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Mikey Van Lee appreciation post ❤️❤️
he's crazy but aesthetically pleasing HEAR ME OUT-
in all seriousness though favorite character.
three dead tired doodles and one pmv cover from a discussion between my friend and I
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON
Got to play Edgar in a MOTW one shot, starring the most normal guy ever
Commission for Cass_DWC on twitter! MOTW Line ups of the player characters!
Old Art dump Day 12: A logo for an old TTRPG campaign
anyone want to play MOTW or dnd?
I have a few ideas for campaigns but I don’t have anyone to play with
I’m fairly new to gming and honestly ttrpgs in general so if you decide that you want to play pls bear with me, other new/beginner players are welcome too! It would be either voice or text-based on discord (whatever players are comfortable with)
Lgbtq+ friendly, anyone can join with around 3-5 players! Pm me if you’re interested! :D
anyone want to play MOTW or dnd?
I have a few ideas for campaigns but I don’t have anyone to play with
I’m fairly new to gming and honestly ttrpgs in general so if you decide that you want to play pls bear with me, other new/beginner players are welcome too! It would be either voice or text-based on discord (whatever players are comfortable with)
Lgbtq+ friendly, anyone can join with around 3-5 players! Pm me if you’re interested! :D
Me and my brother's Monster of the Week characters
They kinda have an odd roommate dynamic
anyway
Prompt 125
In place of August Thirteenth, Promptapalooza 6/
Geralt has a contract but won't tell Jaskier anything about it. Nothing. "Geralt, come on! Is it big? Is it small? Does it have fangs? Is it venomous?" "Jaskier, just stop asking." "But how am I meant to be safe enough to gather inspiration if you won't even tell me what to look out for?" "Because you'll be staying here. Away from the hunt." "Wh- What?" It's been years since Geralt refused Jaskier's involvement in a hunt. "It's too dangerous." Jaskier stares at him a moment before just sighing and nodding. "You'd think he'd tell you of the dangers if he didn't want you to go for your own safety." Jaskier thinks, though it doesn't sound like his own voice. "Can't you tell me something about the creature if I can't come with?" "No, Jaskier." "He doesn't want to talk to you." Jaskier shakes the thought out of his head. "Just play for the bargoers again if you need something to do. I'll be back before sunup." And without further ado, Geralt grabs his supplies and stomps out. "They hated your last set, though, didn't they? You've put so much effort into pursuing this dream of yours, just to get vegetables and stale bread thrown at you. Only to get cursed off stages. Is that what you wanted? When you became a bard? When you left home? Did you risk your life to leave just to be stuck with an audience that doesn't want to listen?" Jaskier shakes his head. Stop. Stop thinking about this. "Not even Geralt listens to you. Your only friend. The only person who manages to deal with you doesn't even want to hear you." Jaskier starts tidying their inn room in a panic. He needs to get his mind off the sudden turn for the worst his thoughts are partaking in. Usually only things got this bad after a bad fight with Geralt. Then Geralt would apologize and- "But did he ever really mean it? Or does he just do it to placate you? The little overemotional bard weighing him down, dragging him back, ruining his li-" "BOOK. I- I need to read a book." Jaskier fumbles for something to read to try and get something new in his attention, but he can't even make out a sentence. The thoughts are getting louder. "Is there even a contract or did he just finally leave you behind? Jaskier's vision blurs and suddenly he realizes it's tears. He rubs his face vigorously to get rid of them. He'd hate for Geralt to come back and find him bawling. "That's when he'd leave you for sure. Pitiful excuse for a companion, crying because of his own thoughts. Geralt would be so annoyed. You're nothing but a burden to him. He hates you." Jaskier grabs his lute and hurriedly begins strumming the worst tune he's ever made in his life, because he just needs something louder than the thoughts. He just needs to hear something but the thoughts. "He'll never love you back. You stay, and you keep hoping, but he'll never love you." Jaskier drops his lute and covers his ears, starting to sob in earnest. "He's been gone too long. He ditched you. He took Roach and he left you. The pebble in his shoe. The constant irritation. You're nothing to him. You're a speck of mud dirtying his life. He begs the gods every night to be rid of you. Everyone begs the gods to be rid of you. Everyone wishes you'd just shrivel up and die. The useless bard." "Stop- Stopstopstop-" "All anyone wants is to fuck you, but is it because you're desirable or is it because you're just that easy? Like a damned cat in heat. They always leave you come morning, anyways. Even the ones you begged to stay. Even the ones you wanted something more with. Nobody wants you to stay. Nobody likes your voice, your supposed 'talents', nobody likes your looks, nobody likes your personality, nobody likes your soul, nobody wants your love, you're a crumbling stone about to bring down a whole tower. And every other stone will hate you for it. They'll hate you. They'll fucking HATE you. They all HATE you. Geralt HATES you. He hates you. He hates you. He hates you." "JASKIER!" Jaskier blinks his eyes open
and sees Geralt kneeling in front of him, holding Jaskier's face in his big, calloused hands. "Jaskier, stop listening to it!"
Geralt had gone after a creature that infects people's minds, speaks horrible things into their thoughts until the person is driven crazy. He couldn't risk bringing Jaskier to be infected by it. And he couldn't risk telling Jaskier, because Jaskier would be paranoid of it infecting Geralt and he'd come along anyways, and the monster would sense Jaskier's fear, it'd burrow into him in a milisecond. Geralt's never been angrier for being right, before. He just thought Jaskier was safe here. But he came back and saw the undeniable symptoms of the monster. Pure black tears coming down Jaskier's cheeks as he sobs and begs an unseen force to 'shut up'. Geralt will kill this damned creature, and make it sorry for distressing his bard. And then he'll spend the night holding his bard close, and whispring every reassurance and praise he can think of.
Today: planned another Monster of the Week session for @merelyroleplayers
Tomorrow: planning a two-shot of Heart: The City Beneath for Actual Play UK
Wednesday: GMing my first session of Lancer (not for public consumption)
You give me a week off dayjob work and I fill it wall to wall with RPGs 😇
Yes! And A Horror Borealis' Keeper Alex Flanigan wrote a micro-RPG called WONDERS which we're playing on @merelyroleplayers next week!
birthday gift for a friend of their tabletop character from a MotW game i run. she's a Crooked, and her past catches up with her sometimes.
@BARTHCHE at @newmadisonmodels (Paris) is @mdc #MOTW #Model Of The Week. Shot exclusively for MODELS.com by @lavidabebida with styling by @rf_bc, hair by @yoshico_haruki, and makeup by @jaykwanmakeup.Full review: https://models.com/newfaces/modeloftheweek/57374 Barthélémy Chereau | Age: 17 Height: 1.90cm (6’3″) | Place of Origin: West Paris, France | Ethnic Origin: French.
@BARTHCHE at @newmadisonmodels (Paris) is @mdc #MOTW #Model Of The Week. Shot exclusively for MODELS.com by @lavidabebida with styling by @rf_bc, hair by @yoshico_haruki, and makeup by @jaykwanmakeup.Full review: https://models.com/newfaces/modeloftheweek/57374 Barthélémy Chereau | Age: 17 Height: 1.90cm (6’3″) | Place of Origin: West Paris, France | Ethnic Origin: French.
The Fae Mother