#and will start dming people back shortly

[irresistiibles]

hopping on this early so i have time to queue everything before the event starts. under the cut is an event 14 starter call! please reply with who you want the starter from and for and i’ll have it ready for the event!

**important note: i’m not going to cap this in any way, however i will be prioritizing the first four starters requested by people to make sure i can write with everyone. you’re welcome to request more than four, however after the first four i will focus on the other starters i need to do before coming back to other requests. i have a fairly free week and will hopefully be able to do everything requested, but if i wind up busy those would be the ones that wind up getting dropped

find my plotting call here

amber (1/?) - lumine

asami sato (2/?) - zuko, kiara carrera

binx choppley (1/?) -  vex'ahlia de rolo

blue sargent (2/?) - silco, rue

chihiro ogino (1/?) - sophie hatter

ciel phantomhive (1/?) - lizzie midford

coraline jones (1/?) - mabel pines

edward elric (1/?) - winry rockbell

entrapta (3/?) - misa amane, catra,  faye chamberlain

esther mckinnon (3/?) - cleo mckinnon, fred weasley, rikki chadwick

glinda upland (2/?) - elphaba thropp,  aerith gainsborough

jin ling (2/?) - wei wuxian, jin guangyao

kyoshi (1/?) -dani powell

lily evans (3/?) - rubeus hagrid, ted tonks, peggy carter

luo qingyang (mianmian) (3/?) - wei wuxian, jin zixuan, wen qing

nie huaisang (1/?) - nie mingjue

rita skeeter (3/?) - marlene mckinnon, rabastan lestrange, emmeline vance

scaramouche (1/?) - childe

shang qinghua (1/?) - sha hualing

shi qingxuan (2/?) - lee jordan, ikaris

toph beifong (3/?) - aang, katara, iroh

victor nikiforov (1/?) - yuri plisetsky

zagreus (1/?) - thanatos

zhongli (2/?) -  auden west, venti

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

am I the asshole for backing out of dm-ing for a campaign?

🤖⚡ <- so I can find it later

characters in story (fake names)

me (17m)

cory (19x)

sara (19f)

gray (21x)

I was recently invited to a DND campaign by some people I'm friends/acquaintances with on discord.

For some context, this campaign would be mostly played by first-timers, had a little under ten people, and was mostly comprised of adults. It's a cyberpunk universe extremely different from the standard dnd story, with expansive lore and worldbuilding.

Cory, a friend-of-a-friend suggested I join as I'm a creative and they were interested in seeing me participate. Shortly after I joined they expressed a want for a DM, which I offered to be. I've DM'ed twice before, but only for small groups with standard stories. I assumed that's what this would be, then I was pinged with around 10 multi page google docs, reddit posts, etc. And then around five more people joined.

I invited my friend Gray who has more experience in DND than anyone there, and they joined. Gray doesn't know the group besides Sara briefly, but was happy to participate since they liked the plot synopsis I sent them.

Gray was routinely ignored by everyone except me whenever they talked, and were often railroaded by Cory during character creation anytime they were given the time of day.

I messaged Gray apologizing for it after it happened twice, explained I wasn't close with most of them, etc. Gray was sympathetic and agreed to stay since they had faith in me DMing and the story.

Today I woke up to multiple cases of Gray being ignored. In another server I told Gray I was unsure of my DMing skills, which they understood and suggested I drop out if needbe. I agreed with this. I planned to do it in a day or two,

But this evening I was pinged by Cory suggesting we start the campaign in a week, which is something I absolutely cannot do.

I put my foot down and explained that as a junior in highschool I don't have the time or energy to read thousands of words, write a plot for a couple sessions, and organize the maps for the sessions. I apologized for promising to DM, then dropping out.

Cory was understanding, but Sara, a close friend who knows me a lot more, began saying things like "We need to find someone to DM or all hope is lost" (I am paraphrasing) which caught me off guard. I asked if I could still remain in the server since I really enjoyed the plot and Cory said "If people are okay with it."

I'm honestly pretty hurt by that. To think these people were only going to allow my company if I managed the entire thing is pretty hurtful, but then again I did volunteer. The entire campaign was Cory's idea, so I'm still pretty taken aback they were expecting someone else to DM period. Gray has suggested they and I do a campaign independently which I'd love, but I still feel like I failed Gray and Sara by not delivering the dungeon master I promised.

TLDR, I offered to DM for a group I'm not very close with before realizing it was more than I could handle, and dropped out without much notice.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[lmk-oc-competition]

FAQs

Hello! Got a question? New to this blog and want to learn more about it? Well this is the place for that!

What is the LMK OC Competition?

The LMK OC Competition is a bracket style poll tournament where you can sign up to compete against other people's OCs and learn more about them as we go!

What are the rules?

Rules can be found right here!

Who's running the competition?

My name's Ghost! I use they/them pronouns, I am a minor, and you can find my own blog @the-gay-ghost-king :)

Additionally, while they don't exactly help me run this blog by any means, @sun4ndmo0n is unofficially officially in charge of our art. The icon, that one promo post, all the art was made by him.

I'm in the pacific timezone btw. If I don't answer anything for a while, I'm likely asleep or in school.

When will the competition start?

The competition will start shortly after all slots have been filled and the bracket has been posted. The faster we get the slots filled, the faster we can start the comp!

You can help by reblogging and sharing this competition with others! Know someone who has a LMK OC and would possibly be interested in competing? Tell them about this competition!!

Sounds fun! Where/How do I sign up?

You can sign up here on the Google form! (The form is also pinned on this blog!)

People are accepted on a first-come first-serve basis. So as long as there are still slots open and you're not a proshipper, transphobe, etc. then you will be accepted in!

EDIT: Submissions are now closed.

What is propaganda?

Propaganda is pretty much a way to encourage others to vote for your OC or another person's OC through creating art, writing stories, just talking about them, really just about anything as long as it fits within the rules! Propaganda can also encourage interaction with others, like by drawing your OC with another's. Again, make sure your propaganda resides within the rules!

Be sure to @ this blog when you post your propaganda so I can reblog it! You can even reblog old things you've made for your OC and @ me and I'll count it as propaganda if you'd like!

What if I want to change my photo or update the description?

If you need something changed, you can either DM me or change it yourself. The google form is currently set so that you can go back and edit your submissions if needed.

However, after all slots are filled, I will be closing the forms. After that, the only way to update information is by DMing me. Don't worry, I'll be happy to help you wherever I can!

Will you ever do another competition?

Yes! If this one goes well, I'd be happy to do another one in the future!

I have a question that wasn't answered

You can either check the #asks tag in case your question has already been answered there or you send me an Ask!

[rhapsodyred-writes]

What DND classes would your Rent-Free's choose if they were to start a game together? How funny would them playing a tabletop RPG together be?

Sans - DM Red - Barbarian Violet - Druid Nyx -Rogue Ash - Cleric Nightmare - Warlock Fresh - Bard

Only chaos lives here now. (whoops my hand slipped)

“for the last time, it’s a reinforced steel door.” The sighs behind the DM’s screen were the only indication of Sans’s thoughts on the matter.

“no kinda reinforced steel is any match for me!” Red was all bravado.

“alright, roll to break down the door.”

The sound of a rolling die was immediately followed by silence.

“red, what’d you roll?” Sans asked, already smirking behind his screen.

“i don’t wanna talk about it.”

Chuckles broke out around the table and Sans peeked over his screen to see Red’s die displaying a proud 2.

“hmm, with your +2 strength modifier that’s a 4, so…” He trailed off teasingly and watched as Red’s eyelights flared before he settled back down in his seat.

“i don’t break the door.”

“you sure don’t.”

More laughter spread around the table as Red’s face turned, well, red.

“an impenetrable door, huh?” Nyx leaned back in his seat, looking awfully smug.

“yeah i’d like to see you break it down.” Red growled.

“oh no, this is a job for finesse.”

“guys seriously, this is a locked door.” Sans was beginning to sound tired behind his DM screen.

“yeah, and i have a lock picking set,” Nyx replied, leaning forward.

Sans sighed deeply and leaned his skull against one hand. “alright, roll to lock pick.”

The sound of a rolling die was followed by…

“are you funking kidding me?” Red sounded both surprised and outraged, but he was barely heard over the sounds of Nyx’s triumphant cackling.

“yes! nat 20!” Nyx slammed his hands down on the table, jostling everyone else's dice.

“i’m never dming a game for you guys again.”

–

“so you’re gonna need to ask the barkeep-”

“i wanna seduce them.”

“nyx, i swear to-”

“come on, it’s my stars-given right!”

Sans sighed, deep and long-suffering. 

“fine, role persuasion.”

The sound of a rolling die was followed shortly by-

“FUNK!”

Which was then followed by assorted laughter.

–

“before you stands a dire wolf.” 

“i cast animal friendship.” Violet didn’t hesitate a second before making his intentions clear.

“you-” Sans cut himself off. “alright, you’ve befriended the dire wolf. what now?”

Vi shrugged. “i just wanted to pet it.”

A snorted laugh was quickly covered up - so quickly that it was hard to tell who it was. Whoever it was though, knew well enough not to poke too much fun.

Red, however, was never prone to subtlety.

“and if any of you funkers hurts it, i’ll turn that back on ya!” He glowered evenly around the table, at five people who most likely had no intentions of hurting Vi’s temporary pet wolf.

“Bro, unrad.” Fresh was the only one who spoke. “Ain’t any of us gonna mess with his dog, no need for threats, yo.”

“red relax.” Vi sighed, rolling his eye. “fresh is right, we’re all on the same side here. and even if someone did want to hurt it, it’s a fictional wolf, it's not real.”

–

It was nearing the stage in a session when Red usually became belligerent and fighty, and by the looks on the faces around the table, no one really wanted to deal with it.

“i’m just sayin’ it’s a dumb rule, ok?!”

“no one’s fighting you on that, you don’t have to yell.” Ash’s voice was quiet, but his tone was tense. “you don’t like the rules, get creative.”

“yeah,” Nyx piped up. “i once heard of someone who used a summon water spell inside an enemy to basically blow them up."

It didn’t seem like Red was listening, and his chair was beginning to creak in his grasp.

“ok, if you can’t calm down, i’m gonna ask you to step away.” Sans didn’t want to issue these kinds of warnings, but with Red and his temper, it had become somewhat of a necessary measure.

“what?!” As usual, Red didn’t take it well.

“Broski chill, it’s just a game, yo!” 

Instead of having the calming effect he’d intended, Fresh’s words seemed to make Red burn even hotter, but he didn’t have a chance to interrupt.

“Besides, last I checked, I can put ya ta sleep in game. All I gotta do is say da word.” His grin had turned devilish at some point, and without realizing it, Red gave an inch. Fresh took a mile. “If ya can’t settle down, I could take ya outta da game, real easy-like.”

“wait, no, you can’t do that!” 

“Can’t I? Look around, broski - no one here wants ta deal with ya whinin’ anymore. If ya think one of ya teammates’d wake ya after da kinda behaviour ya showin’, ya gonna be real disappointed.”

Red glanced around at the others around the table. Vi was wincing, fidgeting with his hands in a way Red knew meant he was trying to keep from touching at his head injury.

“alright fine.” He deflated and sat back in his seat. “i’m not happy about it though.”

It was then that he noticed a flash of purple slip back behind Fresh’s shades as Fresh settled back into his own chair, every trace of a threat now gone from his demeanour.

“A’ight, so we good?”

Red nodded. Fresh grinned.

“See how nice it is when we all get along?”

Terrifying.

–

“I don’t suppose you could heal me properly?”

“nightmare, all due respect - shut the funk up.”

–

“ok,” Sans started, holding back a laugh. He’d never expected to have to ask this. “does anyone want to trade dice with ash?”

Nyx and Red broke into snickers that had the atmosphere in the room take a worryingly electrified turn.

“don’t say that like it’s my fault my dice are mutinying.” Ash grumbled, glaring at the die that had just barely healed Nightmare from the last battle. This wasn’t the first time any of his dice had screwed him though. The one he used to roll for healing was consistently giving him low rolls, often just enough to do some minor healing, and that was after adding the modifier.

“Might I suggest getting a new set of dice?” Nightmare asked.

Ash grumbled a few unintelligible swears. The only indication that they were swears at all was the unholy quacking sound that censored them.

“here.” Sans leaned over his screen and deposited a few replacement dice in front of Ash. “stars know this party needs a cleric who can heal.”

–

“i don’t funkin’ believe this.”

“Is something the matter?”

“well, not “the matter” per se, it’s more like-”

“how’re you acin’ all your damn rolls?!”

Nightmare glanced up to where Red was leaning over the table, glaring at his dice as though they’d somehow offended him. To Nightmare’s right, Ash was silently simmering, too proud to use the dice that Sans had supplied, and past Ash Sans was smiling somewhat apologetically. 

“it’s not bad, just…weird.” Sans said, his expression turning sheepish. “it’s, uh, a little uncanny actually.”

“i can’t even pass a seduction check, and he’s funking carrying this party single-handedly! sorry fresh.” 

Fresh accepted Nyx’s apology with a nod.

At last Ash spoke up.

“trade dice with me.”

[justcaytlin]

Oh yeah, one good thing about moving back to Tumblr is I can chronicle my FFXIV D&D group much easier!

I'm DMing a campaign where I run my friends through the ARR story (and eventually the rest of MSQ, but one bite at a time, eh?) and we've just started.

Prior to the campaign, I put together a 123-page PDF player's guide for them, as they are unfamiliar with Final Fantasy in general and also to convert lore into D&D mechanics. Rather than taking the homebrew route of creating all the jobs/classes from whole cloth, we converted existing D&D classes into FFXIV flavor.

The PDF also contains custom backgrounds, "This Is Your Life" from Xanathar's Guide but Eorzea-ized, and of course races (tweaked from someone else's homebrew, which is linked in the document).

Of course the PDF is already out of date because that's how these things go, but it's still, like, 99% good.

June was a feverish month of creation LOL

Anyway, here's our intrepid party:

Maeda Matsu (Matsu is her given name) is our Au Ra White Mage (Druid of Stars 2/Cleric of Life X, a Hydaelyn cleric). Barry Spalding (Barius) is our Garlean Gunbreaker (Artificer Armorer). And Sayonji Himemiya is our Red Mage (Wizard Bladesinger).

The First Rising

The first two sessions, I wanted to introduce them to the setting, its characters, its story, etc, and also help them kind of get a feel for their party dynamic. So I set it during the very first annual Rising Festival after the Calamity. For funsies, I decided it would be held at the Gold Saucer, because of course Godbert would hold the first Rising Festival in an attempt to reunify people and bring joy to those who were hurting.

I played the ARR trailer video up until the end of the Calamity, narrating over it and what was happening so they could get the emotional enormity of what had happened.

Then I spent time with each character, doing some story RP with them that explained their normal circumstances and how they got to the festival. Matsu's flighty, flaky mom wanted to take her to the cool new festival. Matsu's a Sharlayan Scholar, and Krile is her mentor, so I had Krile give her a Twilight Sparkle-esque assignment: go have fun and make some friends.

Barry was tagging along to his brother's friend's bachelor party, which was a dumbass stunt of "tee hee let's sneak into savage Eorzea in disguise and have our party at their casino!" They basically brought Barry along because he's sorta always the hanger-on, and his brother Nero thought it would be hilarious to get his baby brother drunk as a skunk in Eorzea. Shortly after arriving, they basically abandoned him to go have fun themselves.

Sayonji is a neglected lil baby whose mother was one of the Company of Heroes, but vanished when he was a child. His father then vanished with the other Warriors of Light during the Calamity. He puts on airs of arrogance and being full of himself to hide his hurt. A traveling bard, Temur Himemiya, came to his town of Summerford to talk about the Rising Festival. Sayonji fell *instantly* in love (hence, taking on the bard's last name) and declared right then and there he'd be an adventurer too. He went to the festival riding high on being ~in love~.

He was 15.

How It Went

They met and had a blast doing a bunch of party games. They competed against Yda and Papalymo in the obstacle course up Mount Corel, doing the limit break mechanic to launch Sayonji to the finish line.

They had an astrologian read their fortunes using the Tarokka deck (especially since my husband had already coded up a really cool tarokka reading table). Barry is 100% sure it's fluff and nonsense because lol being in the middle of a corrupt regime??? what lol??? He's a soft baby boy.

Sayonji started to cotton on that Barry might be a Garlean. Most especially because he was weirdly neurotic about keeping his dumb pirate bandanna on over his forehead.

They made contact with a pair of extremely arrogant 11 year old Sharlayan twins whom Matsu had seen around the Studium.

Suddenly, a *tower of light* appeared in Event Square and Godbert made a big show of it, like, OH NO, HEROES, WHAT DO WE DOOOOO, GATHER IN PARTIES OF NO MORE OR LESS THAN FIVE PEOPLE PLEASE THANK YOU

They nabbed Alphinaud and Alisaie as their fourth and fifth (the twins had been arguing with Godbert that they should be allowed to run the tower on their own because they were PRODIGIES) and entered.

The whole tower was an exercise in getting to know your party:

A philosophical discussion with a couple of moogles about what to do if you find a Garlean baby in a camp after you've killed all the soldiers. (Party was solidly in the Don't Kill the Baby camp) The only goal here was to come to a party consensus.

A room where a freaky candy was created to represent each person's deepest fears. You had to eat someone else's candy and be in their shoes for a little Echo scene. Note, they had to attune to a crystal, and Barry could not. He was trying and panicking, and Godbert basically was like "Oh oops it must be on the fritz :D" and had it generate an appropriate chocolate. Matsu learned that Barry is a Garlean, and both Matsu and Sayonji came to the conclusion that he is a soft sweet boy and not a spy, and also he has a shitty family.

A room where you had to speak out loud your worst flaw, and someone else had to talk about how they'd be able to compensate for that flaw. Heroes should be able to lift each other up! Speaking your flaw would summon a platform that would help build a bridge across a chasm, and having it compensated for would stabilize it enough to be able to stand on it.

At this point, both Alisaie and Sayonji were commiserating on "WHAT IS THIS UNAGREED UPON GROUP THERAPY BULLSHIT"

Final room was a fight against Mama Moogle (fat moogle) and her moogley minions. Lots of goofy combat, and they knocked Mama Moogle so hard she quit early.

They got lil plastic medals that, when pressed, would do the tinny victory theme. They say "I survived the Tower of Light at the first annual Rising Festival!" on them. Super gaudy.

Everyone parted ways a bit sadly, assuming they'd never see each other again. Matsu gave Barry a lil kiss in hopes of impressing his jackass brother and friends.

And Then The Call

Last session, I had another round of "here's what you've been doing ever since that day." Matsu had realized her mother was a flake when her mom casually dropped that Matsu was a foundling and didn't seem to get that this was Big News to her. Sayonji had been adventuring, and by adventuring, I mean being a gal friday for Bentbranch. Barry was busy trying to experiment on solidifying the gunblade and the art of gunbreaking.

Matsu was in the middle of discussing with her father and Krile about trying to become a cleric of Hydaelyn, and then breaking the news that she knew about her birth, when her vision blurred and she blacked out.

Sayonji ran into Temur again, was horribly embarrassed that he hadn't done hardly enough, Temur composed a little ditty on the spot about him helping little old ladies, and Sayonji blacked out.

Barry was walking through Ala Mhigo with his brother when Nero got into a spat with a little girl and her mother, and when the girl attacked him, Nero reacted without thinking and went to rifle-butt-smack her in the face. Barry intervened and blacked out.

They all had a joint vision of themselves in a floating void -- the others were glowing light figures, like the Warriors of Light -- and they got to see themselves as max level as a lil glowing light did the Hear, Feel, Think shtick.

Then they saw the glowing orb start to bleed black mist and shrivel, and an Ascian appeared, picked up the orb, and crumpled it in his fist. Then he shot away, and the three of them were able to give chase and limit break him into non-existence.

When they woke up, they all basically got lil scenes that got them to a boat. Barry asked his brother to cover for him while he went "field testing" and Nero took this to mean he wanted to basically do Garlean Rumspringa and also probably do some casual murdering of Eorzean soldiers, which is a-okay in his book. Nero gave him the thumbsup. Krile was excited about the vision, and Matsu's dad was worried. They urged her to start adventuring, and Krile offered to put in an appointment with Baderon at the Adventurer's Guild in Limsa. Sayonji told Temur about his vision and got a lil ditty in compensation.

It's worth noting right about now that I've been making quest plates for them, so they can keep track of the long-term questions.

Anyway, they all got on their boats. Sayonji and Barry had about a month on the boat together to catch up (Barry was a stowaway). They met Matsu in the Cieldalaes, where Limsa customs is presently, since the Yellowjackets are buttoning up everything in response to a spate of kidnappings.

They met Brennan, the friendly peddler, who chatted with them and asked them why they were adventuring and whatnot.

THEN PIRATES ATTACKED, and we stopped for the day.

Whew

Most of these writeups won't be this long, since they won't encompass THREE SESSIONS plus setup, but at least I have something I can point to now lol

[skadren]

self indulgent ffvii/ffxiv au with avalanche as a ffxiv-based dnd group! they are a motley crew who befriended each other (mostly) in game before deciding to start a fresh campaign related to the in-game story together

jobs + backstories etc. under the cut! it got longer than i expected lmao

aerith: midlander, whm/blm. a longtime xiv player and irl friends with cloud and tifa, although she only recently convinced tifa to start playing. her character is a padjal from gridania whose spunky and outspoken attitude has never quite fit in despite her talent for communicating with nature, especially since she opposes their passive attitude towards current events. shortly after the calamity, she feels imbalances in the planet's aether but isn't able to get any support from the other padjals, so she leaves the city on her own. she ends up getting lost and captured to sell for her horns, and is rescued by tifa while en route to limsa.

tifa: sea wolf roe, mnk. relatively new to the game. the garlean empire ransacked and burnt down her character’s hometown by the sea, and she ended up fleeing to limsa lominsa, where she became a pirate for a few years. after the city-state reforms their policies, she spends some time as a yellowjacket, where she rescues aerith from an illegal trafficking ring. but she gets frustrated with yellowjacket policy and inefficiency and resigns to set off to travel with aerith as adventurers instead. they are technically the first two members of (in-game) avalanche, although they don't name themselves until after meeting barret.

barret: highlander, gnb. he plays an ala mhigan who left behind his friends and family to fight in the resistance, so after they lost the war, he traveled to eorzea to try to find them among the refugees. tifa and aerith run into him trying to get refugees to agitate directly outside of ul’dah’s walls, which may or may not lead to them all being permabanned from the city (barret retells this story differently every time). together, they resolve to head back to gyr abania to find out what happened to barret’s family and fight back against the empire. they end up running into a recently-escaped cloud just north of baelsar’s wall, and even though barret especially is suspicious of him, his information is too useful for them to leave him behind.

cloud: keeper miqo, drk you might also catch him on dnc. he plays a half-garlean half-miqo'te who deserted the army and now provides avalanche with information on garlean strategy and bases. he originally didn't plan on adding too much backstory because he's dming and his character was just meant to be a way for avalanche to get missions, but his friends keep trying to figure out more about his character and he got attached now he has hidden lore(tm). his character is tight-lipped about his former position and legion, leading to some initial conflicts, but the others eventually learn he used to be involved in a movement related to the populares faction.

reeve: a fantasia addict, but has settled on plainsfolk lalafell for now. mains brd and is an omnicrafter/gatherer with a saint title. his character's dream is a better version of ul’dah with less... capitalism and also has a bit of a celebrity crush on nanamo. avalanche caught his attention through their involvement with refugees, and he ends up reaching out to them shortly afterwards. he’s their inside man for the ul’dahn syndicate who communicates with them mostly through linkshell, which fits well with his relatively busy offline life.

nanaki: helion hrothgar, ast/pld. even though he's a first-year undergrad student and the second-youngest member of their group, he's been playing for almost as long as aerith has. his character was captured by the garlean army and experimented on, but avalanche broke him out when they raided the castrum he was being held in. he's bitter towards his father, who he believes betrayed his hometown and contributed to its takeover by garleans. he bears people asking to pet his fur with infinite patience.

cid: midlander, drg/mch, the other big crafter in the group. his character is a garlean who followed cid (garlond) after he deserted and joined ironworks, but he doesn't recognize cloud's character at first because a) no clunky armor and b) he changed his name to sound more miqo-ish. he was peripherally involved in the ul'dah incident, held a bit of a grudge when he just kept running into their disaster group, and now just follows them around because he’s gotten attached so he can watch them blow shit up and test the stuff he builds in person.

yuffie: raen au ra, nin. she's been complaining for years about ffxiv not having a looting system where you can steal dead players' items. her character comes from a rich mercantile family in kugane with ties to the previous doman empire, but hold a grudge against hien and his family for some unknown reason :) she ran away because she hated her isolated + expectation-filled life in kugane, and wants to help do something to fight against the invasion of the garlean empire. of course, she gets caught trying to steal something from avalanche and ends up getting adopted staying

vincent: xaela au ra, smn (and rpr as of endwalker news now!!!). if you ask him to swap to sch for the heals he WILL give you the most disgruntled look ever but he'll still do it. he's new to dnd/roleplaying and this is his first campaign! he's never really developed backstories for his characters before, but he wants to try so he can do this with his new friends. his character is also the last one to join their group, an uyagir who was inspired to leave his tribe's self-imposed punishment in their caves after avalanche passed through the steppe and helped them out with a few things.

[soft-baby-dobrik]

hi // david dobrik

a/n: YALL IM GUNNA PUNCH MYSELF HE’S SO FUCKING CUTE IM eMOTIONAL. but yaaahhh thank you all for the love and feedback of what i’ve been writing so far :’) it means so much.

summary: you and david live on opposite coasts and have been flirting and texting and facetiming for about two months and the vlog squad flies you out.

masterlist

requests are open

follow my instagram (david page) <3

Nothing that has happened in the last few months was planned. Not one single bit of it. It was definitely a hope, but never seemed realistic. Commenting on David’s photos was routine for you, and mostly, it was dumb things like “punch me in the face” or “why haven’t you married me yet.” When David liked your comment and then followed you, speechless was an understatement. And to make things even crazier, he dmed you, saying, “when are you free for that wedding.” That had you speechless and then unable to find a breath. You typed a reply and that was just the beginning of this online relationship. As time went on, David added you on snapchat and then gave his number. At the beginning, you would refresh your instagram over and over again in hopes of him replying quickly. Then, it turned into David facetiming you at random times, sometimes even 3 am for you, 12 am for him. It wasn’t exactly a secret, but it wasn’t broadcast either. So, when other members of the vlog squad began to follow you, you were honored and a little puzzled. 

Before you knew it, you were placed in a group dm with some of them. They messaged you and asked if you were David’s mystery girl. Unsure of what to say, you texted David and asked what was going on.

you: umm, you friends have me in a groupchat on instagram and asked if am the mystery girl? what do i say

Not even thirty seconds later, your phone dinged with a response.

david: how did they find out? i mean, you’re not a secret, so you can say yes before they start dming random other girls haha

With David’s permission, you typed back in the group message and said yes. Next thing you knew, your phone began to blow up. Kristin complimented you, saying you were beautiful and a couple other compliments were sent your way from Corinna and Zane. As you were texting back, another message popped up from Scotty, saying, “What would you say to us flying you out to meet David?” Shock was too less of a degree to be used to describe your reaction. Without any hesitation, you typed a response, asking if he was serious. Next thing you knew, you were giving your phone number and received a facetime call. It was Scotty and Kristin behind the phone number calling you.

“Hey!” Scotty smiled.

“Hi,” you greeted, waving.

“So you’re David’s mystery girl that has him giggling when on his phone and smiling like crazy?” Scotty questioned as Kristin awed.

“I hope so!” you smiled, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks at the affect you left on David.

“I mean he didn’t give us much information, but you’re one of the few people he follows that none of us knew, so we took a guess. Anyway,” Scotty paused to look over at Kristin. “We were thinking of surprising David by flying you out here to meet him.” Scotty’s attention turned back to you as began to panic slightly.

“I don’t know, honestly, texting and facetiming is a lot different than meeting in real life,” you nervously admitted.

“I know, but trust me, David is all googly eyed for you and is all happy and giggly now, so you have to come!” Kristin chimed in. This was crazy, but so was everything else that’s occurred these past couple months.

“I mean, this doesn’t happen everyday, so I guess,” you said, then continued, “I’d love to,” with more confidence. Scotty and Kristen both cheered and smiled.

“When could you?” Scotty asked as he paused you. “I’m looking up plane tickets now.”

“Where do you live?” Kristen asked as you could hear Scotty typing. You told them where you lived and were thinking on the best day to leave. Not only would you have to notify work, but would have to miss some classes, and tell your parents your crazy predicament. 

“Next week?” you said before changing your mind. “No, the further away it is, the harder it’ll be to keep from him, like maybe in two or three days?” you said more questioningly. 

“That sounds good. I’ll book your flight for Tuesday at eleven A.M.,” Scotty said before returning to the facetime screen.

“This is so crazy,” you whispered, shaking your head. “I can’t believe this is happening. Thank you.” 

“It’ll be good for David,” Scotty grinned. 

“He’s so busy, him flying there would be hard, so why not bring you to him?” Kristin said and then cheered because you were coming. 

“Thank you so much,” you thanked again.

“We’ll see you Tuesday at the airport!” Scotty said, before him and Kristin both waved you goodbye. After they hung up, your screen returned to your notifications to see David had texted you four times.

david: what are they saying?

david: please tell me they aren’t being idiots

david: babbbbbeeeeee

david: i wanna facetime

You couldn’t help but laugh at his texts. He was truly adorable. Then, it finally hit you. In less that 72 hours, you would be there, with David in person. Feeling giddy inside, you happily clicked the facetime button. David’s smiling face was put on your screen and you squealed in happiness.

“Hey!” you grinned.

“Hey, cutie, why are you so happy?” he laughed as his fingers ran through your hair. Less than 72 hours and you could do that.

“Just life,” you responded, trying to tone down your excitement.

“What about it?” he asked.

“Things are just so good and I mean somehow, you noticed me and now you’re talking to me and you’re being all nice and flirty and life is just crazy and good,” you rambled out, leaving David with a big smile. 

“You’re so cute,” he laughed. “I don’t think you realize that I’m lucky too. You’re so cute and precious, like my life is pretty good with you in it now.” David sighed, “I just really want to meet you. I want to soon, I just have so much going on.” His lips became pouty after finishing his words. Biting down on your lip, you tried to contain your smile, so David wouldn’t suspect anything odd.

“We will soon,” you replied, looking as David seemed a little bummed.

“Not soon enough,” he mumbled.

Shortly after, you told David you had to go get ready for work, but in reality, you went to talk to your parents about everything. It took some convincing, but finally your parents agreed. For the next three days, you distanced yourself from David slightly since you were scared your excitement would cause you to say something or let something slip out to then ruin the surprise. David noticed and had asked, but you promised that it was just because you were busy with work and family stuff. He said he believed you, but seemed a little off still.

Finally, the day had arrived. Your parents were dropping you off, still a little weary of letting you go off to California with people they had never truly met, even though Scotty and Kristin talked to your parents through facetime. They hugged you goodbye, and you started your adventure. Waiting for you flight to board, David texted you, yet again asking to facetime. Your heart hurt a little since you had to decline the offer. If you called and he heard anything, it would ruin the whole surprise. You typed a quick reply before your flight was called for boarding.

you: babe, i’m sorry, i promise i’ll call you later, but i gotta go.

david: okay :(

A feeling of guilt hit your heart as you took your seat. Sending one final text, to David and then turning on your airplane mode:

you: david, it’ll be worth the wait i promise <3

With your last text, you plugged in your headphones and closed your eyes, preparing for the flight to California, to then meet David.

Your flight landed easily and you called Scotty as you exited the plane. 

“Hey!” Scotty chirped over the phone.

“I’m here!” you exclaimed through the phone. Scotty laughing could be heard through the phone.

“Okay, Kristin and I are here right now too. We’ll be in the pickup area,” Scotty replied and Kristin being her cute self, cheered in the background. “Just call me if you need anything or need help,” he added, before you both said goodbye. Hurriedly, you claimed your baggage and rushed towards the pickup area, Scotty and Kristin stood with a sign that said “y/n aka David’s girl,” causing you to giggle. You rushed over to them and Kristin leaned in to give you a hug, and you happily hugged her. 

“Thank you so much!” you smiled again as you and Kristin pulled away. Scotty gave you a side hug.

“Thank you for actually coming,” Kristin smiled, kindly. You all headed towards Scott’s car and he propped his camera up on the dashboard.

“Hi guys!” Scotty greeted into the camera. “I’m here today with girlfwiend Kwisten and David’s soon to be girlfwiend, y/n,” Scotty joked into the camera as he began to drive. You waved to the camera and felt a warmth rise to your cheeks. “So we’ve made jokes before and everything about a mystery girl, but there is one, and here she is!” he exclaimed happily. Kristen pointed the camera to you and asked:

“Are you nervous?”

You laughed slightly before replying, “I’m pretty sure anyone meeting David Dobrik would be pretty nervous.” Kristin gave you a big smile before putting the camera back on the dashboard.

“So, we’ll tell the story while driving to surprise David. So, y/n used to comment on David’s photos and David noticed her and then followed her. She commented asking why they weren’t married yet,” Scotty paused to laugh at you groaning and covering your face in embarrassment, “and David messaged her asking when she was free for the wedding.” A small smile took over your face while reminiscing on that moment. “Now, this has been going on for around two months, so everyone decided to find this mystery girl and try and get her to come here to surprise David.” Scotty finally finished the story and excitement filled you. The ride felt like centuries, and your nerves caused you to play with your fingers as Kristen, Scotty and you had small conversations, until you arrived at David’s house. Scotty unbuckled and turned the camera on you.

“Are you ready?” he exclaimed and Kristin made some more happy sound effects.

“I’m so nervous,” you admitted.

“Well, you have about thirty seconds before he’s down in the driveway!” Scotty replied, making your nerves increase. You got out of the car and hid behind on the side David couldn’t see, nor could you see him. 

“David!” Kristen called and you could hear David laugh.

“What are you doing here?’ David asked. 

“Well, we wanted to surprise you,” Scotty said. “With something or should I say, someone.”

“What?” David laughed out, clearly a little confused. At this time, you came out from behind the car and into the sight of David. His facial features changed from confusion, to pure shock. “What are you doing here?” he asked, with the biggest smile.

“Surprise!” Scotty and Kristin said together.

“Surprise,” you smiled.

“Oh my god,” David grinned, before you rushed over to hug him. His arms wrapped around your back and tugged you towards him. “You’re here,” he mumbled as he nuzzled his head into your neck. David brought your feet off the ground and spun you around, like they did in the movies and you squealed.

“Well isn’t this cute,” Scotty said.

“Thank you!” David smiled, still keeping his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close to him. “This is the best surprise ever!” You laughed at how David sounded like a little boy on Christmas.

“Alright, well, our job here is done,” Kristin said, heading towards the car. You went to follow, but David wouldn’t let you go.

“David, let me say goodbye and thank them!” you said as he kept his head nuzzled into your neck once again. He shook his head into your your neck. “Babe,” you giggled and he slowly let go of you. You took your hand into his and headed towards the car, smiling back at him warmly. He grinned back at you and moved quickly to hug you from behind as you stopped at the car. David hugged you from behind as you tried to walk towards Scotty and Kristen. Your suitcase was on the driveway and David remained attached to you as you hugged Kristin and Scotty goodbye. “Thank you so much,” you said with a smile.

“Just don’t get too crazy kids,” Scotty teased before climbing into his car, Kristin following suit.

“No promises,” David called with a grin as he looked at Scotty and you shook your head at David’s response. You walked backwards so Scotty and Kristin could peel out of the driveway. Once they were out of the driveway, you turned you body to face David.

“I told you it would be worth the wait,” you grinned as you looked up at David, taking in all his features. He was even cuter in person.

“Definitely worth two days with no facetime calls,” he agreed. With so much happiness flooding through you body, you pushed your body upwards so you could press a soft kiss to his lips. It was short and sweet and you both smiled in the kiss. Once you pulled away, David added, “Completely worth the wait.”

“So, you gunna invite me inside or are we going to stand in your driveway all day?” you teased, looking up at David.

“I guess, I mean we have to I told Scott no promise on having too much fun,” he smiled as you rolled your eyes.

“Not tonight, Dobrik,” you laughed, cuddling into his embrace. 

“I mean how long are you here for?” he asked, laughing as you slapped his arm. “Kidding!”

“Let’s just go inside,” you said, giggling.

“Gladly,” David smiled before grabbing your bag and running into his house. Chuckling, you walked towards the door and after you closed it, you were brought into a bear hug. Your heart pounded as you smiled and cuddled into David’s warm embrace. “I can’t believe you’re actually here,” he whispered as he hugged you.

“Well, I’m here,” you smiled before glancing up at him.

“Thank, God,” he grinned before pecking your lips. “Only problem is I might not let you go home. You might be stuck here,” he added.

“I think I could deal with that.” You both beamed at one another before leaning in for another kiss.

a/n: i just want this to happen to me :(((((( but i made an instagram page for david bc i love that cute fuck so follow please bc it’s gunna be a good time. xoxo bri

[horizonwalkers]

1, 9, 13, 18, 29, and 30 for the dnd asks!

a favorite character you have played

i had a blast playing an aasimar warlock resurrected in the body of a human fighter! i played her as a multiclass of the two w/ aasimar stats and the tldr version of her story is in her original lifespan she was Vasilissa or God-Blessed, and was basically the girlfriend of the Goddess of Stars and Storms, and then well, died to save her people. History rewrote them as best friends tho. Flashfoward to the presentish, the world’s backstory lore contains a 12 year long civil war, in which a famously brutal and somewhat evil war general Hala Tafiq was killed. When people attempted to ressurect her... well, the wrong soul came back to life. 

In the modern era, the only connection gods have to mortals are through the royals, which are the only people to hold the title Vasilissa— which made things very fun when she tried to explain that was her “surname” and people told her “you can’t call yourself that”

your favorite thing about dnd

i love the collaborative storytelling experience, both as a DM “leading” and as a player, shifting and pushing it forward.

introduce your current party

i am currently the dm of a funky group of people who are playing the following in our start up mini campaign (oceanic) and our first major campaign (fey) beginning shortly:

aquatic tiefling wizard | wood elf barbarian/rogue

triton fighter | fey-blooded tiefling ranger

mermaid warlock | selkie druid

triton fighter | firbolg druid

mermaid barbarian | lava genasi\dwarf bard

sea tortle druid | [REDACTED] paladin

does your party keep any pets

if you count a worm statue, then yes.

do you prefer RP heavy sessions or combat sessions

both! it depends on the situation, but i like to contain aspects of both fairly equally as i can when dming.

 are your players diplomatic or murder hobos?

so far, pretty diplomatic! if they go murder hobo in fey campaign i might cry

[onestowatch]

marcos g Is Turning Music From Dream to Reality

Photo: Ben Searles

For marcos g, music was a distant dream. It was something he loved but never something he thought he could pursue. Something that creative just wasn’t an option. So instead, for years, marcos resided in Florida. He put a ton of time into his studies and became a teacher, stating, “I was so busy running from my teaching job to get to classes and then to do homework, I barely had any time to focus on music.”

marcos had just one outlet. The single way he connected with music was by playing piano at his local church leadership. Somewhat hidden behind the massive organ, marcos sat scoring the songs his friends sang. Well, until a day when the group’s lead vocalist couldn’t make it. marcos decided he would step up and fill in. And when he did, his peers only wished he would have done it sooner, “My team was like what? We didn’t know you could sing like that - you’re never going back to the piano, haha!”

Shortly after, his friends pressed him to make his very first EP, STUPIDSONGSFORTHESUMMER. marcos uploaded the project to Soundcloud, thinking his voice over some YouTube beats would just be for him and his friends. But tastemakers know how to sniff out talent. 

Soon HillyDilly, Lyrical Lemonade, and Fashionably Early brought marcos’ single “single (on the weekend)” to the forefront. marcos was shocked by the attention saying, “It was so crazy to me that people were finding it and liking it and DMing me about it.” But the laid back indie R&B track had a great little bounce to it and cheeky lyrics to match. The lyrics just came to him while he was sitting in traffic on his way to record a totally different song. His mind is always running with ideas. 

When marcos finally decided to make the leap into making his own music, he had to create his own sound. To do that, he leaned on his Floridian roots. In his hometown, he was surrounded by Bachata and Salsa. Still, he had to find a way for his own love for new hip-hop sounds and classic R&B to come through. You can hear the way he’s chosen to amplify hip-hop beats and weave together rhythmically Latin-leaning themes in songs like “stay” and “Dancefloor.”

Having only started music two years ago, 2019 was crucial to marcos’ musical development. This year we saw the up-and-coming talent release four singles, all a strong effort on his behalf. He plans on stepping up his game even further in 2020 with the release of a bountiful indie R&B EP.

[dndstories]

Illis Impetus Latrinus

So I’ll start off by saying I have minimal experience DMing, only one dreaded 4E session over a chat roulette. But I’d recently got together with large group of adult friends to play 5e. The first two sessions were 9 or so hours long (we only play monthly so we make a day of it), and it was during that time I realized my players were quite… interesting. They were all new, fresh from normal society and very pushing on wanting to be thrown into the game with minimal preparation, no beginner’s stuff. So other than a basic tutorial they haven’t had much idea as to how to play the game.

The first session was atrociously bad, I was coming up with the encounter, enemies, environment and basically everything else on the fly, but it still became the most memorable moments in our campaign so far, until session 3. I’ll preface session 3 with that I, as DM, will not change die rolls when they are important, and to never say “no” to a player if they take the game seriously.

Well, by session 3 they’d gotten in the middle of a political quest I’d made, for several Player levels later. But with the power of their stupid luck, they rolled high enough to get the higher-up person to hire. Hire them, for the assassination of a War General of the most prosperous city in my world. Now the War General was given insane thought, buffs, and items. I’d designed him to be a final boss character much much later in the game. So I think: I’ll let them attempt to kill him and watch them fail terribly, then I’ll make an easy escape and they can come back to fight him another day. This did not happen.

During a gathering in celebration of a holiday I made for my world, which was preemptive for a big meeting between the world powers, my players manage to sneak in and find him. As they sit and talk among themselves, my older brother who plays says, “If we can get him somewhere alone before getting to his room, we can make this a lot easier.”

My one player I allowed to be an Undead, and this undead was busy inside their bag of holding, chewing on the corpse of the guy they killed in the alley. In there he was using some spells to freeze the blood to make what we come to call GoresiclesTM. So this undead player asks me, “If I gave him the poison we bought and I mix it with the blood and make him drink, would he throw up?”

I reply, to my later great dismay, “It would take a little bit but he’d probably throw up, probably be running to the bathroom once he started feeling queasy.” The player walks up to the general, a large and scary-looking man, and hands him the drink saying it was from their female companion. When he asks what it is my player simply replies, “It’s a bloody mary.”

Well, he drinks it and he rushes to the bathroom which is in the middle of a large bathhouse with an open roof. He gets there and begins puking and my players all at once, jump on his back and begin pushing down on his head to put it into the toilet. Every time they roll to grapple him down they win until several rounds have gone by in just drowning him in the toilet. They did all this, fully knowing there were people in the nearby open baths! But, and this is where the dismay kicks in, every time I rolled for the Perception of others I would roll a one or a two. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

Eventually I started sending people to use the bathroom, but one of the players companions goes and begins convincing people to turn around. He was doing this, and had the lowest Charisma of any of my players, a total Charisma of 5. He just kept rolling nat 20’s, over and over and over, all of them did! Even when one of my players blew a hole through the bathroom with eldritch blast, NO ONE NOTICED. Eventually they drowned him in that toilet, my boss who was 6 levels ahead of what would be a deadly encounter for them. Then my players made it out of the building undetected, with no issue whatsoever….

After that they decided to make it tradition and painted this Latin phrase onto the side of the boat they stole:

“Omnis Qui Rebellionem Contra Nobus Timueritis Illis Impetus Latrinus” Or simply, “Illis Impetus Latrinus”

It means, “Everyone who revolts against us, fear the flushing of the toilet.” and shortly, “Fear the flush of our toilet.” My players now carry out all of their executions by drowning their enemies in a custom-made execution toilet. You can probably imagine the kind of crap I have to deal with. 

Ba Dum Tss…

[mattyslittleworld]

East Keansburg

P: Rob Sellig 

2:48 am / Thursday morning. Im listening to this new Tsu Surf & Mozzy project, thinking about this kid I grew up around. Ive been reading he passed away, which is such a shame. We grew up playing basketball together at St. Catherines in EK, middle school, high school, alternative high schools, programs together. Troubled youth. I have this specific memory of him from years ago. I believe I wrote about it in my last blog post, about watching somebody get curb stomped. I was a lost kid, me and my friends aimless, drifting from group to group. Ended up spending a lot of late nights in EK wandering the streets. This night specifically, there were about 7 of us. A homie of mine was interested in writing graffiti, and this was before music, so graffiti was basically my identity. So we met up at his house, where my friend had a group of heads over, and they were partying, selling, and just going off. He lived with his parents, which speaks volumes, because at this time in my life, everyones parents gave up...nobody gave a fuck, except mine, but they couldn't control me. One thing leads to another, my boy wanted to go bombing. So we leave his house with our paint, and just take the streets, 5 reckless kids fallowing us on skateboards and bikes. Wasted, loud, rowdy, reckless, but as an outsider, I found a silver lining in their terror....it was a middle finger to the society that never gave them a chance. It was a brotherhood. This specific kid, at this point, was in and out of county, witnessed him fighting over and over in school, and in the streets since day 1. We were walking tall through the backroads in EK....they were spray painting cars...houses...anything. No fucks given. Wasted...they were breaking windows...kicking dents in BMW’s. Playing music off the phone...they were all they got. Another group of kids ended up on the same block....and they went off. A fight broke out....and I have this specific memory of boy ripping his shirt off, passionate, raging with anger, to protect his brotherhood, his street crew, his family. Being around him since I was a little kid, school, ball, mutual friends....I never got to know him deeper than this...but I would always see him and just salute his pride, and his will to stand on his actions, and his will to fucking fight for who and what he loves. Rest In Power fam. A lot of homies reading this from EK who follow my music...yall know who I am talking about. I never got to know this man - but I salute him for how much of HIM HE REALLY WAS. I remember in 2006, I was a freshman in high school, and my cousin ended up in a fight with a senior over a friend who passed away. My cousin was intoxicated during this time, in school, and I ended up beating the dog shit out of this senior as a young kid. These EK boys were the only ones who showed love, who stood tall behind me, making sure I was good, safe, and assuring me I was doing the right thing. Cant let your family go down like that. Rest In Peace man.

Last year, days before Tsu Surfs album Seven 25 dropped, he doubled back and we hit the studio and recorded a song called “Make You Proud”. He dropped the album very shortly after and it went #2 on iTunes in under 24 hours, and I was sure I wasn't going to see that man ever again. A year later, here we are...a day before he drops this joint project with Mozzy...that debuted at #5 on itunes, were dapping up at a film set in Queens, NY to film the music video. A YEAR LATER, this man gave a fuck enough to pull up and bless my career with this video. That meant a lot to me. I specifically remember feeling alone, hopeless, in some of the darkest moments of my life. Just listening to his tape over and over and over....running laps at the track at Mader Dei Highschool. It gave me hope, it motivated me to get over the feelings that were weighing me down. My life was changing, and this eased the pain. Nobody likes the motions of change if it includes losing people you love....losing the ability to do things you love...and going places you love. You have to find new health, new wealth, and new routines. My new found routine was coffee in the morning...spending an hour studying the industry...listening to my podcasts...then immediately running laps listening to his tape. Anything after that was subjective. Nowadays its basketball instead of running laps....but it gave me health. Mentally and physically. I could collect my thoughts. I could hear real stories....being gunned down 5 times and bouncing back...then charting. Here we are. On set....once again with Rob...my brother on the directing tip. My new lovely friend Victoria, who's a beautiful, ambitious, ride or die artist of her own. Robs pops. Mike Oliva, who is a SAVAGE photographer and film maker himself. It was a trip. Over the past year, kids at bars, hardcore shows, normals, civilians, people from all over and the world have been DMing me about simply just a teaser and a photograph of me and Surf in a studio. With Albee Al, Casanova, Cage - its all a specific group of people. Mainly mainstream music consumers...radio listeners...people who are tapped into Instagram and culture. But with Surf - Ive had the pleasure of speaking to people from all walks of life. Old hardcore friends telling me how much his movement has touched their lives...so wild. I was late to his wave...Belv actually told me to tap in and do it, and that's my brother so I made sure I did for the team. We drank hot chocolate and coffee, listened to our favorite music so loud, have such great conversations, got amazing footage that im so proud of, and just overall killed the mission. Nothing makes me more happy. This was a moment for me....because for the first time...im not in silly poppy clothes...im myself...im spitting bars on it...I feel and look like the person who was painting freights in 2007. And that is very important to me. Sometimes you can get swallowed by the wave youre riding...and I am guilty of that. It influenced so much of me...and recently I said look...fuck all this. Fuck everything except for whatever inside me still lingering before back and forth. Because if those passions, those tendencies, those people, are still here and within me...theyve been growing all this time, strong, sticking by me, and that's me. Shitty hoodie. Airmaxes or vans, shitty hat, stupid hair, cutty as fuck, smiling. dirty skateboard kid just trying be great man. I miss my old Mercer Ave skate crew. Its been years. 

Im starting to go through a new awakening where im witnessing the ones around me unfold in such a distasteful manner. Its pretty crazy to spend time with people, face to face, and have dinner, coffee, laughing with each other one on one....and in my head at the same time think...this mother fucker dead ass hates me. Wants to kill me. Wants me to fail. Fucks heavy with EVERYONE who has done wrong to me. Has talked shit behind my back. Has stabbed me in the back. And they are such fucking clowns....they don't know that I know...and they don't even comprehend that im being a bigger person and not addressing shit below me, because I don't have room for shit like that in my life. This is the time where people fuck with you one foot in, for opportunity, to hit a lick, to keep the link, to get to the people you fuck with. It is literally so easy to show love...and yet people close to you just won't. Its an interesting concept. I am fortunate in the sense that I am self made, self built, and already a black sheep. If everybody in my life turned their backs, it wouldn't touch my career. So therefore, I don't have this fuckery nature in my behavior. I don't fuck with you, I don't fuck with you. Thats it. Im learning you cannot trust people who fuck with you one foot in....because that means they're prepared to step away at any moment when you're down. They don't got your back. They are around people who drag your name through the mud, and they allow it. AT BEST...since they have one foot in....theyll tap in and say such and such said this....but why didn't you defend me? Why were they okay with these actions with you? Because your friend has their other foot with the opps. Fuck these types of people. Forever. Ive been seeing people put up with this behavior, and I figured id speak on it, because its been on my mind. You don't have to get treated like shit to fit in. Truth is, your friends are probably wack. Your friends probably hate you. Your friends don't want you to do better than them. And no, it doesn't matter how long you've known them. Most relationships stem and grow out of convenience, and lack of change, lack of ambition, lack of dreams and goals. I always thought, its actually very easy to be a good friend when they need you...in moments of tragedy and misery. Because that doesn't shake your foundation, and make you realize you aint shit. It doesn't challenge your framework. Its harder for most people to be a good friend when their friend is celebrating success, because the human nature is to compare, and sometimes that can be a mirror reflection of how you AINT SHIT. Recognize these people and cut this cancer out of your system. Or if you are this person, we all have been at one point, cone to terms with how wack you are and be a good person lmao. I want to see my plumbing friend look me in the eyes and go “im the best plumber in this area and im gunna kill this job and make a living for my family and buy a BMW”, just like I want to see my graphic designer friends believe after their hard work that they're qualified OVER SOMEONE ELSE for their job, to make a great living. Just like I want to see a musician, or rapper, talk his shit and believe in themselves, go platinum, and make a great living and buy a Range. Being around greatness inspires me, never scares me. I love being at the bottom, it amps me up. It gets me going. It gets me off. I love the fight, the grind, the game. Whether its music, or washing windows in the freezing dead of winter for commission to pay for fucking studio time to be where I am right the fuck now boiiiiiii. 

Me and Belv have some crazy shit coming. That is all. Okay bye. 

[flumphsandflayers]

Dmed session 0 of my new campaign just now and still not totally sure what happened tbh

8. Person. Party. And unsure how to proceed there but whatever. And 2 more people joining next week? What the fuck do. I only have 7 chairs.

>50% noobs, all but one new to me dming, most haven't played much, and starting out at level 3 reveals that I should have just made their characters but one person was so into it it was worth it. Every time I say I'll use prebuilts and every time I assent to the character creation

So, they begin in a cave prison, waking up after their caravan was ambushed. A priest has sleep and the caravan driver was in on it so not even total bullshit.

They wake up from a fucking rad dream sequence. I tell them to describe their appearances. Rather than, you know, talking to each other, each immediately begins a wildly different plan of escape, only half of which make any sense. I should've stepped in and forced them to make a plan bc noobs but I at this point have 5 dice rolls on the stack at all times.

The cleric actually manages a charm person on head guard. Things are already getting stupidly out of hand so he unlocks the door.

Just before the first attack of combat, the bard charms the other two guards. Wow stupid rolls. Basically could be the end of the entire dungeon if played right. The cleric, despite my warnings, never asks for anything beyond the release, and the head guard is attacked shortly thereafter. The bard does the same for her manacles. Also does not charm them into like. Stopping the combat. Or. Leaving. Or giving her their keys. Or anything like that. It's the 0th session I'm not fucking reading into friendly acquaintance.

Head guard runs for backup, as he does. Party of 8 misses all attacks against the guards. They did not take any time to improvise weapons and knew they would be handed pickaxes probably in the mines.

I let the rogues use disarm rules but literally no one went strength or martial weapons. I manage to clock one of the rogues in two great rolls.

Enemy cultist and more guards arrive. One druid is literally just running for her life and gets cornered. Head guard is revealed to be unlocking some black dragon wyrmlings. I remove them from the fight because it's been an hour and a half at this point and the party still doesn't have weapons.

After one guard goes down, I have the priest retreat also for time reasons. Things are actually pretty reasonable after except that they didn't loot the place, didn't secure kills, and literally fucking parted ways. I railroaded them back to a town to rest in (trust me if I had 10 more minutes...) But bluh.

Overall really good session 10/10 looking forwards to the semester

(actually that but unironically. I think if I made the fact of communication clearer, the party goes to like 6/week, people learn their kits and character, etc. It'll be a really good campaign)

[appletardx3]

Dungeons and Dragons Story

IT’S GONNA BE A BIT OF A READ GUYS. Alright.  So the guys have finally finished what was supposed to be a one off that turned into a mini campaign that in total lasted a whopping 10 hours.  We somehow made off with a seven hour session last night, ending at 4am.  I never thought we’d end up doing that considering we all are adults but;  Well I’m not complaining. Actually yes I am I’m so tired kill me. ANYWAYS. IT WAS A HOOT.  I had so much DMing for these guys.  All but one of them continued to stay in character going so far as to accent their character’s words.  They all had personality.  A quick to temper lawful good Dwarf who just wanted to save his friend.  A drunk Tabaxi monk who seemed rather laid back but was overall actually pretty serious.  And. . . a Drow who had no personality and just walked up to people and asked questions with very obvious answers.  But.  She tried.  I hope to get her more out of her shell in future one offs and campaigns. Okay.  So we start off the one off with the information that the Party’s friend Penny, an adorable npc, has gone missing after leaving the tavern.  In this town when travelers who go missing usually turn up in three days, but as a corpse.  So it became a race against the clock to find and save her.  They met some NPCS, some likable, and some just not. Finally their investigations caused the party to decide to split up and took them to the three inns where each of them found something interesting.  The Drow Ranger just. . . walked around because she doesn't role play and happened upon a hatch that lead her into the tunnels.  The Tabaxi monk found our NPC Pam, who everyone loves and is bonkers, and that crazy old bat helped him break into the inn where he too found a similar hatch that lead into tunnels underneath the city.  And finally our Dwarf, and honestly my favorite out of my friend’s characters, went all Sherlock Holmes, and investigated everything. He had a lengthy conversation with the inn keeper and learned a lot about the suspect they were looking for.  It was her father, Johnathon who had suffered a very strange accident three years ago.  Right before these murders began happening.  And he also learned the disappearance of the woman’s mother shortly after.  Slowly he’s piecing these pieces together to get a full picture and returns back to the clinic where he quickly faces off with and knocks out the woman working there. Meanwhile back in the tunnels our boring Drow runs into a demonic figure with claws for hands and jagged teeth.  And she.  *snorts*  SHE TALKS TO IT.  He’s OPENLY SAYING HE WANTS TO EAT HER AND SHE’S JUST.  “HELLO HAVE YOU SEEN OUR FRIEND PENNY.” Back in the other area of the tunnels Pam and the Tabaxi take out three giant rats with ease and find one of Penny’s belongings.  Succeeding a Perception check with a natural 20 he hears the voices deep in the tunnels ahead of him and takes off, sneaking down to where the Drow is facing off with a Vampire Spawn.  Pam is noticed as she fails a stealth check and drawn into the battle. Back on the surface in the clinic out Dwarf finds his way into the morgue attached to the clinic.  He inspects a few of the bodies, fearing the worst, but thankfully none of the dead in here are Penny.  And then he finds a hatch that leads downwards, into the tunnels below. Ahead in the tunnels the Drow and the Tabaxi are fighting what they’ve learned is a vampire spawn.  It’s a lengthy battle, as they KEEP MISSING AC ROLLS AND MISSING.  But finally they take down the spawn, AFTER AN AMAZING CRIT FROM OUT TABAXI MONK, just as our Dwarf finds them and joins them.  They watch as Pam approaches the corpse and gives some solemn last words, confirming the information that the Dwarf had pieced together back at the inn. This was Johnathon, and Pam his wife who had been assumed to have gone missing.  They take a moment and share their findings before moving on in the tunnels, eventually finding an exit that leads to a field cut in half by a river, and there is a single water mill there.  They cautiously approach and investigate.  The Tabaxi is the first to stealth inside and to the upper level where he finally fails his stealth check.  But it’s okay!  The person he’s sneaking up on is actually Penny! They found her, yay~ Everyone rushes up stairs to see her, just happy to have found her alive.  But their reunion is cut short when the door opens downstairs.  Everyone succeeds a stealth check and successfully hides and a voice calls to Penny to go down stairs.  She quietly begs for everyone to stay hidden and descends the staircase.  The Tabaxi peeks through the floor boards to see if he can get a look at who’s down there with their friend.  The Doctor;  The one who had helped them earlier. A stealth check is failed and they’re seen.  A battle breaks out and the doctor takes Penny down into the freshly dug basement.  He is a Vampire, and she is charmed to act as his shield and personal feed bag. Finally after a couple turns Penny succeeds her will save and rejoins her friends to battle the vampire.  But soon the Tabaxi is charmed afterwords.  This vampire likes to have his meat shields.  The battle continues on and one of the adds takes Penny down in a viscous attack.  She fails her first death save, but eventually our NPC Pam helps her stabilize.  The Tabaxi is half dead due to the vampire’s bite attacks and again THE DICE WON’T LET THESE GUYS LAND A DECENT HIT GOD DAMN. The night drags on and there’s still enemies and this cocky ass vampire toying with the party.  But soon, he realizes that morning is approaching.  I give everyone a couple more turns to try and take him down but the time frame I had planned is drawing to a close.  The vampire uses his legendary movement to disengage and escape from the room.  The only one able to chase after him is charmed still because he can’t pass any of the freaking wisdom checks omg, and the vampire escapes.  The party is royally pissed off, but the finish off the other adds and the battle ends. Although the vampire escaped they counted the mission as a victory.  They had found their friend and managed to get her back alive even with that scare when she was taken down.  Bringing her back into town they are rewarded because she is the daughter of the Baron.  Pam is reunited with her daughters and while she doesn’t seem to recognize any of them anymore they take her in.  Penny makes a vow to hunt down the vampire for all it’s done and sets off on her own journey after she heals up.  And for the party, well, they’re off on their next adventure.

[bigbenalpha]

I’ve been DMing, sessions 1 & 2

I ran a game a few years ago but it was a total homebrew, mish-mash of rules from various RPGs. This was my first attempt at a pure D&D game. DMing is gonna be passed around so that everybody gets a chance to play at some point.  The first sesh went pretty smooth. I remembered more rules than I expected. Me DMing, two vets and two noobs. Took about an hour to get the new kids' characters rolled up and then we got under way.

Thought I'd change it up a bit and had the party meet on a wagon train caravan instead of the usual pub. The first few days/nights were uneventful - aside from a minor earthquake, the military blocking the crucial mountain pass and minus some awkward social interactions - but then the party decided to on a snipe hunt one night. They found bunnies, a badger, and lightning bugs instead of snipes. Then they found three twig blights and a vine blight and the fun started. The party took out two twigs got a good hit on the vine but the vine got lucky and took two of the party out in rapid succession. Luckily my guy showed up just in time and finished off the vine. The last twig died fast after that. There were also two healing potions courtesy of a gypsy grandmother in the caravan. So now two of the party owe a debt. (I know, I know, "gypsy" isn't quite acceptable these days but the characters aren't ethnically Roma either so I wasn't sure what really to call them. Later I discovered that ‘vistani” is the correct D&D term.) Some more awkward interactions happened then everybody went to bed.

Shortly after noon on the next day the caravan encountered two over-turned wagons and a couple survivors from an attack the night before. Some goblins, led by two taller humanoids, did a lot of damage, then stole some goods and kidnapped three other people. While the caravan rendered aid the party followed a trail that eventually led to a massive wheat field surrounding a farm house and a windmill. And that's where we stopped.

The 2nd D&D sesh went well. The party started off on the edge of a large wheat field, and were joined by a new member. They had been following the trail of some goblins who had attacked a couple of wagons the night before. So now the party consists of Glim, a gnome monk, Nora, a half-elf mage, Kainos, a teifling ranger, Kik, a wood elf monk, Telamon (my guy) a half-elf fighter, and Ognar (the new guy) a half-orc cleric.

After coming out of the woods into the field the party saw an old windmill and a farm house with a barn. They opted to head for the windmill but Kik managed to get attacked by a malevolent scarecrow, paralyzed by its fear gaze. The rest of the party dispatched the awful thing and found a mysterious key around its neck. At the leading corner of the windmill they made a gruesome discovery- a foot sticking out of a rain barrel. Kainos climbed up the stack of barrels which promptly collapsed under his weight since they were more rotten than they looked. He was also bitten by a rot grub that was feeding on the body in the barrel. It was killed quickly and the bodies in the barrels were examined. The fresh one was a goblin. The others were all older and not any of the people that were taken from the wagons. Minor bits of loot were found along with telltale bits of straw. It seems the scarecrow bad been a busy murderer over the years.

The party continued the skirt the edge of the windmill until they found a staircase leading down to a basement. Once inside they were set upon by two drow and two giant wolf spiders. A couple of the party were wounded in the fight but the drow and spiders didn't last long. They found four people cocooned in webs - two of the people from the wagons, a stranger, and a goblin who died shortly after being released. Some more loot was found and the party had a short rest to recover some HP. Kik volunteered to take the survivors back to the caravan ('cause he had to leave in real life) while the rest of the party ventured up into the windmill.

The ground floor of the windmill was in disarray - over-turned benches and tables, rotting bags of grains, debris from the partially collapsed 2nd floor. While they were looking around they were ambushed by four goblins but Glim spoke their language and managed to stop things from getting deadly. They learned that these goblins had been enslaved by the drow. The party offered to free the goblins in exchange for info about the remaining drow and the kidnapped people. One of the drow was hiding on the 2nd floor and took a shot at Glim. The drow died quickly. There were two more goblins on the 2nd floor who rejoined the others. They said there was one more drow in the farm house and something terrifying on the top floor of the windmill. A few days ago fifth drow went up but never came back down.

The top floor seemed to be in better shape than below but was oddly cold and getting colder. A couple of the party were hit by something invisible and told to get out. A ghostly woman appeared and was about to attack full-on but Nora convinced her not to. The party agreed to rid the ghost's home of the remaining drow and goblins. And they agreed to find her body but not before Ognar mentioned burning down the windmill which made the ghost call down a swarm of bats on him. The ghost looked to have several bites taken out of her and said she was betrayed by the last ones she expected. After she faded the party found some more minor loot on the drow the ghost had killed. Telamon found a hidden safe which was opened by the key from the scarecrow. A decent amount of coin was found, along with three potions, some fancy jewelry and a journal.

Going back downstairs they only found some rope and a few tools on the 2nd floor. In a small warehouse Glim found a rat to talk to. The rat bummed some food and said to avoid the barn. And that's where we had to stop. 

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