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love the library. there's no risk. you can take out a book and go "wow this sucks" and just give it back. and when you do that you're still making the library's Number Go Up so you'll be able to roll the dice on even more books. all for the low low price of free/you already paid for it with your tax money so you might as well use it

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Art Nouveau gold and abalone pendant with an opal (via).

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I figure if either one of them truly loves the other, it should work. Otherwise, the curse really oughta be more specific.

I also feel like you could name a baby "True Love" to get around a situation where no actual loving candidates are available. Actually, if I ruled a fantasy kingdom, I would pay people for naming rights to their babies in order to be able to use them to get out of inconvenient curses/prophesies when needed.

This is not referring to any specific story. Answer based only on the information in the question.

We're not asking about what types of love count as "true love," just the question of who must love whom to break the curse.

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Sketch redesign for @revivivivify // Thank you so much again/

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when people are like “the hunger games just stole the plot of battle royale” like listen everything steals from the plot of everything the lion king is just furry hamlet westworld is jurassic park but sexier lost is edgy gilligan’s island there are no original stories and the only good piece of media is jennifer’s body

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"you should be at the club" incorrect "you should be at pirate weekend at the renn fair" well this we cannot refute.

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i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

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In the D&D campaign I'm running with my wife's siblings, one of them learned about how trolls regenerate within minutes of any damage not caused by fire or acid, and then asked why people don't just like. Cage them and eat them, forever. Why there aren't troll meat dungeons in the king's castle as a safeguard against sieges or famines.

And you know, I thought it was a fair question, so I said that if you eat enough troll meat, you start getting troll-y. And then I went further and just treated it like troll flesh is a general contaminant - if you eat enough troll, you'll turn into a troll, but if you bury enough dead troll flesh in a forest, the trees will start growing in strange ways, and will scream and heal and bleed when you hit them with axes.

I liked this idea. So as we played further, I just played around with the idea of Troll Origins, and I came up with something sort of like the Odyssey, but instead stealing Helios's cattle, it was Hathor's, and the horrible, awful, unending immortality was her curse of the army that pillaged her lands. A god of healing does not condemn you to die, she condemns you to live.

And then I got this fun idea for maybe the king that led the army is still kind of alive in the troll taint. Like a sort of literal fisher king. The kingdom is sick because he is, literally, the kingdom. The trees that bleed, bleed his blood and their screams are his screams. He is both the faintly green bear running down the mountain and the faintly green deer and there is no way past this without suffering. He is the entire ecosystem, and he eats nothing but himself and he dreams nothing but death and yet still, on and on and on and on, he lives.

Anyway they're traveling next session so I'm throwing this shit at them. I already have some gross ideas for like. Describing everything like it's a body (flowers red as blood, white as bone, pink as meat, grass fine as hair) then finally throwing horrible living things at them. Trees that grow eyeballs that turn and stare at them, or flowers with teeth instead of petals and trolls that speak in long dead tongues about how they wish they'd never tried to rob a god.

Anyway I'm passing this on because this is my new troll lore and I want it to become canonized in the way that all D&D lore becomes canonized: By having eople read it and go "oh, neat" then start doing that too.

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Author/Illustrator: Secondlina_Isa

Series: Crow Time

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Polyphemus of the SilkWings for @car-vroom-vroom

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It was that time of year to just forget about all the potions and curses left undone at home.

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"No, your bard can't seduce that dragon/eldritch horror/colossal sentient ooze, how would you even fuck it-"

Okay, first off, acts of intimacy encompass so much more than just "phallus goes into orifice," so expand your mind a little bit and stop being so parochial in your concepts of how two consenting creatures can engage in carnal relations, okay?

Second, I never said I was gonna fuck it, I said I wanted to seduce it- to tempt it, to lure it in, to entice it with the prospect of some sort of sensual pleasure. I won't deliver on that prospect, I'm just interested in making that particular creature deeply desire me in one way or another. And then I'll move on.

Yeah, there's several planes of reality my character can't visit anymore, they're just a massive fucking tease and have a LOT of pissed off exes. But they figure it makes for a good story, as long as they keep moving. Anyway, so I'll explain my approach and then you can decide what the DC is for the check?

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"IT WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE A ONESHOT!!!" i scream, desperately clawing at the floor, as the fic drags me back into The Depths to continue writing against my will for the rest of eternity