#1 Cib Donner Defender

An account dedicated to posting about my dnd campaigns like they’re a well known piece of media and I’m in the fandom.

[chumsterfire]

Evan Kelmp in the my style of american animation/anime

@quiddie this season is amazing. thank you so much!

[cryptiidcrowe]

“ i have hands for building altars, lips to pray to reckless gods, i was made to be a devotee “

my turn to jump on this trend!! which one is the devotee is the real question (it’s both)

[zookie-art]

Shadows and light ~

[opheliapurple]

One of my favorite things about Arthur and John’s weird relationship is their refusal to properly delegate.

In quite literally every other shared-body story in the history of mankind, working together in tandem with each other would be one of the very first things attempted.

Sure we have “ORTHUR, Jesus Christ orthur they’re dead. They’re all dead. FUCK orthur, it’s Thomas the Tank Engine. He’s staring at you orthur. There’s blood everywhere- WE NEED TO GO-“ etc etc, but that doesn’t count. They fail every single Quick Time event that crosses their path because sometimes John will deliver information, sometimes Arthur will make an action, and neither will happen at the same time.

They both act like they’re just standing very close to one another. They have the problem solving capabilities of two people losing a three legged race.

They are tasked with minding a lighthouse flame upon pain of mysterious and creepy monster-death and god forbid BOTH of them pitch in at the same time. Could you imagine either of them being that reasonable? Their hearts would give out under the strain.

Instead tweedlestupid with one hand and zero eyes minds the light while tweedlestupider with one hand and two eyes dedicates every sense available to the crusade of maintaining their back and forth pre/post/current divorce level bitching.

But even before that, the way they chose to tackle the feat of driving was as insane as it was hilarious. That’s when I knew they were incurable morons and deserved to be stitched together on the celestial plane for the rest of their arcane lives.

Tldr: You could merge the consciousness of any other two souls on this planet together and get a more immediately capable pair. That’s how you know they’re soulmates.

[thecatinthepurplepants]

okay I'm working on a malevolent/tma crossover fic rn (no I don't have a real plot with a beginning, middle, or end planned yes its mostly just vibes so far shush) where Jartin and Jarthur bump into each other and obviously I wanna have Jon able to see and hear John because he has Special Eyes and I just had the funniest fucking thought

Jon hears John talking to Arthur probably describing things around them to him and at some point he HAS to ask

Jon: um, Arthur, quick question, why is the entity currently taking up residence in your brain, eyes, and certain portions of your left extremities Canadian?

Arthur, genuinely confused: I'm sorry, fucking what???

John: what the fuck is a Canadian?

Arthur: one second John, I'll explain later- what do you MEAN he's Canadian, where did you get that idea from???

Jon: Arthur he has a Canadian accent. Like, a noticeable Canadian accent. He pronounces "about" as "aboot" pretty consistently.

Arthur, realization dawning on his face: ... oh my god.

Jon: I've literally heard him slip up and pronounce your name as "Orthur" when he gets panicked

John: Orthur what the fuck is he talking aboot!?

Arthur, doesn't know whether to laugh or cry: oh my god

[ooooowormboy]

THE SORRY. THE WAY HE PRONOUNCES SORRY. I THOIGJT I WAS GOING INSANE

[izel-scribbles]

ohhh i get it. so it will come back is jarthur from john's pov and francesca is from arthur's pov

[oddlyfondoffantasy]

I know the Malevolent fandom is well aware of Will Wood, but I can't quite get over exactly how well Against the Kitchen Floor suits the John and Arthur dynamic

[ooooowormboy]

I was talking to my friend about this in the car, but I’m really glad we got the Lark Black Trumpet interaction this episode. Because, look, we’ve got Dede as another teen in the party, but Dede’s not exactly a NORMAL teen. I mean, Lark isn’t EITHER, but they’re closer. So I think it’s so fun to see Lark have that brash teenage arrogance because we haven’t gotten to see that from them!!!! Especially because number one, that confidence PAID OFF and they succeeded, but also because that brash confidence was combined with horrible nervousness during that whole black trumpet interaction. It’s so fun for us to see, even in a high stakes situation, Lark is a teenager, they’re a kid, and their characterization reflects that.

[ooooowormboy]

OKAY. I’ll get into serious posting for latest ep of WC but can I just start with how funny it is, #1, for two of the PCs (and like the whole party behind the scenes) trying to pull a looney-tunes-esque scheme to get non and Cassius to kiss and it WORKING???? Like HELLO???? And #2 Knight just going “he’s such a top” about Cassius like FIVE MINUTES INTO THEIR THIRD INTERACTION—

I’m CRUMBLING

[ooooowormboy]

Listening to this latest episode has made me remember that no matter how skilled and capable Morri and Krag are, they’re the most desperate and lost characters in the group.

AND I DON’T MEAN THAT IN A BAD WAY!

But it’s an interesting dynamic because Krag and Morri don’t have roots in the city at all, whereas Cib and Alfred do. That means Krag and Morri have less to lose, and are generally at a disadvantage bc a lot of the time this stuff is new for them! They’re both very strong and capable characters but it’s important to realize that a lot of the time the city and technology is unknown to them, they don’t have houses of their own, and they’re really just trying to sort their shit out rn.

[ooooowormboy]

Just. Alfred.

Alfred, who’s first instinct after leaving terrorizing an evil king with a snake god is to gather up the darkness left behind and create a ring of shadow just??? On the battlefield??? With a 20 FOOT RADIUS.

But at the same time,

Alfred, who, when he saw Cib shooting out the window of the caravan and almost falling, grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back, becoming unbelievably flustered even though they’re about 20 seconds away from imminent death via bull-drawn death race

Alfred, who only has 70s food, who was sent to the principal’s office for two WILDLY different reasons in his life, who helps Cib make eggs at two in the morning to feed to Morri, who makes coffee in the morning while Cib cleans the dishes, who lends his friends his clothes and pays for them without a second thought

GUYS I MISSED HIM SO MUCHHHH

[ooooowormboy]

The absolute WHIPLASH of going from a bull riding caravan chase away from an evil king going to Cib and Alfred domestically talking and making food for Morri 😭😭😭 they r so. GOD. Gay people.

[ooooowormboy]

Non and Nari are SOOO.

I hate you. I love you. You like pencils more than paints. I wish you cared about me. I wish you saw how much I cared about you. I wish I never had to take care of you. I wish I had been left with somebody else. I wish you’d tell me things. I wish you’d trust me. I’m so angry at you. I’d do anything for you. I can’t look at you right now. I miss you.

Just. Damn.

[ooooowormboy]

Non’s the type of bitch to wear like. One of those nerdy comic print jackets, and then his shirt has letters on it so you’re like “oh it’s a bad science pun” but instead it’s just really sad song lyrics.

[ooooowormboy]

Ok but you cannot TELL ME non wouldnt cry his eyes out at Nimona. The “I see you. You’re not alone.” He’s gone. Dead on the floor.

(Can you tell I’m processing the “I hate you”)

[ooooowormboy]

Since the people were asking, here’s the people playing in the Wonderland Campaign (yes there are repeat players/ppl I love them)

Same format, Player: Character/Role

Flint: DM (it’s their first campaign and they’re doing GREAT I’m so proud)

Worm: Agamemnon Vesper

Kalimba: Didi (I’m so sorry Kal I cannot, for the LIFE OF ME, spell out her full name)

Knight: Nari Vesper

Julip: Greer Cheshire (The Father Figure)

Osprey: Tari

Daybreak: Lark

[ooooowormboy]

“You look into her eyes and you know if there weren’t bars between you she’d gut you where you stand.”

“I put my hand between the bars.”

AGAMEMNON VESPER HOLY SHIT