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velvetsainz · 6 months

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summary: [ cl16 x fem!reader ] charles is away in baku and you remind him of what he's missing. part two.

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content warnings: smut under the cut (minors dni pls!), pwp, use of explicit language, phone sex, masturbation, google-translated french (lmao), a dash of fluff, i like em dashes too much

a/n: baby's first smutlet! i've been writing for like twelve years but i've never posted to tumblr, so here's to first times! there'll def be at least a part ii to this, but i'm also hoping to write for other drivers soon(ish). also giant mega thank you to @multiseb21 + @lecrep for your support—y'all have been so incredibly sweet & i am so thankful for you!! anyways, i hope y'all like this! enjoy, loves! xx

“Chérie,” his voice crooned over the line, a soft laugh leaving your lips. “Don’t tease, mon ange—it’s already hard enough being away from you for so long.”

“Weren’t you the one who said he’d be fine just a month ago?,” you retorted, voice low. The cards were in your hands now, and Charles was desperate. He was a nomad lost in the desert and you were his oasis on the horizon, just the sound of your voice enough to slake his thirst.

“Yes, but then you sent me that picture and—” You hear him curse again under his breath, his fist acting as a poor substitute for the velvet heat of your walls. He swore he wasn’t going to let you leave that bed once he got his hands on you again.

Charles wasn’t entirely wrong: you were the biggest fucking tease known to mankind. Earlier that evening you sent him a semi-absentminded photo of you fresh from the shower, steam still obscuring the best parts of the photo with a fresh white towel around your hips and one gathering your hair on top of your head. He’d always had something about you fresh from the shower—every time he’d nearly pounce as soon as you’d pad back into the bedroom from the steamy confines of the bathroom, hair wrapped on top of your head just as it was now. (Part of you thought it was something primal in him: you’d washed away his scent on your skin and he needed to make his territory known again, that horn dog.) Still, he was ever the gentleman and would make the endeavor more than worth your while.

“Yeah, that was pretty bad of me, wasn’t it?,” you ceded with a knowing smirk on your lips as you sat back from your desk, closing your laptop slowly. You’d wanted to get a little more work done after your shower, but the Monégasque wasn’t keen to let sleeping dogs lie and needed to hear your voice for himself.

“So bad, chérie,” he agreed with tone of exasperation, a heavy sigh passing through the phone, “And you’re not even here to help a–”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t help in other ways,” you were quick to remind him, the words coming from your mouth quicker than your shame would force you to bottle them up. Heat was creeping to your cheeks, and you could feel the familiar coil of desire tightening deep in the pit of your belly.

“Are you—?”

“That’s why you called, isn’t it, baby?,” you asked only to get a stifled groan from the other side. “You wanted me to tell you how I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you continued, “how I miss your hands on my hips, your cock so deep—”

“Fucking hell,” Charles practically whines as you push yourself away from the desk now, allowing yourself to relax into the seat of the chair and your hips to ease apart despite every part of you wanting to grind them together to relieve the dull ache that rested between them.

“What would you do if I was there now, Cha?,” you asked softly, hand splayed out over the plush of your thigh, eyes glazing over as you pictured him there with you. You wanted his hands everywhere; you couldn’t decide where you truly needed him most. Fingers curling against that hidden spot in your tight cunt, threaded through your hair and pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder, gripping your thighs so tight they’d leave bruises that he’d fuss over later—it all sounded like heaven compared to the lonely hell of your shared Monte Carlo flat.

“I want to taste you, mon cœur,” he replied shakily as his breath came faster, the sound of him fisting his cock becoming more and more prominent as time passed; he wasn’t going to last long like this, but you both already knew that—it wasn’t the point of this exercise. “I’d have you coming on my tongue, let you taste yourself when I kiss you—putain,” the driver cursed once more as his brow furrowed. He was leaking precum over his ironclad grip and all he wanted was to slide his fingers past your plump lips to feel the wet heat of your tongue take care of the mess.

You let out a tremulous breath over the line, one you hadn’t known you’d been holding onto so tightly until your head started swimming with need. Your hand had drifted from its origin, rubbing lazy circles over the cotton of the panties you’d slipped into after the inciting picture. On your top half was a worn, faded shirt of Charles that you’d taken a liking to as a nightshirt—especially when you were missing him as you were so desperately now.

“Need you in me,” you begged, the emptiness you felt so acutely coming to the forefront of your senses, “You always do such a good job filling me—my fingers don’t do you justice.”

You hear a groan on the other side of the line, the man now sitting on the edge of the bed as he tries to keep himself in check. He wasn’t ready for this to be over so soon; you had him feeling like a teenager again, ready to spill at a moment’s notice. Granted, this wasn't anything new: there's something so intoxicating about you that destroyed whatever semblance of restraint, of control he had over his lust.

“Want you in my mouth, give me something better to do than tease you like this,” to which you received a choked merde, the man hanging on your every word as the hand between your legs abandoned its objective—you could take care of that later. You were too caught in every little sound that passed his plush lips, listening for every little cue his body so willingly gave you.

“Want your hands in my hair, guiding me up and down your cock,” you keened for him on a whine, his breathing heavy and labored. He was running at full speed to the cliff's edge, and you were there watching, waiting in the grass. “Want your cum on my tongue, baby,” you whined.

“Promise not to waste any, minette?,” he grunted, gritting his teeth as you hummed your assurances. “Such a good girl f’me, yes–”

With a strained hiss and a groan he came sloppily over his hand, thankful enough that he wasn’t home in Monaco so he didn’t have to worry about cleaning up the mess he’d made. “Fuck,” he croaked, breathing heavy as he came down from the blinding high your words had catapulted him through. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been taking care of business when duty called, but something about your voice, the thought of you there…it clutched everything into a higher gear.

“Better?,” you asked, sly smile audible to the Ferrari driver; he didn’t need to see you to know the shit-eating, satisfied smile that took over your lips.

With a tired laugh he nodded, slumping back onto the cool rumpled sheets of the hotel bed as he stared absently at the dark ceiling. It was three in the morning in Baku, and he couldn’t sleep—the thoughts your cheeky picture had invited wouldn’t let him.

“Get some rest, tiger,” you teased him, knowing he’d have to be awake in a few short hours. You debated sending him another picture in the morning as motivation, tiding him over until you’d join him later that weekend.

“Que ferais-je sans toi, mon amour?,” he asked, sleep heavy in his voice as he rolled the right way onto the bed and running a hand through his hair. He’d deal with the mess he’d made in the morning along with the flowers he’d send you—he really didn’t know what he’d do without you.

“I guess we’ll never know, hm?,” you replied gently, smile melting into something softer as you fiddled with the gleaming ring on your left hand.

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soylent-crocodile · 2 months

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Faller (Monster)

(ISOPOD by Anastasia Berseneva)

CR9 TN Medium Monstrous Humanoid HD12

(As the name may suggest, these were built from the ground up as an terrestrial whalefall specialists, with the various giant beasties of pathfinder substituting for whales. I actually used fallers as a placeholder name but got attached to it, so here they are! They're up there in CR so that a caravan of five of them puts up a genuine threat for someone who might fight an Adult Red Dragon.

Also I don't love this art for fallers, but it was the most buggy of the bipedal isopods i could find.)

Fallers are wandering nomads who specialize in feeding on the carcasses of great beasts, such as giants, dragons, and large dinosaurs. They live in family groups of up to a dozen individuals and have no leader, employing an anarchic decision making process that may see these groups splitting and reforming as different individuals take different paths. A faller caravan’s lifestyle consists of divining the location to various monster falls and then traveling, possibly hundreds of miles, to such a banquet. Upon reaching such a corpse, they will claim it, defend it, and slowly harvest and feed off it until such a time as it grows thin and they must move on to fresher falls. It’s noteworthy that, due to their powerful innate divination magic, a group of fallers may set camp for a death before it occurs. Generally, these divinations hold true, and fallers find a warm corpse at their destination, but twists of fate are not unheard of, and fallers are generally prepared for battle if need be. Fallers are frequently seen ushering giant flies, which serve as a combination of pet and mount, enabling them to engage flying enemies and scout high-up or hard to reach places. These flys are surprisingly docile and loyal in a faller’s hands.

Fallers are known to come into conflict with adventuring parties over the spoils of the latter’s conflicts; adventurers regularly stake claim to the loot and parts of a particularly dangerous foe, but fallers consider themselves owed the rewards of such a struggle, and practically speaking, are often unable to relocate to a new corpse before the threat of starvation looms. Unfortunately for many adventurers, fallers are trained combatants, and a particularly undiplomatic group of them may spell doom for an adventuring party soon after a proud triumph. Finally, fallers have been known to come into conflict with the cultures dragons and similar great beings surround themselves with; claiming the corpse of a lone dinosaur is one thing, but disassembling and eating a corpse may be less welcome when it’s the corpse of an important leader or respected member of a community. For this reason, cultures led by dragons frequently adopt a kill-on-sight principle for fallers, and kobolds in particular are known to litter a faller’s anticipated path with the most lethal and cruel traps they can manage.

Despite this, faller’s oracular abilities are also known to a few peoples, and some cultures seek out such beings to ask questions, sometimes deliberately luring them by killing a large animal. Fallers are a practical and isolationist type, however, and must be provided some benefit to expend their divining abilities; especially since such abilities are necessary for their way of life.

Fallers' endonym is a series of rasps and hisses unpronounceable to the average mammal or reptile.

This hunched over biped has a hard, segmented shell on its back, a number of segmented limbs, and large black eyes.

Misc- CR9 TN Medium Monstrous Humanoid HD12 Init:+4 Senses: Perception:+22 Scent, Darkvision 60ft Stats- Str:22(+6) Dex:19(+4) Con:23(+6) Int:15(+2) Wis:24(+7) Cha:16(+3) BAB:+12/+7/+2 Space:5ft Reach:5ft Defense- HP:138(12d10+54) AC:24(+4 Dex, +2 Armor, +8 Natural) Fort:+12 Ref:+12 Will:+15 CMD:38 Resist: Acid 10, Cold 10 Immunity: Disease Special Defenses: DR2/Bludgeoning Offense- mwk Glaive +19/+14/+9(1d10+9/x3) or Net +18(Entangle, 10ft) or 2 Claw +16(1d6+6 plus trip) CMB:+18 (+2 Racial bonus to trip) Speed:30ft Special Attacks: Studied Target +3 (Attack, Damage, Bluff, Knowledge, Perception, Sense Motive, Survival; Move or Swift Action) Feats- Great Fortitude, Endurance, Point-Blank Shot, Vital Strike, Power Attack (-4/+8), Quick Draw Skills- Climb +15, Knowledge (Dungeoneering) +14, Knowledge (Geography) +14, Knowledge (Nature) +14, Perception +22, Ride +13, Survival +22 Spell-like Abilities- (Caster Level 11, Concentration +14) Augury, Invisibility Purge, Sanctify Corpse 3/day Dispel Magic, Find the Path 1/day Divination 1/week Special Qualities- Ferocity Ecology- Environment- Any Languages- Faller Organization- Pair (2), Caravan (4-6 Fallers, 0-3 Giant Horseflies) Treasure- Standard Special Abilities- Studied Target (Ex)- A faller may use the Studied Target ability as a 10th level Slayer.

#soylent original #monsters and races #homebrew #isopod #giant isopod #whalefall

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atlaculture · 1 year

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Building Up: Air Nomad Cuisine - The Dynamic Duo

When conceptualizing Air Nomad cuisine, I took inspiration from dishes of the Himalayas, primarily Tibetan. Since Air Nomads spend much of their lives living in high altitudes, I felt their cuisine should reflect the needs of that lifestyle. It would also take advantage of the dairy that sky bison could likely provide. In short, while all dishes shown will be vegetarian, very few will be vegan. If you’re interested in trying any of these foods, click on the name of each dish for a recipe or product website.

Tsampa

Tsampa (རྩམ་པ་) is roasted barley flour and a staple food in Tibetan cuisine. It can be blended with milk and butter to make a savory porridge or mixed with leftover Tibetan tea to create an energy-dense edible dough. It’s a nutritious and hardy ingredient, making it the perfect foodstuff for nomads traveling at high altitudes and in cold climates.

Butter Tea

Also known as “Tibetan tea” or “churned tea” (cha süma / ཇ་སྲུབ་མ), this beverage is iconic to Tibetan culture and is popular throughout the Himalayas and Central Asia. Traditionally, it is made by boiling tea and then churning it with yak butter and salt. I imagine that the ATLA equivalent would use sky bison butter. Since butter is the main ingredient, the tea provides plenty of caloric energy and prevents chapped lips from harsh winds.

I can imagine Iroh being a big butter tea fan. 8)

Like what I’m doing? Tips always appreciated, never expected. ^_^

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#air nomads #building up #Cultural Cuisine

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thirdtofifth · 1 year

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Geriviar Huge giant, neutral evil Armor Class 19 (natural armor) Hit Points 229 (17d12 + 119) Speed 50 ft. Str 27, Dex 12, Con 24, Int 11, Wis 17, Cha 18 Damage Immunities fire, poison, thunder Damage Resistances bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing from nonmagical attacks not made of adamantine Condition Immunities charmed, frightened Senses passive Perception 13 Languages Giant Challenge 19 (22000 XP) Prodigious Leap. The geriviar's long jump is up to 50 feet and its high jump is up to 30 feet, with or without a running start. Regeneration. The geriviar regains 10 hit points at the start of its turn. If the geriviar takes acid or cold damage, this trait doesn't function at the start of the geriviar's next turn. The geriviar dies only if it starts its turn with 0 hit points and doesn't regenerate. Siege Monster. The geriviar deals double damage to objects and structures. Sprint. Whenever the geriviar takes the Dash action, it can move up to twice its speed. Actions Multiattack. The geriviar uses its Exploding Nodules if it is able to. It then makes four slam attacks. Slam. Melee Weapon Attack: +14 to hit, reach 10 ft., one target. Hit: 21 (3d8+8) bludgeoning damage. Exploding Nodules (Recharge 4-6). The geriviar fires two nodules from its back, each of which explode in a 10-foot radius within 60 feet of the geriviar and within 30 feet of each other. Each creature in the area must make a DC 23 Dexterity saving throw, taking 17 (5d6) piercing damage and 17 (5d6) fire damage on a failed save, or half as much damage on a successful one. Rock. Ranged Weapon Attack: +14 to hit, range 60/360 ft., one target. Hit: 24 (3d10+8) bludgeoning damage. If the target is a Large or smaller creature, it must succeed on a DC 22 Strength saving throw or be knocked 10 feet away from the geriviar, and fall prone.

These nomadic, territorial giants tend to prefer desolate mountains or swamps for their lands, living alone or in small families. Rarely do more than ten of these giants congregate in any one place; a mercy, given how deadly they are. They hate buildings or any permanent structure, and seek to destroy them. Some believe they are a race bred in the ancient past to serve as siege monsters for some long-forgotten empire. They keep few possessions. Geriviars stand between 25 and 30 feet tall and weigh up to twelve tons.

Originally from the Monster Manual III.

#thirdtofifth CR 19 #thirdtofifth giant #d&d monster #d&d homebrew #d&d 5e #dnd 3.5 #dnd 5e #d&d 3.5 #dungeons and dragons #d&d #dnd

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thecreaturecodex · 4 months

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Hawktoad

Image © Frog God Games, by Stan Morrison

[When I was struggling with writer's block, I attempted to start a project where I converted a bunch more monsters from Sword and Wizardy's Monstrosities book. The hawktoad was the only monster that was actually finished from that attempt. Like a lot of S&W monsters, it combines low HD with high lethality, being a 2 HD monster that can start strangling a PC to death with a single hit from its tongue. The throttling critical ability is my attempt to combine that in theory with the practice of game design where characters are a little less disposable.]

Hawktoad CR ½ N Magical Beast This creature resembles a fat toad from the waist up, with a tadpole-like tail instead of lower legs. Rather than hop or crawl, it flies, gliding through the air as if it were water. Its forelimbs end in clawed feet, and it has a sharp beak in place of a mouth.

Hawktoads are magical carnivores that combine features of amphibians and birds. Most sages assume that they are unnatural creations, either the product of meddling mages or a consequence of magical radiation. They use their prehensile tongues to hold prey down while tearing at it with their talons. Their beaks are relatively soft, and more useful for processing dead meat than causing damage to the living. Although a lone hawktoad will only attack prey of its size or smaller, they become daring in groups, and may attack prey the size of a horse.

Hawktoads live in mixed-sex flocks. Unlike either hawks or toads, they are gregarious hunters, with multiple individuals dive-bombing the same victim. They lay leathery eggs, which they bury in moist soil during the rainy season. The young are precocial, able to wiggle out of the soil on their own and fly to join the nearest flock, which may or may not be the flock of their parents. Hawktoads take relatively well to captivity, although they grow listless and sick if kept in a cage instead of being allowed to fly free. Because of this wanderlust, they are popular mascots among nomadic peoples. A hawktoad may be taken as a familiar by a neutral spellcaster with the Improved Familiar feat of at least 3rd caster level.

Hawktoad CR ½ XP 200 N Small magical beast Init +1; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, Perception +5

Defense AC 13, touch 12, flat-footed 12 (+1 size, +1 Dex, +1 natural) hp 9 (2d10-2) Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +1

Offense Speed 10 ft., fly 60 ft. (good) Melee 2 claws +3 (1d3), tongue +1 touch (grab) Special Attack grab (Large), throttling critical

Statistics Str 10, Dex 13, Con 9, Int 2, Wis13, Cha 6 Base Atk +2; CMB +1 (+5 grapple); CMD 12 Feats Multiattack Skills Fly +7, Perception +5; Racial Modifiers +4 Perception

Ecology Environment temperate hills and plains Organization solitary, pair or flock (3-18) Treasure incidental

Special Abilities Flight (Su) The flight of a hawktoad is a supernatural ability Throttling Critical (Ex) If a hawktoad successfully confirms a critical hit with its tongue attack, it wraps its tongue around its opponent’s neck. This prevents the creature from speaking or using verbal components, and the creature must hold its breath or begin to suffocate.

#hawktoad #pathfinder 1e #swords and wizardry #magical beast #osr

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Christmas on the run

Summary: You and Steve didn’t part ways on good terms. What happens when you end up in the same cabin on Christmas?

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Warnings: language, enemies to ???, cliché tropes, snowed in, banter

Square 10 filled for @avengersbingo: Snowed in

Square 4 filled for Lulu’s XMAS Bingo: Snowed in

Square 3 filled for Lulu’s Winter bingo: Snowed in

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Three months earlier, …

“Superhero on the run. War of the Avengers. Fight or flight Captain,” you shut off your phone, groaning as the messages still pop up. “Newsflash, assholes. I’m not interested in your shit anymore. Fight all you want. I’m out of this for good.”

You fall back on the comfortable sofa you brought to your fortress of solitude. Your grandfather’s cabin. A place no one but him and you know about.

“Cheers Tony,” you raise your glass at your friend. “I hope you’re happy now. The world is on fire and the Avengers are torn apart. Good thing you signed those fucking accords.”

You down your drink, hissing as the burning liquid runs down your throat.

“What a shitshow, Cap. Being on the run must be fun,” you chuckle darkly. “Fuck you, Cappy. I hope being chased around the world helps you stay in shape…”

Now, Christmas Eve, …

“Food is ready. I got all my favorite movies on Blu-ray. Security is on the highest level,” you look at your phone to check on your tasks. “I got enough food until New Year’s Eve.”

While you look around the cozy room, sighing as you are ready to spend Christmas Eve alone in your chosen exile your dog jolts up. He runs toward the door and grits his teeth.

“Cerberus, stop,” your dog immediately reacts to your command. He still grits his teeth and is ready to jump at anyone daring to break into your cabin, but he waits for you to allow him to do so. “I got this.”

You slowly step toward the door, grabbing the shotgun you hide next to the door. You unlock the gun, taking a deep breath.

“My dog can smell you out there. If you want to break into my cabin, you should know I do not hesitate to kill you. You better get the fuck off my lawn.”

“This is not a lawn, but rather a forest,” frowning you listen to the man’s rant. “Doll, I’m not in the mood to break down another door. I need to hide at your place for a while.”

“No can do, Capsicle,” he huffs as you refuse to open the door. “I told you to keep me out of your beef with Tony last time you contacted me. You made sure I had to leave the Avengers before shit went down. So, get out of my sight!”

“Listen, I got no time for this shit,” you gasp. Captain America, the golden boy scolding you for your fecal language just cursed. “Let me inside or I’ll break through the door, doll.”

“Fuck’s sake,” you unlock the door. “Can you all not leave me alone?” You open the door but press the shotgun to Steve’s chest. “No tricks, Captain. I won’t join your little club and there will be no support from my side.”

You step aside, hoping Stark and Ross won’t believe you support Steve and his little group.

“Can I come in now?” you still recognize his voice, and piercing blue eyes but the bearded Captain America stepping inside your cabin seems so different from the man you used to know.

“Sure,” you huff. “Make yourself home and ruin my life even more. Why don’t cha?”

“It was your insubordination ruining your career, not me,” he snaps back. He looks tired, worn out, and just done with this world.

“What happened to your suit? Don’t you wear stars and stripes anymore, Cappy?”

He huffs. “It’s still the same suit, just a little more worn-out…”

You look Steve up and down as he paces back and forth. “If you say so. So, what brings you here? How did you even find me?”

“I had to hide and didn’t find a better place,” he shrugs. “I remembered the cabin you mentioned, and came here, believing no one will be out here. I was wrong…obviously.”

“I never told a single soul about my grandfather’s cabin. No one,” you step closer to Steve to size him up. “How the fuck did you find it?”

“You told me about it.”

“Like hell,” snapping your fingers for your dog you keep a close eye on Steve. “You owe me an explanation. If you do not answer my questions, you can go back out there. The approaching snowstorm will freeze your ass off, but I couldn’t care less.”

Steve squares his jaw. He didn’t come out here and made his way through the snow to answer your questions.

“Tony checked your background. Thoroughly. Your grandfather bought the property forty years ago.”

“That asshole checked my grandfather’s background too?” you sneer. “Typical. Stark likes to stick his nose into other people’s business. No wonder the Avengers broke up.”

“We did not break up,” Steve rolls his eyes. “We-I fucked up. I should’ve told Tony about his parents and what Bucky did.”

“Aw, do you want to make up with Stark now?” you smirk. “Do you want me to call him? Maybe you want to all come here and ruin my Christmas just for fun.”

“You love this, don’t you? Y/N Y/L/N always was all bark and no bite,” he sasses back, returning your smirk. “I came here to hide from the world once again. We’ve got no time for chit-chat, doll.”

“I’m not your doll, Cappy,” you wave him off. “You better tell me what you want. I want you on your way and for you to leave me alone.”

“You want me to go back out there,” he points at the window. Snow is mercilessly falling. You’ll be snowed-in in no time. “I won’t make it out alive out of these woods.”

“Not my problem.”

You sit down on your sofa and snuggle into your blanket. “Fine. I got separated from the others. Bucky is safe, but the others are still out there, fighting to not get caught by Ross.”

This time you roll your eyes. “Do you even know why Tony wanted me on the team?” you dip your head as Steve dares to sit on the armchair opposite your couch. “Do you?”

“He never told me,” Steve closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. “Can we get this over with? I’m so tired.”

“I’m a breathing polygraph, Cappy. That’s why I knew the Accords were bullshit and that your friend didn’t kill that guy,” you shrug as Steve gasps audibly.

“What? I-you knew?” he splutters. “Why didn’t you say a thing?”

“I could’ve told him about it. But you,” you chuckle now, “made it impossible for me to get even close to Stark.”

“No. How could you not stop us?”

“Aw, you should see your sad face, Cappy,” you coo. “I called, though. I left messages. I sent emails. I even tried to break into the Avenger’s tower to talk to Stark. I didn’t even get close to him.”

“You knew all this time…”

You nod.

“I couldn’t do a thing. I knew the accords and Bucky would fracture the team. Stark didn’t answer my calls, and neither did you. While you and Tony fought at the airport, I tried to reach you one last time. The last thing I heard was that you are on the run and Tony brought a broken shield home.”

“If you know all of this,” he whispers lowly. “You know why I came here too…”

“No. I don’t,” you retort. “I cannot read your mind, Steve. All I’m capable of is telling you if anyone lies. That’s all.”

“You see, the world is close to its extinction once again. We will get attacked by a power beyond your imagination,” you watch Steve closely. “I need your help.”

“I can’t,” you switch the TV on and try to ignore Steve’s presence. “If you came here to ask me to join your team, you are mistaken. I won’t lift a finger for you, or Team Iron Man. Leave me out of this shit.”

“This is not about the Avengers or me,” Steve gets back up from the armchair. “It’s of importance that you come with me. Dr. Strange said it’s the only way to save Natasha, Tony and someone called Gamora...”

“He said the same thing to me a few weeks ago,” you laugh. “He lied, Cappy. He only tries to get the band back together.”

“Why would he lie?”

“He’s just done cleaning up your and Stark’s shit. Get your shit together, call Stark and make up.”

Steve chuckles at your attitude. “If you let me stay here until the snowstorm ends, I’ll call Tony.”

“Lie.”

“I’ll try calling him.”

“Another lie.”

“Fine. What do you want me to do? He won’t even take my call!”

“He’s waiting for you to make the first step. Give him that and he’ll be putty in your hands,” you grin. “Now let me watch my favorite movie and you can sit over there and look pretty…”

>> Part 2

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#avengersbingo #steve rogers #nomad steve rogers #Nomad!Steve x Reader #nomad!steve #Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #Christmas on the run #lulu's winter bingo #lulu's xmas bingo

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alphaflyer · 1 month

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Tag Games

Thanks for the tag, @spectralarchers - I needed the procrastination... :P

Are you named after anyone? Nope. My mom thought she'd give me an easy-to-pronounce name. Then, I moved continents... Now I have a German pronounciation, a French one, and multiple bizarre English ones (don't mention the spelling...)

When was the last you cried? Monday night, briefly.

Do you have kids? yes, one. The best one, in fact!

What sports do you play/have you played? cycling and fencing, with brief stints in judo and basketball (see "height" below)

Do you use sarcasm? Who, me? Ha. Never!!!!!

What is the first thing you notice about people? Eyes and smiles. Roots out the creeps and fakes really fast...

What is your eye color? hazel

Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings. Life is scary enough!

Any talents? situational/contextual analysis, reading people and seeing through agendas. Also, cooking.

Where were you born? in a different country and on a different continent than where I live now (I have lived and worked in a total of six, so am a bit of a global nomad).

What are your hobbies? reading about politics and global affairs, writing fanfic, gardening, cooking

Do you have any pets? yes - a most adorable kitty cat.

How tall are you? 158 cms (total failure as an aspiring basketball player)

Favorite subject at school? good lord, that is soooo long ago... Does recess count? Actually, maybe religious studies. Because I declared myself an atheist in Grade 10 and was allowed to skip that class, so my best friend and I would go for coffee. In university, it was "Conflict of Laws" and "United Nations Law".

Dream job? To get paid for commenting on things in actually know stuff about.

Tagging @chaed-ffnet @poppypickle @paperairplanesopenwindows @athena4lynn @aurorashard @iriel3000

#meme!#memes

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i-bring-crack · 11 months

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Ayo avatar Au

Fire Bender Choi Jong-In, Water Bender Baek Yoon-Ho, Air Bender Cha Hae-In, Earth bender Ma DongWook.

Jin-Woo gets avatar pointsfor being MC, although if he wasn't the chosen one then being an air bender would work for him too.

(Omg AU idea ofhim being the avatar but never being trained as one until one day he gets to find this dancing girl, he is so impressed by her moves that he copies them and its at that point when he learns about his air bending abilities, and also about the dancing girl being the last one of the air nomad tribes to have survived the fallout. She had been sheltered by a Fire bender family, Jong-In who hated his own nation but they both stayed quiet about it as he planned to throw a coup. When he gets news of the avatar, he send Hae-In away with him so that the both of them can be safe and that they can come back stronger than before to finally end the reign of the Lord Antares.

Baek Yoon Ho agrees to help them due to having been safed by Il Hwang in the past and now wants to repay that with his son. Min Byung-Gyu is also a water bender that knows more healing than attacking.

I think Jin-Ho and Jin-Chul would be the most likely to not have bending abilities, yet they would repay with other kinds of skills like engineering or being skilled at some sort of martial arts.

Heck Goto might be a retired swordsman.

Ju-Hee, Song Yi, and Sooyoung are kyoshi warriors.

kjtdhhjffj Tank is Appa, Hae-In probbly gets a wing lemur that she names Kaisel!

#solo leveling #solo leveling manwha #sung jin woo #cha hae in #baek yoon ho #choi jong in #lee juhee #yoo jinho #woo jin chul #goto ryuji #ma dongwook #han songyi

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Up In The Air Chapter 6

Kristanna Modern AU

Rated T

WC 2815

Summary: Tired of her nomad lifestyle, traveling nurse Anna Arendelle on a whim picks Pensacola Florida as her new town to try find a sense of home. Meanwhile, Navy Pilot Kristoff Bjorgman has accepted a dream position at the Naval station in the same town. After a chance encounter goes south, the two of them find their lives entwined, with neither of them all that happy about it!

Also Available on AO3

Previous Chapter

“Oh, it’s you.”

Anna rolled her eyes at the sound of Kristoff’s voice as he entered the elevator. She looked down ruefully at her cup of coffee she just had to get from the basement cafeteria and now she was stuck with him. Glancing over once the doors closed, she saw how Kristoff was now standing there stoically, not a stitch out of place with his eyes fixed straight ahead at the door.

She glared at him. “Didn’t know that was a proper address in the military. Seems a little disrespectful if you ask me.”

“I didn’t ask,” Kristoff responded unemotionally. “And where I’m from Nurse Arendelle, respect is earned.”

Anna let out a sharp laugh. “That is so rich coming from you.”

Kristoff turned then tilted his head to look at Anna, his eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I don’t I have any respect to earn from a liar.” Anna copied what Kristoff had done, turning to face the door and refusing to look at him.

“…what?”

The elevator stopped and opened. Anna lifted her head up as she took a step out. She almost didn’t believe she had the nerve to say that to him. It was out of her mouth before she even processed what she was saying. As soon as she was out, she took off to avoid any additional conversation with Kristoff.

“Hey.”

Anna picked up the pace, hoping Kristoff would take the hint. He was going to drive her insane working on this committee with her. She had already quit three times. At least Anna did in front of Sue and Camilla and each time they pushed her out of the maternity ward with Sue threatening to march her up to her meeting and stand on guard outside the room herself if it ensured Anna couldn’t leave.

It was just that he was so infuriating; sitting there at the meetings quietly until she spoke. It felt like every time Anna had an idea, Kristoff was there to challenge her or offer a counter idea. Anna called it his internal switch turning on to annoy her. It didn’t help that the rest of the committee didn’t seem to notice. They were all smitten with the fly boy. It certainly wasn’t for his charm, but all because he could fly a big hunk of metal. Why would anyone care about that?

The only silver lining was Anna loved what the committee was doing. The hospital had a large children’s wing that was being expanded over the next few years. With the added space, the group Anna was assigned to was exploring new ideas to lift the spirits of the children who were there and help with some planning of rooms and a common area in the extension. Unfortunately, Kristoff was part of that group as well as the hospital sponsorship team at the NAS base. No matter where she turned, Anna couldn’t get away from him.

“Hey,” Kristoff said again, catching up to Anna. She was walking as fast down the hall as she could without trying to attract any attention and he didn’t even seem to be putting any effort into his gate.

She glowered up at him suspiciously. “What do you want Captain America?”

“Captain what? …Oh, would you stop?” Now it was Kristoff’s turn to roll his eyes. “Why did you call me a liar?”

“Because you are.”

“No, I’m serious. Why do you think that?” Kristoff’s tone was surprisingly serious.

“As if you don’t know.” Anna shook her head. “I’m from the area. It’s my uncle’s bar,” she said with a mocking tone. “I swear you Navy jerks are all the same.”

“That’s-“

“And while we’re at it,” Anna cut him off. She stopped in her tracks, turning to face Kristoff directly and pointing her finger at him. “Stop challenging me every chance you get in the meetings. It’s getting old.”

Kristoff stopped and met her stance, crossing his arms with a smug look on his face. “You do the same thing.”

“Do not!”

“Whatever you say firecracker.”

“Don’t call me that.”

He rolled his eyes again. “Fine, nurse Arendelle.” His voice was dripping with condensation.

“Ugh, don’t call me that either. You know I hate that.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Would you stop!”

Kristoff let out a loud sigh. “Anyway, are you done?’

“Excuse me?”

Kristoff started walking again towards the conference room. Anna felt compelled to keep up with him. He glanced down at her. “Are you done or do you have any more to say? If you’re going to insult me, you might as well get it all out.”

“I wasn’t insulting you. I was describing you.”

Kristoff reacted with a slight upturn in his lips as he reached for the door and held it open for Anna. Then he looked directly at her as she walked by and she found herself unable to look away. He leaned forward and quietly spoke so only she could hear him. “Call me what you want, I don’t care. But I didn’t lie to you.”

He walked away and sat at the opposite side of the conference table, not saying another word to her the entire meeting.

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Several weeks went by without any more direct conversations with Kristoff. Anna tried not to think too much about what Kristoff had said, but she’d only be lying to herself if she didn’t admit she wasn’t at least a little curious about what he meant when he said he didn’t lie to her. Not that Anna was going to give him the satisfaction of asking. She could imagine the satisfied look on his face if she asked him to clarify what he said. She hoped it was eating at Kristoff that she hadn’t brought it up. That thought alone was enough to keep her from asking.

They eventually fell back into their back and forth at the meetings, throwing barbs whenever the chance arose. It was as if Anna couldn’t help herself. Although she was always aware to cut anything off before it got too heated. Kristoff seemed to have the same understanding, the only comment ever coming from the group was the head of the committee calling it a lively discussion.

She couldn’t fault him for much else. All through the spring and into the summer, Kristoff was nothing but professional with everything. Annoyingly so. Although Anna did suspect he once messed with an appointment time he scheduled with their sub group making her suspiciously 30 minutes later to the meeting than the rest of the team. She swore she saw a hint of a smirk when he thanked her for deciding to join the group as she walked in.

In July, Anna turned down an invitation to sit in the VIP area for the Blue Angels air show at Pensacola Beach. The thought of sitting there with everyone oohing and awing over Kristoff almost turned her stomach. “Suit yourself,” was all he said when she turned down the ticket and moved on to the next committee person.

She didn’t realize how big of a deal it was until the morning of the show. She couldn’t get anywhere around. It felt like the entire city was shut down. Anna saw videos of people at the beach, faces dotting every square inch of sand all looking like they were having an amazing time at what was described as the biggest party of the year. She realized she could have been right down there in the middle of all the fun. In the end, Anna broke down and watched some of the higher jet formations that were visible from her backyard. She wondered which one Kristoff was in and how much of a thrill it must be to be in the jets.

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Anna got to the outdoor tent fifteen minutes late, not expecting the crowds she’d have to navigate around. The fall afternoon sun felt good on her face after spending the entire day in the hospital.

“Sorry I’m late!” Anna exclaimed as she rushed inside the booth. “I didn’t realize it would be so packed!”

“Not a problem,” her co-worker said, giving her an understanding smile. “The crowds here today are crazy.”

It was amazing how many people the Blue Angels brought in. People came from other states to see the Homecoming show. It was the last show of the season and the Naval base opened its doors for two days of shows followed by concerts and food the evening of the second night. As part of their community outreach, the hospital had an outdoor booth along with other local vendors.

They went through everything at the booth including all the handouts and giveaways as Anna took over her time to staff the tent. She was looking forward to getting to talk to people about the hospital and its resources for the community.

An hour later, Kristoff sauntered up to the tent.

“Everything going OK?" he asked as he walked up.

“All great,” Anna responded flatly. “A little warning on the crowds would have been nice. I was fifteen minutes late!”

“I know,” Kristoff said with a grin. “I came over earlier and saw you weren’t here. I tried to tell you at our last meeting. But if I remember correctly, you cut me off and said you didn’t need anything from me. How’d that work out for you?”

All Anna could see was her reflection from the aviators Kristoff was wearing. She had a sudden urge to knock them off his smug face so she could look him square in the eyes and tell him how she really felt about him. Instead, she looked down at the table. “I may not have completely thought that one out.”

As if on cue, Kristoff pulled the aviators off. Anna glanced up and was instantly taken back to the bar almost a year before, lost in those eyes that for a time had carried so much kindness that night. She had to take a moment to compose herself and remind herself how much of a pain in the ass he’d been over the year. Anna started to give him the rundown of all the traffic they had and how the tent was working great. Kristoff nodded along then offered to bring her some food, which she declined.

“One more thing,” Kristoff said before he went to leave. “When you go home tonight, take the exit in the back right corner of the parking lot. No one uses it and it will get you out to the main road with no waiting. You’ll avoid all the traffic.”

Anna gave Kristoff a suspicious smile. “Why Captain America, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were actually being nice to me.”

Kristoff slowly lifted his aviators, putting them back on and setting his face. “Don’t worry. I was just acting.”

“Like a child?” Anna put her hands on her hips narrowing her eyes at Kristoff.

That mischievous grin was back. Kristoff took a step back. “Bye firecracker. Don’t get into too much trouble tonight. Don’t want you to lose your key fob again.”

“Definitely like a child,” Anna said under her breath as she watched Kristoff walk away.

Anna was busy the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. It was getting time to wrap up and Anna could not wait to walk around for a bit. She had her sights set on some of the food trucks and she was definitely leaving with one of those giant bags of kettle corn that were bigger than her.

“Um, excuse me?”

Anna looked up and saw a brunette woman, near her age standing with a hospital pamphlet in her hand. She was smiling but looked somewhat apprehensive.

“Yes, is there something I could assist you with?” Anna smiled over at the women.

“Yes, I hope? My husband and I transferred here recently, and I was looking for a doctor. I saw the booth and thought maybe you could help.” She went on to describe to Anna what she was looking for.

“Say no more,” Anna responded. “I don’t have anything here on the practice, but Dr. Intilli is the best in the area.” Anna wrote down the information and handed it over to the woman.

“You really recommend this doctor?”

Anna could sense the woman’s nervousness. “Absolutely. I can vouch for him personally. I work there part time. Everyone at the practice is amazing.”

The woman smiled and Anna could see the relief on her face. “Thank you. I don’t know a lot of people yet and I wasn’t comfortable asking anyone and… well, just thank you.”

“Of course! I’m glad I could help.”

“Ok, then. Maybe I’ll see you there.” The woman smiled more confidently and began to walk away. “Thanks again.”

“Any time.”

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Kristoff stood at attention, his eyes set forward into a fixed stare at the hanger wall slightly above the group of people around him. It was hard to believe it was already year since he had gone through this ceremony for the first time. The homecoming show marked the team’s last show of the year and the official transition over to the new team for the next year’s season.

His thoughts drifted back to the previous year and the time leading up to the last show. Kristoff had moved down to Pensacola months before the Homecoming show. The whole time was a whirlwind, learning as much as he could about the team and sticking to the pilot he was taking over for like glue. But he wasn’t officially a team member until the evening after the show. That night was the first time he wore the official Blue Angels flight suit as the solo pilot for jet number 6.

They were here again in a private ceremony only for the crew to transition the team. Once the team for the new year was finalized, Boss Kesselring had informed Kristoff he would be taking over as the lead solo, moving to jet 5. It was a position that garnered him two more years with the Blue Angels instead of one and an honor he never expected. Flying as part of the solos instead of the four other planes that flew in the tight formations was already a dream. Getting to lead the solos for the next two years was beyond anything he could have imagined.

It was bittersweet seeing the crew that was leaving now in their tan uniforms as they were recognized for the last time. Then he watched as other crew members, from maintenance to medical to announcers were called and stepped into their roles for the next year. When it was the jet’s turn, Kristoff walked up to Boss Kesselring when called, instep with the other returning pilots. They then turned to accept the incoming pilots, donned in the blue flight suits for the first time.

It was cheers and hugs after that, and the new team took their first picture together in front of one of the jets in the hanger.

The group was hanging out and starting to disperse when Kristoff heard a familiar voice.

“Suits looking good, right?” Sven was walking up, pointing at himself with a big grin on his face.

“Don’t get cocky,” Kristoff said, feigning seriousness.

“Just enjoying the moment. You could have given me a heads up about this, you know. I was scared shitless when we got called here tonight.”

“Nope. You get to experience the same level of fear as everyone else.”

They embraced, patting each other on the back. “Congrats man,” Kristoff said. “You ready for all this?”

Sven shook his head still in disbelief. “It still doesn’t feel real. But tonight… this is beyond amazing. The jet has my name on it. My name! How’d they even get that done so quick?”

“You’ll be amazed how quickly things get done around here. Now for the important question. Are you ready to take orders from me for the next two years? The Solos are intense.”

Sven waived his hand. “I’ve been taking orders from you since the Academy. This is nothing.”

They started walking towards the locker room to get changed. Sven swung his arm around Kristoff’s shoulder. “We’re finally getting to fly together! After all these years…” Sven trailed off, taking in a deep breath.

Sven didn’t need to say anything. Kristoff felt all the same emotions. “I know bud. I know.”

It was all Sven needed, a huge smile beaming at Kristoff again. “Let’s get changed and go find Nicki. We’ve got something we want to tell you.”

“Or you could tell me now so we can leave.”

“What the fun in that? And did you not hear the WE in that sentence? Come on, she’s over by the bands.”

“Fine,” Kristoff relented. “But it better be good.”

"It's better than good, buddy."

#up in the air #Edin what did you write #kristanna #frozen #anna #kristoff #frozen 2 #Up in the air chapter 6 #sooo much time skipping in the chapter #but it was needed

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Scratch

“I don’t make it a habit to talk about my clients’ business. I am known for my strict adherence to confidentiality. If you would like to be part of the fun, I’ll need your signature.”

Stats: tiefling lore bard lvl 8 ████████ ████ ████████ ███ █ AC: 11, HP: 33, Init: +2 Str: 9 (-1), Dex: 13 (+1), Con: 10 (0), Int: 16 (+3), Wis: 16 (+3), Cha: 20 (+5)

Story: Scratch is a sakah (”touched one”) born to a Carrion Tribe in the Demon Wastes. He left the barbaric, nomadic life of the tribe for scholarly study in the mythic city, Ashtakala. He fell in love with another tiefling there, and they married. She ran away to Sharn after theft allegations. Scratch followed her, and spent the next year looking for her in the big city, busking for spare change, living in the lower wards, and joining the private bard collective, The Circle of Song. When he found his wife a minor celebrity and married to a Phiarlan man, he took her to court. The divorce proceedings caught the attention of the Baroness of Phiarlan. When the striking underdog won the case, the Baroness took notice and hired them to her staff. A grain of sand from Ashtakala lingers in Scratch, giving them a bit of soul magic, able to bind people to secrecy with their name and consent. After some years working for the Baroness, he was recommended around the high status of Breland. They have worked contract law with Sivis, patent law with Cannith, and trade contracts with Orien. They are the personal legal council of Alden d’Orien, though their loyalty still lies with the Baroness. They remain on retainer for her as council and a confidant. They are now affectionately (or rather derogatorily) referred to as “the devil lawyer of Sharn.”

When Alden’s son gets kidnapped by the Daask and the party gets involved to help, Scratch gets roped in to the shenanigans. As things escalate and the Patron (a mysterious entity) becomes a through-line, the Baroness asks him to investigate further. As Scratch learns more, they fall in too deep and the Patron makes themself known to him. Now, he has formed a new sort of contract.

“You are just a gnat crawling closer to the center of the spider’s web. Struggle, little gnat. You’ll only become more entangled.” -The Patron

Song for vibes

#EEEE #dnd #dnd PCs #dungeons and dragons #Scratch #Scratch that #bard #lore bard #eberron #evil campaign #tiefling

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woozyintyria · 2 years

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1 for cha cha, 4 for tigra (I know the answer but i luv hearing about them), and 7 for moi?

Ahh thank you for asking! You picked some fun ones!

For Cha Cha: Write a basic lowdown of your OC. What's their deal?

Oh man. What isn't Cha Cha's deal? Cha Cha was originally an Apex from Starbound that I ported over to GW2. (as a nod to this, he has a little gorilla totem necklace he always wears.) The original train of thought was just the very hilarious juxtaposition of a very, very serious man with a very, very silly name. Expanding on that, he's an ex-vigil warmaster who blames himself for the death of his squad, and is hell-bent on finding his father to get revenge for the rest of their family. Also he despises necromancers! Which is why it's always fun to write him interacting with them.

For Tigra: Do they have a family or people they view as family?

Tigra has LOTS of family friends! Her immediate family as of late are her girlfriend Veloxia, her boss, and her boss's kids. She has a bio dad, though their relationship is mostly non-existent. They're cordial, but neither really know how to talk to the other. Her first family from when she "woke up" is going to be Rowef, her sylvari mentor and rescuer in the jungle, Ailotta the sylvari mesmer friend of Rowef's, and Svadi, the son of svanir clone of Ailotta. She was also very close with many of the Nuhoch in Teku Nuhoch, though I haven't named any in her backstory. She still goes back and visits the Nuhoch as much as she can!

For Moiamyian: Do they have a favorite mount?

Moi really likes skimmers! he really likes all sorts of fishy things, honestly. He also used to be deathly afraid of raptors, which was hilarious when his friend got a baby raptor and he basically crawled on top of a table to get away from it.

#my chars #cha cha the nomad #tigra luckhorn #moiamyian #asks #thanks for these!#also thanks to this I've gone diving through old screenshots and I think I need to compile moi-isms now

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theladyregret · 2 months

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Two pieces of art for a character I had planned on using in a OotA game. One for his human sona and one with his elf ears uncovered. Sadly the play style for the group wound up being too constant for my busy work schedule so I was forced to drop out. I'm still sad about it because I would have loved to see how the character would have played out.

A Wood Elven Peace Cleric of Eilistraee named Ivelian...he started the game simply known as Evee, a rather unassuming human teenager who was very bad at slave labor lol.

Stats:

Str: 13 Dex: 5 Con: 15 Int: 14 Wis: 18 Cha: 11

Born to a clan of nomadic and xenophobic wood elves, Ivelian suffered abuse and neglect at the hands of his kin as the result of a condition that negatively affected his balance and spacial awareness. He fled as a child and was found in the wilds by a group of Eilistraean Drow who adopted the young elf and raised him as one of their own.

#dungeons and dragons #out of the abyss #dnd character #dnd art #art #disabled characters

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my muses ; this is temporary until i figure out how to make things mobile friendly !

FEMALES : poppy : age unknown, pixie, currently captive by a vampire - madelaine petsch. kiana murphy : 22, college student, waitress - samantha logan. kimberly vaughn : 24, 1990's - young!julia roberts. olivia harrington: 22, college student - grace van dien. robyn bailey : 29, model & influencer - laura harrier. sidney prescott : 17-22, scream 1-3 - neve campbell. samantha palmer : 18-23, hs student/college student - katherine langford. marianne parker : 55, ranger wife - diane lane. katherine foster : 42, conwoman - anne hathaway. andrea "annie" bennett : 41, inn owner & keeper, starting over - bethany joy lenz. mercedes hart: 27, influencer & industry plant, upcoming musical artist - ryan destiny. bristol harper : 35, online jewelry store owner, mother to two - hilary duff. evangelina constance : 48, owner of a cult - carla gugino. allison barnes : 38, former nurse now surviving the apocalypse - lauren cohen. lacey thomas : 18-20, college student - nicole wallace. seline castillo : 33, owner of flattop bar & grill, more info upon request - vanessa hudgens. cassandra foxx : better known in her world as ALASKA, 30, sugar baby/escort, more info upon request - vanessa hudgens. marzia vadala : 34, italian, jewelry store owner - phoebe tonkin. gianna ortiz : 34, spanish, receptionist for a corportation - ana de armas. mariana ruiz : 19-22, spanish, hs or college student - alexa demie. holland st. clair : 25, model trying to get her debut, trans-female - hunter schafer. angeline swanson : 23, pornstar - sabrina carpenter. first last : 40, prosecutor - kerry washington.

MALES : marshall "the judge" owens : 49, apocalyptic cult member - andrew lincoln. jude mitchell : 34, lives in an apartment in nyc, struggling artist - andrew garfield. david bascom : 26, 1950's, closeted homosexual - harry styles. casey theriot : 27, nomad. - tom holland. pak dae-hyun : 23, idol struggling with fame - junkook. patrick galloway : 29, blackballed actor starting over - nicholas galitzine. choi minho, 25, establishing actor, mostly indie films waiting for his break - kim jiwoong ( aki. ) hak su-jin : 31, book store / cafe manager in seoul - woo do-hwan. kai kahinu : 19, younger brother to zane, new zealand native, maori - matthew sato. wihan chen : 24, indie musician - first kanaphan puitrakul. ( tashi. ) felix maynard : 30, owner of tart & thyme restaurant, chef - will poulter. caskey dallas : 18-23, outcast, more info upon request - cole sprouse. robin sallow : 28, manager of off beat records, more info upon request - thomas doherty. jesse dylan : 18-30 ( 1985 - 1997 ), teen/convict, more info upon request - dacre montgomery. dean maddox : 22, college student, more info upon request - hero fiennes tiffin. simon parker : 29, lead singer & guitar player of killin' time, more info upon request - joe keery. maverick reed : 26, fisherman's son - rudy pankow. hwan van : 26, mechanic - cha eun-woo choi daehyun : 20, idol, au!fae - felix lee. trevor elliot : 24, college, indie musician, au!fame - felix mallard. kim hanuel : 26, ceo- yeo jin-goo. andrew baker : 19, homeless. - brandon flynn. casper cromwell : forever 20, ghostboy haunting a house. - louis patridge.

THEYS : zane kahinu, 22, older sibling to kai, new zealand native, maori - zoe terakes.

#prettymvgic #my muses #* & ooc : cici rambles

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hc(ish) // character vs game dynamics

The barbarian class in dnd is?? I always feel so confused by it since I have it as Birvor's main class. Mainly because as soon as you load in and the default character is barbarian wearing nomadic looking barbarian furs (like up the Skyrim wilds feel) it gives off the impression that barbarian as a class is actually more like a way of life? Like if you pick it, then your character has to be this wild character living out in the wildness- either in some tribe or maybe they're just a hermit, or a widower that's no longer dealing with society and just kind of lives off the land like a wild animal. (Granted, we have Karlach as a differing sort of barbarian, though her sub class is berserker so it's not quite the same as the 'wild heart' standard variant of the barbarian.)

As far as Birvor goes, I felt compelled to add this in to his backstory in the form of him being born into a nomadic tribe of humans that fit that standard 'barbarian' feel to them, but ever since I got the idea for the character, I always thought of him wearing the fighter-class gear since that's what sort of armor and weapons he'd have been brought up in house Cragdew learning to use. He'd also have a much more polished fighter look (since elves and their fancy equipment) than what the barbarian class offers (at least starting out). So I was very inclined to just have the 'fighter' class for him, with the overall issue being that he needs to rage. Barbarian rages I'm sure have all sorts of different ways to explain what they are and why they happen, and in Birvor's case- he did not have that ability until he was 'seen' by Gruumsh after the orcs that attacked him and the others spilled elf blood. That's of course me going off my own personal spin of rages can happen to orcs/half-orcs in that way regardless of their class.

In which case, having him as a fighter class and still being able to rage thanks to the intervention of Gruumsh makes most sense to me RP wise. Of course in game, I can't do that so- he has his barbarian class on. And another issue would be that his rage with the elk heart angle allows him to stampede/knock things over, which I consider a very canon manner for Birvor's typical fighting style. All in all, I find it a bit strange to refer to him as a 'barbarian' class since even though he was born into a tribe, he was raised within the 'noble' confines of a background, and would have learned the fighting tactics of a fighter class. The only exception to this being that because of his over exerting strength, him using certain 'swordplay' moves would look more barbarous, and he has absolutely bent cheap swords before with how he uses them to basically beat the hell into something.

Bard being attached to him as multi-class is also something odd to me since I can't just refer to him as 'the bard' in passing role-play even though he has the sub class. This is because he's not the standard bard class in that he can't write or compose his own music/tales, he just knows the ones from his education/upbringing because he might have low int/wis, but higher cha and the ability to parrot stuff back as opposed to learn it himself. So yes, he can play 'the power' like any other bard, but it's less of a place of he could hear someone playing it and follow along, but more of a - he's learned it before and had to do it over and over again to make sure he gets the music lesson correct or get whapped over the knuckles with a flute and told to try again. If anything, the most canon part of the bard class for him is not the music, but the fact that he can carry an extra 'weapon' (aka use the lute/whatever instrument he finds as an extra thing to SWING at someone if he drops his main weapon), and of course cutting words/vicious mockery which he would be petty enough to use while badly strumming a lute to make his intended target more annoyed (like a bull fighter waving a red tarp essentially) and eager to target him over his teammates.

#//don't mind me just havin' a brain worm #long post #hc ; // roll history check #//no but the class thing confuses me in terms of rp...but game mechanics-

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Pathfinder 1E Conversion: Kangarai

Here you go, everyone! This is my first official attempt at creating a creature for the 1st edition of Pathfinder, a game I'm still pretty obsessed with. It's been a long time ever since I wanted to start writing conversions, but for some reason I never really got around to it.

You can thank the excellent blogs The Creature Chronicle and Creature Codex for setting a great example and giving me the inspiration to start this project. Of course, since I'm rather inexperienced with these, I would like to ask readers to tell me what they think, where I can do better, what errors I might have committed, and so on. A bit of constructive criticism, so that I can always do better. ^^

And we start off with a simple creature. This one comes from the Hacklopedia of Beasts Volume IV, for the Hackmaster roleplaying game. The kangarai scratches a lot of my itches when it comes to depicting an original humanoid race, so I decided it would have been my first attempt at a conversion.

Also, if anyone could tell me who the artist for this picture was, I'd be really grateful.

Enjoy!

KANGARAI

This creature looks like a well-built humanoid with an elongated mouse-like face and powerful clawed legs. It is covered in short grey fur and sports an odd leathery pouch on its abdomen. Its clothes and markings speak of a nomadic lifestyle.

KANGARAI CR 1 XP 400 CG Medium Humanoid Initiative +2; Senses low-light vision, Perception +5

DEFENSE AC 15 (+2 armor, +2 Dex, +1 natural) hp 11 (2d8+2) Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +1

OFFENSE Speed 40 ft. Melee spear +2 (1d8+1 / x3) or slam +2 (1d4+1) Ranged sling +3 (1d4+1) Special Attacks hop attack

STATISTICS Str 12, Dex 14, Con 13, Int 10, Wis 13, Cha 8 Base Atk +1; CMB +2; CMD 14 Feats Alertness Skills Acrobatics +10 (+14 jumping), Perception +5, Sense Motive +3, Survival +5; Racial Modifiers +4 Acrobatics (+8 jumping) Languages Common, Kangarai Special Qualities naturally athletic

ECOLOGY Environment temperate hills or plains Organization solitary, pair, gathering party (2-5 kangarai plus 1-3 kangaroos) or band (5-30 adults plus 50% noncombatant children, 3-12 kangaroos, 1 chief of 3rd-5th level and 1 druid/shaman of 3rd-5th level) Treasure NPC gear (leather armor, spear, sling with 20 bullets, other treasure)

SPECIAL ABILITIES Hop Attack (Ex): As part of a charge, a kangarai can leap over an opponent and strike from above. In addition to the normal benefits and hazards of a charge, a kangarai performing an hop attack gets a +2 bonus on weapon damage rolls for a successful melee attack. Naturally Athletic (Ex): A kangarai has a +4 racial bonus to Acrobatics checks. This bonus increases to +8 for Acrobatics checks involving jumping. Acrobatics is always considered a class skill for a kangarai.

Kangarai are a race of nomadic kangaroo-like humanoids. They wander great expanses of savannah and open plains, often in the presence of a herd of kangaroos. Strictly herbivores, kangarais gain most of their food by gathering and grazing. They live in small wandering tribes, composed of varying percentages of male and females.

Like the kangaroos they resemble, kangarais are marsupials - females give live birth to a joey that exits the mother's uterus in a still incomplete state and whose development continues in the mother's pouch, from which they emerge as fully formed young. Female kangarai exhibit a capacity for embryonic diapause, the capacity of halting an embryo's development in times of drought and areas with poor food sources.

Kangarai tend to be distrusting of other humanoid races, and give a wide berth to permanent settlements as a result. The exception to this tend to be halflings, and kangarais often have amicable, or at least cordial, relationships with nomadic halfling tribes in their same territory. They are also known to have rescued lone wanderers who were injured or weakened, and nursed them back to health, guiding them back to civilization in exchange for keeping their existence a secret. Evil gnoll tribes prize kangarais as both slaves and food, so relationships between the two races are almost invariably hostile. Kangarais have a natural life expectancy of about 50 years, but the rigors of their lifestyle claim most of them before they reach their 30th birthday.

Kangarais that progress in class levels usually do so as rangers or rogues, enhancing their natural scouting and stealth abilities. Fighters, barbarians and slayers are rather common as well. Kangarais tend not to gravitate towards specific deities, instead worshipping the abstract forces of nature, and clerics are therefore uncommon amongst their kind compared to druids or shamans.

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