Thinks Its Honestly Epic That You Write For Pagan Reader

thinks it’s honestly epic that you write for pagan reader

thank you! I enjoy writing that niche. I had a hard time finding good stuff in the niche, and wanted more reading material 😅

honestlythankyousomuchforthisifreakedddwhenisawthisandgotsohappy

Disclaimer

I only write for pagan/agnostic, female readers.

I'm not being sexist.

I'm not discriminating against your religion.

That is simply the demographic I know the most about and feel comfortable writing.

(i also think its so cool to write such a niche...)

Outta Pocket

"As you guys leave town, you see a woman in what appears to be red silks with various blades strapped to different parts of her body, holding a man above the River of Souls. A river, which you all know, is famous for killing whoever is dropped into it." Brennan describes the scene.

"I would like to roll an Insight check." Siobhan/Maiko the Kitsune Rogue spoke, holding up her d20 die.

"Ok. Go ahead and make an Insight check for me," Brennan says.

A clattering of die on table is softly heard through the dome and Siobhan's cringe is seen. "A 3?"

"Yep. Everything seems normal. This is fine. But this is the River of Souls, and scary lady is wearing a bunch of very sharp knives, so you begin to question whether this guy is okay."

"Okay. I want to slowly approach and kind of listen in."

"Alright, make a Stealth check for me."

"A 16."

"You are hidden in trees and can only be seen if someone really tries to find you. You could hear the Kings messenger on the way out of town, of course, so he is louder than before, and you can kind of hear what the stranger is saying." Brennan narrates what conditions Maiko is in.

"'PUH-PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! THE KING OF REGALIA ONLY MEAN TO SEND YOU A MESSAGE!' The messenger is going to make another charisma-saving throw..." Brennan rolls a d20 die behind his curtain, "'You know the saying: 'Don't kill the messenger!' And he begins to relax as he is then set upon solid ground by the stranger in red."

"I turn to leave and tell everyone what is going on." Siobhan as Maiko narrates what she does now.

"Great! Now, what happens next?" Brennan looks at you.

"I want to give him this false sense of security and just brush at his shoulders, kind of like superheroes do when they dangle someone over a roof and bring them back up just to do that and then dip out, but I want to say... 'I do believe in killing the messenger. You know why? Because it sends a message.' And then push him into the River of Souls." And a small pause ensues where everyone is looking at you in shock.

"Whoa..." Emily/Anabella the Human Bard says, looking at you, then Brennan, then back at you.

"THAT IS THE HARDEST SHIT I HAVE EVER HEARD." Lou/Oswaldo the Half-Elf Cleric slaps the table while everyone just looks at you in amazement.

"Okay! Hey, Y/N! Wanna introduce your character to the party?"

"Hey guys. I'm Ivy. I am a Blood Hunter Tiefling. I was originally a mercenary for hire but now I am a wandering traveler just trying to right the wrongs of society. In the most violent way possible." You introduce yourself to the group.

What a fun beginning to a DnD campaign.

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No because why have I thought to start a campaign and use this as my opening line? Any-who, I have a LOT of drafts and a load of writers' block to get over, so I may be posting quite a few times. Have a great night! Bye!

Vegan Vampires

YN, casually reading a medical article after hyper focusing on it for a week: Hey. Did you know, in an emergency situation, you can use coconut water for a blood transfusion?

Natasha, also reading, taken aback by YN: Uh... yeah. It's a neat little fact, huh?

YN, now spiraling: So... going with that, that means vampires can drink coconut water instead of blood.

Natasha, putting a full stop on her reading: What?

YN, fully in the rabbit hole: Coconut water. Which means there are vegan vampires.

Natasha, about to have amental breakdown from this information: Please stop... I-I don't need these thoughts this late at night. I'm getting' ready to go to bed.

YN: Which would also explain where we get fruit bats from.

Natasha, slamming her book closed: I'm not getting any fucking sleep tonight.

Y/N, waving at Natasha as she leaves: You're welcome!

Natasha, being dramatic: I hate you.

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Author's Cup of Tea:

This is kind of a shitpost. I was bored and wanted to put something out. This is from a tiktok (again).

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Flirting with Death

"You know what, lass? I dare you to flirt with Ghost!"

"Soap... no. I'm either going to get my ass kicked now or later. I don't like either of those options."

"What if I... sweeten... the deal?"

That makes you pause for a second. "How so?"

"I'll convince Price to have you train with me instead of Ghost if this goes wrong!"

You lean onto one of your legs, "And this has nothing to do with the mission where you commented on my speed during the dummy shooting training?"

"Okay, maybe a little, but come on! You won't get your ass handed to you by a Brit, aye?"

"Fine... I'll do it," You start walking out of the gym and as you turn the corner, you sweeten the deal for yourself. "And I want a big bag of Halloween candy!"

"Ah, fuck!" in a thick Scottish accent could be heard echoing down the hallways. You rush into the common room, a place where you can catch Ghost before he goes off to do paperwork or some other shit.

You turn the corner and see Ghost casually sipping some tea and watching ice break compilations (I don't think he actually would. I just can't figure out what he would be doing to relax).

You steel yourself in the doorway, saunter on over, and attempt to sit semi-sexy but also knowing you probably just look awkward.

"How you doin, Daddy?"

And as if Ghost was expecting this, he said, "I'm alright, Mama."

You immediately run to Soap and start screaming, "AHHHAHA!"

You can hear Ghost lightly chuckling before giving off a big scream, "AHHHHHH!"

You ran right back to Soap. "HE FLIRTED BACK!"

"Slow down, lass. He flirted back?"

You took a deep breath and started over. "Yes. He flirted back and now it looks like you don't have to worry about switching around the training schedule."

"That's funny. Cause you were already going to be training with me!"

"Soap!"

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This was cringe. I am very aware. Please do not attack me. I am sad.