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ptergwen · 3 years

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last christmas

w/c: 2.0k

warnings: a few descriptions of dizziness

summary: someone might be able to get you back into the holiday spirit

a/n: hi hi hi i’m really excited about this :,) i’ve had the idea for a while and i like where it’s going! it’s based it off of the movie last christmas and this is only part one, so if it feels a little slow that’s why AND on that note i hope you enjoy

━━━ *:･。.

“you’re late,” harry comments as the coat room door bursts open. he’s not wrong, but he doesn’t have to announce it. you slip behind the counter while tying up your apron. “only ten minutes. besides, we’re never busy this early.” he presses his lips together and grabs a large cup.

that’s the face he makes whenever you say or do something stupid. you’ve learned a lot about harry in your year of working together. he’s a pretty laidback guy. funny, too. you’d consider him a friend and not just your coworker. the only time he isn’t chill is when your coffee shop has what you like to call its rush hour.

it’s in a pretty prominent area in london, and it gets packed every afternoon. people like to pop in for a muffin or some tea on their lunch break. with it being christmas time and all, the shop is way more chaotic than usual. the seasonal flavors clearly draw a crowd. you take that as a compliment since you came up with a few of them.

the point is, harry can get stressed and pretty mean. you’re afraid he’ll explode if you ask him a question sometimes. he turns super red. but, he also knows more than you do. he’s had to fix countless machines you’ve almost broken. you two make an interesting team. it’s just you and harry who work mornings.

your mouth drops open when you see the line of people squished into the shop. “oh, shit,” you whisper to yourself. harry hears it and hums smugly. “rush hour came early. get out there.” you quickly take your spot at the register. a man with a fuzzy red sweater and judgy look steps up. “hi, sorry for the wait. what can i get started for you?”

the rest of your morning is exactly the same. you deal with the crabby customers, harry makes the drinks. it gets better once your other coworkers clock in for the day. orders get done faster, and you have someone to joke around with from time to time.

you and harry eventually switch because he’s bored of making hot chocolates. you’re in charge of drinks while he rings people up now. it’s not too bad at first. all you have to do is dump some mixes into water and call names. then, everyone starts shouting at you. the drinks gets harder, you keep messing up, and customers aren’t happy.

harry is about to tell you off when he sees you stumble. he rushes to your side before you hit the ground. you grab his arm with an apologetic smile. “thanks.” “is it...” you nod, not wanting him to finish his sentence.

he’s your only coworker you told about your accident. it happened last year, almost a full one to date. you got this job a few months after. harry has always been understanding of it all, and he accommodates you however he can. you’re grateful to have his support.

“i’m just a little lightheaded. i’ll be fine,” you wave him off. he clicks his tongue. “you can’t stand if i let go of you.” you’d try to prove him wrong, but you don’t feel like falling on your face in front of all these people. “go take your break, y/n,” harry says softer this time. you give in, letting him take you to the coat room.

━ ❆

it’s finally the end of the day. your shift ended fine, and now you’re walking out with harry. you’re laughing at something he said inside. you pull your coat up around your face, smiling as you say your goodbyes. harry looks off to the car you assume is his before returning it. he waits until you’re out of sight to get into the passenger seat.

“who was that?” tom asks before harry can even shut his door. “y/n. we work together,” harry replies casually and buckles his seatbelt. the car engine is the only thing holding off silence. he raises an eyebrow at his brother.

“why do you ask?” “dunno. looks like you’re friends,” tom says quietly, pulling out of the spot he parked in. “you haven’t mentioned her.” “i have. you’re never home when i do,” he deadpans. tom drums his fingers on the steering wheel as they stop at a light.

there’s that void begging to be filled again. harry gives him a small smile. “thanks for picking me up, by the way. you’re cheaper than uber.” “does that mean i’m getting paid?” tom looks over at him. “joking. anytime, bro.”

harry can tell he’s waiting to bring you up again. all he did was look at you, and he’s falling. he’s never been subtle about his crushes. harry knows the two of you would get on well, but he’s not sure if you can handle a relationship right now. this year hasn’t been easy for you. you should be focusing on your health, not his tool of a brother.

at the same time, you could use some cheering up. you haven’t sang along to one christmas song playing at the shop. tom gets so into christmas every year, so maybe some of his festivity could rub off on you. it’s possible to work on two things at once, right? you’ll be happy and healthy for the new year. that’s all harry wants for you.

he wouldn’t mind the same for tom, either.

“she’s in all day tomorrow,” harry sighs. tom scrunches his face up in the side mirror. “who is?” “y/n, div. i knew you were going to ask.” there’s no denying that one. “right. i’ll stop in for a drink.”

he smiles about it the whole way home.

━ ❆

the next day is just like the last one. harry seems more on edge than usual, but you don’t know what that’s about. he does let you stay on register today so the chances of you passing out are lower. that all changes when your next customer walks in. you recognize him immediately, even with a scarf covering half his face.

what the hell is tom holland doing in your café? he pulls his scarf down and walks up to place an order. you sort of forget how to act. “you... you’re...” you stammer, eyes wide on him. smiling, he presses a finger to his lips. all he wants is a coffee, and you’re about to get him mobbed. you raise your hands in defense and focus on the register.

“sorry. can i get you anything?” you try again, lowering your voice. he’s still smiling. “sure, thanks. i’ll try an iced peppermint mocha.” a smile takes over your own face. “cool, i suggested that one.” you punch it into the register, keeping your eyes on tom. “i’ll bet it’s good, then. i trust your judgement.” he sounds genuine but teasing at the same time.

“hey, harry.” tom waves at him while he makes something in the blender. harry unenthusiastically waves back before getting to work again. you turn to harry with your eyebrows knitted together. “you know each other?” “really well. we’re brothers,” tom replies, your eyebrows now raised to the top of your head.

“what? how come you never told me?” you almost yell at harry. he awkwardly dumps the contents of the blender into a cup. “it never came up.” “you don’t talk about me, baby bro?” tom jokes, getting his card out. you give harry one more look before turning back to him. “oh, don’t worry about it. it’s on the house,” you dismiss him.

“he’s a multimillionaire, y/n. i think he’ll be fine,” harry chimes in. “family discount,” you decide. tom chuckles and shoves his wallet back into his pocket. “you’re a funny one. can i make it up to you somehow?” his eyes lock with yours. you feel fluttery, like your heart is going to jump out of your chest. there could be a few reasons for that.

“um, can i get your autograph?” you murmur out. “easy. do you have something to write with?” he watches you scramble to get a piece of paper. you pull a pen from behind the counter and hand them both to him. a line is starting to form, but you can’t even pretend to care. there are more important things going on.

harry starts making tom’s drink while he signs the paper. he leans on the counter, his tongue poking out. he’s so sweet for doing this. your alarm goes off before you can tell him that. you quickly shut it and peek over the register to see. harry comes up to you.

“isn’t that for your medication? you should probably go take it,” he says so only you hear. you shrug a shoulder. “i set it a few minutes early. i’ll be fine.”

“here we go.” tom grins and hands you the paper, then the pen. you put it down with another smile before looking over his signature. you’re confused when you don’t see one. instead, he wrote down a bunch of numbers.

it can’t be...

“it’s my number,” tom explains, glancing over at harry for a second. he scoffs and puts the lid on his drink. “i figured you’d like it more than my terrible cursive.”

your whole body feels hot. whether it’s from putting off your meds or getting hit on by tom holland, you’re not sure. you wouldn’t mind the latter, though. it’s the safer of the two. in all seriousness, the fact that he has any sort of interest in you is pretty insane.

“wow, for real? thank you.” you look at the piece of paper in your hands, then at tom. “does this mean i can text you?” he’s practically beaming at you. “or call.” “tom,” harry calls from the pickup counter. he rolls his eyes for good measure. “i guess your drink is ready,” you laugh out. tom adjusts his scarf again.

“i guess it is. i’ll talk to you later?” you hold up the piece of paper. “that’s what this is for.” he breathes out a laugh and turns to go. you’re about to call up the next customer, but he looks back at you. you shake your head. it’s going to be impossible getting through what’s left of your shift. “enjoy.” tom nods confidently. “i will.”

━ ❆

the first thing you do once you get home is call tom. your roommate is out with friends, so you’re spread out on the couch. all the lights are off to help the headache you got. with your luck, you’ll wake up with a migraine. you’ve become too familiar with nursing those. it’s given considering everything that happened.

tom picks up on the third ring. you hold your phone to your ear and sit up. “hello?” he asks sternly. you cringe at yourself for not texting him who you are first. “hi, it’s y/n. i probably should’ve texted.” his tone softens. “no, you’re fine. i was waiting for you to call.”

“were you really?” you lay your head back on the arm of the couch. he hums proudly. “tom holland was waiting for me to call him?” “he was.” you can hear the smirk in his voice. “he really enjoyed your conversation earlier.” sighing, you look at your reflection in the tv. “i did, too. i don’t think harry could say the same.”

“he hates having me around. i’m embarrassing, apparently,” tom laughs at his brother’s behavior. you press your lips into a pout. “is that why i’ve never heard about you?” “probably,” he confirms. it seemed weird that he wouldn’t want to tell the world his brother is spider-man. then again, harry isn’t like that.

“that’s nice, though. it’s like i’m the same me before the movies,” tom lightens the mood. “not that i know you, but i feel like you are,” you agree with a small smile. he’s grinning at his phone. “speaking of not knowing me, when are you free?” he smoothly transitions to the asking you out part. you were hoping you’d get there.

“saturday. why?” “i was wondering if you’d want to go out with me.” you hold the phone away from your face and silently squeal. tom didn’t need to witness that. “that would be fun, yeah.” “anywhere special you want to go?” he asks. he’s hoping there isn’t because he already has a place in mind. you actually don’t.

“surprise me.”

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neo-nymph · 5 years

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Blood, Sweat & Tears: [Ch.2]

Word Count: 4,478

Member(s): Jungkook ft. Other Members

Themes: Mafia!AU, Hybrid!AU

Warnings: None

[Ch.1]

The silence occupying the space of the office was different now, biting at the body that filled the previously vacant seat resting in front of the desk Jungkook resided behind. The window has been closed as well, shutting out fanciful paradise and closing in the ever-thickening tension between the two men. This silence wasn’t the kind people found themselves in during a car ride when the conversation just happened to die down, or the kind of saddened, disappointed silence a parent gives their child when the get a bad call from school. This silence was deadly, questioning, wondering what kind of poison the devil must have given him for him to do such a senseless thing.

Such a seemingly senseless thing.

Taehyung was in his position for a reason and it was obvious to anyone who was granted even a singular brief encounter with him the amount of power and intelligence he possessed. He was an analyst of both sides, understanding and needing to be understood. Every move he made, the direction of his breath, the shoes he wore, the parties he attended was for its own purpose as a small part of a much larger picture. Even after knowing him for 5 years, Jungkook still wasn’t able to decipher the thoughts and complications that danced around his best friend’s mind. He and Taehyung liked it that way as it allowed him to do his job better than any being ever could. In times like these, however, it drove Jungkook insane.

The older man’s heart beat as normal, his pulse never bothering to speed up or slow down under the leaders staggering gaze. He had yet to even attempt to explain himself as he obviously saw no fault in his actions. His eyes remained forward, his lips pressed together in a thin line as he calmly waited for a word to be spoken, his hands folded in his lap as Jungkook’s stayed folded over his mouth, still throwing daggers with his eyes.

“Why.” It came out as more of a statement than a question, almost like a demand for an explanation.

“I found that she could be very useful to us.” He received no response as an indication for him to continue.

It was just like the hundreds of other parties Tae had made an appearance to within the past three months. The sun slowly dipping into the sea glistening behind the mansion gracefully caste a golden hue over the grand estate, complimenting the jewel ridden dresses and sparkling arm candy kindly. The fabrics flowed off the model-esque woman the way silk would flow off of a cloud, their skin appearing soft as can be, as if untouched by the tainted hands of mankind. They stood proudly as symbols the of wealth and status next to their husbands, bosses, and clients with their arms draped scripted around them. Taehyung saw these men often, sometimes at parties such as this, though most of their encounters happened only to Taehyung’s knowledge. He knew more about all of them than any of them would be comfortable with, and it showed in the way their shit-eating grins turned to scowls when they caught him passing by. Taehyung simply presented a grin, raising his glass of champagne in their direction.

Wedding dance played appropriately through the main hall, fitting for the occasion, the celebration of a marriage between an ally of Bangtan and his love. The walls were decorated elegantly with red, white, and gold décor, the marble floor glistening brightly against the white lights shining above the dozens of chandeliers. As some couples mingled around the ice sculptors, others held each other dearly and swayed around the dance floor. But Taehyung moved casually through those seated at the tables lining the dance floor, searching for his target. It was crowded, as most high-profile events such as this tended to be. The lawns both inferior and superior to the home were as littered with guests as the inside, everyone being on someone else’s radar. Luckily for Taehyung, hide-and-seek was game he loved to play.

As an attempt to blend in, the young man found his way up the stairs to the newly-weds, paying his respects and leaving a heads-up for the groom.

“Finally decided to join the gang of tied down bastards, huh, Jinyoung?”

At the sound of such a distinct voice the groom spun slowly on his heels with a bright smile adorning his face. The two men grinned at one another as they hugged, laughing mockingly at the glare on the bride’s face.

“Yah, it’s been a while since I’ve seen this face. How have you been my brother?”

A passive sigh left Tae’s lips, “As good as you can be when you have the world looking to put a bullet between your eyes... How’s the married life so far?”

Jinyoung looked to his wife with a sorrowful gleam in his eye, “I couldn’t ask for anything better. Maybe a smaller number of murders around her but,” he shrugged, “what can you do.”

At the mentioned of the adjective, Jinyoung thought it would be safe to ask why Taehyung was sent to pay the respects on behalf of his team. Alone.

Bangtan and 7G Pharmaceuticals have been close allies, friend even, for a few years now, so Jinyoung knew if any of the royals (the Mafia’s leaders) showed up alone, it wasn’t simply because they happened to be the only one available. Of course, Mr. Park was happy to see his friend after so many moons, but the blood-thirsty fox he knew his friend to be running around alone, un-noticeable and hard to track on his wedding day made him just a tiny bit nervous.

“Perhaps I already know the answer, but... you wouldn’t be planning on having any redrum tonight, would you.”

Taehyung took a sip from his glass, scanning the dance floor below from where he stood behind the railing of the mansions second level. “You know I’m always on duty.”

It wasn’t the answer his brother wanted to hear, but Tae wouldn’t lie to him, even if he knew it would spare him the stress. He half listened to Jinyoung’s small digression about the ever-growing cons of having mafia friends, and the inconvenience of having to spot check every inch of the house for blood stains after every get together. The rest of his attention was focused on the white head of hair moving to the back lawn. Target acquired.

He turned to his friend and placed the glass, containing only a few drops of liquid, into Jinyoung’s hands. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure not to spill it anywhere your guests can see.” With a wink he was on his way, down the curving stair case, following the light mess of hair into a cellar below the estate.

“Spare me the petty details, just tell me where she came from before I kick you both out.” Jungkook interrupted his story with a highly unamused tone, rubbing his face out of frustration.

“Okay, okay, I’m getting there.”

He wasn’t in the cellar long, despite the considerable fight his target put forward. A few scratches lined his arms, easily hidden beneath the sleeves of his attire, though he would have to make his exit quick and quiet to keep the nick near his eye from being noticed. Avoiding a scene wouldn’t be so simply for the other man, however. By the time he would come back to his senses, though, a portion of the attendees would be gone. A small portion.

The temperature no longer felt as pain staking now, rather cooling as Taehyung walked softly down the trailing path to the likely rising moon, a few cascading drips of perspiration on his temple. He made certain no one followed him into the vacant space. It would be foolish for one to even attempt to play spy as the only hiding spaces present were the few protruding pillars of concrete standing 1 foot off the wall, spaced just about 10 feet from one another. The sound of someone walking against the slab would be much too hard to mask, especially when everyone here was wearing heels or dress shoes prone to reflect sound no matter how softly they walked. His senses told his he was wrong, trusting the empty air and lack of auditory perception. His gut, however, told him he was wrong.

The pulling instinct in his gut spun him around at the speed of light without any true reason other than being safe. The wind he created blew his hair across his vision and a gust past his ears, almost preventing him from catching the small hair sticking out from the shadow of a pillar a few feet in his trail. Stepping to the side to adjust his vision to the light, he further perceived the shape of a bunny like ear.

“Have you been following me?” He asked.

She stayed frozen as she could manage despite the pressure caused by being caught directly in his line of vision. You could see the gentle sway of her shirt caused by the banging of her heart against its cage if you looked closely enough, her limps and lips shaking obviously to even a damaged eye. She only followed him to find a way out of the stone walls, and then she would be on her way. Now, she felt more trapped by his gaze than she did by the locks on her ankles.

“I’ll lead you outside if that’s what you’re after... but you’ll have to come out first.”

It was a risky decision in her mind. She saw what happened to that man, still lying unconscious in a corner of an isolated room far behind the both of them. She knew if she came out, it would much too easy for him to take control of the situation, and she would be forced back to square one which she just nearly managed to step away from. But no matter what choice she made, this man was her best bet of finding her way out. So, against her better judgement, she allowed herself to be pulled gradually out of the light, moving her feet to the best of her ability given the restraints. Bunny ears and a tight ball of fur at the base of her spine isn’t what Taehyung expected to see, but he accepted it as a passable explanation for the sly of her actions.

Her ears, with a golden exterior and pure white inside, fell just above her shoulders, exposed by the rip in the collar of her shirt. A mess of strawberry pink curls was tied into a bun on the top of her small head that faced the ground as she stood before him. Even with the ridiculous height of the shoes strapped to her feet she barely stood far off of the ground, a natural and almost inevitable trait of her mutated genetics. Taehyung didn’t have to guess why she was down here. The surprise of seeing her so far from the sun with chains connecting her ankles wasn’t the cause of his plucked heart strings, the ones he had left at least, but rather the lack of years he found in her face. The surface of her skin was free of wrinkles and lines, and her face still blessed with the gift of young life’s glow. The mess of hair she carried was still full of life, the endless strands growing wild with no grey ends on sight. Maybe he wasn’t in the best position to judge the actions of others, but even he loss of chuck of his diminishing faith in humanity when he gazed upon her.

One foot left the ground slowly, followed cautiously by the other, step after step until the heat of his body mixed with hers. The gradual growth of his scent in their air filled her lungs and threw her mind off the track it was just barely running on, so much so that she could barely comprehend the sight of him crouching to the ground, or the questioned he posed.

“Do you know about the man I was with?” She looked at him dazed, but nodded her head.

“How much do you know?”

“...lots”

Jungkook sat dormant in his chair with an expectant look about his face, waiting still for a proper explanation. The hands folded before his lips dropped heavily against the wood as agitation began settling in the lines between his brows. “So, what?”

Tae defended his case by claiming she might be holding information their lead hadn’t be willing to provide despite their number of generous bribes and recently unkindly promises. Yes, it was an assumption, a “what if” hanging by a slither of hope that she’d even been present, or conscious enough, to hear anything of even minor importance, or that she’d somehow been in the presence of enough people and meetings to place the pieces of the puzzle together. When bits of the situation were picked apart, the chances of these circumstances being a reality seemed to falter further and further. It was already a risk bringing her here, and keeping her here with no use would only increase the risk of a tragedy hurling towards them. Jungkook wasn’t willing to make his empire susceptible to a major risk over something as minor as a bunny butting its nose where it didn’t belong. But, then again, an upper hand is foolish to be close-minded towards.

This lead of theirs had been on their radar on more than one occasion, for more than one reason. Though Taehyung hated the idea of such a comparison, Pham was a bit like him; well known for his obsession with playing hide and seek, always following, watching, listening for the skeletons you keep in the darkest corners of your closet. However, unlike Mr. Kim, Pham didn’t play for a team. He preferred single player, taking the benefits of his mischief, mayhem, and blackmail for himself. It may have allowed him to go after his own targets, do things his way and prosper the way he desired, but it also made him a target with no defense. Recently, though, Bangtan suspected Pham to have found refugee under the wing of a crow that wasn’t too fond of the success in their field.

“And what do you propose happens when she doesn’t produce.”

“She may be of use to us, still. Don’t you find it impressive that she could follow me for so long without those chains and deathtrap shoes giving her away? We could use a light foot like that in the field, especially one of such an unsuspecting, alluring , nature..”

By the purse of his lips and the gust of air fleeing his nostrils, Taehyung knew his case had been made. He understood the inner workings of his brother’s mind as if it were his own. Yes, Jungkook hated unnecessary risks, always airing on the side of logic and reason rather than resting his fate in the hands of the so called ‘faith’ incompetent humans foolishly decided to rest theirs in.

But, no, Jungkook would almost never turn down an upper hand.

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echobearclasspectingblog · 5 years

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yo yo, i got a session and im curious how well it will go. theres a prince of void, a prince of space, a prince of doom, a bard of mind, and a rogue of space. if youre not feeling up to looking into this, its totally cool. i just want to see how much carnage this party will cause.

Looking for a chaotic session? Well just looking at the lineup it looks like you’re doing a good job trying. Let’s not assume too much just because there’s a lot of destruction classes though and dig into this session deeper.

Prince of Void - One who destroys Void or destroys using Void

Prince of Space - One who destroys Space or destroys using Space

Prince of Doom - One who destroys Doom or destroys using Doom

Bard of Mind - One who allows Mind to be destroyed or allows destruction through Mind

Rogue of Space - One who takes Space or takes using Space for others

You have a space player, required to create a genesis frog. You have two of them infact, wonder what complications that’ll create. You also have no time player, which means the session is not capable of being scratched. The rest of the aspects seem fine together. It’s the classes that make this a crack session, 3 princes, a bard, and a rogue. Oh boy.

Like the last time, we’ve got my current definitions up there, so down below we’ll start with their individual strengths and weaknesses before moving onto how they mix together.

A prince of void destroys secrets and nothingness. If it’s revealing what those secrets are or eliminating the hidden secrets entirely this player is here for you. Considering wars are based on deception and derse is very good at war this makes the prince a star player on any team. If that wasn’t enough to take down your enemies, whenever the prince weilds void for your own team it’ll just cause further damage to your enemies. The main problem the prince of void brings to any session they’re on is that they’ll probably end up revealing everyone’s dirty laundry to each other. Team infighting will probably be a likely consequence even if the prince does mean well.

A prince of space destroys creativity and physical space. When the reckoning comes this prince could give you a fighting chance to minimize damage, since I’m sure the meteors could be considered space. They could also be vital in targeting ecto-labs where enemy minions are being made. There’s a risk they’ll shoot down other people’s ideas during planning and brainstorming sessions, as well as just blowing up a planet or two. Considering how princes tend to feel about their aspect it’s not as much of a problem for them to make their genesis frog as much as if they’ll WANT to make it, as well as if they decided the dersites are right and murder it even after they create them. So, try to convince them not to do that.

A prince of doom destroys hardship and death. If the other people in a session don’t minimize the difficulties of sburb already this prince will find ways to make it easy mode. They’ll also probably figure out how to alchemize a gun that un-kills a ghost until they’re alive again or something. I bet they could even take the “doomed” out of a doomed timeline. If they overdo all of this it could lead to not having enough hardship to actually grow as people. Without tough lessons people might keep their bad habits and points of view. If the players end up coddled from this too much and a “doom” approaches that the prince can’t take down alone it’ll be a quick total party kill.

A bard of mind allows destruction of logic and decisions. Your enemies will find themselves facing wonderland situations, and probably slowly losing their sanity that they would become less and less likely to figure out how to escape them. Indecision would plague anyone who opposes you. Indecision would also plague the players as bards tend to let others destroy in their place leading to less precise, potentially more spread out devistation.

A rogue of space steals creativity and physical space in order to help others. Plagurism has never been so easy, the rogue’ll just hand out ideas and may or may not cite sources. If there’s any cross-session play they’ll be capable of taking any frogs for breeding that they need, or planets. You could find yourself with a new planet suddenly. If there is cross-session shenaingans then the rogue’s pilfering of the frogs and planets might make you the target of revenge plots and such. The rogue will also need to learn to be comfortable keeping enough space for themselves to complete the mission for the session.

Whatever the prince of void doesn’t destroy, the prince of space will. As their aspects are almost opposites it’ll mean unless they limit their actions they’ll destroy everything that does and doesn’t exist. It could even become a feedback loop of one destroying nothingness making it somethingness, and the other destroying it back into nothingness. The prince of doom would mostly just get rid of obsticles in the prince of void’s path. The bard of mind could be dangerous with the prince, effecting their logic and making the destruction much more random. This could fit with all the princes honestly. The rogue might end up calming the prince down, as redirecting the space towards the void prince would create less emptiness to have to go out and break apart all the time.

The prince of space and void cycle works the other way around too, either destroying everything or destroying and anti-destroying each other’s stuff. The prince of doom would actually probably prevent a lot of the prince of space’s more planet shattering actions, as an entire planet blowing up might count as a doom to destroy/prevent. Unless the prince in that moment is destroying /with/ doom instead of destroying doom itself, in that case be prepared for the doom and space prince duo to blow up all of the planets. The bard messes up this prince much like the last one, except the last one breaks void and this one breaks planets which is not a great thing to do without a plan, which the bard will let go up in flames. The rogue can take the space in the prince’s path before things get out of hand, as well as redirecting the space that truly needs breaking in front of them. So as long as the rogue has good judgement they make the prince of space more efficient.

With the prince of void making sure no secrets are kept from the doom prince, nothing would be safe from being nerfed. The prince of space would probably just make more work for them, making them get in each other’s way. The bard of mind makes a dangerous combo with the prince of doom, one making it so there’s less and less challenge and the other possibly reducing everyone’s intellegence if someone doesn’t keep control of the bard, bars will be lowered everywhere until something eventually breaks. The rogue could make a good combination with the prince, where one finds more places for people to live while the other brings more people back to life to fill that space. The armies to back the players up could grow quite large that way.

The confliction of the first two princes would give the Bard something to feed into. Removing logic and making the destruction/creation cycle even more pointless and without reason. Prince of Doom’s actions would probably largely make the bard feel more like there’s no need for mind in the session and be even more willing to let everything just decay. Your rogue seems like the best option for keeping the bard from going overboard, and it could go either way on how effective it is. The classpect matchup of rogue and bard doesn’t seem bad to me, but with 3 other destruction classes who are a lot more active they might be too distracted to give the bard as much attention as they need.

Without a knight, the best next person to help out the Rogue of space is the prince of void. This is mostly a “everyone else is more likely to be actively a problem” situation, prince of space being the worst, bard of mind would likely just cause the frog breeding to go wrong, and prince of doom would probably either lead to frog overpopulation or frog genocide.

This is just a bad session over all. I mean destruction heavy session is a bad sign for sure but even with that fact I feel like the combination here puts success probabilty in the single digits of percentages. Sure there’s certainly sessions with worse combinations out there, probably a bunch, but this is still bad. You’ve got players who create a viscious cycle of potential armagedon level disaster, most of these players need other players that’ll be able to help them and keep balance but those players aren’t in this session. It’s hard to even think of a positive outcome with the bard and prince’s actions and powers when the only balancing force for 4 of them is a single rogue, and even if there could be princes or bards that help balance each other out it is none of these players.

Even with two frog breeding planets and players the genesis frog is very unlikely to come about without outside forces or session crossovers. Even if the rogue or prince makes it, it’ll likely be destroyed quickly and/or an unhealthy frog. If you’re talking causing carnage, this session could easily disrupt paradox space around their own session, as well as the rogue accidently helping in the destruction of countless other sessions when the planets and genesis frogs they steal getting blasted by the prince of space. Left unchecked this group of players could easily ruin dozens of other sessions before eventually being stopped. If you happen to discover this session actually exists out in paradox space, either hope they self implode before causing others too much damage or figure out a way to put an earlier end to it.

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RIP, Star Wars

Of course Star Wars isn’t dead, you say, it’s going to live forever, didn’t you read that Wired story? But, counterargument: Something can be dead and still be here. Peter Cushing died in 1994, and he was in as many films last year as Rachel McAdams. Alec Guinness died in 2000, but if you ask people "who is Obi-Wan Kenobi in real life,” I bet the majority of people over 22 won’t say “Ewan McGregor.” Jesus, look how long ago Jesus died, how many times you think he came up in conversation today? The past isn’t dead, it isn’t even past. But that doesn’t mean it’s the future.

A lot of people think Star Wars is still alive, that this franchise still has a pulse. Look at The Force Awakens, all those young people swinging lightsabers, wow a desert planet AND an ice planet AND a forest planet, two billion dollars! Look at Rogue One, haha that droid was funny, one billion dollars! A new trilogy! A Han Solo trilogy! Bounty hunter spinoff! Trevorrow! Trevorrow!

Message to everyone who said they loved Rogue One: You can never complain again about...

....Hollywood endlessly developing franchises, remakes and reboots and sequels and spinoffs, take that complaint out of your arsenal, you saw Rogue One so you gave them the ammunition...

...the Hollywood studios’ utter disrespect for filmmakers as anything but traffic-cop content creators...

...young filmmakers’ utter lack of interest in any human behavior not previously observed in the fantasy films they enjoyed when they were children, why develop your dream project for seven years, your pal Colin got all the money for Jurassic Park 4 and Star Wars 9...

...modern fantasy’s dedication to the Chosen One narrative, yes Jyn was a Chosen One even if she wasn’t a Jedi, her dad was SO IMPORTANT and her foster dad was SO IMPORTANT and she inspired the Rebellion to become a Rebellion, if you think Rogue One is about “normal people” go watch an actual movie about normal people sometime, go watch I, Daniel Blake, and if you don’t want to see I, Daniel Blake that’s fine, but consider the possibility that you know very little about real people and movies...

...actors’ inability to find a good movie to demonstrate their talents because they’re too busy chasing relevancy convincing themselves there is some honor in spitshining greenscreen melodrama, did you see fucking see Boyega in Attack the Block, god damn that is a fucking star, how much of this next decade will be Star Wars and Pacific Rim and surely someone on his team would love to fit in one more, look at Jennifer Lawrence, she just signed up for another X-Men even though she stopped caring halfway through First Class, “But Jennifer” her people said, “Passengers, Jennifer, Passengers,” hey for real no judgements and I like Pacific Rim, and I believe in anything sight unseen, I believe in Pacific Rim 2, I mean look at Christian he’s great and he did Batman and maybe this is my Batman is the rallying cry of every actor who does these movies, nobody ever dares to consider this is their Terminator Salvation, now go back and watch Terminator Salvation and marvel at how similar it is to Rogue One, it might as well be Rogue One, fucking Terminator fucking Salvation even did the whole digital-actor thing six years early and it actually looked better because the Terminator isn’t supposed to be a person, but people used to care when humans didn’t look like humans..

....and you can’t complain about the fact that Disney just fired the first good Star Wars directors since Irvin Kershner.

You can’t complain about any of this, because it’s your fault. It’s my fault. It’s us, the people who see these movies. I didn’t like Rogue One, but I saw it, god damn me. This thing I’m writing is whose fault it is.

No, this wasn’t LucasFilm’s fault, although of course LucasFilm is just another lame Silicon Valley company pretending to explore bold new ground while actually just maintaining their consumer base with a religious dedication to the sacred trademarked IP. And of course LucasFilm is no better than any Hollywood studio, sorry George, we all know Hollywood can be awful place but the studios you despised didn’t just make Star Wars and Indiana Jones, and now all the studios have become just like you, all they want is their own Star Wars, look in the mirror, see the face behind Darth Vader’s decapitated helmet, recognize yourself, time to build your museum in Los Angeles, see if you can defeat history by writing your own, 50 miles northwest and 40 miles southeast of your museum the Kathy Kennedys of Reagan and Nixon are trying to do the same thing.

And this isn’t Disney’s fault, because of course Disney doesn’t care about filmmakers. When has Disney ever cared about filmmakers? Why would you ever think that? Have you seen Phil Lord and Chris Miller’s movies, all that playful deconstruction? What makes you think Disney fucking wants to be deconstructed? Remember when Shrek came out and the nice twist at the end was that the beauty became a beast because actually LOOKS DON’T MATTER? Remember 17 years after Shrek when Disney released yet another movie about a beast who becomes a cute doofus because sure looks don’t matter but also HUBBA HUBBA? Quick, guess which made more, Shrek or Beauty and the Beast Except Now Nobody Can Sing? Disney is an engorged capitalist carcharodonic fun-monster, it moves ever onward devouring childhood and recycling its glittering defecation into some untold generation’s primal dreams, Disneyland’s great, I love it, but it’s not what you’d call a place that is open to bold new ideas, they just replaced the Twilight Zone ride with a Guardians of the Galaxy ride, I hear there was a controversy about that, either the term “controversy” has lost all meaning or nothing matters the way it’s supposed to.

What an age we live in. Directors are fired midway through production of their movie, and the charge is serious creative differences between the filmmakers and the producers and the studio. Wow, this is some serious Easy Riders Raging Bulls shit! Man, what were they working on? A bold political statement about our tattered society? A scathing dark comedy guaranteed to outrage everyone and thrill future generations? A boundary-bursting romance that promises to break down our preconceived notions of sexuality? A wild provocation from a fiercely independent creative spirit? What was this film that was too dangerous to be made, your grandchildren will ask you. Was that your generation’s Brazil? Your generation’s Dr. Strangelove? Another Brokeback Mountain? Something that can measure up to the sheer explosive power to Wertmuller’s Swept Away? WHAT WAS THIS WORK OF RADICAL CINEMA your granchildren will ask WHAT WAS IT THAT OFFENDED THE GATEKEEPERS SO?

...it was tenth film in a franchise, or eleventh or thirteenth depending on if you count the animated film and the Ewok movies.

And it was a prequel about the most popular character in the franchise.

This is what we have creative differences about now. “Is the Han Solo movie going to be too funny????” I guess, or maybe “Is the Han Solo movie going to match up to Rogue One?”

Rogue One, LOL. They pushed out that director after production and nobody cared. They spent half the movie flying random places with random people for no motivation besides SAVE THE UNIVERSE and MY DAD!!!! and nobody cared. They spent the whole movie talking about how cool the Death Star was literally 39 years after the movie that already showed you how cool the Death Star was, and nobody cared. Felicity Jones nudged a satellite dish a few degrees left as the big climax and nobody cared, hahaha wow look they took stock footage of all those X-Wing pilots and made the stock footage look more modern-er than before, “Let’s see it again but now more modern-er!” seems to be the rallying cry of us all now, of audiences and of critics and of people everywhere who should want something new.

It’s all so funny. What a laugh. This will make such fine subtext for 23 Jump Street. I blame myself, you should blame yourself, feel bad about this, we caused this. Take nothing seriously but our own complicity. And next year, whenever Han Solo Origins: A Star Wars Story directed by Phil Lord & Chris Miller & [insert scab here] opens in theaters, ask yourself: Do you have to see this movie? Consider advice from Jyn Erso. Isn’t this a rebellion? Are you ever going to rebel?

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Sorry, seriously, not joking, I just remembered: That line didn’t make it into the movie. It was just in the marketing. Star Wars sells rebellion, but nobody involved with Star Wars – not the characters, not the filmmakers, not the audience – rebels against anything anymore.

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