#larp posting

[2torm]

And so Scar went up to Marijn's character, what was it, Ky'all?

- Jilly, about last game

@earmo-imni

[wormk1n]

need to put these though somewhere so onto tumblr they go

crazy how much basic dnd mechanics make sense to me on a whole new level after larping for a bit. the five foot battle cube? while yeah I can get in the personal space of people I know very well getting close to your allies will often just fuck you up. plate and chain armor is noisy as Fuck you Cannot stealth in that shit. also levels of exhaustion, even if you’re used to not sleeping a lot you can Feel disadvantage on ability checks after two days of doing adventurer shit on very little sleep. also prepared vs known spells, I do actually have to read my fuckin book and prep spells at the start of the day in order to remember what I can do reliably. this is all very common sense shit but like crazy how I can feel it differently now that I have actual tangible memories of it

[higgsbison]

my VtM larp history is like "there are three genders and they're all Tzimisce"

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Someone just tagged one of my tweedy selfies with "dark academia is problematic" and I'm just dying over here, especially since I associate my look more with riding horses than archiving at the Mütter Museum.

Anyway, "vintage style, not vintage values."

[strangelittlestories]

There’s a larp (live action roleplaying) game that I play, where there exists a creature we have dubbed a ‘Chronovore’.

This planet-sized sci-fi beastie eats time via a cool-ass external digestive system that ranges out from its main corpus (what are effectively its digestive enzymes look like glowing blue-winged angels, which are creepy as sin).

My character in this game fell victim to said chronovoric digestion and was aged 30 years by the experience. They lost what they expected to be the most valuable years of their life - the time when they expected to most make a difference to the universe.

I have a lot of emotions about this. Especially because when I look at my life aged 39 and consider the shape I am trying to hammer it into, one thought keeps recurring: I wish I had started this work sooner.

And then I consider my ADHD (a condition I am really certain I have, but am still seeking diagnosis for) and damn if I do not feel like it straight up ate decades of my life.

That’s how it feels, gang. There’s this bubbling resentful rage and grief for years spent with an invisible wall between me and what I wanted. For the nights where I spent (and still spend) revenge procrastinating and wrecking my days. For all the hours chasing short-term dopamine that was often destructive for me.

Hours. Days. Years. Eaten by a part of me that often feels like a monster squatting in my brain, hiding in my bones.

It reminds me, too, of that scene from a Hammer Horror movie where a monster expert is talking about vampires and says something like “Oh, you still think vamps are just things with big teeth that gotta bite your neck and drink your blood? Sweet baby, there’s all kinds of these creatures; some of them just fully suck your life straight out of your soul.”

This is why I don’t think I’ll ever think of my ADHD as a superpower. Or, at least, if it is: it’s from one of those gritty think piece superhero stories where your power is also a hecking curse.

I am preoccupied by what my own brain has taken from me.

And the thing is: it’s not really true. At least, not all the way true.

Those years I think of as lost were filled with good times. I made meaningful connections. I wrote poems and stories that I love. I performed art that meant something to me in front of people who enjoyed it. I consumed a lot of good media. I learned and dreamed and tried really hard to be a person I could be happy being.

But I also let a lot of the things fall into the background. I started a lot, but didn’t finish a lot. I missed the chance to work on skills that are now harder to learn because I’m older.

So I find myself cursing the Chronovore.

I nearly wrote this as a piece of fiction. If I had, I would probably have ended with the protagonist finding a way to subvert or redeem or work with the Chronovore.

Maybe the satisfying ending just this: none of us get as much time as we want. We all give time away - whether it be taxed by things we resent or gifted to what is important.

The Chronovore is not special.

And if it is not special, then it is mutable.

Maybe that is enough.

[retellingthehobbit]

I’m making a webcomic adaptation of The Hobbit! It’s an epic cool passion project that incorporates as much of Tolkien’s prose as possible while also being my own take on the story, it features a variety of different art styles to represent the worlds of different characters in Middle Earth, it’s over 100 pages long already, the art/writing keeps gradually improving over time, and you should follow it! Like, comment, and subscribe! *dabs*

Okay I admit I’m awful at ���marketing.’ But my point stands! Follow for queer Tookish antics over the Edge of the Wild. 

You can keep up by following me here at @retellingthehobbit on Tumblr. This blog posts a new 10ish-page-long chapter once a month (on the 13th), as well as assorted WIP art :3. The first chapter on tumblr is here. (I started out posting on my main @secretmellowblog, so the earlier chapters were posted there instead.) However, I personally recommend keeping up with the comic by bookmarking it on ao3 here or subscribing on Webtoon here. This keeps all the chapters neatly organized in one place, and also sends you an email notification whenever it updates, which is helpful because I don't update weekly :). I currently update monthly, on the thirteenth day of every month.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

[malenjoyer]

Sorry I’m not replying to messages. I do see them. I’m answering some asks and posting a bit of random thought stuff on twitter but I’m feeling kind of like I’m retreating to my old hermit state of internet usage.

These past few weeks I haven’t had energy to do a lot of stuff. It currently takes a lot out of me to reply individually because I’m trying to secure a job for myself again. So a lot of my energy is put there and worrying about my finances and future…

Thank you for the support as always and I’ll try to respond as soon as I feel I can give a decent response to DMs.

As for art stuff, I thought about starting to post again but due to the recent AI stuff that was released about sketches being converted to lineart easily, I got a bit paranoid again so it might take a while. I’m reading comics between breaks and rediscovering my love for stories so that’s good

[andrevasims]

Doc Wither, Ash Soot, Rascal Roach, Clumsy Skins

[awkwardtrekphotos]

[gottaarc]

Darkwick Clubs

Okay so this is ramble-y but Darkwick has to have like, a bunch of college-esque clubs right? I'd like to think there's a bunch of oddball ones but also just normal ones too. Like you go the first day and there's a lineup of tables and going down the row it's like this:

"Anamalous Forensics Club"

"Bones and Binaries (Anomaly Tech Club)"

"LARP and Tabletops"

"Cat Worker Appreciation Union: pet a cat today!"

"Mortkrankren Mortuary Assistants"

Anyways all that to say if you have a tkdb oc are they in any clubs or anything I really wanna know

[nicolefirekitty]

watching that video hurts but i love it in a "i hate it" way

video under the cut

this beautiful thing

[caemidraws]

mandatory meme

[stearleart]

Green wizard

My digital interpretation of Crawly's dreaded gnomish wizard!

[corviddrawsstuff]

My favourite thing about my battle LARP group is that at the end of every game we line up like soccer players to congratulate the opposing team except we’re all friends anyways so we do hugs instead of handshakes. And like half of these guys are in full suits of metal armour. So as you go down the line it’s just *CLANK* “good game” *CLANK* “good game” *CLANK*

Surprisingly, hugging a suit of armour is a very pleasant sensory experience. 10/10 would recommend

[griefabyss69]

Right Where It Belongs

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

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‘HOLE’ wc: 404 | rated: E | cw: None

Steve's POV of Legend Has It + a little further 😈

Whatever the hell had possessed Steve to answer Eddie's question by gently taking his hand and making tender love to it with his mouth has decided to stick around, apparently.

The side of him that goes a little nuts at the opportunity to eat someone out didn't care that he was about to wholesale simulate oral sex on his good friend's hand – and not even for a joke, there's no inebriated guffawing here.

There's only Eddie's lips, wet and bitten and open on the type of moan he usually only ever hears from himself.

There's only his own mouth, his tongue still fucking the tight ring of Eddie's fingers, flicking the underside of them as if it’s inside of someone's pussy.

And he's getting into it – too into it – his cock giving intermittent reminders that it exists every time Eddie's eyelids flutter shut or he gasps around a swallow… or when he fucking cums right in front of him, in his jeans.

He stares at where Eddie's grinding his palm down into his crotch, only looking up to catch the tail end of his orgasm face, drinking in the hot red flush over his skin.

Shit, either his oral skills are telepathic or Eddie's got sensitive hands.

"Oh God," Eddie groans, and Steve wants to make a joke about that, ease the tension a little, but he's too slow to pull his mouth away from Eddie's knuckles.

Steve clears his throat awkwardly, and kisses Eddie's wrist, trying for an "It's okay that you came in your pants, I thought it was really hot" kind of moment while Eddie's got his eyes covered with his free hand.

"I'm so sorry," Eddie mumbles, and Steve liked the embarrassment, but can't stand the shame.

So he places Eddie's hand on the couch between them and goes for his zipper, the sound making Eddie's head perk up.

There we go.

"I'm sorry too," Steve says, meeting one unnecessary apology with another.

He pulls his cock out, hard and bare and ready, not touching it yet as Eddie watches, teeth sinking into his lip.

"This is the other part of it," he says, shifting on the couch to give his hand room so he can cup his balls. "Making someone cum with your tongue is fucking great."

"Yeah," Eddie breathes, folding down to get his mouth close to Steve’s cock, looking up at him. "It is."

[probablybadrpgideas]

Play a post-apocalyptic LARP by just sitting in your backyard with your friends and waiting, like, a week a most.