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emmyrosee · 1 year

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YALL BASED ON THIS VIDEO HERE IM SCREAMING-

It’s been hours since you’ve smiled at Rintaro.

Not since this morning when you left. He was home today, all day, left to watch your three year old, and be home to see your nine year old. You’d kissed the side of his nose, reminded him of some chores, and everything was fine for you to go out and do your own set of errands.

But to come home to a trash bag sitting outside of the door and not in the barrel that got emptied today?

Oh. Screw smiling.

There may have been a small argument that broke out once you told him, about how he assumed you’d take the trash out since you were leaving the house- of which you snapped that it’s not your responsibility to automatically take out the trash when you leave.

Your son, Akito, was only left to watch the chaos, setting up the console he and his father were about to play on.

“I forgot, okay!” He snaps, rolling his eyes. “I’ll take it out later, it’s fine!”

“It’s not fine!” You yell back. “The trash was already taken! It’s worthless at this point to do it!”

He looks like he’s about to say something back, but you see him bite his tongue. “Good choice,” you snarl. Leaving him and Akito, you make your way upstairs and into your bedroom where you get changed into something that doesn’t emit outside-world feeling. You take a quick shower, wash your face, and when you step out still angry, you’re quick to make a new game plan.

Once you’re done with your small dose of self care, you stomp into the kitchen for something to eat, hoping that it’ll help curb any further anger coming from you both.

Crackers and cheese, some little slices of fruit which you intend to pair with they jelly you got on your last visit to the city.

You grab the jar and with a deep, frustrated exhale, you grip the cover and try to twist.

When it doesn’t budge, you feel your eye twitch.

You try again, to no avail. You grab the nearest towel in an attempt to get a better grip. No dice.

You sigh, tossing the rag to the side before stalking your way into the living room, grimace etched on your face.

“Can you open this?” You ask, and just as Rintaro pauses the game and tosses his controller aside to reach for the jar, you slip right past him and pass it to Akito, who takes it in his hands to pop open the lid.

With a small grunt he manages to open the lid, passing you the jar with a small smile, “here, ma.”

“Thank you, handsome man,” you hum, blowing him a kiss and blowing a raspberry at Rintaro when you make your way back to the kitchen. There’s a pause of silence, a question you don’t quite catch from your son, and suddenly, you hear your husband jump up from the couch. You smirk. It doesn’t take long before feet quickly pound their way into the kitchen, and a disgruntled Rintaro stands, pouting, in the doorway.

“What. Was that about?”

You shrug softly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t give me that crap,” he says, brows furrowed in frustration. “You’re seriously going to use my own creation against me?”

“Your creation?” You scoff in disbelief. “First off, I don’t remember you carrying our two children around for nine damn months. Second of all, our children are not creations. They’re children.”

“Point one,” he begins, quickly walking over to you. “You were hot as fuck carrying around our spawn. Secondly? Last time I checked, our baby machines only worked when together.”

“Feral!” You snap, giving him a grossed out look before turning towards the snacks you’d been making. “Get the hell out of my kitchen, I don’t want you here- HEY!”

Before you can think, Rintaro reaches past you and grabs the jar of jam, quickly raising his arm above his head to get it out of your reach. You would’ve tickled him for it, but the jam was from a small business three cities over. And the fuckhead knew that, and you hate him for it.

“You’re such a pain!” You growl, making a jump for it. You barely come close. Your fingers wrap around his shoulder in an attempt to yank his arm down, but he tightens it up completely to make it immobile. You’re rendered completely helpless to your husbands cruelty.

“Akito!” You call your son in hopes for assistance, snarling up at your husband. Instantly, socked feet slip along the floor, and at the sight of his figure in the doorframe, Rintaro bears his teeth.

“Don’t help your mother, she has to learn a lesson!” He snaps.

You growl back, “don’t listen to your father, you and your sister’s snacks depend on it!” Akito’s green, confused eyes flick back and forth between you both, and if you weren’t so stubborn, you’d think about how absolutely hilarious this is.

Rintaro, in all his 185 cm glory, holding a damned jar of jam above his head, so much so a sliver of his side pokes out from his shirt, and you, crossing your arms childishly after making extreme reaches for the jar.

It’s ridiculous, it’s childish, and it’s perfect for your marriage.

Akito gnaws his lip, “I mean… Ma is the boss, dad-“

“If you scram, I’ll double your allowance this week.”

“Bye mom!”

With the last bit of hope you have, you watch as he skates his way back into the living room, eye twitching in annoyance. “Kaiya wouldn’t betray me like that!”

“She’s three, mom!”

“She’d still help!”

Left to your own pity, you once again make a reach for the jar, only for him to reel his arm back a little bit more. “Give me a break, I have snacks to make,” you say, voice pitched in annoyance and defeat.

“Tell me you won’t go to our son for husband jobs.”

“Tell me you’ll take out the trash when I tell you to!”

“I thought you were throwing it out!”

“Why would you not check!”

“I didn’t think I had to!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll check on your waking daughter,” Akito calls annoyed from the living room, the only thing breaking up your argument.

With a deep, exhausted breath, Rintaro slowly lowers his arm, though still keeping a slight distance between you. “Cant we both say we’re wrong?”

“I’m never wrong,” you snip.

“I know, but for the sake of waking our three year old up, please just cave with me. Please, baby. I’m-“

He’s cut off by your quick lunge for the jar. He yanks it out of the way, and you’re left chasing it like a dog with a treat. You do, however, hear your husband laugh, but it’s not the laughter of victory from a few moments ago.

It’s laughter of adoration.

“I will leave you.”

“Gotta get the jar first.”

You, once again, for the nth time in a row, make a reach for it, but this time, Rintaro’s free arm quickly wraps around your waist to encase you in a hug, and he leans you back into the most ridiculous dip you’ve ever been apart of. You can’t begin to fight your own laughter that bubbles past your lips, fingers instinctively gripping his collar for stability.

Once your titters are finished ringing in the air, he straightens you both up, relaxing as you thunk your head against his chest. The jar gets put down on the counter, and he kisses the crown of your head sweetly as his arms tug you close.

“You’re annoying,” you purr.

He chuckles, “I know.” He closes his eyes and gently breathes in your scent, “and I’m sorry about the trash my love. Even if I thought you took it out, I really should’ve just. Checked.” Long fingers gently smooth up your neck to gently massage the nape, and he hums as you melt like putty against him.

“Now it’s gonna sit,” you pout. “In the trash outside. And it’s gonna smell. And we’re gonna be the house with smelly ass trash.”

“I know,” he repeats, trying not to laugh at your concerns. “I’ll take care of it princess- and worst case scenario, I’ll write letters apologizing to the neighbors for our rotten trash.”

You snort softly against his collarbone as you continue to nuzzle closer, “I’m sorry I went to Akito to open my jar,” you confess, angling your head up at him. He smirks and leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, his hands moving up to cup your cheeks lovingly.

“You wanna know a secret?” He asks against your lips.

You hum in intrigue.

“I’m pissed because I tightened them all when you were in the shower, so you’d have to talk to me.”

“SERIOUSLY?”

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pristine-rose · 1 year

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so heres ur thrist alice when ur ready to show the world fr (got multiple charcters in this i was bored af and horny af)

ahem

Tattoo artist arrlechino who loves it when you cry and beg to take a break when shes tattooing you she just sighs and puts the plastic wrapping over your healing skin and tells you to shut up before dragging you behind the counter and into the staff room just to eat you out roughly (bonus if she has a tongue percing and its freezing cold touching your clit) you have to watch her bite your thighs and lick them while all you can do is sit there and wince bc you wont let her do her job‼️‼️‼️

Idol miko!!

idol miko just wanted to rebel against those ugly old ass men at the agency (taking ur trope bc ong its so good) . She hated the fact that they had no common sense like sure she would be stalked but doesnt she have a private area besides..They cant keep treating her like crap in this industry and starving and making her feel like entertainment and lying is the best way to live her life, Then she meets you conviently she laughs at the way your easily manipulated into having sex with her going on dates while she despises you yet she cant stop thinking and thinking.

All she can do is kill the emotion off but as she would have it your too cute to let go shes desperate clawing your thighs arms and neck suffocatting you while you go along with it her degarding you and you go along with it will you ever hate her? She finds it annoying yet adorable and shes inlove now and just as obssesed as you are maybe even more. She might steal your panties at night and weae them to shows. She’ll even pin you in public as a fan service moment just to piss off the agency and let the public know your owned

brat tamer and god complex ei

ugh i cant get her out of my head frkm the event anw tho

brat tamer ei is annoyed at the fact your so smug and cunning with the way you play your just like miko so she decides to get her trust strap out and hold the musu no hitotachi right at your neck ready to strike lightning at any given moment not afriad to cut in an instant

she has no place for those who wont listen to their god even in modern day society you can change but you can never forget your beneath her and always will be your just a lowly mortal

you should be begging for forgiveness right now.

and one last one to make everyone happy fr🗣🗣🙏

yelan bc i need her

foreplay and temp play w yelan

yelan is so teasing yet so sweet having her hydro ropes and dice roll around your neck she should just roll the dice and play the game at this point shes being so unfair and rude its removing want from your thighs but now on your brain

you just want her to destroy you make you forget you ever were this needy for her. You just wanna ride her thigh and cum all night or even sit on her face its pure desperation at this point you dont even know your so lost and half registering everything around you wanting something or the woman behind you to stop tightening the wet ropes around your body arousing you more

all you can do was sit there naked and look pretty on her lap as she has her warm thigh underneath you and cold and wet ropes and dice wrapped around your body playing with you

maybe if she rolled a 6 or 5 she could finally fuck you but you know yelan

somtimes being unlucky is lucky for her

-🤲 (mayb im being a bit to nice ill send u angst one day alice fr)

🧍‍♀️

#💌 : lovemail #🎐 : long ask #arlecchino smut #ei smut #yae miko smut #yelan smut #hu ! 💘#i. im. aa #WHYBWOULD YOU DO THIS #wait can i uh. take some of these #to expand on 🥺

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slugtranslation-hypmic · 6 months

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Haiiiii ^_^ can you translate Rivals! from the block party album? pretty please with CHEESE 🧀

Sure. Under a cut for length.

This one just seems to be goofy vibes and doesn't have as much imagery or anything requiring reworking as the last three requested songs. As a result, the translation is pretty darn literal. No attention paid to rhyming, line length, or rhythm.

Don't let screwing up or getting screwed over get you down! Action plz For everyone born under an unlucky star: Passion plz We're constantly flipping out over where we went wrong. 1, 2, 3! Turn it up, yo! Action plz I feel like I'm pulling a blunder, shooting craps and betting on big 6 [1] at the last second. Don't stop the game! Oh please, can't I get some fiction plz? [2] To hit the button to go back and redo everything. Just you wait; I'll destroy the current reality! Aren't you about to go off the rails? Aren't you about to fall off the tightrope act? Take it easy, baby, now. Take it easy, baby, now. [3] And screw it! Let's play it fast and loose! Let's gooo!

Don't let screwing up or getting screwed over get you down! Action plz For everyone born under an unlucky star: Passion plz We're constantly committed to flipping out over where we went wrong. We say, "Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo!" Go, go, go, go! UGH. Time to bolt down the meal I paid for with my overtime. Hm? My cellphone's ringing off the hook. Slapping down hardcore rhymes on my time card, Participating in another joint effort so we can all clock out with a bang. 1, 2, 3. Yup, let's all line up. 2, 2, 3. And march in step. We take our lyrics very seriously, and we're strongly committed to providing you with a great singing experience! [4] My eyes can tell, tell, tell what it takes to win. [5] The one and only guy to cross the most ridiculous lines, living on nothing but adrenaline, taking each day as it comes and winning! Yeah, take it easy, baby, now. Take it easy, baby, now. And screw it! Let's play it fast and loose! Let's gooo!

Don't let screwing up or getting screwed over get you down! Action plz For everyone born under an unlucky star: Passion plz Everyone's gotta struggle and put in the hard work, even the folks you're sick and tired of. We say, "Boo-hoo! Boo-hoo!" Go, go, go, go! I bet all my chips right from moment one. It's all or nothing. It's the uprising of the corporate drones. Don't mess with guys who've got nothing to lose. There's no doubt about it; we're gonna burn out sooner or later. That's just our fate. Poor us! Dead or Alive in da house Crazy DOPPO in da house Yeah, yeah, high, high, let's gooo! [6]

Don't let screwing up or getting screwed over get you down! Action plz For everyone born under an unlucky star: Passion plz Wishing you all the luck--or, well, as lucky as you can ever be. Someday we'll laugh over this together, but until then we're Rivals! Rivals!

[1] Craps big 6

[2] This part's written in English, but I assume he means "fiction" in the sense of 空想 or 絵空事--something he wants that's too good to be real. In this case, it's a button he can hit to go back and redo everything.

[3] If I am correctly assuming what they're trying to say, this is more naturally worded as "Now, take it easy, baby." [4] Admittedly, this part's not very literal haha. I was having difficulty with the tone otherwise. Like a lot of Doppo's raps, it's written in a style reminiscent of business language. I drew inspiration for this bit of PR BS from some real life companies in a BBC article. [5] This (勝ち線, kachisen, lit. "victory line") is a pun on 勝ち戦 (kachisen, a fight someone wins). Dice then uses this to perform a piece of wordplay on the phrase "一線を越える/cross the line" which, unlike its English counterpart, can carry a connotation of breaking an established norm in a good way. (Hence the Cross a Line song--ie, breaking the norms by going above and beyond in new, revolutionary ways)

[6] Partially a pun on how はい (yeah) 灰 (lit. ash, part of the line I translated as "burn out") and English "high" all sound similar and partially evoking a sense of high energy.

#hypmic translations

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dlstmxkakwldrlarchive · 1 year

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HARD 8

■ throw of two dice that lands on 4, the two digits form Jonghyun's bday 0408

Dice (commonly known as craps), is a game often played for money where the player (referred to as the shooter) rolls 2 dice hoping to roll a winning combination. The number 8 can be obtained three ways.

The 'easy way' by rolling a 6 and 2 or a 3 and 5, or the 'hard way' by rolling a 4 and 4.

'Hard' numbers are any 2 pair combinations: 2 and 2, 3 and 3, 4 and 4, 5 and 5, and 6 and 6. Betting on the 'hard' number combination results in a larger return when it is thrown.

■ Hard 8 is the eighth novel by Janet Evanovich featuring the bounty hunter, Stephanie Plum

Hard Eight revolves around a child custody fight, rather than a criminal bail bond, and marks the (sometimes repeated) departure of the series from Stephanie chasing bad guys to Stephanie being stalked by the bad guys.

Stephanie is asked by her parents' next-door neighbor, Mabel Markowitz, to find her granddaughter, Evelyn and great-granddaughter, Annie, who have disappeared. During a messy divorce with her ex-husband, Steven Soter, Evelyn was forced to post a child custody bond, and Mabel used her house as collateral. If Evelyn is not found, then the bond company will foreclose on her house, and the money will be forfeited to Steven. ×

so its like being watched/hunted but also to hunt and watch (?)

■ Hard 8 is a crime film written and directed by paul thomas anderson:

Sydney Brown, a well-dressed senior gambler, finds John Finnegan, a homeless man, forlornly sitting outside a diner. He offers him a cigarette and buys him a cup of coffee. John tells Sydney that he lost his money in las vegas and he needs $6,000 for his mother's funeral. Sydney offers to drive John to Vegas, where he helps John win the money. ×

SHINee members recent outfits suggest a casino concept; like their first pic together, the dice keyring onew & key wore recently and onew recent outfit in his ig live

SHINee 8th Album HARD = 하드

SHINee 4th Album ODD= 오드

Also the blue sky dress code for their fanmeet could hint to something:

#230601 #shinee the 8th full album hard #daily update #ot5 #shinee

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gaykarstaagforever · 3 months

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Well! Second DMing session ended with the guy who made me do it, who was going to "help" me, hanging up on me mid-session and texting

So much for "I don't care if you don't know how to do it, I'll walk you through it," I guess.

I was very clear from the outset that I think most ttrpgs, and ALL DnD rules, are arbitrary math nonsense that you need a college course to understand, specifically created by terrible people to force everyone else to put up with their infantile, unintuitive view of the universe. I told him I hate this crap. He manipulated me into trying it anyway. Guess who hasn't changed his mind, and guess who is now throwing a temper-tantrum about it? I TOLD YOU this was a bad idea.

I read the book. The 8 books. It doesn't matter. They're math textbooks written by bad writers and my eyes kept glazing over. I don't understand why any of these rules exist. I'm just forced to memorize formulas. That I don't respect.

There is no space for reputation, or politics, or combat scenario realities, or random accidents and diseases, or genuine surprises, or living in an apathetic, living, breathing world that doesn't give a fuck about your Chosen One status. It is wizards casting fire balls, because the guy doing that hates his mom, and made up a rule set where he can play his weird stupid power fantasies. His weird, stupid, RACIST power fantasies, if this last group's predilections is any indication.

I don't have patience for this. It's arcane and unrealistic and sucks the joy out of everything and it ISN'T FUN.

If you love it, great. I'll get out of your way. But it runs counter to how my brain works and I fucking hate it. I love the idea of using dice to RP events and see what happens. But at some point of complexity you are just obeying someones precious little rule-book so obnoxious math nerds who memorized it can be smug about exploiting loopholes.

Go play a video game for that. That's not a healthy social interaction. That's yet another version of a group of fucked-up people being whiney and dogmatic about random shit they made up, specifically so they can be cool in a world they specifically designed for that purpose. And what the fuck is that? I hate them, and I hate that.

My old mantra was "nerds with math ruin everything." I was always half-joking, but only half. I have zero respect for everything this is, and what people are apparently looking for from it. It is frustrating and boring and limiting and stupid to me. I don't enjoy it. And I don't even want to ever play it again, because I dread being doomed to waste my brain power sorting out weird meta game math shit that doesn't seem to take into account any defensible simulation of actual reality.

I have spent 120+ hours over the last 5 months trying to get into this. Trying to get a handle on why people like it, to figure out the secret I am missing. I have spent stupid amounts of money on stuff, to that end.

And I either lack the 3000 IQ space brain to get it, or I absolutely get it, and I just absolutely hate it. Either way, I've had enough.

I want to do a D6 system that is just "roll against opponent, bigger number wins, DM RPs what that means." That's loose and interesting and feels like real life. The rest can go jump in the river.

"YEAH BUT THAT'S UNFAIR TO PLAYERS!"

The world is unfair to life. You're not 12 anymore. I don't get anything out of playing around in a baby world made for babies. You're just mad because it isn't going to work in your favor the way I'm proposing it.

It's like Tim Cain said about programming RNG. You give them real RNG, everyone gets mad because "it's not fair." Because RNG isn't fair. They don't want RNG, they want to be autocrats of reality, then soothe themselves that they're not in fact cheating assholes by claiming "the numbers worked out in my favor."

When the reality is that the system was specifically designed over 50+ years to give them an advantage. And that isn't RNG. That isn't playing a role. That isn't being a real hero by self-sacrificing and being randomly lucky and muddling through. It's just egotistical self-delusional nothingness.

Like, maybe these kinds of games are STILL niche things for a reason? Maybe the only really popular and profitable entries are video game and movie versions where you don't see the math, BECAUSE you don't see the math? Like I don't think I'm alone in not giving a shit about this byzantine, nerfed crap.

That doesn't make me better. Do whatever you want. But if THAT'S what you're doing, count me the fuck out.

I did my time, and I'm sick of this shit.

#rant #dnd #ttrpg #ask yourself why you like it

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artemisthewh0re · 2 years

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Tiny Bullies

Eddie Munson x Chubby Black Reader

Ed makes you meet all his freshman friends, fluff

A/N: I got this idea from a @mrvlbimbo oneshot about hickeys lol.

Time stamp 0:25 is how I imagine Eddie sees you

Eddie nervously taps on the steering wheel of his beat up van as he drives into the student parking lot of Hawkins High. He'd coerced you into coming to his D&D club after your shift because some freshman were giving him crap about having a "fake girlfriend".

"You really let some fourteen year olds bully you?" You teased him relentlessly when he first told you.

"Come on, please come. I want to see the look on their faces when they see how gorgeous you are." You're a sucker for flattery so you agreed to come only if he bought your favorite ice cream from Scoops Ahoy. You happily lick the last of the cone before exiting the car and heading inside

Eddie holds your hand as he guides you to the back of the auditorium stage where the club is held.

"After you." He opens the door and you step through. A group of boys are huddled around a table covered in little figurines and dice. To be honest you knew nothing about D&D even though Eddie had explained it about half a million times to you. It's one of the main reasons you never came to his club but today is the day you finally learn.

"Greetings, it has come to my attention that some of you children don't believe I have a girlfriend. Well today I'm proving you wrong." He wraps an arm around your shoulders and looks at you expectantly.

"Oh um hi, I'm Eddie's girlfriend." You wave at the slack-jawed boys with a little smile.

"C'mon boys pick your jaws up from the floor and let's play some D&D." You walk closer to the group as they continue staring at you.

A chubby boy makes a quick glance down at your exposed chest before returning to your eyes. Maybe it wasn't a great idea to wear a halter top around teenage boys.

"I saw that, her eyes are up here." Eddie gestures to your face before grabbing a chair for you to sit on.

"Sorry," he responds with an embarrassed look on his face. His cheeks are brighter than a tomato.

"No harm no foul," you say, trying not to laugh.

Eddie places a chair next to his at the head of the table so you can see everyone's faces. The rest of the boys introduce themselves before you take your seat next to Eddie and wait for the game to start. You try your best to understand the rules of the game to be honest it went in one ear and out the other. Instead you stare at your gorgeous boyfriend. His regular theatrics are dialed up to eleven around the freshman. They watch in awe as he plays out the scenarios. It's weirdly a turn on for you.

Eddie notices your staring and blushes a little. The boys giggle and tease him for his flushed face.

"He looks redder than a firetruck," says a boy named Dustin.

"Shut up Henderson!" Eddie shouts over the laughter. You can help but laugh at his frustration and give him a big ol kiss on the cheek. Lipstick stains his cheek and a wide expression forms on his face.

"Ew guys get a room," shouts Mike, a scrawny kid who could be a baby version of your boyfriend.

"Hush you guys are just jealous you get none," you retort cockily.

"I have a girlfriend," responds Mike

"Yeah me too," says Dustin.

"Well I don't see them here rooting you guys on," You quip, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms.

"Yeah, where's your girlfriend Henderson? Wheeler? Do they live in Canada?" Eddie shouts, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in for a long kiss. The boys sigh in frustration and mild disgust. The rest of the night passes by with the team managing to beat one the biggest villains.

As you walk through the double doors of the school, you wave to the rest of your boyfriend's posse who were in better spirits earlier.

"I guess you showed those kids who's boss huh?" You tease Eddie, poking him in the sides.

"We showed them who's boss. You were kind of mean though."

"I was just joking. Anyways, you're the one who needed your girlfriend come defend your honor."

"Shut up." Eddie pushes you away from him as he nears the van.

"Just saying," you laugh, opening the door and hopping in.

@tobesolonely-22 @coonflix @cuddull @rengokuiloveu @playgurlxoxo @luvvvjada @brown-eyed-thang @gweelczz

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xxfabulashxx · 8 months

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I have decided that Tumblr Sexyperson HQ is a physical building. Here's some crap I made up about it

Because Sans and Cecil both won tournaments they are now presidents of the HQ, below them is the Sexyman Council (Onceler, Warden, Tony, Bill, Black Hat, Alastor

Members get free therapy because most of them need it, also sometimes they Google themselves and are traumatised

Because of how many members are scientists there's a lab area where they can do experiments and talk nerd shit, some members that use this floor are: Dr Eggman, Jimbotnik, Dr Doofenshmirtz and Flurg

There's also clown and skeleton hang out areas because of how many there are, the skeleton area was designed by Jack Skellington so is very Halloween themed, the clown area is very colourful, has lots of balloons and a ball pit which may or may not have something hiding in there

Some who use the skeleton area are: Sans, Papyrus, Jack Skellington, Lewis Pepper, The Phantom, Itward and the Grim Reaper

Some who use the clown area are: Pennywise, Jevil, Dimentio, Fizzarolli, Ronald McDonald, Buggy and Moon (Sun doesn't like going in cus he's scared of everyone so the room is mostly kept in the dark)

There is a bar and restaurant floor which is also used for parties, any member can get on stage and perform by singing, dancing or doing a comedy routine (Bittergiggle has been banned because every time he tells a joke and no one laughs he has a mental breakdown)

For the ones who either don't have a home or do but it's shit, membership also offers living quarters which are basically small apartments (the more popular they are they bigger and nicer their rooms are) some people who live in the building are: Onceler, Bendy, Spamton, Jevil, Warren (tho he probably lives in a closet)

Sans and Cecil don't decide who's a member and who get's kicked out, it's up to the fans. Sans and Cecil get to decide things to do with the building and events

Alastor refuses to appear at any fan meet n greets because he hates his fans

Baldi and Purple Guy are best friends cus they both really fuckin hate kids

Ban Ban is a member for some reason but he doesn't visit a lot due to the fact no one likes him

Bendy follows Alastor around like a lost puppy because he thinks he's cool (Charlie thinks he's adorable)

Dancing Banana hosts quiz shows where sexymen compete, it's very popular, he also hosts interviews

Sun and Papyrus get along very well and hang out a lot, Sans always stays close by incase the lights go out because Moon is a bitch

Dimentio takes full advantage on how strong Jevil is and has mind controlled him several times, Jevil does not remember any of it other than suddenly appearing in a different location feeling dazed

Duck thinks he's the best sexyman, Sans just goes along with it, he doesn't care enough to argue

Red Guy is like a royal British guard as in people like to do weird shit in front of him to get him to react…no one has gotten one yet

Itward is the Dad friend to everyone, he's good at comforting and lends an ear for venting

The Phantom speaks perfect English but he often pretends he only knows French so he can avoid people

King Dice will sometimes co-host Dancing Bananas shows unless he's busy

Zim, Peepers and Marvin will fight constantly and once they enter a room people will start to leave

Mettaton hates how both Sans and Spamton are so much more popular than him since one is lazy and the other lives in the trash (and has tiny legs)

Onceler and Warden are best friends and share one brain cell (their friendship is similar to Arin and Dans from Game Grumps)

Papi will often bring Popee with him which no one is happy with because he is very explosive (literally) except Moon he encourages the chaos and has pretty much adopted him

Everyone has collectively made a rule that no one may upset Papyrus, anyone who does is shunned and excluded

There is an ongoing war between Ronald McDonald and Colonel Sanders where they both try to put up the most ads for their food places

Sans has a fancy penthouse apartment he only uses for naps, there's toys in it for when Frisk is over as well

Even after everything that happened, Jevil is still good with kids and won't hurt them, one time he found Frisk sitting alone as Sans was in a meeting so he played with them and showed them magic tricks until it was done

Every so often Shrignold will show up and ship everyone with everyone, no one likes him and Tony will have to search the whole building to catch him and kick him out

Larry sees everyone's dreams, he has seen some shit and isn't sure whether Spamton or Jevil have the weirder ones

Slenderman is like a sim, he will walk over to people and join their conversations although he doesn't speak, he just stands there menacingly

The Smiler is there sometimes, no one knows why but they've just accepted it, the people at Alton Towers are still trying to figure out why is keeps disappearing tho

The Onceler has been woken up on several occasions in the early hours of the morning because Spamton and Jevil decided to have a competition on who can make the most noise and keep the other awake (their rooms are right next to each other)

Jevil and Popee are an awful combination, they have lit many fires, Fizzarolli is afraid

The Warden in in charge of security, he has placed cameras everywhere

As part of the agreement when they were taking Jevil he is not allowed to leave the building on his own and has to wear an ankle monitor which will also shock him if he tries to leave

When Tony first arrived he made sure every room has a clock so everyone always knows the time

#long post lmao #tumblr #tumblr sexyman #sexypersonhq #sans #onceler #tony the talking clock #the warden #spamton #jevil #where are there so many garten of ban ban characters on the sexypedia #who put them there

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[image description: A friendly-looking character with short cropped black hair is shown in a classic oval frame. He makes scissor-hands while a Rock and a piece of Paper make faces outside the frame above him. Text reads, “132, Édouard de Rochambeau ~ The Small God of Bloodless Dispute Resolution”]

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You don’t have to fight. It’s okay.

Seriously. Fighting isn’t going to make you serious, or a badass, or whatever you’ve decided it means to be a “real man”—and why are people still getting hung up on that, anyway? You ever met anyone you think is a “real man”? Is that the guy you dream about growing up to be? Huh?

Yeah, yeah, kid, I know you’re a big scary adult. But all you humans, you look like kids to me, because the ones of you that stay around the longest, you don’t manage a tenth of the time I’ve been here, and since you keep beating the ever-living crap outta each other down there, I don’t think I’m going anywhere any time soon, if you get what I mean.

And anyway, you humans get to keep growing up for your whole lives, and that’s pretty amazing. Except for a few of the amphibious gods, we don’t manage that sort of thing. The chance to grow up to be someone different tomorrow than you are today, now that’s divine. Miracles are nothing compared to maturing.

I believe in you.

So yeah, we play games to settle scores. We talk things out. We roll dice and we negotiate and we argue and we do everything but fight, because you’re too good for that. You got that? You’re too good for that, you constantly growing, constantly changing little spark of eternity. So c’mon. Let’s dance it out, or if that’s not conclusive enough, we can play Scrabble to decide who’s right and who’s wrong. Whatever makes you happy. Whatever keeps you from bleeding on the street.

This is the way we do things, among the divine. You don’t have to fight.

I promise, it’s okay.

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thinking about The Resurrectionists minisode and how Aziraphale doesn't quite grasp the effects of poverty in societal power structures. thinking about heaven's rigid hierarchies and hell's looser ones. thinking about God as The King, The Ruler, The Good, The Light, and hell as The Evil.

thinking about how Aziraphale is going to try and change heaven from the top down. thinking about the roles Gabriel and Michael and Uriel had were as the arbiters of God's will. thinking about Muriel, and how lonely it is at the bottom of the ladder.

thinking about Job's children and Aziraphale lying to the Archangels.

thinking about ACAB. about how a cop trying to do good is still reinforcing unbalanced power dynamics. about heaven having no checks and balances, because you can't check the word of God.

thinking about how there is no direct comparison to real life, because heaven is Good, and hell is Evil, and there is no room for debate because you know who heaven has? God. and God is Good. and thinking about how close Aziraphale was to grasping that maybe God isn't always Good, but he still can't accept that. how he keeps trying to just explain why Job doesn't want new children and justifying why wee Morag should be healed and insisting to talk to God in s1 because if She just took his call, he could explain everything and She'd understand, obviously! because She is Good, even if the Archangels aren't always, so it must be a misunderstanding.

thinking about hell being understaffed. thinking about demons being mostly miserable. thinking about how Satan is superficially God's opposite, but not and never God's equal.

thinking, always thinking, always thinking, about The Resurrectionists minisode and how Aziraphale doesn't quite grasp the effects of poverty in societal power structures. thinking about Aziraphale's "but that's the good bit! the lower you start, the more opportunities you have," and Crowley's "that's lunacy," and Aziraphale's "no, that's ineffable." thinking about Aziraphale not immediately clocking just how embarrassed Maggie is to have the rent conversation, how she doesn't even try to argue, how she says she can be out asap, about his confusion why she'd even suggest that.

thinking about Crowley being a high-ranking angel of some kind before falling. thinking about Shax and Furfur just trying to get better lives via promotion. about just needing a cuppa to get through your shift. about angel-Crowley's dismissive nature, about how he remembers Aziraphale's and Shax's and Furfur's names now and didn't seem to bother with that before the Fall. about Crowley teaching Shax about sarcasm and humanity, even when she's threatening him. about power and losing it, about power and never having had it to begin with, and about God's power, who could unmake the universe in a heartbeat if She so desired.

there's something in here, but I can't stop thinking long enough to piece it all together. we need to know more about God in the GO universe and exactly what Her nature truly is. but it's all so unbalanced. truly, no angel other than the metatron could have convinced Aziraphale to come back to run heaven, because he's the voice of God, and even he only did so with some master manipulation.

(thinking about punching the metatron in his stupid face)

(and finally, thinking about how a cool flashback minisode for s3 could be the trial of King Charles I in 1649)

sorry this is long, and thanks for letting us all ramble to your inbox :) -💭💭

oh nonnie, you really are going through it ain't ya?✨💓 don't apologise for it being long, everyone is more than welcome to slide their ramblings into my inbox✨

fuck it im getting in the trenches with you, as long as noone minds it being pretentious philosophical crap, but ive had this knocking about for a couple of days, and after your ask i rewatched ep3 and found it was the perfect one to demonstrate what im trying to say!!!

"God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players (ie. everyone), to being involved in an obscure and complex variant of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time."

power is like a huge game of chess, manipulating pieces around the board and pushing forward your advantage pawns just as much as sacking your queen, even when it's the most compelling piece on the board, and still being able to pin your opponents king.

power is like a dance where one usually thinks that because they are following the steps they have control over where their foot will land, but not understanding that regardless of the steps, how you dance them is controlled by a tempo and a rhythm.

power is like when someone has ordered a meal based on a description, building a mental image in their head, and what you serve is something resembling the description close enough that they can't argue sufficiently to send it back because they got what was advertised.

power is control, and influence, the ability to bend and shape everything around you. power is not leaving anything to chance, or coincidence, because to assert power is to exact where the hammer falls. power is nothing other than control, and the absence of power is not only weakness; its mirror is also disorder. it's chaos, and anarchy.

there are, obviously, conflicting schools of thought on power. but im going to refer to nietzsche, as a fairly obvious example (and entirely just my interpretation), and his suggestion on power being in line with his thoughts on the "death of god". with this, we can infer that humanity would achieve true power through self-realisation, and not by conditioning their actions in response to a higher stake, such being god or the salvation of their soul; to act only in purpose to their own selves, and not a higher, deterministic influence.

i think this is exactly where the crux of aziraphale's response to power sits in ep3. he truly believes, thinking only on a base level, that the digging up of bodies is wrong; it's desecration, and, as he believes, intrinsically against the will of god. but crowley, as others have pointed out, rightly shows him that the duality of morality is seeped into everything and how you perceive morality entirely depends on your perspective, borne out of your experiences you have been dealt and gone through. digging up bodies is morally wrong on the surface, but it befits a higher, good purpose (education in medicine, precipitating the ability to help people and do further good). this, for a short while, truly shifts aziraphale's world view; we can see that.

so when morag is injured, he's prepared to exact his own power, and help and save her. he's hesitant, because it's not something he's entirely confident in doing, but he's willing and prepared. and then morag died. morag tripped over a wire, got blasted with a grave cannon, and died. but, from aziraphale's perspective, was this an accident? or was tripping the wire a divine intervention following the fact that aziraphale had had a shift in mentality with dalrymple? and morag dying - was it an assertion of power that was in direct retaliation of aziraphale daring to think he could exact his own power, his own control, by saving her? possibly, and would explain why he continues to be conflicted throughout his narrative; not only out of fear, potentially, but in surrender to the power of god.

when it comes to the apocalypse in s1, aziraphale and crowley directly contradict what they thought would be an assertion of absolute power and, especially in aziraphale's case, potentially realised that power may not be the core of god's agenda after all. averting armageddon might just have been part of the wider, ineffable plan. i think this is where aziraphale begins to shift his understanding of god; that through his own, free will and action, he can still do good, and still be of god, but he has power that is ultimately his to control.

the job storyline similarly parallels this whole thought process; that aziraphale felt immediately that he would be punished for asserting his own power in the situation with the children. he has a power over gabriel and the other angels by way of lying to them; in his mind his actions, his free will to lie, his power, directly contradicted god's power and will. but he (as far as we know by crowley's account, crowley was not there to drag aziraphale down to hell) was not cast out, and did not fall. so does that mean he did indeed do the right thing? or, if we understand god to be omniscient but benevolent, was this mercy? could aziraphale have interpreted his fear of falling as a warning, the first strike? it would make sense, given he chooses not to interfere with the heavenly policy on jesus' crucifixion, despite his evident hesitancy with it.

i think that aziraphale puts a lot of stock in ineffability because it's a comfort that power resides elsewhere, and all he has to be is a conduit. call it cowardice or pragmatism, i think sometimes to aziraphale that it's just semantics. in his mind, he is simply bowing to the power of god, out of faith and reverence and perhaps - yes - fear, and that's understandable. but i similarly think he starts to question ineffability in the context that when the power comes from an unknowable source, where the motive and agenda is completely unknowable to boot, the right thing to do is question that power. and this adds further context to why he chooses to rejoin heaven; that in taking control of the power that resides within him, he might be able to influence things for the better, because he's realised - or at least realising - that he is not simply a puppet for god to control (whether or not she did want to control him, or even intended to).

aziraphale was, once, an angel that went along with heaven as far as he could. but now? whilst i do think that the metatron obviously had some influence over aziraphale through manipulation, i think it's slightly depreciative of aziraphale's character development to remove his own agency from that decision - realising his own power through free will and action, and using this to potentially leave behind something better, and completely effable, and material. he has changed, he has developed, and whilst he may not be successful in his agenda to change heaven, and it might be dangerous, the fact that he felt he had the power to try speaks volumes to me✨

(i too would love to see a Charles I substory; however questionable his belief in divine power residing within himself, the narrative of governing and being accountable only to his own conscience - because he was the earthly representative of god, in his eyes - could be something really special to see in GO!)

#i got vaguely philosophical and honestly reading it back im cringing but i have very nietzsche thoughts about GO #and i haven't even TOUCHED on foucault yet incredible #good omens #ask #aziraphale meta #s2 meta #god is dead theory #metatron spec #flashback meta

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Zakari's Thoughts on Third Members

Saburo Yamada

"Saburo's another good friend of mine, though I'm not as close to him as I am to his older brothers. Still, it's kind of a shock that he's only in middle school considering how smart he is. It also doesn't help that he's the youngest person in the D.R.B., or that his birthday comes late in the year, like mine. But he's still a cool guy, despite his personality. I'm actually teaching him how to play games of chance. He's pretty good! Unlike Jiro, he's got a killer poker face!"

Rio Mason Busujima

"I met Rio while exploring Yokohama once. Normally, I try to keep within the city. Venturing on the outskirts is a bit boring since there aren't a lot of high places to jump from. But curiosity got the better of me, so I decided to head towards the woodlands. I certainly wasn't expecting to find someone living, least of all a former army official. He was pretty nice, though. We played a few card games, and he was surprisingly good. I don't know if he played before, or if he was good at keeping a straight face, but he actually beat me a few times. To thank me, he gave me some of his homemade food. I know it looked gross, but it actually tasted pretty good!"

Dice Arisugawa

"Ugh, I wish my parents would get off my back about Dice and me being friends. He and I are one and the same, so it's no surprise we're cool with each other. Apparently, they're afraid that he's going to drag me down with him. But how do they know it's not the opposite? How do they know I'm not the one dragging him down? But this is just one of those topics where the three of us agree to disagree. My dad says I can do what I want, but he's not responsible for what I do as a result. Gee, thanks pop."

"Besides that, it's because of Dice that I was able to meet Lucille. I know she was frustrated that I beat her, but now... well, we'll pretty happy with each other, even if I do know that she's probably biding her time to try to trap me in something. But hey, I'm looking forward to it!"

Doppo Kannonzaka

"This guy... he both infuriates and worries me. Why? Well, for one thing, I've seen what this guy can do when he's pissed off. He's got a surprisingly hot temper. So what I want to know is, why the hell doesn't he use that temper to knock the people who are bothering him at his job, huh?! I mean, if someone was bothering me as much as those folks at his job do, I would have gone off a long, long time ago! But no, he chooses to just go through with it! It's no wonder his boss and co-workers walk all over him! And then he has the gall to get upset at Dice for trying to earn money an easy way! Why don't you try changing you work environment before you judge someone, you cowardly piece of crap!"

"...Anyway, that's why this guy infuriates me. But the reason he worries me... it's because I'm afraid that I may have to become like him someday: a regular officer worker making minimum wage, doing the same crap every day. Sorry, but that's not for me. If the choice is between living like Doppo or living like Dice, I'll take Dice's way of living any day of the week."

Rei Amayado

"...I'll just say it plainly: I don't like this guy. I don't know what reason he has for abandoning his own sons, and I don't care. There is no excuse in the world for it. And then, after revealing yourself to your sons, instead of apologizing to them, you choose to just go back to doing what you've been doing, being a lapdog for the government, while conning people out of their funds. I know I bitched at Doppo, but at least that guy is working to earn his money, no matter how bad his work environment is. You should take a page out of his book, pal."

Hitoya Amaguni

"I don't know Hitoya all that well. When I go to Nagoya, it's mainly to hang out with Kuko and Jyushi. Hitoya sometimes joins in, but it's more out to keep an eye on us than actually trying to participate. He reminds more of a grumpy uncle than anything. ...I wonder what would happen if Kuko and I started calling him that. Oh, the look on his face! We've got to try that out sometime!"

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #zakari hiroya #private party #roppongi division #saburo yamada #rio mason busujima #dice arisugawa #doppo kannonzaka #rei amayado #hitoya amaguni

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Every Cthulhu game EXCEPT CoC, yes. So, thoughts on Fate of Cthulhu?

Okay so, rating from 1 to 10, 5 being "as fun as CoC", and considering i actually like playing CoC in spite of everything:

Delta green: I like modern settings and most of the rule changes, except for combat. Fuck the US though. Also I called the co-creator a pervert on twitter. 5/10.

Trail of cthulhu: Cool concept with enough crap to make every side of ttrpg mad. Pelgrane press loves AI art now. 5/10.

Cthulhu dark (paid edition): A setting guide with a ruleset to make trail look like pathfinder. insight instead of (in)sanity. insight is Still pretty much sanity. 5/10.

Pulp Cthulhu: It's not enough to live under Hairy Longcraft's racist shadow, one must rise to the occasion and become Doc Savage. 5/10.

Fate of cthulhu: it's FATE, of Cthulhu. it's messy, but kinda fun. No (in)sanity but corruption. Yet losing humanity makes you a monster, and monsters are the irredeemable bad guys. it's FATE. 5/10.

Achtung! cthulhu: 3 or more versions for different systems. All of which make no sense to me, i don't even like the setting. Maybe killing nazis will let us forget about Harry polyp longcraft. 3/10.

Cthulhutech: 2000s japanophilia-infused dice-pool system D&D with cthulhu stuff. Humans are being replaced with aliens! But also the human government is bad (but not racist, just anti-alien)! South America is there! Madness is reversible! Some of the worst misogynistic shit I've read in a game! It's a mess that should be researched for the sake of humanity, lest us repeat our history. Also, it's probably an evil artifact that possessed catalyst game labs. 1/10.

Arkham Horror: boardgame fun 6/10. Eldritch Horror: Arkham horror but better 7/10. Mansions of Madness: Betrayal at house on the hill but with cthulhu and you need a phone. 4/10. Elder sign: worse arkham horror 4/10. Cthulhu death may die: miniatures 4/10. Every chaosium book for other ages of history: idk 5/10. Munchkin cthulhu: NO 2/10.

#TTRPG #RPG #boardgames #cthulhu #call of cthulhu #CoC #ask

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the diviners - libby bray sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw : death , alcohol mention , language

‘they say it’s still haunted by restless spirits.’

‘I’ll keep you safe.’

‘I will teach you fear.’

‘I will not apologize! I told the truth.’

‘did I tell you that I have special powers?’

‘you don’t mind being seen with the town pariah?’

‘you with your keen observations—- what, exactly, do you find so special about me?’

‘I am exercising my individualism.’

‘you can call me anything—- just not before noon.’

‘it’s like a party without any confetti.’

‘sometimes you might hear odd sounds in the night. but you mustn’t be frightened.’

‘dead bodies are such trouble.’

‘well. It’s a regular mystery, I guess. where’s agatha christie when you need her?’

‘I thought I saw someone watching us. I must’ve been mistaken.’

‘could you please remind me why we’re friends?’

‘life don’t come to you, (name). you’ve gotta take it.’

‘not interested in making pals. I already got a best pal.’

‘I never forget a favor. you know that.’

‘i’m on to you, pal. you so much as whistle off-key and I promise I will personally give you the bum’s rush.’

‘absence makes the heart grow fonder. let’s put that phrase to the test, shall we?’

‘you must be willing to risk in order to be rewarded.’

‘I am never drinking again.’

‘you should know by now that I never do what I’m supposed to do.’

‘idealism is just an escape from reality. there is no utopia.’

‘you might change the world, (name).’

‘we’re not safe, you know. not at all.’

‘ain’t that just the way of the world, now? good luck turns bad. bad luck turns good. just a big rolling craps game played between this world and the next, and we’re the dice getting tossed around.’

‘get some rest. live to fight another day.’

‘maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.’

‘a man’s gotta believe in something.’

‘me? I’m the farthest thing from trouble you’ll ever know.’

‘the worst part is the feeling. like something terrible is coming. something I don’t want to see.’

‘I don’t wear worry.’

‘you’re so selfish sometimes! it’s all a game to you—- and you want to rig it in your favor all the time, and damn what anybody else wants.’

‘people always fear what they don’t understand.’

‘you’re supposed to marry for money, not love.’

‘there was just something about him, like I’d known him my whole life.’

‘now you’re starting to make me jealous.’

‘you’re a lot more like me than you think, (name).’

‘what I meant to say is, you like me a lot more than you think.’

‘i’m afraid I’ll have to kill you now. be a honey and sit still while I strangle you.’

‘I can’t imagine anyone ever leaving you.’

‘there are times when one friend requires the blind faith of another. this is such a time.’

‘when have I ever steered you wrong?’

‘it’s just that … you’re not what I thought.’

‘there’s nothing wrong with you. I just want you to know that.’

‘what good is it to have this power and not use it?’

‘it’s best to let the dead lie in peace.’

‘people tend to think hate is the most dangerous emotion. but love is equally dangerous.’

‘i’m not letting you out of my sight.’

‘people will believe anything if it means they can go on with their lives and not have to think too hard about it.’

‘will you get down before you kill yourself?’

‘one day, (name), you’re gonna fall head over heels for me!’

‘all this time, I thought I was alone. different. but you’re different, too.’

#sentence starters #rp memes #rp sentence starters #rp prompts #literature prompts #literature sentence starters #the diviners sentence starters #the diviners prompts #period prompts #1920s prompts

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