#the odds were in my favor

[chemstrails]

I GOT VERIFIED OMFF

[christo-unlimited]

Idk what Pokemon VGC Tumblr is like but I just need to share an insane battle I just had. I wish SV had Battle Replays, because I'd absolutely share it as proof of what happened.

So, I was just on pokemon SV Ranked Doubles with my trick room team. My opponent brings Water Urshifu, Heatran as the leads and Flutter Mane and Regidrago in the back to my Uranguru and Iron Hands lead with Cresselia and Kingambit in the back.

I'm dominating my opponent the entire game, OHKO-ing all his pokemon until he sends out Regidrago as his single final pokemon.

They manage a Back to back Protect (50% chance) to get out of Trick Room and then uses Dragon Energy which crits (6.25% chance) BOTH Hands and Guru KOing Hands and leaving Guru with 22 HP.

I send out Cress which takes a DE for just over half and use Ice Beam and get a freeze, just for it to Thaw immediately after (20% Chance), but it fails to KO Gambit and Cress, who KO it with another Ice Beam and a Kowtow Cleave.

I was so salty that I went and did a damage Calc, just to see that the crit did in fact matter for it to KO Hands.

And that was the story of one of my most unlucky Pokemon Battles ever.

[navybrat817]

On the one hand, it's validating to be told by others that my workload over the past week was extremely skewed and I had a lot more than I should have with data to back that up.

On the other hand, fuck the system for giving me that workload in the first place. 😂😭

This gif is me, lovelies...

[mollywog]

Laurel

😱

Ahhhhhh!!! I love it!!!

[silverskye13]

So, the Peter Hollins cover of God Help the Outcasts, huh?

[queendumpling]

yesterday played new board game with friends called welcome to the dungeon where you can either just put monsters into a dungeon or nerf the skills of an adventurer who is about to go into the dungeon. eventually as more monsters get put into the dungeon and adventurer's skills dwindle, people tap out of the game until only one person is left and then they have to go through the dungeon that has been stacked with monsters by everyone else with the adventurer. (essentially, a game of chicken). win condition is to successfully go through a dungeon twice (or be the last person standing after everyone else has lost to the dungeon twice)

and i won in the most chaotic ways possible

started off the game where my goal wasn't to win but just to cause chaos and make other people lose, so i tapped out during most rounds while taking away good skills and tossing in hard monsters into the dungeon

went through the dungeon successfully the first time using an adventurer class that my friend described as "kinda impossible to win on" and it was mostly luck. i didn't expect to win that round but it was really the 1 skill that was like "if you have low HP you automatically defeat monsters of X strength"

second time (and the one i won on) was when we let a friend just DIY a character by mashing together different skills from different classes. I drew a monster card of insanely high difficulty and put it into the dungeon, knowing immediately that I COULD win that round if a single skill remained on the table. AND IT DID IT STAYED THERE and i won on 1 HP left. it was amazing

technically i got through the dungeon 3 times. first was through a practice session where i won by pure luck, but I also walked into that dungeon with like pretty high confidence and it felt great.

[for-tymora]

Doing an evil run of BG3 is both very easy, and also. impossible.

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

[vizziefizzie]

Wait... i never posted my trainer sona....

[mckngsong]

@graunblida said “   you  cannot  control  your  parentage ,    but  you  can  choose  your  legacy .   ”

 ‍  ‍ a frown pulls at her lips, tilting her head to look up at the other woman with brows drawn into a puzzled expression. she is still wiping the gore off her arrows with considerable distaste, careful that the twisted ichor doesn't touch her skin -- although she's fairly certain the monster's blood won't burn through her, it never hurts to be cautious. some mild complaint about her blood luring these beasts and here they are, having this conversation.

 ‍  ‍ “ i mean, sure. if that's your deal. ” a quiet grunt as she stands from her crouch, brushing gravel from her knees. unwillingly, she thinks of luke castellan and the many unclaimed half - bloods who followed him; how their names will either be remembered with pity or bitterness. “ i'm not much of a long - term thinker, though. ” katniss isn't necessarily interested in leaving a mark on history, and having children is never something that's stuck out to her, either. quite the opposite.

[mixedkid-matchup]

I don’t think you could win against someone with a whole server (utdr poll discord) to back them up

WHAT??????????

[doctormage]

this sounds pathetic typed out but I have been so good abt staying on a consistent shower/hair washing schedule despite my broken ankle AND my current depressive episode. like it is somehow both a miracle and a sad excuse for a victory but I am documenting it regardless

[kbwrites]

“Who did this to you?” A deep voice echoes, vibrating around the walls of the throne room. On the opulent throne sits the owner of the baritone voice — Ryomen Sukuna. The king of curses, resting his head on his arm as he looks down at you, too scared to look up from your feet.

“I don’t like repeating myself.” He warns, your body hasn’t ceased shaking. Your uniform is tattered, the rips in the fabric revealing deep purple bruises. Uraume was the one that found you, unconscious in the butlers pantry. After waking you up they brought you to the throne room. So there you were, kneeling at the feet of your king.

You arrived to the estate a year ago, your life as a servant was agreeable. Lord Sukuna treated all his servants well. You were loyal, efficient and pleasant to look at, it was only a matter of time before he started to notice you.

At first he requested you be the one to serve him breakfast. Then it became lunch, and suddenly you tended to all his meals. He demanded you for everything, his bathing, dressing. He could do all of these things himself of course, but he prefered your gentle hands. His personal attendant, not even Uraume, had seen the king of curses at his most vulnerable... but you had bared witness to all of him.

“Fine, if you won’t tell me who. Then why?” Ryomen slowly rises from his throne, his looming figure towering over your kneeling body. He lowers himself to your level, one hand reaches down to lift your chin. Firm yet gentle he forces you to look up at him, your eyes meeting his red ones. Your once flawless skin is covered in bruises. His eyes darken.

“They t-think you favor me.” Is all you can manage to get out.

Word spreads around the estate of course. And plus Sukuna didn’t exactly hide his preference for you. You didn’t sleep with the rest of the help, you were given a room connected to his. ‘In case he requested your presence in the night’ but the reality was he slept better knowing you were near. You didn’t eat the servant food, you dined in the great hall. At a separate table he had made for you. All of these things on full display for the others to see, it wasn’t long before the insults started. At first it was the odd ‘slut’ or ‘whore’ being mumbled in passing. Then an accidental shove into the wall, always followed by a curt “sorry”.

But today? It was your birthday. You had only mentioned it to Ryomen in passing one day at breakfast. He never understood the need for such a useless celebration. You went about your duties for the day, when Uraume found you and handed you a small box. And there on display for everyone to see, a beautiful beaded bracelet made from polished cherry wood. A token of appreciation ‘for your hard work’.

A gift from the king of curses.

“What’s so great about you anyway?”

“Lord Sukuna’s bed-warmer gets everything she wants!”

They punched and kicked, throwing you into the pantry. The group of servants you once thought of as your family. Clouded by jealousy, hatred towards you — the lord’s favorite.

Ryomen Sukuna, the epitome of ruthlessness and malevolence, softens his gaze. He looks upon your trembling form with… pity? His moment of weakness is replaced by an unreadable expression.

“You have been relieved of your servant duties. You will stay here in my quarters from here on out.” It’s a demand, leaving no room for objection. Your eyes well up with tears looking up at your king, his other hand wipes them away. He rises, walking towards the door, his back facing you.

“Get up. Uraume will tend to your injuries. Once you are well, we will visit the servant’s quarters. You will point out those who laid their filthy hands on you, and I will kill them.”

part 2 out now!!

[the-physicality]

i feel like games with houston, bay, kc, and washington will always be interesting

[sol-flo]

ok alright ok alright box of t gel in hands now the future's up to god

[sistertotheknowitall]

“But to the BatFam? That is just Some Guy. A random dude - if you will.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m missing my spleen.”

“Oh cool, yeah, missing organs suck. I’m missing a kidney and part of my liver. Oh! And my gallbladder but that was more of a necessary evil, it was like, poisoning me or something.” Danny was so focused on applying pressure to his wound (and maybe being a bit too light headed) that he didn’t notice how silent his friend had gotten. Like-wise the comms had gone equally quiet as Gotham’s vigilante family realized that they knew very little about this kid.

It was concerning how quickly they all started to see him as a friend considering it was them as vigilantes he interacted with the most. Tim was the only one who saw him frequently when out of the suit because he was a regular at Danny’s day job. (He worked as a barista in the coffee shop Tim favored.) The others saw him occasionally but more often than not it was just in passing. Steph, Duke, and Dick had to stop themselves from approaching him on the street.

It was odd, one day he had just moved to Gotham, seeming to appear out of nowhere, and then the next he was a constant presence in their lives. Usually armed and ready with a concerning or odd quip, it had started with him being another victim of the city’s petty criminals and had snowballed from there.

Now it wasn’t like the bats saw Danny everyday, but it was expected that he would cross paths with at least three of them before the end of the week. They ran into him more often than any other Gothamite, including the criminals and rouges they fought.

At first the constant meetings by “coincidence” was suspicious. If he wasn’t the one being saved from a mugging, kidnapping, or city wide villain assault, then he was near by and trying to help.

(“Trying to help” usually meant drawing attention to himself so the original victim could escape. Once it had meant Danny armed with a baseball bat against four grown men. Bruce and Dick have tried to talk to him about putting himself in harms way but the kid is surprisingly elusive when he wants to be. Yet, even when avoiding Batman and his eldest, Danny could be found on the patrol route of another family member.)

But honestly? The guy seemed just as exhausted as they were of seeing each other. By the twelfth time in a month, Danny had accused them of stalking him.

The background check Bruce and Tim had run came back clean and he never seemed to be involved in the various criminal activities. He was just there, a weirdly unlucky bystander. So as far as Dick and the others could see, Danny was a completely normal dude. He just said strange things and wasn’t intimidated by them, he actually made it a point to be unhelpful sometimes. When trying to learn his name he gave them the run around for two months. (“I know about stranger danger. I don’t care how often you say you’re the ‘good guys.’ I’m not falling for it.”)

On one memorable occasion Danny had disappeared for a week and a half. When they started to assume the worse, he popped back up behind the counter at work. Tim had relaxed significantly when he entered the shop to Danny organizing pastries in the display case. Once he’d placed his order, the young CEO asked Danny if he’d been on vacation. To which Danny had just sighed and told Tim “I wish, but no I was called to court to handle some affairs I couldn’t get out of.” (After a check to see if Danny had gotten charged with something and coming back empty, Tim had concluded that it was an odd way to say he had had jury duty.)

Thinking about it now, outside a stray comment or two, Danny didn’t talk about himself or his life. They knew he didn’t have a good relationship with his parents, “they were much more goal oriented than that joke of a kidnapper, but I think drugs do that to a person.” (It was still unclear if he meant his parents were kidnappers themselves or on drugs.) They knew he had an older sister who would “kill me again if she finds out I was in another bank robbery.” They also knew he was, possibly, depressed after last week’s comment of “is it considered murder if you’re already dead but, like, still alive?” (Damian had saved him from a drug ring but after another “baby ninja” comment the young Robin had threatened to give Danny back to his would-be murderers.)

Dick knew Danny was a weird guy who never wanted to elaborate on the things he said. (Jason was still confused on what he meant by “rotted milk soul.”) That didn’t mean the comments themselves didn’t say a lot about him. And tonight’s comment, accompanied by the prominent and jagged autopsy scars, said more than Danny was probably willing to share.