An NPC left our party last night and Szatia gave her a dagger as a (low key) good luck charm and high key thing to give off to another NPC if shit went south to get back to her.
So I drew it. Its an old dagger coated in dried blood. Its mostly just got backstory relevance to my character but she wanted to give her something.
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my roman empire: shows of tv past
sometimes at night or even in the middle of the day, i think about all the unanswered and unfinished stories from cancelled tv shows. i petition that once they cancel a show they have to do sit down interviews to tell you what would've happened if the show continued. ones that immediately come into mind (that i've watched because there are literally too many to count):
the society (definitely the one that keeps me up the most)
warrior nun
the wilds
the secret circle
everything sucks
first kill
stumptown
prodigal son
1899
icarly revival
the royals (this needed to end though because of the showrunner)
stitcher
fate: the winx saga
the family (the one that was on abc)
finding carter
star-crossed
teenage bounty hunters
cloak and dagger (sort of...)
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can i pls get some mavdad with the team doing some sort of fall activity? whatever activity your heart desires but with mavdad
pete’s an adrenaline junkie. as much as any of them are and then some. but he won’t lie, and be certainly won’t hide the fact that his eyes, for a lot of the movie, stay closed.
the drive-in was bradley and bob’s idea. something the whole squad could tag along to. enough of them had big enough cars to justify the ride, and with enough blankets and pillows, popcorn and smuggled in snacks, even the chilly night air could be cozy.
but did it have to be a horror movie?
“mav, c’mon,” bradley stage whispers next to him, loud enough the other cars can hear. “you’re missing the whole movie.”
“and i’m fine with that,” he says. “i’ll take a nap, you kids enjoy.”
“figures that a man who looks death in the face every day,” phoenix calls back to them from her spot next to coyote, “can’t watch a slasher.”
“notice how death doesn’t have a jason mask,” pete shoots back, just as a blood-curdling scream echoes through the space.
he jumps. he can’t help it — he’s not watching the screen so it comes from nowhere. but he doesn’t notice how the whole truck shakes, and peeks out to see hangman spilling popcorn all over the place.
“hangman, you good?” bob asks, brushing popcorn from his hair.
“i’m fine,” he grits out.
“are you scared?” payback asks, and fanboy snickers a bit.
“no,” hangman retorts, just as coyote says “yes” for everyone to hear.
“guys, it’s just a movie,” bradley says, relaxed and leaning back. he looks around at all of them, unperturbed. “the effects aren’t even that good.”
just then the scream echoes again, louder, fiercer. mav covers his eyes. more popcorn spills, hitting everyone as the whole group jumps and yelps. when he opens his eyes, all of dagger sits in various states of dismay, including bradley beside him, holding a now empty popcorn bucket.
“what was that, bradley?” pete can’t help but say. phoenix snickers in her seat. “not that good?”
“shut it, mav,” bradley grumbles.
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