#pt 1 at least

[aaron04jpg]

A message to my younger self:

"Enjoy the butterflies, enjoy being naïve

Enjoy the nerves, the pressure, people not knowing your name.

Enjoy the process of making a name for yourself, getting faster and faster with each lap and meeting some great people along the way

Bring friends along. Bring family along. Don't assume they'll be a distraction. Don't be afraid to surround yourself with people you care about and love"

- Danny Ric, 2021

[normal-about-charcters]

Im starting my first Lancer game (im the gm) next week with a session 0, basically just getting my players the resources they need (comp/con and the lcp for Solstice Rain) and i have some immediate thoughts

1. Im using Foundry VTT hexes, and its a nightmare trying to get them to fit and work, especially since i dont know the math needed for it

2. Comp/con is a godsend even if just for organization (also being able to import PCs tho not npcs TT-TT)

3. The Lancer system in Foundry is really nice and simple to use when you actually learn how to set it up

4. Im gonna need to set up a tutorial map so that my players can learn how to use it on their end, and so that i can know how to actually set up the maps (i dont want them to see my reinforcements before its too late)

5. Im not sure how long its going to take, but i think 3hrs (or the end of mission 1) until i decide whether to end it for the night or not is reasonable

Im pretty anxious, but i can definitely do this. or at least follow the script

[atmospheral]

"You surprise me, with all your talk of breaking the cycle of violence. And now this?" Mihawk mutters.  "I surprise you," Zoro repeats, leaning in closer almost conversationally. "Let me ask you this: have you ever seen a wild animal and been sure it wouldn't bite? Because I haven't." —Ch. 20, Tiger by the Tail by Vandereer (@dandunn) 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

[coolerhope]

The phantom thieves fucking around in Saes Palace and telling Akechi that while in the metaverse, he needs a code name AND that he can only speak with a fake accent to truly conceal his identity.

Akechi knows they're lying through their teeth but can't dispute it. The phantom thieves knows that he knows that they're lying but wants to see if he'd actually go through with it.

[softquietsteadylove]

[ice queen and tyrant king AU]

thena using Gil and his tattoos as a coloring book after she finds some skin safe markers. I feel like in this au thena would secretly really enjoy physical touch and she would really like when Gil holds her. I also feel like this is the first step for her becoming more vulnerable to Gil as a whole, kind of letting her guard down more that before ❤️ so can I request that this be part one and her admitting that she likes it when Gil holds her be part two?

lots of love! Your writing is truly amazing!

The Tyrant King never used to consider himself a heavy sleeper. A sleeper, sure, maybe even the occasional nap after watching the races and having a few beer. But he was never the type to have a nap just because.

But now...well, Thena's office couch was becoming awfully familiar to him.

They'd had one of their 'meetings'. He had come over to her office, gotten dropped off, waited for her to finish with a real meeting. Then they were on each other. She was bossy, as always (hot). She grabbed him, kissed him, climbed on top of him like he was her property (yes ma'am).

They had worn each other out, heavily sated after the fact. But she had more work to do while he had cleared his schedule for the afternoon. He had done so specifically in hopes that he might squeeze in some more time with her afterward.

Which he wasn't supposed to do.

He was well aware Thena looked at their arrangement with the sterile, clinical eye of a business woman. She fit him into her day the way she would fit in an appointment for a massage. And he was supposed to view it the same way. A situationship at best, as the kids would say--a bootycall, as he considered it.

And maybe it would be easier to think of it that way if she weren't so perfect for him. His heart leapt at the thought of her calling or texting him. Even a business email thinly veiling an invitation to come over. He was excited for it; everyday held new potential for her to call upon him again. Maybe he should feel used, he thought at one time.

But every time they were together, he knew she felt it too. She didn't want to, that was for damn sure. His Ice Queen approached her own feelings the same way she approached an overly friendly business arrangement; ignore it, and hope it just leaves of its own accord.

But when they kissed, he knew she reciprocated genuinely. His hands on her felt just as good to her--just as natural. He could just...tell. And when they made love, he knew she felt everything he was feeling. It was too good, too mind blowing, too addictive to not be true.

If only he could get her to see it that way.

His Ice Queen was a guarded woman. He couldn't begrudge her that. She had her reasons for keeping herself closely protected. He knew she kept a tight circle of friends in the Poison Princess and the Lightning Thief, she might have even been on friendly terms with Ajak. But she wasn't a social creature. Letting him into her world was a risk.

The squeak of a highlighter burrowed into his ear and he whined in complaint. He could hear her light, purring laughter (the vixen). He attempted to turn onto his side and bury his face in her dress, but she kept him on his back, his head in her lap.

If she didn't want him to fall in love with her, she could have just sent him away. But instead she let him sleep on her office couch after wearing himself out. Sometimes she would even pick up his head and let it rest in her lap while she was working. Like now.

He cracked an eye open, still feigning some sleep as he stole a peek. She was looking at some documents, highlighting on occasion, and then the highlighter would drift away as she continued reading.

There was a tickle on his skin, and he realised the highlighter was dotting and dragging against his arm. He could have thought it was something she was doing absentmindedly, her hand doing one thing while her mind focused on another.

But she was working on specific areas. She would highlight a line and then her right hand would drag the highlighter down the lines of one of the dragons slithering up his arm. She would highlight another number and then she would dot its eyes in with neon green.

Maybe he would tell her not to if it wasn't kinda cute.

He didn't always get to see his Ice Queen unguarded. It was a good sign that she was relaxed enough to let him lounge with her like this at all. And to see her working, going over her numbers, in her element--he wouldn't change it for anything in the world.

Thena examined another line on the page. She squinted at it a little. Maybe it was because of what it said. Or maybe she would need glasses. The thought of an older Thena, glasses and more-silver-than-blonde hair entered his mind and only made him more smitten. Not that she wouldn't fucking kill him for thinking such things.

Another line of colour got added to his dragon tattoo. And he really couldn't bring himself to mind it. She could scribble all over him if it meant he got to stay, got to gaze up at her adoringly, maybe even got to convince her to have dinner with him?

"I know you're awake, Gilgamesh."

He sighed, giving up on his charade but not moving from his spot. "I thought I was doing a pretty good job."

She glanced away from her work sparingly. But she had a faintly amused smile on those amazing lips. "It was truly awful, I'm afraid. Your breathing changes so steeply when you're awake."

He pouted faintly, but so long as he was poised the way he was, he was able to look up at Thena. The lights flush with her office ceiling were set low, shining down on them with mercy. They caught in the diamonds on her ear cuff and her other earrings, and in the comb securing some of her hair out of her face.

She sparkled, his Ice Queen.

Thena set aside the papers and really smiled at him. "Sleep well?"

He grinned up at her. Her hand was resisting the urge to trail over him affectionately, hovering over him but not making contact. "Damn well. You sure you don't wanna join me, Princess?"

She puffed out a laugh. "Some of us have businesses to run."

"Hey, I do great business," he protested, just to see her lips upturned in amusement. "And my very capable underlings are running it as we speak."

"Hm," she sufficed to say, looking at her figures again.

Gil shimmied on top of her thigh. She frowned down at him for jostling her but he dragged his other arm out from the crack of the couch to lie over his front. His shirt was still deeply unbuttoned from their earlier activities, and he had rolled his sleeves up before dozing off. "You should get this one, too."

Thena actually looked a little sheepish, her earlier idle activity being caught and reflected upon. But seeing his eagerness, she sighed. She obliged him, positioning his other arm for herself. "I would have thought colour of this degree didn't suit you, Tyrant."

He didn't care if she wanted to use a pink highlighter and colour in every tattoo on his body. Okay, maybe he was getting carried away. But that was just the effect this woman had on him.

Thena started with dotting in the eyes of his other dragon to match, then adding some scales to it. "You could always return to your own office."

Some might have taken that as an open invitation to leave. But he knew his Ice Queen better than that. She was asking if he wanted to go home rather than let her scribble on him. Her day demanded more of her, and maybe the prize of the end of the day with her wasn't enough for him to stick around for two more hours.

But he was happy as a clam. In truth, she could have called him over in the morning and ignored him for the rest of the day. He could chill in her office, play around on his phone, whatever. It would still be preferable to moping around in his own office daydreaming about her.

"I'm happy here," he told her with the utmost honesty. Thena valued honesty; some might say that was why she was always so direct herself.

Her smile softened and he caught that shy twinkle in her eye; the part of her that always seemed a little embarrassed at being caught feeling happiness. What a sin for his poor Ice Queen.

"Are you?" he dared to ask, even knowing it could get him in trouble. She finished the layer of cloud she was working on before looking at him again. She raised a brow. "Happy?"

Her mask was flawless, but he could see a little Thena behind it, battling it out with the Ice Queen's shield. "Do not ask me such things, Tyrant."

Says the woman with his head in her lap, he couldn't help but think. But the longer he waited, the less Thena could resist. She coloured in another twist of fog before setting her papers aside. His eyes slid closed as she leaned down, craning her neck to kiss him.

This was what he was talking about; when they kissed, he knew she was the woman for him. Like they were made for each other. If he died on the job the very next day he'd come back for her. Maybe as a ghost, maybe he'd get reincarnated into some other shmuck's body. Maybe he'd come back as a cat, or a stray dog she would take pity on.

And he would love her just as much - probably even more - in that life, and in any he had with her.

Okay, he was definitely letting himself get carried away.

He rose slightly, trying to follow her lips with his. But she pushed him back to lie down. He pouted at her. "Come on, Ice. Do you have more meetings?"

She shook her head at him, but her fingers slipped into the opening of his shirt, tapping over his heart. "No."

So...they could go another round...?

"Let me finish this, at least," she chided him. This was why she was the diamond Queen, Gil lamented.

He resigned himself to it, lying back down and closing his eyes again. "Fine, but think of what you want for dinner, since I'm gonna be here."

"Hm."

Yes!--mission succeeded, she would let him stay for dinner. His Ice Queen thought herself so frosty and hard to reach. But he could feel how warm her touch was, lingering on his skin. Her hand was always dancing that line, sometimes allowing her the luxury of touching him, sometimes resisting that closeness. But the desire she had to be close to him assured him that this wasn't so one-sided a love.

"I'll have it delivered, I suppose, since your driver went back to Koreatown."

He tried not to seem like he was grinning. "Guess so."

She poked him in the cheek; he was definitely smiling too much. "So, I will have to drive you home too, is what you're saying."

He didn't mind being transparent for her. He liked offering her that as a gesture of good will. The more easily she could read him, the more she would allow him the same (maybe).

She gifted him with another kiss as a reward, even if she didn't see it that way. "Insufferable man."

And yet she was still here, suffering him all the time. Everyday, at this point. And the only thing he was suffering was love (too much?).

[spockvarietyhour]

Stargate Universe "Air Pt. 1"

[filurig]

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[enbyboiwonder]

Of course I don’t think about writing a fic involving freeing the imps until the next day. I’m not sure I have a save from before then. I might have a quick save. Might. I don’t remember when/where I last quicksaved. Though that’s moot if my dad decides to play NWN2 today instead of sticking to NWN1 and/or BG3 as he has been these past few days.

I’m trying to convince myself not to start over just for that if I don’t, but trying to find a let’s play where they talk to the imp both times and also have Casavir in their party seems. incredibly daunting. It’s not like there’s only one opportunity to talk to him either, or any guarantee that everyone will—I didn’t the first time; I didn’t get around to it and forgot. This time, I talked to him the first time I was back there but didn’t realise you could find him and talk to him again after he flies off until after the trial.

[saintfrenetic]

been rewatching gravity falls with boyfriend. i knew I'd missed a lot of episodes due to not personally having cable (friend's house, she was real into it). boyfriemd fell asleep and im not tired, so i finallt started owl house (interested in the concepts, MANY friends have recommend it)

anyways. stan & eda 4ever. im drunk, ive watched one (1) episode of owl house (lie but no it isnt. ive SEEN more than this episode. i dont remember FUCK because it was a) not the whole episode or b) was but i was SO stoned. not lying...not true either. ha ha)

[trustherkindheart]

Chicago better apologize to Ludmilla because she gave everything to get that win and they still let her down

[radaverse]

How is tower of mistakes chapter 3.alone together going? You still working on it or stop it and decided to cancel it? I am not asking to finishing it faster there is no rush I am just curious? Since it’s been almost a year and I got worried that you stopped I like your art by the way

I've actually been posting updates meanwhile.. It's neither. I'm not working on it rn but didn't cancel it either I've been planning a remake. I just put it on hold for a while because I had no means to keep drawing, but recently I bought a graphics tablet and have been getting the hang of it. The thing is that college is not letting me draw any more than the ocassional doodle or drawing. I'd have to wait until midJune to be able to draw my comics again

Also thank you ^^

[raiiny-bay]

one pose done :-)

[chai-en-kaadhale]

Hawaii part ii and Simon Petrikov does this make any sense

[ningtual]

tbz are the prime example in that if you're hot enough you can pull off anything no matter how bad it is (the entirety of phantasy era)

[allalrightagain]

How is it already almost april????

[im-still-a-robot]

Near future (2099) dnd campaign trying to wrangle my fellow players into making up literally any kind of media. Why is our party made exclusively of people with pop culture knowledge 70 years out of date