#rqg motw

[raspberryhell]

(Day 6 of @rqgfemslashweek - RQG Specials)  Just a calm summer’s day for these two monster hunters <3 

[ID: Digital art of Bette and Cleo from RQG’s MOTW Special. The drawing is in sepia tones with a texture to replicate an old photograph. They are sitting on the back of a car parked on the side of the road in a hilly countryside. Bette is a white woman with long hair held in a headband. She is wearing a button down shirt with a large belt and a long skirt. A ghost trail is coming out of the bottom of the skirt where her feet should be. Cleo is a black woman with a short afro held in a bandana. She is wearing a sleeveless sweater tank and bell bottom pants. Bette is smiling sadly while looking at Cleo, who's smiling with her eyes closed relaxedly. Across the top are the words “Bette + Cleo, Summer 1975” written in pencil. End ID] 

[hobbitgeiszler]

"....CHEESE IT!"

RQG MOTW special gave us some of the best characters and my favourite found family

[ID: From left to right we see Betty, Sam and Cleo all facing front and pictured from the waist up. Betty is very pale and has short ginger hair, right above her shoulders, she is facing right,looking at Cleo with a soft concerned expression. She is wearing glasses and a dull brown jumper. Next to her is Sam, they are smiling with their mouth slightly open, looking at us, holding a rifle with their left hand which rests on their shoulder. They are white and have blond hair which is short but not too short, combed back but still messy. They wear an orange stripped shirt. Next to them is Cleo, she is softly looking down at Sam, a smirk in her face, she is a black woman who has a vertical scar on her left cheeck, her hair in an afro style with a red bandana, she also wears hoop earings and a grey jacket over a black shirt. End ID]

[neoncat666]

Okay but like who keeps thinking about the rusty quill gaming monster of the week one shot? Because I sure as hell am. It fucking ruined me in the best way and I'm like in the middle of writing for it but also like no one talks about it? It fucking slapped and I miss Sam, Cleo, and Betty...

[kellanswritingblog]

Day 1 of @rqgfemslashweek: Firsts

Cleo’s first dance with Bette while she’s alive, and their first dance when Cleo knows that Betty is in fact her Bette.

The radio host stopped his yammering and the next song started to play, a slower melody, meant for dancing with a partner, and Bette’s face lit up.

“Dance with me?”  She asked Cleo, though it was more a statement than a request.

“I, uh…”  

The pair were sprawled out under the stars, listening to music while they chatted about every little thing or savored the other’s presence in the stillness of their surroundings.  Despite how much she had enjoyed their date, Cleo hesitated.

“Oh, come on.  Let’s dance!”  Bette stood and held out her hand for Cleo to join her.

Cleo didn’t move and looked away.  “I’ve never danced with someone before.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just… never have.”

Bette smiled.  “It’s not like you can mess it up.  And, besides, your first dance should be with your adorable girlfriend on a bright, moonlit night, after all.”

How could Cleo possibly say no to her?  She took Bette’s hand and crawled to her feet, then waited, unsure of how to proceed. Sure, she had seen plenty of couples dance together, but not so many that looked like her and Bette.

“Alright, just put your hand on my waist like this…  And then the other one goes here, in my hand.  Now we just… dance.”

Cleo let Bette direct her positioning and movements, but soon enough she fell into the motion.

“Okay, this isn’t so bad,” Cleo remarked after a few moments.

“Were you so afraid of dancing?”

“I don’t know, it’s silly. But I didn’t want to mess it up.”

“Oh, Cleo…”  She laughed, and held her a little bit tighter.

Even if she was still nervous, it was a different kind of anxiety now, one that came from Bette being so close, her eyes gazing softly at Cleo, and her lips were right there…

“Can I kiss you?”

“Now we both know you know how to do that,” Bette teased, then leaned into Cleo’s kiss.  They held each other close, still swaying absentmindedly to a new song as their lips met, and Cleo realized that maybe the whole dancing thing wasn’t quite as bad as she’d feared.

***

Cleo sat upright at the sound, then turned to Bette.  

“Do you remember this song? It was our first dance.”

Bette’s incorporeal form sat on the hood of Sam’s car while the not-a-child had wandered off, muttering something about burger salesmen, leaving the two of them alone to keep watch. At Cleo’s words, she laughed, a melodious and ringing echo that filled Cleo’s heart with hope.

“I do!  That was a perfect night.”

“It was.”  Cleo paused, then held out her hand for Bette. “Dance with me?”

“Um… How will that work? It’s not like I have a body anymore.”

“We can try?”

With a shrug, Bette extended her hand and laid it atop Cleo’s.  She didn’t have any weight, but there was still a faint warmth to her ghostly touch.  Cleo pulled her in close, or at least made the gestures, unsure of how much she could really do to affect Bette’s motion.

Bette took her place in front of Cleo and rested one hand on her shoulder, and let Cleo clasp her other hand tight.  It was strange – Cleo couldn’t really tell where Bette began, so her hand hovered over where she thought Bette’s hip might be, and didn’t squeeze too hard with her other hand in case she disrupted Bette’s translucent form.  

All the same, they began to sway together, and Bette smiled.

“Not quite the same, but… it’s good.”

“Yeah.”

“I missed this,” Bette confessed softly.  “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. And I’m sorry I made you so scared to be honest with me.”

Bette raised a hand to cup Cleo’s face.  “It’s alright.  What matters is that we’re here now, together, in a way.”

“You’re right.  I love you.”

“I love you too.”

At that moment, they heard something moving in the undergrowth and turned to find Sam stumbling their way through.  When they saw their monster hunting mentors dancing together, they let out a groan.

“I’ll leave you two to it then?  For a bit?”

“Thanks, Sam.”

They waved their hand and disappeared back into the forest.

“Totally a mature eighteen-year-old,” Bette joked.

“Oh, of course. They’re probably rambling about cooties or something.”

They both giggled and continued their dance.

Some time later, still swaying to a different tune, Bette asked, “Can I kiss you?”

“Will that… can you…?”

“I don’t know.  Didn’t know if I could dance with you, though, either, so… can we try?”

Cleo smiled.  “Of course.”

It was different than before, and it was harder at first for them to find how their lips met.  But once they did, warmth flooded through each of them, and it felt just like before, when they were both alive and safe with nothing to fear and only love in their hearts.

[kristsune]

Today's coping closet cosplay is Alex's character from the MOTW special, Sam. They "borrowed" Cleo's sword to finally hunt down that mummy in Manchester.

Everything is vintage and from my closet. I know it's not all browns, but these are the only bell bottoms I have.

[extinctioniscoming]

"but at least your car still works"

me, on the floor, after my nth relisten:

[agnesmontague]

i feel like the pitch meeting for pixar’s onward was just. “hey so i heard ttrpgs are really hip with the kids right now, we might wanna check it out”

[consultingjedi]

RQG asks: 1, 14, 20, 22, 29

> 1. How did you get introduced to Rusty Quill Gaming?

someone on my dash reblogged TMA stuff in... late 2019? i finished TMA in early 2020 and joined the patreon, at which point i saw that they had other podcasts. so i immediately dived into RQG because as you're probably aware i am a Huge Nerd.

> 14. Who is your favorite villain?

ooooh. mister ceiling is a classic and the ethical questions (as well as the technical questions!!) surrounding him/them are superb.

> 20. What was your favorite reveal (Backstory or otherwise?)

THE FUCKING ONE WHO GOT AWAY. BEST/WORST. I'M STILL YELLING. I WILL THROW DICE.

> 22. Do you have a favorite quote?

honestly i probably have a favorite quote per episode. OH WAIT NO I KNOW. it's "existence is kind of like a sandwich." i laughed my ass off for a good minute.

> 29. Which of Alex’s insufferable characters is your favorite?

if we're counting specials, sam the totally-not-teenager from motw. main campaign... does wilde count as insufferable? wait, does einstein count as insufferable? WHY MUST YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE

RQG ask game!

[kalgalen]

hey i was thinking about this

the motw one-shot only confirmed rqg just can’t do a romance without it ending in tragedy huh

[sweaterspoons]

hm. longass day. kinda got a headache. should probably go to bed....... deeeeefinitely gonna finish listening to the rqg motw series first tho

[neoncat666]

I am once again writing more rqg motw special fics... A continuation of my other one if u will....

[neoncat666]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rusty Quill Gaming (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Betty | Bette/Cleo (Rusty Quill Gaming) Characters: Sam (Rusty Quill Gaming), Betty | Bette (Rusty Quill Gaming), Cleo (Rusty Quill Gaming) Additional Tags: Non-Graphic Violence, Nonbinary Character, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide, Time Loop, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, they all die but they get better, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Not Beta Read Summary:

Sam died 4 hours, 18 minutes, and 37 seconds after watching their friends die. Sam woke up driving in his car with Cleo and Betty chatting next to him. They swerved the car with a gasp and pulled over before stumbling out and onto the rough road. The asphalt felt sharp and real but they remembered dying. They remembered watching Cleo snap her back and Betty disappear trying to save her. They remembered not being able to help them.