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reminds me of my own dog. we used to have small yellow tomato bushes. guess what happened?
Wednesday, October 18.
A dog eating a tomato
The audacity of this chump. If ever you feel like you're stealing a living, like you should be contributing more to society, if the productivity guilt of late-stage capitalism gnaws away, insidiously, at the edges of your conscience, cast your mind back to this footage. Munching on the crop like he pays the bills.
A dog eating a tomato? A dog stealing a tomato? That is the question on everybody's lips this Wednesday, October 18.
Monday Respite - Thieves Tools
Rogues are of an important caste of adventurer. Born in danger. only to live amongst it for the remainder of their lives. Often knee-deep in strenuous terror, the Rogue’s skill-set is one befitting of a fellow willing and able to do anything to succeed: the very essence of professional, with no-matter how debased and violent that profession is. There are no retired thieves; only patient ones.
And if you ever find yourself brought into one’s close acquaintance, value the opportunity like a miser would a shining coin in the dirt. But remember, a gift from a thief is a favour you will owe ‘til called upon. Some timid folk even claim that the most dastardly of Rogues take ownership of the recipients of their presents, claiming their souls until the debt is balanced.
Here are a selection of knick-knacks and doo-hickeys that’ll perplex any fumble-thumbed brute to disinterested in the art to recognise a Tri-Iambic Pentameter from a Two-Tick, sheathe hold, Witherman-Oak lock.
Crippler’s Palm
A single, polished-leather glove with a small, silver buckle strapped tight on the wrist is the implement of death that was supposedly dealt to several members of the established aristocracy at the regal feast in the capital. According to a witnessing guard upon the balcony, over seeing the busying commotion within the gardens nearing sundown, a lone figure, neither male nor female, parted the crowds in a hurry. Like a red-cloaked salmon striding up-stream, they passed dozens on the way to the orchard. For each one they passed, they caught their attention of with a gentle hand onto the shoulder, or a tap on the back, perhaps a tug on the arm. And for each one he touched with that glove, a few seconds later, we had a corpse. Some have several cracked ribs with no sign of external injury. A couple have crooked necks or spines, twisted like tinder. All is known for certain, is that the suspect darted across the hedge line into the obscuring treeline as soon as the first crunch of bone and collapsing body broke the ambiance, tossing the implement behind them with a dainty bow.
Retorting Headband of Limitless Wit
This elegant band of glimmering platinum is decorated with gleaming studs of colourful, aquatic gems across the front. It sits atop the wearer’s ears and snugly wraps around their scalp, regardless of whether there is hair or not to grip. Whomever dons such an item finds that, when diplomacy turns from negotiation to interrogation, they know exactly what their opposition’s reaction to their own words will be. With this knowledge, they can quickly jump through several options, weighing in the information, to eventually dismantle their defences and leave them astounded and utterly defeated.
Countess’ Ebony Shoulder Cloak
Misery followed the fabled Countess in the south like a bad joke. Every man, woman, and child ‘tween the callous hills and the gravel coastline had heard of’t. She rode from village to village; her knightly entourage bullied taxation out of everyone who was caught in their passage. Doors broken open, windows smashed, barns burned. Eventually, the oppressed victims of these pillaging aristocrats gathered enough coin to convince a seasoned highwayman to put a knife into her neck. True enough, the professional picked off her clumsy protectorate whilst they braved a barren forest road. His perch amongst the pines offered the perfect advantage against the helpless soldiers. Her carriage was trapped stuck in place as a trip wire let a tree topple onto the horses leading it, crushing them and her escape in an almighty thump. Satisfied, he danced down from his branch on-high and unsheathed his skinning knife - a gift from his uncle and teacher -and wrenched the side door off its hinges with an almighty roll of his shoulder. Inside, the Countess sat silently on her silken seat. Her gilded shoulder cloak shined like Crow feather in the sunset knifing through the treeline and into the carriage, her smile broke through her lips like gold within an opened purse. She met the assassin’s glare with a bow of the head: an appreciation of true talent. He leveled his knife at her neck. She responded by pulling her shoulder cloak across her torso, and in a flurry of blood and bites, became a storm of bats, black as ink, sharp as glass. The highwayman didn't even have time to recoil away before he had his clothing torn at from every angle as the swarm overcame him, lifting his writhing, screaming form into the air. And with a snap, the flailing ceased, and the bloodied tatters of flesh, with the coin that bought him, hit the road. The Countess reformed at the side of a horse baring a slumped knight, reaching down to collect the taxes from the thief’s corpse, wiping a drip of deep red from her chin.
Decoy Rings
Sold in pairs, entirely inseparable through misfortune or conscious effort, these simple wooden rings of polished maple always find eachother, somehow. When both are fitted on both hands of a humanoid creature, that being becomes subconsciously aware that their arms, from the shoulder down to the nail, are false. These magical recreations function just as effectively as the previous, organic pair, and can be shedded like a lizard losing its tail to escape a predator. Once the falsities are detached, the true pair of hands appear, seemingly out of nowhere in particular. Often used by condemned prisoners to escape binds, or by greedy spelunkers who become trapped by their hands in traps or mechanisms.
Tinkerer’s Whistle
This brass whistle is slender, and narrow. It is attached to a loop of red string and is engraved with minute etchings of tools, instruments, and implements of delicate craft. Once blown, it emits a piercing whine which makes the ears of young children and small animals itch with unease. After a short while, no more time than it takes for the pain of the sound to disappear, a cantankerous machine of gears and steam jumps into view through a dinner plate sized portal which closes behind it as he exits. It stands 1 and a half feet tall at the shoulder, and resembles a crudely engineered impish creature in thick goggles and a leather apron. Once the summoner is ready, she can direct the machine at a troublesome lock, an impenetrable security system, or a dangerous trap mechanism. From here, the machine will split his hands into several dozen spider-like limbs, each holding a unique and bizarre widget or gadget for bizarre and unique jobs, starting their work on the machine. Once complete, it hops back into the port fro whence it came with a leap.
Enjoy
Pixie x
17/10/2016
viktoria’s human form always associated her with a triangle
~Part one~
Uncolored and colored Inktopia entries!!
It can be digital shhh
I already posted them on Miitopia Amino but ye
A new character to add to my list. A archer giant. As swift with a bow as with his hands on a pouch of gold.
“You should find a better way to source your goons,” the new kid remarked. They straightened, rolling their shoulders as if lifting some unseen weight. They had looked terrified before, all doe eyes and heaving chest and stuttering questions.
Now… now they looked prepared.
Adelaide eyed them with uncertainty.
This was not the new kid she had brought into the fold for their uncanny ability to crack safes. This was not the gawky teenager whose tragic backstory shimmered at the edges of their eyes.
No. This was someone else entirely.
“You are not the person I hired,” Adelaide tugged a bit on the edge of the handcuff, found it binding her to the edge of the car door.
The new kid smiled, all polished confidence.
“No, but I play them well, don’t I?”
Police sirens began to howl as the museum alarms stirred to life, as if blearily saying “something has been stolen, something is missing, someone has been bad.”
If it was up to her, they’d be long gone.
The new kid tucked their hands into their pockets.
“Who are you,” she asked then, because what else was there to say? The rest of her team had fled into the framework of this city, like they were trained to. It was just her, and the person wearing the costume of the new kid.
The new kid shrugged, jauntily.
“Youngest up and coming agent, at your service,” they tipped their head. “High test scores, fast reflexes, people pleasing perfectionism. The works.”
Adelaide studied their face, the outright arrogance, and frowned.
“That’s as much of a mask as the one you wore earlier.”
The new kid’s eyes glittered.
“They did say you were the best,” they said amicably. They sauntered closer as police cars threw themselves onto the pavement around them, corralling them in walls of metal.
The new kid grabbed Adelaide’s collar and pressed their mouth to her ear. She flinched against their hold, and their fingers tightened around her lapel.
“I’ll have you out in three days time—the valuables will be sold and dispersed, and the money filed into an impossibly long line of untraceable accounts. By the time they realize the money trail is cold, you’ll be gone with the wind.”
The new kid glanced towards the cop cars as doors slammed.
“Now. Act as if I’ve taunted you. All arrogant young operative high off their own success, yes?”
Confusion flooded her—then cool understanding.
“You do this every day? Double cross the police and propagate crime.”
The new kid pulled back, cat like in the satisfaction smeared across their face, and grinned harder.
“Only on Tuesdays.”
They winked at her, and she lunged for them, screaming obscenities.
“You bastard,” she put as much conviction in it as she could. By the reactions of the police, they bought it. “You traitorous piece of—“
The new kid—or more aptly named, Monarch—had them out in three days, as promised.
They ruled the city in two months.
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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 1.03 — Second of His Name 2.08 — Queen who Ever Was
When a thief forced you to take money from the ATM, do not argue or resist, you might not know what he or she might do to you. What you should do is to punch your PIN in the reverse… Eg: If your PIN is 1234, you punch 4321. The moment you punch in the reverse, the money will come out, but will be stuck into the machine half way out and it will alert the police without the notice of the thief. Every ATM has it; It is specially made to signify danger and help. Not everyone is aware of this. Reblog this and share to your friends.
I’m not sure how to interpret my experience of the “Ambush!” mission. Garrett tries to make his way through the City, where it’s totally legitimate to be for anyone who isn’t a criminal, and yet the guards know right away if some footsteps or swimming noises they hear are his. How is that possible if other people might also be randomly walking around? I have three hypotheses:
The old “Garrett wears tap shoes to show his contempt for the guards” theory. The guards know it’s him because no one else would be skulking around in the shadows wearing the loudest shoes imaginable.
Garrett just really has a lot of personality, and he puts it into everything he does. Even when he’s just splashing around in sewer water, he leaves his own unmistakable signature on the act of doing so. He’s a true artist who can make anything he tries uniquely his. Connoisseurs would marvel at the art he turns his life into, but the rather simple-minded guards only have a Pavlovian reflex to his characteristic splish-splash patterns and his oh so distinctive style of running away in adrenaline-fueled panic, and go straight into rage mode.
Only Garrett would try 10 times in a row to climb through a window and get stuck every time. The guards are used to his glitchy dumbassery and recognize it by sound. The “master thief” title is cruel sarcasm and everyone but him knows it.
Shinichi: I still want to know how you managed to get the car on the roof.
Kaito: I can't reveal all my tricks.
Not edgy thief I played/played with
A thiefling who just want money and escape the mafia band (derailed by evil god paladin, flamme of anarchy warlock, knowledge mad and bomb lover mage)
A aarakroka obsessed with shiny thing. Have to mad resistance throw to every shiny shit or he's going to try to steal it.
A human thief who is pretty much the tired and broke college student and need money to feed is crippling addiction to coffee.
A demi-elf who grew into orphanage, who put the candy under lock. Picklock thinking candy will be behind. Steal for candy money. (Killed a mimic: where the candy?it's a mimic. And, isn't that like a pinata?)
A dwarf set in proving his clan lock are the best in the world, by picking every lock. Absolutely pants at stealing.
Short Prompt #52
“A jewel for my jewel,” Thief purred, coming up from behind to drape the sapphire pendant around Villain’s neck.
Villain grinned, whirling in their seat and immediately holding out their cupped hands. “A bug for my bug!”
“…” Thief grimaced. “Ok, you’re weirdly adorable, but get that thing away from me right now.”
sketchbook drawings 8ecause ibis wont let me use it
basically just clown redesigns of the classes, il post teh sylph one next
Feel free to argue but-
Kaz. Inej. Nina. Matthias. Jesper. Wylan.
Each of them are the main characters.
Matthias Helvar, The Druskelle
A convict with a thirst for revenge.
Jesper Fahey, The Sharpshooter
A sharpshooter who can’t walk away from a wager.
Wylan Van Eck, The Artist
A runaway with a privileged past.
Inej Ghafa, The Spy
A spy known as the Wraith.
Nina Zenik, The Heartrender.
A Heartrender using her magic to survive the slums.
Kaz Brekker, The Thief
A thief with a gift for unlikely escapes.
Six dangerous outcasts. One impossible heist.
The End.
