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tea-with-eleni · 5 months

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He is ancient. He is the land. He is adorable.

#dungeons and dragons #curse of strahd #my art #strahd von zarovich #dungeons and/or dragons #dnd #strahd #chibi strahd

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rosebramblewolf · 2 years

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other peoples lives and/or health keep necessitating we push our sessions back and i am being starved of d&d and i would just like to know why the universe is choosing to single me out for this kind of persecution

#dungeons and/or dragons

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trans-rights-coastalmangoes · 15 days

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you know he would have been one of Those kids

inspired by this pic:

#it's me. i'm THose kids. years on ppl were still like “hey u were the guy who drew really cool dragons”#dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #laios touden #laios dungeon meshi

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 18 days

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Knowledge Revenge.

#dungeon meshi #chilchuk tims #senshi #Somewhat of an unofficial sequel to the Dragon Comic. I promise I have more versatility in my jokes. I just had to take this opportunity.#Senshi is pretty much a recluse. I think he would know a few of these 'gottems' but not all.#Chilchuck would know gottems that are nearly lost to time. The deep cuts. The ones that you fall for because they are that obscure.#I would also like to take a moment to confess that after the last comic in which I posed a gottem -#I fell victim to a Mind Goblin Attack. I was thoroughly got. I will be on higher alert this time.#So NOBODY be funny in the tags. I am gullible and I like to share things with my friends. Who are *ruthless*.#I have a mild resistance to Vicious Mockery at this point but I can only take so much.#Happy Thistle Thursday Everyone! See you next week!

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animentality · 2 months

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#twitter #dungeons and dragons #dnd #dungeons and dragons honor among thieves

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theshehulkproject · 6 months

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Some D&D party is out there playing the coolest campaign ever.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd #image description in Alt text #reddit #aita

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sleepyyghostt · 3 months

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inspired by the scariest words my dm has ever said to me and the subsequent coolest (AND SCARIEST) scene of my life

#i wikll explain context in a reblog in one moment #textpost tag #dnd #dungeons and dragons #solar powered sundays #sps #dnd memes

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onehobgoblin · 2 months

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I really like dungeon meshi, so take this bit of propaganda

#ttrpg #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd meme #pathfinder #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon

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kavaleyre · 23 days

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• The Hanged Man •

“Compared to what Falin went through? This is nothing.”

#my art #laios touden #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi laios #hanged man #falin touden #dungeon meshi spoilers #cw blood #walk it off kid walk it off #I really thought hanged man was a good choice for this moment #hanged man is all about sacrifice and introspection and intuition #and a moment of trials that lead to clarity #also when he was falling??? with the blood out of the dragons mouth???#stunning #i love him so much #the line art for this was so fast and then I colored and revolted the flats for like. 20 hours #like how it turned out in the end tho #kavaleyre

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just-dnd-thingys · 8 months

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#dnd #dnd stuff #dnd things #dnd thingys #dungeons and dragons #d&d #dungeon master #d&d ideas

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tea-with-eleni · 7 days

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Ladies of Barovia: Meanwhile, In Ravenloft

From Ireena's point of view, as she's spent a couple of sessions (and several days in-game now) trapped at Ravenloft. Fortunately, she isn't quite alone. Unfortunately, for better or for worse, she has been adopted by the brides. Or, at least, the two that actually have free will and are, in fact, true vampires: Ludmilla and Volenta.

Being adopted by a vampire is emphatically Not Great, but it does help a little when your adoptive vampire has decided that, if it comes down to a choice between siding with you or siding with Strahd, they're quite tired of Strahd von Zarovich.

“As much as I appreciate you serving as my emergency guard vampire, you do have to sleep eventually. Also… I’m pretty sure you have to eat.”

“Sweetness, I have slept. Enough. Every night, after I cast the spell for the little hut, I do sleep. I’m fine.” Ludmilla isn’t looking at you. You think you have it figured out. You’re not sure she can charm you the same way Strahd can. She isn’t looking at you because she’s uncomfortable. Or, and the possibility terrifies you, she’s ravenous.

You groan.

“And eating? You clearly haven’t, and it isn’t like I don’t know that I’m food. How long until you slip?” She does look at you then. Her eyes are wide, crimson, and… afraid.

“I won’t.” She doesn’t sound certain. Ludmilla crosses her arms and almost runs to the window. “I won’t, Ireena! I’ve dealt with far, far worse for your sake. Doing it with you here? That’s nothing. I can keep you safe.” She’s shaking. You join her, looking out over the garden you’ve come to detest. Cautiously, you take her hand. It’s as cold as the stone of the windowsill, but warms slightly at your touch. Her fingernails are like talons, but she does not clench her hand and does not draw your blood. You’re a complete and utter fool, giving her an opening like this when she must long to drain you dry, but she still seems in control of herself for now. Barely. What gave her that iron self control?

You don’t want to ask. She almost certainly does not want to answer. You wouldn’t. There are plenty of things about your past, from this life and previous lives, that you don’t want to revisit in any way — the fire in the church. The pure dread when you realized your sister was missing. The now-tainted memories of the mysterious visitor who was so romantic when he snuck into your little cottage. The gory feast of St Andral that, and you would be a fool to forget, the woman next to you caused.

The woman next to you who, with her free hand, is gripping the windowsill as if her life depends upon it. The woman next to you, who has not left your side since Strahd returned. She does not seem to completely share your fear and loathing of him, but it is clear that her relationship to the lord of Ravenloft is far from idyllic. And… she has tried to prove her use to you. It is almost certainly another mind game of some kind, but she has crafted spells to keep Strahd from intruding on your sleep. At your request, she made sure that your friends were alive and, although you definitely don’t trust Volenta as far as you can throw her, Volenta also wasn’t lying when she said she had no interest in hurting your friends. Ludmilla sent Volenta to help them escape the amber temple. Volenta was not lying when she swore to Ludmilla that she would do her best.

You can’t trust Ludmilla.

You would be a fool to trust Ludmilla. No matter what she says, no matter what she does, she has killed countless innocents.

But she has never done anything to directly harm you. Strahd, your only other option at the moment, has. Even at his most romantic, even in the lives where you almost might have come to return his affections, Strahd caused your death. Strahd killed or endangered your loved ones. Strahd has been the source, ultimately, of everything bad in your life. Memories of past lives threaten to overwhelm you, to the point where you almost miss that Ludmilla has released her death grip on the windowsill to focus back on you.

“Once Volenta returns, I’ll see more to my own needs. Non-lethally, if that’s a concern. Despite what my previous actions may have indicated, we don’t typically kill. There are few enough souls in Barovia as it is.” She pulls her hand away from yours and recrosses her arms. “Thank you for your concerns.” She almost looks vulnerable. You could try to find out more about her. If she’s been here for centuries, why have you only met her now? What is she hiding?

Do you want to know badly enough to risk alienating her?

Not yet, you decide. Not when… you remember the edge of the thirst you barely experienced, in the last days before they drove a stake through your chest. Whatever she endures must be worse. You want to keep her as happy as you can until she has had a chance to do something about it. Although…

It’s a terrible idea. You know how Strahd’s teeth feel at your throat, life after life. You know how it left you, afterwards. The marks have finally faded, hidden beneath your mother’s crimson scarf. It’s almost inevitable that Strahd will try to take your blood again and if he were to find out about anyone else doing the same, it would put your protector in danger. She clearly hasn’t considered it as an option, so it must be a danger she isn’t willing to risk — or, unfathomably, she won’t take anything from you without your consent.

You would probably be safer, though, if you were less worried about your protector losing control of her instincts. And it would probably put her in a better mood. You could ask, then, just what her centuries of unlife have contained.

A plan begins to form. You focus on your breathing, try to consider how every choice you could possibly make can only lead to your next death. Perhaps you should write a letter to your future incarnations, just in case, if you survive your next stupid decision.

“I know you don’t need to kill to feed,” you say. You loosen your scarf and tug at your collar. Ludmilla’s hand goes to the identical scars at her own throat, two ragged holes made by the same fangs. You swallow. “Milla, I trust you not to kill me. I need you. I don’t know why you’re really doing this, and I know you aren’t telling me everything, but… you need blood. I’m offering.” Her eyes dart towards yours.

“You don’t mean that. I’m not asking you, not for that. I won’t hurt you. I’m not him.”

“I know you aren’t asking,” you say. You try to hold her gaze, even though her eyes are exactly the same color as Strahd’s. They’re different, though. She sees you. She’s asked questions about your life, about who you are, about who you were, about what you want. That is why you are offering. “I’m offering, freely. I know the risk and I’ll be alright. You’re risking a lot for me and this…” you shrug. “I can heal myself.” You can feel the inexplicable holy magic that lay dormant through so many of your lives. The dancing lights you summoned earlier flare slightly.

“It will still weaken you,” she protests. “No, Ireena.”

“You can feed from normal people without killing them,” you point out. “I’m not normal people; you have more reasons to make sure you don't take too much blood, so you'll barely inconvenience me. Don’t be stupid.”

Why is she fighting you on this? Gods, why are you trying to convince her? What is wrong with you? Have centuries of rebirth made you this eager to throw your life away?

A second mad, impulsive idea occurs to you.

You take all of two seconds to consider how it would infuriate Strahd, how you’re pretty sure she’ll take it exactly as you think you want her to take it, and how you don’t have any reason to care about anything else. Anyone else who would care is dead already and doesn’t own you anyway.

Before she can protest further, you kiss her.

#curse of strahd #dungeons and dragons #dungeons and/or dragons #ireena kolyana #ludmilla vilisevic #meanwhile in ravenloft #dnd #behind the scenes

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basketobread · 4 months

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