#live from dice jail

[skullsnpineapples]

People think ttrpgs are about epic quests for the fate of good and evil, but really they’re about realizing that you never planned for an undead party member which throws a wrench in all the healing feats you’ve invested in so mid battle you just have to frantically douse a pile of bones with oil and shake it like you’re dressing a salad so the bones will reconstitute into your party member and you hopefully won’t all die.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Let Me Wash Your Sins Away (Let me Love You)

Old Man Logan X Reader Drabble

Plot: You love him, but he won't let you. Until one day he comes home, nearly on his deathbed, and he finally lets you take care of him the way you always craved

A/N: A drabble of an idea that popped in my head, this came out more angsty than I originally planned, and I also started getting tired towards as it's almost 1 in the morning for me, but I really wanted to finish it tonight, so it probably sound a little rushed towards the end. but I hope ya'll enjoy! I just wanna take care of Old Man Logan <3

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, descriptions of blood and gunshot wounds, kinda angsty, talks of worshiping, mentions of dirty thoughts and just being horny towards Logan in general but he won't let you (go to horny jail)

Word Count: 3113

You sat at a table, tapping your foot anxiously against the floor, as you glanced at the clock, for the tenth time in a row in the last five minutes. You pressed your palms to the table, in an attempt to ground yourself from the nausea-induced anxiety you were experiencing. Your brows were creased in worry, your lips pulled back tightly in a grimace. 

You were waiting for someone. Someone who somehow manages to fill you with an intense rush of emotions, both love-

And fear. 

Not of him, but of what is happening to him, what could happen to him.  

You met Logan a little less than a year ago, and he had managed to carve a space out in your

 heart, the quiet, reserved, and sometimes cranky old man that he is.

 He had found you and asked you for your help in taking care of Charles, your powers and excellent knowledge in handling mutants who couldn’t control- or lost control of their abilities had made you perfect for the job. You, of course, jumped at the opportunity to help. You didn’t know Charles Xavier personally, but you admired the work he’s done and quickly grew fond of the old man. Throughout the year, you attempted to get to know Logan, since you had to put your trust in him to keep you, Charles, and Caliban fed, sheltered, and safe. Logan was initially dismissive of you, and it wasn’t because he was a jerk but because he saw something with you he hadn’t felt in a long time and it terrified him, especially after 200 years of living and losing anyone and everyone he’s ever cared for. Life had beaten him to a pulp on the ground, yet he was still pushing himself up, not ready to give in just yet- and you were there, helping him up every time. You were persistent though, and you had carved a way into his heart as well. Yet it all remained unspoken. Logan was stubborn as a bull but so were you. You both carried on your daily routine, you took care of Charles, and you cooked and cleaned as well, while Logan worked, making money to keep food on the table, and afford Charles medicine.

There were moments though, soft moments with Logan that filled your heart. You always tried to make things easier on him, so that when he wasn’t working, he could truly rest. Sometimes, while you were preparing dinner, he’d come out of his room and sit with you, albeit silently. You could always feel his eyes on you even with your back turned but if you looked at him he’d look away. If you were in the living space, he’d sit out there with you, and if you caught him on a good day, you’d get some semblance of a conversation out of him. 

One day, out of the blue, he had come up behind you, closer than you ever felt him before, so close that you could feel his breath on your neck and the heat radiating off of him. His hand came around you, resting on the hand that was holding a pepper that you were dicing. His hand was rough and dry, covered in calluses- yet it was so careful and so gentle as he rested it over yours. You’d stop, your breath hitching and your heart pounding in your chest at his proximity. Your eyes would flit to his hand on yours, and you would see the deep scars resting on his knuckles where the sharp, killer adamantium claws would unsheathe themselves, and you felt yourself having to resist the urge to kiss each scar. His thumb would brush over your hand, and he would lower his lips to your ear, his breath sending waves of goosebumps over your skin.

“Thank you.” He’d say in a low voice, deep and mesmerizing. “For all that you do around here.” 

His scratchy beard would brush against your ear, as he turned his head, and pressed a kiss to your temple. He removed his hand from yours and left the area that was designated a kitchen in this old factory. You’d be left shaking, trying to catch your breath, not from fear, but just at the intimate moment he’d bless you with. 

There were many moments like that, but he’d never talk about it, because anytime you bring it up, he’d make you shut up with just a firm stare, and it led to something unspoken. There were countless moments similar to that you shared with him, each one never leading into anything more. You never kissed (on the lips), you never had sex, you barely even had a hug from him. Logan though, the sly dog he was, always found a way to get his lips on you, whether it was the top of your head, your cheek, the palm of your hand, your shoulder- hell he even got the back of your neck once. It was teasing, giving you just barely a taste of what it could be like. You picked up on it not long ago. He’d come up when you were distracted, say something sweet, and get his lips on you somewhere, and then walk away. It filled you to the brim with frustration because it always made you want more, yet he’d never allow you to do anything to him. You tried. You’ve tried to peck his cheek, his hand, anything. You’ve tried to initiate conversations and intimacy, you tried to be as sly as he was- but he’d always shut you down. The point is, that he’s stubborn, and he refuses to accept any affection from you, in any shape, way, or form. 

You practically worshipped Logan. He knew it too, there was no way he didn’t, with the yearning glances he catches from you, the way you’re so eager to help him, how you’d make his favorite meals, you’d pick up his favorite brand of cigars and leave it on his pillow for him to find when he comes home from work. You’d go out of your way to please him, and you knew him in every way that mattered. You didn’t need him to tell you how he was feeling because you could read his eyes easily. You knew that you could take good care of him. If only he’d let you. 

It’s okay though. With the way you felt about him, you didn’t mind his stubborn ways. You didn’t mind everything being unspoken. You knew that you would slowly chip away at his adamantium skeleton eventually. He would break finally, and let you love him the way he deserves, the way he always deserved. You’ve come to the acceptance that Logan had been through years of hurt, and that he wasn’t going to open up overnight. So as much as you desired him, physically, emotionally, spiritually, you just hoped and you prayed to whoever was listening- that you’d get the chance to make him happy before the man got himself killed. Or being the adamantium killed him first

You stared at the door, willing it to open, for Logan to walk in, his usual self, exhausted and grumpy as he shed his jacket. You’d ask him about his night, and he’d answer gruffly on whether it was good or bad. If you were lucky, he’d tell you about some annoying ass customer he had, and you’d smile and laugh, and then he’d barely crack a smile, because he got to make you laugh, even if it was just a moment. There were a few times you’d seen a hint of that beautiful smile breaking through, and every single time it took your breath away. 

You heard heavy footsteps, and you jumped up from your chair, almost knocking it down with how fast you moved, as you quickly ran to open the door and greet him. 

You weren’t expecting this.

He looked terrible. Worse than you've ever seen him. His usually nice suit was practically torn to shreds, blood, and dirt staining the white dress shirt. The bags under his eyes were deeper and darker than they were when he left hours ago. His salt and pepper hair was a mess. You could see his hands were shaking terribly, and he was leaning to one side, barely able to put his full weight on the other side. He looked at you, exhausted, and almost desperate as he stepped inside. You covered your mouth with your hand.

“Lo- Logan! What happened?” You finally exclaimed, quickly going to his side, and helping him walk further into the room. You pulled out a chair from the table and helped him sit- pulling off his jacket- making him groan in pain just from moving his shoulders and arms as you slid the jacket down his arms. You discarded it to the side, still focused on him. He just leaned forward, not responding to your question. You could see the bruises along his neck- and that’s when you spotted the holes- bullet holes that littered through his torso, have created torn holes throughout. “Logan-” You gasped as you observed his whole self. He barely grunted in acknowledgement to you. This was exactly what you were afraid of, some days, he’d come home fine, just cranky, and others-...This was the worst you’d seen him, and it made you fear the worst, terrified now that even if he gets through this, what will happen next time? You felt the tears begin to well up in your eyes, but you quickly swallowed them back, you couldn’t allow yourself to be overcome with emotion right now, especially since he needed you now. “Lo, C’mon.” You encourage, grabbing his arm to get him to stand. He wouldn’t at first, either because he was too weak, or he didn’t want to move. “Lo, baby, come on. Work with me here.” You said softly to him, and that seemed to reach him- as grunted, pushing himself off the chair- and you led him to the bathroom. You sat him on the toilet, while you turned to turn on the tap, letting it run to get warm, as you turned your attention back to Logan. 

He had tipped his head back, leaning against the back of the toilet, arms hanging limply over his thighs. His mouth hung open just a bit, as he took shallow breaths, his chest rising and falling with each, an occasional grunt of pain escaping him. You clenched your fists, pushing back the emotion you felt, as you moved to unbutton his dress shirt. His hand came up quickly, grabbing your wrists- somehow managing to still be so gentle as he grabbed you, and stopped you from continuing, and you looked up at him. His eyes hung half open, looking down at you

“Lo, let me take care of you.” You say firmly, your eyes staring back piercingly at him. “Please-” You brought your free hand to his cheek. Your thumb softly stroked over his cheekbone, where a small bruise was painted, his eyes fluttered shut at your touch, and slowly he released his grip on your wrist. 

You continued your mission. Carefully unbuttoning his dress shirt, you slid it down his arms in a similar fashion to his jacket. Next, you worked on the wife beater he wore underneath. You gently encouraged him to lift his arms upwards, allowing you to tear the ruined shirt from his skin. It made you gasp, seeing just how wrecked his torso was. You placed a hand over his chest gently, and his muscles flexed at your touch.

 “Did you…Expel the bullets already?” You asked quietly. He grunted and nodded quietly. You nodded with him. Then you looked down at his pants and took a deep breath. You brought your hand down, resting it on his knee. “Is it okay if I… help take these off of you?” You ask quietly. 

You could see his muscles flexing, tensing up, and holding like that. Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed harshly, and for a moment you wondered if you had gone too far, but then he nodded, flooding you with relief that you hadn’t pushed his boundaries. You brought your hands to his buckle, slowly unbuckling it, pulling the leather belt open, and then you moved to unbutton his pants. Your hands were practically shaking as you did so, your mind was going far off into places it shouldn’t. To be honest, this wasn’t quite how you imagined taking his belt- or pants off for the first time. Yet the moment, while not quite what you imagined, felt intimate nonetheless. You looked up at him. His eyes were shut tight, and his breathing was deeper, but more practiced like he was telling himself to breathe, it almost seemed that his nerves at your actions matched your own. That’s when it hit you. Nothing about this was sexual. You and Logan had your feelings for each other, both physical and emotional, but that was something to be addressed at another time. At this moment, he just needed you, to be what you’ve always been for him so you came into his life- his reason to keep going. You kneeled, working on his shoes, pulling each one off, and then his socks. You helped him stand, as he leaned against you, and you pulled down his pants- and his boxers. 

You kept your eyes away from that part of him, purely to be respectful. He hasn’t said anything, and you know he ain’t exactly shy. You wouldn’t want someone oogling at your body when you’re already in pain, and vulnerable, having to put your trust in someone taking care of you. Trust already wasn’t easy for Logan, and you weren’t about to break it or take advantage of it. 

He stepped into the tub and lowered inside it with your help. He did his best to silence his grunts and groans, trying not to be loud for your sake, but the warm water both soothed and stunned his body. His open wounds, only just now starting to heal, began to bleed into the water, as well as the dirt that clung to the lower half of his body slowly washed off. You grabbed a rag, dunked it into the water, and looked at him. You knew this moment was pivotal to your relationship with Logan, and it wasn’t because he was sitting here naked in front of you, or that he allowed you to undress him. It was because he was finally, finally allowing you to take care of him, the way you always wanted. You knew you needed to be slow, and gentle with him, as you began to wash over him, starting with his face, then his shoulders, his back, and finally his chest. Slow, soft circles as you began to wash the blood, the dirt, and the sins off of him. The water had become so dirty, that you had to drain the bathtub and refill it again, just to wash over him once more, this time with soap, as you ran your hands through his hair, scrubbing his scalp, before moving down to his shoulders, massaging at the tense knots you felt there. Logan had leaned his entire body towards you as you worked him over, eyes closed, an occasional pleased groan escaping him, whenever your fingers ran through his hair, or your hands brushed soothingly over an aching spot. 

“We’re almost done.” You say soothingly to him, as you squeeze the rag over his chest, excess water pouring out, washing away another layer of soap. “Then you can dry off, and get into bed, and rest. Okay?”

He turned his head to you. His eyes were more alert but relaxed. 

“You shouldn’t have to do this.” He muttered lowly, examining the details of your face. “This isn’t right. You…You shouldn’t be taking care of me, sweetheart. I don’t deserve it.” 

You looked at him, your expression turning into something soft. That’s why Logan refused you. He rejected your advances, all your attempts at getting close to him, because he didn’t believe he deserved it. You knew he struggled looking at himself like he was a good man, and you never understood why, because the Logan you knew, was a hero. Not because he served in wars, was a part of the xmen, and did all the glorious things that heroes did. He was a hero because despite all he went through, all the heartbreak and hurt- he still got up every day, and he took care of you. He took care of Charles. He kept enduring the hardships life threw at him- all for the sake of helping this one man, who saw potential in him and changed his whole life around. Logan could have left, he could have moved on from everything like he had for 200 years, but he stuck around for Charles, and you wondered if you’ve become a part of that reason too. 

You brought your hand to his cheek, looking him in the eyes. “Yes, you do Lo.” You say softly. There was so much more you wanted to say, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. He looked so exhausted, and so vulnerable. Now wasn’t the time for admitting feelings. “I want to do this. I want to take care of you, because you take care of me.” 

There was a moment of silence.

Logan brought his hand up to yours that cupped your cheek, and closed his eyes as he savored your touch. You kept him going. He avoided letting you reciprocate his affections because he believed you deserved better, that he didn’t deserve you and the worship he saw in your eyes every time you looked at him. How many nights has he resisted the urge to go into your room, climb into your bed, and show you how he really felt for you; Even tonight, as he got the shit beaten out of him, he thought about you- and he knew he had to make it back because the idea of leaving you alone in this world was too much to bear. He couldn’t let your hands touch him, your lips on his skin because he carried too many sins with him, and he wouldn’t want to ruin the good he sees in you. Now though, as you carefully wash him, gentle, caring, worshiping with every brush of the washrag against his skin, he felt that maybe he got it wrong. Maybe, instead of him protecting you from his sins…You could wash away his sins, and create something new, all for you to do as you please. 

Maybe now, he'll finally let you love him.

[leoruby-draws]

Next up is Owen Mercer aka Boomerang Jr, son of Captain Boomerang and the speedster of the TrWh Outlaw team! Get ready for another long post you guys, god my hands are hurting this week arrughhh.

Owen's a fun character to draw and has a fun personality in general. He's more angsty and dark in the comics but since Digger finds out about him early on, Owen's much more happy in this au. Digger and Owen have a fantastic father-son relationship and Owen really looks up to him. Digger is so happy he found Owen but is kinda frantic on how to raise him, being a villain isn't the best job for a dad. Not sure what age Digger discovers him, maybe 10 or so?

That mini version of Digger's outfit is what Owen would've worn if he was discovered even younger (he's 4-6 in that doodle), preteen Owen would've found that outfit a bit too silly for his tastes tho.

Honestly I'm not sure if Owen even lives with him, since Digger is a rogue and probably in jail more often than not, Owen might still be in foster care. I don't remember if Owen was shown to be adopted in the comics, he was already shown to be an adult. Btw, concerning Owen's age*, I'm slightly lowering his age to better fit with Jason's age group (he's 12 to Jason's 10). He, along with Jack Moore, are the oldest of the team, too bad Owen doesn't care about acting his age!

While Owen loves hanging out with his father, he also likes to hang out with the Flash aka Barry Allen. Barry has been mentoring Owen on and off (much to Wally's dismay) and has been slowly pushing him towards heroism. He's knows Owen's got a good heart and see's that he has the potential to access the speedforce. Owen's a character that's caught between two worlds, rogue and hero. Does he want to follow in his father's footsteps or go follow Barry?

What a conundrum, but this is a problem he had in the comics. His struggle to figure what to do with his life. Actually, I think I heard somewhere he was actually created with the intent to replace Wally as the Flash but they dropped that plot point, leaving him adrift in the comics. Let me know if that's wrong tho!

Captain Cold aka Leonard Snart isn't helping matters as you can see in that vague threat up there, I'd like to better define that relationship between those two but I'd need to read more comics with Leonard to do that.

Here I have Owen with some of his friends and his dad. I said in my last post with Rankorr, that he and Owen's friendship is a nod towards the famous Green Lantern/Flash partnership. Owen's always trying to get Jack to loosen up and have fun, Jack sometimes finds this annoying but is slowly letting Owen in his life. You can see up there Owen giving Jason a ride someplace, bet Jason wishes he took the bus lol.

You can see Owen gushing over Para Dice, his canonical girlfriend from Rebirth. Owen at some point meets her in Australia and has an instant crush on her. Para is a rather mysterious girl, but has taken a liken to Owen as well. Still too young for a proper romance tho, plus Owen would need to sharpen up his speed skills if he wants to make this LDR work.

There's Digger training Owen in the art of the boomerang, rogue or hero, any son of Cap. Boomerang will be a learn to toss a good boomerang!

Another drawing of these two, aren't they adorable?

Here's Owen bother poor Lisa Snart aka Golden Glider. Owen can be a little insensitive, tho he's never actually malicious in intent (usually). Always thought it was weird that Lisa was considered a candidate for Owen's mother, she didn't seem old enough for that (Owen was like early twenties). Anyways Lisa thinks he's an annoying little twerp...

...and not the only one. Here's Owen bothering poor Jesse. Also you can see I messed up on her shirt design, wasn't really thinking about what I was drawing I guess. I do that sometimes lol.

On the nature of Owen's and Jason's relationship, they seem to quite like each other. Neither of them had many friends before the team, and find easy camaraderie in having simple boyish fun together, which is something they kinda needed in life. You'll sometimes see them making complex plans for the next prank (Lori is invited as well).

In team dynamics, Jason can find Owen tendency to not take fights seriously kinda annoying. While Owen can sometimes disregard Jason's leadership (should Jason be leader that day I mean) due to him being younger. Friction isn't common between them though, perhaps because they got a lot in common.

From being caught between opposing morality, difficulty in finding a niche in the DC comics, even in trying to discover who their mothers are. Its can be validating to know people who understand what your going through.

Little more focus on Owen's relations, I said that Barry has been trying to steer Owen towards good but I also think that Barry just thinks that Owen is just a fun little guy in general. I'd think they get along pretty well, Wally looks so pissed tho. There was this one comic where Hal had Wally as a sidekick for a day and Barry was pretty jealous. Guess the reverse is happening here. Wally's a favored target for Owen's pranks, so this whole situation is just very annoying to him.

Here's Digger introducing Owen to the rogues, Leonard looks befuddled at all this (Digger got a girl preggo? crazy).

Wanted to have Digger and Owen watch cartoons together, so I looked up Australian cartoons, found something called Bluey. Apparently it's super popular, even adults like it. So I found some free cartoons on youtube and yeah. It really is that good. Look it up if you want to see some fun, relaxing cartoons with smart writing!

To finish off this mass of words, here's Owen being a goofball with Eddie and Jason. I'm slowly finding that Owen's got a pretty fun dynamic with most anyone I draw him with. So that's been fun.

All this and I still haven't gone into Meloni and Bart, but it's best if I leave that for later. Anyways, hoped you like all that!

*About Owen's age, the comics never specified what his age actually was. All I know he's in his twenties but still younger than Dick's age group. Young enough to be unsure of his place in the world, but old enough that his 'relationship' with Kara to be weird. I guess it'd be less weird in my au with a smaller age gap, but that's still not happening.

[ohdorothea]

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans, homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More info here 💘

Lyrics for the songs under the cut!

Put in the tags your interpretations or propaganda for a specific song! Tags will be used to decide what songs may be saved if there are extra slots in the next round!

Cruel Summer lyrics

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fever dream high in the quiet of the night

You know that I caught it (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it)

Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price

You know that I bought it (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it)

Killing me slow, out the window

I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

What doesn't kill me makes me want you more

And it's new, the shape of your body

It's blue, the feeling I've got

And it's ooh, whoa oh

It's a cruel summer

It's cool, that's what I tell 'em

No rules in breakable heaven

But ooh, whoa oh

It's a cruel summer

With you

Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine

I'm not dying (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it)

We say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times

We're not trying (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it)

So cut the headlights, summer's a knife

I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know

Oh, it's new, the shape of your body

It's blue, the feeling I've got

And it's ooh, whoa oh

It's a cruel summer

It's cool, that's what I tell 'em

No rules in breakable heaven

But ooh, whoa oh

It's a cruel summer

With you

I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (Oh)

Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (Oh)

And I scream, "For whatever it's worth

I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

He looks up, grinning like a devil

It's new, the shape of your body

It's blue, the feeling I've got

And it's ooh, whoa oh

It's a cruel summer

It's cool, that's what I tell 'em

No rules in breakable heaven

But ooh, whoa oh

It's a cruel summer

With you

I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (Oh)

Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (Oh)

And I scream, "For whatever it's worth

I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Afterglow lyrics

I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue

Put you in jail for something you didn't do

I pinned your hands behind your back, oh

Thought I had reason to attack, but no

Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves

Chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there's no us

Why'd I have to break what I love so much?

It's on your face, and I'm to blame, I need to say

Hey, it's all me, in my head

I'm the one who burned us down

But it's not what I meant

Sorry that I hurt you

I don't wanna do, I don't wanna do this to you (Ooh)

I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you (Ooh)

I need to say, hey, it's all me, just don't go

Meet me in the afterglow

It's so excruciating to see you low

Just wanna lift you up and not let you go

This ultraviolet morning light below

Tells me this love is worth the fight, oh

I lived like an island, punished you with silence

Went off like sirens, just crying

Why'd I have to break what I love so much?

It's on your face, don't walk away, I need to say

Hey, it's all me, in my head

I'm the one who burned us down

But it's not what I meant

I'm sorry that I hurt you

I don't wanna do, I don't wanna do this to you (Ooh)

I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you (Ooh)

I need to say, hey, it's all me, just don't go

Meet me in the afterglow

Tell me that you're still mine

Tell me that we'll be just fine

Even when I lose my mind

I need to say

Tell me that it's not my fault

Tell me that I'm all you want

Even when I break your heart

I need to say

Hey, it's all me, in my head

I'm the one who burned us down

But it's not what I meant

Sorry that I hurt you

I don't wanna do, I don't wanna do this to you (Ooh)

I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you (Ooh)

I need to say, hey, it's all me, just don't go

Meet me in the afterglow

[uluthrek]

2 monopoly 2 au: driftmark edition

viserys, in his usual well meaning naïveté, proposes a family game night.

larys is the one who suggests monopoly because he loves watching the world burn (literally). he does not actually participate, though, instead acting as the bank and giving viserys financial advice so horrid the poor man ends up completely insolvent after ten minutes.

rhaenyra makes a bunch of shitty investments, somehow profits enough to not completely lose and gives larys the finger every time her event cards require her to pay even a cent. larys’ tax system, that some hundred years later will be adopted by one tyrion lannister and spectacularly blow up in his face, is not acknowledged by the realm’s delight, which kind of goes without saying.

daemon owns all brown, pink and light blue properties which end up making him a fortune. he, too, refuses to pay taxes. seated between rhaenyra and viserys, every once in a while, whenever no one is looking, he reaches across the table and steals their money. alicent is the only one who sees this and is subsequently gaslit into believing she’s going insane by him when he brings it up. rhaenyra refuses to count her money out of principle.

rhaenys is in a spectacularly bad mood and the one with her dragon in the closest proximity, which is why no one even bothers to ask her to pay when she lands on someone’s property. of course she doesn’t pay taxes.

rhaena and baela have teamed up, own all orange properties and are specifically hell bent on bankrupting aegon. they’re the only ones that rhaenys actually pays. they, too, evade taxes.

jacaerys announces insolvency after ten minutes and proposes to lucerys, who accepts. this does not better their financial situation whatsoever, considering they have inherited their mother’s financial incompetence but not her stupid luck with dice. at least they’re smart enough not to pay taxes.

alicent has two dollars to her name, is the only one who respects the tax system and is royally pissed off when she finds out that the only reason that rhaenyra has more money than her is her rampant tax evasion (“where is duty? where is sacrifice?”). after a ten minute tangent about how all she has ever done is what was expected of her and snide comments about the parentage of absolutely EVERYONE in the room with her, she is reminded by rhaenys that, considering larys’ utter leniency regarding the tax system, she could just… you know… stop paying? this causes alicent to excuse herself to the kitchen and scream for five minutes straight.

two minutes into the game, daeron is jailed and never released again.

aegon is so heavily indebted that he starts offering sexual favours in exchange for loan forgiveness. the tone in which larys says “i’ll hold you to that, sweet prince!” makes rhaena audibly retch.

helaena makes everyone’s lives hell with double hotels on all her properties. no one knows where she gets all that money from. halfway through the game, she reverts to only speaking latin. her voice has dropped several octaves. lightning strikes whenever she rolls the dice. alicent, back from her screaming break, starts quietly exorcising her under the table. everyone is relieved when she eventually declares something cryptic in what may just have been german and leaves, only to return half an hour later covered in primordial goo. she walks straight past everyone to her room and for once, the entirety of house targaryen sits in silent agreement: they will never speak of this again.

aemond fights lucerys, jacaerys, baela and rhaena tooth and nail over every single one of their properties while hurling every insult he can think of at them.

about two hours in, rhaenyra and daemon barter over pennsylvania avenue in a manner so intense it makes them both horny, and they excuse themselves to the guest room. the noises that follow permanently scar alicent and turn larys on so much he doesn’t notice aegon swiping twenty dollars from the bank, which he rolls into a joint as he disappears from the table.

rhaenys sacks both rhaenyra’s and daemon’s property and adds it to that of helaena, which she has already taken for herself twenty minutes ago, effectively making her the westerosi equivalent to jeff bezos.

aemond manages to buy the boardwalk and calls baela several slurs, none of them accurate to her gender identity, sexuality or mental wellbeing, which leads to lucerys, jacaerys and rhaena chasing him with both proverbial and literal pitchforks and torches, god knows where they found those, as he makes a break for it. criston cole, who has been lounging on alicent’s handpicked ikea loveseat, model söderhamn if you’re wondering, puts down the hurling match he’s been intently watching for the last two hours and follows them.

this turns out to be an excellent call, because only ten minutes later, a hysterically sobbing aemond is missing an eye, god knows how a very much seven year old lucerys has manged to enucleate him, and alicent, actually violently swearing for the first time in her fourtysomething years of life, drives him to the emergency room.

this leaves rhaenys and viserys at the table. “just like old times, huh?” viserys says, smiling. “cut the shit, bitch.” rhaenys retaliates as she swipes alicent’s remaining funds, then grabs the bank carton, and finally relieves viserys of his money and properties as well as his crown, declaring herself the winner.

[spoonsilverwire]

Little ol' me has come to ask for any and all information about the wonderful dunette

👉👈

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE MY DEAR FRIEND!!!!!

I guess I should update that relationship chart……

I’ll just rewrite it here!

Fun fact - Dunette is pretty easy to get along with once you get to know her a lil more.

Dice - Dunette

Dunette’s pretty cool with Dice. Sometimes she thinks he goes a little overboard with being rude to others (look who’s talking.) Dice is okay with Dunette, he wasn’t…expecting to meet somebody taller than him besides Ethan (boy from the rival biker boys gang who’s 7’1). Other than that they don’t talk very much unless Dice wants her to do something.

Jeff - Dunette

They get along! They’re not close but they do like each other’s company. Dunette’s pretty happy that Jeff is so caring towards the one he loves. Vice versa with Jeff ;D.

Varai - Dunette

Dunette loves varai (much to Jatay’s dismay), but it’s nothing romantic. It’s purely plantonic on Dunette’s side. She likes to offer help out Jeff whenever Varai regresses. Varai was very intimidated by Dunette when she first showed up into the gang, very scary lady. But she’s a softie.

Jatay - Dunette

Oh boy. When they first met, they were very uh. Violent towards each other. Got into a lot of fights. (But uh….Jatay likes getting beat up, and Dunette likes making people angry) so, I guess…..it just became their thing?? They’re still very violent towards one another, but I guess they can stand each other??? It’s a love hate relationship thing, but they still love each other (I guess. JATAY WHY ARE YOU SO CONFUSING)

More facts because I looooove her to deathhhh

As you can probably guess, very strong! She can pick up everyone in the gang if she wanted to! (Dice would kill her if she tried)

When she picked up Jatay one time, (sentenced him to air jail) he wouldn’t stop yelling and wiggling to get out of her grasp. She just held him until he calmed down. (An hour record time)

Her name isn’t Dunette Hardwire, she had it changed with what money she had before going homeless for a couple of years.

She’s Mexican and Italian, (dad was Mexican, mom was Italian) but she’s got a THICC country accent. She’s pretty fluent in Italian though thanks to her mom teaching her. She wasn’t close to her dad, she knows some Spanish, not much.

She likes anything pasta related(especially pesto pasta!) she just enjoys food in general. She’s not very picky at all. The only sighing she hates is olives. Not much of a fan on her boyfriend’s minced meat either. But she’ll eat it occasionally if she knows what animal they’re eating. Other wise she’ll downright refuse.

She has attempted to get Jatay to eat something other than just minced meat, to help him at least get SOME muscle on him. It didn’t work so she just gave up.

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TW for child abuse, religious themes, toxic relationships and miscarriages. Under the cut.

Her parents were uh, not very good ppl. They were heavily religious and didn’t like how rebellious their daughter was. Lots of physical and emotional abuse. Her mom was more physically and emotionally abusive. Her dad was more neglectful, and occasionally jumped the “let’s yell at Dunette!!!!!!” Wagon. It was every other day they got into fights about something.

Her mother forced her to shave her face whenever her facial hair became prominent. Dunette never shaves now, just trimming it.

Speaking of which, she does have some religious trauma.

After a year of being on the street and living in an abandoned apartment. She met someone named Judo, they were also homeless for much different reasons.

Judo was a drug addict, but always promised Dunette they would get better. Eventually Dunette was just dumb enough to believe them and one thing led to another and Dunette had gotten pregnant. Judo was pretty abusive themself.

Judo disappeared after that, and Dunette was by herself again. But, after being in a homeless shelter, Dunette had an unfortunate thing happen to her. She had a miscarriage was showering one day, worst part is, she didn’t even know she was pregnant.

Ever since then, she always did want a kid but was really scared to try again in case the same happened again. So she’s just sticking to babying Itzy (and some occasion Varai.)

[thelemoncoffee]

i think it's be really interesting if there was an au where DICE use to be proper criminals (still without killing ofc) but chilled the fuck out, and it comes back to haunt Kokichi later in life.

like hear me out- DICE has been away from crime for a few years now, the worst crimes they do are ocassional graffiti on abandoned buildings and being too loud at night. but in the past they did some proper non killing crimes that racked up enough the local police considered them a gang despite the lack of violence.

Kokichi now has become friends with Shuichi, and has fallen in love with him but hasn't confessed yet, and he regularly sticks around him and his friends while they work together as a small time cold case detective group. one day tho, they get ahold of DICE's cold case.

try as they might, the police were never able to pin down the identities of the members of DICE and when they quit serious crimes, the police decided it wasn't worth the headach to keep trying and the case went cold. now it was in the hands of these small, but very capable detectives who specialize in cold cases, and he's panicking.

what if they figure it out? what if Shuichi hates him because of it? Kaito and Maki have been wanting him to leave the group for a while now, will they use this as their ticket to do so for good? will they throw him and DICE into jail? all of it scares the shit out of Kokichi, all he wanted was to live his new life and eventually confess to Shuichi, but now his past has come to bite him in the ass and might just tear his life down.

i just thought an au where Kokichi quit crime to have a normal life then Shuichi got the cold case would be fun, but i'm also loosely basing this off an older post of mine so Kaito, Maki, and Kaede are all unoffical detectives along side Shuichi in this (they solve crimes illigally, vigilante detectives)

[thedegu]

For no particular reason I gave taken pictures of all of my d20s, and I am posting them with rankings under the cut

All the names listed for these dice are just what I've given them. I don't remember what company has made any of these, so don't ask lmao. They are listed with the character associated with them if applicable. From worst to best, we have:

Chunk 1 D. To be fair to this die, it is meant to keep track of HP in MTG, not to be rolled. That being said, she has a lot of manufacturing defects, to the point I'd never roll her because, well, there is no way she's balanced. However that does not excuse the really shotty paintjob and overall low craftsmanship, she lives inside the bag of holding unless I'm playing mtg and want to keep track of hp with her-- which I usually don't because I both have a better tracking dice in her sister as well as an app and a paper tracker.

Chunk 2, D, Look, I will roll you in a pinch, but blame your brother that I try not to. even though your craftsmanship is much higher wality and you're opaque so I cant see any possible air bubbles inside of you, I just don't trust you like that. I know you came in clutch with that one nat 20 for Madea's save against her father's effect, but look at your brother. Would you trust your manufacturing if you knew that's where you were made, too? I will use you to keep track of HP during commander nights, though, I promise.

Lesbian <3. D, these were hand made dice I bought at a pride fair and I wish I could give them a higher score but they roll like hand-made dice :pensive: like its notable how many times river rolled a 17 with this girl so she's been gently placed in the bag of holding until further notice. she's also super hard to read and you can hardly see the flag in any of the dice in the set outside of the d6. i wannnntttt tooooo loooovvvveeeee youuuuuu

Asphalt, C, bought this D20 on a whim as a single dice. I don't think I've ever rolled it. I've always just reached out for any other dice at the time, including its sister, Funfetti. I guess I should start reaching for this one instead because, given how much Funfetti has been defiant, maybe her sibling will be more competitive.

Berry Blue(jeans), C my first ever dice for DMing but he came in that welcome to dnd bookset with lost mines of phandelver. It has perfectly useable dice but has little nostalgia, even for being my first dm set. does have the knock against it that *technically* my dad bought it for me. But I don't hold it against him too bad; he just doesn't have much pizazz ya feel?

Black n blood, C, I dont rmemver why i bought this, I think it was for a barbaiain character I never really got to play but either way, I don't think I've ever really used this set, it feels basic but it does have more pizzaz then the dice above the stark matte black with the blood red numbers has some flair but I've never really felt the need to roll this set when I have my blood bone set that fills the same niche and are one of my favorites

snow stone| Rossien, C, I don't have too much to say about this die beyond its surprisingly hard to read and, rolls meh.

Sea Dragon, C, is one of my oldest sets of dice and only gets a B because of that. It was the second set of dice I ever bought, but they have ended up in dice jail more than once, brining down their score. They're also super slippery and hard to pick up because of that.

MAGIC! B, i dont remember buying this dice nor ever using them, but boy are they pretty <3 they are in my current rotation of dice

girliepop, B, while i love his color and texture girliepop is just so beat to shit that I hesitate to use it anymore. She's one of my older sets but the one who has aged least gracefully. Im missing a few dice from the set, and the d20 itself is pretty beat to shit from different moves and interactions with pets I wish I did you better girliepop but you're still cute

Funfetti, A, oh, Funfetti, you are the dice that inspired this list. How you always roll exactly one under a verbally set DC so well and so reliably. If I want to miss that DC by a hair, I know who to pick.

Metal Steam | Xavia, A. soild rolls feels good to roll and is easy to read. I don't have much to say besides that

Blood Bone, S, this dice is sooo nice to roll, with its matte surface and good contrast between the numbers and the face. probably my favorite dice to roll, if not use. they're also really good at death saves while mid at most other things wich feels fitting imo

Ace Dice! (ace dice ace dice ace dice), S, a gift from my sibling and my only metal dice, is only on the bottom of S-tier because she's really hard to read and difficult to roll. I love playing and fidgeting with you, but I'd actually rather roll just about any other dice in my collection. You're one of my favorite to handle, and I love showing you to people because you're so much fun to hold and play with, but I wish there was more contrast between the numbers and the faces.

forest green | Ida, S, my first ever set of dice I bought for myself. She's had many characters under her belt, Xavia, Ida, Xildi, Koli, to name a few, but she's so dependable and a GREAT storyteller. if I have an important roll to make, I almost always pick this dice to roll

Purple Magic| ale, S, a gift from @halfandhalfling, from inside a bar of soap. This dice has been through a lot with me and Ale. I almost exclusively use this dice to roll for ale if I'm not using Foundary, it's had some major clutch moments as well as some devastating failures (girliepop cannot make a save for their life) but it is one hell of a storyteller.

Dino | Tyblin, S, a gift from @ijltln the whole set has little dinosaur figures in them and I love them so much, it frustrates me that I couldn't get a good picture of the d20 because it also has my favorite dino in it.

Phinox Fire | Madea, S, a gift from @theboombardbox, this is a liquid-core dice, and it's so much fun to roll. She does not have too many stories connected in her storytelling but she's just so damn pretty that I don't care.

Jaguar's eye | acamapichtli, S, there is going to be a theme for my s-tier as this was a gift from @halfandhalfling. They are the only set of gem dice I own but god, they're so much fun to roll and were clutch during the ancient history arc. They are also my newest set of dice!

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(dis)Honorable mentions

Foundary dice roller: C, I want to like you more than I do, but you've burned me one too many times. Your tools are making my life easier by doing the math, which is reduced by the constant, absolutely abismial rolls. Me and my entire group going whole sessions unable to roll above a 10 on you, is just -- you'd rate yourself this way too if you were me, especially after that beach encounter You know what you did boundary, and you need to do a lot to get that faith back

Roll20 dice roller: D, you can almost see the pattern in the dice rolls. This website's RNG feels way too predictable and almost weighted. it never feels good to roll on Roll20

Google Dice: C Whenever I don't trust Foundary and am too lazy to go get my physical dice, I use you. You roll pretty well and what feels fair. Your interface is easy to use and fun to watch, but you are brought down from an A to a C because, sadly, you are Google.

Random dice roller app i downloaded 10 years ago: A, similar interface to the google one but just on my phone, I should just use this when Foundary is being a bitch tbh, but I always forget I have the app. You might be super old and are probably filled with viruses but you get the job done and I'm thankful for that

[rededgeevents]

Red Edge’s Super-Size Game Night

The mayor of Red Edge has kicked off 2025 with a bang—welcome to Life-Size Board Game Mania, an event like no other! Get ready to step into your favorite childhood games as the entire town transforms into a giant, interactive playground spread across its districts.

🌟 Red Edge Highlights:

Monopoly Madness Be the token as you traverse a life-size Monopoly board! Buy up properties, dodge jail, and try to outwit your opponents. But there’s a twist—if you land on the mayor’s spot, you’ll need to outrun him to keep your title for the day!

Chess Champions Arena The park becomes a massive chessboard where you are the pieces! Work with your team to checkmate the mayor’s king—or risk being “captured” and sent to the sidelines.

Operation Challenge Dive into the ultimate test of precision in this life-size version of Operation. Extract oversized bones and silly objects without setting off the alarm. Careful—the “patient” is prone to tantrums!

Trouble Town Bounce through the giant Trouble board as a human game piece. Hit the massive pop-o-matic bubble to roll your dice, but beware—land on the wrong spot, and it’s back to Start!

Don’t Wake the Mayor Sneak your way through the quietest part of town without waking the oversized "sleeping mayor." Step on the wrong spot, and you’ll hear a booming “ROAR” that sends you back to the beginning!

Battleship Bash Command your life-size fleet in a high-stakes game of Battleship. Dodge the "missiles" (beanbags) launched by the opposing team as you try to sink their ships.

🎲 And More! Explore Candyland in the Sweet District, climb a life-sized Chutes and Ladders near the hillside, or face off in Connect Four at the library plaza.

🎉 Prizes and Perks: Win mini-trophies and collect stamps from each game to redeem for fun prizes, including Red Edge merch, gift cards, and even a chance to shadow the mayor for a day!

🎶 Live Entertainment and Food: Enjoy music, food trucks, and themed snacks like giant “game piece” cookies and “dice” cupcakes.

Like normally, this event isn't mandatory, but highly recommended! If you do plan on going, pleasae tag all outfits, starters, paras, etc as rededgesupersizegamenight and rededgesupersizegamenight only! This event will take place from Friday, January 17th to Friday, January 31st Please like if you plan to attend!

[skullsnpineapples]

There are two kinds of romance in my pathfinder party.

a slow burn between a character and an NPC where there is a long complex backstory and much of it is unspoken

two player characters who are super oppositional and seem to hate each other decide to go for a romance for the meme of it

[hernakedmuse]

Wolf Moon

Word Count: 4,775

Warnings: It's very Rated M people, no minors no babies, this is going to be gory and sexual, this chapter only talk about sexual situations are mentioned.

Synopsis: I'm starting a couple series, one of them is a Twilight series, this one is Jasper x OC, my own OC named Kira Varady who is part witch and part Child of the Moon. I mix my own myths in here and in my Twilight they have fangs, sorry and they cry blood like True Blood.

Jasper feels constantly feeling lonely, he loves his family but he can't completely be himself with them they don't understand, and while Alice is a warm body (figure of speech), she doesn't have his heart, something that he thinks he lost long ago, until a pretty redhead sits down next to him in English.

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Kira

I would hate to live here.

I mean, I know Port Angeles is not Seattle but it at least has restaurants…I see not one restaurant here unless you count that little diner. I can understand why I smell some supernatural sort of thing here, something saccharine like diabetic. It’s the perfect sort of seclusion for a non-human to hide out, but so is Port Angeles, only Port Angeles has bars, restaurants, bookstores, movie theaters, stores beside ones that focus on camping.

But starting senior year thereafter what happened…that isn’t an option for me. The thought of walking those halls again makes me so sick to my stomach that I get a dizzy spell, and not a lot of things take me down. That day in May, it’ll be one I’ll never forget.

Will I miss seeing my friends? Of course, especially my very best one, Zach. How could I not miss someone who is uninhibitedly your best friend, someone who knows everything about you, including the bad…especially the bad. And Zachary Allison wholeheartedly accepts it, even embraces it a little. I love him for it, I’ll miss him for it. Sure I’ll see him outside of school, but when you’re a teenager most of your days are consumed by those walls, and I’ll be seeing those diamond blue eyes everyday.

I rolled down the window of my 1989 black Jeep Cherokee. The Cranberries poured out of my car, Empty wasn’t blasting like some obnoxious kid who thinks they’re in a movie, just loud enough for me to enjoy. It’s a clean car, and has a cherry tree hanging from the mirror along with pink fuzzy dice. My aunt got it for me for my 16th birthday, she’s too busy with her bookstore to take me to a lot of places. I parked in the absolute back of the parking lot of Forks High School, speed wasn’t a problem for me, and I needed time to sulk away from a crowd before dragging my feet in. New jail ,same sentence. 

I’m not much of a school girl, grades aren’t important to me, and college is the farthest thing from my mind. I know plenty of people like me, well not people…plenty of them are well respected scholars, but I really don’t know what I’m doing or going to do. People think once you’re 17 you’ll just have it, I don’t, maybe next year I’ll live in Budapest to stay close to my dad, I need to practice my astral projection anyway and my Hungarian is tökéletes.

I nursed my cold to-go cup of coffee, it’s French Vanilla and rose from my Aunt’s bookstore. Topped with whipped cream and a soft dusting of cinnamon, but I can’t drink it now. I did eat my croissant breakfast sandwich though, sausage, a folded egg, white american cheese, and rose raspberry jam. 

I promised my Aunt Liz I wouldn’t be late, I promised I’d try though, make her feel like she didn’t screw me up. I checked my makeup in the mirror and looked down at my outfit of choice, a sheer lime green button down blouse, only two buttons in the middle done, the rest undone revealing a good portion of my stomach and cleavage, the sleeves are a little long and bell like, and underneath the sheer gossamer material was a cropped black camisole, it matches the black mini skirt that hugged my big hips and backside, I hate how big my ass is but it didn’t stop me from wearing pretty clothes, I guess I’m a masochist. A chain belt with a crescent moon charm dangled from the belt down to my thigh, and black knee high boots supported my feet. I kept the hot rollers in my hair for two hours this morning. My intense copper red hair is heavy and mostly straight, and its length down to my waist makes it easy to keep the body. My lips are too big and my face too round, maybe Heartthrob by Revlon will make it look more subtle. My eyes are bold like everything else on my face, hooded and liquid gold, my eyelashes accentuated by mascara and that’s all.

I sprayed on my Victoria’s Secret body mist and pulled on my leather bomber jacket that was a little too big for my frame and popped in a piece of spearmint Extra gum. I grabbed my pastel lilac Jansport that was bedazzled with a million band pins, and keychains of fuzzy creatures. I got out of the Jeep and made sure it was locked before walking to my doom, and Zach wasn’t there to keep me sane. I put my headphones on and put on my Candlebox CD. I need to block out the sound so I turn it up loud. 

I should turn it on, hear the voices, let them in. To get a feel of my surroundings, but it failed me before, it failed me with him. Haven’t turned it back on sense, but even when I turn it off I still hear some, and with very loud music I can tune it out. 

I couldn’t turn off my nose though, above the usual human flesh which only entices me around a certain time of the month there was that sickly, treacly, syrupy, cloying, sugary smell again. My stom ach turned and I added another piece of gum to suppress the nausea, I really couldn’t smell it, sometimes I’ll smell it when I go to the city, like Seattle, like San Francisco, like Paris, like Budapest. But never in Port Angeles, and in Forks I’m surprised that I smell it so strongly, especially now.

I don’t know what it is, but I know it’s someone, someone not human. But then…then, another scent hit me as I passed through the parking lot, something softly sweet, not fully sweet, but like sweet oranges, aquatic musk, there’s a warm hint of cozy fresh linens being singed by burning embers. It was the most incredible scent in the world! Her mouth water but not in hunger, but in a want, a need for comfort or to be wrapped in like a blanket.

I closed my eyes and inhaled, I didn’t realize I stopped until someone collided into me. Someone who smells like strawberries and freesia but cut nicely with earthy lavender. But she wasn’t on the menu this morning. “I’m so sorry!”

I opened my eyes to see a nervous girl, an apologetic brunette with silky chocolate hair and espresso brown eyes with remorseful, peach lips. “Well it’s awfully nice to meet you sorry, I’m Kira, do you know where the office is in a place like this?” I gave her a teasing smile.

The girl awkwardly laughed, the apology disappearing from her expression and her shoulders began to relax a little. We were both getting looks, probably because she was talking to the new girl, I pushed my headphones down from my copper head. “I’m actually Bella, and I don’t- I-I just moved here.”

I was surprised, she fit in here nicely. “So am I, are you from Portland or Seattle?”

She wore a look of amusement on her face, she has a nice simple face and pretty eyes, like something you’d see in Dutch art, that kind of beauty. “Actually I’m from Phoenix, Arizona.”

My eyes widened comically in shock, making the girl full on laugh now. She looked like what you imagine a Pacific Northwesterner to look like.

“I know, I swear I’m probably part albino.”

“But it’s pretty, like Snow White.” I winced. “Was that rude? Sometimes I talk like an idiot, I swear I can be pretty smart sometimes.”

My voice didn’t help, with its squeakish yet raspy quality, I sounded like a total airhead, or a sick baby.

“I’m sure you can be, but really it’s okay. Where are you from, California?”

“Um” I giggled. “Actually, I live an hour away, Port Angeles most of my life. Before that though, I was from San Francisco for a day.” I’m naturally olive and tan, people assume I’m a native of California a lot because of it, but it’s just my Romani heritage on my dad’s side.

“We should swap stories, tell everyone I’m from Port Angeles and you’re from Phoenix.” She smiled.

I grinned. “That is tempting, but I’ve never been to Phoenix. I wonder why they call it that, I never heard of firebirds there.” I joked, but Bella looked at me like she thought I was serious.

“Let's find the office, I bet he knows.” I walked over to a tall and cute Asian guy who looked like he was right out of Weezer. When he looked at me his eyes widened and I could smell his blood heat up and hear his heart speed up, I could smell his arousal and saw his eyes fall to my ample cleavage, my double D’s always are a bit of a problem I swear. “Hi, I’m Kira, and this is Bella-”

“Varady and Swan, yeah I’m Eric Yorkie, a junior.” He looked at Bella with interest before returning his gaze to me. I sort of swayed in my stance as I waited for him to continue. “I can tell you guys everything you need to know about Forks High School.” He’s very enthusiastic, so far people here are friendlier than at my old high school. 

“I’d love to know where the office is, you’re perfect for the job Eric.” His pupils dilated when I said his name and I couldn't help but laugh. “Hey, are you in a band? You look like an Indie rocker, like Weezer or Smashing Pumpkins or Panic!At the Disco.”

Eric Yorkie looked far too excited at that, I hope he wouldn’t take what I said too seriously. He’s nice and he doesn’t seem to be the most confident, I like people to feel good about themselves. “I-I am, I am totally the right guy for that job- for any job!”

I giggled. “Great, come on Bella!”

Eric showed us the shortcut to the front office, taking us to Mrs. Cope, a sweet little curvy redhead lady who’s about middle aged and smells like Chantilly. “You must be Kira Varady and Isabella Swan!  Welcome to Forks High School!”

From all the voices in the hall, I know everyone expected us. It’s a little place, Forks, Washington. Where everyone knows everyone, and they’ve been here since forever. Bella and I are the most exciting thing that’s happening, and that’s odd being entertained so easily. 

“Here are your schedules and a map of the school, although I see Mr. Yorkie wouldn’t mind helping you with that.” She laughed goodnaturedly as she handed us all that we needed for this year. “And Kira don’t you worry, nothing ever happens here at Forks High School,” I felt my blood run cold as the woman mentioned the event, suddenly I could hardly breathe, of course she’d  know. “I heard about that awful tragedy at your last high school, and my niece Taylor goes to Port Angeles High School. You knew Travis Jones pretty well didn’t you? I’m really so sorry-”

“Yes well thank you Mrs. Cope, for all of this, we really have to find our classes!” I interrupted abruptly and walked right out of the office, I felt so overheated like my brain was going to fry.

I took a deep breath and turned around to face Bella with a false smile plastered onto my face. She looked like she wanted to ask what that was about, but she didn’t. Thank the stars for that. I couldn’t handle that sort of question right now. “I think this is where we go our separate ways, what class do you have?”

“English with Mr. Birdie, you?”

“Um, Literature as well, then Film Studies, Humanities, then lunch, P.E., Anatomy, Photography, Study Hall, and Economics. I’m so glad I’m a senior.” I looked around. “I’ll go and find it, it was really nice meeting you Bella.”

“You too, Kira!”

I made my way down the hall, my hearing was enhanced and I could hear people talk about me, admire me, judge me, some desiring with all their heart to hate me and want me.

“She’s so hot, that’s Kira Varady or however you pronounce it, after that kid got killed at Port Angeles High School she transferred here.”

“Man I don’t know if I could drive an hour out the way to school five days out of seven just because some kid got eaten.”

“Well I don’t mean to be a jerk but I don’t care what got her here, I’m just glad she is, look at that ass it’s like out of a rap video and those tits!”

“She’s kinda ridiculous looking, who dresses up THAT much you know?”

“Her ass looks a little fat in that skirt don’t you think?”

“Lauren, I think you’re jealous because you don’t have one!”

I may be able to turn the mind reading off, but my enhanced senses never go away. Sometimes I wish I was just normal.

I took a deep breath before I entered my classroom. Standing in front of the class was a tall woman with a brown bob and wearing a heavy cardigan and long dress, the classroom was covered in poetic and literary posters. I’m guessing this is Ms. Allen. Her face lit up, warm brown eyes with gentle aging around them just illuminated like a Christmas tree at the sight of me. “Class, our new student has arrived, this is Kira Varady!”

Jasper

I don’t know how many more times I can take this.

How many times am I supposed to be a senior in fucking high school?

Why can’t it ever be college, I think we do the college bit once every couple decades, I think bell bottoms were in fashion last time I got my PhD. At least there I’m surrounded by adults. It’s always high school, nothing is even a little bit interesting in high school, I know those shows like to make it something grand and life changing, they also like to make them more mature thinking, than they actually are. But that’s good television. I’m 158 years old, physically 19, but fuck I’m literally too old for this.

Carlisle said it’s good for me to get used to being around humans, try and adapt myself, try to not kill them when they’re around. You see, I’ve only been an animal drinker for 55 years, that’s not a long time in vampire years. I wasn’t a good man- or vampire, I didn’t feed off just the guilty, sometimes the innocent too and meeting Alice was the best thing that happened to me. She loves me, I think I love her, or I’m not sure I do, but she makes me feel less lonely, and that’s nice especially when adjusting. It’s like I said, 55 years isn’t an awfully long time in our world.

I feel like I’m being stabbed in the throat, and my gums ache something awful, I’m so hungry, and to make matters worse, the boys and some girls have been so fucking horny over the new girls, and as an empath…well that combined with my blood lust hasn’t been making this the easiest day.

I sit in this waste of a classroom, Ms. Allen telling us of our curriculum for this semester, we begin with The Scarlet Letter. I've read that damn book more times than I could remember. I envy all those who could be put down by a bullet, what I wouldn’t give for a .45 to the temple now. When I start spiraling like this, I usually grab Alice, sex sometimes is my only release, it certainly isn’t hunting Bambi.

When that door opened in Ms. Allen’s English class, it hit me. It violently slammed me in the face, the most intoxicating scent, a fragrance that makes my mouth water in a way of uncontrollable biological urge, it came to me in the smells of a botanical aroma, the harsh but beautiful thorns of a rose, a woodslike perfume a musk that ended in the sweet floral  essence of apple blossoms. And in walked the most, gorgeous…girl, creature, nymphlike female. A wild and unhinged beauty, light olive skin that looked impossibly soft to touch, with a doll-like face, round and heart-shaped all at once, the most perfectly round, china doll cheeks and an elegant pointed chin that hinted at Eastern European heritage. Lips, a mouth so full and plush, pillowy and painted a seductive, dusky nude a naked and suggestive color. Her nose is perfect and button-like, doll-like just like the rest of her face, hooded eyes like they crafted from glass and porcelain, marionette-like, with lashes of a figurine, dark and long and sweeping, that flutter to reveal liquid gold. A color I only see on those like us, hers are a butterscotch heaven, the richest shade of topaz. Her marionette face was framed by very long, waist-length thick hair, the color of the most intense copper, with auburn blended in giving it an unreal color inhuman, but despite her thin, perfectly round arch dark colored eyebrows, it is her natural color. It fell and rippled like heavy, expensive satin, I could faintly smell the heat from a styling tool off of them. It did make her bangs frame her forehead prettily. 

I’m not even a little bit ashamed to say that is a body I’ll never forget, that will haunt my waking dreams, none I’ve seen in my 158 years walking this Earth, naturally at least. She’s soft, her curves soft, a waist tiny enough to separate top to bottom, a perky overflowing cleavage straining against a tiny camisole beneath a flowing, sheer top with a color that goes too well with her hair and her eyes and brings out the exotic olive of her skin, and a skirt that didn’t try to hide an ass I’d love to see bouncing on my cock. I’m allowed to have these lewd thoughts, they’re my lewd thoughts after all, although my surrogate brother would disagree, it’s a good thing he’s playing junior.

Kira Varady.

Kira Varady.

Kira, keer-rah

Verra-dee

A name almost as pretty as her, Kira is a Greek name more common in Russia if I can remember, meaning mistress, and Varady is Hungarian. Probably a location name, like most over there. 

I crave to know all about her just as much as I crave her body, I crave those porn star lips wrapped around my cock, I crave to fill her up to my balls in all her holes and to feel her soft curves in my harsh hands, and yet…I didn’t crave her blood, not even a little bit, not at all.

She’s talking, oh and her voice does nothing but encourage my passionate lust, I swallowed in a hunger that doesn’t concern bodily fluids..well…

“Hi, I’m Kira. I’m from like an hour away, and my nose ring is real, I’ve been asked so…well anyway, I’m going to sit.” She laughed breathily in a way that would have put Marilyn to shame, and I would know…I’d definitely know about good ol’ Norma Jean.

When she spoke it was like a raspy, gooey goodness. Light and squeaky with a smokiness. Perfect phone voice. 

I haven’t been feeling so uncontrollably lustful in so long, she’s so tantalizing, and yet her blood doesn't do it for me. What is she? She isn’t very sweet smelling, she’s not one of us but she isn’t human either.

“Uh, well thank you Kira, for that interesting…introduction, you’ll sit beside Jasper.” Ms. Allen instructed.

“That would be me, Jasper Hale.” I said to her once the maenad sat beside me. It’s the only thing I could describe her as, if I ever met one, maybe they don’t exist, but if they did, I think they’d be intoxicating and wild like her.

My voice was more grizzly than I intended, but it was already hoarse from the constant blood hunger in teenage hell, and now with lust I sound like a chainsmoker from Atlantic City.

The amount of jealousy from all around the room was so strong, I wish I could tell them to just stop feeling, but we all know how that would end. She sat down and her eyes met mine, gold on gold, butterscotch meets harvest-dipped dandelion. It was an intense ritual, ritual is how I would describe it because it felt religious, and it felt like we were definitely performing something. It was like mating through eye contact, it was heated, it was humid, it was hot and sticky and if I could remember what it was like to breathe, I’d have a hard time doing it right now. Her smell, her aroma, my eyes almost rolled back, I wanted to feed on her without bleeding her dry. But I wanted to bleed her dry until there’s nothing but me left in her veins. I don’t want to exist without her anymore. When I leave this classroom I need it to be with her, when she inhales and exhales her next breath it better be of me, I want to occupy her oxygen. I want her to choke if I’m not there, I could feel her. I can really feel her right now, I can feel her unbridled passion and her wild lust. I can feel her life-threatening need for me. I could cry from relief, but blood pouring from my eyes would certainly cause an uproar. 

My eyes dared to drop, down to her pouty lips that parted attractively, down to her pulsing throat, down to her smooth, silken, and plump cleavage that was like Italian art.  I made a point. I made it obvious to her where I was looking before raising my eyes back to hers, and I watched her watch me lick my lips and spread my legs in my seat. I was so tempted to ask if she’d like a seat. 

I now want more than anything to spill the blood of any person who allowed themselves to desire her. She’s mine. The major and I made a unanimous vote on account of her definitely being the one, I feel it. He feels it. She was born for me, made for me, her destiny leads down one road and it leads to me. And I am the same, all I went through all of the right the wrong, and all in between was so I could be guided to her. My purpose.

“I think…wait, what were we talking about?” She asked in a breathless laugh, and I wanted to consume her so badly. I wanted to sink my teeth anywhere I can reach so all will know she is mine.

I laughed a little myself,and her heart raced. “You’re Kira Varady, I’m Jasper Hale, and that is what we were talking about, then I was going to ask to see your schedule.”

She smiled, it was innocent and candied. “You are the only person outside of Hungary who pronounced my last name correctly.”

“I’ve cheated, I’ve visited Budapest once.” In the 1910s briefly.

Her eyes widened and it made me ache. “Wow, I go there once a year…” She trailed off, most people would assume she isn’t a smart girl, with her coquettish voice and featherbrain fox appearance, but she hides so much of herself I can tell. She does it for survival, I’d know.  She looked at me again and giggled. “You have an accent, are you from the south?”

“Texas, Galveston specifically.” I smirked. We spoke in hushed tones, like we were sharing secrets…maybe we are. “And-” I slipped her schedule from her desk into my hand as I mentally memorized it. “We have the same schedule.” Or we will after this class, I need to do a little compelling. 

I felt emotions of relief and joy ooze from her, like she felt it too like I knew I was her life line. “Thank Goddess, I literally have lost like two tour guides already and it’s not even the second period!” 

I watched her in awe like she was living art, and you know what? She sort of was, she really was. John William Waterhouse’s medieval maidens couldn’t compare. “Well you won’t lose me Kira.” I purred her name and felt her shiver. “Where are you from, Budapest?” I teased.

“No, just an hour away in Port Angeles. But I was conceived in Budapest in a commune.”

I rose my brows. My wild beauty was created in wild passion, how fitting, and Eastern European woods are known for supernatural happenings, perhaps the answers lie there.

“Somehow I know the story doesn’t end there.” I was encouraged.

She got that faraway look again. “It doesn’t, I was born in a house on Haight-Ashbury, and ended up back in Transdanubia, but then I somehow found Port Angeles with my Aunt Liz.” She giggled but it didn’t reach her eyes and she shook her head. “I’m really not that interesting.”

“I seriously doubt that.” I didn’t let her look away this time.

She didn’t smile or giggle, she just stared, letting her walls drop just a little bit, I could feel her feel comfort in me, nothing tastes sweeter. “Do you still live in Port Angeles?” I won’t allow her to confess in a room full of strangers.

A warm smile was born on her sultry lips as she looked down. “Yes, in an old Victorian on the edge of town…but,” Her smile ran away again. “I don’t go there anymore.” She said slowly and looked away. “The school there…I don’t.” I felt disgust and horror from her and wanted to burn the entire world to take those feelings away. She laughed and shook her head. “Um wow, I’m sorry I just totally zoned out again didn’t I? I know that’s really annoying.”

“Don’t be silly, you could never annoy me.”

“You sound so sure for someone who just met me.”

“Lets just say, I’m good at reading people.”

We were talking for so long, I didn’t realize for how long until the bell rang. I wasn’t lying about us having the same class next, but I’ll have to do some seriously glamoring to get away with the rest.

We both stood up and I took her books and backpack so she wouldn't carry anything. She smiled so radiantly. “You don’t have to carry my things.”

“Please, I can’t feel a thing, these weigh nothing.”

She giggled. “You do look like you work out.”

I smirked at her, noticing my physique. “Yeah but I’m not a meathead, probably the only Texas boy who didn’t grow up with football. I like to hike.”

Her eyes lit up. “I too, like to delve into…nature…the woods are so…calming.”

Call me crazy, but when she spoke spaced out like that, it was kind of really hot. “We should go together sometime, where’s your locker?”

She shrugged with a careless smile. “I dunno, but I have the number.”

“Well lets find it together.”

We quickly did, and I helped her pack her things in. When she closed her door I leaned against it looking down into her toffee-colored heavenly eyes. “Kira…”

She exhaled breathily, her breasts rose and fell beautifully as she looked up into my eyes. “Jasper…”

“Kira, give me your hand.”

She rose a soft palm, nails painted iridescent dark green and fingers adorn with celestial symbols. Between that and the mention of woods, I’d bet my Kira is a little pagan, or wants to be one. I took a sharpie and wrote my name and cell phone number in her palm. 

“That tickles.” She giggled.

She’s so fucking cute. “Do you have a cell?”

She shook her head adorably, I’ll definitely have to get her one. “I read palms you know.” 

Oh she’s definitely an interesting little beauty. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, maybe I can read yours sometime?”

I smiled, she flirted very interestingly, made me want more, like giving me little bites. I leaned in, but Alice came over and interrupted. I was torn between guilt and anger.

I growled and then looked apologetic. 

“Hey Jazz, can we talk?”

My wild beauty looked very jealous and I was glad she felt claim over me, but I also don't want her to feel like she had to fight for me, she doesn’t. I looked at her tenderly. “I’ll be right back okay? Promise.”

And with that sad look and lying smile from her, I disappeared from her with Alice.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

BBU Community Days

@bbu-on-the-side * {Day 8} Barcode

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CW: Police harassment, derogatory/demeaning language, prostitution, implied dubcon

The asshole officer shines a flashlight right in his face, half-blinding him, and he winces and turns his face away. "What the fuck-"

"I said turn it over. Show me."

"Show you what?"

The officer sighs, sounding wearied, and the runaway pet wants to punch him in his stupid smug face. He thinks he's tired? He didn't spend the last day hiding from pouring rain that has streets flooded and people in rain boots half-wading when they have to go out. "You know what. Turn your wrist over and show me your barcode."

"I don't have to do anything." The pet's chin juts out, eyes narrowed to slits against the glare of light still aimed right at him. "Come back with a fucking warrant."

"Okay, I would, but you aren't in a house. You aren't even inside. This is an alley. This is public space and you are causing discomfort to the people who actually do live here. Come on, Boxie, wrist out. Let me see it."

"I don't have a fucking barcode. What, is it illegal to sit now? I'm just sitting. I'm not harming anyone."

The officer looks like he might just sigh so heavily with irritation that he blacks out. The pet waits, a little hopeful, but it doesn't happen. "Listen. Look. You get up and walk away, I'll pretend I never saw you. Nice people in this neighborhood, they don't want you whoring around for your dinner, got it?"

His heart stops - for just a second - before it beats again. He swallows, hard. Some of his defiance has faded before he finds a retort. "What-... What makes you think-"

"I've seen you before, buddy. Down by the warehouse district."

"Why not arrest my John?"

"Your John?"

"Well, how the hell did you think I got here from the warehouse district in the first place, numbnuts? We were having a good time til his fucking girlfriend called."

"... Jesus. Come on. Up you go, get outta here and I won't even look. Just get."

He doesn't have a choice. The runaway pushes himself uneasily to his feet, watching as the cop backs up to give him some space. There's that, at least.

His stomach growls.

When did he eat last? Shit. A day ago? Two?

The flashlight is pointed down, now, and he can see the cop's face. Honestly, he's seen worse. The guy looks pretty fit, too. And Jesus, he's so hungry...

"I don't suppose you'd give me a ride," He says, cocking his head to the side. Defiance slips into practiced seduction with only a shiver of self-loathing down his spine. "I can pay for it."

"Don't bribe me. You don't have a fucking cent or you wouldn't be a whore, Boxie."

"I didn't say I'd pay with money." He smiles, like this is a silly flirty joke between them. "Trust me, I'm good at this. I'm so good. Don't you ever wonder what fucking a Romantic is like? Like a Lamborghini with spread legs, yeah? You drive me back to the warehouse district, you don't check my barcode, and I make this the best shift you've worked in days..."

The cop thinks, jaw working, looking off to one side and then the other. The pet watches him take off his wedding ring and slip it into his pocket with a mix of triumph and hatred.

"Right. Yeah. Get in the back. We'll find a place to park."

His heart thumps and his wrist itches under the ink as he slides into the back of the squad car, with doors that don't open from the inside and a screen he can't break through. Maybe he'll be murdered and dumped in a ditch somewhere. Maybe the cop will just take him to jail.

Or maybe he really will drive him back.

It's always a roll of the dice when he offers himself for a ride.

Sooner or later he'll run out of luck.

[greenlikethesea]

no matter what way you dice it, jesse lacey has never genuinely been brought to justice for what are some of the best documented and most identical accounts of grooming minors and soliciting child sexual exploitation material in modern music, especially in an industry that is rife with allegations of sexual misconduct. for years, he manipulated, groomed, and sexually coerced teenage girls that, had he gone onto do his original career path, he would have had close contact with anyway as a licensed child psychologist. yes, it really is so much worse than you even think.

he did apologize, but it was not adequate. he took no accountability for his harm and he blamed sex addiction, which you can seek therapy for instead of exploiting minors. he did retreat from the public eye for a decade. this is not equivalent to serving jail time or being registered as a sex offender. it's very sad that his child died. this has absolutely no bearing on his actions and is irrelevant to bring up. a family tragedy does not negate the very real, lasting harm he has caused to what are likely dozens of women, since there are probably many more who have not come forward.

"but i loved brand new when i was younger!" there are a lot of bands i loved when i was younger that i'd no longer consider myself a fan of. things change, and so can you.

"i'm a new fan of brand new and this is the first time they're touring while i've been a fan!" there are plenty of bands that i love that i've never seen live, and i can live with that.

"oh but even if that's true, only jesse did those things, not his bandmates or team! we shouldn't punish them!" they were present for and even encouraged/aided/abetted the grooming and manipulation. they are equally to blame.

"hasn't he been punished enough?" no, he has not. he hasn't been punished at all. a trial in the court of public opinion does not have a verdict that will ever really stick for a man like him. he's fine. he lives a comfortable life. he got away with it, because nostalgia is the fucking mind killer and is preventing that fanbase from growing and changing and supporting survivors.

don't buy tickets to this tour. torrent brand new's music if you, like me, still like deja entendu as a piece of art. do not give this man money. do not give this man attention. do not forgive him. move on.

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

Danganronpa if it worked like Stick of Truth

Apollo: South Park au! Clown: OMG it's like a small town au but INSANE Apollo: It's just a chaotic mess Clown: It really would One direction it could could be it's just danganronpa, but they're kids now, but also half of canon "game" is just them making things up Like play pretend! But the bears real Apollo: Who'd be who? I think Shuichi might be Kyle or Stan lmao. Maki might be Craig Oooo like stick of truth style? Clown: Yeah!! Exactly!! Also hmm, Kenny's Miu! Because that's funny Kiibo is butters Cause he gets bullied all the time I do not wanna make kokichi cartman I will cry aksbdkdh I wanna say shuichi could be Stan because of the depression lmao Junko can be cartman/hj If shuichis Stan would that make ouma wendy???

Apollo: Oh god does this mean he gets puked on? Clown: I FORGOR ABOUT THAT OH NOOOO Shuichi feels butterflies in his tummy and thinks he may be dying Danganronpa being a game all the local kids play is just, really fun. Like how in stick of truth they had the main classes and their leaders. They can have something similiar! (Am I saying this so ouma can keep child version of dice?? Yeah) There's a despair and hope side run by junko and Makoto respectively, maybe Tho I don't know what the goal of the game would be? Also hajime going "I have every skill actually" is so funny

Apollo: Probably who can out do each other in dramatics. It'd probably be a murder mystery probably where Junko pulls random people aside and assigns them killer and victim and they have to kill/die in a certain timeframe. Junko would help organize the clues and stuff and they'd hold the trials after. Also, imagine if Izuru was Hajime's twin who's like a prodigy or whatever but didn't want to play so Hajime just went I'll be talented enough for the both of us! Clown: Ouma dramatic recreation of his very serious death in the middle of the street gets interrupted by a car driving by so they scramble to wait on the sidewalk before returning to wailing dramatically Apollo: He finds fake blood and covers himself in it before putting like a bit of metal or something over himself but hears a honk and just throws the metal off and rushes to the side of the road, 'bleeding out' The town is so used to their antics that they don't even blink at the sight of Kokichi covered in blood Clown: Kaitos pulling him along like "go! Gogogogo!!" Shuichi's uncle is letting them use his garage as Shuichi's "ultimate lab" The adults are lowkey invested in the story line ajdvskbdk

Apollo: DICE gets in with planning deaths and stuff because they find it hilarious to watch everyone pretending to be dead/executed. They eventually get banned after everyone realised that Kokichi might be getting clues from them as to who the killer is "How am I meant to be the Ultimate Supreme Leader if you've banned my gang??? " Clown: Ouma keeps complaining saying it was totally fair because one of his skills is sleuthing. So of course he needed info!! "Fine!! They're in JAIL actually!! The reason so many of hajimes classmates survived is because he kept finding "revives" (a bear shaped cookie, or something) and just passed them out to his class He ran out before he could give one to chiaki… Apollo: Yes! Loser is finding all the boosts and is just handing them out Rip Chiaki Kokichi sulks for awhile until one of DICE tell him to grow up and cause hell for them 'Chapter 4.3' freaked everyone out because none of them expected Gonta and Kokichi to team up and kill Miu

Clown: YEAAHH, shuichis frantically flipping through the "rulebook" a spiral notebook junko gave them. "Is this allowed?? Is this allowed???" Their parents are watching from the kitchen window as they witness ouma and gonta put on the act of their goddamn toddler lives Apollo: They're so proud Shuichi panicked and told Kokichi he'd be alone after the trial and started apologizing almost in tears afterwards Clown: Kokichi was holding back his own tear tbh lmao Apollo: Shuichi was just panicking and wanted to seem cool by playing along with everyone. The second it was done, he run after Kokichi to apologize and tell him he didn't mean it Clown: Ouma sniffling and going "we're enemies right now." Meanwhile shuichis just [crying cat emoji] Apollo: DICE is not pleased but allow him to continue playing. Shuichi almost has a breakdown at Kokichi's death because he briefly forgets how dramatic the guy is and thought he went over the top with his death because of what he said Clown: THE CHILDHOOD ANGST His depressive episode when kaito was kidnapped?? That's him sniveling and going "I dont wanna play anymore" while everyone tries to convince him to keep going

Apollo: Kokichi huffs and gives Kaito his phone so he and Shuichi can talk when it's dark. Kaito isn't that shocked to see that Kokichi's room is an utter mess. He is a bit confused and possibly lowkey concerned when he sees the 'evidence' he's hoarded Clown: He's really going all out for the game akshdjhd His "lab" where shuichi finds evidence of previous killing games is a tent in his backyard OMG he's dramatically writing his "this is not a will" note with kaito behind him as he gets really into character Apollo: Kaito is concerned ™ with how in character Kokichi can be but at the same time is slightly jealous in awe because he wants to be like that. Sure he can play into the whole hero thing but the flu is making it hard to keep in character. Kokichi was the one to convince him to use it for the game. Mikan isn't happy because Kaito needs rest to recover quickly but here he is, working out each night before his grandparents call him home and fighting Kokichi He gave his grandparents puppy dog eyes and they let him play as long as he doesn't overdo it Clown: He didn't wanna miss out on the game!! His goatee is a piece of paper he taped to his chin To look "cooler" Apollo: Kokichi keeps trying to steal it as a 'joke', saying he can just draw one for you! Kaito naturally does not trust him Clown: Oumas trying to sharpie his face man They have a sleepover for chapter 5 and he finally succeeds Apollo: The real reason Kaito agreed to kill him /hj

[Clown went to sleep after that, and it's precisely when I bust in with my character assignments, so late it's no longer fashionable & I don't even have a coffee]

Me: Maki Craig, Miu Tweek would make so much sense actually, both how they used to fight all the time & the later relationship, Shuichi would be Stan for sure, Kokichi can be Kyle [haruruma was an attempt at Kai bait ngl] [about Kiibo as Butters] that I can wholeheartedly agree with no, Wendy is Kaede, duh okay, I am beginning to see the Junko Cartman, but for it to be really him, there needs to me more cringefail element, so I suggest Tsumugi, she has way more delulu [this is probably the only instance I used that word and I won't do it again, but also. I did use that because a character like Cartman can be genuinely delusional, like when it seemed he was just trying to take credit for the gay fish joke, until near the end of the episode when it becomes clear he believes his version of the story & is willing to die for it, it's just one of many examples when he just convinces himself of something so strongly, so I do not mean it lightheartedly] energy and that's a requirement here, we're talking about the most disturbed child on the playground Rantaro should be the french? guy that pisses of Stan because he's close to Wendy Kenny Ryoma would work, he's a tortured soul (I would consider Kenny Kokichi but I don't want to) Kaito really doesn't fit anyone, maybe he could be Clyde? (but honestly that gang would be hard to assign anyone)

Chee: theyre both fucking crying like kids do I can see it in my head, Shu apologizing and Ko just keeps repeating that theyre enemies (hes like half messing w him too) WHSHHS THE FLU IN PLACE OF HIS DISEASE IM FUCKING CRYING I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH, Kokichi in this au reminds me of how Mysterion takes his superhero act so seriously imagine if Izuru who doesnt wanna join is the one watching out for the cars for them, he had a little chair and calls out to the others when a car comes by also Junko starting this whole huge game probably bc shes bored sounds funny

Apollo: He just has a megaphone and yells in the most bored voice I love Mysterion so much and I can see Kokichi acting sorta like him "Move or not. I don't care if you get squished for real."

Chee: I honestly just want Ko, Shu & Kaede to be Style & Wendy bc theyre my fav trios WHSHHS BUT HONESTLY KOKICHI KENNY IS COOL BUT HMM do we gotta assign them kids ? :0 Me: you know I said Kyle Kokichi for Style reasons what if I said Pip & Damien Kirumaki? Maki is a good fit for Damien, Pip is Pip [maybe it'd be better to pick a due from a different class tho, idk which assignment is better for Maki] the way main cast treats Pip would have to be adjusted but it's not like there's a better fit for Kirumi amongst those children Angie could be that girl that turned out to be a living ad

Clown: LESLIE??? Omg I love that Cartman tsumugi and Kyle kokichi at each other's throats for real

[dragon-susceptible]

TDP Rewatch S2 E7: Fire and Fury

I realized that I hadn't continued my rewatch in too long, most of my posts are about a fic again, so I'm breaking those up with another liveblog.

Oh Soren got the recap voice this time.

I would love to know what "a game of rolly-cubes" entails. Is this just dice? Is Rayla just cracking a joke because Callum's rolling a cube? Is that an actual game?

"I don't really think about it" yk I don't doubt that she's telling the truth but it does make me laugh considering how very much she was thinking about it when she attained Moonshadow form when she was 8, seven years ago. She's a terrible teacher.

"Does that help?" "No, not at all. But I enjoyed it!" they're so fucking cute, at all times, and my heart cannot take it. I love how wholesome they are after knowing each other for like two weeks.

Wtf has Corvus' last few days been like, traveling between these two idiots? Especially since they also had to have crossed the sea, since they're so close behind the kids (even though they clearly don't know that, as Claudia says they're off the trail). The fact that he's tricked them MULTIPLE TIMES makes me die laughing every time I watch it.

can't blame them though. Look at that kitty face. I would trust him. I shouldn't, but I would. I like to think that's why Amaya likes him. He's a manipulator but not like Viren, he just looks at you with those big brown eyes and makes an innocent voice and you're like oh he's so cute, he wouldn't and then he does something insane.

I love the LOTR reference. "One does not simply walk into Xadia." I love how Callum's telling Rayla all this stuff about the path to Xadia and what it'll be like in Xadia, too, because bro. My buddy. My guy. She did this like two weeks ago. She also lives there. She's got this!

Corvus doesn't even look upset or scared when Soren announces he's a traitor and tries to put him in jail. He just looks tired of this shit. I'm betting he's counting on being stuck in a jail cell because Soren's forgotten to disarm him, so he can probably just pick his lock and get out and back on the princes' trail.

I do wonder what Pyrah was doing around this town. She really does just appear to be looking around. They explicitly say she hasn't done any harm to the village and that's why they haven't shot at her yet.

"Soren, please. Don't start a fight you can't finish." I do see why people saw Sorvus from the beginning, but to me, this hits like an older warrior trying to warn a young upstart not to do something stupid. Corvus has taken on fights he couldn't win before - I'm betting Amaya bailed him out and he learned his lesson and is desperately trying to make sure Soren doesn't learn the way he did. Because he can tell Soren's a good kid, just misguided.

Except he accidentally hits Soren in the insecurities and it completely fails.

I wonder if Pyrah was coming to investigate the human kingdoms because of the lost assassins and the message that reached Xadia? She knows Ezran is alive, as is one of the assassins? But then why stay in this village for three days? What exactly was she doing?

Rayla waking up immediately to the sound of an angry dragon is a moment and I feel like there's deeper analyzation to be had there but I don't have it.

I feel sorry for Soren here even though he's a bitch who started this fight. He realizes he's fucked up and verbally admits it, and then delegates the best he can to minimize the damage. He's only 18, and he has the lives and livelihoods lost of this entire town on his conscience now.

Claudia is also a bitch insisting on him saying she's the best before she'll actually help him "fix" it the way they've been taught to fix things though. She's dragging out the actual help for this village, potentially causing more loss of life, out of spite.

Opeli has really had it out for Viren this whole time and bless her for that, honestly.

The old fable about the lion and the mouse? Yeah that's what Pyrah and Ezran make me think of.

OOF, Callum just hit Rayla right where it hurts by asking her why she's hesitating. There's no way he could have known that word choice would sting her, but that's exactly what Runaan said in the last conversation she had with him before he died.

Oh my god I almost forgot Gren was still stuck down there. He's so aggressively cheerful, and I'm dying, because either he's just that much of a ray of sunshine or he's spiting Viren on purpose. Or both!

"I have nothing left to lose" Viren says, as if he doesn't have kids.

Claudia so cheerfully saying they'll move the dragon in pieces, and flipping through her book excitedly looking at spells using dragon parts, hits different when you think about how dragons are explicitly people in this narrative. Not only that, but she knows they are - she knows the dragons have a king and a queen and a society.

This whole story would have been so different if Rayla had been allowed to go with her parents, because being a guard is really her calling.

It says something about Soren and his soldiers that they don't move to help him fight Rayla until after he's kicked her towards the dragon.

And this is when he starts drawing Rayla instead of Claudia.

Oooh, I like how Rayla bares her teeth at Callum when she sees him threaten to do dark magic.

Pyrah starting to steam the rain off her was such a badass moment.

yeah Ez, hide and seek was a terrible idea, but I also can't roast you too hard because you're literally 10.

I like the crack we hear when Soren hits the rock. Logically, we wouldn't be able to hear bone break under the rattle of his plate armor, but the fact that we can hear it as viewers is a really good subtle moment to help punctuate the later discovery that Pyrah broke his back.

The fact that both of Viren's kids failed in the missions he assigned them. Soren didn't kill the princes, Claudia didn't sacrifice Soren for getting to Zym, and the difference in how he treated them both after.

Viren and his ear bug crack me up every goddamn time.

Once again, that theory about how the whole spell to get the bug was just a metaphor for gay sex and how that's fucking correct, this stupid worm thing becomes Sir Sparklepuff who is explicitly Viren and Aaravos' blood child, I fucking CANT with this show. I'm gonna lose my mind about that every time I see it. I have no idea who the originator of that theory was but I hope they're so vindicated, and I hope they know I think about that So Often.

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David Chiem Ultimate Rebel: Talentswap AU

Casually going to drop my headcanons for an Ultimate Rebel David talentswap. I've surprisingly never seen this one done yet (tho I could be wrong) and I think it has neat potential!

His parents, and elder sister Diana, were all killed when he was 14: Instead of a water poisoning accident as has been (I think?) implied with Xander's folks, it was a murder.

Since I headcanon David's father as a respected political speaker (who's also debatably shady- cough-) I'll say that it was a very targeted assassination on the Chiem family.

Just like Xander, David was the only survivor. It happened at one of his very own speeches. He watched it happen.

David's home-life was never… exemplary, not all the mansions or adoring public eyes in the world could make it so. Yet, things were actually beginning to look up for him and his family for once in this AU. Beginning to change. And then it all was ripped away.

Rumors circulate that Duke Spurling, a political rival of David's father, may have been involved. No one can confirm or deny this, but the man was too powerful to be convicted.

David. Is. Livid. Hope dangled in his face, and then shredded apart in front of his eyes. He really has nothing to lose anymore. While I think giving up may be his first impulse... soon, he'd grow spiteful. Depression is an ever-present stage of his grief. So is anger.

Using the tens of thousands of followers that he's already accumulated in his early speaking career (which would soon reach millions and then worldwide) David devises an organization. He is the leader of this organization, and gains much of the intel himself: But just to make things more efficient, gain easier assistance for himself in matters he can't pull off alone, and stir up some more insanity, he takes quite full advantage of his local lunatic fringe.

This organization is basically an undercover activism group, carefully comprised of fans of his insane enough to do his bidding, yet competent enough to not get caught spying, wealthy enough to bail him out of jail if he so needs in emergency, so on. This fame of his is a resource that Xander didn't have at the same age. He manipulates it skillfully. (If you're familiar with DRV3, think DICE.)

It is called Stardust. Nobody knows of it… until they're intended to.

David publicly snaps live on stage one day, and provides damning evidence to condemn Duke Spurling for the targeted assassination of his family. From then on, his speeches and public brand morpth from sunshiny and inspiring, into gritty, snapping wake-up calls.

David's manager? Locked up too. You can find a laundry list of reasons to legally get someone thrown in the hole, if you're crafty enough. Man was a controlling piece of dirt anyway. Ah; Who knew being liberated and in charge of his life for once felt this good!

(...He will never forget Diana taking that bullet in his place.)

Society is split 50/50 on what to think of David after this. Many are turned off by his sudden switch-around from the gentle-spoken boy he once was, while many others sympathize with his motives or are stirred into action or even mobs and protests by his sharp, brazen words. This controversy sparks massive public debate.

By age 18, the frigging government itself is mildly intimidated by this unhinged blue man.

…And that's how I'd theorize David would become the Ultimate Rebel in a Talentswap AU. Thank you for coming to my ted talk. I'm happy how it turned out and had fun making it up!! ;D Thoughts?