I just found out that Captain McFuzzybutt von der Kamplich passed away.
Glorious little silver teacup yorkie. Can’t even cry, I’m just glad he passed in his sleep, and pranked my dad as he went. :3
Miss you bb.
MEANWHILE ON TOP OF THE BUG BEAST IN MY BATHROOM A FUCKING FLY IS BUZZING LOUD AS HELL ALL AROUND MY ROOM IT’S FUCKING MIDNIGHT HOW DID HE GET IN HERE MY WINDOW DOESN’T OPEN WHEN DID MY LIFE BECOME FUCKING AUSTRALIA
Hey, babe! If you have a can of some sort of aerosol hairspray, spray the fly! The hairspray will weigh down the wings and once it stickies and solidifies up, it’ll drop.
I do this wih wasps. I actually bought a case of aquanet FOR THIS because we have a wasp nest in the oil tank cabinet out back RIGHT BY MY WINDOW. Good luck. :3
If this gets 3 million notes I’ll make a dress out of these
And wear it to the nearest major city
SIGNAL BOOST AND IF IT GETS TO FOUR MILLION YOU’VE GOT TO MAKE A TIARA THAT MATCHES.
YOU’RE GONNA REGRET PUTTING THIS ON TUMBLR
OMG I’VE NOT BEEN THIS EXCITED SINCE THE FLUFFY CHICKEN POST
I ought to go to bed, but I am imagining to myself what the TW characters would play, who’d DM, the kind of story that they’d play.
And doodling my shifter. blah.
Alright, I am tired of working on my campaign for the night, so if anyone wants my headcanons about my shifter, Zandak, now’s the time to ask.
Also, Will gladly write drabbles about him and his travel buddies if asked (and also OMG srsly, I have so many ideas about his race, man. FYEAH SHIFTERS)
How do people get any planning for their campaigns done? Things I do instead of planning:
- Create new NPCs
- Create new monsters
- Create new NPCs that are monsters
- Create new items
- Create new NPCs that are items
- Write back stories for everything
- Create things that will kill the party
I am so in love with my new tea tumbler and tea. However, I need to make it through all of my old tea first, and then I can enjoy it. :3
Also, with the tumbler now, I am really excite, because my remedial teas are going to be easier to strain than wen I have to use coffee filters or teabags. :D
The last time the wolf had walked around the Empire, he’d been worried about chimeras and human-sacrificing Phoenicians. Now, he was just in search of information for his twin.
Walking through the market, the semi-tanned, auburn-haired giant looked well enough out of place to cause interest, but mean-mugged enough to be unapproachable. It was too hot for Faris’ tastes, and it left him shirtless and with his hair pinned up with the carved hairpins he let the naive assume were antler or ivory. He was a warrior type, kept his money tucked well inside a pocket in a pocket (what little there was), had his bag and sword strapped across from shoulder to hip.
The stalls he passed were colourful, the smells and auras coming from those within, and around, were almost entrancing enough for him to allow people close. Almost.