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Arson and Alchemy

Context: our 3rd level party has been captured in an underground kobold city by an adult green dragon. Our DM has set this up as a problem solving thing to try to find a way to escape because surely we can’t take this dragon! I am playing as a transmutation wizard

Me: *turns to copper dragonborn fighter* hey let’s try something. Your breath weapon is acid right?

Fighter: yeah?

Me: *smiles* What would happen if we heated that up?

Both of us: *turn to DM, smiling*

The fighter breathed acid at the dragon’s face and I cast fire bolt, resulting in an acid cloud. The dragon is blinded in one eye. I succeed a dex save and the rest of the party fails and is backed into a corner. They proceed to distract the dragon to allow this to happen:

Me: Hey, minor alchemy works on stone, right?

DM: …yes?

Me: And we’re in a cave, right?

DM: …

I turn the area under the dragon’s legs into wood and set it on fire. After a barrage of attacks, the dragon, ass ablaze, is brought down.

DM: okay… the kobolds look at you in fear, their leader having been brutally murdered.

Me: I cut off the dragon corpse’s head with my longsword and roll it down the street and shout “I AM YOUR QUEEN NOW” *passes both requisite strength checks*

NITW theory

So in Lost Constellation, Mae is getting a story told to her about her Grandpa (she had said in the main game that he would read her ghost stories), but what if they actually happened?
So, Mae’s grandpa has a tooth locked in a safe. It makes him seem like he was just a cooky ole fella, but when you’re in the library with Bea searching for information on the ghost, there is an article about miners who went on strike against their boss and as a keepsake, each one of the miners took one of his teeth as a reminder of the loyalty of the miners.
When in the cave, the members said they had prayed to the weird cave God or something along those lines. Some wished for luck with jobs, wealth, or for the town of Possum Springs to thrive.
So what if after all of this, Mae’s grandpa was a part of the weird cave cult? Mae’s mother talked to Mae about how she was a miracle baby because she had so many miscarriages before finally getting pregnant with Mae. So, while the other members wished for things like wealth and such, Mae’s grandpa could’ve wished for a grandchild.
Then, after Mae is born, he told her ghost stories, which could actually be stories that he himself experienced while a member of the cave cult, or from other members.
Also, maybe Mae had the weird visions and experiences because she was basically a gift from the cave God. If the others wished for material things, and Mae’s grandpa wished for Mae, she would be the only living thing wished for; giving her a connection between herself and the cave God.

  • Simon: Baz is definitely plotting against me.
  • Simon: He's gonna try and kill me again so I gotta be prepared so I'm going to have to follow him EVERYWHERE until we die.
  • Simon: I gotta go to the caves with him
  • Simon: Gotta follow him to the woods
  • Simon: And to classes
  • Simon: And I gotta watch him sleep
  • Simon: I have to go to his football games!
  • Simon: I am following him because he's PLOTTING
  • Simon: NOT because I'm gay for him
  • Simon: I'm not gay
  • Baz: *is half naked* Snow what the fuck are you doing following me to the bathrooms?
  • Simon: I'M GAY
Summer Heat Part 4

Ready to get fucked up? Cuz you’re gonna get fucked up. Well. I hope so.

Synopsis: A fic where you and Shawn are camp councilors and you hate his guts. Sexual tension ensues.

Part 1  | Part 2   | Part 3 | Part 4 (you are here)

It’s just after midnight when you hear thunder shake the cabin. You sit up out of a dead sleep and look around just as another flash of lightning illuminates the room and is followed by a deep rumble of thunder. Rain starts pounding the old roof of the cabin and it is so loud you don’t know how Shawn could possibly be asleep.

You lay awake, staring at the curtain where the lightning seems to be constantly lighting up the sky. There was no way you were getting back to sleep. Storms like this always made you anxious, and the fact you were in a cabin that was more than twenty years old really didn’t help that anxiety. What if the wood stilts gaveway? What if the roof caved in? What if lightning struck it? The possibilities your brain came up with was endless.

On top of all that, you were worrying about the kids. Were they okay? What if their cabins got damaged? Had the director had the overnight crew move the kids to the main hall? What about clean up in the morning? If you didn’t get some sleep you would be useless if there were branches to clear away and debris to clean up.

“Hey,” Shawn says into the quieting room as a clap of thunder receded into the night air. You aren’t sure you actually heard him say something until he says “Hey.” again, but louder.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! For a Klance prompt, Lance or Keith (your pick) gets infected by some alien thing that makes them tell the truth so they admit their feelings for the other person, but after being 'cured' they don't remember doing it? thanks!

For sure! Hope you like it :D

           “Lance, what are you doing – get away from that!” Keith grabbed the back of Lance’s armor and hauled him backward as the flower exploded a white puff in his face, making Lance sneeze violently. He rubbed the residue off his face, inspecting the white smear it left on his glove.

           “It’s just pollen,” he shrugged. Keith glared at him.

           “Do you know how many people are allergic to Earth pollen? Who knows what alien pollen might do to you?” Lance rolled his eyes.

           “You’re being dramatic. Look, I’m fine. I feel better than ever.” Keith narrowed his eyes.

           “Let’s just keep moving,” he said, shifting his grip on his bayard. “We can probably find a cave in those cliffs up there, hole up there for the night, try and contact the team again in the morning.” Lance nodded.

           “After you,” he said, gesturing grandly. Keith just rolled his eyes and set off, hacking a particularly thorny branch away with his sword.

           They made it to a shallow, unoccupied cave in the cliff face with about an hour to spare before sunset and managed to build a fire before it got too dark to see. They negotiated guard duty and Keith got first watch, leaving Lance to stretch out and go to sleep beside the fire. Except, in typical Lance fashion, he started to talk instead.

           “I’ve never built a fire before. I never thought I would have to,” he said. Keith groaned quietly.

           “Lance, we’ve got a long night ahead of us. You should really try to get some sleep.”

           “I never went camping as a kid. My family didn’t have the money to make a trip like that.”

           “You can tell me about it later. If you absolutely must,” he added under his breath. “Just please be quiet.”

           “We thought it was fancy when they managed to take us out to dinner and a movie. That was a big day. There were four of us plus my parents, and that’s a lot of kids to pay for, so we couldn’t do it very often. But camping was never an option. My sister really wanted to do it. She begged my parents for months. But they wouldn’t let her. It was pretty awful to watch how crushed she was, but to tell the truth, I thought she was being selfish.”

           “Lance?” Keith asked. There was something off about Lance’s voice. It sounded too flat and monotone, as if he wasn’t actually hearing what he was saying. Lance continued as if he hadn’t heard Keith.

           “She knew they couldn’t afford to take all of us, so either she wanted to get special treatment and go without us, or she was just being a whiny brat and harassing my parents because she got fed up with having no money all the time. I got fed up too, we all did. She could have sucked it up like the rest of us.”

           “Lance.” There was definitely something wrong. Lance never talked about his family like this. Certainly not to Keith, at any rate. He sprung to his feet and walked over to where Lance was flat on his back, eyes glassy and unfocused, staring at the ceiling.

           “Of course I still love her but God did she get on my nerves when we were kids sometimes. But I don’t really think about that these days because I’m so homesick. I just think about all the perfect times we had together. You don’t understand it, you know. I don’t think anyone else on the ship understands how close I am to my family and how much I hate being here sometimes. At least Pidge is trying to get her family back. Voltron just keeps me further away. But you especially don’t understand because you don’t have any family.” Keith slapped Lance hard across the face.

           “Snap out of it!” he growled. “What the hell is…?” He bent closer. Something was glowing faintly white on the edges of Lance’s nostrils. The flower. It had infected him or something, and now he was talking without any kind of filter. “I told you that alien pollen was bad news,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead. Lance’s eyes were still just as glassy as before. He barely seemed to register the fact that he had been slapped.

           “It makes me miserable how much you hate me,” he said. Keith, in the middle of searching for some kind of leaf or cloth or anything he could use to try and scrape the gunk off Lance’s nose, paused.

           “You think I hate you?” he asked.

           “Yes,” Lance said. He started at receiving a direct answer and slowly turned back to Lance.

           “Why do you think I hate you?”

           “Because you’re so much better than me, and I annoy you by trying to compete with you. You know you can win so it’s a waste of your time.” Keith sat down heavily.

           “Lance, no. That’s not… that’s not…”

           “Of course I realized recently that the real reason I want to compete with you is because I want you to notice me,” he continued, “because I’ve had an awful crush on you since the Garrison. I thought I just wanted people to think I could be as good as you, but the real issue is that I like you a lot and I’m terrified of you finding out because I know you’ll just laugh at me.” Keith covered his ears.

           “I don’t want to hear this,” he moaned. “Lance, please, stop talking.”

           “I think you’re the most talented and beautiful person I’ve ever met and I started fantasizing about kissing you about two months ago. I even love the mullet even though I still think it’s ridiculous that you have it. I keep flirting with aliens to distract myself but I only do it because I know I won’t have any success. I don’t want to actually date anyone but you.” Keith’s head was between his knees. He wasn’t supposed to be hearing this. It wasn’t fair the way Lance’s confession made his heart speed up in his chest, made him think of the times they’d both caught each other staring lately, made him remember Lance saving his life on their most recent mission and brushing it off like it was nothing. It wasn’t fair to Lance. “I think I might love you, Keith, and I’ve cried twice about the fact that you could never love me back.” Lance’s speech ceased abruptly, leaving a few seconds of silence. “I’m tired. I’m going to sleep now,” he announced, and closed his eyes. Keith heaved a sigh of relief, coming over with a leaf to rub away the white residue on his nose. He dropped a hand on Lance’s shoulder.

           “You do that, Lance,” he said. “You do that.”


           Lance woke up to morning light groggy and with the worst crick in his neck he’d ever had. He sat up, yawned, and noticed Keith sitting at the edge of the cave, staring off into the woods. He frowned.

           “Dude, why didn’t you wake me up for guard duty?” he asked. “Have you been sitting there awake all night?” Keith jumped at the sound of Lance voice, turned to look at him, and scrambled to his feet.

           “Lance!” he said. “Are you… You seem normal?” Lance blinked.

           “Yeah, why… why wouldn’t I be?” Keith hovered uncertainly, unsure whether or not to move forward.

           “Do… do you not… do you remember last night?”

           “Yeah, we planned for guard duty, you said you’d wake me up in a few hours, and then you just never did! Come on, man, let people help you sometimes, you’re going to be exhausted now.” Keith bit his lip.

           “So… nothing else?” Lance stared.

           “What happened?”

           “Nothing!” Keith said hurriedly. His cheeks were slightly red for some reason. “I… I tried to wake you up but I couldn’t. You were too sound asleep. So yeah, I’ve been awake all night, asshole.” The insult was only half-hearted and didn’t really seem to land. Lance blinked.

           “Okay,” he said. “Well, we probably better see if we can’t find a way to signal the castle. It looked like there were settlements further up the cliff, let’s see if we can find some alien friends.” Keith nodded in agreement, heading to stamp out the fire. As Lance gathered his Paladin armor, he kept glancing sideways at his rival and his friend, wondering what had really happened last night – and why Keith was lying.

[I am no longer accepting prompts, just completing the ones in my inbox]


In a great cave some miles within the edge of Mirkwood on its eastern side there lived at this time their greatest king. Before his huge doors of stone a river ran out of the heights of the forest and flowed on and out into the marshes at the feet of the high wooded lands. This great cave, from which countless smaller ones opened out on every side, wound far underground and had many passages and wide halls; but it was lighter and more wholesome than any goblin-dwelling, and neither so deep nor so dangerous.


Son Doong Cave, Quang Binh province, Vietnam 

Into the woods, there is miracle ….

Son Doong Cave is based in Quang Binh, in the North Central part of Vietnam, this is the largest cave in the world with 5.5 miles long, 650ft wide, and 500ft tall. Not only exceptional in size, Son Doong is also ranked by BBC News as the most beautiful cave all over the globe.

Tourists with a spare $3,000 can now take tours - but getting to the cave mouth is an adventure in itself.