Hehehe Owl Npc For A Class

Hi! Putting these here also, because college finances have me in a chokehold at the moment!

Please reach out if you're interested!

HI PART THREE TUMBLR IM WALKING ON AIR RN

I got approved for my gi bill which means i can apply for my visa to study overseas!!! I can finally get out of this tiny town and see some shit! Woo!!!

D is for deez

Dees nu- *shot*

Anyways its my friends iterator Distorted Reflections but mer

@threefinefellows @duothings

Thoughts from trying Wuwa

-the exposition is kind of a lot, it could use a slower drip feed of info

-the optimization on lower end hardware, even at bottom of the barrel settings, is abysmal

-the gameplay feels fucking incredible, sorta soulsy with its stagger system and dodge mechanics

-the character designs are cute, but the girls seem pretty samey so far, minus a few exceptions

-the setting seems cool! Fantastical modern settings are awesome

-the theming around sound and frequencies is a neat throughline

Honestly, the gameplay is so smooth and fun, kinda like HI3 met Genshin and they went on a date in Lordran. I'll play it just for the gameplay, at least for now.

Tldr, fun gameplay!! Hope the pacing and optimization is tweaked <33 I've got high hopes.

(Other) angel in swimwear but i habent finished it yet shhh

February is right around the corner, which means it’s soon time for Funguary 2025! The drawing event where we draw a bunch of mushroom based characters during the month of February.

Rules are super simple, just draw art related to mushrooms! No need to complete all the prompts, just pick and choose from the ones you feel inspired by🍄

Ok, so you've been isekai'd to the dnd world and may or may not die due to the class you've been assigned. Better question. Are you human? (spinner wheel of all dnd5e species)

Memory of a Soup

In my kitchen bubbles a soup.

Simmering around a bundle of scraps

are pieces of a meal left to remain.

Sitting in a bag for months at a time,

Meals that I shared with people,

Ones that aren't here now.

It sits alone now,

with me, like my soup,

in a room with no other people.

Sitting in tinting water are the scraps,

steeping liquid with the essence of time.

There is a deep gold as remain.

Golden memories remain,

And they are made liquid now.

A pot containing fragmented time.

Is soup really about soup?

Is it about the scraps,

or perhaps about the people?

I think about the people,

as I strain the golden remain

from the old, useless scraps.

They are a piece of it now,

a droplet of warm memory in soup.

A way to contain months of time.

The golden stock burbles over time.

Still, there come no people,

and I am alone with my soup.

Within its quiet flavor, I remain,

tasting pieces of memory in the now.

But all I feel like is discarded scraps.

I put new scraps

in a bag to freeze time.

The soup boils now,

and yet there are no people.

A pile of ingredients remain

alone in a pot of unshared soup.

There's no memory in these new scraps

because there are no people.

It boils away for hours at a time,

until theres only ingredients that remain.

I eat alone and quiet now

as the warmth of love leaves my soup.

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EATS HIM WHOLE AND RUNS AWAY

Yellow pikmin!

Nothing in this world will ever be as perfect as biting into a juicy, perfectly ripe piece of fruit after a lomg day of work