#tysm!!! :)

[deerspherestudios]

He’s such a wonderful boy! 😭 I wish you good luck in developing the game, I am absolutely delighted with the art and style of the game! You’ve got a really interesting character!!

[ebongawk]

kiss prompt 42 would be super cute!

remiss to admit I already wrote this one and Tumblr glitched and deleted it so I hope it actually posts this time 🥲

42. A clumsy kiss

It was late.

Eddie was still laughing to himself, despite how fucked up it was that everyone had ditched to avoid helping with cleanup duties. Like, alright, maybe he'd gotten on a power trip and decided to kill off Jeff and Grant's characters during their second-to-last Hellfire meeting of his high school career.

So what?

It was their own goddamn fault, negging him at lunch today. So maybe he'd ditched their morning chill session after Chrissy stopped by to say hi and he followed her like a sick puppy in desperate need of attention.

Could he truly be blamed? It was Chrissy Cunningham.

And he was friends with her.

(Actually he was fucking head-over-feet crazy about her, thinking so endlessly of her and their weird, unexpected friendship that he'd drawn a picture of Sune, the goddess of beauty and love, and accidentally made her look exactly like Chrissy, but. Semantics.)

They should've anticipated the consequences. Was no small matter, giving the dungeon master shit when he held the fate of their characters in his notoriously ruthless hands.

But their total shock and disdain when he'd killed them? Hilarious.

As he swept up the endless Doritos crumbs from the theater room's wood floor, he laughed again at the memory of Jeff shouting so loud the acoustics carried his voice through the entire space and back.

Grant went full Pavarotti when his elven archer fell to the depths of the Underdark.

Served them right.

Still, they were dicks for not staying to take care of their own messes. The younger kids he understood – curfew to adhere to and all that – but Jeff, Grant, and Gareth had straight up left with loose excuses that they all knew were bullshit. And if the drama room was left untended over the weekend, Eddie was the only one that would be in hot water with Mrs. Thames, since he was the one she entrusted with the key.

A soft knock yanked him out of his aggressive sweeping, looking up just as Chrissy peeked her way through the ajar door. He'd forgotten that she stuck around tonight for junior varsity tryouts for the coming year.

"Oh, you are still here," she breathed. "I saw your van in the lot on my way out, but I wasn't sure if you were here or if you were in Principal Higgins' office doing something, um, untoward." She looked around as she stepped through the threshold, the door clicking shut behind her. "Where are the guys?"

See, that was the thing. Chrissy wasn't just friends with him. The entirety of Hellfire was fucking batty over her. So why did he get all the shit?

"They ditched," Eddie snorted as he swept the crumbs into a dustpan, emptying it into the garbage can he'd stolen from the janitor's closet.

Chrissy quirked a brow at him. "What'd you do?"

"Egads, Cunningham!" he shouted, slapping a hand over his heart as he staggered toward her. "Must I be at every fault in your judgmental eyes?"

"Not every fault." She hummed, leaning against the table. Eddie scoffed, grabbing a notebook to start notating where the minis were before tossing them in a storage box. "But this one seems a little obvious."

Eddie finished his scribbling quietly, mulling this over. He didn't have to be entirely honest.

"Alright, so maybe I killed Jeff." Chrissy gasped. "And Grant."

"Eddie!" Chrissy chastised. "How could you?"

"It's fine!" he cried. "They were so angry about it that they fucking forgot that Sinclair found the Hand of Kelemvor buried in that chest in the Shadowfell. He can use it to bring them back!" Eddie snorted. "Serves them right, though. They'll have to scrounge up new character sheets before next week that'll be entirely useless."

Hoisting herself onto the table after he'd haphazardly wiped it down, Chrissy cast him a critical eye.

"Wouldn't Lucas have to, um, sacrifice something to use that?" she asked.

This was still kinda novel to him. He and Chrissy had been friends for a while now, and when they first started hanging out, she asked him about his DnD stuff. Well, actually, she asked him to explain it to her to verify that it wasn't a cult, as her ex-boyfriend so stupidly believed, and then after that she just... kept asking how the story was going. What they'd done that week. Not only that, she retained it. Filing away little pieces of information and gasping when she later realized how they tied into the greater plot of the story.

"Are you really even interested in this stuff?" he'd asked at one point. She was sitting on the floor of his bedroom, feet tucked under his thigh as they ignored the small stack of homework and he recounted the previous day's campaign. "Or are you just humoring me?"

"I like it so much, Eddie," she'd replied around a soft smile. The one he fucking prayed was reserved just for him. "It's like you're writing this whole fantastical story just for me."

"Just for you, huh?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "I'm the only one lucky enough to hear it."

"He will," Eddie verified Chrissy's inquiry. Leaning up against the table beside her and shrugging. "The deity he ascribes to is kind of temperamental. She'll probably ask for his life in exchange for theirs."

Chrissy gasped in horror.

"Eddie, that's awful!"

"It's necessary!" he cried in response, chuckling at her genuine astonishment. "Listen, we've all done it, okay? Before I became DM, I sacrificed myself twice for the greater good. Gareth has lost three characters, and Grant and Jeff have both lost one. The younglings have played it too safe up 'til now, in my opinion. It's about time they accept that which they cannot control: change."

Chrissy blinked, her lips parted as she looked at him.

"It comes for us all, Cunningham," he said, his voice softer. Gaze dropping around a forced chuckle. "No matter how much we wish it wouldn't sometimes."

And that–– that was entirely too fucking revealing.

It was something they hadn't quite discussed, really. What they were going to be when she was off working her way through her scholarships in Portland and Eddie was who-fucking-knew doing God-knows-what away from this shitty ass town.

Honestly, he kinda figured she'd forget about him. This little stint of friendship had maybe opened her up to not judging books by their covers, if she ever had (Eddie knew she hadn't), but once they were no longer convenient, he figured he'd just become a fond memory for her. A soft little smile as she flipped through her yearbook in the coming decades.

A past she was happy to move on from.

Whether that made him want to kick his own teeth in was completely inconsequential.

"Change isn't always bad," she said, her own voice having dropped to a whisper. "Is it?"

He let his eyes drift back to hers. Meeting the determined storms he could see swirling there.

But he didn't have a chance to answer.

Because she was surging toward him, eyes scrunched closed, and he knew, he knew what she was trying to do, but she completely overestimated her aim. Lips landing clumsily on the small stretch of skin between his upper lip and nose, and her own nose mashed painfully just under his eye, making him wrench himself backward with a grunt.

"Oh–– Oh my God––"

"Aw, fuck."

"Oh, God, Eddie, I'm so––" Hands covering her mouth, she looked horrified all over again for an entirely different reason. "I-I'm so sorry, oh my God, did I hurt you?"

"It's alright––"

"No, it isn't, oh my gosh! This is so mortifying, God––"

"Hey––"

"I'm so sorr––"

"Hey," he said, wrapping one hand around her wrists and easing them down. "Chrissy. It's alright." She still looked entirely humiliated, and Eddie couldn't help but laugh. "I mean, as long as you–– Did you–– Were you–– Uh. Were you trying to kiss me?"

Squeezing her eyes shut, Chrissy let out a little trembling laugh herself.

"Trying being the operative word, I guess," she replied shakily. "I... I mean, nuggets, Eddie, I've wanted to kiss you for ages. And then, that whole thing with change and stuff, I thought, maybe this could be a good change. For us, you know? Because I just–– I like you so much, and––"

That was enough.

Cupping her cheek with his free hand, Eddie took the lead. Gently pulling her in, the little furrow between her brow not registering his intention until he was pressing a soft, chaste kiss to her lips. Cutting off whatever apology she was likely to spew next with a little gasp that he greedily swallowed down.

He pulled back the tiniest bit, and Chrissy was quick to close the distance again. Extracting her wrists from his grip so she could wrap her arms around his shoulders.

She tasted like the wild freedom of his feelings for her. This endless stretching of wilderness, trees and foliage entangled with meadows of wildflowers that grew without reservation. Sprawling landscapes that infiltrated his very being, until she'd suffused herself into every blade of grass and knob of dirt that had sprouted within him.

It was fucking insane, how well his hand fit in the curve of her waist. How easily his lips molded against hers. How good and right and natural it felt to have her fingers tangled in the hair at the base of his scalp.

"Good change," he acknowledged easily when they finally broke apart for air. The little giggle she let out washed across his lips, lingering on his tongue with the yellow sunshine happiness of his wooded being.

"Amazing change," she agreed before leaning in to kiss him again.

kiss roulette!

[cinderduck]

hi i really like your au so i drew this

AJFHAJH OHH MY GODD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

COSMOOOO <33333

[yvotoro]

I got my print of Ven! I remember falling in love with his design when I first saw this piece and then I realized I could get it as a print and was ecstatic! Don't worry, he'll get a nice frame soon. (人´▽`*)♪

omg hi!! thank you for grabbing a print of ven!! youre even getting it framed WAH.... he's in good hands :' ) <3

[sugarpasteltmnt]

Knock knock

Look who's hereee

opening my door to let him skitter in like a wild racoon (<- don't do this) teehee THANK YOU FOR MY LITTLE FELLA

[thelonelyshore-if]

I just want to chime in say that I really really appreciate that finding Willow can still be our primary motivator. there are a fair amount of IFs that get lost in their own ro/setting-weeds and I'm incredibly grateful that this is not one of them. My MC is going to fight and claw and bite until she can be sure that Willow is okay. That's what a big sister is for, after all.

Oh, thank you!! It's probably not a surprise, but I'm a big brother. I've been obsessed with the intricacies of sibling relationships in fiction for forever (to the point that when my best friend read the prologue she was like "of course it's about siblings" lol)

All that to say, Willow will always be able to be on the MCs mind. In a way, the relationship between the two of them is the heart of the story, right alongside the horrors and the mystery.

It makes me super happy that you appreciate that part of the story!! Because, yeah, the ROs and the magic and the mystery are very important, but Willow's the reason MC went into the lake in the first place <3

[kurikive]

OOMF was so good🙈🙈

What u dropping next fr🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

🤗🤗

[scarewulf]

Another OC commission for the wonderful @crownedinmarigolds ! 💀

[nonat3llo]

your art is so cool like i love it so much i dont even know how to explain it dude its just awesome !!!

TYSM!!! I love getting comments like these! It makes me very happy ^^

[arach-tinilith]

Your OC's Personality

Ty @trappedinafantasy37 for tagging me again!! This time, Zafyna 😈

No pressure tags for @hootshooch (perhaps for Muldred👀) and @vspin 💜

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How would you describe their personality?

Zafyna's personality is largely based around desperation. The things she's desperate for usually manifest in different ways such as a need for security, for accomplishment, for power. She comes from nothing and any foothold she's ever gotten just disintegrates and leaves her worse off (Naadja's attention, her sister's presence, the Duskryn's support) it all fills her with a hope that is quickly lost and all that's left is the space it used to occupy. So she desperately grabs at whatever she can to fill it again.

What brings your character joy?

I'd say academia but on a larger scale she likes to have purpose and importance. It's why she was such an adept soldier in the Mizzrym ranks that she earned her name. It's also why she committed herself to being an assassin.

What does your character strongly dislike?

Any type of self pitying behaviour. Zafyna definitely has a “pull yourself up by the bootstraps” mentality. Because she managed to crawl her way out of misery once she expects that anyone can. And of course this hinders her because she's constantly berating herself for not being able to do it again lol. 

Is your OC scared of anything?

Abandonment. Zafyna hates relying on others because they always seem to leave. But she's not confident enough in herself to be completely self-sufficient. It puts her in a difficult position of always needing others but never trusting them

What is their alignment?

Lawful Evil. She doesn't take any joy in causing harm to others, it's just necessary work. She does get satisfaction from being praised for the work she does but she aligns herself with an evil Goddess and society

[gee-arid]

Hey i drew these like a year ago and while my art style has changed somewhat i was looking back at old works saw these and thought that you might want to see them.

I AM SHRIEKING JUMPING UP AND DOWN SOBBING MY EYES OUT /POS

These are so cute!!! oh my gosshhh thank you so much for showing me!!! I Love them!!!

Inspired by your art <3

[deerspherestudios]

Thank you so much for making this game!!! Mycheal is sooo cute and I love himmm 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ your artwork is stunning and I haven’t drawn anything since I got into uni but I was so inspired I started drawing again. It really reminded me of the old days where everyone was making undertake AUs and everything was really homey. I can’t wait to see the next few chapters 😍😍😋

[jewish-sideblog]

📕 for the ask game :)

(Whats your favorite Jewish book to study?)

Jewish Myth, Magic & Mysticism by Rabbi Geoffrey Dennis. It’s a really incredibly written encyclopedia for someone who’s interested in Kabbalah but not ready to read the Zohar yet (because let’s be real, that shit is verbose). I also love using it as a jumping off point for my D&D games. I’m always looking for ways to de-Christianize fantasy worldbuilding, and having a big ass tome of Jewish spiritualism is invaluable for that

[and-bone-appetit]

WHAT-

527 FOLLOWERS?!?!?!?? HOLY CRAP, OMG, HOLD ON-

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 500+ FOLLOWERS!!!

[lorax-devito]

wow my mini Byler cult is growing

*yzma laugh*

[sugarpasteltmnt]

erm… fan art

it’s that one scene at the docks lol

YEEAAAAAH!!!

Listen I LOVED writing Strings and the ending cliffhanger it’s one of my absolute favorite chapters thank you so MUCH AHHH 🩵💞💘💓🩵‼️‼️