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Atlantis, a yo-yo after all, "First Strike"
#Stargate Atlantis#SGA#First Strike#Atlantis#beam weapon#sgaedit#stargateedit#GIF#my gifs#it's not a stargate rewatch rewatch#Hide and Queue
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EMS-10P Zudah Phantom
This Zudah as been dramatically overhauled with a reinforced frame, a reactor taken from the Gera Doga, a unique combination heat hawk beam pick, a customised beam Rifle from a Gelgoog, anti beam coating around the cockpit, parts of the legs and the shield and a powerful electrical system derived from the Gouf installed into the shield's spikes.
#mobile suit gundam#mobile suit#gundam#mech#mecha#principality of zeon#zeon#zudah#beam weapon#beam rifle#heat hawk#traditional art#sketch#sketchbook#illustration#mechanical design#my art#my artwork#art#fanart#artist on tumblr#artists on tumblr
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(3) remaining
#OH NO THE IDOL BEAM HAS HIT EVERYONE EXCEPT THE MEANEST ONES IN THE CLAN 🤣#can u imagine.... the absolute catty group energy coming out of these 3 if they had to sing together...#the idol beam bazooka is one of aster's fave weapons of ???profit#rei and kuya hate standing beside each other so dante always has to be in the middle#everyone who attends any of their shows will get their memory instantly wiped after the event#whether it's by illusory magic or fiery explosion (fire comas don't completely erase the memory but they'll certainly distract)#or father directly clawing someone's eyes out#actually i wouldn't put it past kuya to just make an entire illusion out of the thing#so he wouldn't have to move at all or put any effort into the silly song and dance.#he sittin backstage with the catering table while the audience screams for the fake show happening on stage#kuya the pioneer of IRL MMV projection magic. incredible#actually u kno what. aster hits them with the idol beam#and every show is just the three of them playing UNO#that would still bring in money#the drama. the intrigue. the competitive spirits flaring and tables being flipped. what a spectacle#nu carnival#nu carnival aster#nu carnival dante#nu carnival kuya#nu carnival rei
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Samus Aran and Dark Samus from Metroid + Devil May Cry
Was just in the mood to redraw my old crossover of Samus and Dark Samus as Devil Hunter and Devil Slayer (Dante and Vergil from Devil May Cry). (I just wanted to draw Samus with a sword again and thought why not)
old version:
#metroid#devil may cry#Samus Aran#Dark Samus#Zero Suit Samus#this was a fun one to redraw#changed their designs a little bit#like changing Samus's sword from just an extended version of the Plasma Beam gesture from Metroid prime#to a sword styled after Ridley's tail#since Dante acquires new weapons from the major demons he defeats#didn't like Dark Samus's hair in the old version when redrawing her so I changed it#still like Samus's half original half inspired by Dante's outfit from Devil May Cry 2
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GUYS I'VE CONNECTED THE DOTS--
#and Bruce WAS going to use baby Darkseid's Omega beams. it's perfect. fucking diabolical one might say#if I had a nickel for every time a blorbo of mine threatened to use a baby as a weapon. I'd have two nickels#which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice#comics are great.#billy butcher#bruce wayne#batman#the boys
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if you beat amon in dead souls kiryu gets an orbital death laser. just so you know
#it’s so fucking FUNNY hdsjsgahxhsjh it’s WILD he just. he just presses a button on his little ipad thing and#DISINTEGRATES ZOMBIES ON SIGHT WITH A DEMONIC ENERGY BEAM FROM THE SKY#oh? oh you thought Ichiban in 2021 was the first yakuza character to get an orbital laser attack?#jokes on you DEAD SOULS did it first in fucking 2012#and in the funniest possible way. ie: adding it as a weapon you can only get if you complete all substories complete all subterranea#missions and defeat zombie/ghost/demon amon. and when you achieve those things there’s no fanfare. no gravitas. you just get a text from bob#that says. i have something for you. come to naomi’s.#and with zero explanation kiryu gets. an infinite-durability orbital death laser#you really don’t get this type of obscure silliness in the franchise these days#and dead souls is just. one of a fucking kind#ridiculous#kiryu#kazuma kiryu#yakuza#rgg#yakuza dead souls#dead souls#rambling
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Needed to make a reference for myself for Varis so you guys get him young and with zenos' mom.
#ffxiv#concept#fan art#sketch#varis zos galvus#carosa wir galvus#had to hit him with the de-aging beam to get his facial features and structure down#because for some reason drawing him as he was originally was easier than this#now that I look at him I might've also drawn him as the burliest of him lucius and zenos#but he also carries the two heaviest weapons of them so it checks out#taking a good look at his model has made me realize this man is almost built like a roe#I also wanted to draw Carosa because Zenos seems to have gotten the majority of his looks from her#also side note- because I just spent two days staring at Varis' face#did they use an au ra head as his base?#it feels like they did LOL
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New Age Au (Nighttime Worries)
Okay remember how I said I'd be back? Yeah. I'm unwell. This is a shorter one that I think could definitely be approved upon, but I live for posting drabbles so 🫡🫡 good luck soldiers <3
This is an Error pov set maybe a month or two after Night became small.
Also @ancha-aus and @papiliovolens and @mutzelputz ! Welcome back! :]
"Nightmare?" Error's voice broke through the blackness of the space outside his workshop. The inside wasn't much brighter, a few loose blue strings being the only thing giving the room a faint glow. "What're you doing up here so late?"
There was no point in titles right now. Error had always been pretty bad about using then, but especially now that the king was... younger than him. Now that Nightmare was smaller.
Besides, it was the middle of the night, up in the top room of a fairly tall tower. He was the only one who came up here, and he'd know if there was anyone aside from Nightmare around.
The King had come to his door, and now stood outside it. He had his cloak wrapped at his shoulders, but Error was pretty sure he could see the soft, thin, purple of his sleepwear. He didn't even see Night's mask. It was just that soft white eyelight peering up at him in the dark.
"I... I'm not sure." Nightmare replied quietly.
Error let a breath pass between them.
Silence.
"You're not sure?" Error repeated incredulously.
Surely Nightmare wasn't visiting for no reason. Surely the king hadn't just popped by far into the night for fun.
Nightmare seemed to clutch at his cloak a bit tighter.
"I was in my study reading over documents, and I mentioned being thirsty, so Dust left to go get Ccino up and have him make something." He explained, then. The words coming quickly. "They took longer than I expected, so I moved to go meet them, but-" His breath quickened.
Error was piecing it together now. The stiffness. The rapid way he'd grabbed for the strings which would alert Error to his presence.
"I swore someone was following me, and you were the nearest." He finished, his eyelight dragging away to gaze back at the stairs behind him.
They were cold, and unwelcoming, and curved shortly out of sight into a dark pit. Away from Error's guiding lights.
Error gazed at Nightmare as he gathered a few more strings from his sockets. The magic spooled and glowed between his fingers, growing bright enough to cast Nightmare's shadow. Long and tall. Like his old form.
He wasn't focusing much on that, though. More, the dark circles that seemed to be under Nightmare's sockets. They made him look so weary, and sad. Tired.
"Well, I can tell you no one followed you up here. I'd know." Error offered him the quick comfort, and watched as Nightmare gave a hesitant little nod. Though, he couldn't seem to draw his gaze away.
It was like he was straining to hear any little noise. See any hidden face in the darkness.
Error sighed to himself.
Internally, of course. He wasn't that comfortable around the king. If only because he doubted the jumpy ruler would appreciate a fond sigh in the midst of his worry.
He'd heard from Ccino that Nightmare tended to get worried, and seen it enough times now that he had been spending more time outside his workshop.
"We should go back to your study, your highness." Error suggested, his strings already flying behind him, clutching and wrapping at his current project. Pulling it towards him, slinging in a satchel to hold tight to his side.
Nightmare glanced back to him briefly. In worry.
"If Ccino and Dust are both up and they get back to find you missing?" He asked loosely, "They're going to turn the castle upside down."
Something in that seemed to register for Nightmare, because he seemed to jolt and look fully towards Error.
"You're accompanying me?"
Error really held in that fond sigh this time. He cursed himself for picking up on that habit from his brothers.
"Sure. I mean, who am I to deny a chance to work in the study again?" He joked, before changing his tone slightly. "Plus, I have my magic. Anyone following you would be dusted before they could try anything."
This seemed to finally reassure Nightmare enough.
Error didn't think about Night's past all that often. He certainly thought of the king, but never what led him to feel so vulnerable. He figured it wasn't just that loss of magic.
Error stepped out of his workshop and stood beside Nightmare on the small landing.
They were very close. Close enough that Error's bones fizzled with the ghost of pressure as Nightmare's robe fell into one of Error's arms.
He flinched away, and Nightmare did the same with a quick little 'apologies'.
They stood there a moment, collecting themselves, before Error started down.
The stairs were long, and cold, and Error regretted his choice to not slip on his sandals before exiting his workshop, but there was no way he was turning around and being a big baby about it.
He kept a sense on Nightmare. His shoes clicked quietly and diligently against the tone, Light little patters just behind him.
Error remembered a time when he used to move in complete silence. He preferred it like this.
The steps were illuminated in blue magic, a Cyan coating every crack and crevice, giving them a little bubble of sight coming directly from Error's hand where he held the wad of illuminating magic.
It wasn't a very long trip. Not at all. But the quite felt tense and nervous. Error figured it was just Nightmare's worries feeding into his own tired energy. He'd not slept yet either.
Soon enough they came to the break in the hall, where the arch to the stairway intercepted the main hallway between the Twin's wing (the one where Nightmare resided with the Knights) and the rest of the castle.
Error hadn't realized how true it was that Night must've panicked halfway to his destination and rushed up to Error.
The hall was quiet so far, and devoid of people, so he led the charge into the wide, cold space.
The floors here had nice rugs lining the center, and he hopped onto the island of comfort away from the ruthless stone. Nightmare followed him swiftly.
He tried to appear comfortable, because he could tell Nightmare was staring. He always did that when he was trying to figure something out.
Something about feeling emotions when he was big and goopy. He couldn't do it anymore.
"Still clear." Error reported, and Nightmare nodded again.
They moved towards Nightmare's wing.
Error hadn't been here long, but he knew that Nightmare's wing was where he had his room, one he's had since childhood, his study, and the rooms where his knights had all eventually ended up.
It wasn't separated by a physical barrier, but no one dared to go into it unless they were invited by Night or the Knights. Or Ccino.
Error has had permission since first arriving, Nightmare insisting if he needed anything he could come searching. Error had never taken the offer before all this.
Of course, now was different.
Now the king was small, and his age, and they were friends. Or, he hoped they were, at least.
They moved quietly down the hall, passing rooms Error figured held Nightmare's resting elite guard. Or, maybe they were all off doing projects. He was pretty sure Cross was the only one with a decent sleep schedule among them.
Regardless, there wasn't any sign of movement, no other souls anywhere in the stretch of hall.
When they arrived to the study door, it was slightly ajar.
Error held out an arm, halting both himself and Nightmare just outside. A glance revealed Nightmare was surprised to see the door open.
Nightmare always closed doors behind him. It was a force of habit Error had seen plenty of times.
"Dust?" Nightmare tentatively called out.
Thank the gods Nightmare has faith in his knights. The thought that Dust might be inside hadn't even crossed is mind.
Error flinched slightly as the door swung inwards, revealing Dust.
He seemed to scan the hall, quickly taking in the scene. Error, standing partially between Night and the door. Night unharmed.
"My lord, you had me worried." Dust said quietly, that voice low and almost a mumble.
He moved out into the hall, past the two of them.
Dust was short. Nearly shorter than Nightmare. He'd apparently never been tall, if the joking he'd heard was to be believed.
Nightmare muttered an apology, quietly, and Error grumbled a bit to himself as Nightmare started around him, towards the study.
He followed, quickly moving from carpet to stone to carpet again.
He stayed on the ground just long enough for Nightmare to get comfortable on one of his sofas, where a few documents were strewn, before pulling himself and his project up into the air. To the small platform of strings he'd been constructing among the rafters of the high-ceiling.
"Nightmare, you alright?" Dust questioned more quietly once he shut the door, "Why'd you leave?"
Error watched from his perch as Nightmare sunk in on himself a bit. Though he didn't flinch away as Dust took up a spot on the nearest chair.
"I thought I heard something, so I came to find you." He said smally. "But I thought I heard it again in the hall, and I wasn't sure how far away you had gone to find Ccino, so- so I rushed up to Error's workshop instead of coming back."
Dust seemed to think about it for a second, before he nodded to himself. Error couldn't see his eyelights thanks to the angle.
"Alright, I understand." He said simply, "I apologize for leaving you alone like that."
Nightmare just nodded a bit to himself, turning back to his papers.
"It's alright. Error brought me back safely." He said, then.
Error was glad he was up in his perch, because Nightmare's voice was very nice when he was calm. And it felt really nice to have Nightmare speak highly of him. He tried not to react as he saw Dust lift his skull and squint up at his platform among the shadowy rafters.
He stuck a hand out, the one with the strings still glowing around it, and gave a thumbs up to the knight.
He was well aware the Knights weren't all that trusting of him. But, then again Error was the newest one, and seemingly someone Nightmare had decided to trust all on his own.
Though, Dust seemed different. He just nodded and focused again on Nightmare. He didn't chastise him for sticking around or bother him to come down.
In the ensuing silence, Error got to work unraveling his project from his satchel.
The glowing string moved about to light the dim space, as a few well-placed pulls allowed the pieces of his work to gently spread out onto the woven ground of his platform.
Several arrowheads were spread before him, a few shafts discarded to the side. Each arrow point was covered in different magical layers, some looser than others, some more obvious.
Error had been working for a bit now on an idea he'd had when he first got to the town where the wizards had been setting up for the King's arrival. To impress him, and hopefully be hired.
One of those people had been accompanied by an archer, and their showing had been of magic-tipped arrows that could harness blue magic once they were stuck inside, forcing an enemy to a full stop if they were hit.
It was a clever idea, but it was a one-trick show, and could only be used by the monster shooting them because they had a blue soul trait. Humans, non-patience monsters, they'd be out of luck.
Error wanted to try something like that, but better. Use pre-made arrows and find a way to easily coat them in his magic. His strings always stayed, and the potency always remained strong, no matter how far away he was. He'd not realized that back at school, when he was testing something at his house, and accidentally set a room on fire back at the academy with strings he'd left behind.
Though, progress had been slow. It was hard to work with materials he didn't make, but it made no sense to craft them from scratch himself, it'd be a waste of time to make enough for the entire guard, especially since arrows were a one-time use.
The ones he'd made technically worked, but the strings either dulled the point, or loosened on impact and were easy to pull out. He needed them to stay put.
Oh.
An idea rushed into his head, and he scooped up one of his unused arrowheads, spinning it between his fingers, before collecting more of his magic and getting to work on his idea.
It didn't take long, not at all, but it took just long enough that he hadn't noticed Ccino enter the room.
Error rolled to the edge of his platform, leaning over a bit, to spot that Ccino was now sat on the couch beside Nightmare, the king tucked into the older skeleton's side. Was he shivering?
Error figured that, just maybe, Nightmare wouldn't be in the mood to look at his deadly magical weapon right this second. He was fine with that, he'd just show him tomorrow. Or whenever he visited again.
Before he could commit to rolling back out of sight, he found his eyelights meeting Ccino's over Nightmare's skull.
"Oh, Error!" He greeted quietly. Ccino was always careful around him. Not unkind. "Would you like some tea? Dust's not having any, so I have an extra cup."
The offer was surprising, and Error debated.
Sure, why the hell not. He hadn't had tea in a while, and should probably drink something.
He wordlessly rolled off his platform, one hand ensuring strings dropped him gently to the carpet behind the couch that Nightmare and Ccino were sat on.
Ccino smiled at him, gently nudging Nightmare to sit up so that he could pour a new cup.
When Night straightened, he wiped at his sockets before turning around to face Error. One hand held his tea gently, the other was free and braced against the wooden couch back.
It seemed like he was going to say something, when he blinked and focused in on Error's hand.
"Oh! You were working on a project?" He asked quietly, and Error internally cursed his habits.
He still had the arrowhead loosely draped from strings in his other hand. He hadn't even realized it. It was just easier to not forget where he put things if he kept hold of them.
"Yeah. It's... not finished yet. This is just the best version I have right now." He said, lifting his hand up so that Nightmare could see it better.
By proxy, the other two could see it as well. Ccino returned with the cup, and held it out on its saucer to Error over the back of the couch.
He didn't seem offended when Error used strings to grip it and hold it. It was easier to keep from spilling, and free up his hands as he did other tasks. He had better awareness with his strings than he did his normal body.
"Mm. Magic arrows, like from the Wizard Tryouts?" Dust spoke up from his seat a bit further away.
Nightmare blinked in surprise as he seemed to be reminded of that showing. Then his brow furrowed. "Didn't you say that those were poorly designed?"
It was true, Error had given a full report on why he hadn't been impressed by anyone else at the showing once he was hired. He was surprised Nightmare's remembered it.
"Those ones had shit design, yes." He confirmed, flicking his wrist so the strings shortened and pulled the arrow closer to his palm. "These ones aren't custom-made. It's your regular everyday arrow with a sleeve that wraps tight to the arrowhead."
He couldn't help himself as he stepped a bit closer to the couch. "The ideal design would be something that stays on when entering the target, but remains in the wound after the arrow is removed." His strings shifted, he used his free hand to point to a band of bright blue wrapped around the center of it. "This version adds barbs to the edges, so as long as it stayed on until it hit the target, it would leave blue magic behind, dug into the wound"
He jostled his hand a bit so the string would allow it to spin a bit. "Of course, this sort of design would only work being made of my magic, but if I made enough tiny sleeves anyone in the guard could have some nasty archery shots."
He was grinning. He always got excited when he got to explain his creations. They were his pride and joy.
"Gods, that's... a little terrifying, kid." Dust said with a weary chuckle.
Error's offense, though, was quickly overridden by a motion from Night.
The King reached a hand out to gently cup under the arrow as it swung to a stop.
"I think it's very clever!" The King said slightly, eyelight plastered on the prototype weapon, "It's far more efficient than training our magic users in blue magic, and would certainly take enemies out with less arrow cost and man-power on our end."
That was exactly it. Error was always relieved when the two of them were on the same page.
"You were right Error, your design is far more impressive than that man's was." Error was less relieved when he recieved a compliment. It always felt jarring and undeserved.
And yet Nightmare always seemed to genuine.
"Of course it's better, my liege." He said, grinning as he retracted his hand. The arrow moving with it. "It hasn't been tested, though, so I'll need to continue working on it before we can be sure." He redirected, trying very hard to hope he hadn't blushed at the kind words.
Nightmare hummed, "Right. I'm sure we can arrange for a few archers to try them out once you're ready." He agreed gently. "Thank you for sharing your design early, Error. It's always a treat."
Ohh. Nightmare why infront of the others??
Error nodded, "I'll let you know when I think I have the perfect version to test." He agreed, before stepping away to let his strings tug him back up into the darkness, along with his newly acquired tea.
The others spoke for a bit longer below, but Error hardly listened. His cheekbones were surely flushed, and his hands shook a bit. He had to reply on pure stubbornness to continue improving on the design and not get caught up in the thoughts of how much he enjoyed Nightmare's company.
He just had to get this right.
#new age au#I like that I never take the time to tag this as anything besides the au name lmao-#anyways. yeah#Error is so funny to me. bro has self worth issues from being told to suppress his magic and make 'useful' things the 'right' way for so#long by adults that now that he has Nightmare who's very very invested in every weapon that would very much be considered a war crime that#he makes? he's learning to balance his pride and his anxiety.#also the others are... worried. often. but Error hasn't killed anyone or exploded the castle yet soooo. they don't have a place to judge#this goofy 15 y/o out here crushing on the king and being a recluse <3#also I'm hoping I remembered everyone who wanted to be tagged? my memory is so so awful-#okay that's all. y'all have a lovely day! i'm off to go do things!#(Ancha's fic beamed this idea directly into my brain btw. no joke. like a brick thru my window as I'm peacefully trying to read -)
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tra la la making marker illustrations of my ocs as if it were like a comic cover or smth…
#oh btw i’m not planning to actually make this comic anytime soon i just was imagining it and realized i could do it anyway :^)#my art#my ocs#BEAST tag#img desc in alt text#nina is sooo special to me shoutout to girls who look so creepy and off putting for no reason because actually they are just a little silly#and maybe a bit scheming. like yes she controls this huge bear-shaped weapon that was made specifically to harm others but actually that’s#just her best friend who happens to have sharp claws and the ability to incapacitate most anyone using noise beam. in practice they are#laughing and skipping around you have to trust me on this
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Orb to beam interfacer
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What's Up With Blue?
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#blue#blue roof#dew#directed energy weapon#project blue beam#lahaina#maui#hawaii#2023#usa#united states#america#nwo#new world order#illuminati#agenda 21#agenda 2030#event 201#id2020#covid 1984#plandemic#cashless society#cryptocurrency#one world government#the great reset#prepper#tiktok
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Grazed, "First Strike"
#Stargate Atlantis#SGA#First Strike#Elizabeth Weir#Atlantis#beam weapon#City Ship#shields#sgaedit#stargateedit#GIF#my gifs#it's not a stargate rewatch rewatch#Hide and Queue
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Arms dealing
A higher up from I Conigli Neri inspects a shipment of smuggled energy weapons just delivered into the port. Due to both the importance of the product and the overseer herself a White Rabbit has been sent to escort her and ensure the deal goes smoothly.
#my art#my artwork#traditional art#character design#scifi#scifiart#bunny girl#bunny suit#arms dealers#beam weapon#guns#rain#I Conigli Neri
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thoughts on sound design and Divinity in ultrakill
#listening to things like#the sounds the virtues and their heavenly beam attacks make#or the hum of gabriel's light weapons#it's not the sound of an angelic choir. it's warbly and distorted and inorganic#almost like a synthesized imitation of more traditionally heavenly sound#and i don't remember if i've talked about it here. but that ties into the mechanical nature of heaven and its heirarchy#reading what the game has to say about gabriel. the wording very Very badly wants you to think of gabriel as a machine#as a weapon#the way the terminal talks about him and the way the council does#it's dehumanizing commodification#and that brings to mind the contrast the game sets up between angels and machines#because angels are counterpart to Robots in ultrakill's story. not demons#the game sets up conflict between Heaven and Earth. with hell just serving as a backdrop#and that shows in the way the game handles angels and machines#where the structure of heaven's forces is rigid and the sound of divinity is a synthetic growl#looking at ultrakill's scripture on machines on the other hand. you'll find that every robot described in the terminal has a story involving#some kind of deviation from originally manufactured purpose. form. design. aesthetic#they're really Wild Animals#they fight. they Live#they evolve and they mutate#they do whatever the hell they need to#and i find that fascinating. perfect contrast#again my fingers are crossed tighter than hell that the Violence layer plays with that animalism#or that machinekind is at least explored further somewhere else in the story#either way. can't wait#no one does hell like hakita#make it this far down i'd love to hear what you think
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i need to be given the funds to make my own war of the worlds adaptation immediately i'm so tired of watching adaptations that try to make it an sfx action thing instead of a horror thing
#no laser or visible shot beam weapons!!#give me that invisble sword of death version of the heat ray from the novel!!
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shout out to the dm of my dnd game always. we got lore today that dragonkin (dragonborn/kobolds/dragons) believe the soul is made of three parts.
I’m stupid gay about the world building in our dnd game so im just talking out loud about it rn but for the soul you’ve got:
1.) your hoard (i.e. your stuff) and your body (which makes sense to me. I forget the dm’s exact wording, but i see the connection cause like. it’s Yours. the hoard is an extension of the self too)
2.) your ancestral memory/where you go when you sleep
3.) the person you are when you’re awake
#rumbles#the kingdoms#also i couldn’t develop coherent thoughts at the time for a whole bu ch of boring reasons#but the second point struck me too. rly fun when context u learn later puts past happenings in a different light#or w/e#ramiel has already had at least One dream of his mom#who is missing btw the number 1 plot hook of arc 2 is ‘find ramiels mom’#well he had a dream of a big beautiful white dragon who’s breath weapon was a godzilla beam of radiance THE OBVIOUS CONCLUSION WAS ITS HER#obvious if u play the game. what i’m saying is gibberish if ur reading this i’m certain#ramiels mom is the dragon god manoma. cause he’s special#the best part about dnd games is all ur blorbos are the main characters
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