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[katealot]

kellyn and kraig - DON'T LOOK...

being a dungeon master is fun :D

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[gooseco]

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[swattus]

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[the-halfling-prince]

Awkward group photo ass pose

[corrodedcoughin]

Hello!!! How're you?? Hope you're well!! I'm currently having Munson family feelings lmao

Please imagine lil pre teen Eddie settling in with Wayne, finding his footing, becoming more open in a way that he wasn't with his father. And he's really getting into his dnd. Has the manuals Wayne got him for his birthday one year. A mini or two. And he wants to get better at DMing, but he can't practice with his group because that would ruin the surprise of it all. So one day, he shyly asks Wayne if he'll practice with him. Fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and shuffling his feet. Isn't 100% sure what Wayne will think just yet

And to his surprise, Wayne says yes. And Eddie just... lights up. Smiles a big megawatt grin and starts talking about how it'll be super fun uncle Wayne you won't regret it!!!

They spend an evening making Wayne a character - a human called Wayne, they're keeping it simple - while they eat Mac n cheese for dinner. Wayne loves how happy it makes Eddie. How carefree.

And on Wayne's next day off, when Eddie doesn't have school, they play together. A mini campaign, just for the two of them. Eddie practices his skills, gets to play dnd, and hang out with his uncle all in one go. It's kind of everything to them. It's a lighthearted adventure where Wayne goes on a quest to get the perfect bait so he can go fishing and catch his dream fish. Eddie tells him what dice to roll, helps him fight a goblin and a bear, and puts on all sorts of voices for the characters Wayne meets. Eddie gets so wrapped up in it all, so excited. But when it ends he's all nerves - bitten lips and wringing his hands.

Did Wayne like it?? Did he have fun?? Was Eddie good??

And Wayne honestly says it wasn't quite his thing but he had a lot of fun. Eddie is a damn fine storyteller, has a real knack for the dramatics. He'll impress his friends, for sure.

And idk!!! I love Eddie and Wayne exploring their dynamic and figuring out where they stand with each other those first few years. It would have been a bumpy ride but they love each other!!!

Wayne getting in from grocery shopping on a Saturday, he likes to go really early so he can avoid Sally Knowles town gossip extraordinaire who Kees letting Wayne know ‘people are gonna talk if you don’t give that nephew of yours a Mothering presence in his life’ Wayne’s heard enough of it. So while it means he has to get up early, he’ll do it to escape the song and dance of busy bodies.

He’s making his way up the trailer steps, bags of groceries in hand (he’s a one trip kind of man and won’t be changed) when he hears a voice behind the door. The muffled and rushed but excited voice of his nephew barely audible through the rustling of groceries and the clattering of god knows what in the trailer - ‘okay. Okay he’s here. Go time. Show time. Time to shine. Story telling powers on.’

Wayne can see Eddie in his minds eye, turning an invisible switch at his temple. A ritual he started for their very first session. The boy had been nervous then and now, four - games? Chapters? Wayne wasn’t sure - in the nerves were still there but the excitement far outweighed them.

Opening the door, Wayne flicked his eyes over to the couch were Eddie was propped up, books spread out on the coffee table and rudimentary map laid across the table top.

Eddie’s head shot up, ‘I’ll help!’, scrambling to his feet to take some of Wayne’s provisions off of him.

‘You in a rush, son? Normally I’m shouting you through to give me a hand with these?’ Wayne was teasing. Could see that Eddie was conflicted, had Wayne forgotten that he promised to finish the story today? That it was going to find the Pond Of Dreams? Wayne loved the kid but he wanted to have a little fun too.

Setting the bags down and putting the freezer items away, everything else could wait. Not even glancing down at Eddie, Wayne stretched tall and exaggerated ‘think I need a nap after that. Don’t mind me Ed, gonna get some shut eye.’ And the thing is he couldn’t look at Eddie, if he did he’d crumble and it would all be for naught. One glance of Eddie in his home sewn cape and it’s be over.

So he hot footed it to the bathroom, hoping Eddie wouldn’t question the pre-nap detour or the backpack he was taking with him.

He could hear Eddie mumbling, frustration and disappointment evident in his tone. Then the tv going on, cartoons on high volume as he tried to distract himself. Which is when Wayne decided to re-appear, clad in his full fishing gear and rod. Along side a toy lizard he velcroed to his shoulder.

‘Well boy, you ready to go fantasy fishing? Heard there’s a dream pond waiting to be found’ Wayne tipped his fishing hat like a cowboy as Eddie’s eyes grew wide, scanning the outfit. It wasn’t much but Wayne tried to add the little details as he could; the potion belt of healing (an ammo belt he borrowed from somebody at work), the spear character wayne earned in his first battle (a pvc tube Scott Clarke was happy to provide after their last dinner where Wayne recounted Eddie’s tales) and of course -

‘Is that Creedence?!’ Eddie finally speaking up and pointing at the lizard, the decided companion and helper to Wayne in his journey.

‘Sure is kid, think he’s ready to roll. The question is, are you?’ It’s not the easiest thing for Wayne to do, sometimes he feels silly with all the fantasy and character voices that Eddie insists upon but when it makes the boy this happy? This unguarded and free? Who is Wayne to say no? Maybe the sillyness is good for him, good for both of them.

[fel-fisk]

a fetid smell of autumnal rot, brewing rain and fermenting fruit preceded Tommyrot, the Sire of Sweet Decay, alongside a steady buzz of drunken flies...

(the fey that kidnapped my druid & her twin sister when they were children & spirited them off to the feywild)

[ekktoplasm]

I accidentally rizzed up a grimlock and got ten kids out of it

This was my first day of the campaign

[katealot]

dnd character sona fuckin….. thank you scary marlowe and taylor swift for his rights

[irisbaggins]

Can y'all tell I'm stressed as hell and want nothing more than to keel over screaming? Fuck this fucking exam, man! What the fuck is this shit? Part one is completely fine, it's part two that makes me want to scream my head off! What do you mean lady?!

[awkward-fink]

Because its time to build a new character for the new coming DnD campaign, my mind went out to think, what classes would Tf141 be? Well.... I am open for other suggestions, but: Price - Barbarian, Totem of Bear or a Paladin, Oath of the Crown (double meaning here and I am loving it!) Gaz - Sorcerer, Lunar (because holy shite, those are awesome) Ghost - Cleric of the Death Domain / or Blood Hunter Soap - Artificer, Arteillerist (duh.)

Alejandro - Rogue, Soulknife (he guards what is HIS with a drive I dont see in any other class.) Rudy - Fighter, Banneret (he is the backbone, a rally point, Alejandros rock to lean on, always there)

König - Fighter, Champion (those muscles.... please...) Horangi - Warlock, Pact of the Archfey or a Monk, Way of Shadow (And then there is me, just staring at all of them, foaming at the mouth. Help.)

[limetameta]

I don't know why more fic writers don't utilise the Wayne Gardens Halfway House for criminals and then the consequent Wayne Enterprises employment like Bruce Wayne is out here doing his darndest do give the Rogues a safer and easier transition into the real world post Arkham and yet I don't think I've ever come across a Halfway house fic once. (This is me begging for fic recs about this BTW feel free to gimme)

Like this concept is from the btas episode Double Talk where Arnold (Scarface's ventriloquist) is well enough to leave Arkham and he gets to the House, and he has a job in the Wayne Enterprises mail room. It's a very sad episode for other reasons but it's still so touching how much Bruce tried to make this difficult period of house finding and job searching all but done for them already.

So what I'm getting at here is what if more of the Rogues got to this point.

Ideas under the cut

Harley decorating her room however she wants and putting Ivy's plants in there because she doesn't have to worry about if doctors or guards will make a fuss about it. This is her space. She has a job now, too. A paper pushing job, but she's in a programme to get her licence back and everything is looking up for her! Thanks Bruce!

Edward making a dnd campaign group with his fellow Halfway House rogues because Harley commented that once curfew sets in she doesn't know what to do with herself. He shows up at work at Wayne Enterprises on the dot every morning, having set like 7 alarms so he doesn't sleep through because he isn't going to waste his one chance. He's the game developer in their suspiciously newly minted game department.

Plus, he has Temple Fugate to wake him up, who lives right next door and is up before everyone else. Man knows how to bake. He bakes and says that it's a calming activity with a set schedule that if he deviates from it will be catastrophic. Besides, it's nice to have hobbies.

At this point, Jonathan Crane, also in a programme to get his licence back, comments about how he'll probably be back in Arkham sooner than later. Harley laughs. "You can't SERIOUSLY be thinking of applying as a doctor there AGAIN?" And Jonathan, with the biggest shite-eating grin, just says: "Oh who's to say. Maybe just to see the reactions."

Gimme a fic where they break away from the cyclical status quo. Where you can feel the hope . Where they all treat this as seriously as they can because Bruce Wayne truly believes in them. And that's so rare. After everything that's happened.

Pamela who works in a botanical garden funded by Wayne Corp. Mr Fries who is allowed to research with scientists employed by Wayne Enterprises on how to cure his predicament. His wife Nora (Post movie) supporting him every step of the way (maybe she and Grace (Harvey's fiancee) are friends and helping each other as well as the men they love)

Harvey getting the operation finally and having a chance to recuperate. Though him, I think they might pull him quickly out of the Halfway House because he's a high profile man and some might think that being in a Halfway House would be beneath him. Maybe this works for him. He works as a lawyer in Wayne Enterprises and all he can say to Bruce, when he sees him is this: "Thank you for never giving up on me, old friend."

Though Harvey does get hooked on dnd and he does come by to play once a week. Edward is looking forward to a promotion to head of department.

They all know that sooner or later they'll need to leave the Halfway House and find different accommodation but they all tentatively agree that they won't push themselves before being fully, truly ready for it.

Harley points at Edward and tells him: "I'm gonna miss you guys so much! Why don't we all live together or get apartments in the same building like in a sitcom?"

And Jonathan is the only one who says he hates this idea, though it's very half-hearted and they know he isn't fighting the idea of that.

Waylon gets a job as a fisherman. Man is living out those A perfect Storm dreams of his. He gets paid the most from all of the Rogues because he's always been very materialistic and money means very little to Bruce Wayne.

Mary Dahl and Matt Hagen respectively get jobs working in a theatre group in Gotham. It isn't that visited, but they aren't ridiculed for being who they are. Romance because I ship them and I think this makes more sense than Waylon/Mary lmao. They're in counseling anyway so it's not like they can be that toxic to each other.

Speaking of romance~

The only one who's never gotten as far as the Wayne Gardens Halfway House is the Joker. But you see, that man can do whatever he puts his mind to. He's bored so he might as well speed run his way out of Arkham.

And everyone is worried about this. Because if there's one person who can undo all of their careful progress just by being his loathsome clown self, it's the Joker.

But he, just like all of them, winds up his alarm to get to his Wayne Enterprises job. He is nail bitingly saccharine to them. One time, he even washed the dishes that weren't his in the communal kitchen space. Something's off.

Once confronted, the Joker just smiles and says airily: "Oh pish-posh! I'm just in a good mood is all. I can finally see my boyfriend on a regular basis. Mon amour, Mon petit chou-fleur. Mon âme!"

Something is definitely off because Edward says that the Joker got a nicer job than all of them. He works CLOSELY to Bruce Wayne as his assistant. And that doesn't make sense. Why would Bruce Wayne let that happen? Surely he'd want to avoid someone like the Joker.

And it's Jonathan that sighs: "Do you think that his boyfriend IS Bruce Wayne?"

"No??? Why?? God??? God no???"

"Think about it. Bruce Wayne is the 1%, they're all very weird people with kinks that us in the psychology department would relish in untangling. What's some clown fuckery on the side? If anything, that's a lot tamer than what most of his contemporaries are doing behind closed doors."

Immediate horror from everyone. Harley is the first one to shout: "If that good for nothing clown fucks up this good gig we got by breaking Bruce's heart I'm going to kill him!!"

So they confront the Joker by knocking on his room in the middle of the night. And maybe they shouldn't have done that because he's supposed to be out cold, having been prescribed sleeping pills and all that. But they knock again, nonetheless.

They hear a bang. And a crash from the inside. And half of the Rogues just kind of take a step back. Harley and Pamela are the ones who stay closest to the door. Pamela shouts: "Open up, clown!"

Jonathan narrows his eyes as he cranes his way towards the door, trying to make out the sounds on the other end. He coughs to swallow down a laugh: "There's a lot of moaning in there."

"Hey, hey, you're going to get us all in trouble if you've brought folks over! It's past curfew!" Harley yells.

And it's at this moment that the moaning kind of stops. There aren't any crashes. Someone grips the door handle from the inside and turns it open.

The Rogues all take yet another step back, this time all of them.

It's Batman. The portion of his face visible from the cowl is covered in red lipstick. He sighs, and his voice doesn't quite manage to lose that post make out tinge: "Nobody's going to get in trouble. I'll talk to Bruce Wayne and clear anything up. Go ahead and play your dnd. Thank you, goodbye." And just as he closes the door, the Joker erupts in a fit of laughter on the other end.

"I'LL TALK TO BRUCE WAYNE, HE SAYS! HA! OH!! OH, THAT'S SO FUNNY!!"

[viking-raider]

Do you know how much I want Henry to be the real Agent Argylle, but have him be some like stupidly geeky agent. Like puts fucking Clark Kent to shame, geeky. Give me the glasses, pocket protector, tucked in shirt, with the waistline that's just a tad too high type shit. But this nerd somehow manages to get shite done, because who'd expect this geek to be an Agent of anything, other than a character on a Sunday night DnD session.

[nyanykamito]

I really want to create a rp group, apply few elements from DnD (such as dice rolls to help determine choices and what not), use Original characters and have fun!

We'd meet maybe once or twice a week or few times a month, just see what times work for everyone.

It would be an original story, I'd set up the the structure, the rp group would be a relatively small group maybe 6 people because larger groups are harder to keep track of. And before we rp we'd cross off anonymously what people aren't okay with. (Exa: if you have a fear of spiders, we won't rp an episode where characters are surrounded by spiders or something crazy. )

We could also do mini rp sessions that could act as side stories for the people who are free to rp, and these wouldn't be mandatory at all. They'd be time killers for the people who want to Rp and have time to kill.

You'd just need:

Original character ( have them a little fleshed out character wise, personality and how they look, maybe background. I'll probably create character sheet template to help make info easier to access.)

Creative inspiration (Being able to draw or reference what your character looks like and help keep the story moving along.)

Meet at least once a month (set aside time to role play (it'll be on discord), how long rp lasts will depend upon the group. (If you miss 3 Rp you'll be removed along with your character and we'll bring somebody in. Only exception is if your having irl stuff happen,cause sometimes shite happens. ))

Must be of age, 18+

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 16 - Whumperless Wednesday (Drowning, hostile environment, “I don’t know how anybody could survive that.”)

(OC) Tierney

TW/CW: DnD, whump, brief wing-whump, minor character deaths, murder, rage, enviromental whump, fantasy whump, self sacrifical/careless whumpee, angry whumpee, multiple "whumpers", multiple whumpees, medieval setting, Word count: 1'204

Not every forest in their world was a peaceful place to be. Not even for a druid.

A careful step on the grass covered path. Carefully calculated, always. With the stick she picked up Tierney prodded the front in front of her, a säule(?) of toxic gas erupted out of the flat grass, only barely missing her. They could still feel the acid bite of it on their skin from where she stood. With not even so much as a sigh they continued to follow the makeshift path through the dead grass until a group of tight-sitting holly-bushes. From there on she finally saw what she had been looking for.

A group of forest-folk, probably the closest thing to natives from here, sitting around a fire on tree trunks. And at their feet…

Tierney saw red for a moment as she made out the bound figures at the folk's feet. They looked, in pain, injured and scared. They had been tracking this particular group for a long time now but never was it possible to inercept them. Well now that fight would need to happen here. She scanned the area, it was surrounded by tight standing trees with long, cross-growing arms or open gras squares-which were even more treacherous. So either through the trees-too risky if I get stuck, I'm fucked. Or through the grass patches-very open but doable. painful. Or straight through the holly bushes-she didn't see any blood hunters. Or from above of course..But her wings were currently safely strapped away due to the forest's treacherous nature. Their black tail; testimony of their hellish side twitched nervously. She couldn't wait any longer, she had to do something! And so Tierney hushed to the nearest shadowed grass patch, drawing her bow. With silent precision the first arrow hit the on-guard into the eye, he was instantly dead. Seconds after Tierney stepped to the side and shot another, the closest to her into the throat. Now she bolted forward, setting off toxic gas geysirs into her face every few step, but she didn't care.

The folk were now in a tumult, screaming and pointing at the approaching attacker, preparing to fight.

They aimed their wooden pole they were carrying and shot it forward into the first attackers abdomen. When they doubled over they in the blink of an eye replaced the bow in their hands with daggers, slashing forward towards the woman. They needed to get to the fire! When they heard the all to familiar sound of metal gliding through air she let herself fall to the ground and roll away. Tierney's leather armor, barely protected her from the toxins and the razor-like blades of grass but it was irrelevant.

The sword hit only centimeters next to where she had just stood and was definitely meant to incapacitate, not kill. It made her even more mad. Did they mean to take her prisoner too? Well it wouldn't happen. The image of bloody white feathers flashed in front of her inner eye. Never again.

Two folk came at her, one swinging a whip and another wielding an axe. The one with the axe for one definitely screamed bloody murder. Their feet seemed to always find the safe grass patches and even if not, it didn't seem to hurt them as much as foreigners.

They took a deep breath, hostile or not this forest was still nature. And she was still one with nature. The morphed-wildshaped wolf ears on her head twitched as Tierney connected to the forest and then pulled, effectively shiting the terrain and creating hills and holes on the clearing, shifting the advantage of a known battefield to her. The axe wielder in front of them had lost balance and was struggling to keep standing. Without wasting another second and a stone-like facial expression the child between an Avariel and a Tiefling shot forward and slit his throat. But the whip wielder was still alive and re-gained his footing. Deciding that it for now was smarter to run Tierney bolted towards the campfire. At this point purely driven by adrenaline and a promise, as her skin screamed from acid and her clothing and skin was torn from grass and tree twigs. As quickly as they could they cut free the prisoners. When they came to the last one though a harsh and blinding pain exploded in their back, on their wings. Pain like...A whip. Tierney shot around and was eye-to-eye with the last remaining folk. And its whip that had previously burned across their back.

The folk had no words left for the murderer that had infiltrated their camp and killed their colleagues, their whip heavy in their hand. The two seemed wait for the other one to move first, them with whip in hand and her with bow raised. In their rage they didn't see anything but the creature ahead of them. And so they couldn't see one of their previous prisoners run into their side full force. And before their footing could be regained an arrow had already pierced their heart.

Tierney stepped forward and pulled the arrow out of the dead folk's body. There was no remorse on her face only stone. But when she turned to face the freed creature her expression finally softened. With an outstretched hand she helped the other get up again and checked for threatening injuries. That process was repeated with the others too. None of them seemed fataly injured tho, only hurt and deep in shock. Knowing that any words of affirmation would be pointless while still in the forest she collected all her arrows and lead the group safely out of the forest. When they had finally, after a long and silent hike reached the outskirts of a village again Tierney turned around. She inspected the terrified and sometimes crying faces in front of her and a deep sorrow marked her features. Sorrow at their suffering, at all suffering and the ones she couldn't save. Blood white feathers, again. "You're safe now, I'm sorry for what you went through and what you additionally had to see but it was the only way to safely get you out of their hands. They can't hurt you anymore, you're free to go, you should be safe in this village.", she explained as kindly as she was capable of.

The party scattered pretty quickly only one boy remained, slightly younger than Tierney going by pure appearance. He looked like he wanted to say something. His gaze wandering over the open cut from the whip, exposing her wings to the dozens of tiny cuts on her legs and arms, to the nasty burns everywhere on her body and face. "Thank you for saving us. But how-How are you even still alive? With everything you just-I don’t know how anybody could survive that."

They looked at the boy, shaking on his legs. "I've had worse." , "I'm used to pain." Both answers they could give, both truthful. But instead they simply said: "I wasn't gonna leave you guys there to suffer." And with that they dissapeared into the shadows of the villagek, searching for the nearest fountain to clean their weapons and wounds and a place to rest.

Taglist: @ailesswhumptober, @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt

@shattermind-8

[atlas539]

I'm back on my DnD shite and have started listening to Candela Obscura. Alot of people have icks about it, but I'm honestly here for the characters and oh my god Brennan Lee Mulligan's character has me in a chokehold. I'm honestly thinking of making a character that would fit into the setting. But ye.

[des-no9]

Been tagged by a few lovely people in this! <3

Last song played: Swing - Sofi Tukker, Mahmut Orhan

Favorite color: Pink and Purple!

Favorite dish: Probably egg fried rice. Absolute comfort dish. And I can throw anything on it, or just have as is.

Current Favorite characters: Kith'rak Voss, obvs. Prince Orpheus, and my current top tier OCs Vanquish, Tuj, Azzie. And then all the githyanki that exist.

Currently watching: Been re-watching Hannibal for the 2938th time. It's the only show I can watch when I write. It probably shows in my writing hah. I'm not watching anything new rn bc I couldn't dl anything bc no space. But now....space....

Last movie I watched: Arrival. An absolute fav.

Current obsession: DND and BG3!

Last thing I googled: How to do a details tag on AO3 bc my memory is shite.

Thank you everyone who tagged me!!! <333 too shy to tag anyone else dlkfjdkf.