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Writers and TTRPG Players, today's character question!

Who would your character love to take out on a date? What would they want to do together?

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so far so good Jim. I hope it all works out for you.☺️
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So with work picking up, writing slows down. Still, 50k into my first draft of Statues Erode is a nice place to be.

Got a ship and crew and an unknown mission. What more could you ask for in a sci-fi?

Now it's time to find out if I can stick the landing 😬

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for air.
"Do as he asks." Scyva said, her voice firm and demanding.
"I can make him do it." Izax glared at the white robed priest.
He pointed a black clawed finger. "Do not make me exile you permanently." His red eyes narrowed, watching the white robed priest.
"I shall destroy everything and everyone you love, beginning with your lover." He looked at the white robed priest. "Do not test me mortal." Izax released Nahut. He choked, rubbing his golden throat.
The priest's hands shook. "no please don't."
First the Eternal Empire, and now the Gods. It has to stop. I don't want to give in to them, but they'll kill me if I don't. I can't let them win. Izax took his hesitation for defiance. "Shall I subdue him father?" Esne stepped forward, her seafoam eyes glared at him thoughtfully. She held a grass green hand oved his chest.
Izax crossed his arms across his chest. "that shall not be necessary. I know of a better way." he looked at Tyth. "Bring me the pure Sith."
Tyth nodded his big red bald head, then disappeared into thin air with a hum and a whoosh.
Pure Sith? Theron thought. I only know of one.. "No!" He glared at the serpent God. "Lord Borias won't do what you want Izax. He only helps people. What you're doing is wrong. It goes against everything he stands for now."
Even though he doesn't remember, Theron thought sadly.
" you shall do as we ask Scyva eyed him coolly, her ruby eyes boring info his green gold ones. "We know your weakness."
They know, I've always let my passion control me.
Tyth appeared with a carbonite casing of Borias in tow.
He grinned at Theron, his Sith pureblood face showed contempt. He rested his hand on the side of the casing.
"I can destroy him easily." He waved his big red hand over the frozen form slowly.
Aivela looked at the frozen Borias, admiring his beauty.
"Such a terrible waste. He is a fine specimen." she stroked the frozen form teasingly.
"this is his lover." Scyva said plainly.
"even better." Aivela giggled, cuddling up next to the carbonite casing. Theron shook with rage and fear, he looked at Nahut, pleading.
"you promised me..." his green gold eyes glistened with tears.
Nahut looked at him with pity. "I am sorry. there is nothing I can do. I thought we could defeat them, but they shall only destroy me... destroy everything." Theron looked at the gods. they will kill me if I don't do what they want. I would do anything to protect you, even die, but there is too much at stake. he looked at the frozen form sadly. I'm sorry Borias. I really wish that things were different, but they're not.
I just hope that if we live through this we can finally be together.
I'll do what I have to. he let out a heavy sigh, then stepped forward, reaching toward the purple crystal.
Theron looked over his shoulder at Nahut.
Nahut nodded, a sad smile crossed his golden face.
Theron slowly slid his fingers over the crystal, feeling its smooth surface.
as soon as he wrapped both hands around the amethyst crystal, the whole chamber began to shake. he felt the deck beneath his feet vibrate. the gods jerked with the force of the vibration. a loud hum rang out through the GRAVESTONE.
Theron wanted to cover his ears, but he couldn't take his hands off of the crystal. his feet were planted to the deck. he couldn't move even if he wanted to. the color drained from the crystal. it became clear and sparkled brightly.
He had to shut his eyes the light was so bright.. The Gods screamed in agony.
Theron winced.
All the Gods collapsed to the deck, save one..
The chamber got deathly quiet.
Theron open his eyes looking around the empty chamber he was alone with Nahut.
Everyone was gone like they were never there at all.
Nahut smiled at him. " thank you my son. The cycle is complete."
Theron stared at him. "what happened? where is everyone? where is Borias?"
The god smiled at him. "he was never here."
"but I saw him. the gods brought him here."
" a necessary deception." he grinned wickedly. "I had to be sure that you would do as I asked, and you performed beautifully."
Theron's green gold eyes blazed. " you tricked me. I thought you were good... I thought you wanted peace."
"peace is for the weak." Nahut's golden face morphed into the serpent.
Izax glared at him with ruby red eyes. "Foolish mortal."
Theron stared at him, eyes wide. "it was you all along, wasn't it? you killed them. the priests... the gods..he shuddered.
" what have I done he cringed of what would come next.
"you have brought the dawn of a new civilization."
Izax grinned wickedly.
"But the alliance...Borias..."
"You have no alliance and now your commander is dead."
"Dead? No..I saw him here before we got to the GRAVESTONE."
"Before, yes, it is true. He needed to be out of my way." "Before, yes, it is true. He needed to be out of my way."
Theron stared at him in horror. The red eyes gleamed with malice and contempt.
"Where is he then?"
Izax chuckled. "I needed a pure soul." He pointed a black clawed finger at the over sized red-black crystal in the central compartment.
" he is there for eternity.. to fuel the Galaxy with the strength I need to conquer it."
Theron stared in horror at the crystal.
he stepped up to it, reaching out to place a hand on it. it was warm to the touch. it pulsated like a beating heart.
Theron gasped, taken back. "It's alive."
" it was merely sleeping. you have awoken it. the
GRAVESTONE shall live again." Izax looked at him.
"You may live long enough to see it. Just be sure not to cross me again. I now I must go." With a hum and a whoosh, he was gone.
Theron stood alone in the Dark Sanctuary with only his thoughts to keep him company.
What am I going to do now? Borias is gone, Izax has disappeared. I don't even know if any of the others are alive. I haven't heard from anyone since Borias disappeared. For all I know, Izax abducted all the others too. Something isn't right. I gotta figure out what's going on...
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3632 bby the GRAVESTONE Wild Space
The five priests walked into the chamber of the dark sanctuary.
the priests wore the corresponding colors to the God's that they represented.
red for TYTH, the God of War and the rage. blue for SCYVA, the goddess of sorrows and apathy. orange for AIVELA, the companion to TYTH. green for ESNE, the envious sister.
black for IZAX the God of destruction, the devourer.
The black robed priest stepped up to the huge crystal in the central chamber.
"Lord IZAX."he bowed his hooded head in reverence.
"I am ready to receive your blessing." he said, holding the Onyx crystal in both hands. it was thick enough that he needed both hands to hold it.
the red black Crystal pulsated as if in answer to his presence.
he breathed, startled, as he started to rise off of the ground.
he floated up toward the top of the compartment where the crystal was inside.
on top of the crystal compartment stood a waist-high podium with a round slot at the top of it. The slot was just large enough for the crystal to fit inside. around the perimeter of the chamber stood five similar slots to the one up on top. each priest approached, holding their crystals in front of them.
they all slid their crystals into the slots in front of them.
when the black-robed priest placed his crystal into the slot, there was a great wailing sound, like someone screaming. a pressure was released like a great hiss.
A booming wispy voice rang out in the chamber.
"It has begun, but first, the demon hunter must be disbursed." The force ghost of Valkorian lingered, trying to stay unnoticed.
He screamed as his essence was sucked into the crystal.
"You thought yourself powerful, but we are the ones who gave you that power. that ends now" As Valkorian was sucked into the crystal, voices were heard overlapping, like a crowded room full of people.
A deep female voice rang out in the chamber.
"Izax has returned. Now we only need my son Nahut to continue. "
" I am here mother." a sing-song voice said. the almost 7 foot tall form appeared at the doorway, heavily clad in white robes, his cowled hood pulled low over his face.
a smaller figure followed him in, also hiding himself in the heavy robes.t
Nahut whispered to the white robed priest, then stood his full height, hiding his hands in his sleeves.
The white priest stepped forward, placing his crystal into the slot in front of him.
"good." the black-robed priest said. "now let us begin."
"place your hands upon the crystals." the female voice instructed.
Nahut bent down to whisper to his priest.
The priest nodded in recognition.
A great hum began, vibrating throughout the chamber.
The red black crystal pulsated like a beating heart. the light in the dark Sanctuary glowed red. the metal deck beneath their feet vibrated. colored smoke came from each priest. blue, red, green, orange and purple. not yellow, which was Nahut's color.
"Now." Nahut whispered, placing his hands over his priest's ears.
The white priest let go of the crystal, then placed his hands over Nahut's.
The priests all began to shake violently, holding onto their crystals, not being able to let go. All, save one.
The black robed priest screamed. "what are you doing!? make him hold the crystal!" the priest shook with rage, his body convulsing violently. "Izax! My lord!" He yelled as black red smoke rose up from beneath his feet.
the whole chamber flooded with colored smoke. the huge pods surrounding the crystal chamber opened slowly, making a loud, whining, metallic sound.
five figures emerged from the pods, wasted and ancient.
they moved forward, then stood behind each of the priests grabbing onto them tightly.
The white-skinned form rose a wasted hand toward the priest on top of the compartment.
the priests screamed as they were consumed by the smoke.
the forms behind them vibrated, absorbing the life force of their respective priests, the two bodies merging together to form one being.
The black Priest started to transform, his robed form morphing into something else entirely. his skin turned a coal black, dark as night. the texture like that of a serpent.
the black priest looked down at the two white robed forms below. He snarled angrily, "you used the wrong crystal Nahut !"
"No father. I did not."
The merged forms stepped away from the central compartment.
The huge red black crystal had been absorbed into the figure standing atop the central chamber. the four figures moved toward Nahut.
Rage, Envy, Passion and Sorrow.
TYTH's priest became taller than the rest. the god of rage. his skin a ruddy red, like thick leather. his body was well-muscled, bulging, his strength renewed.
AIVELA's priest became taller than her more petite twin ESNE.
her skin a healthy orange, like a sunset, her hair long and thick. yellow, like the sun.
ESNE's priest became a smaller version of her twin sister.
her skin a grassy green, her hair blue, like the deepest sea.
SCYVA's priest was tall and full figured with a mother's breasts.
her skin a deep blue, like a Sapphire. her red eyes glowed like rubies and her hair a blue black, like the deepest ocean.
Izax stared angrily at Nahut. " you did not complete the ritual Nahut. you did not merge with your priest." Nahut reached up to slide the cowled hood off of his head, revealing his face to them.
" I have already completed the renewal." he reached over to wrap his arms around his priest protectively.
"this mortal has helped me. he is an innocent." not so innocent. the priest thought to himself.
"I gave you mercy, and now you betray us?" Scyva scowled angrily, her blue face lined with contempt.
"we are Eternal, unending. you stand against us then?"
"kill the hated son!" Tyth boomed. "he does not follow the path."
Aivela pointed at Nahut. "you sabotaged the ritual!" her voice ringing like a wind chime in a summer breeze.
"we are not complete!" Esne growled.
Izax stood atop the central compartment, arms crossed. "finish it Nahut." He said firmly. "finish the ritual."
Nahut shook his thick mop of white gold hair. "no father. I shall not. this must end. there will be peace. we must end the cycle of war."
"Peace is for the weak." Izax raised a black, scaled fist.
Nahut choked, being raised off the ground. He choked
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It got suddenly deathly quiet in the palace of the Eternal Dragon.
Vaylin sat quietly in her room. She felt uneasy. She looked around nervously. She sensed a presence.
"I know you're there. Show yourself." She growled.
The purple- white form faded in and out before her. He looked scared, like something had shocked him.
The force...It's changed. I feel..." Valkorian's spirit wavered.
A smile crossed her face. She grinned wickedly. "Not so powerful, are you father? I sense your fear." He looked back at her, blinking.
"Demon hunter..." The voice echoed in the quiet chamber. " return to me."
"Ha! I knew it." Vaylin laughed heartily. "How does it feel to be controlled? Not so pleasant, is it?" The yellow eyes bore into him.
"I... must go." Valkorian looked around nervously, then disappeared in a poof of purple mist.
"Good riddance." Vaylin said, as she stared into the emptiness of the room.
She let out a heavy sigh. She suddenly felt relieved, like a heavy weight was lifted from her shoulders. She hadn't felt this way since before she was sent to Nathema to be conditioned.
She finally felt at peace. Am I finally free, She wondered.
She walked over to the looking glass hanging on the wall over her mantelpiece.
She slid the heavy hood off of her head and glared at her reflection.
She slid her slender fingers over her pale skin.
The nodes on her forehead began to shift slightly. The normally opaque white began to change to pale blue with flecks of yellow.
What does it mean, she thought. When I was a child, they were bright yellow, like the midday sun.
Perhaps my father's death and his disappearance has something to do with it. Vaylin Tirall from the Video Game Star Wars the Old Republic
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AA Batteries....the struggle was real.
From "HatWIP"
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I crawl into bed. I keep my clothes on. Clothes are my armour. I slip on my headphones and click the play button on my Walkman. I managed to tape Korn's new album onto cassette. I know it is old school, but the battery life on my CD player sucks. I am not made of money for new batteries. I need to save that money for weed. 
The sound is aggressive. It drowns out the thought in my head. The fear of knowing where my body is, the knowledge of how many hours I must endure until my part of the world can face our patron star again. I stare at my perfectly white walls as the pills take me.
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#WIPSnips October 9

"battery"

From Music the Devil Cannot Hear
   “I'm attached to artillery. At the moment we're trying to breach the walls with cannon fire. It seemed promising, but we're too far away and we'll be out of ordnance before long. Want to come and see?”
   Tom let Richard know where he was going and followed Alan.
   “We won't go up to the first battery, we'd just be in the way. But here's the second battery, ready to be brought up. Those at the end are the newest ones and they're the best. There's a company in London that does good precision casting. You  can actually see the difference.  They go straight, further and have a longer life. What? What's the matter?”
   “Oh, nothing,” said Tom. “I knew someone of that name. I was just wondering if they fwere related”
   They watched for a while.  There were thudding sounds, each followed by an echo and the appearance of a small mark on the walls of Ypres. A second or so later there was  a crack.
   “See, they seem to do damage. But that’s not really structural.”
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#WIPSnips, #WtitingCommunity, #WritingPrompts "battery," the one occurrence in Navvies' Flight.

My thoughts: ships in the #navvyverse have some kind of fusion engine for propulsion, and solar sails for sunlight flight... But they need separate fuel and batteries to run their life support systems.
The kiss was more than a little sore around the edges, and so I slapped on another derm, and then she and I continued reassembling one of the turbines that kept our oxygenated air flowing; one I couldn’t help but notice hadn’t looked broken to begin with. I hadn’t forgotten that Davad’s priceless artifact, Bene Dix’s Crown. I hadn’t forgotten about Ledas’s stone gir, which Davad had stolen back, either. I also hadn’t forgotten the strange sense I kept having of being followed. I still had the gun Ells had given me, but I wanted that gir back. Didn’t seem healthy for Davad to keep the very dagger that he’d used to shank his sister, but finding an opportunity to rob him (again) was harder than I expected. For, as if they’d planned it, I was never alone. Rathe returned in the late afternoon to find me and Mureen completing an inventory of the Escape’s battery reserves. My copilot dragged me to his quarters, pressing me against the wall so rapidly and roughly that it took time for both of
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Hey. Who turned out the lights?

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Blake & Ren continue facing fears on their quest to make Ren alive again. I’m sure Blake’s right, & it’ll be fine…

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From A Paranormal Bromance 👻🔋
Black text, green background, “battery” highlighted blue

"Stay with me," I say, moving forward now that I can see.

"Wouldn't be anywhere else," he whispers. "Where are we?"

"The funeral home." I imagine we weren't anywhere until there was light enough to see, but now we're at the top of the stairs.

"No. No no no. We're not going there." He wraps his arms around one of mine, as if he can stop me from going down. "Call off the quest."

"Look, I know better than last time and you're already touching me, so we can't be facing the same thing. It's just scenery. Just a setting meant to scare us." I'm not talking about how my legs are shaking. It might be the setting that's creepy as hell. But it might be that there's one of the Lost down there, ready to take my emotions away and use my powers as a battery. Or it might just be Gram's dead body down on a slab, calling to me to mess with it.
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G'morning #WIPSnips! Just wrote this into TLC like 10 minutes ago. Was going to add it last night, but got into a productive discussion with a discord buddy of mine on some very pertinent details for this WIP, so decided to slap this on right now.
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“Hello? Joeseph Staphson’s phone?” he answers, and my heart leaps for joy for a familiar, friendly face.
“Joey! Man am I glad to hear you!” 
“Jennifer? What the hell? Where are you? Are you okay?” The questions come quick, one after another.
“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m alright. Look, Joey, can I ask you something?” 
“Ask me something? What do you mean? You’ve been gone for two days now! They found your truck out in the middle of nowhere with a completely dead battery! Your phone too! We thought you were kidnapped or dead, and you want to ask me something??” I can sense the relief and frustration mix in his voice and know that I’m probably not making much sense.
“Yeah, I know how it sounds. I’m fine, really! Look, can you meet me? At the ratty motel, you know the one? Room four. I have something I need to talk to you about, it’s really urgent. Also, don’t tell anyone about this, please!”
The line goes silent for a second. “You’re not in trouble are you? Did your egg-donor show up again?”
“Oh god no! Nothing like that! Not trouble, really. A possible opportunity, actually. Can you just come, please? It’s not a problem right now, is it?”
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#wipsnips *battery* (power) max and vita head to the attic, where vita asks max a question that anyone but max would have trouble answering under the threat of being ate dead. #lesfic #queerwriters #writesky
But the attic was filled with objects stacked on top each other, like a regular attic minus the boxes. It gave it the effect of being some sort of wacky museum, and I wanted to look at every single thing, to run my fingertips over every surface. 
          
        “Wow!”
               
   “I agree,” Max said in that low, even voice. I turned to look at her, only to find that she was closer to me than I had thought. The clean scent of her hit me hard and I found myself breathing her in deep. Max’s eyes were brimming with desire, with delight and with a power that even she couldn’t hide. 
                
  Don’t even think about it, I told myself sternly, because kissing was not something I was allowed to do anymore, and because it was all I really wanted to do in that moment other than to roll around in a puddle of her blood.
                  
“Do you want to make love to me?” I found myself asking completely against reason. She gave me a sly smile and ran her teeth over her bottom lip. There was a slight pause before she answered, as if she was trying to decide whether to tell the truth or lie about what she wanted. 
                 
 Eventually, she decided on the truth. “Yes.”
                  
“Why?” I cocked my head to the side, almost nervously toying with a curl, wrapping it around my finger over and over again. “What if I ate you dead after?”
                 
 Her gaze penetrated something inside of me, filling me with warmth and comfort. The next words were simple, but not what I expected. “Because you excite me.”
                  
“Excite you?” I asked in bewilderment. 
                 
 “I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.” 
                 
 I snickered. “I brought you here to kill people. And I threatened to eat you.”
                 
 She shrugged, eyes sparkling as they turned to examine the room around us.
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yeah, and this was back in the day before there was the Internet, where we actually had to go to libraries and read books!😄
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😈

The Gerzean Blade started as a writing prompt from my group.
I wrote chapter 1 in 40min.

🌩Then I KNEW I had something solid.⚡️

My love for Cahokia and moundbuilder culture, a poster in my office showing ancient stone tools, a recent watch of Cowboy Bebop, and my anthropology degree all combined.
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Tell me about the mysteries you’ve written. What drew you to them? How did you pull it all together in the end? 🔎 #WritingPrompt
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#Octoberworldbuilders day 8:

Does my MC play a sport?

Inazuma was very involved with Kendo in high school. He also casually enjoys beach sports (such as volleyball), swimming, and sailing. Fishing also if you count that as a sport.

Nozomi practiced martial arts…mostly for health because-
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#octoberworldbuilders day 1

Well the first desert that comes to mind is the “Shinigami Desert” of WIP 1. Once believed to be the entire world outside the 7 Empires, ruled by a legion of nameless shinigami. (Largely disproven).

The desert is a ring shape around the core provinces of the 7 empires-
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#PlotTober

Aine- Well, every two-bit bounty-hunter in the Hokusai galaxy is looking for her, her plan is pretty 11th-hour, and her supplies unreliable. The success rate of re-entry with a new identity is presumably low, and death is a real possibility.

Bear- He can't infiltrate the cruiser alone..
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#PlotTober Day 8: Conflicts for the MC

Answer the prompt on the card by quoting this post. Remember, answering a prompt is always optional. Even if you don't share it publicly, I hope the prompt encourages you to think about it privately.

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#PlotTober - a WIP plotting game by @gunsmile.bsky.social

8. What are some potential reasons the main character(s) haven't, couldn't, and/or can't pursue these goals yet? Consider other characters, backstory events, circumstances, environmental factors, etc.

Remember: Use the #PlotTober hashtag, engage with others, and have fun!
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I’ve always had a thing for drummers, but I’ve never known any personally and I always wanted to play the drums, but unfortunately that’s not an option when you live in an apartment.
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Happy #AwesomeCharacters!

The Bludeye Beach crew live on a beach, so it would be work to convince them to leave for vacation! But Manny would want to try snowboarding and convince everyone to go to a ski lodge. Cozy fires, hot cocoa, tons of snow! (Cat is a natural at skiing 😉 Edie is not 😂)
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Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

Your characters are getting a well deserved vacation!

Where are they going? (It can be this world or theirs, your choice) Is it somewhere relaxing? Historical? Pure fun?

Why did they choose that destination?

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#LGBTQWriteAThon #QueerWriters Genre of the WIP?

I'll be doing different pieces through the month/end of year. The one that I'm fiddling with *right now* is a Christmas portal fantasy romance. At least I'm supposed to be. Fighting my own inertia.

Will be working on a specfic next.
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#LGBTQWriteAThon October 8:

What genre is your WIP?

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