Water on the thirsty soil

Don't mind me

An earwig. A tiny little guy. The full res image size is 4800x2800 If you want to buy a ref sheet like this, please HMU.

King Mörd and Reese

Sevan picks Penny up from the police station. Again.

Azuak blobs Matured for butt

Adler's spell components. Part of a bigger piece.

... NNo fucking opossum emoji.

Some opossum patch stencils I'm making for the dirty kids

A bit of lore about a mythical fruit that isn't a pear or a cherry

Mörd A majestic bird of prey

The staff of Mercury: Boots out of legend in my campaign An excerpt from this session: There is a bit of a commotion toward the front of the store. It seems a particularly worn tomb colonist had presently tried on a pair of jaunty yellow boots. Satisfied with the fit, she attempted to take the boots off again, only to fail to loosen the laces properly. With an indelicate tug, there was a sort of dry crackle, a creak and a pop followed by a shriek of alarm. The poor woman's foot remained inside the jaunty yellow boot. She now stares at it in shock (presumably, as her face was largely obscured by a veil) while several onlookers rushed forward to help, including the clerk, who politely extracts payment for the boot which is clearly cursed now and can no longer be sold in good conscience. The embarrassed tomb colonist sticks her leg back into the jaunty yellow boot, which now serves the purpose of holding her foot on. "That," Wheezes a dusty mummy at Bones' side, "Could have been any of us." A cautionary tale... The Clerk stands genially by as the tomb colonist puts on the other boot, ready with a dustbin to receive her discarded kicks.