#hes a bard of doom

[computerpeople]

not all of our alters have godtiers but i and mikey both do and we have no idea which one would win over the other if we played sburb. I REALLY HOPE MINE WINS (MAGE OF HOPE) SO SO SO BAD BUT REALISTICALLY MIKES WOULD

[everyones-least-favorite-bard]

(based on the Fool from the Rider-Waite tarot deck)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Started a new book series, and has been a journey...an Odyssey, if you will.

[aotearoa20]

Sauron invented gunpowder as like an after thought. Put it in like a 'this could be used for nefarious purposes' box for later.

And it worked, the Numenorians got hold of it at some point and when Tar-Mairon came finally, he looked over their work with a odd sort of pride?

All this to say Olorin smuggled gunpowder back into Middle Earth and created fireworks in the name of redeeming twisted creations (and in hopes of riling up the fledgling dark lord wherever it was he was hiding)

[lanternlightss]

Lantern i want to share one thought that i just had about siren!Venti.

He must be buff af. Like. My grandpa had a wheelchair and almost never asked people for help with it and basically carried himself all around the city, Venti is doing that And taking themselves out of the water only using their arms, dragging all that mass? All that fish muscle out of the water and still dragging their tail all around when on land? That fibsh is BUFF.

looks at the outlines for future chapters and smiles. oh they are very buff

NO BUT YEAH same ol venti trying to downplay what power they hold 🙏 except its not working for them others have an approximate knowledge to what kind of range that power is 😔😔 sorry to say venti but you are not being slick with casually heaving a shelf over and pretending to be exhausted after happily dragging it. you poke at the fish chest and it feels like a solid metal wall and its being used to give the perfect hug. god bless if the tail is laid on a lap full weight because …. Rip ………..

its like those big dogs breed for guarding and they try to initiate play 😭😭

[swordmaid]

i love having ocs wdym my own brain is thinking up of scenarios thats leaving me feeling deranged with the context that only i know about

[themoonatmingitaw]

A gift for a friend's boyfriend of his Tav, Guillaume, a Shield Dwarf Bard of the College of Lore, and god's favourite princess.

He tried and failed to romance Shadowheart, so the actual situation is something more like this:

(Serilde is also a Bard of Lore, they are canonically friends since college)

[dandiestbard]

♡ (Alfira)

@ourwrittenstories

●●●●● | ATTRACTION ●●●●○ | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●●●○ | LOYALTY ●●●●○ | TRUST

[quirinah]

ive gone completely insane

[perhaps-only-a-mirage]

oh btw, have some jaspers too.. god tier jaspers. Thief of Rage

[battlevann]

ppl who customize/edit godtier outfits... i love you

[mothmore]

do you think victor frankenstein is more mage of light or more bard of doom

oh god robo you threw a tough one at me ,,,,

my initial instinct tells me that victor’s aspect is light because of its main association with knowledge , of course. and him being a mage makes sense because he knows how smart he is and ends up able to get to where he wants by manipulating that knowledge. but. there’s also the association with luck in the light aspect. which. i cant in good conscience say that victor manipulates (or even has) good luck throughout the book ,,,,, even if a mage still takes on the negative effects of their aspects. there’s just. he’s not benefiting from knowledge or luck ultimately.

i think bard of doom is more fitting for him. 

while i wouldnt inherently call his destruction/fate passive… it was unintentional , which works pretty well with a bard. everything he does somehow fucks shit up worse. AND there is the added bonus w doom aspect being that he does sorta have a dream of doom with his dream about elizabeth and caroline right after brining The Creation to life ,,,,

frankenstein also is just. the story is a tragedy. things end poorly. victor , and everyone around him , is doomed because of his actions. so i would say with some confidence i would call victor a bard of doom

[butleroftoast]

[I am being totally normal and fine about postgame headcanons.]

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Morris and Halsin don't part on bad terms. On the contrary, they both want to see each other again, desperately. But Halsin is busy rebuilding and helping refugees and Morris doesn't know where his head is any more, now that it's his again.

They do stay together for a while, learning real things about each other beyond shadow curses and tadpoles. Morris has developed various habits from living alone: muttering to himself, hoarding food, squirming in his sleep if he isn't allowed to share his bed with the sewer rats, which Halsin finds endearingly annoying while meditating beside him. Halsin's freedom with wildshaping and his rather energetic sex drive is a lot for Morris to get used to as someone accustomed to keeping his emotions under lock and key. Morris learns about Halsin's history, the pain he hides from in wildshape, and Halsin learns that Morris simply yearns to be able to fly in the wildshape of a bird. At the end of a long day Halsin will share his pipe, Morris will share his herbal teas, and they wait for sundown.

Their relationship has never been better as autumn draws to a close, and yet they both sense that this is the time to part. They don't plan it, or even want it (both think: it's what he wants). It's nearly unspoken. Morris makes a comment about hibernation, gentle teasing which is slowly becoming more natural to him, and adds matter-of-factly (quietly) that he'll see Halsin in the spring. Not long after the first snowfall, Morris slips away (to somewhere… much warmer).

(He hates this. He isn't an adventurer. The only thing which kept him going was the thought of returning home to the rats, but after what he's been through and what he's seen, the people he's met, that isn't enough any more. He never wanted a taste for adventure, but now he has one and it won't go away, a phantom itch in his brain and the less he dwells on that thought the better.)

Spring comes and goes with no sign of Morris. So do months, years, possibly decades before he's seen in Faerûn again. When he returns, it's been so long that he's not exactly forgotten Halsin, but put him in the "fond memory" corner of his mind, someone he loved once - that is, if he wasn't a cruel dream conjured up by the tadpole. Morris isn't sure any more. Besides, he doesn't like to think too deeply about it in case it awakens old hurt (love never becomes something he's familiar with), although he does pause every time he adds a spoon of honey to his tea. He definitely doesn't seek Halsin out immediately - he's got his Oak & Mistletoe plot to worry about, with Skullduggan and the Firefly Queen.

But one day he happens to be in Baldur's Gate, finishing up a quest, and realises that he has time. He has nowhere else to be. He could go to wherever Halsin was last. Not looking for Halsin, you understand, he just wants to see the results of Halsin's hard work. So he goes (secretly, denying it to himself, getting excited: will Halsin have changed? He's an elf and a druid, so he won't have aged much. Will he see the changes in Morris? Will he be surprised? Will he be waiting for him to appear on the horizon, like he promised?).

And Halsin isn't there.

He's not dead, not mysteriously disappeared, not avoiding him, just busy elsewhere through plain bad luck. Morris hates magically contacting people, it feels too invasive, so he doesn't bother. He looks around at everything Halsin built, waiting, waiting, and then moves on again himself.

At other times, Halsin goes into Baldur's Gate, searching for that balance he wanted between the city and nature. Not Morris himself, that goes against Halsin's beliefs (he tells himself), he is content to let chance reunite them only if or when that is what nature intends (so he tells himself again). But it wouldn't hurt to check up on the local rats, and if he were to ask them whether Morris has been around lately, well, that's just good manners.

Besides, Morris is never there anyway. He's always just left, or expected back soon, or travelling somewhere with the rats in tow.

It doesn't matter, each says to himself separately. Bears don't mate for life and nor do rats. They've led long and, if not happy, at least interesting lives apart. Halsin has taken many other lovers. Morris has been endlessly pestered by the Firefly Queen.

But they still think of each other, from time to time, when the days are getting shorter and the nights are drawing in.

Maybe one day spring will come.

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No matter how long and cold the winter, it always ends eventually.

Much, much older, so old he isn't sure himself how many years have passed, Morris has been a sailor on a cursed voyage, a mind flayer's thrall, dragged through the Hells, played with and thrown away by Archfey, made friends, lost friends, possibly died and then been denied even that chance to get some rest because some god or other decided he wasn't finished with yet. He's starting to think that fate really hates him personally, and he's still a sourpuss, but on the other hand he has gained in courage and emotional maturity.

He comes home, tired and aching ("timeless body" doesn't mean he can't be bloody exhausted), promising himself as usual that he's getting too old for this and it will definitely be the last time, but the rats are excited by something. A strange person they've never met - this is many generations of rats after the Absolutist Cult - was hanging around earlier. Because the rats communicate through senses, not language, they show Morris the scent of grass, earth, sweat, and he thinks, oh, great, sounds like a druid, just my luck, they've probably come to revoke my Druid Licence after I've put in a lifetime of work on it. But then he realises there's another note to the scent, just a touch of honey.

Long forgotten memories come flooding back. Tadpoles, and goblin camps, and helping a bear in a cage purely because as much as he hated people, he would never let an animal suffer unnaturally. Bonfires, slightly too much wine, that first campsite by the river on a misty morning. Early summer. How young and stupid and petulant he was. All those hints, wilfully ignored, things unsaid spoken into shadows. Shutting him out while doing anything, everything, to keep him safe and bring him home. How young and stupid. A question on the docks by starlight, will he won't he, sneaking out of the camp, ratshape, suddenly alive again after so long alone, the shock of discovering each other in a precious moment stolen away from the nightmare.

How young he was.

He realises he's left home again, walking, searching, leaning on his stick for support. It reminds him of the old days in autumn, the excitement he barely lets himself feel: surely Halsin will have changed by now? He must be, what, four hundred years old, five hundred, more? It's hard to keep track of time these days. Does he still have the scars, the smile? What will he think when he sees Morris in his new favoured shape, a parrot? Does he still wildshape into a bear when he's excited? Will he be excited to see him?

(While nearby, somebody else thinks: does he still fidget in his sleep? Does he still mutter to himself without realising he's doing it? Has he learned not to be afraid of his own dreams? Does he ever dream of me?)

And as Morris - a druid whose devotion lies with the vermin and pests carving a niche in the human world - walks through the streets, a balance of the human city and wild nature, the first warm sun of spring lights up his old, tired face.

[himbolover777]

whoah flowarrb godtiers. Liek hometuck no fucking way

Filterless again

[lanternlightss]

nameless bard …

[teacupballerina]

Aku/Scaramouche ship manifesto in 2025 we're here for it and so thankful please read everything thank you

tell us about aku/scaramouche

thank you anon for indulging me

listen. I'm banging my fist on the table. Aku/Scaramouche. Why isn't this a THING. Why after digging halfway to hell into the tumblr tags have I only seen two people total shipping Aku/Scaramouche. It is RIGHT THERE.

Scaramouche bases like 50% of his identity around being Aku's #1 specialest little guy. He's called Aku often enough to have memorized both his phone number and the unique tune the buttons make when he dials the number. He crossed half the damn planet AS A HEAD to give Aku some good news as fast as possible. He's known Aku long enough to make it to #1, so he must know how often Aku breaks his bargains—even with people that handed him Jack on a silver platter—but he's unflaggingly confident that Aku will happily pay off Scaramouche's debts as a reward. He's just as confident that the guy who instantly eye-lasers anyone that displeases him will be thrilled to chat after Scaramouche breaks into Aku's locked down castle.

And Aku IS willing to listen and DOESN'T kill Scaramouche for breaking in. He gives Scaramouche a new body—as far as I can recall, the ONLY on-screen example of Aku rewarding an underling in the entire show. He's willing to do a stupid victory dance with Scaramouche. He brings Scaramouche along to gloat at Jack (altho it didn't end well RIP Scaramouche The Merciless you'll be missed). He gave Scaramouche his number in the first place—possibly during the span of time when he's so depressed he'll hardly get out of bed, much less talk to anyone. Aku even accepts collect calls from him.

And there's SO many ways you can write it.

Are you into "villain and his most loyal henchman"? Boom. You've got it.

"Godlike figure and the little person who (figuratively or literally) worships him"? Boom. You can effortlessly spin it that way.

"Murderous remorseless evil power couple that mocks the good guys together"? Boom.

"Creepy dark doom guy who radiates grumpiness and his ball of radioactive sunshine and optimism"? Boom.

"The one guy who can get away with shoving his way into the misanthrope's life without being sent packing"? Boom.

"Guy who looks dark and scary but when Jack isn't stalking him is a font of unhinged evil glee and guy who looks fun-loving and cheerful but is also a font of unhinged evil glee."

"The Statler and Waldorf at any group social function if Statler and Waldorf really liked slaughtering whole towns and mistakenly assumed they were the two coolest guys in the room."

"Guy who's so miserably depressed he can hardly drag himself through the day and guy who goes to the ends of the earth to give him the one thing that can make him smile again."

"Guy who has all the riches in the world and his hot young thing that confidently tells everyone he meets that his sugar daddy evil boss will pay for anything he asks."

Boom boom boom. I could go on. You can do anything with this ship. "Oh I want a monsterfucker ship but I can't tell if I'm in the mood for demons or robots" WHY CHOOSE, HAVE THEM BOTH.

My personal preferred way to interpret them—you're getting my headcanon now, I'm holding back the general Scaramouche headcanons and sticking to the ones relevant to the ship—I think Scaramouche's model is the next-gen upgraded version of the X-model line. The X-49 experiment proved that giving robots emotions made them better at killing and helped them survive longer so they can kill more. So, give them all emotions. Make a couple of tweaks: you don't want them doubting their jobs or understanding right from wrong, so don't give them consciences or the capacity for remorse, let 'em have fun killing while keeping the rage and self-preservation that made X-49 so successful. And rabid loyalty to one living being seems like a great way to motivate them, but we don't want any more robots dragging home stray dogs. Program them for loyalty to Aku.

So here we've got a bot who has an entire whole personality of his own—dude probably dresses himself, he has very strong opinions on Jack's hair, and I'm sure Aku's not the one who went "you know what would make this assassin unstoppable? the flute"—and yet, and yet, the core of his existence is obsessive devotion to Aku. Everything's about Aku, everything's for Aku, he kills for Aku, he travels the world for Aku, he sings and dances for Aku, he breaks Aku's commands for Aku. All he wants to do is everything Aku could possibly want him to do. And he must be succeeding because he's Aku's #1 assassin.

When Scaramouche is slaughtering a whole town just to lure Jack out so he can kill him, Aku is telling his scientists he's given up on sending anyone to kill Jack and pretending he doesn't even care anymore—and that must mean Aku didn't send Scaramouche after Jack, Scaramouche decided on his own that that's his target. It's not like he needs to impress Aku—not THAT much anyway—he's already #1. He's trying to figure out what will make his depressed-as-hell boss finally happy. He's calling Aku as often as he can get away with, to hear his voice, to make sure Aku approves, to ask what now, what can I do for you next.

Eventually, ultimately, if you wait long enough and dig deep enough, his every thought revolves around Aku. It's what he's programmed for, after all. He worships Aku. He wants Aku. He loves Aku.

... Scaramouche you weren't programmed to feel loyalty that way. Scar. Scaramouche what are you doing. None of the other bots in Scaramouche's line did this. (Which is good, because if he thought that a bunch of bots with the potential to be just as competent & useful as him were his rivals, he might just destroy them all.) These emotion chips are wild, the second you flip them on they start adapting and changing and it's impossible to predict how they'll affect a bot's personality. Maybe a bot will decide purple overcoats are cool and fall in love with his boss. You never know. Well... whatever's going on in his head, it seems to be effective. He is Aku's #1 assassin.

For Aku's part? If the show's plot had gone a little bit differently and he didn't blow up anybody's head and they'd both lived long enough for Aku to find all this out himself?

How rare must it be for anyone to want him?

Not his massive store of riches—him. Not a piece of his political power—him. Not offers from him of cushier jobs or better bounties—him. Not his protection as an indestructible shapeshifter—him. Not his favor, a village spared, a prisoner freed—him.

Him—and not in spite of the billion red flags, but heedless of them. Him—with no fear of the potential consequences that come from being so close to him, the greater risk of misstepping and ending up in the Pit of Hate or worse—not because his suitor arrogantly thinks himself immune to those risks (well—maybe a little bit), but because anything he can get before that last mistake would make it all worth it. Him—not because this suitor imagines some secret better nature hiding inside of Aku, but because of what Aku clearly is on the outside—even when he's feeling at his worst and most pathetic—because Scaramouche is devoted to Aku the way he is, because he must be devoted to Aku the way he is, however he is.

The fact that it's programmed doesn't make it any less sincere. And anyway, it was never meant to be programmed like that—from the default code, this arose naturally.

And Aku may have been pursued a few times in the past, primarily for political alliances and the like, but he's never been wanted like THIS before: with the steely-opticked determination of an unstoppable killing machine.

And this demon, this monster, this tree-ogre, who sees children celebrating his would-be murderer and—instead of punishing them or even telling them made-up stories about how good is lame and evil will always win in the end—tries pathetically to convince the children that he's the hero protecting them, tries to steal that hero-worship for himself...

It's possible Aku may have never noticed how awful it feels to be eternally, universally unwanted... until he's wanted for the first time.

And once he feels it, once he's convinced it's real, he'll crave it with all the avarice with which he ever hungered for the rest of the world's vast treasures.

Do you see my vision. Can you feel the potential. Please. Please. I'm on my knees. Is anybody listening.