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ACCIDENTAL NPC

I see a lot of you loved my post about my accidental NPC Pericles Minakos, so here’s the little newsletter / information document I made about him. He’s a very interesting dude, I must say. He knows the muse of history and it’s quite possible they have... history. So if you ever want to use Pericles for a campaign, feel free!

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Accidental NPC

So I accidentally made an NPC in my current campaign. You may be asking: how do you accidentally make an NPC? Well.. I started writing “newsletters” based on the chaotic shenanigans that were taking place in the world. Now, my character wasn’t the one writing them. Instead, I came up with a fake scribe / author for these newsletters. It kinda just went from there and now we have Pericles Minakos: all knowing scribe of Thebes. 

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DnD Chaos

So... I decided (as my character Nephelise) that I wanted to look for birds that I could domesticate and keep with me in order to use my Animal Messenger spell for shenanigans and things...

DM: *rolls d100* The dice have decided chaos today (it was an 100)

Me: Uh Oh

DM: So you’re in the woods looking for birds and you come upon this huge griffin. They seem to be very angry and hostile towards you since you came upon their land.

Me: Uh can I try to calm down the animal and use my animal handling to see if I can approach it?

DM: Sure.

Me: *rolls a 26* Oh sweet

DM: You manage to get the griffin to calm down a bit but it seems as if they’re a momma griffin protecting their clutch of eggs.

Me: Are there any animals that would be predators nearby.

DM: Well there’s Blu you’re hippokampi that follows you.

Me: Okay then I’ll send Blu back a bit.

DM: Well you do that and the griffin is still angy.

Me: *jokingly says I’ll seduce the griffin*

DM: If you seduce the griffin I WILL make you multiclass into bard.

Me: I’m kidding. Can I convince this griffin to give me the egg?

DM: The only way you’re gettin those eggs now is by fighting.

I proceed to cause chaos with 2 other party members and we manage to beat up momma / daddy griffin and take eggs with us. I am badly wounded from the fight cause griffins be strong and I be very squishy. We return to the rest of the party bloodied and hands full of eggs and set off for Thebes.

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The Pick Me Girl of DnD

My character Nephelise is a siren druid who seems kind of like a “pick me girl”... okay maybe she is. 

Context: I was in olympus with another PC character and I told the Gods they should fight over who gets to put me through their trial so I can get my blessing.

Me: What if, instead of me picking who I want first, you all fight it out? I feel as if you would all feel disrespected if you weren’t picked first and I wouldn’t want that.

Other PC: Get a load of this girl *to Hera*

Hera: I know right?

The Gods: Uhhhhhh (basically)

Dionysus: Yeah alright kid, you want to feel special? I gotchu.

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DnD Oneshot

Context: We were playing a Norse inspired oneshot where some of us were hardened warriors returning to their village expecting a feast but getting something entirely different AKA Ragnarok.

I played a skald-type character as a bard nicknamed Synn who was Saga, the Norse goddess of history, in disguise.

DM: The large figure swimming under your boat is the midgard serpent.

Me: Oh not this guy again.

DM: He luckily doesn’t see you guys.

Me: I was supposed to write a song for him you know. But the dude is so boring! All he does is eat and sleep. What am I supposed to do, write a song about how the midgard serpent sleeps? Who wants to hear that? *starts singing*

The midgard serpent does stuff and things

He likes to sleep but mostly eat!

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DnD Adventures

Background: We’re currently in hell and crossing a bridge full of skeletal fisherman that are catching lost souls (aka the fish).

Melitta: What if they’re all secretly winking at you

DM: You wouldn’t know, they’re skeletons so it looks like they’re just staring at you.

Me: Can I roll to find out if they are winking at me?

DM: Yeah sure roll for insight

Me: *rolls a nat 20*

DM: As you’re passing by these skeletal figures, one of them (Mr. Grey the Soul  Capturer) notices you passing by and their jaw is detached from the rest of their face.

Me: Oh no I literally made their jaw drop.

DM: He whispers to his friend “She’s a siren! I should go talk to her.”

Me: Wait a minute just because I flirt with most things doesn’t mean I’ll flirt with a skeleton.

The entire party: Yes it does.

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Opposite but Equal

There are things in this world,

Things that don’t quite agree

But they’re what people say,

“Opposite, but equal”

Light and dark,

Day and night,

Highlights and shadows,

Opposite, but equal

Light is what brings order,

It allows us to see the truth

It allows us to see the mistakes

It allows us to keep things in line

Darkness is what brings chaos,

For we cannot see the truth and discern lies

It hides our ugly mistakes in its shadows

And draws us from our path

Though darkness tempts us

And light saves us,

One cannot exist without the other

They are opposite, they are equal

Though darkness haunts us,

And light honors us,

One needs the other,

Opposite, but equal.

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Cute ghost drawing I did a long time ago. 

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May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨

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Return

When you return, will you think anyone remembers you? In my case, probably not. 

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Return

Hey everyone! I know I keep disappearing but life keeps throwing things at me and it’s hard to stay updated on tumblr. I no longer have the app on my phone, so that is why I am not on as much as I used to be. But I do have multiple ways you can contact me VIA steam, PlayStation, Instagram, Kik, and Snapchat. If you are a mutual friend or someone who wants into my daily life, shoot me a message. Again, I am sorry for not being consistent. I am trying to decide what I want to do with my tumblr. Maybe make it a ranting blog or something to showcase my writing when I get to work on my book again. Thanks to those who have stuck around and still follow me. There will be posts in the future. I already have a topic for one. 

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Here are some examples of art that I have done over this and last year. If you are interested, please DM me. If enough people want a commission, I would be more than happy to set up an Etsy. 

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This guy lives in my town oml I want to meet him :O

When you get your hair cut by a black barber for the first time 😭😂

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The Ideal of Beauty

Recently, I changed my picture on steam to a girl who seems close to perfect in some points of view. Now, most people have seen what I look like or at least know what I look like: blonde hair, blue eyes, brownish colored eyebrows. This girl has brown eyes, brown eyebrows, and dyed white hair. I got a message from a close friend saying: Is that you? You’re so pretty!

When asked a question like this, dependent on whatever your profile is, it must decrease your self-esteem, right? Well, for me, it did. Being compared to somebody is like being asked to change who you are to be geared towards looking like that person somebody just called pretty/hot.

When I approached this subject to said friend, they didn’t know how to respond. It was like I had spoken a different language and they were lost in translation. Instantly I knew I had to back out of that friendship.

The ideal of beauty is such a wide variety, we can’t exactly give one specific example of what it is. The ideal of beauty is such a hurtful thing for those who have no choice but to live in the body they were born in. Sure we can get plastic surgery, cosmetics, makeup, foundation, etc. to look like that person, but we will still be ourselves.

The ideal of beauty is in our culture, whether it be in males or females. It is prominent in both. We have such high expectations of what the average human looks like, we forget that there is no way to achieve perfection.

The ideal of beauty is that you have to be a certain height, hair color, eye color, skin color, makeup artist, hair stylist in order to be labeled even close to “pretty”.

Well, everyone, I have some advice:

Find somebody that has one ideal of beauty: you. Find somebody that when you ask them if someone is hot, they say yes but add “you’re more hot that that person can ever be.” Find somebody that seeks the stars in your eyes, that ignores the mountains of acne that covers you, and seeks you personality beyond anything. Find somebody that doesn’t have an ideal of beauty that you can’t achieve. 

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Omegle Singing?

So, I was toying around about goin on omegle and actully- live- singing for you guys. The songs i have already posted on youtube, or some new ones that im coming up with. Anywho, what do ya’ll think?

PS: Please boost this! I want people to explore the world of music with me cx

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Scene Idea For Book

He held her ashes, in the color of a jar she knew she loved. And his tears, his tears couldn’t stop for a minute. He clutched the jar to his chest, utter pain and despair breaking away within him. And for the first time, he felt utterly alone. Gwyn. His son. He had them, of course, but without his soulmate he was nothing.

“Stelos?” Gwyn called out to him, reaching out a hand to put on his shoulder but he moved away, the mere whisper of the touch burning him as if he was branded by a hot iron.

“I loved her.” He breathed, the tears streaming down his face like the niagra falls. “She made me want to live. Breathe. Keep my heart beating. She made me want to survive all those years as a Reaper, and keep our son hidden from that evil man.” He shook his head, the wind carrying away his tears. “She was my soul. She kept me intact even when the demons threatened to tear me apart.”

“Dad-” His son started to say, but kept quiet. He hadn’t known Stelos his whole life as he should have. He wouldn’t have known that Stelos made so many sacrifices to keep his family alive and together. And Stelos failed.

Stelos held out the jar over the City of Light, a place his love would’ve wanted to see someday. “I can’t live without her. I can’t even begin to fathom eternity without her at my side.” He clutched her wedding ring in his hand, along with the locket that had his picture in it. He looked at Demetrius, pouring the locket into his hand and pressing the wedding ring. “Keep them safe for me.”

“Stelos. Don’t do this-”

“You’d understand. You can’t live without Gwyn. I protected her because I felt the same about my other half. And now that she’s gone, I must join her. My vows were promises. And you both know as well I keep my promises.” He smiled softly at his son, pain in his eyes. “Take care of my son for me.”

“Dad!” His son yelled out. It was too late. Stelos, along with the urn full of the ashes of his loved one, fell off the side of the tall building that went down for ages. Reapers couldn’t die, that was Hades’ creed. But, somehow, if a Reaper chose to die, their life was in their hands like the lives they have taken before. 

And with a gush of wind, two different colors of ashes swirled up, becoming one. Stelos and his lover were together, like they always were meant to be. 

“She wore her hair in the way she knew I loved it.” Stelos’ voice whispered from the great beyond, and we knew he was home at last. 

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Look who went and became a musical talent @cassieann33