#just completely by accident

[thaethiira]

The first D&D game I was allowed to actually participate in (long story, short version is that I got introduced to D&D at 14 but bc i was a girl I was never allowed to actually do anything until I was nearly thirty and met my best friend, who immediately wanted to run a game for me) was a tiefling halfling who was raised in a coven of midwives that happened to worship Asmodeus, and were basically the priests of the seaside village in Luiren; as they were midwives and basically the generations of women keeping everyone alive, nobody cared much that they had a tall red gentleman over for dinner every week.

I wanted to play a travelling priest of Asmodeus that dressed exactly like a Catholic priest and talked like a Southern Protestant preacher. So that's what I did. Because he was a priest of Devils, that meant he was very concerned--of course--with contracts.

The first dungeon he went in, he asked every monster there two things: 1. Do you want to fuck? 2. Are you happy here? Do you need some legal representation or help unionising?

I think he got through the Hellhound, the Stormwing, and the Drider before Strahd showed up and was like 'STOP THAT'S NOT HOW YOU WIN THE MURDERMAZE'

That is not the right thing to say to someone raised on contract law. Five minutes later he's poring over this contract, and asking Strahd if he's happy here, does he need some legal representation or help unionising against the Dark Powers?

Turns out you can marry into being a Dark Sovereign of Ravenloft, and if if your partner agrees can in fact seize power that way.

And that's how my priest solves problems; I realised real quickly that Devils and Demons are just political factions of the same species--fiends are fiends--and that the joke about 'lawyers are evil' doesn't work on ME, who has always been aided by lawyers and sees no reason they're bad at all, they're very kind people actually, they helped me change my name and gender, and get divorced, and get monies from the govt so I could eat, and they help defend people's human rights, and all! Why could they be evil??

Putting all tabletop players into a college level ethics class and forcing them to turn in a paper on moral philosophy before buying a new book

[apollos-boyfriend]

something they don’t tell you about being autistic is that every character you write WILL end up autistic/autistic-coded whether you like it or not

[trashmammal-7]

I'm fucking sobbing over this

First of all, what business did Spot have being anywhere near a transporter. Second of all, the transporter can do what?? "Yeah sorry about your cat. We sent her through the transgender operation transporter. Yeah.... sorry again." I'm in tears.

[scribblestatic]

So, you know how lanolin smells really nice to cats?

Well, Narinder is super standoffish after he's indoctrinated, but as time goes on, he finally starts putting some of his barriers down.

He sleeps in his own hut for a while, but he can't sleep well. He's not used to sleep. The Lamb only does it because "it's comforting" or something, but he hasn't done it in so long. So really, he's just been awake the whole time and increasingly cranky about it.

So Lamb, seeing him struggle to stay awake while working in the garden, pulls him over to their hut to talk out why he's not sleeping.

But Narinder starts dozing off within moments. Because Lamb's hut smells like them. Smells like their wool. Smells like lanolin.

And it's got him slumped on Lamb's couch, third eyelid partway over his squinted eyes, pupils blown wide as he purrs and sinks his claws into their cushions.

When he wakes up several hours later, he doesn't know what the hell happened.

Lamb simply smiles and sends him back home with a new blanket, made from a recent sheer.

Narinder calls the blanket gross.

He yowls like he's going to cause Armageddon if it goes missing.

[lucabyte]

Different standards

[lazyveran]

teen being wanda's son has got to utterly piss off agatha in a truly deep, soul cutting way. i mean, not only is wanda the scarlet witch, a being of complete power, the woman that trapped her in a goddamn revolving door of tv tropes for 3 years, but she also cheated her way into keeping her imaginary son.

in agatha's eyes wanda maximoff got everything she's ever wanted, and its not fair. no wonder she immediately turns on the vicious, ice-cold malice towards teen as soon as it clicks into place. not only did she care for him (what a kick in the balls that is), she's also just been taunted with her dead son's voice, while wanda's stands in front of her posturing over morality (of all things, it was absolutely the worst time of all to start yapping about that. agatha's just been told her mother wished she killed her at birth, i really dont think she was up for a chat on ethics)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 169

Danny is from a world where everyone has wings, even if most have long since lost the ability to fly. Something about loading and aspect ratio, wings being too small, body too heavy, now mostly used as display, whatever. 

It doesn’t matter even if he had blueprints from when he was like six of a jetpack to help fly. It won’t work anyway and hey, he has his ghost form! Which uh, might be perhaps, affecting his wings which were maybe sort of scorched black and practically down to the bone thanks to the accident. 

It doesn’t matter, he swears. Though he’s admittedly relieved to see the new feathers growing in are different from Dan’s angry sunset. Even if they’re not even supposed to be able to grow back. Alright, this is fine, no one is going to notice! It’s not like everyone knows about the poor Fenton kid whose wings were absolutely destroyed thanks to an accident! It’s fine. 

He’s not flying in a half-panic towards the Far Frozen while crying because his wings are coming back and he’s so scared. He didn’t panic and instantly fled the moment Jazz pointed them out while changing the bandages. 

He definitely didn’t trip over something while wiping away said tears and blacking out from all the stress and all of his problems that he definitely mentioned to someone and isn’t keeping a secret. Definitely. 

Hawkwoman and Hawkman would like everyone to know that neither of them were expecting a very small child to be spat out of the villain of that week’s machine that should definitely not be a portal. A very small child, maybe nine or ten, with a multitude of concerning wounds both old and fresh. Which isn’t even beginning to touch on the wings. 

Feathered, like baby down despite the gnarled scars, unlike their own metallic, with the beginning of tiny specklings like stars amidst the darker fuzz peeking from the wounded flesh. 

Who?! Who dared?! It’s (at least to the forever reincarnating duo) a literal baby! They still have down! Tiny baby fuzz! Was it the portal?! Oh this villain is going to taste their maces for causing this if that’s the case! 

The rest of the Justice League would honestly like to know what just happened and are honestly unsure on if they should stop the two…

[lazylittledragon]

oK so after like?? 3+ years of trying to treat my IBS i just found out i almost DEFINITELY actually have RCPD??? no wonder nothing was working it's not the food it's my FUCKING BODY that's the problem!!!

[faeriekit]

New In Town (dp x dc)

ALRIGHT! 👏🏽 A prompt. (Or, well. A premise.) I’m schtealing a lot of worldbuilding from @mediumsizedpidegon���s post here so bear with me please.

The Bats, however they catch wind of Amity, catch wind of Amity Park. Of course they do. Amity Park has a very distinct presence— Or, well, a lack of a presence. It may have an abundance of documented weirdness online, from folk stories to abandoned livestreams to concerning details in expats’ online blogs.

But there is no online evidence of Amity Park that leaves Amity Park.

So. What is a family of detectives to do when confronted with the need to gather physical evidence? Road Trip, baby!🏄🏽‍♂️🚗🚞🚡

Everyone hops in the car/Batplane and makes their way to Amity Park; they make hotel reservations, ring up the only reasonably rich enough people to even touch their social circle (the Manson family, and Vlad Masters, apparently), make an itinerary for all the documented tourist stops to hit up while in town off the town website, and prepare themselves for whatever dimensional weirdness is causing a complete tech blackout on the town and an inability to be found by satellite.

They get about ten feet into Amity proper when they meet the first local.

His name is Danny. He’s nice! Affable. He looks a lot like any other Wayne sibling, actually, if a little on the younger side. He notices it’s their first time in town. Do they need any help getting around?

Best way to get information is to ingratiate with a local, so...sure, why not? They get a free tour guide, Danny gets to show off his town; they see all the sights, like the local burger joint, the school, the Manson home, the town hall, the city proper. They’re having a clothing swap in the temple parking lot, actually. You should go check it out!

For whatever reason, it’s all...Punk? Goth? There’s a couple of lolita dressed tossed in, and some crocheted things. Everyone has a trunk out their car, eyeliner, and at least two piercings in their face; everyone here seems to know each other on a personal level. Well, small towns are small towns. Whatever.

Danny isn’t deterred by their reactions. If they want, there’s the movie in park tonight! If not, they can catch dinner, though; their hotel restaurant closes at 8pm sharp. (He just...knows this off the top of his head?)

They split up. Some of the family people watch at the restaurant. Everyone is...weirdly courteous to them. A little standoffish. But not at the Wayne name, just at...them being there.

The people at the park find out they’re watching The Night of the Living Dead. This would be much more normal if the park wasn’t also clearly the cemetery, in the middle of July? Which is. Why? It’s not even for any holiday or special time of the year? It’s just...clearly a movie night in the summer? There are little kids here, playing among the gravestones while their parents set out blankets and snacks. Why is this considered a family event??

Well. At least Jason has fun.

Everyone goes to bed and reconvenes in the morning. When they wake up and roll out for the day, Danny manages to find them again, this time with two new friends, bright and chipper in the morning. There’s a farmer’s market today! Everyone’s worked really hard on this week’s harvest; don’t they want to see?

...Sure?

And the longer they’re in Amity Park, the more they begin to realize how convenient it is, that they’re ferried around so easily; that there’s immediately a local who takes a liking to them, that there’s always something else to do; how suspicious it is that no data can get in or out of Amity now that they’re in it, or how they can’t seem to get close to any of the more suspicious parts of town they want to infiltrate. The town is entirely closed to outside influences. The fashion trends are strange and foreign. They only eat things grown in the area, by people they know, and it’s all sort of...green. Everyone knows everyone. Everyone knows where to go. Who to talk to. The superstitions— make no wishes, step on no cracks, wear no large jewelry, cross no shadows of any person (living or dead, apparently), speak to no one without full view of their eyes. 

But nothing seems dangerous— not until a few of them try to investigate Axiom Labs, a subsidiary of the otherwise national Dalvco company, and are met to the face with a blaster that uses tech they’ve never seen, by a red fighter in an ultra-synthetic suit.

Overnight, the extremely polite and welcoming town becomes a hostile entity to fight their way out of.

[deathbycoldopen]

Gideon Nav can take a compliment so so well, guys.

[ID: A six paneled comic with three scenes from Gideon the Ninth, showing Gideon becoming more and more flustered from compliments. The first shows Aiglamene saying "If she satisfies you, you must let her go," to which Gideon lightly blushes, looking bemused. The next scene shows Dulcinea saying "Oh, singular" as she examines Gideon's eyes, to which Gideon is blushing furiously. The third scene shows Harrow looking at Gideon fondly and saying "You are something else with that sword." This compliment appears to break Gideon, who is blushing so hard it melts her paint, and she has steam exploding from her ears. End ID.]

[enders-redemption]

rdr fan culture is playing the game, looking at so many posts, and reading so much fanfiction that arthur’s dialect unironically starts slipping into your every day vernacular

[little-pondhead]

*tosses these into a pit and bolts*

[borderlandsmostwanted]

Alright the borderlands moving picture film all over the tags has got me upset so I'm starting chaos of my own to distract myself

[storytellering]

Aftermath (redraw)

[spicyraeman]

I could be having so much fun rn if I didn't fumble conversions like it's my profession

[themintman]

I HAVE SURVIVED COMIC CON! (just about-)

I am! A little scared of how many people took photos with me! I underestimated how much people like villagers lmao BUT EVERYONE WAS SUPER CHILL AND NICE I LOVE YALL 🩷

some of my incredible achievements this convention:

Was "hrm"ed at by an entire queue of people. I gave them all a good giggle im quite proud of myself for that 😋

Accidentally clocked some poor guy in the head with my hat while trying to take a selfie (sorry bro 😞)

Played my first DND game and rolled the WORST charisma possible in my first throw (1. How the fuck did I fumble that badly 😦)

GOT RECOGNISED AS NURM?????? HOLY SHIT IM STILL GOING FERAL (cosmiczomb on tiktok, the selfie above is her's ⬆️🩷🩷)

Not my achievement but SOMEONE ASKED MY DAD (who went in his regular clothes) IF HE WAS STEVE. LIKE SINCERELY ASKED HIM. THIS IS HIS SECOND ACCIDENTAL COSPLAY IM SOBBING

I have! Less photos to post then I first thought! (Like I said people like villagers I got loads of photos just not. On my phone. 😭) But I do hope y'all enjoy this wee morsel of Nurm content.

Thank you father for taking these photos (but I will practice selfies good heavens it looks so much better)