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hananoami · 3 months
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Heartbreaker💔
It looks cute, but it's always sad. Heartbreaker's tears are about to fall on the love letter that it's holding.💌 Doesn't it break your heart to see a heartbreaker?😢
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cpanther · 11 months
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K&K exert
Konya hurried to the front peeking through the window then carefully opened the door on a well dressed dark elf of about fifty. Even though it was fairly warm for the season the dark elf wore a light weight, tan jacket of high quality. His shirt was freshly pressed, pale green and again high quality. His dress pants were again light weight and pricey, a nice crisp black. Even his shoes screamed money, though what he might do for a living was beyond Konya. “Do you have an appointment?”
“Ah well no. I didn’t know one was required.”
“Name?” Konya held his hand out in case he had a card to hand over.
The dark elf seemed surprised for a moment. “Oh of course. My card.” he dug into his shirt pocket pullign out a small card holder. Carefully he removed one studied it for a moment then handed it over. “All information is current.” He added as though it was needed.
Konya nodded took the card and ducked back inside closing the door. “A Mr. Mensore.” He said handing the card over. “Current info.”
Unlike Konya Kalor nodded. “Nice to know.” He took the card duckign back into his office where he did a quick search for the man. “Business owner.” He set the card down. “Let him in, let’s see what he wants.” Often small businesses would start with one social media, change to another, alter their email or get a new number, frequently business cards were out of date before they could go through them all. Many printing places offered massive discounts on bulk prints meaning owners were stuck with cards which were out of date because they couldn’t get rid of the cards fast enough. Kalor himself had suffered the same problem when he’d opened his own place. Unlike others he hadn’t been sucked into the great savings by having thousands of cards printed at once. He’d gotten the smallest amount he could. Yes he had to reorder several times already but he’d been able to test out different websites and social media between each print until he found one he liked and could stick with.
Konya headed back to the front. At the door he took a deep breath. The boys would be home soon. The fact that Kalor was willing to humor this man so close to their arrival meant one of two things. One he was bored and wanted a case, or two he’d seen something on the guys web page which interested him. If he was honest, he was curious too. “Mr Icedam will see you.” Konya took the offered jacket hung it on one of the hooks beside the door then led the way to the office. The jacket there would tell the boys there was a possible client in the office and not to enter.
Konya waved a hand at the chair then took a seat at his desk. Since he didn’t work as many cases he didn’t need a large desk. Kalor’s own wasn’t much bigger and thanks tot he size of the room a larger desk wouldn’t fit if they wanted to be able to move around the room. Watching Kalor he tried to guess what the snow elf was going to say or do first. Just before Kalor spoke he decided the first thing out of his mouth would be a greeting then ask what was the trouble.
Kalor leaned back. “Mr. Mensore, from Mensore labs by chance?”
“Why yes. Former.” he added. “I sold the company a number of years ago.”
Not what Konya expected at all. Quickly he covered his shock. At least his appearance and Kalor’s willingness to see him made sense now. “I didn’t know that’d been sold.”
Mensore sighed. “It wasn’t a public sale. The man I started the company with offered to purchase my half, the price was reasonable so I agreed. He will still ask for my opinion at times, and I see a nice bit from what little stock I still own.”
In other words he didnt’ have a control share of the stocks, and clearly didn’t feel the need to. “And now you…?”
“I’m currently working on a new endeavor, though that’s not why I’m here.”
The snow elf nodded. “I didn’t think it was. If I recall correctly you’re one hell of a businessman. You’ve had two failures out of the dozen projects you started. One was bad timing in the market, the other was poor choice in location.”
Mensore blinked. “Why yes. I tried one out in a different place and it did every well. Unfortunately I didn’t manage to pick the right time to restart that first failure.”
“Maybe not but when the opportunity came around to purchase it you did and then took what was flagging and turned it into another success story.”
There was no way Kalor could have learned all that between the time the card was dropped off and Mensore entered the office. Konya knew for a fact the PI wasn’t that fast of a reader. Later he’d have to ask how much he knew a head of time and how much he’d learned on the fly. The tiefling was half tempted to leave his desk to see if Kalor had a bio page on the possible client up on his screen. If he did though he was doing a hell of a job hiding the fact that he was reading anything off.
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redbean-nom · 2 months
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A handful of "Boba Fetts" (none of them know what his armor actually looks like)
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notllorstel · 5 months
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making the eldest trolls siblings interact
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loronoazoro · 1 year
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This post really spoke to me 
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reliciron · 3 months
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SWTOR + text posts - part 2
part 1, part 3
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tentacion3099 · 2 months
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Bounty Hunting
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dailyadventureprompts · 11 months
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Planescape: The Inclementus Convolution
It is simple as hells go, there is the snow, the walls, and the shape of things that will haunt you for the rest of your days
It appears first as a troubling dream, endless anxious wanderings through a frigid and featureless maze. While most shrug off these visions others sink into a deep and restless malady, possessed by recurring feelings of being cold and lost. For some the dreams deepen, overtaking their waking life until they sink into an unwakung torpor, others are compelled to walk: seeking out winding alleys or wintry landscapes in the hope of finding a way OUT of the maze, only to find themselves transported to it bodily.
Occult scholars of dream and dimension have named this phenomenon the Inclementus Convolution, and conjectures on its purpose and original architects feature in many a forbidden tome. What these dabblers have failed to understand is that the convolution is not a thing of artifice but part of a great unknowable entity, which uses the maze to filter-feed from the multiverse the way a great whale uses baleen to trawl the sea. While the exact nature of this entity will be discussed below the cut, whats far more interesting is how the appearance of this dream labyrinth affects the lives of others.
A series of disappearances has the party tracing the city’s backstreets tracking rumours of a slaver gang or some kind of monstrous presence. Imagine their surprise when they not only find one of the lost individuals wandering in fevered confusion, standing before an alley from which unseasonable snow billows. 
Nearly swept up in the convolution as a child, a minor noble has bent the wealth of her station towards determining the meaning of that traumatic vision, becoming a notable patron for adventurers as she sends them off to explore various ruins or gather scraps of potentially relevant lore. The party are hired by her for a mission, but weeks later when they return from their delve they find that her estate has fallen prey to an otherworldly influence. They’ll need to brave the twisting halls of her manorhome and the hedgemazes that sprawl across the grounds if they want to get paid, and maybe rescue their hapless benefactor in the process. 
A fairly simple bounty mission to track down an occultist hiding in the mountains and bring him back alive quickly goes out of control after he opens a portal to the convolution inside his cell, transforming the surrounding guard barracks and its prisons into an eacheresque tangle backing onto an eldritch landscape. With other prisoners looking desperately to escape and panicking guards looking to arrest everyone they don’t recognize, will the party be able to escape before the whole structure is subsumed into nightmare?
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The entity at the centre of the maze is seldom seen by those lost with the expanse as the upper reaches of the towering walls are obscured by an omnipresent cloud cover. As such no earthly name has been given to it, as the miles long tendrils it sends skulking through the corners are often confused for individual lifeforms which some call. It is not malicious, nor is it strictly sentient, it is simply a lifeform doing what it has always done to survive, nevermind that it involves pinching beings from across the cosmos. Creatures that die within the convolution desiccate, their bodies becoming dried out husks as the moisture within them is absorbed by the surrounding stone to feed the entity above and later join with the ever present snow, the built up condensation from innumerable victims across time.
Future Adventures:
Lost souls from many worlds have left marks on the walls of the convolution, pleas for help, attempts to map a way out, epitaphs and memorials from those that knew their end was near. One of these happened to be a sage with secret knowledge most relevant to the party's ongoing struggles, meaning if that they want to find it for themselves they're not only going to have to find their way into and through the labyrinth, but also Ariadne their way back out after finding and deciphering the message he left.
Though very little can survive long in the endless halls, there are some interdimensional oddities that have managed to persist around the fringes, carried from one world to the next as the Inclementus seeks out new victims.
The most fearful of these passengers are a remnants of an alien empire known as the Tssol who were led into the convolution when their god-prince decided to lead his people into the otherworld following a "holy vision" (and the encouragement by his less theisticly inclined siblings looking to clear a path to the throne). The survivors of this royal expedition have endured for centuries by by carving their city into the oldest walls of the labrynth, where the entity's fleshy stalks merge with the endless walls. They worship it, subsisting from the meat sloughed off as it grows and using the remains to feed fungal farms, counting themselves blessed for following the god-prince's vision. Those that stumble into the maze are of particular interest to them, as individuals affected by Inclementus influence are capable of wandering in and out of the aberrant realm allowing the Tssol warriors to ride out and launch raids on other worlds.
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fewderpewders · 1 year
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HAPPY TRIGUN 25TH ANNIVERSARY here’s smth for vashwood week !!
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lavenoon · 1 year
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self care is making the bounty hunter deal with my nonverbal episodes <3
@naffeclipse I softened up your bounty hunter and will not apologize
self insert is not a girl (he/she)
og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!
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river-of-wine · 9 months
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Bounty huntin
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hananoami · 3 months
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Snoozer💤
Snoozer always has a snot bubble, and it's often tired. If it gets too close to you, you'll fall a… Zzz…😴
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wabart · 2 years
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cowboy + elf = cowbelf
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phoenixgrl1412 · 11 months
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DPxDC Prompt Idea - Danny the Ghost(ly) Bounty Hunter
When a person dies and becomes a ghost, the majority of the ghosts take a permanent residence in the Infinite Realms.
Ghosts that, for whatever reason, take up permanent residence in the human world/Earth are required to check in with Ghost Council (or a Death Institute, or whatever governing body you want to imagine). It's to make sure that the ghost in question is still healthy and is not in any danger. It is a Requirement and Cannot Be Avoided. Missing your check in is Very Bad.
An Earth-residing ghost must check in with the Ghost Council within 5 years of their death, and then once every 10 years after that.
Danny, now training to take on the title of King of the Infinite Realms, is interning with the Ghost Council for a period of time and helping with the Earth-bound ghost check in program when he finds one that has missed check in.
Jason Todd, residing in Gotham City. Died 5 years ago and hasn't checked in with the Ghost Council, or anyone in the realm, within the required time frame.
It is now Danny's job to bring Jason Todd in for his check in, no matter what.
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Cue shenanigans of Danny trying to get Jason to go into the portal to the Ghost Zone/Infinite Realm for his check in, and Jason refusing to have anything to do with the weirdo trying to get him into the glowing and floating Lazarus water and wondering how this kid got into his safehouse???
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y-rhywbeth2 · 3 months
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Having the Dark Urge solve murders is ironic, but I think they'd potentially be quite good at it. They have medical training for the autopsies, and they've been hanging out with every flavour of murderer Baldur's Gate has to offer, so they're familiar with the motivations and methods of serial killers.
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puppeteerpoet · 7 months
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