#dwdtg

[basicfuckingbio]

I love that the dnd chat is basically me just sending happy little owls because everyone’s more invested in my NPC’s familiar than literally anything else.

[basicfuckingbio]

When you let your players name an npc and later realize it's a spoonerism of a dick joke. Thus diggbee "big D" Fivful the cleric was born.

[basicfuckingbio]

When your friend points out that one member of your otp only comes up to the others hip…

[basicfuckingbio]

I think I have a problem, and that problem is my love of puzzles and traps

[basicfuckingbio]

Advantage of creating your own shit: lots of queer representation and also good wholesome queer relationships that the mainstream refuses to give. Disadvantage: awkwardly flirting with yourself while your friends listen

[quackels]

De Debil vent dern teh jerja

Her were lurkin fur a shirl ta stear

He wers en a brnd curse ey wis wee beehind

Err he wers wearin ta merk a deer

Van day cam ehcris thas yong min

Swerin ern uh fidder n preyin it hert

Ant ze Debil jompt apron a hackery stinp

Ernd sernd "ber lemmur tear ya wot,

Eh geese yo dodn't knaw et, bot Ima fadle pleyer, tuh-

Ernd erf yad keer ta tek a dear earl merka bet werth yer,

Na ye ploy praty gud fadle boi, buh gib da Debil 'is duh;

Air berta fidder er gourde agernst yer sore

'Cuz oi thonk am batter thin ye".

Da ber serd, "mer nerm's jerneh ernd eat mert bee uh shin

Butt oil tank yar bet, ur gun a rugrat

Cruise em da berst debts erver bean"

Joni, roisen op yer bow ent ploy yar fadle heart!

Cruise hers brick lose in gorge-uh nd da debil deers da curds

End off ya ween, yau gater shin knee fadle mad iv' geld

Boot ef ye loose, deh Debil gets yar sour

Da debil erpenned urp hus cause ernd her cert "luts strut dis store"

Amp foir floo frem es fongertaps ass he roasted ape es boo

[darkphoenix401]

Micro Story #6: Illusion

Geth closed his eyes tightly, hoping that when he opened them again the image before him would have disappeared, just like the illusions he had begged his father to let him see. With a shaky breath he slowly cracked an eye open. No luck. The scene before him hadn’t changed much. There were more people now then when he had last looked, frantically throwing buckets of water on the burning building. However his father still lay face down before him, having succumbed from the smoke shortly after breaking down the door. One brave soul had rushed into the building to drag his mother out but they had been too late. She also lay in the street, glassy eyes staring blankly at the sky.

This was definitely no illusion. They were gone.

[darkphoenix401]

During our last dnd session Geth, a beanpole of a sorcerer, burst into a fantasy bingo hall, yelled the equivalent of Bingo, went over to Aurix, the gold dragonborn paladin who was playing, grabbed her by the face, told her that something fishy was going on at a factory, then stood up, pointed at a random player in the room, said they were cheating, and then just fucking left the room.