#child ocs making a dnd thing with a friend

[echothealien]

MOUTHWASHING!!!

AHHHHH!!! Guyssss!!! Mouth washing is such a good game, i hate Jimmy so much, he sucks, butbi love Curly!!! Hes so babygirl, even when he’s circumcised all over, love that for him, i made art but idk, il post it on Saturday if i feel inclined to do so, also i love drawing horror and blood!??? Hellooo!???? Its so fun to mess around with my reds and oranges, sometimes a bit of lavender too!! I love curly and Anya, theyre my favorite

[random-fandom1984]

Hi!! 😆

May I request TFP Yandere Soundwave x human reader?

Thank for reading this (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง✨

Sorry if it doesn't have that much yandere as you were hoping for.

Okay, so, the only way I can see that you could've gotten his attention is either you're related to one of the three human charges – family or friend. Because of that, you don't know about the Autobots and Decepticons.

Soundwave was given the mission to find out more about the human pets, through humans that are close to them. Out of all of their family and friends, he chose you.

He only went through some of your info, and you're a friend of Miko's host parents that lives in a state up north, in Gravity Falls, Oregon (Yes, I'm making a little crossover with GF, but TFP came out 2 years before Gravity Falls existed, so Weirdmageddon hasn't happened yet, nor have the Pine Twins visited yet.)

You've met Miko a few times when you've came to visit, and it's best to say you don't like how loud, irresponsible, foolish, and doesn't understand people's boundaries. You were a rather quiet introverted person, and she was an overbearing extrovert, so you two didn't mix well.

When it was Christmas last year, they were at your family gathering, and she almost got your cousins hurt with firecrackers, who were mainly toddlers and young children. She even said, quote-unquote, that "They needed to live a little and not have helicopter parents deciding everything for them." The thing was that your aunts and uncles weren't helicopter parents, they were normal, calm, and understanding parents!

Miko was one of the main reasons why you lost faith in humanity, and you despised her with a burning passion. You even told this to her in her face, but she would say that you're just grumpy and should take a nap. As if you were a little child that didn't know better!

You work as an online artist that takes request for people who can't draw certain things like, animals, details, DND characters, Oc's etc.

As time went on, he was starting to get obsessed with learning more about you, and he knows more about you than anyone else you know in your life. Your favorite animal are birds, your favorite color is d/s/f/c (Dark Shade of Favorite Color), you hate people, don't like talking, have a pet European Starling named Jermey, after the crow in the Secret of Nimh because of his love for shiny and sparkly things, who is also the model for your watermarks on your designs, you like dying your hair, and so much more.

You were having a normal day, doing a live stream as you were taking requests from your viewers, when this one person in particular to do a city made out of metal, the people are robots that can transform, and even gave you an image that they "made" that was called Kaon. Interested, you took up this challenge.

It was safe to say that Soundwave wasn't disappointed with the end results of it; It looked magnificent. The image of his home was nostalgic of the good old days of Cybertron, when it wasn't just him and Laserbeak, when all of his children minicons were still alive.

The two of you kept in contact and became friends on the internet. You would tell each other about how your days went; you were told that he works as one of the higher ups in a company, has to deal with an annoying, loud, arrogant assistant of his boss – reminds you of a certain someone –, has a pet bird, is introverted, doesn't talk, doesn't like humanity- you're already hooked.

You turned a blind eye to things, like how he somehow knows where you live, find out about private accounts on social media, knows that you're talking to someone even when there's barely any people around, kind of seeming jealous/overprotective over text. The hardest one to do is when someone insults or steals your art, only to end up severely or lightly wounded somewhere between the next day to the end of the week, saying that a robot version of Slenderman or a metal bird that has an origami themed shape, etc.

There were a few things that caught your attention. How he uses the wrong terminology for things such as units time, parts of the body, even saying organics, fleshies, humans instead of people or others by their names. You were suspicious but brushed it off every time it happens.

At the beginning of Soundwave's his sire growing obsession, Laserbeak didn't even understand what was so great about you. But it changed when he was shot down by Autobots and landed out in the woods, you found him, and repaired him. During his stay, he made friends with Jeremy, and during repairs, you were gentle as you could be when fixing him up, your touched were light, you asked if what you were doing was alright, and he honestly thought of those human films where the mother would help their child when they get an injury. In this situation, he was your the child, and you were his the mother; he understood now.

Knowing Laserbeak's existence was the reason why it was a little hard to turn a blind eye to those that were injured.

When Laserbeak returned, he gave the information to Soundwave, and that's when Soundwave knew that you were the one to complete the family.

When the both of you actually met face-to-face is when you texted him that an ex of yours came back is so persistent on getting back together and won't leave you alone. When it was night, your ex cornered you, and was ranting on and on about how you should be grateful that he's giving you a second chance, even though you were the one to break up with him, only to end up dead on the pavement. You looked up to see Soundwave himself.

The first thought that came to mind didn't revolve around fear. No! It was 'Oh, god, he looks hot-'

So, you were taken aboard the Nemesis, you became a part of the Con Crew. 1.) Because you're close, in a way, to one of the Autobot's human pets; 2.) You hated humans just as much as they did; 3.) It's Soundwave. Megatron trusts him with any decision of his. A reason Soundwave gave, in public? A human to spy on the Autobots- Shut the fuck up random Vehicon, this is a human spy, not Makeshift. This isn't like Starscream's plan.

This happened only a day after Optimus Prime became Orion Pax. Soundwave had a feeling that something might happen, so he had you wear something that will cover up everything, mainly your head/face. He knows the archivist is smart, and if he were to revert back to Optimus, then he would recognize who you are.

Often times, some Vehicons would make comments about a human joining the ranks, or try to get rid of you, and they were met with an electric end.

It was only about a week later, after Orion became Optimus again, when they decided how they were going to get you in their base, and with the help of the newly arrived Dreadwing, they can do just that.

Part 2 coming soon...

So, basically this was a yandere x willing reader. I just hope you're satisfied.

[im-an-anthusiast]

Who, me? 

Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Anthusiast, Ant, or perhaps Felix. Not as far as legal documents are considered, but what are you, a cop?

Yours truly is a queer and a minor in a homophobic Hellhole, so, yes, I am Gay AND European. I'm a he/they/it bisexual with some gender fuckery going on. You can honestly tell all this simply thanks to the fact that I look like the mafioso of the Alphabet Mafia if it was a real Mafia.

I'm a writer (with a Masterlist) so I either talk like this, this being the most pretentious Fuck to grace this Plane of Existence, or like God's silliest, most pathetic, whimsical plaything. I tend to monologue, rant, or both.

I have quite a few obsessions interests!

Writing! I write poetry and about my WIP. I even have a Masterlist!

Blood, flesh, and the cannibalistic, anthropophagical consumption of it.

Insects, especially ants!

Roleplay and acting. I also highly enjoy Systems, so I adore TTRPGs. Pathfinder 2e and DnD 5e are personal favs.

bideo bames. I hold a special love for RPG and FPS games. My favs include Warframe, Baldur's Gate 3, and Fallout: New Vegas.

Visual Novels and Interactive Fictions. Cove my beloved.

Mythology and folklore are wonderful. I'm especially big on Greek mythos, but I love all of em. Japanese folk tales might be the most immediately concerning. The Farmer and the Badger, man...

I quite enjoy reading.

My beautiful flower!!! My gorgeous husband-to-be!!! My amazing boyfriend!!!! My very favourite, my @irishfry

I enjoy some Media

Books

Grew up on the Skulduggery Pleasant series

A Monster Calls is my favourite ever book. Made me bawl.

Love the Mistborn Series

Absolutely adore the Godkiller series. It legitimately feels tailored for me

Magnus Chase

Demon Road

Shows/Podcasts

Dimension 20

Game Changer

dropout.tv content as a whole

Red vs. Blue (where do you think I got my name?)

Malevolent

In my life and work both I am plagued by these motifs, and thus mention them (too) often

Blood, flesh, scars

Self-harm, self-sacrifice, self-destruction and related tendencies

Gold, talent, being good enough

Ink

Obsession (itself)

God-hood

Sweetness

Familial trauma

I use tags sometimes btw

#signed; fa - writing tag

#Felix's Friends - dedicated poetry tag

#Felix's Fashion - outfit tag

#ant talks ants - insect rant tag

#my flesh eating son and #yeah albion; #maxwell minnhett my son and #maxwell my dear and #maxwell my beloved; #santi my dear thing; #erin my dear; #calixte my sweet little child; #thomas dearest. - oc tags. that I'll clean up. eventually

Lastly, though most importantly, these are the people whom I love with all of my heart

@irishfry!!! My beautiful flower <3

@magnoliasandarson! My winged victory <3

@the-lights-are-loud! My amazing mum <3

@squishykitty825! My dearest sister <3

@sleepy-boything-shit! My beloved brother <3

@rustycamo! My favourite author <3

@uwathebestgirl! My adorable puppygirl <3

@outlying-hyppocrate! My fraternal faggot <3

@118sexen! My melodious musician <3

@f4y3w00d5! My sweet hun <3

[mayullla]

Quest: Find a lost boy who ran away from home to the forest.

Character(s): Orc (Oc / Original work) Summary: You headed to the forest in search of the boy and happened to find an orc camp and somewhere on the side saw the boy in the hands of a tall orc. Tags/warnings: Yandere!monster (male monster), fem!reader, kidnapped/trapped, violence (both to the reader and outside), constant fear of being eaten, running away, being treated like a pet Note: Just to make sure while I was writing this I wasn't thinking the dnd style kind of thing but more so the generic common monsters that you find in games that you must kill RPG. (.... just that the orc is very tall and buff...)

{ - JRPG Quest masterlist - }

Find a boy who ran away from home. The boy had gotten into a fight with his father because he didn't want to help out with work preferring to go out and spend time with his friends. The boy had run away in the morning but didn't come back home even after the sun started to set. His parents were worried and looked everywhere in the village but no sight of the boy.

They found out that someone had seen the boy running to the forest alone. They were in terrified when they heard it and the father wanted to walk straight into the woods and search for his son but was stopped by his friends who tried to calm him down. The man was nothing more than a farmer and it would be dangerous for him to go into the forest like this when there was many monsters lurking within the woods. It was preferable that someone who had the skills to handle it.

That is probably where you come in when you took the quest. Their pay wasn't really luxurious which was understandable for a farmer's family you thought that there could be a chance that their friends also chipped in a bit of money to help out in paying the fee.

But what you found in the search was something different and more severe for it could cost the lives of the whole village.

Ho... you looked at the camp made out of goblins and orcs. This was too dangerous for you to handle alone you thought to yourself as you looked at the armed orcs and the laughing goblins carrying rusty swords.

Goblins in this world are not necessarily the smartest, or most powerful strength or stealth wise as a matter of fact they are known to be weak alone and even beginner hunters can mostly take care of them if given the right training. And while many tend to stick in groups of 30 or less you never really saw this many of them at once.

There were more than 80 goblins from what you can see. Wild monsters that laugh so painfully to your ears as you were sure that there were more. Yet you could not help but gulp when you saw the many orcs around the tribe while not as many as the goblins they were half the many as goblins. Tall green-skinned monsters were taller than the people that you know. Long canine teeth show as they guard the borders of the camp with strong builds, tattoos, and necklaces of skulls both humans and other creatures you knew that these orcs were not for show.

You were supposed to run away and tell the guards of a nearby village that about the camp when you heard a small child screaming voice.

Running to the sound, you found a boy held by his collar by an orc. The boy tried to kick the orc yet it was useless when you compare their builds, the orc was too strong. That child was about to be taken by the orc when you screamed at them with your dagger out ready to hurt. "Realise the kid, unless you want to die." You warned the orc who stared at you. He didn't seem intimated at you, almost as if looking down at you with his bored stare.

He was taller than you, taller than humans. To him, you were nothing but a plant of wood at best or very thin twigs of bones.

Glancing at the child then at you as he moves the child back facing you, closer to you. You wondered if the monster was going to mock you for even trying, when you see his muscles you knew it might as well take three to four knights moving all together to even have a chance to take it down compared to an adventurer like you.

"Trade."

.... What...?

The gruff voice told you, not expecting them to say something like you have to do a double take wondering if you heard that wrong. Yet it seems that you weren't mistaken as he huffed in your silence.

"Trade boy. You stay."

"What..." You could not believe what the orc was talking telling you to trade your life if you wanted the boy to live. You considered it but fear swelled in your heart till you heard the boy's whimper and looked at him. Tears in the boy's eyes, he was terrified.

"You stay... boy let go. You mine." The orc repeated again, looking at you waiting he still held the boy on the neck.

The boy's life was within your hands. The boy whimpered again as the orc's grip tightened on the boy's clothes. He wasn't patient. "Trade!" You screamed at the orc your eyes on the boy.

The orc looked satisfied as he dropped the boy to the ground and as you tried to take the boy away cautious of the orc instead of attacking from a change of mind or taking the boy away saying that was all just him mocking you he instead grabbed you.

"HEY! LET GO OF ME!!" The orc tossed you on his shoulder as if you were nothing but a potato sack. You tried to scream as you beat his back with yours but he didn't seem bothered by your feeble attempts.

You yelled at the boy to get away from here and that you can handle yourself, the boy tried to help yet the moment he tried to grab a strong the orc growled at the flinching boy.

When you could not see the boy, far away that you were sure that he had time to run away if something goes terribly wrong you started to protest demanding that you would let down this instant as your leg and fist hit his muscles you knew he wasn't pained by any of your feeble attacks and what weapon you had was quickly tossed away by him the moment he threw you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

You were getting close to the camp...

You gulped as the goblins and orcs all stare at you in the arms of the orc, some goblins staring hungrily at you as if you were a meat buffet and maybe that was what they thought of you when one tried to reach out for your arm.

Only to freeze when the orc glared at the goblin growling as if warning the smaller weaker monsters to watch it. The goblin quickly backed away from you fearful of their own monster ally. You wondered if you were safe for a moment. Just a moment you thought that you would not be eaten at least not by them. You wondered if the orc wanted to eat you all to himself.

Into a camp hut, you were tossed into the stiff bed as you wondered if you would die right at this moment. Ripe limb from limb, you wanted to defend yourself but without a weapon and the orc being too tall, you didn't think you could even win much less escape as you will be mobbed by the monsters outside either way.

You didn't know what to do when he didn't do anything to you leaving you to do whatever you please in the tent, yet he did set boundaries when you tried to step out for a moment to look out or when you went too near to his weapons. He was watching you as sharpened his weapon, growling at you when you did something that you were supposed not to do.

While he let you go about the tent under his watch you could not help but flinch when he planned to head out for a moment, suddenly standing from whatever he was doing, grabbing you, and tossing you again to the bed with your leg tied with a rope to something heavy. After a while, he would come back with berries and fruits for you along with unknown meat (what tasted like a rabbit) and a water bucket.

At night he would join you in the makeshift bed holding you in his arms, you looked away from the monster that held you your heart beating fast as it was too close wondering when it would just bite your head off yet instead of that with his tight hold over you slowly he fell asleep, his breathing can be felt by your hair as you fearfully stayed still.

You thought of running, late at night unable to sleep you thought that this could be your chance to run away when all the other monsters were also asleep but the orc's arm was heavy, hugging your waist you could not help but move a little more than intended. As you tried to get up you checked to see if the orc was still sleeping only for you to stop breathing when you see him staring down at you, warning.

He was awake.

You can't help but wince as you tried to pull away in fear when the rope tied to your ankle stopped you from going any farther. You totally forgot about it... you looked down in instinct as if trying to show that you were small and that you were guilty and sorry. The orc huffed as he pulled you closer to his chest. Your head bumped into his long tusk.

Because of how you have been trying to move you were facing his chest now and pulled closer to him your nose bumped into his chest. You closed your eyes trying to act as if you were asleep sure that he was still watching you, daring to make any sudden movements.

He wasn't much of a talker and without your weapon, you weren't much of a fighter, you were a tiny human that a buffed orc kept like a pet in his own home. All he did was command you with one word, not fluent in human language but knowing just enough to force you to do something. For a moment you thought that the orc was actually nice when you noticed how careful he was around you as if you were fragile like glass.

What a horrible thought.

"Eat." A grape in from of your face but you looked away. It wasn't like you didn't want to but right now you just lost hope as he took you farther and farther away from your home. Tossed like a potato sack as the monster went farther and farther away from the nearest village. Yet when they found a village smaller than the one you save the boy was from, you could not help but feel bile come to your mouth as you heard the screams and fires a little away from you. You could not help them not when you were placed in a cage with other pitiful humans and guarded by more orcs.

As you pushed yourself away from the orc who finally collected you when the fire died down a little and more human slaves both young and old. How his clothes were tattered and burnt from the fire and blood stain his weapon and his hands as he grabbed you again and pulled you out of the cage to take you back. For a moment you thought that there was a reason why that skull necklace was on his neck and that it was something that was decoration.

You bite your lip as tears leaked from your eyes when he warningly growled if you were not eating something bad would happen slowly you took the grape to your mouth slowly munching in fear. He huffed again as he took another grape that you were sure was from the village that they raided killing anybody who tried to fight back.

You had to get away. Otherwise, you will really die.

It was a few days after the whole situation as you looked for a chance to run away when the whole place. When the orcs and goblins were moving again that day took a short break near a lake, the orc had left you under a tree to get some water. Maybe he trusted you a little that you would not run away anymore, at least he thought you didn't have the guts to actually run away.

But you did. When nobody was looking, already so used to your presence as the orc's pet you slowly sneaked away and when you were far enough made a mad dash.

You ran and ran even as you felt pain in your ribs you push through the suffering caring about living than a short pain. As you pant tired you still kept running through the forest but you tried your best in fear that this might be your first and last chance you could ever get away from the monsters. You were so desperate even as your legs wobbled you kept on running and didn't see a root of a tree sticking out that your foot caught on and tripped.

"Ow..." You mumbled as you tried to get up but could not help but hiss when you felt the pain in your ankle. You sprained it yet you could not dwell on those thoughts when you heard a loud roar, you knew that he found out that you left.

You need to hide, you need to hide. Looking around you crawled into a hollow log hoping that the orc would not find you. In a few seconds, you hear the sounds of stomps and you knew it was him pulling your legs closed to yourself you prayed that the orc would not look into the log and just give up.

However that hope was only shattered when you saw his face from the hole you crawled in, he was furious you could see in his eyes as he growled that he found you. Before you could crawl deeper into the hollow log away from the monster he grabbed your sprained ankle.

"Mate. Mine." You yelped when he dragged your feet pulling you out of the log with one hand, with how tight he was holding your ankle it hurt so much as he pulled you out upside down. Above the ground, you fearfully looked at the monster as blood rushed to your head. The monster was angry you could see it as he glared at you.

As he looked at your leg, you feared what was going through his head as his hand tightened around your ankle even more as if trying to break it. You screamed in pain as tears flew from your eyes to your forehead and hair. "I AM SORRY!! I AM SORRY!!" You cried out in fear that he would crush your bones to pieces making you unable to walk anymore.

Maybe he understood that you were scared and that you were actually sorry as the strength lessen. Tears still flowed from your eyes as he moved you to his arms now upright as he let go of your leg. You knew that you will not be able to walk for while not when you already sprained your ankle while running away and not when the lingering pain worsened because of the orc hand who was so close to breaking it as punishment for running away.

You are his mate or at least that was what he called you and now you could only doubt that you will ever be able to run away from his grasp. Not when he warned all the other monsters to watch you if you ever escape to catch you, not when he threatened you to dare leave and that he would break your legs if you do. Not when he placed a dog leash on your neck as he held the rope making sure that you will never leave him again.

Note: Okay gotta be honest orcs/goblins are deff not my thing but I had to add either them or goblins one way or another cause it is like one of the most common monsters in RPG games apart from slimes. And since it is like probably impossible for me to think of any goblin scenarios (I tried ;-;) I went for orcs. My mind the whole time was most deff thinking of a buff man than an orc so it may or may not have leaked in my writing. BUT ANYWAY HOPE YOU LIKE IT~!

[fanaticsnail]

Random questions about Tobiou (bc why not?! I'm a curious gurl 👉👈):

1 - she's more a silver or gold kinda girl? 2 - what's her favorite color? 3 - she has a family? Pets? 4 - if she needed to eat any devil fruit, which one would she prefer? 5 - cold or hot? 6 - what was her favorite game when she was a child? 7 - what's her favorite hobby? 8 - what would be her alignment in DND? 9 - favorite food? Drink? 10 - favorite thing about themselves?

And that's it. When I create a new oc I like thinking in different questions about them. It's my way to get to know them better :D

Thank you for asking questions about her, Sunny! Tobiuo is so much fun to think about, and I would love the opportunity to show off some art my beautiful, talented baby sister made for her. I love how many interpretations there are of her so far! @since-im-already-here is a wonderful artist, and I love her.

I'll answer them below a page break just in case I go on too much! Again, I really really appreciate the opportunity of getting into her headspace, and I love the prompts!

1. Gold or Silver: she'll take what she's given

Tobiuo wears surgical steel in her webbed ears, dark onyx in colour. They were a gift from her captain, along with being the one she asked to pierce them for her. She hasn't been convinced to change them since he gave them to her.

2. Favourite Color: luminescent purple

Living in the lower depths exposed her to varying degrees of color The Above aren't regularly exposed to. She has vague memories of her past, but the purple is what she truly remembers.

3. Family and Pets: the Heart Pirates

She is not aware of any living relatives. Her lapse in memory from surviving the shipwreck carrying her to Sabaody Archipelago wiped all history from her mind. She does remember having petulant spats in her youth, but can't put a face to the memory. Her found family is her crew. She sees Jean-Bart as a grumpy uncle, Shachi and Penguin as younger brothers, Ikkaku as a close cousin, and Bepo as her baby brother.

Law is her Captain, and she respects him with every fiber of her being. At the smallest click of his tongue, and the phrase: "Show me something," or "Time to go to work," she'll immediately smile darkly and ready herself for combat for him.

When she thinks too hard on it, she may come to realise the purple color correlates with fins where feet should linger. A sibling, a cousin, a friend: she knows not, but they're lingering just below the surface.

4. A Devil Fruit: absolutely not

Her job is to protect her captain. Who would retrieve him if he's pulled into deep water? As a Fishman, she enjoys the ability to swim. There is no way she'd allow the ocean to take that from her.

5. Cold or Hot: Hot

Tobiuo is cold-blooded, enjoying warmth when it pricks at her skin. She doesn't really sweat, something Shachi and Bepo are greatly jealous of in warmer weather.

6. Favourite childhood game: grappling

She really enjoys expressing herself physically. Her friendship comes from a trial by fire: demonstrating her strength by wrestling with her polar-bear mink crewmate. Jean-Bart can keep up with her going fist to fist, but he has no real desire to engage with her like this. When she meets up with the Kid-Pirates, she thoroughly enjoys how physical they are with one another. Arm-wrestling is her love language, one that Kid and Killer greatly enjoy testing in her.

Notes: her strength comes from being a Fishman and originating at the ocean floor. The pressure difference adds to her already heightened strength in the air - which is the reason behind her and her people's mutism. Her lungs can't handle it, but her physical abilities enjoy the pressure change.

7. Hobbies: Dance

Coming with expressing herself physically is the need to make her body move. She makes a point of learning a local style of dance at the ports the Tang docks at. The most receptive crewmates to join with her is Shachi and Penguin. Shachi is often called to act as translator for her sign, a task he enjoys doing. Where the rest of the crew enjoy letting off steam with karaoke, Tobiuo enjoys dancing.

8. Alignment: complicated

While I would say she is more chaotic-good leaning, her loyalty towards captain is almost in line with Lawfulness (oh my gosh, what a horrible pun). She would cast aside her own desires to do "good" if Law asked her to. She is not fond of hurting people, but will at the bequest of her captain.

9. Favourite Food: texture-focussed

She has a barbed tongue and jagged teeth, her sense of taste not really in line with what her warm-blooded crewmates experience. She enjoys spice and texture. Sichuan pepper corns are one of her favorites, specifically for the herbal tingles it leaves on each of the divots and ridges of her tongue. She also prefers her meat as close to raw as she can get it.

10. Favourite Thing: her webbing

Ears, fingers, toes and shoulders. She enjoys their functionality for swimming in her natural environment, but also enjoys wearing clothes outside her boiler suit to accentuate them. Dressing in civilian attire, she will often dress to expose them more.

Thank you for letting me talk about her. I think about her often, not just for her romantic interest in Heat. I adore her!

[memento-morri-writes]

5, 6, 16 :]

Hi Beck!!! Thanks for the ask! 💖

5. What are some of your OCs biggest fears?

Fallon's biggest fear is losing someone she loves, again. She's lost her mother, any chance she had at her father being a good man, she loses Lavinia over the course of the story... She's terrified of losing any of the precious few people who make her feel happy and safe. Kristopher's biggest fear is that he'll never escape his family, never get to live his own life, never get to be happy. By extension, he fears being sent back to Oryn against his will. Rook's biggest fear is his friends getting hurt because of him, again. This is actually going to come up next session, but he feels as though he's to blame for a lot of pain and suffering the people he loves have experienced. On top of that, he fears not being able to protect his friends. He would gladly give his life for any of them, and the idea of being helpless to protect them is terrifying. Oh, and he also has claustrophobia. Carrion fears being seen as a monster. He fears someone seeing his transformation and killing him for it. He's already lived through perhaps his worst fear (the people he loved and who loved him turning on him and leaving him for dead, calling him a monster), so he's not sure it's possible for worse to happen. He's avoided getting close to people for years to avoid the chance of it happening again. He also fears being used as an experiment, a lab rat, a test subject to study the effects of Delirium. The Knights tried a dozen ways to cure him, and now that he's come to see his transformations as a part of himself, he sees anyone who wants to take them away as a threat to him, no matter how pure their intentions. (And he's not wrong...)

6. Do you have any OCs without stories? Will you ever create one for them?

Not really. I have potential dnd characters who do not have a home campaign yet, but when it comes to actual writing ocs, they usually come along with a project. I usually either get the idea first and then the characters, or the characters and idea come hand-in-hand. My favorite of the dnd character concepts, though, is a Archfey Warlock / Glamour Bard who got Pied Piper'd into the Feywild as a child and has no memory of any of it. As far as they're concerned, their life started the moment they appeared in the woods on the Material Plane with no memories at all. They named themself after the first thing they saw (an aspen tree), and went on from there. Their patron, the god of death, is manipulating them from a distance, guiding their path with a "broken" compass that hangs around their neck. I love them so much, and I really hope the campaign they were meant to be a part of happens someday.

16. What was you first major project? How far along is it?

I talked about this in my most recently answered ask, here, but it was ATQH. Well, that was my first serious project, and the first one I really count when I think about my writing. The first creative writing project of any kind I can remember working on was a story about a man cursed with immortality thousands of years ago who has been part of several major world events over the course of his lifetime. I started writing it when I was maybe 12 or so, and from what I remember he accidentally caused the Black Plague, and in its aftermath he found this kid and took care of her, and they were rescuing animals from dead peoples' houses?? And I think where I left off he had just gotten kidnapped by his evil brother to get tortured, I think. I know there were older writing projects before that, but I have no memory of them. I do know that in 3rd grade I wrote, by hand, a 50+ page summary of everything I knew about the sinking of the Titanic. (It was my special interest at the time.) But that wasn't exactly fiction writing.

[poognthebrainbois]

Get to Know Us!

Hey Y'all! We're the Songbook System!

Some general/collective info:

• Call us Song! (Unless we specify who's fronting)

• Collectively they/he (but feel free to ask if you don't know a headmate's personal pronouns)

• Bodily 21

• Bodily white

DNI:

• ENDOS/People who think you can choose to be a system.

(Edit: fake/"non-disordered" systems of any kind - do not fucking interact)

• People who think introjects are their source

• Anyone who uses age regression in a sexual context

• Minors just be safe and know your own boundaries. We will most likely not interact directly.

Please interact:

• Traumagenic systems

• OC writers

• DnD players

• Spn fandom

• Mlp fandom

• Fans of the MCU

• X-Men movie fans (have not read the comics but interested)

• Btvs and or general vampire fan

• Artists!

• Small critter enjoyers

• People with cats

• Shitposters

• Gay people (only the cool ones that are inclusive of aspec people)

Fronters/tags below:

Frequent Fronters/Posters:

(And their sign-offs/tags)

Hal

Werewolf Transgenderism personified. In denial half the time, of werewolf-ism and systemhood. Never our transness. If there's one thing he's sure about it's that. A bro. Needs a hug but will not ask for one.

- he/they 🏳️‍⚧️

- 21

- trans content, werewolf posting,

- 🧡

- Awoo Ahaha fuck

Echo

Genderqueer cryptid (ex-vampire??) who makes too many jokes at their own expense. Occasionally genuinely funny. Gay. RAGING BPD but that's what the therapy's for.

- they/he/ask

- 21

- vampire/death aesthetic, bats, bpd feels, whatever he finds funny

- 🦇

Poog

Lil' guy. Muppet child. Loves kibbies, mac n cheese, and our friends. Speaks in solely tumblr vocabulary. Just happy to be here! :)

- he/they

- lil guy

- mostly cute animals, very specific tumblr humor.

- 💖

- Pooger time!

Paznia

Introject of our first LARP character, looooong history as an alter in the system. Not great at socializing but tries her best. Loves bright colors and nature. Would die for the Crane Wives.

- she/xe

- hard to say. 20 ish??

- aesthetic pics, self-care, Autistic experiences, poetry???

- 💎

- Not Quite Ursa Minor

Michelle

The daughter our mother could've had. Initially a "Catty Bitch" and boundary enforcer, she's working on letting herself have feelings too. Yowch. Love her!!!!!!

- she/her

- 23

- vent posts, Girl Things™, BPD posts, Eldest Daughter trauma

- 👑

- Princess (derogatory)

Okay that's it! :)

[topbanana-art]

Finally making an OC info post- by no means is this all of them, just ones that are most active and/or live in my head rent free.

First up- Rhys (DnD 5e - Rime of the Frostmaiden)

20 years Old, Half Orc, Half Elf (sweet baby angel) , He/Him

Fighter- Echo Knight

Absolute Ray of Sunshine; Rhys is from Icewind Dale; more specifically the Nomadic Reghed Tribe of the Elk.

He's unfamiliar with the outside world and even includes settlements in his own country

He's a Himbo basically a big dog.

This campaign lead him to leaving his tribe for the first time after an unfortunate accident which turned him into a small 'painted child' and searching for his missing sister. (both these are sorted now!)

*Rhys found an old oil painting of this child, blacked out and next thing he knew he was that small elf child. Her skin and clothing having the texture of painted canvas, and bleeds paint.

For a good chunk of the campaign he was just a totally normal elf- whose shadow didn't match with the body

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Dhalas (DnD 5e Annalor)

36 Years Old, They/Him, Triton

Drunken Master Monk

Chill surfer dude vibes

Part of a travelling circus, They're a balancing act

Extremely laid back, Dhalas talks like they fight- dancing around, seemingly without rhyme or reason and occasionally clumsy.

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Foxglove (BG3)

138 Years old (tweaked her age a lil), She/They, Drow

Arcane Trickster Rogue

Guild Artisan Background- Locksmith & Apprentice Finesmith

Chill and sassy, that Tav who talks their way out of shit.

Skews Towards Chaotic Good

Presents Androgynous most of the time

Must lockpick everything- she's not actually super interested what's inside, she just wants to see the workmanship of the locks and trashtalk how bad they are.

Yeah she's smooching the vampire. (and Halsin)

Naturally cares for others, even at the cost of her own wellbeing.

Has a Phobia of anything touching/going near her eyes- so the start of the game is A Time for Fox.

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Arslan Dhoro (FFXIV)

21 Years Old (as of ARR), He/Them

Xaela AuRa

Dragoon - White Mage Main (All healer classes tbh)

Stoic, Resting Angry Face Himbo

He struggles to show emotion but he's just pretty shy and cautious about opening up to others.

From the Azim Steppe, he left in his early teens with his father after the death of his mother, to explore the world beyond the Steppe.

His Father Died in his late teens, attacked in Coerthas thinking he and Arslan were Dravanians.

He's extremely soft and protective for the Scions/his friends

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Shiv (DnD 5e Saltmarsh- campaign completed)

Awful, terrible lesbian

68 years old, She/Her, Halfling

Celestial Warlock - Unicorn Patron w/ a Baby Phoenix familiar, Toby

A piece of shit. Is an absolute asshole and wont let you know she cares.

Lowkey magical girl

Ex-smuggler, who's patron is literally 'I can fix her', 'she can be a better person'. Part of the 'Beyond Skeletons' Pirate crew, she's the medic of the crew.

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Pymmyr Tathnel (DnD 5e)

Pym

85 Years Old, He/They, Drow

Gloomstalker Ranger

Emotional Support Blink Dog, Princess Liquorice

This boy is scared all the time

Doesn't talk much, but speaks in a soft voice

Has disordered 'Sleeping' and Eating :)

His plague mask has tinted lenses to help ease the strain with how bright the surface is

I wont tell too much about them as a lot of their info is spoilers to other players. But this sad Drow just rocks up in my head on the regular.

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Erebus (Anima Beyond Fantasy)

AKA- My first TTRPG character! circa 2011-2 I think???

Real name Sho Yoshimitsu

22 Years Old, He/Him

Duk'Zarist Nephilim

Assassin

Textbook 'strong silent and intimidating hot man'

But basically a big soft boy if you break past the mile thick ice

Tragic backstory™ , used to using his body for the job

He really enjoys cooking!

Also hopelessly in love with a small soft summoner, Caelum (the one hugging him), They're RedxBlue gays

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I think I'll leave it there for now!

I may add more later, I hope it was interesting?? and I'm still pretty shy with yelling this much about my characters haha.

Thanks for reading if you made it this far! 💜

[jesurum-says-hi]

It's my birthday! By tradition I was just posting my Dr Stone rarepair. But this year I couldn't do that, instead, I prefer to show you my DnD character.

Meet Hokkaido, the half-elf sorcerer. I just have him made since middle school and just adapted him for the game. The DM allowed it despite some stuff of him seem weird to fit.

To be honest, I wasn't that sure about playing DnD with my bestie and their friends. But it's been fun and I'm always excited for the next session.

You can see more details about him here:

I tried to put relevant stuff, but I'll show you some close ups of things I do like from it. And it's the first time for me to make a character sheet.

I do like this face and the shading.

Also a close up of the data:

By the moment I made this character sheet when he was level 3.

The guy now has more daggers and a crossbow on him and chooses (I choose lol) violence more frequently.

Also... I don't know if it's just me and my subconscious, but Hokkaido is a middle school OC I made along with others and by that time I started to read Bleach for the first time...

I don't know if that influenced my DnD remake to make him a creature of many races combined.

Ah and I also made him in pencil colors along with the arsonist kid: Katsuyoshi. And that's another thing, those two can't be separated, I made them to be a duo for comical situations.

And as a bonus, let me show you some pencil drawings I made ✨

Also this one took me a lot to do:

Ah, and Hokkaido with the trouble child:

I think this is all at the moment, I'm open to your opinions and comments.

[zariahthewitch]

◇ - - ALL ABOUT ME - - ◇

Hi guys! Welcome to my intro post!

Basic Stuff

Hi, I'm ZariahTheWitch.

I have 2 Cats, 2 Brothers and am Visually Impaired. I have sight - and can read print and see color just fine however I also use a Cane, read Braille and know how to use screen readers like NVDA.

I have 2 masterlists filled with older posts that I love - called My Favourite Posts.

My Interests

- writing

- art

- cats

- comics/manga

- anime

- fanfiction

- animated TV shows

- genshin impact

What I Post About / Things I Like

- writing things

- writing memes

- art I make on Picrew

- writing prompts

- fanfic things

- reblogs of fanart

- genshin impact stuff

- about my cats

- author stuff

- about ao3 (where I post fanfics)

- anime stuff

- about my OC's

- PJO role plays (all my other stuff can be found under those - sorry if their a drag to scroll past.)

- random polls

- about The Dragon Prince

- DND

Where Else I Lurk

- on ao3 as ZariahTheWitch (I write for Avatar The Last Airbender, Percy Jackson, JuJutsu Kiesen, Naruto, Gravity Falls, My Hero Academia, Spy X Family, Murder Drones, Tales Of Arcadia, Demon Slayer and Romeo And Juliet)

Some People I Follow/Tumblr Friends

@solshine002 @ari-writes-things @silena-daughterofaphrodite @mortal-champion-of-hestia @unhinged-as-hell @that-girl-cupid @the-wolf-of-ares @green-child-of-aphrodite @groverapologist @not-available-art @writing-prompt-s @writers-potion @demigod-jack-hearth @that-girl-cupid @the-wolf-of-ares @bubblespalace @nephilimcursed @dialovers-lover-xoxo

[zevzevarainai]

your ask made me realize......i don't know any of your ocs (outside of RPG protags). tell me about them please? 👀

ok i'm putting this under a read more because it's slightly embarrassing but not enough for me to not post it. i am also insecure about my drawerings. i'm working on it.

Ok so the only actual original ocs i have are revamped versions of ocs i had based off of toys when i was like 11. yeah... i'm owning it.... quarantine was a time for all of us. i used to have dnd ocs as i wrote my own campaign but they've been abandoned as a result of a messy falling out.

anyway these were like a branch off of a game my sister and our friends used to play when i was like 6 like a 2nd generation type of deal though that's only relevant for one oc. the premise is basically i had toy dragons when i was a kid and i was like "yeah they can shapeshift into humans" because that's the coolest shit when your 12. And when you're in your twenties and mentally ill you make it Serious.

so now it's like a humans hunted dragons so they didn't really come out of hiding but society is a'changing... there aren't a lot of not-shapeshifting dragons left.

it's not very thought out but dragon hybrids as i call them until i think of a better name (i won't) are split into 3 groups of views -

1) coexistence (main guys are here) 2) resent humans, either cannot shift or are ashamed of their human form. They either hide from humans or, if they have the means to, attack humans. They value pureblood dragons and strength. Because of this, they abandon runts and outcast shifters with a human parent. 

3) believe in coexisting with humans, but believe their ability to command two forms puts them above non-shifters, so they should be ruling over them. Some humans agree and have devoted themselves to serving these shifters.

Also these guys go by 2nd names because humans can't pronounce the guttural dragon language sounds (this is my explanation for my less than creative naming system at 12). I also made like physical logistics for their human appearance but we don't need to get into that rn

this is Dramill [dray-mill] (he/him) which child Carly made up as a combination of Draco + Windmill (the toy had a tail that has a webbed bit, looks like a windmill thing, whatever). He is a water dragon (fresh water variant). His bio-family hates humans, he ran away as a teenager and accidentally became a leadership figure for coexistence after finding his found family during his run-away-teen-travels.

He discovered healing powers for water-elemental dragons, he is basically green Katara, except Dramill sacrifices his energy to heal the person. Minor injuries don’t take much out of him. The worse the injury, the harder it is on him. If rushed, it is harder on him.

The first two members of Dramill's found family are Flame (left, she/her) and Smokey (right, he/him). They are twins and both raging homosexuals. If you couldn't guess, they are fire elemental dragons. Dramill found them after their mother was killed by humans and they were attacked a few weeks later.

Flame: Cold exterior, aloof, nonchalant nature, but has a good heart underneath. Too cool for you. Has tattoo sleeves on both arms, nose stud on the right nostril to match her twin's, undercut on the right side.

Smokey: Sarcastic, covers feelings with humor. Has several piercings: multiple ear piercings, double eyebrow piercing on the right side, nose stud on left nostril, nipple piercings, and a stud tongue piercing. All gold colored.

Last two members of Dramill's found family are Frost (left, he/him) and Iceberg (right, any pronouns). Biological siblings and, you guessed it, ice dragons. Iceberg was abandoned by their parents for being a runt; Frost followed his father on a hunch and refused to abandon Iceberg, so he was also disowned. Frost took care of Iceberg on his own until Dramill, Flame, and Smokey found them.

Frost: somewhat introverted and slow to trust others. Fiercely loyal and protective.

Iceberg: Not very good at fighting, doesn't particularly enjoy doing it. Has a lot of confidence interacting with humans.

Okay our first human this is the one i was talking about who is the daughter of Baby's First OC and her preexisting character husband. If you can figure out who the preexisting character is I might have to delete my blog. This is Mary (she/her) she is the daughter of a big name CEO and is set to inherit the company. Mary is confident and smart, which she has to be as she's somewhat famous. She stumbled across Dramill squatting in the forest that technically belongs to her father and eventually befriends the whole squad. She uses her influence to promote coexistence between dragons and humans.

And yeah, Frost is her love interest, this ship has been canon for like 15 years and now it's actually thought out dynamic wise

Next is Chadsworth (right, he/him) who was made as a joke character for 12 year old me but now actually has character traits. Early on his whole deal was he had a massive one-sided crush on Mary and was like obsessed with her. That still kind of happened but he was like 13 and is ashamed about it.

He grew up very poor and later entered the foster program. It was Not Great and he ran away, briefly living on the streets until he befriended a girl who was taking culinary lessons from a woman with fairly-successful catering company. The woman let him stay and he was very helpful with cleaning and chores; when he got a little older she paid him so now he cleans for a living. Chadsworth met Mary when she and her mom were picking up and order. They became friends, but Chadsworth soon developed an unhealthy crush on her-- that was less a crush and more idolization and envy of her life, but he wouldn't unpack this for several years. Frost fuckin' hates him because of this. Chadsworth later apologized to her and Frost but it doesn't matter Frost despises him.

As the picture gives away his love interest is Smokey which is a more recent development (thanks, the sims)

Last one this is JunTae (they/them) who was not in the childhood toys and made semi-recently. I was messing around in the sims... They weren't made to be Dramill's love interest but stumbled into that role. They are a shadow dragon from the forests around Korea (hence the name) who was born into a clan that hates humans. They didn't know any other way until their clan was fighting Dramill and them and Frost beat them up almost real bad until Dramill stopped him; Dramill healed them and they saw their found family dynamic and was like ??? They're like you know if you want to leave like look us up we'll help you, think about it, and eventually they did. Iceberg picked out the name JunTae

JunTae used to be scared of humans and is now curious to learn but still cautious. Good friends with Dramill and Iceberg. Self-conscious and anxious but wants to help. Calls Dramill "Millie" and is the only one allowed to (because Dramill's got a big fat crush on them)

[brekkie-e]

Was doing an Aggie with some friends and it got out of hand. But! Now I have a line up of my current BG3 custom party. Girl squad supremacy.

A divorcee, a house wife, and a bottle of pepto bismal walk into a bar…. Oop I mean wake up on a nautiloid.

OC info under the cut.

Anathema is a high elf wizard. Well, she will be. She’s only scraping by because Wizard 101 was a mandatory class during her secondary school years. She’s about 350 years old, just discovered her scumbag politician husband has been covering up his affairs by trading his mistresses souls to a devil in exchange for political influence. Naturally, she found a contract with her name on it as well. The poor thing was running away when the Mindflayer’s caught her.

She’s an archivist who keeps plants as a hobby. Deathly afraid of any and all animals. 10/10 stands on chairs when she sees a mouse. Naturally she’s romancing Halsin.

Epione is a grown up street rat. Unbeknownst to her, she’s a cambion born from Mephistophole’s latest plot to overthrow Azmodeus. He’s trying to collect a whole bunch of divine soul sorcerer’s for some nefarious reasons, and ended up making an elite force of off spring in the process. There are 7, naturally based off the seven deadly sins. Epi’s oldest brother decided he didn’t want to participate in his dad’s messed up plans anymore, so when he was sent to collect her after her mother died in child birth… he delivered her to an orphanage instead. Her wings were cropped by the headmistress there for better or worse. She ran away when she was about 7 and lived on the streets of Baldur’s Gate ever since. She doesn’t know much about where she came from, but she’s trying her best. This is an insanely condensed version of the story XD. Chaotic little cinnamon roll, wild magic sorcerer who’s going to eventually get a few levels of bard so that she can have vicious mockery and cutting word.

Epi is about 226. She’s intended to be the chaotic good that balances out Astarion’s chaotic bad.

Neriah is the answer to the question “what if Molly Weasley were a dnd character.” She’s happily married, the mother of 8 children, and a crochet connoisseur. Legally adopting all the companions. Being kidnapped by Mindflayers has provided her the first day off she’s had in 26 years. She began looking at it like a bit of a vacation. Up until she realized she’d have her hands full just as badly with the companions, if not worse considering she raised her children with manners. She’s a paladin, and I’ve yet to decide if she’s going to be oath of devotion (with the oath being focused on her returning to her children) or oath of vengeance (with it being focused on ripping off the heads of those who thought they could separate her from her kids.)

Neriah is a half elf, and she’s about 85.

[artsycrapfromsai]

Legit following for your OC and Astarion comic to make sure I don't miss any potential updates. I'd love to know more about her though if you wanna share ^_^

LJSKJHFJHSDGD HELLO

To be very clear, i have no idea if I'll draw anymore with Amaryllis and Astarion djvjjgf it was very spur of the moment

That said, i might but i can't make any promises fjhcjjvc

And thank you aaaaaaa im so glad you like my comics and OC enough to follow for them 😭💕💕💕

I actually have a whole tag dedicated to her!! Just look at #Amaryllis on my blog!!

But the tl;dr of it is that in her main DnD campaign, she's a homebrew mix! Her race is Flowershifter (type of non hostile Fey) and Brightmaid (unborn child blessed by s unicorn- basically, she's a unicorn girl), and her class is muscle wizard

She grew up very isolated with her adopted dad in the Fey Wilds, bc hunters and poachers would try to capture or kill her for being a Brightmaid. (Brightmaids being easier to kill than unicorns, especially children)

Her dad taught her how to fight aggressively to protect herself, and she busied herself with reading everything she could (not very much 😔), and by making clothes.

They had very few materials, but her dad would go and find some for her, and it became one of the few ways she could express herself. She wanted to make cute clothes for herself so bad, so she learned how

She struggles a lot with understanding emotions (showing them specifically), and grew up extremely lonely. She ran away from home bc the loneliness was basically killing her, and she was finally too curious. Plus she wanted to prove that she was strong enough to protect herself now.

She longed to learn about everything she could - people, places, history, everything

But she starts out really socially awkward and unaware of a lot of societal norms (like flirting). she longs to make friends and often tries by giving them gifts (which doesn't always work in the main campaign, bc she's Fey, and some think she's trying to gain a favor)

Amaryllis loves reading, learning, sewing, fighting/sparring (she is extremely stubborn about winning), cute things, bunnies, strawberries, and cuddling/hugs/physical affection in general (bc she only got it from her dad and wanted friends to share that with)

Her dad couldn't kiss her on the forehead bc of her horn, so he kissed her cheek, and so she internalized that as a way to show people she cares about affection!!

Amaryllis is extremely demi-sexual and demi-romantic, so it takes a long time for her to like someone romantically djhcjcx which is honestly why me n my friend went with Astarion as her love interest in the playthrough with her, and if i do draw more comics, it would be a slow burn for them all fjvchchc

She's also in a polycule with 5 other boyfriends currently, her main love interest being Percival (who has a lot of similarities to Astarion fjhfjhg) and i have a ton of art of them on my blog

Aaaaa that's all i can think about right now!! Thank you for the ask!!

[waltsmest]

Speaking of my art

✨️I want to share with u some sketches with my new Monster High g3 original character and their story

🌟Meet Min, a child of a mimic (unknown which one)

Pronounce: any, but mostly uses they/them

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There are some details in the design, which Min mimicked from mimics from media, bc they don't know who are their parents and what Min is even suppose to be

Before Min mimicked anything for their appearance, they was something grayish with human alike shape. Not cool huh

So, Min took some clothes, front teeth and ears from Glitchtrap and used fur colour as the hair colour (when they played the fnaf vr they got really inspired by mimic from fnaf)

With time, Min find out about mimic in My Little Pony, so they mimicked the horn, a part of an year (so technically just recollected the already existing part of), bow from the tail for the bowtie, eye colour (they didn't make their eyes a crystals, like the mlp mimic, but they are still really sparkly) and parts of the mane colours for some of their hair streaks

As the time went, Min discovered another mimic in media. A DnD mimic. Bc Min didn't had many friends for that time, they didn't played DnD, but read a lot about it. Most commonly used image for the DnD mimic is the "chest" looking one, so Min mimicked sharp teeth to the triangle parts on their clothes, sharp teeth (but Glitchtraps front ones remain), a wooden texture for the arm and made a bag, that looks like a chest mimic

When Min got in Monster high school, they they didn't quietly understand how to start being friends with somebody there.

They decided firstly to just watch what is even going on there. And one time they saw Cleo. Her skin was so shiny and sparky, Min loves sparky things. So they asked Cleo that she is beautiful and if Min can mimic her skin. At first Cleo was confused, but asked what is even "mimic" is and Min mimicked it quickly and showed how does it look. Cleo liked how her skin colour and sparkles lookes on Min, so she said "of course you can keep it like that, i like it"

With time, Min began to be friend with other gouls, like Frankie, Goulia, Clawdeen, Draculaura and Twyla

Min can mimic only appearance, no powers. So unicorn horn has no magic, they have no "glitching" powers and other stuff

Soooo yeah, I made a story about mimicking Cleo's skin bc I want to make an ooak/custom, by using g3 Cleo as a base :)

I was really inspired by mimics in media, u can tell. Especially when i made an art with mlp mimic as fnaf mimic for my mlp-fnaf au. I didn't kinda include the original true form of the fnaf mimic, bc Min would be definitely thinking like "nah, I already was gray, cmoooon. Boriiiiing"

Idk then I will make a custom of my oc, but I already ordered a base and boots, so now I'm waiting for them to arrive

I'm sorry for soooo many text here and if there is any mistakes in grammar. English is nor my first language and it's already 5 am and an air raid alarm (typical for Ukraine😭), my brain is not braining really

And yes, there are some layers to protect my sketches from Ai, idk if it's really working, buuuuut I really hate Ai, so I hope this stuff works against it

Thanks for reading 🩷

[wisp-of-chaos]

OC Kiss Week 2024 - Day 1

GUYS ITS HAPPENING! OC Kiss Week is upon us!!!

This is the very first event of the sort I ever participated in and damn have I been excited for this!!! This was a challenging but amazing experience and I'm happy and content with how my little snippets turned out!

I decided to stick to the prompt list and worked through all of them while trying not to breach the 1k words mark too much.

My sumbmissions to the event may be a little controversal however, since I decided to have two Illithid OC's (one of my own and another one borrowed from a dear friend who gave me their approval and blessings lol) kiss, who are a race of aberrations from the DnD universe and don't have any actual or functioning mouths which added a little more challenge to this event! Instead of a traditional kiss, I settled on headbutts for them because I think that's equally cute and less utilized as a show of affection. Especially in a romantic setting.

All my OC Kiss Week prompt pieces are set in the Squidlings AU (a thing a few friends and myself came up with) which is a asian themed setting and has my own OC as a single father of two little troublemakers. He is packed to the brim with trauma and issues and trying to sort through all that and battle his dark past while rising them and trying not to fall for this awfully nice stranger.

With that being said, enjoy my very first entry for the OC Kiss Week under the cut (for ease of scrolling) or over here on Ao3!

Also a huge shoutout to @unaarista and @sumi-sprite who helped create this wonderful AU!

Day 1 - Almost

Eating breakfast with Larik quickly became a habit.

… and then lunch. And then dinner.

Both Coal and Omeluum insisted on his presence or they would refuse to east anything, no matter what Vlassk tried to convince them otherwise.

Omeluum would start to cry and Coal throw a tantrum, resulting in their brain slices ending up everywhere but their stomachs. And in the end, Vlassk had to give in. It was annoying at first, all of his muscles and limbs bristling and tense and his eye watching Larik very closely while in the vicinity of his kids but with time, things changed.

Larik wasn’t a threat. Neither to his kids nor him and soon enough, Vlassk found himself relaxed and calm whenever the much taller illithid entered the room. And was even looking forward to meeting him – not that he would ever admit that, though.

It was during one of their collaborative dinners, when it happened.

Vlassk was busy feeding Omeluum while shooting side glances at Larik – who was handling the much squirmier and stubborn Coal – now and then to make sure all was in order and going well.

His treacherous little heart fluttered at the sight of his child in Larik’s arms and how careful he was with him. His tentacles formed a solid sling that cradled Coal to his chest while one arm was securely wrapped around his small body for extra support and to keep him somewhat under control and from climbing up his shoulders and onto his head.

Coal grabbed for his face and giggled while Larik cooed and purred and carefully fed him.

Vlassk felt the tips of his tentacles tingling and his eyes growing soft and almost sighed. He was startled by that small sound trying to escape his throat and gave a quick shake of his head before brushing that odd feeling inside his chest aside and going back to feeding Omeluum.

The process of giving his twins their food was far easier and quicker with Larik’s assistance than when he had done it all on his own, and Vlassk couldn't help but be grateful for that. A little bit, at least.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t manage on his own but with Larik things certainly seemed easier. Especially since Mar’reen had their own things and duties to attend to and rarely had time for helping him with such mundane things nowadays.

Another thing that Vlassk would never admit out loud, but which was nevertheless true was that me missed Mar’reen and their attention. They had been the first person to show genuine care and concern and worry for him and it had been all too easy to get addicted to it. And now that they weren't solely responsible for his well being and that of his children anymore, they had other patients to tend to.

This time, Vlassk didn’t mind the sigh escaping him. It was a small, tired sound; like the gray haze clouding over his thoughts, but easily breached and brushed aside when Omeluum’s mind nudged at his own and the little squidling made an inquiring chirp and tilted its head in confusion.

Vlassk blinked, then chuckled and leaned down to nuzzle the small face. He sent a wave of reassuring fondness, inlaid with the mental message of “Everything is alright. No worries, my dear” to the small, still developing mind twining and mingling with his own and saw Omeluum’s face changing back to a relaxed state.

Its big, bright eyes softened and grew heavy with exhaustion as its tentacles wriggled and knotted into each other. Vlassk chuckled and purred at the cute display and felt a small hand grasping for his face but missing and settling for a tentacle instead.

Adorable, he thought with another controlled burst of affection and care as he pulled the little one tighter against his chest. And then, he felt a change in Coal’s and Larik’s minds.

Coal’s thoughts halted for a mere second before lighting up with an idea which sparked a rush of curious determination. Larik made a noise of surprise and then- …

“Ow!”

Vlassk winced when he felt a spike of pain from Larik and lifted his head off of Omeluum and turned to look what his little troublemaker of a son had done this time.

Larik’s eyes were squinted and his shoulders tense and still as he held onto Coal with one hand and a spoon with the other while said kid tightly held onto one of his tentacles and chewed on it.

Vlassk couldn’t help but snort. Coal really didn’t seem to grow out of that habit, no matter what they tried to tell him that – more often than not – it was rather dangerous to shove something into his mouth.

He mentally reached out for Larik’s mind and skimmed over the outer edges to asses the damage his son was doing and was relieved to find that it was barely more than a pesky nibble. Still, it was bad manners and downright rude to chew on someone else and Vlassk had to do something about it.

Rising from his seat, Vlassk moved closer to them and adjusted his hold on Omeluum to free one of his tentacles.

“Now, now”, he cooed at Coal as he patted his head with said tentacle and carefully reached for Larik’s trapped limb. “Uncle Larik may look tasty but he’s not here to be eaten, Coal.”

He felt a snicker from Coal and a jolt of surprise from Larik but paid neither much mind as he gently pried the tentacle out of Coal’s grasp and mouth. The little squidling resisted for a bit and tightened his little hands but Vlassk’s tentacle on his head slid down to his back and rubbed encouraging circles around his spine.

“Uncle Larik may refuse to eat with us again if he’s the one on the menu”, Vlassk tried again with words and that finally did it. He felt recognition and understanding from Coal and the barest hint of regret before his hands unfurled and let go of Larik’s tentacle and allowed it to slip out of his mouth.

Vlassk purred and gave him a few more head pats. “Such a good squidling”, he cooed and nudged his tiny mind with warm, proud approval which had Coal blinking and squirming and giggling.

When he lifted his head to make sure Larik was fine and to apologize for Coal’s behavior however, he was surprised by the blank, dreamy look in his eyes and the fuzzy state of his mind.

Vlassk blinked and slowly waved a tentacle in front of his face. “Larik?”, he tentatively asked, wondering if Coal accidentally had pierced skin and damaged some nerves. “Are you-”

He yelped when his tentacle suddenly – and without warning – was grabbed and held. Vlassk flinched and tried to recoil and get away but the hold on his limb was too firm to have it budge and slip free.

His breathing quickened and his heart pounded against his chest as his mind began to race and swirl and boil with emotions and resurfacing memories but before anything serious could happen, Larik’s hold on him loosened. It didn’t vanish completely but at least Vlassk didn’t feel trapped anymore and his anxiety began to calm down again.

He forced himself to breathe deep and evenly. This is fine, he reminded himself. He was free and safe and this wasn’t him. This was Larik, whom he had meet barely a month ago and who had so cheekily stolen his kinds hearts and now had the audacity to touch him without a warning or asking first!

Vlassk’s mind bristled and sizzled and he grimaced as his tentacles quivered angrily. He was about to slap and snap at Larik when he blinked and his eyes changed. Focus returned to them, along with something else – something, that had Vlassk’s breath hitching and his heart stuttering.

He was stunned by that peculiar look in his amber eyes and couldn’t find the strength in him to look away as the tentacle on his own softly caressed it and send a shiver down his spine. Something in the back of his mind tingled.

He watched with widening eyes and fluttering heart when Larik moved; leaned closer and tilted his head as if to rest it against Vlassk’s and a jolt of excited surprise raced through his veins and lit them ablaze.

Vlassk didn’t know what was happening but it felt important – special – and he didn’t dare to interrupt as Larik came closer. Inch by inch and at an agonizingly slow pace as if waiting for Vlassk to pull back and retreat.

He didn’t. He watched and waited and allowed whatever Larik was doing; his throat running dry and his mind tightening and tensing until it felt as if it was about to snap. And then …

… then the door flew open and Mar’reen entered the room and just as unexpected and sudden as that weird moment between Vlassk and Larik had started, it ended.

Both of them made a small noise and jumped apart. Vlassk felt his face heating and paling while he sensed a similar reaction from Larik's mind, mixed with guilt and a touch of sad regret.

Mar’reen’s thoughts however, were sharp and suspicious and smug as they asked: “Did I interrupt something?”

The squidlings squealed and giggled.

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oh while I'm asking in the ask box. any way we could get a quick n dirty masterpost for some of the ocs you're most into?

OMG this took me FOREVER! Sorry about the delay, I got way too excited to do this and spent way too much time on it. I just stuck to flats because I was already taking so long, but I included all my PCs from various games and a few of my favorite NPCs from my favorite player characters. They are *roughly* listed with more information in order of most to least favorite (although I love them all) after the text break! Fair warning, some stories got kinda dark, so proceed with caution as there is gore, violence, and substance abuse mentions below.

Cleo’s DnD Characters!

Davhace “Stonearm” Turen

Age: 54 Level: 10 (leveled up since drawing this) Class: Swashbuckler Rogue (5)/Champion Fighter (5) Race: Svirfneblin (Deep Gnome)

Stonearm is my favorite character I have ever made or played. She is so fun and sad, it is really fun to play with. She was found by her adoptive parents when she was around 8 with two unrecognizable dead bodies and a sword, with no memories. The couple assumed the bodies were her parents and took her in. They had previously adopted two other kids, first a boy (5) and second a girl (10), so Stonearm was the last but fell in the middle. they noticed that on her left side, her fingers were stone up to the first knuckle. They took her in and eventually found someone to help train her with the sword, as they thought it was a very important part of her story. Her parents have her the first name Davhace, but gnomes really only use nicknames so they called her Cranta (complete in Gnomish) and her siblings called her Aithwen (sword in Gnomish.) The stone grew, leading to other gnomes calling her Stonearm, but she hated the name and it meant a lot to her that her family did not ever call her that. She is extremely self-destructive and easily has a good time ruined. She has trouble enjoying things and consciously would choose the wrong thing to do on purpose, leading to a lot of bad streaks as a child. It was really hard for her parents to address this behavior and to help her make better choices, but she was impossible and kept getting deeper into vices and small crimes. She would disappear for a few days at a time and they could not find her, but she would quietly come back. She very easily slips into really bad emotional states, which caused her behavioral issues. When she was 16 she ran away for real and found Belusog ar Anord, a Gnomish gang. She traveled with them for 6 years, eventually dating the "leader," Aitha. She left the group when she was 21 because she got arrested to let all of her friends get away from drow guards. She got sent to Velkynvelve for 33 years before breaking out with the rest of the party at the campaign start. During the campaign, she learned that her arm was actually turning to ooze, but her birth parents had served Segojan Earthcaller, and he was turning the ooze into stone to help her. Juiblex, the demon lord of slime and ooze, was trying to talk to her but she was able to get the blessing of the Earthcaller, removing the demon's hold on her and restoring her arm (it had been worsening quickly.) She found out that in the time that she was in jail her city, Blingdenstone, got taken over by a tyrant named the Puddin King. 10 years before the campaign, the city launched a revolution attempt in which Stonearm's brother and three of the five other members of Belusog ar Anord died. There was a sickness in the city that was slowly killing people, and her mom as was sick. Stonearm reconnected with her ex amid all the chaos happening in the city and tried to figure out if they really could have a future together. She had to assume a position as a leader in the city and learn about the legacy of the chosen of the Earthcaller in a few weeks. A bunch of really, truly terrible stuff happened to her and she lost her sobriety. She also died right after finding out her brother died and had to be revived but the method of revivification messed with her Earthcaller sword and her arm before she got his blessing. They saved the city but she felt very useless in the process. Her gf ran away before she could talk to her after the battle and the party left Blingdenstone. The first night out of the city, they got captured by a cult. She recognized the city they were brought to and used a sending stone to message her sister to message Aitha to see if she was nearby. She was, and is helping them right now, but asked Stonearm to come home with her to the surface after. Stonearm's tattoos are my favorite part of her design and I love adding to them, especially in game. Stonearm has been carrying a ring around for a while, and I am leaving the game so she will leave with Aitha.

Arilin "Aitha" Pembleamble

Aitha means "to prick or sting" in Gnomish, and Stonearm calls her Caithi (kiss.) Aitha is two years older than Stonearm and three years younger than Peak. The Pembleamble's dad was abusive. One day when Aitha was 6, their mom broke and killed their dad. She and Peak saw everything. Their mom went to jail and the kids were sent to the orphanage then ran away so they would not be separated. They chose their own last name together. Eventually, they picked up more party members, Stonearm being the last to join. Aitha was the unofficial leader of the group, but Stonearm generally challenged her the most. Stonearm always felt safer around Aitha and slept way better around her (Stonearm has a lot of sleeping issues.) When Aitha was 21 and Stonearm was 19, Stonearm kissed her to shut her up in an argument where Aitha was mad Stonearm took a hit for her in a fight. They were purely physical for a while but eventually they fell in love. Aitha got really mad at Stonearm for "leaving" when she got arrested. When Stonearm found her after getting to Blingdenstone, she immediately offered to help her without any hesitation and without having to be asked. Aitha at this point owned a bar and ran the "Rouge Fold," a criminal group that ran drugs to the surface. When they spoke about their future and how they would work together, Aitha refused to float the idea of trying to get sober, which was not great. Despite this they established that whatever they did they would do together and that they would work together. After the battle, Aitha thought that Stonearm needed to go with the party and didn't want to stop that, so she left a note for Stonearm and ran. When Aitha showed up to help Stonearm later, she was guilty drunk and obviously felt horrible about it.

Relin "Peak" Pembleamble

Peak got his name from always operating at "Peak" performance. He has a -2 INT and a -1 WIS, but is a great fighter/barbarian. He follows Aitha most of the time, affectionately calling her Gumri (Gnomish for problem.) When they were teenagers, he met a gnomish girl named Tag and brought her around. Tag eventually joined Belusog ar Anord and was the one who designed the symbol they all have tattooed on their right hand. Tag and Peak loved each other but were never brave enough to commit to it. Tag died in the first revolution attempt, and Peak saved Aitha (but she did lose her right arm.) Peak has always been supportive of Stonearm and after a bit of their dating started to trust her. He occasionally would offer her advice with his sister, but mostly he just threatened her if she hurt her. He was invited by Stonearm to spend a lot more time with her family, as they are very open and he didn't have anyone besides Aitha and Stonearm.

Quissa "Cwess" Turen

Cwess is a recent nickname Stonearm gave Quissa, it means "proverb." Quissa is the head cleric of their city's temple to the Earthcaller. When she was little, most people called her Bean. Cwess was the second adopted of the siblings but is the oldest. She is very kind and has become very focused and effective. She led the first revolution attempt, which caused a lot of problems between her and Aitha because they blamed each other for losing their loved ones. They have been able to put that aside and worked together for the new revolution. Cwess for a while resented Stonearm for being chosen by their god without having been devout. She saw that Stonearm made poor and selfish decisions and she worked hard and was good, but by birthright, Stonearm was a member of the Earthcaller's chosen. Eventually, they got through this, and Cwess apologized for being hostile and resentful towards Stonearm over a blessing she didn't ask for. Now that the city is free, Cwess is going to explore the Underdark and spend some time with herself.

Pyre Miorvrois

Age: 18. Level: 11 Class: Ascendant Dragon Monk Race: Fire Genasi (base unknown)

Left at the Monastery as a baby, Pyre grew up never being told why she was separated from her family. She was raised primarily by a couple, Utror Tussay Igen, the Champion and the Powerful One, and Arakli, Cleric of the Dragon Cycle, but the entire monastery had a hand in her rearing. Utror is the Grand Master of the monastery and the only monk to have completed two "Claimings." The Monastery is dedicated to maintaining what they call the “Dragon Cycle.” They believe that a dragon never truly dies. They do not have to return as the same type of dragon, or with the same alignment, they retain little to no memories from previous lives. The monks consider themselves the law keepers of dragons. They either kill or ally with dragons to keep the powerful beings in check. They speak in draconic at the Monastery. Once they have trained to their Shodan (beginner belt), they are eligible to go on their Claiming. When knowledge of a dragon reaches the Monastery, it is all recorded and organized in the archives. A student ready to Claim will be assigned this dragon and sent on their claiming, if multiple are eligible, it is whoever seems the fittest for the dragon, based on the knowledge known. At this point, they take the name of the dragon as their last name and are sent off to find and make contact. They are encouraged to meet and create an adventuring party, allies are good to the Monastery and, if their mission ends with a fight, backup is good. Pyre was always extremely high-energy, managing to piss off many of the older monks, but she was always just too sweet to stay mad at. As if her father being the Grand Master of the Monastery wasn’t enough to put pressure on her as she starts her claiming, he is the only monk to have completed two Claimings, taking two names and claiming two titles. Pyre was sent off with only the name Miorvrois to go off of. The monks were concerned about the dragon because it was so unusual and suspicious to not find more information. Pyre does not get along with one of her party members in particular but is very committed to her quest. She has found that her dragon is "The Dragon of the Masquerade," and was given the role of Jack the Giant Slayer in the past. The entity called the Library is forcing people into fairy tales, and the dragon ate all the old giants (who were big compared to her.) Now, Jack's role has been passed to Pyre, and the giant's role to Miorvrois. Pyre can basically email her parents with paper birds, and they are very concerned with the previously unknown size of the task that lies before their young daughter (this manifests in letters that are very funny to the players.) Pyre is also fully Charlie Kelly conspiracy red string and is 98% sure that her dragon is the dragon that destroyed Kryn (from before she did that) and that they are in a time before the spell plague right now. Pyre's skin is made of ash, so her tattoos are actually brands because her skin would not take ink and reacted to burns interestingly. She found this out by accidentally burning her hand as a child after her parents said not to touch really hot stuff and she was like, I'm made of fire nothing will happen I'm not listening to you! Unfortunately, I won't get any resolution for Pyre's story as am I leaving the campaign.

Utror Tussay Igen, the Champion and the Powerful One

A very put-together yuan-ti man, Utor lacks ears and has green skin. He was also left at the monastery as a baby, but his adoptive father was much more open with him about it (which makes Pyre more suspicious of why he wouldn't tell her about her origins.) Despite his father, Robin Lord of the Blue, being very easygoing and chill, Utror was always very up-tight and rigid. He loves order and does well now being a moral enforcer of the rules, as part of his job as Grand Master. He met Arakli when he was 16 and Arakli was 17, and they did not get along. When he came back from his first Claiming at 18 they realized that they had grown closer and liked each other. He got married at 21 and adopted Pyre at 35. When she was four, he went on his second Claiming. He was not happy to claim another dragon, but saw it as his responsibility as a high-ranking master who was probably the strongest and most able, as there was no one ready to start their claiming and the threat was very large. He did not complain and his only hesitation before accepting the task (without being asked) was to make sure everything would be set up for his family while he was gone and in case he didn't return. He came back scarred but in one piece and eventually rose to lead the monastery. He is quieter and more stoic but loves his family deeply.

Arakli, Cleric of the Dragon Cycle

Arakli is the charismatic son of a noble Seldarine half-drow family. He was a party kid who did not get along with his rude, prissy family. He ran away as a teen, eventually drunkenly stumbling upon the monastery. He traded chores for a bed for a while, before eventually chilling out and starting to train under the very, very old cleric that was there at the time. Because of his jovial and rambunctious nature, Utror fucking hated him at first, and he hated Utror for being so uptight and a stick in the mud. Arakli came around to Utror first and would try to be friendly to him after a while. Their relationship turned into aggressive banter, but they both would have vehemently denied that they would ever be able to not hate each other. When Utror left on his Claiming, Arakli didn't realize why he was so anxious at first. Their getting together after the Claiming was kind of awkward, as at that age Utror still kind of struggled to put aside his pride enough to admit he had been wrong about Arakli. Having been so disapproving towards Arakli, admitting that he had grown so much and become someone that Utror both trusted and really cared about required him to be much more vulnerable than he was used to, but he has never once regretted it. Leading up to their wedding ceremony, Utror gently asked if Aralki wanted to reach out to his family but he was very against this. Utor did not push this or think Arakli should have invited them or anything, he just wanted to make sure that Arakli had the option in case he wanted to take it. As a parent, Arakli is much more laid back and goofy than Utror, but he still enforces strong morals and supports Utror well. Arakli was not happy that Utor went on a second claiming, as he had already completed his “dues” and Pyre was four, but he understood and supported him. He ut up a little protest at Pyre getting branded, but she was very confidently okay with it so he dropped it quickly.

Rowan Sipreet

Rowan was born a human and turned into a werewolf at a young age. When Elturel fell, their family was on the outskirts of what was left on the material plane. Their family died, but the draconic monks who resided nearby found them while doing damage control and search and rescue. The monks took them in, Utror and Aralki especially watching them. Rowan was asked by Arakli to watch over Pyre when she was adopted. They use their divination wizard magic to do this, which Arakli is uncomfortable with but like they are doing what he asked. Rowan has some of the monastic tattoos but got away with as few as they were allowed to get. Pyre only actually met Rowan when the campaign started somehow, but Pyre loves them so much. They are her best friend. Rowan is the only DM-created NPC in this post, but they are very important to Pyre and her backstory.

Vesryn “Ener” Ayen

Age: 117 Level: 11 Class: Phantom Rogue Race: Kalashtar (Elf base)

I play Vesryn in two campaigns, for ease, I refer to them as the Baggage and Ryn timelines. In both, her middle name refers to the Quori spirit she is bound to. Her people are Kalashtar, dual souls, one elven and one dream spirit. They keep the spirits very, very secret both to protect the spirits and to protect themselves. In the Ryn timeline she is from the Feywild, so keeping her Quori name secret also protects her from Fey. In both timelines, her father is the chief of the city, and she is an heir. When the chief dies, everyone they have appointed as an heir enters a fight to the death, anything goes competition. The heirs can either renounce heirdom at this point, concede when they are obviously going to lose to another heir, stand until they are killed, or they can win. While Vesryn expects one of her siblings to renounce heirdom, she is not sure if the others will concede or force her to kill them. Not all of the chief's kids are heirs. The chief can appoint anyone they see as strong, capable, and good as an heir, which often happens to include their children because they are raised to be good leaders and fighters. Vesryn is the third oldest of the chief's kids but would refer to herself as the second oldest. Her oldest sibling, Aila, ran away 36 years ago under very suspicious circumstances. The family does not acknowledge her existence, so Vesryn knows she did something very bad if her parents won't address or acknowledge it after decades. One of her brothers, Aeson, is 37, and does not know his oldest sibling even exists, as he would have been too young to remember her and they would not have talked about her at all. Vesryn's parents separated around when her brother Arel came of age (he was around 100. Vesryn and him have the smallest age gap of any of her siblings: only 6 years.) Both parents have new partners and children, leading to a total of 10-11 (in Baggage her mother is pregnant, in Ryn she has already had the baby) siblings, half-siblings, and step-siblings. Because the elven Kalashtar live to be 1,000, the kids are often born very far apart. Her story hook is that she has been having nightmares of her city being destroyed for months, and her people take dreams incredibly seriously. Her father has sent her to the material plane to decipher these and solve the problem. In Baggage, the dreams include hideous flesh monsters, in Ryn it is a dark smoke accompanied by alternating types of massive death (plague, undead, war, famine, etc.) In Ryn, Vesryn will have a romance with the changing bard PC played by my best friend (the PC, Naya, has nicknamed her Ryn.) Time moves much more quickly in the Feywild here, so the few months before the game started were years for her family. That game is much newer than Baggage, we have only played a few sessions. I joined Baggage late into the campaign, so we have addressed some really fun dream stuff in her city, and now she is helping with the end game, fighting the litch responsible for the flesh monsters. She believes Aila to have been somehow dragged into this and corrupted.

Toimeen Panija

Age: 41 Level: 7 Class: Thaumaturge Race: Mostly Elf Half-Elf

Toimeen is my Pathfinder character! She is a very elven half-elf who grew up on the edges of the Empire. Her mom died when she was 7 and her sister, Viine, was 4. When she was 27, her dad died in a farming accident. They had extended family in the town, but Viine and her moved to a big city, Dunwall after. She started dating a half-elven man named Darith after a few years in the city, and Viine started dating a woman named Kaly. After studying and saving up, she started to study at the arcane university to join the elite squad of thaumaturges and magi that worked for the Empire, and her sister started working to become a scholar. She got married to Darith after around a year of enrollment in the University. Two years later, her sister was killed. Because they were not rich or powerful, the guard did not really care. Despite Toimeen pestering them, they didn't do anything, so Toimeen started ignoring her studies in favor of looking into it. She found her husband's family ring, a rip of fabric that matched one of his tunics, and other assorted clues in the room of Viine's house where she was killed. She couldn't figure out a motive but was convinced of his guilt after she discovered Darith's alibi was false. Toimeen arranged for them to leave the city and go to the countryside. She killed him and ran from the city, using her skills to become a traveling mercenary. She found an occult temple sword in a crypt while fighting a monster. Now it has been 6 years, and she's starting to make a few new friends (the party.) They just found out that her killing her husband is the reason why she is can't go back to Dunwall and she is so nervous around members of the city's guard. She is assumed dead in Dunwall right now but she knew a lot of guard members and thaumaturges/magi, so if any of them were to see her she would be in trouble. The party just got the deed to Blackwood Manor in the town of Mournhold, which is so obviously haunted so the bard and Toimeen are very excited. The bard's occult magic interacts weirdly with Toimeens, recently causing her temple sword to become a scythe. Besides the party, she is friends with a member of a smugglers guild, a noblewoman, and tries to check on Kaly, her sister's girlfriend every so often.

Lopun Landosis

Age: 0? Level: no levels in the Laughing Moon System Class: Mage, but no classes in Laughing Moon Race: Sinowen Elf (Drow) (former Bandiar)

Lopun was my first character in the Laughing Moon system and setting. This was where I met one of my groups! We all were brought back as bandiar (resurrected heroes, the word means fate bound in-universe) to serve the Wheelhouse, the entity keeping the broken world together in the third age. Her base race was the equivalent of drow, and she had spent her first life fighting underground in a territory war against the deep dwarves. She also had two younger sisters that she was responsible for. She used chaos magic, which is very risky but has big rewards. She died in the first age because her magic blew up in her face. Her use of chaos magic (and selfishness in that she would endanger herself and the party for knowledge or new spells) caused lots of rifts between her and party members, so she became a loner. The group was okay with her though, we made sure she wasn't selfish or divisive to the point of being a bad character to play with. Eventually, the wheelhouse almost nuked her for not obeying it. Later, the whole party was kicked out of the order and returned to their base races instead of bandiar. The party TPKed to save the world, but the child that knew the party had made a deal for them to be resurrected with their old loved ones from their touchstone lives in order to have an actually good life. When he was old and dying, he called them all together and in doing so they got most of their memories back. Lopun now has a husband and three kids, the youngest of whom is named after a party member. He was not brought back, but his name had appeared in her dreams before she got her memories back. She has two girls (both 7) and a son (baby.) She still researches magic, but is much more chill now.

Promise

Age: 20s Level: 1 Class: Paladin Race: Tiefling

Promise is my newest character, I haven’t played her at all! She is purposefully ridiculously edgy. She has bat wings, patches of black scales, and no shadow. Her parents were adventurers, and her dad had a warlock pact. He ended up breaking the pact, unwilling to cross any more lines. He and his girlfriend settled down and got married. After some time, Promise was born (not with that name, I just haven’t figured out her birth one yet.) Her being born a Tiefling allowed the government to connect her father to demonic crimes, so the family went on the run, and she mostly grew up in this situation. Her parents lo he and treated her well, but it was a stressful upbringing. At some point, she found faith in the Raven Queen and allowed her to guide her. Fate is a promise, as are pacts. She is living proof that even with a broken pact a promise still exists, and that proof will continue as her whole bloodline is now cursed. As so much of her life is attached to promises, she took Promise as her virtue name. Despite her edgy backstory and appearance, she’s really pretty chill, happy, and go with the flow. She was made to fill a gap in a party that needed both a martial and a healer.

Karne d'Honaire (not pictured)

Age: 29 Level: 11 Class: Paladin Race: Scourge Aasimar

Karne is my backup for Pyre in Dementlieu. Karne was born to be a personal, specialized soldier to serve the Dutchess. She is not technically the Duchess's child, but she is her aasimar "divinity." She has been repeatedly broken and almost killed doing dangerous and secret missions for her "mother." Most notably, she broke her back a few years ago and it was months before the healers could get her walking again. If she gets used, Karne will join the story having just had a bit of a mental break and tearing away from the crown, finding the party as they pose the strongest opposition to the Dutchess. She is a follower, having always been forced to do exactly as told, so she will start being very subservient in the party.

Edryn Whitecaller (not pictured)

Age: 23 Level: 4 Class: Profane Soul Bloodhunter Race: Variant Tiefling

I really didn’t play her for very long but Edryn was awesome. For a while there was a party member named Egryn Whitecoak by complete coincidence 😂 Edryn grew up in a Tiefling safe hub, but it was raided she was 26. Adults were killed and teens/children were maimed, leaving Edryn without eyes or horns, and heavily damaging her wings. Eventually, she got a magical eye for one socket and made a deal with her devilish ancestor, gaining more powerful magic. If the campaign had continued, she wanted to find a healer with the regenerate spell in order to get her old body back.