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Relistening to stolen century hurts every time. Idk what kind of magic griffin weaved into it, but no matter how many times I relisten it still hits just as hard. Like, huh, it's all about love, isn't it? It's about trying your best, about trying to protect your family, about fucking up and trying to fix it. It's about "I love you" and "I'm sorry" and "it'll be harder if you remember me" and "you die, but it's okay because you know they made it". It's about starting again and again, about questioning your morals, about doing your best, about learning to lean on people, about having that taken away from you. Its about feeling love and trust and pain without knowing their target. That's life, isn't it? I need to lie down.

two dee six?" "tooty six

my dm vs me

Long Stair Vibes

Labyrinth Crossing I saw this photo in a world building prompt post and I had to draw it, adding some elements from my Monster of the Week game. My players went through a labyrinth type dungeon recently so I felt it fitting to put them here :)

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Warlock patron: Corn

If you don't block, you don't need to care! :D Make that math for your attackers!

Me, person who's been playing Magic for ten years, hearing about the new rule for attacking/blocking creatures: wait... you can block an attack with multiple creatures?????

I do consider Wolverine's interactions with Jean and Scott in the first X-Men movie to be sort of an inverse unicorn hunter scenario. sometimes the unicorn hunts you. aggressively.

i always thought that scene in the taz balance finale where merle reconnects with pan and casts zone of truth to burn away the hunger was kind of a tongue in cheek moment where clint casts his signature spell and griffin as the dm humors him by given it a huge affect. like fun but not too noteworthy. but i literally just realized what a phenomenal moment it really was. because the hunger is nihilism. it's hopelessness and pessimism. but the zone of truth dispels all lies and dishonesty. they cant exist under its spell. and that's what nihilism is. a lie. and so when merle cast zone of truth he burned away the lie of hopelessness and if you don't think that's the best thing ever i don't know what to tell you.

Do you know what its like to be trans?

Urban Fantasy concept: Minotaur as an emergent phenomenon. Any sufficiently labyrinthine structure, left unattended for long enough, has a chance of generating a minotaur, if the area is properly “primed” by any kind of mass “sacrificial” death; from there the minotaur self-perpetuates by murdering Urbex practitioners, health inspectors, and dumb teens looking for a hangout. 

Premodern Minotaurs were generated at human sacrifice sites and perpetuated themselves due to, you know, already existing at human sacrifice central. Contemporary Minotaurs are generated at the sites of major industrial accidents resulting from negligence, such as the triangle shirtwaist fire, mine collapses, and the Chernobyl meltdown.

@imcreativeiswear i did this to a dnd group, and it was really fun

My absolute favorite part about Control is Jesse’s nightmare at the end. It’s so fascinating, standing around and listening to what everyone has to say. Emily, giggling over the phone about boys. Underhill, scared to death that Marshall - now a secretary - has taken ill and can’t bring the Director his mail. Arish and Langston are crammed into the Exec security booth, blabbering on about how great Trench is (then how terrible, in the second iteration). 

And the imagery: in the second iteration, some of the Hiss-possessed employees will shift randomly into different forms if you stand around and watch long enough. It’s terrifying and grotesque. The mug on the table will shift into a skull, then into a book, then disappear. 

But most interesting to me is a small line of dialogue in the second iteration: Emily says something along the lines of, “oh, that’s the new girl. Rumor has it she was promoted from somewhere in Maintenance. She has no idea what she’s doing and has to have everything explained to her.”