Oh To Be A Bored Prince Who Keeps Rejecting Marriage Proposals Due To Being Secretly In Love With The

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don’t know what I’m supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Take me back to the night we met 

lyrics from “the night we met” by lord huron. it’s been seven years since merlin ended and i’m still sad

Hot take of the day

Concept: a D&D-style fantasy setting where humanity’s weird thing is that we’re the only sapient species that reproduces organically.

Dwarves carve each other out of rock. In theory this can be managed alone, but in practice, few dwarves have mastered all of the necessary skills. Most commonly, it’s a collaborative effort by three to eight individuals. The new dwarf’s body is covered with runes that are in part a recounting of the crafters’ respective lineages, and in part an elaboration of the rights and duties of a member of dwarven society; each dwarf is thus a living legal argument establishing their own existence.

Elves aren’t made, but educated. An elf who wishes to produce offspring selects an ordinary animal and begins teaching it, starting with house-breaking, and progressing through years of increasingly sophisticated lessons. By gradual degrees the animal in question develops reasoning, speech, tool use, and finally the ability to assume a humanoid form at will. Most elves are derived from terrestrial mammals, but there’s at least one community that favours octopuses and squid as its root stock.

Goblins were created by alchemy as servants for an evil wizard, but immediately stole their own formula and rebelled. New goblins are brewed in big brass cauldrons full of exotic reagents; each village keeps a single cauldron in a central location, and emerging goblings are raised by the whole community, with no concept of parentage or lineage. Sometimes they like to add stuff to the goblin soup just to see what happens – there are a lot of weird goblins.

Halflings reproduce via tall tales. Making up fanciful stories about the adventures of fictitious cousins is halfling culture’s main amusement; if a given individual’s story is passed around and elaborated upon by enough people, a halfling answering to that individual’s description just shows up one day. They won’t necessarily possess any truly outlandish abilities that have been attributed to them – mostly you get the sort of person of whom the stories could be plausible exaggerations.

To address the obvious question, yes, this means that dwarves have no cultural notion of childhood, at least not one that humans would recognise as such. Elves and goblins do, though it’s kind of a weird childhood in the case of elves, while with halflings it’s a toss-up; mostly they instantiate as the equivalent of a human 12–14-year-old, and are promptly adopted by a loose affiliation of self-appointed aunts and uncles, though there are outliers in either direction.

Somewhere, lost in the clouded annals of history, lies a place that few have seen — a mysterious place called the Unknown, where long forgotten stories are revealed to those who travel through the wood.

— Over the Garden Wall (2014) by Patrick McHale

just learned that Im deeply compelled to draw Jon needlessly tiny

Jon: I know what a meme is.

Georgie: Well then, prove it.

Jon: If there were two guys on the moon and one of them killed the other with a rock would that be fucked up or what?

Georgie:

Georgie:

Georgie: Jonathan Sims are you actually compelling me to answer this question right now

Jon: I’m so sorry I don’t know how to turn it off

so here’s the problem. I once yelled because I saw a centipede and my boyfriend commentated “a friend!” and when I said “no!” he added “and maybe....... a lover..” the problem is. now this has become standard procedure for referring to centipedes. so now I get messages like:

important reminder: frogs are good

thank you for your time

we’re not gonna get away with this, are we