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Grasp
Inspired by the Pillars of Creation star cluster
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point and click adventure inventory
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is it too much to ask to be some evil villainess’s sidepiece :/
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a lesbian can call themself a boy or even a man or a boyfriend without actually being a man. That's just how funky our genders are. Cope
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ANYWAYS happy international lesbian day to genderweird lesbians i love you so much mwah
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it looks good in the original colours, too
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sitting on the counter has equal and opposite energy to sitting on the floor and both are vital to wellbeing
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HE LOOKS LIKE A MOM
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Why does everyone treat lesbians who prefer butches like shit? Even other lesbians do it. I swear to God it's bitches like you all who constantly push us back into the closet.
I'm not exaggerating with the part about us being shoved back into the closet. The way you all equate being attracted to masculinity to being attracted to men is what drives wlw like us (bi women included) to be so heavily policed on whether we actually like women or not.
I just had to watch a femme4butch lesbian give her whole life experience to justify TO ANOTHER LESBIAN who was telling her "maybe you just like men" why she only likes masc women and what she talked about resonated so much with my own experiences.
Trying for years to be with men despite every instant of it being miserable, trying back again even after realizing she's a lesbian precisely due to comments like "you must actually like men if you claim to only like masc women" fucking with her mind, which just made her miserable AGAIN.
Worst part is that the lesbian who told her that is masc themselves.
Can you all leave us alone? Just leave wlw who prefer mascs, studs and butches alone. Mind your fucking business and stop equating masculinity to men. People of all genders can be masculine and if they don't identify as men, they're not fucking men.
It's always interesting to watch which posts get spread immediately and which just get likes lol.
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Anonymous asked:
You know the joke about level 20 shop keeps to keep murder hobos in line? What about like an actual reason for a level 20 something shopkeeper? Like a retired adventurer selling off the contents of their many bags of holding. Great place to get magic gear, plenty of potential adventure hooks, and a retired adventurer would have a great many connections.
Shopkeep: Agiviv Stoneeye, The Alchemist under the Hill
The title? It’s my little joke, I always said I’d be in my grave before I gave up on the great work, so after I retired I found myself a cozy little barrow in which to continue my studies. Still brings a smile to my stiff old jaw each time I think about it.
Setup: The Sad truth is that age catches up to everyone, even heroes, and those that live the adventurers life tend to age faster than most. If it isn't the life sapping curses or the devouring jaws of beasts that get you, it's the slow accumulation of innumerable breaks, stabs, burns, and mishaps that accumulate in a body along with years of hard wear and stress.
Such was the case for Agiviv and his companions, a once celebrated band of heroes who saved the world in their own small way before settling into happy obscurity. After their mission was done each wanted different things, some family, some to return to the duties they left behind, but for Agiviv the whole point of adventuring was to secure the means by which he could continue his studies, and by the gods did he ever find it.
While each of his retiring friends took a hero's share of their accumulated wealth Agiviv (who served as the group's quartermaster) ensured he was left holding the bags: the bags of holding containing years of accumulated treasure, crafting ingredients, and dungeon junk. Settling in one of the first dungeons cleared by his companions, close enough to a town to make a supply run but not so close that he’d be bothered with neighbors, the old Orc now works away happily on all the projects he never got around to during his life on the road.
Hooks:
- Joke as you would about alchemists and their search for gold, Agiviv was always the most business minded of his companions, and has spent the intervening years setting up storefronts in several major population centers across the kingdom. Each one is minded by one of his apprentices, who discuss the needs of customers as they enter and browse through catalogs before popping into the back room to secure the stock. These “back rooms” are in fact portals to Agiviv’s workshop, where the apprentices can clear any important transaction with their boss or shift down to one of the many storerooms to retreive the stock. When the party visit their local “Stoneye’s Alchemics” only to have its attendant disappear for a protracted period of time, their curiosity may lead them to intrude upon the workshop and begin to poke around where they don’t belong. Depending on whether they decide to do a smash and grab or actually investigate the disappearance, they may later encounter a very angry Agaviv or one thankful to them for saving an apprentice that’d fallen victim to a long unnoticed mimic.
- Given his talents lay in the crafting of potions and other alchemical wonders, Agaviv is more than happy to part with various bits of armor, enchanted weapons, and miscellaneous doodads too impractical to be of any use in his research. One of these items happens to be a very dangerous book that Agaviv accidentally mislabeled saving it from his “Very cursed do not sell” Pile. Sold to the party as a genuinely useful and benign object, the group’s spellcaster may only learn of it’s true nature after it has become attuned.
- Though the dungeon Agiviv claims as his home was cleared out years ago, one wing of it has become infested with pests, which the shopkeeper may send the party to clear out as a bit of a nostalgic lark. What he doesn’t suspect is that these creatures actually crept out of a portal to the underdark, and their reckless burrowing has created a fissure that the party will inevitably fall down and will be forced to climb their way back to the material plane. After braving an unusually long road of trials, Agiviv will be shocked to realize he’s going to have to move or risk his entire operation falling into the world beneath.
Art
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I love the idea of dead gods. Not in the sense of “hey i killed something supernaturally strong” but in the sense of “i killed it and it’s still a god.” It is still worshipped. prayers are still answered. miracles are performed in its name, even as it lies pierced by a thousand swords and burning with chemical fire. even as it drifts through vacuum, decapitated and bleeding molten rock. in cosmic spite of being shot through each eye and hurled into a plasma reactor, it still radiates the power of the divine in a way that primitive death cannot smother. the nature of godchild is not so simple as to be tied to the mortality, or immortality, of any living being.
In science that's called a whalefall :)
dead gods on the bottom of the mariana trench
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Horizon Zero Dawn….that’s it…that’s the game.
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The Moon and the Fox by Silas Owen
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fake dating has and always will be one of the best romance tropes because it allows you to see how the characters interact as a couple while maintaining narrative tension. likewise, in Gideon the Ninth, the Ninth House's charade of necromancer-cavalier allows for Gideon & Harrow to play-act duty and devotion while obfuscating their true feelings. in this essay i will