#blackjack script

[partywithponies]

I'm going to make my fanfic even more about Alex, Shaz, and Ray than ever before, out of spite.

[badbrake]

“ hey, his losing streak has nothing to do with me. not my fault he's bald and sucks... ” she pouts, slightly sulking before sighing in defeat at the mentions of any winnings. “ i thought i hit big with all the chips i got but it was 200 bucks at most. what a scam. ”

　　ᝰ　　“  𝙷𝙴'𝚂  ��𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙻𝚈  𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽  𝙰𝚃  𝙸𝚃  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂.  you'd  think  by  now  he'd  realize  he's  shit  out  of  luck.  did  you at least  win  anything?  ”

[yvvxs]

Quality Time...

↪ ft. argenti. aventurine. blade. boothill. caelus. dan heng & imbibitor lunae. dr ratio. gallagher. gepard. jing yuan. luka. luocha. sampo. sunday. welt.

Cleaning Argenti's ship with him, getting the dust out of the finer details alongside him. It would be a hassle usually, but it was much better when he was with you. You who were like an Emanator of Beauty to him, he could never get sick of you, or your presence.

Sitting beside Aventurine in the casino as he wins his 54th game of Blackjack that night. His arm wrapped around your waist, smiling and having fun together as you watch the endless riches flow into his bank account.

Going on a late night stroll with Blade. The city was busy and bustling, but that wasn't going to bother either of you. Just the two of you, no script to follow. No guards to seize him, he's in disguise anyways. No one will notice him through his... Sunglasses and mask. It'll work.. Neither are his companions or mara there to annoy him. Not now, as you enjoy each others' presence.

Running through the ships of the IPC with Boothill. The men shooting at the both of you. He has your back, so he won't let you get injured by some bullets. He even has time to taunt them with some famous dance moves as the two of you evade their attacks.

Digging through trash cans together with Caelus. He could care less about the crowds of people watching this. He was enjoying it, giving you little small trinkets he thinks you'd like. A toy that someone threw away, a bouquet from a rejected man.. A golden trash bag? Well, it's the thought that counts, right? It was cute just watching him dig through the bins to find something for you.

Staying up and updating the data bank with Dan Heng. The faint sound of machinery and typing the only sounds in the room. Other than the sound of pen on paper from when he writes something down. Alternatively, laying beside Imbibitor Lunae in his supposed bed. But it was so much comfier, especially when you were wrapped in the arms, and tail, of your boyfriend.

Reading a book with Dr. Ratio at the local library. A small treat for the both of you as he had just finished his lecture. Refreshing his own mind with both the intelligent writings, and your presence. At least he didn't have to deal with any idiots at the moment.

Learning to brew up some nice drinks with Gallagher. He shares his favorite brew with you, and you share your own concoction with him. Clinking your glasses together in a toast, drinking one anothers' mix of flavors.

Adopting some new plants with Gepard. Trying to get a nice flower to take care of together. Placing it in a nice flowerbed with some ferilizer, and watering them thoroughly. You'll have to teach him some tips and tricks to gardening. Or maybe you're learning alongside him too. Either way, it'll be fun taking care of a little plant baby together, don't you think?

Napping with General Jing Yuan at work. Sneakily giving him an excuse to slack off for a bit. They wouldn't dare disturb your slumber, would they? How cruel of them if they tried. Inhaling your scent as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. Drifting further into sleep in the comfort of your arms.

Watching Luka as he trains for his next match at the Fight Club. A moment just for the two of you to spend together. You motivating him to keep going and get stronger. To win even more battles. He couldn't do it without you.

Walking around the different stalls the Luofu offered with Luocha. Buying a few things from some merchants just for you. Away from any prying eyes, in a world made for just the two of you.

Carrying a few supplies for Natasha's clinic with Sampo. Being able to help the Underworld with him being an enjoyable task. Especially with him, who wouldn't be entertained by his presence? You knew you definitely were.

Having afternoon tea with Sunday. Away from the responsibilities of being the head of the Oak Family. Just a small quiet moment between the you and the halovian. Some sugar cookies going along with the drinks. He can't help but feel much better with you.

Sitting in the Astral Express carriage with Welt. Watching the stars fly by, the meteors go past the windows. Maybe looking up at the light shaped like a whale, reaching out for it while you lay your head on his lap. It was nice spending mundane moments with him, alongside the more fun and action-filed ones.

↪ I think having some quality time with them is nice :)

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[mediocre-shark-tales]

Las Vegas GP

Masterlist

Trigger Warning- slow burn of increasing themes including sexism, SA, depression, and implied grooming

The Las Vegas paddock was alive with energy, even more so than usual. It was a blur of lights, noise, and a sea of fans proudly waving American flags and homemade signs, their excitement infectious. As soon as I stepped out of the car, I felt a warmth in my chest seeing their creative, silly displays.

One sign read, "Rain Queen of F1, teach us your ways!" while another joked, "Y/N for President (of overtakes)!" I couldn’t help but laugh, waving to the crowd as I made my way closer to the barriers where they stood. One girl held up a plush duck wearing one of my mini race helmets, and I just had to stop and sign it.

“Did you make this?” I asked her, holding up the duck with an impressed grin.

She nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! It’s for good luck in the rain!”

“That’s adorable. I’ll keep that in mind if the clouds roll in this weekend,” I teased, signing my name on the duck's little helmet before handing it back.

Another fan handed me a neon-pink sign with glitter that said, "We love you, Y/N, our American racing queen!" I held it up briefly, posing for photos with the fans, enjoying every second of this rare, genuine connection with them.

“Good luck this weekend!” someone shouted from the back of the crowd.

“Thanks, guys! I’ll do my best!” I called back, flashing a smile.

But as I turned to move down the line, I felt a firm but gentle tug on my elbow. My manager, clearly on a mission, leaned in and whispered, “Alright, champ. We’ve got media duties to get through. Can’t keep them waiting.”

I bit back a sigh, reluctantly stepping away from the fans, though I waved at them one last time. “See you all later!”

As I walked off with my manager, I glanced back at the fans who were still cheering, holding up their signs, and waving their flags. Their energy stayed with me, like a little bubble of joy in the back of my mind. Even though I was heading into the less exciting, more scripted side of racing life—media duties—I couldn’t help but feel a little lighter knowing I had their support.

I just hoped their enthusiasm would carry me through the long day ahead.

The Aston Martin media team was in full swing, setting up a vibrant corner of the paddock for a special social media feature. With Las Vegas being one of my home races, they’d gone all out with a fun, themed activity for me to do: answering fan-submitted questions while navigating a mini Vegas-inspired obstacle course that included a roulette wheel, a slot machine, and even a mini blackjack table.

“Alright, Y/N,” one of the media team members grinned, holding a camera. “This is going straight to the Instagram and TikTok accounts, so bring your A-game!”

I laughed, stepping onto the glittery carpet they’d rolled out for the setup. "No pressure, huh? Should I start practicing my influencer voice?”

The first task was simple: spin the roulette wheel, and depending on where it landed, I had to answer a different type of question—personal, racing-related, or something completely random. I gave the wheel a spin, watching the colors blur together before it landed on red.

“Okay, first question!” one of the media team members said, holding up a card. “Who would be your dream celebrity teammate?”

“Oh, easy,” I said with a cheeky grin. “Ryan Reynolds. Not only would he keep the team’s spirits up, but can you imagine him giving a post-race interview? Comedy gold.”

The team laughed as they reset the roulette wheel, and I moved to the next station: the slot machine. Pulling the lever, I waited for the symbols to line up. Three cherries! A small cheer went up, and someone handed me another card.

“If you could rename one corner on the calendar, which one and what would you call it?”

I tapped my chin, pretending to think hard. “Hmm, I’d rename corner 12 on the Brazil track to 'The Rain Queen’s Curve'—not biased or anything.”

The next stop was the blackjack table, where I had to play a quick round with one of the crew members. Between shuffling cards and answering more fan questions, I couldn’t help but notice how much effort the team had put into making the activity feel personal. Around the setup, little touches of my presence were everywhere—fans' signs propped up in the background, a big banner that read, Welcome home, Y/N! in neon lights, and even a small stuffed version of the rain duck from earlier sitting next to the blackjack chips.

“What’s your favorite thing about being back in the States for a race?” they asked while I was dealt my cards.

“Well, the fans, for sure,” I said, smiling. “They go all out. I mean, have you seen the signs they make? Also, I get to use American measurements for once. None of that kilometers stuff, by the way, what the fuck is a kilometer?” I joked, winking at the camera.

After finishing the blackjack game—losing spectacularly to the media team’s card shark—I posed with a miniature version of the iconic Las Vegas sign. The media team recorded a final clip of me blowing a kiss to the camera and saying, “Alright, Aston fans, wish me luck this weekend! I’ll see you all out there.”

As the crew wrapped up, I felt a rush of gratitude for the way they’d gone above and beyond to make this feel like more than just another media obligation. Even in the chaos of a home race, there were little moments of fun and connection that reminded me why I loved what I did—on and off the track.

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the Las Vegas circuit as I settled into my car for Free Practice 2. FP1 had been decent, but I knew there was room to improve. The balance of the car still felt a bit off, and I was determined to push harder this session.

“Alright, Y/N, let’s focus on Sector 3 this time,” Landon’s voice came through my radio, calm but firm. “We’re losing a bit of time there. Watch the apex at Turn 14—it’s where you can claw back some tenths.”

“Copy that,” I replied, gripping the wheel tighter. My focus sharpened, every muscle in my body ready to fight for the improvement I knew was there.

The lap felt solid so far—each corner smoother, the car responding to my inputs with more precision. As I approached the infamous corner where Lando had crashed last year, my mirrors suddenly filled with the sight of Liam’s car, far too close for comfort.

“Liam’s right on you. Hold your line,” Landon warned.

Before I could react, the hit came. Liam’s front tire clipped my rear, and the car jerked violently to the side. I felt the rear spin out as the car whipped around 90 degrees. My heart shot into my throat as I fought to correct it, but the car slid onto the curb, the world tilting unnaturally.

My stomach dropped as I felt the car lift off the ground. Time seemed to slow, and all I could do was hold my breath as the car flipped onto its back. Sparks screamed against the asphalt as I skidded, my helmet pressed painfully against the headrest from the force.

“Y/N, are you okay? Talk to us!” Landon’s voice crackled through the chaos, panicked.

The barrier rushed toward me too quickly, and then—impact. The crash knocked the wind out of me, pain shooting through my side as everything went still. For a moment, all I could hear was my own ragged breathing, fast and uneven.

“Y/N! Do you copy? Are you okay?” Landon’s voice broke through the haze.

My hands were trembling as I fumbled for the radio button. “I—I’m here,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. My chest felt tight, panic swirling in my head.

“Are you injured? Can you move?” Landon pressed, urgency thick in his tone.

“I think… I think I’m okay,” I stammered. “My side hurts, but I don’t think anything’s broken.”

Landon’s voice softened, though I could still hear the tension underneath. “Alright, just stay calm. Help’s on the way. Don’t move unless you have to, the FIA has actually red flagged the session now.”

Trying to stay positive, I let out a shaky scoff and asked, “So they red-flag this but not when someone’s car is practically parked on the racing line?” My attempt at sarcasm was weak, but I hoped it might lighten the mood.

There was a pause on the radio, longer than usual, and I braced myself for Landon’s usual dry humor or a quick comeback. Instead, his voice came back softer, almost hesitant. “I’m not gonna lie to you, Y/N… it looked really bad from anyone else’s perspective.”

That stopped me in my tracks. My smirk faded as his words settled in, the weight of what had just happened finally hitting me. I could hear the concern laced in his tone, the kind of worry he rarely let slip. My chest tightened, and I felt a lump forming in my throat.

“Yeah, well… I’m still here,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. It was an attempt to brush it off, to reassure both of us, but it felt hollow.

“You are,” Landon agreed softly, his tone unwavering. “And that’s what matters. Just breathe, okay? You’re safe now.”

The humor I’d clung to earlier was gone, replaced by a sobering realization of how close I’d come to something far worse. The ache in my side was a reminder, but so was Landon’s voice—steady, grounding me in the reality that I had made it through.

I clenched the steering wheel, trying to steady my breathing, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The car felt suffocating, like I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t escape. My eyes squeezed shut as I willed myself to stay in control, to stay calm.

When the marshals finally reached me, their voices were calm and soothing. “We’ve got you. Just stay still,” one of them said.

I nodded weakly, letting them work to extract me from the car. As soon as I was out and seated on the ground, the adrenaline began to fade, replaced by the dull ache in my side and the weight of what had just happened.

“Y/N, you scared the hell out of us,” Landon said over the radio again, his tone softer now. “Just breathe. You’re okay.”

Tears pricked at my eyes, but I held them back, focusing instead on the steady rhythm of my breathing. “Copy,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I tried to pull myself together. I knew that he wouldn’t hear me now that I was away from the button to respond. But it helped to pretend he could. 

Further down the track, I spotted Liam standing next to his car, the only visible damage being a popped front tire from where he’d collided with me. His helmet was off, and he was kneeling on the ground, his head in his hands. His whole body seemed to sag with relief, and I realized he must have just understood—I wasn’t severely hurt, or worse. The weight of what could have happened must’ve hit him like a ton of bricks, and for a moment, I could see the guilt and fear radiating from him, even from this distance.

I tore my eyes away, focusing instead on the marshals checking me over and the hum of activity from the paddock in the distance. Grounding myself in the moment was all I could do. I was okay. Shaken, sore, terrified—but okay.

The medical team had cleared me with a bruised rib cage and a sore neck, nothing that a night of rest and some ice packs couldn’t handle. I got to change into a comfortable hoodie and joggers. I was escorted back to the garage, where the sight of my wrecked car made my stomach twist uncomfortably. It looked awful—completely mangled and nowhere near race-ready. My job now was to trust the team to bring it back to life, but trust wasn’t something I could extend to everyone.

Henry was waiting for me, clipboard in hand and that ever-present smirk on his face. I tried to keep my expression neutral as I approached him, reminding myself to stay calm. He launched into an explanation about the car's timeline, detailing how long it would take to rebuild and what it would require. But as he spoke, I caught the faint, unmistakable smell of alcohol lingering on his breath. My stomach churned. He wasn’t drunk—just tipsy enough to let his inhibitions slip even more than usual.

I stayed quiet, nodding along to his words, hoping to keep the conversation strictly professional, but it wasn’t long before his demeanor shifted. His voice dropped into a tone that sent chills down my spine as he leaned closer. “You know, if you really want this car ready before FP3... I think we could work something out. A little... private arrangement between us.”

My pulse spiked, panic and anger surging in equal measure. “Henry, don’t. I’m not in the mood for this,” I said, stepping back, but he followed, undeterred.

He reached out, his hand brushing against my arm, then trailing lower toward my waist. “Come on, don’t act like you don’t know how this works. You scratch my back, I scratch yours,” he murmured, his touch making my skin crawl.

My hands clenched into fists at my sides, but I forced myself to keep my composure. I couldn’t afford to lose it—not now. I’d been smart enough to set my recorder going before entering the garage, and it was still capturing every disgusting word he uttered. That was the only thing keeping me grounded, knowing I was building a case against him.

Just as I opened my mouth to push back harder, a sharp knock on the door interrupted us. Relief flooded my chest as Henry froze, annoyed by the intrusion. A young intern poked their head in, looking slightly nervous. “Um, excuse me. A few drivers are here to see Y/N,” they said, glancing between us.

“Oh, thank god,” I muttered under my breath before brushing past Henry, ignoring the way his eyes burned holes into my back. I left the room quickly, desperate to put as much distance between myself and him as possible. Whatever waited for me with the drivers, it couldn’t be worse than the corner I’d just been backed into.

Stepping outside, I blinked against the bright paddock lights, the cool evening air a welcome contrast to the stifling tension inside the garage. Leaning casually against a wall was Lewis, arms crossed and his signature calm-but-concerned expression softening his features. He pushed off the wall as soon as he spotted me, his gaze sweeping over me like a doctor assessing a patient.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, his voice warm and steady, though his eyes were sharp, scanning me for any sign of discomfort. “That crash looked… rough.”

I forced a smile, hoping it didn’t look as strained as it felt. “I’m fine. Sore, but nothing major. Medical cleared me already.”

Lewis nodded, but his concern didn’t waver. “I heard. Still, I wanted to check on you myself. Crashes like that... they take a toll, even if you don’t feel it right away. You sure there’s nothing you need? I could grab you something for the hotel—heat packs, compression sleeves, whatever helps.”

I shook my head, touched by his offer but eager to keep the focus off me. “Thanks, but my team is already handling it. They’re out getting everything I’ll need to recover. I’ll be fine.”

He hesitated, clearly debating whether to push further. I could see it in the way his jaw tensed, the careful consideration behind his next words. “That’s good. But... you know, it’s not just about the crash. I’ve been noticing things lately. You seem... different. Distracted. Is everything okay within your team?”

My stomach twisted, the careful control I’d been clinging to threatening to unravel. I plastered on a tighter smile, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear as I deflected. “Everything’s fine, Lewis. Just the usual stress of racing. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

Lewis wasn’t buying it. He tilted his head, his gaze softening further as he stepped a little closer. “Look, I don’t know the details, but something feels off. Is it... your lead engineer? I don’t know his name, but... is he giving you a hard time?”

The question hit like a blow to the chest, and my composure wavered. My pulse quickened, anger and anxiety bubbling up in equal measure. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said sharply, folding my arms across my chest. “Henry—my engineer—is fine. We’re all fine. Can we not make a big deal out of nothing?”

Lewis raised his hands in a placating gesture, his tone remaining calm. “I’m not trying to make a big deal out of anything. I just... I’ve been around long enough to notice when someone’s not themselves. I want to help if something’s wrong, but I won’t push.”

I huffed, frustrated at the conversation and at myself for letting it get to me. “I appreciate your concern, but really, it’s nothing. Just let it go.”

He studied me for a long moment, his eyes full of understanding that only made my frustration grow. Finally, he nodded, backing off like he promised. “Alright. I’ll let it go—for now. But if you ever want to talk, I’m here. Anytime. No judgment.”

I swallowed hard, guilt tugging at me despite my irritation. “Thanks, Lewis,” I murmured, my voice softer now. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He gave me a small smile, but I couldn’t hold his gaze for long. As he walked away, I stood there for a moment, letting the weight of the conversation settle over me. Part of me wanted to take him up on his offer, to spill everything, but the fear of what might happen if I did kept my lips sealed. For now, the burden was mine alone to bear.

By the time I made it back to my hotel room, every muscle in my body seemed to scream in protest. The ache, dulled earlier by adrenaline, had fully settled in, leaving me sore even when I was just sitting still. I sank into the chair at the small table, poking listlessly at the super-healthy meal my team had insisted on. They meant well, but it was hard to feel enthusiastic about bland chicken and steamed vegetables when all I wanted was to curl up and shut out the world.

A knock at the door startled me, making me wince as the sudden movement pulled at the bruises on my side. I pushed myself up with a soft groan, padding over to the door. When I opened it, I was met with a familiar grin.

“Hey,” Lando said, hands tucked into his hoodie pockets. “Heard you were cooped up in here. Thought I’d check in and see how you’re holding up.”

I blinked, caught off guard by his appearance but too tired to pretend I wasn’t glad to see a friendly face. “Oh. Hey, Lando. Come on in,” I said, stepping aside to let him through.

He entered, his energy a little softer than usual, and plopped down in the chair opposite mine. His gaze swept over the room briefly before landing on me. “You look... tired,” he said carefully, though his teasing tone was still there. “Rough day?”

I snorted, sitting back down. “Understatement of the year. But yeah, I’m okay. Just... sore.”

He nodded, his expression flickering with something like guilt. “Yeah, that crash was... scary, honestly. Are you sure you’re okay? I mean, really okay?”

I hesitated, my fork stilling on the plate. “I’m fine. Sore and tired, but fine,” I said, hoping my words were convincing enough to end the conversation.

Lando didn’t seem satisfied, though. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “Physically, sure. But what about mentally? That kind of thing—it messes with your head. You’ve got to give yourself time to process it.”

I sighed, knowing he was right but unwilling to dig too deeply into that just yet. “It’s... not easy,” I admitted reluctantly. “But I’ll get through it. I always do.”

He nodded again, his brow furrowing slightly as he searched for the right words. “That’s good. But, uh... you know, Fernando mentioned something earlier. Said there’s this guy on your team who’s always... messing with you?” He paused, glancing at me cautiously. “Look, I’m not trying to pry, but if there’s something going on, you don’t have to handle it alone.”

My stomach tightened, the careful control I’d been clinging to slipping as frustration bubbled to the surface. “Fernando needs to keep his observations to himself,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “There’s nothing going on that I can’t handle.”

Lando held up his hands defensively, his voice calm but insistent. “Okay, okay. I’m just saying... We care about you. If something’s wrong, you can tell us.”

I clenched my jaw, my grip tightening on the edge of the table. He didn’t understand—I couldn’t risk saying anything, not yet. Not until I had the proof I needed to make sure Henry couldn’t twist the story. But I couldn’t tell Lando that. “I appreciate it, but I’m fine,” I said, my tone clipped.

Lando studied me for a moment, his gaze steady but no longer pushing. “Alright,” he said softly. “I won’t push. But if you ever want to talk, you know where to find me.”

I nodded, relief and guilt warring within me. “Thanks,” I murmured, the word barely audible.

He stood, offering a small smile. “Try to rest, yeah? You’ll need it for tomorrow.”

I watched him leave, the room falling silent once again. The weight of the conversation settled over me, heavier than before. I wanted to let them in, to share the burden, but I couldn’t risk it. Not yet.

The night had been long and restless. My body ached from the crash, and no amount of tossing and turning seemed to bring any relief. Every time I closed my eyes, the memory of the car flipping, the sounds of the crash, and the panic that followed came rushing back. I couldn’t shake the anxiety tightening in my chest. It wasn’t just the physical pain, it was the mental exhaustion, too. I barely slept, and by the time the alarm went off, I was already running on fumes.

Still, duty called. I dragged myself out of bed, forcing my eyes to stay open as I dressed and prepared to head to the track. As soon as I stepped into the paddock, I could feel the weight of the previous day’s events still lingering in the air. The adrenaline was gone, and all that was left was an uncomfortable mix of exhaustion and stress.

When I entered the garage, I hoped for some reprieve. But of course, that wasn’t the case. Henry was waiting for me, as per usual, his smug grin already in place. He came at me the second I walked in, as if he had every right to touch me, to be near me. His proximity made me uncomfortable, but I kept my face neutral, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me struggle.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he said in that way he always did, like he was too familiar. “The car’s all set for FP3. Fixed everything just in time.”

His presence always felt like a weight on my shoulders. I tried to brush him off, but he wasn’t having it. His hand was suddenly on my back, too close for comfort. I tensed, trying to stay calm, but it wasn’t easy. Every part of me screamed to push him away, to tell him to stop, but I didn’t want to escalate things—at least not in front of the team.

“Thanks,” I muttered, trying to keep my tone even. “I’ll make sure to get the most out of FP3.”

“Of course,” he replied, his voice dripping with that same smug tone. “You know, I have to say, you look better than you did yesterday. Glad to see you’re back on your feet.”

I didn’t dignify his comment with a response. Instead, I focused on my task at hand, retreating into my car. The last thing I wanted was to engage with him any more than necessary. I had a job to do.

FP3 came, and I did my best to push the emotional weight aside as I got into the car. The session was intense, but I managed to get some solid laps in. I focused entirely on my driving, letting the rhythm of the track ground me, even if my mind still felt far from clear. The car felt good, and I managed to put up a decent time, but I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that everything around me was off.

When the session ended, I returned to my driver’s room, hoping for a brief respite. I just needed a few moments to collect myself before qualifying. The room was quiet, but the silence only made the tension in my chest grow.

I sank into the chair, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment, trying to block out the weariness that clung to me. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t escape the constant undercurrent of unease. Henry’s actions, the way he’d cornered me—nothing felt right anymore. I tried to remind myself that I had to focus on the race, that I couldn’t let him distract me from what mattered.

But the weight of it all was starting to feel unbearable. And qualifying was just around the corner.

[directdogman]

Dogman, how do you write SO WELL!?!? I love all your characters and I need to know what/where you find inspo from...

Ha. Every writer is just someone who apes the creative processes of their inspirations. For video game writing specifically, there's two answers for me.

Toby Fox is always gonna be a huge inspiration for me. I've written plots and characters before and had to abandon ideas after realizing I'd accidentally written part of UT again. Even some of the ideas I used were undeniably inspired by UT in a subconscious way and ofc, I included several explicit references to UT in my last series. Toby's a very clever guy who likely pays very close attention to the art he consumes and tries to figure out how to maximize how much his work connects with his audience. Whatever his process is, it works.

The other answer is a lil funnier: Scott Cawthon, but specifically the legend, not the man. For context: Back in the earlier days of the FNaF fandom, people had a hyper-inflated view of Scott Cawthon's writing skills that largely came from how little of a presence he had back in those days. In the vacuum of Scott actually explaining his own process in detail, people got caught up in his genuinely creative way of hiding exposition in his games using cryptid and (then) unexpected methods, and a narrative formed (one that he's since refuted.)

While he never implied it tmk, fans broadly believed that he constructed these sweeping and complex narratives with tons of cohesive moving parts, with the games essentially acting like the mere tip of his lore iceberg. People even thought he wrote so much that he had whole games worth of lore outlined from the beginning! In the first Dawko interview he gave, he clarified that this wasn't the case and explained roughly what his process was (basically just outlining rough theme ideas + aesthetics for future titles.)

However, that legend made younger-me's mind run wild and any time I wrote a story, it became very difficult for me to not keep writing down ideas while completing the grunt work that followed me finishing my scripts. When I finished DSaF 1, I already had DSaF 2's draft written and by the time 2 was done, I had enough lore for a 3rd game on paper (and a lot more stuff that I didn't use.) By the time three was out, I had pages upon pages of unused concepts/story ideas and more or less just had to decide to call it quits or else I'd be pumping out entries forever!

That's why if you go back to those older games, there's references that directly refer to future plot-points in pretty casual/easy to miss ways. (Like Henry's mention in DSaF 1, Dave being heartless in DSaF 2, Jack being soulless in 1, and even Blackjack being Jack's soul in 2. Most of 3's major plotpoints are implied somewhere in 2 and some of 2's in 1.)

DT is much the same. By the time I finished writing it, I had fairly detailed drafts for arcs for each of the characters, some early material ended up getting completely recontextualized (and even modified in small ways to not conflict with the wider ideas I came up with.)

I get really into writing my stories/characters and I always wonder exactly how things ended up where they are, what characters think about but don't say, etc etc. This is why I have an obscene amount of Crown lore that I have very little to do with rn (since he impacted the whole world so deeply.)

This extra stuff also includes plenty of sequel material ideas, though I didn't think I'd even get a chance to use them since DT performed pretty meagerly before the big release and I was expecting to have to move onto something new. Though it turned out that Scott didn't actually write his games this way (by his own admission), it's the correct answer for what my core writing inspiration for writing game narratives is.

Hope this helps!

[puzzled-pegasus]

Me: how come no one has engaged with my posts :((

Also me: *has not made a post in eons*

Anyway I've been busy but I'm really feeling fandomy today so I wanna talk about some AUs that I have that I might want to get back into to possibly find out what you guys would actually be interested in reading more about?

First is the Pirate AU.

The camp half-blood half of the Argo II crew are pirates, with Percy as their captain. Percy gets captured by Jason, a sailor, after he attempts to rob their ship. Jercy enemies-to-friends, some dark Percy, and fairy tale elements: Blackjack is still a pegasus, sea monsters and mermaids exist, etc.

Second is the Western AU.

Percy and Annabeth own a ranch, Jason is the sheriff of their town, Piper and Leo are QPR soulmates as always, and Hazel, Frank, and Arion are a family. Festus is a mule. Tempest is a rare and scary lookin mustang. I may have thought way too much about horse related details and not enough about plot, but any fellow horse girls will understand. Yeehaw!

Then there's my Shakespearean Comedy AU.

A long while ago, I started writing a script inspired by A Midsummer Night's Dream for a Fairy Tale AU within the form of a Shakespeareish play. The actual plot consists of Jason being sent by his queen Reyna to hunt and kill a dragon, only to run into another knight (Percy) with the same quest. They then have to race to find the dragon, neither wanting the other one to have the glory of killing it.

If you want to read any of these please yell at me to pick it back up so that maybe I'll finish it and u can read it 😭

@just-call-mefr1es @manygeese @surenschompychompers @peckforlovingheck @poppitron360 help I need motivation I have not created in months

[orchidbreezefc]

unity thinks theyre being so cute stressing the threshold where programs are only subject to the fee after $200K in the past 12 months of sales as well as 200K downloads [source]. like "this won't hurt small productions, only BIG ones. like nintendo! why would you care about defending their bottom line? destroy megacorps, right? there is no common interest there. their concerns are not yours! don't worry about it!"

and the thing is, they're right--you're totally groovy and unaffected if your game makes up to $199,999.99 in a year. but the moment you hit $200K, you are subject to a linear fee with no cap. you have to pay that fee as many times as the game gets installed, which is not a number that is strictly tied to your revenue.

after $200k, anyone can mount a malicious campaign to install as many instances of a program as possible to cost the creator. people inside unity have particular incentive to incite this sort of campaign, since the money goes to them.

how long until some dickhead makes a list of queer-led productions using unity and writes up a script that just uninstalls and reinstalls their games over and over again? how much do you want to bet some dickhead has already done it and is just waiting for january 1st? how many of their friends do you think they can get to run it in the background while they go about their business?

unity is instating a blackjack threshold on games sales. try your luck and go as high as you can, but if you hit $200K, you lose. bigots, trolls, and bad actors of all stripes can hit you with that fee as many times as they have the time and botpower for.

[stephofromcabin12]

sorry if i'm sending this a bit late, but a criticism i personally had with the pjo show is that dionysus wasn't portrayed like a god at all. he's literally one of the 12 olympians but he was literally just some guy chilling in a hawaiian shirt. which is funny but like, where's the divinity? where's the power inherent in being a god despite his current form? it's been a minute since i read the lightning thief, but doesn't he give percy a vision of turning people mad & grapevines strangling people when percy makes a comment underestimating him? even if he's in his sad camp director form, he should still be capable of being terrifying. when he lost his temper at grover, they should've shown his power in effect with something like grapevines suddenly growing. i loved his characterization otherwise (like pretending to be percy's dad just to get some wine was SO in character) but they seemed to forget this was dionysus, an olympian on par with all the other gods shown

I don't really have space in the video script to talk about this one,but I do want to:

On one hand I totally agree.

On the other hand, I also get, partially, why the show didn't have the gods seem all that powerful. I think it's both to space it out (Dionysus, for example, I think has more appropriate moments of showing his powers in season 2 and 3)

I also think he's such a brief appearance, it didn't really warrant spending the money on special effects (However I also stand by him having a purple overlay over his eyes, just enough that it's noticeable, not full on contacts) and also making a can of coke appear etc.

It is interesting though, why they chose to make them more human, especially because Ares gets to go full on god mode. But I think that's mostly down to prioritizing one over the other. Like, if we had to pick between Ares showing his true form and Dionysus showing Percy people being turned into dolphins, I'd say Ares is more integral to the story.

But with that said, while I get the disappointment, I think they have lots of options to bring more of that into the story later on, yk?

Like my spider senses tell me they're going to go a lot more vis-gags with Tantalus and him. Mr D making food appear only for it to jump away from Tantalus and whatnot? And season 3 is greenlit now, so I doubt they'll cut his conversation with Percy, which largely requires the vines to grow and snag Blackjack and Percy, so I have hope still.

Overall I feel like the show actively tries to pace out these moments more, because frankly the books do throw a lot of stuff in just for the sake of throwing it in, which is fine, but the show has to be more economic with it, due to special effects requiring a lot more work in a show vs a book.

(But I get what you're saying, and for all intents and purposes, yeah, they could've done a little more)

[abooklover]

Rewatching the first two episodes of the Percy Jackson series for like the fifth time like any sane person and just wanted to make a comprehensive (and I mean comprehensive so bear with me here) list of all my thoughts, however unhinged they may be so here goes.

EPISODE 1

Walker’s monologue at the beginning gives such great background and I’m not gonna lie it destroyed me hearing ‘look I didn’t want to be a half-blood’ as the first words. Not to mention the fact that half of that monologue is pretty much word for word from the book which is something I die over whenever it happens

Blackjack looking out for Percy - we love a bit of foreshadowing

The light that comes into the picture when he says things changed when he met Grover. This is literally everything to me, I am so glad even just in the first two episodes they’re showing how strong of a bond they have. Also let’s not forget that they have Mythomagic cards

Sally Jackson (my goddess) imparting words of fucking wisdom - ‘not everyone who looks like a hero is a hero and not everyone who looks like a monster is a monster’

Also her explaining to Percy the story of Perseus (his name sake) - like I am sorry but the centring of the mother/son relationship which only amplifies once Percy loses her is something I don’t know how to explain how much I love (like her even prays to her over his father who is a literal god but we’ll get to that later). ‘hold fast Perseus, brave the storm that was made to break us for we are unbreakable as long as we have each other’ 😭

‘hang on to that, it is a mighty instrument’ - oh yeah it is

Grover spouting scientific facts about bullying - ‘childhood trauma, feelings of inadequacy’ - like he’s written a research paper on it 🤣

Percy and Grover swapping things on their sandwich like they’re siblings

‘I was thinking more like shoving Nancy in the nearest dumpster’ and there mischievous smile afterwards - oh I love you Percy

Grover saying ‘If there’s one thing I know about bullies, you should never stand up to them’ and Percy saying ‘that doesn’t sound right’

I was a little underwhelmed with the whole Mrs Dodds encounter. I don’t know I think I just expected something longer and with the whole drama of Mr Brunner throwing Percy the pen but I think maybe in hindsight it makes more sense cause it’s easier to convince Percy that it didn’t happen

Gotta say that the first time I watched the scene in the principals office I did not even realise Rick was in it but now I can’t not see him

Grover ‘betraying’ Percy was heartbreaking cause you know Grover doesn’t want to do it but knows that he has to and you know that Percy feels like he has lost the only friend he had

Actually really glad that Eddie is a nice sympathetic guy not one of Gabe’s poker buddies

Still disappointed by Gabe - I still think he needed to be a bit more grimy and disgusting (and the way he talks in the scene was just not right for me, don’t know whether it was the acting or the script but it was a no from me). Though Percy’s ‘Losing at imaginary poker’ line was funny

Logical and Sally Jackson. That is all. Just know that I actively sob every time I watch this. Also her sitting in the rain so contentedly will never not hit me, on a personal level knowing how certain things can just provide peace and an escape from life otherwise but also more contextually with her and Poseidon (bottom line: water is the ultimate comfort)

Of course Sally believes Percy and brings him blue candy. Keeping the most important themes of the book. The mother-son bond (which I will to more later) and the blue

I always thought Brunner was pronounced runner but with a b in front of it

D’Angelo’s - yes I will take any peace of nico that I am given (fingers crossed for the lotus casino scenes)

My kin sally Jackson crying in a car while watching her son sleep knowing what lies ahead, nope sorry but I’m not okay and neither is she

‘You fell in love with god, like-like Jesus?’ - oh Percy my love. If nothing else this is who Percy Jackson is.

Percy fully believing that something is wrong with him because that’s what he’s always been told

‘What is he doing here, I don’t want to see him’. Grover and his impeccable timing and panic. Don’t get me started on why I think the ‘You didn’t tell him about me?’, ‘You’re early’ exchange between Grover and Sally is the funniest thing to me.

‘Why is there half a goat in your pants?’ and ‘Why is it wearing underpants?’ - Percy asking the important questions here

I honestly don’t know how they didn’t figure out Percy was Poseidon’s son after the whole Nancy no of it and then Clarissa like it was quite obvious

‘I’m actually 24’ oh Grover we know you bleat when you’re anxious

Sally’s goodbye to Percy - I am a sucker for sadness

I do agree that riptide should be bigger but the only thing I can think is that maybe it’ll grow with him

EPISODE 2

‘You drool when you sleep’ the iconic line. It kinda disappointed me not going to lie.

PETER JOHNSON-pretending to be Percy’s father-PETER-using Percy to break the rules Dionysus introduction and pipeline (oh he is horribly perfect)

‘Yeah but did you’ persassy is in the house and I hope he never leaves (one of my favourite lines and the way walker delivers it is perfection)

Camp looks incredible. I know people have issues with the grandeur of it all but that’s the way things work in the film industry and I personal adore it

And can we talk about Chiron’s injured back leg. Like am I forgetting something (probably) but I don’t remembered him being injured

For those who don’t know, finding out that like is the bad guy is probably gonna destroy them. Charlie bushnell really was like I’m gonna make everyone love me only for them to be crushed (and even though I know I am still gonna hurt - yes I have a soft spot for Luke)

I was so confused when Grover went into the woods and saw the council (it was the only part that I was like what in the world is this, this wasn’t in the books)

Luke being the one the comfort Percy and show him around - oh a genius choice narrative wise but I do miss my girl Annabeth

Introduction to Clarisse was everything - Dior is my goddess

‘Should I try again’ and the resounding ‘NO!’

‘Is there a Greek God of disappointment. Maybe someone should ask him if he’s missing a kid’ - Percy Percy Percy stop making me love you more than I already do like I don’t think my heart can take it

Then Chris’s lovely little tangent and Luke going man why the fuck are you saying this and reassuring Percy - you go storyline building up the loveable Luke (I’m already hurting)

‘They like the smell of begging’ - top teir line

‘You burn what you’re gonging to miss the most’ flash forward to Percy taking this and burning his blue candy praying, not to his father who is an actual god, but to his mother (I cannot handle this, like this kid knows that his mum is the real goddess)

Walker’s voice breaking on ‘well’ - I am sobbing

And the fact that he says he made actual friends - the narrative damning us to inevitable torture

The resentment in his voice when talking about his father - I am so glad they leaned into this

I kinda loved the bathroom scene. And how we are first introduced to Annabeth in this and how she is her blunt self (still don’t know how they could not have known)

Like calling Annabeth his little sister and saying he will always be on her side (I am hurting even more - we never get to see Luke’s perspective in the books and this, this absolutely ruined me)

Pronunciation of Thalia is still going to take some getting used to

Chiron forever in that suit jacket and fence is just not sitting right with me - doesn’t fit the whole trainer of warrior vibe he should be giving

‘Not you sunshine’ - honestly better than seaweed brain

Percy tripping over the branch and Annabeth just standing there and her facial expression (on Leah you are everything)

‘When it’s time he’s going to be ready. I know it.’ Cut to a montage of Percy doing the most 12 year old things possible, including but not limited to flossing (which I thought was kind of out of place and cringe) and petting a random gecko (which I thought was out of place but one of the most hilarious things ever so I’ll give it a pass) while his helmet and weapons lay discarded

Percy I thought you were meant to be proving yourself to your dad to get his attention or something, telling people where the flag is to avoid a fight is not exactly how to do that

Honestly any time Dior is on my screen is a good time - her manic laugh and anguished scream Dior is the moment

Annabeth’s bluntness will always be everything to me - ‘listen, Percy, I’m sorry’ and Percy’s ‘what is wrong with you’ (top five moments of the show)

The reveal - Percy Jackson son of Poseidon

‘I am Sally Jackson’s son’ yeah you tell them Percy (you will always be first and foremost Sally Jackson’s son)

[alterrune]

CHAPTER 4, ACT 4: AIR POLLUTION

(This time, the plan is incredibly simple. Since I still have the Heaven Incursion's mind-broadcast machine that I reverse-engineered a while ago, I'll use it to send a message specifically to the members of the Toppat Clan and the staff of GEOGRAM, which means the Viper spies won't get the message [and since Joe Sutton and the other former Blackjacks are now affiliated with GEOGRAM, they'll get the message too]. I quickly whip out a script I wrote before inacting the plan, and drive my wheelchair over to the microphone.)

Attention. This is the ColorStreak Battalion. If you are hearing this, then you are actually a member of the Toppat Clan and/or a member of GEOGRAM.

(The message begins making the actual members of the Toppat Clan and GEOGRAM cover their ears, but the ones who don't cover their ears are not effected and looking at the others in confusion, meaning they're spies. Jackpot.)

We have recieved word that spies are aboard both the Airship and GEOGRAM's base.

If anyone you see is not covering their ears in pain from this, that means they are a spy and should be dealt with immediately.

We highly reccomend giving them a taste of their own medicine. If they've worked on anything for you, force them to try it.

And do not leave a single assassin alive.

CSB out. You know what to do.

(And with that, all the assassins are immediately found out and are killed with their own sabotaged goods, whether it be consuming their own poisoned food and drinks, being forced to kill themselves with their own sabotaged weapons [guns fire a bullet into the wielder instead of the target or explode when the trigger is pulled, melee weapons retract from the wrong end to kill the user, and many more], using their own sabatoged equipment, and every other assassination method they had planned to use on the Toppat Clan and GEOGRAM were instead used by the Toppat Clan and GEOGRAM on them.)

Holy shit. Kyle, that was incredible!

Hey, I'm relearning how to walk, Alter, not how to think.

Yeah. And it shows.

(Suddenly, Laurence, Lily, Aaron/Adam, and Sutton appear from the doorway of the security room in the GEOGRAM base we had hidden ourselves in.)

You guys are fucking awesome.

No kidding. Thanks to you guys, I finally got to kick some ass.

I believe Aaron would like to have a word with you five. Don't worry, it's a positive one.

(Aaron walks up to us.)

Kyle "Alterrune" Cross, Violet Cilantro Wolfsbane, Henry Banker Stickmin, Ellie Thorne Rose, and Kyle Micheal Ryan Gibbons, it is with great honor that I bestow upon all of you GEOGRAM's highest and most prestigious medal of honor: the White Diamond. This medal of honor is reserved for outstanding people who have saved GEOGRAM from certain doom, and considering the awe-inspiring display in which you not only saved us, but the Toppats as well (whom are your friends and our allies), you have damn well deserved this medal of honor. Wear it with pride, Colorstreak Battalion. You have earned it.

(Aaron hands us all the White Diamond. It's an incredibly ornate genuine silver medal, with decorative symbols that represent GEOGRAM engraved all around the centerpiece, which is a geniune diamond, which has been flattened so it fits into the spot where it lays. Below the centerpiece is our full names engraved into the silver, and the ribbon that holds up each medal is in our signature colors: red for Alter, purple for Violet, blue for Henry, pink for Ellie, and black for me.)

Wait...Henry, your middle name is "BANKER"?

And Ellie, yours is "Thorne"?

Yeah...I tend not to tell people my middle name because, y'know, I broke into a bank when my middle name is "Banker"...you can see how many jokes could form from that.

And my mom gave me that middle name. Pretty sure she didn't expect her daughter to end up at the Wall, and then become not only the Right Hand Lady to the leader of a criminal orginization, but also to MARRY said leader.

But then again, both my folks and Henry's folks cut all ties with us after they learned of our criminal acts. And good, because we don't miss 'em.

Blah blah blah. How about we celebrate this occasion? After all, the last time we gave out one of those was a really long time ago!

Adam. No. We will not be celebrating this until Kelso is defeated. Once that happens, you can break out the champagne, okay?

CHAMPAGNE?! WHERE?!

...

Oh...uh...sorry. Ol' boozehound habits again...

Hey, don't worry about it, Vi. We've all got problems here. How about you and the others hop onto my wheelchair's passenger seats and we'll at least celebrate our victory with one bottle of champagne. And the top-shelf stuff, at that.

Uh...non-alcholic, please.

Trust me, cuz. Aaron's got that covered.

(We all ride my wheelchair's train mode seats and begin celebrating our victory.)

END OF CHAPTER 4, ACT 4

ACHIEVEMENT(S) GET: Giving A Cat Cow's Milk (Operation Cat's Claw set), White Diamond (Stock Achievement set)

INFO GET: [HENRY'S MIDDLE NAME IS "BANKER", ELLIE'S MIDDLE NAME IS "THORNE", AND KYLE'S MIDDLE NAME IS "MICHEAL RYAN". NAMES HAVE BEEN UPDATED IN BIOS.]

DISPLAYING EPILOGUE...

A WHITE DIAMOND?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

(Kelso, having already intercepted the GEOGRAM news, has seen that we've been awarded GEOGRAM's most prestigious medal of honor: the White Diamond. She is not happy.)

They are members of the Toppat Clan! They shouldn't be honored! And especially not with the most prestigous fucking award GEOGRAM can give out! By god, if only I could've dropped the façade when me and Aaron were interviewing those two imbeciles. I could've wrung their necks out on the spot!

HEY! Don't you DARE talk about my son and his friends like that.

(Kelso grabs her metal bat and holds it above her head, about to strike Carol again...but stops before swinging.)

Ah, forget it. I don't even have the energy to swing at you right now. However...

(Kelso pushes a button on her main computer, and a blowtorch suddenly pops out, intent on burning Carol's feet with a quick burst of fire. Luckily, Carol moves out of the way in time.)

...mental torture is still torture, is it not?

(Suddenly, Kelso's phone goes off. It's a message from us.)

-🔺💜🔵💕✍🏼-

Hiya, Carol! Those assassins were quite the handful. If it hadn't been for the Heaven Incursion's "mind-broadcast" machine, you probably would've killed all of the higher-ups!

But we managed to make sure that the assassins got taken out by their own saboteur work. Must be embarrassing dying to your own work.

And now GEOGRAM has given us the highest medal of honor they can give: the White Diamond. My younger brother, Jacob Wolfsbane, came to visit me just to display how proud he was of me for earning such a medal. GEOGRAM is our ally and our ally alone, Kelso.

And to think you had Aaron wrapped around your finger. Glad he found out who you were and abandoned you the very instant he could.

You're running out of places to hide, you know. We'll find you eventually.

And we'll smash every wall you try to put in our way. You can count on that.

See you soon, Sarah.

Kyle Gibbons ✍🏼

Alterrune 🔺

Violet Wolfsbane 💜

Henry Stickmin 🔵

Ellie Rose 💕

-🔺💜🔵💕✍🏼-

(Kelso is visibly angry. She puts her phone down and clenches her hands into fists.)

GODDAMNIT!!!

(She slams her fists down onto her planning desk hard, leaving a large dent where she slammed her fists down.)

I am this close to snapping my phone in two, and breaking everything else.

(Kelso's expression suddenly changes.)

"Unbridled rage into furious drive"...hahaha...yes! That's what they meant! Turn my anger into a way to push forward! HAHAHA! I'LL SHOW THEM ALL WHAT KIND OF SNAKE I AM WHEN THEY MAKE THEIR WAY TO ME!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

Yep. She's fucking lost it. Thought it'd take less time, to be honest.

They'll all regret messing with me. The grand finale isn't ready yet, but when it is, oh-ho-ho...

...they'll all die in the most brutal way possible.

Sweet Jebodaiah Christoff, she really HAS fucking lost it.

END OF EPILOGUE...

[rustedleopard]

I mean, if we are basing on the actual game. Mooch is a kid. Like the game makes this very clear when Mooch tries to get an adult soda. A lot of this contradicts the game, to be honest, which is fine for an au, but you are kinda coming off as "no, it's this way.". Especially with this line, "we have VERY DIFFERENT interpretations of these characters." Which doesn't work when they game littarly says something that contradicts what you're claiming.

... I'm assuming you're this anon, correct?

Apologies if I came across as rude when I responded. You just shared your interpretation of canon/Clover and Mooch's relationship and I disagreed with you and shared my interpretation of canon/Clover and Mooch's relationship. I didn't intend to come across as rude or like I was acting like my interpretation was "better" or "more correct" than yours, I was just pitching what I thought of the situation. If you feel differently about them/their relationship then that's fine. Everybody is entitled to their own beliefs and there is no one "100% true" way of interpreting at canon.

So, sorry I came across as mean. That wasn't what I intended to do.

As for what you said about Mooch being a minor though, there's no canon evidence that outright proves that Mooch is a kid. If you look at the dialogue in Neutral when you backtrack to the Saloon after sparing Starlo, you'll see that Mooch says: "I keep trying to sneak a drink from Dina but she won't let me! It's not fair, being the ONLY member who can't touch the stuff." That isn't solid evidence that Mooch is a minor, that's just her saying that she's not permitted to drink while the rest of the Feisty Five are. It's possible that she's a minor. Or she gets too crazy when drunk so Dina denies her. Or she doesn't pay her tab. Or there's some other reason why Mooch isn't allowed to drink that I didn't think up because all the game says is that Dina refuses to let Mooch drink.

Blackjack also says that the Feisty Five are friends of Starlo's from high school.

There is no attempt to single Mooch out as an exception to being one of Starlo's high school friends and they're all adults so the assumption is that Mooch is one too. I also looked all over the script for definitive proof that states that Mooch is a minor and couldn't find any. Even the devs couldn't come to an agreement about this (and what that one dev seems to be implying more is that Mooch isn't of drinking age yet, not that she is a "still a kid/teenager" minor). Mooch can be either an adult or a minor and both interpretations are fine.

If, despite all this, you still feel so strongly that I am wrong then... Okay. Let me be wrong. It's not a crime for someone to be incorrect on the internet. There's nothing wrong with disagreeing about a minor point in a videogame.

I don't wish to pursue this conversation any further. I post on this blog for fun, I don't want to discourse about Mooch's age. If this is really bothering you, you can just... move on. Unfollow me. Block my blog, if you feel that this is necessary for your peace of mind. I am literally just some guy on the internet and if you don't like what I believe/post, there are plenty of bloggers out there that you will find more agreeable.

[fictionkinfessions]

Mundane memories - I have a lot

Reading books with Brightney and Dazzle. We had book club in Brightney's room. I'd always bring astronomy books, and Dazzle would bring theatre scripts, Brightney had all sorts of books. We just read and talked about books together

Movie nights with Razzle & Dazzle. I don't even remember what the movies were, just that I'd fall asleep in the middle of it sometime. I think Razzle drew on my face once

When Sprout decided I shouldn't be allowed to use the stove alone because I fell asleep in the middle of making mac&cheese

Vee would randomly quiz me on astronomy facts if I was feeling down

Pebble and Toodles trying to tag-team me while I was eating some cookies Cosmo and Sprout baked. My cookies >:( /silly

I watched Teagan walk into a wall once after they just woke up. It was funny, she was fine!

Tea parties with everyone. Teagan would always make me some iced tea with lots of honey, or some sweet coffee if I was really tired in the middle of the day

Card games with Vee, Brightney, Rodger, and a few others. Vee liked games like blackjack so we'd play that a lot. Sometimes Toodles would join for go fish

Brightney once had a dream of being in a home depot. It was weirdly funny to watch and I teased her about it the next day

Vee would always host gameshow nights. I got to write astronomy questions for her once, so she could quiz the others on the stars

~ Astro, Dandy's World

[daughterofthemuse]

Thoughts on PJO TV Season 1 - Thoughts on Future Seasons (Part 11 of 11)

You can also read this on Wattpad

Master List - Part 1 - Part 10

WE'VE BEEN GREENLIT FOR SEASON 2!!!!!! ✨🥳🧡🌊😈🎇💙⚔️🖊️🌊🎉🩶🗡️🦉💫💚🐐🍃👰‍♂️🎊🩵👁️⚓💥🛳️⛵🎆🐭👏🙌 I can't wait to see Tyson, or Grover in a wedding dress, or Blackjack, or hear from Reyna or Hylla!

We probably won't get a visual cameo from Reyna or Hylla, because if/when we get to 'Heroes of Olympus', we may need a re-cast because of ages or availabilty, so audio is probably easier.

Now, I have some thoughts on seasons in the far future, like 'The Last Olympian' onwards.

Because 'Heroes of Olympus' and 'Trials of Apollo'  each take place in less than a year, aging will be a problem for the actors. One solution, if they've got the green light in time, could be to film multiple seasons at once. That is, to start filming 'The Lost Hero' and 'Son of Neptune' whilst still filming 'The Last Olympian'  because 'The Lost Hero'  is mostly Jason, Piper & Leo's quest, so that portion doesn't need 'The Last Olympian' 's cast, and the only thing stopping them from filming 'Son of Neptune' is that they need Percy for large portions of it. Basically, I want them to do something similar to how 'The Lord of the Rings' .

They could even start filming 'Trials of Apollo' whilst filming 'Mark of Athena', just skipping the bits which have cameos from 'Heroes of Olympus'  until the actors are free!

Ofc, this is assuming the season's approved, actors cast and scripts are all ready on time.

Master List

[abstergo-industries-hr]

Hi Abstergo,

This is Aliyah, the new HR intern. I’ve been asked to make a statement about card games at work…

-takes out a piece of paper to read from so she doesn’t go off script and/or start swearing-

So, uh, Abstergo can’t control what employees do in their free time bullshit but they also don’t endorse card games or games of chance played on off hours. If you are unhappy with how a game went with your colleagues, you should work it out on an individual basis. Abstergo will not get involved in non-work related interpersonal matters.

Is this because I made $1,000 playing poker with Sales the other day? It’s not my fault they’re a bunch of over confident finance bros who watched one hour of professional poker finals and thought they were experts.

Oh, yeah, sorry, no asides. Everything in work posts has to be professional. Totally got that.

Anyway….have a good day? Thank Goodness It’s Friday?

I don’t know how to end these posts. Also, Clay is out on holiday time for Rosh Hashanah, Bree is in her office trying to get Taylor Swift tickets for the 2024 shows, and Jaxon is basically worthless. Anyone wanna come play Blackjack at my desk, since no one is going to give a shit?

- Intern Aliyah

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Blackjack - Santa Will Not Come: Chapter 6

Location: Yumenosaki Student Council Room Characters: Shinobu & Souma Season: Autumn

TL Note:

Hiragana is one of the three scripts used in the Japanese language and is primarily used for writing Japanese words. Generally, foreign words (such as “Merry Christmas” or “Christmas”) are written in another script (katakana).  Japanese calligraphy is also primarily used to write kanji (another script) or Chinese characters, hence when writing words not aligning with their respective script, it can feel odd and jarring. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< A few days later. Yumenosaki Academy – Student Council Room. >

Shinobu: Excuse me ~de gozaru!

Is Isara-dono or Fushimi-dono here? There’s something I’d like to ask the third-years…

Hmm?

Souma: Oh, Sengoku.

What is with the fuss? Has something happened? There should not be any issues now that Isara-dono is the student council president, but if this was last year, Hasumi-dono would have scolded them severely for the loud entrance.

Shinobu: Uuu, I’m sorry! I’m supposed to be a ninja but I have a track record for not being stealthy at all…!

Souma: I do not particularly mind. Different places have different customs – it is fitting for the times.

In any case, Sengoku, I would like you to take a look at this. What do you think of it?

Shinobu: Huh? Oh, Kanzaki-dono… were you doing calligraphy? I can smell ink – it’s nice ~de gozaru ♪

Souma: Indeed, I was. My skills have yet to reach perfection but I decided to write something wholeheartedly.

What do you think? It felt strange writing an English word with calligraphy so I wrote it in hiragana[⁎] ♪

Shinobu: Why would you do such an odd thing…?

Souma: Well, we will be participating in “sutaa fesu” individually, correct?

The outfit given to each participant is mostly exactly the same apart from some minor details.

Yumenosaki has limited the “kurisumasu” songs we’re allowed to perform on stage to around twenty.

Shinobu: Yes, it seems so ~de gozaru. The documents with the rules listed on them are given to the individual once their application is accepted.

But we’ll really be taking part in it individually instead of in our units, huh.

In my case, I’m not allowed to perform any “RYUUSEITAI” songs.

It appears solo songs are fine, though. The things they don’t recommend us doing are all stated in the documents ~de gozaru.

Like how they say it’s meaningful for everyone to pick the same song.

Souma: I do not understand their intentions for that part. They do not allow us to participate in a unit, but they want to increase a sense of solidarity by having everyone sing the same song? It seems rather contradictory.

Shinobu: Hmm. I think Anzu-dono must have a deeper reason for doing so.

This is just my guess but we’ll be battling with one another at “SS”, right? Maybe she wants us to come together as a unit there. Or maybe not.

Besides, it’s not often that we all get to perform the same song, so I’m looking forward to it quite a lot. I have a feeling I’ll be able to use the muscles that I don’t usually get to use~♪

Souma: Hmm… I generally perform traditional Japanese songs, so I am worried whether or not I can fit into the “kurisumasu” atmosphere, since it is based on foreign, Western culture.

Shinobu: They’ve specified which songs we can use but it seems we’re free to rearrange them however we like ~de gozaru. I’ve heard “UNDEAD” will be performing in a rock’n’roll arrangement.

Souma: Right, I remember Adonis-dono mentioning that. I observed their practice session for a short while, but I was impressed to see how much a song could change based on how it is arranged.

Shinobu: You should make good use of your unique traits and perform your Christmas song in a traditional Japanese way ~de gozaru.

Souma: What is a traditional Japanese “kurisumasu”? Hmm, I understand what you are trying to say – I also thought I would have no choice but to take on this challenge in that way.

We cannot change the song but we’re free to perform it as we like. I shall search for a “kurisumasu” that is fitting for myself.

Shinobu: And the conclusion you reached was to write “Merry Christmas” in ink on Japanese calligraphy paper?

Souma: Indeed… Was that not appropriate? I thought this was the perfect idea.

I shall sing in a splendid “AKATSUKI” manner while kneeling and writing. Then, I shall look up and say, “meri kurisumasu ♪” to everyone with a smile on my face. What do you think?

Shinobu: Well… it’s not a common thing to do, so I’d say ordinary people would find it difficult to understand.

Souma: Is that so…? I did my best to come up with that idea.

Shinobu: Well, it’s difficult to say what will be well-received in this era, so it’s possible that it might go super duper well ~de gozaru.

Souma: Go super duper well, hm? I see, so I should be confident.

Hehe. I usually follow Hasumi-dono and Kiryuu-dono’s ideas so it is quite enjoyable to come up with the “pafomansu” from scratch ♪

And should it fail, the blame will only land to me. It is not so pressuring.

Shinobu: Yeah~ I’ve been running into some trouble with my unit, so it’s great that I’ll be able to have a breather during “Star Fest”, since that’s individual participation only ~de gozaru.

I’m happy I won’t have to walk on eggshells… Uuu~ It was so much fun being “RYUUSEITAI” with everyone last year. How did things end up like this?

Souma: Hehe. Worry as much as you would like – I wonder if it would be imprudent of me to say that I am, in fact, envious.

“AKATSUKI” is always stable, for better or worse. It is rare for us to lose our footing so it pains me that I cannot provide any words of advice.

Shinobu: Hmm, just the thought itself makes me happy ~de gozaru… I think we have to solve it ourselves this time instead of waiting for someone to save us.

Souma: Let me know if there is anything I can ever do for you, Sengoku. I am not a member of the Student Council, but I think of the underclassmen as my younger brothers – you included.

Shinobu: Yaay ♪ I’m a ninja but I now have a samurai brother ~de gozaru!

Souma: There, there – Please feel free to rely on your older brother as much as you like~♪

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random game roundup 1

The Other Side

included in: Indie Bundle for Abortion Funds but also it’s pwyw with no minimum

this is a game where you are trapped in a room and need to follow instructions on the terminal to drill through the walls and escape. it is very short (i completed it in about 14 minutes). this game excels massively in atmosphere in art direction. i found that interacting with objects was not extremely clear (as in it was hard for me to figure out where exactly it wanted me to be clicking). really enjoyed having to diegetically press the keys on the keyboard to interact with the terminal.

overall would recommend if you want a quick horror experience, especially for the asking price of “free”

My Little Pony: Super Ethical Shipping Climax!

included in: Indie bundle for Palestinian Aid, also it’s free

i am not the target audience for this game.

Naughty Elves - Christmas puzzle game

included in: Bundle for Racial Justice and Equality, Indie bundle for Palestinian Aid

not porn :/

fairly straightforward puzzle game. santa’s elves stole all the presents so you need to throw snowballs at them through the window until they fall over. i think it’s really funny but not very well communicated that you are stuck outdoors (presumably can only enter houses through the chimney)

i don’t think you should play this

Attention Heroes!

included in: Indie bundle for Palestinian Aid & it’s pwyw with no minimum

required minimum of two players so unfortunately i will have to skip. the description is really funny tho i really want to find out what self-centered gameplay means

Epic Battle Fantasy 4

included in: Bundle for Racial Justice and Equality

honest to god fucking flash game. fantastic. this is a jrpg which are typically very hard to get an impression of in such a short time period but fortunately this one lets you loose basically instantly. i can tell theres insane depth to this already. the humor is really dated (its from 2014 so whatever) but the art style is generally very cute. music is hot ass tho. i am actually probably going to come back to this one after i’m done with this post

Discovering Colors - Animals

included in: Bundle for Racial Justice and Equality

Bara Blackjack

included in: Queer Games Bundle 2022

this orc did not come dressed for strip poker.

it’s literally exactly what it looks like. which is awesome. main complaint is that his dialogue would show up and vanish so fast i had no idea what he said most of the time. he really wanted me to see his penis though

he’s circumcised btw

Hungry Frog

included in: Bundle for Racial Justice and Equality, but it’s also free

no shit this is frog fractions but sincere

1977: Radio Aut

included in: Bundle for Racial Justice and Equality + it’s free

i didnt realize peppino was a real name i thought pizza tower made it up

this was really cool tho its a short biography on the life of a communist who was killed by the sicillian mafia for standing up against them.

This Call May Be Recorded

included in: Bundle for Racial Justice and Equality + it’s free

 what if telemarketing had undertale combat

i kinda didnt like this at all tbh. it didnt feel like it was trying to make a point. like not even the point of expressing frustration at working at a call center. the people you call are all really annoying caricatures and you are just a poor guy following an incoherent script. this really needs more time in the oven