#roll the dice 6

[lordgroose]

my collection continues to grow and grow. and grow.

... and grow.

[rafent]

🍪 + 3

By the third or fourth one, the pretense of just playing the game had probably worn a little thin.

Still, she pulls back to catch her breath, licking what remains of the taste of chocolate and Rafal from her lips. "I win." She declares before he can, even if she's not sure which one of them actually won this one or the match before or the...not the point.

Leaning back (she doesn't remember which round led to her straddling his lap) she blindly reaches for his desk until she manages to grab another biscuit. Placing it between her teeth, she's even sure to offer him the coated side again as she smirks. "Rematch?"

POCKY DAY ♥

As meticulously as he should ever count his victories, the more unfavorable losses were accounted for also. None more aware of them than the competitive and scowling - not pouting - dragon who darkened all the more. Another win of Yunaka's loudly proclaimed; did she need to declare it always when his own eyes and ears would suffice to confirm? The only salve to his pride a fleeting taste of sweetness already in rapid decline. Or perhaps the taste were merely hers.

Where lines should blur one into the other, this flavor and that flavor indistinguishable, such were the extent of their tries.

"You know of my answer. We will go again," he grumbled, without protest to the act of reloading their efforts. Biscuit balanced between her lips, another attempt set before his, and he brought his head closer before pausing. A miraculous and heaven sent pause, replete with ideas and strategies and exceeding consciousness of the space between their bodies. Which was precisely none.

"By the by, Yunaka. Quite the unorthodox seat you have claimed for yourself. Fine by me, but you ought to be aware of the effects of your. . .squirming. I may be dragon, but at day's end, this body of mine is more human than one might think."

A simple and singular movement of his hips bumped against her, hardly more than an innocent nudge. It was not unheard of mischief, to cry 'fire!' in a crowded vicinity regardless of fire itself to quickly vacate the premises, only rare in that Rafal should deviously make it his own, brilliant red eyes slow blinking and half-mast.

"—and undoubtedly male."

Rafal roll: 6, flawless victory!

The cookie stick snapped. On such a gamble, of course it did. Why work harder when one can simply work smarter? His tongue flitted out to catch the crumbs, licking his lips from corner to corner; hardly aiding the impression of a devilish and impure dragon. Both true to form interpretations, if anyone should ask him.

[wafflecrew-outofcontext]

Paultin: I’ll take a sip of wine, what could go wrong? DM: make a Constitution saving throw

[kaxen]

The writing in Citizen Sleeper is such a vibe for stubbornly making the best out of a crap situation.

Screenshot from one of the endings below the cut

[sannyo-appreciation-posts]

Sannyo's fashion sense is everywhere

Celina, the Lunalight player from Yugioh Arc V appreciates Sannyo's fashion sense. Despite coming from a series split into multiple dimensions, all of the Dimensions had access to the beloved game Unconnected Marketeers.

They are sad because they never get a chance to play it much, and only Celina managed to develop Sannyo's excellent fashion sense.

[robotclownindulgence]

Are we gonna talk about how malevolent is basically lovecraftian yugioh or are y'all not ready to have that conversation?

[digitcounter]

happy 300 followers! thank you all very much for following my knockoff gimmick blog, i appreciate it and recieve much seratonin from it

as celebration, i have a poll of opinion:

23456 8 0

[seven out of ten]

[miyuthejellycat]

When you are a character designer and you want to play a game with the kids you’re tutoring

[the-warrior-of-the-mind]

Chat SongFeather is gonna be so sad when Athena's amnesia happens 💀

Ooc:

Yeahhhhh. Athena said she wouldn’t leave Circe then this shit happens. For 3-4 days…💀

[writhe]

i miss my dice

[svampira]

i love making mary sues ngl

[good-wine-and-cheese]

Finished a chapter on the vaesen campaign, Erich (pacifist doctor with piss poor physical capabilities) was the only character in our 7-man party to not get scared by a kraken and had to save everyone from drowning with just the absolute worst shittiest odds because he's a noodle that cannot carry other people for shit

He in fact nearly drowned but the kids saved him 🥺

[chirp-featherfowl]

rolled four fucking sixes for one of buddy dawn's ability scores. what the fuck. what the fucik. what the fuck. what the fuck. what are the statistics of that. how does that work.

[esoomris]

spider-man game has different suits you can unlock using tokens you get from completing in-game activities

after a certain point basically every suit requires "challenge tokens"

the only way to get "challenge tokens" is to complete Taskmaster's stupid little game boxes

after i completed a handful of stupid game boxes Taskmaster showed up and kicked my ass and then called me afterwards to make fun of me (who gave him my phone number)

it is inevitable that if I continue playing his little games this will happen again and i don't want it to

but i want the suits

is dressing my video game character up like a little doll worth the risk of getting owned by a cpu again? jury is still out, possibly sulking

[kagedbird]

Continued from this *Aela and Farkas dash across the grasses, chasing after Allora as she speeds ahead with her smaller, more lithe frame, just managing to keep up the pace. They follow her along as she dashes towards the forests south west of Whiterun, towards Falkreath. But before she can manage to get there, Farkas is able to cut her off with Aela keeping behind.* Farkas: Allora, calm down. It's me, Farkas. Allora: Go away. *her left eye that used to be near completely over taken with gold is now mostly blue again, but with almost shard-like pieces of the gold covering the iris* I have to make him pay. Aela: Make who pay? Hircine? Allora: *snarls at the name, digging her claws into the dirt* Yes. Farkas: I know you didn't want this. What happened? Talk to me. I know it's hard but you know I'll listen. Allora: *whips her head around, bashing it into a tree trunk and growls louder and louder* Shut up, shut uP! Aela: Farkas, we need to restrain her until her transformation is over. Farkas: Nuh uh. You listen to me on this one Aela. Stand down. Allora, you still with me? Allora: Make it stop- please make it stop-! *grips her head tightly, curling up on the ground and shaking* Farkas: *slowly approaches her, knowing his time as a werewolf to safely manage her is dwindling, and tries to give a comforting rumble* Hey. It'll be okay. I'm with ya, all right? Just- Bren: Allora! Gods- where are you?! Allora: *stiffens and raises her hackles at the sound of his voice, bashing her fist into the tree trunk and through the other side* No! I won't do it! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME! Aela: What is he telling you to do? Allora: Hunt. Prey. No! Hunt Bren! I won't hurt him! *Team Dragonborn + Bren arrive, having followed the harsh tracks left in the wake of the werewolves and the growling, each watching the scene warily* Aela: *growls in warning to the group, turning to face them, pointing away, knowing they won't understand her otherwise* Bren: I'm not leaving without her! Give me back my niece, you overgrown dogs! I've had enough of you! Allora: *sweeps out her unrestricted hand, bashing Aela aside as her will falters for a moment against Hircine's will for her to hunt* Aela: *rolls along the ground, grunting and snarling in rage* Knock it off! Control yourself! Allora: *eyes seeping into red for a brief moment before she shakes her head and whines, trying to tug free her stuck arm* No, no no...! Farkas: *hurries forward to blockade the others from trying to reach out to her, growling low* Allora. You don't want to do it. So you won't. Allora: I-I can't- Farkas: You won't. Bren: Move it! *slips past Farkas and reaches out to Allora* Kid-! Farkas: *reaches around to him to reach him in time* NO-! Allora: *her arm is freed in a freakish amount of strength coming to her as Bren's scent overwhelms her- his beating heart becoming in full focus as her senses zero in on him and him alone. As she turns to him, her eyes are no longer blue, but blood red.* *There is nothing but screams.*

[deergirlslut]

Since I'm already complaining about vampire tonight I love vtmv5s rules but I want whoever decided to stretch all the clans out over like ten books to die with a dildo wrapped in sandpaper shoved down their throat. Fuck you.