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#i can do a pt 3
greglow03 · 2 months
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Pt 2 of "If the FNAF kids where assigned DnD/RPG classes":
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Okay so this is part 2, of the what if. It was inspired by the linked post. What do you think? Which one of these three is your fav?🧡 And which one of these 3 would you be?🤔
@puhpandas
Thanks again to your sister, with assigning them classes!👏🏻 (I chose druid for cassie, since i felt it suited her better, and i had a vision🍃🐾, but ranger could work too)
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Probz to the ones who notice the little cameo in mike's design👍🏻
Any way, if you haven't seen the first half, then go check it out!🤗
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I so loved drawing these concepts!🤗🧡
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americankimchi · 2 months
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it's so hard to take star wars seriously nowadays because i'll watch someone get skewered by a lightsaber and then somehow walk it off with a bacta patch and a slap on the ass. like you're telling me a weapon that can carve furrows into foot-thick solid durasteel doors, dripping melted slag in its wake, when applied to the flesh of a sentient being leaves behind nothing more than superficial damage. like be so ffr. "it cauterizes the wound instantly" this is not a little cut. this is not minor burns. you were IMPALED BY A BEAM OF PLASMA. your ORGANS have been COOKED. your BLOOD has BOILED. your BONES were INCINERATED. what are you TALKING ABOUTTTTTT
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ayrennaranaaldmeri · 2 months
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cupidzrock-net · 1 year
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💐 happy valentines day ~💕
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magpie-to-the-morning · 6 months
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Guys my doctor says my spine and pelvis are a little crooked. I am literally not straight 😂
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veilkeeper · 6 months
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when roz walked into the crèche, they were confidently githyanki - they could wear the mask and mingle with those of faerûn, but they were gith first, and arriving at the crèche was like coming home. nevermind the bones of the temple it sat in, the orange suns on the wall and the marble hands reaching for the touch of dawn. none of it mattered, because below there was home.
and in those walls, there was a promise. once purified, they would find the simplicity of the life they had before they ever woke up on a ghaik ship, where all they had to do was look to a jhe'stil and do as commanded. no more scrambling for answers, no more being the terrifying exception to the rule. they would simply be themself again, safe among their people, secure in a role predefined.
but then the zaith'isk does not purify, and doubts they had pushed down for so long bubble back to the surface. one of the youths recognized them as an outsider from the way that they walked - "less directed," he said, and roz had to bite their tongue and keep from flinching. they ask questions and the ghustil echoes what lae'zel had said a half-dozen times or more since meeting; how could they not know these things? they should have paid more attention to their teachers. could they have ever hoped to belong, when they carried their years away from their people as some carried brands?
a single egg sits in a carefully curated pond, the last to hatch, and roz wonders if culling it is worth losing someone like ko'kuu if it means never giving rise to someone like them.
the inquisitor offers them simplicity. a command they are to follow and they are so grateful to be able to obey, and from their loyalty vlaakith springs forth in all her glory. they drop to their knees. they were never one to worship, they never could focus on anything so abstract as a god, but she looks down at them with golden eyes and sees them. they have killed people for so much less than ascension, and if they can please their Queen, then they will be worth something. they will have to have been worth something.
a voice they know all too well beckons them into a cave inside the prism, a confrontation to be had alone.
she stands on the edge of a sea of stars and she tells them their queen has a secret, and they want to believe they are being lied to but they don't think they are. it wouldn't matter, even so - vlaakith demands the death of the visitor, and roz must obey. ascension. belonging. all they needed to do was remain loyal and deliver a single blow.
the visitor offers them the sword they need to carry out their task, an act of trust entirely unearned. but whoever this stranger is, they wear her face, and seeing it now after gazing upon their queen, they wonder if gods and queens can even compare. mauna had seen them as a broken, beaten child and loved them. used them, of course, but that was part of the loving, wasn't it? they were made to be used, born to be a sword wielded by another, and mauna had been so sweet in the wielding.
they fall to their knees. grasping at the earth below, they scramble for purchase as the sky seems to explode out in every direction, too big, too abstract. gods, queens, crèches, temples, it all felt too big. for so long, they had only ever needed her. why did they leave? why couldn't they ever just do what they were told? why couldn't they be happy?
they leave the prism feeling like something had been ripped from them. or perhaps everything had been ripped from them, leaving a formless husk behind. once again, they have been reduced to nothing - roz'zith of nowhere, now named hshar'lak, a moment of disobedience destroying everything they thought they had.
but perhaps if they survive, they could find mauna. she knew how to sculpt them from nothing, and they knew better now. they would know to appreciate her this time, to do what they were told. they would only need to prove to her that they could still be useful to her. and after? it would all be so simple.
they push through the doors of the morninglord's temple and into the soft light cresting down on the ruins, bloodied but reborn. they have no people to return to, now. but they might have a person, if she will have them.
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3gremlins · 2 months
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helped wyll get out of his pact, now mizora's just hanging around my camp and refuses to leave b/c she claims she's still fueling his warlock skills.
jokes on her tho, he multiclassed into sorcerer at level 3 and is now more sorcerer than warlock lol
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pharos-ryoji · 2 years
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"The Velvet Room attendants are matched to their guests' personalities to best help them" yeah yeah I just think it would be very funny and probably incredibly chaotic if Elizabeth and Akira were paired up
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skrunklymice · 9 months
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This was a request from @jessica199616 :3
Geronimo finds a pet bunny !!
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I would have written it instead but I felt artistic so yeahhh-
Also I didn't get that much details about the request so I got a bit creative,hope u like it :]
What should he name it !?!?
(It's a girl)
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bbcphile · 7 months
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Wow, the US medical system really doesn’t want me conscious or functional.
Brought to you by my sleep doctor’s still not having sent in the prescription for my narcolepsy meds even though my appointment was 12 days ago, and I’ve now been unmedicated for over a month, and am back to spending most of my time asleep, or if I’m very lucky, and suffer for it the next day, I can write meta or outline fics that I someday hope to write, but not actually write the fics themselves because I am too exhausted.
Brought to you also by my health insurance and the coupon program that makes my migraine meds affordable, since they are trying to force me to stop using the only medication that works on me.
Being disabled is exhausting and infuriating and a thankless, mandatory full-time job, and I hate it.
*screams loudly into the void *
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I like the new Stapleton album. It's very good in a technical sense. Strong hooks, excellent musicality, good lyrics, everything I expect from an artist of this caliber. but I can't help but feel like they yassified Chris by telling him to stop singing about unpalatable topics like problem drug use, the loss of beloved family pets, and lesser known Civil War battles :/ like bro you are the most famous country singer releasing new music today, you should lean into all the topics Nashville execs told you were too weird. There is a market for that shit and it's the whole wide world babyyyyy. It doesn't have to be 15 tracks in a row about how great married sex can be? Like I'm so happy for you both but????
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daydadahlias · 4 months
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okay so you’ve mentioned this tip before on here, and you were saying how like when writing it’s not like the character’s only time existing and so to make your characters seem more human you should allude to their past. but how? like you mentioned that ashton was wearing scrubs in doggy style cuz he’s got a medical job (i can’t remember what) but how did you come up with that? how did you even think to add that, y’know? sorry if this question is stupid
It's not a stupid question at all!! It's a really good one, actually!! I might struggle to answer it in a fully articulate manner but, in my experience, when I write a story, I always spend a little bit of time prior to writing asking myself some simple questions about my characters to get to know them (that way, when I start writing, I'm not constantly asking myself the questions of "who the fuck is this guy and why should readers care about him??" In RPF it's a little easier to manage because readers already do care about them and that's why they're reading the fic lol but I do have to do a little extra work to keep them interested & invested).
Like, for instance, I have too ask myself: what jobs do they have? Are they in school? Did they already complete school? What did they study in school? How long have they had the job they do? Do they like their job? A person's career/education background tells you a lot about them!! It lets you know what they priortize, what they like to do, etc. Or, if they don't like their job, then a writer's responsibility is to show a reader what they like outside of their work. What makes them a person.
For instance, Ashton being a physical therapy assistant (in Doggy Style), lets me know that he is usually in a position where he is constantly helping other people and is also constantly on his feet so, by the time he gets back to his apartment, he's probably tired and in need of someone tending after him. This then plays into the personality I gave him in the fic of wanting to be taken care of by somebody outside of himself (Cal). This entirely imaginary career that's only mentioned once in the form of his scrubs informs me as the writer as to how I portray his dynamic with Calum, his interactions at home, and just other components of his personality !!
People are shaped by their experiences and their daily life (ie. jobs, school, friends, family, hobbies) and fictional characters are no different !! To be able to accurately write about someone's life and how they live it in a realistic manner, I need to know as many aspects about that life as I can! And that helps readers connect to them too!! Because, even if I only mention Ashton in scrubs once, just from that one simple throw-away line, a reader knows he has a job, a daily life outside of the apartment, outside of Calum, and outside of just the small body of work they're reading right at this moment !!!
that's what makes him feel real :)
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ghostwise · 2 years
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Refugio timeskip indulgence ✨✨✨
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beatcroc · 8 months
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always so funny to re-realize that my fixations evidently don't work like most people's. i'll see posts like 'that point in ur life ur between hyperfixations and u feel like ur just floating aimlessly' or ppl talking about like 'aw man i think my hyperfixation on x is fading' and i'll be like you can do that? that can happen? bc for me these things don't have an expiration date they always just keep going until they're replaced by something else. the only time i ever 'lost interest' in a fixation in a neutral way it literally took more than two years and it wasn't a gradual fade so much as a specific and sudden 'ok i want to do something else now'.
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oscill4te · 19 days
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maybe adderall and atomoxetine is the holy combo....
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lexa-griffins · 8 months
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I didnt even make a dent on the asks i had for abo horny hour. I have /more/ asks now than i had when i started!! And i answered so many!! Gonna try to get one, maybe two more bigger ones before i call it a night!
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