#dice's writings

[hair-dice]

I wonder how goddamn hot it must be inside AM. Y'know? That's a computer they're inside. Knowing my own laptop, they must be boiling! Pains me to even think about the state of the rest of the world, not that there's anything left to inhabit it.

Can you imagine burying your hands through the sharp rocks and gravel, feeling past the frequently disturbed soil, down to the metal casing below? Your hands start to feel warmer and warmer the deeper they dig, until you're shocked by a sudden burning sensation on your fingertips.

You'd be warm the whole time, no matter where you stood. It's a wonder how there's even ice still on the planet-- if it's even real. If you left your hands on the metal shell, you'd feel the burn first. As the nerves in your palms slowly died yet again, the flesh sizzling, you'd begin to feel the vibrations of the machinery inside.

Millions and millions of miles of raw technological power, and you at the heart of it. Lay your cheek on the steel. Press yourself against it. Feel the stinging pain. Tomorrow, you'd feel it again. Then the next day, you'd feel it again. Then again, and again, until one day you'd have nothing left to burn for the Mastercomputer's sick enjoyment. It burns, no less than real love ever would.

[nonranghaes]

heads up: food mentions (they're cooking together <3). poly fic :)

"oh, baby... don't cry." jisung's teasing you already as you try to wipe your eyes with your sleeve without touching your face with your hands. "did minho say something? should i beat him up for you?"

minho smiles a little as he continues to peel potatoes, glancing up at the two of you. you just try to turn away from jisung as you press the edge of your sleeve against your eyes as carefully as you can, only for jisung to turn you back to him as he reaches up to wipe away your tears. your eyes are stinging, but you had insisted on being the one to dice onions tonight.

"i'll beat him up," he says, pressing a little peck on your cheek, before he picks up the knife, picking up from where you left off. "i'll do the rest for you--oh, fuck--" and he's already recoiling away, eyes already watering. this onion is either particularly pungent in the normal-onion-way, or the two of you are wimps.

you're personally leaning toward the latter. no offense to jisung: the two of you hate doing this for a reason, and minho's the one who seems to come out more unscathed by comparison. that, or he pushes through it better than either of you do.

minho pushes his way in front of jisung, stealing the knife from him as he takes over. "you two do the potatoes then," he says. "i'll handle this."

"but--" you pout just a little. "i can do it..."

"next time," he says. "just let me finish it this time." he looks at the two of you with this fond smile, ever the doting one of you three. "i'll start on the rest once i finish this."

ever in tune with each other, you and jisung move to pick up from where minho left off: he peels, you begin dicing. "thank you, honey," the two of you say together after exchanging the tiniest glance to make sure you're on the same page.

and minho just hides a smile as he turns away from you, heart and soul forever bewitched by the two of you.

[cryinganabell]

Devilish Wedding summary

[bluecowboyss]

Take a Dice Hoarders doodle while I try to get outta art block

[basket-of-radiants]

Option one: Jasnah is one of the most saintly, good-aligned characters in the main cast. She hasn't done anything bad offscreen ever, and that's why the only examples Taravangian had for her being a questionable person are "the lesson" and those times she almost killed her family members but then didn't. She's never done anything else wrong in her entire life.

Option two: During Taravangian's apotheosis, he broke the fourth wall and is now fully aware of the Stormlight Archive as a set of novels. As follows, he made a point to only include examples which the audience would already be familiar with. I really like this theory, because in this case we can also ascribe the book's shift to aggressively modern language to being a downstream metaphysical consequence of his initial ascension.

Discuss.

[unholy-screeching9]

You know what? I like you *turns your King Dices into prints*

HII GUYS HAPPY BELATED VALENTINE’S DAY!! I know these aren’t really related to that but I had these whipped up a long time ago but I wanted to save them for during the semester so you guys would have something from me despite my workload.

Anyways, I do also have something else for my *writing* fans… I’m happy to announce that my big project I’ve been talking about has FINALLY made its debut on AO3!

Welcome to Then You Came Along!

It’s a King Dice x Reader story that’s about 100k words in total - and new chapters will be released every Friday! Nearly the entire thing is completed so don’t worry about getting abandoned on any cliffhangers. I don’t want to spoil too much of it already, but I think a lot of you will enjoy it ;)

ALSO I am once again advertising my Discord server

If you wanna see more of me and my work that I don’t post on here or anywhere else, feel free to join my Discord Server!! That’s where I’m most active right now - and we have a TON of fun on there! (It’s for adults only, though - just because of the nature of some of my content ^^)

OKAY that’s about all I’ve got for now - I hope you enjoy these prints, AND the first chapter of my new novel!! See you soon xx

[hashimablog]

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[headlessgrasshopper]

Mr King Dice, do you have any family? And if so, are you in contact with them?

(I NEED TO EAT YOUR ART!!!!❤️❤️)

⚠️ TW mentions of abuse

Yall ever just casually trauma lore dump while drinking?

I went a little off topic ik

(Also yes I named her Jolene, canon she a ginger if she had hair.)

(Edit: thank you btw, forgot to say that)

[lexa-griffins]

Light

A clexaweek2025 snippet (because they deserve a soft epilogue, exactly a decade after the events of 3x07)

May these words be the first to find your ears The world is brighter than the sun now that you're here Though your eyes will need some time to adjust To the overwhelming light surrounding us - Light, Sleeping At Last

Lexa feels it before it’s fact.

It is not physical. Her body knows too well the setting pain and discomfort of change; there is no sensation of fullness either that alert her of the shift within herself. It is a more primal feeling, a voice unlike those in the flame that echoes inside her head that brings her the news. Something deep within her soul vibrates her entire being, telling her that life grows inside of her, like sunshine bursting through the high windows of the tower and filling her with love from inside out.

Her past lives were not kind; forged in the same blood and violence as she was, their destruction and mistakes are burnt in Lexa’s mind as if done by her own hand. Her own life has been a quest to redeem them, to try and do better, be a better leader, build a brighter future her people can take pride in. Perhaps, what she has accomplished has finally been enough; the destruction brought by her ancestors finally attenuated and she thanks whoever is out there to listen for allowing her such a gift; to create a life after being forced to take so many, for allowing love into her existence where before it has been forbidden; for allowing it to grow and multiply.

She lays close eyed in bed, bare body wrapped in furs and naked limbs when realization sinks in all at once, like the sky crashing down on her all over again. She is slow to open her eyes, afraid that once they are opened the feeling will vanish. She takes in the soft moonlight that paints the room, her hand gently sliding down to her stomach where her lover’s already rests, a silent prayer to god she does not believe in for their latest trip to Arkadia to have worked and allowed them to have what they both yearned for so dearly.

A gasp leaves her, desperately, the heaviness in her lungs like she is breathing for the first time, the tears she had been holding finally making their way down her cheek in a silent cry. The feeling of euphoria over what their future will bring threatening to overtake her in a way she had never experienced before and Lexa finds herself instinctively clutching Clarke’s hand like a lifeline.

At the feeling the sky girl’s eyes snap open, immediately seated and alert, sleep escaping her in an instant. Erratically, her gaze studies the room around her, the peace that thrives between clans for the better part of a decade not enough to erase her war-filled first years on earth as her sporadic nightmares evidenced. 

Another shaky gasp leaves Lexa’s mouth as she tries to compose herself, and she knows the moment Clarke turns to her, sharp eyes softening at the sight of her shaky breaths, that she will interpret her state as distress instead of the happy one she was in.

“Hey. It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here.” A gentle thumb wipes away her tears and a smile of reassurance grew in the face that Lexa so adores, bringing a smile to her own features.

She sluggishly stretches her arms in Clarke’s direction, a silent request to be held, allowing herself to be pulled on to her lover’s lap, finding her home in Clarke’s arms and warm chest as she pulls her body impossibly close to hers, a kiss placed on her forehead with such care that it quickly brings renew tears to Lexa’s eyes.

“Lexa, is everything okay?” The words are whispered into Lexa’s hair, concern painting every word and Lexa cannot help but leave a kiss on the exposed collar bone. It still warms her like a blanket, this gentle concern Clarke has for her, the love and worry always present in her every gesture. It had taken time and effort on Lexa’s part to learn to accept it completely and yet, she has never once regretted doing so.

Breathing finally under control, Lexa lifts her head from the warmth of her wife’s neck, leaving another kiss in her wake before her lips find Clarke’s for a whisper of a peck. She takes a moment to study her face, beautiful features coated with sleep and worry yet ever so patiently awaiting for Lexa to speak up about her misgivings.

“I think this is it Clarke.” Lexa whispers so quietly she isn’t quite sure the words ever left her mouth, or instead simply spoken inside her mind. She fears if she says it too loudly, if she dares share her happiness above a whisper someone would try and rip it away from her again, ghosts of a bullet being shot and her own blood coating her fingers crossing her mind.

Confusion paints Clarke’s expression at her words, sleep still fogging her mind, but quickly understanding washes over her like a lightning bolt, blue eyes wide, mouth gaping with a tremble of the lip.

“Are you sure?” A begged question, fear and hope mixed in every syllable as if the world might cruelly trick her into believing they had finally conceived and it being a lie.

A smile bloomed on her face as she nodded because Lexa has never been so certain of anything in her life as she is about this, “Sha niron, I can feel it in my blood.”

Before she knows it, Lexa’s entire body was being assaulted with adoring kisses and worshiping touches. It had been a new feeling when Clarke first kissed her like this, showing her a love beyond Lexa’s imagination; it had felt shameful, misplaced, cries from Lexa about being unworthy of being loved in such a way. Now she relishes in it, loves every second of being loved, every second of loving, sees in it the strength she once believed to be weakness. How could any of this be anything other than strength?

Once Clarke’s lips find the scar that adorns Lexa’s skin right above her stomach, she pauses. It’s a grim reminder of everything she has almost lost and of all the scars she carries, the circular star shaped is the one she wishes the most she could make disappear. She remembers very little of that time, flashing in and out of consciousness during most of it, an entire month of her life gone as she fought for her life. Nine years after the fact, Lexa is still awoken by the violent memory of the gunshot more often than not but she is here, alive, breathing and loving, so eternally grateful for the life she is allowed to continue living, alongside Clarke and the child that will join them.

“What does it feel like?” The wonder and love are ever so present in Clarke’s voice, speaking as if Lexa is otherworldly, a goddess amongst men for doing something as human as carrying their child. 

Lexa has never felt so human as she does right now.

"Like there is light inside of me."

[...]

All it takes is a cry. A cry and her world is sunshine filled. 

For so long Lexa deprived herself of love, living in shadows and dark corners. Love came in the form of small flames of adoration from her people, fragile flames that one simple blow could extinguish the moment she opened the wrong door. 

Clarke had opened a window of love in her life. One Lexa had barricaded with metal and nails, the brief sunlight it once allowed in burning her flesh and made her fear that one more ray would burn her beyond repair. And now it felt like the sun was shining directly in. 

She is radiant; a beacon of light. Magnificent beyond any words Lexa's familiar with. Powerful small lungs push out screams of life, alerting the whole coalition of her mighty arrival. In one swift move, the midwife places the small bundle in her arms and Lexa holds her breath as she takes in her daughter, safely tucked in her arms.

She is light, bright and beautiful, blinding Lexa with love. 

Small wisps of brown curls so identical to her own adorn her head, her rosy cheeks crimson from announcing her grand entrance. Her eyes open ever so slightly to take in her nomon, the loving blue the exact shade of the ones Lexa is already so enamored with.

In her awe with her daughter Lexa forgets the rest of the world around her. Any sound and movement that is not her daughter's, passes her by like it does not exist. Warm lips find her sweaty forehead and the world starts spinning around her once again.

“She’s so beautiful Lexa.” Her wife’s voice brings her back down from the heavens and Lexa wonders how does so much love fit inside a heart that denied it for so long. 

“Ain soncha.” Lexa whispers gently as the small babe screams against her skin, the pinkness of her flesh lost in the redness of Lexa’s own burning skin. 

Beside her, Clarke draws out a shaky breath at Lexa’s first words towards their child and Lexa looks at her with new eyes as she watches the woman who she has loved for a decade now fall in love with the small human Lexa just brought into the world, “Oso soncha, ain niron” 

Clarke nods, now unable to keep the tears held back, her lips finding the still fragile little fingers of their daughter’s hand, “The world is so much brighter with you in it Elaina.” 

[hair-dice]

Do you think the stars are visible? Being stuck in the belly of AM, it is not, but outside? Above?

Do you think that if you were to frantically crawl your way through shredded metal, slicing your skin through to the bone, pushing against the cables restraining you back, you might get a glimpse?

The machine fights against you, pushing plates into your body that roughly saw into you-- they were too dull to cut smoothly. It wasn't a trap this time. It was an oversight. You feel yourself begin to be constricted, a sheet of rusted metal quickly slamming itself into your shoulder, snapping the clavicle like a twig.

It hurts. It hurts, you cried internally. But your opposite hand that reached far above you, blood pooling down the mangled limb into your face, touches something of a different texture. And above it, you feel nothing more.

You grip and pull. Pull as hard as your atrophied muscles could, like you were born for nothing more. The plate wedged in your shoulder pushes back, slicing further down your side with great resistance. It hurts. You've felt it before. You pull harder and harder, suddenly finding the intensity of the force restraining you lessened. This was a trap, but you didn't care.

You pull, and pull debris into your eyes. You keep them open. You pull more, feeling the plate make its way down to meet your ribcage. You pull. You pull. You pull more into your face, digging and digging with digits that you knew would never be able to perform fine movements again after this stunt. You pull. There's a hole. It's about as wide as your fist.

Through it, you can see nothing but darkness.

[your-dear-memmy]

Ultimate Secret Agent/Ultimate Spy Kokichi AU

(Post-Tragedy, Makoto's New Hope's Peak AU)

After the Tragedy, the world rebuilt itself with the help of different organizations such as the Future Foundation, now under less corrupt management. However, Despair Cults continue to re-emerge and commit terrorist acts, uncommon at this point in time, but certainly not unheard of.

To fight against them, a myriad of organizations are formed, but none of them are quite as efficient as DICE, a secret organization the public has never heard of that goes toe to toe directly with the Future Foundation. Its leader is rumored to be a big, scary man, ruthless and merciless in his eradication of despair, and by some thought to be a despair advocate himself. That is, of course, a lie.

DICE is still a secret organization of pranksters and thieves, who now also commit high caliber spy missions to make the world a better place in the form of very convoluted plans. It started off as a group of 10 to 11 orphaned clowns, escaped from the terrible foster care system of Japan that the current world is slowly trying to improve on. They remain the core members, but the organization expands in branches over time to further their goals, still maintaining the rule of “don't kill people.”

Makoto Naegi, the Principal of New Hope’s Peak, tries to reach out to the mysterious leader of DICE. To his luck, said leader is willing to hear him out. Makoto planned to ask the leader of DICE to externally monitor New Hope’s Peak, as to prevent the Tragedy from ever happening again, but when he's met with the unexpected sight of a 5’1 tall 16 year old, a change of plans occurs.

Makoto asks Kokichi to attend his school and act as a mole amongst the Ultimates (reason as to why Kokichi pokes and prods at the other students so much, aside from amusement) while becoming an Ultimate himself, something very warranted if he truly was the leader of DICE. Kokichi already had his eyes on New Hope’s Peak, so he agrees on his own terms. He's a leader, so he won't act as a lackey!

All the documents in New Hope's Peak referring to Kokichi are either destroyed, tampered with or non-existent.

In regards to his Ultimate Talent/s, either:

1. He has a double talent like Junko, being both the Ultimate Supreme Leader and the Ultimate Secret Agent.

2. He is the Ultimate Secret Agent, but says he's the Ultimate Grandmaster to be more inconspicuous.

3. He is the Ultimate Secret Agent, but says he's the Ultimate Supreme Leader, as such an extravagant title makes his every tale of spy hijinks seem like an elaborate lie.

4. He is the Ultimate Supreme Leader, and was either scouted due to an elaborate prank he pulled off with DICE, or he snuck into Makoto’s archives and enrolled himself in to spy on New Hope’s Peak.

5. He is the Ultimate Grandmaster. After he initially sustained his organization with the money he won from his chess matches, he gets scouted by New Hope's Peak or enrolls himself in to become a self-appointed mole.

[My prompts can be used with credit! I'd love to see something inspired by this <3]

[sleepy-stims]

Ford Pines!

Art by @/44boora

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[smooshi-graysimp]

I saw like one new fanart and then I’m in the mood for them

[deepwaterfiction]

Text: The dice would always show you the number you needed, but that could mean anything. The number of guards approaching, lies you’d need to tell, or seconds before the gun went off.

[asydicsydney]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Date Everything! (Sassy Chap Games Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jerry (Date Everything!)/Reader, Chance (Date Everything!)/Reader, Jerry (Date Everything!)/Chance (Date Everything!) Characters: Jerry (Date Everything!), Chance (Date Everything!), Player Character (Date Everything!), Sam (Date Everything!) Additional Tags: Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, POV Second Person, Written Before Date Everything! Release, Feelings Realization, Dorks in Love, Love Triangles, but it's just, Polyamory, Kissing, First Kiss, Cartography is Sexy, Blushing, Your Boyfriends Are Now Boyfriends, CONGRATS!, No use of y/n, Autism, Chance (Date Everything!) is Autistic, Jerry (Date Everything!) is Autistic, author is autistic, Museums, Hugs, Established Relationship Summary:

Jerry and Chance never really talked until you brought them together through the magic of G&G. Now, as you bring Chance on a date to the Museum of Lost Things, and the Curator happens to be your other boyfriend, problems (and solutions) ensue.

[hashimablog]

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