My Dnd Character Before The Campaign: Famed And Highly Celebrated Lawyer With Decades Of Difficult, Complicated

Me, refusing to leave tumblr: sir, this is my emotional support hellsite

Wizard Fact #42: The real reason you're not supposed to stick a fork into your toaster is because you might stab one of the wizards in there

I’d just like to once again pose the concept that Anger fucks with Logan specifically because anger blinds logic which is why his eyes glow when he gets mad at Remus after being ignored by Thomas all day. Idk if I believe that Logan Is Anger^tm but I could see a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde situation since generally when you’re angry logic goes Out The Window.

Tbh though I really hope they’re separate entities because we haven’t seen a different side have such total control over Logan the way Janus and Remus could control the others. Logan isn’t really affected by Janus outside of the hand over the mouth, and he isn’t afraid of Remus. Do you know how fun it would be to have a completely new side just be able to nerf Logan and make him lose his common sense? And it’s not a “oh his dark persona that shares his body” situation?

Like imagine a side that shows up and just completely knee caps Logan. Logan can’t see it but there’s a side behind him feeding into his frustrations, a whisper in his ear when the others try to confront him about it. Because the second logic loses its grip in conflict it opens the door for anger to take the wheel. Anger possesses you and overwhelms you. Maybe Logan is just particularly vulnerable to the manipulation right now because of his repressed emotions.

I just can’t see this going any other way except it all blows up and logic is no longer in the building all we have is A Very Angry Side being boosted in his anger by a side he can’t even *see*.

Even better is if everyone else can see Anger but Logan is just Mad^tm and can’t see anything.

AND NO ONE TAKES YOU SERIOUSLY.

/nf

My parents let me and my siblings have a ken and another male doll that I don't know the name of. With them and two other dolls I made a polyamorous relationship before I even knew that when two girls are dating they are still called girlfriends instead of a word I hadn't been taught yet.

There was a black haired doll called Janet and she was dating Barbie. Barbie was also dating Ken. Ken and Janet knew about each other and were cool but they themselves weren't dating each other. But Ken was also dating the other guy doll, I think I named him Ryan but I don't remember. Ryan wasn't dating Barbie or Janet but was cool.

So I made a poly relationship between (the specific labels are based on impressions I had of the characters before I knew the words for it) a lesbian astronomer (who was probably a trans woman), a bisexual trillionaire who has too many jobs to name, a pansexual himbo (who might be a trans guy), and a quiet gay who was into botany.

(Ryan and Barbie would bond over both Ken and botany while Janet and Ken bond over Barbie and having a near black thumb when it comes to gardening)

Day 1 (One)

Gay Pride

Characters: “Blaze Patton ‘Vivero’ [SHOA] & Erin Strange-Brooks ‘Mothman 2: Electric Boogaloo’ [SHOA]”

 [Image Description: A man named Blaze hugging and kissing his boyfriend, Erin. Blaze has a darker skin tone and has a deep red hair that is extremely kinky (as in curly), his name is meant to be colored with the colors of the “mlm” flag colors (I believe that is what that flag is called). 

  Erin has a lighter skin tone compared to Blaze but is not white who also has wavy light blue hair. Erin’s name is colored with the colors of the bisexual flag.]

  [Text in Image: Blaze x Erin; Pride Month; #1 (one); Gay Pride]

  The two are from a story that I have nicknamed SHOA for now. The two, personality wise, are extremely different as Blaze is very open with his emotions and very quick to respond to everything, while Erin is quiet, barely speaks to acquaintances, and very slow to respond. They are even opposites in the fact that Blaze is a lot smarter than he acts and Erin is a lot dumber than how he looks.

  Though they both have been assigned as the ones who will drive on roadtrips but should never drive in any other circumstances. Blaze (as the very ‘creative’ name his parents helped him choose) has fire related abilities, or more accurately he can generate heat (which can result in fire) and has extremely high resistance to heat, fire, and for some reason molten stone (doesn’t ask how they found that out, his 8th birthday party got wild). When Blaze gets a bit emotional, he can accidentally melt the steering wheel.

  Erin is basically a walking electric generator who has to release electrical energy, so he won’t get even more damage to his nervous system or heart. This means that he is only aloud to drive electric cars as he always ends up breaking most hybrids and other kinds of cars. 

  The two didn’t really confess, they just mutually realized that they were both interested in dating each other and decided ‘okay, we are boyfriends now.’ They even forgot to tell people until like 3 months after they got together. It is as if they were just made for each other, Erin has communication problems, but Blaze is so good at reading people that he can just practically read Erin’s mind. 

  No, I will not explain Erin’s hero name yet. Not even Blaze knows why he chose ‘Mothman 2: Electric Boogaloo.’ 

  Image drawn on June 1st (first) or 6/1/2022.

Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me.

I know there is a lot of discourse (tm) around this right now but listen to me

sometimes you do just have to lie to children.

A New Level of Hurt 

Logan's friends keep letting him down

Logan Sanders angst

Warnings: swearing, anxiety, self deprecating thoughts 

Word count: 778

Incoming text from Virgil: 

Hey! Sorry that this is so last minute, but we have to cancel, Lo :( Something just came up… We’ll see you next time tho 

His phone hit the bed with a soft thump. Again? His friends usually canceled the plans he made, but no matter how many times it happened, he was still let down. Why did he even try anymore? 

Collapsing back onto the mattress, he stared at the ceiling. They had no problem following through with the plans they made, but when it came to him, there were so many painfully comical excuses. What was it about him? Was he actually as annoying as he thought? Was he a damper on their fun? What was the problem? 

Mustering up just barely enough politeness to reply, he picked up his phone. 

You sent: 

No problem, Virgil. See you another time. :) 

He couldn’t identify the feeling building in his chest, but he knew it was uncomfortable. Picturing them all sitting around Virgil’s phone, laughing at how gullible he was, the feeling grew worse. 

“Logan’s so fucking stupid! I can’t believe he actually thinks we want to hang out with him.” 

“When is he going to stop inviting us over? I’m starting to feel bad for him.” 

“I’m surprised he keeps believing our excuses, they’re getting pretty bad. But he’s so naive, I bet he actually thinks something happened!” 

His breathing was becoming heavy, and the room started to feel like it was closing in. His friends must hate him, that’s the only explanation, right? 

“No- logically speaking, anything could’ve happened, they’re most likely telling the truth, there’s no need to get worked up.” He thought. 

However, even as logical as he was, nothing could stop the negative thoughts from overtaking the rational ones. 

Tears were collecting in his eyes, but he was trying as hard as possible to resist them. This was such a dumb thing to get upset over. He should’ve known. How could he have been so stupid? 

If Roman, Patton, and Virgil abandoned him, he’d be alone. They were his only friends. Would he be able to deal with being friendless? 

He suddenly remembered some advice he’d once given to Virgil. If you’re anxious, you should find a healthy distraction. 

Looking around his dimly lit room, desperately trying to find something to take his mind off the disappointment and hurt, he came up empty handed. 

His phone made a noise, pulling his attention toward the spot where it had been abandoned. That could be an adequate distraction, right?

Scrolling through the various apps, he opened Instagram. Bad choice. 

The first picture on his feed was of his friends together. It hadn’t been posted today, but last night. 

They were standing in front of an old building downtown, dressed to the nines. 

The caption read: 

Friends who slay together, stay together. 

He didn’t even have to look at the user to know it came from Roman.

Logan figured they hung out without him, and that was okay, but actually seeing it in front of him was a different story. 

Without even thinking about it, his fingers scrolled to the next picture. Thankfully, neither Virgil nor Patton had posted pictures, but he still wished he hadn’t seen it at all. 

He envisioned them mocking him again. Walking around downtown in suits and ties, talking about how glad they were it was just the three of them. 

It was safe to say this “healthy” distraction was not working. He put his phone on silent, shoved it into a drawer, and sat on the floor. 

He’d never been so uncomfortable in his life. That was the only word he could think of to describe this horrible feeling that had made a home in his stomach and now his chest. As he laid back, he realized he’d been shaking and sweating. The hardwood floor felt benevolent on his bare arms, so he removed his shirt in hopes of cooling down faster. 

The thing was, he was let down constantly. It had been happening his entire life, this was something he’d gotten used to. Why was this time any different? 

Did this confirm everything he’d ever thought about himself? 

Maybe he actually was a horrible person who wasn’t worth anyone’s time or attention. That’s why he was always alone. 

He screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, trying to get rid of those thoughts. 

“I think this is a new level of hurt.” He whispered to himself while watching the ceiling fan spin circles over his head.

Watching the fan spin, he was growing sleepy. 

His eyes closed and he felt himself begin to fall asleep. 

Great Horned Owl’s broad, but short wings make them surprisingly maneuverable during flight. 

“the term mpreg is inherently transphobic because pregnancy is gender neutral” I hate to tell you this but in the pregnancy fetish fanfiction community they also use the term fpreg