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slocumjoe · 1 year

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You ever see someone mod the appearance of an NPC/companion and have to go "no, really, who the fuck is this supposed to be, and don't lie this time"

#just saw a mod beautifying garvey #and uhhhh

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just-a-girl-with-a-pistol · 3 months

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I played a thing.....

#lies of p #LoP #pinocchio #uhhh yeah he existeth now #i like the game #my first ever soulslike :>#so far im having fun #although i am noticing moments where my auditory processing issues get in the way #but thats not the fault of the devs #will be back to your regurally scheduled rainworld and Lor posting soon don't worry #just cool game so wanted to do something #also poopet guts :>#ok so im gonna dip study and draw #have fun #go drink some tea you deserve it #and uhhhh #yeah!#have a good one

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kaijuno · 6 months

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#y’all I feel so bad for will #like I’m not ah fuck at this point yes I am an expert #in abusive relationships #and uhhhh #she seems abusive #not physically but she seems manipulative #like emotionally manipulative #anyway I’m ripped on pot boys #goodnight

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lale-txt · 6 months

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me, picking up the phone when my partner calls me: "hey uhh can i call you back in a bit? i'm in the middle of something right now" her: "did your anime man do something again??" me: "yeah..."

#it's jjk thursday of course my anime man did something again #and uhhhh #uhhh huhhh #[redacted]#i wanted to write but my brain is wii music now #lale.txt

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squigglywindy · 11 months

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What is up my dudes I’m shopping for my new apartment what’s some random crap that y’all think would be cool in a bedroom for an overall cozy vibe

#I have plants and lil lights #and of course a giant zelda blanket #and a freakin canopy bed I’m living my childhood dream #and uhhhh #furniture

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spoonmoment119 · 1 year

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Do we have the children of the divorce?

#the cleo/martyn kid is rodney #and the pearl/scott kid doesnt have a name #yet #so uhhhh #ignore how rodney just looks like a zombified martyn #it was one of the first designs i made and i got too attached to change it #and uhhhh #yea thats about it #spoon responds #spoon doodles #creecher babies

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daphne-minor · 9 months

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what

#the elite #and uhhhh #jeff jarrett #jay lethal #satnam singh #for some reason

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hallothere · 7 months

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well I anticipate you getting some angsty ones, so for the wellbeing of our guys I'm just gonna sliiiiide 34 (Trust/Comfort/Safety) in here. heck why not a 79 (hugs) and 57 (rescue) while we're at it

T-T-T-TRIPLE COMBOOOOO (34, 79, 57)

(technically in compliance. this one is a little violent and near-death-y with a side of made-up Ranger surgery so. be warnéd)

Baugarch was dead, to begin with.

The warg-father, minion of sorcerers, and fell-guardian of the Blackwolds was finished.

And so was Ningeryn, daughter of Nirondil, Ranger of the Dunedain. She lay under the corpse, still holding one sword in her hand as it pierced the heart of her enemy. The other was lodged in the beast's back. Not enough to have killed it the first time.

It hurt too much to cry properly so she let the tears stream down her face. Her first assignment... and her last. At least she'd done it. At least she'd found the warg, even if she didn't have enough time to track it to its den, or warn Andreg. She was supposed to get backup before she faced the beast in combat. She hadn't had enough time.

The warg was now too heavy to lift. She tried, but she was well and fully pinned. She'd scared birds in the otherwise silent Chetwood when she cried out. It wasn't how she wanted to die, in the silent, empty forest. Alone. She tried to put a brave face on it. At least she'd done a good turn for the people of Combe, Archet, and the surrounding towns. Farmers wouldn't get eaten. Woodsmen neither.

And she'd put down the sorcerer's beast. The minion of the one that took Amdir from them. And Mundol and Toradan. And Reniolind... Reniolind had been her friend, and they'd ensorceled Amdir until he'd been stolen from them completely. Until he couldn't see friend and foe.

The tears came faster now that she thought of her friend. She'd die not far from him, maybe have her name etched next to his. But she'd wanted to live. She'd wanted to avenge him as she could, and keep the lands they'd promised to watch over safe. But she'd lashed out too hotly. Swung her swords with no thought of defense, only destroying the warg that represented everything horrible in Breeland.

Everything became dimmer for a bit. She wasn't sure how much later it had been when a horse whinnied in protest. Boots crunched in the leaf litter and then Baugarch's corpse lurched on top of her. She cried out again. The dead warg rolled into the grass and a blurry face filled up her vision.

"Ningeryn! Hang on. Hang on..." It was Andreg! He'd made it... She never thought anyone would. "You had to go and challenge the beast yourself..."

But the rescue had come too late. She squeezed his arm once and all went dark.

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Ningeryn woke up screaming. She hadn't meant to, but the warg was clawing her again and that had already killed her once. She didn't want to do it again.

"Help her, Amlan!"

But that was Saeradan, and Saeradan would rather die than let her get torn to shreds. Well, if he could help it. And if Amlan was there too, they would be more than a match for some scruffy warg of Angmar.

On instinct she pressed her shoulders and head into the surface she was laying on. Wood. A floor maybe. There were hands on her arms, and she could feel them wavering as if they were actively afraid they'd hurt her. Someone was laying across her legs with equal hesitation. Saeradan needed her not to kick and roll. She would do it- anything- for him.

Ningeryn reached out for a hand and found one quickly. Heedless of the fact that there were bones under the skin, she squeezed it for all she was worth.

"Ningeryn?" It was Amlan this time. Sounding pained. Likely, his were the bones being reduced to dust. "Can you hear me?"

She nodded. It was all the motion she could stand, rigid and tensed against the pain as she was.

"Can you drink something? Saeradan can't stop now, you've lost too much blood. You were asleep before, but now--"

Now she knew. They were trying to save her. Ningeryn had fought to be here, in Bree, in the ranks of the Rangers. She would fight, but not fight Amlan and Saeradan and Andreg. That warg wouldn't kill her twice.

She managed to nod again, and to swallow something sweet and heavy. It went down bitterly, but it stayed down. Saeradan was muttering something soothing as he went to apply a different salve over what she presumed was a section he'd already sewn. Or, just maybe hot lava, as something like liquid flame touched an open cut and she screamed again.

She held Amlan's hand until it went dark once more.

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Next she awoke, she was in the middle of drinking something freezing. She sputtered and that lit a fire in her torso. It was dulled, red embers maybe, but it was still there and it still hurt. The drink had been moved and someone was drying her face with a towel.

"You're safe. You're in Saeradan's house. It's me, Andreg, and you've been asleep for almost a day. Nestadam is on her way from Nen Harn, and she'll be here soon."

Ningeryn didn't respond as gently and eloquently. "Whahappen?" Her mouth felt dry- probably the reason for the offered drink- and she felt like her head was wrapped in wool.

"Do you remember anything? What was the last thing we talked about?"

She wanted to curse his protocol and his probing questions. But, she was still leaned up against him where he'd helped her to drink and she was very comfortable. One arm hugged supportively around her shoulders, the other lost to the void or possibly still holding the towel. Ningeryn was unfortunately familiar with being nursemaided, but it was still a safe feeling. A good feeling.

"I killed it," she said at last, "I killed that warg."

Andreg sighed. "Without backup. What possessed you--"

"Don't rile her up, Andreg." That was Saeradan. All gentle admonishment. "You think she hasn't learned her lesson?"

The hand she could feel tightened around her shoulder. "No, of course not." Not a true retort. Andreg was uncommonly quiet. But she was sure about why now, as she was coming out of the fog. He'd even warned her about it before she left. He couldn't lose another of them so soon. Not after Reniolind.

"I'm fine." Ningeryn said. If she sounded sure enough she might convince them both. "I'm tired, and it does hurt a little, but I'm fine."

"No you're not."

Aha. Two voices in tandem. Ningeryn let herself smile. Oh she was fine now, and she was sure they'd make certain of it.

#ask games #fic tag #writing tag #ningeryn #saga of a babyranger #saeradan #amlan #andreg #o o p s did i make her backstory angstier with andreg in it #and uhhhh #hmm well i didin't mean to torture her this much #but it sure makes sense about why she latches onto bronagir #'hello brother i will fight and die for you'#oops #i really didn't mean for her to have the Tragicer TM backstory but---

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boss-the-goofball · 1 year

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uhhhhh

I might get killed by Barid.

Again.

#quiet boss #new au #and uhhhh #i just realized that things might not end well for eri.....#like i legitimately forgot #until pop pointed it out

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