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Hey, I wanted to take a moment and say that I really enjoy the blog! Thanks for all the time and effort that you put in it!
I was also wondering if you might be able to provide some help? One of my players has been trying to make a patron that has a strong theme of sorrow and woe; without dipping into Fae territory. They’ve reached out to me to help and I’ve got absolutely nothing! Any ideas or concepts you might be able to make?
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Monsterhunt: Thousandfold Sorrows
The hardest part of moving on is finding the way forward
A spirit of the plane of mirrors, Thousandfold Sorrows hunts those riven by great grief and loss, harrowing them with visions of a moment from their past from which they are unable to move on. Pain, shame, false hope, as the victim's mind is fractured by a multitude of emotions reality starts to go with it: different versions of their life playing out the possibility of what could've been.
Adventure Hooks:
A tragic cart accident goes even more awry as an out of control wagon runs into a girl walking down a busy market street who proceeds to shatter into thousands of mirrored shards infront of all the onlookers, horrifying the boy she was out on the town with. Stranger yet, the girl's description matches that of a young woman who went missing from her job at an antique store some weeks ago, as well as numerous other incidents all around the city. As it turns out, the shopgirl has fallen victim to Thousandfold Sorrows while she was lamenting wasting her youth in the dusty old shop instead of out there living life. Now she wanders the labyrinth of the mirror dimension, and the only way to get her back is to convince one of the impulsive duplicates that've slipped free in the previous days to take her place.
Seeking to undo the mistakes of the past, an aging mage has summoned Thousandfold Sorrows to ruminate on a tragedy from his youth, where the lives of his closest friends were sacrificed in the process of averting a magical disaster that would have ravaged the countryside. Increasingly desperate to know if he really did make the right choice, the mage has had Thousandfold sorrows run through endless permutations of events, eventually causing a chain-reaction of mirror magic that's split the local area (and nearby village) into three time lines: The present, the idealistic past, and an alternate version of events ravaged by wild magic. Caught in the middle, the party must discern the boundaries between truth and illusion and overcome paradoxical hazards in order to set the land right once again.
Like many creatures of the mirror dimension, Thousandfold Sorrows does not bear explicit ill towards those it haunts, instead existing in a state of perpetual reflection from a very limited viewpoint. It can communicate only through flawed reccolection, asking questions (sometimes radically inappropriate ones) about what its quarry WANTS as it desires to understand. One could perhaps say that it is hyperempathic but when that empathy is focused on something the quarry would really rather be left alone, conflict and tragedy will invariably ensue.
For the asker: Using Thousandfold Sorrows as a warlock patron will require your character to create a rough outline of their character and something tragic in their past, then have the mirror spirit relfect it back at them over and over and over as it tries to empathise. As for actual stats, I'd recommend searching 3rd party mirror magic and the unearthed arcana subreddit.
If you're not feeling particularly mirror focused, I could also recommend a number of possible patrons:
An engine of doom, pushed beyond its appointed rest
The Demon queen of despair and decay
A corrupted pagan god of being trapped in pain
A number of patrons in the "Compendium of forgotten secrets: awakening" one of the best and most thematically interesting warlock books out there, give it a google.
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slaughter-books · 2 months
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Day 1: JOMPBPC: February Goals
My immediate TBR for February, 2024! 💜
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lindalofbroome · 3 months
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18 - Ripples
The man hesitated, the bracelet hanging between his fingers. 'It is forever, while we live,' he warned, suddenly unsure of her. But Rosalyn looked deep in his eyes and smiled, and felt his joy as if it were her own as he fastened the bracelet around her wrist. TALES OF DELTORA Tenna Birdsong Tales The Trader's Daughter
and they lived happily ever after the end
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phoelipop · 4 months
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What Nerra would wear at the slumber party... long black nightgown cuz she's goffic (inspired by the Undertale sleepover art for its 8th anniversary!)
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erotetica · 1 year
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ik the Genovese sailed direct to Jerusalem, but I can prove Nicolo went the long way, bc you know he doesn’t think a pilgrimage counts unless you’re starving outside Antioch, gnawing nettles. Yusuf wakes up after his first death and he can’t think of anything flowery or existential abt his new rival, just ‘who microwaved this muppet’
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loyaltyandchaos · 8 months
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@hamadaxfighter  [x]
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"Well, given that I went AWOL, this should be easy."
It was no coincidence that Waxer was far from the base. He went AWOL, deciding that the empire was not a republic and did not deserve his loyalty. Especially considering what happened to Ryloth. So Waxer planned to go there and help the Twileks in the rebellion. And this boy... an ordinary child or a Jedi? Shouldn't he be hiding?
"I'm done with the imperial army. I want to go to Ryloth and help my Twi'lek friends. Do you have a ship? Could you take me there?"
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kraviolis · 2 years
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you shall never convince me that the clones dont know mando’a. ive accepted this fanon into my heart its utterly delightful and entirely canon as far as im concerned
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ardenrosegarden · 21 days
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Well, here it is: The Good Ol OC fic! I was going to give it a few more rewrites, but I know myself well enough that it’s code for ‘Avoiding posting’. It’s a one-shot that’s definitely self indulgent. Enjoy!
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umbriasud · 1 year
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Aziende chimiche del Ternano, il sindacato: "Alcantara e Novamont" due occasioni perse
La visita del Vice Ministro Valentini in Alcantara Due occasioni perse per riflettere su possibilità di sviluppo delle aziende chimiche del polo (o ex polo?) ternano-narnese. All’Alcantara di Nera Montoro si è recato in visita Valentino Valentini, viceministro delle Imprese e del made in Italy: “Grazie ad imprese come Alcantara – ha detto Valentini – il made in Italy si qualifica come brand che…
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bladelasdragon · 1 year
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These girls can turn into planets
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eeaksart · 4 months
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“Nerra, it means brother.”
Old drawing of Waxer and Numa, reunion.
Check it out on Instagram:
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slaughter-books · 6 months
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My beautiful September, 2023 book haul! 💛
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lindalofbroome · 1 year
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16 - Magic
‘We were given this in trust for you,’ Edelle said. ‘It contains nine powers to aid you in your quest. We swore to keep it safe, and to give it to you when you came to us. In return, you must swear never to tell a living soul how you came by it. Do you so swear?’
THE THREE DOORS The Golden Door Ch 10 The Fellan
i started colouring this but i bailed lmao but anyway have some sorcerer dann content. i have wanted to do something like this for apparently almost two years. or maybe longer. but the note i found dated to around then. lmao one night i was lying in bed and then i shot out to note down the image i had of dann swimming with a ghostly gold serpent to express the power of the scale. it’s so surreal to actually see it now hahah. someday i might finish it properly but for now this is enough i reckon
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sailorkamino · 1 year
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the force and plants (tech's pov)
wildflower masterlist
relationships: twi'lek!jedi!reader x tech [gn, neurodivergent reader, can be platonic or romantic]
word count: 1.9k
summary: You and Tech can talk for hours about your shared interests and curiosities. On your first mission to Felucia you go on a nature walk and explain how you perceive each batcher in the force.
warnings: tech and reader are neurodivergent, brief insecurities, mentioned sensory overload, tech worries his info dumping is annoying, reader befriends a snake, dehumanization/mistreatment of clones
mando'a translations: vod- sibling, ori'vod- older sibling
ryl translations: nerra- brother
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Tech has never met anyone that shared his thirst for knowledge, then he got a jedi.
When you mention liking plants he tells you every fact he knows. When you fire back with plants he’s never even heard of he stares at you in shock. Later he uses his datapad to confirm everything you told him is correct. He doesn't sleep that night. Too busy researching.
The next day he sees the lockscreen on your own datapad. It’s you, a Kel Dor jedi, and a clone trooper with a gigantic white wolf. You notice his stare and smile. “Did you know loth wolves are force sensitive?” No, he did not know that. He asks you multiple questions about the force and the jedi. He knows Hunter told him not to interrogate you but he can’t help himself and you don’t seem to mind.
“I read that jedi can heal with the force. How does that work, sir?”
“Well first you use the force to assess the injury, feel how much damage is done and envision what needs to be fixed. Then you use the living force to speed up the natural healing process.”
“Can you read minds?”
“Yes but not in the way that you think. I don’t hear verbal thoughts, it’s more like feelings and intentions.”
“What is the force like?”
“It’s like a comm in the back of my mind, constantly flicking through channels. The volume changes but it never turns off.” Without meaning to his face screws up. That sounds completely overwhelming. He thinks about Hunter hiding under his blankets, whimpering from sensory overload after a hard training session. He frowns worryingly.
You smile as if sensing his concern. You probably can. “I know it sounds like a lot but once you’re used to the background music, you can’t live without it.”
You also enjoy mechanics but oddly enough you talk about droids like they're living beings. You confess that when you first joined the order, later than most and unable to speak a word of basic, you had a hard time making friends. You spent a lot of time with droids. Tech can relate.
Then you’re excitedly pulling him to your temporary quarters on Kamino, saying you have something to show him. “When my master found out I was joining a unit without an official medic he got me Pup.”
“Pup?”
“She’s an AZI series surgical assistant droid!”
He shouldn’t be surprised you’ve named your droid. And gave it pronouns. You never use CT numbers when referring to clones. If they don’t have a name yet you call them vod or nerra or even an affectionate name like dear one. But never by a number.
You even show him the inner workings of your lightsaber, all though Tech is a bit distracted by the fact the parts are all levitating. The way you explain your weapon as it’s a part of you reminds him of Crosshair.
You both have an interest in foreign languages and cultures. Tech explains that growing up the bad batch were completely isolated from other clones and most trainers. The little mando’a they do know they learnt from their ori’vod, 99.
Your conversations become a mix of languages the others fail to keep up with: Basic, Ryl, Dai Bendu, Mando’a, and even Huttese. You’re practically fluent thanks to past undercover work and Tech finds the crass language interesting. The insults are most creative.
When he sits in the pilot seat of the marauder for the first time you’re beside him with a smirk, “modify anything you want, just tell me how to use it.” He has never been given so much creative freedom before and it makes his mind buzz with ideas. When he tests how fast the ship can go his brothers scream but you grin in the co pilot's seat. Tech finds he quite enjoys your company.
Your first mission takes you to Felucia. It’s a success. The locals invite the you all to a feast that night but until then you have some free time. Tech wonders if you would be interested in helping him with those modifications you mentioned. Just then you enter the ship.
“I’m going to do some exploring if anyone wants to come. A local told me a lot of flowers are blooming right now.”
Tech’s head snaps up at your offer. Being raised on Kamino he has no real life experience with plants. It sounds most fascinating. He tells you so. You grin, bid goodbye to the rest of the batch, and the two of you are off.
He’s excitedly telling you about the medicinal properties of a neon colored flower when he spares a glance at you, his words trailing off awkwardly. Your back is to him as you kneel in the grass. Apparently the ground is more interesting than him.
The dismissal stings a bit but he tries to ignore it. He should be used to this kind of reaction by now. But… he learnt all this for you. He thought you liked plants. Maybe he’s the problem?
“Why’d you stop?”
The question makes him pause. He wasn’t expecting that. Maybe you’re pretending to care about his lecture to spare his feelings. Yes, that makes sense. From what he’s observed you care a great deal about other’s feelings.
“Apologies, general. I have the tendency to ramble.”
“I know.” You state neutrally. He gulps, feeling his ears redden in shame. Then you’re standing and turning to face him in one swift movement, a comforting smile on your lips. “I like it.”
For a moment he’s speechless. A feeling Tech is not used to. “Pardon?”
Then he notices something bright blue-green curled around your bare arm. Because you didn’t want to wear any armor for a nature walk. He has so many questions.
“I like talking to you. I always learn something new.” You calmly pet what Tech now recognizes as some kind of snake. “Your brothers don’t mind your talking either.”
He stares at you in shock. An odd warm, fluttery feeling blooms in his chest. Maybe he’s ill. You notice his stare and offer a shrug, like you soothe insecurities while adopting unknown creatures all the time. Maybe you do.
“This little guy was chilly so I offered him some body heat.”
You say it like that explains everything. Tech still has so many questions. “How could you tell he was uncomfortable?” He finally asks.
“In the force,” you answer plainly. “I can form emotional connections with animals. He's so calm because he can sense I want to help him.”
Okay. So you can communicate with animals. He’s adding that to his notes as soon as possible. Tech continues to stare at the colorful reptile. Where has he seen that scale pattern before? He made sure to research Felucia before their arrival so it’s reasonable to assume the snake popped up, but what is it’s name?
Tech frowns as he turns on his trusty datapad. He hates not knowing things. But before he can even open the app he remembers. Feluican tree viper. Venomous. He looks at your serene face in alarm.
“Don’t worry, Tech. He won’t hurt me,” you soothe, meeting his shocked gaze with a small smile. “I can feel your concern.”
He’s still put off by the venomous reptile wrapped around your flesh but he has to admit, it’s fascinating. He raises his datapad to take a pic. You wordlessly move the animal closer. “Thank you, sir.”
“You don’t have to call me that off missions.”
He hums noncommittally. The viper flicks out an orange tongue just as he snaps the holopic. “Do animals feel different than humans in the force?” He asks curiously.
“Mhmm it depends. All living things have a presence but creatures and plants are more... shallow." You give him a playful look, “I can recognize familiar signatures. I would never confuse you with a snake.”
“Do clones feel different from one another?”
“Of course they do!” You answer immediately, as if the question is ridiculous. “I could tell you apart blindfolded.”
He recalls a time the two of you were working on your droid when without looking up you greeted Crosshair who had entered the room. Tech didn’t think that much of it at the time. Growing up with a brother who can hear heartbeats and recognize scents he’s used to that kind of behavior. But now he’s curious.
“How do you perceive me?”
“You feel like… a tuned up engine.” Your eyes widen in alarm at your own words, the snake suddenly becoming restless against you. Tech is confused by your sudden change in demeanor. And slightly worried about the venomous reptile. If you get agitated while sharing an emotional connection with a creature, how will they react? For the first time in Tech life, he doesn't want to learn.
"Not in an inhuman way!” You splutter. “Your mind is just… a lot of working parts coming together. Is that rude?”
Tech has never been good at social cues but he is genuinely baffled now. Nothing about your explanation seemed snide or backhanded. “How would that be rude? It sounds like a fitting description.”
You take a calming breath as the viper slithers torwards your chest in an almost sympathetic way, small head resting over your heart. It's seemed to relax thankfully. It's almost like it's trying to comfort you? Fascinating. Your voice is meek when you answer, “well, some nat-borns treat clones like droids. I don’t want you to think I’m like that.”
Tech is caught off guard. Not only do you care about his emotions, you care what he thinks of you? That should be obvious. Why would he go on a nature walk with someone who views him as subhuman? Who doesn't respect him? He’s never been good at expressing himself so he just focuses on being honest. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t enjoy your presence. You have given me no reason to doubt your character.”
Your smile is gentle but meaningful. He awkwardly pushes up his goggles. Not one for emotional conversations he reverts to his comfort zone, researching. “What about my brothers?”
You hum thoughtfully as you bend down, allowing your snake friend to slither into the brush. You notice some fire colored flowers and plop onto the ground to get a closer look.
“Hunter is like… A calm forest.” You say, plucking a few of the plants. “Wrecker is fireworks.” You begin to tie the stems together with nimble fingers. “Crosshair is the air before a storm.”
Tech finds all your descriptions fitting. He's efficient. Hunter is steady. Wrecker is free spirited. Crosshair is harsh. That only leaves one member. “What about you?” He asks.
“Me?”
“How are you perceived by fellow jedi?”
“Well it changes from person to person but I’ve been told I’m bright and warm.” You explain as you stand. “My master once called me a shooting star.”
You suddenly thrust the hoop of flowers towards Tech. “It’s a necklace!” You explain proudly. He observes your innocent happiness as he dons the creation. He finds it hard to accept you’re the same warrior who took out 50+ battle droids only hours ago.
“Thank you, gen–” he cuts himself off, recalling your preferred nickname. “Thank you, Blossom.”
You positively beam. Tech is not force sensitive, nor does he understand the mystical energy field, yet he finds himself agreeing with your master’s assessment. You are indeed a shooting star.
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erotetica · 10 months
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What if I draw red-tint nicolos forever. Anyway love that he was born in ‘69
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