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thatgirlonstage · 19 hours ago
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thatgirlonstage · 20 hours ago
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one of my favorite things about the untamed is that everyone is always there
nobody gets to be messy in peace. your entire messed up family WILL arrive and they WILL make it worse, no matter how implausible it is that ten people would show up just in time to start drama
are you having a fight in the woods with your ex-fiance? cool cool cool your younger brother is there, and your younger brother’s crush/soulmate, and your other younger brother, and your ex-fiance’s mom, half-brother, half-brother’s boyfriend, and cousin are also there. plus several random hangers on to serve as a peanut gallery
did your wife just stab herself with an Evil Knife because of incest? your side piece is definitely there to confirm that she’s dead (awk). so’s your dumb little brother, your disgraced pal who your boyfriend hates, your nephew, his uncle, his other uncle, and your boyfriend’s brother. several of these people are important dignitaries and one is supposed to be dead
how about this: your uncle is holding you hostage with a garrote? let’s count how many relatives are there: 5 additional uncles (one as a ghost), a cousin, your cousin’s dad who is common-law married to one of your uncles, and an old family friend (possessed by aforementioned uncle-ghost).
in the words of jin zixun:
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thatgirlonstage · a day ago
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I am going to commit violence
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thatgirlonstage · a day ago
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Hmm. A bitch might be tempted to spite write.
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Entire and wild coincidence that this happens the day after I post something in the voltron tag for the first time in ages and for the first time since I started posting dead dove content, I’m sure /s. Jesus absolute christ.
To whatever I-assume-anti is making the most ill informed and useless hacking attempt ever at my Ao3, what exactly are you hoping for here. Why do you think this will work. Please go do literally anything else with your life, you will be happier, I promise.
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thatgirlonstage · a day ago
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Entire and wild coincidence that this happens the day after I post something in the voltron tag for the first time in ages and for the first time since I started posting dead dove content, I’m sure /s. Jesus absolute christ.
To whatever I-assume-anti is making the most ill informed and useless hacking attempt ever at my Ao3, what exactly are you hoping for here. Why do you think this will work. Please go do literally anything else with your life, you will be happier, I promise.
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thatgirlonstage · a day ago
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my mdzs/cql fanart 
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thatgirlonstage · a day ago
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Absolutely losing it at the top entry for “is santa spoiled” on doesthedogdie
[image ID: the response is for supernatural, and the comment reads “Santa and Mrs. Claus are shown as their original beginnings as pagan gods, killing people for sacrifice” /end ID]
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thatgirlonstage · a day ago
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ttrpg character creation tips!
make a character who wants to...
be part of a team
go on adventures
take risks
your character can be kind of a jerk, sure, or have been a loner for a long time, but they've gotta be a team player or party integrity becomes an issue. and if you do make a cranky loner type, do so very thoughtfully and make sure they're on a fast track to understanding the beauty of friendship.
your character can be chill or laidback or unsure, but they've gotta be down with exploring, traveling, and experiencing new things. a character who wants to immediately settle down and open a coffee shop is likely not going to have a good time in most campaigns.
your character can be anxious or nonviolent or avoidant to some extent, but they've gotta be willing to take risks and try new things and help the party achieve group goals. avoiding every plot hook and confrontation because your character is scared is unlikely to lead to a good time.
anyway, maybe these tips seem like common sense but it's surprising how often people seem to make characters that are bound to be miserable in most exploration or combat focused ttrpgs. personality and back story details aside, you are first and foremost creating an adventurer for a cooperative team game, so start from there!
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thatgirlonstage · a day ago
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One piece of context worth thinking about is that travel writing as a genre was immensely popular in the 19th century. Increased mobility of people combined with more avaliable mass media and interest in ���exotic” created a boom in exploration texts. These were both real published accounts of figures like Dr. Livingston in Africa and Peary in the Arctic and fictional texts that show European travelers in exotic settings.
For example, Around the World in Eighty Days was published in 1873. And that is far from the only one, but it is a good example of what this genre looked like when fictionalized.
This genre was meant to both provide a kind of armchair tourism for the average reader and to subtly affirm that the West was more advanced and exotic cultures were a charming thing to be looked at. The colonial underpinnings of the genre ranged from subtle to explicit depending on the writer and the setting.
In regards to Dracula, this is an important point in how Stoker is using the epistolary format to subvert expectations. Jonathan’s journal reads like the average travel writing account in the first couple entries. He is both charmed and intrigued by the exotic, but is also quick to note backwardness and superstition when he sees it. This would have been a much more familiar genre to a Victorian reader than it is now. So the turn to horror is really effective and questions whether any of the assumptions of the superiority of the Western observer are true.
For a modern analogue, think of him as a travel vlogger backpacking through Asia and documenting his journey.
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thatgirlonstage · a day ago
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miss the misery
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thatgirlonstage · a day ago
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Cat ppl will be like "There's no love like a cat's love" and dog ppl will be like "there is no love like a dog's love" and they are both correct.
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thatgirlonstage · a day ago
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"My cry baby HERO"
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thatgirlonstage · 2 days ago
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Does anyone have like. Good dog videos. The fluffiest feel goodest little comfort fic. Pictures of their pets. Funny stories. I need to be reminded good things exist. Please.
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thatgirlonstage · 2 days ago
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Now up on Ao3!
For the mermay prompts, how about Keith and Pidge (your choice of romantic or platonic) with with word scatter?
I’m going with platonic just because Keith & Pidge with Mutually Annoyed Siblings Energy is too fun to pass up
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“Keep your head down, you idiot!” Keith hissed, grabbing Pidge and shoving her face almost into the sandy bottom of the tide pool. She wriggled out of his grip, casting him an annoyed look, but was more cautious approaching the edge of the pool this time. Her tail, swirls of green & gold flashing in the late afternoon sun, pushed her forward with barely a whisper of disturbed water. She surfaced behind a thick patch of the amphibious red seaweed that so many beings came to their planet to harvest these days, pushing the Mers ever deeper into the oceans as they established farms and canals and rigs and stripped the coastline back and back and back. Parting the seaweed with her fingers just enough to peek through it, Pidge caught another glimpse of the strange beings who had crashed their spaceship into the shoreline. There were two of them, both tall, one skinnier than the other. They had two legs, but no purple fur. Instead their skin was smooth, dark, and they had hair on the tops of their heads not so different from a Mer’s.
“Who do you think they are?” she whispered.
“Who cares?” Keith hissed. She could feel him trembling with nerves behind her, knew he’d have his stone knife gripped so tight in one hand his knuckles would be turning white. “No one who comes here ever means us anything but harm.”
Pidge knew that — the purple ones had not bothered to venture into the depths yet, but the few Mers who had attempted to go and talk to them had never returned, not even as corpses — and yet, she couldn’t stop watching this pair, picking their way warily through the labyrinth stone pathways of the Klophiro Tide Pools. “They look lost,” she whispered back to Keith. “They’re not even looking at the seaweed.”
“Then they’re just two unlucky saps who will drown when the tide rises, and so much the better,” Keith whispered tersely. “Will you come back underwater now?”
Klophiro was one of the few sections of coastline the purple ones did not yet control, mostly because it was a nigh-untamable death trap for anything not adapted to living in it. At high tide, the sea roiled up in a fury of rips and whirlpools and churning waves that would either drag you out to sea or smash you against the cliffs. At low tide, the sea receded and left behind a series of stone pools, some no deeper than a puddle, some extending down into an underwater cave network. The one she and Keith had found themselves stuck in was just deep enough for them to duck underwater, not deep enough to hide if the aliens came close. Pidge shot Keith a glare.
“If they come this way they’ll see us anyway,” she said. “I just want to watch. Besides, you’re the one who tried to attack their spaceship with a knife when it hit the water.”
“I couldn’t see what was happening!” Keith protested. “I didn’t realize it was a ship, I thought it was something alive.” He was quiet for a moment. Pidge continued to watch through the seaweed. One of the figures stumbled sideways, sinking thigh-deep into the water of a nearby pool before his friend pulled him back out of it. “Do you think Shiro and the others got away alright?” Keith asked, quietly.
“They’re probably busy worrying about us,” Pidge said, not bothering to look away. “We were the only two stupid enough to swim towards the tide pools when we all scattered, as far as I saw.”
“I was just following you!”
“And I was busy trying to get you to stop attacking the giant metal weaponized spaceship with a knife,” Pidge snapped. She could almost hear Keith glare at her back in response. He sighed.
“Are you at least able to talk to the seaweed up here?” he asked. Pidge sniffed.
“I can talk to all the seaweed,” she said. “Even though Klophiro seaweed is particularly rude. Trust me, if they get too close, they won’t even know what hit them. Well, they probably will, it’s hard to mistake a giant ball of seaweed wrapping around you. But they won’t know why.”
That finally drew out the huff of breath that Pidge recognized as Keith’s exasperated not-a-laugh. She turned and gave him a lopsided grin. He was floating behind her, the red fins of his matte black tail flashing as he kept himself level in the water. He held up his knife-free hand in surrender. “Alright, alright,” he said. “We watch, and we wait.”
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Mermay prompt requests open until 31/5/21! See the rules [here].
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thatgirlonstage · 2 days ago
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The purest expression of Love in Tolkien’s works is following
Sam follows Frodo into Mordor. Arwen chooses to follow Aragorn’s fate instead of the one she was born to. Amroth will not leave Middle-earth when Nimrodel cannot follow. Sam, Merry, and Pippin will not let Frodo leave the Shire alone. Beren and Lúthien follow each other into the darkest places in the world, or rather Beren goes, alone, repeatedly, and Lúthien pursues him with the same fervor that he once used to pursue her.
Tom Bombadil follows the river to find Goldberry and once he finds her he’s always following the path home to her; the only paths in the Old Forest that are dependable and constant are the ones that lead to his home and to Goldberry’s pool. “I have my house to mind, and Goldberry is waiting,” for him to follow her home at last.
Gimli follows Legolas and Galadriel into the West, and bears a love so powerful that he is the one exception to the rule; he bore no ring and yet is welcomed for the sake of his love for them. Sam swears to return to where he thinks Frodo died after the duty is done, but in that moment, the hardest thing is not the weight of the Ring or the fear of Sauron, but the burden of leaving him. Éowyn and Faramir stand together on the walls of Minas Tirith as they wait for the end. The Three Hunters push themselves to near impossible feats of endurance pursuing their friends when they are in danger. The ents constantly followed the entwives to their gardens, even though they didn’t care for them much, and the story goes that one day they will follow them and find “a land where both our hearts may rest”, a place where they can both be happy.
They go only because they would not be parted from thee – because they love thee, Éowyn whispers.
You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin – to the bitter end…. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word, Merry scolds.
Don’t go where I can’t follow, Sam weeps.
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thatgirlonstage · 2 days ago
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I did some foreshortening practice that got out of hand and turned into Caleb! The best dirt wizard <3
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