Multiclassing For Reals

TTRPG designer and writer. Pretty rad dude. https://feralmind.quest/ 🌎 Co-owner of Underground Oracle 🧪 1/2 of Unplaytested Presents 🌊 Community Manager of TTRPG Rising Tide

[vintage-tigre]

Advert for a banana shaped record player, 1973

[jesspendley]

Fuck the aux, pass me this.

[omegajor]

software for writers

okay many people are tired of google docs and their fucked up privacy policies so i went into my own search for alternatives but most of them are online with a subscription plan and i refuse to spend my money on that. also, most of the alternatives out there have ai plugged in in one way or another, so i've decided to curate my own list of recomendations. this is the criteria:

has to be free, possibly offline as i don't fully trust clouds

has to be free of ai, or, in the worst case, it doesn't have to be one of the main features

made for writers

Ellipsus

free

online, web based

clear anti-ai stance

direct export to ao3

lots of templates to choose from, very clearly catered towards fic writers

has a feature to include collaborators so you can share it with beta readers and they can comment on the doc

plenty of customization options

cons:

the only big downside i see (for now) is that it's still in beta so we don't really know how the monetization will work yet. they stated that the current free features will stay free, so it's a matter of trust i guess.

if you're the type that needs boards and timelines and such you will need something else to do that

also the spellchecker is still a work in progress

Wavemaker

free and open-source

online, web based, although it works locally so it doesn't hoard any of your data

has an option to sync with google drive

many planning features if that's your jam, boards and sticky notes and such

cons:

i'm not sure if it works properly offline

not many customizations options if that's a must for you

it has an ai option, tho it's optional and you have to sign up for that

novelWriter

free and open-source

offline, but you can easily set up your own sync

plenty of options to export

very customizable

many tools for planning and managing bigger stories

it's the one i'm currently using it and i think it's severely underrated!!!

cons:

the ui might not be the prettiest for your likes, tho, again, is highly customizable

if you're the kind of person who gets overwhelmed when there are too much options this might not be for you

you might have to download your own spellcheckers if you write in anything else than english

similar to word or google docs

LibreOffice

free and open source

offline, available for any os

as it is offline none of your data is stored or used to train ai

you can easily set it with your own cloud service

cons:

some people don't really like the ui, but i think it's gotten a lot better and user friendly

the spellcheckers aren't as good as microsoft words for what i've seen, at least if you write in something else than english

OnlyOffice

free and open source

offiline, the same as before tho many people prefer it over LibreOffice in regards to the ui

it has a paid cloud service but also easy to set up with your own or selfhost

cons:

has ai integration, i don't know how invasive it is

markdown based

if you're more inclined to markdown editors but also would like to avoid notion due to privacy or anti-ai reasons, these are some options

Obsidian

very useful for worldbuilding, plotting and planning in general

offline first, available for any os. you can either pay for obsidian sync or set up your own sync system.

truly customizable, with the right set of plugins you can turn it into your own personal writing suite. the most used by authors i've seen are Longform, Readability Score, LanguageTool and KeepTheRhything, and there are plenty of videos of authors sharing their own set ups

cons:

if you're the kind of person who procrastinates by customizing things and trying to find the perfect set of tools before even starting, you'll probably have to be careful of falling into the rabbit hole of obsidian vids.

it isn't really made for long writing so you might feel some friction with that even with the right amount of plugins

it's easy to get overwhelmed by the variety of tools that it offers and that maybe serve not purpose to your writer needs

Ghostwriter

free and open source

offline, but as any other can be easily synced by your own means

minimalistic but it has some writer oriented features like stats and outlines

cons:

it's mostly for linux, with a portable app for windows and on mac you gotta do your own compiling

i think it doesn't come with it's own spellchecker

Joplin

free and open source

offline, with a paid cloud plan and plenty of resources to sync it by yourself

similar to obsidian, very customizable and a jack of all trades

plenty of plugins too!

cons:

it might have a steeper learning curve as the ui isn't as friendly as obsidian

again, you might get lost in the rabbithole of endless customization

for the techies out there…

VisualStudio Code

free and open source

has plenty of easily accesible extensions

i've seen someone say it has a really neat export to markdown tool, big if true

there are some tutorials out there for you freaks

cons:

it's owned by microsoft so expect your usual telemetry and ai integration

i don't know just because you can it doesn't mean you should

Emacs

free, open source

endless customization options

if you wanted an excuse to dig your nails into emacs this is your chance

there are many tutorials of people helping you set up your writing enviroment

cons:

if you're not into tinkering and getting your hands on the mud for your software then this might be actually scary

i don't know i tried one tutorial and failed ok

Vim

free and open source

the same, the possibilities are endless

big if you hate to use the mouse

cons:

i don't know i haven't even tried but i've seen people use it so. it can be done ig

ALTERNATIVES FOR THE CLOUD

if you refuse to pay for another cloud service, many people use the ones they already have, or selfhost if they're more tech savvy. i personally use Syncthing which works end-to-end on my local network, synchronizing my desktop pc with my laptop. it only works when they're both online, so if you need immediate access to changes this might not work for you, but on my side i only use it to have a backup. if you are still using Google Drive for some reason or another, you can as well install it on your computer and use it as a backup for any of the offline apps. i think Dropbox works the same. Proton Drive also has been gaining popularity between the privacy enthusiasts, and it has 5GB free it seems. other people use iCloud, tho i don't own any apple products so idk about that. whichever of these you choose, you're still dependant of those companies to keep your files safe, so always have a local backup if possible. lastly, i've seen many people (mostly the one's that use obsidian or something from the techie section) use git and upload it to a private github repository or another service for git management. you always have the choice to host your own server, tho i can't really guide you on that there are plenty of tutorials and documentation online, and the only downside if that maybe you don't have the same safety net as the Big Companies tm in case your server breaks

[girls-can-get-married]

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[babe-are-you-okay]

Babe are you okay? You reblogged mｋ's Lovebirds (おしどり百合夫婦)

[heroineimages]

This is still so charming!

[transarsonist]

for 87 years that girl did Not Stop Talking and that is Why Her Wife Loved Her

[ragekagegames]

I know this is a little weird to post on Tumblr, but I've been invited as a Guest of Honor to Midwest GameFest 2026, a gaming convention here in Kansas City.

The convention features board games, card games, and tons of tabletop RPGs and takes place Thursday, April 23rd - Sunday, April 26th at the Stoney Creek Hotel and Conference Center in Independence, MO.

What's more is I have a pair of badges to give away! You can join my Discord server to enter: discord.gg/8CKQ6qw

Even if you don't win (or don't want to join yet another Discord server), I've teamed up with the Role-Players Guild of Kansas City to offer you a discount to Midwest GameFest 2026. Just click the link below to get your badge and use the discount code RKGAMES20 for 20% off the base price!

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[writing-prompt-s]

Your wife changes her hair color every season and her personality adjusts slightly. You’re secretly only in love with Autumn wife. She just came home sporting her Winter color.

[inkskinned]

it’s my fault. it’s just that when we met it was autumn; her red-orange hair and crackling laughter. there’s a little spooky in her, a lot of play. and what a better time for falling?

i didn’t realize it for the first few years - something shifting, something so subtle. the winter makes us all cold, the summer makes us all a little out of our minds. i just loved her, because she was incredible, and i was the luckiest person alive.

it’s just that i realized that spring came with sudden bursts of cold. it’s just that summer frequently raged in with fire sprouting from her lips. it’s just that winter was the worst of all, her eyes dead. it’s just that autumn loves me different; throws herself into it without the clingy sweat of summer. i used to love that summer girl, you know? i loved how wild she was, the way in summer she took every risk she could. but i carried her home drunk one too many times, cleaned up one too many of the messes she made for no reason than to enjoy the sensation of burning. and winter was worse; the shutdown, the isolation. how she became distant, a blizzard, caught up in her own head, unable to tell me what was wrong and unable to think i actually wanted to listen.

she comes home, her hair bleached white. a dark smile on her lips. the shadowy parts of her are back. they loom like icicles overhead. she kisses me with her body held at a distance, a peck on my cheek that feels like an iceberg. she makes polite conversation and we go to bed early, our bodies untouching. 

it is a lonely season, i think on the ninth day of this. winter is cold. winter is known for the death of things. when i look at her, i see the girl i fell for, inhabited by an alien. she was the first women i loved so much i felt it would kill me. i can’t leave. when i wake her up with my crying, she tells me to shush and go back to sleep. she’s different like this, quiet, doesn’t eat. 

three days later i stare at myself in the mirror. i wonder if it’s me. if the fat on my body or something in my face or the wrinkles and she doesn’t love me. i try prettier lingerie, lean cuisine, i try different hair, more makeup, try harder. it doesn’t work. she looks at me the same; that empty gaze that neither loves nor condemns my actions. 

somewhere in februrary i lose it. we’re fighting again, from car to restaurant to car to home again. we fight about stupid things, small things; i tell her i feel she doesn’t love me, she says i’m not listening. the circle goes around and around, old pain peeling back, new pain unhealing. i sleep on the couch.

i wake up when i hear her crying, white hair around her all messed up. the kind of sobbing that only comes at two in the morning, heavy and thick and hurting. my winter girl. my heart is breaking. she looks up at me like i’m her anchor. “i’m sorry i’m like this,” she says. and i start saying, it’s okay i’m here we’re married, but she just shakes her head and says, “I know this isn’t the real me.”

i hold her cold hand. she stares at the blankets. “i am different in winter,” she whispers, “i know i am and i’m sorry.” she looks at me. “why do you think i dye my hair? cut it off? get rid of the old me?”

i tell her it’s okay. we’re together and it’s okay, and then she whispers, “i’m sorry you married four of me.”

we lay there like that, her head on my chest. she falls asleep. i stare at the ceiling, thinking of the way she sounded when she was crying. how i helped put her in that pain. how i promised in sickness and in health and everything in between.

the next day i spend at the library. there aren’t enough books on how to love someone with seasonal affective disorder so i make my own, notes and pages and little ideas on post-its. and i take a deep breath and make myself a promise.

she comes home to her favorite dinner and we kiss and she’s uneasy but that’s okay. the next day i bring home flowers and the next day she finds little love notes in her pockets. i love her quiet, the way winter demands, understand her sex drive is faltering; spend more time just cuddling. we drink wine and we kiss and some part of her starts relaxing. 

the truth is there is no loving someone out of their mental illness. the truth is that you can love someone in despite of it; love them loud enough to give them an excuse to believe they can make their way out of it.

and i learn. i remember the rebirth of spring, when she starts thawing. we kiss and have picnics in pretty dresses. i remember her joy at little birds and her rain dancing. i fall in love with the flowers in her cheeks and the little bursts of cleaning. i fall in love with summer’s slow walks and milkshakes and shouting to music playing too loud on the speakers. i fall in love with her dancing, with the sunfire energy. and when winter comes; i am ready. i remember that snow used to look pretty. i fall in love with the hearth of her, with the holiday, with the slow smile that spreads across her face so shyly. i fall in love with how she looks in boots and mittens and every day i find another reason to love her the way she deserves - they way i always should have.

she comes home with her white hair and dark smile and a package in her hands. i ask to see what it is and that small shy grin comes creeping out. it’s a sunlamp packed in with medication. she looks at me with those wide eyes and that beautiful winter blush. “i’m trying to get better,” she whispers, “i promise.”

recovery doesn’t look immediate. sometimes it isn’t neat. i can’t say we never fight or that we’re suddenly complete. but each day, that tiny girl’s strength gives me another reason. i love her. i love her while she tames the roller coaster of spring; i love her for reigning in the summer storms; i love her for taking her winter and trying to be warm. it is hard, because everything worth it is hard. she spreads out her autumn leaves; mixes the best parts of her into everything. learns to take winter’s silence for a moment before yelling in summer. learns to take autumn’s spice and give it to spring. we are both learning.

one day she comes home and her hair is different, but it’s a style i don’t know. i kiss it and tell her that she’s beautiful and the inside of me swells like a flood. i’m so glad that she’s mine. every part of her. the whole. i am the luckiest person on earth. and i always have been. but she’s hugging me and saying, “thank you for helping me,” and i can’t explain why i’m crying.

this is what love is; not always an emotion but rather your actions. the choices we make when we realize our lives would be empty if the other was absent. this is what love is: letting them grow, helping them find their way in out of the cold. this is what love is: sometimes it takes work to see how the thing you planted together actually grows.

this is what love looks like in an autumn girl: it is winter and she glows.

[sarahakele]

I’m actually sobbing jesus christ

[writing-prompt-s]

Science fiction is full of first contact stories, but is there a such thing as LAST contact?  Decide exactly what that means, and write about it.

[elidyce]

It was too late, when the humans came. They were a young species, still exploring outwards, vital and thriving. 

We… were not. 

War had ravaged us, and sickness, and war once again, until our population dwindled beyond the point of recovery. We struggled against that, of course… we used genetic manipulation, and cloning, and even more desperate measures. None succeeded. When the humans came, we were sinking into apathy, only a few tens of us left. We had begun to discuss whether we should commit a mass suicide, or simply wait to fade away. 

And then the young species came, in their clumsy ships, and they asked us why we were so few. 

“We are becoming extinct,” we told them. “We have passed the point of recovery.” 

It is custom to avoid the races that are dying – once a species reaches the point of inevitable extinction, even war is suspended, and the fiercest enemy pulls back. The custom was born of plagues and poisons that could be carried forth from a dying world to afflict a healthy one, but it has the implacable weight of tradition now. After we are gone, after they have waited for the prescribed period of quarantine, there will be a fight for our world. Habitable worlds are few, and this is a good one, with plenty of free groundwater and thriving vegetation. It is a bitter thing to be grateful for the custom that allows us to die in peace, but we are grateful.

But the humans don’t know that custom, and they do not leave. They seem distraught, when we tell them we are dying, and try to offer their aid - but their technology is behind ours, and it is too late. When they realize that they can’t save us, though, they do something that bewilders us. 

Keep reading

[not-another-npc]

Art by @toxicdogs - bsky | kofi

Extremely excited to unveil the art I commissioned from the incredible ToxicDogs for my Arcane x Locked Tomb AU fanfic, Don't You Want Someone Crazy Like Me, Babe?

My hc is that Gideon and Vi would be the biggest gym bros / drinking mates / best buds.

The fic started off with the idea of "what if my two favorite fictional sapphic couples played an RPG together?" and then grew legs and ran.

Tox did an amazing job bringing these two to life and y'all should definitely check them out if you need any work done!

[ragekagegames]

NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL TOXIC YURI!

I just spend not an insignificant amount of time making this abomination. Y'all can blame/thank @jesspendley.

Also I couldn't decide how to do the background so you get all three.

[jesspendley]

I’ve never been prouder.

[salmonademouth]

i don't care how fucking good your analysis of the scene is if you call it "sesbian lex" i'm not reblogging it

[riza-hawks-eye]

Fortiche Studios on Jinx and Vi's Mother: Beloved friend and a great inspiration to Silco and Vander, a ray of sunshine, a revolutionary and a mother. Mourned and remembered by all.

Fortiche Studios on Jinx and Vi's Father: idk, he was a miner I guess.

[jesspendley]

Fortiche clearly understands biological fathers.

[ragekagegames]

I've just posted the first chapter of my latest fic! It's a modern AU crossover with CaitVi from Arcane and Griddlehark from The Locked Tomb from Vi's POV.

This fic basically started with the idea of "What if my two favorite fictional sapphic couples played an RPG together?" and it sort of spun into this. I anticipate there will be 3-4 chapters in total. :)

Vi desperately wishes she could put into words what she’s been enduring. She’s frustrated with herself, angry at the way she stays silent instead of speaking what’s on her mind. Her thoughts eat at her from the inside, pushing for a way out, fighting to be exposed. Clenching her jaw, Vi fills with envy over how Cait seems to be able to just…talk. To take emotions and release them from her lips with ease. Vi’s press up against the back of her teeth, threatening to explode. --- There's a bit of trouble in paradise for Cait and Vi.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[jkparkin]

Punk Dazzler by Ramon Villalobos

[jesspendley]

Oh, my Gosh, this fucks so hard.

[gingermarshmallow]

[ragekagegames]

*sobs quietly*

Wait.. I just used quietly.

[hawkeabelas]

you're allowed to say "sex" on the internet. See? I just did it. Sex. Sex sex sex. You don't have to say s*x or smex or Adult Fun Times or s3x or "spice" any other variation of self-censorship on tumblr dot com you can just spell out the word SEX i am going to scream until the heat death of the universe

[ragekagegames]

Sesbian Lex will be the death of me.

[ragekagegames]

Thinking about how these boys saved each other's lives.

[ragekagegames]

"I've learned so much from her."

[technicoloryuri]