#shes sooo druid. To me

[swordmaid]

i like the idea that shri'iia's persona starts to drop after her oath breaks. at the start she's very agreeableand very polite, the image of a virtuous paladin albeit rather recluse. she's easy to get along with because she seems to agree with everything you say and do. barely the argumentative type, and will agree with you if you want to use the tadpoles or not and if you want to save the tieflings or not. and if you ask her about herself, she will reply with something vague and redirect the conversation to talk about yourself instead. i think shri'iia is very charismatic that it just oozes out of her. even though she's being vague about her own self it never comes off that way, you know? you'd think she's being the ooh so mysterious 😏 type. you'd think she's being a tease about it but she's not lol she doesn't want to talk about herself and she's trying to fish more info out of you.

anyway, after her oath breaks - she doesn't tell anyone about it btw - she starts being more recluse, and her temper is short and she's more snippy. that image of the easy going, pleasant paladin starts to fall apart. you try to joke with her, or you ask her about something, she's quick to turn you down and walk away. she doesn't want to talk to you, clearly. you ask her what's wrong and she will give an excuse about how they're wasting time visiting random places when they could be looking for a cure. you try to contest that, she drops the argument. she's more antsy too - more jumpy and alert, she has a white knuckled grip on her halberd and if you look at her in private she seems to be distracted by something. and as the days go on, the persona that she wore starts to shed until she reaches her breaking point! you come across that abandoned lolth shrine down in the underdark and she! gets spider nuked!

[sweetlittlelamb]

♒ - cooking/food headcanon from the headcanon list 👀

Oooh this is a fun one! I don't see a specific character mentioned so I'll just give my general BG3 tiefling food/cooking headcanon 💕

Generally, I think heavily meat focused meals would be popular with tieflings.

To my best understanding/currently accepted headcanon, tieflings exist because they have a fiend as a distant ancestor (or because their parents/themselves made deals with devils, but in those cases I think the tiefling just carries on the standard Faerun food/cooking tradition that they were raised in).

Cambions are more immediately related to devils (one parent is a devil and the other is a mortal) and it's mentioned in lore that their diet is entirely carnivorous. And so for me it stands to reason that a preference for meat would persist down the line for future tiefling generations too.

Plus they have those sharp fangs that are perfect for tearing into meat.

I think tieflings can of course still enjoy non-meat related foods too, though. In fact, if you try to pickpocket some of the tieflings in the druid grove in act 1 many of them have pears in their bags, and if you save Danis then Bex gives you those homemade cookies she seemed to already have on her as a future snack.

I just mean that the tieflings all definitely include at least a couple of meat dishes in every meal- breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

I can't recall who first said it, but someone else also mentioned that tieflings would love spicy food and I 100% agree. Infernal heat resistance and spice tolerance just go so well together, you know?

Also, I think cooking together and eating communally is very important to them as a group. They're pretty universally shunned by Faerun, so strong family ties would probably be significant for them and bonding over shared meals fits perfectly in that dynamic.

Lore seems to claim that tieflings don't really have their own culture or foods because they're such a scattered people, but I call BS on that. In real life, the Roma/Romani peoples have historically been shunned and treated horribly and they're pretty scattered too but they still have their own distinct cultures and recipes and languages that persist and survive.

Sooo, I think tieflings definitely have their own unique recipes that they pass down from generation to generation and I think they make the best meat based spicy curries you've ever tasted in your entire life. Listen, will you have heartburn for three days afterward? Yes. Will it be worth it? Also yes.

Phew, that was a long one. Thank you for the ask and for listening to my rambles! 😅😘💖

[baldursmeme]

things said while playing baldur's gate 3. part 1.

random things that have been said during many runs of baldur's gate 3, some of these are meta gaming but they are meant to be fun...general warning some of these are n.sf.w, feel free to adjust accordingly!

“I think we invented global warming!”

“How are we going to get him not to kill himself if nobody’s fucking him?”

“Check your oath!!”

“You know who would like this? Gale.”

“Yay! We’re going to get sooo cured!!”

“Close the door again!!”

“[name], sadly, there’s not any [goblin] children for you to kill.”

“If I was in a room with Elminster, Chicken Wings, and Spider Guy, and I had two bullets, I would shoot Elminster twice.”

“FLAMING SPHERE! FLAMING SPHERE! FLAMING SPHERE!”

“When we roll up on our flaming spheres…”

“I love how you could describe any Pokemon and Gale would know that Pokemon.”

“Are they drows or are they just purple?” “Oh my god, you can’t just ask someone if they’re drow!”

“He hates lesbians exclusively – never mind, he’s going for other categories of LGBT.”

“Psychological warfare on Daddy!”

“I’m not your asset! You don’t even have an ass!”

“Do you think Raphael and Yogurt explored each others’ bodies?”

“‘Most excellent,’ and my pussy throbs.”

“Deploy the twink!”

“This is not the mob! This is someone important.”

“I need to stop Gortash and have like a sexual tension about it.”

(in unison) “Yay! We got allies!”

“Why are these people allergic to the word dragon?��

“Because it’s a wyeeeeeeeerm.”

“He saved the corrosive spit? Oh, fuck you!”

“We got him to live without using our pussies at all!”

“She went from druid to whore!”

“We’re gonna have to go back…I don’t think those guys we killed were cultists.”

“The oathbreaker guy shows up like, why did you kill all those refugees?”

“Mr. Monkman, monk me a man!”

“The true dark urge…is the dark urge to be a dick.”

“He saw me missing all my hits and hitting the floor instead and it scared him. Psychological warfare!”

“That guy has gotta stop barking.”

“But you already have skulls, [Yogurt]! You know what would make a better trophy? Raphael’s dick in a tiny jar!”

“We need a mod for this. A mod that makes me good at everything. No skill required.”

“Did you just cast Hold Monster on yourself?”

“Sorry, I was too busy thinking about telling Raphael that he lasts no seconds in bed.”

“Raphael would be hot if he wasn’t such a loser.”

“I didn’t see you! Well to be honest, you were invisible.”

“He conjured a poor person!”

“I’m going to Circle of Druids blast you out of this planet.”

“[Ethel]’s kind of GILFy.”

[takaraphoenix]

spark and powerful

sending these together cause they're likely to appear together

:D

It's okay, enough teasing, remember you love me :D

So I will only take those where both words come up together, because Spark is just used sooo damn much in every single fic because I just use it as a stand-in word for Stiles xD"

Also, fully skipping the-long-ass-titled-one because here it'd be a major spoiler ;P

Stiles Stilinski's Five Year Business and Romance Plan (Steter pre-slash because prequel to Welcome to the Mean Bean, post date: March 3rd)

“I…” Stiles’ voice wavered and he ducked his head. “It may sound stupid but it was like I felt it all the way in my bones? Like I could wake up every day for the rest of my life to see his smile?” “It doesn’t sound stupid at all, sweet boy,” Dalia smiled and reached out to take his hand. “I’m a druid, but I have a friend, Marge. She’s a Spark, like you. And she always told me that when she first looked at her husband, she knew it. The magic in her marrow was calling to him. You could say she knew it in her bones. Sparks are different from druids and other magic users. We channel nature’s magic, manipulate and borrow it. But Sparks are pure, powerful magic. They are chosen by the land to protect it and they can choose a wolf to protect these lands at their side. A… soulmate, if you will. Their magic, your magic, can pick the one best suited to protect your lands with you.”

(Momma Hale for best wingwoman <3 I love Dalia a lot and am sooo happy I get to write her again. She's gonna single-handedly convince me to write more No Hale Fire AUs istg.)

SEND ME A WORD AND I’LL POST A SENTENCE FROM A WIP

[mercurials]

hi i'm so late but i wanted to ask about how they grew up with the misunderstandings of others abt dogfolk and what made you wanna do a sorcerer/when and how they found out how to channel the natural magic inside her :3

so fennel awakened ("the awakening" is how she and her found family refer to the sudden appearance of animalfolk) as a 15 year old, and lived on a small farm with their family for the five-ish years before our first session. their farm's on the outskirts of a village that they have a peaceable but uneasy relationship with; their farm is one of the most successful ones in the area. the natural world is almost an antagonistic (but not by any means evil/bad) force in this world - industrialization is hard to achieve on any significant scale because of how aggressive the overgrowth is, and the wilderness is considered very dangerous and hard to navigate. roads aren't even very common because they just get grown over. animalfolk have a particular synergy with the natural world, though, leading to fennel and their family's greater farming success. as such, the village relies on them and their crops and is willing to do business with them, and very few people are outwardly nasty to them (some are even ostensibly nice) - but there is an evident apprehension and hesitation toward them. there is one man in the village who's truly hostile toward them, to their faces, and they suspect he's responsible for having vandalized their farm closer to when they'd first settled down. despite the villagers' general tolerance of the dogfolk family and how obvious his involvement was, no consequences befell the man; there's an overt prioritization of protecting the village's own at the expense of the dogfolk's sense of safety, and i'd imagine this sentiment isn't exclusive to this village.

very aware of their place within this village and society at large, fennel was taught to act as 'human' (or humanoid i guess, considering humans aren't the only dnd race) as possible in public; concealing her tail and ears with a cloak, masking her doglike instincts and behavior, etc. though she's on terms ranging from alright to fine with a lot of other people in the village, she naturally feels a lot of anxiety stemming from the oppression animalfolk face. these days she can't sleep well at all if she doesn't cast the alarm spell before bed.

magic is very rare in this world, but animalfolk seem to be almost inherently magical; more often than not, they have at least some innate magical ability, though not all of them choose to hone it. many of the dogfolk fennel lives with are druids, so it took them a while to master their own sorcery, but they almost obsessively worked at it for years. despite their anxieties about the world, they're also distinctly aware of the fact that their life on the farm is literally the only thing they've ever known - and that they've only known Anything for five years despite physically being young adult by the start of the campaign. animalfolk don't even know their own lifespans. are there higher concentrations of animalfolk elsewhere? are there places that are more accepting? maybe even a safe haven where many animalfolk have gathered to live away from oppressive structures? this curiosity has gnawed at them for a long time, eventually blossoming into a wanderlust - an almost desperate need to explore the world and expand their worldview, and to understand where her kind came from. it was the driving force behind their obsessive training; they needed to make sure they were as prepared and capable as possible before venturing into this new world.

i've wanted to play a sorcerer for a while because they seemed cool and the most magical class i've ever played is warlock, and warlock spellcasting is sooo limited comparatively. i like to build a character around the class i'm interested in playing so once i decided that the clockwork subclass (which is concerned with maintaining the cosmic force of order) interested me the most, my furry ass decided that a neurotic herding dog would be a fun vibe for that lol. so i asked my friend/dm if she'd be interested in homebrewing a dogfolk race for the oneshot we were originally gonna do, but then me playing a furry character brought up certain weird implications in the oneshot because it had to do with true polymorphing experimentation, so my friend started playing around with lore stuff and got inspired so it blossomed into all the animalfolk lore lol and fennel + the depth of the rest of the party's characters made her wanna do a campaign instead! so the sorcerer decision came first and then everything else came from that.

[renny-mayflower]

BLOOD WARNING!!!

Hehe oopsie daisy looks like I made them sum hypothetical horror mode variants teehee I'm sooo clumsy

Ok so basically Maple got the Brud treatment from Simon while trying to protect Druid, and she ended up actually dying from getting her fuckin head chomped off

And Druid meanwhile went into hiding with his father (Gray), having only sustained minor injuries but he's still alive atleast

One of my pisscord:tm: friends inspired me lol

[haemey]

Silly Game Time: Who are some of your favorite magician characters? And what do you like about them?

They can be of any class or variety of magic-user (wizard, witch, sorcerer, warlock, healer, druid, etc.), of any race or species, so long as using magic is *primarily* their thing in the story. Not just something they do occasionally, but something that is a major element of their role and their identity.

You keep asking me questions I actually have to think about, ugh. Making me use my brain on a Friday. How dare you.

Unfortunately, my favourite magical characters... don't really do a lot of magic stuff. Not really. But magic/witchcraft is everything they're about, sooo...

Gandalf is neat. Walks up to a hobbit, smokes some weed with him, drags him on an adventure and then disappears for a while in the middle of the plot. Twice.

Iconic.

Tiffany Aching is even cooler. Eleven year old girl marches into the Fairy Queen's realm, armed only with a frying pan, a bunch of tiny idiots and her undeveloped frontal cortex. Wins by toad. The most magical thing she does (in Wee Free Men at least) is go "you're... kind of mean, you know that? And that's why your husband left you!" and it works. Because that is indeed Terry Pratchett magic. Looking at stuff and seeing it for what it is.

Kvothe. His world doesn't even actually have magic. It has Believing In Something So Much It Works and Names. Can't wait to find out how he faked his death.

One day, Kvothe. One day.

Thanks for the ask!

[ithinkthiswasabadidea]

Thoughts about Wrath of the Druids and Siege of Paris, now that they're both done!! (Also I don't really have any desire to play Dawn of Ragnarok tbh, so I'm just not gonna get that one)

WotD was sooo beautiful, and aesthetically I loved this dlc. It was so so nice to explore Ireland, especially all of its landmarks, standing stones and tombs!

I also really liked the characters!! Bárid very quickly grew on me, I enjoyed his characterisation a lot, and both Flann Sinna and Ciara were very compelling for different reasons

I was also much more invested in this dlc because of the way they quickly set up the familial ties and friendships between Eivor and the other characters, and showed what was at stake

I was quite interested in the Children of Danu and their workings, especially the more 'fantasy' elements that the faction brought

I kind of wish we got to see more of the story from the perspective of the druids, I think it would've made the final confrontation even more heavy to deal with, seeing as the choices made don't exactly have any weight to them outside of the dlc itself

I think overall, I enjoyed WotD a lot more than SoP, as it was more consistently fun to play and discover Ireland

SoP was very slow to start, and I feel like we didn't get much of a chance to bond with these allies before jumping into 'we need to kill all the Franks'. It didn't grab my attention

The majority of this dlc was more unremarkable than I expected. There were no targets to hunt down, and the setting itself was rather grim and boring (also FUCK the rat swarms and cavalry)

HOWEVER, I thought that the Paris siege itself was one of the better and more interesting sieges we got to take part in, even across the whole main game too, because it was so dynamic

Taking down the bridge, fighting in the streets, then running with Toka across rooftops while fire rains down around us? Fantastic and visceral, super fun stuff

Also really interesting to see Eivor's different opinions when she's fighting not for herself and her loved ones, but for someone else, on the off chance that subduing France will help her people. She's so much less invested, and more worried about the potential fall-outs and casualties here. That was almost never apparent in England, she's so much more introspective

The acting was really good, especially towards the end, and I really liked Count Odo as a character. Richardis, Charles and Sigfred were done well also

Overall, while a few missions in Paris really wowed me, Ireland was much more consistently enjoyable! I still had a good time with Eivor of course, spending more time with her before I fully finish up, and I feel like these dlc's were net positive to the game 😊

[bill-y]

The forever unfinished wip of my Tav. His name is Hors and he's a wild magic sorc multi classed with druid. Also he's romancing Gale cause they're both unhinged in different ways.

Head canons under cut :>

In the Grove, Hors accidentally kicked the squirrel. Gale saw this, and the regret and anguish that followed suit. Hors then proceeded to force Gale to commune with the animals as a way to reclaim his unity with nature, and the wizard had to go along lest the druid become hysterical again.

They never talk about it again after that but hey, they did weave stuff.

Also Hors probably always smells like leaves all the time. Newly bathed? Leaves. Sweaty and muddy? Leaves. No one knows how he does it, neither does he.

Hors has no idea how old he is because he's been living in solitude in the forest for so long. His companions are ordinarily forest creatures — one day, a bear craved salmon and he couldn't catch one for the life of him so he set out to Baldur's gate to get one but ended up getting caught by the Nautiloid instead ☠️

Hors is a solitary druid not by choice. He was raised by a flock of birds who gave him fruit like he was their hatchling.

Hors lacks diplomacy skills, and likes hitting things. He is not peaceful at all. He is an agent of chaos.

Hors has the uncanny ability to tell if something is a shape shifter or not as he is very in tune with nature. He constantly asks dumb questions when met with one. "Where'd you put the druid? Can you still give me the love reading?"

Hors pulls juvenile pranks on the rest of the camp. By juvenile I mean some primal shit. He leaves hidden fishes everywhere and laughs when asked about it or he leaves some cucumber behind camp members hoping it would startle them.

Gale had been startled once by a planted fish staring right at him as he turned in his sleep. Hors never let him forget.

Hors can't read, so he makes Gale read out loud for him. At first it was an annoyance to the wizard but it soon became a night time routine. They both can't rest well now without reading.

Hors loves puzzles but he takes sooo long to solve them and refuses to ask anyone for help. One time, they were stuck in the Myconid village for hours when Omeluum decided to gift Hors some sort of puzzle trinket after the whole mushroom ordeal. He covered his ears when Gale would try to tell him what to do and Omeluum just....watched the whole time. Shadowheart got tired of waiting and she probably finished three quests.

[tinytinybumblebee]

"No."

The spoon clattered against the plate. A sigh muffled under the sound of cutlery.

"Just one little bite, love, that's all I ask," Gale said, perhaps bordered on pleaded with the little tiefling that sat in-front of him.

The tiefling's ears flattened as his lower lip protruded. He shook his head once more. There weren't many instances of the little druid defying the wizard's request, he would always go to bed on time, clean up his toys when asked, even play gently around the younger ones. But, this evening he stared down the green mush on his plate.

Eating a fiddle head was not something Wildren was willing to do. No matter what headspace he was in.

Gale's head shook slightly as he moved from his kneeling position and back onto the chair beside the other man's seat.

"Then, I suppose we will sit here until that fiddlehead has a bite mark," Gale said.

Truth to be told, the wizard wasn't much of a fan of these whirled vegetable either. However, in moments like this, when he was taking care of the little druid Gale felt that maternal instinct that had him wanting his little one to eat his meals. Logically Gale knew the tiefling had finished growing decades ago but, that didn't stop the wizard's mind from telling him that Wildren needed to eat his veggies to grow nice and strong.

It was a stale mate. A prodigal wizard who spent many a nights studying the weave and, the regressed tiefling who was ready to show just how much stubborn patience he had.

"You two havin' a staring match?"

The two men's heads lifted up to look to Karlach.

"In a sense," Gale said, "We have a certain little one who doesn't want to eat his greens."

"Yuckie," Wildren huffed out, arms folded over his chest as he stuck his tongue out.

The other tiefling chuckled at the reaction. She slid herself onto the table, "Well, there's an easier way to get the lil' guy to eat than just staring him down."

Gale looked to Karlach with an expecting expression, for her to continued with the much needed aid.

"It's simple, lil guy needs a good example from his old man." Karlach said, "Ain't that right Ren-ren? You don't wanna eat something that looks so yucky unless you Dada shows you it's okay to eat, yeah?"

"Oh Gods," Gale muttered under his breath, "You don't need that, love, you know those fiddleheads are sooo yummy, you helped me prepare them, remember?" He said, trying his best to coax the little tiefling away from that idea.

Wildren looked to the plate then to Gale. He picked up the fork and nodded, "Dada try?"

Oh how could Gale say no to that face? He could, very easily but, those doe eyes were melting away that power to do so. Gale reached over for the fork that held the fiddlehead.

A small smirk played along Karlach's lips as she saw the look of surpessed disgust on the man's face as he took the smallest bite off the vegetable.

"S-see, that was so good, a marvelous taste and just, wonderful texture," Gale said after he swallowed the piece, "Perhaps now you're ready to try it?"

Wildren looked over to Karlach before he leaned forward, eating the rest of the fiddlehead in one bite.

Gale blinked in surprise, was his acting that good? Perhaps he should have tried to be a bard. That idea of career detouring quickly faded in the wizard's mind as he watch the two tieflings giggle and high-five. His eyes narrowed with a small smile.

"Was this an elaborate plan you two?"

Wildren giggled, tail whipping around with a toothy grin, looking up at Karlach.

"Well, it's pretty known 'round camp that you ain't one for your greens. So, Ren-ren and I decided that even grown ups need their veggies too," Karlach chuckled.

"Ooh you two little stinkers," Gale said, a grin growing on his face as he tousled Wildren's hair, "You did all that just to see Dada eat his greens huh?" The wizard leaned closer, "Whatever would I do without my sweet little boy?"

Gale softly planted a kiss on the little tiefling's forehead.

[allanonsmareths]

as i'm on a virginity kink kick right now, here's another thought, taking it up a notch.

maybe the reason Allanon was resistant to believing Mareth could be his daughter is because it really, physically shouldn't be possible, because Pyria and him never consummated their love in the sexual sense. like, for me their Romance is a Big Deal and i believe they were meant to be, true star-crossed lovers. but their connection was intellectual, romantic, a slow buildup of respect, curiosity, friendship. it didn't need to be sexual to be True Love. it could have been, but they just never got there.

sooo. that leaves Mareth being a real miracle baby; born of magic. Pyria was surprised to find herself pregnant but of course she put two and two together. maybe she tried to find precedent of magical conception in Druid writings of old, in vain. so she was left alone with so much to deal with: the abandonment and hurt and resentment, and joy and wonder, and fear. all that colors her relationship with Mareth. all that baggage.

and then, when Allanon and Mareth try to deal with everything, and she makes the move (it is so much easier to touch than to talk), he really is inexperienced. the Druid life is one of celibacy and he's used to it, resigned to it. doesn't mean there hasn't been interest in him, there have been all genders of all races who would have gladly had him, but it just wasn't for him. so his daughter really is his first in so many ways, and so gentle with him.

really i just want Allanon being an overwhelmed, needy, blushing virgin and Mareth taking care of him and showing him all the ways he can feel good. <3

[illarian-rambling]

Hello! I heard you like DnD!

What has been your favorite campaign so far? My current friend group is completing a 5e WotC one, but I have also seen some great homebrews done. Do you prefer WotC campaigns, or homebrews? What were some memorable moments? ✨

Oh god, you've got me started, now I'm never gonna shut up >:)

So, I've played in four games and ran one, all homebrew, over the course of my time. My first campaign I was a life cleric with a pet goat that I saved from being a sacrifice. I didn't really know what I was doing, as it was my first game, but I had fun. My second game, I was a rogue snakeoil (and crack) salesman, which started the trend of all my characters selling drugs. Game three, I played an evangelist artificer and fell in love with the class. I adore robots, what can I say? In my current game (which is an original story, but in the planescape setting), I play a barb/fighter hazily struck out of time. She's up to three mystery voices in her head now, one being the sword of Kas, sells drugs via cranium rats, and was in a pro-wrestling tournament.

Probably one of my most memorable moments was perma-killing my artificer, Gillaria. To start, Gillaria was a bit of dunce. She was smart, yeah, but had balls wisdom and even worse charisma. She tried to fly into a portal to hell once on a wooden broom so she could take an energy reading. She got kidnapped in like three separate alleyways and gave her full, legal name to a devil. This is all to preface with the fact that this character didn't make the smartest choices.

The other thing about Gillaria was that she was a priest of Relhan, the setting's god of innovation. She and her two robot buddies, Anatolius and Aenira, would preach the word of this dying god on street corners, since the main temple to him had been destroyed. Usually, given that the highest charisma score between them was an 8, this ended up with tomatoes being thrown.

Anyways, though the campaign was supposed to go a little while longer, our dm got a new job, so we had to end early. The party decided that our last hurrah would be to raid the Golden Trident, a rival faction we'd been eyeing for some time.

One Gillaria project she wanted to get done before the end of the campaign as well was the squirrel laser. The construction of such a laser is as follows:

The druid Awakens 6 squirrels with their magic staff. The squirrels are now sentient.

Our warlock signs these squirrels onto warlock pacts. The squirrels can now cast the cantrip Bonfire.

Gillaria has a Decanter of Endless Water and the spell Magic Mouth

Infinite steam power has been achieved

We did the math and we would've been able to power a railgun with this set-up, so our dm decided, fuck it, campaign's almost over, they can have a death laser. It was decided it would be a DC 16 dex save against being zapped into ash.

Anyways, cut to us raiding the Golden Trident. Our level 10 warlock is being chased by an anctient dragon, our barbarian fell off the airship (We had a dragon ghost powered airship. Long story, also Gillaria's fault) and we're being chased by the enemy's airship.

Gillaria tells Anatolius, her steel defender with an intellect headband that she treats like a son, to point the laser at the enemy skyship, ready to fire once it warms up in four rounds. Gillaria then flies over to the enemy ship, hoping to disable its engines. However, like any good artificer, she's immediately enamored by the engines themselves. At this point, I the player forget I have a four round count down.

Yeah, you can see where this is going... The dm has me pick high or low on a d100 to see what part of the ship my laser hits, and I invariably pick wrong. And that is how Gillaria got blasted to ash by her own automaton, wielding her own laser, atop her own airship. Her final consolation was finding out that her god was not, in fact, dead and being reincarnated into his steel and steam avatar.

This is one of sooo many dumbass stories for this character, she was a piece of work. Thanks for asking though, I love talking about dnd! Feel free to share a story of your own or ask any questions :)

[myloveforhergoeson]

🍄 + sweet Daisy Mae? <3

hello!! questions for daisy-mae coming right up!

Who they would pick to play them in a movie about their life: when i tell you this girl can't even name one modern actress... sigh... if she could pick anyone it's probably going to be her best friend makana since she knows her best!

What their favourite colour was in kindergarten (because everyone had one in kindergarten): daisy's favorite color was and is still yellow!

What the first lie they ever told was: as a kid, that she was paying attention when her nana and grandpa took her and jay-jay to church LMAO. as a teen, she doesn't really lie much, it make her too anxious. at most she's lying to spare the feelings of others - like saying she's comfortable in a situation where she really isn't!

What D&D class they would be if they played: daisy would make a great druid!

If they came with a warning sign, what it would be: just one of those bright yellow vests they put on dogs that says NERVOUS

If they were to go viral online, what it would be for: i hate to say it i really do but probably someone recording her in an embarrassing moment :( she'd be the butt of the joke i fear. i'm seeing like. she's trying to psych herself up at the library to talk to the librarian about something so she's like mumbling to herself a bit and then notices someone recording when they point and laugh. she gets really embarrassed and runs into the bathroom with a bright red face :(((

A song lyric you associate with them: kaisy song of all time to me is "be my escape" by relient k - specifically the lines "'Cause I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and/ I've been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key/And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me"

What their stress response would be: fight, flight, or freeze?: she is a flight risk i fear 10000% of the time

A little thing that makes them happy: daisy-mae loves to make art, and as satisfying as making a big, complete art piece can be, she really loves to doodle, especially if she's trying to pass the time

Their first impression of their partner(s) (if they have any): ohhh babygirl is sooo in awe of kendall. she thinks he's so cool and talented! and cute of course... but that's beside the point....

[little-birdseeker]

Growing Wings - Epilogue - Journey's End

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What a wonderful day to be back in Limsa! Has there ever been a better one?! Certainly not in the few days she had been here lately, that was for sure! And Isabelle enjoyed every last bit of it, every ray of sunshine she could get!

Just a few moments later, Isabelle spotted her first target! “Fooorwin! Heeey!”, she shouted while waving at the old fisherman. He hadn’t changed a bit, as she saw it from the distance, except for some signs of the coming age.

“Oh that’s a surprise. Isabelle!”, he immediately responded before even turning around, as he knew only one girl with such an enthusiastic voice.

“And I thought you might have forgotten me, after Luca and Miara have told me that you have returned to them”, he laughed and stepped out of his boat at the pier.

“Whaaat? How could I eeever forget about you?! I could neeever forget about the saaails and the rooopes and the fiiish!”

“Right, right. Ah, don’t look so sulky, Isa, that was just me teasing you a bit. I- Really, it was a joke, okay? Got all your letters! Thank you, for all of them!”

Isabelle immediately stopped sulking and showed her beaming smile once again.

“You diiid? Yay! I did nooot know how to address them weeell enough, but the moooogles did a greeeat job, yes!”

“They sure do, even though nobody can see them… Anyway now, come here!”

He gave a big hug, to which she responded likewise. How many years had it been? About six years? A lot of time had passed since then, that was for sure.

“Looook! I stiiill got the peeendant you gave me!”, Isabelle said and very proudly showed off the little seashell that was decorating her neck.

“Ohh, yeah, you are right. Seems like it protected you well.” “It diiid!! And it wiiill protect me even longer!”, she responded with a happy grin.

“So, how have you been? Your parents haven’t told me yet, besides some major things. Like… magic? For real? And an own shop?”

“Mhm!! Looook!!” Proudly, Isabelle concentrated on her magic and formed a little ball of light, which rose slowly above them, just to explode in a warm shower of sparkles.

“Isn’t it greeeat?!”

“Uhm… sure, it looks great, but-” “It iiis great!”, Isabelle insisted - what else was magic good for if it did not look, like, magical and sparkly?! “And besiiides that I can mooove things and clean my hooouse and my dreeesses and fight eeenemies and-” “Okay okay, I got it, I was wrong”, Forwin laughed. “So you have become a great magician, I can see that. No need to show me all of it. But how? Tell me, how was your journey?”

“Oookay!” Her voice certainly carried some sort of disappointment with it - after all, showing of her magical skills was something she was very proud of - but she also knew that Forwin was right. She could also show off later, when the time was right.

“Sooo, wheeere to start…? Riiiight, Uuul’dah!”

And so, she started telling him about her journey.

The one year in Ul’dah. The people she met, like Nalama and Tion - even though she had no contact with him anymore, she might need to change that. The weavers guild. About Ricky, her very own (red!) Chocobo. And the thaumaturges, of course.

About Gridania. The druids and the leatherworkers. About all the trees, how it felt to be so far away from the ocean.

About her journey to Ishgard, her hatred for cold and snow which nearly got herself killed. The man that saved her life and became her first love, the man she married - Forwin was shocked by that one - and how much she despised him now. A despicable man that had only been interested in her body and in acquiring women!!

How Azura and Wickid met her in Ishgard and introduced her to the free company. All the adventures she lived through, how they ventured to the far far east where the free company resided now.

And of course, how she had started her own shop in Kugane, about two years ago. Oh, and all of the things she knew about the city. The harbor, the hot springs, the market, especially all of the clothes there, and how tasty all the meals were.

And how the meeting between her and Iana ended. She sniffed a bit while telling Forwin the story, calmed down by some strokes over her head. Forwin knew about Ianas death. Luca and Miara had already morned a lot while also being overjoyed by Isabelles return. It was a hard time for them, for sure. Scars would remain, but until then he would be there for them. And Isabelle as well, he was sure of it. Or else, she would have not returned, after all.

“What a journey”, the fisherman concluded as the barrage of words had finally come to end. “So I assume it had been a good one?”

“The beeest!”, the catgirl responded immediately.

“No regrets?”

“Hmmm… sooometimes. But I would stiiill do the same! Nooot change a thing!”, she answered truthfully. Lies were bad, after all! Most of them, at least.

“And now? Any new plans?”, Forwin laughed, expecting the most surprising things, just like it was usual with Isabelle.

“Uuuhm… for nooow I will take care of my shop! Aaand train and try new enchaaantmens!” “Oh, enchantments? Is there something you can’t do?” “Flyyy! For nooow!”, she chuckled together with Forwin.

“Well, that’s a matter of time, isn’t it.” “Mhm!! But for nooow…”

“The rogues?”

Nodding showed he was right.

“Well, great Namo from me! And your parents, if you visit them today.” “Wiiill do! And take caaare of you, Forfor! Bye bye!” “Oh Isa, don’t ca- there she goes. Whatever…”, he sighed and had to laugh. Some things never changed.

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“Can’t let you in without the password, sorry.” “Oswin, you knooow me! Come ooon, how can I knooow it?!”

“How do I know you are not someone else?” “Looook at me! Hooow many girls do you know that have suuuch fluffy taaail, sooo beautiful red haaair, are sooo cute… and have suuuch a deep cleavage?!”

With the last words, Oswins eyes twitched for a moment, but he kept his mouth shut and stood still, which annoyed Isabelle even more.

"Oooswin! If you dooon't let me in, Namo will be sooo furious! You wiiill regret it, and she will nooot apologize!"

That was the last straw. He knew R’namo, and even though she had grown to be nicer to him - or anyone, on that matter - in the last… ten years? Well, he sure knew he did not want to be the one to tell her he did not let in her beloved pupil daughter. Who knew what she would do to him, and he wasn’t eager to find out.

“Fine. Here, go in. But if you are an imposter-”

“Thaaank you! I will tell her how niiice you were!”, Isabelle said as she darted in.

Honestly, it sounded like a threat. At least to Oswin. Probably his imagination. Isabelle wasn’t like this. Instead, she would tell the whole truth, which was bad enough for him.

Hopefully, R’namo had some mercy on him.

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Tip Tap. Tip Tap.

She was wide open, and could have never been prepared for Isabelles assault. Well it wasn’t like nobody was watching - A'nissa was sitting in the corner and was overjoyed to see one of her missing friends being back. But she wanted to see the chaos unfold as Isabelle flung herself onto her victim. It was far too much fun to watch it!

“Goootcha!”, Isabelle shouted as she threw herself onto R’namos back, resulting in the most violent and soft hug the rogue has gotten for quite a while.

“WHA-?!”, she almost screamed as she felt the catgirl on her back. “ISA?! You damn- Where-?! How-?! OH COME HERE!”

In a matter of seconds, the one sided hug was changed into a consensual one.

“I am baaack!”, Isabelle laughed and smiled.

“Thanks, I have noticed”, R’namo tried to hiss, but just had to laugh as well.

“Damn, I thought you would never come back here. After your letters stopped and so on.” “I was buuusy Namo! I am sooorry!”

“Busy with what? Sewing new dresses?”

“Yeees! That takes some tiiime, you know?”

“So you were busy with dresses and distract boys and men alike with that cleavage you are sporting”, A'nissa darted in, still cackling from the assault she had witnessed.

“It’s a diiirndl, it haaas to be this way! And it looks greeeat, right?”

“Well if you say so…”

“R’namo please, look at her, it looks great! Especially on our Isa here, in contrast to you if you would wea-” “Oh shut up Nissa, as if anyone could challenge her on that!”, R’namo hissed at the laughing Miqo’te.

“Mhm!”, Isabelle agreed with a good deal of laughter from herself. “Told you I am going to become sooo big!” “That’s not what you mea- oh, whatever. You seem very confident about that now, so do you-” “Knooow why people liiike them?”, Isabelle interrupted her old mentor. “Well becaaause-”, she started to talk and somewhat demonstrate her gathered knowledge about this topic.

Which made A'nissa laugh, as she loved how confident Isabelle spoke, while it made R’namo blush ever so slightly - which in turn made A'nissa laugh even more. Isabelle, however, proudly grinned at her friends. She had learned a lot, after all, and every bit had to be shared - even such  things like this!

“Gods, okay, guess you know”, R’namo sighed. “Well, good that Jon wasn’t here…” “Oh i could get him, should be around somewhere.” “Oh should i tell him-” “NO!”, R’namo shouted at Isabelle, making both other girls laugh. “Oh you- You have grown into a fine yet mischievous woman, have you?”

“I leeearned from the best!”

That left R’namo speechless. Especially as Isabelle wasn’t completely wrong, after all. Plus the other girls had helped at that as well, to be fair, but still.

“Whatever”, R’namo sighed. “Don’t want it to be any other way. That’s our Isa.” “Hehe!”, Isabelle chuckled with a grin. “But I stiiill want to meet Jon again!”

“Well of course, let’s find him. Just keep those things for you, kay? Having both of you tease me like that is more than enough.” “Oookay!”, Isabelle chuckled. “Prooomised!”

“And I shall find Agness, I think she is somewhere on the market. Shouldn’t be hard to find her”, A’nissa threw in.

“And what about Leeena?!”, Isabelle asked, worried about the lalafell.

“Oh, uhm, she… is gone”, R’namo told Isabelle. For a moment, the red girl was shocked about this news, until A’nissa stepped in.

“She stopped being a rogue and now works in The Bismarck. Wanted to become a chef. Stabbing people wasn’t for her, so now she stabs fish I guess.”

Outraged, Isabelle stared at R’namo, who in turn grinned at her. “Ha, gotcha!” “Ruuude!”

“Could say the same about you!” “Pah!”

For a moment, everyone kept silent, but it didn’t last long until they burst out in laughter.

“I was wooorried, okaaay?”

“Yeah, sorry. Thanks for clearing that A’nissa. Oh, what about we meet up there, in The Bismarck? Yeah, let’s go there and eat together, and talk about the past years!” “Oh I would looove to! Let’s search for the others and gooo! Jooon, where aaare you?!”, Isabelle shouted and dashed through one of the doors.

“Isa, please, stay- you know where we meet, A’nissa. I’ll have to catch this whirlwind here. And have to ask her how she got through Oswin.”

“Right right! See ya later!”

“Yeah, bye!”

With that, they parted ways, just to be reunited later. An evening full of stories was about to start. And surely, she had made them proud. All of them.

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(To everyone who has read the whole thing: Thank you so much!! I hope you enjoyed the ride! <3 This has been on my mind for quite a while, and I am happy to be able to share something about my girl! So, every reader: You get the best hug Isabelle can give! You earned it! <3)

(If you are interested in some other stuff i wrote or want to know more about Isabelle, you may want to take a look at Isabelles story page!)

[livinbooks]

Sooo I'm running a Campaign

It's been going on for over a year. We've only missed like one session and that's because one of my players had like an insane power outage situation (the water goddess in our campaign may have cursed her for like a month TwT).

Anyways, I love my players and I just wanted to put that out in the world. One is a professional artist (gonna call her Cecil, her character's name) and always makes like drawings and line ups of our characters, both PC and NPC. I'll share her art if I get permission but it slaps SO HARD. She is currently doing 3d prints of each PC + my favorite NPC (a sentient house named Deb). She is literally TEACHING HERSELF how to design these and then she goes and prints it at the library. Literally incredible.

I cry just literally every time she posts in our discord.

Another player (Tempest) is also amazing (they all are); she has so much backstory and is always like "plz feel free to cause me emotional distress" and gives me so much story and room to do so. (Obvi sensitive things get discussed), but like she's a Warlock with two (ish) patrons (a long story), and one is a water goddess and my player was like "MAKE ME FEAR THE WATER". So I kind of drowned her in a dream and gave her emotional trauma. I love her. She writes LITERAL STORIES, LITERAL DRABBLES of like, her character's past. It's a goddamn gift. And art! she posts her doodles and sketches in the discord. I literally just lie on my bed kicking my feet anytime I get new ones at like 2AM (TEMPEST GO TO BED, I KNOW UR READING THIS).

My third player (Lit - a wildfire druid, chaotic af in gameplay, so smart, literally knows more about this game than all of us combined and I love her for it, because sometimes as a DM I gotta be like "do u know this rule" sometimes I forget I have a laptop in my pocket ok??). She wrote fanfic. One time in a session, instead of calling and NPC Carlisle (a hottie elf who is a client of Tempest's that she DEFINITELY doesn't have feelings for), I called him Kyle. This led to a 20 minute sidebar where we created a college AU (our campaign is set in a fantasy Tenochtitlan). And you know what Lit did?? SHE WROTE FANFICTION. There is literally a whole ASS AU FANFIC IN OUR DISCORD. Christ on a bike I love them. I get texts in the middle of the night with AU backstory.

It's a goddamn gift. A Gods damned gift. I love y'all. D&D can be amazing. And I'm just so happy I have three people who revel in the world I've created just for them.

This is love to me. Making a world for my friends. It's truly a gift to build this. We haven't played in two weeks and I miss them. We meet up mostly in person. Kind of bonkers really. That we've managed for so long. Love y'all.

[dwarfsized]

things that i would like to know about my fellow writers!

tagged by @aevallare thank you my looovveee

i will tag @simon-says-nothing and @raccooncrimes!

Last book I read: 

i am stalled on The Witch King by Martha Wells, not because it isnt good but just because. lmao. If im reading, i cant be writing. or sewing. or or or. The last one I remember finishing was This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, and i loved that.

Greatest literary inspiration: 

I put part of a Mary Oliver poem on my graduation cap. Also genuinely quite inspired by Tamsyn Muir.

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write:

I dont know if I'd ever try my hand at a modern au but i adore aevallare's pour one out.

I certainly wont write no-magic or all-human aus (I like tieflings a normal amount, she says, lying) but I'm sure someone could do something cool with those.

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me: 

:') i already think this about my work but i write it anyway. who wants to read astarion stuck in a druid grove when he's [redacted]?? well, i do, so now we have eldath's mercy.

i am working on a story rn where kira is a ghost haunting the szarr palace. do i think very many people will be interested in that? i dont know! but I want to write it, and at least one other person probably wants to read it, so. eventually, it will go up onto ao3.

id love to do something with a focus on minthara. she's going to matter in true colors but that's not going to happen for a while. for now i rotate her in my brain.

You can recognize my writing by:

7000 word chapters where fully half the words are the characters thinking sooo hard, mid-chapter pov shifts, asides about tiefling/druid culture that i've made up whole-cloth, tail mentions.

My most controversial take (current fandom):

if you mod anyone in the game to look younger/more conventionally attractive i am putting you in the oubliette in my mind-palace. why cant you like these characters as they are. i thought we enjoyed this game

if you mod gortash clean or mod away a character's scars, i am putting you in the oubliette inside of the oubliette in my mind-palace.

Current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut):

2 babeyyyy, but if i could instead shelve all the current wips and start wip #15 id be at an 8. alas! i cannot do this.

Top three favourite tropes:

in no particular order:

when a character's specific past experiences lead them to a wrong conclusion that is soooo wrong but like, ohhh sweetie. of course you think that.

magic that has a cost, even divine magic, and cannot fix everything

you were not selected for this. anyone could have been the person in this position. but you are here now, and you have to do the task. get to it.

are these even tropes? do i know what tropes are anymore. help

Share a random frustration:

I USUALLY AVERAGE 700 WRITING WORDS A DAY BUT IVE BEEN EDITING ELDATH'S MERCY CH 2 FOR ALL OF APRIL AND IT HAS BROUGHT MY AVERAGE WORD COUNT DOWN TO 26. 26 WORDS A DAY. BITING. BITING AND YELLING.