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Hey, people, check this out! Me and my pookie are posting our writing! 😊
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One of the funniest contrasts between Destiny 2 and Warframe is their wandering void traders. Like,
Xûr is always a little hunched and he dresses like he lives in a dumpster. Nothing he says makes sense. His face is made of ethereal tentacles. He says nothing belongs to him and even his will is not his own. Up until a few months ago, you had to search across the solar system for him and sometimes he'd be up in a tree.
Baro Ki'Teer stands on a little box to make himself taller than you. He's literally just a normal human in fancy clothing. He sends you an email to announce that he's arrived and where he is. If you don't show up wearing Gucci he clearly thinks you're a peasant. He sells his own merch.
One is a cryptic space hobo, one is a pretentious art dealer, and I NEED to see what would happen if you locked them in a room with each other
You know... the Destiny and Warframe universes are already both so weird that I don't think Xûr and Baro being romantically involved would even surprise me that much
Well, considering the fact that Xûr can very much legally travel through dimensions, it's also not-that-long-distance ship
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One of the funniest contrasts between Destiny 2 and Warframe is their wandering void traders. Like,
Xûr is always a little hunched and he dresses like he lives in a dumpster. Nothing he says makes sense. His face is made of ethereal tentacles. He says nothing belongs to him and even his will is not his own. Up until a few months ago, you had to search across the solar system for him and sometimes he'd be up in a tree.
Baro Ki'Teer stands on a little box to make himself taller than you. He's literally just a normal human in fancy clothing. He sends you an email to announce that he's arrived and where he is. If you don't show up wearing Gucci he clearly thinks you're a peasant. He sells his own merch.
One is a cryptic space hobo, one is a pretentious art dealer, and I NEED to see what would happen if you locked them in a room with each other
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I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!
(save the images to zoom in on the pics)
Oh, that’s very helpful indeed!
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It turns out that the lich the adventurers had been hired to slay had never actually killed anyone before until the impulsive paladin of the group swung first. Now, as the healer tries to revive them, the rest have to calm the ancient undead mage down from what is undeniably a panic attack.
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Clone trooper armor design and mechanics for The Clone Wars TV series
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When you were brought to Camp Half-Blood, you were told that one of your parents is a Greek god or goddess. You were supposed to be claimed as soon as you got to Camp, but you weren’t. When you’re finally claimed at the bonfire, your godly parent is not what people expect.
First, some looked at my appearance. Stout, stoic girl, round face, wild hair, hazel eyes, always has this grim air around her. They assumed I was Hades's... half-daughter. Which would be fine by me. I mean, having the King of the Underworld for father sounds cool, at least in theory.
Second, after I was seen hanging out with Gabriel from Hephaestus's house – who turned out to be a pretty chill dude and shared my interest in maths and physics, – others assumed I was one of the Hephaestus's lot. Well, it's not like I stopped them from theorising, I myself didn't know my father either. But it was beginning to get annoying.
Third, and the last time they assumed I belonged to House Ares. That's after I got tipsy and decided to have fun by fighting one of the girls from there – Clarissa, I think? Needless to say, got my ass handed to me, but we both had fun and no offense was taken or given. By this moment I was about to have enough with speculations and theories, but thankfully, my supposed father's identity – or even identities, – kept people's traps shut about it for until the grand reveal.
Oh you should have seen the looks at their faces when it turned to be none of the aforementioned Gods.
Anyways, after that situation, I have half a mind to sue Dionysus for child support.
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We're so hyperfixated on our writing thingie, that we even made a cover
I'm starting making videos right after i get the computer back I swear to Omnissiah
Source: archiveofourown.org
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While the ghosts were busy counting Neven's bullet holes, and Nexialist tried to persuade Harvey to calm the heck down and continue the search, the bear counted Toma as one of her cubs.
Yes, the bear, didn't you notice it approaching?
Toma also didn't.
(yes, I am still very excited about finally posting my work)
Lol, it's basically that joke about various cryptids being just crafty bears, but with a twist 🤣
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— So, that's your uncle?
A short witch, whose tail was most likely longer than his stature, was fighting what looked like a giant rat for a prepackaged sandwich. Just as the Tragač have said, in a bright blue trash bag over his clothes, at the train station. Even the exact minute they saw him.
Nex didn’t look bothered, true to the words about capacity to care. Well, Nex didn’t look anything, with his mask on and all, but judging by the tone he calmed down enough to talk to people. Wrench, however, was a whole other story, hands to where the mask covered his mouth, and displayed eyes turning into circles. In a mock-aghast tone, he whispered to Tove.
— Well, that is one crab-handed dumbass.
— Dad's side, I'm guessing
The rat was obviously winning. Wrench shook his head, trying his best to not laugh.
Field research on relation of fashion sense to genealogy this one🤣
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— So, what’s that like?
Since a single poke didn’t do anything, Tove stuck another finger in.
— To be honest, that feels like pus-
— The flashbacks, dammit!
— Ah, there aren’t any.
— Then why the fuck are you still two knuckles deep into my spleen?
— I mean, I thought maybe yours need more time to work, since you’re not a PTSergant of a headache army
... meanwhile PTSergant of the headache army gives away flashbacks like Santa – Christmas presents lol