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lillianna-davenport · 2 years
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Bill: Lets go fuck up their religion. Bea: ~questionable glare~ Bill: What? I’m a drag queen, not the pope.
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lillianna-davenport · 3 years
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PATHFINDER!
Undier: There are no machines here?
Dungon  Master: Not that you can see.
Undier: Oh well. We're gonna rage anyway.
Me:
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lillianna-davenport · 3 years
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I had a moment where my mind was like:
Marcus: I'm alive! Also hello elders. I am very cool. Elders: You are very cool. Wanna do a big job position promotion? Marcus: Hell yeah, I wanna do a big job position promotion. Elders: Kick ass. So tell us more deets for the files, you know. For science. Marcus: Well, as you can see, I am very cool.  Also, I dunno what you think about time travel, but long and short of it is, sunglasses top gun pose. Elders: Really? Totally rad. Marcus: Yhup. Anyway, see that kin there? Elders: That kin? The 'special' one with the terrifying scare tactics that are just cartoonishly adorable? Marcus: Yhup. We were a thing in the other timeline. I'mma get her again. Elders: Kick ass. Anyway, here's your pass cards and a get out of jail free card. Make sure to keep everything on the level and we're all good. Marcus: Sweet. Elders: head nodding Yeah.
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lillianna-davenport · 3 years
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I mean...
Would a werewolf receive better treatment at a human doctor or a vet that specializes in exotics?
Well, what shape are they in at the time?
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I have always said go to the vet clinic. Less waiting time, less security, and more scope for treatment, especially when you compare a GP doctor with a GP vet clinic.
A GP doctor might have basic vaccines and materials, but wont have a whole lot of medications and is highly specialized at treating humans.
A typical vet clinic stocks its own medications, has an Xray machine, sometimes has blood analysers or a basic laboratory, might have an ultrasound or other equipment, and some sort of surgical suite. Also, while vets are highly focused on treating non-human animals, we’ve all dabbled a little with the thought of treating humans. Mostly this involves treating ourselves.
We are humans, and e have a vested interest in our own health, so we have a basic understanding of at least human first aid. We also typically have a MIMS in the clinic, which is like a big encyclopedia of human drugs and pharmacology, including dose rates.
In a pinch, most of us could probably treat a werewolf with some well educated guesses.
The exception to this generalization, funnily enough, is dentistry. Take your werewolf to the human dentist. In a GP practice, if there is a dental problem, our main solution is to remove the tooth. Dogs handle this just fine, but your werewolf may want tooth-saving options. So off to the dentist with them.
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lillianna-davenport · 3 years
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Okay, listen here, you squabbling, half digested quails eggs. Time to get some balanced perspective.
Did the Starks get their money from no good, shady arms dealings? Yes. Is that good? No. Now show me where that is Tony’s fault. Did Tony inherent a company that did shady, no good arms dealings? Yes. Is that good? No. It is the will of the deceased. Not Tony’s fault. Did Tony choose to let his ‘can’ get ahead of his ‘should’ and keep on making bigger-badder weapons for the LOLs of SCIENCE! and to feel that big dick energy? Yes. Is this good? No. Tony did a smart-person-is-actually-only-smart-in-one-aria-and-dumb-everywhere-else. It’s super effective. Did Tony have an epiphany when he damned near died by his own weapons? In the movies, yes. In the comics, second hand, but also yes. Is this good? Yes. When you live in a bubble where consequences are as avoidable as writing a check, making vague promises, or dropping daddy’s name it quite often takes realizing the world dosen’t give a sh*t about you or your printed on dead plants. Death-comes-for-us-all sorts of moments get people to open their eyes. Is this Tony’s fault? Yes and no. He was raised to this, and not forced to live outside this bubble. However, he was nineteen in the comics during a time when that made you a grown *ss*d adult, and in the movies, was clearly fully mature. His listening and observation skills were balls, and he should feel bad about it. Did Tony, despite all he learned, choose to keep making weapons? Yhup. Is this bad? Yes. And no. This one is touchy. Yes, because stop it dude. Just stop putting out things that kill like this. However... if he stops, someone less scrupulous may pick up those contracts and use that money for more evil. At least Tony’s funding the Avengers with it. Is this Tony’s fault? Yes. These are clear choices Tony has made.
Now to what seems to be the heart of the matter: Tony rich. Is it bad? Nope. Money isn’t bad. It’s what you do with it. Lex Luthor is rich, and he’s a complete j*zz sock of a human being. He even spells his name like he thinks he’s *that* Thor/ a *washed* Thor - somehow implying Thor is dirty like he wouldn’t be first in line to tong bathe a literal god from a city of gold (Latin), or some sort of *light* Thor (Chinese). ~::Yes. I know in German it means ‘Lord of the people’, which doesn’t make it any better. Just take the imagery and enjoy it.::~ He’s a complete villain of d*ck*ry not just because he’s a manipulative sphincter wrinkle, but because he uses that money and the power it gives him to be actively *worse*. Tony does not. Tony is a net-zero of a person. Why? Because he’s still making weapons. He’s still blinded by ‘can’ and forgets the whole order of thought involving ‘should’. He does try to take on problems too big for individuals, even governments to take on. There’s a balance of political power he’s ignoring in order to do what’s right. This gives the government room to put him through a pasta cutter nuts first if he messes up, but doesn’t let them get to claim big ups and use him as leverage against other nations. Helps that he makes the weapons the government uses more cost effectively, combat effectively, and bleeding edge as he does. He’s got the chips. He plays them. Now, does Tony loose it all a few times? Yes. He also gets it back. That’s comics for you. He never stops trying to take on the bigger picture. But it won't erase the basic flaws of the man, nor will it bring back the lives he cost by choosing to continue the business built for him before he was conceived. He could have changed over to making games apps. He could have changed over to stock manipulation. Housing. Agriculture. The fact remains, at that level, you’re hurting someone. Tony chose to remain blatant about it. He also chooses to take on things far to big for the smaller people, being crushed by the decisions of less scrupulous beings. A hero? Meh. A f*ck up? Maybe. Sometimes. Worthy of scorn? On a larger scale, no. Conclusion: Being upset that Tony is rich is like saying straws are the problem. Sure, they don’t help, but man... you all remember that oil spill? The pipelines trying to go into protected territory? All that? Tony is the straws. And this is about comic books. Focus that rage on deforestation or actually fixing the economy. The ocean could use your outcries. Do that instead.
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1. Tony Stark fractures 17 bones in his arm and punctures his left lung trying to protect people, which nearly killed him.
2. While he’s literally lying in a hospital bed, Patsy “Hellcat” Walker derides him as a “white guy with a god complex” who’s never had to look past his own privilege, even though a common stock Iron Man plot is “Tony loses everything and has to start over from scratch”.
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And the entire point of his character is that he decided to risk his life to help people.
3. This is incredibly stupid.
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lillianna-davenport · 3 years
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Do you have... a *punchable* throat?
Are you... *on trend*?
Do you... *protect* the cookie?
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lillianna-davenport · 4 years
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The Fabulous Bill Chase, Drag Queen of the North
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lillianna-davenport · 4 years
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For personal reasons I am staring at an OC of mine...
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lillianna-davenport · 4 years
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Okay, that ‘look, friends, here’s the rub.’ is *chefs kiss*.
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lillianna-davenport · 4 years
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The minutes ticked by as Wayward Howl and No PB&J starred at the tree line. From forest edge, dense with shadows, the black corruption began to take form. The spirals were close to the lodge by the time there swirling venality became a tangible stench. One by one their coiling, twisted forms snapped, multiplying in size until the nightmare that is Wyrm tainted chrinos took form. No PB&J glanced at Wayward Howl who seemed rather non pulsed by the exaggerated swagger the Black Spirals mocked with every damming step. Stopping in a curve formation as jagged as their smiles, the poisonous group snarled, growling out under breath snipes at the two warriors facing them down. Marking his position as leader, the shark-toothed giant called Madman gave a surprisingly clean smile. A smile that began to crack and crumble as the screeching cackle that before his name came rumbling up from a chest laden with scars and mussel.
“I was excited to hear such a warrior challenge. A would be hero? In these lands? Well, I just had to come see." The spiral alpha's face became hard, mocking. "But here I find two cubs. A white-furred bitch,” he huffed dismissively at No PB&J, he continued “and a grey-furred cuck.” Six jeering voices guffawed with pleasure and insult.
A wolfish grin curled Wayward Howl's lips. “Can’t be a cuck if I’m virgin, you pack of Ripley’s rejects.”
The mocking smile left Madman's eyes. “Aren’t you just full of spunk and sass," he spat. "What’re the sad sack fuckwits callin’ ya?”
“Wayward Howl," sneered the war alpha. "I am the one that challenged.”
A moment of silence seemed to enhance the bays of laughter cut with jeering  taunts of "Wayward Howl? More like: Wha! Worried Howls!" followed by several long whimpering calls of a pup to its mother. Madman let this continue for a moment longer, then threw his predators gaze at the motley gang of walking bile with him. The silence returned. Shaking himself off like a displeased car salesman, Madman grinned at Wayward Howl.  “Well little lost yapper, since you demanded a challenge and I’m in the mood to watch a fool die - and that runty mutt bitch piss herself," snorting derisively, "I’ll take it.” The Spiral alpha stared, steepling his fingers. “Now, if I recall I get to set the rules, right?" This was not how challenges went, but Wayward Howl said nothing. "Yeah," grinned Madman, "you’ll fight two of mine. All. By your. Lonesome.”
No PB&J narrowed cold blue eyes, jaw flexing with outrage as with a shake of his head Wayward Howl chuckled. “I’ll agree to that right now. Let’s get started, shall we?”
Madman flicked his wild eyes left and right. “Go. Skin this mewling pup. We’ll use his fur as a fuck rug for our… dates.” The fire of brutality illuminated his eyes as he licked his lips. Before he could get the slithering thing back into his mouth the Spirals flanking him ad surged forward with a flash of obsidian claws, blacker than the smoke of the forest fire they'd just recently set.
In a flash Wayward Howl took stance, fang dagger at the ready, his own claws gleaming with a razors edge. He could feel the deep searing pain of the enemies poisoned touch as they raked sin and hate against his skin. As blood broke skin, Wayward Howl struck. A crunching, ripping of corded flesh and a stunned expression accompanied the spray of rancor that splattered all nearby as the gleaming blade made its displeasure known. From throat to belly a Spiral lay gutted, his dead expression cast in horrified hues for all eternity.  
Mid charge, the second assailants eyes followed the body of his pack mate as  it fell, then turned towards the target. Shock mingled with bloodlust as they caught Wayward Howl's hard stair. Instinctually the Spiral pulled back from the power of the alpha's gaze, unable to face the righteous power of the uncorrupted. In the seconds it took for the mangled corps to hit ground, Wayward Howl shifted his stance, bringing his claws up. They cut deep. Flicking bits of vital organ off his fingers as the Spiral gurgled black blood, Wayward Howl glanced at Madman as if to say, "That's all?"
Madman lost his grin. The fire left his eyes, replaced by a blackness darker than his soul. “Kill’em.” The four men flanking him didn’t move. His eyes flicked dark command into each of their souls. “KILL’EM!” he shouted. They jumped.
In a booming reply, Wayward Howl demanded counter measures with a single directive. “Strike.”
Three forms drop out of hiding around the Spiral pack. From the forest line Talks to Many bolted like the howling winds, clipping Spiral with his claws, pivoting on his heel, using the movement to rip through the Dancer like paper. The Spiral desperately swiped his claws at the black furred wolf, trying to get away. He failed. Closing his crushing grip about the Spiral's sternum, Talks to Many thrust his arm back. A door to the heart now lay open, but before he could strike it, the Spiral lost his life, bleeding onto the earth.
As blood crept towards his hiding place, Green Venom Toungue lifted his scaled tail to avoid the hissing icor. Blinking one eye, then the other, he saw his chance.  Letting out a hiss as ominous as the back water swamps, the massive Mokolé dropped onto a charging enemy, snapping powerful jaws at a startled Spiral.
Flailing his claws at Green Venom Toungue's armored hide was a mistake. The Mokolé felt little more than the faint itching of something passing by. The Spiral was desperate to get away from the danger. Green Venom Toungue obliged, jaws opening into a cavernous death, sharp teeth sinking into weaker flesh, opening the wound to poisonous toxins. Staggered from the blow, arms flailing, the Spiral tried in a panic to strike at the Mokolé.  A few seconds more as Green Venom Toungue's jaw clicked and crunched,  crushing organs and breaking bones as the Spiral grew still. Black blood dripping from his maw, Green Venom Toungue turned at the sound of Amarguq's howl. It cut thrugh the air like hot thunder. One could expect ancient heroes of old to come storming from the mists of time to take on these would be threats.
Surging from the unseen places,  Amarguq leaped into the air. With a gleam in his eye, he came down on the spiral,  his maw locking around the unfortunate neck. Sinking in ivory fangs, Amarguq clawed savagely across the chest and belly of the foe beneath him. The Dancer never again moved of his own volition.
As viscous blood began to wash the dirt black, a luminous flame, silver and radiant began to wreath itself around the white furred chrinos, casting a bright ambiance into the growing twilight. Her claws found and savagely tore out the side of her quarry as he yowled in pain. Feebly the Spiral swiped at No PB&J, trying to weave and dodge. His eyes failed against the radiance of Luna's Flame.  A final, fluid sweep of her claws arched a bloody trail as his neck was no more.
As the artistic stroke flecked the air with sanguine, Madman's twisted features became confused, his rage and fury now abandoned. His entire pack wasn’t just cut down, they were decimated. Realizing he was the only one left standing he looked to his Gaian counterpart.
Wayward howl watched him as if seeing every flaw, every blemishes in a clear stone. There were so many, he sneered with disgust. “Congrats asshole. Your pack made a mess of the lawn.”
With a gesture of his hand, the gathered defenders  fell upon Madman with a chorus of howls. There was no mercy.
From a vehicle a couple dozen yards away Basil and Heather watched  the violence and savagery as the distant fire illuminated the sprays of black blood, all of it… over in few heartbeats as a storm would rolled in. A great hiss cooled the sizzling foliage as strong winds let loose much needed. The flames soon died away, weighing down the acrid smoke, leaving the fresh scent of rain. The immediate threat was gone, but its scars would require time to heal.
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  _~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ Credits and Contribution (in alphabetical order) _~_ ~_
_~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ ~_Basil Leandros played by Naberius _~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ ~_
_~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ Esadowa "Talks to Many" played by Kjeld _~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ 
_~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ Green-Venom-Tongue played by Dehaka _~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ 
_~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ Heather O’Connor played by Bridget _~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ ~_  ~
_~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ Kiska Yeva played by Capsensis _~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ ~
_~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ Amarguq “Mark” played by DMWolf _~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ ~_
_~_ ~_ ~_ ~_ Roth "Wayward Howl" Berggrem played by JB _~_ ~_
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lillianna-davenport · 4 years
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OH. Mah. Gerbals. Them glittery pink daemon sparkles have got some serious SASS.
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lillianna-davenport · 4 years
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so an enemy threw an ice jar at me. hit. this is supposed to freeze me so bad it burns. i have cold resistance. So i said 'umm. do it again daddy' while rubbing my frozen nips, to both warm them up because fuck, that hurts, and also to intimidate the villain. rolls a 17. total of 26. I have successfully made the villain question it's reason for villainy and if THIS is really what it signed up for.
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lillianna-davenport · 4 years
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“Kitty practicing the lion dance for the Chinese New Year”
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lillianna-davenport · 4 years
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Planet friendly.
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YOO SPREAD THE WORD PEOPLE
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lillianna-davenport · 4 years
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kindness is a discipline, not a trait
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lillianna-davenport · 5 years
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Shorter or no, that was powerful.
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Wolves React To Gamekeeper Who Had Been Away On Maternity Leave
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