battlecrazed-axe-mage:

kowabungadoodles:

kowabungadoodles:

lawfulgoodness:

roguestorm:

concept: an austen-inspired tabletop rpg where there are five classes

1. single man in possession of a large fortune who is in want of a wife
2. young woman with low connections who must marry so that she can secure her future
3. cad whose main goal is to convince someone to elope with him
4. wealthy, scheming woman whose goal is to ruin the happiness of the aforementioned young woman
5. tiresome & vulgar elderly busybody (can be either a man or a woman)

I’m gonna split this out a little farther, because I feel like we’re blurring the lines between classes and stats. First you should pick your Austen class:

• Bachelor/Bachelorette
• Cad / Floozy
• Husband/Wife
• Matriarch/Patriarch
• Busybody

Then you roll for your stats across the 6 basic Abilities:

• Money
• Intelligence
• Connections
• Manners
• Looks
• Snark

10/10 would kickstart

I’ve written this up as a quick-play version! You need a d6, a d20 and 3+ friends who are as into Jane Austen as you are, or at least willing to have a go.

Working title, Sense & Snark-ability.  

I’ll make it up into a proper printable with illustrations if I get a chance next week, but in the meantime if anyone wants to playtest it I’d love to know how it goes!

Someone play this with me omfg

saleh-nix:

coat:

blad-the-inhaler:

prettyokayray:

charlesoberonn:

The song “Jolene” but the singer never stops describing Jolene, going into more and more details and getting more and more disturbing until you’re not sure what Jolene is except that you’re afraid of her.

♪ your teeth are sharp / your mouth agape
your claws rend flesh / there’s no escape
from the judgement of the Eldritch One, Jolene ♪

He screams about you in his sleep
and when he wakes, does naught but weep
in terror, of the one they call Jolene

Thirty eyes that glow red at night

Two arms are left, three are right

Shes got her paws on my man, Jolene

Knowledge of her name she can’t allow

She’s staring in your window now

There’s no way to escape from her, Jolene.

gaymilesedgeworth:

brehaaorgana:

gaymilesedgeworth:

gaymilesedgeworth:

brehaaorgana:

gaymilesedgeworth:

one of my friends is a very pregnant dog and like 3 times a day i say to her “hello! you are full of several other smaller dogs!” and she wags her entire body at me like “it’s true!!! i contain multitudes”

i love that ur friend is the pregnant dog. what a nice friend to have.

ya she’s my buddy i love her!

update: there were five (5) smaller dogs inside my dog friend, but now they are all outside of her instead (!!) 

GREAT UPDATE NOW YOU HAVE SIX FRIENDS!!!

ya they’re my buddies i love them!!!!!

setauuta:

eternalfarnham:

val-tashoth:

val-tashoth:

Robes are stupid. My sorcerer dresses like Petyr Baelish.

To expand: if you are a mage, dress like a noble. Do not dress like a wizard. Pointy conical hat and sky-blue robes is medieval semaphore for “kill first and with extreme prejudice.” Tailored black silk over cloth-of-gold and studded with rubies says “Harmless, but valuable; ransom if possible or kill last.” 

If you dress like a noble, they’re not going to pay attention as you take a turn or two to back away from the melee and prepare yourself. The ruse is only broken when you reveal yourself, at which point 8d6 fire damage is screaming toward them at Mach Fuck anyway, so no big.

counterpoint: if you don’t get to dress like someone ran a magical thrift shop through a rototiller and frankensteined the pieces back together what’s the god-damned point of being a wizard

The sartorial differences between wizards and sorcerers are on display, I think.

starboysisko:

“I’ll try and keep the kids safe” says Percy as though he isn’t the youngest member of Vox Machina