Hi i absolutely love your work. I check daily for updates and i come here to see more of how you build your world. But anyway, is it okay if i make it a legit physical book? Like with binding and a fancy hardcover? Im not planning on reselling it or anything i just want to see it on my bookshelf and get your permission
Of course?!!?!
I'm legitimately just in shock right now. Like, I know there are people in this fandom who do bookbinding as a hobby, I'm just...shocked that you want to do it for mine. Pleasantly shocked, don't get me wrong. It's just...yeah, wow. I'm legitimately honored.
If you feel comfortable coming off anon, I would love to see the end result! I'm assuming you're just talking about doth, at least for now, considering book 2 isn't completed. (and would be a very, very thick book) If you're planning on using any of the fanart for coverart or anything, I didn't draw any of it so just be sure to message the artists and make sure they're cool with it. (I'm sure they would be, but just a courtesy)
Thank you so much, you're my favorite person of the day.
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Prompt 102
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. In for ten seconds, out for eight. Alright. Okay. “Let me get this straight,” he didn’t motion to the three teens- or not teens even if two apparently looked like they were- but it was a close thing. “You-”
Phantom perked up, white hair flickering with what he was pretty sure were stars as they turned away from the window looking out into space. “-are two years old.” The fae-esque being who looked more like a fourteen year old gave a half-distracted nod. Which, for a toddler, they were paying attention pretty well.
“You-” Klarion looked up from where he was fiddling with the cuffs that had been on him, cat sprawled on his shoulder now that it was out of the carrier. “-are six?” Another distracted nod, the apparently-child seemingly enamored with the sounds the cuffs made when they clinked together.
“And you-” He turned towards Marvel, who shrank back before seemingly steeling themself. “-are in fact ten.” The… well they had thought demigod but apparently all three were some sort of realms-being, which had apparently made Constantine pale and start cursing before stomping out of the Watchtower. Another nod and shaky thumbs up.
Alright. Okay. They had in fact let a ten-year old join the league, which wouldn’t have been so bad if they had known. Especially the fact that apparently Marvel was only half-human, which suddenly explained so much about how he didn’t know so many things about a human life. Which-
“You,” he turned towards Phantom again to make sure he was listening before returning his attention to Marvel. “And you have both lived at least a year in the human realm with human companions, but your-” He turned his gaze towards the ravenette in the center. The six year old apparently. “-experience with the human realm is literally just with the Light.”
Yet another distracted nod. Okay. Bruce was tempted to scream in a room for the entire situation that had cropped up from the single action of taking Klarion’s familiar and then the boy himself into custody. Then again, it was honestly a much better thing they had apparently caught this.
“Alright,” he sighed, suddenly feeling incredibly exhausted. “To make sure I have all of this correct-” Because it was already a shitshow and the amount of shouting had absolutely spooked the child. To the point he’d- according to Marvel- made what was apparently some sort of very distressed noise that had made both him and Phantom running. Or rather flying and portaling.
“-in the realms, people there make friends through fighting,” Bruce pauses to make sure he got that part correct. The origin of this entire misunderstanding with the chaos-lord. Lordling?
All three nodded, Klarion losing interest in the cuffs and starting to pet his cat. Familiar. Everyone had referred to it as a familiar and Marvel had appeared utterly horrified that they had taken said familiar away. Somehow he was the one the trio were currently trusting and weren’t doing the same towards any of the other league members.
“And you have been trying to make friends with the Jr team, which they have been taking as an attack due to this miscommunication.” Honestly they should have gotten more information, though he couldn’t exactly blame any of the teens, what with everything they were currently dealing with.
“... is there any sort of guardian or something you might have, that can be contacted? Or anyone that could help prevent a situation like this from happening again?” All three avoided his eyes, suddenly finding things like the table and walls very interesting.
Oh. Hm. This could be a problem.
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this is a totally personalized statement from me, but BG3 really did release at a perfect time for people in their late 20s and up (30 for me). the reason WHY all the characters are relatively attractive is because they look around my age or older. if I was a teen still and it had teen characters, I'd probably feel the same, but it's rare to have such a diverse cast with unique faces and wrinkles that isn't all muddied together, like "vaguely looks young adult". hell, I've had forehead wrinkles since I was a baby when I raised or lowered my brows, and I do not recall the last time a woman in a game HAD THAT (from what I've played)
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Okay, so Chan is being a brat on Bubble rn, pretending that we wanna break up with him. (Who's really the delulu one here?) But my imagination is running WILD, so hear me out..
[Hard Thought - MDNI]
What if he's just beaming at his phone right now. Watching us freak out and beg him not to break up with us. Saying that it isn't what we want and asking him not to leave. It's just what he wanted, just what he was craving.
What if he's scrolling through the responses, laughing out loud at the ones that he's especially pleased with. It's almost humiliating how some of us beg and plead for him. Sure, it's playful, but what if it wasn't? That thought drives him wild.
What if he's getting hard while reading all of our comments. Imagining what we'd look like if he were standing in front of us. The look on our face as we process what he's saying while he knows damn well that he's just messing with us.
Just the thought of some of us dropping what we were doing to click on his chat notification gets him hot as he watches the replies flood in.
What were you doing before this?
Are you smiling? Frowning? Laughing?
What are you wearing?
When did his hand get down his pants?
Why does the thought of a pretty girl playing along to his dramatics make him rock hard?
What would you do to change his mind? What would you say?
"You don't wanna break up..? How're ya gonna change my mind?"
"You'd never actually go and meet someone else, would you, baby? Show me how much you love me."
The longer he keeps the dramatics up, the more content he has to stroke himself to later. He can't help himself.
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