#this will be fun even if i look like a clown

[9agust3]

"You and your boyfriend were hanging out at a mutual friend's party, but things got a little too heated, and you both decided to sneak off to the restroom"

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Genre: Established relationship, Idol!Yoongi

Warnings: Sub!Yoongi and Soft Dom!Reader, public sex, quick handjob, praise, cunnilingus, hair pulling (m!receiving), she slaps his cock once, protected sex!!!, he fucks her against the sink, she covers his mouthARGH, they love each other so much:(

Wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: I saw yoongi's video on the day of ggukie's party, and I couldn't resist. He looked so handsome@&%^@$@ i miss him so much:(

Jungkook organized a private listening party for his new album, inviting his closest friends, and of course, you and Yoongi were on the guestlist. The party takes place at a bar, very nice and cozy, with delicious food, good decoration and lighting. Everyone is having fun, drinking, chatting, and laughing for quite a long time now, and you, feeling your boyfriend's eyes, which happen to be right next to you, burning into you. He's wearing a black shirt with a blazer over it, pants and shoes, all in the same color, and a simple silver necklace. A complete snack.

Honestly, if this party wasn't so important for Ggukie, you'd probably have ripped this outfit off of him before the party even started. He looks and smells so good, wearing his most expensive perfume just for you. You're dressed especially well too, in the same color palette as him, a black dress, an overcoat, knee-high leather boots, and silver accessories.

The younger boys and Hobi are drunk, singing and dancing together with other friends. Jin has also overstepped his bounds and is mumbling to himself in his chair. Namjoon is sitting next to you, talking to a nice guy he met. And you're laughing quietly at the clowns you're seeing. Until you feel your boyfriend's fingers caressing your thigh. You look at him, and he's looking straight ahead. You caress him with your foot under the table. He looks at you out of the corner of his eye and smiles at you.

You get up.

"I'm going to the bar. Come with me?"

Yoongi nods, looking up at you.

"Nam," you catch his eye, nudging him lightly, "I'm going to the bar with Yoongi. Text me if you need us."

"Sure, feel free," he says and gives you a sweet smile, then turns his attention back to the nice guy.

Yoongi gets up, and you take his hand, leading him to the bar, where you sit down.

"What can I do for you?" asks the barman.

"How about two shots of the best whisky you've got?"

"Right away."

"Thank you." You smile sweetly and turn your full attention to the brunette next to you. He was looking at you with eyes full of love.

"You're so beautiful."

You laugh awkwardly, "Did you enjoy your dinner? The food here is very good"

"I think so too, I'd like to try their ice cream too"

"We can pass there before we leave"

"Yeah."

The two of you sit in silence for a while, staring at each other and laughing softly.

"Here you go guys, can I help you with anything else?"

"No thanks, dear," you take your order.

"You're welcome. " He turns around.

Yoongi tastes the whisky.

"Is it good, kitten?" You lean your face on the palm of your hand and look at him with a silly smile.

Yoongi chuckles, "The drinks here are great. The two I had earlier have already left me a little cheerful, and I think you too, but you still brought me here. Do you want to get me drunk, woman?"

You let out a good laugh, "funny"

"If that's your plan, it'll work", he smiles.

"And what was your plan when you caressed my thigh?"

"None... I just wanted your attention", he looks at the glass in his hand, playing with it.

"Hey, look at me", you lift his face by his chin. "Now you have my attention."

Yoongi sighs and blinks repeatedly, his gaze on your mouth.

"Give me your wallet," you gesture with your hand.

He takes it out of his pocket and hands it to you without even thinking, you being bossy like that out of nowhere could have been the death of him. You take enough to pay for the two drinks, put it on the counter, and whisper in his ear.

"I just brought you here in case anyone asks where we went. Count to thirty and follow me." You nibble his earlobe, kiss his cheek, and then leave.

Yoongi's gaze follows you until you disappear down a corridor. He finishes his drink and patiently counts to thirty. And then he's looking for you, he imagines that you're waiting for him in the bathroom, which he doesn't know where it is. He turns down the same corridor you did before, looks around kinda lost until he's pulled tightly by the arm.

Yoongi lets out a painful whine as he is pressed against the cold wall of the bathroom. The door is now locked.

"Hi love."

"You've got your sexy voice on," he replied with a shaky breath.

"Yes, I do, and you like it."

"A lot."

You start kissing his neck, he sighs and closes his eyes.

"Are you all right, love?" You asked and caressed his cheek. He knows you're asking for his consent.

"Come back to my neck, please" he holds your wrist

"I need to hear you say it," you whisper in his ear

"Yes, I am."

Your hand is on the back of his neck now, fingers entwined in his dark locks. You kiss his neck like a vampire hungry for blood.

He puts one of his hands on your waist in an attempt to stay up, his knees are shaking, almost giving up on him. And you notice this, so to give him a hand, you press your knee right between his legs.

He gets off balance and accidentally ends up sitting on your thigh.

"Ah! love," he holds harder onto your waist with both hands now.

"Cute."

"That's embarrassing."

"I feel you, and you're already hard. I haven't done anything yet." You run the hand that was on the back of his neck down his body and slide it into his pants. You giggle naughty, "Let me guess, me throwing you against the wall is what got you that way?"

"I like it when you're rough"

"Yeah?", you hiss and press your thigh harder against his cock.

He throws his head back and lets out a delicious moan. You love what you see, but sadly, you take your hand out of his pants and lower your leg, leaving him with a devastated look.

"Baby please..."

"Put me on the sink", you take off your overcoat and hang it on a bag holder since you are in the lady's room.

"What?" he straightens up

"Or you don't want to taste me?"

He opens his eyes wide and reaches for you with desperate hands, pulling you close by the waist. He kisses you passionately, the way only he does and lifts you onto his lap.

He puts you on the sink carefully without breaking the kiss, which goes down to your neck, collarbones, cleavage, and belly. He's already on his knees in front of you. It's a scene you've seen many times before, but you can never stop involuntarily opening your legs during it.

The kisses are now on the inside of your thighs. He lifts your dress slightly and holds the hem of your panties, looking at you with the eyes of a puppy begging for a treat. You nod, giving him the consent he so desperately wanted, and he pulls your panties off with the help of his mouth, so slow that feels like torture. You can't stand how sexy he can be.

"Don't forget that we don't have much time"

"Yes mistress", he murmurs while giving you kisses right below your belly button.

It's not customary for the two of you to have sex in public, but everyone needs a break. Sometimes, it's hard to hold back. Like the time you two sneaked out to the car in the middle of one of his coworkers' fancy birthday party, or in the last trip you went together, where you rode him in the hot tub of the hotel you were staying in, at night when no one was around.

You almost made love in bed this morning, but Yoongi had to leave for work to be free by the time of the party, and you had things to do too. Having to hold back while getting ready, you both couldn't take your horniness any longer.

He puts your legs on his shoulders and licks your pussy, you hold him by the hair and close your eyes, breathing deeply.

Yoongi's tongue is not to be trifled with. He can take you there once, twice, and more without getting tired. It's so pleasurable for him to suck you, he doesn't even expect anything in return, just by seeing you feeling good and hearing you calling his name, he can come without even touching himself, or just accept it and stay quiet, like the good boy he is.

He stares at you from below, caressing your thighs.

You look at him and smile.

"Keep it up, kitten, don't stop. You're doing great," you push his hair away from his forehead and pat his head.

And with a flick of his tongue, the caress turns into a hair tug. You curse and squeeze him with your thighs. He holds them tighter and smirks without stopping working.

"Baby, I'm close"

He knows. He knows when you're near, you don't even have to tell him. He knows every bit of you, just like you know him. But you still say it because you know it turns him on. He lowers one of your legs to gain better access to your clit, which he rubs with his thumb.

"Now love", you exclaimed, trying to stay quiet, and he held you with the hand that was still on your thigh.

But instead of relaxing, you began to feel overstimulated as the brunette between your legs refused to stop tasting you.

"Yoongi, that's enough," you barked.

He ignored your order and began to reach into the pit of your knee to put your leg back over his shoulder. But before he could do that, you pulled him up sharply by the hair.

"I said enough." You hissed, shaking him with your hand tightly in his black hair.

He whimpers, closing his eyes tightly, looking for your hand in his hair.

"Put your hand down."

He leans on the sink with both hands around you and opens his eyes to look at you.

"I'm sorry, who?"

"I'm sorry"

He sighs, starting to close his eyes again, but you shake him by the hair.

"Huh? Answer me."

"I'm sorry mistress... it's hard for me to contain myself, I love tasting you so much"

"Oh my kitten, I forgive you, but as I said. We. don't. have. time." You pull his hair harder, and he moans, fucking the sink cabinet underneath you.

"Awn, is baby desperate for pussy?"

"Uh-huh," he moans with a pout on his lips.

"Do you want to cum in mommy's pussy?"

"Yes, please."

"Oh, my always polite boy, I hope you brought a condom, because I'm not leaving here dripping." You release his hair and give it a caress.

He reaches into his pocket for his wallet and pulls out a condom.

"Are we doing this so often? How did I miss that?" You laugh.

He puts the wallet away and puts the condom in his mouth, leaning back on the sink with his arms around you.

You smile and take the condom.

"Take off your pants."

He takes off his belt as quickly as he can, leaving his pants on his feet so that he can put them on quickly if he needs to.

"Take off your underwear and that blazer too."

He does it without contest. When he's finished, you pull him close by the necklace he's wearing. You open the condom and touch his length, moving your hand up and down before putting it on.

"Look at this pretty little cock" You give him a kiss, "Is it nice, my love?"

"Yes mistress"

You spit on his cock and speed up your movements, staring at him. And he lets out a long cry.

"Darling, you said we didn't have time!"

"Sorry, it's just that I love watching you squirm." You smile and give his cock a slap, to which he reacts with a gasp.

You put the condom on him, laugh, and lean back against the sink. Looking directly at him, you spread your legs.

"Come here, my love"

He comes closer and puts his hands on your waist, kissing you passionately. You feel his tip rubbing against your entrance.

You put your hands on his hips, pulling him forward, making him sink into you.

You both moan in unison, and he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close. Which you also do when you put your arms around his neck.

Your foreheads are together, and he moves slowly inside you.

"I love you so much, you know?" He sighs at you. "It doesn't matter where I am. My job is to serve you."

He runs his hand down your leg and kisses your neck.

"Am I doing okay mistress?" He asks between kisses.

"You're perfect, my love."

He speeds up his thrusts, and you put your hands inside his shirt, searching for his nipples. His moans are getting louder and whinier. You didn't care until you heard knocks on the door.

"Is the restroom occupied?" A female voice asks from outside.

You cover his mouth with your hand. "Don't stop," you whisper in his ear. "Yes! And I'll be a while, darling."

"But is everything all right?"

You take a deep breath before answering, trying to concentrate as Yoongi thrusts hard into your pussy.

"It's okay, I just need some time!"

"All right then, no rush", she says, and you hear the sound of her heels dissipate.

"Well done, my good boy." You praise him without removing your hand from his mouth. "What do you think about speeding it up a bit, huh?"

He lets out a muffled growl and does as you ask, gripping your thighs tightly and pulling them against him. You throw your head back, holding back a loud moan.

"Keep going baby, you're doing so well", your walls are already squeezing his cock, making it harder for him to work.

He lets out a long, desperate sob against your hand. Shutting his eyes tightly.

"Are you close, sweetheart?"

"Uh-huh," he nods several times.

"Me too, me too, baby. Let's cum together, how's that? Huh?"

You wrap your arm around his neck without taking your hand away from his mouth, and he hugs you tightly around the waist.

He rests his forehead on yours and thrusts a little harder.

"Yoongi"

He opens his eyes, you take your hand away from his mouth.

"I love you."

And he goes off with that, letting out an extended mewl, you right after him. You hold each other trembling, climaxing together.

"That was... wow!"

"Yeah, I can't believe we did that"

"My knees are shaking" he smiles.

You run your hand over his face and neck to wipe away some sweat.

"It's a good thing there's air conditioning in here, even with it we're all sweaty, imagine without it"

"And when you covered my mouth? I almost went mad"

"I knew you'd like it and I wasn't going to do the absurd thing of telling you to stop"

He takes off the condom and puts his pants back on. Picks up your panties, helping you put them on. You both finish getting dressed, and you pull him into a slow kiss.

"What about we get that ice cream and go home?"

"I think that's a great idea."

"Hey, this will be the last time we do this in public, okay?"

"Yes ma'am"

It certainly won't be the last time.

[championofdarkland]

Music

"Well well well, is that you old man? Hahahaha, wow you reeeealllly messed up didn't you? That's ok though! I get to have the last laugh!"

Kusef laughed like a hyena nearby as he seemed to have strained to hear what he could from his cell. He had been locked up for a good length of time in the dungeons. Unlike Kilmot Kusef was overly loud, overly annoying, and an overly foolish yellow dressed mage. He was an evoker, a master of elemental magics and able to cause a lot of damage with his pure magicial power. However, despite that he had added clownish parts to his robe to appear more fun much like Bowser's own clown car and one of the king's sons who also had a clownish motif to them.

Most of Kusef's crimes were damage to places around the kingdom most likely while the other mages worked in the shadows as well as being the one to trap Bowser and Karik within a series of painted worlds. He however, was a fan of Bowser and simply was told to trap Karik. Kusef was a talented magikoopa having a bright future. However, the reason he followed the leader was a simple disatisfaction with his teachers saying he still had more to learn when really he was bored to tears. He had no patience to keep learning other spells except the loudest and most visually "cool" spells.

He hadn't been told of the experiments, or anything like that. He was a simple patsy made to be thrown at a problem. He was barely out of his teen years, whereas Kilmot was a much older magikoopa.

"You heard what I said did you now Kusef? You were intended to be left behind, the leader and the others never cared about..."

"Hahahahaha, please it was just as I always assumed. You old men just fail to see my talents! Always bogging me down with too much talk when a simple fireball can fix everything! Why think about these deep disturbing things? I have the power to destroy what I want when I want! Well, mostly anyone Lord Bowser says...I always wanted to be one of court mages like Kamek! But noooooo...you need those other boring spells to be considered! Soooo, when the leader came around and said "Oh I recognise your talents, follow me instead." I toally knew he was up to something! I was never loyal to his stupid plans! Because Bowser is the best! He's so cool and awesome!"

"Please take me to solitary...that is far better than listening to this fool!"

Kusef kept on talking and talking it was hard to really understand what he was saying anymore. Kilmot looked even more dead inside.

Bowser is having Kamek write down every single one. That was a lot to memorize, not to mention the tortuous methods used on them. He has his arms crossed the whole time, a scowl on his face. He'd growl, but he manages to compose himself. That weird blue lizard lady, Reyna, was watching. He would not show weakness here.

"Hmph, you seriously believe that crap still then? Sure, you say your feelings are true. But you only feel them cause you stupidly still want your "leader's" plan to be truly good and better. They ain't your feelings. You're still just feeling what that guy wants you to. Course, for everything you did, you're still gonna have to pay. So, for now, till we decide what to do with you and the others, you'll be in solitary confinement in the dungeon. And we will make sure you live till we say otherwise. You don't get to weasel your outta this by dying." He says, ordering his guards to detain him and take him away.

Saleos won't say a word otherwise, he can't deny Karik his feelings. He just wishes there was some way all of this could have been avoided.

[curliiwurlii]

Let’s Go Trick-or-Treating!

The tape begins with a Halloween-themed logo for the show, with the apple now being replaced with a pumpkin and Amanda and Wooly in costumes.

It cuts to Amanda and Wooly in the living room with a few costumes laid out in front of them. Amanda and Wooly notice us and then greet us.

“Hi, friend! I’m Amanda!”

“And I’m Wooly!”

“And today, we’re going trick-or-treating! But first, we need to put on our costumes. Will you help us?”

A few seconds of silence pass before Amanda speaks again.

“Great! Okay, which costume should I wear?”

The screen shows a black cat costume, a spider costume and a lab coat with glasses.

Riley chooses the lab coat and glasses.

After Riley picks a costume, the screen then changes to Wooly’s set of costumes.

“Now, which costume should I wear?”

The screen shows an Angel costume, a wolf costume and a clown costume.

Riley chooses the angel costume.

After picking a costume for Wooly, the screen switches back to Amanda and Wooly in their costumes.

“Thanks for your help!” Amanda says. “Now, let’s go trick-or-treating!”

The tape changes to Amanda and Wooly walking on the sidewalk in the neighborhood with their bags full of candy, the houses behind them swaying in a continuous manner with their lifeless eyes.

“Oh man, we got so much candy! I can’t wait to eat it when we get back!” Amanda cheers, jumping up and down.

“Don’t eat so much though, or you’ll get a tummy ache.” Wooly adds.

“You shouldn’t be talking.”

“What’s THAT supposed to mean?!” Wooly asks, his face red with embarrassment.

After walking for a bit, the two notice a mysterious house, its design much different from the other houses near it. It almost looks abandoned, with broken windows and moss growing on it. Intimidated by the house’s appearance, the two walk up the stairs to the front door and ring the doorbell.

No one answers.

“Hello?” Amanda calls, knocking on the door. “Anybody home?”

A few seconds pass.

“Well, looks like they’re gonna get tricked tonight!” Amanda says with a smirk on her face as she opens the door to the abandoned house.

“Wait, Amanda!” Wooly calls, grabbing her by her sleeve. “You’re not ACTUALLY thinking of going in there, a-are you?”

“Of course I am!” Amanda replies. “Plus, it’s good to face your fears. Come on!”

Amanda runs inside the house as Wooly nervously follows, fidgeting with his hands as he walks inside.

The screen switches to Amanda and Wooly standing inside the center of the house, with 3 doors in front of them.

“Which door should we go in first?” Amanda asks.

Riley thinks for a moment before they point to the left door.

“Good choice. Let’s go!” Amanda cheers as she opens the door and both her and Wooly walk inside while holding each other’s hand.

The screen changes to what looks like an old living room, with a busted couch, an old TV, paintings on the wall and a radio on a table beside the couch.

“I’m already getting a bad feeling about this…” Wooly mutters, lightly tugging at his wool.

“Oh, be quiet.” Amanda scold him. “It isn’t even that bad! Just a little dirty.”

Riley notices the radio and points to it, saying “What about that radio?”

Amanda and Wooly notice them pointing to the radio and walk towards it. “I wonder what it’s gonna play.” Amanda says. It’s clear she’s having a lot of fun being in this house…

She curiously adjusts the frequency on the radio, hoping for something to play-but so far, it’s only been static.

“I think it’s broken…”

“You don’t say,” Wooly responds, examining the radio. “It’s all busted.”

Suddenly, the radio begins playing a news report, startling both Amanda and Wooly.

“It’s been over 2 months since 8-year old Cara Matthews has mysteriously gone missing and there are still no leads as of now. From the information that was given by her parents, Matthews was last seen watching one of Kensdale’s most beloved programs, Amanda the Adventurer. Some detectives believe that she was kidnapped, however there is no evidence for that statement. As far as we know, Matthews will never be found.”

The audio turns into static once again, as Amanda and Wooly stand there with horrified expressions on their faces.

“Not again…” Amanda mutters under her breath as static fills the screen. “I’m… I’m sorry…”

“A-Amanda…?”

Suddenly, the static completely stops and Amanda reverts back to her usual upbeat persona.

“Well, I’ve seen enough of this room,” she says. “Let’s get outta here.”

The screen switches back to the center of the room.

“Where should we go next?” Amanda asks.

Riley points to a set of stairs near the 3 doors.

“Good choice. Let’s go upstairs!”

As they’re walking up the stairs, Wooly notices that Amanda is holding his hand much tighter than before.

“A-Amanda, you’re squeezing my hand…”

She doesn’t respond.

“Amanda!”

“W-what?” She finally responds.

“You’re squeezing my hand.”

“Oh.”

Amanda quickly lets go of Wooly’s hand, still facing forward.

“You’re not… scared, are you? He asks.

“What? No, no, no!” Amanda responds, swatting her hand in disagreement. “M-maybe a little…” she mutters under her breath, but loud enough for Wooly to hear it.

“I-it’s okay, I’m scared too.” He says. “But we can face our fears together!”

She doesn’t respond.

Finally, the two reach the top and enter a pitch-black room.

“Dang it, it’s WAY too dark in here!” Amanda complains. “Do you have something we can use to light up the room?”

Suddenly the lights go out in the library right after she asks that question.

“Oh shit, not THIS again!” Riley complains.

They walk around the library for a bit while also hearing Amanda and Wooly’s complaints.

“I don’t like the dark…” Amanda whines.

“Don’t worry, they’ll find something! I’m sure of it.” Wooly reassures her.

After a few minutes of walking around the pitch-black library, Riley spots a light coming from behind one of the printers. Peeking behind it, they find a flashlight that’s already been turned on.

“Thank god.” Riley rasped as they head back to the TV, seeing Amanda and Wooly shivering in fear. They place the flashlight on top of the TV and watch it get absorbed into the cartoon.

“Thanks!” Amanda cheers as she begins pointing the flashlight to the center of the room. The light illuminates the room, showing a broken-down bedroom, with cobwebs decorating the walls and corners and a door in one corner. In another corner of a room is a bed with torn-up pictures beside it.

“Oh, this is…” Amanda mumbles, but doesn’t finish her sentence.

A few seconds pass before Riley notices the pictures beside the bed. Amanda and Wooly walk up to them and begin examining the torn-up pieces of the photos.

“I recognize some of these faces…” Wooly says, squinting at the papers.

“Hey, Amanda, can I see your photos?”

She doesn’t respond.

“Amanda?”

Wooly shuffles over to her to see her with a horrified look on her face, holding one of the pictures.

“What are you looking at-“ Wooly suddenly stops.

The screen changes to a closer view o the picture Amanda is holding.

It seems to show a young girl with braids and a black hoodie, but her face is blurred out. Riley notices that the girl in the picture looks familiar, like they’ve seen her before.

It finally comes to them. That girl is..

Rebecca Colton.

“This is… me?” Amanda whispers, her eyes only focused on the warped photo of the little girl as the screen begins to fill with red static.

“M-maybe it’s best to get out of here…” Wooly chuckles nervously, turning around. “Come on, Amanda. Let’s go ba-“

The exit to the room is gone. All that’s left is the door in the corner. Wooly grabs Amanda by the hand and runs and opens the door-but instead of another room, it’s a long corridor with another door on the other side.

“What the…”

“What’s happening…?” Amanda asks nervously, still holding on to the photo.

“I don’t know…” Wooly responds. “Look! There’s a door on the other side. Maybe that’s the exit.”

But once they reach it, the room inside is just the same long corridor.

Each door they go through causes the hallway to be even more warped, with twisted walls and darker hallways.

“I don’t wanna be here anymore…” Amanda whimpers, clutching onto Wooly’s hand.

“Me neither…” Wooly adds.

But it doesn’t matter. These hallways are an endless loop. There’s no way to escape.

A few minutes of running through endless hallways pass before the two eventually collapse in exhaustion.

“There’s gotta be a way out of here,” Wooly mutters. “We can’t be stuck here, r-right?”

“It’s hopeless.”

Wooly turns around to find Amanda curled up and shaking, the photo still in her hand as sniffing and muffled winces can be heard from her.

“We’re never getting out of here…”

A minute of nothing passes, the two sitting on the floor in the endless hallway, with Wooly fidgeting with the handles of his candy bag. The only sound that can be heard is Amanda’s crying.

Then, in a choked, raspy voice, she says:

“I want my dad…”

Then the tape falls out of the VCR.

“Poor girl,” Riley thinks. “She doesn’t deserve this…”

Author’s note: This was so much fun to write!! It’s WAY longer than the last, sorry about that. Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope to make more of these in the future!

[cybershock24601]

While the Steam Winter Sale is still going, I wanted to recommend that everyone who missed what Origins brought to the table in Veilguard go check out Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader because it hits the exact same spot Dragon Age Origins did when I first played it over a decade ago.

It's a grimdark setting with a fantastic story that still leaves you feeling like a triumphant hero (or dastardly villain if you so choose). There's great reactivity in the dialogue to your origin and choices throughout the game with no two playthroughs feeling exactly the same. The companions are all complex with interesting personal stories and every single one has a different relationship with each other with a number of them being outright antagonistic, and quite frankly the romances are all fantastic and heartfelt.

You can have an extreme bdsm dom/sub relationship with a drukhari and absolutely ruin the bastard by making him fall in love with you or romance the Most Repressed Man Ever by showing him genuine care and kindness or by letting him know you are down to clown (sexually) by throwing yourself at him at every opportunity or you can have a courtly love with an insane Space Princess who is always saying the most out of pocket shit you've ever heard and even more! Rogue Trader has some very well written and unique romances with 5 options to pick from in the base game and one from the DLC.

And unlike Origins, the fighting is actually fun in Rogue Trader! The game has a fantastic turn based combat system and incredibly customizable difficultly settings for whether you're looking to breeze through the story or take your time engaging with the tactical turn based combat.

Even if you know nothing about Warhammer 40k, I would check out this game because there is no good way to get into Warhammer lore but I think Rogue Trader does a great job as an introduction with a succinct but detailed codex, hyperlinks in dialogue to help explain important lore, and a story and companions that will introduce and get you invested in most of the major factions not only within the Imperium of Man but Warhammer as a whole as you engage with the myriad enemies of the Imperium.

If you liked the darker tone of Dragon Age, I think you'll find Warhammer is offering what you're looking for in terms of eternally fucked up societies but still has its moments of light fun and comedy because Rogue Trader does do a good job of acknowledging the silliness inherit to grimdark as you run around the Koronus Expanse with the equivalent a permit from the God Emperor saying "I can do what I want" and no one can really stop you because the God Emperor said so.

There's a complex morality system that rarely leaves you picking from a straight good or evil choice because the three party conviction system introduces some nuance to the tough decisions you'll face. Albeit the Heretic path is typically the evil for the sake of evil option, Dogmatic and Iconoclast are both interesting options as it often is the choice between lawful neutrality vs chaotic good. Dogmatic has you following the laws of the Imperium to the letter and sacrificing the few to save the many but also the Imperium kinda sucks so sometimes you're just being a dick. On the other hand while Iconoclast is the typical 'good guy' path, it's not always the best option as you are not automatically rewarded for being the hero and sometimes even outright punished for your altruistic intentions because this is Warhammer and everything is terrible all the time.

Also, I don't usually recommend DLC but pick up the Season Pass while you can because Void Shadows adds in another 15 hours or so to the game, substantially fleshes out running your spaceship, gives you a whole new romanceable companion, and a really fun story about rooting out a genestealer cult that has taken up residence on your ship and had a couple plot twists in there that took me way off guard. The second DLC, Lex Imperialis is due to drop sometime early next year and if it's anything like the first one for this game, it's going to knock it out of the park.

If all this is not enough to convince you to play the game, there is a whole quest in the game that's just waiting in line at the Space DMV and I think for that alone Rogue Trader should get a million Game of the Year Awards.

[savage-rhi]

Can't believe I'm gonna fucking do this

[4lexnilsen]

“it’s been a pretty long day,  hm?   never thought i’d say it,  but dinner at mcdonald’s?   the best thing ever,”   he muses with a laugh,  wiping the leftover icing and flour from the dining table.   lilly has worn him out,  but as the exhaustion settles deep into his bones and muscles,  he can tell that it’s the good kind —   the kind that makes you want to smile,  makes you feel lucky.   watching poppy play with her and tend to her every need,  all while knowing that their very own baby is growing in her belly,  has been such a beautiful experience.   she’ll be the best mom in the world.   “oh?”   it’s her voice that pulls him out of this trance-like state,  brows shooting into his hairline as he feigns offense.   “excuse me?   what’s wrong with the name ronald?   it’s very classy.   old-fashioned.   ronald reagan didn’t complain.”   hands on his hips,  he playfully throws poppy a pointed look.   he doesn’t genuinely want to name their baby after mcdonald’s clown and a republican president,  but it doesn’t hurt to mess with her.   he can’t stifle a laugh when she points out that ron isn’t necessarily a gender-neutral name.   “alright,  but what about ronnie?   that could work for a girl,”   he insists,  eyes twinkling with amusement.

“wait,  speaking of that,  do you have a feeling?   i mean,  do you think it’s a boy or a girl?   i remember my mom insisting that david was a girl throughout the whole pregnancy.   wanted to name him danielle.”   but now that he’s thinking about it,  he’s almost certain it was more of a wishful thinking kind of thing.   after three boys,  she really wanted a girl even if she claimed to have no preference.   “and does it matter to you?   if it’s a girl or a boy?”   he wonders aloud,  the conversation so surreal that it almost feels like they’re just talking about it hypothetically.   “i don’t have a list of baby names,  but i am so not letting you see my phone!”   he protests,  cheeks growing red within a matter of seconds because he’s such an awful liar.   obviously,  he does have a list of baby names saved into the notes app.   he even updates it pretty regularly —   some of the names inspired by the ones he’s heard on the TV,  others by the books he’s read and his favorite authors and characters.   it’s a really embarrassing list,  he thinks,  pulling his phone out of his pocket and lifting it high up in the air,  knowing poppy won’t reach it.

her attempts at stealing it from his grasp are hilarious,  though.   “and what if it is,  hm?   what then?”   he taunts,  trying to discourage her.   his hand covering her face,  gently pushing her away,  acting as if they were back in kindergarten.   “do you have a list,  poppy?   come on.   give me a name better than ronald,  i’ll wait.”   laughing,  he eventually gives up,  knowing that poppy will find a way to hack his phone one way or another.   he hands it over to her,  but makes sure to add,   “i’ll tickle you so hard you’ll pee your pants if you start making fun of them,  okay?”   the list is organized,  just like anything prepared by alex nilsen.   separated into two categories:   names for boys and names for girls.   each list involves a little explanation on why he likes this particular name:

the boy list includes:  george,  traditional,  with historical and literary roots (george orwell);   edgar,  strong and old-fashioned (edgar allan poe);   james,  eternally classic,  and seen throughout literature (james joyce,  james bond);   arthur,  regal,  linked to king arthur and classic tales of knights;   leonard,  could call him leo,  (leonard cohen);   huxley,  unique,  modern,  (aldous huxley),   maxwell.

the girl list includes:  daisy,  something to match poppy’s name would be cute;   alice,  whimsical but old-fashioned,  timeless (alice’s adventures in wonderland);   jane,  simple and elegant (pride and prejudice!);   clara,  vintage but also fresh;   josephine,  could call her jo or josie,  (little women);   virginia,  iconic (virginia woolf!).

long after the mcdonald's was demolished by every party involved and their niece was soundly asleep in their bed with the promise of them joining her when they were ready, poppy and alex sneak their way back downstairs in order to clean up the mess left behind from their night of fun. poppy returns to an earlier joke, "no child of mine will be named ronald, by the way. they'll come out sounding like they're sixty years old." she throws a wink to her husband, watching as he wipes down their dining room table of all the sticky icing and sprinkles left behind. "and what if it's a girl?" poppy asks, her hands coming to settle on her stomach. "i don't mind a gender neutral name but i think naming a girl 'ron' might be pushing it."

not that she's given much thought to what she'd actually like to name any children she has. but suddenly it makes poppy wonder if alex has. he seemed the type to have a list somewhere. as she finishes tossing some trash out, poppy returns to stop alex in his tracks. after washing his hands, poppy grabs the kitchen towel from him and pins his hips to the counter. "let me see your phone," she starts, reaching behind alex in order to find it. when her wrist is caught by him, poppy squints. "do you have a list of baby names already?" the look in his eyes gives her a clear yes. "you do, don't you? let me see it, alex." the brunette struggles to move, cursing her husband for his strength training, unable to stop herself from giggling when his hands tickle her waist. "no distraction techniques! i just need to know if ronald is on it." she pouts at him in an attempt of her own version of the 'puppy eyes', "why wouldn't you want to share that with me? we'll have to name this baby together, you know. it can't just be your ideas!"

[marciaillust]

I added some colours to her :)

[laboratory-for-peace]

Character design is my passion and also was part of my literal thesis, so time to talk about it. Sometimes I wonder if Caesar's design (outside of the Pierrot / clown / harlequin influence that Oda has already confirmed) was partly inspired by things like gothic Visual Kei / Japanese glam rock. Kabuki is also a big part of it, but that would probably take a post of its own.

I think at his core, his silhouette / design is mostly meant to evoke a sheep-wolf dichotomy; the wild dark hair evoking a wolf-like shape hiding within a big white fluffy "sheep's" coat (further supported by the horns) which also doubles as a lab coat, showing that he fakes his benevolence (a wolf in sheep's clothing) but also he himself is a "sheep" following the orders of people far more powerful than him (Doffy, Linlin, Stella etc). The horns I think also evoke the goat-like baphomet-style "devil" imagery that characters like Magellan also share, while the bright black & yellow jumpsuit evokes hazard/danger signs, as you'd expect from a mad scientist.

But with all that being said, it's hard not to see that kinda old fashioned flamboyant glam-rock influence on top of it all, even if it's unintentional.

Traditional Visual Kei does tend to focus on the big hair + make-up (usually pale foundation with black, dark blues and purples around the eyes and mouth) + more gothic elements also featuring cold or black & white colors. With that being said, Viskei often also includes things like circus-y and harlequin inspired aesthetics to go along with it!

Just take a look at gothic Viskei icons like Mana-sama and the rest of Malice Miser and you can see those similar aesthetics.

Honestly, I think I have about as much to say about most villain designs in One Piece and the pop-cultural archetypes they may reference, but this one is particularly interesting to me for some reason!

[perilegs]

i know astrology is fake but i'm not too keen on how a lot of people on this website seem to be clowning on it as a hobby a bit too hard. i swear the woman who thinks it's neat how she and her friends with the same sun sign are all similar isn't trying to say that you are who you are born as and there is nothing you can do to change it. it's a hobby. an interest. what happened to finding meaning and joy in the small things. does it affect you if someone enjoys tarot reading or crystals. does it make you upset someone has interests that they enjoy.

[tyrannosnore]

okay consider this

[lemon-wedges]

Some brry sketches from last month

[skeletonpendeja]

Local librarian looking mom takes her angry son to see his favorite movie

[ct-multifandom]

I don’t usually make posts like this, but I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-intellectual junk lately, and I really think we need to put the word “pretentious” up on a shelf until people learn what it actually means.

It doesn’t describe someone who likes artsy-fartsy deep meaning media. People who are pretentious are fake. They’re posers trying to be sophisticated and unique, not like other girls. They pretend to only like stuff they think will make them sound cool when they talk about it. They want to act like they know something you don’t, and they want attention for it.

By definition, if you genuinely enjoy something, you can’t be pretentious. If it resonates with you, and you analyze it, and you don’t care what people think, that’s the polar opposite, actually. If you love obscure experimental prog music, if you watch underground high concept indie films through English teacher eyes, if you spend hours in a modern art museum reading each piece as a vessel for storytelling, if your backpack’s full of poetry books that inspire you, if you play underrated games that were someone’s passion project, if you have an interest in studying the classics or the masters, you are not pretentious.

Of course, some people just don’t like some stuff, and that’s fine, but that’s not what this is about. Don’t let anti-intellectuals shame you for enjoying things just because your interests are inaccessible to them, because they refuse to be brave and put effort into critical thinking. You’re not stuck up for refusing to overlook the craft of artists.

[oozeandgoo-art]

[hauntingmiser]

Day 12 of monstertober!!!!

Anyways here's the clown counselor but he's a shadow!!!!! 😱😱😱😱

It was inspired by a Sprite edit that I will show right here ( it was back in March or something.....) :

Anyways this is a present for my friend

@deliscandystore

I hope you like it tho

[desalvar]

SEVEN DEADLY SINS : CHARACTERISTICS

bold whatever applies, italics what sometimes applies, strikethrough what doesn't apply. repost, don't reblog!

  LUST

desire for connection . pursuit of pleasure . emotional intelligence (not in a healthy way though). obsessive . lovesick . one-night stand . seductive encounter . flirtatious conversation . erotic party . seductive attire . revealing clothing . passionate gaze . provocative makeup . sensual expressions . suggestive gestures . flirtatious smiles . lingerie . love letters . perfumes . provocative behavior . love poems . erotic art

  GLUTTONY

indulgence in experiences . savoring moments . hospitality . generosity . hedonism . culinary expertise . wine ("") tasting . excessive snacking . overloaded plates . excessive portions . bloated stomachs . messy eating . greasy fingers . full tables . indulgent spreads . overflowing cups . satisfied expressions . wine bottles . can't get enough . fast food wrappers

  ENVY

motivation . competitive spirit . strategic planning . observational skills . bitter . rivalry contest . envious gossip . resentment-filled argument . social media jealousy . furrowed brows . clenched jaws . side-eye looks . pursed lips . tense posture . whispering behind backs . crossed arms . gossip magazines . keeping up with the Joneses . the grass is always greener . feeling inadequate

  GREED

resourcefulness . entrepreneurial spirit . negotiation . materialistic . aggressive investment . lavish spending spree . resource hoarding . get-rich-quick scheme . auction bidding war . property acquisition . piles of money . overflowing wallets . luxury items . locked safes . penny-pinching . rare collectibles . selfishness . unwillingness to share

  SLOTH

calmness . stress management . nonchalance . relaxation techniques . lethargic . apathetic . inactive . lazy weekend . binge-watching marathon . neglected chores . skipped workout . long nap . lounging on the couch . missed deadline . unkempt appearance . messy hair . pajamas . blankets . slippers . procrastination station . self-care routines

  PRIDE

confidence . self-assurance . self-respect . dignity . public speaking . self-promotion . arrogant . conceited . egotistical . self-important . vain . boastful speech . puffed chest . raised chin . smug smiles . spotlight . tooting your own horn . showing off . refusing to admit mistakes . feeling entitled . personal branding . leadership development

  WRATH

assertiveness . decisiveness . strength . intensity . boundary setting . courage . indignant . heated argument . road rage incident . physical altercation . angry outburst . clenched fists . glaring eyes . tense muscles . raised voices . reddened faces . aggressive gestures . stormy demeanor . intense frowns . destructive actions . broken objects . punching bag . out for blood . fists . simmering anger

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