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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@battlebreasts
TODAY marks EXACTLY 5 years since I started HRT so to celebrate a personal milestone I'll be indulging in an expensive meal and garbage media all day i might even order pizza on top of my dinner who knows? Enjoy a collection of photos of me that I like <3
So to you whats the difference between realistic and grounded in terms of rpgs and fictional worlds? Ive only ever hesrd them used as synonyms
grounded: serious thought is given to how the evil wizard's army is managing the logistics of feeding a dragon, even if that doesn't come up directly on the page
realistic: dragons cant fly because of the square cube law
happy pride month everybody
Happy Pride everybody
my awsum new idea for another shadow the hedgehog game
Transcicada
“If this card is Special Summoned: You can Special Summon 1 ‘Moult Token’ (Insect/EARTH/Level 3/ATK 0/DEF 0). While the Token Special Summoned by this effect is on the field, you cannot Special Summon monsters from the Extra Deck, except Insect monsters. You can only use this effect of ‘Transcicada’ once per turn.”
The Avengers but for the LGBTQ community
based on this:
If I were an evil emperor in a fantasy world, I would have a an enormous aviary full of exotic birds that are exceptionally well cared for. They would be from a distant enough land that there would be very few people in my kingdom that knew much about them, they would be a friendly but not overly territorial species, and moderately intelligent. Like puffins. They would not, crucially, be able to imitate sounds and 'speak', but they would be very trainable and curious. Occasionally importing new birds for my aviary would be the Big Frivolous Indulgence that my political enemies make fun of.
I will also have a sorceror in my employ. When a hero or a renegade or a political rival is in a situation where I can safely kill them, they will instead be turned into a bird and added to my aviary. I would not brag about this; it would be a complete secret, known only to me and my sorceror. In situations where I capture multiple people working together, only one would go in the aviary;the others can be imprisoned or killed or whatever. If they escape and I reacquire them later, another one can go in the aviary. The point here is that nobody going in the aviary can safely assume that another bird in there is their teammate.
Because I would be trickling real birds in there, too. And I would train some of them to do 'intelligent' things like tap out prime numbers or scratch shapes into the dirt with their beaks. I would train some of them to pick at the locks and bars as if they were trying to escape. I would not train them all the same way, or train many of them at all.
Sometimes, a new bird goes into the aviary -- fellow revolutionary? Or just a bird? Is it trying to communicate to you that it's human, or just being friendly and imitating you because that's what smart friendly birds do? People would develop opinions and theories over time. They'd amass in a group of the smartest ones, pretty sure that they're closest four or five friends are humans, are using their invented little language of wing-flaps and trills with a human mind behind it... but can they ever really be sure?
Most people, when going into the aviary, would assume that all of the birds are captured enemies. So why are some of them hard to have ongoing communication with, to learn about, to plan with? Are these the natural communication barriers of someone in a bird body, or does being a bird make them stupider over time? Will that happen to them also?
Sometimes, if I capture a pair, I'll imprison them separately, then turn one into a bird and put them in the aviary at the same time as a real bird that's trained to have a couple of their partner's mannerisms.
When I interact with the birds, even in private, I won't secretly mock them or make clever veiled references to their past or act at all like I remember that they were once human. They are my birds, that I imported at great expense. And I've brought a treat for them; some fresh fruit, and another friend to share it with! A new bird!
Or is it?
Hey Derin what the fuck
#on tumblr thereso many 'if i were evil' ideas that aren't evil. and then there's this guy. 10/10 villainy. would scar an entire generation.#full villain approval
Look, Evil Emperor is a high bar. Empires are pretty evil by default so if you want to earn the title of Evil Emperor instead of Normal Emperor then you've really gotta put the work in. You can't just do normal greed and oppression and slavery and outright theft and then blame your victims for it, every empire does that, even the ones that pretend they aren't by calling the slavery and theft by some different name. If you wanna be an Evil Emperor then you have to get creative.
If I were an evil empress then I would execute people via an esoteric mind blast power where I'd lead them into a room and burn away their personalities and memories until they were an empty vessel and then send them home to their families, newly innocent and pardoned, where they'd have to be taught who they were and how to live from the ground up like a baby. (Or abandoned, I suppose, depending on the family.) Except I wouldn't actually have any such powers. I'd have a shapeshifting power that I'd use to turn my enemies into a piece of furniture and turn that piece of furniture into them, then send home a polymorphed candlestick or whatever for their family to dote on while my enemy goes on the table to hold candles for the rest of their 'life'.
This would work great for about thirty years until a small mistake in my private records has me swapping some rebel princess with a chair that was actually a mighty warrior I'd transformed two decades ago and he, equipped with the knowledge he's gained from being in my dining room for twenty years and now back in a human body, is able to muster a force to depose me.
Balance the 4 humors!!
Blood
Yellow Bile
Phlegm
Black Bile
We did it!! Your patient is healthy!!!!
First Warioware minigame in Tumblr.
You guys are always like "being crushed by 10,000 tons of rock probably feels good as hell" or "being torn to pieces by hunting dogs would low key fix me" and I feel like those things would actually be unpleasant.
How about "Drinking an ice cold strawberry milkshake probably feels good as hell". Do you guys like that one.
Everyone on LinkedIn is asking me about my new scam, "sandwich capitalism." Since we're buddies, I can explain it to you in little words. You won't even need an MBA like the several honorary ones I've received from august institutions over the last few weeks. Needless to say, I've finally cracked the complete bullshit code that business people use amongst each other, and unlimited power will soon be ours.
Here's how it works. You like sandwiches, right? What if I started a company that charged money, and then we give you a sandwich? You can eat it right now. No subscriptions. No loyalty plans. No pre-ordering. Just money, then sandwich. That's sandwich capitalism, baby, and it's made me a billionaire.
Turns out nobody wants to get involved in a B2B financing matrix to generate comestible tokens that they can later trade in for a future on a theoretical sandwich transaction. That was the old-school thinking of our ancestors. No. We go direct. Cash = you get food today. Fucking incredible that it took an asshole like me to figure it out, but I guess that's just how true innovation works sometimes. You like this Ferrari? I'm trading it in at the end of the day. The valet got some dirt on the floormats.
We're working on some other shit, too. I can tell you about it because we're buddies, as we've already established. One of the guys in the lab, who we found in a ditch in São Paulo and taught to speak English entirely through internet pornography, he figured out that we can take a little bit of extra money for food and have it be delivered to your house. He's calling it a "Pizza Hut." I think we're going places with this.
people are calling my blade made of moonlight that exists only as an illusion bullshit. they say "how can it ignore my shield, as if it wasn't there" and i tell them that it is a blade of illusions. then they ask me "how can a blade of illusions cut through my flesh, that which is surely more real" and i explain that the role of a blade is to cut flesh, and my weapon is most certainly a blade
fun fact: that baby shoes story is mistakenly attributed to hemingway. similar stories showed up as early as 1906, when hemingway would have been around seven
damn i can't believe his writing was this fire when he was seven
this is what having sex with sonic the hedgehog sounds like btw
You should have reblogged that from me… ME…!
