#I call it beastmaster :3

[joz-yyh]

Beast Taming - A Rust Sidestory

SUMMARY: It's time for Audrey's big party to get underway and Bigby is the star. Nothing goes according to plan, but perhaps the Houndmaster can help salvage the evening. No beta. Read at your own risk.

RATING: T

PAIRING: Houndmaster x Abomination

WORD COUNT: 3,316

A/N: Sharing this here for @cultofthepigeon!! Thank you so much for liking this ship and entertaining my little story here! Hope you enjoy~

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Paracelsus storming around the banquet hall, glamored in makeup, gloved hands cinched around their full-length dress is something William never thought he'd see in his lifetime. 

Their bifoculed face is aimed in his direction, the scientist regarding him, a rarity in itself to behold them without their mask present.

“Did Bigby come this way,” they ask, frantic breath fogging up their round spectacles, huffing in haste of their search.

“Just missed him,” William advises, pointing around his champagne glass, indicating toward the other side of the room.

“Dammit,” the scholar grits out, hiking up their skirt, mud-crusted boots nearly tripping on the long hem that persists in getting in their way.

The dark-haired beauty follows his guide, William finding the juxtaposition comical, taking a casual sip of his drink, letting the brightness bubble on his tongue.

“You can come out now.”

“Are they gone,” a shaky voice asks, it's source resonating from under the fancy table cloth.

“For the moment,” William says, skilled eyes trained on the room, watching for any danger.

With a timid hand, Bigby draws the fabric back, checking his surroundings just to be sure it was safe. Satisfied with the results, he crawls out from his hiding spot.

“How did you know,” the branded vagabond sighs, standing up from his crouch, running a hand along his clothes to look more presentable.

“Old hound masters trick,” he smiles around his mustache, taking another sip of champagne.

“Well, thanks.”

“Don't mention it.” 

Bigby smiles in return, relieved to find another person he felt comfortable around. Most of tonight's guests were of the fairer sex, a series of awkward conversations he had not the knowledge to participate in as they talked about the troubles of beauty and the encroaching male gaze.

“Is that stuff any good,” he asks after a beat, watching as the flaxen lawman continues to nurse his drink.

“Not bad,” William says, swirling the golden liquid about, watching it aerate, “but it's a bit dry for my tastes. I prefer sweeter wine.” 

With a dashing smirk and effortless chivalry, the hound master offers what remains in his cup to his companion, “Give it a try.” 

“Are you sure,’’ the abomination asks, accepting the glass, digits gently wrapping around the other man's fingers, worried about breaking such delicate things.

“Of course,” William says, “if you like it, I can always grab us a few more. Plenty to go around.” 

Bigby nods, enjoying that idea. Delicately, he lifts the glass to his lips, the robust flavor pruning the tip of his tongue. William watches on as the lad digests the flavor, his uncharacteristically clean-shaven expression changing as the various notes hit his palate until he finally swallows it down.

“Well,” the blonde prompts, raising a shaggy brow, “what's the verdict?”

“I think it’s growing on me,” he giggles, going back in for more.

“Then, I'll be right back.”

The blonde pardons himself, walking the length of the buffet table, the far end housing more effervescent glasses.

Occupied with his drink, Bigby waits for his companion to return. 

He spies Fergus on the opposite end of the floor, the trusty wolfhound never too far behind from her master. Finely-dressed ladies are huddled around the groomed canine, cooing and awwing over her every move. They take turns shaking her paw, exclamations abound, commenting on how precious she looks in her sparkly new collar.

“Back just in time, eh,” William jokes, indicating the other’s empty flute.

The lycan follows his line of sight, staring down, not realizing he’d finished off it’s hazy contents already. 

“I guess so,” the wolfboy laughs, setting it aside for the moment.

Rather than holding two glasses, William carries a small plate of hors d'oeuvres in the other, the abomination poised to tease him about it.

“Had enough already,” the abomination asks, taking the newly replenished refreshment from him.

“For the moment. Best I eat something after three glasses.”

The changeling giggles at his honesty, knocking back a bigger mouthful of champagne, trying to catch up to William’s level of ingested alcohol.

The beast tamer samples one of the crackers loaded with cream cheese, tomato and chives, holding the tiny morsels within Bigby’s reach, a spread of various meats, cheeses and olives struck with toothpicks.

“Try the prosciutto first,” William says, “I had some earlier.”

“Sure,” the wolfboy says, doing just that.

The two men munch away, idly listening to the tune of the gramophone, glancing around the decor of the room, William observing his four-legged companion from across the way.

“Great isn't she?”

“Hmm,” Bigby hums, not sure what he means, still about his food.

“Fergus,” the lawman says, pride swelling in his chest, “she does most of the socializing for me. I think she enjoys all the attention, though.”

“She certainly is popular,” he agrees, witnessing such charms earlier.

“If only I had her charisma for parties. She makes it look so easy.”

The abomination can certainly relate to that feeling, “I know what you mean,” he concurs. 

The beast tamer turns to face him, appraising his lanky frame up and down, eyes glittering with approval. He’d only ever seen Bigby in torn trousers and chains, but he cleaned up rather well, hair slicked over the other half of his face, no doubt to cover up his notorious mark, his chin chiseled smooth from the trim of a razor, his height properly outfitted in semi-formal attire.

“I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you look very handsome.”

Bigby nearly chokes, covering his mouth, unprepared for such a compliment. “Thanks, but I can't take credit for much,” the wolboy waves off, recovering from the shock, “Audrey picked out my clothes, helped style my face.”

“That lassie sure knows her stuff.”

“She does,” Bigby agrees, remembering the painful hours of preparation he had to go through to achieve his current appearance. He wouldn’t mind going through the ringer again if it meant he could spend more time with the houndmaster like this.

Hesitantly, he takes in his fellow man’s appearance, sallow hair slicked back so he can see more of his eyes, a regal air about him made all the more apparent thanks to his tailcoat and broad stature. It takes the branded boy a moment to assemble his bearings, liquid courage helping him bring shy words to the surface.

“You too. You look handsome,” he mumbles, looking away, a blush upon his cheeks, nervously tugging on his hair to distract himself.

“Glad you think so,” the hound master beams, a radiant man of light, “I might not have a personal stylist, but I know my way around a brush. Thankfully, Fergus still lets me borrow hers.”

Bigby laughs, delighted by such humor, gazing at Scotch-Irisman more openly, the two sharing a long, appreciative smolder.

“Say, would you care to dance?”

“Uhh … me,” Bigby fumbles, beside himself with astonished emerald eyes, looking about as if William could be asking anyone else, “You think that's a good idea?”

The goldenrod man laughs, setting aside a mostly empty plate, holding out a hand in invitation, “Yes, the best idea I've had tonight.”

“But … I haven't danced in quite some time,” the wolfchide warns, looking down in shame, worried about embarrassing himself and his friend with his poor footwork.

“Me either. All the more reason. No worse than what I can do in a kilt.”

The blonde goads him, just a little, with beckoning fingers, “C'mon, I’ll lead. Can't let a perfectly good dance floor go to waste.”

Bigby still seems unsure, keen on persuading him otherwise, but in a swell of impulsive whimsy, he downs the rest of his wine and accepts the tender proposal.

The lawman grins, wide and bright, holding the polished vagabond’s hand dutifully in his, escorting his impromptu date onto the dance floor.

They practically have the space all to themselves, his partner quickly finding them a suitable spot to begin, the houndmaster's touch curling around the small of his back, steady and warm, pulling him close while Bigby places his palm on William’s arm, poised and ready.

The comely brunette could blame his thumping heartbeat on the giles of fermented fruit, but that just wouldn't be true, the tingle in his cheeks made all the more apparent by the presence of the dashing man in his company, proving one could be so soft and yet so incredibly strong at the same time.

He barely has time to marvel on such thoughts before William begins their waltz, the hybrid fumbling with the motion, too dazed, heels stomping on his partner's toes.

“S-sorry,” Bigby frets, looking between them to prevent the faux pax from happening again, “I told you I am out of practice.”

“It's alright,” the beast tamer jokes, practically immune, “Fergus steps on my feet all the time. Didn't feel a thing. And don't worry, the timing will come, just keep your head up. Count with me.”

William, thankfully, slows down for his sake, helping him relearn the basics, the abomination following along with jerky imitating steps that grow more confident and fluid the longer they practice.

“There you go, 1 2 3 … 1 2 3 … you've got it now.”

Soon enough, with the patient encouragement of William's humble guide, Bigby finds his rhythm again, the two men gliding about the room in beautiful harmony.

The lycanthrope feels dizzy, but it's a pleasant sensation, butterflies swarming about his head and stomach, wondering if this could be what exhilaration feels like, finally understanding why people bothered to have parties at all.

“Should we be taking this more seriously,” Bigby asks, self-conscious of his etiquette.

“Not like we're dancing for the king,” William reminds him, always knowing the right thing to say, “We're just two lads having fun.”

“I guess we are,” the wolfboy agrees, posing a charming close-lipped smile.

“Ready for the spin?”

“The what,” he squeaks, suddenly panicked, his hair turning wild.

William smirks, twirling his partner about the room, their entwined fingers keeping him from straying too far, reeling him back with tempered zeal.

With a winded laugh, the branded boy collides into his partner's chest, a gruff accident of too much momentum, stopping them both in their tracks, Bigby's basking in their shared breath, William in his.

He's delirious, must be, because the world is spinning behind his eyes even as he remains perfectly still, the houndmaster a welcoming weight pressed against his, their lips just a skin-tingling impulse away from joining in a kiss.

Even at the height of his elation, here now comes tragedy to squander it. The beast surges inside his head, making him freeze, his veins pulsing with venom just beneath his clothes, the creature wanting out of it's human cage.

The wolfboy misses his chance to deepen their relationship, curling inward on himself, hoping to drive the menacing beast back with banishing thoughts alone.

‘No, not now. Go away.’

“Bigby,” the houndmaster treads, a note of genuine concern coloring his voice, “Bigby what's wrong?”

His fists clench in the Irishman’s jacket, on the verge of ripping the seams, trying to subdue his other half, shaking with the strain.

“I … I have to go,” he mumbles, pained by such a confession, not wanting to spoil the moment, but having no other choice.

“Go, go where? Why? Is there something wrong?”

William is desperately trying to fix whatever caused the sudden rift between their gravitating hearts, but he seems powerless against it.

“I…I don't know. I just have to go.”

His voice is trembling, he might even be crying, liquid heat prickling at his eyes. He can only pray William will have the grace to be this kind to him again, that he'll even spare him a second glance after a parting rejection like this.

A fuming Paracelsus cuts between them, making both men jump in surprise.

“Just what was that stunt you pulled,” they holler, beet red with anger, “I wasn’t done with you, you know!”

“No, I-I–,” Bigby can't put a coherent sentence together, too distracted by the burning ache of his mark.

The plague doctor's interference doesn’t help, his affliction growing worse, the tormented abomination clutching his head, nails growing into wickedly sharp claws.

“Paracelsus, please,” William sighs, trying to de-escalate their tenuous situation.

“Let's see how you like getting stood up,” the half-pint growls, poking the taller blonde in the sternum, revenge in their puffy eyes.

The shapeshifter has no time to listen to his suitors argue, taking the opportunity to run, seeking the solace of the woods before he loses control and a festive evening becomes the stuff of a living nightmare.

Even with the scientist drawing most of his attention, William is the first to notice Bigby's absence, looking high and low for any sign of where he might have gone.

“We can discuss this later, Paracelsus,” William insists, already on the hunt, passing astride them.

The scholar scoffs, crossing their arms, voicing their discontent at his retreat, “I really hate the living.”

William quite literally stumbles upon his first clue, his shoe coming into contact with something irrevocably odd, taking a step back to see what it was. A peculiar looking key reveals itself, no doubt dropped by the young man he's currently pursuing.

It's heavy, rusted and plain, characteristics that would no doubt suit the impoverished wallet of its owner. 

William gathers up the precious trinket, following his quarry's trail out the door, all the more determined to find him before the night is through.

He makes it out of the building just as a jagged shadow peels into the dark hollow of branches, a place most folk would be hard pressed to venture, a safe bet to assume it's Bigby taking refuge amongst the wood.

The hound master runs towards his last known location, looking for signs of torn thread, broken branches, disturbed earth to decipher which direction he'd gone.

Needless to say, William is on his guard. He is without his club and his hound, weary of what might be lurking in the dark, Hamlet not the safest place to journey alone, even on a good day.

Curiously, he finds a loafer abandoned in the dirt, leaning down to inspect it, this belonging to Bigby’s ensemble, remembering the buckle of polished leather.

It was too new to have been dropped by anyone else, it's twin discarded in the path just ahead, the beast tamer collecting the pair, proof he's charted the proper course.

He hears noises, muffled, but they don't sound threatening, quite the opposite really, still approaching with an air of caution, downwind.

A figure huddles, sitting on his knees, hiding in a thicket of fallen trees, sobbing mixed with beastly grunts, William keeping a healthy distance between them, calling out softly.

“Bigby …”

The wolfboy's shoulders jolt in surprise, the sniffling abruptly ceasing, suddenly made aware of his audience.

The two men suffer through a long pause, one refusing to look at the other, hoping to fade into shadow, cease to exist.

“You shouldn't be here.” 

It's dark, cryptic, a feral, inhuman tone.

“I was worried,” William explains, treading closer, not so easily deterred.

“How did you find me?” 

The wolfboy sounds bewildered, angered, turning just slightly as the man approaches him, one eye big and round, reflective like the moon.

William takes a seat on the bark of a fallen log, next to the sad, lonely soul that's giving his all to appear terrifying, menacing, and yet the lawman makes a play at humor.

“Fergus isn’t the only one who knows how to track.” 

He ends his delivery with a wink and Bigby dissolves into sniffles, wiping at his cheeks, trying to hide his laugh, though he doubts the lawman didn't already know he was a blubbering mess.

“Sorry, I ruined everything.”

“Not at all,” William affirms, “the fresh air did us both some good. I'll take the great outdoors over stuffy decor any day.”

A smile on his lips, sleuthing nose tipped up, taking in a deep breath of it, a subtle cue, emulating what Bigby should be doing.

The lycanthrope sinks into a cradle of arms, knees pulled under his chin, always hiding his less desirable side.

“I doubt Audrey will ever invite me again,” the werewolf scoffs, self-degradation heavy in his voice, “Not after the state I left her clothes.” 

They’re dirty, frayed, ripped asunder. Would probably cost more than his life's worth to tailor them back to perfection.

“I think she'll understand, given the circumstances,” William says, giving a shrug of nonchalance, “Speaking of, I found your shoes a ways back.”

He procures the items, dangling them in his hand for effect. 

“This too.” 

The houndmaster takes the key from his pocket, holding it out, metal too dull to catch a shine, the man's hand glowing by comparison.

To think he could have been so forgetful, Bigby gasping at the sight of it, finally unraveling, taking the precious trinket back into his possession. 

“Thank you.”

Their skin touches despite his best efforts to avoid it, leaning away, gripping the key tightly within his fist.

Another long silence hangs between them, neither knowing what to say, but content to be in each other's presence.  

“I don’t want to keep you. Fregus is probably worried.”

It wasn't fair, taking up so much of his time, especially, when there was far better company to keep than an abomination.

“She’s in good hands. I think you need me more right now.”

Bigby looks to him, surprised, mouth agape, hair askew, miniature horns to hail the gruesomeness of his mark.

The houndmaster reaches out, slow, methodical, plucking away a leaf that's tangled itself within dark locks, brushing his brow just slightly, making Bigby shudder.

“William?”

It's a plea, so vulnerable, so small that the Irishman begins to worry.

“Yes?”

“Will you help me?”

“Sure lad, what is it you need?”

His mouth answers before he can give the request a single thought, the blonde hero determined to give Bigby anything within his power to drive the sadness out.

“This …  has happened before. In the weald. I couldn’t control myself and now the same thing is happening again.”

William had heard about the fiasco with the blood moon. Even Fergus went into a frenzy, the effects of such potent magic undeniable.

“Bigby, what happened wasn't your fault.”

“I can't keep pretending I am not a danger to everyone,” he snaps, aggressive, "No matter how little or how many my wards.”

The wolfboy takes a moment to calm himself, knowing the houndmaster didn't deserve his rage, fighting to find his next words, the later waiting patiently.

“I know it was a risk unlocking my chains, but I wanted to feel … normal for once.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” 

“But there is. I am not normal. Never will be again. But maybe, if there was someone who could teach me, tame me, maybe then, things could be different.”

William holds his gaze, stern, searching, discovering just how serious he was about this. 

“It’s not a quick and easy fix, you know,” he sighs, relaxing, “It will take time, but if you’re willing to learn, I would be more than happy to help you.” 

Bigby stares at him, eyes of a more human light, gushing with the shimmer of tears. 

“Do you really think there's hope for someone like me?”

“There's always hope.” 

The houndmaster smiles, warm and wonderful, and Bigby flings himself at him, arms clutching around his back, probably straining the material of his jacket with the ferocity of his hug.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, lad,” he assures, holding his fellow hero in return, “You're with me now. Can't count yourself a lone wolf anymore.”

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[jakelope13]

When my brother and I played through BL3, we found an amazing assault rifle that we nicknamed the "Boss-melter": a Vladof Legendary called Lucian's Call. It had dual, rotating gatling barrels (each barrel rotated and they rotated around each other, like binary stars), where the Crits return 2 rounds to the magazine and richocheted 2 bullets at the nearest enemy. With my brother running FL4K, and turning on every crit-enabling ability... we wound up saving that gun for when we were in trouble during a boss battle, and it felt like we were saying "Okay, you asked for it, we're Becoming Serious Now." It was also so amazing to see all those contrails zipping around and just lighting up every opponent on the field, including ones you didn't see.

found the ratatater of all time for my Very fire focused Moze build

[sweetbunpura]

Cruise of a Lifetime Ch.3

Kalim would like to treat NRC to a cruise for summer break... he may have forgotten to tell everyone WHO else was sharing the ship with them...

Tie into: Rescue from RSA

Ch.1 - Ch.2

WC: 748

The lobby exploded into cries of complaints and various name calling from both sides. Kalim and Jahzi stood and watched them from the podium, neither moving a muscle as the cries ramped up.

“Hey!” A voice called out through the chaos and gained everyone’s attention.

A tall and slightly bulky man stood next to Jahzi, his long black hair was tied up in a high ponytail and he was sporting a thin black beard. The man wore a pair of golden bangles on his wrists, a short sleeved white button up shirt, a red sash like item around his waist, and a pair of blue pants followed by a pair of golden sandals.

“I know you’re all upset.” He began. “But both of the Asim’s worked hard to cater this to both schools. Everything is paid for, anything you use or buy on the ship goes to their bill, so it’s free. The rooms are also catered to each student here, same goes with the food.” He crosses his arms and his muscles bulge out slightly. “They did all of this and you get onto them by keeping the fact that you’d be sharing with another school hidden?”

They looked down, shame radiating off of them as they let the man’s words sink in.

“Forgive me for asking.” Riddle spoke up. “But who are you, exactly?”

“Oh!” The man laughed and rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry about that! I’m Gene, Gene Nights. I’m the chaperone for RSA.”

“Chaperone?”

“Yes. Does NRC not have one?”

The dorm leaders looked among one another before shaking their heads.

“Not that we know of.”

“Odd. I could’ve sworn I saw him earlier.” Gene looked around. “Then again he said he wanted a moment to breathe before you came aboard.”

Yuu muttered. “I know it ain’t gonna be Crowley, so he probably pawned it off to someone else.”

Fellow added in. “Wouldn’t it fall onto you, Beastmaster?”

“...Shit. Who is it then?”

“Ah! There he is!” Gene waved his hand to someone behind them. “Chestnut!”

The NRC student body froze as they watched the school’s physician walk into the room and join Gene on the podium. He stared out at the students with a half lidded gaze as he crossed his arms.

“Behave. For your sake and mine.”

“The best AND worst option.” Yuu nudged Fellow. “Your boyfriend is here.”

“...And he didn’t tell me.” The fox beastman scoffed and crossed his arms. “Betrayal.”

Chestnut adjudged his glasses. “The schedule for the day has been provided for you as they were handed out before you boarded. Please head to your rooms and unpack. You’re free to explode the ship afterwards as we leave the dock and we’ll be having lunch according to the schedule.”

“Oh!” Kalim added as Chestnut finished. “Please dress nicely for dinner as we’ll be having a show included with it!” He smiles.”You’re dismissed!”

Slowly the students filtered out of the lobby, each heading in the directions the signs were pointing for the room numbers. Rollo pulled out his ticket and looked at the number.

“Are we in the same room?”

Yuu pulled out hers. “Yeah.”

Skully raises his slip up. “I have the same number.”

“We’re all in the same room, I’m assuming.” Rollo frowned. “Wonderful.”

“Let’s at least see what it is before we start complaining.” Yuu picked up her bags and waited as Grim climbed his way onto her shoulder. “Let’s go.”

It didn’t take long to reach the room and Yuu paused as she stared at the double dark wood doors in front of them. The Ramshackle residents shared a look before the young woman used the keycard to open the door. Stepping inside, they froze and took in the room. The whole room was bathed in colors of white, blue, gold, and marble. There were two doors on the first floor and a spiral staircase leading to the top floor which no doubt held the third room. A bar was down on the first floor along with a few seating areas and a large table. A massive flat screen TV was up against the wall, the sunlight coming from the windows reflected off of it.

One of the tables was a personalized gift basket for each member and a note from Kalim.

“Thank you for everything, Yuu! Please enjoy this gift!”

She took in the note, looking around the suite before addressing the other members. 

“This is gonna be a good month.”

[microwavesaferat]

Dungeons and Bat-Dragons

It's a typical night in Gotham, crime is rampant, the Signal is lit up, the Bats are hunting. What should have been a normal night, starts to deteriorate rapidly:

Batman and Robin, whilst talking Ivy down from mass-destruction, get caught in the crumbling power-plant. Bruce has a broken leg, and Damian has a fractured wrist.

Nightwing, who got called in after Batman and Robin went down, manages to misjudge the size of a doorframe and now has a concussion.

The Red Hood, after hearing about this, laughs so hard that he tears the stitches Alfred gave him a few nights ago.

Orphan, whilst attempting to carry the significantly larger man back to the cave, strains her back bad enough to warrant bed-rest.

Red Robin is working on a case, and cannot patrol.

Spoiler doesn't really want to leave the comfort of her sofa.

Signal has already clocked out thank you.

So, for the first time in years, every single Bag has time off. What do you do with 8 people stuck inside? Well you play Dungeons and Dragons of course! Tim offers to run the game, with Steph helping the new players. Step 1 is to choose their classes (with guidance from Tim and Steph):

Steph: College of Eloquence Bard, Tiefling

Given she's experienced in the game, she is happy to take a support role, with emphasis on spell casting. Mainly, she likes making up insults for Vicious Mockery. Also she wants to be purple.

Jason: Oath of Vengeance Paladin, Black Dragon-Born

Jason called dibs on vengeance playing as soon as he saw it. Bruce is devastated. Jason is now playing "Bat-Boy", a Dragon-Born who moonlights as a bat-themed crime fighter and has an unnecessarily gravely voice.

Bruce: Life Domain Cleric, Human

Bruce has been mother-henning all of his injured children, leading Tim to jokingly suggest he do the same in game, which Bruce enthusiastically agreed to. This comes to a head when Bruce tries to offer a wincing Damian a healing potion rather than a painkiller.

Damian: Beastmaster Ranger, Drow

Originally drawn to playing a druid, Damian instead settled on a ranger with a panther familiar named Shadow. Tim allows him to bend the rules a little on what Shadow can and can't do, rule of cool after all. (Tim also didn't mention the Drake Master subclass, the idea scares him).

Dick: Swashbuckler Rogue, Halfling

After glancing over the Player's Handbook, Dick turned to the table and said "Tiny Pirate". Tim is pretty sure the concussion is getting to him.

Cass: Berserker Barbarian, Goliath

Steph recommended this to her, with the pitch of "hit things hard, get mad". Whenever Tim asks her to roll intimidation, she glares at him until he gives up and counts it as a nat 20. To be fair, she succeeded the intimidation check, just outside the game.

Duke: Wild Magic Sorcerer, Half-Elf

Duke, whilst not having played before, has watched shows like Critical Role and Dimension 20, so has some prior knowledge. His main goal is to become a Problem™. Tim has his own homebrew mild-magic table and system, which Duke adds to with some of his own ideas.

A notable point includes:

Tim: The door to the bedroom lies in front of you, with an ornate keyhole and brass handle.

Everyone, overlapping:

Jason: I kick down the door.

Dick: No, I'll pick the lock. Ah shit, I don't have any tools left.

Damian: I will send Shadow to find another way in.

Bruce: Can I check to see if the door is good or evil?

Duke: I'll cast guidance on Bat-Boy. A shit, wild magic time.

Steph: I'll stand on Cass's shoulders to try and peer through.

Tim: ...right. Jason, give me an unarmed attack roll. Cass, role athletics. Steph, give me a perception check, and Duke, what did you roll?

Jason: Fuck! ....nat 1

Cass: 4.

Steph: That's aaaaaaaaa 2?

Duke: 42.

Tim: So, Jason attempts to kick down the door, but bounces off, landing on Dick in the process. Steph, unable to peer through a solid fucking door, is dropped by Cass and takes.... 3 points of damage. Damian, it's a bedroom in the hallway 3 floors up, there isn't another entrance. Duke, you are now a flowerpot. Well done lads.

Bruce: Can I try to open the door?

Tim: You turn the handle, it's unlocked.

[nshi-ao3]

I'll answer these asks together! 1. I did not know that and it's amazing??? I've got to try it out now...!

2. Ardbert, dear Ardbert... ;___; HE CHOSE MERCY. HE CHOSE LOVE.......

3. Hypothetical FFXIV classes just for fun? Haha, yeah! Yeah, we've mentioned the obvious ones before: Haru as Warrior, Yusuke as Samurai (or Pictomancer? :P), Makoto as a Monk... And then Sumire would be a fantastic Red Mage, of course! Akechi and Viper works pretty well! Alternatively-- Reaper would also work! Glowing red eyes and tattered cloaks! Good for him either way, he gets to go wild!

Ann-- Oh crap, I actually forgot about Beastmaster! When are we supposed to be getting that again? I want to try it out! Anyway.... Well, the whip certainly works, but not so sure about everything else... In terms of style... I guess Dancer?? I can see her working with chakrams! Oh but I suppose Sophia would want that... HMMM... And I was thinking the same thing with Futaba and Sage hehe! It does indeed have her vibes, provides support, and she'd have a blast with it! Ryuji's a tricky one! Paladin certainly works for the reasons you described, but Morgana would totally want it! I mean, look at Zorro. ;P He wants to be a gallant little lad SO BAD... So I guess if he calls dibs on that, Ryuji can have... Gunbreaker?! In terms of both weapon and gameplay styles, Zenkichi is an excellent Dark Knight already haha!

And Joker is a Blue Mage all the way!! (and if limited classes are out-- Ninja for the daggers by default lol)

[greyplainsttrpg]

5e Villain Arc 5

You know, perhaps I've been too harsh on 5e. Something kind that I CAN say about it is that it does a great job distributing Class and Archetype Features, especially at around Level 2. The best example for this is the distribution of useful statistical improvements that proc off a bonus action (not even a full action)!"

For example, some Class and Archetypes get to use their bonus action to give themselves longstrider for an hour. Others can use their bonus action to give themselves 19 Strength for an hour. Others can use their bonus action to give themselves multi-attack for an hour. Others can use their bonus action gain a temporary pool of 4d10+12 hit points. Others can use their bonus action to cast spiderclimb and give themselves movement about equal to their base walking speed. Others can use their bonus action and spend their spellcasting in order to heal 1d8 hp per level of the spell slot. Others can use their bonus action to give them advantage on Wisdom (Perception) checks (you know, the best Skill in the game).

Wait... I'm getting a call.

"Hello? No, this isn't the number of 'D&D 5e's #1 Hater,' you've reached the number of 'I'm trying to be nicer to 5e for the purpose of this setup.' What is that you say. All the things I just described are not spread around the various Classes and Archetypes? The Druid gets all of these? JUST the Moon Druid gets these? At level 2? Now that you mention it, maybe I am D&D 5e's #1 Hater, because..."

This post is about the Moon Druid

Do you remember 5e Villain Arc 3 where I discussed in exhausting detail exactly how much shit the Beastmaster Ranger is? In summary, the problem with the Beastmaster is that the character-build shifts you character's action, the most important thing that they are going to do that round, to a weaker alternative for no real benefit. I argue in Villain Arc 3 that the reason the Beastmaster is structured this way is because the authors were concerned with 3.5-esque action-economy cheese.

And yet, the Moon Druid walks among us. Twice per a short rest, the moon druid can wild shape into a brown bear.

Twice per a short rest, the moon druid can wild shape into a brown bear.

Twice per a short rest, the moon druid can wild shape into a brown bear.

Twice per a short rest, the moon druid can wild shape into a brown bear.

Twice per a short rest, the moon druid can wild shape into a brown bear.

Twice per a short rest, the moon druid can wild shape into a brown bear.

Twice per a short rest, the moon druid can wild shape into a brown bear.

Twice per a short rest, the moon druid can wild shape into a brown bear.

T w i c e p e r a s h o r t r e s t , t h e m o o n d r u i d c a n w i l d s h a p e i n t o a b r o w n b e a r .

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[ladiemars]

I love Nor and her giant sad puppy eyes, I would love to know more about her

thank you!! have a hastily drawn nor ft. her giant sad sopping wet puppy eyes:

+ a giant nor lore dump below the cut જ⁀➴

➸ her whole character was inspired by that one textpost that’s like, “characters with both the abject terror and desperation of an animal that knows it is cornered and destined to be eaten. you just can't get that kind of angst out a successful hunter” and this quote by james harriet: “if having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.”

➸ she’s is the product of a union between a drow woman and a deep imaskari man. for those who don’t know, the deep imaskari are a human subrace (from 3e) that have stone-like skin and hair that’s white or black. because that’s nor’s human half, most people assume she’s completely drow upon meeting her, since did not inherit any features from her father that would make her look less like her drow mother.

➸ the deep imaskari live longer than other humans—up to 550 years—so nor ages at a rate more akin to drow and elves than half-elves or humans. nor believes she’s currently around seventy years old, though she could be off by a decade or two. she’s not sure when she was born and has long periods without human contact. she really isn’t sure how much time has passed.

➸ she has no given name, but eventually ended up going by the name ratcatcher, which is what the locals in baldur’s gate called her. halsin is the one who names her nor shortly after they meet, which is the elven word for “passion” and also “run.”

➸ this excerpt from one of my fics sums up her urchin/orphan to urban ranger/beastmaster pipeline pretty well:

➸ around the age of twenty, nor grew to resent humanity so much that she decided to leave baldur’s gate and live in the forest with only animals for company for half a century. (this is when she lost track of time completely.) in the forest, she became an expert in survival, attuning her ears to the slightest twitch in the air, to every noise and smell. she lived in a cave and slept curled up beside velvet on a bed of willow leaves. the events of baldur’s gate 3 is the first time in decades that she’s had social interaction.. and it shows.

➸ she has a little wolfdog companion named velvet. (i’ve drawn him and her and halsin and scratch here). he was another half-breed who didn’t quite being anywhere, so they bonded very deeply. (fun fact: velvet killed the elder brain in my first playthrough as nor. he’s a legend in faerun now.)

➸ laezel is her bestie. they are ride or die. neither of them understand a damn thing about faerun or its inhabitants. but that also means they don’t judge each other for anything, cause they both just kind of assume what the other is doing is normal

➸ a big part of her character is her dynamic with the emperor. she gets manipulated by him so bad because he tells her everything a forgotten, unloved creature wants to hear: i need you, i’ll protect you, you’re not like other people, we’re a team, you can trust me, i want you to join me, you aren’t alone. it’s not until he begins to pressure and compel her to become illithid against her will she starts to fear him and his power over her, and after certain revelations she realizes he was using her and turns on him altogether.

➸ obviously she romances halsin. i love the dynamic of beastmaster/druid. they’re extremely well suited because they’re both such inherently good people and they bond a lot over their love for nature. they are also the only two people who can really understand each other’s animalistic quirks.

i’ve written some fics with her that you can read here if you’re interested. >:3c

[biohazzard121]

So got a crazy save going on lol,

So, as you guys know from previous posts [or not], my main guy is Ti Kesh, a Wood Elf Storm Sorcerer. He doubles as my go-to Durge 99.99% of the time. But he has an alternative ego called Elijah A Wood Elf Celestial, Cleric of Selûne [in other words, it's a carbon copy, only the hair is different]

I like Half Elf Head 5 and I use it on a full Wood Elf.

Anyhoo, I've had a few saves where I've been Drow, High Elf, Tieflings, Dragonborn, etc.

So Elijah is taking centre stage [while Ti Kesh takes a break, so no Durge this time..... the Dream Guardian is Ti Kesh Half Elf edition(with a beard)] and joining him, [through a mod] is

Erebus, Lolth-Sworn Drow, Shadow Sorcerer/Cleric of Lolth Death Dominion.

Fal'on, High Elf Druid, Circle of the Moon

Kelpie, Silver Dragonborn, Beastmaster, Ranger [female version of my sons Dragonborn ranger]

De'rek, Gith, Monk, Way of the Drunken Master, Bard, Collage of Glamour, [1 of my Daughters OCs from our couch co-op]

Along with

Shadowheart, Cleric of [Shar], Trickey Dominion.

Astarion, Rogue, Arcane Trickster.

Gale, Wizard, Evocation

Wyll, Warlock, The fiend & Fighter, Champion.

Wow, the party limit mod will stretch to 16 members lol, and I still have Karlach to collect in Act 1

Gonna be fun. It's also on the advanced tactician mod so it's not too easy.

My Teifling El'rand won't unfortunately be joining the party as he shares a face with my druid currently. And neither will my Sharran Dragonborn Dúath.

Edit Note: Minthera got unfortunately taken out, with a drunken punch from De'rek....... so we are going to add a new addition in the form of a Paladin. When we reach the shadow curse lands, we've been to the underdark and rescued Halsin from the Goblins. Now we are on our way to the crèche to grab the Blood of Lathlander and pick up Lae'zel lol.

So now the troop has recruited Lae'zel against Shadowheart's wishes....... camp tensions are high, lol. With the Blood of Lathlander in hand.

We've recruited a new addition along side Lae'zel.

Gracie Royale, Paladin Oath of the Crown.

So, the team stopped to take a picture after defeating Kethric [1st fight] on the top of Moonrise Towers.

Halsin, Druid of the Moon

Jaheira, Druid of the land/Ranger Beast Master

have joined the team.

Unfortunately I forgot poor De'rek, so we'll just say he was at camp getting drunk with Withers. Lol

With Kethric fully defeated and 1 stone on hand the team get ready to head to Baldurs Gate, crossing over Chapters the team will be trimmed down to 6 members to avoid crashing in the prism [which it has done, and ended my 1st crazy Tav Run].

We are currently at 14 people. And oh boy, is it getting laggy, so it looks like now that everyone is at level 20, the party will be trimmed down to a smaller number to avoid Act 3 issues.

So our journey is coming to an end, and we've rescued Lae'zel from Orin, and we are on our way to the brain,

I've taken just 4 people to fight the brain, I found the lag when fighting Orin with 14 people was frustrating as hell, lol.

Lae'zel isn't in the last picture as it was taken before her rescue, I was going to do a finale one with her, but honestly I forgot and the 14 people picture took way too long to set up lol 😆.

Minsc & Boo Ranger Hunter/Barbarian Beserker.

So I won't be doing a run again with this many people again as I don't really think console likes more than 6 people in the party before the lagg really sets in.

So untill next time

Peace out, my fellow baldurains x

[drearygenie]

EVERGANG SQUAD 3 ROLE CALL

12 people per squad !

only comment if you made an oc you'd like you add, with race/class/pronouns! (I'l only accept ppl who comment on this post, i have no energy to find miscellaneous posts)

Rusty, Kenku Beastmaster Ranger, they/them @fielddogs

Calista Silverheart, half elf paladin, they/she @theatermoss

Pannu, goliath barbarian, she/her @spaced-out-tiger

[d-lanx]

Ultimate Beastmaster Moments: UK Perspective (aka the Wade Barrett Edition)

Ooh fancy

Wade singing Rule Britannia during the commentator introduction.

Korean comm going wild cheering on their first athlete like they’re his personal cheerleaders with full choreography.

The Mexican guy is only halfway through the course and the Mex comm is already asking where the tequila is, and the other comm is like “when he wins we can down the whole bottle!” and the guy is very happy about it.

Wade wondering if his voice is so deep because he’s taken so many clotheslines in wrestling over the years.

“I love watching the Germans fail at sport.” -Wade Barrett.

Suicidal Italian man. He starts going “bye-bye. bye-bye.” As he’s about to jump.

The Korean comm coming to the Brazilian booth to watch their athlete. And Brazilian comm being so much taller than her says he’s worried about squashing her. And that he has no idea what she’s saying.

Wade nearly kills the south Korean comm doing a chest bump.

Italian comm sneaking into the back of the French comm booth to cast spells to curse them.

Wade’s attempts at speaking French <3

The Italians only cheering the Germans because they want him to kick out the French.

The Mexican guy clearly disgusted by the beer being passed around as he flinches upon taking a sip.

The Brazilians not wanting to drink the beer because they think it’s poisoned.

Italy bullying the French for losing again.

Wade wishing that he was another 6 inches (!) taller than he already is.

UK comm sneaking into the Aussie booth to cuddle their koala and wear their hat and do shitty accents while the Aussies comms are out doing interviews.

“What a surprise, the Americans are loud.” Cuts to the USA comms chanting USA.

More Italian on French bullying.

US comm saying that “Australia and the US can agree on one thing tonight: anyone but Great Britain.” Cut to Wade saying “That’s not very nice, is it? :(”

Italian comm guy seeing athlete do a backflip and saying, “I tried that once and I died.”

UK comm asking “are we the only people laughing at this? I wonder if there’s something wrong with us?” after the German guy fucking faceplanted and died. Don’t worry UK, Mexican comms were too.

Brazilian comm saying the scared British guy looks like he was visited by the ghost of his dead grandma.

Punk giving veggie burgers to the Aussie comms.

More sneaky bullying.

UK comm gets tired of listening to Wade and physically tapes his mouth shut, and Wade ain’t happy about it.

“Americans obviously are reknowned for talking aboslute nonsense. As the Brits, we will stick to the facts.” -Wade Barrett.

Wade loving the German guy so much he gives him a special nickname: “Stormin Norman.”

The Mex comms calling all the comm teams to pay close attention to their athlete.

Wade saying, “The day I start dancing is the day Beastmaster gets taken off the air.” Well, considering Wade’s season was the last season, looks like he needs to get his boogie on.

Wade claiming David Hasselhoff will dedicate an album to the German athlete if he qualifies for the semi finals because he is also called Dave. (???)

One of the German guys was born into a cult and when he tried leaving his family disowned him, and he ended up living in a playground and homeless at the age of 12. Holy fuck.

Wade really fucking wants to visit Pie Town.

Wade whining about the slow Mexican guy. “I feel like doing down there and slapping him. I wanna go to bed! :’(“

UK comm having a crush on the Aussie guy and Wade teasing her for it, saying how eager she is for him to do his run, and how he can hear the way her heart’s fluttering at the sight of him.

“HE’S ON THE STRUGGLE BUS!” -Wade Barrett.

Changing Stormin Norman’s nickname to Falling Norman after he took his extra life to get a better score than 75 and fell off the chain and dropping his score to 15.

German comm looking at the USA guy and saying, “just in case you couldn’t tell from the flag, the USA chants, his blonde wife, and the kids, this contestant is from Bangladesh.”

The Italians busting out the megaphone siren to harass the Aussies.

Aussie comm referring to Wade as “the big fella.” :)

Wade saying during the final that he’s so nervous he’s gonna be sick and asking the other comm to hold his hair back.

[blorbologist]

Hi 👋 sorry to bother and I hope it's okay: I have a question about AooD (my brain decided to randomly scream Thoughts at me today)

Will characters fit into classic DND classes or are you planning to step away from that? I was wondering if Vex will still be a ranger/rogue or some other multiclass, like adding some paladin because of her close connection to divinity. Or maybe some other characters would have minor changes because they're living in a different age and society looks much different from what we know from VM campaign.

MORE than okay! I'm always looking to talk about this AU and poke at it more <3

I do want to broadly work with the constraints of the world; in Calamity characters still had classes, so I'll be sticking to that.

Here's where things get a lil interesting:

I'm sure you'll have noticed Trinket was not in that first chapter :)

Vex is a rogue/paladin in this AU! This was mostly inspired by Laura's responses to a question about alternative classes; she noted that she initially wanted Vex to be a rogue (but went with ranger so Liam could be rogue), and that the idea of late-campaign Vex being a paladin was pretty cool. The fact this exactly mirrors Vax's canon multiclass (bar the last level in druid) is also very intentional. ;3 However I'm letting Vex have ranged smite, because though everyone bickers that it'd be OP to allow... she's the twin of a god. Beastmaster was chronically underpowered in C1. She deserves this.

(Trinket is in the fic I repeat the boy is in the fic he's just not Vex's ranger companion!)

I'm a bit indecisive about Percy. Either he's an artificer, flavored that all his abilities are just gadgets and tinkering, or he's straight fighter like canon. He's 100% magic-free though, without any warlock abilities, and that definitely puts a chip on his shoulder in this mageocratic society. I fully intend for him to flatly call himself a diversity hire at some point. In much the same way that Cerrit has a bit of hubris for being a rogue keeping wizards in line, Percy has a lot of pride staked in doing just what these fancy mages can without any arcane abilities of his own, using SCIENCE!! to accomplish what they do. Not many people in Aeor who know him personally like him lmao.

As a hint of what's to come, most of the other characters remain the same class as canon, if potentially a different subclass or with a multiclass/different multiclass level distribution. Ex: Tary is either a pure artificer or artificer/wizard, Grog might be a zealot or giant barbarian instead of berserker... Ripley is still fighter/wizard, if an opposite split ;3

The one other major class change might be Pike, due to the lack of strong religious belief during the Age of Arcanum. Back in the day Vasselheim placed at least some importance in the divine, hence labelling attempts at ascension hearsay; see Calamity episode 1. But I don't think even they would be quite as zealous as they are in the modern day; Vespin was a mage, a titled archmage, within the city, and we don't know if Vasselheim had the amount of space devoted to temples it does now. She might be a Divine Soul Sorcerer with one level dip into Cleric, but I'll see how my Vasselheim arc shakes up.

Oh. I lied. There's one more major class difference, but it's with an NPC, and that I'll keep to myself ;3

[paradox-gaming-network]

Where has the last year gone? Probably into the 4,000 hours I’ve already invested in Once Human. I’m finally realizing something: you cannot grow as a creator if you play video games but never make content about video games. Let’s fix that this morning with some celebration news.

It is now July 2025, and Once Human is about to celebrate its first birthday. In just a little over a week, the free-to-play open-world survival game with crafting elements will mark the occasion. The developers have decided that even though it is their birthday, they will be giving away a lot of goodies, including:

11 free Lightforge Loot Crates (11 pulls)

200 Deviation Draw Pulls

A free annual limited outfit

20 additional free cosmetics

Over 20,000 Starchrom

Speaking of Starchrom, I just released videos on how to get 6-star weapon and armor blueprints. With 20k Starchrom, that process is about to get a lot easier. This is a great time to join or return to the game.

Several celebration events will also be happening, including:

Dreamland Wonder mini-games and firework shows

Dream Pop – for special Deviation Draws

Dreamland Battle – a monster-shooting game

Zephyr Riot – a racing game

Dreamy Ascent – obstacle platforming

Giant Chefosaurous Rex Capture

Check-In Rewards

Endless Dream

The Endless Dream scenario launches tomorrow. The devs are calling it “nightmare-themed,” but I will go one step further. This is Lovecraftian horror at its finest. TV screens that create a nightmarish horrorscape and try to kill you? We are finally seeing the darker side of what Once Human originally promised. This is the first PVE scenario with full map access, combining the Manibus and Way of Winter scenario maps. In this scenario, players can freely build in the Dream Zones, much like in Manibus and Prime Wars.

During Early Access for Endless Dream, 288,546 players tested the new scenario for a total of 6,836,263 combined play hours. I thought I was dedicated to this game, but that’s another level.

To read more about Endless Dream, here is the official article: https://www.oncehuman.game/news/update/20250630/40780_1243995.html

New Class System

A major feature of the game’s first anniversary is the introduction of a new class system. Starry Studio has recognized that the current Memetic Specialization System encourages min-maxed meta builds and does not support their vision for diverse playstyles.

The new system is not a traditional MMO class structure. Instead, it introduces specialized jobs to enrich character progression. The first three classes (Chef, Gardener, and Beastmaster), along with the classless Freelancer, will be available after the 3 July 2025 update.

Given how detailed these new classes are, I will cover each one in its own dedicated article. This will allow me to give them the attention they deserve and expand each into a full guide as more information becomes available.

The class system will be enabled on all non-novice servers, excluding the new PVP scenario Raid Zone. To unlock the class system on a new character, you will need to complete the tutorial. Existing characters will receive an item that lets them change their class immediately.

If you decide you do not want to select a class, the Freelancer option will be available. Freelancer has no unique abilities, but you will still receive a class-change item.

These three classes are just the beginning. Starry Studio plans to refine and balance them based on player feedback and has promised to add more classes in the future. When new classes are released, players will be issued another class-change item.

[puttingwingsonwords]

my first tav, a tiefling beastmaster ranger named Ghost. just began Act 3!

rambling about my playthrough so far below the cut, with spoilers

first of all I’m in love with this game and I’m going to play it a 1000 times

to my surprise I romanced Gale, it just felt right bc Ghost has the sage background and is a bit of a nerd deep down, so yeah they are basically the bad bitch Gale pulled by being autistic. I also became best friends with Astarion though and that was so sweet 🥹

I just became half-illithid through a failed wisdom save so that’s fun (I’m scared). I suspected that dream guardian was a mindflayer!

my one regret this playthrough is that I accidentally killed Minthara :( better luck next time I guess. I also had a really messed up bug in the Last Light Inn where I thought I saved Isobel but she just stayed unconscious and then everyone there died when I left 🫠 but I only noticed hours of gameplay later so yeah. again, better luck next time

I’m also playing a duergar circle of spores druid in a game with my brothers, and a dragonborn oath of the ancients paladin with my partner. I’m going to try to romance Astarion as the paladin bc I think it’ll be fun. I also already have my next solo tav planned lmao, it’ll be a nonbinary lesbian tiefling bard character I came up with ages ago. Might call them Sappho and have them romance Karlach.

[anoras]

a ranger & folk hero. dragonslayer. made a deal with a Being (vecna-type guy) for the knowledge of how to slay a particular ancient dragon in exchange for her loyalty/soul. she renegged on the deal after getting the information, as she refused to forsake lathander. Being cursed her with a wasting sickness with supposedly no cure, and she was in BG following a lead on it. tadpole is keeping the sickness at bay. despite her refusal to forsake lathander, he abandoned her as she had still made the deal.

companion quest step 1 is at rosymorn, where once it is cleared of gith she can reaffirm her dedication to lathander (receiving the longbow dawnbreaker) or deside to fully forsake him and call upon the Being to become his champion (receiving the longbow nox infinitus). if not pushed otherwise, she chooses lathander. no matter what she will be given a clue toward a cure for her curse.

step 2 is in BG proper. mystic carrion has the cure. successful CHA rolls in dialog OR following the rest of his quest and killing him will allow you to find the information that the cure requires a ritual and a new vessel for the curse to inhabit. if lathander route was followed, he will provide a vessel (in the form of a Literal Vessel. a box), which angers the Being. fight ensues with the Being and when it's over the ritual can be performes, curing tegan. throw the box into the sea or whatever. if Being route was followed, the vessel will have to take the form of another person. even as the being's champion tegan doesnt like this. high persuasion to get her to agree. then a nonhostile npc must be lured to mystic carrion's shop for the ritual to be performed. the npc will die soon after the ritual is complete.

approval from helping people and general good deeds, going out of one's way to learn new things (ie; asking lots of questions abt new cultures you meet, reading lots of books), being nice to animals. approves of pc sleeping with npcs.

disapproval from unnecessary cruelty, necromancy/the undead (ie; reading necromancy of thay, allowing the spawn to live after ending cazador's ritual, raising mayrina's dead husband)

will disapprove of raiding the grove, but will stay with you with high enough approval/good persuasion rolls

by default; beastmaster ranger. autoselects and locks the subclass if not respecced through withers. companion is always a bear named svir. (unlike normal bear ranger companions; slightly higher hp, ac, has the help action, more movement)

found on the risen road just north of the blighted village and west of the gnolls, near waukeen's rest

romanceable. is happy to just be fwb and for the pc to sleep around, until the romance is locked in in act 2. is happy to be poly with shadowheart, halsin, wyll (though it's one sided as wyll is not poly in vanilla), and possibility astarion. expresses some relief if broken up with early on; noticable anxiety around commitment. very much a sex first, relationship (and more sex) later kind of romance. confident and take charge, but will relinquish control if asked. will talk about her scars if asked. later on in the romance will confide that she cannot have children thanks to an injury.

will note something she finds attractive about each companion in party banter :)

expresses deep sorrow and empathy for wyll being trapped in his pact. similarly regarding shadowheart being trapped by shar, especially after act 3 information reveal.

furious with mystra on gale's behalf; she knows intimately what it's like to be cursed and forsaken by a god.

does not feel any ill will toward lae'zel for the gith having taken over rosymorn. knows it had nothing to do with her "and anyway; they're gone now. the temple can be rebuilt. a temple is just stones, it's the people who make it matter - and now those people can return." expresses pride if lae'zel turns from vlaakith AND if she is firm in her belief. just likes to see the confidence i guess.

strongly disapproves of the idea of astarion ascending. however is strangely fascinated by his whole... schtick. curious about what it would be like to be bitten, and very openly invites him to her tent to "have a taste. just don't take too much, I'm limited edition"

very afraid for karlach's safety and survival. understands what it's like to have a time limit and no options.

intriuged by minthara.

will actively flirt with halsin

thinks jahiera and minsc are just the bee's knees.

endings:

good end: free from her curse and rededicated to lathander, she decides to start work bringing people back to rosymorn and rebuilding. if romanced, she asks you to come with her.

mid end: free from her curse, but dedicated champion of the being, she vows to leave the city to limit the amount of damage he will be able to make her do. she's angry at the world, and frankly, also at you. if romanced, she will end the romance.

cursed end (lathander): though still cursed, she is at least happy in the knowledge that she will go to the morninglord's arms when it takes her. she will leave the docks to hopefully return to rosymorn before she dies. if romanced, she will spend a final night with you before going.

worst end: still cursed, and with her soul now owned by the being, she will leave the docks with little more than a cursory farewell. she's angry, bitter, and hopeless; how could you do this to someone that trusted you? if romanced, she will barely spare you a second glance, merely saying that she was sorry to have ever loved you, and leaving you with the question of if you ever really cared about her.

hmmmm.... companion au for tegan. what if.

[kitsumidori]

Another borderlands sketch dump.

Putting it under the cut because of slight blood warning, nothing too gruesome though

1.) The main contribution factor is that I've recently gotten Pokemon Violet and for the past few weeks I've been playing though, finishing the main story arcs, and completing the pokedex.

Why Fl4k with a Clodsier? Well it was originally going to be Fl4k with a Magneton since I have a shiny Magneton named after Fl4k, but I thought this was cuter.

2.) I've mentioned before that Jack wanted to implant an echo eye on Angel, but her body rejected it and Jack never removed it.

This is when the raiders found out about the eye, which made Lilith's silent rage so loud, a flock of rak's flew off.

4.) Probably the oldest doodle here.

Even though I really don't like Ava, I'll defend her this one time and lay the blame on ratboy the false siren.

If you want to get mad at someone, get mad at Troy for actually killing her (and the bl3 writers for thinking this is a good idea)

4.) This was funnier in my head.

The best way I can describe any context to this is that he lost a bet and one of his teammates (mainly Moze) forced him to stand in the streets of Prometheus while wearing an old and crusty shirt that Mr. Chew found, ate and threw up.

The shirt is supposed to say "I use crowded trains to sniff women" and was found on a twitter account that shows t-shirts that have "threatening aura's". I was originally going to draw Nick (L4D2) in that shirt, but I thought Zane would be funnier? Maybe?? IDK. I might do a second version with Nick instead some day.

[spark-circuit]

Fl4k but their Class Mods are all replaced by Beanie Babies