Schweinhund 🗣️🗣️

fanart of O’saa pranking the player for my mutual @thebrasspope 🫶 thank you for everything, dude! I hope you like it 🤪

an honorary mention also goes to @schromp-lee, bc I have a feeling they might enjoy this 🤭

Hi, hi, if you're still taking requests Im curious about how would Samarie look in your style ^^

Samarie with a stylish gothic umbrella 🖤

whatever doja cat said about big noses 🙄

Boguslav Cress, the sly merchant, a character from my friend's book The Folk Hero

You dance with the skeleton for a minute or two.

The lomls 😓😓 @nosramvs

Oleander with a dandelion flower crown is so special to me 💔

double-sided tape and printed are teaching me divine patience 🙏 by the time I'm done with this project, I'm gonna reach enlightenment or something 🚶‍♂️

I made a paper-craft figure of Oleander, but it looks kinda wonky because I am not good at assembling them 😔

“hey my partner saw you from across the dungeon and we hate your vibe. he’s gonna cast hurting on you”

John Schmidt never quite fit in. It wasn’t just his outstanding intellect that set him apart from his peers. It was something else, somewhere deep inside him.

He was a tall and scrawny kid who didn’t have much in common with the other boys or girls around him. He so desperately wanted to connect with them, but his nerdy interests and shy demeanor made it difficult. A profound sense of loneliness began setting in.

As he matured, he realized it wasn’t just a friendship he was seeking from the other guys, but his judgmental community drove him to suppress his abominable desires deep in his wretched soul. His feelings didn’t matter much anyway, since his insecurities convinced him, that anyone would find him repulsive if he tried getting closer.

He finally left his small town when he was effortlessly accepted into university to study mechanical engineering. During his first year, he met Andrew Morgan, a fellow student who lit up every room he walked into. Andrew was everything his classmate could only dream of being: charismatic, well-liked, funny, and John became infatuated with him. Soon, an unexpected friendship flourished, and as they got closer, John realized that he felt something more for Andrew than just friendly admiration.

He repressed his feelings, because his buddy, who was never strapped for attention from beautiful women, couldn’t possibly reciprocate. He ultimately deemed his desires shameful, as his best friend showed him nothing but kindness, and he was repaying him with these immoral thoughts. He felt like a creep, a monster, who prayed on an unassuming young man, which only deepened his self-hatred.

Years passed, and both brilliant men graduated at the top of their class. As if his résumé wasn’t impressive enough, John earned a doctorate and secured a position in a prestigious research facility. Andrew became a professor at their alma mater, beloved by his students and other staff members alike, and found a nice woman with whom he eventually settled down.

John watched from the sidelines as the relationship of the man he loved blossomed. On one fateful day, he received a wedding invitation accompanied by a request to be his dear friend’s best man.

John had no choice but to choke back his tears as he put on his best suit and tie.

the virgin phlegmatic vs the chad with balanced humors

After the nativity of Her child Ninush, the goddess Sylvian laid the newborn god upon a bed of flowers, blessing them with her love. It is said that Her grace bestowed upon the blooms a fraction of Her extraordinary powers, giving them Her name - "Sylvium".

Mankind had availed themselves of this flower for as long as we have existed, for it had found many uses in our hands, such as the making of medicine, perfumes, philtres, or even delicious meals. But as great civilizations formed, their demand for this illustrious plant grew to such heights that the supply slowly but surely ran dry, just as the old gods left this world.

Some say that Silphium, as people had come to know the flower in the age of the new gods, can still be found in places forgotten by humanity, where the powers of the old gods remain strong.