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Gwen Bouchard you are going to get Noel Edmunds murdered, followed by yourself. Enjoy your inevitable tattoos.

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If the TMA entities are really a single god of fear, but the Web is the only sentient one, then I’m wondering if the entities are actually more like body-parts.
The Web is Fear’s brain.
The Eye is Fear’s eyes.
The Spiral is Fear’s lying tongue.
The Stranger is Fear’s face.
The Vast is Fear’s height.
The Hunt is Fear’s nose.
The Flesh is Fear’s stomach.
The Lonely is Fear’s icy heart.
The Dark is Fear’s shadow.
The Slaughter is Fear’s claws and teeth.
The Desolation is Fear’s fiery breath.
The Corruption is Fear’s parasites.
The Buried… idk
The End… ???
The Extinction is Fear’s egg-sac, ready to hatch and overrun the world.
Humans shouldn’t be the everyman species with +1 to each stat. Humans are CON/CHA specialists. We can scar and sweat. We eat poisons for flavour. We’re pursuit predators who can power-walk for hours. We can recover from injuries that insta-kill other species, and keep fighting while suffering from them. We’re hyper-social animals who literally go insane if we’re alone for too long, and will pack bond with a smiley face drawn on a rock.
The “everyman species” in a fantasy rpg should be an antisocial guy with bones made of glass.
I think Azulaang/Aangzula would be so fucking funny.
I know a lot of people play the idea for angst (aangst?) or a darker version of the story. A sort of “ooooo the Sexy but Evil and Insane Manipulator is getting her claws into the heart of the sweet naive avatar she already almost murdered! Isn’t she so Scary and Intimidating?”, and like, it’s your fanfic, but I think that misses a lot of the potential.
Remember: Azula has no goddamn rizz. At all. And she thinks she’s the funniest person alive. A belief that Aang does not share in the slightest.
You don’t have to write her as a cruel calculating seductress, when you can write her as a Really Incredibly Cringe fourteen year old girl with no clue how to get the boy she likes to like her back, so she does the traumatised child-weapon equivalent of pulling his pigtails (hunting him down across the continent and attempting to kidnap him while daydreaming about him joining the fire nation).
Azula who joins Team Avatar because she has a crush, and tries being extra egomaniacal and evil, in an attempt to impress Aang.
Azula who gets her life saved by Aang, and now she feels the need to help him out to repay her debt, and his unwillingness to use evil means to depose her father is So Frustrating and Why Won’t This Boy Just Let Her Massacre Fire Villages For Him Aaaaaargh?!
Azula who tries her Political Mastermind schtick in order to take control of Team Avatar to save them from their own incompetence, but it just Does Not Work.
Azula who tries meditation to understand Aang better, but is so incapable of having any chill that it somehow results in civilian casualties.
Azula who tries to be the Dark Intimidating Manipulator Fire-Sifu, but Aang doesn’t find her scary at all, and just wants her to try having fun with him, and she doesn’t know how to handle this.
Let the girl be a mess.
Found a fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/89369956/chapters/237331561
TMA Campaign Concept: “Sir, this is a Wendy’s”
Players work at a fast food place, and sometimes the customers will traumadump about their supernatural experiences completely unprompted. Other customers are clearly monsters, and will boast about horrible things they’ve done to people. You’re probably serving human meat or something, too; fuck this job.

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I think Azulaang/Aangzula would be so fucking funny.
I know a lot of people play the idea for angst (aangst?) or a darker version of the story. A sort of “ooooo the Sexy but Evil and Insane Manipulator is getting her claws into the heart of the sweet naive avatar she already almost murdered! Isn’t she so Scary and Intimidating?”, and like, it’s your fanfic, but I think that misses a lot of the potential.
Remember: Azula has no goddamn rizz. At all. And she thinks she’s the funniest person alive. A belief that Aang does not share in the slightest.
You don’t have to write her as a cruel calculating seductress, when you can write her as a Really Incredibly Cringe fourteen year old girl with no clue how to get the boy she likes to like her back, so she does the traumatised child-weapon equivalent of pulling his pigtails (hunting him down across the continent and attempting to kidnap him while daydreaming about him joining the fire nation).
Azula who joins Team Avatar because she has a crush, and tries being extra egomaniacal and evil, in an attempt to impress Aang.
Azula who gets her life saved by Aang, and now she feels the need to help him out to repay her debt, and his unwillingness to use evil means to depose her father is So Frustrating and Why Won’t This Boy Just Let Her Massacre Fire Villages For Him Aaaaaargh?!
Azula who tries her Political Mastermind schtick in order to take control of Team Avatar to save them from their own incompetence, but it just Does Not Work.
Azula who tries meditation to understand Aang better, but is so incapable of having any chill that it somehow results in civilian casualties.
Azula who tries to be the Dark Intimidating Manipulator Fire-Sifu, but Aang doesn’t find her scary at all, and just wants her to try having fun with him, and she doesn’t know how to handle this.
Let the girl be a mess.
Zuko thinks Azula is trying to manipulate the Avatar to help their dad win the war and joins to steer Aang back into peace
The rest of the Gaang wonder how these 2 cringe siblings with no social skills and even less chill were ever Scary TM
Azula also thinks that Azula is manipulating the avatar.
I cannot emphasise enough that watching him from across the campsite while failing to pluck up the nerve to speak to him for several minutes, while Aang is getting increasingly weirded out that she’s Staring At Him and Hasn’t Blinked the Whole Time, before suddenly blurting out something really cringe and intense with all the confidence of a serial killer wearing her previous victim’s skin as a suit, is not successful manipulation.
Jared (19) would have been immune to Leitners
what if after ep9, leeroy came back to the C&A office and tried the headset on again
no wait, what if leeroy did that at the START of ep9 and full-crashout jax has to interact with the mostly-healed version
what if after ep9, leeroy came back to the C&A office and tried the headset on again
They should make me the doctor who showrunner. I would fix every problem with the lore while simultaneously creating about twice as many new ones.

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CALYPSO: I had no friends but the sky and sun. :(
URANUS and HELIOS: Who said we were friends?
wow it was so crazy when pomni used her iconic unicorn horn to stab bubble to death and upload the entire circus to kinger’s steam account so they could all become league of legends streamers
just saw tadc the last act in cinema
that digital circus sure was amazing
mage the ascension but it’s the magnus archives, and each fear is a paradigm
Sometimes on writing advice threads, I see someone ask "how long should a chapter be?" and inevitably get the responses "as long as it needs to be" and "how long is a piece of string?". These are not helpful answers (and frankly, I think the responders are being deliberately obtuse as to what the intent behind the question is). Here are some answers that I do consider helpful:
You want your chapters to be easily digestible chunks. Most people can handle 3-5k words without trouble. Unless your story is deeply engaging, or your target audience is very well-read, the reader might lose focus once you're getting closer to 15k words.
Try to make your chapters roughly consistent lengths. Error bars of a couple-thousand words, let's say. It's jarring to suddenly get an 11k word megachapter or 0.8k word microchapter in the middle of a book where most chapters are around 4k.
Pace yourself. If you start to lose track of things once you get to 9k words, then in most situations, your chapters shouldn't be 9k words or longer.

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Spiral avatar who can turn things into plastic toy versions of themselves. Oh, you’re halfway through a meal at a restaurant and you’re raising your fork to your mouth to take another bite? Yeah… sorry… the thing on your fork is one of those plastic toy food objects you get in children's play sets. Yeah… sorry… so is everything else on your plate when you look down in shock. Yeah… sorry… your fork is actually also a plastic toy, and you’re sitting at a plastic kid’s-sized table on a plastic kid’s-sized chair. Enjoy drinking from your no-spills sippy-cup, though.
(the wine in it was replaced with a plastic toy bunch of grapes)
You fetch the manager to— complain? Ask what the fuck is happening? Have a humiliating breakdown in front of? —and when you get back to the table, everything is normal. Dude, you’re fucking crazy. Eat your food.
So you leave the restaurant, only to discover this in your parking space: