So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
The sun is loud, but sound doesn't travel thru space
I know that much, but why? Is fusion loud?
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
The sun is loud, but sound doesn't travel thru space
I know that much, but why? Is fusion loud?
YES, WHAT DO YOU THINK AN EXPLOSION SOUNDS LIKE?
Loud, but that’s something coming apart, not coming together. And it doesn’t even sound anything like an explosion
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
The sun is loud, but sound doesn't travel thru space
I know that much, but why? Is fusion loud?
YES, WHAT DO YOU THINK AN EXPLOSION SOUNDS LIKE?
Loud, but that’s something coming apart, not coming together. And it doesn’t even sound anything like an explosion
FINE, DO YOU THINK AN INPLOSION IN QUIET?????????????????????
1. It doesn’t sound like an implosion either 2. Fusion isn’t necessarily an implosion
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
Anyone got any ideas for an excuse for an 11th-level monster hunter who eats fiends, undead, and constructs on a regular basis to not only exist but take on a particularly low-paying and difficult contract in the middle of nowhere?
Job is in the area of a type of undead he finds particularly delicious
That's a great idea, but unfortunately our primary opponents are Drowned Ones who turn into brackish water upon death, so I'm not sure that would work
Anyone got any ideas for an excuse for an 11th-level monster hunter who eats fiends, undead, and constructs on a regular basis to not only exist but take on a particularly low-paying and difficult contract in the middle of nowhere?
The monster was originally made to protect a village, but it was hated, so it made a deal with a devil and was exiled, wandering the middle of nowhere to find a home
This is a monster hunter, not a monster that is hunted. While the two are not mutually exclusive, this guy makes a career out of studying and carving up supernatural beings for people.
Anyone got any ideas for an excuse for an 11th-level monster hunter who eats fiends, undead, and constructs on a regular basis to not only exist but take on a particularly low-paying and difficult contract in the middle of nowhere?
Job is in the area of a type of undead he finds particularly delicious
That's a great idea, but unfortunately our primary opponents are Drowned Ones who turn into brackish water upon death, so I'm not sure that would work
Hmm. Yeah I would just use Cyno’s idea cuz I got nothing
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
god why are my arms not ripped i push so many people away
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Anyone got any ideas for an excuse for an 11th-level monster hunter who eats fiends, undead, and constructs on a regular basis to not only exist but take on a particularly low-paying and difficult contract in the middle of nowhere?
Fear of hurting people so he moves somewhere far away from civilization, and low chance of his eating habits to be discovered? Low paying because he has no need for money and doesn’t care very much about it?
Very interesting. I hadn't considered that fear could be a motivator, him being a dedicated monster hunter and all, but that sounds like it could be very interesting.
I think it’s interesting for really grizzled soldiers and killers of fantastical creatures to have an innate fear of being hated for what they are and what they enjoy I think. Monster hunters that aren’t scared of monsters as much as they are social interactions are silly - guy that can face down a charging hydra without flinching but is awkward when someone says hello
Textbook on how to avoid Mary Sues: give them a significant weakness, and allow it to come up in the story.
This character has a +0 to charisma, but they are very intimidating due to their imposing physique. Perhaps they're monstrous in their own right, a result of their mutagenic eating habits mixed with curses they've collected from feeding on ghosts and demons.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
No one is quite sure what the Waiflayer (placeholder name) is or where it came from, but it was originally discovered when its mother died from a curse at Saint Rawhock's Center for Problematic Blessings. She was an immensely durable woman, capable of withstanding brutal violence despite her frail-looking frame. It was a shock when she fell to her "blessing," as the doctors insist we call them. But, horrifyingly, they found her pregnant. She had died a virgin, and the fetus- as they assumed it was a child at the time- seemed to be healthy despite the lack of life in its host. So they allowed it to develop for an additional six months before the decision was made to terminate it, to spare the mother the indignity of having her corpse on display. It survived the procedure without issue, even taking a needle to the skull. The surgeon-nun, sobbing, reported that she had done enough, and that she couldn't bear to look at the thing she had tried to terminate moments before. It was raised in the facility, cared for by the doctors and clerics, and even, at times, the patients. It resembled a real child, and that was enough for the people who lived at Saint Rawhock's. Concern grew when it began to eat things. Not anything important, or even in significant amounts, but the concern was that it... survived some of the things it ate without even taking damage. Broken glass, used bandages, vermin, stolen medications, embalming fluid, bolts and screws, even bits of flesh from the morgue. It wasn't a dangerous creature by any means, but its strength, mobility, appetite, and intellect were far beyond that of a mortal child even three times its age. Within three years, it had exterminated all the pests in the facility through devouring. Within five years, it had studied and obtained incredible medical knowledge and used it to assist the healers. They knew it wasn't human, but they didn't understand how to leverage its abilities until the day the hospital was deemed "politically indecent." Vicious monsters were sent in and began to slaughter the patients. The paladins were overwhelmed by the sheer number, and they couldn't block all of the warbeasts. There were far fewer casualties than expected, however, due to the teenage creature's heroism. When they found it, it was nearly dead, but it had held off the beasts for several minutes. When they went to stabilize it, eyewitnesses reported that it whispered some rather concerning words: "Can I do that again?"
I am doing alright
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE SUN IS LOUD??!
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
I know that much, but why? Is fusion loud?
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Loud, but that’s something coming apart, not coming together. And it doesn’t even sound anything like an explosion
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
1. It doesn’t sound like an implosion either 2. Fusion isn’t necessarily an implosion
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
That's a great idea, but unfortunately our primary opponents are Drowned Ones who turn into brackish water upon death, so I'm not sure that would work
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
This is a monster hunter, not a monster that is hunted. While the two are not mutually exclusive, this guy makes a career out of studying and carving up supernatural beings for people.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Hmm. Yeah I would just use Cyno’s idea cuz I got nothing
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
god why are my arms not ripped i push so many people away
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Textbook on how to avoid Mary Sues: give them a significant weakness, and allow it to come up in the story.
This character has a +0 to charisma, but they are very intimidating due to their imposing physique. Perhaps they're monstrous in their own right, a result of their mutagenic eating habits mixed with curses they've collected from feeding on ghosts and demons.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
https://youtube.com/shorts/lEqX3VRUv2A?si=6fUt53PIHOxRvYR1
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I have some lore, but it is incredibly dark.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Spoilered for nasty business
No one is quite sure what the Waiflayer (placeholder name) is or where it came from, but it was originally discovered when its mother died from a curse at Saint Rawhock's Center for Problematic Blessings. She was an immensely durable woman, capable of withstanding brutal violence despite her frail-looking frame. It was a shock when she fell to her "blessing," as the doctors insist we call them.
But, horrifyingly, they found her pregnant.
She had died a virgin, and the fetus- as they assumed it was a child at the time- seemed to be healthy despite the lack of life in its host. So they allowed it to develop for an additional six months before the decision was made to terminate it, to spare the mother the indignity of having her corpse on display. It survived the procedure without issue, even taking a needle to the skull.
The surgeon-nun, sobbing, reported that she had done enough, and that she couldn't bear to look at the thing she had tried to terminate moments before.
It was raised in the facility, cared for by the doctors and clerics, and even, at times, the patients. It resembled a real child, and that was enough for the people who lived at Saint Rawhock's. Concern grew when it began to eat things. Not anything important, or even in significant amounts, but the concern was that it... survived some of the things it ate without even taking damage. Broken glass, used bandages, vermin, stolen medications, embalming fluid, bolts and screws, even bits of flesh from the morgue. It wasn't a dangerous creature by any means, but its strength, mobility, appetite, and intellect were far beyond that of a mortal child even three times its age.
Within three years, it had exterminated all the pests in the facility through devouring. Within five years, it had studied and obtained incredible medical knowledge and used it to assist the healers. They knew it wasn't human, but they didn't understand how to leverage its abilities until the day the hospital was deemed "politically indecent."
Vicious monsters were sent in and began to slaughter the patients. The paladins were overwhelmed by the sheer number, and they couldn't block all of the warbeasts. There were far fewer casualties than expected, however, due to the teenage creature's heroism. When they found it, it was nearly dead, but it had held off the beasts for several minutes. When they went to stabilize it, eyewitnesses reported that it whispered some rather concerning words: "Can I do that again?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels