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Decided to play ghost recon: Wildlands again after 2 years of neglect and made my teammates girls and made them gay. Anyways insomnia sucks.
My Nomad V part 2
Portrait of my Nomad V from Cyberpunk! :DD
The reunion that we need :’3
@thorki-and-other-obsessions
sorry for waitin’ my friend <3 i hope you like it
RV travel is an addition. Seeing the country in the comfort of your own home on wheels, while meeting interesting people along the way. From overnight stops at casinos and boondockers welcome spots, to state parks, faires, and conventions, it’s more fun than I have words for.
Do you RV?
Reach out and tell us about your experiences.
Travel and enjoy your body, you don’t have time to wait
Life is just better this way 🥰 don’t you agree?
Misty Frost my charter for cyberpunk ttrpg. shes a nomad and a bittts of a speed demon hehehehje
NEW CREATURE A ✨GARDRAGON✨ (GARGOYLE AND DRAGON!!!)
how gardagons work :)
they Communicate in grumbles and grunts most gardragons are Nocturnal and prefer high places like treetops or cliffs ,because of their nocturnal instincts they often sleep during the day BUT they can be seen out in daylight(it’s just super uncommon)
(they all have different personalities unique to the individual gar)
they have a unique saliva that acts as a natural bug repellent! they are herbivores. (the sharp teeth are for breaking rock and to dis-interest predators otherwise they have no use!) but the baby’s drink the mothers milk till the age of 12
(THEY ARE MAMMALS NOT REPTILIAN!)
YET they are made of spikes and scales often get mistaken for stone, because of how grey they are.. The ‘eyes’ are not actually eyes but rather a pattern on the head meant to look like so-..in reality they are blind and rely on scent and other senses to navigate.
The bulb on the end of their tail is a stinger! Nothing venomous just paralysis inducing,And also a light high similar to that of a weed high..(but that’s not super common!)
The females have utters like a cows utter which is how they feed their young (CAREFUL! Gradragon milk is extremely toxic to humans when not properly prepared!) You can’t just squeeze it out and drink it. You have to prepare it.. (you freeze the milk in DRY ice the properties in dry ice get rid of anything toxic from the milk..but even if prepared properly it’s SUPER bitter and not the most pleasant texture.)
The males are as shown in the pictures! The only difference is females have utters. Otherwise they are impossible to tell apart.
That’s all :3 hope you liked it if you read this far! ✨🥰✨
does anyone here have much info on irish travellers, especially cant? i’m still developing a character, i’m thinking of her being a traveller, and want to know if i’d be offensive w anything 😭
uh so a few questions if anyone wants to answer
1. what are some neutral/positive terms in use to travellers? i know lucht siúil in irish, and mincéirí may be in cant..? i know basically nothing, i only found out one of the terms i thought was neutral was actually a slur from a romani tiktoker 😭
2. where is cant developed from? what would be the correct name for it? any info on the language is welcome lol
3. things to avoid in the character/character design (i wont be basing much around her ethnicity anyway, if anything).
4. where do you consider your roots to be from? ireland, england, norse, even if theres a region that would help a lot
5. do much travellers still travel? like are they still nomads?
literally ANY info would be welcome, i know nothing and cant find much 😭
journal entry from the road, 1AM 13.08.2023, Istria, Croatia.
Inspired by Keren Cytter’s „White Diaries” I’m launching an irregular series of journal entries from the road (I am on the road pretty much the whole time, since last June). May these entries contribute to my monography or at least to my graduation movie.
I’m in amok. For the most of the day I’ve been in amok. I’ve been calling my friends frantically, talking with them about my next, September journey. Planning things isn’t as exciting as it used to be. Today I’ve committed a faux pas. I gave in to my inner greedy goblin. My friend Joffroy told me that he’s got a spot for a vintage near Lyon. I, blinded by vision of being 1800 euros richer enthusiastically signed up, even tho I’ve dropped out of it almost a month ago. Five minutes before that I’ve been bitching to my parents that I feel like I’m being fucked over by my friends, cause I try to make everyone feel good and combine their busy calendars with my urge to go to Latvia to see art and drop acid and whatever else do nomadic art students do when they don’t attend universities. As soon as I announced my decision to leave for a vintage in France, to my Latvian crew they got angry, rightfully. I lacked empathy for my koibito, since we wouldn’t see each other for over 4 months and I didn’t even tell them in a separate call or message bout that. They told me they felt very sad. They were right, it was too sudden, but I was in amok, just today W420’s aunt told us she wouldn’t be hosting us in Berlin, which derailed our summer plans for 7th or 8th time. I took the occasion as it happened, but than I reflected on it realized I could’ve done it more smoothly. I apologized, we sent each others some music we found, it’s better now. Mediatized communication sucks ass. Tomorrow I’m gonna text my koibito I got kicked out anyway since I can’t work for the whole duration of the vintage (that’s 100% true). We’re gonna go to Riga. My parents told Riga is cheap and cool. I don’t have a joint like Cytter does in her diaries, but maybe for the better? It would hurt my lungs and I would get stoned too much, I have weak tolerance. I’m currently living in something that resembles a very luxurious refugee camp, with almost no POC, only rich, white german kids. Imagine 2000 people in tents and vans, crowded, laying almost on another with pitches among those little 5 meter pines. All the way from the mountain to the sea. My dog is getting mad over people walking near the tent. Swimming has cleared my mind. Deep blue of sea depths does its job. I need to sit down and write down some of my research notes for my new movie. I’m gonna build a dirty video mixer. Hopefully with my koibito, we’re gonna play something together. Soon I’m gonna write an analysis about “Parable of the Sower” by Octavia Butler and “Diamond Age” by Neal Stephenson with their implications for further research and my upcoming movie. The landscape is very cowboy here. It’s dry, cut in half with a big road. It’s very sharp and high resolution, like a photo taken on a quality color film. With colors so bright it deceives you at first, that it wasn’t taken on a Texaco station in 1985. This is a landscape Rango wanted to die in.
Friendship ended with the Bakkers 😤 now the Aldecaldo's are my chooms 😍
(Entry 6: stuck on a gig in the city rn...missing them hours)
Nomad: Un terrorista y mercenario de alguna zona del Medio Oriente. Él es un guerrero errante y no hecho y que a ningún país llama hogar. Nomad lidera un grupo de parias que consta de asesinos y ladrones. Armas: Subfusil ametrallador Sterling con mira de visión nocturna Pistola Tokarev MATERIALES: Trabajo realizado en papel tamaño A4 y lápiz mecánico de 0.5 mm, 0.7 mm; 0.9 y 2mm.
there’s no place i’d rather be
take me back to better days
some people move on, but not us.
“yeah, i guess you’re right.”
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i know i’m late happy birthday steve
Residents of Wakanda
-Steve pays a visit to his favorite kid in Wakanda. And Buckaroo is there, too (;
-T’challa and Shuri endlessly bickering as Okoye looks on, ready to roast them both at the drop of a hat.
Calm Before the Storm
A series about what the members of the Avengers/Guardians were *probably* up to months before the events of Infinity War.
(more to come!)
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“God, I love this place.”
it’s always man-bun season in Wakanda
the Russos and Sebastian Stan confirmed that Steve and Bucky’s meeting in IW wasn’t the first time they saw each other since CW. sooo it’s canon that Steve took some time to visit his BF in Wakanda, right? ;)
my name on your lips used to sound so sweet
my babies deserve better
inseparable
just a quick doodle to distract me from the broken spirit and fractured heart given to me courtesy of Infinity War
i got knots all up in my chest just know i’m trying my best ‘cause when you look, when you laugh, when you smile i’ll bring you back
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sometimes, something makes the soldier feel an itch at the back of his mind
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if the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger,
but our hearts get torn up
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wakey wakey little soldier
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oh memories where’d you go? you were all i’ve ever known
happy birthday Bucky.
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time to save the universe, kids
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