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Class Feature Friday: Bones Mystery (Pathfinder Second Edition Oracle Mystery)
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And here we end off the week with another classic oracle mystery updated to Second Edition, this time being the Bones Mystery!
To many, oracles are the bridge between the material and spiritual worlds, though exactly what they do with that bridge depends on the individual and in part the deity or deities passing out these blessings. Some might follow Pharasma and/or other guardian deities of death, while others might be devotees of death-dealing gods, while others may in fact be empowered by darker deathly forces such as daemons or the deities of undeath.
Either way, these beings demonstrate fearsome and frightful power with the motifs of death, which all mortals must face one day. Some may use this deathly power to strike fear into the living or destroy the undead, while others may use it to create undead servants and twist death into a monstrous thing.
Regardless, many probably view these oracles as unnerving necessary evils at best, while others may revile them as they would any necromancer, especially with the way that these mystics tread the edge of life and death even more so than most other necromancers, hallowed or otherwise. Indeed, the fact that their curse causes them to look like an undead creature is a horrifying, though powerful, aesthetic choice.
With their dual connection to life and death, these oracles can draw upon that connection to choose to be healed by negative energy or positive energy each day, though if they are already undead they may instead empower their vitality to better resist being destroyed.
The basic magic of this mystery allows them to unleash a touch of negative energy to harm the living or weaken the undead, and another spell that allows them to drain vitality from a foe to bolster their own.
The two domains associated with this mystery are unsurprisingly the death and undeath, though the latter likely doesn’t see use with the oracles associated with psychopomps and the deities that call upon them. Either way, the former gives them the ability to gain vitality from slain foes, while the latter harms the living.
The greater revelation spells allow them to harden their bodies to resemble bone, as well as take control of undead foes.
They can also gain the advanced magic of their domains as well, the death domain either destroying undead or granting a surge of renewal whenever you regain consciousness, while the undeath domain grants a spell to bolster undead.
Those blessed with this mystery, however, are marked by death. At first, this only manifests as minor things like the smell of earth or unnaturally cold skin, but the more they tap into their revelations without resting, the more their body rots around them, becoming partially skeletal as they become weaker in some ways, but resistant to things that the dead would ignore.
While there are no oracle feats exclusive to this mystery, as full casters with access to necromancy spells and rituals, bone oracles have access to the Undying Conviction, Necromancer’s Visage, and Sepulchral Sublimation feats if you wanna go the true necromancer route.
However, while there are no feats specifically for the Bones mystery, there are those they might find useful, such as Reach Spell, Divine Aegis, Domain Acumen, Bespell Weapon, Divine Access, Prayer-touched Weapon, Vision of Weakness, Advanced Revelation, Detonating Spell, Spiritual Sense, Steady Spellcasting, Debilitating Dichotomy, Consecrate Spell, Surging Might, Domain Fluency, Greater Revelation, Forestall Curse, and Blaze of Revelation. However, other feats might suit you better, depending on the build.
This oracle mystery leans heavy into the necromancy side of things, so you can essentially build with one of two plans. Either the oracle will be an undead hunter, in which case you should lean into the specializing while diversifying to deal with other types of foes, or they could be a divine necromancer, and function similarly to a necromancy-focused cleric with differences based on the assumptions of the oracle class.
Death looks like different things to different cultures, and while this does apply to some extent with every class and character option, I do think it’s worth exploring those aesthetics when talking about a necromancer oracle. To some, death may be a cold, sterile thing, like the inside of a mausoleum, while to others, it may be a foul, filthy, rotting thing. Consider how that will affect the aesthetic and appearance of your oracle character, whether they wear bone talismans and the like on their person, or simply wear all black like a mourner, or something else.
In the halfling village of Skova, the funerary services are conducted by Old Kerb. Unlike others in the village, Kerb is kept at arm’s length, not out of a lack of hospitality, but rather, because the old mystic seems to have one foot in the grave already, particularly when using his power to put down those who do not rest peacefully.
Silva Endgazer is a name known to many in the Undercity, but few have ever seen. What is known is that she is a medusa and an oracle of bones with a lethal reputation, and rival gangs consider being turned into a statue by her gaze to be preferable to what might happen to their remains if they fall in battle to her.
The nation of Barbanas has a different relationship with necromancy than the familiar nations to the south. In those lands, necromancers are held in high esteem as negotiators with the dead, and the idea of animating a sapient soul against their will is unheard of. Bone oracles are particularly revered as those chosen by the gods for this role, and are often accompanied by various bodiless spirit that advise them and inhabit the bodies they animate.
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Pathfinder 2nd Edition - Advanced Player's Guide - Rusting Grasp by Jen Santos (Gunship Revolution)
#Pathfinder#Pathfinder 2nd Edition#Advanced Player's Guide#Paizo#RPG#Rusting Grasp#Fantasy#Art#Jen Santos#Gunship Revolution
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Dragon Noodle Soup :3
#world of warcraft#dragonflight#dragons#I both adore the kalimdor racing event and also am highly frustrated cuz advanced gold is always 1-3 seconds off#most fun ive ever had in WoW#also worst time ever#maybe second to the mage tower cuz that shit was NOT MADE for my ADHD ass#im joking the worst times in this game is trying to convince strangers to let you join endgame content#and then get bullied by them#i dont do dungeons anymore#seriously tho the dragon racing is some of the most fun and engaging wow content ever give me moreeeee#I need more single player content that feels like this#that is highly rewarding and i dont need to suck up to assholes to achieve#((desperatly begging for a solo story version of dungeons and raids so i can experience the story without getting abused by other players))#i DID THE MONK DMG MAGE TOWER IN LEGION. I HAVE TRIED THE NEW VER 100 FUCKING TIMES#AND ITS HARDER THIS TIME SO I FUCKING CAN'T#ASLDKHADOIHADIA#I have to be on top of every fucking thing for like 12 minutes straight due to my dmg output and following guides dont help me#I got him down to 20-30 percent and then ditched the game to play FFXIV for a full ass year#this was jan 2022#I havn't attempted since i probably should.#sorry forgot what this post was about
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Advanced Dungeons & Dragons - art by Jeff Easley (1978)
#jeff easley#advanced dungeons & dragons#70s fantasy art#player's handbook#dungeon master's guide#ad&d art#magic-user#sorcerer#seventies#1978
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Treated myself to the pf2e core rulebook while I was away and just went to put it on my shelf and it is SO COMICALLY LARGE NEXT TO THE 5E BOOKS
#wastepaper basket#I adore it genuinely#Thing is like 100 pages of this is just spells and another 100+ pages is all classes and subclasses#AND THIS ISN'T INCLUDING THE EXTRA STUFF IN THE ADVANCED PLAYER'S GUIDE. OR THE OTHER EXPANSIONS#I FUCKING LOVE PATHFINDER MAN IT'S SO MUCH
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Something in reading more of the Pathfinder 2e rules: I can see why Matt does some stuff he does, particularly regarding crafting in campaign 1 (the most still affected by Pathfinder tho I’m sure it was 1e) and when he has them role initiative and when asked if it’s combat replies with “we’re in initiative order” instead of a yes or no, implying it may or not be combat
Hell even if reading the pathfinder books, I’m finding ways to think about dnd 5e in ways I hadn’t before and it’s actually making planning stuff easier. The Gamemastery Guide with its “here’s how to make a Nation or Settlement stat block” and “here’s guides to do certain things like crafting and making up items and various NPCs” is so lovely and like the DMG does fine with what it does but I really like this.
Also: Pathfinder 2e proficiency system continues to be one of my favorite things.
#critical role#dnd#pathfinder 2e#dungeons and dragons fifth edition#also: Orichalcum (spelling???) my beloved#analyzing DMing#I asked for the gamemastery guide the first two bestiaries and the dark archive for my birthday#and I’m pretty sure I’m getting all of them#I have the core rulebook the advanced players guide and guns & gears#I found a pdf of gamemastery but I want it in my hands
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nuANCED Review: Mercenaries
So it has been a while since I’ve done one of these posts, and I had decided that when I restarted I was going to focus on the remaining Tempest and Saga block decks. I’ve noticed while doing my compendium posts that the Masques and Nemesis decks definitely have a change of focus compared to the earlier ones. It’s not just that a sideboard hasn’t been listed, but they feel like they are purposely…
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It's almost July so 'tis the season, and I haven't really seen an information post go around despite Tumblr being full of artists and OCs, so for those not informed -
What is Art Fight?
copied from https://artfight.net/info/about , illustrated by Queijac
Art Fight is an annual art game that lasts for 1 month. [ Note: usually takes place during July ] Users can register on the site to join in. Each year, participants are split into two teams to which they are assigned randomly.
[ Illustration: a furry character colored blue and a human character colored red brandish art supplies at each other like weapons. ]
Players "attack" people of the opposing team by making art of original characters you choose belonging to members of the other team. You are free to use almost any style (see Attack Rules section of the rules).
Your team receives points based on what you create for the other team with each attack.
[ illustration: the blue furry character shows off a red drawing to the red human character, who is bending down to see it and looks excited. ]
The artist that receives the attack can then counter that attack by drawing the character belonging to the person who attacked them, or pay it forward by attacking a different person on the other team.
At the end of the month, the team with the greater score wins.
[ Illustration: the red human is sitting at a table with drawing tools in front of them thinking of a blue character. They are holding a pen and looking determined. ]
But remember, while there are point scores, the real goal is to celebrate characters with your fellow artists.
Art Fight is about giving and recieving amazing art. ♥
If you're interested in joining up before this year's event period starts (or during it! You can join at any time) come and take part here ! The teams for this year are going to be revealed on the 23rd, so you have plenty of time to add your characters and scope out potential targets :3c
Extra info:
Digital art and traditional art are both accepted, including sculpture, fursuits, 3d modeling, animation, and more!
There is sometimes a bit of site downtime at the start of the event as traffic spikes. This is normal, is briefer each year, and will resolve after a bit. I recommend downloading a few ref sheets in advance if you plan on drawing from the first minute
Don't start art early! It's against the spirit of the thing to sneak in extra work time. If you're just doing it to give people art, you can always make it a normal, no-points-involved gift!
Character reference images and attacks created have to be non-sexual. The site has content filter guides and submission rules that go into more detail about what is and isn't allowed!
Don't have character references finished? Here's a quick guide on what's best to include at the minimum.
my profile is @ canonkiller owo
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hello my dear!! 🫶🏼
🌸🌸🌸
eddie with smut prompts 10 & 1 pls 🥵
hello my love!!!!
I apologize in advance for this (well, kinda but not really…)
patience (or a lack thereof) - eddie munson x fem!reader
word count: 2k
warnings: the horny really jumped out on this one. drug use, cockwarming, unprotected p-in-v, fingering, dirty talk, soft dom!eddie vibes (I think)
The problem here, is that weed makes you horny.
Like…really horny.
Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem. Friday nights at Eddie’s place have a pretty repetitive flavour, and it’s one you now crave. You’ve been seeing each other nearly six months now, and your friends have all given you shit for it, but you don’t care. Fridays are for Eddie.
More specifically, Fridays are for getting stoned in Eddie’s bedroom and cumming so many times you lose count.
By now, you’d usually be between his sheets already, two or three rounds down, a quick breather in between. But tonight, something’s thrown a wrench in your usual plans. Really, it’s your own fault — you’d shown up unannounced at Eddie’s place Wednesday night, the night he usually reserved for D&D planning. Wayne had taken an extra overnight shift, leaving the place to the two of you, and well, you made the most of it.
But with Wednesday night planning out the window, Eddie has a Saturday session and nothing prepared, which you know is not a good thing.
But weed makes you horny.
You’re sprawled out on his bed, your pants long discarded, wearing only one of Eddie’s Hellfire shirts, flipping through one of his music magazines. You’ve tried reading the book you keep in your bag, tried distracting yourself by changing the records on the player, you even tried taking a quick cat nap. Nothing has worked. The ache between your legs is ridiculous.
He’s been at it a couple hours now, and you know he takes his time when it comes to D&D. He’s meticulous with his planning, thinking out every possible outcome and coming up with a contingency for each, even having a few throwaway plans just in case his players come up with something completely outrageous. You don’t mind it at all; it’s quite the opposite actually. His passion is…sexy, in a nerdy kind of way. It just adds to his charm.
And right now, it’s not helping matters. He’s perched in his desk chair, flipping through the Dungeon Master’s Guide, a pencil between his teeth. He’s wearing an old Hawkins High Phys Ed t-shirt, sweat shorts, and his hair's a mess. Unable to stop yourself, you roll off the mattress and onto your feet, crossing the room and standing behind his chair. He makes a little noise as you gather his hair in your hand, sweeping it over his shoulder so you can fit your face in the curve of his neck.
“Eds.”
“I know, baby,” he replies, the words muffled by the pencil between his teeth. “I’m almost done, I swear. Gimme like five minutes, and then I’m all yours, yeah?”
You whine, closing your lips around his pulse. You left a nice hickey there the other night, and your cloudy mind yells at you to make it bloom against his pale skin even brighter this time. Your arms hang over his shoulders, pressing your palms against his stomach, humming into his neck.
“Eddie, please?”
Your hands move lower, one glancing across the crotch of his shorts. The pencil falls out of his mouth. “Sweetheart,” he sing-songs, a halfhearted warning. But you do it again, fixated on the way his cock twitches to attention, even with just the lightest of touches. You let your teeth graze his throat, nipping at the same spot until the bruise starts to reform. Eddie tilts his head back, a low rumble moving through his chest, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. When they open again, his pupils are blown, and he lifts his hand, burying his fingers in your hair. “Someone’s needy tonight.”
“You know that weed makes me ho—”
“Weed makes your horny, I know, baby,” he finishes, dragging his nail lightly against your scalp. “I’m almost finished, I promise. Come here.”
He turns in the chair, swinging around until you’re standing between his legs. Eddie drags his hands up your thighs, the cool metal of his rings making you shiver. He’s fully hard now, shorts tented, and he hooks one thumb in the waist of your underwear, pulling it down slightly. It makes you throb.
“You can sit on my lap till I’m finished,” he says, squeezing your hips. “That make you feel better?”
Your eyes widen slightly, feeling yourself melt into his touch. “You mean…?”
“Come here,” he says again, his tone more assertive this time. He pulls your underwear down further, lifting the hem of your shirt at the same time, and swoops in, pressing a sloppy kiss to your hip. Your underwear drops to the floor and you kick the fabric away. Everything in you goes tight as he hooks his fingers in the waist of his shorts, pulling them off and settling back in his chair. The sight of his cock curving towards his belly makes your mouth fill with saliva. “You need something else first?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly. “Need me to open you up a bit, pretty girl?”
He pulls you closer, one hand back on your hip, and the other slides between your knees, moving up to the inside of your thighs. He moans when he feels out wet you are, dragging his fingers through it, pushing them past his lips a second later as he pulls your body even closer. You move quickly, lifting your legs and planting your knees on the seat either side of his hips.
Eddie grins as you lower yourself slowly, reaching around to take himself in hand, guiding his cock into your nearly dripping pussy. The feeling is overwhelming, to say the least, and you bury your face in his neck again as you sink down, your breathing coming faster as he fills you up.
Fully seated, your first instinct is to move, rolling your hips into his, but Eddie grips your waist tightly, clucks his tongue at you. “Ah, ah, ah, not yet, sweetheart. Let me finish first, and then I’ll take care of you, alright?”
When you don’t answer right away, he lifts his hips slightly, the tip of his cock nudging at that delicious nerve inside you. “Shit.”
“Gimme five minutes, baby,” he says again. He takes your hands, draping your arms around his neck. A soft kiss is pressed to your mouth, and you have to stop yourself from chasing it, taking what he gives. “Just five minutes.”
It’s fucking torture. Five minutes feels like five hours. Every tiny movement makes the pleasure spark, but it’s just shy of not enough, leaving you wanting more and more and more. If it’s driving Eddie just as crazy, he doesn’t let it show, giving you a broad grin when you settle deeper into his lap, resting your forehead against the dip of his shoulder.
Finally — fucking finally — he flips his notebook closed, tosses his pen aside, and puts his hands on you. He grabs your hips again, guiding you along him, and the sudden movement sets your whole body alight. You toss your head back, your mouth dropping open as he lifts you up, pulls you back down. He fills you so perfectly, leaning in to suck a mark at your collar.
“There she is,” he murmurs, dragging the tip of his nose along the underside of your jaw. “C’mon, my needy girl, tell me how bad you want it.”
Eddie slides his hands under the hem of your shirt, fingers tapping along your rib cage. Your fingers chase his, reaching for the edge of the fabric, pulling it up and over your head. You toss it away, and Eddie groans, instantly lowering his head, scraping his teeth along your tits, your nipples pebbling at his attention. Your hips roll, dragging yourself along his cock, the pleasure making your eyes roll back.
“Look at you,” he moans, sucking a bruise beside your nipple, his other hand coming up to toy with the other. “You just need to be fucked so bad, don’t you?”
“Eds, please,” you manage to mumble out, a whine trapped high in your throat. You can feel how wet you are, the slick glide of your thighs against his. He grins, pulling his face from your chest, tilting his head back so his nose pokes yours.
“Almost there,” he says, his voice goading. “Use your words. Tell me.”
“Eddie—”
“Tell me specifically,” he mutters, pinching your chin in one hand, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip, “how bad you want it.”
You start babbling. His request opens the floodgates. Your words are in time to the movement of your hips, and Eddie is grinning like the devil he is. Please, Eddie, I want it so bad, I want you so bad, fuck me please, I want it hard, want it fast, wanna feel you tomorrow. Please, please, please, please, please.
He gives you what you want.
You squeal when he scoops his hands under your thighs, lifting you as he moves out of the chair, keeping himself buried inside you. He aims for the bed, you think, but gets thrown off course, and instead you end up sprawled on the floor of his room. He hikes your legs over his hips, grabs your waist and pulls you down onto him with every thrust.
Back arching against the floor, you’re climbing higher and higher, and the weed buzzing in your veins only makes it that much more thrilling. You’re probably going to have carpet burn on your ass, but you don’t fucking care.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” Eddie coos, and when your thigh starts to shake, he drops a hand between your legs, tracing his fingers over where he’s disappearing inside you before drawing a perfect circle around your clit. “Give it to me.”
You nearly shout his name as you cum, and Eddie rides you through it, his own orgasm not far behind. He pulls out at the last second, cums hot against your stomach, and flops down on the floor beside you. His hand lingers, tracing the curve of your tits, making them peak harder just for him. You curl your hand around the back of his neck, keeping him close while you catch your breath.
“You alright, baby?” he asks, dropping his jaw to kiss your shoulder, still petting his hand across your chest. “You want a pillow or something?”
You shake your head no. “Just…don’t move yet.”
Eddie chuckles, teeth nipping at your skin. “Okay, baby.”
Your body is caught between begging for more and tapping out for the night, but you think you know where the scales are about to tip. Especially if he keeps touching you like that. Your mind whirls, eyes fluttering open so you can look at him.
“Can I ask you something?” you murmur.
Eddie hums the affirmative, sitting up slightly to pull his shirt over his head. He uses it to clean his cum from your stomach and leans over you slightly, mouthing at your tits again. “Anything, baby.”
“Why didn’t you ever make a move on me before,” you ask, “when we were in high school?”
He tilts his head, lifting one brow with his lips still latched to your skin. “Why do you ask?”
“Just realizing how much mind-blowing sex I missed out on,” you reply.
Eddie chuckles. “I wanted to make a move. I really wanted to, trust me. But you had a thing for jocks back then, if I remember correctly.” He bites at you again, softly, dropping his chin to your chest. You can feel his hand roaming lower, glancing over your knees and thighs. Your legs part slightly, letting him in again, your blood spiking when his fingers trace the inside of your thigh. “It sucked, honestly. You have no idea how much I hated seeing someone else touch you, when I wanted it to be me.”
The tips of his fingers prod at you, curling just slightly. “But now you can,” you tell him, your voice turning breathy again, back arching as he pushes his fingers deeper, scrapes his teeth against your nipple.
“Now I can,” he agrees, “and I’m never gonna stop.”
#my fics#eddie munson#patience (or a lack thereof)#eddie munson x you#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fic#sleepover sundae
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valorant → Vinnie Hacker x female!reader
summary: in which Vinnie defends you
warnings: men being boys, slurs, hate towards women. speed like behavior - hate that man, boy. swear words , mentions suicide + pissed of Vinnie – overprotective!Vinnie, mad!Vinnie, angsty!Vinnie & soft!Vinnie
a/n: women can’t do anything without some men being butthurt about it :) I also don’t know ANYTHING about valorant, men scares me so I will never touch that game so I apologize in advance for all the incorrect information in this imagine <3
word count: 1.0k
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You two had been playing for hours on end, Vinnie’s comforting voice in your ears as your eyes were stuck to your screen. It was your first time playing the game and when you had told him this; the boy immediately begged you to play with him, so here you were– tongue out in concentration whilst Vinnie carefully guided you through everything.
He made it less stressful, his whispers of ‘that’s my girl’, every time you managed to kill someone. His voice burning a hole in your chest, your wound on display. Your nervous laughter only grew the smirk on his lips. He wished to be sat besides you instead of listening to your laughter and frustrated grunts over discord. But he gladly stayed, constantly asking how you felt about the game, quietly asking you for this to be yours and his thing; playing Valorant together.
Everyone had been respectful, since they respected Vinnie, but it all went to shit when one of your teammates decided to blame you for losing that round. Swear words were thrown your way, so loudly that his mic went static.
‘go back to the kitchen, you whore’
‘slut,’
‘ugly fucking bitch’
You sat frozen in your seat, dumbfounded with a slack jaw. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure it’d fall into your stomach. Your mouth turned dry and your eyes wet with tears as the abuse continued on. You were embarrassed for some unknown reason.
Vinnie still couldn’t understand what was happening, one moment jokes were thrown around and then the abuse towards you came out of nowhere.
“The fuck did you just say?” His voice was low as he spoke into the mic, his eyes dark and the muscles in his arms flexing as he gripped his controller.
“This fucking bitch is ruining everythi–“
Vinnie interrupted him. “Shut the fuck up.” His face was red as he could only imagine how you felt.
The coward on the other end laughed, a mocking one that made Vinnie’s controller crack under his grip. Other players tried their hardest to get him to shut up but to no avail.
“What are you gonna do about it, bitch?” And before Vinnie could say something; the coward disappeared from the party.
You were still quiet and then you left too. Vinnie quickly exited the game and grabbed his phone, sending you a simple text.
‘on my way.’
He blamed himself for putting you in that situation, knowing how bad the abuse gets. The dark pit in his stomach growing as he floored it to your apartment downtown, his eyes constantly glancing to see if you texted him back, but nothing.
The rapid knocks quieted the sobs from your lips. “Y/n, please open the door.” You quickly got up and opened the door despite the confusion you felt about him taking his time to check up on you.
Your face was wet from tears and your breaths came out in gasps as the pain in your chest wouldn’t lessen. “Shit,” he swore to himself before inviting himself in and embracing your shaking body. Over your cries he could hear several plings, one after another. Your computer was placed in your living room, right where you both stood.
His eyes squinted, recognizing it. Someone was chatting with you on valorant. He carefully let go of you and walked over to your computer despite his name leaving your lips in a warning.
His eyes widened at the words that burned a hole into his irises. Threat after threat came in, all from the very same player who couldn’t handle losing a match.
“What the actual fuck?” He whispered as he quickly muted the guy before blocking him. His arms rested on the table, his head hanging in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
Your brows furrowed in confusion, his back to you as you spoke, your voice hoarse and cracking with each word. “Why are you apologizing?”
He slammed his hands down on the desk, needing to let go of the weight on his chest. “I knew that this shit happens all the fucking time,” he gestured to your computer, “and I still convinced you to play, all because I’m a selfish fucking asshole,” you quickly crossed the room to him to stop him from saying more.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” You sniffed as you stared at his shoulder which were rapidly moving up and down in beat of his rapid breaths. “Vin, calm down…” you trailed of as he faced you, his eyes red and the veins in neck standing out from withholding his cries.
“I wanted to have something with you, and it ended with some fucking asshole telling you to off yourself?!” He was near hysterics now, hands in his hair as he looked everywhere but you.
He continued to speak over you trying to calm him down, “I can’t lose you because of this!” Your hands grabbed his arms and pulled him towards you. You held him tightly while he tried to catch his breath.
“Hey-it’s okay, you won’t lose me over this; I promise.”
His voice cracked, “that’s not what I meant.” He spoke quietly, begging you to understand so he didn’t have to say it himself.
“I know,” you whispered into his chest. “I’m with you til’ the end, remember?” A teary chuckle left him from the memory of you and him, drunk, sitting in a bathtub together, promising to never leave each other.
He took a shaky deep breath to gather his courage. “I really like you, Y/n. Really, really like you.”
You hugged him tighter, a smile growing on your lips from his confession. You’ve always dreamt of this moment except for the tears and the situation that brought you two here, embraced by each other.
“I really, really like you too, Vinnie.” His grip on you loosened, his lips met your hairline to softly whisper, “can I kiss you?”
You whispered a ‘yes you can’ before his lips carefully placed themselves on yours. The knot in your stomach snapped and exploded into millions of butterflies as his lips moved together with yours.
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Retrograde Revision 3: Archer
(art by jeffchendesigns on DeviantArt)
Green Arrow, Hawkeye, the Peter Jackson version of Legolas, many versions of Robin Hood… All are known for being legendary archers, no, more than that, utterly superhuman in their skill with a bow. From archery techniques that look good on film but are poor practice in real life to truly impossible shots, there’s a lot to be said about the unrealistic but nevertheless awesome-looking feats that these archers get up to.
Love them or hate them, such incredible skill in archery is the basis for today’s archetype, the archer fighter!
As the name implies, these warriors specialize in the bow, and are so skilled as to perform some incredible shots with them.
By stereotype alone, it’s often rare to see ranged-focused fighters, with bows seemingly more regulated to rangers, hunters, or other classes that don’t automatically get better armor, but the base fighter alone gets so many combat bonus feats that they can be among the best archers in the game, and this archetype only makes them better, giving them more to do with a bow and arrow than just dealing damage each round.
As ranged experts, these archers are skilled at noticing distant targets, as well as compensating for distance and wind to strike from further away without a loss in accuracy.
An archer’s precision with their arrows is so great that they can learn to perform various combat maneuvers from a distance, such as targeting an object to knock it out of a foe’s hand or damage it, fire a distracting shot that barely misses to feint foes, or later on, they can deliver shot to send a foe stumbling back, pin their clothes to nearby surfaces to “grapple” them, or shoot their leg out from under them to trip them.
Naturally, their ability to aim and deal damage with a bow only grows stronger as they master it.
They also learn to keep their wits about them and strike when the opportunity arises, preventing foes from striking while they aim their shots.
Fighting from range means often being fought back at range, and these warriors use their keen eyes and understanding of trajectory to dodge incoming fire.
Some of the most powerful of these archers can unleash a hail of arrows in a cluster, like a one-person volley, raining down arrows with surprising accuracy against multiple targets.
Near their zenith, their reflexes against ranged attacks grows so great that even those that strike home only graze them. What’s more, they can even catch incoming arrows and bolts out of the air.
The most powerful of them, naturally, pick a bow of some kind as their subject of their weapon mastery, becoming true legends with such a weapon.
This archetype is a perfect example of what a lot of fighter archetypes, especially their early archetypes are: specializing in a particular combat style even more so than they already can being a fighter. Being able to perform combat maneuvers at a distance allows them to inhibit foes in addition to just damaging, making them better at supporting melee characters in the party while also not having to worry about the initial drawback of reprisal in the form of attacks of opportunity if they lack the proper feat (though said feats are useful for making you better at said maneuvers.
Speaking of feats, there’s a surprising amount of variety in archery-themed feats, allowing some variance with the builds. From the overwatch style letting you punish multiple foes for their actions, to clustered shots letting you hammer past the DR of foes, to empty quiver style letting you be mixed ranged and melee without ever switching away from your bow. Additionally, though the nonmagical alchemical arrows are a somewhat lackluster option at higher levels, especially for their price tag, specific magical arrows can go a long way towards the “archer superhero gadget arrow” vibe if that’s what you’re going for.
Being such a skilled archer can have so many origins stories, from a talented and skilled soldier to a hunter to a performer perfecting their prowess for the spotlight to even those that use archery as a meditative martial art. No matter their origin, all can agree that awareness and focus are the roots of their profession.
Local sulfur deposits in the kingdom of Brakiss have given rise to the invention and popularization of firearms. Local archers have had to up their game, honing their skill with the bow to uncanny levels to compete with the new technology. When a pro-firearm noble turns up dead with an arrow in his back, the race is on to hunt down these expert snipers, or to prove their innocence.
Castle Tormaigg has been long abandoned, but it remains as it was in its heyday, a masterfully constructed fortress. A kobold tribe has moved in, and is currently renovating the interior into a gallery of deathtraps, guarded by expert kobold marksmen perched atop the parapets.
The race for martial superiority between warring nations is an endless one. The magic-rejecting Flightviper lizardfolk clan, known for their skills with archery seek the secret of their elven neighbors arcane archer death arrows to add to their already impressive mastery of the bow. The question is not whether they will be able to overcome their superstitions of arcane magic, but rather, what havoc could they create with this newfound power if they do.
#pathfinder#retrograde revision#archetype#archer#fighter#kobold#elf#lizardfolk#Advanced Player's Guide
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The weird thing about reading old editions of (Advanced) Dungeons & Dragons is that you often feel like you're reading part of a conversation you're not entirely privy to. For example, the original edition never explains how percentile dice work, because you're just sort of supposed to know that from playing miniatures wargames, duh.
Or when the original Players Handbook makes all these statements about the bard that make no sense unless you've read the issue of The Strategic Review where the class originally appeared.
Or when the Dungeon Masters Guide brings up how you shouldn't just roll 3d6 in order for your ability scores, which you might not have known to do anyway unless you played a previous version of the game.
Or when 2nd Edition spends a lot of words defending the designers' decision to make player characters weaker by making 3d6 in order for ability scores the default again and it's actually cool if your character's stats are garbage, trust me.
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everyone looks at johnny and sees someone happy go lucky--a little clueless and a lot flirtatious.
none of them really know johnny at all, you included. at least that's how you feel when he tells you he's a virgin.
(cw: noncon)
you're in completely disbelief at first, considering how much he flirts and seems like a complete ladies' man. you'd gotten the confession out of him during a private game of truth or dare, and he'd been so blushy and embarrassed. but he explains that he's just been busy, raised with the fear of god put into him about sinning and pregnancy and infections. said he's only recently learned to move past those things, but he's waiting for someone he can trust.
the look he gives you seems so fucking meaningful, his eyes sparkling and pleading and tugging at your heart strings and your cunt. you'd often rejected johnny's advances under the assumption he's a player, but this changes everything.
before you can reconsider you find yourself diving right in to kiss him, clearly something he's done before as he's so fucking good at it (and you've teased him enough for the amount of women he's stuck his tongue down the throat of during dirty dancing sessions when you go out drinking)
his hands however, move more cautiously, guided by you. the entire time as you smirk wolfishly and show him how to touch a woman, how to grope your breasts and caress your waist. he seems to pick up every lesson eagerly and easily, though asking for permission before be moves on to the next thing.
he fingers you cautiously, blue eyes fixed upon you as he gauges your every reaction, adjusts his touch to match your moans and the feedback you give him. he mutters to himself in disbelief that he can make you moan so much already, can make you feel so good.
and then you tell him you're ready, and you watch him try to hide the nerves as he rolls on a condom and positions himself over your hole.
"you ready?" you ask, and he nods, slowly sinking in and almost whining at overwhelming sensation of it all.
your own eyes flutter shut as you adjust to johnny's size, and you take a moment to reflect on how big of a deal it is, that playboy johnny is giving his virginity to you.
and then you find yourself flipped over by strong hands, his cock even deeper in your cunt as he forces your head down into the pillow and ruts into you harshly.
"thought ya were smart, bonnie. but ya really fuckin' believed me?"
his hips move furiously, his thrusts unrelenting as his hand tugs at your hair, forcing you to look at him as he snarls above you and takes you.
"of course am not a virgin, but thanks for finally letting me fuck ya." his laugh is a mix of something sinister and shocked, like he can't quite believe himself that his plan worked.
he lays over you, his muscular body trapping you between him and the mattress as the tip of his cock taps at your cervix.
"now be a good girl, lie there, and lemme show yer what you've been missin'"
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Notice: You are now entering The Exclamation Point PFP RPG Blog Cinematic Universe
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4:52 pm
— ft. kuroo tetsurou
includes: a cute lil impromptu study date
it’s april and we all know what that means, finals season. right now it’s just you, your laptop, numerous papers and notebooks, and an iced matcha latte enveloping you in the cozy cafe atmosphere. you’re trying study for your calculus test tomorrow and you’re pretty focused, for the most part.
about ten minutes ago you glance up from your studies where you notice a familiar face across the cafe, kuroo tetsurou. while you’re decently close with your classmate and you’ve made conversation with him numerous times, you figured both of you are too busy with your work for you to approach him right now. however you can’t seem to get the striking captain out of your head. you’ve always had an admiration for him but some would say it’s more like a crush… so after a solid 15 minutes of pretending to do work and pondering what to do, you finally decide to maybe shoot him a text!
y/n: hey am i tripping or is there an obnoxious volleyball player studying across from me?
kuroo: obnoxious is a strong word 😒 u also studying for the calc test? 😭
y/n: kind of …. not doin too hot rn
kuroo: oh well you’re in luck then
and just like that you glance up from your screen and notice him begin to gather his things and make his way towards you. the middle blocker plops himself down on a seat next to you and begins unpacking his bag. “don’t worry princess im here to save you from your calc demons.” your flutters a little at the sudden nickname, but you keep your composure with a quick retort “ok woah im not doing THAT bad.” “then why is your study guide blank?” damn, he got you there. “whatever you gonna help me or what?” since he’s a man of his word he opens his notebook helping you review what you’ve learned these past classes, and working you through each problem better than khan academy ever could. he’s concise but sweet, making sure to comfort you every time you’re overwhelmed or not sure how to solve a problem. you’ve never seen this side of him, you’re used to dealing with his cockiness and sarcasm and this caring demeanor is something new to you.
but just like that an hour and a half has gone by and you’ve both successfully gotten through all your homework! where did all the time go? you wondered to yourself. embarrassingly, you’re kind of upset that you’re study sesh has come to an end. you’ve always wanted to go out with kuroo outside of class, and this is the closest you’re ever gonna get to that. “oh well all good things must come to an end” kuroo says, almost defeated you thank him for all his help while you start packing your things.
“actually wait before you go,” you stop what you’re doing to look up at him, wondering what he possibly need. surely he’s just gonna ask about something from class right? wrong. hes flustered. almost red even. scratching the back of his neck he finally looks at you and says “i really enjoyed hanging out with you, and i just wondered if you wanted to do this again sometime?” you’ve never seen him so nervous before, so you let out a small smile with a slightly confused look on your face. “what, like study?” your smile ends up giving him reassurance and just like that his confident demeanor is back. he grabs your hand and says “well that’d be a pretty boring date don’t ya think?” grinning before placing a chaste kiss on your hand.
you look down to try and hide the rosy blush that now plastered your face (too late he already saw it). flustered by his sudden advance you look up and match his confidence arrogance with your own. “alright then, but if i don’t get an A on this test im rejecting you”
“oh like that’s ever gonna happen” you roll your eyes, but he has a point.
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AN: ahhh this was so fun to write <3 love love loveee writing some friends/classmates to lovers drabbles !! hope u guys enjoyed this lil piece i whipped up :)
#game time!#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo testurou drabbles#kuroo headcanons#kuroo tetsurou headcanons#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu fluff#hq headcanons#hq x reader#hq fluff#kuroo x reader#kuroo x you#kuroo tetsurou hcs#kuroo fluff#kuroo tetsuro fluff#kuroo imagine
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