i’m reading up about warforged again and i’m getting emotional

warforged that bond with adventurers because they miss the familiarity of working in a group and receiving orders (quests)

warforged that are overwhelmed with suddenly being responsible for their own lives, after being freed from those who decided everything for them

warforged that want to do good work but are exploited by their employers, and still hated by their coworkers for displacing them and reminding them of the war

religious warforged that find a new home in a group that loves them unconditionally for who they are, not for what they can do

depressed warforged that don’t know what to do and cannot die naturally

clumsy warforged that want to craft and make art, but don’t have a sense of culture yet

beloved warforged that receive ornaments for their bodies by friends and children

i love warforged so much

accidentally got a site's ai assistant bolted down, and I do believe I was personally responsible for it, if only because I found out how to ask it for clothing suggestions in just such a way that it kept trying to find visions of hell in its stock and describing offerings of assorted red and pink scarves as like, insect-mutilated infants

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like I do really think I might be at fault if they ever looked at the logs and saw what happened

Lowkey love the word grasp. There’s a desperation to it. You can never casually grasp something

me: this is a background character who's in one scene, has two lines, and is completely irrelevant to the rest of the story. i am going to stop obsessing over what to name him and use the random name generator on behindthename.com. i am going to accept the first thing it gives me and move the fuck on.

behindthename.com:

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Can I curl around you sweetly in bed like a cat while you pet me and then I start biting you

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sheriff: hold up, why is this one's picture so cute on the wanted poster

deputy: oh, he didn't like the one that was up there so he came into the station and we took a new one

sheriff: HE WAS HERE AND YOU DIDN'T ARREST HIM???

deputy: ah…eto…

sheriff: HOW DID YOU GIVE HIM A FILTER, IT'S 1839

I get so mad when I hear the door open at my job like it's not literally my job to be there and help customers

customer: can't wait to exchange money for goods and services at the store

me: ugh this better not be some asshole looking for goods and services again