#also he WILL try and scam you

[mekanikaltrifle]

I think you know the characters in going to ask about lore of. but Glassman a nd or goblin just in case. Also *hugs*

Ah thank you! I return the hug!

So, Glass Man is probably the better bet cause he has more lore.

He's originally from Syracuse, but spent most of his life in and around New York City. He trained as a doctor as soon as he could, and always had a fascination with toxicology and poisonous substances.... for the purposes of healing, of course. While he had some unsavoury tendencies as a doctor, he actually wasn't yet a 'killer' type, though he knew very many ways to do so. He preferred having his job and making money, which had always been a motivator for him in the medical field.

His parents were incredibly pushy types, though, and to a degree he never really had an option other than to work as hard as possible for as long as possible. No wonder he turned out the weird murderous grifter he is today.

The embrace came to him out of nowhere one night, completely unprepared-for as invisible hands in the dark pulled him from his bed while he was sleeping and tore him up, whispering things he can't quite remember; the Nosferatu took him away in the night. He didn't know at the time, but they actually embraced him to prevent the Tremere getting their hands on him. He'd been slated to become their latest Apprentice. Tough luck, wizards...

Since he has no idea who actually embraced him, he's just sorta the warrens' communal childe. A Camarilla assassin trains him in the arts of poisoning people, but he's yet to make his name as a killer for hire in the Camarilla alone. Maybe one night it'll happen.

Fun fact: he's a MASSIVE fan of Linkin Park. A bit too old to be that edgy at 27, but it fits with his general Turbovirgin 3000 vibes. (he is also actively a virgin but that's mostly just down to awkwardness and not having actually... gotten the confidence to sort that. One day, maybe, but he doesn't really want to get naked in front of anyone now for Nossie reasons)

Another fun fact: he's called Glass Man as kind of a cruel joke, because his skin is translucent like a little glass frog. The other nossies in the warrens don't look like that and he covers himself up entirely to avoid the scrutiny/cruel comments, and since the embrace he's sort of... forgotten his original name. Whoopsie. Guess he's Glass Man now.

[azu1as]

HI TINN ITS ME PITTY 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

i was wondering if youre still open for prompts… and if u are can you write about pbss somehow tranported to current mount hua, and everyone is confused af and just watches pbss and divine dragon interact (and maybe argue) with each other

PITTY HELLO ♥✨♥✨♥ yes i'm always open to prompts !!! im literally rotating rotmhs in my head 24/7

this first half was actually born from another prompt by mei on discord but I want to build on it, so dumping it here 👍 HAHAHA

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The Plum Blossom Sword Saint lets out a ragged breath, his vision rapidly fading. His sword falls from his hand and soon after his body follows.

"...Mount Hua..." he mumbles, aware that the only thing left that awaited him was the cold claim of death.

He dies. And in the next second, he blinks up to a clear sky, the dead bodies that surrounded him gone.

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Dawn had barely broken when an incessant banging against Mount Hua's gates and shouting started and broke the tranquil silence, rousing several disciples.

"OPEN UP!" Someone barks out from the other side. "Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Open this gate right now!!"

Un Am frowns at the lack of manners and respect being shown by the source of the shouting. He reaches the gate and pulls it open. It takes Un Am a bit of effort to ensure that his voice sounded cordial, "Hello, we aren't accepting any visitors this ear—"

Un Am cuts himself off as he takes note of the state of the man in front of him. The man's robes and face were crusted with dried blood despite a lack of any visible injury. That is, if one ignore his lack of an arm.

It still didn't explain the amount of blood he had on his body that was free from any wounds and visible scars.

The man's eyes were bloodshot and trembling. Un Am, even from afar, could tell that there was something deeply wrong with this man. He seemed unconscious of the way he emanated a manic aura; there was a charged sort of energy surrounded him that made an instinctive part of Un Am grip his sword handle in response.

The most notable and unexplainable part of the man, however, was the blood-stained plum blossom embroidered on his chest.

"Who...?" Un Am finds himself unable to react to the man's speed and freezes in place as the man grabs him by the lapels of his robe. He pulls Un Am towards himself and grits out,

"What. Happened. To. My Sect."

%%%

Baek Cheon was quickly ushered into the Sect Leader's residence the moment he returned with a few others from their last excursion to Xi'an.

"What's going on?" He asks.

Elder Un Geom, for a lack of a better word, looked harried. His face twists into a grimace. "It's a bit complicated..."

Baek Cheon doesn't know how he should feel about that response.

Surely, it couldn't be too terrible. After all, their sect was still standing and they did leave Chung Myung behind to stay on Mount Hua as he and the other chosen second-class disciples only had to deliver some goods and tokens to their subsect. Their youngest wouldn't let anything dangerous happen on his watch.

Baek Cheon tries to probe more information. "Before you pulled me away, Baek Sang mentioned something about a guest...?"

"We aren't quite sure of the specifics either, I'm afraid. But the man claims to be one of our ancestors from over a hundred years ago."

"An ancestor? Was he able to verify the claims?"

Un Geom nods. "I've never seen someone weild our plum blossom technique with as much power as he did."

If that was the case, then maybe their supposed ancestor could help them develop and improve their sword techniques even further by teaching them more about the skills that have been lost through time.

"Isn't that a good thing then?"

"It should be, but Chung Myung..."

Ah. Hearing those last three trailing words did not promise anything good.

When they finally opened the door to the Sect Leader's residence, they were greeted to the sight of a soulless Hyun Jong slumped against the wall, a freaked-out Yoon Jong who seemed to be torn between jumping into the fray and throwing himself out the window, and—

"WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO BEAT UP OUR ANCESTOR, YOU BRAT?!"

Their ancestor and Chung Myung pause in their positions as they both turned eerily similar pink gazes towards the two new entrants.

Chung Myung had the end of their ancestor's ponytail pulled towards him and scrunched up in his fists. His knee pressed against the older man's chest and neck while his jaw was unhinged as he was clearly attempting to bite the man's single arm.

Their ancestor in turn had his one hand closed around half of Chung Myung's face, trying to push him away. His legs were wrapped around Chung Myung's lower half in an inescapable hold and he seemed to have been gearing up for a headbutt before Baek Cheon and Un Geom interrupted them.

"You want me to call this brat my ancestor?!" Chung Myung shouts out as he renewed his attempts to bite the man by roughly grabbing onto the base of his ponytail.

"I'm one hundred years older than you!" Their ancestor grits out as he unashamedly bites Chung Myung's arm. "You disrespectful descendant! Back in my time—"

"'Back in my time', my ass!"

"You...!"

Off to the side, their current sect leader lets out a pitiful moan of mental pain. Baek Cheon would comfort him if he didn't feel the same amount of psychic damage as he watches his youngest sajil and ancestor continue their childish scuffle, rolling on the floor and uncaringly biting into each other like they were both five-year olds.

Later on, after tempers have cooled and everyone (read: Chung Myung and their ancestor) had managed to settle down into a tenuous truce, Hyun Jong turns a tired, but respectful nod towards the bruised man, "May we know this ancestor's identity?"

"Hm?" Said man absently rubs against the embroidered plum blossom on his new uniform. "Ah, I supposed you would know me as the Plum Blossom Sword Saint."

They would have expressed their shock and surpise, but they get easily distracted by Chung Myung's mocking scoff as he rolls his eyes in response.

[marsisnotgreen]

Okay, okay, billford is cool and all, but billstan rebound.

[mylittleredgirl]

i was typing out a jokey post about how “i don’t play video games anymore because having the oldest possible usable apple laptop is the bitter nail polish of breaking that addiction” when i got an email from a group list of aging alums from my parents’ old community in all caps saying “mac users i need to borrow an operating system installation disc, must be 10.1 or higher” a disc? OSX????

[toytulini]

me, stupidly and weirdly resistant to listening to audio books vs reading a physical book for no real reason: man i wish there was a way to like, read a book while i crochet like i do with tv shows and movies and podcasts

[gutsfics]

FINALLY I DRAW SOMETHING!!!!!!!

some Joseph, both young (around 1980 i'd say, when he was traveling w Stan a few years before the portal incident) and old (~2017, now an art teacher at Westchester High). i like to think the first one is a picture Stan took of him while they were traveling and the second one is his staff photo at WH. the more things change the more they stay the same. i might give em backgrounds and foregrounds to look like that

he's had that jacket since the 70s. real leather will last you.

no glasses alts + the first sketch below

[buwheal]

what does he meeeaaaan "what took you so long" HES THE ONE THAT TOLD US TO SAVE THE BATTERY?? as in dont send stuff? am i misinterpreting

It was disconnected from the computer because the computer was off; so you guys had no control of when it turned on, regardless of if emails were sent or not. The computer couldnt receive anything. And he knows that for the most part. He was just being an ass lmao. He cant do anything but tell you not to.

He didn’t want the battery to drain before it was connected to the computer again because that’d mean you’d get cut off until he got there. He said “what took you so long?” because he plugged it back in two days ago. Its been on, just nothing could come through. It didn’t do that last time he moved it so he was really worried (if that wasnt apparent loll) and thats why he started counting the sky grid to keep track of how long it was taking, which is why he was laying like that. (…besides resting aha)

[drumlincountry]

[pa-pa-plasma]

i don't think i'll ever get over how people treat kids that aren't good in school as worthless no matter what. "oh it can't be that bad" my guy idk how to tell you this but the last time i went to a normal high school the principal called me into his office to brag about how he failed me in all of my classes before the semester was even finished & i should quit while i'm ahead cuz i'm too stupid ("officially" diagnosed as such by a school counselor & a psychiatrist!!) to succeed. & this is considered normal

[voluptuarian]

just got the funniest scam call I've ever taken I literally laughed out loud on the phone, Unbelievable

[trans-xianxian]

I went to go look at a car today and I looked at all the things and drove it around and then I was like okay can I see the title :^) AND HE COULDN'T FIND IT. people if you are selling your car find the title before you put the ad up and then keep it in the same goddamn place until someone buys it

[dent-de-leon]

Thinking about when Beau suggested Mollymauk could do a seance to talk to the Traveler, and he just went, "I don't normally speak with the dead on a first date, but we'll think about it--" Anyway, please consider--Molly not just giving tarot readings, but also trying to fake seances. Except maybe the Moonweaver gives him a bit of help, and he realizes he actually can make contact with something--

[fingertipsmp3]

Need someone to make a “you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me” meme but with old school runescape

[criticalgay]

left a bad etsy review for the first time in my life. can't believe they only let me use 840 characters for my salt

[talentforlying]

father grimaldi: forgive me, lord, for i have sinned. constantine: — understatement of the bloody century, that is. father grimaldi: the chapel is closed to the public! who are you? how did you get in here . . .? constantine: did you know vatican city has the highest per-capita crime rate of any nation state in the world? i'd have thought a touch of breaking and entering's pretty much par for the course around here.

so #1, an undeniable slay.

#2, how long do we think he was sitting in the confessional booth waiting for the guy to wake up from ellie's fake vision quest. like an hour? checking his light, practicing his Big Reveal Pose TM? he probably brought a book with him and just shoved it underneath the seat cushion when it was time to show off.

#3, knowing how intensely he studied & continues to study in order to teach himself magic at such an absurdly advanced level without any teachers to formally guide him? and how that level of dedication would absolutely carry over into researching a mark / making sure he had every corner of a confidence scheme nailed down pat? i like to imagine that the day before this meeting was spent with his severely under-caffeinated ass parked at a public library computer, squinting at articles for 'most important things to know about vatican city before you travel' or 'top 10 little-known facts about vatican city' and using the back of his boarding pass to take notes on what would be the best throwaway line to blow off all the usual questions with.

also, he probably woke up still in his travel clothes less than two hours before this scene and had to hustle to get suited up in time for his Dramatic Apparition. the demon blood was boiling so bad in that chapel that it was giving him a killer migraine. he didn't get breakfast so his stomach was growling the ENTIRE time. but all that meant was he had plenty of room to eat UP the runway and that's EXACTLY what the fuck he did.i'm

[iamthescalesofjustice]

its so funny how jorah thinks he can just get a pardon from someone sitting the iron throne and go home again, like they wouldnt beat his ass black and blue and drag him before whoever the current stark in winterfell is for execution if they saw him again.

and thats if they felt like going to the effort and wanted to avoid kinslaying. is it kinslaying to row a boat out to the frozen shore and leave a man there unarmed? given the school of thought that produces 'well drowning a man doesnt draw his blood so its fine', im gonna go with probably not.