(Context: we’re playing Curse of Strahd. One of the random encounters is a crazy dude and five twig blights. Our party of five, myself included, quickly get through most of them…but we’re having a lot of trouble with the last blight… After going an entire round with no one hitting this thing:)
Me: Geez, this thing is badass. We should keep it as our mascot.
Cleric: ….. I try to reason with it.
DM: Uh, okay, what do you say?
Cleric: “Hey little guy, calm down. We won’t hurt you. If you stop, we’ll be friends.”
DM: Roll persuasion.
Cleric: [rolls] ….Uh….low….
Me: I give him advantage.
DM: Okay, what do you say?
Me: “We’ll be great friends! We’ll take you out of here and give you lots of sunlight!” (At the time I didn’t know they were vampiric, lol.)
Cleric: [rolls again] 26!
DM: You see the bush pause, seeming to listen…and then it lashes out at you! [rolls] ….Critting!
(Everyone collectively loses their shit. It’s the sorcerer’s turn.)
Paladin: Wait, wait. Can you delay? I want to try something.
DM: There’s no “delay”, but you can hold an action.
Sorcerer: I hold a firebolt if it attacks.
DM: Alright. Paladin’s turn.
Paladin: Okay, I try to reason with it.
DM: What do you say?
Paladin: I come over to it, and start to pet it. “It’s okay little buddy, we’ll be nice, we promise.”
DM: It attacks you. [rolls] ….Critting again!
Sorcerer: I launch my firebolt. [hits, rolls damage]
Everyone: NO!
DM: The shrub goes up in flame and keels over, motionless.
Me: NO, LARRY!
(There’s a few minute cut here in which we loot the corpse and I, a grave cleric, bury the dead man and try to decide what to do with Larry. Eventually…)
Me: I plant Larry and hope his roots are strong.
Cleric: We can come back later to check on him.
Warlock: We can just take him with us.
Me: OMG yes. Anyone have a pot??
Sorcerer: I have a small chest…
Me: I plant him with some dirt in the chest.
DM: Wow, guys. Wow. Okay.
(We proceed to roll nature checks to figure out what this thing is and how to take care of it. The Paladin rolls high enough to get its full creature block. We now know that it’s vampiric.)
Cleric: I was hurt in the battle, so I drip some of my blood on the plant.
Warlock: I’ll do the same.
DM: [in total disbelief] Okay, both of you take one point of damage for feeding the shrub.
(They happily do so. Much later we encounter a woman on the road to Valaki, the lady who sells dream cakes. The DM forgot about her in the village so he put her here so we can have an interaction. We eventually discover her secrets, beat the crap out of her, and she escapes, leaving her cart behind.)
Me: So it has a hatch and stuff? I want to put dirt in the hatch and plant Larry in it.
DM: …You….You do so…
Me: Sweet!
(Now we have a twig blight we torched and are now attempting to nurse back to health. The DM has since gone to a DM group to ask advice about this development and he’s basically been told to give us Larry. XD I might be back in another week with a Larry update…)
Nother sketch! I may digitalize later
Day 9! Magtober! Spiral! Did my own design for this one too
Once again this is @emerald-emerlad prompt list im doing today! ^w^
Here's me! It's as close as I could get...didn't have curly hair or brown eyes...
its me!
Reblog to give your followers choccy milk
Mine would be rawljed
last two letters of your first name
middle two letters of your last name
first two letters of your mother’s name
last letter of your father’s name
mine would be Urlelan. Reblog and tag this with yours!
This was important for a 90s anime
This was important to the characters
Netflix did not hide around the fact
Netflix removed an early representation of homosexuality that wasn’t fan service in anime
They made the gay character straight!!
They wrote out a characters depth and made the scene shallow because they took out the fact a character was gay.
They litteraly released an anime in pride month and wrote out huge themes of homosexuality, healthy gay love, telling someone that love is the cure to helping someone not telling them to ‘man up’ or ‘be a man.’
If this goes silent, then have fun with Netflix thinking it’s okay to write out gay undertones for their own personal narrative
The Riddler hijacks the local TV airwaves and appears onscreen holding a comically long roll of paper. After dramatically clearing his throat, he proceeds to read from it.
“The following is a list of people who can suck it. Number One: The Joker. I don’t think I need to explain that one. Number Two: Cluemaster. Fuck you, you stole my bit, and I will be like a plague unto your house. Number Three: King Tut. You also stole my bit, but did it while killing people and got me arrested for murder. Also, I’m, like, 93% sure you’re a white guy and your costume is racist.
“Number Four: The Scarecrow. I know you ate my leftover Chinese, Jon, even though I wrote my name on it. I was saving that for lunch. I had to eat a goddamn peanut butter and jelly sandwich like a five-year-old. It was all you had in the hideout. For fuck’s sake, go shopping, not all of us can live like a bridge troll.
“Number Five: The Penguin. You- No, no, wait, wait… That one should be crossed out. He replaced that and apologized. Never mind, Oswald, you’re fine. Drinks at 7:00 tomorrow, right?
“Anyway, where was…? Ah, yes. Number Six: The Mad Hatter. You carded me and left me like that for six hours because I, and I quote, ‘would not stop talking about Mythbusters.’ Well, excuse me for trying to make intellectually stimulating conversation on a level you could understand. I suppose every time you prattle on about mome raths and borogoves it’s goddamn Shakespeare? Well… Well, it’s Carroll, but… Oh, you know what I mean!
“Number Seven: Catwoman. You left me hanging by one hand from a ledge five stories up and holding a twenty-pound bag of jewels and very pointy objets d'art while you ‘distracted’ the Dark Knight. I know you were making out with him, Selina. You were gone for fifteen minutes. My shoulder almost dislocated. Very unprofessional.
“Number Eight: Kite Man.”
Here the Riddler pauses, lifting his narrowed gaze to glare at the camera, voice dropping to an ominous tone.
“You know what you did…”
His demeanor shifts quickly, and he’s back to reading from his list almost cheerfully.
“Number Nine! Th-”
He’s interrupted by a crashing noise in the background and looks over his shoulder just an instant before a deep voice angrily growls, “Riddler!”
“Oh, for the love of-” He turns to glare at the camera, speaking quickly. “Number Nine: Batman! Interrupting me while I’m on television making very important- Hm-mmph!”
He’s reduced to muffled curses as a black gloved hand covers his mouth and pulls him out of frame. The camera tilts, a cracking noise is heard, and the broadcast turns to static.