#PLOT HOOKS.

[dreadgrace-a]

act 3 (alternate worldstates) quick rundown for plotting purposes since I still haven't posted the in-depth:

option one: lark wins duel against orin.

outcome one: lark claims her netherstone and runs to gortash. Absolute conspiracy back on course.

outcome two. lark is defeated by the party. bhaal is enraged.

option two: lark loses to orin.

lark knocked unconscious and kept that way by bhaal's power. orin is weakened & some of her priests are dead.

option three: default, (plotting may be required and I reserve the right to lock out this path as a possibility), lark refuses to return to the cult.

[lifefcrged]

PLOT HOOKS. / wishlist combo.

HYDRA (or verse equivalent) era: (mid 1910's-mid/late 1940's)

this was the time that she was being broken / trained / pitted against her brother / other prisoners, being turned into an operative so: scientists, psychiatrists, hypnotists, other operatives, trainers, handler, other prisoners / 'operatives in training' that were being brainwashed/trained/broken while mikkah & mikhail were there, trainers / other supersoldiers etc. that trained her to fight or taught her skills relevant to being an operative / spy. agents / doctors / supersoldiers etc from the 'good guy' side of things; targets that she was sent to seduce / blackmail / hurt / heal idk.

ON THE RUN era: (mid/late 1940's-1980's)

spent a lot of time moving from remote town to middle of nowhere village literally continent hopping constantly to try and keep off radar. did not want to risk being discovered. the further away from cities & technology the better. lots of trauma recovery time. ended up in some pretty way way remote off the beaten path villages. started studying herbology and many various methods of traditional medicine and healing. any plots / interactions that works in this timeframe is welcome. - could be bounty hunter, operative hunting her to someone trying to recruit her to the good guys or someone seeking revenge for what happened in the early 1900's to anyone she'd meet in the day to day on the run / or in any of the remote places she'd stay in.

MORE TO COME.

[gale-force-storm]

Thinking about the fact that, to pull Gale from the stone and get him in the game at all, you have to decide to try to touch an extremely dangerous looking swirling mass of unstable magic. Something that is, objectively, a terrible idea

Like, the options it gives you are to either touch the sigil or leave, and if you leave you just... don't get Gale in the party

You have to take the risk. You have to let your curiosity override your common sense. You have to look at this unstable, possibly dangerous malfunctioning magic sigil and go "...Ok, but what if I poke it?"

In short, to get Gale in your party, you have to do exactly what he would in that situation, and indulge in a moment of reckless curiosity. And I just think that's delightful

[bietrofastimoff23]

i was not joking when I said that for me the tragedy of Aeron and Davos is more convincing than the tragedy of rhaenicent in two seasons. in a minute of screen time, they made me get into their story (and they also have more personality than some minor characters). also they remained faithful to their houses and brought the matter to an end without delay. i can't help but respect that.

[chirrups]

here is my au piece for 2024 @mcytblraufest! simple premise is that PET are infected but asymptomatic carriers of the zombie virus and find purpose in doing what uninfected people can't safely, delivering mail!

PLEASE for the love of god, check out the fic for this piece written by @theminecraftbee and betaed by @aistandardcherry. it's so well written and i will be rotating it in my mind for forever

[madootles]

tma sketch dump!

[cheswirls]

short asl thing based on @where-does-the-heart-lie's modern au :) i started this over a year ago but the beginning is all dialogue and felt more like a script to me i suppose??? which deflated my desire to work on it. anyway i checked it over recently and it's completely fine lmfao, self-confidence restored here we go !

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"Yo. Aren't you usually in the middle of your shift by now?"

"I've been banned from the hospital."

"Like, for life?"

"No. For the next, uh.. Twenty-two hours."

"That's oddly specific."

"It was twenty-four, but I fell asleep after leaving the building."

"That wouldn't have to do with why they kicked you out, at all?"

"Hmmm. I'm too sleep-deprived, apparently."

"Ah. And, um, you called me because...?"

"I pressed a random number in my call log after waking up. Lucky you, I guess."

"Yeah. Right. Lucky me. And your car keys are...?"

"Confiscated."

"Ah, right, of course."

A beat of silence. Two. Three, then "Look, if you're busy, then–"

"No, no.  You called me, so I'll be there. Give me twenty minutes."

"Alright. Thank–"

"Thank someone else. Also, if you fall asleep in my car, I'm taking it as express permission to drive you around wherever I want."

"Ugh, go die. I don't even know why I bothered."

"LUCKY YOU, I guess," sounds off way too loudly in his ear. "No take backs. See you in ten."

"I thought you said–" Sabo breaks off as the call ends, leaving him staring blankly at his phone's too-dim screen. He squints, turns the brightness all the way up, and still squints as the sunlight proves too strong for the display.

Ace shows up in more than ten but decidedly less than twenty minutes. Sabo doesn't waste much brain power on it, only climbing into the passenger seat and yawning into his palm while his other hand fixes the seatbelt into the buckle. Not a second too soon, too, as Ace roars the engine to life and peels away from the curb at record speed.

Ace fiddles with the radio. He turns the music up, then dial it back down to inaudible. They hit the expressway and he leans over the steering wheel, frowning with his eyes fixed on the road far ahead. Sabo yawns again and this appears to be the limit to his patience. 

"Hey, so, I had a thought after you hung up on me."

Sabo grimaces. "You mean you–"

"Today's Wednesday."

He doesn't elaborate. Sabo is too tired to process. "Yes," he follows, after a second. He glances at the sky out the front window. "What time is it?"

"Oh, uh." Ace fumbles with hand placement so he can lift his watch to his face. "Nine forty."

Sabo takes a couple beats to try and process this, moves his eyes away from the skyline, and sighs as he pulls his phone out. 2:47 is what the display reads, which sounds much more believable.

"How did the minute hand get off?" he mutters to himself, chancing a look at Ace's busted wristwatch. Ace raises a brow, taking his gaze off the road to scrutinize Sabo. "No, it doesn't matter," he mutters to himself once more, sliding his phone away back on his person and out of his hands.

"My point is," Ace continues, like he hasn't just been interrupted by a whole thing. "Your timeout will be done midday Thursday. Did they switch your days off?"

"No." Sabo sighs. "They technically gave me the next thirty-six hours. Technically closer to forty. Something like that. I go back in on Friday. Sometime.” He tries to smile and it turns out very lopsided, from that he can make out in the rearview mirror. “Can you tell I’m tired?”

“I don’t think ‘tired’ is an accurate description,” Ace quips. “When did you eat a proper meal last?”

“Uh, yesterday. Maybe.”

“Maybe??”

“A ‘proper meal’ means different things to the two of us,” Sabo huffs. “On my account it was yesterday. I’ve had food since then, of course.”

“Alright, so here’s the plan,” Ace announces before absolutely whipping it around a curve. Sabo is his passenger in the passenger seat and had fully prepared to be so when he got in the vehicle, but he’d been vastly underprepared for this sudden course of action, which is how he ends up halfway out of his seat with his cheek slammed into the cold window. Ace doesn’t quite notice his brother’s terminal velocity until the car is once again on the straight and narrow, and only then it’s because of the audible thunk Sabo’s face makes when it collides with the glass.

“Aw shit. You good bro?”

“Ow,” Sabo mutters. “If I have broken bones I’m suing your ass.”

“Well, if you’re good enough to make jokes, I think you’re better than you’re letting on.” Ace keeps the wheel steady with one knee while he takes both hands away to crack his fingers. When he glances over at Sabo again, he looks even more pathetic – like he’s becoming one with the glass. “Anyway, as I was saying.

“I’m taking your ass home. You’re going straight to sleep and while you crash, I’ll make you something decent to eat and stick it in the fridge for you to heat up later. I’ll even make you two servings to eat two different times, since you clearly can’t be trusted to take care of yourself correctly.”

“Ouch.”

“I want you to conk out for as long as your body allows. We can reset your sleep schedule tomorrow, alright? Put your phone on silent; do not answer any calls. In fact, you know what, just give it to me.

Sabo glances over to see Ace’s hand held out to him, palm up. Fingers wiggling expectantly. His lips pull up into a grimace. “I’m not doing that.”

“Fine.” Ace takes his hand back. “But you will comply with everything else.”

“Wow! It’s so funny, I didn’t realize you turned into my mother overnight! Really tapped into your mom potential, huh? Anything exciting happen in your life that would cause that? I guess I wouldn’t know, since I’ve been a zombie for the past two days.”

“There’s nothing wrong with acting like your older brother, you dipshit, especially if you keep putting yourself through the wringer like this. You go home. You sleep. You wake up and eat. You go back to sleep. Then we do laundry. Does that sound agreeable?”

“That’s negotiable, at the least,” Sabo mumbles. “I will accept good food as a form of bribery.”

“Oh, nice, because I’m flat broke at the moment.”

Sabo makes a mental note of that, and then they’re pulling into the driveway. Ace lets him exit the vehicle by himself and then promptly manhandles him all the way onto the couch where it will be easier to force his body to relax than in a real bed. Ace knows this, so he calls him weird before chucking a loose blanket at his head. Sabo is almost too tired to function at this point, so he lets Ace have the last laugh in favor of finally closing his eyes.

Coming to is a surreal experience, especially since the sun is still out. He must make a noise because Ace is suddenly within view. His limbs are tangled in the blanket and still so heavy that he doesn’t bother moving. “Thought you would be gone,” he half-groans, eyes slipping shut again for a moment.

“I did leave,” Ace confirms. “I had to go pilfer some stuff to make stew with. It’s almost done, so I’ll hang here until then.”

Pilfer. That could mean any number of things. Sabo chooses to believe in the option where Ace is an upstanding citizen, and then remembers Ace saying earlier that he had no money. He frowns and squirms on the cushions enough to where it looks like he’s checking his pockets. “Where’s my wallet, Ace?” he bluffs.

“Somewhere around here,” Ace pipes up. “Your stomach will thank you for your contributions to the Portgas Household’s pantry!”

“Ugh, I got robbed,” he complains. “This sucks. ‘m going back to sleep.” He rolls over so his back is to Ace.

“Yeah, you do you, bro. Stew will still be here later. I’ll see you when you’re back in the world of the living.”

—

Luffy comes in late that night and slams the front door shut as loud as humanly possible. When he appears in the main room, he doesn’t seem to be upset, so Ace writes it off as a Luffyism. Sabo hasn’t stirred at the noise, so it’s all good.

Realizing this, Luffy pads closer to Ace’s side and looks at Sabo’s unmoving body warily. “Why is Sabo passed out like a corpse? Is he sick?”

“No, he’s not sick, he just can’t take care of himself. Which is why we are going to let him sleep for as long as possible.”

Luffy just nods to this, but it’s the uncomprehending Luffy-nod that means he’s just going to end up doing whatever he wants to regardless. Ace sighs, then jerks his head towards the kitchen. “He ate a little earlier, but I want him to eat again when he wakes up. There’s stew in the fridge if you want it – just leave him a little. Got it, Monkey D. Luffy?”

Luffy throws him a salute and then runs off in his socks. “Yippee! Ace made stew!”

“Think of your brother, Luffy, and make good choices!” Ace calls after him. “He’s a pathetic man who needs food to feel better or he’ll end up sleeping through Laundry Day!”

—

Sabo does not sleep through laundry day, but he does sleep for sixteen whole hours, so it’s just around noon when he forces himself up off the couch and into a warm shower.

Ace is around, which is mildly unexpected. But he’s still half-asleep, so everything is at least a little unexpected. He glances up from playing video games with Luffy to see Sabo leaving the steam-filled bathroom with his hair hanging around his shoulders. “You look like a wet cat,” he calls.

“Sabo’s awake!” Luffy cheers. “Ace thought you died at one point.”

Ace elbows Luffy in the gut, making him hunch over. “I did not!”

“He totally checked to see if your heart was still beating!”

“I’m undead, actually,” Sabo says completely seriously.

“Does that mean you don’t need to eat anymore?” Luffy questions. “Because I ate all the stew last night.”

“I saw that coming and made extra.” Ace finger-guns in Sabo’s general direction. “That’s why I bought two sets of ingredients. With your money!”

“With my money,” Sabo echoes, because it’s such a wild statement to have to deal with this early in the day. Well, early for him. “Fuck you.”

“I mean, I can tell Luffy where I hid–”

“Thank you, Ace, for agreeing to share your quarters with both of your brothers so we can all do laundry today on your dime!” Sabo raises his pitch so his voice is mockingly squeaky when he says this. He starts moving down the hall before Ace can start to argue, letting his and Luffy’s voices bleed into the background.

When he comes back out, now dressed, it smells significantly better than before. “I reheated the stew,” Ace announces, gesturing for Sabo to take a seat at the kitchen counter. “Let’s all have lunch before we head out.”

“You have to drink this too,” Luffy tells Sabo, sliding a Gatorade across the counter so it sets in front of him when he finally does take a seat. “Ace’s orders.”

“Gotta get those nutrients back somehow.”

“Aren’t we so considerate, Sabo?”

“Do you even know what ‘considerate’ means?” Sabo asks, lips quirking up into a half-smile. At Luffy’s shrug, it turns into a real smile. “Well, thanks anyway. Both of you.”

“No sweat. And look!” Ace brandishes a five dollar bill for both to see. “I found this baby for us to use on coins! It’s all on me today–”

“Where’s my wallet, Ace?!”

[probablybadrpgideas]

There's a seer who will divine which diety or cosmic entity is most likely to aid in achieving one's goals. When you go to ask her, for the first time ever, she days she can't recommend any of them.

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[fistfuloflightning]

PIDW canon remains true: Luo Binghe returns from the Abyss and enacts his revenge on everyone who’d had a hand in his blackening; a mangled Shen Qingqiu dies miserably in the Water Prison; all of the sects are wiped out in LBH’s purge and the remaining cultivators go into hiding; eventually LBH is slaughtered by his harem and his empire falls into a dark age.

In the centuries following his death, hidden cultivators begin founding new sects on the ashes of the old, but the cultivation methods to obtain true immortality have been lost.

Until over a thousand years after the Tyrant Emperor’s death, after several Jianghu-wide wars has unsettled the new way of life, and the rot of corruption has eaten away the roots of even the oldest sects and has left them hollow shells of themselves… Mo Xuanyu summons the dead in an effort to take his vengeance like Luo Binghe did a thousand years before.

But instead of the demonic cultivator Wei Wuxian he intended, he summons a much older and more resentful spirit: the villain Shen Qingqiu.

[dreadgrace-a]

her late teens and early twenties saw lark pushing and testing the limits of her boundaries within the cult. she acted out (in a very Bhaalian manner), overtly disobeyed the high-ranking priests, and in a handful of escapades, spent a total of three months in the very forbidden baldur's gate dodging other cultists and making a general mischief of herself.

this period ended with the death of lark's mentor at her hands.

[swan2swan]

And THIS is where I went from "watching the movie" to "savoring the movie".

[hermitshell]

Wanted to draw pearl from @wormtime123 's story Dramaturgy ^_^!! It is awesome everyone should read it <3

[theworldbrewery]

1d12 reasons to kill all the gods

because the gods put mortals in the untenable position of having to do their dirty work for them, either because of a cold-war-type pact of avoiding direct action against one another, or because they're too proud/think of mortals as disposable.

because the gods are merely ascended mortals who have amassed power that is rightfully dispersed throughout all peoples.

because the gods tried to kill you first.

because you lost something precious that can never be restored, and you hate the gods for not thinking it was important enough to intervene.

because the gods use children as their soldiers and oracles, and these children inevitably die horrible early deaths.

because you crave their power for yourself.

because the gods are parasites, sucking mortals dry of belief and faith and will to act.

because the gods were created by mortals, not the other way around, and the mortals who created the gods use them to enact a cruel cultural hegemony.

because you serve dark forces from the lower planes, and those dark forces aspire to overthrow the gods; you will be rewarded. You will.

because the people were in this universe before the gods arrived in it, and the gods are a colonial power you want to overthrow.

because the gods are the arbiters of good and of evil; you will cleanse the world of sin by destroying the judges.

For the Lulz.

[ashfdhfgdsfk]

in addition to cannibalism, some trout also like to feast on the opportune bird, mouse, or vole.

[baddywronglegs]

TTRPG plot hook.

The Prophecy (you know the one, everyone knows it, it's a bedtime story passed down the generations) is coming to pass; the Cataclysm is rising, and the Signs have illuminated the Chosen One.

Your party is assembled to accompany this Chosen One on their prophesied quest to save the world, where it is foretold they will stand between all life and the abyss, where you will be their honour guard, clearing their way and recording the tales of their exploits to come, new verses added to the great saga which has echoed through ages before their birth.

Problem is, one day out of town, barely out of earshot of civilisation, they slip down a river embankment and fucking drown. You're 110% sure that wasn't in the story but it is now.

Good luck.

[harboretum]

Good morning 🍊