#Fallen Hero PC

[anxietytwist]

𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐫𝐢

“𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚”

[ 𝟹𝟷 | 𝟻'𝟻" | Nonbinary | Demiro Bi | ❤︎𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝 ]

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⟨Suit Info⟩

𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 & 𝘰𝘣𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘳 & 𝘦𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱-𝘫𝘦𝘵𝘴.

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⟨Puppet⟩

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: 𝐘𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧

𝘈 𝟻'𝟷𝟷" 𝘔𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘌𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝟸𝟶𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 & 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳.

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⟨Notes⟩

ꜱᴇx‣ AMAB

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ‣ They/Them

ʙᴜɪʟᴅ‣ Toned

ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ‣ Androgynous [Rebirth], Nondescript & layered [Retribution], + Edgy streetwear & multiple ear piercings

ᴠɪᴄᴇ‣ Sweets (fav desert = tiramisu)

ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ‣ Tech-savvy fighter

ɢᴏᴀʟ‣ “Show the world the truth!”

ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ “ꜱᴄᴀʀ”‣ Puppetmaster

ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ‣ Well-off (robbing & heists)

ʙᴀꜱᴇ‣ Business front (living the the apartment above it)

▪︎ Chose the name “𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐨” simply because it's their favorite colour (𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚 also calls them “𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐲”)

▪︎ They started HRT (estrogen) when they 𝟷ˢᵗ escaped the farm; they've also contemplated having bottom surgery (their trauma around all “medical procedures” has dissuade them)

▪︎ Views 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐚 as an older sister (but refuses to EVER tell her since her head would simply get too big ... totally not because they'd start crying or anything) ... their friendship is “complicated” to say the least

▪︎ Back in the day, 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 was known as 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞'𝐬 “sidekick”

▪︎ 𝗟𝗼𝘀 𝗗𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘀 is the only home they know

▪︎ Prefers to wear a facemask whenever out in public (it helps with their warranted paranoia)

▪︎ They're very self-concise about the scar on their face (mainly because they received it during the 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 incident)

▪︎ They have A LOT of body scars, the majority are combat related ... but the others are self-inflicted

▪︎ They're both touch-averse (mainly with “suprise contact”) & touch-starved 😔

▪︎ Pre-𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 they were an upbeat/positive person ... afterwards they've understandably become quite jaded/withdrawn

▪︎ They're angry at their past/younger self for being a naïve & complacent fool

▪︎ 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 runs a criminal syndicate & is a known telepath (despite their beat efforts 😮‍💨)

▪︎ ...

♡♥︎♡ 𝐑𝐚𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 = 𝟻 little friends ♡♥︎♡

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𝐼𝐹: @

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Picrew used:

Pre-𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸: 🥲 so happy & full of hope

#FHR #Fallen Hero #Fallen Hero IF #Fallen Hero-if #if: Fallen Hero #Fallen Hero: Rebirth #Fallen Hero: Retribution #Fallen Hero series #Fallen Hero game #Fallen Hero COG #CYOA #IF #interactive fiction game #interactive fiction #choice game #Fallen Hero MC #Fallen Hero OC #Fallen Hero PC #Fallen Hero Sidestep #Sidestep #FHR Sidestep #character profile #IF OCs #very excited for Book3 👀

[ianthedebonair]

never a great time to be alone with your thoughts

#fhr #fallen hero #sidestep #damien becker #art #my art #use a bath bomb damien #people are gonna see sidestep jr. #when the summer heat in LD gets unbearable he used to just dump himself in a partially filled bathtub #before yeeting his consciousness into the puppet to find the nearest establishment with decent air conditioning #it's like watercooling a pc

[disastersteps]

a very silly comic //happy sidestep days au

themmy and anita do gaming nights in this au! ...and yes im getting the console version next week im v exciting!!

(also, anita's in-denial rambling: "nope i have no fucking idea what you're about to say-" )

#fhr #fhr au #fallen hero #julia ortega #anathema #fh: anathema #fh: julia ortega #sidestep: anita lee #myarts #mycomics #myaus | happy sidestep days #help girl i want to draw her fully but THATS.... AFTER I GET THE GAME BC I HADNT SEEN SPOILERS IN A WHOLE MONTH YALL #i heard gists from pals and im SOBBING #i cant play it on pc bc my laptop cant handle big sized games sdjgjshdgh

[odysseys-blood]

(wip) i have been drawing these tattoos. since yesterday. and im still not done.

#the fallen hero author decided the regene tats should be over the entire body to spite me specifically #ig its also on me for not making them mirrored but also....ehhhh #idk if ill tag the full thing even when im done i barely go in the tags #fun fact i used the name brutus fir my pc (left) first #so technically i stole the name from them #and i think its a perfect name choice for a character centered around betrayal #oc corner #dont look too close at the feet ik theyre fucked im not lookin up feet theyre nasty #this is not thia saturated on my tablet dear god

[overthinkingfeathers]

Love when game designers lock certain NPCs’ identifies to yours. It’s a subtle indicator of the ways they’re meant to reflect or oppose you, and that effort is absolutely wasted on me. I will not learn about this for years, if ever, because I am incapable of making different choices.

#Video games in general #This is not specifically about Fallen Hero #I can think of another game that's been out for years that I just learned gender swaps a minor NPC in a way that's kind of foreshadowing #but it's also not not about it either #since I was like fine I do want to romance Chen enough to make a male character #and immediately realized like 3 other characters are based on the PC #And I was like huh. Well. This does say some things

[dutchdread]

Hey Dutch what is your opinion on crises core reunion ? I had few ca tell me it didn’t do anything for zack and aerith relationship it just made things worse ? I don’t know we’re they get that belief from but it’s there opinion. Did you think the story was ok and gave good context on what they mean to each other?

People give too much flack to Crisis Core. I only played the original CC back on the PSP so I can't say anything about whether or not Reunion made it better or worse, but I enjoyed the original. But part of that is because I simply had lower expectations for portable games than I do for AAA pc or console titles. I won't deny that the game has a bunch of stuff that could have been done better (Cough, genesis, cough), but it had its strong points as well. I think some of the basic concepts of Crisis Core are good in principle, like theme of hopes and dreams, and watching how Zack through adversity unwillingly becomes the hero that he always wanted to be. But the execution was often lacking. I love the idea of watching a several friends slowly break, and I think there is potential in tying that story into them being "monsters" and exploring what it really means to be a monster vs being a hero. But again. The way it was handled made it rather ridiculous and overly obtuse. The constant quoting of Loveless, ESPECIALLY without it ever getting a clear meaning that allows the player to connect with it, Angeals random dramatic self-pity, and a bunch of other stuff just made it so that storywise a lot of the bad overshadowed the good. But I played CC for Zack and Aerith, and they were perfect in my opinion.I loved seeing Aerith like an actual 16 year old girl and how her time with Zack rubbed off on her and caused her to start living every day to the fullest. I still think that the scene with Aerith hugging Zack from behind is one of the most romantic scenes in FF, simply because of how viscerally real it is. Her trying to make small talk, him just being there, choosing to mourn in the presence of the woman he loves, not needing to be consoled, but just needing her presence. And then that hug "sometimes you don't need words to tell a person how you're feeling" indeed. This is also a part of the reason I am convinced Aerith was still projecting Zack onto Cloud at the end of Rebirth "our place", "the church", Yeah right. For Cloud and Aerith the church is just a place they happened to spend about 5 minutes at one point, not even the place they met. Meanwhile Zack went there to see her for I think about one and a half years. He goes there instantly in intergrade, he goes there in Rebirth, we see him waiting there for Aerith at the end of rebirth, the core visual for Crisis core was changed to TAKE PLACE IN THE CHURCH. But the Church is Cloud and Aeriths place.....yeah right. Either that is an intentional hint that Aerith is still projecting, or the writing has fallen off a cliff. Then we have the other character moments, Cloud and Tifa pining for each other, the parallels between Cloti and Zerith. Zack promising Aerith he'll come for her underneath the water tower. And my favorite Aeriths "23 tiny little wishes", all encompassed in the one with to "spend more time with Zack". Which is then ultimately fulfilled via Cloud in the OG/rebirth. And then of course there is the ending, my favorite ending of any game ever aside from Nier:Automata. Man I bawled my eyes out. So yeah, I like Crisis Core, it's messy, but it's messy with a lot of gold in it, and for a portable title I think that's not half bad.

#ffvii #cloti #ffvii rebirth #ffvii remake #cloud strife #aerith gainsborough #ff7 #zerith

[justsescape]

[Since I'm sick, how about a throwback drabble?]

“Oh, so that’s what you like, anon?“

Your soul sunk through the floor; it’s too bad your body couldn’t follow suit. There was no getting around it. Your hand was trembling far too much to click away from the breast expansion sequence on your computer screen. “Wouldn’t her back break with giant jugs like those?” Misato leaned over your shoulder. You couldn’t bear to face her, but you heard the cheshire cat grin in her voice nonetheless. “Honestly, you are so weird, nonnie...”

You thought you felt her hand on your shoulder – like that of a teacher comforting you over a failed test. But what slipped into your peripheral vision removed all doubt of what she was doing. There it was, an erect nipple tenting against her black shirt with every intention of piercing the threads. One of her heaving tits was draping itself over your shoulder like a sash. “Though you know, anon,” she continued, leaning even further forward, “I suppose it is normal to like huuuuge boobs...” Her voice trailed off, but her rack certainly didn’t. More and more of her breast was creeping down your collarbone and toward your ribcage. But it wasn’t just gradually descending; her flesh was also bulging against your neck like a pillow you might wear on an airplane. If you were sweating before, you were drenched now.

“Oh, whoops! Sorry about that,” Misato feigned, groping at the underside of her overgrown boob and hoisting it up. You felt her supple skin rub against your neck and chin. “I’m still getting used to… all this~”

The captain’s heels tapped on the floor as she took to a stand, and your gaze was reeled in behind her like a fish hooked on bait. Just a moment ago, you couldn’t bear to look her in the eye… and nothing had changed now. Why look her in the face? A bust as big as hers demanded your attention, and Misato was cupping them in her hands like she was volunteering them for show-and-tell. She was far, far bigger than ever before. Bowling balls would surely be envious of their size and their weight alike, but the way they plunged in her shirt was almost more breathtaking than if they were simply round – though, they were getting close to that shape as the captain presented them like she was lifting watermelons.

“Soooo yeah, I may have snooped on your PC,” Misato giggled. She let one of her breasts fall (and jiggle) against her torso to reach into her jacket pocket. After a bit of rustling, she produced an empty vial. “And I have privileged access at work, so... you know the rest! It’s not the most powerful dose so it’s very gradual, but I’ll be growing and growing for hours~”

Misato released her other boob from her grasp and then plunked the container into her cleavage. “Won’t need this anymore,” she teased – and with two fingers, she pressed the vial down until it nearly disappeared. Fortunately, her cleavage eagerly did the rest; that dark, deep line lengthened and swallowed it up like it had fallen into quicksand. “Ooh, they’re hungry~!” Misato’s boisterous laugh only served to make her colossal boobs sway to and fro. “Hope you enjoyed that little display, ano-... whoa, what? Something’s... there’s something else in there?” Misato dove wrist-deep between her breasts, sifted around for a moment, and then... she slowly fished a bra strap out. The cups following behind it were impressive in their own right, but they had been practically maimed. Perhaps this is what her shirt would look like once her nipples reached their goal.

"Oh, I almost forgot that I was wearing this before I started blimping up," she mused, letting it dangle from her hand like a recently caught trout. "I must have had it since college, and now it's all broken and worthless... guess I'll need to get resized and refitted..."

You couldn’t ignore her eyes anymore. They looked at you in the same way a supervillain looks at a hero imprisoned in their lair. “And I know just the person who can help me with that~...” A broken bra in one hand, and an unspooling measuring tape in the other; Misato sauntered toward you, her unsupported rack swaying back and forth like the swings on a swing set. Forget bowling balls; they were rivaling beach balls now, and her shirt was paying the ultimate price. Holes peppered the fabric and revealed bulging, creamy skin underneath. Her midriff would have also clearly been visible if not for her gigantic bust obscuring it. It wouldn’t be much longer until you wouldn’t even be able to see her thighs.

"If you promise me that I'm the only big boobed woman you'll chase, maybe I'll have a little fun and give the breast expansion formula to all the girls at work too!” The measuring tape dragged across the ground behind her. Every passing moment rendered it more and more ill equipped for the task. All you could hear was her voice – and your heartbeat pounding in your ears. She stopped in front of your chair, her head now fully hidden behind the expanse of her underboob. If you rose your head only a few more inches, her tits could envelop you completely. “Just promise me that you won't try any funny business with them, ‘kay? Now get to work, anon! These honkers won’t measure themselves~!”

#the throwback drabble zone #muse: misato #breast expansion

[terrified-spider]

Fleshing out the Undead of Barovia:

Over the course of his 400+ year long stay in Barovia, Strahd has killed a lot of adventuring parties, and these fallen heroes are cursed to wander the land as the zombies and vampire spawn that terrorize future parties.

Something I've noticed, both as a DM and Player, is that player characters, even when made to fit within a particular setting, have a degree of "main character energy" in their designs that NPCs lack. There is more evidence of a fully developed character, with relationships and life experiences, in comparison to the NPC I had to name on the spot when the players started asking questions.

As I'm working on my next run of Curse of Strahd, I'm looking to add more personality to the fallen heroes, basing them off real player characters, to make them more relatable to my players, and make death seem like a realistic possibility for them.

I'm in the process of sacrificing collecting player characters, who will get to cameo in my campaign! (: The results will be compiled into a spreadsheet for others to reference and use in their games.

CoS characters are ideal, but BG3 characters and PCs from other campaigns are also welcome! There's no limit on how many submissions one can give, I'm looking to get as many characters as possible. (:

#dungeons and dragons #curse of strahd #dnd5e #dnd #dnd character #strahd von zarovich #sacrifice your character to a dread lord #its fun! (: #I've thrown a couple of my characters in already and will be adding a couple more #world building #fantasy worldbuilding #not art #spider's dming tag #I may also add some of my zombie and vampire spawn changes to the sheet if theres an interest #anyway I'll probably reblog this a couple times don't mind me #bg3 tav #bg3

[fallenclan]

hot grass scorched his white paws, making him limp slower and slower by the second. his eyes felt heavy, the ash from the surrounding underbrush finding its way into them. soot covered his pelt, weighing him down even though it bore no weight. a far away sounding yowl broke the deadly silence of the fiery forest. hope.

"just keep moving," he rasped to only himself; there were no birds singing, no mice rustling leaves, only the crackle of embers finding new things to eat away at. "somebody is going to help."

his clanmates would save him. then everything would go back to normal. a dark body thundered into view, shouting to the struggling tom. as the dark cat leaped over a fallen log, the soot-covered cat crumpled onto the ground.

"no, no, we don't need to tell him," the tom recognized the voice of hopethistle sounded miles away as he lay comfortably. where is the fire? lee must have saved me.

the tom opened his eyelids slowly, wincing as he tried to lift his head towards the medicine cat. she spun around towards him, away from her conversation with silverbelly. the older gray cat blinked slowly while the younger brown cat had eyes that brimmed with worry.

"oh, how do you feel, ripplefade?" hopethistle hurried over to her patient. "hungry? feeling hot?"

ripplefade simply shook his head. as he opened his mouth to speak, the rasp that came out surprised him by how unrecognizable it was. "thank you," he muttered. "is lee out in the clearing? i'd like to thank him for saving my life."

the two medicine cats exchanged a glance that confused ripplefade. he attempted to get to his tired feet so he could go do it himself. these darn cats worried too much. a walk into the clearing wouldn't kill him.

"ripplefade!" he jumped at silverbelly's commanding voice. "lie back in your nest. you'll mess up your bandages!" she hurried over to the injured cat and lowered him to his nest.

"i just want to see lee!" he retorted but laid back down.

"h-he," hopethistle walked up beside silverbelly. "he died in the fire."

ripplefade stared at her. this wasnt a funny joke! lee is a hero and shouldn't be joked about. but she didn't look like she was joking..

he blinked. "what? he squeaked out. "he died? saving me?" the silence that followed answered the question.

lee was dead. and it was all his fault.

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uh oh survivors guilt.. i want to continue this but i have things i need to do rn. cliffhanger tehe

-jellyfish (i forgot i cant find the dang emoji on pc but i dont want to restart soooo)

AUGHGHHGHG MY HEART...... i just know ripplefade loses sleep at night thinking abt Lee. this hurts so bad

#fallenasks #jellyfish anon #fallenfic

[dakimomoe]

Louise Clair, Sidestep

Got a little inspired to draw my PC from Fallen Hero: Rebirth. I’m really loving it so far! Also wow, it's been awhile since I drew anything gosh,,, it felt pretty good, I missed this feeling

yes, she is dead inside

#it's been 84 years #fallen hero #fallen hero rebirth #sidestep #choice of games #hosted games #fanart #art

[vee-vee-writes]

I Need a Hero (Thorin x reader)

A/N: Potentially going to make this into a series if people are interested. Also I have finished a part 2 to Floral Arrangements but I am stuck away from my usual PC so it will be a week or so until I get it up sorry.

You’d heard tales of a lost prince trapped within his mountain home, guarded by a fire breathing dragon. Legend said that the one to free Prince Durin would be blessed by Mahal himself to eternal happiness and all the other joys a dwarf could imagine. It was then of no surprise to you that the remining Dwarf Lords sent their sons and daughters to free the dwarven prince. None were successful and no word had been heard from them since.

What shocked you was your Lord’s command, sending you to try to recover the prince. You were a member of the royal guard, but you certainly weren’t the most notable of the guard by any means. Going would be a death sentence but refusing your Lord’s request was treason of the highest degree. With heavy reluctance you undertook the two-day journey to Erebor.

You found yourself at the foot of the mountain, wondering if this place would be your tomb. A cold stone mausoleum. With your mule tied down you made your way to the makeshift rickety wooden bridge up to the entrance. The original stone bridge and much of the entrance had fallen away, whether to time or the dragon’s rampage you were not sure. From the size of the hole in the entrance, you assumed that the dragon had smashed through it on the day of the siege. To survive this, you would have to have your guard up.

Creeping forward through the entrance you began to survey the interior entrance, looking for some sign of where you should go. Your Lord had shown you an old map of Erebor from during its heyday. Amongst the litter of broken stones, melted metal, and scattered skeletal bones you saw what looked to be a large stone sign laying amongst it. Scanning around you saw no sign of life. Taking this as a sign you stealthily crept over to read it. MARKET. THRONE ROOM. GREAT HALL. LIVING QUARTERS. ROYAL WING – were all marked out on the sign. Your mental map of the mountain layout was somewhat correct, you would need to head down the left-hand tunnel to the royal wing. The entrance to the wing was further back in the room,

Heading to the left wing you began climbing over a pile of rubble to get through the entrance. The material was like nothing you had ever felt before, firm underhand and unshifting. It was not until the pile moved, letting out a chuckle that made you freeze in place. “Of all the witless fools who have entered my mountain, never have I had one practically walk into my jaws” the pile puffed in amusement. Scrambling off to the other side and tumbling to your feet in the hallway of the beginning of the royal wing you began to run. “Flee, flee, run for your life, there is nowhere to hide from my fiery death.”

The pile had not been a pile at all but the great dragon Smaug who had cloaked himself in shadows. Looking over your shoulder as you fled you looked on in horror as the dragon began to force his body through the doorway, cracking the stone to fit his bulbous body through. Facing forward once again, you squeezed your eyes shut and mustered all the strength and will within yourself to continue faster without looking back, skidding around corners without slipping over.

After an eternity of running, you came before a door at the end of the long corridor. You heard the dragon in the distance behind you, wriggling its body down the corridor like a great wyrm. Not wanting to take the chance that he may catch you, you pushed the great oaken door open and slipped in.

The golden torch light took you off guard, you hadn’t expected to actually find the prince let alone find him by mistake. A large spacious suite was laid out before you, completely untouched by the devastation you’d seen in the entrance way. On one of the couches staring at you in awe was a dark haired and bearded dwarf of substantial build and handsome profile. You were unsure of what to say to him.

It was he who broke the silence, “Sixty-years. Sixty-years I have not seen another living soul though I have heard the echoes of their screams. Thank you, I am indebted to you. Who may I call my hero.” Smiling warmly at the young prince you answered his query, “I am (Y/N) of (Y/K/N). I was sent by my Lord to recover you your highness.” “(Y/N)” he tasted the syllables of your name on his tongue, “a noble name.” Never had you heard of a noble of your name but for the sake of argument you agreed, you would need the co-operation of the prince if the two of you were to survive.

“Tell me (Y/N)” he paused, “how did you slay the beast?” A loud grumbling roar reverberated on the stone surrounding the pair of you, the dragon neared. Thorin stared at your slacked jaw in disbelief. “You didn’t slay the dragon! The prophecy says you are supposed to slay the dragon before you rescue me” Thorin snapped, “no, no, no, this is all wrong.” “We don’t have time for this your highness. We have to go” you pleaded motioning to the window, "or do you want to be stuck here for another sixty years." Pulling his lips back in a snarl Thorin grunted, “you’ve given me no choice. What’s your plan?” “Where does this window lead?” you questioned. “The courtyard after the entrance. It was built to wow our foreign visitors.”

“Exactly where we need to be. If that doesn't work, we head for the secret tunnel. That's our escape. We just have to avoid the dragon until we reach it. I doubt he knows of its existence.” You mused. “Secret tunnel?” Thorin questioned doubtfully. “Mmhm. Built by Thror when he founded your mountain home and kept secret from all but his heir. I’m surprised that he never told you of it. Though I’m sure when it came time, Thrain would have told you all the Kingly secrets of this place” you affirmed to Thorin, “come now, enough talking. Let’s tie the sheets together and escape your stone prison.”

The two of you worked quickly together knotting sheets, cloak, and shirt alike to make a long enough chain to escape the tower. You scaled the tower first, checking for any sign of the dragon before beckoning the prince down. Neither of you dared call out for fear of alerting Smaug to your scheme. Instead, you crept into the airy silence, staying low to the ground out of fear of being spotted.

The longer the two of you crept in silence, the more worried the two of you grew. It was the clatter of golden coins bouncing off the stone floor beside you that shook the two of you. Simultaneously your eyes met the prince’s, both wide as dinner plates, before gazing up to the dragon's belly above you as he slunk through the castle.

The two of you lay prone on the floor mapping out the course the dragon was taking. Crawling close to Thorin you pressed in against his side and leaned over to whisper into his ear, "We follow the dragon. Keep low, keep quiet. It's heading in the direction we need to go." Thorin nodded in response and the two of you headed off, crawling after the dragon.

You crept like that for what felt like hours, scared even to breathe too loudly, and alerted the dragon to your presences. Finally, the dragon stopped just before the gate, staring out over the nearby land, likely surveying for the two of you. Thorin nudged you and gestured at a cove of rock that the two of you could cover in. With a firm nod the two of you made your way over and got comfy, waiting the dragon out. It would be easier to wait him out than it would to make for the hidden entrance now.

Though it seemed that Thorin didn't quite have the same idea. Instead, the darrow grabbed a huge hunk of broken rock, vaulting it as far as he could back into the entrance way before quickly hunkering in with you. Smaug's head snapped around to the source of the sound and he began to stalk across towards it. Neither of you had expected was for the dragon to pause before whipping around and breathing molten fire across the entrance way debris. With a satisfied smirk he turned back around and stomped down the hallway, disappearing around the corner into the darkness.

"What now" Thorin whispered harshly. "We could have waited him out" you grumped with a pointed look, "but now we have to find another way up and out around the fire." Thorin sighed with a defeated look and nodded, gesturing for you to take the lead. "Move as fast as you can while still being quiet. The last thing we want to do is tip the beast off to our location, he's already suspicious of us" you affirmed before taking the lead out towards the flaming gate.

You scanned frantically around the entrance looking for a way around the flame. Thorin gripped your shoulder, "focus." Drawing a deep breath, you narrowed your focus. Homing in on the wall you found an old half rusted chain fixed to one of the walls. "That's our way out come on."

A tug on the chain caused it to groan but it stayed fixed in place. Signaling upwards you spoke to Thorin, "You first. I'll stay down here and keep looking out as you climb." "Let me get this straight, you want me, the crown prince, to climb an old, rusted chain up a forty-foot wall hoping that a) I don't fall and b) that I don't get spotted by a fire breathing drake that you failed to kill" Thorin huffed. Smiling sarcastically, you answered, "exactly. Now unless you want to be stuck here even longer, get up the wall. Besides there's no guarantee that the chain will hold two of us."

Rolling his eyes at you Thorin begrudgingly took the chain and began scaling the wall. On edge you clenched your teeth, scanning for any sight of the scaly magot. Groaning of the chain caused your breath to catch in your throat. While you wanted the prince out of the mountain and safe, you hardly wanted to be stuck within the mountain crawling around looking for another way out while the dragon stalked around looking for you. You leaned tensely against the wall, begging your body and mind to calm themselves for the sake of your survival.

The familiar clink of a coin hitting the concrete shot you out of your thoughts, though this time it bounced and rolled to land off to your side. Frightenedly, you cast your eyes upwards only to find Thorin at the top of the wall trying to signal he was ready for you to make your way up.  Grabbing the chain you began the climb, hauling yourself up your limbs groaning as the tension was forcefully stretched out of them. Higher and higher you climbed, stopping only briefly to steady your grip on the vertical drop. All the time you stared upwards to the top of the wall, meeting the prince's anxious gaze.

Nearing the top Thorin reached an arm down to you, helping you over and up on the top of the exterior wall. The two of you smiled briefly at one another as he helped you up to your feet. You watched his face change as he looked out over the remains of Dale and the changed wilds. Most would have turned their noses up in horror, but Thorin gazed on in wonder, the edges of his mouth turning up into an appreciative smile. He hadn't seen the outside world since the Sack you realised. You knew it was only a small gesture, but you laid a comforting hand on his, stroking his palm gently. Thorin looked at you tenderly, taking in the touch of another being and the sight of your hand within his. "Welcome back to the world Thorin Durin."

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[transprincecaspian]

only on anon for the ask game but—who are some of the OCs you've been thinking about most lately and what parts of them reflect you?

i've been thinking a lot about Melchior, who I mentioned earlier, my bard PC for the upcoming curse of strahd game--he's very concerned with the nature of doing right and minimizing harm but sometimes that's not possible in every environment and circumstance; you have to make hard choices and live with them but also be able to forgive yourself for being put in that situation. in those moments the only person who can forgive you is you.

additionally i've been thinking abt Jules, who is my Sidestep OC from the Fallen Hero interactive novels; admittedly by design the interactive novels are meant to make you reflect and discover things about yourself so maybe it is cheating! but Jules has been on my mind lately for his interaction with the world around him and understanding how trauma can make it difficult to form long term goals when you don't think you'll even hit your short term ones! it's hard to cope with and harder to ask for help and it does require giving yourself grace.

#some thoughts on ocs... #askbox #i didn't go into detail abt what part of myself is reflected there but i think you can tell

[dunmer-dovahkiin]

I would find it interesting to have a TES 6 setting where the Dominion won. Like a Tamriel ruled over by High Elves. The empire was quite imperial centric, of course, but the High Elves see the other races as so much below them, that I would be very curious to see how it would play out. How people in different provinces would act. Maybe the game takes place in Hammerfell, very recently fallen under Altmeri control?

It would give the chance to maybe, as the PC to join up with an underground resistance or something. Not like in the Skyrim civil war where you are quickly at the head of it all, but like as an underdog, doing sone sabotage and working your way up (i want more underdog PC again, like in Oblivion, i dont want to be a hero/chosen one from the get go)

I'm sure I'm not the first one to think of this, I would love to hear opinions! :D

#ank #tes #elder scrolls #tes6 #elder scrolls 6 #skyrim #high elves #altmer

[seawardboundsammy]

decided to finally throw together a proper pinned post!

Hiya, my name's Sammy (they/them)! I'm an artist and writer and currently im obsessed with Fallen Hero. i have a particular interest in how LD and its citizens would react and interact with the events of the story.

find my writing on ao3 here!

Tags:

#sammy speaks: talk tag

#sammy writes: writing tag

#sammy sketches: rarely used art tag

#aster and the empty city: oc for an original story who also is a pc in a ttrpg

FHR specific tags:

#fhr arbor: my Anarchist sweetheart sidestep (ro: Ortega)

#fhr pelican: asshole manipulative mob boss step (ro: Ortega)

#fhr thistle: hungry scar art thief step (ro: Herald)

#fhr faruq: train them hero hunter step (ro: Chen)

#fhr rory: RIP AND TEAR UNTIL IT IS DONE. kill them hunter (ro: None.)

#fhr: ld citizens: my catch all tag for talking about the (non canon) citizens of ld!

#thought it would be good to have it all consolidated #sammy speaks

[omori-sv-au]

its late but idc i finished a oneshot >:) i actually wrote this like 2 months ago but basically rewrote 80% of it bc it was. very outdated LMAO ive changed quite a bit since ive started making this au but yeah enjoy also this was formatted on mobile so if it looks horrendous on pc please forgive me ill fix it tomorrow

Hero waved goodbye to his employee as he left the restaurant, smiling until he saw the man enter his car. He let out a long sigh and made his way back to his office. It was particularly cold out, and the wind coming inside from when the employee opened the door to leave annoyed him quite a bit. He ruffled through his hair. Why was he letting some wind annoy him?

To be fair, it had been quite the busy day. The restaurant was packed, to say the least- as expected on Saturday nights. Hero knew his food had a great reputation in Faraway. He liked that.

However, night had fallen and the restaurant had closed, meaning it was time for his other “lifestyle” to take it’s course. He finished his closing routine and swiftly left the building.

As expected from the wind earlier, it was particularly chilly today. Definitely staying inside tonight, Hero thought as he walked straight past his car and further down the empty city streets of Faraway. He couldn’t risk taking the car with him- no one could know where he was. Hero slipped into a nearby alleyway, beginning to weave through the various buildings until he found a door on the side of one that looked abandoned.

The door wasn’t particularly special in any way. But it was one Hero found himself at almost every night. There was a slot near the top that opened up when he knocked, revealing a pair of eyes that widened once they laid on him. The door was swiftly opened a moment later.

“Good evening, boss!” The girl who opened the door said with a twinge of nervousness in her voice that Hero picked up and attempted to remedy by sending a smile her way. She breathed a sigh of relief, and he made his way forward until he found another door. But this one belonged to him.

Hero swung it open and stepped inside, quickly closing the door behind him before setting his bag down. He took a look at the room he was in- his office. His “other” office.

Hero opened a closet in his office and flipped through the various articles of clothing until he found what he needed- a shiny, two-piece blue suit, with white stripes running across both pieces. It had been dry-cleaned and ironed to perfection, and the suit almost looked like it glowed. Only the best, Hero thought as he took the suit out of the closet and began changing out of his work clothes.

He loved the way the suit felt on him. It made him feel important. Respected. Powerful.

Rich.

For the finishing touch on his outfit, he opened a drawer in his desk and took out a pair of large, spiky, triangular sunglasses that were tinted so dark that you could use them as a mirror.

Sure, Hero was the boss of his restaurant, but it was in this outfit and in this time of day that he truly felt like one. Looking at his reflection in the mirror on his desk, he smirked upon seeing he looked as grand as ever.

Down here, no one knew of “Hero”. They only referred to him by one name:

Bossman.

Finally feeling comfortable, he yawned and sat down, only to let out a yelp when he saw someone standing where the door had been.

Hero quickly regained his composure to get a better look at who was in his office. It was a boy- he was definitely younger than Hero, at least 3 or 4 years as he looked fresh out of high school. He was wearing a black tank top and white shorts with black stripes, along with black socks that stopped just above his knees. His hair was pitch black and quite short, but his bangs were long and would cover his face if not for the cat mask he wore to conceal his identity. Hero had no idea who this was or how he got inside, but he knew it meant trouble. He quickly got up and slowly approached the boy.

“Answer quickly. Who are you and how did you get in here?” He snapped, putting his hand in his pocket and gripping a pocket knife he had stashed in there.

“My name is Omori,” the boy started, his voice quiet and monotone. His facial expression didn’t change from the blank one he had when Hero first saw him, even as he was slowly being approached. “I let myself in.”

Hero raised an eyebrow. Who did this guy think he was? Did he even know who Hero was? What he was capable of?

“And why are you here?” He asked, stopping in front of Omori.

“I want to work with you,” answered Omori plainly. Hero paused. Really? All this for a job offering? He snorted.

“Well, it’s admirable that you broke in here, I’ll give you that,” he said, crossing his arms. “But I don’t exactly offer paid positions right away, if you’re here looking to pay off your college debts. Plus…” Hero walked back to his desk and sat down.

“I have no idea who you are, you’ve just broken into my office, and most importantly, you haven’t given me good reason to hire you in the first place. I cant just go around putting nobodies on my team, eh? Why should I hire you?”

Omori was silent for a bit. Hero would never admit it, but he had no idea what he could be thinking about. The expression on his face was unreadable. But, after another moment of silence he finally spoke up.

“Because,” he said, slowly putting his hands up to his mask and beginning to remove it, much to Hero’s surprise. Finally, he could see who this guy was. Maybe it was-

No.

Hero’s eyes widened in fear as the mask fell to the floor with a clang. Standing in front of him was his long-time childhood friend, best friend of his little brother, and sibling to his dead girlfriend… Sunny Suzuki.

“…I know who you are, Hero.”

Hero began to sweat, which he hated doing in this suit. This was pretty bad. No one had figured out his true identity, and if word got out, his reputation of being one of the most kind-hearted and generous people in Faraway would be ruined. And he desperately needed that reputation. Not only that, but someone he was very close with was the one to find it out.

But wait. He wanted to work with him. Why would Sunny possibly want to work with him?

“Sunny?” He began, trying to regain his composure. “Sunny, you- you can’t be here. Let alone work here. You’re gonna go home, go to sleep, and forget everything you saw here. Got it?”

Sunny was silent again, which Hero disliked.

“No.” He said, after what seemed like another eternity. “I want to work with you.”

Hero frowned. “Sunny, you know what I do here, right?”

“Yes.”

“And, pray tell me, what exactly did you have in mind of doing with me?”

“Helping.”

Hero sighed. This wasn’t going anywhere, but he didn’t know if Sunny would leave. He seemed dead-set on this, for reasons he could not comprehend.

“Sunny, listen- what I do is very, VERY dangerous. And while this may seem hypocritical, I can’t in good heart let you come with me.”

“I can help. Watch,” Sunny replied, as if he didn’t hear a word Hero said. Hero opened his mouth to protest but was silenced when Sunny raised an arm and three, ghost-like red hands appeared from thin air and levitated upwards, mimicking Sunny’s arm. Hero’s eyes widened in surprise. So… Sunny had superpowers? And he never knew… he wondered if any of the others knew about it. Nevertheless, this changed everything.

“Sunny, my friend…” he said, the tone of his voice changing to that of a smooth businessman.

“Why didn’t you say so in the first place? Why, if I knew you had superpowers I’d have you on my team as soon as possible. Welcome aboard!” He exclaimed, getting up and walking over to Sunny. He stuck out a hand towards him, grinning like a maniac. Sunny stared at his hand for a second, and then took his hand and shook it, sealing the deal. Hero let go and took a step back.

“Now, those red hands you’ve got there look helpful… but can you fight?”

Sunny nodded. “I can demonstrate.” Hero laughed. “While I’d love to see that, I’d rather keep my henchmen healthy tonight. Saves loads of money on hospital bills… you know how it is. However…”

He went back to his desk, turning on his computer and quickly scrolling through something. When he found what he was looking for, he sent a smirk towards Sunny.

“I’ve got something I gotta do tomorrow night that will give you loads of people to practice on. Whaddya say?”

“Okay.”

Hero walked back towards him and slapped a hand on his back, letting out another hearty laugh.

“Then it’s a deal!”

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[zayalive]

*dated september 2023*

i am here to post more things individual to me! this time, it's my top 25 video games. i am honestly not remotely content with this list and will update it around september of this year, and make it a tradition going forward. i never realized how hard it actually is to put this out on a chart/list. i always knew what i held dearly to my heart, but god when it came down to it, i had to REALLY think. imagining how this list will look by the end of this year is currently challenging. this chart is in no order besides grouping series. certain games will ALWAYS be on this list, most definitely the red dead series, and grand theft auto series. those are masterpieces, or damn near. red dead redemption ii is 100% the best game i've ever touched. the first redemption game i still highly regard to be one to stand the test of time. i have a fondness for fallout, there are many things to love, and things to not love, and that's all i'll say there for now. grand theft auto iv has one of the best stories i've played, and it's so played out but the VIBE of that game, the darkness, grittiness, it's great. san andreas is one of my childhood games, i owned so many copies because i was a stupid child. moving onto guitar hero, i still remember my first experience with it at my sister's, i remember getting my first copy of the game from fred's of all places. i mainly play clone hero nowadays, and am mostly average. i play expert, still have never got past that ttfaf intro. i got into wwe pretty early on in my life like most of these games, being able to watch the show weekly and hop in the games after school was special. cozy survival crafting is definitely one of my favorite things ever, and it's funny to call terraria cozy but it is to me LOL. i will never EVER understand terraria hate, how can you hate something so good? i have fallen out of love with minecraft over the years to the (in my opinion) underwhelming updates and odd direction the game has taken. with that however, the new auto-crafter and trial chambers look so sick. i want to say i got into stardew valley in 2018 and have loved it ever since, still haven't gotten through the beginning of ginger island though, maybe someday. ever since extremely late 2017 or early 2018, my main game has been fortnite: battle royale. at one point, i wanted to go pro and make a living streaming, but sadly i am NOT built for that. i've always loved zombies, first experience was probably like season 2-3 twd, and been hooked ever since. project zomboid was such an insane experience in february of last year. such an eye-opener. easily the best zombie game ever made. 7 days to die is also a great game, the impending doom you feel every week is fun and refreshing from what i normally play while still have that survival crafting i love. i grew up on tony hawk games and wasn't sure which ones to put but these were the standouts, and i didn't want to load the list up with a ton from one series. i remember spending all my savings as a kid on saints row: the third and i still wonder if that was a good decision or not. i have played tons of call of duty in my day, although i stopped at ghosts, and have dabbled in and out ever since. black ops is easily my favorite, the campaign, and multiplayer, agh. zombies even. modern warfare 2 is a classic and one i cannot ignore. ghost looks cool. i have played HELLA sims 3 in my lifetime, yes i have played the sims 4 and i can confidently say the sims 3 clears with ease. i dumped crazy hours into the console ports and the pc as well. around this final stretch of the list is where i really struggled so i went for nostalgia with atv off-road fury 2. that series and mx vs atv were definitely a blast to 10 and below me, and might even be today. i'm not quite sure. if anyone actually finishes this, i am sorry, for i am the rambler.

#gaming #ps2 #xbox 360 #xbox one #pc games #top25