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vox-anglosphere · 1 year
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Dode village was wiped out by plague, but her parish church survives
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ghostyary · 1 month
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I could only hear JoJo Siwa’s new song while drawing.
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historicalsnail · 6 months
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Neurodivergent people know that many tasks can take a bit (or a lot!) longer to do for us than for other people. Maybe moving on from death to the afterlife is one of those tasks.
The Ghosts are all procrastinating, is what I'm saying.
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redwinterroses · 1 year
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Boatem, on any given day, was probably gonna be two things:
Obviously, the first was “chaotic.” That surprises no one, yeah? Raise your hand if you’re surprised that Boatem was chaotic. 
See? No hands. It's a thing that is known. You got your end crystals and tree wars and mountains going up over night and ravagers raining from the heavens… Boatem was the home-sweet-home of chaos. And it lived there very comfortably.
But the second trait that Boatem had, on every day that end in Y, wasn’t quite as obvious. 
It was "secretive."
Hah. Yeah, I see your quirked eyebrow of skepticism. Look buddy, I had a bird’s eye view of the whole thing and I can tell you this for sure: the only reason none of those morons got caught out in their big secrets was that they were all too busy being cartoonishly self-conscious to notice literally everyone else doing the same thing.
That thing being, specifically: pretending to be human.
Yeah. You heard me. Human. Pretending. As in: none of that lot are human in any way, shape, and only occasionally in form.
Take Mumbo for example. Dear old Mumbo Jumbo, my personal nemesis—and also the member of Boatem I got to see up close and personal the most.
Lucky me.
He somehow managed to hide it right under everyone else’s nose, which I can only chalk up to years of trusting friendship mixed with a hilarious lack of awareness. His shapeshifting abilities have never been more unstable than they were in Boatem—maybe it was the chaos bleeding through, or the way that world was a bit unstable even from the very beginning… Either way, he turned into a living potato right in front of all of them and they barely blinked. 
A potato.
Night after night I had to listen to him pacing around in his storage room, muttering to himself about how dangerous it was to be a shapeshifter living with a bunch of humans. How he was putting a lot at risk and what fibs he was going to tell to play it off as some sort of joke or prank. I started keeping a scratch tally of how many times he said “Oh dear. Oh dear."
I ran out of space about two weeks in.
But it’s not like any of his neighbors were going to notice anyway. “Living with a bunch of humans,” my big wishbone. 
Human. Hah. Right, like “human” Pearl—the alien who ducked her feathery antennae in her hair any time someone came around, who floated around her base like gravity was frickin' optional? Pearl, who nearly got caught with her antennae out every time someone ran past and jumped like a skittish rabbit enough to raise anyone’s suspicions… Except her clueless Boatem pals.
Or “human” Scar, who never even hides his vexy teeth when he grins, but somehow everyone acts like they don’t notice. Maybe he uses some sort of glamor on them—not like I’d know. Magic is ticklish territory for my type. All I know is that for someone who loudly proclaims to be human—a thing no human has ever actually had to do—he didn’t go to much effort to act like one. 
And then there’s that Impulse guy. I’m not sure what he is, but the one time he got close enough to peck he nearly roasted my tail feathers. Plus it seemed like all you had to do was say his name and he’d just… show up.
Downright creepy if you ask me. Not like no one ever does. Don't bother talkin' to the guy who has a view of everything for 18 chunks--no, just blame him for your dumb redstone door breaking.
Anyway. The one Mumbo seemed most desperate to hide his “secret” from was… that other one. I don’t even like to say his name, to be perfectly honest with you but I know you know who I’m talking about. The wing-appropriator. The merry prankster. The one who watches you with eyes so dark you never know where he’s looking. 
And people say I have beady black eyes.
I don’t even know why Mumbo bothered trying to hide it from Gr… from him. Or why he was trying to hide what he was from the rest of them. Or how they never noticed the extra pairs of wings that would sometimes flutter about, or how he always saw when people were trying to prank him—even if it looked like he was asleep. 
But I’ll admit it was hilarious watching them dance around each other like a couple of hens avoiding a creeper—except both of them were hens and they each thought the other was a creeper. 
Somehow—somehow—none of them ever noticed the others. Who needs camouflage when you've got friends this oblivious? Anyway, come on—we all know none of them would actually care if they revealed their precious secrets.
I kinda hope they never do, though. Five best friends, none of whom are human, all convinced that they're the only alien-vex-demon-shapeshifter-thing-nonhuman in the bunch?
That's a joke even this bird-brain can appreciate.
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maccaronimassacre · 6 months
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Thinking about Ada’s concept art for RE:8 and how she would have been a supporting character makes me wonder what kind of dynamic her and Ethan would have had. Would Ethan be naive like Leon in RE2 or would he know that something is up with Ada? Would Ada have known that Ethan was actually a corpse full of mould or would she have just seen him as another means to an end? So many questions that Capcom will never answer.
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I really enjoyed your takes on Baphomet and Orcus as demon lords that might have plausible cults in the mortal world. I’ve gone through and attached similar reasonable-albeit-extreme spheres of influence for most of the other major demon lords I plan to incorporate, but the one I’m getting stuck on is Jubliex. What sort of portfolio or sphere could a giant thinking slime embody that a reasonable, very desperate mortal would choose to worship it? I’m hoping to keep it in a shape that would preserve its 5e statblock, but everything else is fair game.
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Footnotes on Foes: Juiblex, Godsmidden
Juiblex touches on many of the same factors I mentioned in my recent revamp of Zuggtmoy: A "Fill in the Blank Baddie" that is 100% all slime all the time. This doesn't make them a really great villain, which wouldn't be a problem except Juiblex is up there with other demon princes as a pantheon of badguys you can base your late game campaign on. " Slime" isn't really that rich a thematic well to draw from compared to blood oaths, cruelty, or lies, now is it?
So here's my proposed revision: One part tar pit, one part garbage heap, Juiblex is a grotesque amalgamation of all that is unwanted by the gods, a cosmic dumping ground that has spontaneously developed a will of its own. Slithering through the lowest caverns of the underdark, the shadowfell, and the dead realms, bridging them together like a network of interdimensional sewer tunnels.
The actual "being" of Juiblex is dispersed across this septic sea, byproduct of the decay of dead gods, alchemical runoff, cursed artifacts, and innumerable corpses all being broken down and blending with one another into a primordial soup. Bereft of an actual "self", Juiblex experiences flashes of identity and cognition as its internal currents dredge up errant personality traits, with the remains of particularly resistant entities influencing its outlook and personality for decades or even centuries. Lacking anything resembling a cult, Juiblex’s regurgitated personality influences those who’s water it taints, with such blighted individuals feeling the will of the formless lord fermenting in the places between their own thoughts. This alien aliment sometimes progresses into full on possession, with the most dangerous cases retching up the component for a portal and opening up a new interdimensional wellspring for the princeps of ooze.
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While normally contained to the lower reaches of the multiverse, Juiblex's influence sometimes pours through in unexpected places, exuding half-digested horrors upon the face of the world like flotsam left on a beach after a tide. This might be a reason why so many sewers in great and ancient cities seem to spontaneously develop infestations of aberrations and oozes, as well as how relics from forgotten times might end up unleashed on the present. Those tho traverse these dank and fetid chambers might unwittingly seek to dredge Juiblex for more treasures, drawing a little more of the demon-ooze's influence into the world in the process.
Millennia after his defeat, a slain and mostly dissolved war god of has clawed his way to the top of the midden and has begun to direct the princeps of ooze with his desperate desire to get back at the gods that cast him down. Sowing a bit of sickness into the water supply of a military garrison, a cohort of fevered, delirious soldiers now marches through the countryside desecrating temples and raiding villages for supplies. Even if the party is able to route these foes, unless they discover the true nature of the affliction it’s very likely they’ll be fighting a mob of the common people that’ve caught the contagious dissent.
Seeking to avoid the barbarities of lesser folk, a conclave of elves established a city high atop a mountain, retreating into hedonistic indulgence and introspective study while their magic provided for every need. Something went wrong, the city’s water became tainted, and the conclave slowly succumbed to poison while the world below passed them by. Centuries after they were forgotten, the glacier that built up around their abandoned home is starting to melt, releasing their poisonous contents into the local watertable. Flooded mines, sickened townsfolk, and ravening monsters are sure to follow, all under the sway of a local manifestation of Juiblex that thinks it’s a clique of clever, highborn elvan socialites of a forgotten era, their egos and eccentricities all melded into one.
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romansmartini · 14 days
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I love following your blog and loving good omens/ doctor who but not finding David Tennant attractive in the slightest. he is a silly little stick insect to me. like he is 1/10 to me. and I can see why other people find him attractive. BUT. every time I see a picture of him and his wife I get sooo crazy like beautiful lady what the fuck r u doing with that twig. please I could give you everything
no you’re right. if anything georgia tennant is proof that the epidemic of beautiful women hopelessly attracted to skinny little men is ongoing and stronger than ever
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yeonban · 10 days
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Also on the topic of Wammy's children, I adore F SOSOSO much. He was truly THE personification of Wammy's House's ideals (=kind and selfless, wholly willing to die for the cause he's been assigned to aka die in order to save the innocent/good people who cannot save themselves)
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sovamurka · 9 months
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FIRST THREE PAGES OF ALTAN'S BACKSTORY
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Buryatia, Ivolginsky Datsan Khambyn Sume
*Altan, Yuma, their mother and grandmother speak in Buryatian here, Russian translation is in square boxes and I took them as a base for English translation
Mother: ...now take three sips and pour the rest on your head.
Yuma: Hey, are you finished?
Mom: Not yet. Wouldn't it be a shame to leave without touching the wishing stone?
Altan: Wishing stone? I want to go to the wishing stone!
Yuma: What kind of stone, Mom?
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Grandmother: And where did you get this boldness from?
Yuma: From you, grandma, who else?
Grandmother: Well, I guess you are right.
Mother: According to legend, Green Tara touched this stone and left her palm print on it. If a person touches it, asking for the fulfillment of his most cherished wishes, they will surely come true. You need to stand on this line, close your eyes and go straight towards it.
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Altan: Will my wishes not come true now?
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pallastronomy · 10 months
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vox-anglosphere · 1 year
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All that remains of a Dartmoor village lost to the plague in the 1300's
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paontaure · 1 year
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A Plague Tale
2022 © Paontaure
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kappa-crossing · 7 months
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She really has a one-track mind, doesn't she
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mediterraneanmenace · 5 months
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One thing about my story is that there is one occasion in which Raksha angers Raphael enough that he legitimately considers punishing her for it
(She finds and frees Hope, which he didn't tell her about. I'll be honest, Raksha's morals are questionable too but she does draw the line at that)
But, the thing is. She is not a damsel in distress. She can fuck him up if he even tries. 💀
(I babble about Raphael's character within the context of my lore below)
I headcanon he wouldn't really go for a shy, submissive character who immediately gives themselves to him. Raksha herself piqued his attention because he's a narcissist and saw himself in her because they have a similar personality and interests (and who initially outright snobs him).
Before even meeting him she was a holy paladin who rose to fame/is known for the killcount during her raids in Avernus - which does include devils. And yes, the fact she is who she is just adds further salt to the wound for Raphael, being in love with a mortal wasn't enough :D
Let alone if said tiefling has some really suspicious ancestry...
I really want to try and see if I can write him in a romantic relationship in which he views his partner as an equal - if at first because of identification, later because she has her own personality and refuses to bend to his every wish/his trying to outright mold her into being even more like him. They *are* soft and kind of saccharine with each other, yes - but her softness doesn't translate to submissiveness is what I'm saying.
... Plus knowing them the whole altercation mentioned earlier probably ended in angry rough s3x 💀
Also tbf it's funnier for me to imagine he can't EMOTIONALLY bring himself to hurt her. Like he hates himself for it :D
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theflikchic · 1 year
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Me mindlessly scrolling through the RE8 meme tag: People are saying that Donna's house is even scarier in this DLC, I wonder what could possi-
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mustangs-flames · 6 months
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So the reason I think Preacher is a cool design is because it's a distorted nun, and it looks exactly like the ghost of one that supposedly haunted the graveyard of the Abbey in the village where I grew up. The church used to be a nunnery and monastery at points until Henry VIII abolished and dismantled them. All that's left of that part is the nunnery gateway which, like the church, dates back to about 400AD, and this ghostly nun that looks exactly like the Preacher design has been a legend there for centuries (dating at least to the 1600s if not further back). Never saw her myself despite going to the graveyard at night after choir with friends.
So yeah, cool alternate design, it reminds me of the fucked up nun demon that haunted our village that I was obsessed with as a child. 10/10. Big fan.
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