I've lowered the prices of my commissions!
To be honest, it was a decision I made for two reasons. First, I know my reach is terrible right now, and second, I know the economy is rough on all of us right now.
That doesn't stop me from wanting my art to be my work, and I do think in general that art is a luxury that should be priced accordingly, but I want to be able to reach more people! Offering low cost work is better than no work at all, as things are at the moment. That being said, I still need to reach more eyes! So even if you, beloved reader, cannot commission me, a reblog and a share would do a lot for me! Thank you for your time!
You can comm me on Vgen forrrr (some price examples);
sketches at $16, chibs at $20, loose color art at $30, and more!
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so so excited for Burrow’s End and so so frustrated with the biggest parasocial fans telling anyone who was discussing what other TTRPG systems could be used that they should never question the expert GMs, please just leave us to our (loving!) conversations!
there are always going to be dickheads who talk shit and rudely tag in the people/performers they’re referring to, but most of the time any fan critique or discussion I see of D20 comes out of being big fans of both the show and TTRPGs, is super respectful, and no one is tagging in anyone involved with the show. yeah some of us get tired of how often DnD is used in the recent games, because it isn’t always the best system for the story and there LOADS of other TTRPGs that would be cool to use!
for this season, most of the discussion went DnD???? Again???? > wait it looks like there’s a bunch of combat and monsters > probably not suited for Wanderhome/other suggested TTRPGs > what other animal TTRPGs could work > Aabria is an incredible GM and she’s worked with other systems before so her choice of DnD for this story is interesting, let’s see how this works out for the story > oooh this is what Aabria has said about using DnD, ok cool, can’t wait to be emotionally hurt
im so tired of seeing a loud minority of people increasingly butting in on respectful conversations to say “they like DnD! they play however they want to! they’re the performers why do you question their choices?” Or “omg how dare you have the audacity to question them” or other bullshit like that. if all you want to do is never have conversations about TTRPGs or cast/GM choices etc. and never want to hear any respectful critique or discussion then I think your fandom experience is going to be poorer, but that’s your choice. you don’t have to start shit with other people just because you can’t stand that they’re lovingly but thoroughly discussing/critiquing this form of media and not putting the cast on pedestals. parasocial attachments to vaguely famous people aren’t new things but god they are getting worse and making the experience of fandom more awful
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The Freed Tiger | (Ash's Recovery Arc, Part 6)
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CW: self-loathing
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(Ash’s POV)
“No. No—that can’t be right. I-I counted! How—?”
Ash’s loose grip on his form is fading fast; his teeth feel too big for his mouth, his tongue too clumsy and imprecise. His words pour out in snarls and barely coherent half-roars.
“He made me think you’d never come!” He shakes off Evius’ fingers, instead sinking his claws into the wooden table. “That-that even if you rescued me, you’d never trust me again. And after all that—it was, it was, only weeks?”
His vision warbles beneath the impending rage, just a swirl of colors and shapes before him. The flush of his face burns his skin; he only notices the wetness on his cheeks as the tear-tracks evaporate and cool the reddened skin.
“I’m so sorry, Ash,” Evius interjects, but his voice seems far away and faint against the rumble in Ash’s ears. “We got to you as fast as we possibly could, I swear. You never should’ve had to go through this.”
“Y-you don’t understand,” Ash howls, “I . . . I gave up.”
And there it is: shame. Ash knows the feeling well now; he’d known it since the moment the mind-flayer tadpole entered his mind. He never thought to be ashamed when he was younger, blissfully unaware of his freakish nature, his nakedness, his feral lifestyle. But once he tasted the forbidden fruit and his mind expanded, it seemed to be his closest companion.
And why shouldn't it be? Why shouldn't he be ashamed? His feeble mind and useless body snapped under the pressure of just a few measly weeks. If he were only stronger; if he were only smarter . . . would he have held out longer?
No.
He is a beast. He is a freak. He is an abomination—he knows it, his father knew it, Ozmund knew it. Ozmund knows everything now. What corner of Ash’s mind had he not turned over, only to feed it back twisted and perverse? Ash didn't have to utter a single word to betray his friends.
“H-he . . . He won,” Ash chokes out. “He broke me.”
Without waiting for a response, Ash rushes out the back door, letting his rage bloom out from inside him. For once, it feels right. He fits in this body; it holds his anger, his shame, his ugly envy and spite and fearandhatredanddisgustand r a g e
He tilts his head back in a fearsome roar, letting the sunlight warm him. It’s been so long since he’s moved his body on his own terms: felt the dirt beneath his feet, the pull and stretch of his muscles, the hungry urge to wander and wander and wander and . . .
Before he realizes, he’s already deep in the forest, the little brick house far behind the hill.
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A/N: I assume that little bit of weird formatting at the end might cause problems for some folks so please let me know if it needs changing.
Also, I realize this is the first time I've used a formal POV indicator in this series. Honestly, I prefer to be a little loose with it and have the POV gently shift back and forth depending on the context, rather than cutting it short with a hard break like that. If it's not immediately clear from the text or it's a huge change in the middle of a scene (which I don't like to do), that's pretty much the only time I'll use them. Otherwise, it should be evident in the first paragraph or so.
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[ID: a series of picrews of my OC Bronwen. She is a slim humanoid aasimar with brown skin, ginger textured hair, and blue wings coming from her head and back. She wears gold jewelry and orange and blue clothing. In some picrews her hair is in an afro texture, whilst others it has been braided and put into buns. Her eyes are dark brown, however in some her eyes are shining white. End ID]
here she is love of my life !! She is a protector aasimar cleric, and her patron's Lathander the god of birth and renewal, and is associated with the dawn.
Bronwen has spent her whole life living in the Monastery of the Sun, which has given her a good understanding of family, love and monastic life but not much else. The order is very old, and have traded deities over time, however there are a small number who still believe in the old ways, and that the new current gods are just aspects of the old ones. Bronwen's learnt in her travels to not mention her connections too heavily, and a few lies by omission serve her much kinder than the truth. She tries to keep her aasimar race private too, however her feathered ears don't help much.
Her faith to Lathander (and a few others) is unwavering, and she tries to use her healing knowledge and powers to help as many as possible. Whilst not much of a fighter, she's trained in crossbow and mace, and has a couple combat spells up her sleeve.
It was hard adjusting from a seamless monastic family to a ragtag group, and sometimes she wishes for nothing more than to return to the monastery. She's slow to open up, and would rather spend her hours talking about her god(s) than talk about herself. However she has a lot of love for the world around her, and with each dawn spent with her group she draws that bit closer to them.
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