#probably wouldn't be c4

[mayapapaya33]

You know what would be hilarious; at some point down the line in C4, C5, C27, whenever, someone should play a character from Whitestone. But just a normal person from Whitestone. (Or as normal as an adventurer can ever be, they do have to have SOME kind of damage of course). Don't get me wrong, my haunted, gothic, Byronicly tragic PC's are my favorites of all time, but I just think finding out that a tanned, healthy, fresh looking 20 something with their shit together who has living parents and siblings who love them and who they have a good relationship with just so happens to have been born and raised in Whitestone would be very funny.

It's the future. Sylas and Delilah were driven from Whitestone 33+ years ago as of C3 so imagine a future campaign where one of the characters has only ever known the peaceful leadership of the council and Cassandra, Percy, and Vex, or even of Vesper if it's far enough into the future. The thing that led them to a life of adventure has to be COMPLETELY separate and irrelevant to them being from Whitestone.

Now Whitestone is definitely still a weird, haunted place to grow up even in a time of peace so they should be a little strange regardless. But it should be a different, much less traumatized flavor of weird, you get me? They should have extensive knowledge of vampires and necromancers and gun safety because that was mandatory training at school or whatever. They should feel at home in a haunted wood. Shit like that lol.

It would also be a very sweet and intimate long-term way of showing the impact of their success on the world, that Whitestone is just a (mildly haunted) place to live with ordinary people living ordinary lives and non-necromantic bad things can befall them, propelling them into a life of adventure. For instance, maybe a beloved sibling falls deathly ill (Of natural causes), and they make a deal for the power to save them, etc. That's separate AND has fun parallels to Whitestone history.

[leathfaic]

One of the things that pisses me off about MWIII and the lead up to it so bad is that whole "Oh I wasn't in the tank" thing around Graves.

Because it takes away from my success as a player and its just dumb.

But more importantly because Activision for some reason decided to play it like "Look at Soap being so dumb thinking he killed Graves, isn't he a ridiculous little man?" while Graves is given the "strong survivor" treatment by them.

Soap took out a tank.

Without dedicated gear.

He survived multiple assault teams while at it too. Not just survived, he took them out as well.

And then blew up a tank with nothing but some C4 to a point where no one in it could have survived.

Like he did that and you're telling me Graves wouldn't be fucking afraid of running into that guy again? If being in a tank can't save you from his wrath you're telling me he ever felt safe around him?

Nah. No way. We deserved to see him flinch the moment Soap enters the picture. To keep to the other side of the room. Trying his best to work with anyone but him.

Soap is unhinged and highly dangerous, or he would have waited for his chance to piss off instead of fighting that thing but he gets treated like instead of letting loose of his anger over the betrayal he was just a big dumb dumb and everyone else was in on the joke.

Like fuck man. That also means the player is seen in the same way, like you thought you just won a cool boss battle? Oh you stupid little player, that was for nothing and we're gonna take that feeling of success back. Games don't need to be gratifying, do they?

Actually that probably could be MW3s whole title.

[halfgirl-halfdolll]

MDNI. Soap is nasty; madly in love with you and with whatever gets you going. Inspired by @notquitecanon 's fanfic.

It wasn't like it had been on purpose.

Soap had only seen you leave your office with your cheeks flushed and breathing heavily, hurriedly walking towards the bathroom.

You looked so pretty when you looked disheveled.

He just wanted to know what had happened. If you were okay. Were you ill? Feverish? Horny?

It was only natural that he would make his merry way inside your office. Concerned colleague and all that. Right?

Soap had plenty of qualities. Smart, handsome, strong, tall, funny. He could say his god had blessed him with plenty and more. One little extra that made good use in the battlefield, however, was his nose - trained on gunpowder and blood and C4 solvents.

And when he entered your office, his nose tickled, but due to a very different reason.

Cum.

He groaned, hands rubbing down on his face as his eyes rolled back. He could already feel his cock chubbing up inside his pants at the mere though of you getting wet all on your own inside your office – so, oh so close to him. If only he knew you were needing to get some edge off, bonnie, he would kneel in front of you and beg you to let him help, however you wanted.

But alas.

Soap trudged slowly towards your desk – your open notebook taunting him with its dim, flashing light. He knew very well what would be playing in your browser, and he readied his phone to take a picture of the link. He knew you wouldn't take that much longer in the bathroom, but he needed to know what made you tick; which tags you chose.

He tried so hard keep himself from sniffing and licking your chair like some mutt in heat, but he could see the faint glimmer of your wetness on your seat and who was he to waste a meal when it was right in front of him? And you were better than honey.

His eyes barely processed the page, snapping a photo of the tab and quickly making his way out of your office unnoticed (and painfully hard).

Soap hurried to his quarters, locking himself inside his room and kicking his boots and clothes off in lightning speed. His heart thumped loudly and fast inside his ribcage; a shot of adrenaline in his veins he didn't even feel during missions. His cheeks were flushed, mirroring yours when you ran away from your own mess, and he felt like a teenager with a crush all over again.

A bit pathetic, truthfully, but it also made him feel alive; he remembered what was like to be human, to be a man, to be smitten - to have other feelings beside anger, fear and anxiety. Your little escapade made him feel like himself again.

Yes. Maybe he could excuse himself from invading your privacy if he kept on thinking about it.

But it wasn't time. His cock was hard and his curiosity was killing him.

Soap scanned the link on his photo and opened a tab on his phone, eagerly putting in his headphones and grabbing an old (and expired) bottle of lube as he waited for the page to load.

Once the page was fully loaded, however, Soap could only blink as his brain slowly processed the image in front of him.

He inhaled shakily, thumb pressing play while he finally made sense of the setting in front of him.

A bulky, hairy man (he noted with plenty of satisfaction) sat on a chair, cargo pants open and drenched in lube and cum and sweat, almost turning to a different color entirely. His cock slapped against his stomach with every twitch of his body.

The man was tied up on the chair with flimsy pink ribbons he could probably rip off with ease, if he truly wanted to. On his stomach, five full comdoms were tied to one of the loops of the ribbon. His cock was painfully red and leaking and he moaned like a fucking cumbrained slut and Johnny could swear he was genuinely about to burst.

So this was the type of thing that got you going, huh?, he thought, eyes wide and mouth agape - almost drooling.

The woman on the screen barely appeared – the focus was the man and the sugar pain of the torture she was inflicting upon him. Her long, black nails contrasting against the pink of the man's dick, as she languidly kept stroking his cock - the amount of lube she was using on his dick making obscene, wet noises that, alone, could make Johnny go insane.

If it wasn't for her voice.

Johnny could clearly picture your pretty lips uttering the same words as he closed his eyes; his own hands following the same pace she had set. In his mind, he could imagine you torturing him like that – his sweet little bird being so cruel as she milked him dry with her pretty hands and soft voice.

"Come on, baby. Won't you cum for me one more time?"

As many times as you want. Until he dehydrated, bonnie. He could die like that for you if you want.

"Just one more. You know my favorite number is six, hm? Give me just one more."

He would give you thirty six if you asked. Do you want it? He could put it all in a box and place it on your office's desk.

"You sound so cute, baby. Come on. Give me one more."

Fuck fuck fuck. Johnny fucked his fist, hips stuttering against his hand as his phone plopped on the bed. Only the sound of your her voice and her hands pumping the man's length guiding him to his orgasm.

He felt his balls tightening and his cock twitching in his hand and he knew he was getting close. Fuck, so that's what you liked, huh? Him being a whore for you, moaning loudly as you did whatever you wanted with his body, huh? He could do that, bonnie. He had been fucked before, just ask his friends. He had never been fucked, however, by a pretty little thing like you.

Do you wanna use a strap? Or do you wanna use just your fingers first? Or maybe you just wanna tie him down and milk him dry. He's okay with anything, lass. All he asks is to let him eat you out once you're done. As a reward, right? He'd deserve a good reward for all his little deaths.

"That's it, let it go, baby" you the actress whispered and Johnny thrusted into his hand one last time, thick ropes of cum shooting up as his balls tightened. The hairs on his chest got covered with his spent, his peak coming onto him with way more force than he thought it would. It left him floaty, lightheaded – drunk.

"Good boy, that's my baby. That's my good boy. So good to me."

Johnny moaned loudly at those words, licking the salty pearl of his own cum that landed on his lips and his beard. Yes, bonnie. He can be your good boy. He can even be your lap dog. He can wear a collar and all and brand your name into his skin. Anything, anything, if it's for you.

After a few minutes, his breathing evened out and he blinked away the tears he didn't even know he had shed. Coming down from his high, Soap groaned at the mess he had made. He was covered in his thick load and by a thin layer of sweat.

He pouted, fully absorbed into his role of your dainty sub who desperately needs aftercare. Where were you to take care of him when he needed you so? He thought, as he grabbed wet wipes and began cleaning himself before making his way to the common bathroom. The irony of him mirroring your own steps wasn't lost on him.

That's okay. His precious new discovery was just the beginning.

And now, onto trying to convince you to fulfill your little femdom fantasies with him.

[brucewaynehater101]

Vigilante named Rumor Tim anon here

For Stephanie, Tim would likely have tried to arrange matters to Arthur Brown is neutralized or at least kept away from Stephanie and her mom, maybe gotten them into witness protection, definitely gotten Crystal Brown help to be more independent, probably managed to help Stephanie avoid becoming a pregnant teenager by maybe getting the would be baby daddy arrested or something

Rather than Stephanie having her memories of another version of herself and living with that burden, maybe make her even more of an independent vigilante, if she even goes that way without the impetuous of her father

Not Spoiler in Star City, Stephanie giving Oliver Queen gray hairs as an independent vigilante who doesn't use a bow and is definitely operating in "his" territory, Stephanie standing up for Roy and maybe joining the Outlaws, Stephanie looking at Cissie and maybe taking a page out of her book and finding happiness and fulfillment with what she wants instead of feeling so powerless and frustrated with the system that she feels it's her responsibility to fix it (I understand why DC has kid heroes but kids should not be responsible for cleaning up the mess of the adults! Stephanie should not feel responsible for Cluemaster's actions! Tim is the Best Robin and an amazing vigilante but the adults should have stepped up!)

If C4 and Stephanie have the memories and impressions of other versions of themselves, it wouldn't lead to them incorporating Stephanie into YJ, it would probably alienate her further and honestly Stephanie and Tim on the same team with the burden of their history, it would take away the safe place that Tim has created for himself with his friends/family and Stephanie wouldn't find a safe place there either (he asked her to give him space! she did not give him space! she blew him up! she made his coming out about her and her feelings! that was not ok!)

Let her have a clean slate instead, a fresh start, Stephanie maybe not as a vigilante, not as someone who feels so powerless and so burdened by her parents that she feels like she has to be the one to fix it, but someone who can be more, someone who can build her own connections in the vigilante world with her own merit

Or if the Browns do stay in Gotham, Stephanie as future Dr. Stephanie Brown, medical doctor to vigilantes instead, taking up Leslie's mantle (kind of mad at Leslie for her helping to fake stephanie's death but it was sort of a witness protection thing so understandable but at the same time, jerk move)

Maybe Stephanie volunteering in Leslie's clinic and running into Cass there and building a friendship with the other girl outside of masks and hopefully not pressuring anyone and badgering them and being secure in herself to become trusted with Cass willingly, voluntarily, confiding in her, Stephanie not being Spoiler and always tied to the Cluemaster, Stephanie not being Batgirl and feeling as though she always has to prove herself and the Bat moving the mark so she can never reach it and using her as a tool to motivate the Robin he never wanted (I despise that Bruce told Stephanie Tim's identity)

Stephanie as Stephanie Brown, and that's enough

Or Stephanie as Kate Kane's protege, Batwoman and maybe Songbird? Or owlet, let Stephanie and Kate piss off the court of owls and if Stephanie has to have a vigilante name tied to a rogue, court of owls would be cooler than cluemaster, make cluemaster irrelevant to Stephanie, let her have an identity not tied to someone who hurt her personally

Post referenced here ^^

OH. You are entirely right, anon. Not only are you correct that Tim nor her would feel safe/supported with those memories and connection, but Steph should be able to exist outside of Tim. I didn't consider that part, so I appreciate your additions ^^

I can't decide between Star City, Doc Brown (particularly when we consider her mom), and Kate's protege. All three are beautiful, wonderful options for Steph.

Perhaps the Kate route would allow for YJ and Steph to become friends/associates while giving Steph the ability to stand independently from Tim (and Bruce).

[xoxolaw]

+ THE TURNING POINT

this is an interactive story. if this is your first time seeing this, then hop over to introduction - to get the idea behind this story.

+ CONTENTS

+ CH C4

The hospital rooftop had once felt like her sanctuary — all pale skies and quiet winds, where grief could hum softly without judgment. But now, it felt different.

Because now, he was there.

Every evening after school, without asking, without confirming, Seong-je showed up.

Sometimes he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, black hoodie pushed up to his elbows as he toyed with his bike keys. Other times, he’d already be seated on the bench when she arrived, pretending not to look up when she stepped onto the rooftop.

But he always did.

And she let him.

It started subtly.

The first time, he didn’t say much — just stood beside her in the sterile hallway outside Yuna’s room, tossing a pack of sour candy into her palm like it was nothing.

“This place reeks of sadness. Take this. You look like you haven’t eaten in days.”

She didn’t smile, but she didn’t throw it back either.

The second time, he waited outside with two warm canned coffees from a vending machine. He gave her the sweeter one — and didn’t even pretend it wasn’t intentional.

By the fifth day, it had become routine.

He didn’t ask if she wanted him there. And she didn’t ask why he kept coming back.

It was just… understood.

They never sat too close. But it was close enough to feel the heat of the other person — the tension always simmering between them.

“You gonna stare at the sky forever?” he muttered one evening, flipping his lighter open and shut as they sat on the bench.

She didn’t glance at him. “Maybe I like the sky more than your face.”

He smirked. “You say that, but you keep showing up.”

“You keep showing up.”

“Tch. That’s ‘cause you’d probably die of dehydration if someone didn’t hand you juice.”

She rolled her eyes, but her chest warmed in spite of herself.

She hated how easily he could disarm her. How quickly she’d grown used to his presence. To the way he never pried, but still saw right through her.

Sometimes, they sat in silence. Sometimes he talked about weird things — a fight at Kanghak, a teacher who snored through homeroom, the smell of motorcycle grease.

She liked that. The ordinary. The grounding of his voice. The way he’d casually nudge her ankle with his when the silence got too heavy.

---

And soon she didn’t even realise, how she had gotten so comfortable and close to him to end up in his house. She hadn’t realised at first but the moment she stepped into his apartment, everything came rushing in.

What was she doing?

Hanging out with Seong-je?

The person she couldn’t stand.

The person she set a 6 feet rule with.

And suddenly, the air felt too thick.

It wasn’t messy like she expected. A little chaotic, sure — hoodies slung over chairs, black boots by the door, textbooks scattered across the table like a failed attempt at pretending to study — but it felt…lived in.

Masculine. Warm. Dangerous.

Her eyes scanned the place like she was trying to pretend she hadn’t made a mistake. As if sitting across from him for the next hour, trying to teach him chemistry, was something that wouldn't blow her self-control to hell.

“Second thoughts?” he asked lazily, watching her from the couch. His hair was still damp from a shower, the black strands curling at the ends, hoodie hanging loose around his frame like he hadn’t bothered to zip it.

She didn’t answer. Just sighed and dropped her bag beside the table.

“You’re seriously failing Chem, Seong-je,” she muttered, flipping open the notebook he’d crumpled half to death. “Your test paper looked like a crime scene.”

He leaned forward, grin slow and sharp. “So that’s why you laughed?”

She didn’t respond. Because yes, she had laughed when she saw the paper. And then she’d teased him in the hallway with it. And then — God help her — she’d offered to tutor him.

She sat down across from him.

He didn’t move. Just stared at her for a beat too long. “Y’know,” he drawled, “if I get an answer right, I want a reward.”

She blinked. “What?”

“A reward,” he repeated, as if she were stupid. “That’s how bribes work, no?”

“I’m not bribing you—”

“You are, though,” he cut in, voice dipping lower. “Otherwise I wouldn’t sit through this torture.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Fine. What kind of reward?”

He smirked. “I’ll let you know, when I get an answer right.”

The challenge was clear now. Not academic — never that with Seong-je. It was him. That smirk. That voice. That smug tilt of his head like he knew exactly how far he could push her before she snapped.

She clicked her pen, steadying her breath. This is just tutoring. Normal. Controlled. Academic.

"Alright," she said, pointing to the page. "We’re starting with reaction rates. Read the first question.”

He leaned forward, forearms resting on the table. His hoodie slipped down his shoulder just slightly, exposing a collarbone far more distracting than necessary.

“Easy,” he said, glancing at the worksheet. “The rate of reaction increases with temperature.”

She arched a brow. “Lucky guess?”

He shrugged. “Lucky me.”

“…Fine. One point.”

He leaned back with a grin. “So?”

“So what?”

“The reward,” he said slowly, tapping the table with two fingers. “I earned it.”

She narrowed her eyes, unsure whether to be annoyed or entertained. “You want a gold star?”

“No.” His gaze dragged over her like a slow caress. “Give me pat on the head.”

He breath caught. It was easy, a normal pat. But the way he was looking at her made it anything but. Her fingers twitched.

The request was ridiculous. Stupid, even. And if anyone else had said it, she would’ve laughed in their face. But Seong-je? He wasn’t anyone. Not anymore.

Not with the way he looked at her like he knew—like he’d memorized the exact tension in her shoulders, the flick of hesitation in her gaze, the way she always, always folded under a certain kind of pressure.

And this was exactly that kind of pressure.

“You’re so annoying,” she muttered, but her voice had lost all its bite.

“Yeah,” he said, tilting his head, “but you still showed up.”

She stared at him. At the lazy stretch of his grin, the way he looked so damn pleased with himself for getting one chemistry question right. At the unapologetic tilt of his head and the boyish glint in his eyes.

And slowly—hesitantly—she reached across the table and placed her hand on top of his head.

Just for a second.

Just a pat.

But his hair was still damp. Soft. Warm under her palm. And when she made the mistake of glancing down, his eyes were already on her.

Not mocking.

Not teasing.

Just watching her. Carefully. Intently. Like she’d done something irreversible.

Her hand darted back, heart thudding too fast.

“There,” she said quickly, like she hadn’t just crossed some invisible line. “That’s your reward.”

But his grin only grew.

“I liked it,” he said, voice dropping just enough to make her throat go dry.

By the third question, he got it wrong, intentionally, she suspected. His attention was definitely not on the page anymore.

By the fifth, he got it right again.

She didn’t even have to ask.

He leaned forward, bracing his arms on the table until his face was mere inches from hers. “Next reward.”

Her throat tightened. “You're pushing it.”

“I’m earning it.” His eyes dropped briefly to her lips, then back up. “You promised.”

“…Fine,” she muttered, heart pounding. “What is it this time?”

“Come here.”

“What?”

He patted the couch beside him, dark gaze unreadable. “Sit here. It’s hard to think with you over there.”

“You're not supposed to think with your—” she stopped herself, cheeks flushing. “Whatever.”

She stood and made her way to the couch, purposely keeping a pillow between them when she sat down. He didn’t fight it. Just smirked like he’d already won.

He hadn’t. Not yet.

But it was getting dangerously close.

Seong-je leaned back, one arm slung over the couch behind her, exuding that casual arrogance that made her want to both slap and kiss him at once.

She didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Just fixed her gaze on the worksheet, trying to keep her voice steady. “Question six. What’s the formula for the rate constant in a first-order reaction?”

A pause.

Then, “You’re the worst tutor I’ve ever had.”

She side-eyed him. “You’re the dumbest student I’ve ever had.”

He grinned, shameless. “Then we’re a perfect match.”

The words shouldn’t have hit like they did. They were throwaway — light, teasing — but something about the way he said them made her pulse hitch.

Her fingers clenched tighter around her pen.

Focus.

But how the hell was she supposed to focus when he was looking at her like that? When every breath between them felt like a dare?

He scribbled a formula on the notebook and showed it to her, “Here you go… the formula for rate constant in first-order reaction.”

She blinked… Up until now the rewards weren’t something she couldn’t grant but right now the look in his eyes, made her stomach twist.

She barely glanced at the page before muttering, “That’s… actually right.”

A wicked grin spread across his face. He leaned closer, shoulder pressing into the pillow barrier. “So? Reward?”

She tried to scoff, tried to roll her eyes like she always did, but her throat had gone dry.

“What now? Want another head pat?” she asked, hoping the sarcasm in her voice could distract from the way her heartbeat stumbled in her chest.

He tilted his head, expression lazy—teasing. “Nah.”

He paused.

“I want a kiss.”

The words hung there, suspended in the space between them, heavier than they had any right to be.

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

“A kiss,” he repeated, like he hadn’t just set the air on fire. “I got it right. And you did promise rewards.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’re unbelievable.”

He chuckled under his breath, the sound low and rough. “C’mon. I’m joking. You wouldn’t actually do it anyway.”

That smirk — God, that smirk — stretched across his face again, smug and full of challenge. He was so sure she’d flinch. So sure she’d back off. He laughed, genuinely amused now, his teeth flashing, head tilting back against the couch.

“I mean,” he said between chuckles, “you barely even touched my hair. You think you’re gonna kiss—?”

She leaned in.

Quick. Steady. Intentional.

He didn’t have time to finish his sentence before her lips brushed against the edge of his cheek — soft, brief, but enough to burn. Enough to stop him cold.

His laughter died in his throat.

His eyes snapped open, wide, like he couldn’t believe what just happened. The smirk dropped. So did the cocky tilt of his head. He stared at her, like he didn’t know where he was anymore.

And that was all he needed.

Without a word, he surged forward.

There was no hesitation this time. No space for teasing or games.

His hand found the back of her neck, fingers curling into her hair as he kissed her — really kissed her — rough, heated, and a little reckless. His other hand pushed the pillow away with ease, like it was never really a barrier to begin with.

The couch dipped beneath them as he leaned in harder, deeper, mouth slanting over hers like he’d been starving for it. Like he’d been holding back for far too long.

Her breath caught as her fingers instinctively curled into his hoodie. He tasted like smoke and something wild, something dangerous. Something him.

His thumb brushed her jaw as he angled her face up, deepening the kiss until her body reacted before her brain could catch up — spine arching, lips parting, heart beating so fast she swore he could feel it through her skin.

And then—

He pulled back.

Not far. Just enough to meet her gaze.

His lips were flushed. So were hers.

His voice was low, ragged. “You always do the one thing I don’t expect.”

She stared back, trying to catch her breath, pulse still screaming under her skin.

“You asked for it,” she whispered.

A slow, crooked smile curved on his lips. This time it wasn’t cocky — it was something darker. Hungrier.

“I’m gonna start getting every answer right,” he muttered, voice rough and close, his forehead pressing gently against hers. “So you better be ready to keep your promises.”

She didn’t reply.

Couldn’t.

Not when he was still so close. Not when her lips were still tingling. Not when the air between them had turned so thick with something unspeakable and alive.

Not when the line — whatever it was — had just been crossed, burned, and left behind entirely.

And just then Seong-je’s phone buzzed, breaking their heated moment. He was ready ignore it, but one glace at the caller ID and he picked it up.

The freaking hospital.

The caller ID said.

“Hello?” Seong-je answered the phone and after a few seconds, the call ended. He looked at Y/N, who was laying on the couch, breathing heavy.

“Yuna… she woke up just now.”

continue to CH C5

crafted for you with love by - xoxolaw

[utilitycaster]

I basically agree with what you've said wrt C3/Predathos, but I've had a theory for a while (since at least the initial decription of magic being weird during the solstice) that Predathos getting released would be the in-game Watsonian explaination for switching to, say, Daggerheart as the system of choice for C4. Which wouldn't make BH choices any more narratively satisfying, mind, but at least then I'd understand the impetus behind the choice, you know? (Granted, I also thought this would be a Suicide Squad campaign so what do I know. This theory is probably completely bunk.)

I also suspect some of the "release Predathos" sentiment is just, like, curiosity about what Predathos is. Which in an above the table way I can definitely see. There's been such a build up to Predathos, I definitely get the urge to press that button, even if I think it's absolutely an objectively terrible choice for the characters.

This is not an uncommon theory but must admit I think it's one that lacks any justification, slash, if it does end up being the reason I think that would be an extremely stupid creative decision.

The specific idea that this campaign is here to set up a new system/leave D&D has been around for, honestly, years, but there's no actual reason to set up the switch diagetically and in fact if you force a particular ending for that, I think that's a horrible narrative decision. I don't actually think diagetic/watsonian reasons for a real-world switch are necessarily better than just being like "so we switched systems because we wanted to" and I think it's particularly unwise in an improvised form; it would be a pretty massive squandering of goodwill because part of why I'm drawn to Actual Play is that it's usually not subject to The Suits At The Network. Additionally, Daggerheart as a system was only recently finalized, has the concept of gods/divine casters within it, and the Campaign Frame system makes it highly customizable by setting. They would have had to be aiming for a moving target that does not actually require killing the gods.

Additionally, I think Critical Role's origins as a game among friends, rather than something that was a little more calculated as public-facing, is often a strength but at times, and especially at points during this campaign, a weakness. However, I think that is a good argument against the idea of "hey, can you guys do this specific thing so that we can sell Daggerheart?" There's just...no reason to do this. Honestly, I suspect they've lost some fans during C3 who would have watched a totally new system and setting after C2, when faith was high, and are now like eh I've moved on. This is all a really long way to say "I'm not saying this won't happen but it will be stupid if it does."

I also must admit I cannot relate; I love a big red button but like. I am very task oriented in TTRPGs (and, I am finding, RPGs generally). I'm curious, but like, if I am in Curse of Strahd I'm gonna fucking kill Strahd. I think perhaps the game should have offered more opportunities to discover more about Predathos, or perhaps the characters should have done more with the opportunities they had.

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love Party: Tales of a Toon Assassin

C, E, Ooooooooh my!!

Moxxie and IMP had hired to put down three particularly nasty toons, the infamous Warner siblings, by the deceased WB CEO Mr. Thaddeus Plotz, having died as a result of a stroke brought about from stress by the toons. Now given the chaotic nature of the trio, understandably our resident possum was somewhat hesitant to take the job but after some coaxing, including the offer of one very big fat payday for when the deed was done, all 3 went to work. Moxxie, being the one among them with the best track record for these sort of targets, came up with a plan to rig the iconic WB water tower to blow, as it was the only place where the Warners ever seemed to let their guard down. After some thinking, they opted to go for it as it was better than just winging it so they wasted no time sneaking around the studio lot getting the necessary gear to make it look like a gas explosion, as something like C4 would bring too much suspicion.

So far so good as the mistfit hitman trio got to work settingup their bomb plan though Moxxie was almost accidentally caught by Ralph the security guard after he stepped on his tail while on his evening patrol rounds. As it was in progress and process of being set up, the thespian couldn't help but overhear an argument in the CEO office, no doubt the new person in charge was having quite a hassle of a conversation on the phone as it seemed a few people were handing in their resignations, quitting left and right out of refusing to deal with the Warner's zaniness, naturally. Looking in the office, Moxxie saw the aforementioned new boss, one Rita Nora Rita, currently doing yoga in an attempt to work the stress off, especially after what had to be quite a series of hectic calls. It was quite the distracting sight to say the very least with that biodynamic on display as it bent, flexed and posed to keep limber and flexible especially when that quite juicy booty throated to push those shorts to their limits…

Such was the sight that the imp accidentally pushed the door open due to his subconscious desire to want to see more, his sudden presence and intrusion naturally getting Rita’s attention as she turned to face him and and asked who he was and what he wanted especially at this time of the night. Moxxie, seeing the others still working on the water tower through the window, knew he had to distract her as he started by stating that he was with the pest extermination company. This got the snarky CEO bemoaning that it took so long for them to get here as she has been waiting for them to get rid of the rat problem in the horror movie sets, the freckled imp sighing in relief that his excuse had some truth to work with as he tried to keep her distracted through Rita seemed to think he was flirting with her and checking her out, trying to get a peak down her top or a good view of her butt in her workout outfit. Which wasn’t all to far from truth as she called him out for his lack of initiative or a spine to Moxxie responded that a cold fish like her probably wouldn't even know wha to do with a man.

That little verbal jab of course, set her off big time with her and the imp going right into a back and forth of snark, quips, putdowns and insults before Moxxie, getting desperate, suddenly gave her a big cartoony kiss. Which stunned the business woman for a brief moment before she soon told the imp to get the window as she locked the door and he closed the blinds she then proceeded to unleash all the stress she's had on her fron the last few weeks, leaping onto Moxxie and going wild. As she was pinning the now naked imp to her desk and riding him like a stallion, she mentally bemoaned her job and how certain toons just seriously drove her nuts and how they lost a good amount of actors and actresses in the midst of shoots and filming because the Warner's can't keep themselves under control. Before the imp really began to let her have it as the CEO soon found her world being rocked, deep and oh so damn hard!!

To think, here she was practically playing out a porn scene in her own office, now naked save for her sneakers and socks, hair becoming messaed up from its immaculate style as she was bent over and taken like a bitch in heat. Her hot little latino booty cheeks clapping and jiggling like lewd drums with every impact of that jackammering pelvis, sending surges of pleasure tingling along her spine and right to her brain. Inches of his length and girth sinking balls deep into battering her womb and hitting a whole alphabet of spots ensuring her own toys or hands would never suffice anymore and he hadn't even cum yet!! All the while Millie and Blitz had soon finished setting up and soon got to detonating the explosives, set to watch the fireworks as they made history in infamy of Moxxie's further growing reputation as an infamous toon assassin.....

Moxxie was soon finished up with Rita at that very moment, the final orgasm happening just in time for the water tower to explode but Rita unable to hear it due to the heavy record of orgasms she had endured having drowned her brain in ecstasy and bliss. Leaving the timp to peek out the curtain and see the job was done before he departed after gives the CEO a kiss goodbye and soon slipped out of the office via an air vent and head out to meet back up with Blitzo and Millie so they could haul ass back to Hell, Meanwhile, Rita would soon regain consciousness as she was dressing back up in a d adjusting her clothes, muttering, "What a man" only to be cut off by knocking on the door as she went to go answer it, which would lead to her hearing of the water tower'ss explosion. Suffice to say, the entertainment news media was going to be having quite a field day not seen since the day someone had managed to off Slappy the Squirrel!!

While it was deemed a gas explosion according to news outlets, the forsenics CSI teams did find what they identified as claw marks on the pipes nearby. Leading investigators to now believe the deaths of Minerva, Slappy and now the Warners had to be connected which meant that someone or somebody was declaring open season on toons. Meanwhile in Hell, the Warners were in deep trouble, as they were cornered by Thaddeus Plots, who happened to be working with the Vees. Hell is what you make of it and for the former CEO, he was going to make the most of it for what the three little trolls put him through, believe you me.....

As for IMP, well Blitzo surprisinly stayed conservative with his payday, opting instead to take Stolas out on a fancy date in the Lust ring. Go figure he somehow decided not to waste it on some weird horse shit and as for Moxxie? Well besides enjoying some quality time with his ladies, you can bet his services as the Toon Assassin were now about to be in big time demand. After all, you don't manage to get one over on the Warners and not get a major rep boost.....

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Bunny Bonanza

A new job lays in front of IMP, but they were reluctant to accept it and with good reason mind you since the target in question was the rascally rabbit himself: Bugs Bunny. Now on the one hand, the amount the client was willing to pay would keep IMP in the black for years but on the other, the problem was winding up on Bugs’ bad side, the toon was legendary for holding a grudge. Moxxie, being the resident toon assassin expert, opted to go in alone but he doesn't guarantee he can do the job. All the same, he soon found himself successfully infiltrating the rabbit’s private home, only to find he wasn’t alone in the place, spying two familiar female rabbits tanning by the pool.

Though it didn't seem they noticed or realized that they had an intruder on the premises, the imp breathed a sigh of relief while doing his best not to be distracted by the view of them in those quite sexy swimsuits as he continued on sneaking inside and managed to finds Bugs bedroom. Finding it unlocked, he stepped on inside hoping to set up a trap in case the rascally rabbit wasn't inside sleeping (which would afford him the luxury of the old pillow smother silencer killshot trick), only to find a single, simple note on the mattress written to "surprise guest". Picking it up only to find that it reads one word; Sucker before an airhorn suddenly sounded off. Realising this had to be a trap, the imp made moves to scramble and get as far the hell away from whatever the damn rabbit had set up, going through a typical cartoon door to door chase ala classic Scooby Doo before he somehow found himself getting corralled into a room with...a king sized heartshaped bed covered in rose petals and surrounded by some well placed scented candles.....which was some red flags for the imp if there ever were any....

Those flags became alarms as the two pool bunnies he now recognised as none other than Patricia and Lola bunny burst into the room, the latter stating the this must be Bugs; surprise.

Patricia:"Not exactly the stud we were expecting but if he can cure our heat? I'm more than happy to have some male company while our boys are away."*It was in that moment that sentence finished that Moxxie realised just how thoroughly Bugs screwed him over and set him up. More so as he saw the glow of lust in their eyes as the sexy rabbit babes stripped off their swimsuits and revealed their naked, furry forms. He'd give the rascally rabbit this, far as dupes go, this was one that'd make even Ozzie blush.....*

As our favourite little imp was still digesting the fact he'd been duped, he was then grabbed by the mother daughter duo and pinned to the bed. Wherein they wasted no time in stripping him naked and if they weren't horny enough before? Well the sight of that big red demon dick of his only made their libidos skyrocket as they took to enjoying his length and girth like the meaty carrot stick it was, licking and kissing it all over before proceeding to a tandem blowjob.

Moxxie then soon began endure handling the heat of the two toon rabbits for several days, or what felt like it and of course, fate being the comedic bitch she was, his attempt to please them only made it worse. Every and any orgasm he gave them made them only want him more, it was like those stories he'd hear abou how even Incubi tended to steer clear and avoid any hellbunnies, those gals were vicious little nymphos when they were in heat!! The fact Lola had such a tight form from her athleticism and Patricia was such a big juicy MILF of a woman certainly wasn't helping matters for the imp, be it drowning in their juices as they sat on his face or bruising his pelvis as they rode and bounced on his meat. Yet all the same he couldn't help but thank and curse Bugs all at once for setting him up like this, that damn troll!!

It was pointless to keep track of time as much as it was to keep count of the orgasms they had, all that could be comprehended was the feel of his length and girth plunging into their warm, wet mouths and the vice like grip of their pussies welcoming his jackhammering cock into their embrace. The feel of Lola's flexible body as he hammered in a mating press or took her doggy style to the jiggling, clapping thunderbuns of Patricia's ass as she welcomed his pounding pelvis working away. Just when it seemed like they'd finally lose consciousness, the sensation of him cumming inside of them, flooding their wombs or mouths seemed to only fuel their lust further. More so knowing that cock of his was nowhere near done yet and wanting this gigolo to work his demonic magic on them, Moxxie knew for sure, it was going to be a marathon.....and had only just begun to fuck....

As the girls were having their fun, we come to find Bugs lounging on a beach somewhere with Patricia's husband Walter, who remarked that he felt rather bad having to leave someone to deal with the girls. While Bugs responded the last time they went at it with the girl in a simultaneous heat, they'd wound up the hospital. Besides which, he reassured, the guy handling the matter was a professional he was sure would be...very thankful. Thinking to himself that it helped kill 2 birds with one stone, hey you don't be around as long as he has and not expect anyone with a grudge to be out for your blood after all...especially if this was the same guy who offed Slappy, Minerva and the Warners.

Moxxie had eventually managed to come out on top, though sore and drained. Heading home, using a broomstick as a makeshift crutch as he limped out of the room, having been paid by Lola and Patricia for his service. He figured at least Blitzo would accept such a generous donation in lieu of the original contract, after all it was at least twice if not 5 or 10 times what they'd been promised.....and hey, comapred to what most got from Bugs when crossing him, this was purgatory....

Bugs:*Looks at the camera,tilting his shades and winks like any good Looney Tunes fadeout.*"Ain't I a stinker?"

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Skunk Funk

We come to find Moxxie on his own for this latest job for IMP, his most recent Toon based hit against nne other Pepe LePew, put out by an old writer, who blamed the skunk for his career going down the toilet thanks in part to the French flirt's womanizing antics when it came to the opposite sex. Hiding in a neighbouring hotel room, which of course Mr.Sketch had done him a solid of booking him a quality suite, just right across from Pepe's own penthouse next door which gave him just the view he needed to make a good shot. Steadying his fully prepped rifle as he took aim and fired, but a slight miscalculation was revealed via the mirror shattering, revealing he’d hit the male skunk's reflection by mistake. A second shot took the shocked skunk down as he didn’t hesitate to fix screw but the cops had suddenly arrived at cartoonish speeds within seconds, no doubt someone had made a 911 call having witnesses Pepe’s demise…

Thankfully, Moxxie had an escape plan in mind, figures his reputation as the infamous toon assassin would send trouble his way, as he ran off and jumped down through an escape route involving the vents and the fire escape. Making sure to leave fake footprints around in a different direction, Thank you Slappy, he quipped mentally, for teaching him how to do some toon tricks, handy to have in case of a situation like this. Then came the next phase of his plan as he landed in a costume shop and put on a skunk costume, complete with mask and jacket then grabbed some cologne labelled "Skunk Funk" which he sprayed on suit for extra effectiveness. It worked soon as he stepped out of the establishment with many a patron, gambler, staff, member, tourist and officer alike quickly running from the smell, thankfully it didn’t bother the imp himself much as he’d smelt worse, especially in the Greed Ring with the place constantly reeking with odours like burning bodies and burnt rubber.

But of course fate and her sense of humour were as quirky as ever for in the midst of his attempted escape via his clever and effective disguise, he passed by a cafe where Bimbette and Fife Le Fume happened to be and were arguing with one another. The skunk girl duo had been rivals ever since Fifi entered college and were always looking to settle over who exactly between them was better, sexier, more desirable, etc. Just as Moxxie walked past them,however, they get a whiff of his Skunk Funk tainted self given how skunks stink when they are in love, they naturally thought the imp had the hots for them. It was no small wonder Moxxie knew he was in danger as he scrambled to runs away from the now down to fuck duo who of course thought he was playing around with them, at his began, poetically ironic, a Pepe le pew style chase, that naturally, given how this spicy story goes because of course, ended with the girls cornering snd trapping Moxxie in a nearby no tell motel.

The girls were of course smiling plafyully as their tails wafted sensually, unleashing their distinct scents which the imp was picking up as smelling quite sweet and strong with pheremones. Which of course had the intended effect of making Moxxie fall for them in lust and proceed to go nuts taking the two skunks on a wild ride all night long to Satisfaction Avenue in Bonetown and then. Much to the enjoyment and annoyance of their fellow patrons in the motel who knew for sure they weren't getting any peace and quiet let alone sleep. Because christ on a stick were they being loud, I tell you what!!

But really, who could blame those two who were so horny that they didn’t seem to mind or care that Moxxie wasn’t actually a skunk, not when his cock was so damn good!! The taste and feel of his length and girth in their mouths a delightful sensation of flavours on their tongue as he facefucked them but of course that had nothing inon the thrill of the penetration. The skunk babe duo’s rivalry forgotten about in favour of relishing inchesmif red hot imp cock pumping snd thrusting into their snatches in way no mere boys like Johnny what’s his face could ever dare compare. Moxxie himself couldn’t really complain but of course chalk that up to the pheromone causing havoc with his brain in a way he hasn’t felt since his first time with Millie…..

From taking Fifi or Bimbette doggy style or missionary as she ate the other girl out to one of them riding him cowgirl style as the other sat in his face and they made out. To Fifi finding herself pinned up against the wall, arms and legs wrapped around the imp as he hammered away while they kissed and made out and Bimbette feeling like she’d died and gone to heaven as Moxxie plowed her prone bone on the bed. Their silky violet and pink fur becoming wet and sticky with sweat and his manly seed marking is territory upon them as he made it crystal clew there was no competition, they were both hot and sexy as all fuck. The motel room filled with the intoxicating fog of their pheromones embodying the overwhelming lust energy as they made sweet hot fuck all day and night long….

Moxxie, miraculously, was still able to move as he got dressed and made this exit before they woke up, but not before leaving behind a nice note thanking them for a memorable time, along with a phone number. The duo snuggling together sweetly as he planted simple kisses in their cheeks and opened up himself up a portal back home, planning to shower first chance he got. No way was he taking chances that Fifi and Bimbette’s scents weren’t going to have an effect on any woman who smelled it. Especially when Millie and Verosika alone were already so kinky and horny by nature…

As Fifi and Bimbette dreamt sweet dreams of their imp lover boy and future liaisons together, the news running wild once again with headlines about the notorious Toon Assassin striking once again. Not that many were going to miss or mourn Pepe, mind you but the paparazzi were having themselves a field day and social media was abuzz with the trending hashtag, who was this myterious killer? What was their motive or purpose beyond possibly money or revenge?!! And where and who would be next?!!

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Bad News Bear?!

The Toon celebrity scene had been finding itself tense and on high alert these days and it wasn't just because of the ever fragile nature of social media, fickle public opinion and that one bad move or wrong word, any accusations, true or false especially, could see their career ended via cancel culture. No sir seems someone or something out there was calling it open season and having hits put out on certain toons, oh sure not any or everyone was a target or suspect but some who had a history of grudges knew their days had to be numbered and so these days it wasn't surprising to find some of them went out their way to hire personal security or bodyguard teams to watch out for them around the clock. Or the local law enforcement and feds just went out their way to do so especially if they felt the client in question was considered a pending possible next target of choice. Which is why we come to find ourselves at the luxury apartment of TMTV talkshow host, Julie Bruin, who was honestly just so done with all this....

Honestly, security and protection was one thing but somedays she felt less like the President of the United States and more like some high profile prison inmate and it was a wonder she felt like she had any sort of sense of privacy anymore. She couldn't so much as go out grocery shopping or browse at the fashion boutiques of a mall unless had a baker's dozen worth of men in black practically stalking her, at least they let her be when it came to using the restroom or having a bath or shower. Being a celebrity was exhausting enough without having to deal with whacko fans or privacy invading paparazzi but ever since Slappy and Minerva went 8 miles far out and 6 feet deep under, it's like the world went topsy turvy. Oh and she can't forget the fact she hadn't gotten laid in like...for goddamn ever and how can she even watch a porno without the damn suits likely ready to barge in thinking she screaming bloody murder as she tried to get her rocks off?!!

Never let it be said thst fate didn’t have a quirk sense of humour of course for at that moment, her security team were currently preoccupied with a bizarre little matter. Namely an mainly the fact that IMP were trespassing on the premises making their getaway after a non-toon related hit was pulled off and Blitz just had to pick a fight with some of the guard dogs. Don’t ask how or why but one moment they were sneaky enough that ninjas made more noise I’m co parison, the next Blitz found of the Doberman humping him so of course he took that personally which is why we now had a clusterfuck happening. The security team thinking they were the Toon Killer here to off Julie while IMP were having to split and go in the defensive with Moxxie finding himself pinned down then rooftop before he soon went and crashed right into Julie’s apartment…right into her bathroom as she was having herself a relaxing bubble bath!!

Now having some horned possum man in a suit and bow tie suddenly crashland into her bathtub would've been enough to send Julie into hysterics, scrambling to call for her security team and panic. But wouldn't you know it, Moxxie landed in such a way that his lips wound up planting a kiss on hers and that was enough to break the floodgates of her pent up libido and cause her to start making out with what had to God's answers to her prayers. Making out with the confused little imp before the bathroom was soon being filled with the distinct primal sounds as they made sweet, hot fuck with her bodyguards none the wiser due to all the ruckus going on outside. Which was to be expected when you had Millie being a one woman wrecking crew and Blitz being a full-on looney toon.....ironically...

Indeed it was enough to help drown out the volume of Julie's howling cries of wanton lust and passion from the absolute ecstasy and pleasure she was feeling right now. The water in her tub splashing about as Moxxie rocked her world, plunging and sinking inches of his big red imp cock balls deep into her and putting any and all prior lover boys rightfully to shame. But ooh of course he really knew how to use his mouth and hands too, she never knew French kissing could be so damn overwhelming and oooh the feel of those little palms and digits on her tits and ass was sensually electric!! Orgasm after orgasm hitting her so fast that she couldn't even keep count and yet this stamina machine hadn't popped like a champagne bottle, had God answered her prayers?!!

If so, she was going to be showing her thanks big time but right now was all about letting her little lover boy have his wicked way with her as the bear babe and the imp soon took it to her bedroom. Cracks forming in the walls and the ceiling as they made that kingsized bed shake and the mattress springs creak from how hard and fast they were fucking. The ursine hottie biting and gripping the sheets so hard that they were being torn to shreds, her furry botty cheeks clapping and jiggling from the impact of the imp's jackhammering pelvis as they fucked to their heart's content. Mating press, cowgirl, doggy style, prone bone, you name it, they did it as Moxxie utilized his experience and arsenal in the art of pleasuring a woman, not normally one to rush but given the heat of the moment, time was of the urgent essence!!

When Moxxie finally came of course, it proved to finally be too much for a first timer like Julie compared to many of his more intimate acquaintances who got it on the regular. The talk show stunner passing out with a dreamy smile on her face as she laid in the remains of her sweat and juice soaked bed, not a moment too soon as Millie barged in through the door and grabbed her man while he had finished picking up his clothes and hauled ass back to outside. Where the area around the apartment complex looked like a warzone in a way that'd make the average LA riot look like a bunch of bratty kindergartners having a tantrum as the IMP trio made their well overdue escape, the deed finally done. Though Blitzo was puzzled as to how and why it seemed like Moxxie was in the midst of getting dressed....

As for Julie, well she dreamt sweet dreams of her little lover boy all through the night, unaware of the mayhem which had transpired but of course her bodyguard team was going to be as confused as all Hell. Seriously did the Toon Assassin make his move while they were busy getting their asses handed to them? And was he not just a killer for hire but some sort of hitman Gigolo who aimed to kill women with pleasure?! They had so many questions!!!

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Goth Bunny?!!

Some days Moxxie can be thankful that Blitz wasn’t so gung-ho about seeing a contract through to its end because that damn rabbit could be a pain to deal with. And not just because of the fact he somehow tricked Moxxie into a thread with Lola and her mom…..while they were in heat, it was like encountering a Hell-bun when she was on the prowl for some dick!! Chalk that up to the fact the former circus clown was easing up because for once in his whole fucking life he was actually trying to be in a committed relationship but all the same, the freckled possum needed a drink. Lucky of course that a shift at Skullfuck had concluded with Mr.Sketch looking to treat any and all takers to a night out on the town at a favourite bar of his in the living world.

It was one of those sort of old school arcade type places, plenty of drinking and food available and a sizeable range of games to play, Mr.Sketch was just the sort of guy who knew what he liked and enjoyed outside of his passion for making quality smut of course. Which was just fine for Moxxie as he sat at the bar counter, steadily knocking back shots, all on his skullfaced boss' tab and the odd freebie thanks to the fact the imp was currently rocking his Moxxine get-up. He figured it was easier than just changing out of it back in his usual suit and bowtie ensemble as their latest shoot had involved one of Skullfuck's most popular kinks, LGD, plus admittedly it was always a good boost to his self-esteem making even the most hetero girl or guy question their own sexuality and level of curiosity with the riht sort of wink and smile sent their way. Really helped forget all about the hassle with that damn toon...speaking of bunnies though, seemed there was one lagomorph goth who was giving what had be a look that screamed down to fuck...

So of course, naturally Moxxie's flirting game was on as he had the bartender send a drink the pretty goth-bun's way, letting her know it came compliments of him...or rather let her think the imp was a her of course. Hey get enough liquor in Moxxie and he could be quite the kinky little troll especially when it came to playing up being Moxxine and he had a track record which proved it worked as little miss goth and sexy sent her a little toasting gesture thanking him for the drink. In no time at all he soon had this goth bunny sitting next to him making some small talk with him as they shard some drinks together and ooh was she proving very receptive to his advances. Enough so that Moxxie had a feeling he’d soon have this hottie somewhere nice, cozy and private for them to enjoy a little quality time together…

That time much sooner to the Imp's relief as he made out with this hottie, his horny state of mind being such that he felt he didn't need to know her her name, just that she was hot, sexy and oh so down to fuck. The pair's lips locked as they entered the private rooms the club had for such need of privacy whenever things got too intimate on the dance floor and at the bar as the nameless yet oh so fine cottontail kissed her way down along Moxxine's torso. Squatting down and grasping the waistband of her pants as she pulled them down, boxers and all to find a nice big red imp land on her face with a meaty smack. Seems she wasn’t offended in the slightest to find the cute girl she’d been flirting with was a trap, if anything it turned her on all the more as she began to give a blowjob and handjob to Moxxie within seconds, showing how down to fuck she truly was….

After quite the intense little facefuck for some foreplay of course, Moxxie soon had this goth hottie on the bed facedown and ass up in the air as he took her to Satisfaction Avenue in Bonetown via the Moxxx XXXpress. He wasn't sure why she seemed to mainly want just anal but didn't mean he wasn't for it of course as he sunk and plunged inches of his length and girth balls deep into that tight pretty little cottontail booty. He wasn't sure why but for some reason he was feeling some majorly deep satisfaction from fucking this rando goth bunny, akin to hatefucking some bitch who'd crossed him one time too many or that sweet bliss the first time he'd done it with Loona, getting some payback especially for all those cracks and jokes about his supposed weight problem. Whatever the reason, this pretty little minx really knew how to moan and press his buttons, even calling him Daddy for good measure.....

So of course it just made Moxxie want to fuck her all the more, our fave little possum unaware of course that the reason for his sense of sweet revenge might've had to do with the fact that his little lady friend was a trap. As in dropped a Bridgette on him because if it wasn't for the view of "her" backside, he'd notice the distinct bulge that was pitching a tent in the shorts and the heavy thick cream oozing in a flood of excess. But of course that could easily be chalked up overflow he was building up as he made those cheeks clap and this naughty little bunny scream over and over. Making the bed shake so hard and the springs creak that even with the room's walls being soundproof, the attendees and partygoers in the club could feel the heavy thuds...which naturally got quite a few of the hotties in it feeling so damn wet right about now....

When it was all said and done, Moxxie exited the room, giving the goth bunny a slap on the ass as he left them high and not so dry, ass up in the air and the bed a total mess. Humming to himself as he closed the door behind him, catching quite a few patrons and club staff off guard because hot damn, if he wasn't looking so pretty in the Moxxine get up before, he was practically glowing!! Radiating a sensual confidence as he felt damn good, like so damn Bitchin' that he could either take on the world or bang over a hundred women for a one guy multiple ladies gangbang if Mr.Sketch wanted!! Now there was an idea to run by his boss, he had to tell him while it was still fresh in his mind....

Back in the private run, the disguised Bugs Bunny had a sly little smile, even with his make up all smudged as he shot a look at where a camera would be. He knew the imp deserved a little something, respect where it was due, like hey he'd roll over and let himself get put 6 feet under but a little riot in the sheets?! Different story and hot damn he knew this goth get up got Daffy going but that imp was something else. Yeah like the rascally rabbit himself would say...ain't he a stinker?!

[mcsm-confessions]

How I think some characters would handle their spice:

M!Jesse - smiles in spite of the burning, blistering pain in his mouth. he doesn't notice the tears falling from his eyes (either from the spice, or him getting emotional while he's blabbering about his life or something)

F!Jesse - eats this stuff for breakfast. practically grew up with spicy food.

Axel - *adds more hot sauce* he loves this stuff. spice is life.

Olivia - fanning herself as she thinks she's dying.

Lukas - white boy actually handles it pretty well. the challenges he's done with the Ocelots helped build his tolerance. though he wouldn't ask for it.

Petra - puffy, red, watering eyes and sniffling. three glasses of milk gone. half-eaten food. she realizes she prefers to fight monsters and not her food. absolute failure.

Gabriel - steam literally comes out of his ears. "I'm fine" he says, before chugging an entire glass in seconds.

Ellegaard - starts rapidly speaking Danish as the heat rushes to her brain.

Magnus - "Is it hot in here or what?" pretends he's unfazed, and starts slicking back hair that's not there. call him C4 because he's choking, coughing, clearing his throat and crying.

Soren - probably forgot how overworld food tastes. gets total whiplash as his mouth turns into a furnace.

Ivor - Idris Elba in Hot Ones. potions won't help you here, buddy.

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[little-mouse-adventures]

1,2, 10 and 32 for Butler (and 2 for Tim, if that’s not too many?) Hope you’re having a good day, Mouse!

1. Canon I outright reject

Okay this is incredibly small and pedantic but: a jetpack? Really? No. I refuse. Sure, maybe after jumping off a balcony in Book 4 and getting Artemis to make him one with a mis-mash of fairy parts, but just... no. he does not usually wear a jetpack under his jacket.

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

Headcanon time! He blushes if given flowers. Full on, bright red, all the way to the tips of his ears. He can walk into a room to discover a surprise orgy involving all sorts of toys and whip cream and such things and be mildly uncomfortable and look at the ceiling as he very politely and quietly leaves, but if someone gives him a bouquet of flowers his composure goes out the window. Even if Juliet, as a small child, gave him a handful of dandelions, he'd be pink around the cheeks for hours.

10. Best moment on screen (or in the book)

The troll fight in Book 1. Don't get me wrong, he has a lot of good moments throughout the series! But the troll fight wins for me, every time. The dedication to protect his sister? The drama of strapping on armor, and then still using his gun? Taking out a beast that killed him with his bare hands? Being the only human to ever win against a troll? Top-tier moment right there.

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

An explosion (provided it's not targeted at him or those he is trying to protect). Everything from grenades to C4 to rocket launchers. If he can make something go Boom! he's happy.

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on (Tim)

His affection for his family! Yes, yes, he wouldn't wrestle in the covers with Artemis as a child, but he'd read him bedtime stories! He'd walk the grounds with him! He'd sit for hours with his wife feeding pigeons, and holding her hand! Tim loves his family deeply and yes I absolutely will die on that hill. He may have been a strict father to Artemis, but he was a father to him. He loves his wife and son and wants to do the best for him, and yes, he's probably made some mistakes doing so, but he's human. And absolutely devoted to his wife and children.

[mistresslrigtar]

Challenge List - completed

Letters are rows, numbers are columns, reading left to right

A1 - Recommended by a friend - The Golden Chain by @zeldadiarist - I've seen the concept art and this looks and sounds like something I would really like!

A3 - Caught up on a work - Uneasy Lies the Chosen of Farore by @drsteggy This is one of my current favorites and I look forward to the updates! It features a middle-aged Link and Zelda who are just now having to take on their roles as the Hero and Princess.

A4 - An incomplete project - Void's Grasp by @the--voided Great beginning that puts you right into the middle of a frantic race to escape. I haven't been able to read further, but I look forward to seeing where this story goes

A5 - I made an Original Legends work! - Captain Link Araki and the Harbinger of Destiny by me @mistresslrigtar - join a sassy Zelda with agency and a down-on-his-luck pirate, Link on a swashbuckling romp across the Great Sea.

B1 - Updated this year - Cycle of the Stars by @daeyumi - Gorgeous artwork accompanies this story

B4 - A comic - Divine Gemstones by @twist-dg New and unique designs and characterizations for Link and Zelda. Looking forward to this comic

B5 - Subscribed to an ongoing work - On My Honor by @pelicanpig - Features a teenaged Link who takes on the role of older brother/protector for Zelda. She's discovering her power and he struggles with his calling. Each chapter ratchets up the angst.

C1 - A familiar creator - A Link to the Stars by @abbyzwrites with art by the phenomenal @coffebits Set far in the future of Legend of Zelda lore. Link is a general in the Hyrulean Army, Ganondorf is his best friend and second in command, and Zelda is a brunette princess. Think Star Wars meets Starship Troopers but starring our favorite LoZ characters. The latest chapter has some tooth-achingly sweet fluff mixed in with the angst. Love Coffeebits character designs and Abby’s writing.

C3 - Show Us Your EH TBR

Break the Wheel by @randombutloved, Guarding Zelda by @railtracer30, All That Hurts by @karama9, Too Old to Keep by @ladyhoneydee

C4 - By a mutual or someone I'd like to be a mutual - In the Blood by @zeldaseyebrows Zombies? In Hyrule? One I’m saving to read for Halloween!

D1 - A new favorite - Hero by @karama9 This is one I probably wouldn't have read, but I'm glad I did! It's set in a dystopian Hyrule, with fresh and unusual characterizations for Link and Zelda, that I loved. Link is so timid, he's afraid of his own shadow and Zelda is just a girl who has to push him into accepting his role. They work together as a team to save Hyrule from Ganon. I highly recommend it. I will warn there is one chapter that features graphic material that may be disturbing to some. (but having read this story fully, as a reader it can be easily skipped.)

D4 - A genre I love - The Promise by @zeldaelmo Bridgerton meets LoZ in this one. Regency characterizations of Link and Zelda that I adore. Link is as awkward and sweet as we expect him to be, and Zelda is as witty and intelligent as always. Zelmo just posted a deliciously spicy NSFW chapter for those of us who like that sort of thing 😅😂

D5 - Picked because of the title - Princess Link: Engaged to my sister's kidnapper??? by @sparkspsps I can't wait to dive into this one. A role swap and from the title and summary it sounds funny and something I'd really like.

E1 - A complete project - Goddess of Secrecy by @amelias-hart I've really enjoyed following Link and his main companion, Endeavor on their journey across Hyrule. It's a co-op story, and Link receives plenty of help along the way so he doesn't have to face anything alone. Vast worldbuilding and lots of new and quirky characters really bring this story to life.

E4 - Less than 1000 hits or 100 notes - The Princess's Heart by @nocturnalfandomartist I followed along with this story Noct wrote for Zelink Week last year. Each chapter opens with a portion of a fairytale that is passed from generation to generation - then jumps into the narrative that follows Link and Zelda on their latest adventure.

E5 - Left a review in EH's Story Spotlights - The Mage's Lantern by @nocturnalfandomartist - another by Noct that I've only just begun reading, but am enjoying so far! Hyrule is buried beneath snow caused by a storm called The Silver Tempest (cool name). Beautiful art accompanies each chapter.

[transformers-spike]

Okokokok so I don't know if you know anything about the game Lockdown Protocol, but it's basically Among Us on steroids. For context, go to YouTube and look up Siri Group of People and doomscroll and enjoy😈😈😈

Now that you have the context needed for this....

Imagine the bots and cons and humans playing a game like this from their respective homes and bases, and one of the humans has a habit of blowing everyone up. Said human has definitely earned the nickname BoomDoom. For good reason.

Doesn't matter of its bot, con, another human, if they find the C4 and the detonator, they WILL go boom in the game. Definitely makes wheeljack proud even tho he's never met the human irl. If it weren't for the war going on, he'd probably track them down and adopt them.

Well one day the BoomDoom human just stops playing, it's like they just disappeared, conveniently the cons have a new pet human. No one realizes said human happens to be BoomDoom. Except Soundwave probably because it's Soundwave. Why wouldn't he know the human's Internet footprint.

It's probably been some months since BoomDoom disappeared and one day the bots raid the nemesis because war.

The bulk of the fighting ends up converging into one room and the next thing they all know, the human, without warning, just runs in, yells group of people, and launches several flash grenades into the room before running off. Not even Cybertronians are immune flash grenades 😂😂😂

How do you think each of them would react once they realized what the fuck just happened?

😂😂😂😂😂

Honestly - the best I can give is complete confusion Everyone being like "what" after it happens

[meimeimeirin]

I have more but this is the only one i managed to download atm i am gonna send the rest later lmao (the quest was so fun with lil akitsu suddenly playable my heart melted at this little saurian)

Sorry thats not all of it (thought i copied it all, weird) but your hubby being freaking Apollo- 🫣

Any thoughts on pulling for anyone? Have you given into temptation for your pulls considering your hubby? (Why do i have memories of you telling me that- sry if this is repeated i have a lizard brain)

i wouldn't be surprised this man is an onion and is hoyo's favorite male character, i do think there's a lot more to him that we'll eventually discover at the end game.... all the wild theories omg hsdfhshdhf

i did pull for zhongli and got him to c4. will probably c6 him on his next rerun ー as of now i just don't see any interesting characters that i might want to pull. also wtf ifa is 4 stars?? orz...... still no male 5 stars in sight, huh.... ☠️

[cringefaecompilation]

it's never gonna happen but I do think it would be funny if for c4 the cast did play Actual villains.

Like people complained about bells hells and they're like "Oh, you wanna see what an actual Villain is like."

Going; Superheros (VM), underground Saviours (MN), NPC party (BH), Villains.

I don't think it would happen, no only because it's very hard to tell a long form campaign about bad people, especially when they're played by inherently good people (sam had such a hard time maintaining Braius as a evil). But also that sort of goes against the spirit, wouldn't be a great message, and would probably be a difficult watch.

there was a one-shot where they all played a party of villains (early on in c2 i think?) and it ended with a tpk!

with all honesty i think liam is the only person able to pull it off. it wouldn't be impossible for all of them to do it, but certainly fucking weird and uncomfy to watch. plus i think they might feel like they're being mean too matt... at least i would feel that way playing an evil character!

[pyromaniacbibliophile]

Tempus Est

Just posted first chapter of my new fanfic Tempus Est! (Ao3)

Summary:

War changes adults, changes people, changes futures. Magic changes people too.

Leaves green-eyed boys where they aren't wanted

Makes the youngest boy constantly forgotten

Gets clever girls bullied

Mocks wild-eyed seers who have seen death too young

Forces 'precious' daughters into feminine moulds

Abuses heirs who don't show magic obviously.

And when those boys find a pack

When those boys make themselves remembered

When those girls harden like diamond and decide to show them all

When those girls use their visions like a cloak and call ravens from branches

When those girls crack their moulds and fight back

When those boys channel their magic into carniverous and poisonous plants

Then…

(First chapter below the cut)

HP (freak)

are you mad

freak

you don't belong

go and talk to the trees

go and howl at the stars, wolf-boy

wild boy

we don't want you here

sleep outside boy

we don't want a freak in our house

sleep with the wild animals for all we care

join a pack, freak-boy

only no-one wants you, do they?

If they don't want me so be it/they can bleed

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RW (forgotten)

what's the matter afraid of spiders

they were only playing, percy

my name's not percy

then run along bill

i don't care what you do, brother, play chess for all i care

rook d2. you lose, red-head

knight c4. you lose, carrot

queen d7, you lose, brother

tough luck. i must get back to my work, fred

i'm not fred

pawn f8. i win

bishop c1, i win

queen a6, i win

only they still don't know my name

I'll make them remember my name

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HG (swot)

why don't you read a book, nerd

teacher's pet

swot

bushy hair

miss you can't keep doing this

let others have their turn

why when i know better

detention

that's nice sweetie

it's been four hours they didn't even notice

locked in the library overnight? 

mum dad i'm home i'm sorry i worried you

what was that darling?

have you been somewhere

if your books are so good why don't you marry them

I'll show them what books can do

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LL (loony)

loony

freak

have you seen her eyes

spaced out

high

i heard her father was a -

i heard her mother is a -

do you want to be friends?

no thanks crazy

why would anyone be friends with you

go and find some birds in the forest maybe they'll like you

hello

i was told birds might like me

they were probably wrong 

no-one likes me

kra-ka-caw?

oh! hello

mummy?

no, sweetheart

no mummy now

hello ravens

my mummy died you know

you did say so i know

but i didn't want to believe you

I'll listen to you now (and maybe they'll be sorry they mocked us)

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GW (darling)

oh darling

of course you can't play with the boys

you're a girl

girls learn to sew

and cook

and take care of the family

your brothers are not you

you're the only girl, sweetheart

you have to be good

oh of course, madam

wouldn't want to offend perfect princessie

by bringing mud everywhere

of course, our neat little sis

darling why is there a knife in here

why are you bleeding

oh darling. 

the pain made things sharper

stopped me crying

she doesn't say

i slipped mummy

i was trying to cook

in your room?

oh darling

darling quidditch is for boys

but the harpies

are uncouth scarlet women who never had an education

you are my precious little girl

you won't be like them

if you want to play quidditch so much sis

just sneak out at night

oh but mummy's darling princess would never

wouldn't she?

I will. And then they won't call me darling again 

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NL (squib)

what are you?

a disappointment gran

yes you are

you should have been more like my frank

it's your fault he's like that

and you can't even honour his memory 

by being a decent wizard

spending all your time in those greenhouses

good for nothing

what can plants do

other than kill you a thousand ways then heal you a thousand ways

he doesn't say

nothing gran

nothing. just like you. nothing

your father would be so disappointed

he was a great wizard fought bravely

you are not even a wizard

can you even do magic

just a squib aug

better to throw him out a window

if he's a wizard he'll be fine

oh so you are a wizard after all

still pathetic

your father was great

i doubt you'll get a hogwarts letter

may as well start learning muggle stuff, eh algie

ha

stick with your plants squib 

Oh I will. (Then you'll learn what plants can do)

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[brucewaynehater101]

Imperial delegation dedicated to taking care of their emperor and his consorts while they're on earth love pie. Each member of the delegation has different opinions regarding various types of pie but the consensus is generally positive. One of the reasons each member of the delegation was chosen was because of their ability to digest earth based food and handle earth's atmosphere. Only one of them needs to have a regular supply of supplements for trace elements that earth isn't able to provide naturally. The imperial chef has joined the baking beef between Martha Kent and Alfred Pennyworth as a new opponent for both bakers. The imperial chef secretly believes that if they can outbake or outcook both Martha Kent and Alfred Pennyworth then their emperor and his consorts will have to come home to the empire so they can keep getting the best food!

The caretaker of the imperial wardrobe is very huffy about every single uniform/costumes of the JL except Dick's discowing costume and Signal's whole look. They find Wonder Woman's outfit tolerable but think it needs feathers. They have strong opinions about popped collars and rhinestones. They've also brought a fabric with them that is impervious to the highest caliber bullets on earth but maintains the general feel and movement of the finest silk. It doesn't do much against the physical impact of the bullet but basically bullets cannot penetrate the fabric at all. The fabric can also only be cut or punctured by scissors that have been treated with a special chemical and needles treated with the same chemical and have to have the process reapplied regularly or it won't work, which means that regular knives, swords, and other cutting or puncturing implements are not getting through this silk. It's also capable of temperature regulation at extreme temperatures and comes only in hot pink, neon green, and sky blue.

Arthur is a sovereign of a singular nation, not an empire which contains numerous nations, and would probably think about the imperial delegation about as much as he would a delegate from the UN, not very much unless they mess with the oceans and if they do then he's messing them up.

Diana is a princess, not the actual ruler, but also in some versions a diplomat with the UN. She'd probably get assigned to try to figure out who is part of the imperial family and what is the political situation in the empire, should earth support this family to reclaim power? but if she's not attached to the UN then she'd probably just want to learn about the empire because one of her big things about leaving Themyscira is to learn about the "world of man".

I would like to think that Tim has figured out some sort of way to block or discourage J'onn from getting into his head and shared those methods with the C4 but if not then J'onn is generally polite enough not to dig into peoples' minds for no reason or casually. He would have no real reason to suspect Tim or the C4. As to Mars relationship with the empire, they're probably not going to be asking to join anytime soon.

Starfire and Tamaran are in another area far away from the empire and she's got a lot of political mess to deal with but possibly Starfire might be tempted to petition Tamaran join the empire but it's unlikely since she probably couldn't and wouldn't get the majority of her people to agree to such a thing. At most they'd probably be trade partners at some point when it becomes acceptable for both sides.

Thank you for including the perspective of Arthur, Diana, J'onn, and Starfire. I was curious about their respective thoughts or viewpoints on an alien empire given their own experiences (not necessarily ruling, but being a part of a non-human government/nation/whatever, dealing with Earth/human policies, and all that).

As for Starfire specifically, that makes perfect sense. This AU hasn't gone into the specifics on why these planets ask Tim to rule them, but it would make sense that Tamaran doesn't meet that desperation/requirements for it. They may or may not establish trade. I'm not too sure on all of the history/lore of that planet, but we can assume they are perfectly content with their own systems in this AU. At most, some advisors may meet up with one of Tim's advisors to discuss the differences in their systems for improvement sake (like maybe Tamaran does better at managing their past history/consequences of previous actions while Tim's planets are testing out modern supply technology for efficiency).

I've mentioned it before, but didn't quite tie the concept that the protection delegation would need to be able to handle Earth's atmosphere. In that same breath, I wonder if there's planets Tim can't visit (or can't visit long term) due to his human biology not vibing with their enviornment/atmosphere. That planet would probably be very sad :(

I want the imperial wardrobe person to just subtly roast or wrinkle their nose at other hero costumes. They are obviously chill with Signal and Nightwing (specifically discowing), but the others get a look of disdain. In all honesty, they really really care about Tim and his loved ones. They want Tim and the others to appear as their best selves and not be ridiculed by others. It's from a place of care that they roll their eyes at most hero costumes.

The fabric is super cool as well! Maybe another stipulation (besides the time required to make clothes out of it being high due to everything needed to be made by hand) is that the material is tedious to acquire.

[utilitycaster]

Man, I didn’t want to believe the c3 stans on twitter were actually being that dense and hypocritical, but one quick search and woooooow. I can’t believe I’m seeing ‘I wish people could criticize CR without people jumping to CR’s defense!’ from the same people who’d call you homophobic for saying Laudna’s story arc has been poorly handled. Like these people aren’t even disagreeing that C3 has pacing issues now! But somehow they still can’t admit that maybe the naysayers had a valid point and it’s only a problem when their blorbos don’t get all the spotlight in the ending, something the naysayers were worried about ever since the Keyleth speed dial moment.

I’ve seen people say ‘to make up for BH not getting the full spotlight I want them to show up in C4!’ and like, that really does just highlight how all that matters to these people is their little blorbos getting more screen time. They see that pulling past parties into the current campaign can lead to them overshadowing the current party, and rather than arrive at the conclusion ‘we should limit the ability for past PCs to show up in future campaigns’ they think ‘I want C4 to focus on my favorite blorbos at the expense of the new party!’

YUP. One of the consistently worst, most unkind, and self-absorbed of the lot, who constantly takes anything that challenges the idea that their blorbos are not the most morally justified in the worst faith possible, made a post during their gross tantrum regarding the charity one-shot about how Bells Hells should crash the Fjorester wedding and like...I mean honestly it's just deeply sad. Like, most of the Bells Hells stans don't even like Fjord, Jester, Fjorester, or the Mighty Nein in general, and they probably wouldn't enjoy watching a one-shot (let alone paying to see it live) just to catch a brief glimpse of Bells Hells, and as someone who is paying to see it live my feeling is much more just...I mean that would be kind of weird, but like, the thing is, I like the Mighty Nein so much that a party I like less showing up is like, ok, weird choice, but the Nein are here. And they clearly hate the Mighty Nein more than they enjoy Bells Hells, and that is something of a tragedy.

A lot of us repeatedly said that the Bells Hells fans really wanted Campaign 2 but with Bells Hells and every time they jeered at us and now they're pointing to the time and space that the Aeor arc was given and crying that this is what they wanted. Hell, as someone else pointed out, they're too stupid to come up with a unique slogan - they've taken Liam's "what's sexier than wizards NOTHING" and swapped in sorcerers. They wanted Vox Machina in the story when it meant bringing back one of the most weakly conceived actual play characters to ever exist, and a lot of them even liked the Nein in episode 50 because they could write scenarios with Beau and Imogen, but suddenly, when it's apparent that this was never Bells Hells' campaign, it was the big trilogy finale in which Bells Hells were the current PCs, they're so bitter that they've already written off a Campaign 4 on every possible level. They can't ever extricate the party from past ones given Orym and Laudna's baked-in concepts and won't admit they got exactly what they signed up for.

They've been mad at us for literal years for calling various party members selfish, and we've known for years it was because they were, themselves, utterly selfish. It's really that simple.