#morgan gets my dice

[ennybunny]

currently dying. thank you so much, digestive system, ur a true pal

[arthursfuckinghat]

☽⋅𖤐⋆ Against the sun, we're the enemy. ⋆𖤐⋅☾

[reidmania]

Hey😁 you said request were open and i was wondering you could write a spencer reid fic where him and the reader get into a petty argument or something and he says something a little mean and has to grovel to the reader because she’s upset? I love your work by the way and you can add or take away whatever you want👍😊

not so funny | spencer reid

summary; after a rough day, Spencer accidentally takes his frustration out on you leading to a lot of guilt and grovelling.

warnings; spencer is mean, fem reader, he calls reader a bitch but he makes up for it, arguments, hurt x comfort, crying, it ends up being pretty cute.

an; ITS MY BIRTHDAY GUYS!!!!

“Come on spencer” You almost groaned as your voice itched with irritation, your hands flew up before dropping by your side. You were stood in the kitchen, trying to make dinner but the pasta on the stove and vegetables half cut on the counter were long forgotten.

Spencer spluttered, “You aren’t listening to me!” He groaned, bringing his hands up to his face dragging them down over his eyes as he turned his body away from you to the side. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes — this entire argument was pointless.

It started all because Spencer had come home after a bad day and was slightly snappy with you, just briefly and when you made a joke about it — he didn’t seem to take it as a joke.

“It was a joke — God” You sigh, turning back to the vegetables you were dicing before he walked in the door after work, but honestly with the annoyance bubbling in your chest you doubted you should be responsible for a knife right now.

His eyes widened, “But it’s not funny! You were just being a bitch” He mutters out, shaking his head before the realisation of his words fell on him the same time they fell on you.

Your entire face fell. Never had Spencer called you anything like that — he had commented repeatedly how much it pissed him off when peoples partners called them names like that. He had never been anything other than gentle with you.

He said your name as his eyes fell on your face. Before he could even open his mouth to apologise you were pushing past him to walk away. His hands reached out to grab ahold of your wrist as he repeated your name but you only flung his arm away from yours and you continued walking to the bedroom.

Spencer stood with his head in his hands as he knew better than to follow you right now. All the anger he had felt from the day that had built up slipped away when he saw the look on your face. — Hurt. He hurt you all because he had a crappy day.

He heard the bedroom door slam shut causing his shoulders to flinch slightly. He wanted nothing more than to follow you and spend the rest of the night apologising to you, he didn’t think there was anything he could do to express how sorry he was.

But he knew better than that. He knew it would just annoy you more if he walked in there right now and that was the last thing he wanted.

Instead he spent the next hour in the kitchen finishing the dinner you had started making — He knew wouldn’t taste nearly half as good as it would if you made it, his cooking skills no where near as good but he found himself doing it anyways.

He relished in the slight distraction but it only did so much as his mind continued travelling to you and the words that had left his mouth. He didn’t mean them. You weren’t a bitch. You were nothing of the sorts and the fact that he had even let that slip sent guilt coursing through his veins.

The day had been nothing but shit. To say the least. Everything was going wrong and Spencer couldn’t shake the annoyance. It didn’t help that right before leaving he had gotten into an argument with Morgan about something on a past case.

He didn’t mean to take his bad day out on you, he never did.

He finished the dinner, but the appetite he once had disappeared as it replaced the spot in his stomach with nothing but guilt. His feet trailed towards the door of your shared bedroom.

Every step was filled with dread as his mind traveled to every possibility. His heart shattered into a thousand little pieces as he heard your soft hiccup through the door.

“Honey?” He brought his hand up to knock on the door gently with his knuckles. His tone was the softest he had used his day — completely the opposite to what it had been the last time he spoke to you.

You didn’t reply but you went quiet. Probably trying to hide the fact you were crying. That made him feel worse — he deserved to feel worse. He knew that.

“Dinner is ready.. Are you hungry” He asked, not pushing his way through the door he was talking to you through. There was a pause on the other side of the door.

You, were curled up on the middle of your bed. Spencer’s hoodie was tugged up over your knees as they pulled to your chest. Your face was blotchy and scarred by the soft tears that stained your cheeks.

You hadn’t been able to shake Spencer’s words no matter how much you tried. You knew he was angry and had a bad day but you couldn’t help but be beyond mad — unfortunately when you are mad it ended in tears.

You wiped the tears from your face as if that would have any effect on the sound of your voice. “No.” You replied, trying to put on the most secure voice you could muster up but it wavered none the less and stayed quiet.

Your heart pounded as you closed in on yourself. “Can I come in?” He asked.

You wanted to say no, push him away and tell him to go fuck yourself, but you couldn’t bring yourself to, a small part of you aching for his comfort no matter how mad you were, you wanted to hear him apologise, even if you failed to believe it.

“Okay.” Your voice was small.

The door was being pushed open gently a moment after and you avoided meeting Spencer’s gaze, keeping your gaze fixated on the plush of the crisp white sheets that covered the bed.

If you did look at him, you would’ve seen his heart break all in his features at the sight of your tear stained face. His feet pattered towards you as he sat down on the edge of the bed, a respectable distance away from you, not wanting to push any boundaries.

“Im sorry” He said quietly, it sounded genuine and it burnt a way into your chest. You never brought your eyes to meet his as your mind failed to comprehend a response. You didn’t have a whole lot to say.

So instead, you just nod.

He frowns. “I am really - Im so sorry.” He said, shifting uncomfortably on the bed, eyes trailing over your face, uncomfortable silence washing over the room as he tried to figure out what to say next. “I had a shit day — which isn’t an excuse. I should’ve never called you that. I shouldn’t have taken my bad day out on you” He muttered.

You nodded curtly. “Okay.” Was all you said in response. There wasn’t a lot you could muster up as despite his apology his words burnt into the back of your mind, leaving a engravememt on your brain.

He frowned deepened. He knew he didn’t deserve your forgiveness and he didn’t expect it. He hurt you and he apologised hated that.

“I love you.” He said softly. Even if you didn’t believe his apology he wanted you to at least believe that he loved you.

You just nodded feeling a lump in your throat as your chest grew impossibly tight. You kept your arms wrapped tightly around your knees, holding them close to your chest almost as if to try and numb the burning sensation that made its way through to your ribcage.

You didn’t answer.

“I’ll leave you a plate in the microwave okay?” He muttered after a moment of silence. The silence dawned heavy and cold. You didn’t bother replying as he stood up.

His gaze lingered on you for a moment before a soft sigh left his lips. “Im really sorry” He apologised again.

You didn’t see him again that night, you assumed he slept on the couch which made you feel slightly bad but you were so.. hurt.

The argument was stupid. He knew that, he knew it was a joke and any other time it wouldn’t have bothered him in the slightest, he hated how the one time it did he took it out on you.

The next day you didn’t see Spencer when you woke up, you assumed he went to work which made a puddle of relief fill your stomach as you realised you were able to self indulge in your feelings while he was away.

You missed him.

The door opened at 7:34, a lot later than when Spencer usually arrived home and for a while you were genuinely considering maybe he wasn’t going to come home.

You turned to face him as he stepped into the kitchen where you were, the same positioning the two of you had been in when the argument first arose.

“Hi.” He said softly, placing his car keys on the counter. You looked over him and guilt fell as you he looked a mess.

He pulled his arm from behind his back, handing you a gorgeous bouquet of flowers. He chewed at his lip nervously as you didn’t say anything but took the flowers from his hand, looking over them.

Your favourites.

“I know flowers aren’t an apology, thats not why I got them” He said quietly, you remembered a conversation you had with him about hating how guys got their girlfriends flowers as an apology — and he agreed, going on to say that guys should be getting flowers constantly.

You perked up slightly as you furrowed your brows in confusion — if not an apology why now.

“The last ones I got you are browning.” He said, reading your look of confusion. Your lips pursed as you looked over at the vase you always kept the flowers Spencer got you in. They were in fact browning.

He dragged his hand through his hair as he placed a grocery bag on the table, before looking back at you. “You aren’t a bitch, you weren’t acting like a bitch, if anything I was.” He said, taking a few things out of the bag.

Your favourite snacks, your favourite drinks and a small velvet box.

Your heart tightened slightly.

He took a step towards you and you stayed in place, pulling your eyes away from the items on the table. “Im really sorry I ever said that. It was stupid and disgusting of me” He hesitantly brought his hand up to your face.

You tensed slightly but didn’t flinch away, allowing him to push strands of hair behind your ear. “You are gorgeous, inside and out. There isn’t a bitchy bone in your body and Im sorry.” He said gently.

“I am so mad at you” You said, the first proper thing you have said to him in days. He knows it shouldn’t but just hearing you talk made his pulse relax slightly — and then speed up all over again.

“Good.” He said gently, “Thats- Its a good thing. You should be mad.” He said softly, “Id never want it to be a situation where you allowed that.. where it happened often enough for you not to be mad. Be mad, mad is good. Don’t be silent” He said as his thumb brushed gently over your cheek.

You hummed. You knew deep down silent treatment was the worst for Spencer, but honestly last night you had nothing to say. “You can yell at me, scream — hit me if you want” His tone was so gentle. You just scoffed, “Im not going to hit you” You said.

He smiled, “I know.”

“You have a lot of making up to do you know.” You pushed out, trying to ignore the way your face instinctively leant into the warmth of his hand, relishing in the soft roughness of his hands.

He nodded, “I’ll do anything, sweet heart.” He said and his tone held nothing but genuine emotion.

“Okay.” You nodded.

“Okay?” He asked.

“Okay.. Spence I just said that” You huffed out. A smile lit his lips, he leant down to place a gentle kiss to the top of your head, you tried to hide the smile on your face.

“Okay.” He repeated making you groan but you were smiling nonetheless.

Spencer spent every second apologising for the next two weeks, buying you everything he saw that he thought you would like and going above and beyond until you physically and verbally said that you forgave him.

[teasibby]

My thesis idea got approved and so far I am working on it under a wip name of "Storytelling and use of affects in Dungeons and Daddies". My first hypothesis is that Anthony's experience as a writer shines through in the base story and collective storytelling adds to that, with the dice bringing elements of improvisation and humour. That's all good, I am thriving with this section and it is so fun.

The part I am struggling is my second hypothesis is that each family represents some sort of conflict within them and each child represents an emotion. The dads need to face both, the emotion of the child and the conflict of the family before they can move on. The conflicts are handeled with a help of fantasy genre conventions. But this is where I am stuck in!

(The overanalytical drabbles of my ideas under the cut)

The Oaks are like super obviously dealing with a generational trauma that is a physical creature in the fantasy world. Lark and Sparrow are repserenting love and hate, both of them. The thing is that one internalises the hate and gives out love to cover it; one gets consumed by the hatered and aims it outside and is repulsed by the idea of love fixing everything.

The Stamplers on the other hand! The conflict starts out as Terry rejecting the idea of Ron as a "new father". He is grieving, not ready to let go of Terry sr. He goes through literally every step mentioned in Patrick Colm Hogan's book "What Literature Teaches Us about Emotion" (2011) So Terry represent grief, quite clearly. But that conflict is solved by the end of Saving Terry arc! The next conflict starts when we get to Ron's memories and we see how Ron never recieved parental love. It is being spelled out how Ron tries so hard to be something he never got to have; a safe father figure. But Ron doesn't have quite as clear conflict as Henry or say Darryl have, and I am struggling to put this thought out with fewer words.

Aaand The Willsons have such a good conflict and Grant says it out loud, thank you Anthony! They speak, but they never talk. Carol and Darryl's marriage is falling apart because they do not talk about the things that are bothering them. They are stuck to pretending that everything is okay, taxes mean sex and movienights are dates. Very safe, very mundane, very not passionate. Grant has never seen his father cry. When Yeet and Killa are discussing if Grant should kill someone or not, Grant says out loud the problem in their family "If my father has taught me anything, it's that we can always talk about it later." He is just 12, but Darryl forgets that very effectively. He guides Grant by framing close and serious matters to be more distant. ("Hey buddy, I need your help here a bit. Kill that chimera and we can make burgers, you'd like a burger, Yeet would like a burger yes?") Grant therefore represents distance and not being good enough. Darryl is very proud of his son, but never says it to his face in a way that would reach. The silence is also funnily enough incorporated into the fact that Frank's vision can't talk to Darryl.

Finally, The Closes. Where do I even start. So the conflict is the other parent dying. It affects both of these characters but neither of them is willing to face that feeling. They wrap it in a narrative of "We will do. It's fine, I'm cool, doesn't even bother me". Where Terry is allowed to grieve his father, Nick is not (by Nick, I think he denies it himself in order to please or impress or appeal to Glenn). Glenn doesn't do it either, because as we hear in the trials, he felt like Nick needed a strong father who had his shit together. The moment Morgan was gone, Glenn switched to a survival mode. They both describe their relationship to be buddy-like and "tight", they are very laid back. As much as Darryl, Glenn also tends to forget that Nick is like what, 12. I think Nick's need for a father can be found in his saving arc. He's so excited to have found a forest full of drug-flowers, because he knows Glenn likes that. He asks if they can "leave the others behind and stay here". The fantastic isn't scaring Nick, he sees it as an oppoturnity where Glenn isn't going away and he gets to be around him. But where I struggle is to put this in one emotion that Nick would represent. Is it seek of approval? Grief? Safety? Stability?

So... That's quite a lot. If you have any thoughts on the feelings or conflicts feel free to comment or slide into my DMs! I am not in the official discord but just know that if I were this would fly out there so fast. I also might not answer right away, I don't have this app on my phone lol.

I just need to get this out and I figured you might appreciate these more than my poor loved ones who don't even listen the podcast. My three hour yappings about each kid just goes straight through xd

[socialfilter]

Red Dead Redemption 2 Characters as ABBA songs

- a 7am thought come to fruition by me, a deluded little guy

Arthur Morgan - The Winner Takes It All

The gods may throw the dice, their minds as cold ice, and someone way down here, loses someone dear.

John Marston - Name of the Game

If I trust in you, would you let me down? Would you laugh at me, if I said I care for you? Could you feel the same way too?

Lenny Summers - Take A Chance on Me

Gonna do my very best and it ain’t no lie. If you put me to the test, if you let me try.

Susan Grimshaw - Fernando

If I had to do the same again, I would, my friend, Fernando.

Tilly Jackson - So Long

Tracy, Daisy, they might be crazy but I’ll never be your girl.

Mary-Beth Gaskill - Honey Honey

the way that you kiss goodnight, the way that you hold me tight.

Karen Jones - Chiquitita

you’ll be dancing once again, and the pain will end

Sean Maguire - Does Your Mother Know

Now you’re so cute, I like your style, and I know what you mean when you give me a flash of that smile.

Molly O’Shea - SOS

so when you’re near me darling, can’t you hear me? SOS

Dutch Van Der Linde - Angeleyes

and one day you’ll find he wears a disguise. don’t look too deep into those angel eyes.

Hosea Matthews - I Still Have Faith In You

do I have it in me? I believe it is in there.

Marion ‘Bill’ Williamson - Me and I

yes, I am to myself what jekyll must be to hyde

Micah Bell - On and On and On

keep on rockin’ baby till the night is gone

Javier Escuella - The Visitors

Voices growing louder, irritation building, and I’m close to faintin’- crackin’ up!

Charles Smith - When All Is Said And Done

It’s so strange, when you’re down and lying and on the floor. How you rise, shake your head, get up and ask for more.

Mary Linton - Knowing Me Knowing You

here is where the story ends, this is goodbye

Charlotte Balfour - Andante Andante

play me time and time again, make me strong

Jack Marston - I’ve Been Waiting For You

I love you, I adore you, I lay my life before you.

Abigail Roberts - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away?

Sadie Adler - Voulez-Vous

masters of the scene, we’ve done it all before and now we’re back to get some more

Josiah Trelawny - Eagle

And I dream I’m an eagle, I dream I can spread my wings and fly

Kieran Duffy - Suzy Hang-Around

Nobody wants you around here and that’s for sure. So get off our playground and stay away.

Rains Fall - Slipping Through My Fingers

Then when she’s gone, there’s that odd melancholy feeling and a sense of guilt I can’t deny.

Eagle Flies - Lay All Your Love On Me

Now everything is new, and all I’ve learned has overturned, I beg of you.

Reverend Swanson - I Have A Dream

I believe in angels, something good in everything I see

Bonus:

Arthur/Mary - My Love, My Life

you are still my love and my life, still my one and and only

Sadie/Abigail - One of Us

one of us is crying, one of us is lying in her lonely bed.

Arthur/Charles - Our Last Summer

living for the day, worries far away.

John/Abigail - Super Trouper

The sight of you will prove to me I’m still alive.

[evilspiritweek]

rc9gn driving headcanons

Randy - Not like,, old enough to get a license during the run of the show, but I do believe he thought Mario Kart translated to actual driving. Gets tickets a lot, but surprisingly never gets into an accident

Howard - On the same level as Randy, I imagine. Really sees it more as a status symbol than actually uses it. In turn though, when he gets his own, he does become a better driver. I firmly believe his personal car would have those fuzzy dice hanging on the mirror

Heidi - I initially thought she'd be a bit reckless, but in actuality, I think she'd be one of the safest drives bc she's low-key on edge the whole time. This is partially due to the fact that it's her parent's car at first, but his anxiety carries over into her personal one tenfold. Again, it's a status symbol. Howard is not allowed anywhere near her car, but if her dad forces her to take him somewhere, he's sentenced tot he back and can't even sit shotgun

Viceroy - Dreads driving. Not necessarily a bad driver, but he hates having to drive with the rest of the public. Thankfully, his job means he doesn't really have to do it much.

McFist - He would get chauffeured around a lot more than actually drive, which is good because he kinda sucks. Definitely no accidents, but he's too impatient, so he'd have bad road rage if he needs to get somewhere. That begin said, if he was just cruising, I think he'd stay in his own lane and actually be chill. Goes to those antique car shows.

Bash Johnson - Technically has his own car, but it'd be under his dad's insurance. Always going at least fifteen above the speed limit. Would ride your ass until he could pass you, flip you off, and then sit at the red light in the lane parallel to you because he didn't realize it was going to change.

Marci - Similar to her husband, doesn't need to drive, and that's probably for the best. She doesn't drive bad, but her parking is the worst- takes up two spots every single time. But at the same time, what are you gonna do about it? That's McFist's wife bro?? (I think she'd actually be really nice about it tho- she can totally adjust if you asked)

Mr. and Mrs. Driscoll - Their licenses have expired.

Principal Slimovitz - I think he'd be a good driver, but with how many times his car's been totaled, he'd also have really bad road rage. If you see him trying to merge, just let him in. His car's been totaled three times that month already, he totally ready to make it a fourth.

Morgan - shes fine overall, but ooooh my god, does she tailgate like it's her fuckign job. Only one in the Dancing Fish with a car, so expect to see all of them squashed in their after practice.

Rachel - Abysmal. doesn't know the first thing about cars. It starts making a funny noise and she's just like "oh! that's a new one ^.^" until her car stops working all together. She knows she's supposed to change the oil, she just doesn't know how frequently or why.

[teatimetea]

Yapping About Twst Oc's Warning

Bug "boogie" - Oogie Boogie (Nightmare before christmas)

Diasomnia

Class 2-B

5'4" / 165 cm

Homeland|Town: Valley of Thorns / all Hallows Eve Village

Best Subject: Ancient Incantations

Club: Science

Hobby: Embroidery

Talent: Winning at Gambling, card games, dice games, honestly most luck based game

Likes: Bugs, Milkshakes, Star-Gazing

Dislikes: Gambling, Casinos, Bright Places

Unique Magic: Snake Eyes: Causes the worst possible outcome to play out on the target

Punka Goodfairy - not based off of anyone in particular but is raised/created by the three fairys from sleeping beauty

Diasomnia

Class 1-C

Homeland : Valley of thorns (somewhere)

Best Subject:  Astrology

Club: Mountain Lovers

Hobby: PaintBall

Talent: Sword Fighting

Likes: fireflies, foggy mornings,  Plants/gardening

Dislikes: “Bravery”,  Lilia’s cooking,  Essay writing, Sebek (grows to enjoy his company)

Unique Magic: Clay of Life: Bringing inanimate objects to ‘life’ .

Trivia: Missing half of an arm, Lost it in a magical accident as a young boy

Nathaniel "Nathan" Mad Hatter - Mad Hatter (Alice in wonderland)

HeartsLaByul

Class 2-E

Birthday: June 17th

Age: 17

Height: 5’6”

Hometown: Rose Kingdom -> HayBale Hamlet

Best Subject: Art

Club: Gaming

Hobby: Photography

Talent: Flower Arranging

Likes: Tea cups, unbirthdays, dancing in the rain

Dislikes: Broken Glass, Riddle Yelling, thunderStorms

Unique Magic: Hatter’s Illness: Constantly In effect, Allows Nathan to numerous nonsensical things. Pull cakes out from his hat. Eat tea cups. Cut tea cups in half for a half cup. Among other oddities.

Bruce "Brucie" Martin - Brucie (Finding Nemo) {great white shark}

Octavinelle

Class 3-A

Birthday: April 24th

Age: 18

Height: 8’ / 243 cm

Hometown: The Restless Sea

Best Subject: Defense Magic

Club: Literature club

Hobby: knitting, song writing

Talent: singing (will not tell a soul)

Likes: soup, the library,  strawberries

Dislikes: fighting, early mornings,

popcorn

Unique Magic:

    Red Rage: able to great damage, With minimal effort. Going into a blinding rage that causes major damages. Needless to say there is high risks.

Anchor Fisher - Anchor (Finding Nemo) {hammerhead Shark}

Octavinelle

Class 3-B

Birthday: August 7th

Age: 18

Height:7’6” / 231 cm

Hometown: The Restless Sea

Best Subject: Magical History

Club: Hockey

Hobby: kickboxing

Talent: Playing Piano

Likes: Cake decorating, jelly doughnuts, magic 8 balls

Dislikes: Pranks, smoking, rodents

Unique Magic:

    You Can’t Hide/I Found You: Once his unique magic is set off Anchor is able to locate anyone with a # radius of him. 

Chum Graham - Chum (Finding Nemo) {Maco shark}

Octavinelle

Class 3-C

Birthday: March 16th

Age: 18

Height: 7’3 / 222 cm

Hometown: The Restless Sea

Best Subject: PE

Club: Music club

Hobby: Dance Choreography, Painting

Talent: Curses

Likes: shark gummies, music, C A F F I N E

Dislikes: winter, zoo’s, staying indoors

Unique Magic:

    Counter Strike: doubling the users speed,

Allowing for them to get in several hits on the Target with an increased damage output.

Morgan Ashengrotto - Morgana (little mermaid 2) {ursula's little sister} *Azul's baby cousin

Octanville

Class 1-C

Birthday: February 24

Age: 16

Height: 5’4”

Hometown: Coral Sea

Best Subject: potions

Club: Light music

Hobby: playing video games, colouring books

Talent: can do almost any math in his head quickly

Likes: Muffins, Rain,  mint, black roses, indie music

Dislikes: Azul. blueberries, raisins,  peanuts

Unique Magic:     I’m Gonna Get My Wish:  (N/A | To be determined)

Othello Kumar - Iago (aladdin)

Scarabia

Class 2-D

Birthday: January 27th

Age: 17

Height: 5’6” / 170 cm

Hometown: Scalding Sands

Best Subject: Flying

Club: Horse-Riding

Hobby: crossword puzzles, wood cutting, Dancing

Talent: lyre

Likes: Romance, ghosts, Pranks

Dislikes: Pigeons, big dogs/cats, crowds Unique Magic:     UM Name: (N/A | To Be Determined)

Yazzy Vega - yzma (Emperor's new groove)

Scarabia

Class 1-A

Birthday: march 28th

Age: 16

Height: 5’3”

Hometown: Gulf of El Dorado

Best Subject: Potions

Club: Science

Hobby: Darts, potion making

Talent: Potions and curses

Likes: Roses, Literature, Power

Dislikes: being wrong, Bees, wilderness

Unique Magic:     UM Name: (N/A | To Be Determined)

Richard Trien - Drizella Tremaine (Cinderella movies)

Pomefiore

Class 3-E

Birthday: september 8th

Age: 18

Height: 5’9” / 179 cm

Hometown: (unnamed) - Land of Pryoxene

Best Subject: Potions/Magical History

Club: Film Studies

Hobby: Jewellery Making, Vintage clothing collecting

Talent: Acting and Calligraphy

Likes: Dressing up, Musicals, Organizing

Dislikes: Math, death metal, mice

Unique Magic:

    UM Name: reversal of time ? (To Be Determined)

RSA specific ocs ahead

Cinder Trien - Cinderella (Cinderella movies)

Unnamed Dorm (snowwhite themed)

Class 1-A

Birthday: June 1st

Age: 17

Height: 5’10

Hometown: (unnamed) - Land of pyroxexe

Best Subject: Animal Languages

Club:

Hobby: Sewing

Talent: Negotiations

Likes: Repairing things, mythology, romance novels, dreams/dreaming

Dislikes: doing all the chores, old traditions that are harmful or make people unhappy,

Unique Magic: No Task Too big!: with the swift wish, one is able to multitask on a whole new level. Making no task too big for one individual. It takes practical magic too a whole new level because it requires less concentration and more determination

(that's Not even all of them, just the ones i have the most written down about)

[verdemoun]

how would rdr1 change if everyone survived? If the gang still fell apart and John was still forced to hunt down his associates, what would happen now that there were more to hunt?

cracks my fingers if EVERYONE survived? oops i hit the tumblr word count who knew that was a thing

The list John has to hunt down is heavily based on notoriety. Assuming Charles, Sadie, Pearson, Orville, Mary-Beth and Tilly were still alive in rdr1 - Ross only tasked him with hunting down the members of the gang still considered the scourge of society.

His new list includes: Mac and Davey Callander, Sean Macguire, Karen Jones, Hosea Matthews, Bill Williamson, Leopold Strauss, Josiah Trelawney, Micah Bell, Dutch van der Linde, and Arthur Morgan. Javier has been considered MIA since Beaver Hollow, and never resurfaced in Mexico (to John's heartbreak, who was very in love with Javier and genuinely believes he is dead).

In hunting down the old gang, he incidentally runs into a lot of the former gang members while looking for the rest.

Lenny took Hosea's advice, and with a forceful shove from Arthur, took off before the shootout at Beaver Hollow and became a lawyer. John goes to him first to try and get his family back legally without needing to hunt down the gang - no dice. But Jenny's looking well! She eventually agreed to Lenny's constant 'please, please, please, please-', and they're very happy together. Very modern marriage for the time period: she's technically his receptionist, but does PI work when he's stuck on a case.

Davey's the first target John locates. Despite being injured, he ran off in Colter to try and find Mac. While missing the plot of rdr2, he built up a decent gang of morons for himself. Easily taking enough out to send the last few running, John tries to insist he can take Davey in alive. Davey refuses, and they end up in a stand-off that John effortlessly wins. One down.

Pearson (for entirely selfish reasons - their coach robberies are driving up prices) gives John a tip that Karen and Sean are believed to be hiding out in a shack somewhere in Lemoyne. Despite them putting up a hell of a fight, with many fire bottles involved, he's able to take both alive. Sean's already contacted Lenny to try and avoid the noose, and Karen's going to play the helpless little lady at the whims of a madman to escape charges. The bureau is forced to be a bit more law abiding than the pinkertons, so John is cautiously optimistic they'll actually be okay.

Next, he finds Strauss running a scam in the slums of Saint Denis. Strauss surrenders much more easily, due to not understanding how many of his crimes have been traced back to him: if he doesn't hang, he'll die in jail anyway.

In Saint Denis he also bumps into Tilly, who merrily invites him over for dinner. Grimshaw, and shockingly, Molly, are there: employed by the Pierres as nannies. Tilly already heard from Arthur about him hunting down the gang, but is surprisingly supportive Only because if it was her family, she would do the same. Despite knowing Arthur is on the list, she gives him a very stern younger sibling talk about not visiting him in over a decade. John makes a lazy excuse.

Next comes Trelawney. John expects the old con to come quietly, but instead ends up in a shootout with his sons Tarquin and Cornelius. Bandits in their own right, they're not willing to let their last surviving parent surrender. John, regrettably, ends up killing both to save his own skin. Trelawney is left broken, and says he will turn himself in if John gives him the chance to bury his children himself. John agrees.

In Valentine he runs into a delighted novellist Mary-Beth and significantly less delighted Kieran, working at the stables. Kieran actually stayed in Beaver Hollow after Mary-Beth left, and helped John escape at Arthur's insistence when Arthur thought he wasn't going to get off the mountain. They advise him to go west if he wants to find Bill, who Kieran still dislikes more than John.

Bill's gang isn't nearly as terrifying as it is in rdr1: a small band of deviants (read: homosexuals forced to become criminals because society wouldn't let them to live in peace). Bill still shoots John, and he ends up at the MacFarlane's ranch.

Where he hears a familiar voice - and finds out Javier is still alive and has been working for the MacFarlane's as a vaquero. Javier is incredibly bitter about how the VDLs ended and shows nothing but resentment for John for abandoning Dutch, and hunting the gang down all these years later.

It's romantic tension, fellas. Obviously they end up having sex before Javier agrees to help John find whoever's left - so John can go back to 'playing happy little family' and leave him the hell alone.

The two of them are more than enough to wipe out Bill's gang. In the back room, they find Bill very softly patting Mac Callander's hand, explaining he's got to 'go away for a bit'. Mac survived his encounter with the pinkertons in 1899, but was left with severe brain injuries and Bill had secretly been caring for him ever since. Bill agrees to surrender, only for Javier to shoot him realizing Bill had a trigger in his hand and enough dynamite to leave Fort Mercer a smoldering crater.

They take Mac to a hospital, where he can live comfortably for however long he has left. John tells the bureau he died in the shootout.

Following the natural progression, they find Hosea living in the little cottage he once shared with Bessie. Age has not been kind to him, but he's delighted to see John, and even more delighted to see John and Javier riding together again. Without a word of protest, Hosea packs his bag and comes willingly. It's a few days' travel to the nearest station: they pitch tents around a campfire, drink and tell stories just like the old days. Hosea convinces Javier to play guitar again. But the ride proves too much, and Hosea passes away in his sleep. John very quietly hands over his body over.

Dutch and Micah are next. They have been riding together ever since Beaver Hollow: completely unhinged. Typical rdr1 Dutch behavior but worse, encouraged by Micah who is as conniving and vile as ever. Javier is shot non-fatally by Micah, John kills Micah with no remorse, and Dutch, cornered again, still jumps to his death.

Javier has to stay in hospital, leaving John to face the last surviving VDL alone.

John rides up to the tiny, falling apart house with two wooden crosses in the yard and a third grave pre-dug. Arthur greets him at the door and welcomes him inside as warmly as a social call. John agrees, but keeps some distance between himself and the figure he's meant to recognize as his brother.

Despite surviving his first brush with TB-induced pneumonia, Arthur still very much has TB. He's grotesquely, sickly thin, with blemishes and sores over his skin. His arms shake with the effort of pouring a cup of coffee. As much as he was in love with Charles, he wouldn't let himself risk making Charles sick too. His voice cracks with the chronic dryness of coughing, but also disuse. Other than his horse, and the occasional visit from Sadie or Tilly, or Hosea when the old man could still travel, he's been completely alone.

Before he lets himself be turned in, Arthur asks him how he's been. They just talk: mostly about John, about Abigail and how Jack's doing, whether he's thinking about colleges or following his 'pa' into ranching. He tells Arthur about how the ones who got out are going: Pearson's shop, about Tilly's children, Mary-Beth and Kieran, Javier, that he heard Swanson's in New York. Arthur tells him Charles still writes, that he's happy in Canada, and still helps Rains Fall.

John stays the night. In the morning, Arthur says his good-bye to Eliza, and Isaac. He mounts his horse for the last time, and follows John to where Ross is waiting. The bureau, visibly disgusted at the sight of him, alow Arthur to climb into the back of the car himself. Arthur says it was nice seeing John after all these years.

Abigail and Jack have been released, and are waiting at Beecher's Hope.

The bureau decide to make good on their promise and leave him be. Honestly, they just forgot about him. Sean doesn't escape the noose. Despite Tilly trying to help her after her release, Karen drinks herself to death with grief. Josiah, with nothing left to lose, accepts his execution with relief. It only takes a month in prison for Strauss to ask to be hanged instead.

Javier comes to Beecher's Hope for work for a bit, before it hurts too much seeing John with Abigail and heads back to the MacFarlane's. John tries to visit, but Javier insists they go separate ways.

And the only time Abigail has ever seen her husband cry is reading a tiny article that announced Arthur Morgan died of natural causes in prison.

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 28th April ✨

Happy Audio Drama Sunday! I started two new shows this week and fell in love with both of them!! 

👻 @tellnotalespod (S2E8.5) ohhhhhh I’m so emotional. The end of this series is going to make me cry so many happy tears, I can just feel it. 

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (149) With the description this week, I think I truly realised just how scary-looking the pig man is 😰 Things are looking decidedly down for Shelby and Clem. Eek. God, Valerie!!! She’s such an interesting character because you can literally connect the dots of her trauma but still be slightly disappointed by the consequences on her behaviour! And the poor Mr Greenstreets ☹️ Raj is very Syrensyr coded?? Vincent as a grief counsellor makes me wonder… about who or what Voltaire is…. 

Also, I want the Auditor to be Polly so bad and I want Nikignik to get out of the interrogation by bargaining to reunite him with Yaretzi and Mort - PLEASE. 

🧳 Travelling Light by @monstrousproductions (19) I loved seeing our Traveller stand up for themself!! It’s always so fun to see characters who are usually soft gain a backbone of steel because their core values are tested. And the discussion of the nanobots was so interesting!! The laws on nanobots elsewhere when they are literally required for survival makes the entire person illegal. And we all know that’s not right!!! 

👁️ @malevolentcast (41) I’m thinking that maybe Rafters was an exception that proves the rule… Alexander the owl was creepy as anything and I hated the way he seemed to be guiding them towards the crack in the wall. Now we’re in a possible parallel universe, it feels like all bets are off and I’m scared to even consider what might happen to John and Arthur now! 

⚔️ @camlannpod (8) OUGH. Oh my god. Can’t they just have FIVE MINUTES to RELAX?? I actually snorted out loud at: ‘you’re good with an axe, right’. Pere is a little shit and I love that for them. Morgan!!! 🫨 And Dai!!! I’m so hopeful that starting down this path will lead to good (or, at least, a whole load of shenanigans for S2!) 

🖥️ The Magnus Protocol (13) It’s very interesting to me that we were able to listen in on Sam and Cecilia’s date… how did that work? There’s something here about gambling and chance with this story and the previous one about the dice rolling?? I’m connecting the dots (I’m not connecting shit). 

🌞 Small Victories by @wgc-productions is so good, I wish I’d started listening years ago. I love the 90s sitcom vibe and the intro/outro are so unique. I absolutely love shows that centre around character studies. Marisol’s story is so gripping and I love how the writing takes us right inside her brain as she justifies every decision (good or bad). It’s so clear how loveable she is and how much people around her want her to be okay (mostly), but don’t know *how* to get her to that place given the shit they’re dealing with themselves! I got up to 1.09 so . . . bit of a cliffhanger there!! I’m very excited to see how the story progresses. I’m rooting for you, Tiny!! 

🧋 I started @hinaypod and it’s safe to say that I’m in love already! Listening has given me the same amazing feeling of listening to Desperado - the sensation that the creators have opened up a door to a brand new world and I’m so happy to be in it! I adore Mari. Even from episode one, she has this quiet self-confidence in herself and her skills which is so refreshing. I also really like the horror writing here and I’m really looking forward to delving deeper into this story! 

Hope everyone has a good week! 💙

[starlight-storytime]

ok so blame it on the dead guy has to be the danny phantom or dc wip right

surprisingly not! "Alright, blame it on the dead guy" is actually my unsub!Spencer Reid fic bc it is CRIMINAL how few plot-driven fics with serial killer Spence assigned his own case are out there

like?? he has SO much potential but I've never come across an Unsub Reid fic that interested me so I decided to write one myself 🥸 1k snippet under the cut!

Spencer volunteered to go first, shifty and nervous. “We—ah, well, we might as well get this out of the way.”

They didn't think to take her out of the viewing room—or, still trusted her enough not to—because they let Elle stay in the corner to watch that stupid, sweet boy get through an interrogation with Hotch. The reality, the potential, hadn't really set in. The team were still scoffing and disbelieving about the mere idea that Elle was a suspect, let alone actually considering she could have killed someone and should be kept aside in a waiting room.

She didn't know whether their trust was heartwarming, or if it hurt to know she was betraying it. That she was making Spencer betray it.

“Where were you last night?” Hotch asked bluntly, diving right to the thick of it.

“890 Glendale Avenue, Queen’s Motel, room 128.” Spencer answered immediately, staring at his shirt cuff as he picked at it.

“A motel?" Hotch raised a brow. "Why weren't you at home?”

“I was, um, visiting Elle. Like I said, this case got us both really heated, and I thought as—as her friend, I should comfort her, y'know?” Spencer looked up as if asking for Hotch's approval, before realizing where he was, and looking back down at his hands awkwardly.

“How long were you at the motel?”

“From 7:23pm to 6:51am.”

“All night?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And what room was Elle staying in?”

“128.”

“So then—wait.” Hotch visibly double taked. “What room did you stay in?”

“128. Sir.”

Spencer was turning a shade of delicate rose, those honey amber doe eyes burning a hole into the ground as he very determinedly stared down at the table, lips slightly twisted.

“How many beds were in the—”

“We slept together!” Spencer burst out, hands over his face as if he couldn't bare to be seen and his ears a burning flame. “They only have queens at Queen’s Motel, which is why they're mostly popular for discreet hookups, affairs, and young couples for privacy. There's no cameras on premise for that exact reason but I can guarantee that we were preoccupied for the entire night and didn't have time to go kill anyone.”

Spencer looked up at his boss beseechingly, and his every move screamed earnest innocence. Hotch was briefly stunned silent by the outburst.

The viewing room, on the other hand, is hooting and hollering, gasping and grinning and exchanging promises to pay back bets they had apparently made.

"That's why he's so nervous, that sly dog!” Morgan crowed.

Elle stared at the picture of embarrassed, inexperienced young coworker spilling about an unlikely office romance in front of her, and now understood exactly why Spencer had said what he did on the car ride over

“I have a tattoo of four dice on my left hip, in the order 1, 3, 1, 2. I got it for twenty bucks at a Halloween flash sale in Vegas, when I was 16.”

Elle was so overwhelmed by everything going on after hiding a body and disposing of evidence, she can barely process the spontaneous fun fact Spencer shared.

“Is that your worst secret or something? Trying to make it even now that you— have mine?” Elle weakly joked. It seemed so Spencer that the worst thing he ever did was get an underage tattoo.

Spencer glanced at her briefly before turning back to the dark road he was speeding down, headlights off. “Just remember it. It's on my left hip, an inch above the bone.”

The entire viewing room was staring at Elle now, any ideas of her involvement with the murder last night swept out the door. She can only confidently manage a secretive tilt of her head before she's looking away, towards the sight of her best friend saving her from a charge of second degree murder.

“You and Elle…slept in the same bed the entire night, then?” Spencer nodded behind his hands. “Alright. Sure. She never got up to use the bathroom, get a drink, anything like that?” Hotch's attempts to keep up professionalism were crumbling, with Spencer looking exactly like an embarrassed teen who desperately didn't want to talk about girls with his father.

“We were occupied until roughly 11pm, and slept in the same bed the entire night. We never left the room, she never left my line of sight, please just hurry this up.” Spencer says directly into his hands, not even pretending to not be hiding from eye contact anymore.

Hotch grimaced, as much as the man ever showed weakness. “You say she never left your line of sight, rather than she never left the bed.”

“The only time we got out of bed was to take a shower and replace the sheets, but those all came in the suite. We did them all together, barely an arms length away from when I entered the hotel room to when I got into this interrogation room. We fell asleep cuddling and woke up the same way. I'm a light enough sleeper that she couldn't have moved me without drugging me, and I didn't take anything unsealed last night. ” Spencer peeked out from between his fingers, and the skin that can be seen is an impressively tomato red. “Please, Hotch.”

Hotch sighed, kneading his brow for a long moment before picking his papers up and motioning for Spencer to leave. The boy practically sprints, going straight out the door and into the viewing room with such an apologetic face Elle can almost believe they did have this night he implied, rather than the one that really happened.

"I'm really, really sorry about having to talk about this with the whole team, Elle." Spencer apologized, even as Morgan was shaking his shoulders like the kid had scored the winning play of the season.

He didn't even lie when he said we spent the whole night together, an arms length away. Elle realized incredulously, filled with exhilarated relief at the fact that they were actually going to get a way with it. We did sleep in that queen bed together, even if nothing happened.

Hotch put his head in reluctantly. "This will be brief, but for the sake of protocol..."

Elle put on her best swagger and a smile for Hotch. "Of course, boss." She blew a kiss behind her on a whim, and the team burst into another round of whispers and gossip as the door shut.

Elle reclined in the metal chair, half nervous and half amused. The look in Hotch’s eyes is so tired dad that she can fool herself into thinking this is a meet-the-parents scenario.

“Did you know he has a tattoo?" Elle said idly, picking at her cuticle. "On his hip, the left one. You'll never guess the story behind it.”

The tired look he gave her aged him ten years, and Elle laughs so hard she almost cries.

She dramatically goes over the tattoo story she heard in the car, and then proceeds to make up one of the best nights of her life, using unnecessarily raunchy detail until it's all too much. Too much in general outside of an erotic romance novel, but way too much for her boss to hear about from a coworker he has to look in the eyes. (And, the boy she can tell he's starting to consider like a son.)

Elle doesn't get arrested for murder that day. The least she can do is cover for Spencer now, when he's being blamed for a string of murders he didn't even do.

[tadpole-apocalypse]

will you still be making astarion and bg3 content when datv comes out? 🥺

Sorry I had to repress a full body shudder at the word “content” for my art…no offense anon 😅

But yeah! I plan to. I still have things about Morgan’s story to work out. A few fic ideas rolling in my head, and many playthrus and builds I want to try. There’s no rush since bg3 isn’t getting any new updates after the final patch this fall so I don’t have to hurry before something invalidates my canon or whatever. It’s one of those games I’ll be going back to and playing a lot for the next year and I WILL finish an honor mode eventually and earn my golden dice 😭

I’m still in the “cautious and suspicious” mindset for datv and BioWare in general but I am still invested in my Inquisitor’s story and her closure with Solas. And I’m mostly interested in the new evanuris and ancient elf lore we’re gonna get, and actually having dalish companions again.

So there is room in my brain for two fixations, don’t worry! Astarion isn’t going anywhere on this blog.

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

From the second I heard about You Awaken In A Strange Place, created by Jacob and debuted on Drawfee Extra, I knew I wanted to do a game night fic.

Jacob has the instructions for this game at pay what you want prices, so I recommend not trying to learn how to play from my little (extremely long) fic.

Shout out to @feeling--pink and @thestrangecarrotcake and my real life partner for providing suggestions to make this a little bit more improvised. I couldn't have done this without y'all.

You Awaken In A Strange Place

“It’s called You Awaken In A Strange Place, a totally improvised TTRPG. All you need is a game master, a few players, some paper, and some six-sided dice.” Marian gestured at the game of Yahtzee, which they’d raided for the game.

“How does it work?” Morgan asked, the most excited to roleplay. She ran a home game with her roommates and had been trying to get The Candy Bowl to play D&D with her for years, so it was surprising that her brother had been the one to bring a TTRPG to the table.

“There are five of us, so not everyone is going to get to pick a category, but everyone go ahead and roll two dice, add up the numbers, and tell me.”

“Eleven,” Morgan said.

“Four,” Hunter said.

“Seven,” Maddox said, smug that she’d beaten Hunter.

“Snake eyes,” Sara said with glee, not caring that she got last place.

“Okay, Morgan, pick a genre, write it down so you guys don’t influence each other, Maddox you’ll pick a location, and Hunter gets to pick a random adjective.”

Once everyone had written it down he collected the slips of paper.

“Okay, our game will be a Rusty Western, set in a town where it’s always winter. This is actually incredibly cohesive.”

“Western?” Maddox was surprised, “I didn’t know you liked Westerns.”

“I took a class on Western short fiction in college, it’s a fun genre.”

“Huh. Neat.”

“Okay, now, in the same order as your first rolls, everyone will say one true thing about the world. Anything you say is true and we will adapt to it, once we start playing you can make up new things about the world, but you’ll have to roll to see if it’s true or if it’s true in a way that’s bad for you.”

“Ooh, fun,” Sara’s eyes gleamed. Nothing was more fun than negative consequences in a low stakes game.

“Morgan, you’re first.”

“Right, since it’s always winter and it’s a western, instead of gun fights people have figure skating duels.”

Marian grinned and wrote that down.

“Maddox?”

“Uhhhh… This is hard.”

“It can be anything at all, big or small,” Marian encouraged.

“Instead of livestock like cows and horses, people have domesticated reindeer and polar bears,” Maddox said after a minute.

“Hell yeah,” Hunter said, surprised by her own excitement.

“Alright, Hunter, what do you think? And Sara, I’ll let you add two things because you didn’t get to pick any of the categories.”

Sara flashed a thumbs up.

“Okay, there’s a nearby town where it’s always summer and we hate those guys.”

“That’s a good one. Sara?”

“Okay, my two ideas are, some people in town are robots and this town is really invested in Christmas.”

“That’s a good way to bring in our adjective,” Marian said appreciatively.

“Okay, now everyone roll again and we’ll see who gets to create their character first.”

“Eleven,” Maddox said, gloating.

“Six,” Sara said.

Morgan held up four fingers.

“I got a twelve,” Hunter said, bursting Maddox’s bubble.

“Alright, Hunter goes first. You have to come up with your character and four skills. Everyone, including me, will come up with four skills and those will be the only skills we can roll on for the whole session. One skill you’ll be great at and get a + 2, another you’ll get a +1, then the next two you’re bad at and you’ll get a -1 and -2 respectively.” Marian took a deep breath.

“Is that all?” Hunter teased.

“If you would prefer, I can let Maddox go first.”

“No, I’m ready, give me a second.” Hunter grabbed her pad of paper and began to doodle.

“Okay, his name is Frost McClane, he’s an outlaw, and he rides a polar bear.”

“What’s the polar bear’s name?” Sara asked.

“Hmm… Noel.”

“Yayyyyy!” Sara was very pleased.

“Skills?” Marian asked, wanting to make sure the ball kept rolling.

“Okay, +2 to figure skating, +1 to mechanics, -1 to stealing, and -2 to singing.”

“Why’s he an outlaw if he’s bad at stealing?” Maddox asked.

“Because it’s funny.”

Sara peered over at Hunter’s sketchpad.

“Oh, you’re drawing him? That’s so cute! Can you put a cowboy hat on Noel?”

“Nobody can draw a cowboy hat, Sara, but I’ll try.”

“Alright, Maddox, your turn.”

“Okay, my character’s name is Nick North, he hates Christmas, he rides a reindeer, and he’s a bounty hunter. The reindeer’s name is Killer. +2 to riding, +1 to figure skating-”

“You have to pick a different skill from Hunter,” Marian interrupted.

“How are we supposed to duel if I don’t have figure skating as a skill?”

“You would just roll flat, with nothing added or subtracted.”

“Did you just invent this guy to duel me?” Hunter asked.

“Duh. Okay, +1 to lassoing, -1 to forgiveness and -2 to Christmas cheer.”

“He sounds charming,” Hunter snarked.

“I like him,” Morgan said, having a bit of a big brain moment.

“Okay, great start, Sara, your turn.”

“Okay, I’m playing a robot who works at the saloon, they’re kind of dilapidated but they’re trying their best. Morgan, maybe you can help me come up with a name. For skills, I think +2 to bartending, +1 to flirting, -1 to business management, and -2 to conflict resolution.”

Marian snorted, clearly delighted by how this character creation was going.

“Alright, Morgan, bring us home.”

“I’m playing Santa Claus, +2 to omniscience, +1 flying, -1 to square dancing, -2 to holding grudges.”

“So Nick can’t forgive and Santa can’t hold grudges. And anybody can square dance,” Sara said excitedly, glad that dancing was on the table.

“Has anyone here actually square danced?” Hunter asked.

“I have,” Sara said, “I bet my robot has. Does anyone have a name suggestion?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry, I was thinking about Santa skills. You should be named after a drink since you’re a bartender. How about Screwdriver?”

Sara nodded thoughtfully. “First name Screw, last name Driver.”

Hunter couldn’t hold back a laugh at that.

“Alright, I’m going to add four skills everyone can roll flat on. Let’s add animal handling, kissing, we’ll add a general perception check and…” Marian hummed, deciding whether or not to add an actual method of violence to the game or leaving it up to figure skating. “Snowball throwing.”

“Sounds great,” Morgan said.

“I’m not kissing anybody,” Maddox said.

“You don’t have to. Okay! Five minute break so I can come up with a plot, you can talk amongst yourselves or get more snacks or whatever, I’ll be in my bedroom.”

Maddox got up to get more charcuterie and Hunter kept working on her drawing.

“Where’s Petunia?” Maddox asked from the kitchen.

“She said she had to work, they got a big order or something?” Hunter said.

“They’re doing the flowers for a quinceañera,” Sara said.

“Oh, cool.”

“Are you guys excited for your trip?” Morgan asked.

“Oh, yeah, it’s going to be so fun,” Sara said with a grin.

“I can’t believe you’re driving that whole way,” Maddox commented.

“It’s going to be so fun,” Sara said again.

“You’ll have to send us pictures,” Morgan said.

“Have you seen the “I eat at every Margaritaville in the country” video?” Sara asked.

Maddox scrunched up her face, “That sounds vaguely familiar. Is it by the guys who did the Rainforest Cafe one?”

“Yeah! Hunter said we couldn’t stop at one.”

“Buzzkill,” Maddox said.

“No, I said we couldn’t stop at one and stop at the Rainforest Cafe.”

“So we chose Rainforest Cafe.”

“Good choice. Get me something with Tracy the Tree’s creepy face on it,” Maddox requested.

“No promises,” Hunter said, stealing a piece of cheese off of Maddox’s plate.

“We’ll get souvenirs for everyone,” Sara said.

Hunter was concerned about who was included in everyone, since they were on a budget.

“I just want a seashell,” Morgan requested.

“We’re going to Lake Tahoe,” Hunter said.

“A lake shell, then.”

Marian interrupted the conversation then, stepping back into the dining room with a conspiratorial look in his eyes.

“Alright, guys, you awaken in a strange place.”

Instantly, their attention was rapt.

“Screw, you’re the most familiar with this place, it’s your saloon, but you’ve never seen your saloon in such a disarray. There’s broken glass everywhere, and three strangers passed out at the bar. We’ll resolve who wakes up first of the others in a second, but what do you do right now?”

“Can I clean up a little?”

“What skill do you use for cleaning? If you make a convincing argument I’ll let you roll for it.”

“Bartending. I’m literally tending to my bar.”

“Fair enough. Don’t forget to add your +2.”

Sara beamed and rolled. “Nine- wait, eleven.”

“Great! That’s a success so… You clean up no problem, and you find a broken key.”

“Do I know what it’s for?”

“Not yet. Everybody else, roll your two dice and we’ll decide who wakes up first.”

“Five,” Morgan said.

“Seven,” Hunter and Maddox said in unison.

“This could not have worked out better. Nick, Frost, you awaken at the same time, right next to each other.”

“I lasso Frost,” Maddox blurted.

“You don’t need to, because Frost is handcuffed to you, though you don’t remember how that happened.”

“Shit,” Maddox said, fully embodying Nick. “Can I do a perception roll to try to figure out what’s going on?”

“Of course, give me a roll.”

“Okay, okay, I’ve got this… Ten.”

“Great, everyone has succeeded on their rolls so far. You get the lay of the land pretty quickly. You’re in a bar, you followed an outlaw in here and now you’re handcuffed to him, you still don’t remember how that happened but you know in your cold little heart that you were not just chasing someone, you were running from something else. Then you look to your left and see Santa Claus. Frost, you have an action before Santa wakes up.”

“I’d like to do a mechanics roll to wriggle out of the cuffs.”

“Alright, add your +1.”

“Oh… That’s a 4.”

Marian held back a laugh.

“Sorry, Hunter. You tighten the cuff on your hand and it cuts into your wrist a little. You all start with 10 points of health. So mark down that you’re at nine now.”

“Damn,” Hunter muttered. “Do I remember how I got in this predicament?”

“Give me a flat perception roll.”

“Eight.”

“Okay, that’s a partial success. Also I should mention, whenever you completely fail a roll you get a +1 that you can use to bump up a roll in the future, it wouldn’t do you any good here, though. Let’s see… On an eight, you also notice Santa. You’ve never much cared about being on the naughty list before, but maybe it’s becoming a pressing issue now. Morgan, you wake up.”

“Great! Do I remember what happened?”

“You tell me, what do you roll to remember?” Marian trusted Morgan’s TTRPG background.

“Omniscience.”

Marian grinned. “Go ahead, add your +2.”

“How does a 12 sound?”

“You rolled a 10 and got a 12? Incredible. Yeah, okay, you remember pretty much everything. You came to this town looking for Nick, who you found chasing Frost, and you were able to corner them both in this saloon. You handcuffed them together but before you could teach them some moral lesson, there was a blast of warm, powerful magic that put the three of you asleep and temporarily shut down Screw.”

The wheels in Sara’s head were turning.

“So Santa was after Nick… Wait! Is Nick Santa’s son?’

“That’s up to Maddox and Morgan.”

“Yeah, sure,” Maddox said.

“Absolutely! This is so fun,” Morgan said, clapping her hands.

“Did you plan this?” Hunter accused.

“No, but I did set up my character to be Santa Claus adjacent, I didn’t know Morgan was going to be Santa Claus.”

“I wanted to be Santa Claus from the second Sara said the town was super invested in Christmas, but when Maddox created Nick I did consider the possibility that our characters could be related.”

“Why didn’t you mention that to me during the break?” Maddox said.

“Because it’s all supposed to be improvised, I didn’t want to meta-game.”

“Alright,” Maddox said with a shrug.

“Okay, I'm gonna turn it over to you guys for a bit, try not to talk over each other I want to make sure everyone gets a turn, what would you like to do?”

“Can I make a perception check specifically to notice the key?” Hunter asked.

“Go for it.”

“9. Wait, I'm gonna use my point to bump it up to a 10.”

“Alright, full success. You see that Screw is holding a key that you're sure goes with your handcuffs. You could probably try to steal it with your other hand if you wanted to.”

“No, actually, I'd like to try to flirt to get the key.”

“Okay, roll and tell me what you say.”

“Seven.”

“Partial success. What do you say?”

“Is it just me, or do you hold the key to my heart?”

Marian sat back and waited for Sara to respond, fully giving them the scene.

Sara understood the assignment.

“If this is the key to your heart, I'm afraid it's broken. Uh, Screw hands over the broken key.”

“Shit.”

“But, and if you'll allow me to also roll flirting, I say, ‘I'd be happy to help you fix it.’”

“Roll to flirt. +1.”

“Oh, eleven.”

“I think North is probably completely enamored with you,” Marian said.

“Yeah,” Hunter said, completely enamored with Sara.

“That's cheating, they're real life dating they can't date in the game too.”

“If you're not gonna kiss anybody Madds then we gotta get our classic Western romance somewhere,” Marian said.

“Whatever. Can I try to break these handcuffs by force?”

“What would you roll to do that?”

“Uhhhhhhhh…”

“So that's a no.”

“Okay, then I want to yell at my dad.”

“No roll required to yell at your dad.”

“Why did you do this to us?!? You broke the fucking key!”

“Language,” Morgan said, fully embodying Santa Claus.

“Oh, because of your list? I don't care about your stupid list. Either get us out of these handcuffs or get out of here.”

“I don't think you can talk to Santa like that,” Hunter said.

“Oh, what do you know? I know you're on the naughty list too. That's how I've been tracking you filthy scum outlaws.”

“That feels like world building, roll to see if the naughty list actually has tracking abilities.”

“Uh… Five.” Maddox screwed up their face at the failed roll and marked down the +1 for later.

“Okay, that's a failure so. .. It totally does and you've been using the copy you stole from your dad to track bad guys, but you realize all of a sudden that you don't have your copy anymore.”

“Son,” Morgan said, “I understand why you're upset but it seems like someone is sabotaging us, we need to focus on that before we focus on our interpersonal issues.”

“Someone ruined my saloon,” Sara said, “it's usually not like this Mr. Santa Claus it's usually much nicer.”

“I know, I know everything.”

“Everything except who's sabotaging us,” Maddox muttered.

“Can I roll omniscience again to see if I can figure out who's sabotaging us?”

“Yeah, but eventually you're going to need to roll other skills.”

“Got it. That's a six.”

“Can I help him?” Hunter asked.

“How do you help?”

“Well, everyone can roll omniscience, can't they?”

“Huh, I guess you’re right. Give me a roll and if you succeed then it bumps up Morgan's roll to a partial success, if it fails then you share the consequence. And we'll say that a partial success does nothing in this instance.”

“Seven. Sorry, Morgan.”

“It's okay, thanks for trying.”

“Okay, Frost, you do not achieve omniscience. Santa, you're met with a barrier, as hot and uncomfortable as the magic blast that put you to sleep and tore through the saloon. This barrier keeps you from being able to attain more information, and you take one point of… I think it's called psychic damage?”

“Cool,” Morgan said, unphased by the damage and excited about the unfolding mystery.

“Maybe we should get out of the bar and investigate. I think Nick is probably pretty stressed now that he knows his list is missing and he really, really wants to find it.”

“Alright, does everyone want to leave the bar?”

“If he goes I go so that I'm not being dragged,” Hunter said.

“I follow Frost, but I lock up the saloon.”

Morgan shrugged. “I guess I'll leave too.”

“Marian, is my polar bear nearby?”

“Uh, sure, what do you want to do with it?”

“We don't have a brute force mechanic but I was thinking maybe if I roll well on animal handling then Noel can break the cuffs.”

“Okay, but if you roll badly you'll take more damage.”

“Got it.”

“I got a… Nine.”

“Okay, he's able to break it enough for you to wriggle out, but you deepen the scrape from before and take an additional point of damage.”

"But I'm not attached to Nick anymore?”

“Correct.”

“Okay, now I roll to lasso Frost.”

“Okay, add your +1.”

“5.”

“Okay, you slip on a puddle and land in the dirt. Normally this would be a soft landing, because of all the snow, but there's no snow. One point of damage.”

“Am I the only one who hasn't taken any damage?” Sara asked.

“Don't jinx yourself,” Morgan said.

“Jinxes aren't real,” Hunter and Maddox said simultaneously. One of them could have been owed a soda, if jinxes were real.

“What happened to the snow?” Morgan asked. “I’m pretty sure that there was snow when we got here.”

“I’m not gonna make you roll for perception or omniscience, there was definitely snow when you got there.”

“I bet it was those summer people,” Sara said.

“Was that in character?” Marian asked.

“It can be.”

“Right, okay, good guess, Sara has solved like, both of the mysteries so far.”

Hunter squeezed Sara’s hand under the table, very proud of her girlfriend.

“Of course… Those people have always hated me,” Morgan said. “Ever since I told them Christmas in July was not a real holiday.”

Marian cracked up at that and it took a minute before the game could continue.

“I bet they have my list…”

“You mean my list,” Morgan said. “Wait, you lost the list?”

“I didn’t lose it! It was taken from me when you did your stupid handcuff trick. If you hadn’t handcuffed us then I wouldn’t have lost the list.”

“You wouldn’t have lost the list if you hadn’t stolen the list.”

“Is that why you followed me here? Because of your stupid list?”

“No! I came because I care about you, and I miss you.”

Hunter leaned over to Marian while Morgan and Maddox staged some family drama, “Can me and Screw get on my polar bear and ride away while they’re distracted.”

“Screw, do you want to sneak away with Frost?”

“Yeah, but I also want to figure out what’s going on…”

“I want to go find those summer people, I’m not just trying to escape,” Hunter said, as the Santa and Nick fight continued in the background.

“Oh, then, yes!”

“Alright, Hunter roll for riding, and Sara if Hunter fails the roll you can roll to help.”

Sara flashed a thumbs up. They weren’t being particularly quiet, but neither Morgan or Maddox noticed, since they were so into their little argument, which really fed into Maddox’s debate background and Morgan’s roleplay background.

Hunter rolled quietly and then held up ten fingers.

Marian nodded.

“Sara, roll perception to see if you can figure out the correct direction to go.”

“Eight,” Sara said in a low voice.

“Okay, you see some tracks but you’re not entirely sure which way they’re going, so just pick a direction, left or right.”

“Right.”

Marian rolled a dice to see how well Sara’s luck was gonna hold, but he didn’t say anything to confirm or deny whether or not they were correct.

“Yo, Nick, roll me a perception check.”

“12.”

“Yeah, Screw and Frost are completely gone. But you do see polar bear tracks leading to the right.”

“I get on Killer and follow them.”

“Roll for riding, +2, Santa what do you do?”

“I'd like to fly up and try to catch up to them sooner so that it doesn't turn into a fight.”

“Okay, +1 to flying, and if you succeed I'm gonna have you roll for conflict resolution.”

“I rolled a four.”

“The heat magic is too strong and you're unable to get off the ground, I'm not going to make you take damage for that.”

“Nick, let me ride with you.”

“Hell no.”

“Roll me a flat holding a grudge roll,” Marian said.

“What about my riding roll? I got a nine and I'd like to bump it up to a 10.”

“Hold onto that and roll for holding grudges.”

“Shit. I got a 2.”

“Okay, so you haven't forgiven your father but you realize it's silly to harbor this grudge when there is a more pressing matter, so, despite your best wishes, you allow Santa to ride on Killer with you.”

“Okay, fine.”

“Alright, you guys take off and make good time but it's only fair to allow Screw and Frost a surprise round. What do you two do?”

“Do I see the punk from Summertown?” Hunter asked.

“Perception.”

“That's a five.”

“You do not.”

“Then I roll to flirt with Screw.”

“Useless,” Maddox muttered.

“What did you roll?”

“12.”

“Why do you only roll well for unimportant rolls?” Maddox asked.

“This is important, as far as we know we're alone so I'd like to enjoy my time with the cute robot bartender.”

“What do you say?”

“I'm not much of a thief, but I hope to steal your heart.”

“I roll to kiss Frost.”

“I'm so glad I added kissing,” Marian said with a chuckle.

“Uh, seven.”

“You share a lovely kiss but because you're a robot you do shock Frost a little, Hunter-”

“I know, one more point of damage. Why am I the one taking damage? Sara is the one who rolled badly.”

“Because it's much harder to hurt a robot. While you're kissing, two other things happen. The first is that Santa and Nick catch up to you, the second is that you are suddenly pelted with snowballs. No additional damage from the snowballs.”

“I thought there was no snow,” Hunter said.

“The four of you look over and see, standing on top of the last snowbank, a man wearing sunglasses, a Hawaiian shirt, and a black cowboy hat. He says, “You idiots, I've lured you all here, and once I destroy the last of the snow and ice, your town will become a ghost town and Summer will reign supreme.”

“That's some heavy handed exposition,” Maddox said.

“Was that in character?” Marian asked.

“Yes, and I try to lasso him.”

“Roll.”

“Seven.”

“He dodges out of the way but you somehow manage to lasso the naughty list, which is now back in your possession.”

“I immediately take it from him,” Morgan said.

“Roll to steal.”

“9, but I bump it up to a 10.”

“Okay, yeah, you steal it from Nick.”

Maddox glowered at Morgan for a second before remembering this was a game and that nothing had been physically stolen from her.

“You said there was ice left?” Hunter asked.

“Yes, there's a frozen lake nearby that this man intends to melt.”

“I challenge you to a figure skating duel. Nick, will you be my second in the duel?”

“Uh…”

“Roll forgiveness to see if you trust Frost enough to be his second in the duel.”

“I rolled a 10 that becomes a 9.”

“Okay, you agree to be his second but because you don't fully trust him you can't use your rolls to help each other. But, since he’s a summer guy I think it’s only fair if he has a -1 to figure skating.”

“Thanks for throwing us a bone,” Hunter said.

“Should be -2,” Maddox muttered.

“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead and roll. Hunter, add your +2. You just both have to beat my… One.”

“You rolled a two and got a one?” Maddox snorted.

“Yes. So, you’re guaranteed to win, but let’s see how well you do.”

“I got an eleven,” Hunter said, looking proud.

“I got a four,” Maddox said sheepishly.

“Okay, well, you both do very well against the summer outlaw, but, at the very end, the ice begins to crack and both Nick and the outlaw go under.”

“Roll to lasso Nick,” Hunter said immediately. Even when their characters were enemies, Hunter wasn’t going to let anything happen to her cousin.

“Go ahead.”

“Shit, I only got an eight.”

“Can I give the help action to save my son?” Morgan asked.

“Of course.”

“I got a 12.”

“Okay, together, you save Nick. Maddox, you take one point of damage and I think I’d like you to roll forgiveness to forgive your father and Frost.”

“Okay, it’s only fair… I have a -1 but if I use the failure I just did I roll flat… Ten!”

“Great, it seems like you forgive them, but you tell me how it happens.”

“Frost, you’re free to go, try to get on the right list.”

“If I can interject,” Hunter said, “Frost looks at Screw and nods and says, ‘I think I have a reason to go straight.’”

“Roll to kiss,” Sara said, happy to have sat it out for a minute but eager to join in now.

Maddox rolled her eyes as Sara rolled the dice, getting a very cinematic 12.

“Okay, those two have their movie magic kiss while the sun sets, what does Nick say to Santa?”

“Hey.”

Morgan held back a laugh, sobering up so she could add to the scene.

“You can have the list back, if you would like. I know being a bounty hunter is important to you.”

“It is, but… I think I want to use the list for the right reasons. If you’ll let me come back.”

“Santa scoops Nick up in a hug. ‘I have wanted you to come home for a long time.’”

“I roll to have Christmas cheer but it’s unlikely.”

“I think you have an extra +1,” Marian said, unsure if that was true but throwing Maddox another bone.

“Okay… Then I got a nine.”

“Can I start singing a Christmas carol to give the help action?” Morgan asked, while Sara and Hunter kissed in real life to signify the fact that their characters were still making out.

“Yeah, no one has rolled singing yet I would love if you rolled singing. If you get a partial or complete success Nick can be bumped up to a ten and feel the spirit of Christmas in his heart again.”

“Big money, big money… Seven! That’s a partial success!”

Maddox high-fived her sister. “Nick’s heart grows three sizes and he doesn’t even mind the fact that a robot and an outlaw are making out in the background. Also that other guy is dead right?”

“Yeah, super dead,” Marian said.

“Well,” Sara said, pulling away from Hunter, “should we celebrate at the saloon?”

“Yeah,” Hunter said, “Let’s have a square dance.”

[arthursfuckinghat]

"I'm lucky to have you, girl."

[mxldito]

do them all

sucka

ᴠᴛᴍ ᴀꜱᴋꜱ; ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ

AU GH AOGHJ GUH OOF . Otay. Big juicy below the cut. And I'm splitting the bonus questions into another post.

ST to some, player to others. I'm in a play-by-post and I run my own. I had a voice call based game as well but scheduling and timezones became really difficult! Which is unfortunate but expected with running TTRPGs. But in between, I read through some of the novels and comics as well as played some of the games.

3. I prefer V5 because I have an easier time approaching it. It's a lot more beginner friendly so I don't need to be coaching players all the time especially in PBP context where we're all functioning on different timezones. Also less racism. That said, I do like V20 aesthetics and merits, flaws, bloodlines, and disciplines a bit more so I allow them in games I run.

4. Malkvians because I'm a really normal guy. In all seriousness, I think them having this odd and frightening mysticism just has such a big grip on me. I have my obvious complaints about older versions of Malkavians as well as the dreaded unironic fishmalk. But when I encountered the Voermans for the first time, my brain just latched onto them.

They were very much the initial inspiration for me. Reading through the corebook, I just knew I had to play one and thus proto-Coyote was born. It's really funny because I only really have two Malkavians that I play. I have a lot of Tzimisce which I think are my second favorite. I love the horror of transformation and love some Cronenbergian body horror.

8. The great thing about VTM is that you can roll a critical at terrible times. It is a game in which you are very likely to have a moment in which you utter "Please roll badly. Please give me a total failure." One of which was when Morgan (Prism's Gangrel) rolled a Bestial Failure in our first Chronicle.

We were interrogating a Nosferatu suspecting he had stolen some Tremere tomes we were tasked with getting back. It's been a really long time now so I can't remember exactly what happened but Morgan beat the shit outta the poor guy. His beast flared up and he had him pinned up against the wall and then Prism had to roll for grappling and got a crit. AFTER WE WERE ALL SAYING "PLEASE DON'T ROLL A CRIT".

If there's one thing about the dice gods, it's that they get a kick out of cruelty. So the poor guy got whaled on by this massive Gangrel. We got out information and were banned from the sewers for some time after that after the Nosferatu Warlord walked in on us. Everybody say sorry, Marley! (Sorry, Marley!)

9. Outside of the VNs and video games, I like a few of the novels and could recommend some of them is you can stomach… the old stuff. House of Secrets and Netherworld are pretty good ones! Netherworld much more so. And of course the Schrodinger's World of Darkness series of Sonja Blue (LOOK INTO CONTENT WARNINGS FIRST. GOOD LORD.) She's not WoD, but she has the vibes, OH LOOK SHE'S WoD IN THIS ONE, she's got a V:TES card (why is she Ventrue? Her ass is NOT Ventrue. That's a Caitiff), but now she's not WoD

BIRD! Anyway, Winter's Teeth is good. I got my hands on the omnibus recently for cheap and I'm enjoying it a lot so far. I will say that it feels just the tiniest bit detached from the lore in a way I can't fully explain. But it is a alright reference point for how Camarilla politics work and maybe a little bit of insight as to how some Anarchs could be.

11. Not including NPCs? At least nine. I have the Warrens who are my Anarch Tzimisce: Carolina, Ruben, Rhiannon, and Fausta. My Sabbat: a Tzimisce named Lemmy and my Malkavian Maiken. My Abstract Toreador, Jewel. And my House Ipsissimus Tremere who is Desdenova. Also Coyote, you guys know this one.

…I'll play a Camarilla someday. I prommy.

12. Coyote lol. And they're the one I latched onto the most. That said, their earliest iteration is way different from the original both in looks and personalities. I have a screenshot of TS4 of proto-Coyote is out there somewhere, it is quite curse.

13. You guys know this one... I think what really got me latched onto them was the fact that they were just really different from the characters I had been writing in the long term before. I love my other OCs but they was very little wiggle room for silliness. Coyote gets to be super silly but also deathly serious.

14. My oldest player character in-universe would be Ruben who is a 213 year old ancilla and Jewel who is a 24 year old fledgling. I think she would initially charm him somewhat. She disguises herself as a wealthy classy woman which Ruben appreciates. But I think she'd get sick of it and go full weirdgirl scammer on him and he'd be like Eugh.

15. Lemmy and I are both short, crybabies who love terrible movies. Cici and I both love gothic Victorian interior design. Coyote and I have similar taste in music as well as a similar cultural background. We both grew up in the same parts of Los Angeles and ended up moving to more rural places in our tweens.

16. Not really. I would say all my character were all created with something in mind. I guess Coyote was initially comedic relief but then they went off the rails some. But I think that was from me being very nervous about playing a TTRPG for the first time in ages and cracking dumb jokes was just what I did.

17. Can I say none of them? Because all their existences kinda suck beyond a way that's mundane and I don't think I have dealing with the World of Darkness in me 😭. Gun to my head, maybe Jewel? She at least gets to live in the city I've always wanted to but being a fledgling sucks. I don't know if I have her cunning to get away with being a scam artist. Next I guess would be Fausta??? Being stuck at 16 forever sucks, having to cope with the fact I'd never grow up or be allowed to do anything on my own sucks, but at least I'd be cared for and get to have all the hobbies I'd want.

18. …Coyote would probably land me in jail but also I think they'd make me be less of a chicken about the things I'm a chicken about. I feel like if Coyote were to take my place, they'd have me start a gang of biker outlaws. Also they'd play my short stature up for comedy, the bastard. But out of all of them? Coyote for sure.

19. Probably Daria. I'm still figuring a lot of thing out about her. She's appeared primarily in my California-base Chronicles so I think she's from Oakland and tells everybody she's from San Francisco. Her concept is that she was a 2010s nail influencer on Youtube, she met up with an online friend who turned out to be a Cleopatra.

Sylvia is her sire's name who saw Daria's face reveal and line of nail products and general success… and took it kinda personally. She was a supermodel in the 90s who got embraced at the height of her career so she was definitely bitter. They're sorta Best Frenemies.

Daria's got chronic batface so she gets around Masquerade problems by wearing burn garments from head to toe but dresses very Y2K in private. She's still a nail technician among Kindred. Like Coyote for example. She also gives me older daughter of three vibes.

20. I watch a lotta movies. So there's a lot of movie influence in my characters. Each character kinda has a genre I've attached them to. So the Warren's and Desdenova are tied to giallo, Coyote to grindhouse action-horror, Lemmy and Maiken to exploitation/shock horror. Also little bits of philosophies that I've picked up throughout the years.

[witnesstruth02]

I've been... bad at updating this account to say the least. For anyone only watching this page, a few quick updates. 1. Things have been getting worse. 2. I published 3 more videos, a discussion with the others about why symbols and stuff matter, a talk with Beck from The Tutored Eye, and a video of a conversation with Morgan. The video with Morgan... is probably the most important in terms of things changing, which is to say... 3. Morgan isn't talking to me. Hasn't for a while. I fucked up big time and didn't say the right words to keep him around. He's blaming me for shit that can't be my fault, but I don't blame him. He's scared. He needs something to pin it on. 4. I've been testing some of those rituals and symbols from the book. No dice yet. On that note, I know I said I'd post pictures or something but no luck with that either. Everything corrupts to the point I can't even post it. Maybe I can figure something out for it. An alternative. Maybe I'll just transcribe it. 5. Things have been getting... weird. I don't know quite how to put it into words but... you'll see what I mean soon. You'll hear from us again soon. Lots of shit on our plates right now so its been a bit harder to get things out but... we'll get it sorted.

[saulwexler]

if jimmy mcgill were a girl in 2023 what would HIS favorite taylor album be

LOVER!!! You can't spell “James morgan mcgill" without “me” ;)

THINK ABOUT IT! he’s handful, baby, he’s a magnetic force of a man, he went psycho on the phone, when you jumped in first, he went in too because even though he likes shiny things, he’d marry you with paper rings and swear to be overdramatic and true, to wait for you to be waiting below, to fight the whole town for you, and remember how he said “I'd die for you”? And screamed for whatever it's worth "I love you," ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

This is their place, It's you and me that's their whole world, they make the rules, and it was a lawless land, back when they were card sharks, playing games, drawing up the plans, they might just get away with it. but they saw the scoreboard, they were crazy to think that this could work, because he never thinks before he jumps, devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes, and luck of the draw only draws the unlucky. You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.

years ago, they were just inside, lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh, barefoot in the kitchen, memorizing the creaks in the floor, sacred new beginnings that became a religion, even if it's a false god I know heaven's a thing I go there when you touch me they say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith. the altar is my lips my hips, my body, my love, trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch. He gave too much but it wasn't enough, chemistry 'til it blows up, she gave up on him like he was a bad drug. what once was theirs is no one's now because who could stay?

He wants to be defined by the things that he loves but his love was as cruel as the cities he lived in 'cause cruelty wins in the movies and trouble's gonna follow where he goes and there are so many lines that he’s crossed unforgiven, he ran with the wolves, he wounded the good and he trusted the wicked. all of his enemies started out friends and and all of his heroes died all alone.

Everyone looked worse in the light in the glow of the vending machine. They can see right through him so he became the butt of the joke and he saw the high fives between the bad guys and they got out some popcorn as soon as his rep starting going down while they whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl” and so, grinning like a devil, just to seal his fate he cut off his nose just to spite his face. 

He dressed kill his time he. He wakes in the night, paces like a ghost, he never leaves well enough alone, their songs, their films, flashbacks waking him up now he's searching for signs in a haunted club and storming out of every single room in this town, drunk in the back of the car. That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend<3

TLDR: I haven't thought about it that much