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I'm working on finding a dps that works for me. Had my tank and other dps tell me to "uninstall the game" because I had 1.6k damage which made me 'worthless' apparently. Even went as far as to say "gg to everyone except mei"
Bro. It's unranked. I'm practicing my worst role. Why are you such a dick?
Then, in my next round, I had wholesome interactions with a kiri and an echo as sombra, so all is well. But god. I knew it was gonna be a bad round when I was backfill and no one said hello.
#ill admit 1.6k is pretty low for me but I was also being shut down by doomfist. so#however I am really good at holding a team fight as mei. ive been in fights so long that I got my ult twice and one time even 3 times#honestly the numbers mean fuck all if theres no teamwork. you can have 10k damage 30 kills and still lose because you are not coordinating#idk why but i recognized the comment was triggering my anxiety but i was able to stop it by focusing on something else#baph bleats#gamer goat girl cred#baph's bad at games#overwatch#baph shut up
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Resbang 2021 Promo #11
Oh, Oldest Daughter
presented by author: @maddstermind
with artist: @eggman-babey
and artist: @baph
Pairings: Liz Thompson & Patty Thompson & Death the Kid
Rating: Gen (PG-13)
Warnings: Child Neglect, Crime, Trauma, Breakdown, Parental Death (Minor)
Summary:
The Thompson Sisters were not always the feared twin pistols wielded by the Reaper's son. They were not always the Devils of Brooklyn, causing havoc on the streets. Once, they were just kids. Just girls. Just trying to live their lives.
Please enjoy the story preview below the cut!
"Do you want a brother or a sister, Lizzie?"
Elizabeth Thompson, three years old — almost four, as she'd tell you — was laying on her mother's stomach, currently large and round and stiff with the baby inside. She had her ear to the dome, listening for any kicks or heartbeats like her mother said she'd be able to hear if she listened close enough.
Liz wasn't listening for kicks, though. If there was a baby inside her mom, it must be talking, right? She'd seen babies, and they talked a lot. She wanted to talk to the new baby, but it wasn't saying anything. Just banging around a bit.
Her mother petted her hair and repeated the question. "Hm? A baby brother or a baby sister? You'll get to be a big sister either way."
She thought it over for a long moment, humming and hearing it echo in her head. "Both."
"Both?"
Liz lifted her head and nodded. "A brother and a sister."
"Why both, sweetheart?"
"'Cause then they gotta listen to me. Two can do more things for me than one."
Her mother laughed, and moved Liz's hair out of her face. "The baby isn't going to do things for you, honey. And I'm sorry to say, but there's only one."
"Do you want a boy?" Liz asked her mother. "You already have me."
She laughed again. "I don't mind either way. Two daughters, a daughter and a son. Either is fine. I'll love you either way."
Liz smiled and hugged her mom, her head against her stomach. She felt the baby kick again, and decided she couldn't wait to meet them.
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The pair of sisters walked down the long hallways and out the front door. There was a limo waiting. Their father got in the front seat, and the girls climbed into the back. Once Liz shut the door, the car took off.
The car ride was silent. Even Patty didn't make a sound, though that wasn't to say she wasn't nervous. She had a vice-grip on Liz's hand, and she bit the fingers of her free hand. Liz decided to hold that hand too, so she wouldn't hurt herself.
When the car finally stopped, they stayed in the cab. Their father opened the door with more force than was necessary. "Get out."
They did as they were told. The limo had parked in an alley, in a place that Liz didn't recognize. The skies were cloudy, and it was hard to say what time of day it even was.
Their father slammed the limo door shut once they were both out. He stood in front of it, and finally, his face moved from that painful neutral into hideous anger.
"You two made a fool out of me," he said, voice trembling as he fought to keep it level. "A fool. On top of that, your very existence is a sin. You weapons are freaks of nature, and you are no daughters of mine."
Patty stood confused, tears in her eyes as she shrunk at her father's growing volume. Liz, however, realized what was going on and stepped forward. "You can't do this," she begged. "We didn't mean to do it! Please, Dad—"
She was silenced with a firm slap across the face. The same hand grabbed her hair and forced her to look up at him. His cold blue eyes were alight with fury. "You," he spat, "have never had the right to call me such a thing, and you certainly don't now. I should've left you with your whore mother."
He shoved her back, and Liz stumbled to the ground, landing in something wet. Patty squeaked and rushed to her side, tears streaming down her face. Liz wanted nothing more than to break then, to scream and cry out, and maybe bring their father back, but she found nothing. It was like his words had hollowed her out, just leaving her shell behind.
Mr. Thompson looked at the two for a moment longer, and then turned and got back into the limo, driving away, leaving them behind.
Patty noticed a moment too late and started to run after it. Liz jumped up after her and caught her before she could run into the street. The younger girl squirmed in her arms and cried out for her father. Liz just held her tighter.
Thunder cracked above them, and a light but constant rain came sprinkling down. The puffy skirt of Patty's birthday dress sunk with the weight of the water it collected.
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If he keeps locked in place, it'll pass over. Kept still, he can't get his claws in everything or cause any damage.
There's a feeling of his teeth and hands sinking through imagined something rotten and warm, intrusive thoughts. imagined mess. It's fake, of course it is, but it's vivid, and it's all he can do to steel himself through the feel of it. If he moves at all it worsens, and it's too heavy to will away.
If he as much as opens his eyes, he doesn't know what will happen, so he keeps them shut tight, his back pressed to the wall, arms around himself and claws deep in his palms.
Grounded as much as this body possibly can be.
Then he hears the demon approach, and a growl starts up even if in his heart he's grateful to see them. He needs to be less right now.
He needs to be quieter.
And they are a solution.
"Again, already?" Daring to open his eyes half-lidded, to glare, dropping forward to a more threatening posture, even while his voice is pained.
"If yyou-if you're going to take anything why not--wh-why not this?? I know you hate me, I have made-I have made my thoughts on you very clear.. But wouldn't it be easier if- if you just got rid of the-the anger?? Of THIS? Of the-" Of the shame.
"Can you not just change how this feels? WOULDN'T THAT FIX IT? I DON'T WANT THIS EITHER!" The rage, the shame, the complication and lashing out, where this agreement should make it all simple.
But there's still so much guilt and anger.
A small pause. A groan that sounds more animal than human.
"I don't-I-- I don't want to be like this either."
The demon swishes their tail pensively when addressed. Bugs didn’t feed right away, but did placed a hand on the shoulder they’re planning on sipping his blood. The smell of it all hard to ignore, the anger, the urge, the guilt, oh the shame of it most of all...
“[No one ever ask to be this... Stars know we understand that.]” The baph said solemnly, making sure to speak in latin rather than let Vincent speak english when he’s having a bad brain day. “[Though I’m not the one to remove or swap em out for something else as much as ya want me to.]” well not yet, they haven’t figured that part out... If they did they’d get him to change his opinion on them so so quick.
But the hate towards him? It’s still there, still lingering about in their mind even if all of Vincent is theirs for the taking. They should be happy, should be glad, but still... There’s a lingering resentment towards him, that’s dying down the longer they’re near Vincent. Bug’s nose snorted a little making no comment about him knowing they still harbor this hate. Letting that be the silence speak for the demon.
“[ Let me ask ya something... And this is completely genuine, I ain’t mockin ya for trying to keep ya self grounded like this... But..?]”
The demon pauses and takes a squat next to him, their gote like pupil shifting around trying to pick the right words to say this. Bug’s maw open for a moment as it pulled into a hopeful smile.
“[What’s stopping you from giving in to it? What’s different now if you can explain? I could smell it was so cathartic when we fought tooth and nail... And that’s just it, I can only smell the emotions but not what’s causing it. You know I won’t delve into your mind for answers, after...]” They’ve gotten quiet and removed the hand that was on Vincent’s shoulder, just to clasp their other hand. “[I’m sure you remember.]”
#active roachie#dddisgusting#Bor: ya wanna go huntin vince? <:) maybe those badies are prime for a fighting.~#long post
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One liner prompts: 12- “To be fair, I did warn you.”
(Baph and Nuriel back at it again with another assassination attempt.)
“To be fair, I did warn you,”
“You said it would hurt a bit, not feel like tearing out my entire chest cavity!”
“Look,” Nuriel sighed, cleaning Baphomet’s wound. “If you can’t be bothered to at least attempt not to get killed every week, I can’t be bothered to make it clear how painful it’s going to be to fix it,”
Baphomet went to make a quip, but found he didn’t have one, and shut back up.
“There,” Nuriel said once she had finished dressing the wound. “Now, don’t go and get stabbed with a Hellfire blade again, and we won’t have to go through this again,”
“You make a hard offer there Nuriel,”
“You make it hard to find the will to keep dealing with you,”
“Aw, you know you still care about me,” Baphomet teased lightly.
“Dearly,”
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Some WicDiv 41 thoughts
(Spoilers)
Baal I respect you but sacrificing your mom is... something I don't understand. Love that his little sibling called him on it.
MY GIRL LAURA SAVING THE DAY, AMAZING I LOVE HER SO MUCH
Cass is ready to fuck shit up and I love that for her
LUCI IS BACK
I love how they didn't forget the relationship Lucifer and Laura had - like, some stories I've read, they forget things like that sometimes because there's so much else going on, but Wicdiv remembers what Lucifer means to Laura and I love that.
Cass is one of the most caring people in this series and it's so easy to forget that because of how much she hates so many people.
INANNA I MISSED YOU
TARA JUST WANTED TO SING I'M GOING TO CRY
Laura still loves Sahkmet and she's still upset about her death after almost being killed by her. I'm crying.
Tara... I love her. Words can't describe. She suffers so much. I hate how willing she was to go without a body but it makes so much sense after everything she's suffered and I love the writing but I hate it.
Inanna acknowledged Tara's suffering. Jon offered to make her a body. Tara told him he's sweet. It took 41 issues but people are finally being nice to her.
My boy Baph's got a slick new look and I love it.
@transnergal got me shipping Inanna and Baphomet so Inanna smiling at him and Baph saying "it's nice to see you" had me in tears.
I LOVE. THAT THIS SERIES. VALIDATES MALE VICTIMS OF ABUSE.
"All she ever did was kill the person you were." "Nah. That guy died with my parents." I'm sobbing.
"Don't make 'then' forever."
I love the little attention to details. How Baph looks a little pleased when he snaps Badb, or at least looks like he has no regrets about killing her. The little smile he has when he looks at Annie, because she was the kind one, the side who forgave (or would have) forgiven him. The sad somber look he has when killing Morrigan, because she's the main side of the Morrigan, whatever remains of the original Marian he loved.
Baph just looks so tired and my heart hurts for him.
(On a lighter note) They all look amazing. I think Luci got Badb's body, because of how her hair is red (also noticed that she still has the streak of black).
INANNA AND BAPH ARE HUGGING AND BAPH IS CRYING UGH thank you wicdiv for not forgetting the relationships characters had no matter how short the time they spent together was
Cass: "Listen up you fucks, if I'm willing to trust, then fucking so are you, now shut the fuck up and trust Laura."
Laura's crying. I hate that.
CASS WITH THE GLOWING EYES AND CROOKED SMIRK MY WIFE IS GOING TO FUCK SHIT UP AND I LOVE THAT FOR HER.
THE SYMBOLS ARE BACK AND WE'VE ONLY GOT 98 PROBLEMS NOW
#wicdiv spoilers#okay spoilers#the wicked + the divine#the wicked and the divine#wicdiv#laura wilson#persephone wicdiv#cassandra igarashi#urdr wicdiv#lucifer wicdiv#inanna wicdiv#tara wicdiv#baphomet wicdiv#mimir wicdiv#i'm saying stuff
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THE WICKED + THE DIVINE: 1923 AD AKA A WORK OF ART(IFICE)
This issue is the Peakiest of Peak Gillen -- Gillen to the Power of Peak to the Power of Peak, if you will, #MathisCool. It’s a comic book masterpiece of research, reference and storytelling and I’ve been so daunted at attempting to comment on that it’s taken me months to make the attempt. You only climb Everest once, people! (Shut your mouth, Nat Geo.)
WAGNER VERSUS WARHOL, FIGHT!
In format the issue involves a back and forth conversation/rap battle between high and low art. On the one hand, we have novelistic chapters rich with description. “The island looked like a threat, a fist of rock that had forced its way through the waves.” The island and Ananke both...
Then we cut to what at first glance seems like your standard comic book, but in fact is actually a riff on the early days of film, complete with title cards (which themselves get so silly the font might as well be comic sans #IllBeHereAllWeek) and everything shot in a wash of black, white and brown, except for the splashes of red at the scenes of death—victims’ blood, Lucifer’s apple, and my favorite, the red seaweed around Neptune.
Love that red seaweed.
The heart of the plot follows a similar back and forth, as the elitist “classic” artists, the TS Eliot/Ezra Pounds and Ginny Woolf-ish-types of the Pantheon, want to kill the more popular art types, the Shirley Temples and Buster Keatons and Robert Johnstons, to initiate a nightmare scenario that will supposedly give them control over the zeitgeist of the future. It’s an incredibly disturbing take on some of the giants of the early 20th century -- and one Gillen found based in fact.
It’s fascinating, too, for as much as the real object of venom is the truly popular artists, the movie star types with their simplistic narratives and opium for the masses, the elitists focus on killing figures who from our perspective sit far closer to them – Lucifer (F. Scott Fitzgerald), Poseidon (Ernest Hemingway), Dionysius (Pablo Picasso) and the Morrigan (James Joyce). I wonder if it’s something about the chaos those specific figures represent, the way that their particular forms of art end up undermining not only the structures but internal belief system of the modern world. If Baal-Et-Al’s idea is to work with Joe Goebbels to coopt pop culture for their own We Will Keep Control project, in a sense a Picasso or Joyce was doing the reverse, presenting in the formats of the elites only to deconstruct their validity. (Gillen’s notes on the Morrigan point in this direction. Also, his description of Set as coming off “a little like Tahani from The Good Place made me laugh out loud.)
In the end our good guys will stop the bad using their own popular media, film from a train, which was in real life the very first motion picture, and terrified people back in the day for exactly the reason that they feared the train was real and was going to leap off the screen and kill them all.
Writing perfection.
HISTORY IN REPETITION AND RHYME
As we’ve seen throughout these specials, we get lots of echoes between periods here. Lucifer is once again the first one killed, the Morrigan is once again a character all about voice and drama (I love his self-narration so much, please sir can I have a spin-off?), the Norns are still trying to figure everything out, Susanoo=Dandy Baphomet, complete with his own complicated dating relationship (those rings made out of light, though, such a pristine beauty of a moment that Baph never gets), and Woden is once again a gross racist hack misogynist -- that submarine has got to be phallic, right? -- who has stolen his tech powers from someone else to produce content that is entirely derivative while secretly playing the gods and being used by Ananke.
There is also another mechanical creature, “Little Brother”, which we see only for a few panels, and that is not nearly enough because it is an adorable looking flying squid. (SCREW YOU BABY SHARK, BABY FLYING SQUID IS EVERYTHING.) Ananke also works from her standard playbook here, the Prometheus Gambit – you can gain some life if you kill others, which Baal et al will then use for bat#!% crazy purposes, which of course is also part of her plan.
And Minerva is also once again a child who seems maybe to be working with Ananke. It’s clear right from the start that the whole Shirley Temple schtick, lots of Yays and Gollys, is just an act, part of her “character”. And we get a glimpse of the real her again at the end.
That doesn’t have to mean she’s in league with Ananke. (Just read the next arc; she’s totally in league with Ananke.) But she also comes to know what happened to Verdandi, when she wasn’t with the group that discovered him. (Dude: She’s totally in league with Ananke.) And it gives her an excuse to leave Morrigan at precisely the right moment for him to get murdered by Ananke. (Yes, exactly, because she’s in league with Ananke.) And she will kill Set herself without a second thought; it’s all still just hint and innuendo (UGH NO IT’S NOT STOP), but given what we’ve just learned in the present day that’s all we need for now.
Meanwhile Baal is in some ways the opposite of ours, a racist white elitist who dismisses James Baldwin-type Amon-Re as incapable of being an artist given his “nature”, and Set is her own thing too, a snobby name-dropping Virginia Woolf. Most intriguingly, the Norns have internal divisions that break them down, which make me worry a little bit for Cassandra and her friends.
Best take care of your family, Cassie. Remember, in #WicDiv no one is just a sidekick…
CREATURE(S) IN EBONY
This is the second special where the Fall of the Gods involves the introduction of a new being created by the gods by way of a classic Ananke “Definitely Don’t Do This (wink wink)”. In 1831, Lucifer and Morrigan resurrect Hades to create an energy vampire that after killing them merged with Woden Shelley to create Steam Punk Elsa. This time the being – again a woman – is described as “looking like some ancient ancestor of the Metropolitans, but made of living poetry and bleak lightning rather than simple metal.” Which sounds an awful like the 1831 Creature.
She also emerged from “an ebony luminescence with streaks of blue beyond blue”, which again, sounds a lot like Mary Shelley Elsa Frankenstein.
Almost 92 years later we’ve heard nothing from her. But Kieron never forgets anything, INCLUDING YOUR BIRTHDAY, SO WATCH OUT. What could this all possibly mean…
ANANKIERON CHRISTIE
For me the most interesting element of 1923, though, is everything to do with Ananke. We come into the special, like the last two, knowing she is our Big Bad (probably, I don’t know you guys, I think in the next arc Kieron’s going to make me feel bad for her and I don’t want to). (No worries, he didn’t, or did he, wait, there are two Anankes now, I don’t know, what?)
But here for the first time we enter into the story alongside her. In fact, in that very first shot it almost seems like she’s looking right at us.
Time’s running out, she’s got to get to the murder-y and behead-yness stat, and this time we get to watch her do it. Awesome!
It’s almost like we’re partners in the exercise, even; right before they’re about to go in for dinner and discover Lucifer Ananke seems to stop and look at us again.
Us and the millennia-old serial killer of children--High fives all around!
For the last 30+ issues I’ve been asking why Ananke is she always wearing a mask, and now finally I get it: just like the Pantheon, she is an actor giving a performance.
Here specifically she presents herself as a classic Agatha Christie protagonist, finding herself along with everyone else in the Remote Place version of a locked room murder mystery and slowly working to uncover the truth of what’s going on while others continue to die. And Then There Was Fun!
Except in fact Ananke is not The Marple but Christie herself, author of the entire series of events that happen, which makes this to my mind pretty much the greatest Christie story ever, and also reinforces the belief of All of Us that Jessica Beatrice Fletcher is the Greatest Fictional Serial Killer that Ever Lived.
But wait, though. Doesn’t that make Ananke basically…a writer? Like um, this guy…?
But that’s crazy. We’ve spent the last five years with him. He’s fine.
I mean yes, both he and Ananke fashion fictional Big Bads (Note: this issue has absolutely no trace nor mention of a Great Darkness, despite the fact that this entire Pantheon has been around almost to their Use By) and also Ways to Save the World which motivate the characters down paths which lead to their eventual destructions.
And okay, true, in this issue Kieron does spotlight/ridicule parts of the storytelling mechanic, the machines characters are always trying to find/build/repair as nonsense.
Such rituals are actually simple. It is about will and art. The machines…in my experience, they are little more than props. All that matters is your action and intent. They killed so the world would die. You die so the world can live.
But still, if we were to accept that Ananke is Just Kieron’s, er, Mask, then it’s like this whole time he’s been the one doing terrible things to all these characters, including the characters that he made me want to love.
And then this question which I’ve been chewing on since 455 AD, whether the characters can ever be free of the roles they’ve been assigned, in a sense becomes a question about whether they can ever escape not Her but Him…
Or what about us? The Audience. The ones that Jamie and Kieron and the others are creating this for.
This isn’t And Then There Were None, is it? No, this is Temple of Doom. Kieron may be Mola Ram, but I’m the Ever-Hungry, Never-Satisfied G--D-- Kali.
All along, Kieron has thrown in these moments where we get glimpses of the broader world, the way it feeds on the Pantheon. And I can get to the end of 1923 AD and say there’s a fascinating battle going on here about the ethics and/or violence of being a writer. But maybe there are also deeper questions being asked of me as a reader.
Maybe the issue begins with Ananke looking at me like that for a reason.
STOP IT, ANANKE. YOU’RE MAKING ME UNCOMFORTABLE. LOOK AWAY.
WORLD WARS, IRL AND URL
A last point: 1923 AD is unusual for the degree to which it is haunted by something external, aka war. Even as the story takes place in the effervescent champagne bubble oasis of the Roaring 20s, both the nightmare that was World War I and the possibility of another war which is somehow impossibly much much worse than it hangs over the characters. That’s an insightful take on the period, but also an awe-full twist on the sense of doom that we’ve witnessed in the 21st century Pantheon, their own personal oncoming catastrophes expanded to the scale of disaster for the whole world.
It makes me wonder whether the last act of The Wicked + The Divine will involve something of a similar scale, whether the underlying momentum of the book has not always been toward the culture of celebrity, insofar as it engenders adoration, mob-think and a lack of fundamental care for and curiosity in one another, as sign of our own massive social crisis. (See: Brexit. Trump. The Fights My Dad Gets in on Facebook.)
Are we doomed? Do I still have time to tweet a thread about it? I really think it could make a difference, you guys.
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-has been running up and down the halls in their baph form from the wee hours in the morning and been getting into headbutting fights with the copying machine. It's probably broken by now...-
-Oh shoot they ate some copying paper too!-
The agonized whirring and churning from the machine was enough to wake her up. She threw her bed covers back and hurried out into the main work area of her floor.
“What are you doing?!”
Marlise rushed over to copier and unplugged it as fast as she could, putting the poor thing out of its misery as she gave Bor a sharp glare. The copier gave gone last mechanical whine before shutting down.
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New WicDiv death predictions, as discussed with @ferronickel:
Dionysus: gets torn to pieces at the upcoming Saeculum, maybe or not at Woden’s machines’ hands with the Crowd a murder weapon for the sake of plausible deniability
Morrigan: will murder/suicide or suicide pact with Baphomet
Baph: see above
Sakhmet: Persephone is gonna kill her, mercy-killing or otherwise
Baal: either a larger suicide pact with Minerva and Amaterasu, or possible Persephone kills him/gets him killed protecting Sakhmet? not really as sure
Mini: assuming Baal doesn’t convince her to join a suicide pact, either she’ll die horribly somehow following his orders or have to witness him die horribly. Again, not as sure
Ammy: other than the possibility of a suicide pact I have no fucking clue. Maybe Cass murders her to get her shut up I dunno
And I think the finale of the series is gonna come down to Persephone, the Norns, and Woden and I have no idea how they’re gonna bite it or if they even are.
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kavi’s house
NULL - 10/03/2017
"Aww. Still in a mood? Baby, baby, I'm sorry. Please take me back." He hovers after Kavi. "If it makes you feel any better, picture me in panties. It's making me laugh on the inside."
Barbor - 10/03/2017
Bor flies up to land on the counter top but they dip away from their path and only managed to land on the side of it, they were having a giggle fit all the way there. "Oh sweet satan I don't think I can unsee that now, pff-aahahah!"
Lunch - 10/03/2017
"I'm not taking you back until I'm finished changing! Get your pantied ass OUT of my ROOM!" Kavi tried to not imagine it. They were TRYING to retain their foul mood and be all scowly. Unfortunately, it's failing fast, so they're doing their best to get Bill out before they break into giggling.
NULL - 10/03/2017
Bill backs out of the room, but giggles manically as he does so. Manical giggling in panties. You're seeing it. He knows you are.
Lunch - 10/03/2017
Kavi slams the door shut, then breaks into helpless laughter immediately, slumping against the wood as they wheeze.
Lunch - 10/03/2017
Kavi emerges a small while later with some new clothes on, as well as a backpack over their shoulder. "Right, good to go. Except for the mental image that just scarred my psyche, of course. Hop on up when you're ready, Bor!"
NULL - 10/03/2017
"Right, here are the locations!" A display opens on his "chest" area with the appropriate coordinates. From the cabins to the woods, apparently.
Lunch - 10/03/2017
Kavi leans in to stare at the ChesTV, memorizing it as best they can.
NULL - 10/03/2017
He displays some images of the areas as well, just be to sure.
Barbor - 10/03/2017
Bor isn't even paying attention, this isn't their job to do they're just tagging along to sight see and grab some grub. that's a half lie, they can't see the images, their vision both in bug and out is incredibly shitty
Lunch - 10/03/2017
"Right, think I got it." Kavi waits for Bor to board on up, then lifts their right forearm. They begin to trace a pattern of runes, mumbling soft nonsense words and frowning hard as they focus in and-- POOF.
Lunch - 10/05/2017
Kavi takes a moment from putting away groceries to step outside and SCREAM.
Barbor - 10/05/2017
Hears the scream and throws their voice to sound like it's coming from the forest, it almost sounded like it came from another human.
Lunch - 10/05/2017
Kavi RUNS OUT OF THEIR ROOM. They still have some weed pajama pants on and an overly large t-shirt with a ghost that says "I'M HERE FOR THE BOO-S". "LET'S DO IT."
Barbor - 10/05/2017
Barbor jumped off from the second floor balcony and roughly headbutts the door open, their tail thrashing from side to side excitingly. "FUCK YEAH! THOSE SQUIRRELS ARE GONNA GET IT!~"(edited)
Lunch - 10/05/2017
"GRAB ON." Kavi shoves their arm towards Bor, ready and raring to go.
Barbor - 10/05/2017
The baph dashes towards them and jumps in to the human's arms, sure they're heavy but Kavi has mechanical stuff attached to them, it shouldn't be too bad.
Lunch - 10/05/2017
Kavi's STRONK like Russian bull. They heft Bor over their head and activate the runic inscriptions on their arm, poofing the both of them away.
Lunch - 10/06/2017
Kavi is outside with a huge grill and a huge smoker. There's a fresh rack of unicorn ribs on the grill at the moment, drizzled in sauce and roasting away. UNICORN COOKOUT.
Barbor - 10/06/2017
The baphomet was sitting outside gnawing on a unicorn femur as they waited for those ribs to be done, and they heard of rumors of unicorn flesh tasting like your favorite thing in the world and boy they weren't kidding. "Oh man that stuff smells so goood~"
Lunch - 10/06/2017
"Right? Man, we should've done this sooner. Remind me to go on regular killing sprees, those steaks last night were the best thing I've ever had."
Barbor - 10/06/2017
snrk "Remind you?~ I'm gonna drag you along when ever I go hunting!~ But I gotta hunt more mythical beings though, it's way more rewarding then killing the normal stuff."(edited)
Lunch - 10/06/2017
"Hell yeah! What do you think we should try hunting next? I've got a cool new weapon design I wanna try out."
Barbor - 10/06/2017
"How cool are we talkin? like that sploody type of cool or something different entirely?" They tapped the bone on their chin in thought.
Lunch - 10/06/2017
"I dunno. Maybe a giant cyclops? It's based on a bow 'n arrow, dependant on energy rather than a projectile. Hoping it'll do less exploding so I can actually gather meat. Maybe it'll even cook it in the process!"
Barbor - 10/06/2017
The baph perked up their ears to hear that this new weapon could take on cyclops, even probably cook it "Damn that is pretty cool~... I'm actually torn between a manticore and that cyclops."
Lunch - 10/06/2017
"Ooooh, manticore sounds cool too..." Kavi rubs their chin thoughtfully with one hand, the other grabbing the ribs with some tongs and flipping them over. Sizzle sizzle. "Maybe we could take a look at some books and see what we wanna fight? Then we can make a list or somethin'. Maybe roll a dice to pick?"
Barbor - 10/06/2017
The demon's nose twitched and wibbled as the smell of the unicorn meat filled the air again, "I'm not gonna lie, but it sounds like we're making a hit-list of some sorts and that's fricken cool.~" "Make a list of twenty and roll to choose? Sounds good. Though what if some mythical police starts noticing this? What do?"(edited)
Lunch - 10/06/2017
"I mean, I've never heard of any kind of mythical police. Well, not any inter-dimensional ones, at least. I should be fine here." Kavi shrugs, pulling the ribs off the grill and plating them. Some corn cobs go on next. Gotta have veggies! Plus, roasted corn is the shit, man.
Barbor - 10/06/2017
"Haha, nice!~ This place is like our nice little hide out, grazie vuoto(thank you void)!~" they cheered while motioning their bone in the air gleefully the demon's stomach grumbled and seeing the human guard the meat like this they huffed and crossed their arms. Wait are they putting vegitables on the grill? EWW?
Lunch - 10/06/2017
"Hell yeah! Plus I can use some of that unicorn hair, maybe? Iunno." They shrug, turning the corn and banking the flames a tiny bit.
The grumbling stomach prompts a siiiiigh-- and they finally relent. Kavi tears off half of the rack and tosses them to Barbor. "Catch 'em!"
Barbor - 10/06/2017
The demon's floppy ears lifted up to hear the sigh and once those rib pieces start coming at them, Barbor leapt up and caught the ribs in their mouth. "* Grazie Kavi.~*" the ribs is gone bones and all, even the bones they were gnawing on is gone.
Lunch - 10/06/2017
"So, what's that you're speaking, by the way? Sounds a little familiar, but I'm not really recognizing the words. Close to spanish though, maybe?"
Barbor - 10/06/2017
"It's just italian, you were kinda close though, spanish and italian share a lot of similarities actually.~" nod nod.
Lunch - 10/06/2017
"Niiice! Is that your original language?" Kavi pulls the corn cobs off the grill and moves to a nearby lawn chair. They plop down with a hard cider, some ribs, and some corn. MONCH.
Barbor - 10/06/2017
This is a good picnic, what's better then eating something you killed the day before with friends? Not much?
"Yeah! It is, my old mom and pop wanted to teach us both languages would help more then just knowing one." Bor chuckled and grabbed themselves a bottle cider of their own. "How about you dude?"(edited)
Lunch - 10/06/2017
"Oooh, nice! Nah, I only know a bit of Latin. Useful when dealing with demons and ghosts, y'know? But I'm pretty useless when it comes to language." They give a bit of a sheepish smile, then start to tear into the ribs.
Barbor - 10/06/2017
"That's still cool though! I guess it means you can understand me when I say something demonic, hehe~" Bor took a swig of the hard cider, "I could teach you some more latin, well that's if you want it."
Lunch - 10/06/2017
"Sure, dude! I'd love that. Some Italian too, maybe? Then I can sound like one of those mobsters you wanna be." A cheeky grin is tossed towards Bor.
Barbor - 10/06/2017
"Hah, that'll be great! We'll be a couple of mobster goons working under a dapper ranch dorito~*" Snrk! it sounds so silly right now but these two just rallied some friends to kill some fancy horses for fun.
Lunch - 10/06/2017
"Hell yeah! I bet I could make us some tommy guns or something..." Kavi taps their chin and mumbles to themself, something about mechanics of rapid-fire energy projectiles.
Barbor - 10/06/2017
"Oh man, I remember using that on a person who thought it was a good idea to send a "message" to my dad by killing me and my sibs," the baph placed their hands on their cheeks and purred delightfully. "That man was riddled with holes when we were finished with him, dude.~"
Lunch - 10/06/2017
"Then we could do some real drive by's! Pewpewpew!" Kavi mimes shooting a tommy-gun, using a rib bone as a prop. "You ever give someone cement shoes, dude? That's like, the one I always hear about when someone talks about mobsters."
Barbor - 10/06/2017
"YES!~" they pound on the table but not enough to disturb the human eating, "Fuck yeah for real drive by's!!" "Oh the cement shoes? Kinda, I didn't do it per-say? I was there to see it happen though, but it was only only a hand full of times since my dad isn't fond of putting dead guys in water, he felt it might be too easy for cops to find the dead body if they're looking hard enough."(edited)
Lunch - 10/06/2017
"Niiice. I can see why it might be too messy, though. Eventually the muscles around the leg will rot and the rest of the body will pop free and float away. That, or a fisherman catches 'em." Kavi snickers at the thought.
Barbor - 10/07/2017
"Dude, that's usually the case and whenever one comes floating up in the river some of us would wonder 'Shit, is that one of ours?'" The demon cackles before taking another swig of the cider. "But thankfully no fishermen found any, it still could be the case though! Most were smart enough to keep their mouth shut."
Lunch - 10/07/2017
Kavi shakes their head, immensely amused. "Can you imagine? Going out for a nice bit of fishing and BLAM. You hook into some poor dead fuck's rotting nose holes and think you've caught the big one, then have the shit scared out of you when you finally land it."
Barbor - 10/07/2017
The demon was so close to drinking off the rest of their hard cider but they burst out laughing as they imagine such a scene happening. Sure they'd be scared shirtless of it playing out that way when they were human, although now it sounds like a great prank to use on a mortal when they're bored. "Kavi, holy fuck! That's hilarious!~"
Lunch - 10/15/2017
--- Kavi is in a kitchen that seems to have straight up exploded. There's butter and sugar everywhere, at least 5 ruined pans in the sink coated in black ooze, and one perfect pan of delicious looking caramel on the stove. They're currently grabbing some pretzels and chocolate and marshmallows to dip in the caramel.
Barbor - 10/15/2017
Barbor trotted over to where the smell was coming from and when they got to the kitchen, the demon's nose was assaulted by the smell of caramel, failed attempts at caramel, and ingredients to make the stuff. They were so confused, what kind of cooking battle went down in here? "Kavi? Why do I smell butter on roof? How did you even manage that??"(edited)
Lunch - 10/15/2017
"Uhhhhh. I might have taken some drastic measures with attempt number three to try and stop the damn sugar from seizing up. And by drastic I mean really drastic. Explosions. I used explosions." Kavi's wearing the tattered remains of a 'KISS THE COOK('S ASS)' apron that's still somewhat on fire, but they're positively beaming over at the baphomet regardless. "But I got it right this time! Dude, lookit that. It's like, fuckin' perfect."
Barbor - 10/15/2017
The baphomet's constant smile grew a little bit, showing their teeth just a bit is a good indication that they were beaming over this too. Explosions. They used fricken explotions to make this stuff. "You're insane you know that?" bor said that in the most lighthearted way possible, they came over and took a pretzel to dunk it in the sause. They gave it a taste... their ears perk up in suprise. "YOOOO!~ YOU DID IT!~ This is spot on!~"
Lunch - 10/16/2017
"Pretty sure that's true in every sense of the word." Kavi gave him a very big, very cheeky grin, which quickly just turned into proud beaming at the praise. "TOLD YOU, DUDE! This shit is legit! I'm glad I didn't give up on that last try, this shit tastes amazing! Dude, try doing this--" Kavi grabs a pretzel stick and stabs a marshmallow with it, then dunks both of them into the sauce. Once they're good and covered, they pull them back out and shove that straight into their face, dripping caramel everywhere in the process.
Barbor - 10/16/2017
The demon tilted their head curiously to see what they were picking up, it looks like it was a pretzel stick and... A marshmellow!~ If this goat could do those sparkly eyes right now they would, it's really getting hard not to just shove their face into the pot itself. "That's genius!~ I wanna try that~"
They picked up a stick and a marshmellow to dunk it inside the caramel, but instead of dunking the marshmellow part in the pot Barbor dunked their hand into it too along with the snack. "...Shit." they totally ment to do that.(edited)
Lunch - 10/16/2017
Kavi cackles with amusement, reaching over and ruffling the top of Bor's head. "Just stick your whole hand in your mouth, dude. I'm not gonna judge you, I'd prolly do that too." In fact, they do that right now. Grab a chocolate bar, stuff their entire hand into the caramel, then pull it out and shove that hand into their mouth.
Barbor - 10/16/2017
Not getting reprimanded by a friend? Good shit right there! If this place wasn't messy already the demon removed their hand from the pot and made a mess like how Kavi did before. The goat demon was purring from having their head raffled but it got louder when they put their entire hand in their mouth along with their dipping pretzelmellow snack. It's hard not to nic themselves on teeth like barbor's but it's worth it the trouble for this yummy gooey goodness~
Lunch - 10/16/2017
Kavi's probably going to regret all this mess later but OH WELL. They're having fun right now and that's what matters. They show Bor how to melt a tiny circle in the chocolate by warming up the pretzel with some flames from the stove, then add it to the marshmallow kabob. "It's like a smore, almost!"
Barbor - 10/16/2017
Holy fuck, this human just blew this demons's mind! The demon took their hand out their mouth and exclaimed "YOOO! What the heck! No 'almost' all smores are good, this one included!" "...Wait, what if we coat the entire thing in melted chocolate?"
Lunch - 10/16/2017
"Duuuuude! Hell yes! Let's try that!" Kavi scrambles around for another saucepan, tossing a bunch of the chocolate bars inside.
Barbor - 10/16/2017
While Kavi is melting the chocolate, bor is getting the kabobs ready with the occasional crunch of a pretzel or two. "The smore kabobs are ready for dipping!~"
Lunch - 10/16/2017
"Chocolate is ready! I think! Good enough or whatever." Kavi shrugs, then eagerly snatches up a handful of the kabobs and shoves the handful into the chocolate, though making sure their entire hand doesn't go in. Shit's hot, yo. Then into the caramel it goes! There's some mixing going on now, but oh well. SHOVES THAT SHIT RIGHT INTO THEM MOUTH. NOM."MMMM."
Barbor - 10/16/2017
Bor however used their telekinesis to lift up a glob of caramel and melted chocolate out of both pots, the two orbs came together just as they spear it with the kabobs. Regardless if the chocolate was hot or not the baph is gonna eat it in one bite. If this demon could melt they would right now, it's THAT DELICIOUS!~ They didn't say anything but let out a delighted whimpers and bleats.
Lunch - 10/16/2017
They're gonna get sugar highs at this rate, but Kavi don't care. Kavi don't care about nothing right now, except this delicious shit right here. SO MUCH FACE STUFFING.
Barbor - 10/16/2017
Even with a bunch of molten chocolate and caramel sauces coated kabobs stuffed in their mouth, Bor wanted to try other snacks with it too. So this demon raided Kavi's cabinets for chips, and once they got the lays chips this beast just pours the entire bag in there! IN BOTH PANS!!
Lunch - 10/16/2017
GLORIOUS FOOD CHAOS. Kavi cheers him on and shovels some of those chips into their mouth. HECK YEAH, SALTY AND SWEET UP IN THIS MOUTH.
Barbor - 10/16/2017
This whole feeding frenzy was clearly getting out of hand AND ITS FRICKEN WORTH IT!~ They don't even smell the failed attempts of caramel around the kitchen, hell why would they waste the chip bag too? The baph dunk it in the chocolate and ate that too! Man the stomach aches is gonna be a killer after this
Lunch - 10/16/2017
This kitchen has turned to MADNESS. Tasty, tasty madness. They're probably going to both be covered in caramel and chocolate and various other unidentifiable food bits by the end of this. Kavi already has somehow managed to get chocolate into their hair.
Barbor - 10/16/2017
Jelly beans some how made it into this abomination of a snack fest, where did this goat get jelly beans and why is it sticking onto their cheeks?? They didn't even move from their spot and why is there so much chocolate and caramel sauce? Is this boi duplicating the stuff? THEY ARE! OH DEAR SATAN THEY ARE!
Lunch - 10/25/2017
Kavi bursts out of their room and runs to the fridge, ripping it open. Thankfully, nothing ever bothers to rot while it's inside their little domain, so all the food they'd made earlier can just be pulled out. The only reason they asked everyone to wait a couple of seconds was because they have to shove all the dirty pots and pans off the counter and into the sink. Eh....they'll get to them eventually. Plus there's a few things that need to warm up. They lay out a literal crapload of food, using one of the weird gadgets in their belt to zap stuff like the pizza back into the 'fresh out of the oven' range. You name it, it's here. This is one serious spread. But once again, nothing ages here, so none of it will go bad if it's not eaten.
Barbor - 10/25/2017
Bor scampers in rather quickly, they knocked into a junk pile or a chair occationally while they'd head for the kitchen. And It seems that they were already ahead of the game, there was a big king sized chocolate chip cookie in their maw. The baphoment didn't really bother to eat it fully until he head made it towards the counter to pick up some soda and a good slab of peppered jerky cuz he needed a good chew once in awhile.
Snark MUNCH CRUNCH, there goes the cookie and full can of soda, and yes even the can itself.
NULL - 10/25/2017
Bill pops it and tosses his hands into the air. "Boy am I hungry! Ahahaha! That's a lie! Can you imagine? I'm just saying human things for fun." He floats over to the flood, eyeing it curiously. It doesn't appeal that much yet. Maybe once he's in a vessle that benefits from it that'll change.
Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017
There's a crackle and POP as Ribbons follows Bill in, tracing Devro's ribbon to get her. She looks like a mostly normal human right now, thanks to her extensive glamour. "heya!"
Lunch - 10/25/2017
Kavi rolls both eyes, offering a hand out to Bill. "Get in here, you obtuse. The whole point of this was to let you try food, s'what we discussed, remember?" The other hand waves to Ribbons, then reaches out to give the top of Bor's head an affectionate ruffle. "Heya folks, feel free to stuff your gobs. I got booze too if you want it."
Barbor - 10/25/2017
Bor bleats a muffled greeting to Ribbons and Bill while they chew and gnaw on the jerky, they're so glad that most of this stuff wont make him feel full any time soon.
NULL - 10/25/2017
"Oh right. Okay! This might take a minute since you've got anti-possession measures in place, but since you've shaken my hand before I should be able to bypass them." He takes Kavi's hand with a bright flash of blue flame, then melds into them, leaving a small stone statue of himself behind in his place....yeah this is going to take a while. (3 possession)
Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017
"thanks luv. booze's always welcome." Ribbons goes to grab some noms, zeroing in on any chocolate around.
Lunch - 10/25/2017
Kavi shakes Bill's hand, then zones out. They try to help him get around the security they've laced into their body, but it's tough going. ( 6 help ) Meanwhile, there's definitely chocolate on the counter! There's a giant pot of melted down chocolate right next to a vat of homemade caramel sauce. Lots of little toothpicks surround it, with various things on the end to dunk in; brownie bites, pretzels, marshmallows, angel food cake, frozen squares of cheesecake, popcorn. You name it!
Barbor - 10/25/2017
The demon had an idea to get a medium sized bowl to put at least two or one of everything including a scoop or two of ice cream, cuz they know they're gonna just keep coming back to the table for some more. After getting it filled they went in face first and chow down.~
NULL - 10/25/2017
It takes a while, but eventually, Bill's in! He blinks Kavi's eyes a couple of times and they turn a bright yellow with his very own slitted black pupils. A stiff, unnatural smile spreads across their shared face as he takes a few deep breaths and tries not to fall over. Their legs seem to help him keep steady, unlike the wobbly, fleshy legs most humans have.
Lunch - 10/25/2017
Yep! The actuators and pistons in the legs work overtime to keep Bill standing. This doesn't keep Kavi from being extremely amused in the back of their own mind, though.
Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017
Ribbons takes care not to inhale food like most Doves would, savoring it instead. Hey she had two years of not starving. She has manners. Not to mention cheesecake-brownie-caramel is to be savored.(edited)
NULL - 10/25/2017
Bill takes care not to snuff Kavi out completely. They're able to act if they please. This is co-op time, unless they'd rather stay in the background to avoid conflicting actions. He's practiced at this though, able to predict his host's actions through their thoughts and compensate that way. "Oh boy! This is still as fun as I remember." He gets them steady in front of the table and takes in the sight and smell of all the food. He's not sure where to start!
Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017
chocolate-covered cheesecake bite is offered by the chocolate fiend.
Lunch - 10/25/2017
Kavi had to take a little bit to get used to the sensations, mostly. Once they've re-acquainted themselves with their own body plus one, they reach out and grab up a slice of fresh watermelon and take a big ole' hunking bite. Chewed, swallowed, then they hand the reins over to let him try the cheesecake.
NULL - 10/25/2017
Cheesecake, bitten. He doesn't quite understand how to swallow with this kind of throat. Assuming that Kavi helps him with that, he manages with only a little trouble. For the most part, Kavi's preferences are passed to him. Same body, same taste buds, same chemical responses, with only a few exceptions. Bill is usually drawn more towards the sting spicy and sour foods more than his hosts.
Barbor - 10/25/2017
The bowl of snacks they've made was gone in a matter of minutes and now they're refilling it with their favorite snack, fruit cocktail with the charries~ they got back into their roach body for this and plopped into the mini pool of the syrupy goodness.
Lunch - 10/25/2017
"Booze is in the cabinet, I've got all kinds. Feel free to make something for yourself, Ribbons. Bor, what the fuck dude." Amused snorting. "Guess you're feeling cherry good in that." Kavi's not too fond of the sour, but spicy definitely seems to appeal to them. Once they notice that Bill seems to like it as well, they grab a couple habaneros and chow down, then pass the reins fully over to Bill to check the reactions, grinning the whole while. (They also make sure to help with swallowing. Gotta stay alive and all that. )
NULL - 10/25/2017
Straight peppers? Their eyes water up, and just when it looks like they're about to cry, Bill's laughter emerges from deep in their chest instead. It's a good laugh. An annoying laugh with some evil undertones, but when he's having a good time, everybody knows it. "Wow! Wooh... oh boy. Oops! Uh oh! Oh no!" He's laughing and wheezing, holding their gut all red-faced and a little... something else.
Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017
Ribbon's eyebrows shoot up and there's maybe an ERROR or two flashing over her before she averts her eyes and goes back to stuffing her face. Cake? CAKE.
Barbor - 10/25/2017
The little roachie chuckled at the pun and decided to throw one in for themselves, but they were cut off to see Bivi laughing up a storm, and to them it's a type of contagious laugh to get them into a giggle fit too.
Lunch - 10/25/2017
Kavi's laughing too much inside their mind to do much of any directing at the moment.
NULL - 10/25/2017
Alright, so he crunches down on one more raw pepper, letting the seeds sit on their tongue and burn away at it before swallowing all by himself. As inexperienced as he is, he's a quick learner. "Oh man. Now that was something new. Is there anything else that hits that hard?"
Barbor - 10/25/2017
"OH OH OH! TRY THE GHOST PEPPER!~" Bor screed while flailing their little legs!(edited)
Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017
"yeah, yeah that'll probably do ya if ya like that."
Lunch - 10/25/2017
"Oooh, I was gonna grab something else, but that's a good idea." Kavi's back and grinning at Bor. They go to the pantry and grab a tightly sealed jar. It's popped open carefully, and one single ghost pepper is pulled out and popped into their mouth. Whole. REINS GO BACK TO BILL.
NULL - 10/25/2017
Metal or not, those legs get shaky. Their sinuses start clearing out and Bill doesn't know what to do about that. FACE LIQUID? WEIRD. KIND OF GROSS. He sits down, plunks their forehead into the table, and makes some noises of intense mixed feelings.
Lunch - 10/25/2017
Kavi returns for one quick moment to request a napkin for the face liquids, pointing out the pile to Bor and Ribbons, then disappearing instantly. Flop goes the arm.(edited)
Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017
Ribbons reached over to gently patpat Bivi's back. There there, you poor masochistic fucker.
Barbor - 10/25/2017
Barbor is having a fine ol time, who knew watching a dream demon's reaction to new hot stuff was so entertaining? "Are you guys okay??"
NULL - 10/25/2017
"I'm great! Never been better!" As difficult as that was to say, it sounds sincere. He's doing pretty great. "I didn't think the point of eating was to experience extreme levels of pain, but hey! Who am I to complain?"
Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017
"usually it's to experience extreme levels of pleasure but y'know, whatever floats your boat."
Barbor - 10/25/2017
"both is good! I ate some boiling caramel and that fuckin fun!"
Lunch - 10/25/2017
"It's not, I just thought your reactions would be hilarious. And I was right!" Sniggers, then stands and walks back over to the counter. "Pain, pleasure, same thing. My nervous signals are fucked to hell anyways. One last thing to try..."
They grab a bottle of really really spicy cinnamon whiskey and chug. Not the whole thing, but a few good swallows. It probably feels GREAT in the mouth that just got tenderized by capcaisin.
Barbor - 10/25/2017
"Hey can you pour some of that into the bowl here? it'd be nice to have this stuff spiked a bit!~"
NULL - 10/25/2017
Bill presses a free hand to the side of their head and tugs at their hair a little. As soon as that whiskey's swallowed he's panting, lolling their tongue with watery, half-lidded eyes and a far off look on their face. This was weird from the start, but he's making it weirder, as he's prone to doing simply by existing at any given point in space and time. "More tingly stuff? That feels warm all the way down. I'm-"(edited)
Lunch - 10/25/2017
Kavi sniggers after he's finished speaking, turning and pouring a little of the whiskey into Bor's tiny swimming pool. "Sure thing, my dude." They set the bottle down, then that weird look returns as the reins are given back over to Bill.
Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017
Ribbons looks for something a bit smoother to mix in with soda. Rum and orange soda if she can find it.
Barbor - 10/25/2017
"Thanks!~" Bor stood on a peach boat and slurped up the sweet and spicy mixture. "OOooh man that's yummy~."
Lunch - 10/25/2017
There's some nice Bacardi in the cupboard and Fanta in the fridge for Ribbons!
NULL - 10/25/2017
Bill takes another chug of the whiskey all on his own. He's never been drunk in a human body before, and probably doesn't even recognize that that's where this is leading. Oops. His pupils fizzle for a moment then refocus with a smaller laugh that borders on a giggle.
Barbor - 10/25/2017
the bug lets out a small click while they're considering something, but after a minute of debating it the demon poofed up a bottle of Absinthe on the table. "hey try this too~"
Deve/Jenn - 10/25/2017
"oh boy. this oughta be good." She takes a good swig of hers. "oh, Bor, try this. tastes like an orange cream icecream bar."
NULL - 10/25/2017
Bill lets out a sharp gasp! "It's my second favorite color!" He takes Bor's advice, the brilliant dumbass, and has a big swallow of the Absinthe. He likes it so much that he tucks the bottle against their chest. It belongs to him now. All of it.(edited)
Barbor - 10/25/2017
The moment she said orange cream, he was already flying over to ribbons and dipping their head into the cup. They gasped softly in amazement "T-This is great!!" They dunk their head in again to take another sip
Lunch - 10/25/2017
Kavi groans. Ew, licorice. "You're only allowed to drink that one while you're in charge. Licorice tastes so bad."
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I was working at a stable once and started feeling a lil existential and I asked one of the guys near me how he knew we were real and he sighed and told me I was putting Descartes before the horse
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Resbang 2017 partnership lineup!
Thank you everyone for your help in keeping us organized and badass! We’re so excited to see everyone’s creativity come out of the woodwork. Here’s what our resbang projects look like this season. Please get your pompoms ready to cheer our resbangers on, and stay tuned for individual fic promos and summaries in the future!
Tenderly Touched by the Massively Muscled
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with artist: Peregrine
and artist: Sojustifiable
Red Roofs - A Rap Story
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Shivah
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with artist: Macabremermaid
Lost and Found
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with collaborating artists: Fabioangela & Feather97
and artist: Ahshesgone
New Message
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with artist: Tilliquoi
and artist: Macabremermaid
Stars Beyond The Horizon
by author: Psychadelicrose
with artist: Happyisahabit
and artist: Soundofez
Bouquet Garni
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with artist: Guacamole
and artist: Soulheart
A Little Town Called Death
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with artist: Thesoundofez
Summer Lovin
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with artist: Gunningtwice
Travellers Lost
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with artist: Strawberrymeister
my soul, your beats!
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with artist: DryWavelength
and artist: Swordbreaker
Close Your Eyes
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with artist: Mak (mrsashketchum)
i’ve got a touch aversion and a stray cat that says you should shut your mouth
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with artist: Sojustifiable
and artist: Nsart
Summer’s On Its Deathbed
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with artist: Alliope
and artist: DryWavelength
The Diamond in the Rough
by author: Silly-Twin-Stars
with artist: Sandman
and artist: Guacamole
Nightshade
by author: Eibon
with artist: Aetherium
and artist: Foxi
No Rest for the Wicked
by author: Khaleesimaka
with artist: Sigsev
Now the Night Rises
by author: Lunarresonance
with artist: Snailpals
and artist: Nori
If you only run for cover, it’s a waste of time
by author: Victoriapyrrhi
with artist: Verix
Fever Dream
by author: Emiralnova
with artist: Meeb
and artist: Gopher
soul to trade
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with artist: Aer (thefishywitch)
and artist: Marsh of Sleep
Steady Hands, Steady Heart
by author: Toooceanblue
with artist: Baph
This Spooky Shit Will Fuck You Up
by authors: Bones & Marsh of Sleep
with artist: Abbey
and artist: Rogha
America’s Suitehearts
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with artist: Soulevansvevo
and artist: Missmadammemoirs
the dying of the light
by author: Thebrightestfell
with artist: Ameliarose
and artist: Trashprincess
Bloom
by author: DryWavelength
with artist: The_noctivigant
and artist: sarahdoodles
The Downfall
by author: Starshearted
with artist: Soulheart
and artist: Chichi
breathe in, breathe deep
by author: Soundofez
with artist: Treeofjessie
To the Ends of the Earth and Back
by author: Tamashii_resonance
with artist: Kara_jayne
made, not born
by author: Chaoticlivi
with artist: Nikowl
and artist: Tofupuff
The Lost Warrior
by author: ADdude
with artist: Oakwoodouroboros
The Initiate
by author: Fullmetalgrigori
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by author: DemonRider404
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by author: QuantamTheory1
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by author: Saucey and spicey
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by author: Soundofez
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by author: OFSA
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by author: Alliope
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by authors: Sparkofstorm and Karmahope
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Do you ever think about how a lot of people that find dead bodies describe thinking it was a mannequin (it's never a mannequin) with the implication being that a dead body no longer looks human to us and that furthermore the phenomenon of the uncanny valley makes people uncomfortable around things that are almost human but Aren't and how that's likely an evolutionary holdover that made our ancestors recognize a dead body as something dangerous (there is likely to be something threatening to life here) and that's likely in part why a fear of dead things is so pervasive.
#i was looking at Astarion and wondering if vampires would trigger that or if theyre “alive” enough that its fine#baph bleats#baph shut up
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You know something. Having completed several of the bg3 romances I am genuinely impressed at how many characters are shown or outright say they do oral, especially on female Tavs. Women receiving oral sex is still treated as taboo and there are several instances where it is made abundantly clear that oral sex is visibly happening (Halsin [giving], Lae'zel [receiving]) or spoken about openly (Gale [giving]).
I've only played female characters so I can't speak as to what changes based on male Tavs but I just want to give a massive round of applause to Larian for depicting female oral sex.
Female sexuality is not taboo!!! Eating pussy is no more graphic than sucking dick!!!
#baph bleats#baph shut up#gamer goat girl cred#baph's bad at games#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#bg3
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so i accidentally discovered a reference to The Police in Overwatch
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I don't like the phrase "write what you know" because can you imagine how boring literature would be if we all just wrote about our lived experiences. Fantasy as a genre would just not exist. Write what you want actually.
#baph bleats#this isnt meant to be 100% serious just a thought that popped in my head#baph shut up#obviously research where you can and be respectful of certain topics but like. write what you wanna write.
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Brits manage to have the most whimsical vacuum cleaner known to man and dully him :( just look at him
He is just a small boy!!! They're bullying a child
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