#usually theyre like we got a salad?????? and im just like......oh yeah the side salad that isnt at all like the PIZZA/PASTA/SANWICHES U GOT
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starlightkun · 1 year ago
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explorers of arvus: now what? / 2.2.21
LAST TIME ON EXPLORERS OF ARVUS: we kicked the shit out of a witch, a murdercow, and a tree, and nearly got murdered by a broom! also i exploded the tree, which was pretty fucking poggers. we also did have to hold taure down to feed her some healing elixirs but yknow
silje, meanwhile, was spaced the fuck out the entire time (bc of being a dmpc last time) and has no idea what just happened or that he commited gratiutous amounts of tree violence.
And Then We Slept For 24 Hours (we didnt)
thorne rolled a nat20 on drawing the tree blight on fire! which is EXTREMELY COOL. im glad we have a memorial of the coolest thing ive done on arvus so far (and also hopefully the fire wont spread bc it would suck if we set all of arvus on fire) oh nvm we're in a swamp so we good. hard to set things on fire in a swamp.
i swear im paying attention but green is talking about dreamout in 772 rn and has some very interesting theories about how the eggpire plot would go down so i am just. side-eyeing it. i am Looking. i swear im paying attention.
oh man i havent collected my notes from last session bc i was liveblogging in discord for nyx's benefit. that's gonna be interesting to compile.* i wonder if i should put these in gdocs instead of wordpad lmao (wait no i use wordpad bc its easier to just pop open and have layered over discord / roll20) * [ AND THEN I DIDNT DO THAT FOR LIKE 2 MONTHS ]
michael: ...burn the house down charlie: ~ we're gonna burn the whole house down! ~ thorne: [confused] how do you know that song? we dont have any bards charlie: [buffering] ...BITCH I MIGHT BE
what if i took a level in bard, would that be fucked up or what
tiny hut tiny hut tiny hut tiny hut. TINY HURT (sieron casted Leomund's Tiny Hut bc we burnt down the only nearby shelter)
lots of discussion about the hut. hut talk
thorne: sieron, why havent we been doing this? charlie: great question! hey sieron, what the fuck? sieron: i guess i just havent thought about it? charlie: you're lucky you're cute >:/ sieron: AA??
discussion of sieron's alter appearance and how its probably somewhat awkward bc thorne is just. openly a horc. unfortunately, sieron's hometown is super racist
HELLO I HAVE BEEN DISTRACTED BC RUBY DID A PANEL REDRAW FROM ASP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA aa a a a a a
time for taure and thorne to chat on watch! frenship taure hasnt noticed her hair colour bc shes been busy doin stuff, like killin people taure misunderstands thorne asking abt her hair and thinks he has a tragic backstory of being a hairdresser before becoming a warlock DOES TAURE KNOW WHAT THE FEYWILD IS yes she does! war of the veils was a thing, where the feywild invaded the material plane and honestly i should read all the worldbuilding again bc its been forever but i thought all that was neat
oh shit thorne called taure a uhhhh eladrin? OH BOY TAURE ROLLED A 1 we're on the same page here TIME FOR THORNE INFODUMP eladrin are feywild elves! as in closely related to the fey, as well as living in the feywild. their hair changes with the seasons, like taure's does :O !! taure and thorne have not had a fucking one on one conversation before
thorne: taure. taure: yes, hello that is me i am taure [..] taure: now, counterpoint, the sun makes hair change colour-- thorne: Taure.
thorne is trying so hard i love they everyone else is sleeping through this convo so theyre spared the awkwardness but ooc we are having a great time :o eladrin hair colour changing stuff related to mood / seasons / powers?? thorne is admittedly confused bc Weird Documentation but this is really neat to hear about taure, meanwhile, has no idea why this is important.
thorne: if i had told you this, and you had-- transcended-- into your next phase-- id be very concerned taure: hold on [loud grunting] okay no
why havent we been doing tiny hut this whole time. sieron.
oh right taure has a tragic backstory and her mom ditched her as a babby. MEANWHILE, THORNE DOESNT EVEN HAVE PARENTS michael: there are two types of people in the world: those who're kidnapped as infants, and those that kidnap infants WAIT IS THIS LIKE, THE FIRST TIME ANYONES HEARD ABT THORNE'S BACKSTORY BESIDES "LIVED IN THE FEYWILD" thorne is very chill about it though. god i love thorne. i love the entire party
thorne: ...after the third or fourth prophetic vision, they all sorta blur together.
god i wish id written down more about the magical mystical adventure OH. THE ORACLE FORESHADOWED THE ELADRIN THING. NEAT thorne: oh, the oracle! is that the guy with the, uh... [snaps fingers] the gryphon fart orb?
IREL IS HERE YAY IREL i have forgotten how to spell their name. how about i split the difference and spell it Yirel. michael is rolling to see if thorne and taure woke yirel up-- OH OKAY yirel just. sleeps for fun. god i wish that were me
charlie's hair can hold many small pets of dubious sapience.
I LOVE YIREL,,, thorne is just pleasantly confused. WAIT IS YIREL PURRING yirel: you are confused by that action! :D taure: ...yes. what were you doing? yirel: i was performing magic! i can now detect your minds! i can hear your thoughts. :D OKAY SO YIREL WAS. NOT PURRING. yirel has cast Detect Thoughts on thorne. thorne's train of thought is now "???"
we need to teach the snake consent. we have now taught the snake consent.
YIREL IS GOING TO VERY POLITELY ASK THE BIG BAD IF HE CAN READ THEIR MIND its okay i love them. thorne is SO CONFUSED yirel is attempting to be helpful YIREL LITERALLY DISCOVERED THEY COULD CAST DETECT THOUGHTS SO THEY CASTED DETECT THOUGHTS. thorne is hoping yirel wont learn to cast fireball on themself. yirel: there's two timelines where that could happen. i will do my best to avoid them! :D
okay its really hard to get across in text but yirel is basically just. permanently happy/excited sounding. like a puppy! or like the ":D" face in winged snake form.
ooh, a celestial serpent location! off in the mistwall mountains. they are Extremely Dead but yirel told thorne+taure where it is on the map and said we can learn stuff abt time! and then went to sleep. goodnight yirel. i will kill for you
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S. S. BIG BOAT (it is 60 miles across. big boat. thank you jorb)
WHAT IS WRONG WITH JORB'S CAMERA, WHY DOES IT KEEP ZOOMING IIIIIIIIIIN
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it rained overnight so all the water that collected on the tiny hut got dumped on everyone, and THEN silje shook off like a dog and charlie is MISERABLE
SILJE GOT A NAT20 FORAGING the survival squad are gonna get the fuckin best breakfast ever
oh yea the poison / disease was stored in the tree blight! so now that we've incinerated it it's all good. still gonna take time for the whole river to clear, but with the source of it gone we should be golden. fuck yea
oh man today was hourly comics day, wasnt it. or was it feb 1? fuck shit damn uhhhhh i have done. nothing. besides work on the PMV, talk about dreamout, and now play d&d. this is unrelated to everything im just Thonkin
TIME FOR SWAMP FACTS solar knows So Much about swamps. time to discuss cattails (please no) these are cattails............. ME WANT BITE. ME WANT PLANT CORN DOG DELIGHT. ME WANT DEEP FRIED. ME THINK WATER TWINKIE NICE
oh shit thorne has spotted a ufo. yuufo time OMINOUS YUUFO silje, with an armful of frogs and a lizard in his mouth: [looks up] mrrp? poor silje cant see for shit. NEITHER CAN THORNE its either very small and close, or very big and far away
HRM. actually this MIGHT be related to the vision bc the ominous yuufo was heart-shaped, and the vision was of a necromancer on a floating bloody platform raising all kinds of undead
its been forever and i didnt take a lot of notes on the mini-session but the last time we saw the oracle was a cave on theral! so, unrelated to the place yirel marked on the map. which michael marked down as "seat of the oracle"!
TAURE THINK OF THE CHILDREN THAT WE DONT HAVE (we have yirel!) TAURE THINK OF THE CHILD THAT WE HAVE
ahoyhoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy i wanna go to ahoyhoy. we are not currently going to ahoyhoy but maybe some day
i had to stop paying attention because buttons wanted to see my Horrible Streaming Setup and apparently something terrible has happened. also honse
we are potentially dealing with a salad katamari.
thorne: could that be what the object in the sky is? silje: ...a lettuce?
we have voted to ignore the salad katamari for now. this action will have consequences.
charlie and silje take watch! charlie wants to know what silje's deal is! silje is a monster hunter. charlie misses bein a thief ): SILJE WAS A MONSTER HUNTER SINCE HE WAS 12?? charlie realizes that perhaps becoming an adventurer and doing a huge amount of murder on a regular basis, especially as a child, is Maybe Not Great silje likes books! charlie offers to lend him her books :D charlie, quietly: i am totally doing the friendship thing so good. RATS RATS RATS RATS hehe rats.
uh oh, nyx has died. NVM NYX IS OKAY nyx's power has not gone out again
we've been on arvus for 13 days! neat.
OH SHIT FLOATING ISLAND its also shaped weirdly like a heart. YEP IT LOOKS LIKE ITS BLEEDING probably bc of clay or iron oxide in the dirt but still that looks ominous as hell SIERON'S A SMART BOY he rolled 20+ on the 3 rolls he had to do, fuck yeah. this fucked up island is an Earth Mote! which are lil sky islands. or like, just general dirt chunks thatre in the sky. theyre either natural events or wizards showing off! also they usually move, but this one is just kinda... tethered. not like Literally but its locked in place. this is apparently the "Heart of Arvus"! which is . at the heart of arvus. or at least the centre of the continent.
solar: leo, we've found the ruins of mumbo jumbo's base. leo: [leans over and thwaps solar on the leg w nerf sword]
penn: i swear to god, if i look out my window and i dont see jorb in the sky, im going to be disappointed that hes not doing his job. jorb: slowly rotating.
we are now thinking about how to get up on the rock. TINY HUT STAIRCASE solar: could i featherfall the wrong way? wand of wonder / wild magic surge! NOPE mage hand! charlie is 41 pounds. mage hand is 5 pounds limit. korred rope! we have enough rope to tie together and tie to the korred rope, BUT the korred rope cannot fly. OH THE ROCK IS INHABITED there's an elf!
sieron & taure: [worried about the necromancy] charlie: HOWDY~!
[party arguing about who's gonna go up bc not all of us can fit up there] [leo and solar start swordfighting in the background]
sent kaepora through the portal to the heart of arvus aaaaaand end of session! CLIFFHANGEERRRRRRR
michael: DID YOU FUCK MY MOM, DUNGEONMASTER?
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nottodaylogic · 6 years ago
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Summary: EVEN MORE OF THE GAY LOGINCE! With a special question bECAUSE @shootingace / @ohbytheangel and I have NO. SELF. CONTROL. WHATSOEVER. Based on a post by @today-only-happens-once and dedicated, once more, to @sanders-sides-thuri :)
Pairing: Logince 
A/N: Takes place after sun., part 3/3 of the Logince Fluff series, written, again, with @shootingace :) this is the last part, super fun (and frustrating since I’ve never been to Olive Garden) to write! 
@hghrules @becca-becky @tinysidestrashcaptain 
Hope y’all like it! :D
The tile in one pocket and the box in the other seemed to almost, nonsensically, burn as Logan walked. They’d talked over this topic before, multiple times, so there was no logical reason to be nervous.
And yet.
“Date night?” he asked his boyfriend, kissing him on the cheek. Roman startled, accidentally mutilating the word he was typing. He just looked at it, betrayed. “I’ve prepared some activities,” Logan murmured.
Roman looked very excited. “Ooh, activities! I like activities!”
“I like you.”
Roman flushed, deep and red. “Aren’t you sappy today. What’s the occasion?”
“No occasion. I was simply stating a fact.” He hummed, extending his arm. “I have made reservations. Shall we leave?”
“Hold on, just let me finish this sentence.”
This meant “let me finish this scene because I have no self control and must write a lot even though there are other priorities.”
“Of course.” Logan dropped a kiss to Roman’s head and walked away swiftly to get his coat.
Ten minutes later, as he expected, Roman staggered in, haphazardly yanking his jacket on. Logan looked at his watch.
“Precisely on time.” He opened the door. “Come. Our destination awaits.”
“Where are we going?” Roman asked mischievously.
“You shall see.”
“Tell me? Pleeeeeease?”
Logan smirked, leaning in and pressing a short kiss to Roman’s lips. “Will that satisfy you for the time being?”
“Mmmm, I don’t think so.” Roman tugged Logan closer, kissing him deeply. He set his hand on the small of Logan’s back, like he was about to dip him, making Logan go breathless.
“Now will you tell?” Roman asked, pulling back.
“It’s a surprise,” Logan breathed, though he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep it a surprise if Roman insisted on making him fall even more in love.
Roman leaned in and whispered, “rude.” He then dropped him.
Logan scrambled to his feet, thankful for his 18 Dexterity. “Hey. We don’t have to go on the date if you don’t want to.”
“No, I want to! It’s incredibly romantic, my dear. Surprises are exciting yet it���s so hard to wait!”
“As Virgil would say, ‘because you are an impatient baby’.” Logan guestuted forward, towards the car. “After you.”
Logan pulled into the parking lot. There weren’t many decent spots, but he managed to grab one.
Roman turned to him excitedly, seeing their destination. “Ooh, Olive Garden?”
“I come prepared to woo the server into giving us extra breadsticks to take home.”
“You’re the best.”
Logan blushed softly. “Thank you. Now, our reservation awaits us.”
They entered the restaurant and were seated right away, thanks to Logan planning ahead and making a reservation.
“Your server will be right with you,” the host said, showing them to their table.
Roman pulled out Logan’s chair dramatically. “Monsieur, your chair?”
Logan rolled his eyes. He sat down, pushing out Roman’s chair with his foot. “There. Now we are even.”
“You’re a nerd,” Roman said fondly.
Logan inhaled, ready to refute this claim, but instead said only: “I know.”
“Wow. And you say I have an ego.”
“It is true, why are you pointing that out?” Logan was confused and a bit flustered by how sweet Roman was being.
Roman snorted. “You’re adorable.”
“No, I am very serious. I am not adorable. Patton is the adorable one.”
“That’s true, but it doesn’t mean you’re not adorable.”
That’s when a server came up to their table, preventing Logan from protesting more. “Hey, I’m Remy, can I get you anything to get started?” He set a menu in front of the couple.
“Breadsticks,” Roman said, at the same time Logan said, “water, please.”
“Of course. Some waters and a basket of breadsticks?”
They nodded and Remy left. The two chatted about movies that they hoped to watch, the drama that Logan heard from his students, how Roman’s characters were behaving.
“I try to get them to do something! And usually, they’re pretty good with cooperating. Just, these past few days, they just… won’t.”
“Can’t you simply… make them do it?”
Roman made distressed noises. “But I can’t! It feels weird then, and out of character! Okay, okay, enough about my distress. Spill the tea that you hear from your students.”
“Alright.” Logan adjusted his glasses. “You will not believe what Lizzie told me Justin K. did…”
Roman clapped excitedly. “Ooh, that idiot Justin! What did he do this time?”
“Well…”
Logan told him, Roman’s grin growing, becoming more and more mischievous.
“So let me get this gay. He told this teacher, who was literally eight months pregnant, that he didn’t think women needed a maternity leave?”
“Mhm.”
“Has he ever been pregnant? Or given birth?”
Logan laughed. He loved Roman so, so, much. “Not that I know of.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. I know that teachers aren’t supposed to have favorites, but Justin is definitely on my ‘not a favorite’ list. Not that I have any such thing.”
“You know, I think we’re supposed to be deciding what to order right now,” Roman mentioned.
“As if you don’t get the same exact thing every time we come here.”
“You got me there.”
“That’s a meme.”
“You got me there.”
Logan stifled a laugh. “I love you.”
Roman smiled. “Love you too.”
That’s when Remy came back to take their orders. Roman ordered spaghetti and tomato soup. Logan ordered lasagna and a Greek salad. A chat and two baskets of breadsticks later, their dinner had arrived.
Logan ate his lasagna and laughed at Roman’s jokes, but the weight in his pocket—why did he bring the ring, it might get lost, he didn’t need it, this is illogical—was very present in his mind.
And worse was the nagging thought that Roman might say no. Of course, they had talked about marriage, but you could never be completely sure of an outcome.
“Something on your mind?” Roman asked, his foot brushing Logan’s.
Logan smiled. “You.”
Roman laughed. “You’re so sweet. It’s great.”
And with those words, that laugh, Logan felt himself drawn back into the moment, the fears of a future yes or no gone for the time being.
When they returned back home, Logan brought out the scrabble board.
Roman raised an eyebrow. “Not even gonna ask me if I wanna play this?”
“You’ve been bringing up how you want to play Scrabble for ten days now.”
“True.”
They set it up, Logan allowed his boyfriend to pick the starting word (LADDER) (“what? It’s the only thing I can do!”), and the game began.
“Your turn,” Roman said, gesturing to the board.
Logan set down the letters R, O, M, A, and N.
“Hey, no! That doesn’t count, it’s a proper noun!”
“I’ve let you get away with many proper nouns over the years. Cut me some slack.” Logan sat back, gesturing to the board. “You go.”
Roman put down O, P, and E to write NOPE.
Logan tried not to take this as a bad omen.
He then added L, O, V to the E in NOPE, making it LOVE.
“Awww, you sap,” Roman teased, swooning. “That’s so sweet.”
They continued playing, Logan adding FOREVER and DEDICATION to Roman’s words (OCEAN and DISBELIEF)
“Is something amiss?” Roman felt his forehead, looking overly concerned for the comedic effect. “You seem to be exceedingly sentimental today.”
Logan brushed this off with a, “It was simply what I could make with my letters and the board.”
Roman eyed him curiously, but dropped the topic. “Your turn.”
Logan wordlessly set down his piece, putting it right next to ROMAN, so that it read ROMAN, will you marry me?
Roman started to protest about how “that’s not in the rules of the game, Logan!”, but then he stopped, obviously having read the piece.
His eyes snapped up, meeting Logan’s.
“You… you… Logan.” It seemed he couldn’t say anything more.
Logan slid out his chair, dropping to one knee, holding the box with the ring in front of him. “Marry me, Roman Princeton?”
“Lo… Logan, oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.” And then he was out of his chair, too, stumbling towards Logan. He leaned down, taking Logan’s face in his hands, kissing him softly. “Yes, yes, of course, yes.”
Logan let Roman pull him to his feet, his arms around Roman’s waist, holding him tight. “Roman. I love you. I love every moment we’ve spent together. I treasure every memory I share with you. And I’d like to make more memories with you. For the rest of forever.”
Roman nodded, pressing his his forehead to Logan’s shoulder. “Yes,” he choked out.
“Hey, Ro, don’t cry,” Logan whispered, rubbing Roman’s crisp, clean shirt between his fingers. “Don’t cry.”
But he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t crying a little too.
Because finally, finally, he would be marrying the love of his life.
Because… because he just loved Roman so much, loved him so much that sometimes he didn’t know what to do with all the feelings.
Because Roman was going to be his, his, forever and ever and ever.
“I love you so damn much, Roman.”
“I love you too.” Roman pulled back slightly, holding his hand out. “You going to… you going to actually put that ring on me?”
Logan laughed softly and slid the ring onto Roman’s finger, then pull Roman’s hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it. “I love you. I love you so much, Ro.”
“I know.”
Logan laughed, pulling Roman close and kissing him. “You're wonderful, Princey.”
“Mmm, I know.” Logan stared at Roman, deadpan. “Just kidding, you are too.” Roman nudged Logan’s chin with his nose then kissed his cheek. “Love you. So freaking much.”
“Dance with me?” Logan asked, the words spilling out of his mouth before he could really process what he was asking.
“Where’s the music?”
Logan tilted his head. “Sing?”
Roman snorted. “Well, we need some sort of background music, Lo. I can’t sing if I’m gonna kiss you, and I’d very much like to kiss you.”
Logan blushed, his breath catching in his chest.
“C’mon, babe,” Roman said. “Music.”
So Logan grabbed his phone, pulling up the “romantic songs for my nerd” playlist Roman had made for him.
On came As Long As You’re Mine from Wicked, and Logan pulled Roman close.
They danced and twirled and laughed together, Logan falling more and more in love. Roman was so beautiful, so loving, and Logan got to spend the rest of his live with him.
“I love you, Roman.”
“Yeah?” Roman whispered.
“Yeah.”
“Prove it.”
So Logan twirled Roman, then pulled him back, dipping him and kissing him softly.
Roman let out a soft gasp. “I love you so much,” he murmured, tangling his fingers in Logan’s hair.
“Love you too.”
Later, they lay on the bed together, staring at the ceiling, tired, content.
Roman curled up on Logan’s chest, so beautifully exhausted. “How long were you planning to propose?”
Logan thought for a moment. “A little while.”
“How long did you know you wanted to marry me?”
Running his hands through his fiancé’s hair, he responded, “Forever, probably. I just—I never imagined my future without you. And then a few weeks ago I realized that why not get married?”
Roman seemed to think this through for a moment when he asked, “Why me?”
The question took Logan by surprise. “Why you what?”
Roman looked directly into Logan’s eyes. The expression there was raw, unable to be described. “Why did you want to marry me?”
Because you’re the only person I’d ever want to marry. Because you’re the only person I’d ever want. Because you’re stellar. Because you’re funny and sweet and dramatic and unique and loving and thoughtful and romantic. Because despite loving you, I can’t find the vocabulary to express all of this. “Because I love you.”
“Aww, Lo.” Roman reached up, kissing Logan softly. “Now we get to plan a wedding.”
“But first we should go to bed.”
Roman’s eyebrows raised as he smirked, and Logan only slightly regretted his phrasing. “As you wish.”
Logan blushed, but nobody could prove it, so what did it matter?
Logan woke first in the morning, a stream of light illuminating the room. He glanced down at Roman, snoring, the ring on his finger shining.
And Logan knew that they would get to spend the rest of their lives like this.
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