#my dnd character never went into a forest

[ktechnicolour]

Yoglabs: Behind Closed Doors - Universe Structure

Overview:

So with my mass spoiler post, I realised I never actually went into any detail about my head canons for the setting and world structure as a whole, So buckle up kids cause we’re diving in head first!

The Elemental Planes

The YBCD world exists on a planar system, similar to DnD but ALOT simpler, with the four elemental planes; the Nether, the Aether, the Erebus and the Oceanus each keeping the balance for the overworld.

Each of the elemental planes is supposed to have a demigod connected to it, with Ridge being connected to the Aether, Israphel; the Nether and Kirin; Oceanus. I never decided on what to do with the Erebus. Probably something along the lines of the previous demigod dying and no replacement being appointed yet. Subject K is a special case since she’s a manufactured demigod, her power is also linked to the Aether.

For the story of BCD, the Oceanus has actually been “cut off” from the overworld, in that Kirin has decided to have a hissy fit for the past few hundred years and isnt letting anyone play in his dimension. (storm honse man pouts in a demiplane after being tricked by a cryptid. More on that later) this “cut off dimension” is actually what K’s dad is looking for before he dies.

The Demiplanes

While not planes connected to the overworld in the same way; the End and the Twilight forest both play their own roles in the universe.

In terms of The End, Rythian's stories are canon to my universe and you can find those here! https://rythian.tumblr.com/tagged/storiesbyrythian

The Twilight forest however, is a little different. The kingdom of Dusk is what sealed away the kingdom of dawn in the first place, severing both kingdoms from the overworld. In a much similar way to the elemental planes holding balance between each other, the twilight forest acts as balancing opposition to the end.

The Void, and the creation of the World

The Void is slightly different in terms of a plane, and to understand its purpose, you’d need to understand the creation of the world. For BCD, the true gods are essentially nothing more than elemental energy now. Originally, there were the elemental planes that existed separated from each other. Lonely, bored or just curious, the gods began reaching out of their planes, creating bridges between each other. These bridges sparked creation and life until the void began reaching out too. The Void brought only darkness, destruction and death to all the creations the other gods were reveling in. Scared that their new creations would be destroyed and they'd be cast back into solitude, the gods decided to imprison the void through their combined efforts. The energy used to do so however reduced them to nothing more than formless forces. While the gods can still impose upon the overworld, it's more through elemental influence than direct intervention. Thus the gods appoint Demigods to maintain the world instead. Though their power is a fraction of the original gods.

Footnotes and coming next

The entire creation idea is rather vague in my head honestly, but since it's more of a myth within the world itself I didn't think it needed that much fleshing out.

The next few posts I want to make are details going into certain characters' backstories. Mainly;

Ridge and Israphel

Rythian

And Kirin.

I also wanna end off with a huge thank you for all the lovely notes and asks people have been sending in lately. If I know people are interested in my silly little head canons then I'm happy to put them out there!

[magspy]

3, 5 and 12 for Firestarter!

Ahhh, thank you for asking about my boy<3<3

3) What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

I originally created him and his "mentor" (a very old druid/barbarian lady) for an arena session our dnd group did to test out homebrew feats/items for viability.

I honestly don't remember what I gave either of them to test out, only the general dynamic and that he was some sort of druid/sorcerer mix focused on summoning creatures and fire. A little bit after that session, Tasha's Handbook came out and with it the Wildfire Druid subclass and I KNEW I had to bring him back.

So he sort of happened skillset first, story and design second. I really really love his concept and design though and @alienturnipp made me love it even more thanks to their amazing work on his clothes and equipment!

5) How did you choose their name and why? Was it simply based on vibes or is there any specific meaning behind the name? Are the reasons behind their name different in- and out of universe?

Fire Starter was a placeholder name for the arena session, but I kinda ended up associating him with it too much and it actually led to me having to develop a backstory for him that explained why he'd be called that. Now, I know what sort of character could be called that, but I didn't want to play a character with an intentional tendency for arson.

The in universe explanation is that, Edward Keene (his actual name, chosen to be normal sounding and maybe even slightly underwhelming) is a very unlucky tiefling with an intrinsic, but volatile, ability to summon fire. This went very poorly for him when he accidentally set a sacred forest ablaze and - trying to fix it - really only made it worse. Fire Starter is a "title" the local druids have given him, as a reminder of what he has done. Not that he'd forget, since they also put a curse on him, before tasking him with finding a way to repair the damage he has done, or he himself will be the first tree to form the new forest. To ensure that he does no further damage, they locked his magic away into a little mouse spirit, which he has dubbed Hazel.

12) Do you have a playlist for the character? What songs do you associate with them and why?

YES! It's still very short and honestly I'd LOVE to take suggestions of anyone has any.

Always here for it if people want to send me songs for my characters.

For something a little more hopeful from this Playlist I suggest "Turnin'" by Young Rising Sons.

I think it describes the lesson he needs to learn pretty well and sounds like something one of the more well intentioned druids might tell him.

Fire Starter is NOT a patient individual and one of his worse traits is believing that things either need to work immediately or that they're not worth the effort. The journey that the druids tasked him with was never fully intended to be a punishment. Or at least not purely. In a very backwards way, it's an incentive for him to learn and grow, and especially to learn patience and that he can't just force things to work. Regrowing a forest takes time and so does personal growth and learning how to properly harness his powers without endangering others.

Ironically, I think they'd lift the curse after he devotes himself to a few weeks of planting new trees and tending to them, but Fire Starter thinks it has to be a solution that works HERE and NOW and has started traveling in search of it.

[katiekatdragon27]

Y'all can't cage my cringe! *starts breakdancing and explodes*

Oookayy, this is gonna be interesting to explain lol.

SO! My siblings (@rainbow-wolf120) and I have gotten back into DND recently and we unanimously decided to base our characters on our latest fixations. That means we have a halfling bard/thief Rayman clone, a dwarf fighter Skylanders fusion, and a human cleric AU A. Sphere lol.

However, I decided to take some liberties with him and instead of using his canon movie personality for the character, I used his personality and design for post-"A Heightlander's Escape" (yes, my flatland 4th dimension AU has a name now lol, feel free to refer to it as either idc.)

More lore below lol (note: there is like a whole story synopsis, and it is very long):

First off, backstory.

A. Sphere (or Abel Spherious as he is refed to in this campaign) was a very powerful cleric of dimensionality. He was incredibly gifted with magic at a very young age, so his grandfather proposed he joined the ministry to continue his magic evolution. Although he did not truly believe in there being higher dimensions than his own, he would do the usual rituals and sacrifices to maintain his phenomenal power. He even tried to teach lower dimensional being the 3D dimension to gain more favor of this supposed 4th dimensional god, but little did he know that was his downfall.

Abel's old kingdom had been attempting to deal with the "flatlander" ecosystem that was just on the outskirts of town. Labeled "Flatland," some wanted it preserved, others wanted it wiped out. The ministry would henceforth pray on the issue in hopes of some divine intervention that would give a clear answer to this dilemma. However, Abel was not one to wait on answers from gods he did not believe in.

Taking matters into his own hands, the Head Cleric decided to make contact with these aquatic flat creatures one-on-one attempting to prove that they were more intelligent than the public gave them credit for. Needless to say, it went poorly.

Desperate to spread this ideology and save these creatures, Abel did something you were never supposed to do; pull a 2D creature into a 3D world. He completed his goal of by teaching a small square lawyer of the 3D gospel, but the news spread like wildfire, leading to fear, disgust, and unbridled anger towards both the flatlander and Abel. After going to royal court with his square companion, he was ex-communicated from the ministry and lost his status as Head Cleric. It was there that war was declared by their rival kingdom that wanted Flatland exterminated.

As the war broke out, Abel did everything in his power to ensure that the flatlander (who he had started calling "Anthony") got back to Flatland safely, even at the cost of the cleric's own life. As a massive fire raged through the forest where Flatland was held, Abel fled with Anthony to get the little square stabilized back in his home environment.

Abel's efforts paid off, getting the square back in the lake just in the nick of time, but Abel ended up engulfed in flames, accepting his death as his actions caused this whole mess in the first place.

However, his efforts did not go unnoticed. Just before Abel was completely consumed, a young 4th dimensional goddess, the Tender-hearted Angelica, scooped him up and saved his life.

The two's relationship started very rocky. Angelica knew that Abel was supposed to die in that forest, but she intervened. If she was found out by their superiors, they were sure to get more than an earful. With the possible chance of being executed for saving this unworthy cleric, she takes Abel to a pocket dimension up in space. She gives him an angelic halo that allows for him to breath freely with little consequence.

Abel was very angry and sad for the few weeks his spent in the 4th dimension. Having basically lost everything, he felt that there was nothing left for him and that still living was meant to be a cruel joke just to punish him farther for going against these powerful gods and using their magic without deserving it. However, Angelica keeps insisting that he did deserve to live, but not as a punishment. Instead, he was meant to expose the hypocrisy in the teachings of the ministry and recreate a new one with the proper values (much like what Abel told Anthony when showing him 3D).

As the two spend more time together hiding from other 4D gods in the pocket dimension, they get closer and eventually become very close friends. They learn that they have more in common that initially thought, with their wishes to teach and preserve dimensional beings others may deem as disgusting and deplorable. They also learn that they have a common connection in Spherious (Abel's grandfather and Angelica's first real apostle).

If given the opportunity, Angelica would have gladly kept Abel in this pocket dimension to provide her company, but a mission is a mission. It needed to be completed.

After the war had ended, leaving both kingdoms in ruin, Angelica decided to finally bring Abel back to Earth. They briefly explained Abel's mission to him one more time. As Abel shows his understanding, Angelica provided him with a gift of companionship. Using her divinity, she managed to track down the "Anthony" Abel spoke very fondly of. They granted the square a blessing that allowed him to be out of the water and accompany Abel in his travels.

As a last parting gift, Angelica blessed the halo still around Abel's head with magic properties that allowed him to be a cleric once again. He was no longer part of a church, but with the favor of this goddess, he could still do his magic. It was significantly weaker for a plethora of reasons, but it was better than nothing. Although Angelica did not want Abel to dedicate his life to her, they did want him to send her updates on his mission by burning letters during his rituals for her.

As of now, Abel has joined this rag-tag group of adventurers into the unknown after living in the woods for a couple months. He is still needs to complete his mission, so maybe Chipa Chapa and Brawler Dude (yes my siblings named their dnd characters these shush) can help him out.

Second off, design choices.

Like my last post on "A Heightlander's Escape", Abel still has the eye scar. However, when he was brought down to Earth once again, he was placed down "on the wrong side", so his scar switched sides.

Also, since Abel isn't transparent, the scaring is actually visible and impacts his ability to hold things and walk and stuff. His right hand can no longer use magic, but it is able to use weapons, hence the mace. The glove he wears on that hand helps with gripping and preventing blisters. His left hand is still able to use magic, although it is much weaker than before he went into the heavenly 4th dimension. He is working hard to get back to his stronger original self.

The halo was first used for breathing, but then changed to be a magic amplifier. Without it, Abel cannot use any sort of magic. He has a mace for when his magic fails (which is common now) and a shield for protection.

Abel original "priestly" outfit was basically destroyed in the fire, so Angelica decided to help him make a new one, which explains the major contrast (but still similar design) between the two.

All the other design choices were because I thought it looked cool. I think he deserves it after all the shit I put him through.

Also, Anthony sits in Abel's cloak fluff. Its soft and assists in Anthony's sensitivity to gravitational forces.

Third off, A. Sphere and A. Square;s friedship.

These two as so similar in motivation now. At first, the meeting was transitional. I do something for you so you do something for me kinda deal. However, the two learned that they get along incredibly well, and when Abel comes back from 4D, realizes he is the farthest thing from a god and beings treating Antony more as a partner than a subject.

Anthony still "worships" Abel and all his powerful magic but knows that Abel is not the god his initially thought he was. Although he failed his mission on spreading the 3D gospel (and low-key dying oof), he can definitely be there for Abel's mission. He is there to be supportive, and that is what he will do. Maybe he'll learn some spells of his own too lol.

They are very much friends here. Imagine a witch and her familiar lol.

More on A. Square.

In this world, Flatlanders are very fishlike. They still represent amoebas, but they have little fins on their arm and legs, and they make fish croaking sounds to communicate. Some can even be as loud as frogs, but that is pretty uncommon.

Mini Update: I've thought about it more, and I lied about flatlanders not being as loud as frogs. Women are as loud as frogs regularly and sometimes louder. Thanks cilekixxes 👍

They cannot truly learn a language other than the croaking. They can learn tone of voice and what it means, or they can pick up on certain sounds and do tasks. You cannot have an "intelligent conversation" with them without magic. Through magic, 3D beings can properly communicate with 2D beings, although there could be accent barriers that magic cannot translate.

Also, Anthony has a head injury from trying to share the gospel. While concussed, he gets into the crossfires of war and sort of dies (c'mon, most of you have seen the movie). When the light speaks to him, it is actually Angelica granting her blessing to him.

Although he does miss his family, he would not have made it there anyway without divine intervention. Angelica lets him say his last goodbyes to his family after explaining the situation. After some back and forth, an understanding is reached, and Anthony joins Abel's journey. His family is granted a blessing of protection from the war conflict and a prosperous future.

Geez this was a lot of writing. Thank you so much if you made it to the end, you're a real one. All of A. Sphere's AU lore will be explained in a later post outside of this DnD campaign, but this AU of an AU follows the original premise essentially.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask! I love this story to an unhealthy degree lol so people showing interest really boosts my morale.

Expect more "A Heightlander's Escape" (both fanon and canon) in the future. Have a lovely day fellas :)

[cc-writes-stuff]

Blorbo Introduction

Jordie Lapiz - 31 - Swarmkeeper Ranger

“There are eight people here, how am I one of only two people that didn’t get drugged or poisoned tonight? I didn’t slip a ring down some guy’s asscrack for this!”

One of my first OCs and the first dnd character I ever played. A city boy left to raise his two younger brothers halfway through highschool after his parents died. When he was in his early twenties, he met Cary, and was instantly enraptured by her.

But working minimum wage jobs didn’t pay for his brothers’ education, so Jordie had turned to petty thievery and robbery before meeting Cary, and couldn’t easily stop. Though decent enough at his job not to caught, Jordie had fallen on the wrong side of the law—not to mention some powerful gangs in Thenva.

One night, Jordie’s luck ran out, and Cary found out his secret. Forced to leave her behind, Jordie went underground for a little bit.

Facts about Jordie

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Age: 31

Height: 6’2”

Hair Color: Muddy blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Never actually graduated high school

Likes: Smoking, card games, dark places, the forest, loyal friends

Dislikes: Turkey, chicken, etc;, scratchy clothing, excessive heat,

[bluestockingbaby]

if you feel like talking OCs i would love to hear more about brighid! the lady knight posts i have seen you tag her in before are *chef's kiss*

Brighid Tanner, my first dnd character! I miss her; it’s been a while since I’ve talked about her or played her. She’s a human Oath of the Ancients paladin (Neutral Good), and she’s a blonde freckled farm girl of average height. She eventually gets some scars on her face and body, but always radiates the warmth and steadiness and joy of the sun.

Once upon a time, there was a farm town called Rachdale near an old forest and the castle of Baron Glivren (think Christopher Lee). In that town, a young girl named Brighid Tanner grew up in a large loving family who were the tanners and leather-workers of the town. She had a fairly normal childhood, except for something that happened when she was six. She wandered too far into the forest, and was lost for the whole afternoon. At dusk, a mysterious fairy gentleman in fine clothes brought her back to her parents, and commissioned a set of intricate and beautifully tooled leather bracers, pauldrons, gorget and greaves of deerskin. He paid a significant amount of gold for it and told the parents to save the money for Brighid, as she would need it later. Her parents assumed that it was for a dowry or for an apprenticeship. The fairy gentleman never returned for the armor, so the family kept it in case he ever came back.

Some years later, there was a really long drought, the herds were failing, and the people were getting angry at the baron for not giving them aid. The baron, instead of working with the people, spending money, lowering taxes, or anything else, decided to make a show of commitment to the old gods of the forest, and to sacrifice a prisoner on Midsummer’s Day and hold a celebration in return for their favor. The people were a little shocked by this, since most of their worship was based around home shrines, herbalism, charms, and other traditions-- they might have animal sacrifice but certainly not human. They decided to go along with it since the prisoner was a cattle thief who was supposed to be executed anyway. As Midsummer came closer and nothing improved, the people seemed to grow more and more hopeless, tired, and vicious, and even became eager for the sacrifice. The day before Midsummer, a now fourteen-year-old Brighid was walking in the woods to get some water when the forest spoke to her, telling her that this sacrifice would be unacceptable, and that she was to go back to the village and stop it.

Brighid promised, but asked why they would listen to her, and the forest promised that if she would use her power to help the forest, it would make her powerful. Brighid agreed, swore the Oath of the Ancients, and became a Paladin of Silvanus. This changed her, Her back split open and her insides became like a mossy log-- she was no longer completely human. The forest showed her where the tomb of a dead king under a barrow was, and told her to take the great-axe as a sign and a weapon. Brighid went back to the town, great-axe in hand and speaking with the voice of the forest, stopped the sacrifice and killed the Baron in the town square instead. She had to leave the town right away of course, but the town was grateful to her and the baron’s son (possibly a vampire, but certainly in thrall to the powers of evil like his father) didn’t pursue her as strongly as he could have, because he was now the new baron. (At some point she’s going to return to set that right and maybe turn into an oak tree once her life of adventuring is over-- who knows!). She had to leave and become an adventurer to search out the answers to save her home and serve her gods, taking little with her but an old suit of chainmail armor and the leather pieces the mysterious gentleman had commissioned, a small leather-workers kit, and the gold pieces that had been set aside for her. Her holy symbol is the face of the Green Man, Silvanus. So that’s how she became an adventurer!

In-game, she has a tendency to make amazing entrances, like killing 2-3 enemies at once on her first rolls in battle (and then immediately falling into a pit trap once right after). Zero stealth though. People tend to underestimate her and think she’s dumb or unsophisticated at first, but being idealistic, physically strong, loving a laugh and a song, and being raised on a farm don’t make her either of those things. Her common sense and cunning carry her pretty well through a lot of situations, but there are also times when she gets in over her head.

On her adventures, she does have a couple of courtly situationships. They’re courtly in the sense that she’s dedicated to a higher power above all else and called to a live of adventure and service to her gods and not going to have a normal relationship because of that, but chastity is certainly not required. The two loves of her life are Riccardo, a shrewd Lord Vetinari type who is willing to throw her at problems in the city and Brighid goes along with it because she determines that he’s the lesser of a few evils, but her steadfastness and nobility ends up influencing him for the better and he starts to have ideals and feelings again. The other is Francisca, the daughter of traders who often came through her town on their travels. They were best friends/almost girlfriends as children, and when Francisca grew up she became a privateer and captain of her own ship. Brighid and she eventually meet again as grown-ups. Brighid totally has a thing for morally-ambiguous dark-haired people who balance her out, but she might be unaware or in denial of that.

[amysterywrappedinanenigma]

Who/What is "enna", if I may ask?

You absolutely may ask

So, Enna is my character for the dnd campaign I'm currently in. For anyone familiar with the mechanics or classes, she's a spores druid (thematically based around mushrooms/fungus, undeath, etc.), and she's an elf. She's really sweet, but a bit clueless a lot of the time, and her magic manifests as fungus and moss, and can be pretty unsettling to look at.

Time for spoilers.

If anyone from my dnd party is looking at this, look away right now. I have no idea how any of you would have gotten here, but look away now, if you somehow did. Or else. Please. GIGANTIC spoilers.

Also, putting it under a read-more in case people want to avoid some light body horror/weirdness.

Is anyone who doesn't want spoilers gone? Great. Here we go.

The twist is that she's not an elf at all, but is actually a tiny stationary myconid (living mushroom) who is inhabiting the body of a dead adventurer, and has been impersonating her and living her life ever since.

Here's a blurb from my backstory document that explains it pretty well:

Roughly three years after the original Ennamelda first left home, she went on a solo scouting mission into the Snakewood forest, where she was attacked by something she couldn’t see. The attacker killed her almost instantly, tearing her heart out of her chest, and her body fell into an area of particularly dense undergrowth, right next to a tiny, stationary myconid. The original Ennamelda’s spirit lingered for a few moments after death, and the myconid was able to connect with her telepathically in her last moments, but there was no way to reconnect the spirit and the body with the physical state it was in. 

She didn’t want her parents to have to experience the loss of their only child, who they worked so hard for and already almost lost once before, having seen the effect her almost dying in her childhood had had on them, and the myconid was interested in the prospect of seeing the world after meeting this first person, so the two decided that the myconid would attempt to inhabit the original Ennamelda’s body, and live on as Enna.

The original Ennamelda’s spirit faded completely after just a few minutes, but it took about 3 years for the myconid to fully inhabit and adapt to the body. There wasn’t much she could do about the opening where her heart had been, so Enna is never seen without studded leather chest armor that covers her entire torso to hide the wound. If the wound were to be revealed, you’d see an open chasm where the heart should be, with the inside of the wound covered in working mushrooms and other fungi, keeping the body functioning. 

She's SO MUCH FUN to play. Probably one of my favorite dnd characters I've played because it's a lot of her being kind of weird and trying to figure out the world and fit in with humans, while not giving herself away. It's been a blast getting to play with and balance her kindness with her cluelessness since she's not very used to the intellectual or emotional workings of people.

[thechaoticgrey]

I have decided to start writing aggressively about npcs in me and my boyfriends dnd campaign titled “Whiskey” The first npc im gonna be writing about is @kysqu ‘s character’s partner, Mischa Bachinski

Mischa Bachinski was a boy who always aimed to please. He worked hard through high school and got good grades, he was on the football team (to his displeasure for the first few years, but after a while he got used to it.) He built most of the furniture in the house partly because he wanted to, but mostly because they couldn't afford anything else. None of this pleased his father, however. His mother recognized it but never praised him. 

Mischa had two brothers, Marco and Malcom. Marco was Mischa’s twin brother. They had the same face but they could not have been more different. Unlike Mischa, Marco didn’t care what their parents thought of him. He was a very odd kid. He bought a computer off of a peer at the age of 12 and rarely ever left his room after that. He wasnt taught anything of online safety or how to act as a person. He soon became your typical fedora wearing discord mod. Malcom was younger than Mischa by 3 years. He was ignored by his parents do his brothers mostly raised him. The one thing he picked up from his father was his rage. As he grew up he learned how unfair his living conditions had been as a child and could not take it. He had no outlet for the anger so he simply sat on it and let it brew. Only after his brothers left for uni was he able to blow up. 

From childhood, he only had one friend. The only person he would ever talk to. Her name was Ocean. She wasn’t exactly one for emotion but she listened to all of his problems and he listened to hers. They helped eachother get through their lives and Mischa thanks her for everything.

When Mischa left for uni, he was relieved to get away from his family. A little while after he left home, he found out his mother was dating Rachel Draven. A woman he knew to be a past fling of his mothers as well as the mother of his partner, Scarlet Draven. He was absolutely disgusted that his mother would do that. He and his mother fought about it for months and finally Mischa cut contact. Only a week after he had blocked her number, Rachel, who’s mental stability had been declining after her own divorce, snapped and pushed Mischa’s mother off of a ledge. She hit her head and quickly bled out. 

Mischa was racked with guilt. He hadn’t gotten to say goodbye. He was filled with regret and anger. He pushed himself away from everyone, except for Ocean. The two made their way into the forest, a place they hung out before they went off to college. They sat there for hours, Mischa crying for the first time in years and Ocean making a terrible attempt to comfort him. When his partner stumbled upon them, Mischa didnt know how to react or what to say. He missed Scarlet and wanted her here but at the same time, she had the same face as her mother. The woman that had killed his own mom. He accepted her affection and convinced her he had separated Scarlet and her mother in his mind but he was lying. He hadn’t. 

He held that resentment to her silently for about a month, until it was revealed she was pregnant. He realized he would need to get over this resentment because she was about to be the mother of his child, and she was still the love of his life. It took a lot of work, and at this point in the campaign he is still working on it but its getting better. 

oh also theyre engaged rn because silly<3333

[memento-morri-writes]

Distraction! I would love to hear about your dnd characters?

Hi nonny!! Sorry I didn't answer this last night. I found out things were Okay-ish, and I went right to sleep. I also really wanted to give you a complete and through answer on this, because dnd is a hyperfixation/special interest of mine at the moment, and I want to do my characters justice. Anyways, let's get into it!

Here's a pic of my dnd character masterlist in Notion.

Each character has their own page, which follows the same general format as the character pages from this post with a few alterations. Really the only part that changed is the top part (4th pic on that post), which now looks like this:

Info about the actual character under the cut, cause this is going to get long!!!

First up we have Laverna. (pic above) She's a tiefling rogue (thief subclass) and was the first dnd character I ever came up with. I've been holding on to her character idea for almost 2 years now, though her background and concept has changed a bit since then. They were the child of a wealthy merchant family, none of whom were tieflings. (Pesky hellish heritage popping up at random times in the bloodline...) Their family treated her like shit, and they ended up breaking ties and changing her name when she left. Now she's a successful thief who steals from merchants and nobles in her home city. Also, she's a stabby rogue, not a shooty one. (All rogues are either shooty or stabby. It's just a fact.)

Next we have Zenara, who goes almost exclusively by Zen. They’re a (purple) tiefling warlock (The Fiend subclass, Pact of the Chain).

They are a direct result of the early phases of my Critical Role hyperfixation. If you’re familiar with CR, especially Campaign 2, then you might be able to figure out the weird mix of character personalities, backstories, and appearances that resulted in Zen. However, there’s also a healthy amount of my own nonsense in the mix. As for backstory, Zen grew up in a small town named Hunter’s Crossing with their parents and no other siblings. When they were about 17, raiders came and attacked their village. Everyone was either killed or captured, and Zen should have suffered the same fate. Except that they didn’t. They dreamed of a terrifying fiery entity who told them that as long as they were useful they wouldn’t die yet. They woke up with powers they didn’t understand and the fear of their patron taking control of their body for its own uses. Bonus fact, since they’re a Pact of the Chain warlock, they get to have a familiar, and that familiar can be an imp. So, they have an imp familiar who just showed up. But of course that would attract a lot of attention, so the familiar is always polymorphed into a raven, with red eyes, of course. The raven/imp is yet unnamed, and I need to come up with one soon, ideally before our next session.

Now we have Alarion, who I actually just totally retrofitted his character. He was originally supposed to be a sorcerer, but I realized that that didn’t really fit his character (plus I have another sorcerer concept), so now he’s a half-drow ranger.

He was found, abandoned in the wood, by his adoptive parent who is a druid who lives in the woods a few miles from a village at the base of the mountains. In those mountains is a passage to the Underdark, and sometimes creatures from there escape into the forests around the mountains. Alarion is the one who hunts them down and either kills them or returns them to the underdark. Being half-drow, he gets weird looks from the villagers, but they at least respect his involvement in keeping the village safe. He has a horse who he’s very close with, and he never goes anywhere without his longbow, a dagger in his belt, and his trusty cloak. Fun Fact: I’m shocked I didn’t have a ranger character until earlier this week when I changed his class and background, seeing as I was completely obsessed with the Ranger’s Apprentice series as a kid. In fact, I still have all 12 books on my bookshelf at home.

Next up we have Avra. She’s a Shadar-Kai rogue (assassin subclass). They aren’t currently part of a campaign, but I did get to use her for a oneshot where she was at level 12! She kicked ass with a rapier of wounding. (while she is a stabby rogue, she does have a hand crossbow to use if needed…)

Avra used to be a member of an assassin’s guild, where she served for 10 years. However, recently one of her missions went wrong, and she was captured and killed. Yes, killed. She woke up in the middle of the woods, half-buried. Since then she’s been on a search for answers regarding her return to “life”, as well as a potential betrayal by a member of the guild she belonged to at the time.

Next up (and the last of my strongly developed characters) we have Asra. They are a human fighter (champion subclass) who I am using in my campaign at my university.

Asra was an orphan who grew up in a city near the coast. Upon turning 18, she moved to the kingdom’s capital in search of new opportunities. Once there she was recruited to be essentially a bodyguard for a secretive organization. She was kept in the dark about the group’s motivations and goals, so she did not know that the group was a cult to the god of war and tyranny, who were trying to provoke war between two kingdoms. She had a girlfriend who was also a member of the “army”. At one point the cult decided to attack some important buildings, but failed. Asra’s girlfriend was killed, and most of the cultists were captured. They fled across the ocean to another country and another city, where they have been pit fighting, taking some of the betting pool as winnings.

My most recently-developed character, who also happens to be one of my favorites, is named Rook, and is a half-elven Swashbuckler Rouge.

He’s the bastard son of a nobleman who ran away after his family threatened to disown him for his improper behavior. He joined the crew of a pirate ship and excelled at it. He was named first mate at the age of 22, which made a lot of the older crewmembers jealous, so they plotted against Rook, drugged him and sold him to another pirate captain who kept Rook as a slave for 2 year until he escaped, burning the ship to the ground in the process. Needless to say the captain is not pleased. He’s an excellent duelist and exceptionally skilled with a rapier. He’s self-confident to the point of arrogance, something that get him in trouble a lot. And he loves cats. Oh, and he’s literally the definition of Chaotic Bisexual, lmao.

Semi-developed Characters:

She’s not well developed at all, but I also have an aasimar scourge oath of vengeance paladin named Asola Riava Ashmark (or Sola for short). She’s not currently part of a campaign, especially since I haven’t decided on a backstory or anything for her, but I’m excited to get a chance to use her someday!

I don’t know a whole lot (or really anything) about her backstory, other than the fact that she is trying to avenge the death(s) of someone (or multiple someones) she cared about.

The next character, who is more developed than Sola (but not by too much) is Elira, also known as Ellie. She’s a high elf abjuration wizard, who I love very much.

She’s rather naive, but incredibly smart and very academically talented. She’s used to being the best and definitely going through some Gifted Kid Burnout. Also way too pure for this world and when she finally has to kill someone, she’s going to have a very rough time. Oh, and she’s autistic and has a cat familiar.

My next semi-developed character is Commander Saber, who goes by Sabe. He’s a warforged fighter (battle master subclass).

[insert pic when it’s done]

Sabe was made for the military, made for battle. But following his “escape” from the military with the assistance of his friend, a humanoid artificer, Sabe found himself without purpose. So now he’s trying to find one. One that is entirely his own, not that of higher powers. He’s tired of being a piece on the game board.

My last semi-developed character is as of yet unnamed. They’re a half-elven (wood elf) college of glamour bard.

They wandered out of the woods near a small town about a year ago, with no memories. All they had with them were their clothes and a well-made flute. Though they remember nothing of their life before or during the woods, they have a talent for glamour and illusions, and the songs they know are haunting and utterly alien to the human ear. People are often disturbed by their unnaturally bright green eyes and “eerie” presence. (They have the Feylost background.) Also, they’re autistic. <3

That’s all the fully developed characters but I also have the following ideas:

an unnamed tiefling bard (college of swords) with the charlatan background. (They’re a red tiefling.)

a fire-based sorcerer named Orion. (maybe a custom subclass?? idk for sure)

a cleric to a death god who has zero issues with killing bad guys because “either I kill them now or they die of natural causes in 10 years. either way my god is happy.”

a half-orc barbarian

a black Tabaxi monk (shadow subclass)

an older dwarven artificer armorer

a necromancer

a blood mage (custom wizard subclass)

a changeling thief rogue

Wow, you made it through my mega infodump! If you made it this far, thank you so much for listening!! this literally took me an hour to do, adjskajdkas.

[windsoflimbo]

D'ye hear about Abigail? The youngest Dulce girl? Turned out to be a fine monster hunter, she did. Made quite a name for herself 'round these parts, huntin' monsters, helpin' folks. Heard she got lost in the woods when she was a wee lass, 'course many little ones lose 'emselves to forests alla time. Funny thing, she came home after a few nights, said she was lookin' for the family cat. She had tears in her eyes, crying to her papa and sayin' she saw a girl in the woods who looked just like her. Her father took up axe and brought along 'is eldest, and they went back in, taking care to leave a trail of yarn this time. She led the both of 'em to where she saw the girl, and all they found was a li'l pond, crystal clear, sides were like glass. When they peered in, all they saw were themselves. Our Abigail never lived that down, they laughed the whole way home. I hear the cat wasn't too fond of Our Abigail after that, fickle creatures.

Had the itch to draw again, so I did a piece for my new dnd character, Abigail Dulce. She's a Changeling barbarian and she hoonts moonsters

[momokeen]

When It's Time to Party, Get a Party Bard | a DnD OC backstory

This is the backstory that I wrote for my Dungeons & Dragons 5e character, Juniper, a lore bard and a satyr. I left that campaign due to burnout, so I never found out how it would have ended for her, but the campaign is still ongoing without me. The concept I went with for her was just a satyr that liked partying, was very curious, and hated having to do real work, but was pulled into adventuring due to a blight that infected her best friend, Thomas the Gardner, a Greenman. I'd had Thom in my head for about a decade before he found a home here so I was really happy to finally meet him.

Content Warnings: none really, cryptic visions, mild angst Date Written: Apr 7, 2021 Word Count: 1.3k

Sunlight filtered through the autumn leaves of the old elm where I lay as I watched the clouds drift by overhead.  Their movements were about as lazy as I felt, and I could feel sleep tugging at my consciousness.

Maybe just a short nap to take the edge off,  I thought as I curled up on a branch, propping myself up against the elm’s sturdy trunk so I didn’t fall out of the tree.  Again.  I wrapped my cloak tighter around me to guard against the crisp air, thinking about the circus troupe I had just finished guiding through Faerun not too long ago.  That Beau Thighcrusher sure knew how to have a good time.

I swear, I was just about to fall asleep when I heard the telltale snip snip of Thomas the Gardener’s pruning shears inching closer and closer.

I sighed.  “It’s not pruning time, Thom, it’s nap time.  My nap time.  Do you really have to trim my tree right now?”

Truth be told, though, this wasn’t my tree; it was his tree.  They all were, but he’s way too mellow to be so territorial.  Thomas the Gardener was the Grovekeeper for our particular patch of woods in the High Forest, and I’ve known him for all of my life -- we all have.  Gods, he’s as old as the forest; some say he is the forest, or its very soul -- or some kind of metaphysical shit like that.  He’s watched over generations of my kind and countless others, protecting us all as we pass through our own seasons until, finally, we die and become part of the forest.  In that way, old Thom retains a part of our ancestral memory, letting our customs and traditions stay alive even if we should all meet our ends at once. 

The Greenman looked up at me with what looked like genuine surprise, his leafy brows crinkling as they climbed upward.  “Oh, hey Juju, I didn’t see you there,” he said in his perpetually sleepy way.  

I had the sneaking suspicion that he did, indeed, see me here, but I declined to comment.  

“You know,” he started a little too nonchalantly, and my suspicions were confirmed.  Thom is, by nature, the kind of person that coasts through life as it comes, like a leaf in the wind.  He is rarely direct, and so when he approaches you first, you know it’s for a reason.  Sometimes, it’s legitimately because he wants to spend time with you.  I would like to think that I am actually his favorite satyr of my generation, as he’s spent far more one-on-one time with me than any of my cousins (whether he liked it or not in some cases).  But more often than not, it’s because he has a message.  “Silvanus has a job for you,” he said, speaking of our forest god, and I groaned.  

“But those jobs are never fun,” I whined melodramatically, swinging over the tree branch so that I was hanging upside-down from my bent legs.  He laughed gently, as I knew he would, and I continued on.  “Can’t he ask Great Uncle Pan to do it instead?  It’s not like he’s doing anything useful.”

“Oh?” Thom blinked curiously.  “And I thought he was managing tribal relations, overseeing the flocks--”

“Pfft,” I scoffed, “Any satyr worth her pipes knows how to do that.”

“--taking care of the blessings and wards, and keeping the lore,” he finished unperturbed. 

“Let’s not forget about seducing the nymphs,” I added, swinging gently back and forth.

Thom rolled a graceful shoulder.

“Gross,” I said.  “Consent is important.”

“And what are you doing, Juju?” Thom asked, amused. 

“I’m so glad you asked!”  Counting off on my fingers, I listed: “My guide work -- lots of lost people out there, lemme tell you -- showing people a good time, then there’s all the revels and stage plays to organize, and listen, these songs aren’t going to just write themselves, you know?  So, as you can plainly see, I'm swamped.”

“Mm,” Thom replied, “you do have a lot going on.”

“See?  I rest my case,” I stated, satisfied that I had made my point.  Boring old diplomatic jobs were just that: boring, and boredom is a special sort of damnation that I try to avoid at all costs.

“Oh, Juniper,” Thom said softly.  “I am so sorry.”  I didn’t have any time to ask him for clarification before he kissed my cheek ever so gently, and my mind was overtaken by violent, terrible visions.

Red skies Black clouds Great castle Crumbling, crumbling Into the dark. The shapes and shadows Each of three Glowing key.

“Make it stop!” I cried out, but I couldn’t even feel my body enough to know if I was speaking aloud, and the visions continued their relentless assault.

Stone stairs Ocean waves The high towers Burning. Beating wings Fan the flames Higher Into destruction. The key  Crystallized beneath.

I could barely breathe, feeling as if I were suffocating from psychic smoke from my vision.  “Please,” I gasped.  But no relief came.  Terror vibrated through my body as I was too powerless to do anything but watch.

Thomas The Rotting My people The forest shrivels Under the blight Thomas’ final winter As he is consumed Never again  to see the flowers

Someone was stroking my hair, singing softly as I came out of whatever nightmare that was.  My face was wet with tears, and I looked up to see that it was Thom who’d gathered me into his lap at some point. 

“What was that!?” I demanded of him as I righted myself, eyes wide.  My head and shoulder ached; I probably fell out of the tree and onto my face.  “Was that my message!?”  My voice was too shrill; I couldn’t calm down.  Nothing made sense.  

I looked at Thom; was he going to die?  As in, really truly die?   It’s true that Greenmen have a sort of death at the beginning of every winter, but they always come back in the spring, always.  Without Thom, there’s no forest.  Without our forest, there’s no us.  “Visions are only warnings, right?” I asked him frantically.  “It might not necessarily happen--”

“It has already begun,” he said as softly and as seriously as I have ever heard him.  He reached down and exposed his ankles, and I could see the blackening of blighted flesh starting to thread its way up his legs.

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head, the chill of anxiety running down into my stomach.

“Juniper Eila Silvanus,” Thom said, invoking my true name, “you must go.”  It was the pleading tone of his voice that did it.

I looked at him, trying to memorize his face.  Was this to be the last winter that the visions spoke of?  Or did we have a little more time than that?  How quickly does the blight spread?  Could it be slowed or even stopped?  Reversed?  Cured?  I needed to get to a library.  There was one at Castle Never, if I remembered correctly.  Come to think of it… the flash of castle I’d seen in my first vision looked a little like Castle Never.  I would start there.

“I’ll go,” I said, standing up and brushing myself off.   

Thom stood with me.  “You know, you were always my favorite.”  The look in his eyes was sad, but heartbreakingly fond, and it nearly undid me.

“Heh, of course I am,” I said, choosing to puff myself up instead of break down into a sobbing mess.  “Who else is as awesome as I am?  Can Great Uncle Pan go and save your life?  I don’t think so.  Too many sheep to count and nymphs to seduce.  Leave this to me and you’ll be wearing flowers come springtime, just like always.”

“Just like always,” Thom repeated, and I had to believe that it could be done.

[lorenfinch]

Shuffle Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @macabremoons!

Name of the game: shuffle your "on repeat" playlist and share the first 10 songs and tag 10 people! I also saw someone on my dash play this game and find a way to relate each of the songs to their writing/WIP and that's exactly what I plan to do! (Plus, one of my dnd groups plays a game like this with our campaign and it's so much fun!)

I'll leave an open tag for this!

CW for discussions of abuse, so I will be putting this under a cut (though the cw mainly comes in at number 8).

Old Money - Jonathan Young and Caleb Hyles. An excellent track for the Archduke's Chosen, the vampire clan founded by the Archduke of vampires, rumored to be the very first vampire. I did say that most vampires in this setting aren't wealthy, but these are the exceptions. They make their unlife seem both glamorous and unattainable--rulers of gatekeeping, and their club is very exclusive. Most of the other vampires have a low opinion of them. This is Vince's clan.

Nevermore Episode 1 Soundtrack - Ele Soundtracks. Creepy forest vibes let’s goooo!

Rebel Yell - Billy Idol. A perfect song for Belladonna, leader of the Night Terrors! She's an outspoken rebel leader who gained the moniker of "The Banshee" throughout history and wears it with pride and this setting's equivalent of punk.

Swans - Lisa Gerrard. I had trouble assigning this to a character or moment, and then landed on Amaryllis, the witch vampire. This seems like something she’d listen to!

Venus - Lady Gaga. A fun song for Priscilla, one of Vince's fellow Chosen vampires!

Brotherswing - Caravan Palace. Thanks to Daria Cohen's Vampair Series on Youtube, this song conjures to mind images of two characters dancing with aggressive tension, in both senses of the word. In terms of this WIP, I like to think of Ren and Erevan performing that dance! They certainly outperform everyone else hehe

We All Rage - Legend of Vox Machina. A perfect Night Terrors anthem. They are angry.

All You Wanna Do - Six the Musical. OF COURSE SHUFFLE GIVES ME THIS. I SAID I WOULD EXPLAIN HOW EACH OF THESE SONGS HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH MY WIP AND SHUFFLE SAYS BET. Anyway, this is where the CW comes in, and you'll especially know if you're a Six fan or are familiar with this song. It's Renwick. Besides reading about vampires and loving cats, Ren's childhood was defined by being hurt, abused, or otherwise failed by the adults in his life who were supposed to love and protect him. And just like the song, he carries an element of hope that someday something will change, that maybe someone will love him enough to sweep him away from his horrible life. And thus he keeps trusting, keeps opening his heart to people who appear kind. And yet..."I thought this time was different/Why did I think he'd be different/But it's never, ever, different..." And just like Katherine Howard, he dies young, just a year older than she was when she was beheaded. (Fun fact: I once considered giving him Katherine for a deadname, after K Howard herself, but settled on something else.) But unlike the fifth wife of Henry VIII, Ren comes back and he comes back with fangs, claws, and a thirst for blood. I imagine him singing his own version of the song, detailing what he went through, and by the last chorus he's angry and confronting his abusers and then there's blood everywhere. But...thankfully, Ren does eventually find people who genuinely love and care for him.

Darkfall - Nox Arcana. I could imagine this playing during a certain point where Ren learns a horrible truth about someone he loves…

Daughters of Darkness - Halestorm. Another Night Terrors anthem to close that out! This one's for the ladies: Belladonna, Tansy, Dahlia, and Amaryllis. I imagine them singing this as they wreak havoc.

[caravel-art]

"Squirrel”.

[imsorryithurts]

Have been expanding the whump fics in that happen in my mind. And now I really want to see content of my own characters. But alas... I will have to create it...

[b4nanaa]

When I first started writing, or writing with actual literacy and not gibberish sentences that a toddler would write, I wrote stories. From three to rarely five page long documents, stretched by one paragraph because I didn't know what indentations or spaces were when I was eight. What I wrote was hardly anything original, with my longest series being a complete rip off of the series Warrior Cats, a giant fixation of mine growing up. What little I wrote that was original I never finished and would end up forgotten. I think I only ever finished two of my 'books' before I got bored and gave up around fourth grade. But even as I've abandoned writing stories, I can never forget how I felt as an eight year old crafting them. Sitting at my mom's computer, the click-clack of her plastic wrapped keyboard, my eyes fixed on the screen as I pumped out word after word of the narrative I created in my mind. Whether or not it was a good story, I didn't care. As long as I could express my passion for the worlds I created, inspired by the books I read, like Warrior Cats. Even when I abandoned my unfinished stories or never wrote one again, the desire to create never left me. For a time I turned to art and simply drew my stories out in the forms of character art and scenes. Sometimes I even enacted it with my toys, specifically LPS.

That still however, wasn't enough for me. But writing a whole story was and still is too much work to me. You have to craft out an entire story line, flesh out characters and side characters to make sure they stand out and figure out how to write in a way that communicates their personality accurately. You also have to figure out the world building regardless of how much of a role it'll play in your story, and that's especially hard if it's a fantasy world or set in a different time. And let's not forget the hardest part; actually having an idea.

As mentioned before, I didn't have any that were really original. The ones I did were mere adaptations of books I liked reading and I could hardly craft anything more than that. But when you need help generating an idea, people usually turn to others for support. When you're with others, it much easier to come up with something because you have more perspectives than just your own. And it was through that I was able to find a different way to still write and create stories; roleplaying.

A quick clarification of what roleplaying is: 'the changing of one's behavior to assume a role, either unconsciously to fill a social role, or consciously to act out an adopted role (Google).' There are various forms of it, from DND where its done with live action to RPGs and writing. I discovered it first on an online game I was obsessed with called Animal Jam. I was around the age of nine I believe when I got into roleplaying on the site. Roleplaying wasn't uncommon on the game, in fact that's what most kids did if they weren't being normal and treating the game as a game, or socializing with the other Jammers they met. For most kids, their form of roleplay was family roleplay with getting adopted or online dating. The internet in 2010s was a weird time period for my generation. For me though, I found myself becoming engrossed in Sarepia Forest, an area in the game where most of the roleplayers gathered.

Coincidentally, their roleplays were all centered around Warrior Cats. The Animal Jam Warrior Cats Roleplay community was a whole other entity within the online game, having it's own Wikipedia and people advertising in Sarepia for people to join. When I first began roleplaying in Animal Jam, my literacy was near nonexistent like most young players, consisting simple phrases like *scratches* or *meows*. But regardless of our bad literacy, we were able to still create stories and characters that I still think of fondly to this day. The more I roleplayed, the more literate I became, evolving my style of writing as I went along. I met new people, I created more characters and their stories expanded. They continued to grow as I discovered new interests, such as Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and Demon Slayer. I branched to new platforms like Instagram and Discord where my literacy grew even more. What began as simple phrases encased in ** grew to paragraphs. I was able to write and create stories but without the pressure of handling it all on my own and with the collaboration of other writers with their characters and ideas.

When you think of writing, I'm sure most think of it as a solitary activity. You likely think of essays or books or things along the line. Rarely does one view it as a social activity. But that couldn't be far from true. Writing is social, "Writers are engaged in the work of making meaning for particular audiences and purposes, and writers are always connected to other people (Writing is Social and Rhetoric)." There are many ways that writing is social, but for the sake of my narrative I'll stick to just how roleplay is an example. Roleplaying allows writers like me to engage with others and build characters and stories together. If it weren't for roleplay, I likely wouldn't be as into reading or writing as I am now. I wouldn't be as into art if I wasn't able to build those stories with other creatives. Through roleplay I was able to keep writing in my life as a hobby and express parts of my identity. Its through writing for roleplays I can share my interests and show my love for it through me and other's creations.

-Writing is social because it leads me to connect with people who write too but in a more social way rather than just letting them read. They also can build onto it and let the story grow

-Writing is identity because what I write is part of me, its what I show interest in and I express it through what I choose to write

WORD VOMIT

Two ideas:

Writing isn't fun (I find what school expects out of student when it comes to writing to be limiting, its why I always struggle)

Roleplay (my relationship with literacy through the forms of a hobby, aka roleplay)

Writing isn't fun. At least, not when it comes to school assignments. That's not necessarily a revelation of an opinion, in fact it's likely a commonly shared one amongst students. Perhaps it's because the subject isn't interesting to them, or the task itself is much too big. To meet the assignment's expectations and push yourself to vomit a certain amount of words that the teacher's require, or limit yourself to it. To hunt down your evidence and analyze it without repeating what was already said in the text. It's all very tedious. These are all factors that lead to why I find writing to be draining when it relates to school, but what sucks the (uh insert later)

When I write, I don't feel like it's me. While some of the writing is me, as I've developed this style of how I structure certain sentences or which words I use, it's limited by the expectations of the school structure. It always feels like I have to construct my paper in a way that pleases (insert sentence later). I need to force myself to say more because what I wrote down was too little, when in reality those one to two sentences are genuinely all I feel or can think of without needing to repeat myself or the text. "Writing itself, especially through genres, also anticipates and, to a certain extent, enforces an identity." Although it's true that writing can allow one to express themselves, like writing on a subject they're passionate about, I still find it limited by formatting. When you write for class, you can't write how you talk. I remember back in high-school, I overheard a conversation between a student and a teacher. They were getting help by the teacher on their essay and they were being criticized for the way they wrote. Their argument was, 'That's just how I talk.' Why can't we write how we talk? I'm sure there's plenty of arguments but I find the ordeal so much easier. I wouldn't need to keep questioning myself and rereading my sentences over and over again if I could just write freely how I actually thought. I could write so much more if I could without the worry of making sure I write properly luring over my back.

Watching video essays are much more fun in comparison to rereading high-school papers I had to write. There's so much more freedom, so much more expression, so much more identity. All while still being accurate and informative to their topic.

[thesuperduckling24]

Tell me more about Del? :0 btw I support womens wrongs 💖

HELLO HI YES

oh my god i love del she is so beloved to me she is my first dnd character i ever made and she is so good and somehow she is still alive, she’s a water genasi swashbuckler rogue (level 7)/hexblade warlock (level 1) except she got that hexblade level from the literal fucking kraken to help protect her Actual warlock friend who also serves the kraken

her girlbossing comes from lying directly to various people’s faces. one time a shopkeeper was vaguely racist to her (she’s blue and they were in Barovia) and so she got a nat20 to intimate him into giving her all the shit she wanted for literally nothing. she also lied directly to strahd von zarovich’s face a couple times and while that made me as her player So Fucking Nervous she bluffed her way through like no one’s business. she did it again recently when the literal head of the mage’s guild was found out to be corrupt and she went to confront him about how her alchemist friend got cursed when he was supposed to be watching the wards. she’s also a constant poison hoarder she’s got like 6 different poisons at all times (never know when you need to assassinate a noble)

the rest of her party includes:

aforementioned kraken warlock who sucks at Everything but magic shit (lovingly) - @melchoinsassy

Big Sister Rogue Mentor/Friend - @aikogumi

forest druid/green dragon sorcerer who’s kind of oblivious and is also a fucking wereraven somehow - (don’t remember her blog sadge)

coast druid who was also somehow related to strahd and also is ingratiated into the feywild and can also cast fireball if she’s angry enough (spoiler: she always is) - @b0redt0wn

way of shadows monk/bloodhunter who worships the stars and also kicks ass in combat - @musical-in-theory

cult survivor paladin #1, former neverwinter royal guard but now a full-time mom (both for the party and for the construct child she found in Barovia) - @4everinvideos

cult survivor paladin #2, former bane loyalist with a brother still embroiled in the cult who is actively working against us, she also refuses to practice self-preservation - @the-ruler-of-rabbits

[bakugosbratx]

For my birthday can I request some barbarian bakugou x f! Reader fluff

SFW Birthday Surprise— Barbarian Katsuki Bakugo x Fem! Reader

Warning: Some yandere themes, fluff, cursing, barbarian bakugo, fem! reader, mention of dead animals, etc.

Words: 1,110

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A/N: Hello. Happy birthday!! I hope this is what you were looking for and it made you smile. I love me some Barbarian Katsuki (I also used to play DND) so this was really fun to write.

Tags: @awilddreamerwrites @bakugousbrat @miriobaby @peachsenpie @quietlegends @lanarist @milkthistletea

“The barbarians are coming!”

That phrase always plays on your mind when this time of year rolls around. Smoke, agony, pain. All of it comes to the forefront of your mind. Your birthday was supposed to be a time of celebration in your colony, but the barbarians ruined it. He ruined it. Sure, it was many moons ago. So much of your life has changed since then, but one thing is for sure, you are forever his.

You deeply sighed, attempting to continue your knitting as you gaze out of your hut. Your beloved should be home any moment. He was not even supposed to be gone this long since he did promise to return and spend time with you. It is your birthday, after all, but as usual, the sun is setting and another one of your stitched attire has come to an end.

He should have been here by now.

Worry starts creep in. Katsuki knows better than to go roam unknown territories at night. Bounties are out to get him. Still, that never stopped the ruthless blonde. The dragons of Faerland grown to respect Katsuki and he was sure to use that to his advantage.

By the position of the moon in the clear night sky, you can tell it is past midnight. You have not seen your significant other all day and hurt settled within your chest. Katsuki is never one for holidays and birthdays, but he knows how special birthdays are for you. He could have at least made an attempt to be home for your day.

You let out a deep sigh, deciding to get ready for bed. You know your boyfriend will arrive late — as usual — and be gone by day break. You were about to lay in bed when the heavy footsteps of your lover rang your ears.

“You’re late.” You complain, rolling your eyes with your back to Katsuki. His eyebrows knitted together at the attitude, ready to fix it if necessary, but knowing your reasons, he decided against it.

“I know.” Katsuki starts, laying the carcasses of rabbits he hunted on the ground in the kitchen area. “But I’m home now. Besides,” you turn around to face him, “I have a surprise for you.”

“Surprise?” You repeat, taken back by his words. Katsuki is not one for surprises so this is very off character for him.

Katsuki puts out his hand for you to grab, “that’s what I said, wasn’t it? C’mon,” he encourages, you grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

Katsuki guided you out of the hut that laid on top of the mountain. You two resided here. Not only was it the best place to keep you two safe from any predators, but also to keep you from running away. No one dares to go up there due to the dragon infestation and any dragon would burn you to a crisp by Katsuki’s orders.

“Katsuki, where are we going?” You questioned as he pulled you along into the depths of the wooded area. Your curiosity was ignored as Katsuki continued to drag you along.

The moonlight prickled through the tree branches, owls and crickets sang their songs amongst the dense forest and quiet night, and fireflies gave you some sort of direction along the way. Eventually, you both came to a halt. You bump into Katsuki’s muscular back.

“What the—“ You stop yourself mid sentence, peaking over Katsuki’s shoulder to see the beautiful view. Katsuki let go of your hand so you could proceed forward.

A fire pit was set up along with some huge rocks, fireflies in jars, a blanket, multiple kinds of fruits, and the glorious view of the full moon that was out tonight. You could see almost all of of Faerland from this view.

“Well,” Katsuki folds his arms with a grin, “you like?”

“Like?” You retorted, turning to face him. Your features were lit up by the fire. “Katsuki, it’s,” you sighed in contentment, “it’s beautiful.”

Katsuki strolled towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you gaze back at the moon. Gentle kisses were placed on your exposed neck. “Happy birthday,” he sighed, “I’m sorry for taking so long.” He whispers into your ear before placing another gentle kiss on the shell. “I hope this makes up for earlier.”

You nod in response, placing your soft hands over his calloused ones. You both remained still, your eyes fixated on the moon’s beauty. Katsuki’s breathing was calm and still. Something you do not hear often from him. His grasp was tight, but a comforting one instead of assertive.

Katsuki is finally relaxed.

At some point, you both are cuddled up against the rocks. Katsuki wrapped a blanket around you so the night would not freeze your skin. He fed you your favorite berries he gathered throughout the day.

“Wait,” you stop Katsuki, grabbing his wrist that was bringing a berry to your plump lips. Katsuki raises an eyebrow.

“What?”

“I want to see if I can catch it.” You giggle, opening your mouth wide. Katsuki rolls his eyes.

“You are such a dork.” Katsuki chuckled, tossing the berry into your mouth. Once it landed on your tongue, you chew the fruit then swallow.

“I caught it!” You beam in excitement, opening your mouth so he can do it again. This process repeated a few more times, raising fits of giggles from the both of you. For the first time in a very long time, you both were more than happy in each other’s presence. Communication amongst you two went from stupid little conversations to deep stories about each other’s lives. Something you two haven’t done in such a long time.

Your face snuggled against Katsuki’s broad chest, his natural caramel and forest scent filling your nostrils. It comforted you, your eyelids becoming heavy as the hours passed on. Katsuki cradled you close, feeling the same sleep in his rubies.

“Katsuki?” You mumbled, your eyes still shut as you are about to pass into slumber. He hummed in response.

“Thank you for everything. I,” you pause as you settle more into him, “I love you.”

Katsuki’s heart raced against his rib cage. You can hear it pound in your ear that rested upon him. You have not said those genuine words before. Sure, you’ve grown to deal with Katsuki. You do not really have a choice, but overtime, you truly did feel love for him. Just like he did for you.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Katsuki breathed out, his grip becoming even stronger on you as you both drift off to sleep.

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