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didn’t jesus do something similar to that
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honestly you can squeeze so much horror out of the gallows. there's an insane amount of ambient dialogue with so much thought put into it and each act feels so distinct from each other. it really does feel like the area with the most work put into it and it deserved to be...
I have done this. I have a character who’s backstory is mainly built around the horrors of the gallows and it fucked her up immensely. I love her dearly. I’m working on a fic written from the perspective of her diary that’s basically just me using her as a punching bag for like 10+ chapters. Her girlfriend was made tranquil. She’s being routinely abused by men years older than her. She’s claustrophobic and expected to be fine living her life in a confined tower space that’s literally hell. She was Dalish and had her culture violently ripped from her until she resented the Dalish as well. She uses blood magic to cope and harasses Cullen for funsies but is in fact deeply uncomfortable having to exist near him during the time of inquisition.
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Being an honest to god Aveline fan is kinda hard at times because on one side there are people who are like "she sucks she is the worst character ever >:c " and I am like... it's true she does kinda suck but also... it's Da2, one of the most popular characters from there is a guy with mental disability written by someone who clearly hates mentally disabled people and he is the biggest jerk at times and I just find it annoying that we can give some leniency when it's a male character but not when it's a female character clearly written by a raging misogynist.
And on the other hand there will be people like "Aveline is actually the only sane person in the squad." Or "She is the only person who is not a criminal" which is like... no actually I do think she sucks a bit but I also like her because she sucks? And yeah I do wish the game did a lot of things with her better but that doesn't change the fact that I do find her character interesting. That she fits into this criminal friend group, that she can be a bit of a hypocrite, that the law-abiding straight laced guard is clearly just facade for how much she is willing to bend when it's for people she cares about. Those trait do make her bad at her job but my hot take is it's okay if she is kinda bad at her job- the only issue is that the game never quite capitalises on that. Anyway, I love characters who suck and most of all women who suck and I do also mean female characters who suck in a way that is unpleasant, unattractive and would make them really hard to be around irl.
This is what it feels like to me to like Cullen, but kinda the opposite? (Because obviously Cullen doesn’t get hate stemming from misogyny).
Anyone that does hate him hates him because his character arc is kinda rushed in inquisition, and he never really atones for his actions, and yeah. That’s all very much true, and you have to do a lot of headcanoning about either what he did between games or who he is as a character to really get past that. And I get people not liking him based on what’s actually in the games.
But then there’s the people that do like him, and it’s very insane to me, because they act like he has the best character arc ever written and that by the time of inquisition he’s basically just that game’s Prince Charming. And I guess they’re right about the second half? That’s definitely how inquisition wants you to view him. But that guy fucking sucks. That guy sucks so much. That guy was explicitly complicit in an insanely fucked up prison system, and still believes those prisons should exist because he’s more scared of mages due to his own trauma than he’s critical of his organization (which he is critical of, but kinda just because they were drugging him, so his issues still lie with the treatment of Templars rather than the treatment of mages). He’s on fantasy meth right before the start of the game and in active withdrawals the entire time you know him. He never makes attempts to make things right with the people he traumatized, despite saying he feels bad, and any conversations he does have about mages he’s still actively critical of them. He sucks, his character arc is kinda shitty, and I love him for it. Because when you start viewing it as man who still hasn’t completed his character arc and has internalized biases, rather than a perfectly completed character arc, it makes him very interesting. And I really don’t understand why people love him so much but then treat him like he’s just inquisition’s Prince Charming, because he sucks, and I think he’d be a lot more boring if he didn’t suck
Hi, my friend told me to post this. @trender-official I hope you’re happy now.
Please enjoy my Vampire the Masquerade OC Astra and her ghoul Denis.
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The crossovers between Gale and the mages of Dragon Age continue. After Morrigan and Anders, today it's the turn of Solas, one of my favourite characters of the series. I wanted to play on the divine aspect of both, and the costumes they wear when they manifest as such <3
Took me an embarrassingly long time to realize that Gale was, in fact, wearing pants.
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god created man to be penetrated
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i posted this with violence and the crucifixion in mind and you hussies are talking about anal
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me when i lie
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such rage in such a little body
i think he needs to ca
he needs to calm his ti
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{written on pub stationary, stained with aclohol. The hand writing is messy, obviously written in a less than sober state. The paper is creased and crumpled, as though it’s original destination was to be the trash bin. Multiple words are misspelled or crudely scribbled out.}
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Dear Dekarriose Dekarios,
I guess youre actual title now is the Wizard of Waterdeep, it may be inappropriate to still simply call you ‘Dekarios’ or ‘Gale’. I still will, change all you want, detest me all you want for it, I cannot change that image I still have of you from our youths.
A cocky bastard smug young man who probably had a good reason for being smug. A learned young wizard who, despite his inherent talents, buried his nose in a million books a second to learn more. I hated you for it back then. I think I hate you for it now.
I don’t know. I’ve never understood it. I never figured out how you could be more with so much inherent magical talent, but not enough to make you a sorcerer. I never understood how you could be more in control of your magic than a sorcerer. I never understood how we could be the same age, and yet when I first started my academic career at Blackstaff you were already finishing yours. I admired you for it, I hated you for it.
I thought you hated me too.
Not hate, that’s not right. I thought you abdhorred disliked me. I thought in some way, it was okay, we were rivals. We had our fun, I cursed you a few times (if you never knew that was me doing it. Sorry.), you explained every spell you knew in such detail I assumed you were being condescending on purpose. I casted spells with ease without trying but I could never learn a new spell. You learned a million new spells but took great effort in casting them. I hated you for your succeeding where I failed. I thought you felt the same.
I question that recently. I have people who hate me now. It’s not the same. If you did hate me, I guess I liked the way you hated me, it was more fun than how I’m hated now. But did you hate me? Were you being condescending, or did you just like to talk about things you found interesting? Do you even remember a word I’m writing down? Do you remember me? I can’t bame blame you if you don’t. It’s been so many years, even I only remember once I’ve reached the bottom of a bottle, but I remember a lot.
I’m reaching the end of the page. I feel I’ve written a lot about nothing, so I guess it’s time I cut to the chase. I do miss our rivalry, our misadventures, our friendship, whatever you’d call it. I miss Gale Dekarios, the smug little bastard that once tried to tutor me. I miss you.
I wish you the best,
Irisa
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{set before the events of the game, written by my tiefling Tav, Irisa, a wild magic sorceress who briefly did not know she was a sorceress, thus she briefly tried to learn Wizardry at Blackstaff. It did not go well. In her time there she had a rivalrous relationship with Gale, because the two of them were young and immature, and eventually she was expelled from the academy. Years down the line her life is not great, she’s drunk a lot, misses petty arguments with our favorite wizard, reflects on their time together, and wrote this letter and sent it out when drunk and probably forgot all about it come morning.}
Dearest Irisa,
Your letter, though quite barely decipherable, comes as a bit of a shock for me. I did not expect to receive word from you after so many years, and though I can tell you’re not doing exactly the greatest at the time of writing, I hope you’re well otherwise.
It may shock you to know that, despite how many years it’s been, I do remember you. For all it’s worth, I remember the rivalry between us. Who puts a Wizard and a Sorcerer in the same fold? I’ll never understand how that came to be, but it was an enjoyable few years with you there.
I do get that a lot, the admiration and the hatred all mixed in one. It may do well to understand that I am, or, rather, was one of Mystra’s chosen. Though my abilities as a child were to be challenged, it was all because of her. It’s not every day you have an eight-year-old human practicing magic, and Mystra knew that of me. She’s the only reason why I had such control and understanding, though it helped being quite studious.
Despite it all, I can say I never did hate you. You pushed me to countless new limits, helped me see my oddities and how to work through them, and showed me the intensity of magic on a grander scale than reading books ever could. You brought out the best in me, regardless of our differences.
While I didn’t hate you, I can confidently say I did envy your ease in casting spells. If only I could whisk a spell together that easily! Concentration gets the best of me nowadays, perhaps I should have practiced more of that while at the Academy.
I do sincerely apologize for any condescension you may have felt. I tend to do that at times apparently! It was a genuine interest on my part to have someone who shared a similar understanding with me, and I wanted to tell you of all the worlds we could both accomplish. My mother has quipped it as “Galesplaining”, whatever she intends that to mean.
I remember you completely. All the glory, the joy, the hurt, the failure. It’s ingrained in my mind and I doubt I can ever sand it away. I wouldn’t want to, either. You made my time at the Academy more enjoyable than it had been for years. You changed me, in some of the best ways imaginable.
I can’t deny finding myself at the bottom of a bottle stirring over the past, much like yourself, wondering what I could have changed or done differently. Maybe we could’ve stayed friends, that’s a nice alternate reality to think of.
I miss you, too, Irisa, even if you were the cause of all my misdemeanors and failures when my day started on the wrong foot. I have to know, were you the one who caused my portal home to get so out of shape?
When you’re sober, I implore you to visit my tower in Waterdeep. I’d like to catch up with you, it’s been far too long since we’ve spoken.
From the desk of,
𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔
And, for reference, I sort of liked the way you hated me, too.
text reads: gale dekarios
[this time written on a piece of paper that looks like it had been ripped from a journal. Hand writing is still messy, but easily legible, and any words scratched from the paper this time were scratched out due to a rewording not a misspelling. A smell still lingers on the paper, but this time it’s the smell of a flowery perfume, not rancid alcohol.]
Dear Dekarios,
I do not remember sending you a letter.
Now, I don’t doubt I did. As amusing the idea of you creating a fake letter just to send me a correspondence back is, that seems out of your character, I would never expect you to be nearly so… desperate? And unfortunately, writing and sending a letter to a man I haven’t talked to in years while in too inebriated of a state to remember it does not seem out of him.
I hope whatever was in that damned letter of mine was nothing too horrible, though considering your post script, your talk of hatred, and your need to question whether or not I ever mucked up tampered with your portal… I get the idea impression I may have admitted to a few things I am no longer so proud of.
In any case, I am glad to have your correspondence. And I am happy to hear to you didn’t hate me. Trust me, though, you had no reason to envy me. A few spells casted with ease is nothing compared to a large ever growing vast collection of spells casted with little difficulty. You are were Mystra’s chosen after all, you had no reason to envy a simple sorceress, even if I’m still of the belief I have more magic in one horn than an average wizard does in his body. But you are no average wizard.
At least your magic doesn’t come with the ever present risk of turning into a cat though that is rather nice sometimes, or a potted plant, or summoning a mephit, or shrinking, or teleporting into a wall, or blowing yourself up.
You get the general idea.
I’m glad surprised to hear you missed me. If I knew Gale Dekarios, great mage of Waterdeep previous pain in my ass missed my company I may have written sooner, even if only to wonder why. You mentioned yourself in the beginning of your letter that I wasn’t exactly doing the greatest, something I’m not surprised but half ashamed you were able to deduce so easily. You were right. I am not great, but I’m fine. A bit more worse for wear since the last time we’ve met that’s for sure, but fine. Nothing extraordinary, good or bad. The idea you’ve missed my company seems laughable. The fact I’ve somewhat missed yours seems imaginary.
Here is the part I would normally try to defend that I wasn’t drunk when writing you, but quite honestly I doubt I’d fool either of us, so instead I will simply write it is a bold claim of you to assume I’ll ever be sober.
On a more serious note, your offer is kind. I’ll think about it, but more than likely I doubt I’ll ever manage the trip to Waterdeep. I’m not sure if even want you to see me as I am now. The trip to Waterdeep is a long one, and one I doubted I’d have the time nor ability to undergo. As ridiculous as the notion sounds, I have responsibility here. A sister, friends, shockingly a steady enough job I’d prefer not to repeat here.
But who knows, perhaps some day I’ll make the trip simply to see what in the gods’ names I wrote in that initial letter to you.
No matter if I ever make the trip or not, I’d like to keep in touch. You’re right, it’s been too long, but even if we can’t speak, I would like to keep writing you. Assuming my handwriting is more legible this time, of course. And perhaps one day we will get the chance to speak, if you’re ever in Baldur’s Gate, I’m sure you’ll be able to find me lurking around somewhere.
Hopefully not making a fool of myself, but beggars can’t be choosers.
I hope to hear from you, or read from you, again.
With love, a fool
-Irisa
Ps. I’m sorry to say I did tamper with your portal home. A bit. I suppose even if my younger, hormone riddled brain couldn’t figure out if I could tolerate you or not, it knew I didn’t want you to leave.
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Good Traits Gone Bad
Exploring good traits gone bad in a novel can add depth and complexity to your characters. Here are a few examples of good traits that can take a negative turn:
1. Empathy turning into manipulation: A character with a strong sense of empathy may use it to manipulate others' emotions and gain an advantage.
2. Confidence becoming arrogance: Excessive confidence can lead to arrogance, where a character belittles others and dismisses their opinions.
3. Ambition turning into obsession: A character's ambition can transform into an unhealthy obsession, causing them to prioritize success at any cost, including sacrificing relationships and moral values.
4. Loyalty becoming blind devotion: Initially loyal, a character may become blindly devoted to a cause or person, disregarding their own well-being and critical thinking.
5. Courage turning into recklessness: A character's courage can morph into reckless behavior, endangering themselves and others due to an overestimation of their abilities.
6. Determination becoming stubbornness: Excessive determination can lead to stubbornness, where a character refuses to consider alternative perspectives or change their course of action, even when it's detrimental.
7. Optimism becoming naivety: Unwavering optimism can transform into naivety, causing a character to overlook dangers or be easily deceived.
8. Protectiveness turning into possessiveness: A character's protective nature can evolve into possessiveness, where they become overly controlling and jealous in relationships.
9. Altruism becoming self-neglect: A character's selflessness may lead to neglecting their own needs and well-being, to the point of self-sacrifice and burnout.
10. Honesty becoming brutal bluntness: A character's commitment to honesty can turn into brutal bluntness, hurting others with harsh and tactless remarks.
These examples demonstrate how even admirable traits can have negative consequences when taken to extremes or used improperly. By exploring the complexities of these traits, you can create compelling and multi-dimensional characters in your novel.
Happy writing!
This is good food i'm saving this for later.
So a free tool called GLAZE has been developed that allows artists to cloak their artwork so it can't be mimicked by AI art tools.
AI art bros are big mad about it.
Seeing as Twitter is gonna legally steal your work now, please use glaze to protect what you make.
Using both Glaze and Nightshade would corrupt the generation of pictures mimicking artist AND mess with the AI's recognition of what everything is. Like it would generate a dog when you ask for a cat.
And it would be hell for AI bros to remove the cloaked pictures from their database ʕ 👀人ʔ
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what’s the g/t vibe tonight. the size thoughts on ur mind. or anything really. its gt tea time
The angst of a borrower who’s been living with their human buddy for a long time. They trust their human friend, they know their friend would never show them to anyone else, they know their friend would never hurt them.
On purpose.
Their friend keeps them in a jar on the desk while their away for their own protection. They’re no longer as skilled as they were with a needle, they probably can’t defend themself against rats and bugs as well.
So what if their human friend forgets to take them out occasionally.
Their human friend gets them food after all.
So what if they forget to give them so much as a cracker some days.
So what if their human friend has started to treat them more like a pet than a roommate.
So what if their human friend has started to get frustrated when they get too hyper?
Their human friend saved them after all. They wouldn’t have been capable of taking care of themself forever, not at their small size.
That’s what their human friend tells them at least. As they recount how their human friend used to treat them. How they used to sleep on a pile of cotton balls on the bedside table, how they used to get free roam of the house when their human friend was away. How they used to have deep and genuine conversations that lasted for hours.
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my friend was testing perfumes out at the store and she sniffed a bottle and anounced "ngl this bitch kind of sucks" The girl at the counter suddenly looked really sad, and my friend was like "I'm sorry, I wasn't talking about you." And the girl looked up and said "No don't worry, I didn't think that, but I just crushed a ladybug with my shoe" We both took a peak over the counter. she'd stepped on a red m&m