Jul 31, 2020
distressing things to say to your friends
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distressing things to say to your friends
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Wall of shame
Eh, good ol Goblin Slayer. Always dense.
here's a thing i drew!
its two of my ocs, Fionn (he/him, trans) (right) and not sure about the other one's name quite yet, maybe Oscar? (he/they)
They're goblins in this futuristic world i made up. i swear, i'm going to write a book about it someday. someday. anyways, some fun facts are that Fionn is (technically) dead and has wooden hands. also cant feel stuff very well due to all the wood in him. is a thief. And Oscar loves technical loopholes and pissing off rich people. their favourite season is tax season.
Dielyna Shrew
My OC
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Do fantasy worlds not take checks?
I’m really confused about the logistics of gold coinage in fantasy worlds
“Thanks for the new sword,” I say. “How much do I owe you?” “650 gold,” says the blacksmith through a missing front tooth.
I haul a large back from the floor up onto the counter with a heavy thud and start dropping gold coins before the blacksmith, one by one. clink. clink. clink. The coins begin to pile up. clink. clink. clink. They’re falling off the counter now. clink. clink. clink. The sword has been buried in coins. clink. clink. clink. I’ve been staring the blacksmith dead in the eye as I do this
my pockets are filled with the weirdest shit
i have an expired MetroCard that I wouldn't have even been able to use because I live literally on the opposite side of the country, eight different colored markers, three mechanical pencils, a single dime, and three he/him pins