Tag your oc who has scars/marks that constantly remind them of horrible backstory you probably gave them.

You know the one.

do you ever just

@writer-dwellings

playing with ocs is either

or 

@ffxivfisticuffs

not to get mad nerdy but I just discovered tabletopaudio.com and I’m fuckin losing it

this person (people?) goes about making 10 minute long loopable ambient noise tracks for every imaginable setting (docks, taverns, forests, airships, spaceships, office buildings, sewers, EVERYTHING) and has over a hundred tracks to offer, and on top of that if none of them suit you there’s a huge feature called soundpad where you can mix and match from their set of hundreds of individual sound effects and music clips to make your own ambient background track

holy shit dudes

I did a little further reading on his about and the guy running this is just a dad with two kids who like playing tabletops with him and he had the composition and musical training to start making soundtracks for his games then decided to spread that to the world for absolutely free, he even welcomes you to use his tracks in your works (podcasts, videos etc) and is open to being hired for custom tracks

I love him

Does he have a patreon or something I wanna make sure to hype this up

Link.

i’m bad at understanding romantical things unless people are explicit. like seriously. don’t drop me a hint. i’ll pick it up, dust it off, and hand it back without realizing it was for me.

barbarian-rp:

Cain screeched like a banshee when the barbarian pulled is hair, releasing his bite and blood flushing to his face for a breif moment. She tried to punch at the man’s ribs while scrambling to his feet to lessen the pain of his matted hair being ripped out of her scalp. “If you weren’t my good friend I’d slit your throat while you sleep!” Cain yelled, her red face smiling as she threatened him. “By the spirits Jericho I thought you’d put up more of a fight. I missed you cousin.”

Jericho put a little pressure on the wound, chuckling at the ferocity of his old friend. “Bah, caught me off guard is all. Just got home, was expecting my homecoming to be a little more peaceful, ya know?” He couldn’t quite keep a straight face as he made excuses, and knew he couldn’t fool the shaman so easily.

“Oh, who am I kidding, I missed you too, Cain. Now stand straight, let me take a good look at ya!” It’d been many months since he last saw Cain, and he hoped the reckless wildling hadn’t damaged that pretty face of hers while he was away.

@barbarian-rp

Cain reeled back and punched Jericho in the back of the head before jumping up on a rock. “Fuck you!” She cried out along with a few more choice words in a few obscure languages. 

It had been a long day for the shaman. The spirits in the nearby badlands were aggressive and he had been trying to keep patient with them to explain why caravans were moving through their sacred spaces while also trying to redirect the merchants, who were not nearly paying her enough to keep them safe, away from the dangerous sections of the rocky wasteland. It was tedious, boring, and obnoxious and all she wanted to do was hit something.

He picked up a nearby rock and chucked it as hard as she could at the barbarians stomach and bared her teeth to give out a growl that the wolf packs would use before they began play.

Oof! It took a moment and an adrenaline rush for the barbarian to realize what was going on, but once he did his face lit up considerably. “Great God Damned Cain,” Jericho said, “the primal spirit speaker, champion of the wilds, wants to fucking throw down? Well shit, let’s play then, wild child!”

And with that, he leaped at him with all the grace of a boar, intent on throwing the shaman to the ground and claiming her perch as his own. 

He tried to brace himself as the man lept, crouching down and keeping her center of gravity low, but gods be damned if anything could stop that meat slab of a warrior, and cain went flying into the bush. She had hit her head on a hard root and her vision went blury but kept smiling as he hoped back onto his feet. “I’ll rip your throat out!” Cain cried as he pounced on Jericho’s shoulder, clawing at his hide and trying to bite off a chunk of him.

“OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT!” Yelled the barbarian as teeth sunk into him. You’d think Jericho would have all sorts of experience wrestling with vicious biting things, and yet the barbarian fell over like timber, caught entirely by surprise.

Sprawled on the ground, he realized that this would be a meatier match than he originally thought, and, with a wicked grin, yanked hard on the shamans hair. “Teach YOU to fight dirty, ya wee fuck!”

@barbarian-rp

Cain reeled back and punched Jericho in the back of the head before jumping up on a rock. “Fuck you!” She cried out along with a few more choice words in a few obscure languages. 

It had been a long day for the shaman. The spirits in the nearby badlands were aggressive and he had been trying to keep patient with them to explain why caravans were moving through their sacred spaces while also trying to redirect the merchants, who were not nearly paying her enough to keep them safe, away from the dangerous sections of the rocky wasteland. It was tedious, boring, and obnoxious and all she wanted to do was hit something.

He picked up a nearby rock and chucked it as hard as she could at the barbarians stomach and bared her teeth to give out a growl that the wolf packs would use before they began play.

Oof! It took a moment and an adrenaline rush for the barbarian to realize what was going on, but once he did his face lit up considerably. “Great God Damned Cain,” Jericho said, “the primal spirit speaker, champion of the wilds, wants to fucking throw down? Well shit, let’s play then, wild child!”

And with that, he leaped at him with all the grace of a boar, intent on throwing the shaman to the ground and claiming her perch as his own. 

Return

Passerby found it hard not to gawk. After all, it wasn’t everyday you saw a riding lizard, even in a town with it’s own adventurer’s guild. It’s vibrant scales shone an electric blue under it’s gunmetal barding, and it’s eyes awoke a primal fear in anyone who wandered too close. The strange beast bore a tall, heavily cloaked rider, armed with a massive bone-white axe. Anyone standing at the right angle could even catch a glimpse of some small, bright gleam of metal under that dark hood. Such a mysterious sight attracted plenty of attention, particularly from the local guard detail, but a close look under the hood relieved any fears they might have had. Indeed, it turned out to be only a familiar face, albeit very changed, finally returning home. 

He rode his way through the crowded streets, past the merchant stalls, through the cramped alleyways, up the hill, and eventually stood before those wrought iron gates he knew so well. Home again. It looked like the Guildhall had seen a fight or two since he left, much to his chagrin, but that big, beautiful building certainly hadn’t lost it’s luster. It almost brought a tear to his eye, realizing how much he missed this place. How long had it been now? It certainly felt like years, for a number of reasons, but he’d actually been gone for only a few months…

He threw back his hood and brushed his hair back, wanting to look presentable for his homecoming. His hair had grown considerably, his short wave of brown becoming long flowing locks, and a thick beard that he couldn’t wait to shave away. He bore a few new scars as well; one that bisected one of his poor eyebrows, and another little nick to the cheekbone. Even more surprising was the glittering, golden, prosthetic ball that had replaced his left eye, complete with an iris formed of ruby inlay, and even a pitch black onyx pupil. Yet, despite these extensive changes, the most striking difference lay in his demeanor. His once blank stare now burst with purpose, his sullen face now raised with joy, and a wide grin, once forced, now rose as naturally as the sun. Truly, it was the face of a man reborn.

After a minute more of silent procrastination, Jericho tied off his mount, took one last deep breath, and swung those front doors wide open, ready at last to rejoin his old companions.

Paradise Island - Game Environment Reel 2016

Here it is, the Game Environment I’ve been working on for the past 6 months at Think Tank Training Centre. Everything in this Reel was done by me, modeling, texturing, shading and lighting. The Concept I followed: https://cornacchia.ru/index.php?album=photoart&image=Isola.jpg If you have any questions regarding my Demoreel, please feel free to contact me!

Stef Velzeboer

please reblog this if it's okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you even if you haven't reblogged a meme because I just want to RP with you

Rate my Rp skill.

★ = room for improvement ★★ = not bad ★★★ = pretty good ★★★★ = a badass at everything you post ★★★★★ = are you even human? DAMN. -★ = wow, quit while you’re ahead. -★★ = shit, I can’t read some of that one. -★★★ = huh? What are you even talking about? -★★★★ = ok, half of this isn’t even words, it’s just random shit. -★★★★★ = I really think you need to learn how to read. Or just leave, yeah….. just leave. Stop talking and leave.

{ IF YOU ALL DO THIS I HAVE TO AS WELL! }

me: i just want my ocs to be happy for once

friend: you’re their creator. you literally have the power to just let them be happy

me:  ✔ Seen 8:57

Jericho:  Wordsmith!  Where’s the cleansing powder?

Curio:  We don’t have that here.  We have soap.

Jericho:  The hell is soap?

Curio:  It's that yellow block there made of animal fat.

Jericho:  That sounds awesome! *CHOMP*  Bah! This tastes nothing like what you just said!

(Source:  DBZ Abridged)

Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

I can not express this enough.

Totes.

Reblog if your muse needs a good mother/father figure in their life