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americas1suiteheart · 7 months

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Had this idea a little while back and decided to go on with it! Tell me how you guys feel about it.

Kleptomaniacs

[Tangerine x Kleptomaniac! Reader]

[Summary; You've been working with the twins for a good while now, and all whilst knowing them you've bonded with them through similar interests. For Lemon, Thomas the Tank Engine, and on the other hand as for Tangerine and you - kleptomania..]

[Notes; You've got a code name, so there's no use of Y/n but know that your "Citron," (When I tried to post this after finishing it up, tumblr gave out on me and deleted it completely off the face of the internet so I had to write it again. Thanks Tumblr)]

[Warnings; Swearing, Stealing, it's a Bullet Train fanfic what do you expect?]

"God are you guys seriously fuckin' doing this shit again? You guys are gonna get caught one day doing that and you two are gonna be fucked y'know that right?" Lemon groans.

You and Tangerine made a game to see how much shit you could steal before chickening out. You can't do anything worse than killing people for money so you two figured, why the hell not?

"Fuck off Lem," You and Tangerine say at the same time dismissing him.

"Citron, I think you've officially spent too much time with Tan."

"Hey you can't say shit Lem, you've brainwashed Citron here into thinking of people in terms of fuckin' Thomas the Train characters you twat," Tangerine says, sneaking a pack of sweets into his suit jacket.

"Don't say shit about Thomas the Tank Engine, and dont call me a twat, you're the right fuckin' twat you ass," Lemon says, pointing a finger at Tangerine.

"Will you two stop acting like children? I spend too much time with the both of you, and you've both got qualities that are fuckin' annoying, the both of you are twats." You groan, taking multiple trinkets and small toys and shoving them into your pocket.

"Fucks sake mate, your taking the fuckin' children's toys?"

"I can take what I want Lem, piss off," You hiss.

This is typically how you three interacted with eachother. Lots of bickering and cussing at eachother, almost like teenagers that just learned a new cuss word

You'd figured with the boys it was just how they talked being that they were siblings and grew up together. I mean, you had siblings too but you never talked that way with them. Maybe it was just the way they were raised.

But with you, maybe you started acting like them and having the same behaviour after knowing them for so long. You hadn't acted like this before you met them.

You and Tangerine had finally gotten your rush from taking things and you three left the store, walking to your car given to you guys for the mission.

"Alright, start countin' everything you have," You say, getting everything out of all of your pockets and such.

"You guys have a fuckin' problem, I've said it multiple times and I'll say it again. You need to fuckin' see someone about that shit." Lemon shakes his head disappointingly at you two.

You and Tangerine ignore him as to not loose count of your stolen items.

The two of you finally finish, then looking at eacother and saying what you had in total. "32," You smirk, overly confident you had more.

But you already know you've lost when a cheeky smile appears on Tangerine's face, "47."

Your mouth hangs agape, staying quiet for at least 20 seconds. That's the most either of you had ever taken the four years you've known eachother so far.

"The worst part is that most of that shit is just sweets," Lemon says breaking the silence.

"Fuck off Lem," Tangerine hisses.

"Got a sweet tooth eh?" You chuckle, poking fun at him.

"I aint got no fuckin' sweet tooth, the sweets just so happened to be the easiest and least childish things to steal." Tangerine says, turning on the car.

Tan always liked to uphold this "tough manly guy," sort of figure. For example, when you're at a petrol station market and you and Lemon are over getting sugary drinks such as pop or juice, you best believe Tan would be getting water or a black coffee calling you two children.

"And sweets aren't childish?" Lemon raises his eyebrow.

"I didn't even get them for me you fuckin' bellend, I know you two like that sugary shit." Tangerine says.

"Wow, when did Gordon become an Edward," You say, giving Tangerine a cheeky grin.

Tangerine just sighs in defeat, knowing you and Lemon will end up teasing him just to mess with him the rest of the time regardless.

The ride back to the hotel was fairly calm, you and Lemon eating the stolen sweets and showing off the small toys you took as well, when you suddenly remembered something else you'd gotten for the both of them at another shop.

"Lemon, can you hand me that bag right there please?" You say, pointing to the small, blue bag next to him.

Lemon nods and hands you the bag from the back, you reaching over to grab it from his hands.

You take out a small plastic wrapped Thomas The Tank Engine phone charm and hand it to Lemon.

Lemon's face immediately lights up as he takes it out of its packaging, putting it on his phone and fiddling with it.

"Got this for you too, Tan," You say, turning to him and handing him a small satin bag.

"You steal this too?" Tangerine says, glancing at the bag before returning his eyes to the road.

"No, no. I actually bought that, I don't steal sentimental gifts I give, I'm not a fuckin' monster," You say, putting your hand on your chest in fake offense.

Tangerine gives you a judgemental glance.

"What is it?" He asks, still holding the small bag in his hand.

"Open it,"

Tangerine smiles and opens the bag with one hand, taking out a silver and blue colored star engraved ring.

"Its a promise ring. I saw it in a shop and figured we should get matching ones. I hope its your size, I kinda just guessed," You say, showing him your right hand that the ring was on.

"This is lovely, darling. Thank you.." Tangerine says with a loving smile, quickly putting it on his right hand with all of his other rings.

"You two are just right fuckin' sops for eachother it's sickeningly sweet," Lemon says, a cheeky grin on his face.

Tangerine mumbles something both you and Lemon couldn't hear, though by the tone it was very clearly not anything nice.

After a while longer, you three finally make it back to the hotel, Lemon checks all of you in and you all walk up to your hotel room.

As soon as you get in Lemon sets his stuff down and heads to the restroom for a shower, leaving you and Tangerine alone with eachother as you two unpack your bags.

"Tangerine?" You speak out, turning to look at Tangerine who was putting his clothes into the bottom drawer of the hotel room dresser.

"Yes, love?" Tangerine says.

"Thank you. For staying with me even when we go through all this shit. It's stressful and keeping relationships has never been easy for me with this job, you're the only one that's stayed this long and I want to let you know how grateful I am for it." You say, putting what you were doing aside so you could talk to him without any distractions.

Tangerine's head perks up a bit, then turning to look at you.

He smiles sweetly and walks over to you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

"Darling, you have no clue how happy I am that you've stayed with me the same. I know I can be difficult at times as well," Tangerine said, voice barely above a whisper.

You rarely ever get to see a softer side of Tan, but when you do you try to savor it as much as possible.

"You guys, are fuckin' disgusting. What I just saw there was right fucking nasty." Lemon says, standing in front of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Fuck off Lem."

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[Quick Authors Note! Sorry I haven't gotten to these requests and other stuff these past few months, I've been busy and have had other stuff get in the way. I know this isn't much but I'm trying to clean up my drafts.

#tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train x reader #aaron taylor johnson x reader #atj x reader #bullet train #bullet train 2022 #aaron taylor johnson #fluff

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yawnzzznnn · 9 months

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lmao i'm sorry i'm talking so much today 😭 but can i request for riize's anton with the 'let's go to the convenience store' prompt with wanna be yours of artic monkeys and/or anton bf headcanons?

anyways remember to take care of yourself and stay hydrated

𖤐Our Song - Anton𖤐

Special thanks to: @eumppappasgrippers , Riize

Note: I was gonna post this earlier today but I didn't realize it was Friday and it took a minute to write this because for some reason I'm dissociating more than normal (like every two seconds), but thank you for requesting I hope your also taking care of youself and keeping hydrated, lyt

TW: Yn being classic Yn : fluff : shy Anton : mentions of a creepy man : mentions of food and snacks : mentions of being in a food coma :

Words: 1009

Prompt: "Let's go to the convenience store" & "I Wanna Be Yours - Artic Monkeys"

8-18-23

It was around 2:30am when Anton brought up the idea of going to the convenience store. When you arrived at Riize's dorms earlier that day it was warm outside so you didn't bring a jacket not thinking of the temperature later in the night, thankfully Anton lended one of his hoodies to you. The scent on the hoodie smelt like a mixture of masculine and sweet, the hoodie was long on you as it went passed your pajama shorts Anton tried to convince you to either wear the pants you brought or borrow one of his.

But instead of doing what he asked you made the 'its not that cold' argument knowing very well how cold it was "Yn please just put on pants" Anton asked "it's not that cold outside Anton, I'll be fine" you replied putting your phone and Anton's phone in yours(his) hoodie pocket in response Anton sighed before lowering his hand holding the clothing item "it is that cold" he tried to convince you albeit you weren't listing "ok but what if some creepy man comes along and you look like your not wearing pants" he said

"You'll be there you can protect me" you said walking towards the door to leave his room "c'mon before the sun rises" you said walking out. Anton sighed and put the pants on his bed before following you "wait" you said causing Anton to turn and look at you "neither of us can drive-" you continued "yeah that's why I tried to get you to wear pants" he responded in a soft tone you shook your head "that's not what I mean" you paused "how far away is the convenience store from here" you asked "about a 10-20 minute walk depending on how fast you walk 5 if you run" he responded

You sighed before grabbing his hand and dragging him out the door "you got our phones right" he asked griping your hand tighter you nodded your head "may I see mine" he said holding his hand out in response you moved the pocket closer to his hand "grab it" you said, he hesitated for a minute before reaching his hand in your pocket pulling out a random phone "oh-" he said once he looked at the phone "this is yours" he said looking at you before moving to put it back "your fine you can use it for whatever unless you were going to text someone I don't have the number of" you said looking at the ground beneath your

He softly nodded his head and typed in your password you peeked over at your phone to see what he was doing "what song you wanna listen too?" He asked his head turning to you "whatever you choose I'm just going along for the ride" you commented hopping a little Anton giggled at your antics before looking back down at your phone pulling your hand closer in order to put both hands on the phone pulling out a pare of Bluetooth earphones from his pocket he handed you one, you gave him a questioning look taking the other ear phone out his hand "I grabbed them while you were looking through my closet for a hoodie" he said pressing play on the music

"I wanna be yours" by artic money's filled the comfortable silence you giggled and looked at Anton "..what" he smiled "you know what you did" you giggled "your right I do know what I did" he softly said pulling you Infront of him before you could quistion why let go of your hand and pulled you infrony of him you felt his arms wrap around your waist and push you forward to continue the path of the sidewalk "isn't it uncomfortable to waddle like that" you asked him you felt his head nod from your shoulder "yeah but your shivering and I can't have my girlfriend cold" he said the pout on his face evident in his tone

You smiled and shook your head the to of you listened to music and made jokes the whole way to the convenience store "aaannd were here" he whispered in your ear "finally!" You breathed out "my legs hurt" you finished walking into the store "oh calm yourself the walk wasn't that bad" Anton said you didn't respond instead you rushed Anton to the chip isle. Once the two of you picked out what you wanted to eat you headed to the cash register "oh my god Anton!" You said as you turned to him the look on his face held worry as he ran his eyes over your figure looking for an injury

"We forgot our cards in your room" you said he shook his head "no mines on my phone, apple pay" he said "yeah cool mines not" you said as you looked at the ground "no one said I was gonna let you pay anyway" Anton said grabbing your hand leading you to the register. No matter how many times you protested he didn't listen instead payed with apple pay "I'll pay you back" you said before you could ask for his Venmo he cut you off "I don't want your money but you could pay me back in cuddles and kisses" he said knowing he won't take no for an answer you sighed "fine" you said grabbing his hand that didn't have the bags

The two of you made it back to the dorm and put all your stuff in his room piled around the both you, you still in Anton's hoodie as you deemed it too comfortable to take off. You guys put on a random movie half way through your snacks (and Anton's) put you into a food coma as you were drifting in and out of sleep you heard Anton softly whisper sing in your ear "I wanna be yours~"

#x reader #yawn answers #riize #riize x reader #riize anton #anton x reader #anton #riize anton x reader #anton one shots #riize imagines #riize one shots #anton imagines #anton riize #riize anton imagines #anton scenarios #riize Requests

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yelshin · 1 year

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CAT? HUMAN? | MLIST

﹙SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER X FEM READER﹚

An: IM GETTING IMPATIENT TO POST THIS ONE SO ILL POST THIS RQ BEFR I GOT BUSY

Tw: 3.3 SCARAMOUCHE LORE SPOILERS, used pronouns in 3rd POV: they/them/you, cursing , another day another ginger slander/J DONT ATTACK ME PLS一

"ma'am are you sure you want a room this large-" "Did i stutter?" You send a threatening glare to the man while he nervously gulp "I-it cost 5,4000 (i def did not guess frfr) along with the items" You look over ur bank acc; feeling hesitant but still its for you best kitten right?

"fine, I'll take it." Just like that they start working on Kuni's new room which is pretty large for his size.. buy its okay atleast he got WAY TOO MUCH space to explore

"[Name] can you be fr right now?" Yoimiya sweatdrop while you're at the couch being proud parent that Kuni learned how to stand in 3 second "Yes Yoimiya I am being for real" you smiled before showering Kuni with your affection

"A LARGE ROOM JUST FOR A 3 SECOND STAND?? sigh this cat is very special yeah?" She also sat down beside you before noticing the amount of changes in your house

Before your house dont have toys around, a bowl at the floor, a sack of cat foods etc. 'thats a different breed there..'

Yoimiya looks over you who was busy pampering your kitten before asking the same question again "Are you sure you wanna pay that high just for...yk Kuni"

"He deserve everything in the world. If he got hurt i wont hesitate to hunt them^^"

"oh my fucking god."

"Kuni! Where are you, its time for bath!" You called out playing as if you dont see him at the very corner of your house; sulking

"there you are!" You pick him up before heading towards the bathroom and give him the most relaxing bath that no kitten could ever have(/j). Making a bubble bath you scoop some before putting it to his forehead as a hat... (ITS CUTE. FIGHT IF DISAGREE 👿)

You giggled before taking a picture of him having a bubble hat and grumpy looks and finish his bath and drying him up.

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"Can i PLEASE bring him? I'll make sure he won't hurt anyone" You plead at your(girlfriends) friends to let them bring your kitten to your hangout "Cmon [Name]! We only hangout for like 3 times a week and we rarely spend time with each other!" Hu tao frowned but even you guys hangout yesterday it felt like a month to them

You frowned before looking at Kuni who's sleeping peacefully at his cat tree wiping small tears in the corner of your eyes "but look at him! He look so lonely if i left him alone yk.."

"Why not hire someone to babysit him?" You grinned at Ayaka's idea before contacting someone to take care of your little (demon) angel Kuni while you we're gone

"WHY ME?! OUT OF ALL PEOPLE WHY." Childe sobbed at the fact his life is gonna be in danger for the next 20 hrs of his life "Don't worry this is your chance to befriend with him! Im sure he wouldn't hurt you unlike last time^^" and just like that you left with your girlfriends while Childe look at Kuni who's now awake and preparing his evil plans to make Childe living in hell.

Childe was chilling at the living room watching some movies on the TV until he heard a glass getting shattered on the floor. He look at the counter to see Kuni glaring at him before signaling him to put food at his container. Childe only rolls his eyes as he continues watching..which made your cat wanna scratch him again

"why should i give you food when you scratch me last time 😒"

It didn't take that long for Kuni to jump high and landed on Childe's stomach and Childe felt like his organs are getting destroyed.

"YOU LITTLE一" Kuni showed him his sharp nails meaning if Childe continue his words he wont hesitate to scratch him; damaging his face.

Childe gulp before going to the kitchen and put some cat food at Kuni's container "I wanna go home..." The ginger walked to the door and tried to open it but...

It was locked.

Childe felt the whole world is against him. He wanna get out of the house and leave Kuni alone! "What did i do to deserve this.."

"You not giving me food."

Childe flinch at the voice and look around to see a small person; with indigo hair and eyes. Childe was completely confused.

First Kuni is a little demon cat(for him) AND NOW HE'S HUMAN??

"WHO ARE YOU?!"

"the demon under your bed." Kuni answered grinning at the poor ginger "I KNEW IT! YOU LITTLE DEMON MAKING MY LIFE GO HELL!"

Kuni rolled his eyes and walk to the kitchen grabbing some sweets at the shelf ignoring Childe's presence. Childe grab his phone and instantly contacting you to tell that your kitten is officially now a human!

You felt your phone ring so you picked it up

"hello childe?"

"COMEHOMENOWYOURCATISAFUCKINGHUMAN"

"Can you PLEASE speak slower?"

"YOUR CAT IS A H一"

and after that the call ended, you just shrugged before continuing to eat your food

It took 30 mins to Childe to calm down before talking to Kuni who introduced himself as Scaramouche. "So like you can be a cat around [Name]...?" "Dumbhead i can turn into cat whenever i want, but for now ill stay hidden because I don't wanna be ended up on the streets again" Scaramouche frowned while Childe look at him with pure confusion

"You're lucky [Name] loves you so much that they bought you your OWN room" he sigh for the 69th time while Scaramouche sat back "i told you they're secretly Kylie Jenner"

"if your previous owners are kylie jenner then why did you ended up on a box?💀"

"WE DONT TALK ABOUT MY PAST."

An: Y'ALL IM SORRY IF THERES NOT MUCH OF SPOILING KUNI😞😞 IM REALLY RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS(just like ur bank acc)

Taglist: @thetwinkims @sunsethw4 @etherisy @kunikuzushicandegrademefr @Heiijoxz @eliciana @naritecs @kkazuyass @itztaki @makilovescofi

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gurggggleburgle · 7 months

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throwing my hat into the should bingqiu be parents ring to say No. Neither of these adults should be parents but for wildly different reasons until they've had like 10 years post cannon to work shit out.

This is because these idiots have so much shit to work out between them and if you threw a kid in there any point before the story ends and well after I can't see this going well.

Reason 1) Have you ever met someone in their early 20s who has been in an on and off again mess of a relationship that clearly needs couples therapy? I have. Don't

reason 2) Everyone keeps being all Luo Binghe would be absolutely jealous of whatever baby ends up in their acquisition and I would like to say FALSE. Binghe's hatred of any babies is tangential to age and adoption vs weird mpreg vs where in the timeline. For example if Shen Qingqui acquires a baby pre abyss at 17ish and said child is in an age range of 7-15ish he's gonna be jealous because that's an age range where this kid could potentially compete with him any younger and you're bordering toddler territory which is about in the same range as literal baby. Where this kid could get his room. If it's a baby tho he doesn't hate the baby. It poses no threat. It's a bonding experience.

If anything he's absolutely more worried about the kid being a secret love child with Liu Qingge or some other threat.

The same applies also minus that last caveat if he ends up teen pregnant. This version of child snatching is weirdly the one I think they'd be the best with even tho they absolutely should not be doing that.

Meanwhile if Shen Qingqiu acquires or has Luo Binghe's kid while their in the abyss then Qingqiu is gonna be a mess of a parent if it is full straight up baby. The man has the domestic skills of a boiled potato. He probably is leaving most of this baby's care to Ning YingYing and Ming Fan by virtue of having to actually do his own paperwork now and other tasks. Like he loves the kid but.... like let's be real liking children and being nice to them does not a good parent make. He's probably panicking and demanding help every five minutes driving them all insane. Meanwhile if Binghe finds out about this kid and it's not his specifically he's gonna lose his shit because it means Shizun's got himself another malewife and he bets it's that whore Liu Qingge. And if Cucumber man let's it slip then Lou Binghe is never letting that child leave his sight. He is acquiescing that kid. And if that child is not a baby he will go into panic mode because that's his REPLACEMENT. Shizun got a new fluffy child to dote on.

Again if Luo Binghe somehow ends up pregers when he falls into the abyss I will say he will become the most disturbingly devoted parent possible and both cherish and resent the child and be absolutely feral about it. If he finds one down there he probably takes care of them and is kind because like Luo Binghe is a fucking orphan. He knows what it means to suffer without parents. If he sees a small demon kid named 4 balls (the long lost brother of 6 balls) or something he's not gonna abandon them to die.

Meanwhile if it's like new item obtained: small child! about water prison and after or one is found out to be mpreg.... I mean Luo Binghe would triple on his imprison Shen Qingqiu for the sake of the baby if it's him. For himself I think he would either tragically walk away and say the baby is all he gets as a piece of Shizun's love or it's like more desperately clinging and waiting for SQQ to cave. Any adopted child at this point is a threat. Our boy's brain is too far gone for that. Child's must be acquired before this point or risk softlocking your game. Also side note depending on where in the timeline Yuan gets pregnanté you can make an incredibly angsty but also comedic argument about abortion as that is certainly one way to take care of it.

Post cannon children can be acquired and this will not make Luo Binghe jealous. Man will see any kid as an extension of his and Shizun's love immediately post cannon. He's not jealous of the baby. If anything they're vetting the baby's playmates. He insists on breast milk long past it being required. You have to get a daypass to even look at this child. The baby has nappies worth more than your house. Man would be a disturbingly protective parent. He would be the one to spoil the kid rotten.

Our trust fund protagonist would have to be the moral compass on this and that is funny and terrifying

Reason number 3) they would be those hoa and pta parents. their kid would be the asshole child in the school who everyone knows they can't bully.

#svsss #scumbag system #svsss shitpost #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #sqq #bingqiu #luo binghe #long post #scum villain self saving system

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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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pretty when you cry - chapter two

series masterlist / chapter three

*originally posted to @bellareadsandrecs on 02/08/22*

pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

pretty when you cry - lana del rey

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. body insecurities. mentions of paranoia. anxiety, panic attacks, humiliation. NONCON/DUBCON smut. mean!bucky. loss of virginity. 18+ ONLY.

words: 4.1k

notes: : i really want to get into bucky’s thought process and get into the truth of his motives here but i’m not sure how to approach it.. i’m considering like maybe rewriting some chapters from bucky’s perspective if i can’t incorporate it into the current narrative but let me know what you guys think about that!

again, i always do my best to tag appropriately, but if you find i’m missing anything, please do not hesitate to let me know! as usual, feedback is always appreciated 💘

This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.

It was when you finally pulled into your driveway and stepped out of your car that you noticed the motorcycle drive by. That’s just a really fucked up coincidence, you thought to yourself as you cautiously walked up the driveway to your front door as you watched it pass.

You got inside and cried. You showered. And then allowed yourself to cry even more. After tiring yourself out, you went to grab food but only found dry pasta, an unopened jar of spaghetti sauce, and your last pack of saltines - which you almost grabbed but thought better of. Deciding that it’d be too much effort to make the pasta, you made the short trip back to your room. You’d be getting paid tomorrow anyway, so you could go grocery shopping in the morning. You then got ready for bed as you put on your comfort show and fell asleep.

Morning came and went and you finally woke up to the light shining into your room in the early afternoon. You checked your bank to make sure your direct deposit was there and then Venmo’d your landlord your rent before quickly getting ready for the day and headed to the grocery store.

You didn’t need a lot, not that the small supermarket had all that much to offer anyway. You always preferred this store though, not only was it usually pretty dead but it also helped you save money seeing as there wasn’t much you could splurge on. You grabbed your necessities and made your way to the checkout. Luckily self checkout was open because you really weren’t in the mood for any human interaction. You quickly purchased your items and loaded your cart with your bags. You walked out with your groceries, loaded your trunk, walked the cart back to its home, taking notice of the desolate lot you found yourself in. Mondays were always good to you. No rush, no work, no worries. You loved the peace that you often found on these days. Where you could go driving around, running errands or even just going to get coffee. Playing your music loudly and singing at the top of your lungs before heading home and lounging for the rest of whatever you had left of the day.

There was a time you remembered sulking your off days away. Feeling sad and lonely. Always so desperate for change, but never allowing any to take place. You laughed under your breath at yourself. You always felt such a strong sense of longing, like something or someone was missing from your life. But that longing was what kept you so held down. When you finally decided to stop focusing on your lack, you allowed a lot more happiness and peace into your life. No more waiting on some grand event to take place and change everything, no more waiting on some knight in shining armor to come sweep you off your feet. Now you were.. Content. Some days were harder on you than others, sure, but most were good. You were good. Exactly as you were, you were okay.

Smiling to yourself, you made your way back to your car and upon checking the time you saw it was nearing 4pm.

You decided to take the 20 minute drive to the other end of town to visit Norman’s and probably pick up something for dinner. You knew Eva would be working today and she’d be able to get your order done quickly. You called it in and Eva assured you it’d be ready for you when you got there. Once you arrived, you saw her standing out front of the diner with a takeout bag in hand. She gave you an unease smile as she saw you approaching and you quirked a brow at her. She nodded her head to the side of the building, causing you to look toward that direction. That’s when you saw the line of motorcycles that were parked against the side of the building. Your face fell and you felt ill at ease. Why would they be here? They had never been there before- at least not when you were working. Eva approached your car and you rolled your window down.

“Hey,” she gave you a sympathetic smile. “I’m really sorry- I would have told you they were around but they got here literally right after we hung up. And… I don’t want to freak you out or anything, but, one of them asked for you. Like, by name. I didn’t say anything - but he obviously knows you work here. I wasn’t sure if you knew him or not. I thought, I don’t know, maybe you met him on your shift last night or something.”

“Uhm, wh-who was it, do you know?”

“Tall, gruff, intimidating. Dark hair, blue eyes. And as much as I hate to say it, almost unbearably attractive. Didn’t get his name, though. He left a little while after asking for you, everyone else stayed.”

That had to be Bucky. Great.

“Okay. Well, uh, thank you,” you started as she handed the bag through the window., “oh but wait, I didn’t pay!”

“Don’t worry about it,” she laughed lightly, waving you off. “Get home safe! I’ll see you on Tuesday. But, uh, call me later. Seems like maybe you have something to tell me,” she speculated with a raised brow.

“Hm,” you nodded as you exhaled through your nose. “I’ll see you later,” you evaded with a tight lipped smile.

You pulled away and drove back home, now paranoid that you were being followed. How did he know where you worked? And more importantly, why did he care? Why was he asking for you?

Pulling into your driveway and parking, you then grabbed your bags from the back of your car and headed inside. You were on edge so you decided to put on music while you unloaded everything.

You started to relax and once you had it all put away, you went to grab a plate from your cabinet to put your food on. But the plate in your hands fell to the floor and shattered when you spun around as you were startled by a deep voice. It was somehow, unsettlingly, familiar? and was coming from the small hallway that leads to your bedroom.

“You should invest in better security. Sweet girl like you, living all alone in a shoddy town like this, it can be dangerous,” he spoke ominously as he walked toward you, now entering the kitchen fully. He was dressed in a dark gray long sleeve shirt, rolled up to his forearm and black jeans. Not much different from the outfit he wore last night, but without his jacket and gloves on, you could now clearly see his left arm was made up of some kind of metal, and it made him all the more intimidating.

“Wasn’t too shoddy til you and your friends got here,” you said defiantly. You didn’t know where the confidence to say something like that to him came from, and it was too late to unsay it once you opened your mouth.

He chuckled darkly and slid his tongue across his bottom lip as he moved ever closer.

“Steve said you had a problem with manners, but I really didn’t believe it. I guess you’d need a sharp tongue working a bar, though,” he mused.

“What - what do you want?” you spluttered while shaking your head, “What are you doing in my house?” you asked him, not wanting the conversation to drag on any longer.

“What do I want?” He said before taking a deep breath, almost taunting. “Hm. Well, it’s not really about what I want, sweetheart. The last thing I want to do is be here, but like I said last night, I have an example to set. Can’t just let anyone get away with touching my things, especially my bike,”

“No, I did- I didn’t purposely touch it. He, Steve, he tripped me and I fell into it,” you rushed out. “And you said last night- you said you were gonna let me off easy, so what happened to that?”

“I did let you off easy,” he spoke as he towered over you now, trapping you against your counter. “I never said you were off the hook.”

“What are you doing,” you whispered and tried to flinch away as his flesh hand came up to brush the stray hairs away from your face. His hand fell to your jaw and he held your face tightly.

“You know what I normally do to people who fuck with my things, huh?” He asked harshly. Not that you could respond verbally even if you wanted to with the way he was holding you. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried your best to shake your head. His grip loosened as he continued talking.

“Normally,” he laughed humorlessly, “normally I’d beat them bloody and unconscious.” His hand relaxed on your face completely now and he brought his other hand up to hold your face gently. “So I really am letting you off easy, sweetheart,” his eyes were on yours before traveling to examine every inch of your face, “I couldn’t find it in myself to mess up this pretty face,” he spoke as his thumbs stroked your cheeks. You couldn’t do anything, you felt like you were frozen in place, “…so I let you go home. And then I spent my night trying to figure out what to do with you. There’s really only one way to put this issue to rest. You remember what I told you last night?” he asked as he looked to your eyes once more. “The only way someone would get away with touching my bike is if I’m fucking them. Seeing as I don’t want to hurt you too bad, this is the best compromise,” he finished as his hands found your neck, slowly dragging them down to the neckline of your shirt.

You started to hyperventilate. You wanted to scream, or try to fight him off, or just try to run for it, but you couldn’t do anything as he grabbed your shirt and began ripping it off of you. He groping your chest through your bra and leaned in close to speak in your ear,

“Don’t worry, I won’t drag this out,” he said before pulling away slightly as he took off his own shirt and moved to lift you in his arms. You tried to protest but it was a futile attempt as he picked you up like you weighed nothing and began making his way to your bedroom. “Believe me, I don’t wanna do this anymore than you do, sweetheart… Well, maybe a little more,” he smirked.

“What the fuck is happening,” you muttered as you panicked and your breath once again caught in your throat as you struggled to regulate your breathing and gain hold on the situation quickly unraveling before you. He dropped you down on your bed and the movement seemed to wiggle something loose in your brain because you suddenly came back into yourself and tried to make a run for it.

He blocked you in while he stood in front of your door and shut it behind him. He kicked his boots off and began unbuckling his belt as he shook his head at your weak escape attempt.

“Let’s not make this harder than it needs to be, huh? I fuck you, I leave, and we’re square. I’m sure I’ll forget all about you by the week’s end. Or you can fight, I still fuck you, and maybe you end up a little more worse for wear. The choice is yours,” he shrugged.

You didn’t say anything. You just stood there and tried to plead to him with your eyes. Praying that your body would catch up to your mind and you’d be able to do something, anything. You watched as his eye twitched ever so slightly and he grimaced for half a second before finding your gaze again.

He pulled the waistband of your leggings toward him and then let it snap back against you. “Take them off. Now,” he growled.

“Please,” you whispered as your voice broke. You felt the tears start to fall down your cheeks as you stared at him.

“I’m not going to tell you again. Hurry the fuck up,” he barked.

You flinched and numbly moved to take off your leggings while he removed his jeans. When you were both standing in just your underwear, he approached you once more and moved his hands to the back of your bra where he unclasped it and let it fall to your feet. His hands found your breasts and he began to play with you as you took a sharp breath at his foreign touch. You were a 25 year old virgin - to say you were touch starved would be an understatement. But there was no way you should have found the feeling of him on you as good as you did. His hands slid down to your waist as he continued to squeeze and feel you; running his hands up and down your torso as you closed your eyes tightly, not wanting to see his face as he stared at your body with something akin to awe. It couldn’t have been, though. Not with the way he was talking to you- about you. He spoke as if this was a chore that he truly did not want to have to complete. Like he wanted to get it over with and be on his way. As if he wasn’t the one forcing this on you. Forcing this entire situation. He really didn’t need to do it, was all you kept thinking. Who would know otherwise? It’s not like you planned on sharing it with anyone. You’d say or not say whatever he told you and just be done with it. But it seemed he was adamant about making you pay for his friend fucking with you. Bullshit “biker code” must really be taken seriously if he was willing to go this far. It just didn’t seem to make sense to you. Was that really all this was about?

His hands settled on your wide hips and you hated yourself for the embarrassment that overwhelmed you. Why was your train of thought going to how gross he must find you and your body? Why were you embarrassed for him to see you like this as if his opinion mattered at all? You felt disgusting because you realized that, god, maybe you wanted him to want you— even if you didn’t want him. Because you certainly didn’t want him. Or maybe some part of you did- but either way - you didn’t want him like this. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive, but it was something else. Something more that you couldn’t identify and fought desperately to ignore. And you couldn’t deny that you wanted to be attractive to him, which you evidently weren’t, but even still, the last thing you wanted was to have your virginity stolen from you.

His grip on your hips tightened and you couldn’t help the pained whimper that escaped you. He was strong, that he had already proven by lifting you and moving you without so much as breaking a sweat, but as his hands tightened around you, it was even more evident. There was no way you were getting out of this situation unscathed. Physically and emotionally speaking. You could feel the bruises forming already. Suddenly, his grip fell to the backs of your thighs as he pulled you up and you let out a shriek as you clung to his shoulders and allowed yourself to fall forward into his hold so you wouldn’t fall backwards.

His head was in your chest and he started to lick and kiss at you while he walked toward the bed. He placed you down and shoved you back once you were sitting on the mattress and pulled your panties down your thick legs as his fingers ghosted your skin.

“As fun as it would be to see you squirming for me, I don’t really have the time or patience for foreplay today,” he grunted out. As your eyes trailed down his body, you were met with the sight of him freeing his erection from his boxers as he removed them completely. You were then reminded of the fact that this would probably hurt like hell and you had no real idea what you were in store for. You started panicking all over again. You squirmed your way further up the mattress and began babbling helplessly.

“Please, please don’t do this. Just - wait, please, please!” you cried as he crawled on top of you. “Please, I can’t do this, I can’t, I can’t please,” you continued to babble.

He cooed and shushed you as his hands began trailing your body once more. His touch was so soft and almost caring. You thought if you closed your eyes tightly enough you’d be able to imagine that this foreign touch was that of a lover’s. One of someone who cared for you and your body. Not someone who was touching and taking you with force for any reason other than - what? - idiotic principles?

This isn’t fair, you thought. I don’t deserve this. But you couldn’t voice it out loud, you just let your tears fall as you continued to mumble in despair. Bucky’s lips found your neck and he began to lavish kisses on you. You were almost distracted enough by that to not notice his hand reaching lower and beginning to rub you, but not distracted enough. You were surprised though, to feel what he felt. You were wet with your arousal and you could feel him smirking against your neck, but were thankful that he didn’t say anything about it. He ran his finger through your slit, up to your clit where he began to rub small circles around the bundle of nerves. It truly felt like nothing you had ever experienced before. With his free hand, he lined himself up to your entrance as you pleaded once again, “No, no, no, you don’t understand, please, don-” and then all at once, you felt him thrust into you and you let out a guttural, pained cry at the intrusion while he groaned at the pleasure of being inside your previously untouched hole. His head fell to your neck and he panted as he stayed still inside of you while you whined. You didn’t realize what he was doing at first, why he was just staying still, but soon gathered that he was allowing you time to adjust to him. He then moved out of you and gave an experimental thrust back in. You couldn’t help the pathetic moan that escaped you and he decided to take that as a sign to continue his movements.

“See, it’s not all that bad, is it? I’m just as surprised as you, sweetness,” he spoke through grit teeth as he moved his thick cock in and out of you.

“Fuck, didn’t think you’d be this good. Thought it’d take me longer to get hard with you, but damn if those little pleading whimpers didn’t turn me on.” He continued while you tried to focus on the music that was still playing from the living room. Anything to drown out his words. You didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want to hear him. Or yourself as you clenched your jaw and tried to suppress your sounds of forced pleasure.

“That’s it, take it. Take it like the good girl you pretend to be. I can see right through you, sweetheart. You can deny it all you want, but you and I both know the truth. This is what you’ve been needing, isn’t it? A fat cock stuffing your tight pussy full. Uh, fuck,” he groaned out, “you’re not as innocent as you seem, are you pretty girl?” he asked as his hands found your neck and added the perfect amount of pressure as he continued thrusting in and out of you at an intense pace, “just another whore getting ruined on my cock. Ruined just for me, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You shook beneath him as you were brought closer and closer to your climax. “So goddamn tight. S’like your pussy doesn’t wanna let me go,” he continued his taunting as you tried to fight off, to resist the pleasure that was coursing through you, but you couldn’t keep yourself from heading straight into your orgasm, even at the words he spoke.

“I could keep you full of me all night long,” he whispered in your ear. “You’re squeezing me so fuckin tight, baby, I’m gonna come,” he moaned. “Fuck, I’m gonna come inside you and your gonna take every last drop of my cum, aren’t you,” he said as he gripped your jaw and shook your face in his hands making you stare up at him as he lost himself and came inside of you. He squeezed your jaw again and forced your mouth open before he spit directly on your tongue. You shuddered and involuntarily your pussy clenched around him as you felt his saliva sliding down your throat, causing him to hiss at the feeling.

“Look at you, you can’t even help yourself, can you?” He laughed and then crashed his lips to yours hotly, sensually moving down to your neck before he laid himself down on top of your chest, crushing you slightly as you tried to regain control of yourself and your breathing, before pulling out of you.

“See, told ya I’d make it quick. Ah -“ he breathed and then slapped your thigh as he held himself up above you, “I’d love to stay and chat, maybe go for round two in a bit, but I got a date planned for later, and I can’t leave a beautiful woman hanging.”

“No offense,” he offered, “I mean, you’re pretty,” he smirked as his eyes met yours, “but you’re not really my type,” he said as he pinched your stomach before softly kissing your cheek and getting up from atop you. You just laid there with your mouth slightly parted, taking shallow breaths as you willed the tears threatening to start falling again away. You really couldn’t tell what hurt more- what did more damage. His actions or his words. You were in a state of shock as your eyes were fixed on your ceiling and you focused on the sound of Lana Del Rey’s “Pretty When You Cry” coming from the living room as Bucky got dressed beside your bed.

And then you heard your back door open and shut followed by the sound of a motorcycle coming to life. You realized Bucky must have gotten in through that same door. You willed yourself up and walked to every window and both doors making sure they were all shut and locked. You made your way to your bathroom and started the shower. You couldn’t even feel the water as you stepped in. It was like your body was moving without your mind actually being involved in the process. You washed yourself clean twice before you started to come back to yourself and scrubbed every inch of your body. It started to drive you mad after thirty minutes of washing trying to get the feeling of him off of you. It didn’t work. You could feel him every time you moved. You resigned yourself to sitting in the tub as the water ran down on you.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there. You wouldn’t have even been sure that what had happened had actually happened if it wasn’t for the painful reminders he left on your hips and the ache in between your legs. The memory of his hands on you made you twitch.

You finally pulled yourself out of your stupor and dried off. Walking to your dresser, you pulled out a pair of pajamas and got dressed. As you brushed through your wet hair in front of the mirror, you couldn’t look away from your own eyes. Accusatory, yet unsure. Still slightly puffy and glossy from the tears.

You returned to your bed and stripped it of its sheets and duvet. You didn’t have the energy to wash them so you left them in the hallway and walked across the house to the spare bedroom. You got on the bed and crawled up into a ball under the covers in hopes of finding some comfort in your own touch as you rocked yourself to sleep. It didn’t come easy. Every time you got close to falling asleep completely, Bucky’s face would appear, eyes drinking you in… and then you could hear his grunts and groans - feel him on top of you again and your eyes would fly open as your breathing faltered. It went on like that for hours until you finally faded to sleep. Bucky plaguing your restless dreams all the while.

#dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky #dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!biker bucky #dark!bucky x curvy!reader #dark!bucky x plus size reader #dark!bucky x chubby!reader #tw noncon #tw dubcon #pwyc series #dark bucky smut #dark bucky #dark!biker!bucky

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hermajestyimher · 1 year

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Do you have any advice or tips for saving and budgeting?

Live below your means. Basically don't try to spend more than what you should in things that are pointless and vain, especially not if it's with the intent of impressing others on social media and the likes.

I live in Canada, the cost of living in this country is through the roof, and I oftentimes can't help but feel flabbergasted that many people my age don't have any investments (or at least plans to), or a savings account, mostly due to imbalanced priorities. Many people choose to rent places that take up over half of their monthly income and go every weekend to party and spend money on alcohol and Ubers. They pay $80 bucks each month on a phone plan and $40 on their iPhone bill, when they could get a cheaper plan and refurbished phone and save much more money.

There should be no reason why any grown adult should prioritize leisure over basic necessities, especially when their finances are strained. Investments and/or savings are a necessity. You will not be able to leave the money rat race unless you cement the foundations for your life in the future, and financial literacy is key to this. Sure, you only live once and our 20s shouldn't be used solely to work without taking times to relax and enjoy life, but one has to be mindful that every action has a consequence and nobody will come to rescue us from our bad habits and choices.

Some practical tips on budgeting and savings:

* Don't spend more than 40% of you post-taxed income on rent. Get roommates or stay with relatives if you must. Save as much as you can on rent.

* Some people may be triggered by this but I honestly don't care. Don't waste your money on alcohol or drugs.

* Look into opening a tax free savings accounts in your country of residency and put at least 10-20% of your monthly income there if you can. If you can't, any small percentage can help.

* Place your tax free savings on long-term, low-risk investments that can compound in the future. The S&P500 is a famous and safe bet, but I would consult and partner with a financial advisor for this as each person's particular financial situation will vary. As an adult independent woman, having a financial advisor should be a priority.

* Download a good Excel spread sheet with charts and fields to populate and track your monthly spending. These are easily found in many places online and are not hard to use. Give yourself a baseline of how much you wish to spend on a particular item monthly and try to stick to it as much as you can. This will also give you a rough idea of how much money you will have left to save and invest into your portfolio.

* Stop trying to compete with people's highlight reals and quit the superficial rate race of social media. The dumbest way to go broke is to do it trying to impress people who don't like you and who are not worth it.

* Finally, consume as much content as you can on financial literacy. There are tons of books and podcasts out there to help you with this. Having the right mindset when it comes to managing your money will be one of the best things you can do for yourself and your future self with thank you in the future.

#asks and answers

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doofus-and-dragons · 14 days

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As promised, I'm back on my httyd bullshit. Here's a list of things that don't make sense unless you watch the shows (idgaf if they're cannon or not, they should be for the background of small details!!!)

1. Grump.

Grump is Gobber's Hotburple in Httyd 2 and 3. But not in httyd 1. So this begs the question: Where and when did Gobber get Grump? The answer? Race to the Edge S3 E12, "Last Auction heros." Gobber and Snotlout go to Viggo's dragon auction undercover, and Grump is one of the dragons for sale. Without that episode, Grump is just a dragon they shoved into the second movie for shots and giggles.

2. Inferno

Inferno is a blade that Hiccup created himself that lights itself on fire using monstrous nightmare gel and can eject and ignite zippleback gas. To the casual watcher, he just showed up with it in the second movie. But Inferno is ALSO from rtte! Inferno's first form comes from S3 E9, "Tone Death." Hiccup then works further on it, but Inferno as we know it is actually based on a version of the blade that VIGGO GRIMBORN, the villain for most of RTTE, made.

3. The Deadly Nadder(? Looks like a nadder) plushie

Although this is a small detail that is only seen in the background of the later Httyd movies, it is still a detail that first appears within the SHOW'S cannon lore. According to S1 E17 of Riders of Berk, the toy was made by Valka when Hiccup was a baby. However, tiny Hiccup was so scared of the toy that he threw it in the ocean. Trader Johann managed to get ahold of it, and the episode was about the riders trying to save with mystery item because something happened to Johann's ship. I don't remember what. Something about smoldering smoke breaths, I think.

4. Skull Crusher

Skull Crush is Stoick the Vast's Rumblehorn in Httyd 2 and 3, who is later inherited by Eret, son of Eret upon Soick's death in Httyd 2. But again, where and when did Stoick get Shullcrusher? Because it seems like he just appeared. Well, I have that answer! Skull Crusher first appears in S1 E8, "Crushing It." In the episode, the gang is tormented by a Rumblehorn who keeps destroying their camp. Hiccup asks his Dad for help, and his Dad is able to train and befriend the wild dragon.

5. Hiccup's flight suit

In Httyd 2 and 3, Hiccup has/is trying to perfect a flight suit attached to his armor. Now, this could just be seen as Hiccup being a silly inventor off-screen, but it ACTUALLY shows up in Race to the Edge! S1 E12 "The Next Big Sting" actually opens with Hiccup trying out his first design for the flight suit. He does it many times, each time having to be saved by Toothless before he crashes into some form of rock/sea stack (much like in Httyd 2).

6. Hiccup's aging

I saw a post either on here or on tiktok the other day where someone was complaining about how different hiccup looked between 1 and 2. In 1, he's like...what...13?15? Where as He's about 20-21 ish by Httyd 2. To fans who don't obsess over something and consume all the media like I do, this would be a bit of a shock. I mean, you go from this:

Immediately to this:

Where as fans of the shows had this progression:

Much easier to swallow.

7. The Bewilderbeast

This is, again, something that could be choked up to the writers wanting more than just 7 species of dragons. HOWEVER, this dragon is actually the center point of the last few episodes of Race to the Edge. We learn a little bit about the dragon over the corse of the last season, which takes place just a year or two before Httyd 2.

9. VALKA HERSELF

I watched Race to the Edge long before I watched Httyd 2, so I had 0 clue the Hiccup's mom was still alive or what her mask looked like. But in the last bit of the last episode of race to the edge, guess what we see?

VALKA TAKING THE BEWILDERBEAST EGG.

In conclusion, these show's should be considered cannon to the HTTYD universe just as much as fucking Homecoming should or what ever. These are amazing and fill in so many continuity

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Thus far, we haven’t strayed outside the (relatively) safe enclave of Port Promise. There’s always the possibility of running into trouble on the road when traveling, especially heading into any previously more densely populated areas—y’know, like residential neighborhoods.

But Cherry’s right, you can’t find everything in a dumpster. (Mostly just a lot of bikes. And loose beakers of fabric dye. Soooo much fabric dye.)

So, what’s a post-apocalyptic scavenger to do? We can’t grow our own flour or sugar. And you can only eat so many salads. I’ve had “decide system for obtaining dry goods” on my to-do list almost as long as I’ve been playing this save.

The good news is, I think I’ve finally settled on a system... 😳

Absolutely nothing groundbreaking here, but I’ve decided on rolling a (virtual) d20, where the roll determines the total number of items scavenged on the trip.

Example: If I roll a 7, I can choose to scavenge 3 bags of flour and 4 bags of sugar, or 1 bag of flour and 6 of whatever build or gameplay items the community wants/needs. Medicine, books, yoga mats... Anything that could be lying around in an abandoned house and still usable years after the collapse.

For the time being, while we’re just traveling to other neighborhoods in Evergreen Harbor via bicycle, I’ll be sticking with small objects, but eventually, once we unlock new worlds and “fix up a truck” or something to be able to get to them, larger items could be scavenged as well.

Rolling a 1 means something goes horribly wrong—something gets lost, someone gets hurt, or maaaaaaybe we even lose one of our survivors. 👀 I mean, I am very specifically choosing not to make rolling a 1 = immediate death by townie, but y’know, never say never. 💀

Inversely, of course, rolling a 20 of course means something amazing happens. So amazing, in fact, that it is altogether undetermined at this point. 😆 But, y’know, open to suggestions!

#lol i think about this shit way too much #but uh yeah let me know what you think #and if i should get an actual d20 or keep using google haha #ps creating the tag #rebuild a city rules #to better organize the rules i'm adding for myself #rebuild a city #ts4bacc #1_06 #ts4 scenery #evergreen harbor #port promise

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rfxn-emulator · 13 days

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Go ahead, give us the 5 page paragraph lore about Cho, im encouraging you to do it :]

Whelp, it's your funeral hehe.

Cholini Cortado is a 20-year-old nonbinary pansexual individual hailing from Andalusia who recently moved to America to escape an abusive home life. As the youngest of three siblings, Cholini harbors deep-seated envy towards those they perceive as superior to them and often puts on a cocky facade to mask their underlying anxiety. Though prone to escalating arguments, Cholini is known to break down in private, revealing a vulnerable side that few get to see.

They have debilitating myopia and stand at just 3'6 due to dwarfism, although they have defaced their ID to read "BIG" as a means of asserting their self-worth. Cholini works part-time at a café and spends their free playing 2D games like platformers, deck builders, and farm sims. They also have a passion for collecting items like plushies, train sets, and trading cards, and will enthusiastically share their expertise on any topic of interest.

Cholini is meticulous about everything they do, demonstrated by their expansive D&D campaign, as well as being a digital artist, though they'll never show their work. Due to being allergic to cats and fearing dogs, Cholini dotes on their iguana, Chelsea, whom they affectionately refer to as a dragon. They share a living space with their roommate, Donato, who often blows up balloons just to terrorize them.

Despite their tough exterior, Cholini is a deeply caring individual who goes out of their way to help those in need, in often unorthodox ways. They struggle with trusting others due to their difficult past, but once someone gains their trust, Cholini is fiercely loyal and protective.

ʸᵉˢ ᴵ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᴬᴵ ᵗᵒ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢʰᶦᵗ ᵃᵗ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᶦᵛᵉ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵗᵉᵈᶦᵒᵘˢ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵈᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᶦᵗ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ

If this is a dissatisfactorally short yapping session I encourage asking any specific questions, no matter how stupid it may seem, cause I did attempt to avoid like really stupid useless information (like favorite cereals and shit) to avoid making it actually unreadable

Edit: As a DM I'm a big believer of show don't tell type character writing and am bad at designing my characters down to the details but can answer anything with confidence and canonicity if asked specifically, so I'll always give faster more concise lore if asked questions. No matter how long I work on a list, it would never have every detail of their life because I physically can't think that far in advance and honestly I can't even remember my own life without being asked specifics. If I was instructed to tell you everything I know about any character no matter how often I think of them, like Cho, AP Fakey, or any of my campaign characters. I genuinely couldn't tell you anything other than major events and personality. But, if I was asked something specific (IE: "how does your Fakey's anatomy work" or "what's your headcanon for everyone's favorite movie genre") I could make a genuine yapping post that wouldn't need to be written by AI. Making lists would restrain my creativity when it comes to art, because if all their history is already known, I'd have no motivation to draw it.

TLDR: I'm good at improv, bad at memory

Asking specific questions will get you an answer

#pizza tower #pizza tower: afterparty #pizza tower cho #yapping session #and this doesn't even have event type lore this is just personality #oh god

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gonelike-ach00 · 1 year

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Crazy Rich Idol | Doyoung

Chapter 1

chaebol! Kim Doyoung x chaebol! Original Female Character

Word count: 2,266

Summary: What truly goes on behind the lights, the stages and the performances? Kim Doyoung has lived his idol life quietly, getting ample exposure and being in a popular group. He was now fully independent and plans to continue his life in this direction.

Yet all things are easier said than done. Once his old life begins to creep up to him it was getting harder to escape and runaway. What does this humble and scandal free idol truly hide?

Genre: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, drama

Warning(s): eventual smut, violence, trauma, guns, blood

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Absolute fear.

That was what was written all over Doyoung’s face as soon as they stood in the lobby waiting to be called by the advertisement team.

They were standing in the middle of a huge lobby inside of a huge building in the district where huge corporations stood proudly beside each other. Among these huge buildings with helipads at the top and their logo standing tall in the air, is a mere subgroup of the JBG group of companies, Jacks and Heels Clothing. One of the country’s most popular producers of clothing items, often found cheap in streets of the city. Rumor has it that the company popularized the style of clothing that Korea wears predominantly.

Now, why was Doyoung all nervously chewing on the straw of his drink as soon as they entered the building.

The elevator door opens and one of the interns of the advertisement team guides them into a huge room, which was already prepared for a shooting. There were nearly 30 people from Jacks and Heels, and 20 from their styling team. The dressing room was a bit further back, but before they could even walk back there they were to greet the person in charge of this project.

She was sitting among the directors of the shoot, holding a folder in her hands. Even with her back against the group of young men, it was nearly impossible to miss her. Her low ponytail and clean look was her signature for as long as Doyoung could remember, that and her necklace, one that resembled the one he had around his neck.

“Director Jung, NCT 127 are here.” The intern walks up to one of the directors of the company.

Almost immediately she turns around and searches through the crowd of nine boys, one that landed on the boy at the back. She tries her best to control her emotions as soon as she sees him. The boys greet their signature greeting yet her eyes seem to mock the person at the back. As soon as all their heads were raised again, she reached out towards the necklace around her neck, one that she rarely took off in the 25 years she’s been alive.

“I hope we all have a smooth shooting today,” she smiles at them before lightly bowing towards them.

That was their cue before heading towards the dressing area, to get themselves ready. In all honesty, Doyoung thought he was safe, he made up all sorts of scenarios in his head about her needing to leave the advertisement team because of a meeting. He was trying his best to think about a convenient plot for him, one that involved her leaving before he shoots his solo pictures. Yet his mind also created scenes where things play out for the worst, one where Director Jung’s brother and father walk in while he shoots his stuff.

Well, they would eventually see things when it gets posted.

“Doyoung?” One of the team members from JBG calls out his name, meaning it was time for him to shoot his part after getting all dressed up.

In normal shoots he would stand in front of a mirror figuring out poses that would accentuate the products he was wearing, but today all he did was sit in the chair even after he’s had his hair and make up finished. All he did was stare at his reflection pondering about the infinite possibilities that could happen.

Walking towards the set, he saw the person he didn't want to see the most still standing behind the monitor and talking to the photography directors. He couldn’t even register why the company director was here, was this such a huge project that it required her presence? Or was she here for another agenda of hers.

“Alright,” just at that moment director Jung stands from her seat and walks towards the set, stopping right behind the photographer, “Dongyoung, focus on pants.” She instructs him using his birth name,causing those who were paying close attention to react to this interaction.

He coughs as a response, yet he was in no position to retaliate. At this moment, it became very obvious what she was doing here even if she was the director of the company.

Doyoung stands there posing using the props on set, while trying his best to accentuate the pants he was wearing. A few shots later, he stands in front of the monitor to check on the pictures that were taken. He checked if he looked well and his poses weren’t awkward, yet anyone could tell that he was a little more stiff than usual.

“Dongyoung,” she approaches him once again, “can you calm down a bit?” Rather than as an instruction it came out in a mocking term. And it had everything in him to not turn around and roll his eyes at her.

Instead he just nods his head, as she was standing rather close to him, and turns around back into the set. This time, he tried even harder to make her disappear from his sight, since the more knowledgeable he was of her presence the more difficult it became for him to not turn into a rock, or doll.

“Is this enough, Jinah?” He mutters to himself as he walks back towards the monitor to check on his poses.

Upon standing by the huge monitor, Jinah stands a little too close beside him, with their shoulders nearly touching. This time, unlike how it was a while ago, since they were preparing for the next person, there weren't a lot of people around them. The set was changing and his manager was busy calling out the next person to take photos.

“Nice to see you again,” she crosses her arms over her chest and leans in a bit to make sure not a lot of people could listen into their conversation.

“You’re here on purpose, right?” The photos were only passing by, but both their attention weren’t on it.

“Can you blame me?” Director Jung, who Doyoung has always simply known as Jinah, glares at him from her height. “We’re friends, why won’t I come rushing here when the friend who decided to cut all ties appears in front of me.”

“Us?” Doyoung points between the two of them. “Friends?” He audibly puffs at the thought. “You and I know full well that this isn’t the case.”

Jinah sighs. “Unlike you, I don’t determine our relationship by something the oldies decided upon.”

“The necklace tells you otherwise.”

“Seriously?” This time Jinah turns her whole body towards him, she then puts her hands on her waist. “I thought we agreed not to bring it up when it’s just the two of us?”

“That was in high school, Jinah.” This was the first time he turned his head to face her. At that moment, it was like Dongyoung Jinah had known all her life was not there. There was no way Dongyoung was this attractive, it was as if he was a full blown celebrity already. “You know full well that we’re at the age where the moment I return home things would immediately flow the way they want to.”

Jinah sighs, once again, and probably the most since she entered the company this morning. “What an amazing way to greet an old friend.” She turns her body back towards facing the screen and crosses her arms over her chest once again.

“The fact that we’ve been talking to each other this long already,” he turns to look at his surroundings, “is going to make people think that we know each other.

Jinah slowly turns her head towards Doyoung. “But we do know each other!”

“The daughter of the Jung family who own the JBG conglomerate, won’t just know anyone.” Doyoung was about to head back into the dressing room to change into the next outfit.

“Is that why?”

“That and knowing full well that you’re still in contact with my parents.” Doyoung’s honest response nearly made her want to hit him, but that would– in Doyoung’s words– make them appear as if they know each other.

“You do realize that once the picture comes out, they would contact me about you, right?” She wouldn’t allow this conversation to end, even as he began heading towards the dressing room.

“That’s why I didn’t want to be an ambassador in the first place.” Doyoung continued walking as he walked through the set. He knew well that people around them understood that they were– at least– acquaintances. “But no one could turn down a company as big as Jacks and Heels,” he stops right before he could stand right in front of the door, “this is an opportunity of a lifetime for my members.”

Jinah sighs again, much more than any other work day. She stands there not able to respond with his personality. Thus, Doyoung took this opportunity to slip into the dressing room to get himself ready for the next set of clothing. However, what he didn’t expect was Jinah to follow right behind him.

“Dongyoung,” she calls out her name, this time in front of her teammates, using his birth name and making heads turn. The moment she smirked, he knew that she was up to no good.

“What?” His frustrated reply, makes everyone nearly audibly gasp. Not only was he called out by director Jung by his birth name, but the way he was talking to her without honorifics threw everyone off. Even the way he was nearly stomping towards her.

“Make sure you wear the necklace in the next shoot.” She teasingly tells him in a soft voice.

She walks out of the room soon after, acting all triumphant. The room was then enveloped in absolute silence. He then walked straight towards the dressing area, and not a word was spoken as he walked through the room. It wasn’t until he entered the dressing area that murmurs began to erupt. How could they not talk?

“NCT 127, let’s take the group photos,” the team breaks the awkward tension the moment she walks in calling on them to go on set.

Since Doyoung knew he was the cause behind the tension, he decided to get himself out of the room first. He stood on the set waiting to be directed, and as he stood there, Jinah was standing at the back. Now all she was doing was merely observing them, with her arms crossed over her chest while she leaned back on the wall. Her collared shirt showcased the custom made necklace around her neck, one that looked exactly like the one around his.

It didn’t take long for them to be all standing on the set and the people began directing them on where to stand and how they would level themselves. As it goes with group photos, it took much longer than individual shots, with hair and makeup retouches in between.

During their last few photos, where Doyoung was now counting down the shots taken, he noticed Jinah standing upright staring down at her phone. It was as if she was ready to sprint out of the shooting area, but instead she came running towards the set.

“Dongyoung!” Jinah called Doyoung again with his birth name, but this time there was no space for mischief or frustration, but it was in absolute fear. Everyone in the huge room turned their attention towards their director.

“Director, is everything alright?” The overall manager of the project comes running beside her as soon as he begins running towards the set.

Jinah ran past the project manager, and barely stopped in front of the white set that was prohibited to be stepped on with shoes that were not for the models. “Dongyoung,” she called his name again and it looked like she was about to fall on her knees at that moment.

Immediately in the huddled position that the director has placed them for their last poses, he sprints out and grabs both her shoulders. He grabbed onto her just before she could fall to the floor. “What’s happening?”

“Your father,” she was trying her best not to cry, not in front of all these people, barely being able to stand was already something she had to deal with afterwards, “was shot.”

Immediately the whole place goes silent.

The young adult holding Jinah up, nearly fell at the same time. Doyoung went through all the possible bad scenarios today, all that involved his family, yet he never imagined that this would be the scenario that he has to face. He gulps down and takes time before trying to take it in. The father with whom he grew up relatively close to, the same father who he decided to cut from his life has his own life on the line.

“Where did they bring him?” That was the only line he was able to croak out.

“Your hospital,” Jinah grabs onto the shirt he was endorsing, she was sure she was wrinkling it, but that was the least of her concerns.

That was all it took for Doyoung to decide that he would be running out of that building and driving straight to the hospital. “You drove, right?” Doyoung slips his arm under her shoulders to be able to lift her with one arm.

Jinah nods her head.

That was all it took, he only released from holding her up, but never from touching her. They ran out of the huge shooting area hand in hand. Will this cause a scene? Yes. But did it matter? No.

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unmotivatedwrit3r · 2 years

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Gift Giving

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(A/N): I've had zero time to write between 15 hours a week of rehearsal, 20 hours of honors seminar work, other class, and my job so I apologize for once again being MIA.

Today is my birthday, though, so I found this reasonably relevant headcanon set (because I did not have time to write something like I wanted to) and I'm posting it as my gift to you. Enjoy <3

wc: ~600

warnings: none

Dick Grayson:

He’s the easiest out of his brothers to shop for, mostly because he’s happy with anything as long as the person made an effort

He’s given quite a few gag gifts in his day, so if he gets any, he’ll take them good naturedly and laugh

If you make him something, he’ll absolutely adore it

And he sounds a little bit like a parent when he says that he adores everything you give him because it came from you, and you put in the effort to find something specifically for him, and that means more than anything

Literally, he’d be happy with a new pair of pj pants

But if you want to make him really happy, get him things that will improve his quality of life

Like buy him body wash you think he’ll love the smell of, something a little more pricey that he’d never buy for himself but would really want to

Jason Todd:

There are a few avenues you can go down when buying Jason gifts

The first is the literature route

You can either buy him a new book, a fancy copy of one he loves, or get something just a little decorative like a signed copy or a special dust jacket

The other thing guaranteed to be a hit is comfort items

He loves items that make him feel safe, so a weighted blanket or a fluffy blanket, or a new type of tea to try will make him so happy

Even better if you do something like a tasting box for the two of you to do together

You can do gag gifts with him, but you have to be careful a) not to go too far and b) because he can and will give as good as he gets and he is devious

Tim Drake:

Tim loves technology, so it’s smart to base gifts for him around that

Get him a new tool or a new device, or just something you found that you thought was awesome that he can tinker with

Anything weird and different he would find intriguing, and his face will light up when he thinks of things to do with new parts he’s never had before

He, like Jason, also loves comfort items

Get him fuzzy things like jackets or blankets

And consider something that heats up; he has poor circulation and gets cold easily, especially when spending all night in the batcave

(You could also indulge his coffee habit with more coffee, but honestly the best way to watch his caffeine intake is to drink coffee with him, so consider trying new types of coffee with him so he has to slow down and taste it)

Damian Wayne:

Damian likes utilitarian gifts, things he can use

It’s hard to shop for him sometimes because of this

What do you get for the person whose hobbies are weaponry and art??

Much of the equipment and art supplies he uses is too expensive for you to afford

You can get him gifts for his pets, though you have to be careful because he is particular

If there’s some new exhibit going on that you know he’ll like, get tickets (but be careful that he hasn’t bought them first)

Overall, the best idea is to pay attention

If he needs something, like a new glass to clean his brushes in, or mentioned a type of tea he was wanting to try, get it for him

Or if you notice something he needs and you can buy it, do so

Not only will it be something he would appreciate, it would let him know that you’re paying attention to him and what he likes, and every time he uses it, he’ll think of you

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I said in this post that the showdown with Yu revealed some juicy stuff about how Bells Hells operates separately and together, and after watching it back on YouTube...yeah, I absolutely stand by that. Let's talk about it.

Imogen, Information, and Self-Control

As much as we love to talk about Imogen's moments of rage, or whether or not she'll crack and go ham on the moon, Imogen's actions here remind us that she operates on a baseline of extraordinary self-control. Imogen doesn't blast Yu to bits, even when Yu turns into Imogen to manipulate Laudna. I don't think this is out of character or Laura going easy on a guest PC. I think this is Imogen exerting an iron grip on herself because Yu has information, and Imogen's priority is getting information.

All of Imogen's moves here - starting with knowledge-seeking questions ("What the heck is the Unseelie Court?" [0:18:44]), Mage Handing the door, casting Detect Thoughts, Commanding Yu - are about controlling the situation long enough to get all the information.

If there hadn't been information in the balance, it would have been a very different thing, because then all of Imogen's need for control would have gone to "how to end the fight efficiently." This is what we saw in the fight at the museum and the Deathwish Run.

Chetney and Emotional Distance

Like Imogen, Chetney first digs for information, and he seems to give Yu the most benefit of the doubt. He's either less attuned to Yu's manipulation (constantly telling the party that Yu has told them the truth and isn't attacking anyone), or - more likely - he doesn't care about Yu's manipulation as much as he cares about people not getting killed.

I wonder (though this is pure speculation) whether he's willing to give Yu more leeway because he (thinks he) knows how assassins operate, while being less sure of how Birdie operates. A devil you know situation.

Chetney also comes up with the deal - it's an objective move that neatly resolves the situation but also depends on him not really being attached to either Birdie or Yu. He absolutely offers Birdie up to Yu ("If in a month, you bring the heat, you take her and the item, and we'll see" [1:20:13]). Chetney operates objectively, and his priority is keeping things stable long-term.

Laudna and Emotional Blindness

Where Chetney keeps an astonishing amount of emotional distance and objectivity, Laudna...does not. Other people have already written about Laudna's trust/susceptibility to manipulation and its potential liability to the party, so I just want to add a couple of things here.

First: yes, absolutely, Laudna gets attached fast, and that could lead to dangerous indecisiveness in the future (here, she gives up on deciding and Banes Yu, Fearne, and Birdie). Laudna operates emotionally, according to personal bonds, and her priority is keeping the group together.

However, Laudna is also the only one of Bells Hells willing to call out Yu's emotional manipulation directly. She also gets extremely uncomfortable when Yu turns into Imogen, not being swayed at all. I get the feeling that, on some level, she understands how susceptible she is to this sort of thing, and she hates that it still works.

Orym, Fearne, and the Present Moment

Orym and Fearne act the most aggressively toward Yu, and I think that's for pretty similar reasons. Orym and Fearne do not care about what's going to happen in the future; they don't care about long-term politics or information they can gather or even what this means for the party. Both Orym and Fearne operate in the present moment, according to what is necessary right now.

Fearne's priority is whatever she wants in that moment. This is why Yu can trip Fearne up massively one moment, while hitting a complete block the next. When Fearne is emotionally rattled and doesn't know who to trust, she can't decide on a priority. But the moment she goes, "nope, actually, we can take on the assassins," Yu doesn't have a hold anymore.

Orym's priority is keeping the party safe. This is why he gets so stabby one minute and then de-escalates the next. The moment he and his party are threatened, he'll respond; likewise, the moment things seem to be calming down, he'll honor that.

Ashton and FCG

Ashton's pretty quiet this whole fight. I think that's partly due to Ashton not having a relationship with Yu prior to the reveal (and thus Taliesin stepping back to let the others RP). But it also speaks to Ashton's willingness to go along and support whatever shit the party decides to get into. Ashton, like Orym, operates in the present moment, and their priority is taking care of the party.

FCG is also pretty straightforward. They heal Yu. FCG's priority is helping whoever they can, and they operate as such. Like Laudna, this form of emotional blindness could be (and has been) a strain on the party.

Almost done, folks!

So What? (Or, Applying This to Bells Hells)

So, why did I write all of this, and what can we extrapolate from it?

First, Bells Hells is an extremely fragmented group right now. Everyone - everyone - in this confrontation was going off their own internal priorities. There was no unified party stance, fractured between the need for information (Imogen and Chetney), the emotional turmoil (Laudna and Fearne), and the going-with-the-flow-I-guess-we're-doing-this (Ashton and FCG).

Second, as fascinating as it is that Laudna describes them as family, they're not. They are friendly coworkers who are good at pulling each other through scrapes. See above: the fact that everyone pretty much takes their own course of action regarding the conflict and no one objects/pulls them together means that Bells Hells still need a bunch of time to cohere properly.

Third, though the assertion that "Bells Hells are less violent than the Mighty Nein/other DnD parties" is not true, I do think Bells Hells has a significant investment in information. Imogen is driven by it, Chetney likes to use it, and the rest of the party will follow along as long as no current threat is being posed. This means that if an NPC can give them information, Bells Hells are more likely to try to get it from them than fight straight out.

Fourth, Yu did exactly what I wanted an antagonist PC to do for this party: expose the fractures, blow them open, and make it clear that they need to address them. If we could just get a tiny pause in the lore to do that...

#critical role #bells hells #yu suffaid #imogen temult #chetney pock o'pea #laudna #cr orym #fearne calloway #ashton critical role #fcg critical role #cr meta #long post #cr3e29

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noodlescc · 2 years

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Goodbye?

So this post is WAAAAAAY overdue but I felt like it was time to say something here... I’ve mentioned it on my main blog but I know not everyone who follows this is following that one.

Long story short, I’m probably never going to post here again. I don’t want to say _never _because who knows, maybe I’ll change my mind, but for over a year now I have had no desire to work on CC or even mess with anything related to it. I’ve become extremely burnt out, and I’ve even reached the point where I’m fed up enough to probably stop playing TS4.

I’ll go into more detail under the cut, but totally I understand if that doesn’t interest you. So just know that I appreciate all the love and support I’ve gotten over the years. This was an amazing era in my life and I’ll always look back on it fondly. I’ve made a lot of great friends through this process and it’s been so surreal at times. You’re all wonderful, and I wish I could continue, but I just can’t. Feel free to share/make edits to my CC as you wish.

So I guess these are my main reasons:

Burnout: It hit me HARD: At my peak I was struggling to find a job and so I had a lot of time to dedicate to recoloring. I would jump on recoloring for packs the second S4S got updated. But now I can’t even bring myself to recolor or edit anything. I was actually in a really bad place mentally at my “peak” on this blog, and my life is so different now. I’m in therapy, I’m taking meds, and I’m feeling really good. And I’m just so busy with other things, the last thing I feel like doing after work/when I have free time is to work on CC.

TS4 is Super Broken: It becomes really frustrating when every new patch EA comes out with means that people have to come to your inbox to let you know that your stuff is broken. I don’t make mods, so I always foolishly assumed my stuff wouldn’t break. But then it did. And again. And again. And AGAIN. I can’t be active enough to stay on top of it anymore. And a lot of the time I straight up don’t know WHY my stuff doesn’t work, so I don’t know how to even approach fixing it. Then there’s the issue of having to post the update, hope people see it, and try to find a way to lead people who stumble across my blog from a youtube video or blog post that’s several years old to the most up-to-date version. Its too confusing for them and for me and I kind of hate having more than one post for the same item.

I just don’t have the time anymore: I work a 40+ hour work week now, and then try to juggle my social life, chores at home, taking care of myself, and my hobbies. I barely play TS4 or get on my computer much anymore (my work is all computer based so sometimes I just want to do anything else when I get home). Its too the point that every time I’ve tried to play the game I have to update. I can’t keep up with all the changes the game is making, and I don’t even keep track of when packs come out anymore. PLUS I’m starting school again at the end of next month, and I’m still going to be working at my current job so I’m hardly going to have any free time coming up soon.

I am giving up on TS4: this is mixed with #2. The game isn’t really fun. I lasted as long as I did because I wasn’t playing, I was making CC and staging story posts. I don’t have the time to really do either of those, but I can make some time to try and play for fun. But it’s not fun. And there seems to be game breaking bugs every other week now, and while the packs seem promising, they are riddled with bugs of their own. Not to mention the laundry list of things the team has promised they would go back and fix and just haven’t, and probably never will because they have to pump out 20 new kits before the end of the year. I’ve spent more money than I’d like to admit on this game, and I don’t even find it fun to play anymore. I made the mistake of getting back into TS3 and realizing that I actually enjoy that game, which just made it so clear to me how much I don’t enjoy TS4. So I’m saying goodbye to it. I’ve complained for long enough that it’s time to really do something about it. And this is that thing.

So I think that’s it. I’m really sorry if you liked my CC and hoped I would continue. I hate letting people down. But I can’t force myself to do this anymore. I had a good run, and it was made so special by every one of you. You have no idea how much your support has helped me out through some really low times. But all good things must come to an end sometime, and I think it’s long overdue. You can still catch me at @tainoodles if you want to chat. But I am no longer working on CC. Thanks again for everything ♥

#text post #its long sorry

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mmeveronica · 1 year

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Okay poison in dnd kinda sucks, but not for the reasons you think.

Yes the most common damage immunity is poison, but if you're in a campaign fighting Fey, Monstrosities, Aberrations, Beasts, and most Humanoids, instead of Constructs, Elementals, Fiends, and Undead, it actually isn't that common. (This reddit post has the stats)

No, poison kinda sucks because it is so expensive and takes so long to craft. Let's just look at the basic poison given in the Player's Handbook. It costs 100gp, so using the crafting rules in the PHB it would take 50gp of materials, and then a number of days equal to its market value divided by 5, which is 20. It takes most of a month to craft a basic vial of poison that adds the possibility of an extra 1d4 damage to attacks for 1 minute.

Now the rules in Xanathars Guide shorten the crafting time to two weeks, as they let you craft 50gp of market value during one week, but it's still not great.

Trying to expand this to the more interesting poisons like burnt othur fumes, malice, and oil of Taggit would have you take months to craft a single dose of a poison. These poisons can be incredibly useful, but the cost is just too much and the crafting time too long.

So, I propose the following homebrew rule to make crafting poisons take less time in DnD 5e. Base the crafting time of a poison off the crafting time of a spell scroll in Xanathar's Guide with a similar cost to the materials needed to craft it. Both poisons and spell scrolls are consumable items that let a character deal more damage or apply a unique status effect so I don't think it's a big leap to allow.

Returning to the basic poison, it requires 50gp of raw materials to craft and the closest spell scroll to that cost is a 1st level spell scroll with 25gp. Double the cost of materials means that double the time to craft isn't unreasonable so it would take 2 days to craft this basic poison. An example of a more advanced poison is burnt othur fumes, the material cost is 250gp for crafting which is the cost to craft a 2nd level spell scroll. A 2nd level spell scroll takes 3 days to craft so burnt othur fumes would as well.

These new crafting times would allow players much more opportunity to actually use these frankly somewhat overpriced poisons. If you as a DM feel these are too fast, you could always slow them down or limit the use of these crafting times to characters with the Poisoner feat. which already lets them craft mutliple doses of a unique potent poison using 50gp of materials in an hour.

#dnd #dnd 5e #dnd 5e mechanics #dnd 5e homebrew #dnd homebrew #homebrew rules #poison #tw poison #d&d #dungeons and dragons

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paperanddice · 7 months

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Broodiken are vile little constructs, crude servants grown within a humanoid creature's body. One foot tall, with oversized heads and jaws filled with fangs, they otherwise resemble their creator, though if their creator had features such as wings or horns the broodiken gains decorative, ineffective versions that provide no mechanical changes.

Broodiken have little personality beyond a rough reflection of their creator's current emotions. They don't restrain their emotional show, growling and snarling if they feel anger and babbling happily if they feel joy. If sent beyond 100 feet from their creator, this lack of personality devolves into a helpless wailing, like that of an infant of their apparent species. The only time they can function further away is if given a specific target to hunt and kill. If their creator telepathically such a target, picturing it in their mind and sending that image to the broodiken, it will chase that target down without rest or distraction. Though they are poor trackers and cannot search effectively, so it's best not to rely on this as an assassination technique. As the broodiken cannot be recalled until their target is dead, if they lose the target and cannot find it again, they will hunt forever until destroyed.

Creating broodiken requires eating a specially prepared heart from a dead broodiken, a paradoxical means of creation that stumps sages as to the origin of this construct. Attempts to discover the first creator of the broodiken have led only to dead ends, and the occasional dead investigator, a fact that grows increasingly concerning to the small community intent on figuring out this mystery. Another unfortunate situation with broodiken is the fate of anyone who attempts to create a second brood while any members of their first one still live. As soon as the incubation starts the first brood furiously turns on their creator, attempting to kill them out of jealousy.

I'm not entirely convinced of the balance for the broodiken heart item, since giving a player a random collection of minions could be quite a swing in power, but given that the broodiken won't power up with the characters and will remain level 1 creatures I don't think it will be too big of a deal, at least as long as they aren't gained at really low level.

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Pathfinder 2e

Broodiken Creature 1 Tiny Construct Minion Perception +5; darkvision Skills Stealth +7 Str -1, Dex +2, Con +3, Int -4, Wis +0, Cha -2 Bound to Creator If the broodiken is further than 100 feet from its creator, it cannot take any actions, and does nothing but cry loudly unless it has been given a target by Targeted Rage. If its creator dies, the broodiken loses its minion trait and attempts to attack the killer over any other target. If the broodiken can't see the creature that killed its creator, or that creature is dead, it simply attacks any creature it can see except another broodiken from the same brood. AC 14; Fort +8, Ref +7, Will +5 HP 17; Immunities bleed, death effects, diseased, doomed, drained, fatigued, healing, necromancy, nonlethal attacks, paralyzed, poison, sickened, unconscious Speed 20 feet, climb 20 feet Melee jaws +7 (agile, finesse), Damage 1d10-1 piercing plus attach Attach When a broodiken hits a target larger than itself, its jaws attach it to that creature. This is similar to grabbing the creature, but the broodiken moves with that creature rather than holding it in place. The broodiken is flat-footed while attached. While the broodiken is attached, Strikes it makes with its jaws automatically hit the attached creature, but it can't make Strikes against other targets. Targeted Rage The broodiken's creatore can designate a single creature to be the target of the broodiken. The broodiken loses the minion trait, and can travel further than 100 feet away from its creator, but will not obey any orders until it kills that creature.

Broodiken Heart Item 7 Uncommon Consumable Magical Price 85 gold Usage held in one hand; Bulk L Activate [one action] Interact After you eat this seed, 2d4 broodiken begin gestating inside of you. They incubate for 1 month, during which you must consume a special blend of mud, ashes, and plants, which costs 5 gold per day for each incubating broodiken. During this time, you are drained 1, and cannot reduced your drained condition below 1. The broodikens must be cut out at the end of this gestation period, a process that deals 1d4 slashing damage to you per broodiken. If they are not cut out, they instead chew themselves out, which takes 1d6 rounds, plus 1 round per broodiken in the batch, and deals 2d6 slashing damage per round. This damage cannot be reduced by any means. The newly birthed broodikens are loyal to you, and obey your telepathic commands as long as they are within 100 feet of you. If you birth a second batch of broodiken, the first brood immediately become hostile, losing the minion trait and attempting to kill you. Crafting Requirements Supply the heart of a dead broodiken.

13th Age

Broodiken 1st level mook wrecker [construct] Initiative +3 Gnawing Bite +6 vs. AC - 3 damage, plus 1 damage for each other broodiken engaged with the target. Bound to Creator: Choose one creature to be the broodiken’s creator. If the broodiken is far away from its creator, it is stunned and can do nothing but cry. If its creator dies, the broodiken enters a rage, gaining a +1 bonus to attack rolls, and will attack the enemy that killed its creator over all other targets. AC 16 PD 14 MD 10 HP 11 (mook) Mook: Kill one broodiken mook for every 11 damage dealt to the mob.

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