I Love Our Disaster Lesbian Monk and Trash Wizard

Avatar: @kimchidraws, Background: @galacticjonah-dnd|Unapolagetic BeauYasha shipper|Live commentary tagged as trashlive|Spoilers tagged as crspoilers for at least one week|Already getting the feelings for Imogen

[pocketgalaxies]

m9: ok let's leave

beau: *drinking all of the unfinished drinks ppl left on their way out*

beau: it is an Atrocity to leave alcohol on a table.

beau: *iron stomach, rolls a 17 con save*

molly: (appalled and impressed) you're a trash person.

[oh-munda-kukkad-kamaal-da]

Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops

[luckthebard]

Thank you to everyone in the Beacon discord submitting questions about the Zadash monorail for the fireside chat, I owe you my life

[luckthebard]

Combat episodes of CR are truly back to peak because I was yelling aloud in distress that Matt got the rule for Nat20 death saves wrong for Imogen like this was Phillies baseball and I was yelling at Angel Hernandez

[luckthebard]

Ok ok Angel Hernandez was too harsh, I take it back I’m sorry Matt no one deserves that

[ariadne-mouse]

I CAST BOOP AT 9TH LEVEL

[majorleagueupdates]

happy opening day to old people who keep score in the stands, field pigeons who harrass outfielders during play, snack shack workers, ticket takers, lesbians on game day dates, girls who play on Little League teams, cotton candy hawkers, whoever repairs and replaces the lightbulbs in stadium lights, radio board operators, shitty bisexual stadium DJs, non-American players, transgender fans of all kinds, field maintenance workers who trip pulling the tarp up, abysmal first pitch throwers, Renel Brooks-Moon, people who take the bus, train, or ferry to games, my boyfriend, first time fans, lifelong fans, diva pitchers, diva shortstops, guys who sell hotdogs and merch on the sidewalk after games, minor leaguers, college softball players who are better than all baseball players but never get paid for their contributions to the sport, seagulls who shit on people and then take their french fries, umpires who get silly with it calling strikes, camera operators, stadium janitors, and you.

[shadydruid]

✨️We have to settle down and live happily together, remember?✨️

Happy Valentine's day 😄

[empiretrashkids]

Blessed Winter’s Crest to you, dear friends. May unexpected hope find you yet again

[bellowsthebard]

Everyone fighting him: Ludinus cut off communication to make it harder to stop him. Such an effective strategy. He always thinks out his plans so thoroughly.

Ludinus: I must find a way to stop this blue tiefling from beaming her thoughts on pastries to me at any cost.

[khalliys]

"It's good to have you back"

[ultraviolet-eucatastrophe]

ACTUALLY Laerryn's actions in episode 2 are not at all condemnable because they're the high fantasy equivalent of like. You've finished your super cool piece of code and it's actually passed all its unit tests this time, but when you try to run your first integration tests then it all works perfectly except it slows your system to a crawl. So you (a non-habitual Windows user) grudgingly open up task manager and see that some unrelated system file with all numbers in the name and a file extension you don't recognise is taking up a huge amount of your CPU and memory. You Google it and get no clear documentation, and so you check Stack Exchange and there's like 2 answers saying "don't uninstall this" with no good explanation. So you're like "well how bad can it be" and you kill the process, and your code starts running perfectly! You tell your friends about it! It's great! Then you find an ancient forum post that's like "hey don't do this it will brick your computer, here's why" and you find out the file you stopped running was actually a crucial, load-bearing component of your antivirus software

Anyway, the moral of Calamity is that you should be running your flying cities on Linux. What was I saying

[moodsbytraviswillingham]

The Mighty Nein Reunited: Part 2

Happy Mighty Nein Reunion live show announcement day!

[oddthesungod]

Obsessed with the idea of Laerryn being like "who??? 🤷‍♀️" when Ludinus tries to contact her back in ye olden days lmaoooo

[the-last-knight-of-avalir]

Things that typically happen during an Apogee Solstice:

- epic celestial events

- great feats of magic

- Aabria materialises at the table to play someone's ex

[leet911]

Regret

They've been in Wildemount six days and Imogen casts sending every night before bed.  It hasn't worked yet, but still she tries.  She steels herself for the static as she weaves the spell and murmurs her message into the void.

"Laudna?  Can you hear me?  Tell me you're alright.  I need you to be alright.  Please.  I'm sorry, Laudna.  I–"  The screeching feedback interrupts, washing out her words and cutting her off.  A spike of pain shoots between her eyes, making her falter.

Imogen lets out a grunt of frustration, flings her pillow against the wall, and when it drops to the ground with a most unsatisfying sound, she invokes her power.  She pulls it from the ground with telekinesis, rips the pillow apart in the air.  As down flutters around the room, Imogen thinks of screaming, but then she remembers that Laudna isn't around to mend her messes, and she instead falls back to the bed with a sob.

There's a soft knock at her door.  "Are you ok?"  It's Fearne.

Imogen tries to steady herself and her voice.  "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Can I come in?"  Fearne is not convinced.

Imogen opens the door and looks around sheepishly.  There are still small bits of dust and feathers drifting around the room.  She realizes then, that she's not wearing her gloves, and her markings are clearly visible.  Self-conscious, she rubs her exposed forearms where the "Whitestone is for lovers" shirt doesn't cover.

Fearne steps in and glances about.  Her voice is soft and gentle.  "Do you want a hug?"

Imogen nods without looking up.

Warmth engulfs her as Fearne reaches out.  "It's ok if you miss her." Fearne smells like the outdoors, like wilderness and animals.  It reminds Imogen of Flora, and Gelvaan, and those mornings spent in the woods with Laudna, back before it felt like the world was ending.  Or maybe it did feel like the world was ending then, but for entirely different reasons, and they hadn’t known it actually was ending.

"It's…" Imogen rubs at her own neck,"it's just that I promised myself we wouldn't be apart again."

"None of this is your fault."

"But I promised her I wouldn't ever leave." Imogen thinks she might cry, and she hates herself for it.  All this power at her fingertips, and she still feels useless.  Calm emotions beckons at her, but that sounds too much like avoiding the question.  That sounds too much like cheating.  Because maybe Imogen believes she needs this pain, that she deserves this punishment.  Imogen was supposed to save the world, even if she never asked for it. Imogen was supposed to save the world so that Laudna would have time to hear all the things Imogen still had to say to her.

"We got sent away, maybe they did too.  We'll find them."

"But what if we're too late?  What if something happened, and Laudna needs us, and we're not there.  You heard what Deanna said.”  Imogen’s voice drops to a whisper.  “What if Laudna needs me?"  And she isn’t sure if the whisper is to keep the thought from Fearne or herself.  Because the next thought stays inside her own head, not daring to be spoken or broadcast.  What if I need Laudna?  See, Imogen remembers the last time Laudna was beyond the reach of her magic and what that meant.

The arms around her tighten.  “Laudna is stronger than she looks.  Orym and Ashton are too.”

Imogen sighs, nods her head.  She knows it’s true.  Laudna is the strongest person she’s ever met.

“Do you want a cookie?”  Fearne asks all of a sudden.  “FCG made them.”  And she rummages through her pouch to pull out a lone cookie.  “It’s not warm anymore, but it’s still pretty good.”

Imogen takes the treat because accepting seems easier than refusing, and eating is easier than talking.  She’s not really hungry but she bites into it anyway.

It’s a gingersnap, of course.   It’s crispy on the outside, and a little soft in the center.  Just like Imogen. Or Laudna. The surface is sweet, dusted with sugar, but there’s depths of spice hidden underneath.  And in the finish, the slightest tang of citrus.  Esteross’ recipe.  Laudna’s favorite.

The rest of the cookie is devoured.  And to Imogen, it tastes just like regret.

[phenixfarts]

A very awkward interaction

[lappuncheung]

'Unexpected Allies'

Starting their approach to the Malleus key, the ground Hells team defeat an encampment before being confronted by a mysterious duo who apparently want the same thing...