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a fantasy/dnd au because i can't help myself and the thought of ancient blue dragon simon who disguises himself as a human brings me joy.
please enjoy this small one shot ft. s1 adventuring crew (please excuse any errors, writing is not my strong suit!)
Rumours at the Tavern Characters: Tim, Simon, Sasha, Martin, Jon Ships: none
It wasnât what Tim would consider a nice tavern. He had performed in nicer ones, ones where the counters were meticulously cleaned and the patrons were at least passably polite to the serving staff, and a mug of ale would set you back a silver piece. This place was not quite like that.
Then again, Tim had been to worse sorts of dives.
The Lazy Storm sat right smack in the middle of the two kinds of taverns, perched on the cliff side overlooking the choppy seas of the western coast, amidst the fjords in the town of Killn��s Rest. Not a bad place, not a good place. Just a place, somewhere to find some warmth, a quick meal, and something to drink. It was also the sort of tavern that didnât take fire hazards all that seriously, if the number of people making merry that evening within its walls was any indication of the ownerâs outlook on safety. It was busy, to the point where crowds spilled out onto the street even though the summer had come to a close and the winter, with its biting chill, was fast approaching.
Perhaps thatâs why Tim noticed him - the old man. Because he was sitting on the bar top.Â
There were few other seats around. Sasha had managed to charm their way to a table of their own earlier in the night while Martin tried to see about rooms, and their party had stayed planted at said table all night as the crowds slowly but surely filtered in for the evening. They were lucky, in this regard, as many other people were forced to stand shoulder to shoulder. Not that old man, though. Perched on the edge of the bar like a bird, smiling kindly at the person next to him.
And his choice of seat was not the only peculiar thing about him, Tim thought. He wore clothing that Tim could only describe as ornate. If this was one of those nice taverns Tim had played in, he might have expected that sort of the look, but this wasnât one of those places. This was the Lazy Storm, and that man was incredibly overdressed.Â
âItâs weird, right?â Tim said aloud. Martin looked up, then glanced around. Sasha craned her neck to look at him. Jon didnât look up from his book. Tim nodded in the direction of the old man. âSomeone dressed like that in a place like this. Thatâs odd, isnât it?â
âNot really,â Sasha shrugged.
âWhere?â Martin asked.
âGood on him, getting dressed up to go out for a night,â said Sasha.Â
âI think itâs weird,â said Tim. Because it was.Â
âWhere?â Martin asked again. âOh. Him? I mean. I suppose itâs⌠well, itâs a little odd.â The twist of a frown at the corners of Martinâs mouth. âSomeone should offer him a seat.â
âSeems happy enough where he is,â Sasha said with a huff of a laugh as the other man at the bar leaned closer to the old man and whispered something to him.Â
âCould we please focus,â Jon finally interjected, shutting the book.Â
Tim rolled his eyes as he took a swig of his drink. It wasnât silver coin ale. This was a copper-piece-per-tankard-ale, and it tasted like it. Which was to say, it tasted like a good night in the making.
âHave any of you actually asked anyone about any jobs yet?â Jon said.
âAsked just about as many people as you,â Tim said. By this, Tim meant: none.Â
âThereâs a rat problem in the sewers,â Sasha said, âaccording to one guard. Doesnât pay well, but at least it pays.â
âThere are bandits, too,â Martin added. âUh, just out east of here. Somewhere. Apparently they have a den in the woods? But I think someone mightâve already taken that one.â
âMm.â Jon was not impressed. He looked over at Tim. âAnything?â
Tim raised his hands. âDonât look at me, I can get a job whenever.â Plenty of people out there who were willing to pay for some good music. âOr did you forget who bought the rooms and drinks?â
Jon leaned his elbows on the table and put his face in his hands momentarily. Then looked up at Tim and said, âCould you please just. Ask.â
âJon, maybe we should just⌠take a night off?â Martin suggested. âIt wouldnât be the worst thingâŚâ
Jon shot him a look and that was the end of that conversation.
Well, didnât matter. Jon didnât have to join them in having a good night if he didnât want to. Tim wasnât going to let it bother him, and he got up to go order another drink with his own hard earned money, ignoring how much lighter his coin purse was compared to earlier that day.
Why was it his problem anyway, that they didnât have much in the way of coin? He wasnât going to let it get to him. It wasnât getting to him. He and Sasha and Martin were just some poor souls dragged along on Jonâs pointless quest to find some answers that had nothing to do with any of them. So why did it matter?
It didnât matter.
Dammit.Â
The old man was not the first person he asked that night about a job. As he waited for a drink he asked the person to his left and to his right, but neither of them were keen on talking - and it took him a little too long to realize they were part of their own adventuring party based on the matching bands on their arms, and wouldnât be sharing any information with him. He tried to ask the bartender as well, but she was too busy to give him any answer that was not a look of inconvenience.Â
Tim sighed. And he kept asking, until finally his route around the tavern brought him to the old man at the bar. Sat there, dressed strangely, looking for all the world like he should be just about anywhere else.Â
âAre you quite alright?â the old man asked him. Tim blinked. âNot that I mind, but Iâve been told itâs rude to stare.â
Had he been staring? âSorry,â Tim said. The old man smiled at him.
âSomething I can do for you?â the old man asked.Â
Tim looked around briefly. The other person with whom the old man had been speaking earlier that night was gone. âDonât suppose there is,â Tim said. âUnless you know of any get rich quick jobs around this place.â
The old man chuckled. âWell now, I can think of a few, but Iâm not entirely sure those are the type youâre looking for,â he said, resting his hands on the head of his cane which he had propped up on the empty edge of one of the bar-stools. âTough times, out there. Or so I hear. Something about the supply and demand of it all, I think. Too many adventurers, too few problems that need solving! At least around these parts.â The old man sighed thoughtfully. âThis coast isnât what it used to be. Time was you couldnât take two steps on the road without running into bandits or cultists or a proper mountain troll. Now youâd be lucky to find a good sized rat nest to clean up.â
âYeah, well. Killing rats doesnât pay well,â Tim said.Â
The old man smiled, watching Tim over the rim of his glasses. His eyes were sharply blue, Tim noticed. âNo,â the man agreed. âNo it doesnât.â He tilted his head. âTerribly sorry, but Iâm afraid youâll have to go further afield to find anything.â
âThanks anyway,â Tim said, defeated.Â
âAlthough,â the old man said as Tim was turning away. Tim paused and looked back at him. âIâve heard a rumour. There have been a few ships that have come into the harbour with some particularly strange news out of the Shivering Straight. Up north. Word is there have been a handful of whaling ships that have gone missing around Helkelson Bay. Only a couple of survivors. Those that do manage to best the frostbite say⌠well. You know how sailors can be, always creating the most fanciful stories. A ghost ship, they say! The mayor of Helkelson isnât altogether convinced itâs anything so peculiar as that, though I hear heâs offering a handsome reward to anyone willing to⌠solve the problem. Whatever that problem may be.â
âHelkelson?â Tim said.Â
âThatâs right,â the old man replied with a smile. âAsk around the docks, Iâd say. Plenty of merchant ships coming and going that way. Of course, itâs only a rumour.â
Tim smiled back. âBetter than nothing.â
It was at that moment the old manâs companion returned and gave Tim a wary look. Tim took it as his cue to leave with a nod of thanks and an imaginary tip of the hat before he returned to the table to join his companions.Â
âLet me start,â he said to them, âby saying youâre welcome. Now, any of you been to the Shivering Straight?â
#tma#the magnus archives#dnd au#fantasy au#tim stoker#sasha james#martin blackwood#jonathan sims#simon fairchild#fic#one shot#yes tim is a bard#fanart
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HEY HEY MAC. QUESTION. now that youâre familiar with vash what would u classpect him. i said heâd be a page probably (yk long journey which ends in unfathomable power) and ros said maybe page of life but they also said maybe muse of blood which. is a classpect for him that drive me crazy bonkers. i was also v partial to prince/bard of doom. do u have Thoughts
OHHH FUCK YEAH CLASSPECT QUESTION. YES PLEADE I LOVE TALKING CLASSPECTS MORE THAN ANYTHING I ALWAYS HAVE CLASSPECT THOUGHTS. OUGH OK.
Initial thought was also page!!!! page is a good class for him i think. page of life specifically works REALLY well, i think vash is a stronger life player than a blood player. (in a similar vein. perhaps knight of life. i think making vash and knives both life players but vash is a knight/page and knives is a prince. ough.)
ON THE OTHER HAND. I ALWAYS FORGET MUSE AND LORD ARE AN OPTION. HOLY SHIT. consider perhaps. muse of life vash, lord of doom (or rage? maybe rage.) knives.
#i love classpects for character analysis but i ALSO am very guilty of. assigning classpects based on character relationships#which i KNOW is not how they work but at the same time.#look me in the eyes and tell me prince vs knight of the same aspect isnt tasty as hell#(<< i did that with dsmp too. dream prince of blood tommy knight of blood. <3)#((i ALSO did that with mh but in two different ways. jay as a light player vs alex as a void player. opposing aspects baybeeeee!!!!#also when jonesy and i were talking abt them this morning we decided on knight of heart for tim (ough)#which ALSO means we have. knight of heart vs knight of void. hell yes))#sorry i went on a tangent there.#i do REALLY like the aesthetic of blood player for vash but#life player... calls 2 me#I WILL PROBABLY COME BACK TO THIS WHEN I FINISH THE MANGA. ILL PROBABLY HAVE SOME MORE INSIGHT.#sorry if this is weirdly short i have SO manh thoughts but im at work and its reallyyyy cold in our office so it is HARD 2 FOCUS#trying 2 think of classpects for. wolfwood and meryl and milly too....... hmmmmmmmm#milly feels like a heart player 2 me but i am extremely biased abt heart players as u may know#wolfwood........hm. hes maybe a blood player.#meryl my base instinct is to say space but ihave NO idea why. maybe shes a mind player actually#SPEAKING OF MIND PLAYERS. legato is a prince of mind and i hate his guts for it <3#hornfreak is a bard. btw#obviously.#hehehehee#asks#anachronistic-falsehood#OUGHHH i love you classpect analysis. my favorite hobby#actually. i could also see wolfwood as a time player maybe. idk . much to think about.
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hii!! i first wanted to say that you're doing well and taking care of yourself :) could i request headcanons for chilchuck from delicious in dungeon where the reader is kind of like the bard of the party? and maybe they stay up late writing songs and chil ends up saying up with them? you can do what you like with it other than that but i like sharing ideas (and i love chilchuck :3) i hope you have a good day!! đđ
Hiii! I'm so happy to get a request, I forgot how exciting it was to open my askbox and read that someone wanted me to write them something (can you tell youre the first one yet?). I know you asked for headcannons, but I got carried away and ended up making it a fic I believe, by the way I wrote it. I still hope you like it! If not I'll try my best to specifically do headcannons next time if you ask đ¸â¨ď¸ (also have a good day too)
"Late Night Songs"
[Chilchuck Tims x Bard!reader]
Warnings: none - gn!bard!reader - fluff
Being the bard of the group was rather hard. Why? Well, writing songs and seeing if they ended up sounding good wasn't easy. (y/n) needed a lot of creativity for that. Luckily for them, they had a source for it: Chilchuck.
Yes, that guy in their group everyone treated like a child sometimes just because of his height. And while it was very adorable, yes, (y/n) saw a lot of depth in his personality.
Tonight they had decided to stay up, which many might say was not a good idea considering the fact they were exploring a dungeon. But they didn't care, they wanted to write, to compose something new.
And so they stared at the sheet of paper in front of them, their instrument by their side as they sat away from the fire so as to not bother or wake up the rest.
Entranced in their thoughts, they didn't notice when Chilchuck stirred in his bedroll to then wake up with a huff at the inability of going back to sleep, sitting up and looking at the fire that had not gone out yet.
That's when with his amplified hearing, he heard the sound of a pen writing down on a paper.
He looked behind him and found (y/n), sitting rather far from them. When had they woken up? Or had they not been able to sleep at all? What were they writing that was so important at this time?
All those questions filled his head as he got up slowly, trying to not make much noise for everyone's sake.
(y/n) raised their head at the sound of rustling and found their muse, standing up and looking at them, now approaching. He rubbed the sleep off of his eyes as he walked to them and sat by their side. âWhat are you doing up so late?â His groggy voice asked softly.
âI'm trying to write a song, or to at least think of a new melody, but I can't seem to come up with anythingâ they said as they looked at him, noticing a sleepy smile.
Chilchuck sighed, looking at the rest of the party, all in a deep sleep. âWell I can't seem to fall sleep anymore, I'm really not comfortable with how hard the floor feels today. Mind if I stay up with you?â He took a quick peek at the paper, but saw nothing written. They really had some artistic block, huh?
(y/n) smiled at their question, excited to finally have spend some peaceful time alone with himâ Not at all, you might help inspire my new song in factâ they winked, and Chilchuck felt his heart leap in his chest at the gesture. He really hoped the darkness of the night helped hide the embarrassment in his face. It was a simple wink, what was wrong with him? he thought, shaking his head.
He chuckled softly, his gaze moving away from them for a moment in embarrassmentâ Don't say those thingsâ he rubbed the back of his neckâ thank you though, it's... flatteringâ he admitted with a sheepish smile.
âIn fact, you've always been my inspiration. I'm not gonna lie to youâ God his heart was about to stop. Had he heard them right? What did that even mean?
âI have?â He didn't know how to ask without looking too excited about it.
âOf course, you're practically my museâ they noticed him staring with slightly wide eyes at their sudden confession.â I don't know butâ you just have something that always makes me stare and it makes the inspiration bubble up inside of meâ okay today was definitely going to be his funeral. Chilchuck swallowed harshly, a blush definitely burning bright on his cheeks as he kept silent, his brain failing to come up with an answer.
He watched them suddenly gasp and start to write down something on the paper that rested on their thighs. (y/n) mumbled to themselves as they kept writing, a sudden urge of inspiration rushing through them.
They look up again quickly at him, a light in their eyes.â Ahâ I almost forgot to thank you.â they smiled at him with sincerity and gave his hand a quick squeeze, at which he just nodded, humming in response as they watched them write down their ideas, praying to whatever deity was out there to make his blush go away.
He would've never guessed he was helpful in more ways than just picking locks and finding traps. But thanks to them, now he knows he is, for (y/n) at least, a source of inspiration. And their heart swelled with emotion and pride at that.
#chilchuk dungeon meshi#sorry for any mistakes english is not my first language#chilchuk tims#chilchuck tims x reader#chilchuck#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#fanfic#dungeon meshi x reader#delicious in dungeon x reader
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Batfam playing dnd cus why not
Tim, the dm because fuck Bruce being it: I swear to God Damian, for the fifth time, no you can not be a half Demon half Angle assassin that is 20th level, we are starting at level two and just pick from the common races!
Damian, crossing his arms: than I shall play a 'teefling' and I demand to the Rouge, Drake.
Tim: Well tough shit brat, Steph already chose that, be a paladin so Bruce can't take it.
Damian: Tt I shall kill brown and take my rightful class...but for now I shall play a paladin.
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Tim: Cass, honey, darling. Sweet summer child...what?
Cass, grinning ear to ear :roll to seduce dragon?
Tim:
Cass:
Tim:
Cass, playing a bard: ;3
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Dick: okay so I hope up on the table, over this guy and then try and hit the big bandit dude?
Tim, questioning God as why he was born: Dick. Your playing a Barbarian. You have a dex bonus of 2.
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Jason: Alphandrill the wise will draw her oaken wand, it was taken from the same tree her grand father planted many centuries ago that was stuck by lighting, wielding it with determination, she points it at the bandit leader and shoots out a blast of molten flames! They glimmer with a sparkle of electricity as it strikes out against him!
Jason: does a 12 hit?
Tim, so done with this: no
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Bruce: okay so I just roll right? With the...short sword?
Tim: ur actually Batman how is dnd stumping you.
Bruce: I played second edition growing up with Harvey and Ollie, I hardly ever got past the first fight
(Que Bruce having Vietnam flashbacks to his carefully crafted characters dying in the grind stone that was Dnd 2e)
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Tim: Thanks for joining Alfred, I know that you probably don't even know how to play but it's making Bruce really happy to have everyone together
Alfred, who was an actor for so many years: worry not master Tim, I think this old dog can show you pups a few tricks~
(Alfred pulls out a pre-made mini, it's made out of bat grade materials, he knows the rules front to back)
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Duke: this...is a lot? Tim I have Dm'ed a bit if you want me to...why are you looking at me like that.
Tim, frothing at the mouth: you...you wanna take over? Does this mean...I can play?
Duke, seriously reconditioning becoming apart of the wanye family: y-yes?
Forever Dm Tim: sweet baby Batman your going to get fucked Duke, but thank you so much for this...
#batfam#this is just for fun#silly batfam#they playing dnd#tim: god is dead and Damian killed him#Fluff#Cass is the true troublemaker#do not let her sweet charms fool you#she cheats at dice#she rolled 3 nat 20s in a row with two separate sets of dice#tim is so done
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There's this thing that I've noticed on my Birds of Prey and Batgirl read, that I can probably use Burnside as a dividing line on:-
Post 2014, there's definitely been a shift to portray BOP and Batgirl as the 'girls team', to the exclusion of non-female characters.
Like do not get me wrong. Birds of Prey has always been at its heart about a small group of women working together (and frequently against the forces of misogyny). But it wasn't exclusionary. Dixon's run has Ted Kord and Jason Bard and Dick and Tim as supporting characters through it. Simone's BOP runs have Savant and Creote as antagonists and supports, they have Dawn Granger AND Hank Hall. There are male heroes around and supporting!
The premise was 'Barbara calls in the characters she sees that she needs for this mission' and sometimes that is her close friends and allies, and sometimes it's very pointedly people she's not close to because she's pushing people away for Reasons, and sometimes it's the only person who has the skillset she needs, and sometimes it's because she's meddling and trying to reform someone, and so on. She has complicated reasoning for how she puts a team together, and who she calls on for assistance.
And yes, part of the point of BOP is to showcase the wide range of talent available in female DC characters for any scenario you can think of, why are you not building teams that are at least 50% women more often?
But there's this trend that starts emerging from n52 onwards, particularly once Simone is removed from the books, where the titles sort of stop interacting with male heroes outside of dating them. No, why are you calling up all the female vigilantes in Gotham to help with this situation but none of the men, even when you're actually closer to a number of the guys? Is there a reason that there's a no-men gas or something? No?
I love seeing strong women heroes who are friends and who are enemies and who fight together and have complex relationships. I love the depth! But also it feels super walled off and unnecessarily inverted to only allow men in as characters to DATE, when from the very beginning they've been used to build characterisation and showcase the women's skills.
#this also comes very much through in BG09 and the Futures End and Rebirth issues of 2011 and the entire concept of Batgirls#look at the Batgirls! doing Batgirl things together! why? because they're all Batgirls!#the reasoning for why they're hanging out together is completely flattened out#and not given proper justification
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I just imagined your meta Tim saying "the only thing I haven't seen in another universe is villain songs not being the catchiest songs ever."
Also, would different universes have different versions of the same songs? Like a world where the g**** bard song from Friendship is Witchcraft is just called Pinkie's bard song and that song says "magic" or something instead of the g slur in the chorus? (I can see Tim using a version of that song without the g slur to cheer up a kid who's house burned down or something...) Has Tim seen a universe where mlp is the real word?
Oh wow, uh I guess yes, yes, and yes?
Anything that can be imagined can be an alternate universe because their are infinite universes and multiverses, how this helps
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Some Game HC's I have about Riddler:
BTAS Riddler loves playing DnD both as a player (always a caster) and as the DM. He is a game developer in the 90's so you bet your ass he was the fliperama kid. Everyday he went to the local game station (and later started exploring and looking for different ones all across Gotham) with only one coin. He played once against a player in a winning streak beting coins and he always won and would accept bets from challengers. He was abble to play all day with only one coin because he never lost a bet.
Gotham Riddler is another DnD nerd and a gamer. But I think he had more money growing up than BTAS Riddler and actually played games in a gameboy. He got a summer job so he could buy more games than Mario and Pokemon. Also I'm sorry but Gotham Riddler never played DnD, that man was born to be a DM and is likely the one DM that didn't became one because it's harder to find a DM than a party so you DM once and now that's your fate.
Arkham Riddler plays Magic The Gathering. He also plays DnD and he is the insufurable player that goes out of the way to create the most OP characthers completly full of combos and makes everything boring for everyone else because he slays too hard. He is insuferable playing Magic as well but at least he is being insuferable against his adversaries. He lost his original deck after being arrested the first time and somehow it ended on young Barbara Gordon's hands. The small time period were pre teen Barbara was the biggest Magic nerd and forced a confused Jim to play was probably the worst thing Riddler ever did to comissioner Gordon and that includes killing his co-workers and friends. Later Barbara went to play it with Jason and Tim (who she isn't dating cause ew), Bernard joined at some point.
The last DnD player is Unburied Riddler who is the opposite to Arkham: he always plays as a bard and he is the biggest follower of the rule of cool/the wonders of RP ever. He knows the rule book upside down but he never really followed the rules, he just sweet talks the DM and the tabble into letting him role for his insane plans to the point that after he basically forced Barbara and Bruce to play with him (Barbara asked Montoya to DM) no one on the tabble even knew what bardic inspiration actually did until Alfred heard them playing and as a closeted DnD nerd got incrisingly distressed by Eddie's "gameplay style". Since then Montoya joined the tabble as a paladim and Alfred is the DM. Instead of analysing what to pick to upgrade his characther Eddie spends all the time trying to find ways to sweet talk Alfred (the hardest DM to bullshit ever) into letting him do his thing. Right now his best trick is to make Bruce either join or get excited for the result because Alfred has a soft spot for his son Master Bruce.
Zero Year Riddler for all his cool persona is a nerd and not only he colects all different editions of War (yes the boardgame, the ancient Greece one is his favorite) but he plays competitive Pokemon (both online and the card game). While he is a good Pokemon player he did lose to an incredible good 12yo and he cried a whole day before trying to extract revenge. Unfortunaly for Ed the kid was from Metropolis and there was a change, small as it was, that Superman could get involved and Eddie isn't really one to get his ass beat by Superman.
Still on the card games BTAA Riddler plays Yu-Gi-Oh. He somehow understands the rules and is good on it. Miss Tuesday used to make fun of him for it until Autum acidentaly introduced her to Bakugan. If you play Bakugan you can't make fun of other people's card game choices. BTAA Riddler also plays Pokemon Go, he started because he thought it was hip and cool (he isn't even that old, he is like 30 but he just wants to be cool with the teens that badly already) and kept going because he really likes to take random pictures of pokemon on normal day things, he also loves shinny hunting. He does it on the actual game as well. He never actually played the whole Pokemon story, he just shinny hunts a lot and stops playing after he catched enough cool shinnies. He has some of the first one to capture the shinng videos and a shinny hunting secret twitter.
[Not a Riddler one but BTAS Joker also plays Yu-Gi-Oh because one has to be mad to understand all the different invocation rules (I say that as a former Yu-Gi-Oh nerd). Harley also plays Yu-Gi-Oh on BTAS but she downplays her talents to let Joker win when she is actually insanely good at it.]
#edward nigma#edward nygma#riddler#edward nashton#dnd#magic the gathering#yu gi oh#riddler headcanon#this is my nerdiest post in a long time
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MSB kids are doing DND. What chaos would happen while they roleplay as civilians in a fantasy world?
Classes:
Mikey: Dungeon master (DM). If he's not DMing, he plays Artificer.
Phoebe: Druid
Carlos: Artificer (sometimes he plays as a bard)
DA: Wizard (and secondary DM)
Tim: Bard
Wanda: Fighter
Keesha: Ranger
Ralphie: Barbarian or Warlock
Arnold: Cleric
Headcanons:
Hugo the Orangutan (from that one Wild Kratts episode) is a recurring NPC. He appears in almost every campaign, and every time, he has a quest for the DND party.
Mikey has several pieces of paper that say "Loading" with random DND tips (like video game loading screen tips) that he slots into his DM screen whenever he needs some time to think or look up rules or whatnot.
One time, the gang uses Chinese fortune cookies instead of dice. Instead of rolling, they would eat the cookies, read their fortunes aloud, and let the DM decide what it means.
Example:
Mikey: Okay guys, eat for initiative.
*Everyone reaches into a large bowl of fortune cookies in the center of the table*
Ralphie, who was way to eager: Mine says, "Every flower blooms in its own sweet time."
Mikey: You go last.
Mikey: As the party travels, you encounter a fork in the road...
Carlos: I pick it up.
Mikey: Really, bro?
Almost everyone has played as a spell-casting class at one point or another. Wanda and Carlos are no longer allowed to do so because A) Wanda uses very destructive spells (mainly fireball) and Carlos only uses spells that do stupid things.
Carlos and Mikey: *explaining how they're making a fog machine to fill with holy water to make an area of permanent damage against the vampire lord*
D.A. (the dungeon master for that round): ...
Sometimes the Wild Kratts team joins in the DND fun. It gets ten times more chaotic when they join. The members of the team take turns being the DM.
Keesha: Oh wow, this shop has everything my heart desires!
Mikey (voicing the "spooky shopkeeper" NPC): Yes, I will warn you... every item comes with a price.
Keesha: Yes, I know how shops work.
Mikey: The price may be more than you expect to pay.
Keesha: Yes, I know how US taxes work, too.
Mikey, increasingly exasperated: I'm trying to tell you that I'm evil and offering these wares with no regard for the harm they will do!
Keesha, also increasingly exasperated: I know what capitalism is too, goddammit.
More headcanons:
The DND party is EASILY distracted. A cat? Gotta stop and pet it. There's free food? Gotta try it! There's a monster terrorizing a village (and it's not the main quest)? Well, you can't just turn a blind eye to that! And you certainly can't ignore all these shiny rocks!
One time (as an experiment), everyone played a non-magic class for their DND characters. It did not go well.
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Jeff Buckley: They Don't Even Know Me Yet
Martin Aston, MOJO, January 2003
In 1992 Jeff Buckley gave his first ever press interview. A decade later, MOJO unearths this incredible, little-seen document.
AUTUMN IN NEW YORK, 1992. A tiny East Village cafe, the Sin-e. It's packed, but there's a seat near the very front, under the singer's nose. His, eyes are clenched shut. He's nervous, edgy, but it's a truly memorable show; jittery, comical, thrilling, mesmeric. When he's singing the voice is pure, stretching high-low, curling around a song. He closes on a song that could very well be a lullaby, and your eyes close with his.
Three days later, in another tiny cafe, via a mutual friend who knows Tim Buckley is your all-time favourite singer, and who told you, 'You gotta hear his son', you meet Jeff. He's dressed down â plaid shirt, jeans â which draws you to the face; short, thatched hair, looming eyes, rich lips, a wary expression. It's his first ever interview, and he's nervous, defensive. The first thing he says, almost before handshakes, is whether you're here purely because of Tim. No, but then again, yes. He accepts that there's little point writing about Jeff simply because you love Tim, any more than you can avoid Tim because of Jeff. In the end, only Dutch magazine OOR takes a chance on an interview with a total unknown: based, of course, on the familial connection to Tim. The interview is never published in the UK. By the time everyone catches up with Jeff the interview is out of date. But now, given his death and enshrined appeal, it's timeless.
When did music first make an impact on you?
As a child. There was my mother's breasts and then there was music. It felt like another person in the house that floated with me everywhere. All my life, I've sung along to the radio, stuff like [Spiral Staircase's] 'I Love You More Today Than Yesterday'. My mum would drive me to school, playing mellow Californian radio, stuff like Chicago, Crosby Stills and Nash, Blood Sweat and Tears, Sly and the Family Stone, James Brown, The Temptations, every day! She married a car mechanic, who couldn't carry a tune, but he had amazing taste and he turned me on to Booker T, Led Zeppelin and Joni Mitchell, Hoyt Axton and Willie Nelson. My mum pretty much sung to me â she's a classically-trained pianist and cellist. So it was mainly me and my mum, because my parents split before I was born. I hung around my grandmother too â she'd play me stuff like The Chambers Brothers.
It's rare to hear someone smitten with both traditional blues and modern blues. I'm thinking of your cover of 'Fare Thee Well'.
That's Dink's Song. It was originally written by a washerwoman. That's where the best music came from, from old European-American criminals bringing Africans to America. My favourites are Robert Johnson and Bukka White, The Staple Singers, Billie Holiday. I cover 'Strange Fruit', too. I figured I wouldn't be able to meet these people, so I learn from them by hearing them sing. Some of the coolest music is Johnny Cash, which isn't a black or white thing. I love Mariachi music, Ray Charles, Edith Piaf, the Sex Pistols, Muddy WatersâŚI just saw gifts dangling from them and wanted to take it. I guess I want to be an archetypal entertainer, an archetypal bard, a minstrel. I guess I have a romantic vision. Even though punk happened to me, and Robert Johnson, I want to be a realty good storyteller, and those songs have great stories.
What do you love about 'Twelfth Of Never'?
I cover the Nina Simone version. It's just the way she does it. I can't get into Elvis's version, it doesn't capture my imagination, though he had a beautiful voice. Every time I hear 'Can't Help Falling In Love', I cry. I can't separate Charles Manson from The Beatles or the Clambake movie from Elvis, though. But I love all music. I'm the Cocteau Twins' biggest fan, too. They allow their deepest eccentricities to be the music itself, and not just something they want to project. Liz Fraser is one of the only originals. They're just regular people, too. I got to meet her once, she was very shy, which puts a weird curve on music as well. Imagine that sound coming out of her mouth when she's in the kitchen scrambling eggs.
Was music your first true love?
Besides sex? One surrounds the other. I can remember being obsessed with my stepfather's stereo, getting into trouble for using it. He was really possessive of control over it, like a car. It was expensive equipment, so I was really careful. Then one day, I wanted to listen to a live bootleg of Jimi Hendrix, and he went mad. I had a tape player in my room, I shared it with another kid in the family. You had to stick a hanger in it for it to work.
How do you feel when you open your mouth and sing?
Like it's real. I feel like crying. I feel like I am crying! It's the middle point between laughing and immense joy and crying. I feel the best when I'm singing.
When did you start?
In front of an audience at a family get-together. My stepfather got drunk and fell asleep in front of everyone, and my grandmother got really embarrassed, so to direct attention away from him, I sung every Elton John song I knew. I was a huge fan then. They gave me some silver dollars for doing it. I was 13 (laughs). My friend and I started play electric guitars, you know, 'Stairway To Heaven', for a talent show at junior high school. We lostâŚWe were living in southern California then. I later had a band in northern California, in Willetts, called Axxis. It wasn't my idea. It's one of the 19 cities I've lived in, I attended four high schools. One I spent two weeks in. My mum was quite a gypsy.
What did you make of your own voice?
I hated it, but I got over it. I'm horribly self-critical. I think the first time I heard it, I thought no way could I ever keep anything from anyone, it was all there in the voice. Some ways that people sing, they put it across in language, and it's almost impossible, because they have a wall between them and the expression. I'm trying to get deeper in the hole, trying to learn things when I hear voices.
Did the concept of singing on a stage come easily to you?
It was totally natural, I just did it. It was like going to the beach, like, I'm going into the ocean! I never thought about it. I first sang at a dance in Northern California Methodist Church, to high school kids. When I was 13, I already knew what I wanted to do. My all-time favourite was Led Zeppelin, and I knew I wanted to belong to that. In the '70s, there was an overspill of rock life, which becomes coffee table material, with books on Kiss and rock stars on TV. I knew it was possible for some people to do it for a living. I spent hours listening to Magical Mystery Tour. I felt like an archaeologist, which is fine, because I liked dinosaurs! But that was the wrong direction.
I left home when I was 17, because I was tired of moving around. I played in lots of LA bands, just to make money. There was a reggae band for a while, The AKB Band, a rag-tag motley crew, with one rasta guy. I played guitar. We ended up backing up U-Roy, Shinehead and Judy Mowatt, and at the Bob Marley day at Long Beach. We did cheesy session work for demos, too.
What did the experience teach you?
The simplicity. I guess it didn't teach me much at the time. It's like your parents telling you what not to do. But Pablo, the rasta, everything he said about playing makes sense now. Forget the next band. I then decided not to spread myself that thin. I didn't like southern California, LA especially. Hollywood isn't a real town, but that's the reality of it. I'd wanted to see New York since I saw it on TV when I was 12, to experience the energy, so I took off in 1990. I got a couple of jobs, and went hungry for a long while, before I got an offer to record songs in LA, so I flew back, and recorded four songs. I went back-and-forth a bit, before I met Gary Lucas at a show in New York, at a tribute show to my father. I thought playing with Gary would be interesting but it turned out to be a disaster. We had two completely different pathsâŚthe cart was before the horse. But I learnt to go out and sing, in impossibly intimate settings, when guys are right up against you. You learn how to move a room. The biggest challenge is to put a song across live. The audience shouldn't see your face, or your body, they should just hear you.
Do you enjoy the New York scene?
I dig it. If I was in LA, I wouldn't be doing anything, but here, there's a real respect. There's a respect for anything original. Maybe I'm overpoweringly romanticising New York, but so many amazing things happen here on an ordinary level, like Lou Reed lives here, wow! I first heard him in '76 but he got into my soul, it just takes one time, like Helen KellerâŚit's just the sound of the song. I was in somebody else's car, feeling lonely. Heroin is so beautiful, like a big black kiss, the way it builds. He sounds like a punk who knows everything. He's got such erudition, but he's not too smart.
What stage are you at right now?
Always at the beginning. I'd love to make a record. Clive Davis at Arista wanted to sign me but he hadn't heard me, it was just on the basis of what his right hand man, the head of A&R, had said. I plan to start from what matters. In September, I'll perform all new material, a lot of covers, and I wanna find people to play with. Yeah, a band, just because of the certain feeling I need. An energy.
Can I raise the delicate matter of your dad, Tim?
Sometimes, with people who knew him, they've come for a nice night out, but they see me, they don't think about him. Those who do, I don't hang around them. We're different. The people who knew him, they have apparently a very magic memory, but it's been a claustrophobic thing all my life. I knew him for a total of nine days. He never wrote, never called.
Do people claim that you're just your father's son?
If anyone mentions that, I walk. If I go to a club, and some writer uses that area, then I rip the shit down and say, Fuck you, see you later, we can talk about this next time, because I'm on my own.
Do you listen to his records?
Yeah, mostly to learn about him as a person. He wrote a couple of songs about me and my mother, which is sometimes tough. His style has nothing to do with what I do. It's funny that we were born with the same parts, but when I sing, it's me. Technically, I can do what he did, but our expression is not the same, it's a completely different sphere. His was a different time, influenced by Dylan and the folkies. I don't even talk like him. But I can do a good impersonation of him, knitting up my eyebrows, which makes people laugh.
As far as music goes, so many people who I know and love, who give me so much, they don't even know me yet. I want to make something completely new. I was into Miles Davis in 1984, he said he could tell when people were paying tribute to him but it was just copying. The only way to pay tribute is to bring something new to the fold. I want to work so hard that everything of me bums away, like the chemical in the match. Which leaves what really is me, or what I think is me. It can be such a joy. Like the Beatles, they were geniuses, you know? Music's like a sign language between people, so when a guy from Iran or America hears The Beatles, they go 'Wow!' They don't think of killing each other. There's something about music that hits the cavemen in us, even more than a speech or painting. I just want to achieve my own vibe. I want to go someplace else. There's more ways of saying 'I love you', more ways of saying 'where the hell do I fit in?', more ways of saying 'why doesn't anyone love me?, 'when is somebody going to want to kiss me?' I'm sick of waiting, waiting to be understood. And it's nothing arty, nothing lofty, it's just fucking different, and I want to leave this world behind a little so that maybe I will see that it's bigger and I haven't left it at all.
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4, 5, 11, and 15 for Tim Bradford, Lucy Chen, and Bilbo Baggins!
#4: If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?
I think I'd put Tim in a King Arthur story. He'd make a GREAT knight, and I feel like he'd handle not having modern conveniences fairly well
Lucy would DEFINITELY go into the Star Wars universe. Finally, some common sense in there. OH MY STARS SHE'D PSYCHOANALYSE ANAKIN THAT'D BE BEAUTIFUL
And Bilbo... maybe King Arthur as well! He could be their bard
#5: What's the first sing that comes to kind when you think of them?
Tim and Lucy's is the same: Soldier by James TW!
And Bilbo... probably The Last Goodbye, though I know it's a bit obvious
#11: Would you date this character?
... this feels targeted
Yes, I suppose I would date Tim, hypothetically. Not Lucy, though, and Bilbo's not my type. Also he's 111
#15: What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not)
Obviously, for Tim and Lucy, it's each other!! For Bilbo, I can't say I have one
Thanks for the ask!!
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Todd.
Brinewater Grotto is part of a Thieves' Guild mission. Why is it filled with 15 bandits? How do I RP a mage / thief in a cave where there is literally no option to not kill everyone?
"YOU CAN SNEAK-ATTACK THEM!"
I don't want to fuxking sneak-attack them! The point is, I shouldn't be forced to murder a bus-load of people at ANY POINT in a Thieves' Guild quest.
"JUST SNEAK PAST ALL OF THEM!"
Right. In the cave-maze filled with traps. And even if manage to get to Gulum-Ei, and confront him, how the fuxk do I get out of here without fighting everyone?
"YOU CAN KILL HIM BEFOREHAND AND SKIP ALL THAT!"
Oh. I can murder him. For a THIEVES' GUILD quest.
This is so stupid. Why am I wasting my time? This is like the Bards' College quest being "go kill trolls."
You can't RP as anything in this game besides "a kind of serial killer." I didn't realize it was this rock-stupid. There are just zero options besides murder. And murdering with spells is not a world of difference from murdering with anything else. THE MURDER PART IS THE THING I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS TIME.
At least Fallout had more speech checks. Skyrim is just cul-de-sac after cul-de-sac of murder sprees.
That's fine when I want to murder. But if I don't, I guess I fuxk off and go play an old Tim Cain game.
YES, some murder is fine. I'm the Dragon Born. But there should be options in quests, and different quest lines for different builds. I didn't realize how weak and lazy this is.
I'm not doing this anymore. It's not fun. Killing with spells is not mage enough for the Mages' Club.
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"Corrupted" Snippet - The Magnus Archives x Malevolent WIP
Danny Stoker died trying to keep a weird, cursed book away from some very bad people.
Tim has the book.
Tim has no idea.
Opening it has thrust him into an entirely new world.
A snippet in which Tim tried to find help at the Magnus Institute, and did not - and the conversation thereafter is beginning to make him wonder what is truly inside his head.
(thunder)
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Stairs just ahead. Take your time.
He does, one step at a time, using the excuse of concentration to be silent.
He wipes his leaky eyes.
Are you all right?
âNo. Gonna have to be, though, apparently, because I donât want to take his deal.â
I promise you, Bouchard will be watching us regardless of what we do.
âWell, fuck that guy, then,â says Tim. âI guess consent isnât on some fear godâs radar.â
John snorts. I donât know why you ever thought it would be. Youâre at the bottom. Where now?
âI donât know. Iâm trying to think. Can I just walk somewhere? Get away from this place?â
Walk to your right. There isnât much traffic.
Tim does, and doesnât speak again until heâs found a comfortable pace and position that seems to keep him from smashing into anyone.
John directs, corrects, and lets him ponder.
âSo hereâs what Iâm thinking,â Tim finally says. âIf all this is real, then other things must be. So. Are there good fairies, or something? Wishing wells? Forest spirits of mercy, or kindness, or whatever?â
Thereâs a pause.
Tim⌠I donât know everything, but I do know this: no. There are no beneficent fairies. No good and kind spirits just waiting to freely give of themselves to undeserving mortals. Everything that exists only does so because it has not been eaten or used by something else, including you - from your immune system to your choices, you also fight to survive. Yes, I believe we will find help, but it will come at a price. It's just a matter of what price youâre willing to pay.
Strangely, this is different from Johnâs usual calming tone. Itâs not crazy-smooth; itâs just quiet, and Tim suddenly feels like this is the first time John has been genuinely gentle with him.
Timâs throat feels tight. âBit of a downer, there,â he manages after a minute. âSo what do we do?â
You truly donât feel what he offered was worth what he asked?
âJust being in that building made me feel paranoid, and that isnât like me. I started to get angry, over, just⌠nothing. No. Whatever price I have to pay, Iâm not losing myself for it. That guy didnât even have a solution, anyway. Just a what-if. Not worth it.â
Then we keep looking.
âI donât know where to look, is the problem. And just so you know, John? Maybe I am surviving, like everybody else here, but that doesnât mean I canât make choices and be a good person and help other undeserving mortals.â
Seeing yourself as the hero, are you?
Tim snorts. âNo. Iâd be a cheerfully bisexual bard, at best, not a protagonist. I just mean⌠I donât know. You make every living thing sound like an asshole, and I donât think all of us are.â
John chuckles. A slutty bard? Really?
âItâs a DND ref- wait. You understood that?â
Yes. Iâm familiar with the trope. Iâm merely amused you used it.
So that has some implications, holy shit. âHow the hell are you familiar with an internet meme?â
Well, two ways. The first is that as long as we share a body, some of your knowledge will sink into me â a little bit like water through porous stone. Not much, but enough to give us some common contextual ground. However, in this case, itâs because not everyone who kept this book was only a cultist. Some of them were nerds.
âWhat, did they just keep you on the table while scrolling through I Can Haz Cheezburger?â
Sometimes.
This doesnât feel like the full truth. Thereâs something else John is not saying here, but Tim doesnât know how to get at it. âI can talk to you in memes,â he says instead.â Iâm going to be insufferable.â
John chuckles.
Or⌠maybe that was the truth, and Tim just feels paranoid thanks to whatever the hell that place was. âHow does anyone even manage to work there without all becoming axe murderers?â he mutters.
I believe if you are inclined toward the type of fear and information-gathering that god prefers, it grants some sanity so you can keep feeding it. Iâve seen the like.
âA whole fear-god economy. Fuck me, thatâs wild.â
Indeed.
âAnd by the way - what was all that âmineâ stuff about?â
John sighs. I apologize. I⌠felt strange, in that place. I could feel it feeding on you, and I didnât know how else to react. I thought perhaps it would respect some kind of⌠prior claim. Obviously, that didnât work.
Tim laughs weakly. âOh, we are definitely not going back to Spooky Manor, then. But where do we go instead?â
I have an idea, if youâre willing to try it - but first, you need to eat. He was right about that. Man shall not live by peanut butter alone.
It is deeply unnerving to hear all these deeply human references, used with such easy familiarity. âI donât want to try dealing with a restaurant. Find me a take-out place.â
Keep going. Iâll get you there.
Itâs going to be okay, Tim tells himself on repeat. Itâs going to be okay.
Though a tiny part of him is beginning to wonder if, somehow, his family might be cursed.
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Wait, Jason Bard had a backup series running? Like by himself? I thought he was just a bum who showed up for a couple storylines every few years I didn't realize he was a solo character
I need to actually read more of his pre-Crisis stuff to give you a 100% answer on this, but yes, Jason Bard had occasional back-ups in 'Tec and appeared across the various Bat titles through the 70s on a regular basis. He was dating Barbara for a hot minute in there too during pre-Crisis - their breakup had to do with her getting elected to Congress.
Post-Crisis his story is tidied up somewhat. His background gets reworked in Batgirl: Year One; he pops back up in stories working for his own detective agency with links to Larry Lance's (Dinah's dad); he's in and out of Birds of Prey on occasion, and works with Tim occasionally. Basically, he's a useful private eye who ISN'T Slam Bradley.
I quite like him. He's a peripheral Barbara character, at heart, and he's a useful cop-adjacent detective to farm things out to.
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[Caught by Penguin's goons and tied to chairs in a warehouse, waiting for the cavalry]
Red Robin: I'm gonna say it. Shakespeare is overrated.
Red Hood: Ok, first of all: how dare you. Second of all: how DARE you?
Red Robin: He's boring and Romeo and Juliet is ridiculous bullshit.
Red Hood: Counterpoint. Romeo and Juliet was always meant to be satire and if you read it with the knowledge that teenagers are idiots it's actually a fantastic, mean commentary on teenage romance.
Red Robin: The only way I'll accept that argument is if he was purposefully making fun of a particular pair of teenagers that he knew in real life and "Romeo and Juliet" was really Shakespeare being petty and mocking his cousin or something.
Red Hood: You- yeah that would be great actually.
Red Robin: Right? Still, my original point stands: Shakespeare is given way too much credit. So he invented some words. big whoop.
Red Hood: He basically invented the English language!
Red Robin: He better have considering the lenght of some of the monologues.
Red Hood: Look, thanks to Shakespeare we get to study dick jokes in school. There are so many dick jokes! How can you NOT like him?
Red Robin: One would think you'd be over Dick jokes, growing up in our family.
Red Hood: Well where do you think I get most of my material??
Red Robin: I'll concede that Macbeth is okay, but the rest of his tragedies? I mean, Hamlet? More like Ham-let-me-out-of-this-AP-English-class
Red Hood: One, that was sub-par and I expect better from you. Two; are you seriously going after HAMLET?
Red Robin: [snorts] Of COURSE you would enjoy a play about a death-obsessed dude with daddy issues and a thirst for revenge.
Red Hood: OK, POINT! But I'm still HELLA insulted. And Shakespeare is a master at exploring the human condition!
Red Robin: [rolls his eyes]
Red Hood: [to one of the Henchmen guarding them] Hey, you! With the ski-mask and bad enough judgement to wear sneakers to a gunfight!
Henchman: Uh... yea?
Red Hood: Back me up here. Shakespeare is a cultural icon.
Henchman: well, uh, he always kinda bored me in school
Red Robin: A-HA!
Red Hood: Oh shut up. Since when are Penguin's goons the go-to authority on literature
Red Robin: Since Shakespeare gets way too much credit because of fanboys like you.
Red Hood: Says the man who CRIED about the Hobbit movies. Several times.
Red Robin: THEY RUINED IT. EXCELLENT PRECEDENCE, EXCELLENT SOURCE MATERIAL AND THEY-
Boss Henchman: [barges in] what the fuck is going on in here? Who's making so much fucking noise?
Red Hood: [inclines his head towards Red Robin] Red Robin here thinks Shakespeare is overrated.
Boss Henchman: [immidiately involved] YOU'RE INSULTING THE BARD? HE BASICALLY INVENTED THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE
Red Hood: [mimicking Red Robin] A-HA!
Red Robin: Look, if you want to stan an author who made a comedy about gaslighting and subjugating a woman through marriage be my guest but I'm different
Boss Henchman: That's a bullshit argument
Henchman #2 -a woman: Nah, he's got a legit point.
Red Robin: Thank you!
Red Hood: One bad play doesn't mean you can diminish the impact of his work as a whole
Red Robin: Oh CAN'T I?
Boss Henchman: I will not stand here and see the Bard slighted in my own house- warehouse- whatever!
-----20 minutes later-----
Boss Henchman: -HISTORICAL CONTEXT
Red Robin: SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING A SEXIST APOLOGIST WOULD SAY
Red Hood: THAT'S NOT EVEN-
-----40 minutes later-----
Boss Henchman: SHAKESPEARE SHOWED ME THAT WORDS CAN BE BEAUTIFUL
Henchman #1: I WENT TO AN ALL BOYS SCHOOL!! THEY MADE ME PLAY JULIET DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH SHIT I GOT ON THE STREETS
-----70 minutes later-----
Red Hood: YOUNG LEONARDO DI CAPRIO WAS A LEGIT SNACC AND IF YOU SAY ANYTHING ELSE YOU'RE LYING
Red Robin: SO WATCH GANGS OF NEW YORK AT LEAST THAT'S INTERESTING
-----90 minutes later-----
Red Robin: THE FUCKING BARREL SCENE!! WHAT EVEN WAS THAT?!!
-----2 hours later-----
Red Hood: HE TAUGHT HISTORY TO THE MASSES!
Red Robin: HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO SLEEP IN CLASS WITHOUT GETTING CAUGHT IS WHAT HE DID
-----2,5 hours later-----
Boss Henchman: [pointing a gun at Henchman #1] HOW DARE YOU CALL OTHELLO A LI'L BITCH-
Henchman #2: [Hits Boss Henchman over the head with a chair] JUSTICE FOR KATHERINA
Red Robin: [Cheering] GET HIM, SUSAN
-----4 hours later-----
------The Batcave------
Bruce: [tiredly, rubbing the bridge of his nose] Ok, tell me again how you managed to escape.
Tim and Jason: [glancing at each other]
Tim: First off, I'd like to state for the record that we had everything perfectly under control.
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Imagine if Tim tried to organize a DnD campaign for the BatFam
- Tim is of course the DM, though when he is a character he's either a sorcerer a blood hunter or an artificer.
- Babs likes switch out DMing with Tim, if she plays she's an artificer or warlock.
- Dick loves loves loves playing bards but he is always way more than willing to play a cleric if no one else will. He also really likes playing a Swashbuckler rogue.
-Cass plays a monk or a rogue. She likes dex based classes.
- Jason plays a wizard. That's all. You can add to this, but he 1000% plays a wizard, the fucking nerd. I will also take a fighter gunslinger (or if you're me and have it saved before WOC took it down, a renegade).
- Jason only plays a fighter for one shots, he'd much rather focus on spells and what he can get away with with them.
- Damian complained for a solid hour and then Tim told him he didn't have to play and then Damian complained for another hour about how dare Tim try to exclude him from this game that could help improve his strategizing.
- Damian loves playing a ranger and will fight you if you insult the class. He likes Shadow Monks and Rogues too, but rangers are his favorite. He won't admit he likes druids. He likes druids.
- Bruce is tired and tried to get out of it until Dick brought out the puppy dog eyes. Bruce plays a Barbarian or a rogue depending on how involved he can be in the game. He has a soft spot for monks.
- Bruce likes to play as Orcs or Haflings. He won't explain why he likes Haflings. He also enjoys Warforged and Dragon Borns.
- Dick plays as an aasimar almost all the time. He also likes Changelings and Kalashtar but stopped playing as a Kalashtar after Spyral.
- Jason plays reborns at first to make Bruce uncomfortable. He now mainly plays as a gnome or firbolg. Also Genasi, but that's because I find them sexy and Jason deserves that.
- Damian first played as a human but when he got more comfortable he started branching out. He's now on a quest to find the best folktype to play as. Yes, he min maxes. No, he isn't annoying about it.
- So far Damian likes firbolgs the best.
- Tim mainly DMs, but if he and Babs switch out he plays an elf or a tiefling. He also likes Dragon Borns and playing unearthed arcana stuff. He likes to play as a changeling only to pretend to be a different folktype and see how long it takes everyone else to figure it out.
- Cass really likes Kenkus, they're her favorite. Satyrs are also fun for her.
- Babs plays as anything and everything. She usually just plays a human though.
- Duke likes to watch, he cannot handle playing with these freaks. He likes to add commentary though and anytime Tim talks to him while playing it just means Tim's character can break the 4th wall.
I'm sure I'll have more later but fill free to add your own stuff
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Dick: Bard so he can dance at his enemies with ridiculous acrobatics mixed in.
Jason: gunslinger and barbarian multi class. Would he like to rage? Yes. Yes he would.
Steph: Sorcerer. Very into naturally performing complex magic and saying, 'What, like it's hard?'
Tim: Artificer tracks.
Duke: Cleric with just so much smite damage.
Cass: Rogue. Hands down. Have you seen that girl? No, you haven't.
Babs: another artificer but former fighter. Probably trained Tim.
Damian: Path of the Beast or Totem Barbarian. Probably in part trained by Jay.
Bruce: Inquisitive or Scout Rogue
In DC Robins being Robin (by Tim Seely and Baldemar Rivas) Dick Grayson canonically knows dungeons and dragons. And knows it enough to assign the villains some character classes.
Now I imagine what them playing dnd would look like?
Dick would probably be a rouge, very stealthy and agile
Jason might be a fighter, cause he is the only one wearing actual armor. And guns. or maybe a blood hunter.
Steph qould prolly play a warlock, cause she be like that. but if she were a charcter herself i feel like ranger would fit her
Tim would probably play an artificier, creating all sorts of mechanisms and machinery from scratch.
Damian could be a Druid, eventhough Barbarian fits his personality more, a Druid can shape-shift into animals.
let me hear your takes on this!
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