#possibly a wizard

[ask-typhon-blog]

I'll have one of whatever will be the most painful please and thank you. Also, your kitchen may be on fire. *whistles innocently*

Typhon stops polishing a glass and looks at you. “The most painful? My understanding was that alcohol was to forget pain, not cause it, unless you wish for an immediate hangover? The best I can do right now is 10 minutes until a splitting headache, but if you prefer something faster, hitting yourself with a barstool could speed up the process. Maybe one of the other patrons would be willing to assist you?” Mixing together a vial or two from his bandolier and a couple bottles from the shelf behind him, Typhon sets out a bronze tankard in front of you. 

“That’ll be 5 copper, and to my knowledge we don’t have a kitchen. Unless you set the cellar on fire, but if that were true that means you can set water on fire… You’re not a wizard, are you?”

[favouritequeeronthecitadel]

Look I knew I had Character Creation Problems when I went into D&D....I didn’t go into this unaware...but I currently have a Rogue, a Bard, and 2 warlocks fully created, along with a Paladin and a Druid in the works. I grossly underestimated the effect this would have....

[abigailspinach]

Mel took me home. When we got there and he turned the bike off the silence pressed against me. The sudden quiet is almost always loud when you’ve been on a motorcycle and got somewhere and stopped and turned it off, but this was different. Mel didn’t say any more about the night’s events. He didn’t say any more about SOF taking me out to the lake the next day. I could see him wanting to … but as I’ve said before, one of the reasons Mel and I were still seeing each other after four years was because we could not talk about things sometimes. This included that we both knew when to shut up.

It was blissful, spending time with someone who would leave you alone. I loved him for it. And I was happy to repay in kind.

It had never occurred to me that leaving someone alone could harden into a habit that could become a barrier. It had never occurred to me before now. I had to repress the desire that he not shut up this time.

I had to repress the desire to ask him if I could talk to him. But what could I have said?

We stood there in the darkness for a minute or two. He was rubbing another of his tattoos, the sand wheel, on the back of his left hand. Then he came with me to check that I still had Kenny’s bicycle and the tires weren’t flat. Then he kissed me and left. “See you tomorrow,” is all he said.”

— Sunshine by Robin McKinley

[nderasori]

Sometimes you just have to go outside because things just be happening out there.

Last night I was birdwatching by the river and an old man walked up with one of those big white wood stain buckets.

Strange old man: "Birdwatcher?"

"Yep!"

"I got some critters here"

He then holds the bucket up and moves some sticks that are in there, revealing 3 little deer mice.

"They're in the yard. I flush 'em out with the hose and bring 'em here."

He then immediately walks off into the grass. Thank you, strange old man with a bucket of mice.

[spidergirl-fibula]

Character idea: hobo living out in the forest with only a cowbell and plant synthesizer to play music with the mushrooms