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It GOES Deeper/ We Active - September 2 2023 Bpm 160 Victorious Aka Dice...

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Reverberate AU Concept #1

Aka "what if Resonant!Daemon woke up in the Stepstones shortly after the twins' conception, resolved the first Stepstones conflict in record time, and flew back to Runestone to convince Rhea to announce the pregnancy as her own?"

I may eventually throw these up on AO3, but for now, enjoy them on Tumblr in their roughly hewn form. (There's a second part/scene in progress but it's not directly related to this one.)

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“No,” his son said, his first word and his favorite since.

His grey eyes were fixed on the spoon and its cargo of cooked peas in Daemon’s right hand. With his left, Daemon brought the other spoon to Rhaegar’s mouth, and his other son opened his mouth dutifully for a bite.

Daemon moved the full spoon back and forth, mimicking a roaring dragon descending, and brought it right up to Jon’s closed lips. His son’s stare found Daemon’s, deeply unimpressed.

“There are foods other than carrot,” Daemon informed him with a sigh.

He moved to feed the rejected peas to Rhaegar, but now his other son was in rebellion. Daemon tried another dragon maneuver, and his other son’s purple eyes sparked with delight, allowing access. Two more fiery whooshes of the dragon finished off the peas, and Daemon moved on to the finely-diced carrot, which Jon immediately demanded.

If Rhea were in the room, she would scold him for caving to Jon’s demands, but Daemon had never been able to deny them anything. She could be the villain instead, if she so desired. Jon made short work of the carrot, which Rhaegar ate more sparingly, his eyes drawn to the final bowl, which Daemon uncovered with a flourish.

“This,” Daemon said, dipping the spoons next into the gooey mass of blueberries cooked down to a thick, nearly jam-like consistency, “is blueberry.”

Blueberry was a new, messy favorite for both of them, Jon’s indignation over the insult of peas entirely forgotten as they finished the small bowl in record time. Rhaegar got fussy when he was left sticky, so Daemon was quick to wipe their faces with a damp cloth after.

With the completion of their meal came Rhaegar’s daily demand. “Zaldis!”

Zaldrīzes, the very first word his other son had decided to attempt. Far more ambitious than “no,” but certainly less intelligible.

“If we are to ride Caraxes, we will have to sneak past your mother,” he informed his sons.

She fretted about him taking them out in the waning last days of winter, which was a far bitterer cold here than they would have been in King’s Landing, but he had wanted his first year with them to be as safe as he could arrange. His brother had no reason to assign special guards for them at Daemon’s behest, though perhaps he would have.

At Runestone, he did not need to ask. Daemon had informed Rhea that the enemies he had made in the decisive victory over the Triarchy in the Stepstones might seek to target the twins, and they were promptly assigned their own knight to protect them, her cousin Willam.

It was not the Triarchy he feared, of course, but Volantis. The Free City seeking to steal his children as infants or toddlers now that they were known to the world from a young age was a possibility he would not risk ignoring.

“You must be at your most quiet,” he instructed, to solemn blinks from either. They were bright, even so young, at times seeming to understand him perfectly.

Daemon bundled them into thick furs, taking care to make sure their heads and ears were covered, until only small wisps of black and silver escaped along the sides of their round little faces. He grinned at the sight of them swallowed by the furs, nearly spherical in either arm, and crept out with his bounty, both utterly silent for the entirety of the walk to Caraxes’s enclosure.

There was a trace of warmth in the light breeze, a promise of spring, and the air lacked the bite of months before. When spring came, Daemon guessed, it would come quickly to melt the snow that remained on the ground.

Caraxes snuffed at his sons, and they both happily babbled at the dragon for the few minutes Daemon left them on the ground beside him to fetch his own personal saddle, as he’d taken to calling it. He secured them to it first before fastening the straps around his own chest, and when he was finished, he had one on either side of his back, peering over his shoulders.

Mindful of the maester’s many lectures on how much fresh air was acceptable for infants, he kept the flight short, guiding Caraxes along the northern shoreline before completing a wide circle around the outer perimeter of Runestone, landing back at the enclosure to a welcoming party of Ser Willam and his lady wife herself, her lips pursed in disapproval.

Daemon approached her unapologetically after dismounting, his two passengers giggling their glee at the ride, until her frown began to waver.

“I promised Jon he could have a dragon ride if he ate his peas,” Daemon said.

Rhea’s eyebrows crept up, her gaze shifting to his right shoulder. “And did you, Jon?”

“No!” Jon exclaimed, expressing far too much merriment in his betrayal for Daemon to do anything but smile.

“Rhaegar ate his peas,” Daemon said. “I could hardly leave one of them behind.”

Rhea walked up to him, her intention plain, and Daemon crouched so that she could reach each of their cheeks for a kiss. “You must not encourage your father. He is more than capable of doing so of his own accord.”

Daemon begrudgingly surrendered them to her for the walk back to the castle, their destination his wife’s solar with its large hearth, already radiating heat into the chamber. Tea, piping hot, was brought up from the kitchens, and once Daemon had finished unwrapping his sons from their layers of fur, and set them upon it with their beloved dragon dolls within reach, he poured himself a cup and settled on the floor beside them.

“Did you seek me out for a particular reason?” Daemon asked, knowing that as much as Rhea might fret about the dragon excursions, she no longer believed he would endanger them in any way.

“A raven arrived from King’s Landing.” She grabbed her own cup and sat in one of the chairs by the hearth, tossing him a rolled up slip of parchment. “From the king himself.”

Ignoring the twist of apprehension in his stomach, Daemon broke the seal and unfurled the parchment, scanning it quickly for any unwelcome surprises. The contents, however, though not particularly welcome, were not a surprise. “My brother has a new son. We are invited to King’s Landing.” He handed the letter to her. “He is still set on throwing a tourney for the twins, and plans to tie it with celebrations of his son’s birth.”

If there was one lesson his brother had learned at long last, it was not to celebrate births before they happened.

Rhaegar had crawled to Rhea’s chair to tug insistently at the laces of her boots. She scooped him onto her lap, holding him there as she read the letter herself. “Six moons. Spring will surely be upon us by then. The seas should be calmer.”

“Choppy water is little concern to a dragon,” Daemon said.

“It is to those of us who must travel by ship,” she retorted.

It would be at least two weeks by sea, and even in spring, not a pleasant voyage. Daemon hesitated, then said, “Come with us on Caraxes. The saddle seats two.”

The offer caught her off guard, her eyes narrowing briefly in suspicion as though she thought he was not being earnest. “You have not let me ride with you before.”

You have not asked, Daemon almost said, before remembering his very first arrival at Runestone—less than a decade ago to Rhea, but nearly two for him. He had been bitterly furious about the marriage, escorted there by his own father on Vhagar, as though he might try to flee otherwise. His new wife had borne the brunt of Daemon’s resentment, his interactions with her curt. When she had asked him if they might ride on Caraxes together, he had coldly informed her that such privileges were for Targaryens alone.

“Jon and Rhaegar will want you there,” Daemon said, by way of excuse.

“Zaldis,” Rhaegar said solemnly to her.

“Very well,” Rhea said, her expression now one she often wore in his company—as though she were not quite sure what to make of him. “It would be an honor.”

It was a matter of pragmatism as well. Rhea’s confession to treason on her deathbed had settled any doubts about her truly being his sons’ mother. Here, it was still possible that a whisper or two in King’s Landing about Lady Elys also being present at the family’s summer home at the time of birth could raise suspicion. The more amicable his relationship with Rhea in the eyes of the realm, the less likely anyone would be to question—or question successfully, at least.

Daemon retreated to the desk to write a response to his brother’s letter, a frown finding him midway through. His sons’ sworn shield, Ser Willam, would have to travel by ship, which meant they would be without protection for a time in King’s Landing. Viserys should be able to spare at least one of his Kingsguard until he’s arrived, he decided finally, including a request for such in his letter. He can have his damned tourney in return.

By the time he had finished, both of his sons had started fussing for their linens to be changed, which was one of the few tasks he happily let their nurse handle, taking a small meal of his own before rejoining them in the nursery. They were sleepy with milk when he arrived, fresh from the wetnurse’s breast, and he eagerly reclaimed them, kissing each soft cheek as he carried them back to the solar, where their cradle was kept.

It was an elaborate piece, with an intricate relief of two dragons perched vigilantly at the head of the cradle, sized for two babes, rather than one. He’d commissioned it the very day he had arrived back in Runestone to confront Rhea about Elys’s pregnancy, and if the woodworker had wondered about his confidence about having twins, he had kept his curiosity to himself.

It only saw use during the day, when his sons napped. At night, they slept with him. He had lain awake for most of the first few nights, terrified that he might somehow crush them in his sleep, but that fear had eventually subsided. The fear of someone taking them from him, however—that had not.

He watched them sleep from his chair by the hearth. They stalked you from the shadows before, and struck in broad daylight. Has it begun yet? Do they watch us even now?

One of the posts on his brother’s small council that he had not yet held—and subsequently been dismissed from—was that of master of whisperers. With the Stepstones claimed for now and its crown bestowed upon his brother, he had been promised a favor. A position on his small council would certainly be within reason.

But it would require moving his family to King’s Landing. Once, he would have wanted nothing more than to escape Runestone and return home. But even just the past year he had spent in the Vale, first anticipating his sons’ arrival and then raising them since, had shifted the castle from a hated prison to something almost like a sanctuary.

How do I protect you? He reached into the cradle, stroking the back of Jon’s small hand, which immediately curled around his forefinger in response, his grip strong. Daemon smiled. When will you first demand a dagger to wield?

He repeated the motion with his other hand on Rhaegar, who also instinctively grabbed for his finger. Daemon recalled the first few weeks after their birth, when his younger son would wail whenever he tried to hold him or even approach. That phase had fortunately passed. These days, Rhaegar happily demanded dragon rides and cuddles.

“You have trapped me,” he murmured, keeping his voice quiet so as not to wake them.

He could feel Rhea’s eyes on him from where she worked at her desk. All their marriage, she had built him up as a monster in her head: selfish, cruel, ambitious. When he had hurried on Caraxes to Runestone to find both Rhea and her sister in the midst of drafting their proposal to Corwyn Redfort, he had nearly flown into a rage. Instead, he had confronted her about all that she sought to steal from him, every moment he had mourned since rescuing them from the Vale the first time, equal parts fury and grief.

She had not looked at him the same since. Daemon wondered if she struggled as he did when he tried to reconcile his own hatred for what she had done to him before with her newfound tolerance. That first exchange had been—heated. Daemon’s infidelity, after all, had been the very reason for the pregnancy. Yet she had been willing to hear his proposal and forgo her own honor to offer the twins a life free of the stain of bastardry.

“Do you regret your choice?” he asked, turning to her.

Rhea regarded him with a raised brow. “Have I given you cause to believe so?” She rose from her desk to approach the cradle, gazing down at the twins with a smile that did not fully reach her eyes. “I feel guilty that I may have them, and my sister may not. It is—difficult on her.”

Elys had been forced to stay behind at the summer estate after their departure with the twins, though they had remained there for the first week. Daemon’s jaw clenched, and he shifted his gaze back to the cradle. He did not regret taking them for his own, but the pain and loss in their true mother’s eyes as they had been plucked from her arms for the final time reminded him uncomfortably of his own grief at their childhood having been stolen from him.

“When enough time has passed, I do not see why they should not know the company of their aunt.”

But enough time could very well be another year or two. First she would need to be safely wed, perhaps with another child on the way that would be trueborn and hers to keep.

By the shake of her head, he guessed that Rhea was thinking the same. She reached out her hand toward Jon, only to pull back at the last moment. “I cannot help but feel that I have stolen them.”

And yet you felt no such guilt in taking them from me. He swallowed that old anger, then wondered if it had been her reason for only seeking them out twice a year. Whether they would always feel stolen to her.

“Do not let that stop you from loving them,” Daemon said, earning another of those uncertain looks. He fought back a frown, misliking the sense of being constantly evaluated and reevaluated. “They deserve a mother’s love.”

“Though you would rather it not be mine,” she said with a hint of challenge.

“It does not matter what I want,” Daemon replied, feeling himself grow heated. “It is a matter of what they need.”

Their raised voices had woken Rhaegar, who was peering upward at them now, his purple eyes fixed on Daemon. They had darkened some since birth, from a lilac that had immediately recalled his uncle Aemon, to something closer to the darker violet he remembered. Rhaegar’s brow furrowed, the beginning of a whimper forming in his throat, and Daemon quickly began humming a lullaby as he rocked the cradle back and forth.

Rhaegar settled eventually, snuggling into Jon’s side, and they sat in silence for several minutes as Daemon continued to rock and hum.

“I do love them,” Rhea said eventually, voice lowered to a whisper so as not to disturb the sleeping infants again. “I had grown resigned that I would never have children of my own. To have them, but in a manner so steeped in dishonor, both yours and mine own—”

“They live,” Daemon interrupted. “They breathe.” He leaned in to kiss their tiny foreheads. “How can there be dishonor in that?”

Rhea fell silent, watching them for a time, before leaning in to do the same. As she pulled back, Jon’s eyes opened to fix upon her. The hint of purple in them at birth had since faded, almost lost now within the pensive grey. Rhea stared at Jon, as though trapped by his gaze, then leaned in to kiss his cheek as well.

Daemon overcame his reluctance and rose to give her space. “It is your turn to sing.”

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - new entries upset the rankings

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

April 2024 Wk 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 11 of 12 - Like most Thai BL pulps, this show doesn’t have much story to it. But I'm discovering that what it does have I actually really enjoy. I love that the gay boys got to play matchmaker for a change and I like how just GAY they are. It's nice. Refreshing.

We Are (Weds GMMTV iQIYI) ep 1-2 of 16 - University ensemble BL featuring PondPhuwin, WinnySatang, AouBoom, MarcPawinPoon. I like it. It’s old school Thai BL, but having fun with itself and its tropes. I’m not expecting much, so I don’t mind it waffling. All the couples are comfy. Chemistry is okay. Friendships are nifty. I like Pond's floppy hair. We fine. 

Two Worlds (Thurs IQIYI) ep 5 of 10 - What an extremely bloody episode. And bad guy turned out to be very bad indeed. And now pretty much everyone is dead. Nice kiss. Of course. 

Deep Night (Thurs iQiyi) ep 6 of 8 - It’s cute, they happy, not a ton happened. Random gratuitous bathing. As you do in BL. And I still think the sides should just end up in a thrupple

Only Boo! (Sun YouTube) ep 2 of 12 - Oh they very cute. Also very silly. 

1000 Years Old (Thurs iQIYI) ep 9 of 12 - No. NOT THE GUITAR. YES abandon guitar for the sniff test! Love this for them. And me. My most favorite trope defeated my least favorite trope. VICTORY!!!  

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues YouTube & Viki) ep 8 of 11 - It’s just so good. Baby went away, grew up, and learned how to become a temptation... and a husband. 

Gray Shelter AKA Gray Currents (Korea Thurs iQIYI) 1 of 5 eps - SooHyuk, only just surviving, reunites with YoonDae, his (brief) younger stepbrother who feels abandoned. They end up living together. The younger brother is played by Lee Jae Bin of Choco Milk Shake. OMG. STEPBROTHERS TROPE. Lucky me! Two in one season. Yay!!!! It's Korea so great visuals too. I shallow but yeah, this is great.

Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Kindly Ryota goes off to uni only to find his new roommate is his childhood bestie, Kazuhito. Kazuhito doesn’t have a girlfriend and Ryota tries to help him figure out why. Same director as Old Fashion Cupcake. It’s utterly charming. I am charmed. Also the framing is gorgeous (of course). Very stylish.

Love is Better the Second Time Around AKA Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 6fin - I don’t know. Kind of a flat ending with the leads apart for most of it. I enjoyed this show but it never really hit with me. 

Summation

After a teen betrayal and resulting separation a reporter reunites with his first love. That love wants him back. I enjoyed the authenticity of a reunion romance explored in Japan's quintessentially contemplative yet surreal way. The juxtaposition of the tenderness of the sex scenes with this Japanese style of authenticity was oddly elegant but all in all this still fell a little flat for me. There's nothing objectively wrong with it, but in total the narrative felt sluggish and the main couple were just... stiff (in the wrong way). Frankly, I'd rather just rewatch Tokyo in April is. 8/10

Love is like a Cat (Korea Mon Viki) eps 3-4 of 12 - What is going on with this show? No, I get the plot. I just don't get the show or why I’m watching it. Annoying. 

It's done, but I suck

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps

To Be Continued (Sat C3 Thailand grey) ep 7-8fin - I can't for the life of me find the final 2 episodes. Haven't had a real hunt, but yeah. No dice so far.

It's airing but...

Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari (Japan Furritsubs) eps 1-? of 10 - I may wait and binge it.

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing.

Kiseki Chapter 2 (Sun iQIYI) 6 eps - It’s so boring DNFed at 2.

Close Friend Season 3: Soju Bomb! (Weds iQIYI) 6 - The problem with situational comedy BL is it must be situational, comedic and a BL. This show gets 1 of 3 claims correct. 33% is not a passing grade. Dropped at 3.

Memory in the Letter (Thai WeTV) - only 4 eps, tell me if I should bother?

Next Week Looks Like This:

4/18 At 25:00 in Alaska AKA 25 Ji Akasaka de (Japan Thurs Gaga) 10 eps - Yuki lands his first starring role in a BL drama alongside superstar Asami (previously his senior at uni). Said superstar suggests they form a sham relationship until filming concludes. As they actually begin to fall in love, the spotlight begins to burn. I think I've seen this before (joke) and also the trailer doesn't inspire confidence.

Still to Come in April

4/25 Boys Be Brave! AKA Roommates (Korea Thurs Viki) 8 eps - Trailer Jung Ki Sub is Kim Jin Woo's slacker friend - and secret crush. So when Ki Sub crashes at his place, his heart tingles to be near him everyday. But as the short stay turns into permanent mooch, how long can Jin Woo keep his true feelings under wraps and hold back from confessing?

4/26 My Stand-In (Thai iQIYI) 12 eps - adaptation of Chinese novel "Professional Body Double" by Shui Qiang Cheng. Stars Up (Lovely Writer) and Poom (Bake Me Please) directed by the same team as KP (not a recommendation IMHO - my biggest criticism of that show was the clashing directing styles). This one looks complicated, lemme try: Joe is a stuntman for famous actor Tong. Joe falls in love with Ming but Ming sees Joe as nothing more than a Tong-replacement. After learning this horrible truth, Joe dies. Joe then wakes up in the body of another man also named Joe. He manages to rebuild the same life as before—with the same people eventually re-meeting Ming. Ming wants Joe back but Joe doesn't understand why. But Ming seems to know what's going on and wants to give him some kind of explanation.

I'm exhausted just trying to describe the plot.

Knock-Knock Boys (Thai WeTV) - 4 college friends conspire to help their friend lose his virginity. Familiar faces like Seng (yes, Billy's previous pairing) and Best, news here. But will it actually air this month?

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

NOTE: It looks like one of my personal favorites of last year Unintentional Love Story is getting a spin off!

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Sniff test turning into a make out sesh? Please and thank you. City of Stars

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a bother.

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[hualianisms]

TGCF Audio Drama Ep 12 pt 2: XL gambles himself in exchange for one night of HC's company

[context: see part 1 translation. basically, after the Gambler's Den dice-throwing scene, SQX & LQQ need a distraction to investigate Ghost City, so XL gambles against HC to cause a distraction. XL asked for HC to accompany him for one night as the prize if XL wins. HC has just agreed.]

HC: Alright.

Ghosts: (shocked) Chengzhu agreed!

HC: However, what this gege seeks is of considerable value. It's also my first time.* Accordingly, the stake you bet on must also not be arbitrary.

XL: Of course, it cannot be arbitrary.

HC: However, there's a small matter gege must be reminded of. The last thing gege has on his person, he has already lost to me yesterday.

XL: Ah… Yes indeed. Please wait. I will search again. …Um… I…. Here… (searches his sleeves and pockets and finds nothing)

Ghost 1: I say, Daozhang, if you really have nothing to gamble with, why not just use your clothes to gamble with? Every time you lose one round, take off one layer of clothes!

HC to ghost 1: Shut up.

Ghost maiden: Daozhang, what is that which you're wearing on your neck?

XL: (takes out the necklace of HC's ashes) Are you referring this?

Ghost maiden: This ring looks like a really amazing treasure.

XL's thoughts: This is what San Lang gave me…

HC: This gege, do you wish to bet on this ring, and gamble with me in a game of victory or defeat?

XL: …I can't do that.

HC: Oh? Why not?

XL: This item is far too precious, it cannot be carelessly handled and disposed of.

HC: It's been given to you, so it's yours to do with as you please. Why can't it be carelessly handled?

XL: That's all the more reason I can't. This is the kind of gift I do not accept. If I do accept it, then of course I must treasure it, only then I can be worthy of the sincere intentions behind it. How can I possibly use it to gamble, and squander it away frivolously?

Ghosts: So that's how it is, there's even these sincere intentions behind the gift!

Ghost Maiden: But this can't be used, that can't be used, then Daozhang, what do you have left?

XL: (Sheepishly) …It seems… The only thing left is me.

HC: Alright.

XL: (blinks) …What?

HC: You.

Ghost maiden 1: Wonderful! If you lose, you can sell yourself and come here to wash clothes and fold bedsheets for old Chengzhu, serve tea and pour water for him!

Ghosts: What a great idea! Yeah! Yeah!

SQX: You'd better not agree. This bet has no winning odds!

XL: Alright, I will place my bet!

HC: (chuckles) Great.

Ghosts: Xiao Daozhang, you will definitely lose!

SQX: (gloomily) This time, we're really done for!

XL to SQX: Don't worry. This time I might not lose. You guys, go quickly [to investigate Ghost City].

[Translation notes:]

*This line is likely also innuendo (subtextually). the CN line here literally means "It's also the first time for me", which on the surface mean HC's first time accepting such a request. But the subtext seems to imply it can also mean HC's first time (sexually). The ghosts clearly interpreted the sexual meaning as they were gossiping later in this episode that "Someone wants to gamble for Chengzhu's 初夜!" 初夜 refers to "wedding night" i.e. the first night of a marriage where the marriage is expected to be consummated for the first time.

Essentially HC is saying, since XL wants something of such great value' (HC's company; subtext implying HC's first time), then XL must also give something of equal value i.e. "You". I interpret it as HC deliberately trying to leverage the value/rarity of XL's request as an excuse to get something just as intimate from XL in return. The way HC said "You." was so slow and seductive hahaha

Bonus: there's also a part later in this episode where the ghosts are gossiping and hilariously misinterpreted. A ghost said "I heard that Chengzhu's brother wants to gamble him and steal away his wedding night" (aka first time) 😭 As that line is from the uncensored revised novel, I assume MXTX wrote it to make fun of how censorship wants to turn hualian into just Very Good Bros.

[theresattrpgforthat]

Any RPGs about being an unethical mad scientist or being a mad scientist's creation? Like creating an orangutan with buzzsaws for hands, a horribly mutated two-headed crocodile, grafting a rocket launcher onto a demon's back, giant biomechanical monstrosities, etc.

THEME: Mad Scientist’s Paradise

Hello, so I have a few games that seem specifically tied to mad science, but I also found some games about mutant animals that are a bit more focused on a post-apocalypse. I hope they are still close enough to what you are looking for!

Metamorphosis BX, by Tragos Games.

Metamorphosis BX is a post-apocalyptical MiniBX hack in which you'll roleplay a hybrid survivor in an ever-changing world in which a cataclysm fragmented time and space. It is light both in mechanics and tone, aiming to be fun above all.

This is one of the games where your strange mutations and abilities don’t necessarily come from mad science; but I think they could, if you wanted them to. This is a game that employs the use of roll-tables and gives your characters both benign and malign mutations, with different sized pools of different size dice for your hit dice. What is interesting is that you have a list of different dice pools on what is called your hit dice double-helix, aka HDDH - taking your highest dice from your dice pool every time you take a hit. This encourages your characters to end fights quickly, or avoid them when you can - and it also makes for a highly lethal game.

Mutants in the Now, by Julian Kay.

In the ‘80s and ‘90s, they ruled the streets, kick-flipping off of villainous faces and slipping into the shadows. Then, they vanished from the world of tabletop gaming.

But they’re back. And ready to KICK BUTT.

Mutants in the Now is a retromodern retake on the mutant animal role-playing games long past and left behind by licensing. Mutants fight to survive, thrive, and make the world better for themselves and humanity.

I’m not entirely sure what the origin of your mutation is in this game, and it seems that’s the point. The source of your mutations is meant to be a mystery, although big tech corporations, alien conspiracies, and psychic ninjas are all on the list of potential bad-guys. The game itself has a multitude of good reviews, with a lot of praise for the flexibility available to you at character creation, and a large amount of love for the random tables.

If this game sounds interesting but you want something a little less scienc-ey, you might also want to check out the Mutants in the Next supplement, which adds in cryptids, mythical beasts, and a post-apocalypse setting to throw at your characters.

CyberRats, by Alex Rinehart.

You are genetically engineered Operatives addicted to Biotech, a glowing gel that gives you superhuman powers. 

The world is being invaded by extraterrestrials known as Interlopers. You have been employed by a megacorp to ensure that the aliens don't win, and that if they are stopped, it's you who does it, and not some rival corporation.

Winning won't be easy. But it also won't be enough. The right corp must get credit.

Can you stop the aliens? Will you sabotage the military to steal equipment and defense contracts from your competitors? How many Operatives will you lose before you taste victory?

Cyberrats, an illuminated RPG.

Here’s a game all about being lab rats - literally! Cyberrats is a fast-paced shoot-em-up about genetically engineered rats addicted to the substance that gives them super-human powers, up against a terrifying alien threat. Your characters can be altered biologically, but also cybernetically, so I have a feeling rocket launchers and exo-suits are on the table here!

If you want to hear what this game plays like, you can check out the Cyberrats Radio Hour, a 30-minute episode full of alien combat and explosions.

Bio-Drones & Cryo-Clones, by ChrisAir.

Bio-Drones & Cryo-Clones is a 48pg biopunk facility-crawl for Mothership RPG, inspired by the body horror of Cronenberg’s The Fly and a twisted take on Metroidvania “save stations.” This zine is the first installment of The Sleeper Crew Adventures zine series.

PCs wake up in the Mountain Forces R&D Facility, dropped smack center into the plans of a scientist gone mad in her love for the dead despot that once owned the world. Players must gather clues, navigate NPC motivations, evade monstrosities before they Become the Mutants.

This is less of a gonzo scenario and more built for fans of horror, putting the player characters in a hostile lab environment and threatening them with a number of mutations as they try to find a way to stop the mad scientist big-bad of the adventure.

This isn’t a standalone game, but rather a module for Mothership, which is a game set inspired by Alien and has many, many different kinds of modules that you can run in many different horror scenarios. This module looks rather extensively developed, with printable maps, a set of VTT tokens, and art for all of the listed NPCs and Creatures. If you want a game full of suspense and horror, you should check out Bio-Drones & Cryo-Clones!

The UPLIFT, by Kurt Potts.

The Uplift is a tabletop RPG about cybernetically uplifted animal heroes saving the galaxy with superpowers! Think Guardians of the Galaxy, but you're all playing Rocket.

You awaken to find you are both less and more, you are both old and new.

You play animals who've been cybernetically uplifted by some mysterious company or lab. Through your adventures you may get the chance to learn why this was done to you, but by then it may not matter anymore. You're a hero and the galaxy needs saving.

Describe yourself in four steps, and let the GM describe to you the situation the crew finds themselves in. You roll 2d6 for pretty much everything you try, with modifiers for advantages and disadvantages. Each character will have one super-power that allows you to add a third d6 to certain rolls, to increase your chance of beating the difficulty score. You can risk personal injury or busted implants on a failure, and then spend downtime later to fix yourself up.

I like that the designer of this game took the basic rules of WSCA games and combined them with tools like clocks and downtime, which are commonly seen from Forged in the Dark games. It allows the players to deal with bigger setbacks during play, because you know you’ll have a chance to fix them down the road. That being said, you can still choose to die a heroic death if you still want to!

Science & Sabotage, by Live Real Press.

You are a team of evil mad scientists, hell-bent on creating a doomsday device that can bring the world to its knees.

Unfortunately, there is competition for the honor. You must finish your device before they finish their device. 

You don't have time to play fair.

This is a game where you actually get to play the mad scientists, rather than their creations. It’s built off of the famous Lasers & Feelings structure, so you just need a d6 or two to play. Race against a rival team of mad scientists to be the first one to destroy the world - or at least, to threaten the world with destruction. This is probably good for a single one-shot, or perhaps, if you want to combine it with one of the other games here, you might want to use this game as a set-up for the event that destroyed the world, or perhaps your scientists are instead racing to be the first to cause mutations on a global scale!

Blister Critters, by stillfleet.

Pick your favorite varmint, grab your dice, and roleplay as a cartoon animal on a radiation-blasted Saturday-morning show!

The humans are gone just like the ozone layer, and the world they left behind is overflowing with danger…

In this innovative and surreal game, you play as a small animal who can wield bizarre mutations called Blisters as well as physics-bending Nonsense powers. These strange abilities—artfully developed within the Grit System—will help you survive in a vast, cruel suburbia populated by fellow Critters and their feral counterparts, Beasts.

The sun will mutate you and give you special powers as you scavenge the piles and piles of loot that the humans have no more use for. The tone of this game is very much like a Saturday-morning cartoon, but you can also turn up the gritty dial and make it about the harshness of this new world if you want to. Blister Critters uses a number of different polyhedral dice, with larger dice assigned to traits you’re good at and smaller dice assigned to traits you’re… not so good at. Your character also has two pools that can diminish: Health and Grit, which represent your hit points and your energy respectively. Your Grit can be spent to power the special abilities given to you by your Blisters, so the course of gameplay will likely require balancing your resources as you work through various obstacles.

The Kickstarter has finished for this game, but you might want to keep an eye on it so you can see when the final product is published. In the meantime, you can also check out the Quickstart, as well as the entries to the Critter City Crawl Jam.

[worddevourer]

Path of the Giantslayer (5e Barbarian Subclass)

Path of the Giant Slayer:

To most, the size of the world means promise, endless adventure. To most, the vast size of creatures in the wilderness is awe-inspiring. To you, it is a goad to live larger than life, and to seek glory against the most impressive of enemies.

Companion Homebrew Rule: Grappling creatures more than one size larger than you. (AKA Codifying the 'grab onto the dragon as it flies away' technique)

All characters may grapple creatures more than one size larger than them, and may do so using acrobatics instead of athletics. When grappling a creature in this way, your movement speed is reduced to 0, and the grappled creature can move normally, bringing you with it as it does. A creature grappled in this way may attempt to break the grapple normally, and as when making this grapple, you may contest this roll using acrobatics instead of athletics.

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Subclass Features

Aspirant:

At 3rd level, your drive for victory pushes you to strike harder in the pursuit of glory.

You gain one 'Giant Slayer Die,' a d4. You gain one extra die at 6th level (2d4), 10th level (3d4), and 14th level (4d4)

Once per turn, when you deal melee weapon damage to a creature using strength, you may deal extra damage of the weapon's type equal to a roll of your giant slayer dice. You may deal this extra damage multiple times per turn as long as you are attacking creatures of a larger size category than yourself.

Additionally, you may use weapons with the 'heavy' property without disadvantage, even if your size class is small.

Fearless:

By 6th level, the earthshattering roar of a dragon, or the indomitable presence of the Tarrasque are a challenge to be surmounted, rather than a cause for terror.

You cannot be frightened.

Additionally, while you are grappling a creature more than one size category larger than you, you gain a climbing speed that you may use to climb across it. The climbing speed is equal to your walking speed.

Challenger:

By 10th level, your resolution to not be ignored by those larger than you has become a vicious truth.

While you are grappling a creature more than one size larger than you, you automatically succeed on ability checks to maintain that grapple, unless you are incapacitated.

Hero's Arm:

By 14th level, you have set yourself to goals beyond what most would consider, and you will use means beyond what most can imagine.

You may wield Heavy and Two-handed weapons with a single hand, and may use the larger damage die of versatile weapons when wielding them single handed. Weapons that are not Heavy are considered Light for the purposes of dual-wielding. Additionally, you may wield weapons intended for size class large creatures without penalty, but must wield the weapon with both hands to do so.

[dyshonor]

who is young randal?

As some of you might have noticed, I'm taking liberties with the latest mission board prompt to RP Young Randal, Randal's 20 year old self, in TOA canon (for a bit)!

Due to the fact that he is a character with information scattered across Cipher canon, I wanted to take the time to accumulate some thoughts about him in an easy-to-access place, both to share my love for him and also to make him easier to RP with.

I hope that this is informative and fun to read! I love Young Randal (and of course Old Randal) so much!!!!

so who is this freak you keep yapping about?

Likely due to the fact that they wanted to match up with FE6/FE7, shortly after introducing Randal into Cipher Frontier, we were introduced to his 20 years younger self. A common bit in Cipher Frontier became that whenever Young Randal would show up, characters would mistake him as Randal's son!

In universe, the reason for Young Randal's appearance is his susceptibility to the Boundless Chaos, an energy that seems to enable the Cipher cast's world-hopping adventures. Randal is the only character we see in multiple ages!

Before becoming the mercenary that we see him as nowadays, Randal was a Lord in Lycia who came across his mansion via winning a game (implied to be chess).

After becoming a Lord, he amassed a decent army and seemed to conquer and pillage a decent amount, as evidenced by his cards. He scoffs at honor and his cards are titled things like Dishonorable Invincible Knight, Twin Blades of Evil, and Wicked Knight.

The pride of a knight… How I despise those words. Victory is all that matters.

He is also, plainly, an ass. While Old Randal likes buttering people up, buying them gifts and showering them with compliments, Young Randal is quick to let minor annoyances show.

While Older Randal is a carefree and generally good-mannered person who likes to have fun (even if he is a bit of a dastard who doesn't care awfully much for doing good), Young Randal is incredibly stringent. He does not leave things up to chance. He is smart, annoying, and likes to be on top of things.

One of the coolest contrasts between Old Randal and Young Randal is that while Old Randal's favorite choice of games seems to be card games and dice, AKA the usual sorts of gambling games, Young Randal likes games where as little chance is involved as possible. As mentioned before, Young Randal won his mansion via a game of chess! While it certainly was a risky bet to play a game for a mansion, it was one where only skill was a factor.

I think Young Randal is also interesting to see when informed by Old Randal's opinions on life, and vice versa. Namely: that Old Randal is a person who doesn't like trouble, and despite turning his nose at helping others, still feels bad when other people get hurt.

Despite being someone that Young Randal seems like he'd hate, Young Randal is actually quite insistent on the fact that he is the very same Randal that we meet in Cipher.

Conversely, Old Randal is someone who seems to hide that Young Randal is someone he ever was:

Even though Old Randal is someone who is extremely chill about himself and oftentimes makes somewhat demeaning jokes, he'd clearly much rather pretend his younger self doesn't exist until he can't help it. In fact, when he is finally faced with his younger self, he has only bad things to say:

(The 'nice if we met again someday' note being to the other Cipher characters, not Young Randal.)

In summary:

Young Randal was a Lord who won his way into power via a chess match.

He is an ass.

Young Randal is an incredibly calculating person who cares incredibly about his appearances.

He's quite good at manipulating and deceiving people, and sees other people as pawns to be used.

Despite this, he's also somewhat insecure, and gets easily flustered when people don't take him as seriously as he'd like to be seen.

Even though, logically, Old Randal is the sort of person that is his greatest nightmare to become, he seems to hold some sort of respect for Old Randal.

At some point, due to unknown reasons, Young Randal lost his mansion and became a mercenary.

Okay now slight headcanon time:

I believe that Young Randal was someone who wanted to be respected (perhaps even loved.. flushed emoji...) but did not know how to achieve this outside of yearning for power. Once he finally acquired it, he found himself in an awkward position where he didn't actually know how to be a Lord, as whatever his background before being a Lord was, I doubt it was one of fame or fortune.

He became a real 'fake it till you make it' sort of person, holding an obsessive control over other people and his station to ensure he didn't lose it. I think due to being unfamiliar with the life of a Lord, he was incredibly paranoid and didn't have many friends.

In Cipher Frontier, he fights tooth and nail to try and harness the powers of Boundless Chaos to see the Cipher cast one last time before peaceing out.

I think he wants friends... but as a Lord in a hostile environment (and because he is an ass) he does not have a way of acquiring them easily.

I like to think he lost his mansion and status due to falling prey to the Boundless Chaos, which shoveled him into some unknown world and land without everything he had fought for.

So those are some (brief) thoughts on Young Randal! I honestly have more and I really really like the contrast between Old and Young Randal but I'll keep those in my pocket for now so as to not be too overwhelming...

I hope that you might consider RPing with him during this month while we have the chance to :] While I've only been here again for a brief time and thus most characters have not met even Old Randal yet, I think meeting him as Young Randal can create some interesting problems for Old Randal when he comes about.

Okay I'll stop yapping now! Have a lovely day!!!!

[cutthroatcarnival]

Febuwhump Alt Prompt 10: Last Man Standing (AKA Day 25)

Tags/Warnings: This is a mature rated fic! Body horror (mask transformation), blood and injury, canon-typical violence

The battle had gone south quickly, the wounded outweighed the healthy. To help them retreat safely, Time uses a last ditch effort.

Read it on AO3!

Deity’s Checkmate

Time could feel a thrumming under his skin as he cleaved through his enemies like butter, an endless buzzing that grew with each monster slain. His slashes were precise, following the steps of a dangerous dance with a blade.

He knew that more monsters were on the way, leaving only a small window of time for the less injured to help themselves and the wounded escape. Excitement not of his own bubbled under his skin, cheerful in such a way that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

The last monster of the current wave was run-through with his blade, with grim determination, Time took the opportunity the window provided. “Warriors, Sky, Twilight. Get them to safety and treat them properly.” Removing a hand from the Biggoron sword, he reached into his bag, fingers closing around a familiar smoothness.

“Are you insane?! You’re going to get yourself killed,“ Swiftly, Time held up the item, “We can’t just-“ Warriors cut Twilight off with a gasp of horror, locking eyes with the wooden copy of Time’s face, cheeks symmetrically decorated with two red swipes. “Sprite… You said you wouldn’t…”

A blasting horn announced that the next wave would be arriving shortly, “Make yourselves sparse.” An order. Time laid a hand on the captain’s shoulder, “I’ll see you on the other side.” With that Time stepped away, watching as, albeit reluctantly, the three heroes made haste in collecting the wounded and removing themselves far from the battlefield.

Time turned away, hand clenching tightly around the handle of his sword as he watched the monsters finally crest the hill. Like clockwork, he slid the mask on his face, feeling the magic meld his face and the mask together. Protect them. He screamed as his bones broke and reset, his body growing to one much larger. The scream turned into a fierce roar, blinding white light bathing the field. As it dissipated, a hulking figure stood in place of Time, eyes a glowing white, with hair to match. In its hands was a truly massive sword; a blue and green double helix, ready to slice and dice.

The Fierce Deity waltzed over to the army, clearing out a giant chunk of it with one swipe. Magic buzzed and swam around the deity, growing thicker and thicker with each enemy felled. The monsters attempted to injure it, only succeeding in becoming a puff of purple smoke. Injuries could be dealt to the mask wearer’s body, but the Fierce Deity could feel none of it- a being of ferocity and destruction, called upon to protect and prevent.

Quickly, the large army had been decimated, like it was mere child's play- which it was to a divine being. The grass was burnt and razed, trees cut and burnt from where sword beans had been fired. In the middle of it, the Fierce Deity stood, staring at the direction the other heroes had gone. It’s purpose was over, and would be until next time.

Time snagged back control, immediately bringing his hands up to his jaw and yanking the mask off. The roar echoed, victory and farewell, replaced by the pained screaming as Time’s body snapped itself back to normal. He collapsed to his knees, shakily shoving the mask back into his bag. Blood welled up in his mouth, dribbling out of and over his lips. Panicked footsteps skidded to a stop in front of him as he slumped forward, feeling the overwhelming pull of darkness take him in.

[eternalstarlitwonderland]

Battle Royale

Survival Of The Fittest, FIGHT TO LIVE!

At the dawn of the new millennium

The youth everywhere are revolting against authority

They boycott going to school

Following the rules and guidelines

Bringing further chaos to the nation

Which has soared so much to a pandemic level

Adults have lost all confidence

In the youth and now fearing us

So they eventually passed the Millennium Educational Reform Act

AKA: The BR Act

To survive in the brutality of this twisted educational program

We need to be quick on our wits

We need to be knowledgeable of our surroundings

We need to be quick on our feet

We need to be on alert at all times

No matter what

Once in a lifetime

The fight for survival has begun

Battle!, Battle!, Battle! (BATTLE!, BATTLE!, BATTLE!)

Fight!, Fight!, Fight! (FIGHT!, FIGHT!, FIGHT!)

Fight for the right to live

Let tomorrow take care of itself

Anxiety and fear

Just kick them out!-out!-out!-out (OUT!-OUT!-OUT!-OUT!)

Exhaust the smoldering fire in our hearts

Fight!, Fight!, Fight! (FIGHT!, FIGHT!, FIGHT!)

Bet our lives or someone else will throw the dice

Desperation!, Desperation!, Desperation!

(DESPERATION! DESPERATION! DESPERATION!)

Boldly, Desperately to escape from this screwed-up program

So let's escape from the Battle Royale

We realize that we can’t progress on our own

Shake!, Shake!, Shake!, Shake!, Shake! Ah-ha!

(SHAKE!, SHAKE!, SHAKE!, SHAKE!, SHAKE! AH-HA!)

Trembling with fear

We don’t want to be left behind

At a total loss

It’s nobody’s fault that our fates are entwined

In the end

It’s our choice

We won’t turn back

Even on a brutal path to victory

Press on

While embracing the excruciating pain of getting maimed

And even being brutally beaten

Battle Royale!, Battle Royale!, Battle Royale!

(BATTLE ROYALE!, BATTLE ROYALE!, BATTLE ROYALE!)

Moving our bodies

Instead of thinking about trial and error

Rising after repeated failures of escaping from the program

Rather than no no no no (NO, NO, NO, NO)

It’s going go go go, go (GO, GO, GO, GO, GO, GO)

As we took off

Our legs trembled

Can’t stop the shivering

But no worries

It’s with excitement and anticipation

Bonds of complaints and excuses

Abandon these days

Like a broken shell of an innocent and naive version of ourselves

Fly (FLY! FLY! FLY! FLY!)

Before this passion disappears (Before our very eyes)

QUICK! QUICK! QUICK! QUICK!

Let tomorrow take care of itself

Anxiety and fear

Just kick them out!-out!-out!-out (OUT!-OUT!-OUT!-OUT!)

Exhaust the smoldering fire in our hearts

Fight!, Fight!, Fight! (FIGHT!, FIGHT!, FIGHT!)

Exhaust and burn it all!

Bet our lives or someone else will throw the dice

Enjoy the present and live for the future

Desperation!, Desperation!, Desperation!

(DESPERATION! DESPERATION! DESPERATION!)

Boldly, desperately to escape from this screwed-up program

So let's escape from the Battle Royale

Battle Royale!, Battle Royale! Battle Royale!

BATTLE ROYALE!, BATTLE ROYALE!, BATTLE ROYALE!

[charismaofobedience]

also since you mentioned rinne and fling posse music whenever i listen to kizuato ga kizuna to naru i always think of rinne when i get to this part of dice’s verse

because you know how shiina niki’s name may be referencing/sounds like nike ..aka the greek goddess of victory..yeah

augh .. shakes you up and down..

[little-witchys-garden]

Divination with Dice:

Dice by: crystalmaggie on esty

Astragalomancy, also known as astragyromancy, is a form of divination that uses dice specially marked with letters or numbers.

Much like the playing card, dice or dice like objects were used by multiple oppressed groups throughout history! They were ways for those oppressed by the church to keep their tradtions and beliefs in secret.

This divination practice has been around for centuries the oldest dice like set we know right now are from ancient Persia from the area of modern Iran and they are approximately 5000 years old.

We'll start with and their meanings in the way that I was taught. So mind you, this is simply the way I was taught their meanings.

So well go all the way up to 20:

1. No

2. Yes

3. No, be wary

4. self-expression and self-fulfillment.

5. Only if you are careful.

6. Don´t be afraid to take chances.

7. inner wisdom, self-awareness, intuition and mysticism.

8. Eternity and inner steadiness.

9. Enlightenment or answers will come.

10. Spiritual enlightenment and spiritual awakening.

11. Insight and understanding

12. Growth.

13. Death and change.

14. Reassurance from your guardians.

15. Wisdom and manifestation.

16. New beginnings and renewal.

17. Good fortune and a complete victory.

18. Breaking free of what binds you and encouragement.

19. The beginning and the end, aka you're most likely very much screwed.

20. Confidence, determination, optimism, and positivity.

You can also use even and odds for simple yes and no.

Odds = No

Even = Yes

[victoriousakadice]

Satisfaction - July 29 2023 bpm 95 97 By: Victorious Aka Dice Productions...

[thelockedtomb]

Gideon the Ninth Names

Quick n’ spoiler-free name analysis for prominent players in GtN.

Thank you to @swordrogue​ for inspiring me to type and format my scribbled notes, and I’m very much looking forward to seeing the next parts of your (deliciously not spoiler-free!) House-founder name series, and also @eschatolegation for connecting the dots on Ninth House lineages.

2nd House

Judith: In Jewish apocrypha, Judith was a beautiful woman who feigned escape from a besieged city, sweet-talked the attacking general until invited into his private tent, and cut off his head while he was asleep. Deuteros: “second” (Greek)

Marta: “dedicated to the god of war” (Latin) In Christian theology, Marta witnessed her brother Lazarus raised from the dead by Jesus. Dyas: “di-” means “two” (Greek) and “-as” means “having a quality of something” (Latin)

3rd House

Coronabeth: A corona is the dim outer atmosphere of a star. The sun’s corona can’t be seen with the naked eye until a solar eclipse where it appears as a halo. Beth is Hebrew for “house, place,” and as a suffix, it means “in, at, or with”. Tridentarius: “tri-” means “three” (Greek), a trident is a three-pronged spear, and “Arius” is a Greek name meaning “immortal”.

Ianthe: This name is attributed to three different women in Greek mythology. In one story, she was so beautiful that the gods made purple flowers grow around her grave. Tridentarius: (see above)

Naberius: Described by a late-1500’s occultist as a demon especially skilled at the art of persuasion who can take the form of a three-headed dog. Tern: “triple,” and can refer to a favorable combination of three numbers resulting in a lottery prize

4th House

Isaac: The historical figure Isaac was the son of Abraham (i.e. the “Abrahamic” religions Judaism, Islam, and Christianity). God told Abraham to sacrifice Isaac on an altar, but tells him to stop at the very last minute and kill a ram instead. Tettares: “four” (tetra-, Greek)

Jeannemary: “favored by God” paired with “sea of bitterness” (Hebrew to French) Chatur: “clever, intelligent” (French)

5th House

Abigail: The historical figure Abigail was a powerhouse, described as “intelligent and attractive” in the Torah. Long story, but TLDR: Her cunning, boldness, and political tactfulness saved the lives of hundreds. Pent: “five” (Greek)

Magnus: “great” (Latin) This name originated in Rome as a nickname title (i.e. ____ the Great) and became popular in the Middle Ages with Scandinavian royalty/nobility as a forename. Quinn: “fifth-born” (Greek) “wisdom, intelligence, counsel” (Irish/Gaelic)

6th House

Palamedes: A character included in several accounts of the Trojan War, said to be a genius and the inventor of parts of the Greek alphabet as well as dice. Palamedes is also the name of a Round Table knight in Arthurian legends, the son of King Esclabor. Sextus: “sixth born” (Latin)

Camilla: “helper to the priest” (Latin) “whole, complete, flawless, perfect” (Arabic) Also, a warrior-maiden attendant of the Roman goddess Diana (AKA the Greek goddess Artemis). Hect: “one hundred” (Latin)

7th House

Dulcinea: In the novel Don Quixote, the impractically romantic protagonist imagines a peasant to be a fine lady called Dulcinea. Based on the Spanish word “dulce” for “sweet”. Septimus: “seventh-born” (Latin) Also, play on words for “sepsis,” a life-threatening complication of infection.

Protesilaus: At the start of the Trojan War, a prophecy said the first attacker to set foot upon the shores of Troy would die, and Protesilaus was the first to leave his ship. Ebdoma: Alternative form of the Greek “hebdomas” meaning the number seven.

8th House

Silas: “prayed for” or “the youngest” (Hebrew) The historical figure of Silas was a Jewish convert to Christianity and missionary around 49-52 AD. Oktakiseron: In meteorology, an “okta” is a measurement for describing the amount of cloud coverage - possibly a reference to their House colors. It’s from the Greek/Latin root word “octa-“ for eight.

Colum: “dove” (Irish from Latin) The historical figure Columba was an Irish missionary and Catholic saint. Asht: “host” (Albanian from the root for “bone/relic”) Tamsyn Muir also referenced Ash Katchem from Pokemon in her pronunciation guide, which could be a hilarious reference to “Gotcha catch ‘em all!”

9th House

Harrowhark: In Christian theology, Jesus descends into the realm of the dead before his resurrection, an event referred to as the Harrowing of Hell. (The word “harrow” refers to breaking up the earth in a field before sowing seed.) The word “hark” means “listen and pay close attention”. Nonagesimus: “nineteenth” (Latin) Canonically, this is also a variant of Ninth House family names that trace back to their very first necromancer.

Gideon: “great warrior” (Hebrew) The historical figure Gideon destroyed their family’s idols to false gods and was later the leader of vastly outnumbered Israelites victoriously battling against their oppressors. Nav: “corpse” (Proto-Slavic) Canonically, this is also a variant of Ninth House family names that trace back to their very first cavalier.

[magioftheseas]

The Capital Magical Defense Force

For @oumota-events

DAY 1: Magical Boys AU

Rating: T​+

Warnings: Violence, blood, death mentioned, darker implications. Yeah it’s one of those magical au. The daaaaark subversions.

Notes: This is the longest one because we’re starting off with a big bang~ It’s not that long though. It’s just not a ficlet unlike the others. I did really enjoy writing this though. It’s a pretty...fun...au. Yeah. Haha.

Ao3 Link

In just about every world, there are unseen forces to make sure a system works a certain way. That the cogs in the machine turn without fail and that any disturbances are dealt with promptly. These unseen forces can be mundane and dull—but they can also be fantastical...while still incredibly dull.

In this instance, there are two worlds. The dull, mundane one and the dull, fantastical one. The only way to transverse is through contracts between the respective denizens, and it turns out that said contracts are necessary to keep everything in order.

There are benefits, truly. If one world collapses, the other is taken with it. It is within everyone’s best interest that the denizens work together—even if certain manipulations need to be made. After all, the greater good is such a vague and nebulous concept. It’s more encouraging to offer personal gains.

Like, for example, keeping someone alive, be it from sickness or the aftereffects of a horrible, terrible, despairing accident. The desire to live is a powerful force shared among many, both dim-witted and intelligent. It’s an efficient deal to make, especially when the other side of the exchange is not only responsibilities, but special, magical abilities to deal with those responsibilities.

Shame, then, that one particular being blessed with those abilities, those responsibilities, that gift of survival...doesn’t seem to fully appreciate it. Certain arrangements have been made. That being has been assigned to the same areas as another being of a similar caliber, but far more keen to do what must be done.

This is as much an experiment as it is an effort to keep matters under control. Observations are to be as follows...

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“In the name of the stars, I’m gonna kick your fucking ass!!”

The town hero known as Starboy was being filmed again. Floating about, sending so-called comet punch after comet punch. The monster squealed under the abuse, but it didn’t squeal as much as that fucking eyesore that tailed the magical boy around as he cursed colorfully under his breath.

“This jackass just doesn’t know when to quit!”

“S-Starboy-kun,” the thing whimpered. “Please watch your language! Kids idolize you!”

“Sorry!” Starboy exclaimed, focusing more on the fight thankfully. “It’s just—let me protect the city first!!”

With a battle cry, Starboy summoned all his strength for a starstorm, pummeling the monster more and more until it fizzled out of existence. Starboy was left slumped on the ground and gasping for breath, but still found it in him to whoop for joy.

Unfortunately for him, that moment of victory was short-lived.

“Geeeez, Starboy-chan, I thought you’d really get trampled this time! You didn’t even need any help!” Another magical boy landed on the scene, right next to where the monster had once been and plucking up the fragment which was all that remained.

“H-Hey!” Starboy shouted, more like wheezed. “What the hell—that’s not yours to take!”

“It’s payment for making me worry so much,” he cackled. “You really should be more careful! You don’t want to be killed in the line of duty, now do you?”

Weakened as he was from the fight, dodging Starboy lurching towards him was child’s play.

“D-Dice!!” that eyesore shrieked. “You and Starboy-kun should be working together! Why are you doing this?!”

Dice gave that thing a cold stare, but grinned in Starboy’s direction.

“Because I like you. That’s a lie. I like messing with you. Also a lie! I really—love you, Starboy-chan!”

“Quit messing around!” Starboy gasped. “Y-You—if you need those damn fragments, you don’t have to steal them! You’re a magical boy, aren’t ya?! You should be helping me defend the city! And then I’d split them with ya even!”

Aah. This guy...

“Oh Starboy-chan, I actually, truthfully loathe you,” Dice sighed.

“D-Dice!” the thing shrieked and without looking, Dice had fired a beam that knocked the pitifully contemptible creature out, much to Starboy’s dismay.

“S-SHIROKUMA...!”

Before he could go to help, however, Dice had seized the bow of his uniform, yanking him to not-quite eye level.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’d stop bothering with that thing and join me instead.”

Starboy only scowled.

“Why the hell would I join you when you act like a villain! I-If I could, I’d beat your ass too...!”

Such a remark gets Dice shoving him back, knocking him onto the ground. Starboy glared up at him defiantly, his stare only darkening as Dice grinned.

“It’s a joke, obviously!” he chirped. “After all—what sort of desperate loser would want to ally with an idiot like you?”

Starboy shouted at him, but whatever he shouted, he was already long gone. Starboy shouted again but, being the justice-obsessed type, he switched gears to muster up the strength to go stumbling after the fainted Shirokuma. Scooping the pitiful bear head-looking creature into his hands, Starboy avoided the incoming paparazzi and gracious civilians and rushed off to safety.

The ideal worker. Starboy will be a great boon of energy in the future once his limit is reached.

--

“Dice is such a fucking dick,” Kaito grumbles, rubbing ointment onto his bruises. “We’re both working for the same thing but for no reason at all, he’s self-serving and a piece of shit.”

He observes himself in the mirror, rubbing at the circles under his eyes. He’s been going at this whole magical boy hero thing for almost a year. It’s getting harder and harder, but for the sake of the city, he can’t give up. He’s its protector, after all.

Still, it’s getting difficult. His wastebasket is filled with bloodied tissue and bandages. Shirokuma, at least, is currently resting in a bucket of warm water. Dice’s attack had been as sudden as it was vicious, and for what?

“Why is he such a dick?” Kaito asks, but Shirokuma hums.

“Some people...are just bad. It can’t be helped. I’m sorry if that sounds despairing, Momota-kun.”

“Bad, huh.”

It’s not the first time he’s gotten that answer. When he describes Dice to his sidekicks, he more or less gets the same response. Harumaki even goes out of her way to call Dice a supervillain, which Shuuichi agrees to, but...

Here’s a secret that no one else knows. The crack in the foundation so painstakingly paved for black and white heroism.

Dice has saved his life more than once. When blood rushed up his throat and his knees buckled in, Dice would swoop in and let him save face. It would be passed off as Dice once again taking advantage of the situation...but it always, always happens when Kaito is facing death head-on.

Dice is a dick. A self-serving piece of shit. Possibly a supervillain.

He’s also definitely looking out for Starboy. It’s happened too consistently for Kaito to be convinced it’s unintentional.

If Dice insists on helping him, then surely he can’t be a bad person...except he still acts like a bad person most of the time.

What a headache.

“Feeling better, Momota-kun?” Shirokuma chirps up at him in that big sweet voice that Kaito can’t say no to, even when he probably should.

“Never better!”

A thumps-up. A wide grin. Doing his damnedest to pretend like his lungs don’t want to collapse in on themselves.

--

“Starboy-chan is such a fucking idiot.”

Ouma slams his chest of fragments shut. He still hasn’t figured out what the damn things do, but Shirokuma insists on collecting them so they must be important in some sense. Sure, Shirokuma says that it’s something to do with negative energy and restoring balance, blah, blah, blah—but Shirokuma is a piece of shit liar. And Ouma hates liars.

But he thinks he hates Starboy the most. Or, at least, he finds Starboy to be the most frustrating dumbass in the galaxy.

Because it’s obvious, isn’t it? It’s obvious that Shirokuma is shady as all get out. It’s obvious that there is something deeply wrong with the magical boy system. There have been so many disappearances and it’s suspicious as all get out how Starboy in particular is being worked to the bone and pushed to the brink.

There’s something seriously wrong with all of it.

Ouma just needs to figure out what before everything goes wrong.

--

To become a magical boy, one needs resolve. To encourage magical boys, a wish is often granted to sweeten—and seal the deal. Ouma’s was a cowardly, stupid wish that he’s still kicking himself for to this day, although in hindsight he should be glad it was so simple. The worthless wish to live as everyone else was dead around him.

He’s still haunted by their faces. He should’ve wished for them but couldn’t. He was targeted and tricked, and now he’s stuck. But the least he can do is make everything difficult for those monsters along the way.

Starboy—aka Momota Kaito...well. Ouma doesn’t know what his wish was, but he suspects it’s as stupidly noble and short-sighted as he’s come to expect.

Oh, yes, he knows that Starboy is Momota Kaito. Who wouldn’t know that? They look the same—although Ouma suspects that magic is at play since no civilians have made the connection. Not even Saihara Shuuichi, a would-be detective.

It’s clear, however, that Saihara-chan has noticed the effects.

“This is the fourth time you’ve had to clear your throat, Momota-kun.”

Momota clears his throat again. He musters up a laugh.

“It’s just been dry. No big deal. You worry too much.”

“Gooooooodness, Momota-kun!” Ouma crowed, skipping in. “Are you dying?! Please, please don’t die! I haven’t even gotten to tell you how much I love you!”

Momota recoils when Ouma jumps on him. Saihara shrieks in surprise but Momota only growls as he tries to shake the brat off.

“Let—GO!”

Ouma does, but not without jabbing the back of Momota’s knee and causing him to topple over. Saihara rushes to steady him, shooting Ouma quite the ugly look. Ouma shrugs that off.

“Whatever it is you’re doing is killing you,” he merely states. “So, you should stop lest you traumatize my poor Saihara-chan.”

“I...” Saihara swallowed, looking like he’d hate to agree but when it came to Momota... “You shouldn’t overwork yourself, Momota-kun.”

“I’m fine,” Momota slurred. “Totally fine. I’m a goddamn Luminary, Shuuichi...” He says he’s fine while learning into Saihara. It’s a bright sunny day. People are no doubt stealing glances, and Momota no doubt has to hide his exhausted face in his sidekick’s shoulder. It’s a good thing Harukawa isn’t here.

Ouma scoffed. Saihara shot him another glare.

“If you’re just here to mess with Momota-kun, you can leave.”

Saihara’s hands tighten on Momota. Goodness, it really is like Ouma is the supervillain tormenting the tired hero.

How boring.

Ouma turns heel, smiling as he waves them off.

I shouldn’t bother. I shouldn’t have to bother.

--

No matter how many times he’s thought that, he ends up in this situation. With Starboy exhausted on the ground and a fragment pinched so firmly between his fingers that it’s this close to embedding itself in the skin. Shirokuma floats around Starboy.

“He’s getting close,” Shirokuma is saying. “He won’t be able to take much more. How despairing. So despairing.”

Ou—Dice swats the thing to the ground. It giggles up at him.

“You can’t save him, you weren’t able to save your other friends. Just give up, Dice-kun. Give into despair.”

It’s laughing, its laughter resounding even as Dice stomps the thing to bits. It’ll just reshape itself and find Momota again. No matter what he does, he can’t get rid of it. It’s part of a damn hivemind after all.

Sighing, Dice goes to Starboy once again, and Starboy is lying there almost prone. Looking painfully pale. His breathing is shallow. At least he’s still alive.

But for how much longer? And what am I even doing wasting my time with this idiot? No matter what I tell him or how bad he gets, he refuses to back down and Shirokuma just eggs him on.

He gets down, rolling Starboy onto his back. Starboy groans and for a moment, he blearily comes to.

“Di...ce... You...again...” There’s a couple of missing words. It’s clearly difficult for Starboy to speak. He groans, eyes screwing shut. When Dice helps him sit up, he coughs and there’s a thin stream of blood that trickles down his chin. “U-Urgh...hurts bad.”

“Well, yeah. You don’t take breaks, idiot.” Ouma tutted him. “Some of the monsters you take are mooks. You shouldn’t waste your time.”

“S-Shuuut,” Starboy slurs. He coughs again. “I’m...s’posed to be...a hero. A-A... Luminary.”

It’s because of shit like this that made it was so easy for Ouma to find Momota in the first place.

And Starboy—fucking laughs.

“Even through that stupid mask of yours, I can tell you’re disproving.” He musters up a bit more strength to speak, for all the good that’s doing him. “You’re really worried, huh?”

“I don’t trust Shirokuma,” Dice said simply. “You shouldn’t either.”

Starboy swallows. No doubt swallows back blood. He sucks in his breath. He shakes. He tries to shake his head specifically. Ends up slumping against him. Dice isn’t as gentle with him as Saihara was, but Dice still has little choice but to help him up.

“Stay with me,” Dice ordered. “You’re not allowed to die.”

He’s wasting his breath. Starboy’s definitely going to die at this rate even if it’s not today. All because—

“I’m a hero,” Starboy is slurring. “Heroes don’t—take breaks...they don’t leave people to die.”

“You’re not a hero,” Dice snapped. One step at a time. “You’re just an idiot.”

“It’s not...not about trust...” Starboy huffs at him next. “Not that...you’d understand that... Ouma.”

Dice doesn’t pause. Far from it.

...idiot.

Ouma Kokichi wonders if it’s a coincidence that he and Momota ended up in this situation together.

...

That’s right. Momota Kaito is going to bring you down. The hero! The Luminary! Won’t that be the Ultimate Despair?

(That’s how she would respond.)

Ouma Kokichi, always so close and yet so far, can’t focus on that right now. He has to save the life of a dying man after all. The results are sure to be favorable.

And yet, also so very—predictable.

Boring.

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

Your thoughts on the anime made me smile like an idiot bc i can relate to it sm ToT

I watched the first episode with subtitles (and a friend - it’s always more fun with a buddy) so I am back with MORE thoughts: Subtitle Edition. Idk if they will be interesting to anyone, but here’s a sampling from the notes I took.

The Hypnosis Mics are not treated as proper nouns. They’re also called solely “mics”, never microphones. I thought this was a really unusual choice (and fwiw, although you can’t usually tell because of the fonts we use, the Hypmics are proper nouns in the manga).

It turns out an “act” and a “law” are not perfect synonyms of each other, so “H Law” (Funimation) is technically more correct than “H Act” (me). Oops.

Not sure how I feel about “Brother Ichi”. It certainly works for “Ichinii” and is pretty cute, but I do really dislike having siblings call one another “Brother” or “Sister”. While this is not always the case (especially in Asian-American households), it’s atypical for Americans to call their siblings that. I know there’s no exact reason Japan has to stick exactly to American English (and I’d REALLY like to talk sometime about some thoughts I’ve had in regards to removing my natural regiolect (regional dialect) from translation and/or creating a “new regiolect” purely for J -> E translation), but it does stick out like a sore thumb in otherwise American English.

Speaking of Brother Ichi, ��Brother Ichi’d never lose” made me make this exact face:

I was surprised by how much characters in the MTC sequence used the word “fuck”. I’ve been learning (slowly - I have a natural potty mouth) that excessive swearing can very easily lead to your translation sounding quite childish, even if it would fly quite naturally in real life. This certainly didn’t sound childish, but I kept going, “Oh my god. Can they get away with that?” Loved the “fucking maggots” from Samatoki.

Juuto has a catchphrase in Japanese (やれやれ) that I’ve been using as either “Good grief” or “Good lord”. He didn’t say it in Japanese as far as I heard, but I did see the translation use “Oh my” for him at one point. I wonder if they’ll continue to use that going forward.

I take character voice very seriously for Hypmic, which means I will occasionally make some fairly arbitrary decisions in order to have each character sound unique and not simply various different shades of “me” speaking. (For instance, Sasara uses “man” rather excessively in English mostly because I started writing him that way due to a casual tone of voice and then it stuck. There’s nothing really in Japanese that suggests he should use that more frequently, but it’s there because it served me a purpose in English.) It’s veeeeery interesting for me to see someone else approach these characters and create their own voices for them, especially because the voices we’re writing match up a lot. Ramuda’s use of “pretty please” made me think of this, but other characters kind of surprised me too. Their Jakurai sounds a lot like mine (albeit a bit more forceful, which is a bit closer to the original imo) too, so much that I was kind of surprised when he said something I normally think of as a Gentarou line. I had to remind myself, “Duh, it’s not me writing this.” Still, it’s fascinating to me to watch someone else start out on their own and end up with relatively similar conclusions.

That being said. The elephant in the room. Gentarou. I’m kind of on the fence on whether or not I liked those choices. Gentarou speaks in Japanese with occasionally archaic language and (almost always) formal language. The archaic language he uses is called bungo, aka literary Japanese, which hasn’t been widely spoken or used since the early 20th century. Gentarou uses it because he’s - ding ding, you guessed it! - an author. Now, I know that I’m just biased... because I translate for another series which is written in a much more obnoxious hybridization of bungo and modern Japanese... but I don’t think Gentarou is that heavy of a bungo user to really necessitate the entire “thee” and “thou” thing. I also don’t particularly enjoy using these excessive archaisms for bungo because 19th - 20th century English literature doesn’t sound like this. It sounds more like extremely formal and verbose modern English, so I prefer to use that and throw in some outdated words from time and time again for similar effect. Of course, one could argue that 19th/20th century Japanese literature isn’t necessarily an exact approximation of 19th/20th century English literature, but bah, humbug. I don’t think anyone but me gives a damn about this anyway. Overall, I liked his speech style quite a bit besides that.

Also really enjoyed the use of “wee bit leery of lending more”. The “wee” almost suggests a British accent, and I will be the biggest advocate of British English Gentarou until the day I die. The choice of dialect can make or break a translation (would love to talk about this sometime too), and using British English for him among an otherwise American English-speaking cast would be STELLAR and BRILLIANT.

I was not at all fond of the use of “D’oh!” as one of the little “Gh!” or “Urp!” noises. Sound effects don’t tend to make, but they can absolutely break a translation. (Also know that I criminally awful at sound effects, so this is the pot calling the kettle black.) “D’oh!” brings to mind Homer Simpson, which is okay for Dice, but not... not good at all for Hifumi. Funimation subber, if you are reading this... I’m sorry... I don’t... I don’t like it...

slaps the table with both hands GOD, “COFFEE AND CHILL” IN THE FLING POSSE RAP IS SUCH A BRILLIANT LINE. (Original was “珈琲タイム” iirc - lit. coffee time) (Also while I’m here, I love the fact that “coffee” is written in Gentarou’s bungo whereas “time” is written in the style of Ramuda’s English loan words. Even the way the lyrics appear onscreen is a mixture of FP’s various styles.) This is such a quick and easy way to provide background about Ramuda’s flirtatious nature and put in a bit of harmless innuendo that often appears in Ramuda songs. This also handily explains the entire “Want to go grab a bite to eat?/How about we get a cup of tea?” thing that appears often in Japanese but is less natural in English. Who thought of this? You’re a genius. You deserve a medal.

I have Jakurai use phrases containing the word “I” a lot (in phrases like “I suppose that x”, “I’m afraid that y”, etc) as a way of softening his speech and making it sound like he’s more ... personally responsible for the words coming out of his mouth, I guess. The translator used quite a bit of those similar phrases, as I mentioned previously, which surprised me a good bit. They also used the phrase “I assure you” which is AN AMAZING line for Jakurai. It gives him a much firmer tone than I normally write him with but also suggests by way of similar sounds “reassuring” the listener and overall making him sound more confident and capable. This is so good. I’m going to steal it.

Overall, I thought it was a really solid translation with a lot of thought clearly put into it. I’m excited to see more work from this subber. Mr. Josh Cole, you are killing it. Huge shoutout as well to Kotonoha Consulting and Sarah Alys Lindholm for their work with the lyrics. Incredibly strong effort. Loved it.

On the other hand, it was a bit affirming to me to see that the quality wasn’t vastly different from some of my latest efforts. There were none of the awkward lines which are still prone to crop up in my work, and it was a good bit more creative than what I can normally produce. Additionally, Hypmic is, relatively speaking, fairly easy to translate if you ignore the god damn raps. All that being said... of course I won’t have the same experience as someone who has quite literally been working in Japanese teaching or translation for as long as I’ve been alive, but it’s enough to make me think that I can, conceivably, start selling my work for money in a couple more years. Whoo. Have to celebrate the little victories.

I’m so sorry to anyone who started reading this in the hopes that it would get interesting. It didn’t.

[ramzawrites]

yeah, krabs does vibe alot at phil and technos place! c!krabs and c!icarus live in the tundra so its not a far walk! id imagine c!krabs decided to live there because it was the best place to go where there wasnt war or conflict since she doesnt really pick a side when it comes to that.

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH I DONT KNOW WHY I ALWAYS GET SO RILED UP WHEN TALIKNG ABOUT C!KRABS' LORE WITH C!QUACKITY BUT MMMMMMM

soso basically c!krabs was forced by c!dream to help build the obsidian detonator cause he had some info on her (shes very secretive and tries to be as invulnerable as possible) and was like

"if you dont help im spreading this lmao"

so then c!krabs was like

"bruh i guess i kinda have to now so okay"

so while she was helping build the detonater C!QUACKITY SAW AND TOOK IT OUT OF CONTEXT but he kept it to himself for the time being. once c!krabs was done with her part she dipped and was back at her place when c!tommy commed her and asked for backup once they started blowing up sh-t so she begrugingly went cause c!philza had told her how she shouldnt get more people to hate her

so she gets there and c!quackity gets all pissy and doesnt let her explain when she tries to so shes like

"oh my gosh whatever imma go fight these withers or whatever later skaters"

WHEN C!QUACKITY TRIES TO KILL HER AND HITS HER WITH HIS WEAPON WHILE SHE WAS WALKING AWAY

luckily it was the iron part of her body so it didnt hurt but she gave him a big ol slice on his chest and was all like

"quit being a child you child"

and essentially spat on him and went to throw hands with the withers

AND HE ALSO CALLS C!KRABS IRON FREAK CANONICALLY AND IM LIKE GRRRR BUT ALSO MMM PLOT

but anyways c!quackity is on his manipulation arc and trying to recruit people and he arrives at C!KRABS HOUSE, LETS HIMSELF IN MIND YOU AND BASICALLY MORALITY TRIPS HER INTO TALKING TO HIM.

so they talk and stuff, she tries to turn him down but hes like

"youre kinda useless and nothing and just an asset to peoples victory lmfao everyone you love is gonna leave you cause theyre better than you and youre boring and suck"

so she gets mad as she should and threatens to slice and dice him when he PULLS A KNIFE OUT ON HER AKA THE KNIFE HE MADE AFTER CUTTING OFF ONE OF HER IRON FINGERS THAT ONE TIME AND GOT IT MADe INTO A WEAPON TO SPITE HER

but yeah he threatens to kill her and when she tries to go for her weapon while hes distracted he slams her into a wall and everything just sorta floods her mind and she starts having a panic attack so hes like

"bruh ill let you calm down on your own cause you kinda hate me but i also understand how bad panic attacks are or whatever"

so they make a deal to duel and whoever wins gets their preffered outcome

THiS MAN CHEATS RIGHT WHEN C!KRABS HAS HIM ALMOST DEAD HE TAKES A SLOW FALLING POTION AND FLOATS OFF OF THE NEEDLE (the duel was being held there) AND IS ALL LIKE "LMAO I GOT A COUNTRY TO RUN HMU THO IF YOU STILL WANT THAT PLOT OF LAND AHA"

SO YEAH A LITTLE BIT OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT BUT STILL HATE C!QUACKITYS GUTS (in the au of course, his character is immaculate)

I'm seriously gonna start biting c!Quackity >:( Yo he is so horrible to c!kabs???? What the hell, I mean it fits his charcter but >:((((

c!krabs is a real badass! I hope she gets out of that situation somehow! Does that mean she is now begrudingly a part of Las Nevadas? Does that mean she is going to live there in case that is the situation?

What about Philza, Techno, Tommy etc? Where they there at the duel? Do they even know? What about c!Icarus? Do they know?

man I am so worried abt c!krabs ;w; I'm gonna start throwing hands with an ipad kid >:(