…but it’s all Zimmay’s fault that I made them. The last one was specifically her suggestion.
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………so I, uh…. I’ll just leave these here.
(Art from Runewriters.com)
Before you click through to the actual legible comic you may want some context!
SO WE’RE TRYING TO FIX THE SHRINE TO MIND MAGIC. It’s been vandalised/corrupted by some vandals who are trying to make our lives difficult. But being the shrine of mind, it is full of tricks and puzzles.
There was one locked door we hit where there were four platforms beside it, and an inscription above them that read:
He who has on earth, has not in heaven
He who dances on earth, dances not in heaven
He who sings on earth, sings not in heaven
But he who offers prays on earth to the Lord shall be blessed now and forever onward.
idk why there is a typo in this inscription on a wall
BUT ANYWAY after much pondering we finally figured out we had to stand on these platforms, correlating to each line of the inscription — Asher stood on the first, Fuu on the second (‘cause she used to dance), Lord Thaydin was reluctantly talked into standing on the third (“I can’t sing.” “Stand there anyway. It doesn’t say sing well.”) and Yin obviously took the praying one at the end. We ended up all being compelled (oh, shrine of MIND MAGIC, right) to fulfill the various things and then had them taken from us - Asher’s stuff disappeared, Lord Thaydin lost his voice, and Fuu couldn’t move, BUT YIN WAS DANDY since he was the praying dude. He was able to unlock the door, and his touch was able to fix each of our new problems.
He decided to do this by gently touching Fuu’s head, grabbing my necromancer by the throat, and giving Asher a high-five. Lord Thaydin was understandably alarmed by his methods.
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Zim and I imagined the the party discussing this afterwards, and then I had to make a comic about it, which we have both decided is 100% what actually happened while walking to the next room.
Neither one of our characters slept last night and I think it shows.
So a while ago, our normal D&D games were taking a bit of a break, and Steph and I pondered if it would be possible for our DM to run a very small game for just two people.
We both had some characters lying around so we decided to try it out! Her startlingly lethal 10-year-old Clancy (fighter/barbarian gestalt) and my alchemist-robot-who’s-trying-to-pass-as-a-sapient-creature 24-52 (artificer/marshal gestalt) joined forces. I’d say we were pretty epic!
(In case you’re wondering about the slapstick routine going on behind me here, Twen has a wand of grease, and it’s pretty great.)
So a while ago I mentioned that shortly after being whisked off to an entirely different universe to fight the Worldslayer of war, then following him into the realm of Chaos to destroy him — where, not only are mortals just NOT SUPPOSED TO BE, but he was in his true form, which is some kind of monstrous malformed boar-thing that mortals are just NOT SUPPOSED TO SEE — and making it back to our own world only to accidentally time travel about a year into the past…. our DM made us pick derangements/insanities for our D&D characters.
We didn’t choose off a list or anything, though some lists were provided for reference; mostly, we just analysed all the crap our characters went through and tried to imagine how that might tip them over the edge. Followers of this blog are familiar with my necromancer’s problems, but I thought I’d run through the whole party since I REALLY LIKE what the others came up with.
But let’s start with this guy.

Anybody remember when I was drawing this character before?
…..Did I…… mention that he’s a robot in disguise?
Well okay. Technically “golem.” But yeah, he was created by his alchemist to…. help with alchemy, actually. For those of you familiar with the class, he’s an artificer. C:
The way our DM is running golems is that they are alchemically created out of some combination of components that affects what they can do and where their stat boosts are. Twentyfour-Fiftytwo aka “Twen” is at least partially made out of a child’s toy soldier, which makes him a little sturdier and also human-looking-enough to pass if he covers up all his joints.
He kind of talks like he’s spent his entire life on Simple Wikipedia though.
I spent the morning un-following a bunch of very talented people on Tumblr.
That feels like a really weird thing to say. And it is.
It was nearly a dozen different artists in all, and they were all extremely talented. Part of what moved me to Follow them in the first place was their skill. In…
Oh hang on, apparently it’s time for me to have an opinion.

The obnoxious thing about me replying to disagree with this… is that I actually kinda agree with it in a lot of ways. I think the distinction of “you are talented but you do not inspire me” is excellent wording, and that the OP was not at all wrong to unfollow people who weren’t providing that inspiration. Fanart doesn’t motivate the OP, and to recognise that and take the initiative to move away from it is really cool. I also think there’s a lot of fanart that IS just self-indulgent, non-critical “omg omg I love these characters let me make them kiss.” And, yeah, I’d like to see less shipping in general myself (but WHAT YOU GONNA DO).
But I think my problem with this post is generalisation (which is basically my problem with all of life so let me be more specific).
It’s a little weird to talk about how important thinking critically is, and how cool deconstruction is, and then say that fanart can’t be these things. What is the difference between Fallout Equestria and Watchmen? What is the difference between Hemostuck and Wicked? Both Wicked and Hemostuck (homestuck fanfic) look at the same characters in a new light, and examine relationships and character dynamics that MIGHT HAVE BEEN even if they aren’t stated in the original canon. Both Watchmen and Fallout Equestria (My Little Pony fanfic) take known tropes and archetypes introduced by their respective genres, and deconstruct them and take them to their logical extreme. Why is one acclaimed and the other immature? I’m not sure that I see a difference. There sure IS a lot of immature fanstuff. But I’m not sure that I’d judge it all that way.
The use of the word “immature” seems to point to this… fallacy-thing I run into a lot, where people assume that everyone follows the same path of development.
The problem with this way of thinking is that different people take different roads and find satisfaction in different things. Some people find D&D characters most satisfying when they’re a version of themselves. Some people have an undying passion as their strength, rather than a thing they must grow out of. And some people find fanart a satisfying way to exercise their creativity.
So, I would say that an artist can have a tumblr entirely filled with nothing but Adventure Time doodles and, really, you may well say “wow that’s not doing anything for me” and move on to someone who pushes you creatively. But there’s no space, in my opinion, to judge them immature for the work they choose to post.
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ON THE FLIP SIDE HOWEVER
I think there’s an important message here all the same: fandom can so easily become a trap. I was tremendously saddened to read a response to the OP that said, in essence, “Well, yeah, I love my original work, but I’m sure nobody is interested in that, so I don’t post it.” That’s…. shoot, that’s a shame.
The truth of the matter is that the immediate reward that fanart brings can cause artists to give up on their personal work. It’s kind of like those drugs that make you happy but destroy your ability to produce endorphins. After the high that fanart brings, and how loved you feel when you get 200+ notes, the one or two people that really connect with your original stuff can seem so underwhelming. As artists, many of us can’t help but feel most validated when we connect with people, and fanart offers part of that connection ready-made.
While I think that putting down all fanart-heavy blogs was a dangerous way to try to get the point across, the point still stands. It’s worthwhile to look at your original work as a contribution that only you can make, and to strive to say the things you have to say. Even though fanart will always have a more enthusiastic response, you have to know and believe that telling YOUR story is valuable, if you have a story to tell.
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Omen doodles again!
So you remember yesterday I mentioned we all broke out of jail? Everyone ELSE in the party hatched this elaborate plan with some guy running a 24/7 orgy brothel crime ring that Snaketongue really didn’t want to be working with, and they were gonna infiltrate a party held by one of the city’s OTHER crime lords and steal a thing for the guy WE were with so he could find the real assassin for us and clear our names and etc. etc. etc.
But since his failed spell had worn off by this point and we could all speak normally, Snaketongue washed his hands of the whole affair and went to turn himself back in and explain the misunderstanding. The guard he approached was really not understanding at all, as this earned the priest a dart to the neck, a blow to the head, and (once we were reunited) a stern lecture from the rogue on why we should never trust the police to be reasonable.
(It’s worth noting that the only reason they came back to rescue my sorry tranquilised ass is that they needed “someone with magic” to find the actual assassin and I fit the bill well enough.)
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Best line of the night, when everyone else came back into the jail to get me out (again):
Shazz: “DO I SEE THAT HAPPENING?”
Zim: “NO! YOU’RE BEHIND BARS, FEELING DRUNK!!”