#dispute game

[conversacomsmaug]

I'd like something like Haldir and Thranduil meeting you (Reader) in Rivendell (each there for business or political reasons) and then the lovesickness striking them. They'd start an unfriendly dispute for the right to court you, giving Elrond a major headache.

Please, any willing writers?!?

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Eu gostaria de algo como Haldir e Thranduil te conhecerem em Rivendell (cada um lá por motivos de negócios ou políticos) e então a doença do amor atingi-los. Eles começariam uma disputa nada amigável para o direito de cortejá-la dando uma grande dor de cabeça à Elrond.

Por favor! Algum escritor disposto?!?

[annebrontesrequiem]

I think before Wright and Edgeworth got married everyone on the police force, in the prosecutor’s office, in the judiciary, etc. assumed that they would become less combative.

But no. They are wrong. They made a terrible mistake. Phoenix and Miles have just given each other carte blanche to be as obnoxious as possible during trial and damn if they aren’t going to use that

[justpassingbyoursht]

Yknow when I first saw Chronos i couldn't quite take him seriously bc he's... he's a twink. who gave him that tiny tiny waist and those birthgiving hips? why is he built like that? i expected a giant or something, i mean the big 3 brothers are built ykno their father should be big muscly guy too right?? and then i realized he's got an hourglass shape and. 😶

my bad supergiant u are right. titan of time. hourglass. titan of time? hourglass. checks out ✓ he is hourglass shaped. an hourglass. ⌛that. that is him. titan of time alright. hourglass

but still that tiny waist

[thegreatmelodrama]

In Part III of TBOSAS, Coriolanus tells Sejanus that they are like brothers and that Sejanus can trust him, and this has always stuck out to me for many reasons. However, the one that I want to address right now is the parallel it creates between Snow and Sejanus and Romulus and Remus. Namely, Romulus’s fratricide of Remus which led to Romulus founding the city of Rome, its institutions, government, military, etc. and how it mirrors Snow’s betrayal and killing of Sejanus. Snow’s betrayal is what ultimately led to Gaul allowing Snow to return home and taking him under her wing as a mentor of sorts, as well as him becoming heir to the Plinth fortune. Thus Sejanus’s death resulting from Snow’s actions played a major part (along with Lucy Gray) in setting Snow down the path of evil and to becoming the dictator we see see in the trilogy—the man who instilled new life into the Hunger Games and ensured their survival for the next 65 years.

[kev-noah]

Hi there! The main reason for this blog is to post a aftg headcannon (aroace Kevin) that I have in mind! (when I say in mind... I mean in mind only T_T I haven't really wrote it down yet) I will also be reblogging posts of my fixations.

My main fandoms— animes (bnha, haikyuu, jjk, etc) books (the raven cycle, six of crows, aftg, etc) and others (batfamily, teen wolf, etc)

I don't particularly obsess over ships, I'm mostly here for the friendship dynamics and found family feels, excluding some ships of course. Also I lean more towards fanon than canon in all my obsessions.

[Photos from Pinterest. Kevin's art from @toramirr her drawings of aftg character's eyes are absolutely amazing!!! I don't know the artist of other drawing :( I saw the sketch on Pinterest and this fit the image I had of Noah so well !!]

[dykedvonte]

I think the most baffling thing about the Tulpar as a vessel to me is the fact that the ship really did only have a one way communication system.

I know it was cheap but even the most basic of vessels regarding major transport would have some way, shape or form for outside communication. Not only that but there was absolutely no form of innate emergency signal to show they may have been offline or in trouble despite clearly having a system to dock credits if they went off course. It's another factor that really shows that bad situations are made to get worse by design. One person who is required to relay all information to the crew and make all the choices without feedback. No way to update or call for help in case of a dire situation. No way to inform of inner personal conflicts and acquire procedures accordingly.

It really is like they are all in some sort of fucked up solitary confinement. They have their own world with strict roles that are meaningless in the end, as long as the cargo makes it, it doesn't matter what happens on that ship to the company. They don't want to hear anything and will come to conclusions on what happened based on how much pay they can withhold from the workers. Even what they do send is short, sterile and corporate to the extent it was likely written and sent out with a command by some random unmanned computer in an office.

There's something to be said about how unfair it is to force absolute power and control onto one person when you as an entity could do so much more to offload it but I've said it many times before so I won't again.

[westbifire]

Theories!

Ok so my theories are based on the trailer were it calls the TS world a "decaying world". The game talks about human society dying, But hear me out! what if its referring to the world actually dying.

What if whatever Kuras did to mess up our world, never ended, and is slowly making the planet die (omg kinda like our world!).

Also maybe the Senobium closed their doors to research a solution for the world and/or keep it a secret if the world ending is not common knowledge. Which still makes them jerks.

I can't remember who made a post about this but i do think a big disaster will happen in Eridia. (Its literally called "The Last Bastion Of Humanity" the city's doomed).

Last thought but I have a suspicion Kuras had some play in the "reality split" from the beginning of the demo.

[polyhexianbirb]

Resident Evil 7 was So Flesh, Corruption, Web, Eye, Dark, Spiral, Stranger and Slaughter coded. All Ethan needs to start the apocalypse is a few more encounters and he can Start the apocalypse.

[shrub-jay]

The New Arrival (Danny Kent)

CW: Body horror, teeth

TL;DR: The Kents take in another alien.

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The American Southwest has some of the highest found-meteorite density regions. New Mexico has a found meteorite rate of 1.9 per 1,000 square miles. Kansas trails with 1.8. A single farm in Smallville, Kansas, at just under 800 acres, has reported 23. One Dr. Kent reported iron meteorities landing in June, following northwesterly winds and a low chance of precipitation, over the course of several decades. It was an idle curiosity among Kansas meteorologists. A bizarre coincidence.  

“How big you think this one’s gonna be?” Jonathan Kent mused as he eyed the streak of green in the sky, leaning on a pitchfork. The still-young corn crop rustled in the breeze. 

“Not too big, or Clark would already be here,” his wife, Martha, mused from the porch. She looked up from Bubble Wubble Blast 2 on her phone. “Sweetie, you’ve gotta stop holding the pitchfork like that. I’m not ready for people to start comparing us to American Gothic.” Jonathan grumbled before leaning it against the porch railing, whistling sharply. 

“Shelby! Come here, girl!” A rambunctious golden retriever mix trotted around the corner, tail wagging. The streak in the sky had faded, disappearing behind the barn.  “Shelbs and I are going to go check it out on the four wheeler.” Martha perked up.

“And don’t forget to–”

“Log the coordinates, you’ve taught me well,” Jonathan finished, waving his hand dismissively and sending her a smile. The ATV engine roared to life, and he was off. It rumbled to a stop in front of a smoking crater. A head popped up, and two large eyes blinked back. Jonathan’s phone flash went off as he snapped a picture.

The figure recoiled, hissing. Ghostly white hair flickered around their face like fire, and a green sheen swirled across the wet surface of their eyes like rainbows on the surface of a bubble. Green tinged skin stretched across their features, and huge, wrinkled ears angled themselves back cautiously. Their dark nose twitched as Shelby approached the edge of the crater. A series of clicking noises rang out before their long, slender limbs collapsed beneath them like scaffolding.

Shelby darted forward.

“Woah girl, you don’t want to scare ‘em,” Jonathan whisper-shouted, hastily dismounting. It was too late. Shelby was already weaving joyfully between the new arrival’s arms, tail going a mile a minute. They obliged the dog with gentle scratches, and Jonathan smiled. “Looks like Clark might be getting a new sibling.”

It wasn’t hard to get them to follow. It was disconcertingly easy, in fact. Jonathan texted Martha to scrounge up some of the leftovers from their early dinner. He wasn’t sure if their new charge ate, given that he hadn’t seen a mouth. Perhaps they could photosynthesize like Clark, if the green hued skin was a clue. 

“How do you think they eat? If they eat at all?” Martha murmured, leaning forward on an elbow. Their guest prodded inquisitively at a gently warmed plate of food. The skin beneath their nose was taut and seamless. ��I can never believe how lucky we got with Clark.” 

“Hell if I know,” Jonathan responded, tucking into his own plate of food. The smell of shepherd’s pie always whet his appetite. Their company watched him carefully. Jonathan gestured with his fork with ‘cheers’ motion before relishing the forkful of luscious potato, mouth already watering from the well browned beef. 

Jonathan Kent was a man who sometimes wondered if the point of life was to hear food sizzle while cooking. Cracking fresh eggs and wiping freshly minced garlic from the slightly tacky blade of a knife were simple tasks and simple joys. He wondered if Clark was eating well. 

He was pulled from his thoughts by a sharp crack and a soft gasp. The figure’s pointed chin had lowered, the muscles of a jaw straining into visibility. Where their mouth would be, the skin stretched tighter still, before caving in like the hollow of a cheek. They emitted a high pitched, painful whine, eerie as a theremin, limbs tangling around their head like a self imposed cage. Martha lurched forward in concern.

The skin began to split. Fibrous layers burst forth, as if they had only been held together by tension. Their face bloomed like a roll of tissue shredded by a cat's claws. Pieces began to flake and fall off, and the whine intensified as something began to protrude. 

A tooth. A startlingly human looking incisor. Jonathan’s fork clattered onto his plate, and he winced in commiseration. They began to claw at the flaking skin, slowly excavating a set of pearly whites. When they finished, piles of white flakes littered the room. They sneezed, shaking their head, rubbery ears slapping against their face.

They gnashed their newly grown pair of human teeth with apparent glee. 

“It seems like they might be able to fit in just fine.”

[brokehorrorfan]

World Champ Game Co. has released five new horror roleplaying games: Stab: The Roleplaying Game, Ever Dream This Man?, Press Play, How to Summon a Spirit, and No Future.

Created by Adam Vass (Cybermetal 2012), they’re available individually for $16-21 or together in the Trick or Treat Suite bundle for the discounted price of $69. More details on each title can be found below.

Based on the ever-popular "Stab" movie franchise, Stab: The Roleplaying Game allows you and your friends to tell your own murderous survival stories where most of you will die, one of you is a masked killer, and no one knows who it is until the end! In No Future, a group of punks lamenting and celebrating the hardcore scene in your small town on one fervent night as you keep dying. Loop through time over and over and try to fight your way out of the loop before you sell out and leave this place forever. In Ever Dream This Man, you explore your dreams and nightmares constantly invaded by one ominous being who you will watch, evade, fear, and eventually confront in your sleep. Players work together to describe and define this being in ever-changing dreamscapes influenced by tarot cards and a collaborative playlist you create during play. In Press Play, we collect and review unexplainable events caught on tape while also seeing how our proximity to these tapes brings us closer to a shared fate. We explore haunted footage which itself haunts us. How to Summon a Spirit is a storytelling game wherein you create your own murderous mythology and supernatural rituals to evoke the dark. Both the history and the associated ceremonies change as time passes, information is uncovered, and culture warps around its mystic magnetism.

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Absolutely adore ur watcher rt! Been wondering how he would interact with people whove been on evo (if it happened). Or how people like grian would think abt how he acts. On one hand can you blame a guy whos never been mortal? On the other hand would they even know and if they know would they be able to accept it?

I just find it so fun to imagine how rt would react to their reactions and how he interacts with other watchers and related people!

Oh so this is a kind of interesting topic that is kind of actually relevant to the story I've got planned for him.

To keep things as spoiler free as possible, I'll simply say that uhhhh Grian and other relevant (ie. Empires or Hermitcraft linked) Evo members certainly would not like him by the end of the main story arc I have planned out. and that while RT is one of the few watchers who actually doesn't have any real problem with Grian as like. A defector. He certainly may have some more personal issues with him by the end of the same story arc.

I kind of like the idea of him and Grian begrudgingly ending up on the same team at some point though later down the line once RT has had some more character development (think the thing I was talking about in the last post about him butting heads with the higher ups) and realizing they're more similar than they may have thought even if they have different conceptualizations of the world.

[marshmallowprotection]

…Is Seven wearing velcro strap shoes???

These shoes are either Velcro or Button-Snaps. I imagine that's for the sake of convenience. He doesn't have time to waste tying his shoes during a mission, or when he needs to move from location to location without worrying about tripping over his laces. I imagine it's way easier on his hands, too, which no doubt have carpal tunnel from all the years spent repeating the same motion over and over again!

I think he values functionality over fashion in his everyday attire, even though he loves dressing up! The day he doesn't have to live in fear... that's the day when he wears shoes with laces. Saejoong is no longer a threat, nor is the agency in the RAE. Laces! The agency is gone and never coming back, but Saejoong is still in the Secret Ending! Velcro!

I think that is a neat character aspect... it shows a subtle means of his palpable paranoia, and a great accessibility tool.

[wraith-caller]

"Everything about Godwyn is pointless if Miquella wasn't able to resurrect him and always wanted Radahn for a consort anyway."

I've done it...I found the most braindead take....my god it's full of stars 🥹

[hallow-yeen]

if silksong doesnt break my heart into a million pieces and then feed it to every part of the local ecosystem just like the original bug game did i will fall into a deeper pit of despair than the path of pain reward put me in or hell any of the fucking cutscenes get the waterworks going i am too attached to these sentient bugs

[camifornilla]

Someone on TikTok was like “Link can only sleep in beds at an inn or that he owns” to explain how Link and Zelda are a thing and I’m playing the game and it checks out.

HOWEVER! Link can also sleep in Sidon’s Bed! WHICH MEANS! That my man, my husband, the love of my life, Sidon, is a CHEATIN ASS WHORE

So basically, I leave to go dungeon crawling with my homegirl Z; chaos ensues and all but I still managed to walk, climb, fight, and almost die making my way back up to my mans. I clean sludge off the statue we had commissioned of the two of us on our first date only to meet some bitch who’s out here calling herself HIS FIANCÉE??? And this bitch is out here calling my Husband my “best friend” and all this other bullshit!

Anyway! I decide to go find my man to go sort all this nonsense out, and he’s up in this little thinking spot ALSO CALLING ME HIS BEST FRIEND!!! I’ve only been gone, what, a couple days? Maybe a month or two? AND HE FINDS HIMSELF A NEW BITCH?????

I hate it hereeee

[ratatatastic]

"😄" "(pointed hard celly bump to mikksy despite it being a gadjo eng) 😀" "😶"

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