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hi i love ur writings so so much i’m so sorry this idea is rushed but i hope its enough
abbot family is trying to encourage melissa to “get back out there” and meet people after everything she’s been through. she brushes them off constantly until they stage an intervention during lunch and even barb is concerned for her work wife. melissa leaves this lunch with some big feelings because little does everyone know melissa has been seeing someone this whole time. comes home to reader smoking a joint while cooking in the kitchen and reader says something along the lines of “you look like you could use this more than me” and they make a plan together to introduce reader to everyone at a 4th of july bbq
you gonna get what you ask for 🤪 Not edited in the slightest. I got places to be and people to see
Intervention
WC: ~2.35k
It’s been a year and a half since Melissa Schemmenti publicly said no to a marriage proposal. A year and a half since the fiery redhead had gone out with anyone, and she really doesn’t have any plans to start dating again- at least that’s what the Abbott crew thinks.
The truth is, the second grade teacher has been seeing you since the night she went to the casino and bar to blow off some steam after reuniting with Gary to return his things and get her stuff back.
You were at one of the slot machines when the redhead passed by you, laughing.
“What’s so funny, Red?” you asked as you looked up at her.
“You ain’t gonna win no money that way,” the woman stopped in her tracks to tell you. “C’mon. Let me show you how it’s done.”
That night, you stuck by her side as you watched her win thousands of dollars at one table alone, clearing out quite a few men.
It’s late when she finally threw in the towel. She offered to walk you out to you car, and you took her hand in your own.
“So,” you exhaled a small cloud of smoke from the cigarette the two of you were sharing. “What are you gonna do with all that money you just won, pretty lady?”
“Take you out on a date,” Melissa had replied cooly. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven?”
Neither of you looked back.
That was a year and three months ago. While your side of the family knew of your relationship with the teacher (and they absolutely adore her), her crew doesn’t have a single clue of your existence or rather large presence in Melissa’s life- despite the fact that you were now living together and your lives were intertwined.
So whenever anyone at Abbott tells Melissa that they found someone they think she might fancy, she just brushes them off.
“Janine, no offense, but if you think someone is worth dating, I would find them to be-”
“Hey,” Gregory cuts her off.
Melissa just shrugs. “My case in point. Greg, you know I love you like the black son I never had, but you’re boring as hell.”
“Ava, I am not about to go clubbing with you to pick up a man fifteen years my junior,” the redhead rolls her eyes.
“C’mon,” the principal chuckles. “They fun! They’re like energizer bunnies.”
“I barely have the energy to stand and get the remote from the other side of the room,” Melissa retorts as she opens her bottle of iced tea.
“I think you would like him!” Jacob pleads. “He saw your picture and said you were fine.”
“I am fine,” Melissa states, gesturing to her figure. “And I’m just as fine without a partner.”
It’s gotten to the point that even Barbara is concerned about her friend’s adamant denial to get herself back out there. So, the day that Melissa has recess duty, she brings it up to her coworkers.
“Now listen, I am not usually one for meddling in someone else’s love life, but don’t you think it’s concerning that Melissa flat out refuses to even attempt to put herself back out there?” the kindergarten teacher asks to the faculty room.
“Weird as hell,” Ava waltzes in, but having heard the question decides to chime in. “But aye, good for Schemmenti, realizing she don’t need no man in life.”
“I just find it odd…” Barbara taps her chin. “Melissa, while one with a tough exterior, loves love. She’s always wanted someone to spend her time with.”
“Maybe we should stage an intervention,” Jacob suggests. “To really show her that she’s good and healed from the failed proposal and to get back out there.
Gregory looks mildly impressed with that suggestion. “That might work.”
They have no idea that the entire time she’s supposed to be out monitoring the children on the blacktop, she’s smiling down at her phone like an idiot talking to you.
And when she comes home that day, she fully goes through with the things you two had texted about earlier.
The Abbott crew plans an intervention for Melissa- a banner, letters, all of it. When she comes into the staff room, smiling down at a midday text you had sent her, the rest of her colleagues are standing by the couch, looking somber.
“Fuck. Who died?” Melissa’s smile drops immediately.
“No one died, Melissa,” Barbara states.
“But we think a part of you might have,” Janine says dramatically, somberly.
“What the hell are youse talkin’ about?” thee redhead rolls her eyes.
“Melissa, dear,” Barbara says softly, calmly. She makes her way over to her friend and takes her by the hand to guide her towards the seat they had put in the middle of the room.
One by one, they read the letters that they had all written, expressing their concern for their favorite fiery Italian teacher.
“Melissa,” the kindergarten teacher finishes up. “We all love you dearly, and while we understand that it takes some time to get over the heartache that Gary caused, this is a bit extreme. We are worried.”
“An’ I appreciate the thought and care that you guys put into this,” Melissa tells them with a sigh. “But I promise youse: I’m fine. I don’t need to get back out there.” She almost adds on that it’s because she’s happily seeing someone, and has been since three months after her split from the guy that filled the vending machine.
“Just… know that we’re all here through all of your seasons,” Jacob tells her. “The good, the bad, and the ugly.”
“We do care about you,” Janine says softly, and she offers the redhead a hug. Melissa doesn’t necessarily want to embrace the shorter woman, but she goes into the arms of her colleague.
Gregory just gives her a nod that conveys his love for his coworker, to which she smirks and nods right back in his direction.
“Now, can we eat lunch?” the redhead chuckles.
As the day passes on, Melissa comes to realize just how much her coworkers care for her- their gesture, albeit absolutely ridiculous and dramatic, was heartfelt and full of love. Maybe she should just come clean about the relationship she’s in. Or she could just buy them all some Philly soft pretzels and soda instead to thank them. Yeah… that’s what she’ll do for now before she can talk to you about how the two of you want to go public about your being together.
She orders the pretzels to be delivered to the school before the day is done, and when everyone is reconvening back in the faculty room to grab their lunch bags before heading home, Melissa makes sure she’s the first one down there. She has the box on one of the tables, along with a some cans of soda. Whatever they don’t take, the redhead knows will be eaten and drank at home.
“Oi,” she calls to her friends. “Come get a pretzel and a soda as my thanks for carin’ about me so much.”
They all light up at the sight of the gesture, aside from Gregory.
“I do not like pretzels, or soda, and for that reason I will not take one,” the man says as his friends dive in. “But thank you.”
Melissa rolls her eyes. “I figured you would say that. Which is why I got you a bag of peanuts and a water.”
He looks mildly impressed and takes the offered items gratefully.
Once again, they all voice their love and care for the woman that gave them a salty treat before heading out for the night. Everyone except for Barbara. She waits for Melissa to clean up and gather her things before walking out with the woman.
“That was very sweet of you,” the kindergarten teacher nudges her friend.
Melissa huffs. “Oi. Don’t knock me like that.” She readjusts her grip on the small box of pretzels before sighing. “But it was just a thank you for caring.”
“We care about you a lot more than you know,” Barbara smiles. “And just so you know… you are a Philly eleven, and I do think you should get yourself back out there. I know it can be scary to put your heart back out there, but even if it ends in heartbreak and a few smashed in headlights, I will always be here to help you pick up the pieces.”
“I know, Barb,” the redhead says softly, so out of character. “Thank you.”
“Think about it!” the older woman says as she parts and heads off in the direction of her car.
With a sigh, Melissa unlocks her car and gets everything settled before slumping into the front seat.
Coming home with a treat, she texts you.
Is it you? You reply back.
She chuckles at that. She can practically see the smirk written on your face. You’ll see.
When she pulls in, she can smell you before she sees you. You’re clearing smoking, but she can also smell the delicious dinner that you’re making.
The redhead makes her way into the house, deep in thought of how much her friends are looking out for her, and attempting to piece together how to approach you about the topic of coming out.
It’s odd. Your girlfriend makes her way into the kitchen and places the box of pretzels down, but she doesn’t make her way over to you the way that she usually does. Instead, she’s looking down at the food, brows furrowed and deep in thought.
You turn the burner down to ensure that the food won’t burn or bubble over before making your way behind Melissa. You wrap the arm that isn’t holding the joint around her waist before holding it up to her lips and offering her some. Even in your somewhat inebriated state, you know something is up with her.
“You look like you could use this more than me,” you chuckle softly.
She shrugs, but does take a hit before blowing the smoke out.
“Hard day?” you ask her gently. “Need to be taken care of?”
Again, she shrugs. She doesn’t really know what to say. This is so unlike Melissa. Usually, she comes in huffing about the ridiculous antics of her boss, she bounces on her toes when she tells you the sweet things the kids had done or said, and she is more than willing to dish out the tea that was spilled in the staff lounge earlier that day.
“Mel?” you ask softly, taking a cheek in your hand and cupping it gently. You force her to look at you. “What happened today?”
She laughs softly, before full out cackling. This sudden change in mood startles you.
“Mel, babe, you’re scaring me,” you tell her. “What happened?”
She sits down and plucks the joint out of your hand. “The crew planned an intervention for me,” she tells you with a chuckle as you go back over to the stove.
You turn. “Oh?”
She nods, a playful smirk on her face.
“For?” you raise a brow. You turn your attention back to dinner. “Can I guess?”
“Sure, hun,” she laughs as she takes another drag.
“The aggression that you email the parents with?” No. “The heeled boots hitting the linoleum tile too loudly when you’re pissed?” No. “The arson?” No. “The threats of a bare knuckle fist fight?”
“Jesus,” Melissa laughs. “When you list all of that out, I sound like a terrible person.”
“No,” you say quickly. “I love everything about you!”
“I know you do,” she chuckles. “But no. None of that.”
“Then what?”
“My love life.”
“Your love life?” you turn to look at her incredulously.
“My love life,” the redhead sighs. “They had a banner, they had letters, they had the chair in the middle of the room… everything. And for me. When I don’t even have a problem with my love life.”
“So why did you come in lookin’ all sad?”
“Not sad… just thoughtful. The things they said… it showed me how lucky I am to have coworkers that care for me as deeply as they do. So at the end of the day, I had pretzels for them to show my gratitude. And after, Barbara and I walked out together… and… how would you feel about telling people that we’re together?”
You finish stirring the food and plating it before bringing it over to the table where your girlfriend is sitting. You set the two dishes in front of her before sliding into her lap. You finish off the joint together before smiling.
“I’ve been ready,” you tell her. “I’ve just been waiting for you to be.”
“Yeah?” she asks you as she kisses your temple.
You nod before taking a bite of your dinner. Damn, between the two of you, you should open your own restaurant. “We’ve been together for over a year, living together since six months in, I don’t plan on going anywhere, and I would hope you don’t either. I think it’s time.”
“I think so too,” she says softly. “But with the end of the year comin’ up… we’re all crazy busy.”
“So we can organize something for after the school year?” you suggest. “Maybe a fourth of July barbecue?”
So that’s what the two of you do. Your girlfriend walks into school on the last day and tells her friends that she knows that don’t have anything going on for Fourth of July, and they better be at her house for a barbecue. They all look at her, clearly confused. No one- not even Barb- has been invited over to the house since Melissa and Gary broke up. Nevertheless, they don’t argue and all promise to be there.
They all come in one clump, and the faces that they make when you open the door draped around Melissa are priceless.
“This is my girlfriend, Y/N,” she says proudly. “The reason that I have been declining all of the people you’ve suggested I date, and the reason I have not ‘put myself back out there’. I don’t gotta when I have her.”
#melissa schemmenti#melissa schemmenti fanfic#melissa schemmenti x you#melissa schemmenti x reader#abbott elementary fanfic#abbott elementary fanfiction#abbott elementary
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Why do you think Diablo has disenged on it's core themes? (I mean I agree) I've always considered it to be a franchise with some insane wasted potential, but my perspective comes more from Diablo 3 and 4. Id be nice if you could expand on that.
I mean, my argument is that Diablo 1 was a dungeon crawler with a randomized loot mechanic that existed mostly to enable the roguelike random level generation that ensured replayability for the adventure. Players shouldn't be able to simply beeline it to the most powerful items in the game once they figure out exactly where they are, so randomization made each journey into the Tristram Cathedral a new process of discovery.
It's a game that, yes, wants to provide engaging gameplay, but just as much as the discovery of loot, it is driven by discovery of its world and story - multiple NPCs in the game exist that have no function or benefit to the player except as characters to interact with. You find lore tomes in the labyrinth which give you exposition about the world, but offer no tangible benefits. Shrines will randomize your stats, transform your potions, curse your items, randomly teleport you into a horde of monsters. The world is populated by objects, people and events that entice a player with curiosity to see what happens as much as they entice the player with the power fantasy of Making Number Go Up, and plenty of interactions have no hard gameplay benefit. "Sub dungeons" in the labyrinth, like the Halls of the Blind or Chamber of Bone, exist in part to give the player lootable rewards and monsters to fight, but also each of them have their own exposition, lore and worldbuilding (however limited by budget and technical limitations).
Diablo 2 realized that the skinner box thrill of randomized loot drops and number-go-up optimization was by far the most primally emotionally engaging part of Diablo 1's gameplay, and began the process of reorienting the franchise ENTIRELY to enable that specific pleasure. The loot system expands exponentially, crafting, gem slotting, etc all get introduced, and loot mechanics are given pride of place in terms of how the game engages the players. Shrines all provide knowable, specific benefits, every NPC is either a quest-giver or a merchant, there are HUNDREDS of randomized sub-dungeons on every map, and the vast majority of them have absolutely no narrative content whatsoever, they are merely slot machine arms for the player to pull, hoping for a chance of a jackpot loot drop.
Diablo 3 is the apotheosis of this process - a game which drops all pretense that the nature of your loot matters in favor of orienting every part of it around chasing the high of Getting A Bigger Number. You're a sorcerer running around with a greatsword? No problem! You cast all your spells as normal. So long as the greatsword has Bigger Numbers, anything works. Templar with a Wand? Equally viable! Damage numbers inflate into the millions, hordes of monsters swell with ever greater numbers, your spells and abilities clear entire screens in seconds, and everything in the game revolves around enabling the player's power fantasy.
In Diablo 1 you are an unimportant adventurer, the latest in a long line of unremarkable hopefuls, stepping alone into the bowels of a middle-of-nowhere village church, creeping slowly through its doors and hallways, fighting its monsters primarily one by one. Any group of ranged monsters can kill you in seconds, even in the late-game, and if you get surrounded, likely as not you are quite simply dead. It's tense, lonely, unglamorous and often desperate. Unwieldy inventory management puts constraints on your ability to heal and restore mana. You can only carry so many potions while leaving room for loot, and remember to leave room for your Town Portals and Identify scrolls, and for your all-important gold, which will clog your inventory almost totally by the end. Slay a unique monster and hope to god that the item it dropped wasn't cursed. Touch a shrine and you might lose 2 Strength points and suddenly be unable to equip your armor. When you kill Diablo, you find he is nothing but the possessed body of a young boy who was abducted and abused by a corrupt priest, an ugly and mundane tragedy leading to extraordinary suffering.
In Diablo 3 you are the most specialest most important incredible super-hero that has ever existed. You are a half-angel half-demon unstoppable killing machine, mowing down hordes of demons and corrupted angels like nothing, absolutely BATHING in infinite showers of ultra-powerful legendary loot, each more ultra-powerful and legendary than the last. You deal ten million damage with a single ability. You fight Ultra Diablo, the special super-powered SUPER SAIYING MEGA ULTRA super-powered extra special Prime Evil who is the most powerful evil bad guy who has ever existed and YOU are the only one in the whole universe who can beat him because you're SO special, yes you are! Identify shit by clicking on it! Cast town portal whenever you want! Enemies drop infinite health potions whenever you need them! Fuck it, you even KILL DEATH by the end because you are invincible and immortal and unstoppable and perfect. Fear has no hold on you, never in your life will you know uncertainty or doubt. AND it's your birthday! Buy a sword that is 3.2% better than your magic wand with real money in the auction house as a treat!
tl;dr Diablo 1 is an adventure game, Diablo 3 is Cookie Clicker.
#tb answers#diablo#diablo game#diablo 2#diablo 3#diablo 4#blizzard entertainment#activision blizzard
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More about that plotbunny of Bowser hiring Luigi as a dealer for one of his casinos.
(Disclaimer: lots and lots of artistic liberties about how casinos and card games work, this is Mario world after all)
At first, Bowser doesn't want to hire Luigi. At. ALL. If it was just up to him, he would just punt the nerd back to Mushroom Kingdom.
But as Kamek points out, not only did he give his word, but if he fires someone just for being good for the job they're applying for, what kind of message is it sending ? If there is one reason Bowser's kingdom is running smoothly despite the regular beatings the kings gets from a pair of silly plumbers, it's the good work relationship between Bowser and his troops : he's a demanding boss, but not an unfair one.
Plus, it's bad enough he fails regularly his world invasions, but hey, world conquest is a hard job, so that's forgivable. But being a sore loser at a card games ?? That's not a good look for Bowser.
So fine. Green Mario is hired in a big show of pretending to acknowledge his enemy's skills. At least Bowser will be able to pretend he's bossing around the actual Mario for a while.
Doesn't mean he can't get his revenge otherwise.
Yes, he can't fire Luigi...but if Luigi is too weak to hold under pressure and quit, that's not on Bowser, is it ?
So Bowser nonchalantly orders the casino manager to make sure the new hire knows what he's in for. Or in other words, push him so hard he quits on his own.
At first Luigi is just put on slot machine filling duty; a boring, tedious job with a lot of noises and loud clients everywhere. Luigi bears it ; he's done that gig before and he's seen much worse as a full time plumber. And while he's doing that job, he befriends several of the maintenant workers, who for the most part are kinda curious about what a human (and a Mario Brother, no less) is doing here.
He's also very, very clumsy. To the point the manager starts to wonder how this is the same guy who beat Bowser at poker. And you know what, he's curious. Screw what Bowser said, until the king butted his head in the job interview, the human had an interesting resume and the manager is not losing more money, he wants to know what the new guy can actually do.
He puts Luigi at one of the tables as his last chance. Either he makes money, or he's out.
And Luigi makes money.
A.
Lot.
Of money.
Bowser visits the casino around about that time, already gloating inside : surely by now that wimp has run back to Mario crying, right ?
Instead he sees Luigi at one of the main Picture Poker tables, charming up the players (and it's something Bowser never expected to see, Luigi being confident and charming -wait why is he finding him charming ??) and large piles of coins piling up on his table.
Turns out, when your casino's style is mostly built around reminding players how tough and impossible to beat you are, a friendly and innocent-looking dealer who encourages you with dorky catchphrases and a cute little laugh is a BIG draw for players who think they still have a chance.
Bowser is FURIOUS (and just slightly horny). But he still can't fire Luigi; not only is he good at his job, but by now word has spread of how Luigi has been hired in the first place, making it very hard to not look like he's a sore loser who can't even win a card came against the "weaker" Mario Brother.
Brother who has the GALL to offer him to play at his table. And smiling on top of that!! That cheeky little thing !!
On his way out, Bowser grabs the manager by the collar : next time he's back, Luigi better has walked out on his own.
The manager appreciates Luigi's work, but he's not putting his job on the line for the new guy. But he's here to make money, and now he's decided to squeeze Luigi out of every coin the human can bring to the casino.
He increases his hours, raises the amount of money he's supposed to make every night, gives him back-to-back shifts, sends the most agressive players to his table (although the bouncers step in if things get too heated).
Usually a dealer is just here to deal, keep count, welcome players, announce hands, that sort of thing. But in Darklands casinos, there are special tables where you can play against the dealer, either on one-on-one or as a normal table; the games there are very high-stake, in an all-or-nothing fashion : you win against the casino, you earn a LOT.
It's the toughest job of the casino : not only the dealer is both player and house, but given these are high stakes games, you can't just put a newbie in charge there. You need a shark, a cold-blooded, lucky son of a bitch who can handle pressure.
The manager sends Luigi there : "you screw up, you're out". Piling up more and more pressure on the poor human's shoulders. As for the other dealers, they feel sorry for the new guy but they certainly won't stick out their necks for him.
But despite the stress and hostile conditions, Luigi isn't Mario's brother for nothing : despite his meek, non confrontational personality, Luigi can be extremely stubborn. He doesn't want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him quit and so he holds on.
Thankfully, he's got unexpected allies on his side : the maintenance/cleaning crew he's befriended before are outraged at the treatment and decide to help him out. Sneaking him treats and drinks on long night, disturbing games so he's got an easier time winning, arranging tables and chairs to make the other tables less attractive, hiding stuff around. Of course the other dealers notice and some of them are furious...but some start to realise that if Luigi is expected to hold up such high standards, what if these standards become the norm ? And they realise they really don't want such workplace conditions.
Things are getting out off hand. Revolt is brewing in the casino. Bowser gets winds of it and is tempted to close everything on a whim, but Kamek steps in yelling about the revenues the casino makes and how Bowser should get the situation back under control.
Screaming won't solve things, as the entire crew is one bad word away from quitting or going on strike. And he's not going to negotiate with Luigi!
Kamek : "Sir, either fire him or get revenge on him but DO SOMETHING ! He's the mastermind behind this conspiracy!
(He's really not.)
...fine, Bowser decides, he's going to negotiate with Luigi.
Who still doesn't want to quit.
But offers Bowser a deal :
One game a night, until they go through all the casino games. They count each victory and once the total is done, if Bowser has more points, Luigi walks out. If Luigi has more, he gets back a normal work schedule and he can finally focus on his damn job.
It's a stupid wager. It's ridiculous. It's outrageous. Insulting, even.
And Bowser still takes the wager.
Because he finally picks up on something: for some reason, even after everything, Luigi wants to play against him.
You can guess where this goes.
#super mario bros#dealer Luigi in Bowser's casino AU#bowuigi#sort of#it's actually more about Luigi's horrible work conditions and why unions are important#long post#all of this because I love Luigi in his little poker outfit
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𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘑𝘰𝘣
𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵: shalnark x pro treasure hunter reader
𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: you and shalnark are working together to retrieve a special artifact. but this is your mission, he doesn’t bother giving you details for the one he has decided to set out on.
𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴: yandere shalnark x reader, nsfw, deception, manipulation (use of his nen), shalnark taking advantage of y/n, all sexual nsfw will be under the cut.
The guy that you were partnered with for your next heist was… alright. To you, he seemed a bit soft; too soft for this line of work, but he wouldn’t have made it this far if that was true. You were always willing to give the benefit of the doubt, and it helped that you felt indifferent about him so you could focus on the job and just let him do his thing while you did yours, differences aside. At the very least, his seeming soft also meant that he was nicer than most of those you worked with, which was a pleasant change of pace…despite your general lack of care for that kind of thing.
“So, what’s your nen ability?” Shalnark questioned you casually, his hands leaving his pockets in favour of resting them behind his head as the two of you strode through the large Casino. You glanced at him briefly, seeing how his eyes were focused on yours, though the way he scanned over the rest of you did not go unnoticed. You sighed internally at his lack of professionalism, as the goal was for you two not to seem like you were here together. At the very least, the loud music, noisy rolling of roulette wheels, and shrill dings of slot machines were doing their jobs sufficiently in keeping the attention of the attendees. As far as you could tell no eyes were on you at all. You were still hesitant to say too much to your new coworker, but creating unnecessary conflict would only make this more complicated. Whatever.
“I’m a conjurer. I’ll just show you later” with a subtle roll of your eyes you crossed your arms over your chest, continuing on to your destination without another word of your own. Shalnark gave an upbeat “okay!” in response which you ignored, hardly noticing the newfound speed in your pace as you increasingly wished to get this heist done and over with. Shalnark had no problem keeping up with you, and upon swiftly rounding a corner, you had never been more relieved to see a door in your life once catching sight of the large metal one that was a few feet away. The start of your first objective. Finally.
The two of you walked up silently, and you looked over your shoulder to ensure there were no prying eyes while Shalnark tried the doorknob.
“Locked.”
Releasing your sigh this time, you shooed him out of the way with your hand and moved that same one to the doorknob. Enabling Gyo, you felt around at every inch of the handle for a short while before pulling back. Glancing over at Shalnark and watching as he raised an eyebrow, you then placed your hands on your hips triumphantly. He kept gazing in confusion.
“That’s it?” he asked, the lack of any visual change in the environment likely making him doubt your abilities.
With a suppressed smirk, you raised one hand from your hip, opening your palm and showcasing a key. One created with your nen, to fit perfectly into the slot of this particular door. The sight of his eyes and grin widening was satisfying, and since he had a positive reaction you decided to be nice back to him. Maybe teamwork with someone so insufferably cheerful wouldn’t be so bad after all, it was nice to be praised even in a way as small as a change in expression.
“All yours” you grabbed his hand and placed the key in it, making a curt gesture to the door and stepping back to let him do the honours. He stood for a moment, his eyes swapping between looking at his own hand and the one you had just touched him with. When you cleared your throat after he was still for too long, he blinked and moved the key into the slot quickly, twisting it and gazing with childlike wonder as the door opened right after.
“That’s amazing! No wonder boss chose you for this job” he grinned, tossing the key back which you caught with ease. You thanked him, shoving it in your pocket and following as he strode into the room and shut the door once you two were inside, perfectly undetected. “As much as I would love to see more of that, this is where we go our separate ways. For now, at least.” He let out a soft chuckle, both of you were already aware of what was next. You simply nodded your agreement, gazing around the dim space and the only other door, which was across from the first.
Now comes the more crucial part of your mission. This room was only the start, but thankfully a key was no longer required from here on out. Disguised behind this casino was an opposing gang’s money laundering operation; more specifically, a gang that had started to clash with the Phantom Troupe as of late. You were commissioned by Chrollo Lucilfer to find a way inside and work with Shalnark to steal one of their most valuable items, just to send them a message. Your nen specifically was only useful for getting into restricted areas, so you were surprised that the troupe summoned you for one locked door, unsure of how a group of so many strong and abled people had such a hard time with it. Either way, the gig would pay well, so you decided to keep your ridicule to yourself and just get it done.
The next few doors would be unlocked but guarded, which neither you nor Shalnark would be physically strong enough to deal with presently together or by yourselves (you doubted Shalnark’s inability to fight since the few times you had witnessed the combative side of Phantom Troupe in the past he held his own quite well, if not as one of the best). It was decided by Chrollo that Shalnark would use his nen on you and control your body when combat came into play since he explained that he would be able to do that with ease in comparison to just taking a guard head-on (“It’ll be like I’m playing a first-person fighter game!” he had said with immense anticipation). Of course, you were incredibly hesitant to allow a manipulator to take control of you, especially since you had already seen Shalnark’s strength and speed before, but that damned paycheque looked too handsome to question them further. So with audible reluctance, you agreed to the plan, hardly noticing how much more elated Shalnark looked once you did.
“Ow! hey, you could’ve at least told me you were about to do it” you winced, fingers tightening in your hair as you held it up for him to press the first antennae into the skin on the back of your neck.
“Sorry! Just trying to work quickly here, we’re already making such good time, after all. Would be a shame to slow down now.” He punctuated the last part of his sentence by sticking the second one in, catching you by surprise once more as you let your hair down and spun around to glare at him. He looked awfully smug, a soft smirk playing at his lips as you grit your teeth and squinted your eyes at him. That was enough for you to become royally pissed off, preparing to wind up your hand for a cute little slap to his cheek. But your hand wasn’t moving. Shalnark’s smirk widened at your visible show of confusion, the flinchy back-and-forth movements of your body showing him just how hard you were trying to raise your limb.
“Just messing around with you, Y/N. No need for such hostility” he tilted his head with a full-on, sunny smile, lifting a hand to show you how he was keeping you in place with the push of a button on his cell.
You just decided to drop it, knowing you’d gain nothing from inflicting harm on a coworker anyway. Moving on, you watched him release his thumb from the button and began walking over to the second door by your own merit, managing to open it just a crack, when a hand on your other wrist prevented you from going any further.
“There’s something else I need you to do first.”
Your eyelids drooped in displeasure, annoyed by his apparent want to work quickly but his current presentation of a hold-up. With puzzlement, you observed as he began walking backward, his eyes staying on you even as he crouched down to seat himself against the wall. Your body acted on its own (under Shalnark’s command) as you approached him shortly after he was situated, sauntering over slowly with an awkward swivel of your hips accompanying every step. Your cheeks began to burn in embarrassment, completely unsure but not liking the possible idea of where he was going with this.
Your pain was audible when you dropped to your knees suddenly, cringing from the sharp pain before crawling closer to him on all fours. You could see his shoulders slumping as he made himself more comfortable, his hand that wasn’t controlling you with his phone moved to hover over his crotch.
He was not being serious. There was no way.
“Shalnark” you spoke his name firmly, wanting to give him a look that expressed your disdain at what he was planning, and how awful he was for it. You stopped moving when your hands landed in front of him, dangerously close to his own which began stroking himself idly as you inched closer. You forced your eyes down to watch as his head knocked back against the wall before he reached to pull his cock out of his pants, continuing on with stroking it ever so casually, stifling a sound of pleasure as he did. You, on the other hand, were mortified, trying to use everything inside of you to tear away from his control and run the hell out of there. Of course, that would not happen.
Your eyes widened impossibly as you lurched forward and spit on his cock, creating a lubricant for him as he began to stroke a little hastier before letting go, keeping his hand upturned against his thigh as he sighed contentedly, his dick twitching against the air.
“Time to get to work” he simpered playfully, and before you knew it you were grasping him with your own hand and kissing at his reddened tip. Your breath shook as you exhaled through your nose, straining your eyes up as well as you were able so you could glare daggers at the complacent man before you. You felt your eyelids lower and your eyebrows relax, knowing this was his doing so the look that you gave him was more suggestive. How you wished to tighten your grip so painfully that–
With puckered lips you took him into your mouth, pulling your hand down his shaft to grab at his balls as your lips began sliding up and down sensually. A soft rumble came from his chest, which rose and fell heavily from every deep breath he took each time you repeated your motions. He was in complete control, from the speed to how hard you sucked, although you didn’t expect him to let you take your mouth off of him so soon, both of your hands replacing where it once was with firm strokes.
You could feel something forming inside of you that was trying to get out, you couldn’t tell if it was words or a physical jab, but you knew that if you tried hard enough you could get some semblance of sway. You exerted what was left of your internal energy into this feeling, noting how your tongue and throat began moving in a way that was readying for speech, so thankful that you were able to utter your next words. You did so quickly, and it sounded a bit mumbly and slurred, but at least you could get something from your own mind to interject for a fleeting moment.
“You could’ve come to this heist and done it all by yourself, couldn’t you?”
“Absolutely” he laughed breathlessly, gritting his teeth with a suppressed groan as he forced you to resume your ministrations, seemingly unbothered by your ability to temporarily rebel against his dominance. Your throat and tongue moved in a different way this time as he pushed your head down further than before, making you gag and clench around his tip once it hit the back of your throat. “We’re still gonna finish the job, but now that I have you here, like this, why should I wait any longer?”
You couldn’t respond for obvious reasons, wishing you could have control over your jaw and clamp your teeth down in revenge. But of course, that could not happen, your cheeks hollowed as you sucked up to his tip once more, massaging it with your tongue before popping off and bringing your fingers over it instead, your other hand moving to his balls again so you could fondle them.
Shalnark must have really liked you because he seemed to be getting close to his orgasm very rapidly, soft heaves of his chest and little whines escaping him as he forced your hand to jerk him faster and faster. What must have only been five minutes felt like five hours, being completely restricted in your own body and using it to perform for someone else who you didn’t even like that much was infuriating, made even worse by the way he looked at you with glassy eyes and pinkened cheeks which stirred something in your guts and made your core throb involuntarily (was it involuntary?). You did not like him, from the start you did not like him, yet the way that he looked at you with such eagerness to come made your heart pick up its pace and thrum a little quicker against your ribcage. It was almost as if you wanted it just as badly as he did.
Without control, your mouth opened with your tongue splayed out, your hand tilting his cock closer to your face. You barely had time to process these movements before he was coming on you, warm spurts of it landing mostly on your tongue but some went on the corners of your lips and cheek. His hips were rocking as he did and his free hand clutched a death grip on the material of his pants, the other on his cell was trembling as he struggled to maintain the fluidity of your movements, making your own hand start faltering and your jaw slowly begin to shut. His breaths were shaky and only one guttural whimper left him as he started to calm down, his cock softening within your loosening grip.
It took him and his muscles a while to fully mellow out, his eyes were closed as he slowed his breathing, and his thumb stilled, so unfortunately that left you stuck with your mouth partially closed and your hand barely holding onto his manhood, the strings of his cum that didn’t make it into your mouth now dribbling off of your face and approaching the ground between you two. When his eyes peered open he took notice, a puerile laugh leaving him as he used the thumb of his freehand to swipe it off your jaw and push it into your now fully opened mouth, displaying his return to earth from elation when he made your lips close so you would suck on his thumb.
“Ah, you were so good, better than I imagined” he spoke contentedly, his finger playing around pushing and prodding at your tongue for a bit before he pulled it out and finally moved to clothe himself. When he was situated he used his free hand to support himself on the wall behind him as he stood, and you stood up promptly too.
You could tell that your expression was unhappy, or at the very least that you were trying to look unhappy so he could know that no, you were not good, you were angry and now miserable. He raised his eyebrows at your attempt of showing attitude.
“How cute” he smiled brightly, daringly reaching out to pat your head. Your eyes followed his hand, squinting in a flinch as he petted you like an animal. “Come on, we’ve got some treasure to steal now.” He caressed your hair briefly before walking past you, and you followed behind shortly, saying nothing else since he didn’t allow you to. Inside you were revolted as he made you catch up to be right at his side and reach for his hand, fingers intertwining in a horribly tender way.
“Don’t worry, Y/N, we aren’t done just yet. Once we finish this job, I’ll make sure to take care of your needs too.”
You hated the way that the butterfly in your stomach thrummed at the prospect.
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the claw of success 🧸 h. jinsik
jinsik helps you get that plushie that you've always wanted, but under one condition
classmate!jinsik x fem!reader exactly 0.5k words omo
▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?
“Do you need any help?” a gasp leaves your lips as you put a hand over your fast beating heart, looking over your shoulder to find the owner of the voice that scared you out of your trance. There stood ham jinsik, the boy who had a massive crush on you and was unwilling to take ‘no’ for an answer. But you never felt uncomfortable with the amount of times he confessed to you, you actually found it a little cute how determined he was to make you his. “You’ve been stuck on this game for like..” he looks down at his phone for the time, “ever.”
The annoyed look you give him makes him chuckle, a hand running through your hair in frustration as you look at the object that you wanted to kick – a claw machine. Stored in its plastic, rectangular jail cell was a white pup that came with a blue hat that you wanted dearly.. But you also wanted your tokens to play other games, you know? “I so got this,” you argue, ignoring the eyebrow raise that jinsik gives you in return, sliding another token into the slot and reattempting your game for the hundredth time. But alas, you groan in defeat after a minute or two.
Jinsik felt a bit bad under his cocky gaze, patting your shoulder when he suddenly gets an idea. “Yeah, i know I didn’t get the plushie leave me–”
“I can help you.”
“What?”
“I can help you, only if you go out on a date with me in return.” anyone who walked by could slice the tension with a knife, the flabbergasted look on your face making jinsik regret his words, but who knows? Maybe this might actually work. So he carefully pushes your frozen body to the side, slipping in a token of his own as he begins to work his magic. He grabs the joystick with ease, just like he’s been practicing, giving it small nudges to reach the location of your plush, hitting one of the bottoms so the claw would hover over the cute toy. “Aha!” his eyes close with a gigantic smile on his face, turning over to face you with a smirk on his lips, but it disappears when he watches you giggle.
“Uh.. jinsik?” you point to the claw machine, and how the toy was still hitting in its place. “It’s okay though, I don't want you wasting your money because of me.” you laugh, reassuring him when his mouth opens to say something, but nothing comes out.
“What.. that should have totally worked. Wait i’ll do that again–”
“It's fine, seriously. And you know what? I’m still going out with you, no matter if you win or not.” jinsik’s eyes widen when you get on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, his entire face going red as he stands there, frozen. How did that still work?? Jinsik doesn't know, but that doesn’t mean he's not happy about it.
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Should've Ordered For Pickup…
This is an Au from my OTHER fic(s) with Pregnant/Mother! Reader!! If you want you can read this as part of it though! (I did keep the same idea just without the dark themes)….
I think my brain has been itched so I will be moving on from this whole idea that's been rotting my brain… 👍 So if you have any fic ideas feel free to share! Anyways!!!
It feels like you’ve been standing in line forever, your feet are killing you and your back hurts from the baby that is currently resting on your chest. You should’ve ordered your stuff for pickup… but it’s not like it was a lot of things either…this is taking forever, and you’re starting to get hungry! You salivate at the thought of what your husband has cooked for dinner, it almost eases you a little. Taking a deep breath you readjust your posture and clutch the small bag of fruits and vegetables you were looking to buy. “Almost done, sweetheart, then we can go home to Daddy! Doesn’t that sound nice?” you whispered in a hushed voice since your son seemed to have dozed off.
You’re startled by a voice that comes from behind, “Y/n? Is that you?” Of course, you’d recognize that cute voice anywhere, “Ayaka?” Taking a deep breath you turn around to greet her more properly. Yeah, you’re tired and you’d rather not talk to anyone right now, but she’s just trying to be nice. “How have you been Y/n? I haven’t seen you in forever. Not since…” Immediately noticing how she trailed her words you figured she’s heard about what happened between you and Kazuha. “Haha, yeah, it’s been a while. So… what brings you here?” She holds up a small plastic bag that’s full of cleaning supplies, “I wanted to help our back at the house but instead they sent me to go get things. I suppose this is a form of helping.” You lifted your bag of groceries in response, “Me too, I tell him I can cook my own food but he swears I do too much and that I must be tired. Oh well, I’m pretty tired when I get home anyways so I suppose it’s fine!” Ayaka turned her head in confusion as she looked at you up and down before her eyes settled on your resting baby, “So you’re dating someone?”You’re taken aback for a moment before you smile in response, “I’m actually married,” you flaunt the big rock on your ring finger towards her, and her eyes widen in shock from the jewel that casually sits on your finger, “I-it’s beautiful, Y/n!” She bows apologetically, “I’m sorry- I spoke out of line. Forgive me!” A laugh escapes your lips as you motion for her to rise, “It’s okay. You didn’t overstep any boundaries.” Her chest rises and falls in relief upon hearing those words. “Uhm, so… if you don’t mind me asking…” “Yes?” “Whose baby is that you’re holding?” Your frown curls into a smile as you turn to an angle to where she can see the baby’s face, “My sisters. I just thought I’d bring him along with me today.” Ayaka’s eyes sparkle with admiration as she coos over how cute he is. When she gets closer, she can’t help but feel like she’s seen that face before…
A voice shoots from behind, once again. “I’m back Ayaka-“ This time you freeze. Of course, she’d be here with him, why didn’t you think about that? Maybe while she’s distracted you make a run for the self-checkout that happens to be on the other side of the room. Yeah, that sounds like it’ll work! Plus, he shouldn’t recognize you so there’s no need for him to follow. You think a quick prayer, hoping Ayaka doesn’t tell him about you. Their conversation seems to be playing out normally and you take this chance to step out of line and speed-walk towards self-checkout.
As you input your items (since you can’t just scan them…) one by one, you exhale in relief. Almost done! Soon this’ll all be over and- where’s your card? Scrounging through your wallet you look for it in each slot. No, no, none of these are it! You can feel yourself start to get annoyed but the machine beeps before spitting out your receipt, your eyes turn towards the person who slid their card, and when your eyes land on the culprit you can practically feel yourself crack. “K-kazuha…! You really didn’t need to… but thank you… If you just give me a sec to go to the ATM I’ll get you some cash-“ He shoves the piece of paper into your grocery bags, and the next thing you know you’re being dragged out of the store by the wrist.
“Owowow-“ inhaling sharply through your teeth you caress your wrist, “No need to be rough…” Your eyes avoid looking at him but you can feel his heavy gaze on you. “So… why did you bring me out here? I kinda have somewhere to be.” “Why did you leave me.” It wasn’t a question it’s more like he was demanding an answer… Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, sheepishly you reply, “I got busy, I guess.” His eyebrows quirk in frustration and he grabs your hands, pining them above your head. “Now’s not the time to act coy, Darling.” “Ah, and there it is. Are you still upset that I up and left you? Or maybe when I-“ You’re cut off abruptly by the sound of a baby’s laughter, you try and speak again but every time you open your mouth a giggle erupts from the infant. Kazuha releases you from his firm grip as he takes a few steps back, “You had a baby?” “My sister had a baby, to be more precise..” you reply sharply all while you wiggle your hands in front of your baby, causing him to giggle and smile. He stared at the baby for a few minutes, analyzing the way his red eyes lit up whenever you made a silly face, and he took notice of the striking red strand that accompanied his short h/c locks. It didn’t take him long to put two and two together, his slender fingers come up to your child’s much pudgier ones,
“That’s funny, I don’t seem to recall ever sleeping with your sister.”
“Well, Kazuha, you sleep with a lot of women. Sure you didn’t skip out on her charming face?”
“No, the only charming face I seem to recall is yours.”
“…”
“Is this my child, Y/n?”
You’ve stopped playing with your son and turned towards Kazuha, “So what if he is? What's it matter to you?” He smiles in response, he’s already heard everything he needed to hear. “No difference in fact, I’m not too fond of kids, to be honest,” he pulls his hands away from the small yearning ones that reach out for him when he pulls away, “So I think you’ll heart knowing that I don’t want any part of this kids life.” Your mouth opens slightly at his harsh words, and your fist clenches into a ball, “I never asked you to be part of it anyways, in fact- I already have a loving partner who enjoys being his father anyways,” A small huff came from Kazuha, he didn’t want to say anything and just let it be, but he couldn’t hold his tongue, “Oh, and who might that be? I truly doubt someone would want to stay with someone so… messy.” It hurt a little knowing he targeted you, the younger you, who was scared and insecure, but you knew you would feel all the better. “Oh, I actually think you might know him.” A smile crept up on your face as you felt pride being able to flaunt your lover, “I don’t if you remember him- oh, what am I saying? Of course, you do, yknow, he was kinda your roommate for a while? You know- the one with purple hair, anger issues, cocky, and- ah, the one mended my heart back together after you dumped me, at MY birthday party.”
Your heart sinks when you realize you raised your voice. Not because you cared about his feelings, but because of your baby, his face is churned in distress from your loud voice, and he begins to cry out loud. Inhaling sharply, you open your mouth to say something, but you swallow your words. All Kazuha could muster up was a chuckle and a sigh, he was clearly upset. Shooting him one last glare you walk off, gently patting your son's back, and trying to calm him.
He reaches out to you, but you avoid his touch and towards him with a sour expression, "Now what do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?" "I- Are you guys really..." His eyebrows furrow as he shakes his head, "No, what I mean to ask is if you told Ayaka about, y'know..." With a deep sigh, you respond in a cold tone, "No. No, I didn't tell her because it’s not really her business.” All he can do is smile and nod before he watches you walk away.
Maybe one day he would come to regret that choice, but you couldn’t care less. Even if he tried to be part of your son’s life you would allow it only if your son wanted to. For now, though, you guys were a happy little family. Your son has a loving father who spoils him with love and affection, and whenever you come home from work you’re always met with your husband playing and chasing your child around the house. Your heart melts with sappy feelings as you watch your husband and son both light up when they see you walk through the door. You could go on forever about how much you love them both but you won’t..
When you get home you set down your son on his high chair and you slouch forward as you exhale loudly, carrying him around on your chest reminded you of when you were pregnant. Once you wash up you’re back at the dining table and you’re drooling over the food your husband set out for you. Ah, you suppose you should tell him about your little encounter at the store… After you eat of course!
You’re both relaxing in the living room playing a board game, you’ve already set the baby to sleep. As you roll the dice you remember you have to tell him, “So… Today, at the store, I ran into Kazuha and- “ Scaramouche grabs your shoulders as fear fills his heart, and his eyes widen as he looks into your e/c eyes, “He didn’t hurt you or s/n did he?!” For a moment yourself stunned by how close he is. Shaking your head you grab onto his shoulders to try and ease him, “No, Scaramouche, he didn’t do anything. Although, He did drag me to the parking lot and he figured out he’s s/n’s father.. But it’s no big deal! Really!” Your face is turning sour again as you recall what he said, “He did say some things though.” Scaramouche looked frazzled as he still clung to you, “What did he say? You’re not gonna leave me right? You-“ “What? No! I would never. Besides- he doesn’t want anything to do with s/n…” He let out a sigh he had been holding in and he wrapped his lanky arms around you, “I’m sorry y/n. It’s okay though, since I’m here for you both. I promise I’ll never leave you- even if I were offered eternal happiness- I would decline since I have you both!” Your face beams with a smile and your heart feels mushy. “Would it make you feel better if he suddenly went ‘missing.’ It wouldn’t take much for me to set that up!“ You softly punch him as your face feigns shock, “No! We can’t just make him disappear just because he hurt my feelings a little- I mean yeah it would be nice, but aren’t we above that-“ Scaramouche is smiling ominously as he casually says, “Of course we’re above that. But if it were for you- I’d stoop real low.” A laugh escapes your lips as you bury yourself in his neck, “I love you.” “Oh? What's this about?” His response sounds cocky but he’s patting your hair, “You trying to have another kid-?”
Once again, you punch him, but this time harder.
Although that doesn’t sound too bad..
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The third major revision of the increasingly overwrought tabletop RPG about what if Samus Aran was secretly three to five space gerbils operating a person-sized mech suit is now up.
This is primarily an "expansions and clarifications" type update, with few major structural changes, apart from splitting scenes into multiple types and providing simplified rules for the less critical ones. Those expansions and clarifications are substantial, however, so if you're updating from the previous playtest draft I'd definitely recommend giving the changelog a once-over.
My next steps, in no particular order:
Finish the mech suit upgrades table (there are currently a couple of unfilled slots, and I'd like to bump it up to a full 18 eventually)
Provide some examples of pre-generated space gerbil roles
Discussion of campaign play (including advancement)
Discussion of playing without a GM (possibly including solo play?)
Add a bunch of big stupid random mission tables (needed for both GMless play and hypothetical solo play module)
As always, comments, criticisms, and bizarre rants are welcome. Additionally, this is probably the first major revision of the game where a full end-to-end run is feasible (at least for a one-shot), so if anyone would like to volunteer to run an actual playtest, please drop me a line!
Illustrations by @pencilbrony
Full changelog under the cut:
Space Gerbils Changelog 2023-01-08
Note: all page numbers refer to the PDF version.
Print-and-play token sheet updated with twelve additional papercraft minifigs, courtesy of @pencilbrony
Added a brief inspirational media section (p. 8) and a not-so-brief glossary (pp. 9–14)
Two new full-page illustrations by @pencilbrony (pp. 16, 28)
Added procedures for randomly selecting starting mech suit upgrades and increased number of starting upgrades to 2 (p. 21)
Added two new mech suit upgrades ("Co-pilot Protocols" and "Copy Circuit") (pp. 21–22)
Re-worked "Hyperdrive" upgrade for compatibility with revised critical success rules (below) (p. 22)
Re-worked "Well Maintained" upgrade so that it doesn't require players to keep track of how many times it's been used in each scene; all upgrades are now either "once per scene" or "once per phase" (p. 23)
Added six new proficiencies ("Bodyguard", "Fringe Science", "Machine Empathy", "Motivational Speaker", "Observant" and "Psychic") (pp. 24–26)
Re-worked "Direct Neural Interface" proficiency so that it no longer benefits from cost discounts for pushing yourself (p. 24)
Re-worked "Special Operations" proficiency to be less complicated and (somewhat) less overpowered (p. 26)
Added a note about re-naming proficiencies (p. 27)
Made starting Stress Limit more explicit (p. 27)
Revised phase flowchart to reflect simpified workflow (see below) and made it available as a separate PDF (p. 29)
Re-worked Setup Phase to allow players to choose their initial positions (p. 30)
Clarified that Extravehicular Activity task may not be performed if doing so would result in no space gerbils crewing the mech suit (p. 32)
Revised protocol descriptions (p. 34)
Added rules for multitasking (p. 35)
Clarified handling of Fallout Phase when multiple tests were made in preceding Action Phase (p. 37)
Critical success now occurs on any success where the chosen result shows doubles or better, not just double 6s; critical success and complications may now occur on same test (p. 38)
"Lost" complication re-named "Scrambled", and now disallows Reassigning in following Operations Phase (pp. 39–40)
"Delayed" complication re-named "Time Loss" (pp. 39–40)
Subsection on complications and physical threats removed and replaced with more general discussion of interpreting mixed outcomes (p. 41)
Workflow for End Phase simplified; the End Phase now always follows the Fallout Phase, and its triggers no longer depend on what happened in phases prior to the Fallout Phase (p. 42)
Clarified and expanded End Phase triggers, and included a trigger for all space gerbils Stressing Out at the same time (p. 42)
Added explicit rules for recovering Stress and conditions between scenes (p. 42)
"Hazardous" condition re-named "Unsafe" to avoid potential confusion with scene Hazards (p. 44)
Brief discussion of mission structure added to "Running the Game" (p. 47)
Scenes now divided into two types: engagements and interludes (pp. 49–59)
Re-named Mission Clock to Threat Clock (p. 49)
Expanded discussion of Obstacle traits (p. 52)
Added eight new Obstacle traits ("Barrier", "Cryptic", "Hazardous", "High Risk", "Jinxed", "Small Target", "Stressful" and "Volatile") (pp. 52–54)
"Secure" Obstacle trait re-named "Big Target" (p. 52)
"Consequence" Obstacle trait re-named "Fixed Consequence" (p. 53)
Added rules for scene Hazards (p. 55)
Added discussion of handing the end of an engagement (p. 56)
Simplified rules for handling non-critical scenes and having adventures outside the mech suit (pp. 57–59)
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Intuition
Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader
Reader gets injured, angsty
Word Count: 1,256
Xavier wishes you hadn’t played a part in Crackstones defeat, he can’t handle the fact he might lose you
“Wednesday, stop it.” Your lips draw into a thin line. “Leave him be.” You mutter, striding into the cell room. Your hands clench around the tray of food as you stare at the shorter girl.
“If you want to stop this, then leave. Go!” Xavier spits. Wednesday promptly washes the look of surprise on her face away before turning on her heels and leaving the prison room. She momentarily stops beside you, wanting to say something but ultimately deciding against it and continuing on her way. You sigh, watching Xavier pace around the cell.
“I brought you some vending machine food.” You offer, holding the tray through the opening in the bars.
“Thank you, thank you for being here.” He sighs, defeated.
You’d heard a little bit of the conversation happening before you entered. About how Wednesday ruined his life. Your heart ached for Xavier, seeing how stressed this whole situation made him, ever since Wednesday stepped through Nevermore’s front doors. He sets the tray on the sad excuse of a bed and sits down, running a hand through his disheveled hair. You hum and slot your arms through the bars.
“Come here, Xavi.” His chains won’t allow him to touch the bars, but your arms can reach his own. You squeeze his hands and gaze up into his eyes. “This is going to work out, I know it will.” In this moment, Xavier is lucky to have you. You were always around when he needed you. He often wondered if you knew when to be around.
“I know, whenever you know something you really do know it.” He looks up, seeing Sheriff Galpin walk into the room. “You should go, I don’t want you seeing me do the walk of shame.” You nod and give his hands one last squeeze before leaving the sheriffs department.
Enid calls you on your way back to Nevermore, hastily explaining something about the Nightshades. Ajax must’ve finally spilled the beans, you assure her you’d be there as soon as possible, speeding up to a light jog back to the campus.
You snap twice and slide into the hidden cavern, seeing everyone else already planning something.
“What’s happening?” You ask, watching everyone closely.
“We’re evacuating the campus, Enid is going to look for Wednesday.” Bianca nods, heading up the stairs.
“I’ll help evacuate and direct people outside.” You head up the stairs, following the sirens. While you didn’t share their talent, people seemed to trust you whenever you spoke. Your gift of intuition was always trusted at Nevermore, although these past few weeks they had been rather vague.
“Don’t ask questions, just calmly get your friends and follow the others outside.” You gently grasp a younger girls shoulder, guiding her with your words. She agrees immediately and turns to her friends. You do this to a few more sparse groups before noticing most of the kids are outside Nevermore’s fence. You look into the quad from the walkway and see Wednesday with a hatted figure. Deep down you knew it was Crackstone and something bad was going to happen to your friends if you didn’t distract him for a second. Quickly, you run down the stairs, sending more kids to go with Bianca outside while you step onto the grass behind Wednesday.
Crackstone looks up towards you, taking his eyes off of Wednesday.
��You shouldn’t be here. Go, run along with your monstrous friends.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you belonged out there with them.” You retort, angering him. However, it deemed true. He had become the very thing he set out to destroy in the first place- those who were abnormal. He shouldn’t be here, looking awful in this century. Upset with your words, he raises his staff and strikes the ground with it, sending green shocks coursing through the grass towards you. Your legs don’t move, your intuition screaming for them not to. Crackstone watches on as they meet your shoes, lighting up your legs until they reach your head, your mind- the small place in it where your intuition lies. A heart shattering shout sounds out from behind you as you fall to the ground, your entire being feeling sore beyond belief. You remained conscious for a little while after, only falling into slumber when an ambulance arrived.
Xavier had watched you, looking for the right words to shout at Crackstone but unable to say anything to distract him. When your figure collapsed, a sob ripped from deep in himself as he sprinted across the grass towards you. He dove down, covering your body with his own as he clung to you, convincing himself he was keeping you safe from any more harm.
“Please, please (Y/N) you have to be okay. You have to. Stay with me, please.” He pleads into your hair. You lied unmoving in his arms until the ambulance arrived on campus, a few paramedics cautiously approaching him. When he realizes their presence, he squeezes you one last time before allowing them to take you. The police take his statement and let him go, but the only place he wants to be is by your side.
Xavier does the mature thing though, now that you were safe, and regroups with everyone. After finding his friends safe and enemies held accountable, he feels better, but not by much since you weren’t there celebrating with everyone. Bianca tells him about how you led students out during the evacuation and distracted Crackstone while Wednesday initiated the duel, catching him off guard enough for her to win. Sighing, Xavier excuses himself. Eventually, he comes across a few people waiting to go to the hospital for checkups and gets in the line. He felt fine, he just needed a ride to see you. To see if you were okay.
Upon his arrival, he ducks away from the nurses and follows the trail of dust and ash on the ground, assuming it’d fallen from you. Eventually, it leads him to a room. He quietly sneaks into the dark room and approaches the bed, seeing you. Your face now looks relaxed, softened. He knew that you knew you were safe now. He sits on the chair near the hospital bed, he carefully holds your hand. You were seriously injured from the dark magic and he did not want to hurt you further. Feeling your warm hand made him feel better. He encases your palm in his own two and rests his head against the mattress. He feels like he should feel some sort of relief, but he doesn’t think you’d be so lucky as you previously had been.
He doesn’t want to think it, he hates himself for even letting the idea creep into his mind. Xavier can’t help but think you’ll never awake. He’ll never get to see your eyes again, he’ll never hear your voice again, never witness your intuition working in mysterious ways. His eyes fill with tears, wetting the pristine bedsheets with saltiness as he quietly sobs into it.
“You have to be okay. You have to wake up. I need you, (Y/N). I-“ Xavier feels something in his mind, what he thinks may be a sliver of your intuition you’d gifted him. “I love you.” He straightens up. “I love you (Y/N). You need to stay with me.” He watches your face carefully, seeing the corners of your mouth raise into a vague smile at his words. True relief finally washes over him, relieved that you might actually be okay.
#x reader#wednesday#wednesday netflix#xavier thorpe#xavier thorpe x reader#angst#xavier thorpe angst#xavier thorpe x reader angst
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loki season 2 episode 4 spoilers
hm timeslipping is in the recap. i wonder if this means it’s gonna happen this episode
ohhhhhh they need kang’s temporal aura to unlock the thingy, i completely missed that last time
OMINOUS WHISPERS??
YOOO THAT WAS A COOL OPENING
hold up hold up so was “for all time. always” ravonna’s and kang’s i-love-you statement that kang made into the tva slogan or did the slogan come first
protocol 42 you say? 🤨
i wonder what they knew that made him want to erase their memories. was it just the knowledge of his existence or something specific?
ohoho ravonna is PISSED
“we don’t need him. maybe we never did” well miss minutes that was quite the 180 from last episode’s shenanigans
victor is in the tva now!
…where is everyone
oh here’s b-15 nevermind
and mobius and loki!
oh hey sylvie!
so it seems like the timeline screens have (at least) two different modes — one showing the branches in relation to the sacred timeline and one showing how the branches are fitting into the loom
hmm not sure if i would trust that general lady either (the one who bombed the timeline, not talking about the one on our side)
this is far from the point but. aww casey’s and ouroboros’ little arm brush!!
YOOO VICTOR AND OUROBOROS BOTH LEARNED FROM EACH OTHER
victor please be better than kang bc a friendship between casey and ouroboros and him would be so cute and i’m starting to get attached to him
AWWWW THEY ARE BOTH SUCH NERDS
“when SOMEONE killed he-who-remains” CRYINGG
awwwwwwwww ouroboros’ little smile when mobius complimented him!!
skdhskdh sylvie’s face she’s so done with mobius and loki squabbling
AWWWWW OB’S SMILE WHEN VICTOR SHOOK HIS HAND!!
uh oh extremely orange prison
not relevant but the actor for brad is doing his holding-his-collar pose! continuity
welp i guess we’re in the pie room now
oh dear loki’s talking about sacred timeline stuff. let’s see if the writers actually got the details right this time
oh so there were branches that survived the bombing. i thought the screen had shown that all of them had been bombed
“we are gods.” why was the camera so far away for that line. that’s. kinda odd
a time door? in MY overly orange prison cell?!
ravonna is baaaack
oooohhhh that’s a deal i bet many of them won’t refuse
woah woah. why are they refusing it. when did that happen
oh so NOW they’re portraying the shrinking cubes as being as horrific as they are, but when mobius and loki do it, it’s just a silly goofy time
MISS MINUTE’S EXPRESSION I????
HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT THE SOUND EFFECTS? GOD
i’m guessing this slots ravonna firmly into the evil zone
ayyy it’s the comfort nerd trio! please comfort me i’ve been traumatized by that last scene
i bet victor has an idea about fixing the loom inspired by the coco machine
heyyyyy b-15, welcome to the horrors, here’s some humor-as-a-coping-mechanism for your welcoming gift! (b-15’s actor did a amazing job there)
victor? what are you doing buddy
BRAD NO WHY DID YOU DO THAT
BRAD GO PRUNE RAVONNA INSTEAD
OH NO VICTOR
i'm screaming?? mobius how did you even access unauthorized games from the tva
OH SHIT THE TEMPADS AREN’T WORKING?!?
WHERE IS LOKI AND SYLVIE IN ALL OF THIS ARE THEY OK
there they are!! they’re ok
uh ohh
helpppp victor’s face when he sees ravonna and miss minutes
HOLY CANNOLI THAT’S A LOT OF TIMELINES. IT’S SO GLOWY
and that’s when sylvie enters the elevator!!
RUN LOKI RUN
wait wait is that the loki from ep 1 who’s running around? i think it is
OHH HERE’S JACKET LOKI. YEP I WAS RIGHT
ANSWER THE PHONE LOKI
SCREAMING IT WAS OUROBOROS THIS WHOLE TIME
WOOO THEY’RE GONNA HAVE MAGIC
miss minutes just died. well. that was terrifying
🎶 who’s in the hallway with bradley 🎶
OOHOHO IT’S LOKI
AND SYLVIEEEEEE
GOODBYE RAVONNA
the windows have opened!
oh no no no no nooo victor don’t sacrifice yourself please
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
sobs and cries on the floor. why. why
OH SHIT IT’S EXPLODING. QUICK EVERYBODY PRUNE YOURSELVES SO YOU CAN END UP IN THE FIELD WORLD
WHAT WHAT YOU CAN’T DO THAT YOU CAN’T END THE EPISODE LIKE THIS
AAAHHH THE END CREDITS MUSIC IS SO UNSETTLING
WHAT YOU CAN’T END THIS WITHOUT AN END CREDIT SCENE EITHER ARE YOU SERIOUS GIVE US AN END CREDIT SCENE
#loki#loki series#loki show#loki spoilers#loki season 2#loki season 2 episode 4#loki s2 ep4#loki season two spoilers#loki s2 ep4 spoilers#sylvie#sylvie laufeydottir#ouroboros#victor timely#ravonna renslayer#marvel#mcu#casey#mobius m mobius#brad wolfe
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The Perfect Girl - Dave Miller/William Afton x Female Reader
Chapter 2
Rating - Explicit
No warnings for this chapter
Also available on AO3
You follow Dave Miller forward into the darkness.
The flashlight’s beam seems to be getting more wan the further in you go, as if the shadows are devouring that feeble offering of illumination.
“Dave, wait, please, you’re going too fast.”
It’s uncanny how well the man moves in that dimly lit space. As if he’s intimately familiar with it, the layout imprinted in his mind.
The security guard halts. You finally reach his side again. It’s difficult to make out much of his features now. The light flickers and your breath hitches.
“Don’t worry. I know my way around.”
“You do? How often have you been here?”
“A fair few times.” You know he’s smiling even if you can’t quite see it. That odd smile of his that’s a little too wide, nearly on the verge of being creepy. That’s how everything with him is. He’s almost handsome except there’s something cruel in the line of his brow and the angle of his jaw and the way his mouth sets. Disdain for everything around him. Except when he looks at you. Then the harsh lines soften and his pale eyes darken.
He’s even almost charming at times, except there’s something unsettling buried beneath the polite and kind exterior. You’d initially just meant to pay him back for loaning you money. Somehow it’s become a deeper debt. He’s always around, every time you look up from whatever task you’re performing at work. You swear you hear footsteps following you in the mall parking garage sometimes, but when you turn around you don’t see anyone.
So why are you here with him now? Was it really just boredom? Curiosity? Why did he look at you sometimes as if he wanted to absolutely devour you? Why weren’t you more afraid?
“Maybe we should turn back,” you say uncertainly.
“Turn back? No, I don’t think so. We’ve come this far. It’s just a little ways down this hall, I promise.”
The flashlight finally surrenders and you gasp again, automatically reaching out, and Dave’s hand finds yours. His fingertips are calloused and his skin is very, very warm.
“I’ve got you,” he says.
***
Afton wishes he was lying.
The switch to restore power really is just ahead. He supposes he could take a detour. It’s just so pleasant being there with you in the darkness, in the place that’s always been his real home, better than any house he’s ever dwelled in. How soft your hand was in his. How long had it been since he’d held one. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply. Cherry blossom today. This may be a new favorite fragrance.
“I’ve got you,” he says, and that is very nearly the truth. He almost has you right where he wants you. So close. He thinks he can push you toward it. Just a gentle nudge. And if not, well.
He’d made plans for that as well.
He tugs and it pulls you off balance. Your body collides with his. You’ve never been so close to him before. He’s nearly drunk off the feel of it. And the sounds you make, those little gasps for air…how he savors every one of those. How he wants to make your struggle to breathe even louder, lost in the throes of whatever he’s doing to you with his hands or his mouth or…
Not yet. He’s waited this long. He can wait a little longer.
He moves forward and you keep pace with him. Finally reaches the wall and feels for the switch, shoving his weight upward. There’s a loud clanking sound as it slots into place and a sizzle as the electricity begins flowing throughout the building. The overhead fluorescents flicker on and his companion sighs with relief, releasing his hand. Pity, that.
“There we are. Ready to go have some fun?”
“Okay,” you say softly.
His grin widens.
***
There is a lot to explore.
You find it hard to imagine such a large place was just walled up, concealed for who knows how long and for who knows what reason.
You’ve never seen such a vast arcade. Such a huge variety. So many pinball machines and crane machines and lanes for skee ball. Dave helps you up onto the stage and lets you peek behind the curtain to view the animatronics. You’re not sure how you feel about them yet. They’re kind of neat, but kind of creepy.
Kind of like Dave himself, you think.
You admire the fading crayon drawings previous visitors have left behind, affixed to the checkerboard patterned walls. You wonder yet again why this place was abandoned. Was it simply not a marketable franchise anymore? Were people no longer impressed with the animatronic technology, seeking entertainment in digital and virtual forms instead, the advancing game technology making these pixel offerings obsolete? You think it’s somewhat tragic.
You wander back to the arcade area, Dave trailing behind, and decide on a game called Princess Quest. You thumb a quarter into the slot, disappointed when nothing happens.
“You can’t use regular money. You need one of these,” Miller says, handing you a Faz Token. The bronze colored disc has a picture of Freddy Fazbear waving and bears the slogan Are you ready for Freddy?
“Oh. Thanks.” You fit the coin into the slot and the title screen appears. “It’s working!”
“Told you so.” He moves beside you to watch you play. You haven’t done any retro gaming in a while but you think you do a decent job progressing until the Game Over message appears. “Not bad. Try again and I’ll help you.”
He takes your hand and presses another token into it, then moves behind you. You push the coin into the slot and position your right hand fingers over the buttons, the left on the joystick. You feel his hands slide over yours.
“I…I don’t think I can play like this…” you stammer nervously.
“Of course you can.” His head is bent, his lips by your ear. You can’t help but shiver at the feeling of his warm breath there, his mouth so close. “You’re too tense. You’re working against yourself.” His fingers move against yours, guiding you. You’d never noticed how long his fingers were before, how large his hands are. They dwarf yours, nearly swallowing them up. “That’s it. Better. Just relax. Let me do all the work.”
“Dave, I…” You don’t even know what to say. Your heart is pounding. He’s no longer pushing you into the controls. He weaves his fingers between yours. The Game Over screen reappears.
“Well it seems I’m a little out of practice,” he murmurs. You don’t think he’s looked at the screen even once this entire time. You hear him inhale deeply. “You must forgive me for saying this, but your scent is intoxicating. I can’t get enough of it.” He releases one of your hands and uses it to tuck a swathe of hair behind your ear, his face pressing against the side of your neck.
You’re too startled to even react. You’ve never had anyone touch you like this. You’ve had boyfriends, sure, but it had never been this…deliberately slow and sensual. Intimate. He’s so, so close. As if he wants to press himself into your skin.
Now he’s turning your face to his, fingers gentle but firm along your jaw. You allow it. You allow him to drag his thumb beneath your bottom lip, to press his mouth to yours.
It feels good.
This sensation is new for you, too. This isn’t the way a teenager kisses. This is a grown man old enough to be your father parting your lips and touching his tongue against yours. Your stomach somersaults and you feel a warmth spread lower.
Dave draws back, a little breathless, the eyes that look at you heavy lidded. He does indeed look intoxicated. And ravenous. You’ve never seen his eyes this black.
“Do you like it? Freddy’s, I mean,” he adds.
You nod, even though you don’t think that’s what he means at all.
***
You will never know the amount of restraint it takes to leave things there for now.
How much William wants to shove you against the machine and tear your clothing off and have his way with you right then and there.
But he wants to take his time with you. Savor you. So he forces himself to shut the power off again and lead you from the abandoned pizzeria. For now, you’ll be safe. You’ll see the sunlight outdoors and return home to your bedroom that still likely bears much of your childhood delights in it, your thoughts anything but. He’d kissed you and you’d enjoyed it; of that he has no doubt. He’s started you down the path of your desecration, leading you by the hand.
Returning to his house that evening is disappointing. He can’t wait until he finally leaves here and brings you with him. He’s already begun planning the living space he’ll create for you inside his beloved, actual home. Sound proof, with all the necessities and creatures comforts you could want for. Some precautions, in case things did not quite go to plan, if you were perhaps a bit reluctant at first. He knows when the time is right he will take you and he will keep you, not in the stasis the dead children occupy, but alive and warm, his little secret hidden in the heart of the establishment, all for him, for as long as he desires. It will take some time to get things ready, of course, but that’s not a problem.
William Afton is a very patient man.
#william afton x you#william afton x reader#dave miller x you#dave miller x reader#fnaf fanfic#william afton#dave miller
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Prompt: Argyle (Discord Drabble)
My first time writing Stragyle really got away from me...
Robin rounds the corner into the Harrington's kitchen, wondering where the hell her best friend got to. Steve went to get more beers and just never returned to the TV room, leaving her to suffer through a bickering match between Nancy and Eddie about...
Well, she doesn't exactly know what. Only that between Steve disappearing, Jonathan falling asleep on the rug and Argyle setting about making pizzas for dinner, Robin feels utterly abandoned.
She rolls her eyes at the sight awaiting her in the kitchen.
Argyle is kneading pizza dough with the utmost expertise, psychedelic print sleeves rolled up as he dons one of Mrs Harrington's frilly aprons. He's humming a tune in time with his movements, swaying along too.
And across the counter sits Steve, planted firmly in place and not fetching more beers as he stares – nay, gawks at their new friend.
She has to clap a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh.
It's not that Steve is wracking up yet another tally on her mental 'You Suck' Board, his look of awe is endearing, if maybe just a teeny tiny bit pathetic as he leans forward like he is about to say something, likely giving Argyle a line that isn't all that smooth but will make him laugh anyway.
But then Steve shuts his gaping mouth with a click as Argyle looks up and notices Robin's lingering.
"Steve-o and I got a little carried away here," he apologises, lifting his hands so the dough stretches out and makes all these gross holes and stringy bits.
Robin shudders and looks at her best friend, who appears caught off guard. He hums, floundering a little more.
"You were supposed to be getting us beer," Robin offers and at that, Steve slips off his stool in one fluid motion.
He runs a hand through his hair and Robin swears Mr Casanova himself is blushing.
"Yeah..." he sighs with a lop-sided smile, "Sorry."
He shoots her a look – that look Steve has been giving her ever since he confessed to having a crush on Argyle about a month ago. A crush that he seems to not do anything about. Instead doing this. Lingering and gawking like a pea-brained goldfish.
It will happen.
At some point...
She thinks.
God, she hopes...
"Please hurry," she says, nodding in understanding before returning to a snarky schtick of glaring, "Nance and Eddie are gonna break the television."
"Give them this," Argyle says, grinning and tilting his head as he reaches into his layered shirt pocket for a joint.
His fingers are doughy and sticky, but Robin takes it anyway.
"Get the beer," she commands, giving her best friend a playful shove in what she thinks is the direction of the garage that might contain the beer fridge.
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Steve forgets what he came out to the second garage for by the time the interior door to the house slams shut behind him.
He'd walked down the hall, past the laundry and into the main garage with Argyle on his mind, his name racing through his pea-brain like a goddamn slot machine.
Argyle with his cooking skills. His hands kneading and rolling –
Steve yelps as the broken lock clicks, sealing his fate.
"Shit!" he curses, clamping his hand over the doorknob on instinct.
He shakes it and bumps at the door with his left shoulder for good measure.
But it's no use.
He screws his eyes shut. Unfortunately, this isn't the first time he has locked himself in the garage in search of extra alcoholic beverages.
Only this time a lifeline is nearby, closer than pressing the automatic door open and rounding the whole house to the front door where he doubts he'll be heard over Eddie's lively commentary of god knows what movie the group are up to now.
He's sure he had been in the kitchen with Argyle for at least the remaining runtime of that dumb sci-fi movie that was a selection of Jonathan's.
He releases the doorknob and scrubs a hand over his face.
Jesus, how long had he been speechless and staring at Argyle kneading that dough. His hands working expertly as he hummed a tune and swayed.
Steve smiles.
Argyle, who isn't too far away with his perfect hair and his perfect hands and his perfect smile and...
He swore to himself he was going to say something this time. Make a move – something.
It should be simple enough. They've talked. They're friends. He has workshopped countless game plans with Robin – who seems to be growing increasingly annoyed with his inaction.
Steve rolls off his shoulder and slumps against the door, allowing his socks to gradually slide along the concrete slab flooring and gently lower him down to the ground.
-🍕🍕🍕-
Argyle frowns at the closed door in front of him and takes a step back.
He's sure this is the hallway Steve turned down. But then again, the guy's house is like a maze. Luckily he doesn't do anything like sleepwalking, or else he'd be in trouble when everyone finally crashes for the night.
As he reaches for the handle, Argyle wonders if Steve sleepwalks. He knows he talks in his sleep – has nightmares too.
They talked about once, after a night like tonight where they found themselves sleepless and sitting out on the back patio under the stars. Chatting quietly while everyone else slept soundly.
He stops himself at the door.
Maybe He's probably at the wrong garage. Hell, even if this is the right door, Steve still could have moved back inside.
Argyle can just imagine him walking back into the TV room, beers in hand and smiling as he offers them to his friends. He'd need to wipe the condensation off his hands onto his jeans – those tight jeans.
Argyle gulps and looks down at his flour-dusted sneakers.
Then again, Steve doesn't need someone to hold his hand to fetch some cold ones out of the garage. Maybe he wants to be alone.
Maybe their talks are just friends talking, Argyle thinks as he begins to turn to walk back down the hall into the kitchen.
If he turns the right way, that is.
But a hearty sigh comes from behind the door, followed by someone thudding against it.
"Steve?" he asks, raising his hand to tap the backs of his fingers ever-so-softly on the door.
He notices a flour smudge and flicks it away before wiping his hands on the apron he is still wearing.
"Shit."
"Wait," he says, flitting his eye over the door, "Are you stuck in there, man?"
"... Yes."
Argyle tries for the doorknob but, even after a harsh twist, turn and tug, it doesn't open.
"It won't work," Steve grumbles, "You'll need the key. I have a spare on my keychain."
"Oh, cool man," Argyle shrugs, thumbing over his shoulder, "I'll just go grab – "
"– Argyle," Steve interjects, pausing almost instantly and Argyle finds his heart skipping a beat, "Can I just tell you something first?"
#i'm thinking of adding to this and turning it into a little oneshot#platonic stobin#steve harrington#robin buckley#argyle#stargyle#stwgdailyprompt#lilys drabbles#stobin 🍨#stargyle ✨#cw alcohol
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❀° Claw Machine °❀
≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪
Genera ➛ fluff
Pairing ➛ Beomgyu x gn!reader (not idol specified)
Word Count ➛ 875
Warnings ➛ nicknames such as lover boy, gyu, (I’m pretty sure that’s all)
AN: just something short and fun
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"Look over here at this one!" You called from an aisle ove. Beomgyu was just on the other side, inspecting whatever caught his own eye.
"Coming!" He called back.
Different machines lined the area, some arcade and rhythm games, claw machines, photo booths, etc. Beomgyu turned the corner and slightly jogged to the machine you were currently staring at, your eyes almost sparking.
"Isn't it so cute, it almost looks just like you, a little brown teddy bear." You cooed at the stuffed animal in a pile among others, but you only had eyes for the cute plush holding a little strawberry. (reference picture above!)
"Come on how many times do I have to tell you I’m not a teddy bear, I’d be more scary than anything." Beomgyu retaliated rolling his eyes.
However, you had a trick up your sleeve. A pouty face and puppy dog eyes.
Beomgyu was just going to turn around and leave you on your own again, but not before you tugged on the sleeve of his jacket. His eyes met yours once again again as your lips curved into a slight frown. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him with your eyebrows raised to almost look sad.
He was frozen in place, but the twitch of his lips let you know he was in fact still alive.
"Come on please, just one try. I really want it..." You mentally cringed at yourself, but you knew it would work.
"Ugh... why do you have to play dirty all the time?" He grumbled before he reaching into his pocket and pulling out some coins.
"What do you mean?" You asked innocently, as if you didn't just guilt trip him into winning you a teddy bear.
"You're lucky you're cute..." He grumbled under his breath.
He then inserted some of the coins to then take the controller stick in his hand, maneuvering the claw.
He looks so cute when he’s focused, his tongue slightly poking past his rosy lips and his eyes wide with determination. You couldn’t help the way you fell for him even harder.
"I think it looks good from here. Do you mind checking the position on the side?" He asked, snapping you out of your romantic thoughts.
"Mhm! Hmm maybe just a little bit further back and you should be good." You informed him with a smile.
"Then here we go..." Beomgyu said before pressing the big red button. The claw moving painfully slow.
The thin claws wrapped around the bears head perfectly and then slowly retracted, bringing the bear up.
"Come on, come on, come on." You quietly chanted to yourself.
However, as soon as the whole plushie was in the air, it slipped through the metal rods and fell back down.
"Aww that's okay-"
"Nope I'm gonna try again." He interrupted you.
And so he did... another 10 times.
The machine was obviously rigged, the claw was not strong enough to hold the big plushies they decided to put in there. Only an idiot would fall for the scam… but good thing you two are definitely idiots.
"Come on Gyu, I don't want the plushie that bad. I was only joking around. Plus I'm sure we could just buy it online and it would be way cheaper."
"I don't care. As the most amazing, talented, beautiful, and caring boyfriend in the world it is my job to win you whatever you want from a stupid claw machine." He ranted after pressing down on the big red button yet again.
This time the claws slipped around the bears tiny body, cradling it almost perfectly as it ascended.
Both of you were now holding your breaths, not daring to say a single word. Almost as if a single phoneme dared to shake it from its place.
The claw then started to shake, the bear obviously getting ready to fall out of the machines grasp any second, but not before finally settling over the prize hole.
Beomgyu let out a sigh of relief as he bent down to retrieve the plush from the slot. Your smile only grew wider as he made his way closer to you, hiding the obvious prize behind his back.
"I think I deserve something first for obviously being the best boyfriend ever." He smirked.
"And what's that, loverboy?" You teased back, the tips of his ears turning a light shade of pink.
"A kiss." He said as he pointed to his lips pouting.
Now he thought it was his own turn to act cute.
You giggle before agreeing, lightly pressing your own lips to his for only a second before pulling away, but he leaned in again and chased you for another.
Taking the chance while he was distracted, your hands traveled behind his waist, grabbing the bear for yourself.
He gasped as you pulled away, the plush now in your hands, "How could you betray me like that?!" He exclaimed while placing a hand over his heart.
Before he could have the chance to steal the prize back, you ran away, laughter following you out of the building.
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THEME: System-Neutral Settings (Fantasy Edition)
Sometimes what you need, rather than a new ruleset, is a setting that makes your system sing. These are a series of system-neutral settings that you can pick up, borrow from, or use wholesale in a game of your choice!
All of these settings would work very well in fantasy or fantasy-like games.
Into the Riverlands, by Ostrichmonkey Games.
The Riverlands rests at the heart of the world. A great current of life and movement that winds and weaves its way through the mountains and valleys of the central continent. The Riverlands stretch from the south to the far north, acting as the lifeblood of continental travel and trade.
The Riverlands are a region of vibrancy and mystery. A colorful mosaic of peoples that call it home, and the strange twilight forest that surrounds it. Explore the bustling and vibrant City of Bridges, the mysterious and primeval Forest, the distant and crumbling Empire, and even further afield.
The backgrounds of The Riverlands have interesting themes, from the mercurial Trickster-Poet to the strange Forest Dweller, to the patient Marsh Apiarist. Picking up a game that is very light on rules, such as Tunnel Goons or Into the Odd, would allow you to slot in a character that fits inside the Riverlands without having to carry as much of the dungeon-delving as traditional OSR games.
Ultraviolet Grasslands and the Black City, by WTF Studio.
The Ultraviolet Grasslands and the Black City is a tabletop role-playing game book, half setting, half adventure, and half epic trip; inspired by psychedelic heavy metal, the Dying Earth genre, and classic Oregon Trail games. It leads a group of ‘heroes’ into the depths of a vast and mythic steppe filled with the detritus of time and space and fuzzy riffs.
This game is designed with a d20 game in mind but much of the setting feels very fitting for an OSR-style regardless of the dice you use. There are 200 pages of interesting locations with encounter tables and plot seeds. Some of the locations in this city include The Porcelain Citadel, The Steppe of the Lime Nomads, The Glass Bridge and The Forest of Meat. The world is weird and resists the tones of high fantasy by populating the world with insectoids, fungal colonies, strange drugs and ancient machines. If you want acid fantasy that mixes the in a bit of weird science or post-apocalypse, this is the setting for you. The designer of this setting also has a free player guide, as well as a creature generator supplement.
Into the Wyrd and Wild, by Feral Indie Studio.
Beyond the reach of roads, past the scope of mortals there is a darkened place. A shadowed tree-line where no-one dares cross and whose boundaries go undisturbed.
This is not the woods of peaceful fey and beast, but the dark and twisted children’s tale that kept you full of terror. It is a world of fear, madness, and bloodshed; ruled over by the uncaring watch of ancient trees. There is no bargaining with the primal forces that rule the uncivilized world, as you have nothing they could ever want.
The woods do not care for you. Never forget that.
Another dark fantasy setting, Into the Wyrd and Wild includes more than a list of beasts and NPCs for the characters to encounter. It includes a way to think about money in the setting, how to emphasize exhaustion, and various other rules that demonstrate the danger and violence to be found inside the Wilds. One of my favourite sections of the book is about the Court of Broken Branches, a faction built out of abandoned children, stitched up with silver stitches and led by a magical Queen. An incredibly evocative setting and a top-tier piece of work in terms of design.
Guidebook to the Viridian Maw, by Orbis Tertius Press.
This 24-page PDF of the digest-sized zine contains fodder for a wilderness sandbox campaign in the Viridian Maw: an overgrown meteor crater, mutated and reshaped by fungal influence. To get a sense of it, check out the free download for the one-page version of the setting.
Everything is system neutral & stats agnostic, though the material is written with genre assumptions leaning toward D&D/OSR games (but usable for games like Apocalypse World or Dungeon World, too).
If you want a game that sinks your players deep into a thick, dangerous forest, this is a great option for you. There are tons of great descriptions of beasts and plants that your characters can encounter, including Driftnettle, a floating kelp-like creature that prey on the unaware and asleep, and the Sporehorn elk, a symbiotic partnership between an elk and a colony of fungi. Much of the encounters you’ll find in this zine will prompt changes to characters that make them weirder, so it might be a good idea to let your players know about that before playing in this setting.
This game works for dark fantasy, but I’ve also used it as inspiration for a Changeling: the Lost game as well!
Into the Sea Woods, by Diwata Ng Manila.
The Sea-Woods is the way it has always been: just beyond the village, across a wall that bars the rest of the roots from coming forward. No one ever knew why that wall was built. Was it meant to keep the Woods out or keep the Village in? One thing's for sure, things changed when a tree stood up from its spot and punched a part of the wall until it collapsed. It then promptly walked deeper into the woods, clearing through a small path.
Never heard of a tree walking before? Ah, then you really must be new here, aren't you?
This is a small collection of micro-settings that are whimsical and evocative. This is more of a friendly forest than a scary one - great for setting a Studio-Ghibli kind of tone. There’s a bit of a formatting issue with the current version, but the ideas present in each setting give a great amount of inspiration for making locations that feel safe and yet unique for your play group. My favourite is the Cabin, a house that always has a warm cup of tea and a freshly made bed, despite having no visible caretaker. Rumour has it the Keeper only appears at night, and if she does, she’ll bet her heart on a game of poker. I've also used inspiration from this setting in a Changeling game before, to great success!
The Gardens of Ynn, by Dying Stylishly Games.
The Gardens of Ynn is a point-crawl adventure set in an ever-shifting extradimensional garden. Each expodition generates its route as it explores, resulting in new vistas being unlocked with every visit. It's a big garden full of whimsy and delight and surreal perils.
The Gardens of Ynn are a constantly re-arranging set of gardens that act as a magical maze. As a point-crawl adventure, this is a great option for a point-crawl game, but it might also be an interesting piece of inspiration for a horror game of some kind. This book begins with some basic lore about the Gardens themselves, followed by a d20 table that adds how deep you are in the Gardens to determine which area you happen upon next. Each area has a description, and many areas have additional roll tables to determine what can be found, or what kinds of encounters you might find within.
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when i think of them, i think of...
inspired by this post by @shoccolatine, check it out!
LUCIFER
his smile — whether seductive, sadistic or genuine
reds, blacks/greys/whites, golds
his study — the skull on the wall, fireplace, the red velvet chair | you reading by the fireplace, enjoying the quiet crackling sounds as he works
his demon form — the red gloves, the horns, the wings, the peacock feather details on his clothes, the diamond on his forehead
his fur lined coat, his gloves, his tie
his eyes, specifically the reds at the bottom
apples, poison, fangs, blood
ghosts, grief, loss | him petting a sleeping cerberus as he sits by lilith's statue. he's silent, not wishing to disturb her
how much he loves his family — how he's willing to be a villain to anyone he feels may harm them, from you to his own father
cosmic and body horror, upside-down crosses, eyes, destroyed psyches, crackling, warped reality, the sound of bones snapping
the skeleton in his room
records, wine, comfortable silence, quiet nights
MAMMON
him laughing as he and you drive in a getaway car
his laugh, his smile, his sunglasses, his jacket
that little pose he does where his hand kinda covers his lips, usually done when he's feeling confident
his silliness — the dumb excuses for doing (or not doing) something, his even dumber schemes, running/hiding from lucifer, his tsundere-ness, how he says "yikes!"
gift boxes, jewelery, gold, silver, money (coins and paper)
casinos, the word "jackpot", poker, slot machines, cards, dealers
the casino fight scene in black panther, specifically the part where claw's hand thing shoots the cabinet and the money flies everywhere
his wings
his familiars | him petting and praising them for doing a good job, like catching stray grimm or reporting important info
him punishing people who don't pay back their debts — they find themselves in an empty street, fog rising and crows soon surrounding them
how much he respects lucifer, how he followed him into hell without question
how despite all the fighting and dumb stuff that he does with his family, he still values his role as a big brother
LEVIATHAN
this card (the pre-devil's flower)
him at his pc, laser-focused in on a game. he's glaring at the screen, fangs bared, determined to win
his room — the bathtub, the jellyfish, the aquarium, the figures, henry 2.0 in his little fish bowl
headphones, game controllers and consoles, screens, neon colors (greens, blues, purples), keyboards
anime, magical girls, figures, sparkles
his loud ass OOOOHHHHHHHHHWWOOOOOOOOAHHHHH voice line
his tsundere-ness and shyness, how he gets flustered so easily, how cute he is when he blushes, your love and affection for him being "too high level"
how he seems to have a soft spot for the twins
his demon form — the tail, the diamond pattern along his neck, his weird zipper jacket thing, his horns | (a fic i read where the author described his horns as antlers, and they headcanon-ed that they shed every season)
fish, colorful coral reefs, bright blue seas, bubbles, beaches, snakes
deep dark oceans, octopus/giant squids, sea monsters, ships, the navy, admiral uniforms, lotan
SATAN
orange cats, piano music, books, libraries, coffeeshops, soft greens and browns
him sitting in a greenhouse. sunlight filters through the glass walls and plethora of green plants. he's smiling as he reads a book, an orange cat sleeping in his lap
his professionalism — he has many connections, and he prides himself on his intelligence. "people respect someone who's well-informed."
how he's a gentleman, almost like a fairy tale prince
love and lovesickness | him writing love letters and poetry for you, a giant smile on his face as he comes up with the most beautiful words to describe you
him becoming incapable of reading love stories when you're away, for all he can think about is you while reading them. his fingers delicately trace the spines of his many romance books, but he refuses to open them. just the thought of doing so is too much to bear
his room — the beauitful shade of purple, the window, the books, the candles
fire, chaos, destruction, broken buildings and bones, screaming, rage, fangs
his eyes, a beautiful green
his demon form — the feather boa, the horns, the ribbon ribcage design on his shirt
the things that make him stand out compared to his brothers, compared to everyone — his symbolic animal is a unicorn (the only fantasy animal), his black eye shine, his butler outfit is the only one with three patches on the sleeves
his pose — one hand on his hip and the other on his chest, just like lucifer...
ASMODEUS
pinks, yellows, oranges, and more pinks
his cute smile and giggle
his demon form — the bat wings, the gradient horns, the bleeding hearts on his arm, the asymmetrical legs | (the redesigns i've seen from people where they include a scorpion tail)
scorpions, sand, heat, blood, bloodlust, hearts, gore, passion, obsession, love
diaries, glitter gel, sparkles, cute nicknames
spotlights, music, singing, stages, partying, drinking, clubs, sex
bunnies, strawberries, fluffy and fuzzy textures, fangs
his eyes | (the fics i've read where the author describes their color as champagne)
him lying in bed on his stomach, fresh out of the shower in a cute robe, slippers, and headband. he's writing in his diary, kicking his legs, smiling as he thinks about you
lipstick, blush, makeup, nail polish, influencers, devilgram, livestreams
(red) hearts, both the symbol and the organ
his positive energy — his ability to light up a room, how he wants everyone to join in and have fun, asmo nights, how he sees the beauty in everyone
how much he cares for his family — he painted their nails so everyone would know them as brothers, how he's determined to make sure satan feels included
his insecurities — he ties himself to his image and appearance, to the point that when you were the first to compliment his personality alone and not just his looks, he was surprised
how he acts like a helpless damsel in distress while also being the most viscous character
that scene in season one, where he said that if you were thinking about belphie while with him, he would rip your heart out | (it made my heart beat faster, but not out of fear)
BEELZEBUB
reds, oranges, yellows
the sun, bright blue cloudless skies
him being the cause of plagues and famines. a scene of him summoning swarms of locusts to gorge on crop fields, leaving nothing left, still unsatisfied
wheat and corn fields, apple orchards
his wings | (i saw someone describe them as fairy wings)
dense, mossy, and enchanted forests. twisting trees and twinkling fairies, mushrooms and flowers growing everywhere
bugs — bees, butterflies, flies, grasshoppers, beetles, locusts
bears, squirrels, lions, grass, honey, fluffiness, cuddling
his smile, how adorable his blush is
calling him beautiful or sweet, watching him blush in embarrassment. a big, ravenous demon turning into mush after being complimented by a human
how he loves his family more than anything — his extreme survivor's guilt over lilith, how he said he would die for lucifer, how he became enraged and even attacked lucifer once the truth about belphie's whereabouts were revealed
even with how he's a big brother to belphie, they're still twins, making him the youngest of the brothers as well — he has his own bratty behaviors, throwing tantrums, being a karen at restaurants, stealing food from levi every morning. he's the biggest brother, but he's still another baby of the family
his hair
his jacket and shirt | (they both look very comfy, and i would love to wear them)
hunger — hell's kitchen, banquets, expensive meat, clusters of grapes, plates, forks and knives
fangs, tongues, gore, cannibalism
BELPHEGOR
dark purples and blues, blacks, white accents
space — starry night skies, the moon, constellations
sleep, teddy bears, pillows, blankets, dreams, illusions, ghosts, nightmares, fear
the cow jumped over the moon nursery rhyme
cow print — it's on his pillow, his demon form's jacket, and his swimwear jacket too
his horns, which are similar to that of a dorset horn sheep
him looking down at sheep mc's bell in his hands, a solemn look in his eye. maybe mc's in the human world, or maybe it's been years after their death
regret and grief — not being able to save lilith, his love for humans turning to hatred, his fight with lucifer, the attic, lesson 16
how he and lucifer were said to be close before the attic...
beel, lilith, and love — he doesn't blame beel for saving him, and called beel an idiot for believing otherwise. he learned about the circus in the human world, and pretended to be a ringmaster while trapped in the attic. he let lucifer get rid of lilith's room, and said goodbye to her
his sarcastic and bratty little shit-ness — his "innocent" bitchass smile, his giggle, how he embodies the youngest sibling and baby of the family, the anti-lucifer league
a fanart i saw of him in his TSL outfit, the description being "the princess is locked in the tower for a reason..."
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The Bad Sanses somehow ended up in the Backrooms. №14
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This is the translation of the another post from Russian to English. I understand English, but it is very difficult for me to write in English, so I asked chat GPT to help me. I have corrected some parts, but there still may be mistakes.
There will be no romantic lines in this story. I don't think it's appropriate to introduce romance, the story just isn't about that. Perhaps there will be some hints (I love some pairing and polyamory in the gang), but this work is just a research and hobby for me, a platform for experiments. Killer is just fooling around because he gets an interesting reaction in return.
Well, now I want to experiment with the number of images. I will be adding more relevant illustrations to the text. For now, I'll start with two or three and see how it turns out. I don't think I'll have time to add the gang to all the images, but perhaps in the future, I'll do.
What Error identified as an "exit" turned out to be a broken arcade machine. The power cable was torn and led to a small dirty puddle, one of the walls was scratched with claw marks, as if a wild beast had sharpened its claws on it, and the coin slot was overgrown with moss. But Error was convinced that this thing could serve as a way out of here (he sees more than the others), when they look around. After all, they have just arrived. However, level 25, where the arcade machine presumably led, was a good opportunity to choose their own path ahead (Nightmare was happy to have the chance to predict his own life).
The description of level 23 in the database described the ruins of a past civilization. Engaging in archaeology would not be amiss. Moreover, in addition to items, human organizations hunted for information (Killer understood their curiosity). Old bricks, ruins, a couple of rusty coins, sketches of various architectural styles - the group looked with admiration (except for Error) at their boss, who surprisingly well oriented himself in the value of archaeological finds.
Many of them sometimes forgot that their boss had lived a long life and loved learning new things.
The group's inventory, although it allowed carrying many items, was limited and had already been filled with essential items. They had to choose. Some things were discarded based on data from the Backroom database, some did not represent historical value. Mostly, the subordinates of Nightmare were engaged in the search: Killer brought everything he saw, while Horror enthusiastically searched for edible and medicinal plants.
Dust was the only one who purposefully searched for artifacts. He admired Nightmare's skills and was interested in learning more about history from him. Forest butterflies flocked to him. It even seemed to Dust that they were trying to help him in his search within their capabilities. Perhaps it was his imagination. But he managed to find a couple of interesting frescoes and fragments of some strange tools, which Nightmare identified as "valuable".
Some of the finds resembled musical instruments, some looked like weapons or tools. They seemed damaged, but Killer's attempt to break one of the ancient items failed: they turned out to be surprisingly strong.
Horror found wild grapes and a bunch of snails on them. It took him a couple of days to prepare the snails (each of them knew about snails from the old lady), but the berries tasted good. As if the plant came here not from the forest, but from the plantation. That explained the snails.
Error used strings to catch animals and let Horror cook it. It was just rational. The big guy could cook well. In a way, Horror bought Error's loyalty. For now.
Overall, they stayed in these forests for about two weeks and did not notice any signs of a possible way to get to their home dimension. It seemed that the human settlement was also too far from the place where they were (Enrico could have had a hard time). And everything that people knew, they immediately published on Reddit or the knowledge base, and they had not yet come across any secret communities. The latter was very disappointing Nightmare.
With some caution (the dimension-killer could play a trick on them, but going all the way back was too tedious. They were, after all, Sanses), the group returned to the arcade machine by a shortcut.
It was standing there.
Waiting for them.
Error could not make it work just like that. He saw the executable code for moving to level 25. But the Backrooms did not allow him to change or initiate anything. Fortunately, there was a real thing in front of him. And the code for moving was launched manually. He just needed to reconnect the wires and microchips that would do all the work for him.
Error stuck his hands inside the broken machine and released the threads. They slid inside, weaving through the broken parts. The power source was still working - the cord outside was decoration.
The mechanism seemed complex, but Error only needed to fix what was involved in executing the code. It took some time, but the Destroyer managed to do it. The machine still looked deactivated, and its screen remained dark. But inside, music could be heard, and the coin slot glowed with light bulbs. One of the ancient coins they found managed to squeeze inside. Now they just needed to press a few buttons, simulating the game. Killer happily pounced on the levers and keyboard. After a few actions, Error began to reboot, and Killer got into the game - it seemed that the arcade machine contained some kind of fighting game. It was difficult to orientate oneself by the sounds of battle, but the skeleton got carried away and played until the transfer worked.
They all appeared in the hall, level 25. The second crossroads of the Backrooms. Many arcade machines, billiards, mini-bars, soda machines, ping-pong and other entertainment.
Killer immediately offered to play something. He playfully used his body as a bet.
Nightmare belongs to Jokublog
Killer belongs to RahafWabas
Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale
Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios
Error belongs to CrayonQueen
Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork
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Let's make a Villain!
Last time we made a henchwoman player character for Henchwoman RPG, a hack of Maid RPG. This time we will make a villain the players can work for! You don't actually have to fully roll up a villain for this game- as an NPC, they can be limited to a general concept and a few stats- but it's always fun to see what the dice give you.
By popular demand (my husband's) we will be making Mr. Sparkplug! But how seriously should we take this often-rebooted criminal? There are two things to determine this, their Level and Tier. First, the level- how long have they been at this?
To determine this, roll 1D6. We rolled a 3, meaning he's an Apprentice! If he keeps this up, maybe he'll get all the other villains not to laugh at him!
Now for the tier...
On 1D6, we rolled another 3, making him a C-Lister- which is frankly better than he should have hoped for. He's not a complete joke, but a lot of his villainous schemes will probably be about improving his name recognition.
Next up, let's give him two Special Qualities!
Roll 2D66 to determine special qualities! We rolled 2 and 4 for Musical, and 3 and 2 for Ridiculous Prop! Wow, what a guy! Let's say he carries around a big, silly steampunk lightning rod, and oh how he likes to make it sing!
But what, exactly can he do? Let's give him a Power or two! A villain starts with two powers by default, though I may change this to add or subtract powers based on level and tier. For now, Sparkplug gets two of these.
Roll 2D6 twice for this table. In our case, we got 2+1 for 3, Brilliance, and 6+4 for Wackiness! (I promise I didn't fudge that roll!) He has a very stupid gimmick of making electrical outlets turn off and on, but damn it, he's going to find the cleverest uses of that power he can!
Now we go over to the Henchwoman tables to finish him up. First, his Stress Explosion.
Rolling 1D66 for this, we got 2 and 2, meaning he burns off stress by Gambling! Let's hope he gets away with rigging the slot machines' power outlets before the mob catches him.
Now, the Color table.
Rolling 3D66, we got 1 and 6 for vermillion eyes, 6 and 3 for gold hair, and 6 and 2 for an indigo outfit. Looks like he's aiming to be the next tumblr sexyman!
Finally, his actual Attributes. This is important to understand- a villain's stats will almost always suck compared to a henchwoman's. Villains are meant to be cool but useless, reliant on their henchwomen to pull off pretty much anything. Athletics, Charm, Skill, Cunning and Luck are each 2D6/4, and Will is automatically 2 (Spirit is 20, based on this.)
Rolling down the line, Mr. Sparkplug has Athletics 2, Charm 1, Skill 2, Cunning 1, Luck 2, and Will 2. He's going to need those henchwomen if he wants to get ahead in villainy!
A few notes at the end:
We rolled a Theme for our henchwoman, and it makes sense if all the henchwomen and the villain share that theme. However, that is not necessarily true. Sometimes villains put together teams of minions with different wacky gimmicks. Sort of like some kind of "high risk of death gang" or something...
Once upon a time, villainy was a boys club, and being a henchwoman was the next best thing for a villainous woman. Times have changed, and the field of big time villainy is much more egalitarian now. Henching remains a pink-collar profession, however. Obviously your characters may be any gender, and can care about default expectations as much or as little as you want.
Next up, I'm working on the lair creation and random event tables. Updates to come!
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