It’s the Basic Ball!

A ball for the rest of the LGBT-cuties.

—A Black Lady Sketch Show 1x02

That “Bitch he’s not eating he’s at work” has me flatlined

this sketch cured my depression i don’t have to go to therapy anymore i’m uplifted and seen and felt and heard and held

hato ship week day 2!! the prompt was ‘quiet’

REMEMBER SKIP-IT FROM THE 90’S

my weapon of choice during school yard fights 

DnD campaign but the only weapons are 90′s toys @riskpig

Distance weapon: those sky dancer propeller toys.

I’ll allow it.

I have but two words:

Are those a weapon or piece of armor?

Party walks into the inn to rest and the pub looks like

Perfection.

@anotherspecter

I ride into battle on one of these

Animal Companions

Fresh combat

Monks have to use these

Wizard’s Spell book

Warlock Patrons

Archfey

Fiend

Celestial

Great Old One

The undying

THE B A R D

It got better since I last saw it

This is so weird bc being born in 1997 I saw all these toys… old, dirty, and faded by the sun

it’s so weird to think of them as new and current toys rather than the relics of a bygone age

Currency

Dungeon:

the party embarks upon a laser quest

Stop chocobo before he kills again

best trope!!!: two characters are undercover at a ball. they’re dressed up all fancy & a waltz starts playing & they dance together but they’re carefully analyzing the room & theorizing under their breaths the entire time. bonus points if they get separated & dance w different partners at some point & then shove through the crowd to get back to dancing w each other. MORE bonus points if one of them is wearing a fluffy dress & the other lifts them into the air

more VERY good points abt this trope

drew the gorls last night

i’m fucking wheezing this is so demonic

This is what I woke up to at 7 am

We’ll never reach this level of comedy again… :(

michael rosen attempts to dab

Two fair men lie in water warm and slow,

As brothers are they joinēd heart to heart;

But Cupid hath not struck them with his bow;

Lest that be thought, they sit five feet apart.

Fling Posse VS 麻天狼 !!

you still tried your best and that is worth something

i wish soulja boy would walk into my house and crank dat, killing me instantly

I one time did a campaign in DND where the entire party woke up in a trash heap, memories wiped, when a man in shining white armor approached them. He helped them up, healed them, and helped them escape what was essentially the dump and find their way into the sunlight. He told them of the tale of a wicked king of immense power who bargained for his abilities from a demon, hoping to save his kingdom, and succumbed to the evil after his wife died. The wife had a pearl necklace, and it was the man’s duty to find those pearls, because they held a magic in them that could defeat the king. 

This particular NPC was startlingly overpowered at first, right a long the levels of 6 while everyone else was just starting out, and he helped them along in the most dire situations, healing, defeating, and even resurrecting for them. There would be periods where he would be gone, and the party would have to face a crypt full of mummies together, or dive into the deepest parts of the ocean and retrieve these milky white pearls that would give them the ability to help their friend and defeat the wicked king. Slowly, their memories came back to them, and that was a stark comfort for them, but the entire time, there seemed to be a piece missing. 

After they retrieved 5 pearls (they broke the 6th one), they journied with the man to the wicked king’s castle, and fought their way through endless ranks of guards, undead, demons, and even a lich, until they made their way to the sacred bed chamber of the king, that they all remembered the story of from before they had awoken in that garbage pile. They opened the doors, only to find it empty, save the usual furniture, marred by scratches and the ancient scrawl of demons. The man in the white armor sighed and walked into the bedroom. 

And his armor changed from white to pitch black, and the whole party remembered suddenly. That was the face of the wicked king, the face that smiled at them whenever he healed them, the face that looked stern as they suggested stupids things to find the pearls. Apparently, in lapses of the demon’s control, the king had found a way to set him self up for defeat, by bringing his wive’s pearls along with brave, powerful warriors. Every absence he felt was where he had to return to the demon’s control and become the wicked king again, but he was determined to fight himself, to rid his own evil from the world, to end this curse of immortality and see his loved one again. 

I made the party fight the final boss, and they saw the eyes of a friend. 

They all cried, and I am no longer allowed to DM for them.

GLORIOUS.

Excellent DMing!

Woah

Something else I forgot to post, done for a Suikoden zine!