i don’t think people really get how little feedback fanfic authors actually get? like the effort to reaction ratio is so abysmally skewed here that a fic nearly 50,000 words long takes an entire year to amass like. 16 comments. someone reblogged a fic i wrote at 4 am and tagged it with a 5-word compliment and i can’t stop thinking about it, not because it was so nice but because half the time you post a fic you’re going to hear nothing and anything feels like so much
fandom culture is so, so good about giving artists the credit they’re due, but we gotta start doing that for writers too. you’ve got no idea how much people put into their stories and get maybe a handful of reblogs and a dozen-odd kudos. that’s not enough. writing is an endurance sport and y’all need to start giving fic writers a reason to endure it and improve their craft. encourage writers like you encourage artists. reblog fics, leave tags, leave comments, acknowledge that these stories do not just spring into being for your entertainment.
every single damn writer i know feels like half of their readers see them as a machine. that’s gotta change.
Toes, at only 14 ran away from home after hearing his parents speaking of abandoning him in the woods because of his “witchcraft”, he quickly took off before dawn, leaving the farm and making for the city as any surrounding farms would recognize him and return him home. living as a beggar on the streets of Blackbottom learning of his gifts in secret.
One night when food and shelter ran particularly scarce, desperate for warmth. He conjured a violent burst of flame that nearly left him without hair altogether and through the wild and unpredictable nature of his gift, turned three of his toes to solid gold. Cutting these toes off to sell, since he has never been seen in anything but noble garb
Hearing of the chain arriving in town and of the magic user among them with seemingly very similar talents to his own, toes immediately set to getting onto the crew. To maybe find a mentor and the safety in numbers.
in game Toes is a human wild magic sorcerer with a street urchin background, he dresses and speaks finely, even in combat, to give no hint at his lowly beginnings, he is humble but immensely greedy.
i don’t know how to format or edit pictures but i had to add the stuff @wojtekbc sent me
Spent the morning listening to MCDM’s campaign premiere! It was really intense!!!!
My thanks to Anna for gifting us with this Sassy Evil Boi. 10/10, would praise Asmodeus under his intimidating gaze.
Alternative explanations for why your fantasy setting has powerful magic items just lying around where any random schmuck can pick them up:
Up until a couple hundred years ago, the world’s magical background radiation level was much lower than it is today. Most of magic items were once minor lucky charms and simple household conveniences; being designed to function in what’s now considered a low-magic environment, their effects have not only increased considerably in power, but have also become warped in unexpected and frequently ironic ways.
It’s impossible to create a magic item on purpose. Random objects just become magical, and nobody really knows why. Living things are never affected, and the phenomenon seems to favour manufactured objects over natural ones, though it’s unknown whether this is a real trend, or a reflection of the fact that people rarely “use” natural objects in ways that are likely to trigger any powers they might possess.
Magic items are actually the larval form of monsters. They spend the first part of their life cycle sessile, feeding off of the heroic destinies of the adventurers who carry them. When those adventurers eventually TPK, it triggers the next stage of the items’ development; shortly thereafter, the items “hatch” into a new colony of monsters and spawn the next generation of magic items, continuing the cycle.
There exists a possible future where the forces of Order and Chaos fuck up so badly that the world is torn apart and smeared across its own past. The wreckage of that future are/have been/will be raining down over the entire span of history leading up to it. Being indestructible, magic items comprise the bulk of the debris, but sometimes creatures, buildings or chunks of terrain make it through, which is where dungeons come from.
The world’s supply of magic items is actually very limited, but is constantly being manipulated by the gods to place them in the paths of people who will make best use of them – where “best use” is defined roughly as “hey, you know what would be hilarious?”. The random magic item tables the GM rolls on aren’t a game-mechanical conceit, but a completely literal modelling of the gods’ decision-making process.
There are no such thing as magic items. Sometimes ordinary objects just do things when adventurers pick them up. Almost no-one knows this.
Gotham Girls RPG redesign for fun :) They actually make a very well-balanced team! I was originally going to do them all as knights but then saw Mindy Lee’s Poison Ivy Druid and got inspired. www.instagram.com/kelseyeng32
good news everyone. crows no longer need instructions to build tools and have started building them from memory, as well as passing the knowledge onto future generations of crows. oops!
Finally finished! I had these sitting in my cr folder for a few months and I finally got them done. This is just a fun project where I chose outfits for the mighty nein based on stuff in my pinterest fashion board.
Edit: I’m seeing people point out that the caleb’s wearing a warrior cat shirt. Yall, I completely forgot that was the shadow clan symbol. The shirt that I based his outfit on just had a black square on it that I gave cat ears.
The Chain of Acheron, Helltrooper Beebee.
“I’d put an arrow through you if I weren’t sloshed. Wait right there, I still might.”
Human ranger, footsoldier, and tavern regular
Too confrontational for his own good, which often led to him being chased up trees when he was younger, where he’d then pelt his aggressors with a slingshot… because he hadn’t annoyed them enough.
Plays dumb but secretly loves reading about and studying nature.
Followed by a cat who refuses to leave him alone, he’s taken to calling it Little Bastard. In turn, other helltroopers named him Big Bastard, shortened to Beebee.
When fire came to Blackbottom, he grabbed his boy and ran for the only safety he knew: the forest.
Stranded on a burning continent with his fellow helltroopers and, most importantly, his cat, Beebee’s main goal for now is to regroup with the remainder of the Chain and take revenge against Ajax for interrupting his ale.
>“I didn’t miss, it was a poorly timed warning shot.”
>“Magic… makes me itchy. Put that damned fire out.”
>“You think I’m scared of you? I could tie both arms behind my back and it still wouldn’t be a fair fight.”
>“I hate this lil’ bastard but if you ever call him ‘Mr. Fluffy’ again, I’ll poison your soup.”
A little late, but here’s my first helltrooper. Not my first choice but he was the easiest to find pics for and I really wanted to get something out. I’ll probably go back and tweak him until I’m more satisfied with it, but for now I need to get an emissions test so like 😬
agnes montague kiss me challenge
sketches of the LADS!!!
(Paisley @wojtekbc, Mint @ me, Hawthorn @fisyx, Hops @zarozinia, Footpad @xynnos, Beebee @the-zoa)
It seems like people in chat don’t get that the idea of a magician’s ‘true name’ having power over them is something that’s almost a constant in fantasy. It’s as much a “reference” as fighting a dragon ‘references’ Beowulf.