- Tim X Anis: The Crow and The Snake -
Tim: I would appreciate someone of your particular skill to join our club, Miss Rusli. Shall we discuss it over a cup of coffee?
Anis: Ala, tidak perlu formal sangat. I will be more than happy to join the club and have that cup of coffee with you.
* Kisses Professor Anderson's cheek *
This is an official post that, Professor Timothy Brian Anderson and Anis Rusli are officially. A couple. The Crow and the Snake. While working on it, I thought about the ship name.
Call it; Timnis or Scalycrow (That's what I can think of for now. Feel free to add-on more ship names)
This piece used quite a few creative approaches. The lines on Tim's shirt were made as an afterthought. The shades are more unified in opacity rather than separate. I love that the half of Tim is feeling the tingle while the other is like; "ohh-la-laa~" looking at Tim's response.
This post used; [The Fiasco of Vials and Flasks]
I should have saved this for Valentine's Day but I'm going to post it as an advance because the Lunar New Year is around the corner. I'm gonna be away for celebration but I will still keep tabs. So, yeah...
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I feel like writing little ficlets while chilling tonight. If anyone wants to throw little prompts in my inbox go for it. It's been a LONG time.
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wrote a draft for session 0 of my next campaign. I always write a little hook/monologue before I have to answer 194747393 questions about the setting, wanted to share it here!!
(edits/criticisms welcome, I only spent like 20 mins on this and there’s bound to be mistakes)
here’s to more of my obsession with Tiamat & Dragons
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You step off your boat, onto a coastline decorated with fishermen, the early morning sun enhancing their sunburnt faces. You watch them; fly fishing the coast or preparing their own boats for castoff, enjoying the peace for the moment you allow yourself.
Leaving the captain of the for-hire ship to handle the rest of docking, you step to the sandy shoreline and onto a dirt path cut into the thick woods. A few feet through and a warm scent wafts up to your nostrils; reminding you of street fairs with their roasting meat & endless jugs of brew. Following the smell, you come upon a quaint town with houses of emerald green and gold, seeming to glisten in the sunlight. In one window a pair of large, glowing yellow eyes looks at you curiously before disappearing back into the shadows of the unlit home.
Taking your first glance upwards, you find yourself taken aback by the sight of hundreds of winged creatures in flight above you. So many different colours, sizes, and shapes it’s impossible to focus clearly on any one of them.
In the distance looms a castle, the red of its walls visible even from its resting place atop a mountain. The top of the castle is lost in the clouds, but a weak amber glow shines through them. How tall is it? You can’t be certain.
As you stare, enjoying a sight some only ever dream of- a glob of flaming goo lands just feet in front of you. Your thoughts are interrupted by the burp of a 20ft tall dragon who’s sat, contentedly licking up his flaming sick.
“Sorry about that! This one’s on a new die- oh. I’ve never seen ye before. New to town? No wonder you’re standing there with that stupid look on your face. Follow me, I’ll help ye find some lodgings.” A nearly toothless man grins, jumping off his mount and patting the disgusting creature on the head. “Seems you’ll be needing all the help we can offer” he chuckles, handing you a ration and linking his arm in yours. “Let’s be off then!! To a bed! My names Timny, by the way! Nice to meetcha!”
And so it begins. A new adventure
(( “invitation” story: One day, while sitting at home eating breakfast, a small bird sized lizard flies into your window and perches upon your table; where it drops you a small scroll held together by a golden ribbon. As you grasp the scroll, the tiny dragon puffs into smoke and disappears. The scroll reads as follows: “Tiamats whispers grow louder, and she has been whispering your name. Make your way to the point on the map below, if you hope to change your fate from one of fire.” As you finish reading each word, they disappear into thin plumes of smoke; revealing pieces of a map laid behind the enchantment. A small X marks an island a few days journey away. ))
((If a character chooses not to take part in the trip to the island right away, they find themselves plagued with nightmares of a five headed dragon during their sleeping hours, and nearly silent whispers in their mind during their waking ones. The map will reappear in any bag, closet or cupboard opened until the journey is taken.))
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[Image description: a cropped panel from the Mob Psycho 100 manga focused on Shou. He’s drawn in low detail. /End description]
a tiny boy
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I'm trying to write a script for a client to test some new programming but my brain is just like HEY. HEY THAT GALE/ASTARION/HALSIN FIC IDEA. HEY. HEY WHAT ABOUT THAT.
Gods damn it all 💀
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A doodle i did a while ago due to the brainrot the Ballads and brews quest gave me but i forgor to post it
Headcannon that Razor sometimes just grabs klee and uses her as a portable heater because she's a little ball of warmth
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