#the adventure zone balance
This is exciting - February 21st, 2023
The Clintoris diagram
Today’s Davenport is chillin like a…a real sweet boy.
[ID START: A warm digital drawing of Davenport on a ledge, admiring a purple and yellow flower gently held in his hand. He wears a loose red robe bound in copper bands at his shoulders and waist, in addition to knee-length leggings and grey socks. The ledge is decorated with vines of the same kind of flower Davenport holds in his hand. END ID]
The lonely journal keeper
Played on Drawpile recently and drew my design for famed wizard Taako Taaco for the first time in a hot while hehe
Monster
pov it’s halloween and the love of your life has the most evil hands you’ve ever seen and did i mention she is the love of your life
(a little outta left field but i didn’t have time to write anything for today’s prompt so… art!!!)
Sun/Moon
Barry and Lup lay on the deck of the Starblaster, stargazing. They hadn’t come out here together, Lup went out first and Barry sheepishly followed her. He couldn’t help it, really; he felt a bone-deep, physical attraction to her. Not horniness—well, not justhorniness—but like a gravitational pull.
The sky on this planet was like nothing he had ever seen. The stars were huge, and their light shifted from a soft lilac to a sea foam green. After what felt like an eternity of gentle silence, Lup looked over at him.
“Do you ever wish you were something else?”
He laughed quietly. ”Hmm… maybe Tom Arnold, or someone like that. Famous, but not too famous, y’know?”
“Not someone else,” Lup corrected. “Somethingelse.”
Barry didn’t quite know how to respond. He shook his head.
“I think I’d like to be a sun,” she whispered, almost to herself. Almost like he wasn’t meant to hear. But he did. He spent the next few days thinking about her question, and eventually found his answer.
There was a time, long before Lup entered his life, when he wondered what his purpose was. What anyone’s purpose was, really. Looking back on that period, it all seems so empty and meaningless. Now, he knows what his purpose is.
If Lup is a sun, then Barry is a planet. Orbiting effortlessly around her day after day, year after year, century after century. It’s not a difficult task, not by a long shot. He enjoys the endless rotation, enjoys revelling in her beauty day in and day out.
•••
Lup is in the process of making a killer lasagna one afternoon when Barry approaches her. He looks nervous, standing in the entryway to the kitchen. He reminds her of a small child standing in their parents’ doorway, psyching himself up to confess he threw up.
“Y’know that thing you said the other day?” He asks, avoiding eye contact.
“About how we should call it ‘rubbing’ errands instead of ‘running’ errands?”
“No, about wanting to be something else?”
“Oh, yeah?”
“I’d be a planet.” He finally looks up from where he’d been twisting his hands together anxiously. “If I could be something else, I’d be a planet.”
“Huh,” Lup smiles softly. “That suits you, Bear.”
Barry nods, pleased with his answer. Lup barely pays attention to the rest of their conversation, too focused on the fact that her answer has changed.
If Barry is a planet, Lup is his moon.
sometimes a bitch needs to calm down and draw a taako. sometimes the bitch is me