#(my whole last witchlight)

[crowliphale]

Worst Shirley Temple he's ever had btw

[bleatroot]

he's gonna show back up to his kingdom and live the end of battle tendency

[wubblebubbleballxtream]

Gideon: *angry, flames erupt from his body* JUST SHUT UP

Gideon: I'm going to kill the next person I fucking see I SWEAR TO GOD

Twig: hello hi im so happy to see youuuu :D!!!!!!!

*Carnival Lecroux gang laughs in the background*

Gideon: *flames instantly extinguish and immediately softens* heyyy oh my god :D

Gideon: oh my god whats goin on :D

Twig: wow im so happy to see you abhababahabaha :) *climbs on his shoulders*

[saturnaous]

makign a. doc to plan out a oneshot so I can get my weekly dnd enrichment(<- last week got cancelled and I've been shriveling up all week. this week also got cancelled. I'm dying). waiting for my dm to wake up in *glances at watch*. like 8 hours or something. in a while. anyways I'm inquiring to her if I can make this oneshot and in the meantime I'm planning out the whole thing's main swaths as a bit more eye brow wiggle nudging action to convince her to let me do this even though I'm a super inexperienced player. but I have my trusty dm guide and the internet so I'm living the life. report back tomorrow to see what she says

[drawing-by-the-bonfire]

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[tiredfoxtf]

I'm just trying to like. Process everything. Spoilers for the entirety of ouaw s1.

The way I have been losing my mind since episode 53 is honestly insane. I was prepared to episode 19, I was prepared to episode 41 and 46, but not fifty fucking three.

I need people to understand that These People are LOSING themselves there. They are losing the core of who they are, little by little.

Well, Torbek lost himself totally at this fucking point. He's been in feywild for 5 years. 5 years of torture and experiments. Before it he was drinking to drown the voice in his head, he had been alone, without a single home he could go to. And to Him Carnivale LeCroux is literally ALL he ever HAD. And you get fucking that. He forgets it. Like All of it, the reason he's here, how he got Witchlight in his veins, forgets the misery of his life because of the voice before the feywild. And all while desiring to KNOW THE TRUTH. He got it, he has the truth about The Duke, but the cost? The cost is his entire fucking life. All he knew is fucking Gone. There are huuuuge chunks of life straight up MISSING, that are VERY important. What's good is the truth without this context?

Y'know, it fucking killed me a little when Torbek voiced that fact that while he feels of the Carnivale LeCroux as a family, it's not reciprocated and that it hurts him. Good grief this poor guy.

I think Frost is another hard victim of this dissolving. He gave up the joy of the signal whistle Gricko carved for him to better communicate with Hootsie. The connection he felt, the way he felt for the first time like he wasn't alone anymore? Gone. And loneliness is what scares Frost the most, to be alone and to lose his sanity. And the longer he is in the feywild the lonelier and insane he gets. This is why it scares him so much why he can't remember why he never written to his parents, what happened to him when he was taken by the psionic order. He lost his Mind when they stood against the fucking Jabberwock. He was panicked and Gave Up after seeing his friends Die. Also he gave up an ounce of fear. Like this cannot be not important.

Of course there's the whole Gideon and Kremy's gifts memories, it was said before me, I have no desire to retell this one.

But like Kremy lost the colour of his eyes and he also lost the memory of the Remy Garou. And while eyes probably didn't mean a lot to him (don't get me wrong, it's still part of him that's missing) the last one did numbers on him. Like he already admitted to hearing "call of the abyss" but after that memory was taken is it just me, or does anyone else noticed that Kremy feels a lot more... what's the right word? Like he's moving forward without a clear path ahead. Before whatever he did, he entirely believed in the fact that he would prevail no matter what, but after it's as if he lost a big part of it. Like he's moving by inertia. Also he suggested the group for them all to die instead of facing Scabatha and while they were in the toy form with 5 levels of exhaustion he just wanted to die. And also I'm still thinking about this cyclops thing. Where he was afraid that the only people that stuck with him will learn the fact how evil he is and leave him, no, even take revenge on him for it.

All I want to say is, Torbek, Kremy and Frost are more similar actually than it seems. In some form they are all afraid to lose their control over something they have: for Frost it's his mind, his ability to stay calm and calculated; for Torbek it's like the last strings of control he has over his actions and his life; and for Kremy it's control over others because he believes that only through that control he has over others they will stay on his side. And it leads straight to their second shared fear - loneliness. They are TERRIFIED to end up alone, without anyone by their side. They are afraid to just wake up one day and everyone realises that they are The Problem, that they are a burden, that they aren't worth the hustle, that they figure out their true nature. And this is why Kremy lies and manipulates more. And Frost and Torbek trying to be useful as they can be.

Gricko and Gideon are the least affected by the feywild in my opinion. HOWEVER, it's about their Family that they care about. The fact that Hootsie was taken away, the fact that Frost gave away his signal whistle, Twig's death, about Kremy, about the Jabberwock, about keeping Torbek safe, about punting people who hurt their family into the fucking sun. It really shows how Much Gricko and Gideon care about Carnivale LeCroux, more than they care about themselves. ALSO REMEMBER, how they fought Jabberwock, both of them fought this battle to let others escape. But it was entirely futile.

And like. Was it ever worth it? They keep sacrificing parts of themselves, to learn something, to keep moving. Maybe there was another way? Maybe they could have kept themselves. Now they are empty how much blood can they sacrifice, how much of themselves there's to give until there's nothing to give anymore.

And I want to be optimistic, I want to believe in them getting all that's lost back. But I just don't know if there's a way to do so. Can you get back something that was honestly traded away? Who can even decide something like that? Zybilna? King of Hearts? The mysterious Baba Yaga, aka the fourth hag? Can you flip the hourglass in a way that send will flow upwards?

[loa-bracket-battle]

GIDEON PROPAGANDA INCOMING

Remember how Gid talked about the King of Hearts? How he, out of all of them, folded the most easily? Not even in a “haha yeah he’s so handsome IN AN ASPIRATIONAL WAY”, just fully “wow I am blushing so hard rn; Me King of Hearts, my own is RACING” way. That man KNOWS he’s bi, he just hasn’t fully unraveled his feelings for Kremy and/or is actively working against Kremy’s own internalized bugaboos on intimacy. And the “I Toy Soldiers™ this bitch” moment, after seething about how Skab treated Kremy?? Automatically doing things for Kremy (holding onto his package for Electrum Chef [take that as you will], from a meta perspective being turned into one of the chefs biased towards him, being the one to find him in the forest in spite of being sleepy tired, literally all of the shady things Gideon does has done & will do for Kremy, the cigarette holder!!!!). The way that Gideon reacts every time Kremy is either downed or dies?? “ALL OF MY FAVOURITE ATTRIBUTES”?????

And yes, Witchlight is the goofy comedy podcast, but ALL of this is canon. Saying Gideon isn’t flaming (pun intended) is like saying the King of Hearts isn’t handsome & suspiciously mysterious, or Hootsie isn’t a delightful iPad kid.

500 gold pieces is a lot, yes, but given where Gid has come from, I think what he has given Kremy (unrestricted trust, loyalty, companionship) far outpaces that. Fuck, I wouldn’t be surprised if Kremy has Gideon’s soul in his hand. I am fully confident that this bisexual bitch can take this entire competition!!

True true, I forgot about the King of Hearts (it's been a while since I've last watched Witchlight I will admit)

but I wouldn't be so confident about Gideon taking the whole thing- the way it's shaping up both he and Kremy are likely to take the last round, and we all know how Kremy has been absolutely crushing everyone he goes up against

[trashyswitch]

Mischief in the Feywild

⚠️SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR ONCE UPON A WITCHLIGHT EPISODE 19 AND ONWARD!⚠️

The group of 6 are walking through the Feywild, with Twig and Gideon running around in front. While Gideon tries to calm down, Twig accidentally finds out about a little ticklish spot thanks to Frost and his telepathy abilities. Frost's words end up causing a whole bunch of mischief, that turns into a devestating loss of dignity for both Gideon and eventually, Frost himself.

As I got past episode 21, I grew to absolutely love Twig and Gideon's relationship from the moment I saw their dynamic in Once Upon a Witchlight. I wanted to really emphasize this friendship, and add some slight playfulness with the others as well. But I mostly wanted to focus on Gideon and Twig. I also wanted to let you know that I will be uploading a few more fanfics to make up for the lack of fanfics the last few weeks. I was really focusing on finishing up my first year of school, and I had put my writing on the backburner for a while. Lastly, I had been at the cottage this last week, and I'll be heading back home tomorrow.

So with all that in mind, I hope you all enjoy!

“Weeee!” A little brownie fey creature declared as she rode the shoulders of her new friend: A very fast fire genasi named Gideon. 

“You- *huff* You havin’ fun up there?” Gideon asked, looking up to Twig out of the corner of his eye. 

“This is so fun! This is so fun! Run like the wind, Gideon!” She cheered excitedly. 

“Ey ey, Capt’n Twig!” He declared, before looking to the right. “I’m gonna do a sharp u-turn, ya alright with that?” Gideon asked. 

“Do it, do it, do it!” She declared. 

“Aaaalright! Let’s GO!” He made his body do a sharp u-turn, making a funny little vrooming sound as he turned. 

Twig’s reddish brown and blonde hair flew in the wind as she let out the most happy little high-pitched “WEEEEEE!” sound.

With Gideon now the other way, he started to sprint to the group again. “Alright! LOOK OUT BELOW!” Gideon shouted, sprinting straight for the group. 

“You know, I’m a little worried about Gideon being too rough with Twig.” Frost admitted. 

“Why’s that?” Kremy turned to look at him. 

Frost looked towards Kremy. “Well-” 

Suddenly, the sound of sliding across slightly moist moss filled the group’s ears as Gideon’s body slid closer and closer to the group. And right as the big set of feet slid to a halt, Gideon’s body stopped right in front of Kremy. With a smoldering look on his face, Gideon looks straight at Kremy. “Helloooo ladies~” 

[The entire group bursted out into laughter, with both Mace and Andy’s laughter audibly towering over the others. 

“Kremy looks at Gideon with…mostly shock and confusion, but you can see the slightest hint of a blush.” Richie told him. 

Derek takes a drink of his can of pop before putting it down. “Frost watches Gideon’s perfect form as he manages to slide to a stop in front of Kremy at just the right time. He nods up and down, uh…almost proudly, before saying-”]

“I take back what I said. Gideon is perfectly capable.” Frost told Kremy. 

“THAT WAS AWESOME!” Twig shouted excitedly. 

Gideon laughed through his breathlessness. “Was that fun?!” Gideon reacted, showing Twig his hand. “High five.” 

Twig gave his hand a high five. “Again, again, again!” She cheered excitedly. 

Gideon shook his head. “Not…not now. Gid needs a break.” He told her, bringing his arms up to take her off his shoulders. 

“Okay. But can I stay on your shoulders?” Twig asked, touching the top of his hair. 

“Sure, why not.” Gideon lowered his hands rather hastily. 

[“Gideon joins the rest of the group.” Mace told them. 

Nikkie nods. “With the group now together, they all spend their time walking and chatting amongst each other.” She explained. “And as you walk, Gid…you can feel Twig playing with your hair, almost like a bored child in need of a distraction.” She explained next.

“I let Twig do this as I’m walking.” Mace explains. “It feels nice, and it helps calm me down.” He added.

Nikkie looked at Mace. “I’ll need you to roll an insight check.”

Mace picked up his d20 dice and rolled it. When he got his number, he checked his insight number. “Uhh…11.”

Nikkie nodded her head. “Alright. You can feel your mind calming down slightly. However, you quickly find that her hair-playing starts to distract you rather than calm you.” Nikkie explained. “The touch doesn’t really hurt, per say. But…the touch feels more…ticklish than anything.” 

Mace tilts his head. “Wait, tickles as in…itches? Or tickles as in, makes you laugh?” He asked for clarification. 

“Up to you.” Nikkie replied. 

“Alright.” Mace smiles and straightens his posture. “I do all I can to ignore the urge to laugh.” Mace told her. 

Richie and Nikkie laugh a little bit. 

“Alright. Roll a deception check for me.” 

Gideon rolls the dice, and adds his deception check. “16.” 

“Alright.” Nikkie replied.] 

Gideon attempted to calm himself down as Twig played with his hair. The thing is, not a lot of people have touched his hair, let alone the top of his head…not even as he was growing up. He expected it to feel nice, and at first…it did. But now it was growing somewhat sensitive. 

“Twig?” Gideon asked. 

“Yeah?” Twig’s hands paused slightly. 

“What are you doing up there?” Gideon asked. 

“Playing with your hair.” Twig started moving her fingers through the hair and scratching mere centimeters away from his scalp. “Why?” 

“N-No reason, juhust-” Gideon bit both his lips as he tried to keep himself together. It felt like the touch alone was pushing him to laugh against his will. It’s not something he’s used to, and he nearly breaks.

“Gid?” Kremy turned to look at him.

“What’s wrong with you?” Gricko asked. 

Frost looked at Twig’s hands, before looking at Gideon’s face specifically. “You look like something’s bothering you.” 

“Botherin’? Oh no, nothing's b-bothering me-hehe-” He squeezed his right eye as Twig’s finger scratched a super sensitive part of his scalp. 

[Derek is visibly trying not to laugh. “Suspecting something else,” Derek places his index and middle fingers onto his own forehead. “Frost uses his telekinesis to get into Gideon’s head.” Derek explains. 

Mace laughs. “All you hear is ‘Shit, shit, shit, what is this? It feels weird, why?!’.” Mace explained. 

This explanation alone makes Derek lean his body back with laughter.

“Why do I wanna laugh?!” Mace asks next. 

“There’s nothing funny about this!” Derek added, making more laughter fill the room.] 

Frost widened his eyes and grew a cat-like smile on his face. “I see…” He said with a smirk. 

“You see? What is it?” Kremy asked. 

“I’ll explain in a moment.” Frost told him. 

[“I use my powers to get into Twig’s mind.” Derek places his fingers back onto his forehead before looking at Nikkie.] 

‘Twig, this is Frost. I think you might be tickling Gideon by accident.’ Frost explained in her head. 

[The room of players burst out laughing. “Straight to the point.” Andy mentioned.

“Just no going around it!” Mikie added.] 

‘Tickling Gideon?!’ Twig gasped. 

‘It would seem so.’ Frost replied. 

‘Thanks for the warning, Frost! I had no idea!’ Twig reacted. 

[“The moment after she says this to Frost, she starts scratching and playing with Gideon’s hair even faster than before.” Nikkie told them with a laugh. 

“What?!” Mace drops his jaw, clearly offended.

The group bursts out laughing as Derek panics and moves his fingers back to his forehead to send another telekinetic phrase. “Wait, no!”

“Do I roll a performance check for this? Or a sleight of hand?” Nikkie asks. 

“Sleight of hand, I believe.” Andy replies.  

“Okay.” Nikkie rolls the dice and adds her sleight of hand. “Dirty 20!” She declared. “And Mace, roll me a…strength? Survival? I don’t know…”

“I’ll roll a survival check. That makes the most sense.” Mace told her. 

“At disadvantage, because…” Nikkie motions to Mace and shakes her head. “Well…Tickling.” 

That was all she could get out before the group burst out laughing.]

Gideon's head leaned back as the laughter finally overcame him. “Gahahahaha! What the hehehehell?!” His almost bellowish laughter filled the feywild for a moment as he tried to grab Twig. 

[Richie smiles. “Now, Kremy quickly remembers a time he found a really good tickle spot on Gideon.” He explains. “And though he swore he would never tell a soul about it…” Richie shrugs his shoulders. “He risks it for a biscuit cause he’s a menace.” He concluded.

A collection of ‘Ooooooh’s fill the room for a moment as the table processes the utter betrayal from Richie/Kremy.] 

“Twig, go for his ears!” Kremy yelled out. 

“Okay!” Twig replied. 

[“I can’t believe it’s gotten to this…” Nikkie laughed, before clearing her throat. “Not able to choose which ear to go for, Twig quickly begins scratching at both of Gideon’s ears instead.” Nikkie narrated.

“Good lord…” Mace shook his head. “Gideon just loses it with laughter. He struggles to cover his ears as he realizes that his best friend…his only friend…and now husband…had just told one of his biggest secrets to not only Twig, but to the rest of the group in the process.” Mace told the group.] 

“KREMY YOHOHOHOU AHAHASS!” Gideon shouted. “YOU PROMISED!”

“Oops…” Kremy casually muttered with a snicker. 

Desperate to save what’s left of his dignity, Gideon reached to grab Twig and take her off his shoulders. 

[What number did you get?” Nikkie asked. 

“19.” Mace replied. 

“You pass. You’re able to grab Twig and lift her off you.” Nikkie narrated. 

“Yes!” Mace cheered.] 

“Ihi gotcha, ya little shit.” Gideon brought Twig into his chest and tickled her belly and sides. 

Twig bursted out in high-pitched, squeaky fits of laughter. “eEEEHEEHEE! GIHIHID, IHIHI’M SORRYYYY!” Twig squealed. 

“Don’t you try and get yourself out of this! You started it!” He reminded her. 

[Derek morphed his face into guilt. “Frost looks at this and starts to feel guilty. He feels like Twig’s doom was entirely his fault, and that he should atone for his actions.” Derek explained.] 

Frost cleared his throat. “Uh…Actually Gideon…” He spoke up. “I have a confession.” He admitted. 

Gideon looked at Frost. “Well, make it quick. I’m a little busy.” Gideon told him. 

Frost scratched the back of his head. “It was actually me that told her.” Frost admitted. “I tried to warn her that she was tickling you, and…I suppose she took it as a challenge.” Frost admitted with a small chuckle. 

Gideon slowly paused his fingers and looked at Frost. “Did you…read my mind?” He asked. 

Frost widened his eyes. “Yeah, I did. That’s how I found out.” He admitted. 

Gideon narrowed his eyes at Frost, before looking at Twig. “This true?” He asked. 

Twig nodded her head. “Yeah, it is.” 

Gideon looked at Frost out of the corner of his eye, and put Twig onto his shoulders again. “No touching my ears without my permission, okay?” He told Twig. 

Twig nodded her head. “Okay. Promise!” 

Gideon put his fingers onto his own forehead. ‘Better prepare yourself for the most laughter you’ve ever experienced.’ Gideon said in his mind. 

[Derek widened his eyes. “Oh shit!” 

The group burst out laughing. “Whoa! Okay!” Nikkie reacted. 

“Can Gricko understand what he’s thinking based on his face?” Mikie asked. 

“I don’t know. Roll an insight check. And Mace, roll a persuasion check.” Nikkie told them. 

Mikie rolled the dice. “18.” He said. 

“Dammit…” Mace hung his head. “13.” 

Nikkie threw her head back with laughter. “Oh no!” She reacted.] 

Gricko smirked a little bit. “Well, it’s a good thing you and Frost have something in common…” He teased. 

Frost’s upper body froze, widening his eyes before glaring at the person beside him. “Gricko!” 

Gricko smirked brightly. “Am I wrong?” He asked. 

Frost fixed his hood and looked down, attempting to hide his face. 

Gideon smirked a bit and looked behind him slightly. “Hey Twig, ya wanna team up later?” Gideon asked. 

“Sure!” Twig replied excitedly. 

Kremy widened his eyes, and looked ahead, suddenly growing nervous. He looked at Frost, who was also nervous. He looked forward and tried to keep himself calm as they walked. “Well…” Was all he could get out. 

Let’s just say…they both should’ve remembered the consequences before going against a large Fire Genasi and his little fey brownie friend…

[moonlightreal]

The Night World’s end of the world

A bit of pondering, with bonus picture of Sarah Strange.

The setup: animal attacks, natural disasters and strange diseases are on the rise! The end of the world is coming! Most of the Night World thinks it’ll be the end of the human world and they will be free to live their best vampire- and shapeshifter-lives, enslaving humans to feed from like they did back in prehistory. But Circle Daybreak is not down for mass human destruction and wants to try and stop what’s coming. Luckily there is a prophecy! There are four “Wild Powers,” four people with a special gift-- blue fire! Very cool. If they all work together they can stop the darkness. Circle Daybreak has a guide to help find them:

One from the land of kings long forgotten;

One from the hearth which still holds the spark;

One from the Day World where two eyes are watching;

One from the twilight to be one with the dark.

The first three we found in the books that have been published. A vampire prince, a ditzy but soulful lost witch, and a vampire hunter who is herself half vampire. The three of them are from the “royal families” of the Night World, the vampire Redferns and the witchy Harmans.

Information from Strange Fate indicates that the fourth Wild Power is Kierlan Drache, from the “royal family” of the shapeshifters. His family name is linked to some very cool new shapeshifter lore that Ms. Smith added for the last four books. The Drache family are dragonborn, before Skyrim or Game of Thrones did it.

In ancient times the dragons were the most powerful and cruel of shapeshifters, ruling whole kingdoms and keeping humans as cattle. Ms. Smith’s dragons seem to be totally evil, drawing on all the darkest ancient serpent mythology. Being shapeshifters, they can be dragon or human, and have the unique power to take on any human or animal form they wish. Ordinary shapeshuifters are limited to one human form and one animal form, the descendants of the dragons are able to choose their animal form while true dragons can shapeshift into any animal or human.

The true dragons are the villains in the end of the world arc, rising from centuries of slumber to bring about the end of the world. Exactly how this will happen is a bit murky; despite the disasters Jez hears about in Huntress, by Witchlight the human world still seems to be puttering along with high school continuing as usual.

This made me wonder: was this “end of the world” arc Ms. Smith’s idea? Or did the publisher decide the series needed a dramatic wrapup? Because Ms. Smith doesn’t seem super invested in the apocalyptic worldbuilding of it all. She had great fun writing the post-apocalypse story that was originally part of Strange Fate then split off to become the standalone novel The Last Lullaby, and I know this because she told me. :-) I emailed her to say “post-apocalyptic is fun to write isn’t it?” and she sent a brief “it sure is!” reply. My only actual conversation with the woman of mystery. But she seems much less into the apocalyptic event itself. This is what made me wonder if Ms. Smith wasn’t the decider in the whole end of the world thing and just wanted to keep writing her supernatural high school stories.

Thinking about the spread of Wild Powers it occurs to me that we have an uneven spread. Witches, vampires and shapeshifters are represented, but humans only get a half-inclusion.

So… is Kierlan a confirmed Wild Power or just a likely Wild Power? ‘Cause Circle Daybreak agents tracked down Iliana through her ancestry long before she could use the blue fire. What I’m saying is, I wonder if Kierlan is a ringer and Sarah will turn out to be the real Wild Power.

On that subject, we have a picture of Sarah, made by Ms. Smith on a dollmaker. (Wherever you are now, Ms. Smith, I hope you’re having loads of fun making all your characters with AI art because it is a blast.)

I’ll have to paraphrase the description since I couldn’t find it again but in my memory Ms. Smith waxes eloquent about how Sarah “May be a bit clumsy and a bit of a crybaby…” which, uh, reminds me of somebody.

And Ms. Smith goes on to talk about Sarah’s bluegreen eyes, shimmering as if with unshed tears, as her most beautiful feature.

[meowcats734]

[Soulmage] Vampire society have been loyal customers to a carpenter for years. He made the best coffins they have slept in for centuries, and never really got suspicious of so many wealthy people willing to pay for the same niche item. As he got old, the vampires tries to offer him immortality.

I knew the Grandmaster was hiding something when he ordered his second coffin of the month. I could understand why he'd ordered from Jiaola—if there was any carpenter in the Silent Peaks that you wanted working for you, it was one who'd built his own home from scratch—but the order itself was inexplicable. That, combined with the Grandmaster's tendency to inadvertently drop ancient secrets like so much candy, led me to believe that the Grandmaster wasn't what he appeared to be.

And if he was concerned enough about who he really was to go to such great lengths to hide it, that meant it was a secret worth leverage.

A core part of me hated using a hidden part of a person's identity against them—but desperate times called for desperate measures. I had a goal to achieve and misdeeds to atone for, and I needed a favor or three in order to get it done.

So finding out what the Grandmaster was hiding—and hinting that I just might let it slip—seemed like the best place to start.

I didn't know the Grandmaster's name—nobody did—but he liked going by a pretentious stack of titles. Grandmaster Water Magic Lord Sage Unmatched Crusader Knight, if I remembered correctly. I just abbreviated it to GWMLSUCK, and later, just SUCK. He was a wizened old man, with a cloak of leather that looked old enough to have been made last century, but the SUCK had a surprisingly youthful smoothness to his skin, an uncannily fluid spring to his step. The sun had long since set, but the pale orbs of witchlight on the streets still provided ample illumination as the SUCK made his way to Jiaola's house.

I cast a shrinking spell on myself—nowadays, I had ample fuel for the one spell I knew—and sprinted up behind him as he knocked on Jiaola's door. Jiaola's sun-tanned, wrinkled face broke out into a wide grin as he welcomed the SUCK in.

"How's my oldest customer doing?" Jiaola asked. "You haven't aged a day since we've last met!"

"Yes, yes, well... you have," the SUCK muttered, a slight hint of unease in his expression. "Do you have the resting place I ordered?"

"Of course! Hand-carved and enchanted with the finest quality spells, just how you like it." Just how... he likes it? How many times had the SUCK ordered new coffins? Was he burying people in secret? "Come in, come in."

In my shrunken state, neither Jiaola nor the SUCK noticed me sneak into the carpenter's house. I felt a pang of guilt as I snuck in—Jiaola and I were on friendly terms, even after that whole business with the demon invasion, and it rankled me to be sneaking around his home like this.

But I'd hurt people worse before. At least this time, it was for a good cause.

Jiaola walked downstairs, and I swore under my breath. He was headed for the safe room—a solid wooden box enchanted with, among other things, passive magic dampers. If I spent too long in there without a protection amulet I didn't have, the shrinking spell keeping me hidden would break, and I'd be exposed for nothing.

Thankfully, the last time I'd been inside the safe room, a haughty, arrogant witch had pointed out how to disable it, and Jiaola hadn't updated the safe room since then. Whispering an apology to Jiaola, I snuck in on the SUCK's heels and crawled up the wall, snapping three nodes of memorabilia. The oddly calming, draining sensation on my soul abruptly ended, and I maintained my secrecy as I watched Jiaola show the SUCK to a coffin.

Reverently, the SUCK ran one hand over the smooth bloodwood coffin, inlaid with dragonscale and puffwool. "It's beautiful," the SUCK whispered. "She'll love it."

Jiaola laughed, a craftsman's pride gleaming in his eyes. "I may be getting old, but these hands still remember what it's like to shape wood."

The SUCK paused, lost in reverie for a long moment, then said, "I could fix that, you know."

"Hm?" Jiaola asked.

"Mortality." The SUCK took a step back from the coffin, turning to Jiaola. He took Jiaola's weathered, calloused hand, studying it. "These hands have seen a lifetime of craft. It will be a shame when you perish, and your soul is scattered into thoughtspace."

Another one of those bizarre secrets the SUCK seemed to leave behind him wherever he went. He was the only person I knew who would casually mention what happened after death—and that was exactly why I needed him. I focused on the conversation as Jiaola took his hand—politely but firmly—out of the SUCK's grip. "What do you mean by that?" Jiaola politely asked.

"I could make you immortal," the SUCK said. "I could make you one of us."

And the leathery cloak on the SUCK's back unfolded into bat's wings, and the vampire held out a hand to the old carpenter.

I guess my nickname for him was more accurate than I thought.

Jiaola gave the vampire a long, considering look.

Then he smiled and said, "No thanks."

The vampire blinked. "I—excuse me?"

"I said, no thanks." Jiaola patted the coffin lid. "I was born in the Redlands. Death is a part of who I am. I've made my peace with it. I'll die as nothing more than human, just like the rest of us."

The vampire spluttered. "I—but—you—"

"I make good coffins," he said, "and I know what it's like to have to hide who you are. My husband and I had to deal with that for our entire lives. So don't worry. Your secret's safe with me."

The vampire closed his eyes.

Then he folded up his wings, and he was once more nothing but a man wearing an oddly-shaped leather coat.

"Very well." He laughed. "I... to my surprise, I'm... not even angry. Simply... sad. I will miss you."

Jiaola gave the vampire a kind smile. "Don't you worry about me. I've still got some life left in me."

The vampire smiled, and despite the chill of the room, it somehow felt warm.

Then he tilted the coffin onto a wheeled dolly and began taking it out of the house.

I wished I could have left it at that. I really did.

But I had a question to ask. And now, I had the leverage to have it answered.

I scribbled a note on the floor and left it in a corner of Jiaola's room. If my gamble didn't pay off, I'd at least have a sliver of insurance.

As the vampire left the room and began walking down the street, I shadowed him until he passed through a quiet, empty street.

Then I broke the shrinking spell, expanding to my full size with a whoosh of displaced air. That nagging little whisper in my ear told me I was a horrible person for using his secrets against him like this, but it had to be done. The vampire spun around, startled, something... fluid... glistening at his fingertips.

"What are you—"

"I know what you are," I interrupted. "I know that you know things. And I've left notes in case I go missing, so killing or kidnapping me won't help you."

The vampire snarled, the fluid at his claws lengthening. "Then what do you want with me, mortal?"

"Answer me one question, and I will keep your secret forever."

"Then ask, insolent journeyman."

I took a deep breath, then said, "I know you know where souls go when they die. My question is: how can you bring one back?"

A.N.

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[arobinwithoutbatman]

((Alright folks, under the read more is the very long tale of what's happened so far in my dnd campaign and what happened last night

SO!

I live with my DM, have done for 5 years now and we've been best friends for about 20 years. Ish. We forget how old we were when we met. It's a long story. The entire world is homebrewed; everything from maps to culture to world history to an entire fucking pantheon. Seriously. My best friend is *incredible* and when I'm not involved in a campaign, I've been their sound board.

The party composition has changed a lot since we first started February 2022 for various reasons: -Cleric switched to Bard cause he was getting a bit bored and wanted to try something different for a while. The Cleric is still alive just currently tied up with work at his temple -Original Bard switched to Rogue because she lost her character sheet and it got flavoured that she was always a Rogue and just pretending to be a Bard -Barbarian was kicked out once he finally revealed his true toxic narcisstist colours and if he comes anywhere his ex (the Rogue player) we're calling the police -One of our Sorcerers switched to Paladin because we had no melee party members and got our asses handed to us a few sessions ago. That particular fight was meant to be difficult and unwinnable but not quite as drastic as what ended up happening. Lots of unlucky dice rolls

Current Level 10 Party composition is as follows: -Luran: Half Elf Bard, not sure what college. He's an artist, his inspiration is flicks of colourful paint that twirl very prettily around us -Love: Reborn Tiefling Sorcerer. Can't remember what her source of magic is rn. She's got all of her skin and organs and everything, she's just covered in burns -Farla: Tabaxi Rogue, Assassin specifically. She's caused so many fucking issues for us -.- Oh and she's officially in trouble with her guild for lack of loyalty and therefore potentially getting the rest of us in trouble -Xiderm: Reborn Eladrin Druid/Artificer. The tech thing is recent. He's literally a skeleton. Yes his name is a taxidermy joke. He and Love bond a lot over the death thing -Cassius: Human (I think) Paladin, Oath of Conquest. He's only been with us for a few sessions and was specifically assigned to us by our mercenary Guild Master to babysit us because we keep ending up in shit -Alice (AKA me~): Human Archfey Warlock, Pact of the Tome. I went full Alice in Wonderland because autism brain a couple years back said "This is a thing you like now" so I'm running with it. Wild Beyond The Witchlight only enabled this. My Patron is the Cheshire Cat~ I'm also currently a Dhampir! I got turned a while back and only got found out last night~

I can go into the story of the whole campaign cause that'll take up it's own post tbh but last night~

We finished our journey across the lake and continued escorting a lovely dwarf named Amelia. She's taking a project back to one of the big cities in the area; she's essentially making the world's first WarForged but it's not quite there yet, it's barely even a prototype and not even sentient. We're headed to the same place so we offered to go with her. We settled into this cosy little pub in a crack in a mountain, got a brief lesson on Dwarven culture (whether you finish the drink or not, you accept the mug that is offered to you and at least try a few sips. To so anything else is highly offensive) and settled in for the night before heading off the next morning. We stopped off at a teeny tiny hamlet cause night was falling, city is still like 3 days away. And the inn didn't really have enough rooms and beds for all of us so we sort of just... grabbed whatever space we could in the area.

Which made it difficult for me to sneak off and go find some food. Cause I got turned into a vampire in a session that happened in October and I only started seriously dropping hints in... March? Because I have heard our Druid/Artificer out of character chatting to our DM that he's sure something is going on with me and just never did anything about it in character. So yeah, I've been very quietly communicating with DM for that long for whenever I'm sneaking off at night to go find an animal to suck the blood of.

As you can imagine, I got caught. Rolled a pretty decent stealth check but Xiderm saw through it and was more concerned by the fact that I, Alice, a very proper lady and courtsean who needs sleep, was sneaking out of the inn in the middle of the night. I noticed I was being followed and tried to lose him, thought I did but we're in a mountain area. There's not a lot of wildlife around that would sate me and I went hungry the night before. Xiderm ended up catching me a couple of rodents of varying sizes but it wasn't enough to fully sate me. It'll have to do though. We had a good long talk and I was given an ultimatium: Tell the party about my condition before we reach Kethador ( the city we're headed to) or he will.

Which I've agreed to purely because that city is underground. No wildlife means no blood. Which means I start getting disadvantages after 3 days, after a week I have to kill to be sated and after 12 days I will go feral and we don't know how long we'll be there.

We also had a talk about when it happened (Player actually guessed this) and why. I chose it. When the rest of the party were getting attacked by creatures in the middle of the night, I was called by an alluring voice which turned out to be a very pretty lady vampire who offered me the choice to be turned instead of being attacked by her hoardes of brothers. I had a talk with Chesh and with her and then accepted her offer.

Anyway. Next morning we start going up the mountain pass and end up in a fight with a rock dragon. Think... Gravios from Monster Hunter. And then we ended there because we play in the evenings and some of us needed sleep and had work in the morning.))

[thefallenangelsgang]

I'm realizing I don't talk about the fact that I voice act a whole ton

forgive me, I just got a new script for a returning character and I'm reminded that over six months ago I started a weird and wonderful journey that resulted in me having an IMDB page and... I think the health issues might have blinded me to the things I really liked about my life before it went to shit momentarily.

It's been about 4 months since I last did a recording (or an audition for that matter) because my life got crazy, my health was in the toilet, and my depression was really bad. All three of those things are still a little true, the depression more than the others, but I'm excited in a way I haven't been in a while.

I'm getting a little fucked up thinking about it.

I think tomorrow I'm going to properly set up my soundproofing again and maybe I'll get around to the reel recordings I never got around to finishing (I still have an outstanding permission from the LoA crew to use the Once Upon a Witchlight poem and I have been dying to play with cadence and rhythm with it)

Maybe things aren't so bad after all :)

[lobsterjess-fanart-factory]

A lot of artists redo their favourite piece every year or so to see how their skills and style have changed in that twelve months and I decided to give it a try as well.

This is Waywocket, my Tabaxi Trickery Cleric from the first ever DND campaign I ever played. It was Wild Beyond the Witchlight, and was so much fun.

The first image was drawn in September 2022, and it was my favourite piece at the time. The second image is my redraw of the first, completed in Decemeber 2023. How I draw Waywocket has changed so much in the last twelve months and seeing how much I’ve learned really boosts my confidence in what I’m doing. Can’t wait to see how he looks in another 12 months.

He will always remain my favourite son, and will always have a special place in my heart. As do the whole of the Whimsy court party that completed that campaign with me. ♥️

[complete-idiot-in-love]

Once Upon a Witchlight: Episode 47 (SPOILERS AHEAD)

We’re on a red and white checkerboard??

Blonde elven boy?? Is this the prince that Morgana likes?

Old lady with metal teeth??? Grandma??

Three pieces of a sword going into different time zones and cauldrons, the hags??

We’re alive!!! In a mushroom circle on a bed of roses in the shape of a heart?? THE KING OF HEARTS??

“Fellas? Gid?” The fact that he called for Gideon specifically makes me ship my dads so much!!

I would definitely be crying when I woke up, just happy to see my family again

I’m calling it, the white queen is either the Mama Hag or Zybilna and He’s not telling the party the whole truth

This is all so damn weird, like was all of the last few episodes a dream or was it real???

Alegeorgie and symbologie are my two favorite new words

JINGLE JANGLE?? NOOOOOO

Alegeorgeical lmao

EEEEWWWW, BITING INTO A ICE CREAM WITH METAL TEETH. WTF MIKEY???

YOOOOO, IS MY THEORY ABOUT THE KING BEING THE DUDE THAT HURT TORBEK GONNA BE CANON?

So I think: Zybilna and the king are secretly evil/ were evil at one point and that they're not telling the group the whole truth

👉🏻👈🏻 Mace doing the finger touchys is so funny, Gideon WOULD seek out the monster that just killed em all for a rematch

“WOULD YA KINDLY SHUT THE FUCK UP?” Omfg Kremy is PISSED at Gricko for teasing Gideon

NAT 20 FROM GRICKO BUT NIKKIE DREADED IT

YAY WAFFLES!!! I LOVE WAFFLES!!!

JAKE LONG THE AMERICAN DRAGON REFERENCE YESSSS, I LOVED THAT SHOW

Gricko helping the adult owlbear is so cute, I hope they take it with them as Hootsie’s mum

Red panda hootsie uwu

Is the owlbear named Juniper? That's so cute!!

“JUNIPER BERRYDIS NUTS IN YOUR FACE!!!” *Gricko and I high-five*

Tallman

OH FUCK, A SYRINGE FULL OF WITCHLIGHT

Hootsie driving the caravan!!!

Please don't inject yourselves with the syringe

“I crush its mind” FROSTY WHAT THE FUCK

Torbek’s favorite movie is mean girls and I LOVE that about him

NATTY 20 FOR STEALING FROM AN OLD MAN FOR TORBEK, PROUD OF YOU BESTIE!!

“I'm starting to feel a little guilty” “What's that like?” GIDEON BURNS FROST /J

Kremy is getting greedy, they’re gonna get in a fight I swear

NATTY 20 FOR GRICKO!!!!

My S/I would probably want to stop after the initial 100,000,00 gold they got but wouldn't stop cause they want Kremy to be proud of them

I love Andy and his Torbek faces, they’re so silly fr fr

OH NOOOOOO, A FUCKING CLOWN EPISODE????

AND WE’RE ENCUMBERED???

[davemcbadass]

Last session of Witchlight on Friday, definitely bittersweet. It's been a fun campaign and playing my character has been interesting and out of my comfort zone.

The end of this campaign means starting mine back up again, for however long I can keep that going for. But beyond that, I'm working on a character for my friend's campaign that we'll start once mine runs out of gas.

Also hey Tumblr, I know it's been a minute, just haven't had a whole lot to say. I'm still here, I still doomscroll a little every day, I've just cut back on my social media presence significantly, especially Tumblr for a bunch of reasons.

I hope everyone is doing well!

[dmsden]

In Pursuit of the New - Where to get ideas

Hullo, Gentle Readers. This week’s Question from a Denizen comes from ididitforthedogs (A name I love). They ask, “ How do you keep coming up with ideas? I really struggle with coming up with all these different encounters and puzzles and NPCs and enemies constantly.”

I feel that, dogs. I truly do. Especially after so many years, it can be challenging to keep the game fresh and to keep things going. But I have learned a few tricks over the years.

First, I try to start with a solid basis. Whether I’m working on a campaign, a story, an adventure, or even just an encounter, I like to have a strong starting point. For example, the side campaign I’m currently running is set in an area that borrows some mythology and cultural nods to India, Indonesia, and Cambodia. When the party is in civilization, I look at those countries and their rich cultures and mythologies for inspiration while being respectful. When they headed into the jungle, I wanted it to feel a bit like King Kong’s Skull Island or any jungle from any old movie serial. Before I started, I jotted down monsters I thought would fit this aesthetic...girallons, kamadans, vegepygmies, assassin vines, mantraps, giant spiders...I wanted a hostile environment where even the water and plants are trying to kill the party. This gave me a very firm idea of where to start when building stories and encounters.

I like to borrow from everywhere. I mentioned King Kong earlier, but I’m also borrowing influences from the Indiana Jones movies, Romancing the Stone, and Raya and the Last Dragon. There’s definitely some influence from older D&D modules, too, like the Isle of Dread from the original Expert Set and Tomb of Annihilation. I read through both and saw things I liked (such as the throat leeches from ToA) and incorporated them into my story. I can tell you that the players had a super visceral reaction when locals explained to them about throat leeches. It definitely established the tone of the area as being hostile and deadly.

Speaking of borrowing, sometimes, simply borrowing is not enough, and it’s time to steal. Reading published adventures, whether official or third party, can sometimes find you an excellent adventure you want to run. After this side campaign I’m running is done, it’ll be back to the main campaign to face the Tarrasque, but then we’re going to play The Wild Beyond the Witchlight, and I’m super excited! I also ran Waterdeep: Dragon Heist for a group a ways back, and I’ve run parts of Lost Mines of Phandelver for several groups. If you don’t want to just flat out run the adventure for your group, but you need something for them to do while you write your next masterpiece, steal a few encounters or a whole encounter area out of a module. Maybe you want to run the Cragmaw Hideout part of Phandelver, but you don’t want to deal with all the rest. That’s fine. Make it yours and run with it.

Sometimes inspiration comes from an unexpected source. I always say that there isn’t anything you can’t draw inspiration from for a game. Are you watching Top Chef? Let it inspire you! Maybe the PCs are hired by a famous chef to gather a roc’s egg for the ultimate omelette. Did you get inspired by your favorite CSI-type show? Borrow elements from that week’s case, give it a fantasy twist, and suddenly your players are wrapped up in a Murder Most Foul! You can steal names, situations, characters, and more. Just file off enough of the “serial numbers” and add your own elements. Your players never need to know...or tell them! It might be funny. Just wait until after the fact.

I hope this helps, dogs. There’s tons out there to draw inspiration from. Make sure you have solid footing, and you’ll put something great together. Until next week, Gentle Readers, may the dice fall ever in your favor.