rules and regulations
( I am far behind the times on fancy tumblr formatting so forgive my basic ass rules post, but here’s my basic ass rules post.
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[ what if I jokingly added Laurentius from FF14 as a character to this blog.
I'm not going to, I am very bad at FF14 lore, but what if. ]
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shesnipes
This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-” etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.
( from x with @anorlondoarcheryclub )
"If I was still burning myself at this point I think the old frog that taught me would emerge from his grave," Laurentius chuckles, turning the meat over in one hand, "to set me alight himself."
It's odd, discussing his pyromancy outright - he's so used to keeping it to himself that sharing the heresy feels...well, heretical in that vague, distant sense that the worst heresies often evoke.
Shouting in a quiet church. Muttering a curse amid a prayer. That sort of thing.
But Ifsahan seems polite enough about it - even pleasantly interested. Lordran will do that to you, Laurentius supposes. Once you're here, all the faith in the world won't stop you from going hollow.
Do what you can, with what you have, then.
"Is it a particular someone down there?" Laurentius asks. He suspects the person he's looking for is elsewhere - be a bit odd to find another pyromancer down in the watery dark, after all.
You'd have to be in real trouble, to be a drowned pyromancer.
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Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “The way things were until now”
[Text ID: “How hungry I always am. How I long to lack.”]
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I'm sick of internet negativity, so let's combat it: reblog this and saying something nice/pay a compliment to the prev in the tags.
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The old man shivers in the dark, ochre glow glimmering in empty eyes. He holds up a coiling, sputtering flame in one hand - the edges are a deep, crimson color, and the central light shifts and rolls just above the cloth-wrapped palm.
“You’ve got to decide for yerself, boy,” he says. “You’ve got to decide what kind of flame you’ll be.”
The flame grows, swells to the size of the old man’s withered head, and the ochre glow grows brighter, catching that boiling radiance.
“You going to be a wildfire? Hungry? Angry?”
The flame shrinks, and its vicious dance slows to something softer - orange and gold, swaying back and forth, warm and inviting.
“A campfire? Gentle? Safe?”
The old man’s voice slides into his next words as his hand clamps down on the flame, snuffing it completely - and the smell of burnt cloth and seared flesh clouds the air around him as smoke drifts upward from between his fingers.
“Or a pyre - a funeral, boy, an ending?”
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THE KICKSTARTER FOR MY TTRPG IS OPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHARACTER = GAMEPLAY!
YOUR CHARACTER IS DEFINED NOT BY ANY CLASSES, BUT BY THE MIX OF THEIR TRUTHS AND TRAITS! WHAT DO THEY BELIEVE IN? WHAT MODIFIES THEIR INTERACTIONS WITH OTHERS?
WHO ARE THEY?! THAT IS WHAT YOU WILL PLAY!
TRAILER MENTIONS REWARDS SUCH AS:
Writing a random encounter of your own
into the game's hunting tables, canonizing it in the book for all to play! Could even make it THREE encounters to write in!
Putting in YOUR character into the rulebook with a FULL-COLOR, FULL-BODY ILLUSTRATION,
plus those original encounters you can write in!
I KNOW YOU ROLEPLAYERS WITH ALL YOUR CHARACTERS WANT IN ON THIS
THE KICKSTARTER IS OPEN!
GET IN THERE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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( from x with @anorlondoarcheryclub )
"Someone," Laurentius says, after a long moment. He selects the edge of a fountain and settles on it, shifting the cracked shield so he can sit. The act seems to push a sigh up and out of him, and he runs his free hand over and through his soot-stained hair again.
"There's someone down here - well, not sure how far down, really - but in this area more heretical than me," he murmurs, staring into the flame hovering above his opposite palm. "Someone capable of making this flame hotter."
It has to be hotter. This place will eat him alive if he does not bite back. It almost seems an insult to all that came before, the idea of shambling through these ruined climes, bereft of want and need.
He's fought so bloody hard.
"Ifsahan," he says, after another beat of silence. "Just--warn me if you're going to pray, please. Not that you shouldn't, that that it didn't save us back there, of course. Just a quick...notice, I suppose."
He tells himself inwardly that bracing for impact will help. He knows damn well it won't.
"At any rate--what's got you down here?" he mutters. "You were headed in the opposite direction, it looked like."
It makes quite the sight: the pyromancer perched on a dust-choked fountain. The little red flame casts dancing shadows where water once played.
"Another pyromancer." Ifsahan's head tilts, a slight movement. On a second thought, they push back their visor, putting face to voice.
"You're the only one I've ever met in person, but if I see another, I'll try and find you."
Phantoms, they decide, do not count.
They unbuckle the heavy, metal-shod shield and start checking it for damage. Indeed, it'll need repairs; the toothy beast left a scraggly line of deep gouges on its painted face.
"...a warning. I can do that. Is it- hm. Does it harm your flame?"
Heresy it may be, but he's a friend and not Hollow, and if the distant gods want more, they can come and say it.
Inspection over. The shield will hold for now; Ifsahan settles it on their back, talisman in belt and sword in sheath.
"I was looking for another way down. Down to the flooded city. The path with the stair is... bad." A shudder marks the understatement.
"That one ambushed me. Sent me back the way I came. Skeletons do not care how sharp my blade is."
"The - ah - the sound of it disrupts my concentration a little, is all," Laurentius manages. The man couldn't have flinched any harder if you'd struck him directly.
He fishes some bits of dried meat, kept in wax paper, from his pack as he listens to them discuss their plans, and nods sympathetically.
"They do not give a blade sufficient respect, that's true," he mutters, laying out the strips of meat across the stone edge of the fountain. It smells like pork; one wonders about the safety of that large boar keeping watch over the Undead Parrish. With a free hand, Laurentius waves a flame over the dried offal, warming it through.
"Here, this is a bit more fulsome than the Estus - different warmth," he says, handing a bit to Ifsahan. "Keep your strength up."
It's more of a morale, thing, of course; dried boar doesn't stitch up wounds and rekindle magical ability the way Estus did, but no cinnamon fire ever gave Laurentius the simple pleasure of a bit of nourishment in his stomach, now did it?
"The flooded city is even more dangerous than this place," he concludes, sitting back while chewing on a bit of dried pork. "Damp corpses and wet secrets. What's down there for you, friend, if I may be so bold as to ask?"
( from x with @anorlondoarcheryclub )
"Someone," Laurentius says, after a long moment. He selects the edge of a fountain and settles on it, shifting the cracked shield so he can sit. The act seems to push a sigh up and out of him, and he runs his free hand over and through his soot-stained hair again.
"There's someone down here - well, not sure how far down, really - but in this area more heretical than me," he murmurs, staring into the flame hovering above his opposite palm. "Someone capable of making this flame hotter."
It has to be hotter. This place will eat him alive if he does not bite back. It almost seems an insult to all that came before, the idea of shambling through these ruined climes, bereft of want and need.
He's fought so bloody hard.
"Ifsahan," he says, after another beat of silence. "Just--warn me if you're going to pray, please. Not that you shouldn't, that that it didn't save us back there, of course. Just a quick...notice, I suppose."
He tells himself inwardly that bracing for impact will help. He knows damn well it won't.
"At any rate--what's got you down here?" he mutters. "You were headed in the opposite direction, it looked like."
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As the beast goes down, Laurentius stumbles backward, running one palm across his sweat-slick forehead. The motion clears away portions of ash and dust, exposing bronzed skin beneath.
"S-sorry," he murmurs. "Lost my grip there."
Grip on what, he doesn't say. He doesn't share the images that went through his head--
--of burning blond halos and thick, knotted ropes--
Instead, he glances back down the corridor, and then gestures at Ifsahan's arm with his axe. In his free hand, he conjures another hovering, quivering flame, splashing glimmering firelight over the both of them.
The ochre glow does a fantastic job of highlighting the tight, trembling efforts of maintaining a neutral expression on Laurentius' face.
"You'll want to heal that - I'm not injured," the pyromancer says. "I'll keep watch behind us."
Firelight reveals: bronze skin and a harrowed face. Ifsahan peers up through the eyeslit of their helmet.
It's an answer as much as anything is.
Bright light shows concern in their dark eyes. The slanted grille reveals a narrow, tan face, now drawn.
"Thanks. And it's all right." The beast went down, didn't it?
With the uninjured hand, Ifsahan reaches for the estus flask. No reason to use one of their few healing miracles if Laurentius is as uninjured as he claims.
That captive essence of fire does the job. Pain flees and they sigh deep, flexing the left arm and feeling the weight of the shield become tolerable once more.
Laurentius does not seem all right.
They follow him.
"I think there's a plaza ahead. It looked brighter through the door. It might be a spot for a rest."
If they're lucky.
"Well fought," Laurentius says. "And well marked - plaza ahead indeed." The gloom seems to claw and roll against the edges of their trembling little empire of firelight. Laurentius holds the flame aloft as he moves ahead, trying to pull himself together.
Once he's emerged past the door, he waits for Ifsahan to join him and then, once they're through, he shuts it tight.
"I haven't seen them throng so tightly before," he mutters. "A lot of them, too. Was there some kind of battle here, before the flame faded? Some procession?"
The pyromancer's terse tone hovers on the precipice of something else - not anger, but irritated fear, almost.
"Don't suppose it matters," he answers himself, turning and heading back toward the plaza. "They're on the other side of the door, now, and we seem to be safe."
The last bit - about safety - seems almost as though he's reassuring himself, rather than his companion.
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Lands Between these cheeks, amirite? HIGH FIVE. ... I'll see myself out now.
"I am absolutely lost and now I have people in masks approaching with innuendos about a place whose name I don't understand in the first place!"
"Lands Between? Lands Between what? Looks to me like it's Lands Between two great big bloody oceans and enough gold to shame a Carim noble," Laurentius mutters.
( from x with @anorlondoarcheryclub)
As the beast goes down, Laurentius stumbles backward, running one palm across his sweat-slick forehead. The motion clears away portions of ash and dust, exposing bronzed skin beneath.
"S-sorry," he murmurs. "Lost my grip there."
Grip on what, he doesn't say. He doesn't share the images that went through his head--
--of burning blond halos and thick, knotted ropes--
Instead, he glances back down the corridor, and then gestures at Ifsahan's arm with his axe. In his free hand, he conjures another hovering, quivering flame, splashing glimmering firelight over the both of them.
The ochre glow does a fantastic job of highlighting the tight, trembling efforts of maintaining a neutral expression on Laurentius' face.
"You'll want to heal that - I'm not injured," the pyromancer says. "I'll keep watch behind us."
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Honestly? My main piece of advice for writing well-rounded characters is to make them a little bit lame. No real living person is 100% cool and suave 100% of the time. Everyone's a little awkward sometimes, or gets too excited about something goofy, or has a silly fear, or laughs about stupid things. Being a bit of a loser is an incurable part of the human condition. Utilize that in your writing.