#i still love this game's story you can take it from my cold dead hands

[shannonallaround]

can I interest anybody in a Sonic and the Secret Rings comic I made 4 years ago

[testing-reblogs]

i made more silly core designs :) but office supplied this time!!!!

[pupkashi]

new year, new superstition

whoever said red underwear on new years brings love was onto something

a/n: happy new years [eve] !! i cannot wait to spend another year with y’all and making more silly stories that i hope u guys will enjoy :3 let me know what y’all think of this silly thing i thought of at 4 am <3

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you never believed in myths dealing with the new year. you never cared to run around with a suitcase or wear polka dots or to start sweeping and somehow eat twelve grapes all in under a minute.

and you most definitely never went out to buy yellow or red underwear to wear on new years.

until today, when you consciously wore your red pair of underwear, what’s the harm? it won’t do anything anyway you thought to yourself, continuing to get ready for the party your friend had invited you to.

your friends cheered as you they spotted you among the crowd of people, motioning for you to join them as they said hello, handing you a champagne glass as scooting over so you could take a seat.

after a couple minutes of talking you excuse yourself to the bathroom, hurrying as you check the time.

11:56 pm

you’re walking quickly, stopping in your tracks when you can’t find your friends.

there’s a light tap on your shoulders, “excuse me,” the voice is unfamiliar, making you turn around quickly. you’re greeted with stunning blue eyes and snowy bangs falling into them, a charming smile on the strangers face.

“hi,” you smile softly, not wanting to seem rude, “can i help you with something?” your head cocks to side a bit, confused as to why this drop dead gorgeous man was tapping you on the shoulder minutes before midnight.

“yes actually!” he grins, “see my best friend over there, thinks i have no game,” he points at the bar, you subtly glance over, seeing a man with long black sipping on a drink, observing the two of you, “he thinks i won’t be able to find someone to kiss by midnight.”

you stare at him dumbfounded, what the fuck was going on. “so you want me to..?” you trail off, staring at the much taller man as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“kiss me at midnight, yes,” he grins, “only if you want of course! if not feel free to walk away,” you weigh the pros and cons of the situation.

pro’s: you kiss a hot guy on new years, he proves he has game

con’s: ?

“yeah why not,” you laugh, “I’m y/n” you smile, the man flashes you a smile before replying, “satoru!”

the people around you begin to countdown and you step closer to satoru, giggling when his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you a bit closer. you let your arms snake around his neck.

“five! four! three-!”

“can i kiss you?” he breaths out, you nod, crashing your lips onto his as balloons fall from the ceiling, fireworks popping can be heard from outside as everyone cheers.

your lips fit together perfectly, you can taste his vanilla chapstick and the champagne he was sipping on. satoru feels like he’s on cloud nine, smiling widely when you two pull away.

“happy new year, satoru” you grin, lips still tingling as he smiles back at you.

“happy new year y/n” he replies, about to say something else when your friends find you, quickly whisking you away. you look back at him, an apologetic smile on your face as you wish your friends a happy new year.

it’s almost an hour later when you’re walking out of the building, tugging your jacket a bit closer to you when the cold breeze hits you.

“you cold?” the voice makes you stop in your tracks, a smile fighting it’s way onto your lips when you turn around, bright blue eyes meeting yours.

“aren’t you?” you reply, watching as he approaches you with a grin, he shakes his head.

“only been out here for twenty minutes” he laughs, teeth chattering a bit. the sound makes your mouth fall open, laughing softly.

“why have you been out here for twenty minutes? you don’t even have gloves on oh my god!” you squeal, instinctively taking his hands in yours, face burning when you realize how much larger his were than yours.

“didn’t wanna miss you,” he admits, cheeks even rosier than before as he looks at you, “couldn’t leave my new years kiss without getting to know them a bit more” he smiles, “especially when they’re an amazing kisser,” he teases.

you can’t help but roll your eyes, a bit embarrassed as you tug him back into the lobby of the building.

“if you wanted my number all you had to do was ask” you reply, satoru wiggles his nose a bit, smiling at you and humming.

“yeah but then i wouldn’t get to talk to you while i slowly unfreeze” there’s a flirty glint in his eyes, his gaze makes you look away for a second, flustered as you try to think of something to say back to him.

“we’ll what kind of person would i be if i left you hanging after giving you the best kiss of your life?” you laugh, watching as his smile grows even wider, giggling at your words.

you can’t help but immediately become even more attracted to him as he laughs, dimples popping out and making you swoon.

the two of you talk for a bit longer, deeming him warm enough to live before you’re scribbling your number onto his palm, kissing his cheek and waving goodbye.

you wake up the next day with a message from an unknown number:

it’s satoru :)

would you wanna get lunch sometime ? you see my best friend thinks i have no game … :3

you can’t help but laugh, biting your lip as you reply to his text,

well what kind of person would i be if i didn’t help prove him wrong :/

satoru swings his feet as he reads your reply, shoving the phone in suguru’s face, sticking his tongue out before texting you.

maybe he should be glad shoko accidentally washed his clothes with hers that one time, turning all his whites red.

he’s glad he wore that pair of white turned red pair of boxers that night, he can’t imagine a life where he didn’t have you in his arms right now, celebrating new years together once again.

it’s just the two of you in your house this year, 24 grapes in a small bowl on the table next to you, giggling softly as you cuddle together on the couch, watching the live feed of the countdown.

“kiss me at midnight? I’ve got something to prove to my best friend” he smirks, you can help but roll your eyes at him, sitting up and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him gently.

“oh shut it” you smile, crashing your lips onto his as the clock strikes 12 fireworks displaying on the tv screen, lighting up the entire living room.

you pull away quickly, grabbing the bowl as the two of you scarf down the grapes, laughing when satoru almost chockes on one of them. as the final chime of the clock sounds you press a kiss to your lovers lips, both of you smiling as he chases you for one last kiss.

“happy new years sweetheart” he mumbles, grinning when you card your fingers through his hair.

“happy new years angel boy,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his dimples before landing on his lips once more.

safe to say the two of you definitely believe in the new years myths now (suguru tells satoru he should get the credit, not shoko’s terrible laundry skills).

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[leeannsparksauthor]

How Could I Hurt You?

*SPOILERS FOR DARK URGE PLAY THROUGH*

This one right here is for all the people who wanted a little more angst with their dark urge character. Personally I loved the story for the dark urge but I wish there was more of a reaction from companions at the fact that you died! So here's a little angsty treat for my fellow gamers who've put in over 300 hours into this game.

“I have a gift for you child. You will use it to lacerate this world.” No, the only word that echoed in your mind. You will not accept any gift from your so-called god. There is good in this world and your free mind knows this now. It is evident in the companions you have picked up along this journey. In the love of a pale elf, the kindness of an archdruid and the determination of tieflings. You have felt it in every gentle hug, tender kiss and smile that did not come from the release of death. 

“No, no, for once I’m free! I have seen life, I’ve seen beauty! I have loved, I have been loved…and I am never giving that back!” Fuck your god, fuck destiny, fuck everything that came before. The autonomy of your body was suddenly stripped away as you were raised into the air by invisible claws. Back breaking under the force answered only by cruel laughter.

“Can we kill this little freak!” The vampire spawn was ready to rush forward and imbed his knife into the puppet pulling the strings. You knew that he would be killed if he so much as put a kink in the plans of the cruel god. 

“Karlach…keep him away!”

Your father laughed at the weakness you showed so openly. “What a disappointing spawn you’ve become, my most promising, possessed by pathetic emotions. I remember when the very act of murder reflected in your gaze, oh the terror you inspired, the horror.”

The words Astarion spoke to his former master echoed within your mind, giving you courage, determination. “I am so much more than what you made me.”

“You are nothing without me, child. What I have given freely and what you have rejected most unknowingly I will take back. I will give you back to the rotting earth you hold so dearly, nothing but a dead fool, food for the worms. Even below the ground you will still feel the blood I rain upon this world, the fire that will consume the forests you called home. Your blood is mine and I will see it returned.”

You could feel the very blood he spoke of fall from your eyes like scarlett tears, your breath trapped inside your lungs begging to escape. The taste of copper fills your mouth as it dribbles down your chin. You’ve never felt so cold before, even in the harshest of winters. Bones seemed to snap and then as if clutched in a grasp of fury your heart shattered within your chest a silent scream caught in your throat. It was instant death but somehow still prolonged beyond the mortal plane.

There was no more chanting within the Bhall temple, no foreign word. Yet the scent of blood still lingered, the screams of your name like an echo being absorbed into the walls. 

You watched events unfold outside of your body and wondered if this is what all of your victims experienced after their death. Or if this torture was designed just for you by the lord of murder himself. 

Astarion had rushed over as soon as your body fell to the cold stone below. His hands cradling your body with a fierce protectiveness you had never seen before. His hands searched for a pulse, something, any sign of life you would give him. “Karlach give me a bloody scroll!”

“Astarion it won’t work…” she was right, it won’t. She had seen first hand instant death at the hands of devils, like a thread cut with a pair of scissors. 

“You don’t fucking know that, we have to try! Halsin do something you useless druid! Darling, look at me, please, please. I promised, I promised it wouldn’t have you my love, please…” Oh what you would give to embrace him, comfort him.

Light illuminated the blood that stained your face, warmth from Halsin’s palm, the warmth of nature itself. It would do nothing for you now. “Oak Father, hear me, aid me, protect this child of Silvanus.” The light flickered, a soft breeze tussling the hair surrounding your body. You had never seen such sadness on Halsin’s face, not even when his grove was threatened or when all hope had seemed lost in the darkness of the shadow curse. His hand engulfed the one that rested limply by your body, “forgive me my heart.” He brought the hand to his lips, warmth against deadly cold skin. 

“Your god is as useless as the rest of them! Potions, Karlach in my bag, hurry please…” his words were cut short as the large tiefling cradled the back of your head. Her forehead came to rest against yours, horns knocking against the ones atop your head. Soft lips brushed across the place where lines and creases would form the most.

“Rest easy Soldier…I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“Get away! Fuck you, fuck all of you, we have to help them, there must be something…” as if a candle had been extinguished so did his fight. “No, no…oh darling…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry my love, my light. Forgive me, please come back, I promise I’ll keep you safe please come back, don’t leave me, please.” They would tell stories about you, the hero who sacrificed everything to save Baulders Gate. Would they tell of the love you got to experience before it all ended? Would they speak of the friends you made? The adventures you had? 

Would they speak of the man who emerged from his crypt only to enter a temple and offer a choice?

The hardest choice you would ever have to make. Only it’s not a difficult one is it? After all it’s only one more battle until the rest of your life. Yours now, no one else's. You could close your eyes forever, spare yourself the view, the consequences. 

When the breath was returned to your lungs and the shattered pieces of your heart put back together one by one your body lurched forward with the first sight of your new life. 

Cool lips pressed against yours, fangs almost puncturing skin with the ferocity of a lover who held death in his arms. Words whispered against your mouth, “don’t you ever fucking do that to me again.”

A small, breathless laugh, “how could I leave my little star behind?” How could you leave this behind?

[bouncybongfairy]

Halloween Night Part 2

Evil Morty x Bimbo Reader

Summary: Halloween was over and you plan on spending ThanksGiving break at Morty's house. This is when you notice that Morty's aggression is at an all time high and you're not sure what to do about it. You choose to ignore this but end up finding out about his troubling past and future plans.

(This fanfic contains smut) (This Fanfic contains spoilers for Rick and Morty season 7) (Both characters are aged up to 18, you both are seniors in highschool in this story.)

Word Count: 4.5k+

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Halloween had come and gone, and fall was really starting to set in. Most of the leaves had fallen from their branches and every morning felt like the dead of winter. Like there weren’t enough blankets in the house to keep you warm at night. You and Morty were still doing well, but there was something different about Morty that you couldn’t put your finger on. Morty seemed to be on edge more, lashing out about random things. Never at you or anything but for example, you’d be in his room and he’d die in his game and just go ballistic. Or come to your window at night fuming from a fight he’s gotten into with his dad. You’d even asked him once if there was anything bothering him but he brushed it off. At that point, you chalked it up to the stress of being a senior, SATs, college applications, prom, etc. Luckily, thanksgiving break is right around the corner and you were staying at Morty's house. Your mom had an out-of-state business trip that she couldn’t get off and your dad was celebrating with his new fuckass family. You were super excited, missing your mom was gonna suck but you loved Morty and were really looking forward to spending so much time with him. 

When you told your friend group about the whole ordeal, they freaked out. Asking if you were prepared and they didn’t only mean packed but also physically. You wanted everything to be perfect while you were staying with the Smith’s. A couple of your girlfriends spent the day with you while you ran around doing errands. Getting your nails done, waxed, and picking up toiletries. You were quite lucky because your mom was feeling guilty about not being there for the holidays. This made her quite… generous if that makes sense. After getting home and packing all your bags, you began getting nervous. Triple-checking to make sure you didn’t miss anything. You zipped your bag up and brought it downstairs, sitting on the couch and waiting for Morty.

 It seemed like an eternity until you finally got the text that he was outside. You grabbed your stuff and made your way outside, he was sitting in the car. A blunt hanging out of his mouth, all the windows were rolled down. He got out of the car and grabbed your bag, setting it in the back seat. He gave you a kiss on the back of your hand before driving back to his house. 

Once you arrived, you went straight to his room. Even when you were just spending a couple of hours at his house, you never strayed from his room. It didn’t bother you necessarily, more of an observation. You were currently lying down together on his bed, talking about the plans you have for the week. 

“How does your family normally celebrate Thanksgiving?” you asked. 

“My dad makes everything and we just kinda sit around the table and eat, nothing extravagant,” he said. 

“I can help your dad, I make really good mashed potatoes,” you giggled, Morty chuckled and held the blunt in front of your lips. Allowing you to take a hit without readjusting your position. 

The first night was really nice, just cuddling while watching TV. It was dark and the soft glow of the television illuminated both your faces. It was momentary bliss, just how you imagined tonight to go. Because Morty was so… cold at times it made the moments where he was sweet and caring that much more special. When he would kiss your forehead or pull you closer as you cuddled. Especially when he would look down and smile at you, he rarely smiled and every time he did it made you melt. There was something that was off, lately when it came to intimacy, he was quite rough; more so than usual. At first, it was little things, like pulling your hair a little harder or squeezing her throat a little tighter than normal. You didn’t necessarily do a bad thing, it was just different. You know when you can’t quite decide if you like a certain food or not? That’s how it felt, kinda, not exactly. The first night you spent the night was the first time you’d done anything intimate during your stay. It was like he just went feral, and ended up biting your shoulder so hard it broke skin. You screamed so loud you were embarrassed that everyone in the house could hear you. Even though it did hurt and scare you, it was like an internal conflict whether you liked it or not. It felt primal and you liked that but you were more worried about mental health.

The next morning, you woke up first and started picking up the room a little. Differentiating the dirty yellow shirts from the clean ones. Once you were done, crawled back in bed, waking Morty up by kissing his forehead and rubbing his back until he started stirring awake. You guys lay there for a while, embracing each other underneath the covers. The first thing he did was sit up and start rolling, he did this every morning. You lay with your head in his lap, fighting the urge not to fall asleep. He asked you if there was anything specific you wanted to do today. There wasn’t, you just wanted to be with him. 

“You want to go to the mall?” he asked, setting the rolling tray on his bedside table. 

“Only if we can go to Auntie Anne’s,” you said, sitting up and kissing him on the cheek.

“Let’s shower,” he said, getting up to grab clothes. 

It wasn’t anything erotic or even sexual, you both were genuinely washing your hair and body. After both of you finished washing up you just embraced each other in the hot water. Running your hands up and down his back, his cheek was resting on top of your head. It was moments like this that made you think his being more aggressive was just because of stress. The water began to run cold and both of you made your way back to his room. He sat down on his bed, not even bothering to change out of the towel that was wrapped around his waist. You set up your towel in front of the closet door mirror and started doing your make-up. Watching him in the mirror, as he ghost inhaled a thick yellow cloud of smoke. You admired his side profile and the hint of muscle tone in his arm when he ashed the blunt. It didn’t take you long to finish getting ready. You tried to be as speedy as possible, you were looking forward to a frozen strawberry lemonade. He surprised you when you turned around and he was wearing a black shirt, on the right side there was a gold M symbol but the middle was elongated. You complimented him on his change of pace which made him smile. Every time he did you felt like you were winning an unspoken game. The ride to the mall was so nice, it was cold outside so he cranked the heater on. Using one hand to steer and the other to hold hands. 

It ended up being a really nice trip, the mall was already completely decorated to celebrate the Christmas season. You both walked hand in hand around the mall. It surprised you when he pulled out an extremely thick wad of cash from his pocket. You knew he sold weed and k-lax crystals but the wad was mostly 100 bills. It just seemed like a suspicious amount of money but at the same time you weren’t complaining. A little concerned but not to the point of bringing it up. However you were getting kind of nervous about how much stuff he was buying you, it was like he was encouraging, no, almost daring you push the limit. Spending hundreds of dollars on whatever you pointed to. You were looking for a dress to wear on Thanksgiving night. You ended up finding a thick black and gray striped mini dress. It was long sleeved and went well past your hands, the material was really soft feeling cotton. When you tried it on in the dressrooming, immediately you ruled it out as an option because of how short it was. Morty however objected, he was sitting on a cushioned bench. He had his elbows resting on his knees and his hands were interlocked and he was leaning forward. You were looking at his facial expression, he wasn’t looking at you with just lust, it was more like he was going to attack. 

“I think you look fucking amazing. Holy shit are gonna fucking get it?” he asked which made your face flush a deep red. 

Of course you ended up buying it, I mean how could you not after seeing his reaction. After you guys spent all day at the mall, it was time to head out. Immediately, you noticed the vibe was completely different. Morty was driving really fast, this was not necessarily out of the ordinary but he was weaving in and out of traffic. Bulls in The Bronx playing so loudly, the lyrics were becoming drowned out by sound. You started nervously squirming in your seat, looking over at him, he only had one hand on the steering wheel. When he pulled off the freeway exit, instead of slowing down he sped up and nearly drifted through the next right turn they made. The tires screeched and the smell of burning rubber came into the car. It was dark and kind of late so there weren't many cars on the road but it still scared the shit out of you. 

And I don’t wanna wait for the down-set date 

Gripping on to the seat of the car so tightly it pulled painfully at your acrylic nails. Suddenly, he pulls out onto a dirt road that's near the house. The way he was so calm and nonchalant about how reckless he was being was turning you on. You opened the glove box and pulled out the blunt he’s rolled and stashed. At first you struggled lighting it because of all the wind coming in from the windows but you eventually got it going. He was doing donuts and even then, his face never changed. Never showing any signs of fear or panic, it made you feel safer than you probably were. He took the blunt from you, taking a few puffs before turning his full attention back to the wheel. 

Cause’ I would rather end it all tonight

He was now going up a steep incline, you grabbed onto his shirt and were saying his name but the music was so loud that even if you were to scream it wouldn't make a difference. You looked over at him and he looked so nonchalant, blunt hanging off his lips. One hand was still gripping your thigh, you tried moving it so he could have both on the steering wheel but he just held on tighter. He then started reversing which scared the ever loving shit out of you. Out of instinct, you pull your knees to your chest. Because his hand was resting on your thigh it was now pressed against your chest. He handed the blunt back to you and smirked at your reaction. Pulling a three point turn so fast, you truly thought you were going to crash. He joked saying he was offended that you didn’t trust him and kissed your cheek once you were on a more stable part of the incline. Maybe it was because you were stoned but you couldn’t have found him more attractive than this moment.

And if I mean anything to you, I’m sorry but I’ve made up my mind.

After about 20 more minutes of this, they finally made their way back to Morty’s house. The sun was setting and you were feeling euphoric, like everything in life was momentarily perfect. Neither his mom or dad were home and you hadn’t seen Rick around in weeks. Summer had moved out to attend college, meaning they had the entire house to themselves. You had Morty by the hand and started tugging him upstairs. Not even bothering to close the bedroom door, you start pulling your clothes off. You got on your knees and started undoing his belt, he took the portal gun out of the waistband of his jeans and helped you kick them off. He was stroking your cheek with his thumb as you rub your bottom lip against his tip. He smirked slightly and moved his other hand to rest on top of your head. You take him into your mouth; he tangles his fingers through your hair and shoves your head down to take him fully into your mouth. You dug your fingernails into his thigh and shot him a death glare. He looks down at you and chuckles at your reaction. The stereo was blasting music and even though a lot of girls weren’t willing to admit it: you liked giving head. You liked watching his face scrunch up in pleasure, or when he would lose control of hands, in such pleasure that he was unaware of what the rest of his body was doing. Or when he let his head hang down, mouthing open as he climaxed. 

He pulled away and practically threw you on the bed. He had that same look in his eye from in the dressing room; feral and wild. His cheeks were flushed red and he was sweating. He crawled on top of you, planting his elbows by your ears and started making out with you again. You could feel his member pressed against your lower stomach, you bit his bottom lip, causing his dick to twitch. He pulled his hips back and lined himself up to enter you. He slowly slid into you, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder. Both your bodies were radiating so much heat and the energy was intoxicating. As he started to rock his hips back and forth he was making direct eye contact with you. He was biting his lip and your mouth hung open. The stereo was so loud you could barely hear yourself moaning, he was getting rougher and rougher. Thrusting in and out of you to the beat of If You Can’t Hang by SWS. 

You weren’t sure if you'd both been at it. You were as exhausted as you were, you couldn’t get enough. Both of your faces were beet red, sweat was dripping down his face. His thrusts were frantic and he was holding your wrists so tightly they were sure to be bruised. You were bucking your hips up, letting your head fall onto the mattress and your eyes roll back. Your chest was riddled with bite marks and hickeys, both of you were getting close to your limits. Him announcing with his eyebrows furrowed and wild eyes how he was going to cum was enough to send you over the edge. You could feel yourself spasming around his member. 

“Oh my God, Morty what the fuck!” Jerry yelled, backing away from the doorway. You screamed and tried to free yourself from the grip he had on your wrist but if anything he held on tighter. 

“Fuck off Jerry, I’m busy,” Morty barked, you froze for a second. Not sure if you were comfortable with what was happening. 

At the same time you were completely at the disposal of the orgasm that raked through your body. Partly out of pleasure and anger you rake your nails down his slender back. Watching as his face scrunched up in pain from the scratches, using your hair to pull your head to the side exposing your neck. He slams his head and mouth against your neck biting harder than ever before. You screamed and again scraped your nails against his back as he rutted through the rest of his orgasm. Once he finished he collapsed on top of you, his heart rate was so strong and fast it felt like it was vibrating your chest. He had his arms wrapped gingerly around your head, his head resting on your shoulder and part of your chest. You could tell he was physically drained because he bared his full weight onto you. Comfortingly, you start rubbing his back, feeling bad about the scratches. 

“Are you okay?” you asked nervously. 

“Yeah, I hate him and I don’t care if he knows anymore. I want him to,” he grumbled. 

“But are you like… okay,” you asked again, he moved his head to look at you. Giving you a deep kiss, as if that was going to answer the question. He then playfully rocked into you one more time and laughed at your reaction to the sudden moment. You slapped him arm and you both giggled with each other until falling asleep. 

When you woke Morty up, was sitting at his desk working on an unknown project. He was hunched over, leg bouncing every once and a while. You felt guilty when you saw how bad the scratches on his back were but then you remember the chunk he nearly took out of your neck. Sitting up, you wrap the comforter around your naked body. He heard the shuffling on the bed and got up to greet you. Laying on the bed and pulling you into a hug, rubbing his hands up and down your back. 

“Sleep okay?” he asked. 

“Yeah, did you talk to your dad?” you asked, worried about how upsetting the whole scene must have been for Jerry. 

“No, he left,” Morty said. 

“Like forever?” you asked?

“Probably not,” he replied flatly. 

“I think you have like, blue and red something smudged on your eye,” you said, reaching up to investigate but your body got caught in a stretch. While you weren’t looking, Morty tucked the colored wires back in eye before you went to look again. Reaching back up to wipe it off but when you looked it was gone.

“Oh, guess I saw wrong,” you said, not thinking anything of it.

The rest of the night was a little awkward, the fact that Morty was so unphased by fighting with his dad was throwing you off a bit. It wasn’t like he would ever get sad or insecure about a fight between the two of them. But normally he got more angry and frustrated, but now it was like it didn’t care in the slightest. The house was now completely empty and it was eriley noticeable. As nice as it was to have alone time, you couldn’t help but connect’s Morty’s sudden behavior change in the new absence. You both were in the kitchen now, finding something to eat. Morty couldn’t cook to save his life, personally you knew he was smart enough to, he just is stubborn. You were making pasta out of the little amount of food found in the house. Luckily there was noodles, pasta sauce and half a bag of frozen meatballs in the freezer. Morty was hugging you from behind, as you cooked you thought about earlier and how aggressive he was being and now he was huddling to you like a child who just got lost in the grocery store. After putting the lid back on the pan you walked over fridge and start looking for something drink. He followed you, keeping his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. 

“I’m going to the bathroom,” he said, kissing you on the back of the head and parted ways with you. 

After going back to the fridge trying to find something to drink even though you knew nothing was in there. You let out a frustrated sigh and went into the garage, you had a fridge in your garage so you assumed he would. Even if there wasn’t, it still didn’t hurt to check. When you walked in, it took you a couple moments to understand what you were seeing. Rick’s body, all emaciated and purple toned, was strapped to the wall, hooked up to a bunch of wires. Blood everywhere on the floor, you could barely see the original color anymore. Blueprints everywhere, along with a whiteboard full of pictures that were connected by strings. The spaceship was coated in a thick layer of blood. The room smelt of copper filled, so strong you could almost feel yourself choking on it. You lift your foot and see that the bottom is completely coated in thick, cold blood. Immediately you scream and go to run out and see Morty standing in the doorway. He takes a step towards you, being in shock, you take a step back. 

“What the fuck,” you said quietly, almost like you were mumbling 

“Come here,” he said. 

“No Morty, seriously like, what the fuck,” you said again but this time with your voice cracking and tears streaming down your face. 

“It’s not what you think,” he said, taking a couple more steps towards you.

“Wha- Morty this isn’t something- you can’t just talk your way out of this or pretend it didn’t happen!” your back was now pressed up against the work space. Morty was coming closer but not in an intimidating way. 

“It’s complicated,” he explained. 

“No,” you said. 

“Y/N, it really is complicated,” he said. 

He took you back inside, walking you over to the bathroom. Not caring if the two of you were leaving bloody footprints across the carpet. He helped wash your feet off and then broke everything down for you. You had to ask him several times if he was fucking with you, to the point where he was getting irritating with the same question over and over. He literally explained everything. The citadel, the entirety of his grandfather’s lore, the Morty Market. The reason why Rick’s use Morty’s for adventures and the abuse and torture they endure. Even spilling into his own trauma he’s faced at the hands of his own Rick. Even though he didn’t cry or anything you could tell that it was hard for him to tell you this. He explained that he’s planning on moving to the citadel. At first that kinda hit you like the rest of the overwhelming information he was telling you about. Until you realized what that meant for your relationship. Surely he would have mentioned it if he wanted to bring you. 

“When are you leaving,” you asked? 

“After Thanksgiving break,” he said. 

“Oh so what, was this like you letting me down easy? You- you just figured that I wouldn’t be as mad because at least you gave me your undivided attention for a week before you leave? Like did you really think I would just let you fucking leave. You fucking moron,” you said getting up and walked up the stairs, to Morty’s bedroom. 

“You can’t come,” Morty said. You ignored him, pulling a duffle bag out of the closet. Starting to pack all your clothes and make up and whatever else happened to be in your eyeline. 

“Are you fucking listening to me?” he asked, his voice becoming louder. 

“Obviously not,” you practically hissed as you were packing. 

“I’m not saying you can’t come with me because I don’t want you there. I want to be with you but it’s- you- I can’t guarantee your safety all the time,” he said. 

“I don’t care,” you continued, he grabbed your arm and turned to face him. 

“You. Can’t. Come,” he said, his jaw was clenched and his breathing was heavy. 

“I’D RATHER DIE THAN STAY!,” you shriek, ripping his hand off your upper arm and shoving him back. 

He reached up and grabbed your arm, pulling his portal gun out of his pants and opening the gateway. You were scared and tried to stop him from pulling you through it but the grip he had you was too tight. It wasn’t like you were completely unaware of his use of the gun, you’ve used it to get home from a couple parties when you both were too drunk to drive. When you came through the other side of the portal it was dark, windy and freezing. He was holding onto your arm so tightly you were sure there would be a bruise. But when you saw how high you guys were you literally started clutching onto him. 

“Where are we!” you screamed only for him to be able to hear you.

“The actual top of the empire state building!” he said back. 

“Why?” you asked.

“You said you’d rather die than stay right? So jump,” he said into your ear now. 

“Why though?” you asked again, trying to see if he was joking by looking into his eyes; he wasn’t.

“If you need to ask why then you really can’t come,” he said back. 

You looked up at him, you were exhausted. Tears were streaming down your face and you thought he would give up this little bluff he had. He just stared at you with a cold expression. You looked down and couldn’t even see the bottom because of how high in the air you were. Now, you were embarrassed that you said you’d rather die. It was painfully obvious he was doing this to call your bluff. Part of you was offended by this, did he really think you weren’t that serious about him? That you wouldn’t actually give your life for him? Was this entire relationship just frivolous and something he never truly kept serious. Looking back up at him and your stomach flipping when you realized he was dead serious. 

“You want me to jump?” you asked, practically whispered. 

“You’d rather die right?” he asked back. 

Maybe it was because you were mad that he was trying to call your bluff. Or perhaps because you were gaslit, but you jumped. There were no thoughts in your brain. You know when you’re a kid and stick your head out of the window, and the wind is so forceful you almost can’t breathe for a second. That’s what you were feeling, everything around you was just colors and blobs, your eyes unable to make out anything. A soundless scream came out of your mouth as you closed your eyes, accepting your fate. 

Morty was still at the top of the building, watching as you fell. He was getting flashbacks when Rick rhetorically asked ‘what if I wanted you to jump off the empire state building, I have to ask?’ Maybe it was because Morty had such a toxic mindset but he now agreed with that logic. Even if he took her, the likelihood of her dying is just 100% higher. He wouldn’t be able to take care of her with everything he had planned for the citadel. Not only that, he learned from Rick what happens when you have a women you love. They become collateral for anyone he’s done wrong. He knew she liked him, maybe even loved you but he didn’t know you loved him enough to jump. It made adrenaline flush through his entire body. He knew that he could no longer deny that he loved you. More than anything, Morty didn’t think he was capable of empathy or connection. He after he turned 7, he’d stop telling his mother he loved her. He didn’t cry at his Aunt’s funeral or during sad movies when he was a child. At one point, his parent’s were considering seeking a psychologist for how lackluster the boy was. Morty’s were normally girl obsessed unable to look past their own erection. Morty never felt this way, at least until he met you. He liked how you owned how hot you were. How you were never were worried with how people perceived you. He knew you worshiped him, he liked that. 

He let out a frustrated groan and dove off the building. Making his body slim and tight to help glide through the air faster than you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and started opening portals for the two of you to slow down the fall. He looked at your face, to see if you were okay or not. Your nose was bleeding slightly and although you were blinking your eyes were glazed over, in shock. He opened the portals he was opening were all in dimensions where the gravity was getting less and less intense, in order to prevent as much whiplash as he could for the both of you. The last portal was back to his bedroom, he threw the portal gun on the bed. Lowering the both of you to the ground, you were passed out. He brushed the hair out of your face, saying your name waiting for you to open your eyes. He checked your pulse and was relieved to feel it was strong. After using smelling salts to get you awake, you guys just stared at each other. 

“Can I come now?” you asked, which made Morty laugh.

[theresattrpgforthat]

hi! firstly, i wanted to thank you for your blog :) its actually gotten me into ttrpgs and you run a great service! secondly! im in the market for a two player ttprg for people who… haven't exactly played ttrpgs ever before! we both like the genres horror and comedy. as for mechanics, we love character creation and coming up with lore / improv on the fly! any games that fit this would be great. thank you so much, mint!

THEME: Duet Games for Beginners

Hello, and thank you so much for your message! Welcome to the hobby, there’s oodles of fantastic games out there and I’m glad that you find my posts helpful. Let’s get started, shall we?

First of all, I’m also going to shout out @jeffstormer 's Party of One podcast, which was my jumping off point for looking for 2-player games that would work for you. I heavily recommend checking him out, as he has years of experience playing (and running) games for two, regardless of whether they’re designed to be played that way.

Second of all, I tried to recommend games that either come with a lot of tools or that are pretty short, because I wanted to give you options that either really guide you through the process or don't overwhelm you with instructions. Your mileage may vary, but I hope something here stands out!

Dead Friend: A Game of Necromancy, by Ghostly Rituals.

Dead Friend is a roleplaying game for a necromancer and a ghost. That is, it's a collaborative storytelling game for two players. You will each play the role of a friend, one living and one dead. You will ask and answer questions to develop the characters, their community, their history together, and the motivations leading up to their final conflict.

The script follows the dramatic structure of a necromancy ritual, and you will use the spellbook of instructions throughout the entire game like a witch reading spells from an ancient grimoire. The mood may be spooky or intimate, heartwrenching or hilarious — it is up to you as storytellers. Dead Friend requires 1 Tarot deck or 1 deck of mundane playing cards.

I think this game looks like a good combination of horror and comedy, as it carries horrific tones but allows you to choose the mood. You’ll be answering question prompts throughout the game using tarot cards, so this is another excellent method of creating lore as you play. This game has an actual play episode of it with Jeff Stormer and Dani Costello that you can listen to if you want an example of play as well!

Standoff, by Matthew R.F. Baloušek.

The necromancer shrieks with cruel laughter, plunging the glowing dagger into the warrior's heart. "Fool! All your struggle was for naught. Your soul will be but a tasty morsel for my dark master!"

He starts to pull the dagger out, but finds his wrist stopped cold by Francesca's iron grip. She stares back with an icy glare. A glint of light catches the necromancer's eye, and he looks down to see the talisman of protection.

Wresting the dagger from the necromancer's cold hands, Francesca grins. "I hid all my vital organs in a pocket dimension!" Taking a free hand to dip a finger in what appeared to be blood, she tastes it and chortles. "You wasted the ichor of Ag'tekk on nothing more than a large ketchup packet!"

Standoff is a game where everyone works together to tell a ridiculous story full of twists, ripostes, counter-feints, and triple-double-crosses.

This is a chance to take turns one-upping each-other in a world of your own design. You’ll need a number of index cards in order to write down what you introduce to the world, but little else. What I appreciate about this game is the structure it provides - I find that structured sections and examples help new players get used to coming up with pieces as they go.

This is improv comedy at its finest - and it can also play with a larger group! There aren’t specific characters assigned to each player, but if you want to take more responsibility for either the Protagonist or the Antagonist then you should still be able to do that. This game looks exceptional, and I hope you check it out!

What’s A Vapourwave, by fen slattery.

A two-player, 200 word RPG about explaining vaporwave to your grandpa. Based on a true story.

One player is Casey, who kinda knows what vaporwave is. Another is Grandpa, who loves Casey and wants to understand their life. Played via text message.

This is a simple game that can be played via text message that navigates a humorous attempt at a grandfather doing his best to understand his grandchild. I love the aesthetic of this game, and I can see how easy it is to let the conversation within this game devolve into hilarity.

Heart Full of Trash, by StarshineScribbles.

Heart Full Of Trash is a  2-player roleplaying game where you play as raccoons on a date! 

Sort your recycling as you create your characters and tell the story of their romantic endeavours. Will your date be a triumph or will your raccoons develop a deep and long-lasting friendship?

Either way, by the time the game is over, your recycling will be sorted and ready for correct disposal. 

This is an adorably cute game that leans much closer to the comedy side of your request. The two of you will actually sort your recycling as you role-play - so since you’re using something you already have in your house, you don’t need to go and buy any extra gaming materials! This game is a bit closer to an improve game as well, so it might be a good introduction for someone who is less familiar with traditional character sheets and rolling dice.

You’re in Space and Everything’s Fucked, by Nevyn Holmes.

You’re in Space and Everything’s Fucked is a love letter to sci-fi cosmic horror and gore-filled splatter films.

You're In Space And Everything's Fucked emulates the trappings of isolation space horror video games through the lens of a tabletop role-playing game and is inspired by similarly fucked-up situations found in the Dead Space, System Shock, and Alien franchises.

The Station takes on the role of monsters and setting; generating both as the Struggler explores. They take a bird's-eye-view of the story and throw obstacles and objectives at the Struggler.

The Struggler fills the boots of the hapless sap that ended up in this situation. They scavenge, sneak, and generally work to survive by any means necessary in the face of horrifying creatures and untrustworthy NPCs.

The Demo version of this game is designed for two players, although it looks like the Kickstarter that Dinoberry Press ran back in March is for a bigger game down the road. The game includes a character creation section, a hint of map generation, and a handful of generated Boss Monsters! Because you generate the map as you go, I think this gives you a chance to come up with lore as you go. If you want chilling horror and a constant struggle for survival, this is the game for you.

Games I've Recommended in the Past

My Duet Flirty Games Post.

My Epic Two-Player Games Post.

[dreamywakes]

Betting on Betta: A Bachelorette Challenge

Hi Everyone! I'm not dead I promise. Work life has just caused me to take a break from games in general. In order to get back into the game I want to play a basic legacy without any rules. The only problem... I really don't feel like making a spouse for my founder. Soo why not have some fun with it and attempt a bachelorette challenge?

Introducing Betta Lace:

Growing up in Sulani was a blast for Betta. How could it not have been? Everything she loved surrounded her: warm sand, calm waves, clear water, and pretty shells. There was only one issue. Being a Lace comes with a lot of responsibility. Ever wonder why the island waters are always so calm? The Lace's have lived in Sulani for ages. Hundreds of years ago they were gifted with the ability to speak and see the islands spirits. For generations they have calmed angry spirits. By following their spirit guides every word the Lace's have saved the island and it's locals from many threats. Sulani locals like to call them The Guardians. Betta's thoughts on this? Well to put it simply, she hates it. Betta and her siblings were treated like glass. Public schooling? No way, we can't have risk anything bad happening to a Guardian. Home schooling was seen as the safest way to learn. Being a Lace has left Betta with little social life. It's hard to make real friends when everyone sees you as an idol. Finding love? Betta could only dream of it. She has tried in the past. However, it's hard to find love when people expect an idealized version of you. That's why Betta decided to be the next Bachelorette. She wants to find someone who will love her as she is.

About Betta:

25 years old

She/Her

Pansexual

The youngest of three

Free-spirited

Hopeless romantic

Has only had one long-term relationship that ended very badly

Quit her job as a life guard to come on the show

Hopes to find a job as a Conservationist after finding love.

Made accessories out of shells when she was a kid.

Spent four years away from Sulani when she went to college which made her never want to leave again.

Not the closest with her family. They find her to be too irresponsible.

Contestant Guidelines:

Berry Sims Only- I tend to get bored when my sims aren't nice and colorful. No specific colors for this one so have fun.

Young Adults Only- The winner will hopefully go on to found a legacy with Betta. I want them to live happily for as long as possible.

All genders Allowed- Betta is Pan.

Occults are Welcomed- I love occults and so does Betta. You can even get creative with CC to make something different if you'd like.

Custom Content? Go Crazy- Well maybe not too crazy. I'm not going to put a limit on CC just be aware that we may not see all of your sim's outfits (like cold weather or athletic for example).

Fashion? Be sure to give your sim a nice formal, everyday, and date outfit at least.

Backstory and Details- Please give us a backstory and some facts to get to know your contestants better. It doesn't have to be extremely long I just want to know who they are.

No Skills Allowed- There will be challenges in this bachelorette and I don't want anyone to have the upper hand. Traits that may affect skills are allowed obviously.

No Romantic Traits- Once again I just don't want anyone to have the upper hand. Describing your sim as romantic is fine. We're just trying to eliminate any major advantages.

No Contestant Limit- at the moment. This could change later!

Comment Below to Reserve a Spot- Just to make sure I know you're making a sim. I don't have a deadline in mind and I don't want to end submissions when someone is still making a sim.

Be sure to make a post with your sims details so I can repost them for everyone to see.

DM me with your sims files when you are done.

Pack Limitations? Please note that I do not own Horse Ranch, For Rent, Outdoor Retreat, Dine Out, Jungle Adventure, Journey to Batuu, Dream Home Decorator, My Wedding Stories, Most stuff packs, All Kits.

Stuff Packs I do own include- Paranormal, Cool Kitchen, Movie Hangout, and My First Pet (yes I downloaded it for free)

Accepting Contestants Now!

Current Contestants:

Reserved by @dragonplumbobs

Reserved by @invisiblequeen

Reserved by @justmeeeeeeks

Reserved by @theworstsimblr

-Reserved by @prettyprettyplumbobs

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No deadline yet

[frosti-moon]

If you're still doing the WIP asks, I'd love to hear more about your Swagger Bishie one. (Came for the Vigcup, saw the DP content and said "I live here now." 🤣)

whahaha welcome to the madness! <3 HTTYD and DP have been my main hyperfixations for a while now and I'm not planning on changing that any time soon! (not that I have control over it but you know what I mean lol)

So, this fic idea is actually the one I've had the longest. Right after getting into the DP fandom for the first time I had a dying need for more swaggerbishie fics that focussed mainly on a Dash redemption story. And hey, why not write one myself?

The summary: After Dash messes up big time during an important game his ego takes a massive hit and his teammates give him the cold shoulder. Suddenly he's forced to reconsider what exactly he wants out of life. This on top of his previous issues at home and his struggle with his sexuality causes him to have an emotional breakdown. And it just so happens that the worst of it is seen by Dash's biggest hero, Phantom. Through a bit of a misunderstanding Dash ends up spending a lot of time with Phantom's best friend and secret ally, Danny Fenton.

Meanwhile, Danny is desperately trying to keep his life and his afterlife seperate as they become more and more entangled through his new friendship with -and his own attraction to- his former bully.

Plenty of angst, hurt/comfort, and learning how to grow as a person.

Dash tries to collect himself as his hands dig in the strange fabric of the black jumpsuit. Phantom feels cold all over. That’s all he feels. All he can feel. "...You don't have a heartbeat." The words fall from his lips before he has even realized how dumb of a statement that is. "Oh! Well, it'd be weird if I did, wouldn't it? Being dead and all, ahaha..." Why did you say something so stupid?! Stop giving Phantom more reasons to hate you! Dash scrambles out of the embrace. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn’t mean-" "No, it's okay! Really! Don't worry about it!" Phantom smiles kindly. "I've been dead for long enough that it doesn't bother me," he says while waving his hand, as if that could dispel the awkwardness of the situation.

[snows-2am-thoughts]

Dazai Headcanons

I have a few headcanons on how Dazai acted before he came to be in Mori’s care. There are a lot of theories about where Dazai came from and I love most of them honestly. There are so many possibilities about how Dazai came to be and honestly, I need a light novel about it. Unless they’re going to make it important to the plot and it gets revealed in the next arc or sometime later in the manga. 

My favorite theory that I came up with was that Dazai came from a wealthy family. He’s probably the youngest of 2-3 siblings and his parents were the cold and distant but loving type. I like to think that Dazai had a nice family but something happened that pushed him to where he ended up. I am taking inspiration from the protagonist of the No Longer Human book by the irl Dazai Osamu so tread carefully since I will mention some of that stuff. I am trying to keep this one more lighthearted and introspective so some stuff like the se*ual ab*se Ōba Yōzō went through won’t be mentioned. 

Warnings: I talk about ADHD, some implied mental illness along with some trauma because Dazai. All of the warnings that can apply to Dazai should be warned (aka his unaliving tendencies)

Anyways the headcanons

INFANT Dazai (0-1 year old)

Was a quiet baby, never really cried and babbled

It actually worried his parents at first because their other kids made a lot more noise as babies

Only really cried if he got super frustrated when he couldn’t communicate his wants effectively

Did started making noises and saying small words around the 10 month mark

Wasn’t very interested in the baby toys that made noise

Building blocks held his interest a tad bit more but even then he grew out of them fast

TODDLER Dazai (1-3 years old)

Started walking around the 1 year old mark

Still wasn’t a big talker but he would give one or two word answers, he just didn’t feel like any more words were necessary

Would walk and point to things if he could, words once again weren’t necessary

Wasn't very interested in toys the kids his age liked

Did have a small interest in listening to his parents work, mostly because his brain was a sponge soaking up all it could

Taught himself to read around 2.5-3 years old, he would memorize stories that the maids would read to him then open the book himself and memorize the words. Basically he worked backwards to learn to read

With the early reading came the early education once his parents noticed his only interests revolved around his brain

Numbers and the lot came easy after learning the basics

PRESCHOOL Dazai (3-6 years old)

Didn’t really understand people and even more so after starting school and started being around kids his age

He observed and copied the actions of the kids around him to not draw attention to himself (*cough*masking*cough*)

Started to make himself act like more of an outgoing and friendly child even if he didn’t understand why that seemed like the preferred personality that people wanted from children. (aye practice for his future self)

Although he transitioned into his persona slowly as to not raise suspicion of an overnight personality change

Thought that his persona could let him understand people a little more but it made him more confused

He totally gave his teachers so many headaches when he first started school

As I said before, tried to mask and hide his intelligence for a while because he didn’t need any attention on him

This failed as he got way too bored of sorting shapes and numbers but he was already reading at a 16 year old skill level at 6 years old

His teachers tried stimulating his academically until they deemed it was better to just move him up grades

Went from his 6 year old class to a class filled with 9 year olds to test the waters

They had to move him to a 12 year old class only a few days later when he made multiple children cry after a multiplication game

SCHOOL AGE (6-12 years old)

You will have to physically rip ADHD Dazai away from my cold dead hands, I stg (I could do a whole separate headcanon for this because him and Ranpo basically make up AuDHD)

I feel like around his 7-8 year old mark is when he really started going tired around the uninteresting things of life, he’s a severely bored kid who doesn’t understand nor have a will to live

I do think around 10-11 is when he started getting interested in suicide as a coping mechanism for all the intricacies of humanity that he did not understand and the fact he started realizing he didn’t have a reason to live

At this point he’s observed people for so long that the masks he parades around of a cheerful but academically gifted child is concrete and there’s hardly anything that can make him break it

Knows why and how people feel certain emotions or react a certain way to things but he doesn’t understand it, not really

There's an ever bigger disconnect between him and people from when he was small that he starts to think of himself as something other than human

Had a bunch of issues trying to stimulate his brain in a way that would take away his boredom as school couldn’t do it for him

While he couldn’t ever really take away his boredom completely, he would take up new puzzles or games to try and give his brain new things to think about. I’m talking like the 3D crystal puzzles or the puzzles with no edge pieces

Anything that could capture his attention was bought in bulk until he eventually got bored of it again (neurodivergent child)

Started taking university level courses around 11, he probably could’ve taken them sooner but his teachers and parents didn’t want to overload them

[leavemetoexist]

I finished all 4 Studio Investigraves games and I have opinions. (Spoilers to all the games by the way but you already know that)

I played them all backwards from the most recent to least recent by complete accident hence why I shall be reviewing them from least recent to most recent. I'll be judging them based off gameplay, characters and story. Of course don't take this too seriously it's my general opinion and I wouldn't mind hearing other people's personal tier list about which game was their favourite. My interpretation of the characters can of course vary from others opinions as well so keep that in mind.

4. Eloquent Countenance

Gameplay: the gameplay in this one wasn't actually bad, I quite liked doing the different tasks however with that being said, I also got lost multiple times about what I was supposed to do (I think i'm to blame for this once honestly because it was spelled out for me). Overall I still liked it but again I had issues. I did however adore the mix of 3d modelling and 2d models.

Story: The story isn't bad, if anything it leaves room for so many things. The explanation to the end did confuse me though because I couldn't tell if Forcas was talking to the woman trapped in the body or if he was talking to the angel that had taken over the body. And also why did us the angel decide that we did want to give the body back to her? Again a lot of questions that I think can be expanded on if they ever to second game. (I think this is mostly me wanting a second game so badly lol)

Characters: Our character Lisa is alright, I have no grievances with her, she's funny and sarcastic as hell and honestly my favourite. Forcas on the other hand... I like his shenanigans, but there is only so much fourth wall breaking one can take before it isn't very special, I guess? The way he speaks is like how I would write an overpowered annoying know-it-all character when I was 13. So yea not my favourite. I do love their characters designs though, absolutely gorgeous in my opinion.

3. Cold Front

Gameplay: I had no problem with the gameplay, except maybe when I was running from the monster, that was the only hard part. This was a shorter game so there wasn't too much gameplay and coming down to the end I was honestly a little annoyed that we'd basically ceased gameplay and had started basically just started reading out the rest of the story. I wish there was a boss fight to the end, a little something something to really close it off would've been nice.

Story: It was heartwarming (ironic). I can not express it enough that I really love how well done the story is, both endings really got me. One was a happy ending technically with only Augustine living and it was so dark that he was happy to finally feel seen again once Winnie was dead. Winnie had no idea that he was breaking a lot of Augustine's boundaries but at the same time, these two just needed some communication and they were fine in the end which was perfectly okay with me. They both reflected and became better people together.

Characters: No notes, they were good. I loved the fucked up anxiety version of Augustine and Winnie, it really shows how anxiety is and how overthinking and keeping everything in can really harm a friendship.

2. Dead Plate

Gameplay: There is so much that needs to be talked about with the gameplay. First of all, our character Rody, does not have a side and back angle so that you can tell which way you're facing, which messed me up a lot when I tried to serve tables. When I first booted up the game it took me way too long to figure out the what to do in the tutorial (This one might be on me tbh so I won't be too mean to the game about it). The various customers did not make any facial expressions as to help indicate to the players their level of annoyance going from good-> annoyed-> angry-> leaving. I really wished they had that, even if it weren't a face at least some sounds would've been nice.

Story: I adored the story, it's fucked up, it's nice and it's overall really good. Genuinely no notes, it's cut and dry, nothing overally complicated and I loved it.

Characters: I loved the characters. Rody is so deeply in love with his girlfriend (Marieanna) and loses his sense of self. He literally does not know who he is without her and instead of listening to her and improving himself and becoming his own person, he makes himself think that if he just had enough money, that she would take him back. Vince on the other hand, woah that motherfucker is a little mad in the head isn't he? I was expecting your usual obsessive yandere esc character but no. He becomes not really obsessed but more like testing a theory. He has never tasted food and wants so desperately to make food where you can taste the love in it so when he found out about Rody whiles dating Marieanne, well he just had to put this theory to the taste test right? I also live for the theory of him wanting to express his love to Rody by feeding him the thing that he loved most (I think this theory is actually pretty solid tbh and I'm not sure if it's a theory or confirmed within the game. I played this so long ago that I've kind of forgotten).

1. Elevator Hitch

Gameplay: This one might be obvious to most people who follow me but Elevator Hitch is literally my absolute favourite. The gameplay itself was quite fun, I enjoyed the puzzles and tasks that had to be done and the uniqueness of each floor. I had one problem where I didn't realise you could look around the elevator, I wished there were some arrows to indicate you could do that but overall the gameplay was solid.

Story: The story is simple, simple in a fun complicated way. It certainly didn't answer why the building is the way it is but that was alright with me. I enjoyed especially the small glimpses at protag's life before he got stuck in the elevator. I loved the ending, the fact that he had no real choice but to go back was *chef's kiss* Sad ending for Protag but that's okay, solid story.

Characters: One of my favourite head cannons about this game is that coworker is actually pretending to be stupid about the situation that we the player are experiencing and I can be more than be convinced about that. Our main character definitely has shit going on, as saw in the end he needed that job and well the fourth floor with his parents. I loved the dialogue options and the dynamic going on between the two of them. They're both silly and share one brain cell and I adore them for that.

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character asks bc other anon was a coward: blade

HAJFTOVNWHYFAGDYSDNTJ

General opinion/How much I care about them: Ren Blade Yingxing my beloved beloathed depressed miserable angsty bastard aaaaaaa-

This man, oh my god. This edgy mess is somehow the second fastest blorbo to be coined as such in my blorbo-having history, and I think that alone says a lot. But even if not, he has his special little spot for being: 1) my first HSR fave, 2) my current main (the gameplay is ridiculously fun holy shit), and 3) the reason I downloaded the game at all (shoutout to Bronya, of course, but it was mainly Ren).

Also I really like the fact that he's genuinely batshit insane. An unapologetic menace to the galaxies. He can be so unhinged and evil sometimes, and that's a new flavor of fave in my collection. Did I mention the story doesn't try to redeem him at all? Because it's true! Extremely uncommon win on the hyv writers' part there; doubly so because they manage to balance this aspect with the subtle gap moe they love to give to all their stoic characters.

Yes. Ren is simultaneously edginess incarnate and a tired grandpa that sucks with words and doesn't know shit about technology. Oh and he keeps getting roped into Situations by his colleagues- and goes along with them all the time! The dude was literally asked to pose for a movie cover and he just. did that. No questions asked. Nothing.

I care about him a very normal amount. He's so neat and- oh my god I forgot to mention the aesthetic. Black/blue/red/gold is such a banger color scheme. He also has a spider lily motif and that looks very cool! And the pretty ribbon on the back of his coat is a 10/10 design choice. His only problem is that the game keeps forgetting to edit his silly beta design sneakers out of splash art, and that the washed out jeans clash hard with the coat. But otherwise? Perfection. I could (and did) stare at him for hours on end.

A ship I love: Kafblade is one of those pairs that you can read as romantic or platonic with equal efficacy and I love that for it. They're partners in crime! There's a great sense of trust and faith between them! They're each other's guardian and tether and the one who understands them best and they're such an awesome dynamic, good lord.

Honorable mention goes to jingren for the old man yaoi potential to take the relationship in a very (bitter)sweet or very sad way. There's something to be explored here and I wish canon could give it consideration someday.

A non-romantic relationship that I love: Stellaron Hunter agenda!!! They're so awesome individually and as a group, and the comedy is just lovely. You have Ren wrangling two terribly reckless women because in some way, by some miracle, he happens to be the braincell holder among the three. You have him trailing after Kafka on one of her shopping sprees with a whole bunch of bags and coats, you have him going to an arcade with Silver Wolf because she wanted to show him this brand new game she's been talking about nonstop for four days, and you have him in an impromptu shooting session with them both because they wanted to make silly movie covers and needed an extra actor.

They're one small hilarious family and I adore them so so much, you have no idea. Can't wait until Sam and Elio make an appearance in the story so I get more fuel for shenanigans.

The NOTP: None here sir, as long as the ship is normal it's fine by me.

My biggest headcanon about them: Ren is autistic and you will pry this hc from my cold, dead hands. He's stuck in his own head 80% of the time. He doesn't do conversation at all. Back when he was still Yingxing, he used to spend so much time at the forge when inspiration struck him, to the point of tuning out everything until his friends physically dragged him out to touch grass. He's an autistic nerd through and through, and even several thousand deaths can't take that from him.

An idea for a fanfiction I would like to write/read about them: One idea I've been curious about lately is what would happen in a roleswap scenario, where the Astral Express crew find Ren before the Stellaron Hunters do. He may not make for a great archivist, his state of mind may be less-than-stellar, but it's interesting to imagine the dynamics between him and the crew- and hey, who doesn't love taking sad guys out of situations for a change?

I'm filing this concept for later, just in case. Who knows? The writing ghost visits when I least expect it.

Something that makes me think of them: Everything these days The flute, the sound of wind blowing, red spider lilies, and -to the immense detriment of my composure in public- mentions of the word blade in any context ever. Why gee, thanks for permanently altering my brain chemistry.

[barovianfinewines]

Barovian Folk Tales & Rhymes

“The Vampire Song”

(after “Snow Beast,” by Leslie Fish)

Note: “Snow Beast” is from the Mercedes Lackey filk album Oathbound, arranged and performed by Cecilia Eng, a recording of which can be heard here.

I'm DMing Curse of Strahd and I love trickling out setting information to my players through stories and poems. This was too perfect not to adapt. Kids gotta learn that you can't just let strangers willy-nilly into your house, or they may eat you and everyone you know!!

Children playing in the wood Farther than they know they should Saw a stranger walking near Never stopped to think nor fear Skin like ice, eyes that gleam Things aren't always what they seem Nails too sharp, teeth too long Look for what you know is wrong! “O my dears,” the woman plead “I'm all alone and chilled near dead These woods aren't safe for one to roam Won't you take me to your home?” Stands too still, moves too fast No shadow nor reflection cast Pointed ears, pointed grin Look before you let them in! Despite her cold, unblinking stare She seemed so nice, she spoke so fair Foolish children did not question They forgot a vital lesson Skin like ice, eyes that gleam Things aren't always what they seem Nails too sharp, teeth too long Look for what you know is wrong! They did not wait to find a guard They led her straight to their own yard They did not think to ask their kin They brought her home and let her in Stands too still, moves too fast No shadow nor reflection cast Pointed ears, pointed grin Look before you let them in! Once she was within, surprise! She cast away her human guise Fangs grew long, claws sprang free A ravenous vampire was she! Skin like ice, eyes that gleam Things aren't always what they seem Nails too sharp, teeth too long Look for what you know is wrong! All that night down every street She stalked and slaughtered all she'd meet When sun peeked o'er the ridge too late The town had met a grisly fate Stands too still, moves too fast No shadow nor reflection cast Pointed ears, pointed grin Look before you let them in! For pretty words and pretty wiles Pretty looks and pretty smiles Those folks were slain and scattered all Because they let their caution fall Skin like ice, eyes that gleam Things aren't always what they seem Nails too sharp, teeth too long Look for what you know is wrong! Stands too still, moves too fast No shadow nor reflection cast Pointed ears, pointed grin Look before you let them in!

Note: The vampire "tells" listed in this rhyme are mostly taken directly from 2nd edition Ravenloft sources. In my game, they are mostly allusions to true, valid tells, though reality is of course more complex than the song would make it seem.

In the novel I, Strahd, Strahd disguises his nature by either wearing gloves or trimming down his long, sharp nails, and by combing his hair to cover the pointed tips of his ears, and doing literally nothing else. Yeah, he parts his hair differently and calls it a day. Fwiw at that point he's basically an infant (only in his 90s!) and gives precious few fucks. This is all in concordance with his writeup in Realm of Terror.

Van Richten's Guide to Vampires lists the most notable tells as cold, unnaturally pale/ashen skin (the color of which can be disguised by makeup or magic, or explained away by some rationalization such as chronic illness or an aversion to being out in the sun with the peasants) and the absence of a reflection (in any reflective surface, not just mirrors).

VRGtV takes great pains to note that vampires have teeth nearly identical to our own, perhaps to frustrate genre-savvy players. Realm of Terror, on the other hand, takes great pains to note that vampires (or, Strahd, at the very least) have ~retractable fangs~ which lengthen when "aroused or attacking." So, make of that what you will.

(In the interest of thoroughness, Realm of Terror also waxes quite poetic about Strahd's eyes: "dark and hypnotic, like deep pools with subtle reflections of red light, [which] when he is aroused or enraged... burn like red hot coals." So, make of that what you will. For better or for worse I've got a folder in my head for weird 90s vampire lore that's labeled "arousal.")

[aphroditestummyrolls]

For the WIP ask game

Crows witness protection please. It sounds so fun!

HELL YEAH HELL YEAH! This story has been at the forefront of my brain for a while, and I got a little carried away writing this out 😅

Somewhere in his mind— a throughline between the throbbing pain constricting his ribs, the pounding of his heart in his ears, and the sudden urge to protect this kind stranger— Wylan could still feel the terrible thrill of being chased. Adrenaline pumped through him, and he scrambled to tug his new charge down a tiny alley and into a sheltered little corner. It was almost like a blanket fort like ones children made, just built from whiskey crates and canvas tarps.

Sure enough, there was still chaos in the market they’d run from. Maybe— he begged Ghezen, the Saints, and anyone who was listening— maybe his pursuers would take a wrong turn. If his luck held, Wylan could still get home.

Footsteps and shouting echoed— orders to split up. To make sure he was dead.

Every muscle in his body still twitched to run, but it felt like his bones had grown too heavy for him. Wylan took a fumbling step, vision wobbling, and he took to his knees to open his rucksack.

It was wet with blood, and he swallowed hard. There was a hole in the top right corner that smelled like smoke. His whole mouth tasted like hot iron. His back was pulsing in time with his rapid heart.

“Lad? Hey, lookit me—“ his kind stranger had dropped to the shadowy pavement beside him, cupping the back of his head with a big hand. “You’ve been wounded, bad. If you can direct me, I’ll get you to a hospital, but I don’t—“

“No.” It came out harsh, one arm up to his elbow in his pack. The panic was sharp and sudden in his mind. “No, no hospitals, please. The Barrel is, only the Barrel’s safe.”

The man blinked, fixing him with a wry expression. Wylan, on a better day, would be able to appreciate the irony of that a little more, but he was too shaky to really parse the stranger’s expression.

Was he crestfallen? Or just lost for words? Maybe he was deciding Wylan wasn’t worth it, weighing his sanity and his blood loss— whether or not he was willing to be in such danger for the sake of some bleeding Barrel Rat. Wylan was too fuzzy around the edges to even remember why he’d stuck his hand in his pack, let alone understand another person’s mind.

Those eyes studied him like he was struggling just as much to figure out Wylan.

“How old are you?”

The question was out of the blue enough that he answered without a thought. “23.”

“Oh, Saints.” The man deflated, leaning back into the cold stone wall behind him.

Had Wylan said something wrong? He gave a tiny shrug. “Plenty of people younger than me suffering more down here.”

Was breathing getting harder? Fucking Hell, his back ached.

“Anyone doin’ worse than you? Is already dead— so, if not a hospital, where can I take you?”

“Why are you helping me?”

The man paused like he truly hadn’t thought about it.

“I… I’m looking for my son. Not much older than you, I suppose.” His eyes were plaintive— earnest and comforting, a warm shade of slate grey. “He’s not the most punctual lad, but it’s been far too long since I got a letter from him. And if,” he swallowed, “if he’s ever been in a bind like this, I can only pray somebody would help him, too.”

I absolutely love writing this. Literally feel free to pop into my inbox any time about any of my stories, but ESPECIALLY this one, I am climbing the walls of my enclosure.

Thanks for playing! ❤️

[wonderpommey]

Final stretch and you can truly feel it!

Ken has now reached the clarity that Logan was a brute but he made life, he made us, he was a magnificent awful force. The pain and the hurt are all worth it for the power, the money, the clout and the game. Without his disapproving glare on me, I’ve gotten to be just the same. Like him, I’ll make you my dog, my bodyguard and confidante, my puppet little brother, I’ll kill all the women because I can’t fit them whole in my head. The dehumanisation in real time of everyone around him for the sake of the prize that Logan made into Ken’s holy grail, his only worthy pursuit. The King is dead, long live the King.

Roman has to face that like him, Logan once was a scared little boy who couldn’t make a noise (look at him talking about fucking everyone and staring at Gerri silently). A young man who carried guilt for having killed someone he loved. He’s done that to Gerri this season (and maybe his mum and maybe Shiv before). He brought her the paternal poison chalice that killed her and that is killing him (see my post from the previous episode). he also believe he's done that to Logan...

That guilt was a notion that no one dispelled for Logan or is dispelling for Roman. Logan ‘stopped trying’ eventually and notice how Gerri is slowly fading, Roman doesn’t see her aching for him - We’re the only ones getting those glimpses. 

People unconsciously call out to Roman this season “you can’t confront things”, “Listen to her, she doesn’t think you’re a joke”, “He fed that dark mean  flame that keeps their hearts warm while another grows cold. Don’t stop trying”. The Antifa symbol as well, asking them for punishment, for fucking the deal and his relationship with Gerri but also to please kill the dark mean man in him. Refusing the helping hand; Barking at it, biting it. Fuck you for showing me a path to the light, as if I was allowed to want it. I can’t take it, yet I can’t live without it. To me, it is the most excruciating story of the show, the true heart of it. Everything he says up to that failed eulogy is pure self-loathing and self-destruction, pure projection of a facade of the kind of man he’s supposed to be and will never truly understand. A man like Mencken mocking his tears (could also be his little pink cards), like Kendall telling him he fucked it when he’s down.

Shiv had been kept out of the succession battle and developed her own motivation for wanting things because, as a woman, like Gerri, like the ex-wives pew, she could “never fit whole in Logan's head”. That kept her separate, that now gives her a chance. Chance of sisterhood? Of self-awareness? Of her own intrinsic motivation - one that is not purely Logan. 

The bottom line is Roman does not want to be at the helm, beyond of what it meant to his dad. He, at his core, if he could respect himself, wants to hold Gerri’s hand and have her at his side not in his shadow, he wants to hug his sister because he just found out she’s pregnant, he wants his mum to stroke his hair while he cries it out. 

I can’t express it any other way than : It’s women, not fascists, it’s the soft tender loving part of himself that he wants and has always wanted to protect. I just don’t know how/if he can get there? He’s still both terrified and in awe of the man who “made him breathe funny”.

[llliiinnnaaa]

Reprisal

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Gaul OC

Summary: Ten years after the Tenth Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow is under Dr. Volumnia Gaul’s wing as a Gamemaker alongside her niece. Unbeknownst to either of them, they’re both being prepared for a much greater task.

Warning: This story will contain explicit violence against adults and children alike (I mean, it’s Dr. Gaul AND Snow) as well as explicit language, and sexual situations.

***This fic is in no way, shape, or form, me endorsing or co-signing the horrific shit Snow does, nor am I trying to romanticize it. Also, apathy and will be the main driving force of any remnants of a relationship between my OC and Snow’s character. So if you’re interested in something very romantic and fluffy…it’s not gonna be this.

Enjoy!

Prologue

The air is void of noise, feeling as though the smaller, squared, metal doors suffocate any sound…other than that of a tear hitting against the cement floor as it falls from her eye.

Her brown knuckles appear nearly white, tense and shaking as she’s reaching her hand out to brush against the battered forehead of her daughter where she lays cold, skin empty of color or life. 

A sheet’s pulled up to her chin, ringlets of her dark hair falling off the metal slab that holds her.

Even with no pulse, her mother still wills for her to open her eyes and grin, showing her dimples and assure her it’s a game she was playing. 

“...Tawny,” Her aunt’s calm voice is far off, at least it sounds so.

“I did everything right.” A mumble falls from dry lips, a pathetic murmur from someone usually confident. 

“Tawny.”

“I did everything right.” She repeats it. “People raise children every day that they don’t want – that they don’t deserve. And they live. I was a good mother, I loved her, I adored her, I did everything I could for her…I did everything right. And she’s dead.” 

“These people know no bounds. No reason. No sense.” Volumnia reminds her, solemnly. 

“These people?” Tawny asks it, in the midst of the chaos that had ensued whilst she was at work, after her husband had taken their precious girl to peek at the arena ahead of the annual Hunger Games. 

All she can recall is hearing that there was an explosion, where it was, what time, and panicking the entire way to the hospital.

She hadn’t absorbed who did it, why it happened…

“Rebels.” Dr. Gaul grits it out flatly, the word a disgusting thing on her lips as Tawny mouths it herself, her tears a consecutive stream, now, beading down her face. “They planted bombs in the arena, Tawny. They harmed countless other Capitol children, and killed your little girl.” 

They killed your little girl. 

Her fingertips gently run along her girl’s cheek, blue in hue, nearly starchy pale in comparison to Tawny’s skin town despite their tone once being nearly the same. 

It was the same only that morning while Tawny ate breakfast with her before heading to the lab. 

“I’ve been trying to tell you…I’ve been pleading with you to understand how crucial all of this is.”

All of this. 

Volumnia’s legacy for Gamemaking that she’d been attempting to groom her niece to take over whenever she inevitably is unable to be Head Gamemaker.

For years Tawny brushed her off, secretly thinking of her as crazy and bitter, sadistic and unreasonable.

But now she realizes that perhaps she had every right to be those things. 

She had more to lose in the war than Tawny had – and perhaps she did lose more, but never let it show to outsiders…not even her own family. 

The war is over, however, another one being held at bay by the reaping and slaughter of district children.

Or so Tawny thought.

“She was four, Tawny.” 

She had hoped Tawny’s anger would be prevalent and unwavering, as rabid and fervent as her own could become…but sorrow is all her niece can feel for now, continuing to look down at her girl. Her baby. 

“We at least give them the courtesy of twelve years with their children before they’re reaped…but not even the looming threat of their own children dying will keep them from killing ours.” It’s added angrily, shakily, her aunt’s voice faltering slightly as she speaks nearly through her teeth. 

We’re gracious, they’re greedy. 

Tawny thinks it to herself. 

Starving most of the children out during the war wasn’t enough. Now they want more innocent blood on their calloused hands just to hear the wails of the Capitol. They starved you, killed countless of your friends, disparaged families all over the Capitol…and yet, to the last breath of your child, they feel entitled.

Belligerent. Cruel. Entitled. 

The three words repeat in her mind, a small quiver in her lips when she finally allows herself to see the exact extent of her daughter’s injuries. 

Her face is bruised and cut up nearly beyond recognition, her hands have had to be sewn back to her wrists, her legs and feet had been shredded by shrapnel.

 Tawny presses her lips one last time to Tullia’s forehead, gasping out a breath as she pulls from her, covering her up once more with the sheet, hiding her away so no one can see her like this, hiding her away so no one can hurt her again. 

Volumnia waits patiently, allowing her niece to have her last moment with her daughter…her sanity…her heart.

She waits for her to wipe her tears, dwell on what has happened, shove her sorrow away – decide the only way to keep from becoming incapacitated is to turn that sorrow into rage.

A consuming inferno that will not dwindle, no matter how long it burns. 

Volumnia waits, eyeing Tawny’s back, not daring to move or make another sound until she’s on the same page as her aunt, and she sees her getting there with each moment. 

Each second that passes is another turned page. 

She won’t see her child off to her first day of school at the Academy. She won’t see her accomplishments, her triumphs, she won’t get to see her graduate, nor start at the University…no possible wedding, no possible grandchildren.

No Tullia. 

They’ve taken her. And couldn’t give her back even if they wanted to. 

Dr. Gaul delights in the way her niece’s entire body is riddled with a slight tremor, nails digging into the metal of the table, and how her kind, once inconsolable eyes that had always mimicked a puppy, now echo that empty void of some of those lab mutts. 

[arcplaysgames]

slurps tea loudly

okay as I recap this I am gonna try to navigate my emotions

Oh its the Fortune Arcana boss from Persona 3 but not as good! But the whole point is Sae's cheating anyway so it's not supposed to be fair or fun, that's fine. After proving she's cheating, she turns into her monster form.

She looks like if the SAW movies were a person, jesus christ.

Anyway, lets get to the meat of the situation; the big escape.

Even though Sae's treasure was stolen and the Palace Ruler has been defeated, the casino is not coming apart like normal. (Which is because the treasure they're taking is a decoy, but more on that later.)

And finally we return to the cold open, which admittedly: I fucking loved this. I love that nothing is changed at all, it's just the same sequence again, but now you have context for what the fuck is happening. Now the face the player can use their persona makes sense, now the presence of shadows in a 'real' location makes sense, everything comes together.

No matter how I fall on my opinion on this game, I have been convinced that Joker is the best protagonist of any of these games. With the unfortunate exception to the lack of Gay Options he gets, he is an enormous improvement from P4MC in every metric. I know who this character is, even absent my own input, and he's weird and funny and kind of a huge bitch and salty as the Dead Sea.

Huge fan.

This sequence becomes such a victory lap. Like, I'm still figuring out how I feel about the Whole Thing, but this moment of handing the player control and going "Hey, remember this?" and letting them fucking RACE to the end in the hopes of finally figuring out what the fuck is going on, it's a pretty clever trick. /slow claps for the devs

It's still fucking weird that Kasumi is here tho.

Also: Kasumi has the worst mask of everyone in this game by far. Every time i see it I wanna give her literally anything else.

I do wonder if its a Bebop reference. Oh well.

In the present, Sae offers Reverie a plea deal if he gives her the other Thieves. No go.

His beat-up face is so soft and sad, I just wanna hug him close. He needs a bag of peas against his cheek and a hug from dad so bad.

holy shit the fucking pancakes. Morgana was the one demanding pancakes when the team was talking in the hallway before the studio recording and Akechi walked in saying he heard something about pancakes. He couldn't have heard that unless he'd been to the Metaverse before. He's always known what Morgana's saying from the moment everyone met.

HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THAT

That's really fucking smart honestly. Like, I sussed out Akechi because I'm the audience and I know tropes and story structure so it absolutely had to be Akechi. (Also there were a lot of other hints.) But I'm happy there was a hard piece of evidence for the characters that was more concrete than "have you MET him, he's a murderer."

As everyone and their dog guessed, when Futaba grabbed Akechi's phone, she slapped one of her wiretaps on there. That part's easy.

After that is where things get tricky.

The last thing Reverie does as Sae leaves the room is convince her to take his phone with her and to show it to Akechi.

I am completely convinced that no one in this game has met the real Goro Akechi. Not Sae, not Shido, not anyone. That facade is made of four layers of reinforced cement and the windows are all mirrored glass. He's kind of the inversion of Adachi, who looked like there wasn't a since thought bouncing around in his vacant gaze. Akechi is nothing but loud thoughts, but the container is soundproofed.

Also, it occurs to me right here that someone is directing Akechi, someone has a hand on that leash, and I wanna know what the hell keeps Akechi from spinning around and killing that guy.

Anyway, Sae shows Akechi the phone, he's like ?????? whatever? and they part ways.

Akechi waltzes in, deep-sixes the guard with his own gun, and shoots Reverie in the head.

Your hair has never looked worst, Beige Boy.

"A TRULY SHOCKING TURN OF EVENTS," MEMBER OF LEOPARDS EATING PEOPLE'S FACES PARTY SAYS AFTER LEOPARD SHOCKINGLY EATS HIS FACE.

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