#the ladies have all just agreed that the point of dnd is to be a gay icon

[zelreedsandwrites]

Campaign two: Beau, jester, and yasha in this weird love shape??? Beaujester was definitely a potential Thing but beauyasha won the canon award in the end

Campaign three: ……. Are Laura and ashley fighting over marisha’s character??? Again????? What is happening??? What is Fearne/ashley up to 👀👀👀👀 (we KNOW what Imogen’s up to)

[bigboysteveharrington]

Robin and Steve getting roped into playing DnD but they show up with one character sheet for the both of them and the character’s a girl so Eddie turns to Steve and asks “What about your character?”

Steve tells him, “That is my character.” So Eddie looks a little closer at it and assumes he chose a girl so that he could design a character to have traits he’d find hot without any thought for how useful any of what he was choosing would be (and Eddie is mostly correct, but he doesn’t know that the character is the product of Robin and Steve compromising and working together to make one sexy badass lady that fulfilled their collective fantasy or that they had an extended debate about which of the sexiest weapon options would be the most practical in a life or death situation)

Eddie turns to Robin and asks, “Okay. Then what about your character? Did you even make one?” And Robin doesn’t hesitate to tell him, “That’s my character too.” And Steve proudly adds, “We came up with it together.” And it’s very clear that he and Robin are oblivious to how on edge everyone else in the room is while they wait for Eddie’s reaction to them doing the most basic task completely wrong because they’re both just smiling dopily and clearly think they’ve done a great job

Eddie sighs heavily. He’s on the verge of exploding and trying and failing to keep his voice calm as he says, “You can’t have two of the same character.”

And Robin says, “Oh, we’re not playing as two of her. We’re both the same character.” And everyone is just staring at them in shock not saying anything so Steve fills the silence with a proud, “We’re a package deal.”

And Eddie is using up every last shred of self control he has to not yell in their faces about how stupid they are, but he’s still obviously upset as he barks out “That’s not how it works. You have to make your own characters.”

And Steve insists, “No, we figured it out... On our own? We’re disasters. But if we could morph into one person? We’d be unstoppable.” And Robin adds, “We’ll roll and decide what we’re going to do together. It’ll be just like we’re one player.”

And Eddie doesn’t even know where to start, so he snaps, “Even setting aside the fact that you think you’d somehow become invincible if you managed to morph into one person, the character you two made doesn’t resemble either of you. At all. This isn’t you combining into some unstoppable force. Clearly, neither of you have any clue what you’re doing. Combining your forces is just turning you into two haves of one whole idiot.”

And before Eddie can keep ranting, Steve emphatically says, “That’s exactly what we are. So why split us up?” And Eddie stares at him incredulously, wondering how he didn’t pick up on the insult, then turns on Dustin and accuses, “I thought you said you got the Wonder Twins ready. You didn’t tell them to make another character?”

Dustin defends himself with, “They wanted to make their characters on their own. I loaned them my Player’s Handbook and told them what they needed... They called when they had questions. It sounded like they knew what they were talking about. I assumed they made their own.”

Erica sounds super skeptical as she asks, “Steve read a book?” And Eddie is shocked that that’s where Steve finally decides to draw the line and react to being insulted. Steve complains, “Hey!” But he knows damn well that Robin was the one explaining what the book meant to him. But still… that doesn’t mean he didn’t read any of it or that he was incapable of it. It was just easier when Robin took over wading through the technical terms.

Robin ignores Steve and Erica and focuses on Eddie as she insists, “Two halves of one whole idiot is better than two idiots that have no idea what they’re doing, right? If we’re going to be a liability to everyone else anyway, wouldn’t you rather there just be one of us?”

And she has a point so Eddie groans and reluctantly agrees, “Fine. You can be one character.” And Steve and Robin grin because they are far more excited about that and about the coming up with a character together part than they are about the actual game…

That is until they get far enough into the game to understand what’s going on and they start taking every choice Very Seriously. Eddie won’t ever admit it out loud, but once they start to get the hang of things, he does see the benefit of them playing as one person. Robin brings strategy and problem solving skills and Steve knows what to do with their character in a battle. Plus, they both have a lot of random knowledge on wildly different topics from everyone else in the room and sometimes that is a hindrance, but sometimes it’s an advantage too. And somehow they collectively think differently enough from the other more practiced players that they keep Eddie on his toes trying to be prepared for whatever they might bring up and then still being shocked by some of the choices they talk each other into and he ends up improvising a lot to keep up with their unexpected questions and choices and he hates to admit it, but it does add another layer of fun to things

[borninacloud]

Cheat - Eddie Munson x fem!reader

summary: Y/N is shocked to catch Eddie cheating at DnD...

warnings: swearing/cursing, slightly suggestive themes, let me know if there's anything else!

a/n: Let's just ignore vol.2 shall we 🙃 All things mentioned DnD wise are from 5th edition as it's what I use, so apologies for any historical inaccuracies there. Feedback always appreciated!

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“And with a swipe of its claws, the dragon sends the mighty Sir Ode crashing to the floor, unconscious. The dragon turns, its frosty eyes drawn to its last remaining adversary… The incomparable sorceress, Udora Ulwick. Now, Udora, the fate of the party lies in your hands. What's your move?”

All eyes at the table turn to Y/N with rapt interest. The session had been running for several hours now, and after stumbling across what transpired to be an ancient white dragon, the party’s characters had been drawn into a gruelling, savage battle that had already cost several lives.

“I-oh god, what do I do?” Y/N said anxiously, looking to the rest of the party for help. Eddie leaned back in his seat, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he watched the panic unfold in front of him.

The room erupted into shouts from every direction, each person throwing their own opinion and advice into the mix as Y/N struggled to keep up with them all.

“Go for the attack, Y/N!”

“Yeah, it’s low on hit points!”

“No, you’ve got to heal someone, you need backup!”

“No she doesn’t, she’s got a 7th level spell slot left you moron!”

"Revive me, you need the protection of a cleric!"

“Quiet!” Eddie’s voice rose above the cacophony of noise, hands held up to silence everyone else as he fixed Y/N with an encouraging look, “It’s the lady’s choice. Let her make it.”

Y/N took a deep breath, studying the spellcasting section of the character sheet before her nervously.

Although it was already in its sixth session the campaign was still Y/N's first, so she wasn’t quite as confident in her actions as the rest of the party who had been playing Dungeons & Dragons for years.

She’d initially only agreed to join Hellfire as a one-off favour for Lucas, but after discovering that it was actually a hell of a lot of fun, perhaps in part due to the charismatic Dungeon Master whose smile made her heart race, she had asked to join as an official member.

Y/N knew she hadn’t exactly been the strongest player so far. In spite of that she always enjoyed herself and gave it her all during sessions, although she sometimes made silly decisions purely down to her inexperience.

That hadn’t mattered too much so far though, save for the disastrous encounter with the mimick the previous week, but now, with everyone else's characters incapacitated or unconscious, the fate of the entire campaign rested on her shoulders.

Y/N cast her eyes up to Eddie who, despite still sitting back with his arms folded cockily, gave her a reassuring nod, eyes boring into hers.

Her heart hammered under his intense watch and she stood from her chair with a steely determination, gaze unwavering as she pointed a finger at him for added effect.

“I cast… Finger of Death!”

The party burst out into divided cries, half delighted and half horrified at Y/N's decision. Dustin gave her a double thumbs up, but their cleric, Garrett, smacked a hand to his forehead in exasperation.

Y/N looked back to Eddie who grinned madly, sitting forward in his seat eagerly.

“Finger of Death, eh Y/N? Well we’ll have to see if that hits, won’t we?”

“Make the saving throw, Munson.” She replied shrewdly, leaning across the table to stare him down.

Eddie chuckled at her, clearly entertained by Y/N’s newfound confidence, before standing and grabbing the d20, tossing it casually onto the table in front of him. The party stood with bated breath, waiting for the die to come to a halt behind the Dungeon Master’s screen.

The room went silent as the telltale clattering of the die came to an end after what felt like an age. Eddie’s gaze left the table to cast a brief glance at Y/N. Her eyes were wide, anxious and hopeful as one hand gripped Lucas’ arm tightly.

He hesitated before breaking out into a bellowing cry, hand clutching his heart as he stumbled back into his chair dramatically, playing the part of the slain dragon.

“That’s a hit, Y/N!”

The room instantly erupted in cheers, the younger teens running to hug Y/N as she jumped up and down in elation, finally feeling as though she had proved her worth and was deserving of her place at the table.

“Oh my god, I did it!” She said breathlessly, mouth hanging open in shock as though she couldn’t quite bring herself to believe it. She caught Eddie’s gaze over Lucas’ shoulder and he bowed his head to her, a dazzling smile on his face as he did so.

“Great job, Y/N.”

Once the celebrations died down the party began to pack their belongings away, Y/N unable to keep from beaming as she tucked her character sheet neatly away in her bag. Dustin wandered past her towards Eddie, awarding him praise for the latest game.

"That was an awesome session, dude. I loved the- hey, you rolled an 18." Dustin’s innocent statement seemed to ring out above the rest of the commotion and Y/N froze over her bag, listening carefully to his next words.

"Shut up, Henderson." Eddie warned in a low voice, shifting nervously as Mike joined him and Dustin at the head of the table, trying to get a glimpse of the die in question.

"But you only needed a 15 to win the saving throw. You beat Y/N's spell with an 18."

"What?" The girl in question’s head whipped up to the pair, looking at Eddie questioningly, "Is that true?" She moved to snatch the DM screen away to reveal the die but he was too quick, grabbing the offending object before she could see the true result of his roll.

"Eddie!" She said, affronted. If anything his defensive reaction had proved Dustin's words to be true.

Y/N stood gawking at him, disbelieving. Why would he lie about a roll, especially when it was to his own detriment?

Eddie was nothing if not a fastidious Dungeon Master, he followed the rules to a fault and certainly never gave them any advantage during the game. In fact, he was incredibly strict and had never hesitated to kill off an entire party mid campaign before.

"What’s going on?" She demanded, hands coming to rest on the table as she stared down at him angrily, "Did you lie to let me win?"

Eddie grew flustered as his eyes shifted to the other Hellfire members, attempting to completely avoid Y/N.

"No, of course not!" He protested, trying to laugh it off, but it was without any of his usual confidence and only furthered Y/N's suspicions. Eddie didn’t get flustered, ever. He was lying.

"Dustin, tell me the truth. What did he roll?" Y/N rounded the table towards the teen, coming to stand before him with her hands on her hips in what she hoped was her most menacing pose.

"Uh- come on, Y/N. Does it really matter? We won, didn’t we?" Dustin looked between the pair, unwilling to rat out Eddie who he completely idolised, but also not having the guts to barefaced lie to Y/N who was visibly upset. He had never seen her get angry at someone before, but she was downright furious with Eddie.

"Of course it matters! I don’t want to win just because Mr. high and mighty Dungeon Master over here thinks I’m some stupid little girl that he needs to go easy on! Got to dumb things down for me, right Eddie?"

Y/N had always felt as though Eddie had treated her differently to the rest of the party.

He'd never gone so far as cheating to help her before, at least not that she knew of, but he often held back on the usual sarcastic and judgemental remarks that the rest of the party received.

It wasn't that he'd never teased her, but there was a marked difference between how he treated her and the boys. His quips didn’t hold the same bite when he spoke to her, they always seemed a little restrained whereas he had no problem tearing into the boys when they made a mistake.

Y/N had never really thought much into it before, chalking it up to the fact that that he was just more familiar with the others, but with the proof in front of her that the otherwise stickler for the rules, Eddie Munson, had faked a roll in her favour made her mind whirl trying to figure out why.

Did he think she was stupid? That the game was too complicated for her to properly understand? Was he fed up with the lousy moves she kept making? She’d admittedly made some bad plays in the past, maybe he felt like he had to make up for it so that the rest of the team wouldn’t have to suffer the consequences of her foolish actions.

Y/N felt a hot flash of embarrassment run through her, feeling humiliated. She’d just celebrated with everyone, feeling on top of the world with the knowledge that she’d finally been an asset to the party, but it was just a lie.

She was still as useless as ever and had just cost them the entire campaign. Jeff and Garret avoided catching her eye completely, and the others just watched her with pity.

Y/N bristled, snatching up her bag and flinging it over her shoulder as she marched towards the door, stopping only to fix Eddie with an icy glare.

“I quit.”

The party watched her retreating back as she stormed from the room, the door slamming behind her leaving utter silence in its wake.

All eyes turned slowly to Eddie who sat frozen in his seat, for once in his life lost for words. He felt guilty for lying to the team about the roll, but mostly he was taken aback at Y/N’s reaction.

He hadn’t intended to upset her, it was just that ever since she joined Hellfire she’d had rubbish luck with her rolls, so he’d wanted to give her a first win. Especially after he had witnessed how anxious and invested in the game she was, he just couldn’t help himself.

Not that he’d ever admit it to the guys, but he was totally hooked on Y/N. During their DnD sessions he found himself increasingly obsessed with finding things to do or say that would get her to smile or laugh at him, his stomach doing somersaults any time that she’d give him her undivided attention.

It was completely pathetic, really. He, Eddie Munson, hardcore metalhead and leader of the Hellfire club, feeling what he could only describe as giddy over a girl. And cheating at DnD! It was unheard of. He seriously needed to pull himself together.

“Now you’ve really gone and blown it.” Dustin exhaled loudly, shaking his head at his friend.

“Yes, thank you Henderson for that keen observation.” Eddie rubbed his palms into his eyes, frustrated as he tried to figure out where things had gone quite so wrong, “Sorry, gentlemen, for casting doubt on the integrity of the campaign. You can rest assured it won’t happen again.”

“Don’t worry about it, dude. I’d let her win too if I was trying to bang her.” Jeff piped up from behind him and Eddie instantly jumped to his feet, poking a finger in Jeff's chest angrily.

“Hey! Don’t talk about Y/N like that, man. It’s not like that.”

Jeff held his hands up in surrender, mumbling an apology as he backed away from him.

“You think you should go talk to her or something?” Lucas said hesitantly, not wanting to elicit another outburst from their DM. His words seemed to bring Eddie back to reality.

“Shit. Right.” He nodded, cramming the rest of the Hellfire equipment into his bag haphazardly before taking off after Y/N.

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"Y/N, where are you going?" Eddie reached her just as she was exiting the school, the dim street lights the only thing illuminating her form on the otherwise dark evening.

"Home." She replied tersely, avoiding looking at him as she continued her path out of the school grounds.

"Well you're going the wrong way, the van's back there." He said with a nervous laugh, throwing a thumb over his shoulder to gesture at his van that sat across the parking lot.

It was customary for Eddie to give Y/N a ride home after Hellfire. After getting caught on her bike in a torrential downpour following her first session, he'd insisted that she couldn't take the risk again, even if there was a noticeable absence of clouds in the sky.

"No I'm not. I'm walking."

"You can't walk home, Y/N. Not at this time!" He shouted after her, a vain attempt to get her to stop.

“Yes I can, I don’t need you to do everything for me.” She huffed out pointedly, picking up her pace to break into a light jog as she ignored Eddie’s calls from behind her, heading towards the street.

Y/N hadn’t made it far down the main road before she heard the rattling of a familiar vehicle pull up beside her, Eddie's van visible just out of the corner of her eye. Still refusing to acknowledge his presence, she continued walking with her head held high, eyes set straight ahead of her.

Eddie ran his van alongside Y/N as she walked swiftly down the road, half leaning out of the window to plead with her.

“Come on, Y/N. I can’t let you walk home alone.” He begged, trying to lighten the tone with his next words, “You never know what kind of monsters might be lurking out there in the woods.”

When in doubt Eddie always turned to cracking jokes, finding that his offbeat sense of humour usually did the trick in de-escalating situations. To his dismay it didn't seem to be working with Y/N.

“And I wouldn’t stand a chance against them, would I?” Her eyes flashed dangerously as she finally stopped walking and turned to acknowledge him, “Silly old Y/N doesn’t even know how to play a stupid boardgame, let alone walk herself home. Right?”

Eddie sighed, hanging his head remorsefully.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He said earnestly, “Will you just get in the van? Please.”

Y/N eyed the road ahead of her, envisioning the long walk that she knew was in store.

Unfortunately for her, and unbeknownst to Eddie, she did know the kind of monsters that lurked in the woods of Hawkins. She knew them all too well.

A shiver ran up her spine at the thought and she let out a bitter sigh, rounding the front of the van and throwing open the passenger side door with unneceasary force.

“Fine. But this doesn’t change anything."

The drive to Y/N’s house was awkward, to say the least.

Eddie knew that he needed to apologise and he desperately wanted to, but wasn’t entirely sure how to put it into words.

Hey Y/N, did you know I only let you win because I fancy the pants off you? Yeah, and that little pout you do when you lose, it makes me want to jump across the table and kiss you so hard you see stars?

No, that would never work.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Y/N's voice interrupted his inner turmoil and he cast a quick glance over at her, watching as she hung her head, fingers playing with the hem of her skirt. Despite the situation he found it hard to concentrate on the road ahead, his gaze drifting to her fingers and the bare skin of her thighs that lay beneath them.

"What?" Eddie seemed genuinely surprised at Y/N’s words, all the improper thoughts of the soft, inviting skin of her legs leaving his mind rapidly.

"Is that why you let me win? Because I’m rubbish at DnD and you feel sorry for me? I might not be the best, but it's my first campaign and I'm trying. I know I've made some really stupid moves but-"

"I don't think you're stupid." He cut across her, disheartened that he’d made her feel that way. His voice was softer than usual as he continued, "Actually, I think you're kind of awesome."

It was true. There was a reason why Eddie had been so eager to accept Y/N into Hellfire as a permanent member.

He’d be the first to admit that he’d initially questioned why the preppy looking girl had agreed to sub in for Lucas. With her soft pink skirt and fluffy white cardigan she was in complete contrast to him and the rest of the party, visibly out of place at the table.

But he of all people should've known not to judge a book by its cover. Y/N was immediately invested in the campaign, coming prepared with a detailed character sheet and hanging onto his every word as he described the scenes before them, taking notes of all the little hints and clues that he'd purposefully let slip in a notebook reserved especially for the occasion.

Where he would usually grill new members, Eddie suddenly found himself unable to, taken aback by her innocent, enthusiastic smile and the way her eyes lit up as she surveyed the table, complimenting the detail of the maps and miniatures that he’d spent far too long setting up.

He didn't know how Sinclair knew the high school senior or had managed to get her to join them, but he made a mental note to thank the kid for turning to the so-called dark side and requiring a sub to fill his place.

Y/N was radiant, so full of energy and kind-hearted that it was hard not to get drawn in by her. What made it worse is that she was so damn pretty too. Despite knowing that she was way out of his league, and that he was everything she should stay away from, Eddie found himself addicted to her.

Addicted to her infectious laugh, glowing smile, and sparkling eyes. And he was especially addicted to the way that she watched him during their DnD sessions, attention solely on him, captivated by every word that he said.

It was even better when he had her all to himself after the sessions, even if it was just for just the small amount of time that it took to drive her home. To begin with they mostly spoke about the campaign, but as time drew on he found the conversations progressing past DnD to anything and everything; their interests, hobbies, hopes and dreams, and their futures.

Y/N had even shown interest in the music he liked, although he was certain that it wasn't really her thing at all. She'd tap her foot along to whatever cassette he happened to have on that day, and he took notice of the tracks she seemed to prefer. Usually it was the less thrashy ones, songs like Fairies Wear Boots and Rainbow in the Dark, and she definitely wasn’t keen on any Anthrax tunes, but regardless she always asked questions about his music and seemed genuinely interested in the answers he gave.

Kind of awesome didn't do her justice at all, but then what words could?

"R-really?” Y/N's voice faltered at his words, giddy at the compliment but wondering where on earth it had come from and just what he meant by it. Eddie nodded with a nervous smile, but his confession just served to confuse her further, “Then why did you lie about the roll?"

“It was getting late.” He shrugged, hoping that she couldn’t see through his lies, “I knew Harrington would be there to pick the kids up so I had to wrap things up anyway.”

“Bullshit.”

Eddie was taken aback by Y/N’s ferocity, although completely unsurprised that she had read him like an open book.

“That’s never stopped you before.” She pressed on, “You’re lying to me. And made me feel like shit! The way Jeff and Garret looked at me, they think I’m a total moron!”

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like shit, Y/N. And the guys don't think you're a moron.”

"Yes they do. I've seen the way they look at me, like I don't belong in Hellfire. I bet you're all fed up with how I keep screwing up your amazing campaign."

"You're not screwing up anything. They're experienced players, it's all good fun when things go a bit wrong and you have to think on your feet." Eddie responded honestly, taking note to have a word with Jeff and Garret before their next session.

“Then why did you do it? Just tell me the truth!” Y/N cried, at a loss to why Eddie seemed to be avoiding answering her question truthfully.

"Because I'm crazy about you Y/N! Jesus christ!” A frustrated yell burst from his chest as he slammed on the brakes, bringing the van to a sudden halt at the side of the road.

A long silence followed and Eddie brought a hand up to run over his face, “Sorry, I just like you, alright? Really like you, so I wanted you to win. I saw how upset you were after you messed up last week and I thought it’d make you happy if you won this time."

"Oh." Y/N replied in a small voice, words failing her as her heart hammered out her chest at Eddie's confession.

"Yeah. And for the record I don’t think you’re stupid at all, although I won’t defend your decision to enter hand to hand combat with that mimic last week. You’re a magic user for christ's sake." Eddie found himself unable to stop from filling the silence, rambling to prolong the inevitable moment when Y/N would reject him.

She laughed, hands coming up to cover her face in embarrassment, “Oh god, I knew it was a shitty move as soon as I made it, I just panicked! I get so into the game I can never think clearly!”

“That’s good, it means you’re really in the moment. And having someone that’s so invested makes me feel like I’m doing a great job as DM, y'know?”

“You are a great DM. Except for when you cheat, that is."

"Hey, you can't blame me for wanting to cheer up the fair maiden, can you?" He grinned cheekily, shooting her a wink that made her stomach flip.

"Eddie.” She started hesitantly, “C-can we go back to when you said that you like me?"

Eddie swallowed, the confident mask he wore slipping away once more. He hadn't intended to practically shout a confession of his affections at her the way he had, but now that the proverbial cat was out of the bag there was no taking it back.

He felt vulnerable, uncharacteristically nervous as he fixed his eyes on the road ahead of him, preparing for her to turn him down gently. After all, they were complete opposites. What would someone like Y/N see in him?

"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He apologised, preempting the impending rejection, "We can just forget I ever-"

"You didn't!" Y/N's hand shot out to grab his forearm which was still resting on the steering wheel, despite the van remaining stationary. Eddie's eyes darted down to it before meeting hers again as she quickly snatched her arm back, suddenly shy, "You didn't make me uncomfortable, I mean."

“I didn’t?”

“No. And I don't want to just forget about what you said.”

"You don't?" He felt like a parrot, repeating her words dumbly, unable to fully believe the scene unfolding before him.

"No.” She affirmed coyly, ducking her head to hide her bashful smile, “I mean, why do you think I agreed to join Hellfire in the first place?”

“I thought it might’ve been the bitchin’ t-shirts." He smirked, confidence amplifying as Y/N laughed at him, shaking her head.

"Oh, it was definitely the t-shirts. Nothing to do with the cute DM.” She agreed, giving him a wink of her own and revelling in the way he became flustered, choking out a nervous laugh. Eddie could’ve sworn that his heart stopped at that moment. Like, actually stopped dead.

“Speaking of t-shirts, you still haven't had one printed for me yet."

And there was that pout, the one he'd tried to avoid so hard by letting her win the game.

Truthfully he hadn't considered that Y/N would actually want one. It wasn't often that people, especially people like her, wanted to be visibly associated with the Hellfire freaks. Yet again, she was full of surprises.

Eddie found himself answering Y/N before he had time to process his thoughts, distracted by thoughts of her lips and just how exactly he planned on wiping that torturous pout from them.

"You can always wear mine."

There was a beat of silence and he thought for a moment that he'd taken things too far, but then Y/N swept her gaze over him, cocking her head to the side as she watched his reaction to her next words through her lashes.

"I think I'll take you up on that offer."

Eddie knew he was done for when she bit her lip, eyeing his Hellfire tshirt shamelessly.

He exhaled shakily, hesitating under her gaze and giving her a once over just as she had done to him, before deciding to live dangerously.

"You wanna go back to my place to try it on?"

Eddie felt like the devil corrupting her. Maybe everyone was right when they called him a bad influence.

But with the look Y/N was giving him he wasn't so sure if it wasn't the other way around.

She fixed him with a wicked grin and he swallowed, suddenly feeling as though he was on the back foot, like he was about to pay for his prior actions.

"I'll need you to roll a charisma check for that, Munson. And no cheating this time."

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“You’re a lifesaver; you know that, right?” 

Eddie opens his door, kisses you on the cheek, and quickly takes your backpack, storming inside his trailer again. You are startled by his reaction - you know that today is campaign day, and he was worried about his DnD notebook left at his locker… and how happy he was when you offered to get it for him. Still, he was way more agitated than you expected. 

His head appeared at the door frame again, with furrowed brows. “Hey, you are coming inside, or what?”. His eyes seemed worried, enough to bring you back to your senses. “Sure, I’m coming.”

As you enter the trailer, you notice that Eddie is nowhere to be seen. You assume that he is already in his bedroom. “Give me back the backpack, will you? I’ll cook you dinner, but I need the ingredients I brought.”, you ask him. 

The trailer was a bit of a mess, and by seeing the blue mug at the kitchen sink, you knew that Wayne had already left for his shift at the plant - you wanted to cook him something before he left, but it seemed that you’d have to put his portion on the refrigerator. 

“I hope you haven’t peeked at it! This new campaign is great, you will all love it. I’ve put a lot of research into it…” Eddie took out the bags from your backpack, leaving them in the kitchen for you while speaking about tonight’s campaign. As much as you wanted to read it, you knew that this would upset him, and you would find out later today at Hellfire anyway.

This was your Friday routine: you would stop by Eddie’s trailer to cook him something, have dinner together and later leave for Hellfire club to spend most of the night at the DnD campaign with him and the other boys. It was always contagious to see how excited Eddie was. His face always brights up when speaking about something he loves, such as the DnD club. 

“We should get going, or we are going to be late. Would you help me bring this to the car?” he said while packing all the notebooks, dice, and maps; simultaneously, you widened your eyes and replied, “Edward Munson, please tell me that you are not hot-wiring cars again!” 

His laugh echoed by the trailer. “So that’s what you think about me, sweetheart?” You feel that he is trying to change the subject. “You’ve done it before, Eds.” 

“And you loved those rides as far as I remember…” Then, just as you opened your mouth to reply, he gently put his finger on it to make you stop talking. 

“Don’t worry, I’m clean - I’ve fixed Finnegan’s car, and he agreed to borrow the car a few times, including today. So would you give me the extreme honor of your company, m`lady?” And he put up that large sweet smile that you love so much. So how could you argue with him this way?

It was a quick ride, and you both were able to get the room ready before the others joined. Everyone was just excited about the campaign as Eddie was. He then activated Dungeon Master mode, and you and the boys started the campaign. 

Hours passed, and everyone was tense. Eddie was ruthless, and there was a new challenge at every corner, a new twist that would put your characters to the knees. Everyone was with low health points and on the verge of giving up. But you did not want to flee. 

You could see in Eddie’s eyes that he loved that his campaign was merciless to all of you. He was ready to call it a night to continue next week when you announced that you would like to make a frontal attack with the sword.

“You would need to roll a 20 for that”, Eddie said. The chances were minimal, and your character would die with a miss. “I know; let’s proceed.”  The other boys started complaining, trying to make you change your mind. 

“Look, I’m out of health potions, and you are all busy healing yourselves, no one will be able to heal me for additional turns. So our best bet is me trying to get a hit here… in the worst-case scenario, I bought you all more time. But it will work.” Eddie gave you a sided-smile, handing you the dice and saying, “Bold move.”. 

You throw the dice with all your hopes… and see that it lands with the big eight at the top. So far away from what you needed. Eddie gets up and screams, “THAT’S A MISS!”.

Some pats on your back cannot change the fact that the new campaign was brutal, and you tried your best but failed. However, it was fun anyways, so even though you lost the battle, everyone was smiling while packing and rethinking strategies for next week.

You two happily discussed the campaign in the car on your way back, mentioning your favorite parts and even thinking about some improvements. Eddie was proud of your overall performance; you were giving him a hard time; thankfully, he was well prepared and had options for many of your out-of-the-box ideas. 

“Ok, I admit it. You were very creative today”. You could feel the pride in his voice, and he had a smile from ear to ear while saying that. 

“More than you?” you risk saying. 

“Know your limits.”, he replied, and you both started laughing. You love the sound of his laugh and how it seems to hug your heart and make all your worries disappear. 

He then parks the car. You live at the trailer right in front of his, such a short distance, but he still sees you at your door. 

“Today was fun, Eds, thank you.” Of course, every day you spend with him is always great, but you always thank him anyway; you are not sure if he realizes how much you enjoy spending time with him. 

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Morning shift tomorrow?” You are happy to see that he remembers your work schedule at Arcade. 

“Yes… let’s meet at 2 pm?” You were working a lot recently, doing overtime whenever you could to get more money - but you still did your best to ensure you always had time to see him. 

“Sure, I have only a couple of deals to do in the morning, and I’ll still be with the car. I’ll pick you up there. See you tomorrow!”.  You watched him turn around and go back to his trailer. You had to admit that you would have liked it if he gave you another kiss on the cheek like earlier today... But, hey, where had this thought come from? You brushed off that thought and prepared to enter your home. 

Your father was snoring on the couch. You could smell the cigarettes and see all the beer cans spread across the floor. The good news was that, as he was sleeping, he could not scream or fight with you for arriving late. You tried to clean as much as possible before taking a shower, and as you were getting ready to sleep, you quickly looked out the window, seeing that Eddie's room lamp was still on. You wondered what he was doing but were too tired to give much thought. “Good night, Eds,” you murmured while returning to bed. 

It was another morning at The Palace Arcade. You had already cleaned the space, checked if everything was working correctly, and updated the lost and found item list, so now you just had to keep an eye on the kids playing. Suddenly, a drawing of a knight appeared in front of you, with a smiley Will behind it. 

“Hey, Happy to see you! Let me see this…” You picked up the drawing to look closer. This time he drew the knight of Dragon’s lair, one of the arcade games.  “This looks amazing, Will! You are giving me a hard time, aren’t you? Challenge accepted!” You have this little agreement with Will. Each week one of you will draw something and challenge the other to a new version of it, and then compare drawings. 

“I’m sure yours will be amazing too! Jonathan wants to know if you are still stopping by tomorrow to help with his photos. I’ll ask him to get cookies for you if you do” - You and Jonathan were friends for a while, but after Will went missing, you got closer to Will and his friends too. 

“Sure, I’ll be there! Where are the boys?” you ask, already handing him the arcade coins Jonathan had already paid for him yesterday. “They are coming. I’ll play a bit while waiting for them.” he then smiled and waved at you while going to check the machines. 

“Hello, sunshine, spoiling our customers again?” said Ben in a cheerful voice. He will pick the afternoon shift, so you didn’t expect to see him there yet. 

“Doing great! But I guess you have around 20 minutes of freedom before coming here…” you replied with a smile. Ben was always gentle with you, not only at work but also at school. He has moved to the city recently, and even though he usually hangs out with the basketball guys, he never bullies you as they do. 

He leans on the counter, saying, “But I’m not coming to work early. I just thought that maybe you would like having someone to talk to… I mean, someone that is not a child, you know?”. You wanted to reply that you didn’t mind - The kids were always lovely to you, you have fun with them, of course not much as fun as you usually have with Eddie... You headshake your head, trying to take the thought about Eddie out of your head. 

“I’m sorry, I guess you don’t want me here.”. Ben thought that when you headshaked, you were signaling that you didn’t want to talk with him. 

“That’s not what I meant. Stay, let’s talk”, you say, touching his hand to stop him from leaving. He turns to you with a smile and something in his eyes…. Hope? You don’t know, but he doesn’t let you hold on to that for long as he starts talking, and the conversation flows.

“Yeah, and that’s why I was wondering if you would like to go out with me sometime…” You didn’t see it coming. You were not even sure you heard it right. “Sorry, you what?” You feared it might sound rude, but you needed him to repeat that. 

“I-I asked you a question… do you want to go out sometime?”. 

“Like a date?” - you had to clarify that. 

“Y-yeah, like a date. What do you say?” 

You hope your mouth is not wide open while trying to process everything. No boy has ever asked you out before. No boy has ever even looked at you as a potential date; Nancy had told you that it was just a matter of time or maybe a case of you paying more attention to your surroundings… you wondered what she would say when you told her about it. 

“Sure, I’d love to!” You noticed you sounded a little too excited. Of course, you are not in love with Ben or anything… but he is a nice guy, so why not enjoy his company? And upon seeing how happy Ben was, it seemed the right thing. 

“Friday night, at the diner, I need to close the arcade, but then I can pick you up at your house…” and you froze. 

Ben didn’t know you lived at the trailer park, but you knew that he lived near the wealthiest side of the city. He probably wouldn’t like going to the trailer park… and your father would freak out when he sees you going out with a boy… and you don’t want to scare Ben with that. 

“I’ll meet you here, I’ll help you close, and we can go together,” you quickly said, and Ben was happy with that.

The last minutes of your shift went by fast, and you were already on the sidewalk when Eddie pulled over. As you were walking towards the car, you heard him saying, “No, no, no…” while he was walking in your direction and opened the passenger door for you. “Please allow me to help you, m’lady” - you giggled and entered the car, waiting for him to join.

“Are you hungry? I made you a sandwich. Here, take it. There are more waiting for you back home. You won’t believe the wild dream I had last night…” and the ride home was mainly you eating while he told you about his dreams of slaying beasts, how his morning was and how much he had made from today’s deals. 

Weekends and parties were always the best times for his business - you were not a big fan of him selling weed. Still, you also knew that there were not many opportunities for those from the trailer park, and his father's reputation also did not help Eddie in his attempts to find a job. 

He opened the car door for you and quickly opened the trailer door, inviting you to enter. You noticed that things were organized and clean - he had a busy morning cleaning the trailer, as he mentioned in the car. 

“I’m back home, sweetheart,” he said, taking his guitar when he entered his bedroom. You smiled, thinking how funny it was that the only two things he uses this pet name for are you and his guitar—two essential items in his life… or that’s what you would like to believe. 

“I can’t wait to show you what I learned to play,” This was how your afternoon together started. You love to see him playing. He is really in his element, and, as always, he is performing as if he was live to millions of people… but it is a private show for you. And you would bang your head and sing along to the songs. It was always priceless -  These were perfectly happy moments of your life, and you did not take them for granted. 

He then puts his guitar back in place and picks up your drawing notebook and his dungeon master notes, lending them to you. “Would you please help me draw some new creatures? I’ll get us something to drink, be right back.” 

Eddie could draw, but he always said that you were far better at it than him, and he used to explain to you what he wanted, then you did your best to translate it into the paper. You love to draw and paint; it is your form of expression - you would never be able to be theatrical as Eddie was, but if someone handed you a piece of paper and a pencil, you could draw the world. 

He comes back into the bedroom, puts Iron Maiden to play, and starts telling you what he has in mind. Then, once you start drawing, he begins his campaign preparations, both of you working on your stuff but still stopping now and then, giggling when looking at each other, drinking a little before getting back to work.

“This is gonna be great; if you guys thought yesterday was hard, next Friday would be awesome”. Your heart dropped. Friday night. Hellfire. Your date. You completely forgot about it. 

“I’m sure the guys will be prepared too… but they will love whatever is coming; they always do.” You were still thinking about how you were going to tell Eddie that you wouldn’t be there. 

“And you too, I hope. Come on, sweetheart, I know your character was knocked out yesterday, but we can work this out.” Eddie senses that something is off, but he thinks you are still frustrated about how it ended yesterday. 

“No need to worry about it. I won’t be there, one less person for you to torture” you try hard to sound playful, but your nervousness is apparent. 

“What do you mean? Is your father trying to ground you again? We can handle this, you know, right?” He is looking straight at you with a worried look. 

“No, that’s not it…” You don’t know what to say and can’t look Eddie in the eye. He is visibly anxious, raising his eyebrows, his way of asking, “What?”

“I-I c-can’t go… I have… a date” - the last word said no louder than a whisper. You are still not looking into Eddie’s eyes, but you can feel him getting up when he yells, “YOU WHAT?”

“Don’t be so mad, Eds… It’s just one night, and my character is already dead anyway.” you imagined that he would be upset, but he seems to be overreacting. 

“So you killed yourself on purpose to skip Hellfire? To go on a date?”. Eddie felt betrayed. Everything was perfect, and now you were trying to prank him. It just didn’t make sense to him. 

“I know it’s hard for you to think someone could see me as a girl worth taking on a date, Eddie, but it happened. And for the record, I didn’t kill my character on purpose, and you should know better than that.”, you scolded him. You wish he could feel how angry you are. You know how important Hellfire is for him, but you can’t understand why he is reacting that way. 

“Who is him?” - He asked, curiosity pinching his brain. 

“Ben, he works with me at the Arcade…” and before you could continue, Eddie interrupted you again, “He already spends hours with you there, and now here he is trying to take Fridays from us!!”

“Nobody is taking anyone from anything, Eds. It’s just a date. I thought you’d be happy for me!” - you were both still yelling, but now you also stand up and try to hold his hand in hopes that it would help him calm down, but he takes a step back… and it hurts you.

“I can’t be happy if you are so stupid and don’t see you making a big mistake. He doesn’t care about you, and he knows nothing about you. Does he know that you are part of the trailer park scum? Do you think that he will stick around? They don’t understand us, and they don’t want to be with us. He won’t want you.” 

You could feel the tears bubbling inside you. Eddie’s words are hurting more than you thought was possible. So this is what he feels about you? If your best friend thinks that way, what chances do you have with the rest of the world? 

“Y-you are wrong” Your head was spinning. It all seemed like a nightmare. You didn’t think that things would get as bad as they were getting. 

“No, you are!! He is going to break your heart. Mark my words.” Finally, you just couldn’t bottle your emotions anymore, which was too much. “YOU ARE THE ONE BREAKING MY HEART RIGHT NOW” you yelled at him, tears flowing out of your eyes.

“Is that so?” He gasped and changed to a blank facial expression. “As I’m no good for you, I’ll keep my distance. Just don’t come back to me when he does break your heart, ok? I tried to warn you, but you just won’t listen. You made your choice. Deal with it… without me.” 

It was too much to take in. Just a couple of minutes ago, you were smiling and having fun. How did it come to this? It just doesn’t make any sense. “Eddie, please…” you tried to say, still sobbing. 

“You should go now.” Eddie said, looking down and pointing the way out. He doesn’t want to look at you anymore. 

You pack your things and leave his bedroom. Then, holding the doorknob of his trailer front door, you look back - You still have a small hope that he would come and apologize, but he is still in his bedroom. 

You go out, dizzy, concentrating on putting one step after another. You feel your trailer is miles away from his instead of just a couple of steps. When you enter your home and see that your father is not there, a wave of relief crosses your body. You just don’t have the strength to face your father today, not after that. 

“Just a bad day, just a bad dream. Tomorrow, everything will be fine.” You say to yourself, hoping that it will come true. 

Meanwhile, Eddie is looking out the window, seeing if you got home safely. When you closed your front door and were out of his eyesight, he turned around and punched the wall, making the knuckles on his hand hurt.

He sits at his bed, fingers passing on his hair as he tries to hold his head down when a scream leaves his mouth: “FUCK!”

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Notes: I've done my best, but as this is my first fic, English is not my first language, and this had no proofreading, there may be minor mistakes; feel free to highlight any of them in the comments so I can adjust - Feedback is always appreciated too

[lapiswater]

Glenn Close Poll

I look at the SexiestPodcastCharacterPoll and just think about the united force of everyone in it. The small little fire that burned just barely get past the first trial somehow grew bigger and bigger and hotter and gunna be honest a lot funnier till eventually it was a united front to take the crown. And we did the first time.

then came the second crown and it was another epic fight filled with so much love and fire and art about an old man who honestly is an ehhh dad. Some people gave their all and others like me were in the corner cheering. How could such a small fire grow so big that he won again. This group who just started small grew into a real operation, to commit epic none illegal voter frauds.

and right at the age of victory, the nightvale came.

now don’t skewer me on a pike but I’ve never listened and while it’s on my list I get distracted easy. What I do know is that nightvale is one of the biggest things here and probably the world, at least now honestly I thought we would just do the same as before. Again clueless.

just watching us fall as the first hour hit I think honestly, we didn’t know if silly could win. I honestly hoped it could. No matter how great a fandom or character is, I thought the power of togetherness could. But well… obviously no.

this is long so I’ll just get to the point. Watching this battle from my point was everyday seeing 99+ different posts about the first, watching different fandoms come together for the fight, or just sweet art (like really sweet), and cheering on the obvious underdog. And we didn’t win. Sure that stings, I was hoping we could as this would just be nice, so many united and defeating something that we all can agree is kinda unbeatable. One silly man defeating a pillar of tumblr. We didn’t but just looking at the votes and seeing that 45%… who could have gotten 5% away from being even with a nightvale character ON TUMBLR.

I think we should thank those who gave a great fight, those who gave their all (and pens) to lead the way, and finally those who just came from different fandoms to help out with voters fraud. We give ourselves a pat on the back, and just say what this dnd fandom taught us.

it’s going to be alright!

thank you for reading this long writing from a lil lady.

[lohstandfound]

My favourite If We Were Villains annotations from me and @roleplay-fan

Transcript and context:

"DNA vibes" "I can't tell which boy would say this. Not Brian probably"

'Are we Richard tonight or are we dick?' "no thoughts just amusing line" "John Tate to Richard -> could be Cathy too"

"kinky" "Alexa, play 'Unholy' by Sam Smith"

"oh wow sounds lowkey me" "*bonks you with self-love bat*" "I mean always playing supporting roles"

"I desperately need a map of the university a very detailed one"

'In my case, the latter.' "did you listen to Richard"

"they're friends, they're family and that's what makes this story such a tragedy"

"kinky bottom XD"

"my god why did it take me so long to pick up on James & Oliver?"

"It's my copy of IWWV and I'll highlight all the Shakespeare I want"

"*same energy as 'ZAK! PUT A SHIRT ON!'" "this is both Cathy about Leah AND Nadia about Ivy" "[next to an arrow pointing to 'Leah'] maybe other way around"

"MEREDITH IS DANNIE!" [Dannie = Danny from DNA, who was played as non-binary]

"MAYBE NOT" [immediately carries on from previous annotation]

"why did 'HAVE YOU INVENTED FUCKING WEED YET' come to mind?" [in reference to a line about theatre kids being weird/laughing at anything. also a moment from our dnd campaign]

"To be fair, y'all spout shakespeare and not everyone understands that"

[after a quote about stars] "I can see the stars again, my lady" "Rude!"

"you. are. a. good. actor" [in reference to Oliver insisting he's not and being surprised when no one agrees]

"left alone to fend for themselves and indulge in illusions? yeah" [after Filippa says she thinks they were fucked up from the beginning]

"you are in love with him"

"catch me pouring libations to Dionysus before cast parties"

"he would love a portrait of himself"

"was he wanting Oliver to be his Juliet? To James, Oliver isn't his sidekick but the love interest. They are the lovers in James' story but oliver is still stuck being the weak link, sidekick and so on, no matter what anyone else says about his talent"

"same energy as 'anything is a weapon if you yeet it hard enough'"

"He faked his death? the ending is just as sad as Bare"

[queencaramilflinda]

Can I ask why you're a shriek week hater? Genuinely curious! I never watched it

Ok so I am putting this below a cut in case anyone doesn't want to look at discourse which is completely understandable. Also this got kinda long oops

Shriek week... where do I begin? Since you haven't seen the season, let me step back and explain the premise. Shriek Week was a season set at a university for monsters, DM'd by Gabe Hicks. It used a system made by Gabe called the Mythic System. Each PC (Ally Beardsley, Lily Du, Ify Nwadiwe and Dani Fernandez) plays a student at the school for monsters.

I should also preface by saying I havent seen the season since it came out years ago so this is all based on my best memory and posts about the situation

The plot. It is said in the adventuring party that the original premise for this season was for it to be a straight up and down dating sim style game, but that Gabe decided to go another direction between episodes 1&2, which means that the plot was clearly scraped together extremely last minute and is generally nonsensical. It involves clones and an evil plant and a bunch of other stuff, it's just kind of bad. The fact that the plot was shoe-horned in last minute also really effects the pacing of the season, because it was only 4 episodes long and only ever originally supposed to be a fun and quirky dating sim game.

The rail-roading. This problem is deeply connected to the previous point. I havent seen Gabe in literally anything else so in no way am I making any statement about his abilities as a DM, and I am not the type to throw the phrase rail-roading around willy-nilly. The thing is, that because the clones and evil plant monster plot got thrown in so last minute with so little time to be resolved, it a little bit took away player agency, with players consistently attempting/asking to do things only to be told no, and instead led down a very particular path. Usually I am very forgiving of this sort of behavior as DMing is very hard and it can be easy for players to get distracted from the plot at hand... however the players were brought into this game under the pretense that it would be rom-com in genre, not plot heavy. So it kind of makes sense for them to be confused and not on board with the plot that they didn't know to expect.

Terry Talbo. Ok this maybe a me thing, because I do not particularly like Ify Nwadiwe in general, but the way he plays his character Terry Talbo has always made me uncomfortable. To quote a post I made several months ago " Ify plays his character as being kind of pushy towards women, not taking no as an answer when asking them out, and generally being toxically masculine in a way that was not criticized by the narrative or even really the players at all." A scene that distinctly sticks out in my head as both bad manners and bad gameplay is when Terry attempts to ask out a woman at the gym, and rolls low on his check. As a result, the woman says no. Instead of backing off like a normal person Terry doubles down and insists on rolling at least one or two more times to try again, and eventually the lady relents and agrees to go on a date with him. It all just felt icky, and it was not just a one time occurrence.

The cast. (This may also just be a me thing). Each member of that cast individually are deeply funny and talented individuals. However the majority of them did not know each other and the chemistry of the group was way off and did not pass the vibe check to me. One of my favorite things about actual play shows is the secondhand feeling you get of being in a friend group and playing dnd. Shriek Week did not have this, which reduced my enjoyment.

The University Setting. I am putting this last because it's such a small complaint comparatively speaking, but the seasons that came immediately before Shriek Week were The Seven and Misfits and Magic. It was the third season in a row to take place in a school as one of its primary locations, and I think im not the only one who was feeling burned out of this premise by this point.

This is what I have off the top of my head without fact checking anything, so I apologize if I am missing something major or am incorrect about any of the details! I love d20, and while Shriek Week was not for me, it has in not in anyway impacted my devotion for the show.

[purplekoop]

Koop Talks About (#1)... Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves A 9th-Level Pleasant Surprise!

So the first of the movies I watched with my dearest partner during our thanksgiving meetup trip was the D&D movie, which... I'll be blunt, I didn't really expect much from. As much joy as I've had with DnD over the past few years, I don't really give much credit to DnD itself as a "brand". My memories come from the primarily homebrewed campaigns and thoroughly original PCs, saturated with house rules and whatever the hell I convinced my partner would fit in a DnD game. I even started a campaign of my own with an original setting, though it sadly didn't last long due to personal motivation. But all these memories I associate more with each game as separate entities from the nebulous basic concept of DnD, so an original story relying entirely on established official DnD monsters, locations, and characters didn't have much innate appeal to me.

Fortunately, Honor Among Thieves doesn't rely on pure DnD iconography and fanservice to be a solid film. It instead is a solid film on its own right, a fun and satisfying fantasy film that uses the props of established DnD material to tell a good story just as any Dungeon Master would. I have next to no complaints with it as just a movie, and the context of it serving as a big screen adaptation of a plausible DnD adventure smooth any gaps in its score for me. (Not that I'm scoring these things, don't expect THAT much from me.)

So let's start the in-depth topics where any DnD game does: the cast of characters.

What'd be of concern in a true DnD game but is more excusable in the context of a mainstream motion picture is the fact the movie has a clear main character: the questionably named Edgin, played by one of the Hollywood Chrises of all time, Pine. Pathetic as an alleged Bard (doesn't cast a SINGLE bard spell, he just sings a couple times, coward), Edgin is the cornerstone of the story, serving as the focal driving force of the plot and the (eventually assembled) party. We meet him and his longtime adventuring cohort, the barbarian Holga (played by Michelle Rodriguez), at the very start of the film, and follow their story throughout, from dramatic backstory retelling to the end. It's Edgin's story, which feels a bit skewed in focus for a DnD context, but I understand and agree with giving the story a definitive focal character for the sake of being a simple and cohesive film. It helps that his story is effective, with his character being charming yet flawed in a way that I thankfully think adds up to being likeable. Fortunate also that the overwhelming majority of this movie's "MCU dialogue" is confined to him, which I was personally unbothered by here. It contrasts a bit with most of the cast speaking in believable enough fantasy speak, but it fits for his sort of "scheming quick-witted bastard" persona, plus I guess also makes him a grounding point for an unfamiliar broader audience to attach to. The more modern speaking patterns are generally contained to the main cast of the four "player characters", so again, it's fair enough they don't keep the act quite as well as the "NPCs". I can see it be a bit grating to some, but personally I thought it was fine.

Oh yeah, I glossed over Holga. As great as she is, there's not much to say on her. Barbarians are usually pretty simple but great, lady barbarians are even better. She's not too "whimsical" of a barbarian, she doesn't say "I would like to rage" verbatim, much less do anything that looks like an active "rage state", but frankly it doesn't bother me too much. She's not too complicated, but she has some great moments, and has a subtle but solid performance.

Third of the four is Simon the sorcerer, played by Justice Smith of Detective Pikachu fame and also probably other things. He's the character with the second most "MCU dialogue", but his weird semi-accent he plays the character with hides it a little better. He's also the only one of the party's three casting classes to actively cast spells, but like. It'd be annoying to conveniently explain to a general audience what makes this magic different from this magic and this magic, so I get minimizing who actually gets to do casting. You could argue even that DnD has the problem of relying on casting as a mechanic a bit too much, but hey that's a different opinion ramble. Anyways Simon. He's fun too. He has the second most prominent story arc of the party, which while simple is still satisfying to see to its fruition. It's also fun to see an adaptation of wild magic specifically, which I do wish was extrapolated on further but again, I get keeping it simple.

Last up is Doric, the tiefling druid played by Sophia Lillis. Unfortunately she's also the least up, at least in screentime. She joins the story a significant portion after the rest of the main party, and while around for most of the ride she still feels a bit disconnected from the plot. After being shakily convinced to aid in the quest, she does get a really fun action scene to show off her wild shape abilities. While very much bending the technical rules backwards for most of her scenes with the ability (in some cases even impacting the official game, I believe the rules on what you can turn into were altered for the next major edition specifically to allow for turning into an owlbear like in the movie), I'm willing to ignore that for how fun they get with the gimmick. Again, slightly weird how her druid magic is limited to just wild shape, but again, it's fine, we're keeping it simple and approachable, I get it. I also get the choice to not give her the more conventional bright chromatic skin tone most players associate with tieflings. With the horror stories for how full-body painted live action characters have been on the actors (Drax being a notably egregious-sounding example), I don't blame them for keeping the demonic details restrained. The tail is cute at least, got that much. Her performance is also a bit low-impact, but she has her moments in the group dynamic, even if somewhat sparse.

The side characters meanwhile I have no complaints for. The hyper-competent temporary paladin party member Xenk (played by the eye-pleasing Regé-Jean Page) was a delight, both in the incidental comedy he brought and also the genuine sincerity he grounds the plot with.

The antagonists meanwhile are minor spoilers (though fairly obvious and short-term) so skip this next paragraph if you want to dodge those:

The glorious scheming bastard Forge Fitzwilliam (played by Hugh Grant, the glorious voice of the Pirate Captain from Pirates: Band of Misfits/In an Adventure with Scientists and nothing else possibly as important) is an absolute delight of a scheming love-to-hate villain, whose lack in actual threat besides financial power is made up for by the less entertaining but thoroughly menacing Red Wizard, Sofina (played by Daisy Head). They balance each other out nicely, and I feel like the movie's lineup of antagonists is both enjoyable and functional as a result.

Moving away from the characters themselves to how they're presented, the effects in this movies are faaaaaanTASTIC. The highest praises I heard sang for this movie in advance were towards its use of animatronics, suits, and other practical effects to depict some of the forgotten realms' more fantastical yet mundane inhabitants. About every other scene features a dragonborn, tabaxi, or aarakocra, which is brought to life with real, physical, classic effects. It adds such an element of richness to the world and makes the film feel so much more sincere. The more typical modern big-budget CGI effects are of course here in spades as well, but their presence feels earned and reserved for just the effects that like... yeah no, you're not doing that with modern physical technology. Helps that these effects also look good, which, yeah, they do. There's an effect or two for a gag that feels a little "modern" or otherwise out of place, but these are pretty sparse and still entertaining enough to pass as a suspension-bending bit that any DM with a sense of humor would allow.

I think that brings me to the last big thing that I think I need to give credit to this movie for: it works great as a movie, but it also feels right as a DnD movie. It's a well-told fantasy story that sets up and pays off a solid story with a solid cast in a beautifully depicted world. But just as much, it feels like DnD. The superficial references, like the specific array of iconic monsters the movie draws from and the names of locations and such, even the mechanics of certain spells and items, those are all great, and my partner especially adored some of the more niche references. But like I said earlier, DnD to me is just as much an energy, a feeling, as it is a set of rules and pre-built assets. It's the subtleties of how the party makes their plans and talks about their backstories, the way the world and adventure is framed, even the staging of the final fight scene, all bends conventional action film etiquette in favor of feeling authentic to the experience of playing DnD in a way that works shockingly well, all without shirking the film's duties as a film released in theaters for a mainstream audience. There's not really any moments where I think I'd need to explain something to my mom or anyone equally clueless on DnD's mechanics, they could just watch it as a solid fantasy adventure flick. It's two exceptionally well done layers of enjoyment, which I think is even more exceptional on its own.

So yeah, even to someone who literally knows nothing about DnD, I can recommend this one pretty comfortably. It's a fun action movie that doesn't fall into every pitfall of modern action movies, keeping a sincerely enjoyable solid story to the end. It's not groundbreaking, but it's still great. To someone who does know DnD... well uh, honestly my glowing review wavers a bit depending on how picky you are. If you're willing to excuse the mechanical inaccuracies and oversights for the sake of making the film a more accessible watch to broader audiences, then this film is even better than it is to those audiences. If you're not though, then... well honestly I think that's just as much a "you" problem as it is an issue with the movie. Yes I know nothing short of a level 20 druid can wildshape that much without a rest, just shut up and watch the lady turn into animals a bunch in this cool action scene, it's fine.

On a similar note to adaptations, the next two are also adaptations of game franchises: one that still thoroughly confuses my tiny brain, and one that I think I can confidently say I know a little more about.

[channelrat]

Today I felt like talking a bit about Fei or the First Realm’s backstory. So, here you go!

As the name states, Fei is the ‘First Realm’. Because it kind of is, but also not really. It’s more of the first functional realm, the prototype that survived. The Realms were all created by someone known as Lady Feishire and her husband, Lord Gwenfurheir.

They spent many years trying to create a functional realm, over and over, before they finally created Fei. After that, they had an idea on what to do, so they created the other sixteen realms, and then created some other beings, the Primordials, to basically customize/decorate/inhabit the other realms while they worked on the newly founded First Realm.

Now, the First Realm, while it was functional and people could actually live on it and not die immediately, it was still just a prototype. Not the final draft or project. A simple prototype. So, there were many things wrong with it that the other realms didn’t share. The most notable was how unstable it was. Simply entering or exiting the realm was dangerous enough. You could disappear, lose a limb or even die just doing any of that.

It got to the point that Feishire and Gwenfurheir had to consider destroying it when an Immortal Blood, Alkor (if you remember him, how, give me your memory, he was mentioned, like, once), proposed an idea. His husband, a fellow Immortal Blood named Alisean, was very skilled in things like that. So, with some help from Feishire, Gwenfurheir, a few Primordials, and this branch of (technical) government (not really) known as the Primordial’s Council, they were all able to create Core Alisean.

They really did not feel like naming it so they just slapped ‘core’ in front of Alisean’s name and called it good. It’s like writers. Sometimes they just use song lyrics as titles and excerpts from the story for summaries (like me :D).

Core Alisean stood far above Concord Devata, a minor kingdom in Corelias. What it did was stabilize the First Realm, allowing safe entry in and out. The First Realm was connected with the other sixteen realms and, in the end, its termination was prevented.

Only a few years after its creation, however, Feishire consulted Alisean about creating a fail-safe that, should some threat attempt to come through, would shut down Core Alisean and cut off the First Realm.

Albeit a bit confused and slightly concerned, Alisean agreed and created a fail-safe. Nobody believed it would ever need to be used, but only half a year later, Feishire was found dead by Alkor, a quickly scrawled note informing them that a threat was soon to come for the First Realm and that Core Alisean needed to be shut down immediately.

Panic and chaos ensued after this discovery and Core Alisean was shut down not even an hour afterwards, effectively cutting off the First Realm from all the others. Unfortunately, while the main evil who was later to be discovered as Lady Esin, Queen of the Eclipse, was kept out by Alisean’s creation, she was able to sneak in one of her own. Stormwielder, who would spend the following centuries hunting down and killing any and all Descendants of the Primordials.

Core Alisean remains shut down until Their Watchful Gazes, the second arc, where it is reactivated briefly before being shut down all over again.

And, yeah. Fei’s epic backstory. All of this is necessary in order to understand the second arc, which I will be talking about soon. Thank you for reading this and I’ll see you next time (and I’ll probably be talking about the second arc) :D

I was given a beautiful and talented god and then they were ripped away from me 😭😭😭😭 feishire my beloved you will be missed 😭😭😭😭

I gotta say I love the lore it's so interesting to me it's like my own personal little dnd book I'm having the time of my life reading it thank you for sharing 💜

[dead-librarian]

Dec 11, 2021

Pauline said earlier that I should start a diary. So here we are. I don't think I've done anything like this since high school. ....I've had a horrible night.

The past few days have been... eventful. Especially the meeting with Harrison. He knows. Not the whole thing, but he knows. I don't really know why I kept lying. At least I got some more information about J, though.

I fucked up right after the meeting, though, because I wasn't thinking (I mess up a lot because of that, really), and a breach happened. A lady wasn't asleep when I thought she was and she ran off and I didn't tell anyone, like a fucking idiot. ...I'm bound again because of it now, as punishment. Harrison said it was either that or I tell him about the people I care about, and I can't have that. I care about them, and if I think about it too much it seems to be that I don't care as much about things as I used to. I don't want to think about it. ...Anyway, Amy and Chris are some of the only shreds of normalcy I have left. I hate the bond. It's like I'm losing my autonomy all over again, slowly. But there's another part of me that... .... Harrison's blood tasted like Jeremiah's. I didn't think I would ever taste it again. Part of me really wanted to keep drinking. ..I think something's wrong with me. Jeremiah was awful. Still is. I still chase after him, though. He's an unfinished story that I want to figure out (What else do I have left?).

Pauline picked me up after I got bonded. She said I could talk to her, and if I could I would, but... I just can't talk about that- About everything that's on my mind. Or in it (ha).

But I told her it was complicated, with me and J. And it is. I have so many questions for him. He still doesn't fucking tell me anything, but some things never change, I guess.

I wish my headache would go away.

Anyway- We ended up in Pauline's office, and I felt like a complete failure, really, sitting there with the two of them. I've really just been causing them problems- the whole thing was reminiscent of high school, if I'm being honest. Like sitting in an office after "starting a fight". We went off to the territory so Blake could show me a way to feed- well, I think the plan derailed slightly, maybe. He lured someone away (Maybe in the past I'd think it was romantic to share a cigarette like that), and I wasn't sure how to feel about what he was doing at first- and then J had to show up and tell me not to fuck up, but I knew that- and... anyway, in regards to drinking that guy's blood: I can have another sexuality crisis later.

We agreed to have Victor check out the fox that Blake saw at our territory, did a mission for him to deliver a cursed box– well, everyone else agreed with it. I don't like the Hecata; the idea that they can mess with souls make me nervous about what they could do to me, but I had already caused enough trouble for one night. I went along with it. (Just stay quiet so that you don't mess up more. A familiar pattern.) That box was like a cursed magical item from a DnD game. It had souls in it– Two of them.

., Anyway– what the hell was Blake thinking, driving like that?! He caused someone to crash– I think I wasn't as disturbed as I should've been. Pauline didn't seem to pick up on that. Blake lost the box, but we found it again, and I managed to talk the box into being nice to us. I have charm, I suppose. Blake seemed to like the Hecata lady; and I'm questioning his taste, to be honest. Okay, that's not the point of this diary. We helped her with one other task; again, I went along because I didn't want to cause any trouble. I just wanted to go back to my apartment, though- helping her out more wasn't part of the deal! I got the promise of information, though. I think my annoyance outweighs that.

What was even the point of me being there? I didn't even do anything, and then we had to leave because the police showed up for the second time that night, and the souls were screaming for help and I'm not sure if I even cared about that, and now I'm in a shitty motel room scribbling down an attempted coded diary in one of my notepads after breaking down and sobbing in the fucking restroom. God.

fuck.

The bus ride here was... I was alone, really, or as alone as I can be nowadays. I never thought I would miss my eyes hurting from the lights.

Blake and Pauline both got out relatively okay. Pauline seems to be in trouble, though. I hope she's okay. I know I can't tell her what happened to me, but... I don't know. It's nice she's willing to listen, though sometimes I feel bad that she does. Or maybe I just feel bad for both her and Blake in general, since both died younger than me. (I think they were as old as Amy is now.) So much has fucking happened. I'm not good at any of this. Why did J choose me anyway? Why did he even fucking do any of that? Why was I the only one he decided to bind? (Is it selfish to wonder if he even cared? Would that make it better or worse? Would I even care about the answer?) ...He ruined my life. I ruined his. Maybe we're both at fault. Nevermind. This is turning into a rant about an ex, once again. Hopefully I'll remember to keep writing in this. -L

[loracarol]

Manhwa Masterlist

I'm making a list for myself on what I'm reading since I'm an Old and don't want to log into some of the.... websites.... that I'm reading at lmao.

I'm a Villainess, Can I Die? - Light Novel version, chapter 50 / Manhwa chapter 28

Trigger warnings galore

I want good things for her :(

The Scorned Villainess Survives in the Wilderness, chapter 55

Okay, but what's happening with the 'hero' of the story?

Does she know that she's in a story too? And that she's supposed to be the hero?

A bit OOT, is that intentionally a plot point or just weird writing?

Not Just Anybody Can Become a Villainess, chapter 70

Not sure how this is a 'villainess' story tbh

The FMC winning people's hearts w/ modern cooking (MSG) is a win + wonderful faces

Ughhhhh FMK, kill the duke every time

Queen Cecia's Shorts , season 2 (after chapter 86)

Please let the LI be bi even after he realizes that he's in love with a woman pulling a Mulan

Next time I run a DnD game, I'm going to handwave any issues with the fashions by claiming that someone showed up, claimed they were from another world, and introduced zippers and trouser suits for ladies before vanishing

I don't use tampons personally, but I 100% am cheering on Yuri, and her quest to create Ye Olde Tampone

Normally I hate the "mistaken for pervert" trope because I've seen it played out shittily sooooo many times, but I think I liked it in this version because (1) Yuri had an actual reason to be concerned - a woman fainted in front of her and she thought that loosening the corset would help, (2) Yuri has to disguise herself as a boy, but it's clear that she Very Much Isn't, and in that moment, she forgot what it would look like, (3) there are Actual Consequences, it's just treated like a Joke, (4) the victim is given time off to deal with her medical problems, and is not shamed for her behavior.

Abandoned Wife Has a New Husband, chapter 69

OOT in how bad the FMC's life has been, but watching her get revenge is lovely

A couple of years have gone by??? What???

The one with the magic incest-based sex changes

Those outfits tho

Also, I cannot take the last name seriously, I'm sorry - Brinacle? Like Barnacle? 🤣

But hey, the MC is getting into politics now! So that's actually kind of cool, ngl. I thought that the wedding would be the end but nope. She's using her political power/influence to try and change the laws that caused her to be harmed in the first place. Neat. :D

Under the Oak Tree - Chapter 50.5

Maxi ❤️❤️❤️

TBH I like the comic better than the light novel - I think the changes that they made to Riftan made me like him better

You know that meme about people gaining weight as healing? There's a scene in the manhwa that I don't remember in the light novel where the cooks get all excited over Maxi getting an appetite/eating more. Just saying.

A modern AU would have:

Maxi's in college, and her dad agreed to pay for her tuition

He changed his mind to pay for Rosetta's wedding

Maxi found out about this last minute, but also her dad is too rich for her to get any financial aid / FAFSA

Riftan offers to marry her so that she can be considered independent of her father's finances

She ends up in med school after it turns out that she's actually (shock! horror!) really smart and really good at the sciences, but her dad constantly told her that she would never amount to anything >:(

I will except 0 criticism on this

The Villainess Matchmaker - Volume 2, Chapter 8 (manga), chapter 35 (manhwa)

Saw a tag on one of the sites calling it a 'reverse harem', and if that's the case surrounding the 'Villainess'? I will die laughing

The prime minister trying to orchestrate a Romance Novel around the prince + his lowborn girlfriend, so that people will accept their relationship more? Despite her origins?

Comedy genius

The moment when the 'villainess' admits that she's having more fun playing the part of the 'villainess' because she gets to behave less 'proper' ugh, poor baby

Julia is wonderful and I only want good things for her

Nulliitas: The Half-Blood Royalty/The Counterfeit Bride, chapter 68

This one has A Lot of sexual assault, so uh, thanks for that, I guess

Including incestuous, so that's fun.

Everyone in this family is so unlikable that I'm at the point where I'm only reading to see how the MC and her LI take their revenge

(And to make sure that the MC's mom is alright)

Not really happy with the way that being gay is used in this series

But on the flip side, the only people who are shitty about it are the Bad Guys?

Like, one is the Unrequited-Lover-Turned-Villainess who tells the MC that her LI is gay after the LI turns her down

Which the LI decides to play into? For some reason? Until he realizes that Actually The LI Believed It? Um. Sir. Are you, what they say, stupid?

The other is the Villainous Parent Of The MC who's worried that he's sending his son to the care of a man who is rumored to "prefer young boys over women" which is. Yikes.

But seriously, can Avio just die already?? JFC

Like, I'm not expecting my romance manhwa to have a Very Special Lesson, but it's just Weird. I'm going to keep reading for now - seriously, some people need to get fucking murdered I s2g, but hopefully the weird #vibes end soon

[fabricated-misslieness]

Peter Parker x gender neutral reader with powers

Powers inspired by Fetch from Infamous Second Son

(I made this moodboard earlier on in the week to keep inspiration, since I didn’t have the time to write this then. This basically describes the reader)

Part 2 here

Requested: No

Word Count: 2512

Warnings: Swearing

Everyone knew (y/n) as the star of the track team, but to certain others he was a little more than that.

To the people in your classes, you were the quiet kid, the one that the teacher always seemed to forget to call. Yet they couldn’t seem to be that angry at your luck, maybe it was your charm, or maybe it was that sweet smile of yours.

To the quiet, shyer students, you were the nice popular kid, the one that would pull bullies away from others whenever you saw a situation arise. Ironically, the bullies were usually other popular kids.

To the popular kids, you were the one that they all liked, despite not talking much. You could say one sentence in an entire conversation and it would make them grow fonder of you.

To the kids in your art class, you were the one that always had a tip for their artwork, a tip that never failed to help. You were the artistic kid who got praise from everyone and would not hesitate to praise back.

To your best friends, you were crazy, in the good way. You had a risk to try every day and a gorgeous hide-away spot hidden in plain sight. But you had the tendency to disappear without a trace, though you were always back by a day or two. As for where you went, it was a mystery. They asked, but you never gave a direct answer.

To Peter Parker, you were someone that gave him subtle hints. Hints to what, he didn’t know, but you always winked when you saw him and didn’t have the time to speak, which was rare. You usually approached him, gave him a suave greeting, and sometimes a small pick up line. Ned told him they were pick up lines, but he didn’t actually believe that they were. The constant of the confusing equation that you were, though, was your smile. It was genuine. Not pitiful, not forced, not mocking, but truly, truly genuine.

It felt nice for someone, someone who wasn’t all that close to him, to smile at him in that way. He was used to the pitiful stares from people who knew what happened to his family, the forced ones he got from people trying to act nice, the mocking ones he got from Flash and his friends when they taunted him.

But to Spider-Man, you were an enigma. He’d usually find you spray painting the side of a building. Of course, he didn’t know it was you. Your ‘disguise’, he called it a disguise but it clearly wasn’t one, was a painting mask, one that blocked toxic paint fumes, and a beanie. Really, it was that simple. 

You couldn’t blame him, though, anytime you had the small gut feeling he, or for that matter any other law-abiding citizen, was nearby, you’d bolt.

Your powers came in handy for that.

Speaking of which, he wanted to know where those powers came from, if they were tech or superpowers, if you ever had to replenish, if they consumed something like energy, if you could do something other than run faster and let the trails linger, and several other questions.

Everything you did with them left a neon red glow or  trail, sometimes you even used them for your artwork.

Anyway, what even was the crime you did for Spider-Man to come after you?

Vandalism, straight up graffiti. That was certainly a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man kinda job, huh? Helping grandmas cross the street, old hispanic ladies get directions, stopping people from loitering where they shouldn’t be… non-Avengers level stuff.

Your graffiti was mostly political/social movement stuff, but sometimes it was a way for you to express yourself.

Nobody knew about your powers, hell, you didn’t even know where they came from. That was why you never told anybody, but man was it a hard secret to hold. Your reason was that they’d push you to become a superhero, like Spider-Man. That, however, wasn’t the biggest of your fears, nor the biggest reason.

You were scared. What would they think of you?

What would they think of the real you? The ‘you’ you wanted to show them.

You sighed, looking at the artwork on the wall. You’d worked as the ideas came to your head, even with how messy it was, it looked good. You felt like it represented you.

Even with how good it felt to paint your feelings out, your recent thoughts about how your friends, or really anybody at all, would react had altered your mood.

“How does Spider-Man do it?” You muttered to yourself. How did he keep a different identity, from superhero to teenager? At least you thought he was a teenager. Every time you ran from him he’d scream for you to “come back” or “slow down”, and he’d always sounded like a teenager.

“How do I do what?” Before you could run just like the other times, he webbed your wrist to the wall, too late to realize it was fresh paint and you had your watch on.

You shrunk back, side-eyeing the artwork and struggling against your restraint, forgetting in a state of panic that you could easily break it with your powers.

Spider-Man could see the panic in your eyes, and he was quick to calm you down.

“Struggling won’t--” No, Peter, that’s not how you reassure someone. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He was relieved to see panic to falter that teeny little bit.

“I just want to make a deal.” It struck him a few seconds later how wrong that sounded. “N-Not a drug deal, or anything.” 

The panic subsided, though the uneasy feeling didn’t. You were amused at his mixup, thought you didn’t show it.

“You stop spray painting areas where you’re not allowed, and I let you go with a warning.”

You raise an eyebrow, pulling down your mask slightly so that he could hear you properly. Peter couldn’t help but think you looked a little attractive that way.

“You’ve seen the activism stuff I’ve done.” He has, and he was all for it, but it was still vandalism. “The world needs to listen, and if they can’t, they have to see.” You stuffed your hands into your pockets. You would’ve assumed that Spider-Man would be all up for it, but it seemed like he wasn’t.

“Trust me, I agree with it, it’s just that it’s illegal.” He crossed his arms as if to intimidate you but it had no effect on you.

You huff, furrowing your eyebrows. “You know that’s bull, Spider-Man.”

“Look, I love your artwork, but you have no permits.” He insisted, which was making you grow more and more agitated.

“You don’t have to be lawful good.” Peter raised his eyebrows at the DND terms, but you couldn’t see that. “These are statements for the world. And they’re—“

Spider-Man gestured towards the graffiti behind you, which was clearly not a statement.

“Alright, you got me there.“ You roll your eyes, “I can stop these, but I will not stop the important ones. I put them in those places because I need the people to see.”

Spider-Man was conflicted. On one hand, you were morally correct. On the other lawful hand, the spray painting was still illegal. He didn’t know how he should act on this.

Once again, he could clearly see you growing frustrated.

He steps forward to put a hand on your shoulder, but as his hand lands on it, your powers let out a neon red shock.

It doesn’t affect you, but it clearly affects him… and the web on your wrist.

He collapses face-first on the ground of the alleyway.

“Shit,” You kneel down next to him. “Of all the times for these stupid powers to backfire, it’s now?”

You stand up, debating on whether or not you should flee from the scene, leaving the red clad superhero on the ground.

Your moral compass was pointing to no. You couldn’t just leave him here alone, he seemed hurt.

You’d never done something like that on accident, not to this degree. Anything else remotely similar had been used as self defense, to some mugger or two, and all it did was stun them for a sec so that you could run away.

You turn him over to check on him.

He appeared to be fine physically, but then again if he’d only fainted he’d be up and running by now. 

You sigh, stretching and getting ready to pick him up because he didn’t exactly look like a light-weight. Now, where was the nearest hideout?

Peter woke up in a sleeping bag. The first thought in his head wasn’t where he was, rather, why was his mask on? 

He moved to take it off but then remembered what happened last night.

Then he asked himself, where am I?

He strained to sit up. It felt like he’d been hit by a truck several times.

He first looked down because his head throbbed with a splitting headache. When he found himself stable enough, he looked at his surroundings. 

The first thing he’d noted to himself was that this was definitely not his bedroom, nor was it a place he recognized.

The second thing was, the place was dirty as all hell, it looked to be an abandoned warehouse. The only furniture seemed to be placed there by squatters, which was technically what you were, since this was your hideout.

You walked carrying a dunkin donuts bag. “You’re up?”

Without the beanie and the mask, he could finally see who you were. “(y/n)?” He whispered under his breath, hoping you wouldn’t catch that. You were the person who gave him hints, and also the star of the track team. No wonder you were able to run away from him that fast, even with your powers. He felt stupid, it was so obvious who you were.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You snicker, sitting next to him. You take note of the way he sways as he sits as if he were dazed, which he most likely was. “I’m going to assume you know me. As much as I’d like to guess who you were, I think that’d be a bit rude.”

Despite how dizzy he felt, Peter couldn’t help but notice you acted as if whatever happened in that alleyway didn’t happen.

You were being nice to him, even when he started that argument.

“I brought food, even if you won’t eat it in front of me.” You hand him a sandwich and a cup of water. Peter nods, taking the drinks but keeping them next to him. “I checked you for any serious injuries, had to pull back your suit.”

You notice the way he leans back from you, you take it as a sign of worry.

“Don’t worry, there was nothing serious. I didn’t check under your mask either, if you’re worried about that too.” You thought he would’ve assumed you didn’t from your previous comment about his identity, but panic can make you forget things, you guess. “Just bruises, and I think I gave you a concussion. They’re probably from that red burst... sorry about that by the way.”

“Probably?” He asked.

You hummed a yes, rubbing the back of your neck. “I don’t actually know much about these powers.” You played with the neon light of the glow stick you always carried around with you, in case you ever needed a recharge. You ‘pulled’ the light from the stick, admiring it. Spider-Man seemed to admire it too, though probably in an investigative manner.

After a while of molding it into different forms, you put it back on the stick. Peter took that as a sign to speak up.

“You don’t mind me knowing your identity?”

You stare up at him with a cheeky smile. Peter thought you looked beautiful under the red glow of the glowstick. “I wasn’t trying to hide it.”

Peter flushes a bright red, thankful for his mask. He nods slowly, pretending he was processing the information.

“I should.. leave.” He stands up, a little too fast for his dizziness. As a consequence, he nearly falls back down, if it weren’t for your fast reflexes.

“I think you should stay a while.” Your smile was wonderful. “Wait ‘till you feel fine.”

Peter looked out the small windows of the warehouse, it was still dark out. That was a relief, since that day, or maybe tomorrow who knows, was a school day. “Okay.” He mutters adorably. He plops back down on the sleeping bag.

You sit next to him again, taking a bite of your own sandwich. “I don’t imagine you’re actually hungry.” He nods back at you.

“You should take these back.” He makes an effort to shove the items back in your bag, but you stop him before he can.

“No, you should keep them.” He can tell you seem worried.

“Y’know, I think my concussion is--” He tries to stand up, yet you pull him back down.

You gave him an all-knowing look, “It’s not. You’re still swaying.”

You see the spider eyes narrow at you, and you can’t help but think he’s adorable. It’s almost like Peter trying to figure out if you’re flirting with him or not. “You’re nice.”

“I caused your concussion.” You reply.

Right, you were the one that pulled Flash away from him. He’d heard the stories from the other kids, too. Man, you seemed absolutely perfect.

The rest of his time with you he insists on making small talk, even if you tell him not talking might help him rest up more. You weren’t exactly sure if it would, and he wasn’t either, which was one of the reasons he insisted.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to stop swaying. He had a small headache, which would most likely last for the rest of the day, but the dizziness had left him.

His main priority was to get out of there, not only to get home, but also because you were making him flustered. You liked teasing Spider-Man, despite not indulging in blush because of the mask. You could tell by the way he looked down or how he fiddled with his fingers.

“I think I’m good now.” You made him stand up to make sure he was telling the truth.

He passed that simple test so you showed him towards the exit.

You checked your phone, “12 am.”

He nods, sandwich bag webbed up to the drink for easier carriage. “Uh..” You hadn’t expected Spider-Man to be this awkward. “Thanks..?”

“Yeah,” You smile. “No problem.”

He turns to head out but you stop him with a hand on his shoulder. He nearly jumps back when you press a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“See ya around?” Your smile turned cheeky.

“Y-Yeah!” He exclaims out nervously. A second later, he’s right out the door. Even if he has a mask on, he’s not risking embarrassing himself in front of you.

“God, why do I have to be so awkward?”

[janiedean]

your villain origin story had a hate for ned and most of the stark brothers and thought sansa was the least loved stark and atuff. i remember because i used to stan sansa and her meta would keep cropping up but everytime there was so much shit about how ned preferred arya not sansa etc, even fics about that. when ???? and idek where the brothers preferring arya came over lol, if anything the reason arya and jon were so close was that they both felt like outcasts. sansa was the ideal daughter, if ned worried about arya more it was because she reminded him of lyanna and we all know what happened with her. asoiaf's world is not the best for women and but even in the upper classes if women weren't traditionally pretty + feminine they would likely NOT have a good life (some northern houses excluded), ofc he worried about her?? but i don't see how you can get "neglectful father" from that lol, not to mention all of sansa's positive memories with bran and robb. (i think they also got mad that ned didn't want sansa to witness beheadings and punishments when he let bran witness it lmfao like maybe consider the world of the books?????)

i mean write what you want and all, but her crowd had it in their heads that sansa was the misunderstood, less-loved, underdog protagonist of the books which... was not the case lol. it was projecting 21st century fandom politics onto sansa when in the world of the books sansa definitely had an upper hand before everything went to shit because she was a beautiful aristocrat who was good at her courtesies and singing and sewing and knowing what to say and all the who's who, the ideal daughter/lady. it's after she becomes a political prisoner and her worldview is shaken at the end of book 1 that she becomes an "underdog" with 0 privilege.

I mean.... yes that was pretty much her schtick but again she was like AH I READ THE BOOKS EXTREMELY ATTENTIVELY and she hadn't for shit bc again I only read the 'raised as a sexual object' meta other than that complete amount of crap that was the robb is a dick one which makes me suspect was the first time someone told her her analysis was bullshit bc she was pretty virulent when telling me I didn't understand my favorite character lmfao but like... that's what stayed in 80% of showsansa fandom atm and I wish like hell it wasn't because it looks like they all like sansa for being cerseilite when the entire point is that she's all the contrary lmao

but like the arya villification + ned/cat villainizing when like you can argue they weren't perfect but not that they didn't... love... their children plus absolutely not understanding the basic point that what will make the starks thrive at the end is that they actually do love each other and have the kind of bond that will get them to survive the shit they got even when their parents + robb are dead and died in that shit way and not that they backstab each other which dnd didn't get but the moment you open the books it's p damned obvious so honestly I think she basically went and decided sansa was the trope she's deconstructing and banked on the 'people hate feminine women' angle when like... yeah she got hate from fandom but in-verse she has the upper hand in comparison to arya as you say and feminine women in-verse automatically have an upper hand in society anyway bc if they don't perform we all see how it goes but anyway she completely interpreted stuff avoiding the context, the worldbuild and the circumstances the characters grew up in and minimizing things and not using the same standards of judgment which was wild but at the end of it I'm still sad that I couldn't manage to actually ask her for a cut of her favorite white boy t-shirt sales since she had to put them down a week after that shop opened *rolls eyes* and with this I mean that you can't criticize sansa because she was eleven-twelve when she did most wrong things she did WHICH I AGREE WITH but at the same time robb at fifteen is the worst for having thought with his dick when he had sex with jeyne which like.... okay he's not trained to be a king, his bff betrayed him, he thinks he caused the deaths of his brothers, has had canonically obvious instances of 'I HAVE TO PERFORM TO MY UTTERMOST BEST OR PEOPLE WILL THINK I'M WEAK' and repressed anger issues and he's fifteen or sixteen but he's thinking with his dick when he has sex with a girl who was being nice to him? like if sansa being a kid means it's explainable/understandable then robb is also fifteen which is not an adult where I come from but nah he was a dick X°DDD okay X°DDDDDDD and she did that with each single char never mind the indecent jon bashing when in the s6 finale he didn't say ACTUALLY MY SISTER SHOULD BE QUEEN which,,,,,, they elected him to fight the zombies and he's been doing that since S1 in which way sansa had more qualifications in an elective monarchy??? X°DDD just.... I'm really glad she seemingly isn't around much anymore because my friend those were takes we're all better off without

[the-singlest-pringle]

A Sweet Song

Prompt 5 of Surprise from this list: "You got this for me?"

It was not common knowledge that Billy played the violin.

Read it here on AO3.

It was not common knowledge that Billy played the violin. “Not common knowledge” meaning there were only four people that knew: Max, Neil, Old Lady Garcia, and his music teacher from California, Ms. Petrov. Neil was never meant to find out, but after word of Billy’s first (and last) performance got out, Neil smashed his violin, along with his left hand. It wasn’t long after that when Neil caught Billy with a boy. Neil lost his shit, nearly beating Billy to death, then he packed up the whole family in less than a week and moved them to the boondocks.

It was now April, meaning it was nearly his birthday and also that it would be six months since he last touched a violin. The first few months without his violin were the hardest. Billy swore that he was going through withdrawal. His hands yearned for the violin, fingers itching to play. He longed to wrap his fingers around the neck, to slide his bow across the strings, and carefully finger out some Paganini. Billy would drive to the quarry and listen to his stash of classical music. One time he actually broke down because of it. His heart ached for his violin as he cried out in mourning.

Now that it’s been six months, he’s had time to adjust. He still gets that itch when his emotions are high, but Harrington helps quell his hunger. In fact, dating Harrington had been the best thing to happen to Billy in a long time. He was kind, caring, and provided the support that Billy desperately needed yet woefully lacked. He took care of Billy when he was hospitalized because of Neil (again) and was there for him when Neil lost custody and Hopper took him in. Billy was convinced that he loved Harrington, which is why he decided to add Harrington to the list of people that knew his secret.

It was a normal night, the Party gathering at the Wheeler’s for another Dungeons and Dragons campaign, when Billy said (out of nowhere), “You know, I used to play the violin.”

He and Steve had gone upstairs to grab more snacks, so they were alone in the kitchen. Steve was already attempting to balance two boxes of cookies and three bags of chips in his arms when he heard Billy. He started to clumsily juggle and drop the snacks while stuttering out a surprised “What? Are you serious?”

Billy chuckled at Steve’s shock. “Yeah, I am. I even performed at Royce Hall back in Cali once.”

“Bee, that’s amazing!” Steve exclaims as he crouches down to collect the snacks. “How come I’m just finding out about this now?”

“Well, only five people know about it, including you. And I felt that since we’ve been together long enough, you deserve to know everything about me, which means knowing that I play the violin,” Billy explains before quickly correcting himself with a, “Well, used to play.”

“You don’t anymore?” Steve asked.

“Nah. My old man made me stop when he found out.” Billy flexes the fingers of his left hand as he says this. “I played for nearly ten years in secret. I would tell my dad I had clubs after school, but instead, I would go to the music room and play.” He clenches his hand as he continues. “When Neil found out, he took a hammer to my violin, then to my hand to make sure I would stop.”

Steve sighed at the mention of Neil, making his way across the kitchen to take Billy’s hands in his. “Your dad is a dick and I hate everything he put you through.” He pushes a lock of hair out of Billy’s face and tilts up his chin so that they’re making eye contact. “I am so glad that you’re out of that situation and that you don’t ever have to deal with Neil again. I love you so much, okay?” Steve plants a kiss on Billy’s forehead for emphasis before Billy pulls Steve closer and practically smashes their lips together.

Billy smiles into the kiss, whispering out, “I love you, too,” before they’re interrupted by a familiar shrill voice that causes them to pull apart.

“Ugh! You guys are so gross !” Max says from the kitchen entryway. She was the only member of The Party that knew about Steve and Billy. Max made it a thing to point out how gross their PDA was, which she named DAFM (Displays of Affection in Front of Max).

“Yeah, shitbird? Well, you stink,” Billy quips.

“I do not, booger face!” Max retaliates.

“Carrot top!”

“Stupidhead!”

“Half-pint!”

“Shortstop!”

Billy gasps dramatically and feigns offense. “I am not short!”

Max rolls her eyes at that. “Tell that to every guy we know!”

“I’m literally taller than Jonathan,” Billy defends.

“That doesn’t count!”

Steve just sits back and laughs at the two siblings quarreling before intervening when the volume reaches near screaming level. “Alright, alright. Break it up, you two. You’re both shorter than me and that’s all that matters. Now can we head back downstairs?”

“Ugh. Fine, ” Billy and Max say in unison. Max makes her way downstairs as Billy and Steve gather the snacks.

Billy steals a kiss from Steve before they head down the stairs, Billy announcing his presence with a “‘Sup, fuckers? What’d we miss?”, earning him a smack to the arm from Steve. They settle into the couch, a comfortable distance apart, as the rest of The Party continues playing DND.

-

The next time Billy playing the violin is mentioned is during Billy’s birthday party. It’s a pretty lively event considering Billy had next to no one just months ago. But now he has a family and friends, all of which have gathered to celebrate him. Just thinking about it makes him smile.

Billy is about halfway through opening gifts when he comes across a rather large box. It’s covered in sheet music wrapping paper with a bow on top. Curiously, he shakes the box, causing Harrington to say “Careful! It’s fragile,” revealing that it’s from him.

Knowing the size of the box, the wrapping paper, and the person who gave the gift, it doesn’t take long for Billy to piece together what it is.

“No… no way,” Billy says while frantically tearing the wrapping paper off the box. That earns him a chorus of people asking what it is and a smile from Harrington. “I swear to god, Harrington, if this is a joke…”

Billy slides the case out of the box, unzipping it then opening it slowly. He stares for a few seconds, not fully comprehending what he’s seeing. Staring back at him is a brand new violin. The rest of The Party is eager to see the contents of the case, but all Billy can focus on is the instrument in front of him.

“You got this for me?” Billy asks, still not believing what he’s seeing. Steve nods in assent.

Before Steve can register what’s happening, he’s pulled into a bone-crushing hug from Billy to everyone’s surprise. The Party’s confusion only multiplies when they see that a violin is what caused Billy to hug Harrington. When Billy pulls away, he looks like he’s so happy that he might cry. Steve is sure that he almost does.

“Thank you so much, Steve. I- I don’t even know what to say.” Billy is stumbling over his words, so overcome with emotions. Back in October, he was so sure that he would never touch a violin again, but now that he’s free from Neil, he can do whatever he wants. And what he wants right now more than anything is to play.

Billy slowly takes the violin out of the case. He puts the shoulder rest on the instrument and rosins the bow a bit. Billy looks up nervously at Steve, silently asking for assurance. Steve smiles at him and gestures to the center of the rug as if to say “go ahead”. Billy can feel all eyes on him when he stands up. He doesn’t even know if his fingers healed properly, but he doesn’t really care. He just wants to play. So he gets up into position, takes a breath, closes his eyes, and starts playing.

The whole Party is in awe as they watch. It’s clear that Billy puts every emotion into how he plays. His fingers dance gracefully across the neck of the violin while his right arm moves the bow fluidly across the strings. His tone is practically perfect. An untrained ear wouldn’t be able to tell that he hadn’t played in over six months.

When Billy finishes, the whole room is silent before Joyce starts clapping. Then everyone joins in, Max leading a standing ovation. Billy blushes, embarrassed by the attention, but smiles at the praise, happy people enjoy him playing just as much as he does. When everyone finishes clapping, Billy is bombarded with questions and praises.

“Oh my god, that was amazing!”

“Since when did you start playing the violin?”

“What song was that?”

“How come you never told anyone?”

“I can’t believe that Billy Hargrove just played violin in my living room!”

Billy laughs out several “thank you”s as he puts the violin away in its case. “I started playing when I was seven,” Billy starts to explain. “The piece I just played is called ‘Violin Concerto No. 3 in B minor, Op. 61’ by Camille Saint-Saëns, and I never told anyone because of Neil.” The Party didn’t know the details of his situation with Neil, but gossip spreads quickly in a small town, so they knew Neil lost custody for some reason.

“Sweetheart, you played beautifully,” Joyce praised.

“You really did,” Lucas agrees, which surprises Billy.

“Could you play something else?” Dustin asks, exciting a chorus of agreements.

Billy doesn’t know if anyone besides Ms. Petrov has asked him to play. He’s still getting over the shock of it all. But he agrees. So he takes out his violin again. His violin. And he plays for The Party. He plays all night long, playing Bach to Beethoven, and even some rock songs. He plays until his out-of-practice fingers cramp. He plays because he’s happy. Billy feels fulfilled as ever with his friends and family around him, with Steve by his side, and with a violin in his hand.

[hellishhin]

Since today is the last challenge day, Day 30 is all yours: Tell me something you wish I'd asked you, and didn't cross my mind! Rubber duck it out or simply talk as much or as little as you want about something from your wip or your wip in general! I'd really love to hear your thoughts😊

(You already know how much I love your three girls. And you've taught me so much lore about dnd?? I'm very very grateful. Your answers were always so rich and I loved reading them to the end, sometimes I was pulled right in that I even forgot it was my question that started the prompt)

Wishing you the best!

Ok so I had a whole post for this then my computer shut off and I lost it soooo take two! I am so sad underwing is ending but it's not like we are all disappearing. Let me tell you though, I have absolutely loved your questions and I have had so much fun diving into them! I needed to get back into the lore and you gave me the push I needed to do that <3

Gosh I have no freaking clue where to even start. You tell me to talk about anything but anything is a lot of things! lol! So I really think one of my favorite things is how Sadie interacts with the gods. There are so many different gods with different personalities and so many of them appreciate her for one reason or another. I'll just spoil this a bit, Sadie ended up literally in the heavens, standing in the middle of a table where the entire pantheon of deities were around the table all in their fifteen foot tall god-like forms. They had this meeting called because there were several gods vying to have Sadie bear their child and she had enough of being jumped by gods so she forced them all to a meeting and they surprisingly agreed.

She had most of the table trying to convince her to pick them to be the father of her child and you freaking BET that her husband was there and was absolutely ready to blow his freaking lid. It was one of the most fun RP scenarios we've ever done, my DM and I. Because of that meeting, Sadie eyed a few different gods and even after she chose one the others were still very interested in being next in line. I will say that this is how Sadie and Skolfi the Beastlord became close with her. But other than that, Sadie also has such a close relationship with Chaldira, aka Lady Luck.

Ok so there's just so much stuff and telling this one part is not going to spoil much. History timeeeee! When Sadie learns about this it is really profound for her but it won't be worse knowing the information beforehand gosh I can't even type fast enough I'm so excited.

So the Hin is the official racial name for a halfling. Halflings are a "nickname" given by the humans that stuck and became the common term for that race of small people. But the Hin used to be an entire nation all on their own. They used to have such rich customs and history and they used to live completely separate from humans. They even had their own pantheon of gods.

That was until the humans decided that they couldn't have another set of gods within their realm so they attacked the Hin and said worship our gods or die. There were so many brave small Hin who stood up for their deities but unfortunately it was not enough. The Hin had to bow to the humans and their gods. Years and years went by and the Hin ended up becoming halflings who were forced to worship the human gods to such an extent that their pantheon was fully forgotten. Their culture fully destroyed. I can say pretty much nobody even knows this piece of history. Sadie only learned it from the spirits of the halflings who had died a long time ago but research into it found it to be true. This upset her so so much that she made a pledge she would restore her gods to their former glory. She would tell the Hin of their culture, their history, and get them to return to what their people used to be.

Chaldira is halfling goddess who is actually in the human pantheon. This happened because Tolaar the Mad God did what he does best. He went mad and killed the human goddess of luck many years ago. This had him banished to Pandemonium, no longer a part of the pantheon anymore. In order to have her place and domain filled, Chaldira was put in her place and sort of switched pantheons. Then the humans made the Hin forget the other Hinnish gods and when they lose worshippers they lose power, nearly fading away. But they all managed to continue existing and now they are gaining power because Sadie is raising awareness.

Seeing what she is doing, Chaldira blesses Sadie with Fatespinner, her artifact of luck. It's an amazing staff for Sadie that gives her more magic, it protects her, and she continues to unlock powers for it as she proves herself to Chaldira and prove her loyalty to the Hinnish gods. But if she upsets Chaldira, like she already did once, Chaldira will take powers away. Currently the rod is at about half power from what it was because she cursed the gods and threw it away when she had to watch her soldiers die on the battlefield and nobody she called on would help.

But I digress. Chaldira and Maelel are like her goddess mothers. They both come to her when she desperately needs them and they help steer her in the right direction. Sometimes she doesn't like that direction though. Her husband convinces her to do less than great things and so she basically has a devil and an angel on her shoulder but it's more like a hot devil she married and two goddesses which you can imagine the kind of pressure that puts her under. It's always a stairway to heaven and a highway to hell because its so much easier and more fun to go to hell.

So anyway that was kind of rambly but I really wanted to talk about the Hinnish gods. They are all so sweet and lovely and the Hin deserve so much more than what the stupid fucking humans did to them. Also, in order to be successful at all Sadie literally has to overthrow the church because you can bet your ass they will persecute any Hin they catch worshipping the wrong pantheon.

By this point all I ask is that you hate the Imperial Church as much as Sadie and I do <3

[beedalee]

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