#“disturbingly steep learning curve

[theheartintheshow]

Headcannon: Brennan knows how to play at least five different instruments

[banannabethchase]

Post high school au hangnick "adam, I think the goats are watching us"

Lightning in a Bottle - also on AO3

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Nick and Adam have some time together, get interrupted by goats, have some important conversations, and eat a terrible pie.

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Hello have a Set the World Alight sequel!

Note: two consenting teenagers discuss sex, very positively, with themes of trust and love and all that. It all goes fade to black :) Song title from Lightning in a Bottle by The Summer Set.

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There’s a good chance Nick’s brain is leaking out of his ears.

Adam’s a good kisser. Like, a really good kisser. In the days after graduation, Adam has demonstrated a disturbingly steep learning curve with the kissing thing. He’s got the hands involved, sliding up Nick’s shirt. Some little desperate moans, when Nick slides his hands up Adam’s shirt.

It blows his mind. Nick is pretty sure he might die from all of it, might not be able to stop himself if Adam wants to keep going in this literal hay in his barn.

“Oh, my god,” Adam says, dropping his head back into the hay. Nick can barely focus on him. His blood is otherwise occupied. “Nick, wait, I gotta –”

“I know,” Nick pants. He leans backward, wishing hay wasn’t so comfortable. “God. I…” He shakes his head. “Got overwhelmed. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?!” Adam exclaimed. “Why the hell are you sorry? That was – oh, my god, get back here.” He grabs a handful of Nick’s shirt and Nick goes with a grin, straddling Adam’s hips and diving back in. It’s confusing, really, how good Adam is at this. He’d only ever kissed John Silver and Alex Reynolds from theater club, based on Adam’s own report, but that is more than enough practice. Nick’s pretty sure he can feel himself melt into Adam, like the two of them can fuse into one.

And then he hears it.

He pauses and pulls back just a tiny bit.

“Are you okay?” Adam asks. His hair has fallen out of his bun and is full of hair. Explaining that to Mr. and Mrs. Page is going to be impossible. He reaches up, tossing some hair over Nick’s shoulder. “I’m – I’m sorry if I went too fast.”

“You – what?” Nick asks. “No, not at all. It’s just…” Nick trails off, getting lost in how pretty Adam’s eyes are.

“What?” Adam asks quietly.

“Adam, I think the goats are watching us.”

Adam blinks at him. “What?”

“The goats,” Nick says, glancing around. Sure enough, Chevron and at least one of her babies are peering over their gate, weird little rectangle eyes boring into his own. “They’re staring.” Nick tears his eyes away from the voyeuristic mammals and back to Adam. “I’m not crazy.”

“I didn’t think you were,” Adam say, smiling up at Nick like he’s trying not to. “Just – you’re thinking about goats right now?” He shifts and the hay moves, dropping their hips together in a moment so overwhelming Nick is worried he may have a very uncomfortable pants situation in the next three seconds if he doesn’t figure something out.

“No,” Nick says, breathing slowly. “No, I am not. Not even a little bit.”

Adam’s smile is something new to him, something a little devious, a little naughty, incredibly different from the usual grin he’s used to seeing on his best friend – his boyfriend’s – face. “Yeah?” he asks, all breathy, like he knows what he’s doing. He waits for Nick to respond, to pull away, and when Nick nods, Adam tilts his hips up.

“Oh my god,” Nick says, the whole sentence more of a rambling string of syllables. “I, Adam, I want to –”

“Boys, this is me being very loud and obnoxious so I don’t walk in on anything I can’t unsee!”

Moving so quickly Nick can’t even prepare, Adam flips them over and shoves Nick into the hay, like they’ve done since elementary school. Though, Nick supposes as he feels hay up his nose, he’s never done this with a boner.

Adam’s laughing. “Hah! You flew!”

“You knocked me over!” Nick splutters, spitting hay out of his face. “That was on you.” He shoves Adam, who grabs at his shirt as he falls back into the hay, grinning. They both tumble down, Nick’s face flying directing into Adam’s stomach, and they laugh into each other’s clothes.

“You two haven’t changed much,” says Mrs. Page, and she’s got her hands on her hips when Nick lifts his head to see her. “Nice to see. Dinner’s ready, if the two of you are hungry.”

Adam leaps to his feet, and Nick tries not to be too obvious with the way he stares at Adam’s butt in his jeans. “Already?”

“You two have been out here for an hour and a half,” Mrs. Page laughs. She stops laughing rather suddenly. “Well, I’m not going to think about that one too much. Come on, boys, in you go.”

Adam and Nick share glances all through dinner, and Mr. Page calls them “lovebirds” in a way so fond it gives Nick a sudden vision of the two of them at a dinner like this when he and Adam are married.

He shakes his head out of it, and dives back into the pasta.

“That was awesome,” Nick says, falling back in the chair. “Like, really good.”

“We have extra if you’d like to bring some home,” Mr. Page says.

“We always have extra,” Adam says, rolling his eyes. “Last week we had to freeze six servings of meatloaf because dad got overexcited.”

“I wasn’t overexcited! I was prepared!”

“Anyway, don’t eat any more,” Adam says firmly. “I made pie.”

“You – what?”

“Pie,” Adam clarifies. “Apple pie. I figured I need a new hobby since being all stupid over you has transferred into a new direction.”

Mr. Page snorts. “You said it, Adam, not me.”

Adam rolls his eyes and shoots Nick a look like Mr. Page is the dope in the situation. “Anyway, let me go get it.” He turns to the kitchen, and Nick lingers for just a second until the door closes.

“Nick,” Mrs. Page says, voice low and hurried. “Don’t hurt his feelings.”

Nick frowns. “What?”

“The pie is terrible,” Mr. Page says. “Like, really bad. Kid must have put in salt instead of sugar with the apples, it’s all wrong. I snuck a taste when he was baking. It’s edible, but it’s awful.”

Nick wrinkles his nose. “Isn’t it better to tell him the truth?”

“Kiddo, he’s been working on it for hours,” Mrs. Page says.

“Right,” Nick says, bracing himself. “Right.”

Adam swings in with a mercifully small pie in his hands, just enough for each of them to have a tiny slice. “I figured I could try out the recipe with a mini thing, you know? Then I can try again later.”

He painstakingly serves all four of them, and, with the lock of it, it can’t be bad.

He is so wrong.

“Oh,” Nick says, resisting the urge to make a weird face at the bizarre taste, “it’s – good?” He throws a quick look to Mrs. Page, who nods so tiny that he almost misses it.

“Hmm,” Adam says. “I feel like it could use more…maybe cinnamon?” He takes another giant bite, chewing with a careful concentration on his face. “Something. It needs something.”

Nick does his best not to look at Mr. or Mrs. Page, deciding instead to shovel the weirdest dessert of his life in his face.

He thanks Jesus and everybody else for the fact that the pie was tiny. “Okay,” he says. “Um, Adam. Mox and Matty should be back at my house soon for mini golf.”

Adam nods, swallowing a gigantic bite of pie. “Right!” He puts down his fork. “God, Matty’s the worst with us being late, but she’s allowed to take an hour on her hair.” He rolls his eyes. “Let’s go.”

Nick climbs into the car and grins over at Adam. Technically, they aren’t lying. But Midnight Mini Golf doesn’t start until 9, Mox and Matty will be on their date until at least 8, and Nick and Adam have at least an hour to kill.

“So,” Nick says, sliding his hand across the bench seat of Adam’s truck, once their discussion over the best coffee flavor is finishes up. He hooks his pinky with Adam’s, who flips his hand and takes it. ��We have a bunch of time alone.”

“We do,” Adam says, and Nick wants to paint the pretty blush across Adam’s cheeks.

“I was thinking,” Nick says, and he wills himself not to mention the deep clean of his bedroom he did, “we could hang out? My mom and dad are still on vacation, so it would only be us.” He clears his throat. He doesn’t know why this is so overwhelming, why he feels so nervous. This is Adam. Adam, who has seen him cry over dropping ice creams. Adam, who curled up in bed with him as he cried over Jude. Adam, with whom he has had so many farting contents it’s probably a problem.

It's Adam.

That’s why it matters.

Adam turns to him at the stoplight before Nick’s road. “Really?” he asks, and Nick thinks he looks hopeful.

Nick nods. “Not – I don’t want to pressure you.”

“Pressure me?!” Adam asks. “Nick, I need you to understand this is something I’ve been hoping for since we were, like, eleven.” He grins, and the car starts moving as the red light flips to green. “Pretend I never said that.”

“Oh, you’ve had a really big crush on me forever!” Nick says, suddenly losing all of the anxiety. “You like me. You think I’m cute, don’t you?”

“We made out at prom, Nicholas, that is not news.”

Nick is giddy, the excitement and anticipation turning into a sparkling in his chest. “We did, didn’t we.”

Adam pulls into Nick’s driveway, and Nick is too stupid and seventeen to keep himself from launching into Adam’s space and kissing him within an inch of reason. Adam laughs at the kiss, cupping Nick’s face in his hand. “If we have sex here, we’re going to get caught.”

Nick immediately goes back to the mild anxiety from before, peppered in with the excitement. “Right,” he says, leaning back. “Good point.”

They’re weirdly formal as they walk down the driveway to the door, and Nick is acutely aware of Adam’s presence behind him as he unlocks the door. All he wants to do is get inside the house and – well, just the idea of it makes him blush.

“Let’s get inside,” he says, words breathy.

In the past, Matty’s always been the talker. She’s always been the one to ramble, to start talking and not be able to stop. Nick would jump in from time to time, dropping some hilarious one liners, and then sit back and watch Matty chatter on.

Right now, he has never been more like his big sister.

“And if there’s anything you don’t like, you have to tell me. I don’t want to hurt you but I also want to make sure you talk to me, okay?” He chances a look at Adam, where they’ve made it halfway up the stairs before Nick had to pause to emphatically insist on the importance of communication. Adam is gazing at him with a sweet little smile, biting his lip.

“Nick,” he says gently. “Are you nervous?”

“What?” Nick says. And then he takes inventory of himself. “Oh. Yeah, I think so.” He breaks eye contact, unable to keep the intensity. “It’s been almost a year, okay? And you’re important.”

“Aw,” Adam says. “You’re important too.” He reaches out his hand, and Nick takes it. “Come on, let’s get upstairs. We can keep talking while we’re sitting, okay?”

Nick nods, and when they get to his room, he takes a deep breath to open the door.

“It’s clean,” Adam says, and Nick wishes he didn’t sound so surprised.

“You shut up,” Nick mumbles, grabbing Adam’s hand again and yanking him to sit next to him on the bed. “I didn’t want anything to go wrong.”

“It won’t go wrong,” Adam says. He cups Nick’s cheek. “I trust you, Nicky.”

That’s when it hits him.

Nick didn’t trust Jude, not the first few times anyway. And not now.

“You trust me?” Nick asks, and it’s so hesitant he almost feels pathetic.

“I’ve always trusted you,” Adam says. His hand hesitates, but Nick nods, and he rests it on Nick’s thighs. Nick exhales. “You hear me, right? I’ve got you, and you got me.” He leans in and kisses Nick on the forehead, and it’s so sweet Nick almost melts.

“This is your first time,” Nick says, almost a giggle. “Aren’t I supposed to be telling you cute things?”

Adam shrugs. “We can both take care of each other.”

“Take care of each other,” Nick echoes, eyes flickering to Adam’s lips. “Yeah.”

Adam leans in and Nick’s mind turns to jelly. His body feels glued to Adam’s like it’s just natural for him to fall on top of Adam, to feel his steady legs underneath his own, to grab at his strong arms.

“Lifting all that hay has done wonders,” Nick says, sliding his lips down Adam’s neck. Adam lets out a strangled sound, and Nick freezes. “Are you okay?”

“Okay?!” Adam exclaims. “That was – do that again, the neck thing.” He looks at Nick. “Please?”

Nick grins. “Oh, you like that, huh?” He licks his lips. “Good to know.”

Their clothes disappear with gentle touches and delighted gasps, and Nick can feel him hurtling toward the point of no return before he remembers something.

Nick pulls back, head spinning with how good it all is. “Baby,” he says automatically, “before we do this, I – I need to tell you something.”

Adam freezes, searching Nick’s eyes with something next to panic. “Is – is something wrong?”

“No,” Nick says. “No, just…your pie was horrible.”

Adam throws his head back and laughs so hair his hair falls out of his ponytail. “Jesus, Nicky, you’re awful.”

“Am not! I’m honest.”

Adam sighs, staring at Nick in a way that is almost too much. “It was that bad you had to tell me? Before we���before…” He trails off and clears his throat. “Before we have sex?”

“It’s not that,” Nick says, and he runs his thumb along Adam’s skin as he tries to work out why he interrupted when things were getting really interesting. “I just – I don’t even want to lie, or hide things from you, okay? Not when you matter so much.” He finally lifts his head and sees Adam’s eyes as soft and sweet as still ocean.

“Nick,” he says, “come here.”

And Nick does.

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Set the World Alight universe playlist

[thunderousmemes]

                   ✨━ Bones ( 2005 - 2017 ) - Season One Quotes

“ Tell me you tried "excuse me" first. “ 

“ Ah, Sweetie. Yes, I did. Welcome home. “ 

“ Are you exhausted? “ 

“ Then you weren't doing the right things. “ 

“ How are you scary after that? “ 

“ That’s the best you can do? “ 

“ What? “

“ Well at least I picked you up at the airport, huh? “

“ If you drive one more block, I'm screaming "kidnap" out the window. “

“ What's it going to take? “ 

“ What? You want me to spit in my hand? We're Scully and Mulder. “ 

“ I don’t know what that means” 

“ When did she die? “ 

“ What does that even mean? “ 

“ You know I'm no good at that. “ 

“ Hmm. Thus far. But you have a disturbingly steep learning curve.” 

“ Does anyone recognize her? “ 

“ Wait. Is that who I think it is? “ 

“ The boring details was my signal for you to stop talking, okay? I want my own card” 

“ What did I do wrong? “

“ Okay look, we've got about a forty-five minute drive, what do you say we pass it in quiet meditation. “ 

“ If you don't want to help me just say so. “ 

“ Okay, if you can't see the guy's face, maybe you can grab a reflection. “ 

“ Okay, that's just mean!” 

“ Are you two high? “ 

“ Only by accident, so it doesn’t count. “ 

“ Why he had them?” 

“ Where did you find her? “ 

“ This is a weird kind of interrogation, huh? Cops telling me what I didn’t do.” 

“ Tell them that I shot a murderer who was going to light me on fire. “ 

“ Am I interrupting? “ 

“ You sure you don't wanna come? “ 

“ Look at this guy. He's cuter than a monkey with a puppy. “ 

“ So why are you here? “ 

“ Why wouldn't I be? “ 

“ Could we start please? “ 

“ Why don't we ever take my car? “

[pudding-on-parade]

J'adore Champs les Sims

There is a disturbingly large part of me that wants to completely revamp and rebuild Champs les Sims because 1) I rather often move Sims there permanently, via Traveler, to be layabout drunkards upstanding winemakers, and 2) I hate the weird layouts of many of the houses, especially the really sprawly ones near the town center. Also, I love French provincial style architecture. 

On the other hand, I don’t love building in TS3 all that much. And I’d really like to restructure the lot layout and get rid of some large lots and replace them with multiple smaller ones, but I can’t get CAW to run, or at least I couldn’t on my old machine. I suspect it’s because I had TS3 installed weirdly on that machine, so it might not be an issue on this new machine, but...Even if I got it to run, I have no clue how to use it, and I’ve heard that it has a steep learning curve. (Not that I’m afraid of that at all, but I’d like to finish this potential project before I die, if I start it at all!)

But I still want to do it. Like, a lot. Can you even mess with the EA worlds in CAW? There must be a way. I know there’s a custom empty CLS, but I want to edit the default vacation one more than I want to have a standalone world. Or maybe I can default-replace the EA CLS with the custom one? I know I’ve seen default replacements for the University world, so it must be possible. There’s a thought! Hmmmm....

[gondalsqueen]

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Ketsu Onyo/Sabine Wren Characters: Hera Syndulla, C1-10P | Chopper, Original Characters, Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger, Sabine Wren, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Alexsandr Kallus, CT-7567 | Rex, Mart Mattin, Wedge Antilles, Ketsu Onyo, Jacen Syndulla Additional Tags: Pregnancy, vague mentions of abortion, future character death in the background, Season/Series 04, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Chair Sex, Table Sex, sex during pregnancy, chapter 2 has lots of sex, Secrets, the best pilot in the galaxy, flying combat, character injury, canon torture, flight of the defender, rebel assault, Jedi Night, Major character death - Freeform, Grief, Morning Sickness, Counseling, Masturbation, Dreams, Traditions, Space family, Inappropriate bets, Lothal, Shopping, down time, Space Combat, Battle of Scarif, Rogue One - Freeform, hammerhead corvette!, Yavin 4, Stardust - Freeform, Alderaan, Death Star, labor, Childbirth, domestic life, Lothwolves Summary: It was spring in the northern hemisphere, cascades of purple flowers draping from the trees and a cool breeze against her face and lekku. Strapped to her chest, Jacen slept, lulled by the wind and the walking. Then she was happy in spite of herself, happy just to be in a world that was still alive and getting better. ... 

The next two months lasted four months. Or at least they felt like they did. Part of it was the steep learning curve of keeping this tiny, needy thing alive, part of it the fugue from lack of sleep. Mostly it was the fact that she practically never slept in longer than two-hour snatches, so when she stopped to add up her awake time...two months really was more like four months.

“Stay on Lothal,” Rebel Command told her. “Moving bases is mundane. We can do it without the Ghost.” And Hera, who had thought she’d feel guilty about any time away from her post, took the leave and ran with it.

Everybody helped with baby duty. Ketsu, unexpectedly, had the best luck — maybe because she was the only one who didn’t worry about what would happen if Jacen never stopped crying. She just put him on her shoulder and walked and bounced and went on watching her show, one earpiece in place. “She’s frosty,” Sabine said in admiration, but Hera found little overlap between battle skills and baby skills.

Mostly Hera got up with him when he cried, though. There was no point waking someone else to change his diaper when she was just going to have to feed him afterwards. And even from another room his cries made her milk let down. She was raw with lack of sleep and she cried every time he nursed, muffling the sobs and missing Kanan, missing Ezra.

Jacen was a tiny, wild creature during those first few weeks. When she held him in the small hours, limbs scrunched up against her body and eyes buttoned tight, he seemed more like some kind of cub than a person. She ran her hand over his downy hair and said, “It’s okay, good boy. The world won’t always be so strange.” She kissed the little legs that were quickly becoming pudgy. She tried to remember lullabies from her childhood, but drew a blank and had to resort to singing some of Kanan’s drinking songs, instead: “No wind that blew dismayed the crew nor troubled the captain’s mind.” He’d sung it to her every time she’d been grounded with a bad injury or a stomach virus.

Those weeks were hard and boring, but normal in a way she’d never experienced before. They cooked and cleaned and said “oh Force, how is he awake again?” They repaired things and went to the market. She caught up on mission reports and read everything Rebel Command sent her. Nobody planned missions and nobody shot at them. It was just her and her family, going about life and watching too many shows on the holonet.

Hera walked to the market every day so she could see the sunlight and get out of the house. It was spring in the northern hemisphere, cascades of purple flowers draping from the trees and a cool breeze against her face and lekku. Strapped to her chest, Jacen slept, lulled by the wind and the walking. Then she was happy in spite of herself, happy just to be in a world that was still alive and getting better. Soon it would be summer and the Lothali children would be out of school, twisting open the water mains when nobody was looking and playing in the flooded streets like feral lothcats. She didn’t know what came next and often she was so tired that the world around her seemed unreal, but each day she got to walk in the sunshine.

In the early evenings when he’d been fed and changed and soothed but still wouldn’t stop wailing, Hera strapped Jacen down and put him in a landspeeder. Outside the city she could pick up speed and race across Lothal’s grasslands. And as long as she kept moving, he would calm and sleep.

Except for one night. Hera was so tired that she tried to cheat the system and just walk him around the house instead of driving him. Jacen was having none of it. By the time she admitted defeat and put him in the landspeeder he was worked up into full freak-out mode. He’d calmed by the time they hit the city gates, but then he just sat there blowing bubbles to himself and chewing on his fists, eyes wide open.

“Please go to sleep,” she begged. “Come on, aren’t you even a little bit tired?”

He was not, so she kept driving.

The first howl came from far away. Hera saw the creature climb to the top of a distant hill and raise its head towards the full moon. Lothwolf. Beautiful.

The second came disturbingly nearby. The third just to starboard. And then one appeared in front of her, coming into being where nothing had been before, and she was forced to jam on the breaks.

It’s okay, she thought. These are friends.

Two more stalked up on either side of the speeder. They were HUGE friends.

His own personal amusement park ride paused, Jacen started wailing again. One of the wolves nosed towards him. No, no, he was too little and that was TOO close. Hera scrambled to unbuckle him and pick him up. But then the wolves nosed at her, too. Did they think he was some hurt baby animal who needed protecting from her?

“Hush, you big boy,” she soothed. It’s okay, she told herself again. You rode on one of these things. But that was when Ezra had been around to talk to them, and she didn’t exactly have his way with animals.

One of the wolves picked her up by the nape of her shirt and deposited her gently on her feet outside the speeder. Okay, they weren’t behaving like wild creatures. Two more showed up right behind her and she didn’t know it until one of them nudged her in the back. She must have jumped a half meter in the air, but she stood her ground. Jacen stopped wailing and sneezed, then observed in wide-eyed fascination, though the wolves must have been beyond his range of focus.

Then the first one, the wolf that had stopped her speeder, opened its mouth. She put a protective hand over Jacen’s head as those teeth loomed nearer. But it only extended its tongue, bigger than the whole baby, and...licked him? And her entire arm, too — eew. The next one nudged in and licked them as well. And then there was a whole pack, covering them in wolf slobber, breath heavy and warm all around her but not threatening. They were...grooming Jacen, or marking him. It didn’t seem to hurt him, at any rate.

Once each of the wolves had gotten its turn that wail went up from a distant hill again. They turned their heads towards it and loped off without so much as another look at her.

Well, that had been...the second-most bizarre experience she could recall. Jacen, thoroughly slimy and pacified, nuzzled for her breast. “NOW you’re happy?” she asked him.

...

When Jacen was eight weeks old he got his second and last set of inoculations. He ran a mild fever and screamed all night and they all stayed up fretting while Chopper beeped in annoyance: Within expected parameters!!! What was wrong with them, had they all forgotten how to measure temperature? Two days later Rebel Command let her know that they were settled into the new base and ready to begin regular missions again, the message clear. Hera still hadn’t gotten more than a half-night’s sleep since Scarif, her body was far from combat-ready, and Jace wanted to nurse every three hours. But the break was over.

“We’re not really taking this little thing back to base?” Zeb asked.

“He stays with me,” Hera told him.

“That was a great plan when we thought we were taking him to YAVIN, but this is Hoth... “

“The Ghost is heated.”

“You can’t keep him in the Ghost all the time.”

“He stays with me,” Hera repeated every time somebody protested. And that was that.

That evening she found Sabine staring too intently at the xisor chard instead of chopping it. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t go with you.”

She’d known that was a possibility. Hoth was so remote, and Sabine had duties elsewhere, too.

“It’s not just Lothal,” Sabine told her. “It’s the Mandalorian rebellion and Concord Dawn, and Ketsu won’t join in on a military operation THAT totally, and I need to be...not hiding. Not that you’re hiding. But — ”

“You’re tied to the rest of the galaxy now. I know. That’s not a bad thing.”  

“It’s not.” Sabine sounded like she was trying to convince herself.

“We won’t just sit on base all the time. We’ll still run missions and leave the planet. You’ll probably see us again in a few months. That’s not very long.”

“I know, but it’s long in baby time!”

Oh, that was it. Jacen had been almost like Sabine’s own child since the moment he’d been born, and to leave that —  Yeah, that was going to hurt. “We’ll comm every night,” she said. “He won’t forget you.”

“Who’s going to watch him when you’re out on a mission?”

“Zeb or Rex or Chopper. We’ll trade off. It’s a series of caves surrounded by solid rock on all sides, Sabine. He’ll be safe.”

Sabine nodded, unresigned, and they made their last dinner on Lothal.

[incorrectbatfamquotes]

Bruce Wayne: Barbara, are you playing me?

Barbara Gordon: You know I'm no good at that.

Bruce Wayne: Hmmm. Thus far. But you have a disturbingly steep learning curve.

[velcoriaexploration]

Because people keep making RP versions of their D&D/Pathfinder characters...

Under a Read More since it’s kind of long.

//Let’s see here.... I’ve got blog versions of three of them:

Dalvrick Varanis Geirheim, Prince of the vampire-run icy capital of Northfell. (Pathfinder) He is not a very good guy. Only played him for a short time, but I left a lasting impression on the party who thought I couldn’t come up with a disturbingly evil character. I think it was the first time that my friends other than Fiddle realized I sometimes have a darker mind than any of them.

Acelin Applefield, Marquis of Farynthi (Pathfinder) (Has become a Duke in the Campaign..... Mainly because the hordes of undead wiped out a large percentage of those in front of him. Would be the King if he hadn’t ordered the Prince of the country to be resurrected. One of my friends was really pushing me to let the Prince remain dead and take his spot too. It just wasn’t something Acelin would do. Especially after the Prince’s support, not the King’s, was one of the reasons Acelin’s city didn’t fall.)

Kemlin Olindrel, My Kayal (Fetchling) Half-elf College of Lore Bard (D&D 5e/Pathfinder) (Only ran him as an NPC in one of my campaigns because the campaign he was going to be in originally as a PC became an Evil Campaign instead of a Neutral/Good Campaign before we even started playing)

//Ones that have only shown up in the game sessions.

Esrelia Oldfaun - Dalvrick’s distant cousin. Crazy Vampire Lady. (Was an NPC)

Amelia Renwald - (5e/MTG Campaign) My “unicorn” teenage Tiefling College of Glamour Bard (Devil’s Tongue Variant). Only character that I purposely made to be really bubbly and innocent. She was quick to try to make friends even though most people saw her as a straight up demon. She was still coming into understanding of her abilities when that campaign ended for personal reasons between the DM and two of the other players (Only the DM was the problem in this case). But she hated killing unless she had to, and even then, I was purposely making roles to see how she was progressing on getting used to that grisly part of adventuring. She had a tiefling dad and a nymph mom, but was raised by humans and was adventuring to find her origins. Also, may have been unintentionally charming people due to her nymph heritage XD

Garmonde Thatcholt - (5e) Teifling Eldritch Knight who used a gun that allowed him to amplify spells and replicate some minor sorcerer metamagic abilities. He was actually in two campaigns. He got trapped in a parallel world in a different timeline. Had a habit of eating chalk when he was nervous. Lots of shit happened to him. Was in an asylum in the first campaign, Lost his blue pseudodragon familiar, got harassed by the party he joined in the second campaign, and ended up stuck in a world inside a book that is currently in space due to some “unforseen button pushing shenanigans in a metal futuristic structure” by the two female players in our group’s characters. I wasn’t even mad when it happened. It was a great session even though I lost a character XD

Afua “Nightbringer” Poautu-Nag (5e) - My Goliath Totem Barbarian. Only Evil Campaign character I’ve played that lasted for more than a few sessions. My Okami homebrew witch character, Reibai, had left the party due to both a change of heart and the constant annoyance from two frog person characters in the party, (Basically, the party would want to do something, they would immediately do the exact opposite.) and my evil weretiger paladin character, Xomoku, had been betrayed by the party’s rogue after that. He has some unluck thing. And has some haunt that seemingly wants something and won’t let him just die. But each time he dies he gets more unlucky. He’s died three times. But I don’t think we will get back to that campaign unless we do away with the party’s rogue (The DM when I played Amelia)

Vok’Rhal - (3.5) My only rogue ever. He was the member of a race my first DM and best buddy, Fiddle, called the Nazgiel. They were a nomadic (for the most part) monstrous human-like creatures that had been changed by the Plane of Shadow. He is also the only character that I have ever had that nearly killed himself due to a large series of natural 1s... Shot himself in the foot, got Swamp Fever from Dire Rats, Shot himself again... It was not a good time.

Orlan Harpshore (5e/Dragon’s Dogma Campaign) - Gloom Stalker Ranger. Former Merchant. Can’t speak much due to damage to his vocal cords and griffon claw marks on his lower throat and chest that he almost died from when his family’s caravan was attacked between Gran Soren and Cassardis. He has an extreme distaste for the current Arisen (Who we just learned in that campaign has died) and the military’s current love for drafting children. Playing him some more on Sunday night.

Eldraeis Emberwin (5e) - Mechanist (Homebrew Alchemist type) My Eladrin inventor and archaeologist I am playing since Garmonde’s mishap due to buttons being pressed... Has a mechanical servant named Hemlock. Hemlock is a big brute, but very stealthy due to his build and acts as protection and transport for Eldraeis.

Valenthorn Geric (3.5) - My first character. He was a Neutral Good half-elf ranger that became a NG vampiric god of nature by the end of the quick leveling intro campaign Fiddle ran for me almost 13 years ago. There was a steep learning curve for Fiddle and myself. So many revisions had to be made as we learned the rules. But he was my first character, and it took me a long time to ever play a ranger again because I loved him so much.

Crim Suncroaker (5e) - My Circle of the Shepard Druid Frogfolk. He has only been used once because that campaign has a new session pretty much once six months to a year. 

Wu-Yen (5e) - A Huncan (Basically the Pathfinder Vanara) Drunken Master Monk. He is soon to replace Eldraeis, who is leaving the party to due more research on his own, since they really only were together due to circumstance. He was studying and helping a reptilian alien repair the ship they launched into the atmosphere.... And may have caused a major chasm to the ocean to form. And according to our DM, we may have killed the Drow of that world by the soon to happen mass drowning in the Underdark and destruction of their fungus farms....

[grimswick]

Colin: Nat, are you playing me?

Nataniel: You know I'm no good at that.

Colin: Hmmm. Thus far. But you have a disturbingly steep learning curve.

[meggie-lily]

Bruce Wayne: Barbara, are you playing me?

Barbara Gordon: You know I'm no good at that.

Bruce Wayne: Hmmm. Thus far. But you have a disturbingly steep learning curve.