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dandylovesturtles · 1 year ago

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leo and mikey, treat

(fav duo tbh, pretty underrated)

More Sidelined AU! Are you sick of me yet? Hopefully not because this has consumed my brain.

Part 1

Part 2

We're jumping ahead a bit in time to hopefully give you guys a bit more idea of The Flavor of this AU. And also to give it a bit of a happier note. It's not all doom and gloom!

No content warnings to speak of on this one

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Mikey lands on the roof and powers on his earpiece, whispering, "Mikey in position. Can you hear me, Base? Come in Base."

"Helloooo New York City," comes Leo's voice, loud and clear. "You're tuning into L.A.I.R 179.12, with your host, DJ Neon Leon! Bringing you the hottest rock from the other side of the millennia."

Mikey snickers, then tries to pull himself back together. "Leo, come on! I'm here."

"Who?"

He sighs, even though he isn't mad at all. "I'm here, DJ Neon Leon."

"Ohohoho, excellent." He hears the click of typing, and then Leo says, "Can you get me visuals, Shelldon?"

"Right away, Neon Leon," Shelldon's voice crackles through the comms. There's a moment of silence, and Mikey can just imagine Leo rolling his chair around his "command center."

(He and Donnie had spent ages building it to look like the bridge of the S.S. Starbolt, with added mobility access, of course. Leo loves it as much as Donnie loves his lab.)

"Got your visuals, dudes," says Shelldon. There's some more typing from Leo's end, then he says, "Alright, Miguel, you should see two guards coming around the building riiiiight... now!"

Sure enough, two guards in plainclothes circle either side of the old apartment building across the street. Mikey watches as the two of them meet in front of the entrance, exchange a few words, then turn and head back the way they came.

"Right on time, Leo."

"Perfect, we're synced." Some more typing, and then, "The rooftop will be clear - let me know when you're over there and I'll get you inside."

"Roger that," he says. "Mikey out." Then he clicks his earpiece to silenced.

A hop, skip, and a jump later he's on the opposite roof. There's a door here, and he edges toward it before contacting Leo again.

"I'm here!"

"Alright... Disabling alarms... now!" Mikey can just see how dramatically he must have pushed the button. "Check the door to see if it's locked."

Mikey reaches out and jiggles the handle, but it doesn't budge. "Locked."

"Alright, no problem - you got your lockpicks?"

"Yep!"

"Remember what I taught you?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"Alright. Make me proud, little bro."

Mikey grins, pulling his lockpicking kit out of his gear. It takes him a few minutes, because he's nowhere near as fast at this as Leo is, but he gets it done without needing to ask for help. The training Leo made him go through is still fresh in his mind.

"Alright, I'm in," he says as he slips through the door. He's in a deserted stairwell, but just to be safe he crouches down into the shadows near the wall.

"So far, so good. You need to go down two flights of stairs. No guards are coming around right now, but keep it quiet just in case."

"Don't worry, I'll be silent as a mouse!"

"Knowing Dad that's not giving me as much confidence as you think."

Mikey giggles, then sucks in a breath and gets his game face on. Right. Silent. Ninja skills GO.

He does manage to make it to the right floor without major incident. There's no one in the hall when he enters, looking at the rows of numbered doors. He doesn't know why this is where the artifact is being kept hidden, but it doesn't matter.

"According to our intel, you should be looking for door four-oh-nine," says Leo. "The floor's clear, so get goin'."

"Got it," whispers Mikey, then hurries along in a silent crouch to the door Leo specified. He stops when he gets there, hissing in disappointment.

"What's up?"

"There's some kind of keypad lock."

"No problem. Just hook Donnie's doohickey in there."

Donnie would definitely hate it if he heard them calling it a "doohickey," and that makes Mikey grin. He pulls it out of his gear (it looks like a USB stick, but slightly thinner) and slips it into the maintenance slot on the keypad.

"Alriiight, hacking in progress," says Leo. "Big solo mish is going pretty smoothly so far, huh?"

"Yep," says Mikey proudly. "Told you guys I got this."

"That you did. Oh, and... alakazam!"

There's a click as he says it, then the red light on the keypad turns green. Mikey grins and opens the door, slipping inside the dusty apartment.

"You're getting pretty good at that hacking thing."

"Uh, you know I don't actually hack anything, right bud? I just get Shelly here to do it for me, or shoot it off to Dee if it's too complex."

"Don't sell yourself so short, dude!" says Shelldon. "You're picking it up real quick!"

"Ugh, don't say that. It makes me sound like nerd."

Mikey laughs again, searching the apartment for... well, he's not sure exactly. But he's pretty sure he'll know it when he sees it.

"What's the Foot Clan want this thing for, anyway?" he asks.

"Ours is not to question why, Miguel. I'm leaving that question for Donnie to answer."

"Mm... guess so..." He's about to say something else, but then he feels... something. Like a pulse, getting stronger as he moves toward a closet.

"...I think... I can feel it."

"Feel it?"

"Yeah... it's like..." He frowns, moving forward. "Like it's calling to me."

He opens the closet to find a safe. It also has an electronic lock, so once again he inserts the doohickey. The safe door opens with a click, and he peers inside.

There's only one item: a glittering green stone, with markings he doesn't understand carved in its surface. The pulse is super strong now, waves of energy washing over Mikey. Whatever this thing is, it's definitely powerful.

"I found it!" he says to Leo, a little louder than he should. He reaches in and wraps his fingers around it.

"Great! Hold on, just let me see if-"

Before he finishes his sentence, Mikey pulls the stone out - and immediately a loud alarm starts blaring, making him jump.

"What the heck is that!?" he yelps, jumping to his feet. He hears Leo curse on the other end of the line.

"Pressure alarm. Get out of there!"

The windows are barred - it's why he didn't come in that way in the first place. Mikey has no choice but to go back the way he came, dashing into the hallway. He turns on his heel and is making for the stairwell when his earpiece crackles again.

"No good, they're coming up the stairs."

"Then where am I supposed to go!?" he asks, frantic. All the windows are barred in the hallway, too, so that's no good.

"Okay, okay, hold on... oh, I got it! Opposite direction, about five doors down. Laundry chute."

Mikey sprints. Just as he hears the door of the stairwell open, he's tipping into the chute, pulling his limbs into his shell.

Getting chased by guards? No fun. Sliding down a laundry chute? Very fun.

"Whoooohoohooo!" he cheers when he reaches the bottom, landing in a pile of old rags and t-shirts. "That was awesome!"

"I remember having a distinctly less fun time the last time I had to do that," says Leo. "Anyway, stay there. I'm going to set off the roof access alarms and lure the guards up top, then you go up the stairs and slip out the front. Got it?"

"Got it!"

Leo's plan goes perfectly, and within a few minutes he's back outside. One later and he's back on the rooftops, running to safety.

"Yessss!" he yells once he's finally far enough away, jumping in the air and pumping his fist. "Mission successful baby!"

"I knew you could do it, little bro!" cheers Leo, his voice full of pride, and it makes Mikey beam.

"Couldn't have done it without you, Leo," he says back, truthfully.

It takes Leo a second to answer, which puts the smallest damper on Mikey's enthusiasm, but finally he comes back with, "Sure thing. You know I'm always here to help."

It's not perfect. But it's getting better. Leo is getting better, every day.

Mikey's celebratory mood cannot be quashed. He whoops again, eliciting laughs from Leo's end.

"Alright, now get your butt home before Raph freaks out. He's walked past my door twelve times."

"Thirteen," Shelldon corrects.

"Thirteen!" Leo echoes.

"You got it! Mikey out!"

He clicks the earpiece to silent, then runs and jumps to the next roof with an extra spring in his step. His solo mission was a complete success!

Of course, no missions were truly solo anymore. Not with his faithful older brother ever in his ear.

#dandy fanfiction #rottmnt #dandy trick or treat #rise mikey #rise leo #sidelined au #I told you it would get better <3

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mirahuyooo · 2 years ago

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A Green-Eyed Devil [pt 1] | mafia!bts reaction

[Mafia!BTS Getting Jealous] — Maknae Line

— you suppose even a man like him isn’t safe from the clutches of envy

In which, your boyfriend, in spite of who he is, lets the green-eyed devil on his shoulder get the best of him.

Word Count: 2,064 Content/s: established relationship rawr, fluff, drama, angst if you squint, profanity, jealousy jealousy, minimal spiciness hehe, misunderstanding, boys being brats, possessive behavior (toxic af lol), a little wholesome uwu, Mafia AU

[masterlist] | more [reactions & headcanons] | [Hyung Line]

A/N: back at it again with the mafia aus T-T finished with the maknae line in time!~ I hope y’all enjoY! lemme know what you’d like to see next!~

PARK JIMIN

"May I buy you ladies a drink?"

Over the thrumming of music, you and your best friend, Sohyun, stop dancing at the stranger who came along. His smile is polite enough, but you could sense his flirtatious intent.

"No thank you," you say as a part of you couldn't help but laugh.

One of the many luxuries Park Jimin showers you with is free reign in any of his clubs—free drinks, VIP seats, and access at any date and time. It comforts him, he told you once, to know that you and your friends would go out and have fun somewhere he knows is made to be secure for someone like you, who is now entangled in his line of work.

Sohyun very much loves this idea more than you—though she doesn't really know the truth of how this is all possible in the first place—but it seems she has different plans tonight.

"We'd love to!" she practically purred, coyly batting her eyelashes as she links her arm with yours to drag you along with her as she follows the man to the bar.

You half-heartedly rolled your eyes at her antics, but nonetheless sat beside her as she struck a conversation with the stranger. The man, Jihoon he said, is kind enough to include you in the discussion, but it was clear enough that the main discourse was between him and Sohyun, leaving you to nurse a cocktail in your hand as you idly watch over them both.

Sooner or later, a kiss to the cheek practically brings you to life, as the familiar warmth of a hand tenderly holds your waist. You look up in surprise and excitement to see your boyfriend.

"There you are, jagi," Jimin's eyes were sharply glaring ahead, but they form crescents as soon as he lovingly gazes down at you.

His emphasis on the term of endearment doesn't elude you. Jihoon, you immediately thought, a giggle leaving your lips. "Minnie," you affectionately coo as you turn your barstool towards your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck as he readily slots his body between your legs with the gun concealed at his waist reminding you of his previous rendezvous. "Did your meeting end early?"

While you and Sohyun were out on a girl's night, Namjoon had your boyfriend occupied with a mission, gathering intel at a gala, which was why he's dressed quite cleanly at the moment—a sleek black suit ensemble that almost makes him look princely.

Jimin, however, merely hums, oblivious to the hungry eyes that overcame you as his attention somewhere else. Following his sweltering gaze, you come to realize that Jihoon and Sohyun were looking at you both in shock and smugness respectively. You simply offer them a smile as you hop off your seat and grab Jimin's hand, getting him out of the situation before his quiet rage becomes too much to handle. "Let's dance?" you ask your boyfriend, effectively knocking off the furrow in his brows.

On the dance floor, Jimin's hold on your waist is tight as the two of you move to the sensual beat playing from the DJ booth. He leans down to your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Who's the guy, hm?" he questions, making you grin as it confirms your suspicions.

"You jealous, Minnie?" you teasingly ask, fingers playing with the ends of his hair.

Jimin secures you with a stern glare, stubborn and in denial of possessing such a capability. "I don't get jealous, jagi," he drawls, squeezing at your hip in warning. "Don't be silly."

And yet, there's a near pout on his plump lips that makes you croon, leaning up to steal a kiss and will it away. "If it helps you sleep at night," you jokingly whisper to him like it's a secret. "He was interested in Sohyun."

Following where you nod your head, the two of you look at how the two were now back to their own little world, more flirty and—dare you say it—eye-fucking each other. You smirk as Jimin visibly loosens up, and he catches the look last minute, a grumble leaving his lips.

"I wasn't jealous."

KIM TAEHYUNG

For the record, this wasn't your idea in the first place.

Though it made your self-wallowing look cinematic, the downpour was harsh against the windowpane of the relatively quiet cafe you find yourself idly sitting in. Across the street and through the light fog, you could see the fancy French restaurant that had just denied you entry thirty minutes ago.

See, after arriving a few minutes late to the venue, pointed stares from the patrons that were lined up and waiting to get the chance to enter the acclaimed restaurant had followed you as you shyly walked to the lady facilitating at the front desk. To your shock, however, the lady gives you an apologetic smile after checking her list for the name you told her.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. There are no reservations under Kim Taehyung."

And so, with no reservations, you were guided out of the premises, hushed whispers following you as you left.

Here you are at the less-expensive-but-expensive-nonetheless coffee shop across it, dress and hair a little damp from being caught in the rain. Before you, on the table, is a latte you were forced to order to be able to get yourself a seat in the corner of the cafe, and by now it was half-empty as you idly wait for your boyfriend to respond to your messages.

"(Y/N)?"

You look up at the sound of your name, only to see a familiar face—just not the one you had hoped. "Minhyuk," you politely bow as the man approaches your table. "Nice to see you!"

The man, a frequent patron of the humble restaurant you used to work at downtown, smiles back, but soon frowns as he takes your appearance in. "What happened to you?"

Oh, God. You didn't look like a wet cat, did you?

"Got caught in the rain," you sheepishly say, consciously running your fingers through your damp hair to somewhat fix it. This whole night has been nothing but embarrassing.

Minhyuk casts a glance out the window, nodding understandably. "Well, do you need a lift home?" he kindly offers, "the rain doesn't seem to plan on stopping soo—"

"That won't be necessary."

The familiar deep tone of Taehyung's voice sends shivers down your spine as your wide eyes land on his figure behind Minhyuk. He stands there in all black, hand armed with a black umbrella while the other’s buried in his pocket. His jaw is clenched and his eyes carry a cold, deadly stare that intimidates both you and Minhyuk. "Let's go, jagi," he grits through his teeth, eyes not looking away from the awkwardly standing Minhyuk.

Your frustrations for the past half hour only worsens at Taehyung’s attitude, compelling you to roll your eyes as you gather your things off the table. “Thanks for the offer anyways,” you managed to tell Minhyuk as you passed him, before Taehyung immediately grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the cafe.

“Taehyung, this is unnecessary!”

“Is it?” Taehyung hisses back as he flawlessly opens the umbrella overhead and encircles his other arm around your waist to shield you from the pouring rain. He’s taking you to the restaurant, you notice, which now had a line of restaurant staff anxiously waiting outside to serve you. He must’ve dealt with them before he entered the cafe.

Alas, having enough, you practically dug your heels to the ground. This effectively stops Taehyung, who turns to raise a brow at you in a challenging gaze. “I’m not going in there,” you spat, stubbornly crossing your arms.

“Why?” Taehyung drawls, “should I call him over instead?”

Rolling your eyes may be bratty, but he’s being more of a brat than you are. “You know that’s not what I meant. He has nothing to do with this,” you grit through your teeth, as he rolls his eyes. Frankly, you weren’t up to do anything anymore. There’s a brewing argument and you’d rather be away from prying eyes.

“I want to go home,” you tell him, cursing the way your voice shakes in the end as it betrays your emotions to him. “I’m tired.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes soften just a little bit, sensing your upset exhaustion. Taehyung eventually sighs, the walking paradox following as you wished and gently directing you towards a familiar sleek, black car in spite of the traces of anger still on his features.

Jealousy is as handsome on Kim Taehyung as it is ugly.

JEON JUNGKOOK

"Ow! That hurts!"

Before you, Jungkook curses a colorful string of words under his breath as you clean his wound, compelling you to roll your eyes at his whines. It was his fault, really, for letting his fist get the best of him yet again.

The impromptu date started quite well—Jungkook taking you to his motorcycle and driving around the city after the both of you suffered under the brunt of a stressful day. At your behest for dinner, Jungkook took you to the Japanese restaurant you heard your coworkers gush about.

Alas, the night ended with the ruckus that now left the both of you at a convenience store parking lot, having to buy a first aid kit at the last minute.

It was hard to say who threw the first punch—okay, that's a lie. It was Jungkook.

"Maybe it wouldn't hurt if you didn't get into a fight in the first place, hm?"

Jungkook only crosses his arms and grumbles, saying nothing further in his defense knowing damn well you had a point. You click your tongue, shaking your head as you dab some ointment on the gash on his cheek.

"He deserved it," he then childishly claims after a moment of silence, making you sigh.

The "he" in question was one of the chefs at the restaurant, who had been the one stationed at the table you and Jungkook sat at. He had been a nice cook, very entertaining during the live cooking demonstration, but, in hindsight, you now realize that he had been visibly interested in you, giving cheeky winks and jokes despite Jungkook's clear display of affection towards you.

"He kind of does," you admit, earning a pleased smile from Jungkook, who you had to settle back with a glare. "That still doesn't mean you had to cause a scene."

The last straw had been the chef trying to feed you the sushi he had just made. You had seen videos of Japanese chefs doing this—heard one of your coworkers gush about it in the first place—but even if you came here for the food and experience, you found that a bit unnecessary. Alas, even as you declined, he insisted.

Jungkook, who had been seething at that point, finally had enough—the weapon concealed beneath his leather jacket nearly flying out had it not been for you stopping the conflict along with the restaurant staff.

Hence, here you two were.

Stepping back, you solemnly look into your boyfriend's eyes. His affinity for violence comes as a by-product of his line of work, you understand, but he needs to draw a line somewhere, somehow. It was fortunate enough that his mind thought to use his fist instead of the gun he had on him. "You can't keep getting into fights like these, Koo," you calmly chide, as you smooth over the bandaid you placed on his cheek. "I'm your girlfriend, not your nurse or your babysitter that has to keep you out of your troubles."

Jungkook resorts to staring at the ground, guilty as charged at the judgement of your scolding. "I can't keep patching you up like this whenever you get jealous," you say, earning an immediate protest.

"I'm not—"

"Or whenever you let your anger get the best of you."

Jungkook's guilty silence and pout eventually disarms you with a sigh. You decide to let the argument end there and let his conscience digest your words, packing up the first aid kit and taking your helmet off one of the handles. An inked hand gently stops you before you can put it on, another hand coming to pull you close and press a thankful yet apologetic kiss onto your forehead.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles against your skin, his stubbornness's full defeat bringing a soft smile to your lips.

A baby.

You're dating a big, giant baby.

You press a kiss onto his cheek, right onto the bandaid. “Just think before you act like a dick.”

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 : @mwitsmejk @dreamamubarak @bloodline1632

#bts au #bts mafia au #bts mafia reactions #bts reactions #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts writing #bts imagines #bts scenarios #kim taehyung x reader #park jimin x reader #jeon jungkook x reader

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kodakai727 · 4 months ago

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"Soundwave superior. Quintessons inferior."

Soundwave, Megatron's brutally effective enforcer! Preferring to let his Discons handle the spy work, Soundwave is Megatron's most trusted lieutenant, intel officer, and personal bodyguard. He's not exactly a violent sort, but if fighting needs to happen, he's an utter tank, between his powerful servos and his sound-based powers. Using the wheels on his forearms as a DJ turntable and the ones on his shins as speakers, he can unleash devastating sonic attacks, when he's not reading minds and modulating his voice to mimic others. He has a bit of a chill DJ vibe, able to remove his cannon from his back and use it as a microphone for his speakers. He has just enough evidence to start distrusting the Quintessons, though not enough to bring to Megatron. He holds no active hatred for the Autobots, seeing his bodyguard status as just a job. With the growl of Frank Welker and the modulation of Transformers: Animated, Soundwave's booming voice is enough to strike fear into even Optimus Prime.

"FRENZY, RAVAGE, RUMBLE, LASERBEAK, EJECT. OPERATION: INTELLIGENCE."

Seeing as this is Cybertron, the 'Cassetticons' have no need for disguise, and their altmodes are thus more similar to ease-of-carrying compression modes. All four can fit into Soundwave's chest at once, to boot!

Frenzy (RED) and Rumble (BLUE) are true twinsparks, born from a mutation in the AllSpark that caused one spark to divide into two. Closer twins than any battle-bonded bots, these two practically share one mind, and as such one goal; serve Soundwave, but primarily, serve the Decepticon cause. While they're more than happy to handle spy work, they'd much prefer causing active mayhem with the extendable pile drivers on their arms, and will take nearly any opportunity to do so without getting in trouble for insubordination. The two are also voiced by Frank Welker.

Ravage is a simple, soft-spoken sort. An expert in stealth, blending into the shadows and frequently deactivating her optics just to blend in that much more, she lives for the thrill of the hunt. Begrudgingly handling combat, she'd much prefer to sneak about, prowling for info and valuable resources in the Autobot base. Rumble and Frenzy like to joke that she may as well BECOME an Autobot, since she spends so much time in their base. Ravage has considered it, merely as an infiltration tactic, but decided she'd much prefer staying out of sight altogether. Ravage is played by Wendy Malick.

Laserbeak is even more simple than Ravage. Unable to speak outside of a parrot-like mimicking of people's spoken words, Laserbeak is nonetheless incredibly intelligent. Striking a nice balance between eyes-in-the-sky and lasers from above, so long as Laserbeak gets to serve Soundwave, and by extension Megatron, he's more than happy to do whatever it takes.

#kodakai727 #koda's art #transformers #maccadam #transformers: empire #soundwave #rumble #frenzy #ravage #laserbeak #firrib #decepticons

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sabrinahawthorne · 7 months ago

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CLASH! Playtest Campaign Diary, April 14, 2024

Preamble 1: CLASH! is currently crowdfunding! If you're interested in supporting my work, check it out here.

Preamble 2: Truth be told, I'm bragging here. I don't usually do campaign diaries; but this session was special. I'd just finished a huge rework of the system, and I was terrified about whether it'd work as intended, or if I'd need to go back to the drawing board and further delay development. I needn't have worried; we played an episode of anime.

It's time for the first official round of the Battle of the Bands. After qualifying against DJ twins Oskaar and Byrna, classic rock & roll band Nail in the Coffin is up for their first real opponent; TOEJAM, noise music duo and technical masters.

Kenshin (The Analyst), the protege of the band's missing sponsor Ian Sachs, needs to win big to follow the clues about his missing teacher. Princess Moonbeam (The Specialist), frontwoman and mysterious European weirdo, has just been informed that her favorite glam-rock band, Xenon, will be performing in town in a few days. She needs to look good if she's going to impress her idols. And Kit Tripod (The Vessel), the band's drummer, knows that winning this contest means an official meeting with Beatrice Boxer - the woman she thinks killed her father.

The battle begins without much unusual; two Contests, one win and one loss for an even score of 1-1 against TOEJAM. It's at this point that Kit's player remembers to play with the new rules and activates a Tech: Shadow on the Wall.

Raising her drumsticks above her head, TOEJAM's guitarist momentarily thinks that he sees the image of a fiend - Tom Snare, the Demon of Drums, glimpsed through stage lights. The guitarist gains the Hopeless Condition, hampering his ability to gain Potential.

With this, the floodgates open. Kenshin opens his next turn with Look Out!, giving Moonbeam useful intel on the duo for her next turn.

Meanwhile, his own turn goes to a CLASH!, Insight versus Insight, against TOEJAM's masterful DJ. Everyone at the table stands up and cheers as his four dice come up with two 6's, while the DJ's five dice land with only one.

With one uneventful turn on the part of Kit, it's 2-2. Whoever wins the next Contest goes on to the next round of the Battle of the Bands, and it's Princess Moonbeam's turn.

The Bidding phase begins slowly; tension filling the room. Moonbeam has five Insight, but no other Pool to speak of. If she lets it slip, she's doomed against the Powerhouse DJ. But we know that TOEJAM has almost no Potential left; they don't have much bluffing power.

Moonbeam ups her bid. At the table, the GM looks at her player thoughtfully.

The DJ activates his Super.

We start to get excited; having spent all of his Potential, the DJ is left with four Force dice against Moonbeam's five Insight and 2 Potential, which she turns into 4 more dice.

We all hold our breath as the DJ makes his roll - one 6. There's a breath of relief at the table - we can do this. We just need a single 6 from a pool of nine dice.

Then, Moonbeam rolls.

No 6's. Not a single one from her entire pool.

It is dead silent at the table. We just lost our first fight. We just lost our first fight, and it got us disqualified us from the Battle of the Bands. Everyone is flabbergasted.

How could this happen? How did Nail in the Coffin lose in their second match? How will Kit get to Beatrice Boxer now? Will Princess Moonbeam embarrass herself in front of her favorite band? And where is Ian Sachs?

Find out next time, on Battle of the Bands!

It was honestly perfect. We knew the stakes of the fight;

Every character had a clear goal, and a lot of drive to achieve it;

And at the end of the day? We lost the tournament arc.

Because of course we did! The heroes can never win the tournament - they have to learn from their losses and find a new way to chase their dreams.

#indie ttrpg #ttrpg #jump! shonen battle roleplay #clash! shonen battle roleplay #campaign diary #gamedev #indie game #playtesting

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thedjintel · 1 month ago

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The mix was recorded live at North Coast Music Festival in the Chill Dome. I hope you enjoy it.

#drum and bass #chicago #dj intel #music #dj #bass #live #jungle #north coast

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emptystove · 10 months ago

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The Long Con - Ch 1

One Piece Fanfic (Romance/Drama/Suspense)

Pairing: Nami x Law

Rating: EXPLICIT, 18+ ONLY

This chapter is SFW, but future chapters will most definitely not be.

Description: Nami is working as an officer in Arlong's gang. A job goes south, and she is forced to make up for it infiltrating a notorious crime family to gather intel for Arlong. When everyone has their own agenda, plans quickly take a turn. Nami x Law and one-sided Vinsmokes x Nami.

Posted to AO3, FanFiction, and Wattpad under HortyCord.

Chapter 1 - The Deal

Nami steadied herself and took a few deep breaths. She was standing outside the club with Kuroobi. She was nervous, and his annoyed glare wasn't helping.

"You brought this on yourself, cat." His tone was both annoyed and bored.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She stared up at him to return his glare. The Fishman towered over her and crossed his arms.

"It's your fault the last job went south. All you had to do was lose your tail before you stashed all our belli."

Nami grimaced. She prided herself on being the best thief around. She always took different, tangled routes to reveal and lose pursuers. She remembered that night. She swore no one was behind her. Whoever followed her back to the safe house, waited for her to leave, and cleaned out her stash was going to pay. She spent months planning that job, and the payout would've guaranteed her sister's freedom. She could pay off Nojiko's "debt" to Arlong with interest.

Arlong was mad when he found out about the loss, but not as mad as he could have been. He benefited either way. Either with the belli or knowing Nami was still stuck under his thumb. She tried to feel grateful that he agreed not to punish Nojiko as he tended to do when Nami upset him, but it wasn't like him to be merciful. And what she had agreed to do to make up for the losses all but terrified her.

Arlong called it kindness to let her do this instead of punishing her sister, but this kind of job was more dangerous than anything she had ever done. She preferred quick jobs and easy targets, but she was determined. Her recent setback meant she needed something big if she and Nojiko had any chance of freedom.. even if it meant fucking over the King of Dressrosa.

Kuroobi reached to grab her shoulder and push her inside. She batted his webbed hand away before he could touch her, and she huffed past him.

Club Pica was crowded for a weeknight. Nami couldn't help but think she could make a killing here snatching wallets and jewelry on any other occasion. The DJ switched on a bass heavy track as Kuroobi led Nami to a stone stairwell to the right of the bar. Two guards in suits waved them toward a room at the end of the hallway, and Nami didn't miss the guns holstered under their jackets.

The sight didn't phase her as much as it should have. Being around thugs wasn't new to her. She was alert, perceptive, and she had a plan. She would use every trick at her disposal to make sure it worked. She had to.

*****

Law lounged casually on a large leather chair, his nodachi leaning against his side. One hand idly grazed the hilt while the other rested softly on the oversized arm rest.

The room felt drastically different than the rest of Club Pica. The walls were wooden with large fabric inlays. Gold trimmed glass pendent lights hung from the ceiling, making it well lit but still feel moody. At the center of the room sat a large, decadent wooden table. Smaller wooden chairs were set around it, with what can only be described as a throne at the head of the table. There was enough space in the rectangular room for a few chairs and couches to line the perimeter.

Law's seat gave him a perfect view of the entrance. The king, Donquixote Doflamingo, and his "family" already present, he watched carefully as several fishmen entered the room. It wasn't clear why either party would be willing to enter into such an alliance. On the surface, they both had the chance to make a lot of money. But this gang's leader, Arlong, wasn't shy about his distaste for humans. It was a risk he was surprised either party would take.

Arlong took a seat at the opposite end of the table, staring down the room.

"Shall we begin then?" Doflamingo smiled wide at the fishmen as a man in a suit that Law recognized as Officer Vergo, a policeman working for the family, entered and stood next to the door.

"Almost." Arlong's lips curled upwards with a faint hint of a smirk. He looked to the door as his final subordinates entered.

To everyone's surprise, the Fishman that entered was accompanied by a human woman. Law's brow furrowed. She wasn't just some woman. She was stunning. Long amber hair bounced softly across her silky skin with each click of her heels. She wore a low cut, light blue top with black x patterns down the front. It hugged her small waist but ended before the start of her light gray mini-skirt. She brushed passed Vergo before pushing Kuroobi out of the way and took the seat to the left of Arlong.

The room was silent as Arlong let out a low chuckle. "Now we can begin."

Law watched the redhead idly scan the room. She didn't act like arm candy, and why would someone who hates humans keep her for that anyway? He could tell by the way she carried herself that she wasn't a slave or servant. Although she seemed to have no love for the fishmen, it was clear she knew them well. What was painfully unclear was why.

Law wasn't sure how long he'd been lost in thought before the woman caught his eyes with hers. Large brown orbs bore into him and he forced himself to hold her gaze. Before their staring contest could continue, a loud laugh stole their attention.

Arlong growled but their was a hint of mirth in his eyes. "Alright. Final offer. 10% and I'll loan you one of my people as a sign of good faith." Arlong gestured to the young woman beside him.

"One of your people?" Doflamingo smiled wide. "Interesting. Where is she hiding her gills?"

Arlong snorted, "I assure you, Nami here is 100% human."

"This is a waste of time." Vergo said calmly. "The king can have any woman he wants. Certainly better than fishmen scraps."

Nami laughed and threw him a viscous grin. "I'm no one's whore, and that includes everyone from the mightiest kings," she nodded to Doflamingo, "to the filthiest pigs." She gestured toward Vergo.

Vergo's jaw ticked.

"A little fire in you, kitten?" Doflamingo chuckled as he raised his brow. "Tell me, what use would I have for Arlong's pet?"

Nami smiled back and held her head high. "I'm a procurer of unattainable things."

"Despite her flaws, this little cat is the best thief in all the seas. But she's not necessary for most of my business, which is why I'm generously offering to share her time with you."

Doflamingo studied her cautiously while Vergo snorted. "A fishman's pet thief is still hardly an incentive."

Nami smirked as she stood from her chair and sauntered towards Doflamingo. "I'm no one's pet," she mused. She pulled something from her cleavage and tossed it on the table in front of him as she stated, "In Arlong's gang, I'm an officer." She glanced over her shoulder at Vergo, watching him lose his temper as he slowly realized the item on the table was a policeman's badge. His badge.

She followed it up by tossing his handcuffs next to it casually, giving the king a quick wink before gliding back to her seat.

Doflamingo let out a genuine laugh. "Oh kitten, you are something else aren't you." She batted her eyelashes and smiled back at him triumphantly. He paused to consider it, but let out another laugh as he looked at Arlong. "At the very least she'll be amusing."

"So... Do we have a deal?" Arlong rumbled.

Doflamingo looked at Nami when he answered. Law knew that look. Gears were turning, forming an unknown plan of his own.

"Deal."

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letkirillfight · 2 years ago

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Seems a particularly risky choice for St. Paddy's weekend

dj playing circle of life? was that for the audience participation or just cause?

#wild lb #appreciate the intel dee #glad to know there is a reason #occasionally I wonder about our dj

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honestlydecaffeinatedphilosopher · 9 months ago

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I Have an Idea

So, I've been looking at a couple of Trolls aus, ideas, headcannons, and animatics (socola, rfsmith, and year2000electronics mostly). And I noticed there is a distinct lack of human hero aus aside from that one fanart of hero!Poppy and Newsman!Branch and I want to make one to start.

I have a decent outline and have most of the characters chosen roles.

Quick summary: In a world where 20% of the population are born with superpowers, heroes and villains combat against one another in powered up fights. Villains fight for their own selfish reasons, solo or connected to an organization. To combat these organized criminals, most governments have begun hero programs that can be taken by those 18 and older in colleges/universities to prepare those who wish to defend their homes legally by gaining a hero license. Those who don't enter a program and decide to fight crime without a license are considered vigilantes. Vigilantes are considered the grey area and can either be allies towards heroes or future villains.

Poppy Larkspur is a recent hero graduate that is looking forward to being a hero at Toronto's Agency with her hero friends Emily 'Smidge' Hughes and Willard 'Creek' Datura, alongside the rest of the snack pack who all have hero-related jobs.

Satin and Chenille (Codenames) are super suite designers that create hero costumes that are durable, comfortable, and fashionable(of course).

Cooper, Darnell, and Biggie are all support item makers/inventors of gadgets that our main trio rely on. If they need something, the inventors got it.

DJ Suki and Guy Diamond are underground heroes that hold multiple personas when going undercover. They are mainly intel collectors and have daylight jobs that land them in the underground more easily than one would expect.

Sky Toronto is the founder of Toronto Agency, and the mentor of the hero trio, is retired from active hero duty due to him taking in a civilian into witness protection.

This is mostly what I have and I might continue saying more, getting to our favorite grump. :)

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lovesbiggerthanpride · 4 months ago

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The rhythmic bassline that started off as a muffled pulse from outside, transitioned into something quite loud with immense clarity as you climbed the stairs to this crowded loft.

Your assessment of the scene was accurate and a bit overwhelming; bursts of laughter, clanking glasses, bodies up close and personal, with a DJ shouting on the mic for a response to his call between lyric phrases. The walls were changing colors every four counts, in sync with the music.

So busy, you didn’t know where to move first.

Quite an exciting welcome the city you had only visited a few weeks ago and now call home — a drastic change from the Southern town that raised you for so many years. You were no stranger to a fun and boisterous party, well-versed in throwing them, being the guest of honor, frequently attending to keep up appearances.

But this? This was a lot. You wished you requested more intel about this establishment’s vibes before accepting the invitation.

Scanning the room for an unoccupied chair, you carefully began to walk towards a less crowded area among the packed room of patrons and guests.

But a soft press on your back made you jump, almost causing you to drop your purse.

A man with chocolate curls, broad shoulders and a barely covered chest, paired with an inviting smile, was standing in front of you. It was actually a calm presence in this amusingly chaotic social situation you entered. But then he spoke.

“Holy fuckin’ shit! You made it!”

baby, i’m a star

coming soon.

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burningm0th · 5 months ago

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UHH-- hi! Hey! I was reading through your logs here, really good investigating you've got going on here...! You seem to have a pretty good grasp on... these things? Um, do you think that these AI pose, like, a direct, deadly threat? Also, is it spelled 'squid' or 'squip'?

-DJ 🎧

[Image ID: HS glancing upwards, looking curiously towards the theoretical speaker. Lee is visible behind them, holding her pointer fingers together with her eyes closed. /end ID]

◇ Oh--er, thank you! I've put a lot of effort into trying to understand these things, I'm glad it's showing.

Do I think they pose a deadly threat? No. I think they're pretty dangerous and come with a lot of implicit risks, but I don't think they could reasonably be considered deadly. I doubt they're remotely intended to be deadly either; the brain is the power source, right? Can't very well borrow energy from a dead one.

And it is 'SQUIP'! It's uh... it stands for something, what's--

◈ ⪯Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor.⪰

◇ Right, thank you.

#User: HS #User: Lee #Answers ◇#Q:A #Squip OCs

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