#bronco game

[viral-news1]

Chargers use 2nd-half surge to rally past Broncos, boost playoff position in AFC

[eilraee]

Mouthwashing and 60 parsecs crossover Both have a central object, so I decided to switch them :D I think soup is a bit more usable than mouthwash tho...

[taevincii]

Since baby boy isn’t playing today, now’s a great time to drop the Broncos game clips 😋

He looks TEW GOOD 😩🫠

[darling-flora]

oh he looks too good 🫠

[ofcrowsanddragons]

I want to hear about the Lucavrin drinking scene 👀👀

I WROTE THE BRONCO story! The rest of this fic is going places. SOON. Warning for animal death. Rook is out with Neve (Neverook) when the drinking scene takes place.

Lucanis took a longer sip from the mug, closing his eyes with a sigh. Davrin watched him from the armchair in the corner, lounging with his legs stretched toward the table and his arms resting lazily against the sides of the chair.

“Well, now you have to tell me,” Davrin teased, letting his head fall back against the mosaic, his eyes half-closed.

“That bronco…” Lucanis groaned, lowering his cup so that both arms were crossed in front of his chest. “All right, so you’ve heard Harding’s commentary on how much assassins are paid, yes?”

Davrin hummed. “’Lots,’” he quoted, keeping a straight face.

The assassin cast him a dark look, but Davrin just smiled at him like a cat, all playful innocence.

“Half of our contracts,” said Lucanis, and he paused, looking for words. He looked like he was trying not to ruin the warm mood, and Davrin waited him out. “Most of them, really, are games of one-upmanship among the merchant princes and foreign nobility.”

“So how does a horse factor into that?” asked Davrin, keeping his tone light. “It was a horse, right?”

“You would think!” said Lucanis, his voice lighting up with exasperation as he tipped his cup toward Davrin. “So here I am at the estate of a horse breeder in Southern Antiva who’s pushed some other merchant far enough that they’ve hired a Crow to teach him a lesson. It’s after dinner, so most of the ranch hands are indoors and drinking. And me? I’m much too pleased with myself because, let me tell you, the oxtail stew at the place I was staying, with one of the local red wines?”

“To die for?” asked Davrin.

“You understand. I skirt around the outside of the villa,” he said, “And I make my way toward the pasture where I’ve been told that the prince’s prized breeding stallion is kept. It’s a warm enough time of year, but that should have been a warning sign, you know?”

“Ha,” said Davrin, “Not like a prince to let his favourite animal roam outside of a paddock. At night.”

“And the dehesa, the pasture with the trees, it was communal property,” Lucanis said, pressing a hand to his forehead and running it down his face. “Everyone let their animals graze there.”

Davrin chuckled. “But even someone trying to keep a wild horse would keep the stud in a separate pasture.”

“I didn’t know anything about horses!” said Lucanis with a laugh, setting both forearms on the armrest and leaning forward. “I thought all I needed to do was track the damn bronco and—” he interrupted himself and sighed.

“I’m not that fragile,” said Davrin. He picked up his cup and took a sip of the wine. It was some Tevinter white that he’d picked up in Docktown the last time they’d been through, but Lucanis hadn’t complained about it, and this wasn't the first bottle of it. “So you’re a hotshot baby assassin loaded up with good food and wine, and you’re planning to kill a horse.”

Lucanis leaned forward out of his seat, and through the warm haze of the alcohol and conversation, Davrin let himself admire the liquid grace of the other man. Lucanis came to his feet in an effortless motion and stalked over to the wine bottle on Davrin’s side of the table. He swayed, just a little, as he entered Davrin’s space, leaning toward the hunter like there was a magnetic field that he had to pull away from.

Well. That was interesting.

“It was not just a horse,” Lucanis grumbled, pouring himself a serving of the wine and meeting Davrin’s eyes with too-deliberate calm. “Do you want a top up?” he asked, hefting the bottle.

Davrin let his head tilt to the side as he studied Lucanis standing above him. He held up the cup so Lucanis could pour. “Sure.”

The assassin didn't meet his eyes as he emptied the bottle into Davrin’s cup, and he watched the stream of wine with more focus and care than the task called for. Davrin had to hide a smile at that.

“It was perfect, Davrin,” he complained as he set down the bottle, pulling back and leaning against the mosaic, just out of Davrin’s reach. “I was downwind, nobody had spotted me, and I had a crossbow bolt loaded with enough poison to painlessly kill a horse.”

Davrin leaned forward. “Did you miss?”

Lucanis scoffed. “I did not miss. The bolt hit the horse dead on.”

“So what happened?”

“It exploded,” said Lucanis, “And then I had a skeletal nightmare horse with a flaming head standing directly in front of me, staring into my soul.”

“Yeah,” said Davrin, looking the man directly in the eye as he brought the cup to his lips. “That happens.”

“I was seventeen and had never seen livestock explode into a demon,” said Lucanis dryly. “If it had been a fight, it wouldn't have been nearly as memorable. That demon turned tail and ran like the wind.”

“What?” said Davrin, with a laugh. “I have never seen that happen. It's always a rage demon or something. Tries to smash you flat on the spot.”

“Well this one ran,” said Lucanis, his eyes sparkling as he leaned back so that both shoulders touched the tiles on the wall. He crossed one leg over the other, both arms still crossed. “I had to track that demon through the foothills for weeks.”

Davrin snorted. “You were a big, scary Crow even then, huh?”

“I was a scrawny youth who had barely learned to hold a sword at the right end,” Lucanis corrected, “And I was wearing new boots.”

“Ouch.”

Lucanis give him a small smile and let his eyes dart back to the coffee cup, like he was pleased his story had hit with the right impact. The man swirled the wine in the cup.

[realtapiocafan]

can't really argue, bengals put themselves in this position 🙁

[snowyroads]

the way the list goes on and on…😮‍💨😮‍💨

[the-football-chick]

[bagadew]

I’m about halfway through Turnabout Trigger, and having the opportunity to replay my favourite Ace Attorney game with a new translation is really doing wonders for my understanding and appreciation of it.

Like, when I first played the game I found Knight a fun villain. I enjoyed the VERY intense, almost manic, cocksure energy he brought to the table, and his completely disregard for gun safety. He was the sort of figure we’d seen before in these games. Someone who would burst into the world of Ace Attorney, burn brilliantly and briefly across the screen, and then vanish without a trace once we’d arrested them.

I’m going through a story I know well but the motions are slightly different, so I notice them more and pay better attention. It almost feels like I’m playing the game for the first time again, except this time I know how the story ends, so I end up noticing the little bits that guide it towards its path.

Obviously, when I later replayed the case I knew that Knight wasn’t really like that class of villain. He is very much not a man who came from nowhere, the circumstances of his existence are pretty damn important to the plot of the game, and in a way, play a part in the series as a whole. Although we don’t really see him alive again after his arrest, his presence comes up again and again throughout the game, and once you’ve reached the end it’s hard not to feel sorry that he died the way he did.

Playing through the case with my fresh all knowing eyes, I notice a strange realness to the way he was written that I hadn’t picked up on before. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still an intense, cocksure, manic, with no regard for gun safety. It’s just… there’s also something behind all that. Something more grounded and real. Annoyingly it’s also something I can’t screenshot or really put my finger on. But it made me think about his character in a new light and the impact that he had on the story as a whole. Knight is, in many ways, a deconstruction of the one off Ace Attorney villain and… I’m not sure I really appreciated that before.

I’m looking forward to seeing what else I discover.

[vc55bughead]

somewhere in LA Shayne Topp is giggling and kicking his smug little feetsies 🙄😭

meanwhile me: (a swiftie that likes winning)

[feddy-34]

oh!

[mikkomacko]

Guys should I crochet a devils blanket because I have extra yarn or should I make a patchwork hoodie for them???

[taevincii]

😭😭😂 post-game interview with Justin and Gus!

Please excuse my UGLY LAUGH omg.

[darling-flora]

oh there’s something in the air today…🧎‍♀️

[stone-cold-groove]

Bronco busting.

[60parsecsrevive]

Incorrect Quotes: Ships Edition!

Deedee: Can I sit there?

April: That's my lap-

Deedee: THAT DOESN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION.

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Baby: Can people be allergic to nerds?

April: What? No, why?

Baby: Emmet. Everytime I'm around him, my palms get all sweaty, and I feel really warm, and my heartbeat and breathing get uneven.

April: Your-

Baby: I think I'm allergic to him.

April: Oh my god.

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Deedee: My sexuality? Everyone knows I'm straight. I like guys and have dated them, you know? I don't understand why this is so hard to—

April: *walks by*

Deedee: I'm gay. I'm fucking gay as hell. I'm so gay.

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Baby: Wait... are you flirting with me?

Emmet: I have been the whole time but thanks for noticing.

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Baby: I got a question for you.

Emmet: Okay.

Baby: Do you ever think about the future?

Emmet: Sure I do.

Baby: Yeah, am I in it?-

Emmet: Baby, you are it.

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April: You’re so great. I love you.

Deedee: What did you say?

April: Nothing. I said ‘you’re so great,’ and then I just stopped talking.

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April: *is carrying all the crafting materials*

Deedee: *holds out a hand to help*

April: *aggressively moves all the materials to one hand to hold her hand*

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Tom: So you don't have a thing for anyone at the moment?

Deedee: Well... i didn't say that.

Tom: Oh, what's he like then?

Deedee: You're just gonna assume they're a 'he'?

Tom: Are they–

Tom: Are they not a guy?

Deedee: *gay panic*

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April: Can you stop flirting with Baby.

Emmet: How do you know I'm flirting with him?

April: Anyone with eyes can see that you're flirting with him.

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Baby: * "accidentally" brushes Emmet's hand with his own*

Emmet:

Emmet: *aggressively holds Baby's hand*

Emmet, under his breath: Fucking commit to it.

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April: i’m actually deeply in love with Deedee and we’ve been dating for a couple months now, we even have pet names.

Tom: why are you telling me this??

April: because no one will believe you.

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Baby: It sure is dark in here.

Emmet:

Baby: I'm not scared or anything.

Emmet:

Baby: i mean who is scared of the dark these days? Not me, no sir-

Emmet: Do you want me to hold your hand?

Baby: Yes please.