I Wanted To Get Back In To Painting Minis But Both Dnd Campaigns I’m In Don’t Use Irl Maps, Then

Still Wakes The Deep, horror aspects aside, is a kind of game that could only work with the Celtic creators and in-game characters it had. The camaraderie that the cast had with each other is a perfect representation of the Celtic culture with their light jabs and general sense of immediate acceptance no matter the obvious differences in the crew, example being, Trots being an open Communist. There is no issue ever broached with this throwaway fact about him solely because he is likeable and a decent guy amongst them all. The use of accurate colloquialisms to each person's dialect is refreshing to see as a Celtic person myself (Irish) and this is a culture so commonly mischaracterised in media. Every person has a relationship with each other however small or unmentioned in the course of gameplay. We can see this so clearly when Caz reacts to the bodies and deaths of unamed crew members.

Just in general its super refreshing to see accurate rep for Celtic culture from Celtic creators and I'm still so in awe of the game as a whole upon finishing it last night with my girlfriend. Obviously the creature design, the story and the whole cosmic Lovecraftian horror aspect is stunning and unique as a game! But the cast grasped our attention just for these details alone and I just had to mention it.

I'm having like really funny thoughts rn but I'm slightly too sleep deprived to draw them..

Oh boy I hope I don't get utterly and intrinsically emotionally attached to a fictional character and God dammit

My cable box died❗️❗️

I'll post some actual stuff tonight if I can finish work in time lmao^^

Weow, life of luxury mlp infection au…..

Please help me rebulid my Bakery

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I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖

On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.

But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.

Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.

The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.

But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.

As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.

The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.

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They should've kissed in this comic. I shall forever stand by that.

Best friends.....hashtag riddlebat

a very silly little animatic using an audio my buddy Falbright made for my birthday!!! (IT'S HARD TO EXPLAIN JUST LOOK AT THE TWEET GJHSDG)

as usual bc he's Not on tumbl yet I'm also linking his twitter and bluesky pls go peep him he's lovely

This is what I've been doing my whole week..

When I heard this audio for the first time, I immediately thought of Windows and Palmer xdd

I'm a fuckin yapper-

Anyway, here's some Riddler