#hex!ori

[hexcia]

A reference of blue's armor and a new design for swap papyrus!! [and a new name!!]

[atheneum-of-you]

Hello all! I'm Poppyyyy and I'm a 26 year old polyamorous dweeb, navigating the world of witchery and divinity after years of back and forth with my Christian upbringing. I'm not particularly new to my practices, I've been ingrained in them for about 5 years now. But I still greatly consider myself a novice in many aspects so please bear with any of my inexperiences.

There truly is nothing particularly special about my blog I don't think. I live in a very strict abrahamic household, so this is my little refuge to brain dump my practices, thoughts on spiritual topics, and to use as a diary.

Regardless, I hope you enjoyed your stay ♡

As of Nov. 08, 2024, I am training to be a priestess of Hermes, with his blessing ♡

(Practices and stuff under the cut)

Even though the things I can do are limited in my household, I still do my best to practice when I can!

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Patron:

Hermes ♡

Ares

Worshipper of:

Selene

Zeus

Hermes

Archangel Michael

Aoreleia

Worker of:

Archangel Michael

Aoreleia

Hermes

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Shera

Ver

Oris

Isel

Lars

Kry

Graham Cracker

Tarian

Clad

Ellie

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Tarot (primary)

Pendulum

Bibliomancy (still learning)

Telepathy (companions and devotions)

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Chaos Magic

Conjuring

Deity work

Tarot reading

Astral creation/traveling

Thoughtform/servitor creation

Herbs

The occasional hex or two ♡

Overall, I'd love to make some new friends and maybe we can be moots, enjoy your stay ♡

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Week 4 - Garden

And we go on with this purely self-indulgent story! <3

Prompt: Garden

Pairing: Bilbo x Thorin, Ori x OC

Words: 1 515

Warnings: Fear, danger, a night-time trek

Carefully, this unlikely angel put their things neatly into the negligently discarded packs, his hair shining like polished copper in the dancing glare of the firelight.

“I’m Elya.”

He looked up, a soft smile turning his eyes into pools of shimmering ink. “Ori,” he repeated gently. “The King wants to see you. There will be food.”

Elya interlaced her fingers to keep herself from reaching out and checking his teeth just in case his mastery of their common language had led to an unfortunate misunderstanding, and she was meant to end up on the plate to feed a horde of pointy-toothed savages.

“We know the woods,” he explained slowly. “We can give you good food. Meat.”

That, unfortunately, did nothing to assuage her doubts or calm her fears.

“King?” Bilbo interrupted her mental downward spiral resolutely. “There’s a monarchy in place?”

Ori nodded, beaming with pride, as he jerked his thumb at the outline of a mountain, bathing peacefully in the moonlight, some distance ahead. “The King under the Mountain. You’ll meet him soon!”

He then bobbed his head at the first two men to find their camp who were still standing at the edge of the clearing like mute sentinels. “These are the princes, his nephews,” Ori declared, pride and earnest fondness turning his voice warmer yet.

Afraid that she’d been hexed, Elya hesitated, digging her heels into the soft ground.

Only then did his alert gaze register the hint of unease in their expressions.

“We won’t hurt you,” he promised solemnly. “It’s not safe out here at night; we’ll take you to safety. Come now! Trust us! We wish you no harm!”

He stood and slung one of the packs across his back as if it weighed nought more than a sack of dry leaves and tossed the other to the one called Kíli.

Then, he extended a hand and pulled Elya to her feet.

At once, she was overcome with admiration for his unexpected strength and the warmth of his silken skin—before she could bethink herself of her morals and good breeding, she instinctively wished he’d hold her hand for a little longer.

As soon as that thought sank in like a stone to the bottom of a dark lake, she withdrew her hand.

“Don’t fear,” Ori reasserted, but she could see she’d vexed him with her brusque motion.

“Who are you?” Bilbo interrupted yet again as they were shepherded, wedged between Fíli and Kíli with Ori taking the rearguard, deeper into the forest.

Soon, there was no light other than the moon overhead to guide their steps, but their attendants seemed to know the way by heart and didn’t hesitate or falter.

“We’re the Khazâd,” Ori supplied from behind. “Who are you?”

“We’re researchers,” Bilbo replied readily. “We’ve come to explore this virgin island which doesn’t seem to be so deserted after all.”

Chuckling under her breath, Elya found that his unshakeable humour and verve did much to calm her frayed nerves. She’d trust Bilbo as she had since the beginning of this venture, and they’d certainly end up as right as rain.

“We’re…secret,” Ori informed them tersely. “We can show you, but you can never tell.”

At that, Bilbo visibly withered. This could have been his life’s work. Then again, he’d never write another paper anyway if they were beheaded or left to die in the wilderness by that mysterious king they were destined to meet before the sun came up.

“All right,” he said hesitantly.

“The King will explain,” Ori promised.

As they walked, Elya noticed that their surroundings shifted and changed nigh imperceptibly—little by little, the greenery seemed to grow less dense and suffocating and more ordered in its wild, mesmerising display of textures and shapes.

The sun had crept over the horizon slowly, now bathing the scene in a pale golden light which revealed a blinding array of vibrant colours that positively took her breath away.

“A moment, I beg,” she exclaimed, tugging her notebook from a side pocket of the bag on Kíli’s back and hastily sketching the charming curves and constellations of a cluster of flowers onto the next free page.

Someone snorted good-humouredly.

“Do you like Thorin’s gardens?” Ori’s careful, well-modulated voice cut through the haze of her concentration, pointedly ignoring the unequivocally needling comments from his fellows.

“That’s a fascinating language,” Bilbo observed. “Your drawing seems to have elicited a surge of hilarity. If I’m not very much mistaken, they are mocking our translator, though I’m not yet sure what particular element strikes them as so amusing.”

Elya looked up from her pencil sharply—the forcibly neutral tone of Bilbo’s voice made her narrow her eyes in an instinctive fit of embarrassment.

“I—No!” Ori squeaked while blushing furiously. Evidently, he either was much more fluent in the common tongue than he’d let on or Bilbo’s provocative purr had been universally comprehensible. “It is a good likeness,” he went on with strenuous equanimity after clearing his throat a few times. “If you want, I can show you my own sketches of the gardens in the cold season.”

By that time, the two presumed royals were laughing so hard that they were clutching their bellies as they bent over.

“I would love that,” Elya replied with as much dignity as she could scrape together in her disadvantaged position. “We could look through my notes. Maybe you could give me a few pointers and explanations?”

To her astonishment, Ori’s complexion grew ever darker, making the golden freckles covering his cheeks and nose gleam like stars fallen into a sunset ocean.

“It would be my pleasure,” he whispered curtly but earnestly.

“Careful there, old girl,” Bilbo mouthed when he finally managed to catch his assistant’s eye. “If you’re not mindful of your words, you might well end up married to the odd chap before we’ve even made it to our audience.”

Elya, who’d stubbornly escaped matrimony by disappearing into her scientific and academic endeavours, grimaced as she realised that this ludicrous idea was nowhere near as distasteful and horrifying as it should have been.

She mulled over this uncharacteristic impulse, hardly paying any attention to her surroundings, and gasped in shocked astonishment when she found herself suddenly faced with an intricately carved portal that had been almost entirely obscured by the deceptive layers of greenery.

“I’m sorry,” Ori piped up. “You must be tired, but the King will certainly want to see you first.”

“You better let me do the talking,” Bilbo impressed upon her insistently. “I’d rather not catch up on our lost sleep in a dank cell.”

“I’ll have you know that I’m not a complete brute,” Elya hissed back, vexed to the core by his insinuation.

“If you had told me that yesterday, I’d have believed you,” her superior smirked knowingly. “However, I’ve now seen you make eyes at our poor guide and guardian, and I’d rather not go home empty-handed, tight-lipped, and an assistant short because you pledged yourself to a whole tribe of strangers!”

Elya scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“Please,” Ori, blessedly ignorant of their little aside, whispered, waving at a set of heavy double doors.

With a minute shrug, Bilbo stepped forward, shielding Elya with his body and nodded at their confusing would-be-saviours.

As soon as the doors opened, his pulse slowed and then picked up all at once. The room beyond the doors was unexpectedly, amazingly beautiful.

Bilbo knew not what he’d imagined, but—never in a thousand years—could he have foreseen to find a hall carved out of living rock and adorned with precious stones and rare metals.

“Not a jungle hut then,” Elya breathed behind him, apparently less tongue-tied than her boss.

Giving her a sharp glance that was at least in part meant to be punitive, Bilbo felt his head swivel back almost against his will.

At the end of the long, spacious room stood a throne on a raised dais, and—on that massive chair—sat the most enchanting being he’d ever seen.

Now, Bilbo had discovered, labelled, and catalogued his fair share of quasi-miracles, but he was nevertheless struck dumb by the apparition in front of him.

Here was a king and no doubt about it—everything, from the dark, luscious locks to the thin-lipped smile in a sharp-featured face, spoke of a kind of nobility Bilbo had believed to have died out a long time ago.

He’d never seen eyes that glinted like enchanted sapphires in the chiaroscuro of the torch-lit hall or a frame that promised as much elegance as raw power.

Suddenly, Elya’s. sudden weakness seemed less ludicrous to Bilbo who realised, with a pang of wordless shock, that he would only too gladly have succumbed to the mystery that was this enigmatic king on his throne of black stone.

Instinctively, he quickened his pace until he was almost running towards the crowned, bearded stranger in his eagerness to reduce the agonising distance between him and the most glorious find of his life.

“King Thorin II, son of Thráin, son of Thrór,” Ori declared with resounding finality.

@fellowshipofthefics

-> Masterlist

[kenoinevibe]

Kenochoric Family Terms

I wanted to do this for fun mainly but also cause Im an uncle/aunt now and sparked an idea in me 👀

so to recap, kenochoric-moved coined hex (a young kenochoric person), omen (a kenochoric equivlent to man/woman), chori (a synonym for omen), and kenore (a synonym for omen).

so here are my preposed terms:

a kenochori person you are dating: a hexfriend.

a kenochoric spouse: limabide. it would be the equivelents to husband/wife, its līmen+abide which means to dwell or to remain in a threshold.

a kenochoric sibling: siblimin. sib- coming from sibling and -limin from liminal (and Im pretty sure I saw someone else suggest this but I cant find who unfornately).

a kenochoric parents: chorient (and koko for short). chori- for being a kenochoric person and -ent from parent.

a parent's kenochoric sibling: chorin. chor- from chori and -in from kinship.

a kenochoirc child of your sibling: nepori. nep- is from nepos (which is the same origin as nephew and neice) and -ori from chori.

a parent's kenochoric parent: grandko.

hope you guys like them, this took a lot of time to come up with. I know I plan on using them for myself regardless :)

[afaimsarrowverse]

Personae Dramatis:

A/B/O-Verse:

House of the Dragon-Edition:

Da sehr viele Personen in Westeros herumlaufen hier eine Aufstellung der wichtigsten Spieler für ein A/B/O-AU zu "House of the Dragon":

Die Targaryens:

Aegon „der Eroberer“ Targaryen, der Drache, Aegon I. , Alpha, Lord von Drachenstein, der Westeros eroberte

Visenya Targaryen, seine Schwester und Beta-Ehefrau, eine Kriegerin

Rhaenys Targaryen, seine jüngere Schwester und Omega-Ehefrau

Orys Baratheon, Alpha, sein Halbbruder und seine Hand

Aenys Targaryen, Aenys I., Alpha, Sohn von Aegon und Rhaenys, zweiter König von Westeros

Maegor Targaryen, der Grausame, Maegor I., Alpha, Sohn von Aegon und Visneya, ursuptierte den Thron, als grausam und verrückt verschrien

Rhaena Targaryen, Omega, Tochter von Aenys I.

Aegon „der Ungekrönte“ Targaryen, Alpha, ihr Bruder und erster Ehemann, starb bevor er den Thron besteigen konnte, von seinem Onkel Maegor getötet

Jaehaerys Targaryen, der Alte König, Jaehaerys I., Alpha, ihr jüngerer Bruder, 4. König von Westeros, regierte Westeros von frühester Jugend bis in hohe Alter hinein über Jahrzehnte hinweg

Alysanne Targaryen, die Gute Königin, Omega, seine Schwester und Ehefrau

Aemon Targaryen, Alpha, ältester Sohn von Jaehaerys und Alysanne, starb bevor er den Thron besteigen konnte

Baelon Targaryen, Beta, sein jüngerer Bruder, Hand des Königs und Thronfolger nach Aemons Tod, starb jedoch bevor er den Thron besteigen konnte

Alyssa Targaryen, Omega, Baelons Schwester und Ehefrau

Jocelyn Baratheon Targaryen, Omega, Aemons Ehefrau

Saera Targaryen, Alpha, Tochter von Jaehaerys und Alysanne, floh in Schande aus Westeros nach Essos

Vaegon Targaryen, Beta, Sohn von Jaehaerys und Alysanne, Maester, wurde wegen seiner Berufung nicht zum König

Rhaenys Targaryen Velayron, Omega, Tochter von Aemon Targaryen und Jocelyn Baratheon, Ehefrau von Corlys Velaryon

Viserys Targaryen, Viserys I., Alpha, Sohn von Baelon und Alyssa Targaryen, fünfter und aktueller König von Westeros

Aemma Arryn Targaryen, Omega, Enkelin des Alten Königs (über eine weitere Tochter) und Ehefrau und Gefährtin von Viserys I.

Daemon Targaryen. Alpha, Bruder von Viserys I., als Abtrünniger Prinz bekannt

Rhea Royce, die Bronze-Schlampe, Beta, seine erste Ehefrau

Rhaenyra Targaryen, Omega, Tochter von Viserys und Aemma Targaryen, die Thronfolgerin, später auch bekannt als die Schwarze Königin

Die Velaryons:

Corlys Velaryon, die Seeschlange, Alpha, Herr von Driftmark und Meister der Schiffe,  Ehemann von Rhaenys Targaryen

Laena Velaryon Targaryen, Omega, Tochter von Corlys und Rhaenys Velayron, Daemon Targaryens zweite Ehefrau

Laenor Velaryon, Beta-Omega, ihr Bruder, Ehemann von Rhaenyra Targaryen

Vaemond Velaryon, Alpha, Bruder von Corlys Velaryon

Addam von Holk, zunächst ein Beta, illegitimer Sohn von Corlys Velaryon

Alyn von Holk, Beta, jüngerer Bruder von Addam, illegitimer Sohn von Corlys Velaryon

Marilda von Holk, Omega, Bewohnerin von Holk, die Rhaenys Velaryon sehr ähnlich sieht

Die Hightowers:

Otto Hightower, Beta, Hand des Königs

Alicent Hightower, Beta, seine Tochter, zweite Ehefrau von Viserys I.

Gwayne Hightower, Beta, Sohn von Otto, Bruder von Alicent, ein beeindruckender Ritter

Hobert Hightower, Beta, Bruder von Otto, Vater von Ormund, Lord von Altsass

Ormund Hightower, Beta, späteres Oberhaupt des Hauses Hightower, Cousin von Königin Alicent

Ormund Hightowers Kinder, die diversen Hightower-Erben durch alle Geschlechter hindurch

Die Strongs:

Lyonel Strong, Beta, Hand des Königs nach Otto Hightowers Entlassung

Harwin Strong, Alpha, sein Sohn, Mitglied der Königsgarde

Larys Strong, der Klumpfuß, Beta, sein Halbbruder

Alys Rivers, Omega, angebliche Tochter von Lyonel Strong, eine Hexe

Simon Strong, Beta, Kastellan von Harrenhal, Onkel von Lyonel Strong

Simon Strongs Enkelsöhne, Betas und Alphas, die aussehen wie ihr Großvater

Die nächste Generation Targaryens:

Aegon Targaryen, Omega, ältester Sohn von Viserys Targaryen und Alicent Hightower

Helaena Targaryen, Omega, seine Schwester

Aemond Targaryen, Alpha, ihr Bruder

Daeron Targaryen, augenscheinlicher Beta, sein jüngerer Bruder

Baela Targaryen, Beta, Tochter von Daemon und Laena Targaryen

Rhaena Targaryen, Omega, ihre Zwillingsschwester

Jacaerys  „Jace“ Velaryon, Alpha, Rhaenyra Targaryens ältester Sohn

Lucerys „Luke“ Velaryon, Omega, sein Bruder

Joffrey „Joff“ Velaryon, noch unbekanntes sekundäres Geschlecht., sein jüngerer Bruder

Aegon „Egg“ Targaryen, später ein Alpha, Sohn von Rhaenyra und Daemon Targaryen

Viserys „Vis“ Targaryen, später ein Alpha, sein jüngerer Bruder

Jaehaerys Targaryen, noch unbekanntes sekundäres Geschlecht, Sohn von Aegon und Helaena Targaryen, offziell Sohn von Alicent und König Viserys

Jaehaera Targaryen, noch unbekanntes sekundäres Geschlecht, seine Zwillingsschwester

Nettles, Omega, ein Mädchen von Drachenstein, ein Drachensame

Die Drachen:

Syrax, Omega, Rhaenryas Drachin

Caraxes, Alpha, Daemons Drache

Seasmoke, Beta, Laenors Drache

Dreamfyre, Omega, Drachin von Helaena

Vermax, Alpha, Jaces Drache

Sunfyre, Omega, Aegons Drache

Arrax, Omega, Lukes Drache

Vermithor, Alpha, Drache des Alten Königs

Silverwing, Omega, Drachin von Königin Alysanne

Vhagar, Alpha, Laenas Drachin

Meleys, Omega, Rhaenys Drachin

Tessarion, Beta, Drachin von Daeron

Moondancer, Alpha, Drachin von Baela

Tyraxes, noch unbekanntes sekundäres Geschlecht, Joffreys Drache

Stormcloud, noch unbekanntes sekundäres Geschlecht, der Drache von Aegon dem Jüngeren

Noch namenloser Drache von Vis, noch unbekanntes sekundäres Geschlecht

Sheepstealer, Alpha, wilder Drache auf Drachenstein

Grey Ghost, Alpha, wilder Drache auf Drachenstein

Cannibal, Alpha, wilder Drache auf Drachenstein

Die Königsgarde:

Ryam Redwyn, Alpha, Kommandant der Königsgarde

Harrold Westerling, Alpha, Kommandant der Königsgarde nach Ser Redwyn

Criston Cole, Alpha, Mitglied der Königsgarde

Steffon Darklyn, Alpha, Mitglied der Königsgarde

Arryk Cargyll, Beta, Mitglied der Königsgarde

Erryk Cargyll, Alpha, sein Zwillingsbruder, ebenfalls Mitglied der Königsgarde

Lorent Marbrand, Alpha, Mitglied der Königsgarde

Der Kleine Rat:

Lyman Beesbury, Beta, Meister der Münze

Mellos, Beta, Groß-Maester

Tyland Lannister, Beta, Meister der Schiffe nach dem Rücktritt der Seeschlange

Orwyle, Beta, Groß Maester nach Mellos

Jasper Wylde, Beta, Meister der Gesetze

Gerardys, Beta, Maester auf Drachenstein

Mysaria, der Weiße Wyrm, Omega, Daemons Geliebte, eine ehemalige Hure

Bartimos Celtigar, Beta, Lord der treu zu Rhaenyra steht

Lords und andere Anführer:

Boremund Baratheon, Alpha, ein Lord

Borros Baratheon, Alpha, sein Sohn

Craghas Drahar, Alpha, ein Pirat, der Krabbenfresser genannt

Jason Lannister, Alpha, Zwillingsbruder von Tyland Lannister

Der Hohe Septon, Beta, Oberhaupt der Religion der Sieben

Daera Targaryen, Omega, Enkelin von Saera Targaryen

Jaeco Targaryen, Alpha, Enkel von Saera Targaryen

Draeco Targaryen, Alpha, sein Bruder

Der Mantikor, Alpha, Kommandant der Zweitgeborenen

Cregan Stark, Alpha, junger Lord von Winterfell

Grover Tully, Beta, Lord von Schnellwasser

Jeyne Arryn, Beta, Oberhaupt des Hauses Arryn

Samwell Blackwood, Alpha, ein Fluss-Lord

Amos Bracken, Alpha, Erzfeind von Samwell Blackwood

Der Hirte, Prediger, der von den Targaryens abzustammen scheint und dessen sekundäres Geschlecht unbekannt ist

Hugh Hammer, Alpha, ein Schmied und Drachensame

Ulf der Weiße, Alpha, ein Drachensame, der gut mit Pfeil und Bogen umgehen kann

Ritter, Krieger und Gefolgsleute:

Joffrey Lonmouth, Omega, ein Ritter

Qarl Correy, Omega, ein Ritter

Knollnase, Omega, ein Ritter

Luthor Largent, Alpha, Kommandant der Stadtwache von Königsmund

Balon Byrch, Alpha, alter Freund von Prinz Daemon aus der Stadtwache

Unwin Peake, Alpha, ein Hightower-Mann

Moshrom, Pilz, Alpha, kleingewachsner Hoffnarr von Königsmund

Sara Snow, Omega, Cregan Starks Bastard-Halbschwester

Jeyne, Omega, ein Kindermädchen

Beth, Omega, ein Kindermädchen

Willa, Omega, eine junge Wäscherin

Samwell, Beta, treuer Bediensteter von Driftmark

Ryon Waters, Omega, Mitglied der Zweitgeborenen, Laenor Velaryons Tarnidentität

Win, Alpha, Mitglied der Zweitgeborenen, Harwin Strongs Tarnidentität

Chorles, auch als Käse bekannt, Alpha, ein Rattenfänger und gedungener Mörder

„Blut“, Alpha, ehemaliges Mitglied der Stadtwache und gedungener Mörder

Alicents Beichtvater, Beta, ein Septon

Folterer-Alpha, Herr über die Schwarzen Zellen von Königsmund

Mutter, Omega, die Mutter von dem Pilz und dem MantikorRobert Baratheon, Alpha, ein König lange nach dem Tanz der Drachen

[dearestcher]

What i slowly realize is that your writing and ocs is inevitably going to be affected by brainrots and "things you find cool af"

Like ffxiv elemental theory affecting my worldbuilding to make it so that every biome holds a certain elemental aspect that creatures, fauna and flora are eventually affected by in an evolutionary standpoint?? Pshhh, thats. Thats so fine. Thats so good.

Ori games?? Nibel shaping my every waking thought and eventually becoming my baseline mind for every natural concept thought to make plants and crystals shiny and whimsically glowy af??? Llllove that absolutely llove that.

My Jujutsu kaisen appreciation slowly twisting itself into the fuckin Hex Maniac Pancham i made for a Mystery dungeon "tabletop" roleplay???? What the fuck. Leave my boi alone.

[karmicstar]

SPELL OF THE DAY.

War water causes hex but it also repels and remove them. Add war water to your bath water and soak yourself with the water as you focus upon your desires. Do this once a week.

This will help to remove all negative energy/hex upon you and keep you open to receive good things and no more obsactles this year.

This is tested and trusted spell that works with no side effect.

SPIRITUAL MASTER/TEACHER

Ori Power

[blueeyedrat]

Steam Next Fest, fall 2021. I tried out a dozen game demos this time around– some for games I was already keeping an eye on, some new titles that caught my eye looking through the catalog.

(Part 2)

TUNIC - An isometric action-adventure. I... really don't know how to feel about this one. I've been looking forward to this game for years. It's occupied a similar space in my mind to Spiritfarer or either of the Ori games, where I've been interested even when it was just "that one indie game that got revealed during an E3 show", and that's before I learned that the music would be from the guy who composed one of my all-time favorite game soundtracks. I played an early demo for it last year and enjoyed it a lot! This current demo, though, has given me the clearest picture of what the game is going for, and... I'm not sure if it's for me.

The best way I can describe it is, I was expecting a Zelda-like and I got a Souls-like. There's a big open space to explore, and over time you find new items to upgrade your arsenal and access new areas– a tree branch, a sword and shield, and so on. However, your character is kinda fragile in both health and stamina, and combat is punishing and nigh-impossible to avoid, especially inside a dungeon. The space between each checkpoint becomes a challenging gauntlet, and the core gameplay loop relies heavily on trial and error in a way that'll be enjoyable to some, but frustrating to others.

I dunno, maybe I'm wrong, and I'm just getting the wrong impression from this particular demo. Maybe it's my own fault for expecting something else going in. Either way, it still seems like it'll be a good game– the music and aesthetics are top-notch, and if you do enjoy this sort of gameplay, there's a lot to like about it. But I'm not sure it's what I'm looking for. I suppose we'll just have to wait and see.

Storyteller - This game, on the other hand, is just as enjoyable as the last time I tried its demo. It's a rather charming puzzle game about creating stories: you're given a collection of scenes and characters, and must deduce some narrative cause-and-effect to reach a particular outcome... or just meddle and see what happens. Romance! Tragedy! Murder! Make characters fall in love, then die, then fall in love again as ghosts! Make a queen fall in love with a dragon! Get Adam and Eve kicked out of Eden! Turn everyone into vampires! The possibilities are myriad, and I can't wait to see more.

Blipz - An arcade puzzle game. Move through a grid, dropping colored dots along the way, clearing groups of the same color and trying not to box yourself in. A unique concept, even if it didn't hook me in the way other puzzlers have, particularly since the demo only has one gameplay mode. Could be a fine time-waster, though.

Magna Graecia - A chill, low-poly hex grid builder. I've seen multiple games of this sort pop up in the past year or so: Dorfromantik is my game of choice, but browsing the Steam catalog I've also seen titles like Zen World, First Days of Atlantis, and now this. I don't know if it counts as a trend, but I appreciate it all the same. This particular entry involves building up a classical Greek village, with homes and vineyards and olive farms and the like. It's a pleasant theme and aesthetic, though the gameplay could use some fine-tuning before the final release. A tutorial might help at the very least, since the demo throws you headfirst into the game and explains nothing about the mechanics or scoring. Still, it's got potential, and is worth keeping an eye on.

LakeSide - A chill 2D management sim about growing a small village into a sprawling city. Why settle for one Greek builder when you can have two? This is another one I've had my eye on, so it was nice getting a hands-on look... is what I'd like to say, but it's a very early prototype. The atmosphere is nice and the pixel art is lovely, but the gameplay isn't entirely functional yet, and I quickly found myself unable to progress or restart. Another one with a lot of potential, but I don't think I can pass judgement on it at the moment. Hopefully I'll have a chance to revisit it when it's further along in development.

Peglin - A roguelite with pachinko-based combat. I've seen this one talked about in some of the circles I hang out in for some months now, and this event seemed like a good excuse to try it myself. I liked it! I played a fair amount of Peggle a long time ago, so I took to the basic mechanics pretty quickly. My first run through the demo chapter went pretty smoothly, but I'll have to give it a deeper dive to try out different builds. Another one I’m looking forward to seeing its development. Might give it a go in early access.

[UPDATE: By the end of the event, both Magna Graecia and LakeSide have updated their respective demos. The former added an explanation of how the game works (perhaps a bit denser than it needs to be, but appreciated all the same!), while the latter cleaned up some of the more glaring issues (it’s still relatively basic, but can be played through to completion without incident). Nice to see!]

[dusks-personal-hell]

MY F/O LIIIIST (sorta. There’s alot missing, but you can ask for any of the ones not mentioned here! Just send me a Fandom and I’ll tell ya if I have any f/os from it hdjsbd)

My fuckign beloveds! My pride and joy, loves of my life <3

There are so, so, so many Romantic F/Os, and lots of f/os from the same source, be warned

everything is under the cut for the sake of people’s sanity/hj

A HAT IN TIME

-The Snatcher -Romantic F/O

MARIKIN ONLINE 4

-Gou Kirimi -Romantic F/O

-Marikin -Romantic F/O

-Jeraldy Mazaingo -Romantic F/O

-Fsakin/Fusakin -Romantic F/O

-Morikaze -Romantic F/O

-Jungle Takahashi -Romantic F/O

-Eclair -Romantic F/O

-Taiyo/Tyow -Romantic F/O

-Sigma/Sigkin Naki -Romantic F/O

-Bachikin Mazaingo -Romantic F/O

-Otsukin -Romantic F/O

-Koritora -Romantic F/O

-Syumitaro -Romantic F/O

-Jack -Romantic F/O

-Axez -Romantic F/O

-Beyonder -Romantic F/O

- Mecha Army (First, Second, and Third class) Romantic F/Os

-Kashikin -Romantic F/O

FRIDAY NIGHT FUNKIN

-Hex -Romantic F/O

-Whitty -Romantic F/O

-The Lemon Demon -Romantic F/O

-The spooky children {skidd and pump} -Child F/Os

-Pico -Romantic F/O

-The Boyfriend -Romantic F/O

-Sarvente -Romantic F/O

-Ruv/Ruvzyvat -Romantic F/O

-Tabi -Romantic F/O

-Agoti -Romantic F/O

-Torrent -Romantic F/O

-Nitro -Romantic F/O

the cast of Bob’s onslaught- Romantic f/os

These next two are also from a different source but I’m putting them here anyway

-Eteled Romantic F/O

-Austin Romantic F/O

JUST SHAPES AND BEATS

-The boss/Fresh/Blixer -Romantic F/O

-Sad Cube -I can never decide if they’re a parental figure or I want to kiss them, I think it depends on the cube and the day

-Barracuda -Romantic F/O

-Cyan Square -Romantic F/O (sometimes Child F/O depending on the square)

CHANGED

-Puro -Romantic F/O

-Dr. k -Romantic F/O

-Squid Dog -Romantic F/O

-The Tigershark - can’t decide on platonic or romantic

ORI AND THE BLIND FOREST

-Ori -Child F/O

-Kuro -Romantic F/O (oh I know so cringe huh. /j)

-Naru -Parental F/O

-Gumo -Sibling F/O

MINECRAFT

-Endermen -Romantic F/O

-Creepers -Romantic F/O

-Enderdragon -Parental F/O

-Wither -Romantic F/O

OBJECT SHOWS

-Two (BFB/TPOT) -Romantic f/o

-X (BFB) -Romantic f/o

-Spraypaint (OSO) -Iii think it’s a sibling attraction? Wanna cause chaos with sibling

-Mephone (Inanimate Insanity) - no idea but it’s some sort of attraction

COOKIE RUN

-All of the legendaries are Romantic F/Os (yeah. Even dark enchantress. 😔)

-Mocha Ray cookie

-Lobster cookie

-Vampire cookie

-Truffle Cookie

-Croissant cookie

-Roguefort cookie

-Pomegranate cookie

-Purple Yam cookie

-Milk cookie

-Licorice cookie

-Sparkling cookie

-Aloe cookie

-Lilac cookie

-Earl Grey cookie

-Raspberry cookie

-Espresso cookie

-Madeline cookie

-Pure Vanilla cookie

-Red Velvet cookie

-Twizzly Gummy cookie

ALL OF THESE ARE ROMANTIC F/OS LMAOO

MISCELLANEOUS

-Randall Boggs (Monsters Inc.) -Romantic F/O

There are more, but this is already a lot so hhuuguguvdjdvhddb

[thewildomega]

Star in the Sand Ch.12

A/N: Found this cool fanart on Pinterest. Still trying to find artist info. 

When he woke early the next morning he opened his eyes to see his little star still sleeping soundly beside him. There was little to no light but he could see her eyes still closed and the small flutter of her lashes as she dreamed. Her lips were parted slightly as her cheek was still laid on his arm. Glancing down he lifted the duvet a small amount and rose a brow when he took notice of her arms wrapped tightly around his left arm. Had he in fact had his hand still it would be between her legs. Looking back up to her face he moved his hand to brush back the strands of hair threatening to fall over her nose. A small knock on his door broke the quiet moment and when he saw her brow twitch he growled and used his powers to shoot sand under the door and shove whoever it was away. He stayed there a moment longer before he slowly eased his arm free, placing his pillow in his place to hopefully keep her asleep a little longer. She needed her rest to finish healing and he knew how difficult it was to get her to do so. Dressing and putting on his hook he glanced back to the bed to confirm she was sleeping before he left to see who had decided to bother him.

...............................

Groaning you nuzzled your face into the softness and stretched before freezing. Something wasn't right. It was warm, your room was never this warm. It was soft, your bed wasn't soft. Sniffing the bedding you almost sighed as Crocodile's strong, manly musk filled your nose. From the first time you had woken to find his fur coat draped over you you had been head over heels for his scent. He had a unique scent, his expensive cologne with hints of sandalwood and cedar along with the smell of his cigars and his own natural musk. With all of that you snapped your eyes open...you were not in your room, you were in his, in his bed. Sitting up quickly you felt your cheeks heat up and it only worsened when a deep voices sounded from the desk.

"So she finally wakes." he said, hearing the small movement from behind him.

You were sure your whole face was as red as your hair. Scrambling from the bed you almost fell, forgetting how tall it was in your frenzy before a whirl of sand caught you and stood you back straight.

"Careful."

Wrapping your arms around yourself you licked your lips, "How did I get in here?" you asked.

"I brought you here after you fell asleep on the deck last night... again." he told her, continuing to work on his log.

You could vaguely remember last night, you remembered taking your medicine and then going out to the deck and watching the fish but then that was it. "Why here though... why not my bed?" you said with a tilt of your head.

"That is your bed now... you will sleep by me, where I can better keep you safe."

Furrowing your brows you looked to the back of his head. "But... but that's your bed... are you sure you want me..."

Standing he made the few steps over to her and looked down at her, stroking the soft skin of her neck with his knuckles, "If I did not want you here, you wouldn't be." Looking into her eyes he saw the dark circles that had been surrounding her eyes fading along with the cut on her cheek that was nothing but a red line now. Other than her broken ribs and gun shot wound she was almost completely healed. Hopefully within a few more weeks she would be back to normal, then perhaps he wouldn't have to be AS gentle with her. Not that he would ever be rough with her. Brushing her hair back over her shoulder he cleared his throat. "Now I have a few things to take care of, we won't be here long but if you would like to go look around the island I will get one of the men to escort you."

Groaning you gave a pout and knit your brows.

Tapping his finger on her bottom lip as it stuck out some he lowered his chin, "No. We have already been over this."

Letting out a huff you dropped your shoulders, "Ori."

"That boy can barely protect himself. No."

"Bonez."

"Daz is coming with me."

"Maverick."

"He is going shopping for food."

Sighing you looked up at him. "See this is where Bon would come into play."

"Bentham is in prison so he is not one of your choices. Slade or Hex."

"Hex." you sighed, rolling your eyes.

Grinning at her glum look he curled his finger under her chin to lift her eyes back to his. "Don't pout darling. It is for your protection. Have fun and stay out of trouble, I will see you in a little while." Kissing her forehead he stepped away and grabbed his coat before heading towards the door. "Your belongings have been placed up in the room. I am sure you can find them, oh and there is something for you on the desk before you leave."

Watching him leave you let out a deep breath and looked around the room. Taking notice of one of the shelves you walked over and saw your sketch pad among several empty ones and a wooden case. Tilting your head and furrowing your brows you pulled it out and flipped the latch to open the case. What you saw made you gasp, a brand new set of charcoal pencils, oil pastels, paints, blending tools, everything you could ever need. Seeing a small piece of paper stuck into the corner by the sharpener you plucked it out and read over the fancy cursive,

Make your dreams a reality my little star.

Blinking you swallowed the small lump in your throat and licked your lips. Feeling a incredible warmth in your chest you smiled and gently closed the case before placing it back on the shelf for now. Looking around you saw the one piece you had done of the hourglass in the sand and the night sky with the strange star above ( What you now knew to be you can Crocodile's soulmate marks) framed and placed on one of the top shelves. Biting your lip as you grinned you moved over to the dresser and looked for your clothes, memorizing where everything was. After cleaning up some and dressing you were about to walk out with your book bag filled with your drawing supplies when you remembered Croc telling you there was something for you on the desk. Walking over you saw another folded piece of paper with your name on it. Lifting it you just did catch the few bills that fell from it and furrowed your brows when you looked over his fancy writing.

If you want something get it. Make sure you eat and stay by Hex.

That jerk had known you would pick Hex. Huffing you only took enough money to get something to eat or drink, refusing to spend the amount he had offered. You didn't like the idea of spending money that wasn't yours. There was a few things you wanted but you would find a way to make some money first. Stuffing the bill in your pocket you moved out to the deck and saw Hex waiting for you. Hex was a decent guy, quiet and easy going, a bit moody if he didn't eat.

"You all ready lil bit?" he asked.

Nodding you gave him a small grin and the both of you left the ship. You spent your time walking around the underwater island looking over this and that as Hex walked close behind you.  You smiled at the sight of the mermaids, thinking they were so beautiful with their shining fishtails. At one point you had found a piece of turquoise sea glass about as big as your thumbnail and extreme smooth to the touch. Sticking it in your pocket you hoped to maybe make a bookmark or something out of your treasure. Buying a smoothie you offered to buy Hex one but he turned you down and bought a soda. Making your way over to the fountain you sat at one of the benches with your legs crossed under you, Hex sitting a little ways down, eating something that smelled like pork but looked like some weird vegetable. Sipping on your fruit smoothie you sat it down beside you and put your sucker back in your mouth. Tilting your head you worked on drawing the pretty town and fountain. "Hey Hex can I ask you something?"

"Go for it."

"Um well have you ever met your soulmate?" you asked and then looked down, "I'm sorry, I don't know if that is a personal thing to ask. I just never, well I mean I don't know much about them so..."

"It's fine lil bit... Yea I knew my soulmate but it didn't work out. I won't what she wanted or rather I didn't have deep enough pockets." he said with a shrug.

Furrowing your brows you looked to the man, "I'm sorry to hear that Hex." you told him.

"Nah it's alright, probably for the best anyway." he told her. Glancing down to her drawing he tilted his head, "You bout' done, Cap'n said I had to have you back on the ship by six."

Nodding you folded you sketch book up and put it away in your bag before standing with him. When you got back to the ship you placed your bag up in the room before moving to help Maverick put away the shopping and start dinner. It wasn't long before you heard Crocodile's deep voice from the deck, asking if everyone was accounted for.

"Better ead' up lass, e'll be wantin' ya close by an I know ya want to see the island one last time." Maverick said with a small grin.

Looking to him you smiled and nodded before going up to watch as the ship sailed away from the underwater island. Leaning against the railing you grinned softly. Taking the sea glass out of your pocket you held it out some to look at the island through the turquoise glass. Feeling a presences behind you you bit your lip and craned your neck to look back at him. "Hello."

Looking down at her he felt his lip pull up at her innocent look. "Did you have a good time exploring?" he asked in his usual deep voice.

Turning around to face him you nodded. "Did you get your things done?" you asked.

Humming he looked down to her hand and rose a brow, "What is that you have there darling?"

Smiling you held out your treasure and dropped it in his hand.

"Sea glass."

"I found it by some coral. I thought I could make a bookmark out of it or something."

"A bookmark?" he asked.

"Yea that way I won't have to worry about loosing my place. I had one before that I made out of an old coin I found."

Looking over the turquoise glass he hummed, ever his little artist.

"...I'll just need to figure out a way to put a hole in it without breaki..." Watching as the piece of glass floated just above his hand before what looked like a needle made of sand shot through it you blinked. Looking down when he placed it in your palm you saw a small hole in the corner, the edges completely sanded down as well so there were no sharp areas. Looking back up at him you grinned. "Show off."

Smirking he placed his hand on her lower back to lead her towards his...their room. "Did you eat today?" he asked and saw her nod but heard Hex huff.

"Candy." Hex said as he stood by the wheel.

Gasping you looked to the man, "Snitch. And I gave you my last peppermint one."

Lowering his brows he continued walking, pulling her along with him. "Candy is not food."

"I had a smoothie too, that's fruit."

Shutting the door he rolled his eyes. About to ask what else she had bought he saw money still on his desk and quickly counted it in his head, she had only took ten bellies, ten?! He had left her two hundred! Dropping his coat to the chair he looked to her, "I told you to take that money."

"I took some of it..."

"You took ten dollars."

"That's all I needed." you told him. "What the hell do I need Two hundred dollars for?" you asked.

Narrowing his eyes he huffed, "Clothes, shoes, jewelry... whatever else women desire."

"I have all those things..."

"You have two outfits, one pair of boots and a locket. I do not consider that acceptable." he said, making sure not to mention the dress he had bought her. "Instead you bought a smoothie and candy." he said and saw her nod. "You spent ten dollars on junk." Seeing her bite her lip he watched as she took something from her pocket, laying down two, one berry bills on his desk with the other money before looking up at him with a smile.

"Eight." you shrugged and heard him growl.

"When I said for you to eat I meant real food, I did not mean to fill your already shrunken stomach with sugar."

"I didn't eat it all at once. I still have some left over for later." you said and watched as one of his brows raised before he looked towards your bag on the sofa. The moment his foot moved you did as well, "No..." As soon as he reached to grab the bag you snatched it and held it to your chest but felt him try and pull it from your grasp. "Let go..."

"I will not allow you to skip meals and then go consume candy instead." he told her, grabbing the bag from her he turned and opened the pockets to search for the stash. Feeling her hands try and grab the bag back he started walking to the bed to dump out it's contents but felt her arms wrap around his waist in an attempt to wrestle the bag back from him. While he wouldn't ever let anyone else touch him like this he couldn't help but enjoy the close contact with his soulmate.

"I'm an adult, I can eat what I want." you grumbled.

He couldn't help but be amused as she tried with all her might to reach the bag when he held it above his head.

"That not fair." you huffed trying to jump you grabbed hold of his bicep and tried hauling yourself up, your feet now dangling by his knees. "Croc.." you whined.

Smiling at the difference in size between them he lowered his arm but continued holding her up easily. It boosted his ego when he got to show off how strong and dominant he was, he had a size kink and enjoyed exploiting it. Sitting her down on the bed and using his sand to move the bag away from her when she almost had it he looked down at her small form. Leaning down over her he felt a predatory grin spread across his face. Pushing his left arm down and moving it above her head, careful to keep his hook away from her he used it to support his weight while his fingers curled under her jaw to lift her lips to meet his.

Pushed backwards by his mouth your head fell back against the mattress and a soft gasp left your throat. Your eyes were quick to fall close as he claimed your lips with his skilled ones. The fight quickly leaving you as his warmth enveloped your body. Your hands, where do you put your hands? Would he want you to touch him?

Trapping her under him he slowly trailed his fingers down her neck. He could tell she was nervous, her hands hesitant to touch him, like she wasn't sure he would be okay with it. Feeling her slightly trembling hands grip his sides he slowly ended the kiss, he didn't want her to be this nervous. Looking down at her he twirled a strand of her soft hair around his finger. He could see a ting of pink of on her cheeks, her eyes looking anywhere but his own. Tilting his head a thought crossed his mind. She had told him about her frankly fucked up childhood, she had shared with him about that man who had molested her, just the thought made his blood boil. Then she had told him about her ex boyfriend who had ended their relationship because she wan't ready for intimacy. So now he wondered had she ever actually been intimate with someone, man or woman? After what had happened to her he wouldn't be surprised if she hadn't. That idiot Rob from the bar she worked at was constantly trying to fuck her but she had always turned him down.

Feeling him move you from where he had been hovering over you you felt panic settle in, you had done something wrong. He hadn't wanted you to touch him. Instantly you felt saddened and embarrassed, your lip threatened to tremble but you stiffened it, "I'm sorr..."

Settling down beside her he propped up on his elbow, keeping his hook a safe distance from her head. He was about to speak when he heard her soft voice apologizing and quickly snapped his eyes down to her. "Do. Not. Finish. That. Word." he said in a deep command. Gripping her chin he lifted her eyes to his, seeing her try and look away again he knot his brows, "You look at me, right now." When her eyes met his he saw something he never wished to see from her again, shame. Brushing his thumb over her bottom lip he looked into her eyes, "I will say this once, you are never to apologize to me for being unsure." he told her. Still seeing a small amount of shame or perhaps embarrassment there he studied her different features. There was no way around this conversation, he needed to know. "Have you ever been intimate before?... and I do not mean what happened to you when you were a child I mean willingly." Taking notice of her lip bitten between her teeth and her eyes now focused on either his neck or chest or something other than his face he sighed. He was not normally this patient with people when he wanted answers but she wasn't one of his underlings or a business proposition, she was his soulmate and he would grant her his time. Brushing back her hair he took notice of a small scar by her temple, it was just barely visible, old, probably from her childhood. Seeing her ears pierced he made a mental note to buy her earrings at some point. "There is no wrong answer darling. It will not change anything."

Taking a much needed breath, your licked your lips. Your eyes stayed focused on the buttons of his shirt. They were shiny and a gold color, possibly real gold, knowing him. There was the standard four holes in the center with thread weaved through to hold the button to the shirt, a piece of stray black thread caught your eye and you subconsciously moved your hand to fix it but faltered for a moment.

Glancing down when he saw her hand move but stop he felt his brow twitch. Grabbing her tiny wrist, her eyes snapped up to his, confusion filling them as he moved her hand to his chest. "You can touch me.... I would like you to touch me." he assured her, thinking she needed to hear it. Watching her fix a loose thread on his shirt he grinned softly.

"Once... I guess." you said in a soft voice.

Furrowing his brows he looked down at her, her hands still fittling with his shirt and scarf.  "What do you mean you guess?"

"Well um I was drunk and it didn't really happen." you admitted.

Humming he loosened his scarf but felt her remove it. "Continue."

"Not really much to tell, I was nineteen, met a guy at a wedding I was helping bartender at... I thought it would help me get over everything that happened before. So I let him buy me a few drinks and go back to the room I had paid for." Swallowing you tried to focus on his fingers that were stroking your jaw and neck. "I thought I could just forget but I couldn't. When things started getting heated I freaked out, all the memories of him came back. I guess it was too much for him, he left, not that I blame him. I can't really remember much, I remember crying when I realized how broken I was, how..." closing your eyes you sighed. "I blacked out after a while I guess, well that and drinking the entire bottle of vodka myself. Woke up the next afternoon with the worst hangover of my life. I was late for work, which I had never been before. Vick was so mad when I told him what happened, made me scrub the floor at the bar by hand." you huffed, refusing to meet his eyes because of how ashamed you were. When he said nothing you felt that fear returning, what if he changed his mind, what if he didn't want you now that he had heard about you being so afraid of intimacy?

He listened to her story without interrupting and once she was done he studied her. He was good at reading people, good at picking up their emotions and he knew, he KNEW right now she was afraid. Afraid and ashamed. Rubbing his hand down her side to her hip he massaged over her clothes. "You are not broken." he told her, his voice deep and low. When her slightly glossy blue eyes looked up at him he lowered down but held her gaze, "Chipped, cracked even but not beyond repair."

That lump in your throat was back from earlier. His eyes, his silver eyes that normally looked so cold and downright cruel to everyone else looked at you with such tenderness and warmth it made you feel hope.

He was now right above her again, his nose brushing hers, "If you will allow me, I will help you heal, slowly. What you know, what you have been subjected to is not intimacy. I promise you darling that I will never do anything you do not want me to, if ever you need to stop or slow down you tell me and I will. Understand?"

Crocodile was always portrayed as this uncaring, hard, cold man in the One piece manga. He was the villain, still was probably just... not to you. To you he was Croc, your soulmate, your savior and you would trust him with your worst fear. Feeling his nose brush yours, his massive body lean over you ad his warm hand massage you left hip you swallowed hard.

As soon as she nodded he pressed his lips back to hers. This time her hands willingly touched him, one laying on his chest, her fingertips brushing his skin where his shirt was unbuttoned some. Her other hand gripped his shirt by his side. He continued holding his weight off of her with his left forearm, not wanting to crush her, his right hand rubbed her hip, her shirt rising a bit from the movement and giving him the chance to feel her soft skin. His cock gave a involuntarily throb in his pants and he grit his teeth instead of hardening the grip on her hip. As much as he wanted to deepen the kiss, to taste her he knew now was not the time. Once he had her completely comfortable with simple kissing and small touches then he would move on to more but his little star wasn't ready for that right now. Forcing himself to end the kiss he kept his eyes closed while he tried to regain control. He had never had this problem before, he would blame it on not having any since before all that shit in Alabasta.

Opening your eyes you looked up at him, noticing strands of his hair had fallen out of place and were now framing his face. You had to say you liked the disheveled look. Lifting your hand from his chest you tentatively moved it to touch his hair, you had never touched his hair, well not since he had fell into your living room.

He watched her through lidded eyes, she stopped for a moment, still seeming overly cautious but he said nothing. It was something she needed to learn on her own. After a moment her fingers finally reached up, he had thought she was going to touch his face but instead her finger moved to twirl around his hair. The corner of his lip tugged upward and he chuckled lightly at her innocence. Hearing Maverick call for dinner he leaned down to kiss her forehead before sitting up, brushing his hair back to it's usual style. Walking over to the bag that he had dropped to his chair. Opening it he looked inside and saw a good two handfuls of candy and other junk. Huffing he shook his head, hearing her come over he rose a brow, "I will make you a deal, you can keep your candy, you will not eat it all at once though, in return you tell me where you got this." he said, pulling the flask out of his drawer and holding it up.

Looking at the flask you grinned, "Deal." Taking your bag you looked up at him and shrugged, "Mihawk gave it to me."

Dropping his brows he looked down at her, a strange feeling bubbling in his chest. "What?"

[dungeonsanddragonsfifthedition]

need to make clear that the current dnd situations from games this week are:

ori is probably top 2 most stable person in the party right now post-combat, which is objectively horrifying. she is not doing very well. she did have wings again, and fly, which is cool, and the party might save a nature goddess next week?

anthe is now the only cleric in the party after the other one left. also she had some very clutch moves in combat including dropping holy weapon (on her gf's spear) for Epic Damage Moments and then control-water-ing said gf out of the ocean full of asshole poison mercreatures. basically i know how to play support now. also the party is trapped in an underwater cave with no water breathing access and multiple party members who cannot swim. so. fun.

nobody learned haste and tiny hut!!! also her [redacted] is maybe nearby!!! but her feymom is sending fucked up assassins after the party for multiple, complicated reasons, and the gang got surprise attacked by those assassins as soon as she learned this. our artificer is double hexed. girl help

players continue their first dragon fight tomorrow and i rolled breath weapon regain in advance last night >:)

[radioactivedotcom]

REC TIME round [ 1 ] // IN THE MESS HALL

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[transcript under the cut]

[ORI-ON] We uh... we actually snuck on the Nemesis... without paying... I don't know for Hex, but, I! I definitely didn't mean to! I just really need to get to Sulani, and I didn't have enough on me, and...

[HEXBUG] I mean, we just got a little unlucky, so what? S'not like we live in luxury down there, we're just getting a small ride is all. We’re not hurting anyone, y'know.

[ELIAS] Hey, I'm the last person to judge, alright? I swear, in another universe, I'd be the one sneaking in. Money's real tight sometimes, I get that. I could barely afford this ticket.

[ELIAS] Seriously, I'm impressed you told me the truth. You could have lied and I would've been none the wiser. If you ever need anything from the higher decks, don't hesitate, alright?

[ELIAS] We’re the burnt-pancakes club ain’t we? We gotta support each other!

[wordofrecall]

max damage calculating, for fun and profit:

going by critrole stat rules: only look at single-target damage, ignore all resistances and vulnerabilities, assume all attack rolls crit, assume all targets fail their saving throws, only count actions taken on a pc’s turn (i.e., no reactions or summoned creature actions), bonus actions can be used only before or after the action, not in the middle of an action, buffs and debuffs from the player only that require set up were taken in previous rounds, no bonuses from others

so.

anthe (level 12 twilight cleric)

lvl 3 bestow curse in a previous round (add 1d8 to all damage rolls)

lvl 6 inflict wounds (176)

lvl 4 spiritual weapon (53)

contagion (flesh rot) in a previous round: vulnerability to all damage

total: 405

ori (level 4 profane soul blood hunter)

spellscar active (4)

crimson rite active (8)

lvl 1 hex active (12)

rapier (23)

total: 47

des (level 4 redemption paladin)

necrotic shroud active (4)

branding smite (bonus action, thru amulet) (24)

2 handed knightly sword (24)

lvl 1 divine smite (32)

total: 84 (caveat: 100 total if fiend or undead)

johnny (level 3 blood cleric)

lvl 2 inflict wounds (+ bloodletting focus) (84)

lvl 2 spiritual weapon (+ bloodletting focus) (24)

total: 112

tldr: clerics are broken.

[allgreenisgoodgreen]

this is an alternate nonbinary flag i made! 

(flag by tumblr user @allgreenisgoodgreen aka Ory Smithson)

I noticed a few nonbinary people didn’t like the look of the one commonly used, so here’s my shot at an alternate! I kept the colors and meanings, but added a new stripe and changed the order around. it looks decent to me, and reads fairly well for various colorblindness types!

I made the new green stripe represent some of the more complicated nonbinary identities; Identities that fluctuate or change intensity such as genderfluid and genderflux, and genders with more than one facet, such as demigenders! We all know that gender is nuanced, confusing, and frustrating., often painful to understand, and even more painful to explain. Hopefully with further representation and inclusion, things will get a little easier for us, trans and nonbinary alike! <3

note: i’m not trying to replace or “cancel” the other nb flag! 

this was moreso a fun challenge for me than anything else. obviously this flag is free to use, just as much as the normal nb flag! it’s just aesthetic preference really :D

[BEGIN IMAGE ID: three pictures of the alternate nonbinary flag. the flag is five horizontal stripes, evenly spaced apart. from top to bottom, the colors are white, yellow, green, purple, and black.

the first picture is the flag itself, without any text or markings obscuring it.

the second picture has text on the stripes showing the meaning of the colors. white says “identities with many/all genders.” yellow says “identities not connected to the binary.” green says “identities that change or overlap.” purple says “identities including male and/or female.” black says “identities void of, or lacking gender.”

the last picture shows the flag with hex codes for the colors used. white is #ffffff, yellow is #fffc4a, green is #2ad646, purple is #8d4cb3, and black is #000000. END IMAGE ID]

just as a side note, you can use these without credit! make edits, banners, avatars, etc to your heart’s content :3

[goldanddeceit]

Screenies from an rp that happened today

"Oh..." The man's face went sheet white. A sultansworn, losing his cool. "O-oh...th-...them." He said. He cleared his throat as, predictably, one of the gladiators behind him caught onto his loss of face and yelled "COME ON THEN! WHAT ARE WE WAITIN' FOR!" They charged forward, rushing the door and...opening it. Their pauldrons shoulderchecked it as though they had been expecting resistance, only to find it swinging open. A few shots rang out, but otherwise they found that the goods that had been sitting around were gone, loaded onto the ship. Dead locals lay on the ground, and the flamboyant man was at the top of the gangplank leading up to the warship. It appeared they were in the process of working their ship up to being able to be rowed out of port, its sails still bound and rudder inactive, no one at the wheel. "WELL WELL! GLAD OF YOU TO MEET US, SWORDSMEN! Let us just get one of our long lost crew aboard quickly..." As two men climb up the gangplank, a third man with his hands bound and a bag over his head plodding up between them, bare chest bruised and patches of scales missing in the bunches across his back and forearms.

Orianna didn't wait to follow behind the guards, shoving past them as the bodies of the locals were spotted. Her heart sank in her chest, had she stayed that could of been her. Looking to the man she darted to the shoreline, tail jewelry jingling as she darted as quickly as her feet could carry her. "RAY!" She called out seeing the bound au'ra being carried up the plank. Leo's words tickled faintly in the back of her head. She didn't plan on doing anything drastic did she...? No she did. The miqote's jobstone flickered amongst the ruby red jewels on her tail. She dragged her foot across the dirt by the docks, draining a swath of aether from the ground and in one flickering burst the wood on the lower end of the ship would combust and explode. Shards of planks flying out and splattering the ocean water as fire rang out. Just as quickly as the hole and flames ate through the hull, Orianna would fall back onto the now cold earth.

"QUICK YOU BASTARDS WE'VE BEEN FIRED UPON YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO DO!" The gangplank shoved aside from the impact, the ship rocked by the burst. Ray was dropped to his knees, one of his attendants falling off the plank into the water below. He stood back up, shaking off another of his captors before the flamboyant pirate pulled his pistol and shot him through the thigh, causing him to fall with a yell. "HAHAHA! NOT SO FAST, CRETIN!" A deckhand quickly arose to grab him by the neck and begin hauling his muscular form onto the deck. As he did, the ship roared and creaked, what looked for the world like hexes of protection magic and quick metalwork beginning to plug holes in the ship attempting to prevent the ocean from entering the ship where it didn't belong, its sails beginning to unfurl and pumps beginning to act, siphoning water from the lower hull. "No! I won't permit this escape!" The sultansworn yelled as some of the Gladiators ran down to catch Orianna on her collapse. "With my final breath I avenge these dead!" He draws his Curtana, hopping onto the gangplank and attempting to run up, barely managing to unholster and raise his shield in time for a shot from the pirate to ring out. "QUICKLY, BASTARDS. THEY'RE ON US AND I'D HATE TO LOSE THIS HAUL!"

Orianna was caught, a bit of blood trickled from her nose but she paid it no mind. She shook the gladiator who caught her, getting back to her feet. She was not going to lose someone else. Not again, she had to save him. She had to. The woman drew in a deep sharp breath, feeling a prick in her lungs as she did. Once more, she darted unsteadily forward dragging aether again from the earth. The gold miqote launched another fireball into the hull, the explosion drowning out her hiss. A second hole would be blasted at water level on the opposite side of the ship. "You can't... have him." She fell onto her knees.

A nondescript yet familiar yell pierced the silence, and visibly from the deck a bleeding Ray took the opportunity to headbutt the pompous peacocking pirate, hobbling over to the far side of the ship and tumbling off. "CURSES YOU GODSDAMNED BILGE DOGS! WE'RE OFF BUT WE'LL BE BACK DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU TO THE NINE HELLS!!!" The Gladiators who weren't tending to Orianna turned and began dispatching pirates who had been left behind or flung from the ship, binding those who were healthy or dazed and ending the suffering of those who weren't. As the ship limped on in a billowing cloud of smoke, one of its masts destroyed in the explosion, no sign in the water of much but driftwood. "S-Ser Partheval..." one of the gladiators cried out in an almost hushed, hoarse yell. "T-they..." He stumbled back from one of the houses which had been boarded up. As the Sultansworn arrove, he covered his mouth. "Gods...gods no." And then, late to the party, the Flames arrived.

The edges of her vision darkened as she stared at the ground she sat in. Her body shaking from the self induced stress, she didn't even think about using black magic in public let alone the danger she put her own health in. The miqote breathed heavily, blood dripping in large drops onto the dry dirt and the back of her palm. She couldn't get up and the idea of even moving seemed an insurmountable challenge. The woman let out a quiet whine, ignoring any of the gladiators who were around her. She failed, she failed she failed, she failed. She hurt, physically her nerves were raw and the slightest jostle of her own clothing against her skin sent searing pain through her body.

"Get the survivors out of the water for questioning and medicine if we see fit. Good job, Partheval, you and your boys were here first. Where are the twice cursed blades!" A lalafellin Lieutenant belted out as his squadron of Immortal Flames came after him. He glanced down, spying Ori. "Lady Chant. What are you doing down there? Are you injured, ma'am?" He came over and grasped her shoulders unknowing her condition, shaking her. "What were you doing here in this state? What?" Ser Partheval came out, rubbing and shaking his head, taking a deep breath of the scorched, sandy, salty air and then recomposing himself, glancing at the water. "There, on that driftwood. One left...With a bag over his head? Are his hands bound? Men, we have a captive to free! Onward!" And then, like a lawful stupid goon, he dropped his weaponry and bolted into the water to swim out after him.

"I-I-I'm okay." She managed to get out. She certainly didn't look it. Her light skin was a deathly pale color, and her eyes seemed dull. The woman heard them call out about another but it was muffled to her ears. Everything hurt. Orianna looked up barely making out the floating person in the water before she fell over onto her side. The feet of those around her the last thing she saw before she lost consciousness.

[a-black-witch-wears-white]

Yes! This energy is giving 🤏🏽 mental setback demeanor to it. We've come too far to let negativity deep into our mental capacity. By letting negative actions take control (by thinking, speaking, writing or actions) we are denouncing and destroying many of the things we have worked hard to obtain. Everything is energy. Everything vibes or dies off of certain energies. Certain things you have obtained was created under high vibrational energy, those things may not survive in low vibrational energy. They may break or leave, leaving you without. Often this can be mistaken for a curse or hex because the person could seemingly had it all before it disappeared.

Now is a great time to work on your Crown Chakra (or Ori, depending if your path is African Traditional or New Age.) especially if you have been leaning towards negativity. Strengthening the mind to focus better and reject negativity is ideal.

Always remember, Where the Mind Goes the Feet Follows..