#EXPLOSION. anyway

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Day 39– ARBITER'S GROUNDS

Weird Gross Skinned Things in the Sand that burn in the light!?!? The desert is WET? We are not off to a good start.

(This totk au is called Familiar Familiar! It all started when Zelda did not get whisked back in time and devolved from there.)

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[dr-rato]

Some "animation" (it literally has like 2 frames idk) i've been workin on :D

[caffichai]

Darknights Memoir was a bit confusing to me

[Bluesky]

[wtfforged]

my campaign hiatus has gone on for too long so to cope ive combined my interests at their maximum potency and had some dnd-strawhats thoughts

thoughts in depth under read more... :)!

this is SO self indulgent. their designs literally did not change. but i am a firm believer that dnd doesnt have to be european high fantasy. and also one piece literally IS fantasy. no changes are necessary to fit into dnd. ive already imagined plenty of campaign/oneshot ideas inspired by one piece. so this was basically just an exercise of trying to replicate their canon abilities in dnd 5e as much as possible without totally homebrewing everything. well. aside from luffy. you just cant take away or change his stretching.

LUFFY: (human monk. drunken master subclass. outlander)

the only plain human of the crew to balance out with the fact that he still has rubber powers. obviously a monk. but drunken master subclass specifically because i think the flavor(not the fact that its about being a drunkard) and abilities both fit him really well. this line in the subclass' flavortext especially fits him: "A drunken master often enjoys playing the fool to bring gladness to the despondent or to demonstrate humility to the arrogant, but when battle is joined, the drunken master can be a maddening, masterful foe."

ZORO: (tiefling fighter. samurai subclass. bounty hunter)

a fighter with the samurai subclass is so very incredibly obvious... but i actually had a lot of fun geeking out while comparing the abilities to what he can do in canon; Fighting Spirit, Rapid Strike, and Strength Before Death especially! tiefling is also pretty on the nose for his demon pirate hunter shtick and asura form, but i thought he'd be really human-passing for a tiefling and theorized about his tail getting cut off at some point or another before joining the strawhats. initially wasnt gonna give him a feat, but i gave sanji a feat so i thought itd be unfair to not give him one as well, so sentinel fits the bill pretty well i think!

NAMI: (tabaxi rogue. arcane trickster subclass. criminal)

cat burglar -> full grown literal humanoid cat. this one is INCREDIBLY self indulgent... i love... cats... theres nothing deeper to this and no other reasoning. i took cat burglar and ran with it. can you tell that i love izutsumi dungeon meshi? rogue for the aforementioned burglar-ing as well, and the arcane trickster subclass for when she picks up climatact! the mage hand will be very useful for her pickpocketing. in the future as she levels up with timeskip, i can totally see her multiclassing into wizard as well! weather wizard!

USOPP: (lightfoot halfling artificer. artillerist subclass. urchin)

I HAD SO MUCH FUN THINKING ABOUT HIS CHARACTER SHEET. halfling's Naturally Stealthy ability lets him hide behind his crewmates since theyre (almost) all bigger than him, so its perfect for hiding behind zoro or sanji all the time. Lucky is also perfect for him, and I think Brave fits pretty well too when he puts on the sogeking mask. artillerist artificer is also very fun! tinkering and making magic items for his crew, and i think Eldritch Canon or Arcane Firearm could both be easily reflavored as kabuto or any of his inventions. for emphasizing his sniper-ness, the spell sniper feat was also necessary. i think hes my favorite of all the concepts. big ears and long nose combo is so cute to me.

SANJI: (half-elf monk. drunken master subclass. guild artisan (cook!))

race was mostly based on vibes i wont lie. squints. and that vinsmoke balogna or whatever too ig. but mostly vibes. along with the idea that i think a dwarf zeff raising him would be really funny and cute. monk is also obvious, and same subclass as luffy for mostly the same reasons. though the flavor fits him much less, i think the abilities still fit him perfectly, and this blurb specifically; "Your martial arts technique mixes combat training with the precision of a dancer." i really wanted to give him a different subclass from luffy, but i dislike all the other monk subclasses a lot and i found none of them fit him as well anyways, so to try and give them SOME differences, i gave him the crusher feat.

CHOPPER: (awakened deer(shifter statblock) cleric. life subclass. hermit)

this ones definitely a mouthful im sorry. awakened deer for obvious reasons, but due to magic instead of devil fruit stuff. when i was struggling with his race, i looked a lot at shifter because of his forms, but it occurred to me that itd be super cool if he could shift between all of the different shifter options instead of being stuck with just one to replicate his rumble balls. something like heavy point/guard point=beasthide, horn point/arm point(?maybe?)=longtooth, walk point/jumping point=swiftstride, and brain point=wildhunt. hed definitely need some kind of nerf though to balance out that homebrew... and cleric for class. duh.

ROBIN: (high elf wizard. order of scribes subclass. criminal)

robin is definitely the one i struggled the most with just because of her class. elf came pretty easily- shes very elegant and i think shed look cute with super long ears- and i landed on high elf instead of wood elf for the int-based abilities. i was really on the fence between sorcerer and wizard for her because i knew shed be a full spellcaster, but i didnt feel that any of the subclasses really fit her. i ended up going with wizard for order of the scribes since it focuses on texts and knowing everything. but also because robin with a flying talking sentient book would be crazy cool. it could also be similar to how she spawns mouths and eyes places to talk to or watch people. my "fuck it, why not. this would be rad. its my house" mindset kicked in with her i will admit. also the One with the Word ability made me cackle out loud when i read it. thats the funniest ability ever. anyways, i cant really think of a way to replicate her powers, but maybe we could just reflavor a bunch of spells to be her limbs or clutch; hold person, maximillian's earthen grasp, or evard's black tentacles. thatd probably work okay, and theres a handful of spells to replicate her ability to spawn eyes or mouths. unrelated, but i imagine nico olvia to be a drow. why? her hair is white. i am a simple man!

[wachtelspinat]

can't believe i've drawn a mini comic to deliver a stupid dirty joke.

also whenever he can, roadie makes it his personal mission to sneak up on rat, catching him off guard with dad kaliber-like jokes.

[hrokkall]

Burn bright /// burn out

[hey-hey-j]

this started as me just wanting to do a side-by-side of her two holiday outfits and it quickly spiraled from there lol

(★ my Kofi)

[technically-human]

Part two of the reverse verse is here! The reverse boys meet the original boys. They're not really getting along as well as I had hoped...

Again, this was a commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are and they asked for angst/funny vibes... I think it's mostly just angst though. Oh, well...

Part one

[drinkingdeadpeopletea]

do you guys remember in critical role campaign 2 episode 12 when caleb tried to steal the spell scroll during their "leave no trace" mission and fjord promptly put a sword to his throat. and then nott pulled her crossbow on fjord and fjord went "either we're a team, or you're working for yourselves. decide." i MISS those crazy bastards!!!!!!!

[fisherrprince]

Instead of writing a fanfic like a normal person this oneshot turned into two separate, contextless things,

[pigswithwings]

IED:: 'utilize hastily made minor explosive' ; 'chance for great explosion'

[breadandblankets]

"Bruce Thomas Wayne!" the roar of a cycle cuts off abruptly and the yell rings through the cavern of the batcave.

Batman, suited up for the night, freezes stock still where he was reviewing some notes.

He turns, slowly, to greet his mentee.

"Hello Duke," he says as the Signal stalks forward.

"Fucking tell me when you put something new in my kit." Duke looks angry, an uncommon sight all things considered, especially pointed at Bruce. It happens, every now and then of course, they're all human.

Bruce wracks his brain for what of the changes to Duke's kit he could be referring to and coming up blank. No matter.

"I did," he states.

"Nuh uh," Duke shakes his head. "We ain't doing this,"

"I don't know what 'this' is."

"Yes you do, you do it to all of us," Duke crosses his arms over his chest with a very pointed look. It's the look Duke usually gives him when Duke thinks Bruce is a moron. "Now admit you were wrong."

"I-"

"Ah! Head like a steel trap fucker," Duke says, tapping his temple. "I know my rights."

Bruce sighs, while he's pretty sure he did tell Duke, there was still every possibility he didn't. And knowing Duke, the kid was probably right. The intensity of this conversation however, speaks of a story, and probably an incident.

"What's the damage?"

"Wayne Tech data center #2"

"Oh," that will be a fun report to read. "Good."

"Yeah, good, now only you get to pay for your dumbassery."

Bruce nods in agreement.

"Noted."

"Scared the shit outta me man," Duke tosses his hands in the air. "Tell me! Next time!"

Ah, there's the real issue. Bruce nods again, making a mental note to send all of the recent changes to Duke after this conversation.

"Will do."

Duke gives him another look, and sighs a little under his breath.

"Finish the sentence," Duke says. "I'm not your mama."

"No," Bruce replies, with a hit of amusement. "I imagine not."

"Funny, now..." Duke waves his hand in Bruce's general direction, as if to prompt him to say his lines over.

"I'm sorry Duke."

"Good," Duke claps his hands together and smiles widely at him. "Have a nice night!"

Duke's a good kid, will be an even better man. Even when they're yelling at each other, Bruce can never be any less than immensely proud of him.

He can't wait to see who he will become.

"You too," he says. Then, because he remembers that Duke's probably hungry after patrol: "There's leftover enchiladas in the fridge."

"Fuck yeah!" Duke punches a hand in the air.

There's a lull in sound in the cave for a moment before Bruce hears talking from a little bit away.

"Oh hey Jason," that's Duke still, probably putting away his gear in his batcave locker.

"What the fuck did you do?" Jason replies in a furtive whisper-yell, still more than audible to Bruce.

"Going to have to give me more than that."

"B just apologized, B never apologizes." Ouch, Bruce thinks. He's not that bad is he?

Is he?

"Who are you?" Jason continues.

"Skill issue," and Bruce can hear the smirk in Duke's voice.

"No, wait, get back here!"

[st-hedge]

What was that really beautiful wording used to describe characters I like— ah that’s it, sad sacks of issues. That’s this guy right here

[aka-indulgence]

Fragile Tank

TFP!Shockwave x Human!Reader (Hurt/Comfort) (I think this is GN!Reader bc I don’t remember writing any pronouns fdilfjd)

I have a soft spot for Shockwave. TFP Shockwave is the hottest really cool to me. I keep thinking about angst/comfort with all the Shockwaves I know so far… and Shockwave’s backstory in TFP makes me 😭 I want to be there if his eye gets shattered

So here’s a story about you staying with him when he’s blinded 🥹

—————

Shockwave awoke to pain, first. Pulsing from his legs up, but most importantly… searing from his eye. An explosion broke out during a struggle with the Autobots. He doesn’t remember the details anymore, which is concerning. Clearly it’s done enough damage to him, considering his aching frame.

His eye’s shattered. Multitudes of heavy objects covered his lower side, rubble from the explosion surely- he couldn’t see. He couldn’t hear anything other than the involuntary sounds of pain emerging from his voicebox.

It’s happening again.

“Knockout.” Is the first he calls. The doctor often assisted him in his scientific pursuits, he’s most likely to have been on site.

There is no response.

“Soundwave.” The Decepticon most capable in dire situations.

“Lord Megatron.” Perhaps his master had been there to witness the events that transpired.

“... Starscream.”

What a joke.

Shockwave’s alone.

He tries to use his communications to contact him once again, the most likely to hear him. “Soundwave?”

… No response. His internal communications shouldnt've been compromised, but he doesn’t think he is able to find a good channel in his broken lab.

Metal claws rake across the coarse floor.

They’ve forgotten about him again. Abandoned, left for dead.

No one’s coming. He used to assume that someone would, that they would send a recovery team for him, but Shockwave’s since learnt that that’s not happening. He’s stranded alone on the planet he once called home but is now his prison. Nothing but ruins and the dead.

He had just reunited with the Decepticons a few deca-cycles ago. Who knew that his time with them would last only a little while before he was sent back to his prison?

How foolish was Shockwave, to think that it wouldn’t happen again. How long is he to be resigned on Cybertron this time? Are they going to come back soon? Or is he going to have to spend another eons alone on this forsaken planet?

Maybe Megatron will finish the Omega Lock , return to Cybertron and revive the planet. But considering Shockwave isn’t there to assist, it'd be illogical to assume he would return quickly.

No one’s coming for him.

Having survived this before, Shockwave understands that logically, the probability of him being reaching the other end safe is high. He has experienced worse injuries, and though his eye is his biggest vulnerability, it is not irreplaceable. He can rise and repair himself fairly easily, and once he’s done that the absence of other cybertronians made it easy for him to focus purely on science for its own sake.

He's proven he could.

… But he can’t find the strength to pick himself out of the rubble. A crushing feeling resides in his chest, which has no obvious cause, there’s no rubble on his chest- yet it feels heavy just the same.

What pathetic unnecessary feelings.

There is no use dwelling on it. If he can’t overcome it now, then his best course of action is to go shut himself down, go into a recharge cycle. Smother the irrelevant sensations arising from within his chassis. The thought of going offline just for a few cycles sounds so appealing. Uncaringly, he lets his head fall to the ground with a thud.

…

“Shockwave?”

His finials straighten. There is movement in the lab, though he couldn’t see what.

He must have sustained more damage than he thought he did. His malfunction so severe that for a moment he thought he heard–

“Shockwave!”

Y/n?

He hears you running across the debris, a faint silhouette moving in the distance. You were panting from the strain, but your worry and alarm are clear in your breaths. When you reach him you reach for the side of his head, as if you could cradle it with your tiny hand.

“Sh-Shockwave!” You panic, wildly looking about him. You sound so worried, he can't help but bask in it, audials wiggling, pain fading.

How are you here? Why are you here?

Does it matter?

“Are you ok? Are you still—? … Your eye!” Are you crying? Your voice sounded wet, and from what little he could see of your face, you look despaired. Why did that make him happy? He never enjoyed it when you were upset, before.

“P-please, tell me you’re ok,”

His antennas settles. “Y/n. You’re here.”

He doesn’t believe you’re real. How could you be?

You release a soft sigh of relief at his voice.

“Of course I’m here…” your voice shakes.

“You stayed.”

“W-what else am I supposed to do?”

"Ah… were you trapped too?"

"N-no… the ground bridge was open for us. But there was that explosion… I-I couldn't just leave you!"

Realization hit him.

“You came back for me.” He says, dream-like. He can't believe you.

Shockwave isn’t spiritual by any means. But seeing you here felt like a miracle, as if Primus himself had sent you to save him.

“Oh… Shockwave, what do I do…?” You curl against his face, small and scared. He lifts his hand, though it still stings with pain, to cup you. If he had normal optics (and if his wasn't shattered across the floor), he would close them, feel your warm body under his palm. His fingers lightly rest on you and start to feel; he can feel your hair shifting underneath, your clothes rustling against him, the softness of your skin where they were exposed. You’re shaking, but you lean into his hand. Such a small creature. How could something living be so small and delicate…?

You fill his spark chamber with warmth.

“You’ve got boulders on your legs,”

“Y/n,” he cut you off, gently. “Are you hurt?”

He doesn’t care about the pain or what kind of damage he sustained. All he can muster to care about right now is you.

“No no, you shielded me from the explosion, remember? You told me to stay back and covered me with your cannon, I’m– I’m fine, ok? We need to be worried about you. I’m worried about you,”

He shielded you? He doesn’t remember, it must’ve been a terrible explosion; but a quick scan of his memory drives shows it’s intact, which means no permanent damage had been inflicted.

If an explosion occurred while you were accompanying him, shielding you from the blast would be the only logical decision. Shockwave is a tank. He was formed to withstand heavy blows. He has and will survive worse. You? You’re a delicate, weak little organic with no armor, no weapons. Just a single blast from a vehicon would terminate you.

Shockwave used to think that it was the failings of the native species of earth. But he’s come to learn that fragility isn’t something to look down upon.

And yet despite your differences, the same delicate organic was the one worrying over the cybertronian tank. You have no idea what profound effect your words had on him, you make his antennas twitch.

His thumb finds your cheek and pets it.

“You aren’t supposed to be here. All logic concludes that cybertronian atmosphere should be toxic to humans. It is nothing short of a miracle you can stand and speak at all,”

He is grateful for your presence, he really is. But there was a pang of guilt, thinking of the fate he’s inadvertently subjected you to.

“What are you talking about?” You sound confused, which makes him hurt to elaborate.

“We’re isolated now. We are lightyears away from everyone we know of, or any life at all. We are stranded here. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have stayed for me.”

Maybe it would’ve been better for him to have been abandoned completely. No matter how much joy you brought him with your presence, it isn't worth risking your life for.

He doesn’t know what he’ll do with himself if your spark (heart?) were to extinguish so soon.

You’re quiet. Are you afraid? Are you thinking of your own mortality? Even if it weren’t for the atmosphere, Shockwave hated how short human lives were. Their entire lifespan is but a blink in his, something he never had to worry about but now, he—

“Shockwave,” his name interrupts his thoughts. “We’re not on Cybertron.”

…

“No?”

Your voice is calm, matter-of-fact. “We’re on earth. We might be stuck in a cave right now, but we’re not lightyears away from everyone we know, and certainly not from any life. Haha… I think I saw some weird cave bugs in here. We’re surrounded by forests and animals and humans. I don’t think you're fan of that, but it’s life. And the Decepticons are on the Nemesis right now, flying somewhere around the earth, probably looking for you."

We're on earth?

“We’re not stranded alone, Shockwave. We just need to find our way out of here.”

His antennas twiddle, processing your information. You look so blurry without his lens to refocus his vision, but the light from the half-broken controls behind you illuminates you in soft hues, giving you an ethereal glow. You are the only thing that has made him feel this awed in a long time, something that isn't science. He can feel your breaths, your chest expanding and contracting in between his fingers.

How… marvelous you are, this tiny living organic.

“Shockwave? Shockwave…? say something,” you urge, “w-we can fix you, right? Shockwave??”

Did you have to, now? He doesn’t want to do anything else other than hold you close. Just for a little longer.

His silence makes you presume the worse however, and you shake one of his fingers.

“Shockwave! D-don’t go offline, please? There… there must be something I can do, right?”

You still when the scientist starts to laugh, a deep, resounding chuckle that shook your entire body. It’s a strange sound, even to Shockwave’s own audials. He never laughs. But the fact that you thought that pitiful explosion was enough to kill him permanently, tickled him.

It’s sweet. Funny, but sweet.

He feels something wet on your cheek, and he deduces that your tears have overflown. Delicately, he wipes it with miniscule movements of his thumb. He doesn���t want to see you crying, even if he can’t see it in high resolution.

Besides, there isn’t much you could do to help him on your own, that’s Shockwave’s job… but something does come to mind.

“If we are on earth, then I assume we are on my off-site lab. I’ve ensured to have a spare lens in all my labs, after the… incident on Cybertron. You can access it with a function on the panel. It should be small enough for you to carry.”

You nod, shakily. “O… ok. I can do that.”

You move to stand up but are immediately yanked back. Shockwave’s sharp fingers shut around your body like a bear trap, restrained in his fist. You look back at him with alarm, and Shockwave can feel your racing heartbeat.

“Shockwave?”

…

“Don’t leave.”

Suddenly he can’t bare the thought of having you away from him. The idea of being alone on the ground again, unable to see you makes something in his spark react violently, and his fingers squeeze you.

He hears your breathing. Nervous. Scared, even.

“I-I’m. I’m not leaving,” you assure him. “I’m going to get your spare eye, like you said. Then we’re going to fix your eye.”

That is the necessary actions for Shockwave to recover. Yet he still finds himself hesitant.

Nonetheless, the Decepticon releases you from his grasp, and lowers his antennas (he didn’t even realize they’ve shot straight up.)

You walk to the control panel. The further you go, the blurrier your form becomes, the more you blend in with everything around you, and you were nothing more than a moving blob in his vision.

“Don’t go far.”

His voice was a mix between commanding and something like a frightened sparkling. It's a lot shaky than he would've liked. Normally he would’ve called it pathetic if he wasn’t so terrified in this moment.

“I’m still here,” you remind him. Your voice comes from the control panel, perhaps while you were finding a way to scale it.

He wasn’t asking for reassurance, but Shockwave finds himself reassured anyway. Your voice calms him down. You were further away from him so you had to raise your voice, but still it sounded small. Everything you did sounded small. It’s one of his favorite things about you. The sounds of struggle as you finally reach the top of the control panel, of your feet running on the keyboard. Even from here with his poor vision, he could see the big exaggerated movements you were doing with your body just to operate the control panel, things Shockwave could’ve done simply by reaching with his hand and tapping his fingers.

If he were human, he would describe you like a mouse running through his laboratory. It’s cute.

Finally, with a hiss, you open a drawer under the panels and with a huff, you pick up the lens. He can’t tell how you got up there or how you’re going to get down, but you manage to do the latter easier than the former. The sight of your form becoming more distinct and sharper in his vision thoroughly excites him, and his antennas involuntarily wiggle in delight. Before you even reach him, Shockwave already has his hand extended to you.

Want to touch.

It curls around you by the time you reach his face.

“Thank you.”

It was unnatural for him to show gratitude. No Decepticon does, not much. But he wants you to know he appreciates you. His pointer and middle fingers land on your head and give it a satisfying rub, messing your hair. It feels so nice to touch you.

“Shockwave, your eye,”

You weren’t referring to his lens in your hands. He'd took out its shattered remains while you were busy fetching him the new one (he didn’t want the shards to injure you when you came back.) You’re looking right into his eye, in its most vulnerable form. A soft red glow from within his naked optic.

“It blinks when you talk,”

“It does slightly. It’s too miniscule, the lens too opaque for others to observe under normal circumstances.”

You’re paused.

“I… um. Sorry if this sounds bad considering how your eye is broken, but. I think it’s kind of cute,”

His antennas jolt.

“When you laughed earlier it was extra bright.”

… The patterns across his frame glow brighter, much to his chagrin.

"Oh… your…" your hands run across the lines and shapes on his body, making him glow brighter and his spark to shudder. He doesn't remember it ever doing something like that before.

"Why is it glowing-?"

"Not vital to our current situation." He blurts.

"O-oh right, sorry about that," you sounded chastised. But in reality, Shockwave just doesn't want you to be aware of his embarassing attraction.

You hold his lens in front of him. "Tell me what to do."

You sound so sure of yourself, so ready to help him, when you could've left when you had the chance, leave him damaged. He takes the lens in between his fingers, keeping his pointed claws away from it.

"You have done enough." He says earnestly. "I will do the next part."

When it clicks into place in the hollow of his optic, you come into focus. He can finally see you with all the details he's missed. He can see the folds in your clothing, your fingers curled at the base of your thighs, all the shapes that make up your face. You're no longer crying, but your eyes are a little red.

It reminded him that he isn't dreaming. You really did stay for him.

You smile at him.

It gives him the strength to push his way out of the rubble. The rocks and boulders that covered him were as light as sand to him. Of course, it was nothing to him, but the thought of being left alone weighed him down heavier than a mountain. Your presence made him feel like a proper cybertronian tank.

Gingerly, he scoops you into his hand and walks to the sparking, flickering panel.

A few taps of his fingers proves that "the communication link is damaged."

Just as he suspected. But it doesn't give him the sense of dread he'd felt earlier.

"How about your internal ones?"

"I have tried. With our main communications broken, I can't grasp a stable signal." He explains, his antennas probing the air for one.

You tap your chin.

"We should try to get out of here. Maybe the cave being blocked is interferring with it. Will it work if we get out of here?"

The both of you look at the blocked entrance. Nothing too taxing for Shockwave.

His antennas perk joyfully; his isolation won't last long, and really isn't an isolation at all, with your company.

"How wonderfully logical, my dear human."

[homocrafting]

Tuff Guys try SO hard to be all "we're not a team" and "we'll be together when it's convenient" and "it's really everyone by themselves" but then they'll have a collective mace that goes around, and they'll help each other get kills even when it's hopeless, and they turned all their attention into helping each other when one of them went under green, and they still have team meetings every start of session, and they still decided to pool their resources, and they still have a collective calling card, and in the beginning of session 7 Bdubs still says, "I know what I want, Tango knows what he wants, now what do you want?" and it's framed as a question about kills but it's not, not really, and Etho still doesn't really answer.

They say they're not a team, but they still call Etho a traitor as though you can betray something that apparently doesn't exist. They say they don't care, but Tango still tells Ren "Not gonna lie, I was going to get kinda sad that Bdubs was trying to kill me, but it's just you." (paraphrased, but still). There's that part when Tango and Bdubs are talking and they both come to the conclusion Tango can't trust him, and the thing is, Bdubs could have lied. He could have said sure you can, but he knows Tango knows because they know each other enough, because they've been a team enough times, because they are a team and that's what he'd've done.

Tuff Guys went into the alliance fully vocal about how it wouldn't work. This never leads good places for them. They're doing it anyway. They'll never admit it, not directly, not loud and clear, because it's hurt them enough times as is, but they still live next to each other and they still coordinated team attacks in session 7 and they still haven't committed to real distrust among them

All this to say that denial is a river and egypt and by god they are DIVING

[ei-encora]

Explosion family photo, early 1980s