#and for that i am sorry

[wombywoo]

running you with red.

[diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls]

i am so ready for persassius jackson in the form of walker scobell

[thegoldenarcher]

maybe one day i will finish this

[heartlungslivernervez]

i have a confession: I have never actually played this game before, but have watched several 2h+ play through, read the wiki, watched people play it, and despite having no personal experience with this masterpiece, I'm suddenly being inspired to do things again. like write. and make videos.

magic game, this one is.

[dimension20npcofalltime]

Tournament Two: Round One - Bracket Two [Dimension 20 NPC of All Time]

Garthy O'Brien vs Ayda Aguefort

Propaganda under the cut

Garthy O'Brien - They/Them

Campaign: Dimension 20 LIVE, Pirates of Leviathan

Who are they?

Garthy O'Brien (pronounced GAR-tee) is a Half-Orc Aasimar pirate and impresariex of the Gold Gardens. They trade in a lot of fine goods, especially magical items, and are known for their ability to break curses.

Why are they the NPC of All Time?

"They are iconic, they are amazing, they are (by d20 most-fuckability poll) the most fuckable NPC. How can they not win??"

"FUCKED THAT RAT MAN. SEND POST, IF YOU'RE GOING TO INCLUDE MULTIPLE PROPAGANDA SUBMISSIONS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE CAN YOU INCLUDE A GARTHY ONE THAT MENTIONS JACK BRAKKOW I WILL GIVE YOU MY MY LIFE. DOESN'T HAVE TO BE MINE BUT I NEED MORE PIRATES OF LEVIATHAN LOVE"

Submitted by: WON THEIR SUDDEN DEATH MINI-ROUND

Ayda Aguefort - She/Her

Campaign: Dimension 20 LIVE, Pirates of Leviathan

Who is she?

Ayda Aguefort (pronounced EYE-da) is a half-phoenix divination wizard and a librarian in the Compass Points Library in Leviathan. She is the daughter of Arthur Aguefort and girlfriend of Fig Faeth.

Why is she the NPC of All Time?

"Queer Black autistic pirate wizard librarian of my heart <3"

"Shes the lesbian autism rep we NEEDED"

"Autistic, wlw, immune to fire damage. Need I say more?"

"Daughter of perhaps the most powerful and most unhinged man in the world, and a bird made of literal fire. Beyond being a black canonically-autistic lesbian wizard/phoenix who becomes girlfriend to one PC and best friend to another, she is also immortal in a way that is both beautiful and tragic. She raised Garthy, and was then raised by Garthy, and then she will most likely be raised by Adaine ad infinitum—gifting Adaine eternal company as a fellow immortal, but also the pain of loss each time she dies and the joy of rediscovery each time she is reborn. Truly the most character of our time."

"AUTISTIC SWAG YOU KNOW IT."

Submitted by: WON HER SUDDEN DEATH MINI-ROUND

[halfagone]

That was great!

For my next prompt, it’s something I’ve seen a little bit on tumblr and a03 before, but part of the plot of this prompt is what if Danny was adopted, but instead of being Batman’s son, he’s the son of Joker and Harley that she gave up for obvious reasons. The prompt starts with Danny coming to Gotham as Phantom for some reason or another, only to accidentally run into Harley and have her recognize him, somehow Danny also realizes she’s his mom (maybe his core trills or something?), and angst ensues! What do you think? I think it’s a cool concept and adds a whole lotta extra implications for Dan as well.

Danny canonically has a birthmark that's the shape of Florida, so you could actually use that as his identifier instead of some ghostly trait. Like, Harley notices it first (maybe his shirt is torn or something? I don't remember where the birthmark is now, unfortunately) and is like "WHEEE WHOOO THAT'S MY SON GET HIM OUT OF HERE!" And when Harley tries to boot him out of Gotham, for his own safety of course, Danny is like... "You seem familiar..." Maybe Danny is a toddler when he's adopted!! He could have always compartmentalized the trauma since a young age or he was just that young that a lot of things are fuzzy from back then. I remember a very specific scene from when I was, like, three years old but a lot of the details and faces are missing. Maybe Danny's in a similar position! Or has similar memory.

I can imagine that Harley actually gives Danny up for adoption, without the Joker's knowledge, but she fudged his signature so that he couldn't put his foot down. As far as he's concerned their son is dead for a 'funny joke'. (And yes, Joker actually bought that and is okay with it. He is a little upset he didn't get an in on it though.) Maybe this is even around the time Harley starts to realize how unhealthy their relationship is, because she was literally fearing for their son's life and how much is a baby worth to him? How much is she worth to him?

So you know, character development?

Anyways, life goes on, Danny gets adopted, all ends well? I definitely think if Danny realized he was the Joker's son, he would freak out. Mostly about the implications- like you said- that world destruction and terror is apparently a genetic thing for his family and it truly is 'inevitable'. You know, all that good shit.

Whenever I think of the Joker as a parent, I either think of the Harley Quinn show where he's an oddly good stepfather or that comic where he was pregnant for whatever reason. Wild stuff.

[sunlitmcgee]

on one hand I fully get why some people are so averse to qpr cbench if cclingy being Hard Coded as brothers and siblings is important to you, but also in my mind they still call each other bro and cuddle and shit quietly agree it's funny and stupid and silly. I think of them as the childhood friends who struggled to realize the nature of their attraction to eahc other for so long Because of how long they viewed one another a ssiblings, until it clicked that Oh wait . we can make a Bit out of this

[demo-wise]

Suffocating

Summary: The reader has a bad anxiety attack at a concert, and Brian is able to assist them.

Pairing: Brian May x fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety attack, continuous mentions of anxiety, cringey dialogue? I think that may be it.

Word Count: 2.2k+

A/N: A very, very late request from @theichabbieclub. Hi, love, I’m so sorry this is so late! Things have been very crazy for the past few whatevers and better late than never? My sincerest apologies, but I really hope you like it! It’s been a long time since I’ve written for Queen. And just a general note, I did call Brian May “Mr. May” purposely, only because during the time this takes place, he would not have finished his Ph.D yet and would technically not be a doctor yet, and it is not meant to be disrespectful to him. Enjoy!

You couldn't handle this. You couldn't you couldn't you couldn't. Trapped on the crowded floor with virtually no way out, to say you were feeling claustrophobic would be a gross understatement. This was the downside of going to see a concert, and to have floor seats, and to go with your party-happy girlfriends that didn't understand that you were prone to severe anxiety attacks. It was like a sensory overload, blinded by the strobe lighting, deafened by the booming bass, numbed by the combination of it all, so many, too many bodies constantly bumping into yours and forcing you one way or the other. Your eyes began to blur from the onset of tears. You pressed a hand to your heart, feeling its rapid rhythm. You had to get out of here as fast as you could. 

You could feel the onset of your anxiety slowly building and building and building, like a fire had been lit at your feet and the flames have just now reached your throat, licking up your body in a way that made you want to peel your own skin off. Your vision blurred and you honestly didn’t really know where you were going, but you knew that you had to get away from the walls that were slowly closing in on you, cutting off your movement and your breath. Finally you were able to shove your way through the people around you, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and fighting your way to it. You still have no idea how you got past security.

By the time you had escaped the suffocating swarm of people, your eyes were blurring at the edges and your heartbeat was slowing rapidly. Oh no, no, no, no. You couldn’t pass out here… wherever that was. Although there was really nothing you could do, your vision was going and you were getting dizzy. You just hoped you wouldn’t hit your head in the fall.

—

You came to on the floor and positioned on your back. Your necklace was on the ground next to you and you had the most wretched pounding in your head. 

“Hey, are you okay? Do you know where you are?”

You tilted your head to the side to see a very tall, slender man with a curly head of hair haloed by the stale fluorescent lights above you. Your headache seemed to worsen as you became aware of them. You tried to sit up but the man placed a hand gently on your shoulder.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea if you move right now.” He said. You quite liked the sound of his voice, he sounded kind.

“I’m… I…” you paused, squinting to look at his face better, then lifted a finger to him, “you were on stage, weren’t you?”

He let out a quiet chuckle, “Yeah, I was. My name’s Brian, what’s yours?”

You told him your name, to which he smiled a very pleasant smile, patting your arm once and standing for a moment. You were about to ask where he was going but then another figure appeared in your line of sight, someone holding a large leather bag. The second man then kneeled before you and opened his bag.

“Hi there,” he said, taking out a stethoscope, “I’m the on-call doctor for the band. I heard you passed out? Do you know who you are? Where you are?”

You then understood Brian had called a doctor of sorts to check your vitals. You shook your head, “No really, I’m good. I know who I am, my name, where I am, all that. I just lost consciousness because I was having a anxiety attack out there,” you sat up before the doctor could protest, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment to adjust to the headrush. “You see, my friends and I, we got floor tickets, and I didn’t realize it would feel so suffocating out there, so I tried to get out, and I ended up here before I passed out.

The doctor nodded, “Okay, well, regardless, I’d like to check you for a concussion. You may have hit your head on the way down, it’s hard to tell. Does your head hurt at all?”

“Only a bit, but it feels more like a headache from the lights,” you pointed up.

“Alright, well let’s double check anyway.”

For a few minutes you sat there while the doctor looked over you, asked you details about yourself like name and where you were from, then had you stand up and walk a few feet back and forth. Once he was done he picked up his bag again.

“Well, you seem to be fine, but I would follow up with your doctor tomorrow, I can’t definitively tell without a CT scan. Take care,” he said, and after waving to Brian, left.

Brian turned to you, “Do you still feel faint? It’s only intermission, and I really don’t want to send you back out there if you’re going to get another anxiety attack.”

“No, I’ll be fine, although I may just go home, I can’t be out there for another hour,” you laughed, “but thank you for all the help. It was a great concert from what I saw.”

Brian thought to himself for a moment, lifting a delicate hand to rub at his pointed chin. “What if you sat on the side of the stage? It’s not as crowded as the floor, and you could get your friends over here too.” He mused, quirking a brow at you questioningly.

You hesitated, “Really? You’d let us do that?”

He nodded, his cheeks flushing a bit, but probably just from the heat.

“Sure,” he paused, calling over one of the security guards, “Dave, could you take this woman out to the floor to get her friends and bring her to side stage left please?”

Dave nodded, then turned to you, “This way, miss.”

He guided you out of the backstage area, where intermission was basically over. You felt a pit in your stomach as you were met with the continuous sea of drunk people talking and milling around, waiting for the band to start up again. You tapped Dave and pointed over to your two friends, who were each holding cheap beers and trying to see over the crowd. You felt guilty, they must have been looking for you. As you drew nearer, Emma spotted you, tapping Olivia on the shoulder and pointing over at you.

“Thank god! We thought you’d been trampled or something!” She shouted over the crowd, reaching out on of her tanned arms to you.

Olivia spoke up, “Uh… are we being kicked out?” She asked, eyeing the security guard close behind you.

Before you could say anything, Dave interjected, “Ladies, Mr. Brian May has requested that you come backstage and watch the rest of the show from there. If you would just follow me.”

They both mirrored each other’s shocked faces, which were then turned to you, a million silent questions being asked at once.

“I’ll explain later,” you dismissed, already feeling the people close in on you the longer you were standing there, motioning your friends to follow you out.

They did without another word, although you could tell they would be attacking you with questions as soon as humanly possible. You all weaved through the maze of people, people talking, dancing, swaying, kissing, and some eyeing the group of you curiously, until finally you broke free and felt the air come back to your lungs. You took in a breath and felt your shoulders drop, glad to be out of that mess.

Dave led you through a few hallways that you didn’t remember navigating when you initially made it back there, but you chalked that up to the desperation to be out of the crowd, and your tunnel vision at the time. The closer you got to the stage, the more people there were, and at first you were a bit worried - would this be just as claustrophobic as out in the crowd? There certainly were a lot of tech people and roadies milling around the area, and they did not seem to care if they were in your walking path. Although that anxiety dissipated as soon as you were actually up to the side stage, realizing that there was certainly not a crowd of people there, just some roadies and a few groupies hanging back to wait for the band, which you could deal with. Dave pointed to a clear space near the front of the stage and guided you all there, where the band was already playing the intro to Now I’m Here. 

“Here’s where you will be until the band let’s out. I’ll be nearby, so let me know if you feel like you’re going to pass out again,” he pointed at you, then offered you a friendly smile, retreating to the back wall.

“Okay… I have… so many questions, but let’s start off with the obvious. You passed out?” Emma insisted. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers.

You put a placating hand on her shoulder, “Yeah, but I’m okay! I just got really anxious in that giant crowd and somehow I passed out backstage.”

Olivia blinked at you, “How though?”

“Honestly I have no idea…” you conceded, “But so I woke up and the guitarist, you know that guy with the crazy hair? He found me during intermission and said that if I didn’t want to go back out into the crowd I could come and watch from the side.”

“Okay what kind of fucking book are you living in?” Olivia interjected, though you could see the grin spreading across her lips as she spoke.

You shrugged, “I don’t know, but I’m not gonna question it.”

Your friends laughed in agreement, then paused to listen to the music.

“We’re gonna question it later though, right?” Emma inquired.

“Oh yeah definitely.”

“Absolutely.”

—

After the show the three of you were reeling, and you felt on top of the world. The band was amazing, the drinks were flowing, even backstage, and adrenaline was keeping you hopped up and excited. You weren’t ready for Brian to be standing in front of you when you turned from talking to Olivia, and you almost bumped into him.

“Hello, how are you feeling?” He asked, sweaty and breathing heavily from the show, but still exceedingly polite.

You gave him a grateful smile, “I’m feeling much better, thank you Mr. May. We had a really good time,” you gestured back to your friends, still standing behind you in shock.

Brian shifted his gaze to them and held out his hand to shake each of theirs, “Hi, nice to meet you both. I understand your friend had a small predicament earlier. Thank you for accepting the sudden change in location for the concert.”

Emma nodded, still in shock, while Olivia laughed and exclaimed, “Accepting! Please, thank you for inviting us!”

Brian laughed and accepted her thanks, then turned to you, “Would you mind if I had a word with you?”

Your eyebrows lifted, “Um, sure…” you turned back to your friends, checking with them to see if they were okay being left alone for a few moments, but they were already walking away, sending you suggestive grins and thumbs-ups.

You laughed quietly to yourself and allowed Brian to lead you a few feet away to a quieter hallway, close but not so close that you were still surrounded by the stagehands. 

“Thank you again, Mr. May, I really cannot thank you enough for earlier, and—“ you began, but he lifted a hand to stop you.

“Please, call me Brian, and it was no trouble. I really just want to make sure you’re okay,” he insisted.

“I’m fine now, thank you,” you assured him.

“Good. So…” he shuffled his feet a little awkwardly, considering his next words, “… I was just wondering if you have anything else going on after the concert?”

You did, you had work the next morning at 7:00 am, but what’s one missed day?

You shook your head, “No.”

Brian nodded, “Good, that’s… good. I was just thinking…” he stopped, bringing a hand to his face to rub over the bridge of his nose and chuckle quietly to himself, “I can’t believe I’m doing this…”

You raised a brow at him.

“Well, I was wondering if you’d be interested in staying back and having a drink with me? On the house, I promise. I just… well to be frank I think you’re really lovely and I…” he trailed off, sneaking a glance to gauge your expression. “…Am I totally out of line here?”

You giggled, your cheeks burning, “No, no, you’re not. I would love to stay. Can my friends stay too? I’m their ride and I can’t leave them,” you explained, also considering the fact that they may kill you if you didn’t invite them to the VIP club too.

“Of course, they can, no problem. But you… you’ll stay? Really?” He checked, giving you a small smile.

You nodded, a bashful smile gracing your lips, “Yeah, why not?”

Brian returned your smile, and you quite liked the way it looked on his lovely mouth.

He held out a tentative hand to you, “Good, good, let’s go then.”

You grabbed hold of his hand, mentally preparing for the night ahead of you.

[crayonurchin]

Respectfully, if you guys actually TRIED hienz beans on crisp buttered toast with your choice of brown sauce or ketchup, you might realise that joy can be easily attained

[naddpod-encounter-tourney]

Thanks for organizing this!!! I’ve been very excited to start voting! And I’ve been checking for blog daily for updates for the last three days :)))))

Omg thanks for the recognition! I genuinely really appreciate it!

In all honesty round 2 may not start until Monday but I’m glad people are enjoying it!!

[marinaimsure]

sometimes, more often than not, i feel bad that i enjoy aot. but i feel bad bcuz it's not what people think it is. at least, i dont think it is? i feel bad bcuz whenever i mention it there's like, this silence that surrounds me. there's racism in the show, there's genocide and it's not good. but, that's the fucking point. that's the whole point. and im mad at the fans who dont get it, who would defend genocide bcuz the protagonist is responsible so they think he can be excused. no, he cannot be excused. and that's the whole point. what he's doing is wrong. that's what the manga author tried to get across. that this is not right by any means. a series of tragic events lead to that incident but that doesnt excuse it. it's bad. it's not right. we know. the author knows. that's why he wrote that story. that's why he chose that even the protagonist's friends go against him bcuz they know genocide is wrong.

but i also think that most people who havent watched the anime are judging it based on what they've seen online. how they've seen the fans behave and react to specific content. so, i dont blame anyone. it is pretty fucking annoying that so many are defending genocide just because the protagonist is now the villain of the story. it just goes to show how many dumbasses there are in this world. but if you are a decent human being (like i think i am too) and you sit down and you watch the anime, i think you'll understand what i mean. i think you'll understand my point of view and as far as i know, the author's point of view as well. i think you'll see why the anime is not defending genocide, but critisizing the protagonist's actions, showing how bad racism can be.

[suashii]

for an event

[honeyjars-sims]

It’s Anthony’s first Prom. And last. Because I am done, guys. It’s not my Promblem anymore. Send help.

Anthony has a little crush on Nataly, but he’s having a hard time taking things to the next level. They shared a nice friendly dance, but that was about it.

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

today I am thinking about gently kissing Saeyoung's bandaged arm after what happened in the Secret Ending to help it heal faster <3

I KNOW IT SHOULD BE THE RIGHT ARM LEAVE ME ALONE

[mikami]

I think people are testing you with weird questions b/c they want you on their side as a good analyst. I swear those are nobody other than L fans who try and get you to write analyses about L. Because there's nobody to analyze the character the way you analyze any character. That's what I've felt.

SOME ANONS REALLY FEEL LIKE THIS, though I am mostly thinking of the one person who is obsessed with trying to make me talk about how Misa is a bad character, haha.

Though with the L thing... I honestly have no problem writing analytical content about characters I am not personally into!* It's really as easy as asking me - and if I have a thought on it, I will probably answer, haha.

*with the caveat that I don't write super long analysis these days and everything will be a bit shorter than it might have been three years ago