#he genuinely seems like on some level he wants to help jon! idk why but that seems to be what he's going for!

[bardic-irritation]

why tf is Michael always here fucking around in the archives and failing to either help or terrorize anyone??

fear entity more like here entity!?

[simplyallytie]

Need DM advice or help to deal with problematic players.

So. I'm considering ending my campaign even though the story isn't finished cause idk how to deal with a problematic player.

One of my players said "I want my character to die. He's too boring. He's better in the other campaign cause he actually does things."

And honestly that super hurtful so I don't want to DM these people anymore -- especially him.

Mind you this guy is constantly on his phone while we are playing. Gets visibly upset when his character gets charmed and he can't roll high enough to break the charm. And the only character arc he had given the character is that he wants to get bang the crown currently missing princess who has only met his character twice and he expects her to marry him. What fucked up fuckboy bullshit it that? Realistically speaking.

Another player wanted to change characters cause no mater how hard she tried she just couldn't get the feeling of her old character so I allowed the change.

But saying that you prefer to play your same character in another campaign cause he is better is saying mine's bad. (Later I learnt that this player gave a lot of problems and bitched to the DM in the other campaign. So the DM pretty much did whatever to please him rather than having him try make a 3 dimensional character and regrets it cause it derailed the story the DM created. So the problem is him not the DMs)

Then he says all my character does is swing his axe. And when a god asked this character what is your purpose he said "just wanna save people" and that's it didn't give some background or a why or anything it was. It genuine at all. And then gets upset when the god doesn't think it's good enough - especially after he tried commit treason? He could have talked about his family or even the girl he is illogically obsessed with. But no. He is also tried to start treason in a city that the Queen and royal princess recently died and the town adores their king and are mourning the loss...like obviously no one is gonna like that.

Especially when other characters gave the the god really heartful and meaningful reasons. Like. No. Like what the fuck. Also he's the most powerful of the group SO OBVIOUSLY BAD GUYS WILL GO AFTER YOU FIRSY BUDDY. UGH. I HAVE TO GIVE MONSTERS HP TAX SO FIGHTS DONT END IN HIS ROUND. (This is my bad since I let him do a Viking homebrew that I had to nerf a bit but he still so strong. Like crazy strong. He is like a mix of a barbarian, fighter and a beast master it's crazy)

This guy also has his own campaign - where the same character he has in my campaign is a level 20 main character of the whole story. And is pretty much a perfect demigod king that can do no wrong and everyone loves him. Aka a Mary Sue version of Jon Snow and the player combined.

I honestly don't know how to deal with this player. It's not my fault he can't be creative and make/play a 3-dimensional character. He's had the opportunity to interact and make stuff interesting but the player is always on his phone and then doesn't bother trying to think out of the box. Or asks for really insane demands that don't go his way cause THEY ARE SO INSANE I RAISE OF THE DC SUPER HIGH.

I honestly just wanna quit my campaign if this player is gonna be a baby cause his characters doesn't get to be this perfect Mary sue he was in the other campaign.

DMs any advice on how to handle this? I enjoy my campaign but I don't wanna bother playing if 1/4 players whines because he can't be an OP god and says hurtful things like that.

And I don't think it's my campaign since the other three players usually seem really excited or blown away after each session. I want this player to continue playing cause his character is part of the story arc but I also don't want to have this player be part of the story if he thinks he is too good for this (when in reality he can't have a creative character and just has a marysue character that I am not allowing to be this OP mecha character)

Aaaaaaugh

[everythingjonsa]

Idk if you take prompts but could you do one where Jon’s Sansa’s neighbour and he’s an absolute playboy.

Well I am not sure if I am good with prompts Anonny, but I’ll try my best, for your sake lol. So.. Here Goes nothing….

“Oh Jon… Yes…yes.. Aanngh Unngh” 

Sansa stared at the scene in front of her eyes, unable to move from the spot. How could she? If she had to get to her apartment she had to cross the couple plastered against the door of the apartment opposite to her’s, though judging by the way their mouths were fused and their hands in places she didn’t dare name, she wondered if she could tiptoe past them and just disappear without getting noticed. But her neighbor was not just any other neighbor. This was Jon Snow, her brother’s best friend, whom she’d known all her life, who had kindly offered her not just a job at Black Castle - an architecture firm he owned but also his luxurious spare apartment while she settled into King’s Landing. So, he was not just her neighbor and good friend, but also her super super boss - and this was a terrible complication. 

The color rose to Sansa’s face as she saw Jon’s hand wandering deeper and deeper into the blonde haired girl’s skirt and she decided that it was time she turned around and ran in the opposite direction. But fate would not have it, for just as she swiveled her heel broke and she tripped dropping the bag of groceries she was holding, promptly landing rather ungracefully on scattered oranges with an audible squash. 

“Sansa.. Shit” she heard Jon curse loudly behind her seconds before his strong hands pulled her back up in a standing position. Sansa knew an orange was still stuck to her thigh but she didn’t want to look more inelegant than she already did by plucking it out from under her black skirt. So she let it stay there, hoping Jon would just leave her alone soon and get back to his… business. 

“Are you alright?” he asked her, his hands still lingering on her upper arms. The blonde woman behind him had straightened her clothes and was now looking at her curiously. 

“Yes, I am fine. Thank you.” she said and put her right foot forward realizing a little too late that it was that very shoe that had a broken heel and so she tumbles straight into the arms of the very man she was trying to escape. 

“Woah…” Jon held her steady with one arm and looked apologetically at his company for the night. “Val, I’m sorry but umm.. could we do… er… this some other time?”

“NO!��� Sansa protested, twisting in his iron grip but he held on to her. “Jon, I am alright. Really, there’s nothing to worry about.”

The blonde girl smiled brightly at Jon as she sauntered towards him and kissed him soundly on his lips. “This night was over the minute you called me, Val. My name is Sally.” Jon had the decency to look embarrassed. She then turned towards Sansa and blew her a kiss. “You didn’t have to try so hard, love. He was yours the second he saw you.” She looked back at Jon who had turned beet red, a laugh etched on her face. “Let me present to you dickheads, the simple solution to the problem, which both of you seem oblivious to.” She simply bent down and pulled off both of Sansa’s shoes.  And just like that she walked out of the corridor leaving lots and lots of tension and awkwardness behind her. 

Jon released Sansa, like she’d burnt him, stuffing his hands into his trouser pockets. “Right, so now that it’s been established that I lack both manners and intelligence, I am wondering what else this night has in store for me.”

A smile slowly appeared on Sansa’s face which soon changed into a giggle and before they knew it, both Jon and Sansa burst out laughing. 

“You… called he-her V-Val!” Sansa said wiping the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. 

“I … re-really thought her name was Val.” Jon was holding his stomach. “I’m pretty sure Val’s her twin sister then.”

“OH Jon!” cried Sansa, her stomach hurting with all the laughing. “You are impossible! H-How do women tolerate you?”

Jon’s laughter ebbed a little at her question. “Do you really want to know?”

Sansa’s laughter died down at that too. She didn’t answer that question. She simply stood up and started picking up her scattered  items. Jon immediately jumped in to help her. “I’m sorry, you had to see me like that.” He apologized to her with a genuine expression on his face. 

“It’s alright, Jon.” said Sansa affably. “Maybe next time a man has me pinned to my door, we could call it even.”

For a second Jon’s movements stilled and his body became rigid. He regarded Sansa very seriously. “You can’t be influenced by my actions, Sansa. I am a jerk. It is known.” He stood up with her, and handed her the bags and gave her a smile. “Besides, Robb has given me standing instructions to…”

“Murder any guy who comes near me?” Sansa asked Jon, rolling her eyes. “Please! I am not 16 anymore. I am all grown up now.”

“Yes, I can see that.” Jon said his eyes locked with hers and Sansa felt an unfamiliar sensation attack her senses. He bent a little retrieving the orange that had traveled from her thigh to her calf and Sansa inhaled audibly and his fingers brushed her calf and he looked up at her sharply. 

“Oops!” said Sansa, her heart thudding wildly in her chest. “Can’t be using that one anymore..” She tried to laugh trying her level best to cover the huskiness in her voice. Then she tried a desperate change in topic. “I hope this is not awkward Jon. Me working for you, when I’ve known you all my life.”

Jon smiled, tossing the squashed orange into a trash can nearby, then looked at Sansa as he absently licked the juice off his fingers. Suddenly Sansa experienced the feeling of being chucked into a furnace for such was the heat that errupted from within her. Somehow, Jon’s actions felt very intimate, considering where the orange had been. But Jon didn’t seem to notice Sansa’s affliction and she thanked god for small mercies. 

“You know the minute I step into the office, I morph into another person.” He said with a casual shrug of his broad shoulders and Sansa knew how true that was. She’d observed him from afar. He was a tough task master and made people quake with a simple stare. It was good that she didn’t have to work directly under him. He took a step forward and touched her cheek with his palm. “I hope you understand why I need to be that person.”

“Yes Sir” said Sansa, hoping he couldn’t feel how hot her cheek had become. 

Jon took a step forward and kissed her forehead and the simple kiss lasted longer than she imagined it would. He withdrew and almost leaned in towards her and Sansa’s heart stopped beating altogether. But then he gave a slight nod, and said “Goodnight, Sansa.” and walked into his apartment. 

Sansa rushed into hers and shut the door behind her. Jon Snow - childhood friend, Casanova, neighbor, tough boss and latest addition  - Biggest CRUSH! Sansa groaned loudly. This was indeed a complication - a terrible complication.

 I hope you like reading this Nonny!! @kitten1618x should i cower??