#dungeonmaster things

[tea-with-eleni]

Yeah so I figured out how to kill Ireena Kolyana for maximum tragic effect.

Hopefully my players will figure it out and stop me.

[tea-with-eleni]

Hm. For the Curse of Strahd that I'm running, I have made precisely one gender flip: Argynvost. Because I felt like it worked slightly better for the character who might care most about what happened to the giant silver dragon.

So, as major-at-any-point-in-our-story characters go, we have, for men:

The six male PCs (played by an equal assortment of male and female players who just all happened to make dudes, I don't think there was a conspiracy)

Strahd von Zarovich

Escher (RIP)

Van Richten (MIA)

Viktor Vallakovich (MIA)

The Abbott (Arguably male)

Azalin Rex (It's a long story)

Blinsky (Probably not major but certainly beloved)

Ismark

Assorted Martikovs

Assorted blacksmiths across two different domains of dread (they've mostly been male, apparently I have a bias)

Sergei von Zarovich

and for women:

Ireena Kolyana

Fiona Wachter

Ludmilla

Volenta

Anastraya

Arabelle

Madam Eva

Argynvost (deceased long before the story began)

Vasilka (Arguably female)

Assorted Martikovs

Assorted shopkeepers and innkeepers across two different domains of dread (many innkeepers have been female, apparently I have a bias???)

and for nonbinary people:

Ez d'Avenir (vaguely female)

A few NPCs with cameos

Vampyr, technically, I guess

I feel like if you gender flipped everyone, some story dynamics would feel different, but not like "oh shit, did Lolth command the women to kill all the men and throw their bodies in a cave somewhere???"

[lokis-army-77]

Private Viewing

Camboy!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 6.8k

What happens when your favorite camboy is in your class? You should stop watching his content... or should you? What happens when you are eventually paired together for a project? Everything will be just fine, won't it?

Warning: 18 +. This is pure fucking filth. Spit, masturbation (m and f), use of vibrators and fleshlight, choking, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral (f reviving), fingering, voyeurism? Soft!dom Eddie, tell me if I'm missing anything.

Thank you @lesservillain for giving me this wonderful idea. 💗 and @munson-blurbs for figuring out if I should do this for Steve or Eddie and for helping give me a title💗.

Masterlist

Nothing but slick sounds filled your room, the occasional deep moan calling out from your laptop speakers accompanying your own sweet cries. The guy on the screen, Ed as he called himself, or DungeonMaster as he was known on Only Fans and Twitter, was fisting his cock in his heavily ringed hand. He was putting on a show for more than ten thousand viewers but the way he stared down the camera with those dark eyes made you think he was watching you, fucking his hand to the way you were pumping your fingers in and out of your soaking wet pussy. 

You had stumbled upon his Twitter three months ago and he immediately captured your eye. The way his tattoos wrapped around his pale skin, how he wasn’t all lean muscle like the other OF guys, his tummy by no means a six-pack but he still looked strong enough to sweep you off your feet with ease. His moans were heavenly and so was the deep timber of his force as he praised you through the thirty-second video clip. It was all enough to convert you from your usual consumption of smutty books to the infamous Only Fans sight. 

Since then, his streams and videos have become the one and only thing you get off to. And like then, tonight was no exception. 

You were so close to the edge, Ed’s moans spurring you on. Your fingers move at an almost inhuman pace in and out, in and out. 

“Rub that clit for me, baby. Need you to cum.” He groaned, head resting on his shoulder as he continued you pleasure himself. 

“Fuck!” You gasp as you rub your clit with your free hand. Your rhythm is horribly off but it doesn’t matter, you are so close to cumming. So so so close. “Please,” you beg out into your empty room. You aren’t too sure why or what you are pleading for. More friction? More fingers? More words of encouragement from him? Maybe you’re asking to cum? 

It’s like he had heard you through the screen as he moaned out, “That’s a good girl. Just like that. Doing so well for me. You gonna cum baby? Yeah? Me too. Want me to count for you?” He nods his head lazily. “I knew you would baby. Okay. Five.”

You want to cry.

“Four.” 

The strings tugging inside you are becoming taut.

“Three.”

You feel like you’re going to explode. He’s counting too slowly.

“Two.”

The tears are flowing now.

“One.”

You let out a strangled scream.

“Cum baby. Do it, now.”

Your walls clench around your fingers and your legs snap shut, trapping your fingers. Every muscle in your body is shuddering as those strings snap and your release comes out in a stream, wetting your hand and the bed. Your hearing has gone, there’s a ringing in your ears but you can faintly hear Ed cumming as well. 

With watery vision and slow movements, you turn to face your laptop screen just in time to see his tattoo-covered chest painted with milky white ropes of cum. 

When the ringing subsides you hear him say more clearly, “Thata girl. Always make me cum so much.” He takes a towel and wipes off his chest and stomach before adjusting the camera view to the shoulders up. “Get you some rest baby, I’ll see you on Thursday.” 

And then the live is over. 

Slowly, sluggishly, you remove your hands from between your legs and begin the now regular clean-up routine before going to bed. 

…

Three days later, Thursday rolls around, and thus begins the fall semester of your junior year of college. It’s a groggy morning, everyone is tired and very unenthusiastic about having an 8 a.m. advanced music composition class. 

You had struggled to get out of bed at six this morning just to get one of the dorm showers first before they were all taken up. Luckily two of the five were open and you were able to get to class a whole twenty minutes early, even having time to grab coffee at the on-campus Starbucks on the way.

The music building was old and the tables you and your fellow students sat at were even older. It all added to the sleepy ambiance. Your eyes drooped and you yawned every time someone else did, the black coffee you had chugged not doing anything for you. 

You’re only awoken when your professor, a stout old man with a very severe receding hairline, slams open the door to the classroom a little too hard and it hits the brick wall, creating a loud, startling bang. 

He apologizes before making his introduction.  He then gets out a clipboard with a sheet attached and hands it off to a girl in the front row, instructing everyone to fill in their name and school email for his role sheet.

It’s only once you’ve finished and passed the clipboard on, that you notice the guy two seats down from you looks vaguely familiar. You can’t quite put a finger on it and it bugs you. 

His hair is pulled back into a messy bun and his clothes make him look like the alternative guy of your dreams back in high school. He’s got rings on almost every finger and an aura that just screams confidence. 

It begins to become a problem, your inability to place this guy's face. You’ve only taken a handful of notes the entire first hour and thirty minutes into this two-hour class. Your eyes are constantly staring at him no matter how hard you try to make yourself pay attention. 

Then, he raises his hand to answer one of your professor's questions. That’s when it clicks. Your pen falls from your grasp and your mouth forms an O. 

“Oh my fucking god. No. It can’t be.” You think to yourself but just to be sure you take out your phone, turn the brightness and volume down, and hide it under the table. You open Twitter as fast as you can and you don’t even have to look for his user, he’s the first post on the screen. 

Ed @ DungeonMaster86 was boldly displayed above a picture of the guy sitting next to you with his massive dick in his hand. 

It’s a wonder you weren’t caught with how you practically choked on thin air and began furiously looking from your phone to the guy and then back to your phone. 

Your stomach drops. You can’t keep watching his videos, can you? That wouldn’t be right. That would be weird, watching the porn your classmate makes. 

When class is finally called to an end you pack up as quickly as you can and bolt out the door to your next class, hoping that by getting away from Ed, you'd be able to concentrate. Out of sight, out of mind.

That statement turns out to be false when he is in your next class and when you spot him in the student commons talking with another guy. It's like once you made the connection of who he was, he was everywhere.

…

Arriving back at your dorm, you throw your backpack on your desk, snatch your laptop out of it, and struggle to jump up onto your bed. Never had you been so thankful for the single dorm than this moment as your curser hovered over the bookmarked Only Fans page at the top of your screen. No roommate meant no one would see the moral dilemma you were currently losing with yourself. 

‘You know him, it’s wrong to keep watching his videos.”

‘What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him though. The only way he would know you are watching is if you tell him, you aren’t going to tell him, are you?’

‘No…’ 

‘Then it’s okay, it’ll just add an extra element of taboo to his streams. Plus, he’d miss you in the chat.’

You sigh as the devil on your shoulder wins out once again, talking you into something you know you shouldn’t be. But hey, it feels good to be bad. 

Steadily, you click on his bookmarked profile and the first thing to pop up is the live stream that is currently in session. And against your better judgment, you enter the stream.

He’s only just started, people are slowly filtering in. Ed is sitting on the edge of his bed, shirt off, and a singular, ringed hand teasing himself through his black jeans. 

You breathe a sigh as he looks into the camera, eyes half-lidded, luring you in. It does the job, because in an instant your fingers are typing out a message in chat. 

Princess23: hi Ed

His eyes flicker as he reads his messages, smiling as he replies to you. "Hi, Princess. How's my girl been?"

There's a bubble of excitement at the fact that he recognizes your username, even if you've been a regular in the chat for months.

Princess23: stressful… you've been distracting me.

The reply to his question is truer than he realizes. 

"Aww, princess, is that so? You've been thinking of me?" He leans back on his free elbow, still groping himself with the other hand.

Princess23: yes. been thinking about your cock, how much I want it in my mouth. 

It's one of the less bold comments you make but it makes you blush all the same, especially now.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck that pretty little mouth? Of yours?"

Princess23: yes please

"Mmm." He hums, fingers now fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. 

You set your laptop to the side and start to situate yourself. Slowly taking your clothes off one by one. 

Ed replies to a few more comments before announcing that it's time to start.

He leaves the screen for just a moment before coming back with something in his hand. Smirking at the camera he shows it. A flashlight in the shape of a mouth.

"This one’s for you, Princess. Since you need my dick so bad," Ed explains. He sets it on his bed before making a show of taking his jeans and boxers off. 

As you watch, your hands roam your body. Fingers pinching and pulling at your sensitive nipples before trailing down. The light touch over your ribs makes you giggle. Then you rub and scratch at the inside of your thighs. 

Ed's moans are now coming through your speakers, you tilt your head to watch.

"Spit on my cock baby, get it nice and wet for me." He commands before spitting in his own hand and rubbing it on his thick length. 

"Your mouth looks so pretty like this, waiting, drooling for me. Need me to fill it so bad don't you, baby?" 

"Yes." You answer him breathlessly, fingers teasing around your mound. 

You watch and he sits back down on his bed, thighs spread, a hand cupping his balls and the other grabbing the fleshlight. He lets out a long, drawn-out moan when he inserts his cock into the fake mouth. 

"Fuck baby, your mouth feels so perfect." 

You can't help but whine. Allowing your fingers to finally circle your clit. 

The both of you go one like this for a bit. Him fucking the fleshlight and you massaging your clit. But then you need more, more than your hand can give you. So you reach to your bedside table, stretching at an uncomfortable angle to open the drawer and pull out the purple mini wand you kept there.

The vibrations start slow and constant as you press the toy to your clit. It pulls soft, quiet noises from you as you watch your computer screen. Your mind is blank, filled only with the pretty sounds Ed is making, the way his body looks, and the pleasure between your legs.

There are no thoughts. You follow his lead. When his hand speeds up, you kick up the vibrations, when he slows down, you turn the vibrator back to the first level. 

It's a rollercoaster, almost, taking your pleasure for a ride. The stream isn't even done yet when you feel that tight pull in your abdomen. The toy works you up fast. 

So you stop. Taking the toy away and changing positions. On your hands and knees, you hug a pillow to your chest and prop the toy up under you, keeping it standing as you push your clit down onto it. It's not even on and it's making your hips buck in sensitivity.

You turn it back on and immediately feel the slick seeping from your cunt and running down the toy. 

"Oh fuck," you cry.  Your eyes locked on the screen where Ed has also changed positions. 

He's got his own toy lying on the bed and he's laying over it. The way his leg and glute muscles contract as he thrusts into the toy has you memorized. 

He chants, "Baby, baby, baby." Over and over. What you would give to have him chanting your name instead. Like a prearranged falling from his lips, praising you, worshiping you.

The need for him grows and so does the tightness in your core. 

Reaching your hand down you turn the speed up. Your hips buck into the toy and you bury your face in the pillow. You're close.

He’s not far behind. Peering up from your pillow you can see his thrusts are sputtering. Sporadic as he draws close to his end. 

“God dammit, baby. Gonna cum in this perfect mouth of yours. Fuck. Can you swallow it like the good pet you are? Hum? The good pet I know you can be?”

“Yes.” You turn up the vibrator. “Fuck, wanna swallow all of you. Please.” 

The vibrations are becoming too much but you keep the toy pressed into you, hips shaking at the feeling of being overstimulated. 

Without warning, you cum with a guttural cry into your pillow. Body spasming, muscles twitching. You can still hear Ed moaning and the sloppy sounds of his cock fucking the fleshlight. 

With barely any energy you reach down between your heavy body and the bed and turn your toy off. You don’t even bother with your computer, too exhausted and fucked out to exit the stream. You fall asleep to the sounds of your new classmate's self-pleasure. 

…

It’s October now. The semester is halfway over and you’ve still been watching Ed, or Eddie. You learned his actual name in class when your professor called role on him by name the second week. 

Today you are being assigned a partner for the final project. You have your fingers crossed that Eddie won’t be chosen as your partner but as your professor calls out pairs, it seems luck is against you. 

You freeze when your name is called and directly after so is Eddie’s. You groan internally. How the hell are you supposed to do this? You already have trouble concentrating when he sits two seats away, what’s going to happen when he actually interacts with you?

There isn’t much time to think about that as he abruptly moves from his seat to the one directly next to you. 

“Hi.” He says, eyes bright and expectant. “I’m Eddie.” He holds out his hand for you to shake but you just stare at him. He looks at you curiously before waving his hand in front of your face. “Hello? Cat got your tongue?”

You snap out of your stupor and accept his hand, shaking it as you introduce yourself. “Sorry. I was a bit out of it.” You say, trying to play it off as you just staring off into space. 

“No problem.” He smiles. “Uh, do you want to exchange numbers so we can figure out when we can work on this together?” 

“Oh, yeah. Here,” You open your phone and push it to him with the messages app open. “You can text yourself.” 

He does just that, even going as far as putting in his contact name as Eddie with the skull and crossbones emoji beside it. 

“Great. I’ll text you when I’m free. I have work on Mondays and Thursdays, sometimes on Saturdays, but other than that I’m usually free.”

You nearly choke when you realize he’s given you his streaming schedule. “I- uh. Okay. Just text me when you can.”

"Sure thing sweetheart." He grins at you before standing, grabbing his things, and heading out of class along with the rest of the students. 

You sit there for a minute, thinking. God, what are you getting yourself into?

…

You both have finally come up with meeting times that work for both of you. Tuesday and Wednesday after seven. Giving you time to get to the school library after the closing shift at your on-campus job. 

It’s been two weeks of working together on this project and it’s been easier than you had originally thought to concentrate on the task at hand and keep your dirty thoughts at bay. 

Right now, you are both sitting in one of the private study rooms looking at Eddie’s computer as he explains why this particular cord progression would fit with the emotions you are trying to convey in your composition. 

You sigh, “Eddie, as much as I love that sound, I really don’t think it fits with the overall composition of the song. It isn’t as emotionally charged as I’d like it to be.”

“Well show me something similar to what you’re wanting.” He rakes his hand through his hair. It’s been a long night for each of you. It seems that every new section of the song you are creating for the project gives you a new challenge to work through together. 

You pull out your phone and Eddie leans over to watch as you begin to type. There is a particular song you are thinking of that has the weight and emotion you are trying to convey with your own music and as you type the first letter of the song, O, the first suggestion that pops up is onlyfans/DungeonMaster. 

Mortified, you slam your phone down on the table. Eddie looks at you with an eyebrow raised. 

“What was that?” He asks.

“What was what?” You answer. 

“Why did you slam your phone down?”

“Oh, I just forgot the title of the song.”

“Right…” He scratches under his chin and then stretches back in his chair. “Why don’t we call it quits for tonight? It’s getting late and we aren’t going to agree on anything if we’re both tired.”

A yawn suddenly comes up out of nowhere and you then realize how tired you actually are. “That sounds good to me.” You agree with Eddie and begin packing up your things. You don’t want to be with him longer than you need to be right now, even if he seemingly didn’t notice his OF user pop up on your phone screen. 

“Bye Eddie.” You wave to him on your way out the door.

Faintly you hear him call out to you, giving a goodbye of his own. "See ya, sweetheart."

… 

After your little slip, you began avoiding Eddie. At least in person, you still tuned into his streams. You bailed on the next three meetups you had planned, helping only through voice notes and text. Eddie said he understood when you said your boss was forcing you to stay late to deep clean. 

It was Thursday now and when you saw him in class he barely looked your way and you wondered if he had seen what you hoped he had not. 

You tried stopping him once your lecture was over, feeling an anxiousness creeping into your mind. Your conscience had been telling you to come clean. To explain your perversion. Let him know you watched him, that you paid to enjoy seeing him fuck into a toy or his hand. 

You called out his name and reached for his arm. "Eddie."

He turns to you. "Hum?"

You take a deep breath to ground yourself. "I wanted to say sorry for not being able to come help with the project."

"It's okay, you said you had work." He replies, unbothered. 

"No, Eddie, I didn't get held back at work. That was a lie."

He doesn't look all too surprised. 

"I've kinda been avoiding you because- well, because of what I think you might have seen on my phone that day."

Eddie stops you there. "Can this wait until later? I've really got some errands to run before work."

"Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry to keep you Ed." You had meant it as a nickname but as it came pushing past your lips it was too late to take it back. You had never heard anyone call him that outside of his onlyfans. 

You watched as his eyes widened at the name and a spark went off behind them. "I'll see you later sweetheart." The smirk he gives you isn't the usual playful one you'd seen him throw before. No, this was sinister, like he knew.

Your heart fell into your stomach as you watched him walk away, leaving you alone.

Tonight as you logged into the stream, it wasn’t to get off. It was to see if he'd show any signs of knowing you might be lurking about among the thousands of viewers.

When the video loads, Eddie is sitting in his desk chair. He's talking to the chat like he always does. There's something different in the atmosphere around him, mischief if you've placed it correctly. 

He keeps replying to comments until the clock reaches 6:10. It's time for the show to begin. 

"Tonight I have a very special treat for you guys." Eddie starts as he reaches over just off camera to his desk. "I've got the wand out." 

The chat erupts. Eddie doesn't bring his vibrator out often, but when he does, you know it's going to be a good show for every party involved. 

"I would also like to say hello to a special quest in the stream tonight." Eddie’s smirk gets bigger and your heart pounds in your chest. "Hi, sweetheart. Hope you enjoy yourself." 

You feel like you've been shot. There's a ringing in your ears and your breathing has stopped. 

He knows. Fuck. He definitely knows. You've never heard him say that pet name on camera. It's always babe or baby when he refers to the collective whole watching the stream. Eddie has only ever used that name with you.

Eddie starts up the vibrator, tracing it over his covered cock. He hums at the feeling, loud and long. 

You clench your thighs together. You tell yourself you should stop watching but you can't bring yourself to. 

'He knows." You argue with yourself.

'But he wants you to watch. Why else would he say his pet name for you? Why else would he say he hopes you enjoy yourself? He knows and he likes it.'

The devil on your shoulder makes sense again and you curse it. 

So, you watch. Intently, you watch. Your eyes never leave the screen. 

Eddie whimpers once he has his cock out of his pants. The tip is a deep purple/red color, showing how worked up he's gotten already.

He lets his head fall back, resting on his chair as he moves the vibrator down to his balls. He presses it into himself before dragging it up his shaft and to the head. 

You feel a wetness seeping into the cotton of your panties and as his legs widen, yours press together more. 

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck, sweetheart." Eddie moans, mouth open slack and eyes squeezed shut. 

You can't believe he's saying your pet name and making those noises. You wonder what he's thinking about. How you'd look sucking on his cock? Maybe what it would be like to be pounding into you, watching your cunt suck him in and clench around him. 

Eddie grits his teeth when he turns the speed up. One hand is holding the vibrator just at the frenulum while the other is cupping and squeezing his balls. 

Your thoughts are running wild and your hips have started to rock in search of some kind of friction.

He moves his hand from his balls and begins to tug on his shaft. Deep guttural moans fill the air, and the sound of them turns you on even more. 

It's not long before Eddie is bucking his cock into his hand. You can see his muscles straining in his legs as he does. 

"Fuck fuck fuck- ah fuck sweetheart, you've got me so close. Fuck." His voice is pinched. You can see the exhaustion in the furrow of his eyebrows as he pressed the vibrator over his tip, the change in placement making his hips shudder. “God, I’m gonna cum. The thought of you is gonna make me cum, sweetheart.” 

Hearing his breathy, deep, timber of a voice say that the thought of you was going to do him in had you thinking you might just cum too. No touching required, just Eddie and his beautiful noises. 

In a matter of seconds, Eddie is choking on his words as his balls go taut. He lets out a drawn-out grunt and ropes of cum begin to spurt out over his chest, covering him like a painting. He doesn’t even bother to clean himself up before he looks into the camera and says good night, chuckling when he mentions your particular pet name again. Then, the screen goes dark. 

…

Fridays are slow in the used bookshop you work at. Especially after 4:30. No one had been inside in maybe an hour? Your boss left early, leaving you alone to close down at 6. For the past fifteen minutes, you’ve been putting misplaced books back where they belong, sweeping, and tidying up anything else you see. 

Because of the usual slowness, you have your headphones on. The music isn’t loud but it does drown out the sound of the bell chiming as someone enters the building. You are unaware of the person creeping up behind you until you are suddenly turned around and corralled against the bookshelf. 

You let out an alarmed screech only for your mouth to be covered by a big, warm hand. Your headphones fall to the floor beside you as they are accidentally knocked off your head. You hear his voice then, whispering in your ear. 

“Hi, Sweetheart.” 

“Eddie-” You heave, relieved it wasn’t someone coming to kill you in cold blood.

“Did you enjoy my show last night?” He leans back, caressing a strand of hair away from your face. 

You shake your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You deny. Even after you had told yourself you would come clean to him, granted that was before you knew he knew your secret. 

“You don’t know, do you? I think you do why else would my account have popped up on your search suggestions the other day?” 

Keeping your mouth shut, you refuse to answer. 

Eddie takes your chin between his fingers and moves your face to the side as he leans into you. His lips tickle the shell of your ear as he speaks again. “So… Which one of my subs are you? Hum?”

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. 

Eddie tuts. “Don’t get all shy on me. Tell me. Now.” His tone is dominating. It’s one thing to hear it over a computer speaker, it's another when you hear it in person. His presence alone had your knees knocking. 

“I-I,” You can't help but stutter. “It’s Princess23.” You shamefully tell him your user, eyes looking anywhere but his.

He sucks in a breath. “Oh, Princess. That was you?”

He forces you to look at him and you nod your head. 

You hate that he’s making you look him in the eye, but you can see what’s swirling around deep within them. Desire, lust, dominance, but nothing mean. Nothing hurtful. 

As you watch him, you catch the minute changes in his expression. His jaw clenches and his eyes darken, a hunger taking over as he stares you down. 

“I can give you a private show if you want, baby.” He leans back in. “Right here,” He nipps at your ear lobe. “Right now.” 

“Eddie, we can’t… We’re at my work.” 

He looks around you, head swiveling to peer down both ends of the aisle. “It’s fine Sweetheart, no one’s here but us, right?”

“Yes, but-”

He cuts you off with a finger over your lips. 

“Then let me show you why the real thing is so much better than what you’ve seen online.” He doesn’t give you time to think before his lips are on yours. 

They are soft, almost pillow-like as they mold against yours. His tongue slithers its way into your mouth, tasting you, he moans when he does. 

To you, he tastes like menthol cigarettes and black coffee with the faintest hint of weed. It’s intoxicating, and addicting. You’ve only had one taste and now you won't be able to function without him.  

His hand cups your cheek and pulls you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair. His body keeps you pinned to the shelves and he spreads your legs by inserting one of his own between them.

With him being so much taller than you, it only takes you barely bending your knees for you to make contact with his thigh. You are thankful when he doesn’t stop you from humping his leg. The friction of you rubbing yourself against him has the seam of your pants pressing against your clit. It’s a wonderful pressure that leaves your mind blank. 

When he pulls away, you follow, not wanting his mouth to leave yours. Eddie chuckles when you give a needy whine. 

"It's okay baby, I'll give you what you want." He coos. "But first, since you wanna get yourself off, you've got to make yourself cum on my leg."

You pout. "But Eddie…"

"Ah ah, don't complain sweet girl, you'll only make it take longer. Now get to work."

You do as he says, rolling your hips with purpose against him. He doesn't help you at all, he only provides support and kissed along your jaw every few seconds as he watches you work. 

It's harder than you thought it would be. The layers of denim dulled the sensations yet added to the tension your clit felt as the fabric rubbed against it. 

"Mmm, fuck." You gasp, fingers gripping onto Eddie’s shoulders. "M'so close. Eddie, I'm so close."

He smiles at you and he gives your body gentle touches. "That's it, Princess. Let go. Being such a good girl for me."

You moan loudly at his praise. 

"That right sweet girl, use me to get yourself off. That's it, keep going."

His words are spurring you on, your hips, although losing their rhythm and steadiness, keep going strong. Then, you feel it. That tautness in your tummy and the ache in your bones. You are so close.

"Please, Eddie. Ah- so close. Need more." Your words are short and your hips move faster. 

"What is it, baby? What do you need?" Eddie asks, willing to give you just a little.

"Kiss me again," you beg. 

He obliges. Taking your face in his hands and practically devouring you. 

The canter of your hips stalls as your body shudders against him. A sticky wetness can now be felt,  uncomfortably, between your legs.

"So good for me." He praises.

You can feel how hard he is, his needy cock prominently pressing into your thigh.

"Wanna feel you. Eddie please, I need to feel you." You're practically begging him to fuck you now.

"Yeah, sweet girl? You need me to stretch that pretty pussy on my dick? Make you feel so good, baby." He trailed his kiss down to your neck, stopping only to suck and nip at the sensitive skin. 

You nod frantically. "Yes, yes Eddie. Need you inside me."

Hands rush to unbutton pants, fingers caress bare skin, breaths hitch. You tug at Eddie's pants impatiently as he pulls your own down. The sudden feeling of cold air hitting the pool of slick between your thighs. 

You are both a whirlwind of arms and clothes and a few books falling from their shelf. Eddie’s fingers make their way to your center, exploring between your folds. 

You throw your head back, cracking it on the shelf above. "Ow," You moan out in pain.

"Careful there, Sweetheart." He gives you another kiss and moves his unoccupied hand to cradle your head.

The pain is instantly forgotten when two of his thick fingers circle your clit before pushing into your entrance.

"Mmmm- god." He feels so good inside you, fingers curling into your walls. The wet slick of him moving fills the stagnant air of the bookstore.

"You're sucking me in, baby. Pussy squeezing me so tight." Eddie rests his forehead on yours, his breath mixing with your own. "Can't wait to feel you around my cock."

Gasping in response, you buck your hips up into his hand. "More-"

It doesn't take much convincing for Eddie to pull his hand from between your legs and position his hard length at your entrance. Slowly he slips inside, meeting no resistance with how wet you are. 

Eddie pushes into you, cock stretching you out farther than you think you've ever been before. His one hand rests on the back of your head while the other pushes your shaking hand out of his way as he goes to press it against your neck.

You grasp his arm, nails scratching his skin as he chokes you. 

"Oh- oh, Eddie. Fuck me." You cry, cunt fluttering around him. 

Your words are music to his ears. His pace begins steadily. In and out at a lazy, leisurely speed. Then he picks it up, hips bucking faster and faster. 

He's giving it all to you. Everything you've dreamed of since you saw him on your Twitter all those months ago.

The head of his cock is repeatedly hitting that one spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. You can’t keep yourself up. The feelings coursing through you have your knees buckling and Eddie does a good job at catching your weight. 

He stops his movements to try and situate you. “Come on, baby, gotta stand up.” 

You shake your head. “I can’t, s’too much.” Your heart is pounding in your chest, if you even tried to stand you would just fall again. “There's a couch.” You point to the back of the store. “It’s in the break room.” 

Eddie grunts as he hoists you up in his arms and follows your directions. 

The couch is old and made of leather. It is cold on your skin as Eddie lays you down and you shiver as he rips your pants and underwear from around your ankles. Never would you have ever imagined being naked from the waist down in your work break room. 

In contrast to the cool leather, Eddie’s hands are searing hot. He grips the back of your knees, picking your legs up and spreading you out. You’re almost folded in half. 

“Jesus fucking christ. You. Are. Beautiful.” He enunciated every word. The complement has you keening and clenching around nothing. “Fuck, look at that pretty cunt. She’s gaping for me.” Eddie smiles, eyes flickering to yours before looking back to your most intimate part. 

You let out a wonton gasp when he spits, a glob of it falling right atop your parted slit. Eddie takes a hand away and grabs his cock. He rubs the tip through your folds, giving your clit a heavy tap tap tap before entering you again and grabbing the back of your knee again. 

Eddie wastes no time in pistoning his hips into yours. The new angle gives him free range of movement to fuck you fast and deep. The skin of his thighs makes a sharp slapping sound when he connects with your ass, it sets the rhythm for the song of your shared moans. 

“Pull your shirt up.” He commands and you do as he says. Lifting your shirt up and over your breasts. Eddie lets out an irritated grunt at the sight of your bra. “That too.” He puffs out and you pull it up as far as it will allow. 

Your breasts bounce as Eddie fucks you mercilessly into the couch. His eyes are shamelessly trained on them. “Fucking hell, Princess. Gimmie our hands.” 

You reach out for him and he grabs your wrists, guiding you to hold your legs back like he had been doing. With the newfound freedom of his hands, he extends them out to play with your tits.  He pinches and tugs at your nipples, making you moan in pleasure as he continues his assault. His thrusts become faster, harder, more desperate. You know he's close and you can't take much more either. 

“Eddie… Ah- Eddie-” You babble out his name. You wiggle under his hold and the harsh prodding of his cock into your cervix. The strings of another orgasm are being pulled tight. 

He growls. “I know baby, I know. Fucking cum for me. Cum on my cock.” 

Tears well up in your eyes and begin to overflow. Your body writhes, back bowing, muscles straining. You’re on the precipice. 

Eddie sees how close you are and moves a hand down between your legs, circling his thumb over your slick-covered clit. 

“Oooh- Oh fuck!” You scream. “Shit shit shit shitshitshitshit…. Ah!” 

“Louder.” He moans. “Want the whole town to hear you sweet girl.” 

“Eddie! Oh, I’m there. I’m fucking there.” You cry, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you let go. A scream erupts from your throat. Even in your ecstasy, you can feel Eddie’s tempo shift. He’s losing speed. 

“Goddammit. I cumming too.” Eddie whimpers, sinking into you fully. His cum fills you up and you can fill you as it runs down your ass as he pulls out. 

Your body is twitching as he moves you to lay more fully on the couch. He doesn’t follow though. No. He sinks to his knees and before your foggy mind can even comprehend it, he attaches his mouth to your pussy.  

You are pliant under his touch, unable to resist. His tongue explores you and you moan in pleasure. He’s lapping up the mixture of his cum and your slick, humming at the taste the whole time. 

You choke back a sob when his tongue flicks repeatedly over your clit before he begins to suck on the already abused bud. “Eddie, please.” Reaching down you tug on his hair but he doesn’t move. “Ed-” He starts shaking his head, burying himself in your pussy. 

Another orgasm is quickly approaching. Your breathing quickens and you can feel your body trembling as he works you up, sending you higher and higher until you can’t take it anymore. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, and your body spasms in pleasure. He doesn't stop, continuing his ministrations until you finally come down from your high once more.

“Christ. You taste so good.” He says as he crawls up your spent body. Draping himself over you he places kiss after tender kiss all over your face. “Did so good for me. I’m so proud of you.” 

“Yeah?” You whisper. 

“Mhum. So proud.” He grins, the light of the room catching in the wetness covering him from nose to chin. 

Eddie cuddles into you more and your eyes close. He’s exhausted you. You both lay there in silence, content in each other's presence. Eddie eventually falls asleep, his breathing slow and steady. You don’t have the heart or the energy to wake him. You stay awake, just barely, still in awe of what happened. 

It feels like hours have gone by when you finally do shake Eddie, calling out to him softly. He stirs, grumbling as he looks up at you. 

“Eds, baby, I need to lock up.” 

He only rests his head back down between your breasts. You shake him again. 

“Eddie.” You say it a bit more sternly. “Get up and I’ll let you take me back to yours.” 

That gets his attention and he’s up and dressing himself in an instant. You on the other hand are slower, feeling the prominent ache between your legs. He has to help you pull your panties and jeans back on. 

He has to help you close the store as well, your legs weak and not trusted to hold up your body weight without crumbling to the ground. 

Never had you thought this was how this would end. Sitting in the passenger seat of your favorite camboy's car as he drives you to his apartment, grinning like the Cheshire cat as you both think of all the fun things you’ll get up to. Round two was bound to be wilder than the first. 

[antwuzhere]

Twitching aching clawing wanting to answer everything in my askbox but I keep thinking about an au from the jokey post I made yesterday ….

Life Series X Be More Chill

I’m probably gonna make more posts about this, Under the tag -> #LSBMC <- so keep your eyes open!!

If anyone else wants to do a life series x be more chill anything please @ me or use the tag cause I’m desperate to see it, I would love you for ever <3

Trynna make them match like at least the vibes of the outfits in bmc is killing me OUgh but I love it

Also yes. Skizzs shirt has a tie printed onto it.

The doodle of Skizz and tango was 100% inspire by @canaryy15s doodles sgajhshshshsh

Beat me to drawing my own au smh 🙄🙄 /j /silly

I went for the original casting I thought of 😖😔 I love love loved everyone’s ideas but I couldn’t get Martyn as Rich out of my head I’ll still find a way to sneak majorwood in trust guys

More notes under cut!!!

•Scott’s outfits aughhhh.. I love. He’s a colourful-tights-under-shorts girlie. A denim-on-denim guy. A bright-pink-trousers blorbo.

•Martyn’s wearing crocs <3

•Etho is Jimmys dad. He doesn’t wear pants, just those like heart boxers you see in cartoons 😭😭

•Martyn’s squip looks like ren. what who said thattt

• Brooke calls Jeremy jere-bear in the same way Skizz calls Jimmy Jimmy-jiggles. Thank you. Goodnight.

•Joel is like 100% based on bad boy Joel lmao

• “the girl at sev-elev” definetly lizzie idc if it’s only one line in the whole show ❤️jizzie❤️

•didn’t make it into the sketch’s but scar is jenna, impulse is Jake, and sausage is the drama teacher HSHSHS

•they are all humans, except for grian because he’s a super computer in Jimmys brain so grian gets to have his wings <3 while everyone else is normal

•the Halloween costumes are actually just gonna be like, their different skins, instead of the costumes for the show,

• so like, Jimmys a sheriff, scars hotguy, (dungeonmaster tango maybe?) etc

•Skizz is Poe Poe Skizz.

-> Skizzle “You always see sexy inmates but never sexy police” man

•the one thing bugging me, i have no clue who Madeline would be 😭😔

I’m so scared for my Airbuds to roast me next week… I haven’t stopped listening to the album ..

[tea-with-eleni]

Okay here’s an idea

Strahd doesn’t have to disguise himself as Vasili.

He could disguise himself as someone who already passed the mirror test.

Imagine the paranoia you could instill when, say, Vargas Vallakovich passes the test first meeting, but the second time they meet him he has Lydia or Victor with him and they have to test this new person. They pass, but Vargas….oh no, he doesn’t anymore. Bones crack, thunder rumbles, players get the briefest glimpse of Strahd Von Zarovich before he dissolves into mist… and what happened to the real Vargas? Could be fine. But perhaps not…

Bonus points if you pull this off more than once! 🧛🏻

okay listen I had no interest in having Vasilli von Holtz actually show up in the game but one of my players bought a mirror in the general store for the express purpose of looking for vampires by checking to see if they don't have a reflection

and god now I desperately want to orchestrate a scenario where Mr. Holtz befriends the party, helps them fight monsters, chills in their camp, and then one day the player tries to use their mirror for something and happens to see he doesn't have a reflection

the chances of it actually happening that smoothly are next to none but imagine the looks on their faces if I pulled it off

[dailyadventureprompts]

Dm Tip: Playing the Villain/ Guidelines for "Evil" Campaigns

I've never liked the idea of running an evil game, despite how often I've had people in my inbox asking how I'd go about it. I'm all about that zero-to-hero heroic fantasy not only because I'm a goodie twoshoes IRL but because the narrative-gameplay premise that d&d is built around falls apart if the party is a bunch of killhappy murder hobos. Not only would I get bored narrating such a game and indulging the sort of players who demands the freedom to kill and torture at will (I've had those before and they don't get invited back to my table), but the whole conceit of a party falls through when the obviously villainous player characters face their first real decision point and attempt to kill eachother because cooperation is a thing that goodguys do.

Then I realized I was going about it all wrong.

The problem was I had started out playing d&d with assholes, those "murder and torture" clowns who wanted to play grand-theft-auto in the worlds I'd created and ignore the story in favour of seeing how much unchallenged chaos they could create. They set my expectations for what an evil campaign was, and I spent the rest of my time developing as a dungeonmaster thinking " I Don't want any part of that"

But what would an evil campaign look like for my playgroup of emotionally healthy friends who understand character nuance? What would I need to change about the fundamental conceit of d&d adventures to refocus the game on the badguys while still following a similar enough narrative-gameplay premise to a hero game? How do we make that sort of game relatable? What sort of power/play fantasy can we indulge in without going off the deepend?

TLDR: In an evil campaign your players aren't playing the villains, they're the MINIONS, they're mooks, henchmen, goons, lackeys. They're the disposable underlings of uncaring overseers who have nothing but ill intent towards them and the world at large.

Where as in a hero game the party is given the freedom to challenge and overthrow corrupt systems, in an evil game the party is suck as part of that corrupt system, forced to bend and compromise and sacrifice in order to survive. The fantasy is one of escaping that corrupt system, of biding your time just long enough to find an opening, find the right leverage, then tossing a molitov behind you on the way out.

Fundamentally it's the fantasy of escaping a shitty job by bringing the whole company down and punching your asshole boss in the face for good measure.

Below the cut I'm going to get into more nuance about how to build these kinds of narratives, also feel free to check out my evil party tag for campaigns and adventures that fit with the theme.

Designing a campaign made to be played from the perspective of the badguys requires you to take a different angle on quest and narrative design. It’s not so simple as swapping out the traditionally good team for the traditionally bad team and vis versa, having your party cut through a dungeon filled with against angel worshiping holyfolk in place of demon worshipping cultists etc. 

Instead, the primary villain of the first arc of the campaign should be your party’s boss. Not their direct overseer mind you, more CEO compared to the middle managers your party will be dealing with for the first leg of their journey. We should know a bit about that boss villain’s goals and a few hints at their motivation, enough for the party to understand that their actions are directly contributing to that inevitable doom.

“Gee, everyone knows lord Heldred swore revenge after being banished from the king’s council for dabbling in dark magic. I don’t know WHY he has us searching for these buried ancient tablets, but I bet it’s not good”

Next, you need a manager, someone who’s a part of the evil organization that the party directly interfaces with. The manager should have something over the party, whether it be threats of force, blackmail, economic dependency… anything that keeps the antiheroes on the manager’s leash. Whether you make your manager an obvious asshole or manipulative charmer, its important to maintain this power imbalance:   The party arn’t going to be rewarded when the boss-villain’s plan goes off, the manager is, but the manager’s usefulness to the boss-villain is contingent on the work they’re getting the party to do.  This tension puts us on a collison course to our first big narrative beat: do the party get tired of the manager’s abuse and run away? Do they kill the manager and get the attention of the upper ranks of the villainous organization? Do they work really hard at their jobs despite the obvious warning signs and outlive their usefulness? Do they upstage their manager and end up getting promoted, becoming rivals for the boss-villain’s favor? 

Building this tension up and then seeing how it breaks makes for a great first arc, as it lets your party determine among themselves when enough is enough, and set their goals for what bettering the situation looks like. 

As for designing those adventures, you’ll doubtlessly realize that since the party arn’t playing heroes you’ll need to change how the setup, conflict, and payoff work. They’re still protagonists, we want them to succeed after all, but we want to hammer home that they’re doing bad things without expecting them to jump directly to warcrimes. 

Up to no good: The basic building block of any evil campaign, our party need to do something skullduggerous without alerting the authorities.  This of course is going to be easier said than done, especially when the task spins out of control or proves far more daunting than first expected. The best the party can hope for is to make a distraction and then escape in the chaos, but it will very likely end with them being pursued in some manner (bounties, hunters, vengeful npcs and the like).  Use this setup early in a campaign so you have an external force gunning for your party during the remainder of their adventures. 

Dog eat dog:  It’s sort of cheating to excuse your party’s villainous actions by having them go up against another villain who happens to be worse than they are. The trick is that we’re not going after this secondary group of outlaws because they’re bad, we’re doing it because they’ve either got something the boss wants, or they’re edging in on the boss’s turf.  This sort of plotline sees the party disrupting or taking advantage of a rival’s operation, then taking over that operation and risking becoming just as villainous as that rival happened to be. This can also be combined with an “Up to no good” plot where both groups of miscreants need to step carefully without alerting an outside threat. 

The lesser evil: This kind of plot sees your party sent out to deal with an antagonistic force that’s a threat not only to the boss’s plans but to everyone in general. In doing so they might end up fighting alongside some heroes, or accidentally doing good in the long run. This not only gives your party a taste of heroism, but gives them something in their back pocket that could be used to challenge the boss-villain in the future.  

The double cross: In order to get what they want, the party need to “play along” with a traditional heroic narrative long enough to get their goal and then ditch. You have them play along specifically so they can get a taste of what life would be like if they weren't bastards, as well as to make friends with the NPCs inevitably going to betray. This is to make it hurt when you have the manager yank the leash and force the party to decide between finishing the job , or risk striking out on their own and playing hero in the short term while having just made a long term enemy. This is sort of plot is best used an adventure or two into the campaign, as the party will have already committed some villainous deeds that one good act can’t blot out. 

Next, lets talk about the sort of scenarios you should be looking to avoid when writing an evil campaign:

Around the time I started playing d&d there was this trend of obtusely binary morality systems in videogames which claimed to offer choice but really only existed to let the player chose between the power fantasy of being traditionally virtuous or the power fantasy of being an edgy rebel. Early examples included:

Do you want to steal food from disaster victims? in Infamous

Do you as a space cop assault a reporter who’s being kind of annoying to you? in Mass Effect

Do you blow up an entire town of innocent people for the lols? in Fallout (no seriously check out hbomberguy’s teardowm on fallout 3’s morality system and how critics at the time ate it up)

I think these games, along with the generational backwash of 90s “edge” and 00s “grit” coloured a lot of people's expectations ( including mine) about what a "villain as protagonist" sort of narrative might look like. They're childish exaggerations, devoid of substance, made even worse by how blithely their narratives treat them.

Burn down an inn full of people is not a good quest objective for an evil party, because it forces the characters to reach cartoonish levels of villainy which dissociates them from their players. Force all the villagers into the inn so we can lock them inside and do our job uninterrupted lets the party be bad, but in a way that the players can see the reason behind it and stay synced up with their characters. The latter option also provides a great setup for when the party's actually monstrous overseer sets the inn on fire to get rid of any witnesses after the job is done. Now the party (and their players) are faced with a moral quandary, will they let themselves be accessories to a massacre or risk incurring their manager's wrath? Rather than jumping face first into cackling cruelty, these sorts of quandaries have them dance along the knife's edge between grim practicality and dangerous uncertainly; It brings the player and character closer together.

Finally, lets talk about ending the villain arc:

I don't think you can play a whole evil campaign. Both because the escalation required is narratively unsustainable, but also because the most interesting aspect of playing badguys is the breaking point. Just like heroes inevitably having doubts about whether or not they're doing the right thing, there's only so long that a group of antiheroes can go along KNOWING they're doing the wrong thing before they put their feet down and say "I'm out". I think you plan a evil campaign up until a specific "there's no coming back from this" storybeat, IE letting the Inn burn... whether or not the party allows it to happen, it's the lowest point the narrative will allow them to reach before they either fight back or allow themselves to be subsumed. If they rebel, you play out the rest of the arc dismantling the machine they helped to build, taking joy in its righteous destruction. If they keep going along, show them what they get for being cogs: inevitably betrayed, sacrificed, or used as canon fodder when the real heroes step in to do their jobs for them.

Art

[honkbird]

did some requests on bsky for a milestone, i'll do a segmented thing under the "read more" with all the prompts

what-a-burger, am i right

Horo running me over with his car

A wizard and a gnome fist fighting

Watching a goat fall down a cliff from really far away

crow pulling out a 5e dungeonmaster's guide at dnd night to your dismay

I need to learn cyberpunk red system cuz I hate myself

can we get a rendition of jersey's refried eyes?

I humbly request art of these pathfinder goobers 🙏 (congrats on 200, Honk!!)

ok check it out, a LANCER mech but going through the drive thru I'm a huge sucker for LANCER Since I see you've played Lancer from other replies, a HORUS goblin Lancer birbot

draw a cool new version of pac man :)

[alexanderwales]

Save the Cat is a snappy read, and only 8 chapters, so I'm just doing a liveblog of them unless I get bored or distracted.

Chapter one is about the pitch, the logline, the title, what you put on a poster and how you sell it. It doesn't necessarily come first, but I get the sense that for Snyder this would be his preferred way of doing it. (A logline is just the one-sentence "what is it about" that you use to sell people on the idea.)

Snyder says that writing loglines is awful, soul-crushing work, and I agree there. I'm awful at it. But Snyder also says that if you don't have a good logline, maybe there's something wrong with your movie, and that I don't agree with.

I think there's a fairly wide set of stories that have good, snappy, easy loglines, and are also good stories. But I think there are other stories that are good stories and don't have a great way to pitch them. The lack of a good pitch can exist for a lot of reasons, and sometimes it's just that it's more complex than can be summed up in a single sentence, or even a handful of sentences. I think in practice writers will often dumb down the story for the logline, lying about what's contained within, just to make sure that it will sell, that people will want to know what's inside.

One of the other main points of the chapter is that a good logline has irony to it, a twist inherent in the title, some kind of thematic tension, and I disagree with that too, maybe not from the standpoint of selling a script, but from the standpoint of storytelling.

Why does everything have to have an irony to it? Why does everything have to have a twist? Why can't we have stories that are just well-told explorations of conflict and character? It's like at some point people decided that they only wanted Distinct Pieces of Media, so if you wanted to tell a story that's been told before, something with its own unique texture, you're just shit out of luck.

I find this all the more irritating because often the twist/irony/idea/pitch is good, and then the execution is shit, and then people don't want that idea again. It's not like you can say "like that thing that flopped, but good".

Blake Snyder is trying to tell good stories, but he's also trying to sell stories, and this is a good thing for authors to know how to do. I accept this. I just don't like it.

So as a writing exercise, here are some loglines for things I've written, without the amount of care and polish and revision that a good logline needs:

Worth the Candle - A teenaged dungeonmaster gets thrust into the worlds he's created, where his recently deceased friend is a historical figure. (This is bad, not short and snappy enough.)

This Used to be About Dungeons - Five young adults team up to delve dungeons and bake pies. (I don't know man, I said I was bad at this.)

Thresholder - A man travels through portals to different worlds and genres, gathering powers and skills as he fights other people just like him.

Shadows of the Limelight - In a world where fame gives you power, a fanboy saves the life of the world's greatest hero in full view of the public.

The Dark Wizard of Donkerk - An orphan raised by two dark wizards adventures north with a wayward princess.

Millennial Scarlet - A gig-economy demon hunter grapples with the death of his mother and the plans she set up before she passed.

Alright, I found that less soul-sucking than usual, but I don't think that these are the oiled, muscular, perfectly toned and smiling loglines that are necessary to sell, just to be clear. The marketing unit of written fiction is not really the logline, though that helps, it's the blurb, and I am equally awful at writing those. I just don't agree with Blake Snyder that a blurb or logline coming poorly is a sign that you don't know the story.

[bitchesgetriches]

Asking advice here, I don't really have anyone to ask. It is money related, though.

So last year, I moved out and in with my older sibling. My parents helped, namely, my dad. He gave us 2,400 to cover the security deposit and the first month. At the time, he said it was fine, and no, we didn't need to pay him back.

Well, now he's singing a different tune.

I first got the talk from Mom about how he wanted the money back, and no, it wasn't a gift, we misunderstood. So I went and talked to dad about it and he said that yeah, he does want the money but it's not some dire thing, just he may ask for a little here or there to help them around the house, maybe for my other siblings.

My older sibling is pissed about this because this is not what we were told in the beginning, and thinks our parents can fuck off. I hate the looming prospect of being asked for money I don't have, and no clue when I'll be asked for it.

The advice I'd like is this: I definitely don't have 2,400 just lying around, and I've got no clue if or when they'll ask for money and I hate this having over my head. Should I just work on setting aside the money so should I be asked I have it or should I do like my sister and just tell my parents no?

Point for: I've actually spent most of this year paying for car troubles, so I'm used to spending 100 right out of each paycheck, and I only just finished paying everything so I could easily just switch to setting aside money for them instead.

Point against: both me and my sibling remember asking both individually and together if dad was sure we didn't have to pay him back. Both of us remember him insisting that we didn't have to. And like I said, I've been paying car troubles most of the year, I don't want to pay them.

This is why exchanging money between family members is so fraught on both sides. Because I don't think your parents are wrong to want the money paid back... but you and your sibling also aren't wrong to have taken your dad at his word in the first place.

If the real problem for you is having this debt looming over your head, sit down with your parents and sibling and work out a scheduled payment plan. It's much easier to just KNOW that you have to pay them $50/month every month, than to worry that they'll ask for a larger amount you don't have at some random date in the future.

If the problem is you can't afford to pay it back right now as you're rebuilding your emergency fund post-car repairs, then start putting $50-$100 in a HYSA (high yield savings account) every month (or every paycheck). That way it'll not only be ready and set aside for when your parents ask for it, but in the meantime it'll earn you a healthy amount of interest you can use for other goals.

Here's some more advice:

Ask the Bitches: How Do I Say “No” When a Loved One Asks for Money… Again?

A Dungeonmaster’s Guide To Defeating Debt 

Not Every Savings Account Is Created Equal 

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[epersonae]

For the Fandom asks! My dash is misbehaving so I'm having trouble seeing what you've already answered, therefore: Dealer's Choice 🫶

oooooh, Dealer's Choice

24. how has fandom positively impacted your life?

I've definitely written about this before, but I think I kind of need it for myself today, so

[edit: wow this got long, so we're adding a readmore]

I was a latecomer to fandom, for a bunch of reasons, and so I was 42 years old when I started using tumblr for fandom and started reading and writing fic. I was in a horrible marriage, work was about to go from my dream job to about as burned out as I've ever been, I hadn't written any original fiction in seven years, and not regularly for probably 15 years.

In my first year of fandom, I wrote over 132k words. I got back into therapy. I started listening to music that was new to me. I made friends who at the time were not part of my "regular" life, who I could start to open up with, and who I could support as well. Those friends helped me figure out that I needed to get out, and in one case, even helped me find a place to stay in a pinch.

Fandom gave me my life back. The creativity that I have found, the friends I've made, the insights that I've had and shared, all that is so precious to me.

The cheap easy answer is of course my beloved late spouse Ryn, mutual to lovers as it were. And like, that's not wrong. But also the friends who were there for us in the hard times and for me after they died, and the friends I've made since then who have made me feel like it was ok to share that experience and that love.

And also! My best friend @emi--rose, who I dragged from TAZ into OFMD, and happily so; my absolute ride or die. My sweetie @mxmollusca - I hope this is an ok story to tell; I have this very distinct memory of lying in the ER after I broke my leg, and them holding my hand, and looking at them and saying "photos of Stede Bonnet as moths", because that is the first post of theirs that I distinctly remember seeing. Plus, my favorite dungeonmaster @nekosd43, whose art of my late cat is about a foot and a half way from me right this minute.

Then the funny thing of having it go the other direction, @frommybookbook and I were already pretty good friends but I think adding the fandom aspect has deepened our friendship; something about encouraging each other's enthusiasm and creativity.

Which for me is a core part of all this. I was in an IRL writing group in the late 90s until 2002, and that was the last time that I was writing fiction consistently before fandom. For me, there is some of that in fandom, in fic writing in particular, a sense of mutual encouragement, of being less alone in the creative process. There's always a part where it is fairly solitary (collabs notwithstanding), but I had not realized how important the social aspect was to my creative process until I got it back.

And in writing, I found a part of myself that had been lost, and I crafted a new self in a new life (at this point, several new lives). I think I posted a while ago the realization that I'd had that I can't write dumb cracky bullshit (or porn for that matter) unless and until I find the earnestness at the core of it, and that's what all of this writing has been, finding the silliness and the earnestness in writing, and through the words and the conversations, in myself.

I was gonna end there, but that is actually not all, and I want to add one last thought, which is that I've learned a lot about community and ways of being with people, and support, and communication. Sometimes that has been awkward and painful, but ultimately it's been a huge benefit.

[love your fandom asks]

[tea-with-eleni]

This week in Barovia...

We more or less resolve the combat.

So Rahadin is, somewhat unceremoniously, Dead.

I will come up with his suitably grim last words at a later date, Debbie (our tragedy bard), no worries. Hopefully in time for next session.

Strahd, Anastraya, and the Pony are currently trapped in a bubble. They do not seem terribly concerned by this.

Ireena and the wizard are currently charmed by Strahd. This isn't affecting Ireena too much, it just means she's a bit less hostile towards Strahd than usual, but she currently has larger concerns. Like, okay, would she let Strahd bite her? Yes, if he tried... but something tells me Strahd would be Less Than Amused if he tried.

Anyway.

The slightly larger problem might be that our wizard is also charmed and he, hm, had a bit of a major crush on Strahd anyway. Does Strahd know this? Yes. Is Strahd going to be Strahd about it? YES. Is the wizard apparently enjoying this particular power dynamic, maybe a little too much? ...enough that several party members are slightly concerned, yeah. How much of that is the charm? ......only his player knows, I suppose.

Volenta got dropped to 0 last session, which means she involuntarily went to and was trapped as mist. Fortunately, the cleric figured out one of his spells could technically affect her, so she unlives to re-die another day.

(The bard did attempt to hoover her mist form into his bagpipes so they could transport her back to Castle Ravenloft.)

(It did not work.)

(It nearly worked. But a plan that insane has a very high DC.)

(Sorry, guys, but holy shit you got close to the DC I had in mind, which was 25.)

Ireena has definitely noticed the multiple drawbacks of "we have vampires as allies" and has definitely also been plotting "what the fuck can I do about this" for a few in-game weeks now. She has some Ideas, although she's not entirely sure she can convince the ladies to just go along with them. She's definitely wondering if they could have revivified a final-death'ed Volenta.

The fighter is furious we didn't stick around to try to kill Strahd and Anastraya, but honestly Strahd was being WAY too smug a snake. He's still connected to the land, after all, and he didn't actually take any damage the entire fight.

Anyway. Onward to re-consecrate the fanes, I suppose.

...it's probably worth noting that I've concluded the Rozana (ladies of the Fanes of Barovia) are likely long-distorted variations on Seldarine goddesses. Specifically,

The Seer - Sehanine Moonbow, one of the goddesses that comprises the triune goddess Angarradh, wife of Corellon Larethian. Domain is prophecy, dreams, the moon.

The Hunter - Aerdrie Faenya, another goddess that comprises Angarradh, syncretized with the interloper goddess, the Raven Queen. Goddess of death, air, freedom, and birds.

The Weaver - This is the funky one. Logic would dictate, based on Angarradh, that this would be Hanali Celanil, but the domains really don't match. Hanali Celanil is a goddess of love and beauty, although she also has a moon connection. The Weaver lines up much more neatly with Corellon's first wife, Araushnee, goddess (originally) of artisans and fate with a definite weaving/spider connection. Which also tells us that the Rozana are really really old and the dusk elves are really really isolated. I have to wonder if they weren't an offshoot of Araushnee's favored dark elves that somehow never heard about her betrayal. Perhaps the dusk elves were simply so isolated that the fall of the drow and betrayal of Lolth and formation of the dark Seldarine missed them completely.

Which also gives us a very curious question: if the Rozana are good (unknown/unknowable but seems possible) and if the Rozana still exist... what does that mean?

do they have power that could be harnessed? if so...how?

[butterfullbread]

Hi there! I am a DnD dungeonmaster who made the totally sane decision to create an entire fictional world, instead of, you know, reading a book. What this means is that I’m creating a new fantasy world built on a unique set of rules, including a new interpretation on gods, demigods and all things divine!

So if you follow me, expect maps, selfmade wikipedia snippets and insane ramblings! Do feel free to engage me in questions, discussions or shouting matches, I love them all!

[envihellbender]

The Dungeonmaster!Eddie meeting Vecna

Rating: Mature themes (horror)

Fandom: Stranger Things x Dead by Daylight

Characters: Eddie Munson, Vecna

Content: Killer!Eddie, questioning reality, philosophical I guess

Summary: Eddie had been avoiding Vecna, until he was forced to face him.

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Eddie had first seen Vecna a week before they finally spoke. At first he didn’t believe it was him at all. He had a great deal of experience working with him in campaigns but he had always imagined and described him differently. He tended to focus on the otherworldly aspect not the skeletal corpse element, and he was far taller than expected. Plus, he never took into account how oppressive his presence was, his descriptions truly paled in comparison. He had been avoiding being alone with the dark wizard the entire time, or even near him at all. He’d been keeping his distance for so long that when he left the trial to discover him reading awaiting to go to one of his own he was taken aback. He stumbled a little, his hands becoming fists and twitching up and down.

“Dungeon Master,” Vecna croaked with a smug laugh when he saw Eddie. “What a title.”

“You- Lord Vecna,” he responded, his voice a mumble as he was unsure of what else he could say.

“To think, the one who tells the tales of the heroes is here alongside me.” Unexpectedly, judging by Vecna’s body language - bowing his head and his relaxed shoulders - he seemed to hold some reverence towards Eddie. The Dungeon Master had no idea how to respond to that, he was fixating on the implications more than anything else. He didn’t want this to be anything more than a coma dream, and if it was then he was a benevolent Dungeon Master. He was crafting stories, he wasn’t evil… But if here he was on the same side as Vecna, the Dark Wizard, the Lich then that complicated things.

“I- You’re not real. You’re something my brains made up, that’s all,” Eddie eventually spluttered, more for himself than anything else. Vecna didn’t cackle, like Eddie expected, instead he looked at him curiously.

“Am I truly the most unbelievable thing here, Dungeon Master?” He asked.

“I- I suppose not.” Eddie had to admit that, he was here with aliens, robots, urban legends… Vecna being a real thing was not actually that surprising. If this wasn’t a coma dream, which Eddie was not completely convinced of.

“You seem troubled.” Upon hearing Vecna, the Lich, the dark wizard, evil incarnate, show concern for Eddie, he let out a humourless laugh. If Vecna was concerned for him, then seems he was the bad guy after all.

“I don’t- don’t kill them for it,” Eddie said suddenly, trying to convince someone to something. “The Entity. I roll the dice. And they- I let fate decide. I just tell the story.”

“Hm. Is that right.” When Vecna said this he didn’t look like he believed Eddie, but he also didn’t look like he thought otherwise. Vecna was infuriatingly stoic.

“I’ve written stories with you in them,” Eddie said staring at his feet, the tic in his ankles causing them to crack. “As a game. For a campaign. You were the villain. Feels strange now.”

“Did they kill me?” The question caused Eddie’s neck to snap up, he wasn’t expecting interest nor was he anticipating Vecna asking if they killed him like if he was asking for the results of a football game.

“I- Huh?” Was all Eddie could respond with, feeling like a foolish child.

“The heroes in the stories, did they kill me?” Vecna spoke so respectfully, more so than actual humans Eddie had known, that he started to question … A lot. Everything even. Plus, did Vecna realise how powerful he was?

“No. Of course not. You’re too strong. They couldn’t attack you directly,” Eddie answered, his thick, black eyebrows were furrowed. It was making his temples hurt thinking about this, and he felt like his mind was being blown open into a thousand bits of brain matter trying to think of the implications.

“Do you not control the story?”

“I setup the map, and they decide where they want to go.”

“Hm. Is that how the trials work?”

“Yeah. It- it’s not like they’re real people. They’re elves, orcs, gnomes-”

“Curious. I consider all of those real,” Vecna interrupted. Eddie was thrown by this, he hadn’t even considered that.

“I- Oh. Yeah, I suppose-”

“And they are usually human with one or two elves.” Vecna pointed this out like they were on a debate team in high school, Eddie did not feel equipped for this conversation and he was baffled as to why Vecna thought he was.

“Well, maybe it’s different for each of us.” Eddie found himself responding as if he was waiting for some validation, which made his stomach twist in confusion.

“Perhaps,” Vecna began sagely as if Eddie had said something wise rather than what he thought was scrambling of something to say. “Personally, Dungeon Master, I wish to understand the Entity, control it and force it to submit to me. Is that not what you are doing in each trial?”

“I don’t choose what people do. The dice choose,” Eddie said this a final certainty. Even if he wasn’t clear on anything else, the dice he knew. Vecna stared at him as if he was piercing through his skull into his brain for a moment before replying.

“It makes you feel better to see it that way, does it not?”

“I… Suppose so.”

“It is curious how the Entity manifests for you, for each of us. Do you truly trust it with your mind?” Vecna asked and Eddie was thrown again, because it wasn’t something he had even considered.

“I- I don’t have much choice.” Eddie stared into the distance thoughtfully, his brows furrowed and a frown spreading across his face.

“But if you were given one? If you could serve someone else. Would you?” Vecna was starting to probe a little deeper than Eddie was comfortable with. He squirmed as his jaw ticced from left to right.

“Would they make me kill people?” Eddie asked with a forced laugh at the end.

“It would depend on the situation.”

“I- well- I don’t know. Would they let me go?”

“Perhaps I could be persuaded.”

“Then… I need to think,” Eddie ended simply. He turned away, trying to ignore the tightening in his chest. He tried not to run from Vecna, he forced his pace to remain slow and steady, he was done running even when what was in front of, or behind, him terrified him.

[bobateaboo]

OK hold on I've been seized by the TADC brainrot and it's all of your problems now, i'm obligated to think of a post-apocalyptic au setting gone sideways

Introducing; The Amazing Digital Dungeon

ok so like. i was thinking, a dungeons and dragons au but that's not ✨ extra ✨ enough so hear me out

PREMISE; Starting in the environment of a school, things have gone... weird. Through a series of "natural" disasters, the 7 of them are the only ones left alive in the school, holed up in the last safe hallway. For the most part they're trying to keep (sane) occupied with a game of DnD since it's not safe to leave; the outside world has warped into an alien hellscape they're not sure they could survive. Their food supplies are going to run out eventually, though...

CAINE (9); the youngest out of everyone. the game was his idea, of course, and he's VERY insistent everyone else play. Like, will hunt them down if they wander off to the limited places of privacy they have. They were all expecting him to take the end of the world a bit harder; in a weird way, he seems more suited to the way things are now than before. He's a very effective dungeonmaster, though, you can almost lose yourself in the story enough to forget you've lost everything you love.

RAGATHA (14); Other than Caine, she and Jax are tied for the most into the game but in VERY different directions. She's constantly at her wits end trying not to blow up at Jax for making the story so difficult. She's got it in her head that she has to take care of all the younger kids (i.e everyone except Zooble), but he's really running down to her last nerve.

JAX (11); absolute murder hobo. Have you ever tried to run a game with a player that's determined to ruin everything? it gets difficult. Caine can keep up with it fine, of course, but the other kids are having a bit more trouble. Of course, Caine is also the only one who's seemingly immune to Jax's bullying, so I imagine that helps

GANGLE (13); a refugee from the theater club. Not that she could ever speak up enough to get a leading role. She does try to participate, she really does, but with the end of the world came the end of her anxiety meds and, well... stuff was already scary enough as is. She has some good quality bonding with Zooble over mental health issues

ZOOBLE (15); not really all that into the game, as per usual. they're not jazzed about their character's stats or backstory, either - they weren't into it enough to make a character sheet so Caine made it for them entirely and it shows. bright colors? cool! confusing shapes? awesome! their character 100% has a long and convoluted backstory they never acknowledge or use (which ofc makes them all too aware of the dysphoria they already have). They're taking the whole thing really hard.

KINGER; the only a surviving adult in their little safe haven, I imagine he was a computer science teacher at the school they went to. He's trying Really Fucking Hard to keep the kids all enriched and away from each others throats, while trying really hard not to think about what must've happened to his wife when the world went sideways. He's generally goofy and supportive and doing what he can to keep the kids' minds off things.

POMNI (11); the second youngest, being about 9 months younger than Jax. They honestly didn't think she was alive at first; she'd shut herself in the lunchroom supply closet thinking she was the only one left. Caine managed to get the PA system up and running to let any other survivors in the school know where to find them, and so she managed a short trip across some of the dangerous areas with a bag of extra food to meet everyone. it was a close shot, though - they managed to find her a crutch, but the supplies in the nurses office aren't exactly enough to guide this crew to reset a broken leg

and yes, Pomni is the only one that made it to the group. they're not sure if there were no other survivors to begin with, if they were too scared to make the trip, or if they just didn't survive the way there

[balanceoflightanddark]

I had a fun idea, an ATLA and DnD crossover where Azula becomes an adopted gremlin child of a DnD party

I'm just going to go ahead and combine these two asks into one since they touch on the same subject.

I just want to emphasize before we begin that I have very little knowledge in the ways of Dungeons and Dragons. Don't get me wrong, I am familiar with some of the works derived from the game. I've watched Honor Among Thieves in theaters, I've seen a few play sessions online, I've read the At The Spine of the World comic set in Icewind Dale (shakes fist at Runa for being a huge, fur-wearing, female barbarian), and I have watched a few parody videos on YouTube (the old "I attack the Darkness short, the 4th edition vids where the presenters always gets killed and/or eaten, the exploits of Fargrim the Great). That being said, I've never actually played a session (I played by myself, but that's not a proper D&D experience) and I'm not familiar with every rule/monster/setting ever put out. At least not to the same extent as some other series.

So if I get something wrong with this, somebody feel free to let me know.

I do know that one of the appeals of D&D is that dungeonmasters and players are encouraged to get pretty creative with the setting. You can either play in an established setting, or just set off on your own setting from what I've heard. Really, the various monsters, gods, and races are there as pieces for you to play around with. So you can do a lot with an ATLA/D&D crossover.

As how I'd write one, I'd perhaps go for a multiverse shenanigans where the Gaang ends up in one of the settings that plays around with that sort of thing. You really don't have to work all that hard to make them a typical D&D party, so the fun would be seeing their reactions to all the various races and some of the shenanigans they might run into whilst dungeon crawling or encountering various monsters. You couldn't convince me otherwise that Aang wouldn't try to befriend every single monster they came across (ESPECIALLY the Owlbears).

I wager Zuko doesn't make it past the first room of the Tomb of Horrors.

It's here where I wouldn't adhere the various races to the morality alignment chart. You know how there are certain races that adhere to a single morality like Always Chaotic Evil or Always Lawful Good? I'd try to avoid that here, or at least give some explanation as to why they are like that instead of "born that way". ATLA does have "nobody is born evil" as one of the core themes, so I figure that would be a good fit here.

As for Azula being adopted by a party, I could see her being weirded out by the various different races. Made even make some snide racist remarks because...well the Fire Nation WAS an imperialistic racist society after all. Though once she actually spends time with them and sees they're NOT some barbarious monsters, she could warm up to them. And if we're going to have a plot involving Azula, I would have to have it involve Chromatic Dragons somehow. First off, they're dragons which Azula is associated with. Second, they're the "evil" dragons compared to the "good" Metallic Dragons. Like how Azula is the "evil" blue dragon to Zuko's "good" red dragon. I'd like to explore the morality of the Chromatics (what makes them evil and the potential for good) and see how that relates to Azula.

All in all, there would be a few things I'd like to explore with a D&D crossover. But, I'd need to do a bit more research since I'd like to know what I'm dealing with first before taking the plunge. Thanks for asking either way.

[dailyadventureprompts]

Heavy Topics: A Child's Vision of Evil

One of the first big “aha!” moments in my journey to retrofit d&d’s laughably bad lore was the realization that the way the game treated evil didn’t make much sense.  As a dungeonmaster I was asked to create dramatic stakes for my players but the out-of-the-box antagonists supplied to me were as laughably one note as the pollution loving villains in Captain Planet. Who would ever worship the demon god of killing everything that lives? Of torturing you for all eternity? Of being unpleasantly covered in slime? 

None of it really made sense until I started to understand the world and recent history through a political lens, at which point several things became clear: 

Despite how large a bogyman it played in the satan scare of the late 80s, the people who laid the foundations for the lore of d&d came from a background of conservative american christianity, and baked a lot of that ethos into the game. 

The conservative christian imagination can only see things in black and white. People who disagree with them can’t just have a different opinion, even if that opinion is objectively good, they need to be wilfully evil . In fact they must be trying as hard to be evil as the christian is trying to be good, because they’re a backwards person, a monster, a demon. 

This idea of the “Backwards Person” is the exact process that gave rise to the bloodlibel, to the witchpanics, to the redscare, and yes, the 80s fear that satanists lurk around every corner sacrificing babies and putting poison in candy because they love evil that much.  It’s the same thought that’s given rise to Q-anon and the groomer panic. “People who disagree with just can’t just have a different opinion, they must be demons.”

D&D’s classic enemies are similarly all “backwards people”, hardwired to do evil so that players always have an excuse to kill them.  While on the surface it seems harmless or even childish it leads to the default d&d world being one where peace is impossible and genocidal violence is the only correct answer.  

We can do better in our writing than a bunch of shut-ins who wanted nothing more than to play cowboys and indians while ripping off Tolkien. Whether you want to write a sweeping epic or a mindless dungeon crawler, there’s a way to reconfigure d&d lore. 

Join me below the cut for a discussion of different ways to use evil in your games.

Children cannot control their emotions nor their fear, they lack the life experience necessary to contextualize things beyond a surface level reading. If you ask a child to "imagine something bad" they're going to take something that scared them, something gross or unpleasant or threatening and imagine it blown up to cartoonish proportion. Tolkien got bit by a spider as a kid and the entire fantasy genre has never lived it down.

D&D is weird because it keeps these childish ideas about evil and drags them forward into an adult context. Those three demon gods I mentioned in the intro make a sort of sense when you realize they're fears of dying, pain, and uncleanliness made manifest. That said most of us having outgrown our childish simplicity understand that those things are neutral, Spiders might personally gross you out but we all understand that doesn't make them bad on a spiritual level. In the base d&d lore however that personal distaste is ALWAYS true: Evilness is synonymous with ugliness and monstrousness, drawing a thick crayon line between the good people and the bad things.

That's where we get our particular flavor of backwards people, because one of those fundamental (pun intended) fears d&d inherited from it's creators was xenophobia, fear of the strange, but also fear of the stranger. When the white, suburban, middle class, christian creators of d&d imagined the other they took all the bad things they had been told in their youth about people who were not them and made them into monsters: That's why the default thinking enemies of d&d are tribal primitives who squat in the ruins of greater civilizations worshipping demons while coveting the beauty and wealth of cultured people. It sounds hyperbolic, but there's a one for one parallel between between the weird sexual anxieties conservatives have about black men and orcs raiding human lands to kidnap women as breeding stock. Same fears about emasculation and race mixing and ethnic replacement, only d&d gives the good ol' boys a narrative vehicle where they can revenge themselves upon their imagined foe.

Most modern d&d is not like this, and I chalk that up to the demographic shift that's happened both because of time passing and the influx of new voices that came along with the 5e renaissance. We're all media literate enough to avoid the obvious racial pantomime... except in cases like the Hardozee when the devs port something almost word for word from an older edition and we get a thanksgiving uncle/facebook aunt screed about how the silly monkey people are really SO happy to work for the refined and civilized and white elves.

What's left behind however is that pervasive childlike worldview: Where perfectly natural things that creep us out (like rot) or frighten us (like pregnancy) are made universally villainous regardless of any themes that are going on in that specific story. Ask yourself why the creators of a piece of media made their badguys look and act like they did, rather than just accepting that it's that way because "the lore says so".

Anyway, that's my rant over, and I promised you guys some different versions of how to use Evil:

Classic demons or lovecraftian horrors make for good bossfights but are thin on character, one of the basic building blocks of story. To remedy this, pair your unremitting force of darkness and destruction with a troubled and nuanced mortal agent, someone who is trying their general best but has been forced down this low road by circumstances beyond their control. This gives your roleplaying focused players something to play off against while your combat focused ones battle a building sized monstrosity. Raw evil isn't interesting, it becomes interesting when we see what it makes morally grey people, even good people, do in reaction to it.

Extremity is one of the best ways to turn normal people into villains, a looming disaster or recent crisis that's putting the pressure on everyone and preventing anyone from thinking beyond protecting themselves and their own. Beyond the people acting rashly, you're also going to have a legion of opportunists offering to fix the problem as your higher rank of antagonists to overcome.

Similarly, if you're going to have your villain backed up by legions of faceless mooks you're going to need a reason for their loyalty. Your villain is offering them something worth dying for, which gives your heroes an alternate win condition for overcoming their numbers beyond genocide.

If you're willing to take a step into a more fanciful, cartoony universe, feel free to play with the idea of good and evil as arbitrary teams: It's the badguy's job to cause chaos and it's the goodguy's job to stop em, they're all working professionals and the dungeon is the workplace comedy. This is fun, but then lets you escalate the tension when someone doesn't play by the rules. What happens when a zealot starts executing evildoers who'd already surrendered? what happens when the villain summons something that is more interested in devastation than wacky hijinx?

Think of morality like a punnett square: There's the party, and then there's the villain who wants the opposite of what they want. THEN there's the villain who wants what the party wants, and the ally who wants the opposite of party wants. Suddenly rather than a simple binary, the party is forced to balance the interest of varying groups as well as their better judgment. This can be made even MORE complex by creating different categories of "what the party wants", which is generally how you get complex political dramas like game of thrones.