#Live roulette

[logicpng]

at the risk of veering entirely off-canon, i had to at least try to put on paper that concept of dealer being a retired grim reaper (out of potentially many)

since god is dead, i like to think that nothing works anymore, making him out of a job.

i think the game isn't too far off from the position as a death entity, if that makes sense. same shit, different tools, only the unfortunate souls come willingly

[eternalgirlscout]

experienced a Gale Moment last night that was so good I'm mad it wasn't an intentional plot beat. immediately after being like "rip to every other mortal with aspirations of godhood but i'm different," he opened a second evil book and crit failed the wisdom save to not get turbo cursed

[zombzgutzz]

buckshot roulette? more like BILLshot roulette hahahahahahahhaha. ha

[jdramasource]

KAKEGURUI 2: ULTIMATE RUSSIAN ROULETTE  (2021) dir. Hanabusa Tsutomu.

[caffeinatedopossum]

New emotion unlocked called "vaguely suicidal" which is where none of you know if I'm actually suicidal or not and neither do I

[savebylou]

1 show left and The Show Live On Tour will end...

[jenna-louise-jamie]

real talk, yassen is insane for only sleeping 4 hours every 24 hours. baby that is not enough sleep. i know you're like peak health or whatever but that's only enough sleep to live, not thrive. how are you awake and alert everyday. whats wrong with you.

[yikesharringrove]

hi i've missed you!

can we do something soft and just cute like going for drives and getting fast food and just talking?

“I’m picking you up,” came the crackling voice from the walkie talkie on the nightstand. “Meet me at the spot in ten. Over.”

“No, you freakazoid,” Steve barely moved from his blanket cocoon, only reaching one arm out to press the button on the side. “I’m asleep.”

“Clearly not. I’m on my way, Shithead. Over and out.”

Steve rolled his eyes, and contemplated going back to sleep for all of five seconds before he sighed, and heaved himself to standing.

Curse Billy for stealing that walkie from Max, for suggesting they stay on their own channel, different than the ones the kids use. Curse Billy for his insomnia and his late night drives. Curse Billy for the way he keeps on hand on Steve’s thigh while they go and always stops at the nearest drive-thru to get Steve a milkshake and wolf down a double cheeseburger (because his dad slapped him and sent him to his room without dinner. Again.)

Steve trudged around the side of his house, crashing through the well-worn path through the sparse trees to the road on the other side.

They both agreed that Billy’s car shouldn’t be spotted outside of Steve’s house, even if they were publicly friends now.

The Camaro was rumbling up the street, and Steve could practically feel the road of the engine shake in his chest before he could even spot the headlights.

Doesn’t matter how many speeding tickets Officer Callahan gives him, Billy’s never gonna be a sensible driver.

He stops in front of Steve, and he grins as Steve joins him in the car, leaning over the center console and burying his left hand in thick, dark brown hair to kiss Steve in a way that steals the breath from his lungs.

“You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, Princess. I’ll get you a damn milkshake.”

The car lurched forward, and they flew down the service roads, flipping off the Leaving Hawkins sign as they went past, on their way to a different little town.

A different little slice of life.

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I'll give you a presumptuous roommate who acts like you're his maid even though you are paying just as much as him for your damn dorm

[mostlyfate]

Where's Yumeko? She said she won't show up until the sports meeting starts…

KAKEGURUI 2: ULTIMATE RUSSIAN ROULETTE  (2021) dir. Hanabusa Tsutomu

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Heeey it's me again , I have a new idea for a request 💚

Would you please make one with Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood with TechxFreader ? 😊

Thanks a lot 💕

Hello love @griffedeloup,

Thank you for sending another request.

I hope you enjoy this interpretation on 'Sweater Weather'.

Love oo

Sweater Weather

Warnings: Implied coitus, discussion of nakedness, kisses, chance meeting, romance, fluff, snow, helping get dressed, kissing, I'd say about one dot of spiciness. I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.

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You stood by the window looking at the snow that kept piling up, you shivered as you pulled the blanket tighter around your body. In fairness, you probably wouldn’t be so cold, if you had bothered to dress. But… let’s face it you probably wouldn’t have stayed dressed for very long once Tech woke up. 

Yet, it was too cold. You headed to the bathroom, taking a quick shower and getting dressed, putting on the matching thermals Tech had bought the both of you. It wasn’t the most romantic gift, but considering it was Tech, it meant more to you than he possibly realized. 

As you prattled over to the kitchen, you couldn’t help smiling as you saw Tech still lying on the bed passed out. His bare chest and bare legs the only thing visible, as the bed sheet was rumbled around his waist. 

You rested your head against the doorframe, smiling. You were completely head over heels for this man. It had been a random meeting. He’d been focused on his data-pad and not paying attention to his surroundings, you were busy on your comm arranging your next photography client, when you both bumped into each other. 

It was kismet. 

Neither of you could stop looking at each other or smiling. Tech felt so bad, he took you out for dinner, which turned into dessert, then drinks, and dancing, and the rest - - well the rest is history as far as you’re concerned.

You let out a contented sigh as you finished your trip to the kitchen, making yourself some tea. You pulled out some eggs, toast and cream cheese. You decided to make your famous French toast. Wanting to surprise Tech with breakfast either in bed or for when he did wake up. 

Tech started to stir when the most divine heavenly smell filled the room. His stomach growled, reminding him of the calories and energy he expended most of the night. He slowly stood putting on the pyjama pants you had bought him. They were silly, but because you bought them he couldn’t help himself smile as he looked down at the glasses wearing tookas that seemed to be enjoying a variety of activities, from reading to knitting, from sewing to relaxing by a fire. He put his goggles back on after running his hand over his face, and slowly made his way into the kitchen. The coldness hit him, like icy fingers crawling over his skin. He quietly headed over to the fireplace, adding more logs on the fire that had slowly begun to dwindle.

Once the fire was roaring again, he moved slowly over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, as he rested his head on your shoulder. 

“Morning, mesh’la”

The smile that had been on your lips all morning, widened as you felt his warmth encompass your back. 

“Hey, you’re finally up.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, “Well someone decided to keep me up most of the night.”

“Really? That’s so rude. We should definitely talk to that person.”

“Mmmhmm, we really should.” He placed a gentle kiss on your neck, “Why were you up so early?”

You hummed as you rested your head against his, “It’s the mountain air. Always makes me want to wake up bright and early.”

“That’s disappointing, I was missing your warmth.”

“Well, we could always cuddle after breakfast.”

“Speaking of, what are you making? It smells very tempting.”

“My own special French toast, it has cream cheese in the middle.”

“That seems an odd combination.”

“Don’t knock it, till you try it.” You turned in his arms, pressing a kiss to his lips, “Tech aren’t you cold?”

“Slightly.”

“Why not put on a shirt or a sweater?”

“Because that would mean I have to leave your side.”

You lovingly rolled your eyes as you reached over, and grabbed your holey sweater, it was practically a dress on you so it should fit him fine. 

“Arms in”

Tech smirked as he threaded his arms inside, while you helped him put the sweater on. You slid your fingers into the holes decorating the hem of your shirt, worn through with years of use pulling him closer, “Better?”

“Almost”

He pressed his lips to yours, seeking the only kind of warmth he truly wanted all morning. 

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[hammerbacks]

TIMESTAMP ROULETTE The Living Daylights (1987) Dir. John Glen

[atticfilledwithhomosexuality]

RouletteRouge in full costume, from our Superhero AU!

[juney-blues]

it's fucking insane to me that society has just undergone collective denial so hard, to the point the average person seemingly no longer has any regard for the germ theory of disease.

[triglycercule]

mtt playing poker but why would they bet with money thats soooo boring boo boo boo no they bet with increasingly worse and concerning things and its fun for some reason

oh theyd LOVE that shit istg. luck and bluff and tells and lies??? god who knows your own lies and deceit better than another version of yourself??? and yet picking up the other two's tells is oh so very hard because theyre not the same anymore than when they were all sans and sometimes they dont even know themselves so how could they pick up on a mirrored version's? it works out a lot more than they think

killer would have no disregard for what he bets. he plays unpredictably and sneakily. probably faking some emotion here and there to get the hasty (horror) confused and concerned about what he could do and then it turns out killer had a fucking ass hand yet he won??? BULLSHIT horror cries out!!!! but dust just picks up the cards on the ground and deals them again and they play another round. sometimes killer purposely loses. why? he dont know its just to throw a wild card into dust and horror's predictions and mayhaps for the reactions

dust is a dirty player he is a fucking CHEATER‼️‼️‼️ phantom paps are his eyes that he uses to spy on killer and horror's hands. would he need to even try anymore at that point when he could easily win every round? well yes because that wouldn't be a fun game and dust wants to have as much fun as he can in this game of lies. he pretends he doesn't know what horror and killer's hands are. they both know. theyre both more than aware of dust's cheating. and that's why their betting starts going against him specifically and then dust has to figure out how to bet them higher while also trying not to fuck himself over

horror's main thing is just to not get fucked over. goddamnit why did he agree to this he's not as open to getting hurt than dust or killer are!!! (but you still agreed anyways?) so he thinks he's the only one to have a real reason to win (because horror no wanna get hurty hurty owww owww painpainpain ouch!!!) maybe he gets too cocky and ends up betting too high because dust or killer had been losing and he wanted to take a chance. maybe that high bet was actually what got him to win?? it's all a game of chance of course and horror'll only show what he thinks after the round's done. when the cards are dealt and the stakes are up he'll just analyze the hell out of the two (don't YOU hate being analyzed??) and tap his fingers on the table over and over

their way of betting would be like: the winner gets to do whatever the other two said as their bets to the betters. like if dust loses and horror wins and he said he could get sucker punched horror is sucker punching the FUCK out of him. but these three argue they fight and bicker and throw gibes and taunts!!! how would they ever agree on what bets are higher and which are lower ⁉️⁉️⁉️ to horror a bet of saying that he'd have to eat something could be like straight hell to him but killer and dust could just put the argument that it doesn't REALLY mean that much (they know it does to horror) and then force him to bet higher because cmon coward you can do better than that!!! dont you want to get some sort of revenge on us if you lose a previous round and win this one??? and other forms of logic like that 4 dust and killer

killer starts off with an absurdly high bet (because he would) like getting to mess with his soul or something. is he sure that dust and horror have losing hands? he doesn't know. and because killer has no form of limit for himself and that's already a high bar to set for dust and horror to reach (if they don't have good hands i think they'd probably want killer to bet lower. but would they tell him??) so damn it horror has to pull out some bullshit fucking bet like he'll allow himself to get hunted down by the two with every trap he's ever set on a human in horrortale (sooo much more psychological thinking and trickery going on without betting money and instead scenarios its SO FUN). and then could dust fold? does phantom paps say he should? it depends on the cards dust has (and what if he doesn't believe paps based on his own assumptions? (paranoid bitch)) and if he can't fold he has to match the bet or go higher and then he comes up with some bogus situation like ok i'll let you guys dress me up in my human's clothes and throw me in an au and have to do what they did (and OH GOD what about if they make a bet that the other 2 wouldn't actually want to do if they win??? if killer won that round with that as dust's bet would he want someone to reenact something similar to what his own human did and have to watch??????)

oops they just got another new set of scars from last week's poker night and another layer of trauma but why the hell are they sitting down at the table again??? idk man i'm just the dealer here trying not to get killed

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