#int :: ( answered )

[dirtyassvoiceactors]

PATIA’S ORB TO CROKAS! YES!

Library of Alexandria to a Monk, so i see Ioun also has a type

Liam: “You gave Killer Croc all the knowledge of the ancient world”

Brennan: “Because when you give it to smarties, we saw what happens”

Yep give it to monks, they’re like “I don’t need to learn arcane magic to make time stop, I’ll run so fast and punch you so hard in the face time might as well have stopped!”

And holy shit Crokas isn’t a blue dragonborn but with the Kord belt he can shoot lighting like one, ya know like a COBALT dragon

[patrothestupid]

*The secret rock that'll heal your snout*

[radiaking]

@atomiqueen is playing w/fire: *steals his hat and puts it on*

        He tilts his head to the side, concealing his amusement. For now. "Y'know, there used to be this...rule, of sorts, about puttin' a cowboy's hat on." A pause, brows raising in question. "Now, I'm gonna go ahead and guess you ain't never heard that rule before, huh?"

[ask-the-ultimate-cosplayer]

*As Tori was going on about his day, he bumps into a familiar face. it was Monodam, Monokuma's second youngest cub. Monodam looks at Tori for a bit before waving.*

Monodam: "Hello there. Tori, was it?" @human-monodam

"Monodam, hi! How've you been? It's been a while!" Tori grinned, shoving his phone back into his pocket. "Anything new?"

@human-monodam

[themetaisawesome]

With the disclaimer that everyone uses the standard point array and sometimes certain stats just can't be that high,

[atomiqueen]

♔ — memes / accepting!

@radiaking said: 46. sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way .

        The first shots fire from somewhere neither of them is expecting, so quiet Lucy almost doesn't realize what the sound is. Fwip, fwip. And her whole body jerks like she's a marionette and someone's pulling her strings: First back as a bullet pearls into her shoulder, then doubling over as another finds her hip.

        Then the Ghoul has her before she can hit the ground. There's a rush of air around her ears and the sound of more gunfire. He dumps her behind a pile of stone and steel rubble with a grumbled, “Stay.”

        “Where d'you think I'm gonna go?” she asks in a daze. It doesn't seem to hurt yet. That's not right. She should be in pain...

[luciferprideaskblog]

Boops nose.

Hmm? Oh.. hey there.

It's been a while now.

How's things going?

[rooksgambits]

↪ memes / accepting!

@radiaking said: ❝ i’ve had a lifetime’s fill of watching little men puff themselves up with grand titles. ❞

        “and now you've had to suffer one more,” she says, simply, as they move to exit the throne room. she is eager to get out from under the eyes of baldur's gate's nobility. she can only imagine how many of them have tadpoles themselves, if wyll's father does. still, she can sense the ghoul's trepidation over her agreeing to work with enver gortash. “i've told you: i'm good at telling people what they want to hear.” 

[ocprompts]

I only followed recently so you don't have to use these if you've done something too similar before. also you can rephrase them if they're awkwardly phrased.

Why is your OC named what they're named? Is there a different reason in-universe than out-of-universe?

Does your OC consider themself a cat person or a dog person?

If your OC was a pokemon gym leader, what type would they specialize in?

How does your OC decorate their room?

Does your OC share their room with anyone? A sibling, a partner, a pet..?

How many pillows does your OC sleep with?

Does your OC have an outfit that they never or almost never wear, but still keep?

What is the most illegal thing your OC has done?

Has your OC's favorite color ever changed? How?

Can your OC solve a Rubik's cube?

Does your OC collect anything?

What does/did your OC do with their old school work?

Does your OC prefer to sleep with their door open or closed?

How many times can your OC wear an article of clothing before they decide to wash it? And how does this compare to how actually dirty it is?

What does your OC have hung on the front of their fridge?

If your OC was a magical girl (gender neutral), what would their theme color be?

What kind of animal(s) are/were your OCs stuffed toys?

Is your OC any good at keeping plants alive?

How many ties does your OC own, and how often do they actually wear them?

Has your OC ever had any dental issues?

What kind of animal represents your OC, is it the same animal they think represents them, and is it their favorite animal?

Is your OC a fan of glow-in-the-dark items?

If your OC's life/story was a game, what kind of game would it be?

What books does your OC own, and why?

How much spam email does your OC get? And is it their own fault for signing up for it?

Does your OC have any mail subscriptions?

How many YouTube channels is your OC subscribed to?

How does your OC organize their phone gallery?

How often does your OC get a new phone?

What OS does your OC use on their computer? Did they pick it specifically, or did they just get a random computer and stick with whatever the default OS was?

How hard would it be to crack your OC's password?

How easily does your OC remember their own password(s)?

What age did your OC stop trick-or-treating? Dressing up?

When did your OC stop believing in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy?

How much money did your OC get from the tooth fairy when they lost a tooth?

Does your OC know how to make flower crowns?

Does your OC like hiking?

How good is your OC at remembering dates like birthdays and anniversaries?

Does your OC have the same political views as their parents? How have they affected each other?

What is your OC's favorite ice cream flavor?

When ordering a drink or treat, does your OC get small, medium, or large?

Does your OC like eating mushrooms?

Is there any birthday or Christmas gift that your OC is guaranteed to love?

Where does your OC get their groceries?

How well does your OC drive, and how does that compare to how well they think they can drive?

Does/did your OC make or buy their Halloween costumes?

Were your OC's Halloween costumes "normal" things, or were they weird or unique?

How big were your OC's birthday parties?

How often does your OC move houses?

Does your OC like garage sales?

Can your OC change a tire?

Who raised your OC when they were growing up?

How good is your OC at estimating distances, sizes, and measurements?

If you were trapped in an elevator with your OC, how long could you stand each other, and who would break first?

Does your OC have a good poker face?

How messy is your OC's bedroom?

How big are/were your OC's classes in school?

What is/was your OC's favorite school subject?

How is/was your OC's relationship with their teachers?

How bad do the holes in your OC's socks have to be for them to get rid of them?

How many pairs of shoes does your OC own?

Is your OC a hat person?

Has your OC won any awards or medals, and if so, what for?

What music genre(s) does your OC prefer?

How often does your OC buy things they immediately regret?

How often does your OC see wild animals?

What's the biggest animal your OC thinks they could take in a fight, and what's the biggest animal they could actually take in a fight?

How often does your OC lie?

What is your OC's preferred method of payment? Cash, credit, debit, cheque, bank transfer, app like paypal..?

How much money would it take to get your OC to kill someone?

What is your OC's sleep schedule like?

How well does your OC get along with their siblings?

How far is your OC willing to bend their morals for someone they love?

If someone close to your OC became a zombie, would your OC be able to shoot them?

How would your OC fare in a zombie apocalypse?

How is your OC at spelling?

How many languages does your OC speak?

How good is your OC's immune system?

At a carnival, what kind of food would your OC get?

Does your OC consider candy "food"?

What are your OC's favorite and least favorite household chores?

How does your OC feel about sex jokes?

What's your OC's alcohol tolerance like?

Does/did your OC decorate their locker in school?

If money wasn't an issue, what would your OC spend their days doing?

Does your OC enjoy puzzles like crosswords and sudoku?

How much facial hair can your OC grow?

How much jewelry does your OC wear?

How many piercings does your OC have?

How often does your OC need to use the bathroom?

How much does your OC care what others think of them?

Does your OC usually pick heads or tails?

What's your OC's rock-paper-scissors strategy?

Does your OC like shopping?

Why does your OC style their hair the way they do?

How does your OC feel about bugs?

Does your OC know how to perform CPR?

Has your OC ever been to the hospital? What for?

How many seconds does your OC allow for the 3/5/10-second-rule?

Does your OC keep broken, used, or worn-out items for sentimental reasons?

What makes a place "home" for your OC?

hi im literally in love with you <2

[karls-sleepy]

Some asks from the discord >:]

[inaconstantstateofchange]

Inquiring minds want to see your take...8 INT Tav meets Haarlep in the Boudoir.

asjdaksjdasd oh my god okay, well obviously taking massive inspiration from your og: 8 INT Tav

this got... impossibly long. don't blame me, blame the two competing peacocks.

Raphael rematerializes within the familiar walls of his bedroom, still pinching the bridge of his nose. He normally prefers to arrive at the front hall, to allow his servants to see and feel his presence in their midst, but today… He’ll grant himself an allowance, just this once. A familiar rustle of wings unfurling has him spinning around, looking for the slightest opening to lash out and satisfy even some portion of his wounded pride. He is not kept waiting long. 

Haarlep’s mockingly dulcet voice lilts out of the shadows across the room, eyes alight with glee. “How was the visit with your dear paramour, Unseelie lord?” 

Raphael raises a clawed fist in their direction, discordant notes like distant screams gathering at the tips. Haarlep leans forward with anticipation, the byplay between them familiar if not yet entirely banal. Just before he releases it, tips them over the edge into simple violence that might ease but not soothe the indignity he has suffered today – and every day since meeting that impertinent, irritating girl – a thought strikes him. He grins, slow and toothy.

Haarlep is far too accomplished a fiend to do anything so obvious as blanch, but they do blink twice in rapid succession, a clear sign of their startlement from one who knows them as well as he. It is not often that he misses a step in their masquerade. 

Letting the accrued magic dissipate entirely, Raphael raises his hands to his mouth in an expression of carefree thought, a fine and cutting edge to it that he knows the other feels. 

“Why, how delightfully cordial of you to ask after her, Haarlep. In fact, she has been doing the same, nigh incessantly!” He watches the other’s face with barely-hidden glee, tracking every visible micro-expression. 

Another blink. Confusion. Haarlep doesn’t see the game yet. And, after all, how could they? That girl is absolutely incalculable. Raphael soothes his vexation with the thought that, at least this time, he can make someone else play the victim to her unique form of nescience. 

A brief mantling of the wings. They have determined their gambit then. With a sultry movement of their arm, Haarlep gestures to themself. “But of course! Who could possibly resist such a delicacy in truth? I am glad to hear the little darling has come to her senses and reconsidered.”

Raphael lets them preen, their eyes still watchful behind their long lashes, a moment longer, then claps his hands sharply. 

“That’s settled then. I’ll be just a moment, and then the two of you can get reacquainted.” He lets some portion of his own power rise around him for just a moment. No need to put too fine a point on it. “And, Haarlep? I do expect you to give a more proper welcome to guests of the House in future.”

Haarlep looks away for that moment, a pretense at nonchalance, but Raphael trusts his message has been received. He discorporates himself with a moment’s thought, feeling a malefic cheer rising as he considers the treat in store for him. 

Haarlep remains where they stand, loath to cede more ground and mistrustful of this turn of their little brat’s whims. They cast back to their first, brief meeting with the subject of his – unwitting and unwilling – current attentions, but nothing materializes that could explain the specific turn of his disposition. She had been too insipid to intrigue, yet somehow survived her visit unscathed where countless others had not. 

Their thoughts are suspended by the familiar metaphysical crackle that heralds the rematerialization of Raphael’s preferred method of conveyance. This time, he does not arrive alone. Held stiff and distrustful within the loose circle of his arms is… her. The moment she sets her eyes on Haarlep, they go limpid and soft.

Raphael speaks, face inscrutable but voice tremulous with his mirth, “See, dear one, I told you I’d had a… crisis of conscience. You’ve worn me down with your keen moral arguments, and I’m prepared to… see sense, and let you speak to Haarlep again.”

Haarlep blinks, genuinely caught off guard for one of the first times in recent memory. What… is going on. 

The girl steps forward, turning back to give Raphael a solemn, approving look, before approaching Haarlep tentatively. It is, however, not with the understandable caution they are accustomed to from mortals, but rather underpinned by something saccharine and soppy. Their well-honed survival instincts prick at them as she opens her mouth, warning them without even a bare moment to flee that whatever comes out of it will be harrowing indeed. 

“I know, Haarlep. I know what you are.” She reached out toward them with  supplicant hands. “You aren’t stuck here. You can be free.”

Haarlep blinks once, then again. “... What.”

She elaborates, but does not in any way elucidate. “I’ve seen this before, you know. It’s not hopeless. Whatever these fey have told you, your nature does not make you one of them. You belong on the Material Plane, with others like you.”

Behind her, Raphael’s face begins to crack into a grin worthy of a true fiend. Haarlep’s distrust is growing exponentially with each passing moment. They paste on a smile and lean forward, “Others… like me. And just what would those others be, little interloper?” 

“Oh, Haarlep…” To his stark disgust, a single tear drips from one eye. Gleeful micro-vibrations emanate from Raphael, propagating a shimmering haze around him. 

She continues on, after a brief pause in which she stares at him mournfully, “A changeling, of course. I’m so sorry you’ve fallen prey to their lies, that you had to find out this way.” 

She clenches her fist, a mawkish determination filling her entire body. “I’ll find a way to free you. I promise.”

[Haarlep.exe has stopped responding.] 

On the resounding heels of the vacuum left by her pronouncement, Raphael vibrates himself into the wall of the next room over. His cackling still reaches them unimpeded.

[radiaking]

@atomiqueen said: They’ve finally found one. A body of water that’s not irradiated. Lucy lets out a chipper sound and starts unzipping her vault suit and casts it aside, glancing back over her shoulder to find John watching her with consternation. “What?” She shrugs, reaches down, and pulls her shirt off over her head. “I’m taking a bath.”

        He hadn't thought he was an easy man to shock...until he met Lucy MacLean. Nearly every day she leaves him puzzled in some way. Already he's come to expect some level of unpredictability from her but this really throws him. At least a dozen different thoughts run through his mind as he stares after her slack jawed while she begins to disrobe with impunity right in front of him.

        He ought to look away—for his own sake—but he doesn't bother. Nor does he say anything in protest; she's stunned him into silence.

[nashdoesstuff]

Heyyyyyy so do you realize you’re weird? Like GENUINELY do you realize it?

The fact you OPENLY support proshipping is fucking weird, and gross. The whole “fiction doesn’t affect reality” spiel is a dumb argument because it does. Many use proshipping as a way to get the confidence to actually do that stuff IRL, using the new internet term “proshipping” to hide behind what they truly are, fucking perverts. “but what if it’s a trauma response due to them being a victim themselves?” Simple, do NOT enable them. Mental health professionals LITERALLY say to never enable someone who’s mentally unwell, it can lead to drastic consequences. If someone is using perverted ideas to make themselves feel better for their past trauma, they shouldn’t have any platform or attention. Take Alfred’s playhouse for example, that show is a cry from help from the publisher about their own trauma, and because of the enabling they received from fans EGGING them on they had yet another mental spiral which caused that person to post anti-Semitic things in their terrible mental state. People like you enable these either mentally unwell people, or perverted people. Do you know kid-on-kid sexual assault happens? Do you know sibling-on-sibling sexual assault happens? It’s never just adults who can do this, proshippers are not just adults. They’re a sub-genre of people on the internet who need to be hospitalized for their own, and everyone else’s safety. I’d say you’re just simply uninformed, buts that’s a lie. You’re ignorant to the whole topic on purpose, your ignorance LITERALLY affects the real world. No one should get death threats for shipping, but the fact you actively allow and support it is fucking weird.

Second, your overall victim attitude is atrocious. I swear every other post you make is you victimizing yourself in some way shape or form. You never actually acknowledge ways you could either fix, deal with, or try and make yourself better. You let yourself be a never ending cycle of “I’m a victim!” Over and over again and doing that you bring down the voices of other people who are actually victims. People like you make people ignore actual people who need help because people like you cry wolf OVER and OVER again.

And lastly, you LOVE trans people… in a weird way. This almost fetishization you have over trans-women in particular makes people uncomfortable. You conveniently ignore every aspect about a character to make them trans, which in itself is okay, but it’s the fact you make that their WHOLE personality. The whole headcanon/character now being about how they’re trans and how “silly” it is. Please stfu.

I’d say some common words about how I’d recommend you change your viewpoint, maybe how I’d even open my dms to talk this out, but I don’t think you have the maturity to even stomach what I’d suggest. With your constant victimization of yourself, I don’t put it past you to actually say or do anything different after this post. Instead I believe you’re gonna get your little tumblr-fucks to cry and grovel at your feet while you make a response saying how I’m a terrible person. These acts of non-accountability and overwhelmingly narcissistic behavior is seen throughout your account. I don’t think you’re necessarily a bad person, I just think you heard from a therapist you have a problem, and then announced it to the whole world that because you have that problem, every other thing or inconvenience in the world is now because of that problem. I hope you read this and self reflect on who you are, your moral standpoint, and how you could change your actions to better perceive yourself as a functioning human and a society. Please get help, and this time don’t pull the “I’m neurodivergent!” Card out of your ass as the excuse.

- Love, anonymous :)

okay. save this for english class, might get you a c

[atomiqueen]

♔ — memes / accepting!

@radiaking said: ❛ i’ll never be that me again. ❜

        Lucy says nothing at first. Doesn't even look at him, really. It still hurts. She's still angry. And he's still refusing to give her any explanation for his actions. “Don't worry,” she says, patting Four on the head as the dog pants in the afternoon heat. “I wasn't expecting you could be.”

[wheeboo]

babes come get your man

TOMO WHY WOOLD U FCKIFNG DO THIS TO ME ?!\€|€€]**]’&/:;):$$:&:&:&

HES SO FUCKING FINE IM GONNA SCTEAM

[resettingprogress]

↦ . . .

[It's been... more ðan þree days. Why did he wait for so long?]

[@shady-item-shop]

[he appeared and looked around] "hellooooo???"