#(( event : ren faire gone wrong ))

[fightingdragcnswithycu]

open starter: @hiddenstarters venue : local tavern

after months at sea, oona was trying to find her land legs again. she loved traveling the world and if she could do it without coming on land ever again, she would but it was not possible. they needed supplies so here they were, her and her crew, "excuse me," she said to someone as she walked into the tavern, "what is the... how you say? currency here? how do i pay? do they accept gold pieces?" she asked.

[fightingdragcnswithycu]

"who says you are not wearing my face?" astrid asked in an accusatory tone, "how exactly could we help each other? i run an apothecary and i'm an artist, that's all. i don't need anything else nor do i want any trouble."

"considering you're wearing my face, i just assumed you had something going on." vesta pointed out, raising an eyebrow. "we could help each other, you know. people are going to question if two identical girls are walking about and we're not twins."

[fightingdragcnswithycu]

closed starter : finnick & junwoong (@devilsmenu) venue : market

"oh yes, all of these are caught fresh this morning," finnick said, "i caught it all myself, it's a very good catch. i can assure you of that. what were you interested in buying this morning?"

[hiddenwashington]

observant citizens of washington may have seen the beginning of a set up, stands, a partially built stage, and the signs that something was coming to the city. those who have been here long enough to remember start telling their friends that perhaps the ren faire is coming back for another year, to let everyone know they should start planning costumes though no official event date or information has been released. despite the fact that something is clearly being set up no one can track down who is running the event, or any of the important details for it, and nothing in washington can ever be that simple. overnight the upcoming ren faire seems to have taken over the city. bars suddenly become taverns, shops are replaced with merchant stands, and nobility now holds the power rather than the democracy that had been running the city. cars are an unknown creation, so citizens better be comfortable with a horse if they intend on going anywhere far.  luckily the transition seems to have gone well for the majority of the citizens, who are unaware that anything has gone wrong, going about their lives as if the sound of a dragon overhead is simply something they've grown used to, and know how to navigate in their lives.

TLDR;

overnight the city of washington has been trasformed into an image of the past. the entire city looks like it may have been taken out of any renaissance faire, though not many are aware a massive change has occurred. though this is america the city has somehow become the image of medieval europe, with all of its citizens losing their modern clothes and technology and employment.

OOC INFORMATION:

happy fall everyone! we're super excited to go ahead and bring you our eighteenth event! we have done a ren faire mini event in the past, and decided to have some fun making things bigger, and much more complicated for your characters. we're super excited to see what your characters do and how they live in this new environment for a little bit of time. that said, definitely go out there and come up with some crazy ideas, plot, and don't hesitate to get creative with it. obviously this isn't an exact time period or realistic in any way since we're pulling a european fantasy setting and sticking it in america, but the goal is just to have fun with it!

DATES:

october 2nd - october 16th 19th!

this event will last the same time ic and ooc

THE CHANGE:

magic has swept over the city and completely transformed it into an era similar to that of the european medieval/renaissance era. modern washington as everyone knew it is completely gone. this includes technology, clothes, transportation, and anything else you can think of.

what does suddenly exist is medieval fantasy! feel free to get creative with this, but know that it would be easy for characters to find creatures such as dragons, witches, fae, dryads, unicorns and more throughout the city. this could include monster hunters as well, both as a potential job, and something for supernatural characters to have to worry about.

feel free to check out our list of potential fantasy elements you could incorporate into your threads here!

AWARENESS:

characters will keep their awareness status on the taken page! this means that if your character is aware they still remember their past and believe that at some point they arrived in dc in this time period, and that it has been this way the entire time.

most characters will have no idea there was a time shift! they will believe that washington has always been like this, and they’ve been living in this era for the entire time since arriving in washington. this way threads don't just have to be about the surprise of arriving in the new time period, and you can instead have the chance to explore how your characters would be living in this environment.

with that said there can be exceptions! we will allow you to pick up to half of your characters to be completely aware that they have been shifted to this time period overnight! these muses would know that one minute they were in washington and the next day the city had completely changed, with no idea why that isn't common knowledge.

you do not have to meet this cap, and can have the majority of your character unaware that any change has taken place.

JOBS:

we encourage thinking of what your character would have been doing and potentially posting a little blurb about it before the start of the event so everyone knows. there are lots of possible jobs your characters could have taken up, such as being a noble, scribe, blacksmith, court jester, knight, merchant, rat catcher, and much more

feel free to check out a longer list of job ideas here if you need help deciding on something that would be fitting for your character!

HOUSEKEEPING:

please make sure to tag all event threads hwevent18!

nonevent threads will be paused during this time! as it doesn’t make sense to have threads going on in modern washington and the event washington we do ask that all nonevent threads are put on hold until after the event

feel free to kill your characters! though it’s not the focus of this event there are still plenty of dangers, between the fantastic with creatures like dragons around, and more grounded options, such as jousting as a duel. with that being said, as this is not the main intent of the rp you do have to message the main and get confirmation before killing any of your characters! 

please use your best judgement when including time accurate content. obviously we are throwing characters far into the past, and social hierarchies and situations were very different, but characters should not have to worry about time accurate racism, sexism, homophobia, or otherwise in washington. this is all meant to be a fun time and we don't believe that content would be appropriate for our group

of course make sure to review our triggers page any tag any post with content that requires it.

feel free to begin your plotting and starter calls now! we know that you have to figure out situations for your characters with this event so definitely take the time you need to do a plot and starter call if you wish! there will be an event themed meme coming at the start of the event to get some threads going, but you can always draft things ahead of time if you want.

and that's all! if you have any questions don't hesitate to ask either over dms or in the discord, and feel free to get started with plotting and starter calls! finally please make sure to like this once you've read it!

[ticklishraspberries]

Ren Faire (Eddie/Steve)

Summary: Steve, Eddie, and Robin go to a Renaissance Fair and see some interesting demonstrations. (This fic is for my lovely friend @gigglyrambles!! I literally just pulled this whole plot out of my ass and wrote it in one sitting, so I really hope you like it, LOL. Also, shoutout to @wordstrings because I know she has written something similar for Our Flag Means Death, I hope you don't mind me taking inspiration!!)

Steve isn’t sure how he ended up being dragged along to a Renaissance Fair with none other than Robin and Eddie, but he found it hard to say no to either of their puppy dog eyes and incessant begging.

His outfit is simple, consisting of a white, long-sleeved shirt with laces at the neckline, tight brown pants, and brown boots. He feels only a little bit ridiculous, but after seeing what his friends are wearing, he supposes he isn’t the weirdest looking one.

Eddie is decked out in black, an intricately detailed top with ruffles and buttons. A fake sword sits in a holder on his waist. Robin has gone for a more masculine look, a cloak over her shoulders and a bow and arrow in her hand.

“Screw historical accuracy,” she’d said.

“The fact that you’re a girl isn’t the problem, it’s that you couldn’t hit a moving target with an arrow to save your life,” Eddie had teased, and Robin had elbowed him in the ribs, making Steve laugh.

Now that they’ve arrived, Steve has relaxed a bit. He used to feel out of place whenever he attended events that he wouldn’t have been caught dead at in high school. Corroded Coffin concerts, DnD campaigns, and that one time he drove Eddie and Robin to the nearest gay bar in Indiana. It had definitely been more awkward sober, and before he realized that he’s bisexual, and could have totally had more fun if he’d been aware of and okay with that information at the time.

He’s sort of glad he wasn’t, though, because kissing Eddie Munson during a childish game of truth or dare was a much funnier way to have your queer awakening, and dating Eddie Munson is way more fun than hooking up with random guys in a bar.

“They have really good beer here,” Eddie comments, to which Steve holds up his car keys and jingles them. No medieval mead is going to keep him from being the designated driver.

“I can drive us home,” Robin says, absolutely joking, but Steve still gives her a horrified look and makes a show of sliding his keys back into his pocket, patting the denim for safe keeping. She sticks her tongue out at him, and he flicks her cheek.

Eddie does end up getting some beer, and Steve allows himself a few sips. They’ll be here for at least a few hours, he’ll surely sober up by then. He also samples the gigantic turkey leg that Eddie gets, and Robin wrinkles her nose in disgust at the messy nature of the food.

As they walk around, Steve finds himself getting into the spirit more than he had expected. They eat, watch musical performances, and shop at the little stalls set up by various vendors. Eddie buys a few rings for himself, and buys a handmade mug for Uncle Wayne. Robin indulges in candles and soaps, and even dares to see a fortune teller.

“She said that I’ll meet my future husband soon,” she says, giggling. “Clearly she’s a fraud, or she’d know I’m not interested.”

When Robin runs off to find a bathroom, somehow, Eddie and Steve end up standing around a demonstration about medieval punishments and torture, which Steve expects to be gruesome, and quickly finds he would rather hear gritty, gorey details than stand her and watch this happen.

A pretty girl, probably around their age, is locked into a pair of wooden stocks, and—

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Steve mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

Eddie looks absolutely delighted as he leans in close. “What’s wrong, Stevie? The demonstration isn’t bothering you, is it?” he asks. His cheeks are flushed, too. A few months ago, Eddie would probably be the one stuttering and staring at the ground right now, but ever since he introduced this little world to Steve, he’s gained a confidence about it that only comes out when he gets to tease Steve into oblivion.

“Shut up.”

“You shut up, I’m trying to watch. Maybe I can get some pointers from these guys.”

‘These guys’ refers to the two men who have started tickling the girl’s trapped feet, and frantic giggles fill the air and make Steve’s stomach flip.

“Oh, she’s handling this better than you would,” Eddie continues to tease. “I’d already be called every insult under the sun if you couldn’t kick me instead.”

“I will kick you right now,” Steve threatens. It’s a complete lie. He’s frozen to the spot on the grass, torn between watching and focusing on the grass. Everyone else in the crowd is behaving like this is so normal, no big deal, just a silly show.

One of the men has moved behind the girl to tickle her ribs, her arms secured above her head. Steve crosses his arms over his chest, subconsciously protecting his own sensitive spots, like just watching her could tickle him, too.

“You love that spot,” Eddie coos. “You make the cutest sounds when I tickle you there.”

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you,” Steve grits out.

“Sure you will, sweetheart. Can it wait ‘til after I’ve made you cry real pretty for me?”

Just then, Robin appears at his side. “This looks like my worst nightmare,” she says. “I hope this girl is getting paid well.”

Steve makes a noise of agreement, but can’t bring himself to look over. Eddie Munson is going to be the fucking death of him. Thankfully, Robin is immediately bored of the display and drags them off to explore. Eddie subtly gives Steve’s side a quick pinch as he walks past him, and Steve suddenly can’t wait to go home.

***

“You are a fucking menace,” Steve accuses the moment they’ve made it through the door.

His parents aren’t home, Robin was dropped off back at her house, and now, Steve is alone with Eddie for the first time all day, and he refuses to voice how excited he is for whatever Eddie’s got planned.

But Eddie just grins, tugging off the more elaborate pieces of his costume, leaving himself in socks, boxers, and a white t-shirt. He makes his way to the kitchen, comes back with two cans of beer, sits on the couch like he isn’t ignoring the clear tension in the room.

Steve gapes at him for a minute before joining him on the couch, kicking off his boots and taking a beer as well. Maybe Eddie’s changed his mind…Maybe he just isn’t the mood, and Steve isn’t going to pressure him into anything.

But…Well, he has a sneaking suspicion that isn’t the case at all.

“If you’re waiting for me to ask, it’s not gonna happen,” he says.

“Ask for what?” Eddie tilts his head curiously, but there’s a glint in his eye that proves Steve’s theory.

“Nothing,” Steve replies, playing along. “All that talk back there just made me think you had a plan for when we got home. But if you’re not interested, that’s fine too.”

“Did you want me to have a plan?”

Steve huffs. “Maybe. But if you don’t, then let’s forget about it.”

“Oh, c’mon baby,” Eddie says, throwing an arm around Steve’s shoulders and pulling him close. “All you’ve gotta do is ask if you want it so bad.”

His cheeks burn. Stubborn as ever, he shakes his head.

Eddie sighs with exaggerated disappointment. “If you insist. I guess I’ll just keep my hands to myself tonight…”

“Good,” Steve says, and turns the television on.

It takes two beers and a stupid scene in a film to break him. It’s a quick, barely there tickle, but the character’s laugh makes Steve perk up like a dog hearing a doorbell ring.

“Fine,” he says.

“What’s fine?” Eddie asks.

“Just fucking tickle me, you dick.”

Eddie grins and wastes no time, lunging across the couch and pinning Steve to the cushions.

“I knew you’d crack eventually, sweetheart,” he teases. “Sorry we don’t have quite the same set up, but I’ll hold you down real nice, okay?”

Steve is already grinning. He can’t help it, he’s so lovestruck by his boyfriend and desperate to laugh his head off. And laugh he does when Eddie goes straight for his ribs, scratching at the dips between each little bone.

“There’s that pretty sound,” he says, pressing a kiss to Steve’s jaw that is both sweet and ticklish under the current circumstance.

The stupid shirt with the laces is pulled over his head and discarded on the floor, and Eddie pins Steve’s wrists and tells him to stay still before exploring each ticklish spot on his torso, making him shriek and cackle and snort like a fool.

He doesn’t stay still for very long, arms shooting down to his sides when Eddie attacks his belly with blunt fingernails, and Eddie scolds him but doesn’t stop.

As he squirms on the couch, giggling like mad, he wonders if they sell some of those bondage contraptions there. He thinks that they should go back to the Ren Faire sometime. 

[rebrandedbard]

I have returned from Ren Faire!

For doublet pictures and a fun story about myself getting serenaded by The Prince, go ahead and click below!

To begin the real beginning of our adventure, my friend @prosebushpatch and I caught the champion’s joust after lunch. We sat by chance on the side of what I assume to be (based off their swaggering and charmingly unsportsmanlike conduct) the side of The Baddies, Sir Edgeron (who I erroneously thought was called Etteron) and Sir Maxmillian whose horse is named Drax. During the second run, I came up with a short verse for them to cheer in the lull. That’s the first domino that led to this chain of events:

You turn to look and then he’s gone

So swift is our sir Edgeron!

And riding just behind on Drax

None other than our noble Max!

After the round was over and the stadium was empty, my friend and I hit up the AMT so I could get cash to buy a flag. On the way to ask, I sang the little song. A member of staff was sitting on the fence, so I went to them to ask where the flag seller had gone. They and I got to talking while two flags were fetched and another man came up, having heard tell that I was a bard. He and the other staff said that I must, I MUST meet the prince as he would love to meet a man of musical talents such as myself.

The older gentleman of unknown but higher rank led me to where the prince was watching a celtic band and dancing. Before there could be any introductions, however, the prince invited us to join in his dance and he taught up a couple styles of jig. I was wearing a crown at the time and it fell off my head, only to be caught last second by a quick bow. It was most impressive. The prince called me a fellow prince throughout all our interactions thereafter, even when I put away my crown.

I spun him under my arm a couple times. It must be said, he has very comfortable hands. Made to be held, really.

So! At the end of the dance the prince asked if Rose were my fair lady. “Fair is she, and a lady, but mine she is not,” I said. Platonic companions, naturally. And he pulls out a dazzling crown pin to present to her for joining the dance; a pin which he only gives to two people in a day! I was very proud, and a bit envious. But not for very long.

Rose and I left to go kill a bit of time before the next part of the tournament. On my way out, I looked back and saw the prince and older gentleman talking, the older gentleman gesturing forward to myself and my friend. We lost them in the crowd. He's a picture of them just before they got to talking:

Eventually, we wound up in the place the feast was held and it was time for a village dance. The whole royal family was there, who would guess? I danced with the older gentleman from before, delighted to see him, and the princess, in the large circle dance. I got the steps quickly enough but always turned the wrong way on the first spin. Got it in the end though.

After the dance, the prince came through the crowd of dancers to find me, having spotted me and my friend in the circle. He asked if the gossip were true and that I was a bard. I gave him my unofficial title, the bard Galanthus, and he introduced me to the queen, leading me to the sort of staging part of the square so to speak. He then requested a song.

“If my prince commands it.”

“No, not a command. Not required, but I do heartily request.”

So I sang him a song from one of my upcoming stories, Buttercups Are Blue. Oh god, if you could have seen his expression! I had never felt my mouth dry up so quickly. I’m only glad I got through the first verse without stumbling, I was so nervous. He was well-cast: extremely charming, friendly, and handsome. Performing is nothing, but singing alone to him? Nerve wracking.

“I must say, I have never been serenaded quite so well!” (I’m so happy to have gotten that line on video):

And then he turned around, whipped out a tiny lute/mandolin thing the size of a ukelele and sang a song for me in Gaelic, then in English. I swear, I didn’t know what to do with my hands and my face was outside of my control. I’m glad he looked more to the camera in the last verse because I was feeling very red by the end of the second song with all the direct eye contact. I was more than a little infatuated by the end of the first dance—I was completely gone by the time he began to sing.

I was very light-headed after that. He introduced me to the jester to gift us another song, and I don’t remember which of them it was that asked, because both of them said something to the effect—but they asked why I was not among the other entertainers, singing for the crowds. I was invited to be the court bard (after the formality of an audition in August, said very quietly out of character lol).

We returned for the final part of the joust and I just couldn’t help looking up at the prince on the balcony between hits. Oh, I know it’s all pretend, but a prince is a prince is a prince! And I had the loveliest day. Thanks for the song, fair prince!

[edengoesmeow]

hmm, smth to think about

low-key the only times and places I feel comfortable wearing gear and other furry and alterhuman related things is at:

ren faire (a bunch of nerds cosplaying, pretty accepting community)

halloween (a bunch of (mostly kids) cosplaying, it isn't out of the norm for a kid to be dressing up as an animal on halloween)

lgbtq events, like a pride parade (pretty accepting community)

with my gang!! (they love and accept me.)

otherwise I am PETRIFIED to go public gearing <33 (I watched too many "PUBLIC GEARING GONE WRONG" videos istg)

[fightingdragcnswithycu]

closed starter : quigley & isadora ( @drvcxrys ) venue : a random street

quigley walked down the street, spotting a sign above a door and furrowing his brow in bemusement, "has this always been here?" he asked, "i don't remember seeing this last time i walked down this street."

[fightingdragcnswithycu]

"dragons, i have seen. i'm not sure what you mean by technology? do you mean the printing press? that's still around," he paused, "when do you mean by before?"

at his oblivion, kimiko swore she felt a sigh leave her lips.. as she turned the torn piece of paper over to write, "seriously? you haven't seen the dragons? or noticed the lack of technology? -this all wasn't happening before." she held the paper up- for the other to read once more.

[propavampda]

An update, I guess--

At least once a day I think about how glad I am that I don't live in Virginia anymore. 😵‍💫 Or Georgia...

(Long post under here!)

Part of me knows I'm getting old because I miss the simple things back home in Georgia, like the big Live Oak trees and the grocery stores I live nowhere near now. But goddamn I'm glad I escaped when I did. I had hope for the state when it flipped blue, and now it has become an absolute hellhole. The shit going on there scares me. I'm glad my mum is seeing the light, at least. She does still have some sense of right and wrong.

I miss my childhood best friend, too, and the goth friends I met in Macon. I miss the cities and I'm sad that it'll never be the same. I'm sad I won't get to visit my childhood favorite spots in Florida without feeling like it'll be a big issue for no damn reason. All because people are obsessed with genitals.

Virginia isn't nearly that bad, but I'm glad I'm gone from there. My friends all left the job I had because it kept getting worse. I like where I am now. There's people like me and what they do makes sense. My old boss in VA is running things into the ground, just as we predicted.

I don't miss the apartment, though I miss my room and alone time. I can't believe I lived there 4 years. I miss the friends I once had, or at least the fond memories we occasionally shared. I moved in thinking it would be great for friendships and then my perception of one friend of many years almost immediately got shattered, and the other one fucked over the friendship we made by not being there for me like I had been there for them.

I don't miss how they'd fuck with my triggers after I explicitly told them not to and was always careful about theirs, when they made me aware of them. I don't miss the arguments created over stupid shit and the heavy silence that they both created that weighed on the whole apartment.

Word of advice: never room with a couple if you want to keep your sanity, even if you THINK you know one of them. You probably don't.

I also hate that I'm now tethered to them for God knows how long because I signed their fucking student loans bc their partner and parents wouldn't. I didn't want to, but I didn't want them to not be able to go to school. I will be livid if they stop paying and that shit impacts me...

---

Now I've been in Maryland for what, like 9 months now?

I get what people mean... it really does have everything. It's beautiful. You can fuck off into the woods whenever, but go to the city pretty easily too. I'm finding new favorite things all the time. The weather so far is pretty good, too. Driving I'm the snow isn't nearly as bad as I thought--but maybe I've just gotten lucky so far.

MD is surprisingly good with queer stuff. I'm getting to table with my coworkers at one city's pride fest on one weekend, and then the other closest city has their first pride parade ever the next. Hank is actually letting me drag him to his first pride ever and I'm so excited!! If only I had something queer-coded as fuck for him to wear lol.

Speaking of events, I went to a couple protests over the last couple of months. Love that. Get to see one of my fave artists in DC next month and probably going to meet up with my coworkers there lmfao. Aiming to go to the ren faire this year, too. Lots of stuff in store!!

It's so nice being here with Hank. No driving back and forth. Warm cuddles at night and all the kisses we could ask for... not to be gay or whatever. It's so weird, how opposite yet compatible we are. It feels like we've been married for a couple decades, not dating for a couple of years. I'm desperately hoping the US will pivot back and we can get actually married without it being something we worry will randomly get revoked. A handfasting is enough for me, anyhow. We're already dedicated to each other through and through. 😊

Anyway, we're slowly renovating the basement and it's looking better all the time! I have a bit of a crafting space and honestly I'm gonna need some more soon. Started working on a fursuit again a couple months ago and now also really want to start making my own clothes sometime. I could say a lot more about that, but I'll keep it inside (for now).

So... lot of rambling to say that I'm doing better and I'm doing my best. The world is scary and I'm trying to distract myself while also staying aware. It's a tough balance!

[ninjapotatohead]

Sonic Chronicles, a Sonic RPG from Bioware back when they still had a perfect reputation & is the closest we got to a game based on the comics continuity. It got B's & 80%s from various review sites & magazines. What could possibly go wrong?

Oh God it hurts, please make the hurting stop.

Here's 3 quick facts about me: A. I can play Sonic games B. I can play RPG C. I can't play rhythm games to save my life

Which of these 3 facts would you say is the most important to playing a Sonic RPG? Well it turns out the answer is C because every damn attack & spell requires the player to do some Elite Beat Agents bullshit to work. Made worse that the you-did-it-wrong sound effect sounded more like a you-did-it-right SFX to me, so I didn't realize how badly I was screwing up for the longest time.

In fact, the audio top to bottom is just terrible Shadow's "voice" is the falling-down-the-tube SFX from Sonic Spinball. & the music, Hoolee Moolee the music. Apparently Bioware ran into legal issues with their soundtrack in the 11th hour or some other shit & at the last minute replaced most of the tracks with MIDIs from a fan site. The results weren't pretty.

Story is.............ok. To Bioware's credit, they've done some homework & tied previously unconnected threads from multiple past games together to form this game's backstory & this was probably the last time any Sonic game remembered the Master Emerald. However, some of these callbacks don't really amount to much in the long run. OK, so the Dark Brotherhood built the Gizoids from Sonic Battle, what of it? The gizoids in the game might just as well have elite Brotherhood troops for all the difference it makes. If Gemerl from Advance 3 made an appearance they could've gone somewhere with it but he doesn't so nevermind.

Speaking of the Dark Brotherhood, the other disappointment is that this is like the only Sonic game to incorporate elements from the archie comics canon, except not really. Instead of the Dark Legion/Julie Su/Dimitri, SC has the store brand knock-offs Dark Brotherhood/Shade/Ix. It's like getting Kylo Ren instead of Jacen Solo. I hate to imagine a sequel having substitute Freedom Fighters if Bioware kept going.

Dialogue choices seem to be there for the sake of Bioware tradition, not to actually add anything of note. You can either choose from sarcastic Sonic or serious Sonic, but the results the same regardless. This probably would've been a better game to work in a custom player avatar instead of Forces, Bioware at least could've done more with it. Tails is so insufferable about reminding the player to save the game, he continues to do it even after telling him to stop. That's how inconsequential choices are.

Stats are so weirdly implemented. Damage output is not a visible stat, you can equipped items that increase your damage but they don't show by how much. There's an "Attack" stat that you can see, but it actually refers to the attack's accuracy, which I didn't know for the longest time & was hella confused at why I was doing so little damage. You give party members protection from different elemental attacks, but there is no single enemy in the whole game that even deals any sort of elemental damage so the shields are pointless.

In short, it's a game where every facet of it fails. Crap graphics, terrible audio, lousy controls, half-assed gameplay, weak story, & a cliffhanger ending that'll never get resolved thanks to a lawsuit from a dumbass ex-writer. It may not be the worst Sonic game ever but it was the 1 that broke my heart the most.

Though, to be fair, Chronicles also sold like shit. If memory serves me, there were special "Viral" Chao that were supposed to be given out at special events, but they never were due to poor attendance from the players.

Chronicles is only just barely passable as "baby's first RPG", but it's when the game is shown to someone who's played many better RPGs that the game's many glaring flaws are laid bare for all to see.

[fightingdragcnswithycu]

"well, of course. the world doesn't just disappear," quigley said, "but... now that i think about, i don't think i know anyone who has either," he paused, "i've recently been told there are monsters in there, maybe that's why?" he suggested.

"Well, I was only thinking that it has to end somewhere, doesn't it?" Martin's no expert on the geography of America, beyond knowing that at some point there's surely mountains, and then there's plains, and then eventually one would hypothetically reach California and the Pacific Ocean. If this world is structured the same as the modern United States would have been. "But it's a bit odd I haven't met anyone who's actually, you know, gone all the way through and then come back. It's not that I think the forest is cursed or anything," he hastily reassures the other. "It's just. I don't know. It's strange."

[radishaur]

hey! can I request a zuko imagine with prompts 15 and 33 from the make a reader swoon list please??

I love these prompts! I hope you enjoy! For those who haven’t read the prompt list, #15 is “I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me” and #33 is “I think you need to tell me the truth and how you feel towards me”.

- Zoe

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Confessions (Zuko x Reader)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, Minor Angst

Part: 1/1

Summary: See request

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Zuko and I’s relationship had always been...complicated. We met on his ship, one year into his search for the Avatar. He was this lanky 14 year old boy who was barking orders like he owned the place. I was just an old family friend that Uncle Iroh took in after my parents abandoned me.

Zuko insisted my presence on his ship was a burden. That hadn’t started us off on the right foot.

Eventually, we grew to have a very hot and cold dynamic. One moment it would be friendly and pleasant and then the next it was tense and aggressive. We had legendary screaming matches that sent the crew into hiding. Two angry firebenders on the same ship was never a good idea.

But, deep down, I knew he cared. I learned very quickly that Zuko was not a man of words, but of actions. So, it was the little things he did that reminded me not to give up on him. Like when he would bring me dinner to my room after an argument or when he would patch me up after sparring.

Sometimes though, I wished he would just tell me how he felt in words.

Actions can easily be misinterpreted. Is it friendly? Is it romantic? Is it spiteful? What does it mean when I catch him staring? What does it mean when he spends hours talking with me into the night? What does it mean when he threatens anyone who insults my honor?

Two years of asking these questions and I was done. I wanted to know. I wanted him to say it so that I could determine what to do with my own feelings. I had an assumption that he did share my feelings, but it was Zuko. He was incredibly hard to read and I didn’t want to confess until I had proof.

I watched as the man in question continued training on the deck. He had been training practically nonstop since he actually encountered the Avatar. I could barely get a moment alone with him. I huffed before storming off the boat and into town. He barely gave me the time of day anymore, which was just another reason I doubted if I was reading the signs right. I wanted a distraction.

We had docked to gather supplies and I decided to browse the stalls before returning back to the ship. I was browsing through a rack of Fire Nation shirts when I bumped hips with someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” I apologized, turning to face the person.

He was a sweet looking teenage boy who seemed to be from the Earth Kingdom. He had brown hair and fair skin with bright green eyes. He smiled kindly at me.

“It’s no problem. It was my bad,” he said, holding his hand out for a handshake before saying, “My name is Ren.”

I smiled and took his hand in a polite but firm handshake.

“Y/N,” I replied.

We continued talking for a few minutes. I found out that he was the shop owners son. I told him I was sailing with family in the area. Technically, it was a lie but I didn’t want to tell the truth. Usually, people found out you were sailing with the banished Prince of the Fire Nation and his Uncle, the Dragon of the West, and they treated you differently.

I was enjoying our pleasant conversation when I suddenly felt an aggressive hold on my arm. I didn’t have time to move or say anything before Zuko was speaking.

“Sorry, she has to go,” Zuko growled before yanking me back towards the ship.

I looked over my shoulder at Ren and mouthed an apology before turning angrily to Zuko. He was almost back to the ship before I forced him to stop.

“What the hell was that?” I asked, yanking my arm from his grip and crossing my arms over my chest.

“That boy was from the Earth Kingdom! You’re risking your safety by talking to him,” he snapped, waving his hands around indignantly.

“He had no idea who I was. Besides, if anything you coming in and yanking me away was definitely more suspicious than anything I was doing!” I argued, standing my ground against his stupid excuse.

“You shouldn’t even be talking to random strangers anyways! It’s dangerous,” he continued.

“Ugh! Stop being a jealous asshole and let me have a conversation,” I huffed, pointing my finger at him accusingly.

Zuko scoffed but avoided making eye contact with me.

“I am not jealous,” he insisted.

“Really?” I asked, stepping closer to him with an evil smirk, “So you wouldn’t care if I told you I thought he was attractive?”

He stayed silent and simply glared at me. I could tell I was getting him all riled up, but I didn’t care. I was tired of him playing this back and forth game. Now it was my turn to push his limits.

“You wouldn’t mind listening to me talk about how his eyes shone in the light. Or how his hair ruffled in the breeze. Or that I spent a good amount of time during our conversation imagining what it would be like to kiss him?” I egged him on, stepping closer until I was right by his chest.

He was fuming at this point and I could tell his patience was running thin. He had small plumes of smoke billowing from his nose and his hands were clenched by his sides.

“Enough! That has nothing to do with it,” he said through gritted teeth.

I finally stopped instigating him, knowing I had won this one. I got the reaction I wanted. The small tint of red that dusted his cheeks and the back of his neck told me everything I needed to know.

“I’m sure it doesn’t,” I scoffed before adding, “But, if it makes you feel any better, none of what I said was true.”

“What?” he asked, clearly confused and hesitant to assume.

“I just wanted to see if my assumption was right. You are jealous. Which means you like me. Am I right?” I asked, a confident smirk plastered across my face.

His knuckles were now white from how hard he was clenching them. I could see the sparks of fire dancing around them as he glared at me.

“No I don’t! Why would you ask me that?” he spat out angrily.

“I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me. I’ve seen the way you act when someone like Ren even looks at me. I’ve seen the way you act like a nervous blushing teenager around me. I’m asking because you send me so many mixed signals and I’m tired of guessing!” I exclaimed, my voice strained.

“I...,” he began, but trailed off.

His anger was gone and was now replaced with a mix between embarrassment and shock. He shut his mouth and I could tell by the look in his eyes he was debating what to say.

“I like you, Zuko. Despite you being a jealous, hot headed idiot at time, I really like you. Sometimes you’re so sweet and caring, but then out of nowhere you push me away and pick fights with me for no reason. So, forgive me for being tired of trying to read between the lines,” I said, my eyes watering as I came clean about my own feelings towards him before I added quietly, “I think you need to tell me the truth and how you feel towards me. At least so I can start getting over you.”

I didn’t give him time to respond before I was walking past him towards the ship. I could feel his eyes on me as I disappeared inside the ship, but I didn’t have the heart to look back at him. I simply locked myself in my room to go over the events that had just happened.

I had been so sure that he had liked me back, but perhaps I really had misread the signs. Maybe he was just an awkward teenager who didn’t realize what signals he was giving off. Maybe he really did just see me as a burden. Maybe I had been wrong to think he would ever like me.

It was an hour later before I heard a knock on my door. I sighed and got up to open it, expecting it to be Iroh. I had a small smile on my face as I swung open the door that immediately dropped when I saw Zuko instead. My mouth was agape and my eyes widened.

“Zuko! I-“ I began to say, but I was cut off by his lips crashing down on mine.

His lips were warm against my own and I instantly kissed him back. It was soft and passionate, but not aggressive. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and I allowed mine to hang over his shoulders. I only pulled away when I was out of breath.

“I like you a lot. More than you’ll ever know,” he whispered as he rested his forehead on mine.

“Took you long enough,” I giggled, relief rushing over me at the confession.

He kissed me again and again and again and I smiled against his lips. I didn’t leave his arms for a long time afterwards. We spent the better part of a few hours together just enjoying each other presence once again.

Life had never felt more perfect.

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MASTERPOST #2: ONE-SHOTS

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From This Day Forward

A Reylo Medieval AU set during the Norman Conquest. Sequel to "To Have and to Hold."

Rating: E

Summary:  Two years after the events of To Have and To Hold, Ben and Rey settle into their married life.

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Nimble Fingers: An Ode to Ben Solo's Hands

A Reylo modern AU

Rating: E

Summary: Real estate agent Rey is thirsty for her massage therapist.

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We Will Never Be Alone Again

A Reylo Medieval AU

Rating: M

Summary: Two households both… unalike in dignity. In fair Endor where we lay our scene. A pair of star-crossed lovers… do not take their life. But with their marriage bury the familial strife. :)

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Where We Belong

A Reylo College AU

Rating: E

Summary: Engineering student Rey accidentally walks into a figure drawing class… and Ben Solo is the nude model.

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Elementary, My Dear Solo!

A Reylo Victorian AU inspired by Sherlock Holmes

Rating: E

Summary: It was not every day that one fell in love with the detective investigating one’s family for murder, but Benjamin Solo had done just that. Rey Holmes was nothing if not intriguing. He should not be deceived into telling her that he had killed his own father. Or did he?

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Mercy

A Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde AU set in the Victorian era

Rating: E

Summary: Her new husband was part demon, his monstrous form the result of an experiment gone wrong. During the day, he was Dr. Ben Solo, the renowned scientist. But, between the stone walls of Mustafar Hall he was Kylo Ren - the demon that roamed the earth at night during the full moon, refusing to be seen…to be touched. To be loved.

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"it's a tricky skill if you don't know what you're doing. it would be great to have more devices to make it easier. maybe one day," quigley paused, "anyway, don't mind me, rambling about maps once again."

"oh, i'd have volunteered if i thought i'd be any good at measuring angles. but that sort of thing is not my strong suit." as much fun as it sounded to climb mountains to chart courses, she doubted they'd manage to get the angles close enough to correct to be helpful.

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closed starter : charles & harriet ( @devilsmenu ) venue : tavern or shop or honestly anywhere

charles' surprised was clear. his face was plastered with a startled expression as he looked at the other and shrugged, "what? did i do somethin wrong? if i've wronged you in some way, i don't know how."