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[thecreativemonk]

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[skullinacowboyhat]

my first DnD character, Orna. still get sad thinking about her.

#i have not been able to draw her in three years since she died #and then yesterday the creative half of my brain was like 'heyyy' #dnd #oc: orna #my art #skullie's sketches #dnd monk #half-orc #dungeons and dragons #dnd half-orc #d&d

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Me, seeing that Frank is a monk in the fantasy au: Fronk...

PLS I ALMOST CHOKED ON MY CHICKEN

#fronk..... #mai nayme is fronk... and when i fite.... the moon is full... and shyning brite.... #etc etc i dont have the creativity to finish that #rambles from the bog #and *loosely a monk. Based off of dnd monk class

[harpywitharobot]

So I read this cool fic by @csdp-disasterhotline and I really wanted to do fanart of it. I am not sure if I managed to make the conversion from skin to scales this time, but I tried.

We need more evil Jacks, you know, for evil's sake.

#xiaolin showdown #xs #jack spicer #new art tag #fanart of a fanfic hehe #also the fight with the monks was very cool #I love when people get creative on how the jackbots fight back for a change #cool cool cool

[akkivee]

a couple of questions

what is dream rap battle? is it the arb switch port, did they just rename it?

are there new graphics for all divisions for the game like the bat ones? 💖

dream rap battle is a completely new mobile game separate from arb!!!! it’s going to have 3d in game models and a feature a new story set in the virtual world!!! you can read all the information we know about it here lol, and can also find the new sprites for all the characters on the site!!!!!

also check out the pv they dropped during the live to see what the models are working with lol

#vee got an ask #i like to see hypmic’s ambition like this like actually lol #i likened this to hypmic brand honkai but we haven’t seen anything else besides the models and a glimpse of a hub world i think #but i love the creativity i can see!!!! trying to define a new genre of game too!!!!! whatever that means lol!!!!! #like it’s just nice to see that hypmic is still trying to innovate???? #and using their established franchise power to get something off the ground it’s cool lol #also who wants to bet kuukou taking to the metaverse was a hint about this game LOL i love this meta monk💜💜💜💜💜

[thedreadvampy]

just like. bit late to the TMA2 party here but casual reminder that if you stay on that thing where you keep looking for throughlines and Clever Thematic Links between Mechanisms albums and Magnus Archiveses I will come to your house and beat you around the head with a 2x4 painted with the words THERE WERE NINE PEOPLE WHO WROTE THOSE ALBUMS

#red said #the mechanisms #reminded of this bc hereward just came up on shuffle and i remembered the multiple people being like #WHAT IS JONNY TRYING TO SAY BY SAYING #'HE LOVED HIS FRIEND MARTIN ' HMMMMM #and the answer is nothing #first of all bc i don't think Jonny was actually involved in Hereward although i may be mistaken #but mostly bc the person who decided that Hereward's servant who he loved was called Martin was a fucking. 12th century monk. you fools. #IT'S IN THE GESTA HEREWARDI IT PREDATES TMA BY ALMOST A MILLENNIUM #actually Martin might be a Kingsley invention I've never read the gesta herewardi I'm not a nerd #but that's still almost 200 years pre tma so the point stands #ANYWAY #that's not really the point the point is that people keep acting like there's some meaning to the parallels between Bifrost and TMA speci #specifically. and that may be true but that's not some master plan by Jonny because JONNY DID NOT WRITE THE BIFROST INCIDENT #Jonny wrote HIS PARTS in the Bifrost Incident but the rest of the band wrote THEIR parts and the story was mostly not Jonny's #so no he wasn't laying some masterful seeds and no they don't take place in the same universe #and no he's not the Genius Responsible For The Mechanisms it was a COLLABORATIVE PROJECT #with at least 4 or 5 ppl cocreating the bulk of each story and all members of the band putting a lot of themselves and their ideas in #and it is real fuckin grating having it framed as Jonny's Great Work when every person in that band had a similar level of creative input #Jonny's great. so are the other 8 people who made the albums

[worldsokayestmagicalgirl]

Shrieking into the void for a few seconds because I just hit 25 pages & 11k words on the (DM requested) INSANELY detailed backstory for the new campaign I’ll be starting soon.

I've officially hit novella territory & I'm still not done _(:3 」∠)_ this is the longest thing I've written in ages & I kinda equally impressed/horrified.

And I thought I overdid it when Amoré's backstory came out 17 pages. 😮‍💨

Watch this be what makes me learn to print & bind books cuz now that I know how long it is I'm consumed by a need to hold it physically.

#dnd #dnd pcs #dnd backstory #creative writing #my poor fishie monk #shrieking into the void because I've already burneded everyone in my physical vicinity with this knowledge #the void will be my diary for the next few minutes #in a weird way this has made me enthusiastic about writing again #let’s see how long I last before I attempt to bind it

[earl-of-221b]

I am literally sooooo excited for Black myth Wukong after seeing that launch date trailer. All these beautiful pieces of art and story tidbits, full of history and creativity and life, and none of the central pilgrims have even been shown except Sun Wukong himself briefly.

Like, they have shown the most niche characters like Black Wind Demon Bear and the wolf Lin Xuzi. They showed some of the beautiful spider demonesses, and the narrator of the launch date trailer might be one of the four dragon kings, if not the Eastern Dragon King.

But not a single pilgrim outside of the monkey character (who may or may not be Sun Wukong), has been shown. I’m beyond excited, it means they’re going to leave Tang Monk, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, and probably the white dragon horse as reveals in the game!!!! I’m so arrested by everything about Black Myth Wukong!!!

#black myth wukong #black myth #黑神话 #journey to the west #all this hype and not even a sliver of Tang Sanzang?! EXCITED on what they’re going to do with him #and all the pilgrims - what if they’re the towering demonic monks they always were described to be??!! AHH #CANNOT wait to see nine headed demon fiancée and also centipede man my villains #I still don’t know what the deal with this is because most of these horrendous demons get killed in jttw #but BRING THEM BACK BRING THEM BACK I want to see them in 4K from the loving hands of the black myth creative team

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[whatwewrotepodcast]

Darkness; Silence

In the darkness there was warmth.

She remembers strong arms around her, a barrier against the suddenly terrifying and unknowable world around her. The smell of baking apples in the hot coals of the fire, bright and sharp with cinnamon and sugar. Gentle hands, calloused and worn as they were, holding her hand and guiding her unsteady steps. She remembers the cool, smooth feel of the wood as a staff was put into her hands, as she took those first, hesitant, freeing strides. The clack of the wood over the pavestones, the little jolt each time it tapped against an obstacle. The darkness had surrounded her, but what she remembers most is the sturdy grip on her elbow, and the reassuring words in her ears.

In the silence, it was cold.

He remembers the ringing slap of a blow to the face, the giddy and tilting world and the confusing disorientation. The smell of blood, fresh and stinging as it dropped into the icy snow. The bright contrast of its vivid red against the white, the steaming curl as its heat dissipated. He remembers rough hands grabbing his arms, his face. Shaking him as if that would make him understand their gestures, the way their mouths moved when they looked at him, when they looked at each other. An unknowable secret to which he didn’t have the key. The silence had always been with him, but what he remembers most is the bright white-red flash of pain, and the twisted faces that haunted his dreams.

She remembers the fear, the taunting voices circling her like wolves circling their prey.

The disorienting feeling of being surrounded, of not knowing where she was, where they were. She remembers the heart-racing pulse of her blood singing in her veins, the moment before the pain. The blows like white-hot exhalations of breath. Of grunt and gasp and the heavy-weight thud of fist on flesh. And she remembers the soft feel of the blankets on her skin. The warm water bathing her wounds. The brush of a thumb across her cheek, and the quiet reminder that she is loved. That she is protected. That she will be kept safe. She remembers a soft kiss on her brow, and the first taste of blood in her mouth.

He remembers the fear, the teeth-bared, burning-eyed faces leering down at him.

The way their muscles moved beneath their skin, taut with threat and with danger. He remembers the moment he knew the pain was coming again, the full-body bracing for the blows. Raining on him like hail, pounding against his flesh. Feeling it through to his bones. The familiar copper-iron tang of blood in his mouth. The snow icy cold against his face as he fell. The distant recognition of the blood sinking into the icy crust, briefly hot before the chill. His blood. He remembers the darkness drifting in and out as his skin slid across the icy ground, the bite of rocks and stone. He remembers awaking to the flicking of firelight on a rush and timber ceiling, and heat against his cheek. He remembers the familiar taste of blood on his tongue and the wondering of where the next blow will come from.

In the darkness she found her strength.

Firm hands guiding her, showing her how to stand, how to move, through touch and word. A hand on her elbow, guiding it up, a foot tapping her ankle to shift her stance, a soft word of instruction to tighten her muscles. The huff of breath and the scuff of feet on sand. The sound of her footsteps running laps around the walls, and the thump-thump-thump of her heart against her ribs, giving rhythm to her strides. The slow, steady words of her mentor guiding her meditation, teaching her to reach out with her remaining senses. The brightening of her ki as something in her shifted and touched the lives around her. The brightness of her laugh as she felt the darkness become a part of her. Not sight, but a way to place herself. Not sight. But a way to see.

In the silence he found connection.

A kinship formed in awkward exile. Learning by watching, by careful repetition. Of worn, cold roughened hands showing each step and showing again. To dig for roots, to gut a fish from an icy mountain stream. Of painstaking letters scratched in the dirt, of recognising the shapes of the words if not the way they sounded. The steady connection of the written letters to the movement of a mouth, the key found at last, the secrets unlocked. The growing of understanding, in time with his confidence, the discovery of a way to interact with the world around him. Not hearing. But a way to communicate.

In her horror, she found herself becoming.

The quiet whispered conversations overheard in the halls. The stiff-held grief hidden in funerals and ceremonies. In bodies lowered into graves, in the smell of blood and death that still clung to their shrouds, no matter how well they were cleaned. In the feel of paper-thin skin over age-knobbled joints and the recognition of time passing faster than she knew how to handle. In the announcement that rocked her world to the core, the tearing down of walls and the realisation of vulnerability. All that she thought eternal shaken to its core. Warm arms holding her, a familiar voice telling her to be brave. To be strong. That she had what it took. A footstep on the road, a home left behind. Her strength only growing with every support taken from her.

In his horror, he found his purpose.

Bodies filled with hate, shoving through the door. The flickering flames of the firelight deep in their eyes. The dance of their fists, sinking into flesh. The movement of their mouths, too jerky and fast for him to follow, distorted by the unsteady firelight and their own violence. The tearing in his throat as he screamed a scream he could not hear. Their hands like iron bands around his arms, the realisation of his weakness and his helplessness. The heat of the flames and the destruction of hope. The lonely march into the mountains, the cold biting his skin, even though he could still feel the fire. The darkness calling him, drawing him near. The chill in his soul, the breath harsh in his lungs. The figure in the hall, surrounded by the dark and long held secrets of the mountain. That ice-black stare, those dark-frozen eyes. The voice shattering the silence he had known his whole life. His footsteps leading him forward as he discovered his strength in the dark.

A field in a valley. Mountains like teeth chewing the storm-tossed sky. The long grass a lashing sea, whipping as the wind howls through the crags. He sees the lightning split the horizon, a white-hot streak through the clouds. She hears the thunder crack and roll down the mountain’s slopes like a tumble of boulders.

The wind whistles in her ears, tossing her white braids across her face. The wind caresses his skin, its voice unknown to him, but its familiar fingers tracing the tattoos on his body. He sees her mouth move, effortlessly forming the words that had so long been denied to him.

This is not the first time he has faced her. He knows it will be the last.

At last, her mouth forms, and he steps into the familiar stance, feeling his muscles twitch and quiver with readiness. She hears the shift of his body, the creaking of his knees as they take his weight, the rustle of the grass stalks as he plants his feet. She senses the thrum of his ki, the crawling-flies-on-corpse buzz of it. The humming of the thousand tiny wings as his intention registers. The hairs down the back of her neck rising in response. It is not the first time she has faced him. She knows it will be the last.

He doesn’t reply to her call, not with his words. She can’t see him, and he can’t hear her. But they both know this fight will be to the death. He sees the lightning flash again. She hears the crash of thunder again. She smiles, and lifts a hand. A language they both understand.

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[madmarchhare]

tagged by @guesst

Thank you for the tag!

I couldn't think of too many, as a lot of my ideas would only really work as manga or graphic novels and I don't have the talent to draw them.

@truegoist @muaviinu @adanaac @theriu @the-messenger-hawk

Sorry if I've got on your nerves with the tags.

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[gaykingslayer]

You know you should probably give up on writing when panic productivity isn't on your side anymore

#actually spend 7+ hours writing a creative writing assignment just for it to be no joke the actual worst thing I've ever written #i deleted it all and am rewriting it i won't suffer the humiliation of having to read actual trash out loud over a zoom call #it was only 589 words #THIS THING HAD TO BE DONE TODAY #nothing is making me write anymore im quitting and becoming a monk (have been staring at a word document with 50 words for over an hour) #waving my angry fist like an angry old man at a course I willingly choose to do out of my own consenty consent #mine #my text #oh the good old days when i was 13 and could write 5k in 7 hours

[pensola]

Just because I am bored, here are my various characters that I have played, am currently playing or plan to play:

Siova Tav

My first character, she was made pretty much just because I found it very funny to have a devil-looking character get powers from a god, so I chose the most good-oriented-sounding god from the cleric list... and somehow I ended up falling in love with her.

She grew up in the Open Hand Temple after her father was murdered and her mother left her there and never came back. I imagined her to be a lot like Tohru Honda from the "Fruits Basket" manga/anime, where she is not book-smart but has a lot of wisdom and kindness that makes people like her and feel safe around her. She has her long hair in a braid because her mother's family used to do that as part of a tradition, she dislikes having the hair free. Her eyes are also naturally darker, but got a glow after Ilmater accepted her as his cleric. She loves meeting people belonging to different gods and to learn from their point of view the world, but over time she is not afraid to stand by her own views of the world, life and divinity, which lead to quite a few arguments between her and especially Wyll, Gale and Astarion.

She romanced Wyll and followed him to Avernus to take down Mizora, although she does not want to adventure forever. Because I want the best for her, in my head she convinced/Command'ed the two opposing Prism-prisoners to cooperate, and used her Divine Intervention to save Karlach since I never had to use it in the story.

She is my main Tav, the other characters are there more for fun to make slightly different choices.

The Sad Surge

This is the Dark Urge of Siova's story. Technically she does not have a name, but because all my characters accidentally ended up having "S" first in their names, I call her Surge. She has selective eidetic memory with anything to do with death and blood (for example she can easily recall murdering Siova's father in all its gory details from a random urge to kill, but otherwise her memory is very blurry).

Surge and Siova never meet; while Siova was busy with helping people around her, Surge ran past it all in order to get to Baldur's Gate and take back her birthright. She was killed by Orin, and Siova found her corpse after defeating Orin.

I am making an "alternative" story for her where she does follow the regular Dark Urge-playthrough with companions and such, but still waiting to see where that goes. Apparently elves have a child name until they are considered adults in their 100's, so the idea then would be that she would finally make a true name for herself, if she went with a redemption story.

Sharin

The bard, a lover of colour, fun and freedom, Sharin is willing to help others around her, and takes everything with a laugh most of the time. Seems to be unbothered by almost anything with the exception of other people claiming her in any shape of form; she romances Astarion but him flirting by saying "tonight you're all mine and I'm all yours" was a big turn-off even if she knew what he meant. As such, she hates Raphael and uses every opportunity to make fun of him and insult him, because she was very provoked by the idea of selling her soul to him. Unlike Siova Tav who happily shares her past if asked, Sharin hardly ever alludes to it even if there are hints that there are more to her than it seems; she is a drow who has lived on the surface for a long time, she carries a lot of Lolth-sworn knowledge but has the look of a Seldarine, and sometimes has the bearings of a noble as well as an entertainer. She often jokes that she might embark on her own journey of growth when the Absolute is taken care of alongside Astarion.

Sharin angered the Emperor and was forced to take Raphael's offer, putting her soul on the line to save the world. Knowing this and her hatred of being owned, she asked to be made an illithid, and had Gale gather the Crown of Karsus before having Orpheus complete her transformation and killing her; the idea was that ceremorphosis destroys the mortal soul, meaning there would be no soul for Raphael to claim when she failed to give him the Crown. Thus she would save the world, free an old prisoner and give the finger to Raphael one last time (she never went to House of Hope, she had no idea it was there).

That is, that WAS the plan, but then Patch 5 arrived and Withers revealed that for some reason she still had her soul after the ceremorphosis, and she was met by a very angry Raphael.

Sissi

Sissi is a Paladin with the Oath of Vengeance. Having grown up as an urchin, then taken in by some noble people far away from Baldur's Gate that since were killed by and with their killeds in an explosive robbery, Sissi vowed to help give vengeance for those that deserved it. She is a "do unto others" and "ride and die by her friends" kind of gal; if someone is kind of her, she will be kind back, but if she has a reason to begrudge, she will carry that forever; only reason Wyll survived trying to attack Karlach was because Karlach vouched for him and Sissi would easier keep an eye on him, otherwise she would have killed him.

With her, I made her mostly for fun because I wanted an all-girl group (with the exception of Wyll because I am weak and Halsin because Sissi romances him; they are never allowed to be used), who were all tanks. Karlach and Lae'zel stay as their classes, same with Jaheira except she is constantly in owlbear mode if I need her, and Shadowheart was respecced to War Domain Cleric. She was also made a half-orc more because I wanted the colour differences. I am still playing Sissi, but with her I am actually thinking about having her attack Gortash first chance we get, just to see what happens and if I will be able to defeat him, the guards and the Steel Watchers, because again, ride or die, and Karlach wants him dead? That's reason enough to blast the ceremony. Also at first I thought to have her romanze Lae'zel or Karlack, but I read somewhere that half-orcs have a shorter lifespan, so I found it funny if she was only 30 but mentally 45 or the like, or at least that she was mentally the same place as Halsin, even though she does not have the same life experience, and so they ended up together.

Su'zan

This is Su'zan, who's bakground I am still not quite sure about since I have just started her. She is the Sorcerer of my characters, specifically a Wild Magic sorcerer; her hair, scar and eyes are results of Wild Magic Surges. She is going to romance Karlach, who will be a Wild Magic Barbarian. More than that I am not sure, I look forward to learning more about githyanki through her!

#bg3 #my characters #also yes there is a colour theme going on #I am not creative with my character designs ok #I am also looking to do a monk one day #as well as to do a run with one level in each class.

[thedreadvampy]

so me and Sam FINALLY watched the last season of Capaldi's Who

and tell me how, after literally over a decade and for perhaps the first time in his fucking career, Steven Moffat wrote a not just tolerable but really actually good two-parter and fully stuck the landing. like the editing and pacing were still a bit off but the storyline was original, fun, interesting and emotionally invested, and most importantly, rather than ending on a damp fart or the most furious autofellatio in history, the final part didn't fumble it and ended in a way that felt emotionally satisfying and like it made sense for the characters. like the last time he successfully wrapped up a multiparter in a way that didn't feel cheap and hollowly disappointing to me was literally The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances, and a) that was in 2005 and b) tbh The Doctor Dances is about a tenth as compelling and memorable as The Empty Child.

so after 12 years of either hackery or great ideas that fall apart in the second act, Steven Moffat writes what I would genuinely consider to be a memorable Good Doctor Who serial. it ends with bittersweet pathos, a solid closer for all the main characters, and sends Moffat's showrunning career out on a genuine high despite failing ratings and budget cuts (and the fact Doctor Who hasn't been consistently good since about 2009). good job Steve. with grudging respect I admit you pulled it out of the bag on this one.

wait what's this there's one more episode left? and it stars Mark Gatiss? and you literally spend the whole episode inexplicably just shitting all over the legacy of Doctor Who by inventing a version of the First Doctor that bears literally no resemblance to the character that William Hartnell actually played, just so you can spend the whole episode saying misogynistic things to run yourself off to how much more Totally Feminist your version was than the version you made up in your head of what Doctor Who was like in the 60s? and it added literally nothing to the season except to take all the wind out of the sails of the actually good finale you already wrote?

even when he writes a good episode this fucker still finds ways to disappoint me.

#red said #as I remembered it is by a LONG shot the best that Doctor Who has been under Moffat and I do think giving Capaldi more creative control #helped a lot. cause he's a massive nerd and also he approximately knows how to construct a story. #bill is the first female companion Moffat has ever written with an actual fucking personality #(even if being mean that personality is maybe kind of just what you'd get if you put rose Martha and Donna in a blender) #(at least she's not a blank slate with the words SASSY. SEXY. written on it) #matt Lucas is genuinely surprising bc despite hating the man it's kind of impossible to not like Nardole by the end?? #michelle gomez finally gets some room to get her Anthony Ainley on and be the Master PROPERLY #i was hooting and clapping my hands at the John Sim Master's dumb disguise #like the cast is GREAT #(and while he still can't shut the fuck up about her at least Moffat isn't shoving River fucking Song down my throat 24/7) #buuuuuuuut uhhhh the politics are. incoherent and the vibes are rancid in a lot of the episode plots. #they clearly WANT to do Social Commentary but weirdly keep bringing up colonialism and capitalism and then taking the side of the baddies? #how are you doing to do a piece about the British Empire colonising Mars with a posh villain and a whole comparison to the British Raj #then come down on the side of the British state? same with the ninth legion piece? and the zombie spacesuit one is fun #but it wraps up with 'and then they complained to upper management and capitalism ended forever the end' #uhhhhh in the one with the microbot colony again we conclude the Morally Correct Answer is colonialism #don't get me started on the monks plot which is a) literally just ripping off the Year That Never Was but without the emotional impact #but also b) has some really weird and genuinely fucked up ideas about both geopolitics and uhhhh consent???? #so yeah the philosophical core is either incoherent or Fucking Horrendous in almost every episode #it's frequently derivative but tbh that's often to its benefit bc it vibes like trying to figure out what actually makes episodes memorable #and the budget is clearly cut to the bone bc the visual effects look worse than 2005 and the post edits are really weird and janky #like the pacing and ordering is weirdly off and a lot of the shot to shot transitions are awkward or confusing. #plus the sound design in the first few eps is. unhinged. it sounds like offbrand versions of standard stings it's all just Slightly Wrong #but for real i liked it more than I've liked any other season of Moffat Who. it's messy incoherent and often politically INFURIATING #but it has some actual heart and energy. and it feels like doctor who. and i would say moffat is spending like 10% as much time #wanking over his own past triumphs (and Alex Kingston) #and a lot more time like. trying to write something which works. he's not like successful 100% of the time. or even 50%. #but there's a lot more warmth and creativity. mackie capaldi and lucas have actual chemistry as a core cast #and i think it helps that everyone in the core cast is SO PSYCHED TO BE THERE. like it just wasn't a slog like all Moffat's other seasons.

[mosstrades]

Ya boy's deleted/locked himself out of every social media except for Tumblr. It won! It fucking won! Don't forget you're here forever!

#(and youtube and discord im not a monk) #It's the way exploitative content algorithms are easily circumvented. and the rigorous dash curation. and my frens:-) #it's a shame bc social media is like... useful for meeting ppl and accessing good creative works and genuinely worthwhile stuff #but i guess now I'm gonna have to go outside for that kinda stuff #can't hurt to try #nick.txt #if not for the gruesome app-ification of regular life (i need an app to access my fucking washing machine) i wouldve sincerely switched to #using a flip phone #and just kept my computer as a way to access the Webs #the webs arent inherently negative! theyre such a good tool! i just have brainworms as-is and its all DESIGNED to make them worse #i read so many books before i got a phone. and tbf. that was ALSO when the mental illness hit. which was unrelated. #so it's not ALL just because im always on that damn phone #but still #so many hours i lose on fucking reddit of all things. 4 hours watching instagram reels and i retained absolutely fuck all #and no roadblocks i set for myself (timers and uninstalling the apps and everything) are enough #i cant keep doing this dude. im gonna be 20 next year. i miss *books*. I miss writing and drawing and going outside just to be outside #i AM genuinely sad at how not having instagram will make having a social life in uni actually harder lmao but we stay silly #if i die and god shows me how many hours i spent on twitter and the number has more than two digits im gonna get so depressed ill die twice

[xolaanii]

i love bg3 for letting me bs every fight i get into i'm still not over auntie ethel being like STOP STOP 1 minute after she called me cocky because Madnah punched her so hard she slipped on Gale's ice storm

#vall txt #auntie ethel: “i love killing the cocky ones” #me: ma'am it's not me being cocky it's me stating a fact i will kill you and i will do it the dumbest way possible #also ragzlin ... i blew him up so hard he desintegrated #the spectator died to the monk ability to just attack like 4 times and i got like 4 out of 4 critical hits #it's so much fun and it lets the player be so creative