Poi

Actually gasped when I saw that you guys had him on

It's incredible how 'play game to unlock items that might make the next run just a little more interesting or broken' makes for such an addictive formula

Absolutely in love with how you managed the lines of action

baby goat centaur doodles from a million years ago still make me happy

no hate.
if you gotta pound one out to the smurfs to make it through another god forsaken day, i aint judging.

I mostly go on here to read the somewhat inevitable best of interactions you end up posting here whenever you upload a new video

a scraggly dog 3d render surrounded by feet

creature

8 panel comic P1: Oh look, it's Some Guy. Some Guy is just standing there, Some Guy-ily. We see Some Guy from his unimpressive chest up. Some Guy is wearing a yellow turtle neck. P2: POV switches to an isometric-ish view. I dunno. We're behind Some Guy as he stands on a path, which branches off to the left and right. By the left path, a large pink sphere sits on the grass. It has a logo on it which says "COMFORT ZONE." A dark, dark blue conical object --sitting pointed side down-- sits in the grass by the right path. Its logo says "CHALLENGE ZONE" P3: A closeup on Some Guy's backlit face. Some Guy's face is as implacable as ever. P4: We move down to Some Guy's right hand --by his side-- fingers splayed. P5: ArthurFistMeme.jpeg P6: Some Guy has made his choice. He begins to walk forward. P7: Some Guy continues walking forward, off the path and on to the grass between the two objects. P8: We dolly back to reveal Some Guy is now just a silhouette between two hills in the distance. A blue sky filled with clouds backing distant purple hills beckons Some Guy ever on.

choose your zone

this is why representation in games matters

low polyamory

One can only aspire to use a pen this freely🫡

Recent sketches.

Watch your step 🍌

JERMA IS SO FUNNY

Entry 23

dude I'm getting ads to have a witch blast off my dick

illustration of the super Mario brothers driving recklessly down the street while chased by a red car with two mean looking koopas in it

mario bros commission!

"I'm one cool alien!" thought week enjoying getting cool, laying on a pillow, a fan right next to them, their otherside having a crisp cup of water

Disney-

Drawing if a tired puppy with the caption; "This too shall pass but like wtf"

Bruh

Absolutely in love with the crunchy character portraits

Started doing some sketching on a new worldbuilding project and game idea that's a mix between Slay the Spire and Darkest Dungeon :)

#conceptart #conceptartist #characterdesign

It must be hard to be an artist working on Hades II, given how much time they'd spend with their eyes popping out and their tongues rolling out and hitting themselves in the head with a big cartoon hammer as they shouted awooga

this is the funniest set of spam notifs i've ever gotten in my life

waaa, thank you :))

"There are three kinds of magic," said Wizzler, handing us each a balloon. "You can control tigers, you can shoot tornadoes from your fingers, or you can fly by holding your breath. The color of confetti inside your balloon will reveal which kind of power you have." I felt the panic rising in me. What if my confetti turned yellow, indicating that I was a Tiger-Talker? My family, a long line of proud Tornado-Fingers, would disown me. Could I ever return home, bearing such shame? I tried to calm myself as I readied the ceremonial safety pin. Green, I thought, willing my hopes into reality. Please be green. I popped the balloon, involuntarily shutting my eyes. When I opened them, would I see the green I hoped for? The yellow I feared? What if, gods forbid, the confetti were blue? I opened my eyes, seeing shock on the faces of my classmates. Wizzler himself stared at me, wide-eye. Looking down, I saw myself covered in confetti... purple confetti.

“I don’t understand,” I growled, my body trembling with pain. “I combined eighty percent Earth-elemental mana with twenty percent Fire-elemental mana (Type B), focused through a twenty-four-sided icositetragon made of yellow topaz. This, in conjunction with my blood type, star sign, sense of humor, and nickname, should have produced a blazing column of lightning to vaporize my enemies. Instead, it made a big bubble that smells like fresh laundry. Why?” Skullgrumbler began to laugh. “You fool! You don’t even realize…” he squealed. “You’re facing east!”

“It’s whatever you want,” explained Magemaster Grampledog. “Magic is just whatever you want.” I knew he was speaking in riddles, but I couldn’t grasp his hidden meaning. “So the rules are…” Grampledog lit a sliver of smokereed. “No rules. You say some words and you wave a stick and whatever you want just happens. You don’t even need the stick.” His wisdom still eluded me. I stared into his face, trying to decipher what he was really saying. “No, listen.” Grampledog snapped his fingers and his desk turned into a pile of chicken nuggets. “I didn’t even know that would happen.” His hat then came alive and began to yodel. “It’s pandemonium,” he explained. “It’s complete nonsense.”

In my experience there are three kinds of fantasy magic novels: