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DarkSouls3 - bosses splash by uger

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Tehd Shoemaker is by far my fav quest NPC so far. He is so mad at the inefficiency of the Burning Legion.

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What’s that, buddy? You got a quest for me? Sure, pal! I’d be happy to accept it!

But first, let me take you on a nice, thorough tour of our fair city.

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A Little Tea Shoppe of Horrors

The air was thick as the sun rose over Dustwallow Marsh. Below a little Undead began her day. She had built a small shack that lay upon the road from the burning crater of Theramore, right before the crossroads to Brackenwall and to Mudsprocket. Painted on a wooden sign in orange letters was the words “Viktoria’s Tea Shoppe” and beneath that “Fine Teas and Pumpkins.” The shack did not look like much, but it was cozy. It had all sorts of tea kettles along the walls, of which there was three with the last open side facing the road. Under the roof was a few chairs and tables, all of which did not match each other in the slightest. There was a small counter where a tea kettle sat with steam slowly rising from its spout. Behind that was boxes and boxes of assorted teas. A cow named Spot mooed outside. But the focal point, of course, was the little Undead. She stood not over five feet, her clothes a mismatched variety of blues and greens, shaped loosely into a robe. An apron wrapped around her neck that was white and had the words “It’s Always Time for Tea” in embroidered letters that really did not follow a straight line. She would have been described as “cute” if she was still living if you could somehow see her face under the black hair that looked as if a comb once had maybe in a past life attempted to comb it but gave up and retired, maybe uttering “I’m too old for this.”

Viktoria took the steaming kettle, as she had done for the past… she pondered for a moment, it had been a long time. But instead of dwelling on it for too long she poured a cup of the hot water onto an infuser in a small cup. The aroma poured out of the kettle as the hot water mixed into the tea cup. She smiled. She clasped the warm ceramic in her hands that were wrapped in bandages, letting the sweet smell linger into her nose. It had been days since a customer had arrived. She actually wondered if something happened. A whisper slithered into her ear.

“Reach out. Use your magic. Just a little bit. What could it hurt?”

She sipped her tea, washing away the bad thoughts. No. She would not touch the magic again. Not anymore. She had tea. Tea was enough. There was no need for fire. For fire and brimstone. For magic to consume her again. After Panda-land, she could not let it happen again. She spoke to herself, her voice wavering slightly.

“Tea is enough.”

The pull to use it, just a little bit, just to find out where her customers had gone… to see if she could find her old friends again…

“Pumpkins are fine too!”

She reached under the counter and grabbed a small piece of orange pumpkin and slid it into her mouth. She grew them. Right out back. Behind the shack. Behind her tea shop. Right by Spot. Spot the Cow. For the cream. For the tea. She drank more tea, even though the cup shook in her hand. As she removed the cup from her lips the cup shook more, but this time it was not from her nerves. The shaking erupted into green fire as Viktoria’s Tea Shoppe imploded. Wood ignited in milliseconds, the tea kettles and cups crashing to the floor. Spot the Cow flew from behind the shack and became hamburger against a nearby tree. Amongst the ruins of her dream shoppe was Viktoria. The Legion… the Legion was here. Her eyes looked upwards and watched as more eerily green orbs descended upon the world lighting trees and brush aflame. She reached down amongst the heap and pulled out the only tea set worth keeping and attached them to her belt. She rose from the ashes, the shield fading from around her as magic began coursing through her again. Through tear stained eyes she snapped a finger and a demon summoned from a rune that appeared on the charred dirt. As soon as the Imp rose, she snapped its neck with a flick of her wrist. The power from the sacrifice flooded into her as she looked towards the sky, and began walking. She did not want to look back, but she could not stop herself. Her eyes saw the destruction from over her shoulder. The Tea Shoppe was a crater of burning wood. The sign at last went up in flames. It was all gone.

Tea.

Tea was no longer enough.

#roleplay worldofwarcraft horderp wyrmrestaccord

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I’ve been picking at this comic for over a month now, scratching away at it when feeling absolutely blocked as a means of therapy.

It’s like a year since this game came out, but I absolutely adore Bloodborne and I can’t get enough of the lore and story. I’ve never seen such an eloquent explanation for a player character’s constant death and rebirth. The Hunter’s tortured soul, unable to die, cursed to seek the thrills of the Hunt. There are so many little stories like this one, tucked away in the game and item descriptions if you want to find them, but not forced upon you if you don’t. 

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A hunter must hunt. 

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The busiest and widest highway in the world is in Ontario, Canada

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LUPICIA || The Book of Tea 100

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OFELIA!

a bust i did of @averysoftbaguette‘s ofelia!! ah hhh i love her and i love the character they’re both amazing

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While we’re talking about abusive RPers...

…don’t forget that some of the flags of an abusive roleplayer are identical to the ones for abusive RL relationships.

The Idolize > Isolate > Devalue > Discard cycle that we see in a lot of abusive RL relationships is actually creepily common online and devastating to the victim, despite the lack of physical damage in most cases (I say “most” because I have seen people driven to self-harm or suicide attempts by online abuse of this type).

Idolize: the abuser is desperate to roleplay with the target. They lavish them with attention, gifts, plots, writing, and/or art. The abuser will do anything to become the target’s new best friend.  Some abusers will become irrationally angry if rejected at this stage and transition into stalking and/or harassment.

Isolate: the abuser begins peeling the target away from any existing friends or RP partners. They’ll attempt to occupy all their online time and suggest they do a lot of one-on-one roleplay in private with them. When in multi-person scenes, they will deliberately alienate the target’s other friends either by acting out, attacking them, or intentionally making RP awkward or impossible for everyone but their target. Gaslighting starts. They may complain the target’s friends are “mean” or “jealous” and attempt to instigate arguments where the target will feel the need to defend them and further alienate their friends. Lavishing with gifts continues in this phase.

Devalue: when their target is cut off from everyone else, the honeymoon ends. Gaslighting ramps up massively. They still want to roleplay with the target, but the target suddenly can’t seem to do anything right.  The target’s self-esteem is systematically degraded. Plots revolve increasingly around the abuser’s character with the target’s being an expendable, breakable prop. They attempt to push their target into roleplay they don’t enjoy or are actively afraid of, and respond to objections or refusals with manipulative behavior like crying, insults, or threatening abandonment.  In extreme cases, the abuser may feign self-harm or suicidal impulses and present them to the target as the target’s fault, i.e. “LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO.”  Gifts only come as “makeup” presents after a fight and are generally presented in public so that all seems well to anyone not involved. They are now the target’s only major roleplay partner and use that as a weapon. 

Discard: the abuser finds a new idol. Gaslighting hits maximum, convincing the target that they’re the reason the abuser doesn’t want to play with them anymore and that no one will ever want to play with them. Finally, they drop their current target and ignore them or harass them, often resorting to scorched-earth tactics and spreading rumors to make sure their victim has difficulty reconnecting with others. The target and their character are usually badly damaged, possibly irreparably.

Abusive roleplayers like this usually leave a trail of shattered guilds and broken people behind and often move games or servers when chasing a new target. Due to their habit of giving gifts in public and abusing in private, they may even have a good reputation in the community and staunch defenders (especially if they’re well-known for their writing, art, or crafts). 

In other words, good fucking luck catching them before they hurt someone.

Since this kind of abuse is hard to see from the inside until it’s already too late, the biggest thing you can do is watch out for your friends and guildies.  We’re all weirdos here, and we need to keep each other safe.  If you feel like somebody’s new RP partner is trying to separate them from their support system, don’t be afraid to speak up.  I don’t care if they write like the next Hemingway or their art appears to have been shat right out of Da Vinci’s asshole, they don’t get a pass.

If you feel like or know that this type of abuse is happening to you, remember that no plot or friendship is worth your mental health.  Walk away if you can, get someone you trust to help you if you can’t (yes, even the old friends you told to fuck off and leave you alone - they probably have a strong suspicion of why).  Take screenshots or chatlogs so you have some defense against gaslighting or malicious rumors.  You’re not alone, no matter what they tell you.

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Star Wars UNCUT || Carrie Fisher [x]

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Kylo Ren sketchdump part 1

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This ended up being less funny and more painfully accurate than I originally intended.