#a good thinking path tho!!

[victorzsasz]

Im so hyping up this Library job like I really really really hope I get it being a Library gay trans activist is my destiny. I think I'm a perfect fit fr fr Im great at organizing and stocking, Ive legit gone there since I was a baby, its a safe place for me, I'm great with kids, I could do a little LGBT small town activism maybe? (they're very supportive) I want it so baaaad!!!! I have an interview with the unemployment services tomorrow and they've revamped my resume and I hope I can get them to help with applying to it if I can maybe get a secret lil one up lol

[finalgirlsamwinchester]

guy who so desperately tries to find god. who wants to have faith in a higher authority to guide him out of the hole he's in. from the weight of guilt from simply existing, as the person he is. but every time he thinks he's answered his higher calling it turns out he's made the Morally Incorrect choice and his path to goodness and holiness was the road to the devil all along

[azaracyy]

a lesson on good karma digimon survive week 2024 day 4: supporting characters

[laugtherhyena]

Hi Mary hiiiiiiiiii

Character story

The silent Bohemian night reigns with an underlying uneasiness to it. You can't help but feel as if something sinister lurks in the horizon, just beyond where your eyes can reach..

In an attempt to ignore the chill underneath your skin,You reminisce about what has led you to this point in life…

Your memories are often hazy. Vague, unclear recollections of past plights and terrors scattered throughout the years you clung to life. Your own hardships botched your ability to recall much beyond blurry faces and muffled voices. 

You've been alone for as far as you can remember. Alone together with countless other children in a place disguised as a safe haven, the predacious gaze of the black hearted vultures deemed "holy" had always been the only eyes set on your kind.

Carrying away naive children to the darkest corners of the building, never to be seen again. You were one of them, or you would have been had you not…

What did you do? What happened then?

…

You can't recall. Maybe that's for the best. 

You do remember swearing to whatever gods are out there to never set foot near that place again, let alone stay in the presence of the men in dark tunics.

The merciless streets of prehevil became your new home. For weeks on end you crawled aimlessly through the dirty alleys while the townsfolk steered away from you on sight, staring down at your deteriorating physique as if you were a filthy creature, barely even human. 

Rummaging through the garbage for food scraps became an everyday occurrence, you didn't even mind the rancid smell anymore, it was certainly better than when you had to feed off of rats and dirty crawlers to survive.

It didn't take long for you to meet others like you, but much like the townsfolk, the children were not kind. The teachings of the streets instilled in the street urchins only one instinct…

Convince the children to lend you a piece of their food. (Gain persuade)

Despite their treatment of you, you didn't retaliate. You knew those children were no different from yourself; lost, scared and hungry, doing everything in their power to remain living.

And so you tried to reason with them for a scrap of moldy bread. They yelled at you, you tried again. They threw trash and rocks at you, you tried again. And again. And again.

They didn't budge. As the moon took a hold of the night sky, you slept with an empty stomach. That's alright, you had become well acquainted with the feeling by now.

Steal the food for yourself (Gain steal)

You tackled the street urchins and pried the moldy bread from a boy’s scrawny hands. You ran as fast as you could, but your frail legs couldn't outrun the enraged children.

You were knocked down and beaten senseless by your peers, it hurt so much you wondered how you were still alive once you woke up the next day.

For the following weeks, you lived in the darkness of the sewers as your frail body struggled to heal its injuries. The smell was atrocious, but it kept you hidden from their wrath.

You soon fled to the old town, in its slums an abandoned shack sheltered you from the cold Bohemian nights. The rundown alleyways had danger lurking around every corner, but the shared pain of poverty amidst its citizens made you feel as if you're right where you belong.

As the years went by your mind grew sharper but your body remained rather frail, you watched as the street children from your time met unfortunate ends one after the other, and in their absence you found more children lurking the streets.

You took it upon yourself to show them the ropes, give them some of your belongings and share a bit of the little food you had. When it rained relentlessly you opened your doors to shelter them, when they wanted to chase a better life beyond prehevil you helped them hop on the train wagons.

Sometimes you went along, but you always found yourself back in the streets of the old town, alone once again. That's alright, it's how it's always been. By now you know this place like the back of your hand, as much as you're looked down upon, you know of a couple ways to get by…

Search for gigs around the town (Gain ×1 lucky coin, ×2 moldy bread and beer)

There's always someone in need for your services in the city, that is; the taxing manual labor they didn't want to do themselves. You were hardly ever paid with money, even when you insisted, your employers would rather reward your services with leftovers or worn out clothes.

You never complained, it was better than nothing.

Harvest goods from the wild (Gain ×2 green herb, turnip and carrot)

The woods around Prehevil can be surprisingly resourceful if you know where to look. Over time you learned how to spot vegetables growing amidst the weeds and that some greens are quite helpful against certain illnesses.

You found the solitude of the forest rather comforting.

A lifetime of fending for yourself taught you plenty of ways to acquire the bare minimum to keep living, some in ways you would never have imagined. Strange cultists pay a hefty price for the meat squirming inside your body, witty townsfolk give you a quick buck for some strange plants you found in the woods, and the train wagons you ride in cary so many goods you're certain no one will notice if you takes a little bit for yourself.

But life has never been kind to you, even now it seems to strive to rip the little you have from your cold trembling hands. One evening you returned to your shack being raided by a gang of thieves, you tried to fight them off only to be quickly overwhelmed and beaten by those men like a punching bag.

You laid on the ground, battered and bruised as the thieves laughed at your expense before taking their leave. There was nothing but pain left for you, everything hurt, you could hardly breathe…

Return home (Gain endure)

You swallowed the blood pooling in your mouth and crawled to what remained of your home, further staining the dirty mattress you slept on.

You had never felt such visceral pain before, as if your body had been set ablaze and your bones had pierced through your lungs. Your heart however thumped the urge to keep on living, and as such, you endured the suffering.

Chase the burglars (Gain ×1 rusty pipe and terminal surge)

The blood pouring down your mouth filled you with a glistening ire you had never felt before. Against all odds, you stood up and charged at your abusers like an enraged animal.

Pipe in hand, you hit them until their bloodied bodies stopped moving, mangled beyond recognition. You bashed the last one’s skull open before collapsing from exhaustion besides the corpses.

You have no recollection of how you survived the weeks after the incident, but you made it, and that's all that matters. As long as your heart is still beating you have time to get your life back on track no matter how much you have lost thus far.

There’s even a new job opportunity for you; the owner of the old hotel needs someone to clean the pipes, he was even kind enough to give you an old mattress and let you sleep in the storage room as long as you had everything done by the weekend. 

As payment for your services, what did you request?

Medical goods (Gain ×2 blue vial and cloth fragment)

Financial compensation (Gain ×20 shillings)

Food and drinks (Gain ×2 dried meat and vodka)

The feeling of the soft mattress cushioning your malnourished body after a long day of work brings a calm that knows no equal. 

For a moment, you forget about the pain that has tainted every day you've lived thus far. allowing yourself to be enveloped in soft sleep...

Character skills

[slime-crafters]

I think it's so funny to decorate room by room because you can tell which room I have no clue what to do with

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[wildflowercryptid]

resisting the urge to be annoying and ramble about how kieran's arc wouldn't really work if transplanted onto hop or wally without changing core parts of their own personalities + stories + motivations, essentially ( most likely unintentionally ) pigeonholing them as the " weaker rival " archetype despite how all three grow far beyond that.

[ajdrawshq]

love this animal. the saffron

[ultravioart]

roughing out ideas for a "goth/punk chick" disguise that peepers wears so he isn't shot on sight by Dominator lol

[dimorphodon-x]

Oh I found one singular picture of my female trike, Gutter

It’s only a picture I took for reference if I were to ever get around to drawing her

[raineandsky]

HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT THIS!? I’m writing a villain x hero en and it’s all over the place please teach me your ways

aaaaa im glad you like it!!! honestly it depends what kind of Teach you need, so i can give you a simple run down of what i do??

your first mistake - have faith in yourself!! its always easier to beat yourself up over something youve read 1000 times. this is very ironic of me to say, overdramatic pessimist that i am, but its genuinely the first part of making your writing good!!! have faith in your writing and have faith in others to enjoy something you made!!!

now you think your writing is hot shit that is about to become even hotter shit with some tweaking! im more of a long form writer (with a novel and a tv episode written by yours truly, i clearly dont know when to stop) so writing shorter stuff has been a challenge! maybe thats why you feel like your story is a little all over the place - you might be trying to fit a novels worth of story and excitement into 1000 words, and thats hard!

because i write longer stuff usually, i find it important to be very precise with the concept. one of my recent stories, for example - a supervillain is hiding their power, which has the resolution of answering the question of why - because it turned out to be ridiculous. having small concepts with easy solutions (or leaving them more open-ended) is a good way to condense stories to be shorter.

and everyones least favourite advice - practise! i have an unfair advantage with a degree in Creative Stuff. writing has been a massive part of my life for almost 3 years now, and honestly having that time to test what works and what i like has been huge in terms of improving my writing. and youre probably the same! im not about that kinda 'write everyday or youre not a writer' so-called advice - all you need is a little bit of time every so often to sit down and try things out.

ive really found a niche i love with the heroes and villains community here, and thats really boosted my confidence and my skills - because thats all writing is! if you like writing your hero x villain story, then youre already halfway there!!!

anyways this is getting mega long so tldr: practise makes perfect, choose concepts that are easy to resolve quickly, and learn to appreciate that your writing is amazing and so are you!

[bwobgames]

Just re-read beebo and I am no longer insecure about too much dialogue in game. I am great at dialogue.

[starlooove]

I rlly liked red hood the hill bc besides the gift it completely ignored everything else with the batfam which to meeee I’m taking it as the hill has been overlooked by the bats forever (see Orpheus rising) so yeah nobody there gives a fuck about those people and jason knows better than to bring that shit over there

[zazikels]

damn they exiled ithelia to america didn't they

[megaclubdiolis]

柄本 佑 || 「光る君へ」 (2024) · 第二十九回 「母として」 ​​​

[beeholyshit]

Ok I wasn't even trying to get anything but that's ok!!