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- “A boat is bigger than a gun”

- “Are you proposing we throw the rhinos at Cthulhu?” answered with “yes”

- “Is that the 21 HP song?”

- “GOD BLESSED AMERICAN SPIRIT”

- “I run to the scroll and fucking kill myself”

- “Did you do that within five feet of me?” followed by “I did that within five feet of his nuts”

The face of regret

His name is Khahrahk (pronounced like carrot with a k instead of a t)

Super long story short, he’s the result of some scientists fucking around and creating Something That Certainly Shouldn’t Be

The scientists and security at the facility he’s kept in have completely given up trying to keep him contained, because first off, he’s not hurting anyone, and secondly, every time they think they get him in his box, they turn around and find him stealing m&m’s from someone’s desk

He’s an incredibly intelligent being, learning six languages within his first two months of life after only brief exposure and making a laser pointer out of an alarm clock and a paper clip, but he prefers to use his intelligence to steal packs of skittles and perch on the fridge in the break room like the 9ft tall goblin he is

“I meant what I said. You’re the most fascinating, beautiful man I’ve ever met. I look at you, and everything else fades away. I know you’re a monster, and I don’t care. I know you’re dangerous, and I don’t care. Because I want to be the one holding you when the world ends. I want to be the one who keeps you safe.”

Context: Last week on Thursday in the hallway at my high school, someone gave me a bag of five goldfish. I don’t know the why behind literally anything that happened, but I took them home and now I have five goldfish.

So anyways every time I change pants (in the morning to get ready for school or getting ready for bed in the evening), I feed them shortly after. So I’ve probably conditioned them to associate my pants (or lack thereof) with getting food.

I also caught one of them (Gaud) eating the plants I had in the back, so that’s something I have to deal with now

If a human person gets turned into a rat,

as in there is human person in the physical, genetic body of a rat,

but is still fully aware of being a human being in the body of a rat,

and then proceeds to consume the flesh of a normal rat,

Is that cannibalism?

I found this pig statue at a garden store while looking for ✨plants✨ for my patio pots, and like

You see the resemblance, right

THE LAD.

THE MYTH.

THE LEGEND.

THE ABSOLUTE DUMBFUCK THAT HAS NO SENSE OF SELF PRESERVATION OR ANYTHING EVEN REMOTELY RESEMBLING RESTRAINT.

IDRES.

(I felt like doing a new reference with a new pattern. I used dragon’s breath opals as the palette and reference, and although it didn’t turn out exactly as I wanted it to, I’m still really proud of it.)

Edit:

NON-BINARY AWARENESS DAY, BITCHES

Have a celebratory Idres :)

Dizandi Ardor!!! The lad himself!!!!!

An 18 year old, 6’8” fire genasi artificer, Dizandi is officially Idres’s endearingly idiotic and creatively insane boyfriend. An alchemist by trade and a tinkerer by hobby, his small workshop is cluttered from floor to ceiling with spare parts, crates of components and ingredients, recipe and spell books, and discarded blueprints and sketches. He makes small contraptions and drones that he turns loose to buzz around the guild hall and offices, with some grasshopper and dragonfly drones eluding escape for months on end, much to the annoyance of some of the more… temperamental mercenaries.

He shares his alchemical tattoo with his father (Teinnet, human) and brother (Eto, fire genasi), with the trade being a staple tradition in their family bloodline.

Dizandi himself is a very energetic person with no sense of personal space, a stark opposite to Idres’s baseline personality. Easily excited and absolutely filterless, he’s a valued asset to The Greyshapers for both his moral and skills as an alchemist.

Cozy boi I doodled up with Cat Friend

Pavull (left) and Bucket (right)

These idiots were the chaotic duo that raised Idres. Their relationship wasn’t necessarily romantic, but more of a “best friends platonically married for tax benefits” relationship. I left their backstories up to our beloved DM to make, so I have next to no idea what those entail. 👍

Pavull Rhozzun (47, 6’0”, silver dragon/silver dragonborn warlock/bard). Pavull was an almost unnervingly polite guy with a love for music, stories, and crafts. His fingers were heavily calloused from playing guitar for most of his life, and though he wasn’t the best endurance flier due to his strangely segmented wings (based off of the great leonopteryx from Avatar), he was a thrill-seeker who loved to dive through the jagged, rocky spires of the cliffs surrounding Sharnwick. He taught Idres to play guitar and sing, as well as teaching them the common language and some draconic cusses (as a good parent does).

Brokshabzull “Bucket” Duvvak (51, 6’6”, half-orc warlock/barbarian). Bucket was a high-ranking member of Sharnwick’s government and a high priest of Da’arsigus. He was mainly Idres’s mentor of combat, magic control, patron contact, the Abyssal language, and everything else in between. A boisterous and fun guy who would draw you in, he gave ~perfect~ dad hugs and was an excellent listener and would 110% help you with anything you were going through. He lost his hand earlier in life due to a misfired spell, long enough for the phantom pains and itches to subside. The extra tattoos on his left arm were a symbol of status, as well as him complaining that it felt uneven to have a sleeve on one arm and not the other.

Both of them had disturbingly bright eyes of blue and magenta, influenced by being in close contact with their patron, a truly ancient god by the moniker of Da’arsigus. Whereas Idres was born with these eyes, Pavull and Bucket’s natural shades were changed over time.

They are both referred to in the past tense, as their fates after the purge of Sharnwick is unclear. It’s unknown if they escaped or if they were killed or imprisoned, but Idres hopes they’re out there somewhere; as long as his parents aren’t dead.