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heybiji · 9 months
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My dungeons and dragons bard's backstory involves her having had a meltdown on stage in front of an audience of aristocrats. See, she thought she heard people laughing and whispering in the crowd—turns out it was one of those ghosts she's been ignoring for years. The sheer embarrassment was enough for her to skip town for a while.
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frostburne · 4 days
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my version of Lickety-Split, the adopted daughter of Apple Bloom
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thecouncil-official · 6 months
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least favorite councillor lets go
(if y’all don’t see me soon check under the matchmaking office and ask for minerva)
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kitblueburdart · 3 months
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i wanna draw a handful of sketchies w my characters and their partners leading up to valentine's day. today is a very quick Clarette and Rolan
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I couldn't put Kenric :(
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camelspit · 3 months
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ive been curious about this for a bit now, since it seems like a lot of people have had one at some point lmao
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mrdraws · 9 months
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POTO inspired ttrpg scrunklies... ROUND TWO!!!
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councilors veila and terik were eliminated
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They are silly
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heybiji · 12 days
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painted for the cheap seats
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purplesoup-lad-le · 2 years
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favourite councilor hearing ALL the gossip
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antisocialdork · 1 year
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Here it is, fellow KOTLC fans!! Our disastrous Council playing Monopoly. Hope you guys enjoy!
(And if you do, I may plan a sequel? Remember those Nerf guns mentioned at the end?)
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It was Oralie’s idea to begin a game night for the Council. There was reluctance at first, but eventually she managed to convince the entire body of twelve to meet in the lounge.
She had known it would be a disaster at the least; what she had not expected was the full-out war that was currently occurring.
Oralie sighed and pinched her nose. “Terik, you landed on Bronte’s property. Give him his money.”
Terik shook his head, giving Bronte a playful nudge. “Nope, he’s in jail. I’m not giving money to a criminal.”
“You have to,” Ramira chided him.
“He wouldn’t have to if Emery would bail me out,” Bronte announced, giving the spokesperson a sharp look.
“Look,” Emery tried to reason, “I would bail you out, but I’m going bankrupt from Zarina’s property.”
Zarina smirked, one hand idly playing playing with her long braid.
Bronte waved Emery off. “Believe what you want to believe. And it’s been your turn for ages— why don’t you pick up the dice and roll? Otherwise we’ll be here until I hit my six-thousandth birthday.”
Emery took his turn, resulting in losing nearly all of his money to Zarina again. He blew out a breath and eyed the twenty dollars he still had left.
“This is going swell,” he muttered. He pushed his chair back from the table. “I’m going to the bathroom— no cheating while I’m gone.”
“Of course!” Oralie smiled at Emery’s retreating back as Bronte snuck a handful of cash from the bank.
On Bronte’s turn, he drew a “Get Out Of Jail Free” card— and held it up triumphantly for all to see. “Now,” he announced. “Prepare to lose.”
“You don’t even have a property yet,” Alina pointed out haughtily, her eyes flitting to the several properties she owned.
Bronte ignored her, his stormy gray eyes inspecting the board. On his first roll, he landed on the most expensive lot— that also happened to turn in the most revenue. He bought it instantly, of course.
Clarette cursed and threw her figurine at Bronte. “You absolute donkey. You knew I wanted that one.”
He smirked and shrugged, leaning his elbows on the table with his hands clasped. “Maybe I did. However, at the pace you’re moving around the board, it’s entirely possible that you wouldn’t have made it one lap around, let alone land on the lot you want to.”
Terik grinned. “Easy, tiger. No need to bring out your rapier wit.”
“He never puts it away,” Emery muttered as he returned to his seat.
Two hours later, at 1 AM in the morning, they were still playing.
Emery had long since gone bankrupt and given up, so now he sat and watched. Alina had eventually tired of the game and left to “tidy herself up”. The other Councillors were spread out around the lounge.
Somehow, in some way Oralie couldn’t quite comprehend, Bronte had achieved a mountain of cash, which he kept stacked neatly in front of him.
Bronte was tired, Oralie could tell— his insomnia had been bothering him— but the sleepier he got, the more energetic he became, until Oralie could almost feel the energy radiating from him.
The pretty Councillor shared a look with Emery, and they both agreed: Bronte would be a holy terror to deal with the next day.
“Why don’t we quit for the night?” Oralie yawned, feeling tired herself. Ramira and Darek agreed, both stifling their own yawns.
“No way,” Bronte answered her. “Not until I win.”
“You might as well,” Emery told Oralie. “He won’t let you leave until you finish.”
At precisely 2:34 AM, Bronte won the game. There were annoyed huffs from the other Councillors (because they didn’t like it when Bronte won) but Bronte just smirked and helped Emery put the game away.
“I would have won if I was still playing,” Alina announced as she waltzed back in, tossing her caramel-colored hair.
“You couldn’t find your way out of a paper bag,” Bronte and Clarette snarked back simultaneously.
Alina put her hands on her hips. “Don’t get sassy with me.”
Emery pushed his way in before a fight could start. “Okay, okay, no need to argue. I think this is our cue that maybe we need to sleep.”
Oralie laughed. “Definitely. But really, guys,” she smiled around at the other Councillors, “That was fun. What should we play next time?”
“Aggravation,” Bronte muttered, his personality coming down from his energy high.
Terik laughed. “What a fitting title for you, Bronte. Funny how that works, huh?”
“It doesn’t have to be a board game, does it?” Bronte asked Oralie. “Suppose we do something else. I’m betting I can get something that the humans call a Nerf gun.”
“I’ll look into it.” Oralie smiled and raised her eyebrows. “Same time next week?
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Yeah
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clarettes · 11 months
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓒𝓛𝓐𝓡𝓔𝓣𝓣𝓔𝓢˒ ⠀🎠 ꕀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᥗ᥆᥆𝖽ꪉ᥆ꪒᥰ᥉ !
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bookwyrminspiration · 11 months
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me: I wonder why I felt like I needed a break from this fic it seems like it's going great
the fic: *requires me to create seven distinct personalities out of thin air*
me: ...ah
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