- Sing, O Goddess, The Rage Of Helen | By Prithvi. P

It appears that just like Gritty...

… the Untitled Goose is now a leftist icon:

(graphic taken from https://twitter.com/IGN/status/1175492642773200897)

In celebration of our apparently new SJW ally, I give you some handy graphics:

i love the idea of drawing elves as these ethereal, inhuman figures sure but at the same time making them look like Just a Dude, Just some Guy, a random person with strange ears? amazing. 

breakkkk the binary

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remember when linguini brought a rat he found back to his apartment and got all embarrassed and was like it’s not much. to the rat

Once in middle school my friend Olivia had her phone taken away during lunch, and because she had a bad reputation she couldn’t just go to the office and get her phone back from the principal after lunch. I ended up walking in and asking for her phone back and when the principal asked what my name was, I said “Olivia” because I wasn’t sure if she had her name anywhere on her phone or anything (this was the mid 2000s and at the time it was popular to have a flip phone with a front screen so you could put your name on it)

After I get Olivia’s phone back, my friend and I go to the bathroom because we’re going to skip the last couple classes of the day because we’re awful goblin children. We’re chilling in the bathroom when the gym teacher comes in and sees a skipping class. She proceeds to essentially drag us by the ear to the principal’s office to report us and get a signed up for detention. The principle refers to me as Olivia multiple times during this process. My name is not Olivia. At this point I’m just praying that no one points out the fact that my name is not Olivia and then I can just get my detention to be on my way.

My name discrepancy surprisingly never gets brought up. I couldn’t even imagine the shit that I would be in if they had pointed out that my name was not Olivia.

When I moved on to the high school, the principal came with us and became the vice principal of the high school. he was a friendly guy and would greet students in the hallway every morning. He referred me as Olivia every single time I saw him until graduation when my name was announced, and that it was not in fact Olivia, and as he was helping me down from the stage after getting my diploma I could see the realization on his face that I had basically made him think that my name is Olivia for over five years.

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This randomly landed on our porch last night after a storm

Concept: a D&D-style fantasy setting where humanity’s weird thing is that we’re the only sapient species that reproduces organically.

Dwarves carve each other out of rock. In theory this can be managed alone, but in practice, few dwarves have mastered all of the necessary skills. Most commonly, it’s a collaborative effort by three to eight individuals. The new dwarf’s body is covered with runes that are in part a recounting of the crafters’ respective lineages, and in part an elaboration of the rights and duties of a member of dwarven society; each dwarf is thus a living legal argument establishing their own existence.

Elves aren’t made, but educated. An elf who wishes to produce offspring selects an ordinary animal and begins teaching it, starting with house-breaking, and progressing through years of increasingly sophisticated lessons. By gradual degrees the animal in question develops reasoning, speech, tool use, and finally the ability to assume a humanoid form at will. Most elves are derived from terrestrial mammals, but there’s at least one community that favours octopuses and squid as its root stock.

Goblins were created by alchemy as servants for an evil wizard, but immediately stole their own formula and rebelled. New goblins are brewed in big brass cauldrons full of exotic reagents; each village keeps a single cauldron in a central location, and emerging goblings are raised by the whole community, with no concept of parentage or lineage. Sometimes they like to add stuff to the goblin soup just to see what happens – there are a lot of weird goblins.

Halflings reproduce via tall tales. Making up fanciful stories about the adventures of fictitious cousins is halfling culture’s main amusement; if a given individual’s story is passed around and elaborated upon by enough people, a halfling answering to that individual’s description just shows up one day. They won’t necessarily possess any truly outlandish abilities that have been attributed to them – mostly you get the sort of person of whom the stories could be plausible exaggerations.

To address the obvious question, yes, this means that dwarves have no cultural notion of childhood, at least not one that humans would recognise as such. Elves and goblins do, though it’s kind of a weird childhood in the case of elves, while with halflings it’s a toss-up; mostly they instantiate as the equivalent of a human 12–14-year-old, and are promptly adopted by a loose affiliation of self-appointed aunts and uncles, though there are outliers in either direction.

oh to be a bored prince who keeps rejecting marriage proposals due to being secretly in love with the cute gardener boy