#i actually wrote a story wow

[dreadwinder]

❧ post-endwalker, pre-dawntrail

"He never told me anything about this,"

Ashen snarled, stabbing a knife through the parchments and into the wooden table. He stood up. His tail flicking angrily, he began to pace back and forth. Detailed on the parchments, signed only as "an old crewmate of your father's", was a long letter, telling about a supposed pirate captain's life that his father led many years ago. Several sheets of summed-up stories of The Legendary Pirate Lord Rafael Stark, explaining details of the "Art of the Viper", a handful of sketches of a pair of blades, and a rough nautical chart showing paths to Tural...

"Wait...Tural? He was from TURAL??"

The distressed miqo'te stumbled back to the table, nearly barreling his chair over as he plucked up the knife. He turned, snatching the parchment up, and returning to pacing while poring over the crude handwriting.

"Come to Tural" "I will explain everything there"

Ashen read and re-read the last couple of lines twice, thrice, four times, before letting out a heavy sigh and slumping down on his chair, head in his hands.

"The Legendary Pirate Lord Rafael Stark, huh...?

And you never told me, bastard..."

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[creaturefeaster]

wanted to draw all the side character mimes but im quickly realising there's many of them that dont have solid designs yet and also i feel like im forgetting some

[munchy-k]

i want to get into writing but i feel a little scared to. i feel like out of the creative hobbies, writing is one of the more intimidating ones

[tricksterlatte]

There's something absolutely ironic and even compelling to me about the domino effect regarding Akechi and Sae's interactions. Akechi had to deceive everyone, including his coworkers. Sae in particular was closely tied to the investigations of the crimes he was committing, so of course appearing as non-threatening or even annoying as possible to her was in his best interests.

However, his petty but arguably feeble masquerade is what led to his cognitive self in Sae's brain presumably being easy for the Phantom Thieves to tie up? He was too good at deception and it led to Sae's perception of him being sopping wet cat, which was easy for the Thieves to subdue, so the threatening, real Akechi wouldn't stumble upon Sae's cognition of him as he went to murder Joker.

I know people usually discuss Shido's cognitive Akechi and the implications regarding Akechi's presentation of himself and his layers of deception, but Sae's is the direct contrast to Shido's, and it's very interesting to look at how being a petty little asshole to your stressed out hot lady coworker about her skincare routine can also contribute to her thinking of you a a nuisance at best (until it was almost too late for everyone involved, but hey, it worked out for the best? I think).

I love the layers of Akechi's deception because he was cunning to a fault. Sometimes I wish we could have seen how the Thieves interacted with Sae's cognition of him, because both Sae and Shido had a very biased perception of him, and it makes me wonder who really knew Akechi at all. I'm rambling here, but it's been on my mind for ages. I would love to see if her cognitive Akechi changed after 11/20, considering he went from annoying junior detective to a dangerous murderer in just one day for her, and she doesn't remember any of third semester or even 12/24 when he was there.

[rohirric-hunter]

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[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

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[punkishtoxtricity]

hi sweet tooth fandom chapter 1 is up!! leave comments or kudos if you want to!

[valeovalairs]

Fanfic writing is for my own personal enjoyment actually. I’m my own biggest fan. I will read my own silly stories over and over again and giggle and cry over them as if I didn’t cook this plot up myself.

[yesyourstalker]

Makeup artist:.......... Are you nervous?

Baja: a little bit.... This isn't like in front of a studio audience right

Makeup artist: No sweetie, it's just a one-on-one interview.

Baja: that's good. Who are we interviewing?

Makeup artist: You're going to have to ask the show-runner, Mickey.

Mickey: let's go. Let's go. Let's go what takes so long putting powder on a face. He has perfect skin anyway. We had to get him to the dressing room. We start filming in a couple minutes

Makeup artist: I'm finished. Just need to map down some scales and he's...... All done. You're free to go sweetie

Baja: thank you

Mickey: So you must be then host of the show. Sorry I wasn't able to meet you sooner. I was on vacation. Oshi told me you're a really good candidate for this show. You seem to be competent you know your way around music....*sip* ..... Coffee?

Baja: I don't really drink that much coffee. I like tea though

Mickey: Green tea! *Snap*. .*snap*

Assistant: your green tea

Baja: thank you

Mickey: Well I know one thing for sure. She was right about the pretty face. Now as you get dressed head to the studio so we start filming promotional material Ramon should be there with you. After your interview which will count as the pilot

Tammy: Mickey listen I really think you should reconsider about not casting me for the show

Mickey: No....*sip*

Tammy: but I really think you should I mean I can at least be co-host. I'm great to be around! Tell him, baba

Baja: it's Baja

Mickey: No, we need to bring up the sea slug viewership

Tammy: I can be the second co-host

Mickey:....*sigh*...... Tammy listen to me. You didn't get the job all right. You just don't fit the criteria we need for this show and this channel. But hey you have other opportunities for other networks alright. You're pretty, you're bubbly and you have a nice rack. You can get a job anywhere with those qualities around here.... You're just not going to find it at this station

Tammy: but-

Mickey: goooooood byyyyyyyyyyyyyeeee Tammy!!

Security guard: Right this way ma'am

Tammy: Mickey!!! I'll have your fucking job!!

Mickey: we'll see you next week Tammy we're filming the season finale

Baja: she seemed pretty upset

Mickey: eh she'll get over it ... She's been in a couple of shows here and there on the network. She plays Kate the baby sitter on 'dock and dingy' ......*sip* ..... She'll be fine. Here Is your dressing room your clothes should be folded

Baja: alright... and I just head to set after

Mickey: yep your's and Ramon's chairs will be the brown arm chairs. The musician or celebrity will be sitting on the loveseat and will perform on the stage behind you

Baja: they're going to perform?

Mickey: yeah.. yeah they're starting their Solo career

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Ramon: hey... You look good. They spruced up your wardrobe too

Baja: yeah. I wonder if we're able to take this home with us

Ramon: probably. I think it'd be easier just to keep in our dressing rooms for now. Keep our work clothes separate from our regular clothes. Feels like bad energy to mix them together.

Baja: how so?

Ramon: I mean this nice brand name stuff fancy designs, colors and a hefty price on it. It's nice but it isn't really me. It's what the studio and the producers want me to be and I rather keep that at work when. I go home I wear my regular off-brand jeans, my 8-year-old sweater and a pair of kicks with a hole in it. That's me. That's who I am. A regular person, I'm not above anyone and I don't want to feel like I am. Get what I'm saying

Baja: yeah... I get it. You don't want the job to change you

Ramon: exactly

Mickey: All right! Hitch you got the shot?

Hitch: Yeah I got it. We can use this for commercials

Baja: you were filming?

Mickey: Yeah yeah no worries. We just wanted to film you guys interacting. We didn't tell you cuz we wanted to look natural.

Hitch: we didn't have any mics on so we couldn't hear what you were saying so don't worry about it. I'm the director by the way names Hitch. Nice to meet you..

Baja: hello

Ramon: hey

Mickey: alright so we're going to start filming the show in 30 minutes. Kikura is their dressing room.

Ramon: Kikura from C-side?

Mickey: yeah

Kikura: sorry I'm late.. I tend to procrastinate when I'm getting ready for these types of things...... Not a good excuse but... yeah

Mick: Well that's perfectly fine. We'll be filming in a couple minutes this is Ramon and this is Baja. They're going to be the ones interviewing you

Kikura: hey

Hitch: while we wait for that, let's do some more advertisements

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Assistant: alright..... Advertisement 2 take one...[clap]

Baja: Hi my name is baja and I'm the new host of the inklab's new show 'music at midnight'.... Me and my new co-host Ramon

Ramon: sup

Baja: we're going to be interviewing musicians from all walks of life

Ramon: and different genres.

Baja: We're going to have nice conversations getting to know them, telling us some really cool stories.

Ramon: a show airs Thursdays at 11:30 p.m. can't wait to see you there!

Hitch: CUT!.... Great! We're going to do some more editing and maybe some reshoots on that but here is your intro You're going to do this during every episode you introduce yourself. You tell them what show they're watching and then you tell the current news what's going on in the music world..... You're also going to have to do that when you start writing articles for the blog, but we'll get to that later. ... Here's the monologue script. If you want to go off script feel free... Go over it, memorize We'll film in 15...... Oshi! Good to see you..*mwah mwah* how are you baby

Oshi: Hitch! Hope everything is going well I just wanted to check in on everyone

Hitch: yes... You're going to start filming soon so have a seat....(Pat...Pat)

Oshi: alright..... I'm getting a call.....*ugh*..............[inhale].....[exhale]...... Hi Shimi! How are you doing dear?... Are you having fun on the farm? I saw some pictures warabie posted on squidder. You look cute riding the tracker hehhe....... Well you only have one week left honey..... yes I've enjoyed my break..... The church? If that works for you honey I guess it gives you a purpose.........*sigh*...(Eye roll)....acting is also your purpose I know...how's warabie is he having fun?......well tell him to try to enjoy himself..............yes ...... alright good bye hun.............

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Shimi: hm.....

Merv: Shimi it's your turn to take the manatees out to graze, take your son with you. Noiji start up the tractor I need you to harvest the octoberries, ikkan pack up squidmelons and head into town. Koi would you help me harvest some of the squid lemons

Koi-koi: I'd love to

Merv: Cirrina sweetheart you said you're going into the city for a school project?

Cirrina: Yeah just for 2 hours. When I get back I'll feed the krill and clean out their coop

Merv: All right, be safe

Shimi: warabie help me load up the manatees

Warabie: yeah..... What were you calling Mom about?

Shimi: It's none of your concern she didn't let me talk anyway............

Warabie:... All right, the manatees are in (bump...bump).....

Shimi: alright...................

Warabie:............so what's mom up to at home?

Shimi: she's working on project O.E.T network

Warabie: that's nice she's been working on that for years

Shimi: *humpf*.... We've been working on for years.... Typical of her to go behind my back and do things without my permission or opinion

Warabie:...... Oooookkkaaay...........hm.................hey mahi

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Mahi: hey dude

Warabie: what's going on at home?

Mahi: nothing much. Baja got a new job...... stop!........ Yeah, he's going to be on TV now. That's pretty neat

Warabie: tv?!

Mahi: some talk show.... Midnight music...... Music at midnight something.....neta stop spawn camping!

Neta: I'm not spawn camping

Warabie: he got the job!? How did he get the job?!

Mahi: I don't know, I really haven't had time to talk to him. He's been in and out of the apartment for like days now..... cod damn it!.... Let me leave the base at least...... fuck!

Neta:hehehehehehehe... I'm sorry .hehehe

Mahi: sorry... Neta's being an asshole...uhhhhh...Baja honestly hasn't been here and when he is here he's just there to get dressed and then leave.

Warabie:*sigh*....... good for him... Guess he's going to be the new breadwinner

Mahi: hey so when are you coming home?

Warabie: end of the week I should be home

Mahi: great apartments too quiet and-Neta!

Neta: what?! What am I doing wrong? I'm just playing the game. It's not my fault you always end up in my range of sight. Get good at the game

Mahi:*huff*... Can you come home faster? I miss you

Warabie: aww I miss you too mahi.. I honestly want to go home too. This place sucks ......I'm tired of scooping Manatee shit and hauling crates of squidmatoes

Neta: ask him the question

Mahi: *ugh*........are you able to bring home fresh produce and milk

Warabie: I....... I'm going to have to ask ikkan's dad that

Shimi: we're here unload the manatees

Warabie: I got to go.... text you later..........

Mahi: bye..... I'm not playing with you anymore! I'm done with this game....

Neta: One more round. I want to get a gold badge on this weapon I'm two games away. You can be on my team this time

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Cirrina: .......this must be the address..........(Knock knock)

Bayou: Cirrina! You showed up!

Cirrina: yeah....hehehe sorry if I'm a little early ...

Bayou: no worries. Come in, come in you can use your shoes on the shelf right here. So what do you want to know about krillarney?

Cirrina: I'm just you know the origins and the history of krillarney...... You lived on the surface for most of your life, right? Is that true for most octolings here?

Bayou: yeah... Most of us here spent their whole lives on the surface though there are some who moved here who previously lived underground

Cirrina: Interesting......so... And did your family move here?

Bayou:...... I think you might get more information from my nan.... Nana!!....... You remember my Nana. from church?

Nana: yes!? Bayou? What is it love?.....oh... Dear the little girl from church. Nice to see you again sweetie

Cirrina: hello..

Bayou: Nan do you mind if she asks you a few questions?

Nana: I have no problems sweetie

Cirrina: It's just a couple questions .. . I'm doing a five-page essay on octarian history in other countries

Nana: wasn't that nice? Well what do you want to know dear?

Cirrina: uhhhh .... When did you move here

Nana: oh I have no idea sweetie It's been years...... The war started when I was around......10 of 11 years old. I lived with my two sisters in a small village My mother was a School teacher and my father passed away years ago.

Cirrina: *writing*

Nana at the time my village was not affected by the high tides but it was targeted with conflict over land and resources. Next thing you know, I was being drafted for the war along with my two sisters. They just turned 13. They never held a weapon before. My mother couldn't even imagine them going to war, it was only after the first bomb we decided to leave. We had to leave quickly so we weren't able to bring a lot. All we had to pack was whatever we could fit in our backpacks. I packed two dresses, pair of pants, three shirts and one skirt. I also packed my Adva doll she's the only toy I played with for years.

Cirrina: *writing*

Nana: My mother was good friends with a man who moved to our village before the war happened. He was a nice inkling man Mr. Doal he offered to help us leave. His son got drafted and passed away early in the midst of combat. He told us about a developing sovereign country called krillarney that was currently taking in anyone and everyone across the world who wanted to get away from the war

Cirrina: *write*..... So how did you get to krillarney

Nana: we were informed that there were fairies and ships offering to help people leave. We set our trip in the middle of the night and met up with Mr. Dole and other people who wanted to leave as well. The walk was 3 hours straight. No brakes, no rest until we made it to the coast and we got onto a ship. It was a squid beak ship if I remember, The S. S. Escargot. We sailed for a week to krillarney making several stops picking others in similar situations.

Cirrina: was it just inkfish who were escaping?

Nana: oh no there were so many people from so many walks of life on the ship. Urchins, fish, cephalopods, Crustaceans. So many were affected by this war. I remember seeing some still wearing their military uniforms. It was their only chance to leave and they took it

Cirrina: when you got to krillarney what was it like? Was different from how it is today.

Nana: Well I can tell you one thing we didn't have these malls, outlets or a nice studio apartment like I have now hehehe. .... When I first got here My mother could only afford a nice small house with two bedrooms. Our neighbor was young octoling and his wife was a bass. They were enlisted in the military for years. When the war started they were completely against it. They were planning on having kids at the time they couldn't do that if they were at war. Unfortunately they weren't able to have kids but they watched me and my sister so many times that they kind of saw us as their kids hehehe

Cirrina: *writing*...... Do you ever think about your old village? What happened to it?

Nana:............. Well....um..... Like I said at the time the high tides didn't affect my home but.............. Soon enough it was............. Everything was wiped out and everyone......... From what I know now....... The water levels have subsided and it is inhabitable but............ I just never went back. Everything I know about that place is gone. My home my toys.....some of my old friends

Cirrina:.... I'm sorry.......

Nana: it's alright love

Cirrina: ....... I think I asked enough questions

Nana: are you sure? I could tell you more

Cirrina: oh that's ok really.... I have enough to write my paper. I have to get home to do my chores

Bayou: alright..... Do you want me to walk you to the fairy dock?

Cirrina: (blush).... well........ok...

Bayou: great..... I'll be right back Nana

Nana: Come back safe

Cirrina:..........................

Bayou:...........................

Cirrina:..................

Bayou:..............you know we have tons of historical sites here if you ever want to check them out..... Add some photos for extra credit

Cirrina: that would be nice but I really need to get home

Bayou: we don't have to do it today.

Cirrina: I leave at the end of the week

Bayou: Well you can plan something for this week maybe Tomorrow maybe?....

Cirrina: I can see.... Yeah I think tomorrow would be good yeah..

Bayou: All right so why don't we meet up here again at 2:00 and I can take you to the lighthouse, The bridge of new beginnings and I can even take you to the museum

Cirrina: Great! It's a date! I mean....uh... No! It's not a date..... it's a day out....an outing yeah it's it's it's an outing we're going out......for the day! We're going out for the day

Bayou:..heheheheheh... Here's my number....... I'll text you tomorrow. See ya Cirrina!

Cirrina: bye..hehehehehe........*sigh*..........

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Assistant director: 'music at midnight'.... Introduction take three!.....(CLAP)

Hitch:go!

Baja: welcome, welcome! Welcome my name is Baja! And this is my co-host Ramon

Ramon: hey!

Baja: I'm very excited to say that this is the first episode of our very new show called 'music at midnight'. What is music at midnight? Well as the names in the title says we're going to be talking about music and it's going to be airing during midnight.

Roman: yep so while we sit here and talk and do interviews. You're going to be sitting on your couch or in your bed and your nice warm jammies.....

Baja: I wish we could wear pajamas

Ramon: Right? We should ask the exacts for a pajama day

Baja: hahahaha...(CLAP)..... All right, let's get started.... Today's music news....... But before we do that, who's who's with us today

Ramon: today we have Kikura sitting in our guest seat

Kikura: hey everyone

Baja: so we Kikura here today and there the guitarist for the band c-side and she's a part of another group riot act.....now Kikura is it true that riot act actually came before the band C-side?

Kikura: uh....oh my cod.......uh wow..... Yeah actually that is true. It did come before C-side... Technically yes but at the time it was not called riot act.... It was actually called 'no boys allowed' uhhehe.... We were in high school that was our original band.... We were in an all-girls school. We were just a couple of weird kids just screwing around... We were all in theater together and we used to hang out under the bleachers and I don't remember who mentioned it but one of us said "wouldn't be funny if we started a band and we had no idea how to play the instruments"....and heh That's how it really started

Baja: it started out as a bit?

Kikura: Yeah it started out as a bit. We started to borrow instruments from The music room and we started to play, used to write music together like we had our own group chat and everything ... It started to get serious during second year of school. It started out as a joke and then just kind of started to really get into it and we really just stopped seeing it as a joke and started seeing it as more of a hobby and soon after we started to book gigs, shows and sets in people's basements. It just kind of took off after that.

Ramon: so what made you join C-side?

Kikura: so C-side started after I met Beika it was a small underground club. He recognized me from my band and he was really excited to see me! He told me that he was a bass player and his old roommate was a drummer and they needed a guitar player. He had a couple songs that he's written and he wanted my opinion on it. He wanted to see if I was able to do a demo track for him.

Baja: *nods*

Kikura: a couple weeks of talking I went to the studio and I met Uotora... He's such a sweetheart oh my cod.... We did rewrites and we wrote some more music. We did some test tracks and 5 hours later I was officially a part of the band...

Baja: what was your first concert like.... You played in sesame hall as the opener for wet floor

Kikura: I was surprisingly calm during the whole show. Really thought I was going to panic and freeze up because this is the first actual concert like a concert concert like it wasn't just a group of people hehehe in a backyard. I remember the crowd wasn't that enthusiastic when we came up but after playing 'click bate' people really just started to really get into it and we just formed a fan base after that.

Ramon: are you still a part of that band? After you released your new album with riot act

Kikura: oh yeah definitely. I'm still a part of the band I'm not going anywhere. This ain't that kind of band. Do we treat each other with respect...hehehe...hm... But no this is just a side project. We all just started talking again and it's just a passion project we're just doing really

Baja: and speaking of passion projects, let's get to the news....Nami one of the members of beloved yet controversial bands front roe has enough that branching off and starting a solo career. Today on Inkstagram she announced that she's working on a new album and writing her own songs she even took a selfie of herself in the studio showing in the recording booth.

Ramon: I think nami's very underrated in the band. It's good to see she's getting out there

Kikura: I'm so happy that she is. I only met her two times. It was during the black square music festival and the seashore awards she is so nice, she's so kind and so pretty. We were talking and I brought up keeping my music in a notebook and she did the same thing too. She has several notebooks of music that she really wants to make but it doesn't really fit the sound of 'squid squad'..... Well I guess it's front roe now but she's kept those book for years... I truly hope she's putting those to good use

Baja: You know this actually isn't her first solo work. She worked on a soundtrack for 'high-rise falling 4'. It was a video game for the gamer boy x system.

Kikura: really?

Raman: Yeah I know that she composed background music for the menu and she also made The third boss Battle song. Man If they ever make the movie of high-rise falling

Baja: they are never going to make that movie.... It's always in production hell for years now

Kikura: I've only played the second and third game in that series, but I heard the movie is going to be starting off with The fifth installment and going backwards which doesn't make any sense

Hitch: what is high-rise falling? I don't know what that is. What are they talking about?

Oshi: It's just a game that these kids play. The audience will know what they're talking about

Ramon: they should bring her back for the movie. It would be really cool if she remixed her original tracks. I love that for him. I'm happy that she's making music. I'm really excited..... What else we have for the news

Baja: SashiMori are no longer doing fall tours or winter tours like they used to

Raman: oh?

Baja: So one of the members, Paul. He's no longer able to travel because he has school so they're going to have to do summer tours

Ramon: that makes sense.... I remember their last tour was during fall during spook fest. Everyone dressed up in costumes and during their last set, people were giving out candy.... Folks was handed a bucket before they got into the arena. it was good candy too like people were getting full size candy bars..... What type of candy do you like? I like gum.... You could never go wrong with gum..... Good flavor, good texture... And you can blow bubbles with it. What about you?

Baja: I enjoy chocolate... I love a good piece of chocolate..... Especially if it has a filling in it like marshmallow or something.....Kikura?

Kikura: I would say I'm a hard candy type of person.... I enjoy jawbreakers

Baja: really

Kikura: Yes, it lasts longer than most candies and..... Besides lollipops It is the only candy that is socially acceptable to take out of your mouth

Hitch: do we have any chocolate sponsors?

Oshi: no but I can get with the marketing team and see what we can do

[one hour of banter later]

Baja: Well folks that's our show! Thank you for being here for our first ever episode. The riot act album will be released on the 22 so make sure you check your local stores for it....now enjoy one of their debut songs 'No planned survivors'

[riot act performing in the back ground]

Mickey: what are the viewerships right now?

Assistant: Right now the viewerships are sitting at 89.4 million...and online..... only 20k views... But that number might rise in the next week

Mickey: [inhale].....[exhale]...... What do you estimate the viewership for ink lab plus?

Assistant: Well..... Judging from the viewership on TV and the viewership on the app we might be able to gain..................... 100 million first episode maybe even more...

Executive: I don't understand it! they talked about video games and then candy, went on a tangent about handbags and backpacks. How is this popular?! This is supposed to be about music and celebrities.

Oshi: Kids today aren't really all that interested in celebrities showing off their fancy cars, expensive clothes and lifestyle. They're bored at that and so are the newer artists. They just want to know who they are as a person....if knowing about their favorite candy and opinions on games keeps them engaged and interested in their music and our show I see no problem with it

Mickey: hmmmm.....

Hitch: I think we might need a meeting for this. I have an idea

Oshi: what's the idea

Hitch: we haven't had that much traction on the app for a while. instead of making a recorded video the next time we film we do a live stream and have the audience involved with the conversation

Mickey: I like that. Keeps the audience engaged and keeps the viewerships high. it saves money on editing

Hitch:......... These kids are going to make us a lot of money

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Neta had 12 kills in one match and 6 of them were mahi

lmao fish was fighting for their life @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

[thingswhatareawesome]

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[theeflowerofcarnage]

If you’re willing pls some details on your bg3 character? They’re so gorgina. I love her. I wanna give her a lil daisy or smth and put it behind her ear. If possible. If not we’ll work something out. Your taste in screenshots is so good and I love seeing other ppls games. Especially when we have more than one in common.

What’s her class? Her name? Any subclasses 🤔

Any reason for The Gale romance, or is it one of those unexplained there is no reason types? Either way they’re cute.

Where does her expertise lie, any backstory you’ve thought of and decided on and willing to share?

What’s her favourite pass time, what’s her usual response to difficult situations be it emotionally or in a fight? Does she believe in a high power?

Much luv, if you decide to answer or not I appreciate your posts no matter the game popping up on my time line <3 just an interested individual passing thru swat me like a fly if necessary and carry on 🤞🏼 I’m glad it seems like ur having a good time, hope ur doing well !

First of all thank you SOO much for asking ❤️❤️❤️ I didn’t think anyone would be that interested <<333 this ask made my day

n ive been thinking over it a lot since getting into act 3, ((im not a dnd expert  sooo consider the follow some silly musings I have on her backstory/abilities 🙈)) 

Tldr is-

Dark Eyes is a Mephistopheles tiefling, she used to be a cleric but I changed her class later to an Archfey Warlock, she is an outlander and worships Kelemvor!!

She was born at sea! her parents were human & lived as merchants. They loved her despite her unexpected infernal heritage, they called her 'dark eyes' for her unusual appearance. She had a relatively happy childhood, she always felt at home in far off places. While sailing to the Sword Coast thier ship was capsized by a storm, her parents and the crew died but she survived, washed ashore near a temple dedicated to Kelemvor. From this point on, her life was marked by a quiet melancholy and deep religious fervor. Her near death experience exposed the capricious nature of fate.

she fully embraced the path of a Cleric of Kelemvor and traveled extensively over all of Faerun giving the last rites to the dying and aiding the departed, until the day she met a dying dryad in a forest, taking pity on her she guided its spirit to the realm beyond gaining the favor of the Faerie Queen Titania, ultimately sealing her fate as an Archfey Warlock.

Among the Fey she was reborn as 'Nemeth' a name given to her by her first lover a Leanan sidhe being. Under the guidance of these fey beings, she embraced life with reckless abandoned, danced among dryads in deep elder forests, and sung the songs of the rusalkas. She inspired poets and was the bane of mortal men, she learned to act in accordance to her own whims rather than being a martyr  - to me she is always very fickle and easy to displease, I've had her hex people for saying rude things to her (looking at u lord whitburn) on the surface she is seems distant but she still has a soft heart, where others fight she likes to wait things out, let others expose themselves, charm and decieve (in a way her and Raphael would get a long very well if they weren't enemies in game hehe)

On the gale romance- well, that was a complete accident what can I say his dorkish nature is bewitching!!

they definitely play off each other well!! If it weren't for Gale she really wouldn't be trying so hard to save others. Being a warlock, she knows better than most that, to give into raw power is to become infinetly more vulnerable to the greater beings that wield it- She wants Gale to understand this!! Despite being a warlock, she still gives patronage to Kelemvor, it’s a big reason why she does not like Mystra's influence over Gale - to her Kelemvor is impartial, fair - he doesn't keep his devotees on a leash and does not interfere in mortal affairs, he is the washing away of these things, the cleansing of all desire. She wants Gale to see that his life is his own- only if he lets go! Anyways in my head she and Gale adopted the tiefling Arabella and sent her away to wizard school or whatever the equilvalent is

[daz4i]

"the characters only have like 4 traits and are super boring" girl i think you're just ignoring all their depth by refusing to engage with them beyond the surface level text

[ravensroleplays]

Random Observation:

Okay, quick disclaimer: I haven’t gotten very far in the Security Breach: Ruin DLC yet by which I mean I haven’t watched all of Markiplier’s videos. However, the other day I ended up running into a spoiler regarding the ‘Gregory’ Cassie talks to in the game.

And given the circumstances, I...can’t help but be reminded of the very first time I wrote Ian.

[veterveter]

Happiest of birthdays to the most dearly beloved @sorrydearie !!!

I have written for the occasion, yet again ill-advisedly. For being lovely & being my friend, you get the *checks notes* angst you pitched to me. There is fluff there though, if you make it to the end. (It's like a reward.)

So it takes Andrés a month before he cracks, all because it becomes tiresome, in the end. To tell Martín a story, and repeat it, and repeat it, and repeat it. To watch their plan turn from a near-complete masterpiece to a work still in progress, to witness their greatest discoveries become undone.

[deezeyrabbidy]

Little Bebe (A Rabbids AU Ficlet)

   Miss Whispers paced back and forth outside of the classroom door, tugging on her left ear nervously as she silently walked about. Letting out an inaudible sigh, her head turned as she paused her pacing, taking a moment to observe the ragged, miserable young rabbid sitting alone at her desk. She watched in solemn silence as the child, not changing her expression in the slightest, slumped further over, tapping her fingers restlessly against the dark, grainy surface of her wooden prison. Her uniform, though spotless, hung like an ill-fitting coat off her frame, wrinkled and worn from countless……….incidents……..she had gotten herself into in the past. 

   Bebe. Bebe G. Carrotkinn. Miss Whispers has only been her teacher for the past three months, but she had known the girl far before this school year. For the past half a decade, Palette Prime’s Blossoming Youths Academy had practically been her full-time home, even during the numerous breaks, holidays, and summer vacations. As far as Miss Whispers knew, she had only been back at her folks’ home a dozen or so times, at most having been away a week at a time, if even that. 

   She wasn’t even sure if she could even fully blame Bebe’s parents. According to what she had heard, Bebe was, actually, a complete and unexpected accident. Mrs. and Mr. Carrotkin had been together since they were in their early 20’s, after a lengthy teenage love affair and struggling to stay together as they pursued higher academics. For being from the very outskirts of the planet, far from the more urban areas surrounding Palettesville, they were far from the stereotypical countryside bumpkins that their parents had turned out to be.

   Alas, despite their academic and financial success, the couple struggled to find any sort of progress with trying to bear a child of their own. No reason for this difficulty could ever be really diagnosed; it just seemed that the Carrotkinns were unlucky when it came to conception. Hell, in their early thirties, they essentially threw in the towel, If they couldn’t raise a family, then they for sure would at least leave an impressive, fruitful legacy together, no children needed. Even more time was devoted to their studies, ranging from documenting growth patterns in the local flora, tracking the migration habitats of various species on a multitude of planets, to even discovering a new, previously undocumented species on a rare occasion. They wrote vast tomes on their findings, observations, and career successes (and sometimes the failures as well). Life, even if it wasn’t as they had planned, was wonderful in it’s own unique way.

   …Cue the pair being well into their mid-forties when, out of absolutely nowhere, Mrs. Carrotkinn was struck by the most intense, unimaginably agonizing of cramps and muscle spasms, leaving her crying and screaming on the floor of her own study as she called for her husband’s aid. With all the ruckus that ensued, he had been almost certain that his beloved was not long for the world anymore as they managed to hitch a (rather awkward) taxi ride to the nearest possible medical center.

   Absolutely nothing could’ve prepared either of them for what occurred in the next several hours afterwards. During the wee hours of a cold, windy night, Bebe was born as what could only be described as a deafeningly-loud bundle of blood-soaked fur and unbearable wailing (even for a baby, everyone found her to somehow be especially cacophonous). The look that had adorned Mrs. Carrotkinn’s face had only been described as completely numbing shock as she was handed her own, newly born daughter, directly into her weary arms. She had, throughout an entire gestation cycle, never had a singular clue that she had been pregnant or even ‘feeling off’ in any way. She had been so engrossed in her recent project (centered around, ironically, the unusually high infant mortality rates amongst multiple local bird populations) that any sign or symptom of an abnormality had flown entirely over her head, as well as her husband’s. The couple who had entirely dedicated their lives to furthering the progression of science had just been thrown the baby they had once wished for a long time ago…

   But it was far from a dream come true whatsoever. They had wanted a baby back then, yes, but now? They had conferences to attend, research expeditions to embark on, and countless academic papers, essays, thesises, etc to write, proofread, re-proofread, publish, revise, rewrite, re-rewrite, re-re-rewrite, republish………..There had been no time, no energy, and no resources whatsoever that they had planned to devote to a child in their lives. Even their bought and unused baby supplies had been sold nearly a decade ago following an especially profitable spring cleaning sale. But, somehow, it got even worse for all of the family.

   The first nights were absolute hell for both parents involved. Nothing could have prepared them for the crying, the screaming, and the almost constant fussing little Bebe would do for almost the entire day and night, rain or shine, fed or not. Their studies, for a while, came to a screeching halt due to the sheer sleep deprivation alone leaving them feeling like husks in their own bodies. “Please, please, for the love of all of Palette Prime, may she please quiet down!”, her mother would plea as she lay in bed, trying desperately to fall back asleep after checking on the baby for the third time in a night… Her wish would be granted, in the most painfully ironic way it could ever be……………

   Despite the frantic scramble to prepare any sort of baby-friendly environment within their expansive homestead, the couple tried to stay optimistic about this situation; they now had someone to share their legacy with on a personal, familial level, and perhaps, with enough care, they could raise her to follow in their footsteps.But somehow, this went downhill faster than a snowball rolled down from the tops of Pristine Peaks. Her education had started at the tender age of two and a half years old; while they had little time to actually deal with her hands on, both parents would sit her down for some at-home schooling. Better to start them early, after all, they both thought. They just wanted to get her started with her words, and at least get her talking before she hit schooling age. Wouldn’t it be grand to see her stand out amongst her peers the moment she walked into the classroom?

   But she just. Didn’t. Seem. To. Get. It. They had tested to see if maybe ,just maybe, she could pick up something a little above the barest of basics. Dog, Cat, Hello Mommy, simple words for simple things. All of their efforts seem to go into one ear and out the other. She had already been late on her first words, and even after months and months of trying, she was as silent and incoherently babbling as ever. She even seemed to be stressed out by all this pressure, her face looking lost and even strained as her parents wept over yet another failed lesson. Walking had gone a tad bit easier, but she had just still gotten sort of a hang on it by age three. It was also around the age of three that her parents were struck with an awful, sudden realization; none of this was normal for a girl her age. She had still not seemed to learn to say a single word. So many of the milestones they had been looking at for childhood development weren’t being hit around the times they should. This could possibly mean that, completely out of their control…….numerous visits to the doctor for months confirmed it,she had been born with an intellectual disability. It felt like a gun had been shot in the room when the diagnosis was read off. Any of the confidence they had built that they could raise their child well was flushed out the window and into the pits below. Nothing, none of the parenting guides, the advice from others, or their plans developed between themselves had prepared them for a situation like this.

   When she finally had hit schooling age, she had, actually, begun talking proper. Still, she was leaps behind other children her age, in both intellectual, social, and emotional development. Their own schooling was beginning to severely impact their careers and had bore few fruits, so, in a bout of desperation for both themselves and their child, paid for her to be cared for and educated at the prestigious boarding school, Blossoming Youths Academy, which taught all children from kindergarten to all the way through high school. Unfortunately, not only was it an expensive admission, but the school was located nearly entirely on the opposite side of Palette Prime. For Bebe, they might as well have just put her in an orphanage; next to no visits, sparsely sent letters, and more often than not she’d be left to stay at the academy for entire breaks at a time. 

   It wasn’t like she was flourishing any better at school, either. Miss Whispers couldn’t even count the amount of times she’d heard Bebe screaming, yelling, and throwing tantrums from multiple classrooms away, usually having to be dragged into the hallway, or, later on, put into school-hour detention for hours at a time. Words stressed her. Words stressed her out so much. Blossoming Youths, being a prestigious school situated in Palette Prime, was, of course, heavily invested in teaching and encouraging students to explore advanced literature, from the works of illustrious poets to the countless novels written by the greatest literary geniuses across the galaxies. And all of it felt like a mountain of hardly legible chicken scratch to little Bebe. She could hardly read books for children her own age, much less what was considered standard reading material according to this establishment. And this was on top of arithmetic, science, arts and music, intergalactic history, and Rosalina-knows how many more seemingly needlessly complicated subjects taught by needlessly strict educators.

   Bebe managed. Barely. Her C’s and occasional B’s were considered a complete disgrace to the school’s image, on top of her ornery, unpredictable, and unladylike behavior. But her parents paid for her every year, now that their finances had gotten back onto a steady track. So, out of financial interest, Bebe was kept in the school’s roster, to her, her peers, and her teachers’ displeasure. She had not made a single friend during her five years at the academy, and for the most part, her peers actually seemed either scared of or greatly annoyed by her presence. 

   Miss Whispers still could remember, less than a year ago, when one of her students had come into class looking utterly miserable and defeated, just about on the verge of tears. Of course, she had asked the girl what had happened. Looking up at her with watery eyes, the girl told her “I failed the Bebe Rule!’, clutching her F-Grade spelling quiz in hand. She had been completely taken a bat, and, with a little more questioning, it appeared the students in Bebe’s own class had set up a strict ‘Bebe Rule’ challenge, where any student who got a worse grade on a test than Bebe would have to do chores for the highest-scoring student in the class. And, when nobody did worse, Bebe would be stuck with the task.

   The student had been the first one to fail the Bebe Rule in over two months.

   As a school year would drag on, her classmates would slowly turn their fear and resentment into outright malice as they grew bolder, more comfortable around her. Being shoved down stairs, pushed against the wall and pelted with leftover food, Bebe was not safe from all forms of torture from kids her age. Everyone was an ace except her. Nobody was quite so dependent on money to simply stay in the school regardless of grades. She was, in their eyes, some stupid, ugly nobody who just made everyone embarrased for her. Her pink ponytail was pulled and yanked about more often than the rope for the school’s bell.She was one of the few students to use a bookbag, purely because she had had her books shoved out of her grip so many times by laughing middle schoolers, sending her scrambling on the floor even if she hadn't tumbled to the ground herself in the process. And, during all three mealtimes throughout the day, she sat by herself, alone at a table closest to the curtained mess hall windows. The only break she got was at the start of every year. When the new peer group would be too unfamiliar with her presence to dare mess with her.

   Miss Whispers took a moment to listen to the children currently playing outdoors in the schoolyard, yelling and giggling and shouting as they undoubtedly were tumbling about the modest play equipment provided for their grade levels. A stark contrast to Bebe’s solitary confinement, she thought solemnly, leaning against the wood panel walls, clipboard in arms with yet another ‘Incident Report’ attached to it. This year by far had been Bebe’s worst yet. The spike in her aggression during the past half a year alone was enough to make any school staffers sweat. She had been a major pushover for the majority of her time attending Blossoming Youths, but it must’ve been her patience that was wearing thin as of late. Bloody noses, black eyes, cracked teeth, Bebe had been pushed into a corner for so many years and now was responding with rage-fueled fisticuffs. Miss Whispers had never seen anything like this in all her years of teaching. Something just felt off about her now. Even more so than before, even. She was nearing the age where young girls were beginning to slowly develop into adulthood, physically and mentally, and ever since the end of her 3rd grade year, Miss Whispers swore she could see a glimpse of all the hidden rage, frustration, and despair in Bebe’s eyes when she so much as glanced at her. Something about her was changing, she could sense it. 

   It’s just that time in her life, she reassured herself with a forced sigh of relief, she’s changing as a growing child, she’ll mellow out as she matures.

   Speaking of maturing, she had just remembered that Bebe’s parents would be expecting an update on their daughter’s wellbeing by the end of the week. While they hardly had the time to write back, Miss Whispers knew that they appreciated knowing their child wasn’t, well, dead or maimed. At least, it would be something to do other than stand outside the classroom like some worn down watchdog…

   With one last check to make sure Bebe was seated at her desk, she slowly made her way, silently, to the teacher’s lounge across the wing. There was plenty of space to write there. The lounge was rather plain compared to the more whimsical, lively decorated elementary classrooms she was used to. But it was quiet. Pushing aside some left-about papers, schedule notes, and curriculum timelines, she pulled a pen from her left breast pocket. She had always preferred to hand-write letters, after all. 

“Dear Mr and Mrs. Carrotkinn,   I regret to inform the both of you that Bebe’s difficulties with controlling her own emotions have not seen significant improvement during the past few weeks since we last wrote to you. However, I do have some more uplifting news regarding her grades; I am proud to say they’ve been the highest she’s ever had in her years here, with only one C in her grades and mostly solid Bs. I’m hoping she continues with this upwards trend moving forwards, as her poor performance academically has been straining the school’s image and stressing out the higher-ups. Other than that, she is in decent enough health, barring some minor injuries from unfortunate scuffles. Oh, also, she’s a growing girl now! I’ve noticed she’s been complaining about aches and pains here and there, and while it’s unfortunate to see her in deeper distress, I’ve also noticed she’s gained a little under an inch this semester alone. All young rabbids have a time where there bodies begin to undergo peculiar changes, and I’m sensing she’s just begun that chapter of her growth. I can already feel she’s becoming more different by the day! I’m sure your dearie will grow into quite the notable woman as she gets older. Until then, I’ll see to her education until the end of the school year

Cheers,

Ms. Penelope Whispers of Blossoming Youths Academy”

[munamania]

anyway. i am going to be SO incredibly livid and angry and throwing an absolute tantrum on thursday if i dont get good feedback on my script.