#TUC season 1

[random-jot]

I’ve restarted The Unsleeping City again and I forgot how many gems there are right in the first couple episodes

• “I don’t read short stories!” I-fucking-conic

• “You shot my tits off”

• Ricky Matsui - a fully grown adult man - has never once doubted that Santa Claus was real, and he’s correct

• The idea of Heaven and Hell using Santa’s naughty and nice list is so fucking funny and so cool

• The whole fever-dream drug trip with Pete right at the start of episode one

• “That sounds like something you all should check out”

[reallyawkwardbeck]

im only on episode ten but … the way that kingston said he owed pete an explanation and an apology and STILL HASN’T GIVEN EITHER ?? like they made up and i love that for them but… they never even caught up with each other on what happened on pete’s end and what happened on everyone else’s end

edit: nevermind 🥰🫶🏻

[martinkate]

unbelievably obsessed w them

[writer-zie]

Archway (and a charming shadow)

REQUESTED: yes || no (@luminoustelle)

PAIRING:Ji Cheong-Sin x named fem!Reader

SUMMARY: You've just finished your shift, and are waiting in an alleyway for a bus because your phone is dead. That's a dangerous situation to be in. Especially with evil spirits around.

WARNINGS: harassment, 2 instances of language

A/N: stay safe my guys, make sure your phone is fully charged when you go out, make sure you have a ride home, or at least are sure that there will be a bus or a train or something, don't go into alleyways to wait, especially not in the night (but try to avoid them anyway)!

ALSO I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER, I HAD SUCH SEVERE WRITER'S BLOCK.

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Zero could describe a lot of things in your life right now.

Zero energy, zero signal, and now, zero battery on your phone. You tapped the lifeless screen in an attempt to coax a response out of it, but to no avail. Your shift had already been hard, and this was just the cherry on top.

Maybe catching a bus would be a better option than calling a ride.

You stepped away from the building, but as you were about to cross the road, a drop of water splashed down onto your head.

And then another.

And another.

It didn't take long before the drops turned into a frigid downpour, and you, having nothing to cover yourself, were forced to run backwards into a nearby covered alleyway.

Great.

Could things get any worse?

No battery, no energy, and now no way of getting home on foot without getting soaked.

You grumbled internally at your situation. All you could do was wait.

A presence hung in the shadows. 2, if you counted the spirit.

"Easy kill here, Chun-gi." whispered a tiny voice in the man's ear. His eyes locked onto your back, looking you up and down. He brought a hand down to his pocket, and his fingers closed around the handle of a flip knife.

You were none the wiser to the danger approaching behind you, eyes straight ahead on the road, checking for buses, and staying warm.

Then, suddenly, you felt something behind you. Not a person, no. You'd feel less distressed if it was. You turned around sharply.

Nothing.

Your senses must've been tricking you, but something told you they weren't. The feeling persisted as you turned back around, pulling, nagging, urging you that something was there, something was there, something was there, turn around, turn around, turn around turn around TURN AROUND—

"Nice legs, pretty."

Your head would've flown off had you turned around any faster. You stepped back, now facing away from the road.

You looked the man in the eyes, before backing away to the opposite wall, ignoring the comment. You weren't in the mood for this.

"Aw, come on pretty, don't ignore me!" he persisted, stepping over to you again.

"Leave me alone."

"Heh, you're a feisty one. You've got a nice ass too."

"I said, leave me alone, asshole!"

The man's eyes shrunk into malevolent slits, mouth shifting from the leering grin, to something slightly more aggressive.

"Now that's just rude." he snarled, hand creeping to his pocket.

"Rude girls like you need to be taught a lesson."

The next few seconds stretched out like dripping tar. You saw the telltale glint of a knife in his hand, and immediately turned and ran out of the alley towards the road, before being grabbed by your collar and fully thrown backwards into it.

People can't do that? People can't do that!

No fucking way.

You crawled backwards, getting up a safe distance away, frantically searching for another route out of the alley. 3 paths, 3 dead ends.

One outcome.

Wielding your bag like a club, you scanned for any possible escape route. Climbing the wall? Nothing to hold onto. You could jump on a bin and try from there, but the chance you'd fall was too high.

The man stepped closer.

"She's got no escape, and there's no one here! Now slit her pretty little throat."

He flipped the blade out.

You swung your bag around you, once, twice, before lunging forward and smacking him around the head.

Dazed, he fell.

You made a break for it, dropping the bag, but something grabbed your ankle, and you faceplanted into the pavement.

The man got up, didn't bother to wipe himself off, grabbed your collar, yanked you up, and slammed you against the wall. Now unarmed, all you could do was use your arms to block your face.

Nothing you could do. You'd bleed out in a dinky little alleyway, and your body would be found maybe hours later. He would've gotten away by then.

But you didn't give him the satisfaction of a defeated expression.

"Any last words, pretty?"

"Fuck you."

And as if that expletive was a message to the world that death was not on your agenda today, a voice called out.

"Hey!"

You both turned at the same time. A man stood on top of the wall you'd been planning to climb, pale grey skies making his figure a shadow.

"What do you want." the man said, dropping the knife into his sleeve.

"What are you doing to that lady?" he replied.

"Lady? This is my wife! Isn't that right, honey!"

Obviously you'd protest. And as you were about to, you felt the smooth metal against the back of your neck. One wrong word and you were dead.

And so, letting fear widen your eyes, you nodded, shaking.

"What are you doing! Don't try and steal my kill!"

"I'm not. This host has an annoying sense of morality."

"Leave!"

"I'll try and make him— oh?"

"Oh what?"

"Just got an exciting new proposition. Kill you instead."

"I doubt that. Let go of her."

"Or what?"

He jumped off the wall, landing effortlessly and almost soundlessly.

"Wanna find out?"

"You're dead."

The man, as if he'd heard something, seemed to tremble slightly. The pressure of the knife did not disappear, in fact, quite the opposite, you could feel your skin threatening to give. You gasped.

The man saw your face change, and in a single, fluid, completely unexpected motion, he kicked the man in the jaw. He crumbled like so many bricks. The knife clattered to the ground.

"You're so dead."

He looked at you. Looked at the pouring rain. Looked at your lack of anything waterproof. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a folding umbrella.

"Here. I'm guessing the reason you were here in the first place was because of the rain."

You were hesitant. He grinned, and shouted,

"Think fast!"

On reflex, you caught the object. You looked back to the man, teeth bared in a friendly smile.

"I'll deal with this guy later." he said, walking up to you.

"I could walk you to the bus stop, if you'd like?"

"Um...if it's no trouble."

"It isn't."

With one last glance at the unconscious man, your saviour got up and the two of you left the alley together. You put the umbrella up between the two of you, sending raindrops flying and running down the sides.

You walked in stunned silence for a few minutes, brain processing what just happened. You'd come so very close to death, one slip of the hand away from bleeding out on your way back from work. And this man, this mysterious silhouette had jumped off a wall and saved you.

"So, um, I just wanted to say thank you."

He looked down at you.

"It's no worries. What's your name?"

"I'm Yeong-nae. What about you?"

He paused briefly.

"Cheong-sin. I like your name."

"Thanks, my mom gave it to me!"

He chuckled. It was an oddly pretty noise. It might have been random, but you felt yourself get a little warmer.

The shelter of the bus stop got closer as you made your way through the rain, chatting and laughing. The sound faded out into a comfortable silence, and you could hear the bus approaching.

"Well, it was nice meeting you!" he grinned, eyes locking briefly on the bus.

"And you! Maybe I'll see you again?"

He smiled.

"Maybe."

The bus rolled up, you waved goodbye, and he began to walk off, before you realised the umbrella was still in your hand.

"Wait! Your umbrella!" you called out, not daring to chase after him, lest you miss the bus. He looked back with a cheeky grin on his face, before jogging off. Friendly curses left your mouth as you folded it back up and got into the bus, sitting down on the first seat you found.

That interaction remained in your mind for quite a while. A strange, charming silhouette named Cheong-sin. Hopefully you would see him again.

As your bus rumbled down the road he made sure it was out of sight before he dashed back down the pavement, heading back towards the alley.

"You didn't have to waste so much time, you know."

"And you don't have to be so picky but you don't hear me complaining."

The brick arch of the alley made itself known, but the man was gone.

"He's still close."

He stepped into the alleyway, footsteps silent like a cat's. The spirit signalled him towards the wall at the opposite end of the alley, and there was a telltale splotch of blood on the umber bricks. Bingo.

With an impressive leap, Cheong-sin leaped straight up onto the wall, and looked down. Oh, what a pitiful sight. He had clearly attempted to climb the bins and escape over the wall, but his head was still scrambled so he'd cut himself on the knife, and fallen into the bushes behind.

"Hello again."

"Go to hell."

"Already done that one."

"Traitor!"

"Relax, you'll just be making me more powerful. Greater good, you know?"

He hopped down into the shrubs, crouching over the man's body as his eyes bled into crimson. There were no screams, barely a struggle as the ash-cloaked blue smoke of a corrupted soul was forced out of his mouth, and into Cheong-sin's, his eyes staining to black, veins twitching at the sudden surge of power.

The body was left in those shrubs as Cheong-sin took a flying leap onto the roof, landing effortlessly. Brushing himself off, he cracked his back before staring into the road, the red top of your bus disappearing into the distance.

Maybe he would see you again.

[vox-fantasma]

i miss my boy pete so bad..... my guy my dude my little friend....... he’s crying about his ex he’s getting top surgery he’s pulling out a gun he’s a drug dealer he’s got a cowboy hat he’s got a peppermint tooth he’s got weird powers he works in a bookstore he’s walking down times square in your dreams he’s punching out an eldritch being he’s a dad he needs more sleep he’s grown up he’s the vox phantasma and he’s got a little teapot. with tea in it. i want to see him again

[adainesfroggieboggy]

we only got 5 episodes of rowan?? how did i fall in love with her so hard the first time?? sofia, i get. pete, too. rowan? has five episodes that start with her being a bitch and end in her performing loudly over the rest of a crowd. queen. icon. legend.

[holywoter]

I need you all to know a court of fey and flowers is only the second dimension 20 season I’ve ever finished. It just did something to my heart. Weeping now that it’s over.

[brokenhardies]

so with d20 after ive finished aso i have three options

continue with a court of fey and flowers

start the unsleeping city 2

continue with a crown of candy

[fifteensjukebox]

making my first ever dimension 20 liveblog post just to say that i'm so glad i sett down my very hot and very full mug of tea just before brennan knocked over the american dream bc i'm still laughing writing this honestly, the tea would not have survived (or perhaps more accurately of my clothes and my laptop would not have survived)

[thisisnotthenerd]

back at it again with more d20 stats

this time we're talking intrepid heroes seating arrangements. disclaimer: i'm not doing this for guests because all of these rely on consistency and patterns.

sequel seasons are counted separately, to make the total number of seasons seven.

table format:

i organized this by assigning numbers to the seats at the table, formatted like so:

L or R for left or right side of the table from the dm's perspective

number indicates distance from the dm. the higher the number the further you are towards the point of the triangle.

thus, the full seating chart is below:

most common player per seat:

L1: tie between emily axford and zac oyama: 2/7

L2: tie between emily axford and zac oyama: 2/7

L3: lou wilson: 3/7

R3: siobhan thompson: 3/7

R2: brian murphy: 3/7

R1: brian murphy: 3/7

you may ask, why doesn't ally have a most common seat? well my friend, they often occupy seats that murph does, and he sits in them more than they do.

player side preference:

this refers to the side of the table the players most often sit. this will also include distance from the dm.

murph leans hard right: 6/7 seasons on the right, close to the dm (3R1, 3R2, 1L2)

ally follows close behind with 5/7 seasons on the right, generally the 1 or 2 spot (2R1, 2R2, 1R3, 1L1, 1L2)

emily leans left: 5/7 seasons, generally in seat 1/2, much like ally. she's been moving steadily to the right with each new ih world (2L1, 2L2, 1L3, 1R2, 1R1)

zac also leans left: 5/7 seasons, but is closer to a middle split than emily (2L1, 2L2, 1L3, 1R3, 1R1)

siobhan started right and is moving left, but is often in the back: 4/7 left (3R3, 2L3, 1L2, 1L1)

lou has the same back lean that siobhan does, and same left: 4/7 (3L3, 2R3, 1R2, 1L1)

player combinations:

for the purposes of this, L3 & R3 are functionally both next to and across the table pairs. in some cases this will look a little weird. numbers may also be skewed by the number of times someone sits on an end seat (L1 & R1). this is the full list for everyone, so there are repeated numbers.

emily axford:

next to:

zac oyama (4/7)

brian murphy (3/7)

lou wilson (2/7)

siobhan thompson (1/7)

ally beardsley (1/7)

across the table:

brian murphy (4/7)

siobhan thompson (3/7)

zac oyama:

next to:

emily axford (4/7)

siobhan thompson (3/7)

lou wilson (2/7)

ally beardsley (1/7)

brian murphy (1/7)

across the table:

ally beardsley (6/7)

lou wilson (1/7)

siobhan thompson:

next to:

lou wilson (6/7)

zac oyama (3/7)

brian murphy (2/7)

emily axford (1/7)

ally beardsley (1/7)

across the table:

lou wilson (4/7)

emily axford (3/7)

lou wilson:

next to:

siobhan thompson (6/7)

zac oyama (2/7)

emily axford (2/7)

ally beardsley (2/7)

across the table:

siobhan thompson (4/7)

brian murphy (2/7)

zac oyama (1/7)

ally beardsley:

next to:

brian murphy (5/7)

lou wilson (2/7)

zac oyama (1/7)

emily axford (1/7)

siobhan thompson (1/7)

across the table:

zac oyama (6/7)

brian murphy (1/7)

brian murphy:

next to:

ally beardsley (5/7)

emily axford (3/7)

siobhan thompson (2/7)

zac oyama (1/7)

across the table:

emily axford (4/7)

lou wilson (2/7)

ally beardsley (1/7)

placement around the table offers an eye into player dynamics, mostly in terms of player synergy and dm-player communication.

being next to someone gives good opportunities for communication--the players can collaborate and discuss options in a way that they can't necessarily do with the people who sit further away. also very funny opportunities for space work and joint bits.

being directly across from someone lets you read their face easily and tends to have strong character interactions. also deep bit potential that someone next to you might not catch. some examples: 'i can see my dick!' from tuc, the hairy baby gag and every sofie-kug interaction, kingston and misty, barry and gunnie, fig and riz, margaret and skip, jet and ruby, saccharine and ruby, theo and amethar, liam and lapin, sidney and riva, pib and pinocchio, ylfa and rosamund.

this obviously isn't exclusive. a lot of the funniest moments come from interactions across the table that aren't in the pure combinations.

seat archetypes:

this is a little more opinion from me, but here's my general impression of the characters (not players) that end up in each seat. this obviously isn't a hard and fast rule, but more vague in their application.

L1: you're in for some nonsense buddy. lots of personal change, realizing who you are and what that means after one major change in your life. arcs vary in how prominent they are, but by god you're going to get some bits out of it. lots of mixed martial-magic.

fig faeth

ricky matsui

liam wilhelmina

gunnie miggles-rashbax

rosamund du prix

L2: reliable energy. their arc isn't always most prominent, but their development is strong and they're steady throughout. sometimes holding the key to saving the world in their hands. even split of martial and magic.

gorgug thistlespring

sofia lee

theobald gumbar

riva

mother goose

L3: lowkey chosen one energy. their arcs get very involved with the overall adventure arc. pointing in the direction of plot movement, but also learning to connect/reconnect and care for others after being isolated. heavier on the full casters

adaine abernant

kingston brown

jet rocks

saccharina frostwhip

norman "skipper" takamori/skip

pinocchio

R3: the journey involves their sense of self and their place in the world. wearing a lot of masks and hiding your struggles only for it to come out violently. even split of martial and magic, heavy on rogues, bards, & sorcerers.

fabian aramais seacaster

misty moore/rowan berry

iga lisowski

ruby rocks

margaret encino

puss in boots (pib)

R2: recognizing the harm and wrongs done in your past and seeking to correct them by becoming more than who you used to be. also just some nonsense. absurdity built into the character concept. even split of martial and magic, with several mixed martial mages as well.

kristen applebees

kugrash

cody walsh

amethar rocks

sundry sidney

gerard of greenleigh

R1: pointing in the direction of plot movement. taking the power that is given to you and learning duty and responsibility from it. moving past loss and engaging with the world in a new way. also a bunch of bits. a little heavier on the martial than the magic.

riz gukgak

pete conlan

lapin cadbury

cumulous rocks

barry syx

ylfa snorgelsson

and that's it for now on thisisnotthenerd's d20 stats. tune in for the next thing i hyperfixate on. this one got long.

[ppmcb]

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Will David ever learn?

This is the seventh story from my distant past. All names used in my stories have been

changed to protect identities. I was chatting with @cheflingko which caused me to recollect

these events.

This was my second job out of college and was with Toys “R” Us (TRU.) This take place in the

mid-1980s, about 36 years ago.

I had completed TRU’s management training programs and was promoted to operation

manager of their highest volume store west of the Mississippi.

I was responsible for all employees, cash management, accounting, hiring, firing, etc. I had six

subordinate assistant managers, 25 cashiers 2 head cashiers, 4 assistant head cashiers, all in

all 300 employees in season (September to January) and about 150 during the rest of the

year...we did about $200 million in revenue a year and my books, accounting and safe had to

match to the penny.

This position was stressful and had tremendous responsibility. I had one assistant manager,

David, who was four years older than me and four inches taller. He always looked disheveled by

mid shift — you know the type — untucked shirt, pants drooping, underwear waistband showing

etc.

I noticed that David was a tighty-whities wearer. His preferred brand was the blue and gold lines

of Fruit of the Loom (FOL) Briefs. I often warned him, when I saw him disheveled that this was

not the appropriate look for an Assistant TRU Merchandise Manager. I would often send him to

my office to straighten his attire out. TRU was a family store and you had to look the part.

One day, I had had enough of the disheveled look and told him he needed to straighten himself

out otherwise I would do it for him, he laughed and said, “What are you going to do, pull up my

pants and tuck my shirt in?” I evilly smiled. I thought to myself, not a bad idea, but maybe with

a twist.

His comment sort of through the gauntlet down, daring me to take action . Being a manager,

who liked being challenged, I said to him, “You continue to try my patience and wait and see

what happens?” He laughed and went to the office to fix his attire.

Less than two hours later, he was disheveled again and making a point of having me see him,

he laughed in anticipation, and cheekily said, “Oh, don’t you owe me something!” I replied, I

guess you don’t want to learn, why don’t you meet me in my office.” He laughed and head

upstairs to my office.

In my office, I have the obligatory desk, filing cabinet, two visitors chairs (across from the desk),

a floor safe, a couch behind the chairs, a hat/coat stand, a full-length mirror on the door’s back

and the obligatory Company motivational photo. Important nonsense, such as “Your Imagine is

Our Imagine”, and “Remember You set the tone with Customers”…

Once, in my office, I shut the door and said to David, “Please stand in front of the mirror and tell

me what you see.” He egotistically said, “An attractive, tall, slender, good lucking man with

green eye and blond hair.” I replied with a chuckle, “You sure do have a high impression of

yourself” and added, “What about your untucked shirt, and drooping pants, with your tighty-

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whities showing.” He amusingly laughed. At this point, I was standing directly behind him and

could clearly see his face. I further added, “Do you feel your current attire meet Company

policy?” He giggled, “I think it’s funny, what are you going to do about it?” and added defiantly,

“Pull my pants up and tuck my shirt in?” I laugh and add “That not a bad idea!” He had an ear-

to-ear smile with a quizzical look, daring me to act.

I immediately reach out and quickly grab the waistband of his exposed FOL Briefs and pull

upward, and out on top of his orange shirt. David immediately goes onto his tiptoes and let out

a yelp and an ohh and ahw. I did pull several times until the briefs were halfway up his back

with his shirt tucked into his briefs. When they seemed to be as high as I could get them, I

laughed and offered, “Oh is that what you meant – your shirt is now nicely tucked in?” David,

laughed, looking into the mirror, and said “Awesome!” “I didn’t think you would do that.”

I suggested that he go downstairs and fix himself in the restroom. He laughed again. My office

was off the breakroom which would require him to walk across the breakroom to the stairs.

There were several other employees in the breakroom and saw him and his FOL Briefs pulled

up to the middle of his back on top of his orange shirt. It was comical and several employees on

break, laughed and chuckled. The contrast of the black trousers, his orange shirt tucked into

the back of white briefs, half way up hois back, made a nice contrast of colors that stood out for

all to see. When he got to the other side of the breakroom and on the landing of the stairs

down, David broke out in laughter, and bowed to the other in the breakroom; which only caused

the other employees to cheer him on and laugh.

David went to the restroom, straighten out his attire with no other incidence of being disheveled

that shift. When we locked eyes later in the shift, he gave me an approving smile. I thought to

myself that he must like wedgies, why else would he let me do that to him?

The next night, David and I were working the same shift. About two hours into the shift, David

was disheveled in his attire, and again made a point of having me see him. With a sigh and a

laugh, I said, “David, didn’t you learn anything from last night?” He Laughed and replied, “I

guess not”, I sighed, chuckled, and shook my head in disbelief [at my good fortune]. He added

with a Cheshire grin that would make the Mad Hatter blush, “Maybe you need to tell me again in

your office.” I replied with an evil chuckle, “I guess so, let's head up to my office.” I tell

Geraldine, my head cashier that we were going to my office for some employee “counseling and

mentoring”. See had seen him last night in the breakroom and just snickered.

We went upstairs to my office. David was wearing a dark blue button-down shirt, and navy

trousers. The tighty-whities waistband was clearly visible with great contrast against the blue

outer cloths.

We get into my office, David shuts and locks the door, adding with a smile, “This way we won’t

get disturbed.” He takes a position directly in front of me and in front of the mirror. I could

clearly see his face and green eyes, when he added with a daringly laugh, “Oh, are you going to

show me again how my shirt should be tucked into my pants?” I replied with a laugh, “I guess

so, you haven’t learned yet!” At which his eyes got big as I pulled the back of the tighty-whities

up to the middle of his back and out on top of his shirt. I did several pulls until he was on his

tiptoes. Once he was on his tiptoes, I pulled further lifting him off his feet. His eyes just got

bigger and continued to groan, apparently enjoying the wedgie.

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I must of held him of the ground for 2 to 3 minutes casually shaking him from side to side

amongst his groans and guarded laughs. I then quipped, “I have another idea,” in which David

replied, “I can’t wait to see!” I quickly let him go down onto his feet and as quickly begin pull up

on all sides, when I had the briefs up midway on the sides, I swiftly turn David around so he was

facing me and I was looking into his green eyes. I then quickly fish out the front of his briefs and

pull skyward causing him to rock back on his heels. This results in him letting out a groan, and

he groan, “Ouch! Let me down. I wasn’t expecting that!” I comply have his briefs up all the way

around midway up his back and stomach. True to form the FOL Briefs were incredibly strechy.

I add pleased, “Well, David have you learned your lesson?” In which he replied, I think so!” I

suggested he go down stair to the restroom and that he sorts himself out.

When he went across the breakroom, several employees on break saw him, his all around

wedgie that stood out against the blue shirt and navy trousers. They laughed, applauded and

cheered him on. David took it all in enjoying the attention and was sight to for all to see. He

was careful to keep his attire in order with no periods of disheveling for the remainder of the

shift. I thought that he seemed to have learn his lesson and there would be no other

opportunity. I was secretly disappointed. Tout est juste dans l'amour et les guerres!

Well the next night both David and I were on closing, and I was fairly certain that I would not see

a disheveling repeat. The shift went well and by the end of the shift, about 30 minutes before

we closed, David was again disheveled. He was wearing black trousers and a rich pinkish- red

button-down shirt. Again, his pants were drooping clearly displaying his white briefs by about 2

to 3 inches. He smiled and made sure that I noticed the condition of his attire. I shook my head

disapprovingly, and weakly smiled. I said to David, “I guess you haven’t learned, meet me in my

office after we close.”

I really couldn’t do anything at the time because I had to focus on cash control and shutting the

store down. David had to focus on restocking, with his team. The Store had to be restocked

and all funds accounted for before management left. Often this took one to two hours out of

season and 4 to 6 hours in season. There was always a race to see if operations (cash

management/accounting) or merchandising management would finish their tasks first. On this

evening we finished at the same time, because we were tired, I told David, “I am tired, let's deal

with this on our next shift.” David seemed disappointed, but he seems to understand.

So, we go about closing and locking the store. The final item is for me to lock the store and set

the alarm in the presence of one of my Assistant Managers. Since David was disheveled, I had

him stay while we set the alarm.

For some reason, the alarm would not set, (which wasn’t uncommon for this store) so the

procedure required us to call the alarm company for assistance. They indicated that they would

not be out for four or five hours. In this case, this required two members of management to

remain in the store. Often, this meant staying the night in the locked store until the next day’s

management crew arrived. Both David and I have done this many times, being in a toy store,

we typically spent our time watching videos, playing video games, sleeping all to past the time.

Since it appeared that we were going to spend the night, I had David stay and released the rest

of the Management Team. Well once everyone left the store, I said to David with a laugh, “I

guess we are stuck here all night – so I guess we can work on correcting your attire problem

rather than doing it on the next shift.” He grinned and said he would meet me in my office.

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When I got in the office, he shut the door, and stood between me and the full-length mirror with

his white briefs clearly above the waistband of his black pants. I reached over, grabbed a chair

and brought it over to the hat/coat rack, which was catty-corner to the door with the mirror.

David had a puzzled look but was interested. I told David, “I have a twist on what we have done

over the past two nights.” I added with a smile, “I am certain that this will convince you not to be

disheveled in your attire.” He laughed and said, “We’ll see!” at which point I firmly grab the

back of his tighty-whities and pull skyward lifting him off his feet. Before he realized it, I climb-

up on to the chair taking David with me suspend by his briefs. The briefs waistband had moved

to just below his shoulders and his leg holes were showing. His eyes grow very wide and he

squirmed and shutter when he realized what I was going to do. I quickly changed my grip

gathering the leg hole together at the back and looped them over a hook on the hat/coat rack. I

let go, jump off the chair and moved the chair away leaving him dangling about four feet above

the floor. The undies waistband immediately went to the base of his head, he gulped, squirmed

and laughed. It was very comical to watch as he struggled with his hanging/dangling situation.

Watching the situation unfold, I quipped, “Gosh David, those undies must be awfully strong, I

would have expected them to rip!” David chimes in, “On no, they are new, this is the second

time I’ve worn them.” To wit I reply, “Good we will let you hang there until they rip,” with a

maniacal laugh. He cautiously laughs, and groans, “That may be two long!” I reply, “Well it

appears we have all night for them to rip!” David, groans again resign to his fate. I ask him, “Do

you want me to help cause them to rip sooner?” David said, “Yes, any help would be great!”

So, I grab both of his feet and begin pull at a 45 degree angle, which merely caused the

waistband to go up the back of his head. I then said, “Oh well they do not appear to want to rip!”

David groans, squirms, and laughs. At which point, I suggest, “Why don’t you hang in there and

get some sleep!” I shut off the light and lay down on the couch, I could hear David squirming,

fidgeting, groaning and laughing; he never did get them to rip. They were a tough pair of briefs.

After about an hour of this I got up, turned on the light, pull on David’s feet one last time to see if

he would rip free. He didn’t; so I asked David, “Have you learned your lesson?” He groaned,

“Yes, can you get me down, they are not going to rip!” I said, “Okay, but first what have you

learned.” David hastily replied, “Well my pants are not to be drooping, my shirt is to be tucked in

at all times with no undies showing!” I said with a laugh, “Great, it will only be worst the next

time I have to counsel you on this; I am glad that you have learned your lesson!” I then go over

to him and tell him to put both hands on my shoulders and push down, raising his backside up,

and reducing the undies pressure on the hook facilitating my removing him from the hat/coat

rack.

He was immediately relieved. He fidgeted with the undies, digging down the front and the back

of his trousers, ostensively pulling the undies out of places where they normally don’t go. Mad

many cutes faces as he worked on untangling his undies. Finally he sighed and dropped his

pants and dug his wedgie out. It was very comical.

You would have though he had learned his lesson; however, he did not learn his lesson. During

the remaining year I worked for TRU; I had an opportunity to give him many more wedgies. I

think he truly liked being wedgies. I have not seen David in 35 years, I wander if he still like

wedgies…

[chungledown-bimothy]

top 5 d20 combats?

later tonight, i might go through every single d20 combat, make a tier list, and then get back to you with a more thorough answer. but i don't have time for that right now, so off the top of my head:

1- deep bleu sea (acoc). swirlwarden to get back into the boat. what happened to liam. chucking motherfuckers in the ocean. cumulous.

2- bearing the scars (burrow's end). the bear. aabria letting lila have the tongues if she took more damage. stoat through the heart, tula's to blame. THE BEAR. the naming convention for the chipmunks. "DO YOU SPEAK STOAT? Do better!" THE BEAR.

3- chaos in the cathedral (acoc). it hurts. it hurts so fucking much. i'm tearing up a bit just thinking about it. but every single choice and roll was narratively perfect. i could write an essay about it.

4- ambush on the sucrosi road (acoc). both because the fight itself is fun but also how effective an exposition it is. in game- as plot establishment, amethar the UNFALLEN, jet's willingness to do anything for ruby, lapin letting a child blackmail him to keep his secret, calroy (in retrospect, of course)- as well as out of game- brennan is not fucking around this season. there will be no arthur aguefort with the phoenix egg. he is out for blood.

5- times squaremageddon (tuc). the conversations with the american dream (including rowan fucking so hard she cut his hp in half), pete listening to all of them, esther going through the portal and grabbing ricky's ass, ricky and kugrash sacrificing themselves. stephen sondheim with swords (iirc santa claus gave him the swords?)

[ssvnormandysr-1]

I still can't believe Zac made Ricky entirely naked to go on the stage with Misty in TUC season 1 like not just the shirt, not leaving the underwear on, just full on display with sick hanging out. Hell yeah Get Nasty my man

[supercantaloupe]

What is the antisemitism in TUC season 1? Does it have to do with Wally the golem?/gen

[ID: an ask from an anonymous tumblr user that reads "would love to hear more about the antisemitism in unsleeping city! was a while ago that i watched it and can't remember what you might be referencing but definitely want to be aware of it.]

no, it's not about willy the golem -- i actually think willy is a great addition to the season (even if i wish we got to see more of him), and an indication to me that brennan/the showrunners were definitely trying to be sincere and inclusive. i want to make it clear that i don't think anything antisemitic in tuc is there intentionally; i think it's there out of simple ignorance, which is also why i think fans don't frequently see/comment on it either. but i don't think that's an excuse, either.

my grief with tuc1 is largely centered around its portrayal of robert moses as the villain. especially by making him a greedy, power-hungry lich working en league with bloodsucking vampires. (also his mini is literally a green skinned skull man in a suit. yikes.) here's the thing; i know robert moses was a real life horrible person, who actually was racist and powerhungry etc etc. and i know that robert moses, the real actual person, was jewish. my grief with tuc1 is not that they chose to use robert moses over literally any other person (real or fictional) to be their season villain (though i'd be really curious to know what tuc1 would have looked like with a different villain), but that they chose to take a real jewish person, turn them into an antisemitic caricature, and then only barely add other portrayals of judaism to balance that out.

like, tuc isn't completely devoid of other jewish representation. as you mention, there's willy the golem -- and again, i really like willy, and i love that it's a portrayal of a golem that's faithful to jewish folklore (ie as a benevolent, guardian construct rather than a mindless destructive monster. i am not a fan of how 'golem' is so frequently misused as a generic enemy creature in other fantasy and ttrpg spaces, including other seasons of d20). but as i said earlier, i wish we see more of him in the season, because he's not around very much, and feels a little more like worldbuilding than a full character to me. also, he's not human. jews are people.

the only other human jewish character in tuc1 is...stephen sondheim. which, again, yeah, that's a real person who really was jewish. but i really wouldn't blame you if you had no idea of that when watching tuc1. maybe from the name you could guess he might be jewish, but i don't think people ought to make a habit of trying to 'clock' someone being jewish by having a 'jewish-sounding' surname. as he's portrayed in tuc1, you'd never know he's jewish, unless you happen to already be pretty knowledgeable about the man in real life. it's far more likely you'll know him as a theater legend than anything else (may his memory be a blessing).

now i'm not saying that brennan or the showrunners should have played up the jewishness of Real Person Stephen Sondheim to counterbalance the depiction of robert moses; that just feels weird to me, especially considering that sondheim was literally alive when tuc1 was filmed and released. it's a tricky thing to portray real people in fiction alongside made up characters, especially when they are contemporaries, and i don't think 'outright caricature' is the way to go about that. nor do i think that moses' jewishness should have been played up at all, because again i don't think that would have been particularly true to the person/character, and also Fucking Yikes. but, c'mon, if you hear the names 'moses' and 'sondheim' next to each other, which one do you associate more with judaism?

and as it stands, these are the only representations of judaism in tuc1. one admittedly nice but very minor nonhuman character; one human character you'd never be able to tell was jewish; and a third human character who, while never explicitly referenced as jewish, plays into some really hurtful antisemitic stereotyping. and it was a choice to not include anything else. maybe not a deliberate one, probably more likely one made out of simple ignorance than anything else, but a choice nonetheless. in a city with one of the largest and most visibly jewish populations in the country, and a culture that is inextricably influenced by that jewish population. a jewish population which has been and continues the target of rising hate crimes for years. i know that nyc means different things to different people, and everyone's nyc is their own -- but my nyc is jewish, and it sucks that that its jewishness is referenced directly in only one very minor way, which is greatly overshadowed by its, in my view, really insidious indirect references.

i don't know exactly how to go about addressing this. obviously, the show can't be changed by now. even if it could, i think the final product would be very significantly different from what it is now if the villain was something/someone else. i think including more references to jews in new york, more (human) jewish characters, hell, even mentioning hanukkah celebrations and menorahs in windows (it takes place in late december, after all; depending on the year it's not at all out of place for hanukkah to coincide with xmas!) would help. having literally any more positive jewish representation in tuc1 would, i think, help balance the bad stuff that's there. because, yeah, robert moses was real and he was terrible and he was jewish. but he's one jewish guy in a city with over a million jews, the vast majority of whom are just normal people. i don't want him to be the only vision of us that people get, in tuc1 alone or in any media. i'm not saying that jews can't or shouldn't be villains in fiction; but especially if you are a goyische creator, you should be really careful in how you're portraying us, and if there are other contrasting depictions in your work, too, in order to not (even accidentally) demonize jewish people as a whole.

[sixthsensewulf]

something about the Intrepid Heroes season villains just make me go insane. . I don't know what it is but my god. . I can understand and have justification on why they are doing the thing that they are doing but I hate them anyway...

Let's talk about it. .

The Unsleeping City Chapter 1

Robert Moses..... Not going to lie, the season caused me to do a fucking deep dive on Robert Moses and honestly made me love the Unsleeping City more.

I can do a dive into Unsleeping City because the way the world is built around NYC. Hearing 'The New Colossus' by Emma Lazarus, being read/recited when they were talking about the Statue of Liberty. The locations, I was like yep that totally makes sense and works.

I'm sure it's the same with TUC Chapter 2. I've literally just started this season so I can't give thoughts.

Neverafter.

What can't I say about this season. It was my first one, it was also very horror coded. But the villains, my god the villains.

The "Arthurs" - just the fact they were omni-present and probably not aware until the stories started to fight back, and suddenly joined in on the fight.

The Princesses - You can be fed up with your destined destiny and what happens after you get your happy ending. THEY HAD A POINT, it was a fucking good argument. . They just went about it the wrong way. I'm glad Elodie saw reason from her frog prince and the rest of the group. But my god, they were good villains that revealed their hand when the guards of the group were down.

Minerva / Step Mother. - NO NOTES, SHE SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME. . Just that moment of getting revealed and her history. . Just. . Yeah. .

The Fairies - yeah... I mean apart from the Orange One. .just yeah, we knew they were in the wrong. . But yeah.

Starstruck

The Brain Slugs - I'm not going to write the dynasty of the slugs. Skip's family. That one. Their plan was dumb but it did make sense. I mean you can take over anybody and control them.....

I mean this season was pure fun and chaos not to love it, the villains had their reasons and I get it. . Pure sci fi villain shenanigans.

A Crown of Candy

Now... Granted I have seen clips and things about this season not all the way through so I do know some spoilers etc. .

I also know this is Game of Thrones meets Candyland..

The villains make sense etc, Calory had a fucking good reason to do what he did.

Fantasy High

KLCK HAS REASONS FOR HER BEHAVIOUR. . SHE IS ALSO A TEENAGER. She is so well written and designed.

[lovecolibri]

The start of Gorgug's dance was ABSOLUTELY the hairy baby dance from TUC 🤣 The Intrepid Heroes have known ONE (1) dance move since the second ever season of the show.