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Sails of the Beryl Sea - Campaign Diary 1

Ahoy! My friends and I have been playing our piratey, text-based D&D game for just over a month now, and it has been a lot of fun. I thought it would be fun to share the adventure in the form of campaign diaries. I'll be posting the actual adventure (with only a few minor edits for clarity/concision) and some behind-the-scenes thoughts I have as DM.

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Next up is a quick overview of the game, with the actual adventure text under the cut.

Game Overview

I'm DMing, with two friends as player characters. Starting at level one, we have:

C is playing Osred, a human rogue. C has been playing with me for a few years now.

S is playing Finlay, a human warlock (Great Old One patron). S started playing earlier this year in another of my campaigns.

The adventure itself is a mix of published adventures and homebrew, all of it set in my world of Edora.

Some other specifics:

We play through text in a Discord server I run for just the three of us.

We use the Avrae bot for rolls in the adventure channel.

We use D&D Beyond for character sheets.

We don't play on any specific schedule - everyone just responds whenever they have a chance to do so. We try to ensure everyone gets a chance to think & respond any time their character could feasibly do something.

If anyone has any questions about the game setup, feel free to ask. This is a bit of an experiment to see what we think about a purely text-based game (and so far things are going well!)

DM Thoughts

Part 1 is below! This is roughly half of what I'm calling "The Prologue" for this silly game. Part 2 will finish up the Prologue posts, and I'll probably post that in a day or two.

As I was running this part of the campaign, things felt a bit haphazard. I needed to tie the character backstories together and move us towards the actual start of the adventure. Did I do much prep or planning for that? No!

My usual DM style is to prep and plan as much as possible, but sometimes you just don't have the time or energy for that. With this being a text game and an experiment, I've been doing things a little more loosey-goosey than normal. It kind of stressed me out a bit, but the players said they had fun with it - so I'm counting it as a win in the end. I think I benefit as a DM when I go out of my comfort zone a bit (in this case, trying to improv some story beats a bit more than I normally would.)

All that being said, I did have a lot of fun with it. As a DM I LOVE discovering what sorts of weirdo characters my players create, and these two did not disappoint. "Cthulhu prophet" and "craven pirate" were not what I expected in the slightest.

Things start to go off the rails (in a good way) in part 2, but this post was turning into a bit of a monster.

Onward to the stormy seas!

Once we finished creating characters and backstories, I let S start things off with his intro for Finlay.

S: In the prelight of dawn, the breeze rustled softly through the mainsail, and gentle creaking could be heard from the rigging as Finlay lowered himself to the deck. It had been another long night of restless dreaming, yet his mind was aflame. He had held his counsel long enough; it was time to tell the quartermaster.

Pasoos was overseeing the turnover of the watch. Perhaps a too-large man for a cramped life at sea, he was as formidable when grappling a cleat as a pirate. Pasoos watched implacably as Nit scampered up the rigging to take his place in the crow’s nest that Finlay had just vacated.

“Quar’master, Finlay off-duty and relieved by Nit.”

Pasoos nodded almost imperceptibly, indicating Finlay’s rank in both the crew and in Pasoos’ estimation. “Ah, um. Quar’master. Ther’ somethin’ more of my watch that need reportin’.”

Pasoos snorted irritably. “Somethin’ important enough post-watch, but not to call out during?”

Finlay stopped short, then pressed ahead. “Aye. Somethin’ butherin’ me, dream-like. Somethin’ fearsome.”

Pasoos was suddenly acutely attentive to Finlay. “Dreamlike, you say? Tell me—at what point during yer watch were dreams enterin’  mind?”

Finlay gaped for a moment, realizing the implications. However, he was resolved. “Curse it all, Pasoos, I’m tellin’ ye I’ve seen somethin’… somethin’ of the Deep!… foul and awesome both. Somethin’ what warrants notice of the Captain! I need to tell him… to tell him he has no idea what’s down there! We must change course to find out more!”

Pasoos considered Finlay cooly. “Yes. Agreed, this does merit the attention of the Captain.” At this, he gave a curt command to the powder monkey, who ran aft to the Captain’s cabin. Shortly thereafter, a hardened dwarf grumped up to the forecastle, casting a hard eye port and starboard in perpetual assessment of the seafaring readiness of crew and ship alike.

“Quartermaster. What issue have we that cannot be resolved in your capable hands?”

Pasoos gestured towards Finlay. “I believe Finlay can tell you everything you need to know about the situation.”

Finlay swelled with pride. It was about time his contribution was getting noticed! By now a small assemblage of other crewmen had congregated to see what was happening. Finlay explained, wild-eyed: “I tell ye, I’ve seen him! In dreams! The Great One of the Deeps stirs, and woe to those who don’t rush to his service! T’weren’t no matter when or where those dreams came, as they are an omen heeded by the wise! We need change course toward this place of my dreams! Please—“ and here he turned back to the captain, “Cap’n, surely you know we must go there!”

Whatever uncertainty the captain had nurtured upon first engaging with the Quartermaster was now resolved. He exchanged a brief look which carried the weight of a 20-pounder with Pasoos. “Yes… I’ll warrant you should show me where this place is, what merits such a course change.”

At this, the captain turned heel to his quarters, followed by Pasoos and Finlay. Once there, the captain spread out a map of the surrounding sea. “Where exactly is this place of dreams, then?”

Finlay immediately pointed to a small formation of rocks, which could have been mistaken for ink spatter to an eye untrained in reading seafaring maps. It would easily add a day to their voyage time. “Here cap’n! We must go here to learn more ‘bout this fearsome being. I’ve had dreams of… of…” His eyes glassed over as he attempted to consider what exactly it was that he had seen in his dreams. Something dreadful and awesome. Promises, hints, implications… He hit upon a word. “Riches! Yes, riches it was, beyond wildest comprehension!”

The captain nodded soberly. “The Starving Man’s Spit, the location of great riches? Of course. Would that I had seen it sooner myself.” His eyebrow twitched slightly as he spoke to Pasoos: “Set a course.”

-

The extra day’s travel was speeded by strong winds and clear skies. Finlay was rousted from his hammock at dusk; he was wanted topside.

When he arrived, he found the crew assembled and waiting for him. The Captain was there with Pasoos. The Starving Man’s Spit loomed of the starboard quarter. The Captain spoke like gravel:

 “I need no Mast proceedings to sort through this. Sleeping during watch. Spreading of malign rumors which would disquiet the crew. Slander of senior officers. In short, dereliction of duty and unfitness for sea. Whether you were dreaming or daydreaming on watch matters not to me.” He paused for effect as he surveyed the rest of the crew, then asserted: “A man who cannot execute his task is fit for execution.”

This elicited an uncanny silence from the crew. The captain turned back to Finlay: “Ye like to dream, is it? Ok then—no plank for you. The Starving Man’s Spit is known for turning men mad. And yer half there already as far as I can see. Ye can daydream yer last days there, before tossing yerself into the sea like so many Spitters before ye.”

Before he could respond, Finlay was hoisted into the air and summarily tossed overboard.

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DM: Finlay, roll a d4 for me.

Finlay rolls a 4.

DM: Four weeks.

Time is a strange sense. Seconds tick by with reliable, unstoppable familiarity, but our experiences can warp our sense of how time passes by. Joys pass by with a blink, and fear can stretch a moment into crystal clarity. Suffering can seem to fill a lifetime, flooding our memories until they drown under pain and misery.

You remember a stretched moment of falling before you hit the cold waters of the Beryl Sea. Flailing, breaking the surface, opening your eyes to see the light of sunset glinting off of crossbow bolts aimed by your crewmates. The captain shouting to the rest of the crew, preaching the example you'd become, warning others. Waves crashing against the hull a few feet from you, and against the rock behind you.

These were the last moments that felt real. The jagged rock of the Starving Man's Spit was cold too, colder than the waters somehow, your shivering making it difficult to grasp onto the sharp stones. The captain's words at your back faded as the crew weighed anchor. Did you cry out? Was there a point? You'd asked for this, after all.

The Starving Man's Spit sits alone. No other land in sight, none for days. An unremarkable black rock jutting up from the heart of the Beryl Sea, a spike rising thirty feet above the surface as if a giant's broken spear had plunged into the depths. A good spot for wrecking a ship and not much else; only enough flat space for a single man to sit with waves lapping at his feet at high tide. At a glance it was as good a place as any, of the many such rocks throughout the Beryl Sea, to leave a man to die.

But not the Spit. It's anyone's guess to who first learned of the place's magic long ago. Perhaps an unlucky, inattentive sailor split their hull on the spike and found themselves clinging to the rock, despairing their fate and praying to the gods old and new for a quick release to the beyond. But not the Spit.

No man dies on the Spit from thirst or hunger. The aches still come. The pain, the searing sting of salt and sun, the stomach chewing itself to pieces and blood running thick as mud. But here, for whatever cruel purpose fate sees to enact, you cannot die to something as simple as starvation.

A blade will do the trick. Most throw themselves into the sea when the misery grows too great. But here, hope and tenacity just extend the suffering. No crueler fate- no harsher punishment- is  known throughout the ports of the Beryl Sea. And there has been no delirium to grant you a reprieve, as you watch the sun rise and set day after day.

It has been four weeks. Finlay, what has this time been like? Where are you at now?

S: The sun rose and set on Starving Man's Spit, scouring and soothing the rocks in regular cadence. But as Finlay's unslaked and unsated appetites wracked his body, his mind slowly became attuned to a different rhythm. Not that of the world he had always known, but that of otherness--something elseward which had a disquieting tempo unto itself. What was time but a convenient name for concepts beyond the grasp of the mortal mind? During the course of countless feverish dreams and dazed imaginings, Finlay caught glimpses of such concepts, carried on the ebb and flow of a heartbeat terrible and inescapable. Had it been hours, days, or weeks since he had first scraped himself onto these rocks? No matter--he now saw, if not in detail, at least in the grossest form, a truth breaking upon an unready world: The Great One of the Deeps stirs. The Awesome Terror, The Bleak Blackness, His Whole-iness: Urglaub. And Finlay? He is ready to serve.

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DM: Finlay, you awake one day with your hunger gone, your thirst quenched, and sails on the horizon. Osred, take it away!

C: Osred had been at sea for most of his life. The work has been varied, with the only constant being that he served on a boat. He's smuggled, delivered honest shipments, pirated...you name it. After a while, it's all just work. But this time was...different. He responded to the normal call: Expedition in need of sailors. Not too many details - couldn't implicate yourself. Osred joined thinking it'd be either a pirate or smuggling gig. The crew of the Madness of the Grail were supplemented by a handful of mercenaries other that Osred. Osred remember a few of their faces, if not their names. "Four Fingers" Zell, "The Marked" Vesh. Every one of them worth salt had a nickname. A calling card if you will. But not Osred. Osred found that to make a name for yourself, you had to stand out. That's not him. He didn't want it to be him. If they know of your deeds, they ask you to do stuff, put yourself in harm's way. They also notice if you...help yourself...to more than your share of the plunder. No. Anonymity was good. It allowed him to betray "The Duchess" to the lawful, and well-paying, authorities. No one asks "Wasn't Osred part of that crew?"

The crew itself, though, they were different. This was different. Wymen earned the name "Frenzied." He seemed a little off before we cast off from shore, but it really amped up when we were out to sea. He schemes and plots with his crew, talking about the Deep One who will lead us to treasure. Loons the lot of them. But their coin spent well - and Osred made sure to get paid up front. At best, we'll sail around chasing fairy tales until he gives up, or his crew mutinies. At worst, they'll try to lead us to certain doom. But these mercenaries they hired are hardened criminals. They're just as like to take over the vessel than to end up on the bottom of the ocean due to one man's insanity.

And a fine ship this was. The hull was a well kept teak. The red sails bearing their emblem were well kept without fraying. The ship was on the small side, but it's not like we were looking to fight the Caladurian navy.  Nice boat like this could get by under the radar and flee quickly if it ran into a spot of trouble.

We'd been sailing for a few days when Captain Petrik yelled out from atop the crow's nest. He sees someone....he seems excited. Shouts of the Deep One ring out from the crew.

I look over to Zell. "What do you think they see?"

He looks distracted, worried somehow. "By the gods, we're near the Spit. Ol' Wyman has gone daft. This place is fucking cursed. We shouldn't be out this way."

DM: Finlay, you see a ship with red sails draw nearer to the Spit. What do you do?

S: In general I have a strong desire to establish communications with them. I would look for a large stone (~10ft diameter) and cast Light on it. The stone would appear as an iridescent blue. I would stand out in the open so that the ship can see me with as little difficulty as possible. And I would wait.

DM: "Look! Light upon the Spit!"

Sailors gasp and crowd the railings, a handful speaking prayers or curses or making little warding gestures. From above the captain calls out. "Ready a dinghy."

"Who's condemned, captain?" Vesh says, his tone joking but undercut with fear. "Is Zell finally getting what's coming to him?"

A few men laugh, but the laughter dies quick as the captain descends from the crow's nest. "We're not here to kill a man. We're here to save one."

"Light above," swore Zell, his face leeching pale as his eyes widen. "I see him now."

A man stands on the Starving Man's Spit. Gaunt, wearing tatters, leathered by his exposure. The crew grow silent.

"I'm going ashore. Mr. Vesh, command is yours until we return. Mr. Armstead, Mr. Zell, with me." The captain motions Osred towards the dinghy.

The dinghy is lowered as sailors share glances and mutters. This is a hardened crew but even they question this choice. No man ends up on the Spit without good cause. Who are they to question?

But no one challenges Captain Wymen the Frenzied. Something had changed on his face since spotting the man on the Spit. The frenzy had quieted, replaced by a still intensity you've never seen on the man. Without a word he hands a pair of oars to Osred and Zell, and you start to row.

Osred, what goes through your mind?

C: Osred still thinks the captain is a loon. But he goes along with it. He's watching Zell's movements carefully to see if he's going to make a move against Wymen at any point.

DM: Give me an Insight check!

C: 19+2.

DM rolls a secret Deception check for Zell, with a total of 19.

DM: You catch eyes with Zell. He looks away first, and you see it clearly: he's utterly terrified. He's hiding it well, but not well enough. He grips the oars tightly as the two of you begin to row.

You close the distance, the Dead Man's Spit growing larger with each row.

Finlay - who speaks first, you or the captain? What do you do?

S: Is it clear to me that it is the captain who is on the dingy? It could be anybody. I would be wary of getting a "roommate" and would be looking to turn someone else's being left here into an opportunity for me to escape.

I believe the dingy is here to drop off an outcast and I am looking at each person to see if I can figure out who is damned, and who is a decision maker.

DM: They stop about 10 feet from the rock, close enough for you to see the lack of sleep behind the eyes of the man at the front of the dinghy. Despite that exhaustion, he looks at you with intensity you haven't seen, but may have felt.

"Are you the man called Finlay?" he says.

S: Finlay's mind is racing, bordering on panic. Had something happened aboard his old ship?! Had they come to punish him more? What possibly could have caused his old captain to circle back on the chart?... Unless. Unless... he wasn't the captain anymore. Finlay's unease began to settle. Yes... yes! The crew had been with him all along; they had heard him, after all: his warning!! In these brief moments of awkward introduction, he began to see a different outcome: the had crew changed its mind and sent men back to rescue him! In a few blinks of the eye, Finlay went from frightened outcast to redeemed savior. He smiled inwardly. Urglaub provided.

"Hail! Yes, it is I--Finlay!"

DM: The man at the front smiles a mouth of crooked teeth. "Just as I dreamed. Our savior." The man turns towards the two others.

"Help him aboard," Wyman says to Osred and Zell.

S: Finlay finds it very interesting that the man at the front mentions dreams. But he's not interested in distracting anyone from his biggest goal right now, which is to get into the dinghy immediately.

He starts stepping towards the dingy, if somewhat shakily. He's malnourished.

C: Osred is reluctant, but he helps Finlay abroad.  Wymen knew his name, so he's really second guessing how crazy he thought this captain was. He doesn't even really care what Zell is doing. The man with the weird dreams and the man from the weird dreams are the bigger fish now.

DM: Finlay is helped onto the dinghy, and Wymen motions back toward the ship. The captain is silent, but keeps looking back at Finlay as you row back.

You ascend to the decks of red-sailed ship. Sailors step back as Finlay gets his feet on the deck, all taking in the sight of this strange man.

Wyman is the last to return to deck, and he turns to Finlay. "I am Captain Wymen Petrik, captain of the Madness of the Grail. We've come to rescue you. Welcome aboard."

"Crew, this is Finlay. Drop your assumptions against him. Doesn't matter what he did to get put on the Spit. What does matter is he's our golden goose." Wymen scans the assembled men and women, locking eyes for each one briefly. "So see to it you keep your doubts, your concerns, to yourself. Anyone who so much as splits a hair on his head will be hanged without question. We're off to port."

Wymen nods to the bosun and the helmswoman, who start calling commands, before the captain turns to Osred. "Take our friend belowdeck and see to it that he's fed. As much as the man can eat or drink, he can have. Then show him to his quarters on the bottom deck." He looks to Finlay and adds: "I'll be around a bit later to explain the situation to you, but rest assured you're in good hands on the Madness."

Finlay, give me a Perception check.

Finlay rolls a natural 20.

S: I look at Osred. What does he look like? I try to get a sense of whether he's happy here on this crew. I want to ask him about Captain Wymen but I'm not sure who I can trust here, so I stay silent for the time being.

C: Osred takes the captain's threat to hang him seriously. Osred is a slender man with a goatee. He wears his hat on a shaven head kept in a durag to keep the sun off. His skin is tanned like a worn leather from his sun exposure on the seas. His clothing us unassuming and he wears no adornments save a tattoo (tbd) on his left arm.

S: Is Osred talkative as he leads me into the ship?

DM: With your natural 20, Finlay sees the captain surreptitiously hand a key to Osred. The intent is clear that Osred is supposed to lock you in your room after you're fed.

S: I'm on guard after seeing this handoff. Because Osred seems to take his lot very seriously, I'm looking for any openings or opportunities to engage with him on a personal level. What is there to eat?

DM: You move belowdeck to the sailor's mess, a small section with a narrow table near the ship's kitchen. The cook, a human man named Jeben, seems to have been forewarned and has a pot of stew at the ready. There is even fresh bread, a rarity for anyone except the captain and his two officers.

Osred, you're also offered food by the cook. Otherwise you both are sat at the table, alone.

S: Finlay is ravenous. He want to buy time to think, but he's so hungry that he consumes his first bowl of stew quickly and without speaking. As he gets a second serving, he indicates the bread while looking at Osred.

"A far cry better than what I've had while serving on the Evening Mantle. There it was salted beef and a rasher of grog thrice daily. Does the Captain regularly treat his crew so well?"

C: Osred doubts that he is meant to eat the stew or bread...but if he gets called on it, he figures he can claim it would have looked weird if he didn't eat what Finlay was eating.

Osred does not like getting asked this question.

But he chooses not to lie. "Wymen seems to be a fair enough man, but typically the best meals are reserved for himself and his top officers." He pauses. "And special guests of course."

S: DM, can I tell Osred does not like my question?

DM: Osred, is it clear to Finlay? Otherwise you can give me opposing Insight/Deception rolls.

Osred decides he'd rather keep his discomfort hidden, so he rolls Deception with a total of 7. Finlay gets a Perception check of 6.

S: Finlay doesn't notice anything untoward about Osred's demeanor and considers the key-handoff he witnessed earlier. He looks pointedly at Osred and asks, "Am I a guest?"

C: I'm going to roll a d100 to see how I respond. Less than 50, and I will side with Wyman and more than 50, I will side with Finlay.

He rolls a 24 on the d100.

"That's what the Captain told me. Same as you."

(C notes: My reasoning is that Osred is siding with the "stronger" party. Osred can sense that what is going on with Finlay and Wyman is out of his league. So he is having trouble deciding who he should trust and show fealty too. I really thought it could go 50-50 either way.)

S: "Somehow the Captain knew my name. How did that come to pass?"

C: Osred sighs. "He said he heard it in a dream. I'll be honest. I thought Cap'n, was daft. He might still be. But he was right about you. I don't know what that means. And I don't suppose I will." He looks hard at Finlay. "I'd guess you probably know the answer better than me."

S: “There’s only one answer I know anymore…”

Finlay becomes somewhat distant, glassy-eyed, but then he returns to the moment, and Osred.

“It’s whether we’re all asking the questions that get us to that answer that interests me. I’m grateful to your Captain. I’m sure his… hospitality… is offered with only the best intentions.”

At this, Finlay rises and indicates that he’s prepared to follow Osred.

C: Osred isn't sure he's putting his eggs in the right basket but he commits. And says "Follow me then." He would try to be a half step ahead of Finlay. Enough for him to follow, but not far enough behind that Osred isn't aware what he's doing.

S: I just follow Osred. I'm not in the mind for funny business. After all, even being locked in a cabin is leagues better than being stranded on the Spit...

DM: Osred leads FInlay to his quarters. Finlay, it's a narrow room at the rear of the ship, about as wide as a closet and barely long enough for a hammock. Osred lets you in without a word, and you hear him lock the door behind you.

Osred then leaves to speak with the captain privately.

You go to the captain's cabin. Vesh, the first mate, greets you with a silent nod and lets you inside. Captain Petrik motions for you both to enter. Vesh closes the door behind you.

You hold out the key, but the captain waves it away. "Keep it. From this point, you are to guard Mr. Finlay. Keep him comfortable and fed, but don't let him out of that room. If he asks to speak with me, you call for me. If he says anything of note, write it down. See if you can get him to talk." He hands you a small notebook and a writing stick, then turns to the first mate. "Mr. Vesh, tell the helmsman to change course for Orlona."

"North, captain?" Vesh seems surprised. You're also surprised - you thought you were returning south, to Brackenholm.

Wyman Petrik nods. "The witch I spoke with in Brackenholm was clear. The spot we're hunting for is north, near the ice. We'll stock up in Orlona on rations and gear for the cold."

Vesh nods. "What should I tell the crew?"

"That we're changing plans. We've got a better lead now, thanks to Mr. Finlay. Sunken treasure, the kind that rich mages would like to get their hands on."

"Aye, captain."

"Then unless you have questions, that will be all. I need to read more of the witch's scroll."

You see on the captain's desk there is an old scroll, unfurled across most of the desk. At a glance you see strange writings.

C: Osred pushes through the discomfort of addressing the captain to say "Finlay seemed to know that he wasn't free to leave, but went with me willingly to the cabin. I don't know his angle, but he seems to know a bit."

DM: "He's no fool." The captain looks up at you as he sits at the desk.

C: "Aye. His time on the Spit hasn't seemed to addle him, neither." Osred would then nod and turn away. He's already been dismissed and the captain doesn't seem like he wants to chat.

DM: The door is closed behind you.

C: I would then go to my watch and resume my duties.

DM: Now that means sitting on a little stool in the hallway outside of Finlay's chamber. You can hear activity on the deck above as people perform other work, but you're largely alone for the next few hours.

C: I would be as serious as I had ever been performing this work. I might be alone and have idle hands, but I would not dare distract myself. Osred gets the feeling that Wyman would actually kill him if he was caught slacking.

Meanwhile, back at the cabin, Finlay accepts his predicament for now.

S: I test the doorknob. Just making sure I haven’t misunderstood the situation. Assuming it’s locked, I am going to sit at the door with my back leaning against it so that no one can enter without waking me, and I’ll let myself sleep.

DM: It's locked. You're soon asleep.

The next day comes. A noise sounds at your door, Finlay. Osred , you're delivering a meal.

C: Osred would rap a few more times getting progressively louder. He'd open the door with his key if that didn't work. He's nor overly concerned Finlay will try to overpower him.

S: When the door starts to open, I wake up with a start. I stand up to greet Osred. “Mornin’ Osred.”  I look the breakfast fare and unassumingly ask, “How many more days at sea before making port?”

C: Osred considers the question, setting the tray down.  Sighing, he says "We are sailing to Orlona and moving on North from there. Do you have any idea what's North of here? Captain had a vision that you would lead us to something there. I'd like to ask more if you'd permit me. But we'll start with that."

S: “I’m a Lazuli Coast sailor, having spent most of my life on the southeastern expanse of the Beryl Sea in service of various vessels homeported in Duskferry. You can imagine why I have not had as much experience in Caladurian ports—especially as far north as Orlona.”

C: Osred snorts. "You must forgive me for not imagining. A man gets stranded on the Spit. Endures his torment without offing himself. Gets himself saved by a dream the Cap'n has. I couldn't have imagined that and I'm more the fool for it. I can imagine a bit more these days."

He reflects, absent-mindedly stoking his goatee. "How'd you come to be left on the Spit." Quickly adding, "if you don't mind my askin'."

S: “I don’t mind ye askin’, long as you don’t mind bein’ told the truth. I was stranded and rescued at the Spit for the selfsame reason: dreams. At first, t’weren’t much to speak of. Nightmares like any.”

Finlay stops for a moment to chew his food.

“But over time, these dreams changed and became more real-like. Until, bidding my conscience, I told all to the Captain.” “I was tossed overboard like so much garbage after that. But t’weren’t no accident it was the Spit where I was stranded. It’s the place in my dreams where He sleeps… or at least, where he’d been sleeping before he started to wake.”

Osred makes a Deception check to hide his horror at Finlay's words. He rolls a 13, and Finlay doesn't notice.

S: I continue answering, oblivious to how my own words may sound to anyone else:

“Can’t you feel it?! He stirs! Urglaub, the Great One of the Deep… I confess what started as mere dreams feels like so much more now. Almost as if…”

My expression becomes conflicted and it’s apparent I’m working through something in my own mind. “As if something has changed.” I focus back on Osred. “Something has changed for me. I’m linked to him. To serve…”

C: Osred has sensed that this has become outside of his pay grade. "I think you should be speakin to the captain. I will get him." Osred then starts to move quickly to the door to close and lock behind him.

S: I ask if it wouldn’t be easier if I just come topside too. Fresh air would be a plus…

C: "No. I think the captain will want to speak to you privately and it will get the crew talking if you come up and go down with him." He looks almost pleadingly at Finlay that he will accept this.

S: I nod and sit on my bed, waiting.

C: Osred leaves and makes sures sure to lock the door behind him.

And then he goes to find the Captain to tell him that Finlay wants to talk and relay the strange words about a unknowable entity waking up near the Spit.

DM: You return to the top deck and the captain's quarters. Vesh answers the door at your knock. "What is it?"

C: "Finlay wants to speak with the Captain."

Osred would just stare after that. Vesh was there when Wyman told Osred to get the captain if Finlay asked.

DM: Vesh steps out and closes the door. "What'd he say? Give me your notes."

C: "I didn't write any blasted notes. He immediately when it to talk about an ancient creature slumbering under the SpIt that is now awake. The captain needs to be speakin' to him immediately! This business of dreams is not for our eyes and ears."

DM: Make a Persuasion check with disadvantage.

Osred rolls a 25 and a 10 on his check.

Vesh growls and steps threateningly close. "Listen well. It's not for you to decide what our business is. The captain needs the words, not your damn fears. Now write down what he said!" He pulls  the notebook from your pocket and forces it into your hands.

C: Osred writes down. "Finlay was thrown overboard for having dreams about an ancient creature asleep under the ocean. Finlay claims it was asleep near the Spit, but it is now awake. Finlay feels connected to the now awake creature."

And then he rips out the page and presses it into Vesh. "The captain also said to tell him when Finlay asked to speak with him. And I see you haven't done that yet."

Osred is afraid of Vesh. But he is more afraid of Finlay and Wyman.

DM: "Captain is," he says quietly as he looks over his shoulder, "indisposed. But bring me notes at the night watch call. I'll pass them on."

I ask C about Osred's passive Perception, which is a 12.

Vesh takes the notes without another word and opens the door. You get a brief glimpse of Wyman hunched over the desk, muttering to himself as he looks at the strange scroll. Then the door shuts.

C: Osred goes back to talk to Finlay. I'd open the door and say "The Cap'n won't be joining us for some time. He's busy poring over a scroll that he says will lead us to treasure, North of Orlona."

S: I’m starting to get my bearings and I’m coming to the conclusion that this doesn’t seem right. “What treasure could be greater than spreading word of the Great One?” I mutter.

I look up at Osred. “Do I owe a debt of service to this crew for my rescue? If so, I’d as soon know what it is so I can get to paying it off. I have important work to do back on the mainland.”

C: "Wyman plans to take you north of Orlona. The way he speaks of it, that will be your payment to him." He pauses. "Though you can tell me of the Great One. The one who recently awoke yes? I can jot your gospel down and disseminate it to the captain."

S: I shake my head and mutter: “Ever try to write down a dream?” I lean my head back against the bulkhead and close my eyes in resignation. “If Wyman has had dreams, then nothing you write on paper will be of use. I hope he finds time to talk today.”

C: "If you can say it, you can write it. And if you can't say it, how will you spread the word of the Great One?"

S: Finlay looks at Osred for a long moment, considering. How indeed can truths be shared with unwilling minds?

S rolls a d10 to decide how to proceed. He gets a 7.

S: “You leave that to me, Osred… unless, of course, you’re proposing an accord between us. Maybe you have some skill with the quill? Tell me… do you believe?”

C: Osred looks at him quizzically. "Do I believe what? You haven't shared anything about the Great One save it's existence. I believe in that, much as I believe a prophet was picked up by a captain with dreams."

S: “That’s a start. You can write that down and share it with your captain.”

C: Osred writes it down. "I already wrote this down to give to the Captain, but there is wisdom in having a comprehensive record with everything." Osred uses a tone that is sincere and assures Finlay he already believes enough to relay to the Captain - not in a "I already did that" kind of way.

S: “So you are the writing type after all? Do you always keep written records?”

C: "I always follow my Captain's orders, and that's what these were. We don't usually have guests such as your self so these are uncharted waters, in a sense."

S: “I see…” I’m not sure if I like this policy of writing things about me on paper, as it feels like appropriation of the story I need to tell before I’ve fully figured out exactly what the story is.

“Well at any rate I’d like some time topside for air if it can be arranged.”

C: "I can ask the Captain about it when he wakes up."

S: You chat for a time, as Osred hunts for information to pass along and Finlay grapples with what to share. After an hour, Osred steps out.

The rest of the day passes by. Whispers circulate among the crew about the man rescued from the Dead Man's Spit and the captain's secret studies.

End of pt. 1!

Part 1 is done! This is roughly half of what I'm calling "The Prologue" for this silly game. Part 2 will finish up the Prologue posts, and I'll probably post that in a day or two.

As I was running this part of the campaign, things felt a bit haphazard. I needed to tie the character backstories together and move us towards the actual start of the adventure. Did I do much prep or planning for that? No!

My usual DM style is to prep and plan as much as possible, but sometimes you just don't have the time or energy for that. With this being a text game and an experiment, I've been doing things a little more loosey-goosey than normal. It kind of stressed me out a bit, but the players said they had fun with it - so I'm counting it as a win in the end. I think I benefit as a DM when I go out of my comfort zone a bit (in this case, trying to improv some story beats a bit more than I normally would.)

All that being said, I did have a lot of fun with it. As a DM I LOVE discovering what sorts of weirdo characters my players create, and these two did not disappoint. "Cthulhu prophet" and "craven pirate" were not what I expected in the slightest.

Things start to go off the rails (in a good way) in part 2, but this post was turning into a bit of a monster.

Part 1 is done! This is roughly half of what I'm calling "The Prologue" for this silly game. Part 2 will finish up the Prologue posts, and I'll probably post that in a day or two.

As I was running this part of the campaign, things felt a bit haphazard. I needed to tie the character backstories together and move us towards the actual start of the adventure. Did I do much prep or planning for that? No!

My usual DM style is to prep and plan as much as possible, but sometimes you just don't have the time or energy for that. With this being a text game and an experiment, I've been doing things a little more loosey-goosey than normal. It kind of stressed me out a bit, but the players said they had fun with it - so I'm counting it as a win in the end. I think I benefit as a DM when I go out of my comfort zone a bit (in this case, trying to improv some story beats a bit more than I normally would.)

All that being said, I did have a lot of fun with it. As a DM I LOVE discovering what sorts of weirdo characters my players create, and these two did not disappoint. "Cthulhu prophet" and "craven pirate" were not what I expected in the slightest.

Things start to go off the rails (in a good way) in part 2, but this post was turning into a bit of a monster.

[ruvviks]

made the realization my vampire story would work best as a video game and now i can't stop thinking about it

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : TABS OF THE MIND : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Wade Wilson x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff :))

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: X-Men

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: None!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: You use your mind-reading ability to explore Wade Wilson's thoughts and discover his chaotic but affectionate mental landscape. Among the many open tabs, you find a surprising section dedicated to his romantic feelings for you, complete with heartfelt and humorous entries. When you confront Wade about it, he’s both embarrassed and delighted, leading to a sweet and playful exchange that deepens your connection.

YOU HAD ALWAYS BEEN WARY OF POKING AROUND IN PEOPLE’S MINDS. The sheer amount of personal information, the jumble of thoughts and feelings—it could be overwhelming. But you’d made an exception for Wade Wilson, also known as Deadpool, partly out of curiosity and partly because you were just really, really bored one evening.

Wade had been unusually quiet—an anomaly you couldn't ignore. As you sat across from him in the living room, surrounded by a chaotic mess of his various weaponry and superhero paraphernalia, you decided to use your mind-reading abilities to see what was going on inside his head.

The mental dive into Wade’s brain was like stepping into a virtual reality game with no tutorial. It was an endless array of screens, tabs, and pop-ups, all crammed together in a dizzying whirlwind of chaotic thoughts. The metaphorical computer in his mind was running on overdrive, with so many tabs open it looked like a hacker's dream.

There was a tab labeled “Weapons Upgrades,” with a detailed list of modifications and their potential effectiveness. Another tab titled “Tacos” featured a passionate debate between various taco toppings. Scrolling through, you saw tabs on everything from “Recent Movie Reviews” to “Improvised Combat Techniques,” each one brimming with Wade’s characteristic fervor.

But then you stumbled upon a particularly interesting tab labeled “You.” It was nestled between “How to Annoy Cable” and “Top Ten Deadpool Fails.” Your curiosity piqued, you hesitated for a moment before clicking on it.

The tab opened up to a series of thoughts and fantasies about you. Wade’s mind was a blend of absurdity and sincerity. There were sketches of you in various heroic poses, doodles of you and Wade together in ridiculously romantic settings (including a taco-themed date), and a heartfelt but goofy list of reasons why he thought you were “totally awesome.”

One entry read: “Top 5 Reasons Why You’re the Coolest Ever: 1) You’re mind-reading is hot. 2) You laugh at my jokes (or at least pretend to). 3) You’re strong, smart, and have that killer smile. 4) You didn’t run screaming when you first saw me in my suit. 5) You’re my kind of crazy.”

Your heart melted a little as you scanned through these thoughts, seeing the genuine affection Wade had for you beneath his usual banter. It was sweet, and more than a little funny, especially given the ridiculous nature of some of his fantasies.

Wade looked up from his video game, catching your gaze with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Whatcha doing over there? Plotting world domination? Or maybe just how to fix my latest taco catastrophe?”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking as you closed the mental tabs. “Actually, I was just browsing your thoughts. Noticed you’ve got quite a lot of open tabs.”

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with playful innocence. “Yeah, my brain’s a bit of a mess. But it’s a fun mess. Anything you’d like to share?”

You leaned closer, teasing him. “Oh, just the fact that you have a whole section dedicated to me.”

Wade’s eyes widened comically, his grin widening. “Oh really? I didn’t know I was so… tab-worthy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a warmth spread through you at his playful embarrassment. “Yeah, it’s quite the collection. You’ve got everything from doodles of us eating tacos together to a detailed list of why you think I’m amazing.”

Wade’s face flushed slightly, and he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Well, you know, it’s hard to keep a lid on how awesome you are. My brain just… explodes with thoughts about you. Most of them are totally sane and not at all over-the-top.”

You reached out and took his hand, the gesture softening his expression. “It’s sweet, Wade. Really.”

He looked at you with a mixture of relief and delight. “So, you’re not freaked out by my overactive imagination?”

You shook your head, smiling warmly. “Not at all. In fact, I think it’s kind of endearing.”

Wade’s grin returned with renewed vigor. “Well, in that case, I guess I should make sure the next tab is about our future taco dates.”

You laughed, squeezing his hand gently. “That sounds perfect.”

With that, Wade pulled you into a spontaneous hug, spinning you around with exuberant joy. “I knew you’d love it! I’ve got tons more tabs where that came from. Next one’s about how I’m going to impress you with my epic ninja moves. Spoiler alert: It might involve a lot of flailing.”

You rested your head against his shoulder, enjoying the comfort of his embrace. “I look forward to it. But maybe let’s focus on the taco date first?”

He chuckled, his arms tightening around you. “Deal. Tacos first, epic ninja moves second. You got it.”

And as the two of you settled into your quirky, loving routine, you knew that Wade’s chaotic, endearing mind was a place you were more than happy to be a part of. The tabs of his heart were filled with an unconventional but undeniable affection, and you were thrilled to be the center of it all.

🏷️: @stargazingcarol

Thank you (and your friend ofc) for this adorable request! I really hope you enjoyed it :))

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[thatonecrookedsmile]

You will acept your fate... Before the end..

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Without much creativity to come up with a good line/phrase. I had to improvise.

It's been exactly 1 year since Bendy and the Dark Revival released...jeez. Already? I'm telling you, time doesn't make sense anymore, everything is going slower and faster at the same time. It's crazy!

I was in the middle of drawing something more specific for the anniversary but…I didn't finish it lol. Like always! But I have this prompt that I finished a few days ago and that I was hoping to post along with 2 more drawings. But I think today is a more ideal day to post this.

So as a anniversary present I give you guys…Angst™. With the boys. Very ideal.

I remember having another idea for this prompt but the current idea popped into my head so I decided to abandon the previous one. I found it more interesting. A "What-if" idea I had at the time the game launched partially inspired by something specific I thought about these two. Based so much on what I've seen and read about these ink creatures, and on the general idea of "2 minds in one".

I confess that in the end I started to question whether this is the way I see the relationship between these 2 and all this business of "two in one package" that they have. And I still don't know if this is really my vision. I just had a drawing idea that I thought was cool and I just stuck with it until the end. I didn't have many second thoughts until I got to the finish line.

Changing the subject: The anniversary.

I can't believe it's been 1 year since this game came out. The time flies! Good to know this finally released after 3 years.

I don't think I've ever talked abouy my thought on the game before,or at least,not the game as a whole. I wanted to leave this for the specific anniversary drawing, but hey. Why not here?

In short: I really liked it! I've been waiting for this game for a good while so when we finally got that final trailer last year, you could say I was pretty excited for the next 2 weeks until release. I don't know if I knew exactly what to expect from this game, and there's always that fear that I won't end up liking what I play when it released. But I really liked it! Loved it, I would say. I had a lot of fun and I believe I can say that, in general, I had a pretty positive experience with it.

Of course, I have my own grievances and complaints about some things in the game (some probably talked about here on Tumblr and others not) that I would like to see improved for next game,The Cage. But even with these complaints in mind, I wouldn't say that it took away my enjoyment of this game. Especially considering that the positive points (or at least what I consider positive in my opinion) for me, prevail over the negative ones.

At the end? Yeah, I really liked Bendy and the Dark Revival. Happy to see it finally released and be able to play it. I personally believe that we are in a good direction when it comes to the games, and I can't wait to see what the future holds.

Happy 1 year anniversary BATDR! And happy birthday to both Little Guy and Big Guy (Little Bendy and the new Ink Demon,respectively).

Love you both.

[bababaka]

Shipping Wars - Bade x reader

The prompt:

Person A, B, and C are famous. Their fame is growing and they are hesitant to come out as a poly couple so they just pass it for a really good friendship. Thing is, the internet being the internet started a shipping war. Some ships A and B some B and C some A and C. It’s starting to do some fights online. One day, they get tired of being asked questions about it and decide to come out as who they are.

Warnings: Aged up Characters. My writing and grammar. Some anxiety but nothing too much. Me not knowing how Twich works. I didn't truly revised it so...

Word count: 3.143

An -> I tried writing in portuguese and then throwing it into the google translate. Lotta work, let me tell you. Nah. It was a valid experience, though.Don't know if i'd do that again. Anyawyas. Love Bade and yeah. Here it is.

You liked what you did.

Entertain and chat with people on the internet who have the same interests, while playing some silly game or one that you've waited your life to play. Was funny. Interesting. Laugh and freak out on the internet with others.

In your five years on the channel, you've created a loyal, funny, and comfortable community. But, well, things started to take a bit of a left turn after the channel's first year.

The shipping war.

And the more time passed, and your popularity increased, the bigger the fight became.

@Yn'slapdog

Jpg.net 

Get yourself someone that looks at you like yn looks at Jade.

-> @Thatonetheaterkid

uuuhm i wish! Thats real love right there! 

-> @Yn'slapdog

Yyyyes! They are the reason i believe in love!

-> @Beck'sBack

whaaaat? Why? They are not a couple! Stop being a delulu! Jade is dating Beck!

Jpg.net 

I mean! C'mon! Look at them people! 

-> @Badeisreal

duuuude! Yes! Their chemistry in that movie was just off the charts! And that scene was improvised by the way! 

-> @Jade'sbottom

it was IMPROVISED??? WHAT? OMG! THAT IS MY FAVORITE SCENE! THEY ARE MY FAVORITE COUPLE!

-> @Badeisreal 

Right? Same! Also, i heard they are going to play as a couple in a new movie AGAIN! 

-> @Jade'sbottom 

jsjfjrkfkekfjdkdjdk Santa is bringing my gift

-> @Yn'slapdog

...its may…

-> @Jade'sbottom 

….Santa is late…

-> @Astarion'slittlebitch

ok. Guys. Take a breather. It is a crime you guys haven't mentioned Beck and Yn. 

They are so darn cute in yn's streams! 

-> @Imyourfather

YEEEEES! BECK BRINGS YN SNACKS ALL THE TIME! AND EVEN PLAYS SOMETIMES! 

-> @Thatonetheaterkid 

...i don't watch their streams… not really my cup of tea. 

-> @Y/n'slapdog 

You should though! There's a lot of damning evidence there! INCLUDING JADE MAKING COMPANY TO THEM! 

-> @Beck'sBack 

we back at this again? 

-> @Thatonetheaterkid 

oh, please! Jade and Beck are actors!!! They are meant to pretend!!! Fake! If they played a couple and didn't seem in love they'd just be out of job.

-> @Badeisreal 

There's somethings you just can't pretend tho!

-> @Imyourfather 

yes. There is. Thats cinema for you.

-> @Theoficialdreamer

What if they are just all good friends though? I mean. They do live in the same house. Maybe just roomates. 

-> @Yn'slapdog  

...get off my thread….

- Boom! That's how it's done! Pay up, guys! I warned you not to doubt me. I am a god.

You got out of your chair, jumping in front of the camera and computer, which showed the end credits of the game.

"I can't believe it! How many people have zeroed in the first time like that?"

"Few. And now they're part of them! What a legend. Mad respect."

"Look at theeem! Dancing with joy! How cute! I can't even be sad about losing the bet."

Yourmom donated $500.

Spideeey donated $500

"Ah! Come on!!! Really?! Noooooo!"

"Just pay, man. Accept that it hurts less"

"Ugh. Next time, I'll win the bet."

Mastermind donated $700

"You guys should just give up at this point. Yn is invincible"

Damn right i am! - you finally finished your extremely petty celebration. You did an event of ten challenges, and in each challenge, if you won, a group would pay you. If you lost, your subscribers would choose a punishment.

But, you were amazing. And didn't lose even once. Inside, you were scared to death of what they might ask. Your fans were cool. But they could cross some lines.

- So, that was the last challenge, right?

You waited and read the comments until you received a definitive answer from one of your moderators.

"Congratulations, Yn. You completed all ten challenges exceptionally."

Yn'srock donated $500.

- Sweet! I'm buying a new mattress after this! Mine broke.

Before the chat could react inappropriately to your speech, Beck appears at the door, out of view of the camera, but unfortunately his voice is audible.

- I heard screaming. What happened? - Normally, you would brush him off and get back to your stream, but, throwing caution to the wind, you turned your attention completely to him.

- What happened? It happened that I'm amazing and you owe me, baby!

- No.

- Ohohoho! Yes! - Beck joins you in front of the computer, the credits rolling on the screen. The actor's delicate, pretty face contorts, eyebrows furrowed, mouth contorted, and a defeated sigh. 

- How? You didn't even like AllSouls.

- Nope. But, a bet is a bet, I did it and now you gotta pay. The chat already did.

And that's when you turn your attention to your computer and notice the chaos in the chat.

Damn it.

This happened whenever Beck or Jade appeared on your streams. Sometimes it could be restrained. Like the times Jade remained by your side, almost sitting on your lap, throughout the stream. Or Beck would join and play with you. Your fans would get used to their presence.

But, well, there were moments, phrases, actions that turned your lives into a complete mess.

This was one of them.

"They are so cute!"

"Ooooh! Bet?? Bet what?"

"BABY??? I'm sorry, WHAT?"

"Bet, hm? The sexy kind?"

"Beck's so hot. Lucky yn"

"Wait??? Beck Oliver?? Wth? Im new someone explain to me"

"They live together. Jade West too."

"And they're also dating"

"Stop spreading fake news!"

"C'monnn! Admit it they'd look amazing as a couple"

"Guys! Stop! We don't know a thing! Respect their privacy please!"

- OK! OK! Let's stop, guys.

Beck laughed awkwardly. He had read the comments.

- Hi, chat. Long time no see.

"Yeah! You should come over yn's streams more often! 

"Oooh! You guys should play one of those games for couples"

"You should do pvp. I'd bet on Beck." 

- Ok! Ok! First. Stop betting against me. Learn your lesson, I'm the best. 

- Cocky. - He murmurs.

You continue, ignoring Beck. - And second, it's no big deal. Just because Beck played a million times and couldn't finish it without dying, he thought I couldn't. Well, you thought wrong, bitch!

-Okay, okay! I lost, you won. Satisfied? - Beck rolled his eyes, but the smile he had tried to suppress gave him away. And you couldn't stop smiling. 

- Not even close! - you had plans for Beck. Your back and neck were extremely sore, and your boyfriend had talented hands.

The internet and the outside world were unaware of your real relationship with Beck and Jade. They speculated, of course, but everything the three of you said was the same thing.

"Chat, we're friends. Stop."

"No, no. Beck and I are just good friends. It helps a lot when we play as a couple"

"We're not a couple."

"No."

"Just friendship."

"Are you stupid? Do you need me to draw? Friends!"

"F-R-I-E-N-D-S! We're just friends!"

It was a recurring question. Jade couldn't always stay calm. It was quite common for her to lose her cool actually. She was always like that, short tempered.

You met Jade and Beck in high school. And before you even finished your senior year, you were together. It was complicated. Painful. Difficult, but in the end, everything was resolved. And you have remained together ever since.

9 years later, and here you all were.

You've decided to try streaming. After 5 arduous years, you got your first million subscribers.

Jade and Beck pursued acting careers. And, along the way, they won a few awards here and there. Their goal was the Oscar. And you supported them more than anything.

They also created channels on YT. They weren't active like you, but every now and then they would record vlogs and other stuff.

Jade posts a "things I hate" videos series. And would terrorize unsuspecting civilians.

Beck talked about cars, and his hair for some reason. Both recorded backstage videos, and rarely, about life inside the house.

That was the problem. You appeared with a certain constancy on each other's social midias. Whether it was a video or a photo.

And that caused a stir. Which turned into ship wars.

- Hello, darling. - you threw yourself on the couch, next to Jade, who was smiling at the phone. - what you're doing?

- Ah, hey. - Without hesitation, she snuggled into your arms. - Nothing much. Just seeing how my last video is doing. 

- The cover one?

Yep. - She shows you her phone, a soft smile in her face, and her eyes just at ease. - You look cute playing a guitar. 

- Well, thank you. I agree. I should play more to you and Beck. - you say cocky. Jade huffs at that.

- Sure. 

- Anyways, babe, i was thinking. You, me, Beck, dinner? I'm cooking.

That got Jade's full atention and she stops staring at her phone to look at you.

- That sounds interesting.

- I was hoping to come off as romantic.

- It didn't.

- Not even if I say it'll have candle lights?

Jade cocks her eyebrow at this. 

- Kinda lame. Overused.

- Right. Right. What about me serenading you and Beck?

- Cute, but corny. 

- What about me doing your and Beck's favorite food, serenade you and make a reference to "the scissoring" at the end? 

Jade goes silent at this. And you realize that you had hit the nail on the head. You knew your girlfriend.

- Well, now i have expectations.

- Worry not. They will be met. 

- It better.

Lucky - cover by Jade West ft Yn

2.3 M views

140.787 comments

Thecurupira

Dude. I was just listening to this song! Definitely adding to my playlist. you guys ar releasing it on Spotify? I MUST LISTEN EVRYDAY

Littleprincess24

At this point they're just mocking us. WHY CHOOSE THIS SPECIFIC SONG??????

Zeldainmasteros34

KSNFKDNCKDNFKDNCKDNCKDK IM DYING JADE IS SO HOT! AND HER VOICE!!!! 

Whydidithavetobespiders

That's love.

Look at how they look at eachother.

I rest my case.

Kieranhotttt69

Yn can play the guitar??? And sing??? That's so hot of them ngl

Luke2385

Idk who i want to be. Yn or Jade.

The interviews with Jade and Beck all had something in common. The dreaded question.

- You are a couple in your newest film. Extremely in love. But, what about in real life, is there someone special?

Jade had improved a lot. The patience. Manners. And with Beck by her side, she could control herself.

- No. There's nobody.

- Really? But you are so beautiful and young.

Jade gritted her teeth. Fists opening and closing. Beck rushes in to interfere. He smiles, which many magazines call "the masculine charm".

- Haha. Life is like this. What can we do? We haven't found the right person yet.

The interviewer pauses. Her eyes slightly closed gains a manic shine. They had fallen right into the trap. It was like a predator, salivating at the sight of its defenseless prey.

- But, there are rumors that Yn, a famous streamer, who lives with you, has some involvement with one of the two. Is it true? Jade, on your channel, a cover was recently posted in which you do a very romantic duet. What can you say about it?

But, Jade West was never prey.

- Wow. You don't have intelligent questions to ask so you repeat the same question that a million people have asked? Do you think you will be the person to have a different answer? Do you think you're so special? Well, you're not. And I'm going to speak slowly, so that you can get into your fucking empty head, Yn and I are friends. Beck and I are friends. Nothing more.

The reporter was lost for words. She stuttered awkwardly and didn't know how to redirect the interview, completely embarrassed.

Beck sighs. Jade got better. She hasn't changed completely.

- I think this interview has come to an end. - Beck says. There's nothing he could do now.

The reporter didn't hesitate to jump out of the room. The silence that followed was uncomfortable. Jade crossed her arms. And she stared at the floor. Her leg starts to bounce. Nonstop. Until she can no longer bear the silence, the crushing feeling in her chest. - Are you angry? - she says, hesitantly. Beck sighs.

- No. It's okay. It was not your fault. She wasn't very kind.

Beck lifts Jade's head, his hand gently on her chin.

- It's fine. Come here. - and pulls her into a hug.

- This sucks. - Jade murmurs quietly.

- Yeah. It does...

- Hello losers. Another video. This time we're grocery shopping. - Jade starts talking to a camera.

- Do you really have to record it? It's just grocery shopping. - You asked. Not seeing why she would want to film your outing.

-I want to record so i will.

- Fine. - you shrug.

- Are you guys ready? - Beck comes into the living room.

- Yes. Say hi to the camera Beck.

- …Why are you recording? We are just grocery shopping.

- That's what i said!! - you chime in, excited to see you aren't alone in the matter.

- Oh my god! Because i want to! I don't have to, but i want to…You two are annoying. 

- Why thank you. I try my best. - you smirked. You did enjoy being a little shit.

- Fine. Let's go. Get to the car. 

Grocery shopping wasn't something you did together all the time. Mainly because someone was always busy. But it was faster when the three of you did it together. Beck was the driver, Jade was just picky about what she'd eat, and you were the muscles(though actually, you were the one who has more experience shopping. Jade just likes to try to spite you. Never works.)

- Ugh. I hate lines. 

- We know. - Beck answers it.

- But the public doesn't. 

- No, i think they do. You already made a video talking about it. - at this, Jade turns to the other actor.

- I did? Wait. You watch all my videos? 

- Every single one of them. 

- Uh.

- Why are you surprised? What kind of booy- Beck unmaskedly interrupts himself with a cough, and tries to recover. - what kind of roommate would i be if i didn't?

You thought that save was horrifying. And you tell Beck as much, mouthing it to him. He pushes you lightly, whispering a "shut up", you just chuckle and stay on the line. 

- Hey. Yn. What you are doing? - Beck asks. Interrupting you. Stoping you from beautiful and precious slumber.

- Napping. Or trying to. 

- You sound like an old person. 

- Perhaps because i am old.

- You are only 30 years old. Stop being dramatic.

- Nah. I need my old people nap. Bye. 

Unfortunate for you, Beck called Jade and they decided to take a picture of you. And make fun of you. 

Though Beck insists you look cute napping like an old lady. You didn't know how to take that. And Beck considered it as a victory. 

- Hello, old lady. - Beck greets you in the corridor to the kitchen. You huff, annoyed but also not completely awake. Until a thought comes to you.

- Wait. If i am your lover AND an old lady. Does that mean I am a cougar? 

You can hear Jade's booming laughter from the kitchen. 

Beck just rolls his eyes and gives you a peck on the lips. 

- Yes. It does. Good morning, by the way. 

You smile cheekily. 

- Good morning. 

You and Beck head to the kitchen then, where you see your gorgeous girlfriend still in her pajamas, brewing her black coffee, hair disheveled. Beautiful. 

She comes to greet the two of you, though when she gets to you she adds a little jab. Of course. 

- How is my favorite cougar? Slept well? No pain in your back? 

- Yes. I slept just fine. 

You decide to let it slide. You needed coffee first. 

Your breakfast at first was supposed to be calm. Quiet. Your phone however does not comply to it, beeping and beeping. 

- Hey. I thought we agreed on no phones today.

- Yeah yeah! Sorry. I just. Forgot to… - as you grab your phone and take a look at what it's bothering you and your partners, your humour just sours. 

Hundreds and hundreds of comments on your picture sleeping. On Beck's account. Just tagging you. Again. And again.

All fighting to know who was right about your love life.

Honestly, you were tired of it.

- Babe, are you okay? - Jade asks, noticing your change in mood, the frown, the twisted lip, the distant look. You look up from your phone.

- We should come out. - this quiets the kitchen. Jade with a hand on your arm, Beck still with a piece of toast in the air, on its way to his mouth.

- We should just come out. - you repeat. - I can't take any more of the speculation, the murmurs and buzz.

- Everyone would continue, even if we actually revealed our relationship. They would still gossip and be super invasive. - Beck replies, leaving the toast completely aside, and focusing on you. His face is serious. The lighthearted and fun atmosphere becomes more sober and heavy.

You have already discussed this. More than once, but in the end, you agreed that it wasn't worth the hassle, and you didn't owe other people anything.

And here you were again, debating the subject. This time, however, you found yourself unable to continue hiding.

- But, the media never stops talking and being invasive. It doesn't matter what we do. - Jade speaks up. She sighs, looking away for a moment. - I'm tired of having to lie. Aren't you, Beck?

Beck stares at the table blankly, letting his hands move repetitively along his legs.

- What if this affects our careers? - he asks. You quickly speak up.

- It won't get to that point, and if it does, it would only be temporarily. Our careers would recover. - you say, placing yourself next to Beck, Jade doing the same. And you try to lighten the atmosphere. - and if needed be, I can become your sugardaddy.

This makes them both laugh. And Beck turns to you.

- You'd make a terrible sugardaddy. - he says with a slight lift of his lips. Still stunned. He looks at you and Jade.

- Are you sure about this?

You and Jade share a look. You nod.

- Yes we are.

- With you, I can face anything.

You were in the living room. Your leg wouldn't stop shaking. The camera was in front of you. Jade was adjusting the lights, Beck was in the kitchen, getting water for you. It was now. The moment of truth.

Shit. What if you were making a mistake? What if you got ahead of yourself? What if it actually doesn't turn out okay? What if you are judged and shunned by everything and everyone? What if-

- Hey. - You were interrupted by Beck, beside you, placing a comforting hand on your thigh, and a charming smile on his face. - Everything will be fine. We are doing this together.

You allow yourself to breathe. Jade finally finishes the final adjustments and plops down next to you on the couch, while Beck hands you a glass of water. Your girlfriend snuggles next to you and kisses your cheek.

- I love you. - and all your tensions are gone. You melt into a puddle of love for your partners. You were together. You weren't going to face the public alone.

- I love you too. - you reply, completely smitten. You turn to Beck. - both of you. 

- You know I love you two. 

You shrug. 

- It's always good to hear. 

Jade laughs. 

- You are so sappy. - she says and you smile teasingly.

- And you love it. 

- Do i?

You push her and turn to start the video. 

- Hey, guys! Welcome! And today, we have something to announce. 

Yn, Beck Oliver and Jade West admit their relationship as a throuple and the internet goes crazy!

@Yn'slapdog

Ksjfjrnfjdnssosndkdksksjdksdbdj

@Beck'sback

...i guess this means we'll have to stop fighting…? Love wins…?

@Astarion'slittlebitch

...gotta admit this was not on my prediction chart bingo of this year…

@Badeisreal

Yn is one lucky motherfucker. Good for them. Hope theyre having fun living my dreams T-T

@imyourfather

The true bissexual dream lol

[chiefbeifongcanrailme]

For the 5 word sentence prompts: number 2 with Linzin

Ps: love ur works

Aww thank you so much!💚

I hope you like this! It isn't exactly

But it's also not not this.

Idk- you decide.

Lin stared thoughtfully at the board in front of her. This late night game of pai sho was beginning to prove futile. It wasn't as if she had a sleep schedule- sleep was the only thing in her life she didn't schedule- and she wasn't unhappy with how perfectly pai sho was complementing her insomnia. It was more so her reservations with whom she was playing against.

The tinkering sound of the wind chimes in her balcony had disturbed the Chief of Police's rest. She put aside her book and stepped into the living room, arms raised out in defense despite the disarming flow of her silky nightgown- an uncanny juxtaposition for Lin Beifong.

"What are you doing here?" she had asked, dropping her arms to her side.

Tenzin slid the balcony door open and stepped into the living room, blowing the curtains around with the gust of wind he carried and smiled.

Lin studied the board, strategizing her next few moves while trying to anticipate Tenzin's. He seemed off his game- he was taking awfully long to come up with the simplest of moves- it was right in front of him- there was nothing to think about- and then Lin looked up and caught him staring straight at her.

"What?"

"What-what?"

"Just say it. You didn't really come here to play pai sho," she shot.

Tenzin sighed. "I’m struggling."

Lin scoffed and stifled the mean smile she felt spreading across her face. "I can see that," she said, gesturing with her eyes at the board.

Tenzin gave her a look.

Lin bit her lip and asked in tone mocking tenderness. "What might you be struggling with?"

"Do you have to be like this?"

"Like what?"

"Soo... errr abrasive?" He said.

To that, Lin smirked. "No, I don't have to. I just prefer being this way."

Tenzin shifted forward and clasped his hands together. "Lin, obviously I didn't come here to play pai sho. I just need some…"

"Some, what?" she deadpanned.

Tenzin groaned. "You’re being so- can you be a little warmer? The tiniest more welcoming?"

Lin crossed her legs and sat up straight. "You come to my house unannounced in the middle of the night and then you expect me to coddle you and ask you what in this meritorious life you live is bothering you?"

Tenzin was clearly starting to get frazzled. "Can you just for one moment be what I need—"

"WHO you need is back in your home, Tenzin. If you need Pema you should—" she responded, louder than him.

"I don't need Pema! I don't want Pema. I- I- I don't know. Pema- Pema is- she is not..,"

Lin sighed. She knew when to stop. She knew she had hit a nerve. But at least now she knew what he was really doing here.

Marital problems.

She quietly moved closer to him and placed one hand on his shoulder. She lowered her tone and asked softly, "So, you two are having problems?"

"We've always had problems."

"Well, relationships are complicated. Marriages are hard," she said.

"But..?"

Lin realized she didn't quite have a but ready to go. So she improvised- mustering up the memory of every wise anecdote Aang had passed down to her. "But you have each other. The two of you are more than just husband and wife."

"Yeah, except we aren't. There's no- there's just nothing. We're lifeless tombs of marital duties. There's no passion, or excitement, or- or- we're just pillars to house our family."

"But," she returned, beginning to realize there was no way she could sustain this conversation without alcohol. "Love isn't passionate."

"Shouldn't it be?"

"I wouldn't know," she replied sharply.

"Lin..."

"What?"

"Why are you—"

Lin snapped. "You don't seem to like anything I say. So why do you talk to me? What is your problem with me?"

"YOU! You are my problem with me!"

"What does that even mean?" she shrieked.

Tenzin sighed all his years away in that moment. "You know I love you."

But Lin scoffed. "And where has that gotten me?"

He gaped at her in disbelief. This was the whole problem with Lin. She had this inherent way of rivaling everything- as if she'd perish from her very core if she didn't resist him for once.

"Lin, I'm telling you I love you."

She bit her lip for a moment and just when she looked like she was about to say something, she stood up. Tenzin's eyes followed her behind the kitchen island as she poured herself a drink.

Firewhiskey, if Bumi's stock was anything to go off of.

"Alcohol isn't going solve our problems."

"Your problem," she corrected, as she made her way back to the couch.

"Why do you always have to provoke me? Why does it always have to be a fight?"

His voice was loud, clear, and assertive. Lin always made him so mad. She had to unravel every fiber of his carefully fashioned composure. Lin wouldn't know peace until Tenzin's sanity was completely dismantled.

"You came here, Tenzin. By your own accord. I didn't invite you," she reminded him.

"Can you just be my friend for—"

"Because you were such a good friend to me?!"

"Yes!" he argued. "Tell me where I went wrong? You just didn't want what I needed to have. You knew this. We—"

"We've had this fight too many times," she commented, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"-I had to have kids. My whole life has been one big reflection of—"

Lin stood up, not quite stopping him in his tracks. She made her way back to kitchen to pour more firewhiskey into her glass. He hadn't realized when she finished the first one.

When she sat back on the couch, a touch closer to him, her demeanor had changed. Her eyes had softened, that rage had partially dissipated. Her brows relaxed, and when she spoke, she sounded tame, almost demure.

"Tenzin, I wanted a family with you a very long time ago. But I didn't want to repopulate the Air Nation. I didn't want to have to raise another miserable set of Kya and Bumi and tell them they're good enough and perfect the way they are- that not being an airbender didn't make them any less valued in our eyes. I didn't want the pressure or the legacy that our supposed happiness would come hogtied to. I wanted you for you and nothing else. It was your choice in the end. You chose Pema- you chose the life you have. "

He sighed. "And where had that gotten me?"

Silence filled the room for a moment that felt like eternity.

"To my apartment in the middle of the night, apparently."

Tenzin forced out a snort and Lin returned it with half the smile she could afford.

"Did we always argue like this?"

"Yes, but that isn't how I remember our relationship."

"How do you remember it?" he ventured.

Lin shook the glass. The ice danced in the eye of the whiskey tornado with a soft clanking sound, and then she downed the whole glass.

"Intense. That's how I remember it. Whatever it was, it was intense."

"Passionate," he offered.

Lin's eyes remained on his as the warm liquor coated her stomach lining.

"Sure," she mumbled into the empty glass.

Tenzin moved a touch closer to her on the couch. He brought his hand close to her face- a risky move- and pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I thought love wasn't passionate."

"I never said- don't put words in my mouth! I said I wouldn't know!" she retorted. When she felt his fingers linger on her face, she caught his hand in hers and turned to glare at him. He had the audacity to smile back.

"Tenzin, what are you really doing here?"

"I'm only visiting a friend," he confessed.

Realizing her hand was still clasping his, she dropped it, and Tenzin's eyes followed his limp hand falling to the couch.

"Tenzin," she whispered.

"Even us not being together, talking about nothing is passionate."

"What- why would you say that? What does that mean?"

"I mean," he said, exhaling. "Just tonight- my entire time here playing pai sho with you, talking in circles has still more passion- more life in it than the entire scope of my marriage. I've been through a whole range of emotions just being in your presence. And I can't even blame you. I can't blame myself because I can't help it. The only good that comes from doing chores is finishing them. But how do you finish a marriage? How do I complete that chore?"

"Tenzin, you don't get to put me in this position," she said somberly. Her voice was caught. "Not after everything you've put me through."

Luckily, he obliged. "You're right. I should probably leave."

"You should," she said, as he stood up, collecting his robes around him.

He made his way back over to the balcony and a small part of Lin found amusement in the airbender's aversion for font doors. Just as he opened the door to the balcony, he turned back around to face her. "Do you think I could come back for—"

"I think you should meditate over whatever it is," she retorted, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms in front of her stomach, like she always did.

Tenzin snickered in response. "I meant, for pai sho. I was off my game tonight."

"So you did come all this way for pai sho, after all?" she asked, raising one eyebrow.

Tenzin shook his head.

"Go home to your wife, airhead." Lin said with slight humor in her voice, as she shoved him out the door.

"Have a good rest of your night, Lin."

"You too."

Lin stood there, under the golden glow of the lamp, watching Tenzin gather his bearings on the other side of the glass door as he prepared to take flight. When he turned back around to wave goodbye, Lin gave him an encouraging nod. She watched the sky until the flying man disappeared from her vision and then turned out the light to let the darkness consume her.

"Of course, I love you, Tenzin..."

Five word prompts from here

[venacoeurva]

Want some Corprus thoughts and headcanons while I take a coffee break

Putting under a readmore since I ramble

You know how Concept Art Dagoth is doing some weird flesh manipulation with his hand and his muscles n shit are just slippin out? and the patterning on his other arm just kinda. looks like he can unravel. Maybe if he wanted to, he could drop the humanoid body and just be a funky flesh mass thing a la final boss mode 2 or something? Fun to think about, I explored it a little with my Longoth Ur stuff.

Yeah anyway, what if the Nerevarine could do that, but to a lesser degree after they seek out treatment and the more dangerous aspects are subdued, particularly if you follow the idea of them actually being Nerevar's reincarnation and having Azura on their side actively helping and not just everyone going "huh sure" and improvising?

Following the idea that Corprus is a divine disease mortals just can't handle, and it's a display of controlling it. People who aren't ~worthy~ basically turn into your standard corprusbeast, and I like to think Ascended Sleepers basically detonate into an explosion of flesh (whose screams become almost musical once more of the tentacles start replacing where their mouth was) once they hit a certain point of transformation (enlightenment!) as well. Maybe the higher on the hierarchy of who can handle it they can sort of retain a body that's more... normal looking and not teratomas to the max with your arteries deciding they want to be outside of you.

In my Nerevarine's case, most of the remaining effects are internal, with his left leg deteriorating during and after the plot of the game resulting in an eventual above the knee amputation and his internal organs are a little wonky (besides some damage he has like 2 extra kidneys, notably). I like to play with the idea that he has some flesh manipulation abilities, too, he's just not aware of them and they're more or less just subconscious, but they giving him an ability to "link into" his prosthetics, letting him to develop prosthetics like a leg from taproots that resemble a spriggan's flesh and function as if it were a normal leg, kind of like a leg transplant, and connects to his tissues. He's preferential to that one since it comes with less discomfort of more standard ones. I also think the ability gives his flesh a little more leeway in his werewolf transformations being a little less taxing on the body since he kinda just has more... stretch? and adaptability.

I also think it works against the Nerevarine, though, even once it's technically asymptomatic, even if they're aware of it and developed a whatever control they could over it... or maybe they try to ignore it. This would vary by who they are. In Wren's case, it keeps him alive when he's passively trying to die (he hates being immortal), and his left arm tends to do its own thing sometimes in the presence of other people/entities with/involved with Corprus or the Sixth House, which is a denial of his sense of autonomy--Something Wren is terrified of losing and loathes the Nerevarine prophecy for already stripping him of it in a sense.

It's a fun idea, and I think we should play with it within our own Nerevarines and if you have any Sixth House OCs, in particular, get wild, get funky, maybe they can also yoink their arm muscles out from under the skin to be tentacles, I dunno! It's your house!

[roselock22]

Percival claims that he can't dance, but eventually confesses that he knows One. And it's this extremely stiff waltz that the Empress demanded everyone learn for formal events. Sora unfortunately knows it too. Both she and Arin swear to teach Percy other dances

So I wrote a lil something for this... I didn't know how to put Sora into this so it's just bumblebee

"I thought you didn't know how to dance?"

Percival frowned. He held the game controller more tightly.

"It's not really dancing..., to me at least." Percival said, he lazily pushed the joy con to keep his character moving. "It's something the empress made us learn for formal events, everyone back in Imperium knows it."

Arin raised an eyebrow at him. He was leaning his head on Percival's shoulder. They had been playing video games, well, more like Percival had been the one playing while Arin guided him through a game he had suggested.

"It's probably something super fancy then." Arin tried to joke. Straighting his posture to face Percival.

He saw a smile tug at Percival's lips. "It's really not, it's a super stiff waltz, you have no idea how awkward it is."

"It can't be that bad." Arin smiled and tilted his head slightly. He put both of his hands on Percy's shoulder and leaned his chin on them.

Percival laughed. "Oh it is. You should've seen the people dancing at the claw ceremony."

"Could I get a demonstration then? To visualize it better" Arin teased, his tone half-joking.

Percival stared at him before grimacing. "No way I'm doing that dance again, stars, it was awful."

Arin chuckled at Percival's quick answer. It seemed he really disliked that dance, hated it even.

"Maybe I could teach you another dance." Arin offered. He leaned away from the boy, pushing himself off the couch and standing up. He really hoped the other boy said yes.

Percival stared at him, a bit shy. "Right now?"

Arin grabbed the console from Percival's hands and put it the table in front of them. "Yeah! Why not?"

"I was using that." Percival stated, though he had a smile on his face.

Arin scoffed playfully, he grabbed Percival's hands, intertwining his fingers with his. "You can continue playing later, it's not the end of the world."

Percival laughed as Arin pulled him up. Arin smiled, he enjoyed hearing the taller boy laugh.

"Alright, Alright, you win." Percival rolled his eyes playfully.

Arin, unlike his attitude would imply, had no idea what he was doing. He didn't really know any 'dances', he just improvised to be honest. Dancing and fighting were close enough to him that he didn't necessarily have to think about it much.

Arin hummed and pulled Percival closer. The taller boy yelped at the sudden movement. Percival's face flushed red when he saw the other boy raise his eyebrow with a grin on his face.

"You could warn me first." Percival looked to the side. Arin noticed the other boy was a bit embarrassed.

Arin chuckled. "Alright, Alright, I will."

"Do tell me if this makes you uncomfortable." Arin stated as he placed his hand on Percival's waist. Even though they had been dating for a few weeks, Percival had still been hesistant when it came to physical touch. Arin didn't want to overwhelm or make the boy uncomfortable.

Percival blinked. He then put his hand on Arin's shoulder, albeit hesistantly. "Yeah, that's fine."

Arin smiled. "Just follow my lead "

Percival nodded, his gaze fixated on the floor, avoiding eye contact. Arin took a step back and Percival took a step forward.

"Like that?" Percival asked, he bit his lower lip in worry.

Arin smiled. "Yeah, just keep following me."

Arin took more steps backwards and Percival followed his lead. He then began taking steps forward and Percival copied his movements but with backwards steps.

Arin could see how tense Percival was, deathly quiet and gaze fixated on the floor. He decided to switch things up.

Arin then grabbed Percival's free hand and raised it, spinning the taller boy. He laughed at Percival's dumbfounded expression.

"C'mon loosen up a little!" Arin smiled. He leaned away from the boy and grabbed both of his hands, intertwining his fingers with Percival's. He took a few steps back, pulling the boy with him.

Percival smiled nervously, staring at Arin's chin, not making eye contact.

Arin pulled away from the boy, before leaning in and intertwining their fingers again. He spun Percival again.

Arin's smile grew wider when he heard Percival laugh. An actual laugh.

Arin let out a small yelp when Percival raised his arm and spun him around. He then chuckled.

"See? You're getting the hang of this already." Arin pulled away before leaning in again.

Percival smiled. "I'm a quick learner."

Percival spun him for a second time and Arin could help but laugh. It seemed like he was having fun and it made Arin feel all bubbly inside.

Arin expression turned mischievous. He saw Percival raise an eyebrow at this but before he could react, Arin pulled him closer.

Arin put his hands on the taller boy's back and waist and dipped him. He saw Percival's eyes widen and his face go red.

"Oh- um, hi." Percival smiled nervously.

Arin smiled. "Hey."

Arin then leaned his head down and pressed a quick kiss to Percival's lips. Before he could raise his head, the other boy went in for another kiss.

Percival pulled the other boy closer to him, resting a hand on Arin's face. Arin leaned closer to him.

They then pulled away, looking at each other.

"Was that part of the dance?" Percival asked, flustered and his whole face blushing a deep red.

Arin giggled. "Honestly, I've just been improvising this whole time."

"What?!" (also on a03)

[cavewretch]

I would live to hear more of your roier thoughts, both character and creator wise, but I understand if you're too tired with mcyt and the content format for that. just think that the recent post you wrote was incredibly interesting and would be very curious for more.

like apart from general thoughts on roier both character and streamer, what specifically would you be curious to hear him explain about his character?

helloooo!!! don't worry i'd love to say more i haven't mentally escaped cubitos yet lmfao. i'm glad you thought so, anon!! :3

i'd love to hear roier's thoughts on roleplay in general (how he approaches it or prepares for it) bc he's so subtle and long term with his character. i'm curious how intentional he is with his performance too. like of course it's all mostly improvised so his actions aren't usually planned, but his actions in-character build up beautifully. like him in-character hiding that he's good at pvp and then revealing he's actually one of the strongest fighters on the island - that was a months long character choice that he couldn't even guarantee would pay off! or when after bobby's death he stopped doing dungeons for fun, but would immediately snap into fighter mode when he had to if it meant protecting the others. (off the top of my head i'm thinking of the cellbit and felps rescue mission and the code sword mission).

idek if he thinks about roleplay this deliberately but he's gotta have some sort of qroier brainspace constructed bc of how things have progressed, no? like, at risk of being unbearable, yeah it's minecraft but it's also theater lmfao

(also tangent but roier's playstyle for most games i've seen him play is offense, he quickly evaluates a little and then launches into situations headfirst, so it's interesting to watch that translate into a defensive role)

anyways more specifically bc i feel like i haven't even answered ur question yet fjshdjshf - to roier, about qroier: does he want to know his past? does he get frustrated with how he's perceived by the other islanders? what keeps him from correcting people? how does roier decide when qroier's angry enough to show it? to me, qroier's breaking points are betrayal and the people he loves- what does he believe about himself that keeps his personal safety and pride from that list? ALSO this is less important to story im just curious- melissa started as a disguise to manipulate quackity but has sort of evolved into a drag persona, why does he refuse to tell people he and melissa are the same person? (i imagine its to keep the secret from getting to quackity or keeping it as another secret asset in his back pocket but i wanna hear him talk about it)

and finally to roier - if he could retcon anything in qsmp what would he retcon and why hehehe

i thought purgatory would be a breaking point for qroier, and it was in some ways (i'm no longer a clown, i'm no longer joking, actually fuck all this lets burn all our stuff to force system change) but the consequences are so blurry it seems like qroier had to shrink back a bit into lying in wait (FOR WHAT???) once they returned to the island/he was handed pepito. disclaimer tho i haven't watched any qsmp since the end of purgatory i've just read posts and talked w my sister who still watches it

this got out of hand - i hope i answered your question!!!

[princess-of-the-corner]

For no particular reason here is some important, totally canon MHA lore courtesy of Smash:

The support course makes most of the stuff for the hero course including comedy props and robotic copies of the staff.

UA occasionally lets people who want to apply there watch classes and even take part in Hero Course lessons.

Momo can perfectly copy others' behaviour if she tries, can stop her lungs at will and is a magnificent opera singer.

Competitive baseball ceased existing after the dawn of quirks but Ochako is a fan anyway.

Fighting game combos are real but only Ochako can do them because her quirk lets her replicate weird physics engine bs.

Bakugo is an expert cook and baker but is also too scary to be asked about it. He's also a pretty good life coach, a favourite of local kids and one of the better rescuers on the team (according to Aizawa)

Endeavor is the most awkward motherfucker on the planet

Mt. Lady wasn't allowed to take hero courses due to her quirk but still decided to be one with some remedial courses to inspire other people with "volatile" quirks. This was a very mixed success.

Disney doesnt exist anymore but its remnant company is still an ass about copyright.

Izuku has a shitton of stuff about Katsuki in his notebooks and made multiple copies of it to hand out/in case they explode. He's also a cat's cradle expert.

The class is generally pretty good at improvised group dances.

All Might drafted up an anime about his life back in his early career and apparently it's Bad.

Midnight has a shonen rivalry fetish.

Shoto has used Half Hot before the Sports Fest but only in love doses and exclusively to attract cats. He also likes hunting bugs a lot (with a similar tactic) and doesn't know how mosquitos work.

Mic knows Muai Tai and wants to show it off really badly.

13's outfit is apparently a uniform UA just has on hand for Reasons.

Gonna respond to these individually so:

Love that! I've actually discussed before on the same wavelength of how the Support Course would be best suited to learn alongside Hero Students so they can see practical applications! I'd like more if they worked together a bit and/or the support students got classes where they just watch the Hero Training classes and take notes.

Honestly being allowed to check out potential schools you apply to does make sense.

Girl has many talents

how do you lose competitive baseball of all things? Like don't get me wrong I have little love for baseball, but why would it go away?

Ochako is best. Just fuckin. That's hilarious.

Katsuki being good at cooking is great but also being good with children? If a hero career never works out then housewife is a great option. (but also something something 'character with abrasive personality and power that's default dangerous and destructive also being one of the best with soft things that take patience like food and children)

This one? Beautiful. He's a loser. I love him.

It seems some bullshit that she wasn't allowed to take Hero Classes like. She can make a good Hero! And while her Quirk application is somewhat niche, it's not out of the realm of being needed. Hell, between her debut scene being fighting a giant villain therefore matching him in size, and the fact that this is a world where things like giant robots can exist, she's def needed. Like yeah she- she needs to learn to be a bit better about property damage but if she'd had gone to one of the schools and had experienced Heroes coaching her, that learning curve would be fantastic.

Disney will be Disney lmao

Izuku. Honey. I love you but that's a bit stalker-y and I would not be surprised if Katsuki blasts you into oblivion for that.

The gang is just all sharing a brain cell

All Might is also a fucking loser I love him.

I 100% think that all Heroes just have something for the shonen rivalry thing because like. Just. You need a close friend you can have a rivalry with to push each other to be the best you can be and then also spar with one another and oh hey getting pinned down like this is kinda hot ain't it? Every Hero has a 'type' and it's 'someone who will be affectionate but also throw me through a wall'.

Shoto using his fire to make himself warm and attract cats is fucking hilarious like baby!!!

Also a fucking loser I love him

That's hilarious actually

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 05/04/2024

Hey there everyone it's Chaotic Beans! Hell yeah! We're a little angle girl and THERES A BEAN! Oh well hello there Mr bean! Thank you for welcoming me! So we're in the planet of the beans and we gots to find all the beans and explore the beans to find the planet!!!!!

Season 7 Featured on: RIPBLOX

Ripped by The Green Spy, Grambam36

Requested by airy! (Request Form)

Remember just two weeks ago back in March where I was making several posts in a row about rips containing jokes I had little to no knowledge of? Y'know, Poké Village, Viva La LOWAS, Luna, mi Amor - all rips that struck a beautiful emotional chord with me, even though I lacked the full knowledge of what it was in tribute to. In a way, Hey there everyone it's Chaotic Beans! Hell yeah! We're a little angle girl and THERES A BEAN! Oh well hello there Mr bean! Thank you for welcoming me! So we're in the planet of the beans and we gots to find all the beans and explore the beans to find the planet!!!!! is also part of that lineup - only here, its a cacophany of sources I had no clue about making me laugh way harder than they should.

Now, this is the first rip I've covered so far from Season 7's ROBLOX day, an event celebrating the game's 17th anniversary with rips of all sorts made in honor of the game. And as someone who both didn't grow up with it, and has no idea what the platform is like nowadays (other than the concerning monetization), I spent pretty much the entire event as clueless as can be. But even before I had this rip requested to me, it showed up from time to time in my recommendations - something about the ridiculous game title and cover artwork grabbed my attention, so I decided to take a peek.

To put it simply, Hey there everyone it's Chaotic Beans! Hell yeah! We're a little angle girl and THERES A BEAN! Oh well hello there Mr bean! Thank you for welcoming me! So we're in the planet of the beans and we gots to find all the beans and explore the beans to find the planet!!!!! feels like some sort of sensory overload. The original chaotic beans theme by SkyTheFloof is already a high-energy silliness overload song, bringing back memories of rips like :D or Wario's Hampster Mine - its energy is positively infectious, and it's a great touch that the visuals of Hey there everyone it's Chaotic Beans! Hell yeah! We're a little angle girl and THERES A BEAN! Oh well hello there Mr bean! Thank you for welcoming me! So we're in the planet of the beans and we gots to find all the beans and explore the beans to find the planet!!!!! are intentionally made to resemble its YouTube upload. What could then amplify that silliness more than - as The Green Spy and Grambam36 both are best at doing - a good ol' YTPMV?

On the complete opposite side of online silliness, 14 years ago, we saw the upload of the video "cat planet", by the fascinating internet personality raocow. I truly do wish I knew more about this specimen - he's been making "Let's Play" content on YouTube since near its very beginnings in 2009, and has since uploaded new videos almost daily with an unmistakeable goofiness to his commentary, a rhythm and bounce, the kind of voice that just sounds as if he's smiling the whole way through. His playthrough of cat planet sits as his most viewed video for good reason, its such an interesting time capsule of what online content once was, silly, unfiltered, improvised, made entirely for fun - an energy that, I suppose, ROBLOX creators just like SkyTheFloof are continuing to champion today? Either way, the legends behind SUNGORE and Mad Mew Mew Becoming Uncanny, some of SiIvaGunner's greatest YTPMV rips in its entire run, join forces to unite these two pillars of pure, distilled :3-energy. Its the chaotic beans theme with raocow's cat planet commentary melodically added to the song's backing and melody, a duet of two sillies - a shot of pure sugar that I cannot get enough of.

Through just this one rip, I learned a lot about ROBLOX, a lot about raocow, a little bit about internet history in general - and I learned how to have an absolutely :3 time. Hey there everyone it's Chaotic Beans! Hell yeah! We're a little angle girl and THERES A BEAN! Oh well hello there Mr bean! Thank you for welcoming me! So we're in the planet of the beans and we gots to find all the beans and explore the beans to find the planet!!!!! is just such a lovely time, such a cracked idea for a rip yet one I'm glad its two rippers pursued to the end, to give us such true sillycore music for ROBLOX's anniversary. I can never get it out of my head for too long, the two sources are just so infectious and endearing in isolation alone, but hearing raocow's rambles about the lovely cat planet to the tune of chaotic beans just amplifies it to a whole new level, the perfect merger of old and new.

So- congratulations, ROBLOX Day - You got one out of me. Maybe one day I'll take another plunge to see what else you have in store...

[eriquin]

The Trolley Problem, part 44

Stobin time.

(master post)

Steve thought that the drive to the library would be quiet, because Robin had been quiet and nervous when Carol and the others were around. He wondered if she’d taken the time to think about it and decided that it really was too weird to be friends with him, after all.

“I did try to call this morning,” she said. “You didn’t answer, but I guess you were out hiding El.”

“Oh. Yeah,” he said. “Coming to school was kind of a last minute decision.” 

“So was not riding my bike,” she said. “I looked at it and had, like, flashbacks to riding up to Heather’s house.”

“Sorry,” Steve said. “I didn’t really think about that. I can drive you into school, if you want.” 

Robin snorted. “God, can you imagine? I mean, people are already talking about what happened when you showed up at Heather’s party. They’re going to think we’re dating.”

He made a little noise in the back of his throat like he wasn’t sure if he agreed with her or not. It was something that he probably would’ve cared about in the original 1983, and it even annoyed him when people thought they were dating after Starcourt, but now it felt like there were worse things for people to think. “I used to drive you to school all the time, after... I mean, in the other future.”

“We need a good word for your memories so we don’t keep tripping over how we describe it,” she said. “Like, your old future? Attempt number one? Oh, it was like your dress rehearsal!” She laughed. It was a really good laugh.

“I like that,” he said. “Dress rehearsal. Don’t things always go wrong in those?”

“Yep!” Robin said. “We’ve torn up the script and are improvising now.”

“It was really more like a scrimmage, if you think about it,” Steve said. At Robin’s unimpressed look, he added, “A practice game.”

“I know what a scrimmage is, dingus,” she said. “I used to play soccer.”

Steve laughed. “Right. And then Beth Wildfire broke her leg that one time.”

“Ugh, that was the worst!” Robin said, throwing her hands up and hitting the roof of the car. “Wait, were you there for that?”

“No, you told me after Starcourt. We were dealing with someone with a really gorey injury and you thought it was relevant.” 

She pursed her lips in thought. “God, that does sound like the kind of awkward thing I’d say,” she said. “Okay, now I need to know everything else that happens in the future. And, go!”

Steve laughed. He had no idea where to start, but he answered whatever questions she came up with. It was like slipping back into his old life again. He knew that this Robin wasn’t really the same as his old Robin, but talking to her was still easy. 

“If we can get through all of this, like, survive it all? It’s going to be so weird going to school with you,” she said. “We never did that, did we? Like, if I’m doing my math right, we weren’t friends until after you graduated.”

“That’s true,” he said. “We worked together, though. First at Scoops, and then at Family Video.”

“Oh, Family Video,” she said. “That’s a great idea. I’ve been working at the Hawk, but renting videos would be better. Like, new releases are fine and all, but there’s a ton of old movies I’d love to see.”

He laughed again. “Yeah, you loved to pick old movies for us to watch during our shifts,” he said. “Double VHS tapes about doomed love and stuff. You’d get into such a mood about your love life, and you’d just wallow in it.”

She snorted. “Okay, yeah. That does totally sound like me.” She gave him a measured look as they pulled into a parking spot a block from the library. “Are you really cool about the whole, uh, liking-girls thing?” 

He grinned. “That depends. Are you going to get mad at me if I talk about our mutual love for boobies?”

Robin let out a pained squeal and flapped her hands. “Gah! Yes!” She covered her face with her hands and shook her head. “Don’t say it like that. Ugh. I hate that word.”

“I know! It’s, like, one of your verbal weaknesses.”

“Well, stop it! Or at least tell me one of yours.”

“I don’t have any,” Steve lied. He knew she didn’t believe him from the glare that she shot his way. “But I’m sure you’ll make some up. Come on, let’s go see if we can find anything about this Murray guy.”

He hadn’t been in the library in ages, but Robin walked in like she owned the place. She led the way to the back of the library, where everything was just a little bit dusty, and searched through the shelves for a minute. The pictures were still in her backpack, tucked into a folder, but she pulled them out along with a roll of tape. He kept watch as she crouched down by the lowest shelf and taped the folder to the underside of it.

“Okay, right by the Earth science books,” she said quietly. “Let’s keep walking like we’re still looking for stuff.” 

Steve nodded and continued to trail along behind her. She swung by the languages section and ran her fingers over the books until she found one about Russian.

“Why did you hide it back there instead of over here?” he whispered.

She held her finger up to his face. “Because over by languages is exactly where they would think I would hide it,” she said. “I’m subverting expectations.”

He grinned. “Got it. Thinking ahead, huh?”

“A little bit. All this spy stuff is really wild, you know?” She hefted the Russian language book in her hands and frowned. “Do you think they’ll think it’s suspicious if I start learning Russian now? Like, what if they think that makes me a potential defector instead of someone who’s trying to get the jump on the enemy?” 

“I think you might be overthinking it,” Steve said.

Robin shook her head and put the book back. “No, I’m only thinking about learning Russian because of your stories about a Russian incursion in the future. It’s not something I would do if I didn’t have future knowledge.” She started looking through the other language books, running her fingers over the spines.

He sighed and leaned against the bookcase. “You know, us hanging out isn’t something we’d be doing without future knowledge either.” 

She pouted but didn’t look up. “Maybe,” she said. “You did start talking to me in Mrs. Click’s class, though, so we’ve got plausible deniability there.” 

‘Yeah, that was weird of me, wasn’t it?” He sighed. “Sorry if it made your life harder.” 

“I don’t know about ‘harder,’ per se, but it is making people talk about me. That’s really the weird part.” She hummed and shrugged, giving up on the books. “Do you think it’s weird if people think we’re dating just because we’re hanging out?”

“Eh, there are worse things,” Steve said. “I mean, I ditched my best friends and dated Nancy for a year, and people seemed to accept that. Actually, those were probably related. They thought I was crazy to ditch my popular little clique for a girl, but I was in love, so it all made a weird amount of sense. Nobody ever thought it was about monsters or psychics or stuff.”

“You dated Nancy Wheeler? For a whole year?” Robin wrinkled up her nose again. “How did that work out?”

“Uh, it didn’t,” he said. “Like, we really screwed each other up and she broke my heart. That’s how it worked out.”

“Oh, buddy.”

“Yeah, and she obviously doesn’t remember any of it now, so that’s, like, super weird for me.” He pushed his hair out of his face. “Also, she’s so young now. Like, I know I’m young, too, but it really doesn’t feel like it, you know?”

She shook her head. “Actually, I have no idea. How far in the future are you from? Like, three years? Is it really that big a difference?”

Steve grimaced. “You wouldn’t think so, but it really feels like it. In my head, I’m almost twenty.” He tapped his forehead for emphasis. “Meanwhile, Nancy’s sixteen? Maybe fifteen? That’s closer to what I remember the kids being than my own age. It’s screwing me up.” He blew out a breath and looked around. “And the kids look like actual babies right now. Like, I want to put them in a playpen so they don’t fall down the stairs. It’s so weird.”

Robin started to giggle and shook her head. “That is patently ridiculous, you know that, right?”

“I know! But they’re going on about making traps for the demogorgon and I just can’t...” He sighed and shook his head. “Will is the worst about it, too! I thought he’d be more scared after being chased by the thing, but it’s like he wants to fight it the most.” 

“Oh, I know!” She put her hand on his arm and lowered her voice. “I mean, speaking as someone who has also been chased by the thing, I am extremely scared of seeing it again.” 

“See? That’s a sensible reaction.”

“Yeah, your children might actually be crazy,” she said. “Like, certifiable.”

Steve sighed. “I can’t even stop people from calling them my children when I’m not their babysitter,” he said. “It’s like it’s fate.”

They ended up sitting on the floor near the language books rather than go back out into the rest of the library. It was quiet back there, and they kept their voices low enough to not carry far. No one came by to bother them. Robin picked his brain about what sorts of things were going to happen at the school over the next year. Steve could only remember the dramas related to teammates and their girlfriends, but that was enough for her. She filled him in on the ongoing band kids drama, which was fascinating in its own way. 

“I mean, that’s what I knew as of yesterday,” Robin said. “I was just so excited to get invited to Heather’s party that I didn’t even think about how weird it was, you know? Like, Tammy has been noticing me more lately, but I didn’t put it together that it was because she was jealous of you talking to me. I really should have.”

“And I should’ve left you alone,” Steve said. “I mean, it all makes sense in hindsight, but I was totally forgetting about what my social standing in the school meant. The same thing happened to Nancy when we started dating, the first time around. I get why she was pissed at me for ditching her.” 

She pursed her lips. “Yeah, I get it in theory. She must’ve really liked you.”

“She thought she did, anyway.” He gave her a crooked smile. “I can be, like, super charming when I try.”

She snorted. “Sure you can, champ.” 

“So cruel.” Steve put the back of his hand to his forehead and pretended to be hurt. “I would prove it if flirting with literally any high school girl didn’t feel like cradle robbing right now.” 

She snorted again and tipped her head back, clearly trying not to laugh too hard. “Guess you’re out of luck for a while, huh? Gotta wait until everyone catches up to your mental age?” 

“Guess so.”

“Or start flirting with the boys instead.” She grinned. “Now that would really prove that you’re charming.”

Steve’s brain stuttered to a halt as he considered it. “I... Wouldn’t I have the same problem, though?” he asked. “I guess maybe not. A lot of the high school boys look the same as they’re gonna in three years.”

Robin gaped at him. “I was joking.”

“Oh. Yeah.” He shrugged. “So was I, obviously.” 

“Steve.” She gave him a look that said that she didn’t believe him.

The squeaky wheels of the library cart interrupted them, and a librarian came around the corner. She glared at them. “It’s almost closing time, you know.’

Steve checked his watch. It was close to six. “Crap,” he said as he scrambled to his feet. “It’s probably dark by now. I have to go meet with Wayne.” 

“You should go,” Robin said. She threw all her things into her backpack and pulled it on. “I’ll call my dad to pick me up. He’ll be home by now.”

He hesitated. “Are you sure? I can drive you.”

“I’m sure,” she said. “I don’t need you dropping me off again. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.” She grinned and winked at him. 

“We totally didn’t look anything up about that Murray guy, you know,” he said. They walked to the front of the library together. 

Robin shrugged it off, but she bummed a dime off of him to call home. He recognized her mom’s voice on the phone, and she sounded a little frantic. Robin reassured her that she was all right, and that she just needed a ride home from the library. 

When she hung up, she turned to Steve and said, “So, apparently the cops have been by my house looking for me. I guess I should’ve told my folks about Heather’s party, huh?”

Steve grimaced. “Uh, yeah. Probably,” he said. “Should I wait around and explain things?”

“God no,” she said. “That’ll just mean more questions. Just go do the thing you need to do. I’ll see you at school tomorrow, right?” 

“Right.”

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your ‘joke’ from earlier,” she said, shaking her finger at him. ‘We’re going to talk about that later.”

They parted at the door. Steve waited in his car until he saw Robin’s mom pull up. He just needed to know that she was going to get home safe. Once he was sure, he headed out to Hopper’s cabin.

Tagging: @neonfruitbowl

[auniverseforgotten]

I have been summoned! For the characters/fandoms currently giving you brain worms (we all Know it's FGO, but feel free to improvise uwu): 7, 12, 13, 14, 18, 23~ owo

OH BOY HERE WE GO thanks for the ask uwu

I'm gonna put this under a read more right now because I know this'll be longer.

7. Is there a piece of clothing you think [character] is particularly fond of/that you imagine them wearing a lot or like to draw them in?

OMG you started on a nice one ty friend <3 as you well know I love coats,,,so much,,,fabric go swish. So one thing for me is Salieri wearing his first ascension coat even in second ascension BECAUSE HE SHOULD HAVE COAT. COAT GOOD. Also other people wearing each other's coats,,,Salieri wearing Mozart's, Mozart wearing Salieri's.

The avenger agenda trio of Jalter, Dantes, and Salieri all wearing each others. Everyone putting their coats on Lobo because he's the goodest boy.

BUT ALSO ever since I found out about hanakihan's ruler!Salieri oh my GOD I have been FERAL I mean LOOK AT HIM I want this actually in game IMMEDIATELY he looks AMAZING and I would kill for a gentle, beloved Ruler Salieri TwT

[This also continues outside of Fate, like with my favorite character ever Nick Valentine, forever thinking of him offering his coat to the Sole Survivor because he's such an old school gentleman.]

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

OKAY since I already mentioned the teaching AU [which yes did start with one Mozart/Salieri fic], this time I'll talk about the Alter Ego Salieri AU!

So this is really self indulgent and proooobably not really lore compliant but this is fanfiction so it doesn't matter! :D So basically it starts with the end of lostbelt 1, with Mozart in Salieri's head As He Does, but when the lostbelt closes and everyone is unsummoned, he's really terrified Salieri won't be brought through so he just fuckin digs his teeth in and refuses to be evicted from Salieri's body.

Cut to Salieri being summoned in Chaldea and realizing something's Not Right and then realizing the Not Right is OOPS AMADEUS STAYED.

From there the reason why i love it so much is they are really tempered by their love for each other. The Man in Grey wasn't able to reestablish within Salieri's spirit origin, which should have rendered him nonexistant, but Mozart Knows him, knows him in life and in death, and so this Salieri is far closer to how he was in life. This is actually why I decided on an Alter Ego, since this Salieri is an aspect split from the Avenger recorded in the throne of heroes, and because he was held together by Mozart's desire to see his friend whole again. And on the flip side, after realizing Mozart has to live in his mind, now, Salieri actually gets therapy and starts taking care of himself so that Mozart can flourish too. Especially since he doesn't want any lingering selfhatred or hatred for Mozart left over from the Man in Grey to send Mozart spiraling.

It's ALSO really fun because this Salieri is really chill and kind, and so Chaldea's existing Mozart reaches out to him to rekindle their friendship [and possibly more] and the Mozart in Salieri's mind goes FERAL because um WHO??? THE FUCK ARE YOU???????? YEAH YOU'RE ME BUT GET YOUR OWN. So the first time Chaldea Mozart tries to probe about a relationship, the Mozart in Salieri's head is like "you know what the Man in Grey was right let's~ kill him~~ <3 and Salieri just waves it off and works on helping him work through it because no one else could be for him but his own, of course.

Also they're stupidly OP together because it's my AU and I say so <3 the NP is either ST or AOE, I haven't decided yet, but it's a chorus so divine it sounds like death as a mixture of both, and Mozart appears from Salieri's cloak for it <3 and in the NP animation Mozart has his mask from his final ascension but it's shot through with red, black, and gold, and overall his outfit palette is much darker because Salieri's coat.

First ascension is a lot like Salieri's canon second ascension, just with the coat from his first plus some more white accents. Second ascension the coat gets more detailed, more dashes of white and gold lace through his overall design, and he gains a fiery aura,,,ring,,,thing behind him, like the one Mozart has in his final ascension but with a little more flame, and he has Mozart's weird...angel things. And then final ascension Mozart actually manifests kinda like how Orochi does with Ryouma, hanging around and wrapped around Salieri's shoulders like the world's most annoying scarf. Salieri has a lot more white, gold, and some purple, whereas Mozart retains a lot of black and red in this ascension.

One more detail with them is Salieri changes his appearance in terms of like...energy and vitality as well, looking haunted and worn still in first ascension, healthier in the second, and then fully revitalized in the third. Mozart, as a counterpoint, retains an air of frailty around him in their third ascension, not to imply that Salieri is stealing his lifeforce but to show that the Russian lostbelt took its toll and some scars, some trauma you never fully heal from. Salieri worries over him ENDLESSLY, can often be seen gently pushing him to the kitchens to cook him a meal or to their quarters to get him to rest. Mozart complains Loudly about this, but fondly.

Actual thoughts with outfit and detail aren't fully finalized, I'll post them when I have them ;w; same for skills and the like.

13. What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

Hmmm this one's a hard one because I have a million fic ideas in my head, but so many of them refuse to come out, or I feel intimidated or worried that my writing won't be good enough for them orz

BUT a big one for me is I really wanna write Jalter/Boudica, pooooossibly ending in Boudica's class changing to avenger?? BUT the reason I really want to write this ship is I HATE HATE HATE what typemoon did with Boudica and her lore and I just. I want someone to show her it's okay to be angry, that it's okay to hate, and Jalter would be so perfect for it. For breaking her out of the "everyone's big sister" Boudica shape. I have a tiny bit? Of this written up? But I don't like most of it, they're both really hard characters to pin down for me.

Jalter in general is hard for me to write because she has so many layers and she changes so much throughout the FGO story, but honestly the harder part of this is Boudica. Because to really fully grasp what I have to do I would need to reread Septem and her interlude and they did her...so so dirty. I can read actual history fine and work with that but typemoon just. Made choices with Boudica and I haven't been able to bring myself to reread her stuff in preparation.

I also have a ton of fionn/diar wips in my docs but it's hard to work on them,,,they aren't RIGHT

Also BediMer,,,and Bedivere interactions with the knights in general,,,I'm so soft for him,,,,

14. Is there a character or ship you were so sure you would never write/draw but now you've changed your mind?

Yeah so when I first got into fate it was because of YOU, WOLFIE, and I got really attached to Diarmuid pretty fast. And then I got to the North American singularity and Fionn was SUCH AN ASSHOLE TO HIM and I just hated Fionn on instinct ngl. But then I was looking up...either just Diarmuid or something else, and I stumbled on teatitty's blog and all of their fate posting changed E V E R Y T H I N G

Because, like most servants, typemoon only really grabbed a piece of Fionn, but by reading through her fate blogging and her sharing from extensive celtic mythology knowledge, I learned that the real Fionn and Diarmuid's relationship was. Very different, and that the pursuit was much later than most of the Fenian cycle, and wildly out of character for Fionn from mythos.

So after that I DEVOURED all of Tea's fate content and they got me hooked real bad on fionndiar [and other ships], and I have tentatively written some out but I just don't think they're good enough to share sdzfxcgv but yeah went from a NOtp to an Otp real quick w that one XD though I am a multishipper at heart so I do have other Diarmuid ships,,,and Fionn with his various wives,,,and snakecharmer [fionn/quetz/yan]because Tea again,,,,

18. Type [charater]'s name and tell us what the autocomplete suggests as the next word

So I think I did this wrong sdfxcgvh but when I typed Salieri the next word was just 'is' XD So I kept hitting words until I got a sentence and got:

Salieri is the best way to get the best of the world.

I kept going too but it got weirder [added on 'to be in the same room as the first time in the past and i think it was a good idea'] SO. I DO AGREE HE'S THE BEST WAY TO GET THE BEST IF THE BEST IS ANGST BECAUSE THIS MAN CANNOT CATCH A BREAK

23. Has your favourite character/ship changed over time?

I guess I kinda answered this in 14 already hmm. But honestly I've been a multishipper all my life, so not really? Every ship that my silly little brain latches onto is loved equally uwu it's just that Salieri has the brain in his grasp rn XD

WOW THAT GOT LONG THANKS SO MUCH WOLFIE <3

Ask game is: here if anyone wants it or wants to send more to me uwu

[youdontloveme-yet]

Honest question. What does Israel think will happen after this? For real, what do they think will happen?? All will be forgotten?

From a psychological point of view you have currently subjected 3 generations of young people to death and destruction. There isn't but a single person who has not lost family in Gaza. They have the intention of ruling Gaza after this. And think that after eradicating terrorists it'll be all good or what? They'll teach children in school what? "Yeah, we killed your nation, but it was for the greater good and now you need to remember that you have to love us for it." Or whatever else.

Generational trauma does not stop because someone has said so. All the orphaned children will remember how they had to watch their parent's lifeless bodies being dug from under the rubble. The teenagers will grow more and more angry. And if those who are above 25 decide to be peaceful and forgive what has been done, their grief will not die out.

So, Israel's only viable options are to either expelling or kill them all. And I don't see how that will work in their favour. And honestly, same goes for the West Bank. They've been failing miserably to kill this nation for 75 years. What do they think has changed now? Especially having in mind that the world I revolting against Israel.

It's all fun and games until your improvised plan comes to a halt. They have no actual idea what they'll do after. Build their canal? Drill for gas? Sure, go ahead. I would love to see how that will go undisrupted.

I will not even mention the economic and social fall of that place.

But go ahead and build your shit on a graveyard, let's see how it'll work out.

[mykuup]

Another kind of D&D campaign

Summary : Chrissy and Eddie are friends. As she asks, Eddie offers to teaches her how to play D&D but Chrissy will have another idea in mind.

wc : 1.9k

Warning : graphic smut // minor DNI 18+ // fluff and smut // unprotected sex (piv) // PwP // sex at school // oral (f and m receiving) // mention of orgasm

A/n : English isn't my native language so I apologize if u spot some mistakes. Also, I'm starting posting on Tumblr so I'm learning 💜

Originally posted on Ao3

“Teach me how to play.” says Chrissy.

Eddie wouldn’t believe what she just said to him. Yes they were both friends but he never knew that his favorite cheerleader Chrissy Cuningham would be interested in a nerd game such as D&D. However, he could see in her eyes that she wasn’t joking at all.

“You sure ?” Eddie asks, just to be certain of what he heard.

She nods her head, still smiling at him. Eddie makes some room on the table so he could put the book in front of her. She sat right next to him and he could feel her leg touching his through his pair of jeans. He cleared his throat before explaining the rules.

“So here you can see all the characters you can play. You have a warrior, a magician, an elf for example.”

Eddie glances at Chrissy. She was focused on what he was saying, her eyes looking at all the detailed drawings in the book. Her fingers turned carefully every page and caressed the paper from time to time.

“Okay but why aren’t you one of these ?” she asks.

“I prefer playing as a DM or Dungeon Master. It’s funnier ! See, I’m here and I’m the one who decides what the other players will meet.” Eddie rises from his chair to walk on the table. “I improvised traps, I made monsters !” He was making big moves to mimic a terrifying creature.

Chrissy was laughing seeing his show. He came down to sit back next to her and put his hand on his mouth, looking at her, wondering.

“So… You really wanna learn how to play this ?” he asks again.

“Yeah I’m sure… Master.” she purr the last word, looking him in the eyes.

Eddie shivers.

“Don’t start like this Sweetheart, or something could happen.” he gently warned her.

She drew closer to him so he could still hear her whispering.

“What could happen Eddie ?”

Eddie closes his eyes as he feels Chrissy’s hand landing on his thigh. He realized he forgot how to breathe correctly as he opened his eyes to see Chrissy’s face. She was so close he could feel her sweet breath on his lips. He started to spot every little freckle she had and the sparkles in her eyes. She was looking straight at him as he blinked his eyes a few times. He noticed Chrissy’s chest was rising slowly as every breath she took, just like him at the moment.

Gently, he approached his hand full of silver rings to her cheek. She shivered at his touch, her eyes locked with his. Her skin was hot and he could notice her cheek turning pink. He smiles at her before letting his hand slide slowly behind her neck. At his move, Chrissy closes the gap between them with her lips on his.

She could taste tobacco and weed but damn she loved it. She intensifies the kiss by reaching for his tongue. Chrissy could feel that Eddie was surprised at first but then, he let her in. His hand brought her even closer to his body.

But this wasn’t enough.

He rises on his feet, both hands on her hips and lifts her so she could sit on the table. She spread her legs so he could have room to get even closer.

Their kiss was more savage.

Chrissy let her hands get lost in Eddie’s hair as his were reaching for her breast. She let out a little moan at his touch. 

“Oh I definitely love this sound from you Sweetheart.” Eddie growls as he comes back to kiss her again at the corner of her lips.

“Eddie.” she mumbled before taking off his Hellfire Club t-shirt.

They both stopped what they were doing and Chrissy took her time to admire his chest and his tattoos. She started to gently trace the contour of them with her fingertips, giving Eddie goosebump. She keeps on tracing invisible lines on his skin to reach his belt. She unbuckled it, thinking that it would have been fun if his buckle was a real pair of handcuffs.

Eddie takes her face with both his hands to kiss her again. But it didn’t stop Chrissy and he felt one of her hands diving deeper in his jeans, grabbing his length. 

“Huh huh.” he shakes his head no between two kisses. “Let me play with you first.” he adds as he gently pulls out her hand from there.

She lays on the table while he pulls up her skirt. Eddie bite his lower lips before getting on his knees between her legs. He starts to kiss her skin gently, nibbing time to time her inner thigh.

Her skin was so soft here.

As he hears her moaning at his touch, he keeps on kissing her, approaching her center. Both of his hands slowly caress her legs from her ankle to the hem of her panties. Eddie takes it off gently to have full access.

“Ed… Eddie.” Chissy wails as she was starving for his touch.

“I’m here Sweetheart.” he mumbles before kissing her wetness.

She moans again as she feels his tongue exploring her folds. She was dripping wet already. He held on tight at her hips while his other hand came closer to her clit. His many silver rings felt like ice on her hot skin but his fingers were a sweet torture. He starts moving his fingers in circle as his tongue deep dive in her. Chrissy can’t help herself, her hand messing with Eddie's hair as she pulls him even closer. 

“Oh my…” She could only manage to say.

As he kept licking her, his hands were now crawling up on her body, finding one of Chrissy’s tits. He starts playing with her nipple as she could feel him sucking her clit. Her heart was racing as she started to lose her mind. And as he slid one finger into her, Chrissy arched her body, screaming his name.

“You okay ?” Eddie playfully asks, a grin on his face.

Chrissy rises on her elbow and with her foot, she gently pushes on Eddie’s shoulder to detach him from her. He looks at her, wondering and waiting for her next move. She came down to the table and took her clothes off.

Very

Slowly

Eddie watched every move she did. Focusing on her hands, then on her breast, then on her tummy. She was absolutely stunning. He could see her fine muscles under her pink skin.

She then crawled up to him, making him lay on the ground. She was straddling him. His point of view was priceless. She gently caresses his face and gets down to his lips and then to his chest again. She loved to touch him, to feel his skin. She let her hand go down to finally come back to the hem of his jeans. He remembered she was there before he stopped her.

But now, he will let her do whatever she wants.

She takes down his zipper before taking his clothes off too.

“What should I do next, Master ?” she asks as she smirks at Eddie.

He lifts his head to stare at her as she was waiting for his reaction. He could see in her eyes that she wanted him right now. The thing is, he was craving for her to touch him too. Her question was a rhetorical one.

Of course she knew exactly what she would do next.

Eddie saw her laying close to him. As he thought she would kiss him, he felt her lips and teeth nibbing at the skin of his hips. He could feel her hot breath getting closer to his length.

He growls at her touch, already being a mess as she starts to pump him softly. His eyes closed, Eddie tilts his head back, his breath growing fast.

“Damn it Chrissy.” he managed to say. But before saying anything else, he felt her hot wetness around him. Her tongue swirling along his body, she starts sucking him faster.

One of his hands reached her ponytail as her head went up and down on him. Eddie felt like he would explode already. But no way he could be just a tease.

Not with Chrissy Cuningham.

“Chr… Chrissy…” he begs. “Come here.”

She obeyed and crawled up to reach his lips. He kisses her hard, hugging her before swiping places. He was now on top of her, kissing the soft skin of her neck. She spread her legs and felt his warm skin on her. His body was heavy on her but she loved to feel his embrace.

Chrissy could guess he was a bit bigger than the average size but she truly realizes it when he slowly slides into her.

Inch

By

Inch

She closes her eyes as her mouth draws an “O” without a sound. Her nails diggs on the skin of his shoulders. He takes time as he lets her accommodate to him. He was so craving for this kind of touch that he was already on the edge. But wanted to please her, to fuck her slow and hard, to make her cum. He feels Chrissy’s legs wrapping him and he understands it was her way to say she was ready. His hips slowly started to move and it took a minute for their bodies to move in harmony.

Then he thrust into her a bit faster. He detaches himself to watch Chrissy under him. Her breast was bouncing as he was moving back and forth. Her breath grows heavier and she starts to moan louder and louder.

“Ed… Eddie please !” Chrissy whine. 

He caresses her cheek before diving into her up to his hilt. Without any other word, he bites her neck before kissing her deeply as he fucks her harder. Eddie went crazy feeling her so tight around him.

She was dripping wet for him.

Only for him.

And she was there, at her D&D club where he was playing every friday night.

Even his biggest fantasy couldn’t be better than this. He looks at her, still pounding into her. She was sweating as much as him. And he could feel he was reaching his edge. Chrissy held onto his shoulder as she started to say his name on repeat. She was close too. Eddie kisses her and gets as fast as he can, reaching her deepest sport.

“God Chrissy…” he mumbles. “Look… look at me Sweetheart. Open your eyes for me.”

She could feel one of his hands landing gently on her cheek. Chrissy opens her eyes to see him lock his gaze into hers. It was an intense stare and so… intimate. He moves faster again as she feels she was coming. He keeps looking at her and she doesn't stop either as he pulls out and comes right after her in a guttural scream.

Their breaths were frenetic as Eddie lay down next to Chrissy. She looks at him, smiling as her hand caresses his crimson red cheek. He smiles back at her, still daydreaming about what just happened.

Chrissy let out a subtle laugh.

“D&D is fun after all. Can I come back next week ?”

[rajian]

wolgraha-week, day 1 : first kiss

Alright... as I have been a reblogger for a while now I finally got the courage to unleash my selfmade stuff into the wild. Please be aware that I am new to writing fanfics (or anything to be quite honest).

This is a story about my WoL, Rajian Koizumi. Have fun :)

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„So, what did you do for fun…?“ Alisae asked. It was Saturday evening and like every Saturday evening for the past weeks Alisae, Y’shtola, Susumi, Krile, Thancred, G’raha, and Rajian were having a story night. Normally Alphinaud and Tataru would join as well but they could not make it this time. Something about upgrading Alphinauds wardrobe… Todays theme seemed to have just been decided on „activities with little money“ as Alisae asked about Rajian’s childhood at the orphanage.

„We would make do with whatever we would find. Sticks are excellent swords, leaves make a great hideout but nothing beats the ability to climb a tree when you play hide-and-seek!“ Rajian laughed at the memory of how Narakami had searched for her for hours back in the days and never looked up. „When the weather was bad we would play with household items like tying the sheets together to make a skipping rope or selling the pots to each other for chestnuts. Sometimes we would also gather in the living room and one of those that could read would tell the stories of our three books. Or we would play games like spin the bottle.“ – „Spin the bottle?“ Alisae asked „I heard of that but never tried it. Don’t you have to kiss the one the bottle points at?!“ – „Kissing?! What does that have to do with spinning a bottle?“ Susumi was severely confused. „I don’t know anything about that“ Rajian clarified, „we played it with a bowl where everyone would put ideas in at the start oft he game and if you were the one the bottle points at, you would have to draw one.“ – „That sounds like a way more fun way to play the game“, Krile was excited, „Let’s play it that way!“

And so they did. Rajian fetched her hat from the hall stand and everyone began to scribble. Soon the hat was overflowing with ideas though Thancred seemed to be the one who’s ideas everyone was most anxious about. „Alright, time for the first spin! Rajian, I believe the honor is yours!“ Susumi said and handed Rajian a bottle she had found in a box on the ground which luckily seemed to have contained water before. With a deep breath Rajian placed the bottle in the middle of their circle and spun it.

It turned round for round and finally came to a halt pointing towards Y’shtola. She reached inside the hat and read the first task of the evening: ‚Tell us about your most embarrassing experience with cooking‘. „Cooking?!“ Y’shtola frowned. A long silence followed. „Well…“ she began slowly „you know… I don’t really cook…“ Another long silence. Everyone was shocked. „What do you mean, you don’t cook‘?! I thought there was nothing you didn’t know about?!“ Susumi was the first to break the silence. Now it was Y’shtola that was surprised „I just never got any fun out of it so I avoided it whenever it was possible. But yeah, to get back to the original question, I guess it was when I burned the popotos.“ Silence again. Everyone stared at Y’shtola trying to process the information that usually being a genius she apparently cooked popotos long enough for the water to vaporize entirely.

The evening continued with Krile presenting an improvised dance for „Pa-paya“, Susumi reading a book out loud while Alisae and Rajian tried to tickle her (they were moderately successful) and Thancred presenting a perfect handstand on one hand. As everyone was laughing while Alisae tried to balance a book on her head Rajian leaned towards Thancred „whats up, ‘Red? Your smirk has deepened with every piece of paper drawn.“ – „Ah, I am just looking forward to the ones I wrote to be drawn…“ No matter how much Rajian asked he would not clarify though.

However her curiosity should be satisfied soon enough as the next bottle would point towards her and she knew immediately after reading her task that it was one of Thancred’s. ‚Kiss the person to your left.‘ – „So?“ Alisae asked, „what’s it say?!“ Rajian had not read it out loud. She looked to her left where G’raha sat, looking at her with idle curiosity then to her right where Thancred looked as if he’d guessed what she’d drawn. „I… it… well…“ Rajian mumbled, her ears red as the carpet. „It says to… well… kiss the person to my left…“ She hid behind the small piece of paper. „What? Why are you mumbling?!“, Y‘shtola asked, who sat farthest from Rajian. „KISSING?!“ Susumi was as bright red as Rajian. „Nobody said, those tasks would not be allowed“ Thancred surely was enjoying the mess he created. „Well, if you feel… like… uncomfortable about it because it is me… I mean, that would be fine… we can skip that one…“ was the first thing, G’raha said to all of this while being as bright red as most of the present people and nervously fidgeting with his hands. „What?! No, that is not it! I would like to… I mean, I don’t care that… I mean… it is fine… I…“ Rajian was desperatly trying to find words to not tell everyone how she felt while also diffuse G’raha’s insecurity. Gods, what a challenging task, fighting primals was a piece of cake compared to that. „Well… if it’s like that then I don’t mind as well… I mean, it would be… nice…“ G’raha stated. Everyone was closely watching as both Rajian and G’raha turned dark red again. As it was her task, Rajian was the one to make the first step. She took a deep breath and leaned in for the kiss. It was not her first kiss but surely the one she was most nervous about. Not only because of the five other people watching but also because she never cared so much about somebody she had kissed as she cared about G’raha. It was a fraught kiss at first but as soon as their lips met both seemed to relax a bit. Rajian would have almost forgotten about their spectators. A long silence filled the room until Alisae let out a nervous chuckle „well, guys, I think that is enough…“. Rajian and G’raha darted away from each other. Rajian hastely took the bottle to spin it again. „Yeah, right, ah, up to the next person…“ But there was definetly a proud grin on Thancred’s face that would not vanish for a few days.