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The “oh I could definitely write this fanfic in under 5000 words and it really wouldn’t take me that long” voice in your head is actually the devil speaking

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spent my morning typing out a youtube comment that exceeded the 10k character limit in response to being asked the simple question "how did you enhance the brides and rahadins roles in the module?". 🥴. im going to eat lunch now.

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dnd paladin character concept: a knight raised alongside a magic user, who loves his friend, considers them family — but the magic user through a twist of fate ascends to godhood, vanishing from normal human life. so the knight swears fealty to the fledgling god so he can have some connection to them even still & the god who loves him dearly in return blesses him with gifts and divine powers as a way to reach back toward him, back toward earth. this paladin’s vows are easy to keep, like second nature… and prayer is both automatic and personal

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your honor, they're on a little impromptu date

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Marileina and Arabelle, weird besties, accept Vasilka into their friend group immediately! She can sit with them, but her boyfriend can't. He's weird.

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Izek has an open invitation to spend time at Imrath's shitty one bedroom apartment in town, and they end up having cramped sleepovers.

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I'm gonna have to recontextualize these guys in this AU but it's safe to assume that Vasilka's getting emancipated and The Abbot is going to jail.

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I love Imrath as a dragonborn more than life, but I do get tired of contending with that anatomy, so human!AU it is! I'll make a link to it somewhere lol

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There is something so beautiful about reaching out to the monstrous with intent to touch it gently. To risk the sharp teeth and the lethal claws, to defy fear and revulsion, and choose to be delicate with something that can be, and often is, incredibly brutal.

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Royal Family Portrait!

Fuck Strahd, the new dynasty will rule under the name of one of the only good fathers any of these kids had.

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collection of posts for a very specific dynamic

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When have I ever since the first instant I touched you pretended to be anything less than in love with you?

Prince Henry - Red, White, and Royal Blue

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If my boys were human, they'd be secret jocks - never playing for their school teams, but DEEPLY competitive for their YMCA/church team sports.

Nyerg (left) would still be aiming for pharmacology school, and Imrath (left) would still be vying for top of the class in law school, but under their formal clothes they're covered in bruises and grass stains.

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One day I'll draw it or write it in excruciating detail or something but I always wanted Imrath to get scary.

I wanted him to be forced, by his oath, to hand down a death sentence on someone he'd like to spare, someone he personally wants to help be better, but whose sins are too great, who has already wasted their second or third chances, and cannot be left.

I wanted him to start his speech in his own voice, but to be taken over by the awesome power of a god who lays down impartial, but vicious, sentences. I wanted his friends, his loved ones, to see the fumbling young man with a bleeding heart for everyone they meet to stand ramrod straight, tail unmoving, sword arm unshaking, unnaturally still, as his voice speaks and is echoed by more. I wanted the voices to be that of his god's forms: the deep, honeyed voice of a fair judge speaking clearly to be heard, the ringing, delicate voice of a woman in a gown that doesn't tarnish, accompanied by the whooping of a troop of hyena ready to rend the unworthy to pieces.

I wanted him to break out for a moment, to beg, in his own, suddenly small, breaking tongue for mercy, but to be pulled back, balanced, even scales, as he swings the executioner's blade.

I wanted him to come out of it crying. The holy light fades from his eyes, the fire dies back down in his chest, and he stands, blood dripping, the body making its visceral noises, and cries for the soul that has been reaped. I wanted him to ask his friends to help him in the most broken voice, and for him to refuse to leave the body. That he will prepare it, will bless it, will bury it proper.

And I wanted him to lay down sentences on people who are deeply, unabashedly deserving of his wrath. I wanted, occasionally, for people to recognize that while he's kind and loving and gentle with most of them, that he is a beast with claws and teeth and an appetite for blood and meat.

It would have been nice, since having a party with Wixen and Izek meant that, somehow, the dragonborn was the diplomatic, soft one, if Imrath had had the chance to lose his patience with someone, for someone to overstep just enough that he drop pretenses. I wanted someone to look up from a handshake with a just man and see the face of a fire-breathing monster.

I wanted NPCs to recoil from Wixen's shifted, monstrous maw full of teeth and notice that the nice man beside them has the same. I wanted someone to fear Izek for his arm with claws and scales and fire, and notice, perhaps when Imrath reaches out to hold that hand, that they match.

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@doctor-bus​ okay so I think they dance in one of THREE ways depending on circumstance. 

The first is my personal favorite: folksy street dances, with lots of place-switching and hand configurations, maybe a dip, but mostly going along with the crowd in a human way. This one is pure fun, like their first clumsy dance, and matches the crowds well. It doesn’t call attention to them.

The second is sexier (think, Sway - Michael Bublé) and very much in the style of Imrath’s people - more like a really fun courtship dance, lots of touching and grabbing and arms and legs and being a unit like a salsa/tango kind thing. This one is about being seen and showing off your lover and having fun being smug about it. I imagine Izek doesn’t move as much in this one as he should, but he does great with the gripping and supporting. 

The third is a specific kind of mix that is slower than both. LIKE a slow dance but make it equal parts these-two-people-are-lost-in-each-other and predators-circling-each-other. If it were anyone else it would be the perfect kind of dance for when enemies are dancing and threatening each other, sexily, but Izek is loyal to a fault, easily embarrassed by affection, and Imrath is openly smitten and looks at him like he hung the stars, so they mostly chat about normal things.

So I've got this vague idea that once the dust truly settles and Mari is getting ready to assume the throne, they hold a gala as Marileina's and New Barovia's official debut onto the world stage.

It takes years to be ready, and of course they've already met several of their neighbors and have been running things just fine, but I doubt Mari would turn down a lavish party in her honor and of course both her brothers have to be there and of course Izek hates being gawked at and forced to mingle. Ugh.

Dw. Imrath loves it.

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Once upon a time, the girls get kidnapped or trapped or something by one of the evil cults in their region - Imrath and Nyerg figure it out first, roaming around their usual haunts looking for them, so the first thing Imrath does is gear himself up in as much of a disguise as he can and marches his tail straight into danger after his sisters.

Nyerg is objectiely correct, but our boy isn't thinking, he's about to make his race proud.

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So I've got this vague idea that once the dust truly settles and Mari is getting ready to assume the throne, they hold a gala as Marileina's and New Barovia's official debut onto the world stage.

It takes years to be ready, and of course they've already met several of their neighbors and have been running things just fine, but I doubt Mari would turn down a lavish party in her honor and of course both her brothers have to be there and of course Izek hates being gawked at and forced to mingle. Ugh.

Dw. Imrath loves it.