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[roegadynroost]

The new custom delivery quests ending had me BAWLING like a baby.

[inyourmindxo]

Man that fucking THIN documentary..

Ultimate trigger

[zelsisi]

Y’all. I’m coming off of such a heavy dnd session. It literally made me start crying. And when I say the character’s head space is fucked up I fucking mean it

So Thyn. My Tiefling Swords Bard. Is back in an area controlled by his home. He didn’t think that his friends would betray him or that his former lover would start to go insane. But it did happen and it landed them in jail. One party member is pissed off at him and just fucking left the group (mainly cause of the player needing to drop which I can understand). He stopped talking for like the first part of session only really talking once they were like half way through.

Then they’re on this mission and he runs into his former lover again who did the whole Star Wars 7 “TRAITOR” line. He stayed behind with his boyfriend to keep them off of the rest of the group. His boyfriend takes care of occupying three others while Thyn fights his ex lover. Who happens to be the only childhood friend he saw as family to survive the military dictatorship up till this point. I made a FF14 reference of Thyn being like “A rematch eh? How’s the phrasing go again? The Victor shall write the tale and the vanquished become its villain.”

So they fight and Thyn makes the comment of “Are you proud of yourself Maleris?” Maleris asks if Thyn is proud of himself (which he’s really not) and says he’s not letting me run away again. Thyn remarks back of “Running away is no fun after all. But you might as well be proud of yourself cause I can sure as hell tell you no one else is” EMOTIONAL DAMAGE

And everyone in call was like “Ouch”. But they continue fighting and then Thyn gets the upper hand, disarms Maleris and himself, and pins Maleris to the ground and speaks. “I’ve lived with blood on my hands. I’ve lived with the haunting memories of the fallen. I know you have too. I’m used to the anguish it causes me. The nightmares, the sleepless nights.” His expression goes from dark to sad and regretful “I know this will add to it. I will not ask for your forgiveness because I damn well know I won’t get it. Hells! I wouldn’t forgive me and I won’t. Nor will I forgive you Maleris. But I chose this path and you chose yours.” He draws his sheathed dagger and Maleris weakly raises a hand saying something along the lines of “At least you’re stabbing me in the heart from the front” which causes Thyn to start crying “I regret that decision every day of my fucking life. I’m sorry. Even though I’m not going to get your forgiveness.” He raises the dagger up “Say hi to the others. If not that then I’ll see you in hell.” And he plunges the dagger down into Maleris’s heart and as the blood covers his hands and as Maleris fades he says “I didn’t recognize you when I came into harbor. As far as I know the person I cared for is gone.”

Thyn then stands, doesn’t wipe his hands of the blood, switches the dagger to his off hand and grabs his spear as he looks at the other three of his friends. Darkness in his eyes, face and body language as tears pour down his face. Two walk off the third says “We don’t recognize you either”. Thyn screws his eyes shut and more tears come as he bolts for the ship.

They’re on the ship and just as he’s about to go down below deck to disassociate in his room and consider his life choices Hawkins the BBEG comes up from below deck to be right in front of him.

And in his head Thyn thinks he’s a monster. And the fucked up thing is that he wishes he hadn’t faked his death cause then this wouldn’t have happened. And he did so to avoid actually dying cause of him being vocal about everything that the military dictatorship is doing and how it needs to change. So he basically wishes he was dead. But also doesn’t cause then he wouldn’t be here.

He wants to be free. Whether that’s through death or letting go is another matter all together

[thaynthyn]

✨️🍀Gratidão infinita por me ouvir 🧿❤️

[shroudthecursedone]

So I have been thinking a lot about this and the three of them having kids, one of which is your current Cyna Fankid, Arianna, and the other two being her half-sisters.

- The First Half-Sister is Derby, the result of Thad and Dina's programming as well as dual origin. Derby is a Disassembly Drone/Worker Drone hybrid whose appearance is that her lower body turned out akin to V's aerodynamic "peg" legs and her upper body is that of a worker drone, she does not have wings but that doesn't stop her. Derby was named as such by Thad in reference to Rollerblade Derbies, a fact that Cyn and Dina poke at him for, but Derby loves it. She was very disappointed that she could not learn to skateboard with her leg design, but it was Thad with Uzi's help that fixed that by creating a style of omnidirectional ball-based Rollerblade that she could wear to develop her own style, she has not taken them off since and uses them everywhere. Derby is the youngest of the trio but also the tallest. She was the same height as Arianna, but after getting her blades, she became taller thanks to them. Her personality is akin to that of her dad, a calm and collected jock drone, but she has her blades as opposed to Thad having his skateboard.

- The second half-sister and the oldest are the results of Cyn and Thad programming a UNN together, resulting in Bonnie. Bonnie is "just" a worker drone, although she does have Solver marks spiraling about. Bonnie is the mother hen of her sisters and the responsible one, taking it upon herself to look after both her sisters and Mama (Cyn) when Dad (Thad) and Mom (Dina) are away or busy. This often leads to Bonnie neglecting to look after herself while she looks after others. It often takes both her sisters working together to get Bonnie to look after herself with some effort. Bonnie could pass for another drone her age in a crowd. She stands out because she is always with her sisters and trying to get them to behave.

I apologize, but this idea wouldn't leave me alone.

You know, I've noticed that most fankids a single package deal. That said, I think Cyn could be together with Dima AND Thad. Cyn could have "twins" (Cyn + Dima and Cyn + Thad), a wife, and an emotional support husband to help her recover from her solver ordeal.

Thad is her emotional support husband. If he could vibe with Doll, Lizzy, and Uzi both before and after the Disassembly Drones entered his life, then he can vibe with Cyn.

They sleep on a cuddle pile, probably, because I doubt Cyn wants to let go of her happy endings.

Not gonna lie the idea of another polycule would be so cute... though I gotta figure out how Dina would react to that LOL She's *very* possessive, even more so after she'd been turned into a Dissassembly Drone by the Absolute Solver (taking Cyn's form while doing so lol).

But with Thad's unrivalled charisma he'd get to her in no-time (affectionately). Also polycules/families sleeping on a pile is such a good trope, aughh, I love that one. Thad's like "nice, it's comfortably warm with you two" while Dina's overheating because she has both Thad and Cyn on her LMAO.

[mythicmarbles]

Context: Cyn just got purged from Uzi's tail and put into another body. She kinda got mixed feelings from Uzi manipulating her code to render her solver abilities completely disabled, So she ran out into the snow n stuff dramatically

[iced-souls]

Artfight Week 1 babyyyyyy!!

I had much much very big fun with these hehehe

Credits:

Elta/Doppy = @s3-izures

Zahir, Osric, and Phiaea = pm-animation

Muriel and Joulee = @corruptimles

The Guardian = @harmonytre

Darunia = Catgitarius

Malfunction = @satellite-starss

Sacha = @moki-the-lettuce

Maysan = CyrusQuirin

Arachni The 8 Wonders = @perfectshadow06

Forlorn = @god1eater

Vedansh = @crimfckeyt

[tinydragonsnake]

This started as a throwaway line, I dont know how this ended up coming into existence

[theantivoid-3]

DO YOU ACCEPT THIS PRESENT

YES YES I DO

ME SCREAMIN HAPPILY:

[chryso-poeia]

I’m in love with my doctor and i don’t need that right now. Don’t give me those blue eyes, that jawline and that unstained sense of innocent politeness often associated with heterosexual privileged men. Also don’t tell me to ”take care of myself” with a concerned look after allat. I did not need to manifest this.

[nnn-lll-nnn]

COUNTERINTELLIGENCE-1

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[roegadynroost]

Halone was everything I wanted for Thyn'a as a patron deity. Ice. Spear. Shield.

Now if only they'd let me wield those in game!!! Anywho, we stan Halone on this blog.

Thyn's birthday deity happened to be Oschon by luck and I think that the two of them really fit my gals theming 100% Fierce in battle with an endless wanderlust~

[roll-4-fuckery]

⚡⚡GREETINGS TRAVELERR⚡⚡

I am THE DUNGEON MASTER, a seeker of the ARCANE TRUTHS and MASTER OF FUTURE-SIGHT!

Using my DICE OF FATE, I shall reveal to you the paths made possible through your most recent WONKING,

BEHOLD!!!

OUTSTANDING TRAVELER!!

Henceforth, you shall never FUMBLE a BADDIE for the rest of thyn days!

💫GOOD BYE TRAVELER!💫

Took her to my factory and then I wonk'd it

[zelsisi]

Ok. So I’ve had a bit to come to terms with this but I’ve had my first D&D character death after around 3-4 years playing.

My male Tiefling Swords Bard named Thyn is the first character I’ve lost to death. We had just wrapped up his whole character arc and him having a very bad mindset (cause I mean he just killed the last of his childhood friends so who wouldn’t spiral?) when the BBEG comes onto our ship and stops right in front of Thyn.

Thyn of course doesn’t want to talk the situation down cause he’s ducking pissed and wants to hit something which just so happens to be Hawkins (BBEG) at that moment. So combat starts. Thyn’s first in initiative cause he’s fucking ready to rumble and in soldier mode but misses and then goes unconscious in the first round of combat. Comes back up with the Wither and Bloom spell and Dimension Doors away cause he just went down so. Thyn had like 46 max health at level 7 so not surprising. The Wizard had more than him

But Thyn’s on the other end of the ship and Hawkins dashes up to him taking opportunity attacks. They have a small conversation “Nkt surprised you’d come after blood in the water it’s your type.” “My type?” “Type of character. You see an opening you take it.” “You would know wouldn’t you?” The last part was only so Thyn could hear and then he’s stabbed, knocked unconscious again and thrown into the main mast losing a death save. The party starts to try and get him back up while trying to get his focus off of Thyn

Thyn comes back to conscious after Kharis (Paladin and boyfriend) uses all of his lay on hands to get him back up. Chrone (best friend and Captain) starts taunting Hawkins. Hawkins kills the two zombies we had. Thyn runs to the back of the ship using whole movement and action while shouting out “What do you mean I would know?!” To which Hawkins replies “Oh I’d love to tell you but so many memories so little time.” Chrone is blasted with lightning to kill him however since he’s a vampire (and a halfling) he becomes mist and gets back to his coffin but as far as we know in character he’s dead. The Kharis goes unconscious. Hawkins moves up to be within 30 feet of Thyn. Kharis comes back up with Aura of Vitality (or life can’t remember but is at one hp)

Thyn seeing Hawkins closing in and nowhere to run decides to just go down swinging so to speak and casts Dissonant Whisperers. Then Hawkins is finally on him. So Thyn goes down. Gets stabbed once then twice and he’s failed all death saves. In his finally moments he stares unafraid at Hawkins and says as he grabs the sword imbedded in his gut “They’ll ruin you…” Hawkins leans down and whispers so that only he could hear “Not before you ruin them.” Then Thyn looks to Kharis and says “Time was never in my favor. Never…” Opens his mouth to say I love you but dies before hand. His eyes don’t close and he’s staring up as his hand falls off of the sword.

That was a session ago. This week’s session was even more emotional. We picked up from where he just died. Kharis, enraged goes to fight Hawkins as he screams. His goddess helps him to save his life and they wake up on an island with a dog bank and a mountain on it. Just Kharis, Daziss (Druid), and Malcer (Wizard) on the beach with the ship aground and slightly wrecked. They found a coffin with Chrone’s body inside but couldn’t find Thyn’s body. They did find his spear and his viol his signature items/tokens. There was inter party drama. Malcer has a fucked up view on life and death is all I’ll say. Kharis goes to Thyn’s room on the ship and finds letters to the crew and a journal. The letter were farewell letters that they read that night and the journal contained a story. All of these I read aloud and had the desired effects. Then they had a mourning ceremony for Thyn. They threw an item into the fire that reminded them of him and explained why. Malcer threw manacles in saying that he was a soldier and used it to capture people just like we were. Daziss threw his own flute into the fire since Thyn was a bard and sang and played music they even said they’d jam out when they had time. Kharis threw in his hair band saying that Thyn had said he always liked him better with his hair down. Kharis is also keeping Thyn’s spear and viol, the latter entrusted to him.

They slept. Kharis was knocked out cause he wasn’t going to sleep. He had a vision of his goddess unconscious with black tendrils making their way towards him and the message of “Find me.” Malcer had a nightmare. Then they ascended the stairs to find a woman who said she wasn’t impressed with a Mortal Combat like tower behind her and that’s where we ended session. It feels weird. I know Thyn’s story isn’t over tho. Cause the DM and I have plans but that’s all I’ll say for now. Tho if any artists would like to draw any of theses scenes please do I beg since I can’t commission anyone

[helluvapoison]

Crystal Clear

Zestial x Reader

warning: lil violence, probably inaccurate old english

Consider yourself lucky to find yourself under Zestial’s good graces and watchful eyes. While he sends you bottles of delicious, ancient wine and carnivorous flowers, others are on the opposite end. That’s what Alastor tells you at least and he refuses to elaborate. While you’re curious to know what could be the opposite of flowers, you think your imagination might be an easier pill to swallow than the truth.

You’ve long since agreed to go on that promenade with the Overlord (which you’ve found out means a walk by a lake) but Zestial, according to the notes on the recent bouquet of grey roses, “hasn’t known a moment’s peace” for a month now. His cursive is flawless with accentuated strokes and curls that take up the entire card. You wanted to thank him for all the gifts but a call felt impersonal… and something told you he didn’t own a phone.

A letter would probably suffice except you weren’t sure where to send it. Alastor continued to be no help. At first it struck you as odd because you thought the two of them were friends but that’s on you, you should have known Alastor doesn’t have friends. So you set out to Zestial’s corner of The Pride Ring. It was old fashioned like Cannibal Town but not nearly as nice.

By that, you mean the people are just as shitty as they are everywhere else in Hell.

Not even two steps over the invisible threshold and you’re shoved into the side of a building, cool brick meeting your shoulder hard. You move to give the jerk a silent “fuck you” at the very least, raising your middle finger as she bolts away from you. Two steps the same, she’s dragged into an alley by a shadow.

“Pray tell,” A familiar voice, so smooth and close, drowns out the nearby screaming. Zestial himself steals your attention and your breath. You don’t even have time to wonder where he came from.

“Doth thyn own eyes deceive? A firefly has entered the web of a spider by thous own accord? Thy had not expected this turn of events. What brings thee to my web this hellish day?”

“Oh! I wanted to thank you for all the presents you sent.” You explain, patting your pockets for the envelope addressed to him.

Humming, his eyes roam across his name as he gingerly takes the pink paper. He doesn’t open it then, instead bringing into the abyss of his coat where it disappears from your sight.

“The pleasure belongs entirely to thyn own self,” Zestial says politely, his smile disappearing as he speaks, “Oh how outrageous thou must be, for thou has been generously patient. Apologies, firefly. Thyst swears this will not happen twice.”

You tilted your head, brows pulling together as you deciphered Zestial’s words. When it settles in you’re quick to hold up your hands. You’re so quick to fix things, you missed his pet name again.

“I—Oh! No, I’m not upset! I understand you’re busy.”

This pleases Zestial immensely, his smile returning and etching across his face once more.

“Thous kindness continues. Please, allow thy to return thee from whence thou came. Thyn would be remiss should something happen to thee.” He paused, voice dropping as he glared over his shoulder, “Twice.”

Zestial swiftly offers his arm to you when you try to see what he was looking at. A part of you did know he was sparing you a gruesome sight… the other part didn’t care as much as you should.

Falling into step with the Overlord, you’re suddenly aware of how much labor he’s putting into walking at your pace. It looks effortless enough. He practically glides as he walks anyhow. Still, it didn’t go unnoticed by you. Despite slightly delving into his frustrations (via cards) about how busy he was, he seemed in no rush to return to his territory to deal with whatever it may be.

“I looked up what promenade means, by the way,” You say eventually, though the silence between you both was comfortable enough, “I’d officially like to accept your invitation now. When work slows down for you, of course.”

Zestial chuckles, looking straight ahead, “Thyn has been working tirelessly to ensure uninterrupted time with thee. Much like this, only with a more suitable location for such a sweet soul as thou.”

“Tirelessly, huh? Don’t forget to take breaks,” You chastise playfully.

“In thys undead existence, thyn has come to be sure that there is no time for breaks. Change is constant and quick. Thyn is forced to adapt when thyn does not wish to or thy will be left a—how did one say? A relic.”

Now it was your turn to frown.

“Someone said that to you?”

His amusement remained alive as ever despite the terrible insult.

“Fret not. There shan’t be much for one to say any longer.”

You cross your arms and nod firmly.

“Howevermore, mayhaps there was truth in one’s words. It appears to thy, that the more thyst resists the ever growing changes of this modern day, the farther thyst casts thys own self into darkness.” Zestial sighs and trails off towards the end, “Tis a rather lonely existence.”

Slowly, you nod your head. It takes a minute to translate what he said and another to respond but Zestial is nothing if not patient.

“Change is constant,” You begrudgingly agree.

He hums in appreciation, “Precisely.”

“But it doesn’t have to be lonely if you don’t want it to be. You have Carmilla and—” You hesitate which caught his attention.

“And?”

“Well, I was going to say me. If you want, that is.”

Zestial chuckles. It’s a dark, raspy sound that makes your bones vibrate and sends a shiver throughout your body.

“Thy would be honored to call thoust a friend.. for the time being. Thy can only be content in the darkness for so long now that light has been seen. Thoust will inevitably succumb to a courtship, thyself assures thee.”

“You lost me a little bit,” You replied, dipping your hand from side to side in a so-so motion.

The green of his eyes shrink upwards in amusement yet again. Zestial straightens, looking around as if debating something he doesn’t feel inclined to share this time. You show him the same courtesy he showed you and waited for him to gather his thoughts.

“As commerce for such a divine outing, and solidifying our enriching conversation, thoust will be repaid in kind. Just this once.” Zestial declares, holding up a single, slender finger from his coat, “You and I are much alike, dear firefly, we shall not be easily discouraged from our desires.”

He holds out his hand and waits for yours to join. It’s not a perfect fit, his fingers could wrap around yours two times over, but it feels nice. Zestisl is oddly warm with soft palms and an unfailingly gentle grip. Bowing, he kisses your knuckles like he did the first time,

“Until next time. Thy will count the seconds,” He says quietly.

You don’t realize there’s an audience until he sinks into the cracks on the ground and absconds from your view. If you’re honest, you didn’t catch quite a bit from the last few minutes. You’re still stuck in the web of time where Zestial said he desired you. At least you think that’s what he said. Funny, even when he says it in layman’s terms you’re still not sure what Zestial meant.