devot

"There are three kinds of magic," said Wizzler, handing us each a balloon. "You can control tigers, you can shoot tornadoes from your fingers, or you can fly by holding your breath. The color of confetti inside your balloon will reveal which kind of power you have." I felt the panic rising in me. What if my confetti turned yellow, indicating that I was a Tiger-Talker? My family, a long line of proud Tornado-Fingers, would disown me. Could I ever return home, bearing such shame? I tried to calm myself as I readied the ceremonial safety pin. Green, I thought, willing my hopes into reality. Please be green. I popped the balloon, involuntarily shutting my eyes. When I opened them, would I see the green I hoped for? The yellow I feared? What if, gods forbid, the confetti were blue? I opened my eyes, seeing shock on the faces of my classmates. Wizzler himself stared at me, wide-eye. Looking down, I saw myself covered in confetti... purple confetti.

“I don’t understand,” I growled, my body trembling with pain. “I combined eighty percent Earth-elemental mana with twenty percent Fire-elemental mana (Type B), focused through a twenty-four-sided icositetragon made of yellow topaz. This, in conjunction with my blood type, star sign, sense of humor, and nickname, should have produced a blazing column of lightning to vaporize my enemies. Instead, it made a big bubble that smells like fresh laundry. Why?” Skullgrumbler began to laugh. “You fool! You don’t even realize…” he squealed. “You’re facing east!”

“It’s whatever you want,” explained Magemaster Grampledog. “Magic is just whatever you want.” I knew he was speaking in riddles, but I couldn’t grasp his hidden meaning. “So the rules are…” Grampledog lit a sliver of smokereed. “No rules. You say some words and you wave a stick and whatever you want just happens. You don’t even need the stick.” His wisdom still eluded me. I stared into his face, trying to decipher what he was really saying. “No, listen.” Grampledog snapped his fingers and his desk turned into a pile of chicken nuggets. “I didn’t even know that would happen.” His hat then came alive and began to yodel. “It’s pandemonium,” he explained. “It’s complete nonsense.”

In my experience there are three kinds of fantasy magic novels:

Thinking about... how it's kinda fucked up that my local radio station always gives the tech sponsor promos to the guys, but the fitness and weight loss ones to the lady.

no one online to share my enthusiasm for my writing project and I am sad about it 😔

cleaned up version

"...did we win?"

#dungeonsofdrakkenheim #seluto

who can i bribe to draw my blorbos orz lmao

drawing my favorite people

pluto and, uh, (checks notes) the queen of thieves, disguised as sebastian

#dungeonsofdrakkenheim #seluto

not me joining a fandom with less than ten people in it, posting a fic, and then refreshing the page every thirty seconds waiting for comments

I got the nicest comment on ao3 just now on my MGS fic about how it was the first recommendation on someone's list and they read the whole thing in one sitting despite not knowing the source material

i know this whole damn city thinks it needs you
(but not as much as i do, as much as i do)

#dungeonsofdrakkenheim #seluto

author's notes on ao3 mentioning a discord server I desperately want to be in 😭 but the fic's a year old so who knows if the server's even still around/active,, i'm too afraid to ask lmao

you are the sun and I am just the planets
spinning around you, spinning around you

#dungeonsofdrakkenheim #seluto

goddamn it's a perfect fit though i'm losing my mind

listening to last of the real ones and thinking about seluto... falling fast and hard for this ship

kissing with clothes on is sexually suggestive apparently

bsky must know something I don't

more drakkenheim brainrot

i'm very close to the end of season 1 of dungeons of drakkenheim and i love these idiots so much it's unreal

just in: dumbest man alive is always right when he thinks people think negatively of him, but wrong when he thinks they might think positively. keeps slamming hand into car door waiting for something to change.

First in-person D&D game in less than an hour...!

I have bought entirely too many sets of dice. Also, I REALLY want to eat them?

So it's a long story but I went to my local game store and found myself a D&D group to join! I'm joining mid-campaign, which is kind of intimidating, but the group (and the DM especially) was very welcoming, so I'm feeling pretty good about it.

I forgot to post that I did in fact get that tattoo(!) It's my childhood cat as Simba.

A digital image of three men sat on a field at night beneath a nebula or galaxy sky at night. The two on the outside are leaning against the one in the middle who has his arms around them. They are all looking up and smiling.

For @devot.bsky.social!

I've got to find myself a regular d&d campaign to join, or something.

Being lonely sucks.

Sad, lonely.

This being said, I will never forgive them for just forgetting about Simon during the ending. Like yeah he comes back to apologize but he should have had a part in defeating the villain. u_u

is it successful immersion when your headphones' "low battery" alert jumpscares you by being in english

Disney's "Wish" is not a very good movie.

...but I genuinely kind of like it anyway.