#evil blackjack?

[nothing-feels-party]

This is NFR Blackjack because scorp dog

Since Jack’s soul was removed differently and replaced, the true soul was dumped in the 4th dimension angry and confused.

The soul quickly discovered that it’s apparent fate was to simply mill around the 4th dimension forever as a monster pilots it’s corpse. It was less than pleased about this even less so about the mutations it endured.

After what felt like an eternity in the confusing world the soul came upon a familiar face, a man dragged into the 4th dimension by his own hubris. At first the soul was angry at the man, angrier when it realized the man couldn’t even remember his own name, it felt like vengeance was slipping from its hand.

And then it realized, if the man could get into the 4th dimension, surely he could find a way out eventually.

The two formed an uneasy alliance, and began searching.

It quickly became clear the soul was rotten, maybe it always was or maybe it was the years alone, but the soul lacked empathy, destroying anything in its path to escape, even creatures that would try to help.

[dababiers]

funny fucking thing + the dsaf alignment remade :))

teeheehee

[dee-in-the-box]

thinking about the line "You can never undo what I've done to her, you know." again.

[bonnielunkas]

thanks for putting me back together.

[werewolf-femboy-maid]

The power I felt when I realized I can be the one sending a good morning beautiful text and say honey im home:

me when I make my own memes on Tumblr because I love making myself laugh I am literally my favorite comedian my inside jokes with myself are fucking hilarious I have finally started feeling like a child again I blowing bubbles in the sunset n she

thank you mutuals love y'all stay warm much love :)))

[lunastars21]

Inktober Day 4: Dodge

“ STOP DODGING YOU OVERGROWN RAT!”

A dual between my two Ocs! Adolphus and Blackjack!

[pinkhorsepro123]

DSAF's (And Dialtown) Oneshots And Insanity: Allies Against A Cruel World

This was a wip for a while-

Enjoy!

[twilve]

i wanna know how some kpop groups harvest the most toxic fans and others dont

[low1key]

: ̗̀➛ALICE IN BORDERLAND

SHUNTARO CHISHIYA ———————————————————

about Chishiya, since the show watered him down ;p he actually was kind of heartless and never understood the concept of life and wasn't interested in it either. so if you're mad at someone for saying "awful" things he would have do, you're probably the one mischaracterizing him In his backstory (manga-based only), we learn that he was born into a family with no love and affection. his parents never showed interest in him; they only cared about work—actually, that much—that even if they didn't love each other anymore, they pretended to be happy so the hospital where the father worked—his father was the hospital head—wouldn't get into any scandals. chishiya basically grows up in a family with no feelings, and since he never got to know them, he still doesn't know them to this day. he wanted to check if he could feel anything by starting to work in his father's hospital as a student. he wanted to know if he could feel compassion toward any of the patients and if that would help him find an interest in life; guess what, it didn’t help, then he kind of gave up on himself and looking for any sense in life or finding a good in himself

but there was one thing that interested him since he was a child: it was the Mona Lisa painting. we see him looking at it, stating that he couldn't look away and that "everyone wants to be seen for who they are"; it is a reference to his history in various ways. first, the painting, in one of its meanings, is a visual representation of happiness. looking at what he said, it could be interpreted as him referring to his family, who are actually just pretenders and are "painted" happy. the second meaning refers to him, as he always felt different from others and viewed emotional people as stupid. because of that, other people couldn't understand him; he reminded himself of the painting when he tells arisu he just wanted someone to understand him. he said the Mona Lisa, in one theory, has been said to be Da Vinci himself dressed as a woman—which refers to people actually not knowing Da Vinci, just as people do not actually know and understand him.

in Borderland, his first game was 6 of Diamonds - a blackjack. there we could see how intelligent and observant he actually is. he never gambled before and was not only able to pick up the rules through observation but also invented a mathematical card counting method to decide how to bet. other players there couldn’t understand how a young man like him could act so calm and unbothered, but he simply had no concept of living and didn't care if he died or not. from the beginning, he only "helped" others when he saw they might be useful—that's why he helped Karube and gave him information about the beach since he was with Arisu, who he became interested in.

on the beach, he paired with Kuina, but they weren’t friends, as the show depicts; he had from the beginning planned to use her to steal the cards by himself when they were about to steal them together. he needed her to get closer to Arisu—to use him for his plan—he didn't care what was going to happen to them(arisu & usagi). kuina even asked him if he really didn't feel sorry at all, but of course, he doesn’t feel anything. Kuina later in the series even said she hates him just as much as she hates niragi 10 of hearts: after the start of the game, he leaves Kuina behind and is trying to kill Niragi; he says he's pissing him off since Niragi reminds him how awful he also is. both of them don’t care about other lives, killing and betraying them. Chishiya really hated niragi. he knew there was something wrong with him, but he couldn’t change and gave it up already in his backstory. he wants niragi dead so he won’t have to face the thought of how evil he actually is. also, when he learns Arisu is alive, he doesn’t try to solve the game; he knows Arisu will do it and that he doesn’t need to interfere. especially when it’s a heart game, he may be pretty good at them, but he doesn’t really like them since he isn’t good with emotions and never really understood other people's minds.

King of diamonds: there, as usual, Chishiya couldn't care less about his life and gives Kuzuryu the option to kill him. as i said, he never had the concept of life and was only in the borderlands looking for something interesting, like, for example, his beloved Mona Lisa painting. unexpectedly, Kuzuryu decides to sacrifice himself for Chishiya, which actually makes him wonder—how do people decide to sacrifice for others? Why do they do that? He contemplates the concept of empathy. Kuzuryu's sacrifice was like a breaking point for Chishiya because, before, Arisu's will to help others interested him, but what Kuzuryu did for him made him actually think about changing.

Arisu and Niragi: when the shooting started, because of what i wrote above and Arisu's speech before Usagi appears, he decides to take Usagi's bullet. He wants to do something nice in return, something out of character—as he said. he wanted to know how it feels to help others, to do something for someone instead of for himself. he then expressed thoughts about the Mona Lisa, stating he only wanted someone to understand him, and it happened to be Arisu and Niragi. He was glad to meet them and told Arisu his existence was just to show how empty humans can be—“I understand,” he responded. he came to the conclusion that he probably never wanted to learn about others and/or emotions because he was too jealous of them to think of it, viewing them as stupid instead. summarizing all his character: he was selfish, lacking humanity, and disinterested in life. so why, after all, did he decide to go back to the real world and survived the shooting? because of Arisu, Usagi, and Kuzuryu, he finally found a reason to live - to slowly change and try to understand what is humanity - i think that moment - him finding a reason to live - was the most beautiful part of his character. they were his new Mona Lisa, making him interested and causing him to think just like the painting did before; it was what he searched for in the borderland.

[comatosebunny09]

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[thepringlesofblood]

chungled

so. on dropout.tv there is one (1) episode of a show called "Dimension 20: Foundry", filmed over zoom during the pandemic, that never got past this pilot episode as far as I can tell. the idea is that brennan lee mulligan and [guest] will stat out a character together. the guest in this episode is lou wilson.

they create a full character sheet for Chungledown Bim*. as a 20th level warlock (Pact of the Chain).

now, it's possible that "Dimension 20: Foundry" just never took off, or got pushed to the side, but I personally believe that brennan lee mulligan made up this show specifically to trick lou wilson into creating his archnemesis.

the d20 wiki page for Chungledown Bim has the basic stats and some of the feats, but nowhere near the level of detail as a full character sheet (understandable). also completely understandably, the d20 transcription fan community has not come out with a transcript for this one extremely obscure video. I bring this up because I went through and did my best to accurately transcribe the character sheet, because it's fucking bonkers.

I also included some direct quotes from the episode in the often-ignored 2rd page of the character sheet where you list your backstory and what you look like and "allies and organizations" and general stuff that's significant but has no mechanical properties.

so. TLDR: i re-created Chungledown Bim's character sheet from the video where brennan and lou create one for him. god help us all.

*lou states in the video that 'Chungledown' has no hyphen.

bc the image IDs are going to be so so long, I'm putting em below the images instead of in alt text.

sorry the resolution's shit, I don't know why it did that.

note: I will not be noting areas I left blank in the image id. you can assume it's a basic dnd 5e charsheet template. i did the dark mode one bc i have sensitive eyes and wrote in comic sans for dyslexia reasons but otherwise that's how its organized, idk how to explain it in an image id other than just listing the information contained within.

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Character Name: Chungledown Bim Class & Level: Warlock Lvl 20 Background: Pirate Race: Rock Gnome Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Strength: 14 (+2) Dexterity: 16 (+3) Constitution: 20 (+5) Intelligence: 18 (+4) Wisdom: 16 (+3) Charisma: 20 (+5)

Proficiency Bonus: +6

Armor Class: 14 Initiative: +3 Speed: 30 Hit Point Maximum: 206 Hit Dice: 20d8

Saving Throws Strength: +2 Dexterity: +3 Constitution: +5 Intelligence: +4 Wisdom: +9 (proficient) Charisma: +11 (proficient)

Skills

Acrobatics (Dex): +8 (proficient) Animal Handling (Wis): +3 Arcana (Int): +4 Athletics (Str): +14 (expertise) Deception (Cha): +11 (proficient) History (Int): +4 Insight (Wis): +3 Intimidation (Cha): +11 (proficient) Investigation (Int): +4 Medicine (Wis): +3 Nature (Int): +4 Perception (Wis): +9 (proficient) Performance (Cha): +5 Persuasion (Cha): +5 Religion (Int): +4 Sleight of Hand (Dex): +3 Stealth (Dex): +3 Survival (Wis): +3

Passive Wisdom (Perception): 19

Attacks & Spellcasting Name: Eldritch Blast ATK Bonus: +11 Damage: 4d10+5 force

Other Proficiencies & Languages

Languages:

Gnomish

Solisian

Proficiencies:

Navigator’s Tools

Vehicles (Water)

Light Armor

Simple Weapons

Equipment

10 GP

A belaying pin

50 ft of silk rope

Pirate Clothes

Seagull’s Beak

Leather Armor

2 Daggers

Blackjack

Flintlock (Arcane Focus)

Scholar’s pack

Brass Knuckles

Personality Traits: Crazy, Committed, Goal-Driven, Voracious Eater, Efficient, Frugal

Ideals: Vengeance, Revenge, Payback, Getting Even, Muttering, shitting in Fabian’s mouth - Mythologically Infinite Retribution

Bonds: Bill Seacaster, Upchungle, Fabian (Dark Reflection)

Flaws: IBS, Emotionally Closed-Off, Myopic, (Distant from Family, losing Cooking skills, combating ennui through obsession = non-sustainable)

Features & Traits: Darkvision Gnome Cunning

-ADV on INT, WIS, CHA saves vs. magic Artificer’s Lore Tinker Bad Reputation ——— Patron: Bill Seacaster (fiend) Dark One’s Blessing Pact of the Chain: Upchungle (a disgusting seagull) Dark One’s Own Luck Fiendish Resilience Hurl Through Hell Eldritch Master

Invocations

Cloak of Flies

Chains of Carceri

Investment of the Chainmaster -Mask of Many Faces

Otherworldly Leap

Repelling Blast

Eldritch Spear

Agonizing Blast

Feats

Grappler

Squat Nimbleness

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Character name: Chungledown Bim

Age: 65 Height: 3’8” Weight: 220lb Eyes: Yellow Skin: Sunburnt Hair: Matted

Character Appearance: Filthy Beard of mustaches unique teeth (different materials) Bloodshot eyes “he is elementally tied to the concept of filth” - Brennan Lee Mulligan huge overcoat with pockets full of pasta

Allies & Organizations: Upchungle (familiar) “as fucked up as he [chungledown] is” “always greasy” “Chungledown has a real intimate relationship with this fucked up bird” doesn’t need to breathe, can be summoned in a flock of up to 6 Upchungles

Cult of Bill Seacaster Bill Seacaster is a fiendish patron, who sponsors Chungledown because he wants his son to have the best nemesis possible (see quotes below)

Additional Features & Traits

“…especially with how he’s [Bill] gone full chaotic, the idea that like, ‘cause he loves me and wants the best for me and I think he knows I need a nemesis. you know, he had James, I have this crazed gnome who wants to shit in my mouth, and so I think there’s part of me that’s like, my dad is like, what’s up? Like you want to, I love you son but this is something you need to face and I’m going to help make it as powerful as it can be so that when you overcome it, you know true victory.” - Lou Wilson

“There’s honestly part of me that thinks that Chungledown Bin tried to switch out patrons and my dad just murdered ‘em. Like murdered whoever he was going to and was like nope, you’re sticking with me, because I want you to have the best. I want you to have the best when you come for my son” - Lou Wilson

Character Backstory:

“There was a man, Chungledown Bim, but like the character, the fullness of Chungedown Bim starts the day I turned my back on him, and that’s the day he begins the work to become the man we [he and Brennan] are creating today, and that man is 20 levels of warlock” - Lou Wilson

“like an arcane John Wick of taking a shit in your mouth” - Brennan Lee Mulligan

Treasure:

his trinket, the Seagull’s Beak is the literal, dirty, grungy beak of a dead seagull. he gets “surprisingly emotional” when he can’t find it, and sleeps clutching it.

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Spellcasting Class: Warlock (Pact of the Chain)

Spellcasting Ability: CHA Spell Save DC: 19 Spell Attack Bonus: +11

Cantrips:

Eldritch Blast Poison Spray Infestation Create Bonfire

Spell level: 1 Slots total: 0

Find Familiar

Command

Spell level: 2 Slots total: 0

Spider Climb

Flock of Familiars

Spell level: 3 Slots total: 0

Stinking Cloud

Tongues

Incite Greed

Counterspell

Spell level: 4 Slots total: 0

Blight

Wall of Fire

Sickening Radiance

Spell level: 5 Slots total: 4

Negative Energy Flood

Scrying

Far Step

Contact Other Plane

Dream

Mystic Arcanum (once per long rest) -Investiture of Stone

Mystic Arcanum (once per long rest) -Etherealness

Mystic Arcanum (once per long rest) -Power Word Stun

Mystic Arcanum (once per long rest) -Imprisonment

/end id]

[project-sekai-facts]

Is there any other songs with combos that have hidden meaning? I only know the mizu5 one

There's 909 for the hard/expert/master charts of Kirapipi★Kirapika (Emu's birthday)

404 for the hard chart of ECHO (computer error code)

1112 for Utsuro wo Aogu (Akito's birthday & Akito and Toya's character numbers)

707 for TONDEMO-WONDERZ hard (computer error code for memory cannot be freed)

413 for Daughter of Evil and Servant of Evil on hard (4 is unlucky in the east, 13 is unlucky in the west)

123 for Ichi Ni no San de on easy (translation of the title)

All combos on 88☆彡 end in 88

All combos on 39 Music!, Miku Miku ni Shite Ageru♪ (Shite Yan Yo), 39, Hajimete no Oto, and Antenna 39 end in 39

All combos on Blackjack end in 21 (the winning number in the game)

ULTRA C has an identical master FC to Machi (as part of a series of references in the chart)

All combos on 25-ji no Jounetsu end in 25

That's all i can think of

[anticomedygarden]

for the pjo, do you have any headcanons on Magnus and Annabeth’s friendship? Or a fic of them getting to relax and take a break from their stressful lives (deaths??)

idk I just love the idea of Magnus being treated to the chaos that is pjo and Annabeth hearing about mc

yes i love it!

i think it takes a while for magnus to get fully introduced to annabeth's whole life of chaos because they make an effort to meet halfway so he doesn't really believe everything she tells him at first because there is no way that's all true

when he does start seeing it with his own eyes, he gets super stressed thinking his life is gonna get even crazier than it already is

he is constantly ready to throw down with frederick chase. he trusts annabeth when she says they're trying to maintain a relationship, but the second freddie steps out of line, magnus is ready to beat his ass. so is alex. and jack.

when annabeth starts learning how to cook, percy makes magnus try everything first because 'he's already dead, it can't hurt him'. alex is surprisingly down to try annabeth's questionable food. turns out that once you've eaten your depressed talking goat friend, fear around food mostly goes away.

when annabeth hears the otis and marvin story, she silently decides it is going to be a very long time before magnus meets grover

this doesn't have anything to do with annabeth, but the first few times he meets sally, it makes him really upset because she reminds him of his mom

magnus is kinda disturbed the first time he's caught up in a monster attack with annabeth and percy because they went from joking and casual to silently communicating plans and taking the monster down in seconds. he is upset that his cousin had to learn to be this way, but he is also afraid that one day that will be him and alex. alex thinks it's hot.

once annabeth introduces him to her other friends, magnus finds out he is not above guilt tripping his cousin's rich friends into funding the chase space or giving to the homeless. when magnus, alex, and leo join forces, rachel nearly maxes out her credit card.

one time one of the gods stopped annabeth mid conversation with magnus for a really stupid quest and magnus is flabbergasted. he's like, "your gods just do that??" and she's like, "yours don't??"

i think percy and alex would be weirdly good friends. not sure if for good or evil. but definitely friends.

frank and alex not getting each other's brand of shape shifting but still bonding over it. like frank's is almost always a manifestation of anxiety while alex's is a way to take control of her/his life, but does that stop them from seeing who can open the most jars as a gorilla? hell no

alex being absolutely infatuated with blackjack and vice versa

magnus hearing about all of the various feuds between the greek gods and being like, "why don't they just not spend so much time together or stick their noses into each other's business?" because iirc the norse gods mainly stick to their domains but it seems like the olympians spend a lot of time on olympus and annabeth just laughs and laughs

jack rates annabeth's friends on their weapons. personality, appearance, effectiveness, etc. he has a whole system that magnus gets to hear. constantly. (riptide is the perpetual favorite)

[liillyliilly]

Mercedes-Benz

miya atsumu x reader words; 4467 synopsis; underground racing, she has a slight gambling habit, he drives a sleek black mercedes-benz

Evil incarnate. Satan spawn. Devil’s favorite drug dealer.

Then why was he so delicious?

“Well folks, what we have here today is a game truly unparalleled by any other.”

“Well, Iwaizumi Hajime, I think the level of competition we have here goes beyond just a game.”

“You’re right Miya Osamu, what we have here is a battle of man versus man.”

Miya Osamu burst into laughter, “Oh but Iwaizumi, it’s a battle between boy and woman.”

You didn’t appreciate them narrating your current state of undress. In all fairness, they were also commentating on Atsumu’s lack of fabric entrapments.

Yachi was too busy nursing her heart by downing all the orange juice the Miya’s had in their fridge. Kiyoko was duly scrolling through her phone outside, waiting for you to finish up so she could drive the three of you back to your dorm. Everyone else in the frat house was mad that Suna Rintarou had confiscated all phones before entry into the Inarizaki Phi Alpha mid-term party.

Because of the photos, they would have gotten. Oh, the images of moments they could have captured.

“Hit.” You dealt Atsumu another card from your deck. A seven of spades. Adding that to his nine of hearts, two of diamonds, and four of spades, he had busted. With one measly point above a perfect twenty-one.

He groaned, tugging on his hair and rocking back slightly. You two were sitting cross legged in front of each other, with less clothes on than should have been allowed at the moment.

“You’re such a cheater.”

“Nope. Always bet on the House for a reason ‘Tsumu. You have two options left, your sock or your underwear.”

He threw his sock at your face. You put it on his folded trousers, t-shirt, sweatshirt, other sock, and watch.

He had your top, pants, and one sock. This left you in a bra, underwear, and one sock.

“Listen, Atsumu, it’s in your best interest to not play another round. She still has a sock. You’re screwed. Point-wise, she even started with less clothing than you. Take the punishment.” Miya Osamu carefully advised his brother.

Iwaizumi just scoffed and passed another twenty-dollar bill to Matsukawa. “How’d you know that she would win?”

Matsukawa inhaled, his mango vape on its last leg, “She always beats him in these things, it's almost like she’s cursed him with what I like to call: Boobs Over Boners”

Atsumu shoves his leg back into his pants, and you shimmy back into your shirt. The party quickly dissipated after the two of you shook hands in agreement to end the game.

“I like your white bra better.” He stretched, sitting down on the hardwood floor had dulled his spine and made his back hurt.

“If you won you actually could’ve seen me in it again.”

“Don’t remind me of what I’m missing out on.”

Strip Blackjack was a creation you and he had invented two years ago, it had become an annual event to play it at each mid-term party, so far, you were leading in wins with four and he had one.

This time he had put seven minutes in heaven on the line, you put his brand new Mercedes-Benz on the line. You weren’t going to take his car from him, he would just become your chauffeur for the foreseeable future.

You told Yachi she could head back with Kiyoko, you had gotten a sweeter ride. Kiyoko rolled her eyes and put her hand on your arm. “Don’t wait up, I have some plans.”

“It’s already midnight, what more could you need to accomplish?”

“The fun’s only starting. I have five more hours of entertainment awaiting me.”

“When you get sick, I’ll have the medicine cabinet ready for you.” You hugged Kiyoko as she pulled Yachi away from a Health Science major who had been lurking around.

The Benz life was something you could get used to. A sleek black finish, rich leather, and seat warmers. Atsumu grabbed his water bottle before meeting you in the parking lot.

Leaning back on the front of the car, your back was supported by the hood of his Mercedes-Benz and your arms were slowly touching the curves and edges. Atsumu thought that the view of you and his car was going to put him into cardiac arrest.

Pressing the start engine button, Atsumu turned to you. “Where to first?”

“The highway. Let’s baptize this bad boy,” You leaned forward and slid your fingers over the textured glove department.

“I am not taking my car to whatever blood demon summoning ritual you have in mind.”

You faced him, noticing the volleyball keychain hanging from the rear-view mirror, “You’ve seriously never baptized a car?”

“My car is agnostic.”

“A car baptism is when you hit a little over 160 kilometers, or if you like 100 miles per hour.”

“Those are the same speed.”

“Miles is lower than kilometers, more likely to get you to agree that way.”

He nods, backing his car out of his spot. Neither of you had made a move to turn on music quite yet, preferring to just embrace the smooth transportation.

Several texts from Suna popped up on Asumu’s display on the dashboard. Atsumu kept his eyes on the road, while you had free reign to watch whatever was going to unfold.

You sexy mofo

Why arnt you flirting back babe

Atsumu you dick

Ohhhhhhhhhh

You're actually doing something with her huh

I know a good detailer

Cleans everything right up

Several eggplant emojis later, and you just shook your head in amusement. All Atsumu had to do was ask, and this scenario Suna was proposing could very well be real, but he’d never tried anything more than grinding with you at the clubs.

Minus all the times he had leaned in for a kiss, especially after acing an exam he thought he would fail. Or when he felt sore from volleyball. Or when he just wanted to get a taste of your lip gloss. The attraction was there, and you saw no reason for him to hold back. He held back anyway.

There was still time before you reached the highway, so you just sat pretty, soaking up his presence. He smells expensive. With a physical presence so demanding, you have to wonder why Atsumu and Osamu were received so differently by those around them.

Atsumu couldn’t stand just being there with you, if he got any more jittery then he fully believed his driving skills would be impeded, which only had worst-case scenarios. So he reaches below his information screen, grabbing the aux cord.

“What do you wanna listen to?” You took the cord and plugged your phone in, mentally crossing off songs you didn’t want him to know that you listened to.

“Whatever you want to listen to. I’m not picky with car music, that’s ‘Samu’s field.”

“Driver picks the music, that's the most unspoken but most important car rule known to man.” A recollection of all the times Kiyokyo lightly slapped your hand away from her Spotify search option on her mom mobile. And all the times Yachi discreetly changed your music back to hers when she was giving you a ride to the grocery store so you both could get more juice.

“Passenger Princess picks the music in my car.”

You could live with being his passenger princess. The silence was chopped up and boiled alive with your late-night playlist.

Atsumu taps his fingers on the steering wheel, signaling left to merge onto the highway.

It was practically empty, minus the usual car here and there. The best part of driving on the highway at night was the lights. Towering buildings with spotted office lights still on, colorful lights from bars and various other fast-food restaurants, and lights from airplanes in the sky. Tokyo at night was perfect.

Atsumu, Tokyo, and you, however, that was a trio made to be.

He sped up. Not quite hitting your desired speed, but enough to put a chill around the car that was slowly seeping in.

“I have an extra sweatshirt under the seat.” Atsumu tilts his head slightly, urging you to accept his offer. He prayed that you wouldn’t ask him just to turn up the heat in the car.

You reached down and took the sweater out of the cubby below the seat. It was straight fleece on the inside, but a smooth cotton blend on the exterior. It was also a sweatshirt that had embroidery on the cuffs. His family name was on the left, and what you could only assume was his jersey number on the right.

“Thanks, it’s soft.” You brought the collar up slightly to rub the side of your face on the fleece.

Atsumu was grateful for the lack of lighting in the interior of his car, hiding the way he knew a blush was spreading rapidly across his ears and face.

Clearing his throat, Atsumu questioned your plans for the night, “Besides my veto-ing the baptism, what else did you have in mind? You said to your friends you were going to be busy until at least five.”

You had two possible options in mind. Both of which would terrify Atsumu. You picked around his glove box for a moment, before grabbing a coin.

“Heads is option one. Tails is option two.”

“Aren’t I supposed to know the options?”

You reached over and put a finger to his lips, “Shush, my game my rules.”

You warmed the coin up in your palms, before tossing it slightly and then hitting it against the back of your hand. Atsumu kept his left hand on the wheel, letting his right lay on your armrest closest to him, invading your undefined bubble.

“Option one.”

“I didn’t even tell you what the coin faced.”

“I know, I chose option one.”

“There’s a drift competition I heard about from the Grapevine.”

Of course, it was from the Grapevine. The vaguely illegal social media site that all college students would die to get an invite to join. No one knew who ran the platform, just that one day, if you were lucky, you got a text with an assigned username and password key to join. Atsumu had decidedly not been cool enough to receive such a text yet.

You, however, were one of the first people to get onto the Grapevine.

You clarified for Atsumu, “I won’t put your baby through the ringer, I just heard the gambling’s good. Apparently all the people who said they’d be racing are either bringing an imported car or they have a super tricked-out home-cooked car.”

Atsumu would be lying if he said he wasn’t interested. He just hummed, pulling up his GPS, and you typed in the address.

It was half past one when you got there. Atsumu parked his car about half a mile away from the location you had input. You praised him, calling him smart to do his best to avoid damaging your escape car.

When you got into the abandoned car parking lot, and walked down to the basement level, you were surprised. Atsumu stayed close by, walking slightly to the right of you but staying behind you.

Bumping from speakers was all kinds of music.

A yellow 1997 Mazda RX-7 had J-Pop blaring, with a decently young guy tweaking wires under the hood. A red 2006 Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IX had Teriyaki Boyz’s “Tokyo Drift” playing, with various stripped-down women investigating the lights embedded in the wheels. There were several other cars similarly tricked out, each with their unique personality and appeal.

Atsumu pulled you back into him by your elbow, “This is insane.”

“It’s dope, that's what it is.” You scanned around for any kind of money being exchanged. “Winner, winner.”

You grabbed Atsumu’s hand, leading him to a turquoise-colored car.

“There’s my mischievous queen.” Oikawa looked you up and down, you just kicked your leg up and put your hands under your chin in an attempt to appear cutesy. “And then this stick in the mud.”

Atsumu just did a head nod to acknowledge Oikawa’s presence.

Oikawa was dressed in a white ribbed tank top and some lilac cargo pants. His Aoba Johsai medallion hung on a gold chain around his neck.

“I don’t suppose this perfectionist is gonna race. Bet he drives a Toyota Sienna.” Oikawa grazes your hip with his hand, trying to tug you over to him.

You can’t help but go over to Oikawa’s car. “2001 Nissan Silvia S15 Spec-S, my friend Ushijima helped me to change the colorway.”

“It’s gorgeous, just look at those LEDs,” You skimmed the attached lights around the door of the car, appreciating the overall look of the car, then investigating the smaller decals in the corners of the windows.

Inside Oikawa’s car were his over-the-shoulder seat belts embedded in the driver’s seat, a silver pack of something you couldn’t quite identify in the central console, and his phone lying on the passenger’s seat.

“Wanna go for a quick spin before it’s go time?” Oikawa flipped his keys around his finger, and a small diamond decoration caught the light from the various beamers around the car garage.

You looked back toward Atsumu, his eyes had narrowed.

“Nah, I’m happy just to do some gambling.” You wrapped an arm around Atsumu, holding onto his side. This was an effective enough deterrent for Oikawa.

“I see how it is, put your money on me though, some of these other drifters can barely keep their throttle going long enough for a good spin.”

“Noted. It was nice seeing you,” You waved, and Atsumu copied the wave, adding the repeated motion of bending his fingers at the knuckles, a teasing victory wave of sorts.

Oikawa and you knew each other through a mutual friendship in Iwaizumi, he was older than you by a few years, working on a graduate program in Argentina. He came back to Tokyo for the racing, only the racing. At least, that’s always what he told himself.

It would be a lie to say that Oikawa didn’t still love you. How can you not when you propose twice in one month, begging someone to come to a foreign country with you, telling them that you would take care of them, and they would never have to worry about anything? Just be with me and everything will be perfect.

You put a few bills on Oikawa, much to Atsumu’s chagrin.

The lineup was two cars at a time, going from the bottom floor up to the roof of the parking garage. There would be six brackets, for a total of twelve competing drifters.

If Oikawa did indeed win the whole thing, you stood to make a crisp four hundred dollars. If he placed in the top four, you got two hundred. Anything below the top four and you’d be out a flat hundred, all the money you skimmed off the bets from Strip Blackjack earlier this night.

People were lined up on either side of the starting point, you didn’t have the best vantage point seeing as all the tallest guys had already conglomerated to see the skidouts fail. Atsumu asked if you could see alright, and you just shrugged, it was an inconvenience but wouldn’t ruin the experience.

So he scouted for a better standing spot. “How’d you feel not watching the beginning of the race?”

In a moment, you two had jogged up the stairs, going to the roof. Only the various car techs were already up here, typing away on laptops.

The view was stunning. And had an ample vantage point. The car garage was scaffolded, so each floor going high was smaller than the layer below. The spiral going up to the finish line was readily viewable from where you and Atsumu were leaning against the concrete half-wall. You would get to see the final moments of the race, as well as see the billowing tire smoke from the levels below, various obstacles were on each floor. Barriers, iron gates, and pillars originally designed to guide cars to parking spots now functioned as ways to show off the iconic sideways slide of drifting.

Atsumu pulled out his phone when you were leaning over the half wall, inspecting the route the cars would have to take. It was just a few subtle pictures he told himself, of the way you were grinning wildly at the upcoming race, wearing his sweatshirt.

He couldn’t resist just sending one or two photos to Suna to humble brag.

Youre gonna kill her?

Push her off the ledge?

Im not gonna hide her body with you

Necrophilia is not hot

Youre such a douche you know that

Only for u my asian baby boy

she really is your type tho

Look at those legs, scrumptious

I will push you off a ledge

You think she would play strip blackjack with me? Without cards ofc just the stripping part

Blocking you rn

Ohhhhh noooo how will i survive without my precious

The roar of cars is louder than expected, Atsumu fumbles while trying to shove his phone back into his pocket. You just start giggling, lightly stomping your feet in excitement.

“Watch this!” A rapid twist from the yellow car as they continued to cut off what Atsumu recognized as Oikawa’s car.

The speed at which they were going shook Atsumu to the core. Each new drift circling a barrier to a straight path just intensified as they managed to go up each level in progressively intense challenges. Smoke billows from the tires against the pavement, flaring out the lights attached to the cars, creating what looked like a chalk bomb in the air full of color.

In a second, Oikawa spun out, cutting another corner and overtaking yellow. When he was sliding his way up the spiral, Atsumu had to admit to himself that what Oikawa had accomplished was pretty solid. Impressive even.

The rumbling and purring of the cars scratched a mental itch that you didn’t know you had. Like live animals, the cars came alive with each round. Despite the same route, new shortcuts and clean ‘barely made it’ moments richly colored each round.

It was exhilarating. For a moment you tried to imagine what it was like inside the car, the wind on your face, the jerking of your seatbelt while trying to move the steering wheel. It was golden material for a daydream just waiting to be utilized in your boring moments.

You made your full four hundred dollars, tucking it away in your bra when the coordinator passed you the cash wrapped in a rubber band.

Trying to fight a yawn, Atsumu ran a hand through his hair.

“Are you good to drive back to university?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

On the walk back to his car, you didn’t realize just how tired you were as well. You tripped on your foot. But he caught you, both hands holding your waist, lifting you up so just your toes were on the ground. You sheepishly smiled.

“What time is it?”

You checked your phone, but it was dead. “Mine’s outta juice.”

He checked his phone only for the result to be the same unfortunate situation.

Suddenly the lights on the streets were flickering, not fulfilling their role of being beacons of guidance back to Atsumu’s Mercedes.

A low hum approached the two of you from behind, “Not this guy again.” He mumbled. Atsumu was face to face with Oikawa again.

“Need a ride out the boonies?”

You looked at Atsumu, and despite sensing the potential for conflict, you decided it was more important to get back to the car than to worry about his ego.

“Yes please.”

“Hop in,” Oikawa held the door for you as you climbed into the sole back seat, Atsumu clambered into the passenger’s side.

He drove for around five minutes, but then after flashing his brights, you located the car. In a change of attitude, Oikawa gave Atsumu a smooth dap. “I can respect a man with a Benz like that.”

“Your car isn’t too bad either.”

“Oh no, mine's definitely better. But if I was placing a bet, I bet this is the car she likes better at the end of the day.” Oikawa threw a thumb in your direction as you were already at the car, wrapping your arms around yourself, teeth chattering.

Oikawa considered the possibility of rekindling something that had fizzled out. Then he remembered all the times you had talked about the little games you played with Atsumu, a light that shone on your face that never appeared when you were with him.

Argentina was home now. Could it truly be home without you though?

In a storm of dust, Oikawa drove off, leaving you and Atsumu sitting in his black car. He turned the heater up to maximum levels, easing your chill little by little.

The car clock showed the time being close to four in the morning.

“Still want to stay out until five?” Atsumu was back on the main road, he had found a piece of mint gum to chew to help him stay awake. He was grateful for all the flights across the country for volleyball matches that he was able to stay awake and cognizant even running on low sleep hours.

“I think I’m good actually.”

Atsumu was curious, so he asked what option two was. The other thing you had thought had the potential to burn through the night besides an underground drifting culture experience.

“Seven minutes in Atsumu’s Mercedes-Benz.”

“You tease.”

“True that.” Your phone finally reached a charge point where you could take it off the charger, hooking up Atsumu’s phone in place of yours. You started to stare out the window, glad that Atsumu didn’t care for music so you could let the meek hum of the car lull you away from consciousness.

“Genuinely, though, what other things could you have seen us doing tonight.”

You had fallen asleep within three minutes, curling into the back of the seat. Atsumu pulled over to the side of the road, reached over, and lowered the seat, so it was as close to flat as the car would allow. He took the emergency blanket from the trunk and wrapped it around you, tucking the blanket beneath you to secure it.

Once Atsumu got back to the university, he realized that he did not have either of your roommates' numbers. And your phone didn’t have facial recognition so he could just quickly call them while you were still asleep.

That was when he saw the note taped to the front of your housing unit. His name was written on the front in cursive lettering.

Hey Miya, we know you have our roommate with you. She’s probably asleep, and you never got our numbers. I, Kiyoko, am at a friend’s house, and Yachi sleeps like the dead so it is very unlikely that you’ll be able to put our sweet best friend back into her bed. Sorry for the inconvenience. We love her, but she never thinks more than three steps ahead at most. Touch her and you die. Sincerely, Shimizu Kiyoko.

Well, there’s that.

He makes his way back to the car. He can’t leave you asleep in the car. He can’t get you back to your room. So he does the next best thing, taking you back to his fraternity.

Transferring you from the car to the house was easy enough, he had called Suna to open the door while he brought you in.

“Osamu snores too much.” Suna supplied but agreed to not wake Osamu up and make him move back into his shared room with Atsumu.

With no deliberation, Atsumu put you on his bed, removing your shoes and putting them at the foot of his bed. He pulled his grey covers up and over your body. Your chest was rising and falling slowly. He sat on Osamu’s bed just watching you for a moment.

He couldn’t fight sleep forever though.

He woke up when the sun finally started to peek over the mountains in the distance. He would plan to take a nap later in the day, enjoying his Saturday to the fullest.

The notification on his phone did shock him for sure, his very own Grapevine account. Atsumu didn’t care much for social media, but he did enjoy knowing that he did something to warrant one of the rare invites.

It functioned the same as most other online communities, following options, posting options, etc. There was a main tab of events curated by whoever was behind Grapevine, he clicked on the official account. There he saw a picture of you and him at the drift event, when you had grabbed onto his arm and leaned into his side before the race started.

Ignoring the creepiness of getting this specific photo, he looked at the subtitle of the picture.

“Drifting’s Hottest New Couple, The Gamblers Who Love To Flirt With A Good Wager”

Who were they kidding, you were the one who actually made the money, Atsumu was just there to observe. But at least they had associated you with Atsumu instead of you and Oikawa. He considered this a win.

He turned off his phone.

You were stretching, shifting around the sheets, and you pulled your wad of cash out from your bra.

“Want gas money?” Waving the stack of twenty dollar bills, you kicked your feet slightly, shaking off your sleep.

“Nah, keep it. I lost Blackjack fair and square.”

Both of you were still lying in the beds, but facing each other.

“Want to stay in bed and watch this show I found?” Atsumu unplugged his laptop from the shared desk between the beds, clicking away.

After nodding, you sat up, and Atsumu crawled in next to you.

The intro music to the limited series drama started to play. It was raining outside, leaving raindrops racing on the window in the dorm room. There was some chatter outside the room, but together, you and Atsumu created your own space, undisturbed.

You think you love him.

Downstairs, in the shared fraternity kitchen, Suna was sipping coffee.

He was on his software program, checking for anything that needed to be fixed on his magnum opus, the Grapevine. He saw another request from a moderator on the platform, asking if Suna (under his pseudonym) would make an official post about another drift race.

Suna posted the details, swapped back into his personal account, and sent the link to Atsumu.

“No rest for the wicked.” Suna killed off the rest of his coffee, shoved his stuff into his backpack, and sent a text.

U got one more shot

Man, Oikawa owed Suna big time for this one.

[danithy]

Legacy, and why I think he acts the way he does.

Legacy Jack is both an interesting and equally complex character to me, and I’ve been meaning to dive into him recently, so; 

In my opinion, one of the most common misconceptions (that I’ve fallen victim to myself at some point), is that Legacy Jack is somehow emotionless and/or pure evil. Henry himself implies it too: “You have no conscience. No soul pushing you back.” As I mentioned before in my davesport codependency post: Jack’s emotional palate was undoubtedly altered because of Blackjack and his soul harbouring his strong emotions, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t capable of feeling at all. He shows regret when Dee passed and when redeeming himself as Legacy towards Blackjack, and his “It shouldn’t at all be hard to say goodbye to you, and yet, it is” speech towards Dave in dsaf 3’s good route signifies an attachment and fondness which makes it so hard to say goodbye. But then, why does Legacy take after the man who destroyed his entire family to begin with? 

Another angle I sometimes see is that he is under Henry’s control, manipulated similarly to Dave; I don’t believe this. Henry, in dsaf 3’s good route, says that part of him was able to escape the void because it’d grown strong enough, which implies that this had to be slowly grown throughout his time in the void instead of suddenly achieved. The first we see of Legacy is near the end of dsaf 2, over thirty years before Henry made that statement. If Henry had managed to get into Jack’s head at all then, it was likely minimal, and not enough to persuade him into the evil Legacy displays. 

The way I picture it; Jack hit rock bottom. His body is decomposing and hardly considered human, his life is dedicated to a promise to fix another’s evil, and even if he puts everyone back together: he’ll never get to pass and have a happiest day himself. Once you’ve hit rock bottom the only way is up, and an easy way out of the slump of his life - which ultimately has a purpose to anyone but himself - is Dave’s offer to kill with him. Initially it’s a distraction, a change, but eventually; it’s a way to regain anatomy over himself. Jack, towards the end of dsaf 2’s ending, realises the murders are a way to leave a legacy of his own, instead of abiding by the promise forced upon him. This is also why Dave is scared of him, becauce while Dave kills with the intent to shut down Freddy’s, Jack seemingly kills just because he can, because - to an extent - he wants to.

Since dsaf 2 has no canon ending, there’s still the possibility for Legacy to change between dsaf 2 & 3: I assume his reason to change back to the good route would be that he understands he can’t just live his immortal life killing kids until the end of time, similarly to how Davetrap realises this in the bad ending. Assuming he doesn’t divert from the Legacy route though: I imagine it was especially blissful at first, a newfound freedom to shape his own destiny and with it; his legacy. He's still capable of feeling regret, his choices don't erase that, but I imagine he pushes a lot of it away with the idea that what’s done is done. He can't change the past; he can't bring Dee back, and by the time he faces her in the flipside he's so desensitized from years of living with this mindset that he doesn't consider her death nor happiest day of as much worth as he used to anymore. We also see this in the way he uses it as an accusation towards Davetrap; “You two have killed everyone that I’ve ever cared about… My sister… My brother, Peter. Even myself- ” while simultaneously siding with Henry (albeit in a different form), who is at the root of all those aforementioned things. Despite what he makes Davetrap believe, he doesn’t care for those things, not anymore. 

This is also why Henry holds a fondness towards Legacy: Jack understands the consequences of his actions and how they relate to him and his past, yet he kills without remorse, much like Henry in his research. Henry sticks with Jack because he sees him as an equal, rather than a lackey and test-subject the way he did with Dave; Jack didn't have to be manipulated or coddled to reach this point. On the topic of manipulation; I do think that Henry's presence (the way we see it in dsaf 3 evil route) has an influence on Jack, but it's more so encouragement than manipulation. Jack has nothing to lose, which is also what allows him to withstand Henry's attack in the good route, and therefore isn't as prone to Henry's manipulation. Jack also understands that Henry isn’t as powerful because of how he relies on possessing Jack for a vessel, outright stating: “Henry has been dealt with. He isn’t coming back.” If anything, Henry is a companion to validate him, a tool for Jack to further his Legacy; to leave a mark that displays his autonomy and directly oppose Fredbear. In a way, it’s a big ‘fuck you’ to God himself, similarly to how Legacy says “I am God” while fighting Fredbear in dsaf 2. Between this and Henry saying he will “abolish death” in the Joy_1 tape, they are essentially playing God; especially with Jack immortalised through flesh merged with steel. 

Unfortunately, Legacy isn't a character I've done a lot with, but I think writing this all down has given me a more cohesive understanding of how I view him. This interpretation might change overtime, but until then I'm posting this for the people who're interested! If anyone has fanfiction/oneshot ideas with Legacy please I'm clawing and begging at your door to give me them PLEASE (said the guy who's currently writing character posts instead of actual fanfiction… lel)

[dayshift-confessions]

blackjack is the worst character i have NO idea why people treat him like "aww a doggo! how c00t!" when hes literally jack's soul and not an actual dog. at the end of dsaf 2's perfect route, he comes up to jack and says "im proud of us". sure buddy, YOU helped dee and peter too! and in the evil route, he just "rants" with his weird language, whatever its called, and blames jack. (since he DID kill children yeah) he only claims to be the "real" jack when his old vessel does something good and helpful. but when jack does something bad, its not his fault, never was. not even dee's death. he also calls his own siblings "monsters" and thinks that henry will regret what he did when he sees the "monsters" he created. is blackjack fucking stupid? theres no way he actually thinks henry will somehow be sad over it. and at the end, he doesnt even apologize or say anything to jack, or his siblings.

also henry was so right by saying "you sat by and watched your old vessel commit atrocity after atrocity."

:o