#bad RAW

[fiftheditionflipkicks]

Quick one today, this is already pretty well known, but: the vast majority of damage spells can't target objects. They just say 'choose one creature within range' or 'each creature in [X] area' or 'every creature'. Every single time.

Faced with a wooden simple door, RAW you can't Eldritch Blast it down, or dissolve it with Acid Splash; Chromatic Orb bounces off it, Guiding Bolt fails to make a mark, not even Erupting Earth can do anything. Burning Hands and Fireball both specify that they 'ignite... flammable objects in the area that aren't being worn or carried', but given that the latter is 8d6 fire damage you might feel a little cheated at a simple ignition.

An incomplete list of spells that do explicitly allow targeting of objects are: Fire Bolt, Shatter, Scorching Ray, Disintegrate, Fire Storm.

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#d&d 5e #dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #bad raw #fun facts #spells

[yeyinde]

Outlaw!Price, the enigmatic leader of the notorious and deadly 141 gang, who stumbles upon you one evening near the stables (attempting to steal the mare he had his eyes on, no less) as you try to sneak out of the city (and away from the awful, awful man you're supposed to be married to in the morning), and decides to help you get away.

But if you think it's altruism that's making him lend a helping hand to a stranger, you're wrong. In this life, he knows it's kill or be killed.

And most importantly:

finders keepers.

“How's this,” he begins, and everything inside of you screams to run. “I'll accompany you across the desert. Get you somewhere safe.” 

“Out of the goodness of your heart, I'm sure,” you sneer, edging backwards. “As if I'm dumb enough to believe that.”

“Can't leave a maiden—” your scathing hiss makes his lips twitch beneath the thick moustache; “—all on her own like that. I know these parts like the back of my hand. No harm will come to you. That, you have my word for.”

“And what's that worth?” 

He dips his chin. “Far more than you could imagine, love.” 

You swallow. “I don't know. I don't trust you—”

“Smart,” he nods, drops the cigar on the ground before snuffing the end out with the heel of his boot. “But I ain't very patient. Better make up your mind quickly.”

“Well, in that case—”

“But," he cuts your scoff off with a low hum. "I'll put it this way for you: do you want me to be the one to accompany you across the desert or the one they'll pay, handsomely, tomorrow morning to drag you back home, mm?”

“You scoundrel—! You dirty, rotten—”

“It's business, love.”

“I don't have any money to even pay you to—”

His eyes are searing when they catch on the threads of your lace collar, razing over exposed skin like he's owed the privilege. You've never seen such hunger on a man's face before.

Your skin prickles. Heart sinking low with each rasping sweep of his eyes across your body. It's as if you're meat. Something to be bartered with. Bargained.

The rasp in his voice makes you shiver. “You're a smart girl. I'm sure you can figure something out.”

“I—”

“I'll leave it to you, then, mm?” He starts forward, then, chin ducking low into his collar to stare down at you through the wide brim of his hat. Each thud of his boots echo against the floor in haunting harmony with the metal clink of his spurs. 

More of his bulk is revealed as he steps out from the shadows and into the pale moonlight, and somewhere in your chest, the air becomes trapped. 

He's huge. Bigger, now, where most of him blended in, almost seamlessly, into the shadows. A massive mountain of a man. 

His shoulders seem to stretch the fabric of his vest and waistcoat taut, pulling sharply on the straining threads. The heavy brown of his jacket sweeps down to midthigh, the seam tucked behind the leather holster of his gun tied tight at his waist. The brass buttons of his dress shirt crease against the pull of his broad chest and barrelled stomach. The softness around his midsection speaks almost highly of a luxurious lifestyle—pure hedonism. The sort ladies back home whisper about. Violence, women, and booze—ruffians, the lot of them! But it seems to belie the power in his gait. In the flex of his thick, corded thighs bunching in the tightness of his denim trousers and the leather caps covering them.

He has the walk of a bear. Lumbering, sloven. A touch clumsy. 

And yet—

The softness about him hides the raw strength under the thick pelt. Deadly. The slow, meandering trawl of a man who knows, unequivocally, that he needn’t run or rush anywhere. 

It lodges somewhere inside of you. This knowledge, this fact. He'll outpace you in spades. Catch up no matter where you flee to. 

Your stomach folds, looping over itself. It's nausea, maybe. And something else—

He's so big. Burly. Thickened like the strong trucks of ponderosa pine. A man cut from the wilderness; made in the likeness of the savagery of the wild. The brutality of the desert, of mother nature herself. Kin to the affinity this land seems to have in taking every ounce of a man and leaving him bereft in the face of the looming unknowns in the vast desert.

None of the men you've ever met before look like him. Grizzled. Hardened.

His scarred, tanned skin speaks of a life living outdoors. On a horse, on the run—hard work made with his bare hands. You think the softness, the callous-free palm that gripped your fingers tight in a vice, and can't help but to lean, just a little, into him. Drawn there, like a moth to a flame.

There's something about this man that makes you tremble. Something that curls inside of your guts. Something deeper, darker than fear. Primal. Animalistic. There must be something wrong with you, then. Most know to run from the predators—not move closer.

He comes to a halt less than an arm's length away from you, close enough that you can scent the heavy musk of him so thickly in your nose. Something purely masculine—loam, humus—and yet unfathomably different from the men you've known your whole life. Horse, and sweat. Sun. The headiness of riding nonstop through the sprawling deserts of New Mexico. Leather, and gunpowder. 

The novelty of it all is enough to make you dizzy. And, as if to reinforce it, he leans down, the brim of his hat narrowly missing your forehead, and he rasps, guttural and dark, 

“and I do expect to be paid back in full, love,” his voice is felled timber. Low, and firm. “Or you'll find you don't like the consequences very much. Am I clear?”

The unmistakable iron in it snags on the tendrils of your resolve, pulling messily at the threads. No escape. It winds tighter, tighter— 

Still. 

Your only other option is to stay here, and in the morning, marry a man who made it abundantly clear that the sole use he has for you is to rebrand a dwindling legacy (women ought to be seen, not heard, darlin’, and I think it's high time someone teach you that); or— 

Make off on your own. Through the unmapped, untamed wilderness of New Mexico with nothing for protection except whatever you could reasonably steal away with uninterrupted, which. Isn't much. Not only that—this man, this outlaw, had made it abundantly clear that there would be a bounty on you come sunrise. One he'd be most eager to fulfil. 

Rock, hard place. No escape. 

You steel yourself, grappling with trembling fingers against the dwindling options in front of you, and offer a slow, jerking nod. 

He heaves a breath in response. “Good choice, love.”

It doesn't feel very much like one. It doesn't feel very good at all, even. 

In this little stable just outside of town, you sell your soul to the devil in New Mexico while the cicadas in the background scream through the ink black night. The sounds they make seem to ask, 

what have you done?

#price x reader #outlaw price x reader #lil sneak peek under the cut because i feel bad for going mia forever #and!!!!!!!!!! burly husky outlaw!Price my beloved #he has a tummy and thick arms and ughhghghghghgh #listen #i'm not well #outlaw!price #this is so unpolished and raw but enjoy

[coffeebrownn]

#chris redfield #resident evil #re #re8 #hc about chris eating raw meat #i do believe all those years of killing BOW is messing him up real bad #don't say anything about vampire/werewolf chris. not the point of these sketches. thanks! #my art

[carthonasi]

what do you know about my mother? she was like you. she was kind. and loving.

#rose x moldaver #rose maclean #lee moldaver #fallout #fallout edit #fallout on prime #fallout tv #fallout spoilers #fallout tv spoilers #i haven't been able to stop thinking about them since i watched the finale #the implications of what they were has altered my brainwaves i fear #ok so i've tried posting this like twice now and i hope the gifs look passable now #tumblr is dedicated to compressing the fuck out of these and making them look bad i swear #the raw files look good on my desktop i swear #also i appreciate the rainbow in the third gif but god did it make it hard to color properly #anyway tragic post apocalyptic yuri my beloved #my gifs

[super-nova5045]

sylvia plath, todd anderson and virginia woolf (aka ACTUAL tortured poets) watching taylor “im breaking up with my boyfriend for his intense depression and blaming it on him, im dating a racist who enjoys watching woc being brutalized and harasses young woc artists, i sent my fans out on a hate train to attack a young woc actress for a line she had to say as part of her job to show how mentally ill her character was, im dating a maga supporter, i refuse to say anything about a current genocide despite being the most influential person in the world right now, i am a billionaire, i fly 13 minute flights and have the highest carbon emission of any celebrity, i am a known white feminist who only speaks about issues when it affects me and has constantly let my fans get away with extreme racism and even encouraged it by associating myself with known racists” swift call herself a tortured poet (her writing sounds like a bunch of thesaurus words slapped over gabba hanna and rupi kaur-esque poetry that was created purely as a trinket for an edgy pinterest board)

#anti taylor swift #like she can be problematic that’s okay #there are SO many problematic artists i like #but she’s not even that good #like read sylvia plath or virginia woolf or listen to LDR or fiona apple or mitski or lorde or boygenius or olivia rodrigo #aka her peers #and realise how much better they are #they truly write art because they have a compassion and rawness for it #whereas taytay only writes to get more money LOL #she’s so extremely privileged that her life is not at all relatable and now she tries to make it so #by romanticizing the most mundane #thats never been your brand babe now it’s going to sound like dogshit #GUTS by olivia rodrigo is better because it has such an intensity to it. liv means what she says and you can feel it! #fiona apple means what she says when she writes about begging her lover to love her back! #mitski means what she says when she writes that she is self destructive and puts herself in bad situations since that’s all she knows! #lana means what she says when she writes about her suicide attempt at 15 because of constant abuse from her mother and crippling depression #all of it such haunting and beautiful works because it truly comes from the soul and isn’t a cash grab #Anyway i’m so sorry virginia and sylvia and todd #todd anderson #AND JOE ALWYN #joe alwyn my favourite man ever #joe alwyn #dead poets society #anderperry #sylvia plath #virginia woolf #the bell jar #lana del rey #fiona apple #mitski

[fishbloc]

death stranding au because ds2 trailer made me shameless and forced me to draw this idea i had in my head for months. sorry this won't make sense unless you've played the game...

#people be like what do you daydream about i daydream about replaying DS and also rotating this au in my head #SIGH THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING BUT ILL MAINTAG THIS... despite this is the most self indulgent thing ive drawn... wallahi #goodtimeswithscar #pearlescentmoon #grian #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft #咸鱼.jpg #please no cc find this i will delete my blog in embarrassment #i still need to draw the other characters but my hand is cramping so bad. head in hands and screaming #this is what raw unmedicated unadulterated adhd looks like btw #ill draw more of this definitely and maybe make a post again compiling all the art because rn im just posting this so i can ramble. sigh

[obsob]

lady amber my beloved

#mine #rote #fitz and the fool #amber i would die for u #this was going to be a fools quest beloved but unfortunately the short hair was rlly bad so shdhsdbd #au in which everything is the same but beloved kept their beautiful long locks #honestly fools quest is simultaneously the hardest and funniest rote book to read #like on the one hand everything is awful. on the other hand people hve told fitz hes cringe for being depressed like 5 times its so funny #also when fool said ash made a convincing girl and fitz said 'you would know' FITZ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i screamed girl ur so funny #anyway . this drawing gave me so much grief i drew it last week and only this evening had time 2 colour it ooooaug #moving tomorrow good lord !!! im not convinced i can get everything in the car but my mum says we can so.....i believe her i guess #im so stresed. also i think my printer is just going to be like. raw dogging it in th car bc we dont hve a box big enough so KJBKSDJBK #anyway hve a nice evening!

[elderwisp]

𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔄𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔦𝔰 𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔖𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭

#as flo rider once said... it twas only just a dream #me: actually freakin cryin during the editing process #also i used lens blur in camera raw filter not bad not bad #i was struggling with dof and transparencies so it was a nice fix #anyways if any of u have 45 min to watch the masterpiece that is this visual album pls do <3 #oc: taryn #oc: atlas #ts4 #simblr #sims 4 #show us your sims

[coldshrugs]

take a deep breath

take a deep breath

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take a deep breath

take a deep breath

take a deep breath

vierapril day 10: breath

#io laithe #ffxiv #endwalker spoilers #azia gposes #vierapril24 #posting these out of order and at 2am T^T failing the community event #GOD. my game crashed during my first attempt of this and i wasn't sure i'd feel like redo-ing it #but tbh i've been thinking about this for a minute #what it means for her to be A Hero and still have anxiety on a good day. but on the bad days... #what it means to the people who love her most to see her break #maybe not for the first time but in a raw and scary way they haven't witnessed before #so important to me that thancred is the one who goes to her first (and who takes her inside). idk. their friendship is so special!!! #and estinien's shock is also v important to me (peep him dropping his lance). he's feeling so many things rn alkjsfdlk

[fortheloveofexy]

was going through an old wip this morning and somehow totally forgot about this??

#I don't consider myself to be particularly good at writing raw ass lines #but this isnt half bad #aftg #all for the game #aftg fanfic #wip fanfic

[blue-kyber]

#Chemistry #a do not eat lick or drink the raw elements kind of science #Humans: Can I eat this? #I ate it. #Bad idea.

[fiftheditionflipkicks]

how to bully a beholder (or maybe not)

Beholders! Iconic, iconic. Let's surgically remove their will to live.

The key is that almost all their offensive potential comes from their Eye Rays - but they can only blast targets they can see. Therefore, naively speaking, a simple cast of, for example, Blindness while outside their Antimagic Cone would almost cripple them, leaving them only with a pathetic Bite attack. Made at disadvantage, to boot.

This just works.* Beholders actually aren't immune to the Blinded condition, nor do they have access to Truesight or Blindsight or Tremorsense, despite their much-vaunted multiplicity of eyes. The moral in this case is clearly quality over quantity.

Blindness isn't perfect, however; your victim gets a save on cast, and then more saves every turn thereafter, giving them a lot of opportunities to break out of it. Beholders actually don't have as unfairly good Con saves as you might expect, so Blindness isn't even that bad, but nevertheless we might want something better.

Enter Fog Cloud.

Fog Cloud is, like all the best battlefield control, saveless. You cast it and the world is just heavily obscured now, impossible to see into, and there's nothing your enemies can do about it. (unless they have Counterspell, or Dispel Magic, or break your concentration, but shh).

'But wait,' I hear you say. 'What about Antimagic? Shouldn't the Antimagic Cone cut right through it?'

Indeed, the Antimagic suppresses the Fog Cloud wherever it overlaps; but critically it does not dispel the spell altogether. The only effect is to give the Beholder a small region in which it can see, but which separately suppresses its own Eye Rays. In fact, this can work to your advantage: martial characters can take advantage of the convenient break in the fog to get right up to the Beholder and smash them in the face while they can see.

It's worth noting the Beholder can, unfortunately, simply fly out of the AOE; therefore it's definitely worth upcasting Fog Cloud for a larger AOE, or using alternatives like Darkness (you can pick it up and move it) and Sleet Storm (an enormous area of effect). Still, it's very fun that a 1st level spell almost perfectly counters a Beholder for at least one round.*

(Bonus points for convincing a party member to just grapple the beholder; they are really not especially strong.)

*Time to get really cursed.

Unfortunately, there is one problem with all that I have outlined above. It is technical, incredibly obscure and in its full glory has significant effects on how Beholder encounters go.

It goes like this: a Beholder's Antimagic Cone is an effect whose area of effect is a cone (shocker). But the rules for areas of effect actually state that 'A cone's point of origin is not included in the cone's area of effect, unless you decide otherwise.'

Therefore, a Beholder can choose to include themselves in their own Antimagic Cone - and so completely suppress every magical effect that would target their space.

So, whether or not a Beholder actually has you in its Cone, it is immune to whatever magic you want to throw at it so long as it has its Cone up at all, and knows the rules well enough to include itself.

Blindness? Yup. Hunger of Hadar. Yup. Spirit Guardians? Hypnotic Pattern? Yes and yeah. They still won't be able to target things in heavy obscurement or darkness, but RAW Beholders are literally just immune to Fireball as far as I can tell. Sweet dreams.

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[egophiliac]

IMPORTANT QUESTION

My friends and I have started calling you the irl version of Lilia and we wished to know if you can cook because we are worried for the home if you cannot

(This is a light hearted joke)

I can (more or less) follow a recipe, which gives me the advantage! >:D ...although it is true then when left to my own devices I default to "dump in a bunch of random spices and see what happens". I...I just really like cayenne and turmeric okay --

other than that (and all the other many things that are different about us) Lilia and I are, y'know, basically identical.

#art #for a given definition of art anyway #twisted wonderland #it's canon that silver didn't know food could taste good until he came to nrc #if i remember right in his bloom birthday card lilia went on a long explanation about how he's been trying to cook healthy meals lately #(read: burned and yet somehow semi-raw vegetable mess that is basically already a compost heap) #and then at the end is like 'ha ha i don't eat the swill i make! that would be bad!' #'i just make everybody else eat it while i eat whatever' #sounds about right #i did once somehow manage to bake a cake for about 2 hours longer than it was supposed to bake for #and it was still underdone #it was a box mix so god only knows what happened there

[determinedowl23]

hey babygirl you’re pretty cute lemme show you the complete cycle of life death and rebirth hidden beneath my mask

#owl hoots #slay the princess #the nightmare #the moment of clarity #“The worms have found their orifices” is such a raw line and the art for that whole scene is gorgeous and the voice acting is incredible #Too bad i have no idea what any of it means

[demonsword586]

I need holy water,a bible and Gabriel to scild me cuz what in the Hell is Beel's attacker story! Like...I have no words fitting for this so have screenshots instead

Beel being a dirty little thief...

Beel praising us (suprisingly he says Good girl a lot in this story)

And uh...whatever this is. Beel you creepy little unicorn

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb beelzebub #I have never wanted to be scolded about God and morality by an angel this badly #just because of the raw blushing my cheeks have suffered while reading this

[copias-juicebox]

Tobias about his Brother Sebastian who passed away shortly after Ghost released their first Songs and took off on Myspace. 🤍🤍🤍

#i did not mean to make you cry ok i cried myself #the raw fucking emotion in his eyes and voice really gets to me #rip sebastian #thank you for everything and for being the role model for tobias that he needed #</3 #the whole fandom will forever be thankful #thank you for influencing tobias to be the man he is today #ok i feel kinda bad for this post because it feel so wrong because it is so personal and intimate i hope you don't mind #i feel his painand i think it is a pain that we will never not carry around with us for the rest of our lives #tobias forge #ghost #copia #papa emeritus #ghost band #ghost sweden #ghesties #the band ghost #myedit