#spade's tomfoolery

[spadesandstars]

guys i think i like men

[fingerless-glovez]

Just a bunch of dudes being bros

[v3x-y0urs3lf]

My riparian woodworks headcanons as someone who has literally never worked a day in his life ✌️

Gage and ‘Newbie’ weren’t always troublemakers or anything. I think it’s just a general thing that with time people get more comfortable joking around with each other.

I think for Gage he probably saw Law and Desmond being natural childhood friends and playing into a bit of tomfoolery, saw that his boss did in fact have a funny bone and started to seep into his natural ‘annoying’ personality.

Okay. I may or may not be drunk but I swear I remembered Newbie and Gage calling Desmond daddy.. and if Desmond’s daddy then Law is uncle. Neo’s that one cousin you only see during important holidays like Christmas and Birthday’s and half the time you don’t even realise he’s there, Gage is either the drunk uncle or he’s the annoying more cousin.

Someone has called Law ‘Dad’. Whether it was accidental, on purpose, completely serious or joking. Someone has called him dad.. I haven’t watched enough Law vids to give him a reaction.

There isn’t a ‘favourite child’ or anything (don’t think there would be mainly because they’re all adults.) but Neo seems like a goody two-shoes.. Which isn’t true but I feel like he is trying very hard to be on a ‘path of redemption’. (For those who know - I’m thinking Quest from BloomingPanic and Deuce Spade from Twst)

I wanted to include Nat somewhere in here, I don’t think Law’s been in that desperate of a position where he needed to bring her into work. If he genuinely didn’t have anyone to watch her then I feel like Desmond would just give him the day off.. That’s not to say that he hasn’t brought Nat in when he’s off shift though. I totally think that if none of them have seen pictures of Nat, they’ve met her.

And on the VERY off chance that Nat DID accompany Law during a work day, then Law is in the office doing paperwork or Neo (Desmond?) are watching her in the back. There is no way anyone is letting her wander into the back with all the actual woodworking stuff.

I wanted to mention 4/5 of them being Attuned but I don’t think anyone would necessarily tease Gage just for that.. I just think it’s a neat fact and makes me smile.

Oh but Imagine just how lucky it is that all of them are for at least all of them knowing about the attuned. I briefly brought it up earlier but they’re all adults, I don’t think they’d have any magical ‘accidents’ like Nat or Robin(?) and I’m not even sure if they all know that they’re all aware of the attuned.

Obviously from Gage’s audio about ‘coming out’ and Neo’s audio about being sick they are aware of

1. Neo is a shifter (Gage)

2. Desmond is a shifter (Neo)

And there’s obviously Desmond who more than likely knows that Law is attuned (and Vice Versa for Law.) AND there’s Desmond’s audio where it mentions that HE knows that Newbie is also attuned. (I’m like 60% sure he mentions that Law is a sorcerer to Newbie so.. maybe throw Newbie into that pile too.) So at least one person from the shop knows that SOMEONE know’s that they are attuned.

That was a whole rant but essentially…

[diasomnia-dreams]

“All in the Golden Afternoon” | Ace Trappola x Riddle Rosehearts❤️‍🩹

thank you for requesting this story !!

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“You can learn a lot of things from the flowers. For especially in the month of June. There's a wealth of happiness and romance, all in the golden afternoon.”

—Alice in Wonderland, 1951

RIDDLE Rosehearts knew two things. One; to his subjects—er dormmates of Heartslabyul he was somewhat of a Queen to them. They bend the knee and bow their heads and curtsy when he has a command. Two; they all do this, every single one of them obeying the rules that the Queen of Hearts laid out just for him years and years prior.

All of them…that is except for Ace Trappola.

The way the young housewarden’s red painted lips quivered into a worried smile each time a professor would approach him and explain their side of the story every time Ace would misbehave in class, he had to grin and bare it. But as a housewarden, it was starting to get less than tedious.

And sometimes it’s not just Ace who causes the mischief. His other Heartslabyul student Deuce Spade is in on the tomfoolery as well. Featuring Riddle’s favorite magicless Prefect and the familiar imp Grim. So there’s no way he could possibly blame all the problems on Ace, but he is sometimes the main cause of all the scolding.

It seems like Ace Trappola gets a kick out of turning Riddle red. His heart shaped antennae like hair always starts to stick up when he’s around. And Riddle absolutely without any fail always, loses his temper.

“If I lose my temper, you lose your head! Understand!?” He would screech at the top of his lungs towards the first year with a heart painted not on his sleeve but over his eye.

Something will have to be done about this card soldier and his knack for misbehaving.

However, Riddle would have to put his little Ace -escapade- crusade on pause for today! Trey and himself were preparing for another beloved Heartslabyul tradition! The Golden Afternoon walk. Based on back in the Queen of Hearts’ day when she would admire the talking flowers and stroll through the gardens with her lowly King of Hearts.

But in Heartslabyul’s case, there’s no king to accompany the Queen. Riddle chooses out of the Topsy Turvy hat, a name of one of his many Heartslabyul students, who would accompany him for a stroll and could converse wirh the housewarden. Something anyone barely gets to do since Rosehearts is always busy with color coding his notes, enforcing the Queen’s rules and Housewarden work for Headmaster Dire Crowley.

Riddle’s heels clicked and clacked against the tile painted glass floor beneath him. His chin held high and perfectly pursed lips red like the roses he was named for. He was a beautiful boy, many who had the pleasure of meeting him would always conclude. They just wished he would act beautiful too.

And Riddle’s attitude was improving, his temper wasnt showing up as much but when it came to Ace— er, he who should not be named… or even Floyd Leech of Octavinelle dorm, his temper snuck back up to him. Ever since that dreadful day of his Overblot, Riddle wanted to be a little more courteous to his Heartslaybul students, not to be too picky and to allow them to make one mistake a day at least.

His dear friend the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm was always there to lend a listening ear in case sometimes he’d relapse on his old ways and become the Bloody Red Tyrant everyone grew to hate. He wanted to be the Rose Red Queen everyone adored.

Which is why when he entered the Heartsabyul lounge room featuring all of the madness and wondrous furniture which can be found still in antique shops within the Queen of Roses, all of the potential candidates to be Riddle’s partner in Golden Afternoon day’s stroll waited for the announcement.

“I would like to thank the five of you for coming! You all have exhibited the most out of all the students in Heartslaybul the requirements to be a candidate for the Golden Afternoon day stroll! “ Riddle’s body though small eluded his voice loud and proudly.

Trey Clover and Cater Diamond amongst the five students in the crowd who made the cut. Cater Diamond, who was currently swiping on his smart phone, most likely checking Vil Schoenheit’s newest recent post on Magicam.

Trey was only glad that so far, Riddle’s mood was normal. The vice-housewarden spent his entire morning setting up the rose garden and walk way and he wants everything to be perfect for his childhood friend. He would know whether he executed the job correctly or not based on which shade of red to even the faintest of pink Riddle’s face would flush to.

“As all of you know, it is Heartslaybul tradition that every Spring, we honor Wonderland’s most beautiful golden garden. A place of whimsical charm. Incorporating every element which was once apart of the Queen’s fourth favorite place in all of Wonderland.” Riddle proudly announced. His hands clasped together, regally standing amongst the few students.

One of the Heartslabyul students who didnt make the cut, entered the room with the magical Topsy Turvy hat which basically made almost every decision within the dorm was being held tightly within the student’s grasp.

Sice Club’s dark brown hair which reached down to his back and wandering eyes reached his housewarden’s vicinity and handed him the hat which felt heavier than it looked. Sparks of glitter which emitted a white glow shone within the students’ wake and Cater quickly swiped to his camera app so he could record Riddle choosing a name out of the hat.

“Thank you Sice, you are dismissed.” The second year student bowed his head and exited the room giving Trey and Cater a light wave before taking his leave.

“Alright, by the light of the Cheshire Moon to the wave of the Caucus sea, I wish for you O’ Topsy Turvy hat to reveal the winner to me.” Riddle’s rhyming sounding moreso like an old Underlandish hymn, he stepped back a bit as the hat’s magic did it’s stuff. Revealing a long Oraculum scroll which caused Riddle’s hands to quake once his large grey eyes skimmed the words which were painted in black old ink.

“ACE TRAPPOLA.

“IMPOSSIBLE!” Riddle’s voice screeched and he grasped the scroll tightly in his gloved fists. Riddle’s cheeks turned a bright red, redder than the lipstick adoring his lips and brighter than his hair.

‘Not good.’ Trey thought.

“THIS IS A TRAVESTY, A JOKE! A CRUEL JOKE BY THE QUEEN OF HEARTS I DECREE— THIS HAT NO LONGER HOLDS VALIDITY WITHIN THIS HOUSE—

“Heyo Rids chill!” Cater attempted to hold his laughter in. He rested the palm of his hand on the shorter Night Raven student. “Literally whoever it is, it cant be that bad right?” Riddle turned his head to face Cater slowly.

“…Right?” Cater started sweating.

Trey walked over to the duo. “Let me see the scroll.” Trey adjusted his glasses and red the name and then looked back at Riddle whose teeth were bunched and a vein popping from his forehead.

“TODAY I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FREE OF HIS SHENANIGANS AND RELAXING WITHIN THE GARDEN WITH A STUDENT WITH SOME CULTURE! N-not ACE TRAPPOLA!”

And comically as if on cue, the door swung open to the Heartslabyul lounge room. Loud thuds of shoes entered Ace Trappola, The Magicless Prefect Yuu and their familiar Grim!

It took everything within Riddle to not lunge across the room towards Ace let him have it, but he kept his composure as a queen should, not wanting to lose his temper.

“Hey Riddle! Hi Trey and Cater!” Yuu always dazzled the room whichever place they stepped, adored by all in the school. They didnt have anything specifically special about them other than hailing from a magicless world. But that didn’t matter because everyone loved them and wanted Yuu to choose Twisted Wonderland to be their home.

“Where’s Deucey?” Cater questioned, wrapping an arm around Yuu. “He and Jack are at a track meet! Which is where me and Grim are about to go so we can go cheer em on!”

“Oh is that today?” Riddle chimed in. “Well Ace you should accompany your fellow first years and cheer on Deuce in my steed.”

“Not a chance Housewarden, Loosey-Deucey’s got this. Besides, something else is telling me I’m needed somewhere else.” Ace smirked and ruffled Yuu’s hair before waving them goodbye.

Riddle grumbled under his breath, he couldn’t believe this was his life.

“Let’s go henchman! To the field!” Grim squirmed in Yuu’s arms as they held him close to their chest. “Alright Grim relax. Okay Heartslabyuls I’ll see you soon! Be good Ace!” Yuu took their leave.

An awkward silence filled the room as the rest of the Heartslabyul students aside from Ace also left the room due to the fact that for the Golden Afternoon walk, it was supposed to be the housewarden alone with whichever student the hat selected.

“Shall we get going…your majesty?” Ace curtsied sarcastically. One eye closed and the one with the heart painted over it open into a wink like expression. His tongue out, practically taunting the shorter yet older student.

Dressed in his dorm uniform, the pearly white regalia of Heartslabyul which Riddle thought fit Ace so well. It’s like it was meant for him. The bright red heart painted over his eye and the checkered print on his sleeve. Everything about Heartslaybul, was meant for Ace if only he didn’t behave like a scoundrel. Causing a fuss and a ruckus everywhere he went.

There was a very thin line between tolerance and obedience. Riddle was filled with rage and annoyance—but also a split second away from cancelling the entire Golden Afternoon stroll and retire to his bedroom for the rest of the day. And that would be the end of everything.

“Alright, let’s get started. We shall exit the lounge through the back door. Trey and I have prepared the walk way and the garden to fit the description the Queen of Hearts left for us perfectly to the letter. So now, you shall accompany me.” Riddle began walking ahead, exiting the lounge room, Ace following quickly behind, his arms behind his head in a carefree manner whilst his house warden tense from the mere fact he was stuck with Trappola alone for the hour they have together.

Once they reached outside, it felt like the world was larger than what it was earlier. Ace felt dizzy at first because the flowers were now somehow 12 feet tall and a few of them the same height as he was. The grass was greener even more than usual and the Bread and Butterflies flew over Ace and Riddle’s head as they walked side by side.

“Damn housewarden. You and Trey outdid yourselves with the detail.” Ace exclaimed as he rain his fingers through the Get Up in the Morning Glory’s purple petals which were still damp from being watered earlier.

“Hmph.” Riddle actually felt amused by the recently turned seventeen year old’s compliment.

“We pride ourselves to fulfill the accuracy of the original Golden Afternoon. All the flowers handpicked and grown in the Botanical Gardens from the science team thanks to Rook Hunt.” Riddle took a minute to gaze at the flower beds which were beautifully placed in arrays of genus and color.

“Got a favorite?” Ace asked.

“No one’s ever asked me that.” Riddle stopped in his tracks, his big grey eyes staring right into Ace’s red ones. Riddle kept his composure to not twiddle his thumbs, that was against the Queen’s rules but he was getting kind of frazzled for some odd reason.

Was Ace always this cute?

It’s as if he could hear the faintest of violins within his ears as Ace turned to face the housewarden of Heartslaybul. His smile widened and shown his pearly white teeth, with that stupid smirk which caused Riddle to whip his head away and stare back at the flowers.

“Ahem, well, roses of course are my favorites. Not painted red but naturally red, not with the vulgar paint. But when we paint them all together as a dorm—I enjoy those the most.” The two strolled along the pathway which led to a nest of Rocking Horseflies which were Ace absolutely hated.

“Aww housewarden!” Ace punched Riddle’s arm as delicately as possible, continuing on their trek and few for the few minutes they were silent the two of the Night Raven’s began to hear light chatter.

“Was that you?”Ace whispered, more snickers and chatters returned.

“That was actually the flowers. You know Ace, you can learn a-lot of things from the flowers, especially in the month of June.” Riddle knelt down to the level of the smaller grown flowers which were a singular White Rose who had the face of a fair maiden in the center, and Strings of Violets which were giggling and gossiping.

“Good afternoon Riddle!” The angelic voice of the white Rose said.

“They know you?!” Ace knelt down too and squinted at each flower, and they all had distinct little faces.

“Of course we know Riddle!” One of the violets sneered. “He’s always tending to our petals, keeping us fresh as a Lazy Daisy.”

“Oh to be a Lazy Daisy…they love the very peaceful life they lead huh girls?”

“Mhm.” the flowers talked amongst themselves and if was all so fascinating to Ace, and Riddle was conversing back. It was an odd phenomena and the housewarden wasn’t tense, he enjoyed the flowers and their company.

“It’s so nice to not be in the Botanical Gardens right now. Leona would always lay his tail in our flower bed!” a group of seemingly young flowers squeaked.

“Classic Kingscholar!” Ace sighed and stood back up.

Riddle soon finished his conversation with the white rose who was very enamored by Ace and Riddle’s company.

“Remember Riddle, There's a wealth of happiness and romance, All in the golden afternoon!” which Riddle only returned a light grin.

The sun shone down like a yellow toy balloon and for the next few hours they were strange.

Or maybe it was a minute, or actually mere second or two.… A glorious shimmer performed its final bows across the Heartslaybul makeshift sky. White cotton like clouds rolled out along a horizon edged in blues and creamy whites so bright it was like looking into the depths of an Angel’s eyes.

“We dont often to get this much alone time Riddle.” Ace finally used his first name. He rose a brow and gave a smirk. “Ha! It’s like a date.”

And for once in all his seventeen years of living, Riddle was speechless.

“No, No it’s nothing of the sort Ace. We’re barely even friends, merely dormmates. I am your housewarden and you happen to be a troublesome student who I must always pick up the pieces with.”Riddle breathed slowly, his cheeks red.

“Gosh I was only joking Housewarden relax man.“ Ace laughed nervously. “Seriously though we never get to hangout alone, I wanna change that so maybe we can be friends.”

Riddle’s face softened and he suddenly felt awful for letting his temper almost get the best of him. He took another deep breath and nodded slowly. Adjusting the small crown on his head, he spared a passing glance at Ace.

“You actually truly are a dear friend Ace.” Riddle started and the two of them proceeded to walk side by side again.

“Awesome! That’s good to know—

“Let me finish.” Riddle’s voice calm. “You’re a dear friend to me. And without you around, the dorm would truly be a dull place. I enjoy having you around.” Riddle picked up a flower which didn’t have a unique face but also lacked magic. It was a regular old red rose and handed it right to Ace who sheepishly scratched the back of his neck looking down at his house-warden.

“Sure, you’re just my student and I’m your house-warden, I’m also your friend and I view you the same. You cause problems wherever you go and you drive me absolutely mad. And when I think of how lost I’d be without you here I know I’m done for.”

Ace fondled the red petals, gently not to cause them to fall. “Come on man, enough of the sappy stuff…” To be fair, Ace Trappola didn’t really know what to say.

“I look forward to cleaning your messes.” Riddle lowered his voice. “Because I know you’ll always be there to count on me to fix them.” He finally looked into Ace’s eyes. Finally. No longer with disapproval and annoyance. No longer because he was about to scold him, but purely out of admiration and compassion. Riddle allowed himself to smile.

“Riddle, come on man..S’not like I don’t feel the same. I absolutely adore making that little face of yours red. It’s freaking hilarious.” He sat on one of the benches. “And you’re right…I cause trouble with Yuu and the other first years, but I know through it all, you’re gonna be there to swoop me back up and save me from whatever punishment. You’re the best housewarden this school has to offer, I mean come on house-warden, I wouldn’t want it any other way, you’re one of my bestest friends…”

Riddle sniffled slightly but not loud enough for Ace to notice. “Um, well I guess we can stop here for today huh?”

He awkwardly laughed.

“Not much left we can do but finish off with the picnic near the sunset. Trey prepared us strawberry tarts…I know how much you like those Ace. I wasn’t expecting you to be the one I pull from the hat but it all played out in the end.”

“Aww you know me so well Housewarden.” Ace patted the spot next to him on the bench and Riddle walked over, his cape in tow.

“You know, with all this excitement, I haven’t truly given you the full lore of this holiday and why we recognize it.” Riddle magically pulled out a basket of tarts, which just makes sense because this place is the spirit of Wonderland.

“I think I’ve heard you and Trey obsess over it enough.” Ace snickered.

“Obsess? More like prepare to the best of our ability. The Golden Afternoon was a romantic outing the queen and her king took, it was a time where they could have a moment to themselves away from all the chaos that it took to rule Wonderland and— why are you looking at me like that Ace?”

“Ahh, so it is like a date!”

“What!? we thought it could act as an incentive nothing more nothing less!” Riddle blushed, no longer a bright red but a sweet hedgehog pink. His lips pursed into a pout and Ace laughed but turned away when he felt his skin burn too.

Riddle should have been over the moon that the Ace Trappola of all people was delighted by his antics and was now even smiling at him even though they’ve gotten on the wrong foot the week that the blot took control of his heart and darkness overcame him.

He should have felt happiness and satisfaction in his heart that he had never known before that he carried out one of the Queen’s favorite days. Rather than wallowing in failure and his own scorn or self hatred, he had surely impressed his hero. It was a glorious, greedy feeling. One that the Queen of Hearts particularly inspired. But the feeling of Ace having a good time, learning from the flowers and spending time with him all in the Golden Afternoon, the wealth and the romance of it all, he could see himself doing anything to recapture that feeling, to make him feel that way about today or him in general again and again—if he couldn’t feel about him any other way.

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thank you for reading !! and here you go RiddleAce fans ♥️‼️i hope i did your pairing justice. Lots of Disney Alice in Wonderland references !! remember to reblog, comment and like <33 im so glad to be writing again!!

ART FROM THE TWST ANTHOLOGY COMIC, “A blessing on our Unbirthday” by Himako Neko♥️

[duhsty1]

tomfoolery with @simply-spade OH MY GOD

there’s a TON more but the mobile app limit precedes me so I will be gnawing at the ground

CHECK OUT @simply-spade IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY A LOT OF THE CHARACTERS HERE ARE ITS OCS

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Ace of Spades

A Love of Horror Drabble

Check out masterlist here

“Pick a card, any card”.

Dieter clumsily fanned out the deck of cards in front of you. You randomly selected one and held it close.

“Now, look but don’t tell what it is because I will tell you through the power of mind reading.”

His hands waved about wildly in some attempt at a sexy David Copperfield look but ended up with an adorably wild Dieter look.

“Obviously it can’t be the ace of spades so it’s hearts. Clubs? Diamond? Spades?”

You held back a giggle.

“Yes, it’s spades. We’re in the numbers but are we high or low numbers?”

His head looked like it was going to explode, and you could not contain your giggles.

“I’m not laughing, I’m not”. You snorted.

“I’m trying to impress you with my mind reading powers here.”

“Dieter, you don’t need to impress me, I already like you.”

“You do?”

You nodded and he bashfully blushed.

“Besides, your Vincent Price impression was the thing that impressed me.”

“Really? Well, why didn’t you say anything? It would’ve saved me from all this magic tomfoolery. What was the card anyways?”

You showed him.

“Are you fucking kidding me? The ace of spades?!!!”

Lovingly tagging @cevans-is-classic

[sweatertheman]

Homestuck Observation.

Current position in story, bull boy got sexually assualted by The Funny Vriska, rambling about troll romance, the story devolves into meta nonsense where the writer loses his shit in a spooky attic wearing bad troll cosplay, forces us to reread troll romance rambling, something about Spades Slick and Clubs Deuce, Sollux died, cheated death, and is now reading Karkat's dumb board for all his dumb game nonsense.

Isn't it weird how the end outcome for planets that end up playing "sburb" is destruction and repopulation by the remnants of creatures created BY the game? Even though the Alternian session created Spades Slick, enemy of the Felts and Lord English, I think it created Snowman, one of the Felts. At the same time, in the Earth session, regardless of Jack Noir's interfereance, isn't it odd how these planets get wiped out and repopulated by these beings? What is the true end goal of "sburb"? What is Lord English's goal? Who are the Felts? Who are the Midnight Crew? Why is Midnight Crew also a piece of Earth fiction? How does an indestrucible time demon and leader of a time-themed gang benefit from the destruction of whole races? That, or why does his arrival in Paradox Space necessitate the destruction of said races? Does Lord English intend to take over the universe? What does "sburb" have to do with playing cards? Did the Midnight Crew just appropriate troll romance iconography for their new identities following the thrashing of Alternia? Why did Lord English set up shop there? What does he intend to do with a time-themed gang? Is he just fucking with us?

I hate time travel! Especially Homestuck time travel. Fuck Lord English. I don't even know him, but I blame him for all the contradictory time travel tomfoolery. I hope John Egbert pisses all over his time grave, and I don't even like John Egbert! He's underdeveloped thus far, and is also a disgrace to the field of ectobiology!

[200-word-rpgs]

Index of Entries, Part 3 (R–Z)

R

Radio Prophets by @toy-dragon

The Ramsey Affair by @arehera

Rat Race Simulator by @domesticated-slut

Reach Into Your Pocket: a game for three specific players by @andaisq

Ready-Set-Mutate! by @mikethinkstwice

Red Hair and Air Dashing VS Olympus by @thefaewriter

Red Scare! by @aismallard

Regex by @krozzus

Rhyme Schemes by @bookoramaenderteeth

Riddick by @i-g-u

Risk Aware Consensual Game: a RACK-based cooperative ttrpg in 200 words by @lunellum

Robots and Mechanics by @ukrainian-groove-metal

Rock, Paper, Wizard by @animorphstruther2002

Role Playing Scissors by @esoteric-merit

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are an RPG by @verysharpfish

Rote 1st Edition by @sabrinahawthorne

Rubik's Monster by @mildkleptomania

RULE OF COOL by @itsabear

Russian Roulette by @karlmarxmaybe

S

Saving Herself (Some Trouble) by @clockyauntie

Scales and Rails by @doublestormryu

SEA // FOOD by @tiiimezombie

Secret Agents of the 60s by @wrrdbrrd

Secret Monster by @deluxeloy

Serious Business by @notsomeoneyouknow

Sesquipedalian Loquaciousness by @immaculateyaoibaby

Shitty Copper Dice by @beleester

SHITTY WIZARDS and their STUPID GODDAMN QUEST for ULTIMATE POWER by @inktog

Shouldn't Be Here by @pahvl

Showed Me Yours, Showed You Mine: A Two Player Conversational Game About Revealed Secret Identities by @commonblueicarus

Sidereal Discordancy by @notsomeoneyouknow

A Silly Argument by @omivel

Six Weeks on a Wild Planet by @specialagentartemis

Slay Marciolo: A 200-Word Metroidvania by @thefaewriter

small towns, BIG SECRETS by @psychhound

Snarky Servants by @teensywars

Sneaky Snack by @blueberrybananasmoothie

Sommelier Smack Down by @henchmaxxing

Space Gerbils (Very Small Edition) by @prokopetz

Spade and Speranza by @drmaicol

Spicelords by @jellyfission

The Spirit of Adventure by @skredli-the-ogre

SPOILS OF DUNGEONEERING by @nethell-periodical

Strange Moons (ver. 2024 Jam) by @blackratbighat

STRANGE OCCURRENCES AT NOWHEREVILLE CHRONICLE. Journalistic integrity impugned. Editor could not be reached for comment. by @orthernlight

T

Tail of a Scorpion: A Bestiary Game by @strixcattus

Tales Left Behind Us: a 200-word RPG by @the-dlan

TANGERRITORIAL by @certified-llama-chauffeur

Techniques and Talents Abridged by @sizeabletoblerone

That Guy, The Game - or - Catan Doesn't Ruin Friendships, People Ruin Friendships by @bitternest

They Don't Even Know Godzilla Is Coming by @inktog

This is inspired by Homeworld, and I wrote it a while ago, and here it is by @millenomi

This Isn't Even My Final Form by @zuritee

Throw Numbers At It by @backus-naur

Thy Works Great and Terrible by @madzapan

Tibeau's Travelling Troupe by @sociallynonexistant

Time Goes By in the Shifting City by @orthernlight

TO LOVE A MONSTER by @damsels-n-dice

Tomfoolery - an asymmetric game about catsitting by @chaotic-error

Tower of Babel by @dumpster-fire-rats

Tower of Lies by @inktog

TPK Party by @pomrania

Trapped Within The Rulebook by @the-sage-of-dissolution

Trench Coat: an improv narrative game for 3 players by @azurefishnets

The Triggermen by @illogarithmil

TURN IT DOWN by @blueeyedrat

U

UNDERWATER TEMPLE, UNDERWATER MONK by @drcuriousvii

UNLIT SKIES by @1980sspaceman

V

Very Specific Thresholds by @bendandsnap-cummerbund

Voidsliders by @meanderxander

Vorpal by @captainkawaii666

W

Walking Simulator with Skunks by @pomrania

When All You Have is a Gun Everything Looks [Verb]able by @that-house

Where are we? by @hades-hornet

Who Dun It by @strixcattus

"Why Can't You Be Normal Like Me?" by @arehera

Why did I decide to become an anime chronicler? by @bossarmadimon

Win at Game Jam, Something that is Normal to Want and Possible to Achieve by @smallpileofmoss

Word Count Starts After The Title by @moon-of-curses

THE WORK STORE - RETAIL GOTHIC RPG by @malice-mal

The World Keeps Turning by @pomrania

Worth a Thousand Words by @last-ticket-home

THE WRECKED PLATOON by @zeitghost

Y

Yea But Have You Seen...? by @vforvalensa

YELLOW FAMILY by @two-energy-counters

Yes! Get it! Scribe those spell scrolls!!! by @mostwretchedcritter

You Are a Monk by @wizard-council-museum-clerk

You are on the moon. You have a job to do. That job requires the other Guy, so it would really fuck things up if you killed them with a rock. by @moon-of-curses

YOU AWAKE AS A DUNGEON by @fishmad122

You Find Yourself In A Room. by @cartoonofmilk

You Have Angered The Gazebo by @iridium-bat

You Know How This Story Ends by @indraklyr

You Sunk My Battleship! by @ineffable-gallimaufry

Your New Purpose: A Golem's Debate by @luckynewtgames

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!(Zombie Apocalypse) ? Proceed As Usual : CYOA by @that-house

200 Word RPGs 2024

Each November, some people try to write a novel. Others would prefer to do as little writing as possible. For those who wish to challenge their ability to not write, we offer this alternative: producing a complete, playable roleplaying game in two hundred words or fewer.

This is the submission thread for the 2024 event, running from November 1st, 2024 through November 30th, 2024. Submission guidelines can be found in this blog's pinned post, here.

[blitzbuckz]

For once, the owl bends down — movements slow and measured, offering option for retreat if desired — and gently boops his head to the top of the imp's. Soft, barely audible chirp is offered before he withdraws so they may both go about their business.

【𐂃】 SHIT NOT HIM. fearing for his little red hole, the imp slightly arched his back. His body tensing, head dipped down, as if preparing for another tomfoolery stunt. Shifting to that of a defensive stance. Imagining the worse, yet, to his surprise- the outcome was anything but that...

❝ uMM... ❞ Hues pivot upwards, glancing up with a heartfelt glow to them. His body winced when they made contact, but only for a brief moment before warming up to the touch. It felt kinda... nice.

Like a dog receiving pats, the spade of his tail swerved repeatedly. wagging. almost provoking a purr out of him before the prince broke away their hypnotic touch. Leaving the assassin speechless, blushing as he watched the owl disappear from view.

Blitzø couldn't make out what that was all about, but he wasn't going to let it rummage in his brain too much. he had paperwork to do! ( although, he wouldn't mind receiving another sometime... if they were to visit again. )

[spadesandstars]

what ......

[ninthhousesteel]

*pushes the door open like my cat at 8am this morning* hello its me again I'm here to bother you >:)

i've been studying with my gf all day together so I'm here to present ronance studying together headcanons

(probably a modern au cos its just easier to figure that out)

-they start trying to study together by going to the library at uni because it's a central location and they usually have class together anyway so it's nice to make a day of it and spend the extra time before or after class together

-however this ends up Not Working At All because they just enjoy each other's company WAY too much and make each other laugh and they're both neurotic/neurodivergent (I know nd is the correct term but neurotic is more fun to say) so focusing is a fucking task and when their pretty funny gf is there to make them smile it's HARD ok it's hard

-they do still try and make it work but nancy is the only one who can get stuff done because she's a fucking studyhound and robin is just goofing off the entire time or fighting her brain to make it focus (it took her 2 weeks to get through 2 lectures)

-they tried bringing in Accountability Buddies like vickie and chrissy and steve and eddie but this also didn't work because while vickie is a diligent studier, chrissy is not and works better alone and also loves messing with robin and vice versa, and besides nancy and chrissy are caffeine addicts and keep getting up to grab coffee for breaks, and vickie and robin keep getting sidetracked into weird theories because they're 2 bitches with adhd what else are they gonna do

-and steve and eddie are Not Studying People; steve kinda is but he's doing a trade apprenticeship and frequently gets distracted and eddie cannot sit still for 10 seconds so he's a nightmare if you sit him down at a table and tell him to be quiet, so that's out

-anyway. so they're bad at stuyding together at uni but they still do it cos its fun and they like hanging out and the illusion of getting work done is nice

-one day tho robin is Not Having It and hasn't left her house cos she's tired but she's still planning to get stuff done; meanwhile nancy is at uni and is complaining cos it's 11am and she's been here since 8 and hasn't gotten anything done, so robin just says 'babe come over we can study here together I have cats' and nancy, for lack of anything better to do and missing her gf's cuddles, says yes and buses over

-armed with takeaway coffee and stress in spades, they curl up on robin's bed and actually??? get stuff done??? there's still plenty of tomfoolery and dumb laughter together, plenty of goofing off, but there's long periods of them both with their noses in uni readings or books or taking notes or making essay plans or occasionally discussing what they're going to do for this next assignment

-nancy grabs one of robin's large stuffed animals and uses it as a backrest against the wall and it gets sufficiently squished and looks very sad

-at some point they're throwing silly jibes at each other and nancy dares robin to make her shut up, so robin gets up and quickly kisses her which makes nancy squeal and hide her face as robin quickly runs off to make tea, cackling the whole way

-robin's two cats wander around the house and curl up on the bed next to them which is very sweet and nancy keeps getting distracted by them

-they change positions across the bed several times but they've always got an arm on the other one or a foot touching someone else's leg or their legs over each other to keep each other grounded while they read things

-once it hits 5:30 they both kind of run out of juice and agree to call it a night and get pizza for dinner and watch conspiracy theory documentaries on robin's laptop while in bed together before passing out

-all in all it's a very successful day and they agree to do it again

i have nothing else to add because these hcs are brilliant!!

[raritarous]

Deltarunes narrator part 2

I’m replaying Deltarune and paying extra close attention to the narrator to make a comparison between the two and, eventually take a guess at who the narrator is. This tomfoolery was prompted by me remembering the narrator Chara theory, which I believe to be true. I am trying to remine objective for this comparison but I will fall down a rabbit hole into wild speculation and theorizing eventually... It’s just who I am. 

Part 1

Masterpost

First I’m going to make a slight correction from part 1. It has come to my attention that before you go to the dark world the options selection is the same as in Undertale defaulting to one side and using white and white text.

It isn’t until we go to the dark world and Ralsei askes us to listen to his tale that we are presented with the centered heart and white and yellow text.

What is possibly the most interesting about this is that the white and yellow text stays after returning from the dark world.

There are only Two (I believe) cases of white and yellow text options in Undertale. One being when Chara asks if you want to destroy everything at the end of a murder montage, and the other when you name the fallen human at the beginning of the game.

And I have to correct myself once again because the actual first time we see the centered heart and white and yellow text is

I’m not going to jump into theories just yet, but stay tuned part 3 is most likely where we start falling down rabbet holes.

I am going to take a quick minute to sidetrack away from the narrator. Bare with me for this one I feel like I is worth looking at with the subject of the narrator in the back of our minds. 

At a glance it would be easy to say that both Kris and Frisk are your generic silent RPG protagonist for you to project yourself onto. Nothing happens to challenge this idea in Undertale until you complete a true pacifist run. Once you manage to get through to Asriel and he askes for your name Frisk answers him with their own name instead of the one you chose at the beginning of the game. Frisk very rarely acts outside of the players influence, keeping the illusion that you and Frisk are one in the same. (this may be less true during a no fun run, but I am too much of a weenie to play that run myself so I have only watch it. I remember there being time the character advanced on someone when they were trying to monolog but I don’t know if that was under the control of the player or not) The only (non geno run) time I can think of where Frisk acts somewhat independently is in the true lab, walking extremely slowly toward the shower and moving much faster than usual if you turned back.

Kris on the other hand seems to be far more willing to act on their own. Backing away from the closet door when first finding the dark world, jumping in front of Susie to black an attack from Spade King, and running on their own when prompted by Susie when Lancer first attacks after entering the dark world. (by this last one I mean you don’t have to hold the run bottom down, you still have to initiate movement.) And that's not even bringing into account that they... you know...

Yeah all that... Lets get back to the narrator.

I don’t think Undertales narrator ever told you what someone else was thinking like this, only what they were doing. I could be wrong about this one but I still felt it was worth putting in here. 

One thing I have noticed that I didn’t pay too much attention to at first was the narrators callbacks to check info from Undertale though they are not exact.

this last one isn’t really a callback but I did fine it interesting that the end of battle message was different between the two

especially when this is something that happens

Sorry I keep going off on tangents away from the narrator, I just feel like this stuff is going to mean something later on.

This post has gotten long enough. If you have made it this far thank you so much for reading, I’m really enjoying this deep dive into the narrator I hope you are too.

[victorsandvanquishers]

The Red Seed in Your Heart

Fandom: Black Clover

Ships: implied Yuno/Asta/Liebe, Spade Noble Demon 1/Spade Noble Demon 2

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Canon-typical violence

Story Synopsis: Demons are a miracle born from human hatred and the power of the Underworld. [Chapter 281, Black Clover]  Alternatively, a tale about men living their lives after the defeat of the Dark Triad, and the men who came before them. Regardless, Yuno is still Yuno of Hage, no matter how much he looks like Royce and Ciel Grinberryall.

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Late to my own event, but here’s my submission for Day 2 of Black Clover Week 2021, for the prompt Ancestors! Enjoy, and make sure to reblog all the wonderful artwork, fanfiction, and other mixed media produced for this event, and participate, if you can.

Enjoy the tomfoolery, and don’t forget to leave a review! ~(˘▾˘~)

[ahalal-uralma]

Tale of The Mad Man

Once upon a time....

there was a man named Percy Jekyll. 

Henry Jekyll. Harry Jekyll? No. Percy.

No, surely it must be Harry. No. No. No.

As matter of fact? Body bag the first name. Just call him Dr. Jekyll, when he isn’t assuming the position of Mr. Edward Hyde. And don’t ask too many questions or he will get swift and sharp about it. Angry. Furious.

Mad. You might say as mad as an adder.

Atter?

Hatter. He has a hat that goes with the temper. It’s tall, taller than your third removed cousin’s ego. Or your ex’s. You take your pick.

It’s exceptionally lofty.

But not quite as lengthy as his black hair.

Hair so lengthy sometimes it tickles the length of his even more exceptionally....no. Stop it.

This story is off to a terrible start if you haven’t noticed already. Anyway, where were we going with this? Restart. I hope you have some tea.

Once upon a time, there was an egomaniacal genius by way and form of Dr. Jekyll (for now). He was playing a game of spades.

With a cat.

Her name is Mary. Or so she claims when she is smiling. She has many names and titles, to be quite frank about it, but she’ll never be entirely honest about what they’re for or what they mean. Or where the hell any of it came from.

She doesn’t smile often, but when she does it’s quite disarming. Not in the way that a beautiful painting is disarming. Her expression makes you want to remove an arm. It’s less painful than her grin.

You become convinced that you will do almost anything to get rid of the discomfort. One time, he tried to chew himself apart at the shoulder—but then, he ruined his favorite coat doing it, so he didn’t. Sometimes, you wonder if there’s a real body count behind her smile. But, none of that is terribly important at the moment.

What’s important is that this tomfoolery of a man is losing to her. 

She is sitting there outside a cafe, a swatch of black on the edge of a marble table, with her head turned down. Her little ears sharp as horns as she covers a paw over a stack of cards. You can tell she’s plotting to make his life hell just by glancing at her. 

And she will.

Because, she always does.

It’s how his last relationship ended: in flames so hot he began running backwards to escape it till he nearly found himself in a ditch. A pit. An abyss. An unsmiling void unlike the false light he latched onto for comfort.

All of it is her fault.

But, he will never apologize to the woman he hurt for her. It would be a grand blow to his esteem to admit he betrayed the Queen for a shapeshifting con-artist. He was trapped in a game he was losing, but it was better than the loss of his head to a woman who collected the world’s hearts. Or that’s the deception he liked to repeat to himself when he wasn’t drunk.

He was definitely drunk now.

He practically slammed his glass of wine down on the table as he carefully scanned through the numbers and symbols in his spindly fingers.

He barely noticed the jack of all trades being placed un-ironically on the surface in front of him.

“It won’t work.” A morose nasal voice interrupted his concentration. He knew who it was before the smoke of their monochrome-striped pipe reached his nose. It had the smell of marijuana and anise.

“Good morning, Edgar.” Percy waved the fumes from his face. It felt like a thick fog was being dumped all over his vision.

“Is it?” Edgar didn’t sound terribly convinced it was a good morning. Through the lens of his spectacles, no morning was to be perceived ever as a good morning. An average morning? A mediocre one, perhaps? Perhaps not.

“Why don’t you sit with us for some tea, dear?” It was the first time Mary decided to speak that morning. Her face was still down-turned at her cards.

“I do not drink tea. I do not like tea. And for that matter, why should I? Tea does not like me. Tea does not drink me.”

Percy’s left hand shot like lightning as Mary’s tail decided to suggestively push his wine glass in the direction of the sulking addict. His hand procured the glass with expert grace. “I think you will not, madam.” He made sure to drink down the remaining contents this time. And then, he let the glass hit the ground with an unceremonious shatter. A power display.

“All for the better, I am a cognac man.” Edgar replied in his usual unruffled tone. A cyclone couldn’t shake his brooding.

Percy decided to look up at his melancholic friend, “Do not sound too put off now. You know how I am about my spirits. You may still sit with us.” He lifted the black cane he usually carried at his side and used it to tap on an empty chair near him. “Come. Do not be such a stranger. We are all stranger’s here.”

Edgar looked as he always did: tall, lithe with a gray and black suit to match his moth wings. While most moth’s displayed their wings proud like circus tents, his remained draping down like sad blankets. It was most likely how he used them when he wasn’t mucking about dragging on his pipe or tearing over a drink.

“Thank you, but I will stand. You’re not really going to play that card are you?”

“Well, I guess I can’t now that you exposed it’s existence....” Percy shot a concerned glance at Mary, who was finally looking up. She looked like she was resisting a grin, but he knew better. She was going to assault him, when she knew it would hurt him the most.

“Your turn, sugar baby.” She said sweetly. Another lie. Nothing she did was ever meant to be sweet. It was all a game for her.

He slapped his next card down. He tried not to show how nervous and on-edge the move was making him. He was at the breaking point.

Do or don’t.

Destruction didn’t mind how it arrived. It would announce itself regardless.

And that’s when chaos broke: she smiled throwing down her card. “Oh, look. You have been stagnated by the Queen. How fitting.”

That was it. He lost all of his senses. He flipped it all. The table, the chairs. She floated into the air laughing. Mocking his rage. Mr. Edward Hyde was no longer hiding. He was showing up just in time. She crossed the line. She violated his memories for the sake of a victory. Her ego was always more important than his pride.

“Jezebel! Cretin! I should have known!”

Edgar looked between them in confusion. “What is happening?”

Mary’s body had vanished mid-air, all but her mocking smile. “Still your existence. You are only animated when you have no control! Isn’t that what you have always wanted? Control? Your best control is when you are dead! Do not pretend you love any of this!”

Percy’s hair had turned fire-red. “For the love of God, Mary! Have you no shame or concept of boundaries? How dare you do this!”

“God has no power here.” Her voice continued laughing. “I will strike wherever I want to go.”

“Go to Hell, then!” He took his cane and began swatting the air. Edgar’s wings sprung up just enough to shelter him from the explosion of debris created by a chair being thrown. He had no idea who threw it.

There was only one idea as he had seen this situation play itself out many times before: the hatter had gone completely mad. And through no falter, the Cheshire Cat was to blame. Again.

[fallenbars]

Welcome to the Fallenbars side blog.

〉〉Information on blog:

silly little side blog for fun.

Headcannons aren't to be taken seriously.

Platonic/Romantic asks OPEN currently but will be slightly slow. 💫

New to this so bear with me.

Things will be tagged accordingly. If you have a problem with a certain thing and wish for it to be tagged, please notify me.

Self indulgent! Be wary if that’s not your thing.

I write for fun mainly! Keep this in mind, thanks.

Main; @loomiebin / UT-AU art; @catchyablue

☕Last edited on: Fri, June 7th 2024☕

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Rules:

Suggestive things ⌑

Mental Health ☗

Dark Themes ☖

Fluff, angst, platonic, etc..☗

Fontc/est, Selfc/est, sanscest, papcest, etc- ☒

Oc's x cannon☖

Character x character ☒

Self-insert things☗

What if's, scenarios, imagines, tomfoolery, etc.☗

4 requests are allowed from the same person once a week.

Questions are allowed even when Ask box is closed.

Platonic/Sibling only Headcanons for minors! (don't be weird, man..)

Unsure if something's allowed or not? Or if you're allowed to ask a certain question? Just ask or PM me.

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Sans-Undertale

Papyrus-Undertale

Blue-Underswap

Stretch-Underswap

Edge-Underfell

Red-Underfell

Money-Swapfell

Black-Swapfell

Rus-Fellswap red

Berry-Fellswap red

Wine-Fellswap/(FSG)

Coffee-Fellswap/(FSG)

Grillby-Undertale

Swatch-Deltarune (Unavailable)

Fellby-Underfell Grillby

Swaby- Underswap Grillby

Calis- Mafiatale Grillby

Swatchling(s)-Deltarune (Unavailable)

King Spade-Deltarune

Spamton[!!]-Deltarune

Sweets-Deltarune

Cap’n-Deltarune

K_K-Deltarune

Bullet-Mafiatale

Whiplash-Mafiatale

Merc-Mafiatale

Mist-Mafiafell

Papyrus-Mafiafell(Finding a name for him)

Smoke-Mafiafell

(Any other characters either don't have set nicknames yet so were not added or because I simply don't do them- Make sure to ask for an AU if you don't see it here if you want to ask a question for it.)

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[smokeybrand]

Smokey brand Movie Reviews: Cringe Worthy

I've been trying to finish Ingrid Goes West for months now. This thing was on my list to see in theaters but it was only dropped for about a week here, at one theater, upon it's initial run. Sacramento is getting better at his type of stuff but we're still country as f*ck so we don't usually get the smaller, performance driven, independent films like, say, real f*cking cities. It's such a frustration because Sacramento is the whole ass Capitol of California. Suffice it to say, I rejoiced when I found it on Hulu. In this, the stupidest apocalypse ever, I has all the time in the world to see this film.

The Good

Aubrey Plaza as the title character, Ingrid Thorburn, was exceptional. I love Plaza in almost everything she decides to do. I don't think  have ever seen a performance that was overtly horrible. Plaza ha this earnest weird energy to her which infects every role that she's in. She doesn't just play herself, there are actually characters behind that cringe, but its definitely there. Plaza was able to harness that chaotic energy and deliver one of the most quietly unsettling performances of a deranged person, I have ever seen.

It's weird seeing Elizabeth Olsen outside the MCU. Wanda wasn't he first role I saw Olsen in, that belong to the mediocre Oldboy remake, but it is the role I associate with her more than any other. Seeing her effectively go against type in this as the very plastic, very cliche, “social media influence” Her Taylor Sloane is every bit the Tik Tok star,Youtbe personality, Viner that you abhor. Pretentious, vapid, superficial, and absolutely fake, the real Sloane is far more normal and far more disappointing in reality, a fact that isn't lost in Olsen's rather nuanced performance.

Watching O'Shea Jackson Jr. get more work has been a real pleasure. To date, his best role is, ironically, playing his dad in Straight Outta Compton but, his Dan Pinto is a close second. O'Shea is the straight man in all of this, the audience surrogate so to speak. He ends up completely infatuated with Ingrid and decides to go along with her bullsh*t until it get insane. Dan is almost constantly calling this chick out on her bullsh*t the same way I was screaming at my television. Jackson is coming along as a performer though, if I'm being honest, he was the weakest out of the principal cast but not by much Olsen is a vet in this game and Plaza might be a genius in these types of roles. Plus, this was literally Jackson's second movie so the fact that he not only delivers but completely steals the occasional scene or two, is testament to his ability.

The rest of this cast was fantastic. Billy Magnussen is f*cking unhinged as Sloane's brother, Nicky, and Wyatt Russell was surprisingly warm as her husband, Ezra O'Keafe. Meredith Hagner was awesome to see, she's a favortie from that show you should be watching but probably don't, Search Party, SO anytime i get more of her is a goddamn pleasure. And, of course, more Pom Klementieff is always appreciated.

The chemistry among this cast is palpable. You can really tell they enjoyed each other on set, especially Olsen and Plaza. They gt along swimmingly on film, playing off each other with ease. There was a genuine nature to what was presented on film that effectively elevated all of the performances, making Ingrid one of the most watchable films on record. Despite how goddamn awkward a watch it is.

Ingrid Goes West is one of the most cringy, vicarious embarrassment inducing, films I have ever seen in my life but, at the same time, it's f*cking hilarious. The way this thing is written, the circumstances of events and how they unfold, make for some of the funniest scenes caught on tape but in a weird way. Like, you feel bad laughing at the sh*t in this thing but it's absolutely hilarious. Sh*t is mad uncomfortable but you still end up chuckling anyway because it's still funny as sh*t.

This thing is a sneak thriller disguised as a black comedy. It's shot a lot like that old Carrey vehicle, The Cable Guy, which is, itself, a sneak thriller. Don't misunderstand, this flick is genuinely funny, the jokes land with an uncomfortable guffaw, but that doesn't take away from the terrifying reality of what you're seeing. Credit to Matt Spicer for walking that line and giving us one cleverly f*cked up experience.

I've seen this story done before to varying success. Ingrid is one of the better renditions. This flick is Single White Female for Millennial and I felt that. There is a distinct, underlying current, of abject loneliness and the need for the superficiality of my generation. Spicer also has a writer credit on this thing. Dude is the same age as I am so he has a genuine understanding of how to terrify cats in my age range while delivering one of the funniest films I have seen in years.

The writing is sharp as f*ck in this. Nothing ever feels out of place or some sh*t people wouldn't say in real like. There are no characters that feel fake or created for “the movies.” I mean, there are those, Taylor's brother immediately comes to mind, but dude is, at most, a caricature not perversion. These people exist out in the wild. I know they do. I know people like them. I have interactions like these within my friend group. Seeing a theatrically released film actually get that right was pretty dope.

The Bad

This, whole ass movie, is an exercise in the uncomfortable. It's cringe manifest. I understand that's the point of this movie and, for me, it enhances the viewing experience considerably, but that sh*t is palpable and will f*ck people up if they are susceptible or triggered by this type of stuff. It feels like the most uncomfortable parts of The Office but for two goddamn hours and not the ten minutes of Michael's tomfoolery. Its like watching Scott's Tots on repeat.

This movie feels a lot longer than it really is and that, absolutely has to do with the cringe factor. This film is relentless with the uncomfortable and that sh*t adds YEARS onto the run time. I was exhausted after seeing this thing and realized it's bare over an hour and a half. Finishing this felt like finishing Uncut Gems or The Autopsy of Jane Doe, both of which are excellent films in their own right.

The Verdict

I love this movie, man. It's not as good as I hoped but it was still an excellent watch. Aubrey Plaza is outstanding as Ingrid. Even though she's got great support like Jackson and Olsen to play off of, this is definitely Plaza's vehicle. She's able to expand upon, and give life to, a character that is already well written. The actualization of Ingrid on film so wholly couldn't be possible without an absolutely clear vision and Matt Spicer delivered that in spades. His writing and direction was the mortar that holds this string of incredible performances, wonderful shots, and witty dialogue, together. This is one of those rare films that knows exactly what it wants to say, that is hard for a major studio to back, because the content will definitely alienate. While I don't have many bad things to say about it, the two thing that I did reference are massive. This thing is built to keep you uncomfortable and that makes the film way too long in the tooth. It's absolutely intentional but, f*ck, does it hurt. Ingrid Goes West is an exercise in straight up masochism but, like the Ms of the world know, this movie can be legit rewarding if you accept the pain.