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Ants got a 6 inch party sub this morning
With several mysteries waiting for the Reclaimers to discover, and ancient secrets to be uncovered, there's no telling what our heroes may find in
The Unexpectables II - Episode 100
Let's do the time warp again
picketing terf conferences is OUT, releasing 6000 live crickets into the audience of a terf conference and watching chaos erupt as everyone scrambles to evacuate is IN
it occurs to me that this sounds like a shitpost if you don't have the context that this is a real thing that actually happened in the uk yesterday
“Squash them, kill them, kill the buggers!” a speaker urged the audience.
Truly iconic; thank you for sharing this, and for the tags about their donation page!! Here is the link for better access; I'll return to it soon once I'm able to donate :D
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[A huge orcish trukk, drawn by two massive bears, rattled to a stop. Borky remembered the leader of the Iron Claws as Lubso. When this orc lumbered out of the covered wagon, the wheels actually tilted, sinking into dirt when he shifted his incredible girth. He was absolutely enormous, maybe even as big as Slasha but he was a bit lacking in much brainpower, except to hit things. Plenty of dakka but no gears in the clocka, Borky recalled.]
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[Gruul leaned in conspiratorially, putting a big, beefy arm around his shoulders. “Audrey told me that what I thought was happening when I met you lot, was not happening at all.” The warchief looked appropriately bewildered at this admission. “I thought she and Remy—but she told me no. Though, to be fair, she wasn’t sure what was goin on between you and Remy—“
Oh, for—this again. “Gruu-uul,” Greckles groaned, exasperated. “I just got here!”]
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I think that there is a line that can be crossed into straight up negligence from the disparity of intent vs how the scenes are written/what they convey within the context of other scenes.
You can definitely see a writer's intent through their work, but if they bungle their own techniques or if their lore's/premise's rationale is not logical or/nor consistent with their intent, then inevitably the effect of their writing is going to be different from their intent. And that will shape the message into a different entity of itself. Which happens in HotD, even though the writers wanted us to feel that:
Rhaenyra was being either rational or strong by her refusing to imprison Otto, being affected by Alicent's page, and not even thinking that the war she proposed to Daemon (epi 7) about...but then calls it "his" war (epi 10)...and the inconsistency has yielded so many different fan theories as to why she is like this in-universe-wise (from Daemon just trying to fortify the castle against any possible attacks to her trying to get Rhaenyra's non-conflict-having-self on her side) precisely b/c the writing is inconsistent and disallows the sort of rage to their Rhaenyra that in a person that actually helps to clear their mind
Alicent's motivations to attack Rhaenyra for years at the Red Keep, at first seemed to come from her hating that Rhaenyra for the act of sex itself, not the consequences Otto warns her of bc Alicent never actually says to Rhaenyra that she was angry at her for her kids' sake in that episode. We only have their confrontation, her fearing Rhaenyra lied/her talking to Cole, and her green dress "war" declaration later. If Rhaenyra had been found out without Otto lurking, wouldn't it be better for her son, as it makes him seem the "better" candidate, thus removing Rhaenyra as a threat to her kids? Then why does episode 4 Alicent get so angry? No, in episode 4, she's angry that Rhaenyra got to have sexual freedoms, as further supported by the contrast of her and Dameon vs Alicent and Viserys. In episode 8, after Rhaenyra mere apologizes for not seeing how Alicent has worked hard to "comfort" Viserys and run the castle (a Queen's duty), Alicent is ready to accept her as the next Queen and put aside her previous desperation/assurance that Rhaenyra is her children's inevitable enemy -> it reduces our ability to accept the depth of their supposedly close years-long bond and its dynamic from the get go. The relationship is supposed to underpin the emotional value of the entire show, but the writers have contradicted themselves every which way, in every scene and has never given us a real reasons why/how these two became friends wand why they ever valued each other in the first place
Perhaps all of these can be "fixed" with more scenes, longer scenes, less time jumps...but at the core:
the writers thought that what they presented as the final scene/the HotD canon universe was enough to establish their characters when it wasn't...we are forced to only access these published scenes as they are the only HotD "canon", the rest is subject to built on assumption of consequences and more liable to headcanons because we do not see specific actions in the time b/t jump cuts that lead to situations of the next episode
the biggest problem is that they think that taking away these women's ambition, removing a lot of their female AND male support, and removing their expressed fieryness that makes up a large part of their initial enjoyability -- you can't argue against sexism while using sexist imagery, logic, etc., which HotD has done
This, for real. The writing is just so barren.
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[The Blood Axes were all trying to paint their wagons red, believing that might improve the speed. That seemed like a logical enough idea to the rest that someone went and bought enough red paint to coat the wall around Tent Town. Still others mounted their wagons with spikes and streamers (often both). One wagon (the Dawn-Brawlers) had several antlers mounted to the beams and wheel spokes, sticking out into the air like rotating spike arms.]
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[Borky being a Warboss always threw a wrench in things, the rogue pondered. Orcs, like kobolds, followed strength. And honestly, among his own kin, Borky lacked the raw power that some of them had. But he made up for it in cunning. Though, Greckles had never really seen him in full Warboss mode. It was quieter than he’d expected, sort of reminded him of Gruul Hellhorn, now that he thought about it.]
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[The warboss just shook his head. “Got things I gotta do here, Rem.”
Remy floundered awkwardly for a moment. It was strange, seeing Borky so solemn. The only time that compared was when the orc had spoken to him before he’d fought Agranak, and had been uncertain if he could beat the warchief. So Remy said simply, “Ah, of course, Borky.”]
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[Borky sighed and rubbed his brow. “What d’you know about G’nash?”
Mister Borpington perked. “Oh! I know plenty about ganache! It is a smooth, thick chocolate with cream. You can use it in all sorts of delicious desserts! Why do you need to know about ganache?”
Borky stared at him, trying to parse out what he’d just heard. “Whut?”]
The Hands We're Dealt | Part 01
I could not get this idea out of my brain. It kept coming back, wanted to write about Borky more and bring back some of the folks i made up from the first piece I did. So I finally wrote some down. (I listen on the podcast. I haven't even started Campaign two yet.)
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[The taller orc straightened. “Warboss, I’m Toknag, second son of Yuthi and Ursine. This one is my younger brother, Rathnak. We heard there was a Warboss here who defeated Agranak, the champion of G'nash of the Blood Axes, at the Mountain of Repetition."
"That's me, yeah, Warboss Borky of Alivast," Borky agreed.]
just so you know, you have some followers who enjoy/write fanfiction. not saying their urls rn bc i don’t wanna air out dirty laundry in public but if you want them so you can block and report, just say the word and i’ll dm you a list
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Reblog if you're self indulgent and perverted lmao
fellas is it perverted to think happy thoughts
Fanfic is great for writing practice. ✍️
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I managed to finish the short story I wrote about Remy’s dad.
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Pandion also sat at the table. The fatherly kenku seemed insatiably curious about Remy’s friends, as if to make up for his absence, and said: “I have heard that you know others among the Gryphon Riders?”
Task very proudly told him about Winter and her place among the riders. “She’s tough, quick, silent as an owl and perfect aim. And her gryphon is small but definitely the fastest among them.”
“That’s how you know he’s smitten,” Borky told the table. “Task wants to fight next to her, so he’s got her traits pinned.”
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Aria startled, clearly not expecting those words. "I, ah, yeah, it has? Uh, are you all right?" She eyed the elder kenku man, unable to help bringing up the last mental image of her father. Surrounded by fire, screaming citizens, smoke and blood, with two crossbow bolts sticking out of him. Similar eyes. But she erred to politeness. "Is this a guest...?"
The ragged man staggered, almost taking a knee. "Oh, Aria, my clever little mischief-feather. Do you remember, I used to call you that?"
Aria stopped still, staring at him. His voice...