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sleepingwoolf · 8 months
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askvectorprime · 9 months
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According to Chris Wyatt, Playgor Cardquest isn't a member of the Gamer Geeks in the BotBots cartoon, but is instead a member of a squad of BotBots from a tabletop gaming store. Could you tell us more about Playgor's squad and its other members?
Dear Tabletop Talker,
Playgor Cardquest's fellow BotBots who also came to life in the board game store are:
Player the Handbook, a mischievous sort who'll push the rules to their limits to gain an advantage.
Monster Manuel, a hefty tome who enjoys pretending to be all kinds of fantasy creatures.
Snuzzlebeard, a plush wizard whose soft demeanor hides the fact that he's a rigid follower of the rules.
Snippy Clippy, a fastidious set of modeling sprue clippers, whose perfectionism could cut other bots to the quick.
Unit Mover, the squad's self-proclaimed ruler.
Dicebird, who believes in following the spirit of the rules over the letter. Curiously, her ursine/avian hybrid robot form resembles another universe's beast warrior, and her alternate form resembles the AllSpark—though I'm struggling to place the Cybertronian dialect of the symbols carved into its faces.
After the Goldrush Games, they were joined by D.M. Gold, who's constantly coming up with new games and challenges for everyone to join in with.
The squad has gone through several editions—calling themselves the Fantasy Force, the Dice Division, the Rules Lawyers—but they increasingly join the Gamer Geeks in gatherings, ever since the video game store diversified into general nerd-oriented products, such as tabletop games, action figures, and novelty bobbleheads of popular characters.
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dowser-verlet · 9 months
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Now birds and pigs live in my head rent free, but mostly of the ice variety.
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malbecmusings · 2 years
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cbmchannel · 4 months
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Ice Bird – Não Me Esforço (feat. Face Negra & Scoco Boy) https://www.curteboamusica.info/2024/01/ice-bird-nao-me-esforco-feat-face-negra.html?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr
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thereapernoel · 2 months
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"And what is it that you think I've done, my pretty bird?" Noel was curious because he was usually good at remembering when he antagonized someone as it was usually purposeful. Even when that someone was Khion. He was so very adorable when he was angry and he had to keep his practice up. The collar wouldn't stay on forever.
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mosraev · 9 months
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Lyrics through the decade 3/10
I've decided to collect all the songs I've made through the last decade and share my favourite snippets with you guys. The pictures for the backgrounds will (as much as possible) be pictures I've taken the same year as the lyrics were written. The full lyrics may or may not be made official someday.
Part 3; 2015
Being the first full year I had been writing songs and the year I took one semester on what I now call my summer camp, this was a very productive year for songs. Well, it was a productive year for lyrics, I actually did only finish half of the songs I started. My lyrics became a little less angry overall and focused more on storytelling.
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Stay creative, my fellow foxes 🦊💚
Song 1 (pic1); Pyriphlegeton.
A song named after the greek myth of the flood of fire in the underworld keeping the tormented standing so they can endure more pain, this is a song where I've taken the perspective of a woman with an undefined mental illness. Some lines however can be read through a trans lens. Fun fact: I rapped the verses on this. No I am not kidding (also I am not a rapper)
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Heartache! Her ribcage's a cage of a prison.
She's searching so hard for the brick life's missing.
Honorable mention;
She blames herself for going insane.
When all that she need is a shoulder to cry on,
Instead she chokes on water from Pyriphlegethon.
Song 2 (pic2); Icebirds
This is a fun one in that I made it as a sort of theme song for a novel length story I was writing about a boy that lived in a world where people got their mind wiped in they stepped out of line (or what he later learn is actually a brainfog repressing your memories and identity). So while the lyrics could be taken as a queer metaphor in context it is more litteral. I didn't finish either the story or the song however.
Featured lyric:
Out of the fog, clear reality to face.
How much of myself have ignorance erased?
Song 3 (pic3); Tidal Wave/Party Wave
One of the few times that I tried to write a party song. This was strange since I wrote as a typical Dane that drinks and loves parties (which I don't) but I do love this line a lot
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The floor's alive with every beat.
We're the beating heart's arteries.
Song 4 (pic4); the Rabbit and the Turtle
One of the few songs with no real perspective character, instead it is about the passing of time and the ambivalent feeling I have about time in general.
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today's struggles are in tomorrow's past.
Song 5 (pic5); Shout Out
A song I wrote as a tribute to the friends I've gotten in the three years of highschool (although some of the experiences mentioned go back to middleschool). One of the earlier examples of me using my own experiences in a song.
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Where everyday it's a chapter, at dawn begins a new [chapter].
Song 6 (pic6); Fair Little Muse
In this song I take the perspective of a lover feeling something is wrong with their partner but not knowing what or how to communicate their worry. It is very flowery/artsy which is fitting since the muse part is inspired by the muses of greek mythology.
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((Extended)) Your thoughts are roses, wild in bloom.
Are they midnight black or are they twilight blue?
While roses they wither, evergreen remains.
And snowdrops bear promises of better days.
Song 7 (pic7); Mirror on the Wall v. 2
This is a special case since it is a song that actually have two versions; one was very personal and read like a diary (version 1) and then there's one taking the perspective of a girl and a boy both having body image issues thereby depersonalising the story (version 2). And yet this line is so raw and trans coded that I cannot help but love it. I never finished this song.
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Mirror on the wall, hear it smash against the floor.
I feel so wasted [and] lost in my own skin.
((Extended)) [in] this body I'm living in.
Song 8 (pic8); Mixtape
I had an idea of writing a song about two people sharing memories through their dedication to music (possibly because I was at a music camp around this time). I never finished the song but I like this first part.
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I’ve made you a mixtape to soundtrack your wasted youth.
All your favorite songs are on it 'cause they’re mine too.
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falseprincex · 1 year
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James let out a snort as he heard the other man's words. "Not just one of the horny spells, but the horniest of the horny spells," James explained with a roll of his eyes. "I feel like one big walking pleasure center whenever someone touches me. Especially roughly." James said with an annoyed growl as he shook his head. "It's going to be a pain in my ass, I can already tell."
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drluciengaudet · 1 year
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Lucien didn’t have the money to own a thing like Khion despite his desire to. It bothered him that, hating to see him fondled and drawing the gazes of others. Those he couldn’t fix, but he could the pamola returning those flirtatious gazes to any suitor. Those eyes he took eagerly and egregiously knowing the younger had another he yearned for. Lucien didn’t care about the pamola’s heart and what it was drawn to. That never mattered. Only his own needs were meant to be filled here and as a creature of fire that had only been exposed to those of the similar dispositions, his fascination with the ice bird were all consuming. The cold to his warmth, a thing he coveted and wished to destroy in the same breath. Often he watched the slave when he was led outside noting how he seemed more energized in the cold and at night. It was why Lucien usually went to see him in the evenings. The blind bird was still there, still unclaimed, left for him to rent and take wherever he wanted for the time he had. 
“Have you missed me my pamola?” He asked moving to where the slave sat on a cot Lucien inviting himself into his personal bubble gripping Khion by the chin turning those empty sockets up to him. “How beautiful you are.” He hummed more admiring his brilliant work. “What shall I do with you today?” It was a rhetorical question. Lucien already knew what he’d do to the younger. 
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𝔽𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥..
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bastardfae · 7 months
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arnon had always considered himself the sociable type and given his extroverted tendencies, he’d never struggled to make acquaintances. whether that was friend or foe, he really wasn’t picky. with tiernan being a little more generous with granting free time here and there (though in arnon’s opinion, the bar was fucking underground), the halfling had made it a personal mission to get to know as many of the other slaves as he could. there was no telling just how long he’d be stuck here so it made sense to at least try and make an effort. 
the pamola was one arnon had heard about, mainly due to the news of his recent claim becoming a topic of conversation amongst a few stuck in the undercroft with not much else to discuss and consequently, arnon’s interest had been piqued. whatever game the fates were playing, arnon was grateful for it as he spotted khion a little further up the corridor and quickened his pace to catch up, slinging an arm around his shoulders the second he was close enough. “hey, man. congratulations are in order for you if the rumours are true. how’s it feel to be official property now? only a little demeaning, right?”
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stormcried · 5 months
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I think a special headcanon that I have for Drake on the day of the accident of murdering his parents and the Angelic Icebirds, is that Drake had to be hospitalized for a good 2-3 weeks in a coma in and out. His abilities came out VERY hard on that night, essentially injuring himself badly. His body not only withstood bad hyperthermia and nearly death, but he essentially shot icicles within himself, stabbing him all over the place. He actually almost stabbed his own heart, but the point was thankfully a couple inches away from it. So, punctures were everywhere. Not just on his arm. He had literally in that moment of anguish and rage, became a frozen body in a attempt to protect himself like cactus prickles would he shoot out icicles out his body, so, he had miniature hole's coming out of his body. So; he had to spend weeks in the hospital having his body stitched up and internal parts stitched and healed as well.
Thing was, Drake wasn't in a FULL coma. He was waking in and out of consciousness. The drugs in his body keeping the pain at bay AND anesthesia had made him incredibly tired and dizzy to begin with. So, he didn't fully heal until around week three or four. His main organs that got the worst of it was his lungs and his intestines that got punctured lightly. So, Drake had a pneumothorax in one of his lungs, so breathing became hard for him. Thankfully, he lived, but, that's until he got the news by the staff of the orphanage representatives that Drake didn't have any other family of file, and... his original parents were... gone. So; imagine a small nine year old coming out of a semi-coma after weeks and learning that his parents are dead. fucks sake drake can't get a break.
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thefoodadvice · 1 year
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Cinnamon rolls, made by my brother for christmas by Icebird-99 | Follow on Instagram, Pinterest& check our Website
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xdutch · 10 months
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He knew the moment he woke up that morning that he was about to rut. He could feel it in the way his skin was much warmer than it usually was, and how agitated he seemed to be. Outside of his normal calm demeanor only meant one thing, this being the first one since he moved to the castle. It didn't stop him from going into work like he did on any normal day, or well, he tried to. Getting from point A, being where he slept, to point B, where he worked, was proving to be a challenge in of itself. The smells were strong, intoxicating, and very hard to ignore.
It was then that he smelled someone familier, before he could stop himself he would grab Khion by the arm and pull him into the nearest room. Hoping it would be empty, "Shit." He said, letting go of him as he stepped back from him for half a second before moving in on him again. "Sorry, you just... you smell good, and I got thoughts of doing some naughty things to ya." He said just before he closed the gap and kissed him.
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fieryxconnor · 1 year
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While it probably should’ve bothered Connor that his blonde boyfriend was getting a lot of vampiric attention, it actually didn’t bother him in the slightest. Things were going to plan.. so far, anyway.. and Khion had been busy making new friends. Between the two of them, they had been rented out a fair amount, but it also meant that they didn’t see as much of each other as perhaps they might have liked to. The Deity had just been dropped off back in the undercroft, his face lighting up when he saw Khion across the room. He made a beeline straight for the pamola, slipping an arm around his waist and greeting him with a kiss. “Been a while, love. We should catch up somewhere more.. private.”
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thereapernoel · 4 months
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Noel was never one to put expectations on Khion. It was up to him to do with the freedom he was given what he wanted. Of course he'd like him to follow the rules of the castle, but it wasn't like Noel was great at doing it either. As long as Khion didn't get caught Noel could care less what he did or didn't do and the only reason he'd care if he got caught was because he'd be forced to. When it came to events he let the pamola dress and do as he pleased, though he'd become accustomed to spending time with the younger during each as an unspoken tradition. Christmas was no different. Noel was sipping a glass of wine in the kitchen waiting on the bird to finish getting ready. He supposed it added a bit to the enjoyment not knowing what the other would come out in since he wasn't choosing his outfits.
Khion didn't look bad in anything, but Noel was surprised by his choice in dress as he eyed the other who walked into the kitchen to join him before they exited the suite. Not that Noel was any more festive than Khion, but he was named after Christmas, which in his defense basically embodied the holiday. The reaper pushed the glass of expensive wine to the younger as he smiled at him across the counter. "I do hope there's something festive under all that black I get to unwrap later."
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