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eveningclouds · 2 years

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hiiiii I noticed you have been doing these cute things like spontaneous Tuesday and limiting your social media and I was just wondering why? because I’m trying to be more self reliant emotionally if that makes sense, and I’m just wondering what you’re doing with incorporating these small things into your life!

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i don't thhink i talk abt it too much but btwn nov 2020 - may 2021 i experienced a pretty rough period of psychosis. i'd experienced this before too, but i think it was exacerbated by the combination of intense physical isolation bc of covid + prolonged increased interaction over social media bc of covid + a series of unexpected upsetting things in my personal life...i questioned reality a LOT. like for example: how can u prove ur friends exist when u only text them? like how do u know ur not texting like an ai on an app with just the name of ur friend? how do u know that ur memories are real if you're the only one who remembers them? how is that different from a dream or imagination?...i developed some pretty strange beliefs from this about 'reality.'

around this same time my sister and i started walking to the park every friday just to get out of the house. it gave us something to look forward to when the rest of our days were monotonous. we got to see other people even if they were strangers. we were exposed to sunlight and physical activity in a fun way. and at first we were really miserable? going to the swings in 40 degree slush is not super fun. but it turned out that even just having new things to complain about helped vary our routines. and eventually i was able to ease out of the feeling that i was constantly being Watched by some omnipresent Spectre that was weaving my life in order to enrich someone else's dream universe or whatever. bc once i picked up an internship and started walking to the park and got a job i just had less time to sit around and talk myself into circles?

i always thought i had a healthy relationship with social media. i kept my harry stuff on here and found a rly cool community of people to talk to when i was rly bored and lonely. and i logged into insta once or twice a week just to check my friends' dms. but u don't rly realize how much of an effect it has on u to have continuous access to an online universe that has real Tangible impacts on ur worldview yet cannot be held in ur hands until u take time away from it. like even tho i put SO much effort into maintaining boundaries, for example by not reblogging pap pics or initially i would never even say that i 'loved' him or anything, just the fact that u have access to so much information changes the way u think ! it's kind of like with alcohol, u don't realize u have a dependence until u try going a week or two without it n realizing hey wait a minute...it IS way harder to stop than i thought it'd be

when i go on a four hour scroll on the internet, in the aftermath i just feel really fuzzy and frustrated. in a few days, i won't even remember what i read. like that short term satisfaction is fun but it also is such a time suck yk...but when i take a fifteen minute walk outside, i usually end up feeling so refreshed afterwards even if i was convinced it wouldn't be worth it. and in a few days, i'll still be able to recollect some person's cool outfit i saw or some flowers or sth. it makes me feel more engaged with and in control of my life when i break out of the internet scrolling inertia.

spontaneous tuesdays give me sth to look forward to! i struggle w True spontaneity #autism so i schedule them, but they help me regulate my time better, get used to doing things alone (usually), and add an element of comfortable unpredictability into my routine. social media breaks make me more conscious about how much time i spend on social media - what i'm gaining and what i'm losing - and also basically force me to keep up with my other hobbies like reading and art. i feel centered when i read a book and i feel accomplished when i draw a picture, two feelings i hardly associate with social media. i think they're both just about mindfulness? like...noticing and engaging with my surroundings with more intention and care for myself. it's really hard at first bc obv i'd rather spend my class-free day laying in bed instewd of lost on the subway!! but at the end of the day i'm always glad i've gone through with it :)

#sorry for writing an essay apparently spontaneous tuesdays are more important to me than i realized #i hope u have a good day!! best of luck with ur intentions ❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️💐💐💐💐💐#love uuuuuu #mail #long post

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welcometoels · 3 years

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Session Fifteen - Betrayal!

Ditched by their supposed friend Zanthia in the middle of what turned out to be a bank heist, the party finds themselves in a smoke-filled corridor, with a large, angry gentleman in armour demanding their surrender. At his back stand two guards; a mage; Wandbutt; and, outside the door, a peaky Herrington.

With limited options available, the group decides to stand and fight.

Kadis is the first to move, sneaking into the middle of the thick smoke to contemplate his next action. While he cannot see the enemy from this position, they also cannot see him - giving him the advantage.

The knight - Sir Beeswax Halffeather, according to his own pompous declaration - becomes frustrated by the poor visibility, and makes a grab at the only person he can see - Julius. Fortunately, now back in his Otter form - Zanthia’s magic having expired upon her departure - Julius manages to slip the knight’s grasp.

Now even more annoyed, Beeswax calls out to Herrington, telling the nauseated wretch to blow on his horn for reinforcements. He follows the orders, and miraculously manages to not vomit.

Cailynn follows Kadis’ lead and sneaks into the smoke, followed by the tiny wyvern Moo. Julius also has his eyes on the smoke and dips in too. However, he takes a hefty blow from Beeswax straight across the back.

Reeling from the injury, Julius spins around and summons up a wave of druidic power, targeted at the spot he just left. Water rises up from nowhere, and slams hard into the knight, one of the unnamed guards, and Wandbutt.

Beeswax and the guard brace against the water, and though the damage is enough to knock the guard out, the knight barely flinches. Wandbutt, however, is knocked backwards. He lands heavily on his posterior, winces, and expires with a complex look on his face.

Talion steps forth now. After passing a Healing Word to Julius, he shifts to the edge of the smoke and trains his shortbow on the mage in the corner. The arrow finds its mark, leaving a deep gash along the mage’s face. As the spellcaster turns his head slowly back towards the Half-Elf, he mutters an incantation, and a ball of flame appears at his fingertips, which he then launches Talion’s way.

Fortunately for most of the team, the blast’s range is too short to reach them. Sadly, Talion and Julius are not as lucky. They dodge the worst of the damage, but still take a very unpleasant singeing.

As the last surviving unnamed guard stands slack-jawed at the carnage [DM’s note: I totally forgot to give him a turn], Oddsock rushes forth into the smoke, raring to get involved in the action. Before he can do so, however, Kadis hones in on the location of the knight, and shows him who’s boss.

It turns out that Beeswax is boss. All of Kadis’ deft monk attacks glance off the suit of armour - unlike Beeswax’s greatsword, which leaves deep gashes across fragile Human flesh. Good job he recently changed into a red outfit, really.

Cailynn dips out of the smoke now, and throws out one of Melf’s famous Acid Arrows right into the knight’s smug face. Acid gets right into he helmet, causing a surprising amount of damage - bolstered by the Mote of Creation. Moo attempts a follow-up, but misses. Silly Moo.

Attracted by the commotion, Julius rushes through the smoke, colliding with Kadis. He puts his healing paws on the monk, and channels his druidic magic at the highest power he can muster, knitting the wounds almost entirely.

Talion nocks another arrow to his bow and fires it at the knight, but Beeswax’s armour is too thick for him to notice.

Someone who does notice, however, is the mage. Since he can now see more of the group, he triangulates a second Fireball to catch all of the visible miscreants. The blast hits hard and true - even Oddsock does not escape - and the damage is extensive. Whilst most of the group stays upright, Talion, sadly, does not. He falls to the ground, unconcious.

The forgotten guard, deciding that he is extraneous to requirements, slips outside to find out what is keeping Herrington and the reinforcements. Herrington blows the horn again, and feels an unpleasant sensation in the back of his breeches.

Things are looking bleak for our heroes, but fate had not accounted for an angry Golden Retriever with crispy fur. Calling upon the unholy powers of his patron, Oddsock fights fire with fire, in the most literal sense.

The effect is horrifying. The guard in the doorway is immediately reduced to ash, and Herrington follows shortly after, with just enough time to regret lying about killing a dragon.

Beeswax is partially cooked inside his armour, and collapses into a heap, while the mage barely stays standing. This is only a temporary matter, though, as a sharp whack from Kadis’ quarterstaff rattles his head off the back wall, and the floor makes another new friend.

A moment of peace follows, allowing the team to take stock and assist their injured members. Cailynn uses Spare The Dying on Talion to stabilise him, and Julius follows up with some healing magic to get him back on his feet. Talion pays it forward by decanting a healing potion into his special cup and passing it to Kadis.

Unfortunately, the downtime is brief, as the reinforcements arrive. Oddsock peeks out the door to see seven more guards, and two lumbering clay golems with guard uniforms painted on.

The group weighs up their options. A suggestion to return to the vaults and pretend to be hostages is mooted, but eventually disregarded as the approaching aggressors make it clear that they somehow are aware of who the group are, and what they are doing.

Next suggestion is to stand and fight. A good idea, perhaps, for a time when spell slots are less depleted, and the threat of further reinforcements is less pressing.

Julius presents one more option - running away. The group of bold adventurers baulk at this initially, but then accept that retreat may be best. Off under a tree outside, Storm Hellflayer loudly concurs, though only Oddsock and Julius are aware.

Though they are fleeing, the team are damned if they are going to go out without a bang. The offensive is lead by Cailynn, who flips up a rock from the pathway and flings it magically into Beeswax’s face, just as he was beginning to regain consciousness. The charred High Elf slumps back to the ground with a whimper.

Oddsock has more dramatic ideas. As his companions dash to the horses, he unleashes another fireball at the approaching guards. Three of them are immediately vapourised, and another three are knocked unconscious, along with two guard horses.

Spoiler - The horses eventually recover entirely from their injuries, and later enjoy telling the story to their three friends, Horse, Horse and Horse.

As the ground sizzles, the gang mounts the five horses they parked up earlier, with Julius drawing the Storm straw. With one last Eldritch Blast from Oddsock laying waste to the final guard, the group makes good their escape.

As they gallop further north, horns sound behind them, but begin to fade. The forest gets thicker, and the path patchier, and after a short while they decide to slow down. They are safe, for now.

As the horses walk along, their riders look about. Mostly they just see forest. Even Julius’ expert eye for this kind of terrain sees nothing of note. Cailynn, though, sees a crow.

And the crow sees her.

Alighting from its branch, the crow lands atop Cailynn’s horse’s head, and begins tapping its beak against its own leg. Around this leg is tied a small piece of paper.

With care, Cailynn removes the paper, and the crow taps her hand and flies away. Unfurling it, she reads the note to herself:

Looks like you’ve got yourself in some trouble, kitten. Keep going north east and ask for Ebeneezer. He’ll take care of you.

At the bottom of the paper is a symbol - a circle with two triangles above it, side by side and pointing upward. Cailynn knows exactly what this means, and who the note is from.

Making a decision to share the more pertinent information with the party, she tells them that the note is from a friend, who can be trusted. Since they have no better leads, they head north east.

Before long, daylight all but disappears, and the party makes camp. Julius gathers up some nutritious leaves and berries, and Rupert the fey weasel clambers up a tree to keep lookout for pursuers.

As they settle down, Cailynn starts the work of recreating Moo, and Julius asks Talion what Zanthia might have meant by ‘Dragonboy’. He takes a deep breath, and tells the group more about his history.

While his father was indeed a High Elf, his mother was a dragon - a Song Dragon more specifically, and perhaps the last one left in the world. Throughout his life, his family was pursued, which left his father dead and his mother missing, but not before she could magically transport him away in a bolt of lightning.

Talion holds up the jagged piece of obsidian that hangs from his neck, beside his silver dragon scale. This is his memento of that day - fused sand from the black Elsian beach where he found himself.

The mood grows a little sombre, broken only by a squeaking from Oddsock’s pack. He pulls out Tim the chewy dragon toy and has a gnaw, and is immediately dragged from this reality to a little hipster pocket dimension.

Oddsock’s patron stands ready sum up the situation. Yes, being betrayed was bad, but pretty much everything else was brilliant - especially making all those guards explode.

Best of all, though, is the book. Across its cover, the word Sre’Yalp glows faintly with magical potential. Inside, however, the writing is indecipherable, shifting constantly into different languages, then somehow all languages at once. Trying to read just a single sentence induces terrible eye strain, even for a powerful genie.

One thing that is easily legible is a bookplate, pasted on to the first page. It reads, in Common and all capitals:

PROPERTY OF REMINI BENSK SOTS

Warlock and patron look blankly at each other. Clearly more information is required.

Before sending Oddsock on his way, his patron bestows a little more power on him, with a gentle nose boop. Oddsock’s lustrous golden fur crackles with potential, becoming more resistant to fire damage. Furthermore, his paws tingle and he unexpectedly finds himself floating.

Oddsock bobs around the pub for a few minutes while his patron tried to give him steering advice. After watching his charge paddling furiously while his tail helicopters ineffectively, the genie shrugs and sends his floating four legged friend back out into the world.

Oddsock thankfully reacquaints himself with the ground - still upside down - just in time for bed, under the watchful eyes of Rupert and the new and improved Moo. The adventurers settle down to an uneventful night, though Talion does have several thrashy rage dreams about a certain Halfling. Thankfully, he is sleeping alone on this night.

Come the morn, the team breaks up camp and strikes back out. After a few hours, they find themselves at a clearing, and staring down the shaft of a drawn arrow. At the feather-end stands a Wood Elf, dressed all in black, demanding to know why they are there.

Cailynn steps forth and presents the note. The black-clad figure peruses the note, then Cailynn, then the note. After a few back-and-forths, the arrow is lowered, and the Wood Elf leads them further into the clearing.

Beside a fire sits an old, skinny Human with two left teeth. His clothes are flithy, and barely more than rags, but he carries a clear air of authority.

“My name is Ebeneezer Chaotic-Neutral,” he says, in a voice thick with tobacco and bad lifestyle choices. “Welcome to my camp.”

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raeynbowboi · 4 years

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How to Play as Violet Parr in DnD 5e

To be fair the Invisible/Force Fields power combo is a surprisingly common trope, so you can also view this as how to plays as the Invisible Woman Susan Storm among other characters with this power set, I was just introduced to Violet first, and I’m a bigger fan of Disney and Pixar than I am of Marvel.

First up for Race, we’re mostly human but genetically mutated. It’s never made clear how supers came to be, but it seems to just be a genetic mutation, so Violet is a Variant Human. Variant Humans get +1 in two stats of their choice, we’ll choose DEX and INT. Luckily for this build, we only need 2 stats to be as maxed as possible so the rest can be dumped in the trash where they belong. Variant Humans also get to pick up a free feat, and here are your best options: Defensive Duelist - While wielding a finesse weapon, when an enemy makes a melee attack, add your proficiency bonus to your AC. A high AC means stronger forcefields which means fewer attacks are going to hit you. Also, because Abjuration Wizards get Spell Resistance which not only improves spell saving throws but reduces damage taken from spells, this melee-exclusive dodging aid is a fantastic option to further capitalize on her forcefields by reducing the odds of spells working on her and on melee attacks getting past her defenses. The only drawback is that Violet does not canonically use any finesse weapons. However, if your DM is willing to handwave the finesse requirement by letting Violet use a shield for this feat, it could still be in character for her. Fade Away - Okay, this is a Gnome exclusive feat but it works very nicely for her. Immediately upon taking damage, Violet will turn invisible, allowing her to run away or recuperate herself. As Violet’s invisibility is a little harder to incorporate into her build, this is a great way to give her another route to becoming invisible during combat.

Medium Armor Master - Only if you have proficiency with medium armor, you no longer have disadvantage on stealth checks which is great for an invisible girl with a knack for stealth. Your AC increases by an extra +1 when your DEX is 16 or more.

Moderately Armored - You gain proficiency with Medium Armor and Shields if you don’t already have it, and +1 STR or DEX. Not necessary if Violet takes a few levels in Cleric, Fighter, or Paladin.

Shield Master: You can use your shield to push enemies away, add your shield’s AC bonus to DEX saving throws, and Uncanny Dodge becomes Evasion.

Violet isn’t above defying her mother and sneaking on the plane, but then later on, Violet is the one advocating for following their mother’s instructions and doing as they’re told. Thus, I’d label her as Neutral Good. She does what she thinks is right, which isn’t always following the rules, but not always breaking it either.

For background, City Watch has been my standard go-to for super heroes. However, she’s dealing with a secret identity and is technically a criminal since super heroes aren’t currently legal. Secret Identity variant Charlatans get proficiency with Deception so you can bluff to your boyfriend that you’re totally normal and Sleight of Hand so you can sneakily take evidence about criminal activity.

The Class Weirdo

Let’s get this out of the way first, you are an Abjuration Wizard of at least 14 levels. By 14th Level you get temporary hit points equal to 2x your Wizard level + your INT mod when you cast an Abjuration spell. News flash, Mage Armor and Shield are both Abjuration spells. Literally any time you raise your AC, you’re getting an instant, automatic base 33 temp HP points, and 45 if you go maxed out Wizard. But more importantly, at 14th level, you not only have advantage on resisting spells, but when they do hit you, they deal resisted damage, leaving only melee attackers as a viable threat. Trust me, you want to be a 14th level Abjuration Wizard. However, there are a few other multiclass options to consider.

Cleric Protection: Your Wisdom score won’t be very high, but then, you’d mostly use your Cleric levels to pick up non-damaging spells like Sanctuary, Shield of Faith, Warding Bond, Spirit Guardians, and Guardian of the Faith. You pretty much get handed the Protection Fighting Style, and Radiant Defense which gives you or an ally radiant armor that, when struck for the first time, deals 2d10+your cleric level radiant damage. Too bad you need to be 14 levels in Wizard, so the absolute highest this can be is 2d10+6 for anywhere from 8 - 26 damage. You also get proficiency with Medium Armor and Shields, which is important.

Fighter Psychic Warrior: You tap into your inner reservoir of psychic energy. With augmented defenses, you can reduce any damage you or an ally takes by 1d10. You also get mage hand but big woop you already picked that up as a Wizard Cantrip.

Fighting Style Options: Defense: Increases your AC by +1 Interception: Reduce damage meant for an ally within 5 feet by 1d10, however distance can be discussed with your DM. Protection: Impose disadvantage on attacks meant for an ally within 5 feet.

Paladin Redemption: You can punish those who take violent actions against those other than you in radiant damage equal to the damage they just dished out with your Channel Divinity. At 7th Level you can take damage for your allies, but by 7th level, you’re a little out of luck, since that makes 21, and is therefore not viable. Also, Paladin requires CHA to multiclass and Violet is awkward and insecure.

Rogue Okay, so this one doesn’t offer shield proficiencies, but on the other hand, it does offer Uncanny Dodge, which becomes as good as Evasion with Shield Master. You also get Expertise so you can be unbelievably good at Stealth, Sleight of Hand, Deception, or Investigation. There’s no real recommendation here, as none of the Roguish Archetypes really seem to scream “yo, this is so Vi”, but Rogue is still a useful class to consider for her build. However, I suppose the best is Inquisitive as it lets her detect lies and makes her better at perception and investigation out of combat to find clues so she can solve crime.

As an Abjuration Wizard, Intelligence is the #1 priority. It’ll provide us with more temporary hit points when we use our Arcane Ward. Dexterity determines our AC. This can be one’s knack for dodging attacks (as was the case with Itachi) or it can be the deciding factor for how hard your defenses are to bypass. Considering a multiple ton robot had to drop its entire body on Violet multiple times to break her shield, I’d argue her shield must be pretty durable, so a high AC is in order. After that, we’ll pick up Constitution. While it’s fair that Violet herself isn’t super tough, her high CON stat could be seen as an extension of her force field powers. After that, the other three can land wherever you want to put them. This is one Fighter who doesn’t care about having a high STR stat, and Violet doesn’t need WIS or CHA outside of multi-classing.

Name: Violet Parr Race: Variant Human Background: Secret Identity Charlatan Alignment: Neutral Good Class: Psychic Warrior Fighter (4) Abjuration Wizard (16) Base Stats: Strength: 8 (-1) Dexterity: 20 (+5) Constitution: 14 (+2) Intelligence: 20 (+5) Wisdom: 10 (0) Charisma: 8 (-1) Saving Throws: Strength: +5 Dexterity: +5 Constitution: +8 Intelligence: +5 Wisdom: 0 Charisma: -1 Combat Stats: HP: 132 AC: 19 Speed: 30 Initiative: +5 Proficiency Bonus: +6 Passive Perception: 16 Dark Vision: 0 feet Proficiencies: Athletics (Fighter) Deception (Charlatan) Insight (Fighter) Sleight of Hand (Charlatan) Stealth (Variant Human) Skills: Acrobatics: +5 Medicine: 0 Animal Handling: 0 Nature: +5 Arcana: +5 Perception: 0 Athletics: +5 Performance: -1 Deception: +5 Persuasion: -1 History: +5 Religion: +5 Insight: +6 Sleight of Hand: +11 Intimidation: -1 Stealth: +11 Investigation:+5 Survival: 0

Equipment Leather Armor Shield

Damage Resistances: All Spell Damage

Paladin Feature: Fighting Style Interception: When an ally creature within 5* feet is attacked, use your shield to intercept 1d10+ Proficiency Bonus amount of damage.

Spell Slots 1st (4) 2nd (3) 3rd (3) 4th (3) 5th (2) 6th (1) 7th (1) 8th (1)

Violet’s Spellbook*

Wizards can learn ore spells than this, but we’re only focused on shielding and invisibility spells. Even her teleportation spells are a reflavored way for her to disappear and reappear somewhere else.

Cantrips 2nd Level 5th Level Blade Ward Blur Arcane Hand Friends Hold Person Hold Monster Mage Hand Invisibility Intellect Fortress Message Levitate Wall of Frce True Strike Misty Step Wall of Light 1st Level 3rd Level 6th Level Feather Fall Counterspell Globe of Invulnerability Mage Armor Magic Circle Guards and Wards Pro. from Evil & Good Nondetection 7th Level Shield Protection from Energy Teleport Ten’s Floating Disk 4th Level 8th Level Greater Invisibility Antimagic Field Mord’s Private Sanctum Ostil’s Resilient Sphere

Actions:

Action Surge: Take an extra action once per rest.

Bonus Actions:

Second Wind: Recover 1d10+4 HP once per rest.

Features:

Abjuration Savant: Spend less time and money copying Abjuration spells. Arcane Recovery: Recover 8 or fewer level 5 or lower spells on a short rest. Arcane Ward: Get temp HP equaling 2x Wizard Level + INT Mod on first use, and 2x spell level on subsequent uses until you finish a long rest when you cast an abjuration spell of 1st Level or higher. Defensive Duelist: Add your Proficiency to your AC against melee attacks. False Identity: You have a legally recognized second identity as a super. Improved Abjuration: Add your proficiency to checks for abjuration spells. Interception Fighting Style: Reduce damage on allies by 1d10+6 within 5 feet. Projected Ward: Your Arcane Ward can shield other creatures within 30 feet. Psychic Armament: Reduce damage of you and others within 30 feet by 1d10 Shield Master: Use your shield to push, add your Shield’s AC to DEX throws. Spell Resistence: Advantage on spell throws and take resisted spell damage. Telekinetic Hand: Cast invisible Mage Hand without components.

Between your high AC and your Arcane Ward bolstering your Temp HP, once you start getting to higher levels, your actual HP bar will hopefully start to see dwindling instances of being reduced. Pair her with a dedicated healer, and your team should be nice and secure with her around. How do you feel I did building Violet Parr? Would you build her differently? And as always, I take requests.

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bekahdoesnerdshit · 4 years

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ask Two for the angst ones this time: 13 for raini, 5 (possibly will be pertinent come the end of this minicampaign) & 29 (she literally has Any Weapon w/ her pact so it's fititng) for ayen, 7 & 10 (hehe I know there's trauma in this one) for cog, and then mix and match 4, 17, 18 between Caspian, Ryker, and Brilliance bc I don't know them as well and I would Like To

My life is just below readmores now, I guess. Will I ever learn to shut the fuck up? No! And that is a promise

Raini

13. What does it take to make your character cry? Oh boy. Raini definitely isn’t a big crier, because she a) doesn’t really let herself get to that point and b) hard pivots into “angry” over “upset” and she isn’t an angry crier. She’s cried twice in game so far, and probably not many times before that. In both in game cases -and likely the always alluded to but never seen “before times”- the catalyst for her crying was being overwhelmed. In a good way, bad way, whatever, but that’s the trigger. Just- Looking at something, not knowing what else to do but let yourself cry about it, and not seeing any reason to stop yourself. (shfjsdjkfh the funny answer is: during sex. But can you IMAGINE jskdfskjdf)

Ayen

5. Would they ever turn on someone they just met in order to save themselves? Oh for sure. Without question. Not without guilt, in fairness, but without question. She’s pretty well adjusted, pretty “go with the flow”, but she did grow up in a pretty cutthroat world. She was spared from having to make those kinds of brutal decisions from a super young age by Shadow Mom, but she definitely saw the fallout of those choices and learned that, while it’s all well and good to do the “right” thing, it’s much more important to do the right thing for you. If that means condemning some stranger to die so you and yours don’t have to? So be it. Better people have done worse, because that’s sometimes just how things go. I’ll be honest! This character decision was a completely on the fly one when we were having that debate in the library about what we should do with the information we learned in the library. But I stand by it. In character, Ayen 1000% sees whatever’s going on as Not Her Business. It’s fucked up, sure! But, you know. Not her monkeys, not her circus. 29. What is their weapon of choice, and what weapon do they dislike using the most? Bro I love that Ayen doesn’t have A Specific Weapon SO much. Especially because Pact of the Blade specifically makes it so that, whatever weapon she summons, she’s proficient in while wielding it. So she sees somebody using a weapon, goes “oh! cool!” and summons it herself, and then just. Intuitively knows how to use is. How fucking funny is that conceptually?? Her go to if things are serious or she doesn’t have time to pick something obscure is a longsword. Dad uses a greatsword, and a longsword is pretty close to that! Image how cool they looked fighting off assholes, back to back, with two bigass swords? Is that the only reason it’s her favorite? No of course not!!!! That would- that would be silly. And childish. Swords are just cool is all. She hasn’t used any in game, but I think she honestly just doesn’t like any kind of polearm. It’s like, is it technically safer to be a little further from your enemy? Sure. Does it give you a small tactical advantage? Maybe so. But they’re so uglyyyy and they look weird and you have to use both hands and the balance is weird and >:( Spears can stay because you can throw them but you’re on thin fucking ice.

Cog

7. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would it be and why? Thank GOD Alex I wanted this one for Cog SO bad!!! Valentine WastelandGame! If you can read this! You’re a dead motherfucker!! This is for a variety of reasons including but not limited to: - Is responsible for the deaths of at least 3 separate world leaders! Uh oh! - Asked for my blood one time! To do Science on! Not cool! - Ace doesn’t like him. Enough said. - Called Ace “hotheaded” and “brutish” keep his NAME out of your MOUTH - Is fucking Maelo’s ex I think? Honestly I lost that plot on that one a little bit - Keeps taking Sunny on dates! We’re protective and Jealous?? Hard to say! We don’t have time to unpack this one let’s keep moving - Is convinced aliens exist? And are coming to attack the world? OKAY - Talks in fucking circles about philosophy and the greater meaning of “good” and “evil” in the context of the world. Like, no sir! Good is when you help people and evil is when you kill them! Except unless it’s me killing you which is going to happen because I can cast Finger of Death now and you better believe that spell has your fucking name on it. Freak boy. - Just like. Eats straight raw steak. Not Evil but really weird and probably not great for you? - Overall just a very bad slimy manipulative and stinky dude. 0/10 I’m gonna put an arcane bullet in his skull. Like. Everything Valentine does, everything she learns about him, convinces Cog more and more that the world would be a better, safer place if he wasn’t allowed to exist in it anymore. She was kinda neutral on the guy until he gave his grand speech in Cormir about how the only way to save the world is to ‘conquer and subdue it’ and tried to talk her in circles enough that she had to agree with him or seem like a hypocrite. Since then, it’s been a slow creep from “I don’t trust this man and don’t want to work with him again, even if it makes our lives harder” to “he’s dangerous and needs to be stopped” to “...if given the opportunity, I would kill him myself”. And now that she has our new friend the Shadow Demon whispering in her ear, telling her that “the world will tremble and change before her” and that she should “stride boldly, and fear not the consequences that may follow” honestly? The next time we see Valentine, he might be in trouble! 10. What were the character’s parents like? What was the affect the parents had on the character? Oh, is there trauma in this one? Is there? Alex? Is there? Maybe so!! We’re gonna talk about Cog’s dad first, because he’s a) still alive and b) I KNOW you’re fishing for more mom angst. Cog’s dad name is Conrad Grace! He’s the head of Lafaroh’s town guard, whatever that means for a town of maybe a hundred people. I feel like his day to day really consists more of making rounds to check on people than dealing with criminals, although he likely has to break up the occasional disagreement or toss somebody in the drunk tank for the night. He’s also in charge of making sure the Guardians -the gods that live deep in the swamp outside Lafaroh and protect the town in exchange for food, building supplies, the occasional corpse, and other resources- get their offerings (This is Important, because he does Stop doing that soon). He married into he Grace family (that’s RIGHT he took his wife’s last name because it’s 2021 and he’s Woke not because her family like runs the town okay moving on), initially because I genuinely believe he fell in love! They were probably pretty young, because Lafaroh is very much a Deep South Swamp Town Analogue, but I don’t think it was just a social power move. The most important Conrad fact? He told Cog that he became disillusioned with the Church when she left home, because he couldn’t imagine continuing to support something he could now see had so clearly been hurting her. And I, Rebekah, a homosexual who has had Words with my Christian parents about the way their religion has hurt me? OH buddy we were a little bit of a mess about it. DM Ryan! Don’t you know I’m projecting!! Please be more careful! (Editor’s Note: This is the moment that made me realize I was projecting. Whoopso!!) Cog’s mom name is Charlotte Grace Sr. because, I guess, we’re freaks. I hate that this makes Cog technically a junior because the thought of anyone calling her Charlotte Jr. makes me break out in hives, but it is, technically, correct. The distinction while Cog was growing up was, instead, “Charlotte” and “Charlotte Olivia” because, again, we’re southern as hell. Charlotte Sr. is, unsurprisingly, the head of Lafaroh’s church, which means she very much has more actual power than her husband does. She did love Cog, I think, but in a way that very much more felt like someone guarding an investment than raising a child, especially when Cog became a teenager. She had high, exacting expectations, and grew more distant from Cog the older she got. Whether this was an unintentional side-effect of Charlotte Sr. becoming more engrossed in the preparations necessary to allow Cog to become the “Conduit”, or whether it was a purposeful decision because she knew she would lose her daughter and wanted the sacrifice to hurt less is unclear. Cog’s dad is kinda just a dude, but we KNOW this bitch has mommy issues. I also think an important distinction to draw between the two is that while I’m willing to give Conrad the benefit of the doubt and say that he may have just wanted Cog to stay in Lafaroh when they party returned because he was worried about his daughter and wanted her home, Charlotte Sr. wanted Cog there because it was Where She Was Supposed To Be, because she had a destiny to fulfill. More than that, when Charlotte Sr. found out that Conrad had stopped sending supplies to the Guardians when Cog left and had instead been selling them to Bandits to get money to rebuild the town, she was not nearly so understanding. She accused him of heresy, and ordered for him to be, uh. Flayed alive. Which wasn’t great. It’s what got her killed ultimately; Cog had to choose between her parents, and after watching her Mama summon a shadow demon that very nearly choked the life out of Sunny? It was a choice with only one possible outcome.

Caspian

18. Would society call your character a good guy or a bad guy? What would they say they are? Caspian is. Caspian is Just a person. Like she is just out here doing her best, trying not to get killed by, idk. Pirates or ghosts or w/e. This is an endeavor that, statistically, could be going a lot better. I think the more interesting angle to look at this question from is the fact that she’s a monk from a well known monastery, and that there’s Expectations on how she conducts herself in the world as a result of that. She is Just A Person, but that’s not good enough. Not when she’s running around wearing Pelor’s holy symbol, representing his monastery, reflecting on him. For a long time, I think Caspian resented the expectation that put on her! Why can’t she just be a kid? Just a person? She didn’t ask to be raised by these monks in this kind of life. But when she left home and realized how suddenly lonely she was, there were quiet, sad moments it was easy to soften with prayer. Rekindling her relationship with her god was her way of staying connected to home, and I think it also made her want to go from being Just a Person to actually wanting to take pride in being a Good Person. And then her campaign lasted for two fucking seconds lmao so it didn’t even matter hahah! :)

Ryker

4. Has your character ever been hurt or betrayed by someone they thought they could depend on? What happened? YEAH BOY rye-bread got his SHIT handed to him lmaoooo His whole “why are you adventuring?” deal is that he fell in love with the noblewoman he was hired to escort across the country to her betrothed’s estate, and she played him like a fucking fiddle and convinced him -after her wedding, after she was pregnant with her husband’s first child and therefore heir- that she was in love with him too. But of course, because she was married, her husband would never let them be happy together. She talked Ryker into killing her husband, and promised to meet him the night he did it with horses and supplies for both of them. Anyone reading along at home with even a shred of common sense probably just said, “uh oh!” And uh oh indeed; she fully sold his ass out. There’s something emotionally devastating about slipping out of the bedroom of the man you just killed, his blood still on your hands, to find the woman you love standing between two enormous guards, but I can’t quite put my finger on what. Ryker figured out her plan in the following days he spent in a cell, awaiting execution. She didn’t love her husband, but by playing the role of grieving widow and anxious mother-to-be she could ingratiate herself with his family enough to be allowed to take control of the estate while her son, the true heir, grew up to run it. It was cruel, and clean, and if Ryker hadn’t managed to escape it would have gone off without a hitch.

Brilliance

17. Is your character afraid of death? Why/why not? Brilliance isn’t afraid of death, she’s afraid for what she’d leave behind. One of the songs on her playlist really leans into this (and I’m very excited to be posting her playlist soon! Stay tuned!), because she is terrified of what her death might do to Sienna. She never planned to become an adventurer, much less travel to the Hells to try and save an entire city. She was content, more than content, to guard Sune’s church, to help the people that came seeking her goddess’ blessing and guidance. When her city faced a sudden influx of refugees from Elturel after its destruction, she was even happy to volunteer to help the Flaming Fist keep order and root out would-be troublemakers. She never meant to get caught up in a job that would take her out of her home city, much less out of her home plane entirely. Every fight she got into in Hell, every time it seemed like she may be staring down something that might kill her, Brilliance had to swallow down the overwhelming guilt of knowing that if she died here Sienna would never know what happened to her. The image of Sienna, worried and pacing, looking toward the door to their apartment every time there was so much as a whisper in the hallway, desperate for any sign that Brilliance had come home-- It wasn’t delusions of self-importance or self-preservation that had Brilliance taking Glasya’s deal to save her from the narzugon’s clutches; it was the image of Sienna collapsing onto their bed and sobbing because she finally admitted to herself that Brilliance was never coming home. Still. Sienna needs her, but her party needs her too. They’re counting on her to be there for them, to take the big hits that they can’t handle. First one in, last one out; she doesn’t leave until everyone else is safe. She wants to survive, she wants to go home and marry the woman she loves, but she couldn’t live with herself if she did it at the cost of the life of someone who was depending on her. Brilliance isn’t afraid of death; she would die for her party members, even the ones she doesn’t particularly like. She just knows exactly what the cost of her death would be.

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Drunken Embarrassment

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: underage drinking, attempted rape

Prompt: can you make a billy hargrove one where him and the reader have been dating for 2 years and one day at school she hears that billy is only with her cause he pity´s her and i somehow believe it and i go to his practice and I embarres him infront of everyone and he pulls me outside and I explain everything and I break up with him and later on Nancy takes me to a party and there is a group of guys and thy corner me somehow and billy sees everything and helps me out there and fights that guy and later on we get back together

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As you took another sip out of your red solo cup, your brain slipped back into thinking about why you were even at this party. Billy had been your boyfriend since tenth grade, only for you to find out he had initially asked you out because he pitied you. The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth. You took another gulp, trying to shove down the embarrassment you felt which had driven you to confront him at the end of practice. He grabbed your hand and dragged you behind the gym, asking why you were so upset. Apparently you embarrassed him when you yelled for him during your entrance into the gym. “How could you do this to me?”

“You looked sad. Thought why the hell not, throw out a bone. But it’s not like that anymore, okay?” He tried to calm you down. Billy had gone out with you on a pity dare, but he really liked being with. Loved you. “I-I can’t believe you! Am I just a joke to you and your friends? Is that why they always give me weird looks when I come with you to parties? When they see us on dates?” He didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t noticed that to be honest, enjoying his time with her to the point that it never crossed his mind that his friends might think her presence was weird. “I think we should stop this, Billy.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” He asks incredulously. “Yeah.” You weren’t confident. Billy’s jaw is hanging open as you walk away from him and tried not to cry. Nancy had been determined to make you feel better, which is why you were now the drunkest you had ever been in your life. “Hey, you okay?” She asks, noticing the tears in your eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. I need another drink.” She didn’t miss the slur of your words, trying to stop you but Jonathan got in her way, trying to talk her up. You pout when you notice the punch is empty but also noticed a guy digging around in the fridge. “You got any other shit to drink in there?” You ask, peering over his shoulder. He finds wine and you gladly take it. More alcohol is more alcohol. You go back to the living room and start dancing, finding someone to dance with. You’re giggling, someone grinding up against you. “You wanna go upstairs?” You had almost never been to a party where you didn’t end up having sex. But this guy wasn’t Billy and you didn’t know that going upstairs meant him, you and three of his friends. You stumble into a bedroom, feeling some hands on your body, gently pushing them off. “Come on sweetheart, give me your drink.” You do, squeaking in surprise when there were more hands. Your brain was trying to tell you that something was off, but you were too drunk to comprehend what that actually meant. Then your shirt was off. “Woah! Why are there so many of you?”

“You just had a little bit too much to drink, it’s just me.” The guy you were dancing with said. But off all the hands on you, his weren’t any of them. “No.” You push away somehow, stumbling into the hallway. The hallway is spinning, a hand grabbing your wrist and tugging harshly. “Hey! Stop.” You protest weakly, brain too foggy and stomach flipping wildly. “She said stop, man.” A familiar voice barked. More hands were on you. You really wanted to sleep. “Fuck off. She said she wanted it.”

“Does she even know how many of you there are?” The sharp smack of skin on skin is distinct in your ears as you find the wall, sliding down it to sit on the ground. You heard more yelling and then there are hands on your face. “Sweetheart, come on, wake up.” You groan, opening your eyes. “Billy?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Put your arms up. Did you drive here?”

“Nancy’s car.”

“Okay. I’m gonna take you home, alright? Let’s go find Nancy. Can you stand up?”

“I just wanna go to sleep.” You somehow got down the stairs, your hand firmly being held by someone with large warm hands. “Trashcan!” You suddenly yelp, your stomach flipping too hard that time. You’re retching, a hand rubbing soothing circles on your back, a smaller hand brushing your hair out of your face. “Y/n? Billy’s gonna take you to your house, okay?” You nod. “Do you think you’re gonna get sick again?” Nancy asks, petting your hair. “I’m fine.”

Suddenly you’re in your bed, Billy looming over you. “When you wake up, you need to drink some water. You’re gonna feel awful tomorrow, alright? You’re gonna need to take it easy.”

“I don’t wanna feel awful!” You pout, rolling onto your side and hiding under your blanket. “You shouldn’t have gotten so drunk.”

“Will you stay with me?” You ask softly, eyes closed. “Sure.” You felt the bed shift, a comfortable weight on your middle.

Your head is pounding with a headache when you wake up. You hear the bed shift and are filled with panic. But it’s your room. Who could it be? “How you feeling?” Billy asks you softly, wrapping his arm around you. “Like hell.”

“Figures.”

“I’m sorry I got so drunk last night.” You apologize just as quietly, turning to hide in his chest, closing your eyes. “It’s okay. I’m just glad I was there before those dickheads got all your clothes off.”

“Billy, why did you keep going out with me?” You ask, trying to come to terms with why you had gotten so drunk last night. “Because I love you.”

Your heart squeezes. “That’s not fair.” You whine, meeting his eyes. “It’s true. I started to really like you on our date and wanted to see where it went. I really like being with you.” He admits, blush on his cheeks. “I love you too. Take me back?” You ask tenderly, secretly bracing yourself for rejection. “Yes. I would kiss you but you smell like vomit.”

“Romantic, Billy.”

“I’m being honest!”

“Ugh, get off of me.” Billy laughs, watching you drink the water he put on your nightstand. “Glad to have you back, sweetheart.” He puts his head in your lap. “Me too.” You smile, playing with his hair.

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imagineyneyjr · 7 years

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Imagine #15 Maluma or Neymar? -Part 1

Today was the day: Maluma's concert. Gil, one of my close friends from college, had surprised me with a golden circle ticket since he knew how big of a fan I was. After a lot of persuading I had convinced him to pay for my own ticket so I paid him the money back. He and one of his friends were coming to pick me up in a few hours.

I met Gil at college; we were both photography students. He often helped me with stuff and just things in general. He was a great friend. Whenever I was over at his apartment a couple of his friends were there too, including the famous Neymar Jr, whom he knew from his childhood. The fact that he was famous didn't really affect me, of course I knew him, but his presence didn't do much to me. I treated him like any other person and I think in a way he really appreciated that.

I was wearing a pair of ripped high waisted jeans with a simple white crop top. For shoes I just went with a pair of white Huaraches. My hair was in two dutch braids. I still had an hour left, so I decided to eat something to prevent myself from getting hungry during the concert. I put some left overs from yesterday's chinese take-out in the microwave, when I received a phone call. I picked up the phone and saw Gil was calling.

"Hey Gil, what's up?" I greeted him.

"Hi Y/N, I called to-" He interrupted himself by coughing, "I called to tell you I can't make it to the concert."

"WHAT? But why?" I whined and fake cried.

"I have the worst fever, I'm so sorry. But Neymar will go, he'll pick you up the same time we agreed upon." The guilt was evident in his voice. I felt bad for him.

"Crap Gil, I'm sorry. That sucks! I'll try to make the most out of it without you!" I joked with him.

"Thanks, say hi to Maluma for me." He chuckled.

"Oh believe me, I will." I laughed.

I talked to him some more while eating my food and eventually we said our goodbyes and I hung up. Soon enough I heard a honk coming from outside. I assumed it was Neymar when I could see the fancy Audi outside my window. Once I double-checked if I had everything, I stepped out of my house and locked the door behind me. I waved at Neymar while walking towards the car. He was leaning against the car waiting for me. I gave him a hug and he kissed my cheek.

"Hi Ney. How are you?" I greeted him happily.

"I've never been better, thanks. How have you been holding up?"

"College is tiring, but yeah, I'll survive." I laughed. I got into the car when he had opened the door for me and he swiftly walked around the car to get in himself.

"Good." He smiled at me.

"Thank you for picking me up by the way."

"No biggie, I wouldn't make you miss this opportunity to see the love of your life." He joked and gave me a wink as he drove off.

I'm sure the blush was evident on my face. Damn it Gil, he must've told Ney about my crush on Maluma.

"I wouldn't say the love of my life, but yes, maybe I have just a little crush on him."

He gave me a smirk, "Sure. Gil told me otherwise." I playfully rolled my eyes at him. "You look nice by the way."

"Gracias, you don't look bad yourself." I shamelessly eyed his outfit while saying so.

"Did I tell you we are meeting Maluma before the show." He informed casually.

I gasped loudly as I turned to look at him; my eyes wide and mouth open, "You're shitting me."

"Nope. Dead serious." He glanced at me for a split second and focused on the road again. He burst out laughing.

"No fucking way!" I almost screamed.

His laughter died down, "Yes way!"

"But... how?" I asked the question without thinking about it.

"I'm THE Neymar Jr. Did you forget?" He winked cockily.

I rolled my eyes, "No shit. I just... I'm just shook. I'm gonna meet Juan like right now. Will they let me in though? I mean isn't it for famous people only?" A lot was going through my mind right now.

"Wow. Gil wasn't joking. He really is the love of your life. Juan is his real name right? And to answer your question: yes, they will let you in, I initially was allowed to bring two people along; you and Gil, but now it's only you."

A huge smile appeared on my face. "I can't believe you thought of me! How am I supposed to thank you?!"

"Oh and Juan is indeed his real name. Juan Luis Londoño Arias." I said as a matter of factly with a huge grin. Neymar shook his head and purposely played Felices Los 4.

We got out of the car and I practically, spontaneously jumped on Neymar, thankfully he steadied us just quick enough to prevent us from falling. I hugged him tightly and muttered many 'thank you's'. He spun us around and released me, "You're welcome. It's no big deal." He smiled, showing off his white teeth.

We entered the building and security guided us backstage. They brought us to a room where we were supposed to meet him, but we had to wait for a little bit since he was still doing the meet & greets with his fans. I barely kept myself together, my hands were not far from shaking as I tried to fan myself. Neymar just looked at me as if I was crazy and even laughed. But let's get serious, it's Maluma we're talking about.

Time passed by quicker than I expected, because less than 10 minutes later I could hear voices coming from a corridor and just like that Maluma appeared in the room, dressed in a white blouse, the first few buttons unbuttoned, light blue jeans and white sneakers. His hair was slick to the back and he had a couple of necklaces on. I watched how he took off his sunglasses and happily greeted Neymar with one of those weird handshakes. They talked a bit about football and his tour and whatnot when his eyes fell on me.

"Who do we have here? Is she your girlfriend, Ney?" I was just staring into his eyes, unable to say anything because he was way more beautiful in real life.

"No, she's a close friend of mine actually." Neymar said, stifling a laugh, since he knew I was probably dying inside.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. It's an honor to meet you." I said shyly.

"It's my pleasure to meet you, mamacita." He winked and opened his arms and embraced me in a hug. I inhaled his scent and I was on cloud nine. He released me from the hug and gave me a kiss on my cheek, dangerously close to my lips.

Neymar decided to help me out of my frozen state, "She's a huge fan of yours, but she's just being shy right now." He said, earning a laugh from Maluma.

That bastard, I thought. But he wasn't wrong.

"Is that so?" Maluma smirked.

"Yeah, I mean I only found out I was meeting you until about an hour ago. You should blame Ney, really." I grinned. Neymar held up his hands in defence.

"So since you're a huge fan of mine, you would probably appreciate free merchandise, huh?" Maluma proposed.

"I would appreciate it yeah, but I was planning on buying it myself." I winked. "Pero no! How can I let you buy it yourself when I could just give it to you for free? That isn't very gentleman like." He insisted. He let me choose from different things and I went with the sweater and cap since I really liked those. I put on the cap straight away. Meanwhile Neymar signed one of his jerseys for Maluma to keep, when they were talking I could see Maluma stealing glances at me ever so often, giving me a confidence boost. We then took some pictures and soon it was time for us to leave.

"It must be amazing touring all over the world! It must've been one of your biggest dreams come true; performing in front of thousands of fans, making music, doing what you love most."

Maluma seemed to think about it for a moment, "Yes, definitely. It was hard choosing between football and music, but I eventually ended up making the right choise and honestly I couldn't be more blessed." He elaborated, his eyes sparkling, "What's your biggest dream?" He asked me curiously. That was a good question and I wasn't in the mood to really think about it, so I came up with something else. "My biggest dream? Learn how to dance salsa." I replied cheekily, earning a smirk from him. "Well you're at the right address. Hit me up whenever you want, nena, and I'll be there to teach you."

"I would want to hit you up, but I don't have your number." I said smoothly.

"You don't have to worry about that, Y/N, I'll just slide into your dm's." I shook my head as I heard him say that and playfully rolled my eyes. "And how will you find my account?" "I have my ways, baby girl." Maluma grinned. Neymar and I wished him good luck with his show and told him we looked forward to it.

"And be on time!" I joked while walking away. I felt someone grab my wrist and spun me towards them. "Just for you, baby." Maluma whispered in a low voice and then released me from his grip, but not before giving me another kiss on my cheek. I smiled and swiftly walked away, catching up with Neymar.

Neymar teased me so many times, it was unbearable. The concert was great and he started on time, like he promised. Ney and I were standing in the front, just far enough from where the other fans were standing so we had some privacy. I would be lying if I said Maluma didn't frequently look our way during the concert. He even pointed at me and I almost fainted.

I had become great friends with Neymar also. I never really knew how fun he could be. This night was better than I could've dreamt of. However it would've been better if Gil was there with us. Neymar dropped me off and even walked me up to the door. I thanked him, gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek and bid him good night. I closed the door and watched through the window how he drove off, leaving me alone with my thoughts, which were all over the place.

~~~~~ Soooo Maluma and Neymar! I had to make it happen. Tell me if you like it or not, part 2 will be the last part (and it will be Halloween themed). -N

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Glory & Gold Initiative; Hiring: Mercenaries/Guilds.

(TLDR: Hiring serious/hardcore/quality Mercenary Individuals or Guilds.)

There are Elves, Gilneans, Pandaren, Dwarves - and many other within the ranks of the Alliance that have served faithfully to our Faction’s Creed and Ideals for years now; despite all the different races and the languages that come with it we have learned that there is a universal language. No matter where you come from, or where you’re going - we all understand the value of a golden coin being slid across the table. Perhaps more so, we understand the impact that coin can have - nearly enough gold to supply your children with a meal for every day, enough to begin saving a suitable retirement for your future, enough to send back home to support your family. We all understand the impact of gold and the influence it has on the world, what it can do for us.

But what can Glory do for you? Glory in a sense is becoming golden, something that shines in light, is viewed with awe and splendor, and can influence those around them with its simple presence. Glory is sense of pride from a job well done, that feeling in your chest after doing the right thing, that march home surrounded by the adoring cheers of friends and families. Together, with Glory and Gold aplenty, there’s little more to strive for in this world; you can take care of both your soul, and your family - there is no better life.

Lets earn Glory and Gold together.

Got your attention?

Individual Contact: Send a letter to Elstine with an attached résumé, and general times that work well for a meeting.

Group/Guild Contact: Send a letter to Elstine with a list of completed contracts/jobs, and general times that work well for meeting.

(OOC)

Hello, hello! Elstine here, as some of you may know we have our roots in Mercenary work, and during our height we were highly regarded for our skilled, legal, and professional work. With time, the Harboson Company has become too large for Elstine himself to lead a sizable Mercenary Organization and as such there is a need to contract out various jobs to hopeful Mercenary Guilds and Groups, as well as the occasional individual.

What is this? - Essentially, I’ll be a quest-giver for a potential Mercenary Guild. From experience, one of the best things for a Mercenary group is to dedicate some time to being, well... Mercenaries, selling your services to outside sources. Who better to sell your time to than a wealthy businessman? The Patrician (Elstine) will provide a series of Contract Options that will be part of a non-linear story-line that if preferred can be discussed and worked out with the Group Leaders/GMs.

What is this contract? - Generally speaking, it’ll basically pay you all an agreed upon retention fee that basically ask for loyalty to the employer or risk legal charges; however there is also a ‘guarantee’ that promises the contracted pay will always be more or equal to what the highest bidder is realistically willing to pay. Retention also means that the group can be essentially on call; IE if a sudden battle breaks out - the organization may be contacted to reinforce with the promise of payment after the battle is completed, on top of the retention pay. So, retention pay = monthly paycheck, plus contract completion pay, plus potential bonuses.

You said non-linear stories? - Yes, that’s correct. Most can agree that I’m well known for the stories that I’ve provided to outside groups, as well as my own guilds in the past. My favorite thing in World of Warcraft, and roleplaying in general is creating stories that are flexible, that alter depending on what your players do during the event. As such, I think we can provide an interesting story for your group; however, if need be we can also work out a story that you’ve been dying to try out. Simply whisper me, and tell me the details - I may have some questions, and I can hire your group with that quest in mind giving your group that sense of immersion and satisfaction of being hired out by an actual group, rather than an NPC.

Are you the Dungeon Master? - I can be, but only for Wednesday (Anytime) or Thursday, but the event must be completed before 7 PM EST. Otherwise, I’ll simply be providing your capable Dungeon Masters with the various units you might see, a few ideas, riddles/traps, etc as necc, as well as the overall goal, side objectives, and potential failure points.

What if our DMs are new? - I’ve been helping Roleplayers and Dungeon Masters for years now, I’d be more than happy to spend a few hours with you for a few days to practice DMings and teach you a few tricks of the trade that are thus far from my experience unique to our circle.

What are the requirements? - Simply be an active guild; within the contact itself it’ll require that the guild remain ‘alive’ for at least a month, or the gold deposits will be returned. That doesn’t mean you have to be on every day, of every hour - but it means if I don’t see your entire guild for a week, and I don’t hear anything from you within that time to at least state that you’ll be away for awhile; I’ll assume the contract is over.

Communication; if you don’t like communicating things related to our contract, then it’ll probably fall apart. ICly, as the hiring party it is not my responsibility to come to you with contracts; rather it is your responsibility to come to me.

Otherwise, while not required I recommend having an open mind in terms of winning and losing. Losing isn’t always a bad thing, it creates interesting stories of revenge among other things, and adds important character depth. A bitter defeat does far more to a character than a easy victory.

If you have any questions, comments, concerns - please let me know with either a message on the post, reblog, private message, or contacting me as Elstine in-game. (Try searching Harboson Company, I may be on several different ‘elstines’ with various different letters.)

Thanks for your time, and I appreciate any reblogs.

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New Look Sabres: GM 82 - DET - Clinched the Offseason

I’ve been meaning to go to a Sabres road game for years now. Initially I had plans to go to Columbus way back in October. Life happens and that trip was scrapped for a trip to visit a friend in Virginia the following month. When I bought the tickets to this game and made the hotel reservation it was December. I hadn’t accepted the team was in the early stages of the collapse yet and I speculated the Sabres could have already clinched a spot by game 82. If they didn’t than oh, what an epic battle they would put on to clinch it in the last game of the season! Oh, how I was wrong. Somehow I still made the journey across the Niagara Peninsula to the Motor City with some happiness in my heart about this team. It was an interesting little stroll around Detroit. My wife and I had been warned again and again by every baby boomer in our lives to be careful in Detroit. Parents love you so I’m not mad but what is this reputation of Detroit being a scary city? It was delightful! Between the Renaissance Center right on the river to half a dozen other cool destinations around the City, we had a great time. I’m not doing an ad for Detroit here, but it was a fun road trip destination and don’t let anyone tell you not to come here. Anyway, the Arena is new: Little Caesars Arena, or the Pizza Palace if I’m going to be rude about it, was pretty rad. I was disappointed there weren’t TV’s in the bathroom stall doors but whatever, it was the best hockey arena I’ve ever been to far and away. If you haven’t looked at the standings lately your smart but you may not know Detroit is also in the dumps at the bottom of the league as well. In spite of that, the arena was packed. Hats off to you guys for that. You Red Wings fans were pretty nice across the board too. There was one incident that wasn’t really an incident that I’ll get to in a bit. This game was a shockingly good one to go to and it leaves a good taste in the mouth for the Sabres future even though we all kinda hate them right now. Let’s just say we clinched the offseason in compelling fashion!

This game was far more fun than I expected. Honestly the pregame ceremony was just so wicked that I would not have felt bad losing to the team that presented it, especially when the Sabres season is this far gone. I was still in the daze of that smoky pregame cult ritual when Sam Reinhart outmaneuvered Jimmy Howard right in front to give Buffalo the early lead. It was weird being the only shooting out of my seat after a Sabres goal, but I did it. It was fun catching the sounds of about three other Sabres fans in the section I was in. One was within high-fiving distance! When Zemgus Girgensons drew a penalty, I was shocked to learn that legend Chris Chelios has a son named Jake Chelios. Evidently there are several legendary NHLer’s kids on this Detroit squad. Buffalo took an early lead in shots in this game and the passing was great on their part, but Detroit was just not good in their own zone. Rasmus Dahlin went bar down from the circle on the powerplay to get the road team ahead 2-0. I felt thoroughly blessed at this point already and when Anthony Mantha scored in the dying second of the next Detroit powerplay I wasn’t really even mad. It was nice to hear their goal horn but if there are any Red Wings fans reading this, please comment what the goal song is because I didn’t hear it. The second period was bizarre: the Sabres pulled away. First it was Conor Sheary redirecting a Casey Nelson shot and then it was Jeff Skinner going in dirty. He skated through three defenders and just pulled one over in the slot. It was classic Jeff. It made me really amped on one hand because that put him within one goal of 40 on the season but on the other hand, gee, I was fearful it would be the last Jeff Skinner goal for the Sabres I’ll ever see.

Zemgus Girgensons potted a weird one and we went to the second intermission up 5-1. Now at this point my wife is telling me to tone down the celebrations because there was a kid in a Red Wings jersey several seats down crying. I didn’t do it, but the Sabres did and I we were wearing their jerseys, so I obliged my beautiful bride for a little bit. Then the incident happened that I alluded to earlier. I got cheering Jack and Jeff. Both of those guys could hit a goal scoring benchmark in this game if they turned on: Jack with 2 to get 30 and Jeff with 2 to get 40. Jeff Skinner had already scored one in the second so he was knocking at the door for 40 and I started verbalizing something like “You can still get 40, Jeff!” There was a young woman behind me who simply and solidly uttered “Doubt it” after I said that. I am a good Christian man, she got no reaction out of me; but oh boy was I all in on Skinner getting that next one now! At 10:27 of the third that’s exactly what happened. Whatever ECHLer kid that they put in for Howard juggled the Skinner tight angle shot through his arm pit and in. Sam Reinhart went right to retrieve it and if my wife was not taking snapchats I might have cried. I hollered for his resigning with no shame. The Sabres had a 40-goal scorer this season for the first time since Tomas Vanek in 2008. That was eleven years ago. We got to witness it again this season. He still doesn’t have a contract and let me say this with not an ounce of humor in my voice: Signing Jeff Skinner this offseason is the Buffalo Sabres’ Stanley Cup. You do that and we won it. For all intents and purposes: that’s our Cup this offseason. Brandon Montour scored a slapper he looked a little embarrassed it went in and this one ended 7-1. The game was reminiscent of the second Ottawa Senators game this season back in November, but I feel like a jackass even thinking that. Whatever, it’s over and the only thing we clinched was the offseason!

The Sabres ended up not clinching anything terribly meaningful this season. In fact, they fell off so bad in the second half that there are pretty much zero positives to consider going into next season outside of the natural development of the young core and some theoretical moves that range in excitement from Johan Larsson not getting a qualifying offer to… trading away a Ristolainen? Oh boy. I’ll save the recapping and offseason hype for the Season Retrospective but why not some predictions? Let’s talk about how stupid I am! Let’s talk the predictions we made for this season and specifically: my predictions. I said the Buffalo Sabres were going to be 7-3-2 in the month of October. I was close on that as they actually went 6-4-2 but whatever, that was just October. I also said Rasmus Dahlin scores a goal on or before Columbus Day. That didn’t happen but Rasmus Dahlin was already solidly the second-best rookie defenseman in Sabres history. I also just generically said Eichel will have a career year. He took a big step forward and did exactly that this season, his first as Captain. I pitched the super softball that was the Rochester Americans will dominate the North Division. That wasn’t a huge guess, they’re in a good position to win the division now and have dominated all season. Looking back on those thoughts and feelings we had going in it made me think about how we should actually feel about the big picture right now. Even some of the best Sabres bloggers are writing some dark stuff right now and there are plenty of reasons to feel that way; most notably that the final third of the season was an abject collapse. We wanted them to be on the playoff bubble going into this season and they were until mid-February. The goal differential is a totally unacceptable -51 here at the end and that’s a problem of goaltending and lack of scoring. I am very hopeful about goaltending but, once again let’s save that recapping and previewing for the retrospective. I’m not going to rationalize the shit we went through it’s over now. Let it be. Turn your attention to the Rochester Americans and let it be. They won 5-2 over impending Playoff opponent Syracuse tonight. That’s a Cup run you can get behind!

I will be posting a 2018-2019 Season Retrospective Bonanza as early as Monday Morning, so we’ll tie up all the loose ends then. Big thank you for reading all season, you’ll get a bigger thank you in the retrospective, but you guys are the real MVPs! In the totally impossible chance a Buffalo Sabre is reading this: thank you. Thank you and know that we love you in spite of the end result. That said, if you’re still on the team come October: winning is all that actually matters in sports, but I suspect you knew that. I got a long semi-spiritual spiel about human flourishing in sports if you need a little more than that, DM me. If your name is Jeff Skinner and you’re reading this: PLEASE STAY! I BEG YOU! IT WON’T ALWAYS BE THIS BAD, PLEASE JEFF! Do what’s right for you and your family but please stay! We love you so much. Anyway: like, share and comment on this blog. The Retrospective Bonanza will have all the bells and whistles: awards, trash talk, Draft predictions, and much more! Read it. In the meantime, savor what was: a fun season at times. I use “at times” very generously there. Either way, I look forward to writing for you again next season. Let’s Go Buffalo!

Thanks for reading.

P.S. The Rochester Americans legitimately may win a Calder Cup Championship this season. I don’t know if I’ve wrote those words in a while. That’s not an exaggeration. Pay attention if you really love this organization no matter what; they may be the ones to reward our suffering.

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