Tumblr blogs can be fun: Archaelogical objects from ancient times which are begging to be magical treasure or Lovingly pre-masticated begging-to-be-in-a-game images or The one with the great tagline: "Pick pictures at random, that's your dungeon and/or wilderness adventure"
Best are picture posts which showcase art which wasn't intended for role-playing games, tied, in my estimation, with posts featuring photos from the real world (such as just about any random shot of something in Iceland) which could inspire gaming settings, plots, items, characters, and monsters. It's like your substitute teacher eliciting from the class nouns and adjectives and phrases which have to do with plumbing, and then revealing that these are all part of a Mad Lib which somehow fits alarmingly well into a love letter or personals ad (and then that particular sub NEVER being allowed to teach again in your district once parents heard about it).
So anyway, Joseph Manola, on his often-awesome Against the Wicked City blog, apologizes even in the title of his art post, but writes some really funny stuff: If Romantic-Era Artists Ran D&D Campaigns (AKA 'a thin excuse for an image dump')
Here goes a ripped-off riff from that - hope you like...
IF CZECH EARLY 20th CENTURY ARTISTS WERE DMs
Josef Váchal (1884-1969) - Disturbingly vivid improvisor. Always takes PCs through Astral Plane, Ethereal Plane, Negative Material Plane. Spirits, non-corporeal undead, and spirit giants storm center stage often. After particularly terrifying gaming sessions, he won't host again for a month; tells players he has to clean their "psychic residue" out of his apartment due to their "magical experiments."
His gaming group's visit to the "Elemental Plane of Passions and Instincts":
Josef Lada (1887-1957)- Never invited into Váchal and Zrzavý's groups. Is OK with that because, just from reputation, they freak him out. Recruited his own group of gamers from local villages to play at the house he shares with his parents and grandma. Rolling rough-hewn polyhedral wooden dice around his family's antique Czech farm table, the players say his adventures start out sunny and somewhat vanilla, but then quickly turn their folklore vibe up to 11 and get excellently eerie.
|When the folklore starts to flow and things get eerie...|
His players give him props because Lada isn't afraid to describe, in front of his grandma, the beautiful and deadly rusalka emerging onto the lakeshore to have topless moonlight confabs with the green-skinned vodnik, who collects human souls to seal in his jars underwater.