#Rainivere

[bekahdoesnerdshit]

♞: Caring for each other while ill and ♟: Patching up a wound for bitch bastard and her pirate

♞: Caring for each other while ill

“They just call it that, it doesn’t actually mean—“ the boat lurches, and so does Raini’s stomach. She reaches blindly for the recently emptied bucket beside her, retches, and promptly refills it. The room’s stale, acrid scent is suddenly much fresher, but while Ecstasy wrinkles her nose in disgust and steps back  Raini just closes her eyes, groans, and rests her forehead on the rim of the bucket. “…it doesn’t actually mean I’m sick,” she finishes, voice scratchy and tired.

Ecstasy, to her credit, is at least trying to act like she doesn’t think the scene in front of her is as funny as she does. She isn’t trying very hard, of course, but fortunately Raini is too preoccupied to notice. “That’s what I’m saying, Angel. I’m not so sure it is just seasickness. Seen a lot of sick sailors, and it usually doesn’t include… all of this.”

“We’re on a ship, it’s rocking, and I’m throwing up. What else would it be?” Raini retorts, but her words lack their usual heat. “Why are we sailing, anyway? Isn’t the whole point of you that your ship flies?

Ecstasy snorts. “You’re the one who asked for discretion. We can run friendly colors, your little disguise spell can help the crew pass at a glance, but people are gonna start asking questions if the ship’s out of the water.”

Raini turns her head to glare, but the effect is somewhat ruined by the way the rim of the bucket presses against her cheek. “…fine.” She deflates as she concedes the point, suddenly looking like the effort it would take to continue the argument just isn’t worth it to her anymore. She’s tired, she aches head to toe like she just got out of a fight where the people supposed to be taking the hits didn’t do a very good job drawing attention away from her, and the stupid, drafty ship is so cold that she’s shivering hard enough to make her teeth chatter. Stupid ocean. Stupid boat. Stupid pirate. 

It’s the refusal to bicker that actually gives Ecstasy pause, that makes her brush back her coat so she can squat down next to Raini and reach out to brush her knuckles across Raini’s forehead. She lets out a low whistle when she can feel the unnatural warmth even against her heat-resistant skin. “You’re not gonna like this,” she starts, bracing one hand on her knee to keep herself balanced while the other -the one that had briefly rested on Raini’s forehead- moves down to rest on the small of her back. She does Raini the dignity of not acknowledging the way the simple weight there smooths out some of the tension Ecstasy can see in her body, particularly between her shoulder blades, “but sea sickness usually doesn’t come with a fever. Which, unfortunately, makes one thing pretty clear.”

Raini doesn’t bother to open her eyes to respond. “...it’s something else.” she guesses dryly, groaning again when Ecstasy hums her assent. “Fuck.”

“Fuck.” Ecstasy agrees as she pulls her hand back and stands. It doesn’t take her very long to do what she stood up to do, to shed her coat and set it aside on top of a nearby crate of supplies, but when she looks back at Raini she’s watching Ecstasy through one, half-open eye. Ecstasy raises an eyebrow at her as she begins working to undo the leather straps of gun holsters resting on her hips.

“...you left.” The complaint is small, subdued in a way Raini usually isn’t, needy in a quiet way she would be beyond irritated by if she was any more herself. 

It makes Ecstasy smile. She doesn’t bother to hide it. “Just for a second.” To prove it, she sets her guns on top of her coat and moves to squat back down next to Raini. Her hand settles on Raini’s back again, this time using just a little more pressure and rubbing small circles against the aching muscles. “...let me take you up to my cabin, Raini. You’re not going to get any better hiding back here like a wounded animal, and my bed is a lot more comfortable than the floor. I’ll make sure no one bothers you up there, alright?” 

And god, after so long spent hunched over a bucket, muscles tense and aching, the gentle pressure of Ecstasy’s hand on her back feels wonderful. Raini lets the question hang for just a moment, enjoying the feeling, before finally, reluctantly, asking, “...will you keep doing this?” “If you want me to.”

“I’m going to make your room stink.”

A shrug. “It’ll air out.”

“...you’re sure?”

“Absolutely.” 

And, well. How is Raini supposed to refuse? “...you’re probably right,” she admits, as close to consent as Ecstasy is going to get. 

Seeming to understand this, Ecstasy shifts her weight so that she can gather Raini in her arms -bucket hooked around one wrist and as far from her own nose as possible- so that they can start making their way up onto the deck of the ship. She won’t, she doesn’t think, ever get used to the way Raini settles in when Ecstasy carries her. The weight of her, less than it should be for the space she takes up, the fine strands of her hair, the way they tickle Ecstasy’s chin when she pulls Raini momentarily closer to maneuver them safely through a doorway, the eventual soft thump of Raini giving in and resting her head against Ecstasy’s shoulder. 

Raini is quiet for most of the trip -out of the ordinary in and of itself- taking in the even rise and fall of Ecstasy’s chest, more deliberate now that she’s carrying Raini but certainly far from labored, her thumb brushing gently, absently, against Raini’s shoulder, the way she shifts subconscious to keep them steady as the boat rocks under her feet. She’s dozed off before the door to Ecstasy’s cabin closes behind them, and the shift from Ecstasy’s arms to her mattress isn’t enough incentive to rouse. The sound of hooves moving away across the wooden floor, however, is. “You said you would stay,” she says quietly. The sound of movement stops.

“...well,” Ecstasy starts, choosing her words carefully. Her voice is coming from too far away for Raini’s liking. “I wasn’t sure how close you wanted me.”

“You know where I want you,” comes the murmured response.

There’s a moment of silence, then the sound of footsteps yet again, and the bed dips beside Raini as a hand once again settles on her back. “I guess I do.” Ecstasy answers quietly. “Go on, get some rest. Otherwise, what was the point in dragging you up here? I’ll still be here when you wake up. I promise.”

And, for once, Raini does as she’s told.

♟: Patching up a wound

“You’re the worst.”

“Why, thank you.”

“You are the stupidest person I have the misfortune of knowing.”

“We both know that’s absolutely not true.”

“And more than that you are, apparently, a terrible pirate.”

“…well now Angel, that’s just mean.”

They’re sprawled out on one of the lower decks of the ship after having been swept away from the fighting above by Raini’s magic, Ecstasy looking a mess and grinning broadly despite the crossbow bolt buried in her gut, Raini in much better shape and scowling fiercely. “I am mean. And you are a fool,” she informs Ecstasy as she assesses her wound. “Did you not see the archer? They were feet from you. Maybe if you weren’t so preoccupied with whirling around, flashing that shotgun and making the tails of your coat spin out—“

Ecstasy laughs at that, then laughs harder at the way Raini looks up sharply to pin her with an indignant, exasperated glare. Her laughter quickly devolves into a pained groan, but the grin still tugging at the corner of her mouth betrays her untempered spirits. “Fucking— God, that hurt. You really can’t make me laugh right now. I was just trying to say: shit, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were fussing because you were worried about me.”

Raini’s scowl darkens, and she quickly returns her attention to the crossbow bolt. “It’s a good thing you know better, then.” She retorts as she reaches up to grip the shaft of the bolt as close to Ecstasy’s stomach as she can manage and brace her other hand close to the entry point.

Ecstasy tenses instinctively and reaches out to intercept Raini’s wrist, grin going wary. “Careful there, sweetheart,” she warns. “I get that you make it your business to try and keep from gettin’ shot, but I’ve got plenty of experience. And let me tell you: that thing’s keeping my blood in right now, and it’ll hurt like a bitch to take it out. As much as I appreciate you getting me out of the middle of things, why don’t we leave this part to somebody who knows how to patch me up afterward, hm?”

The look Ecstasy gets in response is withering and wholly unimpressed. “I know what I’m doing.” Raini twists her hand free of Ecstasy’s loose grip and reaches for the bolt again. “I’m pulling on three. One—“

“Come on, Raini. That's not funny,” Ecstasy objects again, now trying to push Raini off her lap.

Raini braces herself, her thighs squeezing tight against Ecstasy’s as she tries to ignore the protests. “Stop- Stop jostling me, you’re going to make it hurt more. Two—“

“Raini, I mean it! Knock it off!” Ecstasy snaps, an edge to her voice like she’s barking orders at her crew. 

Raini rolls her eyes, hard, but finally sits back. “You’re ridiculous,” she says. “I know what I’m doing. You’ve seen who I travel with, you know I’ve had practice.” 

Ecstasy sags back against the wall, visibly relieved that Raini let go and backed off. Raini has a nasty habit of being willful to the point of belligerence. Once she gets it into her head to do something, there’s hardly a force in the world that can talk her out of it. “Yeah, and I also know you’re a whole lot better at blowing people up than patching them up afterwards. If you’re that worried, go grab Lent. I trust her to put me back together.” 

“I’m sure you remember, but she’s a little busy at the moment.” As though to punctuate her words, directly above them: the sound of heavy footsteps, a shout, the flash of brilliant, blinding light bleeding through the gaps in the boards, the thud of a body hitting the deck. Raini raises her eyebrows as though to say ‘I told you so’ before continuing. “What would you have us do until she’s done? Do you plan to just sit here and bleed out?”

Ecstasy grins again, the expression slipping right back into place now that the danger has passed. “With you to keep me company? I’d die happy,” she teases, winking.

“…keep you company, hm?” There’s a brief pause before Raini is slipping back into Ecstasy’s lap, mindful of the crossbow bolt, her hands this time drifting along toward Ecstasy’s hips rather than toward her stomach. Maybe it should be suspicious that Raini so easily dropped the subject and let herself be led to something new, but in that moment Ecstasy is just glad that she did. And, quite frankly, she’s more than happy with this new development. “And what exactly would that look like? There’s… something pretty substantial in our way here.”

Ecstasy hums, reaching out with greedy hands to slip one hand up into Raini’s hair, the other along the smooth fabric of her robes. “Aren’t you always telling me how smart you are?” She teases, leaning in as though to steal a kiss, delighted when Raini lets her close instead of pulling away. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out for us…”

Raini’s answer is a noncommittal noise, and it’s almost enough to make Ecstasy pull back and ask her what she meant by it. But then their lips brush, and suddenly very little else matters. Their lips brush, and it’s distraction enough that the whispered, “...three,” slips by unnoticed until it’s too late. Raini grips the shaft of the bolt and pulls, and the way Ecstasy howls underneath her as it comes free— Well, it certainly doesn't rank among the most flattering noises she's made under Raini's hands. And then comes the blood, hot and slick and pouring out of her as freely as Ecstasy had known it would when she told Raini the first fucking time to leave well enough alone, and—

…and then a crackling, a pulse of energy that radiates out from a hand pressed against the hole in her gut. It thrums through her, and when it goes it takes the pain from the wound with it. Raini sits back on her heels looking incredibly self-satisfied, holding the bloody crossbow bolt in one hand while she wipes her forehead with the back of her other, careful to keep her bloodstained palm away from the wisps of her hair. “Oh, you really thought there was a kind of magic I couldn’t do? You thought I couldn't heal?” She scoffs, rolling her eyes and making no effort to suppress the look of smug satisfaction on her face. “You really should know better by now. Honestly. It’s insulting.” 

“...well, fuck me.” Ecstasy marvels as she takes stock of herself, reaching to prod at her stomach. Her shirt is still torn and bloody, but while her stomach is a little pink and a little sensitive, the skin is undeniably smooth and intact. She lets out a low whistle, cutting her eyes up to Raini in time to see her preen at the compliment. “A pretty neat trick, I’ll give you that. But, Angel?” 

“Mm?” Raini had already stood while Ecstasy was inspecting her handiwork and is in the middle of Prestidigitating her hands clean when Ecstasy leans up grip the near end of the shaft of the crossbow bolt and use it as leverage to jerk Raini back down so they're eye-to-eye.

Ecstasy’s other hand darts up to catch Raini’s wrist and keep her close, noses nearly touching. She’s not above admitting it: she enjoys the way it makes Raini’s eyes shoot wide for a moment, the way her breathing picks up from the simple act. “I’m used to having my orders followed on my ship.” She warns, pitching her voice low between them. “Even by wizards who think they’re the cleverest little things on board. Do you understand what that means?”

Raini’s eyes dart from Ecstasy’s face, briefly down to her mouth, over to the hand holding her wrist. She takes her time before answering, testing Ecstasy’s grip, measuring her words, but when she speaks she has the audacity to smile with a saccharine sweetness. “It means,” she says, despite her position looking no less pleased with herself than before, “that you have quite a bit to learn about dealing with me. Come back up and help finish the fight you started, won’t you?” And with a snap of her fingers Raini shimmers and disappears, presumably to rejoin the fight above, leaving the crossbow bolt to clatter to the ground beside Ecstasy as the only proof she had been there at all.

“Mo- ther- fucker” Ecstasy huffs out, exasperation clear in every syllable, half laughing to herself as she lets her head thump back against the wall. “Little spitfire. Don’t envy the son of a bitch that ends up with their hands full of her.” With a grunt, she pushes herself up, pausing long enough to scoop up the crossbow bolt before turning to make her way back up to the main deck as well, grinning in spite of herself and spinning the bolt absently between her fingers as she goes.

#amnesia campaign #mine #thank you!! please don't acknowledge that this is eight years late. what can be done about that now. nothing. amen. #original writing #new tag because i'm VAIN #rainivere #word count: 2652 #it may not be perfect. but I have read and reread it like eighteen hundred times and at some point. 🤷

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#thank you 🙏🏼🙏🏼 #cog #rainivere #amnesia campaign #wasteland campaign #mine

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A incredible commission by @marina-does-things of my wizard Rainivere (left) and her pirate girlfriend Ecstasy (right)! Sometimes, the first time you meet the person you're going to spend the rest of your life with, she holds you hostage to negotiate the terms of your party leaving her and her crew the hell alone. And you're incensed by it, obviously. ...but also, it was kinda hot. And sometimes, your paths keep crossing (you both know it's not by accident, but neither of you are going to be the first to admit it) and you end up wrapped up in each other's lives thoroughly enough that extrication seems impossible. Until one day, horrified, you realize you've fallen in l*ve.

I can't recommend marina-does-things's work highly enough! Their art always has such wonderful attention to detail. If you're looking for a commission, I would recommend checking them out!

#dnd oc #rainivere #amnesia campaign #dungeons and dragons #dnd commission #'this is beautiful. I've been staring at it for 12 hours now' etc etc #just look at the colors!! the detail!! the expressions!!!!! #raini's blush the way you can *feel* how silky her dress is the ornate decorations on ecstasy's coat their HAIR #i made it my discord icon and i keep getting distracted when I see it because 🥰🥰 #mine #character art

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Things You Said Instead of “I Love You”

You have never once in your life said the words “I love you” to anyone. 

...admittedly, that may not be true. You love your dads, and you must have told them at some point growing up. But they’re family, so it’s different. The thought of saying those words to anyone else-- It’s unthinkable. The very idea makes something in your chest seize up, high and tight, makes you want to live the rest of your life alone and unbothered in the middle of nowhere. Most days, you don’t think you could choke the words out if your life depended on it. They’re too… much. Too open. Too intentional. How some people bandy them about like it's nothing, you’ll never understand.

But sometimes the one person helping to keep you alive is sick, and the closest thing the two of you have to a healer is, well. You. And you lied about being a cleric, you’re wildly unqualified to play nurse to anyone, and on top of everything else you have an absolutely horrendous bedside manner. You can light a fire, you can keep it burning, but they’re shivering so hard it’s like you’ve done nothing at all. You don’t like that they had the audacity to get sick when they should know you need to keep moving to keep finding work. You don’t like the way your chest goes tight as you sit and watch them suffer. And you certainly don’t like how damn helpless you feel in the face of a fever that just won’t break. Zize isn’t getting better, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

...fifteen gold. That’s what you managed to scrounge up when you left home weeks and weeks ago, what you managed to hide in a small pouch in the bottom of your bag in case you needed to cut and run in the middle of the night. The profits from the jobs you two can get mostly go toward paying for food and transportation, a roof over your heads when you can get it, but you haven’t had to break into your emergency fund yet. But Zize isn’t well enough to work, hasn’t been for long enough that your communal coffers are starting to run dry, and your conviction that whatever he’s come down with will pass on its own wanes with each day that it doesn’t.

So, finally, you make up your mind. You build up the fire, wait for Zize to fall asleep, dig your coin pouch out of the bottom of your backpack, pull up your hood and set out to find help. Help that, ultimately, takes the form of a small glass bottle you cradle carefully in both hands as you return to your campsite. You wake Zize up and help him sit up enough to drink, and by morning his fever has broken. By that afternoon he’s back on his feet and the two of you are on the road again. You’ve stopped for dinner when he finally asks how you managed to afford the potion; you lie through your teeth as you stuff your empty coin pouch back into your backpack and tell him you stole it. 

~~~

That’s the first time your heart goes soft for someone; it isn’t the last. Years pass, and while you don’t get any better at saying “I love you” the circle of people who you might consider saying it to grows slowly, begrudgingly, larger. They love you, you know that. Even if they didn’t say it -which they do. Often. You’re starting to suspect it’s just so they can see your reaction- they show it constantly. You see it in the way Cylthia motions Kiya to circle toward you when things get tight in a fight, in the way Lent will clap a hand on your shoulder and pour healing magic into you without having to be asked, in the way Zize always takes the room closer to the stairs when you stop for the night in an inn. You see it in the way you read each other’s movements as easy as if they were your own and protect each other like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You know they love you and you hope that they know you love them too, without you having to come out and say it.

But it’s not enough. You know it isn’t. And that doesn’t make it any easier to choke those words out, but... You need something. You need a way to tell them without words that you see them, that you understand them, that you want them to stay. That there’s a place for them in your life, not just because they happen to fit into it but because you carved out that space with each of them in mind. There aren’t-- There aren't words to explain that kind of devotion, the kind of importance that gives someone. Or, if there are, you don’t fucking know them. There has to be something else. A gift, something you can make them, a spell you can cast--

So you build them a house.

You pour hours of work into every detail of it, from the grand entrance to the quiet corners of the garden you designed from scratch. You want it to be safe. You want it to be home. You want it to be a gift, a love letter to the people you would and have fought the world for, but practical enough that it can’t be questioned outright. For weeks you stay up late, offer to take watches alone -which you never do- snap at anyone who so much as looks at your spellbook with far more ferocity than usual, and practice and practice and practice until your fingers twitch to mark the spell’s somatic components within the folds of your robes and you mouth the incantations in your sleep. And more importantly, you spend hours sitting and reflecting on each person, each relationship. You sculpt them each a bedroom, to show who they are and what they mean to you and what you want to say to them. You build Zize a workshop, with a ratty couch piled with blankets taken from your room and a door that connects their room to yours. You build Lent a quiet retreat with a view of the garden, a table full of food and, ultimately, a small shrine to a goddess whose name you can only say with disdain. You build Cylthia a room with a roaring bonfire, the illusion of unlimited space, and the comforts of a real bedroom just feet away. You build, and you practice, and when you’re ready you take great pleasure in holding up a hand, pulling out your spellbook, and telling the party that you’re not paying for an inn that night. You open your spellbook to a page absolutely covered in notes, tuck your nerves neatly behind the usual smugness that accompanies showing off a new spell, and raise your hand to cast. A door shimmers into existence in front of you and as you reach out to grasp the handle you look back over your shoulder. 

“I’ve been working on something.” Please see this for what it is. “You’re welcome to tell me how impressive I am at any time.” Please don’t pull away from me when I’ve made myself vulnerable. “If you don’t, I might not let you back in.” If you do, I don’t know what I’ll do.

You open the door and step back out of the light that comes pouring out of it to let your friends enter first, heart in your throat as they do. The entryway says “This is for you”. The kitchen says “I love you”. The sitting area says “Please don’t leave me” and the dining room says “I would tear down the stars for you” and each bedroom says “I love you too, I love you too, I love you too. I know it’s ‘too’ because I know you”. You hang back while they explore, wringing your hands within the folds of your robes, watching up the stairs and waiting for the final judgement to be made. And this once, just this once, when they come back with smiles and praise and hands that rest on your shoulder or ruffle your hair, you allow it. This gesture is your “I love you”, and they heard you loud and clear. They’re telling you that they heard you, that they see you too, and you are not fighting back tears or a smile as you shrug it off and pivot the conversation to what an arcane feat the house around you is. Your chest feels warm in a way you’ve never quite experienced before. And, for the first time in your life, you think you might be able to get used to it.

#Rainivere #amnesia campaign #mine #ohoho....gay in here. watch out #word count: 1480 #edit; this is part of a Hugeo enormous ask I got 18 million years ago. I’m just obsessed with this in particular so you have to read it now

[bekahdoesnerdshit]

Amnesia Campaign Notes!

HEY folks what’s up it’s me, back at it again, thinking I’m so funny and good at notetaking. Anyway, in honor of this campaign wrapping up, here’s the highlights from my campaign notes!! Split up by session, and with as little context as possible. Enjoy!

First session: “It’s so fucking hot” and “We’re beat to hell” GREAT start folks

“Holy shit I have a lot of gold and platinum”

Altar made of light wood, top stained w/ blood (oh, good)

OUCH my magic hurts (36 fucking ouchies)

Oh Zize’s gun talks

“(But I had to shit)” I GUESS i ran to the bathroom mid game???

A list of characteristics we noticed about Iris, including “sleepy”, followed by “our friend!”

Soul Coins????

That’s fucked

Oh god big fight w/ Iris

She sweared @ us :(

Amaunator Amulet

Fuck that guy

Our house is SO cute y’all

Family photo :)

sdfjsdjfhdjf and then Ecstasy shows up and my handwriting quickly goes to shit

Ecstasy

Oh god it’s happening

“hey angel” holy SHIT

oh god

oh my god

Next Session Title is “Session: I Get Laid”

“Oh shit she’s tall”

“Rainivere is me” kjsfsdkf uh YEAH bitch i’d hope we knew that at this point

Gift????? A bunch of diamonds???? 5000GP??????

Oh She Punched Zize

Oh cool E sold brain bits

Session Title: Okay I Didn’t Get Laid Last Session But! Second Time’s the Charm

Demon head (something something pussy blah blah blah)

(Ecstasy always gives demon head?)

jhfsjkdfhsdf “This isn’t related to anything but Ecstasy is still so fucking hot, just thought I’d make note of it”

Oh god we’re gonna talk about our feelings

Session Title: No Coochie :(

(Off screen coochie?)

Oh some birds!!!

......oh Big birds uh oh

COOL so we fucking die trying to teleport and then we end up in his bedroom. Great.

Zize put me on blast in front of EVERYONE thanks Zize!!!!

fsjdfs “Lent hits up her totally nice legit god”

About meeting Craving: “Slutty dress. Good for her!!!!”

“Hey!” Raini says, “maybe this is a bad idea?”

“Nah!” Everyone else replies, jumping in”

“You think some dumbshit river is gonna undo my Wish? Get FUCKED!”

Fight the? Hook? Stilt? Boys???

Then. Magic Mansion time! sexy sexy sexy

Give Cylthia and Yocheved memories back because I’m the best

Oh the town is made of skin and goop

cool cool cool very cool

Mystra! Bitch! What’s up! get her ass

Session Title: Raini Threatens to Nuke Hell. Oh No.

Aka! Somebody gave the wizard a Gun......

Followed by the first line of session notes: “Zize gives the wizard a gun”

We made a fucking black hole

And I almost died! 

BAD!!!

Session Title: Session: I get Laid-- Two!!

Sorc: Arvest (Dragonborn, stinky)

Restated again later on, for emphasis: “Sorc stinky”

My notes on Drow Town are as follows:

We’re immoral nasty boys => whore

Selfishness and paranoia > being cool and nice

Get paid or you’re a heretic

No context: “We fixed Lent! Thank god”

“This fucking sorc is undermining me I hate her so much bitch”

skjhfshkdfjshdf “Zier doesn’t know shit I hate him”

Also there’s cave shadows that took my strength

I hate them too

I apologized to my friends and they’re proud of me! ......disgusting

Session Title: Uh....We Might be Fucked

Session Title: We Fight a Kraken

First line of notes: Well, we do! It goes great

He has some friends. It’s fine. 

Cylthia almost dies? It’s also fine

Alright Octavia, you old purple weirdo. Square up

Session Title: Other Shit Happened But. Zaani.

Most important notes from last session:

All the fish babies are missing!!!!!

Cylthia and Iris are engaged!!!!!

Red can say fuck!!!!!

“Eidyia ’Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!’ OH I love him he’s the worst”

“Lent HATES him it’s so funny”

“Holy fucking altitude sickness batman” hello???

Bonk my head :(

jskhgkdjfg called Timeless a “store brand gilmore who runs a 7/11″ which seems a little mean

All Caps: L O R P U S

“Esk (Fuck you)”

“Shape the fuck up. Fuck you”

“Give us soldiers. Fuck you again”

“NO lich stuff”

“...................yet”

“Lent attacked me ahhhh >:(”

“OH I feel in a hole >:(”

“Nasty nasty glowing eel and friends”

“No magic bubble gets zize but like........okay.”

“Shoot shoot, bang bang, gun, etc. Blam”

Session Title: “Raini Chokes Out A Whale”

“The Goop Factory is WACK” which is just a very fun sentence to say out loud

“Sit there and die. Love, Raini”

Session Title: “Anti-Wizard Propaganda”

jkhgdkfjgdf “one guy peed on the floor that was pretty funny”

Follow up session title: “Wizard Rights......Restored”

“Uhhh nothing else important happened”

“Morgan killed my bird!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Tentacles and core, 120′ square room, abeast coochie in center. Avoid, please!”

“Raini becomes a support caster! ahaha”

Haste for the gunslinger! Haste for the paladin!!!!”

“Motherfucker killed my bird! Bastard”

“How about: bird two! Fire edition! FUCK you”

“Oh, what time is it? That’s right! Wish time”

#amnesia campaign #Rainivere #mine #this is nothing this is nonsense. please enjoy

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20, 27, 35, 40, 50, 59, 67, 88 for All Eight Characters (one each but if you wanna go Hog Fucking Wild feel free)

Alright so. I’m not going hog wild but! I decided to do two guys per question, one who was my first gut instinct for that question, and then one random character to spice things up! Do some character building in a direction I might not have thought to go, you know? 

Also bro this got so long so just. Putting it. Under a read more because I do respect your time and dashboard.

20. How would your character define love? Caspian: Love is when people stop to listen to you. When they smile when they see you, and sneak you an extra dessert when no one is looking. Love is being willing to bend the rules to make you happy, teaching you to hold your head up high even when you’re getting in trouble, and telling you to always look the world right in the eye when it wants you to back down. Love is giving up whatever you have to without a second thought for the other person’s sake, and knowing they would do the same for you. Love is taking the lessons they taught you, carrying them in your heart, swallowing your fear and setting out to bring them home. Ryker: Love is fleeting, and fickle, and fragile. Love is at best a luxury and more realistically a bargaining chip. It’s real, sure, but its primary use is to blind people to what’s hidden behind it. Some people may get lucky, but only a fool would bet on those odds. ...if you are lucky enough to find it, though, hold on tight. Real love, genuine, honest, reciprocated love, is worth doing anything for. The people you care about should know how you feel by what you do, not by what you say. Show love with discretion, but show it fiercely. 

27. How much have they given up to get to where they are in life, willingly or unwillingly? How much do they think they would give up to get to where they want to be, in the future? Raini: Raini I think is super interesting because I think she’s given up a fair bit, and she’s completely fine with the sacrifices she did make because she decided the benefits outweighed whatever she had to give up to get it. But on the other hand, giving something up unwillingly? Having something taken from her? Absolutely a cause for retribution at any cost. idk if I’m explaining the difference in a way that makes sense, but that distinction means the world to Raini because, even if the sacrifice is hard to swallow, at least she was in control of it. And like, the whole premise of the campaign is giving up shit! Giving up everything! And was it willing at the time? Yes! But coming out on the other side of it and not remembering making the decision and, quite frankly, not agreeing with the decision you made is rough! You’re yourself, you know because you’re you, but you’re also not yourself because that’s the whole point of what you did, so did you really do this? Was it someone else in a body you now inhabit? What happens to this new you when you regain your old memories, because there’s no way in hell you don’t at least try to get them back? It’s a lot to think about!! And that, and the core of this question, is why Raini doesn’t let this end without a Wish to restore the memory of whoever wants it. I don’t think she sees erasing them the first time as a decision “she” necessarily made -although whether that’s a philosophical issue or one of diverting guilt is open for debate- so she wants to reclaim what she sees as having been taken from her unwillingly. Pip: Tbh, the plot and premise of Strahd aside, Pip has lived a pretty charmed life. He fucked up plenty, but he always seemed to manage to stumble his way into where he needed to be when he needed to be there. Honestly, even within the module things didn’t go too badly for him! He lost a good friend at one point, and nearly died in that same fight, but other than that he fared pretty well. The biggest thing he’s given up in his life was his place in his home village, but honestly it’s like 50/50 on whether that was willingly or unwillingly. Like, he feels bad about the accidental arson? But also. It kinda kicks ass that he did then just like. Leave and it was fine. With his campaign over, I don’t really have much in the way of future goals for him! He’s just. He’s just fucking vibing. You know? So! Seems like he’s getting out of giving up anything in the future.

35. What is their most prized possession? If they have one that is. Ryker: For sure have talked about this before: it’s his hammers. He has two enormous hammers that he fights with, named Last Chance and Misery’s End. They’re sturdy orc made weapons with their names hammered into the side of each head in orc, that have been passed down from clan leader to clan leader for generations. They hit well, they don’t do much else, but when you’re regularly shattering knees, ribs, and skulls, what else do you need them to do? They’re sturdy, practical weapons. Reliable, and they remind him of home. He’s more comfortable putting his life in their hands than anything -or anyone- else’s. Brilliance: Her armor! For several reasons: 1. She paid extra to have it enchanted so that it repels dirt and blood and grime. After crawling through cult sewers to clear out some nasty boys, Brilliance decided that never again was she going to spend her short rest having to wipe blood or shit off her nice armor. When she upgraded to splint mail, she absolutely forked out that Armor of Gleaming enchantment. 2. Her shield specifically was decorated by her fiancee! Sienna likes to paint, and when Brilliance first got her shield for guard duty at the church Sienna took it upon herself to get out her paints and paint on a wreaths of vines and roses and birds and other lovely things, so that her love could always have a piece of her with her 💖

40. Do people expect a lot from your character or look up to them for something? Why or why not? Ayen: Unfortunately, Ayen is baybe. And even though she hasn’t outright told anyone how old she is, it’s becoming rapidly apparent that. Hey? They might have figured it out. It’s literally inconceivable how they could have pieced it together though?? I mean, how does anything about her not read as completely mature and put together elf woman thank you I’m an elf??  So, no. I don’t think anyone looks up to her. And that’s okay!! Yes she is a young adult with her own set of skills and her own value to add to the world and the people around her, but she would not thrive in a position of leadership like she thinks she would. She needs time to mellow out and settle down, and to learn how to make decisions quickly and responsibly. I think, one day, she’ll be able to show a lot of people how to do a lot of good. For now, though, she’s happy trotting along after Dad and rowing her and her new friend around in circles in a row boat, just because it’s fun to mess around sometimes. Auriga: Interesting question! Interesting question. I think in the collective sense, as part of the Court of Stars, definitely yes. They’re the rulers! They guide their people through the knowledge and wisdom accumulated over the course of millennia! I think Auriga specifically even is seen as having a closer connection to this wealth of knowledge, being a cleric and all. But I am toying with the thought that outside of the context of the council and the court, the people that make it up don’t have as much weight? There’s still respect of course! But while one star shining on its own is all well and good, without the context of those around it how are you meant to learn from what it has to say to you? Auriga understands this, it’s just part of their culture, and he’s in no way troubled by it. It’s the way things are meant to be, and so they will continue to be until it is clear that something needs to change! 

50. What’s their earliest memory? Auriga: Now full warning this is going to be a lot less detailed than Cog’s is just because I know him less, but I think Auriga earliest memory is something sweet and warm like. Sitting in one of his older sibling’s laps (while he’s the Baby of the family!) and just. Dozing against their chest while the rest of them sit in front of a roaring fire and just talk. He doesn’t remember a word of what was said, he just remembers being little and held and loved. Their family mostly interacts in the council room, I think, because when things get busy with ruling it’s so easy to just fall into work and let family time fall by the wayside. But when things get stressful, when he realizes he hasn’t interacted with his brothers or sisters outside their meetings in a while, I think this is one of the memories that comes to mind and encourages him to set aside whatever he’s reading and go off to be intentional about spending time with his brothers and sisters :) Cog: One of her earliest memories was when her magic first manifested! She was maybe six or seven, and Mama was busy at church and Daddy had gone out to check on some of the folks that lived a bit further out from town, and baby Cog was bored to tears. She knew she wasn’t supposed to leave home alone!! But there were some Cool Older Kids she wanted to impress, and they were going to sneak out and explore the swamp. They were big kids! They were like thirteen! Surely, nothing bad could happen if there were big kids with her! So she followed them out of town, and by the time they noticed their tag-along it would have been Way too much work to take her back home. Whatever. It’s fine. They start poking around the edge of the swamp, looking at weird fish and bugs and poking at mushrooms or whatever kind of shit grows in swamps. Probably getting eaten alive by mosquitos.  Well! Cog is having a grand old time playing with frogs and cattails, and she’d wandered off from the teenagers she was supposed to be staying with. She was up to her calves in the brackish water trying to recapture a frog that escaped her when she looked up to see a long, thin shape darting through the water straight for her. It was a cottonmouth, mutated by the Wasteland and nearly as big as she is. It hissed as it closed the distance between them, mouth open wide as it readied itself to lunge and sink its fangs into her. Cog screamed and threw her arms up to protect herself-  And then there was a burn of something wild and unfamiliar in her chest, a warm hand on her shoulder, and a flash of light so blinding that people swore later they could see it from town. Cog stood there for a moment, frozen and trembling, but when she gathered the courage to open her eyes everything within five feet of her was scorched clean, and the corpse of the snake that had charged her was bobbing, almost completely unrecognizable, in the water in front of her. Mama was furious with her when they made it back home, of course, but after hearing what happened? After hearing that Cog had finally managed to channel a spell, some rudimentary form of Word of Radiance? Well, there were much, much more pressing things to worry about, all of a sudden.

59. Have they ever had an encounter with someone that changed their whole life? Cog: HA Morgan opened up a can of “Talk About Ace” SOUP and folks it’s fucking lunchtime. Drink up assholes!!! I know I’ve talked about this a hundred times but I’ll never be sick of it: they’re JUST such good friends and they’ve been so so good for each other. Before they met, Cog was in a place in her life where she felt trapped and perpetually anxious, and Ace was restless and angry at the world. Neither of them felt like they could measure up to the expectations other people had for them, and Cog had turned that worry self-destructively inward while Ace had turned it outward. Ace’s straining at his leash brought him to Lafaroh, and Cog’s -at the time, Charlotte’s- soft heart had her defying direct orders to slip up to this stranger and warn him that he needed to leave before he got hurt. And Ace looked at Charlotte, at the genuine worry on her face for someone she’d only just met. And he looked at the town around them, at the way the people who passed by looked at him and how that look shifted from suspicion to shock and outrage when they saw Charlotte with him. And he did some math, and he realized whatever the hell was going on in this podunk town was a thousand times more interesting than anything that would ever happen back in New Alexandria proper. So of course, he settles in to pry. Charlotte, bless her, has many, many strengths; reading into people’s intent is not one of them. So when Ace starts asking questions, she’s happy to answer to impress upon him how important it is that he goes home! And the more she talks, the easier it is to just... keep talking? This man, this stranger from the Academy, is talking to her, listening to her like nobody ever has. And more than that, he actually seems to care! He has no reason to care that she’s worried she won’t be able to step up the way she knows her mom wants her to, but he’s clearly concerned and invested in her story. And even though she’s trying to keep things vague, she’s never been very good at deceiving people. Pieces start to fall in place, Charlotte lets more slip than she means to, and by the time they’ve been talking for an hour or so Ace has a pretty good picture of what’s going on here. It’s not safe here, not for him and certainly not for her, so he doesn’t even stop to consider whether it’s an offer he can make when he holds out his hand, both literally and figuratively, and tells her he can take her back to the Academy with him. And to Charlotte, who less than an hour ago had been weighing her odds of surviving the Wasteland alone if she ran away on her own, the door this man just opened to her? The way he’s reaching back through it to offer her a hand, to pull her through to a better, safer life? How can she say no?  They fought their way out of Lafaroh that day. Charlotte almost certainly wanted to try to slip out unnoticed, but they’d already attracted too much attention by letting townspeople see them talking. Charlotte goes home to quickly pack, and she doesn’t come back out of the house. Ace waits, and the sun starts to set, and she still hasn’t come back out. Something isn’t right. He knocks on the door: there’s no answer. He knocks again, louder. Then again. Finally, an angry looking man opens the door and starts to tell Ace to get lost, but there’s clear sounds of arguing inside coming from just out of view of the doorway. The man is big, but Ace is fast enough to duck inside and around the corner in time to see Charlotte struggling to get around a woman who looks strikingly like her in order to make a break down the stairs and toward the door. The next several seconds are messy and disjointed; no one expects someone in high level caster robes to take the staff off their back and start attacking with it, but the next thing Charlotte knows Ace has her hastily packed bag slung over one shoulder, has planted her firmly behind himself, and is holding her hand with one of his own while he levels his staff at her parents with the other. His voice is calm but hard as he explains that they’re leaving, because Charlotte made it clear that she isn’t safe or happy here. If they try to stop them, Ace can and will bring the full force of New Alexandria’s wrath down on their tiny, shitty town. He’s going to take Charlotte away, find her a place in the Academy, and they’re not going to say a word. And so they leave! With all of Lafaroh absolutely seething behind them, with Charlotte gripping Ace’s hand as tight as she can and willing her own not to shake, they set out together into the Wasteland and, ultimately, to New Alexandria.  I have Such a vivid mental image of the two of them camping out in the Wasteland the night before they made it back to New Alexandria, with the lights of the city just peeking over the horizon in front of them. They’re eating dinner over a fire Ace made Such a show of lighting with magic instead of the tinderbox one of them definitely had, and they’re talking about names Charlotte could use in New Alexandria because she’d quietly admitted earlier that day that the name “Charlotte” has so much baggage that she doesn’t want to carry anymore. And Ace, while he is trying to help, is also a dork. He’s throwing out every name that pops into his head, good or not, trying to see if he can get her to laugh at one of them. They spend a few minutes talking, Ace muses aloud over “Charlotte Olivia Grace” a few times, looking for some cute nickname he can pull out of a name like that. And then he pauses, and sits up, and looks at Charlotte, and nods. The suggestion that she go by “Cog” makes her laugh, but that’s a good thing. Ace is grinning too because some dumb shit he said finally got a smile of out Charlotte for the first time since they left her shithole town. She’s sort of laughing in spite of herself, and it eases some of the heaviness that’s been hanging over them the last few days, but after considering it for a moment? She loves it. Taking the name she was given, and making it her own in a way she knows her parents would hate? It feels good! She’s grinning ear to ear when she turns to Ace and nods in agreement. “Cog” it is. “Charlotte” dies in the Wasteland that night; Cog enrolls in the Academy the next day. In Cog’s eyes, Ace’s intervention literally saved her life. She went from being a scared little girl in the middle of nowhere with no future beyond the ramshackle walls of her small town, to an incredibly promising up and coming student of the Academy. She went from being told that the only use her magic had was what it could do for the Church, to blowing away professors who expected her to barely be able to manage a cantrip and being praised for her intuitive understanding of magic. And for Ace! Cog was the first person his actions truly, directly helped. He saw a problem, he stepped in, he fixed in. In a slow moving, insular city like New Alexandria, that wasn’t something he’d been able to do before. He saw how the good he’d done in helping Cog reflected and redoubled in the way she treated the people around her, and saw her making the choice to be kind not in spite of but because of everything she’d been through growing up. Bro like Ace’s character bio says “self-appointed big bro to Cog” and “he sent a letter to Cog thanking her for being a positive influence in his life”. This question got SO out of control as I wrote my Cog and Ace fanfic but! They deserve it! AND the party is going back to New Alexandria next session, so!! More Ace content soon folks stay tuned! Raini: Did you think I ran out of soup?? Did you think lunchtime was over? FUCK you! This is MY blog and I’ll wax poetic about my dnd characters and their friendships for as LONG as I want to! And there’s nothing you can do to stop me!!!!! Now this one in fairness probably won’t be as long as Cog’s was, just because I know that all the people who follow me are like. Actively in the campaign and various group chats where we discuss how important our characters are to each other. But do NOT make the mistake of assuming it’s because I love you any less. I love you so much. Yes homo. Where do we start? At the beginning, with our lizard. Y’all ever uh. Y’all ever met a dipshit lizard who you’re pretty sure you can trick into taking you adventuring but plan to ditch the second they become deadweight (i.e. whenever they go down for the first time, probably), except then you became like best friends and siblings by all but blood and you realize you’d rip the world in half for them without them even asking and you can’t even begin to imagine how you’d reconcile the hole they’d leave in your life if they left it? Have you ever slowly realized that you’re adding “except for him” at the end of every generally grumpy statement you make about the world? And then realized even more slowly after years of friendship that somehow the bastard managed to extend “except for him” to “except for them”, and you’re so much less disengaged from and disinterested in the world around you? Y’all ever had that happen to you?? Shit’s wild. And then. Y’all ever met a fucking cop who clearly has, like. An actual metric ton of baggage she’s refusing to even glance in the direction of? And at first, it’s a pain to have to circumvent her “morals” in order to get shit done. Honestly, it’s kind of always a pain. But even your crotchety ass has to admit there’s something about sticking so firmly to your guns regardless of the situation you’re put in that’s admirable, that the world would be a much better place if more people had that same iron will and a refusal to be moved. Even if they’re standing up for stupid shit, at least they’re standing up for something. And maybe you take some of that resolve and tuck it away in your chest, to give you something to grip onto when you need to dig in your heels and refuse to let the world knock you around. And then. Y’all ever met a druid who burns with an anger you, honestly, kind of understand? Who wants to be more than the world wants her to be so badly, in a way that you definitely understand? Have you ever gotten to watch over the course of weeks and months as she time and again made the choice to take that anger and that drive and point it at things that would hurt the people she cares about? By god, she’s leaving her mark on the world, and she’s doing that by burning the shit out of it. But, without fail, there’s always a circle of uncharred, untouched ground around each and every party member. And when you notice this pattern, you can’t stop yourself from noticing it again, and again. And you learn: sometimes, you’re angry at the world. Sometimes! You’re angry at your party members! But that anger points outward. Always, and unequivocally. You have your friends’ backs, even if you’re furious with them. And then you meet a fish and you learn that sometimes things just need to be hit a lot of time in a row, really hard, with a big fucking hammer.  Okay but you meet this fish who, somehow, despite being monotone and weird and a fish and clearly an outsider to like. Land culture? Which you guess is a thing, apparently. Despite all of that, they have an emotional intelligence that’s off the fucking charts. And quite frankly! For a long time, it makes you really, really uncomfortable! If you don’t tell somebody how you’re feeling, and you don’t, then they shouldn’t be able to figure it out. But, slowly, you start to see the value of it. Your lizard is upset about something, and they won’t tell you what, but you’re able to squint at them and slowly figure it out so you can fix it. A few days later a joke a party member makes rubs you the wrong way, and you swallow your pride enough to admit it and they just. Apologize? Just like that? They promise not to say it again? And fish expressions are so hard to read, but you can just Tell that they’re over there looking smug, the bastard. But while you’re definitely not ready to commit to this being a daily thing you can, begrudgingly, admit that you can see the benefits of “communicating” with the people around you. 

67. What was the most acidic remark your character’s ever given to someone? And their reaction? Brilliance: In like our third session, our warlock had disguised himself as a “beautiful woman” in order to flirt with the guy we were there to talk to to get information out of him (Note: They did not ask Brilliance, at any point, if she was willing to flirt with him instead. She would not have been, but they could have at least asked). So Brilliance was hanging out at the bar near this dude’s private booth while the warlock chatted him up, and when the warlock got up to leave the dude reached out to try and grab her arm. He missed, but Brilliance was on his ass in a second with her sword out like “If you had grabbed her hand, you would have lost your own. She’s not interested in you; let her leave.” He thought it was funny and kept calling Brilliance “sweetheart”, but I did get to put my sword through his gut before the end of the night SO. Who’s the real winner? Ayen: I rolled Ayen for this one and I want to respect that and not cop out, but I don’t think it’s super in her nature to snark at people. She’s just gonna tell you like straight up that you’re a dickhead, and that’s that. I think the only time we might get to snarking is if someone (Dad, a party member, etc.) said “leave it alone” and Ayen is Not Done. She might send some parting shots over her shoulder then, like a “You’re lucky I like this guy so much, or we wouldn’t be done here” or “Show your face again when my dad’s not around, if you’ve got the balls.”

88. Assuming they aren’t one already would your character prefer to be a Vampire, a Werewolf, or a Demon? Pip: Potentially a cop out! However. A little..... vampire frog? Hello Mr. Strahd. Are we friends now? Could be a vampire! We have seen that vampires are cool and hot and powerful if perhaps a little amoral but that’s okay, because they’re cool and powerful.  Caspian: I literally spent fucking forever looking at this because. She literally worships and derives her Sun Soul monk shit from Pelor, the god of the sun. So like! How the fuck you gonna be a vampire or a werewolf with that going on. Dude hates the undead too, so vampire struck out twice. Demon’s iffy too, because it very much goes against the whole “good aligned” thing she has going on. So I guess?? Werewolf is the least offensive?? She’ll just pray and hope Pelor is like. Cool. With it. Haha? Also objectively, a werewolf that worships the god of the sun is VERY funny so there is that.

#celebreultimaverba #answered #featuring: my full length novel about how Ace and Cog met because they Deserve it. coming to ao3 uhhh never actually that was a bad joke #Caspian #gos #ryker #Rainivere #amnesia campaign #te'pip'ren #cos #brilliance #dia #Ayen Morwraek #creepy campaign #wasteland campaign #cog #bro everyone's getting in on this action fuck yeah #His Royal Highness‚ Auriga the Silvertouched‚ Prince of the Feywild‚ Third Heir of the Stars‚ The Twice Reborn‚ Conservator of Stories‚ The #fuck yeah we're starting the world's longest most annoying ass tag #the camplane #hey i don't want to jack myself off but this is the Best ask I've ever published thank you SO much morgan for sending this!!!! #clocking in at nearly 4800 words; she's Chunky lads

[bekahdoesnerdshit]

IT’S GAYBOY TIME. 👫 for zize and raini AND ayen and vinny.

Ahahah!!! Gayboy friendboy!!! Protip: If you and your friends make your dnd characters also be friends, that’s TWO layers of friendship!!!!  (Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship)

Zize and Raini

1. Raini takes food off of Zize’s plate constantly. It’s not because she’s hungry and didn’t get enough for herself, it’s not because she didn’t like what she ordered and wanted something else, it’s because she’s an asshole. Zize addressed this issue by leaning Really heavily into snacking on bugs for a solid two weeks. There’s only so many times you can steal a bite of food, hear a crunch, and spit out bug parts before you stop taking food without permission. 2. Kirsi likes Zize almost as much as she likes Raini. She will, especially as a dog, sprawl out across Zize almost as often as she sprawls across Raini.  It’s genuinely like 50/50, and goes up to like 70/30 if they are Mad At Each Other. Don’t you dare acknowledge it, or you’ll ruin the whole thing.  3. Zize’s room was the first room Raini designed for the mansion. There’s more than one sketchy prototype on a folded piece of paper stuffed between pages of Raini’s journal, and her designs varied Wildly before she committed to the final design. When your love language is gifts, and your present is a magic house, everything has to be Perfect.   The one thing that was present in all the designs, though, was the little door in the back of the room, and the matching one in Raini’s. 4. Raini knows the exact moment she decided she would, privately, admit Zize was her “friend”. It was stupid late at night after an Exhausting day, and they’d just spent the last like hour of it stumbling through a pitch black forest to try and avoid a group of mercenaries they just didn’t have the energy to deal with that late in the day. Raini can see pretty well in the dark, but Zize was having a Much harder time getting by. And he was trying to lead, because he knew Raini hated being in front, but-- Fuck, it was hard to watch! So Raini had made a show of huffing and muttering something under her breath, and pushed past Zize to take the lead. When she felt a hand brush against her elbow a few minutes later, she’d sighed again but reached back to take the hand in hers “just because I know you can’t see, alright? Don’t make it weird.” She didn’t look back, but she just knew Zize was grinning behind her in the dark. Fucker. She didn’t let go though, like she might have a few weeks ago. Because they were “friends”, or whatever. Because apparently, sometimes, you have to have your friends’ backs. 

Ayen and Vinny

1. Ayen! Thinks! Vinny’s! Outfit! Slaps. It’s fine. Why the side eye from other people? There’s nothing wrong with someone dressing the way that makes them happy. Fuck you.  2. Ayen also thinks Vinny likes her terrible jokes. Does she? Impossible to say. That does not change the fact that Ayen thinks she does, which means that while she’s never the target of them (because it won’t get Ayen the groan she wants as a reaction) she is always the recipient of the “huh? uh huh?” grin that follows terrible puns.  3. Vinny! Is very strong. Very broad shouldered. And do you know what broad shoulders are good for! Getting on up there! Rides! If Vinny is into it Ayen is 10000% down to scramble on up there to ““keep lookout”“ and be rowdy and tall. Fuck yeah. Roona was right having tall friends S L A P S!  4. Vinny has not let Ayen live down that one time she bit her for no reason. It’s not malicious, especially because it didn’t really hurt, but she thinks it’s funny as shit. Ayen is, for maybe the first time in her life, a little embarrassed about some impulsive thing she did. It’s a pretty good trump card in any inconsequential debate, and it’s pretty funny to watch Ayen get a little flustered for once.  

#fruitbattery #Rainivere #amnesia campaign #ayen morwraek #creepy campaign #friends......friend time.....friend boys... #maybe they are Friends!!!!! it's NOT hard to say. at all. We fucking know they are 😤

[bekahdoesnerdshit]

3 and 9 and 25 for cog, 20 and 23 and 31 for raini

Cog:

3. Things you said before leaving. Your name is Charlotte Olivia Grace, you’re nineteen years old, and you met a man in town today who told you he could take you with him back to New Alexandria. He seemed genuinely pleased by your enthusiastic agreement, and had walked you home so you could pack your bags. He’s now planted himself between you and your parents, and the warmth of this stranger’s hand in yours gives you the courage to stand a little straighter, look your mother in the eye, and tell her that not only are you leaving but that you’re never coming back. You’ll cry over the memory of the look on her face that night when you’re fairly sure your new companion has gone to sleep -and he won’t have the heart to tell you later that he heard each quiet sob- but in that moment your resolve is firm, and your voice doesn’t shake. Your name is Cog, you’re twenty years old, and you’ve just met the most wonderful group of people. They’re rough around the edges, but so was Ace when you first met him. They’re fearless and exciting and so full of life that your chest aches with a longing to join them on their adventures. You’re silently but profusely grateful that you were the one sent to fetch them for their meeting with Master Kind when they first arrived in the city, and that she saw fit to send you with them on the errand they ran for her.  ...but that errand has been completed. You’re back from the town you swore six months ago you’d never step foot in again, and in the morning your new friends leave for the Crossroads. In the morning, your life returns to lectures and essays and studying runes and history you’ll never use, and it’s so much better than what you had in Lafaroh but the taste of a life of adventure is still thick on your tongue and you’d give anything you have for even just another day of that excitement. You’re unhappy and subdued the night you make it back to New Alexandria, and you know Ace notices even though he doesn’t say anything. You hope he knows you’re not ungrateful for the life he gave you here, and as you lay on your back in your dorm room bed you tell yourself again and again that boring at least means stable, and that stable is good.  Ace sends you off ahead to meet the party outside the Academy gates the next day, claiming he wants to grab some supplies to send with them and that he’ll catch up soon to see them off with you. You’re in the middle of trying to convince the standoffish gunslinger to give you a hug goodbye when you see Ace coming toward you, and though his grin is infectious it’s out of place enough to give you pause. He leans in, ruffles your hair, and tells you that you have approval straight from the Headmaster’s desk to leave New Alexandria with this group of weirdos you’ve gotten so attached to. It takes a moment for what he’s saying to sink in; it takes another for you to understand what was unsaid, as well. You’re going, and Ace has to stay here.  You know Ace almost as well as you know yourself, and you know he wants more than anything to be able to do what he just bent the rules to give you the freedom to do. And yet here he is, smiling and teasing you for tearing up when you should be thanking him, because he’s honestly excited you get to go in his stead. So you hug him tight and promise to write, promise to come back and visit, promise you’ll miss him and do whatever you can to make the world a better place. He makes you promise to keep your chin up and refuse to let the Wasteland smother your spirit, and you do without hesitation. Your cheeks are still wet but your face hurts from smiling when you finally pull away, and with one final, heartfelt goodbye, you take off into the city to catch up with your new friends and tell them the good news. 9. Things you said while lying to yourself They’re just dreams. Stress dreams, you tell yourself, and who could blame you for being stressed? In less than a week you’ve had to watch helplessly as one of your friends was lead to his execution, trekked across the Wasteland because your car was stolen by a Bandit who’s now taken it upon himself to tail your party, had to choose between destroying a town’s entire water supply and triggering Project Leviathan, gotten a letter from your best friend who’s hurting and struggling to hold his city together, and had the horrifying realization that the Bandit who days ago stole your car just to get your attention now has unsupervised access to an incredibly powerful, incredibly dangerous magical artifact. It’s enough to put a strain on anyone, and you’re self-aware enough to admit that you’ve never been especially good at dealing with emotionally taxing situations anyway. It makes sense that you’re having stress dreams, and you’re certain they’ll go away on their own when things slow down. It doesn’t mean anything that these dreams are reoccurring, unchanging, and relentless. It doesn’t mean anything that you’re dreaming of your hometown, of the street where you watched as -with your permission- Ace killed you mother. It doesn’t mean anything that the creature speaking to you is the same one she summoned, or that it speaks with her voice. Or your own. It doesn’t mean anything that it says, over and over, that you can’t cheat destiny, or that you’ve heard that phrase more times than you can count over the last few days. It’s your brain dredging it up from those moments, that’s all. It doesn’t mean anything. Because if it did—If it did—  But dreams are just dreams. You jolt awake, pulse racing, heart in your throat, and look around frantically to find your friends asleep in the room around you. Seeing their silhouettes is less of a comfort than you had hoped it might be, and you curl in on yourself, forehead pressed to your knees, and whisper that truth to yourself in the darkness again and again. Dreams are just dreams. Dreams are just dreams. Dreams are just dreams. 25. Things you said that you still think about today You’re in a jail cell in a city that by all rights you never should have been able to step foot in, and for the first time all day the people around you are speaking a language you actually understand. It would be a refreshing change, but you’re having trouble believing even now that you’re actually understanding what’s being said. Valentine had followed the party as they were escorted from the throne room to their cells, no doubt to gloat about how they had played right into his hand, that everything they had done had been pointless in the grand scheme of things. And, sure enough, he’s there now, leaning against the bars of your cell and waxing poetic about the meaninglessness of ‘good’ and ‘evil’ and how the only way to save the world from ruin is to conquer and unite it. He speaks, uninterrupted, for several minutes. He’s all but preaching at your exhausted, downtrodden party, and not one of them raise their head to tell him to stop, to argue with him, or even to tell him to just fuck off. And so, exhausted as you yourself are, you have no choice but to push yourself to your feet and take a step toward the bars. “You’re wrong.” It takes Valentine aback for a moment that you were the one to stand up to him but, as always, he recovers quickly. He smiles at you, composed as ever, and leans in to remind you that you were the one who said you wanted to see the Wasteland at peace. Isn’t that right, Charlotte? That’s what he’s offering. Really, you should be thanking him...  Your hands ball into fists at your sides, and an anger you’ve never felt before starts to burn in your chest. He’s trying to use you. He’s trying to take your words, trying to take the good you want to see done in the world, and twist it so you have to agree with him. He wants you to believe that your options are help him or watch the world burn, and you’ve never been more angry with another person in your life. “You’re wrong,” you insist again, and the new fire in you burns hotter as you watch his smile go pitying at the way your voice trembles. He doesn’t get to be right because he’s not emotional! He doesn’t get to be right because he’s decided he’s been logical! You take an angry step forward, with half a mind to jab a finger through the bars and against his chest. You instead stop inches away and glare up at him, defiant and resolute. “If you’re looking at a problem this big and can only see two solutions, it’s because you found the one you wanted and stopped looking for others. You’re wrong, Valentine, and you don’t get to tell me I’m stupid or naive for knowing there has to be another way.” It’s the first time you’ve put words to that thought, but the conviction behind them is unshakable. You’re right, and you know you’re right. You know that it may not always be easy, but looking for that third option is always, always worth it. You tuck those words into your heart, and carry them out of the city with you. And when you get to New Alexandria, when you learn that Master Kind wants to start a war and Ace intends to let her do it because he can’t see another way out, you look him in the eye and tell him exactly what you told Valentine. There is always, always a third option.

Raini

20. Things you said when you missed what you could have had Maybe it makes you sound like an asshole -you’re pretty sure it does, and you’re even more sure you don’t really care- but rescuing a town’s worth of kids from the warlord that had been extorting their parents really feels like a job that’s beneath you at this point. You’d fought a fucking adult green dragon last week, why are you running a glorified fetch quest now? Surely there are other adventurers in the area who are looking for work? Who are just the right amount of qualified to raid the warlord’s camp and kill him and his men? You would have fought the issue, but you saw the look on your party’s faces at the mention of children in danger and you decided to save your breath. The fight was so one sided that it barely stuck in your mind as something that happened. Your contribution was walling off the tents the children were in, so that what was going to be a simple bloodbath didn’t turn into a hostage situation, and then keeping that wall up while the rest of the party cleared out the bodies before the children could see them. And now... Oh, now you’re walking up the dirt road toward the village with a gaggle of children nipping at your heels, tugging the hem of your skirt free from sticky, grabby hands every ten seconds, arms crossed tightly so none of the little bastards try to reach out and hold your hand. It’s miserable, it has been miserable for the last hour and a half you’ve been walking, and if the sun sets before you make it to town you’re going to scream. ...there’s a little girl, no older than five or so, riding on Zize’s shoulders up ahead. Bright blue eyes, blonde hair in messy pigtails, thumb in her mouth, she’d walked right up to Zize and held one arm up toward him in a silent demand to be picked up. She hasn’t said a word the whole time the group has been walking, but she hasn’t been crying either. She seems entirely content to suck her thumb and trace the tiny scales that make up the delicate details of the ridges that crest Zize’s head. As far as you can tell Zize doesn’t seem to mind the passenger, though you can’t imagine how. You make it to town before nightfall -thank the gods- and since you’re the only one without at least one sticky parasite hanging off of you you hang back while your party members help reunite the rescued children with their families. You watch as Yocheved lowers their tail so the older children who had been riding on their back can safely dismount, as they hand the infant they’d kept cradled protectively against their chest back to its tearful mother. You watch Lent kneel to hug a pair of twins who had spent the whole walk holding her hands, before shooing them off to their parents who thank her profusely. By the time you catch Cylthia in the crowd she’s handed off her charges as well, and appears to be counting the reunited children to make sure, one last time, that no one was left behind. And Zize- You scan the square, and catch sight of Zize a little ways off, laughing as they reach up to keep their little charge from falling off their shoulders in her eagerness to get down. She’s caught sight of her dad in the crowd and is calling out to him, wiggling and squirming in Zize’s hold until they set her down and she can dart off to hug her dad’s leg as tight as her little body can manage. And it’s... it’s strange, the way your chest goes tight watching the reunion. You frown and step back, but can’t bring yourself to tear your eyes away from the look of absolute joy on the father’s face to have his baby in his arms. You don’t... remember the last time you spoke to your dads, you realize. It’s been months since you’ve so much as thought about home, and suddenly the guilt is eating you alive. It’s not a feeling you like, and it certainly isn’t one you’re used to. The town is having a celebration in your honor that night, but you wave off the repeated offers to join in on the festivities. You beg off claiming to be tired, and while that’s enough to deter the thankful townspeople your party members remain unconvinced. You still haven’t brought up home with them -Zize is the only one who has any real idea of where you came from, and even she never actually met your dads- and, quite frankly, you’re still not sure you think it’s their business. Still, you know they won’t drop it until they get a better explanation. “I have a letter to write,” you tell them reluctantly, adjusting and neatening the pages of the sheaf of paper you’d managed to scrounge up. “It’s... overdue. You go on, I’ll join you when I’m done.” 23. Things you said while absolutely exhausted It’s pointless. The fight- There’s no reason to continue, bleeding yourselves dry across the streets of some city in hell, chasing down an enemy you know you can’t kill. Your wounds may close seconds after they’re inflicted, but the rest of your resources aren’t regenerating the same way. You’ve been fighting for what feels like hours; you’re down to the dredges of your magic at this point, and a glance at Cylthia and Lent tells you they’re nearly tapped too. Zize and Yocheved may not be having that same problem, but it’s clear they’re exhausted as well. More than that, desperation is starting to set in. How do you sustain your will to fight when you can watch in real time as the wounds you inflict on your enemy disappear in a matter of moments? When you know that, eventually, your strength will fail you and your enemy will escape to doom the world? You keep swinging, you keep firing, you keep casting, because what else can you do? You’re going to fail, but you want to fail knowing you did everything you could to stop the end of the world. You’re standing at the back of battle, because of course you are. You’re drenched in sweat and your arms ache from holding your spellbook and focus up for as long as you have had to, and it hasn’t made an ounce of difference. The realization of how truly pointless this all is hits you, and you slowly close your spellbook. You let your wand fall limp at your side, and you watch as the people around you grit their teeth, dig in their heels, and call out to one another as they give everything they have to buy precious, useless seconds. In the span of less than then of them you watch Yocheved hiss in pain as claws rip into their flank, watch as Lent’s shield swings around just in time to catch the brunt of an attack that would have bit deep into her shoulder, watch as Clythia cries out and reaches uselessly toward where, seconds ago, her fire spirt had been extinguished by an spell that had caught her, unawares, from behind, watched as Zize looked back at you, offered you a grim smile, then shifted a few feet to the left to put himself in front of you before firing at Geryon again. You watch and you know, with a deep seated certainty, that this isn’t going to change anything. This is a war of attrition, and you’re going to lose. ...and then. You look down at the spellbook still heavy in your hand, and while you can hear the battle continuing to rage around you it seems distant. Far off, recedding further still, and unimportant. You can fix this, you realize. You’d be giving up everything to do it, but...  The world slows down as you tuck your wand away and reopen your spellbook, turning page after page to get to a spell you haven’t yet had a reason to cast. Your notes on it barely take up half the page you assigned to it: a deceptively short description for a spell you’re going to use to change the fate of the world. You look up to see Zize snarl as one of Geryon’s minions attacks him, and your resolve hardens. The devil is dead at his feet seconds later, and Zize looks back at you again to make sure you’re alright. “...I’m sorry.” You say to him, tearing your eyes away as his look of concern turns to one of confusion. “I am so, so sorry,” you say to the four people you love most in the world, making eye contact with each one of them in turn. You know none of them are close enough to stop you. You hold your spellbook out in front of you, turn your face toward the sky, close your eyes, and scrape together every bit of arcane energy you have left to channel the most powerful spell a living creature can cast. ”I Wish—” 31. Things you said that you wouldn’t have if it were light out "You gonna stay the night?” Ecstasy asks, and though you have your back to her as you peer into the mirror to make yourself presentable enough to Teleport home, you can hear the grin in her words. It’s been a running joke since you first started sleeping together; you honestly can’t remember who started it. One of you, sprawled out on the bed, loose and warm in the afterglow of absolutely amazing sex, calling out to the other to ask for them to stay. The answer to the flippant request is always the same: “Not a chance.” It’s how the game is played. The person asking never expects a yes, and the person answering never really has any malice behind their words. It’s easier and less awkward than having to say goodnight, goodbye, or -god forbid- ‘thank you’.  ...but recently, Ecstasy’s been the one asking every night. She laughs off your refusal same as she always has, but there’s a sincerity to the request that caught you off guard the first time you heard it. The first several times she heard it, if you’re being honest. And tonight? Tonight, you find yourself honestly, genuinely considering it. Picturing it. You could turn around, crawl back into bed, and let Ecstasy’s soft breathing and the rocking of the ship around you lull you to sleep.  You’ve missed your line in the script. You hear a creaking behind you as Ecstasy sits up on the bed, and you can picture the way she’s cocked her head as she swings her legs over the side of the bed and leans forward. You turn around, and the quiet, intense familiarity behind the fact that you’d envisioned the position she’s in perfectly based on nothing more than the sounds she made by moving does something to your chest you’re not ready to face. “Angel, are you—” “Ask me again.” You demand as the feeling in your chest turns into something more recognizable. Your heart is pounding; you’re fully clothed again, seconds away from being ready to leave, but you’ve never in your life felt more vulnerable than you do in this moment. Ecstasy pauses, visibly confused, but she inclines her head toward you and indulges your request. “...alright then. You gonna stay the night?” “...okay.” The word come out breathless, and for several moments all you can do is stare at Ecstasy and wait for her reaction. For several more moments, it seems she can only do the same. Neither of you know what to do with this kind of vulnerability, not after so many months of living under the unspoken rule that this wasn’t how you interacted with one another, that the permanent sort of thing staying the night implied wasn’t something either of you wanted. A beat passes, then another. Then: “Well. Good. I'm an angel, too, in the mornings.” It’s an attempt to get things back on track, but several seconds too late to feel fully natural. You’re biting back a grin as you undress again regardless, because if Ecstasy is mouthing off like that then she’s not scoffing and telling you that you weren’t supposed to actually say yes. She holds the blanket up for you to join her in bed once more, and as you make yourself comfortable beside Ecstasy, you realize with a smile you’re glad the darkness is there to hide that you’re very much looking forward to seeing the kind of terror Ecstasy is in the mornings.

#alwaysyourqueen #cog #wasteland campaign #Rainivere #amnesia campaign #ohohoho can you tell how much Fun I had on that first cog one.....really off my shits a little #also it's fucking DAD hours bitches!!!!! YEAH we love our dads keep scrolling. i'll kill you #i know baby lover try to write someone who doesn't love babies....idk what to do with myself 😭

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Started to write prose, this came out instead. idk what happened. is this anything??

#'i connected it' 'you didn't connect shit' 'i connected it--' #mine #Ayen Morwraek #creepy campaign #Rainivere #amnesia campaign #brilliance #dia #cog #wasteland campaign

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OCtober Day 1: Sunrise

There’s something indescribably comforting about watching the sunrise, especially when there were times during the night when you didn’t expect to get to see it again.

The Abeast is dead. Raini still isn’t entirely sure what all that means, what’s going to happen to the now corpse of a creature big enough and powerful enough to have spread through and consumed multiple planar systems, but that sounds like a problem someone else can handle. Someone who hasn’t spent the last three days fighting their way through the guts of this now-dead monster, who hasn’t cast Wish within the last half hour, who isn’t only upright because of the steadying arm around their waist. Someone, in short, who isn’t her.

In the chaos, Raini hadn’t seen who landed the final blow. It wasn’t her, and beyond that it doesn’t matter. Because one moment she had her feet planted, arms raised and outstretched to cast, incantation after incantation shooting rapid fire from her lips to send volleys of spells into the dark, writing masses of the Abeast. The next, a shuddering roar that shook Raini to her very core echoed throughout the chamber the Abeast had made its final stand in, and the world around the party began to fall apart. The monster was dead or dying; it made precious little difference when it was shaking apart around them and the closest exit they had was miles away. A quick, frantic look from Cylthia told Raini that she didn’t have the energy left to Plane Shift, and so it was with a grim determination that Raini put away her wand, raised her voice to be heard above the din of destruction, and cast.

“I Wish--”

The words that followed aren’t important. Raini honestly isn’t sure she could verbalize her intent behind the spell if she tried. Magic that powerful, it supersedes words. Raini channels her Wish more through thoughts and feelings than anything: they need to escape the Abeast before it kills them as it dies, so Raini pictures safe. She pictures away. She pictures home and safe and away and dear god, don’t let us die here, not after all of this. It wouldn’t be fair, not after everything we--

The kind of magic that can reshape realities rips them from the heart of the dying plane and spills them out onto the deck of a ship miles in the air, and the rush of relief at feeling the sun on her face and the realization of where they ended up has Raini, flat on her back and covered in sweat and Abeast remains, suddenly near delirious with laughter. And it’s contagious; soon, there’s a familiar snorting laugh coming from her right, another familiar giggle coming from her left. The sky is pink and gold above them, the world is safe and goddamn it, despite all odds, they lived. They fucking lived, because they were too stupid to give up and too stubborn to die. Raini reaches up blindly over her head, finds a clawed, scaly hand, and grips it tightly with her own. 

They lived. They lived, they’re living, and they get to keep on being alive. The sun peeks over the bow of the boat, bathing the exhausted party in a wash of golden light, and Raini closes her eyes to enjoy the warmth of it as it soaks into her skin. In a minute, she’ll open them again to take stock of their current situation. In a minute she’ll open them to deal with mouthy captain of the boat they crashed onto. In a minute, she’ll open them for long enough to stumble to the captain’s quarters and pass out on the overstuffed bed for the next three weeks. But for now: the sun is shining, there’s air in her lungs, and the people she loves are here with her. Safe. For now, Raini thinks, she’s earned the right to revel for a moment in those simple pleasures.

#Rainivere #amnesia campaign #OC-tober #we're trying something new this time lads. I'm calling it: brevity. we'll see how it goes I'm still a little iffy :/ #here's a fun peak behind the curtain: this started out infected by second person disease. We vaccinated her but. Oof #word count: 660

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Raini Took Retirement Badly, and Here’s Why

So. You’re a level 18 adventurer, with reality bending magic at your fingertips and a good bit of world saving experience under your belt. Between those two things and a number of friends and allies you’ve begrudgingly admitted you sort of care about, it’s been years since you’ve stared down a problem you didn’t think you could figure out a solution to. You’re loathe to say it out loud, because “contentment” isn’t exactly one of your identifying traits, but life is good. It’s been good for a while. You have a system, a routine, and it works. And if something is working just fine as is, what’s the sense in changing it? The idea that someday your day to day will look any different than it does right now is so laughably far off your radar that you don’t even give the thought the time of day.

But time passes. People get older. They have families, or want to start them, or just get sick of going to bed black and blue more often than not. Suddenly, out of nowhere, it’s time to start focusing on “training the next generation” to take over. Training the next generation? You’re not even thirty! You don’t want to sit behind a desk and babysit; you pay someone a very generous amount of money to do exactly that so you don’t have to! But no one else seems to agree with you. More than that, they seem excited about the idea of retiring, of passing on the mantel! It’s unthinkable, and yet... And yet. You’re looking at four people you’ve spent the last several years of your life with, that you would have said you know better than you know yourself, and realizing that absolutely no one seems to agree with you. Normally you wouldn’t hesitate to voice your displeasure about something, with or without prompting, but this? This knocks you so wildly off balance that you don’t have a chance to before everyone seems to think they’re all on the same page. 

In a dark, uncharitable part of your heart that even you thought died a long time ago, you think viciously that they’re just glad to be rid of you. Logically you know that’s not true, and you pride yourself more than anything on being logical. But you’re hurt -hurting, actively- and you feel like there’s nothing you can do but pull back into yourself, and lash out at anyone who tries to follow. And so you watch, haughty and disapproving, as preparations for your retirement are made. But what else is new? Why should anyone assume that you’re being ornery for any other reason than, you’re Raini! It’s how you are! And you don’t- You don’t have the words to explain how things are different. You don’t have the words to verbalize it to yourself, let alone to anyone else. 

You very nearly ruin your last adventure together with your caviling, and you know it. But if they don’t care about staying together, why should you play nice? What are they going to do if you push things too far? Leave you? You can tell they’re disappointed in you, or at the very least you figure they are, but it’s easier to fall back into old habits and snap and snark and sneer than to address the fact that your chest aches more and more with every step you take toward finishing this last job. Because what are you supposed to do when it’s over? When the party they’ve planned has wound down, when the guests have left the mansion to go home to their families, you’re going to be left alone in your room with nothing but your thoughts. And then, and then. The questions you’ve been refusing to let yourself ask will surface, and you’ll be forced to confront yourself at long last.

...what the hell are you supposed to do now? What are you supposed to do now that your family is drifting away from itself, and you spent too long sulking to stop it from happening? 

#Rainivere #amnesia campaign #mine #bekahdoesnerdshit does meta #me? making myself sad writing about how much raini hurt silently during the last month pre-retirement? Very likely! very likely #fgdfgdfg raini's playlist Isn't Finished but there's several songs on it rn that I listened to on loop while writing....very temo... #ahahahah Anyway! :))

[bekahdoesnerdshit]

Dear Fantasy Prudence, how do I [wizard, f] convince my party members [motherfuckers, varied] to let me become a lich right now immediately? Time Sensitive

#Rainivere #amnesia campaign #my notes from this session say 'NO lich stuff. ..............yet'

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ask Two for the angst ones this time: 13 for raini, 5 (possibly will be pertinent come the end of this minicampaign) & 29 (she literally has Any Weapon w/ her pact so it's fititng) for ayen, 7 & 10 (hehe I know there's trauma in this one) for cog, and then mix and match 4, 17, 18 between Caspian, Ryker, and Brilliance bc I don't know them as well and I would Like To

My life is just below readmores now, I guess. Will I ever learn to shut the fuck up? No! And that is a promise 

Raini

13. What does it take to make your character cry? Oh boy. Raini definitely isn’t a big crier, because she a) doesn’t really let herself get to that point and b) hard pivots into “angry” over “upset” and she isn’t an angry crier. She’s cried twice in game so far, and probably not many times before that. In both in game cases -and likely the always alluded to but never seen “before times”- the catalyst for her crying was being overwhelmed. In a good way, bad way, whatever, but that’s the trigger. Just- Looking at something, not knowing what else to do but let yourself cry about it, and not seeing any reason to stop yourself.  (shfjsdjkfh the funny answer is: during sex. But can you IMAGINE jskdfskjdf)

Ayen

5. Would they ever turn on someone they just met in order to save themselves? Oh for sure. Without question. Not without guilt, in fairness, but without question. She’s pretty well adjusted, pretty “go with the flow”, but she did grow up in a pretty cutthroat world. She was spared from having to make those kinds of brutal decisions from a super young age by Shadow Mom, but she definitely saw the fallout of those choices and learned that, while it’s all well and good to do the “right” thing, it’s much more important to do the right thing for you. If that means condemning some stranger to die so you and yours don’t have to? So be it. Better people have done worse, because that’s sometimes just how things go.  I’ll be honest! This character decision was a completely on the fly one when we were having that debate in the library about what we should do with the information we learned in the library. But I stand by it. In character, Ayen 1000% sees whatever’s going on as Not Her Business. It’s fucked up, sure! But, you know. Not her monkeys, not her circus.  29. What is their weapon of choice, and what weapon do they dislike using the most? Bro I love that Ayen doesn’t have A Specific Weapon SO much. Especially because Pact of the Blade specifically makes it so that, whatever weapon she summons, she’s proficient in while wielding it. So she sees somebody using a weapon, goes “oh! cool!” and summons it herself, and then just. Intuitively knows how to use is. How fucking funny is that conceptually??  Her go to if things are serious or she doesn’t have time to pick something obscure is a longsword. Dad uses a greatsword, and a longsword is pretty close to that! Image how cool they looked fighting off assholes, back to back, with two bigass swords? Is that the only reason it’s her favorite? No of course not!!!! That would- that would be silly. And childish. Swords are just cool is all.  She hasn’t used any in game, but I think she honestly just doesn’t like any kind of polearm. It’s like, is it technically safer to be a little further from your enemy? Sure. Does it give you a small tactical advantage? Maybe so. But they’re so uglyyyy and they look weird and you have to use both hands and the balance is weird and >:( Spears can stay because you can throw them but you’re on thin fucking ice.

Cog

7. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would it be and why? Thank GOD Alex I wanted this one for Cog SO bad!!! Valentine WastelandGame! If you can read this! You’re a dead motherfucker!! This is for a variety of reasons including but not limited to: - Is responsible for the deaths of at least 3 separate world leaders! Uh oh!  - Asked for my blood one time! To do Science on! Not cool! - Ace doesn’t like him. Enough said.  - Called Ace “hotheaded” and “brutish” keep his NAME out of your MOUTH - Is fucking Maelo’s ex I think? Honestly I lost that plot on that one a little bit - Keeps taking Sunny on dates! We’re protective and Jealous?? Hard to say! We don’t have time to unpack this one let’s keep moving - Is convinced aliens exist? And are coming to attack the world? OKAY  - Talks in fucking circles about philosophy and the greater meaning of “good” and “evil” in the context of the world. Like, no sir! Good is when you help people and evil is when you kill them! Except unless it’s me killing you which is going to happen because I can cast Finger of Death now and you better believe that spell has your fucking name on it. Freak boy. - Just like. Eats straight raw steak. Not Evil but really weird and probably not great for you? - Overall just a very bad slimy manipulative and stinky dude. 0/10 I’m gonna put an arcane bullet in his skull. Like. Everything Valentine does, everything she learns about him, convinces Cog more and more that the world would be a better, safer place if he wasn’t allowed to exist in it anymore. She was kinda neutral on the guy until he gave his grand speech in Cormir about how the only way to save the world is to ‘conquer and subdue it’ and tried to talk her in circles enough that she had to agree with him or seem like a hypocrite. Since then, it’s been a slow creep from “I don’t trust this man and don’t want to work with him again, even if it makes our lives harder” to “he’s dangerous and needs to be stopped” to “...if given the opportunity, I would kill him myself”. And now that she has our new friend the Shadow Demon whispering in her ear, telling her that “the world will tremble and change before her” and that she should “stride boldly, and fear not the consequences that may follow” honestly? The next time we see Valentine, he might be in trouble!  10. What were the character’s parents like? What was the affect the parents had on the character? Oh, is there trauma in this one? Is there? Alex? Is there? Maybe so!! We’re gonna talk about Cog’s dad first, because he’s a) still alive and b) I KNOW you’re fishing for more mom angst. Cog’s dad name is Conrad Grace! He’s the head of Lafaroh’s town guard, whatever that means for a town of maybe a hundred people. I feel like his day to day really consists more of making rounds to check on people than dealing with criminals, although he likely has to break up the occasional disagreement or toss somebody in the drunk tank for the night. He’s also in charge of making sure the Guardians -the gods that live deep in the swamp outside Lafaroh and protect the town in exchange for food, building supplies, the occasional corpse, and other resources- get their offerings (This is Important, because he does Stop doing that soon). He married into he Grace family (that’s RIGHT he took his wife’s last name because it’s 2021 and he’s Woke not because her family like runs the town okay moving on), initially because I genuinely believe he fell in love! They were probably pretty young, because Lafaroh is very much a Deep South Swamp Town Analogue, but I don’t think it was just a social power move. The most important Conrad fact? He told Cog that he became disillusioned with the Church when she left home, because he couldn’t imagine continuing to support something he could now see had so clearly been hurting her. And I, Rebekah, a homosexual who has had Words with my Christian parents about the way their religion has hurt me? OH buddy we were a little bit of a mess about it. DM Ryan! Don’t you know I’m projecting!! Please be more careful! (Editor’s Note: This is the moment that made me realize I was projecting. Whoopso!!) Cog’s mom name is Charlotte Grace Sr. because, I guess, we’re freaks. I hate that this makes Cog technically a junior because the thought of anyone calling her Charlotte Jr. makes me break out in hives, but it is, technically, correct. The distinction while Cog was growing up was, instead, “Charlotte” and “Charlotte Olivia” because, again, we’re southern as hell. Charlotte Sr. is, unsurprisingly, the head of Lafaroh’s church, which means she very much has more actual power than her husband does. She did love Cog, I think, but in a way that very much more felt like someone guarding an investment than raising a child, especially when Cog became a teenager. She had high, exacting expectations, and grew more distant from Cog the older she got. Whether this was an unintentional side-effect of Charlotte Sr. becoming more engrossed in the preparations necessary to allow Cog to become the “Conduit”, or whether it was a purposeful decision because she knew she would lose her daughter and wanted the sacrifice to hurt less is unclear. Cog’s dad is kinda just a dude, but we KNOW this bitch has mommy issues. I also think an important distinction to draw between the two is that while I’m willing to give Conrad the benefit of the doubt and say that he may have just wanted Cog to stay in Lafaroh when they party returned because he was worried about his daughter and wanted her home, Charlotte Sr. wanted Cog there because it was Where She Was Supposed To Be, because she had a destiny to fulfill. More than that, when Charlotte Sr. found out that Conrad had stopped sending supplies to the Guardians when Cog left and had instead been selling them to Bandits to get money to rebuild the town, she was not nearly so understanding. She accused him of heresy, and ordered for him to be, uh. Flayed alive. Which wasn’t great. It’s what got her killed ultimately; Cog had to choose between her parents, and after watching her Mama summon a shadow demon that very nearly choked the life out of Sunny? It was a choice with only one possible outcome. 

Caspian

18. Would society call your character a good guy or a bad guy? What would they say they are? Caspian is. Caspian is Just a person. Like she is just out here doing her best, trying not to get killed by, idk. Pirates or ghosts or w/e. This is an endeavor that, statistically, could be going a lot better.  I think the more interesting angle to look at this question from is the fact that she’s a monk from a well known monastery, and that there’s Expectations on how she conducts herself in the world as a result of that. She is Just A Person, but that’s not good enough. Not when she’s running around wearing Pelor’s holy symbol, representing his monastery, reflecting on him. For a long time, I think Caspian resented the expectation that put on her! Why can’t she just be a kid? Just a person? She didn’t ask to be raised by these monks in this kind of life. But when she left home and realized how suddenly lonely she was, there were quiet, sad moments it was easy to soften with prayer. Rekindling her relationship with her god was her way of staying connected to home, and I think it also made her want to go from being Just a Person to actually wanting to take pride in being a Good Person.  And then her campaign lasted for two fucking seconds lmao so it didn’t even matter hahah! :)

Ryker

4. Has your character ever been hurt or betrayed by someone they thought they could depend on? What happened? YEAH BOY rye-bread got his SHIT handed to him lmaoooo His whole “why are you adventuring?” deal is that he fell in love with the noblewoman he was hired to escort across the country to her betrothed’s estate, and she played him like a fucking fiddle and convinced him -after her wedding, after she was pregnant with her husband’s first child and therefore heir- that she was in love with him too. But of course, because she was married, her husband would never let them be happy together. She talked Ryker into killing her husband, and promised to meet him the night he did it with horses and supplies for both of them. Anyone reading along at home with even a shred of common sense probably just said, “uh oh!” And uh oh indeed; she fully sold his ass out. There’s something emotionally devastating about slipping out of the bedroom of the man you just killed, his blood still on your hands, to find the woman you love standing between two enormous guards, but I can’t quite put my finger on what.  Ryker figured out her plan in the following days he spent in a cell, awaiting execution. She didn’t love her husband, but by playing the role of grieving widow and anxious mother-to-be she could ingratiate herself with his family enough to be allowed to take control of the estate while her son, the true heir, grew up to run it. It was cruel, and clean, and if Ryker hadn’t managed to escape it would have gone off without a hitch.

Brilliance 

17. Is your character afraid of death? Why/why not? Brilliance isn’t afraid of death, she’s afraid for what she’d leave behind. One of the songs on her playlist really leans into this (and I’m very excited to be posting her playlist soon! Stay tuned!), because she is terrified of what her death might do to Sienna. She never planned to become an adventurer, much less travel to the Hells to try and save an entire city. She was content, more than content, to guard Sune’s church, to help the people that came seeking her goddess’ blessing and guidance. When her city faced a sudden influx of refugees from Elturel after its destruction, she was even happy to volunteer to help the Flaming Fist keep order and root out would-be troublemakers. She never meant to get caught up in a job that would take her out of her home city, much less out of her home plane entirely. Every fight she got into in Hell, every time it seemed like she may be staring down something that might kill her, Brilliance had to swallow down the overwhelming guilt of knowing that if she died here Sienna would never know what happened to her. The image of Sienna, worried and pacing, looking toward the door to their apartment every time there was so much as a whisper in the hallway, desperate for any sign that Brilliance had come home-- It wasn’t delusions of self-importance or self-preservation that had Brilliance taking Glasya’s deal to save her from the narzugon’s clutches; it was the image of Sienna collapsing onto their bed and sobbing because she finally admitted to herself that Brilliance was never coming home. Still. Sienna needs her, but her party needs her too. They’re counting on her to be there for them, to take the big hits that they can’t handle. First one in, last one out; she doesn’t leave until everyone else is safe. She wants to survive, she wants to go home and marry the woman she loves, but she couldn’t live with herself if she did it at the cost of the life of someone who was depending on her. Brilliance isn’t afraid of death; she would die for her party members, even the ones she doesn’t particularly like. She just knows exactly what the cost of her death would be. 

#sometimes.........i am a prose boy. sometimes....i write answers like 7 for cog. depends #rainivere #amnesia campaign #ayen morwraek #creepy campaign #cog #wasteland campaign #caspian #gos #ryker #brilliance #dia #syn-odics #answered #also idk if i've mentioned it before but it's very important to me that y'all know the bit about it being 2021 wasn't a joke #canonically wasteland game takes place in 2021 so folks things are Really gonna go to shit in the next four months lmao #uh oh!! #word count: 2633 #mine

[bekahdoesnerdshit]

tis a day late BUT 23, 24, 25, and 27 from the romance asks for raini (wrt ecstasy); the first two are about how messy they might be and the second two are about how deep she's refusing to admit she is :3

23. Do they apologize to their partner even if it wasn’t their fault? Laughable! An absolutely laughable question to pose. Raini doesn’t even apologize for shit that actually is her fault, can you imagine her even considering swallowing her pride enough to apologize for something she didn’t even do? To Ecstasy specifically, who would be insufferably smug about it for the rest of time?? FUCK that! Has Raini, in theory, apologized to Ecstasy for something at some point. Probably. Was it an experience she is eager in any way to repeat? No!!!! This has, of course, resulted in weeks long silent treatment campaigns, until they both just decide they’re over whatever it was (usually when they next get to see each other in person) and move on with their lives. ohohoh except I am thinking about the post campaign reunion, which I do think I’ll leave as a Tasteful Surprise for when we get there and I :3 Alex hmu if you want the details tho since you’re not in the campaign 👀

24. Will they lie for the sake of their significant other’s happiness? Yes absolutely. We may not admit those are our motivations, but they’re there. Like tbh the first interaction they had in campaign was Raini lying her ass off about why she needed Ecstasy to tell her her life story. Was it partially to avoid putting herself in a position of weakness with this person who was all but a stranger to her? Yes. But also, like. She’d watched the Cylthia/Iris reunion, and the Glade/Lent reunion, and even though she’s not like Great at recognizing and interpreting emotions it would have been impossible to miss the fact that. Hey? This shit is clearly Devastating. And while a girlfriend isn’t an (almost) fiancee or husband, that, uh. That’s not. Raini didn’t? Want? To be responsible for that look on someone’s face?? Especially and perhaps exclusively not someone who’s face tugs at something in her chest like Ecstasy’s does? So if she could get around it, if Ecstasy didn’t need to know what was going on, why should Raini have to tell her? And if she cloaks her motivations as entirely selfish, she can get away with it without anyone poking their nose into her business. 

25. If they could choose their partner again, would they choose the same person? I would argue!! This is the b plot of the campaign!! Which I as a player think is very very sweet and temo. So, with that context in mind, yes. Like, how the hell is she supposed to downgrade to anyone else after experiencing everything Ecstasy has to offer behind closed doors? And in front of them? She just couldn’t do it, folks. Nor should she be expected to imo.  Joking aside, nothing about what attracted Raini to Ecstasy the first time -both superficially and later on- has changed, and Raini is still, fundamentally, Raini. Ecstasy is still hot and confident and competent and takes initiative and commands attention, and Raini is still attracted to every bit of that (as much as she hates to admit it sometimes) Plus, and maybe this is just because I’m gay, but something about that existing connection tugging and drawing you to another person.....how can you resist? I think if anything -and Morgan hop in here if I’m Totally Mistaken- Ecstasy would be the one to pull back right now, for a variety of fun and devastating reasons. We talked about it in our dms, and like. Ms. North is Not taking this shit super great. If Morgan’s okay with it I might tack some screenshots from our dms onto a reblog here because oof. 

27. Have they had dreams about their partner/the person they are courting? Yes! In several fun and distinct flavors, such as: - Boy I haven’t gotten laid in Weeks and now my brain is cycling through attractive people I’ve met to have a star for some steamy dreams, and for some reason it keeps circling back to this asshole pirate we met a couple months ago. Sure hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me. - Oh no it awakened something in me. - I’ve been “seeing” this pirate for a while now and she took me to meet her parents and now I’m having dreams where we’re just sitting and talking and she’s laughing? And I can’t remember what either of us say but I can feel how warm my chest and face are? Certainly this won’t awaken anything else in me. - Uh oh. - We’re somewhere indistinct but decidedly Safe curled up together and I can feel her hand in my hair and resting on the small of my back and I’ve never been more comfortable in my life and I’m dozing off in my dream getting the best sleep of my life and  - Last but not least! I’m a divination wizard and occasionally have dreams related to that! Sure hope I don’t see anything Bad happening to the pirate I definitely do Not like!! 

#rainivere #amnesia campaign #alex always strives to be the messiest bitch possible for ask meme monday/mtuesday and I love and respect that #answered #syn-odics

[bekahdoesnerdshit]

no one else has reblogged ask meme Mondays so I'm just going fucking apeshit with u. from the big boy: b7 for raini bc it's funny, c1 for cog bc it's inchresting, h3 for brilliance bc I know there's some gay shit going on and I want to hear more, then a17 (character proud of themselves or ur proud of ur rp as them) L5 and L6 for whomsoever u want to talk about

I won’t need a readmore for this one, I tell myself. There’s not that many questions, and they’re not proseboys. I was a fool. She’s too long to be allowed to run on people’s dashboards unrestrained 😔 Thank you! For going apeshit!!

Raini

B7. How do they respond to babies crying in public? I guarantee the image you have for how Raini would react to a crying baby is 10000% correct. She’s unhappy. Uncomfortable. Unimpressed. Can you please make that thing be quiet. Why did you have it if you can’t mange it. This is why she’s never having kids. Like she’s not gonna say anything to the parents or shoot them dirty looks, because she’s not that specific flavor of asshole, but she’s going Mind Her Business and vacate the premises if possible. People who want to take care of something should just get a cat. Goddamn. There is ONE (1) baby that may qualify for an exception, and that’s Red. This is because (and please, picture Raini, the absolute picture of ‘fed up’, squatting down to look a fussy Red in the eye while she says this) “Baby Lent. You’re better than this. I know you are, and you’re letting me down. You need to stop making that noise.” This is unrelated to the question, but please also picture a Raini who was asked (blackmailed?) into babysitting using her Mage Hand to change Red’s diaper. It has nothing to do with the question but I think it’s a Very funny mental image. Thank you.

Cog

C1. Does your OC have a moral code? If not, how do they base their actions? If so, where does it come from, and how seriously do they take it? Absolutely! The way Cog approaches the world is defined by three main mantras: - Kindness is a discipline, not a character trait. - Doing the right thing isn’t always easy, but it is always worth doing. - If you are able to help someone, you have an obligation to do so. Between these three things, Cog sees the world in pretty black and white terms. There are right decisions, and wrong ones. The difference between the two is usually clear to anyone who cares to look, and so most of the evil in the world is born of selfishness. Consequently, Cog does very poorly in morally grey situations. She will commit without hesitation to any course of action that she deems “right” and “kind” no matter how drastic or dangerous it is, but she pretty much shuts down the second she’s faced with a decision that has consequences for someone regardless of what she does.  I’m sure that has not, and will not, come in her life ever at all. Ahah!  I think originally, this worldview was born of naivety. She grew up that religious kind of super sheltered where everything in the secular world was dangerous and dirty, and so when Cog began to realize that definitely wasn’t the case she made the choice to intentionally see the best in people and the world around her to fight what she was told growing up. When she started traveling with her party and actually seeing more of the world than the extremes of a) shitty cult town b) shiny clean magic school, she began to realize that the true state of the Wasteland was somewhere between what her Mama had told her and what she wanted to believe it was. But I’ve never in my life made a character who is stubborn as hell deep down, so instead of letting the world she found herself in change her Cog took a deep breath, rolled up her sleeves, and settled in to be the one changing it by loving and helping the people around her.

Brilliance

H3. Does your OC believe there’s only one ideal partner (or multiple ideal if not monogamous) for everyone, or that there are many people who could be right? I think Brilliance absolutely adores the idea of two people being made for one another. Two souls, wandering the world looking for one another? Who slot together so perfectly that when they find each other it’s clear they never could have fit anywhere else? Bruh. Yes, she knows love takes work. Sometimes you and your partner are going to disagree, and sometimes there’s going to be conflict. The world isn’t “love at first sight” then smooth sailing for the rest of your life. But you put in the work to make your lives better, together, because the universe gave you this person to care for. Maybe there are many people who you could be happy with, and those relationships aren’t anything to look down on. But when you find The One, Brilliance thinks, you know. She certainly did.

Don’t Worry About It

A17. What’s one of your OC’s proudest moments of themselves? Gonna hijack this question to talk about rp moments I’m proud of because Alex sorta kinda gave me permission to do that! Alright! For Raini, the biggest rp moment I’m proud of was her “I’m getting our memories back” speech a few sessions ago, specifically the line, “We’ve been fighting with one hand tied behind our backs for too long. If we’re going to die fighting this thing, I want to know exactly what I’m fighting for.” Morgan and I had been planning to kick off our return from July Hell Hiatus with Wish Two for a couple of days, which meant I was lucky enough to be able to spend a little while planning what to say. I feel like that line in particular embodies Raini’s unwavering confidence in her magic, her determination, and her specific brand of caring for the people around her without actually admitting that’s what she’s doing. I also really liked the way the scene of her apologizing to the party for being Bitchy post losing Magic for a minute went! Idk if anyone else remembers it, because it was pretty short in game, but! I thought it was a very good moment of Raini finding the most Roundabout way to say “thank you for looking out for me while I was defenseless”.  If I can pat myself on the back a little, my Cog monologues kick Ass. The most recent one was when she was talking to Ace about how War is Bad (radical, I know) and there was a moment where she looked at him and said, “...I’m not going to ask for your help, because I don’t know what I’ll do if I do and you say no.” Which. OOF. That was her and I realizing in real time that she and Ace were very much on different sides of this issue. When the session ended everyone said they Loved how good and hurtful that conversation was and I :’) Also, there was a really small moment when Cog was pleading for Maelo’s life (when Sunny’s dad had him locked in a cat carrier. It’s a Long story, made slightly better by the fact that Maelo was wildshaped into a cat at the time) and Cog went Straight for the dad heartstrings by sniffling and asking if, please, would Robert at least let her say goodbye to her friend before he killed him? Please? 😢  She is using her baby face for EVIL!  And oh my god how could I forget! Arcane Timeout! When the party went back to New Alexandria and was confronted by Ace for helping a prisoner escape (which, in fairness, Maelo did do) and Cog brought the encounter screeching to a halt by casting Wall of Stone to make a timeout hut with herself and Ace inside. She then sat herself down, looked Ace dead in the eye, and told him that the wall wasn’t coming down until he actually talked to her, or until he broke her concentration on the spell. She banked hard on him not being willing to hurt her, and it paid off. There were tears all around, both in and out of character. It was Wonderful. Also! I do just want recognition for the fact that I did not give into my impulses to be a little Shit as Cog last session by subtle casting Heal in Ace’s face after he Counterspelled my Healing Word. it was what I Rebekah wanted to do more than anything; unfortunately Cog is a better person than I am. There is No worse feeling than wanting so badly to do something you have no choice but to admit isn’t in character. Rip.  For whatever reason, all of my favorite Brilliance rp moments came during combat. Pressing her forehead to Sabre’s after he died in silent grief, forcefully taking a Narzugon off his Nightmare and then using Misty Step to mount it herself and take off after her friend, planting herself in the chokepoint of a hallway to stare down three minotaurs so she could keep her party safe behind her, pushing deeper into the hellwasp nest to rescue Dembe and Sabre despite knowing that doing so all but destroyed her chance of making it out alive, the list goes on. There were good out of combat moments too (despite the rest of the party’s best efforts 🙄), but I feel like for once I made a character who really shone in combat.  oh GOD I just remembered one really really good rp moment, when our rogue Zihro died when he got separated from the party during combat. We finished taking care of the main devil we were fighting, then began searching the dungeon for Zihro and the npc he was with. We, instead, found both of their corpses. Dembe looked to Brilliance, our healer, and demanded to know why she was just standing there instead of fixing their friend. We were only level three or four at the time, so Brilliance had to tell Dembe, again and again, that she couldn’t fix Zihro. It was too late, she wasn’t powerful enough yet, her goddess wouldn’t answer a prayer like that- It was a rough scene, and without question one of the best rp moments I’ve had with that group. Tae, if you’re reading this, you’re the only one with rights. Also, please unfollow this blog immediately.  Now as a quick pick-me-up after that mess, Pip’s best rp moment was when our barbarian Durokal -who couldn’t read and had a habit of running off and causing Problems- found a plaque he could tell had five words on it, and called Pip over to read it for him when Pip finished chasing him down. Pip, annoyed and out of breath and all of two feet tall, looked up at this 7 foot half-orc and told him, “It says: I’m. Gonna. Kick. Your. Ass.” Also, he regularly called very powerful figures in Barovia by sweet nicknames with “Mr.” in the front. As a sign of Respect. Because he’s the Best. sdfhsdkfj he also he couldn’t think of a fake name quick enough one time so he told an npc that is name was Dick and he was Very embarrassed about it. She: bought it!

Brilliance, Again

L5. Which OC do you think is the most decent morally or behaviorally?  AKA, which is supposed to a “good guy”? The answer is Cog, but we already went in depth on her morals this ask. She’s HAD enough screen time let’s move on. Brilliance is the only other character who, if asked, would say they saw themselves as a good guy instead of just “a person”. She strives to do right by the people around her, and to protect the light and beauty found in the world. She doesn’t have the same illusions about the world wanting to be a good place that Cog does, and she very much understands that sometimes the best thing you can do for the world is to put the things that make it dangerous six feet under. What’s interesting I think is that, despite being a paladin, she isn’t Lawful Good! She’s Neutral Good, because you know what? She wants to do the right thing, and laws aren’t always right. It’s up to you, as a person with a mind and free will and agency, to look at a situation and decide what you think is the right thing to do. And, for Brilliance, generally the right thing to do is heft her sword, raise her shield, and face trouble head on.

Raini, Once More

L6. Which OC do you think is the worst morally or behaviorally? AKA, which is supposed to be a “bad guy”? I don’t have any evil aligned characters, because I personally find things like “getting along with my party members” sexy, but the character who’s the shittiest and the worst is obviously Raini. She’s not a bad person per say, she’s just selfish and results oriented. Very much “the ends justify the means” and in a party like hers she’s aware that somebody has to be the bad guy sometimes, and she’s not afraid to make sure that’s her. She’s also very very likely to fall victim to her hubris making her feel like she definitely knows what’s best, and acting on that maybe without consulting other people (see: the whole fucking premise of the campaign). She sees a goal, she sees a way to accomplish that goal, so why shouldn’t she begin taking the necessary steps to reach it? I think the events of the game have mellowed this flaw out a little bit, but you can still see traces of it in the way she, for example, wordlessly handed Lent a bunch of diamonds before launching her consciousness into the Abeast and very nearly dying in there without consulting with the party first. It happens!  Also, behaviorally, she’s just. I mean. She’s like that. The worst. And that, I promise, will never change. 

#syn-odics #Rainivere #amnesia campaign #cog #wasteland campaign #brilliance #dia #word count: 2273 #new tag! just for my own personal edification #answered #mine

[bekahdoesnerdshit]

one of each for each otp,,,,, for brilliance/sienna: 3, 10 (prose boy...... ), 19, 31! for raini/ecstasy: 1, 14, 23, 26!

YES now my plan to make you care about my paladin you’ve never met can really come to fruition.....it worked for cog it can work for this gay bitch too.....

Super super minor nsfw for 23 and 26 for Raini, and I guess technically 31 for Brilliance but honestly not really. Enjoy!

Brilliance & Sienna

3. If they complimented each other, what would they say? Not to sound like a lesbian, but Brilliance thinks Sienna hung the moon. She’s so beyond smitten with this woman, and if anyone makes the mistake of asking her about her fiancée (which her party would never do because they’re a) hets who b) don’t care about rp) Brilliance would easily be able to spend hours talking about everything that makes Sienna the absolutely amazing woman she is. Brilliance admires Sienna’s patience, her quiet determination to get things done right, and her easy, calming presence. She’s compassionate and honest, and she makes the people around her want to be better than they are without having to say a word. She’s beautiful, inside and out, and Brilliance thanks Sune every day that fate brought them together. And check this out! Sienna loves Brilliance just as much! They’re in love! Sienna admires how willing Brilliance is to take charge in difficult situations, and that her primary concern when taking charge is making sure the people under her are safe. She’s intentional and unwavering in her resolve and devotion to the people she loves. Sienna loves how Brilliance is able to find beauty in just about anything, and how fiercely she’ll fight to protect the light and beauty she sees in the world. She loves her insistence on giving people second chances, even when they may not deserve it. Brilliance embodies the phrase “get behind me”, and while Sienna often wishes Brilliance would let her share that burden, she understands that Brilliance does what she does to show love.  10. Write a ~300 word argument scene for them.  It’s been three days since Conviction’s death. Since they found his body at least; he’d been missing longer than that. It was murder, anyone could see that, but no one has any delusions about it being investigated as one, let alone prosecuted. He shouldn’t have been involved with those rebels, people say. It’s his own fault for stirring up trouble where there didn’t need to be any. There’s been multiple times where Sienna’s quiet touch to Brilliance’s arm has been the only thing to keep her from lashing out at someone who implied that and while she’s grateful for the temperance, part of her can’t help feeling that grief hardened by anger might hurt less.  It’s been three days since they pulled her brother’s body out of the sewers, and Brilliance knows she needs to go home. Her mother is devastated, her father considers his obligation to help fulfilled by paying for the funeral, and as loathe as she is to return to her childhood home Brilliance knows it’s her duty to be there. Sienna comes back to their tiny (Sienna calls it cozy to make Brilliance laugh), dingy (”lived in!” she insists) apartment to find Brilliance packing, and the pity in her gaze makes Brilliance tugs her arm free when Sienna reaches out for her.  “I have to,” Brilliance says, resolutely keeping her focus on the suitcase laid out in front of her. “Sienna, my heart, I have to. My mother--” Sienna reaches out to cup Brilliance’s cheek, to tilt her face toward her. Brilliance, though reluctant, allows it. “Your mother,” Sienna chides gently, “is a grown woman, who is welcome to stay with us. We’ll make room. But starlight, you don’t need to be in that house. Not ever again, and certainly not right now. Stop for a minute, sit down, we can talk about this...” The conversation begins to unravel from there. Sienna is right; her father’s house is the worst place for Brilliance to be to grieve. Brilliance is right; Sienna is an only child, who lost her mother when she was young. She has no context to understand what Brilliance is going through. Neither of them raise their voice, but there’s an edge to their words that normally has no place in their home. Brilliance gets frustrated, feels herself start to get angry, and she makes the decision to walk away and cool down. She comes back to find Sienna asleep or feigning it, back to the door in a way that feels pointed. At that point it’s well after midnight, and Brilliance doesn’t know what to do about the conversation she’d walked out of. Eventually she goes to bed as well, facing the door, sleeping further from Sienna than she has since they moved in together. She knows better than to go to bed angry, but right now Brilliance can’t stomach the thought of reigniting their argument again that night. She closes her eyes, and hopes they can work things out in the morning before Brilliance leaves for home. 19. If they could each write a single line in their marriage vows, what would they be? Brilliance: You are my peace, my joy, my steadfast foundation; my world is better for having you in it, and I will work for the rest of my life to make sure you can always say the same. Sienna: Whatever I did to earn it, thank you, starlight, for trusting me with you heart; it is my privilege and my honor to be for you what you are to so many others. 31. What do they love to do after sex? Probably, like. Kiss a bunch? Ew!!  But like honestly? Yeah! I think they’re a Big fan of soft, sleepy morning sex, especially on days where Brilliance isn’t needed at the church until the evening and Sienna has the day off. Why not indulge on those days when you can doze off again for a little while, with your beloved asleep on your chest? Brilliance is running her fingers through Sienna’s hair and pressing the occasional kiss to the top of her head, Sienna is tracing absentminded shapes against Brilliance’s collarbone, and they’re just enjoying being warm and sleepy and together with no prospect of that changing anytime soon. 

Raini & Ecstasy

1. What are things they both find funny? I’m gonna take a shot in the dark and say. Shitty people’s misfortune? Not necessarily objectively shitty people, just people they’ve decided they don’t like. Ecstasy telling a story about the dumbass fantasy customs agent she “tricked” (because tricked is a strong word, really. It wasn’t all that hard, and that’s what makes it So funny) into marking her ship with its cargo full of stolen goods and also probably like fantasy weed as “clean” to enter some city? Hilarious. Raini talking about casting Mage Hand under the table at some stuffy negotiations and pulling just hard enough on the chair leg of the asshole who’s already leaning back further than he should be and sending him crashing out of his chair? Fucking hysterical. They’re assholes, but they’re assholes together. And, at the end of the day, that’s what matters! 14. What would be a dealbreaker? At risk of sounding too predictable, for Raini it would have to be something along the lines of finding out that Ecstasy is and has been seeing someone else seriously while they’ve been together together. It’s one thing to sleep around a little when you’re still just a booty call, or even to meet someone pretty and check with your partner that they’re okay with you having a one night stand. If you’re communicating, and everyone involved is okay with it, that’s fine! However, it’s another thing entirely to find out that you’ve been playing second fiddle in terms of your long term girlfriend’s affection for god knows how long. Honestly, I’m not sure Ecstasy would survive an argument started by Raini finding something like that out. I won’t speak too much on Ecstasy’s dealbreaker so I don’t overstep or guess Wrong, but I feel like if we hadn’t gotten our memories back things would have eventually fallen apart. I don’t know if I think there would have been some big climactic fight to end things so much as a sort of just... fading away? A heartbreaking parallel to how slowly they’d entangled themselves in each other’s lives before, and really? Who could blame Ecstasy for pulling away from a situation like that. And without the memories and the context to know why it hurts so much now that things are different, I don’t know if Raini would have gone chasing after her.  23. Write a ~300 scene between them with no dialogue, only body language. They’re supposed to be keeping an eye out for some diplomat, Raini thinks. It’s some trouble about wanting to make sure he hadn’t been intimidated into feeding information or supplies to some foreign power, potentially by doing some intimidating themselves. It seemed important at the time, when they made plans to secure invitations to a ball they’d knew he’d be attending. It had seemed important when she’d stayed up the night before sewing hidden pockets into the folds of the dress she’d be wearing so that she would have some way of smuggling spell components in with her. In fact, it had seemed important up until Raini looked up toward the source of commotion across the ballroom and found herself staring at a tiefling who had absolutely no right to be here. She’s wearing a starch pressed naval uniform -admiral, at least, and almost certainly stolen- that looks like it was made for her, golden buttons and unearned medals gleaming in the candlelight, boots that hug her calves like it’s their damn job, head thrown back as she laughs at something she said-- Raini’s eyes widen then narrow, shocked then indignant that this criminal had the gall to show her face here. They make eye contact seconds later and Raini scoffs at the way the pirate’s eyebrows shoot up at the sight of her. And then she has the audacity to wave? A lazy, two fingered acknowledgement that has Raini glaring daggers in return and setting aside the champagne she’d picked up so that she can stalk across the room to give the pirate a piece of her mind. The pirate seems to have the same thought, and excuses herself from the conversation she’d been having to intercept Raini halfway.  Her cocksure grin has only widened by the time their paths collide, and she effortless cuts off the scathing diatribe Raini had at the ready by extending her hand as an invitation to dance, and raising an eyebrow as a challenge to refuse. Raini, at a loss for words for one of the first times in her life, huffs and crosses her arms, turning up her nose in disdain. The audacity! The gall! The sheer impudence, it’s- It’s staggering. ...still. Raini’s eyes cut back to the fit of the pirate’s stolen uniform, to the shine of its gilding and her buffed leather boots, to the way she holds herself with the confidence that she has every right to be here and every expectation Raini will agree to dance. It’s absolutely infuriating; it’s the hottest thing Raini’s ever seen in her life.  The pirate’s hand is warm when Raini takes it, and the hand that settles low on her waist is even more so. The hand that slips around to the small of her back when the song finishes, turning her toward the open glass doors that lead out to a well-manicured, dimly lit garden sets a similar heat burning across her cheeks, and the hands that lay her out in a dark corner of the garden and creep up her thighs under the hem of her dress are a searing, white hot. 26. What are their favorite parts about physical affection/sex? Raini enjoys the chase! The flirting, the banter, the circling around one another and drawing each other in inch by inch until one of you caves and makes the first move. She loves feeling eyes on her back even though she acts like she doesn’t notice, loves feeling her own pulse begin to race and knowing that across from her Ecstasy’s is doing the same. She loves watching the edges of Ecstasy’s grin go sharp, watching her tail lash against the floor, while all the while she’s carrying on their conversation like nothing has changed. She loves the way her robes start to feel too hot, too heavy, and the way Ecstasy’s gaze tracks her movements as she reaches up to pull the collar open just a bit wider. The brush of a hand on her waist when the tension becomes too much, a silent order to follow to somewhere more private so you can both make good on everything your flirting promised. The sex is good, without question. But the build up? The anticipation? The Showmanship? That’s how you get repeat customers!  She also loves getting her pussy ate to the point that her thighs tremble and resent having to hold her up afterward, but really who wouldn’t? Nothing hotter than your sexy pirate girlfriend fucking you senseless then coming up for air, face wet from nose to chin, wearing an absolutely shit eating grin.

#brilliance #dia #rainivere #amnesia campaign #celebreultimaverba #YES I cheated with the semicolons for the vow one idk how I'm supposed to just write 'one line' like wtf even is that #DIDN'T write that brilliance prose in second person and yes i WOULD like a medal for it #also there's a mini epilogue to that bit that undermines the energy of the question so I'm putting it in the tags but #'she wakes up in the middle of the night with a warmth pressed against her back and soft breath against her hair' #she sighs but slowly reaches back to drape an arm over sienna's waist before drifting off again‚ secure knowing they can fix things tomorrow #GAY hours! #answered