Going Through A Weird Period Where I'm Constantly Thinking About My Characters, Which Theoretically Is

"you're really scraping the bottom of the barrel" girl i am living that balsamic life, that's the mommy down there at the bottom.

as a chronic oversharer i'm always ready to answer asks, but i'm particularly bored today so if anyone has any questions for me i'd be happy to answer random queries

I wish to befriend more of my moots hi guys

paranormal investigator but the ghosts are the clients

dear tumblr mutuals i think you are really cool thanks for giving me notes and posting cool stuff i'm sorry that i'm awkward and probably forget why i'm following you but you're all really cool :D

im trying to learn guitar as my, like.. 10th insturment and it is taking LONGER THAN I WOULD LIKE. can someone please explain to me how to switch chords so fast my fingers dont do that.

When Sasha hosts her first D&D session, Michael isn’t invited, really, but it shows up regardless; clutching a character sheet and set of resin dice whose insides swirl around in a way that gives everyone a headache. Jon is ready to kick it out immediately, but Sasha vouches for it, and somehow they begin the game with it in their party.

None of them claim to know the Distortion, but they expected a chaotic character — a wild mage or barbarian, maybe. They don’t expect a lore bard, especially not a human one, and especially not one of such a kindly demeanor. It’s strange, watching Michael switch between voicing its character and describing its actions to Sasha, as though they’re actually playing with two distinct Spiral avatars instead of one.

As the campaign continues, they discover just how many little details it put into its character. He likes colorful tunics and warm scarves. He thinks lilies are pretty. He’s somehow “more of a doormat than Martin”, as Tim puts it. He was an acolyte before becoming an adventurer. Dungeons and Dragons is a game all about constructing elaborate lies wrapped around a grain of truth, after all.

And if Jon Knows something about this character, this strange creation that seems to fit Michael like a second skin, he chooses not to say.

As promised, it has been done.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64451110

Tim, sitting upside down in a rolly chair: Hey Sash, would you still love me if I was a worm?

Jon and Martin, swiveling around: a WHAT?!

having ocs is such a weird experience. what do you mean that me and 3 of my friends are the only ones that care about the little guy in my head? what do you mean that other people can listen to die young by Kesha without crying thinking about my little guy? I'll see a post and go "wow I should show this to [oc]" and remember shes a literal figment of my imagination.