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[philivista]

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[nah-id-pluh]

Stayed up late to work on my DND character because I am stupid 😞

[leolovesthings]

a story of a very annoying and untalented bard

[lemonthesh4rk]

Have you noticed who's NOT in the Misadventures crypts?

Okay so I know we've all been crying and mourning the canonized deaths of all the emperors in empires smp, but have you noticed that like, not everyone is there??

Here's a list of all the ppl in the crypts (as far as I've seen there could be more and i could be forgetting a few)

Pearl s1 - "The Goddess"

Fwhip s1 - "The Tinkerer"

Fwhip s2 - "The Goblin"

Gem s1 - "The Wizard"

Gem s2 - "The Dawn Princess"

Jimmy s1 - "The Codfish Boy"

Jimmy s2 - "The Sheriff"

Shubble s1 - "The Gnome"

Shubble s2 - "The Witch of Evermore"

Katherine s1 - "The Sheep Queen"

Ren for some reason??? - "The Red King"

Katherine s1 - "The Sheep Queen"

Joey s1 - "Ruler of the Lost Empire"

Joey s2 - "The Pirate King"

Pix s1 - "The King of Copper"

Pix s2 - "The Archeologist"

Joel s1 - "The Mezalean King"

Joel s2 - "The God of Thunder"

Lizzie s1 - "The Queen of the Ocean"

Lizzie s2 - "The Mayor of Animailia"

Scott s1 - "The Elvish Emperor"

Oli s2 - "The Bard"

Now this is probably just because Sausage (since he made it) had limited space or he was just picking emperors that were played by people participating in Misadventures as a fun little easter egg for them

BUT IN THE LORE-

Okay before I start to ramble I want to clarify some more things, the list above is just a list of people who had names on their crypts/were named in their "boss" battle (those being Shubble s1, Katherine s1, and Joey s2, as ppl who became individual bosses/enemies for the person running the crypt to fight). That being said, there is also a phase in the crypt where you have to kill several skeleton sheep, and in his episode Sausage refers the them as Blood Sheep, there is also a larger tomb labeled "The King", where the players can bring raw gold to get more dungeon loot. I'm going to infer through these two references that Sausage s1 aka the Mythland King is also in the Crypt.

Also Pearl s1, Gem s1, and Fwhip s1 all had their tombs in the same room as the "The King"'s crypt, so that is probably a room dedicated to the Wither Rose Alliance, further proving that Mythland Sausage is probably "The King".

Although she does not have a labeled tomb, False from s2 is also likely buried in the crypt, as by looking at Lizzie's mc skin history she has several recent skins with skull heads, likely used as decoration for the dungeon, one of which has False's goggles on it. (in case you're curious the other skull skins were Oli s2 (had his hat), Pix s1 (had his crown), Joey s2 (had his hat), and a 4th one that has some sort of markings on the side which i'm choosing to interpret as axolotl gills for Lizzie s1 although it's not quite clear)

Okay future me here she does have a labeled tomb it's called "Emperor of Cogsmeade" it just hadn't been shown in any of the youtube povs I watched

There is also another few crypts, those being "The Withered Man", "The Vampire", "The Protector" (which might be katherine s2?), and "The Warrior" (and the Warrior's Companion so I don't think that's Katherine as she didn't really have a dog)

So here's the list of emperors who were NOT in the crypts based on everything we've gathered;

Katherine s2

Scott s2

Sausage s2

The majority of this list is s2, which makes some sense

But I think that raises another question

How are Pearl and Sausage from s1 in the Misadventures crypts?

Pix in s2 discovered their tombs in the catacombs in empires s2

It's very possible that they were moved, but STILL

so uh yeah

just something i noticed

This post has been edited as I did leave out some ppl mb

[deconstructthesoup]

Okay, now that all of the Bad Kids have their new art out... I can finally freak out/gush over/analyze it, because I didn't have the energy to do posts for every single one.

GUYS

Fig!!! My girl!!! The mismatched shoelaces! The bass guitar from Gorthalax! The phoenix feather earring for Ayda! The fishnet! The classic leather jacket/gray band shirt/red pleated skirt combo! The fingerless gloves! THE CHAIN WALLET!

KRISTEN IS BUTCH. Let me repeat that---KRISTEN! IS! BUTCH! And she's wearing the yellow jumpsuit that we saw in her figurine but she still has the purple in her backpack and her staff and her TIE-DIE SPORTS BRA! And she's got a new hairstyle! And a rainbow bracelet AND a lesbian bracelet! THE TEDDY BEAR! THE ICE CREAM SANDWICHES!

RIZ HAS AN UNDERCUT AND GLASSES AND HE KEPT HIS TATTOOS!!!! We've got the briefcase! We've got the angelic weapons! We've got the sword of shadows! We've got GADGETS! WE EVEN HAVE ARO/ACE RINGS! He looks so cool and nifty and crafty and BADASS! My boy has grown!

Gorgug. Oh my god, I can FEEL the "going into a worry" energy radiating from this. But he's got the axe! He's got artificer goggles and tools and a rucksack! He's FINALLY got the emo ripped jeans that he always deserved! He looks so sweet and huggable and perfect! AND HE HAS THE BIG HEADPHONES STILL!

ADAINE. My god. I love this girl so much and her art is perfect. She has patches on her jacket! We can see the cool design on her shirt! She's got high-fantasy boots and belts and she's got her new arcane sword! BOGGY IS THERE! And she looks so lovely and cool and her hair, oh my god, her hair is perfect! I'm so proud of her!

And lastly, the man, the myth, the LEGEND. Fabian looks perfect. Everything from the sword to the sheet to the expression to the tap shoes is spot-on. And his outfit? He's got harem pants! He's got a stylish shirt! He's got wraps around his hands! He's doing a dance move! Man-bun Fabian is now officially canon!

(Also, I'm never gonna shut up about how the Bad Kids are now all spellcasters, and almost all of them are different than how they were in freshman year because that's how growing up works! Fig's ditched College of Whispers as she learns to be truer to herself and has claimed the coolness of College of Lore, and she's got some warlock action to be closer to her dad! Kristen's a Twilight Domain cleric instead of the Life Domain, and I remember being so excited when that became official because that domain is so freaking cool! Riz is an Arcane Trickster, just! Like! Penny! Gorgug's an artificer as well as a barbarian, which is one of my favorite classes, and it looks like he's leaning even further into it! And we can't forget Fabian double-classing as a College of Swords bard! It's so beautiful! It's amazing! Maybe we'll get Adaine doing a martial multiclass to round out the "we're doing different things!" ANYTHING'S POSSIBLE!)

[buildheight]

Your body is a body. Your body functions well enough, you think, from what you’ve read about bodies. You can walk and use your arms, and they’re sturdy, which you think is good. You have sturdy arms and stocky legs. At first the work is hard. Your body is not used to the repetitive motion of chopping trees, you think, but somewhere in the muscle fibers remembers how to cut the tree so it falls just right. Somewhere in your body, the ache sends a good feeling to your brain. Doing hard labor is good. It feels good.

Your body is pale, and it resists the warm sun. The first time you get a sunburn on your face, you’re afraid. Your skin turns red and blisters, and it takes you until it begins to peel and reveal dotted freckles before you forgive yourself for carelessness. The man, Sausage, the one who’d offered help with gathering wood, he’d given you a salve when he saw you next. Your paranoia would not let you use it until your skin boiled with hurt under the moonlight, and it kissed you coolly.

Your body has scars. Lots of tracks on your arms and hands, and scars on your legs and wrists you can't identify. You don't know these scars, though you are familiar with how they look. You can't remember where they came from. It’s really no matter, but you’re curious, one night. While washing in the bath, you position a mirror to examine the lines and cuts on your back, the way freckles are baked into your neck now, the way it blankets over those old scars. Coming out of the bath, you slip on the wet floor and hit your head on the tub; the danger of living alone is that when you're injured, you're the only one to be able to do anything about it. The blood cakes under the rag you’re using to compress the wound, and you let that sit. Days later, washing it gently, you discover the raised bump of a scar that is entirely yours marking your face like a proud flower, blooming above your eyebrow.

You decide to cut your hair. Your hair has been long since you woke, and exposing your neck feels vulnerable. There's a long scar over your cervical spine is that you don't remember getting, but there's tan and freckles there now, and you're happy about that. You cut your hair short with a sword. It’s choppy, and the bard, Oli, offers to fix that, but you decline, burning the bundle of hair in your hand in the furnace until it's nothing but wisps and smoke smell. The edges of it tickle the back of your neck when you move, but it shows off that hard earned tan, and that fills your chest with a bubbly feeling. 

A breeze cuts across the valley and you lift your goggles up to your forehead; the cool air caresses the sweat on your face. The sun is setting now, and your skin still itches like it isn’t done moving, but you pull your hair into a short, brisk ponytail and jog over to the river anyway. You let the paranoia wash off with the grime as you sink into the water with nothing on, feeling the smooth stones under your feet. You are here alone, and it feels amazing to watch the dirt swirl around your muscles, kissed by the sun, and you count the stitches in your hand from where you split it sharpening your blade.

[valeskawhore]

IMAGINE:

APOCALYPSE AU?? PROXIES X READER (IDEA!)

A/N: This is an idea that I’ve been seeing all around tumblr from my mutuals and honestly, why the hell not? I love the idea of apocalyptic survival. Let me know if this should be a series !!

An eerie creak sounds out behind me as I opened the window, and Dust flooded the dimly lit room as I made my way inside. Exploring abandoned houses wasn't always a typical interest of mine, but staying warm and having a dry place to sleep at night was.

Rain clashed gently down on the roof from outside, crickets could be heard and soon the silence rested back into place when I pulled the cracked window shut from the other side.

This place definitely was not the best, but at least it was dry.

First thing I did was open my backpack, setting up candles and hanging an old sheet that I found laying in the corner, over the window to block out the light.

Repeatedly, I told myself that this was just temporary.

I didn't have enough food to last more than a few nights anyways. Walkers roamed more and more with every passing day, tho winter was coming and it was coming fast.

Hopefully, that would do something to slow the walkers, even if it was just by a few steps, I prayed.

With a sigh, I slowly sat down on the make-shift mattress that I made for myself, hearing my ankles pop in the process because man, I really needed to stretch more often, I'm not getting any younger.

I took off my baseball cap and pulled down my mask to breathe just a little bit clearer, running my fingers through my hair, I noticed how greasy it was. The thought made me disgusted since.. Well, I couldn't even imagine how I smelled and i didnt want to either.

Popping open a bottle of water, I drank my thirst away. Listening to the rain pour, the thunder crack and the sounds of the undead trudging along outside.

As I clenched my eyes shut for a second..

I blocked out the screams, the cries and pleads for help.. The cocking of guns and the growls of the unthinkable tearing and ripping the flesh of the people being eaten alive. My fingernails began to itch, my knuckles on fire, tears welding in my eyes.

“Y/N!!” She screamed, “HELP ME!!” she cried..

I sat my bottled water down, and lit up a cigarette.

“It’ll be ok..” I told myself, “Survive one more day, just one more,” everynight.

“I’ll find you baby.. one day..”

I closed my eyes.. Relaxed my body, breathed out deeply.

“Goodnight y/n” I told myself.

The front door clashed open.

*~*~*~~*~*~*~

“GET INSIDE! GET THE FUCK INSIDE!” A voice screamed. The sounds of the undead gurgled up the last of their life and slammed their heads against the door, screaming. I heard multiple people slamming themselves against the front door, refraining it from opening. “ROGERS, FIND SOMETHING, NOW. WE NEED TO BARD THE DOOR!”

“I-I-M OHN–ON IT!!” Someone stuttered.

I jumped up from my mattress, reaching for my gun and loading in the magazine. I threw the sleeping bag off of me, and unlocked the door. I heard the others rummaging down stairs for something to board the door. I peaked my head out,

Something suddenly rammed against my head, the door was torn open, slamming into my head. I fell back on my ass, and reached around lazily for my gun.

I heard a gasp fall above me, my vision was spinning, but I found my gun and raised it above me at the silhouette. There were two of them, then three, then two, until both shadow figures meshed into one guy. His face was something more,

Two dark brown eyes, greasy chestnut hair, he nose was already bleeding and there was a bandage covering up the right side of his lips stretching to his cheek bones.

He was definitely a young man, 23-24 maybe. Wearing yellow rusted-rimmed goggles, a blue hoodie with a tanned, older jacket overtop, there was a black and gray-ish mask wrapped around his neck and pulled up over his face. The (now) snickering man wore stained blue jeans and some bloodied converse.

His laugh rang out through my skull, pounding against my ear lobes. His eyes became impossibly wide now, canines glimmering in the moonlight as thunder cracked in the background.

With one final sadistic smile,

He picked up his double hand axes and raised them high, His laughter almost screams now, The screams of a hyena, a skinwalker luring its prey.

The young man brought the axes down quickly,

I rolled over with a small scream, doing my best to avoid the hard steel.

I fumbled around on the ground, reaching for my gun.

When I had it in my hand, the man jumped on me and slammed my back into the hardwood floor. The house was so old that dust jumped into the air, and swam around. I clenched my eyes shut and coughed until I could breathe again. I felt his boney hands wrap around my throat, his skin uncomfortably cold and white. I kicked my feet behind him and threw my head back,

The man let up his grip but didn't scream out in pain, his laughter only grew.

I grabbed the boy's hair and threw him off of me, his body collided against the wall,

Because,

His body actually went through it, clashing into the room next to us.

Dust flooded the room once more, and as the psychopath took longer than expected to rise back to his feet, I grabbed my sleeping bag and ran downstairs, contents loosley in hand.

I struggled to throw my jacket on as i ran down the steps,

A shorter figure stepped in front of me, and stuck his leg out, successfully tripping me in the process. I felt my world being flipped upside down as my rib cage cracked against the staircase. I coughed up blood, my heartbeat in my ears as I laid there motionless.

With my vision dark, i could only here throat-ripping screeching from the outside world,

Three figures stepped in my view of the door, I pulled my arms in front of me and did my best to drag my body away. I moaned out in a breath-less cry as I felt the rusted nails sticking out of the wood flooring scraped against my cracked ribs.

Something stopped me, whoever or.. Whatever it was, grabbed my achilles heel and dragged me back in the living room with one strong pull.

They flipped me on my back, blood dripped down the corner of my mouth as I did my best to control my breath. Hesitantly, I reached my hand up and folded my fist into a weak, shaky middle finger, my ‘fuck you’ to the world.

I heard one of them snicker before the tallest one leaned down carefully, dark red painted eyes peered into mine before he pulled off my mask. I had a surge of anger come over me, as I reached to kick him in the balls but he caught my leg, almost expecting it even. His grip tightened menacingly on my thigh, before he gave my cracked rib cage an almost impossibly fast sucker punch.

I coughed out blood on instinct, my body spasming. I held my chest and my body folded forwards, my knees to my chest. “F-fuck you..” I coughed, tears streaming down my face.

His hand, still on my thigh, tightened once more. Leaning close to my face, the stranger whispered..

“What.. do we have here?”

[doodle-girl]

Spirit was making another animatic in the whiteboard last night and I drew this alongside it because getting jumpscared by Lydia the Bard lyrics in the whiteboard sparked sone kind of quick adrenaline in me

Bonus version but with the red goggles instead of their glasses because I brainfarted while coloring but still think it looks cool:

[ashestospace]

I need Bardroy ridding a horse and wrangling cows all sweat and dirty. And I need Sebastian and Meyrin to goggle at him. Then I need bard to take Ciel and Finny to a horse ride while holding the reins.

[my-name-is-heartache]

riddick x guardian angel reader

part one

NOT MY GIF! NOT MY CHARACTER!

Forgive me if it's not all correctly in order I haven't watched it in a while.

Part two in my drafts but only released if specially requested cause honestly I'm to mentally tired to finish it with no motivation

⚠️Warnings⚠️

Blood, canon violence, animal cruelty, self harm to survive,

please enjoy!

The first time he saw her was the discovery of vaakos betrayal.

He lay at the bottom of that cliff his leg snapped in two and his numerous wounds bleeding. The pain almost as blinding as her glowing light.

"am I dead?" He scoffed.

She merely smiled and shook her head and reached out her hand to pull him out of the rubble.

"it is not yet your time."

"so you know when it will be?" He had asked the pain vanishing as she lead him through the desolate land.

"I do," she smiled pulling a gourd from thin air and filling it with water pouring down from the cliff.

"where am I?" He said taking the gourd when she offered it.

"not furya, so I suggest you get up," she replied playfully and then she was gone.

He glanced around but when he tried to take a step he fell, instead of hitting the ground however he found himself buried back underneath the rocks.

the pain in his body burned almost as much as the sun against his eyes when he finally dug himself out.

Feebly he crawled over to what looked to be water but on closer expectation it was a sulfur pit.

But that was only the beginning, his leg needed setting otherwise it wouldn't heal properly.

Finding a descent crack in the rock he placed his foot inside it.

Gritting his teeth he snapped his bone back into place.

He cried out, his leg felt as though a thousand suns had replaced the flesh. And the nerves with barbed wire.

In the distance he heard the yelps of some sort of big dog, and he knew he screwed up.

The sounds grew louder as he crawled towards the sulfur pit.

He hit the surface with a splash quickly taking a deep breath before submerging fully.

Opening his shrieking eyes he saw the dog like creatures staring down at him, his lungs burned and small eel like creatures nipped at his open wounds.

slowly his eyes were forced shut by the acidic sulfur pool.

For some unknown reason once his eyes had closed instead of the burning and swishing he felt a cool breeze and his lungs no longer felt like taught elastic.

"get up," your sweet voice called. "Get up!"

Slowly your voice got more distant and his cloths began to dampen, his lungs begining to burn.

"it is not your time."

Splashing above the surface of the water he gasped for air.

The creatures had vanished, and so had you.

He did not see you again for a short time.

Intact the next time he did see you he had just pressed the point of the sharp bard against his skin when you materialised Infront of him.

"what not whisking me off to wonderland this time?" You shook your head but did not smile.

"you listened to me, about the water?"

"didn't have many options," he said adjusting his hold on the sack of venom.

"but you do now, so maybe put that down," you said.

"can't do that lady," he tilted his head smirking a little.

"of course you can't," you rolled you eyes and picked up a bowl from thin air.

Riddick was about to ask how you did that, but the barb was already in his arm the venom sleeping into his blood stream.

Quickly you were on your knees Infront of him, your own eyes staring into his obscured ones.

"deep breaths," was all you managed to say before his whole body stiffened and started convulsing horribly.

He collapsed over head in your lap (or more precisely over the bowl) his whole body stiffened and shaking.

You ran your soft hands up and down the back of his neck, slowly removing his goggles.

He gagged into the bowl and you sighed running your right hand along his upper arm, the other rested on the back of his neck.

You expected it to be over soon.

Soon you'd summon the stair way and lead him down to hell.

"It's your time," you muttered sadly, making to shift his quaking body away.

But you gasped when he grabbed you left wrist.

His voice barely loud enough to hear, he croaked out, "not today."

You just sat there in shock as he continued to shake and vomit.

As you had previously suspected he soon fell limp and you cast the bowl aside resting his head in your lap his face turned to the side.

hurriedly you checked the pulse line on his wrist that only you could see.

and it beat, in steady slowed beats.

Never in your millenniums of life had you seen anything like this, he should have flat lined a whole minute ago.

You had previously scoffed at other angels who had claimed for this to happen to them.

you knew what this meant.

Scared you removed his head from your lap and stood pacing back and forth in the cave.

A small creature whimpered in a cage made of bones.

Walking over to it you crouched down infront of it.

"what should I do little one?" You asked it, not really expecting an answer, but to your suprise it tilted its head and looked over your shoulder at the unconscious man. "You think I should do it?"

The little dingo creature yelped in agreement.

"but he's a serial killer? He'll go to hell if I do this it'll tie my fate to his, I have a place in heaven, I have a duty to do, other souls to watch over and inevitably lead to the afterlife," the little creature pushed it's muzzle trough the bones and sniffled.

Carefully you reached your hand through the gap and stroked it.

Smiling you sat there for a while, but then a sound from behind you made you stop.

the man on the floor, grumbled slightly stirring.

And you were forced to make a split second decision.

as he slowly came to you walked over to him and replaced his goggles and left.

Back into the crystal white beyond, until he would need you again.

For the next few days riddick continued to grow his immunity to the venom, but not once did he see you.

You saw him though.

Everytime.

You would appear to find him shaking on the floor and you would pull him against you and run soft hands down his neck, his arms, his back.

You'd sit until he was safe then you would attempt to leave but every time he'd shift or his hold on your arm would slacken and your stay.

But always there was the knowing in the back of your mind about what this meant, and always you knew what this man was and where he was going.

Everytime was the same until it wasn't.

You materialised onto the planet looking for his shaking form but instead you saw him sitting on a rock his head on his fist, thinking.

"your my angel aren't you," it wasn't a question.

"I am," you answered still.

"when an I going to die then," he said looking to you. "And I know about the lying thing before you try."

"the lying thing? You mean that if I lie to you I'll be indebted to you?"

He nodded.

"good for you, but I don't know when you'll die," you smiled meekly.

He frowned.

"I thought I did but, your time has been and gone, yet your still here."

Silence fell upon the room.

"and if you know what that means I'll be quite shocked," you said.

Cautiously he shook his head and you nodded yours once before turning to leave.

"good luck."

And you were gone

Part 2

[philivista]

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[liulfr-j]

FFXIV Cosplay - Hatsune Miku

Head - Seneschal Prince's Headset and Model A-1 Tactical Goggles

Body - Songbird Jacket

Hands - Model B-1 Tactical Armlets

Legs - Quaintrelle's Ruffled Skirt

Feet - Mun'gaek Boots

Maybe someday we'll be allowed to have hair colors as vibrant and saturated as the residents of Solution Nine. Redyed this outfit like 5 times before settling with these colors. For the arms in particular I really expected that High Summoner's Armlets would be the perfect match, but even if you were to use an extremely expensive Jet Black Dye on them, they come out light grey.

I'd also decided on the sunglasses look before I took the second half of this set, because my character's eyes are currently the brightest red I could possibly choose, but another quirk of FFXIV's color and lighting systems is you can't really tell at most distances besides in the character/gear preview window.

This wasn't planned for Miku Day but it lined up on account of the timing of FFXIV's Little Ladies Day and that I've been leveling Bard lately. Mostly posting because I haven't seen anybody else put together an all class version of a Miku cosplay and I'm particularly happy to show off how this leg and feet gear work together after the dye channel update. We may be an expansion or two overdue for new dye colors again though.

[dogicrimsonofficial]

Howler Logs - #18, The Highbridge 💖

<== Previous -- Next ==>

Full Travel Log Catalogue Here!

Sun was slowly rising, painting the skies in oranges and reds. One lone – well, not so lone anymore thanks to the baby bat that had refused to leave Howler’s side since they met – Elezen had taken a long route, finally having reached the Highbridge. They might have figured out how to teleport after a while, without it being too much of a financial burden… but that didn’t mean they didn’t have to spend a day or two on the dusty road with their own two feet. The aetheryte system only took them so far after all. 

Still, the perks of fast travel to even general region couldn’t be overstated at all – and with all of the little things they had managed to do and pick up recently, like taking out smaller hunts or delivering packages, exploring ruins and what have you, they had managed to save up quite a bit. 

Being forced into a diet of solids only once in a while also helped with the savings, but that's neither here nor there. 

Traveling like this was peaceful, in its own way. Beautiful sights, nature itself, watching how the animals and creatures behaved, occasional friendly travellers on the road. A stark contrast to the desolate lands Howler had grown used to. 

But the peace rarely lasted in the life of an adventurer – that was something Howler was learning and fast. The first thing to break the calm was a shout – higher pitch, slightly accented. Male. A Lalafell? 

Second thing Howler registered was another sound, a steady and fast pace of feet running on the stone. Howler turned around just in time to see something big and feathery running up the stairs of the bridge – causing the Elezen to tense up for a moment. 

Their arm extended out with a snap just as the Chocobo ran past them – snatching the green reins from the air with the mechanical arm with ease, heels planted against the stones of the bridge. It was a struggle, and Howler did find themselves being dragged along – but surprisingly, they didn’t lose their balance. Even Pipsqueak attempted to help, clinging to Howler's hood and flapping their wings as frantically as they could. 

Teeth gritting, and with one strong yank downwards, the Chocobo finally slowed and turned – only to try and turn around even more as soon as it realized it couldn’t run forward anymore. That was when Howler pulled even further, forcing the Chocobos head closer to the ground by using both Howler's own weight and gravity to help out. 

Having its beak so much closer to the ground forced the bird to come to a complete stop, dumbfounded how the twist and turn had ended up like this. 

“Are you calm now?” Howler asked, free hand now on top of the bird's neck – trying to force compliance without too much force. 

The chocobo - dusty yellow in color, paler than most others Howler had seen so far but only slightly – blinked in confusion, before sitting down on the bridge itself. Apparently it was done with the mischief. 

Howler let out a sigh, and released the bird as the Lalafell shouted from the other end of the bridge. 

“Hey! Hey you! With the goggles and silver-hair! Bring that bird over here, my legs are about to give out!” 

There was a moment of silence, before the Elezen shrugged, and gently tugged along on the reins. “Come on now big guy.”

Couple minutes later, the story was revealed – the Chocobo had been a new purchase from a runaway Woodwailer. Something about not being able to handle the frontlines any longer, having no desire to be drafted in the efforts… Unfortunately, the Chocobo – Cy – was a feisty thing that liked to fight. 

Hihira hadn’t thought it was this bad. Not until the Chocobo escaped for the third time when the Lalafell had tried to remove the current barding to saddle the poor bird for more merchant-appropriate barding. It was not the Gridanian’s bird anymore and what not. 

“At this point I would be better off chasing that Woodwailer down and demanding my money back!” 

Howler however… took a look at the bird. The dusty yellow feathers, deep brown eyes, knowledge that this bird wanted to fight and clearly knew how to… “:.. I’ll buy him.”

“Pardon?”

“I… My apologies, I spoke before thinking,” Howler lowered their head, but then gave a bit more determined look. The more Howler thought about it, the smarter it sounded. “.. I am in need of a mount. I’ve been on foot for the majority of my time here. I’ve also been doing my fights alone so far - so having back up… I’d appreciate it. It sounds like you’ve been struggling with this bird - granted I do not know the current prices for Chocobos, but I’d wager whatever I pay would save you gil in the long run.”

Hihira stared at the Elezen for a moment, stroking his chin deep in thought. “... Show me how much you got, and we might have a deal.”

Couple bells later, and pockets much lighter – from both gil and some of the spoils from hunts Howler had managed during the travel here – Howler managed to sit down. The bird sat next to them, tilting his head curiously. It was almost like all the mischievous energy to run away for the next fight had disappeared, now that the Chocobo knew there were proper fights to be had. 

“... You really remind me of Silas,” Howler commented after a moment, taking in the sights and calm. They’d have a location to go to after this, but right now they had to let Cy’s legs rest. Too many escape attempts. “Your feathers are almost the same color as his hair. And he really liked to fight.”

Howler let out a small snort, looking back at Cy. “... I’ve never ridden one of your kind before. So try not to throw me off. By all accounts, I should be a natural – dad was apparently quite the Chocobo master in his youth.”

[chaos0pikachu]

hi! it's the one piece anon, this time off anon, lmao, thanks for the answer!

watching one piece for the first time as a adult with no prior attachment to it is wild, btw—and makes you want to take sanji and throw him into an active volcano about 100 times per episode, akbsjdjdj

i actually have no idea what my favourite arc would be so far, tbh, i enjoyed alabasta solely because of crocodile—i love me a horrible man who has a plan and executes it :)—and thriller bark was a good time, and now impel down is fun because stakes! i love stakes! i keep complaining to my friend that no 'death' ever really sticks, lmao, and now having accidentally spoiled myself i know that at least one will, akhsjdjdj

also, i have So Many opinions, it's insane, so glad that my friend knows i'm a yapper and analyser at heart and wanted to watch (in her case rewatch) the show with me because of that, lmao, and i am looking forward to when we are in a place where it's safe to engage with fandom stuff because man, i wanna yap so bad about this show

(and we are watching Everything which means no skipping the bad parts—we have seen sanji be on the second maiden isle react like the biggest douche and yeah.....that was fun :) truly)

(also, zoro is just. great, i love that man <3 especially because my sense of direction is just slightly better than his)

(this got very long, oops)

please don't apologize I fucking love talking about one piece lmao I literally bard the series to a friend b/c they don't wanna watch 1000+ episodes and they don't read manga but they really like the series (and loved OPLA)

Sanji is....sigh. Like the Whole Cake arc with him is great, like it's really strong and Sanji at his peak. There's times when I really like Sanji - one of my favorite small moments is when he gives Ussop his goggles back in Alabasta sanji/ussop gets no love b/c ussop is ugly even tho they're a great ship rip. Another great moment is when he gives Nami his jacket in Little Garden, and when he helps Violet in Dressrosa, like, when Sanji's compassion is front and center he's GREAT.

The problem is Sanji is a product of a very old shounen trope - the perverted man gag - quoting myself here but it's an age old gag - DBZ has Oolong, and Master Roshi, Inu-yasha has Miroku, Naruto has Jiraiya, Ranma 1/2 has Master Happosai - just to list some off the top of my head. Sanji's gag isn't new and it's not even unique. If there's any difference its that Sanji is just better developed than most - not all, but most - of these types of chars. Which creates a big dissonance with how western fans deal with and discuss Sanji.

I hate the gag but like, it's canon, Oda isn't writing for me he's writing for teenage (Japanese) boys first and foremost. It is what it is and I just take Sanji as is and am glad OPLA toned him the fuck down.

Crocodile is a fandom fave for a reason, he's such a deliciously fun antagonist and I'm glad he came back in Impel Down and is still around even after that.

Ngl I almost dropped the series b/c of Alabasta LOL sorry guys! It's one of my least favorite arcs of the series I felt like it dragged so damn hard. It introduced so many important characters - Vivi, Ace, Crocodile, Robin - and plots - the weapons - but omggggg I was bored at times.

Water 7 is probably my favorite arc, maybe followed by Wano? Idk I'm apparently one of the weird fans who likes a lot of the post-timeskip arcs. I think Dressrosa is a great arc and also up there for me. I liked Skypiea well enough - and it becomes stronger with time - but I'm meh on Little Garden, East Blue Saga doesn't get good until Sanji imo when we get into the Nami stuff which IS one of my fave arcs of the series, I like Thriller Bark than most the halloween stuff is great, but my favorite arcs are all post-timeskip except Water 7 Saga.

The death stuff is something a lot of fans talk about and I've learned that Oda has addressed this. Basically he said he doesn't like drawing characters who die - ironic considering other things that happen in the story lmao - he wants to keep the story a kid friendly adventure and doesn't wanna draw char deaths. So you get Pell and that dude in Skypiea lol Oda

Zoro is great, I hope he never gets a "new" backstory b/c I like his normal ass backstory not all the straw hats need to have secret tragic backstories! Let my man be moderately normal, have bad direction and wanna dedicate his entire self to his Captain :3

[potato-frenzy]

One day, Taliesin's PC will be able to sweep Liam's PC off their feet. That day is not today.

I respect and genuinely enjoy the directions their PC romances are going, they never fail to make compelling relationships. I confess I hardcore shipped Dorian x Dariax, despite not finishing EXU Prime, and I went in with shipper goggles set for Ashrym. So much so that I genuinely refused to believe any hints we got to Dorym or Callowmoore.

But now that both are on full display, I'm on board and I'm having a great time. Ashrym and Callowpea can live in fanfiction land and continue to be a beautiful dream. They live with Widomauk and Percildan now.

I'm really into where they're going with it. But I can only imagine what they'll do next campaign with how hard this campaign is changing things in Exandria. My personal wishlist for Liam is for him to play a bard or a druid, I'd love to see him do a tiefling or something more outlandish race wise than he has in the main campaigns. For Taliesin, I want to see him do a paladin or a full rogue and a beast race could be so fun to see him play.

[robinyourcreator]

Your OC's Personalities

thank you @defira85 for the tag! always love an excuse to yell more about my gorls

Adana (left) and Alde (right)

I will tag @skingrad and @tacticalgrandma aaaaand anyone else who wants to me to coo over their Tav/Durge/Rooks!

How would you describe Adana’s personality?

Adana comes across as a “light touch.” Very warm, very sincere, with an easy confidence and a gently teasing/mildly self-deprecating sense of humor. She knows the reputation and archetypes people are going to ascribe to her for being a bard, and she’s more than happy to play into them. She’s an extremely anxious, nervous wreck of a perfectionist and a control freak underneath, but the sincerity is real even if the confidence isn’t. Intensely principled but with an incredibly low sense of self-worth or even self-preservation, so she’s willing to die for anything and anyone, at anytime. (We are working on this.)

What brings Adana joy?

Being Useful™, making other people happy, helping others, defining herself by the needs and desires she fulfills in others—hey, wait a minute.

...A well-kept ledger. A good deal at the market. The antics of small children and animals. A good book. Art and music. Time to herself when no one wants or needs anything from her.

What does Adana strongly dislike?

Condescension. Entitlement. Abuses of power. Anyone who thinks they’re better than her. And… alcohol, actually, because she’s that kind of a control freak. She still partakes because to not do so would invite questions, but takes an absurd amount of care to never get past ‘mildly tipsy’ while still looking like she’s drinking as much as everyone else. Nearly any touch she doesn’t initiate herself.

Is Adana scared of anything?

Being made helpless. Cold, dark places. No longer being needed.

What is Adana’s alignment?

Neutral-to-Chaotic Good. Intensely principled, but those principles are largely, “don’t do, or fail to do, anything that will keep her up at night” with a side of “fuck the establishment because rich people are awful.” It is of utmost importance to her to Do and Be Good, but laws are just suggestions that quite plainly don’t apply to everyone.

How would you describe Alde’s personality?

Now? A quiet, skittish soul with the occasional shameless streak when she wants something badly enough or feels she’s done something worthy of praise. Prefers to observe before she acts, but also just because she likes to observe in general. A kicked puppy. A stray kitten left out on the street in a cardboard box in the rain. A single kind word to her and you will have a friend for life. The most pitiful and pathetic little creature. Comes across as much younger than she is (100+, but her default answer is “26” because of 1) baby face 2) haircut makes her look fourteen years old 3) the ‘tism 4) the memory loss making her a poor baby bird who was only just born yesterday.)

Pre- having her brain eaten by worms, thus rendering her this precious baby bird who was only born yesterday? Workaholic in constant sensory overload. “Arrogance and efficiency” and “murder made flesh.” The most miserable not-quite-human being alive. Desperately lonely.

What brings Alde joy?

Any kind of physical affection. People watching. (Particularly for people she can put on her yuri knight vision goggles for ;) ) Learning new things. Patient teachers. The whole world is new to her, and she will find joy in any part of it that’s pointed out to her.

What does Alde strongly dislike?

Funny enough-- blood. It’s hot, it’s sticky, it gets everywhere, and it’s such a pain to get out of your clothes. Also red meat, because it tastes like blood.

Being mistaken for being younger than she is-- or worse, being condescended to because someone has mistaken her for a child.

Poor tactical choices, which she takes as a personal insult. You used this sloppy of a formation? Against ME? How dare you. The arrogance of semi-immortal demigodhood has remained post brainwipe.

Is Alde scared of anything?

She is terrified of being the thing that kills her loved ones, of course, but she mostly trusts them to protect themselves from her. Precautions have been taken. They know what to do. If they have to kill her in the midst of an Urge then so be it.

But more than that? Abandonment. Alde is terrified that she will be found to not be worth the trouble. She is trouble. She knows that. She wishes she wasn’t, but there’s nothing she can do about that. But she can hopefully make herself useful enough to… make up for being herself so much trouble. Even without the Urge, she's going to be a magnet for trouble for the rest of her life anyway, just for being a Bhaalspawn. She'll make up for it. She promises.

What is Alde’s alignment?

True Neutral-to-Neutral Good. Alde is largely a passive observer in her own life. She doesn’t have any strong moral opinions, (having just been born yesterday, after all,) but she has good instincts. She wants to return the kindness she has received, but she doesn’t really go out of her way for anyone who hasn’t already endeared themselves to her. (This is, admittedly, a very low bar to achieve. One kind word. One.)