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creacherkeeper · 9 months

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lost township: the homegame

howdy yall :D i made a post like this a while ago that very much needed to be updated and i simply talk about and tag characters from lost township a lot so i wanted to have an easy place to reference for what in the hell im talking about and something to throw at people when i want to infodump. so!!

the game:

lost township is a d&d homegame set in a fictionalized, magical 1880s wild west. its set in the american-equivalent country the democracy of silver and includes all of the magic that we know from typical d&d games. it's based in the town of lost, in the state of undersun, sandwiched between harsh deserts and the mountains

the pcs:

cass bluebell - she/her - human drunken master monk - played by @strangetorpedos

cass is the owner of the saloon in lost and mother to adopted 6 year old davey. she's stoic, fair, and always just a little too weary for all the things on her plate. she took over the saloon about 5 years ago after the murder of her mother by the mysterious assassin the brownbird, and spent years trying to solve the murder to no avail (until recently). middle aged repressed lesbian on main, didn't sign up for this shit - art

divine shook - she/her - aasimar eloquence bard + oath of the bear paladin - played by @masculinepeacock

divine is the schoolteacher in lost and lives with her wife sarah and brother-in-law hawk. former southern belle of the rich intervention family, now barely scraping by as the breadwinner of the household. chronically babygirl coded, ultimate bambi lesbian. is the angel of the deer god of poetry but currently follows the bear god of fire and families and talks to her god like she's her mom (she is in their hearts). currently dating(?) sheriff lizzie - tag

maeve marigold - she/her - kalashtar psychopomp sorcerer - played by kaity

maeve is a former sex worker turned recently hired psychopomp of the raven queen, soon to be doing the psychopomp thing full time. she always has the most insane response possible no matter what the question was and does not know how to read. she also did not know what a psychopomp was when she agreed to be one. is currently under the tutelage of latrowe, the raven queen's current psychopomp, and has been being plagued by dreams and nightmares she knows aren't her own

morel - they/them - firbolg knowledge cleric / spores druid - played by @floralprintshark

morel is the local witch doctor and prophet of the god of fungi and decay. lived on the outskirts of lost for many years, providing free healthcare to the vulnerable townsfolk who weren't safe with the town's stuffy doctor. after pining for years, finally in a relationship with cat after the "unfortunate" murder of her former husband, and jointly raising her daughter kitten and their mysteriously delivered baby juniper. goth sad cow - tag

onion - they/he/she - fey shepherd druid / fey wanderer ranger - played by @paladinbaby

onion is a smuggler and deliverer of changelings who was introduced to the party with the task of safely transporting them from lost to the neighboring state. he's Fey Neurodivergent and a bit of a grumpy messy dyke (gender neutral) who doesn't have a ton of connections but cares about his people very deeply. chosen family with waylon squad and best friends with brandi - tag

will orville - he/him - werewolf gunslinger fighter - played by @punkbarbarian

will is an "investigator" (mercenary) who was brought to town under instructions to find and kill the brownbird and then ended up staying because he is a big old sad puppydog who needed to learn to love again and is. he is so so autism dad on main and cries at the drop of a hat (affectionate). currently dating scruggs, the first relationship he's been in since his husband was killed 13 years ago - tag

the npcs:

brandi carlile "the brownbird" - she/he - aasimar wild card rogue + arcane archer fighter + vengeance paladin

white hat assassin and angel of the jackalope god of chaos and death. her father was the singular prophet of her god who was responsible for raising the jack to godhood until he was assassinated when she was a young child. now she kills mostly bad men, mostly other followers of the jack. despite that he's both very excitable and very wet n pathetic babygirl hours and pretty much just wants to be cared for. long-time best friends with onion and in a Situationship (derogatory) with lizzie - tag

sarah shook - she/they - human wildfire druid

divine's wife and hawk's sister, golden retriever wife guy on main always. excitable, loving, intensely adhd, spends their time gardening, talking folks ears off at the market, and reading smutty books with her wife. refuses to process any of her childhood and she's so normal about it. has a bear cub made of fire named honeysuckle that she was gifted by the bear god. currently making eye emojis at morel and cat - tag

hawk shook - he/him - human wild magic artificer

sarah's brother and divine's brother in law. trying his best but unfortunately his best is not great, fiercely protective and caring but not good at the whole adulting thing. so far unsuccessful at holding down a job but is now working (hopefully long term) for cass at the saloon. slutty, gay, too autistic for his own good. was the originator of the plan for him, sarah, and divine to leave their homestate and find a new place to live after working for divine's awful parents for years - tag

cat clyde stevens - she/her - orc life cleric

former wife of bobby clyde, now partnered with morel, mother of half orc kitten and newly adoptive mother of baby juniper. married bobby and had kitten very young, and was mistreated for years before developing a relationship with morel and finally gathering the courage to call the brownbird and have her kill bobby. shy, nervous, very caring, new to the cleric thing - tag

lizzie no - she/her - coyote shifter crown paladin

former big city reporter, currently the sheriff of lost. protective, prickly, observant, and more than a little neurotic. bitchy dyke fr fr. religious trauma on main. managed to make it to lost after getting shot and got adopted and taken care of by waylon. now sister to kelsey and scruggs. has been in love with divine for Years and is not quite sure what to do now that theyre A Thing. in a Situationship (derogatory) with brandi, and is former friends, almost lovers, enemies, to somethings, queerplatonic idiots with onion (they'll figure it out,,,) - tag

earl scruggs - he/him - orc tundra storm herald barbarian

former child criminal and enemy of the state turned refugee, now waylons "bodyguard" (read: gets paid to do fuckall). big burly russian man, chronic big brother disease, gentle giant who loves to cook and be silly. tboy swag. has to keep up a reputation around town for being mean and tough but is way more emotionally intelligent and caring than most people give him credit for. currently in Some Sort Of Relationship with will (read: they uhauled and haven't talked about it) - tag

kelsey wilson - they/them - changeling inquisitive rogue

delivered to waylon at age 5 by onion after their parents died, now his secretary but actually just professional babiest sibling. so incredibly autism creature, goth lolita stan always, very anxious about interacting with anyone outside their family so simply Doesn't. does not want to grow up because of The Circumstances TM and so keeps themself young using fey magic which is unfortunately giving them chronic fatigue. kind of a bitch - tag

waylon jennings - he/him - zombie, former lore bard

former professional muse, now the benefactor of lost. bitchy old gay man, doing his best to take care of his kids even if isn't always a peaceful house. got turned into a zombie during an outbreak but somehow managed to keep his consciousness and a little of his magic. has been friends with onion for decades but as he's gotten older has come to view her more like a daughter - tag

latrowe - he/him - coyote psychopomp

used to be just a regular coyote, got chosen by morel's god to be a gift to the raven queen and become her psychopomp. showed up in maeve's dreams for a while and is now in the process of training her to be the new psychopomp cause he really misses being. just a dog. very formal and stoic when he's not eating out of your trash, fights with a cool glowing dagger

roo panes - he/him - tiefling scribes wizard

a religious researcher who was supposed to be cataloguing the pantheons of the democracy but ended up parking in lost for a while to study the jack (autism special interest alert). ultimate nerd, way too talkative, twink who's one stiff breeze away from having his bi awakening. currently has a puppy crush on kelsey and hasn't put together that's why scruggs is mean to him

the gods:

ama - she/her - bear god of fire, families, and the home - worshiped by divine and cat, divine is her paladin ata - he/him - bison god of food, families, and the home - worshipped by sarah dakota - he/him - deer god of poetry, beauty, and magic - divine is his aasimar the jack - no pronouns - jackalope god of death, chaos, trickery, survival, and alcohol - worshiped by many townsfolk in lost, including cass's late mother, brandi is the jack's only aasimar kathairein - they/them - vulture god of fungi, decay, and disease - morel is their prophet nidaash - they/them - salmon god of sex, transformation, and journeys the raven queen - she/her - raven god of life and death, knowledge, divination, and the moon - maeve and latrowe are her psychopomps sidewinder - he/him - rattlesnake god of protection, safety, medicine, and the sun - lizzie is his paladin

ship tags:

divine/sarah divine/lizzie lizzie/brandi lizzie/onion will/scruggs + 2

#hi dont ask me how long this took me #lost township #dnd #dnd 5e campaign

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softschofield · 4 years

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kaitie!!!! quarantine is driving me crazy so i gotta ask do u think scho is a virgo or a taurus ??? i'm also back and forth with blake i can't decide if he's a cancer or a sagittarius

hello my love!!!!!! okay so i’ve tried to think about this before, and honestly? putting me being a taurus and obviously biased ASIDE, taurus really would suit scho and i can absolutely picture it. and given that my best friend is a sagittarius, YA ALREADY KNOW WHAT I’M GONNA SAY LMAO ♡

usually i’d go and do some research on the signs to try and match traits, but just going off the sagittariuses i know personally - sweet, kind, prone to childish mood swings, family-oriented, able to hold a bit of a grudge but they’ll still act lovely to the person because they’re too afraid of conflict to be mean - and then like the first thing i googled called blake tf out with this: “optimistic (read: naïve), honest (read: tactless)”?? hello?? i love the idea of him being a sag!!

and that aligns so well with the fact that i firmly believe he was already 18 in 1916 when the new conscription law passed, and that he arrived at the front after december 17th - which works perfectly, because then he would barely be this side of 19 in april. i love it!!! he was born in winter so he loves spring!! the poetry. and he’s absolutely be one of the people who lowkey happily brags about getting two rounds of presents for his birthday and christmas. we love to see it.

and then i caved and did a very basic google for taurus traits and, “practical, stoic, determined, stubborn, a dreamer and a lover of beauty and art and comfort”, boy.

so yes!!!! i absolutely love your takes, my darling!!! x

#asks #anon #ily!!!! <333333

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lavender-writing · 5 years

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well hello

I know I’ve been interacting with some people and blogs over the past week or two (?), but I’ve never introduced myself, my wip, or anything, and I’ve been kind of dormant for a couple days, so:

I’m kaity, I’m from the midwest (why yes, it is currently -52 F outside *long sigh*)

I’m a college student studying english and french

My current wip’s working title is Crossing, which I came up with while doing some worldbuilding a couple days ago! I’m so happy. (you have no idea how long I’ve been trying to come up with a title)

The wips genre is fantasy/sci-fi and new adult

My blog includes/will include:

- posts about ocs

- posts about my wip (drabbles, outlining, worldbuilding, etc)

- random poetry

- inspiration and prompts

- random posts about my life

- and probably a lot more

Yes! I do take asks and messages! Come talk to me!!

(ask me about my wip! it forces me to work on it!!)

#ppblog #intro post #writeblr #fantasy #scifi #new adult #my wip #crossing #hello hello #talk to me!#ocs #writing #my ocs #wip

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alienjock · 7 years

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i’ll be your compass; i’ll guide you home.

good shit

★ my ocs page ★ my writing ★ my edits ★

specifics

★ music ★ words ★ poetry ★ oceanlife ★ the ocean ★ aesthetic ★ cryptozoology ★

broad interests.

★ dungeons and dragons ★ critical role ★ harry potter ★ fire emblem fates / heroes / awakening ★ roosterteeth ★ achievement hunter ★ rwby ★ the adventure zone ★ izombie ★ overwatch ★ pokemon ★ avas demon ★

other sites.

★ twitter ★ pinterest ★ spotify ★ ao3 ★ the nicest place on earth ★ make everything okay ★ userboxes ★ sidebar icon credit (nsfw warning!) ★

my people.

my champions. my favorite people in the world. if we can’t find heaven, i’ll walk through hell with them.

★ sydney ★ laika ★ hayden ★ aedan <3 ★ percy <3 ★ bubs ★ heather ★ asia ★ dexter ★ jasper ★ travis ★ jade ★ dani ★

the royal court. fantastic, wonderful people who have left fingerprints on my heart.

★ kaity ★ curls ★ nick ★ andrew ★ alisha ★ ryn ★ marcy ★ sheep ★

#link page #ignore this pls

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spongebobsquarepiss · 6 years

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shakespearean asks (rip spelling)

thank u yuki ily!

A is for Ariel: Who does a lot of crud for Prospero. What is the most important thing you’ve ever done for a friend? What is the most important thing a friend did for you?

im honestly not sure what ive done thats important to a friend. my one of my friends told the counselor i was suicidal and i got the help i needed.

B is for Beatrice and Benedick: What is something you expected to suck but turned out really great?

My musical skills

C is for Caliban: Do you dislike being told what to do?

No im dumb and need guidance

D is for Dogberry: What’s the silliest thing you’ve ever done? Also: are you an ass? (PS: you’re as pretty a piece of flesh as any in Messina)

Honestly? i have no idea but two of my best friends make fun of me for saying listen too often and it cracks me tf up. And yes i am an ass on occasion

E is for Edmund and Edgar: Do you and your siblings get along (cuz these two sure don’t). If you don’t have siblings, pretend you do and answer.

i dont have any siblings but the closest i have is my best friend and we get along until one of us does something stupid and then we kill the other

F is for Friar Lawrence: What is the worst you’ve ever fucked up? Like hardcore “you done messed up”

Freshman year w my gf at the time, junior year same idea

G is for Ghost of King Hamlet: If you were to die and had one chance to talk to someone after death (so in ghost form), who would it be?

Tf if i know.

H is for Hamlet and Horatio: Are you a little gay with your best friend Who is your best friend in the world?

Y e s. Collin

I is for Iago: Have you ever done something mean or bad just because you can?

no?

J is for Julius Ceasar: What would you do first if you were put in charge of an empire

id give everyone food and water and a place to live

K is for Katherine: Can you not be tamed?

i probably can

L is for Lear: You have to write your will now. Who’s getting what?

God fuck ok. My instruments are going to collin. Kaities getting my books. Malcolm gets half of my pop culture shit, jj gets the other half. Yuki gets all my highlighters, washi tape, binders and japanese books uhh everything else? donno

M is for Macbeth: Have you ever been pressured into doing something you really really really don’t want to do?

yes

N is for Nurse: Do you know someone who’s always got your back?

yep

O is for Orsino: Do you generally like poetry? (sorry lame question)

Love poetry

P is for Puck: Best prank you ever played on someone?

ive never pulled a prank at least to my knowledge

Q is for Queen Gertrude: What is the worst thing you’ve ever tasted (and don’t say poisoned wine, if you’re answering questions it means you’re alive.)

i once had some chips that were three years too old to eat and it tasted like moldy cardboard and i puked on the spot

R is for Romeo: Do you fall in love quickly?

Too quickly

S is for Shylock: Do you tend to hold grudges?

Not really

T is for Titania: Do you fight for what you want or do you tend to be passive and give in?

Only when speaking about me being LGBT

U is for Ursula: Write a backstory for a minor character who you think deserves more

Honestly? i want a more in depth backstory for Aomine but i seriously dont want to get into it

V is for Viola: What gender do you define as?

male

W is for Watchmen: What is the most important thing you’ve ever been entrusted with?

My tuba

X is for PoliXenes (i tried, okay?): On a scale of 1-10 how ridiculous do you think “A Winter’s Tale” is (for better or for worse)?

8? i dont remember all that happens tbh

Y is for Yorick: Do you want everyone to remember you when you’re gone or are the people close to you enough?

i want to be remembered only by my close friends and those ive impacted

Z is for Zebsastian (Yes I know it’s spelled with an S be quiet I tried ok):What is the craziest thing you and your sibling ever did? (if you don’t have one talk about something you did with another family member or friend)

i dont think ive ever done anything super crazy so idk??? My life is pretty fucking boring

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flyforever · 1 year

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For fear of the end

I pray not to send

word of what I know

to be true in my mind

when I failed to be kind

And spoke what I usually showed

A glimmer of tomorrow hides in the past

I hope for a love which will soon be my last

Your voices and faces will blend

into a symphony of time

lost in the remnants

of my broken mind

#poem #poetry #kaityspoetry #kaitys poetry #kaity'spoetry #Kaity's poetry

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flyforever · 11 months

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Yo puedo a tomar una nueva idioma

una vida nueva

entre de la amanecer y la noche

sin a ti

#spanish #poem #poetry #fuck off #kaityspoetry #Kaity's poetry #kaitys poetry

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flyforever · 1 year

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To Bike Rides Without Helmets

What is left of the

Broken pavement

That we trusted more than our eyes

What is left of my

Eloquent words

Besides

Mornings

Of timeless starlight

That

Wishes

Say

Goodbye

To Nabokov and the Abyss

Time is always running out

Falls with the fading sunlight

Trekking towards an unknown route

Silently walking towards endless night

Love always floods with abundance

No matter the storm in the sky

United by time’s redundancy

We join our hands as we lie

Facing the abyss of the unknown

To My No Longer Best Friend

Time slows down until quiet consumes the hours

Sentiment of words

Lost to silence, decay of old feelings

Forget all I said for love is now dead

Although insistent,

persistently I still pursued the past

And though I look back she moves forward

Always walks away

While my heart frays with introspective days

Earth released her first breathe as a gentle little hum

While My heart echoed the leaves of brittle autumn

Longing for life, summer that reminds me of her name

Even though it burnt the tip of my tongue all the same

Enraptured as infatuation was redefined

By the curves of the letter m and little lines

How easy it was to lose myself in what she said

Her words softer than my own, reminding me of red

Heat and joy compared to my own—empty, vacant

Hollow as wind while she could make a curse decent.

She spoke everything, nothing, the same things in new ways,

A vibrant masterpiece for someone who awoke a few miles north.

While I repeat her memory for more than it’s worth.

I overrun those memories in repetition

Until they all fall flat in their own depletion

I imagine there was a way I could have kept her

There’s a universe where our friendship could’ve stayed pure

If only I could find a way to diminish

The words I bound before our friendship was finished

Inside a letter I had once signed, concluded “with love”

I knew her and I knew better I should have thought of

My feelings as infatuation for maybe

I could say hello before she said bye, you see

There were nights we had danced separately

Closely while our steps

Echoed in the dawn where I’m forgotten

I never knew the meaning of “perfect”

‘Til little moments

When darkness consumed us in the night then

Earth was illuminated by her smile

I forgot to breathe

For a second that felt like a minute

She began to talk. I remembered to exhale.

Her voice would claim the silence of my own so pale

And fragile while she spoke everything between us

She might’ve forgot in her laughter so contagious

The silent words I had longed to share or she knew

It was better that way except when not, for you

Know that eyes can speak more, though easy to ignore

Perhaps my affections were too easy to deplore

Or she may not have heard me while walking away

So how could I ever blame her if she didn’t stay

Eventually her absence will feel more natural

Maybe I could convince myself that we ran out of things to say

And I will breathe fresh, open air amongst quiet pathos

To My Love

If you

Want

Sorry

Look

Her

To Another Language

Weiß virum aura

And my mind is burning

With words I hardly understand

Too distant to string together

Though they sit on the tongue

light as a feather

To The Woman Who Was Forgotten

I used to love you

Long before I loved myself

I thought that your words

Were more important than my good health

Of mind lost to loneliness

And memories of bleeding hearts

That blushed pink above the bluebells

The cherry blossom that rose in the sunlight

Only to freeze within your touch

A history of flowering thoughts

That died with our love

Before 2019

I saw your face in the morning light

Where miles away you always smile.

Except on the days the birds quiet

While the clouds mutter their soft cries.

There is a place which no longer exists

Where summers were simple and we were comfortable

And to have your company was for all I wished.

But love is a nightmare and dreams delectable

And it’s easier to sleep than to meet you in the morning.

Though I long to touch you,

Fingers lingering over your heart

Sometimes goodbyes are easier to hold onto than you are.

Maybe you love me too,

But someday I will love her.

And she’ll greet me in the morning light

Where we’ll always love and rarely fight.

Maybe then I can say goodbye,

But until then I now fear

You’re all I have besides my tears.

To my Childhood

Timeless effortless wasted effervescence

Of a girl who always wanted to be older

So she could walk down whatever street she liked

And make friends with whomever without her mother to chide

Growing up was about adventure until it was about make up

And boys she never truly wanted to kiss

But they drove her far from home and that was enough

For a moment it felt like love

Way Before 2019

Before & After & Back Again

Just a child waking up in the wrong place.

I forgot where I fell asleep until grandma sings

“good morning, good morning, it’s time to start the day.”

‘The day starts a bit too early here’, and I begin

Amongst bright yellow walls. Too cheerful for me,

Grandpa laughs. Grandma sings, but it’s morning.

And grandma smiles while she drinks coffee.

I never did see her add a dash of milk

Yet she smiles as if it’s so sweet.

Breakfast is made and my stepdad arrives. I think

‘my mom said he lives for schedules.’ He’s never late

And she’s right. He’s always there in time to drink

A cup of coffee with grandpa, but we never debate;

We’re out the door when he says Reagan, Bush, or Republicans.

And I’m on my way to school before eight.

Years later they move out and we move in

And I don’t tell mom she put the mugs in the wrong place.

I remind myself that change is not a sin.

(until I wake one morning with a new taste

For cheerful mornings I used to hate.)

Fate, Otherwise Known As…

If you lose direction you might head towards fate.

A destination with no heart, mindless fate,

You can listen to it hum and where it flows

From eternity’s basket grows. Timeless fate

Holds the future that waits as a mystery,

As a construction of history. Predetermined fate,

For people constructed walls, wars, and words before

They confined the world forevermore. Instructed fate

Lives in constructed notions, bias, and days forgotten

That wait to alter our minds before first breathe. Divine fate

Could be a trail of history, the remains of civilizations,

Values unconsciously obtained through dictation. Universal fate—

We impose a great democracy, but freedom will remain a concept.

So now a young Lamb considers what is: evident, intractable fate.

To Love Her

Sometimes I recall the cadence

Hear the rise and fall of vowels

Dancing amongst consonants.

Golden voice of hers now rests

Captured near a cherished alcove

Trapped in sound, in reverie

Summer lives eternally

Inside moments she forgot of.

Soon my memory fades too

Disappears until only tied

To the day when she was mine.

(When impulse claims the rational and leaves me here as nothing to fall towards nothing [onto my knees] all I have left is leaving.)

2/21/18

I never found peace

from starting over again.

I never felt bliss

found in a stranger’s kiss.

When I simply wanted,

needed to see an old friend.

Dedicated To

Long ago summers meant water flavored by raspberries or a garden hose and memories of joy sparked by a sprinkler

My yard too small and yours plagued by thistles

The smell of a pasture still reminds me of you

Country girls with golden curls and a young boy herding cattle

I wonder

Since this reminds me of you which senses lead you to a small city where my mom wouldn’t let us run further than the fourth house on the block

I remember

Strangers who insisted we were cousins

Who would not trust a young girl introducing her young aunts and uncle

They did not comprehend the hours we spent growing up together

Mine is a splintered family tree,

Trailing in tangled roots and memories

Broken branches and betrayals

And waiting for the next one to break

To the Woman I Used to Be

To close away my heart

is the last thing that makes sense

It is the first thing that is needed

To dispose of my aching love of despair

Find me heartbroken

In love and no longer enchanted

To Everyone:

The Reason Why I Still Write

A Final Note

If I cannot speak in syllables

If you do not wish me to

Then I have symbolism

Rhymes

Esoteric and outdated

But at least I can speak

–But who will listen?

–As always

#poetry #poem #kaityspoetry #kaity'spoetry #Kaity's poetry #kaitys poetry #c'est moi

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