#also my dice actually obeyed me for once

[vitamaeternum]

Finally won my first 40K game today, it was Votann vs Blood Angels at 1000 points, so while I've still not won a 2000 point game, this is a start. Currently at 1-7 W/L record, and I will definitely lose some more, but now I am starting to get a better idea of what to do for the game. The Einhyr Champion put in some real work, I must say. Though I may experiment with using a Kahl attached to some Hearthguard for the Lethal Hits ability he gives his unit.

Also probably gonna sell my T'au to a friend of mine who's been bugging me about them since I got them. While I think the T'au are cool from a lore and aesthetics perspective, I just haven't enjoyed playing them at all to be honest

[miyamiwu]

Cool dice

Cool Dice = nerd (complementary), cool socks, please tell me about your special interest/hyperfixation

Hmmm where do I start

I am really into Chinese bl (danmei). Most danmei are like shounen with the homoerotic undertones, except the sexual tension actually gets paid off!!!

And I say “like shounen” because, unlike Japanese BL, there’s a lot more emphasis on plot when it comes to danmei. Of course, there are also danmei focusing on romance, but the best ones have complex plots you don’t really find in shounen ai/yaoi.

Naming a few mainstream danmei, to start:

Heaven Official’s Blessing = fallen god reascends for the third time and befriends a demon king. Together, they get to the bottom of a lot of scandals in the heavenly court

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun = evil emperor is reborn to the year he was still a teen and is yet to do any evil stuff and once again has to face his loathed master (shizun) and obey him.

Little Mushroom = sentient mushroom takes over dead human body and infiltrates the human base to retrieve his stolen spore

The Earth is Online = humanity is pulled into a death game

Sha Po Lang = ancient industrial Chinese setting (steampunk???) about a prince and his Yifu + war and stuff

And some non-mainstream ones, but are my absolute favorites:

Fourth Perspective = Sci-fi where characters have “logic chains” that grant them random abilities (that may or may not be useful), but with limits. Main character’s logic chain allows him to see other people’s “logic factors”

I Became a God in a Horror Game = Guy who’s obsessed with money gets pulled into a death game and comes out victorious every time (his driving force is money). Very mindblowing arcs and well-written characters

Mermaid Effect = guy picks up “fish” on the beach and keeps it as a pet, but then it turned out to be a biological weapon

Si Tian Guan = guy who died in political drama gets reborn to the year before it all started and vows to not repeat the mistakes of the past and also protect the person most important to him. This one made me cry a lot that I still couldn’t finish it...

It’s like… these stories just happen to have gay protagonists. The characters being gay and in love aren’t their main selling points. They actually have stories to tell outside the romance and the fucking (which is often censored coz, yknow, China) and also explore a variety of deep themes, and that just makes them more interesting to me

[mintydotdoodle]

spoilers up to the most recent events of riptide (ep115)

I don't know what possessed me (the spirit of Meryl Streep maybe???) but "The Winner Takes it All" works so well with the current state of Chip in the black sea. Like the idea of Chip eventually just coming to accept his loss and losing this inherit hope he's been holding so close. (which I don't think we would fully reach in cannon, but possibly something similar to how he broke down post Gillion drawing the card in the feywild with him talking about giving up in pirating to Jay) BUT LIKE STICK WITH ME HERE BC IM GONNA CONNECT TO SOME LYRICS first off : The winner takes it all The loser's standing small (Chip being physically smaller or emotionally smaller due to literally losing part of his body and some of his sanity from the black sea) Beside the victory That's her destiny (as a foil to Gillion beginning to move away from his destiny thing, him coming to accept that he was meant to lose himself in the black sea)

I was in your arms Thinking I belonged there I figured it made sense Building me a fence

Building me a home (home being both the black rose ship and albatross) Thinking I'd be strong there (Thinking is the key word here I feel, because every time Chip thinks he finds a home it can't help be swept away from him both in losing physical home and people) But I was a fool Playing by the rules

The gods may throw a dice (concepts of the whole group being pushed around by the supposed destiny and will of the gods) Their minds as cold as ice And someone way down here Loses someone dear (THIS SPECIFIC PART LIKE WOAH because it could work as both Chip's loss of his first family in the form of Arlin and Capt. Rose, and Jay and Gill losing Chip to the black sea)

The winner takes it all (takes it all) The loser has to fall (has to fall) It's simple and it's plain (it's so plain) Why should I complain? (Why complain?) (this is where those feelings of hopelessness and helplessness would come in)

But tell me, does she kiss Like I used to kiss you? Does it feel the same When she calls your name?

Somewhere deep inside You must know I miss you (Chip opening up for this moment of absolute unabashed sincerity about missing so much. Missing Arlin, missing who he once was, who he could've been, missing the life he could have with Jay and Gill) But what can I say? Rules must be obeyed

The judges will decide (will decide) The likes of me abide (me abide) (could possibly connect to Niklaus and his heart) Spectators of the show (of the show) Always staying low (staying low)

The game is on again (on again) A lover or a friend (or a friend) A big thing or a small (big or small) The winner takes it all (takes it all)

I don't wanna talk If it makes you feel sad And I understand You've come to shake my hand (i supposed final goodbye for Chip [Which I can't see actually happening])

I apologize If it makes you feel bad Seeing me so tense No self-confidence But you see (just this whole section in this self pitying apology to Gillion that he isn't who he once was, especially after Jay leaves)

The winner takes it all The winner takes it all (this part in the song and the way it's sung is so heart wrenching and I just get massive Chip vibes I cannot explain)

So the winner takes it all And the loser has to fall Throw the dice, cold as ice Way down here, someone dear Takes it all, has to fall And it's plain, why complain?

This could also just be my continuation of my obsessive Chip and musical theatre agenda, who knows?

[matenrou-fan]

I'm so glad your doing Obey me! now too! Do you think I could get a NSFW threesome with dice, fem!reader and Mammon please?

Dice x fem!reader x Mammon threesome

hiii star!! of course you can get it, here!! <3 btw this is my first time writing something like this so it's probably a little bit messy (ノ_<。) please contact me if something wrong!! xx

You always scold Mammon, your boyfriend, that there's consequences of his actions. But who will scold you after you decide to spoil him a little bit and show him the human-world's casino where you meet your old friend, Dice? Because now these two greedy men have become besties and actually have some plans for you…

Femreader, mention of sex and sex activity, teasing, begging (a little), oral (male receiving), fingering (reader receiving), breast play, crempie;; 1678 words;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

You let out a long trembling moan, tingle sensation tickle your chest, running down to your already heated core. Your skin was so hot, and it feels like every touch just warms you up even more. And there were plenty of touches, as two pairs of hands at once caressing your body now.

You were sitting on Mammon's laps, Dice right in front of you as his hands cupped your chest.. It all started so lightly and playfully, you can't even say at what moment it turned out like this. You know that these two can be a little naughty and bratty, due to pretty similar behavior but who would know they can be such teases if they cooperate? Even Mammon, who always seems to be pretty shy around you, now was stroking your thighs so hungrily…And it was so hard to sit still when Dice was playing with your boobs like that, squeezing sensitive nipples with his fingers through the thin fabric of your shirt, sucking your collarbone as his kisses got moved more down and down to a gap between your breasts.

"Someone already so impatient, huh?" - Mammon chuckled right into your ear, grabbing your hips tightly as you continued to squirm around under their touches. He can be surprisingly strong and now his hand holds you so firmly, pressing your butt to his crotch. You whimper, feeling his half hard dick pushing you through his tight pants.

"Sh, s/o.. be a good girl.. Let us play with you a little bit more.." - Dice giggles, looking at you with a smirk. - "After all, the jackpot feels better when you take your time with it, spreading the fun.."

"And we win a big one today, don't we?" - Mammon murmurs in such a soft and playful tone with a slight drop of tease, kissing the back of your neck, making shivers run down your spine.

His arms start playing with the hem of your skirt, fingers tickling sensitive skin under fabric but don't move more forward, to your pulsing core. You whine, spreading your legs more, carving for more friction but Mammon just keeps playing with you, drawing small circles and shapes on your inner thighs with his fingertips.

"Please.." - you whimper really quite, almost whispering. The way Dice keeps teasing your chest but only through your t-shirt, his lips so hot on your skin, the way Mammon keeps playing with your thighs and hips but doesn't even bother to finally take off your panties and touch you here.. it was too much to handle.

"Please.. you two.. two morons, just fuck me already..!" - voice so high pitched as you whine. It was a little embarrassing to ask like that, to almost beg, but you can't resist this urge inside your body, to be finally touched in the proper way..

"Ooh? So needy for us, huh?" - they chuckled, almost synchronously, and Dice finally took off your shirt, revealing your chest with hard nipples. Cold air makes you whimper for a moment, as the gambler was too stunned, admiring your naked top but then his warm hand almost immediately grasps your boobs again, even more greedy than before.

Mammon also gets more serious, lifting your skirt, his fingers touching your already destroyed panties.

"You're so wet.. Have you been dreaming about something like that before?" - he smirks, taking them off.

Slowly, but now more in a gentle and caring way than in teasing one, he starts caressing your wet folds. Little gasps and moans of yours lead him to the right way of pleasuring you as he quickly finds all your sensitive spots. His pace sped up, the other hand reached to your one and squeezed it a little.

Mammon leaning closer, buried his face in the hollow of your shoulder, while Dice was kissing your areolas, hot tongue licking sensitive nipples. He looks up at your bright red face and suddenly squeezes one nipple between his teeth, not that hard but enough for making you gasp a little.

"Hehe.. Your reaction is so cute.." - he whispers and gets closer to your face, his lips covering yours in such a passionate and loving kiss. You groan right in his mouth, feeling that you are almost on edge now, as Mammon's hand keeps playing with your pussy. He touched your clit, gently massaging you with a tip of his nail, and you couldn't hold back anymore. Tight knots in your abdomen suddenly pop up and you moan loudly, grasping sheets of bed, overflowing waves of pleasure washed through your whole body.

Both men keep stroking your body, helping riding your orgasm to the end. Mammon kisses your sweating temple, whispering you right in the ear:

"Hehe.. What do you think, s/o? Maybe you should pay me with the same service now?~"

"W.. what..?" - your head was still dizzy after your orgasm, that you didn't even understand him at first.

But when Dice took you carefully in his arms, turning you around so now you were on all four between them, your face so close to Mammon's crotch, you understood.

You unzip his pants, revealing a long cock in front of you, the tip of his head already trembling in pre-cum. Licking your lips, you first touch him with your trembling arms, finally have the opportunity to pay back for all his teases. Your smile a little as your fingertips slowly tickle his length, small gasps and whimpers above your head telling you how much demon like it. While Dice's hands greedily wrapped around your hips, and his erect cock pushed against you through the fabric of his pants. You and him groan breathless at the same time and you hear as another pair of pants unzips, your heart beating faster and faster as you lift your hips in anticipation. He was no less horny than Mammon, sloppy stroking your juicy folds with his head before finally pushing into your walls with a long moan. For a moment you froze, all your sensation concentrated in your pussy as you tried to relax and get used to his pulsing dick, arms grasping Mammon's thighs. Your trembling breath was tickling demon's sensitive skin and he groaned, getting impatient.

"H-ha, s/o.. You are so tight.. Just how much do you enjoy it?" - Dice whimper and look up at you, waiting for your command. Despite his whole body shaken at the urge to take you as fast as he can, he still wanted to make you feel good too.

So only after you nod him that you're ready, he starts, long and slow thrust sends shivers from your spine to your head, his low groans make you feel butterflies.. When Mammon's voice was more tense and high, as your trembling hands were so sloppy, stroking him decidedly slowly. It was a little bit hard to concentrate as waves of pleasure keep rushing down your body but you still wanted to tease him. You lick tip of his cock with your hot tongue, looking him right in the eyes.

"What's wrong, Mammon? Don't you agree that we should take things slow?" - you giggle between your moans, enjoying your boyfriend's amusing reaction. Here he is, teasing you not that long ago but now blushing heavily himself, his dick tremble every time your wet lips kisses hot skin. He bite his tongue, trying to control his tearful whines, but his needy eyes tells you everything better than any words can.

With a little smirk, you lick all his length and finally take him in your mouth, almost immediately moaning as in the same time Dice hit your g-spot so good, your whole body shivered and walls tightened more.. Mammon moan too as vibration of your voice tickle his dick, making him grasp sheets. He reached out and pulled your hair with a weak arm, pushing your head down.

But you moved away for a second, giving yourself a little break, and only then looked him right in the eyes and took him whole. He whimpers, biting his lip, hips lifted by itself closer to your face, as Mammon can't control his body anymore, your hot mouth always makes him go crazy. As his girlfriend, you already know all his soft spots and you continue to moan, watching how the vibration gives Mammon unreal pleasure. He leaned back against the pillows, his breathing began to falter, and his fingers tightened on the back of your head. Dice also grabbed you harder, squeezing your thighs with sweaty shaky palms. You feel his cock begin to swell and twitch inside you, his movements become more ragged as he roughly pumps you, stretching your clenching walls with force. It looks like you three were almost on edge, the room was filled with moans and wet sounds of body slapping to each other.

"S/o.. I.. I'm gonna cum.."

"Damn.. s/o, it's too good.. Ha.."

They both whimpered at the same time, holding you tightly, as your bodies reached the climax, sending you all to heaven of pleasure. You felt as thick cum filled your hot walls, your pussy clenched around Dice so hard, almost squeezed out sperm from him. He starts to slow down, sloppy thrusting in you, his hands almost leaving bruises on your skin as he keeps whimpering how good you make him feel. At the same time Mammon grabs your hand, his whole body trembling, deep but dim gaze fixated on your beautiful face. He murmurs a small apology as his trembling cock pushes your throat and he comes too, right inside your mouth, hot cum mixing with your saliva.

You all fall to a bed, still trying to catch your breath after that. You swipe sticky drool from your chin as you look up at two men, who's still gasping a little. But then they exchanged glances and looked at you back, due to sinful sparkles in their eyes you can say that this is not the end. And not even a middle, but only the start of a long night of exotic pleasure.

[attackradish]

Ok not to be Homestuck on main but I honestly think that the section with the Ancestors did more to humanize biblical figures to me than an entire childhood of being raised Christian. While the religion I was raised in did say (many times) that Bible characters were people like us with struggles like our own, and encouraged us to imagine things through their eyes and what their daily life was like, the primary focus was on what they could teach us and that we should obey god so we could benefit like they did or avoid problems they didn’t. They existed as Lessons rather than people. Unlike in Homestuck. Where they were just People.

So when I see posts that properly Humanize biblical figures I primarily default to their Homestuck counterparts. Not just because I’m a filthy Homestuck but because the Bible characters I learned about were so far removed from humanity that the post doesn’t resemble them. Like Mary. There’s this absolutely banger post about Mary that I’ve reblogged a couple times. My first thought upon reading it was how it deepened my appreciation for the Dolorosa. And then I looked at it again and had an epiphany about Mary. Because Mary wasn’t really that well developed aside from being a Willing and Obedient vessel for God’s will that had some vague Trials™ and suffered when Jesus died (but kinda quiet and off to the side so as not to distract from the suffering of God who had to watch his son be tortured to death (a totally unique ultimate suffering that we should be so thankful and worshipful for) (and also the suffering of Jesus which was also described in gorey detail since I was young, but not as great or praiseworthy as God’s suffering) (non-trinitarian btw). But now Mary is a dynamic human character who’s actually pretty interesting.

And once in a blue moon I’ll find Christian posts that are bangers but in a Homestuck way and I gotta roll the dice to determine if I want my followers to think I’ve become Catholic™ or to let some poor unassuming blogger know I’m using their sincere expression of faith to Blorbopost. Like I have no problem blaspheming or hereticizing in original posts but bloggers ARE real people and I’m not gonna clown on them unless they deserve it. This is especially bad when the post gives me Thoughts that I need to put in Tags and like. No. They don’t need to hear that. But my followers and beloved mutuals DO and nine times out of ten I can’t make an original post out of it without the Context of the original. So that’s lost media right there.

Why am I like this.

[bakurapika]

WAIT i keep thinking of more things

like ryou bakura. what is his effin deal??

so first of all, i think in context, despite our wildest hopes, amane is not actually dead. i know. i know, stone cold take. i’m sorry. hear me out. 

the context for this was bakura saying “yeah all my friends become comatose when they play RPGs with me” and i quote now, “Because it happened again and again, people started avoiding me like the plague... And that's why I transferred schools... I'm living alone now, and really far away from my family...” literally a page before the Amane letter. 

(This is also one of the chapters in a translation I don’t recognize, so I wonder if the older version we were all referencing didn’t make the family part explicit? If you don’t know, for context, there is/was a strong piece of fanon that many argued was canon, that Bakura’s sister Amane-chan is dead when he writes her a letter.)

To me though, that raises further questions. Why was this family’s solution to this problem to banish Ryou to Domino City? It’s not just another school. He is explicitly said to be living alone in his apartment (which is luxurious enough to make Jou jealous). The way this is referenced is that this happened at his last school, not a string of schools. But he’s far enough away from family that he has to write them letters. He phrases this like it’s his own choice to move. But how? There’s no apparent mention of adults in his life except in his letter to Amane, asking how Mom and Dad are. 

He also mentions that this is his first time at a new school, so this move seems to have been pretty recent. 

Having been blatantly possessed and all, Ryou plays hooky from school. He seems to be in control of himself fully except for when Bakura briefly stole his gym teacher’s soul (which I still suspect is through the mystical powers of pointing and shouting PENALTY GAME! regardless of fairness or context). He is not expecting visitors. Yami Bakura also does not seem to be prepared ahead of time for Yugi & co to come by. 

But, in this seemingly brand-new apartment, under his own free will, Ryou has set up an elaborate Monster World board with a collection of miniatures, a gaming laptop, and at least 5 plush leather chairs In Which To Game. Despite having escaped to Domino High explicitly to get away from Monster World.

Okay. Weird, but maybe we can attribute this to Yami Bakura planning ahead and working quickly. Maybe there’s a 24/7 Monster Mart nearby.

BUT THEN WE LEARN OF WWB. He’s introduced as “the White Wizard Bakura [LV 13]... An NPC, a “Non Player Character” created by Ryou Bakura.”

Yami Bakura seems surprised: “G... Urgh... A White Wizard created by my host...?!”

WWB says, “As a non player character, I obey the will of the other game master, Ryou Bakura.” He says things like “You saved me from the darkness of Zorc’s heart.” 

Yami Bakura’s response is: "With the millennium ring, I'll take the step I can only take once. I'll seal a part of my own soul into these dice. I'll call them... The doppel-ganger dice!!” but discovers “Ryou Bakura's soul is in the dice...?! Could it be, when I sealed part of my soul into the dice, he somehow sent his soul too...!! But... If he put his entire soul into the dice, he can't go back to his body! That's suicide!!”

But Yami Yugi knows that Bakura is still alive as, with his friendship powers, he can “still feel [Bakura’s] heart.”

WWB says, “[Ryou] created me into this world and through his adventures made me grow. Over time, I became a level 13 White Wizard.”

So that means Ryou has been playing Monster World long enough to level up 12 times, almost reaching Zorc’s level of 15. But Yami Bakura didn’t know about this. 

Ryou Bakura has been playing Monster World without Yami Bakura’s knowledge or involvement. This seems to have been done regularly (”over time, I became...”), not only in the past. 

We also know from the doppelganger dice that Ryou Bakura can use the power of the Millennium Ring on his own to seal souls into items. 

Is this a plot hole? Or has Ryou been using the power of the Millennium Ring all along somehow? But then, why was he so surprised to find out that the souls of his friends were in his figurines? How did Bakura not know about the White Wizard when first playing Monster World?

OK my ambien has kicked in so I can’t type any more. But yeah. What in the heck is up with this weirdo kid.

[obeymeaskme]

Obey Me!: Human and Demon hearts!

A/N: I've been working on a Fanfic for Obey me with a close friend of mine. It takes place after the game, and possibly in a AU. Each of my chapters are about 10 pages long, so I have split them up into sections for everyone! Please enjoy!

Chapter one: The Arrivals (1/2)

Word Count: 1,530

Rating: 18+

The world is an ever changing place. Some make a fair living, and others struggle with the flex and flow of life. Yet there were still opportunities left for two young girls looking for respite from their previous lives. Noelle, a short pudgy, artistic type who was the one to suggest moving to the countryside. Bella, Noelle’s long term friend who was searching for work, had agreed due to the open jobs in the town they had settled into. Even with their seemingly bright future, the skies above their trailer grew darker by the minute. It seemed almost unnatural to them. Noelle had paused outside while helping unpack boxes into the house. She looked up at the sky to stare at the shifting clouds, and shuddered when she caught a glimpse of lightning whip through the clouds.

“I know we're nowhere close to tornado alley out here, but I swear if these creepy clouds mean there's a storm coming, I'm not going to be happy...”

Bella laughed and stole the boxes from her hands, taking what was left of the packages.

“If you're that scared don't stand outside, silly!”

Soon enough the air was thick with humidity, and the girls made their way inside. Noelle began stretching as Bella took a seat on a stray bean bag chair and began to complain.

“I don't know what's gonna suck more. Unpacking, or trying to find our beds. I'm so tired...”

“I'm tired too. We did bring a blow up mattress. I can get that going, and one of us can hoard the bean bags...” Noelle responded with a flat tone.

“You want to sleep on the bean bags don't you?” Bella playfully accused.

Noelle gave no verbal response, and opted for just nodding as she rummaged through the boxes for the air pump and mattress.

Later on in the evening they unpacked most of the Tupperware, ate their dinner, and unfolded their bedding; Creating a small space for temporary living. In the corner of boxes they had placed a kindle that was playing a news station. Noelle had given a second shudder as the Anchor explained that the dark purple clouds was just a rare occurrence, only lasting a few days. Even when pronounced that the possible storm wasn't deadly, the atmosphere felt like it was about to crack. Furthering the girl's concerns.

Bella had crawled out of her makeshift bed, and found a box labeled “Bella's Stuffed Animalz”. The 'Z' was scrawled over the 'S' in an attempt of a joke done by her current roommate. Dumping out the contents, an armful of cow plushies, and a realistic seal squishy covered her bed. Tossing the seal towards Noelle's way she stroke up conversation about their new life. The longer they chatted, the more they yawned until finally both girls had fallen asleep. Unaware of what the next few days will bring.

Morning came, and so did the sun, but instead of golden rays, the previous forecast had turned the world around then into a filter of purples and blues. The same news station played in the background as the girls continued their adventure in unpacking boxes. After the morning had dragged on, a break was in order. It was a new day, and most of the boxes had dispersed. A sign of their hard work. Hard work that Noelle decided was to be rewarded with a trip to the nearby town. Begrudgingly Bella had agreed, and the two made their way down the road. The Town itself was nothing special. A straight way of small stores, and a handful of side roads that probably lead to other houses. Two Stomachs growled at the sight of a Pizza shop where they chose to spend lunch before they had gone window shopping.

Both the girls were fairly happy with the lack of social introductions, and the short walks to the stores were even better. It was a slow pace that they both ached for after years of past hardships and day to day life. A final destination came about, but only by the sheer magnetic allure the oddity shop had given them. The Purple banner had matched the sky above them, though the clouds seemed as if they were soon about to part. A bell jingled against the door as they walked in. Both in awe that such a store would exist in this kind of town.

The shop was a mix of herbs, Wicca and witch tools, and various other hand crafted items that seemed to sparkle on their own. The further the girls went in, the more drawn to the corner of the store they became. Very quickly they had walked up to a bland bulletin board that was littered in 'Help Wanted' and theater ads. Yet among all the paper clutter, they had both reached out to a paper advertising for a transfer program. The touching of their hands had broken them out of their trace, and they looked at each other, then back to the paper to examine it more.

The ad seemed like it was hung up a millennium ago. Stains and aged finger oils had caused the paper to look ill compared to the others. Yet the black ink border and description seemed fresh, and also most modern.

“Where does one's soul inlay in the human body? The Heart? The Mind? Or the Nature of a human's will and desire for knowledge. Come forth to the Royal Academy of Diavolo! Help Create A Peaceful Change with the Human Soul!

No School-Age-Or Degree Necessary”

Noelle chuckled as she shook her head.

“This sounds more like a cult than an Academy. ‘Cause Diavolo sounds like a cult god...”

As if on cue a creaky old voice spoke from behind them.

“So close, but no dice!”

Chills ran down the girls spine as a hunched over, yet tall elderly woman had seemingly mocked them. A blush ran across Noelle's face, and Bella had shifted from discomfort.

“Oh please, don't get so nervous. I'm only playing around. That ad you read is for a very well and respected school, that not many people get in. Well... half because not many people are interested.”

Noelle had shaken off her nerves and read the ad again, taking an application form from the packet. She considered it, and then took a second one.

“there's no number to call...”

“The RAD is a bit old fashioned, but that's precisely why they're good at what they do. Yet they somehow manage to barely hit the mark for modern day technology. I know the headmaster personally, and I tell you, if you want the experience of a lifetime, I'd risk filling one of those out.”

The Woman didn't leave. She seemed to be waiting for an answer. Only when the girls told her they'd think about it, did they get to exit the shop, and walk away from the old ladies tracking eyes. To say they got back to their small home as quickly as possible was an understatement.

After they made a beeline to the door, Bella had turned around and locked it. Giving the girls a feeling of satisfactory safety. The house was calm for once, and though the sky above had finally started clearing up Noelle's hand seemed to twitch and itch towards the papers in her bag.

“I... I kind of want to fill one out... Do you?”

“No, not really. You said it yourself, it sounds like a cult...”

“I just looked it up, and the only thing I'm finding out is that Diavolo means Devil...”

It was a false, calm, silence and both of their tangled up nerves returned as they laughed. Only to try and relieve stress. Bella shook her head and took one of the applications, and scoffed.

“I'll fill it out, but it's not like we're going to actually send them. There's not even a return address on these.”

Noelle read her paper over and over again. Bella was right. It was a basic form with Name, Number, past Achievements, and a whole other list of personality questions. The Academy symbol wasn't even on it. It came down as a simple prank to them. That woman might just be trying to scare them off. Maybe the town had a hallmark type of thing against newcomers? It didn't matter. No, now they had begun filling out the papers as a joke. They took the questions seriously. Noelle wanted to mock “Diavolo” since he'd never receive those papers. And he'd never get to read them. Soon after finishing the applications, they had thrown them out after tearing them up, and reminisced about the achievements written on the papers. Poking fun of their personality assessments telling them both that they were likely candidates.

Dusk had taken over the day, and the clouds had finally cleared. Signaling another day has gone by, and sleep once again took over the household. Leaving behind a finished home, and two cautious sleepers.

[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

I have no idea but for some reason I greatly desire to see Obey Me deal with the Avatar/Aspect of Change/Chaos. I'm not sure if you've played Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous but one of the mythic paths you can take is Trickster. It's almost like if you are simply trolling the game itself as you proceed with the path.

Such as being able to use skills in new and unconventional ways because breaking the rules of reality is fun.

Trickery: Magical effects do not differ much from magical traps, and can be disabled just like any device. (Rank 1)

Multiple magical effects do not differ much from complex magical traps, and can be disabled together just like any device. (Rank 2)

Living creatures are also just complex devices and can also be easily disabled. (Rank 3)

Knowledge (World): You now know so much about the world that you understand that everything in this world is decided by dice. And you are good at dice. You have some very special dice that you will use from now on.

The Avatar of Change absolutely adores humans because of how quickly they adapt to challenges and changes. By that same reasoning they find immortals boring. It's probably why angels and demons find themselves at the mercy of their tricks and pranks so often.

They might be the only being that almost managed to get themselves banned not only from the Celestial Realm, but the Devildom too. Apparently the only thing in common with Father and the Demon King is their mutual hatred of pranks.

I can also see the Avatar of Change having a complete disregard for the rules of time and physics. It probably annoys the hell out of Barbatos. It's not like Change is malicious in anyway - they just really enjoy having fun. At the expense of others who are sturdy enough to handle it. Though Barbs is probably a common target for them - little petty things like switching out tea with coffee and sugar with salt.

Maybe once they decided to paint the roses a different color in the royal garden.

Just a somewhat petty Loki-type that uses their powers for mostly harmless entertainment but is as annoying as craft glitter. You can never get rid of it.

I have never personally played that game. I know that Pathfinder is a tabletop RPG game base... So is it like a DND class? or is this an actual video game that I am unaware of?

This would be very interesting though... Also reminds me of the fae!MC mentioned in my last post.

I would love to see them switch sugar and salt and Diavolo doesn't notice so he puts in two heaping spoonfuls and then Barbatos just grabs his cup before he sips it and glares at MC.

[whatudottu]

Because I've held this off for too long, once again it seems that @nukeli has beaten me to the punch with colour schemes. Damn my procrastination or whatever, but I only just realised that I didn't put any mention of the 'fodder' classes (Vehicons, Insecticons and I suppose Autotroopers since I'm including them) and wanted to put down my thoughts before writing this up.

An added bonus here is that certain character have different alts (based on character changes and even the heavier focus of 'robots in disguise' that these Decepticons are after) so it's not just me ranting about colour schemes.

Yes, this was why I was complaining about the wiki altmodes, so deal with the vehicles I found instead. May or may not be due to me using images as references haha.

The Autobots (you are here)

The Decepticons Part 1

The Decepticons Part 2

Going in order of my notes, we begin with Cliffjumper. He’s obviously a 1970 Dodge Challenger and what colours I’ve given him are on the image below. Nothing much to say about a definitely dead character other than I didn’t just wanna make him blue.

Next on the list is good old Doctor Ratchet. I’ve had it in my mind ever since Nuke’s one post that SG!Ratchet was like Medic from TF2, so I guess I took it and ran.

To play an opposite to regular Ratchet, he comes across as affable and friendly but is really just doing the things he loves to people he hates. Autobots, Decepticons, hates everyone. He despises Optimus Prime too, but he can’t do anything unless he wants to be cooped up in his berthroom reattaching his limbs for it. Believe him, he tried.

As for altmode and colours, I spent way too long finding that he resembles a Mercedes Benz G-Class ambulance that I was ticked to find out he wasn’t at all. I special looked for the green coloured ambulance because Synth-En, duh!

Breaking in after the Doctor comes our local wrecker Bulkhead. I don’t have much of a read on this guy, other than the fact that I thought it’d be a cool idea for him to lose a lot of his memories after ‘TMI’, ya know, from the Synth-En recipe? Certainly not set in stone, but it could very well contribute to my accidental theme of memory (which only has some small links in the posts I actually created).

With the help of my car enthused cousin I have given our not so loveable mech a Terradyne Gurkha, a little more military than the wiki’s off-roader Lamborghini that I’m too annoyed to bother to look at. I thought that the military origins and the black colour scheme sorta allude to something something mindless military man. yada yada.

Following him is our ever wonderful Optimus Prime, or maybe Lord Prime? Haven’t thought too much about that. What I have thought of is this master manipulator who mayhaps also be a little bit delusional idk we’ll decide in the car.

I always loved the idea of a smiling SG!Prime, as if there’s still hints of this benevolent leader that the original has, but it’s warped and meant to add fodder to the war, encouraging mechs to fight to their deaths all in the name of not only the Autobots, but their Prime. Also as a warped version of the original, I wanted Shattered Glass Optimus to be deluded in the fact that Megatron will change, change at least, to submit to the real leader. Ain’t happening. That’s sorta there with Ratchet too, but well, you read Ratchet’s piece didn’t you?

SG!Prime is consistently purple and black, and whilst I have found a Peterbilt Semi Truck with that wonderful colour, it comes with white instead. Think about it, this typically evil colour paired with often innocent white, that’s like perfect for what I’m going for.

Fitting that he’s next, it’s time for Prime’s Second In Command Ultra Magnus. I’ve... really got nothing for him. Maybe he’s still by-the-books but like he finds loopholes just to commit atrocities? I don’t know.

I’ve given this boy a Mack Trident alt instead of Prime’s Peterbilt, just for differences sake.

After Magnus, we got our little bug Bumblebee... or is it. Because I wanted to change his colours a bit without going into Beast Hunter territory, I wondered if bees come in different colours and, low and behold, they do!

As for the boy himself, I think he was one of the bots manipulated by Prime himself to join the cause and, given his almost rewritten personality, has only lived through to this point in the war by sheer luck. This mech is an absolute menace, feral and powered by the need for Prime’s approval, tearing others with denta and servo more often than with stingers and blasters.

Now you’ve noticed I haven’t been using his name? That’s because he’s now Blue Band (I just realised he’s still bb haha)! He gets his name from the Blue Banded bee, and I found a Chevrolet Camaro to match.

In line with BB’s younger status, feast your eyes on Shattered Glass Smokescreen! Oh boy isn’t he a delight. His hero worship has essentially turned him to a prime (pardon the pun) candidate for Optimus to form into his perfect super soldier, who already would die for this deranged mech even before laying optics on this grand Prime.

So, he’s an absolute suck up, a straight up spoiled brat that has it harder than Blue Band for Prime’s acknowledgement, and is actively showing off and bragging that he’s Optimus’ favourite (he’s not, he just encourages it because that’s the easiest way to get Smokey to do what he wants).

Almost to reflect that (perhaps another pun) I found this gaudy Chameleon Chevy Corvette that absolutely SCREAMS show off.

Regrettably partnered up with him after the passing of Cliffjumper, Arcee has run out of patience. Not everything she does is motivated by Airachnid (what kind of character would that be? not a fun one) but she does often enjoy killing those connected with her. After Tailgate, she’s gotten a little mad, but her effectiveness otherwise increased so others never bothered to ‘fix’ her.

Having lost both of her partners, when she absolutely hates another (read; Airachnid and Starscream because he still kills Cliff) the best kind of revenge is putting her opponents in her own pedes. Oh, that mech’s growing attached to one of his comrades? Slice and dice them before their optics. Oh, that femme is finally coming out of her shell and making friends? Gore out their spark and hope that humans don’t decide this would be the perfect time to practice what they preach and save the life of that same mech with a hard to perform surgery that may or may not have been lost to time.

Okay so she’s obviously a Kawasaki Ninja (haha that’s kind of fitting) and I was tempted to make her pink like other Arcee iterations, but look at this fancy stuff right here. He hoo glowy look pretty!

Almost in leu of an Airachnid archetype, Wheeljack comes in. Though still quite the wrecker and ever the bomb enthusiast, instead of actively celebrating his impacts and going solo to stop the rust settling in, he’d rather be offed whilst mechs are distracted by his pretty explosion and lay forgotten in the dirt.

I may have accidentally rooted the unintentional memory theme deeply with the wreckers (Breakdown included) and maybe just took it and ran, giving everyone else a little connection, but Wheeljack is probably the most explicit in this idea. He hates nicknames (which i super Ratchet uses to mock him here in Shattered Glass) because that’s like... naming something you’re going to keep to quote that specific fic which, honestly, I can’t remember. Wheeljack split from others to stop them from remembering him and put himself closer to a situation where he can die alone, as morbid as that sounds. No grand death, no stupid death and no straight up suicide (generally that’s a VERY impactful kind of death) so just a mediocre end is what he’s been looking for for a little bit too long.

As for his colours, I apparently have no taste and should not have a car because I really like what this image has going for it. This C3 Corvette is probably one of the few cars that fits the straight up box of a sports car that Jackie’s got, so I’m sticking to it, so no, don’t show me the wiki I’m ignoring it this was too painful to give up dang it!

Okay, finishing off the bots, I have the Autotroopers. Sure, I’m not using a reference of a car to show off the colours, mainly because there’s also going to be flier troopers too, maybe... surely... definitely. Most depictions of them are white, you know, goodie goodie, and I’m tempted to just laze around and do just that. Instead, I think a goldish colour would be fun.

Aside from sharing a key colour with Ultra Magnus, essentially a war lawyer, which is perfect for subjects made to obey, a nice glimmering finish almost feels like they’re all manipulated by Prime to believe in the Autobot cause. I suppose the special devision, if there is one, would be a nice Prime purple, sorta like if it’s Optimus’ personal guard if he actually had any belief they would do their jobs.

Oh boy this is so long...

[snowdice]

Having a Ball (Dice Roll 14)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan/Patton, Remus/Virgil

Characters: 

Main: Logan, Patton

Appear: Virgil, Remus, Roman

Summary: 

Yet, he was not to be alone for much longer, as just as he turned his head back to the crowd, the doors to the ballroom opened, admitting another guest. Logan found himself unable to look away as the man entered the room with no fanfare. Most of the other guests did not even notice him, but Logan did. He was pushing through the crowds a moment later. 

Logan dances with a man at a ball.

Universe: Royalty

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Cinderella AUish, Sexual innuendo

This is part of my Roll the Dice Event which is where I do random ships, universes, and genres for the Sanders Sides fandom. For more details see this post. I posted a few days ago my results from this dice roll here. You can read the last one of these fics here.

Balls had always been the bane of Logan’s existence. His father had once told him that he’d grow to enjoy them, but even at the age of 50, he still thought the things were nonsense. At least, for the most part. He could barely tolerate the drivel that passed for conversation with most of the guests, and just attempting to cross the room was often hindered by bodies dancing and moving about. Unlike his younger brothers, Roman and Remus, he did not have the ability to flow with the crowds. The fact that he’d never even thought to attempt to learn was inconsequential. Just like this event itself. He didn’t even know the occasion for this one.

Roman was already off and about enjoying the attention he garnered from the crowds. Truly, he was the main reason Logan still permitted these balls. He would approve them every time with the condition that Roman would be the one to plan everything, and Logan would only consent to show up on the actual day. Roman was more than pleased by this arrangement and Logan couldn’t say he resented the younger man’s enjoyment of the task.

Remus also enjoyed the balls, but for a different reason. He was currently off doing… lord knew what, but it was probably something Logan should care to prevent. He did not care to prevent it, however, as he knew the moment Remus was done sowing mischief, he’d sweep away the only other sane person currently at this event, leaving Logan alone.

“What even is the theme of this one supposed to be?” Virgil asked from beside him. Logan’s brother-in-law was the only person in the room not wearing a mask, though he had one in his hand.

Logan squinted out at the crowds. “Green?”

Virgil snorted. “I doubt Princey would be so uncreative. It’s probably something like Woodland Fairy Summer Solstice in a Meadow After a Rainstorm.”

“No, no,” Logan said, suppressing a smile. “I do believe that was three times ago.”

“Ugh. No offence to you, but I’m divorcing your brother, so I don’t have to deal with your bloodline’s antics anymore.”

There was a faux wounded gasp from behind Virgil. “What is this I hear?” Remus asked, wrapping his arms around Virgil’s waist from behind. Despite Remus’s feigned discontent, he pressed his lips to his husband’s neck. “Am I being betrayed by my love?” he breathed into his ear.

“No, stop,” Virgil hissed, trying to squirm away. “We are in public and in front of your brother!”

“Oh,” Remus said. “If only there was a way to keep you anonymous so you wouldn’t have to be embarrassed.” He plucked the mask out of Virgil’s hand and basically slapped his face with it.

“Everyone knows who I am anyway,” Virgil groused, but he did reach up to secure it to his face. “I’m the only one Roman can never force to wear his outfit designs. I stick out.”

“And whose fault is that?” Logan asked amused.

“Roman’s for having such shitty taste.”

“Well, no argument’s here,” Remus replied with a chuckle. Then he hummed, releasing Virgil briefly, only to grab both of his hands. “I guess the only avenue open to us it to go make out in a dark corner.”

Virgil sputtered, face turning crimson behind his mask as he glanced nervously at Logan. Logan just raised an eyebrow. It was ridiculous that he still grew embarrassed about Remus saying such things even after over two decades of marriage. Logan himself had long ago grown numb to it. Remus shot Logan a wink and Logan return it with a droll look. The next moment, Virgil was being pulled away, leaving Logan well and truly alone. Logan mourned his loss.

Yet, he was not to be alone for much longer, as just as he turned his head back to the crowd, the doors to the ballroom opened, admitting another guest. Logan found himself unable to look away as the man entered the room with no fanfare. Most of the other guests did not even notice him, but Logan did. He was pushing through the crowds a moment later.

He bumped shoulders with a few of his guests but could not muster any regret. He mumbled a few courtesy apologies without even glancing at the recipient. No one dared protest as, even with the mask, they could almost certainly identify him as the king.

The man had just made it to the bottom of the staircase by the time Logan shoved past the last of the crowd. He looked up at Logan as he approached and though Logan could only see his eyes through the mask he wore, he could still without a doubt say he was stunning.

He’d obeyed Roman’s theme for the most part but tweaked the color scheme just enough to stand out from the crowd. The outfit was somewhere between a suit and a dress, the top being a suit jacket over a waistcoat, but the bottom flaring out into a long skirt. Logan could not tell if it was one or two pieces. It was green as instructed by the invitations Roman had sent out, but with a touch of blue here and there and the accents edged further toward gold than the suggested brown. Logan could not see his mouth as it was covered by the bluish-green mask, but he could tell by his eyes that he smiled when Logan stopped in front of him. He was beautiful.

“Hi,” Logan said.

“Hi,” he replied.

Without missing a beat, Logan offered his arm. “Would you like to dance with me?”

Amusement pooled in his eyes. “That’s rather forward of you, Mr. Stranger,” he said, yet he still took the offered arm, “but, yes.”

With his permission, Logan pulled him towards the dance floor just as another song began. Something about the man made the movements of the dance easier for Logan. He was always pinpoint accurate with his steps, but he’d been criticized as too stiff his entire life. Yet, Logan could feel himself loosen up with the man in his arms. His mind drifted from the order of the steps to focus almost completely on him, on the way his eyes sparkled with glee and the way his hand gripped at Logan’s shoulder. They were inappropriately close, but Logan didn’t care at all. In fact, he leaned his head in closer to listen to him speak and speak they did. They spoke about everything and nothing until Logan couldn’t even recall how many songs they’d danced too. Eventually, the conversation stalled to a comfortable silence.

“Are you enjoying the ball?” the man asked after a few minutes of them just dancing.

“I wasn’t,” Logan said simply.

The hand on Logan’s shoulder squeezed a bit at that. “But you are now?” he asked.

“Well, most of my discontent was due to the fact that I’d been lacking good company.”

Logan could imagine the smile under the mask with perfect clarity. “Well…” he said. “If the event itself isn’t fun for you, perhaps we could go somewhere else.”

Logan could love no idea more. He leaned in so his lips were near the man’s ear. “We will have to sneak away so my brother does not see.”

“Hmm,” the man contemplated, looking around. “We can pretend we are going to the balcony for some air and sneak off to the garden,” he suggested.

Logan glanced around the ballroom, locating Roman who was currently chatting with a small group of guests on the opposite side from the balcony. “That seems to be an adequate plan,” he agreed. His partner shifted the dance slightly putting them on a trajectory that led them towards the balcony. Logan kept his eyes on Roman every time they turned to make sure he wasn’t watching them. Eventually they made it to the balcony doors and stepped off the dancefloor together. They walked casually towards the balcony and then with one last glance back at Roman, they dashed out of sight towards the door that would lead down to the garden.

It was guarded as guests were not allowed in the garden, but the guards stepped aside for Logan easily, and the two of them slipped out into the night air. The man giggled when the door closed behind them, assuring their freedom, and Logan could not help but laugh as well.

Then, they were off to walk into the garden. Of course, they had been dancing for so long that they were starting to get tired, so after only a few minutes, they found a bench hidden from any castle windows by a long row of bushes.

They settled onto it and sat there for a few minutes, just soaking in each other’s company. They did not need to speak but for a few words. Every so often the man would giggle breathlessly, probably still in reaction to their daring escape.

Finally, Logan turned to him with a tender smile on his face. “May I take off your mask?”

“You may,” he agreed easily. Logan reached up as soon as the words left his mouth to carefully remove the mask and reveal a very familiar face.

“Hello,” Logan said.

“Hi,” Patton replied, his face flushed, but happy. Logan leaned forward to touch their foreheads together, and he giggled. “You always find me, huh?”

“Always,” Logan promised. “Even when I have no idea who you are or what your face looks like. Even if all I have to go on is a stupid magic shoe made out of glass.”

“Aw honey, I love you too!” He leaned forward to kiss Logan, but before their lips could meet, a voice spoke up.

“Nope!” Virgil’s voice said. “Nope, they’re kissing. I can’t keep quiet anymore.”

Logan frowned and looked back to see Virgil’s head had popped out of the bush behind them. As unhappy as he had been when the man had left him earlier, he was even more unhappy to see him now. Logan glared down at him.

“Hello, Virgil,” Patton giggled.

“Do the two of you have to do this every goddammed time?” Virgil groused. “We get it. You broke a curse with a magic shoe and stubbornness.”

“And love,” Patton reminded.

“Ugh.”

“Aw, let them have their kinky roll play,” Remus’s voice said from within the bushes.

Virgil grimaced. “Ew.”

“Says the man currently hiding in the bushes,” Logan shot back.

“I’ll have you know this was a completely nonsexual romp through the bushes,” Virgil claimed, but then his eyes widened as he jumped and yelped. “Remus!”

“Tell them to go away. We were here first,” Remus whined.

“I was born first,” Logan groused.

“Well, I already have my pants off.”

Virgil looked down quickly, face going red at what he saw. “When did you take your pants off?!”

“You’re lucky you still have your pants on,” Remus said.

“We are not screwing in a bush, Remus,” Virgil said. Then, “Hey!”

Remus laughed lowly and Logan looked back at Patton. “Perhaps we should just leave them to it.”

“That’s probably for the best, knowing them” he agreed, standing up. “We’ll be in the gazebo, boys,” Patton told them. He grabbed Logan’s hand and pulled, and well, Logan would never not follow him.

[kaitycole]

The Winner Takes It All

Summary: Some insight on Constantine’s thoughts before he confronts Eleanor and Jackson

Word Count: 1462

Pairings: Constantine x Eleanor, Eleanor x Jackson 

Warnings: Mentions of adultery, illegitimate child, an affair

Song Choice: The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

Part 19.5 of WP. To catch up, read here.

A/N: This is just a piece to give you some deeper look into Constantine and his actual feelings rather than the mask he wore in the previous chapter.

For Constantine, it was true love the moment he laid eyes on Lady Liana Grayden. If he wasn’t bound by tradition, he would’ve cancelled his social season the first night. He knew without a fraction of a doubt that Liana was the woman for him, his queen. When she left him and Leo, Constantine was forced to remember the words his father repeated to him his whole life: Royals don’t get the luxury of marrying for love. That’s when he boarded up his heart and threw himself more into being king than he did a father.

It was about a year after Liana left that the royal council began pestering him about taking another wife; if only for the sole reason of producing a spare. When he finally agreed, he was told about several suitors, though they all agreed to pick someone that could relate better to the people. Someone from a different walk of life, maybe even someone from another country. They decided to pick the daughter of a man Constantine’s father had dealings with and soon a courtship started between the King and Eleanor.

I don't want to talk/ About the things we've gone through Though it's hurting me/ Now it's history

From the beginning, Eleanor was told why he needed to remarry and while he felt those butterflies when with her, Constantine made sure to not let them cloud his judgement. This marriage was simply for convenience, stabilization of the monarchy, and a married king looked stronger than an unwed one. Especially one that had been left in the middle of the night. Eleanor seemed fine with the arrangement, the two might not have been passionately in love, they still shared feelings that resulted in the birth of Liam. The pair was civil and while it wasn’t the story book love most think the throne has, it was nice.

I've played all my cards/ And that's what you've done too Nothing more to say/ No more ace to play

Constantine often found himself wanting to let his walls down, to let her in, but whenever those thoughts crossed his mind the pain of Liana would creep back in. Even when he found out about her miscarriage, he couldn’t allow himself to reach out. Instead he threw himself back into being king and neglected being not only a father but a husband. Then he saw her tear into Barthelemy Beaumont and while he loved every second of it, the fire in her, it was still uncalled for. He messed up that night too, seemingly siding with Beaumont, leaving her alone once again. But what she didn’t know was that he knew she had snuck off to the courtyard to see Jackson, Timothy had reported it to him when he asked for her. His heart cracked a little when he saw their intimate embrace, but he didn’t let himself dwell. But his anger overtook him and he lashed out on her, pushing her even further away.

The winner takes it all/ The loser standing small Beside the victory/ That's her destiny

Weeks passed and he noticed a shift in her behavior, but knew of nothing that could have caused it. Jackson seemed to stay on opposite ends of the palace as her, but other than one embrace, nothing else was reported; Constantine had no reason to distrust either of them. Then he saw her running around with Liam and the other children and he saw her come back to life. He told himself that he had to do better, to let her in, or he’d end up losing her for good. And things seemed to work out for the royal couple; he really saw them as being happy; finally giving her the marriage that she deserved.

I was in your arms/ Thinking I belonged there/ I figured it made sense Building me a fence/ Building me a home/ Thinking I'd be strong there

The pieces of him that had been broken by Liana were mending the closer he got to Eleanor. He meant every word he said to her, every declaration of love he made, all the times he held her in his arms. Something changed in Constantine after all that, the thought of filling the palace with more heirs brought him a joy he didn’t think he could have. But then the other shoe dropped. The peace treaty with Auvernal was threatened and the fabric of their relationship started to fray. He watched as Eleanor slowly started to pull away from him, his heart broke each time she pulled away from his kiss or she simply ignored him.

But I was a fool/ Playing by the rules The gods may throw a dice/ Their minds as cold as ice And someone way down here/ Loses someone dear

Instead of joining him and their sons at the Portavira summit, she opted to travel to Valtoria: a long-forgotten duchy. He entrusted her safety and care to Jackson, someone he trusted. Someone he personally called to serve in the Kings’ Guard, just as his father and grandfather had. The photographs on his desk proved that to be one of the biggest mistakes Constantine made.

The winner takes it all/ The loser has to fall It's simple and it's plain/ Why should I complain

He looks at them until the images are burned into his mind. There was no disputing what he saw, no way to explain it away. They started off innocent enough; sitting closer than normal, sharing a meal, these were all things Constantine could brush away. But as he flipped through them, the less innocent they became. Each image causes the anger in him to boil until he sees the ones that he can’t ignore. Ones of his wife and guardsman in the throes of passion, shamelessly. He felt sick to his core just thinking of the two as tears threatened to fall.

But tell me does she kiss/ Like I used to kiss you? Does it feel the same/ When she calls your name?

When he asked if Eleanor was pregnant, he was partially joking. While they had been intimate several times, he wasn’t sure if the timeline would fit. But her cravings for sour foods was an identical marker to her pregnancy with Liam and Constantine felt excited for the possibility. Then he saw these photographs and combined with their recent behavior, the chance of him being the father grew increasingly slim and he feels a hatred in him he has never felt before. He had a lot to do, there was a possibility there was another heir, but also the chance of just some bastard of the queen. A better man might have been able to ignore the telltale signs of his wife’s adultery, to just stay married to her by name and remove the guardsman from the palace, royals don’t marry for love after all. But Constantine isn’t a better man, he’s bitter and scorned, scarred from the abrupt loss of his first love, and self-destined to never allow anyone to be close enough to hurt him again.

Somewhere deep inside/ You must know I miss you But what can I say/ Rules must be obeyed

Constantine stands up, flinging the photographs to the floor. As he paces, he starts to wonder if they even had a plan for this abomination of an arrangement they started. If they even thought of the possible outcome of this, a child. He would not allow some bastard a chance to even be in line for the throne, he wouldn’t allow some guardsman’s offspring to tarnish the bloodline of the monarchs before him. But if it was his, he didn’t know how he’d even be able to look at his wife again. Liana just left one night, without a word or warning and it still hurt him to see Leo because when the light caught his blue eyes and blonde hair the right way, he looked just like his mother which broke Constantine’s heart. If he couldn’t look at his own son, how could ever look at someone else’s?

So the winner takes it all/ And the loser has to fall  Throw a dice, cold as ice

With each step he takes, the anger continues to grow until he’s come up with an idea, a plan, to cause them to hurt just the way they had hurt him. This wouldn’t go unpunished, regardless of the paternity test. When he leaves his study, he slams the door and by the time the door clicks behind him, Constantine’s heart has completely hardened. His emotions dead bolted behind a door that no one would ever be able to open.

Way down here, someone dear/ Takes it all, has to fall It seems plain to me

[fearfulkittenwrites]

Pull you out of the dark

Summary:Dick is working an important case. Damian sees straight through his bullshit. 

If his brother wants to die so bad then the only way he can do that is over Damian's tiny, cold, mean dead body.

Or: Someone's finally taking care of Dick Grayson.

“Grayson,” Damian called, walking into the cave “What are you doing up?”

“What are you doing up?” He shot back, not looking up from the screen.

“I just woke up. Did you get any sleep?”

“I’ll lay down in a minute.”

“It’s six thirty in the morning. The sun is up.”

“Oh.” He straightened his posture “Guess I lost my chance then.”

“What?”

“I’m fine, Dames. Just working a case.”

“Grayson...”

“Let it go, okay?” He warned, finally looking at his brother, eyes dangerously serious. Damian left with an unsatisfied ‘-tt-.’

Dick sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He still had too much to do. It was important. Maybe the most important one yet (But aren’t all of them?). He ran test after test, looked for connections between crime scenes, tried to triangulate a location... And when he ran out of things to test and look for, he tested the same materials, and looked at the same scenes, because he knew he couldn’t sleep yet. He wouldn’t be able to.

After a few more hours, he finally got up from his chair, even if he still had to check security camera footage. He decided could do that from his laptop, because soon the cave would be a little more alive, with his sibilings and friends training and doing their own research. Usually, he wouldn’t mind that. He would actually prefer it. Today, however, wasn’t usually, and he needed to be left alone. He needed to focus. This is important.

He climbed up the stairs, meeting Tim on his way up.

“Morning.” He waved. Dick retributed the compliment and kept walking. Tim quirked an eyebrow but decided not to ask.

The man went straight to his room, picking up his laptop so he could work again. He reviewed hours of footage that he couldn’t surely say were necessary. But if there was a chance he could find something that matters, then he would waste as many hours as necessary on this. Sometime around noon, his computer’s battery died, and, after almost tearing apart his own room, he was certain his charger wasn’t there anymore. He walked out of the room, fuming, and went to the kitchen, finding the charger thief sitting at the table.

“Damian,” He said, staring at the boy as he got up “Where is it?”

“I’ll give it back. But first,” He placed a glass of water in front of him “Drink.” Dick huffed, but chugged the water anyways. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was “Good. Now,” He set two bowls in front of them “Sit down and let’s eat. It’s lentil soup, my recipe. I know you like it.”

“Damian I swear to God...”

“Eat.” He repeated, more serious, but the other didn’t budge “Sit your ass down and eat right now or your charger will be diced and scattered in the front lawn.”

Dick begrudgingly complied, pulling the bowl closer to him and sitting down in front of the chager kidnapping devil he called brother.

“This really is good.” Dick muttered under his breath, sighing after the first bite. Damian smirked.

“Of course it’s good, I made it.” Dick smiled at that, taking another spoonful to his lips “I know why you do this.” Damian stated, and the man looked up “Father does it too, and far as I can tell, Todd also does it.” Dick raised an eyebrow, but the other didn’t notice “I belive the only reason why Drake doesn’t do it is because he is always overworked. But the three of you have a clear pattern.”

“What do you mean Dames?” He asked.

“It’s an anniversary.” He affirmed, as if it cleared averything up “I don’t know wich one it is, but I can tell something bad happened around this date.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dick lowered his spoon.

“-tt-.” The boy rolled his eyes “Do you take me for a fool, Grayson?” He crossed his arms. Dick remained silent “You stayed up all night working in a common murder case.”

“It’s important.”

“Sure. But it doesn’t warrant an all-nighter.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

“I may not know what this date represents to you Grayson, but I do know it’s painful. And you overwork so you don’t have to think about it. You tire yourself out so that you can just pass out on occasion without having to deal with the thoughts that come before you drift off.” Tears gathered in his older brother’s eyes, and his jaw was clenched “Look at me and tell me that I’m wrong.”

Dick’s head dropped.

“You’re right.” He whispered “It’s... My parents’ death.” Damian pursed his lips. That explains why he didn’t know it before hand.

“Well, I’m not telling you not to grieve. I’m telling you not to ruin your health in the process.” He looked down at his own bowl and murmured “Please.”

“Okay.” Dick whispered back. He wiped his eyes and they resumed eating in silence. Once they finished, Dick asked “Can I get my charger now?”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“Damian...”

“When?”

“I... Think I had two hours the night before the last? I’m not sure.” He replied, looking defeated. Damian sighed.

“Follow me.” He said, leading both of them into Dick’s room “Wow, you really are messy.”

“It’s your fault.” The man shot back, frowning.

“Well, this calls for a change of plans.” He turned on his heels and went to his room instead “Take your shoes off before you enter, please.” Damian had that habit from his time with his mother, but his family wasn’t used to a no shoe household and he was only able to inforce the rule in his own room. It would have to do. “Now, the charger is not here. I’m not stupid.”

“Then why did you bring me here?”

“Because your bed was buried under piles of clothes and you need to sleep.”

“Damian, I need my charger.”

“Wrong.” He pushed him gently to his bed “What you need is sleep.”

“Fine.” He sat on the bed “But I can’t sleep in jeans.”

“Oh.” Damian looked down at the other’s legs “Wait.” He searched through one of his drawers and pulled out a pair of black sweatpants “Here. They are yours.” Dick raised his eyebrows “I... I don’t have many pajamas. You were gone and I had spilled stuff on my last pair of bed pants and... I stole them.”

“I’m a little weirded out by the fact that I didn’t notice, but okay. You can keep them untill we get you new pajamas.” Dick got up “Is it okay if I just...”

“We’re both men and we’re brothers.” He said, climbing into his bed “Go ahead.”

Dick changed into the sweatpants and sat on the bed again before laying down next to Damian.

“You’re... Staying?” He asked.

“Are you trying to kick me out of my own room Grayson?”

“No, I’m just surprised you’d sleep with me that’s all.”

“I thought... I mean, we do this a lot.” Damian asked, confused.

“Yeah, it’s just... Usually we do this when you have nightmares. And I didn’t think you’d sleep during the day either.”

“Dick,” He supported his head’s weight in one elbow “If I were to leave you alone, would you be able to sleep, or would you overthink yourself into a panic attack?” He didn’t answer “Exactly.”

They kept quiet for a while, the older man tapping his fingers against the back of his own hand.

“Damian,” Dick started “Why are you doing this?”

“You weren’t taking care of yourself, so somebody had to.”

“Yeah, but... You said B does the same. And Jason too. But... I’ve never seen you do this to them.”

“You always take care of me. I had to take care of you. Besides...” Damian pursed his lips again “It’s scary, seeing you like that. I don’t have to take care of father and I don’t worry about Todd because you always do. You are the one who pulls us out from the dark Dick. And this time, you were the one getting lost in those shadows. So I did what you always do for me.” He turned to the side “I... I hope that worked.”

“It did.” Dick offered him a weak smile “Thank you Dames.”

“Don’t mention it. Now turn around and sleep already.” The older man obeyed, turning his back on Damian, assuming he wanted some privacy. Instead, he felt his arms wrapping around his torso, mimicking the way Dick held him after his nightmares woke him up. He looked over his shoulder “Shut up. I know it feels nice. Sleep.” Dick smiled.

“Dames, you’re the best brother in the world.”

“Wrong again Grayson.” Damian smiled too “That title is yours.”

[letskidnapsenpai]

Hi! Could I request an Ikesen or Obey me matchup, please? 😊 You don't have to do this if you don't want to!

I'm an INTP-T, Aquarius. I'm 5'4 (my friends are all really tall which annoys me to no end) and use the pronouns she/they and have really frizzy and unmanageable brown (borderline black) hair that reaches around halfway down my back which I usually keep in a ponytail and really dark brown eyes. I also wear glasses but I usually just forget to put them on half of the time 😅

My day never starts without either a cup of coffee or at least some lemon/peach tea and I love music, reading ('The tell tale heart' by Edgar Allen Poe is one of my favourites), animals and art and plan on majoring in marine biology. My favourite colour is brown just because of how warm it is and my sleep schedule is non existent. 

I can be really insensitive sometimes by accident and have a really messed up sense of humor which is usually compiled of dark humor or self depreciative jokes. I'm generally very introverted, initially coming off as cold and/ or intimidating to people when they first meet me according to my friends so it takes a while for me to open up to people but I'm basically like a four year old on a sugar high once you get to know me. A smart and slightly emotionally detached four year old but a four year old with no impulse control or sense of self preservation on a sugar high nonetheless. 

I struggle with self-love but I'll be damned if I ever let anyone else think or say anything bad about themselves and I'm really prone to bouts of emotional numbness whenever I get triggered by something like someone yelling at me or a loud noise which leads to me being very distant at times and causing me to struggle with maintaining any kind of relationship (be it platonic, romantic or familial). I'm overly confrontational and swear like a sailor and will not hesitate to call someone out especially when it comes to people I care about.

My love language is physical touch which I think comes from being overly touch starved and I'm clingy and really affectionate, even in public, but get flustered really easily by the littlest things. Like, I cannot handle compliments.

Thank you and make sure to stay safe and take care of yourself! 🥰❤ Also, sorry if this is really long 😅

Hii!💖💫 I matched you with somebody from ikesen, because I felt like it would be better 💖💫 Matching you with someone was really hard, I couldn't choose who to match you with in Ikesen, because you would be awesome with everybody in something, but in the end I picked 💖 I hope it's not too short 🥺💖

My choice for you is... *dice roll* Mitsuhide! And here's why:

• Kitsune boy would tease you for your height, because he, like the other warlords, is giraffe, but little bit of teasing never killed anybody unless you decide to kill him in his sleep for it

• With his straight white hair does he use purple shampoo? and light, golden eyes, you're like perfect opposites when it comes to looks and you make each other's beauty stand out even more

• He'll remaind you to wear your glasses, so you don't go around, bumping into walls or worse, other men

• He probably likes morning tea too, so you two spend your morning in each other's company, drinking tea and talking about your night Mitsuhide's morning voice? I feel like I'm pregnant just from imagining it

• Mitsuhide can probably sing, so he'll either sing or read to you while you fall asleep in his arms

• Another difference between you two is your style, unlike you, he likes cold, light colours you're like Anna and Elza but again, that makes yours beauty stand out more

• He tends to overwork himself, so his sleep schedule is also really bad, but he'll with help if unnamed mom friend try to get you both to rest better, after all, he has to take care of his little mouse

• Something you're both same at is your humor, when you two joke, half of the warlords look at you concerned, Mitsuhide loves your joke and you love to make him laugh

• With Mitsuhide being, well, what he is, your accidentally cold first impression doesn't shock many people, and even less people show when they find out how hyperactive you actually are

• He loves how smart you're, he's so proud of you and he loves showing you off

• Struggles with self love? Don't know her. Mitsuhide can not only have you begging for him in seconds sorry not sorry but he'll also make sure you know how beautiful and perfect to him you are, because he loves you with his whole heart and he'll never let you think something bad about yourself

• He knows everything, so he also knows the real you, so he'll not give up with you even through your distantness and he'll make sure you're okay and everything, no matter what happens

• He'll find your sharp tongue amusing and even more after you scream at somebody for almost hour after that person said something rude about Ranmaru protect that bby

• He'll bathe you in affection, even in public, he doesn't care, he'll treat his lady right no matter who watches

• Prepare to shine red all day long, he's a tease and he'll do anything to make you blush, so you might as well just rename yourself to tomato

[baekhypnotized]

hit the lotto [M]

casino every Friday night with Baekhyun, he is really confident to win on every game and yes, he does. since you’re getting bored while watching him winning, you try to tease him but he ignores you. by being a bad girl, you silently angry with him and leave to the washroom. never thought Baekhyun would hit the lotto as he explodes in you. 

GENRE: smut, romance, oneshot, lotto!baekhyun

PAIRING: byun baekhyun x you/fem reader

WARNING(S): fingering, blowjob, sex, dom!baekhyun, sub!reader

WORDS: 2.1k+

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This oneshot fic is inspired by my mutuals’ tweet so I tried to challenge myself to write another smut short fic. Hope you guys like it and please don’t mind the errors and enjoy :)

Friday night finally comes when Baekhyun brings you out to the same place, the casino. despite he owns tons of cash but making everyone lose right in his hands makes him satisfied while you are just simply sitting comfortably on his lap as your back rest on top of his chest. 

Watching them trying to win every match, you find it’s getting boring but you never have the guts to actually say no to his invitation. Because this activity has become a regular one in our lives. You always wanted to have a midnight drive with him around the city or even binge Netflix while cuddling on the big, comfy bed. But instead, you’re here. Witnessing Baekhyun tries to win even though the title has become his for a long time now. 

“Blow it,” Baekhyun says huskily. You were surprised when he suddenly knocks you off from your thoughts. Also, when he demands you to do something, our heart skips a beat. You are pretty shocked by his words, biting your lower lip hesitating by his instructions. 

He suddenly brings the dice closer to your face as you can see his rings shining brightly as the light hits them. “Blow the dice, baby. Let’s see how’s your luck for tonight.”

You obey, blowing softly on the dices at his hand and once you’re done, you display your puppy eyes at him. Baekhyun gives you a peck on your lips before throwing the dices on the gaming table. 

Baekhyun would willingly spend his hours for continuous rounds but up until one point, you tend to feel bored. You prop your right arm to support your cheek, you blankly stare at the playing cards and the chips on the table.

Trying to persuade him to do something else, you slowly move your hips and eventually rub yourself onto his clothed crotch. You can hear his breath hitch for a few seconds before he bends closer to me, moving his lips closer to my ear. “Stop moving, baby. I need to focus on the game.” Then, he nips softly on my nape before focusing back on the game. 

“But, Baekhyun,” You mutter his name but it’s audible enough for him to listen as you grab his hand and bring it over to your panties. Since he always likes me wearing spaghetti strap dresses, the lengths are perfect enough to cover your thighs. “I’m already wet,” You confess, hoping he gives the reaction that you are waiting for. 

You slowly guide his hand to palm your crotch, causing you to mewl softly. He quickly pulls away from his hand and when you turn around to look at his expression, Baekhyun simply ignores you and focuses back in the game.

Sighing frustratedly, you hop off from his lap. “I’m going to the washroom.” You inform him and turn to face his bodyguards. “You guys just stay here and I’ll be back.” You instruct and before leaving the game table, you roll your eyes at Baekhyun even though he still ignores you. 

Passing through the big hall where there are plenty more game tables, you find your way to the restroom feeling annoyed. Why? Because Byun fucking Baekhyun ignores the hell out of you and second, people keep on messing your way when they bumped you by the shoulders. 

The restroom is pretty dim. The light makes the big restroom look scary in red colour. But, the vibes in here it’s kinda hot. Since there’s no one here, you're pretty sure you’re probably staying here for a couple of minutes. Well, probably handle your drenched pussy and release it. 

Taking out your phone from the purse, deciding to snap some photos by the reflection on the mirror as you pose. Suddenly, the door opens slowly which makes you jolt in surprise. You thought it’s just another guest going to use the restroom but instead, it’s him.

Baekhyun, the one that makes you frustrated tonight. 

He was literally wearing a black with red stripes pattern on it, a belt strapping around his waist. Tonight, he lets his glistening chest expose a bit, a silver necklace hanging right on it. Baekhyun’s red hair looks messy yet he still looks good. Black tight pants that he always wears displaying his thick thighs. 

“Why are you here?” You scoff softly, but for sure he still can listen to it. “I thought you’re busy with the game,” Rolling your eyes again as you mock him. You can hear Baekhyun chuckles, walking slowly towards you and eventually, you feel your heart quickening every time he steps one by one closer to you. 

He pushes your body by the sink, cupping your cheeks with his hand as he forces you to look at the mirror. You can see the two of you guys reflecting where Baekhyun is watching you intensely. He bends closer to tease your nape with wet kisses while his other hand caresses your thigh, trailing upwards until he meets your clothed crotch.

“You tell me that you’re wet, huh?” He asks you with a low tone. You simply nod your head but instead, you receive a smack on your buttcheek. You gasp loudly, gripping your knuckles together to suppress the pain. “Use your words, kitten.” 

“Y-yes…” 

You can see that Baekhyun gives you a lopsided smile as he lifts your dress up to reveal your buttcheeks. He caresses the same spot in the circle to soothe the pain and when you thought he would stop, you’re completely wrong. Baekhyun continues to spank you with his palm as you hide your face on the countertop. 

“I. ask. you. to. behave. and. be. a. good. girl.” Baekhyun spanks you with every syllable word but you keep your mouth shut while whimpering through the pain. The spanks are strong enough to make you tear up and apart from that, you find your walls clenching with the thoughts of the spankings. 

“So kitten, are you going to disobey me again?” He stops spanking you as he caresses your sting buttcheek and for sure, it will leave marks after this.

“N-no…” You reply, sobbing a bit as you wipe your tears away. Baekhyun’s chuckles can be heard clearly. He brings his hand back to my crotch, palming your south and he teases by poking a finger at your clothed pussy. 

Baekhyun uses his foot to spread your legs apart and while he sneaks in his hand into your panties to trail his fingers on your sensitive folds. You can hear the sound of metal clinking as he unbuckles his belt.

For sure, your heart already beating so fast, thinking that Baekhyun’s going to fuck you here in the washroom. As you know, he would already ask his bodyguards to guard the washroom, blocking people from entering and that would leave the two of you alone.

He finds your clit, playing it with his thumb that makes you start moaning. Baekhyun still trails his fingers along your folds, teasingly poking your entrance that eventually makes your walls clench, as your liquid starts flowing out and pooling the panties and his fingers.

You can hear him humming in appreciation. Pulling the panties away as it pools on the floor, he inserts two fingers without any warning. You arch your back in surprise. Your inner walls are clenching around his digits as he tries to get them to find your sensitive spot. Moving your hips closer to him, you hope that Baekhyun will speed up. 

“S-shit, Baekhyun…” You gasp softly as when you almost reach the peak, Baekhyun pulls out his fingers and quickly replaces it with his thick cock into your cunt from behind without any warning. You grip your knuckles until they turn white, begin to moan when the feeling of his member filling you inside. 

Baekhyun thrusts his big girth hard in your pussy, grunting when he tries to push through your inner walls. He leans over to trail kisses along your jawline and down to your nape as he sucks onto your sensitive spot that makes you gasp softly. You bend over the counter, trying to suppress the pleasure that he gives when Baekhyun doesn’t stop ramming his entire length in you from behind. 

He gives powerful thrusts relentlessly, your muscles clench around his thick dick involuntarily. Baekhyun gathers your hair to your right side and when he comes closer to your ear as he grunts. His hand flies and swat your buttcheek with his palm. Unconsciously, you wince in pain but at the same time, it gives you another wave of pleasure. 

“I-I’m alm—” You try to confess but Baekhyun wraps his calloused hand around your neck as he starts to put pressure. Then, he slips his index finger in your mouth to keep it shut, at the same time, you can finally taste his silver ring with your tongue. 

Grunting again, he commands. “Don’t dare to cum without my permission, baby.” Baekhyun pushes his tip deeper to hit your weak spot while he couldn’t stop plunging his cock in your tight pussy. You can feel every edge of his member as you try your best to hold yourself from releasing it. Suddenly, he slips out his girth from your cunt. 

Your breathing becomes uneven and you’re about to throw a riot because he stops. Swiftly, Baekhyun turns you over to face him as he forces you to kneel right in front of him. “Stuck your tongue out, kitten.” You do as he tells you. He grips your hair with his hand, shoving his dick into your mouth. 

“I want you to take it all,” Baekhyun tells you, thrusting his dick deeper into your wet cavern and when his tip hits the back of your throat, you almost gag on it. Tears start to form at the edges of your eyes but you continue to lick his dick with all your might, feeling his protruding veins. His breathing is loud and rough but as he’s still unsatisfied, he pushes your head closer to his groin. 

You choke in the breath as Baekhyun moves his hips in a quick pace. When he looks down at you, seeing you suffer, a smirking plaster on his face. Bringing your hand slowly, you cup his balls that make him moan louder. Baekhyun caresses your cheeks with his hand, feeling the cold sensation of his Rolex. As you detect that his almost near his climax as his cock twitches, he pulls it out from your mouth. Some of your salivae dripping out and you can taste his salty precum. 

Baekhyun lifts you up and places you on the counter, pushes his tip between my folds and into my pussy in one quick move. A wanton mewl escape from your mouth, your eyes roll to the back of your head when he starts shoving his entire length into your tight cunt. 

“You’re so…” He breathlessly confesses, “tight.”

Your mouth parts as the same arousal rush in you again. Baekhyun thrusts relentlessly through your walls and when your knot tightens more in your stomach, he again wraps your neck with his hand. He chokes you, tries to block your airway when you finally reach your climax. 

“C-Can I c-cum?...” You stutter as you ask him. He doesn’t utter any words but instead, he nods his head. Another powerful single thrust, you explode around his cock and at the same time, he shoots his warm cum, feeling your womb. You gasp softly as your walls keep on clenching around his member and for sure, the mixed cums must be leaking out from your pussy. 

Baekhyun leans over to devour your lips for a sloppy kiss, sliding his tongue into your wet cavern as he explores you. Unconsciously, he pushes his dick deeper inside you that causes you to moan. He cups your cheek to indulge you deeper and when the two of you short in breathing, he breaks the kiss. 

Both of you panting heavily from the aftermath of sex in the restroom and when Baekhyun pulls out slowly his cock from your pussy, you gasp as you feel the emptiness. His eyes dilate because he sees the glistening liquid dripping out from your pussy that makes him lick his bottom lip lusciously. 

He takes the toilet paper towel to wipe you off before he helps you to stand on the floor. You wear your panties back and try to look good but instead, your face glowing brightly because Baekhyun just gives you the best fuck even though it was short. 

“So tell me,” You take one step closer to him, playing with his loose tie around his neck as you pull it lightly. “Did you win the game?” You ask him. 

Baekhyun chuckles huskily with a smug smile spreads across his dashing face. “I hit the lottos tonight because I won of course and also,” He pauses for a few seconds, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he continues, “I got to fuck you for being such a bad kitten tonight.” 

[shinglescat]

Low-key disappointed in the game.  Gameplay wise it’s good, story wise - okay. It’s vast but ultimately empty. 

The first game made by CDPR that I finished (and sorta-kinda enjoyed).  Deffo better than their previous game *cough* tw3 *cough* Wasn’t waiting it, wasn’t hyped for it either, just needed a brand new game to play. I’d say it’s 6/10. Will definitely be 8/10 once they fix bugs and do something about that shitty optimization. I mean, it’s playable in its current state, but every bug breaks the immersion.

A mess of thoughts:

Despite my initial neutral to negative opinion of this game, it grew on me after the prologue; it started to pick up and all that stuff. I loved the side quests, I loved the main quests, and my main issue with the game is the writing for V. It’s not bad, it’s just... it’s more for a game like Skyrim with a generic avatara-protagonist, but not for a game where personality and persona matters the most, story wise. It had a lot of potential to turn into a mindblowing mindfuck, but instead it’s just... disappointing. V’s character and personality never gets defined either by the game or by the player, and the background does very little to help the matter. Feels like I bought another BG3, but without the EARLY ACCESS badge. Actually hoping Larian would handle this whole head parasite problem better. This whole “you’re turning into Johnny”  thingy is just there to, I dunno, just to add some more shits and giggles to the story, I guess. I’ve been expecting V to start turning into the guy, or the guy starting to turn into V, buuuuuuuuuut with exception to the smoking - there’s nothing. Thought at first that Johnny had a better writing compared to V, but in the end - they’re at the same level of shitty. Both need a lot more definition than that. The endings are all the same, it was obvious that there’s nothing that could help V to stay in the land of the living - so went with Arasaka to close the circle for the corpo kid. It was all alright up until the point where mr. Reeves started scolding me for my choice, like lmao, what the heck game, you don’t know my V and why we went this route. Sorta-kinda redemption, stfu Silverhand. I dunno, man. I was hopeful before the “point of no return” for the DLC to come out, but now I’m just depressed a bit, ‘cause well - the protag grows on you either way.

The game tries hard to be several games at the same time. It’s trying to be GTA-like, it’s trying to be an immersive sim like Deus Ex, it’s trying to be an rpg, but it fails miserably at almost everything. The game would be better, imo, as a linear experience, not as in corridor one, but rather in character development - haven’t seen those games in ages. Yeah, keep your rpg mechanics for leveling up, skills and yada-yada, but leave the character linear without any player input to better tell the story of Silverhand’s and V’s. Also, the city is E M P T Y. It’s pretty and all, but that’s just a shell. 

Did I mention the AI? It’s the fucking worst. Imagine Karens from NFS: Heat and multiply that by 100 - that’s the traffic in CP2077. Also, if you ever thought NFSH’s police was brutal - try Night City’s, it literally forces you to obey the law, and god forbid if you ever get a lot of wanted stars - it’s insta death.

Optimization is sucky too, dunno how people play it on non-Turing cards. I played on ultra with RT turned on at psycho ’cause I wanted to see if the lighting is still a piss with it to the max (spoiler - lighting is indeed a piss), DLSS set to auto, and maaaaaaaaaaaan, from 20 fps up to 60 down to 20 again in a heart bit just because I was playing the game for too long. Possible memory leak?  Disabled DLSS for funsies - fps cut in half. Oy vey.   Also, this game turns the PC into a really nice space heater. -15C outside, windows open, +50C radiates from the case and warms the footsies. Nice.

Sex scenes are hilarious, by the way. My V banged Meredith, and oh boy did I laugh hard at that. 

Aight, now to some positive parts that I still remember:

I loved River’s quest line (and prerequisites for it), tho a bit short, and yes, I’m gonna complain about the dude being not available for the dudes because I did not know that and did not started as a dudette. The Hunt quest was... it was thrilling, disgusting but amazing at the same time. Not a masterpiece, but it you get the idea. Would’ve loved more jobs with him, like a buddy cop stuff, idk. Then there’s Panam, her quests are great too, not gonna go into the details.  Judy’s quests, a thriller too. The main quest isn’t so bad too except for the protag duo who would benefit from a better writing.

To be honest tho, overall it was... a really plain experience. The only time I had goosebumps and some semblance of water in my eyes is with Alt’s part, Johnny’s memories and that stuff. Annnnnnnnnnnnnd that’s that. 

Gameplay is fine, I had a lot of fun dicing enemies with katanas.

Looking forward to see what DLCs would bring. Hopefully a happy-happy ending, because fuck this world is depressing as is already.

Edit: wanted to add, there are not enough of proper side quests. A lot of generic gigs, but a handful of normal side quests. 

[mister-lady]

I did fic gmkfkdkfr. And it what, only took me several weeks to write a fic for Dice? Mvgkdkkf. This was still fun and I liked it :3 and sorry if ttheres a lot of typos, I only seemed to be able to write this before I went to bed or before I woke up so it might be a little sloppy fkdkdkdk this was also a lot longer than I intended so ubm,, sorry about that

AU: uhh.. I dont know if theres a proper au name? Store clerk au? Idk but you'll get it cjfms

TW: talk about food, mention of blood, mention of looking like someone got murdered, talk about sharks eating someone

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Matt had a party he was invited too, and for Matt this was a special occasion, so he decided to go out and get some formal wear! He had a few dresses and such at home, but he wanted something with a newer and fresher feeling. Lucky for him, there was a nearby tailor shop that he knew about. He's never been to the tailor shop because he's never really needed anything from the place, so he was a mixture of excitement and nervousness at going. Thankfully for him, the nervousness wasn't too overwhelming this time.

As Matt stepped into the tailor shop, he was quickly hit with the smell of strong perfume- or was it cologne? Either way it was powerful enough to give him a small headache the second he walked it. He couldn't help but notice the small bell that jingled as he walked in, and smiled at the noise. Matt decided to look around, and caught a glimpse of a perfume stand that had it's own counter and shelf to it. Matt could only guess that's what was causing his headache. He couldn't help but also notice how big the store was too. He expected it to be some small tailor shop like the stores you would find inside a mall, but this once mind as well be the mall. He could only imagine how much money this place was gaining to be so big, and the concerned him because that normally ment it was pricey, and Matt wasn't really in the mood to go 50 miles elsewhere because he was a broke sucker. The interior had bright white walls and white floor tiles too, and the lights made the whole place seem to glow, only contributing to his minor headache. Though, it did make sense that they would need good lighting if it was a tailor shop, which seemed to have mini stands inside that sold other stuff, like the perfume one he had spotted earlier. Matt walked further in to get a better look and saw some other people that were presumably with store clerks that were taking their measurements or picking out clothing that would work with them. Matt also noticed that the majority of customers were females, which made him grow a little self conscious and contrary to what the website said, he almost started to doubt if this place had items for more masculine customers like himself. Matt hadn't gotten too far into the store before being abruptly stopped by someone. Matt shrunk a little, the person that stopped him looked rather intimidating, they were wearing mostly black clothing that hugged his body and had a scarf wrapped around his neck even while indoors, and also had a pair of shaded circle glasses that made it harder to see his eyes, again, while also indoors. 

"And what brings you here?" The mystery person had asked.

Matt quickly scanned the person for a nametag, and found one on his chest with his name written on it. "Uhmm… I came here to maybe find an outfit for a party I need to go to later?" Matt was debating if he should bother using the person's name, as he wasn't ready to potentially butcher it.

"A party? Tacky; but fine. Come with me I'll help you pick out something." The man waved his hand, signaling Matt to follow him.

"T-tacky??" Matt blurted out before wishing he hadn't spoken up.

"Uhm, yeah. Tacky. We sell things like dresses and suits, not poorly colored and terrible silk clothing for a party no one is going to remember." The person didn't even turn around to face Matt while speaking, and kept walking.

Matt was left speachless, he didn't even know how to respond to that, especially because it was a slightly true statement. After a few minutes of Matt not knowing what to say, and feeling stupidly shy, he decided to at least look around and see if anything caught his eye. Matt didn't realize that the person he was following had stopped, and almost bumped into him. 

"Here, stand on this stool." The guy pointed to a small stool that was set infront of a mirror against a wall. 

Matt obeyed and stepped onto the stool. He looked at himself in the mirror before quickly looking away for several reasons.

"Stand up straight." The idiot wearing glasses indoors ordered.

Matt quickly shot up and fixed his posture and stretched his arms out straight and was quickly filled with embarrassment. The worker pulled out a tape measurement and quickly started taking Matt's measurements. Matt, like the dork he is, felt his cheeks flush at someones hands being so close to his body, especially when taking measurements for clothing, which that normally required waist and bust measurements. Matt looked away, avoiding eye contact like it would kill him. He was probably making the situation seem worse that it probably was. The worker stood up and put the tape measurement back into his pocket before seeming to think about something.

"Don't you need to write the measurements down?" Matt shyly asked.

"I do this every day as a job, I have it in my head." The worker spoke with a tinge of sass in his voice. "What are you particularly looking for, anyways?" 

"Uhm.. well, I was mostly looking for a suit, though I normally don't wear the overcoat with it so maybe just a fine button-up shirt with a tie?" Matt had subconsciously reverted back to being slightly hunched over and his hands were fiddling around with the cuffs of his sleeves. 

"I'm sure I can find something for that. Any particular color you're looking for? And what type of tie? Are you allergic to any fabrics? I need all the details." 

Matt was overwhelmed by the sudden burst of so many questions and almost immediately blanked on anything he was just asked. "Oh I uh.. I'm not allergic to anything, uhm.. I'm not too picky about color, and I'd prefer a bowtie." 

"Very specific, aren't we?" The worker teased.

"Well I don't want to seem too picky, I mean I don't want anything too expensive." Matt stumbled over his words.

"Darling, being picky here is what we need. Lucky for you I'm not someone that just throws anything on you for money." 

"Ah yes, how lucky I am." Matt muttered sarcastically.

"So, are you sure you don't have a preference? Becuase I don't want to pick soemthing for you and you go complaining." 

"I won't complain!" Matt stubbornly said.

"Fine, fine. You're words not mine." Then he walked off, probably to go and find something for Matt.

Matt couldn't help but think how oddly the place was ran. Matt didn't expect it to be that they pick something for you, he thought it'd be like any normal clothing store, where he could pick out what he wanted to wear. Of course, if a customer pointed out something they liked then the worker would probably get it for them or allow them to look around, but Matt would rather die than speak up like a normal person. Plus, this guy seemed to know what he was doing anyways, so Matt didn't mind too hard. While Matt was thinking about looking around he decided to see what was around him anyways. There was a small jewelry section nearby which probably had necklaces and earrings and chains and bracelets. There were also shelves on either side of Matt, not too close to him, but if he stretched out both of his arms fully, he could probably touch the two shelves. They looked like they would be shoe wrecks, but actually had folded clothing on them. Matt noticed an orange Hawaiian shirt with pineapple print all over it and three white buttons extending down from the collar of the shirt. He couldn't help but giggle as he picked it up, but made sure to not unfold it in the process. I mean, it was a party after all, right? Not some elegant ball. And it's not like a silly pineapple shirt hurt anyone anyways, right? He carefully set it back where he had grabbed it from, and eagerly scanned the shelves for anything else that might catch his interest. Most of the things on the shelves, as for the rest of the store, were all silky material stuff or fancy and were probably meant for more special occasions rather than a party that Matt was going to sit out in the bathroom all night. Yet… something felt different about the clothing on these shelves. Most of the shelves were a beaming white, and only had three or four shelves near the bottom for shoes and some folded pants or socks and stockings, and had hangers at the top for skirts and dresses and shirts and gowns and such. The shelves near Matt were brown and only had folded clothing on it. And Matt just noticed the prices were a lot cheaper too. It was like he found the discount regect section of the store. Though, Matt didn't mind it too much because he found a shirt he liked.

Matt was so lost in thought, he didn't realize his "buddy" had already came back. Matt actually didn't even know until a shirt got tossed at him, causing him to almost drop it. Matt held it up and examined it. It was a green button-up shirt with black buttons. Matt glanced up at the worker, like he was expecting him to say something, which just lead to them kinda blankly looking at eachother for a little bit.

"Well?" The worker prompted.

"Well what?" Matt echoed.

"Do you like it? I found a pastel purple one too, and you could maybe wear brown slacks with them, but I think black would better suit you." 

"Well I don't mind it, than sounds fine." 

"Don't mind it? We need something you'll love, not just feel neutral towards." The worker said it as if he was offended. "Did anything catch your eye maybe while I was gone?"

Matt hesitated for a moment, and shyly glanced at the pineapple shirt and pointed at it as if he wasn't allowed to touch it. 

"Really? That?" The worker questioned and furrowed his brows.

"W-well you did ask…" 

"Yeah it's just… theres a reason it's in a separated section from everything else." 

"I assumed so, but it's pineapples.." 

"But you'll look like a a torrist that got lost."

"Ouch, thanks."

"Look, I'm trying to say it nicely, but you'll look like a complete dork."

"No dorkier than your name." 

"Hey! My name is not bad, if anything it's plenty better than whatver yours is."

"I didn't say it was bad! I said it was just dorky." Matt said defensively. "I like dorky things. I am a dork." Matt added.

"Yeah, uh, you do realize normally dork isn't a compliment, right?"

"Emphasis on normally."

"Look, if you like my name I'm not going to complain, alright?"

Matt huffed out a sigh. "I just wanted a shirt how do these situations happen to me." 

"Here, I found this too." The worker said and tossed another shirt into Matt's arms.

"Jesus christ." Matt muttered.

"What?" 

"Dice- can I call you that? I mean it's your name but..- Anyways, this shirt stinks."

"How? I mean if you think it's bad you don't have a sense of fashion." 

"I mean, I don't but…anyone looking at me far away will think I got stabbed." 

"And then they come up, see what it really is, and want to try it themselves. It's perfect."

Matt shook his head in silence. The skirt was white, but it had big flowers on it that were a deep red color, making Matt look like someone tried to shank him all over. Matt loved flowers but this was just asking to mess something up.

"If it helps, it's better than your pineapple shirt that you wanted." Dice said, like that was supposed to help somehow.

"If you don't like the pineapple shirt so much, cant I just buy it then?"

"No, I'm trying to save you."

"Save me? The only saving I'll need is from when someone calls the paramedics cause I look like I swam with some sharks." 

"Oh yes, because being dressed like a fruit helps. It's not even a floral print it's a pineapple. I don't even need to explain what's wrong with that."

"Do you do this with every customer or?.."

"No, just you." 

"Wow"

"Theres so much good clothing in here like suits and dresses and better patterns and nicer clothes and things that compliment you, than some pineapple shirt you can get at a Dollar Tree store."

"Y'know, you almost make me want to thank you."

"Well, you should be thanking me." 

"I'm not going to." Matt made sure to say this in a rather playful tone, even though most their conversation had been teasing banter.

"Here, how about we just find something we can both settle on?"

"You're best idea yet. That sounds fine."

"Good." Dice walked off to go and look for something for Matt, but this time Matt decided to follow him as well.

It didn't take long for Dice to spot something and show it to Matt. "Here, how about this?" Dice offered.

Matt recoiled a little bit when it saw it. "It's not bad but..-" 

"But?" Dice cut off Matt.

"Well.. it's so scratchy looking!" 

Dice looked over Matt as if he was trying to check if Matt was being genuine or not. "You haven't even tried it on yet!!"

Matt timidly reach out a hand and rubbed it across the shirt before cringing back a little bit. "No."

Dice sighed before putting the shirt back and going off the hunt for something else suitable for Matt. Matt glanced around, he felt a little bad and a little afraid that he was being annoying, but he tried to push it away. Matt let in an excited gasp as he spotted something, before scampering off to go and pick it up. 

Matt picked it up with a wide grin and held it up to show Dice like he discovered something new.

"That one?" Dice questioned.

"I am not letting you talk me out of this one! It has a space theme and that is final." Matt pointed at the shirt he was holding up, which had stars and planets all over it.

Dice held up a hand to his chin and looked over the shirt like he was considering it. He ended up giving in. "Okay, it's not too bad and I suppose it's better than that pineapple shirt…"

"I don't know what's with you and pineapples but I'll take it!" Matt was beaming and was bouncing on his heels from happiness. 

Dice gently took the shirt from Matt's hands and checked for a price tag. Matt frowned a little, he completely forgot that prices were a thing since he was so caught up in his excitement. Dice glanced around and snagged a pair of long purple jeans and handed the clothing to Matt. 

"How much will it cost?" Matt asked, almost not wanting to hear the answer.

"....I'll just say fifteen dollars." Dice responded.

"For both?" Matt asked, surprised.

"I want to help you pay for it." 

Matt was surprised by the answer. "Are you sure?" 

"Mhm." 

"Isn't that illegal in a way though?.." 

"Maybe if you want to look at it like that, but you're cute so I'm letting it slide."

Matt felt himself get flustered at the comment, whether it was supposed to be flirtatious or not. He decided to not respond and just shake his head in response, though he was pretty sure Dice had noticed anyways.

As Matt ran up to the nearest counter to pay, he couldn't help but feel the need to Wave goodbye to Dice. Things like that happen when you become attached to people after five minutes. Matt was oddly surprised to see Dice wave back but was warmed by the feeling. As Matt ran off to his car so he could try on his clothes sooner, he noticed a small paper hanging out the pocket of the shirt he had just picked out. He grabbed the paper before it could fall out and got deeply flustered and joyous at what was written on it. There was a small drawing of a single die cube, and a phone number written next to it. It didn't take long for Matt to quickly punch the number into his phone and pray it wasn't some rouse. He decided to just send one small message saying "hi :D". Right as Matt went to put his phone back into his pocket, it buzzed signaling he got a new notification. Matt checked it and tensely checked if it was what he was truly hoping for. He read the message so fast he had to read it a second time after not picking up what it had said. It read:

Already texting me right as you just left? Someone's clingy and in love.

Matt sighed and smiled and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. He had a feeling this was going to end up being something he needed to buckle in for, but whether that was necessarily a bad thing? He didn't think it was.