentle touch.

“I’ve never been touched like that before.” His words were quiet and tinged with an uncertainty and lack of confidence you rarely witnessed. 

“Did you like it?” you asked, a blush beginning to creep onto your face against your wishes as you began to hope against hopes that Astarion would allow you to touch him again.

Astarion thought carefully for a moment before slowly nodding his head. “You know I love your touch, pet,” he attempted to smirk. You knew him too well -  this was an attempt to hide his apparent embarrassment and confusion with his usual sarcasm. Yet he seemed to know the charade was no use with you. He sighed. “I did enjoy it,” he stated plainly, allowing himself to lean back against you in defeat.

“Would you like me to do it again?” you questioned, waiting with bated breath.

Astarion’s eyes met yours again. Despite the conflict you could see within his eyes, you also saw the inherent trust he had in you and your relationship. “I think I would like that,” he whispered.

You smiled reassuringly at your lover as you gestured for him to lie back against your chest once more. He quickly complied, closing his eyes as his head rested against your chest once more. You could still feel some residual tension in his muscles as you prepared your hand. You started by gingerly running your fingers through his mostly cleaned hair, faintly scratching his scalp with the edges of your fingernails. Astarion began to relax against you once more as you massaged his scalp. Once his breathing slowed and he began melting to your touch, you allowed yourself to carefully begin tracing the outer shell of his ear with your index finger. 

Astarion kept his eyes shut, his head turning toward your touch, as if seeking it. 

As your fingers began to trace the pointed tip of his ear, you heard him release a sigh.  A smug smile began to pull at the corners of your mouth as you watched the normally ever-composed man melt into your touch. This is what you had desired for so long, and you now realized that you had admired Astarion’s ears not because they were so different from your own, but because they were his. Pride swelled in your chest as you realized you were the first to touch your lover’s ears and make him feel this way. This was uncharted territory for the both of you, and you were not going to let the moment go to waste. The outer shell of his ear felt firm and strong against the gentle touch of your fingertips. You admired the subtle variations in Astarion’s breathing as your index finger danced from his lower ear to the tip. You lavished particular attention to the tip of his ear, staring in near wonder as it twitched against your hand in response. Once you were certain Astarion was comfortable with it, you allowed your second hand to begin tracing the shell of his other ear. The elf looked at ease in your hands.

It was then that you realized you were probably the first person in centuries to see Astarion in any state of vulnerability.

Tears stung at the corners of your eyes as you continued your gentle ministrations. After a few minutes, he gently reached for your hands, letting you know that his sensitive ears were beginning to feel overstimulated by your touch. When he turned his head and observed your soft features and the tears you attempted to hide, he repositioned himself to kneel between your thighs. His deft hands carefully clasped your cheeks, and he pressed his forehead to yours.

“This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it,” he whispered, then slowly pressed a gentle, yet firm kiss to your lips.

[skitariiposting]

Fun times in the warhammer discord

[valtionrautatiet-official]

Seuraavana: Cohost. Nästa: Cohost. The next stop: Cohost.

Kaikille VR-aiheista paska- ym. postausta kaipaaville tiedoksi annettakoon, että sama meno jatkuu nykyään Cohostissa. Eli jos haluat elämääsi uudelleen suomalaisen raidenörtin joka esittää VR:ää, kannattaa suunnata osoitteeseen https://cohost.org/valtionrautatiet-official

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Järnvägs-skitposting fortsätter i Cohost, och falsk-statsjärvägarna kan hittas fortfarande i https://cohost.org/valtionrautatiet-official

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Those who wished for a continuation of this blog can rejoice, for the fake account of the Finnish national rail operator has risen again and can be found at https://cohost.org/valtionrautatiet-official

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(Niin ja kun ainakin @pupucino oli ihmetellyt tämän blogin kuolleistanousemista pääsiäisenä: en ollut tajunnut, että vaikka queuen laittaa tauolla niin Tumppu kuitenkin postaa queuen kanssa samassa listassa olevat ajastetut postaukset alkuperäisen aikataulun mukaan. Nyt queue on tyhjätty ja kaikki ajastetut postaukset poistettu, eli tähän blogiin ei tule enempää sisältöä).

[snudibranchs]

Years later and this feature still tickles me pink

[im-skitariiposting-i-swear]

Hey skulduggery have you seen this boy!?

https://cults3d.com/en/3d-model/art/emotional-support-ranger

[jerrys-wbwv]

What got you into warhammer?:0

Long, long ago, I used to 3D print and paint miniatures for the D&D campaigns I ran. One day, whilst doing this, one of my friends asked if they could come over and paint minis with me, and I said "yeah sure!" While I painted my D&D stuff, he painted his guardsmen. Midway through, he asked if I ever considered trying warhammer out, and I said, "I'd love to, it looks like fun and I've played tabletop wargames before at friends' houses previously, but I'm a broke college student who barely affords food and resin for my only hobby at this point. I can't afford to sell my soul to Games Worshop." And he just looked at me and said,"Why not just print warhammer minis?" Which had me physically take pause and contemplate those words.

So I said "eh, why not" cracked open Battlescribe and made a shitty Nurgle Daemon army, found free proxies online, and used my D&D mini painting experience and a couple 40k tutorials to paint my first couple of minis.

After actually learning how to play the game, I sadly realized, "Oh. I don't like playing nurgle. Which sucks cause I love how the minis look." So logically, my next step was to actually read what the factions do instead of latching onto a faction that I enjoy visually like I did with nurgle.

If you believe that, I have some beachfront property in Oklahoma to sell you.

I took one more look at the factions, saw admech and fell head over heels.

And slowly but surely, that led me to here.

Here's a pic of my Great Unclean One. Since I had a bunch of experience painting monsters and such for D&D, I didn't need to change up my painting techniques too much. It was once I got into technology and guns and whatnot that I had to start upping my game.

[sad-boy-hank]

I hope everyone who ships me with sheriff goes to hell no matter what