#he’s also the one who put the no gfs and dnd for the rest of their lives together

[eddiessluttywaist]

the boy is mine (eddiessluttywaist's edition)

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summary: romantic night at the trailer, based off of this prompt!

pairing: bf!eddie x gf!reader

word count: 1, 944 words

content/warnings: MDNI, fluff, kissing, lots of touchy feels, a lil smutty?

a/n: creds to whoever owns and posted those ^ photos! they’re not mine, i just made the collage! also would like to credit @carolmunson for this prompt and @mrsjellymunson for tagging me! I haven’t written for eddie in so long, and this was a great way to get back into it <3 thank you! hope you enjoy my contribution <3

You basked in the scent of Eddie’s bedding, how he was ingrained into each and every fiber. Every motion, every shift of the sheets, you could smell him. He had foolishly left you to your own devices in his bedroom (which was surprising since the last time he did that, you almost dared touch his Sweetheart) so you indulged.

You curled up in the sprawling mess of blankets and sheets then grabbed the small throw pillow you had embroidered for him and buried your face in it. It was a delicate, pretty, little thing that stood out in his room even with its DnD theme, but he loved it. He loved that you made it, that you put so much effort into it just for him, so he slept with it every night. Unfamiliar with the concept of purely decorative pillows, he didn’t realize most people tucked such things off to the side before getting into bed each night. So, it smelled like cigarettes, convenience store aftershave, and his shampoo. The scent filled you with dizzying affection, only pulling it away from your face to then hug it to your chest as he walked back into his room.

“I ran out of, like, nice cups. This okay?” he asked as he blew into one of the mugs and then used the bottom of his shirt to wipe it down. He was planning on cleaning those cartoon-themed cups properly for some absurdly fancy hot chocolate you had brought back from your family vacation. He was even planning on making another case for not wasting it on him, but, of course, his attention strayed easily when you were in his bed.

When his gaze finally fell on you, a lazy smile quirked up one side of his mouth. The handles of the mugs hung off the curl of his fingers which rested against his hips now as he took in the sight of you. He tilted his head to put it at the same angle as yours, his favorite pillow in your arms. You were an unbelievably endearing sight. The love that filled him was fluttery and overwhelming.

“And who said you could hold my favorite pillow?” He teased, sauntering over to the bed.

“I made it,” you scoffed with a smile.

He hums lazily in response, that crooked grin still hanging around as he shoved at the clutter on his bedside table. He picked up a small notebook, brow furrowed as he observed it only to haphazardly toss it towards his dresser to make more room. It was that or your tub of Betty Crocker, and he knew better.

You stared at his forearms, drinking in the movement of the musculature underneath. The warmth of his bedside lamp made it even better to watch the lines and curves of his tattoos beneath its comforting, golden light. How could something so simple be so beautiful? Your focus then trailed to the perfect structure of his hands as the mugs slid down his fingers. The ceramic cups clinked against the surface of the old table.

“I think as the creator, I have some right to hold it too,” you continued to make your case while he crawled into bed with you, giving you that subtle mischievous look he always got when he was toying with you.

His strong arms wrapped around you to secure you closer to him.

“I worked very hard on it, y’know.”

Eddie let out an “Is that right?” kind of sound, the texture of his jeans scratching against the bedding. He pulled you into him with such a desperate need to squish you as close as possible as if he thought you might be leaving soon. Those brown curls tickled your jaw while he nuzzled the side of your neck, audibly breathing you in.

“And it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to embroider all that Dungeons and—”

He finally pulled back to cut you off, smushing his face against yours in a way that made you giggle. Eddie’s kisses were always lazy and sloppy this late at night, but you loved them that way. His lips were warm albeit a bit rough from all the anxious biting that he abused them with. A pleased hum left him and vibrated deep in his throat, his large hands encasing the sides of your face and his fingers tangling in your hair. His rings would probably tug a strand or two when he pulled them away, but you couldn’t be bothered to care.

The way your body relaxed reassured him, and he slid his arms down to pull you in again so your stomach could be flat against his own. Then, he let out a small chuckle when he had to separate from you to pluck the throw pillow out from between you. Eddie placed it elsewhere with emphasized tenderness while you stared at those ruddy lips that you missed already.

“Pillow was in the way,” he murmured in a low tone, kissing you back as you pulled him in for a few more pecks.

“And here I was thinking you were starting to love it more than me.”

“Aw, now don’t be like that. You know that’s not true,” Eddie drawled, grinning over that unconvincing little pout you gave him.

He sat back on his legs to move the bedding out of his way, then pulled you forward by your thighs which he readily settled in between. There was nothing he wanted more than to be thoroughly pressed against you. It wasn’t even about sex, at least not always. He just loved the feeling of you being so close to him. The softness of your stomach against his taut abdomen. The plushness of your chest pressed against the flat planes of his own. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love the way your bodies fit together too, but he’d melt into you if he could.

Eddie was the type to lean into you while you were walking together, ending up so close that his wallet chain would keep bumping against you. He always sought out your hand to hold or your shoulders for him to drape his arm across (which of course always ended up with him folding you into him so your face would press against a Hellfire symbol or band name, and he could settle his chin on the top of your head). 

“I don’t think I believe you.”

You crossed your arms, failing to keep up with your façade, especially with that smile and those dimples.

“Well then, my dramatic lil lady,” He spoke with that same theatrical cadence that he used during campaigns, his brow furrowed with determination. You groaned over the incoming mawkishness, rolling your gaze up to the ceiling and smiling to the point that the apples of your cheeks ached.

“I suppose I must convince you.”

His hand settled on the side of your neck, thumb brushing against the center of your throat as he dipped down for another kiss.

“You’re so corny,” you laughed against his lips. 

“And you… taste like vanilla,” he sighed, laughing with you after.

“Mm, well, that is the work of Ms. Betty Crocker,” you smiled up at him, gently tapping his nose. “Speaking of…”

Eddie groaned, mentally cursing himself for even bringing it up as you squirmed out from underneath him to grab the container from behind the abandoned mugs. He watched you intently while you sucked a scoop of frosting off your finger. When you met his gaze, he gave you a cheeky grin that he failed to conceal by biting his lip and then wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“You’re a child,” you snorted, reaching out to tap some frosting onto the tip of his nose.

“And you’re devastating,” he countered in a voice so sickeningly saccharine with love that you wiped the frosting right back off. He caught your hand and sucked the sugar from the pad of your thumb before you could fully pull back.

“Who knew the local bad boy could be such a softie,” you teased softly, scooping some more frosting to feed it to him. Eddie playfully bit down just enough to make you laugh.

“I believe you mean ‘the local freak.’”

“Mm, tomato, tomahto,” you shrugged, lapping up some more frosting off your finger. His rich umber eyes seemed to glitter in the dull lighting, his pupils dilating. You looked up at him through your lashes when you felt his stare.

“We’re gonna have a problem if you keep doing that,” Eddie’s voice was rough even as he smiled over you.

“What?” you laughed, full of faux innocence. He just smirked. “No, what?”

“You know what.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” you shrug, going to scoop some more frosting out when he snags the tub from you.

“Wh— hey!”

You already missed his warmth when he sank back onto folded legs, dipping his forefinger into the tub.

“You’re gonna get your rings all sticky,”

You blushed when that made him cackle, but you at least got the comfort of his body again as he hunched over you. His smile was tangible against the side of your neck, his hair tickling you again.

“Not the only thing that—”

“Eddie, shu-u-ush,” you laughed, and he flattened himself on top of you again, leaving tacky, sugary kisses on your neck while you pried the vanilla frosting from his hand. He gave up on keeping it from you, happy to have a free hand again to seek out your waist with.

Holding the container with one hand, you arched your other arm over him to scoop just one more—you swore just one more! —fingertip of frosting, but he was pulling back before you could even dip into it.

“Gimme that—”

“So rude taking things from me today,” you tutted, watching with a pout as he fed himself some of your treat.

“Have to have you all to myself,” he mimicked some toxic-alpha-dude-type bravado, but he couldn’t even get through it without chuckling at the end.

Eddie prodded at the dwindling supply of Betty Crocker’s then tossed the container back onto his bedside table. But you reached out to catch his wrist and brought his index finger to your mouth before he could bring it to his own.

He groaned, leaning onto one elbow while he gawked at you. His full lips parted at the sight of you, his thumb brushing against your cheek as you sucked on his finger. Damn.

“You never play fair.”

“And you like that,” you stated proudly once he slid his finger back out of your mouth.

“Course I do,” he grunted, sliding the pad of his thumb over your lower lip. “May have taken a few attempts to graduate, but I’m not that dumb.”

Your following giggle was breathy and fleeting as you sunk into the tension filling the room. You took in the growing heat in his gaze that tracked his thumb while it hooked your bottom lip. He mimicked opening his own mouth as you did so without even being asked, making him smile and drag his tongue over his lip. He slid his pointer finger down your tongue again, letting it trail down until he was holding your chin between his curled finger and thumb. Keeping your chin down and lips parted, he leaned in. The kiss was firmer—more determined—and desperate. He was putting every ounce of his desire into you, and this time you were the one melting. You felt like you were sinking deeper into that old mattress, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him with you.

[tabletopbrainrot]

Haven't posted in a while, but feel like rambling

Lancer: ???

Nothing to report, DM's been busy so we're still in a dark maintenance shaft about to get jumped by IPSN Special Forces

D&D: Sunday

I feel like I've mentioned some of this but we've been stumbling around some half forgotten cave network trying to get to the Underdark to try and reestablish communication between a Dwarven Hold under siege, and a Drow City they used to be on good terms with. Turns out the Drow are also kinda under siege from what is basically The Silence (yes British scifi fans those guys) so we've been doing the Adventurer thing of trying to shift local politics and gain favor to make the Drow less.... Prickly let's say prickly that's probably a safer way to put it.

In the process we've been on the hunt for a missing person, met my younger doppelganger and his harem, and his army that plans to unite the Drow under a single banner go to war with the surface and darken the sun, and stumbled upon a multi million year old temple to a universal karmic force that is a prison for a star/God eating GOO and went along with our wizard's doppelganger's plan to recharge the prison keeping the GOO weakened.

Now that we're up to speed, it turns out that the reason my Doppelganger gave up the prisoner so easy was that the person was already converted to the cause, and was going back to try and build support within the city itself, our Patron* wants to solidify her power block by having us go find some missing jewels used to power an ancient forge, I had a chat with Lolth who wanted me to go straighten out the local church/cult in her name. Which I was tempted to do anyway which lead to a fun conversation between two people that barely understand religion trying to meet a middle ground that makes everyone happy including a God and local politicians (who were totally ready to crush the church/cult for being too over zealous to please Lolth).

I also left my Barovian Vampire GF in charge of keeping tabs on the insurgent cult of my Doppelganger in the city while we're gone, this won't have negative repercussions because I didn't specify non-lethal methods of handling things if they start moving..... Oops/s

Also during the wrap-up in the city before going artifact hunting our Shadow Monk split the party and had to fight his Doppelganger, who might actually be a more terrifying war criminal than he is because he barely made it back with any HP left...

Also we stumbled across a version of Blackrazor, it's kinda a dick(Threw me across a room for being too lawful apparently, which is hilarious because I'm about as lawful as Eddie and Chavo Guerrero). The hunt for the forge crystals continues this coming Sunday.

DnD: Tuesday

That whole thing with the Illithid Roman empire? Resolved, we took the capital and killed the Senate while Julius took care of other political rivals off screen. Had a big fight with a GIANT half dead brain(Romulus and Remus), had a long rest but were down a player so the DM kinda bottle episoded us.

The session started with us getting vaporized and waking up in a sci-fi prison cell, after a few minutes of trying to brute force our way out and discovering just how depowered we were in this strange place we're following vague clues and running from something called a Lesser Inevitability, that the prison set loose after us for breaking out of high security lock up. Turns out we're on the moon(the real one not the fake moon hiding behind this one) and the entity giving us directions? The Sun, which is apparently a entity that exists to monitor the progress of our world and report any changes that need to be made to the AO3 writers guild that monitors the universe.

So while holding off the Lesser Inevitability we poke around the computers in this place, get some information on Solomon turns out he was the last person that this place took care of before they pulled everyone out and left the Suns as the sol(heh heh) moderator for this location. We also reported a hag that's been a thorn in our side for hacking writers guild system, so she's locked out of her fate changing bullshit which will make dealing with her much easier.

The session ends with us fighting our way to a legally distinct Stargate and teleporting back to the Capital for a long rest, after which we're gonna have to make a decision on what our next set of goals are. It's looking like the plan is try to and remove the stick out of Morgana's ass by filling the void left by having her emotions ripped out by stealing the emotions from an undead doppelganger of her that the sorcerer accidentally wished into existence with a loosely interpreted "I wish Morgana was dead" wish she got after helping kill a star creature. But first we gotta learn how they removed her emotions in the first place, then we gotta do it to a dracolich... Also gotta find Morgana again and hope she didn't do anything unwise with a sword that severs concepts after her freak out during an intervention her son hosted.

Isn't tabletop fun?

As always, if anyone for some reason reads this and wants more information ask away.

[quadratic-shipping]

Kay, new icon is Vriska’s dice cause the gradient was lame, and every Vriska blog halfway to sunday has already had every photo of her face as their icon twice. It also works cause of yknow liking dnd and stuff. one thing I really liked about my last vriska pic one was the negative space made it feel like it popped and I feel like this one has sort of the same thing going for it. Wow, it can be that deep. I’m just rambling cause it’s 3am and yet again I have stayed up this long. I can;t wait til it’s winter again so I can force myself back into a normal sleep schedule. I stayed up all night a couple nights ago, and that gave me one decent night of sleep so I might just try that again tonight. Rest put under the readmore because it’s irrelevant and sleep deprived rambling I wouldn’t dare subject my beautiful followers and browsers to.

While I’m here, posting a late night thing no one will see or interact with; thank god; I was cleaning and I came across one of those neck warmer things that legit just a tube you pull up your face to keep your nose from freezing off because Canada Winters, I never can use them because I always fog up my glasses, and I just wanted to say that Niqabi gals with glasses are so brave? Legit if I had to deal with my glasses fogging up I’d die, I’d rather lose my nose to frostbite than fog them up (like I go outside enough loll) so for them to deal with that everyday is like, legendary. I mean, I guess if you were pretty antisocial you wouldn’t have to deal with it much but still, point totally stands. 

While we’re on the positivity train? Lesbians? y’all really like Vriska HUH? Thank you for interacting, I appreciate, yall are so valid. I’m torn between “You have good taste” jokes and “Yall will just like anything w/ vriska in it” and either way it takes too strong a stance on my own content to feel good about it. Obvs goes the same way for all the NB and Trans ppl interacting, yall are also Excellent and I appreciate yall. Obvs I’m cis so I don’t have any real godtier takes or anything abt. gender, but reading your guyss stuff is excellent please keep making it.

Uh sexuality update; Still labelling as bi, IDK if I really want to date men tho, before I actually and FINALLY get a taste of the other side; please; because I feel like the problem with my relationships re; dudes is just that I can’t just be myself, I’m just 900000% in my own head about it and not even like; trying to be idealized, idk whats going on I just have a hard time connecting w/ them and it’s defo my fault so idk bro. IDK it’s fun to have crushes but dating is BORING from my very limited experience with only guys which is why a gf would be excellent. Or girl aligned partner. I feel like maybe what I’m attracted to is like, femininity, not necessarily femmes or women. IDK bruh it’s weird. doesn’t help I can’t even figure out how to get and keep friends LOLLL it’s 3am. Sorry

Honestly before I started vrisrose posting I felt so useless yknow cause in the vriska circles there are a lot of intelligent people who understand canon better and are overall smarter and better spoken so I just felt like everything I had to say was just old hat and not very interesting. But the thing I like about VrisRose is no one else is talking about it as frequently ( I was searching the tag and my blog came up in the recco’s for blogs up top and I was very happy) so I feel like, hey, this is my niche. That one engineer of useless inventions quote: The best way to become top of your field is to specialize:, I jsut love rarepairs so much! I think it’s such a great way to approach character analysis because no one exists in a vaccum so seeing peoples interactions and what people like is so fun!!!! I say, invalidating all my personal issues lollll

CHARACTER ANALYSIS! FUCK TALKING ABOUT INTERACTIONS OR ACTIONS ON THEIR OWN OR THOUGHTS OR HC’S, I STAND BY MY ONE TAAKO ‘vriska did nothing wrong’ QUOTE; Trying to understand what characters morals, and their opinions on certain things by analyzing their opinions and interactions in canon is 500x more productive seeming to me than other things. Like, say taako’s thoughts about vriska, V and Lucretia are p similar actions wise, and he was pissed at her but that was mostly cause of the personal connections, when it doesn’t affect him Taako doesn’t seem to have any moral objections to any of the icky moral stuff; think robot planet or whatevs where they were gonna genocide the place and lup was like no and that was like the only reason he didn’t I’m pretty sure, I’m not too big brained on taako or adventurezone either so don’t take my word; So I think that Taak’s would be chill with Vriska. Another thing? The Lucretia thing was like, giving up which Taako is not ok with and Vriska thigns were about not giving up so I do legit think he would be totally coool with her, even if she were real, unless obvs she hurt one of the seven bird red robe people and their new friends.

ISN;T THAT SUCH A FUN METHOD OF CHARACTER ANALYSIS? I’m not drunk or in an altered state just tired enthusiastic and with a lot of pent up thoughts. Speaking of which, this song just came on it’s “Slowdance with you” by the Marcus Hedges Trend Orchestra and it is SOOOOO good, it’s on a vrisrezi playlist I put on bc I’m rereading song of the pyre because it was vriska day and it’s super good soo so good. It’s on loop now, legit best

Quick detours before I lay out some more hs thoughts; 

Overwatch:

-Ben “Captainplanet” came out w/ a new article and I LOVE IT so much and I want hhis job so bad I wanna get into stats so much ahhh  please so good it’s giving me a , this is crude but it’s the best way I can phrase it, a math erection. I love math so much <33333333

-The Shock, my faves, are doing well and I’m happy for them! I hope they go 7-0, I believe in them! I’m lying I am so fucking nervous for literally every match they have they’re gonna 2-5 AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Why am I so INVESTED? They technically could take first spot but that’s require titan’s to lose every match left and the shock to 7-0, but the thing is I thought that I wanted that but 

-then I watched the titans london match today, and I HATED the thought of titans losing. And losing so hard to other teams too, and I didn’t realize this but I think I do actually kinda like the titans?The thought of them not being a great team makes me sad. I think it’s like I really like them and shock as rivals, yknow, stage one and two, then this upcoming map? If Titans aren’t still Good in this meta it just sorta makes their rivalry not fun. Kismesis vibes is what I’m gonna say cause I’m TRASSSHHHHH pls stop my terrible hands from typing also if I ever saw actual ship stuff I would kill whoever made it. Like I’m not gonna check their socials or anything but if they’ve got a match against most teams I’d probs root for them. The Wolf section today was so funny lollll

-I think I might hate the London Spitfire. I have literally no reason to? I think all the players are good and I like them as people and I would never actively hate on them? But I’m like. Really mean to them in my head. I was so satisfied seeing htem lose to Florida, and Titans like IDK? Also they’re hella overrated so anticlutch jfc. Hate the franchise, love the players if that makes sense. IDK WHYYYYYYYYYYY

-Also I’m gonna miss tomorrows shock match and I’m so scared rip.

Misc: 

-Tripped backwards and somehow upturned my moms glass scale and it fell on my foot, that shit hurted.

-Oh My God I’m Projecting a million different things right now because I feel like this will not have an audience if you see this I’m begging you please don’t interact I’d die of embarassment keep the fact you’ve seen this a secret from me

HS:

-JFC song of the pyre is an excellent fic, I wish it would ever get updated it’s so fucking good guys

-I need to read more vrisrezi long form

-Non-sgrub vrisrezi is best vrisrezi

-My ideal Vrisrezi au would be like HS canon, diverge into non-sgrub and they completely fall out of touch, Killing Eve season 1, then Song of the Pyre. THAT is what I want.

-Killing eve season one and two would be an even BETTER VRISROSE AU AHHHHHH

-I once read a very good trollstuck rose but it was an eri-rose ship so basically what I want is that persons troll rose but paired with vriska. For how much I blog about it I’ve read very little vrisrose fic but almost everything I know comes from this fic. . Oh uh this is not the erirose fic that I read w trollstuck although it does unfortunately have erirose but I can excuse it when the vrisrose is this Excellent

Alright I’ve run out of hyper juice, have a nice night, sorry for posting thisssss

bye

[shinykari]

Girl Gang DND Week ~whatever: Gold Can't Buy Happiness But It Can Buy Weapons OR A Stab in the Underdark

Gold Can't Buy Happiness But It Can Buy Weapons OR A Stab in the Underdark

When last we left our heroines, they had managed to make it out of Wave Echo Cave successfully, and were on their way back to Jorenn Village, Nundro Rockseeker in tow. They met up with his brother Gundren and Sildar Halwinter at the Stonehill Inn, and were witness to a very happy family reunion.

The group let the two Rockseekers have a moment (and several mugs of ale), and passed on some of the Black Spider's papers to Sildar. He informed them that he has long suspected that Halia Thornton of the Miner's Exchange was a member of The Clasp, a continent-wide thieves' guild (among other criminal enterprises), and that this letter might help him prove it, as well as suss out the Black Spider's criminal cohorts. After this, Raina and Steady hashed out a contract with the Rockseekers, which left Daran Eldermath, the retired paladin of Bahamut, as their proxy in Jorenn to collect, quarterly, 10% of net profits of the to-be-reopened Umbradelver Mine. Gundren informed them that he didn't expect to see any profits for a few months, since they still have to clear the Mine, repair what's been broken, and hire workers, giving them a soft date of "within the year." How the group plans to get the money from Daran, he says, is up to them.

After spending another night in Jorenn, and with gold burning a hole in their pockets, the girls headed back to Westruun. They visited several shops in the Tradesmeet section of town, selling 350 gold worth of looted equipment and purchasing a Javelin of Lightning from Nellote at Nellot & Mismero’s. Callie geeked out about blacksmithing with Nanna the dragonborn armorer at Thari’s Armory, before buying a very lovely +1 shield. The group eyed some of the more expensive magical and adamantine armor, but it was unfortunately out of their price range (though Bergamot did a little snooping in order to possibly rob the place in the future). Their next stop was Armardr’s Marvelous Emporium, where the slightly shady owner, Armardr gave them a 10% discount--out of respect for a fellow thief in Bergamot--on scrolls and potions, as well as letting them know he would buy anything--ANYTHING--no questions asked. The last stop was a strange little shop called The Griffin's Oddities, manned by Derieua, an elderly human woman and her sentient(?) magical fox called Gery who acted as her inventory list. Steady purchased a small driftglobe, and spent the rest of the day sketching out her newest invention.

Shopping done, the group headed to the Temple Terrace to search out more information on the "wordless ones" who took the cleric Verana's girlfriend, Brynn Greatleaf. Callie and Raina awed the young acolyte at Bahamut's Rest, and she agreed to take them to the temple's library. Kharris was "convinced" to make use of the temple's bathing chambers, while Steady and Bergamot made their way to The Unicorn and Cock, a nearby pub. Bergamot spent most of her time eavesdropping on a pair of halfling women, one of whom seemed to believe the Margrave of Westruun was the master of the local assassin's guild, and that her next door neighbor could "take care of someone," if there was a need. Her companion didn't seem to believe her, but Bergamot made a note to check out this particular neighbor, just in case. Steady ordered a tasty meal to eat while she continued making notes on her newest invention.

Callie and Raina went to the library, where they were assisted by an elderly elf*. Between them, they deciphered the slightly confusing clue: Brynn was likely abducted by Mind Flayers and taken to the Underdark, though the librarian couldn't recall any other situation in which Illithids would kidnap sentients from the surface. Mostly, he told them, they preyed on Duergar, Drow, and Derro, who all live deep underground themselves, or on adventurers or miners who stumbled into the Underdark whether on purpose or by accident. Raina had a bit of a moment when he told them that Lady Kima of Vord had recently returned from an expedition to the Underdark, and had been recalled to Vasselheim to recover.

With some information on the Underdark on hand, they collected the now clean (and disgruntled about it) barbarian, the rogue, and the artificer, and made their way back to The Sunkissed Tavern and Inn, where they first got the job from Gundren Rockseeker. Sitting at the bar, her owl familiar next to her, was a half-orc who clearly knew Steady, and had been waiting for her to show up.

Join us next time for Feud for Thought OR Burn That Bridge When We Come To It!

XP: 700 XP for everyone, which should put you at an even 7000 AND send you all to Level 5. Please note that will increase your proficiency bonus to +3, and sometimes Roll20 is dumb and won't automatically add that. So, you might wanna double check your attacks.

Also, due to next Tuesday being July 4, there won't be a game until the week AFTER, on 11 July, same time, same place.

One more thing--you guys absolutely DO NOT have to go to the Underdark! That's one possible path for you to take, but it's by no means the only one, and technically you never promised Verana to find her gf, just that you'd ask Agatha what happened to her. I am happy to send the party wherever you want to go, be that to the Underdark, back to the sea, out into a desert, deep in the woods, whatever. I have more than one big, overarching campaign that I can slot you into at any point.

@podficcerbynight @blackestglass @freaoscanlin @screaming-towards-apotheosis @rescuemepotts

[flooparoo]

Internal dialogue

I’m probably the problem

Everything seems so good on the surface but I just have this strong feeling deep down that it’s not

Maybe I’ve being over dramatic and that I am reading too much in between the lines

But what do you do when you know something’s seriously wrong deep down yet if you voice it, you start to sound crazy?

Like, how dare you think/feel something is wrong?

But everything that is presented to you just screams WRONG yet it doesn’t look like that to others?

WAIT

Am I gaslighting myself?

I know that’s a thing that happens to people who are been traumatized but am I doing this to myself?

I can’t be gaslighting myself right?

But I think I am

Cuz I think I am seeing everything at face value and evaluating my feelings about it and then choosing to ignore it and saying that I am overreacting and it’s nothing to worry about

That he still loves you

Look, he just took you on an amazing date and you both had fun

Well yeah, up until you had part ways and he goes back to the house where he lives with another woman and her family while you’re left wondering if you’re truly the one he loves and not a side piece

He has nowhere else to go and you couldn’t just ask your family to take him in

Well yeah, but then wasn’t he given the task of finding a place for the both of you to live together after you were tired of dealing with flaking potential roommates?

Yes

Has he made any progress on that aspect?

No but he’s probably busy with work and such

Yeah but he also has time to have weekly DND sessions with his friends and do things with them that you wanted to experience with him for the first time together

He has a right to do things with his friends without me and live his own life without me always being there. We are both super busy

You are super busy. He has days where he has felt like he’s wasted the day away doing nothing while you’re over on your side trying to push yourself to do well in everything you do.

But-

And when was the last time he has spent actual time with you or made an effort to work with your schedule to go see you? Your birthday doesn’t count. In fact, when was the last time he actually surprised you at your work or school place?

There was that one time with our best friend?

The best friend thing doesn’t count. The best friend wanted to go bother you at work while he was still home. I am talking about him going out of his way to go surprise you

He doesn’t have to go surprise me. He knows that I don’t like surprises

You’re such a liar. You like the kind of surprises with the flowers and love notes and such. You don’t like having to deal with a surprise that goes sour or it’s too big and you have to fake enjoying it. Granted that rarely happens but you say you hate it to minimize the chance of disappointment or attention drawn to you

...that’s not true...

It is but anyways, back to my quality time point. When was the last time he made plans to go see you cuz he wanted to?

.....

My point, exactly. And you even made a goddamn shared email account and put your school and work on the calendar so that he can put his schedule in so you can actually plan to spend time together.

That is correct. It’s even color coded

You’re such an organizer freak. And what did he do with that email?

I don’t know if he did anything with it. I gave him all the screenshots with my info on it, even the password to my personal email so he can get into it cuz I made the birthday of the account the day we got together and the system thinks the account is for a 4 year old.

Did he put his info in?

No, he said that he didn’t know cuz he was literally waiting for the boss to call him up for his shift

Uh huh but I seem to recall that he has regular work gigs on certain days. Why can’t he put his KNOWN work schedule in? You put yours in, why can’t he do it?

I mean that is a fair point

So he lives with another woman and her family for an extended period of time, makes no effort to go spend time with you and hang out with his buddies more often than he sees you while you start to isolate yourself in the library cuz you have to study and you barely have time to hang out with your friends so you’re essentially starving for some affection and love and lets not forget that he VOLUNTEERED months ago that he was going to spearhead finding a home together and has honestly came up with nothing so far

......

Let’s not forget that the other woman has out of nowhere in the past dropped you as a friend for no reason while you thought that you guys were good

Hey now, she doesn’t have to disclose to me as to why she unfriended me on social media. It’s her right to do whatever she wants

Yeah but it’s slowly killing you on the inside cuz you don’t know why or what you did for it to go that way. Especially since she’s close to the one you love and you know they have way more in common than you and him and discuss more things together. And let’s not forget she see him WAY more often than you ever see him

But he said he only loves me and doesn’t see her in that kind of manner and never will be. It has been me in the past and always will be me!

Is that what he said to you? You know how they lie. That’s how the one before got you the last time. I think you’ve forgotten how untrusting you are towards people. He’s also said that he was going to be the mediator between the two of you prior to all of you moving in and has he made any progress? I think not in my eyes.

He couldn’t betray me right? He said he’s loved me forever

Lord! Do you hear yourself? You sound like a battered lovesick puppy who has been abandoned by their owner

You’re wrong about him!

I’m wrong? Well you’re a woman of science. Look at this from the eyes of a scientist and take you and your feelings out of the equation and pretend this is about someone else. Based on the evidence presented, do you think that this one wants to be with you?

......no

Explain to me why in detail. I want to hear it out loud so you can understand

Cuz I always go to him but he rarely goes to me. The few times that he does, it seems like it’s out of obligation like my birthday or something. That shows that it’s one sided to his favor.

Keep going

I’ve set up a calendar that we can both put in our schedules after seeing it work for friends of mine and I remembered that I had promised to do that in the past. I gave him all my info and he never put his in even though he said that he will on his own time.

And what does that show you?

Since I’ve made that over a month ago and there weren’t any changes made to it that wasn’t mine and he had to ask what was my schedule in planning for my bday, it shows that he doesn’t want to bother making plans to spend time with me unless it was an obligation he had to do as a boyfriend. The claim is reinforced by me knowing that he holds regular DND sessions with friends on a weekly basis whereas I barely see him

Keep going

But I cannot deny him spending time with his friends in favor of me and the few times I’ve confronted him about the lack of time spent together he said that he didn’t want to bother me with my studies

He has the right to hangout with his friends, yes but he shouldn’t neglect you. You know that is such a bullshit excuse when you went out of your way to make it easier for him to know what you’re up to. And he has a goddamn way to talk to you cuz God Bless Technology.

But-

No fuck that! If he really loved you, he would have found ways to make it work for the both of you and make you feel important in his life and see you more often.

I’ve brought it up to him before

And what did he do?

He apologized

But you don’t believe in apologies cuz your father taught you that words of apology mean nothing. It’s the actions that matter to you. The proof that one is sorry is in the actions

He explained that he was in bad mental low and funk in that time period. He was attentive the past couple of days afterwards

Look, I’m not gonna knock him on the mental illness part cuz that’s a whole different demon. But if you’re the person that he wants to be with forever, then he has got to fight to keep you. You can’t keep giving cuz eventually you’ll be empty. You can’t keep finding reasons to stay if you feel like you’re not wanted or needed

You’re right but maybe I am just a bad gf for asking too much from him

WHAT THE-?! NO! You are not a bad GF. You have every right to feel fucking uncomfortable knowing that he is living with another woman and her family and what it seems that he is making no moves to leave and rent a place with you. You have every right to feel fucking pissed as hell that you’ve done all that you can for this man and he meets the bare minimum. How could you try to make yourself feel bad and make yourself feel like you’re a bad gf cuz you want your bf to spend a bit more time with you on a regular basis?!

I don’t know cuz I’ve tried everything that I could think of and nothing seems to work and I feel like it’s my fault that it’s not working

No it’s not your fault. Have you told him that it bothers you that he’s living with another woman?

Yes and that’s where he said that there is nothing there between the two of them.

And do you believe him?

....yes

You hesitated. That means you don’t trust that on some level and we know why. There has to be something going on cuz there is no way that someone could let another person stay at their place essentially rent free without imposing a time limit or condition met.

It’s not like I can just ask him to up and leave

But isn’t that why he was supposed to find a place for all of you?

Yeah but-

I rest my case. Does he value your opinion?

I should hope so

If he does and knew that this arrangement makes you uncomfortable, then he should have GTFO of the situation ASAP out of respect for you and because he loves you and wants to keep you around, especially if he says that his intention is to marry you and have children with you

I know you don’t bring these things up to him cuz you reason yourself out it by attacking yourself and saying that you’re crazy and that you’re being unreasonable and that you’re not understanding him well enough. But you do understand him well enough. He doesn’t understand you and it doesn’t seem that he is currently making an effort to. It was evident in the convo at the end of the date where you mention that you may not want to have kids cuz you’re worried that you’ll be like your parents and he said that he will be enough to stop that influence. But how’s that working out for him? The reason why you wanted to move out in the first place was to prevent another incident where your father hits you and what did your bf do? Wants to beat the shit out of him but doesn’t cuz you said no. Any reasonable, loving bf would have hustled to get you out of that place and into his wing ASAP. But he didn’t do that and you went through another incident where you got hit and you’re still stuck at home, feeling hopeless that you’ll never get out and forever feel like a caged bird

I think the one you love loves the idea of you or the you that you were a few years back. But you’re not her anymore

The truth hurts and that’s why you’re crying as you’re typing this out because you know this is true no matter how much you try to look at the situation from a different angle. Insanity is when you do the same experiment over and hoping for different results but the outcome is the same everytime

You’re driving yourself insane over the one you love and it needs to stop

And if he sees this, then well that’s gonna be a fun convo heading your way

And if he doesn’t, then you have bought time to muster up the courage to talk to him about everything discussed and MAKE HIM UNDERSTAND

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Who's Briorge???

Rekmid voice, to her child; Briorge Briorge you are named after the best man I ever met.Nah, really though, Rekmid is captain of the spaceship they are on (called Boat.PNG) and Briorge is her first mate. She recommended him for the position but it later turned out her was the least experienced person who was still qualified, which is okay, because Rekmid is like the least experienced person who is still qualified to be captain and they're both really good hearted, dedicated people who make it work.So that's the really short version, but I'll let Clio (who plays Rekmid) ramble on for awhile:Oh shit where to begin.Briorge is Rekmid's first mate and her best friend. When they first met they were two random employees for the ship, she was in charge of the care of the animals and he was the security dude she had to get past to get some answers to all the shit that'd been going down. Here's the thing with Briorge, he's Cuthbertian. Which I'm pretty sure is an actual religion in like actual DND and not just in our campaign but our campaign takes it to the next level, really. Cuthbertians are basically married to their work, they literally worship the god of like, bureaucracy, so they're really strict on how they handle themselves at work (in general really, but especially at work) and are sticklers with every detail.So Briorge gives Rekmid this long legalise talk about how they can't pass, but she's an employee so he'll put in a request for her. And while they're waiting, this dude who's like been looking and acting completely emotionless this whole time, who's obviously taking his job incredibly seriously, who like three seconds ago told his coworker that no, he cannot gossip, he's working, but like in the most dry and boring tone possible.But then while they're waiting, he asks Rekmid about how his animal friend is doing and is understandably upset when he learns that his animal buddy is dead, but he's still at work so hes gonna pull himself togetherThey get on through but Rekmid's already scrawled 'TO BE PROTECTED' over her mental evaluation of this random security.So much so that by the time she next runs into Briorge, despite the fact that at the time she's been wholeheartedly chasing down a Really Fucked Up Dude for a number of minutes, like doing absolutely everything she can to catch his attention short of lighting his ass on fire (she should have done that), like she's thrown things, she's been yelling this whole time, her gfs cast a number of spells but they just can't get this guy to let up or even acknowledge them for more than like a second.And since the dude just punched someone for no good reason, rekmid really fucking wants him to pay attention to them for a second so she can punch him right in the face.But it turns out that hey, this dude is the current leader of the ship, so he calls in Briorge to like, distract Rekmid and crew from following and fighting the asshole, and Rekmid does an instant mental 180 of 'I'm going to fucking get and fight this guy' to, when she sees Briorge, going 'FUCK NO ABORT WERE NOT FIGHTING HIM' and she slams to a halt No one else has such qualms over fighting or ignoring this random security boy, they've already ignored like two other security boys to get to this point, so the others take down the asshole while Rekmid's just like 'nope not fighting Briorge', but turns out Briorge ALSO hates this asshole, but hasn't been able to do anything because the asshole is his superior officer and his religion is like 'if u go against orders ur not going to The Equivalent To Heaven'But rekmid and co throw the asshole into jail and negotiate things with the new head of the ship who's significantly less of an asshole, and Briorge helps them out the whole time (typically by giving them the right paperwork and forms to fill out, fuck, bless his soul)Then shit goes down, people are dying and getting seriously because guess who: the fucking asshole broke out of jail and is continuing his lifelong habit of being an absolute ass and Rekmid's seeing this shit go down and like #1 thought in her head beyond 'FUCK' is 'fuck wheres Briorge, is he safe' (dont worry he is, he's in a different super magical fight and is somehow safer there where there's like 3 near level 20 magic users duking it out than he would have been in the fight against the one nonmagical asshole dude. super safe)They go fight and kill the asshole dude and heyyyyyyy turns out Rekmid could be captain, she says yes and when asked who first mate should be, suggest Briorge and goes into this long rambling thing where she tries her hardest her hardest to remain professional and its thing this about how she would trust him with her life hold on I'll just copy and paste itAnd never mind I can't copy and paste on mobileAnd Briorge becomes first mate! And since he has more experience working within this system than Rekmid does, she goes to him for help and with questions on a lot of things, they work together on figuring out what the asshole's fucking deal was, on what a different asshole's fucking deal was, on a bunch of shit.Briorge quickly becomes the person she thinks of first when she needs answers or when there's Too Much Chaos all at once and she needs a bit of stability because fuck, Briorge exists and Briorge can be counted on to be doing his job and doing it so goddamn wellLike, example time, Rekmid's wife/fiancee is Zey, tiny pan fairy bard who decided to throw a party and went through all the needed routes to do so and filled out so much fucking paperwork and spent days setting it up but Rekmid is Rekmid and once she dedicates herself to something she kinda let's things like sleep and rest and putting together the dots that 'your wife is throwing a huge party' even when she has the paperwork right in front of her and is the middle of signing to approve it.so yeah night of the party comes, Zey is fucking great at her profession of making people happy and the party is great, amazing, damn near riotous. Rekmid drags herself away from work because she's heard reports of two giant ghost dragons within the ship and is like 'fuck guess I gotta fight' and absolutely storms her way 2 where the party is and upon arriving sees her wife and two friends slaying space orc Elvis in a battle of the bands, two giant (illusionary) ghost dragons circling above and breathing out like confetti and glitter but she rolls a super low spot and thinks its like fire and poison and there's so many fucking people but she sees Briorge and immediately runs over to him like what's going on, why is no one being evacuated, why is no one attacking back against the ghost dragonsActually thats a lot more than what she saidWhat she really did was yell across the party "BRIORGE WHAT THE FUCK"But yeah, they've worked together a lot, in and out of work and Rekmid is like absolutely delighted every time she learns something new about him, no matter what it is.She helps him pick out a new animal friend thats descended from his original animal friend and he very seriously considers what he will name this adorable dire rat and eventually says "I have decided that I will name her Commander Cookie." And rekmid is straight up like "thank you, thank you so much for saying that in front of me, this is the best day of my life." And they spend like an hour or two just sitting and chilling while he pulls out his extensive collection of brushes dedicated to his dire rat friend and Rekmid spends the whole time internally going 'best day of my l i f e' and like has SU stars in her eyes.Okay works starting so I should probably cut it off here, but I Love Briorge, gods, he's amazing.