#home alone the campaign

[robinpixels]

bard x sorcerer yuri from the past year <3 (they can never have any kind of confession in canon because if they don't slow burn like a motherfucker they WILL combust)

beautiful gorgeous honeybun miriam the sorcerer belongs to @birdmenanime :3

[birdmenanime]

ok dnd drawings dump time. actual illustrations and shitpost

[artsybun]

[blujaydoodles]

thinkin about pre-campaign Elyss and the early days with the Darkwind Regiment 😌

[ravendruid]

Let Her Shatter

This fic is part of this writing challenge, as well as based on the prompt Memories from this prompt list. Day 2 - Write a scene without any dialogue. [Read on AO3]

Two weeks. That’s how long it takes Keyleth to return home for good. But is it really home? It still feels like it, but, at the same time, it also feels like there is something missing, and it’s not just because Keyleth has spent the last few years traveling Exandria with her companions. No, that is just a grain of sand in the sandpit. Through her adventures, Keyleth learned that home is not simply a physical location, but it can also be people, and without him, home feels emptier. So, no. Maybe Keyleth is not actually going home, not when he is not with her.

Korrin is waiting on the other side of the magic portal with a small entourage of guards (Keyleth warned him about her return so her father wouldn’t be worried sick about her most recent adventure to the Windswept Depths of Pandemonium). The relief on his face is evident once he sees his daughter alive and in one piece, but Keyleth sees the shift in his expression as it dawns on him that she crosses the portal alone when once she had a shadow behind her. 

There is no need for questions, and with the guards standing behind Korrin, looking equally confused, there is no opportunity for Keyleth to run into her father’s arms and break down into tears. Keyleth must wait until she is finally alone in her house (the one she shared with him, the one they left together, thinking they would return in a few days) to let out the primal scream she has been holding for two weeks, to break everything in sight, to punch and kick, and cry herself to sleep. Keyleth feels so empty, but simultaneously full of anger and frustration. She couldn’t do anything to stop him from leaving… from dying, even. If anything, she made it worse. She made Vax witness his own death before it happened. It’s all her fault. She should have done more to save him, to stop him from being disintegrated. Maybe if she had been good enough he could have stayed with her. It’s all on her.

Korrin must sense the cloud of darkness that assaults her thoughts because he grabs Keyleth into a tight hug. Fuck the guards and anyone watching, Keyleth knows is what her father is thinking. He’s right. In this moment, she’s not the Voice of the Tempest, she’s just Keyleth, a young woman who had her life taken away from her, and Korrin would be in the ground before he allowed anyone to say anything otherwise. But no one bats an eye or even dares to look their way. Keyleth’s face might be buried in her father’s embrace, but she still hears the guards’ footsteps leaving, growing quieter and quieter until it’s just the sound of the wind rustling the leaves of the cherry tree behind her, the low, muffled sob Keyleth finally releases, and Korrin’s sniffle against her head. 

 Keyleth doesn’t know what comes next or how she’s supposed to take on the mantle and lead her people when the one person she needs the most at her side is gone. She doesn’t know if she’s ever going to be able to return to her house and see the spare pair of boots that Vax always left by the door—one always askew on the floor, even though Keyleth scolded him everyday before she righted it—or the training daggers hidden in every nook and cranny. Keyleth chuckles wetly at the idea of finding daggers and weapons hidden everywhere years down the road when she thought she had found them all. Maybe one day she can look back at the fond memories of Vax hiding daggers in the umbrella rack or behind the couch cushions and smile, but today she cries because he’s not there anymore to replace the blade Keyleth took from its hiding spot in the fertilizer bin once she realized she’d forgotten her gardening knife. Vax will not be there anymore to scold her for dirtying his blades with manure, or tease her for using Whisper (which rarely left his belt) to peel potatoes in the kitchen. 

Maybe tomorrow will be better, maybe next year it will hurt less, maybe the next decade will bring her solace, but today, in this moment right now, all Keyleth wants to do is let grief consume her. She will pick up the pieces later, but for now… let her shatter.

[varjopeura]

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[thedeadthree]

lila thoughts under the read more <3 🥀✨🌹🎸

lila getting with griffin / g reign and having their little thing in “secret” not only bc it’s what her parents did to each other to get back at the other for slights and arguments but also bc she wanted to not only get back at seven but also to be like “oo look at me i can pull griffin freaking reign i won teehee.” and then the clown catches real feelings for griffin and calls jazz near in tears bc she’s just like her mom 🥀✨🎸🤡 and using someone she loves to get back at someone who she loved may or may not have even loved (i think she did but loved more the idea ? it’s complicated!) but loved the IDEA of seven loving her? dear you know it everyone knows it you want to be loved so bad!!!!!! the sooner you admit that lila the sooner you’ll be much happier my love! so excited to see where things go for her ! and things for her and her beloved g!!!!!

(x) for the divider <3

[dent-de-leon]

Maybe there's a way to send in questions to Tal and Liam about Caleb and Kingsley? I dunno... *shrugs*

would definitely love to hear what Taliesin was thinking when king just woke up head over heels for caleb at the end of the campaign, i just...dont know that that's the kind of thing they'd really wanna talk about? Who knows though, maybe one day they'll all talk about the mighty nein again and Taliesin can give us some info on King/Molly's feelings and whether or not he'd ever go back to pursing them.

[mockiery]

me, in my rarely empty house, off work and alone all day: *monologues in dnd character voices for literally two hours while doing chores*

[thesunsethour]

i’ve been attending my university for three years and imposter syndrome still finds new and exciting ways to alienate me.

[robinpixels]

today's the first anniversary of the DND homebrew campaign I'm in, and i wanted to commemmorate it with a bang :'3c

[birdmenanime]

if you watch any of the millions of animatics i just uploaded it should be this one <3

[artsybun]

[ghadafamily]

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[secondhand-sonder]

girls when the kindness is still there despite everything

[shery-89]

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Please don't skip!🥹🙏

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