#Answers and a new path

[beescrafting]

A past long forgotten, Anwers and a new path.

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[akkivee]

so do you think there’s some commentary to be had about which characters like themselves based on if their ghost likes them lmao

[icewindandboringhorror]

indeed my exact process once every 8 months or so

[grubus]

my darling girls. they should kiss.

( oh sha-la-la-la, you want to kiss the girl )

[balkanlila]

i torture my good friend mal on a daily basis... yes, this is a lila analysis

[ephemeral-winter]

post where i complain about money even though i'm extremely well off below the jump

maybe i'm stupid but i pay exactly 35% of my take-home pay in rent (and only 25% of my gross income) which means i am following the common sense financial advice to a t and also doing extremely well compared to most americans and yet somehow every month once rent is paid on the 1st and i buy groceries for the week i find myself basically out of money and by the 7th or so i'm having to dip into savings to cover things before the second paycheck hits, at which point i have so much excess cash i feel like a king. at no point am i in danger of starving or of eviction and it feels stupid to complain as this is clearly just a cash flow problem but as someone who is very anxious about money for no reason it Feels Bad Man and i don't know how to solve it. i have already made the necessary moves to pay as many of my other bills as possible in the second half of the month but like one has to buy groceries most weeks. i don't like denying myself little treats but i do and even then other purchases come up. i am sure many of my issues will evaporate once i finish paying off this fucking credit card (don't go to grad school kids) and can build up more of a cushion in the checking account but jesus christ. how do other people manage this??? YNAB really doesn't work for my brain tbh and I'm not sure of other methods to work with

[devonian-error]

I'm so angry about the Investigations series bc those games really gave us some of the best characters, all of whom had so many interesting directions the story could've taken their characters and then the series just never mentions any of them again

[thewaywardabbey]

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[quiiscnt]

@scarletbellatrix said :

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together (to juvia)

meme // accepting

☂ ❚❙❘ The kitchen was a place she felt quite comfortable in. Usually her preferences leaned towards baking rather than cooking. Her and her sister had a sort of agreement that Rayne would handle meals if Juvia handled desserts. Although it ended with them helping each other with both in the end most days. It was a great way for them both to pick up the parts of the craft they lacked. And now for her to share that with Erza.

The cook book laid propped open in its stand. She had a few but they had settled on a simple recipe for tonight, and one of her personal favorites, curry. All the ingredients were laid out along with any utensils needed. Juvia herself was in an apron with her hair tied back in a pony tail. There was one for the other too, it was just awaiting her arrival to be worn.

     ❝Oh right on time.❞ The doorbell rang just as the girl had finished double checking everything. With a smile she went over to let Erza in so they could get started.

[acourtofquestions]

Hearth to hearth, the Flame of War went.

Over snow-blasted mountains and amongst the trees of tangled forests, hiding from the enemies that prowled the skies. Through long, bitterly cold nights where the wind howled as it tried to wipe out any trace of that flame.

But the wind did not succeed, not against the flame of the queen.

So hearth to hearth, it went.

To remote villages where people screamed and scattered as a young-faced woman descended from the skies on a broom, waving her torch high.

Not to signal them, but the few women who did not run. Who walked toward the flame, the rider, as she called out, "Your queen summons you to war. Will you fly?"

Trunks hidden in attics were thrown open. Folded swaths of red cloth pulled from within. Brooms left in closets, beside doorways, tucked under beds, were brought out, bound in gold or silver or twine. And swords-ancient and beautiful—were drawn from beneath floorboards, or hauled down from haylofts, their metal shining as bright and fresh as the day they had been forged in a city now lying in ruin.

Witches, the townsfolk whispered, husbands wide-eyed and disbelieving as the women took to the skies, red cloaks billowing. Witches amongst us all this time.

Village to village, where hearths that had never once gone fully dark blazed in answer.

Always one rider going out, to find the next hearth, the next bastion of their people.

Witches, here amongst us. Witches, now going to war.

A rising tide of witches, who took to the skies in their red cloaks, swords strapped to their backs, brooms shedding years of dust with each mile northward.

Witches who bade their families farewell, offering no explanation before they kissed their sleeping babes and vanished into the starry night.

Mile after mile, across the darkening world, the call went out, ceaseless and unending as the eternal flame that passed from hearth to hearth.

"Fly, fly, fly!" they shouted. "To the queen! To war!"

Far and wide, through snow and storm and peril, the Crochans flew.

[altschmerzes]

I am so intrigued by your Dresden files but good project, I often think about what the Dresden files could be without all the sexism and racism lol

RIGHT LIKE. the thing is i love the genre and i love the concepts but i just cannot with the narrative and the like. the way. it is. about women. so i'm like alright alright alright. what if we do this (contemporary urban fantasy mysteries with a tired freelance detective protagonist) but the protagonist is an indigenous butch woman, and for fun and games we'll set it in toronto. let's see what we can do with THAT- i think about this all the time sldfkjs i love this project. i have a couple concepts and a couple other characters and i'd love to sit down and hammer some stuff out for it sometime.

[nicollekidman]

can we hear the lyra lore 🥺🥺🥺 pls

omg bestie.... i'm still actively working it out which is why i keep talking about journaling but bare bones.... she's the only child of a powerful elf family in baldur's gate, her mother is a mystery to her and her father is in Money, she's always been weird and withdrawn but like. a Dreamer in some sense.... she learns archery early and spends a lot of time alone. i don't think she's ever particularly happy or emotive but she enjoys exploring (and she's terribly vain... wants to look just like her mother). then she gets a baby sister and dotes on her to the point where she's basically raising her alone in kind of an obsessive way. when her sister is young, things start to get weird with her parents, they're gone more and more, and when they're home they're.... strange. but they want for nothing, and lyra and her sister are happy and inseparable (i'm still deciding on her name). when her sister is 20ish she's murdered, and through some set of circumstances i haven't fleshed out yet, lyra figures out it was her parents, as a sacrifice to bhaal. she kills both her parents and burns down their entire house for good measure, both so that there is no trace but also for herself.

i think she spends the next 40-50 years alone, basically doing bounty hunter work for money and drifting along. she only speaks when necessary, becomes ruthlessly pragmatic and essentially uninterested in the general population. she's basically turned off everything except her Life Functions. she gets a reputation in the lower city as the Ghost and people leave her alone because she minds her own business unless provoked or on a job (and sometimes the kids will manage to get gifts from her... they learn to read her body language and approach on good days). she keeps her rich clothes and facepaints and always looks immaculate (when you look both dead and rich, no one gets close). i think she also sometimes lets herself be bought when she's bored but if she ever ends up genuinely vulnerable or lets anything personal slip to a patron, she kills them. i think probably she's looking for something/someone to make her come back to life but she doesn't know that's what she's doing..... like being so hungry you can't feel it anymore. she's not evil and she's not robotic she's just kind of in an emotional coma, she's not even really seeking revenge bc she knows it won't bring her sister back and she can't bring herself to care enough.

i want to flesh out more of who she was before the murder but i'm waiting for her to tell me lol.

but yes, this is why she is such a freak with astarion + the party, but this post is long enough skdjfghjfkdsl canon timeline lore is insane in a different way but who doesn't want to be murdertwins with a random traumatized vamp you stumble upon, yknow.

[sharransepulchre]

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[ sharran shadowheart visage ] — can't afford any mistakes .

[ selûnite shadowheart visage ] — whatever's next ; i'm ready .

[ sharran shadowheart attire ] — being someone else ; even just for a while .

[ selûnite shadowheart attire ] — shame - the colour might have suited me .

[ sharran shadowheart interactions ] — darkness guide me .

[ selûnite shadowheart interactions ] — wits and blades ; always sharp .

[ faithless shadowheart interactions ] — a new church shall rise ; united , in your image , and blessed with the blood of the faithless .

[ sharran shadowheart answers ] — have to keep focused. can't afford to get attached - to anyone .

[ selûnite shadowheart answers ] — always a pleasure .

[ faithless shadowheart answers ] — which path calls to you - darkness or light ?

[ shadowheart aesthetics ] — better stop gazing at myself before someone accuses me of vanity .

[ selûnite shadowheart headcanons ] — i think i may have overdone it with the black and purple for - oh - my entire life .

[ shadowheart character study ] — i wonder how i'll feel when i remember everything .

[ selûnite shadowheart attractions ] — yes ; you sit right there and let me drink in the sight of you .

[ faithless shadowheart attractions ] — your heart swells with shadow and silver alike , and the undying love of countless followers . at last , you are whole .

[ shadowheart desires ] — i love a nice secret hideaway .

[ shadowheart skillsets ] — you must inflict pain in order to end pain .

[ shadowheart scenery ] — nothing wrong with a nice subdued ambience .

[ shadowheart playlist ] — the one pocket of light in the gloom .

[ shadowheart games ] — hilarious. you belong on stage - perhaps the bloodstained sort ; with a hooded man standing by ; axe in hand .

[ shadowheart poetry ] — that ' s either profoundly poetic or childishly simple . i ' m going with poetic .

[ sharran shadowheart body study ] — its a form of freedom - if a tragic one .

[ selûnite shadowheart body study ] — forty years of my life ; documented like i was some sort of specimen .

[ ship : shadowlach ] — you ' re a beautiful woman , karlach . i would kiss you if i valued my life a little less .

[ lycanthropy : moon drunk . ]

[ lycanthropy : moon blessed . ]

[broke-on-books]

Happy poetry month! In the spirit of the month, what's your favourite poem? I'm not an avid poetry reader but mine is We Only Want the Earth.

Ooooh I'll have to check that one out, I don't think I've read it!

Hmmm as for favorite poem, there's a few I throw out as my top poem with frequency, but here I've got to say The Bridge by C. Dale Young. I just adore its positivity and the way it isn't afraid to be in love with the small details of life. That's just a feeling I relate with so much in my life and the whole poem is SUCH a vibe. Think I called it my idea of the world's greatest love poem in an essay once (which is def A Claim which idk if I'd fully back up now but the vibes are there) because it isn't just a poem about being in love with someone, it's loving everything they do and everything around you and loving just the world as a whole and how you see it everyday. Its such a vibe fr

Just- THIS !!!! ^^^^^^

[lucabyte]

HII same anon here to say that I've been reading the stuff for Purrgatorio all day and IM HAVING SO MUCH FUN!!!!

awuwuwuuauuauuauhh

(i made this edit just for this ask LMAO)

thank you!!! I hope you're enjoying the weird pandemic vibes of early purrgatorio LMAO. And I hope you're enjoying being a bit thrown in the deep end with these characters?? I know purrgatorio alludes to a lot of things that are presently not publicly written but that is intentional!

And man, you're reminding me i REALLY gotta get back to prototyping out Interactive Cliffside, which is a little rpgmaker game I want to make that's set in the Purrgatorio continuity as just a little low-stakes walking sim to get used to rpgmaker again (since! purrgatorio started as a game (a VN) and back in 2015 i had a VERY rough RPGmaker game following Chrome and Tabitha... and I wanna go full circle 😊😊)

But also !!! Augh!! You're the first person to read purrgatorio (to my knowledge) who hasn't had access to the minecraft recreation of cliffside!! The world file it's in is ungodly big so I can't really just upload it but I WILL film a tour!! I'm busy today but that's gonna be my tomorrow task :) I've been meaning to do one for ages so...

also hold this

[all-thestories-aretrue]

Hmmmmmmm. Gotta say I am feeling just a little bit vindicated about Neil and all his memory issues during this conversation with Renwick ngl lol. It is a bit of a different flavor tho. Something something Neil being easily manipulated 🤔🤔🤔

Him really pressing Neil on his sire is interesting. And why wouldn't Neil know about a recorded blood hunt and death? Especially if Renwick does. I'm not going to pretend to know Camarilla politics tho lol. So I guess the question is is someone impersonating Neil's sire? And if so, why? OR is Neil right about his sire and those records were forged?

"How much do you trust your own memory." 😈😈😈 "I would have said I trusted them a lot... Now, I don't know." 😈😈😈