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gammija · 18 days
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idk if anyone wanted more tiefling jon stuff, but regardless, here it is
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dcartcorner · 10 months
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networking night
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there is something so special about podcast live shows. about a room filled with people who share your same hyper-niche interest, about cheering when characters are introduced and iconic lines are said, about participating in the noise. it makes you feel understood, known, celebrated, and above all else, heard.
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ohlovers · 1 month
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YOU want your favourite character to be safe and happy. I want mine exhausted, beaten down, covered in scars and blood, made the wretched plaything of a terrible higher power. is that so much to ask.
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theallegedbird · 6 days
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Imagine DND night with the beast pirates
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During one session
Queen: Alright, you idiots somehow managed to kidnap the ambassador. You have him tied up in the dank, dark, dilapidated dungeon of the old capital ruins.
King: We need to interrogate him for answers, it's clear that he's working for the necromancer, he might know where he is. I roll for intimidation, *rolls* sixteen.
Queen: *mutters,* of course that is where you go with it, pervert. *Speaks loudly,* Your intimidation is only slightly successful. The ambassador knows his life is in danger and needs to flee. However, he refuses to answer your questions. He proclaims, "I will never tell you anything, I shall be loyal to my master till my last breath!"
Kaido: *really in the character of his half-orc barbarian* that can be arranged, little man.
Queen: *rolls for him* The ambassador stutters, his voice quivering, "I just received messages from him and carried out his bidding, I don't know where he is really."
Yamato: Perception check, I'd like to see if he is lying.
Queen: you'll need a nineteen or higher, Are you sure you want to do that?
Yamato: *rolls* nat 20.
Queen: you can tell he's lying big time, you can practically smell the nervous flop sweat on this guy from across the room.
You: I can make him talk, I cast heat metal on his bones.
Queen: heat metal only works on metal, it's literally in the name of the spell. It doesn't work on bones, since they're made of calcium.
You: and calcium is a soft metal.
Queen: what's your source.
You: *came prepared to dispute this because you've been looking for an excuse to use this knowledge for evil. You pulled out an advanced chemistry textbook with the page bookmarked and the section highlighted, and handed it to him.* Read it and weep.
Queen: *puts on his reading glasses to read it* ... Dear god, okay, you cast heat metal, roll a d10 for me.
You: *rolls* 8
Queen: and with a plus three modifiers... you heat his bones until he's screaming. The ambassador lasts only thirty seconds before he reveals that the wizard necromancer, Typhus the Terrible, lives in the glittering palace deep in the inky caverns of Roptian, which is guarded by the onyx dragon.
Sasaki: yer kind of scary sometimes.
You: thank you.
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At another session
Queen: okay, you enter the throne room, and the evil wizard is lounging on the glittering throne, Typhus the Terrible.
King: I roll for initiative *rolls dice*
Queen: critical fail, your fighter is dead.
Kaido: *rolls for attack* critical fail.. Hmm, I hate this game.
Queen: you are also dead, (y/n), you are the only one left with any spell slots or turns left. What are you gonna do?
You: ... I would like to cast summon water
King: there goes that campaign.
Queen: that spell lets you fill a space with water, are you sure that's what you want to do.
You: yes
Queen: the room fills with water
You: I didn't cast it in the room.
Queen: where then did you cast it?
You: inside the wizard's skull.
The whole room: *horrified*
Queen: you can't do that
You: the spell specifies that it fills a space, and a skull cavity is a space. And you let me fill the chest down the hall with water, why not this dude's head?
Queen: ugh, hang on a minute, I need to figure out the damage.... You killed the boss... You flooded his brain with so much water, that his skull exploded.
King: that's the most messed up thing I've ever heard.
Kaido: *mutters* we've done worse.
You: you should be very glad I don't have a devil fruit
King: I'm starting to see that now, thank you.
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eggnoodles0up · 1 year
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my friends are planning a dnd campaign and ive forced a couple of them to listen to tma so i will allow myself to make jon into a dnd character for the funsies :) (one of them is making a martin ripoff to match im so hyped guys)
hes a warlock half-elf and he looks way too pretty for how much of a mess he is (affectionate)
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(greyscale version bcs i think it looks nice)
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mortal-kingss · 5 months
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quick sketch for my tma dnd au!!!!!
[ID: An uncolored sketch of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood from a Dungeons and Dragons AU. The composition is a halfbody of the two of them, with both facing the camera. Jon is a Shadar-Kai, with long curly hair, half tied up in a bun, entirely black eyes, and glasses. He’s looking at the camera with a displeased expression. He’s wearing warlocks robes. Martin is a satyr, but instead of having slight goat-like appearances, it’s more orientated toward highland cows. His hair is short and half tied up in a ponytail with large horns coming out of his head. He’s looking behind/past the camera, also with a displeased expression. His right arm is on Jon’s shoulder. He’s wearing bard’s clothes, consisting of a poets shirt and a vest, as well as a backpack. End ID]
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the-lonely-crow · 1 year
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So you know how in 111 Gerry says he's not the Hunters Monster Manual? Right so that sparked a whole spiral of oh Gerry plays dnd! To eventually Gerry always wanted to play dnd but never had anyone to play with so.he just learned as much about the game as he could and made a bunch of characters in the desperate hope that someday he would have a group of friends that he could play with. It got to a point where any time things got Too Much he would sit down and spend a few hours making a new character or writing down a campaign idea.
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rosielav · 2 months
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This is your sign to relisten to your comfort podcasts
I just finished my relisten of Victoriocity, to celebrate the 3rd season starting. 10/10 would and will recommend. Seriously good storytelling, sound design, and voice acting.
Starting my relisten of Wooden Overcoats, and by Golly, this is one of the best decisions I've made. It's so charming and whimsical and silly and.... Guys
Please
This is your sign to listen
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gammija · 21 days
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dungeons and archivists
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dcartcorner · 6 months
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a fantasy/dnd au because i can't help myself and the thought of ancient blue dragon simon who disguises himself as a human brings me joy.
please enjoy this small one shot ft. s1 adventuring crew (please excuse any errors, writing is not my strong suit!)
Rumours at the Tavern Characters: Tim, Simon, Sasha, Martin, Jon Ships: none
It wasn’t what Tim would consider a nice tavern. He had performed in nicer ones, ones where the counters were meticulously cleaned and the patrons were at least passably polite to the serving staff, and a mug of ale would set you back a silver piece. This place was not quite like that.
Then again, Tim had been to worse sorts of dives.
The Lazy Storm sat right smack in the middle of the two kinds of taverns, perched on the cliff side overlooking the choppy seas of the western coast, amidst the fjords in the town of Killn’s Rest. Not a bad place, not a good place. Just a place, somewhere to  find some warmth, a quick meal, and something to drink. It was also the sort of tavern that didn’t take fire hazards all that seriously, if the number of people making merry that evening within its walls was any indication of the owner’s outlook on safety. It was busy, to the point where crowds spilled out onto the street even though the summer had come to a close and the winter, with its biting chill, was fast approaching.
Perhaps that’s why Tim noticed him - the old man. Because he was sitting on the bar top. 
There were few other seats around. Sasha had managed to charm their way to a table of their own earlier in the night while Martin tried to see about rooms, and their party had stayed planted at said table all night as the crowds slowly but surely filtered in for the evening. They were lucky, in this regard, as many other people were forced to stand shoulder to shoulder. Not that old man, though. Perched on the edge of the bar like a bird, smiling kindly at the person next to him.
And his choice of seat was not the only peculiar thing about him, Tim thought. He wore clothing that Tim could only describe as ornate. If this was one of those nice taverns Tim had played in, he might have expected that sort of the look, but this wasn’t one of those places. This was the Lazy Storm, and that man was incredibly overdressed. 
“It’s weird, right?” Tim said aloud. Martin looked up, then glanced around. Sasha craned her neck to look at him. Jon didn’t look up from his book. Tim nodded in the direction of the old man. “Someone dressed like that in a place like this. That’s odd, isn’t it?”
“Not really,” Sasha shrugged.
“Where?” Martin asked.
“Good on him, getting dressed up to go out for a night,” said Sasha. 
“I think it’s weird,” said Tim. Because it was. 
“Where?” Martin asked again. “Oh. Him? I mean. I suppose it’s… well, it’s a little odd.” The twist of a frown at the corners of Martin’s mouth. “Someone should offer him a seat.”
“Seems happy enough where he is,” Sasha said with a huff of a laugh as the other man at the bar leaned closer to the old man and whispered something to him. 
“Could we please focus,” Jon finally interjected, shutting the book. 
Tim rolled his eyes as he took a swig of his drink. It wasn’t silver coin ale. This was a copper-piece-per-tankard-ale, and it tasted like it. Which was to say, it tasted like a good night in the making.
“Have any of you actually asked anyone about any jobs yet?” Jon said.
“Asked just about as many people as you,” Tim said. By this, Tim meant: none. 
“There’s a rat problem in the sewers,” Sasha said, “according to one guard. Doesn’t pay well, but at least it pays.”
“There are bandits, too,” Martin added. “Uh, just out east of here. Somewhere. Apparently they have a den in the woods? But I think someone might’ve already taken that one.”
“Mm.” Jon was not impressed. He looked over at Tim. “Anything?”
Tim raised his hands. “Don’t look at me, I can get a job whenever.” Plenty of people out there who were willing to pay for some good music. “Or did you forget who bought the rooms and drinks?”
Jon leaned his elbows on the table and put his face in his hands momentarily. Then looked up at Tim and said, “Could you please just. Ask.”
“Jon, maybe we should just… take a night off?” Martin suggested. “It wouldn’t be the worst thing…”
Jon shot him a look and that was the end of that conversation.
Well, didn’t matter. Jon didn’t have to join them in having a good night if he didn’t want to. Tim wasn’t going to let it bother him, and he got up to go order another drink with his own hard earned money, ignoring how much lighter his coin purse was compared to earlier that day.
Why was it his problem anyway, that they didn’t have much in the way of coin? He wasn’t going to let it get to him. It wasn’t getting to him. He and Sasha and Martin were just some poor souls dragged along on Jon’s pointless quest to find some answers that had nothing to do with any of them. So why did it matter?
It didn’t matter.
Dammit. 
The old man was not the first person he asked that night about a job. As he waited for a drink he asked the person to his left and to his right, but neither of them were keen on talking - and it took him a little too long to realize they were part of their own adventuring party based on the matching bands on their arms, and wouldn’t be sharing any information with him. He tried to ask the bartender as well, but she was too busy to give him any answer that was not a look of inconvenience. 
Tim sighed. And he kept asking, until finally his route around the tavern brought him to the old man at the bar. Sat there, dressed strangely, looking for all the world like he should be just about anywhere else. 
“Are you quite alright?” the old man asked him. Tim blinked. “Not that I mind, but I’ve been told it’s rude to stare.”
Had he been staring? “Sorry,” Tim said. The old man smiled at him.
“Something I can do for you?” the old man asked. 
Tim looked around briefly. The other person with whom the old man had been speaking earlier that night was gone. “Don’t suppose there is,” Tim said. “Unless you know of any get rich quick jobs around this place.”
The old man chuckled. “Well now, I can think of a few, but I’m not entirely sure those are the type you’re looking for,” he said, resting his hands on the head of his cane which he had propped up on the empty edge of one of the bar-stools. “Tough times, out there. Or so I hear. Something about the supply and demand of it all, I think. Too many adventurers, too few problems that need solving! At least around these parts.” The old man sighed thoughtfully. “This coast isn’t what it used to be. Time was you couldn’t take two steps on the road without running into bandits or cultists or a proper mountain troll. Now you’d be lucky to find a good sized rat nest to clean up.”
“Yeah, well. Killing rats doesn’t pay well,” Tim said. 
The old man smiled, watching Tim over the rim of his glasses. His eyes were sharply blue, Tim noticed. “No,” the man agreed. “No it doesn’t.” He tilted his head. “Terribly sorry, but I’m afraid you’ll have to go further afield to find anything.”
“Thanks anyway,” Tim said, defeated. 
“Although,” the old man said as Tim was turning away. Tim paused and looked back at him. “I’ve heard a rumour. There have been a few ships that have come into the harbour with some particularly strange news out of the Shivering Straight. Up north. Word is there have been a handful of whaling ships that have gone missing around Helkelson Bay. Only a couple of survivors. Those that do manage to best the frostbite say… well. You know how sailors can be, always creating the most fanciful stories. A ghost ship, they say! The mayor of Helkelson isn’t altogether convinced it’s anything so peculiar as that, though I hear he’s offering a handsome reward to anyone willing to… solve the problem. Whatever that problem may be.”
“Helkelson?” Tim said. 
“That’s right,” the old man replied with a smile. “Ask around the docks, I’d say. Plenty of merchant ships coming and going that way. Of course, it’s only a rumour.”
Tim smiled back. “Better than nothing.”
It was at that moment the old man’s companion returned and gave Tim a wary look. Tim took it as his cue to leave with a nod of thanks and an imaginary tip of the hat before he returned to the table to join his companions. 
“Let me start,” he said to them, “by saying you’re welcome. Now, any of you been to the Shivering Straight?”
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lillianforest22 · 8 months
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What do theses three podcast have in common
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Is it that two of them are D&D
Is it that two of them mention panopticons
Is it that they have eldritch beings
No.
It’s is than in each fandom there is a cursed photos of someone from said podcast
I rest my case
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antony-art · 6 months
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variksel · 1 year
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have started to notice that podcast fandoms have huge problems with art theft and its nagging at me
i dont think fans of shows, especially podcasts, realize that when you save art from tumblr or twitter or whatever and then repost it without credit, youre still stealing art no matter if you claim its yours or not. its so incredibly annoying to spend hours on art that you really like, only to have it be reposted without any mention of your name anywhere by some tiktok or tumblr user making a meme collab or an aesthetic board or whatever. i get that these characters dont have canon faces that you can use but that doesnt mean you can just take other peoples work and pretend you dont know how reverse google image searching works.
if you dont have credit, then dont repost the art. its real fuckin simple. ive seen way too many edits or meme compilation makers try to squirm their way around this and i think its because they know its bad to do and they dont wanna steal art, but that doesnt mean you can still do it you annoying lil shits
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[ID: A two-panel meme showing two men at a dinner table. The first man, labeled "tma artists," sets down a plate labeled " 'please credit us when using our art' " in front of the other man, who is labeled "tma fans." The second man throws the plate away, now labled "art credit". End ID]
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eggnoodles0up · 5 months
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silly doodles from the last dnd session teehee,,, jon had a birthday party and then had a breakdown bcs martin was being too pretty
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