#Faster Purple Worm! Kill! Kill!

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Matthew Lillard and Bill Rehor Talk ‘Faster, Purple Worm! Kill! Kill!’

NOC Interview: Matthew Lillard and Bill Rehor Talk ‘Faster, Purple Worm! Kill! Kill!’ @MatthewLillard @BeadleAndGrimms @AmazonFreevee @plex @Wizards_DnD #FasterPurpleWormKillKill

Matthew Lillard and Bill Rehor, two of the co-founders of Beadle and Grimm’s, are launching Faster, Purple Worm! Kill! Kill! on the new Dungeons and Dragons Adventures streaming channel on Freevee and Plex. The liveplay comedy series will have a two-episode two-hour premiere on November 16 at 9 PM ET and PT. Continue reading Untitled

[polkadotjohnson]

David Dastmalchian in Faster, Purple Worm! Kill! Kill!

[brainrockets]

Sometimes a family is two barbarian wives and their creepy twin nieces they have to repeatedly stop from licking the abyss.

[krystinaarielle]

An all new episode of Faster Purple Worm is coming!!! Join me, DM @ifynwadiwe @matthewlillard @malblum and @kelencoleman for what some people (me) are calling a fun, yet emotionally profound game of Dungeons and Dragons. It premieres this Thursday at 9p PST and 9p EST, and repeats on Saturday. Will you be watching?

The Dungeons & Dragons Adventures channel is now live on Freevee and Plex. Prior episodes are now available VOD on Plex!!!

@beadleandgrimms @crashyourplane @matthewlillard

[thefandomentals]

Death may be the end, but that doesn't mean you can't have some fun with it. We sat down with @beadleandgrimms to learn all about Faster, Purple Worm! Everybody Dies, Vol. 1, their lethal new D&D adventure anthology currently on Kickstarter.

[wardensantoineandevka]

suddenly feeling real great about my choice of title for bingo this week

[heidiamalia]

lol in light of the recent derangement in certain tags, I just wanted to mention that deborah ann woll is gonna be in a new dnd show on freevee starting thursday and I'm really proud of her

[wanderingsquirrelgirl]

did they make FPWKK live-only to reduce the number of viewers of their otherwise very-cool-seeming D&D show? i'm truly confused about why i can't watch this on my own schedule.

i'm old enough to remember cable tv, yall, and it sucked. i NEVER missed it. why the fuck is this happening in the golden era of streaming television?

[math-rocks-and-lizard-bats]

Rewatching Aabria and Saige’s episode of FPWKK, and as someone who had a midwestern girlfriend at one point o my gods they have it on point and it makes me giggle

[themarionette-theporcelaindoll]

Dnd <- Matthew Lillard, Michael Irby, and Anjali Bhimani are doing a little dungeons and dragons tonight if anyone wants to tune in (it's free)

[bisexualautism]

My roommate and I happened upon faster purple worm kill kill and it seems fun!!! Rip to all these people though

[blu-for-a-day]

MATTHEW LILLARD DND SHOW TODAY DOFHEDJXBEODUDBR

[phantoms-lair]

Hero's Spirit: A Vision of Nightshade

All For One did not reach the age of over 200 by not listening to his medical professionals.

He was still looking for a faster way to regain his full vision, but until then the Doctor had recommended him using a cyberpathy quirk to look through security cameras and such, so he wouldn't be out of practice with light levels, colors, and shape recognition.

He didn't enjoy it, because he disliked having his consciousness out of his body (at least unless it was going to be a permanent transfer). But he recognized the value of the Doctor's orders and did a few short bursts a day.

During one of these he noticed Tomura's little rival, Midoriya. (He would allow it until All Might finally chose a successor, then he'd encourage Tomura to switch over.) Midoriya was talking to a young woman on the sidewalk he seemed to know, who was speaking to him fondly. Maybe she had been his baby sitter when younger, or a neighbor? He focused the camera in on her.

She was beautiful, with long dark hair and purple eyes and lips that made a stark contract over pale skin. All For One felt his pulse quicken through his weak connection to his body as his heart pounded in his chest. His mouth when dry and his palms began to sweat. What was this feeling? It had been so long since he felt it? Ah, right. Abject Terror.

He slammed back in to his body and immediately opened the communication like to the League of Villain's current hideout.

"Shigeraki Tomura you will immediately cease any activity targeting Midoriya and any focusing one UA class 1A that might involve him." Tomura, predictably, did not like this announcement. "No! You said I could destroy the things I hate! And I HATE him."

"Tomura if you continue this vendetta we will both die."

"This is stupid! I'm not afraid of All Might-" "Nor am I. He is a pathetic worm that will one day die at your hand. But Midoriya is under the protection of Nightshade." Fear shone in speaking her name.

"Never heard of a hero by that name." Tomura began scratching at his neck.

"Not a hero, no." Kurogiri tilted his head in thought. "Was Nightshade not the name of the first villain?"

"It was. It is. I knew her well, as we had been allies for a time. She didn't seek power, but wielded it effortlessly. Personal power, power over others. She had amassed an army of those with powerful quirks even at the dawn of them and laid waste to the United States. She had been fond of the first hero, you see, though he was never credited as such. And the American Government not only killed him, they covered up all he had done, to ensure he was forgotten and their mistake never came to light. She crippled the country which at the time boasted the strongest military force in the world." "But she was stopped. I mean, America's still a country."

All For One shook his head. "No. She stopped when anyone even tangentially involved in the decision and those who defended them were dead. No quirk affected her, and he quirk could not be stolen. She is an untouchable wildcard who will slaughter thousands to make her point. She has chosen Midoriya as hers. Do Not Touch Midoriya Again!"

[brainrockets]

Matching great axes named butter and biscuit?? Why are you so cute!?

[operationcoverup]

Matt and Skeet being platonic soulmates for @sharpth1ng

From this article:

[charmstwit]

Sirus vs Regulus duel lets fucking goooo

Before secondary genders return:

“Can you please just focus for ten seconds?” Regulus demands.

“I’m focused,” Sirius sniffs. “I’m focused on your terrible face.”

“I look like you, Sirius,” Regulus snaps.

“I don’t look anything like that,” Sirius says, gesturing to Regulus’s face. “Think we’ve got different fathers, really.”

“A garden worm for a father would explain your stupidity,” Regulus says.

“Second cousins for parents would explain yours,” Sirius says. 

Regulus laughs, and Sirius grins, and for a moment they both forget what they’re meant to be doing. 

Regulus remembers first, of course. He draws his wand. “Get back on task. I have to perfect this curse or Slughorn will write home to Mother.”

Sirius huffs. “You and I both know your form is already better than his ever will be.”

“Yes, and you and I both know he isn’t comparing me to himself, he’s comparing me to Mother’s standard and looking for ways to say I don’t meet it because it gives him an excuse to write her,” Regulus says.

“Do you think he’s hot for Mother?” Sirius asks.

Regulus frowns deeply. “Is that possible?”

“To be attracted to women? Yes, James has done it,” Sirius says.

“No, to be attracted to Mother,” Regulus says.

“Well Father isn’t, but he must’ve been. Twice, at least.” Sirius looks meaningfully at Regulus and then gestures at himself. Regulus scrunches his face up. 

“Can we please just duel? I’d rather you curse me than talk about our parents enacting coitus,” Regulus says. 

Sirius shrugs. “Confrigo!” He shouts, and a jet of fire shoots from the tip of his wand. Regulus dodges it, of course; he’s fast on his feet, and that’s his advantage between them. Sirius doesn’t have time to cast again before Regulus’s freezing curse comes firing back at him. He feels the cold first, and leaps to the side. The curse hits the brick wall behind him, a layer of ice spreading over it quickly. 

The room lights up with purple light as Sirius shouts “Incutio!” The percussive wave of it bowls Regulus over, but a moment later he’s back on his feet, looking rumpled, which is dangerous. Regulus hates being rumpled. It makes him twice as vicious.

Sirius’s instincts prove correct when Regulus growls out “Vasto!” Sirius has to dive to avoid that one, taking shelter behind a suit of armor, which spares him the worst of Regulus’s curse. The wall behind him crumples into dust.

“Prick!” Sirius says.

“You wrinkled my shirt,” Regulus complains. 

“You don’t have to kill me for it,” Sirius says. 

“I haven’t killed you yet, you dramatic bowtruckle,” Regulus says. “You knew the curse I was practicing. Now get out here and duel me.”

Sirius grabs the suit of armor’s gauntlet and chucks it at Regulus. Regulus shouts, and Sirius uses the distraction to gain his feet and cast Expelliarmus, sending Regulus’s wand flying.

Regulus dives at it, but Sirius is faster. “Praeligo!” Sirius calls, and Regulus gives a squawk as ropes fly from Sirius’s wand, binding him tightly.

Sirius crouches down beside him, plucking Regulus’s wand up and mussing his hair. “I win.”

“You’re incorrigible,” Regulus grumbles.

“Your Vasto was excellent. Even Slughorn won’t be able to bitch about it,” Sirius says. 

Regulus looks up at him, a hint of nerves in his eyes. “You’re sure?”

“Positive. Mother will be pleased,” Sirius says. 

Regulus relaxes into his bindings. “Alright. Now untie me.”

“Absolutely not,” Sirius says. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the funny contraption he stole from Remus–Moony called it a Sharpie, and Sirius isn’t sure what kind of magic it has, but it makes thicker, bolder lines than any quill Sirius has ever seen. He pulls the cap off and pushes Regulus’s head back. “Hold still. I’m claiming my prize.”

“What is that? That smells awful. What are you doing!” Regulus shrieks, squirming wildly.

“Drawing a dick on your head,” Sirius says. “Obviously. I won the duel.”

“Sirius! Don’t you dare! Sirius! Sirius!”

“Victor, spoils, dick on your head,” Sirius explains patiently. “Now quit wiggling or I’ll add an arse on your chin.”  

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After secondary genders return:

“Really, you want to duel?” Regulus huffs. He unhooks his cloak and hands it to Kingsley. He looks amused, and Regulus wonders if Kingsley thinks he’ll win. Probably. Kingsley always has more faith in him than he does himself. 

“Yes,” Sirius says, already down to shirt sleeves. He unbuttons the cuffs and begins rolling them up. “It’s good for you to get your arse handed to you.” 

Regulus scoffs. He doesn’t roll up his sleeves. It's uncouth, undignified. Typical that Sirius would do it, revealing his arms and the way the muscles pull and relax as he moves. Ridiculous. Regulus would never. Besides, he doesn’t need it. “You think you can best me?”

“I know I can,” Sirius says. His wand is in his hand, his fingers flexing around it, testing his grip. “Or have you forgotten the number of times I beat you already?” 

Regulus crosses his arms behind his back, wand in hand. He starts pacing, circling around Sirius who matches his strides. It’s an old dance, and they’ve long known the steps. “I haven’t forgotten, but there is something you are forgetting.”

“What’s that?” Sirius asks. His fingers twitch on his wand, and Regulus throws up a shield before the hex is halfway to him. The corner of Sirius’s lip lifts in amusement. 

Regulus smiles in return, a lift to his eyebrow a challenge. “You’ve forgotten that I’m the Patriarch now.” Before he finishes speaking, he shoots a hex toward Sirius, and the duel begins. 

It moves fast, the colors of the spells flashing across the space between them, met time and again by shield. Regulus feels alive, with the burn in his legs and the sharp sting of short breath in his lungs as he feints from Sirius’s spell just in time. 

“You've gotten quicker,” Sirius says, sounding just as out of breath. He pauses, casting a shimmery protective bubble around himself as he pulls his hair up into a knot at the top of his head. Regulus could take him now, since the duel isn't really paused, but Regulus can see the shimmer of sweat on his neck and a single strand of hair that sticks to his skin and– well, he'll let Sirius have a break. It's fine. 

“Perhaps you've gotten slower, old man,” Regulus says. 

Sirius scoffs, and he fires off a hex as he brings his hands down from his hair. Regulus isn't fast enough, and the tickling hex lands before his shield goes up. 

“You–ha, ha!–wanker,” Regulus says, trying to ignore the feeling. “I wasn't–wasn't ready!” 

“Why not?” Sirius says. “Didn't Mother teach you better than that, little brother?” 

Regulus breaks the hex with a growl, and his wand flashes as he flings spells at Sirius. Sirius deflects them easily. “Come on, Reggie, is that all you got?” 

“Little Prince,” Kingsley says, his voice half-singing. 

“Yes?” Regulus says as he fires off two more curses at Sirius. 

“Are you holding back, darling?” 

“Obviously,” Regulus says. 

“What!” Sirius says. “Why the fuck would you do that?” 

“It hardly seems fair to unleash on you,” Regulus says. 

“Fuck off,” Sirius says. “You just want an excuse when I win.” 

“Little Prince, I think it’s time to show him what you can do.” 

Regulus inhales, flexing his shoulders and back, and reaches deep for that extra magic connected to the seal on his arm. He releases it, inhaling again as it fills him, warm in his veins. 

Regulus holds his hand out and cracks the shield in front of Sirius. His brother’s eyes go wide as it visibly shatters to pieces. Sirius tries to recast it, but the spell won't take. 

Regulus sends a few lazy hexes at him, which Sirius easily deflects. Then, he sends a series of spells so quick that Sirius cannot possibly avoid. the first that hits him is a tickling hex, followed by one that locks his arms to his side, and another that sticks his feet to the ground. 

Sirius laughs, unable to stop, and his wand clatters to the floor. “S-st-stop!”

Regulus approaches him, canceling the tickling hex when he’s right in front of Sirius. “Are you done?” Regulus asks. 

“Yes, fine,” Sirius says. 

“Say I’m the best,” Regulus says.

“Absolutely not.” 

“You have to say it or I won’t let you go,” Regulus says. 

“I’ll get free eventually,” Sirius huffs.

Regulus flicks his wand and hits him with a tickling hex again, right in the ribs. Sirius laughs uncontrollably. “Say I’m the best.”

“Yo-you’re the best.”

Regulus taps his chin thoughtfully. “Say I’m your favorite brother.” 

“You-’re my– only brother,” he chokes out between giggles.

“Say I’m your favorite brother and that you looooove me.” 

“Ugh!” Sirius groans. “You’re m-m’favorite and I love you!” 

Regulus cancels the tickling hex again. “Do you want me to let you go?”

Sirius huffs again. “Yes.” 

Regulus grabs him by the jaw, turning his head up. “Say you owe me and you’ll do anything I want.” 

Sirius’s eyes turn dark, and there’s suddenly cinnamon scented arousal surrounding them. Sirius swallows hard, and Regulus feels the motion beneath his arm. “Anything you want.” 

For a moment, Regulus thinks about kissing him. It would be easy. He could just lean in, just press their lips together. He could just… 

Regulus takes two big steps back toward Kingsley, flicking his wand to cancel the charms holding Sirius in place. He doesn’t look back when he says, “Good. I’ll collect later.”