i jumped this shit

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Some Po Town environments i painted for a university assignment,, doing these was actual torture bc straight lines and no colour,, but i ended up getting 95% so it was defs worth it >O<)b

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Hᴏɴɢʙɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ Hʏᴜᴋ’s sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ sᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ Mɪʟᴋʏ Wᴀʏ ᴛᴏᴜʀ ɪɴ Jᴀᴘᴀɴ ♥

Our 5e group was at the end of a session set in the Underdark where we had to escape slavery and kill the evil Drow matriarch, and we went on a short quest to murder the guy who sold us and an entire ship full of enslaved folks out to her for money. Afterwards, we went around freeing all the remaining slaves, and the half-orc fighter (hermit background, reclusive) was trying to prompt a slave rebellion.

Fighter: I stand up and spread my arms to get everyone’s attention, and, I get stage fright so I look at Trejo.
DM: *laughter* Okay?
Warlock: Um, I… I don’t wanna—
Fighter: I put him on my shoulders.
DM: Okay, sure. You’re strong enough.
Warlock: I… I look at Sophia.
Rogue: What, why me?! Um, okay, I… um… “You are all strong, and can free yourselves from your shackles, I—what do I say??”
Warlock: I put her on my shoulders.
DM: *laughing* Okay??
Fighter: Is—is this performance, or persuasion now? Acrobatics—?
Warlock: Say something!
Rogue: Like what?? I have terrible Charisma!
Fighter: *jokingly* Okay, I’ll take over, I get on Sophia’s shoulders—wait, shit!
Table: *laughter*
DM: Jump glitch! Inception!!
Warlock: She looks at Hunter.
Rogue: I look at Hunter.
Battlemaster: Okay, I, I get on Sophia’s shoulders.
Table: *laughter*
Fighter: I’ll go ahead and make that strength check—19 plus 4, 23.
DM: You’re good—all the slaves are looking up at you like “What?? Is happening??” Like they just saw you kill their captor and they just have a ship now, they’re not sure what to do.
Battlemaster: I um—I give a little speech, “Alone we may not be strong, but together we can all be free again, and rid the world of suffering!” Or something. Yeah.
Fighter: We’re a person pillar, what is even happening.
DM: I don’t know anymore, but I’m loving it. I—the session was over when you killed the matriarch twenty minutes ago, guys, why are you even doing this? You’re free, you can just leave.
Fighter: *slamming fists on the table and chanting* Re-vo-lu-tion, re-vo-lu-tion—!

Things I have said while playing Dragon Age: Inquisition so far, as recorded by my flatmate

- You can’t stop me, I can jump wherever I want

- Well that was rude

- Hey boys

- Oh shit, fuck

- Fucking shades I hate you

- Please someone stop me from burning to death that would be marvellous

- Oh fuck goddamn

- Why are there so many damn shades I really fucking hate shades

- What are we doing kids?? Are we all dying like i am??

- If I die then we’ll know we did the wrong thing

- Why are you Welsh?? You’re a bloody elf that doesn’t make any sense!

- Shut the fuck up you sexy dwarf

- Fucking Welsh elves, telling me what to do

- (Manic laughter, strawberry lace dangling out of mouth)

- Sorry I made you jump off a tower

- Yes let’s kill them all (giggles) dead. Death death death.