Fact 1: In most versions of Dungeons & Dragons, when infected – as opposed to natural-born – lycanthropes transform under the full moon, they assume the default alignment of their type during the ensuing mindless rampage.
Fact 2: In most versions of Dungeons & Dragons, the default alignment of werebears is Lawful Good.
Conclusion: When an infected werebear transforms under the full moon, they go on a mindless Lawful Good rampage.
okay but the potential for an unrequited!sareth x shrike is OFF THE CHARTS. like???? the idea of sareth just being There with his feelings for a multitude of reasons (either too focused on magic, denial, or otherwise - maybe the good 'ole later, but not now) and then shrike find's rook's mom and sareth is even MORE JUST. THATS FINE. but then shrike DIES and he's like. welp. and then ROOK COMES AND HE'S LIKE AW SHIT. AW SHIT I GOTTA TAKE CARE OF SHRIKE'S SON NOW I HATE IT HERE (he doesn't, but think of a steven universe pearl type thing)
oh and also (check the tags of og post for actual synopsis) walter melons and ava green (yes i realize ava's from hhlr not teve tv but shhhh) also team up and try to solve the murder. just because i wanted ava "im too sober for this" green and walter "it's too early for this, yes i know it's 2 in the afternoon" melons to team up because either they'd absolutely be the best of friends or hate eachother, no in between and that's WONDERFUL
hi ! i know im not really all that active on here anymore (im more active on my main), but just wanted to say that i changed my ao3 account's name to strawb3rry_tea! my old one was viawkwardperson, which was a username from when i was like. ten lol
🌗 seeing as the original story im writing is lovers-to-enemies, im legally obligated to say angst LOL
🧑 have not written fanfic in literal years but malark, i suppose. if not my oc, evelyn
💕 have only really published padark (is that the ship name?) so that by default. if not, tara/evelyn, my wonderful lovers-to-enemies oc's.
📚 again hhlr by default, but if i were to write other fanfics, probably hades
🍑 absolutely not!
🥰 him! i poured my life and soul into that one and even if it wasn't a literary masterpiece it was very cathartic to write
🏆can i say none of them? LOL all of the fics ive written are from over a year ago so now naturally i look at them and cringe LMAO i should definitely start writing more dear god i didnt think it was that long ago i published him-
💎 any trope that will make the reader suffer! but also as for actual writing, probably cute coffeeshop/cafe au's that are aesthetic and have no real plot but they're still nice. probably why the main character in my original story was a baker LOL
🌍fantasy au's if the source material is modern, modern au's if the source material is fantasy
🍄lmao bold of you to assume that i write. but in all actuality for my recent writings, i brainstorm parts of the plot and about the characters as a sort of brain writing warm up, and then i start writing the parts that need writing.
💡my life and the feelings that come w/ it! for my recent works (that are unpublished LOL), other books!
🕶 au's babeyyyy
📒maybe! i had a lot when i was into hhlr, but then i fell out of it. mostly it's my oc's that i write abt nowadays, but i have been thinking abt possibly writing hades fanfiction!
🎤"Jaxson really did hate the wind." Oh you thought this would come from a serious fanfic that i published on ao3 or tumblr? lmao no! this is from a fan/friendfic that i wrote about my friend's oc's and it was a comedy about a modern, no powers au about how the main two love interests meet - by jaxson's final project for his art class blowing into ophelia's face.
🎁 "She left the pie to burn." :) the pie has absolutely no symbolism for tara's character whatsoever :) hope and faith in that if you worked hard enough at something it would work out, like her and evelyn's relationship? in a pie? noooooo :))))
Malark had been laid off from his job and his mother was in the hospital. And he remembered that one Saturday night, where he was lying in bed and staring at the ceiling when he got the call. White light illuminated the dark room, and he was going to let it go to voicemail, but then he saw the caller.
Paddy <3
He dragged himself into a sitting position and answered, “Hello?”
“Hi! I’m sorry for calling but you know that one guy I talked about earlier? From the coffee shop?” This was the happiest Paddy had sounded in weeks. He sounded happier than when he had gotten his cat. “I asked him out! And he said yes.”
Malark’s heart sank. “Oh, really? That’s.. That’s great! Where are you guys going?”
Paddy didn’t notice Malark’s strained voice and went on, “The apple orchard! We’re gonna go there after we both get out of work on Monday, right before sundown.”
Malark had been there when Paddy had gone to that orchard for the first time. He was the one to show it to him. Paddy had been practically bouncing with excitement the entire time. Right before sunset, Malark had led him to a hill overlooking the orchard. Bathed in the fading golden rays and with a sparkle in his forest-green eyes, Malark almost confessed to Paddy right then and there.
But then he had decided against it, to wait for another time. And then a new coffee shop had opened across from the bakery Paddy worked at.
“That’s amazing! Are you gonna lead him to that hill during sunset?” Malark felt like crying. The words he said weren’t his.
“Yeah! I, uh, know you’re dealing with a lot right now so if you don’t want to that’s completely fine, but can you come over tomorrow and help me pick out what I’m going to wear? I have a couple ideas but I want a second opinion.”
“Oh, sure,” Malark choked out.
“Oh, thank you so much!! I’ll make it up to you somehow, if you ever need my help, I’ll be there in a jiffy!” Paddy seemed so happy.
They said their goodbyes and then Malark was left alone in the darkness of his empty room again.
And then the next morning Malark was staring at an array of oranges, yellows, and reds flung across Paddy’s room as the man in question paced back and forth.
“I’m doomed.”
Malark laughed, and said, “You’ll probably look good in anything you decide on. What about this sweater with those pants?”
Malark knew it was an awful decision, as Malark himself wore nothing but black and very, very dark blue. But Paddy stopped and considered it. “Maybe those pants with that jacket and that shirt?” And when Malark had a spark of hope, he said, “No… then I’d need something to balance it out…”
Out of the corner of his eye, Malark saw a simple grey scarf that he gave Paddy in high school. He didn’t know that Paddy still had it.
Paddy followed his line of sight, and then gasped, “That’s perfect! I like your way of thinking!”
“I didn’t know you still had it.”
Paddock walked over to where it was perched, by the window, and picked it up. “Of course I do! Perfect for all occasions, even in the summer!” He then stopped, and then burst out, “Oh of course! I absolutely have to wear it! The date would have gone terribly without it! It’s my good luck charm, of sorts.”
Malark’s heart twisted at the sight of the jubilant brunette, but he laughed anyways.
A couple months later, and he got a call from Paddy. His boyfriend, Oscar, hadn’t shown up to the restaurant that they had made a reservation for weeks ago. Apparently, a couple of friends from Paddy’s job were also there, and Paddy seemed close to crying.
And then Malark made the second worst decision in his life.
“Do you want me to come over there and pretend I’m Oscar?” Malark asked, “To avoid the extra embarrassment, y’know? I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of them before.”
Paddy gave him the okay.
And that was how Mr. Dundragon found himself sitting next to Paddy, pretending he was the man Paddy loved. Every word made his heart sink lower and lower. Once, Malark had to excuse himself because he felt much too close to crying and his chest was wound too tight and his breaths just a little too close together and a bit out of his control.
The lights were a bit too bright as he walked to the bathroom and everything was a bit too loud. He quickened his pace and the second he shut the door to the bathroom, tears spilled out of his eyes and his breathing had no rhyme or reason. Gasping, he clawed at the navy blue tie that was choking him.
He was in there for fifteen minutes. When he came out, his face was blotchy and red and he was so, so tired. As he came back, silence filled the table and everyone stared, but no one questioned it out loud.
“Sorry about that.. I, um,” He tried to fill the void.
“Oh, don’t worry about it! What’s important is that you’re here now!” Paddy tried, and Malark had no idea what he felt. Was he mad at him? Embarrassed? Something else?
The next time the waiter came around, Paddy asked for the bill. Malark felt like shrinking into his seat and went to pull up his hood, only to realize it wasn’t there.
It was an old habit from college and Paddy noticed.
After his coworkers left, they awkwardly stood in the parking lot, and then Paddy asked about it.
“Oh, that, uh, it was just the, ah, it was just that I didn’t expect the restaurant to be so crowded, is all.” Malark found he had been saying ‘um’s’ and ‘ah’s’ a lot recently.
Paddy didn’t buy it, but he didn’t push the topic.
As the years went by, Paddy and Malark drifted apart. Or, more like, Malark pushed Paddy away. He didn’t mean to, but about half the time he saw Paddy, Oscar was there too, and he couldn’t take it. They had been friends since elementary school, and Malark had ruined it.
He hadn’t heard from Paddy in half a year, when he got something in the mail.
You’ve been invited to Paddy Whitlaw’s and Oscar’s…
What's your guys opinion on fans making OCs (some say FC's for "Fandom Characters") in the HHLR world? This is a fandom, but it's also a personal campaign you all made and we wanna respect you guys, so I wanted to ask how you guys felt about HHLR OCs before doing/making anything. I don't know if anyone said anything in the past and I apologize if something was said and I couldn't find it.
We’re ok with it!
I would imagine it might be hard considering you don’t have much world info to go on but I would love to see some Kadarians appearing for sure.
I’m feeling very much in the giving spirit lately, so I decided this would be a fun time to run a giveaway! The winner will receive a custom bust portrait of the character of their choice.
But wait, there’s a catch…
You can’t win this for yourself.
In order to enter, you must reblog and tag someone else you wish to nominate for an entry. Maybe there’s that mutual who’s always liking and reblogging your work with super sweet tags, or maybe someone surprised you with a fic or a piece of art recently and you’d like to do something kind in return. Or maybe you just know of someone who could use a little extra cheer this month. This is your chance to share some fandom love with them!
Rules:
1 reblog = 1 entry. For the purposes of this giveaway, likes will not count as entries. (Because you can’t tag someone in a like.)
Tag as many folks as you like! Each tag will enter that person into the drawing.
Reblogs without any tags don’t count, as you can’t win for yourself.
Subsequent tags won’t enter someone twice. It’s gonna be hard enough to type all these names into a spreadsheet once! (But even if you think someone might have already been tagged, you can still do it–it’s always nice to know someone was thinking of you!)
The winner will be chosen and announced on December 26th. They will receive a digital piece of art featuring a bust illustration of the character of their choice on a transparent or solid background.
What I will draw:
Original and canon characters - I’m most familiar with the Dragon Age, Mass Effect, and Harry Potter fandoms, but I can also draw your D&D Character or an OC from another fandom, as long as they’re mostly humanoid and you can give me plenty of info and references! (Piercings and tattoos are welcome as long as they aren’t super intricate.)
Humans, elves, qunari, dwarves, goblins, tieflings, etc. are all on the table!
What I won’t draw this time:
Mech and/or furry characters. I’m just not great at them, TBH.
Complicated outfits/armor. The finished piece will be a bust, so I’ll do whatever is visible from the shoulders up if you want clothing and jewelry included, but it should be fairly simple.
Animals. They take more time, and I need more practice at them to really feel good about doing them for other people.
thank you so much @gugle1980 @chillyrose @auroraborealia and @princessvicky01!!! <3 I see so many people I love reblogged but I’m going to add @lechatrouge673 @thebakerstboyskeeper @muses-circle @athdhea @aurianavaloria @serafinetheangel @whatsherfacewrites L)
The team at The Shrieking Wizard Co. would like to thank everyone for your patience leading up to this moment, and for your ongoing support! We really hope you enjoy this episode are looking forward to what is yet to come.
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oh yeah also i was trying to get a new fic out today but i just got home a little while ago and it’s 10pm so
but here’s what the name of the google doc is at this moment for it:
“MALARK HELP ME SHE’S ON THE FRIDGE”
