origins only for now. minthara, jaheira, minsc, & halsin might come in a later poll.
vote with your heart, your pussy, your whatever, but be nice about this. if you put 'ewww het' etc. in the tags i'm blocking you. none of these characters are het <3
I've finally started to outline the chapters of my teen wolf fic! Its going to end up pretty long (I'm at 11 chapters and not even halfway done) but hopefully I'll be able to post the first chapter soon! Or at least a teaser!
Kudos to @ladyluscinia for being an amazing co-author!
remember when buffy the vampire slayer made it canon that if you're too unpopular in high school you turn invisible. and that the fbi is recruiting these invisible children to train as assassins. and then it just never comes up again
women should lift weights because it prevents osteoporosis in old age and makes you a more capable person in everyday life please shut up about butts and waists and hourglasses i'm going to fucking kill
First base is violence second base is convoluted codependence third base is applying pressure to the vulnerable parts of their body to keep their entrails from spilling out
Been sorta reminding myself over the past few months how much I enjoy RPGs and thinking through character choices.
I'm definitely someone who works backwards - deciding the kind of decisions I want to make (either specific choices if I know them or just vibes) and gameplay elements I want to focus on, and then coming up with a character who would make sense to connect it all together. And it's always fun to throw a wrench somewhere in the race + class + faction/alignment-style decisions that adds an apparent contradiction to work around.
"You sent me out there to kill a baby and open those doors. Whose baby didn’t matter on my end. Do you know, I gave that thing a nickname, my whole pregnancy? I used to call it Bomb.”
Wake: me!
Photo: @wyyrdplayy w/ fog machine assist by @cassylvan
i'm keeping you in the time loop. it's the only way i know how to keep you safe. trapping you here, in the last day that you're alive, ignorant of what's to come as the sun sets. i dread each minute, a countdown to the end, but live in relief as all the blood washes away, all the would-be scars fade, and the tears dry before they have a chance to fall. but the memory of you dying in my arms remains, and so i'm keeping you in the time loop