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holy shit is this gorgeous.
#projects.#(*dashes in and dashes out*#(though poignant to think of jacks other hobbies while I’m doin other hobbies#(board games. crafting projects. tastey detailing…. he love this
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#(lowkey think somethin that’d help me with my jack muse:#(reminders of how technology was before it was enshittified and cramped into one device
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Found a way to put together J & S that looks like Jacks make up if ya squint.
Also Monke.
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What color is your aura?
Indigo
cold water, tile, masks, constellations, dyed fabric, macaw feathers, night sands.
your essence is indigo: your emotional depth consumes all who dip their toes. you are sensitive but enigmatic; you project an air of mystery, and deep down are confident no one could ever solve yours. you are darkly romantic and mesmerizing. you are the mystique. you are the widow. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of periwinkle, mauve, royal, and navy, who share your quiet intuition. you are also drawn to the driven souls amaranth and garnet, who will help you grow and learn how to leave your mark on the world. however, you may struggle to get along with the uncommitted personalities of bronze and hickory who seem to lack true depth.
tagged by: @oflostinfound
Taggin: @chainsxwsmile, @cauterisen, @scattered-amongst-the-stars, @dancingdevildemon, @2ndbat [honestly im sure most have done it by the time i get around to these snrt].
#games.#[a real shame there aint a dark blue swatch tumtum let me just PICK ALL COLORS#[i can always approve of the rare Blue Jack. It IS his old favorite color.#[i also got forest once but i was like mmmNNNNO IM MISSIN SOMETHIN#[this one makes jack feel vewy mysterious which#[is only inso true as he STRUGGLES TO UNDERSTAND HIMSELF ALSO#[hard to tell where someone is coming from when they're always still making up their mind#[also 'masks' and stars and dye and cold cold cold.... yeah
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Realizing perhaps belatedly Jacks about is pretty lack luster here. Sure, it's a temp blog for a blog with a perfectly accessible about, but there's not even a link to it. Boo. But now I dO kind of want to remake him a profile...
Also deciding yes, Jack is using, multiple fake names all the time in other languages. Jack is his preferred western name and Spicer is familial (his paternal grandfather), but it wouldn't implicate the family if THAT name got flack. His parents associates know him by his traditional name. Which is also what all his awards are associated with, so if someone looked him up Jack Spicer, they wouldn't find any non-advert information on him. His Mandarin name is also fake and associated with his side businesses, his actual name is in Cantonese, which I personally have not dabbled in yet so nOBODY GETS TO KNOW.
Anyway tryin to design signature seal stamps for Jack for funsies.
#hc.#[i turned on my 'rp inducing' playlist and would you LOOK AT THAT#[lmao#[i mostly wanna compile information tho. tism style. hfhfhff.
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#fc.#[DYLAN HELLOOooOoo?#[ooOoH Damn NICe i can recolor that shit red so much easier woo woo woo#[jealous tho-- tried to bleach my hair recently and FAILED sniff
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Please Reblog This If It’s Okay To:
Send questions about yourself
Ask questions to/about your characters
Ask about your headcanons
Send questions about your works (fanfics, art, music, RPs, etc)
Ask about popular ships/headcanons
Ask about plot ideas you’ve had but haven’t acted upon yet (snippets of AUs, a scenario you wish to write/draw but haven’t gotten to yet)
Questions about other ships/headcanons that aren’t as popular or are rarepairs
Questions or comments about favorite tropes, headcanons, characters, foods, weather, or anything else you are okay in answering!
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Asking Too Many Questions — Submitted by nemethos-deamon
#BB3737 #A03D3D #893A4B #474C7A #211C43 #FFFAE1
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Last Thursdays; BG3 part 3 w @oflostinfound
Jurge feeling AT HOME in the Underdark. For a second, he could've almost been free of these strange Urges. Even a Bulette could not deter him, though he was happy to keep his distance, throwing potions to his team mates from a ledge (injuring Shadowheart with the glass in the process oNCE, sorry girl). That Bulette showed up much more than he was expecting though.
Jurge continues to keep his distance from the majority of the group. Gale tried to pry him for a magic item once and was met with stern disapproval. But shortly after inviting Astarion along, he came to hear of the mans power thirsty nature, and it does admittedly inspire some interest.
Things surely would have gone smoother, in his opinion, if they hadn't stopped to chat with the Myconids. Getting threatened, only to be dragged into their battles. He would've been happy to just steal the gnomes boots and be gone, but, he hadn't been willing to approach her in the first place. Instead Eath made work of asserting their services in a little slaughter. At least there was a silver lining…
Astarion is……. exactly the nuisance Jurge expected him to be. Walking into traps, alerting mephits, getting them dragged into battle. Aghast, Jurge puts his hands to use with something distracting: Music. Brouge hours for Asty. Didn't even bring him into the Duegar fight, when they got there.
But before the Duegar, Jurge demanded Focus. He wanted into the Underdark for a specific REASON. Multiple reasons. And they came first, in his single minded authority. So before they headed lakeward, they headed toward the glowing boughs of the Sussur tree. Jurge had, unexplained, a certainty of direction when it came to what he wanted. It was near the tree, down low, near poison. He just knew…
Some bibberbang shot, and some vines climbed, Jurge requested his team mates stay back, before this extraction would be sensitive. Some man was trapped with a burning torch in the bibberbang fields. A nauseating option ahead of him, but he sacrificed his only misty step scroll to extract the dwarf. Only to see his noble team mate rushing into the fields aside him.
He could not bid the dwarf adieu FASTER. "What the HELLS are you doing?" But it was far too late. Poison smog spreading increasingly far. He had every plan to shoot the mushrooms from a safe distance, but it seemed he was in the company of a lunatic. Instead he forced his way into the smog frantic, unwilling to let someones careless actions ruin his goals. The poison was a small price to pay, though he paid it nearly to completion before he even considered a potion. He got what he came for, but his irritation could not be tempered.
With bloodshot eyes, he kicked another of the mushrooms just above the fields. Only to find the dwarf he saved in a weakened state, taking not much more than a breath of the stuff before kicking the bucket. It seemed he wasted his scroll and poisoned his lungs at the end of the day for little more than a hunch. The anger was starting to make him. A little numb.
And then Astarion irritated a Hook Horror.
Foul vampire brat.
With his lovely dysfunctions, Jurge also wasted several attempts at using Sussur Blossoms for an item, only to find after several re-reads it was BARK he needed. Exhausted, but rewarded, the day did end with a Sussur Sickle and Noblestalk in his hand. As well as promise of a forge, somewhere in the Underdark. If not now, he'd want the information for some day.
The stalk did not relieve him. It simply made him want to lay down, and never get up. But the best he could do for himself, was stare into the fire, and clutch at his arms.
The next day he followed his team mate to the lakeside with Glut in tow. A lovely mushroom shield, while it lasted. The duegar could've been dealt with stealthily, but, in the end, a soft touch had them engaging in 'honorable combat'. Of course, it seemed his team mate had shelved the non-lethal strikes for a group of slaving duegar. At least this batch.
But their quest did not End there. Jurge was still numb, but the promise of taking someones head, sickly delighted him. Though he knew it would likely be overwhelming odds, he found himself agreeing without being told. And so they headed to the Grymforge.
Within the Forge a great many plans were enacted. It was tempting to just let Nere suffocate, but bleeding hearts cried for the safety of the gnomes trapped with him. Astarion and Jurge disapproved. But went along their merry way, finally putting Astarion to great use. Disarming traps left and right, stealing a barrel of rune powder under the ironhands nose. Though just as heartily getting them in their debt, agreeing to help dear, precious Barcus.
Jurge was surprised to find Eath aligning them with a mutiny within the duegar. Given the broad strokes in which the group gathered in the Grymforge painted themselves: Slavers, bullies and crooks; He hadn't expected her to be willing to work with any of them at all. What good came from less loot? Less blood? They would be weak for it. But he stood idly by, not feeling himself.
Down came the rock fall, and sooner came the battle. Jurge assailed himself to high ground, blowing up pre-set barrels in succession. But in the back of his mind, he had one goal: Beheading that Dark Elf that faced Eath with a menace of spells, including Enthrallment. It was… hard to swallow… that task being taken from him. Instead Eath took her darkest action yet. To his utter disapproval, and jaw-clenching fury. Why did it bother him so badly? Why did it feel like something gone Wrong? A claw grasping him throat. Then they let the rest of the Duegar LIVE !
He hopped down and took the head almost aggressively. He held it with too much familiarity.
And of course, they Found they Adamantine Forge. Astarion had a little. Accident. Under the Hammer. But it was fine. Two pairs of Adamantine Medium armor, and a laughing pendant later, they decided it was time to leave. To gain the Myconids praise, then head back to the surface. While their heads were still intact.
Back topside, they headed in the direction of the mountain pass! Or, they thought. Instead they headed downland, ending up in a squabble with some men and a crone. Jurge recognized her from the Grove, she was… uncomfortably perceptive. Then, uncomfortable adept in dark magic. Surrounded by illusions and redcaps. And a monster hunter, vying for her favor. Well, of course, Jurge assured they knocked that man out. Just as a little lesson, to not touch his little vampire.
(the game should rly have better reactivity for knocked out vs dead characters).
They'd have to take out the hag, just to make sure he never got his leverage, at that. Never before have I, the player, beat Ethel before she could run. BUT TODAY WE DID. It's totally nOT how it's supposed to be done and Jurge was READY to eat hag hair, but alas, that Hag died with little reward but the GOOD DEED! Even the woman in the cage wasn't that grateful. Jurge turned down her ugly locket.
Jurge is NOt going to give this woman her husband back. (Also the gAME CRASHED and that ended our Sesh but luckily we saved so it'll be fInE).
IC Goals for Part 4: Crecheward we Go; if Creche sucks go through the Grymforge to get to Moonrise like Halsin said; Looking for a longer weapon; Sate the Urge? Sate the Urge?; Bring back out Lae'zel when they get close to the Mountain pass; HAve a tALK with the TEAM ('if there are more than four enemies, we have to STRATEGIZE')
OOC Goals for Part 5: Go the wrong way again so Jurge can still meet with the Zhentarim; UH MAYBE GO PICK UP PUBBY I THINK WE LEFT THE PUPPY BEHIND; We did not fully explore the underdark Woe but it wouldn't be relevant ic so sNRK (unless they explore more after the creche); Dear God Lethanders Tears is a GOOD WEAPON; Let Lae'zel have her character arc bAYBE
#ooc.exe#bg3 spoilers (maybe)#au. down by the red river (bg3)#[was a TENSE play hsdhf lots of twists and turns but ultimately being ACT 1 got me on that NEXT PLS
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she let me hit because of my incomprehensible thought processes and skittish prey animal demeanor
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Bg3 night twas Eventful. Veerrrryy Eventful. RIP short men.
#ooc.exe#(I will write later OUGH.#(a lack of ritalin really is a curse???#(on my everything#(I made notes but I want em. nicier. more Jurge pov.#(DWARVES AND DUEGAR FELLED ALIKE—-#(EAF—- Jealous you’re not a gnome still? hfjfksj
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Lack of Sleep Starters!
pronouns and context can be changed as you see fit.
When was the last time you actually got some rest?
Alright, that's it. You're going to bed, and I'm not taking no for an answer.
Look at you! You're spilling coffee.
You have bags, and I'm not talking about the Gucci kind.
Jesus, have you been awake the entire night?
It's 4am. You need sleep.
You're safe here. You can rest now.
I promise, I'm fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to... the tiredness.
Look, I'm okay! I've pulled all nighters before.
This isn't the first time I've gone without sleep.
I'll carry you to bed if I have to.
Do I need to baby you?
Huh? What? I'm awake, I swear!
You just ran into the wall. It's time to lie down.
Go. To. Bed. That's an order.
I made a nest for you. You can sleep in that, if you want.
Can I get an extra pillow / blanket?
Want me to tuck you in, too?
I'll check in on you in an hour. You'd better not have moved.
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" Clearly. " He chuckled, but felt the validation of someone who didn't push him either way. The monks could be like that sometimes. Mostly the cueball and cowboy. With their... firm moral standards. Kimiko was always a treat, knowing where he came from. Being good didn't come easy to those born to be denied self-determination.
" I do. I was wondering if you made your own resin beads. I guess the ones on the market are as good as handmade. Must be hard to make time for these on your schedule. " A tease on how busy heroes must be. They didn't make their schedules, the worlds imminent peril did, " I could spare you some lab space if you want to experiment with more volatile ingredients... Like.... color-changing titanium. "
He ran his thumb over the metal chain that held the locket, which in itself was colorized a solid titanium white. Kimiko had a point that it would look nice as pocket jewelry. It was a relief, given his rising and falling concern about his craft. Giving gifts could be so nerve-wracking, " Cute is for kids. " Well, they were hardly adults, and he wouldn't have gone much further than calling it 'cool' himself.
" I lost sight of how big it was when I was working on it's mechanisms. " He twisted the gold leaf on the front of the shield, which flipped open its sides and bared the mirror inside. The mirror was, of course, removable as well, " Probably could've made a second draft... But... Eath will be in my life long enough to make another hopefully. "
'Clearly, we're different people. Nothing new.' Kimiko doesn't necessarily agree with Jack's more... Selfish? Nature? She does and in fact, will always call it out if she thinks it's going to harm or do something that'd affect someone else. Somewhat. She knows that she can't change Jack, and she doesn't think he needs to totally change. Mostly. They'll always be at something of an impasse when it comes to their morals and values, and their friendship will remain thus.
'You like it? I'm glad. I've been experimenting with plastic and stone beads and bracelets and jewelry recently, so it's always good to get feedback.' And she does appreciate Jack's aesthetic eye and taste, more often than not. Kimiko looks at the locket, curious. 'I think it might work as a chain or pocket jewelry but it's not bad. I think it's cute.'
#e. eaths starlight ball#v. addicted to the wicked#[oh damn i made da whole response but saved it as a draft and didnt post#[CONVO CAN CONTINUE IF SO DESIRED#[either way he jus happy to chat w kimi bout crafts
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