armored wizard

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Procrastinating…. (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ with D&D fashion doodles.

New ‘found’ outfits (pried from the cold dead bodies of royal guards) for the Druid, Bard, Wizard and my Rogue. Customized in the city to fit their personalities (originally the studded leather was green/white, with a hare motif). I am not sure if the other players had a different look in mind…we’ll see. 

…But at least I added sparkles. Just to make the Paladin jealous.

Okay! Back to business :3

That's not concerning in the slightest!

Context:

After finally escaping solitary confinement in the capital, our wizard is following the heroine to the throne room where the rest of the party is waiting, ready to fight.

Wizard: *follows the heroine up a flight of steps* Are you sure you know where you’re going?

Heroine: shut up the guards might hear us!

Dm: As you reach the next landing, you hear the clanking of armor and casual conversation.

Wizard(oog): can i roll perception to see what they are saying? *rolls nat 20 and proceeds to celebrate*

Dm: you hear the leader of the platoon talking with his teammates.

Leader: *basically talks about conflict in the throne room and missing people all over the city*

Dm: the guards turn the corner and run right into you

Leader: PRISONER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF YOUR CELL?!

Wizard (oog) : Dm how did he see me?!

Dm: *facepalms* did you roll stealth? You literally stood at the entrance of the stairway listening to their conversation until they ran into you.

Eventually he managed to convince them to let him go, and then to my misery, proceeded to go drink with his new friends in the tavern while his party is waiting for him and the heroine (who he turned invisible). Did I also mention that there were a series of dragon roars coming from the throne room?

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*seeing the Elf army not moving as the Orc army is about to attack*
Bilbo Baggins: The Elves, will they not fight?
Gandalf: Thranduil! This is madness!

Autism: A Love|Hate Relationship

I see posts “I love being autistic” and “I hate being autistic”. Quite often (almost all) do not say why. Being autistic, I want to to know why. I want to know why about everything :). I will try to give you some whys about my feelings on the topic. Why do I love being autistic and why do I hate it.

I love the sensitivity - for me walking from a warm carpet to a cool hardwood floor is intensely erotic. Feeling the grit of concrete scraping my feet as I skip along the sidewalk while smelling the Ancient Guardian’s pipe smoke is exciting in ways I cannot make words for. The bark of a tree scratching my hands while I climb  makes me shiver.

And I hate the sensitivity. The fear that has no basis when I see sudden flashes of light. The rage when a fluorescent light flickers. The need to hide from fireworks displays that I know are miles away. The meltdowns from a flashing image on my computer screen.

I hate that I cannot make mouth noise without major effort because I do not think in words. That I cannot say what I think because there are no words for the smell of Baby’s breath in the morning when she forces a kiss on me before I’m even awake. That I cannot tell her how it feels to me.

I love that I think in experience. That every time I think of Baby’s greeting it includes the feeling of her weight pressing down, the smell of her breath, the image of her face, the feel of her skin on mine. That every mention of something becomes an experience (once I decipher the words). That reading of climbing a tree becomes the feel of bark, the smell of pine, the stickiness of sap.

I hate that when I get annoyed it becomes a flaming forest fire of rage.

I love that when I get pleased it becomes an erotic delight that makes me shiver.

I hate it when I do not understand words. There is no “I love” to go with this. I cannot think of a good side to not understanding mouth noise. I don’t even get a break from not hearing it - I have to hear it and deal with my brain trying to make sense of it and failing (like hearing a language similar to your own but not the same so you constantly try to translate and fail).

There are some logic things my brain does behind the scenes that I love - but they are behind the scenes and I haven’t been able to describe them. They are useful enough that people hire me to do computer work in spite of the cost of making places safe for me, so they must be good things.

Overall, I would not recommend being born autistic. It’s not a horrible fate, but it’s not the best option. An elf in a forest in a land with dragons, and knights in shiny armor, and wizards of great wisdom would be better. Choose that.

There are things about being autistic.

Meme // Accepting

❛   I’m Jellal Fernandez. What about you, Erza ?  ( I’m Erza. Just Erza. )  Well, that’s kind of sad. Ohh !  ( Hey…What are you doing ?! )  It’s such a pretty scarlet colour…I know !  We’ll give you the last name of SCARLET !  ( Erza…Scarlet ) It’s the colour of you hair ! Nobody will ever forget that !   ❜

Jellal & Erza
for: s-innerisms

The Wanderer’s Luck

Summary: The ladies of FT stage an intervention for Lucy’s love life (Nalu from Lisanna’s P.O.V, basically). 

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, or does it…

“Lisanna.” Mirajane touched her younger sister’s arm affectionately. “What are you daydreaming about?” She had been staring into the pot of rose tea she was brewing with a glazed expression.

“Nothing, Mira-nee,” she assured immediately. “I just got distracted.” She quickly placed the teapot and eight delicately painted cups onto her tray.

A rare, devious smirk adorned Mira’s angelic features. “Don’t tell me you’re in love.”

“Not you too,” Cana complained from where she sat crosslegged on the couch, guzzling down a bottle of whiskey. “One intervention per day is enough.”

“Yes. Juvia does not need any more love rivals,” the water mage chimed in.

At this, Levy smiled awkwardly. “Juvia, I don’t think you understand the situation. This is about Lu-chan and Natsu.”

Since the guild was revived, there seemed to be something wrong between them. They still went through the motions of being partners and best friends, but the tension between them was nearly a tangible thing. They didn’t stand as close to each other anymore. When he gave his pep-talks about bonds and family, there was always a hesitation, a pregnant pause before she smiled. And even when she did, it never quite reached her eyes.

“I personally think they should just fuck and get over it,” Cana chimed in. “But no one listens to onesan.”

Juvia nodded her agreement as Mira and Lisanna brought in the tea and cookies. “Love rival must realize how much Natsu loves her so she’ll remove her sights from Gray-sama.”

“I think Natsu-san mainly brought the guild back together, but she’s still very angry with him,” Wendy weighed in, feeling very much like a child intruding upon an adult conversation.

“As she should be,” Carla said haughtily. “A year is a very long time to leave someone important to you all alone. And with minimal notice, at that.”

“I can’t say I disagree.” Lisanna sighed wistfully, glancing out of the window. She supposed two years was even longer.

Besides those twenty-four months, seven hundred thirty days, or seventeen thousand five hundred and twenty hours, how much time did that anima really steal from her? How much of her future?

“Juvia doesn’t see what the big deal is,” the water mage lamented. “He apologized, right? If the flames of passion still burn, rival should just forgive him. Juvia forgave Gray-sama.”

“He didn’t apologize to her, Juvia,” Mirajane explained. “That’s why she’s upset.”

“Unforgivable,” Erza decided. A frightening and punitive aura wafted from the armor clad wizard.

“What is?” Lucy asked as she came in, finally back from her latest solo mission. “Besides all of you being in my room.”

The mages all glanced around uncomfortably. “Lu-chan, take a seat,” Levy finally said.

“Okay.” She perched herself on the arm of the couch. “I just hope this isn’t about-”

“It is,” Cana said without preamble. “Natsu is stupid, and prideful so the passive-aggressive shit really isn’t gonna work. The way we see it, you have three options.”

“You could talk to him,” Mirajane offered with a smile.

“Tried that. Several times.”

The Sorcerer model was unfazed. “What if we tie him up first?”

“Next idea.”

“You can administer divine punishment,” Erza cracked her knuckles menacingly as she said this. “I can show you a few methods that are rather effective.”

“Tempting,” the celestial spirit mage admitted. However, she doubted that it would actually solve the problem between them.

“Or,” Lisanna started, “you can get even.” She pulled a small envelope out of her purse and held it out to Lucy.

Dear Natsu, 
I am leaving on a journey to train under a great celestial spirit mage. I will be back in about eight months. Please watch over everyone while I’m gone.

-Lucy

“Leave this in his bedroom and then go on a job,” the take over mage prescribed. “He’ll flip. And then he’ll probably get it.”

“You’re a genius, Lisanna!” Lucy declared.

Lisanna shook her head. “I just know how his mind works.” Nearly a decade of friendship and casual pining was known to do that to a person. She had long since mapped out his every idiosyncratic defense mechanism. It was how she knew her time with him had passed. There was no way they could just restart after he spent two years trying to let her go, flinching at even the mention of her name.

“Thank you so much.”

Then the pale haired girl gave a genuine smile. “If that doesn’t work I have another plan.”

Lucky Lucy in the right place at the right time had caught his wandering heart without even trying. And while another type of girl might have resented her, Lisanna was truly glad she met him. Because two years were longer than one, and aphorisms were to be applied to lives on a case by case basis.

Notes: So I originally wanted to post this for day one of Nalu week, but it became way too Lisanna-centric so I decided to wait. Thanks for reading, everyone! 

zagglezig submitted:

Blademaster, warrior, and archer, respectively, from the Tynon class selection screen.

I admit to being a little surprised that most of the males were poorly armored, as well. Guess there was a short supply of metal and the animals got most of it.

Ah, Tynon, lovely to see more from this game. I don’t think we’d heard about the animal-loving aspect of it yet. Protect your furry friends, go naked yourself.

For those not willing to click that link, here’s a refresher in Tynon ads:

arlmyeamon submitted:

With all those fancy feathers and jewelry on her shoulder, I think she really needs to start rethinking her financial priorities…

unlabeledpunk submitted:

I don’t know if you’ve been given this yet, but…what is she even wearing?! Like, seriously, how are her boobs not falling out of that!? Also, her squishy bits are totally up for being stabbed. Not sure how great of armor that is if it’s so easy to be STABBED, I prefer a full chest of full plate myself, but maybe I’m the insane one. I haven’t played the game yet, but with the advertising, I personally don’t want to if that’s the kind of armor I’d be getting.

And then compared to Tynon in-game:

H. Savinien submitted:

This is apparently “an elite knight named Rosaline”, an archer, in her advertising/fanservice and chibi gameplay modes.  (I’m 80% sure they’re both meant to be the same character.) For the love of all things holy, someone get Rosaline some fricking armor.  She’s got a wizard to defeat and I’m sure some clothes would help with that.

So while the recap stuff has all been fixed here before, I invite people to fix the Tynon animal advocates. Which may or may not be an excellent band name.

-Staci

Wizard101 | Fairy :>

> Lol I imagine sometimes when you summon a fairy to heal you they’re like “Wow young wizard… that armor?” and your wizard is like “Hush you, it had the highest stats and i need the resist” and they’re like “Alright, if you say so. Anyways here you go, and good luck.”