bag of devouring

quetzalrofl  asked:

Why did the guys that wrote up things like the bag of devouring or those insta-kill flesh-boring worms hate DnD players so much?

(With reference to this post here.)

That’s actually a really fascinating question whose answer touches on not only the history of Dungeons & Dragons as a game, but some fairly fundamental issues regarding the tabletop roleplaying hobby as a whole.

Folks who have only casual contact with the tabletop roleplaying hobby tend to have a pretty standard idea of what’s involved: enter dungeon, kill monsters, get treasure, rinse and repeat.

For some games, Dungeons & Dragons among them - as its name suggests - that’s broadly true. However, there can be substantial disagreements between games - including the various editions of Dungeons & Dragons itself - regarding how players are expected to go about achieving these goals, and even what the basic process of play is supposed to look like.

Naturally, individual groups can play the game however they want. By nature, however, even the simplest game rules encode a vast array of assumptions about how the game ought to be played. For brevity, I’m going to call this body of baked-in assumptions a game’s default or assumed mode of play.

As noted, different editions of D&D have very different assumed modes of play, to the extent that Dungeons & Dragons basically isn’t one game, but half-a-dozen completely different games that just happen to share a title and a handful of common terminology.

Of course, the fundamental activity of D&D generally remains “enter dungeon, kill monsters, get treasure”, so the question of what D&D’s assumed mode of play is reduces to a more focused question: what is a dungeon? There are about five different answers to that question, each reflecting broad trends in the tabletop roleplaying hobby as a whole.

1. A Dungeon is a Logistical Puzzle

Though D&D has a lot of superficial trappings lifted directly from Tolkien, at its inception the internal nuts and bolts of the game were much more strongly informed by the swords-and-sorcery fiction of the 1960s and early 1970s: writers like Fritz Leiber, Michael Moorcock, and Jack Vance.

One of the common threads in the genre is that your typical swords-and-sorcery adventure is basically a heist narrative: a group of highly skilled professionals, each with their own signature specialty, must combine their talents to break into a secure location and steal some desired object without being apprehended. Think Ocean’s Eleven with evil wizards.

Early D&D - or OD&D, for brevity - followed largely in these footsteps. Each dungeon was essentially a logistical puzzle: how can the party marshal their resources to extract the treasure from the dungeon as efficiently as possible?

Unlike many later tabletop RPGs, experience points in OD&D were awarded primarily for recovering treasures, not for killing monsters, so combat was something of a failure state - a high-risk, low-reward activity to be avoided wherever possible. It was preferable by far to trick, sneak or fast-talk your way past the monsters; indeed, the desire to have fast-talking always be an option is the reason that most D&D monsters are intelligent and capable of speech, even the really weird ones - a quirk that would carry forward into most later iterations of the game. Out-of-combat activities had a formal rounds-and-turns structure, just as combat did, creating a constant time pressure with the threat of the dreaded Random Encounter Table hanging over players who might otherwise prefer to dally.

The drawback to this heist-style mode of play is that it’s extremely demanding on the GM (that’s “Game Master”, for those just tuning in - i.e., the person who’s running the game); in order to play this style of game effectively, scenarios need to be very carefully designed, and running them demands keeping track of a great deal of information. Among many groups, there was a natural tendency to de-emphasise the logistical big picture in order to focus on overcoming individual set-piece obstacles, which leads us to…

2. A Dungeon is an Obstacle Course

In order to fully understand how this mode of play developed, you have to bear in mind that Dungeons & Dragons started out as a hack for tabletop wargames - the earliest rulebooks explicitly positioned it as a fantasy roleplaying “overlay” that could be added to your wargame of choice, rather than as a standalone game - and for the bulk of its early history, wargaming clubs remained its primary venue of play.

It’s for this reason that, once D&D had become popularised, the question of how to play it competitively arose. This might sound like a very strange notion to modern gamers - competitive roleplaying games? - but it seemed perfectly obvious at the time.

In order to avoid damaging the game’s party-based structure with infighting, rather than having individual players compete against each other, the approach that was eventually settled upon was to hold tournaments at gaming conventions, where several groups would be run through the same adventure in parallel. Some tournaments emphasised speed of play, while others awarded points for completing specific objectives, prefiguring the ideas of both speed-running and video game achievements by some decades. However, the variant that emerged as by far the most popular was the survival module.

A survival module was a pre-written adventure that, unlike others, was not actually expected to be completed. A typical survival module consisted of a relatively linear series of extraordinarily deadly obstacles, many of them blatantly unfair, intended to kill player characters as quickly as possible. Each player would typically be allocated more than one character, with replacement characters dropped in as the current one expired (e.g., like lives in a video game); the tournament’s winning group would be the one whose last surviving character’s corpse hit the ground furthest from the dungeon entrance.

Advanced Dungeons & Dragons 1st Edition (which is actually the third iteration of the game, owing to its somewhat muddled early chronology) was the child of this era of play. It’s here that the screwjob monsters and magic items discussed in the previous post came into their own - and in context, it’s easy to see why! Many of the era’s infamously deadly pre-written adventures were originally survival-based tournament modules, repackaged and sold in hobby stores with no indication of their original purpose, which inadvertently helped to popularise that style of play among players outside the tournament scene.

Further developments aren’t strictly germane to the question, so I’ll touch on them only briefly:

3. A Dungeon is a Story Path

The “dungeon as obstacle course” mode of play would remain dominant throughout the life of the game’s 1st Edition and into the early part of the 2nd. However, changing trends in the tabletop roleplaying hobby - brought on in no small part by the unprecedented popularity of White Wolf’s “World of Darkness” games (i.e., Vampire: The Masquerade et al.) - created demand for more a narratively focused gaming experience. By the mid-1990s, Advanced Dungeons & Dragons 2nd Edition had shifted to adventures structured less like obstacle courses and more like Choose Your Own Adventure novels, with each room in the dungeon serving as a decision point in a branching narrative. Of course, not all adventures were created equal; many were derided for their penchant for “railroading”, essentially reducing the player characters to passive spectators to a story whose outcome was already determined.

Toward the very end of the 2nd Edition’s tenure, another shift began that leads us directly to…

4. A Dungeon is a Simulated Environment

If you’re playing a game where the walls have hit points, you’re playing this. Coming into its own in the game’s 3rd Edition, the major impetus of this mode of play is to provide a single, unified set of game mechanics that allows the dungeon to be treated as a simulated environment - a sort of Sim Dungeon, if you will. This unification extended beyond characters and monsters, to the extent that everything up to and including individual ten-foot sections of dungeon walls would be assigned its own traits - hit points, elemental resistances, etc. - to govern basic interactions. Dungeons & Dragons 3rd Edition was also the first iteration of the game to post-date mainstream Internet access, so this is where theorycrafting and competitive character-building - facilitated by the game’s emphasis on mechanical rigour - really took off.

It wouldn’t be Dungeons & Dragons without an abrupt shift in focus every few years, though, which is how we get…

5. A Dungeon is a Series of Tactical Set-Pieces

Motivated partly by a dissatisfaction with the 3rd Edition’s perceived tendency to emphasise theoretical character-building over actual play, the game’s 4th Edition pulled a hard 180. Returning to D&D’s roots as a modified tabletop wargame while incorporating elements of modern board games, this mode of play reenvisions a dungeon as a series of tactical set-pieces: carefully constructed combat scenarios that focus on heavily stylised map-based play with no pretence of simulating anything in particular. The GM’s role shifts from that of a supervisor or referee to that of an opposing player, and the tone departs from high fantasy to become more like that of a kung fu movie - the kind where people are leaping and being hurled all over the battlefield and calling out their special moves by name.

(This was, needless to say, a controversial move. Dungeons & Dragons 4th Edition was perceived as hostile to its online community in many circles, and was widely derided as being too video-game-like in is execution - though ironically, most detractors compared it to completely the wrong genre of video games, failing to recognise that most of the elements they decried as MMO-isms had been borrowed by MMOs from earlier iterations of D&D in the first place. In practice, if video game comparisons are unavoidable, it plays more like a tabletop implementation of Disgaea or Final Fantasy Tactics.)

speckledpup  asked:

What kind of dice are the matte translucent dark pink d20 and d6 with gold numbers and no sparkles/shimmer in the pink dice post? And do they come in different colors? Have a nice day!

Ooooh, those are Faerie Fire from Wiz Dice’s Bag of Devouring! The BoD is really great if you want an easy start to your collection–it’s 20 full sets of dice.

Wiz Dice is pretty great, they’re working on their third “Bag of” set now, and I can’t wait!

Hail Mary: Part IV

Part I  Part II  Part III 

I woke knowing instantly, breathtakingly, that Jamie was there, holding me. 

Thank God. 

Thank God he’d come after me. 

Thank God that his voice was behind me, urgent with tenderness, and his arms alive with exactly the same as they pulled me close against the chill“Are ye warm enough, mocree?” 

‘Oh, yes,’ I tried to whisper, but the words were subsumed by a tiny sound from my throat—a mew?— of simple, silly happiness; of closeness, of sweetness, and of complete security. I let myself fall back into the dark of him, the heat of his chest against my back; his knees behind mine; my mind swirling lazily, freely within the haven he had made for me within himself.  

Then I woke again and his soft, warm mouth was latching slowly into the curve of my neck and shoulder. I was moaning and he was moving higher; higher toward my ear as he whispered unknown syllables into my skin. Moaning. Moaning and feeling his breath, his lips, his love at my ear. Moaning, on my back in the heather with Jamie on top of me, slipping his hand into the neck of my shift to free my breasts. Moaning, gasping as he put his mouth on them, suckling me hard; moaning as his hand slid hard under my hips, pulling me up against him. Feeling him hard, even through the layers of clothing. Bucking against him, my fingers digging into his back. Moaning as he moved urgently forward and back, his mouth never leaving my nipple; moving with him, keening.

“I need ye,” he groaned suddenly in a hoarse whisper against my breasts, his grip on my thigh tightening hard and the motions of his hips growing alarmingly urgent with need. He was gasping from it, his whole body shaking. “I need ye now, mocree.”

“Have me,” I was groaning back, reeling with my own desire, feeling an electric wave travel through me as I heard his moan of lust, as he grappled frantically with my skirts. “Jamie, Jamie I’m yoursPl—

I woke, bolted upright, and gasped violently all at once, so fast and suddenly that the horse reared against her tether nearby and whinnied in terror. Instinct brought me flying across the clearing to calm her, but the moment she subsided, I staggered backward and fell hard onto the ground on the far side of her tree, shaking uncontrollably from head to toe—from rage or—something else—I couldn’t tell.

“Goddamn FUCKING hell!” I hissed in fury and despair into the night as I dragged myself up to lean against the tree. “Can’t he leave me the hell alone?”

No, I canna…And ye ken why, lass.

After Jamie’s startling proposal—that ridiculous…. heartbreakingly beautiful  proposal— I’d spent the rest of my evening on my hasty but effective escape plan. I’d passed round the laced whisky multiple times along with the plain that flowed freely in honor of Jamie’s pardon; no one had noticed that they were sinking further and more quickly into drowsiness than was usual. Before that, I had contrived a deep and sudden interest in discussing our route with Ned, memorizing the maps he pulled forth from his saddle bag, devouring them and repeating to myself over and over as he talked: that direction to the Ness. Follow it up to Inverness. Then a bit south and a bit east, and not far to Craigh na Dun. 

All had gone to plan. Until Jamie had followed me. Granted, I’d traveled infinitely faster on the horse onto which he’d thrown me than I would have on foot, but —

Jesus, the way he had looked at me—begged me—

But I had had to go—right then—had told myself I wouldn’t stop even to sleep, wouldn’t stop for a moment till I reached the standing stones and was back in Frank’s world. Yet, I had all but fallen from my horse, and hadn’t even bothered with a fire; just curled beneath my earasaid and fallen into a deep sleep.

But apparently not deep enough to keep out Jamie Fraser.

I sat there in the freezing night, bringing my knees up to my chin and hugging them in frustration. “Beauchamp….you stupid…. lust-crazed—”

It’s no’ just lust. Ye ken that, as well as I; ye ken what there is between us, mocree. 

“I didn’t even know what that word means, you bastard!” 

But it was clear enough from the way he had spoken it, the way it had sounded in the night as he’d reached for me, that it indicated some deep…. 

“I care for you, Claire”

“Dear God,” I whispered into my arms, longing, defeated. “…Jamie…”

Yes, of course there was something between us. 

Of course I felt it between us almost from the first.

Of COURSE that night in his arms had been… 

“Jamie Fraser, you stupid boy! Why the BLOODY hell did you have to propose?”

But thank God he had. Thank GOD, or else I’d have—what? Had him in the woods at the first opportune moment? Had—a life with him?

…I bet it would have been a good life…

Dear God. 

“Who….are you, Beauchamp?”

My horrified question resonated in the darkened glade, indicting, with no answer reverberating back. 

Go. Go now and don’t think of anything but your husband. 

That’s who who’ve got to be: you’re Frank’s wife. 

I scrambled to my feet and untethered the horse as quickly as I could. 

What a ridiculous fool I’d been, so be lulled into a prisoner’s security with the MacKenzies. My HUSBAND was back in the twentieth century with no notion whatsoever as to what happened to his wife. He’d spent nearly six weeks frantic with fear. And I’d all but forgotten him. 

“I’m coming, Frank,” I whispered as I set off at a gallop. “I promise.” 

The entire morning, the entire afternoon, the entire evening, my mind was a terror fugue, a mad fury of fear and guilt, punctuated by the haunting tones of Welshman’s song of the woman of Balnain. 

I lived for a time among strangers


who became lovers and friends

Jamie, with the wounds I inflicted upon him showing in his eyes. 

lovers and friends





FRANK, waiting. 

FRANK, worrying. 


At last, as night fell once more, the hill of Craigh na Dun appeared in the distance. I kicked the horse hard and we raced up the slope, both of us panting and heaving. Could the animal feel my terror? 

I saw the moon come out 


and the wind rose once more,

so I touched the stones


and traveled back to my own land


and took up again with the man I had left behind


The stones were wailing, keening. 

I threw myself off the horse.  

“Frank…Frank…Frank….” was on my lips as I staggered to the stone circle. 

And as the wind did rise, 

rose so high my skirts billowed around me,

I slammed my hands against the screaming stone.


And nothing.



Blood dripping down my hands and smearing the stone. 


“Oh, God… Frank….”

I had no voice in the dawn light. I had no tears left. 

My body was curled around the base of the stone, cradling the memory of the life I had had.

Once more.

Once more, the stone under my bleeding hands. 

And nothing.


The sun was blinding me as I dug, the dirt like glass in my scraped and bleeding hands.

In the hole at the base of the stone, I placed my gold ring. It glinted in the sunlight as I stared down. 

From F to C with love. Always.

“Goodbye, Frank.”

Thank God the horse hadn’t strayed far. I found her at the stream and caught her by the halter, the panic I had felt rush through me in waves during my night on the hill surprisingly absent.

Frank was gone. Or rather, I was gone. The stones were a one-way voyage that was now complete. It was that simple. The Frank part of my life was now done. 

Why doesn’t his loss hurt you more? Have you no heart, you coldhearted—

But those were only echoes of guilt, calling out faintly to me from the hole I had dug—the hole I had covered over, handful by handful— at the base of the stones. 

And part of me had known it all along, hadn’t it? Since the first moment I’d realized I’d gone back to another time? The Welshman’s song had given me hope, yes, but of course I knew that there was always the chance I would never be able to return. 

In truth, I’d been grieving and healing from the loss of Frank ever since I arrived at Leoch. I had fled to the stones out of guilt, pure and simple. Lord, my very thoughts on that ride told everything in black and white: 

Frank is worried;’ ‘Frank is your husband.’ 

NOT‘I can’t bear another day without Frank;’ not ‘what if I never see Frank again?’; not ‘I ache to have you back in my arms, Frank.’

No. It was : “You’ve got to fight your way back to Frank. You’re his wife.” 

I loved Frank; had always loved, him even from the first…but I didn’t feel a visceral need of him when we weren’t together; not now, not when we first met, not even during the war. 

I hadn’t ever felt in almost eight years—even with nearly all of our marriage spent apart— the way I felt now, missing Jamie.

Yes, perhaps I would hear those echoes from Craigh na Dun many times in the years to come; but I had made my choice and I was turning the horse without conscious thought. 

I could make my way south to England, blend in and start a new life among the familiar voices, quietly, living out my life alone in atonement for what was lost and what wickedness had clouded my heart. 

But it was north that I was turning; north that I made for with all haste; to the life that the stones had just made possible. 


To Jamie. 

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See The Light

Hey guys! I am back today with another fic. This was inspired by the real life cheeto experience of @nessiansmut‘s. Hope you enjoy and just so you know the end does get a little dark but then it lightens up again. It’s around 1.2k words.

Warning: There is mention of domestic violence and rape in this fic if I have depicted anything wrong and you believe it is offensive please do not be hesitant to message me. I, in no way, mean to cause offense to anyone and please, please, please message me if I wrote something wrong

And without further adu here is today’s daily dose of “Lara trying to figure out how to actually write

Nesta hated her job. Well, not necessarily the job but the people she had to work with. There was this one particular guy, which her Thursday shift collided with, and man was he the world’s most annoying person. He seemed to be so confident cocky and arrogant, yet Nesta knew better than to judge by how he acted in public.

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So in one of my campaigns, our elven Enkindler came into possession of a modified scroll of Mordenkainen's Magnificent Mansion. We entered it, cleared out the undead and the demons that had infested it, and were going into the rooms we hadn’t yet investigated.

Rogue (me): I want to make sure there’s nothing else in this room that’s evil and/or dangerous. (rolls an 18)

DM: You’re pretty sure that bag in the corner just moved.

Between me and the Enkindler (and several extremely low rolls on behalf of the bag), we managed to corner the moving bag and learned it was some kind of mimic, which led to…

Rogue (me): Can I try to…soothe the bag?

Enkindler: I want it for a pet. (ooc) DM, if you don’t give me a tame Bag of Devouring I will be so, so upset. (rolls a nat 20) I will call him Jerry.

RFA + V and Saeran with an MC who eats very little

I finally watched the new Yuri On Ice episode and no spoilers but ohh my god I have the biggest crush on Yurio and his personality reminds me so much of Saerans, probably why I have a crush on him :’)



- texts you 24/7 asking if you’ve had a meal yet

- are you sure you don’t want to finish that MC

- are you sure about that

- / are you sure /

- he’s fine as long as you tell him you just are a person who doesn’t eat lots of food, you get sick from overeating easily.

- Just doesn’t want his babe under-eating for the wrong reasons!


- He’ll call his nutritionist to make sure your meal plans are healthy and safe because he’s concerned at the amount you eat

- once they tell him you’re fine with the portions you have right now he’ll be okay with it

- Elizabeth the 3rd gets sick when he overfeeds her too so he understands if you leave some things on your plate.


- he doesn’t eat a lot of food either!

- so he feels you on that one.

- won’t even really comment on it because he’s so used to leaving things behind on his plate or eating slow, it’s not new to him!

- but he does make a lot of meals for you so you have to remind him you don’t eat that much when he makes enough food to feed a country.


- he’s fine with it! As long as you eat slow/less for good reasons.

- eats like a race horse though so he’ll finish whatever you have left on your plate for you as long as that’s okay ~

- he’s not used to someone who eats so little so he has to get used to it but doesn’t bother you about it as long as you don’t complain about how many chip bags he devours lmao


- he LOVES food so he’s always trying new things and cooking up weird stuff he finds online so you gotta explain to him you don’t eat a lot of food so he doesn’t think his meals are gross and that’s why you leave things on your plate

- spare his feelings don’t let him think his foods gross

- he doesn’t really care after that he just hopes you like his food regardless of how much you eat tbh


- he’ll ask you about it when he notices right away that you tend to eat slow and leave things on your plate

- after you explain you just don’t eat much he doesn’t really think too much about it

- he stuffs everything in his mouth and eats so fast

- so he’ll actually try to copy your eating habits and eat a little slower so he doesn’t eat as much or too fast at a time.

Ways To Say I’m Sorry-Chapter 1

This is the first prompt for #ChloNathWeek2k17. Thanks to @powerdragonmoon for organizing this. 

Chapter [you are here]


Chapter One-Bickering/Flirting

Chloe Bourgeois had a lot of regrets in her life. She regretted leaving Paris during her father’s time of need. She regretted losing the respect of her idol and good friend. She regretted pushing everyone close to her away when she needed them most. But her biggest regret of all was squandering her last Euros on a cheap dye job.

After several long years as mayor, all of her father’s dirty dealings had finally come back to bite him in ass. He was impeached resigned in disgrace and still under investigation with the government.  As soon as the shit hit the fan, Chloe ran off to London with a bag of cash and very little planning. With her lavish spending habits, the money only lasted a month. She soon sold several of her belongings and bought a ticket back to Paris to smooth things over with her father.

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For @xy0009 and the prompt “I also need a fic where Cat and Kara hug AND THEN Cat says “Go get'em Supergirl”, and then she wins, and then they have sex.” Sorry you had to succumb to my crappy writing it took so long <3

Kara felt a familiar warmth growing in her chest as she listened to Cat insist on her strength, insist that she would make it through whatever was holding her back. They shared a smile until kara heard the sound of sirens coming from Cat’s wall of screens.

“I, actually, had something I needed to do.” Kara said, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the elevators. She stood, and Cat did as well, soft smile still on her face. Kara made a split-second decision and pulled Cat to her in a tight hug. She heard Cat’s sharp inhale and the uptick in her heartbeat, and oh, it had been so undeniably worth it. She pulled cat even closer until her forehead was resting against soft curls and Kara’s breath was hot against Cat’s neck. 

“Thank you.” Kara murmured, and Cat seemed to melt a little against her. She finally pulled herself away with an apologetic smile, and rushed off to the stairwell.

Cat watched her go and settled back down to the couch, still feeling warmth where Kara had held her. “Go get ‘em, Supergirl.” She said in a breathy whisper, and smiled as Kara stumbled on her way to the stairwell. She watched as a red and blue streak shot past the windows of her office before turning to the various TVs in her office as the hero arrived at the scene.

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anonymous asked:

On amazon you can buy 20 sets of dice for $30 if you get the Wiz Dice Bag of Devouring. I bought it and the dice are super nice I love them it expanded my collection really quick

I’m glad you like! :D I have a few sets from the Bag of Devouring. It’s a really efficient way to outfit a whole table at once, and the colors are really interesting and vivid.

beauty and the hybrid beast pt.4

Part 3 - Part 5

klaus mikaelson x reader

word count: 548

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Supernatural Con - Jensen Ackles x Reader (Part 3)

Title: Supernatural Con

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word count: 1,065

Warnings: None

Request: Part three was requested by a few. (So, since a few requested a part three I decided to actually gather any ideas I had and write it. As promised, it’s up before Friday. Really did not know what to write in this so I just started and went with it. Hope it’s good. Enjoy~! xx’)

Read part 1 here! & Read part 2 here!

“Well there is actually a movie that I had fun being in, more than any other” you said through the mic “I certainly remember being really excited for it. When I got the script I got super happy because that meant I would take a break from Supernatural. Don’t get me wrong, I love Supernatural, we all do, but really you guys have no idea how exactly it is.” you chuckled slightly.

“I mean, spending so much time with Jared, Misha and Jensen can have a serious impact on a girl. It certainly had on me!” you said matter-of-factly.

“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?” Jared asked you with a funny face.

“I should better not give any information on that!” you said with a fake shudder “Anyway, as I was saying there actually was a movie I really enjoyed. Basically because it gave me chance to be away from Supernatural for a while. So I was so excited the first day of shooting and I went at the set, in the morning, happy that there would be no Jensen to eat the waffles before me. Or no Jensen to make funny faces behind the camera and distract me. No Jensen whatsoever. So I thought with relief finally no-” you continued speaking but Jensen cut you off.

“Wow I feel the love!” he said, putting a hand over his heart.

“Shut up Jenny.” you shushed him “Well as I was saying. I thought relieved that finally there was no Jensen there and I would maybe get a break from… everything that Jensen is. But you can guess my surprise when, once I went to get some waffles, I found-” you stopped and looked behind you to see Jensen had gotten up from his seat and was at the side of the stage where you had set your bag, and was devouring the mini croissants you had brought with you. “-THAT!” you exclaimed and pointed towards him.

Jensen raised his head, mouth stuffed “What?” he managed to say thought his mic with his mouth full off croissants.

“Nothing” you said with a slight sigh and a small smile “So, really, although I had more fun than in any movie I’ve been, I have to say that-” you let out a dramatic sigh “-I’ve missed the taste of waffles in the morning ever since!” you said with a chuckle.

“Well-” Jensen swallowed the last piece of croissant in his mouth “-you could always get some free waffles in the morning if you wanted to” he said simply, coming to sit back next to you.

“How?” you asked with a small frown. You wanted and feared to hear the answer.

“Well, you could always invite me home some evening” he said simply and you frowned more.

“And?” you asked, sure that there was more to that.

“Oh yeah, you know, and in the morning I would make you breakfast, waffles included” he said once again as if it was the most simple things in the world.

“And how do you connect one evening with your making me breakfast in the morning? Not to mention, why would you make me breakfast whatsoever!” you said really confused.

“Well that’s what a boyfriend does” he grinned cheekily.

“Jensen you’re not my boyfriend!” you tried to reason with him.

“Well after the night I would be” he winked and your eyes widened.

‘Whooing’ could be heard from all around, clapping and some laughter.

“Yeah, like hell am I letting you-” you started but he cut you off.

“Oh you will” he winked at you.

“Whatever, keep dreaming” you mumbled and avoided eye contact, opting for looking at the fan to avoid more heat to rise on your cheeks.

“I hope my answer was good enough for you, because now you’re gonna hear things that will surely blow your mind” you pointed at Jensen.

“And no Jensen, I’m not letting you blow out my mind with-” you cleared your throat “You ain’t getting any!” you said strictly and Jensen rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, just my luck. But to answer your question-” he started talking to the fan “-I really enjoyed that movie more than any other. Not only because I had to co-star with (Y/n) but because we actually had lots of fun there. I just guess I would have liked it better if there was some actual action in it” he said.

“It was an action movie. How much more action would you want there to be?” you frowned at him.

“I don’t mean that kind of action” he said with a smirk and you frowned more, looking at him in an expecting way “I mean the kind of action that involves only two people, most of the time male and female. Maybe a bed though it could be done-” he started speaking again but you cut him off.

“Ok we get it!” you exclaimed and everyone chuckled.

“Action with whom?” the fan asked. She seemed like a sweet girl but right now she was surely pulling your leg!

“I think it’s pretty obvious” he motioned to you “I mean, I was really freaking lucky to actually be her boyfriend in the movie but not enough as to get some action from it. Hell, there wasn’t even one complete freaking kiss scene! Just as we were about to share a kiss near the end of the movie a bomb went off nearby and we had to run. Only for me to actually get killed after that.” he said over-dramatically.

“And, believe it or not, I was actually happy that my death scene came because the script said that she would give me a final kiss. Couldn’t wait for that. But of course she had to ruin that too! She just opted for a kiss on the forehead and the worst is that the director didn’t mind it!” he said with a shake of his head.

“So yeah, although the movie was the one I enjoyed more than anything-” he let out a small sigh “-I’m still waiting for that kiss” he looked at you with puppy eyes and a small pout.

“And you surely ain’t getting it. Try as you might.” you said with a smug grin, pushing his face away.

“A guy can keep dreaming” he said with a small shrug.



“And trying to get what he wants”

Dating Chunji Would Include
  • his hugs would mean everything to you after a long day at school.
  • you’d often stop by their studio, and he’d usually be there practicing his dance moves.
  • although he was sweaty, all you really needed was a hug to help you relax from the bad day you had.
  • the music continues to play in the background as he runs up with the bright smile of his to hug you.
  • the members whine and complain how he stops dancing in the middle of practice.
  • but quickly gets over it once they see that you have snacks peeking out of your bag and quickly devour it. 
  • you’d sit criss cross on the wooden floor, and rant out how your day was going while he held your hand.
  • of course he’d make you forget your worries very quickly and kiss you.
  • the members would constantly tease you, mimicking your moves because they were disgusted.
  • but honestly they were just jealous of how cute you guys were. 
  • you let him go back to practice as you do some of your homework in the corner of the studio.
  • his sweet personality would always make your stomach flutter inside. 
  • dates were amazing, always unique and fun something that you thought you’d never be able to do.
  • being the sweetheart he is (to you) he’s constantly making sure that you’re okay and that you have eaten.
  • the same goes for you, since he was an idol he doesn’t have much time to worry about himself.
  • many angels were upset to hear that their oppa is dating, but were still happy for him. 
  • his kisses were often short, because he’d love kissing all over your face. but of course his favorite spot were your soft lips.  
  • it was like dating your best friend, somebody who cares about you and knows what you like but even better. 

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D&D: Simulating Economy

image from the 5th edition Dungeon Master’s Guide

So I have a secret pleasure to run an economics-driven D&D campaign, but like, with a LOT of micromanaging that would probably push a lot of others away. Here’s a simple-ish way using tables to use for a player (or campaign) where the players want to run a business, but they want the gratification of micromanaging.


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