The Undead Cleric

So, let's say Remnant went more the superhero route.

Jaune is from a line of what is basically Remnant's Superman in terms of being like THE hero. But it's a power passed down with a choosy magical artifact, Crocea Mors.

Jaune is like, not even in the succession plan when it comes to who get's the power next. He's not even really been trained, his oldest sister is the one who everyone assumes is going to be the heir. Then when it comes time for the sword to actually pick who will inherit the power when Jaune's dad retires, it picks Jaune.

So now Jaune has to actually learn how to be a hero and get's put on this AU's version of the Teen Titans (Can you tell that I don't actually watch/read much superhero stuff?) with the rest of RWBY and JNPR and/or whoever else you want to put in there.

Throw in a rivalry with his golden child older sister and having an older mentor super (You know I'm picking Summer) and there you go. I'd make it more threat of the week that slowly get's more serialized, but that's just me.

Also throw in a joke about everyone getting Blake's hero name wrong because they assume it has to be cat related and Blake getting progressively more pissed about that fact.

I would write this myself if I didn't have two other projects going on, and me not really knowing a lot about superhero stuff to be honest.

Spin the wheel to find out in which way your Magic begins to gradually transform your body?

there's worse i guess

...Ewww- LIGHTNING BALL.

get a bit of hope, you get

a cute birb photo

That means that you are assigned to a stereotypical RPG role inside our new fantasy world. Spin this wheel to find out what you are now doing for a living.

…well, I did joke with my friend the other day that I was great at standing in the corner of parties staring out at everyone else ominously

Every person who reblogs this will have a Pokémon egg in their submissions and a few days later a Pokémon will hatch from the egg.

Rabbits rely on body language for the majority of their communication.  They also rely on manners in a way that would make the Heian Era aristocrats look uncultured.  And you don’t get manner dictates like that without ALSO knowing how to be passive-aggressive with them. 

Rabbit flops are super vulnerable for a bunny.  Their stomachs are exposed and they’re in a position that means if danger shows up they have to waste precious seconds getting up before they can sprint for safety.  A rabbit flop means both ‘I’m so happy I can’t contain it’ and ‘I feel so safe I am going to be vulnerable and really let go’.  Rabbit owners love seeing it.  It means that your bun really does feel that safe around you.  It’s a pretty high compliment from an animal that knows everyone’s out to kill them.

However -

it can also be used passive aggressively in the ‘you mean so little to me you’re not even worth acknowledging as existing’.  It’s right on the same level as walking into a room and greeting everyone but one person.  An enemy rabbit would be a threat.  This rabbit?  This rabbit isn’t even important enough to be a threat.  They’re a nobunny and so I will flop because there is nothing in the area worthy enough to bother being aware of.

Something happened with you and Death that's made things, like, super awkward between the two of you, and Death has been deliberately avoiding you ever since. You don't like to talk about it.

A mad scientist who's experimenting with the reanimation of dead tissue keeps resurrecting you by mistake. They aren't even looking for you specifically – you just keep coincidentally ending up in their corpse pile, and they never realise it's you on the table before pulling the lever; they're extremely sick of seeing your face.

God has a gambling problem, and He made a bet that somehow requires you in particular to be alive. Every time He brings you back He's going double or nothing on the wager; at this point He couldn't stop even if He wanted to, because the consequences of cutting His losses would literally be unimaginable.

You're a rogue member of a secret society of anthropomorphic cat sorcerers who've conquered death by sealing the entire city inside an enormous enchanted box, thus rendering your dead/alive state ontologically ambiguous; your quest is to open the box, thereby making your erstwhile peers – and yourself – mortal again.

The sin that damned you to Hell was so fucking weird that there genuinely isn't a page in the big book of punishments for that, and it turns out that there's no particular mechanism in place to stop you from just wandering off and doing whatever while they're trying to figure out what to do with you.

You're actually playing as an endless series of eerily similar cousins out to avenge the original player character's cutscene-mandated prologue death, and that's why you need to go on a corpse run to get your shit back every time you die: you're literally retrieving the previous cousin's stuff.

Aries: An empire of fire and salt water. Fertile island fortresses patrolled by many-armed stone sentinels wielding golden flamberges. Rivers of fire spilling into the sea.

Taurus: An empire of honey and snow. Castles that stand as decadent art. Colossal ghostly spirit foxes watch over forests of cherry trees.

Gemini: An empire of rain and silk. Glittering iridescent cloaks and wide brimmed straw masks. The aqueducts flow ever deeper into the mountains.

Cancer: An empire of time and woodlands. Citadels of fossilized lumber strong as any metal. Old rusted weapons jut from the grass like weeds.

Leo: An empire of roses and bridges. Subtle stonework hewn rough by ages of wear. Stone blossoms wilting as the season passes.

Virgo: An empire of tombs and amber. The spires of the great necropolis are visible over the labyrinth walls, as kongamato patrol the skies.

Libra: An empire of sand and glass. The libraries of a thousand cities stolen, collected in the grand archives. A library of libraries. 

Scorpio: An empire of blood and stars. Nothing is left of this great people, but their decedents know their history well. Spilling blood on the great story-stones that dot the overgrowth brings whispers of the past. 

Ophiuchus: An empire of wind and hooves. Steeds like a thunderstorm, heavy and dark. Leaving only nursing trees and pillars to the dead in their wake.

Sagittarius: A landless empire of wanderers. Cloaks of feathers and ritual smoke. Comfortable boots and hospitality, though they are the guests.

Capricorn: An empire of stories and loss. Ruins buried under ice, unseen for generations.

Aquarius: An empire of brass and coal. The corpses of war machines that now dot the landscape. Rusted green in the autumn rains. 

Aries: An empire of fire and salt water. Fertile island fortresses patrolled by many-armed stone sentinels wielding golden flamberges. Rivers of fire spilling into the sea.

Taurus: An empire of honey and snow. Castles that stand as decadent art. Colossal ghostly spirit foxes watch over forests of cherry trees.

Gemini: An empire of rain and silk. Glittering iridescent cloaks and wide brimmed straw masks. The aqueducts flow ever deeper into the mountains.

Cancer: An empire of time and woodlands. Citadels of fossilized lumber strong as any metal. Old rusted weapons jut from the grass like weeds.

Leo: An empire of roses and bridges. Subtle stonework hewn rough by ages of wear. Stone blossoms wilting as the season passes.

Virgo: An empire of tombs and amber. The spires of the great necropolis are visible over the labyrinth walls, as kongamato patrol the skies.

Libra: An empire of sand and glass. The libraries of a thousand cities stolen, collected in the grand archives. A library of libraries.

Scorpio: An empire of blood and stars. Nothing is left of this great people, but their decedents know their history well. Spilling blood on the great story-stones that dot the overgrowth brings whispers of the past.

Sagittarius: A landless empire of wanderers. Cloaks of feathers and ritual smoke. Comfortable boots and hospitality, though they are the guests.

Capricorn: An empire of stories and loss. Ruins buried under ice, unseen for generations.

Aquarius: An empire of brass and coal. The corpses of war machines that now dot the landscape. Rusted green in the autumn rains.

Pisces: A sunken empire. Pillars of shining black salt break the waves, the deeper recesses of the grand palace lie sodden and unexplored.

Ophiuchus: An empire of wind and hooves. Steeds like a thunderstorm, heavy and dark. Leaving only nursing trees and pillars to the dead in their wake.

I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could be able to translate these abstract lands and draw them connect them to each troll of homestuck. The idea was to make them pretty quickly in a day, but the more I did, the more details I put into the next drawing, so the first one is almost a sketch and the last one is way much cleaner. In the end I did six or seven in a day and lost the interest for a month, until yesterday I decided to finish it. My favorite is Kanaya, it was quite difficult to understand and the amber labyrinth took me quite some time to make

I hope you like them, it was quite fun to make them

Do not unsheathe me without reason.

Brennan Lee Mulligan, when asked how to create villains for ttrpgs

ADHD is living in a constant state of sleep deprivation as we try to fit our lives around a 9-5 work/school schedule not designed for us as our circadian rhythm kicks in much, much later than neurotypical peoples, making us natural night owls.

ADHD privilege is forever feeling overwhelmed and like you’re never achieving anything, because unlike neurotypicals, you don’t get a hit of dopamine for doing simple tasks like folding laundry or remembering to take care of yourself. You’re not bad, lazy or worthless. You’re literally not getting enough dopamine fo your brain to work.

ADHD privilege is having our meds be extremely hard to get because neurotypical people who don’t need the same chemical brain support as we do abuse them the shit out of them then claim they’re bad. And no, reliance on a medication that helps you is not addiction, you are not weak or failing because you need meds. Also side note: addiction is a mental illness and it’d be super swell if people could stop demonizing it and using it as justication to deny people help!!!

It looks like someone tirelessly churning out some of the most incredible, well thought out, detailed work (whether fan or original content) chock full of symbolism and connections most folks wouldn’t have ever made. It looks like art, music, stories, thoughts, theories, and ideas unlike anything made before by one of their peers.

It is spending hours, even days relentlessly hyperfocused on one tiny thing, not eating or sleeping or hydrating or exercising or doing work or chores or anything except thinking about the object of your hyperfixation; not because you want to but because you are literally, physically, mentally unable to stop. 

It is sleepless nights, physical and mental fatigue, and sudden dizziness from one or multiple of the half dozen ways you forgot to take care of your body. 

It is distress at being pulled away from your fixation and becoming irrationally, extremely angry at the one who dragged you away. 

It is mounting anxiety as you become increasingly aware of what you should be doing but aren’t because this thing has so utterly consumed you. The fear of what is going undone, what is being lost, how much you’ll have to catch up on, or worse, start from scratch. Few fears are greater than that of having to figure out how to start over.

Then, all of a sudden, you can’t stand it anymore. Mere moments ago you couldn’t stop, but now, without warning, in the middle of a thought, you cannot continue. At last, you are released from that fixation. But there is no peace in it. There is no closure, nor relief. It leaves you empty, ill from lack of self-care, and longing for the boundless energy and focus and creativity you had before.

And then they come. The ones who saw not your plight but its products. They praise you for what you created, and condemn you for what went undone in your helpless fervor.