Damian (5 y.o): [runs to Tim with an excited smile]
Tim (13 y.o): ??? Hello little guy
Damian: [goes for a fist bump]
Tim: Ooh [bumps Damian's tiny fist] eeeeey mah' man!
Damian: [turns his fist over]
[opens it]
[a frog jumps out on Tim]
Tim: What's tha- AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
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like a cat when you won't let it outside to wreck havoc on the environment <3
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Sill can't get over this man being like, 'you stop doing drugs I will sleep you' and Top said 'bet' and did it and Mew just thought that was like a cool green flag that's like green and cool, HE had to be BRIBED with sex TO STOP DOING DRUGS,,,, yeah ok girl you have fun with that
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i love writing theo as the loser with no game even though girls all over hogswart are down bad for him —they won’t make a move bc he looks like he eats babies for breakfast though
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Do you get together with your friends once a week to imagine best friends you made up holding and getting held in desperation and terror as one of them rapidly turns to stone, the other flooding her with his literal life force, which manifests as a visceral compulsion to survive, in the hopes that it will somehow help her resist, offering “the closest thing to a prayer he has” as he begs his warlock patron to do anything at all, telling said patron “you don’t know her, but she’s everything” and pleading for her to live while watching her literal actual light gradually extinguish as the petrification overtakes her, all the while she is using what little mobility she still has to hurl lasers at the monsters attacking their friends who are defending them so he can focus his energy on saving her. Or are you normal
@justabitscrewy used every single one of her turns in a session-long combat to hold Phaela and RP her guts out and like. My word. I have to lay down. Let them hug. They’re goin thru it
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Image 1: a roughly sketched digital drawing of two D&D characters. Izen, a drider, is shown in his form of dread, a defensive state designed to frighten off attackers. In this form his face is bare skull, with four pairs of hollow eye sockets and purple mandibles on either side of his jaw. Tears run down the stark bone of his face. He is wearing the bracers that Phaela decorated for him by wrapping them in ribbon. With both hands, he holds Phaela’s face. She is a tiefling woman who looks up at him with wide eyes. Izen’s prized possession, a talisman secured by a ring of straps, is wrapped around her shoulders. Her chin is tilted up as if the stone spreading up her body is a rising tide she is trying to stay afloat in. She is petrified up to her neck with only her head and extended left arm free. Both are suffused by a starry blue glow, which is no longer present in the dull stone overtaking her. She holds starlight in her free hand that she has been trying to defend them with. Her expression is a mixture of desperation, determination, fear, and guilt.
Images 2 and 3: a roughly sketched comic. 1) Izen faces us. Phaela wraps her arms around him with her back to us, her head pressed into his chest and shoulders hunched. His hands rest on her back. 2) Izen bends down to hug Phaela properly, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head on her shoulder. His pedipalps also wrap around her for extra huggage. 3) Izen straightens and lifts Phaela up off the ground, his pedipalps forming a sort of platform that she sits on. 4) Phaela curls into Izen like a child, tail hanging limply down. One of his hands securely circles her back, the other rests on the back of her neck. He rests his head on her shoulder and one of his spider legs comes forward to hold her as well. Maximizing points of contact here. 5) Phaela wildshapes into a cat just to get super extra held. She is nestled in his arms, tucked under his chin, being gently stroked. Her face is still not visible.
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Vaemond got an armed escort and an audience with the Hand. Rhaenyra and Daemon were greeted by Caswell and then the Queen. What's the bet that Rhaenys and Baela just rocked up and picked their rooms themselves? I doubt they were received at all.
That's actually so funny to think about. We have Vaemond arriving with half the staff of Driftmark, we have Rhaenyra and Daemon arriving to a very empty courtyard and one old guy, and then we have Rhaenys and Baela, whose arrival isn't seen or noted.
Rhaenys was probably like "right, I hate this place and I hate these people, so let's enter through a back way because I simply don't have the energy to deal with that today." And good for her!
At that point, Rhaenys is pretty much a non-existent factor for either groups (they're literally just waiting for her husband to die), as she would very well know. It's better off (for both herself and Baela) to arrive silently, and stay out of sight for the time being.
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