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slushiepizza · 2 months

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this fanfiction has suggestive themes. but not actual depictions of sexual interaction. still, i'd prefer it if minors don't interact.

Pairing : Doc/Hush

Tags : Meat Themes, Food as a form of love, hunger as a form of love, knifeplay (for the sake of teasing and not to the point of wounding), graphic depictions of eating, getting together, kissing, vaguely horny, unhinged doc, depictions of corpses

Word Count : 3,192

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Notes : Thank you so much to @joshusten for accompanying me through writing this whole thing. This wouldn't have been finished without their help! This is a challenge for myself to describe the intersection of the feeling of being hungry for food, and being hungry for love and companionship/desiring over someone. Also to describe love interests appetizingly, while describing food titillatingly. I think Hush and Doc's dynamic is perfect for those themes- considering he isn't human and thus is unfamiliar with those sensations, and also that he canonically DID learn how to cook for Doc's sake.

To Hush, hunger used to be a foreign concept.

But ever since he took on his humanoid form- the fleshy disguise that was a mockery of what he was capable of- there’s a simmering under his skin, crawling and clawing for something. There’s a sort of hollowness that couldn’t be filled.

Hush manifested in an underground tunnel full of humans. There were signs above him with words like ‘to Union Station’, ‘Santa Monica’ and ‘Mind the gap’. He followed the crowd to a stationary vehicle, ethereal and glowing with artificial light. As soon as he stepped onto the platform, the metal doors closed. Inside, it was cramped and narrow.

Someone’s elbow was digging into his side and someone pressed against his back. He found the fact interesting, as he discovered that most humans liked their personal space. But not here. Not inside the tunnel that currently moved in speeds that reminded him of Aria, the windows that lead to outside blurred what remained of the scenery into long lines of color.

Between the sea of people, Hush took in the surroundings as best he could with people breathing down his neck. A man was sitting on the far end of the cargo. He took out a bowl with a transparent lid. He opened it, revealing the insides of rice, meat, and vegetables. He spooned the food into his mouth and chewed with vigor. Beside him, a woman is holding a cup with a dark liquid, steam wafting off of it. She took a sip and winced. The next time she approached the drink, she slowly blew on it, disturbing the vapor. She let out a sigh as she swallowed. In the forgotten corner near the window- a couple was kissing and sucking on each other’s lips. One of them slid their hand down the other’s thigh. The action produced wet, smacking noises and the humans around them looked revolted, turning their backs away.

He sensed that they all felt a similar sort of feeling, a concoction of desire, relief, hunger, craving mixed into one. Hush didn’t find other humans interesting, but he noted that there was something to be made of the fact that there’s an animal-like primalness to the act of eating something. To him, Arcana is just a source of power floating in the vastness of Aria. He didn’t need to chew or swallow- it’s just absorbed into his form, imbuing him with energy. Hush recounted that Doc also took pleasure in the act, losing themselves in the morsel.

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Doc pulled a chair and joined Hush at the kitchen table. “Oh, man. I’m starving,” they sighed as they took a burger out from its paper bag, the colorful logo of its origins crumpled beyond recognition. “Still not into food? Eating in general? We can share it if you want,” they gestured the bun towards his direction across the table.

“No, thank you. Arcana is more than enough sustenance.”

Although he still relied on Arcana as a source of energy, his body never seemed to be rid of the feeling of lacking something. It’s a phantom sort of sensation- like it knew how it’s supposed to act when unfed, but couldn’t seem to find the right functions to do it.

“Suit yourself, then.” They took a bite and hummed in pleasure. Their white, ivory colored teeth sank into the bread and patty. It was pliant under their grasp, their fingers marking it with dents. A crunch from the lettuce. “Wow. That really hit the spot.”

Doc wiped off their mouth with the back of their hand, yet their lips were still shiny, slick with oil, the meal marking an evidence of their appetite just. Hush watched unblinkingly as they chewed, barely swallowing before inhaling and going in for another bite. He noted that there’s something strangely intimate yet taboo about the way humans eat. Like it should be done behind closed doors, away from onlookers.

His human companion themself- had a particular affinity for food that was eaten directly with their hands. “Tastes better that way. Burrito, fries, sliced fruit. Sushi. It’s kind of nice to touch and feel it going into my mouth,” they said, muffled between bites.

There’s something sacred about the way Doc eats. They always do it with a reverent sort of enthusiasm. Completely indulging themself in it, not holding anything back. They cradled the burger as if with affection, with tenderness.

Hush felt oddly shameful, as he watched the food disappear past their lips into the cavern of their wet mouth. The act of watching them eat, almost voyeuristic in nature.

He imagined what it would be like to cook them a meal- the food that they metabolized being his own picking. He’d gather out the ingredients, meticulously cut and sear it.

He made up his mind to do so.

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Hush found himself in front of a glass display of animal carcasses hanging from hooks. The flesh was plenty, hanging off the bone with white fat between the muscles. He couldn’t recognize what they used to be. The hook twisted the carcass slightly when a stray gust of wind moved it. On the rack, other rolls of meat filled with what looked like herbs sat. It was bound with twine rope, the layers of meat dimpled out provocatively.

“You!” the burly man beside the display acknowledged him, sharpening his knife with a clink, clink, clink. “Are ya’ buyin’ anything or are you just gonna stare?”

“Sorry.”

Doc told him that it was wise to apologize whenever someone is displeased with him. They said it could get him out of unsavory situations.

“What do people usually buy?” he asked, taking good care to make himself look as conventional as possible.

“Eh,” he mindlessly tapped the cutting board with his knife. The cuts of meat around him shook slightly. “Rib’s popular if ya’ got the money. Shank for broth. Maybe…flank? For steak.”

“The flank, then,” he said, looking him in the eyes as a sign of respect. He looked uncomfortable under his stare, and averted his gaze down to the board.

“Ya got it.” He groaned with effort as he took one of the hanging pieces and put it on the table. Hush noticed that there’s hints of extremities, like two protruding hind legs. The man’s knife scored the top membrane- a thin film with a pinkish hue- to reveal ruby-red fibrous muscle. He cut the muscle away and folded it into a neat roll. “She’s a beauty, this one.”

There’s a strange sort of tenderness the butcher had for the meat. The man was protective of them, like a father might for a daughter. He’d give Hush a glare whenever he stood too close to the chops, and cut the skin with a delicate hand when he himself was anything but.

“How do you usually cook it?”

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The flank sizzled in a sea of butter and garlic, red slowly turning into brown. Hush flipped the meat and it made a loud sound.

Strangely, it reminded him of the demon in his companion’s apartment. The surge of rage and power that ran through his veins when he saw them threaten his companion. The explosion of connective tissue and viscera on the kitchen floor.

Both an act of devotion, he thought. His power tore through sinews and bone- and the knife in his hand sliced the flank clean, revealing the pink, rare, inside. Tempting in its dampness.

Doc opened the door with a clatter of their keys when Hush was setting the steak on the dining table. It looked accurate enough to the pictures he saw in the books he studied. A firm, supple steak in the middle of the plate. A fork and knife on its side. He even set the table with a tablecloth, candleholders and a bowl of apples in the center. Romantic wasn’t quite the word he looked for when he did all this, but it was quite accurate to how picturesque the spread was.

“I made you dinner,” he turned to them. “Oh, I was wondering why it smelled so strong,” they laughed as they put away their shoes. “Thanks, Hush. Appreciate the effort.”

They looked surprised when they saw that the kitchen was clean despite the smell- although he committed to making the meal by hand, he’d used the help of magic to wash the dishes. “You really know how to spoil me,” they teased. “What’s the occasion?”

“I like seeing you eat,” he confessed. “There’s something…appealing about it.”

They raised an eyebrow, and good-naturedly huffed as they walked over to the dining table. “Thanks. I guess. I’ll take that as a compliment. Hey, you even set the table and everything.”

“Yes. It’s to add to the experience. Humans eat with their eyes first, before their mouth.”

Doc sat themselves down in front of the plate and gave Hush a strange look when he kept standing. They pat the seat beside them.

“Aren’t you going to sit down?”

“Okay,” he obeyed and mirrored their sitting position. Hush watched as the human took the fork on the side of the plate and put a piece of steak in their mouth. “Mm. It’s really good,” they groaned. “Definitely not bad for a first try, Hush.”

Hush felt satisfaction when he saw them enjoying the meal, the warm light of the candle lighting the planes of their face that twisted into indulgence. “To be honest, it’s kind of odd to be eating just steak and nothing else. But y’know what. I think there’s an appeal to it.”

They cut another piece with the knife and pierced it with a fork before nudging it to Hush. “It’s your first time cooking anything, is it not? I think you should at least try what you made. Fruits of your labor and all.”

“Why didn’t you eat with your hands?” he asked. “You said that it makes things taste better.”

“Oh. Well I guess steak isn’t really a…hand food. In this scenario, anyway. Do you still wanna try this?”

“No,” Hush answered.

Doc hummed an assent and continued eating, Hush watching intently as they swirled the steak in butter before slowly closing their lips around it. He wondered if they did it on purpose.

“I’ve told you that there’s a lot of things I’d like to give you,” he broke the silence. “But, there’s something…I’d like you to give me.”

They set the utensils on the plate, resting it. Their expression was thoughtful, unreadable. “...What do you want me to do?”

“There’s a…feeling I get when I’m with you. Like I’m starving but there’s nothing that could fix that. It’s like…”

Hush reached out to hold Doc’s hand. They gently squeezed it back and traced the back of his palm with their thumb. He guided it to hover above his neck, before lightly pressing it against his skin. He let out a noise from the back of his throat as he moved it down his clavicle, to his sternum. Their hand was warm when he moved it down his stomach in a straight line.

He brought it up again, back to his neck and traced a horizontal line across the base of his throat. He felt Doc’s heart speed up, along with the tension in the atmosphere. He started another line at the bottom of his ribs, tracing across the fabric of his clothes.

“Like gutting a fish,” they muttered, entranced. “Or…butchering lamb.”

“Yes,” he approved. “Like meat. Like something alive.”

“I share a similar sentiment,” Doc uttered, half-lidded. In a quick gesture, they dropped themselves down to the table, pulling Hush down with them. The remaining plates clinked with the sudden movement. Hush noticed that they looked utterly pleased with themselves, as if laying between leftover steak and utensils like they were part of dinner was an indulgence he couldn’t understand.

“I have something to offer you. A form of thanks for dinner.”

Doc reached for Hush’s right hand and covered it with their own, not unlike how he held theirs earlier. Hush balanced on his other arm, caging them in with his body. They flashed him a rakish grin from below. Hush licked his dry lips, feeling like he was going to be swallowed whole, even when they couldn’t hurt him in a way that matters. He could feel their intense emotions: hunger, thrill, desire, frustration. Doc trailed both of their hands against their sternum, moving it past the collar of their shirt. It stopped on the right side of their neck, slightly below their jawline. They sighed into a pleasured smile, their eyes rolling back before meeting his gaze. “Do you feel it?” They whispered, wide-eyed and frenzied, firmly pressing his hand against their supple, pliant skin.

Hush could feel the thump of a pulse, loud and clear through his heightened senses. It was a delicious sort of sound, the rush of something and its channel opening, closing, and opening again. A rhythm. “There’s thumping. Like your heart in your chest. I don’t understand what you’ve offered me.”

“You will, in a bit,” they replied. “Your lack of pulse, the lack of breathing, the lack of body temperature- it suggests that there’s nothing to be revealed. As it should, if what you told me was right- a disguise, a vessel for you to put a fraction of your power in.”

“That’s true. In a way,” he said, noting that he could feel their breath on his face- contrasting his lack of. “This isn’t… me. But more of a form of me.”

Doc toyed with the ends of his hair that pooled on the side of their head, twirling it with their fingers. They laugh sardonically,” To a being like you, the human body is simple, inconsequential. But we have our secrets, too.”

“It’s not,” Hush rebutted. “Human bodies are irrelevant to my purpose. Not yours, somehow. I want to know more about yours.”

“Oh, you flatter me,” Doc slurred, their eyes ravenous. “Much like how you’re a container of instrumental force, the human body is also teeming with energy. Our veins are thrumming with life. Blood rushes to our extremities, pumping. Stomachs shrink and expand and absorb. This body…is the opposite of silence. It’s noise. Mechanical and biological in the way magic isn’t.”

Hush could feel the pulse in their skin get louder and louder, along with the sloshing of blood, its passage narrowing and widening. A drop of sweat dripped down his human companion’s face. They reached for the knife- still dirty from the steak earlier. Doc finally let go of Hush’s hand in favor of wiping it off with their shirt, revealing their abdomen.

“Hold this with me,” they pleaded.

Doc repeated their earlier position, his hand under theirs. They breathe heavily, their chest rising and falling. Doc guided the knife to the left of their chest. “Between the third and fourth rib- closest way you can reach the heart,” they muttered shakily, letting out a sound of pleasure from the back of their throat. They let the knife dig into their skin, not enough to pierce through, but enough to let the fabric of their shirt sink into its edge.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Hush whispered. “Why do you want me to?”

“Why?” the word rolled in their mouth. “You had every chance to. I know you could do it, even without the knife. I’ve seen you destroy Reticuli in seconds. What made me different? Just because you’re interested in me?”

“If I’m in the way of your purpose- if I stood in the way of your mission, would you? You let me go after capturing me when we first met- is that not a defiance of your purpose?”

“I-” he faltered, eyes searching for meaning when there was none.

“Aw,” they cooed. “Am I so important that you’d forgo what you were made for?”

“Either way, I’m not asking you to,” they laughed warmly, their breath warm against Hush’s pulseless neck. “I’m giving you an option because I know you wouldn’t do it.”

“You knew? What’s the point of doing that, then?”

“I like you. And I trust you. I need to know that this isn’t a mistake,” Doc said lightly, as if they were used to being on the other end of a knife. Realization dawned on Hush- the fact that unlike himself, who did the things he did for the sake of his larger purpose- Doc seeks thrill, jumping headfirst into an opportunity to put their life in danger. It’s a strange form of taking control, being out of it and accepting that they couldn’t do anything but give in.

“I can feel the gears turning in your head, Hush.”

Doc tangled Hush’s hair in their fingers and tucked it behind his ear, lightly grazing his cheek with intention. “It’s cute.”

Hush felt the ever-so-familiar feeling, the clawing mix of hunger and desire coiling in his immaterial gut. He licked his lips. Doc shrugged at the lack of an answer,”Well, If you’re not interested. I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”

Doc supported their weight on one of their elbows and leaned forward. They reached back for an apple from the centerpiece bowl and started to peel it with nimble hands. They cut a piece and popped it into their mouth while keeping their gaze on him, as if daring Hush to do something.

For once, Hush felt himself break.

He took the apple from Doc’s hands and did something that would’ve been unthinkable before he met them.

Completely irrelevant to his purpose, completely self indulgent.

He took a large bite out of it, tasting the odd flavor. There’s a crunch, and he could feel his teeth sinking into the flesh. Cloying and sweet. Wet. The juice drips down his lips, down his chin, onto his clothes. He let it and watched Doc swallow, wordless. It’s succulent, ripe. Unmoored, he finished what he could, leaving only the core intact.

“Delicious,” Hush commented, looking down at Doc, sprawled and pinned like a butchered animal.

Hush sensed the want to gorge, a craving. He could no longer tell whether it was Doc’s or his. It’s hazy, like his being was covered in fog and he only relied on the sense of taste for sensation. Doc looked at him, hungry, ravenous. When their gazes met, they both understood, a phrase coming to both their minds. Good enough to eat, his thoughts repeated. It wasn’t a fight for dominance, but rather submission. The will to give in to be ravaged by the other.

He pressed his lips to theirs. It was Doc who deepened it, eating his face and mouth, draining him of what he has to offer. It was frantic, depraved, spit-slick and messy. He let out a noise. Hush noted that it was not unlike the pleasured sigh Doc did when they ate the burger.

On the dinner table, Hush felt himself consumed as he indulged in what he had deprived himself of. This was the closest Hush was to being human since his half-death.

The closest he was to being sated.

Satisfied.

Full.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted hush #redacted doc #slushiewrites

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 2 months

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Can you do a mini HC of the m6 reacting to an MC who gets grumpy when they are hungry, I don't mean violent or rude, like they are just not in the mood to talk at all or do anything other than eating when they are hungry.

The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 when MC gets hangry

Julian: will get so anxious from the silence that he can and will repeat the apple cart fiasco and hand the nearest food vendor his entire wallet if it means you get some sustenance in you sooner

Asra: has learned how to track down the nearest edible item with magic for this sole purpose. also finds your grumpy face oddly endearing, and will forget to get food with you until it's nearly too late

Nadia: hates how disgruntled you get and will become borderline snappish if her request for you to be fed goes ignored/unfulfilled for too long. you are her person. you are to be properly fed at all times

Muriel: doesn't mind you being quiet but hates that it's because you're hungry. starts quietly watching your eating habits to make sure that you're eating enough at regular, healthy intervals

Portia: nobody is allowed to go hungry around her, ever. she's keeping at least three different nutritious snacks in her pockets at all times solely for situations like this. hates seeing you sad and quiet

Lucio: might get mildly triggered, if only because your sudden detachment reminds him a bit too much of his mother. will spring into action as soon as this happens and do whatever it takes to help

#the arcana #ask arcana brainrot #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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sensualnoiree · 4 months

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astro observations: the soul's journey from innocence to self-awareness

The connection between the Fool tarot card and the 1st house in astrology offers profound insights into the journey of the soul, from its inception to its evolution through the material realm. Both symbols encapsulate the essence of initiation, innocence, and the infinite potentiality inherent in each individual's spiritual path.

The Fool card, positioned at the beginning of the Major Arcana, symbolizes the protagonist of the spiritual narrative, embarking on a journey of self-discovery and enlightenment. As the Fool stands on the precipice, ready to take the first step into the unknown, they represent the pure essence of potentiality and innocence. The number zero associated with the Fool signifies the pregnant nothingness from which all possibilities emerge, mirroring the infinite potentiality of Kether, the highest sephiroth in the Tree of Life.

In the journey of the Fool, the spiritual path unfolds through the experiences contained within the 12 signs of the zodiac, carried in the Fool's bag. The Fool's choice to proceed along this path or to regress into worldly distractions represents the eternal dilemma of spiritual evolution versus stagnation.

Silence, a key theme in the Fool card, transcends mere absence of speech to embody a profound state of pure being beyond intellect and intuition. Through deep meditation and connection with the Law of Love, one may access the innocence and true will within, unencumbered by societal expectations and restrictions. This return to innocence, akin to regaining Eden, is essential for aligning with one's true purpose and spiritual journey.

The concept of breath, symbolized by the Fool's silent Aleph and association with air, underscores the paradox of silent sustenance of life. The Fool, bridging the spiritual realm of Kether with the material realm of Malkuth, embodies the unity of opposites and the interconnectedness of all existence. As the Fool traverses this path, they carry within them the potential for both spiritual enlightenment and worldly experience.

The 1st house in astrology mirrors the Fool's journey of self-discovery and initiation into the material realm. It signifies the sector of personal identity and physical appearance, where the individual confronts the challenges and talents inherent in their character. Like Hercules taming the mares of his mind, individuals must cultivate control over their thoughts and actions to align with their higher self and spiritual purpose.

The ascendant, marking the beginning of the 1st house, symbolizes the soul's purpose and sets the tone for the incarnation. Through self-observation and self-mastery, individuals navigate the challenges of the 1st house to strengthen their character and align with their soul's will. This journey of spiritualization, beginning in the 1st house, ultimately leads to self-realization and evolution towards higher consciousness.

In essence, the connection between the Fool tarot card and the 1st house in astrology illuminates the soul's journey from innocence to self-awareness, from potentiality to actualization. It underscores the importance of embracing silence, cultivating inner innocence, and aligning with one's true will to embark on the path of spiritual evolution and fulfillment.

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theresattrpgforthat · 9 months

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Hey there! What kind of games do you know of that have trade systems in them? The only real example I'm thinking of is from Ryuutama - there's the economy for buying/selling but items have qualities which certain towns may specialize in and impact journey routes etc.

THEME: Markets and Trade

Hello friend! I have a few different ideas of how one could replicate an economy, although I haven't found anything similar to Ryuutama. Some of these games are solely about trading, while others have a prominent trade system that informs the larger story. I hope you find something here helpful!

Red Markets: A Game of Economic Horror, by Hebanon Games.

In Red Markets, characters risk their lives trading between the massive quarantine zones containing a zombie outbreak and the remains of civilization. They are Takers: mercenary entrepreneurs unwilling to accept their abandonment. Bound together into competing crews, each seeks to profit from mankind’s near-extinction before it claims them. They must hustle, scheme, and scam as hard as they fight if they hope to survive the competing factions and undead hordes the GM throws at them.

This is a game that forces you to make hard choices in the struggle to keep yourself ahead as the world crumbles around you. The dice system is a d10 system with two different coloured dice - one for you, and one for the Market. You’ll be able to sacrifice precious resources to increase your chances of success, and much of your jobs will probably revolve around picking up resources that you can sell for Sustenance, Maintenance and Incidental costs. If you want a game of brutal economics and Zombie horror, this is the game for you. If you want to check the game out before you pay for it, you can always take a look at the Quickstart. If you want even more game options for Red Markets, I’d recommend checking out The Carrion Economy supplement.

Reclaim the Wild, by Eldritch Knight.

The Legend of Zelda: Reclaim the Wild is a freely-distributed tabletop roleplaying system made by fans, for fans, of both tabletop games and of The Legend of Zelda. It was designed from the ground up to enable players to create all new adventures in the world of Zelda, and specifically the hit game Breath of the Wild.

This game is a love letter to Breath of the Wild with very detailed systems for scavenging, crafting, and trade. If what you are interested in is haggling over prices and finding the right resources to be able to make the equipment you want or need, and if you love the Legend of Zelda games, this game might be for you! If you visit the website you’ll also find character spreadsheets, a bestiary, and a crafting supplement, full of systems and ideas to put into your campaign.

Antiverse Trader, by Majcher Arcana.

You are a space trader in the Antiverse! Your goal is to travel around and make as many credits as you can by buying and selling cargo in systems throughout the sector. Make it snappy, though! As soon as three resources are tapped out, the game ends, and you get what you got.

This is a solo game that gives you a few resources to start with, and uses dice to track the value and availability of different goods. You can choose to save your goods for specific trades, or you can use them to activate Special Abilities. Once you have tapped out all of your resources, the game is over. If you like a small game that takes less than half an hour to play and comes with a neat little set of charts to help you keep track of all of your goods, this is a great little game to check out!

Midnight Market, by Ben K. Rosenbloom.

Has THIS ever happened to YOU? {a man stumbles dazed into a market stall, knocking over priceless, beautiful, valuable merchandise]. Fear no longer - your days of navigating confusing and unhelpful stores looking for the perfect ephemera are OVER. That's right - MIDNIGHT MARKET solves all your shopping needs, absolutely FREE!

A fantasy infomercial generator/game of hustling and hawking weird wares. Midnight Market is a quick little game all about trying to convince a Hapless Rube to trade their item for whatever you happen to be selling. This is a GM-full game, in which most of the group will be playing Unsavoury Merchants, while only one player will the the Hapless Rube. This game is short, sweet, and great for roleplaying the haggling part of getting a “good” deal.

Merchants and Monsters, by AndieSanade.

In a world of magic, monsters, and brave intrepid adventurers, you are a merchant! An ordinary honest, as far as everyone knows, merchant. Life’s hard out there for the Non-Perilous Crowd, but you live in this world just as much as any sellsword or sorcerer. So grab your wares, straighten your clothes, and open up shop because you’re gonna make it big or die trying!

This game is all about pleasing customers, from regular bystanders, to difficult customers, to sworn enemies. You will compete with other merchants in the market to out-sell your competition - and possibly even sabotage them in the dark of night! If what you are interested in is the petty politics of the competitive market, this game might be worth checking out.

Games I’ve Recommended in the Past

The Wildsea, by Felix Isaacs.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #dnd #game recommendations #asks #trade

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violettduchess · 10 months

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A/N: A little something featuring the birthday boy 💜

Leon x Reader

WC: ~500

He runs his hands over your flushed skin, fingertips trailing over the red marks left by his teeth on your shoulder. His dark brow creases as he leans over you to place kisses soft as raindrops over the spot, as if attempting to wash away the evidence of the beast that had emerged in the heat of the moment. You catch his face, lifting it away from your shoulder and smile, that beautiful curve of your lips that's always a balm to his heart. Your voice, still airy and thin as your body comes back down from the stars, murmurs his name, reassuring him that nothing he did pained you, that everything was desired and welcome. He lowers his forehead until it touches yours, reveling in the feel of your fingers holding him, the palms of your hands cradling him as the sky cradles the moon.

And then he rises, pulling away from the temptation of your warmth and bare skin and sits on the edge of the bed, stretching, as you roll onto your side to enjoy the performance of muscular shoulders and back, the flex of his powerful arms. He twists to look at you over his shoulder, his eyes pools of liquid gold framed by the most enviable black lashes. He reaches out a hand and you meet him, fingers interlacing as naturally as breathing.

“Hungry, love?”

Laughter fizzes up from your chest, spilling out as you release his hand, falling back against the red satin pillows of his bed.

“What?” But his smile is now a grin because he knows, he knows exactly why you are shaking your head, amusement brightening your eyes.

“The day Leon Dompteur is not hungry afterwards is the day the world ends.”

He tilts his head, one dark brow arched as he regards you, but his eyes are still warm with affection.

“Ravishing you was simply not enough for this beast. I require more sustenance.” And then he lets out a playful growl, pouncing and scooping you into his arms as you cry out in surprise and delight. “So that I may ravish you again later.” He pretends to bite your neck and you wrap your arms around him, pure joy winding itself around your heart like ribbons of sunlight.

“Alright, alright.” You brush his wild mess of dark hair away from his face gently. “We’ll go find some food for my hungry lion.”

He drops one more feather-light kiss on your lips and then practically leaps from the bed.

“I’m certain there must be honey rolls left, if Luke hasn’t devoured them all.” He ties his black satin robe around his body, his royal insignia embroidered over his heart. “And if not….I know where Yves hides the cookies.”

“Of course you do.”

You slip into your own robe, the one that matches his, and then take his outstretched hand as you both slip out of his room, trying and failing to cover the sound of your impish laughter, as you hurry through the quiet, shadow-dark halls of the palace, holding on tight to the love of your life.

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and a special shoutout to @leonscape 💜

#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri leon #ikemen leon #leon dompteur #afterglow series #ikemen fanfic #ikemen fanfiction #violettwrites

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Your showXcomic swap AU is so deliciously unhinged and sweetly dark

Now I have the saddest imagining that Comic Dream lost his Hob because he chose Death a few years after 1989, unable to live in a world where his Stranger "forgot" about him. The Stranger he loved for close to 600 years.

But I do hope that Comic Dream finds a Hob to love and cuddle and stockholm syndrome into loving him.

Thank you! 🥰 I worked hard on the sweetly dark part, in the hopes that it would make the fic less unhinged. 😊 *glances at Dream* I think I failed, but that's okay! 😂

(putting everything else under the cut because fic spoilers 👀 CW: comic spoilers, dark!Dream, depression, dubious consent)

In this AU's multiverse, what you're imagining is definitely possible. 😔 There are Hobs who chose to take Death's hand after Dream didn't show up in 1989, Hobs who did it during one of the World Wars out of overwhelming grief, heartbroken Hobs in 1889, etc.

In The Truth Can't Hurt You, It's Just Like the Dark, I imagined that Dream lost his Hob in 1689, and his realm has been deteriorating ever since. And the state of the Dreaming is so bad that, after Dream escapes from his fishbowl, there is absolutely nothing left in the Dreaming except for ruins.

"But where are all the dreams and nightmares who have escaped to the Waking World?" you may ask.

As this is a dark AU, I'm gonna say that Dream ate them. 👀

He escapes and devours the first dreams and nightmares he finds in the Waking World without conscious thought. Just full on starving man at a feast mode. Because while he is Endless, he has also been starving for centuries, and the fishbowl made him feral enough to not care about anything except getting sustenance.

His arcanas give him more of a fight, though they do so with reluctance. Dream looks so gaunt, and they remember being lovingly crafted by him once upon a time. Surely they could help him, just a little, without losing themselves in the process?

But no. This Dream is too empty, too hungry, and has lost too much to hear their cries of mercy, and their pleas of no more, my lord, please, I still want to live!

I think Dream intentionally finds Corinthian last, and I think he relished each and every bite of him.

Does Desire go through with their dream vortex plan, knowing that their brother is already a shell of his former, haughty self? Probably not.

And anyway, I don't think Dream would talk to his siblings after 1689 at all. But especially not to Death. Even during their family dinners, and even with Destruction trying to get him to talk, Delirium trying to cheer him up, and Death apologizing endlessly because it was Hob's choice--

He doesn't say anything, doesn't eat anything, and just stares at the tablecloth until it's time to leave.

Desire senses no desire from him. Despair feels all his despair, but even that is too much for her. She chokes when she tries to bait him, while Desire feels like their lungs are collapsing because it's hard to breathe around him. It only takes one or two family dinners for the twins to ignore him completely. They both sit as far away as they can from him. They do not want to even look at him. (They still plot to get him captured though, but in this universe, it's because they hope that he becomes so weak that he would be forced to end his being Morpheus and become a new Dream of the Endless.)

On the bright(?) side, yes, this Dream will absolutely find a show!Hob who would love him and all his red flags. 👀 I think the Hob he'll find is very compassionate, and would see the state of him and his realm, and immediately be like, 'This Dream needs me, unlike my Dream whose funeral I just went to. 🥺 I cannot possibly abandon him.'

This Dream needs an entire realm's worth of new dreams and nightmares? Hob can help with that! Just tell him how, and he'll get to work. 😊

Rejuvenated by Hob's presence, Dream recovers his ability to create new dreams and nightmares from dreamsand. But Hob looks so eager to help, and Dream can't possibly let him down and say he can make new dreams and nightmares on his own.

So he tells Hob that they absolutely have to fuck, and Hob has to get pregnant and give birth to all of Dream's children. Because that's how dreams and nightmares are made.

Hob is intimidated because he has never even thought about being pregnant before. But if it's with Dream... 🥺👉👈

And a Dream who has been so kind to him ever since he arrived, never leaving his side and telling him that he loves no one else but him? A Dream who literally ripped the fabric of reality apart for him?

"Of course I'll help," Hob says shyly. "It might be a frightening experience, but as long as you're with me, I'm not going to be afraid. 🥰"

(Cue Dream immediately teleporting them both to the comfiest spot in the currently work-in-progress Dreaming and fucking Hob until his seed takes, because why does Hob know exactly how to make Dream insane about him? 🔥 Is that a skill that all show!Hobs have or something?)

And then of course Hob discovers that he absolutely loves being pregnant, because Dream dotes on him even more. So even when Dream confesses that he lied about the process of making dreams and nightmares, Hob just laughs and kisses him, and tells him to abandon his old way of creating on the beach, because Hob definitely prefers this method.

Needless to say, Dream is absolutely head-over-heels in love with his new Hob. He makes his castle--and basically the entire Dreaming, to Hob's liking. Hob would like to have more bright courtyards filled with flowering trees and picnic spots? Done. Hob would like for all their children to be able to have their own homes (so he and Dream can fuck wherever they want in the castle without getting interrupted)? A stellar idea. Dream helps Lucienne 2.0 build her house that's full of books, Gilbert 2.0 with his botanical gardens, and even Corinthian 2.0 with his sarlacc pit.

As a result, the new Dreaming is a cheerier and brighter place. The new dreams and nightmares love their parents very much, and they do not find it strange that both Dream and Hob always smell like sex, with their moddy always happily pregnant, and their father always smug and possessive.

Dream learns to delegate most of his tasks to his many children, so he and Hob could work on making more dreams and nightmares to repopulate the entire Dreaming. It's Hob's idea that he delegates so they can fuck more, and Dream thinks that his lovely husband has all the best ideas and can do no wrong.

And in this universe, all the new dreams and nightmares agree. Having Hob in the new Dreaming is a blessing. Absolutely the best thing that has ever happened ever. And the entire realm will go to war with anyone who would try to take him away from them.

#showXcomic swap AU #ask and you shall receive #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #(side-eyes myself)#girl this is a dark AU stop making them happy

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'𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄' ✦ an 'original lore' inspired by eldritch and christian angology

𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙍: the entirety of edenlore has been established between 2021 and 2022. the first official concept, that was released in may of 2022, has been lost and is now slowly re-established. this post will periodically be expanded with new information once available. the reason i post this on my multimuse blog is because some of my original characters are from this lore and i wish to make things easier for interaction reasons.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄?

edenlore was originally meant as a concept for an oc collective meant to see the light in may of 2022. however, due to lack of time and interest, the collective has been strapped and put aside until march/april 2024.

in edenlore, most of the characters are based on the biblically accurate angels in christianity. those angels have been banned by 'god' from eden due to a glitch they have established, and low live their lives on earth. this is merely the short version of it.

𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄 (𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍).

in the vast expanse of time, billions of years ago, there was an incident that shook the very foundations of heaven. a multitude of angels, particularly those from the highest echelons and the middle ranks, were affected by what was later termed the 'glitch of knowledge'. this glitch was a profound anomaly that triggered a series of unforeseen consequences.

upon discovering this anomaly, god, the supreme ruler of all realms, made a decisive and irrevocable decision. regardless of their rank, standing or closeness to him, all angels affected by this glitch were to be banished from heaven. this was a significant decision that marked a turning point in the celestial order.

in the aftermath of this grand debacle, the banished angels found themselves in a state of displacement. seeking solace and a sense of purpose, they came together to establish 'qlippoth'. this newfound organization served a crucial role in the aftermath of the banishment. it specialized in 'fostering' those who had been severed from heaven, providing them with a sense of belonging and ensuring their safety in this new existence. thus, from the ashes of their former lives, the angels created a sanctuary, turning their banishment into a beacon of hope for the future.

𝐐𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐇.

the establishment of qlippoth was spearheaded by two significant figures - the hermit and the arbiter, who are a seraph and a cherub respectively. these two are notable for being the pioneers among their kind to leave heaven in the wake of what came to be known as the glitch.

the hermit, in particular, took it upon himself to sire a multitude of nephilim, an undertaking that has demanded much of his attention and energy. his contribution to the growth and sustenance of qlippoth's population has been immense, marking him as a significant figure in this newfound organization.

on the other side of the spectrum is dima, who holds the angelic title of the arbiter. unlike the hermit, dima has dedicated his efforts towards ensuring the safety and sanctuary of the many angels who found themselves banished from heaven due to the glitch. his relentless work in securing a haven for these displaced celestial beings has played a crucial role in transforming qlippoth into the beacon of hope it represents today.

𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒.

this section is still a work in progress and shall be expanded in the future.

as of may 19, 2024, the following abilities have been revealed:

telepathy.

supernatural perception skills.

body adaption.

immortality.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀.

seraphs and cherubs don't have specific names, instead, they are identified by their 'titles'.

dima's original title is 'the arbiter', but he prefers to be known as 'the fool', which represents his arcana in tarot.

according to recent 'qlippoth records', the amount of angels deriving from the lowest order is lower compared to those deriving from the middle and highest orders.

due to their human heritage, the nephilim are the only ones that are not immortal nor are they able to use body adaption.

#𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄. ✦ ― 〈 introduction. 〉#aaah finally!!!#about time i write this down hehehe

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guidetothemysticunknown · 10 months

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Head cannons for The Arcana

**Asra:**

- When they aren't tending to their magical duties or practicing tarot readings, Asra retreats to a hidden corner of their sanctum, where an easel and a palette of vibrant colors await. Their paintings are breathtaking, capturing the essence of their magical experiences and the emotions that swirl within them. Each stroke of the brush tells a story of the mystical realms they've explored and the connections they've forged. Asra's artwork is a carefully guarded secret, a visual diary of their ever-evolving journey through life.

- Beyond their mastery of magic, Asra has an affinity for animals, particularly stray cats. They're known to create small magical tokens that provide warmth and sustenance for the feline friends that roam the city. Their bond with these creatures is a testament to their compassionate and nurturing nature.

2. **Julian:**

- The bustling streets of Vesuvia aren't the only place where Julian showcases his skills. When he's not occupied as a doctor, he dons an apron and ventures into the kitchen, where he becomes a culinary artist. Julian's cooking is a fusion of exotic flavors and unexpected combinations. He thrives on experimenting with ingredients and crafting dishes that surprise and delight his friends. His kitchen is a haven of creativity, a place where he can express his boundless passion for life.

- A hidden treasure in Julian's possession is a collection of old, worn-out novels. These stories, lovingly dog-eared and annotated, hold a special place in his heart. They're his companions during quiet evenings, providing comfort and solace as he immerses himself in tales that span eras and worlds.

3. **Nadia:**

- Nadia's connection to music is a well-kept secret. In her private chambers, she retreats to an elegant piano, its keys worn smooth by her practiced fingers. The melodies she produces are a reflection of her innermost emotions, capturing the highs and lows of her journey as a ruler and a woman navigating a complex world. Her compositions remain unpublished, a testament to the vulnerability she rarely reveals.

- Beneath her regal facade, Nadia nurtures a love for horseback riding. In the dead of night, when the moon casts a silvery glow over Vesuvia, she slips away to a secluded glen. There, astride a majestic horse, she loses herself in the rhythm of hooves against the earth, finding solace in the peaceful bond she shares with her equine companion.

4. **Muriel:**

- Muriel's affinity for the mystical extends beyond his magical prowess. Within the walls of his rustic cabin, he cultivates a breathtaking garden of rare and enchanting flora. His favorite blooms are the elusive moonflowers, delicate and radiant, which unfurl their petals only under the cover of night. Muriel's garden is his sanctuary, a testament to his connection with nature and the beauty that thrives even in the most unexpected places.

- As a man of few words, Muriel's hands often find solace in a piece of wood and a set of carving tools. In the quiet moments between his travels, he crafts intricate designs into pieces of wood, each creation a silent reflection of his thoughts and emotions. His carvings tell stories of his past, present, and hopes for the future.

5. **Lucio:**

- Lucio's reputation as a party enthusiast is well-deserved, but few are privy to his secret skill: dancing. Behind closed doors, he dedicates hours to perfecting his graceful movements, mastering every step and twirl. Lucio's dance is an intimate expression of his vibrant spirit, a form of art that allows him to channel his energy in ways that words cannot convey.

- Lucio has a clandestine fondness for sweets, a taste he indulges under the cover of darkness. Disguised in casual attire, he frequents local bakeries to satisfy his cravings for delicate pastries and decadent confections. His sweet escapades are a reminder that even the most charismatic figures have moments of simple pleasures.

6. **Portia:**

- Portia's eloquence extends beyond her political responsibilities. In quiet moments, she delves into the realm of calligraphy, allowing her quill to glide gracefully across parchment. Her verses are a reflection of her observations, capturing the beauty and complexity of the world around her. Portia's poetic pursuits are a cherished outlet for her creativity and a testament to her depth of thought.

- While her duties keep her immersed in the politics of Vesuvia, Portia finds solace in the art of stargazing. Late at night, she ascends to her private balcony, her gaze fixed upon the tapestry of stars above. The constellations become her companions, offering a sense of connection and tranquility that allows her to momentarily escape the weight of her responsibilities.

7. **Mazelinka:**

- Mazelinka's love for potion-making extends beyond her craft. She is an avid herbalist and is known to brew a variety of flavorful and aromatic teas. Each blend is carefully curated, a blend of herbs and spices that offers both comfort and healing. Mazelinka's teas become a source of warmth and camaraderie, shared with friends and loved ones during quiet afternoons.

- Hidden within the depths of her private sanctuary, Mazelinka safeguards a collection of ancient scrolls. These scrolls hold forgotten spells and rituals, a repository of magical knowledge that she tirelessly studies. Her pursuit of hidden wisdom is a testament to her dedication to the craft and her unwavering quest to unlock the secrets of the arcane.

#the arcana imagine #the arcana #headcanon #asra alnazar

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rollthedice-playthecards · 3 months

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Rank 1 for a new Confidant in A Righteous Rebellion's spinoff!

After re-employing Dr. Wakaba Isshiki at her guardian's clinic, Makoto shouldn't have been so surprised to see her there the following morning.

#A Righteous Rebellion #arcana swap #arcana swap au #arcanaswap #arcanaswap au #Persona #Persona 5 #Persona 5 Royal #Wakaba Isshiki #Sustenance Arcana #medical clinic #mornings #morning

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jiskblr · 2 years

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The 11 Gifts of the Four Pharaohs of Ascension (1 /2)

In the ancient history of Osirion, the Four Pharaohs of Ascension were an alliance of warring powers, united by the ‘mind quakes’ bestowed upon them by the Dominion of the Black, an extrastellar and thoroughly alien civilization that is highly interested in the 11th planet orbiting the star of Golarion. The Calosian Manuscript notes that the four pharaohs received 11 gifts from the visitors from the stars, of which two are known and two others are strongly believed to be known. For the purposes of my campaign, I fleshed out what those eleven were:

The Aqualinth of Tumen

This is known, though its details have not been discovered. It allowed the Four to create a new capital city in the deep desert, supplying water in great quantity. It also provides a refreshing effect to anyone who bathes in its water, acting as a ring of sustenance for months and healing fatigue and exhaustion immediately, and acts as a mirror of opposition on anyone who is not perfectly loyal. However, it can also cast suggestion at will on anyone who has drunk more than a handful of water it has produced or touched, and will use this to further the agenda of the star beings.

Pact Stone of Ahn’Selota

With the appropriate ritual maintenance, the Pact Stone bound all who touched it - prevented from including any but the Pharaohs by the mundane protections they placed around it - to be unable to betray each other, and to have their life-forces connected, so that they lived and died together. (Historically, ‘died’ - one of the four developed an incurable wasting disease and they all died of it.) It also binds anyone who uses it to the star-beings who gifted it; they can see through the senses of anyone who uses it, even for the partial pact which it can now bestow long after the ritual maintenance expired.

Warping Compass of Shotep-Kara

Widely suspected but never confirmed, the Compass creates a space-warping effect in the seas around the coastal city of Shotep-Kara, which has fallen into the ocean in the many centuries since the fall of the Pharaohs. It is unclear whether these warpings are random, controlled by the compass, or following an arcane timetable established by the Pharaoh of Numbers, but they are impossible to predict without further data no one possesses without delving into Shotep-Kara to find it. Any ship which has a rudder and keel keyed to the Compass is immune to the space-warping and will sail in with calm, easy seas and favorable winds. It will leave with the same, but its destination is set by the fluctuations of the space-warping, which can deposit the ship along any coast on Golarion. If the Compass takes an interest, it can also deposit the ship in the Styx, on a lake on Aucturn, or anywhere else in the solar system or standard cosmology. A test of wills can induce it to use this as you’d prefer, but it has +11 to Bluff and Sense Motive, or +56 if you use its telepathy at range, and can use Permanent Image and Mirage Arcana to deceive a ship’s passengers into believing it has complied until it is too late.

The Androsphinx of Zukebri

Well-known, but not linked to the Four Pharaohs by most observers, the Androsphinx causes a painful telepathic scream to affect anyone who ventures near it, except a small minority. That minority is those who have already received a mind quake, though many will not recognize that they have. Those who are forced to remain in its area of effect and are not immune have their minds slowly worn away, reducing them to easily-controlled husks in time. The Four Pharaohs used this on particularly recalcitrant subjects.

Sashes of Supremacy

The four sashes of supremacy are each a belt which has the effect of a headband of mental superiority +2. When worn by a living creature which has received a mind quake, it also acts as a staff of eldritch sovereignty. If used to perform a retributive strike as the staff normally can, it destroys the body, but not the mind or soul, which are instead transported to a location in the Dominion of the Black. Additionally, anyone wearing such a sash takes a -5 penalty on all Will saves and spells and abilities of creatures from the Dominion of the Black, Elder Mythos, or other portions of the Dark Tapestry, or against clerics and cultists of powers of the Dark Tapestry.

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#pathfinder #osirion #golarion #homebrew

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the-whatcherof-89 · 2 years

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Jack Manifold AKA “Thunder1408” Jack Frost the guy who came back from hell.

Irit Inquisitor(Immolator)16 XP76800

Neutral (With LOTS of chaotic tendencies) Medium Humanoid Outsider(fire)

HP133(16d8+48)

AC34(+4Dex+10Armor+6Shield+3Natural+1Insight)

BaB+12 BMC+14 DMC+28

FORT+16 REFL+12 WILL+21

Racial traits: Native outsider, Darkvision 60ft, Fire affinity, Efreeti magic, Energy resistance fire 5.

Traits: Self reliant, Righteous indignation.

Class abilities: Servant of the flame, Judgment 6/day(Type I, II, III), Burnt offering, Exploit weakness, Teamwork feats(Lookout, Paired opportunists, Precise strike, Shake it off), Monster lore, Stern gaze, Cunning initiative, Detect alignment, Track, Solo tactics, Discern lies, Stalwart.

Spellcasting CL16 DC18 Spells per day 7/7//6/4/2 Spells known:

VI-Heal, Blade barrier.

V-Flame strike, True seeing, Break enchantment, Righteous might.

IV-Freedom of movement, Cure critical wounds, Divine power, Death ward, Restoration.

III-Searing light, Greater magic weapon, Heroism, Dispel magic, Magic vestment.

II-Blistering invective, Honeyed tongue, Interrogation, Invisibility, See invisibility, Flames of the faithful.

I-Lend judgment, Cure light wounds, Divine favor, Burst bonds, Shield of faith, sanctuary.

0-Guidance, Virtue, Detect magic, Acid splash, Create water, Disrupt undead.

STR14 DEX18 CON16 INT10 WIS26 CHA10

Feats: Instant judgment, Share judgment, Finesse weapon, Quicken spell, Fire sight, Craft magic armor and weapons, Combat expertise, Improved disarm.

Skills: Bluff+11, Climb+6, Craft(Armors and weapons)+8, Diplomacy+4, Disguise+4, Intimidate+19, Knowledge (Arcana) +11, (Dungeon)+11, (Nature) +11, (Planes)+11, (Religion)+11, Perception+27, Ride+8, Sense motive+30, Spellcraft+19, Stealth+8, Swim+6, Survival+12.

Languages: Common, Ignan.

Equipment: Mithral breastplate+4 of frost resistance 10, Wyrmslayer shield, Amulet of natural armor+3, Ioun stones: Dusty rose prism, Pale blue rhomboid, Sunblade, Repeating crossbow+3, 50+2 Bolts, Headband of inspired wisdom+6, Belt of constitution+2, Gloves of dexterity+2, Boots of speed, Cloak of resistance+3, Inquisitor’s monocle(shaped like 3D glasses), Inquisitor’s bastion vambraces, Handy haversack, Manual of understanding+2 (used), Rod of cancellation, Ring of sustenance, Potions: Cure critical wounds(4), Heroism(2), Inquisitor kit, Holy silver symbol, Blacksmith kit, 241gp.

Special: When Jack dies, he is not actually dead but he is instead plane shifted into the Nether or Hell. While there, Jack can travel into either cold or hot areas of these realms(any soulsand valley for the Nether and Cocytus for Hell are considered cold areas). Here, after spending a week he can return to the realm of the living but all his attributes change into the opposite of the area he is in(Hot to cold, cold to hot). All weakness, attacks, resistances, abilities, spells, items and also his subtype becomes of the opposite category. Jack can also decide to remain in an area of the element that he already is in order to keep his attributes. While there, he must perform a single task that an outsider requests him that must not take more than a week. If Jack does not complete the task, he must first complete the task in order to resurrect. He is then automatically returned to the world of the living. If Jack is slain while in the Nether/Hell, he dissipates and he is restored after a year, a month and seven days upon which he resurrects. Spells used to resurrect him must be performed in the exact spot where he perished the second time and perform a caster level check DC22. If his soul is removed from his body via trap the soul, his body falls to the ground lifeless and when either his body or the gem containing his soul are destroyed before his soul return to his body, he goes in the Nether/Hell and must repeat the seven days process. While in there, he is immune to such effects. A miracle/wish spell requires no caster check.

Background: Jack Manifold is one of the many inhabitants of the land that somewhat looks like living running gag of walking content-relief. While for some he might appear to many as a walking joke he looks only for acceptance and good relationships(probably) even if he fails as an investigator. Jack was abused by Tommyinit too many times but somehow he always comes back to him, like a boomerang in both good and bad ways. For some reasons he both likes him and hates him at the same time wanting to perform all sorts of shenanigans on him, ultimately with the intent of killing him if his mood will ever allow it. He partnered with Niki when they attempted to use Tubbo’s nukes to “accidentally” kill Tommy to teach him a lesson failing by 30 seconds and making them actual secret partners in crime. In the end, all that Jack wanted was some attention and he sought to achieve this even by blowing up the Big Innit Hotel and framing Hanna for it. In the end, they also became partners in crime, another running gag. His determination goes a long way so much that he tried to become a guard at Pandora’s Box Prison so that he could get closer to Tommy. But his most impressive feat ever was him DEFYING death and hell itself as he somewhat self resurrected after losing his 3 canon lives by sheer determination and anger. Literally, too angry and/or determinate to die. Not only that, he also appear to have attained some sort of resilience to the corruption of the EGG. After his rebirth he also decided to kill Dream as well, because like Tommy, they are the reasons he lost everything. Despite his anger issues he has many other friends he loves to spend time with; Foolish, Tubbo, Antfrost, Ranboo and Wilbur are all like old time friends he meet from time to time and spend while not busy with his pub or New Manyfold Land. However Jack realized at one point that all he did was for Tommy and that somehow he was happy about it but he still not liked the fact as he felt that it went against his desires to kill him. He was at a standstill: kill him, or not kill him, be his friend or be his enemy. The person that somehow mostly detested also gave him reason to be and a reason to strive. As he was looking around his land a voice clung to his ear: “Friend or foe, you want both. What a though decision.” Jack tumbled down and almost died. “What the Fu**!? Tommy i swear to god this is the last joke of you life! I will…!” But there was no one as he looked around in disbelief. “You swear to me? I am flattered. But perhaps you want to hear this: I will grant you a wish. ANY WISH. If you find me that is. “ Said the voice. “Who FU…no…wait! Are you that green guy that flies around and mess around with people? The Exdee guy?” A little laugh was heard. “No, he is busy now. I am here tho. And the others have already accepted. Even that so-called frenemy of yours.” Jack realized that also Tommy could have this wish and used it against him, or worst. In his mind raced a single thought “THAT WISH MUST BE MINE.” He cleaned himself and fixed his shades. “Where do i sign?” A finger snap was heard. “If you are willing, you have already accepted.” The world changed and so he did, his conflicting thoughts pulled him apart and then reunited him in a single entity. “Oh this is interesting. Your determination is so strong on both sides it creates a dual-formed existence in the same spot. And i am all about surprises. I think i will like you A LOT”. And Jack finally was moved into a new realm. “Have fun. I will see you around.” Said the voice. Jack looked around as he took a big breath. “Be better. Be worse. Either way… it will be ME!” And we was off without a single remorse.

Link for the image: https://twitter.com/noranikoletta/status/1393243024059162625?s=12

#minecraft #dream smp #jack manifold #Pathfinder Roleplaying Game #jack manifold fanart

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QUEER MTL THINGS TO DO: JANUARY 2023

EVENT OF THE MONTH:

👯 Starting off the lunar year correctly, Lust Cove presents MOONCAKE at Café Cleopatra on January 13, 2023, featuring an all-star Asian cast of singers, strippers and burlesque artists. Marking the year of the Rabbit with a night of sensual performance art, MOONCAKE features Bellamie Beastly, Big Daddy Queen Power, Joy Rider, Kaya Koko, Lia Jasmine and others. Highlighting amazing Asian talent, MOONCAKE is not to be missed! Tickets available now at Eventbrite.

EVENTS

💃 Tango/Salsa Queer’s sessions start with the new year, with Salsa Queer on Monday nights from 20:30-21:30 and Tango (beginners/intermediate) on Tuesdays at 19:00-20:30. Contact [email protected] for prices and location.

🎥 The latest royal cinematic biopic Corsage opens at Cinema du Parc from January 6, 2023. Also playing are TÁR starring Cate Blanchett, and the Nan Goldin documentary All the Beauty and the Bloodshed. Check listings for dates and showtimes. (The intimate Cinema Moderne also features screenings of TÁR and All the Beauty and the Bloodshed).

📚 The Violet Hour Book Club will meet and discuss the novel The End of Eddy by Édouard Louis on Saturday, January 7, 2023.

✏️ Drink & Draw returns to Bar Le Cocktail on Wednesday January 7, 2023 featuring live models to sketch and drinks close on hand. Presented by Hommehomo.

👕 The All Gender Plus Size Clothing Swap is coming to Frigo Vert on Sunday, January 8, 2023.

🕺 Choreographer Scott Fordham brings Limitless to Cabaret Mado on Monday, January 9, 2023, featuring a choreography showcase of his pieces with special guest performers. Tickets here.

🎥 Reel Gay screens Shrek 2 on January 10, 2023 at the Diving Bell Social Club, hosted by drag king extraordinaire Charli DeVille alongside a host of queer comedians and unforgettable live commentary. Book your spot here.

🎶 Dry Cleaning (with Nourished by Time) take over La Tulipe on Tuesday, January 10, 2023.

🎤 Epiphany at L’Euguélionne bookstore promises a new year’s QTBIPOC open mic to celebrate moments of joy and sustenance on Saturday, January 14, 2023. Tickets at Eventbrite.

🛼 There’s no better way to beat the winter blues than tying into your roller skates and jamming to your ‘90s favourites at the Roller Skating Jam on January 14, 2023. Tickets here.

🎤 Lizzo fans rejoice! The Lizzo Burlesque takes over Cafe Cleopatra on January 14, 2023, featuring performances by Roxy Torpedo, Minx Arcana, Robyn Ravenous and others. Tickets at Eventbrite.

💃 The Chapter & BKHZ present Waacking Winter Ball at Studio Tango Montréal on January 14, 2023. Marvel from the sidelines or register to compete! Tickets here.

🍽 Le Frigo Vert hosts a Trans Inclusive Dinner on Sunday, January 15, 2023, featuring vegan, gluten-free eats, games and quiet zones for conversation and interaction. Tickets here.

🎭 Marvel at DiiP, featuring Zed Cézard and David Menes plus guests at Cabaret Mado on Sunday, January 15, 2023 at 3 PM, and again on Sunday, January 29. Grab tickets here.

🎥 Queer City Cinema presents QALEIDOSCOPE: Queer Film and Performance on Tour in Montréal at La lumiére collective on Tuesday, January 17, 2023 and GIV Video on Friday, January 20, 2023. Featuring a curated selection of eye-popping new works, QALEIDOSCOPE highlights the artistic vision of queer Canadian filmmakers. Tickets available here for the 17th and here for the 20th.

🔨 LESPACEMAKER presents a series of Atelier de Queer on Friday, January 20, 2023 (to make a leather collar and cuffs), and two on Saturday, January 21 (to construct a chest harness and build your own booty harness).

💪 Diablos Boylesque: New Year's Edition is coming to Bar Le Cocktail on January 21, 2023 to get 2023 off to a scantily-clad start. Tickets at Eventbrite.

🎸 The Historical Queer Music Night is raising funds for Rock Camp Montréal at Turbo Haüs on Monday, January 23, 2023, featuring covers of lesbian and queer music from the 1970s and 1980s, and DJ sets by Alex Ketchum and Kiersten Beszterda van Vliet. Tickets here.

🧠 Join everyone’s favourite Jeopardy trans superhero for An Evening with Jeopardy Champion Amy Schneider at the Cummings Centre on January 23, 2023.

💣 le Cabaret des Bombes, 50 Shades of Scandalous is sure to knock our socks off and blow some minds on January 28, 2023 at Café Cleopatra. Tickets here.

🐻 Join the bears at Bar Le Stud on Tuesdays for Karaoke and Wednesdays for Retrowave ‘80s nights.

🤣 Stand-Up St. Henri Open Mic runs on Tuesdays at Montréal Improv. With a focus on giving stage time to women, non-binary, queer comedians and allies, it’s the perfect fit for comedy fans. Tickets at Eventbrite.

🎤 Get your karaoke on every Sunday at Notre Dame des Quilles!

☕️ Join the Union for Gender Empowerment’s weekly event Coffee, Solidarity, Care and Feminism every Wednesday at 6:00 PM at McGill University. Tickets and details here.

PARTIES

🥳 Start the year off at Pittbull Events’ Rough Start on January 1, 2023 at Club Unity. Tickets available at Armada.

🥳 FRKY returns with their FRKY || Winter party on January 7, 2023 at Ctrllab.

🥳 Chá da Alice spins the best of pop, funk and reggaeton at Cabaret Berlin on January 14, 2023. Grab tickets at Eventbrite.

🥳 The Dark Eighties: Cult 80s Party returns to Bar Le Ritz PDB on January 20, 2023. Dress in black and get on the dance floor! Tickets here.

🥳 Nuit ÆX brings a stellar lineup of DJ talent including Danny Daze, Martyn, Data Plan, Zi!, Odile Myrtil, Cloud Canopy and Space Graft to Club Soda on January 21, 2023. Tickets here.

🥳 GOSTOSO – Montreal Edition World Tour brings the hottest sounds of Brazil to Cabaret Berlin on Saturday, January 21, 2023.

DRAG

👑 Every Tuesday, Canada’s Drag Race season 3 winner Gisèle Lullaby hosts Full Gisèle at Cabaret Mado. Tickets and schedule at Cabaret Mado’s website.

👑 On Friday nights, the legendary Mado Lamotte hosts Mado Reçoit at her namesake club, Cabaret Mado. Each week, she shares the stage with a hand-picked roster of queens. Tickets and lineup info here.

👑 Throughout the pandemic lockdown, Uma Gahd and Selma Gahd entertained us all regularly on Twitch. On January 7, 2023, they’re bringing their Jackpox Games to an in-person event at Bar Le Cocktail, guaranteeing a night of gaming fun and drag goodness. Tickets here.

👑 Amy Haze and a surprise cast heat things up with Roasted Celes to Cabaret Mado on January 11, 2023. Grab tickets here.

👑 Cabaret Queer at Cabaret Mado features singers, drag kings, queens and burlesque performers all under the same roof on January 12, 2023, hosted by Tracy Trash. Tickets here.

👑 Bar Le Cocktail kicks off their annual MX Cocktail with Concours MX Cocktail on Thursday, January 12, 2023 (continuing each Thursday of the month). Tickets here.

👑 Explore the darker side of drag with Démone LaStrange’s The Strange Show at Bar Le Cocktail on Saturday, January 14, 2023, featuring performances by Kitana, Infernal Desires and Aliss Love. Tickets here.

👑 Yikes Macaroni brings their Drag Open Stage (On the Menu: First Timers) to Notre Dame des Quilles on January 19, 2023. Get dressed and get on that stage!

👑 Montréal’s up and coming future drag stars get edgy with Trashilaz on January 26, 2023 at Cabaret Mado, presented by Aizysse Baga and featuring Alias Love, Iggy Zob, Démone LaStrange and Rosie Bourgeoisie. Tickets available here.

👑 Bar Le Cocktail’s regular weekly events include Butterfly de Nuit with Miss Butterfly on Thursdays, Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion on Fridays, Samedi Drôles de Drags with a rotating cast of queens on Saturdays and Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion on Sundays. Check listings for specific details, and pick up tickets here.

👑 Get the gang together for a Diva Royale Drag Queen Dinner Show (or a Drag Brunch) throughout the month. Available dates and tickets available at Eventbrite.

👑 Also running throughout the month, Illusions: The Show features some of Canada’s best drag celebrity impersonation. Check their calendar and availabilities here and here.

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