#matt is finally a dwarf!!

[pandoraslxna]

hi! first and foremost all of ur writing is GODSENT I’m hooked‼️ secondly, i saw ur requests were open and was wanting to see if you could write a neteyam smut where the reader is in heat and is completely insatiable so it leads to some thigh riding and it just isn’t making the cut so he just sits you on his face? and I love ur characterization so with lots of dialogue and him talking you through it pretty please🙏🏽 thank you for gifting us constantly !!

The heat that spreads

adult Neteyam x female avatar reader

Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, thigh riding, oral, face sitting, praise kink, heat cycle

Words: 1.9k

Notes: thank you so much for your kind words they mean the world to me!! 😭🫶🏻 I had so much fun writing this skfjdks

Being a Na’vi had it’s perks.

The newly unlocked strength, heightened senses of smell, inhuman hearing and the agility of your avatar body— it was incredible! But there were still some things you had to get used to. One of these things being the monthly heat cycle every female Na’vi goes through, once their bodies are fully developed. It’s a blessing and a curse. You still haven’t figured out when exactly it happens, you just know that it’s not regular and therefore usually comes as a surprise. But you and your mate are trying to make the best out of it.

Right now, you’re sitting on Neteyam thigh, helping him braid his hair, when it suddenly hits you. It starts with a strange yet familiar feeling in your stomach, a warmth that spreads from your lower abdomen right into your lap. It tingles. Makes your head feel dizzy and clouded. You can feel your pupils dilate, senses on high alert as you inhale your mates scent. Neteyam smells like rain, fresh cut grass and tree bark. "What’s wrong?", he tilts his head, some of his braids lazily fall over his shoulder and you swallow thickly. He caresses your cheek with his big hand, thumb gently brushing over your bottom lip. "'Teyam", it comes out as a whine and you blush, "I- I think I‘m starting my…" Neteyams eyes widen. Has it been a month already? He thinks back to the last time with a smug grin on his face, when the two of you couldn’t leave the nest for nearly three days.

You try to clench your thighs together for some friction but it’s impossible with Neteyams leg inbetween them. You curse the position your in, but then he shifts under you, the muscle of his thigh brushes against your clit and you gasp.

You don’t even mean to, but your body has a mind of its own and you slowly start grinding yourself against his thigh. "Please", you beg for his touch, "C-Can we, uhm…" Your eyes point to the weaved sleeping matt, that you two share, across the marui pod. A contented purr of your name rumbles in his chest, your toes curling into the soles of your feet as your name drips from his tongue like warm honey. "Keep doing that", he chuckles and guides your hips to keep moving, "We‘ll get to mating soon, my sweet girl. Now I just want to help you get to your release. The first of many." His words aren’t just promises, they’re vows. He enjoys the days of your heat more than anything, willing to bend you in every possible position until you’re finally satisfied. His stamina seemingly increased during these times, thanks to a certain hormone only the female’s mate could smell.

You whimper softly, the tips of your ears burning with an intense heat as you stare up at your mate through lidded eyes. Neteyams words sent your heart a flutter, stomach bunching into a tight knot as your nerves tingle like a live wire.

You felt small sitting on his thigh, dwarfed by his much larger stature as you struggle to stay seated. You can feel the heat pooling rapidly in the pit of your stomach, heart beating hard against your ribs and pounding loudly in your ears as your breaths come out in short, rough pants. Your pussy clenches around nothing and it almost drives you insane. It hurts.

You experiment with different paces and pressures, trying to figure out the best way to get yourself off. It doesn’t take very long to find out what works best for you.

"You're dripping all over my thigh,” Neteyam notes amused. He’s mesmerized by the sight of you using him for your own pleasure.

You take a deep, shuddering breath, tongue darting over your dry lips as you swallow around the lump in your throat.

"'Teyam," you wail, voice turning into a whine laced with tiny hiccups. "It’s, fuck, it’s not enough… It hurts, I want to– need to cum so bad."

"I know, little one. You're doing so well for me", he praises, with his fingers digging into your hips he helps you move faster and cause more and more friction. Neteyam then tenses the muscles of his thigh, which completely changes the feeling. It’s so much harder now, the friction a lot more satisfying. "Better?"

You nod frantically, incapable of forming a coherent response.

Every rock of your hips is bringing you a jolt of pleasure. It feels so euphoric that you find yourself never wanting it to end. Everything‘s being stimulated with each buck of your hips and small shivers shot up your spine every time you brush your clit against his muscles.

You were growing wetter by the second, so much so that a wet patch was beginning to form on his skin. Which was making it easier and even more pleasurable for you to glide yourself up and down his thigh. When you brush your clit once more, you really couldn’t help the loud moan that left your lips.

"You’re close already, aren’t you? My sweet girl is going to cum just from grinding herself on my thigh", Neteyam chuckles teasingly and his intense eye contact is too much for you. You shy away from him but his free hand reaches for your face, thumb and forefinger digging into your jaw as he tilts your chin up. "No, you keep looking at me with those pretty eyes or I’ll stop." You can feel his hot breath against your skin, every hair on the nape of your neck standing up at his close proximity. "D-Don’t stop, please! Please I’m so– so close Neteyam!" Your breathing wavered, hot, burning coil in your stomach threatening to snap as you tremble. He‘s in complete control of your movements, strong hands digging at your hip so hard, you know it’s going to bruise tomorrow. He moves your body along to the rhythm that you desire. Your face twists with pleasure as you moan with complete abandon, his name like a prayer on your lips as your wet pussy slides across his thigh. Neteyam hums, voice deep and thick as he speaks to you in a hushed whisper. "It’s okay, little one. You can cum, let go for me."

You don’t hesitate to obey his command, the coil in your stomach shattering into a million pieces as your orgasm violently courses through you. Your body trembles and you scream your mates name with pure bliss, clinging to him like your life depends on it. Your movements falter, fingers numb as you hold tight onto his shoulders and what little sanity you had left. Neteyam forces you to ride out the waves of your pleasure high, pressing his leg hard against your clit until you beg for him to stop, crying that’s it’s too much but not enough at the same time. If he keeps that rhythm up, you’re sure you would immediately cum again.

Your legs are shaking and you pitch forward, burying your head against his board chest and seeking the warmth of his skin. His sturdy grip on you slowly eases, fingers gently threading through your braided hair and his other hand caressing your back to soothe the erratic beating of your heart. You hum with content as you press your ear against his chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat as you try to regain control of your breathing.

"How do you feel, my love?", he kisses the top of your head.

It doesn’t take long for the familiar heat to return to your core, spreading like a wild fire and you hide your blushing face in his chest. "Wasn’t enough", you mumble and it’s barely above a whisper. "Hm, I thought so", Neteyam grins, "my desperate little mate." You don’t even know what’s happening at first, as he maneuvers you into a new position. When your eyes fly open, you find your mate almost flat on the ground, laying right below you and with his head resting between your thighs. Your eyes widen when he playfully bites down onto the soft flesh of your thigh, careful not to actually hurt you with his canine. His hot breathe fans over the wet skin of your cunt and you shiver. "Neteyam, what are you–" He leans forward to place a sudden kiss right on your clit and you choke on your words. "Sit down", he demands and his words alone make you weak in the knees. One of his hands cups your ass and the other one your hip, with his three long fingers digging into your skin he supports you, pulls you down closer to where he licks his lips, ready to consume his favorite meal. You do as you’re told, carefully lowering yourself to sit on his face and immediately, his tongue darts out to lick a stripe from your dripping entrance to your clit.

He moans at your taste, at the way you fist your hands in his hair to anchor him so you can rut against his face. Against his nose and those puffy lips, so roughly that you can feel his head moving with the force of your hips. And yet he’s moaning uncontrollably, gasping and groaning your name and between slurps and sucks.

He’s a voracious pussy eater. Tireless, hungry, eager to please, but most of all responsive even though he’s nearly smothered under your weight as you ride his face.

"Holy shit— oh, fuck, 'Teyam you’re gonna make me cum again!"

His mouth and his tongue work overtime, swirling around your clit. Suckling on your lips. Sticking his tongue as far into you as he possibly can, ignoring his aching jaw to lick up every little drop of your delicious juices. Smothering himself and shortening his breath from stuffing his nose into your mound to reach as far into you as he can. And then– then, Neteyam does the one thing that he knows you absolutely love.

Taking a hand off your hip, he slips two of his fingers into your soaking wet cunt and curls them just right. Pairing powerful strokes of his hand with long sucks of his mouth, he coaxes you over the edge with such familiarity and such confidence that it takes your breath away. Literally.

"Neteyam!” You gasp, hands fisting in his hair and pulling as your thighs snap tight around his head. Your orgasm almost takes you out, it makes you shake like the leaves of a tree in a storm, your muscles jumping and spasming and making you twitch uncontrollably until it plateaus into complete, white-out inducing bliss. His fingers keep pumping in and out of you through the clamping of your walls, stretching out your orgasm until you’re slumping down ever so slowly, your body slowly going limp from the incredible pleasure.

With a gentle tap to your thigh, you untangle yourself from your mate, lifting your hips from his face. He’s glistening with your slickness and it makes you flustered. When he sits up, your eyes immediately fall on the outline of his hard and painfully neglected cock under his loincloth. It makes you swallow almost hungrily.

He grins at you, palming himself over the thin cloth as he repositions himself once again. With a hand flat on your chest he gently lays you down and then sits on his heels, right between your thighs. "Satisfied yet?", he tilts his head and licks his lips clean. You shake your head no and he chuckles. "What do you want? Talk to me, my sweet girl and I’ll do whatever you want."

"More. Please, I want… more."

#avatar 2 #neteyam #neteyam sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam x reader #neteyam x female reader #awow #avatar way of water #atwow #･ ｡ﾟ☆: *my works* :☆ﾟ.

[bluemantics]

Klance Coffee Shop AU

Normally, Keith didn’t mind working at the coffee shop. It was a cute, homely place, with soft black couches and low tables and blackboards decorated with adorable seasonal doodles. His brother was his boss, so hours were flexible and pay was high. The free coffee definitely didn’t hurt, either. 

“I’ll have one black coffee with no sugar, no milk, nothing. Besides coffee. I would like coffee.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Keith said, tone flat.

He knew the cash register like the back of his hand. Making a cappuccino was as easy as breathing. His record for how quick it could take him to mop the entire store floor was down to only six minutes. 

Usually, Keith only had to deal with one or two new customers, and they were rarely impolite or disruptive. Shiro’s Coffeehouse serviced a college campus, so most of the customers were semester-based regulars. They’d pop in starting at 7:30 AM like clockwork, grab a chai-latte-whatever, and speed out to their eight AMs like their asses were on fire. 

“Just go in, Lance.”

Today, though, was different.

Keith had been watching Pidge yell at their friend for the past five minutes. Pidge worked Tuesdays and Thursdays with him during afternoon shifts, a job she picked up through Matt, Shiro’s best friend. That’s why he was surprised to see them standing in front of Shiro’s at 10 on their day off, a mischievous look on their face. 

It was weird, to be honest. Keith had seen them approach, dragging the lanky man dressed in blue alongside a taller man with an orange headband. Pidge was dwarfed by the other two, but when they spotted Keith making awkward eye contact with the lanky one, they’d instantly started digging into him with words Keith couldn’t make out through the glass.

Lanky Guy had protested back, which started a chain of verbal mudslinging that lasted for five. Whole. Minutes. Even Headband Guy joined in, on Pidge’s side.

Keith wasn’t ashamed to admit he was curious, but when Lanky Guy– Lance– was shoved in, he supposed he was about to find out. Lance took his place in line behind the woman who ordered the black coffee and squirmed while she fished through her wallet to pay. 

Finally, she walked away, and Lance approached. 

“Welcome to Shiro’s, what would you like to order?” Keith droned. 

“That ass!” Lance blurted out. 

Keith did not react. 

A long pause ensued. Keith stared at Lance, his hand hovering over the register touchscreen, face passive. He watched Lance realize what he’d said, eyes widening, cheeks darkening, stock still. He registered Headband Guy adopting an expression of silent horror, standing off to the side of the cafe. He also registered Pidge’s gleeful, evil grin from beside Headband Guy.

He decided he might as well take pity on Lance, who obviously had been subjected to their scheming. 

“We don’t sell that here,” he said slowly. “But we do have coffee. And pastries. I like the danishes.”

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#keith kogane #lance mcclain #klance #voltron #klance fic #lance voltron #vld #klance fanfiction #fanfiction #klance voltron #klance coffee shop au #coffee shop au #bluemantics completed fanfiction

[cedricsnotdead]

ok so yesterday i was watching the two towers for the 56th time and i was suddenly hit by the stupidest w.i.t.c.h. AU idea, where:

we have five brave and mighty hobbits: will, the bearer of the heart of kandrakar tasked with destroying it in mount kandrakar together with her companions cornelia, hay lin, irma and taranee

and then we have the fellowship of the heart who accompanies the five hobbits in this quest:

caleb, a human also known as strider, great fighter, possibly heir to the throne of gondor, kicks helmets when frustrated

orube, an elf with amazing fighting skills, great archer, awesome elf eyes that see miles away, her dad is a fashion icon in mirkwood

vathek, definitely not a dwarf but still good with the ax, has a prejudice against elves, but overall a good boi

matt, a human who becomes tempted by the heart of kandrakar, thinks that one does not simply walk into kandrakar and is probably right

yan lin the gray, an old but powerful wizard, has some grudges with the balrog

and then we have some more elves and creatures:

weira, lady of rivendell, a millenary elf, she’s the one who sends the fellowship of the heart to kandrakar

elyon, daughter of weira, also an elf, but she’s in love with caleb so she might want to become human at some point

cassidy, an extremely powerful elf lady who has banished the big baddie into the state he is now

nerissa, who was corrupted by the heart of kandrakar and then became a creature consumed by the desire for her precious, she knows the way to mount kandrakar

and then we have the baddies,

phobos, also known as the lord of the nazgûl or the witch-king of metamoor, he is the head of the thugs dressed in black who look for the heart of kandrakar for the big boss, wears fancy pointy boots and has overall impeccable style

cedric the white, a powerful wizard who turned to the dark side and commands a huge army of orcs for the big boss

and finally... the final boss, the big baddie, the one who created the heart of kandrakar and now is just an eye looking for it - THE ORACLE OF KANDRAKAR

the list is not exhaustive, i accept suggestions for other characters

#w.i.t.c.h. #lord cedric #w.i.t.c.h. cedric #orube #elyon escanor #phobos escanor #will vandom #cornelia hale #irma lair #taranee cook #hay lin #ramblings

[12pt-times-new-roman]

I missed the first hour of combat but — C3E62, let's go!

"We built this for you!" oh honey.

Bor'dor has the lucky feat.

"In the aura of this oddly dunamantic energy emanating from Ashton—" Is this the first time Matt has confirmed that Ashton's abilities are dunamantic in nature? I know it's been obvious from our standpoint for a while now, and it was implied to the party by Caleb's mention of dunamis, but is that the first time it's been acknowledged in-game?

As Laudna starts to get flashes of memories eventually leading to Delilah, her ribcage cracks open to release a hound of ill omen modeled after the Briarwoods' undead hounds.

The dome above the temple begins to glow as a voice echoes from above. "Leave or be judged." A winged celestial being — a Dawnborn Angel — descends, with a flaming sword in one hand, to the middle of the chamber.

As far as I can tell, this is a home-brew. The Judicator seems to be modeled on a planetar (same AC and similar abilities, though likely a lower CR), but the "dawnborn angel" resembles nothing I can find.

Prism refers to herself at the Matron of Ravens' daughter. Now, her calling the Matron "mother" makes sense given the goddess' titles and namelessness; but being a shadar-kai and a wizard who has a "complicated relationship" with the Matron while calling herself the Matron's daughter is definitely cause for concern.

Deni$e has 3-4 rogue levels.

"The Judicator does not back down, it does not feel fear." It's also an "entity trained to hunt those of arcane persuasions." All I can think of are cybermen from Doctor Who.

The summons get the HDYWTDT on the Judicator!

A mid-combat break?? Is this gonna be a C2E86 situation where the entire episode is combat?

An angel, a demon, and an earth elemental walk into a bar...

Orym climbs the demon's back and sits on its shoulders like he's mounting a horse, which it begrudgingly allows.

Ashton speaks to the now-uncontrolled earth elemental in primordial. "We gotta get these people out of your home. Can you get me up there?" With its reaction (read: because Matt is giving the party some leeway here), the elemental grabs Ashton and attempts to huck them up to the angel with a nat20 (what the FUCK is the count on this? this pendulum has got to swing in this half, yeah?), because "the spirits of the forest have taken over where the arcana has failed."

The barlgura grapples the angel and brings it to the ground.

THERE'S the Chop Suey joke, finally. "When angels deserve to dieeee...."

Deni$e has a barbarian rage ability called "spirit of the mountain"? I can't find any barbarian subclass with this ability, and it's not a dwarf thing, so is this a home-brew barbarian subclass?

Bor'dor gets his second HDYWTDT on the angel with a 5th level inflict wounds. He holds its head, kisses its forehead, and says, "enough."

A second Judicator, the one that was patrolling the city, approaches the temple, but turns around and leaves at the sight.

It's so interesting to think about the way this battle would be interpreted in different campaigns. In C1, this would've been a heroic tale of villagers rising up against their oppressors and succeeding; in C2, it would've had underlying tones of national, material, Exandrian politics rather than theological ones, but still would've had that tinge of objective victory; and in C3, it is inundated by theological rhetoric and the politics of the gods, and mired by uncertain, subjective success.

The Judicators' masks are not worn, they are fused to the skull. (Again. Cybermen.)

Eventually, Abadeena's magic, alongside the spirits of the forest and the magic of the villagers, reduces the temple to rubble.

Orym is reconciling, trying to bring together conflicting goals, and Laudna clocks it with a pissed-off expression.

One by one, the remaining "captives" begin to follow the first into the forest, exiting the township and heading to the north, except for a single child. "I'm... I just wanted to feel like I belonged to something, you know, I—" And Abandeena responds, "Do you understand why this was wrong?" With that, they feel the final weight lifted, the hillside and village finally free.

Laudna approaches Abadeena. "Be careful not to become what you despise." She looks back with a genuine honesty. "Sometimes, you must do things you wish weren't yours to do for the betterment of your people. I'm not proud of everything I've done, but don't think your words are lost on me." "There's a thin line between being a savior and an oppressor." "Well. Thank you for being our saviors... we hear, of the Loam and the Leaf, thank you. For your deeds, whatever we can do, you have it." She casts some healing, and allows the Bells Hells to sleep in her house for the night because she can't cast scrying today.

Ashton asks for a private word with themself, Abadeena, and Prism. Nothing comes of it yet, as the village begins to gather toward the city center. They cook, swap stories, and sing.

For the first time in a long time, the village is free to give their thanks to the eidolons and to each other.

Bor'dor can't stop thinking of the face of the angel as they died, and he doesn't know whether he did the right thing. "Something is happening, and faith is shaken."

Prism is trying to view all of this with a skeptical, academic, objective mind, but she can't help but second-guess her subjective experience because everyone's happy and everyone's sad. She feels that this was a net good, but feels that compromises her objectivity.

Ashton believes that, leaving everything out of view out of consideration, this was a net good. They go with Prism and Abadeena behind a tree. ("It's time to get sexy now! It's our turn!" Talisein please)

There were tithes taken from the townsfolk. The temple was wealthy enough; these were not taken by the arbiters of the temple, according to Abadeena. She drags it to the city center, and Prolef begins to redistribute the wealth taken by the temple back to the townspeople.

While that exchange was happening, Orym finds Laudna. She remarks that the townspeople are ignorant of the greater evils in the world. They both agree that this ship is sinking, but this town doesn't know that; they agree that they are frustrated at their ignorance, their bliss, and lament that they have to get back to their people.

Laudna and Orym are so angry, but they can't articulate why — it feels to them like they just put themselves in great danger, when there's so much more at stake than there is in "this piss-ant town dealing with their piss-ant squabbles... I don't know why I'm so angry about it." "You've known more than your fair share of shit... I don't even think... I'm having trouble believing there's anything we can do. I just keep stepping forward because it's what I've always gone, but I don't know if there's anything we can do." "Ashton said something quite profound to me the other night, when were taking out watch around the campfire. Profound especially for them. Right now, if we try to change the world, it's just going to seem like an impossible task, it's just too much. But we can try and change that which we do have control over, our immediate surroundings. Save our friends." "I don't know how much time we have left on this planet — feels like it could all go soon, in a week. But I just wanna make do with the time that I have with the people that I care about, and I want to find them, I want to find them again." "Then let's find them. It's the only directive we have at the moment, the only thing we can control." Orym takes her hand. "I don't understand why you bounced down through history to be here with me right now, but I sure as hells am glad you are here." "I've seen a lot of shit, Orym. That's why we're still here." "And more coming." "We've shown we can take it. Let's just get the fuck out of this town."

Abadeena escorts them back to her cottage. She smiles, and reveals her first name: Joan. Whether the Bells Hells decide to kill her or trust her, she thanks them for trusting the village, agrees to help them on the path toward home, and offers them answers.

If the temple comes back, she does not believe this town is the only one rising up. They have a coalition binding together townships of the Loam and the Leaf, keeping them away from the influence of Vasselheim.

Prism asks if she's ever heard of Predathos or speculated on its nature, asks if Predathos is an elemental weapon against the divine during the Founding. Abadeena knows nothing about Predathos except for Ludinus' speech and the Bells Hells' knowledge, but she does recognize the confidence with which Ludinus spoke and the way his words influenced the people of her town. To them, the eidolons have a symbiotic relationship, as it has been for all those who lived on Exandria before the gods coopted it.

"The lands of Exandria hold to them innumerable eidolons that are tied to the forces of this world, of the titans that first shaped it. With the titans long-gone, they persist however they can, oftentimes among the rules of the gods who now rein. So they are echoes, shades, the remnants and the memory of the titans, of the great elemental queens and kinds of this world, the ones who originally sculpted it." Prism questions whether Predathos is more intelligent, more vengeant, than a simple "black hole."

Orym says to Prism that they don't know anything, and Prism retorts that she's trying to help by way of being really good at learning things. The only thing Orym has to go on is the track record of the people trying to release Predathos, which Prism agrees is "damning."

"Prism... I don't understand the gods, I don't know anything about the titans, I don't know eidolon from eyeliner. I believe that... I'm a widower because of the people who want to bring this about. So it's hard for me to wrangle with the other side." finally

Ah. So this encounter was not designed to pit the Bells Hells against the gods or against the titans, but it was designed to force them to reckon with the fact that they know nothing, nothing about what's happening around them, and further to force them to seek out information about the things they don't know.

AH. Abadeena does not wish to destroy the gods, but to return to a state of Exandria in which the gods and the Primordials lived in balance. Mortal races are an invasive species just as much as the gods are, but there was a point in history where they, the primordials, the eidolons, and the gods existed in conjunction with one another.

She also notes that the primordials, the eidolons, do not feel a threat from Predathos — and that the Matron of Ravens offers no warnings of Predathos, no insight, if she saw it coming at all.

Ashton and Laudna: Ashton doesn't think that the Hishari have anything to do with anything — that is something that they'll be asking of the Bells Hells "once everything quiets down." They are so angry right now, and Laudna notes that she and Orym feel the same. Ashton's worst nightmare was their very first divine intervention. "The gods saw me, a god saw me, I was not invisible. It was not hungry, it wasn't fearful, it wasn't — it was a messenger, it was sent, and it told me what I really didn't want to hear: that it doesn't fucking care, that I might as well be fucking gone, that I was a mistake."

Bor'dor goes out to look for Orym, but rolled a 4, so Orym — from his perch on a high tree — takes pity on him and (after Liam asks whether Bor'dor is a half-elf or not) reveals himself.

With a 19, Bor'dor impressively climbs the tree and joins Orym.

"Do you believe in god?" "I mean, it's beyond question. The gods have shaped the history of this world, they have dropped miracles from their seats on high and caused irreparable damage — and unmistakable good. I don't know that I care — I care about you and me, and I care about my family across the ocean." "My life is vert small. I wake up, I work, I go to sleep. My beliefs have been black and white. These people told just o go into a church and fight something that I can't fathom, and int he moment, where I felt victory, I didn't see a divinity or radiance or whatever the fuck you call it, I just felt sadness and compassion. Did you see the way it looked? There — why did we have to do that? Why is that what happened? And then I wonder, also, why — that woman, Abadeena, has no fucking clue what you people are talking about." [...] "I know, I think, barely more than you do, that people who are so determined to bust something out of our moon that it's worth killing a lot of people to get there. Do I believe in the gods? Yes. Have they had a ton of bearing in my life? No." "So you get to Ludinus, and then what? We just killed an angel, we saved a woman who has no clue about the fight that she's fighting. This village has no clue, they're fucked either way — what are we doing here? My life is very small. What are we doing here?" "I think that, um... Ashton, Laudna and I have friends that we were with, got pulled away from, and I think we've got a one in 2000 chance of stopping more people I care about from getting killed." "Okay. Let's do that, then."

Bonding over shit jokes and laxatives. Ah, the quintessential Critical Role experience.

But still, Bor'dor extends a hand. "I go where you go."

I'm just saying, my "multiple tables running at the same canon time concurrently, exactly like the way Pathfinder Society specials run" theory gains all the more merit.

Laudna stays up with Prism reading through books, and Marisha manifests Beau through Laudna. (Someone write an essay about how each of these players manifests specific aspects of a character throughout each campaign. Tag me when you do, if you do it before me.)

In the books, there are tithing ledgers, as well as deals and plans between the temple and the Silvercall Mill about buying out portions of the neighborhood. These plans were awaiting approval from others in the network — discussions about finding land for temples of the Wildmother and other deities hat wasn't already controlled. It's a lot of discussion about calculated expansion by Vasselheim and Othanzia.

With an arcana check, Prism identifies the runes on the Judicator as having an original draconic base, an arcana script that is divine and protective in nature but in some cases near anti-magic. It didn't present itself in battle, but the Judicator has the ability to dispel existing magic — its old magic, possibly related to the anti-magic cone displayed by the Mage Hunter golems that Ludinus employed.

Also in these papers is a discussion of Vasselheim sending forces to leyline nexuses. Prism notes that the leylines are stationary except for certain celestial events, of which the apogee solstice is the largest — nexuses stay where they are placed until the next apogee solstice moves that nexus, resulting in people gravitating to that area for the time between now and the next apogee solstice. It's about resources.

Prism has been away from her home for a decade. She believes that these past few days are validation for those ten years spent at the Cobalt Soul (or elsewhere), and stifles a personal smile.

In the morning, they are met with the smell of breakfast prepared by Abadeena. She offers to create a scroll for Prism so that she can copy the spell into her spellbook. (Again, because she's an Order of Scribes wizard, Prism can copy spells much more quickly than the average wizard.)

Ashton approaches Abadeena about the magic in their head. "It seems to bend the world... I have dreams, sometimes they're inhuman, sometimes I'm other people but I'm not... you ever seen anything like this?" "Like this? I have not at all... however, if you are to continue to travel, maybe speak with the spirits. Maybe things that are older than all of us combined have better insight than this frail form." ooooooo something something the Luxon is older than the world and so it makes sense that they might be some kind of primordial force. it makes sense that they might be a primordial titan that existed "before the gods" because the primordials also did.

Finishing breakfast, they enter the scrying chamber, and Orym enters unannounced — having taken a point of exhaustion from a sleepless night.

Again, Chetney giving each of the Bells Hells material gifts is a fucking genius move by Travis, because they all have scrying targets now. Whether intentional or not, it's genius, and it really goes reflect the themes of this campaign.

They see snow. Snow, falling, across a mountain range. They see Deanna first, with a prominent symbol of the Dawnfather — then they see FRIDA, a rosegold bipedal robot — then, the familiar image of Chetney, trekking behind with excitement and distance — then Imogen and Fearne, following behind, as FCG wheels up alongside them, all trekking through the snow. Prism and Orym recognize the smoky sight of Kravarad, and recognize that they are not far from Uthodurn. They see Imogen grasp her cloak and look back, as if she's making eye contact with the basin, with the scrying censor — Laudna shouts her name, but the image dissipates.

Regardless, they recognize that the other half of Bells Hells is on another continent, on the other side of the world.

Orym asks if there's anyone nearby who can transport them, and Abadeena notes that "those in Vasselheim could, if you had their favor." Yet she does know someone, about 5 days travel's away from Hearthdale, who could transport them: Hevestro, hierophant of the Emerald Tree, a powerful archdruid whom Abadeena once trained under.

So Team Issylra has two options: go to Vasselheim, a longer journey but with more people who could help, or go to Hevestro and count on the good will of a single archdruid.

Abadeena can scry two more times, and Prism can scry once, making for a total of 3 more scries. (Ahh, now I see why this episode is 5 hours long.)

Scry 1: Dariax. He's chewing on his nails with a dirty, scarred face, with a look of concern, sitting in a dark space they can't quite make out. He plays absentmindedly with the compass around his neck, thinking. A blue hand catches his holder, he gives a nod and stands with his spear — Dorian, also looking a bit worse for wear. "That's the bag of dicks—" "That's our bag of dicks!"

Scry 2: Bor'dor's Home / Brother. "Don't take your clothes off!" (Orym: "C'mon, let it happen.") "There, you see a vision of a homestead, modest but well-furnished, not quite the home of a farmer or a person who keeps cattle or sheep. It's an unfamiliar space to you (Bor'dor). You're uncertain whether this dagger is calling a connection to a place of import or a particular answer to your question, unfortunately."

Abadeena copies the scrying spell onto a scroll, which Prism copies into her spellbook.

Now, the Bells Hells must decide between two things: going to Vasselheim and trying to convince them to help, or taking their chances with the dangerous journey through a canyon to Hevestro's homestead. Orym's gut says the latter.

Matt confirms that no one in the party would know anything about the waters between western Issylra and eastern Wildemount, and that it would take a number of weeks to traverse it by ship. For the record, based on Exandrian timezones, geology, and cosmology, there could be an ocean the size of the Pacific in that space.

They decide to go toward the gorge where Hevestro lives, and Abadeena grants them a wind-based, cougar-shaped eidolon that will escort them. "If you meet others of the Valley Coalition, tell them of what has been done here, and let them know that we are ready to help them as well."

#critical role #note watches c3 #critical role spoilers #critical role campaign 3 #critical role c3 #critical role liveblog #bells hells #I'm not kidding #it's absolutely fascinating to me the ways in which this encounter would've been interpreted by both party and fandom across campaigns #because it would be SO different #which itself is reflective of the differences between each campaign

[scarletslippers]

Nace Countdown to Christmas - Day 4

(From this post of relationship milestone prompts)

On AO3

meeting the friends

“And this is Tyler, Matt, and Sarah,” Ace says, introducing everyone in turn. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Nancy says with a warm smile, trying to cover up how apprehensive she actually feels. These people are Ace’s friends, and she wants to make a good impression. But if she’s not mistaken, Sarah’s eyes had narrowed a bit as soon as the word girlfriend left Ace’s mouth. 

Settling in next to Ace, Nancy mostly lets the conversation wash over her, unsure how to contribute. They’re discussing some professor and a paper that’s due, and somehow she doesn’t think I just caught another sin eater in Virginia is the kind of commiseration they’re going for. 

Ace notices her silence—of course he does—and reaches over to grasp her hand atop the table, giving her fingers a comforting squeeze to go along with the smile he sends her way. 

And there, Sarah is shifting uncomfortably and giving a fleeting but fierce glare at the way Ace’s palm dwarfs Nancy’s.

“So, Nancy, what is it that you do?” Matt asks. 

“Nancy is a private detective,” Ace says, beaming with pride. “Tell them about the serial poisoner you caught.” 

Nancy blushes a bit, both at being put on the spot and at Ace’s praise. Still, she’s grateful he gave her a jumping-off point that’s distinctly not supernatural. She begins, and once she’s talking she quickly finds her footing in the group, feeling more accepted and at ease. 

Ace tells her as much, later. “Everyone really liked you. It was so nice to finally have you meet them.” 

She pretends to pick a speck of lint off his shirt and adjusts his collar, using the opportunity to anchor her hands there. “Not Sarah. She wasn’t happy to meet me.” 

“What do you mean?” 

Laughing lightly, Nancy presses a fond kiss to his mouth. “You’re cute when you’re confused. Let’s just say, some hopes were dashed today, Ace Hardy.”

#nace #nace fanfiction #nancy drew cw #cw nancy drew #nace countdown to christmas 2023 #my fic #nancy and ace #idk but something about them having friends outside the drew crew just does not compute

[goatsincrediblysillymusiccorner]

Late Night Ramble About Long Ass Songs

I think it's fair to say songs have to earn their length. At the very least, that's how I feel. If a song is 15+ minutes long, it'll likely live and/or die by its intrigue alone. If a song is 45 seconds, it better make each and every one of those seconds count.

I think a phenomenal example of a short song is Vildhjarta's "Måsstadens Nationalsång", coming in at an incredibly brief 47 seconds. This track is punchy as hell, and it only gets more satisfying the longer you listen. It presents itself in its entirety; completely identifiable and unique from the rest of the album, then it effortlessly transitions into the next song like it's nothing. It's genuinely great.

But on the other end of the spectrum, you have songs that will likely absolutely dwarf the others in your playlist with their sheer size. It can be a bit intimidating when you go to check out a new album you've never heard and all of the tracks are upwards of 10 minutes. That is a lot of time to dedicate to the same artist—especially if you have other things you want to do with your time. But, man, the musicians that pull it off really hit it out of the park for me.

I fuckin' love long songs. For me, they're some of the most replayable tracks in any given artist's discography. Obviously, that's just personal taste. It doesn't necessarily mean that I inherently prefer one style over the other, but I do find myself gravitating towards a lot of bands who, indeed, do this.

If I had to summarize what was so appealing about it to me personally, I would say listening to a long track is akin to reading an engaging story. They share a lot more in common than you might think: consistent theming, a lot of them actively tell a story of some kind (especially if it's a concept album LOL), the contrasting usage of high points juxtaposed against dulcet lows, they typically feature a climax somewhere ... it all kind of fits into a similar shape. Told through a completely different medium, sure, but the appeal is identical to me at least.

Take Opeth's titular "Blackwater Park". This track comes in at 12 minutes, 8 seconds.

The entire song is a perfect blend of everything that makes the album so phenomenal. The first two minutes are spent building expectation. Those deep, tridgy guitar riffs completely immerse you inside this garden-esque soundscape of pure atmosphere and progressive death metal beauty. When the growls are finally added to the mix the sound becomes full and complete; but it's shortlived as we're soon thrown backwards into another heavenly verse, devoid now of both vocals and distortion. It's different, but you know it's still Opeth. After this abrupt switch-up, you're constantly left on edge, wondering what could be next. Every little decision has a payoff. I genuinely think this song is one of the finest masterpieces in death metal history. And I think without all of this room to breathe, it likely wouldn't have been.

Another one I instantly think of when it comes to long songs is Periphery's "Reptile". It's quite the monster of a track, boasting an impressive 16 minutes and 43 seconds.

Honestly, I've listened to this song hundreds of times and it still flies by like an instant. I don't even feel time pass when I'm listening to it. This is one of those songs where, if someone asks where to start with Periphery, I recommend it immediately. It showcases virtually everything that makes their music appealing to me. When it wants to hit hard, it hits hard. When it wants to build atmosphere, you better believe it's going to have the best payoff it physically could have had. Spencer's screams and powerful cleans are showcased in crystalline clarity, as are Misha's incredible compositional abilities and absolutely absurd technicality. Matt's drumming is the icing on the cake; matching the mood and tone of any musical scene it needs to. I could go on and on. It's a nearly 17-minute-long flex of a song where every moment is just as exciting as the last.

But that's my ramble over. I've recently been listening to this band called "Haken", and wouldn't you know, the song that got me initially interested in their stuff was long as fuck. And it was awesome. You should check it out.

#goat's musical thoughts #progressive metal #djent #death metal #opeth #periphery #haken #vildhjarta #youtube

[orginllazyblog]

MATT PATT THEORY TIME LET'S GO!!!!

Spoilers of Twisted Wonderland Chapter 7 part 4, so read this once u know what's going on

Before chapter 7 began, I had heard theories of Crowly and Malleus being familiar, but that is when the Mascaque (fuck spelling) event in the JP server change.

Malleus outfit looks similar to Crowley's outfit by the feathers. Even looking closer, their hair color is similar too. The black wavy hair mix of bluish greenish hair. Some folks said about Croley being a fae of some sort by his pointy ears

From what I can say, here is that maybe Crowley is not a fae but rather a demon, but I can't say that because from all of the events so far, there has never been an Info about demons so I'm not sure if it's not canon in Twisted Wonderland or maybe the creator can't add into the Twisted Wonderland story because of Disney. Who knows, but hey it we might get a Fantasia event or not.

Another thing is Crowley counterpart: Diavolo or EQ's Crow. I say he's the Evil Queen's Crow because of the facts about Crowley, which is that he cleans the portraits of the Great Seven’s but with the Evil Queen, he cleans it multiple times. That man is a simp no cap.

But it doesn't make sense. From what I remember in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs movie, the crow was a bit scared of the Evil Queen during the potion scene and barely any screen time. Which leaves to believing Crowley might be Maleficent' crow, Diavolo. It would make sense since the sleeping beauty movie came out after the snow-white movie. Picture the scenario:

Before Crowley became the headmage of NRC, he was of a student who is enrolling NRC the time it opened , mayeb even training to become the next headmage for being on of the families who served one of the Great Seven’s, Maleficent, the Thorn Fairy. Since then, Dire Crowley, at a young age, was pushed to become the expectation of NRC headmage.

That's all I could think about Crowley backstory. It wouldn't make sense now that we got info on Malleus parents being the counterparts of Maleficent and Diavolo: Maleonoire and Revan. We get that Revan is a Duke fae and is married to Malleus mom, the princess of Briar Valley. Young Lilia said Revan was the only one who Maleonoire could depend on. A reference to when Diavolo succed in finding Aurora and informed Maleficent. They seem to be a good couple by how Maleonoire is a tomboy princess and Revan more of a gentleman. No wonder Malleus got his genetics from.

Now, the next thing is the year gap and the characteristics. Which is confusing, from what I know is from the dialogs in chapter 5:

"NRC and RSA have been having a rivalry for 100 years."

Wow! 100 years? Or maybe even thousands I can't remember well. When the group reach to the iron man's fort, they realize it was empty till the messenger fae bring the news of the leader of the owl knights and even the dawn of knight are reaching the Briar castle where Maleonoire guarding the egg.

Here comes the sad part, dragon eggs hatch by their parents' love and magic. Revan disappeared which Maleonoire had to be the only one protecting the egg, she send General Lilia and other solders to go by foot to find any missing fae soldiers and even her husband who had been missing for year or more. Once Yuu gets another dream of Maleficent story, the one scene where she managed to get Aurora to prick her finger in a spinning wheel and the three fairies found her unconscious body on the floor. The group finally made it to the castle, sneaking inside but with iron traps, so it's up to our trio group, but they need to be near Lilia or else they'll encounter the blot. Back to the story, the group only got there too late. The dawn hero and Maleonoire, being hostage with iron tools surrounding her, and the egg are in the enemy's hand. The dawn hero was about to kill the egg till Lilia managed to take it away from him, but it's not over. Maleonoire was badly killed for either protecting her allies or Young Lilia. I say Lilia for giving him her last order.

"Lilia....guide my hatchling to the right path...don't let them do what I did..."

Why these lines? Maleonoire properly didn't want Malleus to be a hot-head person like she was, wanting him to be more of his father Revan, who is more friendlier than his mother. To be different then the previous rulers of draconians who are more ruthless than kindness.

Now, back to Crowley, he does not fit with Revan's personality. We know Crowley can be a bit greedy for his vacation plans, even leaving his job to a magicless student, even lie so that he wouldn't have to do his job. If Revan was the headmage, he would give the task to someone who is more experienced and more knowledgeable. Revan wouldn't dare to lie to Maleonoire.

Revan seems to be true with his words, so what happened with him he might have met his demise.

Well, that just makes Malleus an "official Disney princess".........okay it's a joke.

But hey, that's just a theory, A GAME THEORY

Please comment on your theories, I would love to read your theories of the upcoming chapter 7, part 5

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver #sebek zigvolt #diasomnia #im going to cry #twst angst #twst theory #crowley being malleus father thory #twst chapter 7 spoilers

[lathalea]

The Tinderbox

I have a surprise for you! A Thorin Oakenshield fic for the Armitage Summer Splash event :)

WEEK 2 - PROMPT 8

Trope: A secret is found out Quote: “Show me your face.”

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield x OC Rating: G

You can find this fic on AO3. Khuzdul: Lulkh - fool

The Tinderbox

Thorin always liked stopping by Falunath in his travels. Men, Dwarves, and even a handful of Elves lived there in relative harmony, united by a common enemy: the Orcs. This was another reason why he usually stopped there every year for a couple of weeks on his way back to the Blue Mountains – to his people. Where there were Orc raids, there was a need for weapons and he happened to enjoy forging them. The local smithy owners always welcomed him with open arms, especially Old Matt who always paid well and on time.

There was only one problem. Eidris. A Broadbeam lass with a sharp tongue and a heavy hammer. She worked at Old Matt’s smithy every summer as one of the blacksmiths alongside Thorin. He had to admit, she was quite easy on the eye and Thorin caught himself stealing glances at her from time to time while she worked. Only out of professional curiosity, of course. Her broadswords were the best examples of craftsmanship he had seen in years. In addition to being a constant source of distraction, she was also friendly. Thorin did not do friendly. He stayed away from the everyday chitter-chatter of the other smiths and apprentices; the reason for his presence in the smithy was simple – doing his work and receiving payment which he greatly needed. Besides, being friendly with others implied sharing details of his life – including his identity – and that he wanted to avoid. As far as the good people of Falunath knew, he was simply Thorin the Bladesmith and he preferred to keep it that way.

September that year ended like any other – with rainy and windy weather – and Thorin knew that it was time for him to return to the Blue Mountains. He thanked Old Matt for his hospitality, received a coin-filled purse, and promised to come back next year.

The return journey took him over a week, but when he finally crossed the threshold of his home, it was after midnight. Darkness and silence surrounded him. Not wanting to wake up Dis and the boys, he directed his steps towards his study as quietly as he could. Inside, he lit a candle. Taking the coin purse in his hand, he opened the money chest. At its bottom lay only a handful of copper coins. Thorin let out a sigh. He could only hope that the money he had earned would be enough to buy the needed supplies for the winter – both for his family and for those in need.

A sudden whiff of wind puffed out the candle at his desk. A door squeaked in the distance. Something shifted in the darkness.

“Kili? Your last prank with that skeleton was scarier than this,” Thorin chuckled, walking into the corridor.

There was no response. He stopped in his tracks to listen. And then he heard it.

In a swift move he lunged towards the source of the noise and pressed Kili against the wall.

“Oof!” someone exclaimed. Not Kili. It was a woman’s voice.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” he hissed, pinning her arms to the wall not without an effort. The cogwheels in his brain worked in overdrive. A Dwarf-woman. In his own home. Empty-handed. Not an assassin, then. But who? A hood made her features impossible to distinguish in the darkness. Was she a thief? Or a spy?

“Let me go!” she protested and tried to wiggle herself free. She was strong, muscular, and almost as tall as Thorin, but he was stronger. His grip held her firmly in place. 

“Not until you answer my question!” he warned the intruder. His face was so close to hers that he could feel her hot breath against his cheek. The sweet scent of honey filled his lungs. Suddenly, he realised that his chest was pressed against the softness of her pleasantly full bosom. Mahal, have mercy on him. This woman most probably was a thief or an assassin and the only thing he could think of was whether her lips tasted like honey.

“I mean no harm to this home or those in it. Mahal be my witness,” the words of an ancient dwarvish pledge reached his ears, snapping him out of his thoughts. Reluctantly, he loosened his grip.

“Show me your face,” he ordered, ready to act if her intentions were less than honourable despite her words.

Slowly, she raised her hand to the hood. As the damp fabric slid off her head, a mane of light brown hair fell to her shoulders.

“Eidris? What are you doing here?!” he took a step back in confusion.

“I was trying to catch up with you, you lulkh! And the door was ajar,” she stated in an agitated whisper and added, “You’d better tell me what you are doing here!”

“How do you mean what I am doing here?” he grunted. What a cheek!

“This place has the House of Durin markings on the door! Let’s get out of here before the owners wake up!” she pulled at his sleeve. “Unless… You aren’t a thief, are you?”

Thorin stifled a chuckle, not wanting to wake up anyone. He could imagine Fili and Kili’s comments if they were to find him in a dark corridor with a woman, suspiciously close to his bedchamber.

“I happen to live here,” he offered.

“You…” her eyes widened. It was too dark to see them clearly, but he remembered their colour. Hazel. And whenever she stoked the fire in the furnace, amber specks would dance in them. “You… live… here?”

“Aye. It is my home.” he nodded. The cat was out of the bag. There was no point hiding his real identity any longer.

Eidris covered her mouth with her hand and then said, “But… but that would mean that you are…” “Thorin!” a sharp voice together with a faint light filled the corridor. “I hoped it was you! What on earth is that noise?”

“Dis,” he turned towards the newcomer, opening his arms. “It is good to see you too!”

Their embrace was short but affectionate. It felt good to be home.

“Forgive me the commotion, sister. It seems that the joy of returning to you took the better of me,” he smiled fondly.

“Will you not introduce me to your friend?” Dis raised an eyebrow, adjusting the shawl on her shoulders.

Thorin swallowed, casting a glance at the unexpected guest.

“Of course. This is Eidris, daughter of…”

Before his complete lack of knowledge about her lineage became evident, the woman interrupted him.

“Eidris, daughter of Eida. Fifth-generation blacksmith. T-Thorin and I work together in Falunath. It is nice to meet you, my lady,” she greeted his sister formally, but he noticed her hesitation when she spoke his name. It puzzled him. The Broadbeam lass was many things, but she had never hesitated in his presence before.

“Welcome under our roof, Eidris, daughter of Eida. I am Dis, daughter of Valdis. And we don’t use our titles any longer. Waste of time, if you ask me. Please, call me Dis, just like you call my brother by his name,” his sister gave her one of her warm smiles and a conspiratorial wink. “You probably know how cranky he gets when people start addressing him ‘Oakenshield’ or, Mahal forbid, ‘king’...”

“That is enough, dearest sister,” Thorin rolled his eyes. “The hour is late and I would like to offer our guest a proper meal. It rained all day long.”

 “By all means! You both look like you need some warm food in your bellies. There is some leftover stew in the kitchen,” Dis smiled and asked in an innocent tone of voice. “Tell me, Eidris, will you be staying the night?”

Thorin could swear that the silence that followed was louder than a dragon’s roar.

“Well, I…” Eidris gave him an uncertain look. “I should be going.”

“In this weather? Out of the question!” Dis protested and Thorin clearly saw amusement on his sister’s face. 

“I only came here to drop this off, that is all.” The blacksmith protested, rummaging in her rucksack. After a moment, she produced a familiar bulky leather pouch and offered it to Thorin.

He could not believe his eyes. His fingers quickly untied the straps and took out the contents of the pouch. His favourite fire striker… and the time-worn brass tinder box with a sapphire in its lid. The token he received from his grandfather when he reached half Battle Age. Years and years ago. In another life. Something tightened in his throat.

“I thought I lost it somewhere on the road,” he spoke hoarsely.

“Millie found it under your bed at Old Matt’s when she was sweeping the floor,” Eidris shook her head. “It didn’t look like something you would want to get rid of. I was about to leave Falunath as well, so I decided to return it to you in person.”

“What an incredible coincidence!” Dis chimed in, addressing Eidris. “This is one of Thorin’s most treasured possessions. He takes with him everywhere. And you say it was found under your bed, hmm?”

Thorin narrowed his eyes.

“Under my bed, sister dear. It must have fallen out of my rucksack when I was packing. Thank you, Eidris. I appreciate it more than I can say.” He placed his hand over his heart and lowered his head in thanks. “Please, you must stay the night. I insist. It is the least I can offer you.”

Eidris glanced towards the entrance door.

“I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You are very welcome here, I assure you,” Thorin offered, feeling how his sister’s gaze moved from Eidris to him. Somehow, it made him feel uneasy.

“In that case, I will be honoured,” the Broadbeam lass consented.

“That’s settled then,” Dis clasped her hands together, beaming at them both. “You are staying with us, Eidris, and I hope to get to know you better at breakfast.”

An alarm bell started ringing in Thorin’s head. Loudly.

“That’s very generous of you, Dis,” Eidris shifted one foot to the other, avoiding his gaze. “Thank you.”

“Think nothing of it. But before I leave you to your meal, allow me to ask you one last thing.” His sister acted like an embodiment of the perfect hostess. The alarm bell in Thorin’s head turned into a mine siren that usually wailed moments before a detonation took place.

“Yes?” He heard Eidris’ oblivious voice.

“I’d like to prepare sleeping arrangements for you,” Dis spoke sweetly, treating them both to her most charming smile. “Tell me, shall I make the bed for you in the guest room or will you be sleeping in Thorin’s bedchamber?”

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[doomyte]

Ok here are some of the Pikmin ideas I had for this new idea for a nighttime set of areas. Though unlike most of the other Pikmin designs themselves, I feel like I may have to explain some of these.

Lets start with the one that isn’t here, the Glow Pikmin. I imagine this would be your starting Pikmin, and you would collect the others as time goes on.

The next I imagine you get is the Skitter Pikmin. They are small Pikmin, superficially resembling White Pikmin, with pale bodies and smaller stature than the other variants. What sets them apart is that they have quick movements, can be thrown higher, and come in pairs when planted, but in turn they are weak and have a high chance of being killed when shaken off an enemy.

After that I imagine you’d find the Flutter Pikmin flying around a light source of some kind. They resemble Winged Pikmin, but are bigger with duller colors. They can be used to lift smaller enemies while alive, dropping them to deal damage, so they can only attack in relatively large numbers. When damaged as well as potentially loosing petals, they loose the dust on their wings making their flying speed limited for a short amount of time.

The Vanta Pikmin are my take on the universal constant of fan Pikmin, that being a Black Pikmin. Besides enemies that either have night vision or light based abilities, they are virtually invisible to all enemies. They are not particularly fast or strong, but they are good for avoiding bigger enemy notice while carrying items.

And finally, the Blotch Pikmin is my take on another popular variant of fan Pikmin designs, the Orange Pikmin. Instead of a purely matte color skin, it almost resembles a Piebald pattern in earth animals, with the base body of Orange with more brown/tan splotches over the body. It also has whiskers around its head for sensing danger, as well as a large body size and strength rivaling that of the Purple Pikmin of the daytime.

Now onto the enemies, we have a lot to cover so strap in.

First is the Hoodbugs, a nocturnal relative of the Breadbugs. They have night vision, but only forage and don’t tend to bother with Captains or their Pikmin. If flashed with light, they will be stunned and potentially drop any treasure they have swallowed.

The Humpback Snagret appears relatively early for something so large, and isn’t beaten until later, but they can still deal massive blows to Pikmin stocks. They do not have night vision and are diurnal, but are woken up when they sense anything come into contact with their exposed feathery back.

Bulbecos and Dwarf Bulbecos are not related to Bulborbs or Breadbugs, as they are distinctly more reptilian. They are both related to each other however, being different live stages. They use their tongues to quickly snap up any prey close to their gaping maw. Its possible, like some Breadbugs relatives, they mimic Bulborbs, but being larger debunks this.

Teacup Flashogs are one of the only members of the Flashogs, related to the Blowhogs. They have large organs right in front of their eyes that they can use to flash their prey, which they then consume with their stretchy proboscis. Their flash can disorient Pikmin with large eyes as well as other enemies with night vision.

The Feathery and Flighty Squint Beetles are scuttling little arthropods similar to the Skittering Leaf Bugs, but are actually distantly related to the Flint Beetles. They don’t attack unless provoked and light scatters them but they will swarm any foodstuffs left unaccounted for, be it fallen Berries or fallen foes.

The Prang Seethid is a closer relative of the Squint Beetles. They are larger and more predatory as well as territorial, even attacking and eating others of its own species. When attacked, they stomp like an angry child having a tantrum, hence the name. The wings it’s relatives had have been all but plucked as the only remnants of their flying capability are two tiny wings at the back of its head.

The Sniffing and Shovel Nosed Phosbats are the adult and juvenile stages of the same animal, similar to the Vehemoth Phosbat and it’s young. They come out of the same Phosbat pods, but have very distinct lifestyles. The juvenile forms spend most of their time making chirping sounds, both helping their adult forms locate food for them, and letting said adults find and feed them. The aforementioned Adults spend their time at night hunting small prey for their young. They cannot fly, but can climb along walls and other surfaces to find prey.

Shaggy Amprats live in enclosed areas like burrows or caves, scavenging what food they can sniff out. They are effectively nocturnal Bearded Amprats, so they won’t pass up a Pikmin if they can catch them!

Shadow Antennae Beetles are large variants of the Antennae Beetles that can project their whistle mimicry to your location to attract enemies with good hearing. They won’t attack directly, and the only way to stop them from sabotaging your nights is to attract them with food and blind them as they have some of the best night vision of any enemy in the area.

Follower Spectralids cannot physically effect or inhibit Captains or Pikmin whatsoever. They are attracted by light and almost resemble Flutter Pikmin, following a Captain’s Glow Pikmin or flocking around the Glow Mounds.

The Hiding Dweevil is a large Dweevil that is similar to the Shadow Antennae Beetles and can only be attacked when lured out. Instead of being lured out with food, they require a large light source to come out of hiding. Also unlike the Shadow Antennae Beetles, they have no means of harming the Captain or Pikmin without coming close. When they do outside of being lured they are quick and cannot be stunned, dragging some Pikmin into the darkness to be consumed. If not dealt with, it could surely take out a whole army of Pikmin single handedly!

Hunchbacked Wollymanders float at the top of pitch black ponds, waiting for prey to fly overhead where they jump out of the water to snap up said prey. They can be baited out of the water with light, where they can be more easily dealt with.

Dire Wollymanders are a large variant of the Wollymander species, with a huge maw that can spring from the darkened depths of the black ponds and snap up any number of Pikmin in the blink of an eye. Once on land it’s a huge threat even still, being able to throw its body around to crush innumerable Pikmin. To be taken out, a Captain must plug all of its breathing holes that line its head and body, making use of a small Pikmin. Which ones I wonder?

And I think that will just about do it for now! If you have any input on anything let me know. I’d also like to know if you guys prefer shorter posts with more pictures or longer posts with more details like these.

#pikmin #pikmin 2 #pikmin 3 #pikmin 4 #fanart

[danjaley]

Year in Review

January

Fiona's first appearance. She had been patiently waiting in my Sims-bin since 2020. Thank you again for sending her @descendantdragfi !

February

Girl reading a letter by the open window. Recreating artworks with Sims is so fun! I should do it more often. Of course I used the most recent version of this iconic painting.

March

Deaths and births. March was packed with emotional moments in my story. Fergus and Fiona wishing for a baby, Fergus dying and then Matt's birth.

April

April's fool's joke. No, I still haven't installed reshade. :P

May

McCarric Scenes Flashback. It was fun to shoot with Graham again!

June

Roseanne in a custom tailored dress.

July

Cows and Foxes Sweater. I deeply enjoy mapping projects. It's so satisfactory to create order from chaos. It also proved to be a very popular download.

August

Andrew and Matt connecting over pulled teeth. To quote @nornities : Torture resulted in something good. Couldn't have put it any better.

September

The Mute Child. Then, to get a break from the McCarrics, I did something completely different. Well, a bit different. This being an adaptation of literature really pushed me to make it technically as neat as I could.

October

Fiona and Andrew mistaken for husband and wife. This was a nice little moment that amused me. While Fiona sees herself and Ysobel as Matt's parents, by law it's herself and Andrew. They've come to work together well, but they're very far from from having romantic feelings about it.

November

Jonathan and Nicolas. This was the final important piece of information about this generation, before their drama can really unfold. It's still noticeable that I originally planned a timeskip between the 1750s and the 1780s. I'm really glad that pace is going to slow down again and I'll get to spend more time with the characters.

December

Snow White. Traditionally, December is Christmas Special time. I've been intrigued by the reading of Snow-White for a while, showing her as a child among children, rather than a Princess in a Dwarfs' Dollhouse. Although I started preparing super early, this is the first year the story had to be put on halt.

#year review #simblr year review

[incandescent-creativity]

Hi lucent

I'm finally sending out blorbsday asks again (I think). Please assign your blorbos to the setting of a book you like and explain briefly (or longly) how they'd fare.

Well I just reread the Inheritance Cycle and Murtagh so! Let's do that.

Beth's story... honestly wouldn't change from Eragon's very much. I'm envisioning this whole parallel arc to her actual story in The SOLE Project where Dr. Agau is this extremely old elf who wants to train the first Dragon Rider in hundreds of years, and puts all this pressure to perform on her. So she would have high expectations to memorize loads of words in the ancient language, be skilled in combat, and carry out the experiments Dr. Agau comes up with to push the boundaries of magic.

I don't know who her dragon would be, but I think whoever they are, they would disapprove of Dr. Agau not holding her experiments herself. She says it's because she doesn't have her dragon anymore, and therefore doesn't have the strength or energy to conduct them herself, but Dragon thinks it's just bc she doesn't want to put herself in danger.

ANYWAY there's a discussion in here about whether Dr. Agau would actually be more like Galbatorix and be in this controlling position of power, and Beth would be a Murtagh figure, controlled by her and powerful, but...

Hans would be like Roran. He has the charisma to keep people together and his strength comes from fighting for his friends, and being a human man would not stop him from trying to romance the elven Rider. As for how he'd fare, he's only in danger because how long he lives depends on how much angst I need to put Beth through.

Hallie is difficult to translate into Alagaesia. I think maybe she would be some kind of handmaid type thing in Agau's court, and be assigned to Beth when Agau sends her out. It would mean the Dragon would have to carry two, but Agau does not let Beth out into the world lightly. Dragon would definitely be mature/large enough. She would fare... She would be constantly stressed, but she would do her best to support Beth.

Christian would be an Urgal/Kull burned by dragon fire. I feel like I don't really need to say more than that, but I'm going to anyway. It's all there! The anger! The isolation from society bc 1. Urgals have all this stigma (even if this was a post-Name of Names setting) and 2. People recoil from the burns and scars! The tension with Beth and her dragon! So he'd far way worse than he is in SOLE Project but I think it would be fun fun fun.

Matt would be a dwarf and he would fare great and be happy until the rest of these ^ jokers showed up in his life. I don't know how he would get roped into things, but I'm sure he would be a good sport (though he would always maintain that his Ultimate End Goal is to get back to his happy life that they're all jealous of).

Michael... I'm tempted to make him a Shade sworn to Dr. Agau. I think that would be fun. And obviously he would fare terribly.

#sleepyowlwrites #incandescently answered #eragon #the sole project #this would be too fun... #au ideas #Luc how excited are you reading this

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 59

Okay, so cliffhanger payoff time, then? Where did they jump to? What's happening? Are they okay? Or are we winding back the clock? Are we FINALLY going back to the other three? I've been so worried for WEEKS now ... honestly I'm desperate to know what's happening with Imogen and Co after Matt pulled THAT CLIFFHANGER but ... yeah, part of me REALLY needs to finally know if the others are okay too ...

But first ... the intro ... oh the nerves of the WAIT ...

Sam ... what the hell, man? Dear gods what is WRONG with you? Oh, a reveal? Ah ... yeah ... okay then ... WHAT?!!!

"Swollen Riegel" ... (snort)

Yes, Candela Obscura is COMING!!! Cool ... looking forward to THAT one ...

Travis sending Sam away from the table for being too distracting is so on point ...

Okay, so here we go ...

"With THIS half oh Bells Hells" ... oh? OH?!!! Is it? Is this it, then?

Yes! It's them! Finally! But also AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! How are they gonna handle this now they're missing the others? Especially LAUDNA?!!! O.O

Damn ... Liam rolling sweet AGAIN, how I've missed that ...

Marisha: "I've got the maps now, bitch!" XD

Compass points and landmarks ... hmmm ... so where are they? 18 is a good History roll ... oh, so there are THREE possibilities here, then ... but ... hmmmmm ... so they ARE on a different continent ...

Issylra? Hmmmm ...

Trying to hear Imogen ... nothing ... oh gods, Laudna, hang in there! She's okay! We promise! If I could hug you I would.

TWO sending stones? Hmmmmm ... let's see how THIS goes ... ah shit, not the D100 again ...

Trying AGAIN?!!! Oh boy ... and ANOTHER roll ... crap ... DON'T DROP IT!!! Oh man ...

Ashton has a little giggly tantrum ... yeah ...

And Laudna can't get hold of ANYBODY ... gods this is PAINFUL even though we already KNOW they're okay ... man ...

Pate ... at least there's a little creepy adorable comic relief to be had ... "miniature drone VR experience" ... lovely.

Clearly DOWN is not an option, then ...

Up is forest ... yup, looks better. Go that way.

Hard climb, though ... hmmm ... Laudna's Featherfall as a safeguard is SMART, as well as the Immovable Rod ... oh, and Ashton has his fancy Earth Genasi advantages too ...

GEYSERS?!!! SERIOUSLY, MATTHEW?!!! COME ON!!!

Oh fuck yeah ... Laudna REALLY needs to stay away from THAT shit ...

Oh no ... something MOVING?!!! Right now? Nooooooo ...

And Marisha has completely forgotten about her Spiderclimb ... "I haven't played this character in MONTHS!!!" No shit!

A guest? Already? Wait .. AIMEE!!! OMG!!!

She's talking like a New Yorker from the Heights ... a dwarf? Oooh ... oh, she a total punky VAVAVOOM dwarf ... cute ... yes, VERY cute! I like her already.

"Just don't" ... yeah. XD Never get too much if that.

Help them up, help them up! Liam: "I start hauling you up with my massive halfling muscles."

Mona. But probably not. Hmmm ...

Laudna relocating her knee in such a matter of fact way is just ...

Waaaaaaaaiiitttt ... oh my GOD ... does this mean that ALL the Ruidusborn have just been bounced around in all kinds of new places by this mess?

He left her AT THE ALTAR?!!! The bastard!

Climbing on as a foursome ... oh thank fuck THAT'S over snd done with ...

She has booze! Nice! Just perfect!

Ashton: "How are you feeling, now we're no longer hanging off a cliff." Laudna: "Oh, I still feel like I'm hanging off a cliff, in my head."

Wow ... this place sounds like it's probably REALLY NICE in the day ... and they STILL don't know where they are ...

"What YEAR is it?" And none of them actually KNOW that to begin with ... XD

"Grassy knoll"? (snort)

So no real time has passed ... phew ...

Mona meets Pate ... here we go ...

Laudna: "Behave yourself." Mona: "Yeah, eyes up here." Pate: "I don't have eyes."

There's a leyline nexus point up ahead? Intriguing ... and there's a town up there too ... yes, go there! Civilisation! That's what you need ...

BIIIIIIIIIIIIIG fucking mountain ... Nice landmark ... but not enough to point them to where they are yet ...

An ocean? Hmmmmm ...

Pass Without A Trace so they don't have to go slow ... Aimee (in a bad Aussie accent): "Let's do some bad math ..." Matt: "Bad METH?!!!" XD

Campfire? There's a fire ... hmmm ... what's all this then? Matt: "The saddest little campfire you've ever seen."

Pate being sneaky on his scout ... hmmm ... a cart ... and some kind of an elk? Hmmmm again ...

Liam makes a Princess Mononoke reference ... :3 I love these geeks so much ...

Heading in to introduce themselves ...

Another new guest ... here we go ...

And they're just SHOOTING THEIR CROSSBOW blindly off into the darkness! Oh dear ...

Wow, this guy is REALLY skittish ...

A half-elf, really skinny one ... oh yes, TOTAL nerd type. Yup.

Spells? He's got SPELLS?!!! A LIGHTNING BOLT?!!! AT FIFTH LEVEL?!!! REALLY?!!! TEN D6s? Bloody hell ... 47 points of lightning damage to Mona? Halved af least, but STILL ...

Everybody CHILL!!!

And then Laudna just shoots an Eldritch Blast warning shot ... oh dear ... oh, truce? Okay ...

Fucking hell, and they have NO HEALERS right now ... oh HE HAS Cure Wounds at least ... thank fuck ...

Bor'Dor Dog'Son? Hmmm ... to Laudna: "Are you dead?" Laudna: "Well it's ... complicated ..."

So he's from Wildemount? Hmmmm ... so HE'S been zapped somewhere too ... and he was looking after his sick brother too. Not good ...

So his magis powers are a NEW THING ... very suspect ... yes, that's just weird ...

Not a HUGE amount of food ... but Ashton has cheese, apparently. So ...

Oh yeah, I'm not even remotely surprised that Bor'Dor us creeped out by Pate ...

I FORGOT that they'd put people in the Hole ... yeah, they're now definitely DEAD ... hmmmm ...

Oh, wine? That's cool ...

The reindeer is named Ratchet ... yeah ...

There's something out there in the trees ... great ... we really don't need this right now ...

Yet again for Orym's freakishly high perception ...

Emily? A THIRD guest? Okay ...

"Greenpeace clipboard person"? An elf from the Shadowfell? Hmmmmm ... but a very geeky seeming one ... oh, she's strangely gothic but also NOT ... and she's CONDUCTING A SURVEY?!!! Wait ... she's COBALT SOUL?!!! Damn! Oh, they're a TRAINEE ...

A "sourceless" voice?

Mona's really name is Denise? What?

Weird ass talking book ... Dynios ... oh, it's a mage trapped in a book ... hmmm ...

So they got "Shunted" ... okay ...

Hahaha yeah ... "sassy book" ...

Orym (shouting into the trees): "Is there anyone else out there right now? Just wondering?"

Taking the survey then ... hmmmm ... this'll be a trip ...

Prism? Cute name. Cool ... I think she's completely adorable. :3

Yeah, crazy Orym acrobatics ...

Oh, so it's Deni$e ... yup ... that's about right.

Ah yes ... the "dead woman" in Laudna's head ... and here comes Pate ... oh boy ... "I'm Pate de Rolo, and I'm really horny." Oof ...

"How would you RATE YOUR EXPERIENCE with the Apogee Solstice?" Yeah ...

Something ELSE is coming now ... something DRAGGING ... okay ... that's probably not good ...

Yay! Form of Dread! Creepy plant woman nightmare visage! I love it! And it shares Bor'Dor so much he scream-pukes ... as something comes out of the forest ...

Matt: "And that's where we're gonna take a break!"

Liam: "We've been travelling with the Ring girl for months! He's brand new!" XD

Back again ... with "the Breakfast Club" ... XD

Prism has a RAVEN? Awww ... "Mother"? Hmmmm ...

Battlemap! Yes! Wow .... pretty ...

I love it ... instead of Sam's flask we now have Marisha's fan ... :3

Veiny vine creatures? Charming ...

ROLL INITIATIVE!!!

This is luke some freakish Poison Ivy minion stuff ...

Orym hacks (miss) and slashes (hit!) ...

Laudna: "Kill him with FIRE!!!" Firebolt! Yeah! 32 points of Fire Damage ... but these things are FURE RESISTANT?!!! But they're plants! "Ah ... fire ... fire may have FAILED!!! DON'T kill it with fire!"

Deni$e RAGES?!!! She's a barbarian! Nice! She boots it away ... and punts it RIGHT AT Bor'Dor! Oops ... time for payback! XD

Now ASHTON Rages too! Yay ... fancy mystical trippy Raging! Nice ... BOOM!!! And a WORMHOLE STRIKE?!!! Awesome ...

Fuck! Additional sneaky surprise angry flower attacks! Not fair! 14 points of poison damage ... from ONE strike? Double not fair!

Laudna throws Silvery Barbs to try and save Bor'Dor from getting battered ... nuts, no joy! Ouch ...

Riposte? Cool ... AND he gets to SAVE himself after all ... or not ... NO!!! Orym gets battered ...

Prism trying her magic FOR THE FIRST TIME?!!! Oh shit ... Steel Wind Strike? Cool ... holy shit and SHE CRITS on her first hit! AND her second! Bloody hell ... 29 TWICE?!!! 58 points of damage! Fucking hell ... AND SHE GETS THE HDYWTDT!!!

Prism: "How's that for a field test? Because they're plant's, right?" Laudna: "The best jokes are the ones you have to explain!"

Bor'Dor is terrified and gets thd chills as he freezes ... but instead accidentally makes some kind of crazy ice attack! Ray if Frist! Cool ... 14 points of Freezing damage! Sweet!

And then he curls up into a tiny non-threatening ball ... awwwwwww ...

Orym pulls a Bait and Switch with him and goes on the attack! Miss ... boo! Then HIT! Nice ... Action Surge! Yes!

Wither and Bloom! Yesssssss ... Laudna trashes the remaining creatures and gives the hit dice back to Orym! Cool ...

Yes! Dwarves have poison resistance! Sweet! Deni$e swings and hits HARD!!! Added sneaky attack for the win! Sweet! And then she trips the fucker up with her whip! Nice ...

Ashton hits it while it's down! 12 damage on the first hit, 15 on the second ... and he knocks it away into the cart too ... oh yeah, the cart is TRASHED!!! Oops ...

Aimee: "It's not demoralised?" Matt: "Oh, I've been demoralised many times in my life and still stood up."

This nasty fucking thing can HEAL ITSELF by eating the rottng corpses it's devoured ... yuck ...

Fuck! Orym has just been SWALLOWED?!!!

Prism sends Dynios into the thing and uses Dimension Door to teleport him back out again! Orym is IMMEDIATELY saved ... that was AWESOME!!!

Prism: "How's THAT for a field test?" Liam (laughing): "Not another bad joke but THE SAME ONE!!!"

The stench overpowers Bor'Dor and he just PUKES again ... Matt: You can get up snd move, you know." Utkarsh: "Nah." Matt: "I respect that!" XD So he LIGHTNING BOLTS the fucker ...

More awesome Orym acrobatics! Nice ... First hit misses but second hits HARD!!! 17 points of damage ... and it's the HDYWTDT!!! Yay!

Laudna pulls Chill Touch on the last one. And then two Eldritch Blasts! POW POW!!! Sweet ...

Deni$e inflicts 34 points of slashing damage ... but she's also poisoned! Aaaaargh ... oof ... charming ... and yet she STILL gets the HDYWTDT!!! Wow! She full on DOMINATRIX attacks this thing with her whip and just KILLS the fucker. I love it ... XD

Laudna skitters over to Bor'Dor in THE SCARIEST WAY ... "Are you okay?" Seriously?

Ashton and Deni$e are immediately bonding now over both being total badasses. :3

Laudna: "You don't have to be so abrasive!" Pate: "I don't know how else to be! You made me like this!"

Ashton is correct, an exploding glyph at THE MOUTH OF A CAVE is a BAD idea ...

Sheep are QUIET animals? What sheep have YOU been hanging around, mate? Liam: "The other group did goats, we can't do that too!"

Oh god ... creepy booby-trap talking corpses ... this is so fucked up ... and it keeps getting worse with EACH new suggestion ... this is turning into a nightmarish freakshow ...

Discussing what happened at the Solstice ... and Prism knows all about Ludinus because she's Cobalt Soul ...

The old question again, what are they coming next?

Bor'Dor has to keep checking the tag on his potato sack to remember where he's from ... XD It's quite adorable in a really pathetic way.

Liam joking that the corpses are very much like the animatronic Presidents at Disney Land ... LOL

Wow ... is Bor'Dor and Prism staying up on watch turning into a meet-cute? I mean they're both so adorably dweeby ... :3

Next watch is Ashton and Laudna ... here we go ... am I gonna cry now?

Ashton: "This us what we do, we bring everybody back. There is no failure in this." Whoo ... that is one HARDCORE PROMISE, Greymoore.

Laudna sends Pate go find Ratchet again.

Deni$e knows Gilmour ... wait ... DARIAX?!!! He's on a wanted poster? ORYM'S on a wanted poster? So SHE knows Dariax? Holy fuck ... HE is the ex? Bloody hell ... O.O

Orym: "What I'm SUPPOSED to say us we're gonna find our friends and sort this out. But I'm having a tough time believing that."

Waking up ...

Prism suggesting CRAFTING a Sending Spell ... hmmmm ... I am NOT confident about that right now ...

Breathtaking view ...

The Ascendant Bridge Mountain ... the Sunderpeak Valley ... oh, Vasselheim? Wow ... they are FUCKING FAR AWAY INDEED ...

Orym: "It's not an imaginary horse, it's an IMAGINARY imaginary horse."

Heading for the town, then. Slogging away chewing jerky.

Matt: "And THAT'S where we're gonna end it for tonight."

New group to continue for the foreseeable, then ... and I LIKE them ...

#critical role #crit role campaign 3 #crit role spoilers #campaign 3 spoilers #campaign 3 episode 59 #matt mercer #marisha ray #laudna #travis willingham #chetney pock o'pea #laura bailey #imogen temult #liam o'brien #orym of the air ashari #ashley johnson #fearne calloway #taliesin jaffe #ashton greymoore #sam riegel #fresh cut grass #aimee carrero #deni$e #utkarsh ambudkar #bor'dor dog'son #emily axford #prism #prism critical role

[traderdales]

NEEEEED to see ranger from you

ranger - race and/or class predictions for the next campaign, for any and all players?

This one is hard. Real hard. This post (god bless finn) is basically all I have to go off so most of this is just guessing really. For shits and giggles as they say so let's go!

Izzy - We'll start with them because it sounds like they were the last to know about the new campaign anyways 😭 I'm basing this on the Halloween murder mystery special, Obie seemed a little more rough and into the whole thievery thing so we might be teetering on Rogue? Race is such a hard thing to guess being that there are... so... goddamn... many [i just counted over 80 options on dndbeyond alone help, i didn't even count subraces]. Maybe Changeling would fit with that playstyle cuz we damn well know Izzy likes to keep some secrets.

Cerin - Now the people want to know if Cerin is gonna do some magic. My thought is, eh, maybe? But I'm gonna stick with that idea, so I'm thinking Sorcerer. I wanna stick with my gut feeling of Genasi for this one, not too sure which element. Maybe fire? Yeahhhh Fire Genasi.

River - They've said before that casting in general fucking scares them (fair king, there are currently 484 spells in DnD 5e [and Matt Mercer knows all of them for some reason]) but I still think there might be a lil bit of casting in there. Feeling Paladin for them for a touch of casting with some badassery on the side. This might just be bias now but Dwarf would kinda kill if that's the case so that's what we're feeling here.

Nox - Here ye, here ye, I have a theory for thee. I see a Bard in thine future. This is entirely based on them saying they would want a character who speaks up more and what better to that with than with whatever tf the bard is. Sensing a Tiefling in their near future too for some devilish charm.

Cadillac - Last but not least, the forever DM themself. An aura of constant chaos follows them, but it really could be anythign with them. I'm going to go with Barbarian so they can air some shit out at their leisure. A Half-Orc pairing to go with that would sell it just right.

Summary:

Izzy - Rogue Changeling Cerin - Fire Genasi Sorcerer River - Dwarf Paladin Nox - Tiefling Bard Cadillac - Half-Orc Barbarian

And a reminder none of this is accurate and it's all just wild guesses.

#can you tell im advocating for more spellcasters #none of this is gonna be accurate please dont take this as gospel #i am but a lowly tumblr haver #please not my firstborn #no but really there are so many races jesus christ

[pinktintedmonocle]

Rules: Post your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers!

Thanks to @idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy, @wanderingspiritys and @secondclassfangirl for tagging me!

Oh boy, choosing just five is tough, but here we go:

Defiance – Black Sails

One of two fics I wrote for the Black Sails Fandom after binging the whole series in 2017 and just having a lot of feelings about Flinthamilton.  This is just a fun and fluffy oneshot with a smidge of angst set post series.

Summary: They lasted three weeks at the plantation before James set fire to something.

The Setup – Lucifer

This one was a fill for a prompt I got from a lovely anon on Tumblr, and was so much fun to write.  It’s Piercifer because I loved Tom Welling as Marcus Pierce – his chemistry with Tom Ellis was excellent and I do kinda wish they’d done more with his character in the show.  But that’s what fic is for anyway, right?

Summary: The ladies decide to set up Pierce and Lucifer. Shenanigans ensue.

Blue Is Not The Only Colour – Red Dwarf

Holy moly, this fic was a long time in the making – eleven years, to be precise.  I’ve been reading Red Dwarf fic for as long as I’ve had access to the Internet, so many a year now, but my attempts to write my own came to a halt in 2009 as I just had too much other stuff going on then.  But then the pandemic hit, I got two months off work and the new Dwarf special came out which was hella shippy, so I finally just dived in and wrote the Lister/Rimmer fic I’ve been meaning to write for over a decade.  And then I wrote two more straight after!

Summary: Red Dwarf is under attack. All systems are down with no hope of recovery. The crew is doomed. And all Lister can think about is Rimmer’s new purple uniform.

You See Right Through Me – Cobra Kai/Karate Kid

Oh my gosh, how do I choose between all my CK/KK fics?  I’ve now written 17 fics for this fandom, which is completely crazy because I’m never normally that prolific – before I found this fandom I was a 2-3 fics a year kinda gal.  It’s largely in part to the amazing fandom – you guys are all so amazing and supportive.  I’ve chosen this one in part because it’s the longest fic I’ve ever posted and managed to finish, so proud of myself for that, and also because writing tiny ghost!Daniel was a joy.

Summary: When Johnny breaks into a supposedly haunted house for a dare he’s not sure what he’s expecting to find, but it’s certainly not a small ghost from New Jersey with big eyes and an even bigger attitude.

Letters from a (would-be) lover – Morbius

Was Morbius a great film?  Possibly not.  Did I come out of the cinema the human equivalent of the heart eye emoji, obsessing over Matt Smith’s Milo?  You betcha!  His chemistry with Jared Leto was the best thing in that movie by a mile and it was actually really refreshing to see a film depict main characters suffering from chronic pain and the way they dealt with it in their day to day lives.  Granted, they all ended up turning into vampire bats, which I’m pretty sure isn’t an option for the rest of us, but still.  Anyway, I’m really happy with how this fic turned out, so it’s going on the list.

Summary: For Milo, there are good days and there are bad days, but there are also the worse days, the days where the pain takes over so completely that he loses his sense of self, days when he can’t eat anything or touch anything or even breathe without every nerve in his body screaming out in agony.

Milo can tell, before he’s even opened his eyes, that today is going to be one of those days.

I'm tagging @ereiniel, @xaviqrs, @asphodel-storm, @outforawalkbitkah and @missviolethunter and anyone else who sees this and wants to give it a go!

#ask game #cobra kai #lawrusso #black sails #flinthamilton #lucifer #piercifer #red dwarf #arnold rimmer #dave lister #michael morbius #morbius milo #morbius/milo

[rocketnbenavides]

My whole thursday campaign! Left to right:

At the top we got our amazing dm, symbolised by an octoling with 8 frying pans.

Then we got my baby Inan.

The lil goblin monk is Baatz

The triton next to her and Inan is Randy, a swashbuckler rogue.

The big ass barbarian orc is Orc Lord aka Matt.

His homeless bf, human spirits- alcohol- bard, Ian.

And finally, that silly little dwarf is Cornelius Bullet, a Gunslinger Fighter.

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Gettin’ Married

Yikes it's been three years lol okay absolutely wild to think it has been so long since I have updated. 

Big news: Getting married in August! August 25th, 2023. To Patrick Lindros (in case that wasn't clear) Life is really freakin good. Working for the Park still, last year we did Skyrim for adventure camp, it rocked. This year I am planning Lord of the Rings! Very excited about props and costumes for this one.Life at the park is unstable, new boss Serge is freaking weird. Susanne and Dave still have their dick measuring contests. I am just floating along. Always hoping for a promotion.

Wedding planning is pretty much complete. Just have to figure out centerpieces, shoes, and a cake. We are also honeymooning in Ireland for 2 weeks following the wedding! Excited beyond belief to marry Pat. He is the most wonderful partner I could imagine. the growth i have seen in him in just 4 1/2 years is insane. He was becoming more open-minded through college but since I have met him it’s skyrocketed. I love his passion toward everything in life, there's never a problem he can't solve. His love language is solving my problems I think lol He is patient with me, far more than other other person in my life. He listens to understand never to just respond. And best of all he is truly my best friend. there's nothing on this planet I could do that wouldn't be improved with his company. He makes me a better person everyday I am with him. We have gone through hard times, when we aren't on the same page of understanding but nothing so far has proven too hard to work out, and I have faith that nothing will. We have been discussing a lot lately in preparation for our life together. What our values are, opinions on how to raise our children, how to navigate our families and holidays, how to navigate emotional relationships with others. Bringing me to my next point:

I feel a surge in personal growth this past year unlike any time in my life. I feel like my mind has expanded to new ideas and possibilities. Something has clicked with how short life is and wasting time worrying about insignificant things. Also questioning societal norms more and dissecting what is personally important and what I truly do not care about. I've had a war with the people pleasing side of my all my life,  and lately I feel I have gained much more ammo. A stronger will and idea of who I am and what I stand for. Also maintaining the line of consideration and kindness but not letting people bully me into their opinions therefore changing the way I act and feel. Honestly I have a clear vision of who I want to be, my goal, and I feel I am finally on the right track. My anxiety is under control mostly, I have started taking care of myself mentally as well as physically. I garden, I grow, I work out, I keep an open mind and a level head. Those are the things I am focusing on most.

Social life is flourishing, through the larp (oh yeah I larp now) I have made some terrific connections and wonderful new friends. Notably Matt, Jimmy and Harrison who we now have a DnD campaign going with. Matt is our DM, Jimmy is an old cowboy bard, Dave is a young roguish warlock, Harrison is a dwarf tinkerer, and I'm a sorcerer princess centaur. It has been an absolute blast, my first campaign, with such theatrical nerdy people. And the larps themselves have been a terrific chance to spread my wings, work on social skills, and just escape for a weekend. As close as I am to Pat it is great to have that ability to separate from him (distance makes the heart stronger) and do something that is totally mine, an interest we don't share. Dave, Dylan, Patrick and I started larping on Hallowtide in November of 2021, I wasn't sure about it at first. It definitely tested my confidence, but really since I clicked with Matt it has been so rewarding.I talk yo Lili and Jess everyday through an app called Cappucino where we record daily beans. thats been great as a way to stay involved in each others lives on our own time.I don't see much of Gab and Grace, since were so busy working but when I do it's a blast. My bachelorette party is next weekend WOOOO, I cant wait to see all my best friends in one place. 

Family life is unstable, putting it nicely. Jesse and Melissa unfortunately are going through a divorce. A messy one. Arya is 6 and Ozzy is 3. It's been hard on everyone involved. I wish I could do more to help, especially with Arya. But its hard with them living 45 minutes away. Arya did come to one of my nature eaglet classes and she was adorable, she had such a good time. I'm excited for her to come to my camp this summer! Just trying to be a stable influence in her life, I know shes little but I always want her to know I am in her corner. No matter what life throws at her.

And that's pretty much all for now? Hope I don't wait this long to post again. My life is always eventful.

5/16/2023