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I want to scream to the moon about everything I feel.

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I got 3 likes from my last post, so looks like I will be XD

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do I write a second part to that Koba fic I started?

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"tryna strike a cord and its probably a minorrrrrrr" is in the history books now ft THE Serena Williams

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the divide flag. samuel l jackson, a black man, as uncle sam, a personification of the us government, saying that kendricks fast paced raps are too loud, too ghetto. kendrick lamar you artist, say that.

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Some steps I made in my poppy art

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siren

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The King has returned

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I don’t think having connections to previous campaigns was the problem, I think centering your entire backstory around them was.

Orym has a tenuous connection to Kiki, and this manifests in knowing more about what’s happening in the wider political landscape (even if it’s just knowing who the players are). Orym is a fully functional person outside of his connection to Kiki. In fact you can remove his being a Tempest Blade from his backstory and just make him a standard Ashari and it all still makes sense.

Bertrand went to the Hells with VM, but other than being able to name drop them, he didn’t have much going on with them.

Ashton having Dunamancy Juice in his brain made for some interesting conversations with Essek, and Caleb, and the Bright Queen. But he had other shit going on between the Titans and trying to keep his suicidal robot friend alive, and finding out what happened to him as a kid, that if you took the Dunamancy Juice out there’s still something to dig into.

Laudna’s whole deal though is/was Delilah. You can’t separate her from that callback, you can’t ignore it. It’s there, all the time. And it means that on some level Laudna is a problem the Vox Machina needs to deal with, it means spending time in White Stone, it means interacting with Vox Machina. It means introducing those characters into C3 in a way that you can’t take back or move past.

And it’s funny, because the people I see complain the most about ‘Bells Hells getting sidelined in their own campaign’ are generally Laudna/Imodna stans. Your girl’s the one who opened that door, and once it was opened there was no closing it again.

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kudos to jorge for continually making the release of the ithaca saga an immersive experience by going to ithaca itself, missing the ferry, getting caught in a storm, and having the livestream delayed. can’t wait to see everyone in ten years for the final album!

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Wait, is Orym's bananas high perception a trauma response to not spotting the assassins that killed his husband coming? Is it literally 'Nobody will ever be able to sneak up on the people I care about like that again?'

Like, in my head, I was going 'oh haha, this is Liam trying to make the perfect counter to someone like Vax, someone who can beat a high level rogue's minimum stealth role,' but like... in character? In character this is a man who has decided he'll never let anyone catch him unawares again.

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should I write another fanfic? And if so, for which fandom?? I NEED IDEAS PEOPLE. I am gnawing at the bit to write something!

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I love stories.

And i need stories with big feelings - not the little ones. Let the plot rip my heart out. Leave me crying over the regret of a character. Let me sob about the purest of hearts and the softest words (un)spoken. End me with the worst possible outcome of the story.

Let the fictional hurt weight heavier than the weltschmerz I carry around daily.

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Lantern Part 3

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Where's that tweet about people still living long fulfilling lives even through the fall of the roman empire because I think about it constantly

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i made a gift for my fellow americans. feel free to steal and put it wherever

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Between Daggers & Oaths | SNEAK PEEK

I ran my fingers over the delicate embroidery, white threads weaving shapes of desert lilies and curling ferns, soft beneath my touch. They wound around the hem and sleeves, flaring ever so slightly at my wrists. An intricate dance of petal and vine. Even the beads, tiny and white like pearls, were sewn with care into the design, catching and holding the light in a way that made them glimmer, like stars against a dusk sky. I never did care much for jewels, but these beads... they were more like memory than opulence. Like pieces of the oasis, sewn into the fabric that wrapped around me.

A soft veil, as light as morning mist, draped over my shoulders, trailing down my back. I tugged at the edges, smoothing the sheer white fabric as it fell, its embroidered trim fluttering like wind-kissed sands. It could hide my face if I wished, veil the edges of my expression behind delicate swirls of thread.

And around my neck, the rose quartz stones polished to a pale pink glow, strung together with simple gold. They held a warmth in their core, almost as if they remembered the desert heat. Perhaps that was why I favored them.

My slippers, soft against the stone floor, were dyed to match the dusty rose of my gown. Simple, with only a few white beads stitched in delicate designs, but practical.

I turned, letting the gown sweep around me in a swirl of pink and white. It was a vision of a desert bloom, I supposed. A reminder of what I was meant to be. But as I looked at my reflection, all I could see was the weight of it. Of duty. Of the countless eyes watching, waiting to see if I would rise or break beneath the promise of peace.

This was a dress for a princess. For a hopebearer. And tonight, I needed to become her.