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dragonsfell · 2 months
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[ INBOX / accepting ] ⸻ @mccnrxse sent in ⸻ “ Where were we? Who am I? What day is it? Why do my arms hurt? ” [ to - up to you; from - Kaylessa ]
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One thing that they would never tire of was that burst of an energy when one wakes after their lights had been knocked out. Now, in theory, they would prefer no one end up hurt and in need of a more delicate and extensive spell-sowing. Except wherever they went, there was no such thing as a perfect world.
The sight that the sorcerer is met with when she wakes is one of stars. A silvery spectral chalice glows over their head, knocked over and looks to be pouring the night sky over their form which in and of themself is made up of constellations. This was the druid's craft, a starry form empowered by their astrological understanding. This form is weaker if only because Faerun's skies are unknown but it's how they heal best.
❝ Now I wouldn't know what day nor month myself ⸺ ❞ Details the far-traveler had yet to work out, but Cora'kesh offers a smile nonetheless. Unbothered with that detail, ❝ You went on ahead and when we followed, you were flat on your back with the lights out. So your guess is as good as mine. Soreness is normal, but that should fade as the healing magic takes further root in your veins. ❞
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itsalcngstory · 2 months
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Kaylessa writes 'you are the coolest :)' near Nysa's bellybutton
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A brow quirks at the written statement, smallest smile forming on her features nonetheless. "Thanks Kay - you're pretty cool to."
@mccnrxse || Write on the muses!
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lunararcher · 3 years
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How in the WORLD
do people come up with the harebrained schemes that Ladybug has to use her Lucky Charm for? It's always a ridiculously random object and the solution for using it is never obvious.
So how do I, someone who's really bad at writing battle sequences anyway, come up with an unconventional object with an in obvious purpose for defeating her foes?
THIS IS A LEGITIMATE CRY FOR HELP
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godaithespy-blog · 7 years
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What I Can Remember: Not Much - Day 21...I guess
Dramatis personæ: Godai (五大) - Teifling Warlock Chuck Berry - Human Paladin Twenty-Seven (Clarissa) - Teifling Sorcerer Fastidicus Prunefanny - Half-elf Cleric
DAY 2. Nope. 21
Yesterday, I was walking alongside about 200 folk and trying to decide whether I want to stick with this crew or branch off on my own now that I’ve decided not to turn over Sev (Sorry...Clarissa, I think? I’ll have to have her explain it all) to the deadbeats who decided not to pay me. It was the first day of the month. 
Today I wake up and it’s apparently the 21st? My buddies (I think I can call them buddies now, right?) and I have no recollection of the past two tendays even though we were apparently walking around and everything during that time. Not sure what’s going on here at Red Gulch, but it really threw me off my game. I kept slipping into Gus’s weird gruel-eating accent for some reason. I couldn’t remember what voice I was using around this group and it was really fucking my shit up. I have enough trouble remembering who I am without forgetting the better part of a month.
The Swinging Sword isn’t so bad. Bunk beds are better than a tent in the woods. The mattresses are a bit lumpy, but we are in the cheap sleeps so I won’t complain.
Kaylessa brought us out our breakfast and looked at us oddly when we got down to the dining room. She’s how we found out we’ve been around for awhile. She knew us. She thought we were acting weird. Probably because we didn’t know her beyond seeing her when we checked in last night.
Clar got into an altercation with a guard. Put a hole in the back of her outfit with his dagger. That’s not a euphemism. Though he has been labeled Dagger Dick by our group. Perhaps Chuck will write a song. I really think he missed his calling as a Bard. Anyway, Dagger Dick was trying to keep Clarissa from this noble sitting across the way, so I tried to speak with her in my special way, but she blocked me. I accidentally moved the swinging door into the kitchen area. It’s like a sneeze. Being blocked feels so strange.
Blah blah blah. Sev...I mean Clarissa...won’t let up when it comes to trying to get at the money. I think she’ll probably mellow out with a little more age. She’s still pretty young and doesn’t seem to realize that she’s being obvious. Eventually she’ll learn that people are more likely to part with their gold if they don’t realize that’s what you’re after.
Gus talked to a racist shithead. They talked about their gods. God. Same god, different region. I guess. Listen, I know the music because it helps me fit in with certain groups, but the details all sound like mumbo jumbo. Not like my patron. My patron makes sense. No songs about Volgna-Gath as they keep themself secret and guard their knowledge. Anyway. The guy was a douche.
There was also this uppity maid. She kept basically telling us to leave. She was rude. She seems like the kind of person who would give meaningful looks to her companion and elbow them in the side. But, of course, if she’d done that, I would have noticed.
Clarissa apparently went upstairs to dress up like an old guy and follow the noble woman. 一本気。Chuck, Gus, and I went to check out the strange all-faiths shrine next door. I have no real affiliation with any of those gods. I went along with Chuck to check out Lliira though. I figure I should figure out what Chuck’s into if we’re going to be hanging out and Gus’s god wasn’t even there in the correct form. 
Anyway, Chuck is really good at reading out loud. Maybe he should be an orator. Or a bard. I don’t know. Maybe he’s good at paladining too. Just haven’t seen that yet.
We went to join Fastidicus, who had made his way down to Lanthander’s part of the shrine. Dudes hanging out there were totally racist too. Wouldn’t let me put on one of their fancy gold capes. I thought about pushing it, but I’ll choose my battles. Anyway, apparently we need to take out a necromancer for them. Anyway...there was more that happened, but I told Chuck I was just going to the bathroom, not writing in my secret spy-coded journal. He’ll think I was attacked by a toilet goblin if I don’t make my way back. I’ll write about the rest of this weird day soon.
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lunararcher · 3 years
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No, I'm not shutting up about Trollhunters
Can you imagine if Jim had looked his mom in the eye and told her very seriously, "I do not feel safe around Strickler"?
Like, the show has her playing it off as thinking he's just being a jealous teenager weirded out by his mom dating his teacher. But if he had pulled the unsafe card? Like, maybe he doesn't mean it in a way she's thinking, but there are some pretty serious conclusions a mother can jump to from something like that.
Actually...
BRB, I'm gonna write it...
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lunararcher · 3 years
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Super Pen Pals Part II, Chapter 1
Hero with a Thousand Faces
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27813712/chapters/68093671
(because if someone needs to be a self-promoting fiend around here, I guess it can be me!)
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lunararcher · 3 years
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Super Pen Pals Part II Chapter 8
Marinette is Barbara's biggest fan.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27813712/chapters/68877570
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lunararcher · 3 years
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Oh look
My fanfiction has been blessed by the presence of one wildly demanding in caps lock of rage that I update.
This means I'm one of the cool kids now, right?
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lunararcher · 3 years
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Super Pen Pals Part II Chapter 4
Night Patroll
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27813712/chapters/68417117
(What’s this? Feels? In MY fanfiction? Yup! Sorry, not as crack as you might have thought!)
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lunararcher · 3 years
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Super Pen Pals Part II Chapter 17
Boy gives friend his mother’s phone number. Keep reading to see what happens next!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27813712/chapters/70066353
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lunararcher · 3 years
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Super Pen Pals Part II Chapter 7
Our two heroes and their troubles with the boys in blue...
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27813712/chapters/68776857
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lunararcher · 3 years
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Super Pen Pals Part II Chapter 15
Jim has a decision to make, and no one who can make it for him.
(okay, but seriously, the events of this chapter are what inspired me to write this whole freaking fic in the first place. It's very special to my heart)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27813712/chapters/69771078
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lunararcher · 3 years
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Super Pen Pals Part II Chapter 14
There are just too many secrets in the world, you know?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27813712/chapters/69652968
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lunararcher · 3 years
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Super Pen Pals Part II Chapter 20
Superfoods
Changelings, cheese, and trust.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27813712/chapters/70437129
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lunararcher · 3 years
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Super Pen Pals Part II Chapter 26
Lucky Charm
It’s time to de-evilize!
(omg, I can’t believe I actually USED that line, I hate the English translation of that phrase so much…what is so wrong with saying “purify”?)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27813712/chapters/71509401
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lunararcher · 3 years
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Super Pen Pals Part II Chapter 12
Jim has to keep interested parties updated on his adventures. He’s pretty bad at it.
(Whoops! I actually posted this chapter late Thursday night so I didn't have to worry about doing it on Christmas day. Just forgot to make a Tumblr post about it!)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27813712/chapters/69361698
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