It's Time for an Adventure

Jude, current lifeguard, future disappointment, possible witch. Any of the crazy BS I do, maybe cut with writing advice.

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no more worlds like this

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Okay But

AU where the Silent World expedition is an actual D&D campaign held by Poetry Student Onni and various others. Taru, Siv, and Törbjörn rotate DM duties as their schedules allow, but Onni is by far the worst substitute. Like, remember the first book raid? Emil’s all “DID I IMPRESS MY COMMANDING OFFICER” and Onni’s like “Well, you can roll a d20 and find out.”

He rolls a 1.

“Lol no u throw up on her shoes.”

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Oh my gosh, this is amazing. (Please tell me you’re going to write something with this?)

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I….don’t know! I’ve actually thought about how that AU would work out, ‘cuz I am a sucker for the shits and the giggles if there ever was one, but….idk?? Is anything harebrained really ever out of the question? Maybe goofy drabbles?

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Q: does sigrun’s character initially have like 10,000 tattoos and is part dragon and can punch all the way down to the earth’s core and it takes the combined efforts of Everyone to pare it way back.

Does Mikkel describe the apron every time he has the opportunity. “I use my free action to put on my apron” “I mean….technically you never took it off” “I use my free action to admire my apron”

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1. I strongly believe this to have been the case.

2. How much do you want to bet he does this for the explicit purpose of annoying the DM, too. Like, they all occasionally push the DM’s buttons, but few do it as thoroughly and with as much intent as Mikkel. He writes the apron on his character sheet. He conveniently forgets to take it off in fights until the DM retcons it off. He is owning the hell out of this character.

3. Reynir is invited dragged into the game late; to dissuade people from bringing in other latecomers mid-campaign, he gets his backstory and miserably low stats. 

4. Whoever’s cat Kitty is, someone one day just said “can she play, too?” and bam. Kitty gets a player character. Sometimes, when they remember.

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oh my goddddddddd I LOVE THIIIIS. Mikkel very specifically has his own lore/backstory and he’s just waiting to fuck up the DM with it. Every time DM is like ‘can i please have your backstory so that i dont write myself into a corner’ Mikkel is like “I have more than one sibling and less than fifty’ or something cryptic like that and the DM is like fuck, you

lmfaooo reynir god. I love this, this implies Reynir joins the game late and then looks at his character sheet halfway through the session and is like ‘shit, guys, wait, I’m a mage!!!’ and no one believes him like jesus reynir Trond /just/ gave you all these miserable stats and Reynir is like no, guys, seriously, I just checked the sheet, and Emil screeches from his corner “YOU ONLY JUST NOW LOOKED AT IT????”

anyway no one believes it until he shoves it in lalli’s face and lalli twists his mouth into the thinnest line and says ‘i guess.’

I like to think lalli specifically requests to have no languages in common with anyone except tuuri because he doesn’t want to talk to anyone, then realizes that this is a very big hindrance when he starts to Actually want to play the game. 

Also, because they switch DM’s so often, tuuri is the one who keeps all the maps. also also, Sigrun hoiks Kitty in the air when it’s her turn and screeches “WHAT DO YOUR KITTY EYES SEE” while someone rolls for her. 

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Torbjörn: Coming into the vehicle bay, you see an enormous tank with armor plating and a big gun. Tuuri: eeeeeeeee! Siv: … which is reserved for actual military use, of course.  Behind it, there’s an open-sided go-kart with five seats, a small luggage rack and an external fuel tank. Siv and Torbjörn: *glaring at each other* Mikkel: Perhaps it would be a good time to order pizza while our esteemed hosts work this one out.

By the time Siv and Torbjörn compromise on the Cat-Tank, the pizza has arrived (I am picturing Emil opening one of the boxes and Reynir popping out.  Somehow.  Shhh, don’t overthink it) and everyone decides that the session is over.  Onni is running the next session.

Onni: Emil! Quick, what’s your character doing now? Emil: Uh … I’m … leaning against the side of the tank? Onni: Make a dexterity check. Emil: Oh, for fuck’s sake, Onni.  *rolls a 1* Onni: You broke it.

LATER:

Emil: I search the room. Torbjörn: You find an entire bookcase full of valuable books! Emil: Great!  I pick one up. Siv: It crumbles in your hands. Torbjörn: … what? Siv: I’m just saying!  After ninety years of sitting in a decaying building, exposed to the elements … Sigrun: So the ones further inside will be in better shape, right?  Protected from the elements and all. Torbjörn: Yes!  Yes, absolutely. Emil: Okay, I go to the next room. Siv: You step on a corpse. Torbjörn: GOD DAMN IT SIV

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Re: Reynir popping out of the pizza box How about he’s the delivery person and it’s his last shift and maybe he went to the same school as Tuuri and so they chat a bit. Reynir: dungeons and… dragons?? that sounds /so cool/! can i see? Tuuri: Uh, I guess… Don’t you have to work, though? Reynir: (already enthusiastically striding into the house) No, this was my last delivery! How lucky is that? This is so exciting! *at the table* Mikkel: (sensing a new opportunity to mess with the DMs) If he’s gonna watch, he needs to join the campaign. *later* Reynir: (smile slowly fading as the others explain the rules and it becomes apparent he is hopelessly underpowered) I made a huge mistake.

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turns out @vefanyar had similar thoughts :)

#also: consider Ása as the pizza service’s owner who hates Trond’s guts#and always sics Reynir the nuisance delivery guy on them on campaign nights#‘hey there sorry i forgot the pizza but i could come in and play if you need another person’

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This just keeps getting better!

Onni: Sigrun decapitates the troll. The other troll is running towards you. What do you do? Emil: I throw an incendiary at the troll! Onni: Roll a D20. Emil: *rolls a 20* YES! FINALLY! Onni: …you blow up the troll, and also the entire building. Emil: What? NO!

MUCH, MUCH LATER:

Onni: Okay. So when we left off, you were surrounded by ghosts only the mages can see. Sigrun and Mikkel are unconscious- Sigrun: Booooring Mikkel: But I’m still wearing the apron, right? Onni: I AM TRYING TO TALK. Anyway, Lalli is also unconscious, Tuuri and Emil can’t see the ghosts, and Kitty has wet herself in fear. Reynir, what do you do? Reynir: Oh gosh, me? I uh…I…ask the ghosts to go away? Everyone: WHAT. Reynir: I ask the ghosts to…please go away? *leans close to Onni* Help, what do you think I should do? Onni: *sighs* Fine. You…request divine intervention. Roll a D20. Reynir: *rolls a 20* Onni: *rolls for the ghosts, stares at the dice for a minute, then closes his eyes* Reynir: Is that good? Did I help? Onni: Your cry alerts a…giant spirit owl. It tears the ghosts to pieces. The remaining ghosts flee. Everyone: WHAT.

[tainbocuailnge]

academia is fake you can only trust your fists

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New meme! name of Pain meme!

free to use! you can take free!

[winterblues]

concept playlists;

you’re lying on mossy forest floors, slowly transforming into a nymph, your fingers are turning into flower vines, your limbs are bleeding honey & growing thick skins of sepia bark, wings sprout in between your shoulder blades. your breath sounds like the wind. fireflies litter the air above you

you’re hold up in an abandoned church, outside there’s a raging storm & a horde of zombies roaming around, pressing up against the entrance doors. you & a small band of survivors are staying inside for the night in hopes to ride the bad weather out. you take first watch & listen to these tunes on an old ipod while everyone else tries to get some rest & the undead crawl outside, awaiting the taste of human flesh.

you’re in your boyfriend’s pickup. he’s asleep in the passenger seat, you’re driving without a destination in mind & you have the window down as you let the cool night air whip against your face in a state of pleasant delirium you’re on a rooftop somewhere, there’s 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. you’re feeling peaceful for the first time all week

you’re lying in the middle of a crop circle forty miles from your grandma’s old house waiting for aliens to come and abduct you

it’s four pm in the afternoon and you’ve got your head in the lap of the only boy you’ve ever loved & you’re reading jane eyre & he’s sipping on tea & it’s the kind of weather where it’s just warm enough for you to pretend it’s summer & it’s drizzling & you’re listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes you’re curled up in bed as it pours outside, there’s a citywide blackout and the last candle you had left has finally blown out, but you feel strangely at peace within the warm, all-consuming dark

you’re making out in the bathroom of a house party with someone that makes you feel like you’ve swallowed the sun you’re standing amidst a city you burned to the ground. the apocalypse has come & gone. all that’s left is ashes & mortar & sad bones but you’re feeling empowered. a slow smile creeps up your lips as you realize how you’ve always wanted to watch the world burn you wander into wonderland and now you’re suddenly being crowned fairie queen, apparently there’s a prophecy waiting to be fulfilled  it’s mid morning but it’s dark outside from the rain. you thought the tapping on the window was from the rain but it’s actually a crow that flickers out of sight when you look directly at it you’re sipping on cherry cola by the pool on a lazy sunday & you’re feeling younger than you’ve ever been you’re summoning old ghosts in an abandoned parking lot on a smoggy thursday night

[transgirl-catra]

I AM SCREAMING HOLY SHIT

(shoutout to @lessthanthreelalli for turning my idea into a meme which turned out way better than I thought it would be)

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Anna Taberko          -          https://www.instagram.com/anna.taberko

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Oh my god.

That end-of-summer lifeguard party was fucking wild.

Granted, our manager just about shit a brick, but it was so fun.

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Some bastard hit a skunk on Grand. Hope it doesn’t get carried around to the entire town.

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I now have chlorine burns on my face, and it will generall go away in a week, or a week and a half, but until then, god does it suuuuuuck.

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Actually going to sleep at a reasonable time. What is this witchcraft?

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I sacrificed another little piece of my finger to the lane line.

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I have already sacrificed a chunk of my thumb to the swimming pool and the vengeful god that surely dwells within.

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Couple more speedpaints, trying out some different brushes.

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Some foresty speedpaints.

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‘Lost, forgotten and dead’ © Daryl Toh Liem Zhan 2014. 

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