#I'm mentally preparing for all the thirst tags

[mycatismyfriend]

Angel the Series | 3x06 "Billy"

[tavyliasin]

Boundaries and Parasocial Relationships (I will only say this once)

This is the ONLY post I will be making on the matter, so please feel free to skip if you do not want to hear it again, and don't worry you don't need to hide me to avoid discourse - the rest of my content will remain firmly with only SMUTFIC FAN FUN.

So let's start with the simple. Actors, performers, celebrities: They are PEOPLE with LIVES. They are not CHARACTERS. Paying them for a service does not include the right to cross their boundaries. Just like tipping someone working food service does not give you a pass to harrass them either.

If you feel the need to request something smutty from an actor/celebrity, STOP. THINK. THIS IS WHAT FAN CREATORS ARE HERE FOR!

I'm not saying that you can act inappropriately towards fan creators, I'm saying that those of us making NSFW content are already prepared to hear the horny requests, the thirst comments towards the characters on our posts, the headcanons and self inserts and all of that. Of course you should never expect a creator to make your ideas into fic or art, and asking politely is always preferred. Whilst fic writers generally cannot take paid commissions, artists can and do, so you should also consider commissioning what you want to see and never expect art for free. Sometimes we hear a good idea, though, and get really inspired! We draw or write it because we hear it and thing "well yes darling actually that's very hot" or even "that sounds like a challenge, it could be fun!"

For anyone still confused about what is appropriate or not, please read this article about Parasocial Relationships

It is important to recognise for your own mental health when fandom is going too far, and to keep the right boundaries for everyone. It is very easy to get carried away with excitement, especially when some performers might share a few risqué pieces of art or content, but when they're sharing it like that it is on their terms, on their time. Making requests during a live stream or through cameo is not the same. I'd also add to think before sharing any NSFW art, fic, or other creations directly to performers - if they haven't asked for it don't send it. Don't tag them in it, either - they have families, careers, and may not want to be as visibly linked to literal porn. If they're looking for that content and want to see it, they will find it. That also applies to sharing other peoples' NSFW creations to the performers or tagging them in replies - unless they specifically state they want to see the content, don't.

FINAL NOTE

This fan community has so much potential. We have proven we can be awarded "Community of the Year". We can love and support one another, we can keep each other safe, we can be a rock in the storm and the cheerleading squad that each other need in so many situations. Let's keep it that way. Be kind, to each other and to the performers. Remember, the words on the screen are not written by unfeeling robots, we are all very real people with thoughts and emotions and lives. Now go out there. Make the world a brighter place, and keep creating the fan content we all love so very dearly, darlings, but do it right.

SAFE, SANE, CONSENTING. Check in on the safety, mental health, and boundaries in all of your interactions.

And one last time, to learn more about parasocial relationships and how to handle interactions with famous people:

Click Here for the full article.

[hackshaw-d]

Indie horror/crime oc. Selective. Plot-heavy. Multi-para & novella. Must be 21+ to interact.

Winters in Russia are cold. Death is colder. A lifetime of sorrows was definitely not enough to prepare him for the greatest of them all — coming back. Sometimes the past won't go away, and sometimes —oh, sometimes— the buried won't stay dead either. What do you do with infinite lifetimes, a thirst for revenge, and a frustrated fucking deathwish?

A legacy of: love and hate, life and death, remembering you will die, killing what consumes you and consuming what kills you, choosing gentleness in the face of abject horror, and forgetting to forgive but remembering to remember.

Content warning: Horror and mature themes will be present. This blog includes depictions of: mental illness and trauma, alcohol and drug use, death (intentional and accidental). This blog also includes mentions of abuse, domestic violence, and sexual assault. Religious (Catholic) themes and imagery frequently occur. No triggers will be tagged. Reader discretion is advised.

As memorialized by Charlie (she/her, 27) since 2013. GMT-4:00. English/Spanish.

About Dmitry [ full bio ]

Half-Russian, half-American, full nerd. After being raised in a household dominated by his abusive father, druglord by excellence, he took matters into his own hands. That is, he killed the guy... and eventually, himself. Then he came back, a little less human, a little more angel. He roams the city with his sometimes-human, sometimes-cat Lisbeth [ @deadlist ]. Death seems to have an affinity for him, and he doesn't seem to care. On the contrary, he actively pursues paths that lead to death. An artist and hopeless romantic, Dmitry never fails to see beauty in living. He's just bad at remembering that, and bad at staying dead. He has never met a challenge capable of dissuading him once he's made up his mind. True, he's the poster boy for several chapters in the DSM, but you can't have it all, can you?

Guidelines

Basic stuff: be kind, be respectful. Mun ≠ muse, just because a muse does something questionable or even awful doesn't mean I as the writer endorse it.

I enjoy writing longer replies but I generally will match your length and don't mind so long as there's something to reply to. I enjoy using gifs, not static icons, but I can also do text-only replies.

I will be extremely selective regarding new ships, giving preference to ships I already have or ships with writers I've known for a long time. This blog is multiship, in that regard. Similarly, I will be extremely selective about writing sex scenes.

I enjoy writing out interactions between characters organically, so I'd rather not assume pre-existing connections unless we've discussed it prior.

Saying this again because it's important: I won't be tagging triggers, it'd be too much to keep track of. I will however gladly discuss with you if there's topics you want to avoid/skirt over in our threads. Just let me know and I'll keep it in mind.

If you're using unreadable font in your info pages or blog, I won't bother. I'm here to read and write, not to increase my glasses prescription.

I archive my blog using the Internet Archive's Wayback Machine. If you don't want your content archived, do not interact.

I account-hop often. If you can't reach me here, message me at @acidcorrodes. Additionally, I prioritize replies to my 1x1 roleplay at @nyantry using Dmitry also. You're welcome to read, but I'm highly selective with interactions there.

Republicans DNI.

Note: I will often include Lisbeth (as a cat or as a human) in threads. I write her at my sideblog [ @deadlist ] as the main character instead, whereas here I'm focusing on Dmitry as the main character. The two are, however, inseparable and they exist in the same universe and timelines, so anything that happens here or at her sideblog may be referenced in the other in any threads that occur in the same verse. The separation into a sideblog is just for my own convenience.

Previously: dmitryhackshaw -> nyantry -> @acidxcorrodes -> @acidcorrodes

Other blogs: @camsweb, @deadlist, @nyantry

Tags: meme tag, starter tag, headcanon tag

Last updated: 2024-11-18

[thebluntstudent]

a little introductory .☆•°. chaos babble #1

(Will be doing a few different types of blog posts and content here- when I want to vent current study progress for my own motivation in an informal rambling drabble, you can expect a chaotic babble. When I finally set up my blog theme, I'll create a little directory for post tags)

honestly this is an alt blog to give me some motivation to get my academic sh*t together once again so I can become the philosophy queenie I always wanted to be ~ so a little academic context (if you want more personal info then go stalk my main blog and excuse the fallout thirst):

For a whole load of reasons and context I don't need to provide, by the time I finished my first year of university at 20 in 2022, my mental health was at an all time low and a variety of family issues present at the time caused me to decide to take an interruption year.

I had for the first time in my academic history outright failed an exam despite revising for hours on the topic due to constantly feeling overwhelmed and not looking after myself physically due to over-commitment to societies and hall committee roles; I had also for the first time gotten to a point where I had missed handing in an essay completely- which for somebody who's self-worth had for my entire life been centred around my grades and academic abilities was a hefty blow to my self-efficacy.

I was intending to work on my mental health and begin to resolve my trauma on my interruption year, and up until April 2023 this was going quite well; I had begun volunteering at a group for adults with disabilities that my older brother attended, I was keeping up with my academic studies by exploring areas of philosophy I hadn't yet had the chance to without the time pressure or expectations an educational institute mandates, and was preparing eagerly for resits and deferrals from the end of my first year.

Between April 2023 and August 2023, I lost my last remaining grandparents, and one of the two cats I had grown up with. The grief also worsened existing family circumstances that had begun to heal slowly over the prior few years, and due to failing an exam that summer for a second time, once again having to defer an essay, and visiting a doctor about my anxiety a month before I was due to return to university only to be told 'well not much I can do when you're going to be 120 miles away in a few weeks'- I wasn't quite prepared to return in 2023 either.

As of writing this it is May 2024. I did a lot of mental healing through winter- and despite the fact I had to cope with a lot of chaos the first few months of this year, and despite the fact my hormones have been protesting agaimst me for the last two months in what so far is looking to be PCOS, I handed in my last remaining essay from year one and have one last exam to do, in seven days from now.

It is the only module I have failed to pass an exam for. It is the only thing left (well aside from the potential PCOS, and finding a place to live in London in this economy as a working class lass, sigh) between me and finally returning to my dream degree at a university I took an extra year at college to make sure I would get into- between me and breaking a chain, and defying a stereotype about broken homes and council estates. I have to remind myself of my motivations, so that when I am hopeless I remember what got me this far, and what I have left to prove. That is what this is all about.

where I am at right now, in this moment:

The topic is intermediate logic, and I hate that for me. I signed up without realising that however fabulous it is to be able to understand inductive reasoning through the power of symbols, this is essentially maths in disguise. It is for me the chocolate-covered sprout of the modules I chose: sweet on the surface, definitely good for you, but a stinky experience for the senses when you actually get into the thick of it.

I'm 2 out of 9 topics down in terms of reviewing content with active recall, and tonight I'm going to keep going for a couple of hours- I've not been able to sleep much more than 6 hours recently, so thankfully a couple late night study sessions are honestly a distraction from the general nuisance my body is hurling my way at the minute.

Plan for the next session is to get through at least one more topic review, two at a push depending on how long the first takes (so many formulas. so many.) and also to create a little reminder on my break for me and anyone out there in the void of ways to compromise study and self-care in less than ideal conditions <3

[mcwriting]

the press junket

based on this request by @i-dont-need-anymore (won't let me tag sadly)

takes place after the shower scene and the premiere

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1546

Warnings: seggsual innuendos lol

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"Babe come on, what are you doing?" you called to Tom across the hotel suite. "We're going to be late and that will look quite bad considering the news."

"Coming! Coming," Tom exclaimed as he rushed into the living room, hopping as he tried to pull on a shoe. "Sorry, couldn't find my good socks."

"I told you I put them by the sink."

"Yeah, but sometimes I'm dumb and don't listen," he said slyly, standing to kiss you and make it all better.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a shove.

"If that ain't the truth... Now let's go, we need to figure out a game plan for answering questions now that everyone and their mom has seen those pictures of us."

You both rushed out the door towards the elevator to find the right floor, where the film's PR team had set up shop for journalists to come, interview, and go.

"What do you mean a game plan? Why not just tell the truth?"

Despite your impending tardiness, you stopped in your tracks.

"Thomas. We cannot go down there and tell that bunch of hungry sharks that we got together after filming the scene that has everyone talking. No, we're going to keep it simple. Tell them we started dating after filming wrapped and somehow kept it secret until last weekend, right?"

You started walking again, pressing the elevator button and tapping your toes while you waited.

"Darling, I just don't think that's a good idea. You know how I am with keeping regular secrets. I kept ours for so long that I don't think I can physically lie about it anymore."

"Well let's just hope that have us in a room together so I can do all the talking," you smirked as the doors dinged and opened, revealing a bustling hall full of agents, assistants, talent, and journalists as they prepared for the long day of interviews.

Immediately you were both swept into a break room to talk to your teams before getting started, quickly learning that you and Tom would be spending half a day apart and the other half together.

Great.

"So the truth it is?" Tom whispered, giving you a look.

You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"And it shall set us free, I guess."

It wasn't long before you go whisked away to individual rooms, finding that next to you the entire time would be a blown up poster of you.

Time passed quickly as you completed your individual interviews. Of course, you got asked plenty about you and Tom, but most of the journalists were required to keep movie details secret, so they didn't attribute it to your scene.

Finally, though, you were able to get up, stretch your legs, and have lunch while you waited for Tom to finish up.

"How'd it go?" you asked as soon as he got in to the green room, barely giving him time to get his bearings.

"Usual. Plenty of questions about you but nothing too terrible. And you? They ask you anything too weird or personal? Do I need to threaten anyone?"

"First of all, if either of us would do any threatening, it would be me. Everyone knows you're too precious for that," you explained, giving Tom a pat on the cheek and a quick kiss. "And second, no, nothing happened. Just the same recycled questions every ten minutes."

Tom smiled and kissed your head.

"I guess I can agree on the threatening part. At least we'll be in the same room the rest of the day. Apparently we're going to read thirst tweets. That should be fun!"

Your jaw dropped slightly as you pulled away and looked Tom in the eyes to see that he was being serious.

"Are you... You actually want to read thirst tweets? You can barely handle people on instagram live asking you to marry them."

"Yeah, but, at least you'll be there."

You shook your head and laughed, mentally preparing for an uncomfortable afternoon.

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"Hi I'm Tom Holland."

"And I'm y/n y/l/n."

"And you're watching thirst tweets," you said in unison, followed with a laugh.

You had gotten through another round of regular interviews with Tom and were happy to be taking a break from normal interrogation, now moving on to the media companies that opted for the "fun" kinds of interviews to finish out the day.

"So now that the world knows we're dating, stan twitter has been going crazy, so it only seemed right to read some of our most recent and thirstiest tweets," you explained.

"I'm interested to see what we get. I haven't read any comments since those pictures got out, so I'm a bit nervous. They were already pretty crazy before."

"So do you want to start or should I?" you asked, holding up the large plastic jug containing your printed tweets.

"Ladies first, I suppose," Tom offered, giving you the floor. You shook your head and dipped a hand into the cup, fishing out a small strip of paper. You quickly scanned it and let out a chuckle before reading aloud.

"Okay, this one says 'Y/n could run me over with a truck and I'd still say thank you.'" You folded the paper and looked up. "I'm not really a truck person, so is Tom's Audi okay? I want to do it in style. Kidding, kidding. I'm too good a driver to run over anyone."

You looked to Tom to signal him to go.

"Like I'd let you run over someone in my car anyways," he muttered, digging into his own jar. "Here we are: 'I'm not sure who's finer, y/n y/l/n or Tom Holland. Either way, they're both winning.' Let's be real, y/n is the luckiest girl in the world to be dating a specimen like myself."

Tom gave a smug look to the camera and pretended to flip his hair. You shoved him and rolled your eyes.

"Uh huh, at least he's humble, everybody."

"Just read your next one," he said flatly.

You stuck out your tongue at the Brit and continued on.

"Oh you're gonna love this one, Tom. 'Tom Holland and y/n y/l/n should tag team me. I mean in wrestling of course.'"

Tom groaned at the thought and shook his head.

"Sorry, y'all. We only wrestle each other. It's pretty exclusive," you fake bragged as Tom's face reddened in embarrassment.

"God, babe, why are yours so violent?" he started, then paused when he pulled out his next tweet. "Guess I spoke too soon. 'I would let Tom Holland use me as a golf ball for driving practice.' That's nice but Titleist just sent me a whole box of Pro-v1's, so I should be set for a while."

"Yeah. Thanks to Titleist I'll get to spend even less time with my boyfriend than I already do," you said sarcastically.

"You know you're always welcome to golf with us."

"The problem with that is that you're actually good at golf. I slice the ball every time. But anyways, for the last tweet, we're going to play rock paper scissors and the loser has to read theirs, alright?"

You and Tom shifted to face each other and put out your hands to play. You were pleased to beat Tom's scissors with rock and cause him to have to read.

"Alright fine," he sighed, digging around the cup. "Let's see here: 'Wishing I was y/n y/l/n just to have Tom Holland's ass at my disposal.'"

You started laughing uncontrollably as Tom sat with brows furrowed in confusion.

"What does- what does that even mean?" he asked with concern.

You wiped tears from your eyes as you tried to answer.

"Come on babe, you do have a nice ass," you then addressed the camera. "And for those wondering, it is as firm as it is plump. I don't blame anyone for wanting a handful."

You sent a wink forward and again had Tom groaning, slumping against the table in total embarrassment.

"Well it looks like I've officially broken my boyfriend, so I guess I'll do the outro. Make sure you go check out our new film and follow us on social media! I might just start a 'thirst tweet Thursday' from now on."

"Please no," Tom cried as he sat up, giving you a look. You kissed him on the cheek, then turned to the camera again.

"This has been Tom Holland and y/n y/l/n, signing off. Stay thirsty my friends."

You sent a final wink to the camera and a salute before the media director called cut and thanked you both for participating, then getting the production team to clean up.

You turned to Tom, who still had the remnants of a blush on his cheeks.

"Was it everything you imagined and more?" you asked Tom, knowing he was regretting he previous enthusiasm.

"'And more' would be a sufficient answer."

You chuckled, still amused at his reaction.

"I cannot wait to read the comments when that interview gets posted. Now come on, babe. I think you need a snack."

"What kind of snack?"

"Depends on how much time and privacy we've got."

Tom's brows shot upwards.

"I think we can manage," he said quickly, getting up and dragging you away to the nearest bathroom.

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A/N: ahhhh sorry it's taken me so long to finish this but I'm obsessed! I wanted to add more tweet ideas but didn't want this to be too long haha. I hope y'all enjoyed!

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[jamesbuchananbarnesslut]

Monster Hunter Ch. 1

Pairing: Will Ransome x Female Reader

Words: 1,516

Summary: The year was 1893 in Aldwinter Essex and William Ransome, vicar, has been battling with his towns people and the myth of monsters. Especially, after strange things keep happening in town, most recently an earthquake and even children and locals reporting the sighting of a blackwater beast. Although Will, himself doesn't believe in monsters he's been struggling to convince the town people otherwise. The problem further escalates when men of the town all begin having similar dreams and describe the same woman appearing in them. After each person has these dreams, they seem to be weaker either physically or mentally and, in most cases, have been found dead. The dreams also only started occurring after a new spinster named Y/N moved in on the outskirts of town. With all the increasing rumors, Will is forced to step in and begin to decipher what's happening especially whether he believes these things are real.  

Warnings: yes there is smut in the first piece, but it’s just with Will’s wife. Fingering and P in the V

Tiny Tag List: @venusofthehardsells @spooky1980

Notes: This story first of all wouldn’t be happening without @venusofthehardsells she was the on who first introduced me to these Tom Hiddleston photos. Which in thus created a thirst and need for a fic. But the fic is now a series! I also have not actually read The Essex Serpent and have no idea how the show is going to go, so this is my OWN interpretation and telling of his character. Please enjoy, like, reblog, and leave lots of comments!

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Will's P.O.V

I had spent another long grueling day arguing with the members of my communion about whether the myths and monsters circulating our small town were real. The rumors began last summer and only thus worsened. I'm at my wits end with it all, and just need a way to qualm what the town is currently feeling. As I worked my way back into my office, I couldn't help but think that the new spinster, Y/N, on the outskirts of town had to have something to do with this all. Considering she had moved in around last summer when the blackwater beast stories first presented themselves. But now that she, herself, was appearing in men's dreams, and then a lot of those men found dead. It was suspicious and she surely has something to do with it all, maybe if not monsters and myths than some type of black magic or witchery.  

By the time I made it back to my office I couldn't help but pull out my hidden bottle of gin and pour myself a drink before I sat down. I manage to swallow the drink all in one swig and end up pouring myself another. Sitting down at my desk with the bottle, I press my fingers to my temples and hunch over the desk. Pondering what's been happening to my small town and why everything's suddenly topsy-turvy. I also can't help but think about how this is going to further affect the towns faith in God, especially thier view him. While my thoughts are still swirling, I throw back my second drink and decide to pour another.  

As if I have a chance to relax though, there's an overflowing pile of paperwork on my desk I still need to sort out. As well as a stack of mail that's been neglected for far too long. That's when I decide it's time to down my third drink and start sorting through the paperwork and at least categorizing it. By the time I finish organizing I have a stack of marriage certificates, christenings, new memberships, and even a decent amount of death certificates. The mail will have to wait until the morning I haven't been home all week; I keep falling asleep in my office or waking up somewhere in the pews. But I know my wife is beginning to worry and I should probably make my way home before I get stuck here.  

I pour myself one final drink for the road, throw it back and begin to push myself to my feet. I tuck the gin back in its hiding place within the bookshelf and begin to shut down the building while heading out. Specifically, blowing out all the candles, turning off oil lamps and locking the doors. Even in a buzzed stupor those are things I never forget.  

I stumble down the steps of the church and make it to the cobblestone street heading towards home. Even though there aren't many streetlamps providing light, there's a clear sky and a full moon making everything gleam and glisten in the dark. As I continue my march home, I pass one of the local pubs and see none other than Y/N, herself outside it. Conversing with John Smith, one of the older blacksmiths. It seems to be a deep intimate moment, that I interrupt by holding my gaze towards them too long. Catching their attention and weird glares back. I tip my head to them and continue walking, hoping I haven't soured their mood.  

By the time I make it home, I can see all the oil lamps are off and two candles going, one in my bedroom meaning the Mrs.'s is up reading or waiting for me. And one in the kitchen, she must have put leftovers out for me. How many times has that this happened this week? I don't want to disturb anybody, so I enter the house through the rear door that leads directly into the kitchen. There's a plate of cold food on the table for me, that I scarf down ravenously. With how little I've been home; I really haven't been eating either. Once I'm done, I rinse off the dishes, setting them aside to be washed in the morning and blow out the candle.  

I slowly make my way upstairs and begin to plot ways to get myself out of this argument with my wife. Maybe because the kids were still sleeping, she'd put off the spat and wait till she sent them off too school or her parents. Either way I wasn't prepared to walk in and find her sitting naked in the candlelight. It's almost like she knew I'd finally make my way home tonight. That or she's been truly waiting each night like this for my return home. Either way I didn't deserve a woman as good as her.  

Her sultry voice broke my shocked stupor, "I was beginning to wonder when I'd ever see you again."

I run my hands through my hair, a nervous habit, and work up a response, "you know, I can't rest easy until I convince everyone that this blackwater serpent isn't real. And now I have reports of Y/N appearing in men's dreams and a lot of those men begin found dead within a couple days or weeks shortly thereafter."

I must have been running my mouth because by the time I look to my wife again she is already up from the bed and stripping me of my clothing.  

"I understand that this is a huge deal honey, but you can't keep burning the candle at both ends and pushing yourself like this," she states while finishing pulling the reaming clothes from my body. "Come, join me in bed maybe if I provide my wifely duties, I can help break you out of this stump." Which is followed by her hands caressing my chest and moving up towards my neck, face and into my hair. Where she pulls my gaze to hers to get a clear look in my eyes. I know she can see how tired and stressed out I am.  

I let her pull me into bed, she makes it so I land on top of her, and I can't help but agree that now would be a good time to have sex. It also means she isn't mad or at least she's trying to amend things this way instead. I begin to kiss her and settle myself in between her legs where my member begins to harden against her. Our kissing becomes passionate, and I feel her entrance slicken. I slide my fingers along her slit and begin to spread her wetness around causing mewls to spill from her mouth into mine. Once she's decently wet, I slip a finger and then two into her, working them at a steady pace. While I move my lips to her chest and tell her she must quiet herself or else she'll wake the children in a hushed mummer.  

After I feel her cum around my finger, I work that same hand over my member, making sure to get it nice and wet. Then I line myself up with her entrance and push in slowly, while putting my hand over her mouth.  

"You just can't help yourself tonight my dear," I mumble into her ear while giving her a chance to adjust to my member in her. She bites my hand, a clear sign I need to get a move on, and I begin to push myself in and out of her tight channel. The pace isn't slow for long though and I begin pounding into her. Her whines spilling out but muffled behind my hand.  

"I know your close again, cum with me yeah?" She nods and with that I drop my hips lower changing the angle. Which immediately triggers her orgasm, causing her tight channel to milk me and pushing me into my orgasm. I pump my seed into her and then roll of to the side. Pulling her tightly into my arms I drift off into sleep thinking about Y/N, John Smith, and the rumors circulating our small town.  

[captainaikus]

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Character Descriptions for Fantasy High 2.9!

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As always, let me know if I need to edit or add anything and tag/ask/PM me about art and stories so I can check them out!

Warning: trauma, abuse, mental abuse, neglect, starvation, manipulation, memory loss mention, dark themes, isolation, imprisonment, fantasy racism, vomit mention (please let me know if I missed any)

All pronounciations typed out have a rolled R.

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Facts

The party is currently at 44,100 exp. each. Next level is at 48,000 (which will probably take 3 more big battles, 2 if Brennan is super generous with RP awards).

Abernant family had all their land and wealth reclaimed by The Court of Stars for their treachery and failure to prevent a war with Solace. Elianwyn committed treason and betrayal as well.

To save Adaine, the group decided to break up into 3 teams: Pylon 1 (Ragh, Tracker, Cathilda, and Sandra Lynn), Pylon 2 (Gorgug, Fabian, and Riz), and Recovery (Ayda, Fig, and Kristen). Team 1 and 2 would simultaneously take out the pylons. Then, the recovery team would go in (invisible and/or disguised) and gets Adaine and Aelwyn. They would all meet back at Van where they would most likely use Ayda's teleport to leave Fallinel (or regroup to plan their next move).

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New Characters

Tell-ah-mine Low-men-el-da

Fabian's grandpapa

Tall elf with regal green robes, a silver circlet, long platinum white blond hair with a widows peak, and shimmering blue eyes

Crinkle in the corners of his eyes shows his age in sort of an Elrond way. He look of a dude in his late 40s/early 50s who took excellent care of his body and kept it tight

Moves with supernatural grace

Can turn into silver sand and float away

Has no concept of what time means

Obsessed with the fact that his grandson will die before him (Your human blood has brought mortality to this family. You will one day die.)

Offers to send word to an elf who is a fabled eye smith who lives on the high mountains at the heart of Fallinel that can craft a working eye (from songs, whispers, beams of moonlight, jeweled edges of the blue of the sea, and shimmering poems pulled from the ether itself) for Fabian, but has no clue how long it will take (a moment, a year, or a hundred years).

Can't pronounce words in common very well, especially words he's never heard before (which delights Fabian and pisses off Gorgug)

Calls Fabian Aramais Seacaster fa-bee-ahn ah-rye-ah-my-ess Seacaster (which might actually be the proper pronouncations of his name in that region as "Seacaster" was said correctly and that's how all the other elves say his name as well) and calls Hallariel ha-lair-ee-el

Weeps without moving his face, but also sometimes makes a soft eeehhhh sound when he cries (at one point he cried over a drop of water)

Gifted stewardship of Khy-low Meh-new-rah 3000 years ago after he crafted The Sword of the North Star (he was the smith of fung-dran-ghoor) for the ancient king of Fallinel Th-wrist-win Eversong.

"Without the Elven Oracle, we are lost."

Saw the Abernants as power hungry and cruel and can't understand why they would leave Fallinel. He found Anguin in particular to be a crass and small man with no nobility, only a thirst for power.

Thinks Riz has a harsh energy, is "a little dick", and calls him "a strange green mouse thing"

Got physically ill when a gun was explained to him, calling it gross and some dwarven kind of thing before vomiting which he turns into a flock of white crows

Vhan-lair-ee-el

Fabian's aunt

Tried to heal Fabian's pneumonia with elvan singing

Said "I have failed" when her singing doesn't work before she fades into starlight and vanishes

Hal-door-in and [unnamed youth]

Elven teens in white linen shorts arguing because [unnamed] believes Hal-door-in took his lute.

Calmed by a distant song which stopped their fight.

Faf-threth-riel

Lithe elven youth (around 17 or 18 years old) with a blond mop of hair covering one eye

Bakes elven whey bread

Lived a sheltered life

Ragh was the first half-orc he met

Mostly into Ragh due to Ragh being half orc, excessively talking about his green skin (like the boughs of a tree leafy, my leafy man), being big and beefy (your legs are like the mighty trunks of trees), was really into rage (like when Ragh punched a seat cushion) to the point of it making Ragh uncomfortable

Sang in bed

Treth-thren-ren

Elven youth who does morning dance yoga

Tried to get Fabian to eat a grape

Oak Warriors

Elemental plant based automaton soldiers made of pure magic

Look like 8 foot tall green men with leaves coming from their faces

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Changes to Established Characters

Aelwyn

Matted long blond hair

Dry skin, chapped colorless lips, and thick bags under her eyes

Severely dehydrated and trance deprived (probably hasn't been allowed to trance for nearly a year)

5 points of exhaustion. Only magic is keeping her from going to the 6th level and dying.

Her "room" is a large large beautiful elven chamber with silver and marble. Ambiant light glows from the white stone.

Trapped inside a 15 foot diameter orb that's constantly turning so she can't trance

Crawling on hands and knees while trapped, shaking with the effort

Doesn't give Adaine up to Kear

Can still remember how to cast the message cantrip

Feels strange and addled (unable to think clearly; confused), can't remember what's real or imagined anymore, doesn't clearly remember what happened in her past (including what she did to get imprisoned), and forgets what she and Adaine have already talked about (causing a lot of reputation).

Thinks her parents "tried their best they could" and that "they expected quite a lot of us, but isn't that what- doesn't that... didn't that make us great?" (possibly due to something her father said or did since her imprisonment as it echoes a few things he's said)

Gilear

Looks scruffy (from not shaving), dirty, and has pit stains

Somehow didn't mess up being diplomatic with Fabian's grandpapa

Unbuttons the top button on his shirt when he "lets loose"

To Fig about Sandra Lynn and Garthy: Are you aware of such... hanky panky?

Learning of Sandra Lynn's infidelity with Garthy "Honestly? Perhaps this is... fucked up. It makes me feel... like there wasn't something uniquely wrong with me. Maybe a tiny little w for Gilear."

Spent the night walking through the forest with Hallariel's father, reciting poetry (badly)

To Fabian after Hallariel's father threw up "You're low and he's low. It's Gilear's day baby! It's Gilear's day."

Tried to ask Hallariel's father for her hand, but even though Fig gave him bardic inspiration and Riz helped by covering Fabian's mouth, he failed... so much. ("Lord Tell-ah-mine of Khy-low Meh-new-rah I like you am-" *makes himself throw up* "We get it. We both get it. We... We're the throw up boys." *passes out*)

Ayda

Hid in the van the entire visit

Might have rejection sensitive dysphoria (which is common in those with autism or ADHD)

Did a sending spell to Zelda for Gorgug for 150 gold (after reminding him that she very much does not like anyone in her debt or visa versa)

Offered to exact vengeance on Zelda for Gorgug

Is powerful enough to know teleport and learn plane shift (so level 13 or higher)

Stated that Adaine is her best friend and decides that since Fig is also Adaine's best friend, by the transitive property she is best friends with Fig as well (and Fig agreed). Learning this, she says "Fantastic. I grow richer by the day. I'm emotional." before starting to cry fire "I'm emotional. I'm gonna fly away." She then flew away, returning after she had calmed down.

Ragh

Ate grapes and started burping musical notes after he left Khy-low Meh-new-rah.

Lost his virginity to Faf-threth-riel who then got creepy and kinda racist, making Ragh very uncomfortable (and want to get out of there asap)

Fabian

Lost both points of exhaustion thanks to the 8000 thread count elven sheets (did they get to keep the sheets or at least one sheet for help with exhaustion?)

Felt really good when he tried out dance yoga, even wondering if he should be some kind of yoga dancer instead of a fighter (how about a whirling dervish dancer like Cathilda?)

The grapes he put in his pocket (after refusing to eat them) turned into song

Indifferent towards saving Aelwyn and doesn't want to be on the retrieval team

When he started feeling anxious about the Aelwyn stuff, Riz told him to lose himself in dancing again to feel free (Riz: You are the only one that I wanna see dancing right now.) It made him feel much better.

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Other Characters

Adaine

Taken by Court of Stars

Her jacket and spellbook were taken

Trapped in an orb which is soft and doesn't hurt her, but the constant movement of its slow turning doesn't allow her to be still or trance

The walls of her room glow with runes and there are many perminant magical effects, making her captors capable of some crazy things (like prepared directional counter spells), but the setup wouldn't counter cantrips

Escaped the orb with dispel magic (dc 15) which makes a couple counter spells go off and an alarm sound

Hid in Aelwyn's room. The sister's spoke before she was recaptured and placed back in her orb. Adaine told Aelwyn that she was going to get her out

Discovered that her room was close enough to Aelwyn to talk to her via the message cantrip

Repeatedly cast Ray of Frost to turn her orb into a slip and slide to stay entertained

Instead of speaking to her father in elvish, she responded in common. Also cast Tasha's Hideous Laughter on him.

Anguin and Kear said she would be executed for treason for staying in Solace and refusing to cooperate. She demanded a lawyer and then the Ambassador to Solace, citing her age and being a student at Augefort Adventuring Academy which summoned a recorded hologram of Arthur Augefort.

Arthur Augefort

Has a recorded hologram that is activated when a student claims the need of his diplomatic help in foreign affairs.

It threatens the listeners with graphic and terrifying violence and doom, giving them the options of either rectify the actions that summoned him (Yes) or refuse and welcome the aforementioned punishment for their actions (No).

Gorgug

Fabian's grandfather called him Jhor-judge

Finally got a message to Zelda via Ayda using her sending spell (Zelda. Safe in Fallinel. Gonna finish cell tower soon. Sorry about everything, but hope your break is going well in spite of this. Miss you.) and got a reply the next morning a little while after waking up (Sorry. Was at a party. You don't have to build a cell tower. That's crazy. It's all whatever Gorgug. I don't blame you.)

Didn't sleep well, but still got the benefit of a full night's sleep due to elven sheets.

Kristen

Got in a fight with Tracker and then got 3 nat 1s on persuasion checks when she tried to make up with her.

Slept in Adaine's room

Doesn't know how to make a cell tower

Took one of the 40 to 50 foot long diaphanous silk scarves with her

Gave (inspiring?) speech ending with "Friendship is thinker than water and we need water to live." which gave everyone 11 temp hit points

Accidentally called Pok a "smiling elf" and then blew it off as being due to her being human

Can now see Shadow Cat in the picture (along with Tracker, Sandra Lynn, Garthy, Riz, and Sklonda and possibly the dead cambian, Pok, Jace, and Adaine's mom) and reacted by saying "Was I spooning the cat all night in the milk!?"

Sandra Lynn

Dropped out senior year and got her diploma after the fact to join an adventuring party

Joined as a replacement member for an existing adventuring party that was already active in the world and included an older much more powerful married couple.

Fresh out of high school, fell in love with one person from the couple (nonbinary or gender intentionally hidden) who "did not treat her very kindly"

When it all came out, she was ejected from the adventuring party, her romantic partner took great pains to smear her name (so no one would accept her), no other party would take her as a replacement, and she was forced to become a Celesian Ranger

Gilear knows who the couple were, but doesn't want to tell Fig (could she know the people involved?)

Key-heir/Khear

Child-like elven maiden with long brown braided hair, a white gown, and a large staff.

When confronted by Arthur Augefort's hologram, she chose to not heed his warnings.

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