Highlights from the 1st session of my D&D campaign
(during character creation) Mum: I’m Trump-Tinyhands, a famous half-orc ballerina.
(while trying to enter a cursed church) D M: You (pixie character) enter the church, however, the second you enter you get distracted by a bright light, which you then fly towards blindly and continue to fly into it. Dylan, our Pixie: IT’S SO BRIGHT AND SHINY
(in a bar) Trump-Tinyhands: Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Me want drink! Drink! Drink! Dylan: Erm yes I think we might need a few more dozen pints for our friend over here, he’s not drunk enough.
(still in the bar) M'riqa, our Khajiit thief, talking to the barmaid: Hey, I’ve seen many pussies in my time, but if I pet you right will your purr? Barmaid: I will beat the shit out of you if you talk to me like that again. M'riqa: *sprints right out of the bar* Dylan: Damnit, come back here!
(going back to the cursed church) DM: Maybe Dylan should stop trying to enter the church. He’s a Loki-worshipper and this is the Church of The God of Mild Frostbite and That Very Annoying Feeling You Get After You Warm Your Hands Up After Being In The Cold That Makes Your Fingers Feel Like They’re Burning Trump-Tinyhands OOC: If that’s the God’s name, I can’t imagine just how long the sermons are.
(M'riqa spotted something pretty in the church and wants to steal it) M'riqa: I enter the church! DM: You try to enter the church, but it appears that you cannot. The curse on the church does not know what to do with you, so it simply becomes an invisible wall. Trump-Tinyhands: I think something’s going on with this church. Dylan: *sarcastically* I never would have thought of that!
(40 minutes into figuring out the church) M'riqa OOC: Does anybody have Detect Magic? Dylan OOC: Hell yeah I do! M'riqa OOC: Then go do it you winged bastard. Dylan: I cast Detect Magic on the church doorway. M'riqa OOC: 40 fucking minutes. 40 FUCKING MINUTES WE’VE SPENT ON THIS FUCKING CHURCH CURSE ONLY NOW TO FIND THAT THE BLOODY PIXIE HAD THE KEY TO THE WHOLE DAMN THING DM: You cast Detect Magic on the doorway. It seems that only followers of the God of Mild Fristbite and all that stuff can pass through the doorway. Dylan: I can’t, I’m Loki’s priest. Half-orc: What’s a priest? (too stupid to know what a god is) Dylan: It’s down to you, M'riqa. M'riqa: … I may or may not have sold my soul and devoted my life to Nocturnal. Is that a problem?
(later) M'riqa: Nocturnal, may I stray from your path for a moment while I infiltrate this church? DM: You poke yourself in the eye. That’s a no. M'riqa: Please? Come on, I’ll steal something to add to the glory of the Guild! DM: You sock yourself right in the nose. You are bleeding. M'riqa: Pretty please?? I’ll serve you in the afterlife for twice as long! DM: You stamp on your own foot. M'riqa: Before I go any further, if I ask one more time, will I or will I not keep my tail? DM: Nocturnal remains smugly silent. M'riqa: If someone had told me that this is the sort of thing that happens when you give yourself to a god, then I may have reconsidered my choice.
A/N: I am so sorry it took me so long to write this! I tried my very best but I just… Lacked the inspiration T_T Also! In this story, I made Kiibo human mainly because I fell in love with that idea after reading a fanfic :o Anyways, here you are!
I look at the pile of clothes scattered around my room,
packing for university is a lot hard than it seems. The fact that I have
minimal knowledge on fashion doesn’t exactly help either, my wardrobe contains
very little variety. I exhale loudly and let my face sink into my hands.
“What does Hope’s Peak want from me? Do I need
I move my fingers enough so that I can open one eye and look
at my one decent dress. It’s light pink at the top and starts becoming purple
the further down it goes, white musical notes decorate it in a twirl.
My attention shifts to the doorway. Mum is standing there, a
big smile on her face. “What’s wrong dear?”
“This is harder than I expected mum. I can play Nocturnes by Chopin no problem but
packing for university? It’s impossible!” I let out a little laugh as I
rub the back of my neck.
“Now now, nothing is impossible!” She gives me a
warm smile before stepping in and kneeling beside me. “What have you
“Um,” I point to my suitcase before moving my
finger to count. “Some underwear, skirts, pens, notebooks, shirts and my
book of music sheets! It’s at the very bottom seeing as it takes up the most
“And you need every one of them?”
“Of course!” She rolls her eyes as she makes her
way to my wardrobe. She begins taking out several pieces of clothing, folding
them and dropping them into the suitcase.
“Honestly Kaede, how will you cope without me?”
“Ehhh? Don’t be mean! I know how to take care of
myself, I’m nineteen afterall!” I pout at her, realising the irony of my
action. She rolls her eyes at me before resuming her search for decent
Whoever said that Hope’s Peak is breathtaking was definitely
right. The school building towers over me, the sun giving it a somewhat golden
glow, as if it had an aura of its own. I take a few more steps until I’m right
in front of the doors and then turn waving goodbye at my mum.
Don’t do anything stupid
and remember to call me!
Mums always give the best advice. I smile at her one last
time before finally pushing the doors open, it turns out the inside is even
grander than the outside. I take a quick look around as I make my way towards a
woman with long light brown hair.
“Ah, you must be Akamatsu Kaede. Welcome to Hope’s
Peak” she tilts her head at me before directing her gaze at a clipboard.
“I will be the one providing you with a campus tour. However, according to
this, we still have to wait for two more students to arrive.”
“Oh, okay. Can I know who they are?”
“Certainly! Their names are Idabashi Kiibo and Amami
Idabashi? Why does that name sound familiar? I place my
thumb under my chin and rest my index finger on my lips as I search for my
answer. Was he on TV? No that’s not it, I’ve never heard the name Kiibo before,
well at least I don’t think so.
I suddenly snap out of my thoughts as a boy with white spiky
hair bows in front of me.
“My name is Idabashi Kiibo! I hope we can enjoy our
educational future together as classmates!” He lifts his head up at that
point and begins to study my expression with electric blue eyes.
“Oh! Well, I’m Akamatsu Kaede. It’s very nice to meet
you, Idabashi - kun” I bow my head at him and give my best smile.
“Ah, please just call me Kiibo.” A light blush
forms on his cheeks as he fiddles with the cable of his headphones. Before we
can continue with our conversation, the woman takes a step forward.
“I just received a message saying Amami - kun will be
arriving slightly later, I’m not too sure why but in that case, shall we begin
the tour?” We both nod and follow her as she makes her way down the wide
“Our school offers a variety of facilities which I am
sure you’ll be happy to use.” She
suddenly comes to a halt and turns on her heel to face us. She reaches into her
pocket before handing us something about the size of a human palm.
“This here is your very own e-Handbook. It has the map of the school on it
just incase you get lost. Each handbook is different seeing as whenever it
turns on, the name of the owner is displayed.”
Kiibo instantly begins messing with his, tapping away at the
screen, that’s when I finally take a proper look at him. His headphones hang
around his neck and he has an oversized dark grey hoodie and it looks like he’s
wearing gloves, his jeans are black even though they’re faded in some places.
“Akamatsu - san, it looks like this school even has its
own private pool.” His eyes never leave the screen. I let out a little
laugh as I put the handbook away.
“You really must like technology hm, Kiibo - kun?”
“Y-Yeah, my dad is a famous inventor afterall. It kind
of… Runs in the family I guess,”
Oh, so that’s where I
know that name.
“That’s kind of why I want people to call me by my
first name. I want to be recognised as my own person rather than an inventors
I clap my hands together and lace my fingers together.
“Wow, that’s so inspirational! It’s very similar to what I want to do by
playing the piano.”
Kiibo sends a quick smile my way before finally putting his
handbook away. We continue with the tour, often stopping to discuss several
topics or marvel at how amazing Hope’s Peak really is.
“And finally, the dormitories. Boys and girls are
separated of course.”
“Um, excuse me.” Kiibo says as he raises his hand.
“Do we have roommates?” The lady lowers his hand before
“Indeed, in actuality, your roommate is Amami - kun!
What a weird coincidence!” She clears her throat before looking at me.
“Your room is down the hall, first door on the right. Once again, I hope
you enjoy your time here.” With a soft smile, she does a little turn
before disappearing into one of the many hallways. I turn to face Kiibo but
he’s too busy playing with his headphones again.
“Um, I guess I will see you around then.”
“Yes, how about we eat breakfast together? Maybe Amami
- kun will be here by then.”
“Okay then, it’s a date!”
Kiibo lets out a little gasp as his cheeks begin to gain a
rosy colour causing me to giggle.
I offer him one more smile before leaving him to find my
carve the pumpkins, set the lights to dim, and bring the cauldron to a bubble; a mix for the ghasts, ghouls, and wicked things this halloween
girl with one eye (bayou percussion); florence + the machine || so cold; breaking benjamin || the howling; within temptation || laura palmer; bastille || whisper; evanescence || bang bang ft. sky ferreira; 2cellos || barton hollow; the civil wars || devil’s spoke; laura marling || love me dead; ludo || medicine; daughter || double trouble (sort stof remix); harry potter and the sorcorer’s stone || monster; imagine dragons || my song 5ft. nicki minaj; haim || night of the hunter; 30 seconds to mars || nothing but the water; grace potter and the nocturnals || pumped up kicks; foster the people || two black cadillacs; carrie underwood || white rabbit; grace potter and the nocturnals || 99 problems; hugo
>log dump for Dante/Shura, Raidou/Shura, Futomimi/Shura, Hikawa/Shura
ISN’T SOMEONE MISSING? POOR, POOR ISAMU damnit
he’ll never get love and he needs it the most ;A; HE’S SO DEPENDENT Stupid Nocturne fandom, cut the boy some slack and let him have his Shura-assurance god Nocturne doesn’t have much interaction and dialouge, but out of all Hito and Isamu even have the most emotional dialogue/theme to them what the hell people just really hate Isamu wow haha better ship Shura with cross-over characters then huh
Nightcrawler gets nauseous when he goes through Blink’s portals. Blink is the same when he teleports them. And they never talk about the time when Nightcrawler accidentally teleported into one of Blink’s portals while carrying her. Nocturne has no such problems.