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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years

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Humility: Almost Easy/Power & Control - Dave x Reader (Lost River)

Hahahahahhahahaa... Author’s Note: Okay. I chose Dave of all the suggestions for 2 reasons. 1, I had more of a plot for him. 2, Nolan was the most requested - but I’m working on something similar for him that I assure you won’t be disappointing sequel to Sugar, anyone? As for Vince... Well... Damn. I’ll work on it. SO! It’s a two song fic because I really liked the song @sufferthesea sent along for Dave: Power & Control - Marina and the Diamonds AND this AX7 gem Almost Easy worked for this particular premise too... So you better consider it added to the Dave playlist. ** Idea credit to Amanda, because she took my thought and then flipped it a little and added some details so I can’t say this one is whole-y mine. Disclaimer: Lost River came from the (obviously slightly mad) brain of Ryan Gosling / Gifs & lyrics not mine. Premise: Some of Dave’s performers are fed up with his attitude. It’s time for them to teach him some humility. And they figure that asking his favourite to do this for kicks makes their plan flawless... You’ll agree to do it, for a price. Words: 4083 Warnings: It’s Dave... come on... / Swearing / Sexual Connotations / Very subtle dom/sub tones - but also present in both songs.

__________ I feel insane every single time I'm asked to compromise 'Cause I'm afraid and stuck in my ways And that's the way it stays So how long did I expect Love to outweigh ignorance? By that look on your face I may have forced the scale to tip Shame pulses through my heart From the things I've done to you It's hard to face but the fact remains That this is nothing new... I'm losing the fight, I've treated you so wrong Now let me make it right I'm not insane, I'm not, not insane… Come back again, it's almost easy (You learned your lesson) Come back to me, it's almost easy (It's still your fault) Come back again, it's almost easy… --- Power & control I'm gonna make you fall Power & control I'm gonna make you fall Women and men, we are the same But love will always be game We give and take a little more Eternal game of tug and war Think you're funny, think you're smart Think you're gonna break my heart Think you're funny, think you're smart Yeah, you may be good-looking but you're not a piece of art ---

noun

the quality of having a modest or low view of one's importance.

Whispers spread like wildfire. You expected that from the second you got on stage. Bitchy bickering. Or complaining you guessed? It always happened when Dave caught your eye, or your wrist after your act was finished. “Meet me later...” You knew what that meant well enough. You didn’t need him to tell you. Mind you, Dave caught your arm so often his fingerprints might as well have been imprinted into your skin.

It wasn’t that they were jealous of you. Probably the contrary; that didn’t stop the whispers though. And tonight, as you changed, they seemed to be a little louder than usual; “I mean who the hell does he think he is-!? Walking around like he’s better than us?!” “Like he owns the place!” “He does own the place... but still, fair point. We do all the hard work!!” “People come for us - he only ever sings!” “And that’s only on bloody occasion too - not every night!” “We have way better work ethic-! I bet he doesn’t even PAY us fairly.” “I bet he pays himself better than us.” “...Well, he might pay some of us well then...” they all turned around to you, and you saw that from your mirror. You sighed, here we go again. Couldn’t be for love... had to be for money... You supposed it might not even have been for love... maybe just for company... but he wasn’t paying you for your time. They turned back around, whispered muttering you couldn’t hear that made you focus back on your mirror. You caught the paper tacked there out of the corner of your eye. Dave’s writing; “Room 3”. You took a deep breath. A little part of you was always a little nervous about it. Dave had very distinct moods; if this wasn’t a good one, it might give you problems... “Oh! Y/N..!” They turned back to call your name and you turned, pressing you lips together to even out the lipstick; “Mm?” “Come here a second.” You sighed and stood; this could only be bad. “What’s wrong?” “Nothin’, yet. You seein’ Dave tonight?” Well, they knew you were so it was a stupid question. But they wanted affirmation. “Yes...” “We got an idea...” You didn’t like this one bit already, “Right...” “But we need your help.” You folded your arms, eyes narrowed in suspicion; “Why?” Rob gave you a look like you were dumb; “Because you’re his favourite! He trusts you.” No, you thought, you were his favourite right now. Next week that could all change, especially if someone newer younger and prettier walked in. Dave was always down to seduce the next big thing. “...Well what is it?” “Well, you agree. He thinks he’s great. Right?” “Yeah.” He did, on occasion, get this smug kinda swagger about him that annoyed you. Clearly not as much as it annoyed them though. “And it’s getting a little out of hand?” “Maybe.” you didn’t want to seem decisive on this “Maybe?! C’mon Y/N don’t be amicable - he thinks he can do whatever the f*** he wants. We gotta stop this before we can’t anymore.” “Well what do you want me to do?!” “He taking you to a room tonight?” You glanced back to your mirror “Yes.” “Give him a taste of his own medicine.” “How?!” “What room?” “Three.” They all looked at each other for a minute, and suddenly you didn’t like the smirks they were all giving each other; “Shells, huh?” That didn’t really bother you. Dave had a remote, sure, but you knew him. “Yes?” You wondered where this was going. “Lock him in one.” “What?!” that sounded about as crazy as they all looked. “Yes! That’s such an excellent idea!!” “You guys do realise the lock mechanism keeps you safe right? And that he has a remote system too?” Rob tipped his head knowingly “Aw, like as if a girl like you can’t wrangle the remote from him?” You frowned at that - yeah, you guessed he had a point. “And… what am I doing this for?” Kat scoffed; “yourself for one!” You almost dared shoot her a look, but Rob cut in before the cat fight could start “The good of all your friends here! Our eternal gratitude? To feel good! Put him in his place? Y/N the list is endless!” You noticed no one was offering up a monetary reward! You shook your head with a smirk; “Okay. But I’m getting bragging rights for at least a year, I get a longer routine AND-!” You put your hands on your hips and turned to Rob, “I get to be the MC. At least a couple of times.” “Well, you gotta prove you did it.” Your smirk only grew; there’s one-way glass isn’t there? You’re welcome to watch.” All of them opened their mouths, hesitated, and looks appeared on their faces which let you know they realised exactly what that would entail. “Bring us the remote and any other proof you can. We’ll take it.” “Alright, you’re on...” you held out your hand to shake; Rob took it, and everyone else grabbed your handshake. You winked; “You guys better be thinking of how many precious seconds you can shave off... I’m coming for them.”

** Only that meant by the time the show was over, and pretty much everyone had left. Except the huddled group, because they wanted to make 100% you were going to go ahead with this; you were even more nervous. You could do it sure, but did you want to? Dave was good to you, forward sure - but a good man. And he took care of everyone here. Even if he had a kinda self-important attitude. Still, you saw their point completely. He usually got what he wanted; there was something alluring about him, and you probably weren’t the only girl he’d taken an interest in working here. You’d heard the words ‘Dave Situation’ often enough. In fact you probably weren’t the only girl he was seeing right now. But, you were his favourite. Apparently.

He stood watching you wait patiently for a few minutes. Leaning on the door frame, with a smile. Such a good girl. But Dave knew that already. He scanned the room, frowning a little at those still loitering. He knew who had clients tonight and who didn’t. That caused him slight annoyance as he stepped into the dressing room, calling your name. You turned instantly with a sweet smile and he walked towards you. Dave had an energy almost unreadable, that uncertainty gave him power and he knew it. His eyes traced the group who had allowed pause in their talking; “You can go home, right?” He looked between them, “I don’t pay you to stand around here, you don’t earn commission chatting either. Go home. Get rest.” “Yeah we know what we need to do to get paid around here.” You didn’t visibly wince at that obvious shot at what was about to happen between you and Dave; but he simply furrowed his eyebrows. Saying nothing he turned back to you; “You ready?” “Mmm!” You nodded and stood gracefully. “Good... let’s go.” You turned to the group again with a wink; watch this!!

You always thought that the electronic female voice telling you to play safe was a tad ironic, considering the catered to audience. And you thought that shell safety was a little bit of a joke too. Dave, after all, did have a remote that overrides the lock in system. Who said he didn’t have more he could give out for the right price? You wouldn’t have thought he would though. Even Dave didn’t seem like the kind of man who would put you in danger for money. He waited for the lock to click in place on the entry door and then was on you. Leaving you little-to-no time to take a breath, you found yourself pushed up against the wall in less than seconds. You weren’t wearing a heck of a lot anyway, but your thin coverup didn’t last long - floor - you weren’t about to let him get away with something like that without going for it yourself. Where the hell would he keep his remote, though...? Maybe you could get him to give that information up... You made sure to let him know you didn’t want him wearing his suit jacket too long either - floor. He’d already done the work on his top two buttons, allowing you to push his shirt collar back and kiss his neck. You got a kick out of the sounds he made, and the way he gripped your hips tighter “...Y/N...” Oh! Well, if you could keep him saying your name like that... You bit him just hard enough, and pushed him back. When he conceded a step you knew this would be easy... it couldn’t have been many to the shell, push him in and lock it, and your work was done.

But Dave wanted your lips back on his. So he pulled you to him, hands running as much of your body as was within reach with you pressed up against him like this. Oh god- Dave... Yes-! He knew exactly what he was doing. He’d certainly never wasted his time with getting in tune with you. Okay, so what if you pulled him to the shell, if you lulled him into a false sense of security... You turned him, tugging him closer to you by his shirt. And your moans were are real as his were. He’d deny you his fingertips if he thought he could. There was nothing quite like the way he touched you. Dave chuckled, as he realised where you were heading. “My, my, so eager?” “Yes...” you pitched your voice at just whiny and needy enough for him to give it to you. “Good girl.” ...c’mon a few more feet... You paused just in front of it and broke his trial of kisses. “What?” You looked between his eyes; it was strange to think that for once this man had no idea what was coming. You shook your head, kissing him again - this only soft and gentle... and you knew you were asking for forgiveness before you’d even done what you were going to. You took his hands in yours, turning him on the spot. Perfect. Best guess on where the remote was and you could do this; and it’s not like he would mind your hands on his body. But that kiss confused him. Being so different from the rest as it was... he didn’t have time to quiz you though; because you pulled him again, this time undoing a few more buttons, you ran your hands down his body. That picked his groan back up. He wouldn’t have dared leave his remote in his jacket... that ruled that out. It wasn’t in his shirt pocket... that left his pants. And Dave was left handed. “...Careful...” his whispered against your lips as your hands had to run that low; “...don’t make me call you a bad girl just yet...” Only he would be. Considering. The second you found it you broke the kiss - and pushed him. It was pretty hard and athletic for you, but still. He realised what you’d done far too late and the door closed on him.

At first he sighed, and then laughed; “Oh I see...” but he didn’t. “Funny... let me out.” You at least gave a playful shake of your head “Y/N... don’t make this hard on yourself...” your eyes flicked to his hands searching his pockets. He still thought he had the upper hand. And there was a sick sort of pleasure in watching his face change as he realised he didn’t. “Wh-!” You held the remote up; “Looking for this?” He slammed his hands on the plexiglass - clearly unimpressed. “C’mon, Y/N!” You at least laughed a little, folding your arms “Nah, I think it’s good for you...” Dave’s face changed again, and you’d never seen him look so vulnerable; “W...why??” Your eyes flicked to the club above your heads; “They all think you need a taste of your own medicine. I say they probably have a point...” you threw the remote behind you. You wouldn’t need it for at least a minute; “... I have to watch you... now you have to watch me...” You tilted your head “...The crew thinks you think you’re too good for us. Guess you have that air, but just because you’re in charge doesn’t mean...” you weren’t even sure Dave was listening as he looked around the enclosed space you’d now trapped him in. If he was looking for an escape route, you could happily confirm for him there wasn’t one. You continued “...I guess they think you have an attitude problem they’d like you to tone down... Me? I’m just not sure I hold your attention... or could ever hope to hold it... and I’m not sure how that makes me feel. But certainly not good. You can’t always do whatever you want and expect it not to have... consequences...”

Dave sounded like he was laughing, half hysterically. Like all the words you were saying meant nothing. All jokes for him. Only you realised with horror he wasn’t laughing. Dave was having a full on panic attack. SHIT HE’S CLAUSTROPHOBIC!!?! “Oh my god!! Shit!!!” You turned around; with the nonchalant way you’d chucked the remote it could be anywhere and you, nor he, really had the time for you to waste. “Shit! Dave! Just hold on!!!” Damn the seedy lighting in these rooms!! Eventually it glinted at you from a corner and you couldn’t run to it quick enough. Running back to the shell you never thought you’d heard anything that gave you as much relief as Shell Unlocked

Dave all but collapse into yours arms; gripping you tight. “Baby... baby... hush... hush. It’s okay... it’s okay, I’m here...” you sank down onto your knees, cradling him close to you with soothing tones; “Breathe... sweetheart... just breathe...” if you could regulate his breathing, hopefully you could help him calm down. ...well that wasn’t exactly the humble kind of attitude you expected to evoke. Sure you wanted him to meekly beg you, before you to let him out with an agreement that he’d bend to what the guys wanted. So you could put him on his knees and call him a good boy and feel whatever power he did. But this was more like humiliation. And you weren’t so sure he deserved that. Also, causing a panic attack was the last thing you’d wanted. That was such an awful thing to do. You had a sudden horrific thought; did they know??! Had they asked you to do this because they knew?! It took him a little while to calm down, and he was still clinging onto you even then. “I’m so sorry...” Dave shook his head gently; “Is that how you feel...?” He nodded to the shell “...when you step in that?!” “I’m not claustrophobic, so no. I’m fine... but Dave I’m sorry. If I had any idea...” “That’s why they asked you to do it, isn’t it. Because you didn’t know.” “They do?!” your heart sank and you felt slightly sick – they really had come up with this plan to set off his claustrophobia then… But they didn’t think of you either, did they just expect you to let it happen to him and laugh it off? It hurt you that you’d hurt him. “They probably have some idea...” his breathing was still deep; “Did you mean what you said?” You ran your hands through his hair “We don’t have to talk about that...” “On the contrary... I thought you put me in there to talk about it...” He let out a small laugh “...Good negotiation tactic, I’ll give it that.” You moved your hands slowly as you dared down to his chest. To feel his pulse, under your fingertips - the way it was calming down. Thank Goodness.

Dave lay in your arms in silence for a good while; his only movement a shift to get more comfortable... and his hands found yours, clasping them with a gentle, dare you say affectionate, squeeze. You bent your body and kissed his forehead with care, making his eyes flick to your face and one hand reach up to touch your cheek. “What are you staying here for?” “I’m staying for you. I want to make sure you’re okay.” He shook his head, with a chuckle that seemed almost out of place; “Is that what it is?” “Mmmm…” You couldn’t help but place your hand over his and fit your fingers between the spaces in his own. “You’re a good girl.” “I...” you wouldn’t disagree, neither would you agree with him. You just humbly bit your lip and dipped your head a little more; “...Can I get you out of here...?” He let you help him get to sitting up and then you stood together - still holding hands that way. “Yeah... sure. What you thinkin’...?” “Room 5?” Even he raised his eyebrow at your suggestion of the bedroom. “Why?” “It’s a little more comfortable that the floor...” you nodded to the shell, “It’s considerably lacking in claustrophobic spaces...” Dave chuckled again; “Aw, she’s good and smart too...” This time you conceded quietly; “I try my best...”

Your idea with bringing him in here had nothing to do with taking your clothes off. This was much more neutral; it would give him a safe(r) space to just calm down, chat... rest easy...

You shut the door and waited for it to click into a locked position. Please play sa- “SHUT UP!!!” You chided the female voice with annoyance and turned back to him; “Seriously? Do you know how annoying that thing is?!? And talk about IRONIC!!” He sat on the edge of the bed and threw his jacket over the chair “...It’s supposed to be fun! But I’ll take it into account...” Dave ran a hand through his greying hair, and loosened two or three more of his shirt buttons. “But I don’t like your use of the word ironic...” “Safe is about the last word I would use sometimes... this room...” You folded your arms, watching the way his fingers grazed against the fabric of his shirt a little too closely. Ah! Maybe this was a bad idea! You shook the thought away “…This one is something different. This is what goes on between you and me... but the shells, and some of these other rooms. Because of the barriers, I reckon people think they can do whatever they want without consequence.” You walked over to him slowly “Just because I know I’m locked in there, doesn’t mean I feel safe if someone is screaming things I’d rather not repeat, and trying to get me out...” Dave looked a little perplexed at that; and you figured he either was pretending he didn’t know, or he simply thought if he ignored it it wasn’t happening. But his gaze dropped from yours as you sank onto the bed next to him, so you knew he was taking responsibility for it in his head. As he should - as the establishment owner. “I’m...” “Sorry?” You shook your head “It’s a little late for both of us to say that tonight... don’t you think.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” He places his hands on your thighs, over where your own were resting. “Would you have listened?” You gave him a hard look, to let him know you weren’t messing around when you said that. He gave a sigh “...I wish I wasn’t even considering that I might not...” You tipped his chin back with your fingertips, so his eyes faced you; “...We both have a few things to work on, huh?” “What do you have to-!” You placed your finger to his lips; and you got a few seconds satisfaction of having them back on your skin; “I should never have agreed to do it...” He took your hands in his again - he wanted that physical connection too, it seemed - and those grey-blue eyes studied you; “...God, I must be truly awful for you to agree to do this...”

You weren’t sure he was. That was the problem. Maybe he had good intentions that just didn’t work out. Of all the men you’d interacted with here (besides your colleges), Dave was the only one who cared, and took care of you. Who made you glad that you got to be here with him... and even more glad no one else could. You gave a gentle shrug “Maybe I had stupid selfish reasons...” Dave caught on straight away; “You think I’m seeing someone else.” “Are you?” You tried to not look so hopeful that he’d deny it. “It’s not... like this...” that confused you; because it was neither a yes or a no... You bit your lip “I don’t share well...” That only made him sigh again; “Seems we share that problem.” “Who is she?” “Not you...” “That’s not an answer.” “I know. It’s much less than you deserve. But I am also not at liberty to say...” That had you turning away from him, so he pulled you back - “Y/N... I promise you... you are the only girl I am intent on actively seeing.” “Good. Because I’ll put you in the box again and throw away the remote otherwise.” There was a stalemate of staring for a moment; Dave cracked first; “And... that would be fair...”

The sexual chemistry of the evening had long since passed, and he looked like he was doing a lot better... but you still craved some of that promised intimacy. “Will you hold me..?” “Now?” He opened his body to you; allowing you to wind your arms around him and thread your legs with his “Of course... it is the least you deserve...” Dave could say that all he wanted... but it was obvious he needed it as bad. When he felt you were secure around him, he lay back on the bed; caressing your hair he whispered gentle apologies against your skin. You closed your eyes gently to that - and this once; because of the feeling of him against you like this - you wouldn’t tell him they weren’t good enough. “Ah-! Shoot!” You broke the silence in a way that had him laughing “What...?” His voice was still soft, and he pressed kisses into your forehead. You opened your mouth with a breath, and then covered it; “No! You know I still feel terrible..! Buuuut...” “Buuuut..?” He repeated with a smile “... I promised them I’d prove I did it...” you muttered with a pout “...Gosh, I’m awful...” Dave snorted “Okay, darling, where’s your proof coming from?” You tipped your head, and couldn’t resist the tease; “Guess you walking in tomorrow looking a little shaken would do the trick, huh?” “Don’t push it...” he growled gently, tracing his kisses across your cheek and jawline “...I said I’d get the remote...” He pulled back, eyebrow raised; “How would that prove it?” “I have it, which means I got it from you and locked you in there, as dictated by the plan...” He propped himself up on his elbow and couldn’t help but look amused “...oh, really? Interesting...” “Uh huh. But that means asking for it back...” “Oh.” He shrugged “Take it... you deserve your proof...”

You were surprised by that - he’d just been through a personal hell but he was still going to tell you win? “Oh you don’t need-” “Consider it a favour. I owe you enough, don’t you think...?” Dave ran his thumb over your lips as he held your chin to keep your gaze on his. “Y-Yes...” you couldn’t help but respond that way to the glint in his eyes. And he went back into his pocket; holding out the remote for you. He chuckled; “You go prove to them you did... I’ll go work on myself... and we’ll go from there. What do you say?” You smiled, taking the remote gently from his hand and looking back to him, lacing your fingers with his once more; you asked him for a kiss and he granted you with what you wanted. Pushing his forehead to yours he kept you barely millimetres apart, tangled up together. “I think... that’s a good idea.”

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funnymemes-and-kinkydreams · 5 years

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My Coming Out Stories

I started realizing I liked girls when I was nine. This was also around the time my older sister had been going through a questioning period like a lot of people do and had said she liked girls and even dated a few. I remember we spent a lot of that summer rocking out to I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry and talking about Selena Gomez and Demi Lovato who were her celebrity crushes at the time.

I was pretty sheltered at that age and my older sister was my first introduction to anything gay. But it made a lot of things make sense for me. I was also super obsessed with those 2 celebrities and it always felt... different but I couldn’t explain why. I was nine and didn’t know much about gay. Then there were the little crushes I would get on my female friends. I didn’t channel those well cause I didn’t actually know what was going on for a while so honestly, it ended with a lot of tense friendship endings cause I didn’t actually understand what I was feeling and well kids don’t exactly deal with new feelings very well.

But anyways spending time with my sister and learning about what gay is and seeing her with her girlfriends and such. It started to make sense to me who I was. At least part of who I was. I would always admire the pretty strong women (especially the gothy villains) in the shows and movies I watched. I didn’t agree with a lot of the things my straight friends said or the way they saw boys, it just never made sense.

I spent a couple years just in my head going yeah I like girls. My sister had moved past her questioning period after about a year and a half and realized no girls weren’t for her. I half expected maybe that would happen for me. Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to go and then I will be like all my friends again. A very silly thought. But no, it did not go away.

Eventually, in middle school, I was finally ready to tell my parents. I was a teen now, about to enter high school, and starting to feel much bigger crushes. I wanted to stop hiding. It was hard honestly. My parents were okay but honestly not great with handling having a gay daughter the first time around. They were “supportive” but would also talk shit and say vaguely bleh not nice things when she wasn’t around. I think they were just... trying to understand. But I really. I don’t know.

Anyways around this time, my cousin was living with us and she just had to beat me at everything, including coming out. And they handled that just as well as they did with my sister. So I retreated and kept it to myself.

Then in high school, I ended up going to what is probably the gayest nerdiest fucking school. it was beautiful. The GSA (gender sexuality alliance) ran things not the ASB not really. There were no sports instead there were gamer groups and robotics teams. The biggest dance every year wasn’t a homecoming it was queer prom. Here I was able to be my self. Everyone could be themselves. People were coming out all the time just comfortably, easy. As trans, gay, queer, whatever, and it was just excepted. By students, by teachers, it was wonderful.

This made it hard sometimes to keep hidden from my family though. I was crushing hard on a girl for a while and eventually, I came out just for the slight chance maybe that I could date this girl. That was a silly reason and honestly, I knew that wasn’t going to happen, but I needed to give my self extra motivation to come out or that was never going to happen either.

I told my older sister first because of course. She was supportive, and I cried cause man was it a relief to just say to someone. Then the plan was to tell my mom and dad, but I panicked.

So instead, I did a silly thing. I tried to just. Push it down. Make it go away. There was a nice boy and he looked like the kind of boy the hetero girls seem to go for. He liked debate which was a nice thing to have in common. So I tried to make myself ignore my feelings for the girl I liked, ignore the need to admire the very attractive exchange student in our class, and just try to enjoy this boy. To really encourage my self and attempt to be closer to my mother I even talked to her about this boy. Besides, it couldn’t be that bad right? Well here’s the funny thing that happened with that.

We had a debate in class. It was on gay marriage. I, of course, was on the side that supported it, as was the boy. The other side got to go first. I was the closer for my team so I was going very last. The other team kept going on and on about all the things “wrong” with gay marriage. It was hard to hear but what was worse was it felt like my team was barely defending our side. They were doing the bare minimum. Sure this was just for some class credit, but this was an important issue, why weren’t they trying harder? By this time I felt all this rage and anger inside of me. I started crying silently, and don’t even realize I’m crying at first. I was lost in this world hearing all their negative words, thinking of my own sexuality, thinking of every counter-argument, thinking about how unless I give a heck of a closing argument my team was certainly going to lose. Suddenly the boy's hand tapped my shoulder. I looked at him kinda startled back into reality. He asked if I was okay. I just nodded slowly. He put his hand at the top of my back and asked if that was okay and I said yes, appreciating that he asked, and he rubbed it while I sat and listened and cried. Holy shit I was crying. Now I knew I was crying. Nobody really seemed to notice. Which was good. Until it was my turn. Everyone looked at me and I swear it was like time stopped. Now everyone knew I was crying, now everyone knew this was personal, now everyone probably knew I was gay. All I could think was if I don’t counter well and remove my personal emotions and just layout solid arguments and facts now, we were going to fail. I refused to fail. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and replayed every word the opposing team said and who on the team said it, and I had a counter for everything, I replayed what my team attempted to say and get at, and I sharpened it, improved it. By the end everyone was speechless. Then both sides were clapping. We won. I was able to breathe again. The boy looked over at me and was like... “So... you’re gay?” That’s cool! Then he smiled and said he’d see me tomorrow. Fuck. I was super fucking gay. So then I told my para. (I’m a little person and in a wheelchair. So at school, I needed what is called a para, basically a helper. She carried stuff and reached things for me and was there in case I injured my self.) She became like a second mom to me. She is actually related to Ryan Lewis. She told me about this new song Same Love by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis. She said she supported me and encouraged me to talk to my parents. Eventually, she sent M&RL a video of me singing and they gave me tickets and backstage passes to go see them in concert when they came to town but that’s another story.

And that was it, no more stalling, time to tell the parents. I texted the girl I was in to. Told her it’s finally happening. I’m doing it. I’m coming out. She too was supportive and waiting for me to text after I did the do.

So I called my parents into my room, said we need to talk. Already I see the panic on their faces wondering what the fuck I need to have a serious talk about. Fair. I start crying before I even start speaking. Then finally I say. “I like girls.”

My mom says “And boys?” and I said “No, just girls.” and my dad says “Dude great you’re gay. Why are you getting all serious? You could’ve sent this in a text. Not a big deal. Congratulations.” and walked off. He did not understand the struggle of trying to come out and the worry of being accepted or not but at least he didn’t care I was gay. My mom was a bit more confused (probably cause I had spent like a month talking about a boy trying to be not gay) I tried to explain that to her. Explain that even he was like bruh you gay. She was a bit confused (again fair) but said alright.

Things were... weird. Dad thought this was an opening to make all the gay jokes which it wasn’t and it wasn’t okay. He recently, 7 years later, stopped so that’s nice. They, for a similarly long while, didn’t want me to tell my younger sister or the family but eventually, that changed as well. Though I still haven’t told much of the fam. My parents still are not the greatest with the slowly growing amount of LGBT+ representation on TV but they’re slowly, through a lot of me putting my foot down and talking about why it’s important, getting better. They support and have supported my relationships.

I have a mixed group of friends across the LGBT+ spectrum and also straight cis allies. I am more myself and can openly love women because women are amazing and I know that the people in my life are okay with that. I am happier even with the bumps in the road, the occasional homophobia I witness or experience or hear, I am happier since I came out. Because I get to be me. Unapologetically me. I am proud to love women. I am proud of my community.

And that’s it. That’s my first coming out story

#personal #relatable #short story #coming out #coming out story #lgbtqai #lgbtq+#lgbtq #pride #so gay

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myghostmonument · 5 years

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13 x Reader: Dark [pt.1]

Notes: Okay so this is my first ever attempt at not only writing for 13 and the team, but also at doing a “character x reader” fic. I’d always been hesitant to do them before but I’ve read a few really good ones recently and they helped a lot with what’s been a pretty bad week, so I thought heck it, I’ll try my hand at it and maybe other people will enjoy my efforts. I had a lot of fun, and it uh... got out of hand. This is just the first “part” of what is almost 8500 words, which I figured would be.... a lot, to post at once. I’ll probably post the rest later unless I get an avalanche of negative feedback which is... fair. I did my best to keep everyone in character as much as possible, given the self-indulgent nature of this mess. I built this around a writing prompt: ‘Who did that to you?’

Also I’m open for requests, I’d really, really like to write more (and shorter) prompts for 13 I love her so much send help Summary: A cultural misunderstanding on an alien planet ends in mild violence, and the Doctor access a touch of the Oncoming Storm in response. Gentle romantic leanings but not in this part because like I said it’s over 8000 words in total rip

Warnings: “off-screen” reference to physical violence, description of bruising and a broken bone, fluff and angst

“What happened- who did that to you?”

There hadn’t been any anger in the question, not initially. Anger didn’t come quickly to the Doctor (not to this one, not this bright, optimistic version) and certainly not as a first response. Curiosity, surprise, and perhaps stubborn denial, those were common fallbacks for her, and all three of them were present in the words she fired at you and Ryan as you two rounded the corner and limped into view.

“Oh my god, what happened?” Yaz echoed the Doctor, looking between you and Ryan. Ryan just shook his head, out of breath and looking quickly over his shoulder.

“We gotta go,” he said in a low, urgent voice.

“Hey? But we only just got here-” Graham, walking up with an assortment of exotic foods in his arms, stopped mid sentence, eyes flicking between you and Ryan. “Ryan?” He stepped quickly towards his grandson, immediately aware that something was wrong. Yaz had moved to you, and was hunched down, trying to get a good look at your face, which you kept averted. You weren’t sure why, it was Yaz, and the rest of Team TARDIS, after all. But your emotions were still turbulent, scraped raw and layered thinly over with a coating of shock, and you just felt like hiding, curling up and vanishing and not thinking about what had happened, just not… not thinking.

The Doctor had been looking between you and Ryan, frozen in some sort of confused indecision, her mind whirring away behind those bright, clever eyes. Then Yaz looked over at her, and whatever the Doctor read on her face made her step towards you, made that telltale crease appear by her left eyebrow. You flicked a glance at her, but you were too raw for the intensity of her regard, and the undefined, sick feeling in your gut that you’d somehow failed, somehow let the team down. You looked away quickly, head ducked, and when familiar brown boots entered your field of vision, you closed your eyes.

Slender fingers touched your chin, and despite your shame, despite your pain, you couldn’t deny them. Couldn’t deny her. You opened your eyes as the Doctor lifted your face, and though her touch was gentle, the change that her expression underwent was anything but. Apprehensive curiosity shifted into shock, and was quickly eclipsed by fury. Her lips pressed tightly together, the Doctor moved your face back and forth, her now blazing eyes sweeping from your bruised, bloodshot eye down to your split lip. Behind her, you heard Graham hiss in a shocked breath, and you closed your eyes again, swaying. Yaz had made a small, stifled sound of mingled outrage and concern and put an arm around you.

“Who did this to you,” the Doctor repeated, and now there was danger in her voice. You took in a ragged breath; you were too raw, too raw. The Doctor dropped her hold on your face and rounded on Ryan instead, coat flapping in the wind as she strode up to him, asked if he was hurt too. He shook his head, looking again over his shoulder. The absence of the Doctor’s touch left a sudden vacuum for you, and you started to shake. Her intensity had been too much, but without it you were left coldly adrift, reeling and unraveling as the adrenaline began to wear off.

“We should really go,” Ryan repeated.

“Sounds good,” Graham agreed, eyes on you and Yaz. “You can fill us in on the way. Right, Doc?” The Doctor made a low, dangerous sound, and you could feel her eyes on you again. Yaz’s arm on you tightened, gently propelling you forwards, and you began the walk back to the TARDIS, to safety. Home.

Distantly, you could hear the Doctor ahead of you as she dragged the story out of Ryan. How you two had gone exploring the alien city, the aliens so similar in appearance to humans but with such a vastly different culture and landscape, different technology. How everything had been bright, and exciting, and fun, until it hadn’t. How you had seen a child, crying, and approached them, knelt next to them and offered them food you’d purchased earlier. How suddenly a man had appeared, had started yelling and accusing you of interfering with his property. Had tried to grab the crying child, and when you blocked him, had knocked you down. And again, when you tried to get up. Had used his booted foot. Had gotten in Ryan’s face as he got between you and the man, had told Ryan to control you before storming off, child in tow. How the mood in the city had changed, how people had begun to stare at you. Watch you. Follow you.

Graham and Yaz were making suitably outraged, shocked noises as Ryan angrily recounted the tale, but the Doctor was silent. You could feel her anger, however, could almost hear it in the shape of her uncharacteristic silence. You wanted to say something, try and explain or apologize or make up for how thoroughly the trip had been ruined, but your thoughts were starting to slide in and out of your grasp and it was all you could do to keep walking. Were you still walking? You couldn’t always feel your feet, or Yaz’s arm.

“Uh, Doctor,” Yaz said, maybe. You weren’t sure. The world was tilting, darkening. Yaz’s arm was suddenly the only thing you could feel, an anchor as you sagged. Another presence loomed in front of you, and you caught the familiar scent of vanilla and TARDIS, felt the brush of a long coat hitting your legs, and you knew it was her, knew she was scanning your face, though you couldn’t focus on her. On anything, really.

“What’s wrong with her Doc?” Graham asked, distantly.

“Don’t know,” the Doctor replied tersely, and her voice was a beacon, something that you could focus on, cling to in defiance to the darkness. “Concussion, maybe. Head injuries are tricky.” Anger still commanded control of her voice, but worry threaded audibly through it now, too. Her hand touched your cheek, the unbruised side, and her careful touch was a brand, a blaze of sensation in a rapidly dwindling reality. “Hey, you need to stay with us,” the Doctor said. “You need to keep walking, okay?” You tried to focus on her, on those eyes that shone like so many stars.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” you tried to say. It hurt to move your lips, to speak, but you wanted them to know you were sorry you’d caused this, ruined their trip.

“Don’t talk, just walk,” the Doctor said shortly, moving to your other side and joining her arm with Yaz’s. Anger was still clipping her words, and you weren’t able to see the concern in her eyes as she looked at you. Time passed strangely; at times you were hyperaware of Yaz and the Doctor’s hands on you, of the tense conversation filtering through the group. Other times you drifted, felt reality loosen and warp around you and would lose several minutes of time in one jagged lurch.

One of those times, your legs gave out, and Yaz wasn’t quick enough to catch you. The Doctor was, but suddenly her grip on your arm sent a splintering web of agony through you and you cried out weakly, almost breathless with the pain as red curled around the edges of your vision. The Doctor said something under her breath, lowering you to the ground.

“Hold her,” the Doctor said, and someone -Yaz- propped you up as the Doctor ran her hands carefully down your arm, then shoulder, and then side. You hissed out a breath in another flare of agony. “Ah,” the Doctor said grimly, and lifted the edge of your shirt. Ryan swore quietly at whatever was revealed, and the Doctor made another one of her low, dangerous sounds.

“Broken?” Graham asked, after a tense moment. You felt the Doctor’s hand rest lightly on your side, and even that careful touch was enough to wring another stifled cry from you, though you clenched your teeth around it (that hurt, too.)

“Maybe,” the Doctor said, having withdrawn her hand. There was a rustle, then the familiar buzzing of her sonic as she ran it up and down your torso. A pause, as she deciphered the information. “Cracked. Some bleeding,” she reported. Her voice was very quiet, and all the more terrible for it. She stood up violently, rounding on Ryan. “How could you let this happen?” Her voice was still quiet, still terrible in its fury. Ryan blinked, looked away.

“Hold on, Doc, that’s not right,” Graham intervened angrily, stepping forwards. “He saved her, sounds like! You ought to be thanking him, not blaming him!” The Doctor made a savage sound and whirled away from them, fists clenched and eyes closed.

“She knows,” Yaz said quietly to Graham.

“Well, she shouldn’t be having a go at him then-”

“She knows,” Yaz interrupted, firmly but not unkindly. “But we need to keep moving, and I don’t think you’re supposed to walk with cracked ribs…”

“On it,” Ryan said, sounding grateful for the chance to do something helpful. He darted a wary look at the Doctor, but though she had turned around, she was watching without comment, her face set, hands still clenched.

“Careful,” Yaz and Graham said together, unnecessarily, as Ryan gently picked you up. It still hurt, in about a dozen different ways, and your breathing hitched brokenly around another involuntary cry.

“Sorry, sorry,” Ryan said, agonized but determined. The Doctor’s face had flickered at your cry, then she was striding forwards again, towards the TARDIS with quick, violent steps. Yaz, Graham and Ryan exchanged unhappy looks and followed, and you finally, mercifully blacked out.

You awoke to breath-taking agony, muddled thoughts, and shouting. A lot of shouting. Ryan was still holding you, but not gently- his arms were tight, and he was moving around, almost stumbling. You tried to lift your head, tried to see what was going on. There were a lot of people- too many for just Team TARDIS. The aliens had caught up with you. Alarm shot through your system like a drug, lending you sudden, respective clarity.

“Hey bro, back off, back off-” Ryan was saying. In the distance you thought you could make out Yaz and the Doctor’s voices too.

“Step back, come on now, Ryan, go, get inside-” that was Graham. Ryan turned, and your vision was suddenly filled with the most welcome, glorious blue. The TARDIS. You were almost there, you were almost safe- and then something hit Ryan, hard. Graham yelled a warning, but it was too late. Ryan stumbled, and dropped you, and the world exploded in a red haze. Time and space fragmented around you, splinters of sound and sensation. You thought maybe you were dead. You tried to lift your head, tried to breathe.

“DOCTOR,” someone screamed.

A face loomed. It was not the Doctor’s, and in that crystalline moment you knew, horribly, that you were not dead.

“Got you, you filthy human,” it said. You stared back blankly, almost numb with horror and pain as he- the man from before, the one who’d attacked you and Ryan, it was him and you were alone- seized your arm, jerked you towards him. The pain that ripped through you didn’t even leave you enough breath to scream, but you tried to resist, tried to lean away, to do anything, but he had your arm and was pulling you in, and you couldn’t, you couldn’t even scream-

A swirl of lilac-grey fabric and brown boots appeared in your vision, and the hold on your arm was released as the Doctor shoved her way bodily between you and the man. She was much smaller than him, but it was he who staggered backwards from the aggressive contact. The Doctor was a pillar, boots planted firmly with one slightly in front of the other, ready to pivot at a moment’s notice.

She was so close to you that the edge of her coat brushed your side, and one of her hands was dropped towards you, fingers splayed protectively. You knew instinctively that the other hand gripped the sonic. It wasn’t a weapon, not in the conventional sense, but it still had a cautionary effect on most beings. As it should. The TARDIS, so frustratingly close, gave a sudden and booming toll, a sound felt as much as heard. There was a moment of shocked, ringing silence. The Doctor swept her blazing eyes across the frozen assembly.

“Yaz, Graham, get her inside,” she ordered.

“But-” Graham began, wary eyes on the crowd of alien men around the Doctor, “Doc-”

“Now,” the Doctor said, her eyes fixing on the man she had pushed away from you. “Ryan, with me.” Ryan’s legs joined the Doctor’s in your hazy field of vision. You tried to speak, tried to say the Doctor’s name, but your vision was darkening and you still couldn’t catch you breath, and Yaz’s hands were suddenly on you, you could hear her voice but it was muffled, fading in and out- and then you were unconscious again. Yaz carried you into the TARDIS, flanked by Graham. The Doctor didn’t move, didn’t look away. The TARDIS door clicked shut.

Yaz carried you to the TARDIS medical bay, and stayed with you while Graham loitered nervously at the console, watching the screen and ready to rush out and help Ryan and the Doctor if things went badly. You wouldn’t find out for several days what had gone down outside the TARDIS, the Doctor and Ryan facing a dozen angry aliens.

Ryan would tell you and Yaz later, in a tone of hushed awe, how the Doctor had asked the group how they dared to hurt her friends, how she had listened to a dozen different mumbling replies while her dark eyes had never left the first man, the one who had hurt you.

How she had waited quietly until he spoke, until he dared to open his mouth and justify what he did. ‘This one?’ she had asked Ryan, without turning her head. ‘Was it him?’ How when Ryan had nodded, she had then shouldered her way into his space, nose to nose, and how she had followed him when he tried to step away, a clear predator for all that she was more than half a foot shorter and armed with a screwdriver.

The Doctor had stalked him until he fetched up against a tree, and then she had leaned in, said something too quietly for Ryan to hear. ‘I wish I knew what she said, man,’ Ryan told you and Yaz, shaking his head. ‘He went so pale, I thought he might faint- I mean, he was sweating.’

He went on to say how the Doctor had stepped away, so that she could regard the entire group again. ‘You are not the best you can be; you are so- much- less,’ she had said, and though the words had been mild, the tone had been so devastatingly furious that it had swept through the semi-circle like the swing of a weapon, sending the aliens away into the gathering night. The Doctor had not waited to watch; she had merely turned her back, and strode to the TARDIS. They had been dismissed; they were prey, not worthy of a predator’s attention.

‘Absolutely mad,’ Ryan had said, rubbing his face. ‘Never seen her lose it like that before. Scary, almost.’

But all that had come later, when you were up and moving about the TARDIS again, when some of the horror had faded and everyone was starting to itch for the next adventure...

[end pt.1]

Read part 2 here!

#13th doctor #13th doctor x reader #13th doctor imagine #mine #I'm sorry it's such a mess #I'M a mess

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crimsonbluemoon · 5 years

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Hi! I was hoping if you can do a parent!au, friends to lovers and “fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit. fuck” for Ohmtoonz. If not, that’s cool. Ps i love your writing

No this is fine! I just posted a new holiday drabble request for my Tumblr (because I am an idiot) so I should probably get the last two of these done before I start looking at those…so Hopefully, you’ll like this!

Parents AU, Friends to Lovers, “fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit. fuck.” Ohmtoonz

“Fuck.” Luke stared down at the smoking engine of the car on the side of the road, his hands slow to slide through his hair. Finally, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialing a number when letting out another string over curses. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit. Fuck!”

“Daddy,” the childish voice he heard was not expected on the other side on the phone, and Luke froze when he realized the father of the now yelling child had not picked up the phone.”Luke’s mad about something; he’s swearing…like a lot!”

“Oh, is he?” The teasing voice coming closer to the other side of the phone made his shoulders relax, a smile edging at the side of lips despite his frustrated mood. “Put him on speaker phone, bud. Yup, just click that button…good job. Alright, what’s going on, Toonzy?”

“Hey Ohm. Is there any way you can come pick me up by the bar? I went to get my check and my car shit the bed like the piece of shit it is.”

“Not if you’re gonna swear like that in front of Squirrel. He’s got sensitive ears.” The giggle that was heard in the background of the call made Luke roll his eyes, leaning on the side of his car. His best friend, despite being the responsible teen between the two of them in high school, had somehow ended up getting his high school sweetheart pregnant their last year. Though the woman had been a great mother, she and Ohm weren’t compatible romantically (”I don’t know man, you did make a kid-” “Shut up, Toonz”) and had broken up before their child was born. Neither let it affect their parenting, and Squirrel had been raised with more love than most kids who were raised with both of their parents. Now six, the kid was a spitfire, taking more sass and sarcasm from his mother than the softer (but sneaky) Ohm.

“Your brat’s heard far worse.”

“What? When?”

“Like when his dad gets his ass kicked in Uno-”

“That was because you cheated; everyone knows you can’t end on a wild.” Ryan’s interruption had the child bursting into laughter, seeming to remember the other night well. The trio played Uno together every Friday; it had been the reason Luke had given up the night he made the most money at the bar to Brian. Sure, a big set of tips was nice, but watching Squirrel squeal in joy when getting to make Luke draw two (despite it being the wrong color) was worth more than a bigger check. Plus, Ohm cooked him dinner, the young chef’s skills making Luke wonder why his friend was still single. Ryan said that he wanted to ‘focus on Squirrel’, despite both knowing he was fully capable of juggling multiple things at once. Heck, if a boyfriend just slipped into the spaces that Ryan left him in their schedule, he could balance a boyfriend or girlfriend with no problem.

But hell would freeze over before Toonz gave up his time with either person now and talking over each other on the other side of the phone.

“Squirrel, don’t help Toonz!”

“Daddy swore when he burnt himself last night making dinner!” It wasn’t hard to think of the happy face Squirrel wore when he spoke, which warmed Luke’s heart as he gave a genuine laugh.

“Did he? You make sure he’s okay? We don’t want your dad hurt.”

“Yup! I did exactly what you showed me to!” When Ryan had been too nervous to teach his kid how to ride a bike at age four, Luke had offered to help do it. The experience had been good, up until Squirrel crashed for the first time. Cleaning and bandaging the cut had been much harder when one of his hands was being held in a vice grip from a panicking Ohm, but he’d made due. He could still remember running a soothing thumb over the back of the father’s hand while giving a thumbs up to the brave faced (but tear eyed) Squirrel, before the trio went out for ice cream to celebrate.

“That’s great, kiddo. Hey, remember that time your dad fell on the ice when we went ice skating?” Luke asked, enjoying the weird noise from Ryan that echoed in the phone’s reciever.

“Oh, yah! We had to leave because daddy swore so much.” The memory was fond to Luke, remembering the pretty pink color that crawled over Ryan’s face when he apologized to the duo for the sixtith time since leaving the ice rink. Luke had to buy the pair some hot chocolate and watch two of the Harry Potter movies back at Ohm’s house to get the man to stop apologizing, though it was only because the tired father had passed out on Cartoonz’s shoulder.

“Hey! do you want a ride or not?” The threat was useless, both knew it, but Luke couldn’t help but snicker and call his bluff.

“You ain’t gonna leave me on the side of the road. You love me.” It was a toss out comment he used with his best friend, always a tease, so he hadn’t expected Squirrel to pipe up.

“Of course he does! He tells mommy all the time, though he said he could never tell you.” The words weren’t meant to be mind-melting; in all honestly, it seemed natural for Squirrel to hear the declaration, and somewhere in the back of his mind, Luke wondered how often ‘mommy and daddy’ talked about Luke. Squirrel didn’t hesitate to continue despite the sudden silence from both adults. “I’m happy he did, cause I love you a lot too. And you love us, right?”

“Squirrel!” Ryan’s hushed hiss of his son��s name showed how panicke dhe was, and Luke could feel his starting to warm at the direct question.

“Course I do, buddy. I…I love you both.” The words felt sticky in his throat, unsure of how much truth he was exposing. But Squirrel didn’t seem to notice, eager to respond.

“Mommy said if he told you, then you could come move in with us! Wouldn’t that be cool?”

“Ye-Yeah, it would be something else.” Luke let the response roll out softly, the butterflies in his stomach robbing his voice of bravado. But the pleasant rush through his blood proved that the idea was...really nice to think about.

“Squirrel uh…you need to go get a jacket! Go grab it from your room, okay sweetie?” The father’s voice on the other line didn’t fair any better, and after the loud shout of ‘see you soon, Luke!’ from the child now running out of the room, the call fell silent. Luke tried to find something to look at around the bar to calm himself down, but even the broken down car couldn’t stop the wide smile that claim stake on Cartoonz’s face.

“Focused on Squirrel, huh?”

“God I’m so sorry.” Ohm’s voice rushed while he rambled, and Luke had to cover his mouth with his palm to keep from laughing. “I didn’t think he could hear-this isn’t how I wanted you to find out. I was never even gonna tell you, I don’t mean to make this weird, gosh Toonz I-”

“Ohm,” Luke cut in, feeling he would never get picked up if he didn’t step in. And he really needed to see Ryan.

“Yeah, Toonz?”

“Get your ass here so I can kiss you already.” He heard the squeak of surprise from his friend before he yanked the phone awy from his ear, ending the call to slip the device into his pocket. Dropping his head back onto the edge of the car’s roof, Luke glanced up at the sky above, enjoying the heavy heartbeat pounding against his ribcage. Had it always been like this? Why hadn’t he noticed? Why was he so stupid? The questions had no answers, but he gave a slow chuckle before closing his eyes and relaxing in his spot.

He was so buying Squirrel ice cream on the way back to Ohm’s.

#Ohmtoonz #ohmwrecker #Cartoonz #dead squirrel #BBS #i love bbs #banana bus squad #bbs fanfiction #<3 #crimsonbluemoon

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survivormanhattanbeach · 5 years

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Episode 3: “She hates girls”- Dani

I AM PISSED. I AM SO MAD AT BRANDAN RIGHT NOW. WHAT THE HECK. I WAS TOTALLY TRANSPARENT WITH HIM. HONESTLY??? I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUtT FLIPPING WITH HIM AND JULIAN IFFFFF THEY WOULD HAVE ASKED ME. AND JULIAN?? I TOLD HIM I HEARD HIS NAME, I TOLD HIM. WHY IS HE ATTACKING ME FOR BEING HONEST??? I'm so glad I have Lucy and Andreas but Brandan better waTCH OUT BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN NOTHING BUT HONEST WITH HIM. WHAT THE HECK i'm sorry, i'm just so MAD right now

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO all my alliance members are on different tribes, I am so sad. ALso I'm with Brandan. -___________- I don't know who else is even on my tribe. I like Kevin and the others are all okay but UGH WHY BRANDAN WHEN I AM SO IRRITATED WITH HIM STILL?? bring me back lucy and andreas :(

Okay so yay for a tribe swap but uhm it's kinda homophobic that not only am I not on a tribe with Dani or Ryan, but that I can't even speak to them now!! I'm still drinking with Dani on Saturday though so suck it hosts. This tribe is alright, like I said not my favorite set up but I don't feel completely screwed. I'm with Joey which is good because he's loyal to me, but people are going to assume we're working together since he picked me, also he isn't good at talking to new people so idk if that's gonna end up bad for us lolol. But yay for being on a tribe with Sarah! Idk she's iconic and I'd like to work with her. I talked to Andreas for a bit and he was nice, I'd hope we could work together. I started talking to Junior again before the swap so I don't feel completely off on him. Billy is the only one I've barely talked to, but he was on Sarah's old tribe so I think they're gonna stick together??? I just hope that we can win some challenges so that I don't have to worry.

when trace and johnny give you lemons.... (ie- brandan) you make lemonade. I am currently kissing brandan's ASS right now. i told him that if he and julian asked me to flip i would have and all kinds of other lies just because i don't need any drama with him on this tribe going forward, I NEED numbers so whatever i'm going to be his new best friend and pretend to forget about tribal but I'm still PISSED.

This tribe swap is fucking disgusting. Why do i have to be on a tribe with junior. Im just glad jake is here and maybe him, billy and i can work together and grab someone else to work with us if we go to tribal

Okay so last night I was on call with Joey and he was like "someone told me you wanted to vote me out round 1" and I was like yeah it's true but you didn't have to say it. And big surprise it was Keaton that told him this. So now it's a new day and lo and behold I'm on a tribe with Keaton's snake ass and as much as I don't trust him I have to play nice because the boy knows WAY too much about my game and my personal life for me to risk crossing him so basically I just go from one migraine to another bouncing between my exes. If I get swap fucked I will be showing up in Johnny's PMs with virtual pitchforks. xoxo Madison

https://youtu.be/5oLRQqS00UU

VL Confessional Cause you tried to play both sides You got caught up in your lies And now you're runnin' You're runnin' out of time Try again, cause the game is over https://imgflip.com/gif/2vicz3

Wtf! Why did we switch tribes right as I felt so good????? Now I’m in a tribe where I feel like I can’t connect to anyone except dan and sometimes Tom. I made an alliance with Tom, Madison, and Dan. I’m trying to ensure our safety Incase we do go to tribal. Keaton came to me and said he wants to target Madison and honestly I’m really down for that. So I think I can use this as an advantage. I can either tell Madison Keaton is after him and we get him. Or I can team up with Keaton and Lucy and get one other person to flip and we get Madison. Tbh only down for Madison because she doesn’t seem to like me at all. I’ve also heard she hates girls. Which is a little obvious :p. I hate that. GIRLS GOTTA PROTECT GIRLS. But nooooo she loves attention. Ok ranting done.

VL CONFESSIONAL I feel like Jake is my #1, but Dani is visiting him today(lucky girl.) I feel like I would do a disservice to a majority of straight men in this game if I didn’t hum the intro to “Ether” at least once. Also, fuck Jay-Z.

Heya, time for a little update! As of now, I am getting a little frustrated with my tribe (love Jake though). But before I get carried away, let's see how well we do in the immunity challenge. I am not sold on the song choice, but I appreciate that a few people give active input. I'll do my part as best as I can and hope that it'll be enough for at least 2nd place... Should we lose, I'll try to get a solid group with Jake and Junior, and add a player, who one of the other three wanna vote for. At this point, none of Joey, Sarah or Billy play a major role for my future plans in this game. Billy could become a close ally as he seems to be very underrated in this game. Sarah could become a close ally because she's a cool cat. Joey idk about. We're not bonding that well rn.

I have no faith in my tribe at all I somehow feel like this video is about to be 3 minutes of just me and a cameo of mark and his adorable kids x_x Time to make my cousins make some videos with me so I have a lot to edit in because I SURE can’t rap in time with this song

Okay Isaac is sending weird clips of himself from challenges I’m not sure if that will cut it but I’ll take whatever I can edit together at this point DJSJS

Me seeing the other videos and prepping to go to tribal... also a picture of Tom booty poppin should be on the dvd cover

VL CONFESSIONAL THANK YOU JUDGESSSSSSSSSS! YOU GUYS ROCK! JESS LET ME BUY YOU A BUNCH OF TIM HORTONS. Alyssa, fried chicken at Red Rooster on me when I visit😃?

I know I haven’t been around much. But I hate this swap. I hate this tribe. I know NO ONE who I feel will be willing to keep me safe with them. So I actually have to work hard to talk to people. Music videos are not my forte. But I have to contribute because if we lose then I’ll be someone on the chopping block for sure. And I can’t have that. I’m just hopping we can slam challenges and then we can make it to the next swap. But I hope Sarah and Jake stay close with me. I really like them both. Jake is really cool to talk to and he’s not bad to look at either. Sarah is my soul sister. Then there’s Joey, who has this plan to get rid of Andreas and honestly I’m kinda ok with it. Anyone but me is how I’m feeling. I just gonna find somewhere to sink my teeth into this game and take a bite. I don’t want to be a background day player with no story line and shitty gameplay.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=zfISjcq23KU

Okay so I think I'm gonna go for Billy this round. I didn't want to lose because I think I have good connections with everyone on our tribe, but someone's gotta go. Billy makes me worried now because he said in our tribe chat that Tom told him we lost, so bitch you cross tribaling??? Andreas and Junior both told me they like me and each other so I think they're trying to form a group of 3 there? Sarah also said she liked me and Billy and I like Sarah but it might be hard trying to get her to vote Billy out. Joey originally said he wanted Andreas out and that he likes Billy, but Billy told me and Junior that Joey was spreading Andreas name, so I let Joey know that Billy's doing that, and I think Joey trusts him less now. We'll see what happens. I just don't my name going around like last time. I just need another tribe swap ASAP.

So now were going to tribal bc johnny announced the results wrong. Johnny is a pissy player and cant stand when other hosts mess up but wants us to understand when he does..hm TEA Anyways ill see what i can do to make sure I do not go home. I think i have junior, and jake and billy but we shall see

Literally fuck off. HOW IS IT FAIR THAT THE HOSTS fucked up and they wont give us an extension??? INTERESTING????????? Why does one tribe get over a day and we get less than 12 hours..lol ok what ever maybe get your fucking shit together before fucking over ppls games

Well look at it, we lost again. Great! Just great! And people seem to be thrilled to go to Tribal Council! They're so excited that they throw the challenges! So me being a straight shooter, I immediately target Billy, who has slacked the most on this new tribe and would be a fair call (on paper). But it's only natural that people have their own agenda and I am being targeted by Joey and Billy at least. Sure, Joey might still be up in the air, but either way, I NEED to believe in Jake and Junior here to vote for for Billy, or I am toast. And if Billy doesn't step up next round, so are Jake and Junior. I have nothing against Billy, but this season we don't really get along too well. We had a fun chat today, but it felt like it was too little to late for me in this season. Let's see what happens in this mess of a round :D Love Johnny though, I don't blame him. I really wanna stay and fight for all the people on my tribe to stay in this game!

Ok, so as per usual in premerge, my fate rests within other peoples hands. That's just how I play and that's totally okay with me. The scenarios I can see are: 4-2 Billy/Me (which is what's being sold to me sort of with Billy and Sarah voting for me) 4-2 Me/Billy (if Jake sticks to Joey and they decide to ride the tide and vote out Billy over Junior if they lose another TC) 5-1 Me/Billy (if they all wanna be safe lmao, but Junior seems really sincere, so I doubt this happens!) I can't scramble too hard at this vote, because I really feel that Jake wants to keep me around and me reaching out to others will make me appear like a bigger name to write down. I 50:50 Hate/Love each tribe I'm on and I hate that I am such a sulky old man in this season, but that's just a new facette of good old me.

https://youtu.be/i6ZY0hrvDaM

I am SO glad that we won! the judges were HARSH, huh? But it's okay, we still won! I really hope that andreas is going to be okay tonight, I'm just a little worried but I think maybe Billy will be the one to go?? Maybe.

I fucking wrote out a long ass confessional and then it refreshed and I wanna die, so here are the highlights: I love how Johnny has progressed enough in life to recruit 5 iconic female judges in the name of feminism, but has not progressed enough to perform basic arithmetic I want the f5 to be original Robinsons and I trust them as follows: Mark > Dani = Ryan > Junior I want a f3 with Mark and Junior because Dani is a big social threat and I would always vote for a woman over a man because fuck men, and it’s like the laws of feminism I’m really happy I haven’t had to go to tribal yet, let’s keep it moving and NO DOUBLE OR TRIPLE TRIBALS PLSSSS

It looks like this is a wrap y’all. Unless sarah actually pulled some miracle out of her ass and convinced them all to vote Andreas then it’s time to blow my flame out. I’ve been on the outs ever since I was picked last. So I guess this shouldn’t be a surprise.

#tsmanhattanbeach

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I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Summary: When Sam is ordered off a case due to a stomach bug, she finds herself alone for Christmas. But just as she’s starting to sympathize with Scrooge, a certain someone comes home to brighten up things.

Author’s notes: Just a little fluff for the Christmas holiday! Hopes ya enjoy ;D (I’m planning on continuing Showing The Change very soon. This is just a little something different ‘cause it’s Christmas!)

Christmas Eve. What an exciting and thrilling night that is. Children scurrying around in the anticipation of Santa’s arrival, parents wrapping up some last minute gifts, and everyone’s moods suddenly getting just a little bit brighter. It’s a time to be with one’s family. A time to sit back and lounge by a crackling fire. A time when… everything is close to being absolutely perfect.

At least, that’s how it’s supposed to go.

On this particular Christmas Eve, Samantha Massey could argue against that. This year was different from most Christmases she’d experienced. It was supposed to be her very first Christmas with her new husband, but no. Life had other plans. Things just had to go to heck and steal her detective off into a very dangerous, very secretive case.

Honestly, Sam couldn’t complain. She’d been through her fair share of years when she herself had been busy at work as December rolled around. But things always managed to work out somehow. That’s one of the ways Christmas was so special.

But not this year. This year, everything was wrong. She wasn’t in Texas; she was in Los Angeles. She wasn’t with her family; she was alone in a dimly lit house. She wasn’t feeling the joy of Christmas; she was feeling the burn of a sneeze as her hands grasped for more tissues. Screw allergies.

So this Christmas Eve, Sam decided, was going to suck. And because it was going to suck, she privileged herself every right to be a Scrooge and not talk to anyone. She even turned down Ryan Summer’s invitation to his fancy Christmas party. In Sam’s mind it was the movie star’s sad attempt to make sure she wasn’t completely alone for the holidays. After all, she was a newly married woman. A woman whose husband wasn’t even around for their very first December 25th together!

As she stifled another sneeze, Sam clutched the warm blanket closer to her knees. It was at this moment when she realized how much of a a blessing sweatpants were.

“Achoo!”

‘Ugh,’ she thought bitterly. ‘I get over a stomach bug only to drown in a cold.’

To distract her mind from her pounding headache, Sam fumbled around for the remote control to the tv in their living room. She quickly found it sitting next to her and turned on the screen. It seemed like every channel was playing either Elf or White Christmas. She settled on White Christmas and snuggled herself into the blanket wrapped around her body.

One of those random chills made her shiver as she watched an extravagant dance number take place on the tv. She tried not to think of the times when she’d sit down and watch this movie on repeat with her siblings. It only made her wish she was in Odessa with them instead of here, in California, wondering if her husband was even still alive.

The case Dave had been sucked into was far from easy or safe. She didn’t know too much about it, but she did know that it involved him having to constantly watch his back. In fact, he hadn’t even been in contact with her for at least a week. It was these types of situations that Dave was good at but Sam hated. She would much rather have a full on shootout than blend in with the crowds and use stealthy maneuvers to get information. But, at least it was Dave who’d stayed healthy enough to take charge of this case. Even though she didn’t want to admit it, he was much more equipped for these delicate types of things.

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t dying to be with him.

Ding dong!

Whipping around, Sam stared at the door of their small house. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Who would be stopping by this late at night?

Some of Dave’s warning words echoed deafeningly in her mind. ‘I’m gonna have to disappear for a few days. Don’t be too quick to trust people while I’m gone. If they find me it won’t take them too long to find you. So watch your back.’

Feeling her heart speed in anxiously, the Deputy Marshal instinctively grabbed the pistol sitting across from her and stood up. She flipped off the tv, threw down the fuzzy blanket, and began to take slow steps towards the door. Green eyes narrowed defensively, Sam positioned herself on the far corner of the locked door.

She held the pistol close to her chest and hovered her hand over the doorknob. After sucking in a breath to steady her nerves, she unlocked the door and flung it open aggressively. Her hands shot forward to point the gun at the figure in the doorway, a strong look on her face. But that’s when her eyes widened.

“Easy Marshal,” said the smooth, sultry voice of Dave Reyes as he pushed the pistol away from his face. “I’m not here to kill anyone.”

“Dear God,” Sam mumbled in shock as she pulled the gun back and yanked her husband inside. She slammed the door behind him. “When did you- how did you- mm!”

Her voice was cut off as Dave suddenly leaned forward and smashed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. He eventually pulled back with a warm smile on his face. “Oh, I needed that.” He leaned forward again for another round only to have Sam push him back.

His fiery partner fixed a cold glare on him. “You can’t just show up out of nowhere and kiss me like you haven’t been gone for a week!”

Dave tilted his head as he studied her expression. “I told you I’d be undercover. Things were too risky for me to call you or come home.”

Sam held her angry glare as she tossed her pistol aside and crossed her arms over her chest. “I didn’t know where you were! You disappeared off face of the freakin’ planet. I was stuck here, alone, wondering if you were even still alive. You could’ve at least tried to contact me!”

“It wasn’t safe,” Dave protested, tilting his head as he studied her frustrated expression. “I had to wait until things were in the clear before I could come home. But hey, at least I made it in time for Christmas.” He smiled, hoping she would join him.

But, to his disappointment, she didn’t. She only sniffed and brushed her hair back. “Yeah. It’s about damn time too. A-Achoo!” She exclaimed as she sneezed on him.

Dave flinched, a slightly disgusted look on his face. But then he sighed with a small laugh. “You look like a mess, Massey.”

She fixed a glare on him. “Reyes. You ain’t helping my self esteem here.”

He smirked as he walked deeper into their house and into the living room. His gaze landed on the discarded fuzzy blanket and box of tissues on the couch. His eyes softened a little sadly. “… I guess it was pretty bad that I missed most of our first Christmas together, huh?”

“Yeah,” Sam agreed gruffly as she came up behind him, her arms still crossed. “I spent the past few days receiving photos from my family back in Texas and ignoring invitations to Christmas parties.”

“Why exactly?” Dave asked curiously.

She gestured to herself. “Have you seen me? I’m either sneezing every ten minutes or coughing up a lung.”

Her husband looked her over briefly before his eyes lit up with an idea. He smiled and quickly picked up Sam by her waist, easily plopping her down on the couch.

“Reyes, what?” She questioned as he wrapped the blanket around her and left the tissue box on the coffee table.

“Shh,” he gold her, placing a finger to her lips. “Don’t question. Just enjoy.”

She raised an eyebrow. “That was suspiciously vague.”

“What did I just say?” He asked as he turned a corner and went into the kitchen.

Sam rolled her eyes. “Right. No talking.”

About ten minutes of listening to Dave fumble around in the kitchen went on before the smell of chocolate began to reach Sam’s nose. Soon, her husband returned into the living room with two mugs in hand.

He was smiling proudly as he handed her a warm mug of hot chocolate. “Madam,” he said sweetly, green eyes sparkling.

Sam took the drink in surprise. She took a long, much needed sip before breaking into a smirk. “Are these baby marshmallows I see floating around?”

Dave grinned triumphantly. “They are indeed. Very manly of me, I know.”

She stifled another roll of her eyes and instead watched as Dave turned on the tv and flipped to a Christmas music station. The detective whipped around to face Sam again. “Okay, you wait here while I get changed into something less battle-worn.”

It was then that Sam noticed how bedraggled Dave actually looked. His normally clean and crisp suit was torn and stained. Apparently he’d had worse of a day than she’d assumed. But before she could call him on it, he disappeared down the hall and into their bedroom.

While he was gone, Sam quickly jumped to her feet and darted over to the Christmas tree sitting against the wall. She snatched up a present marked ‘To: Dave.’ Hurrying, she dived back to the couch and pretended like she’d never gotten up.

It didn’t take too much longer for Dave to return in some much more comfortable attire. He wore a pair of black sweatpants paired with a maroon sweater.

“You look nice,” Sam commented as he headed for the couch.

Dave chuckled, crawling over the armrest and scooting himself next to Sam. He saddled up beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I thought I might as well rock the ugly Christmas sweater look since it’s just the two of us.” His eyes spotted the present tucked under her arm. “What’s that?”

“Hm? Oh, that?” She smoothly pulled it out and handed it over. “Merry Christmas, partner.”

Dave took the nicely wrapped gift in his hands. “Sam, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

She rolled her eyes. “C’mon, none of that now. Just open your damn present.”

He mumbled a quick “yes ma’am” before hurrying to unfold the paper. The gold and red covering was soon ripped off to reveal the cover of a decorative photo album. Dave held it out and traced his hands along the golden edges. He smiled when he saw a picture of he and Sam on their wedding day. Quickly, he began to flip through the pages to see more and more of the photos they’d taken on that special day. His smile grew and grew. “Massey…”

She leaned forward anxiously, almost nervously. “Do you like it?”

“Seriously?” Dave asked as he turned to face her with a smile. “I love it.” He planted a kiss to her lips. “And I love you. Thank you for this. Now I can look back on that day whenever I want.”

Sam grinned triumphantly. “That was the idea. I’m glad you like it.”

As he stared into her attracting, emerald eyes, Dave suddenly remembered what he had shoved into his pocket. Snapping his head around, he pulled it out to make sure it was still there. “Well, while we’re exchanging presents, here’s yours.”

Sam blinked as she took the small box from his hands and looked it over. Her eyes glanced up at his with that familiar gleam in them before she ripped the paper away and chucked it at his face.

The detective dodged to the right and the wad of paper went flying to the floor. He sent a smug smirk in his wife’s direction.

Sam ignored him as she continued to unwrap her present. “Wipe that grin off your face.”

He didn’t wipe that grin off his face as he watched her pull out a small box.

“Oh…” Sam mumbled as she opened the box to see a shining silver chain with a beautiful red jewel to complete the necklace. “This looks so expensive…”

“It was,” Dave agreed with a small laugh. “But don’t think I didn’t see you eyeing this thing when we went to the mall a few weeks ago. Here, let me put it on you.” After moving the wedding album go the side, he gently pulled her blonde hair back and fastened the chain around her neck.

Sam touched the red scarlet jewel fondly. “I think this contrasts with the sweatpants.”

Dave shook his head in amusement. “Baby, you make this look good.” He sneakily kissed her neck. “And that necklace was made for you.”

The Deputy Marshal lifted her head so he could keep pressing soft kisses to her skin. “Mm… You’re gonna spoil me…” She pushed his head back so she could look into his deep eyes. “But Dave, I really do like it. It’s damn near perfect.”

He smiled. “You’re damn near perfect, Massey.”

She smirked. “Shut up and kiss me, Reyes.”

“Yes ma’am,” he responded swiftly before leaning in to close the gap in between them. They kissed passionately and lovingly, barely stopping more than a second for air. Soon, Dave had scooted himself forward so he was holding himself above Sam, still kissing her fiercely but smoothly. He lowered himself closer to her as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You might catch a cold from this,” she warned as she forced her body back into a sitting position.

“I’ll take my chances,” Dave replied, following her lead and sitting right next to her. He brushed a strand of blonde hair out of her face as the music changed to a different song.

I’ll be home for Christmas You can plan on me Please have snow and mistletoe And presents by the tree Christmas Eve will find me Where the lovelight gleams

“Hm,” Sam mused as she heard the words. “Fitting.”

I’ll be home for Christmas If only in my dreams

Dave turned to her with a playful gleam in his eye and promptly began to sing along to the lyrics. “I’ll be home for Christmas. You can plan on me.”

“Dear God,” Sam said with a small laugh as she watched the detective break into song.

Seeing her surprised but amused expression, Dave smiled and wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders. “Please have snow. And mistletoe. And presents by the tree.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Come on, don’t let me do this by myself. I know you know the words, Miss Marshal.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, I was kinda enjoying hearing your charmingly sultry voice.”

“Christmas eve will find me,” he continued before looking at her expectantly.

With a roll of her eyes, she began to sing. “Where the lovelight gleams.”

“I’ll be home for Christmas,” they both sang together in semi perfect harmony. “If only in my dreams.”

Dave smiled at her in an almost proud way. “Well, look at that. She can sing.”

“Who said you could sing any better?” Sam challenged teasingly as she rested her head against his shoulder and let out a small sigh. “… I’m glad you’re home, Dave.”

“Me too, Massey,” he said, pressing a light kiss to her forehead and holding her close to his side. “Me too. Hey, let’s take a walk down memory lane, shall we?” He asked before grabbing the wedding album again and flipping to the first page. His eyes widened. “Okay, you’re not supposed to have those pictures. Which one of my best men betrayed me?”

“Both of ‘em,” Sam responded firmly, smirking and pointing to the selfies Ryan and Jamal secretly took while Dave adjusted his tux in the background.

The detective sighed. “Well, at least I have evidence now. I can hold this against them forever.”

They shared many more laughs and smiles as they continued to go through the entire album. There were pictures of everything that occurred that day. Cassandra sneakily making sure Sam and Dave never saw each other until the ceremony, the Three Stooges being put in charge of the reception, Sam walking down the isle, the long awaited kiss that sealed the deal, Dave asking Sam’s mother to dance, Jamal being the DJ, and so much more. Oh, but the best photo was definitely of the back of Dave’s cruiser which depicted a sign that read, ‘Just Finally Married’. To this day they wondered who planned and executed that.

As she leaned against her husband’s shoulder and watched him flip through each page, Sam found herself not being able to quite wipe the smile from her lips.

On this particular Christmas Eve, Samantha Massey thought she could argue with the stereotypical plans of the heartwarming night. But, even though this Christmas wasn’t going exactly how she imagined it, she couldn’t complain. Dave was home, they were back together, and that’s all that really mattered to her.

Maybe this Christmas wouldn’t suck just as badly as she had planned.

The End.

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Part 83 Alignment May Vary: Mirrors of the Abyss (To Sea What They Could Sea)

The next part of our adventure is taken from Mirrors of the Abyss, by Ryan Durney. I highly recommend it as a rare high level adventure. Very much worth a purchase. I will be covering huge aspects of it and it will not be spoiler-free, though it is a random enough adventure that there is PLENTY we won’t see on this playthrough and some additional material for our own story. Much of the art in this section of the blog is taken directly from the module and is illustrated by Ryan Durney. The purpose in using it here is to show off how beautiful and professional the product is, not to claim such images as our own. I sincerely hope it inspires you to purchase the product!

Vulpine Encounter

Much has happened in a short amount of time. Carrick has fallen. The Prophecy has been revealed to MIlosh (we will share it later this post). Hecate has joined the party. But they all have little time to contemplate any of this: the moment they arrive on the cold wet beach through the latest portal, they are spotted by a strange creature standing on a cliff’s edge, arms outstretched, looking for all the world like a creature about to throw himself into the raging sea.

I say “creature,” because this thing is no man. It is humanoid to be sure, but its vulpine features and furry body speak to some kind of demon or mixed race, dressed in ruined finery from an era long gone. As the thing spots them, it lets out a strange cry and charges down the cliff side, swiftly scaling it with little care to its own safety, only to pull up short by them, hands (paws?) raised in surrender.

“I do not come to hurt you!” the creature chortles, its voice caught somewhere between in the uncomfortable space between hysterical excitement and anxious calm.

In actuality, this is Carrick’s new character, now that Carrick is dead... or at least, no longer with the party in any playable sense. His name is Ruz, pronounced “ruse”, and he was the previous winner of Esheballa’s game, though that was a century ago. The winning came at a great cost, as he tells the party: in the end, Ruz had to murder the rest of his companions in order to “win” the game. For a time after, he was favored by Esheballa and spent much of his time reveling in her passionate embrace. But time passes and Esheballa is fickle. Cast aside by his mistress once she became bored with him, he has wandered her courts and challenge rooms with no purpose for decades, not aging much, rarely being targeted by the demons and things that lurk in her rooms (for fear of awakening her wrath for killing one of her “collected” playthings). Finally, he had given up hope of ever there being a change in his fate and was determined to settle things himself when he spotted the party.

Ruz’s excitement quickly turns to trepidation, however, as he notices a thick fog settling on to the beach. He has seen something like this in his own game, ages ago, and he knows that it marks this place as the next arena, the next battleground.

Ruz decides to take the group under his, uh, paw and guides them to a safe haven, or so he thinks: an old temple that was dedicated to Esheballa, or at least one of her older, kinder, aspects, before she became dark and twisted.

“This coast is where Esheballa forgets things to die. Including me... this temple has been left untouched by her games for years, but there’s no telling what’s changed now that you are here. Be careful!”

The warning turns out to be a good one. Almost immediately in fact, as Milosh decides to try and swim out into the ocean a ways and his key, the one that lets him travel through these realms, that he found back at the beginning of Esheballa’s game, activates a hidden curse and turns him into a merman.

This is a little bit of silliness as Milosh comes back to shore and has to flop around on land a bit before he transforms back. A small consequence for a small misdirection. But maybe also a warning of worse things to come.

Sudden Shift in the Plan

A lot happens in the next scene. Ryan Durney set up a ton of threats in this area of the Abyss. The biggest threat is a huge collection of monsters he designed called “sea monkeys.” They are the height of a dangerous swarm, vicious and persistant and come in ungodly numbers. There are a number of hordes equal to the number of players, and each horde has 240 life and they can automatically prone and grapple a player with hundreds of their little sea lice pets and they can attach to players and deal 5 damage per attached monkey and they come with priests who attack using dark energy.

It’s actually a really well designed and balanced fight, though it may not seem like it from the above description. The DCs to break the effects they cast are 18, which is not super high for a party of this level. And they don’t actually deal a ton of damage in their attacks. They are just persistent!

But a DM has to be able to read their party, and after last session, I read a few things in my party, without them having to say anything about it to me. And what I read was, they were feeling burnt out by this dungeon. Now, that’s not a criticism of Mirrors or Ryan at all. Allow me to explain.

Alignment May Vary, the name our group has come up with to describe our overall adventures, is now heading towards its fourth full year of gaming (October 2020 will mark the occasion). We are in the ninth chapter of a game spanning over a dozen player characters. This is post 83 you’re reading! We have so much material and story that I’ve started building an encyclopedia to track names and personas, and a timeline to track events that stretch back to the dawn of time.

What I’m trying to say is that AMV has a ton of history and story behind it and built into it. That narrative now drives the game forward and my long term players are looking for that story now. There’s been a few sessions without a real narrative as they have been stuck in Esheballa’s game, and I can feel them starting to drift. This is a dungeon crawl and as such, focused heavily on survival and the gameplay. The story is taking a back seat, and that’s not what my players want right now, especially in such a late chapter of the story. I have story prepared for them, but I was planning on holding it back for a few more chambers. Now I’m seeing I need to push that forward.

Along those same lines, my players are very dedicated to their characters. Morgan is playing Imoaza, a Yuan Ti who’s own daughter has been trying to kill her this entire time and now just joined the party as her dedicated follower; Tyler’s got Milosh, with this deep backstory tied into the Surveyors and a prophecy that’s being built up for the end of the game; even Carrick, who just died to a Lich, has built up so much history with the game that he doesn’t even die, he ends up back on Faerun in the clone body left for him there! The point is that the players are invested, invested in the characters and in the game. And part of that is good on me: I’ve made sure that every little hook and interest they’ve put out there has somehow been worked into the story. Because of that, if these characters die, it is going to have an impact. The players want it to be meaningful if they die. And it is one thing to die in service to the story, to the narrative; to die fighting for a cause that is integral to that plot. That’s dying in the line of duty. But to die in the madhouse dungeon of a Chaotic Demon Lord, in a dungeon that is clearly designed as a death trap? That kind of death is meant for quickly built on the fly characters intended to be put through such a run. Much as we did years ago with Tomb of Horrors. And to be fair, Ryan even says that in the into to Mirrors. That his warning didn’t stop me is testament to how much I felt his campaign was the perfect, best, simulation of the Abyss I would ever find. My players were going to the Abyss, so I was going to run Mirrors. It was that simple. But now we’re deep enough in it that I have to ask myself, do we need to finish all of it? Or have we done enough to get across the point and feel of the Abyss?

Only one player isn’t dedicated to his character in this way, and that’s the player who has come on to take over Daymos, the only time we’ve had a fourth player in this game. But we’ll come back to that.

Noticing these things, I decide we need to move back towards the planned narrative and away from doing any more of Esheballa’s chambers. I also realize my players won’t appreciate having the Sea Monkey fight thrown at them. It is a nice tactical fight, but it asks for players to (a) meta-game a bit in order to take the best tactical actions to win and (b) to be willing to risk dying to win. Neither of those things are going to appeal to my players, for the reasons stated above. So I decide to skip this fight and instead use the Sea Monkeys to drive us into the next bit of the plot. My players know from the book they found in the Library that there is a secret path along the fossil wall at the beach that leads to... something. I know they plan on taking this, so I do some quick moving of things around and get ready to give them a heck of a session, one that will launch them right back into the story in a big way.

I don’t count on Daymos having his own plans.

Lending a Hand

The temple is an odd space, even for her. The left, right and front walls are merely tightly spaced columns, with the gaps open to the outside. The space between these 50 ft. tall columns is tight (about 9 inches) and curtained in slimy seaweed. The rear wall backs to the coastal dam and has been relief-carved into a terraced balustrade, with a tunnel in the middle for ocean water to gush in and touch the back side of a central dais. This side that the water kisses is encrusted in barnacles and draped in dripping sea weed. The light is a dank gloom.

There is a statue of Eshebala’s comely maiden form splayed over the back wall that is a little more reminiscent of what you’d expect. The expression on it is more “come hither” than beseechment, and at 40 ft., it truly looms over the space. While her right hand cups herself lewdly, her left hand is outstretched for some kind of offering.

This is where things start to go wrong, in a way that will delay us in moving on this session and will increase frustrations of the players.

The purpose of the Temple in Mirrors is to serve as a battleground for the Sea Monkey fight. The Statue of Esheballa comes to life during the fight and also attacks the players. And there is a strange seaweed all over the temple as well that tries to envelop players.

I’ve made the last minute decision to cut most of this from this session, in an attempt to keep us moving forward and avoid a long, possibly deadly fight. But there are some things I keep. The Statue can bless players if they give it a proper offering (it “eats” them, or at least teleports the offerings through its mouth to a secret treasure hoard underneath the temple). The seaweed they end up fighting when Milosh goes exploring around the temple, in a brief but fun fight where Daymos gets inventive with Fire Wall and uses it to cut the seaweed monster in half.

But Daymos’ player also has a tendency to like to touch everything in an adventure, to see what everything does. And he likes to push the boundaries of the game. This is how they ended up fighting the lich last time: without his prodding, the rest of the group, far more cautious than him, would never have made the decision to awaken the Lich.

So Daymos tries to figure out what to do with this Statue. He caresses it. He rubs against it. He cups its breast. He wants it to do something! Finally he starts to figure out that it wants an offering. And so he encourages Milosh’s player, who is normally extremely cautious, to offer the Statue his gun arm. The Mega-Man inspired arm that is his huge magical weapon that grows with him as he levels and I keep upgrading for him.

The book is pretty clear about what happens to anything offered. The Gun Arm is taken. The Statue CRUSHES it in her hands and then eats it. It disappears. It goes away. It is gone forever. Milosh is left without the weapon that defines his character. Furthermore, I had told him at the start of Mirrors that I would hide little secret upgrades for the Gunarm all around the chambers and if he could find them, I’d give him big power boosts for the arm. He was very excited and interested in this and now, in one move, his arm is gone. Daymos’ player thinks it’s hilarious. I can see the look on Milosh’s player’s face, though, and it is not a jovial one. This crushes him. It pisses him off. It isn’t fun for him.

And honestly, it’s not a choice he would have made without being pushed into it by Daymos’ player. This is when I start to realize that this player is playing a different game than the others. Most of the team is here to play a story, to play characters they care about. He is here to play around in the world, test the boundaries of that world, and do crazy shit and who cares if Daymos gets killed in the process? This is actually confirmed a few minutes later when, while carelessly trying to see if he can get underneath the temple through a secret water passage, Daymos is dragged out to sea and eaten by a Kraken.

Now, when bad shit happens in my games, I always try to weave it back into the narrative. So for Milosh’s arm, I straight up tell the player, “do not worry, the arm is not gone forever. You will get it back. And what’s more (I invent this on the spot) you have found a big upgrade by doing this! You just have to find out where the arm went and find a way to reforge it.” With those words, that situation is saved. The player is back in the game and now has a new goal: locate the arm! He’s still a little frustrated, I can tell, but now he has a reason to keep playing and stay invested in this awesome character he’s created. Furthermore, he decides he needs a weapon until he gets his gunarm back, so he attunes to a demonic sword they took from the Marilith they killed last session and the sword turns out to house the very demon that ate Tyrion’s soul in Chapter 4. A bit of Tyrion is still in here, too, and the sword has the power to grant Milosh Bardic inspiration by singing him Tyrion’s old songs. It also is a +3 magic weapon with the power to steal critical hits from enemies, and is known as Illrastayne, the sword of Envy. Milosh’s player immediately latches onto the narrative threads and begins to think of ways for Milosh to be affected by this new demonic power he’s making use of.

I try to do the same thing for Daymos. I use some rules from Mirrors to have him come back as a poltergeist and he is able to possess Whisper, the Quasit that was following him around. I also use the opportunity to build on Daymos’ story. For the Kraken that swallows him turns out to be the very Kraken that he once controlled, back in Chapter 2 and 3 of our adventure. And also the Kraken that ate Reeves Sar Testain. And it turns out, a bit of Reeves Sar Testain is still here, and he follows Daymos into the Quasit, talking with him in his mind. But Daymos’ player isn’t really interested in any of that. He confesses to me later that he finds this whole bit boring because he wasn’t able to find the treasure. His favorite part, he says, was Milosh losing his arm.

This highlights the different levels of investment from the players. AMV can be a lot to delve into, I know that. With so much history behind it, it can feel intimidating. When Carrick joined the party, I was worried it would be hard for him to tap into the story, but he was so open to everything that pretty quickly I was able to throw him a couple curve balls (the whole surveyor plotline) and he ran with it, building a unique personality and working everything into a really interesting character. Now it’s tough to remember that we played for two years without him at the table!

For Daymos’ player, I know he enjoys clever thinking and winning combats. My hope was that Mirrors, with its emphasis on those two things, would excite and interest him and give him an in to feel like he was a part of the party and start building up Daymos (or a new character if he didn’t want to play Daymos) into his own creation and make him a part of the story. But this doesn’t happen.

It’s fine. Things aren’t always perfect at a table. But the discord is palpable during this session and it takes an effort not to be derailed. I’m flustered a bit myself, I have to admit! I didn’t expect any of this and I’m having to change big things on the fly to pull together the session. So my descriptions are a bit off, I forget to draw a map of the area, and I fudge some things, leading to some confusion that further frustrates everyone. It’s not as bad as I’m making it sound, really, but it is not our smoothest session and I decide that we need to cover some ground and end on a high note.

The latter part of the session is spent fixing the first half by giving the players hooks to get them back into the game. I hurry the players along, out of the temple, chased by Sea Monkeys, along the fossil wall where they are attacked by the Kraken and through a scene wherein Milosh falls into the ocean and escapes by swimming through a hidden passage to end up in the treasure hoard below the temple, where he reclaims his broken gunarm and befriends a lone Sea Monkey, who shows him a secret passage out of the treasure hoard. The party joins back together on the other side of the fossil wall, where they realize something is wrong. The world around them is... not right. Nothing quite looks right, the sky is frozen, the sea is moving at strange speeds, and a fog is settling in all around them, beyond which the only thing they can see is a lighthouse.

“We’ve broken out of bounds,” Ruz tells them all, wondering the whole time what madness he has gotten himself into. “We’ve left the game.”

“That’s all well and good,” Daymos chitters in his small Quasit voice. “But where have we ended up, if we’re not in the game anymore?”

Where, indeed? We’ll find out next time, in The City of Lies.

#Mirrors of the abyss #Dungeons and Dragons #5e #DND #D&D

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Zoo 3x08

♫ If you’re looking for truth, don’t come looking for me ♫

-- Echosmith, “Safest Place”

And if you are looking for me, I will be over here playing Mitch's new theme song on repeat while you read.

But first:

WELL ALL RIGHT THEN. Abigail found the secret passcode to earning my wrath, and it's called "emotionally torturing Jackson about his family and failure to save them and/or being responsible for their deaths" (LISTEN ZOO I know you don't know this but I am still pretty emotionally compromised about The O.C. and Ryan's savior complex and the number it did on his head after a certain fiery car accident of his own, so I don't think now is the best time to prod this wound.)

I'm not saying I can't use this footage of Jackson strung up by his wrists, or that I didn't feast like a tiger upon the spoils of said emotional torture, just that.......actually on second thought I can't remember why I came to this review complaining.

(Also wow I really enjoy the part where Jackson started to snap out of Zen mode when he heard she'd compromised Mitch, and him desperately trying to talk Mitch out of Duncan mode. I still do not know quite how to articulate what it is that delights me about their relationship to each other, but Jackson's side of it was on full display)

Alpha Ship

Keep you far, keep you far from what I know You'll be fine, you'll be fine, just don't look closely now

First of all,

"Aunt Jamie can't really hold her liquor" OMG. I'll take "things that definitely still happen in the AU where Mitch and Jamie had a life together" for $200, Alex. (that quote in some context, at least. maybe not the two-man abduction carry)

Anyway I am just gonna be over here making high pitched squeals about Mitch smoothing her hair out of her face and everything else about these 4 seconds before Max starts talking, because I kinda feel like this is as close to an aftermath-of-rescue with them in these positions as we're going to get this year, and I would like to to wring every drop of visible Caring I can out of it.

"If the team finds out what I've done, I will lose everything. I'll lose Clem -- Jamie -- everything."

Well that hurt me good and deep. Can someone please call all the ambulances? My heart is under attack.

He has a fair point to be worried about: even if they understand, how would they in good conscience be able to keep him around if they don't know what he can do as Mr. Duncan, or how Mr. Duncan takes over? How can they be sure of their own safety alone with him, given how the biodrive might affect things?

On bright side: I forgot I had seen the kiss in this episode early, so that was a bolt out of the blue of PURE UNADULTERATED SHIPPY JOY when my eyeballs encountered it after seeing the context of Mitch being Sketchy As Heck and deserving none of Jamie's wholly sincere reassurance*, but desperate for it anyway. I choose to believe he was on the verge of spilling the beans at that point, but maybe not quite all the way there until the kiss sealed it.

*you are hereby forgiven for the Reiden Tower lies

Morgan & Morgan

I love Squirrelly!Mitch and I loved everything about him and Max working together and accidentally almost having some heart to hearts. Especially Max The Number One Mitch/Jamie Shipper giving him advice that Mitch actually takes about coming clean (or tries to take; thanks for being both the solution to and the cause of all our ship problems today, Max!).

The temporary blindness side effect was my favorite part, especially his insistence on hiding it when Jamie needed an actual airplane-crashing scenario to be distracted enough for only moderate concern at his short-circuiting and Max's oddly eager intervention (honestly, at a certain point he might as well have been hopping along singing "We're off on a secret mission!"). I enjoyed the humorous elements, but would not have opposed a multi-episode arc for the more serious, if this show had made room for it.

Bizarro Alpha Ship

Lies unfolding, cover your eyes

I've remained pretty neutral on the whole Duncan Reveal thing, and I think the reason is: listen, if you want to give me two Billy Burke characters at the same time on one show, then that... well, let's just say this is a fair imitation of the list of Billy Burke characters I have scoured the far corners of the internet, libraries and streaming video sites to enjoy.

But. THE ENDING. 100% agree with empress-of-snark's assessment:

I’ve never really wanted to see one of my otp’s beating each other up, but like…. I get it now. There was something immensely satisfying about seeing Jamie elbowing/kicking Mitch in the face, and I don’t understand but I enjoyed it (probably cause it wasn’t really him technically, but).

I also really enjoy when he first turns around with that eerie, dead-eyed stare (oh hey Gary Matheson redux) and she realizes who he is. This is ONE thing I'll admit sci fi does well -- the mind control / body takeover trope. I delighted in this exact same thing once on Under the Dome’s third season. There is nothing more chilling than seeing a character you would have sworn on your life would never harm their significant other be prepared to do exactly that, with no off switch. It's a much better experience as a viewer to know that it’s beyond their control than to find out they are actually human monsters, though.

And it's an even better experience when Jamie just steamrollers over any unhelpful emotions she's about to have with the steely resolve of Fine, It's A Beautiful Day To Kick Your Ass, and suddenly I'm wondering how low-prole it would be to edit and remix this fight with a subtle backing of "Move, Bitch." (why is the chorus of this song always relevant to my interests)

In other words: all fear and trust and betrayal issues can take a backseat for now because Jamie has one job right now, and I love that she has enough confidence and skill to know she can go through him if she has to.

Odds and Ends

I sat through Logan's entire waste of screen time in order not to lose my understanding-the-plot momentum, and so far I regret that decision.

Okay fine the Kenyatta family spooning was pretty adorbs.

Max trying to use the L word = aces

Out of all of AI Logan's comments, "I have an unfortunate announcement" is my very favorite. I want to use that all the time. Why isn't easy embedding of sound clips a thing.

Jackson attempting to strangle Abigail with his legs? Kinda workin' for me.

I think my favorite thing about Max and the Summoning Rod is that it's very much like the things Mitch ran Jackson through last year. Not so fun to be the guinea pig getting told to buck up, is it?

Should it concern me that I didn't even realize Clem was absent (off in Tankland) until they mentioned her?

Overall: minus Logan's non-AI scenes, WHAT A FUN AND WILD RIDE THIS WAS. By far the highest quality-per-minute density of the season for me. Superb sister episode to Howler Sloth.

I've had so much fun skipping back through it and watching the characters run around*, I keep legit forgetting the plane is going crazy because there is an octopus with snake legs (or something) they had to hack to death. There is so much IN this episode I can't possibly cover it all. It feels like lasted 900 years in a good way.

*or in the Morgans' case, sometimes, remain calm and blissfully unaware while the women nearly die following the Bitches Get Stuff Done model; the juxtaposition between the two drastically different panic levels cracks me up every time.

I have already watched a few minutes into episode 9 because that was a WTF cliffhanger, but I think this is as far as I am gonna get before next new episode.

#cbs zoo comeback project #I kept thinking of more things I was happy about so it got long #honestly I could write more if I had the time and maybe gifsets to split it between

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Joe’s Weather World: Easing through summer (WED-7/24)

Happy Wednesday…with another very comfortable start in the KC area this morning. Unlike yesterday when we briefly touched 57° to tie a previous record low…today we missed it by a couple of degrees. The record stands at 57° set back in 2004. The forecast is overall a dry one through the weekend…but there are small chances of some rain drops out there later tomorrow or tomorrow night. The pattern for now is that we’re in NW flow and that means we need to watch for little disturbances coming down in that flow from the NW>SE. Sometimes they aren’t modeled well…and sometimes they can create little showers or sprinkles.

Forecast:

Today: Some morning clouds but otherwise mostly sunny and mild with highs 80-85°

Tonight: Fair skies and pleasant with lows 60-65°

Thursday: Partly sunny with an outside chance that some light showers or sprinkles pop up somewhere out there. Highs near 85°

Friday: Mostly sunny and warmer with highs close to 85°

Discussion:

These last few days have been marvelous and today overall will be about the same. The main relief…temperatures and especially dew points are most welcome for this time year especially.

Dew points above 65° are typical…and above 70° aren’t that unusual…above 75° catches your attention.

Dew points in the 50s in late July is pretty unusual. Here is the 7AM surface map…

Dew points in most areas are in the upper 50s to near 60°

High pressure has moved into the Plains…

Compared to average though at 8AM…we’re still sitting pretty.

Air around a surface high circulates in a clockwise manner and blows away from higher pressure. Things are moving slowly so that this air mass is sort of just recirculating across the region right now. So the air isn’t getting too modified too quickly.

That means we’re just recirculating the same nice air…and when we broaden out the view to see the dew points across a wider area…

Again remember IF you have dew points in the 60-65° range…that is really pretty OK for late July..even the folks down in Dixie are enjoying this nice air as well compared to what things are typically like!

Where are the dew points higher? How about in the deserts of AZ.

This is some monsoonal moisture that has worked it’s way into south central AZ.

There have been some storms out there, especially in the more mountainous terrain. I’ve spent some time time talking about the fire burning north of Flagstaff in northern AZ. Yesterday I showed a fascinating timelapse of what happens when a fire is hit by a heavy thunderstorm and how it reacted to the rain that fell.

#MuseumFire Evening Update July 23, 2019 pic.twitter.com/mry80Le5Z1

— Arizona News (@ArizonaNewsnet) July 24, 2019

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Just for the heck of it, here's the #MuseumFire near #Flagstaff via Sentinel-2 satellite, taken 7/22/2019 18:24 UTC (False color/Urban image). Footprint of the fire is outdated. pic.twitter.com/AmGnrFPrfA

— AI6YR (@ai6yrham) July 24, 2019

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The thunderstorm brought so much rain so quickly that there was flash flooding in the area. What the concern is is that the fire has burning through vegetation and has left a “burn scar” on the land. When the rain falls you have tremendous runoff, there’s nothing that gets absorbed so you get flooding. So while the fire was burning you also have flash flood warnings and sand bagging operations happening to try to avoid the flooding issues. Crazy.

This was amazing to watch #azwx #azfamily pic.twitter.com/OVloDCsgPA

— Royal Norman (@royalnorman) July 24, 2019

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I would imagine though it was mostly welcome up there.

So far the overall fire season in the western US seems like it’s not starting off too crazy. There was a lot of moisture out there this winter…and now that things have dried out there are concerns about what happens down the road with human/lightning caused fires in the western third of the US.

While is seems things are going OK out in the western US (for now)…look what’s happening in AK.

#SuomiNPP continues to keep an eye on one of the worst wildfire seasons in Alaska. Over 2 million acres have burned so far. The 2 largest fires, Hess Creek and Chalkyitsik, can be seen in the far left and far right of this S-NPP image. More here: https://t.co/6g4zcZokfs pic.twitter.com/V3nr8axegI

— Joint Polar Satellite System (JPSS) (@JPSSProgram) July 24, 2019

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AK has been crazy warm (for them) all year long.

On the other side of the country 2 tornadoes hit the Cape Cod area yesterday including this dramatic video of a motel losing it’s roof from the strong winds. Wow!

Wow – incredible video of today's tornado from West Yarmouth. #nbcct pic.twitter.com/zJElc9At2h

— Ryan Hanrahan (@ryanhanrahan) July 23, 2019

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and on the other side of the Atlantic intense and potentially deadly heat continues in Europe. More all time record highs were set there yesterday and more may happen over the next few hours today. The temperature anomalies (up at about 5,000 feet) are pretty impressive in that part of the world. Remember most don’t have air conditioning there.

#France set new temperature records on Tuesday as temperatures topped 40°C. Many more heat records are expected in the next 2 days in countries including France, Germany, Belgium, NL, and possibly UK, during Europe's 2nd intense #heatwave of the year.#ClimateChange pic.twitter.com/PoAM3h4Ku3

— WMO | OMM (@WMO) July 24, 2019

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Second blast of intense heat on the way tomorrow across parts of Europe. Here's the current records v forecasted highs:

Netherlands: 38.6 / 40C

Belgium: 38.6 / 40C

Luxembourg: 37.9 / 40C

Germany: 40.3 / 40C

France: 46 / 40C#ClimateChange pic.twitter.com/zIGS8AIATt

— Steffan Griffiths (@SteffGriff) July 24, 2019

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This is their 2nd major heat wave this summer. Some relief comes over the next few days (especially over the weekend) for a pretty decent swath of western Europe at least.

Well I think I’ve covered a lot of bases and a lot of terrain! I want to give you a heads up that I’ll be taking my annual golf vacation/trip to Arizona starting Saturday. So odds are there won’t be blogs for about 10 days or so. I’ll get another one or two done this week before I leave though.

Our feature photo comes from Lesa Wardrip‎

Joe

from FOX 4 Kansas City WDAF-TV | News, Weather, Sports https://fox4kc.com/2019/07/24/joes-weather-world-easing-through-summer-wed-7-24/

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scrapyardboyfriends · 7 years

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30 May 2017

[Home Farm with Lawrence, Ronnie and Chrissie]

LAWRENCE: *Squeak* *Squeak* Hear that, Ronnie? It’s the sound of this rusty old Plot that everyone is tired of! I mean...It’s the sound of fond memories from the girls’ childhood. Look at this rocking horse that will never be relevant again after this scene!

RONNIE: So...why are we looking at it then? Pretty sure the audience doesn’t care. I’m laughing but I’m pretty sure I don’t care either. And it will be a fair few years before this PlotBaby is old enough to ride on it, Larry.

LAWRENCE: Because, Ronnie! It’s the perfect prop to be able to tell a story about Rebecca learning to play the victim. You see, she used to pretend she was riding on a horse through an enchanted forest and Chrissie was a troll who would jump out and scare poor victim Rebecca and then she would need to be nursed back to health. It was the very early stages of her learning to blame everyone else for her problems.

RONNIE: Hmm...yeah...not touching that one. I can’t believe the Plot wants you to tell this story. Is it suppose to be so blatantly obvious?

LAWRENCE: *Shrug* - the good old days -

CHRISSIE: What is that thing doing here?

LAWRENCE: Oh it was just lying around in one of the eleven bedrooms that we don’t use. It’s also a Plot Point to use to tell you I’m going to the hospital to see Rebecca later.

CHRISSIE: You don’t say. I know absolutely nothing about what might happen when you get there.

LAWRENCE: I suspect nothing yet. Oh...I know...sit on the irrelevant rocking horse!

CHRISSIE: Hmm...yeah...no.

[The Cafe with Aaron, Bob and Carly]

BOB: *To Carly* Blah Blah Blah...other storyline….Blah Blah Blah...it would be nice if you smiled. *To Aaron* Seems like they’re in short supply around here.

AARON: You what? Can't a guy just scowl in peace and quiet in the background of a scene where someone else is stressing about their own Plot issues? This is the only time I get to have a proper think about the Plot and formulate my own feelings without someone trying to shove thoughts in my head and words in my mouth that don’t totally makes sense. Plus! I still don’t know where the toaster is at the Mill, so I needed to get my fix for the day. Don’t look at me like that! I like toast!

[Home Farm with Lawrence, Ronnie and Chrissie]

LAWRENCE: SOMETHING’S HAPPENED TO THE PLOT! SOMETHING’S CHANGED! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO REBECCA, CHRISSIE? HUH? WHAT DID YOU SAY WHEN WE WERE ALL CONVENIENTLY MOVED OFF SCREEN?

CHRISSIE: *Unconvincing Lie Alert* *Stutters for effect* I have no idea what you’re talking about! Whatever has happened to my dear Plot Device of a sister?

LAWRENCE: She’s up and left! Left us to deal with the Plot ourselves! Except with this block storytelling it probably means we’ll be shoved off screen now. Well...there’s always that future serial killer of a son of yours that might drag us into a new Plot.

CHRISSIE: *Unconvincing Lie Alert* *Stutters for effect* I’m as shocked as you are! Honest!

LAWRENCE: *Wants to murder the Plot Face*

[The Woolpack with Robert, Chrissie, Victoria, Lawrence and Ronnie]

*Lawrence and Ronnie walk into the back room*

LAWRENCE: *Wants to murder the Plot and Robert Sugden Face*

CHRISSIE: Wouldn’t you like to know what that was about!

ROBERT: I would as it happens. I assume this is about Rebecca. The Plot’s been wearing me down and it’s decided I almost care for the moment. Is she okay?

CHRISSIE: You’ll find out, when the Plot deems it appropriate.

ROBERT: *Stands* The Plot wants me to know now, apparently.

CHRISSIE: Yes, she’s fine. Tell the Plot to chill out. She’s just gone away for a bit. They thought her Plot Friend Victoria might know where she was. I have no idea why?

ROBERT: *Confused Face* Wasn’t she in hospital? (Ryan Hawley Should Do Audiobooks Subset of the Fandom: He said “hospital”! *Swoon*)

CHRISSIE: She was just gone when Dad when to visit her.

ROBERT: But you know where she is don’t you?

CHRISSIE: *Unconvincing Lie Alert* No I don’t.

ROBERT: Stop lying, you liar! I know you too well. You managed to convince your dad though so the Plot could allow us to have this exchange. People have missed our dynamic.

CHRISSIE: Only some of them, so I’m not talking to you anymore. None of this part of the Plot is any of your business.

ROBERT: This is definitely my business. I’ve missed our verbal sparring and I’m totally not done yet. This is the most fun I’m going to get to have today until I get some off screen time with my husband later.

CHRISSIE: *Failing at lying to Robert Alert* She doesn’t want anything to do with you.

ROBERT: *Having fun manipulating without consequences Face* That’s not what she told me.

CHRISSIE: When? I’m sure I would know about it. *I’ve missed our dynamic so much Face*

ROBERT: On the phone.

CHRISSIE: You’re bluffing. I know you too well too.

ROBERT: *Cute Eyebrow Raise*

CHRISSIE: *Failing at lying to Robert Alert* You’re the reason she’s not here. You will never see that child. (Fandom: Is that a promise? Don’t make promises you can’t keep.)

*Lawrence, Ronnie and Victoria walk out*

LAWRENCE: *Wants to murder the Plot and Robert Sugden Face*

ROBERT: Hey Lawrence! Chrissie knows all about this latest Plot development.

CHRISSIE: Do not!

ROBERT: Rebecca left so I can’t have anything to do with the baby. Internally, I’m thrilled about this! Externally, I’m enjoying playing the hell out of my ex wife. Don’t look at me like that Chrissie. You totally just admitted it. Now...admit that I’m the master!

CHRISSIE: *Don’t push your luck Face*

LAWRENCE: *Wants to murder the Plot and Robert Sugden Face* - yeah, no, still. It’s now my face’s default setting -

[Home Farm with Lawrence and Chrissie]

LAWRENCE: *Leaving a voicemail* Please come home Rebecca. This Plot can’t move forward until you return.

CHRISSIE: You can’t just make a phone call to get her back. That’s not how this works.

LAWRENCE: You lied to me!

CHRISSIE: I didn’t want to lie. The Plot made me, via Rebecca. It wasn’t my idea!

LAWRENCE: Oh, please! You wanted her to leave just as much as the fans. Don’t deny it. You just wanted all the scenes with Robert to yourself!

CHRISSIE: You’re one to talk, Dad. Don’t think Ronnie didn’t fill me in on your bit of manhandling yesterday!

[The Woolpack with Aaron, Paddy and Marlon]

PADDY: Blah Blah Blah...other storyline involving an ex that’s hanging around that probably wants to get back together with the person they were once with and is totally causing the person in the current relationship a lot of stress and paranoia...it has absolutely no similarities to other Plots that may be happening simultaneously that the two people in this scene should probably care about...Blah Blah Blah

*Aaron walks in*

PADDY: Tell him Aaron! Tell him to take risks and follow his heart like you did in that relationship I totally a hundred percent support!

AARON: Are you kidding me? First of all, this is the second time today someone has tried to drag me into this particular Plot and I’m sick of it. Just leave me to my background scowling. Second, and this is the big one, surrogate father, shouldn’t you...I don’t know...CARE ABOUT MY PLOT! At least a little bit? I mean, honestly Patrick! You were literally sitting with me on my flipping wedding day calling my husband Mr. Shifty and asking me if I really loved him. You, and Marlon, Dingle representative, were both present on Monday when the Plot had Chrissie shouting it about the pub that Rebecca’s pregnant with Robert’s child and neither one of you react AT ALL?!? Paddy, this is finally you’re big chance to get in your ‘I told you so’ and instead you’re using my miserable situation of a Plot to tell your best mate to take a risk and follow his heart?!? Flippin’ heck! Just because we’re not in the same storyline and just because the last cheating Plot one of us was involved in ruined our relationship, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t at least have a reaction! I know no one really wants to see everyone get all upset at Robert because other than us breaking up or this PlotBaby, the destruction of his hard won relationships with my family were one of their biggest fears. But I mean what was the point of all that on Monday if literally NO ONE CARES! ….Sorry...I’m having a rough day.

PADDY: No...we’re sorry Aaron. The Plot wouldn’t let us interfere, but you’re right, that’s hardly an excuse. I do care. I hope I get to show you again someday. And I did tell you so, but I’m glad you’re doing the mature thing and trying to work things out...instead of you know...staging a sit in in his house or something...which would be impossible because you live together...and work together...you know this sounded way better in my head.

MARLON: I’m sorry too Aaron. I’ve always had my own issues with Robert, so I really should have some kind of awkwardly quippy comment to make. I’m sorry I’ve let you down.

AARON: Yeah...whatever...gonna go back to my scowling and being conflicted in the background now.

MARLON: Great! So...Blah Blah Blah...other storyline….Blah Blah Blah!

[The Woolpack with Robert, Aaron and Victoria]

VICTORIA: Rebecca’s vanished!

AARON: Since when? And Vic, did you just get through a sentence without saying the word ‘Baby’?

VICTORIA: Rebecca is Baby adjacent so it’s okay.

ROBERT: She’s checked out and gone.

VICTORIA: No one knows where.

ROBERT: Well...Chrissie does. I know her too well so I know she’s totally lying.

AARON: Right...so...what are you going to do? I mean whatever you want to do is fine with me.

ROBERT: No, Aaron, whatever you want to do is fine with me because I’m not going to lose you over this.

AARON: No, Robert, I want to do what you want to do.

ROBERT: Aaron, we’ve been over this, I’ll do anything for you.

AARON: How long are we going to do this for?

ROBERT: I think that’s enough of a display of our codependency for today. The more I think about this whole #StupidSituation the more I think...let her go. It’s for the best. #Relatable #SpeakingForTheFandom

AARON: *Confused and Conflicted Face*

VICTORIA: *Confused and still wanting to talk about the Baby Face*

[Home Farm with Lawrence and Chrissie]

LAWRENCE: *Wants to murder the Plot Face*

CHRISSIE: Have you heard anything?

LAWRENCE: Of course not! You think we’re ever going to get any clear answers in this Plot. Now...tell me you weren’t happy to get rid of her?

CHRISSIE: Well I mean I have been in the past but this time, honest, I wanted her to stay. With her leaving, this Plot is just going to be stuck until she comes back.

LAWRENCE: You still lied to me and I’m going to continue being petty about that.

CHRISSIE: Look...you being petty and angry is what caused her “stress” problems in the first place and put her in hospital. If you keep pushing her, she’s not even going to talk to me anymore and then we’ll never know anything about this Plot!

*Chrissie leaves*

LAWRENCE: *Leaving a voicemail* Look, Rebecca, most of the fans were really thrilled to see you leave and a lot of them are hoping you don’t come back but I meant what I said earlier, this Plot can’t move on until you return. Also...if you could come back and convince the Plot to show you talking to a medical professional, everyone would be thrilled. This is the last time I’ll say it, I promise.

#robron #emmerdale #plotdale #I enjoyed writing Aaron's monogluges

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As much as I'm down for a mature discussion between them (because my God do they need it. How the heck did they even become a couple without the whole 'You tied me to a radiator, waved a gun in my face and tried to kill my dad' conversation?), I have this perverse need for Aaron to throw Robert's words back at him. 'No one else come close, Aaron. It's all in your head, Aaron. It doesn't mean I'm going to cheat. I promise to be faithful.' YES I'M STILL BITTER EMMERDALE IGNORED ALL THESE PROMISES.

aksdjsusksk I DONT ANON RID THAT DEVIL SPEAK FROM YOUR MOUTH DO U WANT ME TO CRY

I mean, in fairness……. ok. Sigh, I feel A Post coming on…

This is tricky. Because on the one hand, yes, Robert did make all of these promises to Aaron that he subsequently broke, thereby completely and swiftly undermining all his previous Good Work (……if you can call it that i mean he did literally kiss her twice just to convince her to betray her nephew like….. robert……… there are other ways lad……..)

But… ok, I think part of this comes back to the reason he slept with Rebecca, which was that he was feeling bitter (Ryan’s word) towards Aaron and because he’s an overdramatic idiot (my words) who inexplicably thought his marriage was over. And because he was steaming drunk (which ties into the overdramatic idiot who thought his marriage was over part of this).

He slept with Rebecca because he knew that doing so would be about the most hurtful thing he could do to Aaron. I’m not going into this whole thing again when I’ve already done it, but… if they hadn’t already spent months arguing about Robert’s ability to be faithful and Aaron doubting Robert’s loyalty, if they hadn’t almost broken up over Aaron’s doubts about Robert, I don’t think that Robert would have pursued Rebecca in the way he did, with the intent of hurting Aaron (which, yes, is my personal interpretation of what happened but also seems to be backed up by what Ryan and Emily have said about it, for the very little that’s worth)

So… not that this is Aaron’s fault by any means, but it came about because this is what would hurt Aaron the most. This was his worst fear. And the root cause of that is… partially these continuing signs of biphobia on Aaron’s part, but also Robert’s very spotty history with fidelity, which he never quite owns up to these days - somewhat understandably, because he’s never had any desire to sleep with someone else in the same way he did when he was with Chrissie and even during the incident™, it wasn’t out of him being the horniest boy on god’s green planet, it was about getting back at Aaron. Like - he still has no secret longing to go out there and have sex with other people, so… he wasn’t lying when he said those things to Aaron by any means and they’re all still true, despite what he did.

Even still - the fact that Aaron has trust issues and is married to someone who historically has used sex to get his own way, has shown no previous desire to be faithful pre-Aaron… I mean, Aaron’s fears make sense. It’s just that… they’re horrible at discussing it calmly? And at the end of the day, nothing Robert said or did was able to make Aaron believe otherwise (which I know we all spent a lot of time talking about back in the day - even if Robert swore a damn blood oath, Aaron ultimately wasn’t going to believe him, because those issues, much as they do come from Robert’s past, run far deeper, which I know Danny was talking about a fair amount in the interviews).

Anyway, I guess what I’m saying is… everything Robert has said does somehow still sort of stand firm, in the sense that he meant it and he still means it, despite his MORONIC actions (and the level of moronic really cannot be stressed enough here), but it would flipping break! my! heart! to see Aaron throw it back in his face, if only because it feels way too layered for them to properly show on screen and I don’t know that the show would be able to do it justice and I’m probably going to be left wanting more 😂😂😂

Even though Aaron 100% deserves to do that and probably will lmao

…..and don’t even get me started on the lodge stuff jfc these useless idiots

#sigh why do i do this #does this even make any sense #tldr: im concerned they won't do it right #lmaooo #emmerdale meta #ed spoilers #ed #answering anons

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fantasticalscholar-blog · 7 years

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Getting Started - Playable Races, Mithra/Miqo’te, and Akadoubutsu!

Now it’s time to populate this gorgeously fun world you’ve created! Final Fantasy normally utilizes Humans to fill most corners of the world and to serve as the leading protagonist; BUT! That does not necessarily have to be the case for your FFD6 campaign! I

In fact, you can choose to include or exclude as many races as your heart desires! Heck! Make new one’s too! I know I ended up doing so for my Eleos campaign and it’s been a lot of fun!

No matter what you choose to do, there is a list of suggested playable races in the FFD6 PDF starting on Page 176. I personally think that this list is a great start, but there are a good handful of other races, or details that the PDF does not cover. As such, I introduce you to one of the biggest topics I’ll be touching on in this Blog: HOME BREW CONTENT (Game and System aspects that are not included in ‘official’ resources for tabletop role playing games!)

I’m not going to share all of the home-brew race content I’ve created just yet, since that’ll just be an absolutely enormous post that’ll take up half your feed. Instead, today, I’ll go ahead and focus on two entries.

I think it should, while PC Races are on the shelve, worth noting that FFD6 does not usually offer bonus Attribute Points or Skill Points (A topic saved for a post in the near future). However, if you are a die hard for adjusting stats and skills due to race, go nuts! I’ve included some suggested scores to improve, but a word of warning; FFD6′s level up system involves improvement of Attribute Points (AP, we’ll abbreviate) at every level, so the bonus would end up being a small push or detriment within only the first few levels.

I’ve also included a Favorable Jobs section to give suggestions to PC’s in case they have no idea what kind of Job, which is the equivalent of classes in FFD6, they want their character to have. With that being said, it is still to your preference and imagination for what Job a character should have. Honestly, some of the craziest combinations make for wonderful character concepts!

So with that in mind, sit back, and maybe consider some of these other fantastic Final Fantasy Races that have appeared in other games (and potential revamps of mentioned races!)

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The Mithra / Miqo’te

Meet the Mithra and Miqo’te, felinesque residents of the Worlds Vana’diel and Eorzea (FF XI and FF XIV). Technically different races, I still see it prudent to lump the two together as their design is essentially the same, and I observe few differences between the two. At the very least, I wish to highlight Mithra as they are discussed as a sub-race of the Viera. I personally like the idea, lore-wise, but I think it’s good to further distinguish the two more.

I’ll keep this brief as there are only a handful of differences between the three races;

Mithra: Sporting cat tails and ears, this race does not stray very far from their description in the manual; the Mithra are heavily dominated by the female sex, as male Mithra have a fairly low birth rate comparatively. Very athletic and nimble, the Mithra are renowned for their tenacity and fierceness in battle. They are fairly conservative when it comes to technology, and are highly tied to their natural roots.

It should be known that if a Mithra, much like Viera, leave their homeland (typically tropical rain forests, deserts, and other tropical biomes), they are most likely to be treated as an alien upon their return. That doesn’t stop most adventurous Mithra, however.

Miqo’te: A sort of human-cat hybrid in appearance, the Miqo’te people are agile, clever, and often quite crafty. Whereas the Mithra are incredibly tied to nature and their clans, Miqo’te are loners for the most part, and are typically territorial to others around them (not in the least, other Miqo’te!).

It should not be surprising at all that Miqo’te are the kind of people to become wanderers. Cats very much so do what they want, and I think it’s fair to say that Miqo’te can embody this sort of fickle nature seen in many of our feline friends. But in the same breath, the phrase, ‘If I fits, I sits’ is also not that bad of a Philosophy for the Miqo’te, as it would only make sense that city life can be a good break from the hustle and bustle of adventure.

[Average Attributes]

Typical Height: 1.6 - 1.8 m / 5′ 2″-5′9 [Males and Females Similar]

Typical Weight: 49 - 66 kg / 107.8 - 145.2 lbs. [Males and Females Similar]

Hair Color Ideas: Reds, tawny, blacks, grey

Eye Color Ideas:

Mithra: Reds, Golds, Silvers

Miqo’te: Blues, Greens, Yellows

Lifespan Suggestions:

Child-Adolescent: 8-17 Years Old

Young Adult - Adulthood: 18-90 Years Old

Older Adults: 91 - 180 Years Old

Suggested Attribute and Skill Bonuses (If Applicable):

+2 Dex, (-1 RES)

+2 Thievery, +2 Nature, +2 Lore: Cities

Ideas for Favorable Jobs:

Mithra Females:

Warrior - For the strong willed and fierce, may work with tribe in squads.

Geomancer - For the spiritual leaders of tribes, may even be the Matriarchs.

Ranger - For the loner and marksman, also make for good hunters.

Mithra Males

Geomancer - A good, spiritualistic class to gain favor in the eyes of female compatriots in the tribe.

Thief - For those who have literally gone rogue and abandoned their tribe, and entered human society.

Entertainer - For the light hearted wanderer, and one who was tasked with music or poetry within the tribe.

Miqo’te

Theif - Light on their feet and quite possessive, good for the mischievous.

Gambler - For the fickle of heart and cocky. Besides; Black Cat with gambling powers anyone?

Dragoon - With incredible reflexes and jumping power, Cat Dragons are totally in this season.

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Akadoubutsu

The next race I’d like to introduce is, as I will dub them, the Akadobutsu (Ah-kah-doe-boot-sue). Though there is no official name for the race, the Akadobutsu first were introduced in FFVII where the main party encountered and was joined by one of these beings named Nanaki (pictured above).

The Akadobutsu are a sentient race, capable of learning and speaking the Common languages of the world, and are known to be highly intelligent. As many of the other animal like species in the worlds of Final Fantasy, the Akadobutsu are known to function in groups of tribes, often residing in areas of great spiritual importance. It is also known that, in their appearance of FFVII, a flame was kept at the center of the Akadobutsu settlement, which may hold some significance to the eternal flame that burns at the end of their tails. Depending on the setting of your FFD6 campaign, the GM and the player of a Akadobutsu PC can determine if this is significant.

The Akadobutsu are known to be incredibly tied to the natural world, and are very in tune with the condition of the world. This strong bond has manifested itself in a way that many Akadobutsu are mistrusting of large civilizations, and even more so of incredibly advanced technology that can damage the environment. Furthermore, such close connections with nature has also shown to increase the magical prowess of the Akadobutsu, though they are known to more so rely on their fangs and claws for weapons.

One last thing to talk about; The Akadobutsu are normally Quadrupeds. This can either limit what weapons they can use, or you can have an explanation as to why the fiery character can wield a 30 pound sub-machine gun. ESP maybe? They are also capable of walking on their hind legs? Do they start with natural weapons with their claws and teeth? Who knows! Make sure to talk to your GM and vice versa to figure out how you can live out your fantasy while playing as an Akadobutsu.

[Average Attributes]

Typical Height: 1.2 - 1.25 m / 3′9″- 4′1″ [Male] 1.0 - 1.05 m / 3′2″ - 3′5″ [Female]

Typical Length: 1.4 -1.5 m / 4′5″- 5′ 0″ [Male] 1.2 - 1.4 m / 4′0″ - 4′5″ [Female]

Typical Weight: 63.5 - 86.2 kg / 140 - 190 lbs. [Male] 52.2 - 77.1 kg / 110 - 170 lbs. [Female]

Fur Color Ideas: Reds, golds, oranges, auburn

Eye Color Ideas: Yellows, Greens, Reds

Lifespan Suggestions:

Child-Adolescent: 20 - 140 Years Old

Young Adult - Adulthood: 140 - 460 Years Old

Older Adults: 460 - 700 Years Old

Suggested Attribute and Skill Bonuses (If Applicable):

+1 DEX, +1 MND, (-1 RES)

+2 Athletics, +2 Nature, +2 Lore: Religion

Ideas for Favorable Jobs::

Geomancer: To be so attuned to the world around them, Akadobutsu would make for excellent candidates to unleash the power of nature on those that wish it harm.

Dark Knight: A particularly tragic hero of the Akadobutsu could go rogue, harnessing the powers of darkness after witnessing the destruction caused to that which was considered sacred.

Samurai: For an enigmatic, lone wolf of a character, to choose to be a Samurai allows Akadobutsu to uphold and fight with honor though they have left their respective tribes.

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Well now! That took me awhile!

After several sessions of adding info and researching, I present to you a start on races! I’ll again suggest glancing at Chapter 6 in the PDF (it starts on Page 174), and from there you can glance at the provided list of races and the worlds they normally inhabit!

I hope that now you can start feeling comfortable with the sense of freedom FFD6 offers, and if you are eager to unleash your imagination, that you go for it full throttle!

If you see grammar mistakes, contradictions, mathematical miscalculations, have observations, or suggestions, please let me know! With this mention of AP (Attribute Points) and SP (Skill Points) this time around, you can expect a character creation post just around the corner! Is it weird to abbreviate those, or should I just type them out? FIRST HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT QUESTION!

Anyways; thank you for your time and your interest. I hope you have a wonderful evening, and enjoy the approach of summer and last hurrahs of spring!!! ~ Ryan

- Lots of credit this time!

Thank you KuraudoStrife from the site ‘The Lifestream’ for the image of the races at the top!

Pictures of the Miqo’te found on the consolegames wiki site, where you can find their page and info right here!

Pictures of Nanaki, or Red XIII, and information on his character and race were found on the Final Fantasy Wikia, and you can find this page right here!

The Miqo’te, Mithra, and proclaimed Akadobutsu races were originally conceptualized by the creative teams at Sqaure Enix, and much of the information gleaned for this post comes from the Final Fantasy Wikia and the FFD6 PDF created by ‘Dust’.

#roleplaying #rpg #rp #finalfantasy #ffvii #redxiii #nanaki #mithra #miqo'te #ffxiv #homebrew #tabletop #ffd6 #worldbuilding

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thecurlyflower · 7 years

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TALKS

*She talks.

"I’m a crossbreed organism sharing an opinion. The year is 2017,the place are the United States, NY.It doesn’t matter how long I’ve been staying here, noticed stuff, looked around. I’m just reporting you all what I’ve been witnessed if it is alright with you all, ok? "What the heck have you been seeing?” you are probably wondering. Let’s supposed this whole thing as a letter. To: Black, White, Hispanic, Asian, Jewish, Christian, Islamic, Buddhist, gay, lesbian, asexual, transgender. Am I missing somebody? People who are differently able, people who don’t believe in any God, people who believe in multiple Gods. Am I good? Don’t be so fiscal, you got the point: to the whole diverse world’s members. From: an introvert who has A LOT to say. To: a wonderful audience - how positive I am. Who is listening or reading this might be a motherfucker, but who cares. I’m positive, let’s go on. I’ll be more than happy to share my fearless fairness and flawlessness with you. Those motherfuckers too. XX Message: me, who else? *flip hair I’m an educated young woman, who enjoys listening to Chopin as well as to Alicia Keys - various. I’m an introvert young woman, who believes that sex is a marvellous act of Mother Nature, even if I’ve never made love to anyone - bold I’m still a virgin because I want to be and that’s my choice. I’m not one of those super sexy girls - woah, God Bless those who are, embrace your sexiness please, slay everyday please. Nevertheless, in my shy way I carry an unique sensuality that is really hard to expose, because subtle, gracious and gentle - exclusive. I don’t like being rude, spit on the floor, swearing or saying bad words generally. But I like to be extra when I fucking feel to - outspoken when the moment is lit as fire. I’m not dumb if I’m slow or polite - precious as time. I love dressing up all clean, wearing my polo, having a cup of tea along with biscuits - exactly, biscuits and not american cookies - cocky much? -admiring a Michelangelo painting, reading how Dante survived those days in Hell with Virgil, and going to the theatre enjoying a Tchaikovsky concert - go on, call me preppy or geek, but fyi I love how Frida Kahlo did let those eyebrows grow, and how Rosa Parks firmly said “no” on that Montgomery bus. And damn, did I mention how much I appreciated when a boy comes to me with that Eddie Redmayne attitude and a hint of that Drake swag? Or better, with that Leon Bridges’ voice with a hint of Ryan Gosling’s smoothness? - hopeless dreamer, deeply romantic Me much? Indeed yes, that is me, truly the whole me. I’m a young woman with a tons of interests, with a brain who assimilates anything like a sponge, with an incredible imagination that defeats reality that from time to time sucks. I’m awaken, I believe, I love. I’d love to meet you as well. Who are you? What’s your story? Don’t be that long though, cause I gotta go to that Fellini’s screening in that community hipster movie theatre in Brooklyn, the one very next to that super cute preppy store on the corner - hypothetical ugh?”

*She winks.

#minoubizetmatisse #creative writing #outspoken #dear white people #dear white america #diversity #cosmopolitan

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Happy Birthday Rook!

"Alright, now, this may be the most critical mission we have ever had. 'I', you go get the banners. Ryan, you get the stringers. I'll go collect the orders we placed. Nines, you go pick up the cake. And, the most important part, Clair and 'B', you both distract Rook after she wakes up. Alright, let's start plan 'Happy Birthday Rook'!" Jeremy ends, raising his hand in a cheer as everyone runs off to do their job.

"So Jeremy, Clair and I just need to keep Rook away from here while everyone sets up, right? And try to keep her away from every shop you are all using, correct?"

"Basically, yeah. She is still asleep right now, but when she wakes up, maybe take her to the café she and Clair go to? It's up to you three. Just do your absolute best to keep her away from the base," Jeremy says, giving her a thumbs up before running outside, starting his car and driving away.

"So, Clair, how uh... how are you?" 'B' asks hesitantly. Clair sighs before responding.

"Look, 'B', you don't need to be so, hesitant around me. I honestly don't even know why you are. I'm not that scary, and don't even think I'm going to go after 'I'. I don't go after taken men or women. And besides, every clan member is safe. I wouldn't go after family," Clair says, smiling as she looks softly at 'B'.

"It's not that, but thanks for the reassurance. It's just, I don't know how to fit in. This whole lifestyle, it's completely different to the one I used to have. I can understand all of you. Jeremy and Ryan were in the military practically since birth, Rook was a government hacker, and you infiltrated groups and assassinated targets for the government. Heck, even Nines fits right in, and 'I' was a police officer before joining. But me, I don't fit in anywhere. I'm not a Fallen Angel, for lack of a better phrase," 'B' says, looking down. Clair sighs, before slapping 'B' across the cheek, not hard enough to hurt much, but enough to shock her.

"Look, 'B'. None of us care about whether you fit in or not. We are all family. And besides, you pull your weight in missions. You may still be new to this, but all of us were when we started. And yes, it is a completely different lifestyle. We are on the run from everywhere besides a few places. So I'm sure it is a complete change. But listen, and listen well. We are all here for each other. There are where times when I felt I could only rely on Jeremy, and Rook. I mostly go to Rook for that stuff though, to be honest. And trust me, there will be times when I go to you for help. So don't feel like you are alone. Because we all have each others back. And, sorry for slapping you before," Clair says sheepishly, rubbing her cheek.

"It's fine Clair, don't' worry about it," 'B' replies, laughing.

"Clair has a point 'B'. When I first started, I didn't know much about computers in general. And look at me now, I hack into top secret files just for fun," a new voice pipes up. Clair lets out a small squeal, turning around to come face to face with Rook, standing in the doorway to her room.

"Hey, where are the others?" Rook asks.

"Uhh..." Clair panics, looking towards 'B' for help.

"They all went out. Not sure where though," she answers.

"Oh. Did I miss breakfast then?"

"No, they left before breakfast," Clair says nervously.

"Are you alright Clair? You sound... odd," Rook points out, closing her door as she moves closer.

"Yeah, no I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Say, wanna go get some breakfast at our café? 'B' is gonna join us as well! So it can be the three girls of the FA," Clair suggests, her eyes darting between the other two.

"Yeah, sure. Sounds good. Let me just go get changed and I'll be right out," Rook says, going back into her room, closing the door.

"Wow, you are not good at hiding things Clair," 'B' whispers.

"Normally I'm fine, but this is Rook! I haven't hidden anything from her before!" Clair whisper-shouts back. 'B' sighs in response, just as the door opens and Rook walks back out.

"Alright, ready," she says as she closes her door.

"That was fast. Alright, let's go," Clair says, leading the way towards her car.

"I don't think I've ever ridden in this car before," 'B' says, glancing around the inside as she climbs in.

"It's a nice car, isn't it? Better than Nines', that's for sure," Clair says, chuckling slightly.

"I think Nines has a nice car, but yours is more comfortable Clair," Rooks says from the back seat.

"That's because mine is designed with all the comforts a lady needs in mind. His is just a fast and bullet proof thing on a roll cage," Clair scoffs in mock disgrace.

"Isn't bullet proof good though? I remember when 'I' and I first met him, and a sniper tried to kill us. He forced us in his car and drove off. One of the sniper's bullets hit the windscreen in front of me. If his car wasn't bullet proof I would be dead," 'B' says, tapping on the glass in front of her.

"Well, don't worry. This baby is all bullet proof. I wouldn't be so risky as to drive something that isn't at least armoured," Clair points out, keeping her eyes on the road.

"Well, it's about 10 minutes until we get to the café, so strap in, relax, and listen to some music."

...

"I'll take my usual coffee, a green tea, and... what do you want 'B'?" Clair asks, placing her and Rook's order.

"I'll just have a water, thanks," she mutters to Clair.

"You heard the girl, and one water," Clair finishes, handing over the money as 'B' walks off to sit with Rook.

"So, how often do you both come here?" 'B' asks.

"Well, Clair and I know the owner of this place, so we tend to come here quite often. Whenever we need to get away and talk, in fact," Rook answers. 'B' makes a sound as though she heard it, looking around at all the customers eating, and all the waitresses taking and delivering orders. Her phone dings, and she reads the message before beginning a new conversation.

"Um, feel free not to answer, but how long have you both been in the FA?"

"Oh right, cause you and 'I' have only been here for 6 months, haven't you? Well, Clair has been here longer then myself, but I've been here for 4 years, and I'm only 22. In comparison, Nines joined 3 years ago," Rook says, glancing over her shoulder as the waitress arrives, placing their orders down.

"I joined 6 years ago, along with Ryan. Though, 'joined' is putting it loosely. Ryan, Jeremy and I all worked together a few times, before we found out we all were disgraced from our roles with either the government or military, and so we formed the 'Fallen Angels'," Clair explains, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Wait, you were all disgraced?" 'B' asks in surprise.

"You weren't told? Jeremy and Ryan were dishonourably discharged and blamed for the deaths of their entire team. It was a mission gone wrong, and even though it wasn't their fault, it impacted them horribly. Jeremy has survivors guilt, and Ryan, well, you've seen him. Though to be fair, he was always a bit crazy," Rook explains.

"And I was framed for the death of an important figure, and became hunted. I ended up meeting Jeremy and Ryan and after about a year, well yeah. This happened," Clair finishes.

"Oh, I... never knew this," 'B' says, looking down.

"I'm kinda surprised no one told you, to be honest. But oh well, now you know," Clair shrugged. *ding*. Clair makes a small sound of surprise as she checks her phone.

"Oh, everyone's back. Guess it's time. Finish your drinks quickly girls, it's time to go," Clair says, sculling her still hot coffee. 'B' looks at Clair, and Clair winks back at her. Rook looks between the two, before shrugging and finishing her tea.

"Kinda sucks we have to go already. We just got here," Rook complains as the three girls walk back to the car.

...

"Alright, Rook, stay here," Clair says, inching the door open and slipping inside, shutting the door behind her.

"Do you know why Clair is acting so weird, 'B'?" Rook asks, turning around to her shorter friend.

"I do, yeah. And before you ask, you'll find out soon. Just wait," 'B' says, checking her phone.

"Alright, green light means go." 'B' opens the door, letting Rook walk into the dark room in front of her. 'B' closes the door behind her, plunging the room into complete darkness.

"3, 2, 1." The lights turn on, illuminating the room and showing off the banners, string, and a table full of presents, with a cake placed neatly in the middle.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROOK!" Everyone shouts, popping out from their respective hiding places. Rook stands, silently processing what just happened.

"You aren't dumb Rook, so we had to make everything genuine. Which is why we chose Clair and 'B' to distract you while we all set up. Sorry about deceiving you Rook, but it's either that or you wouldn't be surprised," Jeremy says as everyone walks closer.

"And what's better than a surprise party on your birthday? Surprise cake! Of which we have plenty," Nines says, gesturing towards the cake. Rook opens her mouth to say something as a single tear falls from her left eye, but is quieted by Ryan.

"Don't say anything Rook, just enjoy this day. Well, what's left of it. It is your special day after all," he says, smiling warmly.

"Alright, let's do cake!" Nines says, dragging Rook over to the massive cake sitting on the table between the presents. Clair hands Rook the knife, and directs her hand over her cake. The cake is at least a meter long, with colourful frosting swirls around the outside of the otherwise white cake. A colourful design of a laptop is frosted in the centre, the keys outlined with green letters. Where the screen would be, in big blue frosting, is printed "Happy Birthday Rook!".

"It took three years for us to finally find your date of birth, so I apologise for the wait, but we hope this makes up for it. The classic big birthday party, with a Fallen Angel twist!" Jeremy cheers.

"So you mean, we eat cake, open presents and get blind drunk?" Rook questions.

"Exactly. So don't fear drinking tonight, Rook. We aren't gonna judge you on anything that happens. Cause tonight is your night," Nines says, patting her on the back. Rook nods, allowing Clair to direct her hand down, cutting her cake.

"Oops, she touched the bottom, time to kiss the closest boy," Clair says in true Clair fashion, her eyes darting between Rook and Nines. Jeremy sighs, before,

"Clair, let the poor girl go. Let's just eat the cake."

"Fine, fine. Well, come on Rook, I'm hungry," Clair whines.

"Clair, make yourself useful and go get our drinks, would you?" Ryan directs, pointing to the kitchen. Clair sighs loudly, before stomping off. Rook giggles slightly, cutting more slices in the cake.

"Alright, everyone come and take a piece as I cut them, otherwise we will be here all day," Rook says, placing piece after piece on plastic plates. As everyone starts eating, Clair wheels the cart into the room.

"Why is the kitchen so far away! Who designed this bloody base!?" Clair loudly complains.

"Well, it's only a couple of meters down the hallway, and to the left. At least it isn't in the helicopter room," Jeremy points out.

"That's another thing, we need to name our rooms better. 'TV Room', 'Helicopter room'? Can't we just have 'Gaming room', 'Movie Room', 'Landing pad', and fucking kitchen!?"

"Clair, shut up, calm down, and have some cake and drinks," Jeremy orders, not even looking up from his cake. Clair grumbles, poring herself a glass of red wine, grabbing a slice of cake and taking a seat next to Rook.

As everyone finishes their drinks, Clair softly hands Rook a medium size, rectangular box wrapped in cheesy wrapping paper.

"This one is from me. Thought you may want it, so you can," Clair leans down to whisper in Rooks ear, "bond more with Nines." Rook looks up slightly, before carefully tearing off the paper.

As the paper disappears, the content of the box is revealed. Rook holds up the box, the red writing on the black background displaying just what it is.

"A new laptop?" Rook asks.

"Top end gaming laptop. I'm not sure what it all really means, but you can see on the box what it has in it. I made sure the man at the shop gave me the best one they had," Clair says hesitantly.

"Clair, this... this must have costed a fortune... thank you," Rook says, carefully placing it down before hugging Clair.

"Anything for you Rook," Clair says, returning the hug.

"Hey Rook, here's mine," Nines starts, handing her a small, square box, "I know you aren't much of a girly girl, so I'm not sure if you'll like this, but I know you like cats, so, yeah." Nines rubs his head, glancing away as Rook takes the box. She opens it carefully to reveal a small cat pendent on a silver chain, with rubies where the eyes would be.

"Nines, this is wonderful. Thanks you," she replies, smiling up at him.

"No worries, Rook. It's all good," Nines says, walking off with a drink in hand.

"So Rook, like Nines said, we know you like cats. And we know you have been wishing you had one, so we talked it over. Clair, if you want to do the honours?" Jeremy gestures over at Rooks room.

"No... you didn't..." Clair disappears inside her room, before reappearing with a blue and white cat cage in hand. Rook covers her mouth with her hands, tears threatening to fall.

"Here you go Rook, she's all yours," Clair smiles as she hands the cage over as a small mewl sounds from the back of the cage. Hesitantly, she opens the cage and a small black kitten walks out calmly.

"What you gonna name her?" Clair asks.

"... Angel," Rook answers, her voice shaky.

"I get it, cause she's a black cat, and angel. Like a fallen angel, clever," Nines praises.

"So Rook, we didn't get you a lot in terms of quantity, but I do hope you enjoyed your birthday," Jeremy says. Rook shakes her head, tears flowing as she hugs Angel close to her.

"It was great, thank you all so much!" she cries. Clair wraps her arms around Rook, pulling her close as her friend cries on her shoulder.

"Alright, let's drink, and enjoy the rest of this day!" Jeremy cheers, raising his arm with his drink in hand. Everyone cheers, following his action.

"Thank you so much for this day Clair..." Rook whispers, calming down.

"You're welcome Clair. Now, go talk to Nines, find out what games he plays," Clair says, lightly pushing Rook towards Nines.

As the day goes on, and night begins to fall, the Fallen Angels keep celebrating Rook's birthday, drinking heavier as the night goes on. And the entire time, Rook did not take off the necklace given to her, nor did Angel move away from Rook, deciding that life with the Fallen Angels must be pretty alright. If only the rest of the world could see that as well.

#fallen #angels #fallen angels #story #continuation

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I’m working on normalizing my sleep schedule, so yes, this is late. :) Results for Don’t Go To Sleep! under the cut. It looks like this was also the first live event to broadcast on Powerbomb.tv as well as ‘Topia, which is good. (Don’t ask me what the Powerbomb deal means in regards to ‘Topia, I have no idea.)

Match #1: Singles Contest Callux vs. Fire Ant (1 point) Fire, for some reason, was apparently not in the building when this match started and nearly lost via forfeit. A little odd, really. Callux played the power game, setting Fire on the defensive, and was able to win with a bear hug followed by a power slam. Post-match, Callux destroyed Fire’s stuff (left at ringside during his rush to get to the ring), took his medal, beat up Thief and Green Ant, and took off, still with the medal. Where the heck was DoF Remsburg during this? Are we accusing him of favoritism towards the Proteus Wheel yet? It sure seems like it! WINNER: Callux (1 point), Fire Ant is out of the standings Match #2: Four Corner Elimination Tag Thief and Green Ant (1 point) vs. Blanche Babish and Jeremy Leary vs. Hermit Crab and Cajun Crawdad vs. the Nouveau Aesthetic More than a little unfair having this match right after the beating Thief and Green took from Callux. Predictably, they were targeted early on as the crustaceans ambushed them right from their entrance. Leary and Babish hit the ring shortly after to help the ants fend off the crustaceans, while the Aesthetic played it smart and hung back to watch the carnage. BLANK saw his opportunity early on, slipping in to surprise Thief and cradle him for the first elimination. The rudos found common ground after that, with all four beating up Babish and Leary, though another elimination came when Babish was able to get Still Life in a crucifix pin. Leary then fell prey to Low Tide, getting the Creatures of the Deep representatives the win. When was the last time one of these resulted in a team getting more than one point? I’ve forgotten, which is not good. WINNERS: Hermit Crab and Cajun Crawdad (1 point), Thief and Green Ant are out of the standings Match #3: Singles Contest The Proletariat Boar of Moldova (1 point) vs. Hype Rockwell (1 point) Small goofup from production, as the graphic for Calhoun/MAM was shown before this. I can’t come down hard on whoever manned the graphics because I’ve seen far worse production errors from other promotions, but since this isn’t the first time this has happened, I’d like to encourage that a little more care be taken next time. Repeating mistakes does not look good for anyone involved. Thank you. Anyways, we have rudo Hype now! Some trash talking and general disinterest in the match from Hype, who targeted the Boar’s arm throughout, helping to neutralize some of the Boar’s main offense. Smart strategy, really. Both soon ended up on the top turnbuckle, which led to Hype blocking a frankensteiner and hitting a super powerbomb to end it. WINNER: Hype Rockwell (2 points), the Proletariat Boar of Moldova is out of the standings INTERMISSION! Match #4: Singles Contest Lucas Calhoun (1 point) vs. Missile Assault Man (1 point) Before the match, Calhoun spoke to MAM, saying that he knew why the match had to happen. "Sometimes the only way out is through. Let's do this." Good stuff. Hard-fought match from both, with Calhoun eventually catching MAM in a sleeper and pleading with him to stop...at which point the Proteus Wheel hit the ring. Calhoun was attacked first, causing a DQ in his favor, then both were destroyed. Nicodemus: “ How dare you think for yourself! Everything you are came out of the journal of Axel Ford.” Seems the Professor is having a hard time with even more of his creations! Who knows who else is going to come out of the woodwork after him? Volgar and Frantik destroyed MAM’s ankle with a chair during this, then both MAM and Calhoun were left for dead. No one came out to help, or even to pull the Wheel off. Again, where in the heck was DoF Remsburg? After the Wheel left, MAM dragged himself over to Calhoun, slapped him awake, and told him they’re gonna get Nicodemus before leaving together. Old alliances reforged, I like that. WINNER by DQ: Lucas Calhoun (2 points), Missile Assault Man is out of the (inactive) standings Match #5: Atomicos Contest Solo Darling, Razerhawk, Danjerhawk, and Boomer Hatfield vs. Hallowicked, Travis Huckabee, Cornelius Crummels and Sonny DeFarge Word is that Tony Deppen was originally scheduled for this match, but needed to pull out of the show for (as far as I can see) undisclosed reasons. Good work from everyone involved, though Boomer really needs to work on that “fair play” thing. Maybe I’ve watched too much Lucha Underground, but fair play and chivalry in wrestling typically get you nowhere. In Boomer’s case, it got him a kick to the face from Hallowicked. Huckabee and Solo in particular were ripping into each other, which had to be expected. Eventually these two will get to hash it out in a proper one-on-one match, I also expect. (Might I suggest at the Season finale? Solo does need that third point, after all...) At the end, it was Huckabee and Solo alone, with attempts at interference fended off by each side. However, Boomer was unable to stop Hallowicked from rushing in, leading to Solo being hit with Never Wake Up. Huckabee, jerk that he’s become, then slapped Solo’s own SharpStinger on her and, as she had been already knocked out from Never Wake Up, ended the match. WINNERS: Hallowicked, Travis Huckabee, Cornelius Crummels and Sonny DeFarge Joey Janela, who was on commentary during the show to help promote a doubleheader in two weeks with CHIKARA and Beyond Wrestling, came down to the ring with an announcement: this year’s Cibernetico! Beyond and CHIKARA go head-to-head this year, and though Janela can’t participate due to injury, he had the scoop on Beyond’s team. Representing Beyond Wrestling: Brian Milonas (described by Janela as a “goddamn monster”, temporarily forgetting to watch his language), Cam Zagami, Chris Dickinson, Ryan Galeone, the Beaver Boys (which I’m sure will likely receive a temporary rename for the event), and, shocking the fans in attendance, Nick Gage. It’ll be interesting to see who CHIKARA fields in response. Match #6: Singles Contest Ophidian (1 point) vs. Rory Gulak Perusing the #DGTSChikara hashtag on Twitter, I see this one got rave reviews and MOTN mentions, and from the sound of it, it deserved it. Both brought their mat game, exchanging holds and counters, with Ophidian trying to get the upper hand by incorporating some aerial offense as well. Ophidian was eventually able to end it with the Death Grip. WINNER: Ophidian (2 points) Match #7: MAIN EVENT, Grand Championship Defense #3 Dasher Hatfield vs. The Whisper Now that he’s out of Ophidian’s shadow, Whisper seems to be more than holding his own lately, and this was no different. Both exchanged their signatures, with Dasher kicking out of the Aftermath and Whisper reversing a Jackhammer. Eventually, Dasher had to utilize a super Jackhammer to get the win, pulling Whisper from the apron to the second rope in the process. WINNER: Dasher Hatfield

#CHIKARA #Don't Go To Sleep!#Results

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