Every Fucking Time

undead girl in the undead woooorld

life in grave is a raaaaave

BBEG of our current campaign - lich Tar-Baphon, my GM's @drartslog description

yassification was successful!

I thought it would be natural for Adar to give names to the newborns in his troop

my dear boy Teo and his beloved Egaeon, who will later turn out to be Nyarlathotep in human guise

here he shows Teo the Ley Lines

that feeling when you created a character for a new campaign, asked the GM to damage his face in the first few sessions… and then drew him and now you don't know if it's worth it

I'm weak

I'm so weak

I told you that I will remove the helmet XD IT HAD STRANGE EFFECT

BBEG of our current campaign - lich Tar-Baphon, my GM's @drartslog description

yassification was successful!

I've been ignoring the voice

Begging me seek and destroy

It's eating my core

I feel like a time bomb in the eye of a storm

HELLO BEAUTIFUL

I wonder if that's the same scene...

Adar is my favorite character, so he will suffer the most from my great love …and Sauron's love too

I have little work to do, so I’ve been staring at this gif for, like, half an hour, and guess what?

You can see exactly the moment where his fear and disbelief, coming from some familiarity of the pose/position/Halbrand’s face, that this is Sauron turns into “no, I’m putting too much into it, shouldn’t be doing that, Sauron is dead and I saw him die“.

His “No” then is punctuating that.

Joseph Mawle is a king of micro-expressions, honestly.

gif credit: @bluedaddysgirl​

Then @papugaka​ said Adar’s gaze is moving slightly to Sauron’s spear and back to Sauron, and it seems true.

Knowing Sauron had a spear, just how many times exactly did Sauron take that dominating stance over Adar in the past that it takes Adar one second to recognize it in a low man?

I ALMOST DIED BECAUSE IT'S SO SIMILAR TO HOW I FEEL DUDE YOU'RE FUCKING AWESOME THANK YOU SO MUCH

especially this part!

The fire becomes real, he can sense how it flickers around them, crackles, consumes, but it stays concentrated in Sauron’s touch, heady and dizzying, nauseating and healing. The pain overwhelms the edges of his senses, he thinks he screams. He thinks, his head falls back, all the noise stolen from his lips, and the screaming lives only in his heart. He thinks he cannot quite tell where he is anymore, except that the light is inside of him, around him, and he craves it, and he hates it, and he needs. He knows.

And Sauron knows.

And he knows only Sauron.

I'll sip your soul in Wake your desire I am the promise and a liar

Show me your hands and No misbehaving I'll pin the wire and you'll be waving