And I Work At Your Local Game Store

And I work at your local game store

if you ever wanted to see what I’d look like as a man HERE I’M YOUR TEACHER NOW 

Anyway, daily reminder from a culturally isolated Romani person.

Gypsy does not mean wanderer.

It literally means ‘people from egypt’ or similar, as europeans believed Romani people were from Egypt. It has become known similar to nomad due to how our ancestors have been forced to be nomadic due to racism and ostracization, but it is a SLUR.

Romani people are STILL being forcibly sterilized.

Romani people are STILL being forced into ghettos.

Romani people are still facing violence and danger in countless European countries- and recently, I’ve seen the beginnings of the extremes in the United States.

Have a little fucking respect and DON’T USE A SLUR THAT’S BEEN USED FOR CENTURIES AGAINST US.

And for the love of whatever’s up there, ESPECIALLY do not use it to describe your witchcraft. It is playing on the ‘magic gypsy’ trope, and is EXTREMELY insulting.

non romani people, please reblog this.

HI I MADE A PICREW

It has lots of horrible fashion, pride stuff, 6 skin tones and enough stuff to recreate some characters ^u^

If you like it pliz rb this and make yourself! And tell me if you notice something that needs fixing!

Kano and Zoey doing the drink on boobs thing and Erron and Kabal are just like

OH GOD I LOVE IT!!!

MY TWO BABIES ENJOYING THE MOMENT 💗💖💕❤️💘💓💝🧡💛💜🖤💙💚

Original Fields Of Vesuvia Piece

@arcanaart @fieldsofvesuvia

This was my original piece, featuring @nik-barinova‘s Apprentice Zoey. I’ll be posting my second piece in a moment!

Lavender was supposed to be calming, at least from what Asra told Muriel. 

The smell of it, or something, or maybe the color of the flower was supposed to make things a bit easier, but he looks at the stupid little flowers, twisting one of them between his oversized fingers, and certainly doesn’t feel calm. 

They’re surrounded by it, stretching as far as the treeline, Zoey and Muriel and Inanna, and it’s definitely not calming, definitely not helping his racing heart or his sweaty palms, but the area itself is…serene, he guesses. 

She’s sitting right there, elbows propping her up, and she smiles, catching sight of him staring, and her smile only grows. 

She holds a flower of her own, pulling the buds apart, piece by piece, and tossing them as languidly as possible. He didn’t understand how she made everything so elegant, so concise. He felt like, at any given moment, he was going to break something. 

The sun beats on her face, and she crosses her feet at the ankles, letting herself fall back until she hits the grass with a soft thud, letting the moment consume her. Her eyes are shut, and the smallest of smiles graces her lips, and Muriel opens and shuts his mouth twice, deciding that the moment didn’t need to be spoiled with any empty words. 

He didn’t know what he wanted to say anyway. He didn’t know if he wanted to tell her about…whatever this was he was feeling, or if he ought to just tell her about lavender, all the different meanings, or if he ought to show off the roses not too far off. 

Silence is nice. Silence in the forest is better because it’s not really silence. Inanna pants in her sleep, and birds chirp, and it’s just enough filler to make things less awkward. 

“This is nice.” 

Muriel’s always been baffled by her accent. He wonders where she’s from, if she even knows where she’s from, but he likes the way it sounds, regardless. Though, he thinks, that might just be how he likes listening to her talk.

Definitely not that. 

He averts his eyes, even though he wasn’t looking at her in the first place, and settles on a distant bushel of roses. They’re lovely, a vibrant shade of red that looked like it had been painted on, and his mind is flooded with the things they mean; infatuation, desire, true love. 

It’s just a flower.

The more he repeated it, the more it became true, a mantra to convince him that what he was feeling was not infatuation, nor desire, nor true love. He was going to calm down, dammit, and he was going to enjoy the lavender with her. 

She turns over on her stomach to look at him, propping her chin up with her prosthetic hand, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips, “What’d the poor flower ever do to you, hm?”

He vaguely noticed that he’d completely torn the lavender stem to bits, all the little pieces decorating his lap, from the little purple buds to the green stems. Hers fared a little better, but the stem itself was completely intact. 

Muriel just shakes his head and tries to hide a smile, but of course, Zoey pressed on, pulling herself into a sitting position and asking him, “You know what lavender means?” She seems genuinely curious, which is…surprising, but not necessarily unwelcome. 

“Serenity. Calmness.”

“You feel calm, Muriel?” She asks, plucking another flower. He only blushes, pulling a bundle of flowers together, and starts to weave them together in an attempt to keep his hands busy. 

Muriel smiles, overwhelmed by it all, and shakes his head, barking out a laugh, “Do you?”

She flops on her back dramatically, and he’s worried she’s about to tumble backward. Instead, she laughs and says, “Always!” Her voice rises in pitch as she crosses her legs at the ankles, looking back up at the sky, “Sometimes I wish we could just fly away from it all.”

Muriel looks back at the bushel of roses, to wild growth practically screaming ‘devotion’ at him. He ought to open his mouth, to tell her the truth. He should tell her that maybe, he wants to put a label on this little thing they have going on, if it even was a thing. 

Muriel could swear that the way she looked at him, the way she joked with him, the way she touched him…that just maybe, she might’ve harbored feelings for him, but the rest of the world was screaming about how improbable that really was. 

He didn’t know what he really wanted anyway, considering everything was so confusing. He could laugh at himself for being so stubborn, considering he was expecting all the worst things.

She could hate him. It wasn’t hard to hate him for all the things he did before, and for some reason, she took the worst parts of him and defended him, made him feel like he might not be as terrible as he was. 

“You look…lost.” She looks at him, leaning on her elbow and propping her head up, “You feeling alright?”

Regardless of what he was feeling, he was so grateful for her company, for her friendship, and though the lavender doesn’t help with his nerves, and doesn’t help calm him down, he feels…better, happier, maybe, but he feels like he won’t completely combust now. 

He gives a tease of a smile, the slightest of upturns on his lips, and answers, “No, I’m fine.”

Inanna, as if sensing the tension, practically throws herself on Zoey’s lap, yawning and knocking her back down to the ground. She laughs aloud, and Muriel is immediately sent back into overdrive mode, worried that his dog hurt her, but she’s cooing and scratching Inanna’s ears almost immediately. 

It’s adorable, in a way, watching the two of them, and he’s struck with something, something a bit more, and he’s back to the very beginning, caught up in his head, his feelings, but all he can do for now is smile and watch, plopping the finished flower crown on Zoey’s head. 

He didn’t want to ruin this moment, not right now, so he watches, and hopes.

Kano: Oi, ain’t you just some hot stuff~

Zoey: Hiy! Whit th’ fuck ya starin’ at, ya rubbered cunt?! Ya smell bowfin! Like mah bahookey!

Kano crying: Oh god you’re Scottish...