#kc5rings

[cerastes]

That art you reblogged made me realize there’s a Randy Orlando horse girl

Stay Gold

Oh, shit, I know this one, IRL at least, IIRC Gold Ship's brother that always threw off his jockey after the race was done or something like that. That entire family ain't right (affectionate), and I do like that she's got a very Randylike design, big fan.

[akakris10]

How about 25 for the ask game?

25 - favorite welfare

uuuoohhh... This is a hard one, super caught between Crownslayer and Civilight. I love them so much my scrunklies

For 5-star regular welfares though, KROOS FOREVER. YOU LOVE THIS BUNNY!!!!!!

[nerdmusk]

Grani/Skadi was so much fun back in the day glad to hear about another Grani liker, I’m hoping she shows up again in the AH story too

ok so uh full disclosure, im not the biggest grani fan, actually didnt level her hahaha..... BUT I DO THINK ITS VERY WEIRD THAT SHE KINDA JUST STOPPED BEING MENTIONED AFTER THE KNIGHT'S TREASURE EVENT??? WHERE IS SHE

[featheredpheonix]

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13. How many d&d characters have you made? 

I probs have actually spent more time as a DM than as an actual player, so I’ve only ever made about 3 PCs.

My first was a Human Rogue named Aver, who I used in a couple campaigns. He was fun because I coded him to be a Russian-esque street thug who was a heavy drinker before he swore it off, so now he makes molotov cocktails out of all his alcohol instead.

My second PC ever was a Halfling Fighter named Lidda Bullroarer. She was part Dwarvish, and thereby raised in a by her wealthy Dwarven side of the family her whole life. She had to leave her home when her father was eventually killed by political shenanigans, which set her out on a quest after his murderer. She was pure little being of Lawful Good kindness who the universe apparently had it out for, as over the course of our campaign I saw her:

strike a deal with a Fey that signed part of her soul away to him in a effort to save her friends (and as a side effect granted her super cool powers that would sign even more of her soul away to the Fey if she used them)

see half of her party separated from her while trying to stop a powerful vampire who had summoned a demon army to serve him

have to fight that aforementioned vampire solo after the rest of her party was knockout by his demonic bodyguards

having to use the Fey’s tainted power to the absolute limits she could without signing her whole soul away in the fight with that vampire and still losing

have most of the skin on her body from the neck down slowly transform and take on a scarred, almost wooden texture as a result of overusing the Fey’s power

seeing the members of her party that were knocked out die when magical shenanigans caused the vampire’s tower/fortress exploded, only barely having survived herself

having to wander about in her party’s airship after they were all killed/separated from her

having that airship explode and kill her

being brought back to a sort of half-life and being forced to serve a mysterious entity is she wants to return to the land of the living

So, yeah, she’s been through the ringer hardcore, but is still mostly the kind and thoughtful person she was, which feels super cool to RP. She’s also my favorite

PC I’ve ever made, if the size of this paragraph wasn’t an indicator enough of that.

The last PC I ever made was a Goliath Barbarian named Aumek that escaped religious slavery and indoctrination and is now solely concerned with Doing Cool Stuff, such as rooftop parkour, honorable 1v1 combat, and eating contests.

[theoriginalmysteryincorporated]

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9. What is the funniest thing anyone has ever said in a d&d session you’ve played in?

i can’t think of anything specific bc i’ve got a Bad Memory, but i’m Certain last week was some gold banter between my monk, our pyromancer, and our cleric while we all fought over who got to wear a dead guy’s clothes

16. What is your favorite spell?

cure wounds bc it keeps me alive? tbh i’m not sure, i’ve actually never played a magic-wielding character, tho i think in my next campaign i’d wanna play a warlock

anything to do with fire tho and I Am There

[the-stray-liger]

Mia’s reaction to the Daughter of the Comsmos?

HEY BABY WHAT THAT MOUTH DO

[lumberwoof]

@kc5rings said: Sparring match between Riza and LanFan in the chimera AU 

Before this, LanFan had only ever heard about the chimera: humans that had been alchemically merged with animals by the military, usually soldiers that were critically injured in one of the country’s many wars. But this isn’t quite what she expected.

Riza Hawkeye looks human, mostly.

It’s her eyes that set her apart. They don’t move like a human’s do.

It’s not unsettling in the way the presence of a Homunculus is, but it is unsettling. Her eyes remain still for the most part, but LanFan always feels like she’s being watched, no matter what angle she tries to approach Hawkeye from.

Thankfully they’re just sparring. After a newfound alliance between their respective groups, Hawkeye had been the one to approach her about it, citing a desire for better hand-to-hand skills. LanFan had been more than happy to accept, as it would be a learning experience for her as well.

A chance to see the capabilities of a chimera.

“Should I attack first?” Hawkeye asks.

She’s still standing defensively, though her back is facing LanFan. Her head is only slightly tilted, so a single eye is locked onto LanFan’s form. Her form looks good, but stiff, like she’s really only trained hand-to-hand and never really fought.

Considering what she knows of Hawkeye, LanFan wouldn’t be surprised if that was true.

“If you wish,” LanFan answers. “I want to gauge your current skill, so do whatever feels comfortable for you.”

“Alright.”

Hawkeye strikes lightning fast, dropping and spinning out with a leg sweep. LanFan doesn’t know what she was expecting, but superhuman speed probably should’ve been one of those things. It catches her ankle and she handsprings away, already knowing that Hawkeye will close the distance.

The blows are fast and powerful, but predictable, so it’s easy to block every punch as it comes her way. She uses those few seconds to take in what she can. Hawkeye has a strong stance, but it’s not fluid enough. A sweep and a grapple then, she decides. She hooks Hawkeye’s ankle with her own, catches a punch, and uses the momentum to spin.

She lands on her back, Hawkeye on top of her, back to LanFan’s chest. She presses her heels into Hawkeye’s inner thighs, wraps her arm around Hawkeye’s throat and braces it for a sleeper hold.

Hawkeye’s short cropped hair is in her face, brushing her nose. Hands dig into her forearms, and suddenly blunt nails become sharp talons, piercing and drawing blood. Before LanFan can let go, her nose scrunches up, suddenly uncomfortable from a strange new texture brushing against it.

The sneeze catches her off-guard, sending her nose colliding into the back of Hawkeye’s head.

Instantly they both roll away from each other, groaning in pain.

LanFan checks her nose for damage, trying to figure out what had caused that of all things. Her cheeks feel a little rosy because she’s done that hold thousands of times and never once has she sneezed.

Hawkeye looks sheepish, carding her fingers through her hair. She rolls her neck, and slowly gets to her feet, offering LanFan a hand up. “You know,” she says, eyes twinkling with equal parts amusement and embarrassment. “I’ve had a lot of people get under my skin over the years, but you might be the first to literally ruffle my feathers.”

[aresmarked]

*spins a wheel*

MafuEna werewolf AU first change

She is howling, weeping, howling and weeping and new claws tearing to shreds the forest floor about her as her body breaks, reknits, and stretches towards its final outline.

Uncertain, Ena watches for a moment, unsure if it's a time to offer the little comfort she can—physical—to this stranger who had seemed burningly cold and distant just a few hours before, and the first real shred of emotion Ena'd witnessed had been seconds ago, burdened with the distress of death so near, regret, and a desperate need for something, anything, when the one option she had would forever twine them, wanted or not.

Ultimately the next whimper stirs her, and she presses her head down, then the rest of her body, to provide warm, furry, steady pressure and proximity to the newborn wolf before her, until the pain's no more.