#dnd pirate husbands

[macksarts]

[anonbeadraws]

Character sheet commission for @roguelocks, of Gnarl Stormforged, the handsomest gnoll on any sea (according to his wife uwu) 🌩️

🌩️more commission info in source🌩️

[elidee-art]

This one breaks the rules a little but I will be DAMNED if I don't share this piece I lost two whole days to just for some light ropework

Older Fortune as... I dunno, a romance novel cover or something. This is about how cool and sexy he thinks he is, despite being the wettest cat of a man possible

I like to think post-transition Fortune feels alright growing his hair out. He likes long hair in general, but has such a bad association with it on himself, I don't think he'll look into growing it out until he can start passing.

[ari-the-arotistic]

Got tagged by @homelesspersonchic so let's do this :>

Three favorite ships: Sparrington(Potc), Xedgin(DnD:HAT), Ineffable Husband's(Good Omens)

First ship: Percabeth(Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

Last movie: Nimona

Currently reading: A lot of stuff lmao, but most recently, Xedgin fanfics

Currently watching: The Witcher, though it's technically a rewatch? I'm currently rewatching season 1 and 2 before I watch the new season for the first time

Currently eating: Brownies, just made some this morning

Currently craving: Ramen, it's a comfort food of mine and I haven't had it in a while

Tagging @arenathesia and @notaguyrai but everyone else is welcome to do it too!

[with-the-storms-aid]

A Silent Reunion

Warnings: none! Just fluff!

Extra: Hi! Welcome to my first post! This is a short story I created to go with my DND character, Bait, and his husband, William. This is the first drabble I wrote for them and is not where the story will officially begin, but will at least introduce you, slightly, to my characters! I hope you all love them as much as I do!

Word count: 440 words

Bugs chirp in the quiet summer air as a gentle breeze flows throughout the semi-avian city. The night was calm and quiet as a couple finally decided to head to bed. It felt like mere moments since the two found each other yet again, though it had, in reality, been several hours. The two men soon found themselves laying together, as an entanglement of limbs and cloth, on what felt like the most plush mattress in the world. No words were exchanged as honey gold and melted chocolate eyes stared into one another. Bait was never one for words, especially not in situations like this. He always found himself tripping over his own tongue, his brain rushing through the words like an avalanche as his tongue fell into the debris. Yet, this never stopped him from telling William his undying devotion towards him, even if it wasn’t spoken. Dark green hands found their way up to rest against William’s face. Rough, calloused fingers, covered in a myriad of small scars, traced across the pale skin as the two laid there. Bait’s fingers danced across his husband’s narrow features as if he were trying to memorize every divet, every small blemish in case he were to disappear again. He could do this for hours. He could lay there, doing nothing more then caress his husband’s face for days if he was allowed to. Bait saw the man in front of him as his everything. To him, William was nothing but perfection. The universe could not have created a more perfect being then the man who married him. As Bait continued to trace his face, he couldn’t help but imagine himself as the universe, slowly sculpting the narrow face of his own personal god. Suddenly, Bait was brought out of his thoughts as William turned to place a kiss in the palm of his hand. In that second, it was as if his brain short circuited, unsure of how to respond to the action. Twinkling laughter filled the room as the small goblin finally regained his senses. A goofy grin appeared on Bait’s face as he stared at the love of his life. The love of his life that was still here, that was somehow alive. The love of his life that he thought he would never see again, let alone be able to hold. As gold and brown eyes stare into one another with unspoken adoration, a silent agreement was made. They would love one another for the rest of the days they were granted. And they would never be forced apart like that again, not if they could help it.

[ghostwoodsketches]

Nine of my OC’s! I had a lot of fun drawing them all and enjoyed playing around with their designs. 

Very basic character info: 

Tate: my dnd tabaxi rogue gardener who has nearly died to several gelatinous cubes, and has adopted many children—including a talking borzoi named Anthony who is a dog-war veteran who loves cupcakes. Tate has been married twice, and can be described as a middle aged Goblincore clown dad with too many kids. His grandfather is also a chicken named Albert! 

Socks: another dnd tabaxi rogue, because that’s all I can play. She’s tates older sister who grew up on a ship at sea after she left the tabaxi kingdom because, well, why not? She’s my asexual sapphic pirate who has committed multiple war crimes and currently has her own tiny “kingdom” (a town) all consisting of sentient, life-sized ants. Don’t ask… 

Faenala: one of my dragons from the now deactivated game School Of Dragons, based off of the httyd universe where you play a side character who spends their time collecting items and eggs, following the occasional dramatic storyline. I made stories about the characters i made in the game. So Faenala is a Silver Fury who grew up on a small island called Valhallas Hollow, which is inhabited by a shitton of terrible terrors. She’s very sneaky, and grew up around these terrible terrors who she would hunt for and protect. 

NightCanvas: I made his design in a random nightlight dragon batch I was drawing towards the end of July, and liked how he turned out so much that he’s turned into one of my OC’s! He and his sister Pearl tend to travel from seastack to seastack in search of a place to call home. He’s very protective, playful, and has a tendency to dive head first into danger. 

Oscar: is one of the OC’s I’ve drawn the most lately! He’s part of my continued Nightlight Family AU for httyd, and is Toothless’s grandson. He was seperated from his dad, Pouncer, at a young age and has spent most of his time trying to teach himself to live on his own. He’s terrified of everything,  is very skittish and sweet. 

Miks: I’ve been a huge fan of the ps4/5 game Stray since it came out a year ago, and recently decided to make my own StraySona character! I’ve created what his side quest, dialogue, and minor interactions would be like! 

Kallias: She’s one of the main characters in a novel I’ve been writing, which sounds absolutely batshit and weird if I try to explain it. In summary, she’s a genderqueer sapphic whos obsessed with Cryptids.She’s in love with her friend, Daisy. Kallias works at an arcade and has a problem of waking up in different short horror stories every night, only to wake up covered in blood. As you can guess, this makes a relationship difficult. 

CreatureFall: one of my dark forest warrior cat OC’s from clangen, he’s in a bunch of stories that take place after they’ve gone to the DarkForest. He’s the definition of a himbo, and spends his time giving out therapy sessions to the murderers of cat hell.

FennelBones: born in cat hell, he’s a very charismatic disaster who is constantly trying to make friends with the wrong people, which lands him in a lot of trouble. He’s the son of my favourite warriors oc, FleaThistle, and his cottagecore husband FadingStar (who belongs to @liberhoe) 

taglist: @residents-of-the-darkforest @ambitiousauthor @chaos-n-bees @starfalcon555 @elementaldeityoffood)

[gladiolus-cat]

one of the things we've been enjoying recently, is taking all our ocs, and pushing them into the genshin universe lmao.

anyway, this is rina. they are a mysterious supervisor of wangsheng funeral parlour, have a weird rivalry with beidou that no one can explain, hate their brothers crazy husband (and pantalone), and are eternally tired. they also like dead animals a little more than they probably should.

(basically, wangsheng definetly collects mysterious people like candy, and almost all of the workers aren't who they seem. fight me.)

for a little backstory, they are originally from inazuma, were adopted by a clan there, ran away as a teen to become a pirate, became a crazy ass pirate captain, married their wife, settled down after a couple decades, and now they have a job. and ignore the call of the sea. and also why they don't age.

is it abyss bullshit? are they just not human? who fucking knows, not me. in dnd, they were an aasimar. idk how that would work in genshin.

anyway, this design is amazing, and we're so proud of it. we'll definetly have to draw this version of them again. and this little sheet was fun. if any of you have questions about them, we'd love to answer them!

[thefallenangelsgang]

Hee Hee Hoo Hoo just wrote some fucked up letters for my DnD campaign

[TRANSCRIPTS BELOW BREAK]

Playing an interesting take on Saltmarsh my group is affectionately calling Pirates and Parolees. Everyone in the party is a criminal out on parole except for me, a First Mate on the vessel that was supposed to give them job experience and serve as a sort of training while out on parole. We finished our first two prologue sessions (we are easing a lot of new players into DnD so we tried to take it slow) and ended with the ship being attacked by Umberlee cultists (our Quartermaster was a plant!) our captain and 7 other crew members died.

Now I am stuck in Saltmarsh with 5 parolees who's crimes range from identity theft to serial killing, my best friend (the captain) is dead, and I can't leave the Parolees without permission from the government.

For those that are familiar with my Edge of Midnight or Baldur's Gate 3 writing, or have heard me talk about my PC Wynleth Reiden, you may recognize some names on these. Wynleth is serving as an NPC in this campaign and as the main governmental contact for the characters. Her husband Zan Caimaris (who is usually dead when he is mentioned) was alive and the Captain on The Eliza Lee. He died in the Cultist Attack (or did he? *wiggles brow in Wynleth's backstory requires him to come back very sick, we'll see if my brother sticks to that though*)

My current PC, Asta Galhearth, was best friends with Zan and one of few that knew about Wynleth and Zan's relationship. He tried to save Zan from his watery grave but a Kraken got in the way of that. A kraken also killed the crew members he tried to save and then some. He's feeling really responsible about it so he resigns from the company. We'll see where this goes lmao.

[Letter 1]

Symond Larke Pride of the Gate Mercantile Seatower, Lower City, Baldur’s Gate To whom it may concern, I regret to inform you that the Eliza Lee has been lost, her cargo along with it. We were attacked off the shores of Saltmarsh, a mere quarter mile from our destination. We lost many crew to the attack, their names are listed below. Kharvas Gav -Rigger Concrete - Rigger Andor Den - Rigger Amya Den - Rigger Beacon Xath - Healer Mel Hallow - Cook Lilyore Zasebar - Cook Zan Caimaris - Captain Attached are letters written to their kin. Please dispense to their families along with their final pay. I hope it brings them some closure. Please also take this as my formal resignation from the company. I have failed my crew, my captain, and the Eliza Lee. I am no longer fit to command a crew or a vessel. I ask that you dispense my final pay to my wife as I do not know if I shall return from this journey. I have also enclosed a letter for her. The Parolees under Zan and I’s care have survived. I have contacted the Authorities and am awaiting further instruction. it was an honor to serve, Asta Galhearth

[Letter 2]

My darling wife, The ship was attacked. Zan didn’t make it. The surviving crew is stranded in Saltmarsh. I don’t know when, or if, I will be able to return home, I have resigned from the company. You should have received this letter with my final pay. I wish it was more but I cannot bear to continue to call myself a sailor with the blood on my hands. I failed them. I failed Zan. I failed you. I hope you can forgive me. I will try to write soon with updates on my journey home. Despite my exit from the company, I am still responsible for the parolees under my charge. The road ahead seems long and arduous, I long for nothing more than to feel your embrace. Pray for me, it seems I have incurred the Bitch Queen’s wrath. I will hurry along as fast as I can. Yours eternally, Asta

[Letter 3]

Wynleth Reiden Ambassador of Baldur’s Gate The High Hall, Temple District, Upper City, Baldur’s Gate Madam Ambassador, I regret to inform you that the Eliza Lee has been lost. We have lost a substantial amount of our crew, including our captain, and all of our cargo. The company has been notified and the remaining crew allowed to make their way back to Baldur’s Gate however they see fit. I have chosen to resign from my position with the company but, in reviewing the documentation, cannot cede my responsibility of the parolees taken under Captain Caimaris and I’s charge. I am looking for further instruction. I was ordered to await something concerning the parolee’s when we arrived here in Saltmarsh. We have arrived, though through unforeseen circumstances. If you are aware of any solutions to our predicament, or any clauses that allow me to shed this responsibility into more capable hands, I would be much obliged. I am completely out of my depth here and, frankly, have been since we picked them up in Waterdeep. Anxiously awaiting your response, Asta Galhearth

[Letter 4]

Wynleth, I am so sorry. I tried to save him, I really did, but I failed him. I’ll never forgive myself, Asta

[thots-and-thoughts1031]

So I’m doing a pathfinder campaign. Set in the pirate world I dreamed up last week. And I’m having a one shot for it tomorrow. And it’s with people who aren’t my normal dnd group because of previous shit and I’m looking at leaving them with my husband anyway.

But I’m nervous. It means so much to me, and I just hope it goes well. And that everyone has fun. And no one gets their feelings hurt or anything.

[three--rings]

Here’s some fairly shitty photos of my Halloween costume of an OFMD pirate, including my finished OFMD robe using the woven cotton bird fabric.

I got to plan to infiltrate a pirate ship with my dnd party while eating a homemade chocolate croissant, so I felt very Stede.

My husband is a terrible photographer and he’s holding the rest of the photos hostage (aka they refuse to send and I, the tech person, have to fix it later.)  So I might have other photos later.  Or not. 

I can also confirm that this robe is perfect for wearing around the house when it’s slightly chilly.  Very cozy.  The lining is made of bedsheet so that makes sense. 

[circlique]

Art dump! I draw way too much stuff about our DND sessions but don’t post half of it. Brief descriptions below.

1. Reiker: Formerly a non-bender who gained the power of firebending after having it granted to him by a dragon spirit for a heroic act. Prior to the incident that resulted in him becoming a bender, he was actually a part of Juno’s band of vigilante chiblockers. He now runs a training camp in the Earth Kingdom for all aspiring athletes of any skill level, bender or non-bender, believing anyone should have the chance to bring out the best in themselves.

2. Laminar: A former pirate and a bloodbender, she has been hanging around Reiker’s training camp to practice and to recruit for her and her husband, Xin Li’s...“cause.” This “cause” seems to have something to do with spreading their doctrine of utilizing all skills available to a bender--even the taboo ones--and that no bender should fear what they could be capable of. Possibly related is that she also appears to be planning some kind of attack on the Northern Water Tribe, as she believes Klo to be an illegitimate leader.

3. Toshiko: After Kelsang’s close call earlier in the campaign, I began toying with a concept for a chiblocker as a backup character. A few weeks ago I mentioned the concept to the DM and he helped me flesh her out more and RP’d a bit of her backstory with me. The concept basically boiled down to “Kate Bishop, but for Juno instead of Hawkeye.” She grew up as Fire Nation nobility, but as a non-bender knew her eventual fate was most likely to be married off as some dude’s trophy wife. She decided to take fate into her own hands, and, inspired by the stories of a non-bending vigilante folk hero named Juno, began trying to tackle petty crime in her own neighborhood. One day, she got in way over her head tailing a crime boss who was having secret dealings with her mom. While running from his goons, she accidentally stumbled upon...Juno’s ACTUAL Fire Nation training/recruiting compound in an old warehouse. Toshiko managed to blend in well enough with the chiblockers (mostly just sparring convincingly with Reiker, a fellow new recruit) until the danger passed, and then begged Juno to let her stay. Juno is not a fan of “raising children,” but Juno eventually gave Toshiko her “test” and she passed well enough.

4. Maika, probably frustrated that Kelsang is astral projecting, and thus she cannot actually smack him like she wants to.

5. A sneak peek at the big bad, Dai Lee.

6. A sneak peek at Panggu’s final form.

7. a) Maika vaguely annoyed at Juno, almost certainly in a different time. b) Klo c) Syntagma and Flamer cooking up some kind of scam and roping Kelsang into it, while Chai Li looks on with concern in the background.

[macksarts]

These pirate husbands got me in my feels all the time. Quamar landed a Captain and a DRAGON HUSBAND, nonetheless. Absolutely Amazing my lovely mans!

[theaviskullguy]

TELL ME ABOUT DND SKULL AND AVI

OKAY SO

ITLL BE UNDER A CUT BECAUSE LONG

-The campaign wrapped up, but the dm is hosting a sandbox campaign in the same setting so I'm playing them again, but older. Their skills have gotten rusty, but they're still Strong

-so, Avi! He's a tiefling paladin. Originally oath of vengeance to avenge Skull's death, and then those who've died due to the Eternal Night. He was 29 at that time (now he's 39)

-Skull is an aasimar rogue, arcane trickster. His aasimar-hood comes from being descended from the god Thor. He was raised by vikings, but somehow became a Pirate. he was 31 during the campaign, and he's 40 now.

-In the new campaign, Avi has no need to uphold his paladin oath, and so he's now a Blood Hunter. this campaign has a LOT of elements from tma and Avi was a servant of the end and the hunt- and so him being Order of the Lycan shows it

-Skull is still a rogue, but in their retirement from heroing around, they found Skull's family, and for funsies Skull learned how his family fought. So he has 2 levels in rogue 1 in barbarian

-anyways. They met by overthrowing a corrupt kingdom Avi used to serve and fell in love, getting married!!!

-Then Avi Went Missing

-and so Skull grabbed his bow, his rapier, and set off looking for him. He knew Avi was alive- as they each have a magic item that essentially lets them know if the other is alright. For Avi, it's a pendant with Skull's feathers, and for Skull, he carries the broken-off bit of Avi's horn

-Skull ended up as a pirate, sailing for a few years with his crew (composed of a changeling bard named Army, another Rogue named Aloha, a witch named Mask, a druid named Gloves, and a War domain cleric named Rider. Along with a few others)

-He became captain, but eventually the seas got too dangerous to sail. So, they parted ways.

-Skull ended up at the Hunter's Guild, where he heard Avi might've been. and so he joined the Party- which was named The Sirens, in honor of his old ship.

-They found Avi, and everything was all fine and dandy for a while, yeah?

-Wrong

-So, the Sirens had a mission to collect artefacts and return them to the guild, in an attempt to defeat the Moon Goddess and end the eternal night, which had been going on for about like. over 1000 years?

-And they had to fight an undead druid

-who ended up killing skull

-So, Avi went Feral. kinda

-he was oath of devotion, to his idea of protecting those who needed it, but in his mind, he failed it because Skull had died, in front of him. Even though there was nothing he could do

-So, he swore to avenge him, and try to bring him back. So he's now Oath of Vengeance.

-They did bring Skull back, by Avi making a deal with the goddess of death. So he's back now, yay!

-So stuff happens, too tired to get into it right now but Skull faux-betrays them after they get the last artefact and now the world is in War

-The sirens kill the person behind it after clearing things up with skull (as he hoped to deal with the cause of the night alone) and sunlight is restored!

-Avi and Skull stick around the city for a litle bit, before returning to their pirate adventures, but... the crew of the Sirens (the ship) has been whittled down

-during the battle to restore the sunlight, Army, Rider, and Gloves all lost their lives. To honor them, Skull took his dagger and carved their names on the mast.

-After a while, Avi and Skull retired, passing down leadership to Mask, and settled down in the home they had before Avi went missing. but then the Itch for adventure came back

-So now they're traveling the world, helping where they can, and just being Adventure Husbands

[last-herondale]

Behind the Barn Doors

Art commissioned by @elysixnfae @elysixndream

Here is another Dnd Drabble. I’m obsessed with them, even though in our campaign, Remi turned out betraying us.

Warnings: cursing, smut, rough smut

Hey siri, play “eat your young” by hoizer.

Enjoy!

It was strange. Like looking into a mirror, only if the mirror was showing myself aged up 20 odd years. It was my face, but smoother, more refined. There were no scarring marks around her cheeks, no dark spots or freckles from days out in the sun. Instead there was smudged makeup, and a string of pearls. The only thing I could see reflected back from my alters face was the menacing glare I was giving her in return.

“I’m going to find my husband.” She snapped, turning on her heel and slamming the barn doors behind her.

“Well,” Remi’s cool voice chimed in from behind me, “that could have gone better.”

“She’s a bitch,” i muttered, glaring at the door as if she would hear me and come running back in to fight me. It’s something I would do. But she didn’t, and that didn’t sit well with me.

“She’s you,” remi said immediately. I turned and gave him a begrudging stare. He raised his hands in self defense and gave a little laugh. “Another version of you anyway. Look, she doesn’t want to be here anymore than you want her here, so I suggest we help her find her husband and get her home.”

I rolled my eyes at Remi’s optimism. He was ever the dreamer. He could imagine the world in whatever way he wanted it, and he would stop at no lengths to get it. That’s how he was when we met. I denied him time after time again, not wanting to waste my time with a pirate. But he was consistent, and he was charming most of the time. He made me laugh, which might seem like such a little insignificant thing, but my life had little joy in it before. It made all the difference.

But that was my Remi. The man in front of me now, even though he looked exactly like him, sounded exactly like him, and even acted like him for the most part, was not the same Remi I knew. He was from another timeline, one where he died in his Xarla’s arms. Even in this familiarity, I had to remind myself that we are really strangers.

“This whole thing is a fucking mess,” I muttered. I began pacing the barn, taking little notice of Remi’s planning board in the barn.

“Thats an understatement,” Remi sighed, looking over his work. “But we’ll work this out. Somehow.”

“And what does that look like for you, exactly?” I snapped at him. I wasn’t being fair, I knew that. But this day had become something I never expected and the only thing I knew was anger. I wanted to stop, but my words slipped past my lips like venom. “Are you going to switch places with another Remi? Or are you actually selfless enough to go back to your original time to fix this whole mess?”

Remi gave an exasperated laugh, one choked off by disbelief. “Why are you acting like this is all my fault? I DIED. I Don’t see how my death could have caused this in any aspect. And excuse me for not wanting to die, I thought that for most people, that would be a pretty simple thing to want! LIFE! Does that make me an asshole for wanting that, Xarla?”

He pushed off the wall he was leaning on and came closer to me. His eyes were alight with anger, and his pale blue hair was ruffled and messy. He looked at me, his eyes searching mine, looking for some sort of familiarity. I wondered if I looked like her. Was she more beautiful? Did she have a kinder side to her that I lacked? Less damaged than I?

She must have been. If my Remi planned on leaving me— if I had pushed him to that point then there must be some difference between her and I. Here was her Remi, determined to live again to see her— to be with her again, and yet all he had to show for it was me.

Remi must have seen the turmoil in my eyes. His eyes softened a bit and he took a step forward, reaching his arm out to touch me. “Xarla—“

“Don’t,” i said in a small voice. I side stepped him and turned my back to him. “I’m not yours. You aren’t mine. We are strangers to each other. The quicker we accept that the better.”

Remi was silent for a moment. I dug my fingernails into my arms as I held myself. So much was going on. The war. Amber. And now this? How much more cruelty could the gods show? Hadn’t I suffered enough?

“Stop,” Remi’s voice cut through my thoughts. “You’re overthinking again. I Can Tell. And you know how I can tell?” I heard the movement of his footsteps against the hay as he made his way beside me. I felt his hand on my forearm, where my fingers had dug into the skin. Gently, he moved my hand away and kept it in his. I looked down to see the mixture of green and blue fingers.

“I always hated when you did that.” He murmured, using his free hand to run his finger along the half crescent marks on my skin. It sent a chill up my spine, and memories of my teenage years flooded my mind. Stolen nights on the docks with Remi. Feeling young and free for the first time in my life. And then the memory of watching his ship set sail for the final time…

I pushed him away, shoving his ass so hard he fell onto the ground. He looked up at me bewildered, shock and anger plastered on his face.

“I AM NOT YOURS!” I bellowed. I didn’t care if the others could hear me from the house. I didn’t care if we’d get in trouble. I didn’t care. “I am not your Xarla! Whatever fairytale you fell in love with— IM NOT HER! I’m not put together like that Xarla that just left. I’m not educated or domesticated or anything that’s worth holding on to! You have your life, you have what you want, so why not just go? Go live your life, go find your Xarla. But do not pretend that you know anything about me. If my Remi had the common sense to want an out, then you should too.”

“Do you think I stayed with her because it was easy?” Remi asked angrily as he picked himself off of the ground. “She didn’t leave with me either, you know? That night I asked you to run away with me, you didn’t did you?” Remi took my silence as an answer and continued.

“We fought all the time. We broke up. But that’s just life! Sometimes you have to fight for what you want, and I knew from the day I met you, that I wanted you.” He took a few steps forward, his expression fierce and angry.

“And you wanted me too. No matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise, no matter how much you try to convince yourself you don’t deserve to be happy, I believed in us, Xarla. I still do. I know now what your Remi didn’t understand. That you are worth all of it.”

He stopped a few feet away from me. He stared me down, determination furrowed his brow as he bore into my eyes. My heart ached at his words. Despite everything, even if he wasn’t my Remi, he was still Remi. All of the little things I loved about him, I could see now.

“You think of yourself as this broken little girl, one who is so powerless to her own fate, but you fail to see how strong you really are. You may not be the Xarla I fell in love with, but you are more like her than you know. Definitely more like her than the version of you that just walked out of this barn. And I’m here now. Nowhere else but here with you now and for god’s sake I want to help you Xarla. No matter where this path takes us, I want to do it with you. Please, just let me be there for you. Let us do this together.”

I couldn’t look at him. I kept my eyes on the barn floor, fighting back the tears that wanted to fall. Suddenly I felt a firm hand grip my chin and pull my face up until I was looking up at his blue eyes. A tear fell down my face as I fought the urge to punch him.

“Fuck you,” I muttered, feeling my voice waiver as he kept his grip on my chin. Remi’s eyes were soft, as he looked deep into my eyes. He took a step closer, closing the distance between us ever further. “Xarla…” I could feel his breath on my throat as he tilted my chin upwards, exposing my neck to his lips.

I should stop him. I wanted to stop him. But the moment his lips touched my skin I all but melted under his touch. It was familiar in the most unusual way possible. He kept his grip on my chin as he kissed my neck, his teeth grazed my skin as he bit down a bit hard, bringing a shock of pain to my senses. A sound escaped my mouth, and this seemed to spur him on even more. He continued toying with my neck, and I was growing impatient with his tricks.

My hand found the back of his neck as I pulled him closer, hissing a bit in his ear as our faces danced inches apart. It was a battle of wills. Who would cave first?

“God, I’ve missed this,” he said playfully as his free hand gripped my waist and forcefully pulled me closer. I felt his fingers at the hem of my shirt and noted the look of hunger in his eyes. Heat fluttered through my stomach. I don’t think that my Remi ever looked at me the way this Remi was looking at me now. It was a look of desire, of pure longing, and a hint of something else that I could not detect.

His hand moved from my chin to the back of my neck. I could feel his hand tremble slightly. His will was weakening. Or maybe mine was as well. I forgot how nice it felt to be wanted. To be desired. He made it easy to lose myself in desire. I was still holding back, I felt it in my body. He brushed the back of my neck with his thumb and with that I let go of any restraint I was holding.

His hand pulled me closer to him until our lips crashed together in painful desperation. My fingers tangled up into his hair, loving the feel of his curls between my fingertips. I gave him a playful tug, causing his head to pull away from my lips for a moment and he made a noise that was halfway between a groan and a snarl.

His gaze darkened as he bore into my eyes again. “If you pull me away again,” he said darkly, dipping his face into the crook of my neck where he applied generous, if not possessive attention with his lips and teeth, “Ill make you regret it.”

His words reverberated off of my skin as I tiled my head back, giving him more access to my neck. His hands slid up my shirt, his fingernails gently dragging on my waist. “I’d like— to see you try, Mistmorn,” I challenged him between breaths. His eyes flicked up at me momentarily, a wicked playfulness danced in his eyes.

“Okay,” he murmured against my ear, “I did warn you…”

Suddenly I was being hoisted up by two strong arms. It wasn’t a habit I was familiar with, most people wouldn’t even dare of lifting me up, let alone trying. But Remi did so with grace and agility. He lifted me by my waist, and used one hand to trail down my hip and force my leg around his hip. He gripped me tightly as he kissed me again, walking me backwards as his tongue explored my mouth in delirious delight.

Suddenly I felt the wind knocked out of me as he shoved me against the barn wall. Dust and shards of wood fell around me as Remi pinned me up against the wall. He was strong, more so that I ever cared to admit. He handled me forcefully, and I hate to admit that I kind of liked it. A sound of pleasure escaped my lips and this egged him on even more.

He slid one of his long legs between mine, anchoring me to him. Heat rose in my stomach and I gasped as he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head back against the wall. He bit at my neck, then kissed the spot gently, taking time with his lips and tongue until my head was a dizzy mess.

His tongue trailed up the side of my face slowly, until his teeth were grazing my earlobe. I shivered under his grasp and I heard a low chuckle emanate from his chest. “All this strength, all this muscle,” he murmured, nipping at my ear, “and yet— look how you tremble for me.” He rutted the leg that supported me and the sensation that jolted through my body made me stifle a noise. He did it again, and I gripped his shoulders as my body reacted to him.

“You’re such— a cocky bastard,” I said a bit breathlessly. Remi chuckled again and tilted his head playfully, still moving his leg in that dangerous place. “Oh sweetheart,” he crooned, his hands found the hem of my shirt as he began to slowly lift it up and over my head. His pupils seemed blown wide once the top half of me was bare. “Let me show you just how cocky I can be,” he murmured in my ear.

He hoisted me up again, removing me from the wall and tossing me into a pile of hay. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but my attention was drawn to him sauntering over, his eyes greedily watching me as I caught my breath. The air hit my exposed chest and I felt the chill of my excitement as he began to slowly unbutton his white shirt. He let his shirt fall to the floor and his blue skin was beautiful in the strips of sunsetting light that passed through the boards.

He inched himself closer, standing over me for a minute, the dark silhouette was all I could see and for a moment I realized how wrong this was. He was the shadow of the man I was with. He wasn’t mine… I didn’t know who he was. Suddenly Remi was on his knees, his hair tousled and eyes dark as he looked at me.

“You’re overthinking again, aren’t you?” He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. I straightened up in my spot in the hay, about to respond when he gently took a hold of my boot and began to unlace it. “I don’t want you to think,” remi murmured as he removed one shoe and got to work on the other. He kept eye contact with me as he did so.

Once he finished with my boots, he inched his way ever closer, crawling on his hands and knees until he was damn near up against me, between my legs. He kept his eyes on me still, and my stomach fluttered as his hands trailed down my neck, down my chest and rested at the bottom of my waist where the buttons of my pants rested.

“I want you, Xarla. Let me— make you feel good,” Remi murmured as he began to shimmy my pants down my legs. I let him remove my clothes. Despite all of the screaming alarms in my head that told me to stop, it was much easier to lose myself in the desire. I had felt so shitty for so long… couldn’t I bare just one night of ignorant bliss? Even if it might shatter me in the morning?

The sound of Remi’s belt unbuckling pulled me out of my revere. I watched, mesmerized like it was the first time, which I suppose it technically was for us, as his full figure was before me. He leaned over me, running a hand over my waist until he cupped one of my breasts. I was laying against the hay, my hair a tangled mess as he looked down at me and caressed my face with his other hand.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered, his lips traced the outline of my jaw. I could feel the length of him between my legs as his chest hovered over mine. I let my hands drift up his chest until they wrapped around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. This one was slow, and intimate. The hunger, the desperation was gone. Now there was only the want. He placed a steady hand on my hip, his lips parting from mine for a moment as he searched my face.

There was uncertainty in his eyes for the first time that night. The spoken question. “Are you sure?” I don’t think I was sure, about anything anymore. The world was as confusing as ever, my place in it even more so. All I knew was that I wanted to feel something, I wanted to be happy, even for one small second. I flashed him a wicked grin, and drug my hips against his for a moment, teasing his excitement with my own, making him hiss out a breath.

He laughed and then kissed me once again, a sweet little gesture as he moved his hand down my leg. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured as he moved my leg ever so slightly to the side, his fingers traveling up my thigh in a horribly slow pace. Slowly, almost experimentally, he pushed himself inside of me. We both reacted to the touch, his hand tightened on my thigh as my fingernails gripped his shoulders.

“Gods,” he groaned against my neck. He continued a slow pace, one that was driving me absolutely insane. I watched as his chest rose and fell, a perfect blue sculpture of a man, and he was all mine. I let my hands leave his shoulders and travel down his chest, running my nails down his skin ever so gently. He exhaled in a beautiful way, and his pace began to quicken.

I murmured his name as he began to lose control over himself. The bundle of heat at my core was rising and I felt like everything was starting to slip away into delirium. I closed my eyes for a moment, losing myself in the feeling of him, of us. But then his hand gripped my chin and my eyes flew open as he stared down at me dangerously, his pace only slowing momentarily.

“No,” he said breathlessly, his hips still pounding against mine, “I need you to look at me pretty girl, I need— fuck,” he said as his control was slipping further. His head dipped towards mine until our foreheads were touching. His movements grew slower, agonizingly so. I lifted his chin this time, forcing his eyes to settle on mine. His blue eyes were blown wide, his forehead beaded with sweat as he continued to fuck me in the stale air of the barn.

I moved a section of his hair out of his face and caressed the side of his cheek. It was a gently, but forceful action. I wanted him to understand—I wanted to make myself understand. Even if he wasn’t my Remi, the one I fell in love with, by all accounts, he still was Remi.

“I see you, Remi. I— only see you.”

His movement faltered for a moment, his hips going forward into me, filling me with all of him as he stayed there, his gaze the softest I’d ever seen. Tears glazed his eyes as he smiled sweetly, tipping his forehead to mine once again. He kissed me, slow and passionately as he began to move again. His lips did not leave mine. His hands explored every inch of my chest in wild desperation as his pace quickened and quickened. His movements became sloppier and his breathing became labored. He was close.

Although my own release wasn’t quite there, seeing him unravel before me filled me with wild pleasure. I whispered sweet words to him, dragging my nails across his back as I felt him finally unravel in pleasure. He said my name over and over again as he finished, murmuring it in the crook of my neck as he laid over me. He laid beside me in the hay, wrapping one of his long arms around me and pulling me close. I put my head on his chest and felt the rapid beating as he caught his breath. He nuzzled his head into my hair, kissing my forehead with such gentleness.

“I love you,” he murmured against my hair. The words made my body freeze. My Remi had never told me he loved me. Maybe this was supposed to make me feel happy, but it didn’t. It made me feel oddly hollow and empty. I had no doubt he meant those words, but I felt it deep in my gut that he did not mean those words for me.

Rather than respond, I just nuzzled my head on his bare chest and placed a kiss there. Our skin touched each other, and he held me close until he fell asleep. I stayed up, listening to the sound of his beating heart until morning.

[akagami-no-rae]

Doodles on my dnd notes

Fibi the awakened mouse alchemist begins her adventure and it was a TON of fun. Fibi got a couple people at the tavern to join her in investigating the smell coming from the sewers. They still don’t know where the stench is coming from but, unrelated, a sketchy guy in the town square was giving away bags of gold if you took home one of his weird packages. The packages each contained… a human body part! But that’s probably unrelated to the smell 🥴 (my husband plays the guy with the pirate hat and I made him carry my character because she was short and trudging waist deep through the sewage sludge.)

[dungeonsandblorbos]

Welcome and Tag Masterlist

hello and welcome! i love playing TTRPGs, and as it says in the bio, i have Too Many Thoughts about my PCs from my various campaigns to keep them to myself anymore. so i made this sideblog to infodump about my beloved PC blorbos!

as a general note, this is not a family-friendly blog. there's a lot of adult language, adult themes, and written descriptions of TTRPG violence that can at times get pretty gorey. i do tag potential triggers by the specific post and try hide more triggering parts of posts under cuts, but i am only one human. please feel free to let me know (either publicly or privately) if i missed a trigger tag or if there is something you would like me to tag for!

also please feel free to send me asks about any of the characters or campaigns, or even just TTRPG things in general. i love these topics and will gladly take any opportunity to chat about them!

finally. there's a lot of blorbos on this blog, and a lot of NPCs, and a lot of campaigns, and a lot of tags, so under the cut here is a handy little guide to help keep them all straight!*

*disclaimer: nothing and no one here is straight. i am incapable of making characters and stories that aren't queer and so are most of the people i play with.

without further ado, the campaigns! i will probably be redoing my campaign intros and character intros at some point, and will add the links for those once completed. these are listed as Campaign Title, System Used, in reverse chronological order.

Curse of Strahd, DnD 5e my current obsession. this is a heavily homebrewed version of Curse of Strahd (like, we're talking a good 80% or more homebrew) DMed by my husband, @somethingclevermahogony. it's all of your dark queer gothic horror dreams come true! this campaign is just absolutely chalk full of dead doves like body horror, child abuse and death (almost entirely off-screen), animal cruelty, body horror, gallows humor, cannibalism, oh my god so much gore, and body horror. but don't let that get you down; there's also a lot of very funny and very heartwarming moments in this campaign and the worldbuilding our DM does is so fucking cool. this is also technically two campaigns, as we have both a present day game with two PCs, based on the Curse of Strahd book, and a prequel campaign with just me as a player, which delves into some of the history around when Barovia was first closed off from the rest of Faerun, roughly 400 years before the main campaign. in the present day, i play a human tempest cleric named Cerris Dalca Tempescu, who is just so very very tired. our other PC is Shalden Broadfist, a purple half-orc paladin who serves a desert worm cult. our party is rounded out with a couple of NPCs; Vasillica, a flesh golem made out of pieces of the bodies and souls of at least a dozen different people by an insane angel, and Milo, an adorable little klepto halfling boy who used to be the Bagman and still has Bagman powers. in the prequel, i play Kire Dalca, a human eldritch knight fighter who came to Barovia as part of the original war effort against Strahd and then got trapped in Barovia. coincidentally, she's Cerris's many many greats aunt and she's also so very very tired (and maybe pregnant shhh). the tag for the present day campaign is #curse of strahd homebrew, and the prequel is #curse of strahd prequel, and you can find them both or general CoS things under #curse of strahd. recurring character tags include #cerris tempescu for my cleric, #shalden broadfist for my companion PC, #ireena my beloved for (of course) the brilliant NPC Ireena Kolyana, #meow meow milo and #the bagman for Milo, and #kire dalca for my fighter. pretty soon there will also probably be tags for the secondary PCs we made as backup characters in case our first PCs die, as they have actually both been introduced in canon now.

Hot Gay Pirates in Your Area! Avatar Legends: The RPG my other current campaign, with my college TTRPG group (which includes my husband as a player). it's set in the world of Avatar: The Last Airbender, during the era of Kyoshi. specifically, it's late summer in 250BG (Before Genocide). there are some promised darker elements, as well as a lot of enemy deaths, due to the nature of this campaign, but overall it's a very fun, chaotic, and queer story! we play as a party of pirates/smugglers on a small ship called The Confusion, working for the Ruike clan, a coastal Fire Nation crime family. our total ship crew currently numbers 10, with four PCs, but it might very well get bigger given that we started with a crew of 9. i play Aila Ruike, granddaughter of the head of the clan and heir apparent after her father. she serves as The Confusion's sort of second in command, and is a talented firebender and swordswoman, though she's much better at environmental control and defense than offense. she's stoic and stern and kind of mean in a hot way, and has two priorities in life: upholding her family honor and taking care of her team. my husband plays Bo of the Foggy Swamp Tribe, a waterbender who ran away from home to avoid the pressures and responsibility of leadership. he's flirty and silly and a little bit vicious in battle (his bending style is based on the US "boxing" style rough-and-tumble), and pretends to be a lot dumber than he actually is. we also have Onartok of the Southern Water Tribe, a sweet but naïve waterbender prince who, like Bo, ran away from home to avoid the pressures of leadership. before joining the crew, he was "roommates" with Aila's cousin Jai. and finally, the enigmatic Lì, a former EK child soldier who ran away from the army and is now a fabulous genderfluid pirate who goes off on violent side-quests with Aila while the waterbenders are doing nice people side-quests. tags for this campaign include #hot gay pirates in your area!, #our ship is called the confusion for a reason, #atla, and #aila ruike.

Acquisitions, Incorporated: Cauldron & Kettle Questing Company, DnD 5e this was our second campaign with our college TTRPG group, and was a fun romp set in the world of Acquisitions, Inc., an actual play podcast by Penny Arcade based around the idea of "classic adventuring parties but make it capitalism." it was primarily played out of the official Acquisitions, Inc., playbook, with some additional homebrew expansions and a nice little extra homebrew arc on the end that introduced us to the incredible chaos of the D10,000 wild magic table. we played as the Cauldron & Kettle Questing Co., a subsidiary branch of the larger Acq Inc. corporation, based in Phandalin. at our branch, we also owned a tea shop named the Cauldron & Kettle Cafe, and we had a steam-powered teapot-shaped vehicle dubbed the Tea Trolley. this campaign accidentally ended up going very hard on the found family vibes. i played Jun Vyardes, a half-elf light cleric/bard, travelling priestess of the fire and revelry goddess Vestia. she's very devoted to her found family, and after a life of wandering, is finally starting to learn how to settle down and grow roots. my husband played Tim Cobbletoss, a half-orc barbarian primarily raised by a blind halfling woman, so in personality he's basically a british grandma with occasional anger issues. he and Jun share a human father we affectionately referred to as Daddy Bard, who is such a terrible father that complaining about him is actually part of how these two started bonding. we also had Briny (played by the same person as Onartok), a goblinoid blood hunter who likes shells and the ocean and gambling even though they don't actually know anything about gambling; and Taku (played by the same person as Lì), a whooping crane aarakocra monk who is very smart and powerful and unfortunately also fragile, and whom Jun regarded as a little brother and became very protective of. tags for this campaign include #acquisitions incorporated, #Cauldron & Kettle Questing Co., #bard is only one letter away from bad (for Daddy Bard nonsense), #jun vyardes, and #tim and jun.

The Orphic Uprising and The Amazonomachy, Cypher these were two continuous arcs that together formed the first campaign with our college TTRPG group. they were set in the world of Percy Jackson and the Olympians, so we sometimes refer to them collectively as the PJO campaign. we played as a group of Camp Half-Blood kids, all in their late teens by the end of the story. in The Orphic Uprising, it was a group of four of us sent on a prophecy quest to the Underworld to rescue Dionysus and prevent the children of Nyx's attempted takeover of Olympus. in the Amazonomachy, it was a group of five sent out to prevent the Amazons' attempted takeover of Olympus, because apparently Olympus just cannot catch a break! i played Nina Grayson, daughter of Nike, a talented gymnast, dancer, and rock-climber lowkey obsessed with victory and willing to fight a little dirty if that's what it took to win. i had a lot of fun with her mechanically, as she was basically an unkillable damage- and debuff-dealing machine--she just, ya know, also didn't really have any social skills and was very much a himbo. iconic himbo acts of hers include solving a puzzle by punching a horse statue in the face, getting set on fire and then putting it out by drenching herself in monster blood, solving a locked door problem by punching the lock open, splitting the party to go undercover with the Amazons without telling her friends she was only fake-betraying them, and punching a bitchy goddess so hard it temporarily killed her. i love her. at some point she acquired the nickname Larry. my husband played Chuck Hickey, an Italian-American son of Dionysus who lived on his grandparents' vineyard who really embraced the chaotic side of his godly heritage. silly and goofy but also a talented battle strategist, highly charismatic, and capable of turning into a fire-breathing leopard. cause, ya know, Dionysus. the other character present for both arcs was Beatrice Starveling, a NY-based daughter of Apollo raised by her two gay dads. she was an incredible performer, a true bardic legend, and alongside Chuck, played a key part in helping Nina come out of her shell. for The Orphic Uprising, our final party member was . . . i gotta be honest i don't remember his name, just that he was kind of an obnoxious Mary Sue type son of Aphrodite, who the rest of us all had a grand time poking fun at and complaining about when the player did not return for the second arc. for The Amazonomachy, we welcomed two new players and their PCs, Bryce (played by the same person as Onartok and Briny) and Murph (played by the same person as Lì and Taku). Bryce was a dumbass (affectionate) son of Eros who was sweet and well-meaning but generally clueless, and somehow had really good game with the ladies. Murph was a son of Epimetheus (hindsight), a surfer bro and himbo extraordinaire with amazing luck and an incredible knack for having just the right tool for the job, somehow. tags for this campaign include #confusion crew, #the orphic uprising, #the amazonomachy, and #nina grayson.

North Pines Camp, Monster of the Week, and Grovington College, Demon Hunters: A Comedy of Terrors these two campaigns were my first dives into TTRPGs, both with the same GM and both with slightly altered versions of the same PC for me, so the GM and i had a few fun inside jokes and callbacks during the second one. these were played before i met my husband and before i got good at note-taking, so my memory of them is very hazy. tbh any content posted about these two will be undetailed, completely out of context, and full of holes, but the basic shenanigans are still very fun to look back on. North Pines Camp was a kids' summer camp in ?????, built on top of what used to be monster-hunter training grounds. our PCs were all camp employees, and our main goal was typically to keep the kids safe (or rescue them) from whatever ~monster of the week~ showed up to wreak havoc. there was a deeper mystery element running through it, about what happened to the old monster-hunter camp here, but we never got far enough into the story to really get anywhere with it. Grovington College was a decently sized college with greek life located in Grovington, ?????, USA; it housed a chapter of the Brotherhood, a demon/monster-slaying organization. our PCs were all members of this chapter, tasked with taking care of various demon and monster problems around campus and the town as a whole, in between doing college student/professor things. in these campaigns, i played Indigo Sullivan, a queer psychic with both a caffeine and an attitude problem. technically they were two separate characters for the two campaigns, but like, the version of him that continues to roll around in my head is an amalgam of both PCs plus all the additional things i've tacked onto him as time has gone on. most of those additions can be summed up as "he's now even more queer and has even more problems." tags for these campaigns are #north pines camp, #grovington college, and #indigo sullivan.

and that is all of them, phew! that's a lot thank you for reading this all and please enjoy my blog!