#i was mostly refereeing to the books

[toringo]

You can’t mischaracterize William Afton, there’s barely anything there. not liking someone’s headcanons is not them mischaracterizing him

Lmao, valid point, cheers!

[ellecdc]

The brainrot continues to grow by the minute….so here we are again lovey. After re-reading a lot of your blog last night when the insomnia hit me live laugh love.

I remembered you did a series with poly!moonwater about reader being pregnant and ect. So I was wondering what would be your headcannons for poly wolfstar pregnancy in terms of shy reader/the refugee type character in between gentle yet dominant Remus and loyal, protective, possessive Sirius type vibes.

awwwweeeee yes okay

wolfstar x shy/referee!reader headcanons for their pregnancy

Sirius:

freaks, like, catastrophic level 9 freak out

runs to Effie and Monty sobbing; begging them to help him, begging them to tell him what to do because he can't be like them - he just can't

has to show back up at your shared home a few days later with his tail tucked between his legs at having fled [will explain below in Remus] - sooooo super emotional

spends a lot of time with Effie and Monty - buys a lot of pregnancy, parenting, and baby books

quits his jobs and starts babysitting Harry (wants practice)

becomes a bit of a nuisance for reader; little bit of a coddler, doesn't want reader even walking, won't let her get up to get her own drinks, everyone who comes over has to hand sanitize and show proof that they're healthy ("what do you mean proof!? You want to check my tonsils??" "......yes Prongs, now say ahhh."), starts a sleep schedule for reader - encourages her to take a nap every afternoon

cries a lot lol - both from excitement and nerves

Remus:

he has to become the referee between reader and Sirius

constantly defending Sirius to you when he hovers too much or seems to worried "he just loves you and is trying to do his best, dove", but also has to tell Sirius when he's being too much and to back off "you're going to put her into early labour, Pads."

lets Sirius thinking he's handling everything but really, Remus is the one actually making sure reader is all good and healthy - prenatal vitamins, adds supplements to meals/food for extra nutrients, books all of the OBGYN appointments, tells Sirius that reader "has to walk because it's good for her and baby ffs"

starts visiting his mum and dad for tea more frequently; Hope sends him home every time with more of his old baby clothes, blankets, quilts she's made, his baby pictures, etc etc.

reads baby books as well, but mostly about infant development (wants his baby to be the smartest lol)

plays voice of reason

reader:

far feistier than usual (not her usual shy, placid self)

spends most of her pregnancy handing Sirius' ass to him and he is swooning (might just have to put more babies into her.....)

Remus does take over your role as referee but can't help but admit how much he likes seeing you so passionate

very worried; never saw kids in the cards for these three (Sirius with his family trauma and Remus with his affliction) and I think she'd spend most of her pregnancy sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop......like, maybe today's the day they'll leave? one more emotional breakdown made by her and they're definitely going to pack their bags (which makes her emotional breakdowns worse)

Remus has to take her to the healer for anxiety medication because of it

It makes for a lot of really sweet conversations and moments between the three of them though - the boys reassuring reader and just cuddling for the rest of the day

[zedecksiew]

How To Play The Revolution

So: I do not like the idea of TTRPGs making formal mechanics designed to incentivise ethical play.

But, to be honest, I do not like the idea of any single game pushing any particular formal mechanics about ethical play at all.

So here I am, trying to think through the reasons why, and proposing a solution. (Sort of. A procedure, really.)

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Assumptions:

1.

Some genres of game resist ethical play. A grand strategy game dehumanises people into census data. The fun of a shooter is violence. This is truest in videogames, but applies to tabletop games also.

Games can question their own ethics, to an extent. Terra Nil is an anti-city-builder. But it is a management game at heart, so may elide critiques of "efficiency = virtue".

Not all games should try to design for ethical play. I believe games that incentivise "bad" behaviour have a lot to teach us about those behaviours, if you approach them with eyes open.

2.

The systems that currently govern our real lives are terrible: oligarchy, profit motive; patriarchy, nation-states, ethno-centrisms. They fuel our problems: class and sectarian strife, destruction of climate and people, spiritual desertification.

They are so total that the aspiration to ethical behaviour is subsumed by their logics. See: social enterprise; corpos and occupying forces flying rainbow flags; etc.

Nowadays, when I hear "ethical", I don't hear "we remember to be decent". I hear "we must work to be better". Good ethics is radical transformation.

3.

If a videogame shooter crosses a line for you, your only real response is to stop playing. This is true for other mechanically-bounded games, like CCGs or boardgames.

In TTRPGs, players have the innate capability to act as their own referees. (even in GM-ed games adjudications are / should be by consensus.) If you don't like certain aspects of a game, you could avoid it---but also you could change it.

Only in TTRPGs can you ditch basic rules of the game and keep playing.

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So:

D&D's rules are an engine for accumulation: more levels, more power, more stuff, more numbers going up.

If you build a subsystem in D&D for egalitarian action, but have to quantify it in ways legible to the game's other mechanical parts---what does that mean? Is your radical aspiration feeding into / providing cover for the game's underlying logics of accumulation?

At the very least it feels unsatisfactory---"non-representative of what critique / revolution entails as a rupture," to quote Marcia, in conversations we've been having around this subject, over on Discord.

How do we imagine and represent rupture, to the extent that the word "revolution" evokes?

My proposal: we rupture the game.

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How To Play The Revolution

Over the course of play, your player-characters have decided to begin a revolution:

An armed struggle against an invader; overturning a feudal hierarchy; a community-wide decision to abandon the silver standard.

So:

Toss out your rule book and sheets.

And then:

Keep playing.

You already know who your characters are: how they prefer to act; what they are capable of; how well they might do at certain tasks; what their context is. You and your group are quite capable of improv-ing what happens next.

Of course, this might be unsatisfactory; you are here to play a TTRPG, after all. Structures are fun. Therefore:

Decide what the rules of your game will be, going forward.

Which rules you want to keep. Which you want to discard. Jury-rig different bits from different games. Shoe-horn a tarot deck into a map-making game---play that. Be as comprehensive or as freeform as you like. Patchwork and house-rule the mechanics of your new reality.

The god designer will not lead you to the revolution. You broke the tyranny of their design. You will lead yourself. You, as a group, together. The revolution is DIY.

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Notes:

This is mostly a thought experiment into a personal obsession. I am genuinely tempted to write a ruleset just so I can stick the above bit into it as a codified procedure.

I am tickled to imagine how the way this works may mirror the ways revolutions have played out in history.

A group might already have alternative ruleset in mind, that they want to replace the old ruleset with wholesale. A vanguard for their preferred system.

Things could happen piecemeal, progressively. Abandon fiat currency and a game's equipment price list. Adopt pacifism and replace the combat system with an alternative resolution mechanic. As contradictions pile up, do you continue, or revert?

Discover that the shift is too uncomfortable, too unpredictable, and default back to more familiar rules. The old order reacting, reasserting itself.

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I keep returning to this damn idea, of players crossing thresholds between rulesets through the course of play. The Revolution is a rupture of ethical reality like Faerie or the Zone is a rupture in geography.

But writing all this down is primarily spurred by this post from Sofinho talking about his game PARIAH and the idea that "switching games/systems mid-session" is an opportunity to explore different lives and ethics:

Granted this is not an original conceit (I'm not claiming to have done anything not already explored by Plato or Zhuangzi) but I think it's a fun possibility to present to your players: dropping into a parallel nightmare realm where their characters can lead different lives and chase different goals.

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Jay Dragon tells me she is already exploring this idea in a new game, Seven Part Pact:

"the game mechanics are downright oppressive but also present the capacity to sunder them utterly, so the only way to behave ethically is to reject the rules of the game and build something new."

VINDICATION! If other designers are also thinking along these lines this means the idea isn't dumb and I'm not alone!

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https://www.thestranger.com/race/2017/04/05/25059127/if-you-give-a-cop-a-pepsi

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/WarGames

https://nobonzo.com/

https://pangroksulap.com/about/ )

[zabala0z]

S3 is once again killing me again with all the lore and I love it. School started up so I might be slower with my thoughts but I got episodes 92, 93, 94 and 95 to talk about!!!

MAG 92: Nothing Beside Remains

Elias makes me want to eat my phone, similar to that one guy from MAG 65 :) I was like screaming the whole time. Of course he can see everything, he literally called the police before Daisy came. I took that as "oh he has spies" but no he can see everything, I hate that. Is Jon eventually gonna get that ability or does The Eye give different gifts. Elias hasn't shown any "compellling" sort of power so I assume the latter. ALSO MORDECAI LUKAS?? I need to see a statement from a Lukas member cause what is up with that family, I'm dying.

Guess Basira is now working there. Hope Elias is paying her. the fact he won't tell Jon shit is so funny to me. So The Stranger is now, basically, the confirmed main villain. BBEG yknow? Mildly terrified, I hate circuses and mannequins so this season is gonna like body me

Not much to say on MAG 93 but whatever entity has the whole "gross shit" as its deal, I'm guessing this falls under it. Purple fungus, the obsessive cleaning, etc. Also yaaay Breekon and Hopes!! Again!11!! get out! Poor Georgie. Love her for being like "Do you even have qualifications??". Jons explanation helped me a lot because during Elias's explanations, I'm mostly just muttering curses to myself because I HATE Him. Avatars. Baller. So Jude Perry was the avatar of The Desolation (destruction, fire, etc) Michael Crew was the avatar of The Vast (sky??, emptiness, general loneliness) and then like Jon is an avatar and I'm guessing so is Elias. I think you can have more then one avatar but anyways.

MAG 94: Dead Woman Walking

Jon refereed to the entity as "The End" which, using my notes, was mentioned in Mary keys statement when gertrude asked where the book came from and Mary said "The End" and said she could never serve it, not finding death interesting. Wild that she can't feel fear anymore??? Like damn. This kinda read as someone in a depressive state in some form. Or like a nihilistic person. Cause like "everything ends, time, it has already ended". Wild.

Not much to say on MAG 95 but I did understand the context vaguely which is more then what I can say for the other war statements. Also Martin and Basira friendship??? Love it. She gets really engrossed in books. I dunno if she was like lying or this is something supernatural related but I love Basira

MAG 96: Return to Sender

Literally screeching oh my god. The fact these things just hijacked this mans business is almost funny. They also talked with a circus ringmaster. Nikola Orsinov? gregor Orsinov? A different one. the statement was given 1996 and Gregor was the leader around the 40's but Nikola, by her description I think, sounded young. So. Who was this ringmaster? Maybe Im getting the timeframe wrong. or they're like eternal. Maybe they like just shed skin and steal a new body, just going by the same last name- okay I don't know.

Also, SARAH BALDWIN???? Welcome back girl. The fact the gorilla skin was stolen by gertrude means she was trying to stop The Unknowing, and likely that's why its been this long for it to happen, because they need that skin. Ew. The Stranger loves skin a little too much. Also Sarah being filled with sawdust and cloves. Great. If Not Sasha was shot, would we have seen that? Or is it different with every one of those, NotThem.?

Anyways, I think that's everything. Every statement, I'm kinda thinking, "which entity does this fall under" now that I know the surrounding universe. Tough since I only know 6 by name and I think there's more. 6 too many entities for this world though

[bethanydelleman]

Emma, the Sweetest and Best of Creatures

Emma is unlikable for a couple reasons, mostly her treatment of Miss Bates, but also because unlike the other heroines, her life seems charming at first glance. She is wealthy, she had devoted parents in both Mr. Woodhouse and Mrs. Weston, she had a massive home, and no need to marry. Most women of the era would kill for that deal, but they would not note the drawbacks that make Emma’s life both difficult and her forbearance admirable.

Emma devotes her entire life to the comfort of her father, going so far as to almost give up on marrying the love of her life because Mr. Woodhouse cannot stand it (She could not bear to see him suffering, Ch 55). She invites Mrs. and Miss Bates over to her home consistently because he likes them, even though she understandably cannot stand Miss Bates. She does everything she can to make sure he is not distressed, including not enjoying Christmas visits so she can referee her sister and brother-in-law (Ch 11). Her life is one of constant sacrifice to his eccentricities and she gets very little back out of the relationship, her father, “could not meet her in conversation, rational or playful” Ch 1.

Emma has nothing in her life beyond Hartfield and Highbury. Her sister lives only half a day’s journey away but she cannot visit her. She can walk to Donwell Abbey and yet hasn’t been there for two years (most likely on account of her father). It is understandable that she is bored, which has led to her meddling. But also understandable that she is loath to give up the very few female friends she has (I only want to keep Harriet to myself Ch 8) and why she gets annoyed with Miss Bates. She has no variety in her life or escape from her irritations.

Also, it is clear in the horrible chapter of the Box Hill visit that Emma made a mistake after having a terrible day. It took a lot for her to breech decorum and insult Miss Bates: the day was hot, no one was talking, Emma was annoyed that Mrs. Elton was invited, and Frank was egging her on. Normally, she is far more judicious when she speaks. I feel claustrophobic when I read that chapter, I’m shocked more of them didn’t slip.

I think it is also fair to ask ourselves why Emma is far more hated than Darcy, even though they share many traits. Both Darcy and Emma are snobby/arrogant, do not like being criticised, meddle in their friend’s love lives, are extremely generous to the poor and their servants (Mrs. Weston is an employee who Emma treats like family, Emma both visits the poor and sends an entire hindquarter of pork to the Bates), devoted to the care of their families, and are disgusted by associating with vulgar people. Yet Darcy is loved and Emma is hated, even by the end of the novel. Yes, Darcy apologises better and he saves Lydia, but he is a man and he has far more power than Emma ever will in this society.

I will admit, It is hard to accept how Emma treats Harriet at the end of the book and I do prefer the 2020 version where she apologises to Robert Martin, but I also think it is unrealistic. Emma has to operate within her allowable limits: she isn’t even on friendly terms with the Martins, she cannot visit them, she can’t send RM to London to meet Harriet. So Mr. Knightley does it instead. Because... for all of Emma’s wealth and power, she is still a woman in Regency England.

Emma: Faultless in spite of all her faults

(This message was approved by Mr. George Knightley)

[samijey]

broke my promise to myself and actually watched the jey/gunther match and let me tell you... whoever booked that finish wanted jey to look like an idiot. mega rant under the cut which you should honestly read im not your mama but you should read it

he splashes gunther after getting dominated for 80% of the match and an (honestly underwhelming) spear and we're meant to believe the +2yr champion who's beaten virtually everyone on the roster (including drew who recently beat jey TWICE) was about to be defeated right there?......okay............ but it gets worse

when the referee (for no real good reason) stops the count at 2 after jimmy rings the bell, jey "forgets" about gunther and turns his back to him, allowing gunther to get back up almost IMMEDIATELY (remember we were meant to think he was about to be beaten 5 seconds earlier) yet jey quickly superkicks him BUT THEN decides to dive at jimmy on the outside instead of going directly for another splash (girl help) so ofc when he does go for the splash, gunther gets the knees up, and to add a cherry on top of this shit sunday, pins jey right there after performing no extra offense - doesn't even roll him up, jey just lies there flat on his back and gets pinned (while michael cole screams "GUNTHER ROLLS UP JEY USO" to make me even more mad, apparently, as zero actual rolling takes place in the ring - just a leg hook & weight on the shoulders combo... and not a particularly vicious one either) I just ??????

and of-fucking-course as the TV feed gets cut, cue cody and punk who come out all smiles ready to do the usual fanservice routine for the live crowd and suddenly jey is mostly done selling what just happened and is smiling along with whatever you wanna call it - sending the crowd home happy?? since when did that become mandatory for broadcast shows??? why can't emotionally devastating moments count just as much when it comes to delivering a satisfying ending to the live crowd??? are you telling me they couldnt have had jey walk to the back WHILE SELLING the heartbreak/frustration of what happened and THEN send cody out to do the fanservice thing??? fuck maintaining suspension of disbelief I guess - you can't even argue that "it's fine it was just a treat for the live crowd" because WWE has posted the footage everywhere and promoted it heavily.

imagine if after the camera stopped rolling at last year's rumble, sami had got up, undone kevin's handcuffs and they both hugged and cut a cheerful promo at the crowd - everyone would've blasted wwe for undermining the impact of that finish and not letting the moment breathe.

here's another, even more similar example - remember what happened after summerslam when jimmy attacked jey? he sold the devastation of the moment all the way until he exited the arena, so why is this any different? because it's "just" TV and not a PPV? nah, i'll tell you why: because wwe does not give a shit about this current version of jey's character - he's there to spew the same catchphrase 100x an hour (because it sells merch and pops the crowd let's be honest), display a grand total of two personality traits, and rub his popularity off onto the people wwe actually consider stars

for comparison - you cannot tell me that if it was cody in this position (just lost an important match thanks to the most important person in his life + got attacked by them on top of it) wwe wouldn't have had him look devastated or cut an emotional, tearful promo that would've then been posted and promoted everywhere

"chill, it's not that serious" my apologies for wanting something i love (and KNOW can be so much better with minimal effort) to have a basic level of logic and thought put into it, it's not like wrestling booking is rocket science and we know wwe is NOT incapable of actually delivering good stuff 🤷??? the standards for this show are so damn low and seeing no one else be bothered by it does my fucking head in ouch ouch wheres the aspirin bye

[sunnnfish]

oh my GOD where do I begin. Uhhhmmm. Okay. So Love & Passion is a chapter is the Sasaki and Miyano: First Years novel. Every chapter in that book is from a different characters perspective, and Love & Passion is from Tashiro’s POV. It is mostly about tashiros first year of high school and his joining of the ping pong club. Here look at the cover illustration

Going under a cut now due to exceeding length.

So like. There’s like. A Lot. Certifiably. Especially if you’re a tashiro enthusiast like me. Phenomenal characterization and narration that is usually very fun and lighthearted and tashiro-esque!

Gonzaburo Tashiro, first-year. At the moment, I’m facing an insurmountable barrier.

^ First lines of the chapter. He’s continuously very silly and like. Dramatic narrator. Yknow.

And such a personality lends itself to awfully poignant lines of crippling sincerity and simplicity that make me bawl my eyes out.

I don’t get it. What happened to the loneliness?

But of course tashiro doesn’t exist in a void to we have our delightful cast of his dear friends and acquaintances! Middle school bestie shirahama, who gets him into This Whole Mess (I’ll get to that later). Dearest Hanzawa Masato, who he makes various umh. Comments about.

“Game, set!” announced the referee, a second-year.

Man, he sounds so cool saying that.

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As I stood there, drooping mentally and physically, I was approached by the guy who had refereed our match—the club’s vice president, Hanzawa.

And last but CERTAINLY not least. Dearest dearest previous president of the ping pong club!!!!

There he is. The saulty little binch on the right.

And if you’re wondering why we call him that. Well. He’s never given a name. Ha ha! But he has such a presence. The way he speaks and moves and looks feels so intentionally intense and like. designed. He’s so on purpose. Makes me wonder if we’ll ever get a spinoff of hanzawa masato[GETS SHOT] ha ha sorry who said that. Anyways

Dearest previous president (prev pres for short) and hanzawa torment poor tashiro. Endlessly. From the moment he joined the club—which was kind of an accident (he and shirahama joined just to check it out but eventually wanted to quit, but to quit you had to win a ping pong match. Shirahama won his match against a newbie easy peasy. Tashiro got matched up against the president of the club himself. Obviously couldn’t win and thus forced to join the club permanently)—from the moment he joined the club, prev pres and hanzawa are like. All over him. Obsessed with him. He tries to skip practice but both of them come drag him out of him classroom to come practice.

But despite his desire to not really be there, he takes club so seriously. He’s so sincere about it. He knows everyone else there is really passionate about ping pong so he cant let himself be the odd man out and rain on everyone’s parade. And this paradox—being so avoidant of the club but coming to care about it and bond with other members—really catches the eye of dearest prev pres.

“I thought Tashiro’d be spoiling for a fight, but he isn’t. That’s what makes him a genius worthy of my inner circle. Remember that, Hanzawa, ‘cause when I graduate, you’re gonna be the next club president.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And I think that guy might be a good successor to you!”

Dearest tashiro overhears this and promptly realizes the two freaks he’s met will not let him out of this. Ever. But he tells himself he’ll decline the offer. Surely they’ll find “someone more appropriate. Someone more serious about the club, maybe.”

And this is what like. Gets to the heart of this chapter. Love & Passion. AND REALLY QUICK touching on the fact that all the other chapters are named in ways that refer to specific characters. They’re all in pairs, and the chapter cover art reflects that too. She & Kuresawa. Miyano & Kuresawa. Sasaki & Miyano. Senior & Junior. SO IT MAKES YOU THINK. Who is love and who is passion. Anyways Tashiro meets and knows these various people around him and they’re all so passionate about what they do and what they like. Shirahama ends up joining the basketball club and gets really into it. Miyano and kuresawa are passionate about their books and clubs. Hanzawa and previous president are passionate about ping pong. Tashiro is passionate about… ? he doesn’t really know.

We so rarely know what other people’s passions are.

“Are you into anything, Tashiro?” Ms. Toyoda asked, and I flinched.

“Uh, me? I dunno. I guess I hadn’t really thought about it.” I racked my brain for anything I might be passionate about, but nothing came to mind.”

Later in the chapter he participates in a ping pong tournament and its like. He’s like the rush of it all and cheering for him teammates and stuff but. He doesn’t cry like everyone else when he loses.

Still, when I saw players from other school practically weeping when they lost, I couldn’t help wondering: What made them so different from me? I didn’t have the passion within me to cry when I lost.

Maybe that’s what real passion looks like. What did I have, then?

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But something held me back, a sense that ‘passion’ was reserved for something you really, truly loved. Something you couldn’t replace, couldn’t even dream of giving up.

Ping-pong isn’t exactly the hill I would die on. But then again…

And he kinda goes through this arc where its like. Im not passionate about this like everyone else. But it has given me a goal to work towards.

And amidst all that We also get into what tashiro gets up to outside of school. Namely, he frequents a bath house where hes become the grandchild of all the old people that also frequent the place. And he also practices ping pong with his new grandpas, because he totally doesnt care about ping pong. He just. Wants to win. So he can beat the president and leave. Yeah thats it.

But he never does get around to beating the president before he has to graduate. Queue the moment that makes me the most insane

“So you’re never coming back, President?” I said.

“I ain’t President anymore.”

“Not the point! I haven’t beat you yet…” I clenched my fists, a yawning, lonely feeling of loss opening within me.

“Ahh. You mean the thing about getting to quit if you win? The next president’ll keep that promise. Dont’ you worry.”

“What?”

I don’t get it. What happened to the loneliness?

The new president—in other words, Hanzawa.

This like. Special relationship hes had with the president. This game of cat and mouse remains unfulfilled. And he feels loss and he feels lonely about it. But at the same time he can renew that relationship with Hanzawa. And it suddenly doesn’t feel so lonely anymore. And its the simplicity and bluntness of this whole exchange is what really sells it—tashiro is not particularly eloquent. He’s brash and blunt but extremely observant. And thats reflected in his chapters. He recognizes the ways other people interact with the world and their expressions and language. And its so like. Factual to him. It is the way it is. And that observancy is applied to himself too. This feels lonely. Oh. This doesn’t feel lonely anymore. But he doesnt necessarily have the self-reflection to understand why he feels certain things. Anyways.

And amidst all THAT theres these few moments where he gets this really weird adjacency to queerness. Like. If i had a nickel for every moment he asked about queer people, id have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but its strange it happened twice.

First one:

Miyano’s hobby was man-on-man romance comics. I sometimes wondered about that (like, even though he’s a guy?),

Second one, where hes relaxing in the bathhouse common area and is listening to the old ladies talk about yuri.

Finally, I asked, “What’s yuri?”

“You don’t know? It’s stories of love between girls!”

“Huh, Haven’t heard of that one before…” I guess Ms. Toyoda and her friends had been into reading that sort of thing many years ago, and now their interest was being rekindled thanks to their grandchildren. “I didn’t realize women liked stories about girl-on-girl love, too…”

And its like. ITS NOT MUCH I KNOW. But it really is so weird it happened twice. Why did author Hachijo Kotoko do this. What does it mean. AND THEN IT ALL COMES BACK TO THE TITLE. Love & Passion.

I may not have that burning love that Miyano or Ms. Toyoda have, I thought.

Like. Specifically calling out the love miyano and Ms. Toyoda have. For queer stories. It sits so strange with me. Oddly meaningful but i dont know what it means.

Anyways. There’s also a really good shirahama and tashiro moment that i could get into but. I wont. Yet.

Anyways again. All that writing and i feel like i haven’t even touched on everything. Did not talk nearly enough about hanzawa’s presence but like. It’s very specific and hard to explain. But i also have an incessant desire to just quote like the entire chapter. So just go try to read it if you can. I unfortunately don’t know of any sources online but who knows. The book also has a second tashiro pov chapter so like. Cannot recommend it enough. I love tashiro gonzaburou so so much. He’s everything to me. Peace and love on planet tashiro.

[canmom]

what's the book for? part 2

[here's an intro where I talk about the three hour video essay that inspired me to do this]

[here's the first part where I argue that there's a big difference between the actual thing you do in an RPG and the book that tells you how you're allegedly supposed to be doing it]

So if the actual TTRPG games are mostly learned by observation and practice, what is the something that RPG books claim to give you in order to enable that?

Here's three things I can think of.

This isn't intended as a Forge-like categorisation of games, most RPG books offer (or claim to offer) all of these to some degree, ideally in complementary ways...

A ruling reference - RPG book as legal system

In the intro to a typical mainstream RPG book, this is typically the explanation that is given.

Over the course of a telling a story together, all sorts of weird edge cases come up where you might not want to simply make a call on how it should resolve. Moreover, consistency is valued, for both challenge and narrative reasons.

In this case, the RPG book is a big collection of rulings for specific situations. 'What happens when a character falls off a cliff?' You can look it up. It's like legal precedents. This is how a lot of the stuff in the early D&D books started - stuff that someone had done, and a referee had made a ruling, and it got written down. Then it would get systematised, unified, and streamlined so that it's easier to remember and extend to new situations.

A lighter game avoids special cases and just suggests a general procedure for resolving situations of uncertainty, conflicts etc.

This angle doesn't tend to cover procedures for how the game is physically run - how to go about setting up the scenario, who should get priority when speaking, etc. etc. - beyond perhaps offering prebuilt modules to inspire you. In older games, most of that is stuff you pick up by watching. In newer games... well, hold on.

A grab bag of interesting prompts - RPG book as inspiration in the moment

Most RPG books have flavour text; many also have tables of weird shit you can roll on or select when building a character, character sheets full of interesting abilities, descriptions of NPCs and so on. A select few RPGs like Unknown Armies and Chuubo's Marvellous Wish-Granting Engine have really distinctive prose too.

The aim of all these tools is to give you something to latch onto when you're in the moment and you need to think of the next thing to say. It's also to get people onto some shared understanding of what this game is all about.

This is where the bulk of many RPG books lies. It's explicitly the aim of Apocalypse World's MC moves. Many one-page RPGs are nothing but lists of evocative names and description elements, and a short snatch of prose.

Prompt tables and lists of names are popular in just about every tradition of RPG design - trad, storygames, OSR, all use them. Sometimes they're the most memorable thing about an RPG, like Dark Heresy's crit tables.

Sometimes pages of tables is the RPG - in recent years, card-based games have become popular, using a regular deck of cards which indexes into a big table of events, each of which is like 'here's a short description. how do you respond?'. This type of game has a great deal in common with storylet-based interactive fiction like Fallen London.

Prompts don't have to be short, though. Arguably an adventure module can be pretty much this - something you consult when players arrive in a new place to get an idea of who they should meet for example.

In D&D, the Monster Manual is straight up a book of real freaky guys you can put in your game. It also has stat blocks for them, of course, but the descriptions and pictures do a lot of work here to make them concrete.

This is why I describe the pictures in Lancer as load-bearing. The pictures help - or are supposed to help - grease the wheels of imagination when you're trying to imagine mechs.

This function of RPGs is a large part of the angle you're playing if you tie the game to a particular genre, setting or IP.

A machine to guide you to a specific experience - RPG book as auteur blueprint

So here's the newer flavour.

RPGs can be one of the most feelings-dense forms of art that humans create - it's your story, with your characters. This is something that tends to arise organically after you spend a long time with a character and 'get into their head'.

However, there is often a desire on the designer's side to structure the game to bring about a particular kind of emotional experience more directly. From horror games to games self-consciously 'about' colonialism, abuse, romance, etc., these games try to give you a particular experience, similar to what a film or book gives you - or indeed, a computer game.

Here are some examples:

My Life With Master is an older Forge game. It's about the 'Igor' servant characters in a classic horror movie, billing itself as 'a roleplaying game of villainy, self-loathing, and unrequited love'. It presents you with an emotionally charged scenario and mechanics that try to push you towards specific drama - if you want to be critical, a firm instance of the incentives and buttons oriented design that Huntsman was talking about, sometimes quite explicitly saying 'this mechanic was designed to...'

Dog Eat Dog is a game 'a game of imperialism and assimilation on the Pacific islands', with the DM reimagined as a colonial power adding more and more restrictions and the players as native people who will inevitably break its rules, until they are eventually pushed to 'run amok' (fatally), or assimilate. It's a game whose entire argument is more or less spelled out in the book itself.

But games don't have to be this narrowly scoped to have this kind of aspiration. Something like Apocalypse World still wants to bring about certain kinds of interaction, laid out quite explicitly as 'agendas' for the MC and players. It is strongly 'opinionated', in programmer terms.

Even a very flexible game can take on this model. Fiasco is a very abstract structure, designed to set up a chaotic situation like in a Coen Brothers movie. Microscope is designed to give you a fractal zoom in and out of a fictional history. These games are almost all procedure; Fiasco has some fantastic prompt tables, and a clear way to cook up your own, but the bulk of it is the stuff it tells you to do with scenes and dice.

These could be seen as games on an auteur model, with many of the emotional beats of the scenario already rigged up in advance. You get this type of book to experience a good/meaningful story - with a certain amount of flexibility in the details that gets you more attached. If there is a GM/MC/etc. they have instructions to facilitate the expression of that story.

...well, I refer to it as an auteur model. Thankfully not everyone is Ron Edwards! Apocalypse World has a whole chapter about how to modify the game to your taste, or build new games on its framework, and that - plus its conceptual simplicity - probably played a role in its hundreds of derivatives. 'Hacking' games was well established as a practice in the storygames milieu right from the early days. Probably the vast majority of games put out on itch.io are simply hacks of an established framework, very few offer real innovation.

Despite this, the offer of these products is still that they'll tell you how create a kind of verbal machine to realise some very specific thing.

Secret fourth thing...?

I can't think of others right now, but I hate presenting a list as exhaustive unless I can prove it's exhaustive. It's very likely there's some other function a book can claim to perform.

However, to summarise, you look at an RPG book to get:

a consistent set of rulings to handle situations of uncertainty

a set of prompts to help inspire your imagination when you need inspiration

a carefully designed procedure to lead you to a specific experience

The third thing is kind of a different beast to the other two, huh? You might be thinking that the first two are trad games and the third one is post-Forge 'story games', but it's really much older than that. Paranoia is a great early example; there are shades of it in many games published in the 80s and 90s. Not all these games are affiliated with the Forge and its diaspora either - take for example Jenna Moran's games and Bliss Stage.

Story games are not books either

The Forge and its diaspora led to a lot of games being printed, and launched the careers of many an 'indie TTRPG designer', which was not really a thing you could be in the same way before. It would be easy therefore to think this was the main contribution: we should assess it on the basis of the printed games that resulted.

However, nothing says you have to use a book to pilfer from their idea pool.

The really interesting contribution of the whole movement, to my eye, is that it calls our attention to a facet of TTRPGs that had often been left implicit. Who speaks, when? Who gets the 'narrative authority' to make the final call on what becomes 'true'? How do you organise time - do you frame scenes, use flashbacks, cut between different characters? What makes a dice roll exciting? How do you work out what would engage the other players, and communicate your own interests? Are you trying to help your character win, or are you more like a writer who might choose to make them suffer? How do you make a compelling character arc? What can be changed around behind the scenes to make a better story?

These are all aspects of 'play', the thing that you do at the table. Any given TTRPG group will settle on its own implicit or explicit approach to this kind of thing.

Different RPG books will tell you to do this or that. Some games will tell you to set stakes, or make failure interesting, or make choices that act as 'flags' to show what you're looking for.

But these tools are not tied to any specific game. You don't need the 'permission' of a book, nor can a book stop you doing it. A book may lay out a procedure that makes it easier, may introduce you to an idea that you haven't heard before, but once you have the idea, you can play with it however you like.

The way I approach a trad game like D&D, from either side of the DM screen, has become very different after my sojourn into the world of story games. A lot of what I liked there, I kept doing. Other inspiration comes from outside of the 'hobby' entirely, in related milieu like improv comedy.

This is something the OSR milieu seems to understand quite well. Everything is expected to be mixed, matched, and interpreted by the needs of your group. Posts will be framed as mere advice, which can be picked up and applied regardless of context.

But that all depends on a certain amount of common ground as to 'what the game is'. There is an authoritative DM who runs the scenario. The emphasis of the game is probably on exploring some kind of ruin and surviving in a dark, decaying fantasy world populated by various factions at odds with each other. Players control flimsy characters whose survival is not guaranteed, but if they live long enough, they can become major powers. There is a heavy strategic aspect: you are trying to use your resources to survive and get something. This is the general shape of a 'prototypical OSR game'.

the shared context of storygames

Story games form their own subsubculture, but they do not have this level of shared context. Instead, a different kind of shared context is kind of implicit in the milieu.

Here's how things go at the London Indie RPG Meetup Group, which I've attended a couple of times: a group of nerds gather in a pub. People will pitch games with a couple of sentences; then people will form groups and play that game as a one-shot session. Someone will have a book, or printouts. Most players will not have heard of the game before.

In this kind of context, a lot of the quirks of story games make sense. 'Read this out' paragraphs, rapid character creation based on selecting prompts, simple mechanics designed to push you into drama as quickly as possible: all of this stuff is perfect for a one-shot game you play once or a few times. This type of game is not really trying to 'take on' trad games.

But then there's the 'middle ground' kind of game, which are closer to a 'trad' game - a game master, persistent characters each controlled by one player, multiple sessions, progression - but also instruct you to do something more experimental by trad-game standards. This includes Apocalypse World and its derivatives, Blades in the Dark and its derivatives, the Burning Wheel/Mouse Guard lineage, Jenna Moran's games... and so on.

It's this point of overlap where things get sticky and it all becomes a bit tense. Since, well, story game fans can be quite evangelistic - and part of that evangelism depends on a dismissively book-determinist view of trad TTRPGs. But conversely, trad players can be quite reluctant to imagine there is any other way of approaching this whole activity, and dismissive of any other approach. I do not like it, Sam-I-am.

So you end up with a situation of camps, with both groups bristling at the sense that they should be compelled to give up the thing they like to do it the way they consider inferior.

And if you want to criticise the other camp, what do you do? Pick up their book and criticise it as a product, according to your sense of what a TTRPG book is for. Which seems hopelessly besides the point when a book is such a small part of the story.

I've played trad games, story games, OSR games, 'freeform' forum games, LARP, MMO roleplaying, improv comedy... Not as much as I'd like of anything, but enough to get a sense of the many ways we can do this 'roleplaying' thing, whether by explicit rule or implicit convention.

So the puzzle I now have is, if there is to be a book involved, what is that book there to do? What really makes for a good RPG book? Are there other ways to get that thing? How do you game design honestly?

We'll try to address that in part 3 of this series, coming... sometime soon, hopefully!

[teecupangel]

Assassin's Creed characters as demon slayers or maybe upper rank demons? 👀 what would be there breathing techniques? Blood Demon art??

There was a Demon Slayer x AC crossover idea here before but I can’t find it anymore. That one was more or less Assassins doing their own thing as an ally of the Demon Slayer and the Hidden Blade being made from scarlet crimson iron sand and scarlet ore (technically the brother of the nichirin sword)

So, for this one, let’s talk about what breathing style each main Assassin would have if they did learn Breathing Styles. Of course, Desmond gets the complicated backstory because it’s me XD

I will also only use the official breathing styles because, if I don’t impose this restriction, I’d be making new breathing styles here and there. (like, yeah, Edward uses Water Breathing but, if I truly wish to be accurate to his personality, he’d have created his own version and named it ‘Storm Breathing’ or something similar)

Altaïr: Thunder Hashira

Thunder Breathing which is the same breathing style that Al Mualim and Umar Ibn-La'Ahad had and he was trained by Al Mualim personally. Al Mualim passed the Thunder Hashira title to Umar who died while fighting an Upper Rank Demon. Altaïr later becomes the Thunder Hashira due to an opening later on. Kadar is his tsuguko while Malik is the Stone Hashira (the fact that his brother decided to be someone else's tsuguko is a very overly 'used' gossip in the Corps).

Ezio: Water Hashira

Water Breathing as the rest of the Auditore family. Claudia actually morphs her breathing style to Flower then to Insect and became the Insect Hashira. He used to be Federico’s tsuguko until a certain incident occurred that made him take the Hashira mantle from his brother.

Ratonhnhaké:ton: Wind Hashira

Wind Breathing that he learned from a retired Demon Slayer named Achilles Davenport. He’s looking for a certain demon that may or may not have killed many of his villagers, including his mother. All he knows was the fire of his village was snuffed out by the Blood Demon art of an Upper Rank Demon.

Desmond: technically Hinoto but his abilities can reach a Hashira level… it’s complicated.

Sun Breathing but he always denies it. As far as he was concerned, he uses a mix of Thunder, Water and Wind Breathing and just... wings it most of the time. He’s barred from being promoted by the current mentor, William Miles, until he accepts his mother’s ‘legacy’.

Edward: (If he’s dead due to canon, he used to be in the running of Water Hashira, if he’s still alive, he’s Ezio’s tsukugo)

He mostly used Water Breathing but a bit… ‘fiercer’. He’s on par with a Hashira but cannot take the title because an Auditore was the current Water Hashira. He learned Water Breathing from a dear friend of his that he lost to the demons before the Auditore took him in.

Arno: Hinoe

I sooooo want him to have Love Breathing but I cannot, in good conscience give it to him so Flame Breathing it is, lol. Formed a three-man team with Evie and Jacob since they all took the Final Selection at the same time and joined forces. Their team has the worst/best luck ever, getting in between Upper Rank demons versus Hashira and/or, strangely enough, Desmond Miles, at times.

Evie: Hinoe

She developed her father’s Wind Breathing to Mist Breathing. She’s aiming to be a Hashira like her late father, the Wind Hashira before Ratonhnhaké:ton. She’s very by the book and tends to argue with her twin brother with Arno playing referee and unpaid councilor.

Jacob: Hinoe

Beast Breathing. Okay, hear me out. He doesn’t have the same ‘quirk’ as Inosuke but he modified his father’s teachings from Wind Breathing to Beast Breathing, more to show how different he was from his father and twin sister. He doesn’t really care about being a Hashira and just wants to save people. He has a strained relationship with his sister, especially after their father’s death.

Bayek: Flame Hashira

Known only as Amun in records, he tried to learn his wife’s Sun Breathing but could not fully master it, instead creating the Flame Breathing as a way to honor his wife’s skills as well as show how he made the breathing style his own. (whether he is the first Flame Hashira and has long passed, a retired Hashira, or a current Hashira would change who Aya is. If he is already dead, Aya is actually the first Sun Breathing swordsmaster who taught the first generation. If he’s still alive, Aya is one of two people who know and use Sun Breathing, the other being Desmond’s mom who died when he was young.)

Basim: Tsuchinoto

Uses Serpent Breathing style after learning the basics from Roshan. Technically, one of the newbies but he’s had been in a lot of close calls with demons. He’s being hunted by a demon he calls ‘djinn’ who is actually his childhood friend turned demon Nehal. He has a pet snake called Midgardsormen and travels with a wolf-dog named Fenrir. His Kasugai Crow is named Hel.

Bonus:

Kassandra and Eivor are more on the side of Tamayo and Yushiro with Ikaros/Synin being their Chachamaru. They have their own agenda concerning the demons and may be demons themselves... maybe.

(of course, their Muzan Kibutsuji would be Juno XD)

Upper Rank (known only by their title)

Upper Rank 1: The Old Man of the Mountains

Upper Rank 2: The Young Eagle of the Stormy Seas

Upper Rank 3: The Traitor of the Tempestuous Hunt

Upper Rank 4: The False Prophet of Debauchery and Sin

Upper Rank 5: The Heiress of Fallen Nobility

Upper Rank 6: The Reaper of the White Night

(Alternate idea: Desmond is the ‘Nezuko’ to Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton’s Tanjiro/Giyu)

[romione-trope-fest]

Have An Ice Day

Fic Title: Have An Ice Day

Author Name: voldemorts-tap-shoes/smjl

Selected Trope: Muggle AU

Brief Summary: Figure skater Hermione and hockey player Ron “meet-ugly” at the ice rink.

Word Count: 1580

Rating: G

Any Trigger Warnings: none

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Hermione Granger only dates hockey players.

This fact was born out of sheer coincidence and not out of any conscious preference she has—quite the opposite in fact. Most of the hockey players she has to deal with on a daily basis are crass and obnoxious, and the thought of dating any of them brings a grimace to her lips.

She likes to think maybe she just has a knack for finding the good ones in the bunch, but she had no idea that Viktor was a hockey player—rather a talented one, in fact—when she met him during a foreign exchange program at her uni. And Cormac—well, it was hard to say that she’d dated him, if a single disastrous blind date could be counted at all, and he certainly wasn’t one of the good ones. He was the type to argue every call with the referees, and know all of his stats off the top of his head, repeating them incessantly and without provocation. And this was for a recreational team at their local rink; Viktor played on a low-level professional circuit and didn’t have the same obnoxious quirks.

So it’s not like she’s seeking out these hockey players. But still, the fact remains.

“He’s cute.” Lavender sidles up next to Hermione at the glass and slips off her skate guards before reaching up to fix her long blonde braid.

“He’s late,” Hermione gripes back, glaring past the scuffed up plexiglass panels at the current unknown object of her irritation. She definitely doesn’t know all of the hockey players at the Hogwarts Iceplex, but she’s sure she would remember the bright shock of red hair peeking out from beneath his goalie helmet while he takes slapshots from a puck launcher at the blue line. She and Lav are supposed to have the ice to themselves for the next half hour until their lessons arrive. Mostly she only gets out on the ice anymore to coach younger figure skaters, but her best friend still convinces her to skate with her for fun from time to time.

“Oh, will you relax?” Lavender scoffs with a roll of her eyes, tossing her plait back over her shoulder. “I bet we could share the ice.”

“Whether we could or not doesn’t matter,” Hermione retorts. “We booked the ice for 3:00 and it’s now 3:07 and—Lavender!”

Hermione’s indignant shout doesn’t stop Lavender from clanging open the heavy door in the boards and skating out onto the ice toward the unknown goalie. Her dress shimmers even under the dull fluorescents of the Iceplex, and Hermione flings off her skate guards to follow her with a groan.

By the time she catches up to her, Lavender has already finished showing off a basic spin move and is curtseying to the applause of the goalie. Hermione rolls her eyes; unlike herself, Lavender has no qualms about her preference for dating hockey players. “Hermione, this is Ron,” Lavender introduces him as Hermione slows to a stop outside the goalie zone. “He’s new in town.”

“Is that an excuse for not knowing how to tell time?” Hermione snaps back, addressing only her friend. “This is our ice time.”

The goalie—Ron—pushes his mask up onto his head to glare at her. Damn it; he is cute. Even though his bright blue eyes are narrowed at her, Hermione feels like she could drown in them.

“D’you know your clock is wrong?” He gestures up at the digital red numbers on the wall above the penalty box, which may or may not at any given time be accurate. A quick glance at her watch tells Hermione that currently, they are not.

“That’s beside the point,” Hermione snaps back, forcing herself not to get flustered by the handsome stranger.

Lavender grabs at her arm, fingernails digging into her flesh in warning as she giggles at Ron. “You’ll have to excuse her, she gets a bit crabby when she hasn’t eaten.”

“I’m getting a bit hungry myself,” Ron says. Though he’s talking to Lavender, his eyes keep flickering back to Hermione. “How’s the food in the Penalty Box?”

“Awful,” Hermione blurts. She can hardly stand the smell of grease and beer that permeates the Iceplex pub, but she does pop in from time to time to see her friend Hannah, the bartender.

“What Hermione means is, there’s plenty of restaurants nearby, and maybe we can take you to one of those sometime,” Lavender corrects, though that’s not what Hermione meant at all, and she forcibly restrains an eye roll. “Show you around town.”

“Sure. That sounds great.” Ron smiles, and Hermione can’t help but notice how nice it is—not a given with hockey players. Although since goalies have to wear a mask, she supposes it’s less common for them to be missing any of their teeth. Honestly, she’ll never understand why they don’t all wear full cages on their helmets; idiotic machismo, probably. “I’ll get out of your hair, then.”

He gathers up his gear from the bench under Hermione’s impatient eye, and when he exits the rink, leaving the girls alone at last, Hermione turns on Lavender with a glare. “Since when do you need a chaperone to take a guy out?” she complains. “I don’t need to watch you slobber all over him over dinner.”

Lavender skates a wide circle around Hermione. “I said we because I knew you wouldn’t ask him out yourself.”

Hermione scoffs. “Me? Why in the world would I ask him out?”

“Because he was so totally into you. God, you can be thick sometimes.”

Hermione raises a skeptical eyebrow at Lavender, who drops easily into a sit spin, her glittery skirt fanning out around her. Lav still dresses in old competition outfits when they go skating, just for the fun of it, and she always turns heads. By contrast, Hermione is wearing her favorite fleece-lined leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, her frizzy curls piled into a messy bun atop her head. The glitz and glamour was always her least favorite part of figure skating.

“And what makes you think I was into him?” she retorts, folding her arms across her chest. Cute or not, the last thing she needs in her life is another hockey player.

Lavender affords her an eye roll as she rises out of her spin and slows to a stop. “You mean besides the way you were undressing him with your eyes?”

“I—I wasn’t—”

“Uh huh.” Her best friend grabs her hands and begins gliding backwards, pulling her around the rink. “Honestly, Hermione, he seems nice. You can give him a chance.”

“Oh, yes, and I’m sure he’ll be quick to give me one after that delightful first impression.”

“I doubt you’re the first uptight figure skater he’s ever met.”

“Doubtful you’re the first that’s ever flirted with him in net, either.”

A smirk twitches on Lavender’s glossy lips, and she winks at Hermione. “What can I say? We can’t all be in denial about our romantic preferences.”

Forty-five minutes later, after they’ve concluded their lessons, Lavender loops her arm through Hermione’s and steers their steps toward the pub. “One drink,” she coaxes as they march past the rows of smelly, overstuffed hockey bags that line the hallway between the ice and the locker rooms. A neon sign overhead with two letters burnt out and a gap in the row of bags mark the pub entrance in the middle of the hall. “I promised Seamus. And we’ll see if your new friend is still here.”

“Lav, he’s—” The words catch in her throat as she spots him at the bar, showered and in street clothes now, sipping on a frosty pint and chatting with Harry, one of the few hockey players at the rink who she’s neither attracted to nor repulsed by. If he’s friends with Harry, he can’t be all bad.

Lavender gives her a nudge in his direction and then prances over to the ragged leather couch in the corner where she deposits herself into Seamus’s lap with an exaggerated giggle. Hermione sighs and approaches the bar, shooting a nervous smile at Hannah in greeting. Ron turns and meets her gaze, and one corner of his lips quirks up. “Hi,” she says tentatively, sliding onto a stool next to him.

He pushes the little paper tray in front of him across the bartop towards her. “Mozzarella stick?” he offers, his smirk widening. “Or would you rather stay hungry and keep grousing at me?”

“No, thank you. But I am sorry,” Hermione apologizes. She means it, but she pushes the greasy offering back towards him. “We got off on the wrong foot. I don’t have much patience for the chaos of the rink.”

“You don’t say.” Ron smiles to lessen the impact of his quip, and Hannah leans against the bar to interject as she sets a glass of water in front of Hermione.

“To be fair, Hermione here does the rink’s bookkeeping, so she gets stuck with more of the chaos than anyone,” she explains to Ron, who looks at her appraisingly.

“You work here, too?” Hermione nods. “Come on, you must like hockey, then. To spend all this time at the rink.”

Harry snorts from Ron’s other side, and Hermione leans around Ron to glare at him. As she does, she catches a whiff of something spicy like cinnamon, and her heart gives a little thud of appreciation. “Not really,” she admits. “But I think it’s growing on me.”

[lorestarz]

@weightless-feathers Here’s the post you’ve been waiting for I’ve been postponing for like a million years cuz my brain is funky

So the history around king astral and queen terra is that they are not your traditional alicorn rulers of having a nation or kingdom to rule. They remain as like wandering cryptids(?) or really just representing the natures that pertain to them. Like how astral represents the stars, space and wandering knowledge which is why he spends much of his time and a Rosalina from super Mario galaxy space ship/castle wandering the galaxy. Up until he visits his wife (he loves his wife) Terra in equestria.

Queen terra lives in dense forests as a representation of the magic of nature (she does love the evergreen forest because of how it moves and grooves on its own there might be some more lore on that in the future). She is rarely seen by ponies mostly referee to as the mare of the moods a mirage that appears to lost travelers to show them to way to what they need. Her duty is to maintain the balance of pony progress and the nature of the world and since ponies already do a great job of that she rarely needs to interfere

The new pony there is their first daughter (I’ll be redesigning her later that’s just her first draft) her name is Noctilucia Nox nicknamed Lucia or Nox by her parents. She’s a representation of the sky’s and weather back before pegasi where in control of the weather she would be the one experimenting with the clouds and rainbows and her teachings where passed to pegasi for generations to come until it was just basic knowledge. She was a Pegasus at birth and earned her horn after “mastering” the sky’s (she still had more to learn of course but she had written several books on weather control and how to get each result) and what she is up to now is unknown.

Terra and Lucia drawing in my style will happen i promi along with more lore

[zarvasace]

The Bet

Gen gen, Time POV but all boys involved, no warnings, 1.8k words. AO3 link here! (and disability AU summary post here!)

What's stronger: a one-armed Twilight or Legend with four power bracelets? Legend, barely. Now, what about a one-armed Twilight or a wheelchair-pushing, blacksmith of a Four? Now, that question requires more thought. And maybe a few rupees laid down. (disability AU! :)

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"We're not being disruptive, are we, ma'am?" Time asks quietly, sliding over a few rupees before picking up the rattling tray of bottles.

The older bartender winks at him and sweeps the rupees off into her hand in a practiced motion. The money disappears into her apron somewhere. "Not at all, sweet. Nice to have a bunch of people in here to make the place a bit more lively. Regulars don't mind none, either." 

Time smiles back. "I'll make sure the boys calm down and get to bed before too long."

"Much appreciated."

He carries the tray of milk bottles back to the pushed-up tables that the group has taken over, and sets it next to the tray of used dishes, carefully out of Hyrule's personal space. Legend perches on a bench across from Twilight. He leans over the table with his left hand clutched in Twilight's as they push against each other. He wears several glittering bracelets over his usual golden cuff, and is doing much better than the first time he'd arm-wrestled Twilight, a little while ago. 

"Come on, Legend," Sky says, standing at the edge of the table. He's been responsible for refereeing, and Wind is all but jumping up and down next to him, calling out the play-by-play for anyone who's not actively watching, which is mostly just Time and Hyrule. 

"Twi shifts his elbow but the competition is still locked! Oh, oh, is that a hair of an advantage for Legend? Nope, Twi comes back! Come on, Legend, this is embarrassing!" 

"Why are you cheering for him?" Twilight complains through gritted teeth. His forehead shines with sweat. "He has magic items!" 

Wild laughs and nudges a bottle of milk into Hyrule's hand. "Exactly. Legend has, what, four of those strength-enhancing bracelets on that everyone seems to have except for me, no I'm not bitter, and he's still not winning against you!" 

"Ah, screw this," Legend says, and heaves one last time. He manages to knock Twilight's arm over enough that Twilight can't recover. The back of his hand hits the table.

"Legend wins that one." Sky smiles. "Eventually."

'Very impressive,' Warriors adds. 'On Twilight's part, of course.'

Legend grimaces and shakes out his hand, then rolls his shoulder back. "I can pick up boulders with the Titans, Twi, Din's dandruff. Can you pick up buildings with your bare hands?" 

"Never tried," Twilight laughs. He stretches out his arm, too. "I mean, it's nothing unusual. I've been goat-throwing since I was young."

Time shrugs and passes down a few bottles of milk for those at that end. "Your strength could be a touch supernatural, pup."

Twilight rolls his eyes at Time. "I doubt it."

"Okay, now I'm dying to know. Twilight, come over here," Four calls from the other end of the table.

With a baffled frown, Twilight moves to comply, and Four takes one step out of his chair to settle on the table bench. Time realizes what he's going for and moves a few empty bottles out of the way to give them room. 

Four's eyes narrow as he looks at the table, and he reaches back into one of the bags hanging from his chair to grab a thick book. He plops it on the table, sticks his left elbow on top, and looks at Twilight expectantly. 

"Oh," Twilight says, the light going off. "You sure?" He still takes the spot, though, and grabs Four's left hand in his own. 

"Of course I'm sure. Your hand is sweaty, ew." Four still smiles, though, the expression copied across every other face hovering around. Time feels the same smile on his own lips, irrepressible. 

"I've been arm-wrestling everyone, I'm not apologizing." Twilight glances at Sky for the signal to start, looking far more cocky than Time thinks he should. 

Wind leans over the other end of the table. "Oh, now this is one I wanna see."

"Me too," Hyrule says, to the snorts and eye rolls that his casual jokes always engender. 

Time notices Legend next to him nudging Warriors with his elbow. "Bet?" Legend mutters. 

Warriors hesitates, squints at Four and Twilight arguing a little over the book under Four's elbow, then gives Legend a considering nod. His signs are small when he agrees. 'Twilight. It would be stupid to bet against him, after what he did to you.'

Legend snorts softly and pulls out a few rupees. "Yeah, but you haven't seen Four in the forge. I'm betting on him."

With a short laugh, Warriors matches the bet with rupees of his own, smiling as if to say that Legend is making a long bet. Time waits a moment, then hands a few gems off to Legend under the table. 

"Sky will declare it a tie," Time whispers under Wild's laugh. Warriors gives him a look but doesn't protest, probably seeing Time's contribution as more for him.

"I look forward to being twenty-three rupees richer." Legend dumps the pile into a bag he pulls out of nowhere, and sets it innocently on the table. Hyrule raises his eyebrows—of course he noticed—but doesn't say anything. 

Whatever issues Four and Twilight had have been argued out, and Sky briefly looks at the ceiling in fond exasperation. Then he looks back down, nods, and starts it off. 

"Go."

The two hands clasped in the middle don't move much at first. Four's and Twilight's faces twist a little as they push against each other. Time hums, a little impressed with their concentration. The arm wrestles have all been casual, but his boys are competitive, and the winner matters. Everyone goes quiet as they watch. 

For a solid few seconds, they're evenly matched. Twilight gains a few inches, but Four comes back a few seconds later with the force required to make them even. He can't quite get past there, though, and he's visibly straining more than Twilight is. 

The boys start egging one or the other on, sometimes both. A well-timed joke about dog breath on Legend's part makes Twilight laugh and lose a bit of pressure. Legend gets Warriors's elbow in his side for that. Twilight recovers, though.

Four's free hand clenches into a white-knuckled fist and lifts above the table a bit as he tries to stop himself from using it for a small advantage. His concentration face is a bit terrifying, really, he's glaring into Twilight's eyes like he's taken offense with his very soul. Twilight manages to keep a smile on his own face, somehow. 

As the seconds tick by, even Legend is starting to look a little scared. Having one member stronger than several power bracelets is one thing, but two? Doesn't Four have power bracelets of his own? Time makes a mental note to never get on either boy's bad side. 

The tension peaks, like egg whites whipped into shape for something delicious. Time tastes victory as Sky looks unsure and opens his mouth.

That, of course, is when the side of the inn explodes into slivers and gravel.

Time wraps his fingers around the hilt of his sword on reflec, and notices most of the others doing the same. They've been relaxing, but they've all learned the benefit of being constantly prepared. Four, facing the wall that burst, takes advantage of Twilight's confusion to slam their hands down, technically winning. Sky doesn't notice, though, and as several monsters step past the wreckage to wade inside, they're all too concerned with fighting to worry about the arm wrestling contest. 

With the power bracelets he's still wearing, Legend uses an entire table like a club to stun a moblin. Twilight kicks aside the rubble to help pull out one of the tavern patrons who'd been in the blast zone, and Hyrule helps him, using healing potions as a cover for using a few motes of magic, nothing extravagant. The man seems to be okay. 

There are enough monsters to keep them all busy for a little while. It's a bit cramped in here, but Time has his smaller sword, and the others are pretty aware of the space. Wild and Hyrule tend to go a bit wide when they fight, but Hyrule's focused on helping the other patrons out of the danger, and Wild chose a shortspear to keep with him. Behind them all, Four has pushed himself to the tabletop and sits there with his tiny crossbow, not doing much damage but keeping monsters distracted with slivers of bolts stuck in their eyes and throats. 

They're effective, if perhaps a little destructive. At least none of them are severely injured. When the last monster falls and turns to dust, leaving behind some equipment and bloodstains, Time looks around at the jagged glass and splintered stools and hides a wince. He drops his blackened sword off at the table and heads to the intact bar to find the bartender. 

She's hiding behind the bar, a broken bottle in her hand and a spark in her eyes that tells Time she would have fought if she had to. He confirms that the fight is over, apologizes profusely for the damage and the disturbance, and Wild helpfully hands over a fistful of gems. The bartender looks a bit more friendly after that. 

After patching up the wall with canvas tarps and setting things to rights as best they can, Time herds everyone toward the stairs. Four takes Twilight's offer of a ride on his back, and Hyrule makes sure Legend can make it. Wind is slow, going up the stairs one at a time, and he stops near the top as if struck by lightning. 

"Hey!" he says, and the tone makes more than one person pause in alarm. "What about the arm wrestle? Who won?" 

"I think Four did, at the end," Legend says with an arm over Hyrule's shoulders. He says it casually. Too casually. 

'The distraction was unfair, though,' Warriors shoots back, turning around before heading into one of the rooms they'd booked. 'Twilight would have won.' 

"Would he have?" Time asks mildly. Legend shoots him a vitriolic glare. 

Sky laughs, the sound soaked and reflected by the warm wood around them. "Let's just call it a tie, then."

"Until next time, rancher," Four says from his spot on Twilight's back, and Twilight grins in return. 

Warriors sighs, but elbows Legend again, who pulls out the bag of bet rupees and all but throws it at Time. 

"Hey, you were betting without me?" Wind asks, his voice climbing. 

"Next time, sailor," Time promises with a pat to Wind's shoulder as he passes. 

Warriors's face darkens in outrage. 'Next time nothing, Time! Don't teach him that!'

"As if he doesn't already know!"

"I'm right here!"

"Goodnight," Twilight says, his voice barely holding laughter back.

[haveihitanerve]

Just heard the podcast- and heres my idea of the ball game

Theres 6 bats and 6 humans on each team, plus 2 bats + 1 human referee. 

That adds up to 27 total bat+humans on the pitch, which is the exact number of chapters in each book so..

They have two bats and one human so that the human can jump between bats to watch the game in full scope

Theres one ball, the one luxa shows us

I would say the game is mostly like football, since no hoops or anyplace to throw the ball through is mentioned in the books

The bats are as much players as the humans, able to toss the ball to each other just like the humans do

Bat communication is not allowed, since its not fair to the humans who cant hear it and would mess with some trust things if a human is throwing the ball to a bat, but the bat dives because another bat called out to it, so the ball just misses- that sort of thing

Its a game majority for bonded pairs- but is also a common practice for not yet bonded pairs- to see if they literally fly well together

Riders do not have to remain on their bat- but they are also not allowed to be on a different bat for longer than a few seconds

This means that riders are fully able to leap from their bat onto the opposite teams bat and attack their rider for the ball, but they have to do it quickly or they get a foul

Fouls can be anything from tying one bat wing so their flying is less balanced- to making you ride the offending players bat for the rest of the game- and the bat is allowed to sabotage you any way it likes-like diving out of the way of a ball being thrown to you

The goal of the game is to bring to the ball to the ground, the way luxa does, without actually having the ball in your hand when you land

And you cannot be on the ground for longer than a few seconds, otherwise the other teams bats are permitted to pluck you up and toss you around as the new ball- until you get rescued

This means you have to land- catch the ball- throw it to a new teammate- and hop onto your bat again to score a point

There are also teams of humans on the ground- ready with swords- blunt, but still able to hurt slightly- who are allowed to attack if you're on the ground too long- and cannons ready to shoot any bat+human team that hovers too close to the ground for the entire game

You can also get points by touching the ceiling- but you're mot allowed to be on a bat when you do- so you have to be catapulted up to the ceiling- touch the ceiling- then throw the ball to a teammate before being caught again, otherwise the point doesn't count

anddd that's all i could think of for now

[imsobadatnicknames2]

Hey, what's your opinion on James Raggi IV the writer and publisher of Lamentations of the Flame Princess?

I mean... from some of the posts I've seen from him and things I've heard, he's def an edgelord reactionary, but neither the worst nor the most notable edgelord reacionary from the old Google Plus era OSR circle, right.

I was into LotFP a couple years ago before I found out about the guy's politics and links to notable bigots in the OSR scene, mostly because I liked the whole black/death metal horror aesthetic and because it's one of the few straight-up retroclones that actually have a unique vision for the aesthetic and experience they want to create, (i.e. it tries to be a little bit of its own game with its own unique setting/aesthetic instead of being yet another legally distinct repackaging of an older D&D edition), and I still think the book itself is a good product, but ultimately it's not an experience you can't replicate with a copy of B/X D&D (or your retroclone of choice) plus a couple flavorful metal-inspired sourcebooks, and that unique aesthetic appeal has also now been far outdone by later RPGs like Mörk Borg, so it's not like you're really missing much by refusing to support the guy anyway.

Tho I've gotta say, It kinda surprised me when I first found out Raggi was one of those "BUT MUH FREEZE PEACH" edgelords, because some of the advice he wrote in the LotFP refbook seemed to be directly countering that particular flavor of edgelordism that pops up in right-leaning """"apolitical""""" OSR circles, e.g:

"The Referee shall realize that Rule 0 is for the purpose of establishing the desired atmosphere for his campaign, and not as an excuse to abuse players or a license to be a despot at the game table… The Referee’s role is to challenge players, not victimize them."

"Know your players. Communicate outside of the game, and find where the limits lie. Your job as Referee is not to shock, scare, scandalize, or assault the senses. Respect for the real person sitting before you playing the game comes before any idea for the game you actually have."

Reading that definitely painted to me a very different picture of him as a person.

[wanderingwilsons]

Me and the kiddos took the opportunity to join in on a city tour of Misawa last week and I learned so much. Not just about the place I live, but my capacity as a parent.

Slight disclaimer--Sometimes you just need to remind yourself of the honest truth and it is this:

I had different expectations for my kids on this trip.

This would have been more enjoyable going by myself, instead I was mostly playing referee between two bored kids that just wanted to pick on each other, but I tried my best to soak it all up.

So here goes:

We started the tour with three local guides who filled us in on all things food and entertainment in Misawa and Hachinohe. They had a ton of recommendations for what the cities had to offer and I tried my best to write them all down on my phone. The list is long, y'all. We will not be bored here.

Before we headed to the International Center, the tour guide told us of local markets, eateries and fun places in town. Because of the Tanabata Festival just a week or so prior to the tour, there were a few streets that were familiar to me.

When we got to the International Center, the guides provided a 30 minute presentation giving history of Misawa, the surrounding areas and even practiced simple Japanese phrases with us. Very interesting and helpful!

We hopped back on the bus and headed to Hachinohe, a town about 30 minutes from Misawa where we would explore the Fish Market and eat lunch.

When we stepped off the bus, a kind tour helper offered to assist me and the kiddos around the market. He was so patient and helpful, but I have to admit I was a bit overwhelmed when we first walked in. It was busy and there was a lot to take in--sights, smells, noises and all while I was just trying to get my daughter set up in her stroller without losing my son.

Eventually we found our pace and started making our way through. The guide took to us like a gentle grandfather figure and even pushed the stroller for me. I think he could sense my anxiousness.

The first thing he wanted to do was show the kids the fish tank when entering the market. He then took us through the food and market portion where you are surrounded by all sorts of different vendors. We saw ice cream, churros, baked goods, produce and other foods. We picked a relatively popular dish to eat for lunch called yakitori--aka chicken on a stick. In its food container, the chicken laid on a bed of rice. While we were eating, the guide went and got the kids some mini churros! They loved them, of course.

Once we finished lunch, he led us through the open fish market. There were so many interesting things! We saw eel, octopus, even puffer fish! We didn't purchase any, but it's absolutely the place to go if you are looking for fresh seafood for dinner.

The kids were most intrigued with it as we walked through aisles of people and fish. Eventually, they began to feel restless and we went to the top level to let the kids play in the indoor playground while me and the guide talked more about the city of Hachinohe. He said he has lived there for 13 years and told me other places he recommends that I visit when we come back--one being a Korean BBQ place. Yes, please!

We gathered the kids up and explored a little bit longer before heading back to the shuttle bus.

As shown below, these types of arcade games are HUGE in Japan. Claw games are very popular and they had Kirby!

Our next and final stop before heading back was the Shinto Shrine. This was probably the cherry on top of the trip. It was beautiful! The kids were exhausted and played in the dirt while we were given a presentation, but had a good time walking around the shrine. We purchased a shrine stamp collection book known as a Goshuincho.

I let Teddy pick out the Goshuincho and he was very excited. I truly hope we will visit as many shrines as we can and collect the beautiful art. Maybe that can be something Teddy and I plan out while we are here.

In the photos you might notice there are white-lightning type shaped paper on different entry ways. These are referred to as "Shide" and represent holy spaces.

When we got back on the bus, we were exhausted. The day had been filled with so many cool things to do and see. The kids were mostly interested in their cotton candy and I did let them have a little bit on the bus.

On our way back to Misawa, the guides gave us more recommendations for local eateries and provided some tips and tricks for making the most of our time here.

Overall, it was a great way to learn more about what our local and adjacent towns had to offer. I'm looking forward to going back to Hachinohe to show Trevor around. Maybe even go back to the Fish Market and take our time there. Trevor was unable to join us as he was, and I quote, "meditating next to a waterfall." Whoa.

All that to say, if there's one thing I learned, it's good to explore with your kids. Even if it was a little frustrating and stressful at times, it was good for them to see where they live. It was good for us all to experience a culture apart from what we knew up to this point. I hope one day they will look back and appreciate the travel. Even if all they wanted to do was rub their legs in dirt, eat cotton candy and tell me they were bored. I bet they saw and enjoyed more than I think they did.

Kids keep you humble when you travel. There are times when I envy our young married friends that get to travel wherever and whenever they want. It must be really cool to experience Japan in that way.

But I know that it's also really cool to get to travel and see the world with your kids. They get an opportunity that not many kids do. I'm working on my patience. I'm working on expectation management. It's my first time doing this, too, so I absolutely learned from mistakes I made on the city tour to make next time a little easier to manage...hopefully.

Until then, I'm choosing to be grateful for this time. It truly is so cool that we get to be here!

[dykekota]

my bound for glory thoughts

[call your shot gauntlet] — i would lowkey like someone like aj francis or frankie kazarian win this one! since the only two confirmed people in the match (that i know much about) are them, i don’t really have anything to say about this match just because there’s not any other information which i do like

[ash by elegance & heather by elegance vs. xia brookside + brinley reece] — AHHHHH i love xia she’s my girl BUTTTTT. i love ash 😭😭 she’s so funny and they need revenge after the AUDACITY of xia and brinley on impact can y’all BELIEVE they would do that ash & heather totally haven’t done anything to deserve this 👎🏻 LOL

[nic nemeth (c) vs. joe hendry] — IM SORRY but if nic doesn’t win…. i’m not a huge joe fan, mostly because they’re only pushing him this much because he’s popular now. they weren’t pushing him like this when he wasn’t viral.. plus i’m a huge nic fan and i’m glad he’s finally getting his flowers :-) i do have a few booking ideas about this. the first one is that since frankie kazarian is the special guest referee AND he’s in the call your shot gauntlet match… hear me out. maybe he’ll win that, and then try to cash in and become world champion? if it does happen, i don’t see him actually winning but 🤷‍♀️ you never know! i was also thinking maybe nic will turn heel and join forces with jbl who confirmed on instagram he’s coming back soon, i would love to see heel nic! sorry this is so long wow 😭😭

[pco (c) vs. matt cardona] — PCO!!!! i love him his gimmick is so interesting and this kind of match is perfect for him! maybe sdl will interfere and turn on pco since matt’s her best friend? but i doubt it bc of her neck injury i think i’m just doing some hoping bc i miss my girllll 😭😭

[mike santana vs. moose] — MIKE. i literally love him so bad and he 100% deserves the win here! i also think his character work is way better than moose. not sure if it’s supposed to be like that, but moose and his acting/his promos just fall really flat to me and i think he could work on that but 🤷‍♀️

[the system (c) vs. the hardys vs. abc] — i’m going with abc here. i LOVE jeff + matt but let’s be honest.. they do NOT need to be wrestling anymore. they’re getting old and they can barely even move sometimes :/ i was SOOO mad when abc lost at victory road so i’m hoping they’ll win but if the hardys win i’ll be like.. 😐😐

[jordynne grace (c) vs. masha slamovich] — IM SORRY MASHA BABE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH but i am a jordynne girl at heart so 😭😭 plus she’s made it pretty clear with her contract she’s probably leaving next year.. so i’d like to see her remain champion while she can and THEN drop the title to masha; maybe at final resolution?

[spitfire (c) vs. rosemary & wendy choo] — definitely spitfire! they’re in my top three tag teams and they deserve the belts, plus they just got them back! i like rosemary & wendy together though so i wouldn’t be superrr mad if they won 😭😭

[speedball mike bailey (c) vs. el hijo del vikingo] — SPEEDBALL 100%!!!!!! i love them soooo much like it’s insane. but tbf, idrk much about vikingo. regardless, i’m suchhhh a huge fan of mike so even if i did know anything about vikingo i doubt i’d want him to win

[josh alexander vs. steve maclin] — JOSH‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ i love him sm even if he’s a heel now he deserves a win bc i’m STILL mad he didn’t win at emergence 💀💀