#the ending is a bit of a vague out~

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

My rendition of @tempo-takoyaki's DTIYS!

Congrats on the milestones! And to everyone else, please go check out their 'Drawing TGCF (except I haven't read the books)' series!

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #svsss #tgcf #wei wuxian #shen qingqiu #xie lian #better drawn mdzs #(Vaguely??? I think SQQ came out handsome enough to put him in my special gallery) #Showing up to submit this less than 3 days before the DTIYS ends is filling me with a bit of anxiety but it is done! #Initially I was going to do a descending level of realism/detail but noses make me nervous still. One day I'll get there. #The irony is that I was planning on drawing something to celebrate tempo finishing season 1 of their series only to find this DTIYS! #*and* it was their birthday recently. I am compelled to lift them into the air and shout their praises. #What a genuinely kind person with an art style I want to bite into like a crunchy apple!!! The *range* is incredible! #Also their xie lian is probably one of my favourite interpretations. So done with everything but not misanthropic. #Remembers everything and lets other's spin in circles with their lies for the sheer chaos of it all. Teases relentlessly. Deeply sad. #Give it a read! They are planning on continuing on so now is a great time to catch up! #Thanks for hosting this fun art challenge Tempo! We all appreciate you deeply B*) #I hope you have a better year in 2024 - you truly deserve the best.

[whamss]

honestly it’s such a generic trope but i do genuinely love the concept of rose and kanaya flirting a lot with each other prior to dating, but never picking up on each others advances. both as an expansion of their pre-meteor/act 5 dynamic (lots of banter, slight mental warfare, two girls trying to see how long it takes the other to pick up what they’re putting down, flighty broads and their snarky horseshit, yadda yadda) and in the context of their miscommunication on their first date.

rose leaning on kanaya’s shoulder as she reads over a book about quadrants, and rose tells her that’s sooo interesting, she wonders if humans can engage in this stuff, and kanaya shuts her down with a vague Im Sure You Will Find Out Someday. kanaya making rose dozens of outfits, all lovingly designed, adjusting rose’s outfit when she puts it on and telling her that she wishes she could dress her like this all of the time, she’s never had a model quite like her, and rose is just like Well of course, if you ever have anything you’d like me to wear you’re welcome to invite me over. both of them die over these encounters later

something about rose and kanaya being confident enough to flirt w each other but too stupid to fully pick up on the Implications. always trying to tip the scale in their favor to force the others hand, never quite having the strength to outright admit that they like each other (until rose is shitfaced and stumbling). i think it’s a fun means to escalate their early banter as they become more acclimated to each other and develop Feelings.

#talk tag #homestuck #rosemary #rose lalonde #kanaya maryam #sorry i’ve been in such a mood #i need more girlfails rosemary that also acknowledges their strengths #notably both their abilities to Commit To The Bit #smth good about them stumbling their way through vague and elaborate flirtations #thinking oh i think she likes me. surely this will woo her #but also never Quite having it in them to say it outright #second guessing themselves a little #turning having a crush into a bit of a game to a win. both coming out losers. but also winners (they still get a gf in the end) #my brain is a jumbled mess as i fight off The Dry Air Made My Throat Sore And My Sinuses Full disease #but rosemary gets me through it

[soullessjack]

throwing out just One more hot dean and jack take while it’s on my brain but I honestly think dean gives jack a little more autonomy than sam and cas do . Maybe.

#heavy on cas bc I feel he’s a bit more … coddling? ? than Sam is ? #sam just kind of leaves jack to himself and vaguely offers support or advice #but Dean is the only one we’ve seen on screen that has a MUTUAL connection w jack #like their entire start and end conversations in Optimism abt needing to stay busy & blaming themselves #they GET each other #cas is just. idk #the argument he had with jack in 14x0…2 I believe .. #like jack is just CONSTANTLY trying to get ppl to understand that he makes his own choices and can handle himself #I cannot stress enough that he hates being treated like a helpless child. #there’s so much situational irony with that lmaooo #anyways #this is like half thought out I fear #I miss my guys #cal.txt #spn #supernatural #jack kline #dean winchester #dean and jack #tfw2.0 #sam winchester #sam and jack #cas #cas and jack #like I do love Sam and cas as dads they’re all his dads . dean is just my favorite im sorry #if I said people don’t like dean as a dad that much bc he doesn’t infantilize jack …… would you brain me with a rock ….. be honest #liek … Idk #I am noticing patterns and I do not like them or the common theme they share #goodnight gang

[lokh]

rereading the end of dungeon meshi and. the pseudo cannibalism bit really is disturbing. wonder how that will turn out animated....

#dungeon meshi spoilers #not even the cannibalism itself i was trying to be vague in the body text. but #the bit where laios is getting his eyes gouged out........ i remember being really disturbed #when i first read it as well. #anyways i ended up rereading from about ch 72(?) lmao

[queenofbaws]

i will not stand here and say the quarry's writing is perfect by any means, but man. that moment. in the beginning. when chris absolutely loses his shit and you see every last one of the hacketteers freeze..............shocked, wide-eyed, so taken aback they don't move even to look at each other.............

and then, realizing what just happened, chris scrambles frantically to grab hold of the situation again. he tries to grin at ryan ("tries" being the keyword), he tosses him the keys like nothing's wrong. he tries to go back to being mr. h - he does, he tries so hard - and finally when ryan talks to him, there's what waver in his voice. that absolute lack of understanding in his eyes. ryan's not just surprised, he's not just shocked......for a second there, he is scared, and chris sees that, realizes it, and peels out of there before anyone can say anything else. just.....

JUST............

i think that moment is 100% the moment i realized UH OH I THINK I LOVE CHRIS HACKETT because that's when we see the counselors have been around this guy for two whole months (some of them even longer, possibly), and not once. not once!!!!!!!!!!! had they realized who he really was.

ugh. UGH. i LOVE IT.

#queenie rambles about supermassive #dont even get me started on the flashback with him and travis in the station either #we as the audience like. ONLY see chris at his worst. from the beginning he's grumpy. he's vaguely suspicious. he's screaming into a car. #but the hacketteers SO CLEARLY have not seen him like that. not even once. even when dylan jokes about the sex dungeon... #you know it's tongue in cheek on his part - trying to get a response from ryan #i just. gfdi i know i always end up feeling the most attached to the characters with literally the least screentime of all but i love chris #i really really ReaLLY love the idea of this guy who puts on the happy wholesome corny dad face #only to turn around and be eeeeevery bit as unpleasant as the rest of the family turns out to be #AGAIN! THE SCENE WITH TRAVIS IN THE FUCKING STATION!!! #this is probably just because im replaying tq and getting back into writing #the hacketts #but fuck me. FUCK ME. the thought of mr. h and chris hackett being two very separate characters is just. so. good. #anyway i'm in a totally normal place re: my mental health lately. how about you guys.

[thronealigned]

[template]

these are unfinished i'm just posting them to give myself permission to be more obnoxious about my bg3 ocs on main

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #oc: memento #<- not their name. an out-of-universe nickname. i make things very confusing for myself #the scratched out text above 'the dark urge' is robin fairbairn - the name given to them by their foster family #oc: impulse #oc: luc sauveterre #uhhh what are my notes. aberrant mind sorc doesnt exist in-game or as a mod but it's impulse's canon in my heart #i also havent actually played them as that rogue multiclass yet... 2 bonus actions + the awakened buff will be Fucking Busted i think #as for lae'zel being listed as their bestie: she was the first to make it to 100 approval. trying hard to make that make sense #luc is a brand new character i made him like 2 or 3 days ago. he's a painfully earnest wife guy. going for squidlach with him #not picturing but still existing: my evil durge my wyllmancer and my vague laezelmancer #pictured* #is that it. i think thats it. idk if the volume of oc posting will actually increase #i would reblog the tav-as-companion ask meme but theyre all so wrapped up in their respective bits of the main story/romances. i wouldnt be #able to answer most of the questions #it's not like i can reblog shippy ask memes either. mementostarion is on a one-track road to a messy divorce #impulse's relationship is................. #let's leave it at that. luc & karlach are normal and healthy and cute but it does end with one of them a mind flayer so #(impulse also ends up a mind flayer for the record) #siiiighs. just gotta start reblogging things to fill their tags with. and maybe go take a nap

[mordremrose]

I’m just gonna write a little thing! A little thought for Bloom, nothing too intense, just so I don’t forget it!

1000 words later? Whoops

Writing below the cut, major spoilers for the end of Heart of Thorns and implied End of Dragons spoilers but nothing explicit from EoD :]

Bloom

“Kill me, Commander.” Trahearne could hear his own voice tremble, as horror overtook his dear friend’s face. Around them all, their friends— Rytlock, Caithe, Canach, Marjory, Braham— were exhausted. Worn thin by the fight against the jungle dragon, both physical and within the Dream.

“What? No! Mordremoth is dead. We destroyed its mind from the inside.” The commander protested, their fingers curled around the hilt of Caladbolg.

“But I still hear its voice.” Trahearne looked down at his hands, twisted and blighted as they were. His body was not his— he was corrupted. It was only cruel fate that he had kept his mind this long. Or perhaps something more sinister.

“Mordremoth is alive. One last hateful vestige… a terrible seed, planted deep in my mind.”

Trahearne’s hands curled into fist, as he took a deep steadying breath.

“You must kill me, Commander, before that seed grows. Before… before Mordremoth reclaims what it has lost.”

He reached out now, hands on his friend’s shoulders. The tears streaming down their face broke his heart. He did not want this. He didn’t want to hurt them, to see them suffer so.

Trahearne wished there was another way.

“What is left of me can’t survive on its own, my friend.” He croaked, and felt the Commander tremble beneath his hands. Were they always so small?

“Strike now or—“

Against his will, a rage rose up. A sick bile that boiled in his stomach and burned through his chest as his mind lurched.

Through his mouth, Mordremoth spoke.

“I am the future! I am this world! You cannot destroy me!” The dragon roared, hands tightening around the commander.

“Run while you can!” It took everything he had left to force his fingers to uncurl, to release the commander even as the dragon wanted to tear them to shreds to be remade anew.

Caladbolg flashed in the corner of his eye.

“No!” The commander yelled. Strike true my friend! Trahearne wanted to yell. But he couldn’t, and his mind went dark.

There was no great explosion. There was no dying scream.

If you asked those present what happened, none of them gave any concrete answer.

Canach hesitated to answer, but would confirm that Mordremoth was no longer hounding his mind, or any of the sylvari.

All Rytlock would say was that the confrontation wasn’t pretty.

Caithe mourned Trahearne, in her quiet and melancholic manner, and asked not to push the matter further.

Braham would scowl, shake his head, and shove his way past, unwilling or perhaps unable to describe that final blow.

Marjory Delaqua, normally so elegant and clever with her words, who could see the twists of a plot before anyone else— when she was asked, she could only shake her head and reply ‘I don’t know’.

The Commander didn’t answer at all, because no one was able to find them to ask.

Eventually, researchers at the newly established lab of Rata Novus confirmed what the entire world held its breath to hear.

Mordremoth was dead. He had to be, to explain the slow steady trickle of magic escaping the jungle, supposedly as the dragon… decayed wasn’t the right word, but it conveyed the idea well enough. It was a slow death, they said, not quite the explosive reaction from Zhaitan, who had gorged itself on magic before its death, but a gradual decay. It changed things, about magic, about how the people of Tyria and the soon to be established Dragon’s Watch understood the flow of magic around and through the Elder Dragons. But it was dead.

It had to be.

He woke up. His body ached, as it always did, as he woke. A consequence of being too bigsmall. He stirred slowly, limbs stretching out and tail dragging behind. He had buried himself beneath massive vines this time, the weight of them both familiar and restricting. These conflicting sensations, the constant disagreement with himself… it was the only thing he could rely on. Even his name escaped his memory, although he could hear whispers of it on the edges of his mind.

Traherdremaneth.

It didn’t matter, really.

He moved slowly, not truly wanting to rise, but knowing he must.

He was something in between, and there was no stillness for him. No place of his own.

His one companion, if you could call it that, would be upon him soon. A dogged purserer, both a thorn in his side and a trusted ally, trailed behind him. For a time he thought they left him— and the feelings that had wrought left him stationary in a deep cave for nearly a week before they had reappeared.

He didn’t want them close, he knew that much, but they were one of the few things he had, a consistency. He couldn’t see them well, not with the distance between them, but he could always make out the broken blade at their hip. The one that made the scar across his chest ache.

He wondered what would happen if he let them get closer. Would they strike? Would they know him?

They were his enemyfriend. What would they make of him? Caution kept him at a distance from them.

The longer he was awake, the more memories he could half-remember.

The Orrian landscape stretches out before him and it reeks of his sibling, twisting beneath the dirt. The undead don’t notice him, not yet, and he can take a moment to look closer at the coral. It was neither alive nor dead. Not unlike himself and yet so different to him or anything he had ever encountered before.

He missed his siblings, their quiet talks among the then empty roots, among safe coils with their constant presence around him. They were too distant to feel or simply gone now and it unnerved him. This was wrong. Perhaps they could help him make it right.

There was one other thing, other than his sort-of companion and his unsteady roiling mind, that remained constant. And this was the true constant. A steady beacon, that he could not see or hear, but simply felt in a way that he could not describe. A magnetic sort of pull that had him orbiting closer and closer.

It drew him in, out of the depths and dark underbelly of the jungle and the cave systems, towards the strange golden stones, the elegant walls meant to keep out creatures that wished to destroy the beacon. He was not welcome there, not yet, even though he meant no harm. He just needed to be closer.

He didn’t know how he knew that. He just knew it.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #batsy writing #bloom my beloved #i should sort out a proper tag for him #the bloom dragon feels too generic but I hesitate to tag it trahearne #even tho technically it is #in a sense #gw2 spoilers #should include that one #im on mobile and i wrote this on google docs in uhhh #two hours? two and half? give or take #tumblr doesnt like my formatting at ALL lmao #i will tag this but with #trahearne #gw2 trahearne #tho bc he does technically appear as himself. briefly #during the painful bit #that dialogue i did go to the wiki for to make sure i remembered it right #so thats. anet dialogue w some batsy flavor for the actions #i tried to keep the commander vague bc i still have no idea who bloom has as a commander #and if ppl wanna imagine their commander w bloom in the meantime then go for it #i used dyraoi for that one drawing but she doesnt fit bloom as well as i hoped #so he continues to just have vague commander shape #which #is a fun challenge #to write without giving too much detail about them #this could be so much longer but i both reached the end of my train of thought and havent decided how i want to handle some stuff #me? rambling in my own tags? more likely than you think #if youve made it this far in the tags hi

[fridayyy-13th]

hhhhhhgh. what an episode.

#friday chats #the magnus protocol #tmagp 07 #tmagp vague #tmagp spoilers #celia why did you recognize chester's voice......i've seen the theories that you're from tma's universe too......... #please Please PLEASE can norchester not be tma!jmart i'm literally begging #and the email sam got from ''john''............what did it SAY sam. what is going on. #maybe celia knew tmagp!jon before he got ushanka'd??? mayyyybeeee???? #can we not give a solid ending to tma's ambiguous finale pleeeeaaaaase #but i am reminded that jonny and alex said tma listeners might apply too many of tma's rules to tmagp #and that we would wind up coming to some incorrect conclusions as a result #so i'm hoping that applies to this??? i'm hoping so hard you have no idea #that's not even talking about gwen and lena's interaction this episode #gonna let that one sit and stew a bit before calling anything on that. maybe wait a few eps to see how it's playing out #but uh yeah. that's my thoughts. #EDIT: i'm fucking stupid i thought the interaction was between ALICE and lena what the hell #i was literally reading the transcripts that are very clearly labeled but i'm properly listening now that it's the afternoon #and i just got blindsided by gwen's voice instead #so. whoopsie :P

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Italian Grand Prix - Rubens Barrichello & Jenson Button

#i didnt realize rubens won two gps this season!! #im just vaguely aware how many gps everyone else wins so i was sooo convinced lewis was gonna win this since ik he wins two #so that means jense doesnt win any more races? I know he already won 6 but that was months ago for me...i miss my boy on the top step :( #also kimi was on this podium too i just couldnt figure out how to fit him in so this just brawn boys cause i love them!!! #help why am i feeling so endeared to the old man #anyways its been a pretty bad run of races for me hahaha no offense i just wanna see one of my 3 favs on the top step!!! #though at least after singapore itll be a straight RBR run(i tried not to spoil myself but some race results are burned into my brain) #ended up making this way too late at night bcs i was gaming a while and then for some reason thought it was a good idea to finally gif this #so not my fav work tbh bcs of several reasons(not a lot of good footage honestyl!!!) #rubens barrichello #jenson button #brawn #brawn gp #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #we do a little bit of f1 #2009 italian gp

[hexjulia]

just remembered how this morning woke up in the middle of an incredibly boring debate between two strangers on whether horses ridden by christians were christian as well despite the horses not being baptised. I was just wondering why i was there for it when quite abruptly and that was thankfully no longer the case (woke up).

#why was i present in what i figure was a medieval type situation #i didn't peg it as medieval at the time because i was there. it was just two guys casually talking #as they stood next to two large dark horses holding the bridles #waiting for someone idk who to show up #like. do you ever have dreams that are vivid and if you were superstitious could be believed to be you astral projecting into a the past #only. because your mind is kind of a rudderless instrument you just end up spying on the most irrelevant things in existence #that's how it feels. now how it actually happened is probably because i have a severe debilitating wikipedia addiction #and my mind tries to make a narrative out of random bits and bops about historical events and theological debates i'm vaguely aware of

[pileofsith]

Nameless Part Five - A Measure Page 5/7

How to Lose Friends and Alienate People, a hit new novel by the Grand Inquisitor.

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#a vague throwback to friendly!Kallus at the end of that Star Wars Rebels episode after he was stranded with Zeb #and he kept trying to ~emotionally connect~ with other imperials in passing but no one gave a shit about him #I found that so so funny like my dude you are an ISB officer your job is to rat out disloyalties in your own ranks #who would wanna hang out with you #so anyway he moped a bit and then packed his little bindle on a stick and joined the rebellion #and honestly good for him #agent kallus #alexandr kallus #star wars rebels #isb agent #swr #pau'an inquisitor #grand inquisitor #nameless comic #agent vee #this page is all glowy for some reason but I felt like it so there

[ferociouslycreativemystery]

I reblog quite a lot of fan theories and metas about s2, many of them contradictory, so I I feel I should probably explain my perspective on them.

When I reblog something, it's not necessarily because I believe it to be true, or even because I think it's is particularly plausible. Sometimes it is, but far from always—I've reblogged many things that I don't believe to be 'true' in the slightest. What I do reblog are things that I find interesting, and that tickle my understanding of the story in enticing ways. I'm not looking for any Ultimate Theory to Explain Everything, I'm an explorer on the seven seas collecing my favourite sketches of all the mythical creatures that other sailors have spotted in the deep.

Yo-ho-ho everyone :)

#that said I do have some criteria for which theories I am willing to believe sincerely: #1) the emotional weight of the final 10 min cannot be undermined. what happened happened and core to it happening was their own characters #2) it must resonate thematically with the established story (a bit vague but a good guiding principle) #3) sort of follows from the other two but: being invested in the story as it's being told should still pay off for the casual viewer #aka there's a limit to how 'out there' the theory can be #in the end it needs to remain logically and emotionally gounded in the story we've been shown #any misgivings should be properly motivated. engaging in good faith. innocent until proven guilty and all that #maddie debrief #maddie's go tag #go2 meta

[rifter-pride]

i've been digging thru old backed up writing and found some scrapped lore i never finished but still kinda like so i'm gonna do the impossible

tidy it up and finish it

#the one i'm working on is the original form of 'on a wander' #which was originally going to be when amos was a bit younger than he ended up being in the final story and involve haj as well #but i ended up turning it into on a wander instead for. i don't remember why. magdaw reasons one assumes #not that anyone could ever tell bc this story is as yet unposted but on a wander refers to things from its earlier iteration #so now i am finishing that earlier iteration up i'm like i'll just. make this be the followup to on a wander instead #it's fun having to retrofit the ideas that started in this draft and ended up seeing the light of day in on a wander #ouroboros ass story #i also have to go reread on a wander to [checks notes] ensure consistency across body horror. solemn nod #i really love amos. i have to write more stuff about amos. he's a good boy #i have some vague ideas about him journeying all the way to the plateau and seeing the cloudsong. my original plan w/amos was that #he basically has very high luck and wanderlust as a survival adaptation. he goes places #meets everyone. has a good time bc very lucky. and learns leagues more stuff than he would in a normal lifetime #so originally i wanted to just do stories about him traveling the wasteland and ultimately various regions of the world just. #vibin and hangin out with fellow freaks. ah well. one thing at a time

[beeapocalypse]

trying to craft a funger oc like aughhhh i can see him i can picture him in my head right now [image of the most off putting little man possible]

#he does not have a name yet but he DOES have a vague concept. author from the eastern union who got drafted into the military and-- #--met another guy during the 1 week he had b4 getting shipped out to basic training. they immediately develop a WAY intense relationship-- #--and constantly send letters to each other. author is a total chickenshit and comes to cope w the violence of war thru-- #--alcoholism and a complete retreat into his obsession w the other man. gets a couple wires crossed and has his lust morph into more + more #--violent fantasies that the other man plays along w bc its Fun+Wild (at its core its the authors desire for CONTROL. if hes the one-- #--bringing the pain then hes safe. even better if its with the single person in existence he feels like he can trust during that-- #--period of time). manages to live throughout the rest of the war and rushes back to his lover. spends a slowly degrading week w him where- #--the man comes to realize what he thought of as simple metaphor+exaggeration was TRUE desire from the author + the author flounders-- #--without the then expected+familiar terror day in and day out. culminates in the man demanding the author leave and never try to contact-- #--him again (saying their romance was wild and exciting and unlike anything hed ever experienced but the only good way it couldve ended-- #--was if the author died out on the front and forever left him Wanting without the actual reality of those desires realized) and the-- #--author either tries to shoot himself or the man (fails to do so. lol) b4 running off to the first train out of town. worlds messiest guy #ya it leans a bit into samarie territory but hes fun. his theoretical ending b would probably have smth to do w sylvian worship + marriages #even more vague idea for his moonscorched form is a sopping wet pathetic red wolf ('red wolf' being one of the mans terms of endearment-- #--thru their wartime love letters) w its legs tangled up in barbed wire so it has to drag itself around. red bc its incredibly-- #--thin skin (<-- do you get it .) splits and bleeds thru with every movement. a lot of whining and incoherent babbling as it hesitates to-- #--ACTUALLY attack anybody. should have some cock horror element but ive no ideas on that front LOL #skill ideas are persistence predator (more melee damage dealt the less mind hes got- a backstory choice where he focuses entirely on the-- #--love letters rather than splitting focus on his on-pause career with short stories) and an unnamed one playing into his terror/lust deal- #--where he gets a buff to either melee damage or speed when his phobia is active. want to come up with at least one more though #mmmaybe him being an author doesnt play that well into his concept as a whole but hes my strangeguy so whatever

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 11: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should curiously socialize with a few of the boat travelers ...

~

"The Adventurer grabs one of the ornate glass bowls near the buffet table, meekly gathering some cheese and vegetables as he scans the crowd. For the first 15 minutes of the lunch, he mostly crouches in a corner seat, nibbling on his food and nervously fielding the occasional drunken question from a passing party guest..

Knowing he should.. probably... actually socialize at some point, he begrudgingly chooses conversational partners, squeezing his eyes shut and pointing around randomly until he lands on someone.....

The first is a scrawny man in a flashy suit, wobbly from wine but still keeping a vaguely charming demeanor about him. He proudly introduces himself as a "legal expert", then goes on to ramble for a while about the laws in the area, how drastically they vary from city to city (plus a few veiled hints on how to safely break them), and that if you travel a lot it can be hard to keep up with it all.

He mentions, quite conveniently, that he's recently published a book on the topic, a legal guide for local explorers, and offers to give The Adventurer a copy for a special discounted price... but... then soon recalls that the crate of books he'd planned to sell on the boat sadly ended up falling into the river earlier during a "silly little mishap"..

In place of a book, he simply slides The Adventurer a glossy mint colored paper swirled with golden floral motifs, supposedly serving as some sort of business card, though the actual contact information seems obscured beneath the cluttered design. The Lawyer also pulls off his scarf as he rises to leave, wrapping it around The Adventurer's shoulders with a little waving flourish (not the first time someone has confused his anxious shaking for cold shivers). The Adventurer stutters out a confused thank you, then watches as the Lawyer stumbles off, mumbling to himself that he's been drinking too much and "truly must find somewhere to piss"......

The second person he approaches is an older woman, hunched over a table fidgeting with a handful of colorful glass dice, spinning and stacking and arranging them into patterns whilst her thoughts drift elsewhere. Initially, she gives evasive answers when asked personal questions, but soon grows more talkative once the topic of local flora and fauna arises. She apparently used to adventure as well, roaming the lands to document various elements of nature relevant to her mysterious "private research" - though, at her age, she's now resigned to casual boat rides rather than riskily hiking alone through uncharted wilderness. Gently laying a worn leather journal of watercolor paintings out onto the tabletop, she points at various berries, leaves, and animals, eagerly describing their significance...

After chatting for a while, she abruptly changes topics, mentioning that sometimes she can "sense things which she should not" (whatever the hell that means), then asks him to pick one of her dice. He hesitates, but she just stares, refusing to elaborate further.. Finding even 30 seconds of awkward silent eye contact physically impossible to bear, he hurriedly plops a finger down in front of an iridescent yellow die. She chuckles..

Scooping up all of the dice from the table, she rattles them in her clasped hands, then brings them up to her ear as if to listen... to something?? A few moments later, she turns back to him, speaking in a raspy whisper: "There are others, melding your footprints with their own, seeking a gift you do not yet know - this is what I see."

Before he can ask her for any elaboration, the Captain returns, grumbling that The Adventurer has already stayed 5 minutes past the time limit and swatting at him with a broom to shoo him off of the boat. Apparently an hour can go by fast....

After climbing back into his dinky raft, he sails mostly successfully down the river, finally making it to a point that, at least based on his map, SHOULD be where the main road picks back up past the detour. He crashes into a small grouping of rocks whilst trying to navigate back to the shore, but he was planning on disassembling the raft to get his rope and supplies back anyway, so.. aside from a scraped knee and possibly broken pinky toe, he decides it's actually fine. The cat is okay, which is all that really matters, anyhow.

By the time he's taken apart his boat, eaten a quick meal, and bandaged his leg, the sun seems to have nearly set. It's later in the night than he'd usually like to travel, but, where he's going is a pretty commonly used road, so maybe it's safe? He's exhausted from socializing, but could probably muster enough energy to walk for at least a while. Or perhaps he should just call it a night and find a place to sleep.. But.. where??? What should he do?

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Additional information

acquired a long, warm, expensive scarf

acquired slightly increased knowledge of local plants

acquired vague information from the 'dice based fortune teller', or whatever that was meant to be

acquired a business card (+ ability to get away with one minor crime free of legal consequence)

acquired mild nausea for the next 5hrs from weird buffet cheese

acquired badly scraped knee and sprained toe (will walk slightly slower for the next 2 days)

the adventurer's current main goal: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

#paventure posting #polls #choose your own adventure #okay yeahgh this one took like a week instead of a few days lol #I've went back to physical therapy for my chronic chest muscle issue and I think one of the new excercises they gave me in the #appointment ended up really irritating something instead of helping it because I was having way worse and sharper #chest pain for a few days. I went to the doctor and got an ekg just to rule out anything bad like that because I seriously #thought something was wrong but.. apparently it's just the same thing as always. It feels a bit better now #and hopefully wont get bad again if I ease into the excercises more. but for a few days I really didn't want to use my arms at all #so that means like.. not drawing or typing. also when I feel bad I kind of stray away from social media? I know for some peopls #social media is a good distraction when they're sick or whatever but I just find it stressful. I usually just lay on the floor #for a few days with silly cooking shows or Carefully Curated Youtube Videos That Specifically Contain Absolutley Zero Possibility #Of Stressful content Whatsoever on in the background lol.. ANYWAY. #I am at the moment able to use the computer again so I could draw things. hopefully will get on better schedules again one day #anyway!!... HE!!! adventure man... Again I hate trying to shorten things by just describing the conversations without dialogue #like saying “they talked about trees” rather than literally writing out a transcript of the entire conversation they had about trees #etc. I think because most of the time when I write it's in a very dialogue heavy context (like script type things. or visual novels/games #where lots of characters are talking and it's mostly that. etc.) So it feels awkward and bad to just skip over things #But also these would take days and days and days to do if I wrote out pages of conversation so I'm just doing vaguely rushed shortcut writi #writing trying to include only details that are necessary or etc. but ggbhjbhj... it's just so opposite to what I usually like #I always walk away like 'FINE.. i GUESS.. that will have to do >:T' lol #Kind of like how I hate literally every bit of digital art I have ever done because I'm so used to traditional art - specifically pencil #and pen stuff that's very sketchy and messy - and then digital art is all about clean even neat lines with a line tool and very polished #clean coloring - so it's super super opposite to my usual sketchy things and just Feels Wrong. I kind of like ms paint because it feels #like a middle ground like. it's somehow also sketchy even though it's digital. multiple pixelly lines over each other give it a 'sketch' #type feel. BUt anyway. It's supposed to be casual and quick and fun! I will choose to ignore all art and writing errors because #it is all about having a little advenchure! :3 As long as the main idea is clear enough for the voting to make sense . who cares #Remember to keep him safe! the dice lady is trying to help him. Regardless of where he sleeps though he can probably use the scarf #as a new warm blanket addition to his existing meager bedding situation lol. soft. fluffy. the cat will love it probably #Also again. whenever he talks to people the text will be longer. Sorry. Still trying for most of them to be short blurbs lol

[rexcaliburechoes]

ask game - KISS

spins a comically large wheel that just consists of the name "istorros"

god. okay. i've been looking for an excuse to talk about istorros. so i'm gonna take this as my sign to talk a little about him.

the real answer is sort of funny, because in my current file, he's romancing gale, so the last person he's technically kissed is gale. but story-wise, astarion, because of a bunch of funny shenanigans that happened behind the scenes.

here he is casting speak to dead for context (the only other reference i have of him is an Actual mugshot. lmao.)

#ask meme #istorros duskrorr #rex rambles #that behind the scenes shenaniganry is my first file i critically fumbled and romanced shart instead of gale (i had a planned routesplit) #(but that didn't happen obviously. big game. too big to justify long routesplits like that. LMAO.) #so when i created istorros i was deadset on romancing gale bc he's my pathetic wizard!! i like my pathetic wizard #whom of which uh. well. istorros sprouted a whole ass personality OUTSIDE OF MY CONTROL. #motherfucker hit the ground running when he popped into existence #he's the drow cleric i've been vaguing about in tags every so often #anyways back to the shenanigans: i was deadset on romancing gale with him but due to how his trauma ended up shaking out #he ended up bonding the most with astarion and we slowburned our way through faerun in oc lore locked away in dms #my friend described his relationship with astarion thus: #astarion: tries to seduce for protection #istorros: no. bye. #astarion: I DESIRE HIM CARNALLY #but yeah that's a little sliver of istorros. he's funny and also Very Tired. #man needs a nap and for his companions to stop trying to kill themselves literally or metaphorically #as one of two clerics in the group he's pretty sure he has some authority on this actually. please and thanks. #(man also legit looked at gale shart and lae'zel's gods and went. 'i think. those gods are being a bit extra. just a little.') #('at least tempus only wants me to assist in warfaring/warring in general and wants to treat me with some modicum of dignity.')