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Just knowing that Brennan Lee Mulligan has a bunch of NPC Drama that he just hasn't released because it would get in the way of the PCs doing things makes me just want to know what it is
https://docs.google.com/document/u/0/d/19ygrUE1iuz5XHtyoJCxYwPMZOC5eBIYhjFroQYCcQZ0/mobilebasic
Q and A from Sophomore Year we learn
I want to know all the drama
Like he had Maryanne's personal life off the top of his head
#fantasy high#fantasy high junior year#dimension 20#fantasy high sophomore year#kristen applebees#fabian seacaster#adaine abernant#gorgug thistlespring#riz gukgak#fig feath#sandra lynn faeth#sklonda gukgak#gorthalax the insatiable#maryanne skuttle#brennan lee mulligan
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their first glimmer of hope in the nightmare forest
#fantasy high#fhsy#fantasy high sophomore year#d20#dimension 20#gorgug thistlespring#adaine abernant#fabian aramais seacaster#fabian seacaster#fig faeth#figueroth faeth#riz gukgak#baron from the baronies#oh baron the creature that you are#gorgug i love you#heard that and literally teared up#hes so sweet
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ive made peace with it
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Rewatching fhsy and thinking about Gorgug trying to get way too large birds to perch on his arm (re: Baxter). I bet the greatest wizard of all time could convince the mistress of the compass points to do a silly bit with him.
#d20#dimension 20#fantasy high#fantasy high sophomore year#peas n guac#id in alt text#fanart#artists on tumblr#gorgug thistlespring#ayda aguefort
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finally watching through fantasy high sophomore year and laughing until i cry
#d20#dimension 20#fantasy high#fantasy high sophomore year#my art#fabian seacaster#ragh barkrock#fabian is such a fucking mess lmao i’m obsessed w him#also this friendship is everything#d20 fanart
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something underrated about ayda aguefort in terms of autism rep is that she has a +3 to charisma. everyone who meets her agrees that she's cool as hell
#and they're right#fantasy high#fantasy high junior year#fhjy#dimension 20#d20#ayda aguefort#fantasy high sophomore year
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no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~
#dimension 20#fantasy high junior year#fhjy#figueroth faeth#riz gukgak#adaine abernant#fabian seacaster#gorgug thistlespring#kristen applebees#fh class quangle#my! class swap thing! I guess this is like the poster for it now#got overinvested and finished it properly instead of winging it lol#in closeup order: cleric!gorgug; bard!riz; rogue!fabian; sorcerer!kristen; barbarian!fig; artificer!adaine#this one does have the harpoon gun I'd give fabian during sophomore year but literally only figured out for this piece lol#I like how it looks tho Im glad I hashed it out#thinking abt power armor adaine a lot tbh... she has the transhumanist audacity. she's villain-adjacent enough#to attempt unspeakable acts of body improvement#(its funny bc to wear a rig like that would Also demand a certain level of physical strength from you)#also yeah this is the thing with riz holding a megaphone that got me considering#its fun! it fits the aesthetics! maybe it'd grant him range for bardics#maybe he gets to keep that Im just not sure how he'd carry it around lol#fig gets to have all of her makeup... I like almost never remember to draw it usually kdsjfhdjk listen. I just forgor#I always forget makeup is real#also dont ask me what's in kristen's thermos it Is usually tea but you truly never know#sometimes its soup. it can be lighter fluid. soap perhaps. hot chocolate#also if u come knocking on my door abt kristen's somatic in this piece: I wont be home#she gets to be gross especially bc shes funny and 17yo and gay. we give it to her#okay I. whoo I should lay down. finally I can move on to other things#cheers! wahoo. yahha perhaps
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They were not here last night
Casual morning at the seacaster manor with some minor breaking and entering
#digital art#art#fanart#fantasy high junior year#d20 fantasy high#fhjy#fantasy high#fantasy high sophomore year#fantasy high freshman year#fantasy high fig#figueroth faeth#fig faeth#fabian fantasy high#fabian aramais seacaster#fabian seacaster#fantasy high adaine#adaine abernant#adaine o'shaughnessey#fantasy high riz#riz gukgak#riz the ball gukgak#gorgug fantasy high#gorgug thistlespring#fantasy high kristen#kristen applebees#the bad kids
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Honorary bad kids!
#ragh barkrock#ragh fh#fantasy high#fh sophomore year#dimension 20 fanart#d20 fanart#ayda fantasy high#ayda aguefort#zelda donovan#zelda fantasy high#tracker fantasy high#tracker oshaughnessy#my art#digital painting#fanart#dimension 20#dnd art
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deeply important aspect of riz gukgak’s character to me is that he’s quite a bit deranged. Brings a gun to school, shoots an unconscious man point blank in the head just so he won’t wake up, tortures a kid by shooting off three of his fucking fingers, threatens to bite Dayne’s eye out of his head as revenge for Fabian, literally eats Kalvaxus, consistently hissing throughout sophomore year, and of course “make sure to cut off his head so he can’t be revivified”
#Kind of guy who’s too efficient a killer to be 17 years old#I like that he’s a little sick in the head deeply important aspect to me#Also I don’t remember if there are other sophomore year moments I’m sure there are#dimension 20#fantasy high
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something something i’d have two nickels but it’s weird that it happened twice
#dimension 20#never stop blowing up#nsbu#d20 nsbu#nsbu spoilers#fantasy high#fantasy high sophomore year
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she was dead silent on the drive home, but that was okay. sometimes, after band practice, she was just out of words. it was a short drive to her house. the only part where it actually felt weird was after i pulled up her parent’s driveway.
after that, the silence stretched so far it smeared and left a weird residue. she kept looking at the car door like she wanted to leave, so i looked at the door too, then she looked at me, and i looked at her, and my first thought was that she was going to tell me that the door was stuck. i was used to that car always doing some damn thing. it was the car me and all my siblings had learned to drive in, and it was really beat to hell. there were dents all over the body, which we’d unsuccessfully tried fixing up with spackle. it had looked nice for maybe a week, but then the sun wrecked it - the spackle cracked up like the mud on the bottom of a dry riverbed and turned a sort of off yellow-white that made the car looked like it had been molded out of chicken shit. it also had a bullet hole it through the cabin that whistled like a toothless old man whenever the car went above 40, so loud it could drown out the radio, and a cabin that smelled so strongly of bugspray that even the arizona summer we drove everywhere we could with the windows down.
(if you have kids one day, you will maybe, possibly, begin to understand how much i loved that car.)
anyway, i was thinking about what else could possibly be wrong with the chickenshitmobile, and she just kept looking at me, and then i wondered if there was something on my face, and she just kept looking at me, and then the penny dropped and i realized she was trying to work up the nerve to break up with me.
now, i’d seen her work up the nerve to do things like this before – it could take quite a while. and knowing it was about to happen made the waiting immediately unbearable.
so i said hey.
and she looked at me, very startled, and said hey back real small. like she’d been caught. and in a way, i suppose she had.
and i said it’s okay. you can just say it. i’ll be okay.
i’m always okay.
and she said: i’m really sorry.
i loved her, you know? it was highschool, but teenagers are capable of love. the way people love changes over time just as much as the way they stand, or the way they talk, but things don’t stop existing just because they're different. opposite really – a thing only stops changing when it's fully gone.
and i said, nothing to be sorry for, and i meant it. she looked a little relived, and i was happy to give her that peace. then she left. i watched her make it through the front door, because that was just habit at that point, and then i sat there a while afterwards, checking how i felt. and the answer was not good, but good enough to make it home. good enough to limp on.
so i put my car in reverse, took my last look goodbye, and immediately backed into her neighbor’s car.
crunch.
air bags didn't go off, which was good. i left a decent dent in the bumper of the other car. genuinely couldn’t tell if i did anything to my car – anything wrong with it just kind of blended together into the general ecosystem of hand mottled, sun cracked, chickenshit spackle.
i checked my glove box, and my car insurance info was, of course, out of date. my phone was dead too. as a teenager, my phone was less my lifeline to my friends, and more my tether to my parents, so i wasn’t particularly conscious of keeping it charged. both my fault.
i sat there a few minutes, trying to think of the best way to handle things, and there was only one answer i could think of, and i hated that answer, so i spent a few more minutes trying and failing to think of a better one, and then a few more coming to peace with what had to be done.
then i went back to knock on my now ex’s front door.
her dad opened, which i was very relieved over, even if he seemed less than thrilled. he looked me over, and in a firm, but slightly apologetic way said: she does not want to see you right now.
(i think he assumed i was going to try and talk her out of the break up?)
and i said not here for her. i just backed into your neighbor’s car, and i need to call my dad, but my phone’s dead. could i borrow yours?
and he looked at me, then back at his neighbors car, which sure enough was dented, then he looked at the chickenshitmobile, and if there was something wrong with it, it just kind of blended into the general Wrongness of the car, then back to me, and i could see him imagining the last ten minutes from my pov: getting broken up with, backing into a car, having to walk up to your exes door and borrow a phone, calling my dad to tell him that i just reversed into someone.
and his expression shifted from stern and apologetic to truly sad, which felt more kind that i deserved. things only got here because i kept fucking up - forgot to look behind me, forgot to replace the insurance forms, forgot to charge my phone. it was my mess, but his sympathy meant the world to me. i probably would’ve cried if he said sorry, or patted me on the back or called me sport, but instead he said
stay out here – i’ll bring you a phone.
and then he left.
i found a nice spot on the lawn in the shade under a sycamore, then settled into his grass.i was trying not to freak out, and was doing an okay job. he came out a minute or so later, not just with a phone, but a juicebox and a jar of green olives, which really threw a wrench in the whole try not to cry thing. soon as i saw those, a few tears squoze out. i was still hoping i could pass them off as Manly Tears but then he told me that he’d gotten the olives a few weeks before and had been meaning to hand them off to me, and that this was his last chance for that. then i made a sound like a horse drowning in a bog, and he patted my back pretty rough, four solid thumps, like he wasn't sure if i was crying or choking on an olive, and was trying to cover both bases at once.
then he went back inside, and i made a few more bog horse noises while finishing off the rest of the entire jar of green olives, and then i called my dad.
he was about ten minutes away that day, and luckily was home. he drove over, and we went to the neighbor’s house, and from there things actually went quite nice. the neighbor was a retired man who actually said he could fix the dent himself, no need for insurance. he said he appreciated that i didn't just drive off, and i said i was really sorry about his car, and he said he was really sorry about my car, and then he gestured to the chickenshitmobile and i laughed because it really was a disaster on wheels.
then we left.
i thought we were going to head straight home, but instead we went to a gas station, and we both got several slim jims that we folded into thick enough coils that we could put them on a hotdog bun because the growing up mormon equivalent of having a sad brewski with your dad is just choosing to make bad decisions sober. then he took me to the canals and we watched the sun turn all orange and pink, and he looked over at me and said:
brains are good at remembering bad days. so you gotta make sure that a bad day has a good part in in, so you can remember that too. remember that when you have a kid. try to do a good job on days like that - they're going to be a big part of how they remember you.
and then he gave me a big hug and said he was never going to eat another slim jim again.
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the year after that i went to college, which kicked my butt in new and exciting ways. and on a lot of those bad days, after a test that went sour, or a faux paus that was particularly embarrassing, or some other hardship of my new adult life, i’d stop by the gas station and pick up leathery, half jerkied hotdog before heading to the canals to watch the sun set. i’d take a bite and imagine my dad next to me, grimacing through the slim-jim wad, asking what good thing i was going use that time to remember.
and in my head, i’d say you, dad.
i’m going to remember you.
#babylon-lore#dad lore#stories#breakups#gas station hotdogs#i really like green olives okay#i dont have a sense of smell so if food isnt like WHAM in the flavor department it just doesnt do a lot for me#in my sophomore year i ate so many homemade pickles that i actually got a wee bit of scurvy#major autism L
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sping break!!! hoot growl!
#dimension 20#d20#fantasy high#fantasy high sophomore year#fabian seacaster#fabian aramais seacaster#riz gukgak#gorgug thistlespring#i love them!!!!#i feel like irl im getting bardic inspiration after each spring break i believe in you
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okay but when Older Adaine said "I don't know why I was so easy to discard" and "our family didn’t love us and maybe there is a part of us that made that easy"
and when Illusion Fig asked "what do you think will happen when Ayda sees the real you?" and Fig said "i hope she finds something in me that I didn’t know was there"
and when Ayda said "the fact that i can’t find a redeeming quality in myself doesn’t mean that someone as brilliant as Figueroth can’t find something in me worthwhile"
and when Baron said "time will pass and everyone will find someone who matters more to them than you" and Riz said "I'm the little shrimp of this crew"
and when Fabian said "I don't know what I will be, but I like the direction I'm going"
and when Adaine said "I think the only answer is that we have to keep looking for love"
and when Gorgug said "it's Gorgug, keep going"
fuck you Brennan Lee Mulligan & Gang for making me cry my fucking eyes out
#dimension 20#fantasy high#fantasy high sophomore year#fhsy#fearful symmetry#dnd#brennan lee mulligan#siobhan thompson#adaine abernant#emily axford#fig faeth#figueroth faeth#ayda aguefort#brian murphy#riz gukgak#lou wilson#fabian seacaster#fabian aramais seacaster
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The Intrepid Muppets
#fantasy high#fantasy high junior year#dimension 20#fantasy high sophomore year#kristen applebees#fig feath#emily axford#ally beardsley#the muppets#Muppets#adaine abernant#fabian seacaster#gorgug thistlespring#riz gukgak
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"Um...I have a confession to make: Baron's not real."
#fantasy high#riz gukgak#baron from the baronies#dimension 20#dropout tv#fantasy high sophomore year#comics#animation
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