#no consistency whatsoever

[anarmel]

Steddie in my d&d au

[chronic-claire-universe]

Satoru Gojo's real enemy wasn't Sukuna, it's Gege themself

[sweettoothbadger]

Actually already a bit behind, but still kicking😈

[naomiknight-17]

Woke up to the warm feeling of a cat curled up against my back

Leon has been extra snuggly lately

[mahikamihan]

we should start explaining our labels like how hobie brown explained his life story in SATSV

[emperor-of-hearts]

I am very excited for the twisted metal show but if preachers in it and they fumble him im gonna be real mad lol

[qtkoshi]

thinking about the one time i used chai and the convos i had:

[saturn-sends-hugs]

6, 18, 19, 20 for the song ask :)

oooo ok i already did 6, but:

18. makes me want to burn the world down

ohohoho this one is very fitting, Burning Pile by Mother Mother. It’s not often i get really in the burning the world down place, but when i do it’s almost exclusively fueled by mother mother bshksjskjks

19. is from my favorite genre

Honestly, i have no clue what my favorite genre is. Maybe like indie pop? But if we’re counting 80’s as a genre cause why not i like it bshksjsk then Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears. It’s just good, yknow? Like idk what it is about it but i’m never not in the right mood to listen to it, it’s just a good song

20. i’ve recommended to someone

Settle Down by Ricky Montgomery! Idk why but this song just has wonderful vibes :)

[filet-o-feelings]

Doctor: this might take about 3 weeks to start working

Pharmacist: this should take 4-6 weeks to start working, but we were taught in school it can be up to two months

My mom: I've taken that, it usually starts working in 8-10 days

So I've taken it for 5 days now. I suppose it should start kicking in sometime in the next 3 days to five weeks

[rurisartlife]

LORD HOW I WISH I HAD A CONSISTENT ART STYLE WTF ARE THESE

[ohposhers]

more Troll Twins AU doodles cause im obsessed with these goofy losers

[schwambo-mcgoo]

Because i have bony ass shoulders and value their structural integrity :(

no offense but why would you not want to use a double barrel shotgun if it is available to you

[sadfishkid]

nie huaisang as the hermit for the song of clarity mdzs tarot deck

[shannonsketches]

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

The way I view it it’s a little bit of both. Will doesn’t get scooped out of the Springbonnie suit but it’s the metal which is haunted by his soul (Cus metal conducts remnant I thiink). So the standard fursuit wouldn’t get haunted like a fnaf robot unless you have some metal in there for you soul to latch onto and enough anguish or rage to facilitate the attachment.

Regardless Springbonnie IS William Afton’s fursona so regardless of how he came to possess it he is, indeed, possessing his fursuit.

Rool

[laundrybiscuits]

“It’s happening,” crows Dustin. “Eddie, it’s happening, it’s happening, she said yes!”

Eddie blinks up at him from the blankets. “Is…this about your little girlfriend, Henderson?” Is there a school dance coming up or something? Wait, it’s the summer, school’s not happening.

In a just world, Eddie Munson would never have to think about high school again; in a just world, Dustin Henderson would not have woken him up by breaking into his trailer at ass o’clock in the morning.

“No, man, Erica! Erica Sinclair! She’s gonna run a My Little Pony game for us!”

“Okay.” Eddie turns over to bury his face in his pillow. “Lock up when you leave,” he says, muffled.

———

He honest-to-god thinks it’s just a weird dream for the next few days. He’s almost completely forgotten about it when Mike corners him at work.

“You have to make her stop,” Mike says.

“Okay, Wheeler, two things. First: who am I making stop what? Second: I’m not making anyone stop anything. Really not my style, and also, I don’t wanna get involved in whatever this is.”

“You’re already involved! We’re all involved! We’re all, like, liable.”

“Right.” Eddie wipes his hands on a rag and ambles over. “Kid, you have got to start giving me some context here. What are we talking about?”

Mike gives him just the absolute bitchiest eyeroll any human being has ever mustered in the history of the world, and sighs noisily. “Erica wants to run a stupid game, and Dustin keeps encouraging her. Tell Erica and Dustin that we play Dungeons and Dragons with like, cool monsters and shit. Not some stupid game about ponies. It’s not even D&D, it’s a whole new stupid system that she’s making us learn.”

“Oh, shit.” There’s—a few things to unpack in that little speech, but Eddie can’t help the delighted grin spreading over his face. “That’s for real? The pony game? Shit, this is going to be the best thing ever. What system is she planning to run the campaign in?”

“Oh my god,” says Mike, and storms out of the garage.

———

“GURPS: Generic Universal Role-Playing System,” announces Erica, slamming the books down on Steve’s kitchen table. “A flexible, multi-purpose, setting-agnostic system that can accommodate any conceivable type of story or play style. This is the future of role-playing games, not your broke-ass fantasy bullcrap.”

Eddie wonders how complicated it is to file paperwork for adoption.

“Some of us like D&D,” says Will.

“Yeah, we don’t want your stupid generic whatever. We’re not playing,” Mike snaps.

“That’s not what I said.” Will looks annoyed with Mike, which has been happening a lot lately. Eddie’s glad the kid seems to be growing more of a spine; you can’t just let your tragic heterosexual crushes walk all over you, but that’s the kind of lesson every young gay needs to learn the hard way. “I’m fine with trying something new. I’m just saying, the next campaign after this should be D&D.”

“Sure, what-ever, nerds,” drawls Erica. “We’ll see how you feel after you experience the magic of Ponyland.”

Lucas puts his face in his hands when she says the magic of Ponyland and lets out a pitiful groan.

“Whoo!” cheers Dustin. “Let’s get started!”

———

It takes them a solid two hours to make their characters. Even Eddie, who’s been vaguely aware of GURPS since it was released a couple years ago, is struggling a little to adapt. It’s just been a while since he played anything but D&D, but he’s enjoying the change of pace. He likes this kind of challenge; it’s like figuring out how to play a familiar song in an unfamiliar genre.

Erica is not especially patient with them, but she’s clearly done her prep work, so Eddie thinks they all manage to get through the character creation process more or less the way it’s supposed to be done.

Steve gets back from work right when they’re putting the finishing touches on their characters. The way he blinks all sweetly confused makes Eddie think that Dustin was definitely lying about having permission to play here, and also that Dustin probably has a very troubling stash of keys to all their homes squirreled away somewhere.

“If I may, Lady Sinclair, I’d like to humbly suggest a ten-minute break?” Eddie says, before Steve can decide whether or not to be mad about this whole thing.

“Sure, go ahead and rest up while you still can,” says Erica. “Steve, I hope you got good snacks around here.” She makes a beeline for the kitchen, and the boys trip over themselves to follow her.

“I would die for that child,” says Eddie.

Steve laughs, low and a little tired. “Yeah. Um, me too.”

“So, I’m gonna go ahead and guess that Henderson didn’t actually clear this with you?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure.” Steve runs a hand through his hair. “He might’ve said something last week? Sometimes when he’s on a tear, I just kinda let him talk.”

“Y’know, we’re at a pretty good stopping point for today, if you want us to clear out so you can get some rest.” Eddie can see the smudgy shadows under Steve’s eyes from halfway across the room.

“No, it’s fine.” Steve peels off his vest. He’s wearing an entire perfectly normal shirt underneath, so there’s no reason for Eddie to hastily avert his eyes like Steve’s doing a damn striptease. “I might go take a nap, though. Gonna trust you not to let them burn down the place, got it?”

Eddie does a silly little salute. “Aye aye, cap’n. No hint of flame shall breach these walls.”

Steve laughs again, a gravelly chuckle, and musses Eddie’s hair on his way to the stairs.

“Why do you have that dumb look on your face,” says Erica suspiciously, standing in the kitchen doorway and clutching the biggest bowl of ice cream Eddie’s seen in his life.

“What look, there’s no look,” says Eddie. “Let’s play some GURPS.”

Edit: now a complete fic on AO3!