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I'm interested in trying out blue rose/fantasy AGE games. Is that AGE discord still around? The link in your old post is dead.

I left the server a while back & turned it over to someone else. If it’s still active, you would have to look for the name.

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My personal headcanons:  the Champions, Link’s sister Aryll & Rhoam are revived; Urbosa marries Buliara  & officially adopts Riju as her daughter (since she’s her great-times something granddaughter); Daruk raises Yunobo as his own son; Gerudo stop aging at 20, until they find their S/O.  At that point, they begin aging again; Mipha marries Aryll & lives with her in Zora’s Domain, where they adopt a Hylian & Zoran child each; Sidon dates & marries Baz.  Dorphean approves wholeheartedly of his children’s choices, since he only cares that they’re happy; Zelda & Rhoam patch their relationship & Zelda asks Bolson to work on a way to reach the Great Plateau, while he rebuilds the castle & Castletown; Link & Zelda marry & have children.  Their oldest, Caelan, is a mute who marries Riju when he’s older.  They adopt an abandoned Twili baby they name Midna & have a daughter of their own they name Astrid.  Revali is accepted into Teba’s family & eventually marries & starts a family of his own, while accepting Tulin as his nephew.  He & Link become good friends, but neither stops snarking at each other.  Caelan takes over the role of Hylian Champion from Link, accepting the Master Sword while his sister Ellie takes the throne from Zelda.

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Lately, I’ve been joining & leaving fandoms of various kinds on social media, due to toxicity & being brownbeaten because my view of the world doesn’t match some SWJ snowflake.

The whole point of fandom is to enjoy the fucking thing we’re all fans of. It is NOT to sit there & browbeat someone because their headcanon or view of the series doesn’t match yours. No one’s view will match yours perfectly, no matter how much you want it to. Going after someone who shared a headcanon of a series or fandom that doesn’t perfectly match yours or the series canon doesn’t make you superior. It makes you a fucking dick & a piece of shit loser. If you don’t like how someone wrote their fanfic of the series, move the goddamn hell on. No one stuck a weapon to your body & forced your eyeballs to be on the screen. And if someone is sharing a headcanon idea that you don’t like, same thing. Get over it, snowflake, & move on with your life.

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The Nexus Welcomes You

The Nexus has opened wide & shown a multiverse of games!

AGE Nexus is a Discord server, open to all. All AGE games are found on there. From the fantastical Dragon Age, Fantasy Age & Modern Age, to the superheroic brawls of Mutants & Masterminds, to the infinite space of The Expanse. All are welcome to join. If we don't have an AGE game you play, reach out to us. We might be able to add it on for you.

https://discord.gg/9kCT2fxUVN

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Using Their Head

I played Sub Rosa (a CCC AL module) at Strategicon back in September. At one point, my Paladin/Warlock stumbles into a room full of mercenaries. The DM decided to try & have him killed, so one of the 15 mercenaries pointed to a trapped 3” thick stone door.

Merc: Jacoby is trapped in that room!

Blaze (Paladin/Warlock): Jacoby Shaddix is trapped in that room?! (Jacoby Shaddix is the lead singer for Papa Roach)

Blaze (grabs a nearby merc & holds him like a battering ram): Gangway!

DM: Okay, give me an attack roll.

Nat 20

DM (after long stare): You shatter the door with 1 hit. You also shatter the merc’s skull. 14 other mercs suddenly decide to go back to the other side of the room, as far away from the psycho who killed their friend as they can get.

Me: Well, that’s using your head!

Collective groan from the table

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in addition to the fact that people just have different natural rhythms, a big reason why we can’t seem to go to bed as early as we “should” is that nighttime is, for many of us, our safest and most fulfilling time of day. we don’t have to work, we won’t be contacted by bosses or insurance companies or collection agencies or other suffocating life business… we’re likely only to be contacted by our friends, or by no one at all. night time is release; it’s ours. we can rest or recreate. we can do things we actually want to do. who would choose to cut that short?? just to usher in the next morning when our lives are not our own again? nighttime is precious and nothing could be more normal than the desire to embrace this

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I haven’t personally run into this in many many years but I saw a post that touched on it today, so PSA: Don’t ever, not ever, ever ever tell someone “we need to talk” or any variation thereof without also telling them exactly what the talk is about right away. Do not ever leave it a mystery, no matter what it is, for any reason. Because maybe you think leaving an unexplained “YOU AND I MUST DISCUSS SOMETHING LATER” is a normal adult thing, but to other people, it’s a phrase they associate with break-ups, firings, family deaths, terminal disease, finding out their house burned down while they’re at work, every fucking nightmare you can imagine. Even if someone has no traumatic experience associated with the phrase it can still be pure agony to not know what the hell this mystery-talk is going to be about. They’ll have no idea how bad of a thing it is and that can grind all of their plans to a complete halt. To be honest, I thought this was all so obvious, I figured people only did it to deliberately be mean or disrespectful, but I saw a lot of people saying they never thought of this at all. I find that baffling but if you really somehow didn’t realize how harrowing or at least very annoying this is to most people, you hopefully do now. CONTEXT UP FRONT AND FIRST THING, ALWAYS, NO MATTER WHAT, OR YOU ARE A JACKASS.

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So, I took my little puppies outside today for the first time and they’re so unbelievably brave while simultaneously being the biggest morons I’ve ever seen. I’ve decided to name every one of them Jaime Lannister.

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Rich people showers

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All I wanna do, is see you turn into a Shiny Woman

[Print here]

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You are stronger than you believe. You have greater powers than you know.

Wonder Woman (2017) dir. Patty Jenkins

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Carol and Maria in Captain Marvel (2019)

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You won’t be empty handed. I’m sending you with a message. Tell the Supreme Intelligence that I’m coming to end it. The war, the lies, all of it.

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Nothing? NOTHING? Nothing, tra la la?

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Accepting Defeat

Season 7

If there was one thing they’d learned in their years at the 12th, it was to duck and cover if Kate Beckett walked out of the elevator with a scowl on her face. And this particular scowl was aimed at her husband. 

Castle looked entirely too pleased with himself as he followed her out of the elevator. Espo nudged Ryan, making sure his partner had noticed their friends arrival. They watched as she strode to her desk, debating for a second whether she was going to sit. She glared at Castle as she removed her coat, slung it on the back of the chair and dropped into her seat, firing up her emails and searching for files on her desk.

There she sat in a hideous Christmas sweater, adorned with presents, a bow and a little glitter. It was so unlike anything Beckett would ever wear, especially to work. They watched as Castle bit the inside of his cheek and swept his gaze over the clearly irritated figure of his wife. His amusement was clear.

They’d bet on something. And Beckett had lost. Cause there is no way their friend would wear something like that. They’d have to corner Castle in the break room later and find out what the deal was but for now they were going to have a little fun.

“Hey Castles!” Ryan called, gathering the bank account papers he’d been looking through this morning and trying to hide his grin. He cleared his throat and approached the murder board with updates for them. Beckett hadn’t moved her attention to the board yet and Ryan seized his opportunity. “Hey Beckett, we require your presents.” Ryan called. She wasn’t amused, fixing him with a look but Esposito stepped up and started to tell her and Castle that the bank accounts and phone records were a bust so far.

“Okay, keep searching,” Beckett told them. “Castle and I will talk to the family.”

“Oh, that’s not all,” Espo told her, flicking through the folder in his hand.“Yeah, it would be a treat to us if you would have a look at this.”

Beckett rolled her eyes but took the photo from him. 

“This is just like the van our witness remembered being parked outside the apartment,” Beckett noted, handing the photo to her husband to peruse.

“Yeah, that statement was a real gift,” Ryan teased.

“Could be the key to unwrapping this case,” Espo joined in.

“I will remember this,” Beckett promised them. “And I will get you back,” she threatened Castle who was purposely keeping his mouth closed but gave Ryan and Espo a thumbs up when Beckett turned back to the board. “Okay, you guys track down that van. That could be our best bet. I’ll show this to the wife and see if she recognises it.” 

Before anything more could be said Captain Gates walked into the bullpen. “Morning Detectives. Where are we with leads?”

Beckett, Ryan and Esposito brought Gates up to speed. 

“Follow this and keep me updated,” Gates told them. The team nodded. Gates turned to Beckett, nodding “Tie this up in a bow, Detective,” Gates added as she went back into her office.

Esposito, Ryan and Castle tried not to look at each other as they held in their laughter. Beckett took a deep breath, not looking at any of them. “I will hurt the first person to laugh.”

She grabbed her coat, pulling it over her sweater and headed out to interview the victim’s family. Castle turned to the boys, eager to feed the birds and then he ran after his wife who was leaving for their victims office without him.