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randomtable · 1 year

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I've got a request for a random table - d20 fantasy body modifications (tattoos, piercings, etc.) for a character / NPC to have. I'm talking things like elf-ear piercings, horn caps, living tattoos... stuff like that!

1d20 Fantasy Body Modifications

“Fairy Ladder” Piercings - a set of three or more industrial piercings for Elves and other long-eared folks

Claw Enhancements - popular among folks without natural claws, and those who want to strengthen or emphasize their natural claws. Minor transmutations can be used to add claws, and to harden, sharpen, and even re-color or re-shape existing claws.

Tattoo Pets - living tattoos of animals that run and play around the bearer’s skin.

Tooth Alteration - folks with sharp teeth want blunt teeth, folks with blunt teeth want sharp teeth. The decision to have one’s teeth magically altered can be influenced by dietary choices, sexual preferences, medical needs, and aesthetics.

Horn Caps and Cuffs - made of precious metals, sometimes set with stones or connected by lengths of chain.

Portal Gauges - jewelry for stretched earlobe piercings which form a pair of teleportation portals. Passing tiny objects from one side of your head to the other is rarely more than a party trick, but is pretty cool.

Almanac Tattoos - calendars, moon phases, weather, etc, these magical tracking tattoos are popular among mages, farmers, and more.

Tail Tip Piercings, which are all the rage among folks with tails these days.

Horn/Tusk/Antler carvings - tattoo-like carvings on the horns, tusks, or antlers of those who have them. Patterns and images are usually carved in rings.

Gills of Amphibious Breathing - having a pair of gills on one’s neck is both visually striking and incredibly useful for long swims. The transmutation ritual for permanent gills is quite costly, so temporary gills are popular for beach days and pool parties.

Tattoo Gardens - the growth and blooming of these plant images can be attuned to anything from the bearer’s mood, to actual weather and natural surroundings.

Illuminated Hair - why stop at regular hair dye when you could have hair that literally glows in the dark? Illuminated hair potions are applied in a similar manner to regular hair dyes, with similar longevity and similar risks of staining the bathtub if you aren’t careful.

Mithril Earrings - Mithril jewelry doesn’t come cheap, but it is prized for its striking blue-silver appearance and for being lighter weight than most other metals but still extremely durable. It is especially popular for creating large dangly earrings that would otherwise be excessively heavy.

Warding Tattoos - protective sigils can be tattooed in magical inks to ward against just about anything, from general protection to shielding against highly specific curses. Their effectiveness depends both on the potency of the ink and the skill of the tattoo mage who applies them.

Tongue Ring of Tongues - a tongue piercing which grants the wearer the ability to speak any language.

Third Eye - generally cosmetic, although a cunning seer might be able to leverage their third eye for more credibility among less magically-inclined folks.

Warlock’s Brand - sometimes called a “mark of eternal servitude”, their appearance varies depending upon to whom the bearer has sold their soul. Anything goes, really, from always-smoldering singe marks to patches of skin replaced by iridescent crystal.

Hair Snakes - usually all of a person’s hair is polymorphed into snakes, though some might choose to keep most of their hair and only have one to three snakes.

Feather/Scale Patterning - a magical alternative to tattoos for birdfolk, half-dragons, and other feathered or scaled people. Each scale/feather in a chosen area is dyed to create an image or pattern.

Tattoos of Warning - any individual bearing one of these magical tattoos can send a signal to the others who bear an identical mark. The signal is typically a feeling such as warmth or tingling on the location of the tattoo. More complex versions are available that allow the bearers to establish multiple signals represented by different sensations.

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theworkshopmann · 1 year

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Spiritual Healer

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Class: Heavy/Soldier

Paintable: Yes

Accepted in Game: No

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commsroom · 5 months

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sorry if u answered this before but do you hc Eiffel as any particular race? I know him being white would probably match how he sees himself as the everyman. But on the other hand he gives me light skin vibes and I can't explain why. (Also no matter what he has long hair but curly haired Eiffel just speaks to me)

mm. i know you're just asking for my opinion, but that's a complicated question. and i am not the right person to be talking about this, so please take it with a grain of salt. one of the few legitimate criticisms i have of wolf 359 is that it's a show about personal identity, resisting dehumanization, and recognizing that other people navigate the world in different ways, but it tries to be raceblind. which. it can't. particularly when something like minkowski's identity as a polish immigrant is addressed.

i think one of the reasons that wolf 359 characters feel as real as they do is how collaborative the character development process was; they are really roles that are shaped by and belong to those actors. lovelace is played by a black actress, cecilia lynn-jacobs's input determined a lot of things about her, and the audience reaction to lovelace getting shot near the end of s3 was the way it was because there was an understanding of her as a black woman. whether she was initially written to be black is kind of irrelevant in that case, i think - she still is, and she resonates with people that way.

but every other main character in wolf 359 is played by, and similarly influenced by, a white person. and that's a problem. no matter how you approach it, wolf 359 is not a diverse show: if they were written as non-white, then being played by white people would be a problem. raceblindness also enforces a default assumption of whiteness. i think if eiffel wasn't meant to be read as white, then there are aspects of his character arc, his assumption of himself as the "default" person and general ignorance of how it feels to be "other", that probably could've been explored from a different angle.

i know people who see him as white because of that, and i know people who see him as another race because of how they connect with him as a character. and i can understand both perspectives on that, but i don't think there's a right way to approach it. i think the show unfortunately, in this one specific way, kind of dug its own grave. gabriel urbina has said however you see these characters, that's correct, and i can agree with the sentiment, but it's also mired in a lot of difficult context, because these are specific people, and these things should matter to them. it can't be interchangeable, and so it can't be that ambiguous. it could be handled a lot better. and based on his more recent work + politics, i wonder if he would've approached it differently, if he had all the information then.

about how i see eiffel: i've said many times before that i see him as a man who could be reasonably played by zach valenti, so the eiffel in my head is white. the eiffel in the art i commission, or the art where i'm like "oh!! eiffel!!" is not necessarily. the second most eiffel-like guy i can think of, who i also use as a reference sometimes, is iranian. but for me to say that eiffel was iranian is not really a claim i think it would be right for me to make, and i think it is probably not true.

the main features that i think eiffel must have are dark, wavy/curly hair, prominent nose, noticeable body hair, generally expressive. he absolutely cannot be light haired, clean shaven, or pale. and from a general standpoint, like... a wide variety of men could meet those qualifications. i don't want to reinforce an assumption of whiteness, but i'm also extremely wary about treating race as functionally cosmetic, since. again. it can't be. no show is removed from real life social contexts, and wolf 359 is about a lot of very real things.

i think if you do interpret eiffel as specifically a cis, able-bodied white guy, there's something very real and very unfortunate about the fact he initially ignores lovelace and hera, two marginalized women, and seeks reassurance from minkowski that they were overreacting. he listens eventually, but the person who gets through to him is presumably the Next Most Visibly Privileged Person, and that's... hm.

#genuinely i don't know. sorry you got an essay about it when you were just asking my opinion #i'm completely with you re: curly haired eiffel and i think however you personally see him like #if you connect with him in that way. i don't think that's something that needs justification.#like representation is such a complicated topic from the perspective of individual interpretation #i just. lovelace is black and that can't be said of any other wolf character in the same way and i'm not really sure #what the right approach is. or if there is one. obviously i am open to thoughts + perspectives on this. i'm not the right person for it #it's just something i wonder about a lot.#asks

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silvyysthings · 9 months

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Could you explain to me please why everyone hates Kylie so much? I don't know anything about her, nor about her family. Has she done something bad in the past? Is she a bad person? From what I read, I only found out that she is a successful and rich woman, she has two children and she is only 26 years old. Oh, and she has almost 400 million Instagram followers. What's wrong with her? And I also didn't understand why Anon wrote that you can't go to Hawaii if there are fires there. Thousands of people are on vacation in Hawaii now, thousands of people live and work there, and fires are terrible, of course, but what's wrong with her vacationing, spending money, respectively, supporting the economy of the islands? These are sincere questions. I really can't figure it out.

Jason Momoa explained better than me why...

For kylie :honestly I don't hate her, if you look at my blog. In reality I 've never been interested on that family so I'm definitely not the right person for this ask because I know nothing. Before all this story I didn't know her or her family,they aren't the kind of people I' m interested in, I was only interested in Travis' music. I don't have a good opinion of them overall aesthetically due to the amount of cosmetic surgery that has completely defaced their real faces and physical forms but that's their business.

#anon ask

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wri0thesley · 11 months

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Jo!!!!!! That is literally The dress ever on u!!!!!! also red lipstick looks so good on u that’s completely unrelated to the dress it iust suits u so well (apple sob emoji that i cant currently use bc it Breaks my Evil Phone)

it is so cute when u guys call me jo but i am also like that is my mum’s name…. pls….

waaa thank u so much anon!! there is nothing like a red lipstick for me to feel my real fifties starlet them fatale fantasy!!! (that one is riot grrl by ve cosmetics! I own a lot of red lipsticks but i am also a THEY ARE ALL DIFFERENT kinda guy!!!)

#nat.txt #smooching u (leaving a lipstick kissie on ur forehead)

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twinnedpeaks · 4 months

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do u have any eyeshadow palette recommendations

sure thing!! if you want something with a fuckton of pigment, use NYX cosmetics and makeup revolution! i especially love the revolution colour book palette, i use that shit for everything. also VE Cosmetics make some seriously cool palettes, but they might be hard to find (i got mine on attitude eu). also urban decay have some sick palettes, but they're more on the pricy side. morphe has the biggest selection, and the shades are really nice <3

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eruden-writes · 2 years

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Desperation’s Summit - Part 5 (Rakash x Cordelia)

What happens when a rich human woman gets kidnapped by a troll in the mountains? The troll claims it was an accident, but is that really true?

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Once she stepped foot into what had once been her quarters while traveling, Cordelia breathed a sigh of relief. Other than a few obviously valuable baubles, nothing genuinely important appeared missing. As she ventured further inside, the wagon shifted as Rakash followed behind. It brought brief flashes of last night to her mind, the triumph over Jai quickly followed by terror as Rakash had so easily dragged her off into the night. Cordelia shook the thought from her head as she bustled about her room.

“I”ve been traveling quite a lot and there’s a few things I desperately want back at your hovel.” Cordelia spoke breezily as she flipped her cot. Underneath it, a trap door sat.

“My hovel?” A growl lodged in Rakash’s throat as he watched the woman open the door on the floor. The insult of his home had him completely miss her other assertion.

Curiously, she leaned down into the hole and grasped onto something, grunting as she tugged out a moderately sized trunk. Why this woman had so many traveling cases, Rakash had no clue. It was wasteful and ridiculous.

Cordelia shoved the trunk to a clear spot on the floor, brain already churning with what she wanted to include as she flipped the lid open. As she turned to Rakash, she exasperatedly sighed, “Your rustic cabin. Is that better?”

“You are not returning to my home,” he snarled as the woman began throwing things into the now open trunk. Books, baubles, things from other trunks, clothes, and more. He couldn’t even begin to understand what Cordelia was doing. In fact, he didn’t want to know.

At this point, he should just leave. Cordelia had been returned to her caravan and that was it. There was nothing else for him here. And yet Rakash couldn’t turn, couldn’t leave. He continued to stand there, hunched in that wagon, watching Cordelia.

“Aren’t I?” Cordelia looked up from where she had been shoveling clothes from one trunk into her targeted trunk. “You won’t take me down the mountain and I can’t go alone. Winter freeze - which makes the pass ironically impassable - is fast approaching, as well.”

She had certainly thought long and hard about the possibilities last night, between feeding the trollings and sleep. Staying with Rakash, offering to help him, was the only option her pitiful bleeding heart could accept. As much as it aggravated her sensible side. “The only decent option left is to stay with you and help you with your little monsters.”

At that, Rakash let out a sharp, mean laugh. “I don’t need your help with my children.”

“Oh, yes, fathers who are getting plenty of sleep tend to kidnap women. How could I forget?” Her titter came out sweet and edged, like a sugar-coated blade, as she skirted to yet another chest. From this one, she withdrew small boxes of cosmetics and toiletries, depositing them into her first crate.

The glare Rakash unleashed on Cordelia could have stifled even the strongest of warriors. However, Cordelia paid it no mind. She was too busy relocating everything into her special trunk.

“I’ve put quite a bit of thought into it and, honestly, this helps you tremendously,” she explained after Rakash offered nothing further but heated silence. She didn’t look at him while she continued to unload books and clothes and jewelry and souvenirs. “I’ll stick around and be your live-in nanny until the spring thaw. Your kids are just going to get bigger, which means bigger appetites, right? Bottles won’t sustain them forever.”

She had a point, Rakash hated to admit it. The triplets were just going to keep getting bigger and needing more supervision. He chewed on his bottom lip as he considered the cavernous tunnels connected to his cabin. There were areas that would pose danger to his children. The bathing area, the active magma runoff, the sheer drops. Not to mention the areas he was actively working on, creating actual rooms for the three. Cribs would not be comfortable forever.

He was so angrily thinking about her points, he didn’t even notice when Cordelia sidled up to him.

“Think about it,” Cordelia crooned, almost reaching out to touch Rakash’s arm until the troll shot a livid glare at her. She let her hand drop, but her smile only broadened. “Someone to watch the little cretins when you need a break or need to go do something. Divvying up chores. A full night of sleep.”

It was the last option that made Rakash’s shoulders sag and Cordelia couldn’t stop her smile growing. Of course, it was the prospect of sleep. After all, deprivation of sweet slumber was what got him into this predicament in the first place.

“Fine,” Rakash growled, the word coming out grudgingly. He sharply pointed at Cordelia, warning painting his tone, “But if you piss me off, it’s out into the mountains.”

“I’m sure,” scoffed Cordelia with a roll of her eyes as she turned away from him. She had only known the troll for such a short period of time, but she doubted he’d actually make good on the promise. If her instincts were correct, he was too big of a softie. Or perhaps too tied to what his wife would have wanted of him, in such a situation. Regardless, Cordelia didn’t feel the least bit threatened.

Perhaps she should, though. Even as she continued to dart around the wagon, retrieving anything and everything that might prove useful, she could feel Rakash’s uncertain - and irritated - gaze on her. As amused as she was with his perpetual dourness, Cordelia wondered if it’d ever get old. Or would it lead to other heated problems?

As she happened upon a particular box of goods in one of the many other crates, a thought struck Cordelia. Heat licked up her spine at the sudden thought, but she hid it well. As her thumb grazed the edge of the box, she cleared her throat, “Though, while we’re away from impressionable ears, we should probably establish something else.”

From his now seated position by the door, Rakash muttered, “And that would be?”

“I’m an adult woman with a healthy appetite, as it were,” she hedged, not looking to Rakash as she spoke. “And you are obviously no blushing virgin yourself.”

Cordelia let the words hang in the air for a moment, while Rakash waited for her to elucidate. But the longer the silence lasted, the more her face flamed. Godsdamn it, would she have to spell it out?

He wouldn’t need further clarification, though. Understanding struck him suddenly, his eyes widening and tail flicking at the thought. She couldn’t possibly mean fucking. Not the two of them. Not after all of her insults and snide remarks. It made something crawl over his skin.

But as Cordelia glanced to him, her own face flushed and a strangely demure expression on her cheeks, Rakash knew that was exactly what she was suggestion.

Heat clawed across his face, the shade of his dark blue skin deepening to a purple. “Absolutely fucking not.”

Relief fluttered through Cordelia, but disappointment - as faint as it was - also panged through her chest. With a careless shrug, she turned back to packing. “Alright, I figured I’d breach the subject in ca-”

A yelp tore from Cordelia’s lips as she felt herself dragged backward by the scruff of her coat. Her back thumped against one of the clearer walls in the wagon. Not hard enough to knock the wind from her lungs, but enough to assert the troll’s strength. Once more, heat churned through Cordelia, her eyes snapping to Rakash’s face.

Rakash didn’t even know what he was doing, until he had the woman boxed against a wall. He stooped over her, both of his forearms braced on the wall behind her. To her credit, Cordelia didn’t cow. She just glared up at him, her chest rising and falling with hitched breaths. He knew it wasn’t fear rising her pulse - there was a telltale heady scent in the air - but he tried not to focus on that.

“Let’s get something straight,” Rakash hissed, looming over Cordelia. One of his massive hands pulled away from the wall, prodding the woman square in the chest. Her eyes never left his face, and he wasn’t sure if it infuriated him more or not. Gathering up as much disgust as his tone could manage, knowing it directed more at his own weakness than anything else, Rakash snarled, “I will never shove my cock into your slimy human slit.”

“Well, it’s happened before. Wasn’t your wife human?” Painful warmth snapped along Cordelia’s cheeks and the heat in her glare intensified. She didn’t want to focus on why his words stung, even if it was only a little. Shrugging her shoulders, she gave a theatrical huff, “It doesn’t matter in any case. I have toys.”

That made Rakash’s brain sputter. “Toys?”

“Yes, the sexually satisfying sort.” Much the same as he’d done to her earlier, Cordelia jabbed a finger into the hard rock of Rakash’s chest. She tried not to focus on that as a vicious smile tilted at her lips, “Since that concept seems to elude you.”

At Cordelia’s touch, Rakash’s eyes dropped to where her finger met his chest. Briefly, he thought she was daring to compare herself to his wife, his happiness. More guttural now, his tone dipped even further. “Are you insinuating I don’t know about satisfaction?”

“More like you don’t know how to satisfy others,” Cordelia corrected, as she turned from him and ducked under one of his arms. She wandered back to the job at hand, back to the troll. “Can’t imagine your poor late wife getting anything worthwhile, with your attitude.”

Pushing away from the wall and turning to watch her, Rakash barely stifled his growl. His fists clenched to his sides, on the verge of detailing every little last depraved, wonderful, gratifying thing he did to his wife. But the sensible part of him knew that wouldn’t shut Cordelia up. It would only serve to alleviate his own pride.

“I’m just calling it as I see it,” Cordelia continued, pretending to be oblivious to Rakash’s mood. But even she could feel the prickle in the air, the heat rising. Anticipation crept along her own skin, her senses hyper-aware of Rakash. It was a dangerous balance. One she should attempt to correct.

“Since you have no interest in me, it shouldn’t matter to you what opinion I hold of your performance abilities. Correct?” With a lazy grin and hooded eyes, she tilted her face to the troll. Her stomach lurched, catching on the simmering heat in his purple eyes. A purple that nearly matched the deepening color of his cheeks.

Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea for her to poke at him, as much as she had.

For the span of a few breaths, Rakash simply glowered at Cordelia. Conflicting thoughts tangled in his head as he sought a retort. But what she said was true. If he didn’t care about her opinion of him and his capabilities, it shouldn’t bother him what she thought.

But it did. Rakash didn’t want to think about why it did.

In an attempt to deflate the situation, Cordelia had returned to rifling about. After scouring about for the last bit of anything - books, valuables, clothes - that she thought would be helpful, she finally clapped. “Alright, I think that’s everything!”

Cordelia snapped the lid to the crate shut, spinning three dials that presumably acted as some sort of magical-mechanical lock.

“Wait,” Rakash’s eyebrows lowered, forcing his brain to focus on something awry with the situation, instead of the strangely heated exchange from earlier. Finally, the oddity registered. “How did you fit all that in there?”

The trunk Cordelia had been placing everything into was the same size as the others that lined her walls. He narrowed his eyes, mind trying to understand how she had placed so much in something so relatively small. She shouldn’t have even been able to strap the lid shut.

“Oh, one of the perks of being rich,” Cordelia replied, excessively cheerful to change the subject. She patted the lid of the crate, a hollow thunk sounding in reply. “This is a magical trunk, capable of storing anything and everything in an easy to haul package. Extremely costly.”

Rakash’s nose wrinkled, his lip curling up with the knowledge he’d be the one hauling the damned thing for the damned woman. “If that is heavy as shit, you’ll have to repack.”

“Did you not hear me say easy to haul? The magic affects the weight, as well.” Cordelia scoffed, rolling her eyes though a smile still curved at her lips. She quite liked how convenient magic made travel. Of course, she didn’t advertise just how much she utilized enchanted items. After all, being able to hire some burly assistants to move all of her other trunks had its benefits.

Of course, she was down to one burly helper, now. Rakash. And flirting shamelessly with the troll was not a good idea. Still, she couldn’t help taunting him. Leaning over the trunk, ignoring how the lid more noticeably pushed her breasts up and forward, Cordelia chuckled, “No worries, you won’t throw out your old-man back. Isn’t that wonderful?”

“I am not old.” It was the only retort Rakash could manage to bite out, while fighting the distracting position Cordelia had placed herself in.

What in the ever loving heavens was wrong with him?

“Mhmn, noted. Must be the parenting making you haggard.” The words came out with such ease as Cordelia pushed herself to her feet. Internally, she smirked as Rakash’s frown deepened. On the outside, she traipsed to the door of the wagon, half-turning to address the troll once more. “Do you think we have time to see if there’s any rations left? Just trying to plan ahead.”

Still struggling with remnants of the previously flush-inducing discussion, Rakash’s brain was clinging to pessimism. “If there is, how will we haul it?”

Now Cordelia sighed with exasperation. Indicating the trunk she had previously gushed over, she said slowly, “Magic. Trunk.”

“Right,” mumbled the troll, casting a dubious look at the alleged enchanted crate. “Fine, let’s go look.”

“Good choice,” Cordelia replied, her grin growing as she tilted her head. Her smile twitched a little wider, seeing Rakash tense and prepare for the inevitable question, “Be a dear and get my luggage?”

Defeated, the troll sighed and approached the offensive box. “Do I have a choice?”

Once more, Cordelia clapped as Rakash heaved the trunk into his arms. Her overly cheerful, condescending words almost had him launching her luggage through the door in agitation, “You’re learning!”

Instead of flinging her precious cargo through the door, he issued a warning growl at the woman. To which Cordelia simply ignored, very vocally pondering just where that darn kitchen cart got parked. Miserably, Rakash followed her out the door and into the snow.

He was thankful, however, that Cordelia’s claims appeared to be true. The trunk weighed near nothing in his arms.

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