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#Of Heroes and Thieves
5ftboy · 1 year
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"And Edgin saw something he'd never seen in the young half-elf's face before. [...] It was as if, when his life was on the line, his back to the wall, Simon finally stopped being afraid." — The Road to Neverwinter
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decarbry · 1 year
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too-many-blorbos · 5 months
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@melonsap made me make this
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defectivehero · 1 year
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people with chronic fatigue 🤝 exhaustion whump
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bethordnz · 5 months
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you know in booktok when people say ‘*author* basically raised me’ ?? well i have that, but its kinda weird. obviously rick riordan, cause his books were the ones that made me realize how much i loved reading. then chris colfer, cause he’s a genius and when i read them for the first time i just fell for every single character. little me who loved disney movies loved tlos just as much. then there’s james riley, and that’s the weird thing. i never read one of his books completely. i read the first 100 pages of half upon a time but i never finished it. and i started story thieves but also dropped it. and somehow, still, i feel such a connection to his books and the way he writes. i used to reread story thieves all the time, but i have never read the end. never. and i have no idea why. i just dropped it every time.
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neopuff · 4 months
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amaya/magnifico // i need a hero
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jahiera · 9 months
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the emrys gender.............
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waterdeers · 9 months
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@honor-among-thieves I hope I did Connor justice, hes literally so cool!!!!!! 🫶!!!!
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potatoesandsunshine · 6 months
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sorry everyone but to me the dark brotherhood is like a weird sitcom family you join midway through their third season. they've all already got established dynamics and relationships and my character is walking in to add a little extra drama to an already-moving plot. we don't even get to the friends stage before whatever climactic awful thing (usually me) happens to them
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hannah-heartstrings · 1 month
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I wasn't planning on posting today but just randomly remembered this snippet and want to share. XD
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            Clicking sounds came from the door.
            Narrowing her eyes, Lecrinn looked towards it just as it creaked open.
            Methredhel stood at the other side holding up a lock pick. “Oh hey,” she came in.
            “You couldn’t just knock?”
            “I didn’t know you were home.” She crossed the room to the dresser. “I’m just returning the shirt I borrowed.”
            Her head whipped from one shoulder to the other to keep watching her. “When did I let you borrow a shirt?”
            “When you weren’t here.”
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robboyu · 7 months
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brave joker concept
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bugpysforge · 8 months
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In order to fool people, Whimsicott steals their belongings and replaces them with a fluff of wool. Though he enjoys pranking about he will always replace the stolen item.
Race: Caoraa Class: Rogue Subclass: Thieves Guild Location: Naranja Uva School Alignment: True Neutral
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sergestilesart · 1 year
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I haven't uploaded here in a while oops
Have my four favourite Persona 5 characters! aketchy sketches
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defectivehero · 1 year
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cat and mouse
“The thrill of the chase consumes you,” the detective says aloud. There’s no one else in the museum, supposedly, but he can sense the thief’s presence. He tries to think of something else that may lure them into conversation. “It gives you an inflated sense of self.” 
“You forget yourself, detective,” the thief whispers, their breath hot on his ear. The detective can’t help but stiffen, although the thief’s proximity is only for a moment. Sure enough, the thief is soon standing a few meters away. “Trust me, if I wanted you dead, you’d be dead.” the thief asserts. The detective can’t exactly take comfort in that statement, for obvious reasons. He supposes the words would mean something if the thief were trustworthy but, unfortunately, they are not. The thief’s beliefs and attitudes are fickle. The detective could be in their favor one moment and on the chopping block the next. No sense in rationalizing that kind of waverance. 
“You’re a thief, not a murderer,” the detective feels the need to say regardless. The thief levels them with an inquisitive gaze for a rather long time. Just when he begins to twitch under the pressure, they look away. 
“Or so they say,” the thief says casually, making an encompassing motion with their hands. The gleam in their eyes speaks to their amusement, but the dark smile on their face is pure malice. 
“You don’t want me dead,” the detective backtracks to the thief’s prior statement. He stares at them, trying to find hints of their thoughts in their posture. Somehow, the thief is a blank slate. There is nothing memorable in their frame or their expression. The detective can’t help but think that they’re practiced at hiding behind a facade. 
“Not just yet,” the thief answers, crossing their arms over their chest. They bring a hand to their chin in evident contemplation. “Might have to ask again in a few weeks.”
“You're going to the Renaissance art gallery,” the detective realizes aloud, shooting the thief a questioning look. For a long moment, the burglar just stares at them in silence. The detective frowns and tries to think of the error in his statement. There will be a gallery in exactly three weeks in this very museum. The thief’s eyes had flitted about the space as they uttered the phrase: “a few weeks.” The detective put two and two together. It was a simple deduction, really. 
“Very clever, detective,” the thief then remarks, falling to a crouching position. They mess with something metallic in their hands. The detective wants to identify what it is, but the object disappears in the blink of an eye. The thief must sense his gaze and they smirk. “You truly are as sharp as they say.”
“Perhaps not,” the detective sighs. His next words slip from his lips with little effort. “You always seem to allude me.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” the thief remarks. Before the detective can so much as flinch, there are hands pulling at his collar. To his surprise, when he looks down, he finds that the collar of his coat is folded down. The detective scowls and squints at the thief, who materializes in front of him within a few seconds. Was that really necessary? 
“You have some sort of superpower,” the detective announces instead. The cogs and gears in his mind are beginning to turn- albeit a bit more slowly than he’d like. The thief remains infuriatingly silent. “Enhanced speed... Agility?”
“You’ll get there, eventually,” the thief smiles understandingly, which is a strange expression to witness. Their gaze has yet to move from the detective’s face and it’s starting to throw him off. “I have faith.”
“Coming from you, I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.” The detective frowns. 
“I’m offended, dear detective,” the thief chuckles. They procure a golden coin out of seemingly nowhere and spin it on the tip of their finger. The detective becomes so focused on the coin that it takes them a few moments to process what the thief says next. “My faith is the eighth wonder of the world.” The detective lets out a choked laugh, resisting the compelling urge to facepalm. 
“Ah, so you can play along. Good to know... for future reference.” The thief remarks, the mischievous grin on their face only increasing. The detective takes a deep breath. “Well. As fun as this has been, I really must get going.”
The detective doesn’t know what to say, so he settles for remaining quiet. The thief maintains eye contact for a bit, as if searching for something in his expression. The thief then nods and their image phases for the briefest of moments. A hand slips through the detective’s for the briefest of moments. The detective looks down, only to find that he’s now grasping a single rose. The thief’s laugh echoes throughout the halls of the museum. It seems that, in the detective’s distraction, they managed to escape. The detective can’t quite summon the frustration that he should be feeling. 
When he makes it back to his office, the detective places the single rose in a vase on his desk and resolutely pretends not to think about the alluring thief. 
©2023, @defectivehero All Rights Reserved. 
apparently, a performer gives a rose to the person that they dedicate their performance to! [I definitely did not just learn of that through an ace attorney fic]
also, it pissed me off that “waverance” isn’t a word so i made it one. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  grammar is my bitch. 
finally... listening to gimme!gimme!gimme! by abba while writing this was THE MOVE. the!!!!!! move!!!!!
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I need a scene post-Strikers where the Phantom Thieves are in a car chase and Makoto's at the wheel but she keeps obeying all the traffic laws so Akira screams to let Haru drive. Haru's like "me? but why me? i don't know if i'm up for this--" but Makoto willingly gives up the wheel and everyone physically shoves her into the driver's seat and Haru's puzzled expression turns dangerous. She laughs under her breath, says something foreboding, and slams on the gas as the Thieves scream in both terror and exhilaration, and they're finally able to lose their tail.
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pokemonfrommemory · 3 months
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Steal from his store and he’ll steal your kneecaps
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