#dnd vibes

[thecoddaughter]

In an odd way, Willow feels so comforting and homey, like a home dnd game. None of the characters should fit together in a party, everyone is still learning their skills, inter party conflict, one character who really just want the quest complete because it’s personal… and gay!

#willow disney+ #willow series #willow #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd vibes #kit tanthalos #elora danan #prince graydon #boorman #jade willow

[jmrothwell]

Said I’d go power nap wrote this for the AU I love to explore lately instead.

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Hay, Julie had decided, was a tricky thing. She had been surprised to find it softer than she expected, a finer bed than a forest floor to say the least. The trouble she was finding with hay however was that it kept sticking in the most random of places, especially in her hair. 

She groaned as she rolled and discovered hay had wound its way into her strands. She would be picking the substance out for weeks. She was trying to remind herself that she was lucky to have had the pile of hay in the relatively warmer and dryer barn to sleep on at all. 

Regrettably the moderately better conditions had done nothing to aid her to obtain a restful sleep like she hoped. Too caught up in the anxieties and memories that plagued her. 

She slowly sat up, deciding she had gotten as much sleep as she was going to. Especially now that the light of dawn was starting to filter through into the barn where it could. 

“Good morning” A warm tenor voice drawled behind her causing her heart to quicken it’s beating. The voice was far too young to belong to the older couple she had spied on and assumed were the owners of this barn. 

She slowly turned uncertain of who or what she was hoping to find. The blade, no doubt sharp, the young man used to peel his green apple was initially disconcerting.

 However she could see it was strictly for utility. The other knives, the bow, and quiver of arrows sitting just to his side on the other hand were far more worrying. 

“Good morning.” She spoke hoarse from sleep and the sudden stone that had lodged its way into her throat. Her eyes finally examined the owner of the weapons she had spotted. A habit she regetably had found the need to develop, identify the weapons before the person behind them.

He was paler than she would have pictured given the state of his worn boots and clothes clearly designed for travel. Although the constellation of freckles that decorated his nose and cheeks helped to explain that away. His dark hair was short and mostly brushed away from his face, though it appeared there were a couple of strands valiantly fighting to fall across his forehead.

“You know.” He spoke, a bright cheerful tone resonating through the still barn. His voice drew her eyes to his, a resplendent green she’d only seen rivaled by dewey grass. Those eyes hid a deceptive depth behind the mischievous glint they currently sparkled with, she decided.

“I was told that there was a free bed of hay I could use for the night.” He continued on, his eyes flickering over her, clearly analyzing her. 

He offered her half of his apple with a smile, which she took with a mumbled thanks but did not eat. “I suppose it’s always possible the kindly gentleman who extended the offer had simply forgotten he had given it away for the night.”

“Yes I suppose that is what could have happened.” She spoke, hoping it didn’t show too clearly on her face that she hadn’t even bothered to ask. His eyes were still analytical, flicking to every move she made. 

His smile faltered as his gaze drifted over her untouched portion of apple. He swallowed hard as he chewed his lip, his gaze drifted down to clean and resheath his knife. She couldn’t read his eyes when they caught hers again. 

“It’s not poisoned.” He stated flatly, jutting his chin toward her hand. 

Julie averted her gaze, suddenly feeling guilty that she must have offended him. But she still wasn’t certain what to make of him. For all she knew this was just some friendly tactic to gain her trust then lure her wherever he wanted.

It had happened before. She’d seen many a trick and heard many a threat over the past few years.

Somehow she did trust him though or maybe she was just so desperate to be able to trust anyone that she was willing to give him the chance. He found her asleep, and could have easily dragged her away then if that was his goal. His weapons were set to the side and not on his person.

It’s always possible he hadn’t heard of her, she’d traveled far. It’d be nice to believe she may actually have the privilege of starting her life anew soon. 

A small smile broke across her face, the first real smile she’d felt in a while. With her first bite her face recoiled slightly, as the slight acidity of the apple tried to bite back at her tongue.

“Sorry,” he laughed. “I should have warned you it is a bit sour, especially if you aren’t used to it. Or are a particularly sweet individual.”

A warmth bloomed under her cheeks at his words and the wink he accompanied them with. Then she snorted as she held back a laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. He smiled all the bright regardless.

Her apple piece was finished soon enough and Julie decided it was probably best for her to take her leave. She didn’t want to risk needing to properly explain she had snuck into the barn for the night, even though she suspected he already knew. 

She did her best to brush out her hair with her fingers, and gathered her small bag. 

“Where you headed?” He asked, as he began to gather his own things again, his combat knives making their way onto his belt. 

“I’m not entirely certain yet.” She answered, a partially honest answer as it left out that it’d be more accurate to say she was running from something. 

“Perfect.” He chirped, his weapons and cloak back on him again as he ambled to where she stood taking stock of her small dwindling food and coin supply. “That’s where I’m headed to.”

She shot him a disbelieving look, one of her eyebrows perked up. Her concern that she’d need to flee from him slowly unburied itself from the back of her mind though it was short lived.

There was an earnestness to him she hoped wouldn’t lead her astray.

“Perhaps we can travel there together, at least for the time being.” He said and while his tone made it sound like it was just a friendly suggestion, she could see the concern he couldn’t mask in his eyes. 

“I’m Reggie by the way.” He offered a hand forward.

She briefly hesitated but took his wrist in her grip, “Julie, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

#julie and the phantoms #julie molina #reggie peters #fantasy magic au #DnD vibes

[immadicegoblin]

So I am making a pantheon for my next DND campaigns world. And during the process of making some gods and making mythos around them I suddenly fell in love with the idea of these two gods becoming partners so, in a ADHD hyperfixationd fever dream I decided to write a fanfiction for my own mythos.

Now you may ask "Tumblr user losttobleeding; if its your mythos for your dnd world, then wouldn't what you wrote be cannon. And therefore be a part of the fiction?"

And to that I say "Yes and no. It is what I would consider to be overly detailed to be an actual story in the world's mythology. I see it more like a dramatization of how the two gods came together; as the true story of how it happened cannot be known to any mortal in the world. There for I think of it as a separate fiction that probably exists in the world. Making it a fan fiction inside the fiction."

Good thing you didn't ask that question thiu- or else this post would be long ass fuck.

Anyway I wanted to share the story here cuz I really like it; but it is not technically finished yet but I liked the stopping point it's at. Here we go!

The Lord of the hunt turned over the blacked carcass of some mangled creature; his heart flooding with relief as he realized the creature used to be some sort of demonic behemoth instead of the War hound he was missing.

Every one of his generals and soldiers gathered in clusters in a desperate search of Murak- a gigantic black wolf beast that Yatuar - the God of war- had tamed centuries back. And as the God and his grand army searched for the dog Yataur couldn't help but curse himself for not bestowing some kind of godly power on the beast and for not ordering him to stay by his side.

Yatuar had seen an enemy ballista manage to hit the giant wolf several times with bolts the size of trees and before he could rush in to aid his loyal companion Murak seemed to vanish- disappearing in the sea of bodies and seething bloodlust. Then, before Yataur knew it the battle was over and his giant black wolf was gone.

Eventually; after hours of searching, Yatuar's mortal army had grown tired and weary so they set up camp to rest while the god continued his search and after nearly an entire night of searching the God came to the edge of the battlefield and saw the forest of the maiden Goddess Anaca, where he found in the brush, black fur and blood leading into the woods.

Determined to get back his dog, he began following the trail into the forest and as morning came the God stumbled upon a spring in the center of the wilds where he saw Murak with a tall humanoid woman with long red hair, opalescent skin and brown eyes.

She wore nothing but the small flowers that decorated her hair; and though she was about the size of a human and of similar form he knew who she was.

Yataur stormed into the meadow, marching up to the woman, and as he did the ground beneath his feet quaked; yet the woman did not flinch. She merely looked up at the god with a careless expression as she stroked the giant black dog's fur.

"May I help you?" The Goddess Anaca asked in a calm tone.

Yataur crouched but still towered over the young goddess. "You've stolen my dog." He accused sturnly. "I would like him returned."

The woman chuckled and looked away from the gigantic green orcish god. "Something can not be stolen if it wanders into my domain." She shook her head and her hair seemed to dance in the wind. "He is rightfully mine."

Yataur grumbled some annoyance under his breath as he slowly rose from his crouched stance. "And what's stopping me from merely taking him from you?"

Anaca did not look up from the dog as she wiped some blood from its snout. "Your army rests just outside my woods. It would be such a shame if they all perished while their commander was away, looking for the hound that he neglected to protect in battle." She said coolly before looking up at the God with a confident smirk. "It would be easy. Mortals are so weak to the power of the wilds if they do not have experience with its terrifying beauty."

There was a spark of surprise in Yatuar that shouldn't have been there. He knew the maiden goddess was ruthless. She had made a name for herself; reviving the world and rebuilding nature after the multiverse broke and the old gods perished. She had been notorious in the last 200 years or so for her wild nature and vindictive sense of justice. A stark difference from her sister; Yera- the Forgemaiden; Goddess of Law, order and creation. Who was also technically a goddess of war, but she was never really worshiped in that capacity.

"You'd really do that?" Yataur asked rhetorically.

The smirk didn't leave the Goddess's face. "Perhaps I would."

The Hulking man sighed; with bitter words on his lips. "Then perhaps we could negotiate a trade?"

The woman laughed loudly, with no concern for the God whose expression quickly became more and more angered as time passed. "Oh certainly!" She bellowed boisterously. "I will return your beast if you give me your hand!" Anaca laughed as more colorful flowers sprouted in her hair.

A jest of course. Anaca was a maiden goddess after all, well known for rejecting all proposals; and even going as far as hunting or straight up killing those who gazed upon her with lustful eyes. But Yataur smiled at the mock offer.

"I accept." He said, a sort of smugness creeping into his tone

The Goddess's face fell to an expression of annoyance and shock. "I was joking." She states with a harsh tone.

It was Yataur's turn to laugh as he stated "Well I'm not!" His great belly shook, as did the ground, as he laughed loudly. "I will be back tomorrow with gifts and a wedding party. Be prepared to be swept off your feet. And to give me back my dog."

Before the Goddess could protest any further; Yatuar left the meadow and returned to his army to tell them of his plans.

Yataur did not expect the Goddess to go through with the marriage; and expected her to give back Murak to make him leave but to really sell the wedding idea Yataur had his men scour the battlefield for any riches their fallen enemy may have on them; while he crafted two rings from the horns of a beast he'd slain during his travels.

By the next morning the rings were finished and what riches the dead did have were collected; and the God marched into the forest with his closest generals and the riches in tow.

When Yataur arrived back in the meadow he was incredibly shocked to find it had changed. Thousands upon thousands of white flowers adorned everything. The edge of the spring, the meadows treeline; even the flowers of the meadow itself had changed to a stark white color that damn near burned the Gods eyes with its reflecting light. And amidst it all was the Goddess. Standing gloriously in the meadows center with white flowers in her hair; dressed in a gown made of the same variety of white flowers, Murak sat beside her, with white flowers decorating his dark fur.

Taken aback, Yataur spoke nervously; seeing the Goddess smiling smugly in the snow colored field. "I have returned; bearing the gifts I spoke of."

The riches were presented and Anaca scoffed. "You call those gifts?" Her smug expression did not shift. "That is simply inadequate. I require better compensation for my hand, oh Lord of the hunt."

Her tone mocked him as she spoke his title and he had to bite his lip to keep his anger contained. For such a small Goddess she sure had a lot of snark.

After a moment Yataur sighed. "Of course Matrone of the wilds, this is merely the first of many. "

#idk #dnd #fiction #or fanfiction #that is the question #dnd lore #homebrew #short story #gods falling in love #general enemies to lovers vibes #the Dog becomes a god btw #its great #dnd tumblr #dnd vibes #can the author of the world write fan fiction about it? yes

[avi17]

I feel like Pacific Rim, Mad Max: Fury Road, and Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves are kind of a perfect trifecta of action movies. They’re not necessarily Oscar material but they’re all great at being the kind of thing they are trying to be, they’re all entertaining but not afraid of being genuinely emotional, and they’re all generally not hampered by dumb sexist action movie nonsense because their main female characters have their own arcs, are not designed for the male gaze, and the main M/F relationships are platonic. More things like this please!!

#dungeons and dragons: honor among thieves #dndhat #pacific rim #mad max #mad max: fury road #dnd movie #different secondary genres same quality vibes

[anonbeadraws]

illustration Commission for @comiclz of Saga. who even when Raging and covered in blood, is the hottest one in the room 🥵🩸 🩸commission info/tip me?🩸

#anonbeadraws #digital #digital art #dnd commission #commission #tw blood #digital commission #artists on tumblr #digital illustration #tiefling #barbarian #sword #hot #wlw #women are hot tho #and if you rceognise miss saga from a previous commission #this just follows her vibe tbh #i adore

[ronkoza]

some Stjerne sketches

#original character #stjerne #stjerne mossvik #dnd #firbolg #this cow has such different vibes than his modern au version #like they are two different person at some point

[pigeon-princess]

You may be ancient and you may be the land... but I'll be damned if you're not my liege.

I wanted to have a go at designing some outfits for Strahd and Rahadin! I really miss running around Castle Ravenloft and being scared out of my mind interacting with these two.

#Curse of Strahd #ravenloft #strahd #strahd von zarovich #Rahadin #barovia #cos #dnd #dungeons & dragons #dungeons and dragons #my art #dnd art #curse of strahd art #babes in the woods #dungeons and dragons art #pigeon princess #The most beloved and hostile 600 year old work relationship ive ever seen #Silas found dead on the steps of Castle Ravenloft from Rahadin's bad vibes alone

[emiett]

This is Mercy, Violence's patron/parole officer who very much means well but who is very much an out-of-touch overworked non-profit employee. She and Vi are connected via fine magical golden chains.

#dnd oc #dnd character #dnd art #paladin #dnd #violence oc #mercy oc #elspeth #hunches and vibes #my art #oc

[marinecanary]

whoever said that brennan was literally just going to make them take the ACT, step up and claim your prize

#i am a trivia nerd this is my fucking vibe #i am actually so hyped #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #dnd #dimension20

[oddthesungod]

Another NPC from the campaign I'm DMing!

My players just had an audience with Lady Perenne, the ruler of the Autumn Court in the Feywild, so here she is! ☺️💖

#dnd #dnd oc #archfey #dnd character art #oc: lady perenne #honse doodles #i love that they nicknamed her 'autumn galadriel' aksdhaskj #i wasn't expecting to go for those vibes with her #but the way the audience played out def got me leaning that HEEHEE #it was fun!!!

[c-rowlesdraws]

As much as Snowpea is great I do wanna throw some love out there for Nettle too. She's got great goblin design and everything I've seen with her in it has been real fun.

thank you! I have fun drawing her.

(shirt inspired by a real one seen on @shiftythrifting, one of the best blogs on this website)

(also her gnoll friend's name is Sweet Pea, not Snow Pea, but that's ok Snow Pea could be a cute nickname)

#goblin #dnd #dnd art #nettle the goblin #i feel like her usual fantasy outfit that I still haven't put enough thought into makes her look cooler than she actually is #so this is a modern outfit that really channels her vibe #my art #ask #sweet pea the gnoll

[jmrothwell]

Am I seriously considering starting 2 more long fics when I have 2 to 5(dependent on how you count) WIP’s already?

Why Yes, yes I am. 

#Yelling into the void #Bound #DnD Vibes #While You're in the World #So I Whisper Now in Your Ear #Bleeding Out #Bent Spoon #Slices of Summer #fanfic

[meteorblazes]

@basketobread’s OC LUNARA!!!!!! She is so babygirl… cups her face so so gently and gives her a little smooch on the crown of her head…. RAHHHH SELUNITE TAV IS SO BASEDDDDDDDD RATTLES YOU BY THE SHOULDERS AND SHES SO FUN TO DRAW. THE COMICS SHES IN ARE SO FUN AND SO SO SILLY THEY MAKE ME GIGGLE AND GRIN LIKE A SILLY LITTLE FOOL

Hope you dont mind i gave her a fun little dress TEEHEE

#meteorblaze art #my art #dnd art #dnd character #I LOVEEEEEEE HERRRRRR AND I LOVE YOUR ART ITS SO FUN #I HOPE I CAPTURED HER VIBE…. #WRAAAAA THIS WAS SO FUN TO DO #runs around like a rabid raccoon

[bignostalgias]

as soon as Rapunzel was introduced in the grimmdark fairytale comedy dnd show my rotbtd-poisoned brain immediately wanted to draw the rest of the gang

#drew this in a fever dream so designs based on nothing but vibes #mine #rotbtd #rotbtd dnd #big 4 >:) #this has been sitting in my drafts for a week bc it feels super obscure but if I don’t post it how will ppl know how cringe I am #this is MY house #!!!

[thefoldedcranedice]

Delft Blue

This is the last hand painted set I made in the Delft Blue pattern and I don't plan on making any more any time soon.

Grab yours here!

#resin dice #dice #dungeons and dragons #dice maker #dnd #dnd dice #dungeons and dragons dice #handmade dice #resin artist #custom dice #polyhedral dice #rpg dice #goblin aesthetic #goblin vibes #dice goblin #click clacks #math rocks #ttrpg dice #ttrpg #tabletop dice #the folded crane dice #delft blue #hand painted

[say-hi-intrepid-heroes]

the simplest and silliest DM trick that somehow has increased the quality of my worldbuilding/session prep by like a solid 50%:

listen to tv show or movie soundtracks while you're prepping. no lyrics, not something you'd usually listen to on its own, but it works???? i truly don't know how, but i listened to the Shadow and Bone S2 soundtrack all while doing my worldbuilding and its way better than anything i've done before. something about them violins, man.

#i truly don't know how this works so damn well cause usually i don't vibe with soundtracks but hey #d&d #dnd #dungeons & dragons