#so no spoilers pls ty :)

[deerspherestudios]

One of the backgrounds for Day 2! I actually had so much fun drawing this one <3

Just one more background to go for Progress 2!

[unipacas]

people are finally shipping peter and miguel and i’ve been waiting literal years for it. im eating. im devouring. here’s some old art from my spidey zine (there is more miguel in there btw 😈)

[lovereadandwrite]

he cooked ! he served !! HE ATE😮‍💨🥵

[thesamestarlight]

yassen gregorovich. character of all time. he’s a contract killer. he’s babygirl. he makes no damn sense. compels me though

[recovering-vamp]

[punkbeetleart]

I drew Sir Morpheus Sandman and i dont think i ever posted it here so here ya go

[fatummortem]

[doctor-who-war-doctor]

Yall don't be mad but-

I said what I said.

[gyroshrike]

A king and his knight? Unwavering in loyalty and unparalleled in humor?? This dynamic was spoon fed to you all and you didn't slurp it up immediately???

[poncivalpishpuff]

My NeverAfter OC (warning spoilers up to ep 6ish)

Princess Catrìona

 Sister of Kate Crackernuts

  (Kah-tree-nah) The Scottish Gaelic name for Katherine (Kate)

The story of Kate Crackernuts

"Kate Crackernuts" is a Scottish fairy tale collected by Andrew Lang in the Orkney Islands and published in Longman's Magazine in 1889. The tale is about a princess who rescues her beautiful sister from an evil enchantment and a prince from a wasting sickness caused by dancing nightly with the fairies.

In the original version, both sisters have the name “Kate” and are the same age.

First Neverafter (Ep1-3]

Closely follows the original tale, with the dark times coming after their story ‘ended’

Both grew up in a Small forgotten kingdom bordering Jubilee

Catríona is the daughter of the King and Kate Crackernuts is the daughter of the new Queen (The Stepmother)

The Hen-wife and the Stepmother on the third try trick her into losing her beautiful head and switching it for a sheep’s one when she is 18

Kate grabbed Catríona's human head and they ran away to fend for themselves, where they came upon the kingdom of Jubilee

Kate finds that one of King Cole’s sons is sick, and goes on to watch him for three nights, following him to the Green-hill where faeries force him to dance the night away

Over three nights Kate gets the cures for her sister and the prince

Kate Crackernuts reunited Catríona with her human head and healed King Cole’s sick son from the wasting

The sick, now healed, son marries Kate and the good son marries the ill, now healed, Catríona [Their Happily Ever After]

As the war came to Jubilee they fought alongside their husbands and died on the battlefield at the age of 24

Present day post merging of the two lives:

The faeries of the Green-hill bring back Catriona into the new world

as something (the Stepmother) has reached Kate first,

they didn’t want to summon either of the princesses, but the princes have disappeared, due to Jubilee not existing, in this new version

the Mother Goose putting Old King Cole in the book, and his kingdom disappearing from the Neverafter [fairies and Catriona don’t know this]

in this world the Stepmother has stolen her human head and locked Kate away somewhere, stopping them both from escaping together

The second world Catriona had left her father’s castle on her own scared of her Stepmother who stole her head and of what the people would say of her sheep head.

Neither sister completed their set stories

Fairies task Catriona with finding the source of the stories going missing and bring it to them, for Catriona and Kate cannot have their happily ever after if their princes doesn’t exist

Throughout her journey in her second life, she has started to doubt the sincerity of the fairies, but for the major part still sees them as the preferable side and an opponent to The Stepmother

Returned around the same time as PCs despite dying much earlier than the group, the faeries were reluctant to employ a princess and spent more time trying to find other methods, the reluctance is noticeable to Catriona when she is in the in-between with the faeries of the Green-Hill

we'll see what happens in Tuffeton, but I think she would be tailing the party after hearing news of the disappearance of the massive spider that had taken the village previously

Her new body/skills

the stepmother still has her human head and in turn, Catriona now has the head of a ewe with curling horns she can use to ram her opponents. [Minotaur reskin]

she speaks with a sheepish lisp as she had to reteach herself how to speak common as she initially could only bleat when her head was stolen

she can speak to any type of sheep, and understands some goat tongue

This Catriona has been wondering the Neverafter after running away, studying magic as a force to rescue her sister, and combat the Stepmother [3rd level Fighter Eldritch Knight]

Break down of her Image

The head is of a Scottish Blackface sheep, where the ewes also have horns The armour is believed to be dated around 1515 from Greenwich, England, and belonged to Henry VIII The sword is a European sword dated around 1400AD The page is from a 16th Century manuscript written in Latin, Scots, and Gaelic

Again all original art and character designs are by Giuseppe Lama

[fbfh]

Okay I'm taking a break for a day or two bc burnout and I'm watching supernatural and would like to inform you that Dean Winchester is another person who can't play house. He insists it's because he's a lone wolf player ladies man bachelor type, but once he sees that you're comfortable around him??? That he's familiar and known and comforting to you???? There's the oh shit I'm in trouble lol moment. He thinks there's still a way out of this with his emotional walls in tact, there's still a chance he can come out of this without admitting he desperately wants a cozy domestic life with someone as sweet as you, then you touch his arm. You literally just have to touch his arm to get him to crumble. want bonus points?? want to grab his heart by the balls and hold it in your hand forever?? run your hands up and down his chest a little while you talk to him. that really is all it takes. he can't even process what you're saying because you're fucking altering his brain chemistry. his mind is just a bunch of overlayed images of you being absolutely precious while loud dial up noises play. he blinks hard a few times trying to come out of it but it doesn't help. nothing can help him now. all he wants is you, for you to keep holding his hand with both of yours like that, to feel you snuggle into his side under warm covers, to wake up when you wiggle out of his grip the next morning only for you to whisper "just getting some coffee" and press a kiss to his stubbly cheek and watch you pull on his shirt and keep watching you until you're out of his sight. Dean would never ever survive being put in a cozy little domestic situation with you. He'd kill the devil and god with one punch just to get back into your arms after something like that. it's so warm and soft and you're literally everything he's ever needed. he stands no chance. zero. kiss his cheek and pat his chest affectionately and call him your man because he is. he is your man after experiencing one of those things, let alone all of them.

[certainchopshopcheesecake]

Ok so I watched the hunger games movies a while ago,and I look at fandom work and stuff. Ik it's always worth it to read the book but I js wanna know on a scale of 1-10 HOW bad pls. Ik it's not gonna be a 2 or anything and sorry for annoying anyone😭

[fogwarden]

The Crow and the Shepherd: Excerpt from a Pathfinder Campaign

((A bit of context, skip straight to the read more for the good stuff. The following is the backstory for my character in my Wrath of the Righteous campaign. For the unaware, the plot is that there's a giant hole in the world known as the Sarkoris Scar or the Worldwound from which an endless tide of demons is flowing forth, barely contained by the nation of Mendev. Initially, all I had for a character concept was that I wanted to wield a lantern staff and had some loose ideas for using the "corruption" system from Horror Adventures, which my DM was all too happy to help with. I did my best to incorporate a fair amount of the existing worldbuilding for Pathfinder's setting with the help of many wiki tabs, though, but that's all the important stuff.))

Positioned between the undead-prone wastes of Lastwall and the violence pouring from the ever-gaping mouth of the Sarkoris Scar, it is no wonder that the Ustalavic town of Grayce sought little more than peace. And though she was far from the only deity who the residents prayed to for protection day in and day out, it was the empyreal lord Andoletta who perhaps best reflected the town's beliefs and values. A shepherd of the weak and protector of innocents as well as the steward of Requius, she was in many ways the patron saint of those seeking a simple rest away from the eternal war between good and evil.

It is no wonder that Tisma, who was already different from most of the town, felt otherwise on this issue as well. ***

Tisma Phorganna was already a stranger from the moment she was born. Her mother, though she returned hand-in-hand with a member of Ustalav's navy, was a Varisian nomad- a former member of the caravan, and already pregnant at that. Her father had saved her from a band of Razmiran zealots while sailing Lake Encarthan, but neither she nor her unborn child escaped unaffected. Tisma was born with a third eye, and as much as her parents taught her to greet others with politeness and cover the mutation with her bangs, there was no chance of the town truly accepting the odd family. It didn't help that Tisma was by all accounts a peculiar kid, though whether that was due to her social isolation or was inherent to her character is… debatable. Much of her early childhood was spent exploring the town by her lonesome, befriending a few of the elderly and wandering the riverside. Things were only truly set in motion when, at age 9, her curiosity and lack of self-preservation instincts lead her tumbling of Chapel Bridge and into the freezing waters of the Path River below.

Medically, Tisma was dead for about 34 seconds before the priestess of Pharasma arrived to resuscitate. And while Tisma escaped with no lingering physical affects other than newly-onset asthma, her mind on the other hand…

If Tisma was an odd child before, she was utterly uncanny now. The girl would spend hours speaking to spirits, would learn to dodge snowballs with her eyes shut, would gaze unflinchingly at others with her third eye that seemed to pierce through hearts and minds alike, would spend days on end pouring over tomes in the dark corners of the town's old library until the lantern grew dim and the shadows long and she fled home for fear they'd reach out of the darkness and claw at her robes- a fear born from buried memories of what happened in those 34 seconds between realms.

Her parents did their best to engage Tisma in the faith- both in an attempt to get her friends other than the specters she spoke to on occasion, and in the hopes that it might chase away the dark bags under her eyes and darker shades in her nightmares. And to their surprise, it did seem to be working at first. That same fervent devotion and intense focus that Tisma showed towards old apocrypha and lexicons she now found drawing her towards the tenants and worship of Andoletta, or as Tisma prefers to call her, Grandmother Crow. Quickly, she found the divine magic springing forth from her fingertips, sparks and healing light now guiding her path forwards. But that path, as Tisma would soon find, put her directly in conflict with Andoletta's clergy. While it was understood that Andoletta was an arbiter of justice as well as a protector of the innocent and those unfit to fight, her role as judge was scarcely utilized within her existing worship. A town like Grayce, already surrounded on all sides by conflict and the tragedy that results from such, had no interest in metering out justice with sword and staff. Plenty of townsfolk knew friends or family who gave their lives in the never-ending fight between good and evil, and that grief fostered an insular notion that it was best to stay in the fields where Andoletta could protect her flock from the harrows of war. But when the odd survivor from the crusades would trickle down the Moutray and into the chapel seeking peace, or news of the latest city fallen to the horde would filter into the church pews through hushed whispers, Tisma did not see more evidence that they aught to remain in the pasture. She saw that the world was in need of more shepherds.

er beliefs pushed her social position from simply an outcast to borderline heretical. Her parents did their best to support their daughter while pacifying the growing malcontent amidst the town, but Tisma made the issue easier for them when she expressed that she herself wanted to leave. Outwardly, she spoke that she had grown tired of the library's catalogue and wished to journey out to other founts of knowledge. And to be fair, this wasn't a lie, either. But her parents knew the true motivation behind her coming pilgrimage, and so it was with heavy hearts and long embraces that they bid their only daughter off at age 17 with the best equipment they could manage.

From there, Tisma's wandering brought her to the Ustalavic capital Caliphas. Some basic combat training, a wealth of books for her to consume, and further opportunities to use her magic to heal and protect in equal measure occupied the next few months. But as her connection to Andoletta grew in strength, filling in a part of her spirit she hadn't known was incomplete, so too did her worries. In her dreams lingered a lingering presence. A hole in a ship's hull that could not be patched. And though this allowed her eyes to be more fully opened to Andoletta's truths, it too threw open doors that could not be closed to dark influences. Or, at least, her perception of it as so resulted in the same effect. Evil magic clung to her with unnatural ferocity, and though she did her best to cloak and shield herself with the power of the divine, it felt like only a matter of time before the thing hunting her in her dreams caught up to her.

From there, something occurred. And she does not know what. There is now a dark, looming abyss in Tisma's memory. Like the page of a book with the middle burned to nothing; she can only guess at what that period of time contained based on the singed facts surrounding the unknowable.

It was two and a half weeks during her 20th summer.

Her nightmares had been worsening and she was seeking treatment methods, both arcane and medical.

She was headed north.

She can't find any official record of the caravan she travelled with.

There's scars along her shoulder and left ankle that weren't there before.

And there is something distinctly other lurking over her. Like the weight of a heavy fabric you forget you're shouldering the burden of, or the darkening of the sun setting so slowly you don't notice until it's too late. And it wasn't too late yet, still isn't, but already she can feel her thoughts clouded by something distinctly opposed to the comforting presence of Andoletta's warmth. A terminal poison, tinting the world in acidic hues, and one that is barely kept at bay with her constant focus as is, and yet continues to fester.

Still, there was not to do but continue her journey onwards. Towards the front lines of the crusades, in hopes of finding a place her help was needed. Except now, in addition to her belief in Andoletta's tenants of protection and justice, there was now one more aspect of Grandmother Crow that she prayed to when preparing to face her nightmares once more. That of Andoletta as the ameliorator of the wayward and the aider of redemption.

[mirrorroad]

tragic hero...... 2!

[quarterdollar]

i miss him every day of my life

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

Hi, may I suggest Pawmot(pic below) hugging Scorbunny:3

heck yeah!! :D *disappears from tumblr for a day. emerges and hands you this* here you go! hope this is okay!