#THIS IS SO SCARY. THIS IS SO SCARY. THIS RULES SO MUCH

[aristoteliancomplacency]

Right, so what you were trying to ask is ‘what do term limits mean for people who get into politics at a young age regardless of what country we are talking about.’

I really, really want to make it clear here that I am not talking about America specifically. America-specific problems are not counter arguments for my position. I am not interested in have a discussion that is just about America.

‘But what do they do after they hit their term-limit’.

What do they do if they never get re-elected? A term limit is not introducing a new problem. Should we make sure every failed politician can still land a cushy political job just because we want young people to get involved in politics? ‘But what if I don’t get re-elected’ is something every politicians should have to grapple with. It is a risk of their career choice. Young people should not be immune to this.

Former politicians already go into lobbying when they’re done. This is not a problem term limits would create. Nor is it the case that lobbying is immune to legislation. Countries that are not America have different rules around lobbying. Change your lobbying rules too. This is simply not compelling counter argument.

I understand change is scary and huge and takes so much effort. But the implication of this position — that the American lobbying industry cannot be changed — just allows a bad systems to continue being bad.

[theorphicangel]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 | 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

wc: 2.2k

tags: heian era!sukuna, true form! sukuna, reader is a villager and wears a kimono, gn!reader, mentions of cannibalism (brief), eventual fluff, strangers to lovers??, threat of death, reader has a sense of humor, reader risks life for a peach (real),

synopsis: stumbling in a random field, the gods have granted you the luxury of discovering a rare peach tree and it's all yours for the takings. at least that's what you're mistaken to think before you're confronted by the king of curses himself. coming close to death, you're forbidden to ever return.

it's just a shame you're incapable of listening to rules.

part one | part three | bonus scene

Part 2: Committing the sin

“...And I told him to stick his peaches where the sun doesn’t shine.”

“And then what?!”

“Well, he was so shocked that I spoke to him in that manner and his jaw fell wide open. Then I told him that I wasn’t scared of him and informed him that the tree was public property.”

“What did he say back?” Multiple sets of eyes peer into your face with eagerness and pure excitement. 

You pause for a moment –  for dramatic effect. With a deep breath, you speak again.

“He said, ‘do you not care for your life?’

“What did you say back?! What did you tell him?!” A dark haired child rose in front of you, his eyes wide. 

“I said I wouldn’t regret dying after tasting those appetizing peaches, so if he killed me right there and  then I would nonetheless be happy and satisfied.”

The children sit in a small circle around you, some expressing their glee aloud as their faces were filled with awe of your encounter with the king of curses.

“I squared up to him, unafraid to fight and he walked away first.” You let out a laugh. “His tail was between his legs like a dog,  I doubt he’ll ever come back to that tree!”

“Does he actually have a tail?” a child asked. 

“I thought he had 6 arms.” another child spoke, curiosity filling their tone. 

“I thought he had 9?!”

“No, there was no tail. The king of curses only has 4 arms and really ugly eyes.”

“How many?”

“Four!” You reply and you giggle as the children shudder. “All the better to see you with, I think. Very scary.”

One child says, “I don’t ever want to see him!”

“He’s a monster!” Another spoke. 

“Well, you won’t ever meet the monster if you all promise to obey your parents and not misbehave?”

They nod diligently, hanging onto your every word. One by one they disperse, breaking off into their own stories about the king of curses now based on the new information you had told. 

Among them, your eyes fell upon Miko. She stood alone, waiting for the others to drift away before speaking. You’ve known her to be the shyest girl in the village, with the other kids she doesn’t seem to speak or interact. You usually find her off on her own in the corner, playing on her own in a corner. 

Recently, you’ve taken her under your wing. Whilst her parents work away in the village, you made sure that not all of her hours are spent entirely alone. Interacting with her, you take her along with you on your errands or play along with her games. Even in your company she’s still a quiet kid but you don’t mind as long as she has someone to be with. 

She waits until the majority of children have gone, their conversation too loud to overhear her question. It slips out so quietly you almost think you’ve missed it but you manage to read her lips. 

“Can you get me one?” Miko looks down at her sandals, shy and timid.

You hum, wanting to know what she’s referring to. 

“A peach.” She speaks again, her small lips moving. Again her voice is quiet and her eyes are glued to the ground. “Could you get me one?”

Your heart yearns at the sight. You knew all too well that her family doesn’t have much. They barely manage to get the bare necessities monthly, so the simple act of indulging in the taste of a sweet ripe peach wouldn’t just be a luxury but equate to rich reward for her entire family and their hard work.

Crouching, you meet her eyes. 

“If you’re not scared of the king of curses could you do it?” She mumbles. “If you’re sure that he won’t come back.”

A small part of you hesitates, maybe your exaggeration went too far. The truth of the story weighs heavy in your gut and a part of you considers confessing your dishonesty. But just one glimpse into Miko’s warm coffee eyes and you melt again. You couldn’t break her heart and say no. It would kill you.  

Your gut churns as you mull over your answer. 

There was no part in your body capable of telling her ‘no’ so the corners of your lips flip up into a smile. 

“Of course, I can.”

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The king of curses is away at battle. For the next two weeks to be presumed. 

Him and his army traveled past the village, heading down with their carts and horses. Obviously, you weren’t present and chose to  hide away to watch from afar. Even from a large distance you couldn’t help but feel his presence, his overwhelming aura seeping into every crevice of your skin.

But at least now you had your chance.

Just one week after his departure, you gained up the courage to return to the forbidden peach tree. You’d hope no one would be present at the estate, perhaps a few servants here and there, but you doubt they would commit to the long walk to the edge of the estate for a mere peach tree.

With a large basket in hand, you set out as early as you could, the sunrise warming up your cheeks. Rays of orange and red mix in the sky, the sunlight fixing its spot in the blue summer sky. 

You retrace your steps you had previously taken a few weeks prior, straying away from the original path. Again, the grass blades tickle at your ankles. Certain that the king of curses has disappeared, you take your time through the field watching as different species of birds fly over your head and how the bees keep obedient to their flowers, collecting their sweet nectar. 

Soon the shadow of the tree comes into view. 

At first glance it seems to be unchanged, however a new difference you picked up on is the range of new peaches available. With adrenaline running, you don’t hesitate to pluck the peaches, multiple at a time. In a span of five minutes your basket is already half full, emerging from your task. You start with the peaches which are easier to reach before dealing with the dreadful task of resorting to your tippy toes.

Before you know it, your eyes are caught once upon a scarlet red peach, perfectly ripe and round. Of course you have to get it, this one would be especially for Miko you think.

The only problem which rose was that the peach was located on the highest branch, straining, it was only a few inches away from your fingertips.

“Almost—” you strain, your tongue pokes out the side of your mouth.

“Seems like insolent fools never learn.”

A rough voice echoes into the distance at the exact moment that you manage to pluck a peach from the highest branch.  At the sound of a gruff tone,  a shiver runs up your body and the peach falls from your hand, dropping to the grass and rolling away.

Just as you felt previously, a menacing aura came over you, washing over your body like a heavy tide. Your temperature drops and your mind freezes, his ever so familiar aura now hitting you like a slap to the face. 

Of course, you turn to find the king of curses standing behind you. Tall and treacherous, you cower away, dropping to your knees.

He’s back. One week earlier than expected. 

Bowing your head, your mind runs over the brutal image of his appearance. Blood stains over his body and skin, dry of course and scars litter his chest, shirtless in front of you. 

“I thought I warned you to stay away, did I not?”

You clear your throat before speaking, your voice shakes. “You did, my lord.”

“So why did you not heed my warning? Do you wish death upon yourself?”

“No my lord, I-” you cut yourself off, searching for words which fail to leave your lips. Your hesitation and silence only seems to aggravate Sukuna.

“Speak.” He orders.

“I wanted to bring peaches back for the villagers.”

Sukuna doesn’t speak again. Trembling, you keep your eyes down onto the grass. He must be eyeing your basket right now.

You were definitely going to die. This was it. You had gotten away with it before and by the gods he was not going to let you leave alive again. 

The king of curses wouldn’t make that same mistake twice. 

Suddenly you find your chin in his palm and he forces you to look up at him. His eyes are cold and deadly. No ounce of human empathy or compassion lingers in his pupils. 

“You wanted to bring some peaches back for the villagers.”

You nod, a quiet whisper leaving your lips. “Yes.”

“Pathetic.” He spat.

From then on you expected to feel some form of pain. You have heard multiple stories about his brutal killings, simply decapitating limbs of people without a single care. Some people say it’s best to be killed right away by the King of Curses rather than his cruel method of allowing his victims to bleed out and die slowly.

Your body freezes to expect a pinch of pain, a stab, a slice – anything, anything at all yet it doesn’t seem to hit you. Tilting your head upwards ever so slightly you notice a wound on the right side of his torso. . Blood, freshly red, drips down his side, staining his skin and clothes. 

“You’re injured.” It comes out as a murmur, pathetic and weak. 

Sukuna says nothing more as if he hadn’t heard you in the first place. You bow your head deeper, almost ashamed for pointing it out. Perhaps it would come across that you intercepted the King of curses as weak. A king having a deep wound is something that he wouldn’t want others to know. 

But— you could still use it as some sort of excuse. 

“It’ll get infected.” You speak again, gaining more confidence in your tone. “If you don’t clean it up soon.”

“I have taken care of it.” Sukuna speaks. “It’s just a scratch.“

You let out a scoff. “Barely, you’re bleeding out heavily.” 

“What’s it to you? It has nothing to do with you.” He snaps, his tone rising. 

“I have a speciality in helping people with wounds and illnesses. I could help you.” You raise your head slightly at your offer. You outstretch your hand towards his blood drenched clothes. 

“I do not like to be touched, I will heal myself.” 

You glance up at the king of curses, studying his face. For the first time you sense a feeling of exhaustion within Sukuna’s eyes, heavy lidded and tired. The king of curses was on the verge of passing out.

“I could help you–”

“I don’t need help from a thief.”

“A thief!?”

“The tree is on my property is it not?”

“I–”

“And this is the second time you have been caught stealing, correct?”

“My lord—”

“Correct?” His tone is rough, cutting you off with a sharpness that causes goosebumps to appear on your body. 

You say nothing, looking down at your feet. You can feel his eyes bore into you. “Pathetic human.” He mumbles.

You swallow, saying nothing more. Your hands turn into fists by your side. Just from your expression and energy Sukuna  feels your growing anger with every second that passes.

All of a sudden, the band snaps and you can’t hold in your emotions anymore. The next time you speak, you refuse to cover up your venomous tone.  

“And you’re just as pathetic as me if you can barely heal your own wound. You call yourself the king of curses for what?”

A silence comes after your words, not even the sound of rustling trees or tall grass can be heard. It takes no longer than a second for you to feel deep regret for your words. Similar to your first ever encounter with the king of curses, the fear of death looms upon you. 

If you thought he wouldn’t kill you the first time then he definitely will now. 

You await the moment for him to strike you. A pinch of pain, a slice, a beheading or even a stab to your stomach. Anything to disperse you as soon as possible. 

Instead of a violent action, he chooses to speak again with a challenging invite.

“So how would you suggest you would heal me?”

Did you hear him right?

You stammer, words failing to leave your mouth. “To heal you?”

He stares at you in contempt, “You said you knew how to take care of wounds, do you not?”

“I do.” 

“So…?” Sukuna raises a brow.

Your mind searches for a solution, malfunctioning under his venomous gaze. 

There’s a stream nearby, I could guide you to it so you can clean it.”

A pause.

“Where is this stream you think of?”

“Over there.” You point behind him.

“So be it.” He speaks in a gruff tone. “Lead the way”

You manage to get your feet whilst succumbing to a daze.

How have you managed to escape the punishment of death a second time from the King of curses?

Glancing behind you, the basket of peaches tempts you. There would be no point in taking it and running, you knew that he could kill you in an instant. The plump peaches would have to wait, for now you have to focus on surviving Sukuna.

You leave the basket behind.

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[elyxir1zz]

★ — Chubby!reader x Sevika

CW : nsfw , prositiution , sub!reader , revealing clothes , bdsm , humiliation, some dub con elements

A/N : ive been having some weird dreams recently and i wanted to write them out, reader is chubby in the fic curvy hourglass with rolls specifly also im giving reader waist length hair

you were new to the brothel and had caught the eye of an older women. You eventually found out she was asking questions about you. you were diffent from the other workers, instead of being butt ass naked you wore a double slit dress that ran up your hip made out of silk, though it was a hard cloth to find but with enough connections to topside you can pretty much find anything you want. your stop being made with the same fabric. you didnt wear undergarments according to the uniform rules, you could techincly see everything leaving nothing to the imagination

you had scene sevika out of the corner of your eye several times when flirting with clients, even seen her walk by your room when in the middle of a session, she stared for aslong as she could before it was considered weird. finally the lady had requested you for her session. you wanted to impress her since, well she was hot and you have seen her around zaun, the way she fought and laughed when she won in gambling

so you had to give her the best time of her life. fourtunently with enough puppy eyes and asking, you discovered everything she liked and disliked from past workers who had her as a client.

you walked down the hallway and into your room, a small space yet still had charater, a couch in the middle pressed agianst the wall with overgrown plants. not expecting anyone yet you were suprised to see sevika sitting and smoking on your couch. "i think your my first client who doesnt smoke shimmer" you walked over to her

"theres a first for everything, baby" she put the ciggerette out on the couch sevika smirked as you sat next to her resting your elbow on the head of the couch. "ive seen you around the brothel" the scary lady looked over at you, bringing her mech hand to caress your thigh, "ive noticed" you say looking up from her hand. sevikas face quickly turned red

you raised your eyebrow as you grabbed her shoulders and hauled yourself on her lap, straddling her thighs. "ive also noticed your a tense person, has anyone helped you with that here?" you tilt you head "no. nobody. do you want to try your luck anyway , bunny?" she couldnt stare at anything but your clevage. "what do you do for work?" you asked, lifting her head up.

"is that a joke?"

sevikas voice is annoyed, you giggled "no," you looked off to the side "i know you work for silco but, what specificly do you do?" you leaned down both of your noses touching. "i wish i could tell you baby" sevika ran her hands further and further down you back eventually squeezing your ass

you were caught off gaurd, not paying attention to what her hands were doing "i-" you stutter "ive barely touched you and yet your speechless." sevika moved her hands to your chest as you slid your fingers down to her neck. her hands begining to squeeze your tits

"these are beautiful" she looked you in the eyes, dissapointed you leant back a little to slide your top off. she smirked, picking you up from her lap and onto your back, she moved her knee between your thighs. you hitched your breath "such a dirty slut" sevika cooed

your eyes widened looking up at her. no client has ever degraded you just alot of praise, sevika could tell it excited you, chuckling "so quiet," she teased, pressing her knee further agianst your warmth, every movement sevika made, you felt intoxicated and light headed

sevika rutted her thigh agianst your clit, "oh god" you move your hand to your mouth, sevika quickly pinned your hands above your head "i want everyone to hear you. that im treating you better then any asshole who walks in here"

sevika was able to pin you down with such ease. as she looked around the room, finding a pair of hand cuffs, she looked at you with that snarky grin, cuffing you quickly so she could get back to worshiping your body, she kissed your neck but the kisses turned into biting roughly, making you cry out in pain

she moved down to your chest, twisting and pinching your nipples. looking back up at you just to see your reactions, the way you whimpered and drooled made her go crazy. "so sensitive" she purred moving down to your hips, caressing them and running her finger over your strech marks

"everytime i see you, i want these to be shown." she rested her hand on your belly, "okay" you giggled, she grabbed your ankles and rested them on her shoulders, she grabbed your face roughly leaning in

your lips were almost touching, breathing eachothers air. you felt dizzy, looking up at the celing as she shoved her tounge in your mouth. she squeezed your cheeks, pulling away with a strig of saliva connecting your lips

she lifted your hips a little, moving your skirt out of the way "oh my god." she felt your sensitive clit "you really are nothing but a dirty slut" sevika pressed her mouth agianst your cunt, licking between your folds, you moan loudly in response as you pulled on the hand cuffs

you cried out closing your eyes, sevika flicked her tounge against your clit. you whimpered and squirmed, bucking your hips into her. "stay still, or are you to much of a pathetic slut to even comprahend such a simple task"

sevika put your hips and ankles down. giving you a breather before she pressed her fingers agianst your entrance. she started off on a quick pace, watching you struggle to hold back "dont cum" she growled stopping right when you felt the orgasm creep up. you cried out as she smirked.

"sevika" you looked at her face "please" you plead. "are you begging baby?" she chuckled starting a slow pace "let me cum please" you buck your hips "yeah?" she teased picking up the pace. you went still as the wave of pleasure drowned you. twitching slighty

sevika let you sit for a second before she moving her fingers your clit, rubbing in circular motions slowly you choked on tears. "are you crying?" she teased "what a cry baby, lets see how much you can handle"

you sob as she spead up. it was so overwhelming, as everthing slowed down after you hit your second orgasam. "oh god" you huff out as she moved her hand "you cant handle anything can you? you cum so fast" she licked her fingers before holding your face

"ill make sure to handle that next time"

sevika stood up covering your bare chest with her coat but leaving the handcuffs "wh- wait" you yell out for her as she walked away, she was about to leave the room before looking over at you with a grin on her face

[kiyo-cant-write]

Picture the couple dynamic of Riddle dating a male Yuu and Floyd. Just the fact a date night could be dancing the waltz with Riddle then Club dancing with Floyd.

dating floyd/riddle (florid x yuu) ✧･ﾟ

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Hello anon! I hope I interpreted this right! If I made a mistake please request it again and I will try to fix it >.< ;;

Regardless though, I am proud of how this turned out, I think it's cute, and I hope that you like it :D I read this as poly so wrote it as such. Which is easily done for me as a queer poly writer ww

Thank you for requesting!!! SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY USED THEY AND CANT CHANGE IT 😭🩵

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Summary: Date nights can be interesting when Floyd is in a mood and Riddle, after some prodding, feels competitive. [Name] is in for a ride tonight, huh? The homework will have to wait.

TW/CW: polyamory

Notes: established relationship, the reader is Ramshackle Prefect/Yuu, they/them, pronouns for the reader, FloRid, explicitly post Book 3

Guest Stars: Jade Leech (mentioned), Trey Clover (mentioned)

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FloRid x Yuu (Polycule)

Floyd was the one who approached you first but Riddle was the one who proposed an actual relationship. They've competed since.

For whatever reason [Name] is the reason they compete and the force that can make them work together all the same.

Dates with Floyd are spontaneous and fun.

He likes to go dancing or visit sights. He always buys weird things.

Depending on the outing, there may be a souvenir for Jade.

Riddle prefers quieter things mostly but bigger events are always classy as if from a storybook. Floyd makes fun of this.

Riddle has not had much relationship experience up until now.

Trey once told [Name] that it is "very like Riddle" to make the decision to "over-achieve" and have two partners instead of one.

Trey also notes that this might be a rebellion against his mother.

As much as they compete with each other to take [Name] on the best dates, they also work together for bigger events like [Name]'s birthday or an anniversary for the three of them.

Even if they seem at odds, Floyd and Riddle do care for each other in their own way. Their love for each other is expressed through their bickering, it seems. Please bear with them.

And, hey. [Name] gets discounts and Mostro Lounge now and has two "scary dogs" should anything go wrong.

"What did you say to Shrimpy? Wanna get squeezed?"

"I'll have you know that's against school rules. Off with y-"

"We should go," Floyd commented, lying on the couch in a way that made [Name] wonder if he had bones. This is boring."

They sighed at Floyd's impatience. They had agreed, the three of them, to only go down to the city (with the permission of the faculty) after they had finished their work. Floyd didn't care much for homework, but Riddle had become so furious about the possibility of getting a zero on an assignment that both [Name] and Floyd ceded.

"I know it's boring but we promised Riddle," [Name] chose to say.

"I knowwwww," Floyd whined, "But you didn't say it would take this long. We're never going to make it down there at this rateeee."

Riddle turned to Floyd, glaring.

"Well maybe if someone helped build this model we'd be done by now. But a certain eel I know decided he wasn't in the mood for homework."

It was said through gritted teeth, Riddle was holding back his anger.

"Aww, Riddle is mad at me~" Floyd cooed at him.

The eelmer had only recently started calling Riddle and [Name] by their actual names and not some ocean creature nickname. Cute as the nicknames were (well [Name] liked theirs, Riddle hated his), it was nice to be seen as... people. And not fish. That might not make sense if it weren't about Floyd the chaos demon.

"I am mad at you. We need to finish this model or Professor Trein will... I don't know but I don't want to find out!" Riddle told them.

"Riddle... Maybe we should take a little break," [Name] suggested, reaching out to rest a hand on the boy's shoulder.

Riddle tensed slightly at the contact before relaxing against their hand. He was slowly becoming more used to things like this.

"See? [Name] gets me."

Floyd gave a big toothy grin their way.

"Floyd, I don't approve of you not helping, you know."

They shot him a glare.

"Sorrryyyy~" Floyd apologized though [Name] was unsure if he meant it genuinely, "Just bored out of my damn mind, here."

"I know you two want to go, but if we fail this..." Riddle trailed off for a second, looking toward the floor.

[Name] sighed again, looking between their boyfriends.

"I know, Riddle... Grades matter. But so does going out once in a while so we don't all get cabin fever."

Riddle nodded slowly.

"You're right...." he told [Name], though he seemed a bit unsure.

"And we have plans for later tonight," [Name] added, smiling.

They did have plans. Riddle and Floyd had worked out something so both of their ideas were able to come to fruition (though Floyd summarized in a much more crude way to [Name], saying "this date night being like if our ideas fucked!"). Floyd had said this in front of Trey Clover who pretended not to hear it. It had been... a day.

"We made a deal," Floyd added, now upsidedown on the couch for some reason, "Deals are serious in the mind of us merfolk, ya know. Azul'd tell you. Me first, then you, date night!"

"That's one way to summarize it, yes..." Riddle paused once more, "You're both right. Let's just... set it aside for now, and, um, go."

"Yay!" [Name] cheered.

"FUCK YEAH!"

Floyd tackled Riddle in a hug that knocked the Heartslabyul housewarden to the ground. Still, the redhead did not complain (this time anyway). Floyd would do as Floyd does.

"We need to get ready to go unless you want to wear uniforms?" [Name] said, looking between Floyd and Riddle dressed in their dorm attire, "Though I'm not sure that's appropriate dress..."

"I'll change into something."

"I have a whole thing planned, Shrimpy~"

[45 MINUTES LATER]

As it would seem. they still had plenty of time. While [Name] needed some time to get dressed and ready, it would seem the second years were both capable of clothes-changing magic. Riddle's the seamless and instant whereas Floyd took a few tries as his magic can be fickle.

"Ready!" [Name] called, running down the stairs towards the two boys they loved the most.

Riddle wearing a suit that [Name] thought looked expensive and Floyd dressed like he was some model (they were always impressed with his sense of style). It was a sight to see, for them only they liked to think. These two were something special.

Floyd took their hand in his.

"My turn first, Riddle said so."

"Just don't get arrested," Riddle quipped.

Heading into town, Floyd had managed to find a club that allowed high schoolers in some areas, a place where they could dance their cares away. [Name] was excited, they knew Floyd could dance well when he was in the mood for it. Jade had told them so.

Floyd pulled Riddle and [Name] onto the floor and guided them to the sound of the music, telling them about his day and making fun of Riddle's inability to dance to the club's choice of music.

"It's not the kind I'm used to!" Riddle protested.

"You look like a fish out of water," Floyd teased, "[Name] can do it, you try harder and maybe you'll catch up to us, Fishie~"

"You shut up, Floyd!"

Riddle's face was as bright red as his hair and [Name] almost wanted to laugh. They were sure it took a lot of planning and compromise to get Riddle to agree to come to a place like this with the two of them.

They couldn't help but wonder what Riddle's "turn" for date night would entail. Floyd took them somewhere Riddle didn't like... Would Riddle be messing with Floyd too? All in good fun, of course, part of being in a relationship is trying new things with and for each other.

As the minutes ticked by, the time came for Riddle to take over.

"This better not be something boring like studying," Floyd told him.

"I wouldn't take you out to the town to study," Riddle said, "A study date would happen at [Name]'s dorm or somewhere else."

"Blehh, study dates are so boring. You made us read advanced textbooks!" Floyd groaned.

"It will help your grades."

Riddle thought it would, anyway.

"My grades are fine!" Floyd told them.

Riddle was sure that was a lie. Floyd shifted drastically between getting high grades and low ones that scared the professors.

"Are they?" Riddle asked him.

[Name] raised a brow.

"Yeah... Are they, Floyd?"

Floyd ignored the question and Riddle led them towards an older-looking building, something similar to their school. Was it a dance hall? He held a hand in each of his as he guided them into what might as well be called "Riddle's version of a dance club." It was some kind of social club, everyone dressed in formal wear similar to Riddle's suit.

[Name] felt a bit out of place but remained comfortable with their hand in Riddle's and surrounded by the tall eelmer whose clothing was also mismatched to the event. They knew if something truly went wrong, Floyd would end everyone here... Even if that was a bit scary to imagine. They hoped it wouldn't come to that.

"Shall we?" Riddle asked [Name], guiding them towards the dancefloor.

Floyd let go of Riddle's hand at the same moment.

"This kinda thing is too stuffy for me, you guys have fun~ I'm gonna go see what food they have."

Floyd grinned and [Name] (and Riddle] felt bad for those at the food table. It would be okay... maybe.

[Name] turned to Riddle.

"Let's do this," they said, following him and allowing Riddle to guide them in a simple waltz to the beautiful music.

"I hope this is fun for you," Riddle whispered to his lover.

"I feel underdressed but this is nice," [Name] told him, "And there's even a fountain of shrimp for Floyd to gnaw on."

The two continued to dance in circles, every once in a while catching a glimpse of Floyd eating food and scaring guests with his teeth.

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Imagine the rest yourself~

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[johnybones56]

I don't have it anymore since it was a one-off experiment I ran exactly once but I did make a game centered around a (virtual) dXY table that changed X and Y because it was secretly rolling on a d555 with a lot of repeated entries.

It was a very free-form game consisting mostly of this table, which was a 5x5x5 matrix that I used some basic math to get a 2d "slice" of with the angle and starting depth being based on a few numbers I as the DM could input (iirc they were danger, plan viability, and thematic appropriateness) and the entries were varying degrees of success, partial success, and success-with-consequences. None of this was told to the players, who were told to just say what they wanted to do (it's fine because I'm very good at improvised RP, your milage may vary), and the fact every action moves the game forwards somehow combined with being entirely episodic - each session is a single mission - made for a pace and vibe really close to a TV comedy.

The premise helped a lot with that, the players were time agents correcting incidents between the years -5000 and 2500, but they're not allowed to know what happens after that and just have a list of loose but oddly specific requirements that the timestream has to meet in order for Whatever Needs to Happen post-2500 to go off without a hitch. For the one test game I did the problem was that Karl Marx fell way too hard for a girl while in college, settled down, got a normal job, and never got around to the whole communism thing. This is a problem because according to the higher-ups Russia needs to spend at least half of the 20th century under the rule of a party which calls itself communist and claims to follow the teachings of Karl Marx, regardless of their actual ideological principles or those of old Karl, so the gang need to go back in time and make him break up.

The party ended up breaking Karl Marx's heart so badly that he never got over it and, per the end-of-session timestream repercussion summary, communism became an explicitly sexist movement. I didn't plan that originally but I wanted to acknowledge how much they broke this dude. It was almost a little scary. This would lead to many feminist movements being fiercely and vocally anti-communist, which fascists used to infiltrate and eventually take over the Australian government. The timestream rules don't mention Australia so this is considered a job well done.

Hi! Your posts about d66 tables from a couple days ago have made me wonder, what other "formats"* of random tables are possible with any combination of no more than 2 dice**? I tried to google that but I don't know how to phrase the question

* by format i mean total number of items in the table

** of course I mean dice from a classic dice set: d4, d6, d8, d10, d12, d20

Assuming you want an evenly weighted table (i.e., each "number" has the same likelihood of coming up), you can in principle produce a table with any number of entries which is a multiple of the prime factors of the number sides on the available dice.

A d6 and a d10 between them offer prime factors of 2, 3, and 5 (the remaining dice in the standard polyhedral set furnish no additional prime factors), so using these dice alone you can construct an evenly weighted table with any number of entries which can be expressed as a multiple of 2, 3 and 5, in any combination.

Note that this isn't quite the same as simply multiplying the number of faces on the dice together, since we can "remove" unwanted prime factors by reading the dice in ranges. For example, a d6 and a d10 can produce an evenly weighted 60-entry table, but they can also produce an evenly weighted 30-entry table by reading the d6 as 1–2, 3–4, 5–6, or an evenly weighted 15-entry table by reading both the d6 and the d10 in spans of two. A similar trick with a pair of d6s can produce tables with 9 or 18 evenly weighted entries.

Limiting ourselves to no more than two dice basically just puts a limit on the number of prime factors we can include to make up the number of entries on a single table, which is where dice other than the d6 and the d10 come in handy; for example, the d4 nets us a pair of twos if we happen to need more than one, while the d20 gives us a pair of twos and a five to play with.

(Now, if you're also interested in unevenly weighted tables, that's where the question gets fun – there are a lot of ways to mathematically combine a pair of dice beyond just adding them together! Consider, for example, the distribution of results for 1d6x1d6, or for making a d66-style roll, but reading the results without regard for sequence, such that 1,2 and 2,1 are considered to be the same roll.)

[twomystdunstans]

Kian and Rand are in a fucking episode of Lost (2004) and Rolan is running around his house like this

[densewentz]

more dreamling dad au bc thats just what i do now apparently i like lazy afternoon naps and so do our boys

[halflifebutawesome]

"gordon and alyx can have a sibling dynamic i think" wrong interpretation: Gordon sees Alyx as a little sister to be humored and protected, Alyx sees Gordon as an idolized big brother figure correct interpretation: these are two adults who know each other on such a deep level that they are a fucking nightmare. they're the time when i worked food service and my brother came in and asked "hey can i get something to eat" and I glared at him and sneered "I don't know, CAN you?" and scared my unknowing coworkers into thinking I'd finally snapped. except my brother and i don't have alien superpowers yet

YOU GET IT EXACTLYYYYYYYYYYYYY . they're like two cats bonded at a shelter. You get it you understand completely THANK YOU for wording it so perfectly . Yeah. Yeah 🧡 this is so beautiful

[dnangelic]

bitterly , he obeys --- his lips tightly shut and twist , his hands balling into clenched fists at his sides as his stare pierces through the other . each lament and despair feels like the heavy slam of an iron mace ; ritsuka staggers away , broken-legged , while the thief's own hollow heart bruises and aches .

why couldn't ritsuka understand ? what would it take to get him to understand ? that sometimes suffering was just suffering , that its so-called meaninglessness was a symptom rather than its own sole hurt , and that what others could call "natural" wasn't always right . the pace of his breaths quickens , and his heart slams against its heavy , shut doors . his own voice , be it out of a simmering fury or tapering shock , trembles a little . ' is that all --- ? ' grit , grimace . ' you're trying to make yourself an exception even though you just called yourself ordinary ? in a place like this ? in a place where even i exist ? ' here , in chaldea , the saints and devils and martyrs . the mortal and immortal , the ancient and the unborn , newborn , never-born ; the simple , the incomprehensible , the hideous and the beautiful , and at every center , the mundane master meant to experience and guide their stories anew . like this , ritsuka had always been a necessity , and beyond even that , a friend . a desire .

how could the other not have mattered ?

' even those emotions , ' no matter just how ugly , ' become undeniable proof that you're here . do you really think you've never suffered even as you're forcing yourself to suffer right now ? when did trying to help others turn into giving yourself up along with it ? ' a kindness rotting out from the inside --- he plucks it , tosses its rind elsewhere and out of his thoughts . ' if you want to keep lying to me and yourself , then fine . do whatever you want . but the reality is , there isn't a single thing in this world that's born with any sort of meaning . that goes for you and me both . '

eternity was eternity . suffering was just suffering . humans were only just human , and things were just things . ' ... the only thing that can change that is someone's heart and feelings . if mine aren't enough for you , ' for just a moment , his expression contorts with a deep and intense hurt , ' then there's nothing i can do . '

ㅤㅤFOR a split second, Ritsuka's expression had faltered, his mask slipping and what was revealed was his desperate, pathetic expression as Dark had forcefully torn the two apart, rejecting the master's tender illusion with the intent to smash that glass wall into pieces.

ㅤㅤHe stumbled back, prepared to accept the loss of their shared warmth and go about as normal but Dark had caught him, forcing Ritsuka to confront the reality of his words.

ㅤㅤAn overwhelming sense of dread suddenly consumed him and a sinking feeling twisted in his gut. His breaths quickened, pounding in his chest. He couldn't breathe. He felt like he was about to break down. He felt like he was about to die from the anxiety of being so exposed and so laid utterly bare before one of the many people he desperately didn't want to be perceived by.

ㅤㅤCornered, Ritsuka found himself rejecting the other in kind, teeth gritting and harshly ripping Dark's hand away from his side, eyes ablaze with anguished tears.

ㅤㅤ" Shut the hell up !!! "

ㅤㅤAh, there it was. His true self.

ㅤㅤ" I told you I was fine, wasn't I ?! " His voice was breaking, nearly on the verge of transforming into sobs. " I get it ... I get it ! I'm ... a coward ! I'm nothing but a hypocrite ! I have no good reason why I should feel the way I do but ... I can't help it ! But that's why ... there's no point in saying any of this when my stupid, meaningless insecurities are worth nothing in the grand scheme of things ! " He staggered backwards, clutching at one side of his face as he desperately fought the urge to break down. Even with all these words spilling out, there was still so much he had left unsaid. " Why should I say anything when there's so many people who've suffered far worse than me ... ? At the very least, if I help them ... I can be of some use, can't I ? " Even now, he still had the audacity to wear a smile on his lips, no matter how desperate and broken it appeared. " ... So what does it matter ? Why does it even matter to you ? I came from a place where I didn't know what it was like to suffer at all so isn't it only natural I keep my mouth ? To hold it all in and pretend it's all okay because ... it doesn't matter. In the end, Fujimaru Ritsuka has always been an ordinary person, barely clinging onto an identity that can only exist because of the people around him. In the end, am I really here ? "

[schizophoenix]

I remember going through a very well done Haunted House with a friend but a lot of the 'scares' were supposed to be sound based- one in this instance you were supposed to read some writing on the wall for the way out and a Big Chainsaw Guy comes out of nowhere to scare and chase you aaaah but Im deaf so I legit stood there trying to read fake blood on a piece of particle board 'wall' to figure the way out when the Chainsaw Guy came out and scared my friend but I didnt hear them. What ensued from what I gather is some Scooby Doo levels of silliness of this guy in a fake pig head with a chainsaw just staring at me confused as I stared at a wall while my friend took off and left me for dead. Real Velma level hijinks

Anyway I havent done one since but this still comes to mind every year

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

I think Asbestos is “gender” in the way that I really want her outfit and especially her coat with the hazard yellow, hazard risk text, and hazard symbols, and that I want her big slimy prehensile tail. Also maybe the cursed eye and fire magic. The woman herself, although attractive, is way too skinny and way too short for me to even think about in that way. not that you should be looking by to anime girls for your gender ideals in the first place.

But man that outfit and tail….

[skitskatdacat63]

Electoral Prince Oscar

+ process

Included the different layers of hair I do because the hair is always this nebulous thing until I get to the fourth layer or so lol. Also wow no rough sketch!! I wanted to draw him in this AU, but I also wanted to practice drawing real people. I've mentioned this before about drawing but. It's so odd how you feel like drawing a certain thing(in this case, being able to draw a person directly without too much thought) is impossible, and then you reach a point where you're easily doing it without thinking.

As for Oscar's place in this AU. I'm still a little unsure if I'd like him to be a King/Prince of some Italian state(some of which are part of the HRE atp) or if I'd like him to be a Prince Electorate. For now, as you can see, I went with an Electoral Prince, which is the heir to a Prince Electorate. And what is that, you ask. Basically the guys who were apart of the Imperial Diet/Electoral College in charge of electing the Holy Roman Emperor. Getting farther into is too complicated because even I really only started understanding it pretty recently. I haven't decided too much about his role because hes part of a whole other generation, HOWEVER. The plot would probably be something along the lines of him coming to have a "residency" in Seb's court in order to learn more about the buearacracy and his future involvement. Mark is very much an empty nester atp, and eagerly accepts Oscar as his pupil and is eager to show him the ropes. Oscar is shrewd and already politically apt from a young age, but he's very happy to hang around Mark as his mentor, as there's always more to learn! ...among other reasons

[sysig]

Destined to lose an eye in every timeline (Patreon)

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[ikurko]

[bijoumikhawal]

*sees a long post from an American comparing Cardassia to the USSR/China* *rolls eyes and keeps scrolling*

[aveterhours]

q!bbh vs q!elquackity is scary because isnt actually q!bbh vs q!elquackity. elq himself cant do shit to bad. most players cant do shit to bad. its bbh vs the federation, because the only way elq can get past bads insane defenses and numerous advantages is with the help of the entity that runs the island. recent events have only made that significantly more clear. the worry isnt how far elq will go, its how far the federation will support him in it