#slime fest

[artbyifer]

For @venomfest

Colours didn't QUITE work out the way I wanted them to (harder than intended to tell that the light sources are the pride colours), but I think I'm improving my goop rendering :)

[graysontheslime]

My pieces for MCYTblr AUfest!!

For the fic that goes along with it, written by @epicaxolotls : there's a buzz in the air from the floor to the tightrope

And thank you @mcytblraufest For hosting!!

[hardcoregamer]

That said, these demos have to wow me to get here, either with fun gameplay, a unique aspect to them or just being cool style-wise. All of these are just my own opinions, though, so you really should dive into Next Fest and get a taste for all these demos yourself.

[stimwyrms]

Courage always seems simple on the surface. It is bravery, perhaps even foolishness. And yet, it is not. To be courageous is not to be fearless, but to have the strength to act against your fear. To push against all odds and come out the other side a changed person. You will not always emerge on top, and with courage comes the ability to accept this, but that is not what is important. What is important is finding the power within you to move forward.

Team Courage Stimboard

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[iniquity-fr]

ive talked abt it before but god 100x more than a queue function i just want extra cauldrons, like give us extra/smaller cauldrons just for reducing when we’re at high baldwin levels pleeeaaaase i want to be able to melt and brew things at the same time

[shesamonkey]

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[suguru-getos]

yandere genshin characters x punishments (gn! reader)

warnings: yandere themes, mdni, mentions of emotional, sexual abuse, isolation, manipulation, degradation.

a/n: feeling dark sorta way 😈

characters included: scaramouche, ayato, diluc,

scaramouche: things with him range from getting minor chidding for being mouthy to a full blown rage fest. he is scared of hurting you physically knowing the intense power he holds. plus— it isn’t very good to hurt the people we love; right? all he wants is to protect you. keep you safe and sound. not his problem that you can’t understand what’s truly, undeniably good for you. uses isolation as his weapon. you would be locked in, spoiled with your favorite food, on time. but you aren’t allowed to see anyone, not even him… one week in & you are already vulnerable & folded. the silence is tearing your eardrums apart. there is nothing you miss more than to be held by scara. to talk to him…. to be with him & listen to him spoil you. so the next morning when he comes to you with food, you break down. big fat tears rolling through your cheeks as you hug him, shoulders dropped low and anxiety folding you. “please— kuni, please don’t leave me alone, i don’t like this,” the break in your voice almost breaks his heart. but he knows you need to learn your lessons. and sometimes, not in the most desired of ways. “good little angel, sssh~” he cooes, kissing your forehead. “but i want to really, really know if you mean your words. let’s make it another two days hm?” the look of betrayal in your eyes is soon swiped away, when he leans in and kisses you softly, but his will & decision unshakable. maybe after another two days, you will understand how much, you are lucky enough to have someone like him tend to you, always.

ayato: ayato has two sides, one that is ever so gentle, kind, tolerant to your antics. the other… is the side that you never want to see; the spoiled, belittling brat side to him. “surely you must know by now why exactly you are treated like a whore?” ayato mused, watching your naked sex stuffed with a dildo that was of his size. “do you even deserve to be touched by me rather?” he sits in front of you, it’s been literal hours you have been forced to cockwarm the toy. tears prickling into your eyes, you whine out & bite your lip. all of this because you decided to tell ayato that he isn’t deserving of you, that you’d rather be a slut to any man that be his lover. because ayato is selfish, self-centered & narcissistic. and you— almost had enough of it. ‘almost’ until you saw this side of him. the side drenched with cruelty and mania. “yato-“ you cried out, “uh uh uh? what did you say?” you immediately flinched at that statement, correcting your words, “waka sama- i’m sorry, i’m sorry— please!” it felt a little too overwhelming, overbearing, with how he sat next to you, tending to his official matters until he decided it was time to take a break. you almost forgot that ayato loves you, sickeningly, disgustingly but he does… feeling smaller, and smaller. almost insignificant in front of his wrath. “i’m sorry—” you managed to mumble one more time, knowing completely well it was not what he wanted to hear. “i will never go to anybody else,” that got you a change of his look. he was looking at you with softened eyes, almost reconsidering his idea of punishing you any further. scoffing at your statement, his gloved hands removed the toy from your drooling sex, kissing it softly. “good little thing,”

diluc: the wine tycoon of monstadt was already intimidating to everyone. coursing fear and respect through everyone’s veins whether they wanted it or not. all you had to do, to feel the same anxiety from his otherwise warm presence was to go out of dawn winery, and get yourself surrounded by cryo slimes. why would you never understand that you. are not. allowed. to step. the fuck out? diluc didn’t talk to you, he didn’t want to hurt his angel by words, or by actions after he safely protected you. but his aloofness was killing you already. truth be told, diluc was a soft yandere, and you dearly, dearly loved him. leaving you be by your rooms, working his job as the dark knight. and coming back to sleep in a bed that is different from yours was enough to carve little pieces of your heart out into the abyss. you loved him, and you wanted to be loved. the silent treatment was not helping— despite you waking up early and waiting long in the nights to get a chance to talk to him. it just wasn’t working. diluc was not happy… until one day you just couldn’t take it, your silent sobs echoed through his room when he came home one night. immediately rushing towards you and hugging you tenderly. “hey hey hey— why are you crying?” diluc softly cooed, kissing your tears away. “hey- listen, i-” before he could complete, your whines escaped, sounding complaint-laced. “you don’t wanna even talk to me these days! i will never talk to you either fuckkk you!” you were angry at him, but you were leaning into his soft touch. “i love you, i’m sorry— i just, got scared okay? scared that my paranoia might hurt you and became distant..” the whole night, you and diluc got comfortable by sharing silences and sentences that you both needed to hear.

[livelongandpinup]

A Delightful Dozen Spirk Halloween Recs!

Image by @celestialvoyeur from her story Happy Halloween.

Are you looking for some Spirk-tastic Halloween Scary Stories and Sch'nanigans? Check out the 2024 Spirk-O-Ween collection!

In the mood for a Mirror Universe Horror Comedy Gore Fest? Treat yourself to CampySpace Slime's delightfully weird Cerebrumilingus.

If you've ever wondered what Starfleet would be like if classic Halloween monsters were real you owe it to yourself to read @indeedcaptain's HOWL.

Looking for something more lighthearted? Enjoy a sexy Halloween Party (and embeded art!) with Celestial Voyeur's Happy Halloween.

The collection also features Halloween themed art by Gensho, USSQueertastic, Lokak, and SpongyNova plus five more fun sized fics all under 6000 words, a perfect length for a tasty treat.

Check out the whole Spirk-O-Ween collection on AO3 for some Halloween fun!

[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest Halloween - Pride

Summary: Jeff goes head to head with his Dungeon Master.

Word Count: 1313

Rating: T

Warnings/Themes: Friendship, humor, angst, typical DnD shenanigans, Dungeon Master and Player dynamics (Eddie is a ruthless DM, but his players are little assholes and he isn't a tyrant).

Check Out the Main Post for @corrodedcoffinfest here! Thank you to @thisapplepielife for organizing another wonderful event for us! I already told them in a DM, this is not only giving me a chance to tickle the old keyboard but read everyone else's work when reading gets to be a challenge between work and writing bigger series. I've set time aside for this. I'm ready! THANK YOU AGAIN.

Also thank you Reddit for giving me some fuel for this because I hate writing combat sequences. The gameplay probably isn't accurate but I don't care. If you see something you know is wrong, no you didn't.

Tagging @the-unforgivenn @1lostsoul0fishbowl upon request.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

Friday, October 25th 1985

There wasn't much in life that was as daunting as staring across a table at Eddie Munson while he was DM'ing.

That's not to say that their sessions weren't fun. On the contrary, it was probably the most fun they had in their lives.

But when all of the players fell into one of Eddie's little traps, there was a certain sparkle in his eye that would make their hearts plummet directly into their asses.

Tonight, Jeff was determined not to let it get to him.

It was hard to see any progress in Dungeons and Dragons sometimes, especially when campaigns ran for weeks on end. Not only did you need to advance the plot, but you had to have character growth, not to mention leveling up. Plus, with Eddie's elaborate plots, there were endless clues and red herrings in the gameplay that would make or break future sessions.

Oh, and combat; you never knew if a wrong move would kill you.

That's what they were faced with right now. A dungeon full of adversaries, and a big bad slime monster. Half of their party was down, the rest with barely any hit points left, and morale was low.

So of course Eddie, crouched on his throne, smirked and laughed at each pathetic move they made.

"Back to the top of the cycle," he announced and pointed at Jeff. "You're up."

Jeff stood from his seat and squared his shoulders.

He knew he was a good player, had a great character, and a few tricks up his sleeve. Plus, he had been playing long enough to know how to get a leg up when he needed one.

They could turn this around; they had to.

"Alright," he began and stared at the board with calculating eyes.

He started narrating his series of moves; he crossed a distance to face the slime monster himself, attacked, then used his bonus action to cast Mage Hand and distract the monster by stoking a fire nearby.

The dice gods smiled down at him. All of his friends cheered as every move he made succeeded. Suddenly, they were motivated enough to rally, and Eddie grumbled as they cleared the field of enemies.

Soon, the slime monster was the only one that was left.

And it was Jeff's turn once again.

He smiled unabashedly as he calculated his move; he'd been picking up on some of Eddie's clues all night, and if he was right about one hunch, he could try something a little risky for a big payout.

Was this what Eddie felt like all the time?

"Don't get cocky, kid," Dustin quoted the legendary Han Solo and patted Jeff's shoulder in encouragement.

Jeff then announced his plan, something too simple for his sorcerer, but he knew would work.

"I'm going to try and suplex Slime Boy into that fire over there."

"What?" Everyone shouted, Eddie included.

"Why are you gonna use melee when you're a magic user."

"I've never seen something so stupid in my life."

"I just told you not to get cocky. It was nice knowing you guys."

"You sure you wanna do that Windforger?" Eddie questioned over the chaos.

"Yeah," Jeff nodded. "I'm sure."

"You know what," Eddie shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'll entertain this. I need an athletics roll. I'll even give you advantage for the...courage.

"But!" he shouted over the din of his friends voices. "I need you to tell me how you envision this is gonna play out first, should you succeed."

Jeff didn't hesitate.

"You've been leading us all along," he began. "Slimey is afraid of fire. He'd pretty much melt in it."

"Then cast fireball!" Mike shouted.

"I just used mage hand for a distraction," Jeff ignored him. "So there's a fire over here. If I can just...grapple him into the fire, he's done for."

His explanation only caused everyone to shout louder, but he got his dice ready, regardless of the protest. He knew he needed something pretty high, but with Eddie giving him advantage and his luck at rolling all night, surely this would pay off.

And he'd be a hero.

"Well wouldn't you know," Eddie's brow jumped in amusement. "Someone was paying attention. Go ahead and roll. What do you need...uh...15 to succeed sound fair? He is slime, after all."

Everyone leaned in to watch with bated breath as Jeff threw his dice onto the table. Time seemed to slow as they rolled and clattered.

"Come on," he muttered and envisioned his roll.

A 15 exactly. A 17 to be safe! Maybe even a Nat 20?

"Come on."

Yeah he would get a Nat 20.

"Come on."

The dice slowed down and then came to a halt.

And then the world came rushing back.

Eddie grimaced theatrically, tsking at his friend all the while, and the others wailed at the sight of two Natural 1's.

"It was a risky move," Eddie offered sympathetically, then his face morphed into a feral grin. "But not one that paid off."

Jeff stood there, frozen, as Eddie narrated the clumsy failure of a grapple and his character falling headfirst into the fire.

Mercifully, it was a night where Jeff's mom decided she'd pick him up from Hellfire.

"Good," he thought as he grabbed his backpack and scurried out of the drama classroom. "Then I don't have to endure Eddie's gloating on the drive home."

He deserved it, though, didn't he? He'd made an absolute fool of himself, could have gotten everyone killed, all because he thought he was a better player than he was.

Once outside, he leaned against the building and tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the sight of his mom's car. The guys patted his shoulder as they filed out and headed towards Eddie's van, each offering words of comfort that fell on deaf ears.

Eddie was the last one out, and he stopped silently at Jeff's side. He took a moment to light a cigarette, then once the younger boy seemed enough at ease with his presence, he spoke.

"You let your pride get the best of you."

"I know," Jeff grumbled.

"You're not a newbie, Jeffy," Eddie shook his head. "I would've expected a move like that from Wheeler or something."

Jeff stayed silent.

"Come on, you're not gonna laugh as I take cheap shots at Mike?" Eddie scoffed. "Man, you're really taking this harder than I thought."

"It's because I don't screw up like this," Jeff threw his hands out, as if presenting his failure to the world. "I'm the best player in that room. I pay attention, I take notes, I overanalyze about every single word that comes out of your mouth because I know you're out to fuck us all over."

"I do do that," Eddie nodded in agreement. "Don't I?"

"I should've known better," Jeff continued, hanging his head in defeat.

"No, hey," Eddie stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "Don't say that. It was a risky move and damn, if it had worked, it would've been epic."

"But it didn't."

"That's the whole point of playing though." Eddie shrugged. "You try, you fail. You die. In this case, you're revived and live to see another day. You try again."

"I'm never doing anything as stupid as that ever again though," Jeff huffed.

"Yeah you will," Eddie clenched a fist and punched his chin softly. "And next time, you'll succeed."

Jeff looked up at him nervously, "You think so?"

"Of course I do," Eddie shrugged. "You are one of the best players in Hellfire."

He patted Jeff on the shoulder and then turned to head towards the van. He paused for a second though, and turned to call back to Jeff as he walked backwards.

"I wouldn't have even allowed the freshman to do a dumb move like that!"

[chandisappointment]

FINAL JASHTOBER POST!!!

Last few pieces! The majority of these I rushed to complete:)

DAY 21: SOLAR --

Solar system:) This is a second part to a previous artwork I've done (not featured in the Jashtober event!! A long while ago once I joined the fandom), which brings the return of shapes and colours-

DAY 22: MONSTER --

He's spooky! Expanded on my experimentation of the filling lasso:) It's kind of like a stencil, really.

DAY 23: WINGS --

He has a fuck ton of wings!! Look at him go!! I'm very proud of this one:)

DAY 24: HOMAGE --

He cut the boys out into those paper doll chains:0 (notice how heart and minds have a tear between them ehehehhehe~)

TW PIECE BELOW IG {EYE STRAIN}

DAY 25: SHOT

Boom boom pow!!! There he goes!!

DAY 26: STORM --

LOVE this one!! The clouds are clashing and fighting:D

DAY 27: BASS

Go mimb go!!!

DAY 28: POTION

He went to the slime fest once, now he's green. Among us potion:)

DAY 29: WICKED

He's a bit unhinged- don't mind him.

DAY 30: REFLECTION --

Self-explanatory, he may need therapy.

LAST BUT DEFINITELY NOT LEAST;

DAY 31: LOOP --

Had one animation stuck in my head the entirety of the day, which gave me inspiration. I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS ONE!!!!

[Animation inspo] (tw for noose)

The lyrics above or from RIPRODUCER's song; Chronic Wasting Disease (listen- i know the song is about a deer with CWD, it just seems like a soul song to me:3 )

That wraps up the entirety of my jashtober adventure!! Hope you enjoyed!! I would have been on schedule if it wasn't for y'know life and exams and shit but :D

Pt 1 || Pt 2 || Pt 3

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: Feed My Frankenstein

Feed My Frankenstein 2024:

That Time Hermione Granger Turned Into A Catgirl At Malfoy Manor by fleurdejasmine - T, one-shot - Draco accidentally finds out Hermione's biggest secret. War AU.

Viscera by mr_pibb - M, one-shot - Hermione tries to escape Malfor Manor after Draco is transformed into a murderous sack of slime. Dead Dove DNE. Established Dramione but barely. Mention of Child Death.

Dinner talk by Catteatime - T, one-shot - no summary

If Heaven and Hell Decide by InAStarlessSky - M, one-shot - “You’ve got something that belongs to me,” the demon hisses. He extends a taloned hand to hook her chin and turn her face. She jerks away, shutting her eyes tight; this displeases him. “You mustn’t take what isn’t yours, angel.” He spits the endearment as though it were a curse and growls low in his throat. “Thievery,” he scoffs. “It’s beneath you. Come on, Granger, where is it?” Or the one where Hermione is actually an angel and Draco is cursed for the rest of a very long eternity.

This fest is ongoing.

[stimwyrms]

Milk chocolate is simple enough, really. It’s the classics, so much so that it’s hard to find anyone who doesn’t like milk chocolate. If you need a sweet treat, it’s an easy go to, and is the most commonly used chocolates in candies. While less malleable than its pale cousin, it is a perfect catch-all candy that goes well with so many flavors that it still manages to keep up with the trends. That being said, it is not the original chocolate, but instead what many consider a “largely improved upon” iteration of the original chocolate, which was given it’s name later.

Needless to say, this is probably going to be an incredibly easy win for this team. Hope you’re not lactose intolerant.

Team Milk Chocolate Stimboard

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[danandfuckingjonlmao]

i forget what happened in 2019 and 2022 so it's just out of these sorry

[percheduphere]

God, you know ... I've been thinking about this for months, but the more it sits in my brain, the more hilarious it becomes.

The whole Odinson/daughter family would absolutely HATE Succession. Like, if Mobius or Tony Stark felt like being an absolute dick, this would be the show they'd put on when any one of them is around. I mean ...

Logan Roy = Abusive, narcissistic father who pits his kids against one another to inherit his corporate Dynasty.

Kendall Roy = The narcissistic golden boy. Dad's "favorite". Shit to his younger siblings and entitled as fuck. Thinks Roystar will be his.

Roman Roy = Oh, boy, here he is. My favorite slime puppy. The runt of the litter. Dad's favorite to abuse. Uses humor and assholery to hide Pain(TM). Actually, the smartest of the bunch and closest to "the favorite".

Shiv Roy = Only girl in the fam battling against the absolute misogynistic sausage fest of her siblings; ruthless and sharp but not that sharp; destroys everything for everyone but herself.

Connor Roy = Baldur

... just.

Look at them. Look at them and tell me this isn't the dysfunctional Asgardian family in a nutshell. Succession is a satire on American capitalism and a Shakespearean familial tragedy. It makes sense.

[milfmorrowind]

Catch me when I fall

@tes-summer-fest

Part 1: Thief

ao3 link

part two

Why did it always have to be so damp?

Really though, this was getting ridiculous. No matter how hard Mailie tried to keep the moisture off of her, there was an ever-pervasive sense of slime in the Ratway that never seemed to go away. You would think regaining the blessing of a daedric prince might come with some cleanliness-related perks, but apparently not. Although, Mailie reasoned, of all the gods, Nocturnal was probably one of the least concerned with hygiene. And anyway, Mailie would fight a hundred dragons before letting on just how offensive she found the moisture to be. Her guildmates had come to respect her, despite her relative inexperience and privileged upbringing, but she could only imagine the amount of ribbing she'd get from Vex if anyone found out why she never leaned against walls. It was bad enough with Brynjolf assigning her the lovely moniker of "Princess"(thanks, Bryn, that really helps with the rumors), the last thing she needed was another "friendly" nickname.

Speaking of Brynjolf, where the hell was he? It had been four days or so since Mailie had asked after him, only to be met with a "Dunno, said he had a job to do. Something about an 'old friend', and to not expect him back for a bit," from Delvin. Very helpful, that, thought Mailie as she gently swirled the ale in her tankard (another habit that was made fun of– "It's not one of your fine wines, Princess, just drink it and go"), the thin layer of dew collected on the handle doing nothing to improve her mood.

She hoped for Brynjolf's sake that whatever he was doing was important. Delvin made it sound as if he'd left in a rush, which suggested it was at least somewhat urgent, but that's really no excuse for not telling anyone where he was going. If Delvin hadn't caught him as he was halfway up the ladder, no one would have known he had left at all. And sure, maybe she was being a bit unreasonable, free agents and all that, but it didn't change the fact that putting yourself in harm's way with no backup plan and no one to help you out if there's trouble was careless, and Brynjolf was not what Mailie would call a careless man.

Her musings were interrupted by the door from the Ratway swinging open. Mailie quickly pulled her hood back up to cover her face, shifting as she did to make sure Dawnbreaker was covered by her cloak. Her affiliation with the Thieves' Guild wasn't exactly Skyrim's best kept secret, to be sure, but it still wouldn't do for the Dragonborn to be seen publicly wearing a symbol of the guild's leadership. The more influence the guild gained, it seemed, the more they had to fear being recognized, especially as Mailie oh-so-carefully cut ties with the Black-Briars. Protection be damned, she couldn't wait to rid herself of their parasitic influence. Like pulling a leech from a leg, there would be blood, and it might sting a little, but it was better than being bled dry.

Thankfully, the hands pushing open the door belonged to Kjeld, one of the children the guild had recently recruited as a messenger. His parents had died in a dragon attack a few months prior, and his relatives had summarily kicked him out, claiming he was too expensive to feed, despite the farm they inherited from the boy's dead parents. Sapphire had found him sleeping by the road on his way to Honorhall, and offered him a job, which he was more than happy to take. He had proven a valuable asset, eager to learn and strong for a boy of twelve, likely due to his years of farm work. Less thankfully, he looked rather harried now, cheeks flushed as he ran along the narrow pathway towards the bar.

"Thane Chester - Master Mallory, sir– I need to– I mean I have something–" he stopped, hands on his knees as he struggled to speak through gasping breaths.

Delvin Mallory, stationed as ever at his table with a notebook and a flagon of mead, calmly reached out and put a hand on the youth's shoulder. "Slow down there, catch your breath."

Kjeld nodded, taking a few deep breaths and steadying himself. "I have news about Master Brynjolf, sir."

"Brynjolf?" Suddenly, every eye and ear in the Flagon was trained on the boy, and even Galathil looked up from her book for a moment. Mailie slipped out of her chair and headed over to where Delvin was sitting, adding her hand to Kjeld's other shoulder and kneeling down to his level.

"What kind of news?" she asked gently. "Did he send you with a message?'

He shook his head. "No ma'am, I haven't spoken to him myself. You see, I ran into Elte at Heartwood, and she said she'd heard from Alan at Ivarstead that he heard from Sedyni that-"

"Cut to it, kid," said Vex impatiently from the next table over. "What'd you hear?"

Kjeld swallowed. "Someone saw Brynjolf get arrested in Solitude. Right by the fort too, said there were elves and everything."

"Elves? Were they Altmer? With dark robes?" asked Mailie urgently. Stendarr's sake, if the Thalmor have him…

The boy furrowed his brow. "Those them tall ones, right? That's why they call them High Elves?"

Before Mailie could give a full explanation (and launch into a sociopolitical history of the Summerset Isles), Delvin cut her off with a nod. "Yes, lad, the tall ones. Were they there?"

"Sounds like it, sir. And Elte said that Alan said that Sedyni said that Brynjolf was awfully surprised to see them. He might have been badly hurt, too, there was something about a crossbow. I didn't wait to hear the whole story, sirs, I figured you'd want to know straight away."

"You did the right thing, son," Mailie said, patting him on the back. Calling over to one of the closer tables to the bar, she added, "Thrynn, could you make sure he gets a meal and some sleep, please?" The former bandit grumbled, but put his mead down and led the boy into the cistern.

Mailie pulled herself up and fell back into the nearest chair. Fuck. "I don't suppose any of you have friends in the Legion."

Vex barked out a laugh and crossed her arms. "Believe me, if I did, we wouldn't have heard about this through a messenger boy. Besides, you know the rules, Chester, we don't break people out."

Mailie scowled. Vex was right, technically-- it was Guild policy that anyone who got caught was on their own, but that hadn't stopped any of them from marking escape routes or bribing the occasional guard on a guildmate's behalf. Vex was no exception. She played up the apathy to keep anyone from getting too cuddly, but she cared about Brynjolf. She cared about everyone in the guild, actually, but but accusing her of it was a surefire way to end up with a black eye, so no one dared mention it. But Mailie knew. She'd known from the moment she saw the relief in Vex's eyes when Karliah's innocence was proven, the way she showed Mailie how to treat her dragonfire burns, the way her expression softened whenever Sapphire walked into the room.

Mailie was about to shoot her a withering glance and a cutting remark on the topic when she realized that Vex was staring her down. Ah. Vex had fallen into the habit lately of trying to test her-- to see what decisions she would make under pressure, to see how she would enforce rules, to see what rules she was willing to break. In short, Vex was testing her ability to lead.

Mailie shook her head. "Bryn's too good to get caught like that. If the Thalmor are involved then there's something bigger going on here. And hang the rules, I'm not letting someone rot in prison without at least knowing what happened. Especially if they're injured."

The ghost of a smile made its way on to Vex's lips. She'd passed. "Fair enough. I'll go get him, then. Been a while since I did a jailbreak, I could use the practice."

Again Mailie shook her head. "No. I'll go."

Vex raised an eyebrow. "You sure?  You don't exactly have a lot of experience with this. Have you ever even been arrested?"

Mailie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I'm sure. I-- We-- can't risk this being a trap. I have some influence in Solitude, if everything goes south I might be able to talk myself out of trouble," She hesitated for a moment. "And if Elisif's favor can't help us, my... associates have some sway in Imperial politics. Me being thrown in prison wouldn't exactly be good for their image, they might be willing to pull some strings and help me out. No one else here has that kind of leverage, and I'm not letting you throw yourself in front of blade without knowing who's holding it."

Delvin leaned across the table. "You're willing to bring your parents into this, Mailie?" he said. Clever bastard. Of course he knew.

She shrugged. "It's a last resort. There's a good chance they've disowned me by now, anyway. We haven't exactly kept in touch. It's a gamble I'm willing to make, though."

Vex uncrossed her legs and stood. "Well, if you're determined to go, I think we've got some old maps you could look at. No sense in sending you in blind."

[maveras-posts]

Slashers PRIDE EDITION

Jason in my opinion is one of the most innocent and the sweetest of the bunch, Jason doesn't mind the LGBTQ+ because he doesnt fully understand in the first place “If youre nice then why does it matter?”

Ghostface(Danny) to me screams (haha get it) PAN and honestly i feel like anyone who has anything to say against it or has any hate whatsoever would suddenly ✨dissapear✨ (he def dragged them back to the hole in which they came from) and he also loves pride fest!

Micheal also doesn't fully grasp the concept but he understands what its like to be an alienated group so he doesn't discriminate at all…saying that he will just kill anyone he deems killable BUT he isn't opposed to experimenting. Micheal doesn't like labels he’s been his whole life so he just does whatever he does.

Chucky is a ✨Queer Ally✨, I mean him and Tiffany have a Queer kid so he’ll probably also help us in the brawl. Period bish💅

Freddy I swear I would probably jump him with Ghostface, he is intolerant and overall a slime ball he definitely is like “YOURE ONE OF THEM QUEERS–” 

SIDE NOTE: Ghostface and I have all jumped him he is tolerable for now *Massive SIDE EYE * Ghost and I dont stand for intolerance

SAM is a child and has no time for that, he only cares about Halloween and candy

Art also doesn't really mind too much but Art is ✨Pan✨ and ✨Genderfluid✨ but Art would definitely remove ANYONE who is Homophobic or Transphobic, he honestly just cant stand rude people all together.

Leatherface also mostly keeps to himself but make no mistake is also trans and leans more into being gender fluid

Pennywise is also nonbinary and to me screams some sort of queerness I just can't quite put a finger on it but Pennywise is for sure on the spectrum