#post campaign three

[undead-knick-knack]

[sarenite]

the hazards of love; or, to become human

[thatshadowgastwhore]

His left eyebrow crept up as he considered the parchment the faun had given him. “Where did you study?” Her eyes widened more if that was possible. “I was apprenticed under Professor Morrigan. Have you heard of her?” The wizard narrowed his eyes in response, his eyebrows knitting together in consideration. “The name does not ring a bell.” “So Professor....” “Calloway.” “Professor Calloway, what school of magic do you specialize in?” “I’m rather partial to fire.” “You mean evocation?” “Hmmmm......yes.” She cocked her head to the side. “There’s just something so magical about the way fire consumes things, don’t you think?” The monkey on her shoulder screeched in what might have been agreeance.  His eyebrows had lowered further into a glower. “What makes you say that?” He fiddled with a copper piece and muttered a few arcane words. “It’s very unique. Fire lives to die. In order to survive, it must consume fuel, but as it does, it eats through all that can keep it alive. What else does that?” “I think what the professor means,” the earth genasi stepped forward, “is that every wizard has a special appreciation for their own field of study.” The professor glanced over at him quizzically. ”That’s right.” The faun latched onto the story. “How silly of me. I forgot to introduce my colleague. ”You are also an arcane practitioner?” The man said incredulously ”Not exactly, I just keep this one safe from threats that she can’t blast away herself.” He set the parchment down, and stood up to lean across the desk towards the faun. “What do you want from me?” “Well, you see-” She said, waving her hand slightly. “Nein, none of that.” He said, slashing his hand through the air. Dispelling magic cut through the air towards the faun and genasi, causing her enchantment spell to fizzle out. “No games. You tricked my student into allowing you into the school so you could speak with me. Now you speak of fire, and you lie that you are a professor. What are you planning to accomplish here? Certainly not to converse about wizardly practices as you said.” The faun and genasi exchanged a quick glance.  “Okay, you got us.” The genasi said. “We know absolutely nothing about wizards.” “I gathered that myself.” “We were north of here, near Uthodurn, because one of our friends, who’s a great carpenter by the way, he could absolutely do some amazing-” “Fearne.” “-he had to take some vengeance on a rival woodworker I think? But while we were there, we ran into someone named Caduceus Clay, and he said he needed to get a message to Professor Caleb Widogast....”

Fearne finding she loves to teach -> possible post-campaign Fearne becoming a professor

->

Professor Fearne Calloway meeting Professor Caleb Widogast

[dent-de-leon]

The fact that Essek storms off "in a huff" and is literally brought to tears when he sees Caleb mourning Molly...there's just so many interesting implications for shadowidomauk there.

It's the fact that Essek saw Caleb kiss Molly on the forehead the way he kissed him--saw Caleb repeat these familiar phrases in battle to Lucien that he once used to comfort Essek. Essek learning Caleb's love language, and seeing it reflected in how he treats Mollymauk.

It's Essek seeing Caleb at his lowest, at his most desperate and hopeless--how very wrong it feels to see him like this, how painful it is to watch him fall apart over losing Mollymauk. "Caleb Widogast, have you ever accepted defeat?"

Because of all things, it is Molly's death that leaves Caleb more brokenhearted than Essek's ever seen him, the only time he's ever truly admitted to knowing defeat--"Maybe today. For the first time." The way Caleb came all this way and tried so desperately to save him, and it still wasn't enough. He poured his whole heart and soul into that ritual, and it just wasn't enough.

Essek being moved by the Nein's own grief, choked up and crying for this person that he never even met. Insisting over and over, "It's not fair--it's not fair...We've just all come so far. It's not fair." And it's the moment that Caleb kisses Molly on the forehead and says his goodbyes that really breaks Essek's heart, the passion and gutting loss of Caleb's own grief that sends Essek storming off and fighting back tears.

Do you think...Essek ever tells Kingsley what happened that day? How hard Caleb tried to save him--how much it shattered him when Tealeaf was still lying dead in his arms? Do you think he ever told King about the forehead kiss and how tender Caleb was with him--how he must surely love him? Do you think Essek admits that even he was crushed when Tealeaf didn't wake, that he never knew him before, but still mourned him all the same?

Do you think he ever quietly tells Kingsley that he's happy he came back, how much it means to him--especially for Caleb's sake--

Do you think Kingsley ever kisses either of the wizards on the forehead and everything just. Kinda falls into place for Essek--

[curse-of-dming-strahd]

it's hilarious to me that this campaign module has such a hard-on for this damn elevator trap that they forgot to give the brides ANY PURPOSE OR PERSONALITY

[starflungwaddledee]

vote for starstruck in the grand finals of the kirby oc tournament!!! 🙏🙏🙏

there's only a day few hours left, and she successfully turned it around from the first poll update, so there's still a chance she could actually do it!!! 🥺💖

i still can't quite believe we made it this far in the first place, and Valfrey is an impeccable opponent!! win or lose the whole tournament has been such an honour, and it's heart-warming to know that so many people out there are supporting this totally normal waddle dee!!

thank you again so so much!!

[ever-so-sleepy]

i don't need therapy i need liam to romance one of taliesins characters

[sennamaticart]

A couple weeks ago I was working on a timeline for Zoltan! He's so fun to study

[immeasurable-depths]

This episode has really got me thinking about Imodna’s endgame - and how for them both to be happy together, I think they’ll both ultimately have to give up their powers.

Their powers, which tug them both in different directions, that make them the best and worst versions of themselves.

Here’s what I envision. Through whatever means, they manage to stop Predathos waking and re-seal it (maybe in a similar way to the prime deities/betrayers?). As thanks for their help and dedication, Keyleth casts True Resurrection on Laudna, banishing Delilah from her in the process, and allowing her to grow old at a normal rate.

Live a normal life.

She keeps her sorcery powers, but mostly uses them for practical, delightfully domestic purposes.

Meanwhile, in the process of sealing Predathos, Imogen (and maybe all Ruidusborn) loses her powers.

For a long time, she struggles. She misses the power she had; the confidence and surety her magic gave her. For a long time, she’s jealous of Laudna, and the fact she kept some of her powers after Delilah is defeated.

They move to a cottage in the countryside.

They raise horses.

They forgive each other.

They relearn how to be.

Maybe one day, Imogen finds a new source of magic - maybe sorcery, maybe even wizardry, or Druidic magic. Maybe not.

Eventually, she learns how to live again.

They grow old.

Together.

[badolmen]

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[mango-sideburns]

My fav thing about TAZ is that any aspect out of context sounds fucking bonkers.

Like, in the balance finale there's a scene in which Garfield (who is very specifically never described visually bc most people imagine him as like. The Lasagna Cat. Who in this universe is the most powerful warlock in the realm and also has a hobby of cloning people, which is great for the one character that got forced into haunting a mannequin) is summoned by an alien spaceship that runs on the power of friendship so he could beat up some flashing balls. In D&D.

And that was just. Such a normal scene in the narrative. No one blinked an eye. I would like to bow down to Griffins clear unmatched talent for making me feel such big emotions over ridiculous shit like a goddamned umbrella or a regular ass pair of jeans or the idea of a taco recipe.

[undead-knick-knack]

The basis of Shadowmoore (for me)

[do-you-know-this-adhd-character]

Do you know this (noncanon) ADHD character?

Evidence below the cut!

can be pretty hyperactive, forgets things regularly (even important things, forgot he turned into a heartless in kh1), distractable, later on he seems to have some problems with emotional dysregulation. hes constantly called lazy by his friends but as soon as hes doing something he likes he has all the energy in the world, and also tends to dismiss his own intelligence despite actually being pretty smart, both of which are things that i think are decently common with undiagnosed adhd

[spottedenchants]

WIP Wednesday

Still been chipping away at the first time fic and just got over a big hurdle in chapter 3, so here's a fun chunk from chapter 1 :D

enjoy! :3

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Essek hums, satisfied, as he rights Caleb’s shirt collar to its position a mere minute ago and returns to scratching fingertips along Caleb’s jaw, through the hair that has grown in well enough to darken the cut of it quite noticeably. Already a beard in appearance after only a few short days, it isn’t yet particularly soft.

But the sh-skritch of it…. Certainly an entertaining sound.

Sh-skritch sh-skritch.

Caleb, still seated lax, his hands folded polite in his lap while he performs his part as the subject of Essek’s study, leans his jaw into Essek’s hand.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m beginning to better understand the extent of your grooming habits while you were in Rosohna.”

“How is that?”

Essek holds Caleb by the chin and angles his head leftward with care.

“I thought it was a pretty quick shift, from your initial, mm…”

Right, left. Hm. What to call that mess.

Down, and up- ah, notable delineation under the chin here, but a fade here on either side��. The hair spreads farther down his throat than Essek recalls. Caleb must usually keep these portions trimmed.

A combination, then.

“Ensemble, to the style you kept.”

Side and side, a tad bit longer between cheek hollow and ear, less stiff than the rest along his jawline as well. Does length play such a significant role? Though, perhaps here it is also a result of the reach of his conditioner during baths.

Essek scratches a detour through the coarser bits again.

“Have you made use of any oils?”

Sh-skritch.

Wasn’t it Fjord who made a mention of that? Essek briefly considers along the lines of plain logic, but can’t presently dredge up the memory.

Sh-skritch sh-skritch.

“Too rough for you?”

Caleb lets out a little laugh, which Essek easily requites.

“Mere curiosity.”

He can handle Caleb’s prickles pretty well.

He continues his sh-skritching now under Caleb’s chin and Caleb juts his jaw like a happy kitty.

“It’s been a fair while since I have grown it out so much.”

Blatant dodge. Considering Caleb’s original maintenance plan of a continually smooth face paired with the spontaneity of this research, that’s likely a no, then. Though- the tower can easily provide any manner of conditioners, oils, softeners, the like.

But anyway, back on track.

“If your facial hair grows in this fast, it was certainly frequent upkeep to maintain it gone as well.”

Essek turns Caleb front and center, runs a thumb down his chin- hm. Thick as the hair here now is, even his little dimple is only there in memory.

“Quite a deliberate attempt at camouflage, wasn’t it?”

He meets Caleb’s eyes.

“A presentation of conformity, and yet one of intimidating pride and distinction.”

Blue eyes crinkled bright, Caleb gives him half a grin.

“Takes one to know one.”

Essek mirrors the smirk.

“Perhaps.”

“You didn’t think this then?”

“I didn’t know what to think. You all are…”

Idly toying with the fastening buttons keeping down Caleb’s collar, Essek exhales in a slow stream.

He hated them all as much as he feared them, which is to say, with every fiber of his being. Strange, wild, unpredictable lot.

Ah.

“Eccentric.”

Caleb bumps a chuckle, mouth curling quite prettily.

“I suppose, though I would have hoped my own styling put me in better graces, maybe appearing respectful to the locale- those watching.”

Those watching, hm.

Raising his gaze to meet Caleb’s again, Essek inclines his own head.

“Did you have specfic targets in mind, Caleb?”

Caleb shrugs, his face too nonchalant for the dip in his voice.

“The closest eyes, at least.”

“Well….”

Essek gives an equally smooth lean.

He deposits a kiss upon the apple of Caleb’s cheek and darts back with a full grin.

“Despite your best efforts, I at least ended up liking you.”

“I will, in that case, consider my failure a success.”

[bentannin]

Was struck by inspiration while I was at work LOL

[marblerose-rue]

got asked to draw two of my old wc rp ocs :-) left is cicadahop, right is scallopstar