#I almost made it a roleplay where he was in jail and you were his jailer but I thought that would hit too close to home for him lol

[anxiousbabybird]

Here for some selfship shenanigans 🙂‍↕️ I love kazutora so what are we getting up to

You and Kazutora are partaking in some fun and silly roleplay tonight! He’s pretending he’s an electrician that’s coming to fix your lightbulb but the whole thing ends up so silly that you guys give up on the ruse halfway though and you have fun, silly sex that has both of you giggling between moans the rest of the night. The funny part is he broke your light fixture fucking around with it and he had to call you a real electrician the next day 😂

[absolutepokemontrash]

The Demon Bros Play DND!

Who’s ready for some Stupid Headcanons?

So, the Satanic Panic of the 1980s claimed that the tabletop RPG known as Dungeons and Dragons had the power to turn your children into satanists and devil worshippers. So of course, the brothers have totally played DND after hearing about all the human world nonsense.

Lucifer the Back-up Back-up DM

He’s too busy to play this game dammit, stop inviting him! What do you mean both Satan and Simeon can’t DM the one-shot? Ugh... fine.

Despite all his UUUUUUUUGGGGHHH, Lucifer is a damn good storyteller, prepare to be immersed as hell.

Also, sorry guys, he’s a rule whore. If something’s against the rules, YOU AREN’T DOING IT.

He’s also a complete sadist who will randomly get everyone to roll perception checks for NO REASON.

Lucifer has definitely stood up and slammed his hands on the table while giving a description for extra effect, Mammon screamed and nearly fell out of his seat which REALLY ruined the mood.

“Everyone, we’re rescheduling, I’m too busy.”

He’s been a player a few times, and he’s NOT good at it. All his characters end up being really generic and boring. He’s better at being the world and everything in it, not the dummy wandering around it.

Human/fighter lookin’ motherfucker

In conclusion, he’s a good DM, but he’s probably too busy to play.

Over-Powered Self Insert (Mammon)

This game is for nerds! He’s not playin’, Levi!

Fine, his character is great and amazin’ and is also him. MC! What do these numbers mean-

Mammon’s the type of player to make his character a self insert and not take it too seriously, then get really REALLY attached as the campaign progresses.

He’s the type not to make a backstory for his character either, so go wild DM MCs!

He also both purposefully and accidentally metagames a whole bunch. Like dude, YOU know this, YOUR CHARACTER DOES NOT.

Shit he forgot his dice, can he borrow some?

“Okay MC, that’s five points of piercing damage.” “I RUN OVER AND HEAL THEM! I’LL SAVE YA MC!”

Mammon goes out of his way to save MC’s character long before it would make sense in-character to do so.

“Well, as your first man it’s my duty to save your character! You’ll probably be a blubberin’ mess if I didn’t...”

He’s not the best role player, but he’s also not the worst at it either. He tends to break character when things get too serious and he doesn’t know what to do.

Notes who? He came in here with one sheet of printer paper and it’s for doodling only.

He and Asmodeus start the tavern brawls. No question about that.

Theft is very common, he’s stealing from everyone, including but not limited to: the party, the royal guards, the dead enemies, the giant fuck-you dragon that Satan dropped in there to deter Mammon from stealing...

“I’m gonna steal that crown from the dragon.” “Roll stealth.” “Nat 20 BITCHES.” “Fuck you.”

If his character dies, may the Demon King have mercy on his greedy little soul because he’s going to mope about it for a damn long time.

Over-Powered Self Insert Again (Leviathan)

His character totally isn’t a self insert, shut up! He just looks and acts like an idealized version of himself!

He’s the one with twenty pages of character info and backstory AND the amazing commissioned art.

Levi has about 40 sets of expensive blue dice that he claims gives him the best rolls but an average session with him usually leads to roughly 10 crit fails.

While his luck with dice isn’t that good, he’s the player who will get as much out of their turn as possible, AKA break out the calculators and notes we’re doing some math.

His turn goes on for at least ten minutes because of all the shit he’s doing. When you finally think it’s over he goes “I still have my movement!”

Takes notes like a madman, every bit of lore and character info is being written down, meaning it’s a headache for everyone involved if there’s a continuity error because Levi WILL point it out.

“So you all head to the east, the great Valley of-” “Hang on, valley? In the second session you said there was a mountainous area to the east.” “Levi, shut up.”

Levi is the self appointed “guys come on let’s get back on track!” player, and whoever’s DMing is grateful to have him.

Levi is kind of the opposite of Mammon in terms of character seriousness, at first he’s taking everything super seriously and then as the campaign goes on he slowly loosens up and has some fun.

Out of curiosity one day he searches up a magical girl DND class and he’s ALL OVER IT. PLEASE LET HIM BE A MAGICAL GIRL NEXT CAMPAIGN-

Damn good at roleplaying, he’s carrying the entire in-character discussion until everyone else gets into it.

The Done With Your Bullshit DM (Satan)

So, this is the game that’s supposedly summoning him all the time despite the fact that he hadn’t been up to the human world since the 50s... what the fuck is everyone on up there?

It was the 80s, probably a lot of drugs.

When Satan DMs, you can only break the rules if it enhances the story... or if it fucks with Lucifer’s really boring character.

He will fudge dice rolls every once and a while, he also gets very attached to the characters everyone has made so he doesn’t want to perma-kill any of them unless they roll a DND quadruple natural 1 sin or something.

As attached as he gets, he isn’t above completely raging, killing everyone’s characters, and ending the session if everyone’s being annoying.

Don’t worry, your characters will be safe and sound next session once everything calms down... just don’t mention how Satan burned your character sheet right in front of you. It’s your fault if you didn’t make a second copy of your character sheet!

He’s pretty decent when it comes to improv when a player stumbles into something he didn’t plan out, but that’s not going to stop him from getting a little annoyed.

Though, if you somehow manage to get to the big bad too soon... yeah sorry, he’s got a way more dramatic fight scene planned, your player’s getting conveniently blasted out of there.

As a player, Satan is pretty decent at the game overall, but he tends to be a little aggressive if there’s an overarching mystery to be solved.

He needs to understand what’s going on! He doesn’t care if it upends the plot or it’s too early to find out! He needs to know!

His character is actually distinct and different from himself, Satan thinks it’s more interesting that way. All the books he’s read have made him a pretty awesome role player!

Satan’s notebook both as a DM and a player is filled to the brim, no detail is too insignificant to be put on the page.

Satan doesn’t fear dungeon puzzles... dungeon puzzles fear Satan.

“Are you all stupid?! This puzzle is so easy a four year old could solve it!”

I ROLL TO SEDUCE- (Asmodeus)

At first he didn’t want to play, he doesn’t play these kinds of games, sweetie. He’s too pretty.

When he’s finally convinced he puts a decent amount of effort into his character, but leaves the backstory pretty open.

Asmo would probably be the bard... right? No. He’s the warlock with the magic sugar daddy patron, and the warlock patron is spoken to as such.

“Hey baby... how’ve you been? Have I been good~?” “...”

Huh! Who woulda thought that all the bedroom roleplaying would transfer so well to DND!

Simeon is the only DM that doesn’t immediately shut this down, so Asmo will be extra inclined to play if Mr. Nice Shoulders is DMing.

When he gets really into it he buys a bunch of sparkly and very pretty dice, they bring him good luck in every roll!

Asmo has a fictional harem, no question about it. It gets to the point where Satan, Lucifer, and Simeon stop describing NPCs as attractive.

He’s rolling to seduce either way, he’s turned many an antagonist into a lover. To be fair, Asmo’s horniness has gotten everyone out of a lot of jail cells... so they can’t complain.

His notes consist of really random comments about the plot and the other players. It’s also COATED with doodles.

‘Wow, this character is such an asshole, I hope Belphie kills them.’ ‘Shit.’ ‘MC looks so cute when they play their character!!!!!!!! :D’

Poor bab forgets the rules a lot... it’s just too much to remember, okay?! How was he supposed to know that he ran out of spell slots an hour ago?!

Please help him, MC...

*Dice Cronch* (Beel)

Homeboy has been given edible dice, no question. He has also eaten the non-edible dice...

Beel goes to Satan for help with making his character, and he ends up really loving the character! :D

Problem is, he’s not that good at roleplaying... D:

“Can my character eat that person?” “Beel, no- you know what? Let me check what you’d need to roll to do that.”

I’ll save you MC part 2 electric boogaloo, but when it comes to Beel, the entire party is getting protected, no matter how little it makes sense in-character.

While Beel does take notes, a lot of them don’t end up being very important for later events. For example, he’ll jot down stuff about the layout in one room, but it turns out he didn’t take notes for the room that was actually going to be used for a boss fight.

He’s always nice to the NPCs, shame Belphie doesn’t show them the same courtesy.

Murder Hobo (Belphie)

Chaotic evil.

“Belphie, your character’s alignment is neutral good, remember?” “Fuck that, this guy’s annoying me.”

If Belphie doesn’t like an NPC, it’s up to the rest of the party to stop him from derailing the campaign and killing them.

He has space themed dice because cow-man likes space and thought they were pretty.

Notes? NOTES? You think Belphegor, the Avatar of SLOTH, takes notes? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-

He’s drooling all over the notebook... ew. Someone wake him up and tell him it’s his turn.

He puts about 35% effort forth to make a halfway decent character, and approximately 4% effort to actually roleplay.

Belphie sleeps through important plot details so he’s almost always really confused. He’ll turn to MC and ask them to explain what he missed before not learning his lesson and going back to sleep.

Wake him up for the dungeon puzzles though, he and Satan love those.

“Okay, we can’t see what’s in the room because none of the conscious party members have dark vision?” “Nope, what do you do?” “...I shove Mammon inside and shut the door.” “WHAT?!”

Bonus! The Best DM (Simeon)

Our favourite angel has homebrewed this entire campaign and boy fricken howdy are these players going to enjoy it.

Simeon fudges the dice rolls to avoid anything too irreversibly bad happening, buuuuuuut he’s still a total asshole who does the random perception rolls to keep everyone on their toes.

Everyone gets a character arc god dammit, even if they don’t have a backstory, one will be provided!

He’s got a map, he’s got miniatures, he’s got dice and backup dice for the backup dice, he’s got DM notes for days!

Simeon could be a voice actor with the amount of character voices he can do, no one ever gets confused with who’s talking.

Did someone just uncover a massive bit of plot that was meant to be found out later? Good job! No harm done! Simeon’s DM improv is second to none, and the plot will adjust accordingly!

[stellocchia]

So, I once made a post about c!Tommy and c!Dream’s relationship throughout season 1 (which you can find here), but today I was thinking, why not do the same for the Exile Arc?

There are some people that still don’t seem to have a comprehensive idea of what actually went down during that time (either because they joined the fandom afterwards or haven’t watched it at the time) so I’ll try to do that here. I’ll cover the first 2 streams here, and then continue in the next part because this is gonna be way too damn long otherwise...

As always I’ll be talking only about the characters and the roleplay from here on out and also I’ll be touching on some very heavy topics under the cut (such as gaslighting and abuse). Also this is gonna be another one of my Overly Long Analysis, so... you know... be warned of that.

I’ll be going through this vod by vod, so It will be so long... God why do I always do this to myself?

Let’s start with TommyInnit Is Exiled From The Dream SMP... which is the vod when Tommy actually get’s exiled.

So, the exile scene per se has been covered a 100 times over, but, right after Tubbo asking Dream to “please detain and excort Tommy out of my country” Dream yeets Tommy off the walls and then he immediately establishes the general idea of how it’ll be in exile: “I don’t think you wanna die Tommy. You need to- to listen to me”.

Also it is to be noted that in this “exile” time and time again Dream establishes arbitrary rules that were most certanly not meant in the initial sentence (which is why it’s much more of a kidnapping then an actual exile). Starting from before they even leave L’Manburg completely. In fact when they are still in the vc with the others and still just down from the obsidian walls, Tommy and Dream have this exchange:

“Do I have any time to speak words? What can...” “NO. NO. NO. NO!” “what the...” 

And then right after (just after leaving the vc):

“Do you have food?” “Yeah...” “Good, we’ll be going a long while still” “Am I not allowed- well surely- surely I’m only exiled from L’Manburg-” “Oh, no no no. You’re exiled from everywhere that’s been touched”

The sentence was only for him to be exiled from L’Manburg. Dream theoretically only had authority over the Greater Dream smp in any case, so how come immediately Tommy’s “sentence” becomes being exiled from “everywhere that has been touched”? What authority did Dream have to exile him from the Badlands? Or the Holy Grounds (considering those are widely considered neutral)?

This is from right after Ghostbur joins them:

“Well, I don’t- I don’t have to come with you” “Well, I mean, I’ll kill you” (...) "I don’t have to follow you! I don’t-” “Tommy! Then I’ll just kill you. What happens if I kill you?” “I die...”

Again, technically Tubbo only asked Dream to escort Tommy out of his country, not all the way to his place of exile. Tommy here is right, he is exiled, he is not supposed to have a jailor going with him, he is not supposed to be imprisoned. All he supposedly had to do was get off the lands he wasn’t allowed into and then he’d be good. Of course Dream’s plans were different there.

Also the trend of constantly undermining anything Tommy is feeling at any given moment sure doesn’t stop with the Exile Arc! 

“No, no! I don’t want to head anywhere! I wanna to go back! I wanna go back!” “Fine fine, we’ll head this way then. It’s fine, this is fine” “I don’t wanna go!” “Tommy come on...”

Honorable mention to Dream talking about the first time he exiled Tommy:

“Do you remember- this is actually funny! Do you remember the first time you ever joined the server? And uhm... you got exiled? By me?” “Yeah?” “It’s kinda like that, except now if you don’t listen you die”

And the conditioning begins all the way here, with Dream trying to decide Tommy’s emotions for him:

“Oh... I hate you” “*laughs* Okay Tommy, you don’t hate me” “No, no I definitely do” “Noooo, you don’t hate me”

Cue Dream just blowing up Tommy’s second Summer Home after he explained that it was supposed to be a safe haven for him and Tubbo. Also note that Dream is already getting rid of any mob attacking Tommy even if at this point he still had armour and weapons to defend himself. I talked about this before, but Dream does seem to want Tommy to be as dependent on him as he is on Tommy, which is why during exile he made him dependent on him for protection/safety and company and in prison for food. Also Ghostbur going: “I don’t think this man is very nice...”, thank you Ghostbur, I wish you could remember that, but you’re trying your best and I appreciate it...

“How long is- how long am I exiled for? When can I just go back?” “You can’t (...) if you go back you die”

Again, not Dream’s decision to make. Tubbo was the one exiling Tommy meaning that, if Tubbo actually had the decision power in that istance, Tubbo was the one who should have decided when he could come back. Also, again reiterating the point from before:

“I thought I was only banished from L’Manburg, that was the deal, not the entirety of the smp-” “Oh no. No you’re banished far enough where they don’t see you”

Also, a little look into Tommy’s mentality here:

“Tubbo said he wasn’t thinking with emotion, but with reason, but: what the fuck is the point if there isn’t any- any emotion?!”

This is honestly why he is Dream’s exact opposite and probably why he finds him fun, while Tubbo is irrelevant to him. Tommy thinks emotions should always be taken into account when making decisions and he values sentimentality over everything. Dream is the opposite, to him emotions are irrelevant and sentimentality is a weakness. Tubbo is a bit of both, which makes his clash of ideologies with Dream a lot less evident. 

Anyway, they get to the island and Dream builds Tommy a dirt shack for him to set his spawn into. And then there is the first istance of Dream taking all of Tommy’s stuff (building blocks and food included) and blowing it up. Which, again, is in no way an actual exile condition. Tommy is in jail basically. He got kidnapped and now he is in jail. Also right after that Dream gives them food and obsidian (of course acting like he is doing them a big favour, when he actually just created that need), which Tommy bromptly refuses, later burning the obsidian.

Also Dream’s parting words here are: “I’ll see you never”. Which couldn’t be less true! There is quite a bit more after that, of Tommy and Ghostbur settling in, finding a ruined portal with some armour and the village nearby and Techno visiting, but this is about c!Dream and c!Tommy and it’s already incredibly long as is, so maybe I’ll talk about everything else another time...

Onto the next one: Tommy Is Alone in Exile with Dream...

This stream starts off with Bad visiting Tommy to give him a few presents (which consist of Chirp, 2 diamonds, an enderchest, and almost dead diamond pick with silk touch, some coocked chicken some bones and a few stacks of oak wood logs). Also Tommy sees Logsteshire for the first time. Then Dream arrives and he is not happy about the present (something something, having other people giving Tommy useful stuff would make him less reliant on Dream). Also Bad seems to be slightly scared of Dream since he immediately tells Tommy that he should not say that any of the stuff he gave him was from him. Anyway, Dream destroys everything, but Tommy, with Bad’s help, manages to save Chirp. Here’s their exchange in this scene of course:

“Tommy?” “Yes! Yes?!” “Do you have uh... something you wanna put on the floor here?” “Yes *throws in 3 red concrete blocks*” “Anything else Tommy?” “No! You’re evil by the way, you’re an evil man-” “Come on... I know there is something else you wanna drop down here...” “No there-... *gives disk to Bad* I don’t reckon there is!” “Okay are you sure...?” “Yes!” “Alright... how about uh- how about your armour Tommy?” “No this is- I actually earned this myself” “I know you did! Just drop it in the hole Tommy” “No, no! You can’t just come and demand things from me! I’ve been exiled, I’ve done your shit! What- what do you mean-” “Tommy~” “What?” *Dream hits Tommy with an enchanted netherite axe* “Drop them down~” “Hooooo okay okay okay!”

So, in case anyone was wondering, physical abuse is there as well. And this is fully depicted as physical abuse. Like, normally, with this being Minecraft, it is implied that violence is generally inconsequential, here though c!Tommy reacts to it clearly in pain and shock. There is no doubt there. 

Sapnap arrives at this point as well. After that Dream makes it a point that Tommy cannot have the enderchast that Bad gave him because you can never have enough random arbitrary rules when kidnapping someone apparently! 

“Why are you here? Why are you here? What- what could you- what could you possibly want more from me? You’ve tortured me-” “I’m just! I’m just... keeping an eye on you Tommy” 

I’ve highlighted this because, considering the last time Dream was there he said he would never see Tommy again, Tommy’s confusion here is more then understandable. But of course Dream acts like it’s obvious that he would be there and that it’s necessary to make sure that Tommy is not “up to no good”. Also, another extremely important exchange: 

“You’ve exiled me you stupid manipulative green bastard!” “Yeah I know! I know! And you know why I did that” “Yes? Yes?” “No, you know why” “Why?” “Because you don’t listen to me ever. You’re the only person who doesn’t ever listen to me (...) listen, you are like a little annoying bug in my room and it pisses me off so I take you and I put you outside and that’s what I did. And now I’m just making sure that you stay outside”

So... the bullshit about this being about George’s house is out of the window by the first proper exile stream. Also Dream goes in the ever increasing list of villains who, if annoyed enough, will reveal all their evil plans to the protagonist. Like Tommy screaches enough and Dream will immediately go in evil monologuing mode...

“So what do you actually want from me then?” “Well nothing, I’m just here to talk to you. Tommy, we’re still friends ok? Just because I exiled you doesn’t mean we’re not friends-” “Just because I killed your friends and family doesn’t mean we can’t be bros...” “Well, it’s true!”

Ok so, it’s confirmed that Dream would still go on with this “friendship” facade even if he killed Tubbo or Wilbur then. Also:

*Tommy sees a creeper* then in the most monotone tone ever: “Help me” Dream sprinting from the other side of the cave: “TOMMY!”. I love this scene and I love this two dumbasses (and I mean the cc’s here). Also, to go back to the serious stuff: once again Dream is the one killing every single mob around Tommy because he blew up all his means for defence. Also Bad and Sapnap are still there as well, but Dream is always the on interveening (mostly because he is the one following Tommy around more closely). I’ll have a few of the more interesting quotes here afterwards until the next interesting scene:

“If I had 8 legs I would fuck you all up” “Oooh, no you wouldn’t” (Dream de-valuing Tommy’s anger once again)

“Stop following me” “NO” “Well okay then...” (honestly this was just funny...)

“Can I call you Wilbur? Or is it Ghostbur...?” “You can call me whatever you like” (for those saying that Ghostbur not correcting Tommy was weird)

“Alright Wilbur, what do you need an enderchest for? I might make an exception but-” “We- we need it so that we can access our stuff from the old world, the old world” “But not to go back” “How would we be able to go back with an enderchest?” “Well I don’t know maybe there is stuff in there that’s... better” “Tommy do you have anything that could get you to go back? In the enderchest?” “A boat? What’d you mean?” “Yeah to be honest we just need wood to get back, it’s not really-” 

Here we have Ghostbur poking holes in one of the new rules that Dream added that day. As a matter of fact, why would an enderchest be dangerous? Tommy mostly keeps sentimental stuff in there and a bit of iron. Still that’s the whole point: Dream is trying to get Tommy under his control so he needs to bring him to a point where he’ll listen to his orders even when they don’t make any actual sense. Also, btw, Dream doesn’t actually give them an enderchest after this exchange.

“Do you want to come with me Tommy? Do you want to come with me and visit the old library?” “No no no” “Yes! Yes please!” “No he wants to stay here with me” “I don’t. I definitely don’t” “He does! He’s just trying to be nice to you Wilbur. He’s trying to be nice to you” “I’m not Wilbur, I want to come with you” (way to gaslight an amnesiac ghost...)

“So how long is Tommy supposed to be here?” “Like a week?” “Oh, a week is not bad!” “*laughing* No he’s here forever” (Like goddamn, imagine if every minor griefing was punished with permanent exile!)

“M-maybe like- does Tommy gets like visitations? Like once every month he get’s to go to L’Manburg-” “No! No no no” “No visitation, huh?” “No visitation” (well, let’s thank Sapnap for trying...)

So, after this Tommy gets his plan to go through the Nether and find a quick way to and from L’Manburg to, perhaps, sneak in unnoticed at some points. Dream “allows” him here to go to the Nether (even though technically there is no reason why the exile would extend to there as well), so they get to work on fixing a ruined portal. “Did you know, I apparently blew up a nation and killed everyone” (thank God we have Ghostbur, he makes everything better). One thing I want to note though: at this point Tommy still kills the mobs attacking him when Dream is not stalking him and doing it for him, which is kind of nice. We are still at the first exile stream though...

“Can I go back for like an hour and see all my friends?” “No, they can come here though. I-I mean Tommy, I think- I think that someone could come here and visit you, but you can’t ever go back. Like I-I don’t have anything against people coming here and visiting you if they want to. They don’t HAVE to, but they can if they really want to” “Tommy think of it this way: whenever you’re in prison you can’t just go and visit your friends, but they can come and visit you” “They can come and visit you, yeah, that’s actually a very- that’s a perfect analogy”

I wonder why the best analogy for Tommy’s situation is not a f*cking exile analogy, but actual prison. Maybe because he is confined to one place, not allowed to keep any personal items and never allowed to go back? Also they actually get to Nether hub at this point and there is the famous scene with Tommy looking at the lava: 

A curious thing about this scene (aside from being a clear indication of the beginning of Tommy’s depressive spiral) is both that Dream didn’t seem to particularly care about Tommy dying up until now (and in the future as well) as long as he is the one to kill him. Meaning that he seemed fine with it as long as he had control over it. And yet at the end there he agrees with Tommy’s statement of “it’s never my time to die” which kinda makes me think that Dream by this point was already entirely set on his idea of Tommy needing to be alive for Dream to control the whole server. Tommy and Dream head back to Logstedshire after this scene.

*Tommy looks at the lava while standing very close to the edge* “I’ll go back through just to... check and see” *Dream hits Tommy away from the edge* “Come on” *Tommy goes back to the edge and Dream pushes him away again, this time covering the hole* “It’s not your time to die yet Tommy” “It’s never my time to die” “That’s true” 

“Home sweet home...” “Home sweet home. I think it’ll be good! People might visit you all the time, I mean, I can visit you! It’s- it’s actually fun to come here! It’s a little bit- it’s a change of scenery, you know?” “It’s not fun to be stuck here” “Well... you’re not ’stuck’ it’s your vacation home!” “Can I go back? I’m ready...” “No but you can leave this area, you can go somewhere else. This is just- like, I took you far away, you can go further if you want”

So, if anyone is wondering, this is not, in fact, Dream giving Tommy more freedom. Especially considering that when Tommy does leave Logstedshire later on Dream literally hunts him down, so no, that was never an option. What Dream is doing here is make himself sound benevolent by comparison by telling Tommy that the only other options he has are worse since they are even further away.

“I’m here for a good time, not for a long time” (more hints towards Tommy’s depressive spiral)

“Guys how do you know when it’s too much?” (and again)

“Can I go and see the tree?” “Tommy, you can’t go and see the tree” “Dream why don’t you let him just- it’s not in L’Manburg! Why don’t you let him just see the tree and then escort him back?” 

Ghostbur my beloved, pointing out holes in Dream’s rules all the time. Something tells me that’s the reason why Dream tried to kill him later on...

Anyway! This concludes this first post because it’s... Oh fuck this is REALLY long.... welp! I’ll make the others in the next few days! 

[thejmcgirl]

Okay. Can we talk about character Dream and the prison? I was reading lore transcripts on Twitter from the last cc!Awesamdude/ cc!Quackity's lore streams and some of the lines caught my interest.

Dream: "The only-the only reason we're even in this prison is because I have the revival book! If I- if I give it up, then I'm dead, and he's probably dead."

I don't think people stress enough that Dream isn't in prison for war crimes, for bombing a country, he isn't in prison for putting Tommy through hell in exile. (Not many people even know what happened.) He isn't in jail for murder, attempted murder or the stealing of everyone's most loved possessions. He is in prison because he has the revival book. Otherwise Tommy would've killed him.

The criminal justice system is very flawed on the SMP (wow just like real life.) People who caused mass destruction in some way or another are almost always punished with death. For example: Schlatt, Wilbur even Tommy. (Calm, I'll explain.)

Schlatt got hunted down to (his house? the white house?) Where he was going to be executed for his tyrannical rule. Wilbur was murdered by his request yes, but after he endangered many lives by bombing Manberg. And Tommy, Tommy had died to Dream, all three of his canon lives. Why? Because Dream thought Tommy was disturbing the order from the very beginning. Even his last death in the prison is set off because Tommy says he's leaving; he will not visit Dream anymore, giving Dream no more power over him. So Dream does the thing that will give him the most power, taking Tommy's life away. To Dream order depends on his control over it. Even in New L'manberg they consider execution on the suspicion that people were traitors. They even tried to kill Techno for his war crimes. (That was their front at least, its all a stut for political gain of course.)

Dream wasn't put in prison for his crimes, he was put in prison because he is a tool. He has leverage that no living SMP member has.

Now on to the prison. Dream commissioned Sam to build it. Obviously to house someone but who?

Awesamdude: "You know what you've put Tommy through?! This is... I mean I don't even think this is as bad...! I- I You should be thankful...! You wanted this to be for Tommy. Dream. You and me both know it. You- we both know you told me to build this so you could put Tommy in here, didn't you? That's why you wanted people to be able to visit. That way you could- flaut Tommy who you've got stuck in a cell in front of everyone!"

(He goes on for more but since he's mostly restated what he just said I'll leave it cause I'm lazy.)

I think that Sam does have a point, especially since Dream wanted to put someone in prison that's not him. I still will be taking this theory the other direction. I think the prison was made for himself.

During the Final Disc War, when he has Tubbo and Tommy trapped in his base he mentions how he could through Tommy in the prison. But he makes it clear that it's an alternative option.

This makes me believe this was plan B or C. I also don't know who else Dream would want in prison.

He could have got in the prison because he knew that his actions were catching up to him. If he's in the prison, he can avoid death and gain sympathy. This is proven because all assassination attempts on him in prison have failed. (Tommy's plan and Quackity's rage after Techno escaped.) Dream had no one when he was put in prison. Since than he's gain the sympathy of BBH, Techno after their visits and has new members being intrigued to get him out. Two out of three of these people tried to break in the prison (Michaelmcchill, Foolish) and Tina.

He could have even planned his lose in The Final Disc War, from Punz saving Tommy and Tubbo, to his monologging. I'm not saying he planned everything but he might have planned that one thing. (Imma little tired it's 4am so I'll stop here but if you want more follow me here and on Twitter and Instagram at @thejmcgirl )

This is all about Minecraft roleplay nothing is about real life events. I use !cc when talking about the content creators (the real people.)

Credit to DSMP transcripts on Twitter for the quotes.

[scarofthewind]

Kinktober: Billy Loomis - Role Play

A/N: Here is the first post for Kinktober! I hope you enjoy! 

Warnings: Foul language, NSFW, R18+, creampie, sexual role play, Female!Teacher!Reader, Student!Billy, fingering

word count: 1.5K

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Looking outside the classroom, you made sure no one was coming before you shut the door. Turning around, you faced the student who had suggested a private meeting to discuss is grades. He was sitting on the edge of a table, watching you with lustful eyes as you sat down at your desk. “You’re failing my class, Mr. Loomis.” A small smile appeared on his lips and he nodded, moving towards your desk and leaning over it, getting a good look at the shirt that did wonders on your breasts. 

“Is there any way I could re-do the assignments?” He spoke lowly, watching you cross your legs under the desk. “I’ll do better this time I promise.” Billy licked his lips as dirty thoughts ran through his head about what he could do to you in the empty classroom. 

You swallowed thickly, feeling the panties you had on grow wetter each passing second. There’s no way a student should be this attractive to you; it was wrong. “I suppose. I will have them for you tomorrow; you can pick them up from the front office.” Your eyes watched his mouth as it curved up into a grin. reaching up, Billy pushed some of his messy hair out of his eyes.

“Thank you; you won’t regret it.” He replied, grabbing his bag and moving to head towards the door. You let out a breath of air, the heat between your legs calming momentarily before you realized he’d stopped. 

“Billy?” You asked, watching him place his bag on the floor, lock the door and turn towards you. This time, he walked up to you on your side of the desk and leaned against it, getting a perfect view of the tops of your breasts. He noticed your increased breathing and hummed in approval. 

“What about extra credit?” He watched you bite your lip for a second, your fingers trembling over the stack of papers on the desk. Bringing up his hand, he moved some hair off your neck before bending down and placing a soft kiss where his fingers had slightly grazed your skin. 

Gasping, you moved your hand to the spot and turned to look up at him with wide eyes. “This is highly inappropriate! I cannot have sexual relations with my students.” You spoke quickly, watching him smile down at you. 

“Who said anything about it being sexual?” You blushed at his words and he chuckled, grabbing one of your hands in his and placing a kiss on your knuckles. “It’s just extra credit. What the Principal doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Billy placed gentle kisses down your arm, kneeling in front of you. “Don’t be such a prude.” His eyes held a mischievous glint in them and you pondered on the thought of how good it would feel for him to fuck you. 

“It’s wrong.” You whispered, feeling his hands brush against your knees, uncrossing your legs and opening them. “What if we get caught?” You asked, feeling his fingers trace up your thighs under your skirt, reaching up until he found your panty hose and underwear, tugging them down slowly. You grabbed his wrist, making his eyes flicker to yours with an annoyed expression. “You’ll be expelled and I’ll get fired or go to jail-”

You stopped what you were saying when Billy pressed his lips against yours. “It’ll be fine. Relax.” His words calmed you in a way as his lips worked against yours, his hands worked your skirt off, leaving your bottom half bare to him. Pulling away, he resumed his work on your clothes, unbuttoning your shirt next and then your bra. He watched as you tried covering yourself, but he stopped you. “Don’t do that, I need to see all of you.” When you obliged, Billy planted kisses along your neck, one hand traveling down your body to your aching cunt, letting his fingers prod at your entrance. 

“You’re so wet,” He said, feeling you shudder against him, “What were you thinking about, hmm?” He nipped at your earlobe and slid two fingers inside you with ease. You let out a sigh of pleasure, his eyes watching your face as you bit back a moan. 

“Do you have to be so vulgar about it?” You asked. Billy bit your neck and you gasped, tightening around his fingers and rocking your hips against his hand. 

“Yes.” He smirked, curling his fingers and watching your body arch off the chair you were in. His palm brushed against your clit with each thrust of his hand and you soon became a moaning mess, falling right into his trap. “I see the way you look at me during class.” Billy’s voice echoed in your ears as he removed his fingers from your core. The whine that left your lips made his pants grow tighter. 

“I don’t look at you in a certain way, Billy. You’re my student.” You let out a shaky breath when he told you to get up and lean against the desk. You felt his hands caress the skin on your hips and then your rear, spreading your cheeks apart. 

“A forbidden lust.” He teased, unzipping his pants and letting his cock press against your pussy. “Seeing as how you’re enjoying this though,” Billy pressed his into you slowly, groaning at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. “You want this as much as I do.” Biting down on your hand to keep back any noise that would get you caught, you felt Billy start to move. You could feel him press his front against your back as he whispered in your ear, “Good idea, keep the noise down so no one catches you spreading your legs for your student.” 

You rolled your eyes at his vulgar words, relishing in the feeling of his cock thrusting into you at a slow pace. His grip on your hips was harsh and you had to clench the front edge of the desk to keep yourself still when he began to move faster. Doing your best to keep quiet you bit your lip; however, when he flipped you on your back to get a better angle, you let out a loud moan. 

Billy smirked at the sound, watching your breasts bounce with each roll of his hips. “Doesn’t your husband fuck you at home?” He teased with a knowing look in his eyes. He pushed your legs to your chest and closed the space between the two of you, continuing his actions. 

You could barely form a sentence at how deep his cock was hitting and you shook your head. “He’s never home.” Billy stared down at you with a hint of guilt in his eyes. 

“No wonder your so tight.” He grunted, finding your clit with his fingers and rubbing small circles on it. Billy hissed when you tightened around him even more and watched as you tried grinding back against his hand to get more friction. 

“I’m close, Billy.” You moaned, gasping when his lips found your neck. He added more pressure to your clit and within seconds, he had you seeing stars. 

“That’s it, just like that.” He groaned, feeling his cock twitch inside you and soon enough, he came as well. “God that felt good.” He bent down and kissed you tenderly before pulling out, watching your mixed cum drip out of your cunt and onto the desk. 

Moving around, Billy gathered your clothes and handed them to you, watching you put them on as he gathered his things. “How’s that for extra credit?” He grinned.

Reaching out, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close to press your lips against his. Billy hummed into the kiss, enjoying the feeling for a second before pulling back. He opened his mouth to speak but heard a knock on the classroom door and froze. “Is someone in there?” A woman asked, trying the doorknob.

You finished buttoning up your shirt, grabbed your bag and Billy’s hand before running to the back door and leaving just as the woman unlocked the main door. You watched for a second as she surveyed the room, taking one look at the desk and gasping in horror at the fluids on it. Billy let out a laugh as you both took off towards home. “We almost got caught you asshole!” You shoved him when you got closer to the neighborhood. “It was your idea to bring the roleplay ‘to life’! I mean that had to be jail time if she had called the cops.”

“But we didn’t.” He winked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. 

“What was all that about ‘my husband��?” You looked up at him and he shrugged.

“I thought it would make for a better story. Hot teacher doesn’t get fucked enough at home and uses student to take out her pent up sexual energy.” Reaching into is pocket, he took out a pack of cigarettes, pulling one out with his lips and searching for his lighter. “’He’s never home’. What was that about?” Lighting his cigarette, his eyes searched your face. 

“Well you aren’t. You’re too busy these days.” You sighed, seeing the house from around the corner. Billy made a noise in complaint and grabbed your arm, pulling you to a stop in front of him. Bending down, he pressed his lips against to yours in a chaste kiss. 

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How the Rockwaller Stole Christmas (1/2)

"How the Rockwaller Stole Christmas" For the first of the two winter poems That you're reading away or at your home Just to let everyone know, the entire selection (including the intro) is in rhyme This is to save everyone, especially Whitem, a whole lot of time It is for his 10th Winter Writing Contest, so it'll be brief I promise that I won't take any Fannies awards for this, or else I'd be a thief It features Bonnie in such a grumpy Grinchy feeling But Junior gives her an idea that is worth...how should I say...stealing Let's see how it goes Will they get away scot-free or get caught? Who knows. The poem is rated T As you can see For some minor swear words (but including a gesture that is obscene) So it is why is it suitable for those over the age of 13. And humor that is crude And for the snark in Bonnie's 'Queen B' attitude Kim Possible is created by Schooley and McCorkle and (c) by Disney This is to (hopefully) prevent the Mouse's lawyers from getting all in a suing tizzy. And as for the Seuss Estate, there will be no feelings of ill will or resentment. For this very poem is parody and satire, and fair use, covered by the First Amendment. So without further ado, Here is this treat of a poem, especially for the reader...which is you.

"How the Rockwaller Stole Christmas" (PART I)

This is the time of year A time of happiness and joy Where there is the spreading of good and cheer For almost every Middletonian girl and boy

As stated before, almost every young citizen Down in Middleton Liked Christmas a lot. But Bonnie Rockwaller, who lived just next door to the Possibles, did NOT!!

She hated how the Possibles celebrated Christmas in their house Giving a low growl that would even frighten a small mouse Every single day of the accursed Christmas season. If you are wondering to try To ask the question of why She does have her reasons.

And no, it wasn't because her head wasn't screwed on right Or that her Country Club Banana boots were too tight Or that a probable main reason of all Could be that her heart was three sizes too small

No, all she had to do was go back years past Of how past Christmases at the Rockwallers sucked when she was a young lass. From the hand-me-downs of her sisters to the infamous photo of her crying in Santa's lap Those winter "memories", she knew, would be crap The only bright spot of her Christmases, if it even would bother Would be the gifts given to her from Donald Rockwaller aka her father But, alas, this year, her dad's gift would be proven fruitless, of course For the Rockwallers are (currently) going through a very tough divorce.

And then there was the part where, a few years ago if one can gleam Bonnie starred as an angel in a Nativity scene They sang songs such as "Silent Night", "Joy to the World" and similar sounds Only problem was that said Nativity scene was played on courthouse grounds Some politically-correct people in the audience pointed out, if they can relate, That this was a blatant violation of the separation of church and state. The Queen, who had enjoyed this, flew in a rage On the Nativity scene stage She shocked the audience, her parents, and her fellow singers, By giving the politically-correct people two middle fingers

So she stared there on Christmas Eve from her bedroom window, Hating the Possibles all the while Middleton was covered in record-setting snow. From the lighted windows of their house, Kim was hanging a mistletoe wreath, Just in case Ron  came,  she can kiss him from beneath.

Bonnie couldn't believe That today was indeed Christmas Eve She continued to growl, her fingers continued drumming "I MUST find a way to prevent the Possible Christmas from coming!" She stood there, brooding and stewed

For tomorrow, she knew... (PART II) All the Possible girls and boys Yes, this includes Ron and Rufus They would all rush for their gadgets and toys. Including, as Bonnie called him, the blonde-haired doofus. She would be rattled and awakened by all the NOISE, NOISE, NOISE!!! All the NOISE!!! NOISE!!! NOISE!!! That was one thing she hated while trying to sleep in her bed On every single Christmas Day The continuing screaming sounds of video games being played repeatedly in her head Unfortunately for her, it had always been this way.

She'll (that being Kim) call and beep Wade on the new Kimmunicator The Tweebs would fly around with their drone, armed with an incinerator Joss would buck around with her large mechanical horse, making bucking sounds Cousin Larry would do roleplay while playing the latest version of Everlot, a quest to be found Kim will also blare the rare $50 Britina CD on her CD player as if she captured the Holy Grail Bonnie had been demanding said CD from her mother all month long...but to no avail. And as of Ron and Rufus, he will play noisy games to get that high score. Like the latest installment of the M-rated gorefest known as Zombie Mayhem IV. Oh...the Queen hated that that noise a plenty When Ron plays it for hours on end on his PSX720.

To her, this was no fair. The comparison of gifts really almost made her tear out her brunette hair. She even tried to get her dad, whom was the chief of police, to stop the squeaks and squeals While the Possibles raced around on ATVs with 4 wheels. Alas, it was no use for her to stop this noise torture from Hell. Bonnie felt as if her house was one big jail cell.

As if this were another reason for her to hate on the Possible's holiday moods, to be quite frank There was Ron turning up the volume, watching "The Six Tasks of Snowman Hank" Oh, if only the Queen had earplugs A type that would drown out the warm clink of Possible cocoa-moo mugs

And then the Possibles, young and old Will then all sit down to a feast And they all feast, feast, FEAST!!! The food from their cabinets and fridge flowed like never-ending gold They devour a large Christmas turkey, which was about as big as a 10-pound Beast Oh, a Christmas Turkey Beast is a feast Bonnie couldn't stand in the very least. In the sweets department, there were the famous lemon squares by her Nana But all Bonnie got was after the Rockwaller Xmas Dinner was a rotten banana.

And then, the Possibles do something that the Queen hated most of all Every Possible in the Possible house, the tall and small. Will stand close hand in hand With Christmas Bells on their phone apps constantly  ringing And the Possibles, standing on their property land... ...they start SINGING!!! And they'll SING, SING, SING!!!!!! That is what will make her the most feral When the Possibles sing their Christmas carols.

And the more Bonnie thought of the Possible-Christmas sing.... ...The more the Queen thought!

She must stop this whole entire thing. "Why, for five years, I've put up with it now!"

"I HAVE to stop the Possible's Christmas from coming....but how?"

(PART III) As she continued to stare outside Bonnie then heard two taps on her door The figure came from the hallway, not making an attempt to hide It was only her rich boyfriend, Senor Senior Junior, nothing more. Junior had come to his first Rockwaller Christmas, being that he was in town This was an attempt by Veronica to try to turn her daughter's frown upside-down Like Bonnie, his heart was three sizes too small. But it was his brain that was tiny, most of all.

"Oh hey, my rich hottie. Wonder why you're doing here in my place!"

Bonnie said with a slight smile on her face. She waited on what her dim BF was trying to say "Hey, my love." Junior replied, "I came here for the food and any games that you usually play."

Bonnie scoffed, "Junior, I know that this is your first time, and you're trying But I suspect that you may be a be a bit...lying.

And I like that," she continued with a salacious grin. For she knew Junior was loaded, a fact she knew he was an instant win. Junior said, "My love, I can bring you anything this year, a fact that my father had taught I can even buy you a multi-million-dollar yacht."

Bonnie sighed, fading away from her smile "Junior, that is all well and good, and I can see..." She continued to stare outside the window for a little while "...but I got issues with the Possibles' Christmas continuing to mock me."

"Today is Christmas Eve, in case if you're wondering Come tumi, I will constantly be irritated by their noises, and that wannabe, I am still trying to think on what to do...in this case...pondering... I guarantee you, Junior, that she will flaunt her gifts for all the world to see."

Junior then suggested something vile "Why not have me dressed as Santa? Like with the coat and hat" Replied the oft-complaining man-child "I can guarantee you that you can steal their Christmas in a snap."

Then the Queen got an idea. An awful idea. The Queen got a wonderful, awful idea. (PART IV)

"Junior, I think I know a way."

Bonnie replied with the salacious grin "Hear me out on what I have to say!" She knew her plan would be as dirty as sin.

"A month ago, my dad arrested a drunk Santa at a mall He confiscated the belt, fake beard, hat, boots and all." She laughed in her throat. But Junior asked "Did he also get the coat?" "Oh yes, he did get that well..." Bonnie remembered. For she saw that incident in late-November.

Junior still questioned "But where can we get that suit in such short time?" "And will it fit this sexy booty of mine?" Bonnie said with a wide grin, "Junior, the suit's a perfect fit for you. It's in the basement by the way under boxes of old shoes."

"But I don't wanna go down the basement!" Junior whined for a while. That was the least of his problems for the overgrown man-child. Unlike his dad, he wasn't used to doing a life of crime Bonnie scoffed at him, "I'll go first and you'll follow behind." Junior whimpered "I hope that I don't look fat in that coat at all."

While his girlfriend held on to her baggy bib-down overall.

So about 30 minutes later, the evil couple found the Santa clothes Junior took a deep breath and said, "Let's see how this goes." To his amazement, they fit perfectly. Right down to the coat, which covered up his muscular belly. Bonnie grinned, "What a great and vile trick.

With this coat, fake beard, and hat, you look exactly like St. Nick.

Junior rightly pointed out. "Now that I am dressed as a Santa and that's all glad,  ..." "...how can we destroy Kim Possible's Christmas so that we can make her sad."

"The solution to that problem is simple." Bonnie said, tenting her fingers "We are going to steal them in the middle of the night, and let nothing linger." "Contractor style trash bags and sacks are the best method to use "They are perfect to take on any trashy weight of abuse. "Once we steal all of the Possibles' gifts "We're going to jam them into a car, 'borrowed' from Cruella De Vil, for a lift."

"And then once we get outside the city limits where the elevation is higher. "We will then burn all their gifts and food in one great big fire."

Junior gasped at the audacity of this crime It would put their relationship to the test If they got caught by Team Possible, it surely would result in their arrest. Then again, he has some added muscle from HenchCo so he had one less thing to whine

"My love, I am ready to do the stealing with you, In case we win, I even reserved a romantic spot on the island for two! Just say the word and I can call upon some strong henchmen It would make our job easier, with me and you times ten."

"Now all I need to complete the look of fear Is that of a reindeer."

Bonnie looked outside her house for any of them, if that is so Unfortunately, a reindeer's habitat did not include Colorado Just as it so happens, her Pit Bull, Queenie, made his way down the stairs He began to drool everywhere His look was so fierce and full of hate Why the Queen named a male dog a female name, shouldn't be for debate But did this stop her? Not at all. She also stared at one of the bucks her father killed, mounted on the basement wall Bonnie simply said, "If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!"

She instructed Junior to take a saw, duct tape, and some strong thread And tied a couple of big horns to Queenie's head. Junior asked "So when would be the stealing? What would be a perfect time to enter the Possible's main den?" Bonnie replied "I got a feeling..."

....That we will strike at ten!" "I know of a back alleyway That connects to their house But we have to be quiet, nothing more to say Nothing above the squeak of a mouse.

Agreeing to the plan set, Junior and Bonnie called up HenchCo To send in their stealthiest henchmen for at least ten in tow.

__________________________________________________________________________ (PART V) It was now 10pm as Bonnie, Junior and the henchmen started down Toward the Possible house, whose inhabitants lay snoring within town.

Despite the fact that they were sleeping, they thought they were protected By an exquisite alarm system that would blare a loud sound When an intruder would be found And he/or she would be detected

Their windows were also dark and the doors were locked They made sure an intruder's way out would be blocked All the Possibles, especially Kim, were dreaming without a single care When the villains came to their house on Middleton Square

The whole evil team snuck to the den at exactly 10 o'clock In order to undergo their villainous vice Ooooh....stealing Christmas from the Possibles will be quite nice.... ....That is, if they can get through the lock.

"We need to get through this door without causing the plan any harm... ...If we go in, it would surely set off that alarm. "Miss Rockwaller..." the lead henchman said, "...if it may say to suffice"

"This looks like a job for the HenchCo Automatic Disarming Alarm Device!"

The HADAD did it job It cracked the code for the alarm, rendering it useless But now came the issue of the door, still locked at its knob. "Lucky for me, I brought out my hairpin! Surely, it would let us in."

Unfortunately for her, the pin broke as a makeshift key Grunting, but not deterred, the Queen has a plan B She took out Junior's solid-gold limitless credit card Junior then whispered, as if he were doing a Sonnet from the Immortal Bard "Be careful, my love! That is my rarest card of all It's supposed to be used for the World's Richest Mall!"

This time, though, the hack card did work (Oh, if she only could invent the dance known as the twerk) The villainous team entered quietly into the room To begin Operation Villainous Christmas of Doom Bonnie gave a wide open smirk, so evil and so blatant That it rivaled that of the Prince of Darkness, Satan. She then saw all of the Possible stockings hung in a row. "Their stockings..." she grinned, "...are the first things to go!"

She instructed her dim BF to use a magnet for her first method of attack It loosened the nails and the stockings immediately fell in the sack

[incendiaglacies]

Fic: Jail Time

Title: Jail Time

Summary: In which Gideon gets arrested for an honest misunderstanding and thinks the best course of action is trying to seduce her officer.

Word Count: 1.5K

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For @riphuntertimemasterlegend who encourages such ridiculous ideas of mine

“Let me out of here!”

Rip spared a glance at the woman in the holding cell, laying down on the bench and staring up at the ceiling. “No.”

She got up and curled her hands around the bars. “I’m too pretty to do hard time!”

“You’re not doing hard time. You’re just in a holding cell. Don’t be so dramatic.” He turned back to his computer trying to finish up his last few reports for the night. Where was he? Ah yes, noise complaint.

“I demand my one phone call!”

Rip snorted. “Who would you call?” he muttered to himself, shuffling through papers. “No,” he said louder so she’d hear him.

“This goes against my rights as a citizen!”

“I’m not violating your rights and I’m a little busy at the moment.”

“This is cruel and unusual-“

Rip slammed his mug of tea on the table and glared at her. “I’m trying to finish a report here. Would you please stop prattling on for just two minutes?”

Her eyes widened and for a moment he thought he’d made her cry, but she simply huffed and flounced off to the bench once more. Rip muttered a sorry that was met with a loud hurrumph and then he turned back to his work. This time the quiet was almost unnerving. He thought he might have preferred her inane prattling to the silent treatment.

“How much longer?” she asked, turning her head to him.

Rip hid his smile. She’d barely lasted five minutes. He turned to look at her, how her hair fell splayed across the bench and the little upturn of her lips when she caught how he watched him. Rip cleared his throat. “You’ll be in there for a couple more hours. Until I’m done with my shift.”

“Is this the usual punishment for unruliness?”

“It is for you,” he replied dryly.

“Taking me home with you?”

If she was good. Rip shook himself. “Stop flirting with me. You’re in jail for a reason.”

“Holding cell,” she corrected, getting up and walking over to the bars once more. She leaned against them. Rip could feel her smirking at him, could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up, the flush of his cheeks. He did everything in his power not to look at her. “So, how were the mugshots?”

“Pretty.”

“Did you get my good side?”

“You don’t have a bad side.”

“Who’s flirting now?”

“Still you,” he quipped.

He shot her a displeased look and turned back to his computer. She sighed loudly. He ignored her. She groaned even louder. Rip tensed but refused to give in. He kept his attention on the computer screen in front of him. Then something hit him. “Ow!” He pressed a hand to the back of his head and looked at the floor by his feet. A tube of lip gloss. He picked it up and turned to her, unimpressed.

“Oops?” She shrugged innocently.

Rip glared at her. “Drop this?”

“It was an accident.”

“How do you even have this? We stripped you of your personal belongings.”

“Well you’re welcome to come in here and strip me properly.” She stepped back and raised her arms invitingly. Rip shook his head and placed the lip gloss on his desk, turning back to his computer. “Rip! Stop ignoring me!”

“It’s Captain Hunter to you.”

“Ooh, roleplay?”

“My rank while you’re in prison! Stop talking to me!”

“But I swear Officer, it wasn’t my fault!” Her voice got light and breathy, like a southern belle from an old black and white movie.

“Please stop watching old cop dramas. That’s not how it works in real life.”

“It did before.”

“Not this time.”

“You’re really very angry with me, aren’t you?”

Rip paused and swiveled his chair around to face her. “You called me a stripper.”

“It was an honest mistake!”

“The first time, perhaps. Gideon. But you know perfectly well that is not what my occupation is!”

She sighed and had the decency to look ashamed. “Okay, okay, it was wrong of me to do that.”

“And?” he pressed.

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s a start.”

“I was trying to make friends! I thought they’d appreciate the joke. I didn’t know the girls at the bachelorette party that well, we just didn’t get on well,” she explained.

“Don’t know why you went then. Feels like you’ve been going to nonstop bachelorette parties since the moment I’ve met you.”

“Stop exaggerating,” she scolded. “Besides, it’s not my fault that I am of the age that society has deemed ‘old maid’ status for not being married. Not my fault all the other women my age are getting married and settling down with kids and I’m not.” She gave him a pointed look and Rip had to look away. Gideon sighed and shook her head. “Never mind. I’m sorry. But you can’t blame me for this. It’s not my fault you’d look better without clothes on.”

Rip snorted loudly. “Only you would think so.”

“Well maybe I wanted the opinion of the other women as well.”

“Really?” Rip waited for her to think about what exactly that would mean.

Gideon frowned and backtracked. “No, never mind. You’re mine.”

“Mmhmm.” He turned back around to finish off the report.

“Maybe I just wanted to surprise you, celebrate our anniversary. Relive our first meeting!”

“Our anniversary was two months ago, I got you chocolates,” he reminded her. “Besides, what makes you think I want to relive our first meeting?” Having the petite brunette trying to tear his clothes off at a routine suburban noise complaint had been mortifying at the time. Even if she had asked him out on a date after. And he’d accepted.

“I remember it quite fondly.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“How much longer am I going to have to be in here for?”

“One more report to do and it would go faster if you would be quiet and let me work.”

“You’re no fun. Want to teach me how to pick the lock?” she asked impishly.

“Already taught you how to pick handcuffs.” He rolled back and smirked at her. “If I taught you how to pick the lock, what would stop you from escaping the next time I arrest you for civil disobedience?”

“There won’t be a next time!” she insisted, affronted.

“That’s what you said last time!”

“Last time wasn’t even fair,” she grumbled. “’Public nudity’,” she made air quotes around the ridiculous accusation, “Lies! I had my clothes on!”

“Barely.” Drunk Gideon was always fun, a little forgetful, and hated wearing clothes. Ironic, considering how she had been certain that he was a stripper when they first met. Rip sighed and saved his report, clearly he just wouldn’t get to it today. “One of these days I might just leave you to another officer to handle.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He wouldn’t. “I should. But you’d scare them off.”

“Never managed to scare you off.”

“No, you didn’t.” He smiled and got up, grabbing the keys and watching how her eyes lit up at the sight of them. Gideon squealed and jumped up and down, clapping her hands. It made Rip laugh. Finally, at long last, he unlocked her cell. “You’re free to go, Miss.”

She stepped forward and kissed him in full force, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him down. Rip made a sound of surprise before giving in completely. When she let go, she played with his collar. “Why Officer, am I going to get a proper punishment?” She batted her eyelashes at him and Rip rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re watching but I will put a Net Nanny on if you keep this up,” he threatened. Gideon pouted at him.

“You’re no fun.” She stepped back and let him finish locking up for the night. “Taking me home?”

“Considering I arrested you, I suppose I have to.” He grabbed his things and wrapped an arm around her waist. “We’ll get your car tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you.”

“Have you learned your lesson?”

She nodded sincerely. “You know you can’t keep arresting me every time I annoy you, don’t you?”

“Sure, I can.” Besides, her version of annoying him meant skirting the law.

“Kinky.” She smirked at him and he shook his head fondly at her in return. Gideon picked up the spare set of handcuffs from his desk. “We should take these home. I can tear your clothes off and you can punish me properly and live out all your kinky fantasies.”

“I think you mean yours.” He took the handcuffs from her and throwing them into his desk drawer. “We’re not going to need those tonight.”

“You’re absolutely no fun, Officer,” she whined as he led her out to his car.

“Captain,” he corrected, opening her door.

“Husband.”

He opened his mouth to protest but stopped when he saw her determined look. “Maybe,” he said quietly. Seeing her face filled with hope, an absolute beauty, he couldn’t help but kiss her and relent. “One day. I promise.”

[rkwxnb]

shout out to rookies!

This is going to be short. At least now that I’m typing this I hope it would be since I’m a few seconds from knocking out. On top of that, I know I’m going to forget really important people for the same reason of why I hope this would be short... also because as always, I am doing this last minute. ( peace!! ) 

Rookies as the great Miss Grande once said. “One taught me love. One taught me patience. And One taught me pain.” I hope you all feel me when I say that’s all on you, RK! --- “Thank you, -- my stay tune for my next muse.” 

Now that cringe moment is over with. I wanna do a roll-call at my special people! For those who stuck with me during the times, I was in rookies and while I was out doing god-knows-what.

RKCAP: This asswhole muse of mine who got into scandals and ruined one friendship after another, found his family ( by bond and friendship ) though this rp. Even until now I have to say he is the strongest muse in my whole rp-history. Having played him over at least two-years, before dropping his booty from wanting to become an idol, and evidently out of rookies. Outcast by his own family, with the help of the bro/anti-squad ( @aronrk - strawberry bruh! @rkkangjoon - lover joon! @rkgray - co-parenting daddy bruh + @rkxminhee - little minx min @rkwendy calm and collected sis @borark my get out of jail free card ) Not to mention, his little shit brother @rkohsehun NODDLEBOY! you’re all fam and I don’t have to tell you how many times I wish I can bring this boy back because of you lot! 

Special shout-out to his ladies Jieun- ( @yujurk ) and Elly ( @hyunark ) them girls are his solid. Soulmates and Lovers. They are the core reason that he is still sane. One can say, they are his everything. 

Yo seriously, Maddy you are by far one of the coolest people I’ve met. You’re insanely solid, my utmost respect to you. Shinobi-- the one-third of IwaBoKuro, see we’re even an ot3 in real life! You’re extremely dedicated to your muses, much like how you are with your friendships, never change bruhski! Saaaammmiiiieee!!! You are by far one of the kindest people I have ever come across, thank you for being you! Clara... gurl wait till Toshi’s turn uwu  Em, you’ve made me such a happy puppy by coming back to rookies! I wish you and baby girl the best in life!

To my first child, Stef, sana okay ka na babybear! I’ve known you since why before rookies and in fact, I remember suggesting you play Sehun when Minsoo’s fc was still Chanyeol’s so we can have exo bruhs! Pero despite all that, I’m seriously proud of how much you’ve grown, you are one of my precious people. Though we don’t speak that much any more, alam I’m always here for you!

To my child, Nana, fix yourself before you wreck yourself! I miss you lots crazy and I hope we get to talk soon. I really wanna hear what's happening with life and how you’re surviving uni. What’s more is we both know that Hyo-Min is actually the IT soulmates, and the whole of Rookies know it. ( if you’re a new mun and you’re reading this... It’s true, believe me uwu ) I hope we have muses with that much of a strong connection again! Love you my mad child! 

To my co-parenting mom, Jen, girl what you doing with your life?! We’ve had our ups and down, despite all that bullshit we’re at it again. To a degree, it’ll never be the same but I do wish if anything, our friendship will grow stronger instead. Your muses played as my muses lover, twin and admirer, but in real life, you once told me that you believe people have seven soulmates, though you’re a little shit that believes Yoongi is one of them. You did mention I maybe have taken a spot to, so no take-backs asshole. You’re stuck with me now. Peace!

RKTOSHI: This boy was Minho- then Dean... Then Yuto, heck back to Minho, then finally his sorry ass became Jisoo. He is one of the most complex and interesting muses I have ever played. The shit show he was a part of had been insane, from being a part of the Yakuza to being shot and finally a part of Nova ( like this hoe-man actually got signed! ) Aside from Soyeon ( sit your ass down Jen I already called you out ) he was a part of the Mensa-Squad with his @rkxkjd daddy-D ( KATIE LEE SIGN MY D ) and his @rkjohnny forever-hubby ( that now has his very own princess ). To the only women that kept him on a leash @rkyooa the one that got away and @dahyexrkarchive proxy grandma. Thanks to him joining the mgas he met his adoptive ma @rkjei! 

Yurim!! DADDY-DAE! You’re one of the most amazing people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting, especially in real life. I utterly respect you from moving away from home and following your dreams. You’re an a-class writer; I wish you the all the best for your endeavors! 

Claraaaa ‘te~ The leader of rkpinoy squad-- seriously, even Johnny boy if from the Philippines. You’ve kept me sane and has been the voice of reason to many, including myself and my shit show muse. We once had an almost ship with Toshi and Wendy, but somehow I’m glad it didn’t work out because DANG LOOK AT YOU AND HUGO! Sana happy ka sa work and I’m always looking forward to your sports commentary be it figure staking, basketball, volleyball and cheerleading, Lab you sis! 

Bun, the 2nd-third of IwaBoKuro--!! Man, I love the fact that we embody our muses even outside the roleplay. Still completely in touch irrespective of the fact that you’re no longer in this rp. You still the best! Much like Dahye kicks Toshi’s ass ( literally and figuratively ) you do the same with me, except more in the game-mode xP Whenever you wanna come back, I’ll be sure to have another mess of a muse to latch on to yours like a leech. 

Nic, you angel. Even though we’ve only just gotten closer this year, I swear to God I am truly blessed for having you in my life. You’re one of my persons. You’re exceptionally strong and amazingly kind and considerate. I am sorry for all the bullshit you had to go through here and I’m hella proud you didn’t let those get you down and give up on your muses! 

Roe, my true soulmate. Holy shit. I reckon its more than five years since we’ve known each other. You’re muse almost married mine. Heck, we have plans to platonically get married ( because we gonna cheat the system ). I absolutely cannot imagine my life without you. You are my ultimate person. As you rightly said in your post, my ride and die. The strongest and fiercest of people, both in the real world and rp. You take no shit from anybody and would fight for what you believe is right, especially stand up to those who are getting bullied. Without being anymore sappy, I do love you with all of me and I am always gonna be here for you. Just because you are amazing and worth it all. 

RKNAEUN + RKAVERY: My two latest muses ( actually the ones currently in rookies ) I never imagine there would be a time where I would have only female muses in rookies. Considering my strongest muses here were the boys. But keeping you both and actually maintaining your arc ( plus organizing your points properly ) is something I’m actually proud of myself of. Since Avery is still relatively new ( her strongest bonds have yet to fully form, but one of them is definitely Hoby! ) I’mma focus on Naeun’s friendships! From the chaebol-childhood friends to fam @rkchaeyoung her idol unnie to @rksunwoo best oppa sunwoo. her dancing queen leader @rkhyojeong and her best friend 4eva @rkleeflix . I want to thank all of you for being her inspiration! 

Special shoutout to Amy we too old for optimism but I shit you know if I know anyone who’s going to make it through all this, it’ll be you! You are the most real person that I know. Oddly enough we got closer when I came back in rookies then my first time around here. You’ve been there for me in the toughest times, even though I know you were going through you’re own worries. I’m eternally grateful for that. With everything said and done, I hope I can return even slightest bit of happiness and comfort you’ve given me, because I know I can’t match all the times you’ve had to deal with me.Thank you loads for everything, me hearts you!

Thank you rkmods/admins. Without you, I would not have met all these precious people. Thank you for tirelessly listening to all of us whine about how unfair everything is and still remain here. Thank you for giving us your time and efforts to keep our escape from the real world alive. Most importantly, thank you for being the backbone of all this glorious foundation. You all is amazing. Happy RKFIFTH and I hope many more to come! 

Yours,  ( Lyn | @rkavery + @rkxsnn ) 

P.S. I lied this wasn’t short at all. [ sorry for the grammatic/spelling errors... lets be real if this post didn’t have those, then you can all speculate that I didn’t actually write it. 

[restlessmaknae]

Walking on thin ice // I. (Im)possible

Baleful powers and icy hearts collide and no one knows what would come out of it. A girl who doesn’t want to be seen and a boy who desperately wants to be seen.

❄ Pairing: Jack Frost!Yoongi (BTS) x Elsa!Joohyun (Red Velvet’s Irene)

❄ Supporting roles: Joonmyun (EXO) as Santa; Kibum (SHINee) as Easter Bunny; Hayoung (APink) as Tooth Fairy; Mark (GOT7) as Sandman; Yerim (Red Velvet) as Anna; Myungjun (ASTRO) as Daylight

❄ Basics’ post: setting & long summary & cast

❄ Genre: angst, drama, fluff, fantasy

❄ Chapters: I. ❄ II.  ❄ III. ❄ IV. ❄ V. ❄ VI. ❄ VII.

Look what you did to her! You can’t do anything but to hurt people. You are a monster.

Said the loud, intriguing voice in Bae Joohyun’s head and even though she tried her best, she couldn’t shake off that unwanted feeling that was slowly engulfing her. It was like she was listening to her thoughts through an earphone without being able to hit the ‘stop’ button. The words were haunting her, whispering into her ears wherever she went. She couldn’t get rid of them, the voice got louder and louder as time went by.

What have I done? She gulped as she rose from her seat beside the bed and shifted her gaze to the pale, tiny body in the giant hospital bed. The young girl’s eyes were closed, looking like a baby as she was sleeping safe and safe. Her breaths were steady and uninterrupted. The sight of her little sister unharmed made her relaxed for a few minutes. Yerim is okay. For now.

She looked at Yerim for the last time, her eyes going over every single detail of the girl’s growing body. The long, chestnut brown curls of her hair, the usually blushing red cheekbones that were paler than ever, the little freckles on her nose and the bracelet around her wrist which represented their strong family bond. Only two little letters were written on the material; A and E. Anna and Elsa – their childhood nicknames.

She looked at her own bracelet and made an attempt to take it off. She didn’t want Yerim to be connected to her in any way anymore. How could she hurt her little sister? She had no idea how to control herself when was panicked or even slightly anxious and it was only a matter of time someone would get hurt. Joohyun would never ever hurt anyone on purpose, especially not her beloved little sister. She couldn’t risk another outburst. She had to leave her behind. She had to protect her and only by being away from her, could she make sure that she was safe.

First, it seemed that Joohyun wouldn’t be able to get rid of that oh so familiar bracelet that she hadn’t taken off ever since they got the pair of jewellery from their parents. However, as she strained harder, she managed to succeed in a matter of seconds. Then, she put it on the bedside table with trembling hands, still trying to cling onto for a few seconds. But as Yerim suddenly snored louder, she knew she had to go.

She can’t see me. She sighed heavily as the thought nestled into her mind. She glanced at Yerim’s sleeping figure one more time and hurried out of the room as quickly as she could. She didn’t want to imagine Yerim’s heartbroken expression when she finds out that her sister was no longer there with her. Yet, Joohyun tried to reassure herself that it would be the best for both of them if she left.

You are dangerous. You can’t be around people. You need to hide. These words wormed their ways into her thoughts more and more frequently; she wasn’t able to escape from the sneaky voice in her head. It was stronger, louder and more malicious than ever.

Small wonder she trembled like a leaf as she left the hospital, hoping that she would never need to come back. She hated hospitals and everything that was related to hospitals – the horrible smell, the blinding white walls, the lip nibbling of the patients and the unpleasant memories that chained her to the place.

She was wandering around for minutes, not knowing where to go to find solace. How could she find a shelter when she was her own enemy? When she was a ticking time bomb that could explode any minute? How could she remain calm and composed? How, how, how?

In the end, she decided to sit down on an abandoned bench near the Han River. Luckily, nobody was around, she was completely alone for the time being.

Joohyun sighed with relief and watched the crystal-clear water in its usual peace and tranquillity. Gosh, how much she wanted to have her old life back! She wasn’t the happiest person on Earth but she was fond of her ordinary life as a twenty-one-year-old college student. Now, everything was falling apart. Her life changed in a blink of an eye and the glass bead of her old self fell to the ground and scattered into tiny pieces. What was she supposed to do? Was she even able to fix anything? Or should she merely start a new life and accept her destiny? Be ready that worse was still yet to come?

She was so lost in thought that she could barely notice that someone sat down on the bench beside her. She didn’t look sideways but hoped that the stranger would leave soon. She was craving some time alone because she was terrified that she would hurt more people after her own sister. Yerim was in the hospital because she couldn’t control her power and it was the cruellest way to pay a price for having such an ominous ability. Freezing things was supposed to be fun, most people would think this way. However, unleashing powers by accident and striking your little sister in the heart is not fun at all. Joohyun almost died of shame and regret when Yerim collapsed in front of her. Her feelings were totally out of control and the more she was afraid to hurt her, the more pain she had caused.

Suddenly, the stranger got to his feet and Joohyun drew another sigh. Although she thought that he would leave, he started walking back and forth, right in front of her. She noticed that the young man wasn’t wearing shoes and had light clothes despite the chilly weather of an afternoon in November.

“I give up. She can’t see me.” He muttered in a low, manly tone which surprised Joohyun because she imagined a much more gentle and youthful voice to the odd-looking boy. He looked like an innocent teenager with his pale skin, blonde hair and shabby clothes but sounded like a grandpa. Was he dressed up as a character from an anime? Was he going to a roleplay?

Joohyun looked up from her intertwined hands, furrowing her eyebrows in question. She didn’t know if she should speak up or not but there’s no way the boy was talking about anyone else considering that they were the only two people around.

“Are you talking about me?” She inquired indignantly, tilting her head in contemplation.

To her surprise, her question almost scared the hell out of the boy. He visibly bounced a little as he realised that she was talking to him. He seemed to search for the right words to say as he hesitated for some seconds. Though those seconds were more than enough for her to check him out.

He was indeed a young guy, probably around the juvenile age of twenty yet there was something really peculiar about him. At first, Joohyun couldn’t pinpoint what it was, yet she almost facepalmed when she realized the most interesting feature about him. Apart from his bare feet, the most striking thing about this guy was his icy, ocean blue eyes. They were so cold and lifeless, stern like winter itself and deep like the Pacific Ocean. His eyes looked old like they kept hundreds of years of horror and wisdom in them. It was scary. Plus, why was everyone so fond of dying their hair almost-white-blonde these days?

“Look…” The boy started awkwardly as he ran a hand through his messy hair. There was an undoubtedly embarrassing pause after his sudden exclamation. “Me and my friend, Tooth−“ He continued quickly but bit his lower lip as said Tooth’s name out loud.

Joohyun gave him a frowning look, not sure who the hell was he and what on Earth he might have wanted from her. She was certain she had never ever seen anyone like him before. She would have remembered such an odd figure. He was already suspicious looking like a homeless kid, he didn’t have to mention a friend whose name was Tooth to make her regret her choice of striking a conversation with him.

Though the continuation was more than enough for her to make her move.

“So Hayoung and I saw what had happened.” The white-haired guy confessed absent-mindedly, shrugging like he was talking about his grocery list, not the fact that he and another person had seen what Joohyun could do with her unwanted power.

Bang. Saying that she was shocked would have been an understatement. She was thrilled, her heart almost missed a beat. But as soon as she got back to her senses, she jolted up and started running away from the boy as fast as she could. If he was going to hurt her, she could still use her power to stop him. Even though she didn’t exactly know how to control it, the guy probably didn’t know about this little detail.

“Please, let me explain it!” The boy shouted after her as he tried to catch up with her. Unbeknownst to her, he was much faster and appeared exactly in front of the terrified girl a second later. He looked like he was trying to plead but Joohyun had no time for solidarity, nor silly questioning. She needed to get away from him as soon as possible. If he knew something, she was up for no good.

That’s why she turned around right away and started walking in the opposite direction. Nevertheless, the boy was pretty fast, so he was by her side by the next second.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, okay?” She exclaimed furiously, furrowing her eyebrows in a not-so-subtle way. She was already on the edge due to the events a day before, so he wanted nothing else but to hide away from the world and herself. Yet, it seemed that if the accident wasn’t already enough, she also had to deal with a clingy stranger. “You can report it but I’m not going to jail.” She stated fervently, her voice shaking a bit.

The boy looked puzzled for a moment but still maintained the eye-contact, looking like the type who would examine her by looking fiercely into her eyes.

“No, you don’t get it. I’m just trying to help.” He raised his arms defensively, making an attempt to clear the tension in the air. The fierce sparks in his eyes proved that he was speaking the truth yet she couldn’t believe any stranger who witnessed what she was capable of. She knew the situation too well. I’m just trying to help. Sure. But was he even able to help her? Was there anyone out there who could help her?

“Oh yeah, sure.” Joohyun snorted way too mockingly. “By taking me to a mental institute or something like that? Or using me as a weapon for the government? No, thanks!” She grumbled angrily, rolling her eyes at the boy’s intentions.

She already felt the anger boiling up inside her and her heart rushing dull. As she noticed the frustration rushing through her body and uncomfortable chills running down her spine, she stiffly put her hands into her pocket. She didn’t want to strike the boy in the heart, even though he was kind of getting on her nerves. She wouldn’t be able to live with more blood on her hands.

“No, you really don’t−“

“I’m warning you!” She immediately cut him off because there was no use of listening to a weird stranger’s misinterpretation. Maybe that white-haired, icy eyed guy was crazier than ever. “Go away or I’ll use my power to make you!” She blurted out without giving much thought, yet she tried her best to sound as confident as possible.

However, the anime-like guy didn’t seem to take the threat too seriously. He raised one of his eyebrows in question and stated out of the blue:

“You can’t even control it!” He scoffed like he was belittling her power. Joohyun was taken aback by his behaviour. Who was he to talk so casually about something so mysterious and inexplicable? Who was he to know about such things? Was he a specialist in supernatural powers? Was he even aware of the seriousness of the whole situation? Or did he think that it was fun because it was only a game for him? If he attempted to piss her off, he definitely succeeded.

“What makes you think that? Are you a stalker or something?” She grunted at him, trying to scare him away. What if he was just toying with her to see if she was responding the way he wanted?

“Do you really want to know?” He snapped back, nervously massaging his temples. Oh Lord! No, obviously not, that’s why I asked! She glared at him, edgily gritting her teeth. What on Earth could he want from her?

“What? You know what? No, I don’t want to know. Just get lost for God’s sake!” She cried out in horror and was about to break down in front of that weirdo. After all, she was just a twenty-one-year-old girl who had previously discovered that she could freeze things and create icicles and snowflakes with her bare hands. Unfortunately, she couldn’t figure out how to use her powers safely. For starters, she hurt some innocent pedestrians who slipped on the frozen puddles which she had created when she was trying out her unknown abilities. After that, she hurt her own sister because she wasn’t able to control the explosions. It was too much for her at once. It hadn’t been even a week or so that she found out about her ability and she had already caused so much pain.

On top of that, there was that anime-like guy with his constant questioning who was slowly driving her crazy. Half of what he had said didn’t make any sense. Or at least, not to her and she was too tired to make an attempt to understand what he was trying to do with her.

“My name is Min Yoongi but most people know me as Jack Frost.” He announced flatly, looking incredibly bored like he had said the exact same introduction for the hundredth times already. He even yawned in annoyance!

Joohyun couldn’t have been more dumbfounded. Did he really expect to know any Min Yoongi? Let alone a so-called Jack Frost? Was he really going to a MondoCon as she assumed? Was Jack Frost an anime character?

“Well, it does ring a bell but I’m not sure. Are you a famous therapist?” Joohyun guessed with a shrug of her shoulder. That Yoongi guy was more than hurt by her response. He gasped like he was some world famous superstar that she hadn’t heard of. Oh please, she had enough drama to deal with lately, she didn’t need to deal with people like him.

“No.” He shook his head after he got over his sulking. “I’m a Guardian.”

“A what?” She yelped, trying hard not to laugh out loud. Yeah, sure, that boy was a guardian. But a guardian of what? The British Queen? And what was that supposed to do with his offer to help her?

“A Guardian.” He repeated impatiently, pronouncing the world slowly and clearly like he assumed that she was merely too stupid to know the meaning of the word. She rolled her eyes in response. “Along with Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, Sandman and Santa Claus. I believe I don’t have to introduce them but I’m the Guardian of Fun and I’m capable of manipulating ice and snow.” He added with a mischievous smile and Joohyun had to realize that this was the first time she saw him smiling. She couldn’t deny there was something far too attractive about the small curves of his lips but when she noticed she was staring at him, she shifted her gaze to the ground instead.

“So… you’re like me?” She whispered coyly instead of making a total idiot out of herself for gazing at him. There was an uncomfortable pause after her sudden question and when that Jack guy finally spoke, his voice came out hoarse.

“Well, we’re still not sure what are you and why do you have the ability to freeze things…” He suddenly stopped, probably not sure what to say but then, he cleared his throat and continued. “But yeah, we’re quite the same. Except that I’m more than 300 years old and exactly know how to control my power.”

Joohyun nearly fainted after the jaw-dropping confession. She had to close her eyes for a second to straighten her thoughts. It was too much for her. It was all too much. She wanted to reassure herself that all he said was a big, fat lie. There was not even a bloody person on Earth who could have been more than 300 years old! It was just too surreal and unbelievable. On the other hand, everything seemed to be possible after she had realised that she was able to freeze things and create snow. That seemed impossible a week before but now she had to come to terms with her newfound power and all its downhills.

“Prove it!” Joohyun spoke up abruptly, wanting to see for herself if he said the truth or lied the whole dawn time. “Show me what you can do!”

The Guardian didn’t seem to mind her request yet he carefully looked left and right before he reached his hand out and pointed at a puddle which slowly froze. If it wasn’t enough of an evidence, he walked one step closer and created tiny snowflakes above Joohyun’s head. She stared at him open-mouthed, not knowing what would be appropriate to say in such a situation. She was ready to confront him if he was bluffing but she wasn’t ready to face him if he told the truth for real.

“O-okay…” She murmured embarrassedly while looking into the boy’s eyes which were full of mischievous playfulness. He enjoyed it, she realised. He was capable of such an ominous thing and he was smiling! How could he to do that? To know that he can hurt others with his power? Still, he remained totally calm and reassuring. His eyes had these bright sparks which looked like little shooting stars hovering on the sky.

“Well, I know it’s a little too much but I’m really trying to help. Once, I was in your shoes and I know it’s not easy.” That Jack guy explained suddenly much more patient than ever, however Joohyun suddenly felt cornered. It was all too much at once. It was all too sudden.

“I don’t need help, guide whatsoever Frost−“ She said ironically, it was her way to defend her. She started building defensive walls around herself, so that no one would get in. After what had happened to Yerim, she knew she shouldn’t get close to anyone. She wanted to persuade herself that she didn’t need help but obviously she did. She was just too afraid and headstrong to admit it.

“Excuse me!” The boy looked puzzled after her sudden change of mind but at the same time he seemed more worked up because of his new nickname. Joohyun knew that she was probably too much but she was more than devastated by the fear that she could hurt him. She didn’t in the least intend to do so even though he was confusing her more than ever. But she really didn’t know how to deal with her power and that’s why she tried to push him away.

“I’m serious. Get lost!” She tried to dismiss him while she ruffled her hair in frustration but immediately put her hands back into her pocket. She was almost pleading because she didn’t want to take more shame and pain.

“You really want to learn the hard way?” The Jack guy looked at her, making his doubt clear. A half-knowing, half-confused look came into his eyes while his voice was full of clumsy fondness.

“You really don’t get it?” Joohyun yelled agitatedly, her voice slightly shaking. She couldn’t hold herself back, not anymore. Everything that happened to her in the previous weeks was weighing down on her and she wanted to shake off those painful memories so badly.

“I’m dangerous, I can hurt you. Well, I don’t want to but I still can. Look what happened to my sister! I didn’t want to hurt her but I freaked out and that thing just came out of my hands and it stroke her in the heart. And now she’s in the emergency room and doctors are still trying to save her life…” She freaked out, her whole body trembling with great fear. The sudden outburst wasn’t intended but under the pressure of the boy’s demanding gaze, she couldn’t help herself. She needed to let it out.

When your biggest enemy is your own mind, it’s hard to fight it. She also wanted to tell those voices in her head to shut up but they wouldn’t listen. So, she wanted to push him away before things get even more out of control.

“I appreciate your effort but it’s for your own sake. Believe me, you don’t want to be by my side.” Joohyun shook her head decisively but Jack looked persistent. He seemed more than confident, hands still tugged into his pockets, looking straight into her eyes.

“It’s up to me whether I would like to be by your side or not.” He declared stiffly and dropped a sigh in insecurity. Joohyun assumed that she scared him enough yet he didn’t show any sign of fear. He didn’t even budge.

The more she stared at him, the more her heart started to thump. She felt the blood running through her veins, the voices in her head screaming even louder and more furiously. Her hands began to shake. She couldn’t take it anymore; the fear overcame her confidence and before she could realise what she was doing, she defensively held her hands up in front of her face and felt the usual energy which came when creating something icy. Oh no!

She shifted her attention to the boy who was holding an icicle in his hands, eyes widened in both surprise and relief. Joohyun brought her hands to her mouth, not sure what to say or do. However, Jack Frost seemed perfectly calm and unharmed, thus he was the first to break the silence.

“You see, I can take care of myself.” He admitted with a smug grin, throwing away the already melting icicle. When their eyes met, his gaze wasn’t resentful, not even a little but her heart wasn’t at peace. Even though she didn’t hurt him this time, she could still have. “Come on! I’ll take you somewhere and teach you how to control your power.” He offered matter-of-factly but he didn’t even show sympathy or care. He was just a boy who tried to help but not even in the least intended to get emotionally closer to her. Well, that’s good for me, right? No emotions, no doubts.

Jack Frost reached his hand out to her and she only hesitated for a moment before she took it. When you think that you’re a monster, you feel that there’s no one whom you can trust. Not even yourself. So how you can trust someone who’s just as distant and cold-hearted as you are?

The answer is pretty easy: you can’t. But you still have to.

[charcolor]

Exorcism (Creep-P ft. Cyber Diva) Significance

creep-p talked about the significance of his song “exorcism” on his livestream on thursday and i think it’s really important to know about especially if you like the song so i wanted to make a transcript of what he said for anyone who missed the stream, it’s under the cut bc it’s a long story

TRIGGER WARNING FOR DOMESTIC ABUSE AND MENTIONS OF PEDOPHILIA

[...] so...I ended up having a meltdown. A huge meltdown, um, about someone trying to get, about someone who...really messed me up. And this person was constantly coming back in my head, so...I vented through lyrics, and I used Exorcism as the base. And next thing I know, I wrote lyrics to Exorcism, but they were a little different, so I tweaked them a little bit to be able to make them fit with the Exorcist theme. [...] So, now...I think the question still remains of, what is Exorcism even about? 

So this is where it’s gonna get a little dark. And by a little I mean very. Um, heh, this is the part I’m gonna cry at, so...before the stream, before anything...I didn’t want to...I didn’t want to go in blind. So...everything I’m gonna say has been confirmed since of, as of yesterday. Um...I’m gonna cry, like talking about this does make me cry, so...it’s fine, I understand, but people have to understand, like, how serious I am about Exorcism, like how much it means to me. Um...so, I got confirmed everything yesterday, by someone who was in the situation, or was around the situation when it was happening. Fuck, I’m like shaking...um, so...I am a survivor of a lot of domestic abuse. Um...moreso mental and sexual than physical. Um...I’m gonna be revealing a lot of information...so, bear with me...so...

When I was...um, sixteen...I was on a website called--it was a website, I used to be a roleplayer on there, and it was great. It wasn’t like MySpace, it was like something similar to MySpace, but...so I had met someone through there. Mind you, I’m still trying to figure out who I am...and I met someone who roleplayed a character I really liked. And...I had already been having issues...um, so, I’m talking to this person...and, we hit it off, relatively quick...so...I think you could finally figure out that this song is about this person, so... [...] For those who don’t know--well, so this happened about, so we’re in 2018...this happened about seven years ago, this happened about seven years ago. So I was sixteen. And...I felt very unattractive, I felt all, all this. So, then, of course me and this person hit it off. And...let’s just say, if they would’ve found out how old he was, he would have gone to jail. He...was...significantly older than I was. Um...was significantly older. And...so...there was a lot of things that happened, that I don’t wanna share on stream, mainly because it was a bit...mm. But...he lied, about...a lot of things, including... [He was interrupted by a really nice donation message and he started to cry.] 

So, um...so...um...I got out of the relationship, or, I thought I did. This person started making multiple accounts, and started to...stalk me. He was stalking me. I don’t know how long. It finally was made obvious to me it was him when I was talking to them and they started bringing him up a lot, and I realized that was him. And once I said, “I want nothing to do with this man, fuck him,” he stopped talking to me. He...messed up so much for me, that you guys don’t understand. The way I talk, and the way I talk about relationships, like you guys... [...] so much happened. And...so much has happened, and, um...later on...I get a lot of confirmation about a lot of the things, and...he had lied, about...a lot of things. He wasn’t who he really was, and I had never been so shocked in my entire life, I was seventeen when I realized who he was. I almost brought him to prom. I remember this, he asked me...he asked me, like, “oh...can I come, I wanna come, and go to your prom!” And I...was too nervous...and, I...I wasn’t, I told him, like, “I’m not sure if I’m going,” then we broke up and then I realized everything about this and I had never felt so relieved in my life that he doesn’t know my information or where I live. 

So...he lied...about such a significant amount of things that I couldn’t believe people lied about. He said he got in some motorcycle accident and was sent to ICU and the people I was talking to was his family. That wasn’t his family. He...he lied about being in ICU, being in an accident, and being so heavily...so heavily, like, medicated, he lied about all that. And now looking back at it now, it was really, like, why would you lie about that? Like, all of this, all of this is just like, why would you lie about any of this? [...] It gets worse. Um...he catfished me, he wasn’t who he was. I, to this day, do not know what he looks like. I don’t know what he looks like. I don’t wanna know what he looks like. I never wanna know what he looks like. Never. I don’t know if he goes by he, I don’t know if he goes by they, I don’t know anymore. I don’t know. And, I wanna stay, leave it that way. I don’t wanna know. 

And..it gets even worse from there, because...I’m a very forgiving person. Very forgiving. I could’ve forgave a lot. Catfishing, not so much, because it’s just like, why are you fucking catfishing, you’re dumb. Don’t, if you, if you end up finding who it is, don’t go to him. That’s it. 

God, this was the last thing, and it broke me...um, when I figured it out, I was...he...so, back then, I was very, I was a person who was really confident about his hair. I loved my hair so much, and I thought I had nice hair, which I did, I did have very nice hair! And I also was like a scene kid, so I was just like, I really liked having my hair. So...he, um...he lied, about something very serious. And this is the one thing I hope my friend didn’t, shouldn’t have confirmed for me, which was, um...he lied about having cancer. He lied, about having cancer. He lied...about who he was, he lied about everything. He lied about so much. He...he stalked me, he...almost had all my information, he lied about such serious things. 

And...so when I was having...the breakdown, about this whole situation...he...that whole situation was playing through my mind and I thought it was a nightmare. I didn’t want to deal with it again, so I wrote Exorcism. And that’s why Exorcism means so much to me. And then...like I said, like, the date even had a reason...today was the day that I thought he was gonna come back. I thought he was gonna come back because he’s still friends with someone I used to be friends with and once I figured that out I blocked them immediately. This was originally my Halloween upload...and then...and then, like, that happened, and as a way of retaliation...I was like, I don’t want him near me get him away from me get him away form me, like, I don’t want him near me. I don’t want him near me, tell him to get the fuck away from me. I...was so dissociated and freaking out, like, you can ask every single one of my friends, two years ago I was freaking out over this. 

And then I uploaded Exorcism, right away...and then everyone had such a positive reaction to Exorcism...people don’t understand how much that meant to me...people didn’t understand how much that meant to me...I thought everyone was gonna hate it! I thought everybody was gonna hate it! And it ended up being one of my, one of the most beloved songs that I’ve ever written and I can’t say thank you enough! Thank you so much! Thank you! It validated so much for me, like you guys just don’t understand...you guys don’t understand how much that validated everything that I’ve done, everything that I went through and everything that...I stood for, and no one understands how much, when I saw, that people really like Exorcism, and...I had never been...so messed up over a situation...and to have fucking, like...a huge community back me up and be like, no, like, we love this song, we love you, we...you guys have no idea how much it meant to me. It’s currently at 3.2 million views, and I’m still in shock, I think, like, every day, like, I don’t deserve this amount of attention for this one song. And...the fact that this got so much attention...that, that got me all the way fucked up. It got me all the way fucked up, and people don’t understand, still, like, “why’s Exorcism so much to you?” It’s because it was about someone who fucked up my life! 

There was so much I couldn’t do! I was so scared of relationships, shit, I’m still scared of the one I’m in, not because, the person I’m with is a horrible person, he’s an amazing person...but I don’t want a repeat! I’m so scared, every day! And...so...before, um...so, October eighteenth, was originally just any one normal day, but the minute i knew he was gonna come back, that was...my day of retaliation, my day of “you’re not getting near me again, you’re nowhere getting near me again,” and I know for a fact he knows about this song, and he knows this is about him, and I want to let him know fuck you, I hate you, I want you beat, I want you to be so far into the ground. I want you to stay away from me. There’s so much that this man has done, and I don’t want him anywhere near me. The minute I find him, the minute I know who is he, who he is, and if he’s near me, we’re throwing rounds! We’re throwing rounds! 

That’s why i speak up for so many people who have been abused, and I feel so bad for so, for so many people that I haven’t spoken up for, because I could’ve made some type of difference, because if I didn’t speak my dumb ass up the time I did, I might’ve been in the same situation I was, seven years ago. [...] And...whenever people say...whenever people say...they were abused, or they were this and they were that, you gotta listen to them. You need to listen to them. You need to listen to them. There’s no, why, there’s no way in hell, this is not something people want, this is not something people want, it’s not. But what i do want is to let y’all know, hey! Stop! Stop! Listen to the person that’s freaking out! Why are they freaking out? Listen to the people who have been abused, listen to those people. There’s obviously a reason why they’re freaking out over this one person, there’s a reason. And I messed up so many times and I was the person who didn’t listen.

[necrokittytales]

Necrokitty Tales: Trouble in Inkwell Isle (Chapter 6)

Authors’ note: Remember, Necrida’s writing will be in italics and SPKC’s writing with be regular font.If you have no idea what this roleplaying thing is, you can start from the beginning here.

Amber made a turn in the vents and swore as she came to a dead end. She was absolutely lost. The vents all looked the same and she was getting really confused on where she was. She started scampering back only to all down a sharp drop. She stifled the gasp of surprise and landed on her feet. She tried to climb back up but the vent was too smooth for her to climb back up.

She froze at the sound of voices and turned around. Straight ahead was the opening to the other room. She crept silently until she could press her little nose against the grate to see what was inside. She spotted the meteorologist and that grumpy flower. Huh, she didn’t think those two would be hanging out.

She swore to herself again. She couldn’t go back out the way she came which meant she had to go forward. She looked up at the now partially open dome and noticed a couple rafters. If she could just climb up there, she could sneak out through the hole between the glass and the dome shield. Then she’d be scott free.

She got to work on unscrewing the vent, as silent as a mouse.

–

Hilda admired the look on his face, her plan worked perfectly! He wasn’t angry anymore and now their friendship was strengthened thanks to her little pot-cup-thingy. “ Yeah, you’re a big grumpy dandelion now.” Her eyes passed to his hands who were carefully handling the present. Her thoughts were starting to mix again… the distant giggle of Gemini reverberated in her head. She stopped staring at Cagney and tried to focus on the stars. Venus was starting to be more visible shining with a golden light. “Hey, we can almost see Venus.”

She laid down comfortably between some pillows.

He watched  Hilda adjust herself on the blankets and pillows before realizing he had been insulted. “Hey,” he protested. “Well, I might be a big grumpy dandelion but you’re a…”

A determined sky witch.

A fiercely intelligent woman.

A beautiful sylph of the sky.

None-none of those were insults. Shit. He yawned instead, thankfully for real, allowing him to leave the rest of that insult to disappear into the air.

He cleared his throat. He should really ask about sleeping arrangements. Would it be weird if he asked about sleeping arrangements? It would probably be weird. Why was this weird now? Was it weird because she had given him some very thoughtful gifts without too much sass? That she set up this whole room as an apology? That they were under the stars? They had fallen asleep under the stars in the field before but never inside. With a bed. And privacy.

Maybe he should just try to lie down near her. Not next to her. Just near her. The thought of lying down next to her made his petals curl slightly. But then again, what if he lied down and she gave him a weird look. Oh, that would be even worse. Maybe he should just bite the bullet and ask.

“Uh, so, uh, there’s no dirt in the pot, so did you want me to uh…you know?”

Hilda chuckled when Cagney finished his insult with a yawn. After his question she blushed and looked at him confused.  “Did I wanted you to what?… Oh!” She finally understood that Cagney was asking for a sleepover and not for what she was imagining “You can totally stay here tonight, I mean, bed is pretty much made” She laughed nervously. What was wrong with her today?

Crap. It didn’t look Hilda had actually planned for him to sleep here at all. But…she did just say he could. That was good, right? “I don’t have to if you don’t want.” He tried to phrase it differently, “Don’t get me wrong, I want to sleep with you, but if you weren’t planning on it-” He stopped midspeech. “I mean, not sleep with you like that, not saying you’re not attractive or whatever and I wouldn’t not do it, just, I. Wouldn’t. Mind. Sleeping. Next. To. You,” he punctuated those last words, hoping it would make sense.

The constellations in her head got all riled up at the prospect of sleeping with Cagney in a ‘mature’ way. Hilda kept them under control and decided it was time to cut down the weird tension that was obviously building up for some reason. She seriously started to consider she might have gone a bit overboard with her surprise.

She frowned at the plant with a smirk in her face.

“Jeez Cags… How about you shut your fly trap and lay down already!” She patted the floor next to her. “We’re gonna miss Venus.”

–

They didn’t make vent grates like they used to. Amber finally managed to finish unscrewing the last panel before she quietly removed the cover and tucked it behind her. It looked like there was cloth on the walls. She could climb that easy. She started to sharpen her claws and readjust the two stolen goods in her bag that threatened to spill out.

–

“Alright, alright. I’m lying down already, ya stubborn blimp,” he managed. Cagney carefully laid down next to her, initially making sure his foliage wasn’t touching her. But he had to adjust himself quite a few times and by the time he got comfortable, he was definitely touching her. Not too much, but he was aware that his leaves were definitely against several parts of her body.

He gave up trying to readjust himself further. He was the only one making this weird. He relaxed as he looked up at the stars. It really was quite nice here.  “So, Venus. Goddess of love. Big yellow planet? Tell me science stuff about it.”

Hilda’s smile widened while the giant flower tried over and over to accommodate next to her.

“Well…Venus is also known as the Earth’s sister planet. They have almost the same diameter and Venus  mass is—OH MY FUCKING GOD!” She stood up and stumbled over Cagney when she wanted to reach the door.

He was just thinking about how nice she would feel if he was able to press into her a little bit more but at the sound of her explanation suddenly turning into a shriek, his heart stopped in his chest.

Cagney’s eyes widened. “What?! What did I do?!” He called after her.

–

Amber nearly lost her grip at the woman suddenly screaming and only the fact that she had the rest of her paws latched onto the canvas along the walls prevented her from falling and exposing herself. This was getting risky.

–

Hilda run through the door cursing loudly and made her way to the kitchen.

A black cloud greeted her when she opened the door.

“Oh! Shitshitshit!” She turned off the oven and opened a window. She grabbed a piece of cloth and took out her coal looking cupcakes. She stared at them sadly “Fuck.”

–

Cagney watched Hilda leave the room before he buried his face in his hands. “Get it together, ya dumb weed,” he argued with himself. “This is literally something you’ve been wanting to do your whole life. Don’t blow it.” He pulled his fingers off his face and stared up at the sky only to blink in confusion. It looked like there was something hanging from the wall. He peered at it closer. “What the hell is that? Is that a person?” He cupped his hands. “Hey!”

The shout startled Amber enough for that she missed the next notch to cling to it and slipped from her canvas perch. She fell but quickly readjusted herself so she could land on all fours and landed nimbly. She looked up to see herself face to face with a very confused large flower. Her satchel popped open with the impact and out fell the weird spaceman thing she had picked up. It skidded across the ground until it landed near a large flower pot. “Oh shit.”

Cagney’s eyes followed the object and he recognized it as one of Hilda’s displays. His eyes narrowed as they went back to the cat. “Thought you could just come in and steal from Hilda, huh?”

The cat hesitated. “Yes?” She squeaked and darted to the side, barely dodging a large swing of his limbs. Cagney attempted to dig his roots into the ground to grab her only to wince as the roots collided with the wood floor. Right. He was indoors. No access to the soil here.

Didn’t mean he didn’t have a trick up his stem. And by trick, he meant acorn seeds.

Amber breathed a sigh of relief from behind her cover of the big pot. She spotted the heavy metal thing near something equally small and tried to go around to grab it, only for her to dart back to her hiding spot - barely missed by a rocketing acorn seed. She felt the pot shake with the force of wind of the projectile and realized if that hit her, it would be game over. She stuck a paw out blindly and grabbed the item and shoved it in her satchel without another look. She eyed the wall. If she made a mad dash for the wall.

But there’s no way she’d make it to the wall. She could hear the flower approaching and suddenly decided on a distraction. Before he could nab her, she pushed the pot roughly, sending it shaking back and forth dangerously.

Cagney’s eyes widened as the big pot nearly tipped over and quickly reached out to cushion its fall before it could hit the hard floor. He breathed a sigh of relief but looked up, furious and another acorn in hand.

Amber was so close to the gap between the glass and the dome. She spotted the carnation taking aim and realized her treasures weren’t going to be much if she was in jail. And one treasure was better than none! She reached into her satchel and chucked the telescope at him. He dropped the acorn and managed to catch the relic before it could smash to the ground. She just reached the edge when her back paw became tangled within the canvas cloth, leaving her dangling right below the dome’s glass lens. Amber struggled with a desperate whine, like a fly caught in a spider’s web.

–

Hilda decided to improvise. She made a cake-like sandwich with a layers of bread and raspberry jam and lit a used birthday candle before walking back to the projection room.

“Haaappy biirthdaaay tooo–” she stopped at the door of the room at the sight of Cagney aiming at her glass dome.

“What the…?” Her eyes widened.

Cagney grinned evilly and placed the telescope down. “Looks like you ran out of lives, cat,” he chuckled quietly. And with that he chucked the acorn as hard as he could at the cat. However, with one last panicked pull, the cat pulled free and slipped through the crack and out of the observatory. Cagney’s eyes widened as his acorn now shot toward the glass. “No, no no no no! SHIT!” He gasped, staring up at the glass.

The acorn slammed into the glass and fell to the ground. For a moment, nothing happened and Cagney breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh man, that was cl-.” A loud crack spread out from the impact spot of the acorn. Cagney cringed but when nothing more happened, he relaxed and looked up. “Well at least the glass is still up there.”

The glass fully schismed and shattered, sending large pieces thundering down toward him. He managed a leap to safety just as the large chunks of glass came crashing down, obliterating the large pot with one final, horrifying smash.

Hilda couldn’t believe her eyes. Did Cagney just destroy her glass dome? She stood there with wide eyes and her jaw dropped holding the sandwich-cake like an idiot.

“What. The. FUCK!?” That last word sounded like a thunder. The woman’s eyes lightly starting to glow.

Cagney didn’t even have to look to know how angry Hilda suddenly was. He could feel it. He turned toward her frantically. There was a legitimate chance of her murdering him. “Hilda! I know this looks bad but I can explain!!!”

He pointed up. “There was this cat and it had some of your stuff and it was running away and I tried to hit it but it moved last second and…I…” He looked up. The cat was not there. He paled.

Hilda closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She looked at him very serious.

“Get out.” She said controlling the urge of turning into Taurus and run him over.

Cagney gaped at her before narrowing his eyes. “Are you serious right now?”

Taurus was getting stronger in her mind.

“GET OUT!” She shouted with another thunder sound.

Cagney realized she was serious. Deadly serious. He bristled angrily and stomped toward the entrance. If she said one more word, he was going to say exactly what he thought of all of this.

As the carnation passed by her Hilda looked at her plate, still frowning. All the work she put on this… ruined at a catastrophic level! How she was going to pay for a new dome? She grinded her teeth blinded by rage.

“ Hey Cagney!” She called him out.

That did it. He turned around, teeth sharp. “What?!”

Hilda threw the sandwich-cake right to his face.

“Happy birthday! ” She yelled, eyes glowing vividly.

Cagney saw red and it wasn’t from Hilda. He wiped the cake from his face and decided this was it. His roots desperately sought soil now and he had just barely touched them to the dirt at the front door when they practically drilled down into the Earth.

He turned around, sharp thorns covering his entire stem and arms, and loomed over Hilda. His manic eyes looked down at her with such loathing and contempt that it was almost poisonous.

“Happy Birthday, huh?” He snarled, his voice deep and warped, “You stupid, selfish husk of weather balloon. I should crush your traitorous little body in my coils.”

He emphasized that point by wrapping around  nearby tree and splitting it in half with a fierce squeeze. But that didn’t make him feel any better. It just made him feel angrier. “I can’t believe I even considered you a friend, much less anything more, you psychotic witch.”

The hateful language flowed freely now. There was no censor in this form. “If you didn’t believe me about the burglary, then believe this.” He leaned down so he could look her dead in the eyes. “I never want to see you again.”

Even full of rage, she stepped back at the view of Cagney turning into his monstrous form. Her rage immediately vanished as he crushed a tree with his vines. ´Holy shit´ said all the voices in her head -including hers-. She´ve never seen Cagney this angry before. Maybe she overreacted a little.

Cagney was getting closer and closer to her, she kept backing up until she felt the a wall on her back. That stare he gave to her, accompanied by those words make her freeze. Did he really just say that? The pain she felt was way too strong to bear it. So she turned it into hate.

Was he seriously giving her shit after breaking her dome? Inventing a stupid excuse for his clumsiness. After the lovely night she organised just for him!? ´Fuck this´ Taurus took over her mind… and body. Her eyes lighted strongly turning into stars, her body changed to a cloudy mist and in a few seconds she was Taurus.

“Then let me poke your eyes out!” She thrust angry towards him lowering her head and aiming for his stem.

Cagney knew two things about Taurus. One, the constellation was incredibly powerful and you had to be exceedingly careful about how you approached it. And two, its blind rage could make it a very easy target.

As soon as the bull was in striking range, a flurry of vines broke from the ground and wrapped around the charging constellation, suspending it in air. Cagney grit his teeth and smiled maliciously as he began to squeeze, feeling the air forced out of the creature of the sky. He almost continued but stop at the pained cry.

He remembered Hilda, and all the nice things she had ever done. How much it meant that she smiled and talked with him. That he enjoyed their time together even after gambling his soul. Is this how it really was going to end?

He sighed, despite every monstrous plant fiber urging him to finish the job, and released her, letting the semi conscious constellation drop to the ground with a thud.

“Bye, Hilda,” he managed to grit through his teeth before submerging underground.

Taurus turned back to a coughing Hilda trying to recover some air. She stared at the hole on the ground for a few seconds and rolled on her back. Softly, she lifted a shaky hand and rubbed her aching ribs.

Venus was shining beautifully, it felt like it was mocking her.  After seeing her friend like this, the broken dome didn’t seem like a big deal at all. Her eyes filled with tears but she was to stubborn to let them go. She gulp like trying to swallow her guilt and wiped her eyes.

She laid there a few minutes before painfully standing up and  and going home. She will have to think something very big for her friend to forgive her.

–

Cagney resubmerged in his field and collapsed to the ground with a bitter, pained howl. He gnashed his teeth, angry regret hitting him instantly. He wanted nothing more to go back, to check on her but there was no going back from that.

He broke the dome. The DOME. To stop some two bit criminal from taking things that yeah Hilda would have liked to keep, but ultimately would have rather lost. Anything but the dome. To even get it built had been a massive undertaking, having to carefully plan with Djimmi and Grim to even get the specs, heat and sand together. She stayed up for weeks to get it so she could share her love of space.

But to then turn on her. Because she kicked him out and threw cake at him? Because she didn’t believe him which he had to admit would sound like a rather flimsy reason if he hadn’t been there himself? Turning on her was unforgivable. There was absolutely no going back from that. He looked up and saw Venus. He sniffled. “That really is pretty,” his warped voice admitted. He clung to his tree for support, feeling wretched and now, truly alone. He swallowed the bile in his throat and continued to watch the sky until exhaustion mercifully took him.

–

Amber didn’t stop running until she was safely within the reaches of her own home. She panted heavily. She needed a shower and a drink after all of this. She placed her satchel on the table and stopped as it made an odd clunking noise. She turned around and open the satchel before reaching in to pull out her spaceman.

Except it wasn’t a spaceman. Instead she was holding a small clay pot. Crap. She must have grabbed this by mistake. It was definitely homemade judging by the imperfections and lack of holes. And it was worth literally nothing. Amber considered tossing it but decided against it, instead putting it in her kitchen and putting some apples in it. She wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do with it, but for now, it looked like it was happy enough to hold the apples.

She quickly groomed and settled in for the night. She could have sworn she heard glass breaking when she jumped off the observatory. She wondered what broke. Probably a mirror or something. That’s like 7 years bad luck. But still could be worse. He could have hit something really important.

[daisyxflanagan]

cops and robbers - gage & daisy

WHO: Daisy Flanagan & Gage Pierce ( @piercing-gage )

WHEN: Wednesday 24th October

WHERE: Playroom, Lime Heights Institute

WHAT: Gage and Daisy have planned a scene involving roleplay, briefly covered in their Switch 101 class in which Gage is a police officer and catches Daisy, a street walker, looking for potential clients.

CLASSES COVERED: Switch 101.

Gage

Gage was looking forward to this scene the most. The last few days he spent working on his impact play or his rewards and punishment scenes but this one? This one was different. Daisy had initially requested impact play as well, but later changed her mind and asked to do a roleplay instead. After a short discussion, they came up with a cop/criminal scene and Gage was thrilled. Putting on a button up shirt and tie and a pair of slacks, Gage grabbed his handcuffs and made his way downstairs to look for his fellow switch.

Daisy

This was a scene she was excited for. They'd be exploring some roleplaying as well as some light bondage, given what they were roleplaying and she couldn't wait. Daisy had dressed simply; a short black dress that'd be easy for Gage to get into, so to speak, no underwear to prove her role, and wearing her long hair was down and natural. They'd agreed he would 'find' her wandering around, as though looking to make some quick cash by walking the streets, and she'd play the role well. Daisy heard footsteps and glance around a corner, smirking when she saw it was Gage, wearing a shirt and tie, and she turned her expression into something innocent, beaming at him. "Good evening, officer," she said politely. "Lovely evening for a stroll, isn't it?"

Gage

Gage felt his cock harden at the sight of the redhead. The dress hugged all her curves nicely and if he assumed correctly, she was wearing nothing underneath said dress, exciting him even more. Walking up to her, he schooled his expression, raising one eyebrow as she spoke. “Yes. Yes it is. Though, I’m not really sure what a lovely young lady such as yourself is doing in these parts. Have you got anything to say for yourself?”

Daisy

His expression told Daisy everything she needed to know. He approved of her outfit. She beamed at him at the words and leaned against a nearby wall. Her gaze moved from him, out over the campus grounds and sighed, as though fed up. "I don't know what you want me to say, officer," she said in mock sadness, shaking her head. "I'm out simply taking in the sights and enjoying myself. That's not a crime, is it? I'm looking to make some friends."

Gage

Gage hummed as though he was pretending to believe her. Leaning his hand against the wall above her head, he leaned into her, very flirtatious. “Oh yeah? What kind of friends are you looking to make. Maybe I can help out” he husked out, his eyes becoming slightly darker in lust as he spoke.

Daisy

Daisy felt him lean closer and brought her gaze back to him, an eyebrow raised. They were closer than she'd have expected but she couldn't help but smirk at him, standing up a little straighter. "Really, officer? You know I'm out here to make some money. Are you telling me that a good, law-abiding policeman would willingly sleep with someone who's walking the streets for cash?" She asked, shaking her head in mock amusement. "I'm sure you could help out if you wanted to."

Gage

Gage grinned as she spoke. "You see, you just actually helped me tremendously" he said as he reached around and grabbed his pair of handcuffs. "You just incriminated yourself and I didn't have to do a dang thing" he said before grabbing her wrist and spinning her around, pushing her against the wall slightly. "You're under arrest Miss, for prostitution" he said as he cuffed her hands behind her. "You're coming with me" he said as he pulled her away from the wall and began to lead her back towards his dorm.

Daisy

Daisy gasped when she was turned and pushed against the ball, her hands cuffed behind her back. She pretended to struggle against him, letting out a slight whimper as he spoke. This was what they'd planned, of course, and her only way out of it was going to be giving Gage what he wanted. But she remained in character, protesting and fighting the whole way back to his dorm. "You can't arrest me! You have no proof that's what I was doing! How do you know I was even being serious? It's called a joke." She continued the entire walk up to the dorm and it was only when they arrived in Gage's room that she fell silent, looking up at him and shifting on her feet. "Now what?"

Gage

Gage remained silent on the way back to his dorm, letting her protest and argue all she wanted. Once they were back in the dorm, he looked down at her at the question. "Well, we have two options. I could book you right now and you'd have to go to trial and possibly end up with probation or even jail time" he mused as he began to pace slowly in front of her. "Or..." he said stopping directly in front of her and reaching down with his hand to grip his cock above his pants. "You can put that mouth to good use and show me how good you really are"

Daisy

Daisy looked at him, her eyes wide and listened. His pacing made her nervous and she bit her lip as she waited. "Are you serious?" She said, almost scathingly as she took half a step back from him, hands still handcuffed behind her back. "So it's either jail or suck your cock?" Daisy glanced down at where he was gripping and bit her lip at the outline of his length. She said nothing and dropped to her knees, looking up at him and waiting for him to free himself. She couldn't use her hands, after all. "You promise you won't book me if I do this? I don't want to get into trouble... I'm only nineteen."

Gage

Watching the girl drop to her knees brought a large grin to Gage's face. Unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, Gage pulled out his mostly erect cock, only pulling his pants down enough to give her access to it. "No one will know and you'll be free to go once we're done" he said and he casually stroked his cock. "But you gotta earn it, so let's see it" he said, as he placed his cock in front of the girls lips.

Daisy

Daisy watched as he freed himself from his pants and gave a quiet groan. She shifted in her position on the floor, knees already aching from the position. But she didn't care. She nodded at his words, leaning forwards to take the head of his length in her mouth, teasing at him with her tongue. Usually when she did this she had her hands free so she could stroke what her mouth was unable to reach. But this time she didn't so Daisy knew she had to work extra hard to make Gage feel good. She slowly took more of him between her lips, until she could feel him pressed to the back of her throat, though he wasn't fully in her yet, and began to bob her head, keeping her eyes fixed on him as she moved.

Gage

Gage groaned as the girl started working on his cock, teasing his the head before taking as much as she could all at once. He did his best to not just start fucking her face. Instead he threaded his fingers in her head and gently scratched the back of her scalp. “Fuck yeah. Just like that you whore” he husked out.

Daisy

Daisy whimpered around him as he tangled his fingers in her hair, looking up at him again. She wanted him to feel good, that was what this scene was about after all, but she wanted to stay in character as much as possible too. So her expression was blank, almost scared, as she worked over him, groaning softly at the insults he fired at her, nodding her head - as best as she could - in agreement. Her hands clenched into fists a little from where they were still behind her back and she pressed her legs tighter together, clearly getting aroused from doing this. But Daisy didn't let her movements falter. She knew she was good at this and wanted to prove it to Gage, closing her eyes for a moment as she moved.

Gage

Gage looked down at the girl on her knees in front of him. Her eyes were full of lust and the fists behind her in the handcuffs didn’t get past him. She was doing a wonderful job and he could easily cum just from her blowjob alone. But he didn’t want that. So after a few moments, He pulled out and reached down to pull her off her knees before bending her over the counter next to them and reaching between her legs he kicked apart to find her core extremely wet. “You really are a slut aren’t you? Getting turned on by sucking off a cop” he husked out in her ear

Daisy

Daisy was pulled to her feet roughly and bent over the counter, her chest pressed flat against it. Her hands were still clenched into fists behind her back and she turned her head to watch as he kicked her feet apart and brought a hand between her legs. "Y-Yes, Sir," she whispered, taking a deep, steadying breath. Her dress barely covered her ass and she knew if she shifted too much, it'd rise up and expose her core to the other Switch. So she stayed still, holding her breath as she waited to see what he was going to do next.

Gage

Gage ran two fingers up and down her slick center, gathering up her juices on her fingers. “You thought a nice little blow job was gonna be enough to let you go free?” he growled out as one of his fingers ran along her clit, a smirk planting itself across his lips as he felt the girl shutter.

Daisy

Daisy shuddered beneath him when he let his fingers run over her slit, squirming a little beneath him without meaning to. She knew her dress was rising up and exposing her, showing off her pink core. "I h-hoped," Daisy mumbled, looking up at him with wide eyes. "W-What are you going to do to me? You promise if I do this, officer, you'll let me go and I won't get into trouble?" She asked, tugging at the handcuffs a little and biting her lip.

Gage

Gage chuckled at the innocent look across her face. Looking down to see her dress rise up even more, exposing her beautiful ass, Gage licked his lips. “Just consider this another job you slut. You’re payment, instead of cash, is going to be your freedom” he said as he reached into his pockets and unlocked the handcuffs. “Now. Let’s see how good of a whore you are” he said as her arms were let free. Reaching down, he flipped up her dress and ran the head of his cock between her wet folds. “Look at you. Already to go aren’t you slut?”

Daisy

Daisy let out a whimper at his words and gasped when her wrists were released rom the handcuffs, bringing her hands forward so she could hold herself up a little more. Gage was pulling her dress up, exposing her completely and she moaned a little at the feel of his cock pressing against her, shivering slightly. "Y-Yes, Sir, I am," she whispered, looking back at him. "I'm wet for you, I'm all ready to go."

Gage

Gage looked up and caught her eye and a low moan came from inside of him. Her lustful eyes were on display, completely breaking the scene showing him exactly how much she wanted this. Looking back down, Gage lined up his cock again before slowly pushing himself all the way inside the girl. “Fuck, you’re so fucken tight you whore” he groaned out, doing his best to stay in character. Quickly undoing his tie, Gage pulled the shirt off himself leaving him in his pants only, displaying his abs to the girl as she looked over her shoulder.

Daisy

Daisy couldn't stop the low moan from ripping from her throat as he pushed all the way inside her, clenching around him. He was big and it was true, she was tight, and she could feel him everywhere. But god, he felt good. Daisy let out another groan as he stripped his shirt off, giving an appreciative smile. "You look gorgeous," she mumbled, biting her lip and letting her legs fall open a little wider, hands gripping at the edge of the counter. "You g-gonna fuck me, officer? Show me how terrible I am?"

Gage

Gage smirked at the change of tone she had. Winking at the girl he slowly pulled out. “Now there’s the good little whore I wanted to see” he said before pushing back into her and beginning a steady rhythm of in and out in and out. He gripped at her hips, moaning as he looked down and watched her core swallow his dick whole.

Daisy

Daisy's cheeks turned slightly pink at the words but she nodded at him and gripped at the counter harder than before. The grip on her hips was tight and Daisy moaned loudly as he began to thrust in and out of her. She clenched around him and brought her head up a little so she could see him properly, biting her lip. It felt good, she had to admit. It was filthy, raw, and she reached down for the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head and letting it fall to the ground, so she was completely naked for the other man.

Gage

The undressing of the girl in front of him was unexpected but definitely not unwanted. The girl was absolutely beautiful and the moan of appreciation was not held back. “You fucken slut. Just can’t keep your clothes on can you?” he growled out before pulling out completely and turning her around before picking her up lining himself back up before thrusting inside of her again. “There. Now I can see how much of a slut you really are” he said as he used the counter to help keep her steady.

Daisy

Daisy shook her head at his words, grinning a little. They were playing the scene well and she was thoroughly enjoying herself. But then he'd pulled out, leaving her empty and wanting, and picked her up. Her whole weight was in his arms and her hands came back, as though to hold herself steady as she wrapped her legs around him. Gage was thrusting into her again and Daisy let her head fall back in a moan, a hand coming to slowly circle her flit. "Y-Yes! Yes, Sir, you can see how much of a slut I am. Moaning for you. I'm so wet for you, Sir, g-god." Daisy let her eyes close for a moment, tightening her grip on Gage as he moved.

Gage

Gage was fighting a losing battle at this point as his orgasm quickly built at seeing the girl in front of him. “I’m gonna pump you full of my cum before I send you on your way. Then you can walk the streets looking for your clients with my cum running down your leg” he growled out, his hold tightening around her ass. “Fuck you better cum before I do you slut. Or else you’ll have to find someone else to do it for you”

Daisy

Daisy nodded at him, still moaning loudly as he moved inside of her. His grip was tight and she was lost in the pleasure, her fingers working harder over her clit. "Y-Yes, Sir," Daisy mumbled, opening her eyes and looking up at him, smiling. She'd felt close for a while and she wanted to cum, but she didn't want to without permission, not really. But Daisy couldn't hold back and she arched her back a little as her fingers moved. And within minutes, her orgasm had hit and she was moaning loudly, clenching around Gage as he fucked into her, gripping at the hand on her hips tightly.

Gage

Gage kept his grip tight as he focused on what he was doing. He could tell the girl was close and so he did everything in his willpower to hold off his orgasm as long as possible. He was extremely thankful when she came though and the tightening around his cock was just enough to push him over the edge. “Ropes and ropes of cum squirted into her core, mixing with her own juices as a loud moan came from his throat.

Daisy

Gage's grip was tight and his thrusts were harsh as he chased his orgasm. All Daisy could do was moan and squirm beneath him, her body trembling slightly. She felt when his own release hit and he came deep inside of her, making her blush a little. She slumped down against the counter, breathing heavily as they both came down from their high.

Gage

After a moment, Gage lifted her a little, allowing his cock to slip out of her core, and placed her in the counter. “You did well whore. You’re free to go” he said breathily as he stuffed his cock back into his pants.

Daisy

Daisy gasped when she was set down and he pulled out. She watched him tuck himself away and reached for her dress, slipping it over her body again so she was covered up. Daisy was still breathing heavily and pressed her legs together but didn't say anything immediately. Their scene was over, she knew that. "Do... do you want me to leave, Gage?"

Gage

Gage looked over at the girl. No way in hell did he actually want her to leave but the scene is over. “The scene has ended. Do you need anything?” he asked. “I would be very okay if you stayed but I don’t want to stay if you don’t feel comfortable doing so.”

Daisy

"N-No, I don't need anything," Daisy said, shifting a little uncomfortably from where she could feel his release and have a nervous smile. "I want sure if you were serious when you said I was free to go, that's all. I know some people don't like to hang out after a scene. And I didn't know what kind of person you are with it, you know?"

Gage

Gage smiled and ran a hand through his hair. “You’re my only scene for the day. I have no plans now. Do you want to order in some dinner?”

Daisy

Daisy nodded at him, tugging her dress down a little more. "Yeah, we can order some. Do you mind if I grab a shower? I mean, you can even join me if you want," she added with a laugh, running a hand through her own hair.

Gage

Smirking at the girl, Gage waved his hand towards the room. “A shower together sounds great” he said before following her to the bathroom.

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Congratulations, El, on your acceptance as your OC Gwendolyn Lysander.  I’ll admit to having my reservations about Gwedolyn, but talking to you I have had them laid to rest and I can’t wait to see how you build her and break our hearts with your crazy, broken, lonely little girl, what developments you have in store for her, and how you weave her into the story of the RP. Thank you for your patience waiting for acceptance. Now, make her blog and submit it to the main so you can get her on the dash!

Out of Character Information

Name/Alias: El.

Preferred Pronoun: They/Them. Age: 18. Timezone: NZT, GMT+12. Activity Level: Very active - at LEAST 4 replies a day.

How did you find the RP (new members): I already have Madison, and I found it through a promo.

Original Character Information:

Desired Character: Gwendolyn Lysander.

Face Claim: Elle Fanning.

School Functions: She never attended school, being homeschooled.

Character’s Sexuality: Pansexual.

Why do you believe this will be a good character in this specific roleplay? She’s utterly crazy, unpredictable and living in her own little fantasy world that's Gwendolyn has build for herself in her head. It’ll be very interesting to see someone who Azkaban has broken entirely, interact with others in the group.

Gwendolyn Lysander is eighteen years old, a murderer/criminal and was formerly home schooled.

                                              ❝There’s a fine line between genius and insanity, I have erased this line.

↳ MAGIC

Gwendolyn’s magic is very, very unstable and also incredibly strong in these accidental fits. She was once able to control this power due to the fact that she was a dedicated and gifted student who studied her powers and her family took precautions to keep her away from other people. She was brilliant at most spells she attempted and still is, but is much more unpredictable and wild with them and has developed a love for dark magic and the unforgivable curses. Her patronus is a Lemur.

↳ BACKSTORY

Gwendolyn’s story starts with her mother’s death. She didn’t realise this until she turned five, when her father lost it and finally told her why he hated Gwen, which ended up with a whole lot of self-hatred and pain that the small girl had to experience. Although she was a child, she knew more than most average adults do in their life time but lacked social skills and the maturity to be able to communicate and use her knowledge.

Being homeschooled by tutors of the finest quality but never leaving home made Gwen very aware early on in her life that she would never have friends. So she made some of her own. Making a fantasy world in her head, house elves would find her laughing to herself as she wrote pages and pages of spells, stories, poems and any other writings. These were burned by her father later that year, and so Gwen found better hiding spaces.

When Gwendolyn was fifteen, she killed her father, stepmother, siblings and everyone else in the house at the time, all with dark magic and her element. They say that when the Aurors found her at the scene, she was sitting in a blood red dress with a genuine smile on her face. People theorise that there was sexual abuse in the household, and one day she simply went insane.

After the capture, she was sentenced to a life imprisonment in Azkaban. It was in her cell where she made her imaginary friends almost real, and so she made her own form of reality where she was in a world in which everything was good and perfect. During these times she was slowly slipping more and more into insanity, becoming lost in her little world. Eventually, when Gwen slipped back into reality somehow, she was confronted with the truth and her power became out of control due to how upset she was, thus helping with the break out of Azkaban.

Currently Gwen is watching the world from the sidelines at the side of Jon, on the run from Aurors and going in between what is real and what is not while she lives in a state of insanity. Due to the fact that Jon broke her out, she feels a sense of loyalty towards him and is content to stay by his side, carrying out whatever he asks her to do. She’s convinced he’s her first true friend.

↳ PERSONALITY TRAITS

» {+ positives} Genius, Determined, Dedicated, Passionate.

» {- negatives} Insane, Angry, Cruel, Cunning, Jealous, Impatient.

↳ BASICS

» blood status: Halfblood. Her father is a pureblood.

» elemental power: Air.

» affinity level: Huge affinity + very studious but not anymore.

» date of birth: 1st of May.

» wand: Maple, 11 inches, Phoenix hair, supple.

» faceclaim: Elle Fanning.

Gwendolyn Lysander IS PLAYED BY El.

The cell was dark, like a permanent shadow was cast upon the world itself. A hole was in the ceiling, small, but if you focused enough, it was visible. Blood soaked rags patterned across her floor, the bars keeping her madness contained within the small space. It was as if they feared her power, her insanity, and that was how Gwendolyn liked it. A guard had been stationed outside her room at all times, incase her element ever became too unstable, and she found it most enjoyable to tease them although they were rude enough to never reply to her taunts.

A room and a jail cell held no difference to her, considering the reality she’d been imprisoned for her entire life be it in her room or in her current abode. But this wasn’t what was going through Gwendolyn’s mind, no, she was lying on the ground and counting the little drops of red starlight, for in her blue eyes she saw that the sky was dripping blood. To her, it was beautiful. It was her perfect world.

Whispers swarmed around her head, circling her neck and creating a symphony that she could see, that she could touch and change as she wished. That was until the voice broke her music.

“Hey, you alright in there?”

She stared at the man for what must’ve seemed like an eternity before screaming, tangling her hands in the once pure blond locks, and ripping at them. Smashing her head against the wall, tears streamed down from her eyes down onto her filthy face. It was cold, so cold here and it was killing her. No matter how much Gwendolyn wanted to be in her little world, she’d always have these annoyances that ruined it. So what was the solution in her head? Kill all of these guards… There Aurors. That was her plan. The nice man said he’d help her escape, and she’d serve him as much as he wanted. They’d be friends, she’d have her first ever friend.

“One little piggy… Two little piggies…” The soft words were followed by a giggle and a sigh. Shutting her heavy eyelids, Gwen retreated into her exquisite world, imagining the freedom of dancing and loving, it was so close yet so far away. But she’d grasp it, even if it was just for a few seconds before death.

Gwendolyn would reach her perfect place.

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Speedy App

Canon Character Application Form

Roleplayer’s name: Fe

Age: 20

Gender: Gal

Predicted average weekly activity level: I should be able to meet the requirements of all characters, but occasionally, if my schedule is particularly busy I will have to prioritize replies based on who’s needed most. In those cases, I will make sure I do at least one reply per character that week. I am almost always online if anyone needs me ooc. I’m a student, so occasionally if I have some crazy amount of assignments I may have to take a short hiatus.

Time zone: Eastern

Anything else you want us to know?:

iM SO HYPE

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Character’s superhero/villain name: Speedy, may change in the future

Character’s civilian name: Roy Harper

Alignment: Superhero. He can walk the line of antihero if pushed hard enough.

Affiliated with: Formerly Titans East. Speedy now considers himself to have ‘graduated’ the Titans, and has pursued a more solo career.

Age: 18, almost 19

Physical characteristics: Speedy is tall, with a slew of red hair carefully styled on his head, which he heavily prides himself in. He’s rather fit, with muscles particularly evident in his arms due to being a skilled archer. He’s known for his condescending smirk, and chiseled jaw.

Personality traits: Roy is, well, a bit of an asshole, but he generally means well. He fights for what is right, on a broad scale (he’ll happily take down criminals, for example), but his remarks can border on offensive (or sexist), and he’s not always the brightest. He usually doesn’t mean to, but his words can unknowingly cause harm. It may take a bit of correcting from his friends for him to change his bad habits. He is a bit selfish, and tends to think highly of himself. Roy is in the process of finding himself, and is not always as upbeat as he once was. He can be hot-headed, rather stubborn, and moody at times. He also can be immature, although he would never consider himself as such.

Having reached adulthood, he thinks he is much more mature than any of the Titans who are still ‘children’ (he even thinks he is more of an adult than the Titans that are his age). He likes to poke fun at his friends, and often has a witty or sarcastic zinger ready. He however, does not always take criticism in return too well. He also likes to make jokes, usually at the expense of others. Roy is a big flirt, and always has his eyes out for beautiful women (and the occasional guy). In that department, he does not always respect women as much as he ought to, and this gets him into trouble.

Special abilities: Speedy is an excellent archer that can easily hit most targets. In addition, he is fairly tech-savy, and has designed a multitude of trick-arrows. And does either beautiful hair or seduction skills count?

Character history:

Roy Harper’s father was a ranger in a forest that bordered Navajo reservation lands and was killed in a forest fire, leaving 3 year old Roy orphaned. A medicine man of the name Brave Bow took Roy in after the young boy wandered onto the reservation lands. Brave Bow trained Roy to be a superb archer and was Roy’s caretaker until his death 5 years later. Then, Roy was adopted by Oliver Queen and became the Green Arrow’s sidekick under the name Speedy. At age 13, Roy helped found the original Teen Titans with Dick, Wally, Garth, and Donna, but they were too young to lead their own team and it disbanded fairly quickly.

For a while, he returned to his role of Green Arrow’s sidekick until Roy decided to part ways with his mentor to become a solo hero (not unlike a few other teen superheroes at that time). Teen Titans East was later formed with Speedy as a core member when he was 16. Speedy remained a member of the team for over 2 years, but towards the end began continuously clashing with Bumblebee, the team’s leader.

Roy had different ideas for the team, and being told what to do frustrated him; it reminded him of his times as Green Arrow’s sidekick. Speedy not only had disagreements with Bumblebee, but he started to feel that the Titans were child’s play compared to other super heroes, and decided to become a solo-hero not associated from the Titans. He has turned in his communicator, but in the age of technology he can usually be contacted if needed. He remains in close touch with Aqualad, and Robin particularly. He has had some interactions with the Justice League, but they are not interested in adding him to their team. Roy now pursues criminals on his own, but sometimes assists the Titans if he’s around or needed. He has also contacted the Titans on occasion for assistance with a mission.

He goes wherever the wind takes him, and has currently found himself in Jump City. While obviously this is an area with Titans, Roy had noticed an increased amount of crime in the city and has come to help out. Roy additionally feels more comfortable with interacting with Titans West than his own former team of Titans East, and often visits the Tower. He is especially fond of some of the newer inhabitants of the Tower, which has been an extra incentive for visiting.

Place of residence: A little bit of everywhere, but right now Jump City. Lately can often be found bumming on the couch at Titans West Tower.

Other:

In-character writing sample :

Roy rolled his eyes under his mask at the villains remarks, and responded to him by launching an explosive trick-arrow at the man. Roy was becoming particularly irritated now, and wanted to put an end to this exchange. It seemed like villains these days were coming up with even worse one-liners than ever before. Sometimes, Speedy didn’t mind a bit of a playful back-and-forth with a criminal (especially if they were a pretty lady), but there had to be decent enough material to actually work with. And the evil-doers in Jump just weren’t up to the comedic standards that Roy was used to. It was just another thing that made Roy feel like he didn’t quite belong on the West Coast.

The man laughed; the plain-looking arrow had hit a few feet to the right of him, and he evidently assumed that Speedy had missed. 3… 2… 1… The small explosion hit, knocking the masked man over, and now Roy was the one chuckling. Being a newer face in town, many of the local goons genuinely did not understand that there was more than meets the eye with his arrows.

The villain coughed from the smoke, and shot his own weapon at Speedy. Roy quickly dodged, but he felt a breeze ruffle his hair.

“Hey, watch it!” he accused as he flung an ice-arrow at the man. The criminal tried to scurry away, but the arrow almost immediately caused ice to travel up his body, quite literally freezing him in his place. “That’s what happens to people who fuck with my hair. You’re headed to jail now, bud.”

Other questions:

Why are you interested in joining TTRPG? More specifically, why do you want to roleplay this character?

I’ve played Speedy for two different groups, and I adore playing such an annoying jerk of a character. He’s a lot of fun, and has such great interactions with other characters. I’m looking forward to portraying a version of his character that draws from a later issue of the TTGO comics, as well as other DCU media: a Speedy that feels as if he has out-grown the Titans, and wants to do his own thing. However, Speedy will find that it’s a lot harder to cut ties than he’d imagined, and will get dragged into much of the same shenanigans as before, except with a different perspective. 

If your character is not part of a Titans team:

In what ways do you foresee your character interacting with the Titans and other characters? Speedy has parted ways with Titans East (and the Titans as a whole) not too long ago, so he will try to avoid his old team and distance himself from the Titans label itself. However, most of his bad blood was specifically with Titans East, so he is comfortable enough interacting with the other Titans on occasion. He still considers many of them his friends, and generally has no problem helping with something if he’s around. He is currently staying in Jump City, where there has been an increase of crime, so there is ample opportunity to interact with Titans West and anyone else in the area. Sometimes he directly collabs with Titans West, and other times he simply shows up at the same mission by coincidence.

However, his attitude has shifted a bit now that he has gone solo, and he is not always the most enjoyable to be working with. He often thinks he has the best way to go about missions, and will try to lead when it is not his place to do so, so there may be some butting of heads.

Depending on how the main plot evolves, Speedy could potentially rejoin the Titans in the future.

Do you have any ideas regarding how your character will be introduced to any of the other characters or what characters they will frequently be interacting with?

I think it will just be known to most other characters that Speedy is just sort-of hanging around Jump City, and that he’s gone solo, so they won’t be surprised if he ends up tagging along on missions or just showing up at Titans Tower. I’m sure some of the characters will gladly give him shit about how he’s solo, yet still hanging around, though. I think that Speedy will end up interacting a lot with Titans West, at least until we get a bigger cast of characters. As soon as we get more characters, I’d like to have him branch out to develop closer relationships with them, especially with ones he hadn’t really interacted with in canon.

I’d also like to see him take on villains by himself, or even hanging around some villains (hello Kitten).

I look forward to him interacting with Ravager for sure, since they’re both such interesting characters. I would also like him to have some interactions with Terra (or clone!Terra) as soon as she gets more established into Titans West. I’m not sure how that will work since I play both of those characters, but I’ll make it work. I’m not above roleplaying with myself.

I’m hoping we get a Cheshire, because I would love to have spicy, dramatic interactions between those two. I’m also not opposed to having some crack-ish ships like KittenxSpeedy either >.>

[zippdementia]

Part 78 Alignment May Vary: Transition

This is the continuing saga of three (sometimes hapless) adventurers who are beginning to find out they are part of a greater story, one that began eons ago and one that will shape the destiny of the entire world of Toril. In today’s post, we begin to move towards the end of our current story arc and the beginning of the final chapter of our game. But we’ve still got some business to take care of first...

Last time, our players were left on the brink of entering Stardock, so named because it is literally built into an asteroid floating in space. Perfect for our setting! Now, here’s the thing... coming into Stardock, they are in a funny position. They’ve restored most of their hitpoints and Imoaza has her spell slots back. They have several health potions. But they are also missing a team member, Milosh, whose whereabouts are unknown after his capture by the Githyanki. And they have been warned that a mighty brood of Red Dragons patrols Stardock. Their chances of success in a fight are minimal.

So that leaves sneaking around. Imoaza still has a Githyanki soul trapped from the last battle and now she questions it, asking what the best route to the prisoners is (their intentions are to get them and get out... they don’t plan on dealing with Al’Chaia). The answer she gets is honest, but also a little uncertain. One way will take them through a rarely occupied part of Stardock but then into a training center. The other takes them through the usually occupied mess hall. Both choices may lead to sneaking or, failing that, a fight. Ultimately the heroes chose to go through the training center.

There’s some good moments on the way to the center. The ambiance gets set really well: they start on the edge of a dragon’s lair and can feel the heat emanating all around them. They are terrified that any moment they will come across the dragon! As they leave the dragon’s lair, things get cooler and darker and eventually they trade the tension of the heat for the mystery of cold, abandoned caverns. At one point, while wandering through a rocky cavern, a strange floating eye pops up out of nowhere, observes them for a moment, and then disappears as rapidly and mysteriously as it came. They have no idea what that means, but figure it can’t be good. At another point, there’s a moment of humor, when Carrick finds a secret door in the floor of a cavern and tries to lift it... forgetting he’s standing on it (the result of a critical failure in the strength roll).

But eventually they come to the training center, find it VERY occupied (7 or 8 Gith warriors are here, training), and have to decide what to do. They end up coming up with a plan to use a mixture of the Mindflayer’s mind blast skill and Imoaza’s summoned Cthulian darkness to blind and entrap as many of the combatants as possible, then hopefully take down the stragglers and get through the room. It’s not a bad plan, but it doesn’t go off well, thanks to some poor rolling on their part and some great rolling on my part.

This leads to a mighty mess of a confrontation that takes up most of the session. Githyanki are leaping out of Hadar’s darkness while tentacles reach for them and try to pull them back in. They use jump to latch onto handholds on the walls and ceilings and from there leap to attack the players. Imoaza is using her eldritch blasts to knock them back into the pool of darkness, where they are pulled, screaming, to their deaths. The Mind Flayer levitates around the room, trying to eat brains and blast minds, but ends up rolling so poorly he is pretty much just an extra target for the Githyanki to focus on instead of the players. Carrick wades into battle and takes down two of the Githyanki before being surrounded and struck down himself. Imoaza can’t seem to summon Drosselgreymer: every time she tries, the Rod of Storms leaps into her hands instead and eventually, frustrated, she unleashes its potential, blasting the arena with lightning and thunder. There is a great moment when two more combatants enter the fray, powerful Gith magic users, but the door they enter through leads directly into Hadar’s Darkness and they spend a couple rounds getting slammed around in there before they break free.

Ultimately, the situation doesn’t look good: Carrick is stable, but unconscious. Marky the Mind Flayer is set upon by an injured Githyanki knight, who finally chops his head off. Imoaza is pinned to a wall by the telekinesis of the Gith magic users (one of whom is invisible) and two Gith are descending on her with the intent to knock her unconscious and take her prisoner. The players are badly outnumbered despite their good plan!

The way this fight progresses is part of D&D’s unpredictability and that’s not bad, but there are a few things I have taken from the combat to improve in the future. Let me cover those before I get to the conclusion of the fight.

Improving Combat

The combat we have this session is epic and less one sided than the players think... but the perception that it is one sided is a problem, and when this happens in a game it almost always comes from miscommunications between the players and the GM. In this case, there are several things that don’t get communicated well:

This room has many straw dummies in it, spread around and big enough they could potentially be used for cover or lit on fire for a distraction. I only mention the straw stuffing once, and so the players don’t connect the description of this to a potential tactic. I’m also not clear about where they stand around the room.

The Gith are training in full armor and weapons. The players don’t realize this and when I mention the straw dummies wield wooden staffs (another hint that fire could be good here), they think I’m talking about the Gith. So they aren’t that afraid of darting into the middle of them!

The Githyanki are totally surprised by the players, and while they react quickly due to their training and battle expertise, they are afraid for most of the combat.

The ultimate lesson is to be clear, to be OVERLY clear. Players won’t always ask questions, even if you encourage them to (as I usually do) because they may not have any questions, but that doesn’t mean the picture in their head matches yours. Describe everything TWICE, lay out potential plans to illustrate the scenario (but don’t spoon feed the players ideas of what you want them to do), and make sure the players know their options. I talked about this a bit on a recent episode of Adventurous Appetizers, that knowing their options is what keeps players from feeling frustrated at the outcome of a fight. In this case, they felt a little frustrated because they didn’t fully understand the scenario and so, even though their plan was a good (if poorly rolled) one, they felt a little cheated out of the opportunity to enact other plans which maybe they would have used instead if they better understood the situation.

Similarly, throughout the combat, I could have made things seem more frenzied for the opponents: if they had been screaming in fear and confusion or crying out that this might be the first wave of a larger attack (as they probably feared it was), it would have highlighted how well the players did against the odds and even given them a chance to roleplay during combat, maybe using intimidation to increase the enemy’s fear and halt their good tactics. I hate missing roleplaying opportunities but combat is an easy place to do so what with everything else going on and you having to use the other side of your brain to do all the logistics. I’m always trying to remind myself to roleplay during battle. Easier with 20/20 hindsight having had a few weeks to think over the combat though.

The other thing I could have changed is lowered the difficulty of the room on the fly by giving the Gith the wooden staves the players thought they had, but I didn’t realize this was what the players thought until combat was over and they asked about it. This one is their fault, though, as I said a number of times during the fight that the Githyanki had blades and if the players had mentioned it early in the combat, I probably would have changed that, or at least given them a chance to use an inspiration point to put that into effect (tangent: I’m allowing inspiration points now to change the story slightly for things that have no rules, like knocking Githyanki off perches and into the tentacles of Hadar). 

I wanted to post these notes because these are all helpful hints for DMs and good notes for me for next time! Still, at the moment, we have a TPK on our hands and we need to give the players a way out of it.

Ah! New Information!

At the beginning of this session, I took Milosh aside and we went back in time before the short rest to roleplay a little interrogation scene between him and Al’Chaia, whom he is brought before as a prisoner. Milosh ends up being a pretty hilarious prisoner. He takes things so literally and has so little ability to deceive or lie that Al’Chaia quickly dismisses him as a threat and instead tries to entice him to work with her. She wants him to free the prisoner, Ezria, and "escape” with him, at least to the point where he opens a portal to the Githzerai homeworld, at which point she intends to step in, kill or recapture Ezria, and secure the portal for her own uses. In return, she offers to take him to the homeworld of the Gith, where he can speak to their queen, peruse their libraries, and learn more about the Surveyors who built him.

Milosh agrees, but just to be sure he stays honest, Al’Chaia gives him a scrying crystal, allowing her to know where he is at all times. She doesn’t tell him what it does, but she warns him not to discard it. Milosh suspects its true purpose, and agrees to carry it. Then, Al’Chaia sends him to the jail cells, where he awaits Ezria, who is currently being mentally tortured in a vain attempt to get information out of him.

What Al’Chaia doesn’t tell Milosh is that she is using the time that Ezria is being tortured to set a trap: she summons the Great Mother Dragon of her brood (insert unpronounceable dragon name) and connects the crystal to her, with instructions to hover outside the asteroid wherever the crystal is and be prepared to use her spell of passwall to enter and attack if the crystal is discarded or the portal is opened. She also knows that the portal can only be opened in “weaker” space, a place where the fabric of time and space is weak enough to pierce and travel through. The one place this is is at the entrance to Stardock. So she goes there to wait, with two young red dragons and a platoon of Githyanki. She tells the other Githyanki not to fight the robotic Milosh and Ezria, but she doesn’t give them the same instructions about any other intruders. These she says “kill on sight.” She knows those intruders are there, but she figures the less companions Milosh has, the more likely he is to adhere to the plan.

Side note: in retrospect it would have been fun if there was a secondary place that the players discover on Stardock where the veil is weak and could be pierced, but I think it would have disrupted the pace we set for the mission. But a good thought for a future playthrough of Stardock.

All of this culminates in Milosh using a key Al’Chaia gave him to free Ezria and join the fight just as things look hopeless. Milosh darts into the training room and begins firing his mega-buster gunarm at the Gith wizards while Ezria unleashes the fury of a Githzerai monk against his enemies.

Then things get complicated. Milosh also freed two Mindflayers as he sped out of the prisons. This infuriates Ezria, but Milos h manages to convince him to stick to the mission and think of them as tools to use against his enemies. This goes against everything Ezria believes, but the Githzerai is wounded, exhausted from multiple psychic tortures, and terrified of the Githyanki gaining access to his homeworld. So he tentatively agrees.

This alliance is tested further still when the Mindflayers burst in upon the room and immediately set upon one of the injured Gith wizards, pulling her down and cracking open her skull to feast on her brains. Ezria’s most inner instincts tell him to fight now, to turn on the Mindflayers, and in a blind rage he nearly does so, with Milosh desperately begging him not to give in to his rage but to let the other Gith kill these Mindflayers, or come back later with an army of Githzerai. Only one set of words finally gets through to Ezria: “It is not the warrior’s way to lose the war just to win one battle.” With this, Ezria finally tears himself from the horendous death of his distant kin and joins Milosh in fleeing through the trapdoor, Imoaza and Carrick close behind (Imoaza killed the Githyanki knight who was dragging Carrick’s body away and revived him during the action with the Mindflayers).

As they come up through the trapdoor, they halt for a moment to heal each other and cast haste spells to let them speed through the dungeon. Then Milosh makes a mistake: he throws away Al’Chaia’s crystal.

Immediately there is a roar and the mother dragon appears in the room with them, blocking the exit. But the three race away, using haste to bypass her and tear down the final hallway to their exit. The mother dragon sends a blast of fire after them, a blast that severely wounds Ezria, nearly killing him, barely catches Carrick, and...

... kills Imoaza, who fails her dodge rolls.

Only, Milosh’s player asks if he can spend an inspiration point and change the story, intentionally failing his roll and throwing himself in the way of the blast. This sounds super appropriate to the story and they have one last inspiration so we allow it and Milosh takes incredible damage, his armor and outer layer melting, giving him a permanent -2 to Charisma, and leaving him looking like something out of Terminator. But he survives and Imoaza survives and the three race on!

But then they come to the Stardock portal and find Al’Chaia and her forces waiting for her. She opens her mouth to speak and Milosh launches a volley of arrows at her and her crew. Taking advantage of the distraction, Ezria opens the portal underneath the party. He turns to join them and gasps as a knife hits him in the back: a poisoned blade thrown by Al’Chaia with perfect precision. His life force fading, he knows that he still needs to protect the portal from being kept open by Al’Chaia and her Gith. So he leaps in and makes the ultimate sacrifice: he spends his life force to close the portal behind him. And because he gave his whole soul to do this last dead, he arrives back in his homeworld dead, unable to be raised by the powers of the Gith.

A Short Rest

The players get a long rest, courtesy of the Githzerai, who are grateful for their heroic actions in returning to them one of their one. The players sleep in the strange Githzerai world set in the Limbo in between space and time. They recover and they dream.

In fact, they dream the same dream, all three of them, of a statue of a woman, set in a garden surrounded by people making love. The love making turns violent and the people begin tearing at each other’s flesh, though still crying out in ecstasy, while the statue of the woman slowly changes its expression into a smile.

Only Imoaza, schooled as she is in dark magic, recognizes the dream as more than just a fancy or an effect of being in the strange environment of Limbo. There is a lingering of magic, almost like a suntan or a burn, left on her aura which tells her that she inadvertently touched powerful magic in her dream last night. This means something has contacted them, or brushed up against their sleeping minds. The thought perturbs her, but she keeps it to herself, not accustomed to having companions to help her think through her problems.

The three are taken back to their ship by the Githzerai and deposited on the bridge, while the Gith go to the reactor core to power up their crystal and send them, finally, home to Toril. How long has it been? In player time, seven months since they fought the Mind Flayer space marine that launched them into space. In game time... well, that is less certain. Knick Knack and Immerstal have given them impression that hundreds of years may have gone by on Toril in their absence. Only Milosh is not disturbed by the thought: “Ah! I have been asleep for hundreds of years already. A few hundred more will not hurt as long as the prophecy is still unfulfilled.”

But they have little time to contemplate or celebrate. As Krisp congratulates them on a job well done, Carrick notices something bareling towards the bridge from between asteroids. It looks like...

“It’s a ship!” he cries out, moments before it slams into the bridge and everything goes crazy.

Family Matters

Crashing through the bridge is a familiar gunship: it belongs to Hecate, Imoaza wayward daughter who has hunted her since Imoaza joined the party. Unsuccessfully hunted, I should add. Hecate has been a difficult encounter to design. As a boss encounter, she has had to walk a fine line between being not strong enough to TPK a party while being strong enough to withstand their brutal attacks. You would think that the answer here would be high HP and AC with maybe a low but consistent damage output, or having her use special abilities to target group weaknesses.

And yeah, you wouldn’t be wrong. That’s pretty much the basis for any Hecate fight. The funny thing is how inconsistent it is in practice, but then that’s pretty much been the take away of this entire post. D&D is unpredictable, unstable. It is not linear story telling: it is improv theater.

For a brief recap, here are all the various scenarios the party has encountered Hecate in and a basic rundown of how they were designed and how they went:

Encounter 1: Mountainside This encounter took place on the mountain path on the way to the Fane of Tiamet right after the Red Hand campaign. Here, I used Maralith statistics for Hecate, with the snake body option, and gave her a special sword that could cut through space, allowing her to basically dimension door/misty step in and out of combat. She was accompanied by a group of Yuan Ti and their Broodguards. The thought was that the multitude of enemies would make the combat harder. It didn’t. Imoaza and Aldric decimated the group enemies, while Carrick provided a nice unhittable target for them with his high AC. It was pretty much a disaster for Hecate, but gave me ideas of how to run future fights. Basically, everything needed an upgrade.

Encounter 2: Hell’s Tavern This encounter took place in the City of Ghosts, with a new and improved bounty hunter verison of Hecate. She had lost her blade, but she had gained a gun arm. I basically upgraded her to a mix of Orthon stats (Mordenkainen’s Tome) and the Marilith States, with some multi-attack thrown in to allow her to be competitive in the action economy. She also fought alongside an acidic troll. This was probably the most balanced fight the players had against Hecate and it took them using all sorts of tricks to beat her, leading to a tense and prolonged encounter which almost killed the party.

Encounter 3: Gunship This was the most interesting fight, as Hecate fought the players from her gunship while they controlled the demon train. I don’t know how balanced the fight was because it didn’t really use in book statistics but was more fluid with some of the moves and attacks being designed on the fly to fit the situation, but it didn’t really matter because it was heavy on spectacle, with the emphasis being on all the cool shit both sides could do to each other and how epic the whole thing felt. When Hecate’s ship went down in the desert, that didn’t feel surprising, but it didn’t feel unsatisfying, either.

This new fight with Hecate is supposed to focus on a few new things: one, she has Blackrazor at full power. Two, she has legendary actions. Three, she still has access to her gunship’s weapons (limited). And four, there is an environmental challenge based on the bridge depressurizing and also something... else. These black portals keep appearing in the bridge during the fight, sucking everything they touch into nothingness.

The fight ends up not going the way I expected. I expected it to be a challenge, maybe too much of a challenge I was afraid. Hecate is most interested in fighting Imoaza alone but of course Imoaza doesn’t go for that (much to the rage of Hecate) and the team takes her on as one. Even this was a little unexpected, as I thought some of the group would be held back by obstacles.

See, first thing that happens is Tinia and other magic users rush forward to secure the bridge from the pull of outer space, using their magics to erect a force field between the bridge and the vast expanse caused by the crash of the gunship. When they do, a number of heavy objects that were being pulled towards the void drop suddenly. One, a Fiona droid, slams into Carrick, knocking him down. A heavy computer bank crushes Milosh (he rolls a critical fail), trapping him underneath. Only Imoaza escapes the carnage, rolling exceptionally well and leaping across various objects to land in front of the gunship and taunt her daughter to come down and fight.

So for a moment, I think this is going to be a one on one fight, which I hadn’t anticipated but awesome! So Hecate uses her gunship to lay down suppressing fire in a line of plasma blasts behind Imoaza, turning this into an arena. But no: I forget how many movement options higher level characters have. Carrick misty steps away from an encroaching black portal and right past the plasma and Milosh misty steps out from under the heavy computer banks and rushes through the plasma, taking damage, but emerging with enough health to feel comfortable closing with Hecate. Within a round, Hecate takes something like a hundred points of damage from their combined onslaught. She uses some of her legendary actions to try and fight back, but bad rolls screw her over. The one thing she gets off is she uses a charm attack on Milosh and she convinces him to target Carrick, whom she says murdered the real surveyor. Milosh turns to attack Carrick. Meanwhile a black portal opens up underneath Imoaza and it looks like this fight is going to end up between Hecate, Carrick, and a charmed Milosh. But then Imoaza uses the group’s last inspiration to try and change the story. She tells me what she wants to do, and I declare a strength contest: not Imoaza’s strong suit, and something Hecate’s pretty good at.

And Hecate rolls a 3. Hah!

Imoaza leapt over a swing from Blackrazor. “You let Aldric die!” the sword screamed. “I was supposed to kill him!” Imoaza would have landed back on the floor of the bridge, but it was suddenly gone, sucked away into a black portal that yawned underneath her. So instead she landed on Hecate, gripping her daughter’s shoulders, their faces mere inches from each other. Hecate hissed. “You were never one of us,” she said. “You stole our weapon so that you could play pretend.”

“No,” Imoaza answered. “I stole the weapon because you weren’t worthy of it.”

Then she swung around to Hecate’s back and pushed off, leaping backwards and sending her daughter screaming into the pit.

And with that, the fight is over. That’s actually suitably awesome, and I love the way the fight ends before it really begins. Still, seeing how badly the fight went for Hecate even before this move, there are a few things I would do differently here in retrospect to make the fight better:

Give Hecate some better armor. I needed to bump her AC up a bit to make her harder to hit, something she totally would have thought to do after her last fight with the players. Oops.

Bring along some minions! Why oh why didn’t I have the ship launch little mechs into the arena or have Hecate hack some of the Fiona units? I can’t believe I missed a chance to have androids fight!

Have Hecate hang back. Yeah, I know Blackrazor is a close range weapon, but she should have known to fight this smarter. Hang back, keep range, use her gun arm to disable opponents and her charm to take over Milosh, then move in for the kill.

Overall, I think this would have made for a far more tactically interesting fight, with Milosh charmed and fighting Carrick and a couple of androids distracting Imoaza while Hecate moved around using range and occasionally closing in for a strong attack. With the players having had a long rest, I think they could have handled this and it would have been a more tense and memorable fight (maybe even with the same ending, which would have been even more impactful, if it interrupted Hecate in the middle of kicking butt). Sorry, players. But hey, maybe you’ll get a chance for a better one in the future.

In any case, the fight ends but the players still have dangers to face. Portals are opening up all over the bridge! Carrick is sucked into one, and Milosh dives in after him, using his grappling hook arm to attach to Hecate’s gunship. When he doesn’t emerge, Imoaza sighs and slides down the grappling steel wire after him.

Home...?

Darkness, and sound. Wind whistling might be how some would describe it, but it would be a kindness the wind didn’t deserve. This wind was howling, howling madly like a tortured thing. Milosh activates his eyes to see that he is in a hut of stone with a single heavy blanket forming a door that is flapping in the raging wind. His grappling hook has retracted, though he doesn’t know when that happened. In fact, he doesn’t know the when of anything. How long has he been... asleep? Is that the right word?

When Milosh eventually pushes past the blanket, he finds himself in another world. A world of grey and white, surrounded by shadows. Snow and sleet rains down upon them, picked up and spun into a flurry by the howling wind. Others are here, too, humanoids that seem to be preparing to leave on a journey. Wagons are being packed and hitched to mules. Provisions are being packed. There is a mighty fire that people huddle around, though others are preparing to dump buckets of snow and ice to put out the flames. Among the people huddled for warmth Milosh spots Imoaza and Carrick.

Their experience is the same as his: they remember entering the portal but nothing since. They do not know where they are, so Milosh grabs a passing man, a man with a weatherworn face and a thick beard with grey at its edges, and asks him where they are.

“Torill,” he barks. “Along the sword coast, on the pilgrimage.”

This has the players reeling. The Sword Coast in the Forgotten Realms?! The world they’ll been trying to return to for... well... for a long time.

“Pilgrimage to what?” Milosh asks. 

At this the man scowls.

“You’ve forgotten our lady?!”

“We’ve forgotten many things,” Imoaza says quickly and the man softens.

“I shouldn’t have judged, I’m sorry. The affliction takes us all in different ways but, ah gods, to have forgotten her ladyship you must truly be miserable. Here, you are on your way with the rest of us pilgrims to see the goddess Eshebala, so that she may claim our spirits and usher us into her bright kingdom away from all this suffering.”

Eshebala... Milosh searches his databanks and realizes he does know the lady Eshebala. In his time (which admittedly was centuries ago) she was already an old goddess, worshipped by lovers and would-be lovers for her power to recognize and bring true lovers together, and as a fertility goddess. But Imoaza also knows Eshebala, only she knows her as a Goddess of horror and despair, a dark name shunned even by the hardiest warlocks, for she is known as a being incapable of granting any power excepting that of wild uncontrollable chaos, whose own followers she has forsaken and to whom she grants no gifts or insight, except the gift and insight of madness.

Still, with nowhere else to go, the players join the procession, learning that the pilgrimage ends in Baldur’s Gate and that they are as of yet eleven days away from their destination. And that’s where we shall leave them for now.

[fearlesshades]

D&D Stories

@charlesoberonn asked for fun stories from Dungeons and Dragons so here are some of the best from the group I'm in right now. (There's eight of us and we are currently in 3 different campaigns so there's a lot of shenanigans.)

(Under read more because wow so much shenanigans it got way longer than I thought it would)

First Campaign:

This party consists of: a pyrophobic elven druid, a dragonborn sorcerer (pyromancer), a dwarven fighter, a half-elf warlock, a half-orc paladin, a changeling bard, a human ranger (me) and her Tibetan Mastiff, Pup.

We met our dwarf after he had pissed off an evil wizard and was teleported away, where he dropped on top of a table in the beginning tavern.

We met our warlock when he was completely naked

He had clothes. They were in his bag. He didn’t remember why he was naked.

Upon being confronted by a cultist asking after the gem we had just found in a mine, our sorcerer responds with, “What’s a gem?”

The time we were all being slaughtered by dragon wormlings (no spell slots between the 7 party members, four AOEs at our faces) and the dragons kidnapped our paladin to carry him to the top of the tower and our bard got to second base with a god

So we had already been in this tower and we had looked through the trapdoor in the ceiling. After seeing the BBG’s crest in the sky a la Dark Mark with bats pouring out of its mouth we closed the trapdoor and continued on our way. Turns out this tower roof was where we were supposed to meet BBG for the first time and have our first big battle with him.

We were trying to get out of the castle so we could rest in the forest without fear of being attacked en masse by the castle. As we’re walking through the front door the four creepy dragon statues turned into four creepy baby dragons that immediately dropped a couple of us.

We were struggling. Dying. It was not good. Until...

UNTIL

Our bard looked down and saw ‘Blessing of Milil’ written on his sheet.

Like three months ago real word time he had left like 10 gold at Milil’s alter and our DM had told him to write that, which we all promptly forgot about

But, in our dire straights, we decided it was time to try whatever that was.

Bard starts playing and calling to Milil. And light comes down from the heavens with tinkling music, surrounding our almost dead paladin and invigorating him. It filled his HP, his Lay On Hands, and his spell slots to the brim.

He starts slashing, healing, etc, managing to get everyone else out of the entryway. He then turns to get himself out of the entryway when he got hit from behind and dropped.

Dragon wormling takes him and starts flying for the top of the tower with the BBG fight we had accidentally skipped

Our sorcerer (no spell slots and 2 HP) and I (also no spell slots and 3 HP) sprint to the top of the tower where we are immediately Charmed by BBG.

We are expecting Death

Meanwhile, on the ground, our bard is still playing in the hopes of wresting one more favor from Milil

Milil shows up in person in front of him

Milil dusts him off (restores all his spell slots and inspirations and HP), then slaps him on the ass, sending him flying up to the top of the tower, screaming an empowered Counter-Charm the whole way.

The time our sorcerer set a tree on fire right next to our (pyrophobic remember) druid.

The time our sorcerer tried to make up for setting a tree on fire next to our druid’s head by getting him a magic flower pot

The pot is enchanted to resist cold so the flower doesn’t die and has a Ring of Spell Storing wrapped around it

He spent an entire day (in game) and thirty minutes (real world) doing this

The time we (level 7) fought an ancient red dragon with our DM’s old party

Three of them came up to play with us

One was an insane cleric named Pancake Flea (yes really)

One was a level 15 Druid (we didn’t know he was level 15 until we came up to the dragon though)

The third we thought was a bronze colored dragonborn paladin

He was not

He was an ancient bronze dragon

When we came up to fight the ancient red he dropped the polymorph or whatever the fuck he was using and transformed into a giant fucking dragon who then went toe to toe with the other one, sassing the whole way

The time I pissed off the DM by making him come up with what all the hundreds of alchemical bottles in a witch’s brewing room were and he blinded my dog in retaliation

The time our bard cast sleep on skeletons. And then did it again.

The time our paladin (of Bahamat. Oath of Devotion) ran away from skeletons, leaving our much less tanky sorcerer alone in their path

The time we made our DM hate us by using Leomund’s Tiny Hut to take a long rest in a dungeon, and then fought all of the things that had gathered around outside the hut through the walls of it

The time we beat the BBG I’ve talked about before by shoving him in an invisible box and ignoring him until he was tired

Staff of Power is ridiculous, and has Wall of Force

Second Campaign:

This party consists of: a human dragonknight and his friend platinum dragon, a human Eldritch Knight, a dwarven sorcerer, a half-elf monk, a human barbarian, a halfling bard, and a halfling rogue (me).

The time the rest of the group forgot to get me thief’s tools and then asked me to pick locks cause the key was broken

Turns out our sorcerer has mend. And didn’t use it on the broken key.

The time(s) our barbarian (INT 7) crit:

(Little bit of background, the barbarian, for roleplay reasons, can only attack while raging and can only rage when someone else in the party has been hurt)

Created a hang-glider out of bug parts, thereby allowing us all to get over a chasm and escape

Cast shriek because he couldn’t attack yet and the bard had just cast shriek

(He screamed and crit on the attack role, he did like 3 damage or something)

Did the best goddamn pose after the two halflings flipped onto his shoulders to diffuse tension

The time our sorcerer hit me with lightning so I hit him with fruit.

I wanted to hit him with fruit until I did equal damage he had done to me with the lightning (it worked out to 15 fruits that would have needed to hit him) but the rest of the party didn’t let me

Everyone in the party asking the dragonknight for permission to do everything, from getting out of line, to retrieving a dagger (ok it was actually just me but that’s only cause he had yelled at the sorcerer for not following orders) (also this character of mine is 16 (14 in halfling years))

Third Campaign:

This party is made up of: a human ranger, a human rogue, a tiefling multiclass, a human barbarian, a gnome mad scientist, a human monk, and a goliath fighter (me).

The time I got into a shouting match with a statue about the city outside that had been completely wiped off the face of the planet about 30,000 years ago

He didn’t know the city was gone

The city was fUCKING GONE

The time three of us couldn’t shake one bad guy’s concentration cause we were rolling too low on damage

The time our rogue got the entire town guard on his side and threw the ranger in jail

He said the ranger had stolen his dagger, which he actually just happened to have a match to, but the point was he was rolling really well on deception, the guards were rolling really low on insight, and the ranger was rolling really low on persuasion, so ranger went in jail

We went to get the ranger out of jail and the rogue said he would drop the charges if he got his dagger back. When the ranger got out of the jail, he started yelling at the rogue. The rogue had been doing so well on his roles the entire guard was basically in love with him and smacked the ranger, yelling about how “this nice, honorable young man just got you out of jail! How dare you speak to him like that, he’s so nice!”

The time our ranger filled a Bag of Holding with water and got all his stuff wet

The time my goliath (who doesn’t like alcohol btw) got into a drinking contest with the Viking barbarian and passed out, before waking back up and the two of us went drunkenly singing through and out of the town we were supposed to buy all our supplies in and our DM had spent hours on all the different shops and the various people running them

Just goes to show: don’t put effort into anything as a DM cause your players will fuck it up

The second time my goliath got into a drinking contest with the barbarian, won this time, before waking up with the worst hangover ever and deciding to stick to what she actually wants out of life and had milk with her breakfast

Don’t change for anyone, kids