I dont wanna get a job or have real life responsibilities I wanna be an overpowered gay x-men character
Excuse my crappy handwriting, but here’s Mud! Quickly sassed her way to the top of my fav NPCs list.
ancient god (self-diagnosed)
Hops
an exceedingly nimble dwarf woman with thick sideburns and tied-back hair. She wears a simple dress and an apron; when shes on a mission she’ll change into light armor and a hood. She has a deep interest in the craftsmanship of alcohol (she has a soft spot for sour ales) but doesnt seem to drink large volumes. She is eager to be part of Angel’s/Boots’ spy network but is being kept away by Angel as she has already been seen around Capital as a Chain member.
She joined the chain as a way to experience the cultures, food and drink of the surface-dwellers of orden, and the timescape itself; the ability to test her steel and cunning in honorable (and not so honorable) combat was only a bonus.
were I to make her a pc she would be a dwarf (obviously) rogue and probably a scout subclass and the guild artisan (brewer) background
I couldn’t find any gay Halloween merch that I liked, so I made my own!
Drew these designs for this week’s speedpaint in order to both celebrate Halloween and shine a light on the fact that it’s LGBT history month!
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(If you like the look of these designs, you can pick your favorites up over on Redbubble!)
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When you learned of the god of war, you thought he’d be tall and muscular and angry. When you were about to meet him, you braced yourself for the worst.
You weren’t quite expecting the short, scrawny, shy kid you ended up getting instead.
She’s my OC for The Chain of Acheron, and she’s pretty much me…
Some info: Bags was born in Khoursir, grew up there and was part of the local guard for a while. Then things happened as they do and… hey, look, The Chain of Acheron! Upon hearing that she wanted to join, her new fellows welcomed her into their ranks and quickly learned that she’s a bit of a worrier. Due to this, she carries a wide range of equipment in her backpack, satchels, belt pouches, etc… and she doesn’t sleep particularly well. One bleary morning, dark circles around her eyes and bags beneath, the Helltroopers gave her a new name: Bags! As a welcoming gift, they also gave her an instrument: an old set of bagpipes that a former member had left behind a while ago. It was probably a joke at first, but she took it up quickly and puts her skills to use as often as she needs to.
So Bags is a human bard!
Thanks to @wojtekbc for making a very helpful little moodboard that got the first aesthetic ideas going.
the Spartan desire to be simultaneously proud of your identity while also wanting the luxury of being invisible in public space, not because you are ashamed but because you are othered, is analogous to the struggle for queer visibility. in this essay I will
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In fairy tales and fantasy, two types of people go in towers: princesses and wizards.
Princesses are placed there against their will or with the intention of ‘keeping them safe.’ This is very different from wizards, who seek out towers to hone their sorcery in solitude.
I would like a story where a princess is placed in an abandoned tower that used to belong to a wizard, and so she spends long years learning the craft of wizardry from the scraps left behind and becomes the most powerful magic wielder the world has seen in centuries, busts out of the tower and wreaks glorious, bloody vengeance on the fools that imprisoned her.
That would be my kind of story.