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50 DND Questions

1. What do you think your d&d race would be? Proabably human. If I get the choice, I’d like to be either an Elf or Dragonborn. I’d be cool with either of those.

2. What class? Mostly likely a fighter? I’m not religious enough for a cleric, and not smart enough for a sorcerer or wizard. I like the idea of being able to throw hands.

3. What two feats would you have? I’d want the Alert feat, and more than likely the Lucky feat. Alert means my initiative gets improved, and Lucky means that I can reroll a bad throw. Those would get used a lot.

4. What has been your favorite d&d character you've played? (NPCs count for DMs) I’ve only got the two for now, but Liander’s been getting the most love. She’s probably my favorite.

5. Which of your d&d characters has been the most like you? Oh, Liander, without a doubt. She’s pretty close to my baseline personality.

6. Which of your d&d characters has been the least like you? And that would be Cade. Cade is just this side of Chaotic Evil, so she’s a little harder for me to get into the right headspace for. Playing her takes a lot out of me, to be honest.

7. How do you go about making a character or NPC? That’s hard to say - I give the session about an hour or so to feel it out, and let the personalities develop naturally over time. My playing style is reactive, so I let the situation dictate how said character would respond.

8. What is the most memorable natural 20 you've ever experienced? That would be with Cade. I’d rolled to take out a stone giant, suplexed them (because she’s a barbarian and her strength stat is wild), then chopped his dick off with my battleaxe like I was swinging a golf club. It uh, made an impression on the rest of the party, and the rest of the enemies.

9. Has one of your d&d characters ever died? How? Not yet, so don’t jinx me! I’m still attached to both of them, and would like to keep them around!

10. What is your favorite class to play? So far, it’s been my ranger. She’s fun, and I’m digging the whole ‘animals as companions’ thing she’s got going.

11. Have you ever fought a dragon? Yes. Between Cade and Paileous, we cut it’s head off. It’s currently a trophy back at home base. Got a lot of gold for our trouble, too.

12. Have you ever fought a beholder? NO. Not entirely sure I wanna, either!

13. Have you ever fought a mind flayer? No, but it’s coming up. My buddy is having us roll new characters for the Underdark campaign. I might try a cleric just for funsies.

14. Have you ever had a romance with an NPC or another PC? Nope. I am here to tell you that neither of my characters is looking for any of that. Liander’s too busy, and Cade is a halfling barbarian surrounded by equally questionable Drow paladins and rouges. No thanks.

15. Do you prefer to DM or play? I have no desire to DM. I’ve only been playing for a little while, and I’m not creative enough to attempt it. I’ll stick to playing. I’m good at that.

16. What is your favorite D&D pod/vodcast? I’ve been listening to Critical Role - I’m relistening to the Whitestone/Chroma Conclave arcs. I love No Mercy Percy so much.

17. Who is your favorite "celebrity dm?" I only know the one - Matt Mercer.

18. Do you use props/minis/terrain in your game? Very rarely. I think we’ve only had like, two sessions that actually had terrain and mini’s.

19. How did you discover D&D? My friends. I sat in on one of their games, and just for the hell of it, they rolled me a character, and thus Cade was born.

20. If you run a homebrew game, give an out of context spoiler. I’m not running it, but smuggling is a thing, and the dude we’re smuggling for is someone whose face is on a wanted poster in my pocket.

21. Drop a picture of a mini you painted (if applicable) Sorry, I don’t have any minis. They’re all with my DM.

22. Write a brief scene centered around one of your characters! Uh, hang on - "That was nice. I didn't ask you to get it for me, and I distinctly remember telling you I can get my own. Not my fault you don't listen worth a damn." Liander says with a slight grin. She doesn't know why, but she likes poking at Chancel. Not many folks react the way he does, and the scowl he sends her just makes her grin wider. "Come on. I cannot possibly be the only one who's pointed that out to you."

"Yeah, me. Two minutes ago." Zulth mutters into his mug.

23. Do you have any art of your characters? Yeah, one of my more artistic friends drew a sketch of Liander for me, complete with her cat on her shoulder. It’s pretty cool. It’s also huge, which is why I’m not posting it here.

24. Have you ever played any TTRPGs other than D&D? No, this is my first foray into TTRPGs.

25. What is your favorite snack for d&d? I reach for Cheetos or Doritos usually. They’re good, crunchy snacks.

26. If you could have one potion from d&d, which one would you choose? If I could just load up on superior healing potions for life, I’d be a happy woman.

27. If you could cast one spell from d&d, which would you cast? Fireball. That’s a nice equalizer, I think.

28. What is the most memorable natural 1 you've experienced? Oh man. That would be with Liander this time. She was trying to sneak into a well fortified part of the city, and tamper with the water supply for one family. Well, I had to roll to hop the fence to do so, rolled a natural one, my foot caught in the fence, and there was a dog right in front of me. Landed on my face, and got bitten for my trouble. Still got the mission done, though.

29. Have you ever been drunk playing d&d? I’ve been buzzed. Does that count?

30. Homebrew or prewritten? Both? Both. Both is good.

31. Tell me about your current party! Which one? Well, for the Alagaesia campaign, there’s my character Liander, a dwarf named Thorin, a rouge(?) named Zulth, an herbalist named Liam, and the man who hired us, an NPC named Bjorn. We’re actually trying to accomplish something with this campaign, or so the DM says.

For the Guardians of Gravenhollow campaign, I’m a halfling barbarian named Cade, there’s a drow Paladin named Varis, and another Drow rouge named Paileous. This particular campaign is just chaotic evil fuckery.

32. Most memorable NPC you've encountered in a game you played in. Victor. He built a clock, I wanted his tinkering kit, and wound up buying both at a just criminally low price. I kinda feel like I ripped him off, tbh.

33. Do you listen to music while playing? What kinds? Mostly the Skyrim soundtrack with a little Witcher soundtrack thrown in for funsies. Atmospheric stuff.

34. Favorite accent to do for characters? I don’t really have one for either of my characters. Mostly because I’m bad at keeping it up. I forget.

35. Favorite classic d&d trope Tragic Backstory(TM). Only one of my characters has it, but it’s damn fun to role-play.

36. What was your first d&d character you made? That would be Cade! She started out as kind of a throw-away, but she got mixed in with Paileous and Varis and she’s living her best chaotic life.

37. What is the most recent PC or NPC you've created? That’d be Kahtri, actually! I haven’t played her a whole bunch, so I’m not really familiar with her yet, but it’ll be interesting to play a Drow cleric who doesn’t actually worship Lolth. (I don’t do spiders.)

38. Goblins or Kobolds? I actually haven’t dealt with either yet. I’m slightly more familiar with Goblins simply because of CritRole.

39. Favorite villain you've defeated? Uh, I dunno if I’d classify her as a villian exactly, but Cade’s killed an NPC named Creed who was a servant to the god Grotz. Pretty sure he’s out for revenge now.

40. What d&d deity would you be a cleric of? I am a cleric of the Drow deity Elistraee. (I had to double check the spelling on that)

41. Give an out of context quote from one of your games! Liander - “I tried to stop him, but he fucking yote me across the room like I wasn’t even there. Is it weird I’m bitter about that?”

Thorin - *emerges from the wreckage of the crate we were smuggling holding dragon eggs* “I FOUND LIVING ROCKS!”

Liander and Zulth in tandem - *knows exactly what he’s holding* “Oh for fuck’s sake!”

42. Have you ever rolled turn into a potted plant on the wild magic table? No, I don’t think I know anyone who plays that particular class, so I’ve never seen it happen.

43. Minis and terrain or theater of the mind? Theater of the mind, good sir/madam.

44. Mulligan, Mercer, Murphy, or McElroy? Mercer! Mercer! Mercer!

45. What is the longest session you've ever had? Oh, jeez. Like, fourteen hours, give or take?

46. What is the longest battle you've fought or run? Uh, that’d be the fight with Creed. It took us like two hours to beat her down with three of us. She was stupid powerful. The bounty was great, though.

47. Have you ever played at level 20? No, my highest level character is a level 11. I’m working on it, though.

48. Does your dm say "How do you want to do this?" Oh yes. The table just blows up when that happens, not gonna lie. It’s fun to hear, especially if it’s aimed at you.

49. Have you ever played an edition other than 5th? No, I started playing last year, so 5th is all I know.

50. Will you try to convince others to play? Already done so. I’ve added a couple people to the group - my husband, whose character is the best straight man to our fuckery, and one of our mutual friends whose lunacy works with our brand of crazy.

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The Line Is Erased: Day 25 - Someone Imperfectly Me

Hello there! This is the first time I write a RQG fic and it’s going to be…rusty (NO IT’S NOT A PUN). Since I don’t want to be depressing AF and I FUCKING KNOW MYSELF, I am going to choose to write from outsider’s PoV, with a teeny tiny group of characters that just happen to be around on the background.

Also, after writing the first one I realised how much this podcast motivates me to keep saying “yes” to my friends’ campaigns and that is always a good choice for many reasons, so this is homage to all of us, people playing as our always very particular characters and suffering because of dices and masters!

So…that is that.

Here is my contribution for Day 25: Family + Those We Stay With And Those We Choose To Leave, prompts given by @the-line-is-erased on Tumblr.

Episode that covers at least one of the prompts relistened to do this ep. 130.

Do forgive me for any possible screw-ups (as well as for my quick tipper, non-native speaker writer).

Allons-y!

TW: mentions of suicide

Japan had been going…worryingly uneventful. At least, for what they were used to.

Agnes was accustomed to be the pessimistic of the group, so she was the one in which said tranquillity caused more unease, though it was clearly also starting to affect Nym and Tara mainly (as well as Vincent, she believed; she still tried to keep her distances, ghosts had a strange effect on her, and one that had done the same thing she had been about to so many times in the past…not exactly healthy on a psychological level).

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. Since the last time they had to face Tara’s terrible family something had been triggered inside of her, reminding her of her own past; as a deadly creature played for laughs at the circus since she was so little there was no life before.

She was so distracted she run directly into a man with an extremely angry looking expression that, in spite of what it might been expected, just said sorry and carried on.

Agnes used her Japanese knowledge to try to speak to him, but he just didn’t turn back.

Trina, next to her, frowned.

“Strange, that lad was actually evil, but he acted…rather too polite.”

“Yes…everybody in the village is the same…I was in the pub, sung something that might have been…a teeny tiny bit racist and, nothing. Nobody got aggressive. They are deep-shit scared of someone; some kept talking about this weird person with vertical hair and…Saulis?”

Saulis had gone pale.

“I…uh, I might have dated their issue.”

“Ok…what did you do to them?”

“Me?! I…I actually like them. I mean, they were a nut-case and too sciency for me but…I truly like them so…I started chewing tobacco so they hated me so they could dogged the bullet I am.”

Agnes went mad.

“THAT IS SO STUPID! AT LEAST SOMEONE LOVED YOU! YOU…YOU I DON’T HAVE PARENTS, I WAS RAISED BY PEOPLE THAT SAW ME AS A GOOD FOR AN ENDING AND NEVER A SINGLE PERSON EVER CARED FOR ME IF NOT FOR ME BEING USEFUL!”

As she spoke, choking on her own words, the whole village trembled.

There was something coming, and it wasn’t nice.

“And we will call it a day there!” all of Aurora’s players groaned, especially Agnes.

“Come on! As our master you should know you ought to at least tell us what is coming! A hint?”

“I might be your master, but I am also your friend. And I know when someone is projecting too much into a character” she got closer to her friend and hugged them. “Now, to lower tensions…Saulis, what did I say about improvisation of knowing the characters from the actual real campaign?”

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Extra notes for flavour: Agnes Brown is my character for a campaign of wraiths in World of Darkness and it’s...what happens when you put on a thermomixer Agnes from TMA and Whizzer Brown form Falsettos (funny anecdote: my friends don’t know much from either except that I love them; so…when I told them everything about my character the word I heard more was: THAT IS SO ORIGINAL WOW YOUR MIND).

As usual, likes/kudos (depending if you are reading this on Tumblr or AO3), feedback and random comments ARE SO HIGHLY APPRECIATED.

The title of the story is from the song “Love Me From What I Am” from In Trousers, the musical that precedes Falsettos and that is FUCKING CRAZY AND SO GOOD (and not on Spotify).

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Also, thanks to the TMA discord channel that posted this prompts! You are lovely, gracias!

Now also live in AO3.

Long life and prosperity,

Marla

6 notes • Posted 2021-11-25 16:09:04 GMT

The Line Is Erased: Day 29 - Liaisons

So…that is that.

Here is my contribution for Day 29: Japan + Inventions, creations and crossing the line; prompts given by @the-line-is-erased on Tumblr.

Episode that covers at least one of the prompts relistened to do this: Ep.159 (actually; I just took a couple of details, so this chapter is kind of EASTER EGGS PARTY) Also, just some silly stuff after the overdramatic top of yesterday.

Do forgive me for any possible screw-ups (as well as for my quick tipper, non-native speaker writer).

Allons-y!

You got it, pal. Stealing is one of your things; you will have to like, literally have a superdetective or something watching you.

The sound of a dice filled for a second Saulis’ mind; followed by his own voice on an extremely frustrated tone.

“NAT ONE?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!”

It wasn’t a superdetectivewhat cost Saulis’ to get free food for everyone from the Flying Noodle Monster (poorly translated into English by Tara), but pure hubris.

He was so certain he couldn’t be caught he didn’t considered for a second that, the gnome apparently sleeping with tainted glasses right behind him might, indeed, be only apparently sleeping and detect him almost immediately.

“Well…shit.”

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The owners weren’t happy. Actually, they were so unhappy they made the totally of the party go behind their business to decide what to do with those scoundrels (that was, at least, Tara’s translation).

“We will work for you!” Nym suggested, while the rest made a face that left clear their opinion about said accord.

“We don’t need you, nor have the space for it. Unless you have something of extreme value for us…”

Saulis got a brilliant idea.

“Agnes! Your cake preserver!” sometimes, his companion was still childish (things a lack of proper childhood can do to people, WHO WOULD HAVE KNOWN?!), thing that had resulted in her inventing a special device where you can accumulate as many cakes as you want…and they stayed fresh as newly backed.

“But…but…it’s for cakes, not noodles!”

“You sure?”

“Well…I mean…It is technically for all short of foods, but that wasn’t my vision.”

“So, yes?”

She shrugged, sad.

“I guess.”

He turned to the Flying Noodle Monster’s owners.

“So…we have an exclusive invention that will preserve ALL THE FOOD you haven’t sold in perfect state for the following day. Do we have a deal or shall I go on more detail?”

For an instant, the couple froze in place and a dice was heard again.

“DIRTY TWENTY, WE ARE BACK!”

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By the time they arrived at the door of a hotel to pass the night until their contact appeared the next morning (Nym still complaining about it being, as she had called them, Aphrodite fanperson), Saulis’ touchwas back at its prime, having enough money to rent the suite for the night (it was out of necessity, for the only place they could have stayed other way was what can only be called a well of filth and desperation where, apparently, the Amelia Earhart could be found).

As they entered the room, the groans of the whole middle/small-sized party could be heard from the other side of Hiroshima.

Why was everything so BIG?!

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Extra notes for flavour: yesterday I had campaign with “OG” Saulis! And…we have kind of…er…enslaved a goblin and I forced my group to name it Grizzop (be all very proud of me pls).

The title of the story is from the song “Liaisons” from A Little Night Music; I’m sorry for repeating composer AGAIN…but…IT STILL HURTS SO VERY MUCH. I promise, tomorrow I’ll change.

As usual, likes/kudos (depending if you are reading this on Tumblr or AO3), feedback and random comments ARE SO HIGHLY APPRECIATED.

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Also, thanks to the TMA discord channel that posted this prompts! You are lovely, gracias!

Now live on AO3!

Long life and prosperity,

Marla

6 notes • Posted 2021-11-29 17:54:30 GMT

Piles Of Nonsense Bingo: Storaged Fire

Hi there! This is my first individual contribution to the @pilesofnonsense 2021 Halloween Bingo. My idea? To fill the marked column (bellow) adding an extra one in each entry.

As I am only useful as a writter, here it is my first fic:

"Boxes" filled: Artefact Storage and The Desolation.

Characters: Jonathan Sims, Martin Blackwood, Original Non-Human Avatar

Pairings: Jonmartin, background Tim/Sasha and Lonelyeyes

Additional tags: Season 4 AU, Archivist!Sasha, Web!Jon, Web!Martin, stablished (new) relationship, original statement (from Gertrude Era), Gerry gets mentioned bcs I love him so much, other characters also get small mentions, fluff, slight angst and intrusive thoughts, monster animals, she/they pronouns for Nikola, no beta we kayak like Tim

CW: Arson, identity crisis, mistrust issues, mentions of death

Ranking: Teen and up (it is not heavy but maybe a bit harsh for younger audiences)

Word count: 1941

Summary: Jon and Martin are hanging in the Artefact Storage when a dog appears...and this time is not Martin's doing

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34845676

Jon couldn’t hate spiders anymore. It would be rather…contradictory. Fire, though; fire was his new greatest foe.

He would never forget the day he died. The day he and Martin died.

It has taken all they had in them to force Tim to stay instead of going with them to destroy The Circus, all the compelling capacities both him and his…boyfriend (it is still felt weird, in a good way; but bizarre nonetheless) had started showing or, more accurately, finally accepting, even if doing so with reluctance.

If things went south (as they did), Sasha would need some anchor. And that ought to be him.

The Circus…it was maddening, there were no words in any dictionary to describe it otherwise. They knew the explosion was likely to kill them but…they had to do it. Especially after they had realised that Sasha was losing it completely and they lost complete track of both Daisy and Basira (the first one not even making it out of the place).

They had hold hands for a second before detonating the thing, for all of them, but also for Tim’s brother and the many other victims of Nikola and their troupe.

“I also liked you” he had said, seconds before giving use to the lighter Sasha had received as a present.

“What?”

“Before we begun to get close, when Sasha started getting, er…paranoid. Before all that, I already liked you, I just…”

“…was an ass about it” once he had confidence with someone, Martin was way bolder. Especially with him, the crush turned into real love for the whole flawed individual. “Yeah, I started realising it now…you were terrible to me, though. Good thing I have fallen for you.”

As every single time Jon had to put out any short of feelings, it cost him greatly to find the words.

“I have too.”

The explosion was brutal, the pain so great he could still feel it in his sleep.

It should have killed them. Ripped them from the inside out due to explosion itself as their exterior melted from the heat and fire.

And so it did, but The Mother had other plans…

…Jon didn’t envy the poor forensic examiner that was about to open them when they started vomiting spiders and clumsily woke up, their worst burns covered by permanent cobwebs.

And, now, nobody completely trusted them.

Not that neither of them could truly blame the others for it.

It got tiring, though. They needed some time when other people’s stares weren’t suspicious (or, also pretty annoying, full of pity when they saw the forever burnt tissue).

So they started hiding in the Artefact Storage Room from time to time. Also, quality calm time alone with each other was a treat they might have wanted even if things hadn’t gone the way they had.

Here they were, playing some allegedly cursed game that was supposed to trap its players on the game’s orders in real life (although it obviously had no effect of them, apart from a slight headache probably provoked by their annoyed Patron). If felt kind of…good.

“HA!” Jon screamed. “Won! Again.”

Martin sighed.

“Remember when you pretended to be this very serious, professional academic? I guess he wouldn’t have been this competitive.”

“Nah, but he would certainly have pointed out MANY TIMES how bad you are at it. I only did it this one time.”

The taller man rolled his eyes.

“The bar is that low, uh?”

“If you ask the rest…” he tried to sound even humorous, but came as bitter as he tried not to feel.

“Hey, they will get used to it.”

“Sure thing. Look, not being liked, that is usual, nothing new in the horizon. Neither is being looked at as some kind of…nature mistake but, for some reason, this time is hitting me harder” maybe because if it wasn’t for the fact that I had to make peace with the man I love being the same as I have become, I’d hate myself even more than they hate me.

Instead of trying to answer him, Martin hugged him, and he just let the smell of tea relaxed him…

…until a cheerful bark interrupted them.

“This time it wasn’t me I swear!” Martin said, as they turned to see a white extremely hairy dog with a friendly expression (for a dog) staring at them while shaking its long tail rhythmically.

At first, it could have passed as a regular dog, but, the more Jon looked at it, the more something felt off…and then, he noticed the paw marks.

The floor the dog had stepped on was burned.

“Martin, don’t touch it.”

“Oi! As a proud cat-dad I thought you would be more sensitive than to call an intelligent animal an it.”

“First, cats are far more evolved than dogs and second…look at the floor.”

“Shit.”

“Shit precisely” the dog’s face was now less amicable, as if it had realised it had been caught.

Jon pointed at the animal’s neck, where a paper covered in what he guesses was fireproof plastic laid.

Counting with far longer arms than his boyfriend, Martin reached at took it before the dog could even move. He was far quicker since…since the change.

It was a statement, a quite short one, but still an statement. Signed as having been register by Gertrude.

“May I…?” maybe The Web had claimed him, but his need to KNOW had gone nowhere.

“If you insist…” they shared a nervous smile; the dog-like-creature still staring, as if thinking what it should do with them.

He wondered for a second why he didn’t approach them more, but he didn’t like the implications of any of his theories, so he decided to pretend he didn’t have them and let it be.

He started reading the paper out-loud, his voice echoing in every corner of Artefact Storage.

Statement of Michael Smith, regarding the destruction of his house after the irregular adoption of a stray dog in April 2014.

Statement begin.

My family has always been big on adopting animals. Just as a kid, I remember it was basically the only topic my parents could speak about without my kitchen becoming a battle camp.

That is why; when my oldest son came home with an apparently adorable fluffy dog I didn’t question his decision for a second. He named him Zuko after a character in a show he was obsessed with at the time because he said “he burned a squirrel when I found him!”

I thought he was exaggerating, or straight-up lying, he was eleven and had decided that, if you believe something enough, you can make other people believe it too…

…I wish I could do that with what happened next.

The…ok; I am going to call it Thing because it doesn’t deserve any better.

Well, the Thing never came into the house and, curiously enough, only walked on watery parts of the garden. It was odd enough, but I had had other abandoned animals before, and you just cannot phantom the kind of trauma those poor creatures get exposed to and the long-term consequences it has.

It only let my son, whose name I’d rather left out of this statement, touch it and, when he did, he always had marks of what seemed to be burns later on.

However, stupidly enough, I attributed said marks to his own clumsiness and his eternal hyperfixation with house-made chemical experiments.

Reading it now, in front of me, I can’t help but feeling stupid…

…especially, because there was a pretty clear sign I didn’t catch upon: every single time we left the house, the Thing would tentatively approach our home, sniffing doors and windows, as in the search of something…

That something, if you haven’t guessed it yet, was a way in.

And, eventually, It found it.

I don’t know exactly what it wanted from our house; I am just a DHL deliver man, and my wife is a journalist stuck with weird rather unbelievable short stories due to her sort of pretty sexist bosses. But, whatever it had been, it was successfully destroyed.

The Thing burned our home to the ground, everything on it perpetually lost.

Everything we owned was in there; we had just gone for a walk around the neighbourhood with the dogs that actually wanted to do dog things.

At least, the not-dog is gone for good. According to our neighbours, just as the fire started calming, a couple of wardrobe-sized men went in and took the Thing, putting it inside their van and driving away without a word.

The insurance has found a way to blame it on us and, therefore, now we have to life with my wife’s father. Three kids, four dogs and two adults in their not-that-big house.

It is terrible but, worst part? When I looked at my oldest son’s eyes while he gazed at our destroyed home; he seemed…fine with it.

I have been finding small piles of ashes since then.

And now there is no monster-dog to be blamed; at least, not directly.

Statement ends, I suppose.

Archivist’s notes: everything Mr. Smith tells in his statement matches with the official statement. Regarding the reason the dog was sent to this family; it might be interesting to consider it related to a small article his wife wrote that mentioned Jude Perry in not very nice terms…she is rather revengeful.

The other option is, of course, that the eldest son of the Smiths is actually attracted by The Desolation himself; the thing that seemed to be a dog somehow making its way to him. If this is the case, I might pay a visit to the Smiths quite soon…

The… not-dog itself is now among our artefacts, since it apparently doesn’t really need any nutrients to just survive. It was given to us by Breekon and Hope, as a peace offering after some…private business I had with Miss Orsinov. It is to be well kept inside its cell, for there is no stopping It if It gets lose.

At least, with the research my acquaintance Mister Keay had done it apparently is not. And he is quite trustworthy and completely professional.

Signed,

Gertrude Robinson.

“No way to stop…”

“Well, we’ve both met Gerry and there is a reason that ghost and you have such a good relationship: both of you think too much and are oblivious to the obvious solution.”

Without thinking it twice, Martin took his tea mug and threw it over the dog and It….It started consuming itself.

“Makes no sense” Jon complained.

“Agree; learnt a long time ago not to make sense of Fear incarnations.”

They stayed in silence, as the not-dog made a quite good rendition of the Wicked Witch of the West, just a few white hairs left after It was gone.

“Who do you think let It loose?”

“Who can know about us and seems to be here just to have fun at our expense?”

“And speak weirdabout Elias. Do you think those two…?” Jon scoffed.

“Even Icaught that the first time, Martin. It can also have been an honest to God accident, though. This place needs a serious intervention…”

They both sighed and let themselves fell into the floor, staring at each other.

“You know? Your Gertrude impersonation is quite good. In another world, you might be The Archivist.” Jon smirked.

“Then, the World is saved there for certain, for you will always be my perfect anchor.”

No more talking was needed, as they kissed and let the intensity of the last minutes (more the last weeks, months…) made them succumb into a soft, comfortable slumber.

7 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 15:31:41 GMT

The Line Is Erased: Day 22: Be the Hero (while you can)

So…that is that.

Here is my contribution for Day 22: London + Seeds + The time before our story began (more like JUST WHEN IT BEGAN), prompts given by @the-line-is-erased on tumblr.

It is set in Ep. 1; so I had to go to the wiki to refresh a bit and STILL, likely I messed up a bit, please, do forgive me (as well as for my quick tipper, non-native speaker writer).

Allons-y!

Tara doesn’t know what is going on; there is this huge knight on shiny armour, so bombastic she thinks for a moment they (Tara knew better than to assume gender that easy) are wearing it ironically. However, from the place in the crowd were she is, she eventually realised there is something really earnest about their attitude…nope, the pal is likely as proud of that shiny thing as it seems.

There is also a dwarf, an extremely pale woman and some sketchy looking men.

She closed her eyes on the group; she really wants to know what is going on…

What is that noise?

She would have sworn she heard some dice rolling and then…she can hear and see everything with a clarity that is not…natural?

At one point, he heard the armour guy (now, she can completely know it’s a he) present himself as Bertie MacGuffingham.

With a name like that, he is going to die. This is doomed; those are not a real team!

However, they do not die; instead, they succeed. Then, a young hafling with golden brown skin tries to sell them that this was a staged fight but, again after that weird dice sound fill her head, Tara realised this is utter, complete bullshit.

And she had a revelation, a revelation that would become the future of this soon-to-be-warlock.

If they can become a party (concept she didn’t even knew a less than an hour ago, but that now she can’t stop thinking about), so can she find a weird group and, who knows, maybe save the world.

Not London, though, she feels that is going to be these people’s ultimate job…at least, of the ones that make it that far.

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Extra notes for flavour: Tara is going to be my character in the Pathfinder campaign we are preparing. She has NOTHING to do with this one; not in class, nor in alignment (she’s a neutral evil alchemist that went mad due to her studies…oh, and she speaks like Nikola Orsinov [which, for my friends, is just me going deep shit creepy and high-pitched and they…hate-love it]).

The title of the story is from a song from the musical of Big Fish (whose movie version is my second favourite movie after Tick, Tick…Boom! FUCKING SMASHED IT TO TAKE THE FIRST PLACE)

Also living in Ao3 now.

Also, thanks to the TMA discord channel that posted this prompts! You are lovely, gracias!

And, as always, likes, comments ALL IS SO WELCOME

Long live and prosperity (still a trekkie),

Marla

8 notes • Posted 2021-11-22 23:00:03 GMT

Why the heck no?

Hi! I’m Marla and I decided that I had absolutely no good reason (appart from the inner feeling of not ‘being worth it’, which I am suppossed to fight...allegiably) not to do some good old-fashiones auto-spam of my fics as I publish them...

So...ey! Yestarday I published a special one-shot to celebrate the firts week since MAG200 aka the FINALE aired, which also happens to be a ‘in-between’ chapter of my long-running TMA fic (you know, an AU/fix-it one of shorts following the statement per chapter format because I just LOVE writing spooky stuff since...well, since ever) so...here goes the links!!!!! *right now you obviously can’t see me, but I am blushing like a freaking tomato*

As a one-shot: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30409614

My long-running fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30247605?view_full_work=true

Also, this is part of some short of series...so, here is the link, I guess (?): https://archiveofourown.org/series/2205762

Oh! And if some reason you guys want me to also publish the stories on tumblr...let me know *definitively hides because she truly feels she is overstepping in a Domain -pun intended- that is not her own*

10 notes • Posted 2021-04-02 08:46:19 GMT

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