"Huh….. Bobbing for apples does not feel the same without Tybresa to play with me… We had very much fun at last year’s Harrowing. I wonder where she is now? I do miss her dearly, and I hope she is doing well… Mmm…."
Game at the Harrowing Fair: Lucky Ducks
A massive pond, its water set to gently swirl by a couple of electric pumps, is filled with a flock of plastic ducks. There has to be hundreds of them.
As far as games of chance go, it seems very straight-forward. Catch a duck with a hooked pole. On the underside of the duck is a number, and that number correspond to one of the many prizes on the back wall.
The showman waves you over. “What are you waiting for? Pluck a duck!”
(((OOC: Comment or reblog to play. Keep your ask and submission boxes open for the results. Feeling lucky, ducky?))
"Maybe I won’t be as unfortunate as I have been. I suppose… My name does mean ‘lucky’, after all…"
"Let us play together, Mister Felix!"
Muse: 8’ 3”, 10’ 7” When around Leona
Mun: 5’ 11”
Muse: 6’ 4” with the spider boots 5’ 9” without the boots
Mun: 5’ 6”
Muse : 5’ 8” w/o Top Hat. 6’ 5” w/ Top Hat.
Mun : 5’ 6”
muse 5’0 - 5’2”
askpiltoverjayce started following you
//shit he found me
Viktor, use the Glorious Booty! Save me!
"Quit fantasizing about my posterior and get back to work, acolyte. And, Felix, do not think your thirsty staring goes unnoticed."
"Excuse me?! There’s only one half of me that stares, and it’s not the boring old sod that does your work for you! I can contain myself! Mostly!”
The Hero, standing silently a few feet away from the men, frowns deeply. “I’m—… I’m just gonna leave.” He says hesitantly pointing towards the door.
"I do not think anyone is feeling well… Perhaps I should retrieve the sedatives…"
Rarely did the Hero ever feel like he was under such harsh scrutiny but today was different. His right brow twitched upward as his broad smile cracked. He had made a great error somewhere. With a lift of his head and nervous show of his teeth, he removed his stare elsewhere to one of the six guards that now browsed about his lab.
Such a stringent man this prince seemed to be. The extensive protection, the manners— The hero indeed, looked a fool in front of such a prestigious individual. Regardless, the prince had a motive to be in such a place albeit he looked like he would’ve rather taken a swim in the polluted harbors of Zaun than be here. A sight Jayce would prefer to partake in than the glare he was receiving from Jarvan at the moment. Though slight, his smile returned at the vision of the crown prince splashing about that watery stink pit in his godly, aurous armour.
The tremor of the mechanics behind the secret stair was unexpected. His guards showed little response, but their charge could tell they were uneasy. They were not similarly accustomed to the eccentricities of Piltover’s construction. While Jarvan listened closely, but couldn’t seem to catch the whole story behind the Jayce’s decision to build a below ground facility. His lab had been destroyed once before, and it was clear he had taken steps to secure it further, but who or what had caused the damage was unclear. He added Jayce’s apparent embarrassment to his developing opinion of the man.
With a glance to the device his host left behind, the prince followed down the spiral stair. He took only two of his guards with him, leaving the other four to watch the top of the stairs. Metal steps rang out into the space below, fading as they reached the lower landing. He took in the same austere surroundings as before, concrete, metal, and ceramic. It was all very in line with Piltover’s style, which to Jarvan seemed unfinished and devoid of character.
With Jayce’s invitation for Jarvan to proceed to the chambers below, the young apprentice decided it was time to make her appearance. Fumbling with her safety goggles, she strode quickly to where the great, towering men had conversed. The mousy girl bowed lightly to the remaining assortment of soldiers as they stood in what she assumed to be a protective arrangement.
//Absurdly helpful for people writing royal characters and/or characters who interact with royalty and members of the nobility.
Citizen is simpler and more beautiful~ but just in case anyone needs this.
DUDE BUT THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL PEOPLE
in medieval times you ONLY addressed a king/queen with “Your Majesty”, NEVER “Your Highness”. To address a king/queen with “Your Highness” was considered an insult.
Billboard demonstrating gender stereotypes as most people automatically assume that Alex is the boy.
//Yup, that’s gender stereotypes with naming. However, I have to nit pick as a reality check. The boy is literally in the center of the viewer’s focus, especially in this image. He is the first thing your eye probably notices, so I would expect people to be primed with the stereotypes they were raised with. This is a very important topic nevertheless, even though it isn’t exactly fair to the viewer.
"What? The price of carrots has gone up?! That’s an outrage!"
De Anza College, Cupertino.
So maybe you’re a writer or maybe you’re in a fantasy RP group, maybe you just want to make maps. Either way, with the right guidance the process is pretty easy. Here’s some Photoshop and research resources I’ve compiled to make your life easier.WORLD MAPS
How to generate a map in Photoshop (video)
How to create (mountain) brushes (video)
How to create trees (video)
How to create mountains and hills (video)
How to create swamps and deserts (video)
Tolkien-Style Map Brushes (1)(2)
Parchment Textures (1)(2)(3)
Calthyechild’s Fantasy Map Tutorial & Resources
World Maps to inspire you (1)(2)(3)(4)
City Map Generator
Clevergirlhelps’ Brilliant Post on City Planning
Thewritingcafe’s Brilliant Post on City Planning
Streets VS Monuments
How to create a grid in Photoshop
Cities to inspire you (1)(2)(3)(4)
How Geography Affects Climate
How Streets Evolve as Cities Grow
History of Building Materials
R. Steves’ Europe (Videos)
NEED A NAME?
Location and Setting name generator
Pirate Ship name generator
Ship name generator