"Leo's Such A Mother Hen, I Can't 💕😭"

this clip makes me so emotional. i feel like this sometimes, at night especially. That the whole wide world may swallow me whole. That i’m wide-eyed in the face of god. that I’m not a victim of smallness but rather its loving disciple.

imagine waking up on the nautiloid, stumbling around confused and lost, running into a gith woman and then a half-elf cleric. Starting to collect your thoughts and bearings, running into the helm to find a way to get out—and there’s just…this guy surrounded by dead imps and is currently sawing off the head of a mindflayer. Then he looks up to you and just:

“Oh! Hallo!” and gives you the most deranged yet friendly smile.

Anyway this is my bg3 x tf2 propaganda

I wish to be perceived as “that thing over there”

Infatuated with weird gender vibes. Reblog if you have weird gender vibes, want weird gender vibes, are also infatuated with weird gender vibes, or would like to have your brain surgically wired to a biohorror mecha.

Don’t ask about what process my brain went through when drawing this, cause there was no process 

Noticed i attracted a small bit of the tf2 fandom with my last post, anyways welcome to the page new folk. Currently finishing up with school then i should be able to post a bit more often until I get wisked away again in the fall. 

God Gale as a motivational coach and his guest Astarion lul

Run before they are trying to sell you some NFT's!

I've been trying for hours to figure out how to use particle systems to make a medigun beam in Blender. I think I was actually getting pretty close when... this happened... whatever the hell it is.

I don't know whether it looks more like blood/guts or some kind of very huge weird fruit. But I knew as soon as I saw it that I had to let Ludwig play in it like some deranged cat kneading a squelching blanket of undefined gore.

idk what traumatized or mentally ill person needs to hear this but dreams (especially the really disturbing ones you dont want to talk about to anybody) arent some deep peek into your psyche or a sign of your True Desires or whatever theyre quite literally your brain making fruit salad with whatever it can find on the shelf. just putting all that shit in a blender and hitting obliterate. its fine, youre fine, youre not a weirdo for it

Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.