Krypt

My current favourite character in Breath of the Wild is Pikango, the incredibly shit artist who turns up around Hyrule to badly paint landscapes and hint me towards my lost memories. If you just talk to him, he seems to be this amazing and talented painter, but like if you look at the canvas

Turns out someone on Reddit put together all of his paintings and the scenery they are supposed to be and it's exactly as glorious as I'd hoped, but I just had to screenshot my favourite, which is this horse:

My favorite thing about fanfic authors is they can identify any gap in a canon timeline where characters are offscreen and exploit the ever living fuck out of it

documentarian: here he is, the weirdest bird in the world

this is a callout post for the white bellbird

Watching both Critical Role and Dimension 20 you can really see the differences between Brennan and his players versus Matt Mercer and his players, because whenever Matt does something fucked up they just sit forlornly like 🥺 and then Matt also looks back at them like 🥺

No-one knows why they come at midwinter. Every child asks, and no parent ever really answers. All we know is that on our tenth midwinter, the longest night, we set out a basket. At some time during the night, a dragon will appear in it. No-one ever sees it happen. Plenty of people have tried, but they fall asleep, or look away for a moment, or sneeze… something always happens. 

Do the parents have their own magical skills, or mundane skills, or just immense righteous fury?

Emma wrapped her hand around a weed, and yanked. It popped out, roots and all - she might not have magic here, but she still had a touch with plants that few could rival. The weeds weren’t going to choke out her carrots, not while she had two hands and the disposition of a particularly persistent patch of ivy.