#can i multiclass please

[rain-after-thunder]

Disabled Aelwyn who uses crutches.

Aelwyn who can’t go back to school to finish her wizzard studies, who starts researching different ways to bend magic to her will.

Aelwyn, who has always had a knack for creating new spells, starting to tinker at her own crutches, weaving wards into the framework.

Aelwyn, for who good is not good enough, caves and asks Gorgug for help. Who finds a way to make her crutches extend, bend and move to support her arms, elbows, shoulders. Makes them connect to her back, her hips, down her legs .

They no longer look much like crutches anymore, it’s a thin, light framework that supports her entire body, that moves her exactly the way she wants, that allows her to stand with her back straight for more than 5 minutes for the first time in two years. The exoskeleton glows with abjurative runes and the outline of a powerfull ward is visible over her body, deflecting blows like steel armor.

New spells rest in her memory, mechanical and precise if nature in a way that the arcane inks in her spelbook can’t articulate. Spare the Dying, Resistance, Cure Wounds, Sanctuary.

Her joints still ache, she tires fast and even after all this time it is still hard to control the venom in her words, still hard to accept help and kindness without it feeling like a wool blanket on freshly flayed skin. But she has found something that is wholly hers, found something to be proud of that isn’t tinged with approval from her parents.

Aelwyn still can’t walk without support, but the frame folding her up is crafted by her own hands. Maybe everything will be allright.

[aspiring-wildfire]

okay not to cross hyperfixations but what do we think all the dbda characters’ dnd classes are

[doodlingwren]

✨️Gold Saints✨️ if they were to be ✨️Dungeons and Dragons✨️ characters

If you were wondering what I’ve been up to in the last few days, I was making this list based on my own headcanons. Mostly, I decided for what kind of class or subclass they could be. I don’t think I will add a race or a background for them because I am not up to date with the latest released manuals 😂 and these are just the official builds. If I had to look through the homebrew material I'd still be searching. Also, I used the classes of the fifth edition ^_^

Aries Mu

He’s an artificer (or if you are more familiar with the older name, he’s a tinker). There’s even an Armorer subclass, that let him have proficiency with heavy armours and so he can go in the middle of the battlefield without too many problems while still being a smith. When I say it’s perfect, I’m not even joking. Mu is possibly the easiest one to translate as a DnD character.

Taurus Aldebaran

Look, I would love to say paladin, but since he’s more on the pure physical strength rather that paladin stuffs, I’d assume for him a class like a fighter. I wouldn’t mind for him some sort of fighter + paladin multiclass where for the bigger part is a fighter. Maybe a Champion fighter + some levels of an Oath of Devotion paladin. Those subclasses are very basic, but they do the work. I cannot put his as a barbarian because well, I don’t think it would fit him (maybe the strength part, but only that).

Gemini Saga

He’s the dungeon master.

Okay, joke aside Saga is a bit more difficult. Visually, I think he’d be a paladin. Unlike others he has a good balance between physical strength and use of cosmos (both for attack and defence purposes). The subclass is a bit tricky, in the end it could be the Oath of the Watchers, since at least at the beginning, his wish was to protect Earth and then maybe he could later become an Oathbreaker? I’m partial to the Watcher since one of the spells for this class is Banishment and if it isn’t the poorer version of Another Dimension ability, I don’t know what it is.

Cancer Deathmask

He has the necromancer vibes without being a necromancer. In short, Oathbraker paladin: he can cast the ✨edgy✨ spells with ghosts and undead and it kind of makes sense that during the fight against Shiryu his cloth yeets off because of how bad he fucked up.

Leo Aiolia

Undecided between a normal fighter or a paladin. If he had an animal like Leo Kaiser in ND had those huge lions, he would be the ultimate ranger (subclass: Beast Master). But he doesn’t so… paladin. Maybe the subclass could be Oath of the Ancients, but I’m not sure.

Virgo Shaka

I’ve been thinking of where to put Shaka for almost two hours. My mind says monk, but my heart says wizard, but he must be a paladin somehow. Monk could be the perfect class for Shaka: you can easily see ki (the magical energy that empowers a monk attacks) as cosmos and the training/asceticism part would make sense for him. My only problem is that personally, I don’t see Shaka as someone that would resort to fighting bare hands against enemies (which is the core concept of the monk class). And mostly important, the monk class don’t have armour proficiency, which is the point of being a Gold Saint (neither does the wizard). As a wizard, I’d put him in the War Caster subclass, but being a wizard would make him a sort of cannon glass (wizard have the highest damage output, but at the same time the lowest number of hit points, aka life). Unless it is the Shaka from KotZ, then I could forgive a monk/wizard multiclass. As a paladin, I’m not even sure if he should be an Oath of Devotion. So, I will use the ace up my sleeve and say: Shaka is a cleric either with the Light Domain or the Order Domain, but I’m partial to the first one.

Libra Dohko

MONK. ASCENDANT DRAGON SUBCLASS. And if you feel silly enough, either a few levels of Paladin – Oath of Devotion or some levels as a Fighter - Battle Master .

Scorpio Milo

I am afraid that I have no clue of what Milo could be. My personal idea would be to make some sort of rogue, so I could imagine his scarlet needle to be a kind of sneak attack with a poisonous dagger. The subclass in this case would be either an Assassin or a Swashbuckler, to have the best implement of damage output. Maybe also a multiclass with a fighter (Champion subclass)?

Sagittarius Aiolos

He could be a paladin (Oath of the Crown?) with a feat like Crossbow Expert or a fighter with the Arcane Archer subclass. But because of his role as the Sagittarius Saint, I’m for the second option. Truth to be told, I wouldn’t mind a multiclass between those two.

Capricorn Shura

Another character that could be a paladin or a fighter BUT I say fighter AND the subclass must be Samurai, which is one of the best for striking powerful attack with a sword. No paladin class could do such things.

Aquarius Camus

Camus, like Aphrodite, has that kind of power that can be based on some sort of natural element, that would make me go “HE’S a DRUID!!!” if I didn’t know better. My main problem with druids is that they cannot wear or wield anything made of metal, therefore there would be no possibility for him to achieve a gold-saint-like kind of armour. As a paladin, Oath of the Ancients has a few spells that are ice-based, and I would implement that by giving him some levels in the sorcerer class (the subclass isn’t important for choosing those spells, but I’d like for him the Storm Sorcery subclass).

Pisces Aphrodite

Like Camus, he could be a druid, at least on paper. The ranger class has access to some druid spells, but I don’t know if it would match Aphrodite aesthetic completely. As a ranger, I’d go for a Fay Wanderer subclass and maybe a few paladin levels (Oath of the Crown subclass). He can have some levels a cleric (Nature Domain) as a treat.

[xysidhequeen]

I hope you got a decent sleep but I wonder, how big is Jason in your AU?

Is it as big as Gotham Knights (Game)?

I did sleep! I'm not sure exactly how long as I'm not sure when I fell asleep, time got weird for me at the end there. But probably upwards of 10 hours so I'm feeling betterish.

He is as big as GK Jason, yes. He's a tank of a man, ghost puberty, and actual puberty, hit him like a truck. I was playing GK while writing RK originally, so I did base his physique off of that. But also because I love tank Jason.

I did not base his face off of GK Jason, though. That stayed more comic book accurate.

I can't give you like hard stats, because I avoid gyms like they'll give me the plague. I couldn't give you his weight and full measurements if I wanted to. But he's big and beefy and unapologetically takes up as much space as he needs to.

No new snippet today, I haven't written yet today so I have nothing that won't be too spoilery. 💚

[beesorcery]

naddpod + d20 pcs organized by campaign, dm, in-game race, class, subclass, and multiclass !! first sheet is d20 2nd is naddpod

[windupaidoneus]

(falls to my hands & knees) BUT WHO SAID I CANT HAVE A MAGE HAWKE POSING AS A ROGUE

[monster-effer]

Baldur’s Gate 3 Player x LaDS headcanons 🎮

Summary: My headcanons on how the LaDS men act in a BG3 campaign with the you, the reader. Content: Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Sylus x reader, Rafayel x reader, Caleb x reader (separate), very silly, Caleb and Rafayel being chaotic, gn!reader, no reader pronouns mentioned, multiple and major Baldur’s Gate 3 spoilers throughout (1.1k wc) A/N: A brainworm or mind flayer parasite entered my head at 4 pm on Saturday and has not left since. This is for my fellow DnD, BG3 and LaDS lovers!

Xavier – you never made it out of Act 3 because he couldn’t help but fall asleep to the OST and white noise once you reached Baldur’s Gate

Set-up: console, couch co-op Difficulty: Balanced, he wanted a little challenge but was ultimately here to chill with you Race: Half-elf Class: Paladin or Cleric of Light Time in Character Creator: 1 hour, he liked reading through all the origin character descriptions but decided to build a custom character instead. Then read over all the different race and subrace options.

He really enjoyed looking around the Nautiloid ship in the opening act.

He tried to read every book and note he came across in the game for the lore.

Xavier served as your guard dog throughout the campaign, especially if you played as a magic user.

He got jealous at the flirty lines the companions threw your way.

“Xav, these are not real people they are pixels.”

“…so, do you like me or Halsin more? You haven't answered me yet.”

And he almost had a heart attack when Harleep offered themself to you in the House of Hope.

He really enjoyed Wyll’s company and made sure to reserve a space for him in your party.

Regularly got lost despite the in game mini map.

When Jeremiah asked to join your campaign, Xavier told him “No.”

Zayne – you made it to the end of Act 3, but it took months and months due to your busy and conflicting work schedules

Set-up: console, couch co-op Difficulty: Balanced Race: Human Class: Wizard who favored frost damage Time in Character Creator: 30 minutes, he made the most basic custom character and spent the majority of his time choosing a class

Zayne was mainly interested in completing the main quests in the beginning. But he changed his mind after completing the quest to save Mayrina from Auntie Ethel.

He was in a passionate bromance with Gale and developed a personal vendetta against Mystra because of it.

He desperately wanted to befriend Gale’s cat, Tara.

“Tara is lovely, please tell me I can have her as a companion.”

“I’m afraid you cannot, unless you’re playing as Gale.”

His anguish was loud in the silence after.

He also became a big Shar hater after progressing through Shadowheart’s personal quests.

He was NOT a fan of Astarion. But, after learning about his past then destroying Cazador together he begrudgingly tolerated him in the party.

Zayne was flabbergasted – to say the least –  when he met Malus Thorm in the House of Healing. After you walked in on this “doctor” mutilating an innocent patient in his care, the frost wizard showed no mercy.

He silently judged Volo for his “scientific research,” especially after you agreed to his offered eye surgery.

Zayne usually does not care much about fashion over utility when it comes to armor, but you noticed he did not take off the Wavemother robe once you obtained it as a quest reward.

Sylus – you made it to the end of Act 3

Set-up: PC, usually online multiplayer but couch co-op when you visit his base Difficulty: Tactician (specifically for enhanced enemy tactics and increased long rest supply threshold because Sylus is a loot hoarder) Race: Dragonborn OR the hottest Seldarine Drow you’ve ever seen Class: Barbarian fighter multiclass who can attack 4 times a turn Time in Character Creator: 45 minutes

Your playthrough started out with just you and Sylus. But you created a separate save for when Luke and Kieran wanted to play as a full customized character crew.

Sylus REFUSED to cheese fights with you, instead he preferred to strategize heavily like y’all were going to war.

“We are clever enough to win without the help of bugs sweetie.”

Sylus initially liked Raphael because they both enjoyed making a good deal.

But he changed his mind when he witnessed the chess game scene in Last Light Inn.

You two somehow breezed through saving all the prisoners, Duke Ravengard and Omeluum from the Iron Throne.

He had a soft spot for Karlach but who didn’t?

If Sylus chose to play as the Dark Urge, he immersed himself in a redemption arc because he was all too familiar with resisting strong urges.

He wanted to adopt Mol and her band of misfits so bad.

Rafayel – you’re currently in Act 3

Set-up: PC, online multiplayer Difficulty: Explorer – you’re both here to have a good time, not struggle 🤷🏾‍♀️ Race: The prettiest elf/half elf OR tiefling you have ever seen Class: Rogue assassin that dual wields daggers OR Bard that uses Vicious Mockery often Time in Character Creator: 1 hour, he chose race based on aesthetics but got trapped by the customization options

His character has a crazy amount of charisma points and could persuade their way through any encounter.

He gleefully chooses the sassy/deep cutting dialogue options.

Consequently, you two end up in plenty of unnecessary fights but it is chaotic and fun.

Rafayel was downright frightening on the battlefield once he tried out multiclassing. IMO he would love the Gloomstalker Ranger + Assassin Rogue build.

He was fond of the Underdark section in Act 1. So much so that he produced a few paintings depicting the sussur tree and members of the Myconid colony.

He got the both of you obliterated by Vlaakith when he questioned the legitimacy of their alleged godhood in the githyanki creche.

As you both sat in silence staring at the “game over” screen he chuckled then whispered, “No regrets cutie.”

He was enamored by Orin’s outfit. So, you immediately stopped playing to find an armor mod to download.

Caleb – you’ve completed 3 campaigns together

Set-up: PC, switch between couch co-op and online multiplayer Difficulty: Honor Mode (rip) Race: Half-orc or Dragonborn because he thinks they look sick™ Class: modded gunslinger class that dual wields firearms🔫 Time in Character Creator: 20 minutes, you’re both veterans at this

He is the most chaotic force in the game outside of the netherbrain and Orin’s shenanigans.

Caleb ALWAYS saves Scratch and the owl bear cub just to watch their camp interactions. He also summons Scratch to come along with y’all on your quests throughout Faerûn.

Without fail he roasts Gortash every time he is introduced.

“Are we sure that he is the ‘handsome’ younger man everyone has been describing because…”

Caleb unironically loves Lae’zel and relishes exposing her to the truth about Vlaakith.

He volunteered to turn into an illithid this playthrough.

Caleb has memorized various strategies to get through the Gauntlet of Shar while you’re still fighting for your life during the Faith Step Trial.

Gideon along with the legion of Caleb’s friends have begged for an invite, but he always finds a way to keep it as an activity for just you two ♥︎

A/N: Also feel free to leave your takes on which race/class/mods each LI would choose in BG3 or any RPG!!! I want to nerd out in my comments/DMs ♡

[microwavedzebras]

IN DEPTH BATTLE AT THE BOWL SPOILERS

🚨THIS POST CONTAINS MANY SPOILERS FOR DIMENSION 20: BATTLE AT THE BOWL. DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS🚨

Again, if you don’t want spoilers, please block the tag #battle at the bowl spoilers and do not read this post!!

If you Only want to see who lived/died and dont want any other spoilers, check out my previous post about the show! That one only has the spoiler of who lived/died and no other spoilers!

This post is gonna be a summary of the whole show!

- Brennan was wearing a pirate shirt and hat but took the hat off for the show. All of their outfits were really cool though, especially Siobhan (wearing a denim jumpsuit) and Emily (wearing a puffy black dress and tights)

- Ayda announcing pride month and immediately ratting out to Fig that Fabian got Riz to spy on Gilear and try to dig up dirt on him (the dirt was that he constantly rewatches disc 1 of season 7 of Bones bc the library doesn’t have disc 2)

-Fig trying to plan the wildest action-packed weekend for Gilear’s bachelor party, calls him a dilk (dad I’d like to know), and Ayda helps her decide that the knife throwing event should be moved to the final event of the bachelor party (but then Ayda has to leave to take care of some business at the library)

- Gilear goes to Lids once a week and tries on hats and then gets too scared to buy them and leaves

- Unit flirting + rubbing his nipples (does he even have nipples???) and pretending to be multiclassing as a barbarian to hang out with Gorgug but Gorgug rejects him bc he has a girlfriend now :(

- Fig is about to fight Riz for spying on Gilear but then Fabian’s nemesis alert pings and pings again as Chungle-Down Bim approaches

-Chungle-Down Bim appears and calls himself the bad kids’ greatest enemy even though most of them have never met him lmao

- THE BAD KIDS (except Fabian) ALL GET A SPELL PUT ON THEM THAT TURNS THEM INTO CHUNGLE DOWN’S PIRATE CREW AND THEY ALL HAVE PIRATE ACCESSORIES AND EVEN LOU DIDNT KNOW THIS WOULD HAPPEN

- Emily said she was wearing pirate tights and Lou said he complimented those tights earlier and didn’t know they were supposed to be pirate-y

- Ally’s “pirate accessory” is basically just a bandana wrapped around their head like a babushka 😭

- Fabian and Gorgug roll the lowest initiatives

- Murph has the highest initiative and fucking crits against Fabian

- They all take 1d6 psychic damage if they try to resist pirate-ification (from just trying, doesn’t matter if they succeed or not, they still take damage)

- Michael Shaubach comes out with a t shirt canon whenever someone crits and shoots one singular t shirt into the audience (I was not close enough to the stage to get one)

- Ally , while acting like Austin powers, rolled a box of doom roll and temporarily breaks out of the spell and was able to dispel magic on Gorgug and make him fully normal

-even if the characters break out of the spell it’s only for a turn and on Chungle-Down Bim’s next turn he can reassert control over them. The only way to fully free someone from the spell is to cast dispel magic on them

- Fabian and Gorgug both have fly cast on them and run away (Gorgug’s fly spell is a propeller that he attaches to his head)

- Intermission

- Fabian and Gorgug go to Basrars because that’s where Fabian goes when hes scared, he tells Basrar that someone’s after him and as soon as he says Chungle-Down Bim, Basrar teleports away

- Fabian has accidentally been butt dialing Gilear for the past 20 mins, and Gilear tells him a bunch of boys are bullying him and that he’s been trapped in the Lids changing room

- Fabian just hangs up and calls Jawbone instead, but Jawbone instead lectures him about feeling his feelings and not using violence

- Gorgug calls Mary-Ann but she’s at a quokki-pet tournament

- Fabian calls Mazey and she is also busy but says she’ll head over as soon as she can

- Fabian also calls the hangman to him

- Chungle-Down Riz rolls a really high investigation check and finds Fabian and attacks him

- Chungle-Down Bim and the other bad kids prepare a spell to destroy Elmville

- Kristen breaks out of the spell but instead of casting dispel magic on the others or attacking Chungle-Down Bim she just decides to look out the window and try to get answers from the sky

- Fabian only has 20 hit points left, and the hangman bursts in and says “I’ve always hated you” to Riz and dispells magic on him and Riz is like “I could hear what you just said!”

- When Fabian says he only has 20 hit points left, an “in memorium” slide of Fabian starts playing on the screens

- Most of the audience participation rolls were for the dispel magic rolls. We got a nat 20 on one of them!

- Brennan lets Fabian turn one of his bard spells into a dispel magic

- Chungle-Down Bim and the other bad kids arrive in the parking lot of Basrars and Kristen finally casts dispel magic on Adaine

- Chungle-Down Bim attacks Fabian and Brennan is like “Fabian could die on this turn. It’s not likely, but it’s possible”

- He does just enough damage to drop Fabian to zero and another , fully different “In memorium” screen plays (it plays a total of 3 times and they’re all different)

- Fabian sees his dad while he’s passed out and his dad says that he’s in his corner and he’ll heal him if he wires him a bunch of money. Fabian is like “Im unconscious” and Bill tells him to figure it out

- Fabian decides fuck healing and becoming a better person, just for today hes gonna fucking destroy chungle-down bim, and then he’ll go back to his healing journey afterwards

- Bill is also unlearning toxic masculinity and has been doing yoga

- Gorgug heals Fabian for a couple hit points and Fabian Venmos his dad and gets a bunch more hit points back

- Kristen kills Upchungle and wears him as a hat

- Gorgug is the first person to actually rsvp to the bachelor party and Fig is un-Chungled

- Murph flossed and dabbed

- Adaine casts a spell on Chungle-Down Bim that makes him incapacitated until her next turn

- Everyone just fucking hits him until he dies, Fabian and the hangman get the last blows and they kill Chungle-Down Bim

- Chungle Down Bim asks Fabian the existential question while hes dying, “will you shit in my mouth?”

- Fabian decides that he will, but he’s nervous to do it in front of everyone else, so Gorgug holds his arms and another person casts invisibility on him

- Mazey arrives, just as invisible Fabian is shitting in Chungle-down Bim’s mouth and Riz panics and casts fairie fire so she can see the whole thing, but she’s proud of Fabian

- They get up from their seats and Brennan lays on the ground, Lou squats over his face, and Zac holds Lou’s hands and they act this out

- There is no in memorium slide for chungle-down bim at all

- They all decide to eat ice cream together and Fabian is just staring off into the distance

-Gilear calls Fig and is like “hey Im having a bad day and it would just make me feel better if you knew anyone who might be having a worse day” and Fig is like “friends lie for their friends” and says “no. You are having the worst day”

[ragescoff]

Guys, please. Sure he comes off as a fighter or barbarian but Snotlout is actually multiclass. Probably with a bard or rogue flavor.

"bUt He iS nOt SnEaky aNd hEs dUmB"

He has undeniable skills in deception and persuasion. He is just clumsy AF and impatient.

Charisma!! Manipulation!

He can sing!

If you think a rich vocabulary and knowing useless facts equals intelligence, I have bad news for you.

Fight me on this and you will bleed out, I'm telling you.

[mechncheese]

Damnit, you've inspired me. Here are my personal HCs for Science Continuity D&D night, please correct me bc I'm curious to see how they line up with mine.

Wheeljack: Likes playing characters that can a) schmoove, and b) deal the big damage. Most likely plays barbarian or fighter, though I think it would be immensely entertaining to see him play a rogue. Biggest detailer of plotlines, second only to Brainstorm. Always brings snacks to share, but tends to make a bit of a mess of the table.

Ratchet: Party healer, but in the "I'm a healer, but... *racks shotgun*" way. Plays a war cleric that hits way harder than it probably should. Consistently forgets about his spell slots unless it's time to heal someone. Trades off being the party face with Percy, but probably has the lowest Charisma score in the whole party.

Perceptor: One word - WIZARD. Amazing at managing his spell slots, always has something hidden useful up his sleeve. Just enough good dice luck to do some absolutely bonkers damage when he pulls out the big spells. Took a few levels in warlock purely for the Eldritch Blast + Spell Sniper combo, which Brainstorm refuses to let him live down.

Jetfire: Immediately strikes me as cleric-coded, but I can also see him playing a druid with low emphasis on wildshaping. Horrible dice luck through no fault of his own. (Brainstorm swapped his dice out with weighted ones, and nobody's caught on yet because Jetfire only uses that set as a player, not as a DM.) Usually the DM, but gets anxious when his players start causing problems on purpose.

Brainstorm: Sorcerer, 100%. Scary effective both in and out of combat. Has absolutely TPK'd the party at least once because he "forgot" to double-check the range on Fireball. Would've multiclassed three levels ago but Jetfire's too nervous of what he might do with that kind of power to allow it. Genuinely a great player to have at the table, but nobody's gonna give him the satisfaction of actually telling him that.

Prowl: World's most lawful neutral Paladin player. Absolute stickler for rules as written, gets upset when one of the other bots "Rule of Cool"s something, which is far too often for his liking. Put all of his non-combat skill points into Intimidation. Banned from DMing after trying to arrest the party in-campaign one time too many.

THESE ARE QUITE SPOT ON HONESTLY, I haven't played dnd in so so long so you'll have to forgive me for my lack of knowledge </3

I love Jetfire being the usual DM, BRAINSTORM WEIGHING HIS PLAYER DICE IS SO FUNNY TO ME he can't ever let this guy win </3 He'd catch on eventually.

Wheeljack would absolutely love to play physically powerful characters, he and Brainstorm probably put on funny character voices. Wheeljack's character would probably also be the first to die, he just keeps putting himself in dangerous situations for the fun of it.

Ratchet forgetting that he has his spellslots.. Someone has to remind him every time. He would also forget his character's alignment and default to his own feelings when making decisions.

"Ratchet would your lawful good character really steal from a marketplace?"

"..No but I would like to do it anyway"

PERCEPTOR IS A WIZARD FAN YES, HE LOVES MAGIC AND SPELLS ! I think he gets super into the story of a campaign (especially when Brainstorm is the DM). If Perceptor were a DM he would put the party into the equivalent of an escape room and it would take at least 2-3 sessions to solve. Perceptor probably has a custom dice set.

Brainstorm not being allowed to multi-class omg, the one time Jetfire let him, Brainstorm single-handedly hijacked the campaign and breezed through everything the DM threw at him (but you have to admit it was incredibly funny) I think he also makes a really good DM, crafts narratives so masterful it's probably moved one of them to near tears. He has much more fun as a player though so he doesn't DM too often.

Prowl.. NO FUN ALLOWED.. Things get a little scary with him when he's a player and he decides to just intimidate and sometimes even flat out torture npcs (and by extension the DM) for plot related information. I think he also slips out of character a lot when he's a player and he just defaults to himself.

[sorbeau]

Alright fhjy predictions go

Just from seeing the trailer i have a lot of thoughts

Kristen paladin multiclass⁉️

Kristen butch handyman era, bought a single carabiner

Riz The Ball Gukgak letting go of his god awful hat?!?!?!

Sklonda law student

We get to meet the bard teacher mayhaps?

Aelwyn/Fabian immediate recton/breakup

Riz at some point dons hipster glasses

Porter redemption arc (he was literally never evil)

Fabian does at least one dance battle

Fig gets facial piercing(s)

Gorgug becomes famous again

Gorgug going into the thistlespring family tinkering business

Adaine punches more adults till they die

tell me your ideas so i can eat them pretty please

[thousandyearphantombunker]

The Owl House Critical Post, scroll away now I don't know if I am being too harsh in this post but I wrote it anyway so if you don't wanna read something potentially upsetting this is a warning (to those who decide to read please tell me if I'm being too harsh)

I remember initially hating how the show handled its villains, they all felt like jokes, they never felt like threats or like they provided a meaningful challenges for the main cast, they never had any real depth or complexity. but i bit my tongue, I was told that I was basically a dumbass for complaining that Bump openly breaks a law that's supposed to be punishable by death so that Luz could fulfill her witchy fantasy and that he wasn't arrested. the show could've had him make the multiclass student thing be something underground- boom it lets luz live out her fantasy but doesn't ignore what was established about the setting and creates potential stakes if these underground classes ever got discovered! That already made me angry but the cult thing is what I wanted to complain about- i only had basic ass knowledge about cults and TOH fails at portraying that crap, most people in the EC can just quit and do so in a way that makes it feel like they're just quitting a job, it doesn't feel like they fear losing their friends or sense belonging and community, they don't feel like they're anything but jokes. Leaving a cult is scary, often times cults will send their followers into the real world and set them up to have bad experiences so they'll come running back, they'll hire thugs to scare them into staying or position them in away so that they suffer (sending them out without money or the skills to survive), they humiliate those who begin to ask questions so that they stay in line. guilt tripping, putting members against each other, cutting off contact with the rest of the world! The show only adds the whole 'forced to fight on a mountain' thing for flavor! Everytime it brings up actual stuff cults do it feels like it's more for flavor than actually writing this topic with sensitivity- look at how they treat Lilith! Imo It feels like the show insulting people for ever trusting belos, treating them like they're braindead and could've just realized fairly easily that he was evil. It's the most egregious with hunter who was basically fucking born into the EC. the show is also pretty black and white, which is curious for a show that gets praise for its portrayal of religious trauma. You think the show would be more grey. I did deeper research into cults and just got SO tired of people talking about how good the show was at conveying such a heavy topic. The titan reveal also doesn't help- Luz is told by an all powerful deity that she is the chosen one basically and is told that old man is evil and needs to go down- isn't that the same justification that belos uses for his actions- not saying belos should've gotten redemption or forgiveness but this feels wrong. He deserved to die don't get me wrong but using this justification feels gross. What's even worse is that the titan made Philip's life harder on purpose- ah yeah that brainwashed cult victim would totally change his mind especially if you make his life harder- yeah I would've preferred if belos was depicted in a flashback just having a bad time on the boiling isles and cherry picked those bad experiences to justify his actions. Also I hate that the show just writes belos off as greedy and glory seeking when it could've conveyed a message about how people can get absolutely get warped by religious dogma. I do wonder though if I'm being too harsh because TOH is for kids and I was told it would be hard to portray this stuff in a way kids could understand. I can come up with ways to make the breaking the law openly thing less egregious but I am struggling to think of ways the show could have handled the cult thing, I am aware that maybe I'm accidentally saying stuff that is kind of bad faith but this is my truth. I feel like TOH wasn't good at villains and it sure as hell didn't write cults well

[teecupangel]

Been holding a thought on my brain for too long abt putting Desmond in Situations: have you watched Dimension 20's The Unsleeping City? At least s1. Bc 1) watch it, it's so good & 2) I specifically in this situation think abt Bad Weather being the normal version of the bar in Broadway that Kingston & Misty go to. Pre-canon Desmond seeing past the Umbral Arcana & getting involved in magic shenanigans..... Yeah.

You know his latent Eagle Vision is peeling out & seeing the magic shit happening in New York City. You KNOWWWWW. Please tell me one of your followers has been thinking this too.

I have good news for you, nonny, because I have just started watching Dimension 20 this year but I am a slow watcher so I’ve only gotten as far as the first 3 episodes of Unsleeping City season 2 (atm, I think my fav D20 moment is with the Bad Kids’ “Spring Break, I believe in you!” XD). I’m one of those few people who’s pathway to D&D and TTRPG is Oxventure→No Rolls Barred/Chaotic Neutral→Mystery Quest so I am absolutely late to the party XD

Anyway, for this one, we need to do a bit of housekeeping.

I’m basing this on the title of the opening theme New York 2006 because I think that’s the year Season 1 was set (feel free to correct me though)

This means that Desmond would be 19 at that point and we can push it that he’s already working in Bad Weather.

Now, I like the idea that Bad Weather is the normal version of the bar that Kingston and Misty goes to but, may I suggest an alternative?

An earlier possible way to add Desmond to all these shenanigans is to make Bad Weather one of the bars Sofia and Kugrash go to for their ‘hairy baby free drinks scam’.

Towards the end, maybe the last bar they go to, Desmond walks up to Sofia and requested that they leave because the big rat pet she had would make other customers uncomfortable.

Sofia and Kugrash are already drunk at this moment but they hear Desmond call Kugrash a rat and are like “you can see him???”.

Kugrash immediately remembers Desmond as one of the homeless kids he helped when Desmond first moved into the city and had clocked him as ‘strange’ because there was something about him that felt... not exactly magical but almost magical-adjacent.

This ends with Sofia and Kugrash inviting Desmond to their new party as a recruit (with Sofia thinking both (1) this boy needs someone in his life to take care of him and now I’m trying not to cry because my cheating (as far as she knows) husband and I never had kids and (2) maybe he and Pete can get along as newbies with me)

And that is how our Intrepid Heroes managed to recruit an Assassin Rogue who may or may not multiclass to Gloom Stalker in a different playstyle to Liam Wilhelmina.

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Unorganized Notes:

This is a Desmond who doesn’t know about his destiny or his ancestors but his training on the Farm is so ingrained into him that it makes him a Rogue.

Because of his lack of knowledge, we can argue that he could turn into a Thief Rogue instead of Assassin in this one because he had never assassinated anyone before.

In terms of playstyle, he’d actually be more a close combat attacker that uses some kind of switchknife with sneak attack being part of 'bonus action: hide -> main action: sneak attack')

Another suggestion I have is for Desmond to subclass as Phantom, more because of ‘Whisper of the Dead’ where every short or long rest, he can gain one skill or tool proficiency and the flavor text describes it as one of the ghostly presence shares its knowledge to the user. Desmond has no idea what this means because this is pre-canon but this is actually his ancestors managing to create a link to him in some form thanks to the Umbral Arcana mixing with his ‘destiny’.

If you want Desmond to be given the illusion of choice and not be a Rogue, we can make him a Warlock ‘worshiping’ an unknown Fathomless. In this setup, they don’t know who Desmond’s patron is and Desmond himself just shrugs because he can do magic so that’s nice. Part of his deal is that he receives messages from his patron in the form of texts on his phone. They all come from an unknown number he can’t call and the texts are always like ‘The Scholar is pleased with your desire to learn about the history of this place’ or ‘The Prophet is worried of your health and asks that you requests your companions for a rest’ or ‘The Hunter suggests you still find a weapon even if you are using magic’ and this is some weird shit even for Kingston because it seems like Desmond has multiple patrons or maybe even an entire pantheon of unknown gods/beings.

Abstergo is going to be so fucked in this one because, by the time they try to kidnap Desmond, he’d probably be around level 10~12 and maybe even living with Pete in his apartment.

And yes. Desmond absolutely knows Ricky as Mister March as well XD

[precambrian-sea-pancake]

Gonna infodump about my D&D character

(Sadly forced to keep things confidential because my party members follow me on tumblr…you know who you are 👁️👁️)

I’ve only had Gawain for a short time but OH MY GOODNESS I FUCKING ADORE THIS SILLY GUY!!

Also kinda shocked that the moodboard I made for him got that many notes. That’s a first…

Also please enjoy the drawing @hootbon made for me. I will never shut up about their art.

So…for what CAN post publicly…

Gawain is your token Lawful Good Paladin TM. Bonus points for being a protector aasimar I guess. (Though I might multiclass into a bard depending on how things go. It would fit him well. They’re my favorite spell caster.)

His personality is gonna be SO fun to play. Before I explain that, I should mention that he’s actually the youngest of the group at 24. The second youngest is the Kobold (Maran) who’s 37. So he’s a lot more naive and still understanding himself and the world around him. People often dismiss him due to that unfortunately. But, you know, imagine a dumb collage age boy and you get somewhat of an idea.

He’s a very sweet and compassionate guy, extremely extroverted and fun loving…maybe a bit flirty at times. Definitely cracks witty comments and one liners in battles ranging from something clever to “suck my dick” or something dumb like that. That doesn’t mean he can’t be serious, he absolutely knows when he should. Ironically he’s the most “normal” of the group, often being the straight man. Overall heart of gold and just wants to help people.

He has a bit of a rebellious and impulsiveness to him. As clever as he is, he’s mostly driven by his emotions. It’s always a “do what feels right in the moment” rather than logic. In general he’s just very emotional and struggles with hyper empathy. This also causes him to question a lot of the authority around him.

I’d also say he has that Disney Princess syndrome. Gawain is convinced that he has some grand destiny and is meant for more. He’s always wanted to explore and learn more about the world, meet new people and cultures, live a life of glory and adventure. Maybe he’s in over his head or maybe he’s not…we’ll see.

However, another big reason for doing all this is that he wants to understand who he is…more accurately WHAT he is. He was born to humans, raised by humans, and grew up in a mostly all human kingdom. So he grew up thinking he was one despite some strong differences between him and the others. Aasimar are VERY rare, and more like myths to most people, and others don’t even know they exist. So people either assumed he was blessed or cursed, some treated him like the messiah, and others thought he was a freak and dangerous. So yeah, he never felt like he belonged and wants to learn about himself.

Somewhere in his life he ended up becoming a squire and completed his training just before the start of the campaign…

And that’s all the backstory information I can post because my friends will see this.

I guess I can do a bit of trivia:

It’s still D&D lore, but the world itself is homebrew. Humans are actually not the majority race, far from it. Most humans live in a large archipelago with various human nations. I remember the DM said the estimated population of humans was 20,000 to 30,000. The two mainland continents are one dominated by dwarves and the other by elves, along with other races being far more common on the mainland. Not really about my character but I LOVE that detail. It’s somewhat relevant I guess since I said Gawain grew up in a human society.

The god he venerates most is Ilmatar.

His eyes reflect his emotions and power. When using any of his abilities or when under intense emotions (both positive and negative), his eyes will turn a solid gold color.

Prior to his training, he was a courier. His parents ran his town’s postal service and that’s one of the things that got him into the idea of adventuring.

He’s more of a cat person than a dog person. He likes both, but I feel like he’d go for the cat.

The first weapon he ever used was a bow rather than a sword. The specific sword he uses is an arming sword.

He is a wonderful singer, his voice is almost ethereal in when he sings (little aasimar headcanon of mine).

His favorite study is anthropology, but also really likes history and geography. He’s always collecting little souvenirs and trinkets from everywhere he visits.

He keeps a diary and loves to write stories and sketch things. A lot of story inspiration comes from his dreams, which are often very vivid…and he remembers them super well.

Neither of his parents have blonde hair, nor is it a recessive trait they had. It’s actually part of his aasimar traits.

He talks in his sleep because I think it’s funny.

If this wasn’t a medieval fantasy world, he’d definitely use Gen Z slang. Maybe even tell someone “L + Ratio” or “Skill issue” after besting them in battle. In that same hypothetical reality, his favorite band would be Starset and The Score.

He takes good care of his appearance and health, so he does enjoy certain beauty products. A spa day is his ideal day off.

He hates salmon. He thinks it tastes bad and prefers catfish. I don’t know why I even thought of that fact but it’s there.

[xerith-42]

MCD Fighting Style breakdown

for @gonedreaminggg as a treat. I took your initial list, added a few ideas I came up with, had a breakdown, Bone apple teeth!

- Laurance: As seen in canon Laurance mainly uses a single large sword, though in his early appearances he uses a sword and a shield. I feel like Laurance has trained in multiple styles of combat to varying degrees. He's really good with a single sword of any size, and he can fight sword and shield. His dual wielding is lacking and he can tell every time he watches Dante fight. A lot of Laurance's movements are very basic forms of sword combat with slight variations and flare. Laurance is really light on his feet, so much so that when he really gets into a fight, it almost looks like he's gliding sometimes.

- Garroth: An absolute tank. Fuck what canon says here, Garroth has trained exclusively in fighting with a sword and shield. It is his bread and butter. His ass would not know what to do with a second sword, and nobody really tried to train him in anything else because he's so good at what he does. Garroth can and will always take the hits, he's a barbarian who manages to suppress the rage until he's forced to multiclass into paladin thanks to the relic. Always on the front lines, so good at throwing himself into danger, he wants to die a warriors death and go to Valhalla and both Aph and Laurance are like "Garroth please stop."

- Dante: Dual Wielding jack ass my beloved. Dual wielding isn't a super common style of combat just because it requires so much coordination and there's definitely a quantity over quality problem with guards in Ru'aun. Dante studies an unconventional style of fighting to stand out, and it works. He's super limber and flexible, at least when he's a teenager, and he's fast as fuck. Dante will absolutely be the one getting insane hit combos and doing like 8 attacks per round. He loves bragging about this so much, even though he has to slow down a little as he gets older and his body can't quite move the way it used to.

- Aphmau: Oh Aphmau... Can I call you Aph? You poor thing. In my brain Aph is partially trained by Garroth and Zenix in her early days, but she also just has some really good instincts from being Irene's reincarnation. She learns basic archery from Zenix, and a lot of basics in sword fighting from Garroth. She tends to prefer one lightweight weapon, though she does learn to get comfortable with larger weapons. She's shorter than a lot of her opponents so she likes having a lighter weapon that let's her move fast and go for the fucking knees. She does not fuck around in a fight, she will go straight for the kill. All the guards have some sort of honor/respect for their opponents. She doesn't. She will fucking kill you.

- Travis: Travis is the jack of all trades. You put a weapon in his hand and he knows how to use it. He's not particularly great with any one weapon, and he never has a preference. He was taught to always have his guard up and always be able to defend himself, so Travis is much more comfortable with being given a weapon and using it instead of having a preference. He carries a long sword with him everywhere he goes, but that's just in case he can't get his grubby little paws on something else. He also uses potions a lot more in battle than anyone else thinks to, so he's able to make up for any shortcomings in his fighting.

- Katelyn: Punch people at the perfect weak points of their body. Katelyn has done a lot of study into human anatomy and medicine, and she knows all the weak points of the body for taking someone out in a certain way. Want a quick knockout? There's a pressure point on the back of the neck she can hit while blindfolded. Want to make someone winded? Hit them in the solar plexus. Katelyn has honed her body for this style of fighting, she is ripped as fuck, and while she isn't the fastest fighter, mostly due to her still wearing armor, her strikes are powerful enough to make up for it.

- Lucinda: Evil!! She uses her witchcraft obviously, which I have a lot of thoughts about. I think it's basically being a prepared/component caster, so how well she does in a fight depends on what components she brings into it. But Lucinda literally has like three bags of holdings, she can always whip up something to kick your ass. And if she can't, her staff is definitely made out of some ancient tree and she'll just sweep people off their feet with it and then concuss them with the giant curved end of it. She prefers to take people down non-lethally if possible, especially because witchcraft is very susceptible to accidentally killing people, but if you hurt her friends, it's on sight,

- Zane: Despite his high position, Zane isn't particularly good with any large weapons. I always envision Zane to be somewhat lanky in his stature, and definitely the weakest out of his brothers. He doesn't want to be seen as a threat initially, and as shown in the series, he'd much prefer to find a non physically violent way to kill you. If he has to, he's always got knives hiding on his person, in his robe, in his belt, in his boots, man's always has a way to kill just in case.

- Nana: Magic in this universe is spontaneous casting, where most spells don't need active prep work, and fewer components. Like she needs her dolls as vessels and some magical energy that's naturally present in her body and she's good. I don't think Tu'la was always a safe place, and she likely learned to defend herself from a young age. But Nana isn't really good with conventional weapons like swords or bows, no, she knows how to dent your brain with a frying pan. She doesn't like being violent, but if you threaten her friends or family, she will absolutely demolish you with a cutting board.

- Vylad: The archer!! I like to think Vylad tried to spar with Garroth like once and hated it so much. He hates eye contact and getting close to people, so instead they learn how to be an absolute master of ranged combat. Vylad knows how to stab someone with a short sword in a desperate situation, but he'd much rather be perched on a tree above the battlefield and rain arrows from above. Vylad is also incredibly stealthy and faster than anyone else. So people see his perch and try to get there to take him down or have their own archers fire back, but he's already gone.

- Sasha: Sasha moves so gracefully, so fluidly, and almost enchantingly. For her fighting is a performance, she's gonna kill several people and she's gonna look good while doing it. Even when she was a trained guard she made herself stand out with an affinity for smaller curved blades that naturally assisted her fluid movements. She makes fights into an endurance test, cutting people up and whittling them down. But if she needs to kill, she knows how to do it in a single swipe and knows the weak points that guards are taught to protect, and the ones they aren't. She's such a menace :)

[teeth-farie]

Arcane Hunger

Gale Dekarios/Duck(named tav)

Notes: I wrote this a while back but never posted it, oops! This is based off the idea that sorcerers can transfer magic to others, if only briefly. My tav is a sorcerer/barbarian multiclass dwarf! I don’t usually post my oc/canon works, so I do hope you all enjoy it.

Tags: pining, act 1, frottage, Gale being desperate, Astarion being nosy and catty

Ao3 link

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Nothing could have prepared him for an ache like this. Artifacts weren’t cutting it anymore, and the suffocating clench of the orb's jaws only tightened around him. It would only be a matter of time until it eats at the last sliver of his sanity, and he can only hope he’s far isolated when it erupts. 

It would have been so much easier to accept his fate if it weren’t for his companions, or rather, his leader. Gale thanked the stars when Duck had allowed him to stay even despite his looming, explosive threat of the orb. Even more so when he finally invited them into his space, showed them the enchantment of the weave; where they melded their mind to his, the cool comfort of their desires, a timid kiss shared and hands brushing together. He had snapped the connection in surprise, a flustered pink to his cheeks. Exhilarating it was, to have such a powerful ally fancy him so. The necrotic swell of magic in his chest responded almost angrily, nearly gnashing at his soul as his heart had quickened and his palms sweat like a lovesick schoolboy. 

The wizard had never thought he’d fall for a sorcerer. A petty rivalry to be sure, a jealousy for a natural talent he studied so arduously for–though at the state of their wild and untamed magic, he couldn’t find himself to be too envious. 

One thing he could, however, was the organic accumulation of weave just under their fingertips, ripe and primed to destroy with just a snap of their fingers. If he had that, he would never fear the arcane hunger that consumes him so viciously. 

The days are growing longer with the party’s journey to the Mountain Pass and his knees are as weary as his resolve is fierce. Duck leads the party through the thickets of wilderness, mud squelching beneath boots and grass slick with morning dew. Gale stops to catch his breath when they look over the map, much to Astarion’s teasing. 

“Need a rest, Grandpa?” The spawn snickers.

“Please, I’m centuries younger than you.” The wizard counters. 

“Perhaps that’s why you’re so boring.”

Gale glares and Duck clears their throat. “We’re nearly to the Shadowlands now, we ought to set up camp or we’ll be drained by the time we get there.” 

“Chk! We waste precious daylight, fretting around the muck like lost babes.”

“The Shadowlands will still be there tomorrow, Lae’zel! If I do not get my beauty sleep there will be hells to pay.”

“Your hells hold no threat to me, spawn.”

“Enough.” Duck groans, putting the map back in their pack. “We’ll rest for the night, we need it.” They offer Gale an understanding look, as if he was in need of fretting and fussing. These days, he’s wondering if that’s the case. Their word is final as they speak it, regardless of any complaints grumbled. He finds his sights glued to the back of their head, slivers of their face on the trek back to camp. Their hair is shorter than it was when they first met, incredibly so. Gale supposes that experiencing your first death at the hands of a ghoul would evoke some physical changes, not to mention the mental terror of a soul ripped from one plane to another. He remembers the day sourly, the fear that clenched his chest as tight as the hunger had. At the very least, he was glad they recovered so quickly, albeit with the scarred reminder across their eye. 

He finds himself thinking more on the way back to camp, the thoughts clouding his once organized mind even as he set up his bedroll for the night. If Duck was brimming with so much magic power, surely there could be a way to…transfer it, shouldn’t there? It would be an intimate ordeal to ask of them, who knows what would be needed for that kind of trade. Briefly, he thinks of skin-on-skin contact, but then starts to feel his heart beat too quickly for the orbs' liking. The sharp throb is enough to calm any wandering thoughts, forcing him back to cleaner observations.

Gale looks out at the campfire from the shelter of his tent, singled and secluded. Everyone circles around the fire tonight, the cook pot empty and stomachs full. The gnawing in his chest distracts him from any kind of nutritional hunger, his only focus on the arcane penance. Their leader is amongst them, to his surprise. Typically, Duck didn’t favor larger crowds, but he supposes that this is a situation that forces you from your comfort zone. 

The warm orange-yellow light of the crackling fire across their face like the paintings he saw back home in Waterdeep. He wonders after everything is said and done, where they’d go. He hopes they'd give him a visit, if he made it that long. 

Duck’s head turns from the group and finds him in their line of sight, an expression almost like confusion written on their face. The lively conversation continues without them when they excuse themselves, Gale’s heart pounding when he realizes they’re coming over to him. He must look a mess, all frazzled hair and tremoring hands. 

“You never ate.” They say, scrunching their nose and pushing their glasses back up the bridge of it. He watches the action intensely. “I wasn’t able to save any, but I could try to make you something?”

Gale shakes his head. “Oh, you needn’t fuss over me like that, I’ll be just fine.” 

“Are you sure? You haven’t looked very…well, lately.” They don’t mean it the way that insecurity tugs at his chest, certainly, but it’s a reaction he can’t help. 

“Ah…that’s just my own hubris at play.” He sighs out, hand instinctively clenching his shirt over his chest. 

“Would more magic items help?” Duck queries, sitting down beside him, already rifling through their pockets for some kind of trinket. 

“No, no, that’s quite alright,” his hands hover over theirs, assuring. “It would do me no good, and it would waste your hard earned treasures in the process.” 

Their hands pull out of their pockets and brush against his, the faintest of touches, but one that triggers a shiver down his spine—pure, unfiltered magic zapping against his flesh. It feels energizing and lulling at the same time, a jittery spread across his body that soothes the ache in his chest just the smallest bit. Even then, just the smallest taste of their magic quelled the fires quicker than any banged up magic ring or tarnished locket. 

He shudders and they pull their hands to their chest, an apology dangling from their tongue. “I’m so sorry, my magic just does that–”

“No, it’s ok. I actually...ah, I think that may have helped?” Gale reaches his hand up to his chest, fingertips brushing over the inky, indented scars of his orb. He feels it fizzle in acknowledgment, distracted, soaking in the concentrated weave. 

Duck’s brows furrow in concern, head tilting just so, inquisitive enough to make him feel warm in the cheeks. He’d rather not be fussed over, coddled like a runt, but something about them makes him feel a queer kind of way. Too often he’s let them tend to his wounds when he could have himself, relished the way their calloused fingers pressed healing balms into his skin, leaning into their touch in ways only a lover should. As far as Gale was aware, they didn’t have anyone waiting for them.

Not that he obsessed over the prospect of their love life, he thought of it a totally normal amount, most certainly. 

“I could give you more?” They offer, holding their hand out again, an offer poised over the center of his chest. 

The orb lurches in his chest at the mere suggestion, tearing at the very fibers of his being, his soul, a deep hunger settling behind his ribs. “I couldn’t-” he still protests like a hiss between his teeth, fist clutching his chest.

“You can, you must.” Duck reiterates, a command, not a suggestion. They speak with a strict edge of urgency, cutting through his pleas like the blade they wield. 

Gale looks past them, eyes flicking to the campfire. The others remain unaware of their leader's disappearance, for now. His stomach churns at the thought of any of his companions bearing witness. 

“…alright, b-but privately, yes? I think this has proven to be a rather intimate ordeal,” he stammers, pawing at the tent’s opening. Gods, he hasn’t felt this nervous since he was a sweaty palmed teenager grasping at the threads of weave Mystra graced him with. 

This, however, is real. They’re real, not a figment of a goddess who would never love him, but a true flesh and blood person. Within them he sees life, warmth, desire. 

The inside of his tent shades a cool blue over their bodies, moonlight filtered through the tough cloth. Gale feels his heartbeat in his ears, wiping his palms on his trousers. 

Duck inches closer, kneeling and lifting their right hand up. A faint pulse emanates from their palm and they close their eyes, focusing in on it. He watches, bewitched, etching the image of them into his mind. The round slope of their nose, wired glasses set atop the bridge, dark eyelashes flush against full cheeks and framing the wrinkled creases of their eyes. His eyes flit lower, to their lips, and a great sense of yearning settles like a heavy rock in his gut. 

Their magic first feels like a sharp bristle when they press their palm to his chest, but then it smooths into a warm embrace. It seeps into the starved maw of the orb, soft tendrils of gold glowing between the skin of their palm and Gale’s chest. 

He can’t fight the groan of pleasure, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment, relief deep seated into his bones. 

“Ah, I’m dreadfully sorry,” he breathes, swallowing the lump in his throat and meeting their eyes. “I-I don’t know what’s come over me—“

“But it’s helping, right? Do you need a moment?” Duck begins to pull their hand back and he grabs their wrist, needy, desperate. 

“Please, stay, I’m alright.” Gale pleads, cheeks flushed and lips parted. Duck hums softly, clearing their throat, face warm and heart pounding. 

“It’s like…ahh, instant relief…” the wizard mutters, leaning closer, driven on instinct alone. “Thank you, thank you,” 

“Ha…” Duck shifts on their knees, mouth dry. Gale can taste the uncertainty within their magic, but amongst it he also feels want, the same pull he felt when sharing a moment in the Weave with them. It's bliss, serene and beautiful, his body consuming their magic in a deep act of devotion and dependence. He curls into them like a touch starved dog, holding their hand in his own, his knees brushing theirs. Any further and he’d be all but falling into their lap, not that he could find it in him to complain, not at all. 

They look up to him, illuminated by the glow of their own mana. Ethereal, heavenly. Gale was a man of faith, too often invested in those unworthy of his worship. But here, now, he has never wanted to commit himself so wholly, not even when caught in the throes of Mystra. 

He can’t help himself when he cups their face instead, he can’t help himself when he surges forward, pressing his lips to theirs. Surely, he can’t help himself when he straddles their thighs, a sound of unfiltered hunger rumbling from the back of his throat. 

And they’re kissing him back, they’re holding onto his shoulders, fingers clutching his shirt. His heart blooms with desire, warmth bleeding from his soul into theirs, pouring over with affection. Their mouth moves inexperienced, sloppy—he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Duck’s teeth catch on his lower lip and he groans softly, whispering a hushed, ‘yes’. 

“I’ve wanted this, you, for so long,” Gale sighs like a siren's song, babbling beside himself. “I know in the Weave you gave me that- that wonderful image b-but I didn’t think…” 

They’re not good with words, even if he would tell them otherwise- so instead they kiss him again, holding him like they were trying to bleed all of their affection into him. 

It does the trick, and Gale is melting back into them, biting back a low moan. He pulls away, reluctantly, to push his leather bound books off his bedroll, hastily propping up pillows with a sheepish grin. 

Duck crawls forward, hands embarrassingly sweaty and heart pounding up in their skull. Gale pulls, beckons, and they fall into his lap, a short ‘oof’ before he’s kissing them again. 

They straddle his lap, finding purchase on his camp shirt, the crushed velvet of it softer than anything they had ever owned. 

“I’m sorry…I’m heavy…” they get out between kisses. “I can get off.”

Gale shakes his head immediately. “Nonsense,” he indulges himself when he grabs their thighs, fingers sinking into fatty flesh and muscle, a sensation he longed to feel since he first (accidentally) spied them bathing in the river—naked and wet, goosebumps from chilled night, dripping down a stout, voluptuous body—

“Mmmph,” he moans against their lips, legs widening beneath them, the weight of their lower half settling on his groin. It doesn’t go unnoticed by them, and they draw in a tight breath at the thought. 

“Quiet,” they whisper to him. He nods enthusiastically, pressing his lips together in a thin line. 

Only a soft rustle of fabric is heard as Duck leans up, cheeks hot to the touch as they begin to unbutton their blouse. Gale’s eyes are glued to the exposing midriff, pawing at their hips like he was no more than a hormone riddled teenager. 

They look down to him, his hair splayed across the pillow underneath, eyes wide and wanting. He would give his entire being to them, his own heart on a silver platter if he weren’t a dead man walking. 

Instead, he grips and grabs, massaging his fingers into their hips as they free the last button and shed their shirt. They fight the reflex to fold their arms over their chest, instead bracing their palms against his.

Gale draws in a breath, almost dizzy with arousal, zeroing in on the heavy swell of their breasts, nearly pouring from the cups of their brassiere. Pinned beneath them like this, he notices just how small he is. 

There’s the logistical height differences between the two that debunk that statement, yes, but length wasn’t his thought. The orb drained him in more ways than one, his weight being one of them. He’s long since been the healthy, powerful man he once was- now he is sickly thin, the purple hued tendrils sapping the nutrients from his body, both magical and organic. 

Duck is thick, stocky, built for strength and durability. He can feel it under his hands, the muscle beneath the fat. Their hands are already so large, it’d be no big feat to wrap their hands completely around his waist- his throat. 

The dwarf slides their hands under his shirt, timid, cautious. Urgently, Gale pulls at the offending garment, tugging it off himself with a stifled grunt. Warm, calloused palms follow and he breathes a sigh of relief, eyes fluttering shut. He feels just right, beneath them like this, body soft and liquid with pleasure. 

They shift in his lap, a strained sound emitting from his chest in response. He drinks in the sight of them, lips parted and eyes lidded. He follows the curve of their lips and the jagged, torn patch of scarred flesh across their eye. The way the heat of their cheeks makes their skin sweat, beads he longs to chase with his tongue. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, hips shifting beneath, chasing the feeling of them. 

They don’t reply to it, averting their gaze in fact, but shimmying their hips regardless. Gale hisses softly, grasping for purchase on their belt loops. He’s sure they can feel how hard he’s become, pressed stiffly against the soft mound between their thighs. Cloth against cloth, he can still feel the delicious drag of friction. 

“You’re so good to me,” he whimpers, hushed. “A little firmer, please?” 

Strong legs lock against his sides, their hands braced against his frail chest as they grind down into his lap, rubbing against the thick line of his erection. 

First, he gasps, a breath drawn in thinly- and then comes the loud, aching moan. Both go still, and so does the distant chatter from the campsite yards beyond. 

Duck clamps their hand over his mouth, silencing him with their palm. He goes dizzy, eyelids fluttering, shuddering exhales from his nose. A beat passes, then two, and the conversation picks back up, unbothered. They breathe a sigh of relief and look back down at him. 

Gale puckers his lips behind their palm, kissing the center fervently. He follows when they pull their hand away, his fingers curling around their wrist.

“Silence me,” he whispers, barely a sound. 

Delicately, he kisses their fingertips, his tongue pressing between the digits when he takes them into his mouth. He must look no better than an average copper whore, sucking on their fingers to muffle his petty whines. 

They haven’t moved, seated still against his aching cock, pressing deeper down his throat. He wiggles, writhes, weakly bucks his hips from underneath, searching for more friction. They bounce, just slightly, in his lap, and it’s enough to make him gurgle behind their fingers. 

They breathe heavy, flushed cheeks and sweaty flesh, tracing the lines of his orb with their opposite hand. He yearns, starves, positively aches from his very core. Gale thinks he could die happy, beneath them like this, touched and seen—

The tent flap rips open with a quick thwip, exposing the pair to the moonlit camp. 

“Oh my gods, I was right, they were having sex!” Astarion cackles, “or rather, trying, it seems. Really, I was hoping to see more skin, it sounded like a pair of stuck pigs in there!” 

“Get out!” Gale yelps, instinctually covering himself with his arms, embarrassment festering in his gut. He hears a distant call of ‘leave them be, Astarion!’ along with a wolf’s whistle from the campfire. 

“Darling, you hardly got a room, there’s nothing for me to get out of! Trust me, I think I’ve gotten my fill of whatever…finger-sucking debacle this is, anyways.”

Duck has hurriedly pulled their shirt back on, face red and tears of embarrassment rising to the surface. Gale can’t stop them from rushing out of the tent, nearly pushing Astarion aside in the process, a scoff in turn as the dwarf escapes in shame. Guilt consumes him, finding no trace of them when he peers out of the tent. 

“Now, look at what you’ve done!” The wizard hisses. “I sincerely hope that was just the tadpole’s doing, to cause you to do something as disrespectful as, as exposing our leader!”

“Please,” Astarion rolls his eyes. “Don’t try to scold me when you still have a pillow over your lap.”

“That’s-!”

“Enough!” Lae’zel stomps up behind Astarion, taking a fistful of his shirt collar and pulling him back. “Enough of this nonsense chatter! We waste our breath squabbling amongst each other. In Crèche K’liir, disputes are handled by blade, if you both would like to solve this childish squawking.”

Both men grumble in defeat, Astarion smoothing the ruffles of his shirt in upset. 

“You. Spawn, you’d do better not to stick your fleshy nose where it does not belong.” The githyanki sneers, jabbing a pointed finger into Astarion’s chest. Gale laughs triumphantly at the elf’s scolding, before the woman turns her ire back on him. 

“And you. I knew wizards were cowards, but allowing your own mate to be defiled by such an act? I would not put your incompetence on display, istik.

Chk! If you both do not end this conflict, I will end you.” 

Gale spends the night alone in his bedroll, a dangerous cocktail of guilt and shame festering in his stomach. He spends a long while thinking, reenacting it all behind his eyelids as his fingers pick the frayed edges of his bedroll. Things he could have said differently, things he could have done differently—including and not limited to a gag with how tremendously he blew their cover. Gods, what a fool he’s become since his infection!

He misses them already. The warmth of their body, the taste of their mouth. The image of them almost soothes his mind, as if they were caressing his face once more. 

He sees them again the morning after, packing their bag for the day's adventure in silence. A great longing grips his chest, and if he had been a bit braver, he would have gone over to check on them. Instead, they catch his gaze, and he feels a chill run down his spine. No, perhaps that wouldn’t be the best idea, bravery aside. 

He regrets. He most certainly does, he’d be a fool to claim otherwise. Gale wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t want him any more, if the night before was a mistake they longed to forget. 

They take him along on the road even despite his errors, albeit walking in silence. Regardless, they still watch his back, being there to catch him when he inevitably trips over his own feet from the nerves. 

He doesn’t deserve them, he truly doesn’t, not when he’s proven himself to be such a selfish wretch. 

And yet, he still looks to them when they find Elminster on the mountain pass, the beckoning darkness of the Shadowlands ahead almost seeping past the wooden warning signs like tendrils. The message his old friend brings is no less grim. 

Gale still hopes for comfort, if only in his final moments.