#but im a cocktail waitress at a casino

[sienna-the-doe]

Hey yall i need some help please!!!

so my now ex-endocrinologist has been horrible horrible horrible to me for the last two years and has been making it incredibly difficult to get either my Estradiol valerate OR my Spiro, and Im coming up on my last dose of it today....

please please please does anyone have ANY recommendations for SAFE REPUTABLE websites to buy myself more.... I live in the Northeast US just in case your site wont deliver here....

im really scared and desperate at this point. Im seeing reversals in my bodys transition and my dysphoria gets so so so so bad some days.

[bellwitchfaggot]

also parker has a job interview on monday as a cocktail waitress at the local casino and if they get it they will 1) probably make a lot more money than they are now and 2) hopefully have fewer migraines cuz the heat at sonic (its v hot inside) has been fucking killing them migraine wise so everyone please send good vibes. theyre a bimbo they would be very very good at the job. not that cocktail waitresses are bimbos. but like they are kind of heavily objectified by their clientele (largely consisting of cishet men) and if thats something they’re able to play into they can get tipped very well and parker’s ability to be a bimbo is off the charts. im not being mean to them i swear. they would take it as a compliment

[dnd-inspiration]

Anon

Hey, so do you have any tips on writing a short campaign, (maybe, 1 or 2 sessions)? I have a lot of new players, and they want to get a feel for the game with a short story. I have ideas, but im not sure how to tie them up in a satisfying but quick ending. Please help if you can!

1. Simple is best. This idea can take just a few sessions: An evil necromancer who hid in the local “dead forest”. Raises all the local dead animals to protect him from a large guild that has finally tracked him down. He can be found by following a trail of dead plant life. You can drag the campaign out like so: Having the PCs come across a distraught farmer who doesn’t know where his cows went. Find them. Then the PCs come across some ritual looking graves. Then the PCs have to debate if its a human mass grave, or just the local animal carcass dumb, and so on. The forest is sprawling.

2. Start out with an established miniature backstory your PC’s can customize and work with. Its easier to say “You guys work for [company] due to [your individual reasons] and your latest task has you doing [x].” or my favorite “You wake up with a massive headache, bottles all around you. What happened?” Most of my first session is character introductions, why are we here, what is my character's motivation for being in the group, etc etc.

@cocoa-n-donuts

Hi! I’m currently a level 9 (yay just levelled!) eladrin arcane archer fighter 6 and mystic 3 in a homebrew campaign. The idea of the character was for me to have telekinetic powers that help focus my arrows. However, as my party and I levelled, my DM and I realised that the current UA material and stuff in Xanathar’s doesnt scale quite well for the arcane archer in comparison to the warlock and paladin. Any suggestions to help improve the arcane archer subclass?

Not gonna lie, I’m really bad when it comes to rules and stats and changes. I’m more of an ideas girl. That said, lets make some crazy shit up to help you out! I don’t have Xanathar (assuming its a book?) so If my suggestions are in it, awful, or unhelpful sorry! You can try a straight up damage buff like a +2, or adding poison damage. You could be useful by having your arrows make noises for distraction, or intimidation. Fire it above a door, lure guards over with “cries of help” or scare them away with a beasts howl. Arrows that start fires, or release a flood of water, or electrify the area. Arrows that drop random horrors like teeth, black goop, etc.

@ anon

H E L P!! IN A CAMPAIGN I'M IN OUR PARTY CAN MAKE ONE OF OUR MEMBERS ABLE TO HAVE A CARRYING CAPACITY OF 32MILLION TONS???????? HELPPLEASE!!!

You need help to carry 32million tons, or a player of yours can and its a problem?

First one: A magical mount? Magical gloves/bag that can ONLY be used if its carrying 32million tons minus a few lbs?

Second one: Curse them to wear these boots that are like, super heavy. Make them physically have to carry it. A bag that fits that much stuff is going to be HUGE and not fit through doors.

@superflyingthing

I’m going have a Lv5 party escape a magical casino/resort where the boss feeds of the souls of brainwashed party goers. So far I have sneaking around the casino and blending in, fighting a giant circus lion, and a magic go kart race. Do you have any suggestions for encounters in this setting?

Smoke filled section has some sneaking. A giant pool party filled with croc people servers! Cocktail waitresses who want to serve you poison or stall you! Card dealers who throw small weapons that can be hidden with cards, [monster that  can act as a security camera for cheating] tracks you.

@thevoidknight

I'm making my own campaign that takes place on a continent that 11 meteors fell to. 10 green, one blue. The blue has spread a eternal blizard over the land and the green cyristals fend it off. Thus cities rose around them. The catch is anyone lost and alone comes back as part of a undead horde(I wrote up some interesting special and magical undead). This horde is has been waging war against the cites for a long time now. My question is, why would my plays come to a God forsaken place?

1. Something came with the meteors. Its valuable. 2. Finding a lost friend/family member. 3. Paid to see if x region is also infected or not.

I'm doing my first campaign as a DM, and I'm roped with 7 players, fun, but really I do this story I've been mulling over, 7 demon lords, one for each sin, and I wanted to subvert expectations, like it will seem like a rich miserly noble who taxes unfairly might be corrupted by the greed demon lord but I would make it the Robin hood esque npc who's corrupted by pride and his desire for fame and attention. trying to find more creative sin uses.

Gluttony: Ran a foodbank. Stockpiles all the food. Steals all the local animals and starts to set up a feast for himself. Maybe throw in some humans too.

Lust: Has a really, really big thing for flesh. Collects it, wants more.

Pride: I got nothing, sorry.

Sloth: A high ranking official whose duty is to take care of things just… doesn’t care. Doesn’t move, doesn’t delegate, does nothing. Makes others do things for them like bathe, feed, etc. Punishes people who won’t help them.

Envy: ????

Wrath: Demon attaches to the most wronged man in the village. He’s nice, but had bad luck. Rogue carriage kills his wife, his crop is burned from a party gone out of control., etc.

A lot of these are so old I think answering them would be pretty pointless. Please feel free to resend asks, send new ones, or ask for more details or different answers! Also feel free to reblog or reply to this post with more advice or ideas for these people’s questions.

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[lalast0ne]

The bad penny

Layla

*Sin City was definitely living up to its name. Our first night in Vegas had been one I’d never forget .. what I could remember of it. After leaving the “Art Gallery” which I’ve decided was not a legit gallery at all, we hit the shops then made our way back to the hotel room to get ready. With the key safely deposited in the safe, we headed out for dinner. Tao was amazing, the service, the atmosphere and the food. After dinner we paid well over the odds for a 5 minute ride in a gondola thru the Venetian then made our way to the hotel casino. Judging by the pounding of my head this morning we were in the casino a looooong time.  The last thing I properly remember is Wilder tugging me to the high roller section .. after that it becomes hazy. I look towards the bathroom where the sound of the shower running and singing can be heard which makes me smile as I collapse back into the pillows groaning. The fact he’s in a seemingly good mood must mean he beat the house. Thank God. I look around the enormous room, my eyes landing on the safe. The safe that houses the most expensive key known to man and a flurry of questions rush thru my mind. We didn’t discuss it last night, I refused to taint our first night with talk of business (which is exactly what that was) and Wilder wasn’t forthcoming with the information, so I still remained clueless. I just couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing ...*

Wilder

*Vegas was growing on me. I had won big last night. At the tables and with my wife. I knew her mind was working in over drive but sometimes it was best to leave her guessing. All would be revealed in time. I towel dry, got dressed and stepped from the bathroom to find her lazy ass still in bed* Little Ball of Fire, time to get ready for the day. We have Vegas shit to do. I know you have things you would like to see that I ruined yesterday. *Smirking, I check the time.* You have 15 minutes or the party bus is leaving without you. No aquarium though. That’s not Vegas. *I pour a cup of coffee and wait as you scramble from the bed.* Make that 14 minutes.

Layla

*I see the way you look at me and know exactly what you’re waiting for my body isn’t ready to move at a fast pace yet .. I don’t even think it’s ready to move. I roll from the bed, my shoulders dropped slightly and my walk slow as I head to the bathroom* You’re so mean to me .. always putting me on a timer. How are you not feeling like shit this morning? I’m sure you drank just as much as, if not more than, me. *I step into the shower and wince as the water hits me, the cold feels like a thousand needles pricking my skin until it warms up and I relax a little. Even with no intention of rushing, I shower as quickly as possible then emerge feeling a little fresher.* I swear I’m never drinking again .. *I mumble as I pass by your to the closet and roll my eyes when you tap the face of your watch. I don’t waste anytime messing around. I slip into comfortable clothes and a pair of sneakers, tying my still wet hair back out of my face and stand in front of you and shudder as I say what I’m thinking.* Please don’t tell me today’s the day we’re going up the Stratosphere...

Wilder

*I finish the last of my coffee and eye you up and down.* Is that what you are wearing today? You should have switched to ginger ale after the first drink like I did. *I avoid the death glare you are giving me and hold the door open.* Was the Stratosphere not on your list? I’m catering to all things Layla today so smile Little Ball of Fire. You don’t always get me so accommodating so I recommend you take advantage.

Layla

*My eyes narrow at your treachery. If I’d known you’d switched to ginger ale I’d have made my cocktails virgin. I cover my mouth at the thought* What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? *I look down at my t-shirt, shorts and sneakers then back to you* Comfort is the aim of the game today, husband. And while the Stratosphere is on my list, I don’t think the people on the rides, or the good people of Vegas standing below, want to see the contents of my stomach. *I move to where you sit and position myself between your legs, my fingers teasing thru your hair* We can make our way to old Vegas this morning. Go to Fremont Street and check out the Mob museum?

Wilder

I don’t care to see a jail cell if you throw up on people and we need to fight. *I laugh and lift you up, taking long strides to leave our room.* First lets get some food in you to soak up all the alcohol and then find some mobs. Maybe if you are lucky, we can buy that thing you could not stop staring at last night. *The elevator takes us down and I keep a tight grip on your hand.* Don’t take any of those cards people try to hand you. We are not hitting up those places here.

Layla

*I wrap my legs around your waist and bury my face in your neck, humming softly as you walk us to the elevator. My feet hit the floor when the doors open and I pout at the loss of contact until your hand is on my hip and your pulling me close* I don’t think they’re for places to go .. I think they’re for girls *Chuckles* to come to your room .. so don’t you be taking any of those cards Mr *I reach down and pinch your cheek, laughing softly as the doors open* I hear Serendipity do the most amazing pancakes .. let’s head there .. because now I honestly feel like I could eat a horse.

Wilder

I think they cater to all baby girl. No discrimination. *I growl against your ear and head in the direction of pancakes, my hand firmly gripping your ass. Vegas might be growing on me but I will never understand the lengths one city goes through to steal your money and make you lose your entire life. I can do that in a heartbeat back home and feel no guilt. You will be as rich going in the ground as you were above. Life really is simple.* We should take in that volcano show tonight. Feel the heat from that fire. *Smirks as we stop at the restaurant and wait to be seated.*

Layla

If you want heat .. I can got you hot under the collar, baby *I smirk across to you as we stand and wait (im)patiently to be seated. I grab my stomach as it grumbles and thank the Lord, 10 minutes later, when we’re finally shown to a table for two on the terrace. Before the waitress can even ask if we know what we like, we’re reeling off our order and handing back the menus she’s just given us. I cross my arms and lean forward slightly, grinning at you as I admire the sight of Caesar’s Palace behind you* So what are your thoughts of Vegas so far, husband? Are you enjoying it?

Wilder

*My eyes cut in every direction since our chairs are out in the open on the terrace and I can’t see who is approaching from behind, landing back on yours. I reach up and flick your nose playfully.* It’s loud, dirty, has this smell you can’t wash off, everything is way too big. I think I would need need to see the seedy side before I can give you my honest opinion. It might be ok. *I lean back as the waitress brings our drinks, nodding my hand in thanks.* What is your opinion of all this sin?

Layla

*I laugh when you give me your opinion, not at all surprised, then smile at the waitress when she places our drinks on the table. I load my coffee wit way too much sugar and take a satisfying sip, smiling with I feel the caffeine taking immediate effect* This world of sin ... I love it. I couldn’t live here but for a trip, I’d happily return a couple of times a year. Whether Vegas would let us return .. well that remains to be seen *i smirk at you over the top of my cup*

Wilder

*My head falls back, booming laughter filling the terrace.* Mrs. Steele, I don’t know why you assume I will get us kicked out this city or even state. I have been on my best behavior. *I lower my voice.* I have not felt the need to pull my knife even once. I would say that is a record but the day is still young. I make no promises.

Layla

*I laugh and shake my head at your declaration* we’ve not been here 48 hours yet, there’s plenty of time for us to get thrown out. *I lean in and whisper back to you* Please try to keep your knife in your boot *I sit back when the waitress approaches with our food and thank her as she places the hugest plate of pancakes down in front of me, then look back to you* for a little longer, at least.

Wilder

You have my promise Fire. No knife will come out of my boot while we are here. *Stabs a huge bite of pancakes and shoves it in my mouth, not promising about the knife in the back of my pants.* I’m being accommodating remember. *My eye catches a profile that seems familiar as I continue to eat.*

Layla

So accommodating that you’ll even agree to come to the aquarium *I smirk taking a mouthful of pancake, nodding my head* Such a good husband. *My smile falters when I lose you for a moment, your eyes widening slightly when you clearly see something. I turn my head in the same direction and search the crowd to see what you’ve spotted and then I do.* What the hell ...  *My head spins back and my mouth goes dry, the pancake suddenly feeling like I’m chewing cardboard* Is that ..?

Wilder

Carlos. All the way out here. *My fork drops to my plate and I push back from my chair. I stand to my full height and make my way across to the terrace and his table. He gives me his eat shit grin as I stare him down. My jaw clenched and I crack my knuckles to form a fist.* You are always one step behind Carlos. I already have what you are looking for. You can scurry back into your hole with your tail between your legs.

Layla

*I follow behind you and grab your hand, aware of eyes on us and not just Carlos’s* Wilder ... maybe we should take this somewhere a little less ..

“Well, what a pleasant surprise this is” He waves his hand away dismissively as I try to pull you away “Now now Mrs. Steele, there’s no need for that. We’re all friends here, Won’t you both join me? We can discuss ... business.” He smirks as he sips his coffee.

*I scowl, and it’s not a playful one, at the man who has just ruined this entire trip.* No, thank you. We have our own table that we should be getting back to. *I tug on your hand again a little more forcefully*  Wilder ..

Wilder

You are a fucking asshole. *My words not loud enough for anyone else to hear.* I’ve played nice but not anymore. I will run you from this town and mine. *I take Layla’s hand and we head back to our table, sitting down. I slice through my pancake like I would the skin on his body and shovel another bite in my mouth. Trying to ignore the annoyance of his appearance.* Let’s forget about him Layla.

Layla

*i don’t look back when you take my hand and pull me away. Your words make me smile though when I take my seat and watch you* I don’t think I’m the one who needs to forget about him *I sit forward and lower my voice* but why the he’ll is he here? Now? The same time we’re here. That’s not a coincidence is it. *Its not a question, it’s a statement.*

Wilder

It’s Carlos. He is a thorn in my side. *I snag a piece of bacon from your plate, a smirk growing across my face.* Plus I got what he came here for. The key.....