#and then watch uprooted. with bitsy. who is so…bitsy.

[luna-the-cretar]

Yknow what? I appreciate Derek for making Bitsy dumb as rocks, EXCEPT whenever it comes to ingredients and their properties (like the diazepam—she knew they wanted to knock people out, and she knew what to get to accomplish that goal), which makes sense being an herbalist and all

Also, i especially appreciate Derek for making Bitsy a fucking monk. Because you see her herbalist tag and initially think “oh, maybe a cleric or a Druid”, and then see that she’s actually a fucking monk, and is absolutely fucking terrifying in combat, and i LOVE IT. Especially since the rest of the party is like “oh, well we might as well take her with us, since she might die out there in the woods”, meanwhile Bitsy probably would’ve thrown whatever predator or whatever (are there predators in the Dimwood? Sure, the critters eat bug meat, but what about larger animals that aren’t technically sentient? Unless they’re all sentient? Anyway) into the next forest over, Mario 64 style

[dark-twist-fairytales]

Okay, I really want to watch CoS, just genuinely want to try and get through it.

Can someone please, please tell me if there's any important information in the dinner scene in chapter 16 and where it ends? I can't struggle through it anymore, but goddammit I want to watch them finish the story.

[dekujin]

Currently for LOA campaigns I'm listening to I'm at episode 15 of Once Upon A Witchlight, episode 2 of Uprooted season 1 (I'm all caught up on season 2 from live watching), and I'm still on episode 9 of Stardust Rhapsody cause I'm afraid of the spoilers I've seen and I don't wanna see the space clown get hurt. 🥺🧡🤡

Favorite main characters so far is hard cause I like the main cast of OUAW equally (as expected OUAW Chuckles is the non main fav), I love Bitsy from Uprooted, and of course Chuckles for SR who is my absolute LOA favorite that got me even interested in DND at all.

[cheeri0-queeri0]

my two first loves (wlw version)

Chapter 2:

Emma couldn’t sleep, thoughts racing, completing their track then passing the baton to imaginations and worries and - and - and -

Her dad calls her down to breakfast an agonizing eternity later. Emma rolls out of bed, combing her fingers through her hair and sloooowly changing into the outfit she’d laid out yesterday.

Stylistically ripped skinny jeans and a crop top to show off the almost abs she’d gotten over a long summer of little to do but run and while away the time. And thrown over the top a plaid flannel, because, well. It’s as close to rainbow as she’s comfortable with. 

...She’s got a long way to go.

Mackenzie’s eyes widen as Emma comes down the stairs. “Damn, sis. Didn’t think you had it in you.” Her grin makes Emma stand taller, tentative pride unfurling in her chest. It means something, since she’s the avant garde one of the two of them, pushing boundaries. Today’s no different - her sister wears a nearly skin-tight turtleneck.

Her dad is less than thrilled, however. “You have got to be kidding me.” He pushes his glasses up so he can pinch the bridge of his nose. “Go change. Now.”

“But Dad… it’s the first day of school…” Her shoulders slump.

“It’s a big day, I know. Obviously you let your excitement cloud your normal judgement. Now, go.”

He’s unrelenting. Whatever hope Emma has had, she can feel it being squeezed by his iron fist.

Noticing her hesitance, his brows furrow. “Do you have something to add?”

It’s useless. It always has been. An entire summer uprooted from her friends, her life, despite her and Mack’s protests just proves it.

She sighs. “Yes, sir,” she replies before trudging back up to her room.

She looks at herself in her full length mirror. The outfit looks good, dammit. Unlike her usual father-approved, sexless clothes.

Something that just maybe a certain someone would notice.

Emma feels a hot flush creep up her neck at the thought of her best friend. 

“It doesn’t matter,” she mutters darkly, changing into a t-shirt and formless jeans. “She’s straight, anyway, what’s the point?”

A throat clears behind her. Emma’s heart stalls, then reverberates in her chest like some unholy hammer of god.

Mackenzie stares at her, something indecipherable in her eyes before her expression smoothes. 

“Mack! A- a little warning, next time!” That flush? Now full-on taking over her face.

Her sister raises her hands in surrender. “Sorry, dude, just… wanted to come check on you.” She frowns. “That was kinda painful to watch down there.”

Emma screws her eyes shut and exhales a sharp breath. “Yeah, well. That’s Dad for you. I just...” she trails off, frustrated.

Mackenzie wanders over to her bed, gently picking up the top she’d discarded.

“I’d cover for you, if you’d rather not look like you’re heading to a library bake sale in those mom jeans?” She offers, laying the top back down and crossing her arms as she turns back around.

“You - really?”

Mackenzie smirks. “Sure. I’m eager to see where this rebellious streak goes, as the lonely little family black sheep. Let’s go early and you can change in the locker room, he won’t hear a peep from me.”

They head back down. Her dad looks up and gives Emma an approving nod.

“Much better.” 

Her sister elbows her in the side, and Emma just barely manages to conjure up a crestfallen pout.

Milk and cereal - the healthy fiber-and-no-other-taste flakes her dad insists on - are already on the kitchen table. Emma opts for fruit instead, grabbing a red delicious out of the bowl on the granite countertop and taking a bite. 

Her dad’s pager goes off, nearly startling her into dropping the apple. He scrambles for it, reading it quickly, mouth falling open.

“Emergency appendectomy. They need me there ASAP.” He looks up, brown eyes pleading. “Emma, can you-”

Emma smiles placatingly. “Don’t worry, Mack and I already have rides, I figured - ”

Her dad is already moving, keys jingling in his grip, expression miles away. He doesn’t even say anything as he jogs out the door.

“Yeesh.” Mackenzie rolls her eyes. “But hey, at least I won’t have to cover for you anymore if you still want to walk on the wild side.”

Despite herself, Emma’s mouth quirks up, and she practically skips up the stairs to change.

Mackenzie’s settled in the living room waiting, her boot-clad feet propped on the coffee table, by the time Emma comes back. Her sister lets out a low wolf whistle.

“Damn.” She looks amused more than anything. “Someone you’re trying to impress?”

Emma trips over her own feet, a hand darting out with a vice grip on the couch to steady herself. “Uh...what? No! W-who would I want to impress?”

Mackenzie raises a brow, smirk drooping a bit. “You tell me.”

“Mack…” Emma can’t. The words won’t come. 

A horn blares, a familiar beep beep beeeeep!

Mackenzie shrugs. “Sounds like your BFF is here.”

Emma gulps.

Mackenzie’s gaze softens, and she steps up, gently steering Emma towards the door. “Go on, sis. You look great. Knock ‘em dead, or whatever.”

Emma swivels around and gives her a quick, crushing hug. “Thanks,” she mumbles into dark-and-aqua ombre hair.

Outside, she spots her best friend waiting in her car, singing along to the some top hit pop song Emma missed over the summer. She’s so carefree, head bopping and hands drumming the steering wheel. When she notices Emma, she pretends to serenade her, holding an imaginary mic in one hand and pointing with the other. Emma melts.

Because this is Ava Lawrence, her best friend and the girl she’s in love with.

They’d met in freshman year in cheer tryouts, and Ava had had her back ever since - no matter the ups and downs and all the drama. 

...Except Emma’s crush. That Emma was keeping very very close to the chest. Which means she’s got to tamp down on the butterflies in her stomach, stat.

Ava shoots her a grin that could outshine the sun itself as Emma slides into the passenger seat. “First off, great to see you.” Her brown eyes glance her up and down, lingering on her stomach. “Second, are you trying to seduce me or something? That crop top. Is. Hot!”

Emma blushes and she swears she can feel her mind powering down. “I’m...attempting something new this year. I guess all that self-reflection over the summer was good for something.”

Ava presses her hands together, looking up dramatically. “Thank you, Montana.”

Emma has to look out the window as they peel out of the driveway. She’s sure her lovesick expression would give her away.

Ava fills her in on gossip as they drive. Cheer squad rivalries, who’s dating who, crazy summer parties. Emma listens with half an ear, nerves building the closer to school they get.

“There is one other, minor thing. Just an itsy-bitsy bit of personal news…” Ava teases as they pull into the school parking lot, miraculously snagging a spot right near the front. 

Emma’s pulse quickens, dread pooling like molasses in her veins.

Ava kills the engine, eyes sparkling as she jumps out of the car and into the arms of --

Mason.

“Hey, beautiful,” he says softly. She leans close, arms snaking around his waist underneath his letterman jacket.And then - and then -

They’re kissing each other.

Emma feels sick. Her stomach churns as she shuts the car door behind her, hugging her arms close to her chest. “Y-you’re… you’re dating? Each other?”

She winces at how stupid it sounds, words hanging in the air as she’s greeted by two saccharine smiles.

Her best friend and the love of her life were dating each other.

And Emma was caught in the middle.

[dark-twist-fairytales]

I gotta ask, what do you think of uprooted so far? What’s your favorite bit? Favorite npc? Anything you wanna mention really

I am LOVING Uprooted so far. It's a nice in between of the goofiness of Once Upon a Witchlight, with some seriousness to it and, of course, downfalls of corrupt politicians that I'm vibing with.

Favorite bit is hard to say. The perverts are really iconic, but Bitsy having moments of genius before saying 'what happened' has probably made me laugh the most.

Favorite NPC, easily, without a shadow of a doubt: Benji the bear. He started fucking talking and my heart melted. He's just so cute and sweet, he don't know better but that's okay, "I like my new friends." WUAGH- Oh, and Nestor's there too, I guess, but Benji wins.

God... I know going into this it was going to be something, but I didn't go in, expecting to come out with an Absolute Menace as my favorite. This is, the first time, that I'll consistently put a player character as my favorite and not dart around with two or three or all of them (I can't choose in Once Upon a Witchlight, Shepherd and Sarnax battle in Curse of Strahdanya, don't make me choose in Icebound-). Bitsy is my favorite player character, and it's a definitive choice.

I can't wait to meet Jean Claude in season 2. So far, Uprooted is above Once Upon a Witchlight for me, I'm a sucker for woodland creatures. Curse of Strahdanya and Icebound are still in the number 1 and 2 spot respectively, but that can change based on who you ask (consistently, this is the general stances).

Uhm- I'm still singing The Crawdad Song from episode 4, it's actually been helping keeping my voice from going out! Legends of Avantris has been one of the only things that I'll sit down and binge watch. Which, it's rare air and an oddity for me, because normally after just watching one episode of anything (long or short), we have to pause and move around because trying to process so much then going in again immediately afterwards makes us fuzzy as all hell. Very few things have caused that, but Criminal Minds is just a different story told with some main character details throw in.

It's. Fucking awesome, to say the least. And... Also, in a weird twist, I don't feel behind. I feel like I'm right where I'm supposed to be. I'm saving UpRooted season 2 for, at least, after Curse of Strahdanya. Speaking of which, I need to write that down in my notebook.