#I should write a dnd session

[loyaldis]

Big Sis Mari to the rescue with Matcha KitKat

[six-improbable-things]

Compilation of the ways Rook has told his mentor that he literally fucking died:

and

[sleepydissonantwhispers]

Does anyone else have to switch mediums in order to write sometimes??

Sincerely, a person who just wrote for 2 hours on green post-its instead of my phone, laptop, or either of the 2 notebooks nearby

[landfilloftrash]

A Moment Before...

This had been… a very long week.

That was really all Enososin thought as she walked back down the Astronomy tower’s stairs, and let her thoughts wander. She held Rollo’s hammer under wings and cloak as she walked through the hallways leading back to the Saint’s chamber.

Three days upon the sea with the Navy after Father Dolmayan had asked her to take care of this mission; she hadn’t been fond of the idea, considering all of the superstitions about priests on board— that wasn’t even taking into account the ones about women on board. But when she was told about the fact that they were off to destroy Nassau by order of the King, and he had requested a Blood Cleric, she figured– out of everyone– that she probably wasn’t the worst pick in this situation. Three days upon the sea and helping Silver out, and convincing the Nassauean people that she truly meant no harm; she only wanted them all to survive.

A day or two after the Navy left, and then they set out upon the waves once more, this time on a five day mission to go help Davy Jones. At least, that was the official objective; with the discovery of the blood scrying cubes, and Sol finding one connected to Saint Rollo— and upon viewing, seeing the slaughter of Father Dolmayan, the one who had sent her out on that ship therein, Eno’s far more pressing objective was to get back to him.

Five days of meeting God and gods; from Hades and Charon, to Hermes and Poseidon. Of meeting Zeke and their childlike innocence and delight. Of helping Scylla with her poisonous bellyache. Of beating up two doppelgangers, one resembling herself and one of Lockwell. Of wondering what in God’s name was happening to the King? What was he tinkering with? What did it do besides “defend the country”? How did it do that? Why was the Order of Blood seemingly connected with that entire debacle, but not in the way they thought? Speaking of— When and why on Earth did the Order of Blood have a blood cube connected to Lockwell, and to Davy Jones himself?? How did they get one from Rollo? Or General Lobo? Hell— she even wondered how they’d gotten it from the King— who had provided all of them? Was there a spy amongst every single faction doing this?

Six days of wondering if Rollo was alright. Six days of wanting so desperately to look into the cube and simply check on him. But not wanting to invade his privacy. Upon landing on the shore of Kingston, that dearly familiar city now turned into a death trap for her new friends. Today had felt like a month had been squeezed into a few short hours. Setting out as covert as a priest could be, in this place; meeting Charon, the Ferryman. A conversation with him leaving her both fairly intrigued by the minor god, and the bubbling concern nigh almost overflowing at his serious words in regards to the Saint. Easily sliding into the trees of her youth, grown along with her, and finding Rollo. Pulling him back to her; her father– her dad. Making their way back to the Church, keeping him away from possible prying eyes. Talking to Saint Clemens, and then to Saint Celestine locked away in the Astronomy tower, searching the stars, and discovering that everything in the world was very quickly twisting into a horror story.

Saint Celestine could be wrong, of course, because like any mortal, even Saints could make mistakes— even if it were a tad bit more unlikely for that to occur— but first of all, she trusted the older Aasimar to understand the stars and their whispers far better than any normal mortal, and second of all, after seeing what she had seen through the blood cubes, she was far more inclined to believe her.

The Gods rotting however, was something that concerned her greatly; possibly not as much as the fact everyone else was rotting too, but it was still at the forefront of her mind after that conversation. Gods… were considered all-powerful (aside from limitations they had set by/for themselves like all creatures of divine nature) by most people, including herself. So hearing that… 

It would definitely explain why the Saints, the more divine/spiritually inclined of the mortal realm, were shifting and becoming as unbalanced as the spiritual world.

But those subjects were for Rollo and Celestine to discuss, seeing as she had asked Enososin to call him up, and she shook herself as she approached Rollo’s door. Her claws seemed to click far louder than they should in the silence.

Now, normally, it was rather quiet in this section of the building— seeing as they were sleeping chambers, as well as the fact most people that lived in the church were simply more quiet in their day to day— added with the fact that she had requested it by the sisters so he wouldn’t be disturbed? Dead quiet shouldn’t be unusal. But still, the noise from outside or around the building should at least permeate the air to make some sound, even involuntary.

But she heard nothing. A very distinct nothing. Her feathers started to raise in warning.

Steps much lighter, she cautiously gave a quiet little knock on Rollo’s door to see if he was just, in-fact, sleeping; she wouldn’t blame him if he were. He himself had said that he hadn’t really slept, and the couple of times she had checked on him in the span of their five day trip, she had only caught him resting once, uneasily, stress and sorrow written even into his sleeping features, and she had felt for him. During their confrontation, the deep exhausted circles and constant sleep deprived twitching as he talked bespoke of it just as much as his wild fervor and not realizing the state of himself did.

But any sort of thought process she had was shattered as there was a roar— only barely muffled by the wooden door— of words directed at her, crashing into each other in a near slurringly way that she could not understand, but the intent of them was extraordinarily clear; ‘Go away’. 

“Rollo,” she called quietly, startled as she was from her ponderous reverie, “it’s just me!”

“Go’way anyway!” Came the gruff response, not quite as loud but just as firm as the last declaration.

She leaned back from the door and blinked rapidly. The owlin was baffled. What on Earth had happened in the brief amount of time while she wandered, spoken to the dwarven Father, and visited Saint Celestine? 

“Why?” She called back, as thoughts raced through her mind; had she done something wrong? No, because there hadn’t been enough time between her leaving him to get cleaned up and coming back on Celestine’s request. And besides, he wasn’t like her where those few minutes could result in a broken arm or leg and a bloodied countenance— wait— oh gods above and below had someone attacked him? Panic now tinged her voice as she followed with— “What’s wrong?”

“I am not safe to be around,” came the bassy growl, “I do not think I can control this thirst for blood. It is not safe for you! Leave me be!”

Oh.

She leaned back on her clawed heels. Well then.

Enososin stood there, staring at the door, and debated his words. She respected Rollo far too much to not do so. 

He genuinely sounded pissed off, and she could count on one hand how many times that had happened. In fact, two of those fingers would be for today alone. But simply considering how he sounded, and the actions being taken at the moment, the fact of the matter was— he was pushing her away in some misguided attempt to protect her, possibly at the cost of his own comfort and health; that she absolutely could not stand. 

She sent a brief look to the ceiling’d heavens and whispered, “Forgive me Father, because I’m asserting my authority as his daughter by coming in anyways.”

She opened the door like a shield, just in case, because as much as she was concerned and curious, she was also cautious and heeded her father’s words. Eno had no idea why he had said what he’d said, but she had in fact taken them to heart. 

She simply had decided confirming her father’s safety was far more important than any sort of reprimand he could give her for it.

Peeking inside she promptly froze at the scene. Saint Rollo had always kept a very neat and respectable appearance; the scene before her was nigh beastial in comparison. He was on his hands and knees, with no shirt to be seen as it revealed a geometric designs curling and cutting around muscles that were definitely not just for show— those normally ‘red’ tattoos were now flecked with something dark and looking like it was poisoning him, and his back was deeply bowed in a near mimicry of prayer, as his wild, long untamed red hair nearly brushed the floor in the posture. 

Seeing his hair ruffled and in disarray at the shrine she could easily chalk up to pure mental exhaustion; seeing it completely unbraided was so unusual it made her balk for a moment in her observation. As a child, she could recall having seen it in this state a few times in her memory; braiding it herself with delight those times due to an injury of his— as an adult, however, never.

But the truly main thing that caught her attention, and shoved every single thing that contradicted what she knew was her father’s normal off to the side, was the fact that one of his hands was clawing so deeply into his shoulder that blood was falling freely and very very quickly. 

Eno rushed over in concern; his appearance change was radical, and her brain froze a moment before clicking back into gear, but that was considerably small potatoes to her compared to his very clear distress.

She slid to her knees nearly in front of him and gently pried his hand away from his poor shoulder with both hands before keeping one on his shoulder and the other rubbing circles into the offending appendage.

A gently colored light glittered below her hand as she murmured words for cure wounds to take effect on the damage Rollo had dealt himself, and she felt her soul’s tie connect to his as it began.

She nearly stopped concentrating from the shock to her system the difference between the time she’d connected to him last and now.

Eno had always connected to Rollo easier, in a magic sense as well as a social sense. The healers here were probably some of the only ones who had connected as often to her as Rollo had, and even then, it was sometimes both of them connecting to her. His magic was tightly woven and strong: as bright and warm as a pleasant summer day at noon, and often served as a beacon for her to locate him if she’d somehow ‘misplaced’ him— or more accurately, when she was younger, he had misplaced her. 

It was just as familiar to her as his smile.

This was the equivalent of getting ice water poured on her, as she took in the frayed, bloodied state of his soul. It didn’t stop her from healing him— in fact, it caused her to be more thorough than she originally might’ve. But— The words of both Charon and Saint Celestine rung like alarm bells in her mind as she took in his state, and dread crawled from the depths of her soul and twisted her innards into a Gordian knot.

Oh God.

She should be horrified. This was something she had years and years of experience of being connected to— the glowing braid of someone’s life, someone she dearly, dearly cared about, someone who had functioned as a beacon of warmth and light; that had been Rollo’s healing, lovingly teaching hand. So, so frayed and bloody and different and just—

Seemingly a Saint no longer in the eyes of the universe’s laws. She should take the fallen’s advice and leave him be, for he had already warned her that he wasn’t sure he could contain the bloodthirst. 

His own blood was now on his hands.

So it really didn’t surprise her that her first instinct was to clutch the implement causing his harm closer to her, bordering on protective. She looked at her father and felt nothing but pure loyalty. If God, the Father of them all, wanted to turn His back on he who had never turned his back on her, who had picked her up every time she’d stumbled, then they were going to have strong words later. She would stay by Rollo’s side as he weathered this storm he found himself in, and no God nor Devil could warp her mind into not doing so.

The gentle light of her healing magic brightened briefly with her conviction and turned the deep cuts into clean light greyish lines; soon to become dark grey again as the new skin healed. She eyed them critically before once again detaching herself from their connection and once more focused on Rollo himself, ‘green’ eyes blazing with.. something. 

“I cannot hear the voice of God; the light is gone.” He growled. The vibrations of his voice rumbled so deeply she could almost mistake the hurt and fear for pure anger. 

Her heart ached for her poor papa. 

Using her now free second hand to press his hand tighter in order to grab his scattered attention she murmured with fervor, “Then I shall just have to keep listening for the both of us, hm?”

He was silent, but the tightened grip upon her claws spoke for him. She relaxed a fragment at the squeeze. No matter the changes happening, this was still the man who raised her, and that fact alone soothed her. As long as she took these new things in stride and adapted with him, then she would make sure they both survived this; no matter how frightening it all was.

“I came by to tell you Saint Celestine is looking for you—” Rollo glanced up as she continued, “she has something to tell you, apparently. And if it’s anything like she told me, it’s not great.”

“What did she tell you?” He asked, quietly. 

“Well,” she sighed, like it was a silly little antic of a child she was about to divulge, “apparently the King swung by, who is apparently rotting by the way, along with the Gods. Everyone is rotting. And Fimbulwinter is coming, that too.”

He blinked. A brief moment before he seemed to come to a decision as they sat there, and slammed the ground with his free hand before standing up smoothly. Eno followed him up and released his hand as he seemed to fortify himself before her eyes. “We have wasted time, then. I will go speak to her.”

“Perhaps, you should grab a shirt before you go?” She suggested, a mite playfully, because as concerning as it was initially, it was a tad funny simply seeing her dad go around bare-chested for more than three seconds.

He seemed to consider it for a fraction of a second before he shook his great head. “No. I’ll be fine.”

She briefly remembered when she was younger, other people staring at her father in a way her childish mind didn’t recognize, but with the gift of adult hindsight, was with a very intense appreciation for his form. She sent a playful little prayer for strength for the people who were going to deal with him like this.

As a second question— a silent one this time— she offered his hammer to him; it wasn’t her trying to force it upon him, simply a question of ‘Do you feel comfortable carrying this now?’

He reached over and grasped it. He then shifted his position to hold it, and it once again caused her brain to break just a little; Rollo carried that hammer as a staff. A third leg, a part of him he respected not to use carelessly, and rarely wielded it like he was now— a tool. 

Both of them seemed to recognize this fact at once, and he held it out back to her. “You keep it,” he insisted. 

“Alright,” she conceded, taking the weapon back. It hummed in her grip as she once again held it like a staff, “Go, go. I’ll wait for you near the front.”

Rollo nodded and set off the way she came. 

Eno briefly eyed the picture sitting on his bedside, and wondered if she should take that with her. But no, that was Rollo’s. If he wished to bring it, then he’d do so— but in this brief moment, she took the time to look at it.

It was a day in time where she was no longer just a foundling of the church, but rather a youth amongst it. It might’ve even been the day that was officially announced— it was over a decade ago, so she wasn’t completely sure however. It was rather cute, though she couldn’t help but wince in amusement at how her feathers were still quite downy and that look of mischief not yet contained was perfectly captured in her eyes. Rollo himself seemed pleased and perfectly content with the little monster beside him, and if she squinted, she could see flowers stuck in his braid. The angle wasn’t the greatest for that, but she did definitely remember that aside from bringing dead mice and small birds like a cat, she did have a tendency to sneak little flowers into his braid when she could. Generally much lower, but sometimes she managed to get them closer to his shoulders, and this was clearly one of those times.

She could see why he’d kept it.

Sighing, she headed out of the room and closed it behind her— she didn’t think she’d need anything from her room (maybe grabbing a spare change of clothes wasn’t the worst idea, however)— and headed out towards the main sector of the Church.

She was barely a short jog away when something snagged her attention. 

There was screaming, she started running, and then she met Abaddon.

[quitefair]

dont talk to me, i'm shifting into corinth mode.......

[bayleaf-2]

Have a piece about doubts forming about Ioun's intentions and somehow also Lyra accidentally revealing the idea of saving her. (and their feelings if you squint)

Current word count: 869 Content warnings: Cursing, stuttering Additional stuff: Lyra uses any pronouns, Emily uses she/her, Khunoth uses he/him, Ioun uses she/her

(Under the cut because this is long)

Emily and Khunoth were clearly beating around the bush, not wanting to discuss this in depth with Lyra there.

"I-I could...Like, go back and just ask Ioun if she can hear us. The. If her telepathy range is that far." Lyra says.

They first look at Emily's glass sun, staring at the contraption now covering it. The framing was still there, so it didn't seem like Ioun had finished working on it. He wasn't sure how to feel about that. Lyra thinks they're supposed to feel relief, given what Ioun altering the glass sun...might mean. But...

They look away, pointedly ignoring the pit of dread in their stomach.

Lyra turns their gaze to Emily and Khunoth, trying to read their expressions. Emily looks pissed, which...makes sense. Ioun went behind her back about this, and the 2 of them were on thin ice as is, and- Lyra looks away again. Khunoth looks concerned, (she thinks, it's hard to tell) and deep in thought.

Khunoth locks eyes with Lyra, and for a moment they feel like he's seeing right through them, even though there's not really anything she’s hiding. He then turns to Emily. "Sounds good. Let us know." Lyra swears they see something else in his eyes. Like Emily and Khunoth know something they don't. As much as that bothers him, it makes sense.

"Right," Lyra mutters, and then turns around and walks through the portal.

Was that everything Lyra wanted to ask Ioun about?? Probably not. But they need to get back to Khunoth and Emily soon so he can tell them the answer to the question he came in here for.

Hm. There was "saving" Ioun or whatever they were calling it but no, that was super unlikely to-

He glances back over at Ioun, ears perking up as they pick up a sudden pause in her sentence. He gives her a moment, expecting her to take something back or change her wording.

What they don't expect is her head, currently only a giant floating eye, splitting in two. And then splitting again, and again, and again, until a full face of eyes is looking at them. For a moment, they don't know where to look, gaze flicking between individual eyes.

What is happening??

Then, Ioun's face goes completely empty, eyes gone, and features form into it. Why the hell was she doing that, what caused it-

"You would... save me?"

Fuck.

Immediately, her face feels warm and their hands fly up to cover it.

Fuckfuck fuck fuck fuck leave it to Lyra to forget about mind reading 2 MINUTES after bringing it up-

"alsjfhs I-I mean..kinda?? I. I didn't reallythinkitwould work, but-" (She wanted it to work!! Like really badly!!!! There was just too much to resolve or figure out, especially in the time they all had left, it was so infuriating!! Even if Emily and Ioun could suddenly make amends-)

"...That's very noble of you Lyra. I didn't realize you cared."

With that Lyra thinks he'll just die right here, actually! All these fucking. Battles against literal gods and nope, killed by words. Killed by their feel- No- Focus on something else-

They're searching Ioun’s face and yep, that's genuine surprise, and not the "What the fuck is wrong with you" kind. God they really hope they're not imagining that look of amusement or happiness or whatever the fuck it is. Yeah she's. She's done for oh gods.

"I-I, well..." Lyra really wasn't sure what to say. What are you supposed to say to that!!

Their mind races, scrambling to create some kind of answer. As usual, they only get fragments of sentences or feelings to go off of.

They could confirm that he cared, maybe??? Is that anything??

This wasn't getting her anywhere.

He takes a moment to try and get his thoughts in order. It's then that they notice that they curled in on themself reflexively. Funny how that works.

She readjusts into sitting at least somewhat normally. Their face still feels hot but god, whatever. He's obvious. It's fine. They need their hands to talk with at this point, so there’s no trying to hide it.

Hokay, too much at once. Deep breath.

They try to look back at Ioun at first, but end up using their eyes to emote instead, looking anywhere but her face. For some reason they couldn't hold eye contact right now. "I didn't- There’s too many variables to...Take into account, to fix, but I. I figured??” Hoo boy here’s the hard part. Their gaze goes down to their lap, where her hands are fidgeting with the fabric of her shirt. “You- If I was gonna try, I should like. Ask." Make sure you wanted it in the first place, they think, too flustered to say that last part out loud. Or convert it from thoughts into words. They look up from their hands at her. They wanna keep looking at Ioun's face to try to read her expressions but to be honest it was a gamble if they could hold it. He was sure if anybody else knew about this they would find it hilarious that he was still struggling to talk to her after all this time.

[confused-stars]

it's handed in! last assignment of the semester and the last thing i was properly anxious about!

[suddenrundown]

*sigh* i miss ridley

[lovevalley45]

#fictober23 day twenty-two

"Who takes care of you?"

original fiction (dungeons & dragons)

word count: 665

Having a goddess ask for his audience was something Darius would never get used to. Or former goddess, he supposed, considering Vallus’ lost divinity. 

He considered himself lucky to not bump into his fellow hero, Rhysani, roaming the castle as the guards escorted him to the queen’s quarters. Darius was certain the last time he’d stepped foot in here was for their wedding, something that he supposed complicated to the woman he considered his liege. 

As he approached Vallus, Queen Regent of Mytros and former goddess of wisdom, he still sank down to one knee. “Vallus. It is an honor to be in your presence.”

She rose from her chaise, gesturing for him to stand up. “There is no need for such formalities, Captain,” she said, a sly smile on her lips. Usually, he flinched at the title, but he could only beam in her praise. 

“So, why did you need to meet?” he asked. “Is it about the Dragonlord fortress? I’ve just been busy with the ‘everyone in Thylea looking for my guidance’ thing.” Darius felt like he didn’t need to tell her that he’d been all too happy to keep his feet on solid ground rather than sail the Ultros in the past few years. 

“No.” Vallus folded her hands together. “I understand you’re the city to meet with Ekoh.”

Darius nodded. “Yeah, the oread.”

She set a hand on his shoulder. Although she greatly outsized him in her dragon form, as a human she had to stretch to reach. “I’m aware of your… discomfort with the attention you’ve gotten since the battle of Mytros. And pursuing godhood is probably not exactly what you want. But please, take heed of her request. Not just for your fellow oathbearers, or my family seeking to get back their divinity.”

“What’ll happen if I don’t?”

Vallus grimaced. “There are some other beings out there trying to reclaim their divinity as well. Beings who should not get ahold of the artifacts needed.”

It was hard to deny Vallus. Not just because of her titles, former or current. Darius owed her - literally, if he thought about it. If it wasn’t for her, he’d be a rotting hunk of wood in a mithril mine, being a playtoy for a Cerberus.

“Alright.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Alright?” she repeated. 

“Yeah,” Darius said. “What, did you expect me to say no?”

“Well, I thought I’d have to remind you that you are my prodigy,” Vallus admitted. “If you said no or tried to refuse me, I would have had to ask, ‘Who takes care of you?’” She reached up to pat his cheek. “You still owe me for that second resurrection.”

He moved her hand with a grin. “Wow, alright.”

“But all that means is that I chose my prodigy correctly,” she continued. “You trust my judgement more than I do some days.”

Darius ran a thumb over the carvings on his bracers, not meeting her eyes. He knew that Vallus had been taking the loss of her divinity hard. How did it feel to have divine, infinite wisdom one moment and have it stripped away the next? He hoped he never had to find out. 

Vallus sighed. She sat back down on her chaise, smoothing out her robe. 

“I’ve heard about your work,” she said. “Despite your reluctance, you’ve taken on being a heroic figure quite well.”

He bounced on his heels. “I have a duty to the people of Thylea, right? I can’t let them down now.”

“That you do,” Vallus said with a nod. “And I suppose I shouldn’t keep you much longer from your duties.”

Darius bowed. “I should be glad to be your peer in divinity, Queen Vallus.”

“That’s also much too much,” she said. 

“Fine.” He stood back up. “See ya!”

“Good luck on your quest, Captain.”

Though he was trying to regain her divinity, he still felt the blessing her words carried settling over him as he left to embrace his destiny.

[napo-leo-art]

here's a random word generator--whatever word it gives you is now the thing you are the deity of

[maydaymadier]

feverishly writes session summaries to soothe the brainrot

[elodieunderglass]

You posted a while ago about Grant Howitt's RPG There But For The Geese of God, where the players are archangelic geese trying to shepherd Martin de Tours into sainthood by whatever means necessary; you might also be interested in

His RPG Everyone is Seagulls, where the players are a flock of 30 seagulls and you can only communicate by loudly yelling at each other what you want to do, and

Sean Bean Quest, which is a modification of his RPG Goblin Quest in which you play five Seans Bean (in series, not in parallel), trying to ensure that at least one of you survives until the end of the movie.

Thank you so so much for thinking of me. I am hanging this up in my house in a beautiful frame and adjusting it so that it’s beautiful. I am grateful for your friendship and good taste.

I should be honest though. I actually know fuckall about roleplaying games. Absolute black hole of knowledge actually. People kindly and generously sent me the goose one because it’s highly elodie-coded (and you can see why! It’s elodie reblog bait!) and I admired and reblogged accordingly in complete support of the vision. No further thoughts or opinions. HEAD EMPTY. “Haha sounds great!” I say, instantly filing it where I put the isogenic cryptography I had to learn about against my will for work and which I refused to retain in any meaningful way. My brain has simply left the building to pick flowers. “I would enjoy that it’s right up my alley,” I say, eating the bottoms of the grass blades vacantly.

I have exactly three experiences of tabletop roleplaying games ever in my life and i should write a post about them but

- single session of dnd with older guys when I was a teenager

- shepherding children through an interactive storybook in which Bug, 4, simply kept assassinating their older sibling (they were not supposed to be able to do this??)

- playing a small amount of gloomhaven: jaws of the lion, in which I became distracted by hating the whole concept of unpainted ugly gaming miniatures so much that I made my own and then. Wandered off. Apparently forever

Anyway even if it’s wasted on me these are delightful and I’m happy to admire them conceptually and share them and hang them on the wall

[stardewremixed]

We need better marriage candidate advantages! Gifts, dinners, and occasional chores on the farm are nice, but....

Shane - starts taking care of the chickens and you get more eggs (double or triple from one chicken) or an extra chicken every year. Plus discounts at Marnie's. Oh and give me a room for Jas on the farm!!! Also he starts working at Pierre's after Joja closes and leads weekly AA meetings at the community center. Marnie also visits occasionally and brings gifts. Wanders into the forest sometimes and brings back forage.

Abigail - discounts at Pierre's, shopping on Wednesdays, and she goes adventuring with you in the mines (for some rare drops). Discounts at the Adventurer's Guild after she becomes a full-fledged member. Her parents visit on the farm and you get occasional gifts from them. Breaks up rocks on the farm (actual rocks in your inventory and occsisonal geodes).

Harvey - discounts at the clinic for the amount of times you're injured in the mines and he is the one who finds you and carries you home so you don't lose any items. Weekly energy tonics. And sometimes he plays jazz (Unlocks new music). Discounts at the bookseller (1.6) because he befriends the hot air balloon operator. And the man gets over his fear of heights and gets his chopper license. Can take you to Ginger Island for free.

Maru - weekly energy tonics since she works in the Clinic (yes, she should keep her job) and battery packs, plus her dad visits the farm cave and you get better drops in there. Robin visits too and says things like "oh, I saw such and such needed upgraded or repaired, so I did it. " Seb visits and might bring a gift. She also creates a working robot that can automate some farm chores at random. Joins the aerobics class at Caroline's.

Sebastian - discounts from Robin for upgrades and her shop, he occasionally goes adventuring with you in the quarry (for rare drops), and brings in a side income from his incredibly popular indie computer game. Brings gifts from his trips to Zuzu City. Hosts weekly jam sessions with Abigail and Sam on the farm. Organizes DnD game night at the community center - friendly to beginner's.

Leah - chops wood for you (actual wood in your inventory), crafts beautiful decor for your farm, and brings you delicious forage from the forest. Brings in a small income from her artistry. And she would also adventure with you in the secret woods (rare drops and better protection). Might buy you a drink or salad at the Saloon on occasion. Would absolutely dance with you at the Stardrop on Friday nights if you asked her.

Alex - Builds a ramp for George and then his grandparents occasionally visit the farm, bearing gifts. He chops wood and breaks up stone on the farm (actual wood/stone in your inventory). And let's start a food truck. Sells at his stand year round (and more than just ice cream), bringing in a small monthly income. He would be an excellent ally also on difficult adventuring levels (preventing you from getting surrounded). If you do go down, he's carrying you home so that you don't lose any items. Runs bingo at community center for the older townies (including his grandparents). Finally fixed the damn leak in Evelyn's roof.

Elliott - let's upgrade his beach cabin for a vacation getaway! He brings you home from the library with all sorts of useful knowledge. The man brings in an income selling his stories and poetry. Establishes a regular reading event at the library. Teaches writing classes at the Community Center. Discounts at Willy's (Willy is Elliott's great uncle in my headcanon). He would occasionally adventure with you on Ginger Island. Oh and I think you'd adopt Leo together and build a little treehouse on the farm.

Sam - income from Joja (or the movie theater), builds a skate park for the kids on town (a new post marriage heart event), and travels occasionally with his band (bringing in a sporadic income). Oh and he writes new songs for the jukebox at the Saloon. (Unlocks new music). Probably plays for the locals on Friday nights. Vincent would come stay with you on the farm, on occasion, so he would have a room. Plus Jodi would bring you dinners on Sundays. Kent would send you regular gifts in the mail. Also unlimited free games at the arcade (Sam's always buying).

Haley - has a photography show (like Leah does with her art) and decorates your farmhouse with occasional prints (new decor), plus an income from selling her services as a photographer. I like to think she works with Seb on the town website and adds her images. Brings gifts from her trips to Zuzu City. Scythes grass on occasion on the farm (actual grass and sometimes mixed seeds in your inventory). Would plant flowers in a farm garden with Evelyn. Emily would visit and bring gifts.

Emily - discounts at the Saloon, a small weekly stipend, and sells her clothes online, plus you get to join the weekly aerobics class at Caroline's with her (and if you have high hearts with Clint, you get discounts at the blacksmith too). Sometimes misc clothing, shoe, hat, and ring upgrades show up in your inventory. Haley would visit and bring gifts.

Penny - special events at the community center (she helps establish family-friendly activities and the community center is more active). She goes back to school for her official license and brings in a small income from teaching. Discounts on bus rides thanks to her mom, or cheaper bus repair if you aren't done yet. Better rewards at the library/museum when you donate items because of her friendship with Gunther. And she creates a playroom at the farm for Jas and Vincent (and your kids, of course). Pam might visit on occasion and bring gifts (and like Shane, Pam would attend the weekly AA meetings).

Okay... confession time... who are you marrying based on the above advantages?

[lillie98]

You Can’t Be What You Can’t See.

Positive, authentic representation means the difference between feeling like an alien in your community and discovering your identity. I’ve been on this journey for the last four years. Diving into media, my past, and other autistic creators to put together some semblance of what it means to be me. A large piece of that puzzle snapped together last year after watching Stranger Things Season 4, specifically the Painting Scene. I could not wrap my head around why Mike didn’t take the time to comfort Will as he cried or why he didn’t seem to understand Will was talking about himself. I thought back on his whole characterization and what I would have done in that situation, and the lightbulb dinged: Mike is autistic…just like me.

It was an overwhelming moment of joy, understanding, and identity that not only did we share the same diagnosis, we practically share the same brain. Since then Autistic Mike has taken over my mind and taught me more about myself than any doctor. I’ve explored him through my writing and used his (eventual) relationship with Will as something to aspire to, that maybe someday my Will will come for me. Someone to accept, love, and understand every part of me. It is incredibly healing and life-giving and I’m so thankful for everyone involved in creating such a beautiful story. When Bhavna announced she had opened commissions for her art, I knew I had to have this turning point in my life memorialized. We worked together for about a month to come up with this piece and I could not be happier. I sobbed when I saw the preliminary sketch—I finally felt seen.

All that to say, never be embarrassed about something you love. There is someone out there who needs to see it’s okay to exist. Please enjoy Mike’s latest DnD info-dumping session while his boyfriend, Will, looks on. It’s late, they should be in bed, but Mike can’t stop and Will’s too infatuated with Mike’s happiness to make him. The world is a little too loud, so Mike donned his headphones, and Will loves the way they relax Mike and allow him to process the world a little easier. Thank you, Bhavna. Happy Stranger Things Day. ❤️

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Don’t Distract Me // Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie had promised he would meet you after DnD to study for the upcoming exams but when he leaves you waiting in the rain, what will he do to make it up to you?

A/N: I just had to write for Eddie again, ok? My obsession will never die.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, oral (f receiving), sexual distractions, rough sex, teasing, creampie, pet names, praise kink, multiple orgasms, multiple sex positions, edging, Eddie likes to play games (yes this is a warning lol)

Words: 4.1k

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Eddie had promised that the two of you could study, with emphasis on the study and not trying to spend his time distracting you with his skilful fingers. This particular example was how most of the study sessions had ended, with neither of you wearing clothes and textbooks forgotten about in your bag. Today, however, you had made him promise that it was strictly studying you’d both be doing and nothing more, especially with the stress of exams over the next couple of weeks.

He thankfully agreed without any teasing or suggestive comments. “It’s DnD tonight but I could always meet you at my place at 8? I should be back by then and you can tell me all about Janet Austen or whoever it is”.

“It’s Jane Austen and you know it”, you replied whilst rolling your eyes as he grinned before kissing your cheek.

So here you were, bag bouncing from your shoulder as you trekked through the woods surrounding the trailer park where Eddie lived. Glancing to the sky, you were weary of the darkening clouds and thunder rumbling in the distance, hoping that you could get to his before the impending storm arrived.

You were not in luck though as not even 5 minutes had passed before the heavens opened and rain soaked you to the bone. Even worse was that ignorance had meant that you’d not worn a coat so by the time you could see Eddie’s trailer, your teeth were chattering as you shivered uncontrollably.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. SHIT! Please be home, please be home”, you chanted to yourself, noticing that Eddie’s van wasn’t there and neither was his Uncles. Racing across the last few steps to the trailer's front porch, you banged loudly against the metal door. “Eddie? Mr Munson, are you there?”

Droplets of rain were continuing to pour over your body as the direction of wind was blowing in your direction so even under the safety of the porch, you were still being drenched. You shouted in anger, slamming the door one more time as no one answered, dropping your school bag onto the floor and wrapping your arms around yourself to try and keep somewhat warm.

“Hurry up Eddie”, you whispered to yourself, glancing to the other trailers, specifically Max’s and see if there was anyone home but all lights were off. You thought about going home but that meant walking another 15 minutes in the rain and you’d hope that Eddie would have been back by then, especially as it was now definitely past 8 o’clock. Turning back towards Eddie’s home, you began to wander around the trailer, praying that there was an open window as the thunder continued to crash in the sky and the pattering of rain against the outside of the trailer.

You gasped in relief as you walked around the back of the home, seeing Eddie’s bedroom window was open, something you always told him not to do in case of thieves but for once, you were glad he didn’t listen. Due to the window being high than anticipated and Eddie’s music memorabilia on the inside of the window, it was awkward to try and climb in. You were silently thankful that there was no one around to see you try and break into the home as well, not needing to deal with the police right now.

Once inside, you sighed in relief, rushing to the bathroom and finding a clean towel and drying your face before returning to Eddie’s bedroom. There you began to strip off your soaked clothing, discarding it on the floor to clean up in a second but needing to be dry, continuing to rub the towel across your now nude body.

Eddie’s foot was pressing firmly against the drive pedal of his van, eyes widely glancing at his watch whilst sucking desperately on his smoke to try and calm his nerves. He was late. More than late and as the rain continued to pour, he knew you were probably drenched and cold and he’d been panicking the entire drive home. As his home was finally in view, his instant relief quickly turned to worry once more as he couldn’t see you. Parking the car and jumping out, he noticed that your bag was lying on the floor by the porch door.

Assuming you had used that door to get in, he unlocked the front door and entered the living room, noticing the light in his bedroom was on. “Sweetheart?”, he shouted out, dropping your wet bag onto the floor and walking towards his room.

You’d been drying your legs when you could suddenly hear Eddie’s metal music blaring from his van as he pulled up. Freezing on the spot, you looked down at your completely naked body and panicked. For some reason unbeknown to you, you decided rather than quickly shout that you were getting changed, you jumped into his bed, pulling his sheet up to your chin just as he walked through the front door.

“Sweetheart? Sorry, I’m late, I had to drop Henderson home”, he trailed off as he swung on the door frame into the room, expecting you anywhere but in his bed.

“Um, I can explain”, your face warmed as you held the sheet tightly against your chin, eyes wide at being caught.

Eddie fully stepped into the room, his mouth opening and closing as his brown puppy-dog eyes flicked over your sheet-covered body. “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I think I will just enjoy it for a moment”, his tone sounded like he was in awe, even though he couldn’t see your naked body and had seen it many times before.

Rolling your eyes at him, you held the sheet tighter to try and keep the chill-out, deciding to replace your embarrassment by turning the attention back onto him. “You’re late Eddie! You were supposed to be here half an hour ago but instead, you left me waiting in the rain for you!”.

You tried to keep your voice stern but it didn’t seem like Eddie was listening as he shrugged off his leather jacket, revealing his hellfire shirt from DnD night and kicked off his sneakers. Your heart began to pound as he slowly stepped forward, his eyes never leaving yours for a second as he began to crawl up the bed, over your body until his face hovered over yours. Eddie’s soft hair shadowed his face and tickled your cheeks as you could just make out the perfect smirk that revealed his cheek dimples.

“You aren’t listening to me”, you say accusingly, still not moving from your defensive stance with the sheet. “Eddie you’re lucky I didn’t kick your precious guitar climbing through your window!”

This seemed to finally snap him out of his lustful gaze as his eyebrows furrowed. “Window? Didn’t you use the key?”

“What key?”

Eddie’s confusion continued as he explained, “The key that I told you about last week that’s under the seat on the porch.

Your mouth dropped open in shock, “you didn’t tell me about that!”

Once again, it seemed that Eddie had returned to not listening to you, already distracted by the exposed skin of your neck as he bent his elbows slightly, dropping down to nuzzle his entire face into it. He began by rubbing his nose against it, smelling your natural body scent that he loved so much but then decided he needed to taste it. His lips gently pecked against the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder before his sharp teeth teased the area with little nips before licking the stinging area. “Didn’t I?” Eddie asked against your throat, sounding the least bit interested in the conversation as he continued to distract you from your annoyance.

Your eyes had closed as soon as you’d felt his lips but feeling the vibrations of his voice against your body, you tried to snap out of it. Releasing the sheet and letting it settle over your shoulders, you pushed on both of his shoulders. “Eddie, you left me outside, freezing to death, even my underwear were soaked-”. You were cut off from your rant by his lips crashing into yours.

Your eyes closed instantly on instinct, your body melting into the touch, all tension easing from your muscles. A moan formed at the back of your throat as his mouth moved against yours, his hair tickling your forehead and cheeks as you kissed him back just as desperately.

As Eddie’s tongue stroked across your lips, teasing for access, your hands moved from his shoulders into his hair, pulling so he moved closer, nose squishing into your cheek. It was always this easy to distract you and Eddie damn well knew it. Almost as if you were addicted to him, the way his body felt against yours, the smell of cheap aftershave and cigarette, the taste from his tongue as it danced with yours.

Your conscious whispered that you were weak for falling for him so quickly, he’d left you outside in the rain and you both really should study.

So, with great difficulty, you tugged back his hair, forcing his face away from yours, the two of you desperately breathing heavily as he looked at you through half-lidded eyes.

“Eddie, we really need to study-”. You were trying to talk some sense into the both of you but he was quick to lower his head to your neck, sucking on your pulse point that instantly had your back arching, your chest rubbing against his with the sheet just about managing to cover you.

As thunder continued to rumble outside, you once again attempted to put some space between you both as you grabbed his face, squishing his cheeks between your index finger and thumb and forcing him to look at you again. You were both continuing to catch your breath. “We need to study Munson”. For a split second, your eyes dropped from his beautiful orbs to his full lips, seeing them form into a smirk as he saw what caught your attention.

“Do we?” he asked, his voice low and mocking. His eyes were gleaming in the low bedroom light as he once again grinned so broadly that his dimples deepened. Even though he was so incredibly handsome at that moment, it also put you on edge knowing he was up to something. “Better get to it then”, he announced as he began to crawl backwards off of the bed.

To be truthful, you were disappointed that he’d given up so easily to study. Already you missed the warmth that had caged you into the bed, feeling his head through the sheet. But then Eddie did something you weren’t expecting as he lifted the bottom of the sheet that was by your feet and slide underneath it.

Sitting up quickly on your elbows, you explained, “Eddie! What are you doing?”

“What?”, Eddie responded in an innocent tone as his entire body disappeared beneath the sheet. You could feel him crawling up your legs, his clothing brushing against your bare skin and your core tightened and clenched as his big, rough hands gripped onto your thighs. Easily, he pushed them back, until your knees were nearing your chest and you did absolutely nothing to stop him. Seeing the outline of him drop in height as he settled on his stomach, his warm breath fanning across your already-soaked cunt. As Eddie’s hands squeezed on your legs, keeping them in position, he casually remarked, “I’m studying your anatomy”.

Eddie placed a single kiss on your pussy lips, and you could feel him smile against them as he could feel your juices already dripping there. You gasped at the sensation, tempted to lift up the barrier stopping you from watching but not being able to see him added to the tension.

Your arms weren’t able to support your weight anymore, collapsing back onto the mattress as Eddie’s tongue licked a single strip the length of your core, tasting you properly before pushing more firmly until he was teasing your clit. “Eddie!” you gasp, hand automatically reaching down and holding onto the lump in the sheet that was his head. Your hips moved in time with his tongue, back arching, toes curling and a steady stream of moans escaping your mouth as he pushed his tongue into your hole, twisting and turning.

It was one of the many things that Eddie prided himself in eating you out. You always joked that it was because he liked to talk so much that he was good at it but either way, you both could spend all day in this position if given the chance.

Eddie released your legs, but only so he could spread you open, giving his mouth better access to your clit. He pointed his tongue, flicking it across the sensitive nub before sucking it into his mouth and shaking his head. The stimulation had your moans increasing in volume, your cunt clenching around nothing, and your body incredibly warm with pleasure.

He moved between teasing your clit and filling your hole with his tongue, on occasions his hand would reach further up your body to tweak a nipple. It took almost no time at all before your tone turned into a more desperate one. “Eddie, baby, please don’t stop”.

Sometimes he liked to tease you, edging your orgasm until you were near to tears with need but thankfully today he didn’t stop and you came with a gush of juices for him to greedily drink down.

Your cunt was humming and throbbing from orgasming as Eddie sat up, pulling the sheet from off of both of you and away to the side. He grinned down from you, sweat coating his forehead causing his hair to stick to it but it didn’t seem to both him as he took in the beautiful sight before him.

Before you could reach for him, he was already standing off of the bed, “so what were you saying? Studying?” he casually continued the conversation from earlier.

“Huh?” you asked, hardly listening as you continued to come down from the high, eyes following him move around his bedroom as he looked for something.

Dropping to his knees, Eddie reached under the bed, rooting around for something until shouting, “Ah ha! Found it!” Triumphantly, he held up your literature textbook, showing you what he’d found before he stood, flicking through the pages before finding the chapter you were both supposed to be on. “Read it to me”, he instructed.

“What?” you ask, finally snapping out of the haze you were in, sitting up further onto your elbows to look at him better.

Eddie was grinning mischievously, effortlessly pulling his shirt over his head, revealing the tats on his arms and chest and the guitar pick necklace. “I said”, he continued, “read it to me”. Without waiting for a response, Eddie gripped one of your legs, tugging it over the other, turning your body until you were on your hands and knees. Then, he placed the textbook on the bed in front of you, still open on the relevant chapter.

You gaped at the textbook with a frown, “Do you really think I’m going to be able to read right now?”. Glancing over your shoulder, you watched as Eddie hastily kicked off his shoes, pants and boxers until he was completely nude, his cock throbbing in the air.

“You want to study, so let’s study”, he explains nonchalantly as he kneels on the bed, hands resting on your hips as he nods towards the textbook expectantly. “Continue on Sweetheart, I’m not touching you any further until you tell me about good ol’ Jane Austen.”

Your mouth dropped open to argue that you were going to do no such thing but he quickly cut off any forming words by thrusting his hips against yours. Even though he didn’t penetrate, feeling the slap of his body against yours,you gasped, attempting to roll your hips back against his but the grip on your hips tightened so that you couldn’t move.

“Eugh Fine!” you exclaim, pointing a finger towards the first sentence and began reading from the page. “The conflict between emotions and social imperatives in Austen’s novels- FUCK!” Your head dropped onto the book as Eddie’s cock breached your eagerly awaiting hole, stretching and filling, your cunt pulsing at the welcomed intrusion. However, you cursed again as he abruptly stopped, squeezing your hips in a warning.

“Continue on”, he instructed.

“Eddie, this feels somewhat disrespectful to the authors I’m talking about whilst we do this”, you say unsteadily, only half full of cock and already feeling desperate.

“Well… let’s just hope they aren’t listening in at the moment from wherever they’re resting. Now, please continue on Sweetheart”.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, you lifted your head again, finger remaining on the line you were about to read and continued on. “Are symptomatic of a time when people were be-com-ing-”. It was difficult to continue as Eddie pushed his cock further into your cunt. You almost had to force your eyes to remain open to continue reading, your tongue feeling as heavy as lead with Eddie’s distracting movements.

As he fully inserted, you continued to read even though it took more concentration than you cared to admit. Especially as Eddie stroked a hand idly down your naked spine, causing you to shiver and pussy to clench harder around him, body heating further with need. Beginning to rock his hips, a few inches retracting out before being pushed in, you could feel every nerve in your cunt being stroked by his cock.

Eddie leaned further over your back so that he was kissing your bare shoulder. “Austen and other writers of her time were sometimes aware of the rather brittle state of their society”.

“Mmm. Well, nothing has changed there, has it?” he whispered against the shell of your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe. You pause at his words, actually surprised that he was actually listening to you.

For some reason, this made your cunt clench hard around him in arousal; the sensation caused him to deeply groan and drop his forehead against your shoulder. “Please keep going, Princess”, he pleaded, kneeling back to his full height, hands still on your hips, helping to keep you still so he had full control of the thrusts.

You needed him just as much as he needed you so instantly began to continue reading the literature textbook out loud for the two of you. As soon as you finished the first word, his hips were snapping against yours with firmer strokes. If he wasn’t holding onto your hips, you were sure to have landed face-first onto the bed.

Even though it was difficult to both talk and moan at the same time, you continued with a slight stutter to every other word, or simply missing the word completely to groan in pleasure. Trying to concentrate on talking and having Eddie fucking you was so confusing for your brain to process that it only meant that it was turning you on more as the overwhelming sensation to orgasm barrelled into your core.

Eddie sensed this and slowed down to a near standstill with his thrusts. You could almost hear his smirk as he teased, “Slowly baby, I’m not going anywhere. There’s still plenty of the chapter left before either of us is cumming”.

This seemed to set off alarm bells in your head, no way were you waiting until the end of the chapter to orgasm, there were still pages left. “Fuck this!” you shouted whilst slamming close the textbook and pushing it away from you across the bed.

“Hey Sweetheart, we weren’t done. I thought you wanted to study?” Eddie continues to mock, and you quickly realised that this was his plan. To get you as riled up as possible that you snapped and you were definitely at snapping point.

Crawling forward, Eddie’s cock slipped out of you as you turned to look at him, eyes full of lust and want. “Shut up ok? You fucking win Eddie”.

You half tackled him, planning to have just pushed him down onto the bed but you were so desperate for him that you both ended up tumbling onto the floor. This didn’t stop either of you, even though he was now laying on top of the cold, wet clothes you’d discarded earlier, as you straddled his hips, hands pushing down on his chest to keep him in place. You were only satisfied and released a happy sigh as you sat down on his cock, feeling that full sensation once more.

Eddie’s eyes looked almost black with how heated with lust he felt, his tongue swiping out to lick his bottom lip, hands hovering over your hips, watching the beautiful sight of you taking control for a moment.

Your ache and desperation to fuck him was one of his favourite sights and it was only on the rare occasion that he’d actually been able to rile you up this much. With rigorous actions, you began to ride his cock, hard and fast, hips slamming down onto his, feeling his tip colliding with your cervix with each movement. Eventually, you needed to feel more of him and leaned down, cupping his cheeks and kissing him passionately. Both of you moan into the messy kiss, tongue and teeth mixing together to assert dominance that he quickly won, his hands resting on the back of your head as his hips fucked in time with yours, meeting halfway.

Tugging your bottom lip away from your face with his teeth and then letting it snap back again, gave Eddie the opportunity to shout, “fuck, that feels so fucking good Princess”. You absolutely loved hearing Eddie praising you loudly, not caring who heard from the open window. Sitting back up, you stared down at him for a second before tipping your head back, arching your back and angling your hips slightly forward so his cock was thrusting into your g-spot repeatedly. Also in this position, it exposed your breasts further to him so without any hesitation, he sat up with an arm around your waist and sucked each of your nipples in turn, his tongue flat against the nubs before he teased with his teeth.

Your fingers stroked through his hair and then gripped a handful, holding him close to your chest, enjoying the little sparks of pain from his teeth mixed with the almost blinding pleasure in your cunt.

Eddie could hear your tone change, your grip tightening in both his hair and around his cock and he knew you were close but this time he wanted you to cum, he needed it in fact as he was close himself.

Releasing your nipple with a pop, he pleaded, “That’s it Sweetheart, cum for me, I know you’re close, I want you to cum, You’ve been so good for me”.

The praises were always said at the exact moment that you needed to hear them, your pussy clenching in response which only encouraged Eddie to fuck you harder.

“Fu-Fuck, Eddie feels so good!” Your head was still tipped back but your grip in his hair didn’t loosen as you came hard. Your walls clenched repeatedly around his hard length and it only took two more thrusts as he found his own orgasm, his cum coating your cunt, seeping out of the edges and dripping into his lap.

The two of you held onto one another, grips finally loosening as you both tried to catch your breaths, enjoying the after-sex glow.

Eddie moves first but it’s only to lay sweet kisses across your collarbones, moving further up, across your neck, jaw, cheek and then lips, mumbling against them, “Sorry for being late”.

You huff a laugh, stroking a finger against his cheek, moving a few strands of hair away so that you could see him more. “That’s ok, you’ve more than made it up to me”.

He smiled softly, kissing you gently once more before shivering as a gust of wind blew through the open window. “So, back to studying?” he joked as you rolled your eyes.

“Absolutely not, I’m starving”, you responded as your stomach made a rumbling sound that rivalled the thunder outside. 

“As my girl wishes”, he jokes whilst helping you both to untangle and stand, it takes an extra minute for you to get your bearings with your wobbly knees but then quickly rushed to the bathroom as cum dripped down your thighs. Eddie smirked at the sight, moving to his chest of draws to find some clothes for you both to wear and then clearing up the mess that had been made in his room, placing the wet clothes into his laundry basket and then finally placed the textbook back under his bed for another time.

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[fantasy/horror webcomic written by @jonesylium, illustrated by me]

Inspired by our dnd campaign, the comic follows the events that brought a group of unfortunate characters together, in a city ruled by factions and tall towers, scarred by night runners and obscure legends.

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Serious business aside...if you ever wondered what's going on in my art or who are the characters I keep drawing without providing any context - you're going to find out (some) more!

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This is our first experience in the field, as it's the first comic (of more of 3 pages) we've worked on together,,, We just really wanted to make a media with our characters, and while we know it's a wonky attempt, the dnd urge to share blorbos is strong--

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☆ When are we getting new pages?

On every Thursday, at Midnight (Central European Time).

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I'll be updating the tw list on here as the comic proceeds.

First chapter: blood, death, scars, burns, gang violence.

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You can send asks to me, @jonesylium or @pettirossiofficial! I'll do my best to reply any question concerning the comic but it'll may take some time in case I need to doodle something or need to wander the woods for 3 days to think about a good reply idk

☆ Who does what????

@jonesylium: writing and lettering (typos)

me: sketching, inking, coloring, crying

☆ Who are the characters???

Andrea [he/him]

Mars [he/him]

Misericordia [they/she]

the Twins (coming soon) [he and she]

Quarzaldo (best name btw) [he/him]

Solvi [she/her]

Toloc [he/him]

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It's a pun about petti-rossi translating to red chests (red=rossi, chests=petti) and the italian name for robin (the bird!!!). We needed a gang name that sounded bloody and cool but not edgy.....

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I either forgor OR your ask had a compliment in it and I'm safekeeping it in my askbox so that I have something nice to look at when I get sad

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