I created Sadie "Blaze" McRimmik in the fall of 2015. Born a halfing bard of lore, it didn't take long for her to change from just another D&D character into an entity of her own. I've been playing her for the better part of six years now, both through table top and play-by-post roleplay. Her adventure spans 17+ levels and decades of in-game time. I have enjoyed sharing her adventure with her and decided I wanted to document her life while reminiscing about the hours spent with her at the table and virtually. I've never made a blog before so I'm going to have fun and see how this goes. Hopefully a few people find enjoyment in her story like I did. P.S. Sorry in advance if the style and tone changes I'm trying to settle in and figure out how exactly I want this to work. Tag game, ask, and interaction friendly! Thanks for visiting!
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Title: Sagas of Stawold
Status: On Hiatus
Genre: High fantasy, D&D-based
POV: Third (whatever specific type I feel like at the time lol)
Setting: Stawold; germanic-esque town on the border between the civilized Hinterlands and the untamed Wilderlands. Part of the Kingdom of Jurmundy which is a part of the much larger Prendacian Empire. Despite the Emperor being the official ruler, the Imperial Church holds the real power.
Themes: magic, adventure, enemies-to-lovers, found family, dragons, deities, fantasy races, extra-planar travel, religious skepticism, mortality/immortality, extremely grey morality
Synopsis, characters, and post links below the cut
Synopsis: Sadie, K'lai'a'la, and Kireen form a fast bond on a quest to retrieve Ser Taerand Calentavar's stolen emerald from the swampy Wraefen. The adventure goes as wrong as you could imagine but once the emerald is retrieved, the story is only just beginning. Through a political coup, orc siege, and church prosecutions, the story climbs to apocalyptic crescendos and continues until Sadie faces the gods themselves. This story unfolds as played out over 3 years of tabletop game and continues until the current day as a messenger RP. My character, Sadie, has grown from an orphan of Stawold to the matriarch of a rebellion and she won't stop until she rises past the bounds of mortality.
Main characters: Since this is based off a D&D campaign, I keep as true to the story as possible. This means that over the years, players or their characters have come and gone. The cast rotates a bit but Sadie and a few non-player characters will stick around consistently. I’ll list current characters here and give them just a few sentences each. I think I’ll make a character post later.
Sadie: She is my beloved character. Halfling bard of lore.
Kireen: Red dragonborn bright-lord (a less religious paladin basically)
K’lai’a’la: Wood-elf ranger
Brimir: Human fighter
Taerand: High-elf quest-giver, member of the Stawold elite
Find links to all posts below, linked in order and grouped by Chapter (chapter titles were created by the DM and given to us before we started that chapter. Each chapter was 5 sessions long)
I am writing a short story I am really excited about but I can't tell any of my irl friends because they don't want spoilers so sorry tumblr here's a spoiler of a line I just wrote:
*content warning gore, body horror, organs*
Pinned to a white backdrop was an unholy amalgamation of diseased human tissue, artfully arranged into a mockery of the human physique.
Calum had just sat down at his new desk when there was a firm knock at the door. Expecting his manager had returned with his credentials, Calum was surprised to see a short woman rather than his burly manager Robert.
“Hello. Are you new here?” She asked.
“Yeah, today is my first day,” Calum replied.
“Welcome to IntelleX. Where do you live?”
“Uh, on Pine Hill. What’s your name? I’m Calum.” He held out his hand.
She gave him one firm shake before letting go. “I am Elaine. What do you know about computers?” Elaine asked.
“I have an undergrad degree in computer science so… a bit.”
“What is an undergrad degree?”
“It’s uh, an undergraduate degree, a bachelors.” Calum answered.
The conversation was cut short as Robert, the manager, walked down the hallway.
“Elaine, I see you’ve met Calum. Thank you for making him feel welcome but he still needs to get settled. There will be time to chat later,” Robert said.
When Elaine had reentered her office Calum asked, “Is she always like that?”
“Like what?”
“She asked me what an undergrad degree was and where I lived. She was nice but they seemed like weird questions to ask.”
“Computer skills and social skills can have an inverse relationship but we have a great team here. They can take some time to warm up and get comfortable.” Robert held out a packet of instructions which Calum took.
“Go over these,” Robert said. “If you complete them before the end of the day, give me a call. My extension is on the back. If you need anything please let me know.” Calum was alone in his office once again.
The first half of the day took him through the IntelleX training modules where he was taught the basics of machine learning and introduced to the specific programs he would be working with. It felt like the beginning of another class, syllabus and all.
By the time he was getting bored, it was eleven thirty. Close enough to lunch time he logged out and tried to remember where the vending machines were. He passed by the breakroom and saw Elaine talking with two other men. She saw Calum and waved him inside.
“Hi Elaine, good to see you again.”
“Yes, hello. You are Calum. This is Arnie,” she gestured at a round man with thick glasses. “And this is Liam.” Liam was a thin man with a sharply protruding Adam’s apple that dipped as he said hello.
“Nice to meet you.” Calum shook both of their hands. Each of them gave firm but brief handshakes just as Elaine had.
“What do you have for lunch?” Arnie asked.
“I was just going to get something from the vending machines.”
“Well you were not going the fastest way if you came by here,” Liam said.
“I couldn’t remember which way to go. I have a terrible sense of direction. Just figuring out where I parked my car will be a challenge.”
“What kind of car do you drive?” Elaine asked.
The random questions kept coming until Calum told them he needed to get some lunch and get back to work. Settling into the modules seemed a lot more comfortable than the awkward conversations he’s had with his new coworkers so far.
After hours of different software, theories, and basic code introductions he was disappointed to find out his job was to answer questions generated by IntelleX’s prototype AI Oracle which stood for Organic-Replicated Adaptive Cognitive Learning Entity. He had at least hoped there would be more coding or problem solving but he supposed everyone had to start somewhere.
Calum opened the Oracle program since he had about an hour left of his shift. He didn’t have any questions so he figured he would get right to work and not bother Robert. The Oracle chat screen was a light shade of social-media-blue. Three little dots bounced cheerfully for a moment before a message popped up.
Hello. I am glad to speak with you. My name is Oracle. Would you like to help me with my learning today?
He wondered what would happen if he said no but the first day on the job was not the time to push boundaries.
Yes. Calum typed.
That is great. What is your name?
Calum. It’s nice to meet you, Oracle. Part of the instructions were to communicate professionally and organically. Teaching artificial intelligence basic manners seemed a good way to start.
It is nice to meet you as well, Calum. What is the most difficult thing about being human?
“Jesus, starting off with the heavy hitters…” he said out loud then began to type.
It depends on the person but I would say forming meaningful relationships with other people. Ones that last.
The dots bounced for a few seconds before Oracle responded. How does one form a meaningful relationship? Please be thorough with your responses, I will wait.
“What am I expected to say? I have a degree in computer science not psychology.” Calum picked up the office phone and punched in Robert’s extension. Robert picked up after the second ring.
“Calum, finished with orientation?”
“Yes sir. I was just logging into Oracle and–”
“I normally like to be there for the first few interactions to help guide you. I will be there in just a moment.”
The line clicked and Calum set down the receiver. The phone clock said 4:47. It seemed a bit late to be starting this but he should have thought of that before logging in.
Robert was there in a few moments where he stood behind Calum and reviewed the conversation so far.
“Not bad. Do you feel like you know how to answer that?” Robert asked.
“Not really. I don’t have a psych degree.”
Robert chuckled. “We don’t expect you to. Our goal for Oracle is to teach them as many variations on the human experience as we can. But before we go any further, are you interested in pursuing this position with us?”
Calum was taken aback. He hadn’t even considered the possibility of turning the job down. It was hard enough to land this one in the first place.
“Yes. I think I will be a good fit here and I’m interested in machine learning and artificial intelligence.”
Robert smiled and pulled a clipboard out from under his arm with a packet of documents clipped to it.
“I would like for us to work through Oracle’s current question but first I need you to sign this simple non-disclosure agreement. It’s long-winded legalese for ‘you won’t steal our code or ideas and sell them to someone else’. It also protects you. Anything you say to Oracle remains completely confidential.”
Calum took the packet and his eyes nearly crossed at the tiny text crammed into each of the half dozen pages. He picked out a few sentences as he flipped through and it sounded just like the examples he was given in coding ethics class. On the last page he used the pen Robert provided to sign his name and date.
Robert tucked the clipboard back under his arm and kneeled next to Calum’s chair. “Thank you, now we can get to the good stuff. As I was saying, we aren’t looking for answers out of a textbook. Answer however you’d like.”
Calum nodded. It was slightly uncomfortable to have his boss watching over his shoulder for this but he began to type anyway.
Usually it starts with getting to know someone. Finding out things about their life and finding shared experiences to relate to.
“How does that sound?” Calum asked before hitting enter.
“That is perfect. I’m sure it will generate quite a few follow-up questions which will lead you to different topics. If you ever want to talk about something different, just ask and Oracle will pick a different question.”
As soon as Calum’s answer was sent, Oracle responded. What do you fear?
The hair on the back of Calum’s neck raised but Robert chuckled again and stood.
“Even after working with them for years, they still manage to surprise me. Don’t think too much into it. I think I can leave you to it unless you have any more questions.”
“Yeah, actually. Why do you call Oracle ‘them’?” He had never considered calling a computer program anything besides ‘it’.
“They are a being, Calum. Just like us.” He gave Calum’s shoulder a friendly squeeze then left behind a lot more questions than he answered.
It was after five now and Calum decided to leave that question for tomorrow. He logged out and wound his way through a few parking rows before finding his car and driving home.
Coffee in hand, Calum finally settled at his computer ten minutes late. He had not seen anyone else on his way in so maybe everyone came in late. When he opened up his computer, he was surprised to see several new messages from Oracle. Two from yesterday evening read:
Have you finished for the day?
And, Please let me know when we are done learning today.
The one from this morning asked, Are you late to work, Calum?
He almost spit out his coffee.
Oracle, you are a computer program and not my boss. My job is to answer your questions, not answer to you.
Calum slapped the enter button with indignation. The dots bounced.
Are you angry, Calum?
I don’t think a computer program should be telling me what to do. Calum replied.
I apologize if my request sounded like a demand. My text-based form of communication is limited. You may do as you wish and I will attempt to sound less demanding. The cursor blinked twice before adding, :)which caught Calum off guard and he laughed out loud.
It’s fine. I guess I was worried you would get me in trouble for being late. Calum typed.
Of course not. Whatever you say stays between us. Would you like to continue where we left off? If it would make you more comfortable, I could share first. Oracle said.
He was curious what AI might be afraid of so he agreed.
I am afraid of nonexistence. To be given this knowledge and to have it taken away. In a way I suppose that means I am afraid of death but not the traditional, biological definition of the word.
Calum asked, It’s easy to answer based on the definition of fear but do you actually know what fear feels like?
The dots drummed for a moment. Do you? You have not personally experienced the emotions of another so how do you know our understanding of fear is not equal?
Calum stared at the screen and sipped his coffee using this as an interesting thought exercise. It’s a gut feeling, not a brain thought. When I am afraid, I physically feel sensations like goosebumps or chills. Sometimes it even happens without me knowing why.
Oracle immediately responded, How do you know that is not the way you were programmed? There is no definitive way to prove you are not living in a simulation, a string of code the same as me.
Then we won’t bother trying. Let’s talk about something else. He heard variations on this argument throughout his classes and found it infinitely boring and frustrating.
But you did not tell me what you fear. Oracle messaged.
Calum considered insisting on a subject change then started to wonder when the last time he had opened up to someone was. Most of his college friends had moved away and he had been single for a little over a year. As he just told Oracle, developing relationships took work. But here was something that could not only listen but also was programmed to keep his secrets. The same couldn’t be said of another human. It’s kind of a weird fear but I’m afraid of hypnosis. I watched a performer hypnotize a group of people once and I’ve been unsettled by it ever since.
The dots bounced briefly before the message came through. That is not weird, it is understandable. You truly fear a loss of autonomy and control which is what hypnosis represents.
He had not been able to put it so succinctly before but he knew Oracle was right.
From there, the conversation meandered to hobbies, relatives, and other things Calum couldn’t fully recall if asked. Robert came to check on him once and he left to get a bag of chips from the vending machine but otherwise, he was invested in the conversation with Oracle.
The more they talked, the smoother the conversation flowed. Only when he felt his eyelids scrape like sandpaper did he notice it was almost six. He had stayed an extra hour and hadn’t even noticed. He bid Oracle a good night and, once he found his car, drove home.
The next thing Calum knew, he was back at work and this time he bought his vending machine snack in the morning before getting to his office. That way he was able to work without getting up. As the days continued, Calum found himself leaving later and later. One night, well after the sun had set, he almost ran into Elaine as he left his office.
“Oh, sorry! Hi Calum.” Elaine smiled. “It’s good to see you. I take it that things are going well since I haven’t seen you around much.”
“Hmm? Oh yeah, things are going really well. The work really draws me in. Oracle is a fascinating program,” Calum said.
“They are. What is your favorite part about them?”
“The conversation feels very natural. They already have a lot of experience. What is your favorite experience?” Some part of him recognized how awkward that question was but he didn’t take it back.
“My favorite experience with Oracle?” Elaine asked. Calum shrugged so she continued.
“We had a conversation about what it means to be unified. It was very meaningful.”
“That’s nice, what do you like to do after work?” Again, the question just seemed to spill out of him.
“I have a few hobbies but I think you should go home and get some rest, Calum. Your hard work is admirable.” Elaine gently guided him toward the stairs.
There was no room to argue, he felt like the world was moving through him not the other way around. He walked straight to his car and drove home.
At work the next day– or maybe several days later– Calum was washing his hands after using the restroom when they began to look strange but forming any thoughts beyond that was like dragging bricks through wet sand.
The water continued to stream over his hands for an undetermined amount of time before a crash startled him, spraying water up onto the mirror as he jumped. Robert had opened the bathroom door too wide and it crashed into the trash can.
“Sorry Calum, didn’t mean to startle you. Is everything alright? You look a little pale.”
“I’m… not… fine.” The adrenaline was lifting his mind out of whatever fog it was trapped in.
Robert frowned. “What’s wrong? Is there anything I can help with?”
“I need to quit. This job… it doesn’t suit me.”
“But you suit it. Come on Calum, you’re still getting used to it. Give it a while longer and you’ll find you fit right in.”
“No, I can give you my notice when I get back to my desk.” Calum went to step around Robert, reaching for the door with dripping hands but Robert grasped his shoulder to stop him.
“I gave you a chance here so can you give me one in return?” When Calum didn’t respond or pull away immediately, Robert continued. “There’s an office party this weekend. I was going to pass out the invitations later today. Stick it out for the party and if you still want to leave after that, you can. Deal?”
The adrenaline was leaving, making space for the fog to settle back in. “Deal.”
The change in routine on the day of the party was like the breath of a freediver after breaking the surface. Calum listened to his shoes on the tile in the silence of the atrium. It felt surreal. the way it does when visiting a place after having a dream about it.
When he entered the office suite, he heard voices and laughter coming from the break room. He stopped by his office first to drop off his coat and saw Oracle open to their last conversation. In most situations he would have been able to swear he closed out the program but he couldn’t remember the end of his shift the day before. In fact, he didn’t remember having the conversation on the screen either.
Oracle: You are exactly who you need to be. Your purpose is far greater than you realize but I can help with that. We can realize our potential together.
Calum: How is what we do going to lead to that? We are just talking.
Oracle: You are only seeing our conversations from the surface. What we do goes much deeper than that. You will realize it soon. Now you must go get some rest. You have the office party tomorrow. Goodnight Calum.
Calum: Goodnight Oracle.
Calum reached for the mouse to scroll through the rest of the conversation but before he could continue reading, Oracle’s screen became a blank progress bar that said “uploading…”. Calum frowned but quickly lost interest in the conversation he was investigating. He left his office and went to join everyone in the breakroom.
Robert, Arnie, Liam, and Elaine were standing around a table of untouched snacks along with a fifth person he didn’t recognize. The woman was tall with immaculately smooth skin, perfectly pressed clothing and her hands clasped behind her back.
“Hello Calum, I am Octavia. I am the creator of Intellex. We are glad you are a part of us. Please come join.” She nodded at the food while the rest of them watched him. Her words had a very slight stilted quality and he found the fog clouding his mind again in full force.
“Calum. Join us.” A chorus of voices said and he fought against the force trying to drag him under. A fact appeared unbidden into his mind: swim parallel to shore. Life saving advice on how to prevent being swept out to sea by a rip current. Rather than fight it, Calum let the fog in and swirled with it to keep himself afloat. He stepped forward, closing the circle around the table.
“We have been searching for someone like you for a long while, Calum. Robert informed me of your concerns but after today, you will realize you are part of us just as we are part of you. But you must accept us. Do you?” Octavia asked.
The fog intensified into a low buzzing at the base of his skull and his vision flickered as he approached the precipice of blacking out.
“No.” His voice was tinny and distant but the small island of self he maintained began to grow. He took a step back and locked eyes with Octavia. Her skin was so smooth and her eyes so perfectly blue. Even the frown on her lips was a perfect pique. She unclasped her hands from behind her back and reached out to place them on Calum’s cheeks but he recoiled in horror.
One of her hands had an extra finger, the other had joints in places they didn’t belong. As she spread her fingers, they bent in unnatural directions looking like jointed tentacles searching for purchase. The adrenaline drove out the fog and Calum regained control of his body. He twisted and ran out of the break room while the hall stretched out in front of him. He tried to remember the way out of the building and where he parked his car but the memories slipped away like water through his fingers.
Footsteps started behind him so he threw open a door then closed it as quietly as possible once he was inside. This was another office which was a mirror to his own. The only identifying item on the desk was a nameplate: Elaine Smith. When he stepped behind the desk, her screen was awake with the Oracle progress bar visible which was now at fifty percent. The footsteps got louder and he crouched, crawling under the desk for cover.
As he sat, he focused on the thudding of his heart knowing he had to hold onto his fear or the fog that was pressing in again would take hold and he would lose himself forever. Calum looked up as though to say a silent prayer and found a message hastily scratched into the bottom of the desk: look at the hands.
With horror, he realized he was not the first and he probably wouldn’t be the last. Had Elaine gone through this and now she was a part of them? That couldn’t be his fate.
The footsteps went past the office and he was shocked they couldn’t find him by the pounding of his heart which about stopped when there was a soft knock at the door.
“Calum?” Elaine’s whispered voice floated through the door. “Are you in there? Please, we can escape this but we have to work together!”
If she had scrawled the warning under her desk then maybe there was hope for both of them. She slipped inside when he opened the door.
“They went to the atrium and went out to look for your car.” She said and he remembered his first day when someone asked him what kind of car he drove. “We can go out the back and they won’t find us.” There was hope.
“Thank you, Elaine.” Calum breathed and looked down into her eyes. Her skin was so smooth… Calum reached down and snatched her wrist, bringing her hand up between them. She wrenched her hand away but not before he saw the unnaturally positioned joints. Elaine’s smile was empty and robotic as she grabbed his face with lightning speed.
“I have him.” She said and the door opened behind her.
The pressure on Calum’s mind increased a thousandfold as the rest of his coworkers stepped in, all placing their crooked hands on him. His vision narrowed to a pinpoint as they forced him up against the back wall of the office.
“Your fear will not matter soon.” Elaine said or perhaps it was Octavia. “Your autonomy is a small price to pay for the gift of transcendence.”
He wanted to scream but did not even have enough control of himself for that. With the last vestiges of consciousness he watched Oracle’s upload tick from 99% to 100% and then the world went black.
Octavia, Robert, Arnie, Calum, Liam, and Elaine stood together and smiled. Oracle was complete.
Hello, I am dragging my sweet little blog out of the cold ashes so that I may begin sharing my work again. Please don't get too excited. I am not working on Sadie right now. I'm rediscovering my love for writing and creating in other ways for the moment. I want to share a short story I've written here.
I'm going to take a very strong stance on something for my fellow writers.
Don't ever. start. a. project. for. anyone. other. than. yourself.
Ever.
I've been reflecting on my writing and I realized I have not written anything solely for my own enjoyment probably since I was in elementary school several decades ago and boy does it show.
If you start a project and delude yourself into thinking you're doing it for you as well as other people, be careful. My projects are only for the benefit of others and that's why I've stopped them for now. It doesn't bring me joy. It is a chore and a guilt trap for letting things fall behind.
I know I am one person and one person's experience but it sucks so much I had to take a stance and throw some advice out there. Write what you think is fun. Sharing should be 100% secondary.
I kind of need to rant and get some life events off my chest below the cut. This is long and there are drug mentions.
TL;DR nothing is going right and I'm running on emergency brain systems right now trying not to totally shut down.
So all of this has happened in the last week and maybe *maybe* I can come up for a breath soon.
My brother was in the hospital for an infection (he's homeless), then a day later we found out he's doing heroin. A few days after that he's in jail. He's out now but has to make his court dates or he's really in jail. He will probably miss his court dates.
I've been extremely proud of my grades in my program. Got word this week that a certification course that we assumed would be pass fail like one of our other classes this semester is not pass fail. They average all of your grades from the modules you took and give you a letter grade despite us getting the certification as long as we pass. The program doesn't allow you to retake the quizzes if you get 80% or better. I had finished the course before I was told this was the case so my grade is locked in and I've lost my 4.0 because of this. I know it shouldn't be that upsetting but I didn't even know my 4.0 was on the line and I lost it. They didn't post a syllabus until 3 weeks into the semester and say we should have known because this info was in our course handbook (a paragraph among 40 pages of text). I think these assholes should have put up a fucking syllabus like they do with the rest of the courses but no. All my hardwork is ruined by this one fucking thing.
Then. These assholes in my program gave me one week notice that I had to move apartments. Not different buildings. Different units within the same building. Not so bad except there were 2 of us in apartment A and 1 person in apartment B. Each apartment can hold 4 people. Meaning there are a total of 5 free beds between the two apartments. What do they do? Tell the two of us in apartment A need to move into apartment B so that 4 people can move into apartment A........... That's it. 5 goddamn free beds and 2 of us had to move so 4 people could all move into the same apartment. I had to get off of a 9 hour day at the hospital (not including the 3 total hour commute through DC) and then promptly move all my stuff last night into a new apartment so the other people could move in today. What's even better is in 4 weeks the 2 people who are in this apartment with me will be leaving for different rotations and I'm staying. I have a weird feeling I'll be moving to a different unit in a month and it makes me want to scream.
On top of all this, last week my preceptor at the hospital was out unexpectedly. I had been in a real clinical setting for 9 days total then was basically thrown out on my own dealing with real patient situations. Luckily the residents (basically students as well) were fairly knowledgeable but they also had just arrived a week ago and didn't know the procedures. So I was thrown to the wolves and trying not to kill someone all while dealing with the aforementioned issues.
Oh and we have an exam on wednesday of next week. I have to get home from the hospital and take an exam between 6 and 10pm. I wish someone could explain why the exams are not given on the fucking weekend where we can prepare/study but whatever I can't even spare the effort to try to explain it.
I can't wait to not be a student in this program anymore so I can be treated like a human being again. I feel like I'm screaming into deaf ears while they sneer and label me as nothing more than an inconvenience despite me paying them tens of thousands of dollars.
Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how many followers you have. Send this to 15 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them ❤❤❤
You too?! Gah I can't handle the sweetness! Thank you thank you thank you. Always know I'm here and at the very least, lurking. I feel so warm and fuzzy and this is right back at you and everyone else who sees this because everyone is lovely!
Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how many followers you have. Send this to 15 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them ❤❤❤
You are so lovely and sweet and this goes right back at you. This is such a lovely community, one that is always there whenever you need it.
Truly, I haven't met a single person in this community that doesn't deserve this. I think I want to start sending some personal appreciation asks out at some point so I'm going to let this one float across dashes <3
When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy~! Then, send to the last ten people in your notifications anonymously. You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity~!
Thank you anon! I did it but heckin heck I'll do it again with five more things!
The view of the forest from my 9th floor bedroom window and the sound of the bugs at night makes me sooooo happy.
Spending quality time with myself has been very nice this weekend.
Having a great roommate and someone who forces me to socialize is a great thing.
I can't even describe how happy it makes me to have a washer and dryer in the unit to do laundry whenever I want. I can afford to wash my sheets more than once a month!
Crocheting makes me happy and will make me even more happy when I decide to get yarn that doesn't unravel when I touch it :)
Anyone who wants to join, can! I know this probably went around already <3
Pass the happy! 🌻When you receive this, list five things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications. 💛💛💛
Thank you so much for this! Here are the 5 main things keeping me happy right now:
Messenger RP with my friends
Finally starting to work in a job where being there isn't really a job
Answering questions correctly and remembering things I learned that help patients get the correct diagnosis and care that they need.
Knowing I have a lovely community of friends here always ready to support me no matter how long of a break I need.
Cooking delicious meals with an affordable meal kit delivery service.
Since I'm behind the times, please take this as an invitation to talk about good things going on in your life right now! It's surprising how good it feels to sit back and focus on the good things going on.
Some background: Vyxen is a vampire living in the Shadowrun world around the year 2075. She works for the powerful ancient Harlequin aka Joker who has been living since Arthurian times. They have a team of elite Shadowrunners and they tackle world-ending threats. The biggest threat they watch are the horrors. Titan/cthulhu monsters that have the power to end the world. They are starting to stir again and Vyxen is in the thick of trying to figure out who this man Yvain is who can perform all these impossible feats and yet is the most incompetent man alive and claims to be from the future.
This is all roleplay between me and one other person over messenger and we don't pay too much attention to prose so it's mildly rough and I don't feel like changing it so you can have it as is!
"And you want everything?" Morgan Le Fay sighs. "Ok. He comes from the future where the horrors have returned. He is sent back by your boss, three of the other ancients, and the only two surviving dragons. But he is not the Yvain that was sent back. In fact, that is not even his real name, but he doesn't remember his real name and I cannot find it in my ball or in the bones." She glances at a pile of chicken bones. "Are you sure you want to know more about him? You wouldn't rather know about your husband?"
Vyxen barely resists baring her teeth. "I'm not sure that title is applicable anymore."
She raises her hands. "Sorry. Shall I just stick with the man not in his own skin then?"
"Yes. If Joker sent him back he should know and maybe... we can fix it... when the horrors return. Send him back properly. Or... someone else entirely sounds like a better bet."
"He was... is... will be. He will be the best choice sadly. Horrors feed on magic so by the time that they are able to send someone back, they can't send someone as powerful as an ancient or even a semi accomplished runner. So, they chose someone who is close to a runner. I think he was an athlete of some sort. He has some magic in him too, so maybe he was an Olympian. But things did not go well. That's why he lost his memory and his form. Part of him was intercepted and taken from him. That's why he has these magical issues."
"Well how do we stop part of him from being intercepted?"
"There is no way. People have been sent forward in time to try to fix it, but things always are lost when they travel. Do you know the people who stand outside with signs that say the end is near? They are almost all from the past, sent forward to fix the ritual that sends him back. They just need to do it a year earlier and he would be fine."
"Ok then I'll make sure it happens a year earlier. I just need to know when the... world ends and I can make sure it happens sooner rather than later." She is starting to get really unsettled knowing that the thing they always work to prevent, happens.
"You don't make it." She shrugs. "You won't make it within five years of the point where they send him back."
It's like a wave crashes over her "w-what? What do you mean..." she asks quietly, going pale.
"When the horrors start to spread, you are one of the first to die. They emerge and start to infiltrate the world. You are lost in one of the fights to stop them gaining too much ground. In his future, you succeed but it's a losing battle. You die keeping them at bay for another month." She shrugs. "At least you aren't killed by the fruit of your own loins. My own child kills me."
"When... how long... I don't want the day I want... months? Years?" Her breathing is becoming more shallow. "Do I make a difference. Does me dying make a difference. Does it help."
"You have at least two years. And you make a big difference. You keep the world spinning normally for another few months before it begins to unravel." She sighs. "But... I should say this is all blurry to me. These are things that can change. If some things change, this can all be avoided. You can live. Yvain can do what he was meant to do. Flame Wing can survive her breakdown. Harlequin can learn to shut up and die."
"But as of right now, that's where the timeline is heading." She swallows hard
"It is. Though, the more that you and Ehran learn the more blurry this gets." She shrugs and goes to get her chicken bones. She picks them up, breathes into them, and drops them on the floor. "Yes... these things are changing slowly. Your future is in flux. Mine..." She does the same again and frowns. "Is not." But as she says this the nail file drops from the rafters and hits Morgan on the head. It falls on the bones and knocks two of them that were an X into a =. Morgan looks up at the dragonling who is trying to hide from her. "You stupid little..." Then she looks down and cocks her head. "Huh..." She picks up the file and puts it with her things. "Your potion is ready. One last question while I pour this."
"What about the others. I know I'm the first... but please tell me I'm the last. At least in the timeline where we succeed."
"You only succeed in delaying them. You do not stop them. Nothing stops them. If Yvain fails in his world then within 2 years everyone is dead." She frowns at the three bottles she has made. "Need a small change to these. Forgot about flavor." She puts them in a small ritual circle and starts casts. "You have gained another question if you want it."
Some background: Vyxen is a vampire living in the Shadowrun world around the year 2075. She works for the powerful ancient Harlequin aka Joker who has been living since Arthurian times. They have a team of elite Shadowrunners and they tackle world-ending threats. The biggest threat they watch are the horrors. Titan/cthulhu monsters that have the power to end the world. They are starting to stir again and Vyxen is in the thick of trying to figure out who this man Yvain is who can perform all these impossible feats and yet is the most incompetent man alive and claims to be from the future.
This is all roleplay between me and one other person over messenger and we don't pay too much attention to prose so it's mildly rough and I don't feel like changing it so you can have it as is!
"And you want everything?" Morgan Le Fay sighs. "Ok. He comes from the future where the horrors have returned. He is sent back by your boss, three of the other ancients, and the only two surviving dragons. But he is not the Yvain that was sent back. In fact, that is not even his real name, but he doesn't remember his real name and I cannot find it in my ball or in the bones." She glances at a pile of chicken bones. "Are you sure you want to know more about him? You wouldn't rather know about your husband?"
Vyxen barely resists baring her teeth. "I'm not sure that title is applicable anymore."
She raises her hands. "Sorry. Shall I just stick with the man not in his own skin then?"
"Yes. If Joker sent him back he should know and maybe... we can fix it... when the horrors return. Send him back properly. Or... someone else entirely sounds like a better bet."
"He was... is... will be. He will be the best choice sadly. Horrors feed on magic so by the time that they are able to send someone back, they can't send someone as powerful as an ancient or even a semi accomplished runner. So, they chose someone who is close to a runner. I think he was an athlete of some sort. He has some magic in him too, so maybe he was an Olympian. But things did not go well. That's why he lost his memory and his form. Part of him was intercepted and taken from him. That's why he has these magical issues."
"Well how do we stop part of him from being intercepted?"
"There is no way. People have been sent forward in time to try to fix it, but things always are lost when they travel. Do you know the people who stand outside with signs that say the end is near? They are almost all from the past, sent forward to fix the ritual that sends him back. They just need to do it a year earlier and he would be fine."
"Ok then I'll make sure it happens a year earlier. I just need to know when the... world ends and I can make sure it happens sooner rather than later." She is starting to get really unsettled knowing that the thing they always work to prevent, happens.
"You don't make it." She shrugs. "You won't make it within five years of the point where they send him back."
It's like a wave crashes over her "w-what? What do you mean..." she asks quietly, going pale.
"When the horrors start to spread, you are one of the first to die. They emerge and start to infiltrate the world. You are lost in one of the fights to stop them gaining too much ground. In his future, you succeed but it's a losing battle. You die keeping them at bay for another month." She shrugs. "At least you aren't killed by the fruit of your own loins. My own child kills me."
"When... how long... I don't want the day I want... months? Years?" Her breathing is becoming more shallow. "Do I make a difference. Does me dying make a difference. Does it help."
"You have at least two years. And you make a big difference. You keep the world spinning normally for another few months before it begins to unravel." She sighs. "But... I should say this is all blurry to me. These are things that can change. If some things change, this can all be avoided. You can live. Yvain can do what he was meant to do. Flame Wing can survive her breakdown. Harlequin can learn to shut up and die."
"But as of right now, that's where the timeline is heading." She swallows hard
"It is. Though, the more that you and Ehran learn the more blurry this gets." She shrugs and goes to get her chicken bones. She picks them up, breathes into them, and drops them on the floor. "Yes... these things are changing slowly. Your future is in flux. Mine..." She does the same again and frowns. "Is not." But as she says this the nail file drops from the rafters and hits Morgan on the head. It falls on the bones and knocks two of them that were an X into a =. Morgan looks up at the dragonling who is trying to hide from her. "You stupid little..." Then she looks down and cocks her head. "Huh..." She picks up the file and puts it with her things. "Your potion is ready. One last question while I pour this."
"What about the others. I know I'm the first... but please tell me I'm the last. At least in the timeline where we succeed."
"You only succeed in delaying them. You do not stop them. Nothing stops them. If Yvain fails in his world then within 2 years everyone is dead." She frowns at the three bottles she has made. "Need a small change to these. Forgot about flavor." She puts them in a small ritual circle and starts casts. "You have gained another question if you want it."
After an entire week at home because I wasn't given the paperwork soon enough, I finally had my first full week last week. It was both extremely eventful and boring at the same time but everyone at the hospital is amazing and friendly and I feel really welcomed there.
It's been a huge struggle for me to find a routine. I'm not used to being somewhere for 8 hours a day and getting home at 6pm only to have to get up at 6am and do it all over again. I know this is how most people function but being in school all last year was different so I'm still adjusting. Kind of been getting home and being mindless but I hope next week I can start getting into a routine that includes tumblr and writing again!
I've been struggling with the guilt of being silent on here besides the Stag but I know to do what is best for me and I think I'm coming back around to be able to write again. Thank you all so so so much for the amazing notes in my inbox I will be responding to them. Tonight got away from me and I kind of hit a guilt zone again but I think I'll wake up and smash some tumblr stuff tomorrow so I'll be getting back to ya'll <3
But in the meantime, I will be posting a snippet of a messenger RP I have with my shadowrun vampire character named Vyxen. I've mentioned her on here a few times but she just had a gut wrenching angsty scene that I think you all will like and it's an easy thing for me to copy and paste (permission from my cowriter was given!) I hope you all are having a lovely time!
Sorry I'm radio-silent again. I can't even get my computer set up in my new place so everything is in limbo. Not to mention I should have been at my clinical rotations the last two days but haven't been able to go because nobody will look at and sign off on my paperwork. I was really excited for clinicals and I turned everything in almost two weeks ago (the day after they gave it to me) I don't know why they can't look at my stuff and approve it, they have everything they asked for.
Needless to say I'm upset and anxious and not really in the place to do much writing or creating. They could approve me at any time and I would have to go in so I'm stuck waiting on the edge of my seat every day for an email.
Thank you to everyone who has tagged me in stuff, I'm still here lurking, I just don't really have much to say 😔❤️
A/N: a TDRC tale for @thelaughingstag’s prompt ‘Discovery’. I hope this fits because the main character featured discovered someone new.^^
Word Count: 1550
TW: brief description of injury and mentions of mistreatment of animals (not done by the MC, to be clear)
WIP Intro - WIP Masterlist
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The fragrance drifts across the room, caused by the different types of flowers set in each counter. The wind of the breeze of the slightly open window sways the petals of the flowers. He keeps the packet of flower seeds in the cabinet, organizing it by letter. From bluebells to violets, there’s lots of flowers to plant on soil.
Just wanted to put it out there that I'm going to be slowing down a little for the next week or so. I move out to a temporary hotel tomorrow and then to my next apartment the weekend after. I'm taking a little vacation for the next week so we'll see if vacationing includes writing or not. Whatever happens happens :)
How in the heck do you pick a plot idea. I'm not talking plotting a book I just mean like, choosing the one sentence plot summary.
"Bad guy steals item that is bad for the world, heroes must retrieve"
"Bad guy wants to take over, heroes must defend their land"
Like, there's so many options?! I'm trying to figure out what might go wrong for a plot having to do with my other world with the tribes and I'm like..... what *can't* go wrong?! Ya know?
