#cleaned this up during my DnD session

[queerweirdness]

CW: mention of addiction

When Eddie got out of the hospital after being practically eaten by bats, he and Steve had started dating. It was going perfectly, the group had accepted them with open arms, Wayne was happy for them, and they had Steve’s entire house to themselves when they wanted it. It was going a little too perfectly for Eddie. He had been raised in poverty, with an abusive dad who gave him one hell of an addiction gene, and then moved in with his uncle, still in poverty but treated better. He wasn’t used to nice things and getting what he wanted. Steve was so nice and gave him whatever he wanted, despite Eddie’s protests.

He’s been out of the hospital for about two months now, his name has been cleared and his wounds have healed enough for him to move around. One of the first stops he made after being able to move again was to Rick’s, to get more supplies so he could keep dealing, after all, the money the government had given them was almost gone after buying a new trailer, new furniture, and new clothes. They had lost everything when the town split, so they had to repurchase everything. They only had a few hundred dollars left after everything was all said and done. He had to start selling again, it was his way of income. Wayne still had the job at the plant, one of the only things that didn’t get destroyed.

Rick had given him some stuff to sell to get himself back in business, and he was eternally thankful. He may have had to upcharge people, but he was getting the money. Eddie had forcefully gotten clean during his stay at the hospital. He hadn’t done anything other than smoke weed in the two months he's been out. That didn’t mean he was going to stop selling. Selling kept the lights on, the water working, and the trailer cooled against the summer heat. He couldn’t stop just because he stopped using.

Things with Steve were perfect, until he found out he was selling again. He tried to hide it at first, worried Steve would think he was using again, but it was kind of hard when the man was attached to his hip. He had come home from a dnd session one day to Steve sitting on his bed, looking pissed. “Is everything okay baby? You seem upset.” Eddie thought maybe he had a bad day at work, or his head was hurting again, never expecting the answer he got. “Eddie. Why is there ketamine in your closet? I thought you were clean. Did you lie to me?” Oh shit. “Baby I promise I'm clean. I’ve been dealing again. I started back up two weeks ago. I didn’t tell you because I was trying to avoid this. Trying to avoid you thinking I was using. I’m clean, I swear. I just sell them.” Steve visibly softened at that. “I’m glad you're clean, but why are you selling? After what happened?” Eddie took a deep breath. “What happened to Chrissy was not my fault. She was going to die anyway. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You know that. I have to sell Steve. I don't have a choice.” 

Steve looked pissed again. “No, it wasn’t your fault. But you have a choice. You don’t have to do this. Tell Rick that your deal is off. I don’t want you selling anymore. It is dangerous. Not only are you tempting yourself but what if someone hurts you? Or you see someone OD? What then?” Eddie scoffs “It’s not your choice. Rick isn't forcing me to sell for him. In fact, he tried to get me to stop selling when he found out I was clean. I’ve been selling since I was 12 Steve. You think I don't carry a knife?” Eddie carefully avoids the OD question. Steve knows that his mom died, but not how. He doesn’t know that Eddie watched her OD on their couch at the ripe age of 6. “What if someone has a gun?” “Then they get what they want. I’m smart enough to know whoever has the gun gets what they want.” “And if you see someone OD? What then?” Eddie scoffs. “Then I will call an ambulance and hightail it out of there. I’m not dumb Steve. And I'm not a child. You don’t have to worry about me.” 

“You’re acting like one. Why are you selling if you don’t have to? Do you really want the extra cash that bad?” That struck a nerve. “What extra cash Steve?! My money goes to the bills! I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don't exactly have nice things! I can’t afford them. And if I don't sell, we don't eat!” “Eddie. Calm down.” “Do not fucking tell me to calm down! Not everybody has a fucking trust fund Steve! Some of us barely eat!” “Wayne works a bunch of overtime at the plant. Where does all that money go?” “To the bills! He makes just over minimum wage! He has to feed me and himself, and now often you! He has to keep the lights on, the water on, the AC on! He can't do it by himself! You think I want to sell?! You think I want to help people ruin their lives?! Nobody wants to do this! But I have to. I don't have another choice. Eddie can feel the tears running down his face, the anger rising in his throat. “I don’t understand.” “No, you don't, and I'm so glad you don’t. But that's the thing. You’ve never had to live the way I have, so you don’t get to judge me for how I survive. I’m poor Steve. I’m just trying to survive.” 

“Okay. Okay. Just sit down and talk to me, yeah?” “Okay. I'm sorry for yelling, it's just that I've done this for so long. I know how to be safe. And I don't have a choice. I have to do this to pay the bills.” “Okay, you have to do this to earn money. Now, I mean this as nicely as possible but it's gonna come off kind of rude. Why not just get a job?” “Holy shit. You really don’t get it do you? My dad made a name for himself, and apparently for me. I was already on the rocks for just who my dad was, then I went and topped it off by getting accused of murder. Would you hire me? I tried to get a job. Nobody would hire me.” “Okay, yeah I forgot about your dad and the murder thing only made it worse. I get why you have to deal. Just, be safe. Please. And talk to me if you think about using again. I promise I'm here for you even if I never went through it.” “I know stevie, and thank you. I promise I'm being as safe as I can be. It;s not like I'm gonna get arrested. The chief of police basically adopted me.” “Fair point. Now come here. I hate fighting.”

Turns out things are still perfect with Steve, that was just a slight hiccup.

[being-addie]

How to have a productive study session.

When your finals are in 2 days, and you've definitely NOT studied enough, it's normal to panic. You sit down to study and get a solid 30 minutes of calculus done, then jump down the rabbit hole called YouTube. Soon enough the dread creeps up because you're still not done.

As a girl who doesn't attend school regularly due to coaching classes I go to (I'll expand on this later), it's pretty easy to forget to study for exams and projects.

But there's nothing better than getting 98% on that exam. So I'm writing this as someone who's been scoring straight As all my life. Here's how to have a productive study session:

Note: This isn't a guide for romanticising studies. This is meant for a serious, productive session. I will, however, be making a guide to help romanticise studies because I've found it helps a lot.

Before you study

Identify what your distractions are: Let's be real, almost everyone has their phone on hand during study sessions. Put your phone on Do Not Disturb and keep it in a corner of the room. Add a few selected contacts that can reach you while your phone is on DND. If you can turn off notifications entirely, do that.

Taking measures: After I keep my phone away, my brain turns to the next thing it could be distracted by. My laptop and tablet. Put those devices in focus mode, so you won't be tempted to use any other apps and use a Chrome extension like StayFocused or WasteNoTime to not get sidetracked.

Resources: Make sure you have all your material on hand. Video lectures, notes, guides, your formula sheet, and flash cards. Keep everything on hand so you won't have to rifle through papers to find that reference sheet.

Your space: Clean your desk. Keep only the things you need. Your pens and pencils, chargers, annotation material and water bottle. If you want, light a candle. Do not clutter it unnecessarily. Your desk is a sacred space. Treat it that way.

When you sit down

The checklist: Do you have all the material required? Electronics, chargers, a snack and a drink? Water bottle? Extra pen? If you have everything beforehand, you'll be less likely to lose focus because you forgot to charge your headphones.

Make a plan: I cannot stress this enough. You'll sit down and just start studying, and next thing you know, it's 7pm and all you've done is watch videos on celebrity drama. Make a goddamn plan. Write down a realistic number of chapters you can complete and then STICK TO IT.

Begin: Reread and review your notes. I usually like to rewrite my notes in neater handwriting, because my handwriting in class is appalling. To really solidify information, I recommend the 'Blurting' method. Read a paragraph, then close the book and say what you understood out loud. Reread to see what you missed and take note. I did this for my history exam and got a 100%. This shit works for a reason. Use the Pomodoro technique to maximise productivity. Set an alarm for 25 minutes, and do intensive study. Once that's done, take a 5-minute break. Return and repeat.

IMPORTANT

Take a break: Ah yes, if you don't get up every 40 minutes or so for a break, eventually whatever you're studying will start looking like garbage and you'll be back to square one. GET UP. Walk around. STRETCH. You've been looking like a croissant🥐. Eat something. Rehydrate.

Forgive yourself: If you couldn't hit your target, don't be harsh on yourself. Find out the cause: Were you distracted? Did something unavoidable come up? Then try to make sure it doesn't happen again.

Study buddy: This is a double-edged sword. Studying with a friend can either increase your productivity by a massive amount, or it can help you get absolutely zero work done. When revising with a friend, make sure you study with someone who has the same goals as you and won't get distracted by things.

It's 2023, procrastination is cancelled. Go drink some water, eat a granola bar and finish that assignment you've been delaying. Be the person who finishes all their work, on time and perfectly. You can do it.

<3

[mikerickson]

Last night me and my boys finally wrapped up our DnD campaign that ran for sixty eight sessions across 25 months. That was the longest one we’ve ever played and it was plagued with all sorts of scheduling conflicts between seven people, including two separate players each getting married, our DM moving after Hurricane Ida stranded him from his house for a month, a baby being born, vacations and just other shit getting in the way.

Anyway after almost getting framed for staging a major coup and multiple political assassinations (imagine if the President, Senate Majority Leader, and Chief Justice got got in the same night), our party won the fantasy Olympic Games and during the award ceremony we usurped power for ourselves instead of handing it over to the country we represented. Then we killed one third of the Holy Trinity, because obviously. My artificer with a criminal past issued blanket pardons for himself and his old gang and “went clean” by creating a heretofore nonexistent military industrial complex centered around dropping grenades out of blimps.

And we were the good guys.

[firbolgfriend]

Sick of the bit

Mlp infected aus that just erase Discord from existence is so funny, he would shut that shit down so fast. Not even all that for the sake of friendship or whatever he’d see it and be like erm… not really my cup of chaos, this is just gross (snap, fixed)

[tblsomedoodles]

My current DnD character is literally just Raph

soooo

as part of my irl job i get to play DnD once a month with a varying group of like 9-14 year olds. Usually i play a little Tiefling Cleric to keep all party members alive. but I recently found that I could made a damn ninja turtle in dnd so i played a DnD version of Raph this saturday instead.

first of all, it was great, i drew these during the game. (cleaned them up digitally later)

Second, i feel so bad for this dude, b/c he literally spend the entire session chasing children around a cave as they tried to do EVERYTHING except the mission. he was just so done that at one point he was physically pushing a group of them into the next room lol.

Anyways, i may do more with this at somepoint in the future, but i don't want to really get too distracted with it now. (and i would get very distracted with it.) so for now, just enjoy my DnD Raph turned babysitter lol : )

[coconi]

So me, Tara, and her two roommates decided to run a lil DnD campaign/series of oneshots (for us to get acquainted with all the mechanics since it's pretty much everyone's first run) and we had our session zero a few days ago. Tara was our DM and she did a phenomenal job!!!! Here's a few highlights:

Our 7-feet firbolg wizard (Amdrus) somehow became a squirrel deity.

Our dwarf barbarian (Karmin) built a most excellent barricade... for peeps his height and under 👌😂 He carried us during the first half of the session though! He was the only one rolling double digits lmao.

We snared the poor bandit that wandered away from camp to piss and hung him upside down with his dick out. Between that and a high intimidation check by my tabaxi warlock (Dante), he turned into a sobbing, pissing-and-shitting mess.

me: "Could I attack the approaching monster? Do I see it?" DM, with the biggest shit-eating grin you've ever seen: "Do you look up? 😇😇😇" me: "OH FUCK YOU". Cue manticore reveal.

me, terrified: SO ANYWAY I STARTED BLASTING (19 and nat 20 on my eldritch blasts, but rolled a 1 and a 2 on the damage dice 🙃🙃)

Amdrus was hellbent on reasoning with the manticore. The others weren't having it: Dante fireballed its ass (it was sooooo satisfying) and Karmin cleaved it in half.

DM kept rolling like shit to the point where one of the bandits shot himself with a crossbow and pisser kept failing his saving throws to free himself.

As a side note, turns out DM is really good at squirrel impressions, monster voices and sobbing NPCs lol. Tara's roommates have a toddler and she thought Tara was upset for realsies XDD

The only enemy we left alive was Mr. Pisser, whom we interrogated, fed, cleaned up and dressed in the garb of his fallen comrades (who turned out to be his brothers, whoops). We felt too sorry for him to turn him in, so Dante sent him to his ex's tavern so he could turn a new leaf...... while "kindly" threatening the shit out of him one last time 🤣🤣🤣

Somehow the only damage my character sustained was one (1) squirrel bite.

We harvested some meat from the manticore to cook next time ala Dungeon Meshi. Will we poison ourselves? Guess we'll find out! :D

[roarsaidthedinosaur]

how are the other items on your todo list going?

i was going to be like A SMASHING SUCCESS I DID IT ALL a little bit tongue in cheek and leave it at that bc it’s been a hard year actually but it turns out i really have intentionally done a lot of these things?? so i got excited and now i want to share!!! thanks pal for asking i appreciate it 💕

the only thing i haven’t done as i intended is the first one, i have been managing ~*~an illness~*~ and it’s not comfortable for me to go out or host folks while under the weather so i will say my IRL friendships have been mostly me texting my friends that i love them and keeping up with my pocket friends but not planning a lot of visits/travel. i DID manage to make it to europe to visit my bff due to some last minute convenient timing and a lucky week of feeling well enough to get on a plane. and when i am feeling mostly alright i do make a point to hang with my brother & my dnd pals in person!! so really i am completing this one in spirit even though it wasn’t how i pictured it when i wrote it (hanging out with friends once a week)

but yeah like - the rest of it i’ve made very distinct choices to do (or not!!!)

i’ve cut back on the time i gave to one extremely old friendship where every conversation became a therapy session and was making ME feel like i needed to go back to therapy just to get the tools to help this person and that was causing me a lot of stress. but instead i was simply like “i don’t have time for this” and so i stopped making time for it and it allowed me to free up so much energy & brainpower to give to my other pals. we still talk but it feels so nice to not have to walk on eggshells with every interaction, or get the feeling of dread in my stomach every time i saw a text from them.

big lady & the boy have become so much more snuggly with me now and i honestly love it lol like i hate the cat hair floating around the house and being in my nose but i love when i’m sitting on the couch and honey picks MY lap to sit in and cooper lets me scoop him up and parade him around the house like he’s my little babydoll

i have been working real hard on setting boundaries with family members and not keeping my mouth shut when my folks say something out of pocket but also in general i’ve been trying to be kind in interactions rather than just placating people. this has kinda been hand & hand with energy vampirism ignoring like this one lady from work kept asking me to hang out outside of work because “you’re the only person who’s nice to me” and i was like “and i will continue to be, but i do not want to hang out outside of work” because she only ever talked about herself lol. and THAT has been super freeing, not doing things that i don’t want to i mean

i recommend everyone gets a humidifier for next to their bed, 10/10 improved my breathing at night especially during the dry season!!!! just make sure you clean it weekly

i dance around my house pretty much once a week if i’m honest, usually while waiting for nuggies to finish in the air fryer

im still obsessed w my girl as i was on day 1 and i can’t wait to marry her someday. i’m gonna be the guy that’s always like ‘MY WIFE—’ lol building a home with her has been so natural and fun over this year and it helps that we have similar taste in things but really i have been declutterring so much of MY stuff to make room for OUR things and it’s been so. rewarding sounds dumb but it’s like there’s no doubt that we are always on the same team and it’s so great. i still very much have the things that in love squirreled away like my edward cullen and katniss everdeen barbies and my digimon figurines but i’m trying to be very intentional about what i keep vs give away vs throw away and it’s such a project but i’m excited about doing it

keeping my inner peace has become weirdly easy since i have a VERY clear picture of what’s important to me in my life since this flare up started. my priorities are: my health, amelia, my family & friends, keeping my house nice/reducing stress in my life, and THEN work. it’s still a priority but like no i’m not missing my gf’s birthday dinner because you suck at planning meetings across timezones. and no i’m not doing 42hours of travel to india because you think it’ll be good for me to have experience on their computer station rather than the one in my home office. figure it out lol

on top of all of it, my new year’s resolutions i wrote down in my actual journal were to open a high yield savings account and start saving (for a house??? an airstream?! who knows not me yet tbh) and also to read one book a month, and i’ve done both of those things so far!! i’m actually up to 11 this year and about halfway thru my next one and it’s only september

so despite this year being a little crappy health-wise i’ve actually done so much work to be happy. thanks for the reminder i didn’t know i needed!! :-)

[ivy-cat-700]

stupid shit that happened in my dnd campaigns so far

SO IVE BEEN PLAYING DND SINCE????? like either late last year or early this year. i'd wanted to for a while and when a classmate asked us all if we wanted to join her campaign. what was i supposed to do? say no??

and because every person i've played with over two campaigns is an absolutely ridiculous human being, we have Many silly happenings from both.

campaign 1:

Stromboli Ironfist: one of our players, a dwarf barbarian chef who started the campaign with the goal of being the best chef in the land but i think he kinda lost that over time. when he showed the name on his character sheet to the dm. she was in tears laughing.

Stromboli Jr.: the adopted goblin son of Stromboli, who adopted him immediately after killing his entire guild(? dont exactly recall). the matching names are, canonically, a complete coincidence.

housekeeping?: we were going through a dilapidated castle and every time someone asked us "what are you doing here?" in a new room, stromboli said ".......housekeeping?" and it. it never worked. except for ONE TIME. when a guard rolled SO LOW that they were just like "oh yeah we've been waiting on you guys!" So then we cleaned some cobwebs off the walls to keep up the act :')

throwing wolves in the fire: one of our players just kept throwing wolves in fires. that is all.

tormenting wren with milk: (wren is the character's name, not the player cause i didnt wanna put their name out there.) dm kept giving wren milk-related items and just would not stop. we were IN TEARS every time and. we ended up giving them a mcguffin of "The Strawberry Nesquik" at the end of the game. i believe that strawberry nesquik ended up being empty. the world is truly unfair to Wren Serpent. (also, wren was the one who threw wolves in fires)

Badger Milking Farm: THIS ONE HAS CONTINUED TO THE PRESENT DAY. during one of the times at which wren received a Milk Item, namely Badger Milk, he was extremely confused about the existence of such a thing. my character, zora, said, "what, you don't know about badger milk? some of my most formative memories are with badger milk!" this led to the canonization of the idea that Zora Grew Up On A Badger Milking Farm.

Campaign 2:

least productive session ever: first session of the new campaign! .....we spent the entire time beating each other up and failing to go through a waterfall that was Literally Right The Fuck There. before we had a single encounter, two of us almost died.

THE APPLESAUCE: dm gave us the name of a VERY IMPORTANT AND PLOT RELEVANT ITEM, we decided to butcher the name as "The Applesauce." no matter what she renames it. we will always call it the applesauce.

not-a-puzzle: this hellish nightmare was created by stromboli's player. we spent the back half of one session and part of another trying to figure out what the hell we were supposed to do for a """"puzzle."""" i said out loud at some point, "is there something obvious we're missing here??" to which the dm and stromboli had to try very hard not to laugh. one player then decided to ask, "can i just go??" she tried the door. and. IT WASNT FUCKING LOCKED. i have a grudge i will hold for all eternity from that

zora's glasses: so the new campaign is centered around a new band of heroes trying to mend the things that our old characters royally fucked up. so we're getting to meet our old characters! and when we met zora (on the badger milking farm, mind you) she asked us to find her glasses. i told the dm that i wanted the glasses to be a pair of new year's eve novelty glasses for a year that has not happened yet. and so, that is what they became.

that is all i can think of but if i remember more. i will put them

[kaylee-and-niamh-and-azrael-too]

I’ve taken a break from my astarion x tav piece as I’m up to doing the hair, which I’m having a really hard time with so I’ve decided to put it on the back burner until I get my new iPad in a couple of weeks. In the meantime I’ve been working on my half-baked backup DND character since playing a version of her in BG3 got me invested. I finished her backstory the other night and then decided to draw her for my character sheet. And OMG YOU GUYS, I love her so much. If I didn’t also love my current character heaps too I’d totally just drop her and bring in this one in next session. She’s not perfect, and still unfinished, but I’m pretty happy with how she’s turned out considering she’s purely out of my imagination and only my second attempt at self-teaching this medium of drawing.

Azrael, my 250 year old, chaotic neutral Dhampir Wild Magic Sorcerer.

Backstory below the cut as it's long.

When Azrael’s mum was 8 months pregnant she was attacked on her way home one night. She managed to get away but not without sustaining an injury to her neck. The following morning her husband took her to a healer at their church (Pelor). On the way there Azrael’s mum went into labour. When they arrived the healers took one look at the wound on her neck and her labour and whisked her away. The labour was long and difficult. The High Priest was called in to perform a blessing ritual. Azraels mum died during the ritual. Once Azrael was born her father was brought in to meet her. It was explained to him that his wife had been attacked by a vampire, the ritual to try and cleanse the child had resulted in his wife’s death, and they had to wait and see if the child would even survive, let alone if the ritual had worked. He took one look at his baby girl, pale and death-like, and walked away without a word. He never returned.

Azrael was raised in the churches orphanage. She was never told the circumstances of her birth and abandonment. While growing up Azrael noticed that some of the sisters were quite standoff-ish with her. It was also at about this time that she noticed she had innate magical abilities, but hid this as much as she could as she didn’t want to give even more of her caregivers reason to dislike her.

One night she overheard two sisters talking quite nastily about her and they mentioned something that led her to break into the churches records and there she learned the truth about herself. She also learned that if she were to show any signs of vampirism that she was to be killed. That same night she packed her belongings and left. She was about 12 or 13 years old.

She lived on the streets begging for scraps for the following years. A woman named Heather would be kind to Azrael whenever she saw her, giving her food, some coin or a roof over her head during rough nights. When Azrael was about 17 or 18 years old she realised that she could use her looks to her advantage and began working in an establishment owned by Heather. She quickly became a popular attraction with both men and women due to her delicate and exotic appearance.

One night a client became rough with her and, after going into a blind rage when Azrael refused to become his exclusive companion, attempted to kill her. In the heat of the scuffle Azrael instinctually bit into his neck and drained him completely. Terrified by what had just happened and her own actions she sat frozen in place and that is where Heather found her when she came to investigate the sounds. Shaking in the corner with blood dribbling from the corners of her mouth and a pale body slumped on the floor a few feet from her. Heather helped Azrael get cleaned up and dispose of the body. She came clean to Heather about all she had learned at the orphanage. Heather agreed to help her and together they went about trying to learn more about what Azrael was being neither full vampire, as she could walk in the sun and had a heartbeat, nor full elf.

For years following Azrael continued to sell herself, but would also help Heather out with violent clients, making them disappear and feed her hunger at the same time. Eventually the authorities started getting suspicious of the people that had gone missing and began sniffing around. Heather assisted Azraels escape before they got too close.

Since then Azrael has spent her life travelling from town to town, never staying in one place for too long for fear of getting recognised for what she is. She continues to sell her body for the right amount, whether that be she needs coin or she needs information, or killing monsters for coin. In her journey she has also been trying to learn more about herself and where she came from, hunt the one who did this to her, and find and confront her father.

As she had been suppressing her magical abilities for so long and has now begun to try harnessing them, they have a tendency to burst out in strange and unexpected ways at times.

Azrael still occasionionally travels back to the one place that feels like home and helps Heather, the closest person she has to a mother, out while she’s there.

[criticalrolo]

dnd asks!

dice, screen, downtime (for any character you choose)

Dice: Do you have any dice rituals? Preferences? Collections? Does such thing as dice luck really exist?

All my dice have the unifying theme of I saw them and went "ooo pretty." My dice rituals involve: placing them with their highest score facing up to Charge Them Up and to Train Them how to roll!!

Dice luck ABSOLUTELY exists. In the sense of, well of course it doesn't actually exist, it's pure random chance every time, of course some people aren't extremely unlucky or extremely lucky... but like. it actually is real and we all know it. I came to this belief after watching liza roll four nat 1s in a row with advantage

Screen: What do you usually keep behind your DM screen?

Laptop, dice, a good old fashioned American Style Big Drink. Dr. Pepper Is My Co-DM

In terms of prep I basically roll up to every session I DM with a handful of stat blocks and an idea in my head for what's gonna happen generally. So far that's worked out great!

Downtime: What does your character do in their downtime? How do you bring this up during gameplay?

I kind of answered this for Sigrun so I'll answer for Odysseus :) It's a lot of cleaning and his guns and reading the Pible (Pelor Bible), which IS fun because he doesn't even work for Pelor, he works for the god of Revenge. That's more of a manager assigned him to a project sort of situation than a Worshiper And His Deity relationship though, so it's probably fine :) I don't really bring up downtime activities so much in game just because we've got a Huge Group (7 PCs) that plays for a relatively short time each week (3 hours) so we like to keep things moving. I just share art of my little guys later on in the group chat lol

[yanisdoingstuff]

I saw this reblogged by @uiolot and got inspired. Since I'm not posting much, I decided I'd answer some questions for main characters, C and Joy. WARNING VERY LONG

✨ — For Joy, I wanted it to express his upbeat demeanor, so I just googled synonyms for happiness, went through some, and it popped up in my head. Though I recently found out it's commonly used as a female name lol. It also became his mother's trait to give her children weird names with special meanings. As for C, I scrolled some male names to find one that sounded like him and shortened to one letter for ✨mystery✨.

🌼 — Joy is 16 and C is 17! Could never tell you what happened the day

🌺 — They have each other! Aside from that, C had his first “relationship” a few years ago with a toxic guy (though can you realistically not be toxic as a ~12-13 boy?), a blond cocky bastard. It kinda grew as a reference to me choosing between several looks for C. At first I wanted him to be blond, with curly hair; his ex got the 1st, Joy's human design got the 2nd. Joy also had a few crushes, even including Haru, but it never went anywhere (and thanks god, I never intended to, this man is way too old for him xd).

🍕 — Joy is probably burger with fries typa guy. Anything flavorful and colorful would be to his taste, but he's not too picky since his mom's cooking was always awful. C definitely likes meat and bread of any kind. They share love for sandwiches, soda, hard candy and pastry, especially buns from Snowdin when C tries them.

💼 — They're both high-schoolers, so nothing yet. C used to work in his father's butchery shop before the Underground, but it was less of "making a living" and more of a "one day you'll inherit my business dear son so I'm training you instead of letting you enjoy weekends properly".

🎹 — Joy travels around the Underground and draws a map of it. He sometimes watches Haru's family anime collection, reads adventure novels, listens to pop music, dances, and plays mortal combat-ish games. He also just... likes to yap. A lot. Anything to tire himself out really. C never had any hobbies because of being busy, so he just sticks around. Adventuring and exploring in general is interesting to him. They'd probably like DnD if they knew about it.

🎯 — Joy yaps and dances like a pro, hehe. C has the MC ability to solve any problem on the way. He's mostly collected, sharp, and is able to get out of most situations if time's given.

🥊 — Joy loves chatting, finding time to meet friends, seeing his elder brother a lot! His hobbies name it all. He only hates household chores, especially doing dishes, anything related to water (he can't swim) and being Haru's target during his training sessions. C likes working with people, reading books, but feels uneasy spending time with monsters except Joy. As to why... We'll see. I can't really come up with anything he'd purely hate... Like, cleaning toilets, not that's what everyone hates. Following other's orders and tasks maybe?

❤️ — Joy's best memories before the main story are related to his elder brother, Piper. They barely meet each other these days, which makes it double special. They're close since childhood, talk about everything that bothers them, watch silly movies... They can even just sleep in the same room and be happy. C's happiest memories are probably about the family farm, when he was little, played with piggies (under guidance, we all know how scary pigs can be) and didn't know where meat comes from. Since meeting Joy, the cutest moments they had were definitely added to both's lists.

✂️ — This topic is secret until the episodes come out, but let's just say they're also related to the couple's relationships. Besides, both struggle with parents a lot. Joy has arguments with mom, C hates dad, perfect match.

🧊 — Joy's is, though at first I pictured him wearing glasses on the forehead for more adventurous look, but it doesn't make sense when you're half-blind lol. His jeans were slightly different in fit. C, aside from early choices I mentioned, had changes in boots (before they were just generic boots) and pants (same... I have troubles with pants) and was gifted a lil garter belt cover for his weapons. I also got inspired by Hunter from TOH and Vaggie from HH — strong protective characters with trauma 😊 — and gave him a hooked nose.

🍀 — Joy was at least 70% self-insert. So I can say he's inspired by my own awkwardness? Also my desire to yap and the idea of comforting teen relationship. A tiny bit of any sunshine character I've seen in media (Charlie in HH, Tails in Sonic franchise, Luz in TOH, etc etc...). C is pretty generic, I admit. Insert him in any 1st person/unnamed protagonist game. Frisk heritage right here. But in looks he's heavily inspired by Manlybadasshero 'cause he's the true protagonist of every story.

🌂 — Joy is Disney channel series or teen dramedy. C is rpgmaker yandere game or PS1 horror with a sprinkle of slice of life when he's on the pacifist route.

💚 — They're both cisgender boys and gay! (Probably would be trans-inclusive, but not familiar with the concept enough to identify as such).

🙌🏻 — C is the only child. Joy has seven!

🍎 — As I mentioned, Joy quarrels with his mother a lot. He doesn't feel needed, and in his eyes, mom suddenly stopped loving him when he was little and only needs him for doing dishes from time to time. His dad is simply absent. Still technically in the family, but always stuck in his workplace, also since Joy's childhood, barely seeing his kids a few times a year. No conflict with him, but not much love either, it's neutral. C's in very bad relationship with father due to the amount of work and it's violent nature. And he's just old in general. «These damn kids» guy. As for his mommy, I'm sure they're fine. I imagine a very patient, warm woman he was sorry to leave like that.

🧠 — I love Joy's cheerful, yet awkward personality. He helps me cope, especially with my situations at home, school stuff and sexuality topics. He doesn't know anything, he's a baby!! 🥺 (he's actually a nice smart guy, as mature as an introverted 16 yo can be). As for C, he's just my ancient Undertale protagonist idea I still cherish. Also a secret for later, but... He's the “I fucked up — I fucked up more trying to improve the last fuck up — I learned and did it better from scratch” trope. He has a lot of skeletons in his closet he still thinks about and grieves over. He may turn VERY flawed at some point. And I love bad people who are truly sorry in the end.

✏️ — Not too often, but I like sketching them and writing the detailed script for episodes when I have time. Also the whole project! It will come out eventually, we all say in unison.

💎 — Definitely not Joy, he's staying. C... Who knows. He's also important, probably not. But I swear I wouldn't about every OC I've ever had before one day deciding they're not fit for my grown brain anymore and getting rid of them. So we'll see.

💀 — Not phobias, but fears in general. Joy is very much afraid of death. It's a taboo topic for most people, and in his family it's not spoken about along with many other things. Seeing someone dying or hearing about it (only including fresh cases) might be straight up traumatizing for him. They're both afraid of being left alone, for C it also means losing Joy as the story progresses.

🍩 — Lora! The new queen of the Underground. She's the main antagonist in the whole AU. There are temporary enemies too, especially for C. You'll learn more on the process.

🎓 — For a year and few months. Such a long journey, hehe.

🍥 — I was 16! It always feels weird to outgrow your characters. I'm almost afraid of losing touch, heheh.

Maybe I'll participate again with other characters I have. That's fun to ponder certain things about you children, especially while they're in development.

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✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

💼 - What do they do for a living?

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

🎯 -What do they do best?

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

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💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

[gr4v3y4rd]

I have nothing to motivate me. I dont sepnd enough time out in nature feeling whimsical. Everything in life feels so dull. I feel so much more motivated to care for myself when im able to take the time to be outside in natural environments. I have no irl friends to hang out with right now. Im trying to make friends with my bfs friends because i know that i can talk to them about shared interests like dnd and warhammer40k and one of his friends hosts a radio show for the college. So i know i dont have to try super hard to find topics to talk about. Thats the hardest part of making new friends for me is an adult... i have to find out what their interest are and if we're even compatible. And i just dont really have the energy for that right now. The only other option i have for making friends is the college club i joined for gender and sexuality. I love having a safe space to do activities with my fellow queers but i dont necessarily want to make friends with them especially since im hyperfixating on dnd and warhammer rn and i dont think many of them are into that sort of thing... i thought about maybe going and joining the DJ friend tonight while he hosts the radio show as he said im welcome to join him anytime.. it just feel weird because i just saw him yesterday for dnd and i dont want to seem too eager to hang out. I just dont know how to properly socialize as an adult and its not like im im college taking classes where i see these people everyday. The most social interaction i get is the dnd sessions we have once a week. I just feel weird wanting to hang out with my bfs friends more than he hangs out with them but its because he's busy with schoolwork and im not. Maybe i feel insecure about not having anything to do during my free time, but right now i really want to spend my free time building a good support system and gaining trust worthy friends. Ive had my trust severely broken by so called "friends" over the past few years. I dont know if im trying to convince myself that im worthy of having friends or if i just rely too heavily on the people around me. But im not even sure if thats a bad thing to want? Like so many people these days think its not okay to rely on the people around you but to me thats what makes a society? Ive felt abandoned by those around me so much that ive begun to abandon myself. I cant get myself to do anything anymore i have to have breakfast brought to me or i wont eat i have to have help getting lunch or dinner or i wont eat that either most days. I cant get myself to clean up after myself anymore because i just dont have the energy for it. Sure I'll have coffee or tea to wake me up but i have absolutely no motivation to do anything. I want things clean and organized but i cant be bothered to do it myself. And the main thing that helps me regulate that and be able to help myself is honestly being able to socialize and go outside and interact with things outside of myself. And im just not getting enough of that. I feel like a goldfish who's been left in a tank with nothing but a skull to hide in. At this point im just waiting for somwthing to trigger me into fight or flight so that i get up and do something about my situation. It hurts.

[loki-draws-art]

Back to the regularly scheduled DnD bullshit

1-4 are from one session

5 is from another

6-10 is from the most recent

1-4: Icarus got woken up by Orion who was hiding something. Icarus turned around so he couldn’t see and let Orion finish up what he needed to do. After a few minutes, come to find out, Orion made Icarus a brand new outfit! Icarus had also gotten Orion a necklace. The conversation near verbatim that took place: Orion: “I honestly don’t know how to thank you [for the gift]! 🥰” Icarus, a cheeky shit: 😏

5: after an uh… eventful night, Icarus wakes up after a bad dream and decides to stretch and walk the ship a bit

6: After getting beaned by a piece of frozen rotten chicken, Icarus takes it upon himself to clean the fridge, and he does a pretty good job of it #MaleWifeMaterial lmaooo

7: I ate too much and almost puked during the DnD session. It was my turn for the “talking initiative”. I didn’t tho so yay!

8: Sylviel called Laurence a whore without calling him a whore. The poor man was too stunned to speak

9: GALENA AND OTHO KISSED FUCKING FINALLY-

10: Azrael spying on a cultist he took up a bounty on. He later captured and turned her in.

[alexs-arcade]

Hi! Could I get Eddie noticing his bf is really quiet during a dnd session (bf doesn't play) and so he looks over to where his bf is chilling on the couch and sees him asleep so he covers him with his leather jacket before signalling the others to stay quiet?

Admire You

Eddie Munson x (implied) Male!reader

CW: nothing just fluffy and cheesy

a/n: I had no clue how to end this but i think this is a really fluffy fic :]

You were never really one for D&D, the actual game play being more entertaining to watch than to be a part of. You being more of a ‘make a character you would never use because the process was a really fun’ kind of guy. Also it made it very worth it seeing Eddie so immersed in what he loves to do. About halfway through tonight’s session, sleep seemed to hit you like a truck as the session seemed to slow for a bit. Your eyes started to become too heavy to hold as you leaned your head back and gave into sleep, the sound of Eddie’s DMing lulling you into adventurous dreams.

Silence took over the room during a period of quiet debating on what to do. Everyone was waiting for your usual input with a goofy idea, but not a single word. Thinking you may have been immersed in sketching or reading a book everyone made a random choice Gareth laid out for them. 

This continued for the next thirty minutes before the light sound of snoring filled Eddie’s ears, taking time to look over at your sleeping form that stirred uncomfortably from the now loud arguing, his heart melted. Standing from his throne Eddie took his jacket from the arm of the chair and draped it over your body. Something about a new warmth and Eddie’s scent covering you made you relax and slump even more against the wall behind you. After looking over your sleeping form for an extra minute, Eddie pressed a kiss to your temple and proceeded to take his seat on his throne again.

Clearing his throat Eddie gathers the party's attention “As entertaining as it is to see you squeak out odd ideas or hear you yell at my ‘sadistic’ campaign, our resident commentator” Eddie pauses and lifts a hand in your direction “has seemed to have been hit with a sleeping spell and needs the room to be slightly quiet in order to recover.” His voice hushed as he directed them to be more cautious of their volume.

They party nodded slowly not wanting to be the ones to wake you and went back to their huddle in hushed whispers. Eddie leaned back in the throne to gaze at you, his eyes shone in admiration for you. You who always made time for him and his shenanigans including his club. You who he can’t help but snagg your character sheets from your folder to turn into a boss or a npc.You who is now giving him a weird look through hooded eyes and pointing a finger to the front of the table where an annoyed Dustin and Erica.

“Quit making goo goo eyes at the npc and at least wrap up tonight's section before he gets back pain from sleeping on the wall.” Erica sasses looking at the scrawny long haired man at the end of the table up and down glaring.

Eddie took one last look at you smiling before crouching in his throne, hands folded and smirking. He said “Any of you brave freaks or Lady Apple jack decide on escaping or standing ground like last time and hope for the best?” 

Thirty minutes later with a grumbling group of goodbyes, due to Eddie crushing everyone with his latest monstrous villain. Eddie quickly cleans up putting everything into a tub for the D&D things and puts it in the back of the costume closet. Carefully he walks up to you slinging your bag over his shoulder and lifting you up to carry out to the van. It's when you are set down in the passenger seat that your eyes slowly open. Slightly groaning at the rumble of the engine but falling back asleep. Eddie kisses your forehead and plays “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now” by the smiths lightly to keep you sleeping and him focused on the road. 

He doesn’t know what he would do without you. He loves you so much and he just doesn’t know how to say that. Till then his acts of service and affection show you just enough.

a/n: like I said I had no clue how to end this and it's very cheesy and a bit crummy

[goodluckclove]

breathes heavily. sweats visibly. pees, just a little.

okay, uh. let me just look something up.

OKAY. okay. no this is fine.

let's do this.

ROAST OF @crow-with-a-typewriter

practicing witch??? mm. clean your - your fucking incense burner. you fool. i bet you haven't even solidified your solstice plans. you fool.

fuck. oh god. i'm sorry.

i bet you don't use dnd beyond and instead have like eight full pages with your stats and inventory for sessions, which is way more elaborate, but you're constantly rustling them to find information to reference during sessions. you rustler. you little rustler.

the app is not great. i don't understand how to use rolls but it does remind me about my add ons. i didn't know how to calculate damage for the first two sessions so my vicious mockery did jack shit.

you might be a marine biologist but eventually everything is going to be crabs and then you won't know what wo do. bitch? mm. nevermind.

I want to practice being meaner for no reason. Does anyone want to volunteer to let me try and roast them? I don't think I'm going to be very good at it but it is always good to cultivate new skills and we're all just trying our best.

[porchlightfairy]

eddie smut where during a dnd game you get teased by him and after him getting you so needy you guys fuck in the bathroom after the session.... or something else I mean idk just a thought 🤷🏾‍♀️

Hey, so I don’t really feel comfortable about the teasing at the dnd table since minors are present too. And personally, I would not like my DM and his girlfriend being flirtatious ruining my experience so instead this will take place after the session and you tease him off screen.

wc: 1.1k+

content: smut, spanking, name-calling, degradation, rough sex, bathroom sex.

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After the dnd session, you needed a smoke break. However, you couldn’t just leave right after like usual because it was your day to clean up the stage with Eddie. You didn’t really want to. It seemed that you had gotten on his nerves during the game and he snapped at you. You were silent for the rest of the session.

The only place you knew where to go at a time like this was the boy’s bathroom near the theater room. It was the only bathroom with a window. You would sneak in there all the time to blow smoke out of the window. You would use one of the urinals on the back wall as a step up to it since it was up so high.

You walk into the bathroom, light your cigarette, and head to the window. You step on top of the window and cling to the window as you blow out smoke. As you feel the cool night air, you reflect on the session. You had been making flirty remarks to Eddie, distracting him and getting him flustered. He didn’t appreciate it very much and snapped at you.

Just then you hear the bathroom door get kicked open and in comes Eddie with a cigarette between his lips. He pauses when he sees you standing on the urinal. “The hell are you doing?”

You look back at him, “Smoking?” You quietly down and put out the bud. 

“Couldn’t have gone outside to do that?” He mumbles before lighting his own cigarette.

“I’m on clean-up duty, remember? I didn’t want you to think I was ditching you.” You shuffle your feet, “Especially after, y’know.” 

“Yeah,” He lets out a puff of smoke, “You can be a real brat, you know that?” You swallow before pursing your lips. You should probably leave. You try to walk past Eddie but he holds out his arm barring you from the entrance. “Are you going to apologize?” 

You looked up at him nervously, your palms were sweaty and your heart was racing. His dark eyes stare back at you. He waits for your answer. “I-I’m sorry.” He grabs your face harshly and pulls you closer. His fingers press into your cheeks roughly. 

“For what?” His lip curls as he speaks.

“For being a brat” Your voice was no louder than a whisper. You were scared but you were also turned on by his touch.

Eddie leans down and captures your lips in a kiss. The taste of cigarette was still heavy on his tongue. He drops the bud and crushes it under his foot. You whimper into the kiss and grip the fabric of his shirt near his waist. When you separate a web of spit connects your tongues. Eddie wipes his mouth before grabbing your ass. His hand then moves to the underside of your thigh. You hook your arms around his neck and he lifts you up and then places you on one of the sinks. You continue to kiss there when you feel his warm fingertips crawl up inside the back of your shirt then unclasp your bra.

You gasp and whimper, “Eddie, w-we can’t.”

“We can and we will. Nobody else is here. And for leaving me like this,” He places your hand over his bulge and grinds against it, “I think I deserve this.” He moves between your legs and manically kisses up and down your neck.

“Eddie~” You cry out and claw at his jacket. “Please~”

“Mm, I love when you beg. Shows me how desperate you really are.” You hear the sound of his buckle clinking, “Take off your pants and underwear.” 

You nod and obey getting off the sink and sliding down your pants and underwear. When they get halfway to your knees, Eddie grabs you by the elbow, spinning you around so you face the mirrors. He presses his hands into your back and bends you over. You grab the sides of the sink and take deep breaths as you wait.

From behind you hear Eddie spit into his hand and begin to rub over his cock. He moans a little before sliding it between your ass and then over your pussy. You squeal at the sensation then let out another breath.

Slowly, you feel Eddie’s cock push inside of you. You moan out and grip the sink harder. “Eddie~” You groan. His hands grab your shoulders as he pulls out again. Before you have a chance to think again, he slams back into you. Over and over and over again. You gasp, moan, and whimper as the sound of skin slapping together reverberates through the bathroom.

You can’t believe this is happening right now, in the boys’ bathroom of all places. You throw your hand up against the mirror as you brace yourself. “Like that baby? Feel my cock inside you. This is what you’ve been begging for, hm? Touching me, making fun of me, teasing me. You just wanted this dick, like the desperate slut you are. Say it, say you're a slut.” He then slaps your ass.

You yelp before looking back at him with big doe eyes, “I’m a slut.” Your voice cracks.

“Louder.” Another spank. He’s ramming into you, and your face is smushing against the porcelain of the sink, “Louder, slut.”

“I’m a slut.” You pipe up before laying your chest against the sink again. You let out a grunt as you feel him stir up your insides. You’re not going to last much longer.

“God, I love seeing you like this.” He laughs, then rapidly swats at each of your ass cheeks leaving them stinging.

“Eddie~ Please, I can’t”

“Oh, but I know you can.” He hunches over, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, “Just a little more baby, I’m almost there.”  His hand moves to the front side of your body and down over your clit. You grab his head over your shoulder and begin to pant heavily.

“I’m gonna cum~ I’m gonna cum~”

“I know, baby. I feel you squeezing my cock.” He moans back, his pace is picking up again. Your moans begin to mix until finally, they cease as you shake through your orgasm. Eddie thrusts a few more times before pulling out. You feel his cum spill out of you and slide down your leg.

As you stand up straight, Eddie grabs your thigh, wiping up your leg and licking up what was on his hand. You giggle before pulling up your pants. “Feel better?” You ask.

“Much~” He grabs your waist and kisses your cheek, “Much better. How about we skip the cleanup and leave it to the freshmen tomorrow?”

“Eddie, we can’t”

“Sure we can and we will.” He grabs your hand and you both quickly run out of the school building.