🎃HAPPY🎃 HALLOWEEN🎃! At a recent Halloween Party I went as a Werewolf, and I was handing (clawing??) out THESE pamphlets to convert more good folks to our hairy cause (Words can’t describe how proud I am of this dumb thing)
Was too busy to make a halloween thing this year, but enjoy this small story about love, old ladies and good etiquette about sharing a bathroom
the comic was made for last year’s halloween @liliesanthology but it just got oublished on this year Corpse Lily vol, check it and consider buying it if you are into some fine scary ladies romance
Do you think wizards in the d&d world are super salty about bards? Like, you spend decades and decades researching magic at the finest institutions across the lands so you can make fire and conjure ice, and then along comes some random asshole who wanders tavern to tavern telling suggestive folk tales and conning the villagers, some unkempt bastard who can sing so goddamn righteously that they also control minds and teleport places and bend time and fucking space to their will thanks to just a really well-placed A-sharp
Probably not, I mean, bards still have to have spent years honing their craft in order to be that good. Sorcerers, on the other hand, probably terrify wizards when they don’t simply inspire envy. “You can manipulate the same forces as me but are a angsty teen instead of a Ph. D.? Great, I’m sure you’ll be real responsible with your power.”
I’d like the Lopunny line a lot more if Gamefreak ever played up the fact that Buneary is the one Pokemon that fucking hates your guts from day one
fun fact: buneary learns frustration by level up and is the only pokemon to do so, frustration is more powerful the less the pokemon like you, conversely lopunny is the only pokemon to learn return by level up and return does more the more the pokemon likes you, buneary levels up from friendship.
so the buneary line doesn’t just fucking hate you from the start, its whole dynamic is how it hates you less, while its best move gets worse, and then it evolves and suddenly it’s love for you is one of it’s most powerful assests, so in conclusion i love the buneary line
The Hanging Tree by Peter Hollens except you swear that you can hear a ghostly chorus singing it to the accompaniment of wind whistling through the branches of the old tree that sits atop the infamous Hangman’s Hill. You stop for a moment, entranced, but then quicken your step because local legend has it that the ghosts of those who met their end in that tree still haunt the hill, and they will kill anyone who linger there past midnight – particularly, on an October night like tonight. And the village clocktower up ahead is ticking the seconds down.
