She/her | BG3, original works, RDRO/RDR2 | Just doing this for fun, but helpful criticism is welcome!
Currently on a huge RDR2 kick
PFP is from me from YEARS ago from a DnD campaign I was in! Alak is my sorcerer and was not to be trusted with babysitting the barbarian's child.
A/N: Hello!! Have some more of my two favorite things
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CW: Blood, mentions of Appalachia's snack, religious imagery
Caliban’s Rest, New Hanover - 1898
Katherine.
She took a deep breath. Maybe if she ignored her, she’d leave her alone.
Katherine, you cannot ignore me.
The red head took a deep breath, closing her eyes tightly.
“Yes, Appy.”
The yellow one is bothering me, again.
“He’s young, Apps.”
Incorrect. It is 5 years old, it is fully grown.
Katherine glanced back, looking at the annoyed expression on Appalachia’s face to the young stallion’s nervous nudging to the older mare.
The dappled palomino Standardbred, whom she lovingly named Texas Spook’em for his flighty nature, was bought from a stable in Valentine. He spooked incredibly easily, often shoving his head into her armpit to shield himself. A gentleman with a heart of gold that jumped at his own shadow. It didn’t take long for her to fall in love with him.
“He’s nervous, Appy- be the kind older mare and comfort the younger one.”
No. It annoys me.
Katherine rolled her eyes, her lips giving way to a small smile, “Buckle up, Apps, you’ll have to deal with him until after this job. We’re heading North after a, uh-” she grabbed the bounty poster out of Appalachia’s saddle bag, ignoring her huff of annoyance, “-Micah Bell III. Last seen on the other side of the Grizzlies. Worth $300.”
Joy- I will freeze.
“Think on the bright side, Appy- you can get a frozen treat and I’ll blame it on frostbite.”
Hmm… that does fill me with delight.
“It means a lot that it means that much to you, Apps.”
-
In the end, Appalachia did not get her treat, and Kathy knew that she would be upset. She didn’t expect Micah to be such a good shot, didn’t anticipate him actually hitting her. It wasn’t the first time that she’s been shot, but she prided herself on being able to sneak into melee range and taking her bounties out that way.
But Micah Bell was a damn fine shot, a sleazebag and he smelled god awful. But still a fine shot.
Kathy’s hand was pressed against her oozing side, warm blood quickly turning cold and sticky as the Grizzlies’ snow went from a soft dusting against the frozen ground to the wind steadily climbing in speed and dropping in temperature.
Panic began to claw at her insides, yet she still forced her breaths to even out. It wasn’t going to help if she panicked. There had been that abandoned town- Colter, she believed it was. Appalachia loved places that smelled of death, it would be the perfect place to hunker down to wait for her.
Kathy never even made it there, vision going blurry. Her mind shifted to her companion. Appalachia would often regale her with tales of places she’s been, of people passing in often horrific ways. But the most peaceful of them that she would speak of was of those who would freeze to death.
Humans often get confused as their body slows, falling unconscious until their heart stops. They don’t feel pain as they die. I’ve seen some hallucinate odd things- seen some rip their clothes off as they believe they are burning.
That had been one of Appalachia’s more talkative nights, one of the first winters that they had spent together. It truly gave a glimpse into the horrifying reality that was to be her life.
And now her death.
A bobbing light filtered through the snow, her squinted eyes catching them. Is this the hallucination that Appy spoke about? To see the light at the end of it all? The odd creature that she was would speak of people seeing their God, whatever it may be, at the end of their life- was this her’s? God coming with his divine retribution of the sins she has committed? Or perhaps he has chosen to forgive her, for she had no choice with the cards she had been dealt? His holy light shining through the wall of snow, steadily getting closer to offer her his unconditional love and redeem her. Or, maybe, it was Lucifer himself shining the way to her damnation.
Kathy’s vision faded out, before fading in again to be met with the most loveliest face she had ever seen.
Snow flushed cheeks, hair like straw and eyes like the sweetest chocolate framed by the most loveliest of lashes. Beautiful; handsome, even.
If this is Lucifer, then I pray that God will forgive me for the Devil is beautiful.
Kathy’s vision faded to black.
-
Hell was not as fire and brimstone as Kathy thought it would be. It was comfortably warm and cozy. Woolen blankets, soft crackle of a fire, and hushed conversations.
Tense, hushed conversations.
That wasn’t good.
Kathy cracked her eyes open, blearily taking in her surroundings. It took a moment for everything to come into view, but when it did she decided that no, she wasn’t in hell. From what she could see she was in a decently sized well lived in home, the shutters letting in bits of cold when the wind decided to add a crescendo to its grand symphony. Currently, she was laying on the floor covered in blankets and wrapped in bandages over the wounds she had sustained. Her head turned to the whispers, a man and a woman mumbling to each other. Kathy could only assume it was about her.
The young red-head began to sit up, grunting through the pain. This seemed to catch her host’s attention, their whispering stopped.
“Oh, you’re awake- please don’t move, ma’am-” the man spoke, rushing towards her. Kathy let him lay her back down, catching the man’s concerned gaze. Blue eyes, brown hair- not the person who found her.
“Where am I?” She croaked out, feeling her tongue be heavy and dry in her mouth.
The man smiled, “You’re far to the East of Spider Gorge. My name is Jake and my wife-” he gestured to the woman he was speaking with originally, “-Sadie was the one who found you while she was hunting.”
Kathy glanced over at Sadie, recognition hitting her as she met her eyes. Jake was right, this was who found her. Chocolate eyes that glared at her, her lips nothing but a tense line. Face framed by wild hair reminiscent of a field of hay after a good harvest.
“... Kathy. Uhm- thank you.”
There was a second of silence before Jake spoke up, “It was no problem, but we do have to ask what… happened to you.” he got up while speaking to her, grabbing a cup and filling it with a steaming liquid before returning to her.
Kathy turned back towards Jake, a shaky hand reaching up to accept the cup. A single sip told her it was coffee, making her heart stutter for a second. Appalachia hated the smell of coffee, would often curl her lip in disgust and attempt to kick her pot over. She took a moment to reply, swallowing and taking a breath, “I was after a bounty. I stepped on an unlucky twig, and he got a lucky shot.”
Sadie then spoke up, “Who and where was he when you got shot.”
Where Jake’s voice was warm and kind, Sadie’s was rough and calculated.
“Micah Bell III, though I doubt he’s anywhere close to here, ma’am. If we’re to the east of Spider Gorge, that means we’re in Amabrino. He was in the state north of here.”
“Did you travel alone?”
“Just me and two of my horses, ma’am.”
There was a lull in conversation before Jake spoke next, glancing at the windows before back at her.
“What are the breeds?”
“A Palomino Dabble Standardbred, and a Buckskin Brindle Missouri Fox Trotter.”
“Their names?”
“Texas Spook’Em, though he… doesn’t ever really respond to it, and Appalachia.”
Jake nodded slowly, listening to her responses as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
“Were they with you when you got shot?”
Kathy shook her head, “Yes and no. I left Texas a good bit away, but Appalachia came with me.”
Jake pulled up a chair and sat on it next to where she sat on the floor, “That Appalachia sounds like she’d fetch a hefty price- do you think this Micah Bell fella grabbed her? You were alone when Sadie found you.”
Kathy snorted, shaking her head with a wince as her side pulled painfully, “No, that horse won’t go anywhere if she doesn’t want to. The bastard is bound to lose a hand if he tries to force her.”
That wrangled a grating snort from Sadie who had moved to their small kitchen, sounding like she was fixing something to eat.
Jake smiled a little, “Sounds like a loyal horse.”
“More like a pain in my ass, but… she’s saved my ass more times than I can count. I owe her everything.”
Silence enveloped them once more, before Kathy broke it.
“I can be out of ya’ll’s hair as soon as I heal up enough to travel out there. Or as soon as that damn horse finds me.”
Sadie didn’t seem to have any qualms with that, nodding along with her. Jake, however, had to argue.
“Now, hold on- you’ve been out of it for the last two days. You’re not leaving until you completely heal. We’ll keep an eye out for your horses.”
“Sir-”
“Jake-”
“It’s out of the question! You almost died. You will leave until you are healed, and we’ll keep an eye out for the horses.”
Kathy could see Sadie didn’t like this outcome, but the blonde kept her mouth shut until Jake got closer, ripping into the taller man in hushed whispers.
The young bounty hunter sighed, finishing off her coffee before laying back down to attempt to find some form of rest.
-
Kathy was stuck there for a week after she awoke until something happened. She has spent her time helping them with menial chores. Where Sadie and Jake could hardly darn their own socks, Kathy took care of it. When she could stand, she helped them with their dishes. When Sadie decided to break out her harmonica one night, Kathy was there to drum out a beat while Jake sang. It was wonderful while she was there, but she felt empty. There was a piece missing from her, and she couldn’t quite place it until the morning of the seventh day.
Pure dread crawled up her spine, digging icy claws into her skin. It was familiar, a piece that she had been missing.
Kathy noticed immediately that she wasn’t the only one who noticed it, eyes tracking Sadie’s movement as she reached for her repeater. Jake grabbed his cattleman from their bedside table.
The red haired woman smiled a little, finishing off her morning coffee before getting up to wash out her cup in the hot bucket of water sitting in the sink.
Sadie raised her brow at her, watching her.
Kathy grabbed her things; the coat with the bullet hole she mended, her bloodied winter gloves, her old tiltham hat, and lastly she grabbed her old Navy Revolver and Lichfield Repeater. She turned towards her hosts with a smile, “Thank you both for your hospitality but it’s best I go now.”
It surprised her when Sadie spoke first, “Now, hold on- something ain’t right outside. You’re still healing, it might be best you let us handle this.”
Kathy gave her a smile and was about to speak when an angry squeal sounded from outside, followed by a nervous whicker. She knew that tone very well.
“... that would be Appalachia, my horse. She can be very demanding.” and with that Kathy opened the front door, stepping out into the cold.
Appalachia stood at the bottom of the steps, ears pinned back and dried blood on her muzzle. Texas Spook’Em stood behind her, ears lowered and pressed against her flank.
You promised me butter with every meal.
Kathy sighed, raising a hand to scratch at her forelock, “I know, I’m sorry. I’ll repay you.”
You will.
“I thought Tex annoyed you.”
The stallion in question moved closer to the older mare as a large gust blew past them.
He has been… tolerable.
Kathy cracked a grin, shoving down a snort.
“Your horses?”
Oh, right, they had company. At this Kathy glanced back, seeing Jake and Sadie at the door.
“Like I said- she can be very demanding.”
Jake nodded distractedly, cattleman going down as he began to force himself to relax. Sadie never relaxed, the repeater still held in her hands as she watched the odd mare.
Sadie didn’t trust Appalachia. Smart woman. Glancing back at the odd creature that was Appalachia, she found her staring back at the blonde.
“Thank you for saving me, but I should get going now.”
Jake raised a hand, “Let us at least get you some things for the road.”
Hours passed after leaving the Adler’s Homestead when Appalachia decided to speak again.
That woman is not one to take lightly.
Kathy frowned, clenching Texas’ lead rope in her hand, glancing down at Appalachia with furrowed brows, “How do you mean?”
When a she-cat is cornered and injured, how do you think she responds?
The red haired woman raised her brow at her companion, “You aren’t makin a lick of sense Apps.”
Answer the question, Katherine.
“Fine, uh- a cat would lash out and maim.”
Precisely.
“What does that have to do with Mrs. Adler?”
She will be cornered and she will maim. I see it in her eyes.
Kathy’s frown deepened, glancing back at where they came from.
What is that phrase humans love to say about a woman’s wrath?
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
And Hell shall tremble in her wake, for once she is done there will be nothing left.
A/N - Hello!! Here we go again- for a bit of backstory mentioned in a previous post, Appalachia is my main horse on Red Dead Online! How she came to be is due to some weird ass glitches and shenanigans. It all went downhill from there, lol, but I wouldn't change the accidental lore for this weird horse.
Also!! If you have never been to Humboldt County in California, go if you have the chance!! My boyfriend and I went up there for our 3 year anniversary a few months back and it was gorgeous! Beautiful camping spots and the hikes were even more so!
CW: Appalachia is not a normal horse, blood, gore, gore sounds, fire
Ao3 - Previous - Next
Middle of the Redwoods, Humboldt County, California - 1896
The men Kathy rode with now were… interesting to say the least.
They didn’t care that she was a woman who taught herself how to shoot. They didn’t care that she was more interested in the fairer sex. They didn’t shove religion down her throat.
They treated her like a person, they didn’t condemn her for something she couldn’t change. God knows she’s tried.
Those were just the upsides, however they did have their downsides. Their morals were skewed. They didn’t like to rob the poor, but would kill anyone. They wanted to be rich but hated those that were. Claimed to love the land but continued to leave it worse than when they had arrived. She enjoyed their company, but they were a walking contradiction in her mind.
Snuffling air on clothes broke Kathy out of her thoughts. The sickly sweet tang of blood filled her nose once more, causing her gut to churn. Gloved hands pinched her nose, taking a deep breath in through her nose and letting it out in a harsh huff.
“Are you done yet, App?”
It does not taste right.
“I know you don’t like tobacco, Apps, but everyone smokes.”
The crunch of teeth on bone filled the air again.
Her stomach churned again. Even after a year she couldn’t get used to the sounds.
Lacks flavor now.
A bloodied muzzle appeared to Kathy’s right, nibbling at her gun belt. She shoved her away, eyes rolling.
“What do you want me to do? Start seasonin’ your human snacks?”
Appalachia’s dark ears perked forward, her bald face covered in red rising to look Kathy in the eyes. She almost looked like a tiger after a successful hunt with how the stripes of her brindle coat shone in the setting sun.
Butter.
“No.”
Why.
“Because that’s expensive and I don’t want to explain to the boys why I’m feedin’ my horse butter, of all things.”
It tastes good.
“I understand that, Appy, but- you have to at least act like a normal horse around the others.”
There was a snort of disagreement, one of her hooves stamping. Her ears went back and her head reared up.
“If we leave this gang, I promise I will make sure you have butter with every single one of your meals.”
There was silence, before Appalachia’s voice echoed through her mind again with an almost childish lilt to it.
Promise?
“I promise, Apps.”
Pinkie promise?
“Ugh- yes. And yes, you can have one of my pinkies if I break it.”
This seemed to have pleased the strange horse, her ears perking up once more.
The young red head could at least take solace that they wouldn’t be leaving the gang for some time. Her wallet and sanity were safe for a little while, yet.
A week had passed from the last time Kathy and Appalachia had gone out. They had been planning to rob a stagecoach passing through a “scenic” coastal route when the fire had started. She still had no idea how it happened. It was a cool summer night one second, and then a raging fire within the next.
Kathy felt incredibly lucky that she even made it out alive. She had heard about how the wildfires could get in California, and she regretted giving the locals shit over it.
She got separated from the gang, having lost them in the flames. They had tried to stick together in the beginning, but it didn’t last. Kathy trusted Appalachia out of them all. She was the oddest horse to have ever existed, spoke awful things into her mind, ate humans but she has never once led her astray. Appalachia had been by her side for the past year without fail, and Kathy trusted her more than anyone.
So, she let Appalachia take the lead. Kathy swore the others were following, swore they were behind them when she shouted for them to follow. Somewhere, they had gotten split up.
“Dammit.”
Appalachia said nothing.
“We have to find them- C’mon.”
Appalachia turned obediently with the pressure of Kathy’s knee.
Days passed with no sign of anyone.
The height of summer came when Kathy finally stopped looking. She took a deep sigh and let it out slowly. Tipping the edge of her stalker hat down, she closed her eyes tightly.
I am sorry.
“It’s not your fault- it came out of nowhere.”
I kicked the lamp.
“What.”
There was a snake.
“Appalachia-”
I was hungry.
“You- you burnt down the forest!”
A small price to pay.
“For a snack or for the fact that you wanted butter?!”
I did forget about that.
“Bullshit.” Kathy nudged her to the right, pulling the reins up to be held in both hands.
I did, but I will look forward to my buttered fingers.
“You are the worst, App.”
There was silence for a long while, the two of them travelling between the grand coastal giants that protected them from the Sun.
They were not good for you, Katherine.
Kathy did not respond, but deep down she knew Appalachia was right. God, did she hate when she was wrong.
A/N - So- this has been up on Ao3 for a hot minute, I just forgot to post it here lol. Chapter 2 will be up shortly!
Warning: Appalachia is not a normal horse, hints at religious trauma, hints at Homophobic ideas, blood, mentions of violence
Ao3 - Next
5 miles outside of Agua Caliente, Arizona - 1895
Blood still dripped from the side of her head, vision still swimming and chest heaving. She spat blood from her mouth, torn hands gripping onto the material of her soiled skirt. Tears welled in her eyes, forcing them shut.
What am I going to do- they’ll kill me if I stay here.
The trees around her went quiet. The desert animals that had been chattering so loudly mere seconds ago had come to a screeching halt. The air seemed to still, ice in the air thick enough that not even a bullet could shatter it.
Hands slick with blood shakily reached for the knife she had dropped in her attempt to catch her breath. She brushed her hair away from her ear in an attempt to listen better.
The soft thump of a horse’s hooves registered in her brain. It was a slow gait, sounding as if it was walking calmly towards her.
Was it her father? No, they only owned a sweet old Shire who walked with a limp. The gait from this horse was smooth and light. Could it be a bounty hunter? Possibly, but there hadn’t been any in town when she cracked that book over her mother’s head. Perhaps the Sheriff had come back into town a week early-
The horse finally breached her line of sight, the moonlight gleaming almost dangerously across the bay horse. The young woman blinked, taking in the horse’s appearance. Standing at approximately fifteen hands tall, was a darkly colored mare. Its’ face stood bare and white with dark eyes staring at her from the darkness.
Fear ran through her, paralyzing her. This looked like a horse, stood like a horse, walked like a horse yet everything screamed that it was not.
The dark mare came to a slow stop in front of her, lowering its head to stare into the young woman’s eyes. Her mind screamed at her to get away, yet there was no malice in the horse’s gaze. All she saw was an almost child-like curiosity.
Finally, she felt like she could move her limbs again. She took in a shuddering breath, dropping the knife once more. Her eyes began to tear up once more, going to the ground as her knees buckled.
The desert night began to breathe and speak once more.
“...Can you help me? I-I fear I made a mistake that I can’t go back from.”
She didn’t know what compelled her to speak to the horse, she knew that it couldn’t respond back. There was a small part of her mind that thought it could, though.
There were no words that came from the horse, just a blow of air into the woman’s face. It felt like acceptance, like a yes, I will help you.
“Thank you.”
No noise left the odd horse, just butting its muzzle against her cheek. A feeling of a question niggling at her mind. Who are you.
“... My name is W-... Kathy.”
Appalachia.
Kathy stayed silent for a moment, letting the odd thought pass. The horse gave her the feeling that her Aunt’s stories of Appalachian horrors that she had witnessed in her youth, maybe it was just her mind filling in the blanks. Perhaps it was God, but she knew that he had never been with her.
Kathy slowly raised her hands up to rest on the horse’s poll, fingers interlocking. The horse, who she has now deemed to call Appalachia, began to raise its head. The movement pulled her to her feet, holding its head high until Kathy was able to stand with shaky confidence. Her bloodied hand moves between Appalachia’s ears to rest on its forelock, her other reaching down to pick up the knife she had dropped once again.
“I-... we need to get out of here before they find me.”
Who.
Kathy stared into the dark eyes staring at her with human interest.
“... the town.”
Why.
“I have sinned against God and they hate me for it.”
There was an angry snort, ears pinned back. The stomp of a hoof, toss of the head dislodging Kathy’s hand.
Fools.
She stared at the horse, tamping down the fear that threatened to rise again. Before she could open her mouth again, Appalachia turned away from her. Its side turned towards her, sidestepping closer. Kathy could only guess it wanted her on its back.
Hands resting on its barrel before sliding up and hoisting herself onto its back. Situating herself on the horse’s back, leg on either side and stiff skirt riding up to her knees. There was no need to squeeze her knees to signal the horse to turn and move, no reason to tap her heels into its barrel. There was no reason to signal Appalachia to do anything, for the horse was already moving. Kathy merely held onto its mane with her offhand and her knife in the other. Her eyes began to close, the adrenaline from fleeing bleeding into exhaustion.
... Hello- I am still alive XD
It's been a hot minute since I've opened this blog, but I'm back again with another hyper fixation- this time it has happened to be Red Dead Redemption 2!
I am too terrified to write anything with the main characters of the game, but I do have a series of drabbles consisting of my Red Dead Online character Kathy Moore and her (cursed) horse Appalachia! We've found out that from the newest RDO update that Robots refuse to attack her, and it adds to the Appalachia lore lol.
Have some screenshots I've taken over the past couple of months! Sorry if they're not the best quality- Steam doesn't let me take the best of screenshots.
I am also continuing to work on my lore for my Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess series! It's coming along and I expect to upload the first chapter before 2025 ends. I also desperately want to re-write my BG3 stuff when I get the motivation for it. I could've written it a lot better, but I'll get it when I have the time!
Until then The Misadventures of Kathy and Appalachia will be up here on Tumblr and Ao3 before the end of the week!
Trump says he doesn’t know shit about P2025, ABC News theorizes he’s full of it
you can find plenty more information on Project 2025 on any reputable news source, but I thought I’d confirm OP wasn’t full of fear-mongering shit, ‘cuz this is insane.
Reblogging because this has additional links for more info and because this is one of the best concise summaries of project 2025 I’ve seen—good reference for people to understand the conservative game plan in both the coming years and their long term goals.
The important thing I’d note is that while this transition plan and objective set was created for Donald Trump, it is not necessarily specific to him—this is the distillation of what conservatives have wanted for a long time and WILL CONTINUE TO PUSH FOR even after Trump is no longer in the picture someday. They are proposing it now because they know Trump will be likely to enact these proposals, but understand this: the things outlined in the graphics above are the world the Republican Party envisions going forward regardless of who their candidate is. They are not going away. Unless time and time again those who oppose this vision fight the Republicans at every level of government, one by one the hard fought wins those in the past have achieved will be stripped away.
Look, I have no idea what’s going to happen at the top of the Democratic ticket. And I will be the very first to list the problems I have with the way the Democratic Party is run. But I firmly believe that helping the Democrats defeat the extremely harmful things the other side wants to do needs to be a priority, and that the only way the Democrats ARE going to get reformed and start finally listening to the people they claim to represent is by making changes while working inside and alongside the party. Remembering what stands to be lost is a good reminder on why it’s important not just to throw up our hands and say it’s all fucked and there’s no hope for politics.
i live in the other side of the globe, but what the FUCK is going in in the usa. project 2025 is so screwed i have no idea how it could possibly be worse than that. everything on the list is messed up, but environmental part??? what the hell??? they want to send humanity and THEMSELVES HEAD FIRST to hell with this one
gonna do my girl Eleira, ive been putting her aside for too long ;-;
1. What’s their favorite color and why?
She loves the color blue, she finds it soothing. it reminds her of her older sister
2. Is there a particular nightmare that haunts them?
this recurring nightmare about her turning on her people. theres always a little girl, and she tries to defend her from the shadow people, and its only when everyone is dead that they become the villagers from her hometown, but its too late by now
3. Are they an early bird or a night owl?
definitely night owl, but not by choice. she always pushes back her night time as much as she can, avoiding another nightmare. its always exhaustion that puts her down.
4. What is their most prized possession and why?
her family signet ring. its the only thing she has left of them, the only thing connecting her to the royal family, she keeps it hidden and safe, on her at all times
5. Describe their ideal day!
honestly? a day with no fighting. out in the wild, enjoying nature, the serenity of silence, with her vampire lover by her side
tagging: @jwera @communistfries @marlowethebard @dabbles-in-drabbles @spite-made-me no pressure ofc!
my questions to your OCs!
do they have any family? (found family or blood family, and who are they!)
do they have any life goal, dreams they want to achieve?
Is there something about them that differenciates them from the norm?
What might someone think of them based on first impressions?
What's a unique talent or a weird habit they may have? (knowledge of unsual language for their race/background, do they write poems in secret, do they collect teeth, anything goes!)
I saw this trend going around using this picrew. Create yourself and your OC(s)
Here's me and TWO of my OC's: Ilwyn and Nyx
No pressure tags: @busy-baker, @spagyricqueen, @chadillacboseman, @kalmiaphlox, @davenswitcher, @bardic-inspo, @theelderhazelnut, @emotionalcadaver, @spacestephh, and anyone else who would like to participate!
Sometimes I like to think that Astarion was a straight-laced, standoffish do-gooder with a mean streak before he was turned because if he ever found his family again, the difference between who he was and who he is now would lead to comedy gold. Imagine a stern, strict lawyer who never steps a toe out of line comes back from the dead after 200 years and he's now a sassy little asshole with sticky fingers and a penchant for stabbing anyone who mildly annoys him.
Scenes like this are great, because they go into religious horror without making the entire faith evil. Having a demon plainly state that the bishop is an arsehole and deserves hell is always a good plot, especially when the demon IS correct.
a demon telling you god is not real or god doesent care about humanity is easy to shrug off as demons lieing
but a demon telling you god is real, god is good and god hates your guts quite literally puts the fear of god in you, especially when your about to find out if hes right in about 20 seconds
crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read
and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you
like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors
He pinches you when you toss and turn too much in your shared bed. “Wake up and stop flailing! Gods. I’ll have bruises from your pointy elbows in the morning.”
He sews “kick me” on the butt of Gale’s trousers in dark, dark gray after the Wizard pisses him off. Karlach sees it with her dark vision when they’re in the Underdark and promptly knees him in the ass.
He steals all of Halsin’s wooden ducks and plants them in Wyll’s tent, for shits and giggles.
He tries to line a tripwire across the front of Lae’zel’s tent entrance, but ends up pricking himself on a blow dart booby trap he failed to perceive. Incurs -3 hit points and the bleeding condition for 10 turns.
He nips your neck like a disgruntled cockatoo when you tease him in front of the other party members.
He puts swamp green clothing dye in Shadowheart’s bottle of hair dye when she’s not looking, causing her to endure some sickly green highlights for a fortnight.
He steals Wither’s staff while he’s speaking with Jaheria and hides it among Lae’zel’s armory. Gets hauled over by the ear by Jaheira to apologize to Withers. And Lae’zel.
He hides in the bushes near camp and makes god-awful wailing noises to keep Scratch and the owlbear cub barking while the party is trying to get some sleep.
He fabricates some ridiculous story about how the Weave is really a hoax designed by Big Magic to control the masses, just to see Gale go purple in the face while arguing against this “utter tripe.”
He loudly proclaims that he overheard Shadowheart telling Wyll she could beat Lae’zel in unarmed combat with a hand tied behind her back, then scampers away cackling when the two lady warriors start yelling at one another.
