#im in love with my own dnd character

[theravenloftwanderers]

🥀 𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖉 - 𝕭𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓🥀

It's my birthday!!! Here's a collection of just self-indulgent drawings of Phil. Plus a fun edit of her as well cause well. Why not I suppose? This collection is available as wallpaper on my patron.

Prolly won't post much once again cause I'm going to be working on commissions! Queue has been flooded once more. By the end of today, my commissions will be closed. Also, I got my tumblr fixed up.

[quasieli]

I have once again fallen into a trap of my own making*

*making the future children of DND characters that will not be making an appearance in the campaign until prob the last session (if at all)

[chloecorvid]

My D&D character Norphanus is having a looooot of feelings as of late. Some good, some bad, mostly confused and uncertain. And I needed a new portrait of him for my... 9th playlist based on him and this game he's in. So! Here that is!

[kittenpower05]

Im back at work but my ttrpg ramblings have actively bit me in the ass. Time to BS a whole 800 word essay in 7 hours

[haleandwellmet]

Cozy tavern commission of Pip the bard for @writersstareoutwindows ✨️🍺

[glass-trash-bab]

Everyone look at my silly rabbit

[sageofthestarz]

Looking through my wips rn thinking ya'know maybe I am a whore at heart

[undermostcorgi]

drawing other people's dnd characters based on the image i made of them in my head and NOTHING ELSE because i'm evil

[swordslibrary]

hes too tall for these damn doorways

[deer-with-a-stick]

Fantasy necromancer with black rose motifs? boring.

Fantasy necromancer with red spider lily motifs? count me in

[b0nelessdoodles]

i am obsessed with two shitty little goblins with a complicated relationship and backstory 👏👏👏👏

[ourstochoose9]

You're telling me there aren't any fanfics about my ocs already? I have to write that shit MYSELF???

[plinchy]

You would think I'd get tired of thinking about the same character everyday, but I don't. It doesn't end. I feel insane but I also don't want to stop

[milkybishop]

i think i just need to go to bed but im just a bit :T about my characters rn, like none of them are really capturing my attention, i'm more rolling them around for the sake of rolling them around

[valenishere]

Hello, I just read your post for the Imposter Au for Sagau involving a certain...beast from DnD, and I have to say I adore the idea, I may not wish to write for Imposter AU but I do enjoy browsing it and your is a wonderful concept.

I have heard the fan song made about that creature's lullaby enough times to picture that haunting melody playing as it hunts down anyone that dares intrude in its domain, steadily growing in power more and more as it feasts and grows.

Imagine it devours one of the Archons, their guard let down for just the most minute of instances as they feel something is wrong, and gains their powers, and with it a taste for their powers, one by one the nations fall into chaos as the False Hydra grows in power, a lullaby echoing across Teyvat.

Until at last it is called to aid its master in deposing the Imposter and throwing the world into chaos. Then and only then does the song fade, as sky scraper sized necks and heads turn towards Celestia, soulless pits for eyes meeting horrified gazes of the Celestial Gods as countless mouths stretch into grins.

At least that is the image that comes to my mind, I apologize if it is a mess but I am quite tired at the moment lol.

That said, stay safe and take care.

Sagau Idea prt2, prt 1.

[oooohhh ok this just gave me an idea (sorry for replying so sooo late)

Read the first part for more context. A bit of a uhh messy context but it works trust. As usual this will not be proofread and will very likely have very bad grammar. An attempt to write semi okay was made here. Also uhh poor attempt at writing smth great i dunno im kronked out

Mentions of injury, implied murders, blood, and implied cult

By now, you've probably figured out, Falseh is in fact, the homebrew monster, the False Hydra. Sings songs that makes people forget it exists and once it eats people, the eaten are forgotten completely too. Like they never existed in the first place.

In the first part, you(the hunted imposter) made Falseh to try and save yourself from getting killed. And it worked! Maybe a little too well. Because after getting a proper meal for the first time in almost a year now, right in the middle of the city of Liyue, AND getting a peaceful bath, your mind turned. And it turned.

And it didn't go to a nice place. How could it?

After having the fear of being impaled engrained into your mind not even an hour of arriving here, months of torture from sleepless nights, paranoia, and starvation, months of being subjected to unbridled hate from the people you loved, the very same people who wishes for your death from the bottom of their heart, and who caused you unbelievable amounts of grief and loss?

You don't want to think anymore. You can't.

They killed your characters. Your beloved characters.

With your last child... you want to find out just how far you can really go.

It was almost laughable how easy it was to get to the palace. That overextravagant palace built in the horizon. So big and shiny. And so out of place. Something that clearly shouldn't even exist at all.

The hailed "Creator" lounges atop their grand throne, rows upon rows of servants waiting at their beck and call. The face they claimed as their own shows naught but satisfaction. They have found a new way to expand their army. After watching what that imposter keeps doing, they thought, why not make their own?

It was brilliant! With twice the amount of pursuers, not even that elusive imposter would escape for long. They've already been informed by the Tianquan herself that the imposter is close to their grasps, and that it won't be long before their head is presented before the throne. Oh they just can't wait. Once that pest is gone, they'll finally be the one and only True God.

However, their thoughts of victory was quickly interrupted by shouts rights outside of the throne room. They click their tongue in irritation.

Which blithering fool dares make a ruckus in the All Creators domain!?

It's you.

You're the one causing a ruckus.

But to think that they'd make this much fuss just because they noticed you for the first time since walking inside. Although to be fair, they probably just thought that no one would just dare to waltz in into THE Creators castle, even if it is unguarded at the front.

Just being in this place grates your nerves. The sparkly hallways, the tacky extravagant furniture and drapes, the vibe, everything. You hate this place just looking at it from the outside, and ever since coming inside, you hate it even more. But you can tell that Falseh is very happy, so you suppose there's that.

He's been having lots of snacks starting from the gates after all.

The way that the guards immediately point their weapons at you to attack, only to disappear the next second makes you laugh a little every time.

And it's extra funny because the people beside them never reacted to their companions disappearing in the blink of an eye. Because to them, there was never anyone beside them in the first place.

You almost feel bad. You think you recognize some of those people. Brightly colored individuals. A flash of dark blue, someone with big ears, some reds, and... some other colors. But you honestly can't care less. You can't tell them apart anymore after all. They all just look... faceless to you.

It isn't long before all sounds ceased, and the creator leaned back against their chair.

The hailed "Creator" lounges atop their grand throne, rows upon rows of servants waiting at their beck and call. The face they claimed as their own shows naught but satisfaction. They have found a new way to expand their army. After watching what that imposter keeps doing, they thought, why not make their own? They could use them as guardsmen to their castle as well! It's brilliant!

However, their thoughts of victory was quickly interrupted as the door to the throne room was thrown open with a loud bang. They click their tongue in irritation.

Which blithering fool dares make a ruckus in the All Creators domain!?

It's you.

You're the one who caused the ruckus.

You took slow steps into the room, surveying your surroundings with disinterest.

'God... just when I thought I couldn't hate this place anymore than I do. I get shown this.'

You recognize some of them this time. The strongest ç̷̼̱̮̔͗̅̿ḩ̵̱̖̪͊̇̀̂͆̄̕a̴͔͎̜͔̾ř̴̡̬̤̱̝̗͚́̽̊͑a̷̦̥̩͈͋̑̾̈́̅̑͑c̴̳͓͕̲̓̔̊͝͠͠t̸̡̧̤̘͓͍͍̎̆̃e̸̢̨͓̾̃̊̃̀̏ŗ̷̮̰̂͐͋̋͝s̵̨̛̩͈͚̹͊̏̚ ý̸̹̦̻̘̱̉̍o̶̧̡̧̧̟̪̺͙͙͓̦̺͈̥̞̠͖͍̣͕͌̓̇̍̈́̀̒́̃̓̔̅̉̇̄̾͆̽̆̾̓͒͂̑̃͌̚͘͘͜͠͝͠ũ̷̟̞̤͚̪̰͚̥̰͇̍̏͐̽̄͛̂͛́̌̓͗̂̽̅̆̄̄̽̿̚͘̕͝ ̶̡̛̫͙̣̗̰͚͍̟̠̟̳̤͕̖͎͎̮͔͍̉͌̇̆̔̿̎̅̇͒͛̐͗̊̋͊́͑̓͊͜͜͝͠b̶̡̢̡̛͖̮͇͓̮̲̘̹͓͈̞̤̻̭̬̻̱̬̗̩͈̤̖̗͖̈́̅͊͌̊̄̂̋̑̓͆̓̈́̈́̈́͊̿̓͛̏͌͐̇̋͆̊̌͘̚͘͠͠͠ú̵̢̝̟͚̥̭̭͚̮͉̟̤̫͇̻̩͓̫̎̌į̴̛͈͙̥̯̟̖̥̤͎̫͙͉̟̟̫̝̘͚͎́͂̾͗̎͊́̎̉̒͋͛̽̓̋̓̍̈́̇͑̓̓̀̌̇̏̾̕͝͝͝ḽ̴̢̡̢̢̲̞͎͕̙͈̝̪̭͓̞̪̼̝̜̈́ţ̸̡̡̛̳͓̭̺͔̠̘͎̲̘̠̺͈̖͓̙̬̤͍̞̦̱͇̞̒̀̿̊͌͒̀̐́̑͂̌͛̄͋̌̎̐̋̾̅̾̇̓̋͘̕̚͜͜͠ people you know, waiting at the feet of someone who'd toss them aside at a heartbeat.

They truly do look pathetic.

Like unloved dogs who has given their undying loyalty to the first scoundrel who tossed them some maggot infested scraps.

They're just painful to̸̡̡̨̝̺̹̫̤̠̼͔͓͓͒̔̾̂̐̃̿͒͆̔̈̆̕͠ l̶̢̨̛̥͎̹̣͕͍͉̱̭̫͈̜̮̪̞̖̞͒̉́̂̊̿̌̑̌̒͑̍̓̅͠͠o̵̧̡̡̝̲͕͚̲̟̞̭̣͎̓̽̓̈́̓͆̓͠o̸͇̍͆͋̕͜k̶̰̩̙̰̩͔͙̽͆́̋͊̓̈͊̀͋̒̑̇̔̊̿͝͝ͅ a̶̢̧̨͈͚̱̙̦̬̺̜̫̮̬͔̖̙͔̖̥̤̥̎͒͑͌͐̍͛́̊̒̈́̏̀̆͒̾̎̈́̐̆́͘͝͠ͅţ̷̢͉̯̯͍̹̩̬͇͓̮̦̯̣̪̺̝̳̹̪̗͔̞̈́̋̍͛̑͌́̂̉͋͛̇̿̓͋͌̃̈́͘͝.

The hailed "Creator" lounges atop their grand throne, the face they claimed as their own showing naught but irritation, their eyes narrowed at the figure standing in the middle of their throne room. There may be no one with them at the moment, but this dirty peasant has the gall to stand before the True God without prostrating themselves!? How utterly despicable!

Who does this blithering fool think they are!?

"Wha̵̢̧̨̛̛̘̤̼͚̪̩̘̯̥̬̞͚̰̼͚̱̘͖̗̍͛͛̿̂̒́͆̑̕̕͝t̴̨̨̨̧̛̪̠̪̲̼̜͖͚͉̤̠̳̰̼͙͙̗͍̰͕͖͔̲̼̖̭̳̮̼̤́̐̀̉̓́̀̆̀̃͂͆̔͆̈̃̋̿́́̿̐́̈́̎̐͘̚̕͘͜͠ͅ-̵̡͈̠̲̳͚̠͎̣̙̙̱̣̟̪͙̪̙̺͇̍̈́̋̔̐͗͗̋̅́͒́̐́̈́̊̔̉͑̀̔̉͆̇̂̅̈̿͌́̆̋̇͂́̿͊̀̓͒̕͜͝-̵̧̧̧̨̛̤͔̯̹͔͇̲̮̙̮̦͕̟̗͚̣̫̪͙͉̟̦͓̫̪̬̜̥͈̭͚̼͎̥̪̼̝̯͎̋͊̂̄̍̂́́̆̋̐͑́̍͑̀͗́̌͗̓̅̽̇͆͒͋́̆̈́̎̆͌̎̕͜͜͝͝͝͝"̸̧̢̛̻͚̗̱͇͍͙͎͔͇̰̗̠̑̓͛̀́̀͗̈̓̇̂̌̃͋͘͜͝͝

The Creator's throne glitters within the light of the throne room, barren and standing tall, awaiting its rightful owner.

A lone figure stood in the middle of the room, looking up at the grand throne with disinterested eyes.

It's you.

You stood there.

You stood in the middle of the empty grandiose throne room, feeling your skin crawl just standing in the presence of such a... symbol of error. A symbol of oppression.

And you know that the longer you stay in here, the more you'd want to keel over and hurl.

So you turn around, walking away from the empty seat.

And you know.

The song has stopped.

And you hear it. All of it.

Bones snapping. Breaking. Flesh, tearing. Squelching as it is bitten through.

Hell you can smell it pretty clearly too.

All around you, you see. Pools of blood. Bloodied weapons with no owners to be found. Dismembered limbs scattered across the floor, which was soon snapped up by tendrils of flesh, teeth grinning as it chews on its food.

The cacophony of grotesque sounds, sight, and smells is most definitely disgusting.

Although oddly enough, it's also somehow comforting.

As you leave, a listless hum leaves your lips, the song that has stuck to your head after being sung in your ears for quite a while now. A few words slips out.

"--... Dulcis puer~... dulcis puer~..."

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You stroll across the city, refreshed and with a skip in your step. People looks at you and found themselves smiling as well.

"My isn't that one a jolly fellow."

"They must've had quite a great adventure then."

"Oh for sure! Just look at how happy they look!"

Oh and you sure are. It has been weeks since then, and you still see remnants like statues and temples and shit, but no one has mentioned anything about a higher all true god for so long.

You were a bit worried about the technicalities of Falseh's power, but it seems you have done it. No one is no longer hunting you, the artificial life that were created by them were promptly cleaned up by your kid, and no one remembers anything about them ever existing anymore.

You can go the city, eat wherever you want, talk to whomever you want, without fearing for your life. You still kept your face hidden and adjusted your voice when interacting with people, but as you know, habits die hard.

You have never felt so relieved. Relaxed.

It's finally over. Now you can--

What's that giant float?

You approach one of the workers, looking up at the... extravagant float. Just looking at it is... making your skin crawl.

"Uh, hello. Is there-- is-- is there a festival coming? Looks... lo--looks pretty big."

The worker laughs, patting your shoulder roughly. "No need to be nervous my friend! It is the time for great joy after all!"

You laugh awkwardly, wincing. "And-- and remind me again-- for-- For what? Exact--Exactly?"

"Why, for the celebration of course! Where we pray for blessings and offer up tributes to our one and only God!"

You blink at him, dumbfounded. "... to Morax?"

He laughs again, like you've told the greatest joke. "While we do have celebrations like these for Rex Lapis as well, this is different! This is the day of our reverence to the True God, the Creator! Surely you have a day like this in your country too--"

You felt your stomach drop.

Oh no.

Oh no.

[metis-iphigenia]

Routes I Would Want For Damian Wayne's Character(because I desperately dont want him to become Batman)

1) TRAVEL ROUTE

• in my opinion, Damian's travel arc was really short. I was actually expecting it to be longer but instead he came to Gotham earlier.

i think travelling, learning new cultures, meeting new people would be better for Damian's character as he is seen to be always confused about who he is and who he wants to be.

one of his main things about Damian's character currently is him being confused about who he is and him not wanting to live under his parents shadow(which is why im not happy with the "damian is a mini bruce" or the "father like son" agenda they keep pushing in the comics but i will tak about that for another day)

if damian was away from his family like be was in the lazarus island, i think he have a better chance at finding out who he is because he is seperated from what others want him to be. also everything would be funnier imo

maybe Nika would join him and we could see Nika panicking about how to break the "Ra's al ghost" issue to him while Damian is just happy to have Nika with him. or we can have Suren&Damian&Maya trio(or dnd trio as me and my bff call them) reunion that would be so fun.

> my point is, I dont think Damian is meant for Gotham. I dont think Gotham is the route for him

2) SEPARATE VIGILANTE ROUTE

• I have seen SO many things about Damian creating his own persona, a one that he is comfortable with and i absolutely love the ideas even if its not my favourite one

shadowbird/blackbird/redbird/ghoul/caracal etc.. i have seen SO SO many things but i think "Shadowbird" and "Caracal" is my favourite one by far.

Shadowbird both follow his father side of the familys "bird theme" and his mother side of the familys "shadow theme" and in that sense i really like it.

i love Caracal because its really ironic considering caracal is a feline type creature and isnt on theme with the rest of his family😭😭 i find it funny

all of the names are very very nice and lovely imp i love all the original concepts!!

3)MEDICAL ROUTE

• i have two ideas for this one so i will separate them to make them easier to read

1)) nearly everyone knows this one. Its damian becoming a vet. i REALLY love this idea. I also love him moving to a cottage and opening up a clinic there. or maybe a farm too!!

2)) the second one is damian becoming a doctor.(surgeon to be exact) The reason for this idea is comes from him being a doctor to save lives to make up for the ones he ended.(since being a doctor is a very time consuming job so this kinda implies him stopping being a vigilante)

4)CIVILLIAN ROUTE

• I think one of damians main problems with not knowing who he is comes from the exceptations he has placed on himself because of the mantles/titles he had gotten in his life.(son of the bat, heir to the demon, future batman, demonhead, robin etc..) if he were to be separated away from these he would at first maybe be confused with what to do but it would be better for him imo. i think he really could be in peace with himself if the civillian route were the case.

also there is something really sweet about him leaving the life of violence/fighting behind him considering his whole life has been filled with chaos.

i would love him being roomates with one of his friends(either Colin or with his cousin and brother Mara and Respawn)

5)ART ROUTE

• this one is a route where he goes to an art school in bludhaven(dont ask me why bludhaven it mostly because its a canon event for nearly most batkid to live there at least once) and becoming an artist!!

>>> If you have a route for Damian please tell me i love reading about damian!! <<<