#random rolls

[honestlydarkprincess]

*this has no rhyme or reason i’m just bored

[noneatnonedotcom]

danny phantom villain

basic idea, some other kid gets powers in the danny phantom universe but they're not excto plasmic. i will be rolling all powers randomly except the final one which I will mainly just be using to round out a theme depending on how wacky the rolls get.

there are ten groupings and so i will be rolling a d10 5 times and then rolling on the table randomly.

@weatherman667 lemme know how you'd handle writting this villain.

or antagonist if you're not going full villain with it.

the rolls are 8 ,1,5,10,7 so first up is bloodline! roll is 30

rolled revenant, but that's too close to danny's power so we'll do something else re roll! 11

Beast of Legend: (100cp) In the woods of olden times, strange things roamed. Things that science couldn’t explain yet they still existed. One of those things might even be what you’ve become now, a beast of folktales and legends. Taking this grants you a new form, even a transformation from a normal human form if you want, that turns you into a massive, monstrous version of an animal native to the americas. A mighty wolf with a head the size of a man’s body and unnatural speed, a vampiric bat with a wingspan greater than a house that sucks horses dry of blood in one gulp, an invisible predator with too many deadly talons and legs or even a murderous duck capable of swallowing people whole. Whatever form is chosen, you gain excellent instincts for using that form in combat or hunting and most normal people will be unable to put up much resistance, even with basic firearms, against your might.

we're gonna go with giant wolf form for his transformation. seems like a clasic. next roll is! 166!

Bestial Reverence: (200cp +100 for upgrade) "Depending on the quality of their bloodlines, most spirit beasts are capable of suppressing other members of their races. For example Flowery is able to control any snake that she encounters since she is a snake with a divine bloodline. This perk won’t give you a bloodline, but it will grant you a similar power. Each time you purchase this perk you may select one type of animal to gain control over. You will be treated like an honored member of their species whenever you encounter your chosen group. Some examples of this are snakes, dogs, shrimp, or another type of species. By paying an additional 100cp you may select a broader group. Using the previous examples you could upgrade them to dragons, canines, and sea creatures."

canines is what we're going with here. seems like we've already got a theme going on.

155 is the next roll and that's

Talent and Muscles: (400CP) your muscles are around eight times more dense than normal, giving you a significant increase in both strength and endurance without looking any different. Not only this, but you have a talent for breathing and fighting techniques, able to learn and train up about 5 times faster than you normally would.

a giant wolf with 8xs muscle density, wouldn't wanna be danny right now.

Sanctuary: (600CP) "You’ve acquired your own piece of Sanctuary, a collection of Greek-style temples that act as the fortress for Athena and her Saints, personalized for you and any companions you have. The building is strong enough to withstand an exchange of blows between the Gold Saints, and will remain hidden from sight should you do wish it. you may place the Sanctuary in a place outside of civilization of your choosing.

alright random greek temple sitting around in the mid west that no one has found so far.

last roll is 8!

Ghosts in the Fog: Sometimes, you can talk to ghosts. The exact conditions are kind of vague, but the basics are determined by you when you take this perk, as the ghosts need a certain medium to be visible. So, you get three choices of "places ghosts might show up to talk to me," and these can be asvague as "pools of water" to as specific as "clouds of fog rolling through tall mountains while I'm training." If you want, you can even have multiple choices be the same thing, because in and of itself, this perk doesn't toggle; if a ghost could show up, there's a 90% chance there will be a ghost there, and some might not stop following you once they realise you can see them...

alright his three places are reflections, fog, and forests. he quitliterally weakens the division between the ghost zone and the normal world.

alright i'll pick a power to tie this all together then.

Soul Realm Cultivation: (free) "Everyone has a soul. You have been taught how to grow your soul realm’s power through concentration and training. Cultivating your Soul Realm allows you to train your soul, making it more powerful and larger. you need no kind of external energy to enable you to cultivate the TDGverse cultivation system. "

alright so here's what i would do with this character. somewhere in America there was a ancient god. at the twilight of the old gods it didn't bother fighting against the changing times instead it left it's power to be found by another some day and set it's soul to be reincarnated as a human. a few thousand years later a random kid stumbles on the temple and becomes a giant wolf. transforming back and forth at will and now constantly having to fight ghosts that seek to flee the "underworld" later tales would know this god as cerberus the guard dog of hades. but you can just call him mike.

one day while tracking down ghosts that have made their way to a town called amnity mike comes across a ghost boy playing superhero. and a fight ensues

honestly got really lucky with the rolls just added the cultivation since it was a freeby and it gives him an ability to get stronger.

i think the fight itself would be awesome, at first danny is just dealing with canines of all kinds just attacking him constantly, then some dude who's huge shows up and can somehow punch him even when he's intangible and he's way stronger than he should be. and once danny really pushes him he turns into a giant wolf on top of everything and they darn near kill each other as danny won't stop coming back from the ghost zone and mike won't stop hunting him when he escapes.

at least until he learns danny is only half ghost. mike's not happy about the ghost portal but given he weakens the boundaries of life and death just being alive he decides to leave before something big makes it through.

alternative danny finds mike while on vacation and this leads to an ongoing fight between the two that is basically just on sight every time.

lemme know what you guys would do, ideas can come from anyone

[pandorkful]

LIVE NOW!

[inkskinned]

i wrote an interactive poem for my girlfriend in 3 parts. she said you need to read it.

go here: take only the final quiz or take all 3. i don't mind. it's sad, though. this is a poem about choice. about fate and mental illness and how love fits inside of all of it. this is a poem about a long dark hallway. mostly this is a poem about mango sushi rolls.

good luck. i love you. despite it all, i'm hopeful.

[infiniteorangethethird]

sure "romantic" isn't the only type of love but also "love" isn't the only type of positive feeling. So maybe stop insisting everyone needs love to be happy and accept that loveless ppl exist? Pretty please?

[astrhae]

Can I watch?

GOOD OMENS S2E5 + some underrated Crowley shots

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[softwaring]

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[lilislegacy]

pov if it were percy, annabeth, and grover at an event like this (based on their facial expressions)

[hatsbuckets]

Another Price x wife/fem!reader ficlet because I'm addicted to him. might do a nikprice thing soon though.

cw: eventual smut (designated at the ellipses), so 18+ but i wanted it to be cozy. It's a soft fic tbh, I cried. nothing too descriptive but oral! fem receiving, p in v unprotected, idk if anything else.

The door clicks shut behind him with the gentlest sound, but even that feels like too much. He moves on autopilot. Boots off. Coat hung. Bag dropped. Keys placed. Hands still dirty, fingers aching from the cold, from the tension that never left his knuckles even once.

He hasn’t spoken in hours, and now the silence stretches around him, too big and too loud all at once, but then he sees you.

You're curled up in the corner of the couch, legs tucked, head tilted, some book half-forgotten in your lap. Light catches on your face like it was meant to land there, like it knew that’s where it should rest and so does he.

He crosses the room without thinking. His knees hit the floor, slow and creaking, and his hands reach for you like they always do--like they must. He doesn’t know what to say, wouldn’t trust his voice even if he did. All he knows is this: he needs you. Just you and your warmth and weight and breath.

He leans in and lays his head to your chest, where your heartbeat taps steady against his cheek, strong and soft and very alive. He exhales slow and steady, the breath shaking out of him.

And fuck, your smell. That quiet warmth he only ever finds here. The fabric of your shirt soft against his skin. Your fingers brush in his hair without needing to be asked. He presses his face in further, breathes deeper, lets his arms slide around your waist and up your ribs and stay there, holding the rise and fall of your lungs in his palms. His thumb brushes the smallest motion along the proof that you’re still here. That he’s still here. Your heartbeat’s in his ear, and he counts the beats like a lifeline.

He tangles his legs with yours, big frame curling in like he wants to crawl into the space where you exist and never leave where there’s no mission, no gunfire, no blood he couldn’t stop. Just stay in the place where your chest rises and falls and rises again, and the way your body always makes room for him.

He doesn’t cry, but he thinks maybe if you said his name right now--soft, like you mean it--he just might.

So instead, he whispers yours, quiet, like a prayer. And when you breathe deep, slow and steady, he lets himself match it. He lets your rhythm become his anchor. He lets your hands in his hair bring him home.

... smut below ...

He doesn’t plan on asking for anything, doesn’t plan on taking, or moving, or talking. He just needed to feel your chest rise and fall beneath him. He needed your warmth to bleed into his skin and remind him he’s alive, that he came home, again and again, to you.

But then your fingers slip under his shirt, brushing the bare skin of his back, tracing an old scar at his hip--warm and gentle and familiar--and his whole body shudders with pure relief.

Your touch travels slow, up from the scar to the top of his shoulder blade. It moves featherlight down the line of his spine, then up again, smoothing over the tension in his shoulders. He breathes out hard--chest trembling against yours--and presses his mouth to your sternum, open and reverent, just a kiss, just him saying thank you without needing to speak.

Your hand moves from his hair to cradle his cheek. You tip his chin up, give that one, soft smile, and he’s unmade.

He shifts, pushes up on his arms to hover above you, his big hands bracing either side of your waist. For a moment he just looks, studies the way your lips part, the way your skin glows in the low light, the way your eyes hold him like you want all of him... like he’s not too much.

His hands move slow. He undoes the buttons of your shirt one by one, like unwrapping something precious. His fingers are light, shaking, moving not to get it off fast, but to savor it. Every inch of skin revealed is met with his mouth, soft kisses to your collarbone, your ribs, the inside curve of your waist. You feel his beard drag, the scratch of it rough, every brush a reminder that he's here.

“Let me,” he murmurs, voice low and hoarse.

You nod, and that’s all he needs.

He kisses down your stomach like he could live in the space between his lips and your skin. His hands massage your thighs, slow circles with his thumbs, and when he parts your legs, it’s with reverence.

He's still for a long moment, just looks at you, eyes meeting yours through his lashes. He breathes against your skin, rests his head on your thigh, lets you feel how much he wants this, how much he needs to give. Then his mouth lowers, and he starts slow. Long, languid movements of his tongue, gentle kisses to the inside of your thigh in between, murmured nothings and praises half-swallowed by the way he holds you open for him.

He stays there, mouth devoted, until you’re trembling with it, until your fingers are in his hair, tugging, until you whisper his name like it’s a secret only he deserves. And even then, he takes his time.

When he finally comes back up, he's meeting your soft, blissed smile with his own. He kisses you slow, like he’s savoring your taste on his tongue, like he wants you to know what you do to him and what you mean to him.

You help him out of the rest of his clothes, soft touches and kisses exchanged in the quiet between breaths. When he finally slides into you, it’s deep and deliberate--one long press that has both of you gasping into the space between your mouths.

“Fuck,” he whispers, lips against your cheek.

"Romantic, John," you whisper, all tease in your voice.

He hums, happily pressed as close as he can be, warm skin against warm skin. Your hands slide up his chest, fingers brushing through the course hairs there until they lock behind his back.

He finally moves, barely any space between where your hips meet before he's back again. He just rocks into you, slow and steady, his whole body wrapped around yours like he could shield you from the world and could hide here, in you, forever.

He murmurs your name, over and over. He tells you you’re perfect, tells you you’re his.

You come apart beneath him, soft, and gasping, and so beautiful--you know because he tells you so--he follows with a low moan and a stuttering breath, clutching you to him like a drowning man finding shore. He stays inside you for a while, presses his forehead to yours and breathes with you. He only moves away when you're both ready, sighing longingly at the seperation.

His hands settle once again at your waist, just as they did when he walked through the door, feeling your breath rise and fall beneath his palms. His head rests over your heart. And after a few moments he sleeps. Despite the sweat and spend--and grime still on him--you don't dare move because he's yours and he’s safe and he’s home.

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[upon-the-snow]

okay this was meant for new years but I missed that deadline so here it is anyways!

[tomahachi12]

Day 8 - Nori

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