Oh God

Lamia 5e Player Race

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- Tuz

I'm stuck in a bit of a pickle at the moment. I've been a little kinda sorta completely fucking gutted by the election results. I feel so utterly saddened for 2SLGBTQIA+ people, BIPOC, women, people with disabilities who now have to live beneath that man's shadow.

Among the sadness is an ache.

An ache to do something. An ache to take action of some kind. I have no idea what kind yet, but I can't stop thinking about it. I am brewing. Do I mean to create something? I don't know yet. I'll figure it out. But I mean to do something.

Community.

I've been reading lately. A book called "How To Think Like A Woman," by Regan Penaluna. The book tells the author's personal memoir, as well as the stories of 4 Early-Modern philosophers (who were women). I'm not a particularly smart person, sometimes I needed to read a paragraph or even a passage multiple times to really 'get it,' but some things stuck with me.

These philosophers were steadfast in their beliefs that women were deserving of education, asylum from abusive husbands, that they shouldn't need to hide their sexuality, that they should be allowed to pursue their intellectual desires just as a man could. But in these demands they each were specific. These freedoms were not meant to enable selfishness in women, as they often did in men. They believed that these freedoms, for all people, also came with the duty to better one's community - to give back. That embracing the people, valuing the people, fostering each individual, would further the community.

This point of community is where I've been stuck all day long. We all need community right now. We need shoulders to cry on, we need friends to laugh with, we need wise folk to tell us what the fuck to do now.

I don't know what I'm going to do - or make - but community needs to be a central theme.

Queerness & Transness.

I also feel like I've created nothing inherently queer. I've abandoned writing for some years now, my projects are old. Older than my realizations about identity. Older than my epiphanies about transness. I want to do something fuckin' gay as hell. I want to pour energy into something that may in some small way counterbalance the hate being screamed into the universe, infecting the pretty space-dust that I wanted to use to highlight my blush. I want to create something that whispers with a forked tongue: "Fuck. You."

Fact or Fiction.

Will it be fact or fiction? Do I want to search for beautiful, real stories to tell and help spread them? Or do I want to create something entirely new? I'm not a documentary producer, but should I be? My heart is in crafting stories, but maybe it's time to set that aside for a while in order to spread true stories that inspire good and justice. Maybe I'd better stick to what I know and make something up.

Abilities // Restrictions.

I am one person. Alone I can write, but that is difficult without an idea. I have the tinder and plenty of firewood, but I need a fucking spark. Once I have the spark I can do more.

I'm a filmmaker, I produce and edit. That's what I enjoy doing best. Not shit I can do without the idea. So for now those sit on the backburner.

I also have a(n admittedly small) rolodex of lovely queer individuals who may also feel a little distraught at the moment. Might be time to meet with them to discuss working on... something?

Budget is zero. Don't know what the project is so right now necessary funds are also zero, which is great. But nobody's getting paid for whatever the fuck comes of this, unless I can be smart.

Ending For Now.

This is all I can bear to write and word-vomit for now. I have been so full of energy and stress thinking about this all day long. I needed to get my thoughts out. If you feel the same ache I do, if there's any way I can help you make your "Fuck. You." project, or if you want to contribute to mine, please DM me and I'll be so happy to discuss and talk.

Please be safe, please be there for your fellow human beings, please be good to each other.

Unbound Monsters - Moon Vagrant

Seemingly following some purpose, the Moon Vagrant wanders the North mostly peacefully. However, should anything interrupt its path in any way, the Moon Varant will react less than peacefully.

Festivities

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Love realizing things like this, I’m not far ahead enough in the books to know abt this but hell, can’t wait to see it in the future.

Random Horus Heresy thought: The HH book series imo is a terrible quagmire of mystery destroying over explanation. However… it gave us two amazing things. 1. The death of the ‘Dark Angels are traitors” meme, via the canon that The Lion is loyal to the point of being clinically insane about it and gives anyone not as loyal the side eye of suspicion.  2. That Perturabo is not some jealous do nothing, but is in fact a PTSD riddled super genius who embodies the line “YOU HAD ONE FUCKING JOB!” after watching the other 17 dickheads fall over themselves for daddy and gods. 

𝑲𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑼𝑵𝑨 - 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑯𝑨𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑺𝒀

Khorne lacks the whimsy of his siblings and so does not find it prudent to actively design life forms for his Kingdom, especially not when the mutating energy of the Warp does this anyway. Thusly, almost all fauna and flora in Khorne's kingdom are not the Blood God's doing. That being said, Khornate daemons interact with these creatures in ways important to their culture and traditions and so the Blood God makes no move to exterminate most of them. This list is not exhaustive.

Blood Worms - An invasive species originating from the lands of Nurgle, Blood Worms were Bloodletter parasites that have grown fat on the death and gore of Khorne's realm. They are massive beasts able to swallow a Bloodthirster whole.

Flesh Hounds - The Sole Creatures created by Khorne's hand, Flesh Hounds are fiercely territorial daemon-dogs whose packs can number in the hundreds. The hunt overground when hungry and sleep underground in nests of bones when inactive. Like mortal dogs, Flesh Hounds come in a wide variety of breeds and even species.

Brass Ticks - Another Nurgle-devised parasite unique to Khornates.

Blood-Flies - Tiny crimson insects that feed on the blood-nectar of black-petaled Death-Flowers near the Tree of Souls. They lay their eggs in the bodies of the fallen, which give rise to Blood-Fly Maggots. Though called flies, they serve a purpose more similar to bees and are aggressive as wasps.

Brazen Bulls - Brass-furred daemon-beasts and one of the few obligate herbivores in the Aethyr. They consume the twisted, gnarled vegetation of Khorne's realm. Brazen bulls are ritually hunted and killed by daemons and, when they fin their way into the mortal realm, by men. Their prized brass skulls are offered to Khorne and their blood and bones are used in rituals and rites. They resemble bulls of various species. Their horns are often turned into war-horns or drinking devices.

Drownscale - Living in the myriad Blood Lakes and rivers snaking through the Realm of Khorne are the Drownscale. These reptilian horrors snatch the unsuspecting from the banks of their territory in the manner of giant, bloodthirsty daemon-crocodilians.

Drowndrake - Similar to the Drownscale, Drowndrakes are massive creatures that make their homes in the abyssal blood-oceans of Khorne's realm. They are more draconic than the Drownscale and can breath blood-fire onto enemies, but prefer snatching daemons from the sky and dragging them to a watery doom beneath a sea of boiling blood. Drowndrake skulls, when acquired, may be worked into Daemon Lairs.

Furnace Beasts - Furnace beasts are creatures of twisted metal; the remains of slain Juggers and battle debris pulled together and reanimated by the hatred and bloodshed abound throughout the Realm of Khorne. They affect no one shape, but tend to have a discernable mouth, body, and be-weaponed limbs. Some are covered in a layer of stolen flesh and sinew, while others are purely daemonic-alloy.

Gorger - Another massive creature, Gorgers are heavy-jawed knuckle-walking daemon-animals important to Khornate culture. A beast of sinew, multiple mouths, and endless hunger, they are common targets for enterprising Bloodthirsters. When Slain, the skull of a Gorger is made into or worked into the lair of a Deathbringer and it's host. The larger the Gorger, the more prestige the Deathbringer has.

Bonestealer - One of the more unwelcome daemon-beasts in Khorne's realm, Bonestealers are bipedal, therapsid looking creatures with spinal crests. One of their hands ends in a long scything bone and the other in obsidian claws. As their name implies, they steal and horde skulls and bones from battlefields-- Blood Hosts often busy themselves with finding, slaying, and retrieving these stashes so that they may be added to Khorne's throne.

Skull-Lairds - Skull-Laird are a variant of the Bonestealer, the result of several lairing together and one gaining primacy over the other. This larger beast is called a Skull-Laird and is a fair challenge to a Daemon Prince. These creatures never stop growing, commanding a nest of Bonestealers, and every so often grow to massive proportions. Such beasts are Greater Skull-Lairds and the most infamous of them is Vah'lruhk, the Skulls Thief, who has many Daemon Prince, Herald, and even Greater Daemon skulls in its horde.

Butcherboar - The Butcher Boar is a disturbing creature which broadly resembles a wild hog, but there is a vaguely humanoid quality about the animal as well. They are hooved nightmares with a bladed mess of tusks and overlong claws on their front limbs. Like the Gorger, they walk on their knuckles. Butcherboars are often hunted by Flesh Hounds and vice versa.

Kharndrill - The Kharndrills live in the dense jungle-wood near the Tree of Damned Shades, in the Forest of Damned Shades. They are dog-ape creatures with long fangs and dominant among them have large horns and brightly colored faces of red and orange. Kharndrills eat bloodfruit, but will snatch up and eat daemons who venture through their forest. They can overpower a Bloodletter and will snatch Chaos Furies from the sky if they catch them. When the forest is barren of fruit, they raid the gardens of Daemons who tend Khorne's meadows.

Bloodsteed - Bloodsteeds are equine-like creatures kept by daemons and used for work and war. On occasion, they are granted to mortals as godly gifts. Bloodsteeds have black or deep-crimson fur, fiery eyes, and flaming hooves. Their temperament is more fit for work, but they are warbeasts just as any creature of Khorne. Wild herds of them run above Khorne's lands, eating the coarse vegetation or flesh when they cannot find it.

Brand Ant - Brand Ants are so named for their superheated mandibles, which leave last marks in flesh when they bite a victim. They are hyperaggressive eusocial insects that create large mounds from the red earth of the realm. Brand Ants war amongst themselves, attacking rival mounds. They are fearless and will not even hesitate to swarm a Bloodthirster should it step on their home. Though typically not dangerous in small numbers, Brand Ant venom has an agonizing sting-- this species has found purchase in some Slaaneshi and Nurglite circles for that reason.

Wrothsire - A Wrothsire is among the largest of beasts found in Khorne's realm. They thick, leathery skin that can turn aside blade and spear and a 'Y' shaped horn on the end of a beaked nose. The slumber beneath the earth, and may awaken during a particular vehement rage by Khorne. Wrothsires bring fell storms and burning rain when they rip their way from the ground, able to toss about bloodhost as a child might several small toys. The biggest Wrothsires require a coordinated effort from several daemonic armies to fell and by the time the beast is killed, the death-toll is high. The Daemon who struck the killing blow is accorded the skull of the creature and the most sought after Skull-Fortresses are made from the heads of these beasts.

Philomena, aasimar bounty hunter for the Astral Court from my campaign

Trans clue memory unlocked:

My whole 7th grade had to learn how to Swing dance. We all had opposite gendered partners to dance with, and kept the same partner as each Gym Class went by. The girls got these sweet coloured poodle print skirts to wear during the dance routines. I was jealous of them. I loved the poodle skirts. I didn't understand why I enjoyed them so much because wearing them was for girls, so they weren't for me. Clearly.

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Loyalist World Eater

by Konstantin Void