#he didn't just roll the dice he won the game

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Knight in… scuffed leather?

Eddie Munson x reader

Part one Part two Part three

Summary: In which Eddie loses a game of DND and shows you who you belong to. (Absolute filth, read at your own risk 🤣)

Part of a series, but can be read as a standalone.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut, 18+, kissing, Dom!eddie, spanking, fingering, masturbation, choking, pussy spanking, oral (male and female receiving), spitting, dacryphilia, missionary, doggy style, handcuffs, knife use, creampie, cum play, nipple play, boob worship, slight anal play if you squint, eddie is a panty thief, use a condom people.

In true Hellfire style it all came down to the last dice roll.

Dustin needed a ten or higher to beat the monster and free the princess.

Eddie was stood in front of his throne, hands braced against the table, with a smirk on his face. All day Eddie had been bragging about his campaign, how it was unbeatable, how he had planned the perfect ending.

You would be annoyed, after all he was driving the kids insane and being cocky as all hell. You would be annoyed, that is, if his eagerness to win didn’t also reflect his eagerness to finally claim you.

He’d spent an hour yesterday with you in his lap detailing all of the ways in which he was going to make you feel good when he won tonight. It was as if the idea hadn’t even occurred to him that he could lose.

So you supposed he deserved it when Dustin rolled a 14.

The room exploded, actually exploded, when the party realised that they’d beaten the campaign. Dustins shrieks alone were enough to make dogs bark for a ten mile radius, and when Mike and Lucas started chanting…

You cheered along with them, proud of your boys and against all your better judgement, having actually enjoyed being a part of their game. You hugged your brother for as long as he would allow before shoving you off, not wanting to appear uncool in front of the great and powerful Eddie.

You looked at Eddie, expecting him to be disappointed, and instead found a smile. Not quite meeting his eyes, but still-

“You did it! You beat the campaign and rescued the Princess.” He walked over to the boys, “congrats”. He pats them on the back and rustles Dustins hair.

Eventually the rest of Hellfire all pack up and file out, making plans to go to Mikes and order pizza. They didn't bother inviting the two of you this time, having gotten used to your post Hellfire routine.

Eddie was still smiling as the door clicked behind them. Funny. You weren’t really sure how you’d expected him to react to a loss, but this wasn’t it. Complaining? Sure. Ranting about destroying them in his next campaign? Maybe. But the calm nature response? The last thing you’d pictured.

He had returned to sit on his throne, legs spread wide, pulling his jeans right across his thighs. He’d discarded his denim vest leaving his Hellfire shirt and worn leather jacket in place. Sat there, chin resting on an elbow that was jauntily placed on the arm of his seat, he looked like pure sin.

The smile had dropped, leaving his plump lips slightly downturned, almost pouting, whilst his eyes burned holes into the table. Maybe he was disappointed in his campaign, yes, that had to be it. You moved to stand before him, directly in the path his eyes were burning, before daring to speak.

“Eds, are you okay?” You spoke softly, “the party did really well tonight. The campaign was a hit”.

Your words were meant to sooth, maybe even bolster his ego a little, but instead-

“Did you want them to win?” His words were venomous, eyes snapping to yours.

“what?” That’s what he was mad about? You celebrated with the boys just the same as he had, but it’s not like you’d been rooting for either side… after all Eddie had promised you that you’d get to have him either way.

“You heard me. You wanted them to win. Wanted to get rescued. Probably dreaming about Steve ‘the king’ Harrington coming to take you away from me” his words were harsh, matched by his actions as he gripped your wrists and tugged you toward him. Your hands flew to the arms of the seat to steady yourself.

“Eddie what are you talking about? You get me either way, remember? I don't want Steve. Only want you” you spoke as calmly as your pounding chest would allow.

“Then prove it.”

You leaned in to kiss him but before your lips made contact he moved. The hands that were grasping your wrists spun you around and pushed your torso down, so you were bent over the table with your cheek pressed against the cold surface. You wanted to ask him what he was doing, but the only noise that came out was a soft moan.

“Better. Now stay still while I play with my pussy” he demands.

You comply, desperate for any type of contact. One hand remains in the centre of your back, pressing you down, whilst the other flips up your skirt and runs over the globe of your ass.

“So pretty”

As he gropes at your behind you become more and more eager for him to touch you, thrusting your hips back in an attempt to grind against him.

The smack of his palm against your bare cheek echoed through the room.

“What did I say about staying still? Hm, pretty girl?”

Your ass stung, but the sensation paired with his domineering attitude send shivers down your spine straight to your covered pussy.

“Fuck, m’sorry Eds. I’ll be good, please” you whined, not caring how pathetic you sounded begging for him.

He landed two more blows in quick succession, one to each cheek, and rubbed his palms over the red handprints he left behind.

“Oh baby, you say please but look how wet you get when i’m rough with you, you’re soaked" he teased. He dragged two fingers up your panty clad centre, smearing the wetness around as it seeped through.

He brought the same fingers up to your mouth where you lay against the table, tracing the seam of your lips and then pushing in to the last knuckle, pressing down against your tongue.

“You want me to fuck you Princess? Huh? Gotta take you home first. Can’t have the janitor walking in cus he heard you screaming” he laughed.

Eddie removed his fingers and pulled you upright. Once you were standing he hooked his fingers into the waist of your panties and tugged them down.

"There’s a new rule in my van; no panties” he smirked as he pocketed the soaked fabric, and then, voice lower, “but if you make a mess on my seats you won’t be able to walk for a week”.

Which was how you ended up here, sat in the front seat of Eddies van, without your panties, legs clenched together as tightly as you could.

You’d barely said a word to him, too focused on getting back to his place so he could finally fuck you and not making a mess on his seats while he drove you there.

It really didn’t help that all you could see was the straining bulge in his pants. You’d seen him with a boner before, I mean all those nights in Hellfire when he wouldn’t let you touch him hadn’t gone unnoticed, but now that you could actually touch him…

The temptation was too much. You reached across and palmed him through his pants. His knuckles turned white where they gripped the steering wheel and you took it as a sign to continue when he didn’t look your way or try to stop you.

His dick twitched against your hand through his pants and you pressed harder, fingers teasing against his zipper.

And then you had the best idea you’d had all week. You moved your other hand down between your legs and ran a finger through your wetness, letting out a sigh.

When you turn back to him he is already looking at you. His pupils are blown, chest heaving, as he says “you better put your goddamn hands in your lap and start behaving, else i’m gonna pull over and fuck you like a whore where anyone can see”.

Whilst the idea sends a fresh wave of wetness to your pussy, no doubt now smearing across the leather of his seats, you obey.

When you finally pull up outside Eddies house he drags you inside, holding your hand in a gesture most would think sweet. He doesn’t show you round or give you chance to take it in before he is dragging you into his room and shutting the door.

“Fucking brat.” He rasps, crossing the room and yanking something off the wall, “couldn’t even behave for one car ride huh? So needy you can't keep your hands to yourself?”

He pulls you into him and tugs your jacket back off your shoulders. Your eyes never leave him as you nod, desperate for him to touch you.

“If you can’t be trusted i’ll just have to find some other way to make sure you do what you’re told” his words ghost past your ear as he pulls both arms behind your back, holding them in one hand.

You hear the click of the handcuffs before the cool metal touches your skin.

“Fuck Eds, wait-” he clicks them shut around your wrists one at a time, keeping a thumbs width of extra space so they don’t bite into your skin.

He looks back at you, suddenly soft, “if you don’t want this, or you don’t like something… if at any point you want me to stop just say so, okay?” He strokes his hands down your arms reassuringly, searching your eyes for any signs that you want to stop.

“No Eddie, fuck please. Please touch me” your voice didn’t even sound like your own, so turned on by him that you’d do anything he asked.

And just like a switch the rough domineering Eddie was back.

He pushed you backwards until you fell on the bed, string arms throwing you further onto the mattress. His strength suprised you, the tall boy stronger than he appeared. You supposed by now you shouldn’t be suprised, nothing about him was what it seemed.

Your arms are trapped behind your back briefly, before Eddie lifted your legs up and helped you pull your bound arms under and to the front. He climbed across you and sat straddling your hips, stripping off his own jacket and shirt.

The sight of his bare chest covered in tattoos, necklace hanging in the centre, was a masterpiece. He didn’t let you ogle him for long before he leant down and finally reconnected your lips. As he kissed you your fingertips trailed the small patch of hair decorating the bottom of his stomach, trailing down into his pants.

He groans into your mouth, allowing the gentle contact, and then sits up again, pushing himself upright by bracing his arms either side of your head. He rolls off you and kicks his shoes off. Taking his time he also pulls your shoes off, followed by your socks. He grabs something out out of his leather jacket and reclaims his position on top of you.

“Stay still, m’not gonna hurt you” he mutters, face pinched in concentration as you see it.

His fucking knife.

He flips the shiny tip up and uses it to slice your shirt at the centre, cutting it in two all the way to the top. You gasp as you watch him, goosebumps covering your skin and eyes fixed on the knife.

He looks at you briefly before working the knife through the centre of your bra also, sawing through the reinforced band as if it was paper.

When both pieces of fabric were destroyed he shoved the knife onto his side table and traced a finger up the now bare strip of skin in the centre of your chest.

Not bothering to actually remove the shredded fabric he tugged either side away, revealing your bare chest to the air, nipples hard.

“Eddie please” you whined, but it got you nowhere as Eddie stared at your chest, transfixed. He’d seen your boobs before but it made no difference.

Large hands slid up your rib cage and covered each breast, pushing them up and together, fingers digging into the supple flesh.

Your cheeks burned as he played with your tits obscenely, making your thighs clench together. You don’t have time to get used to the sensation before he’s moving again, this time to the bottom of the bed, tugging off your skirt and spreading your legs.

Eddie lays on his stomach, your thighs draped over his shoulders, hands digging into your hips as they press you down into the mattress to keep you still.

He spits onto your spread pussy, the thick liquid landing above your clit and dripping down your opening to your ass. Eddie feasts on your pussy like a starving man, licking, sucking, biting.

Your hips buck up into his face, trying to chase your orgasm, moans increasing in volume and pitch until…

The asshole stops.

“Eddie no, please, please let me cum i’m so close” you cry, but he only chuckles darkly and climbs up your body. He pulls off his jeans and boxers, now as naked as you.

He tugs your arms above your head, using the chain on the handcuffs to hold them there, and once again straddles you. This time higher, sitting across your chest.

Your eyes rake over him, from the tattoos littered across his thighs to the trail of hair leading to his…

Oh my god.

Seeing him bare for the first time your eyes bulged. He was thick and veiny, about seven inches long, tip leaking with pre-cum and slapping up against his stomach. In this position he was barely an inch from your face, and your mouth watered as you realised what he was about to do.

“If you want me to stop just squeeze my hand, okay Baby?” He threads his hand into yours, fingers interlocked, and uses the other hand to tap his solid member against your lips.

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and you taste him smeared against you. Your eyes lock with his as your open and lean forward to take him into your mouth. His hips jolt forward instinctively and he groans, “fuck, so warm”.

You lick at his tip in your mouth, running your tongue along the sensitive nerve underneath. The hand not holding yours strokes your cheek softly and then,

“I’m gonna move, okay? Wanna use those pretty lips”.

He slid into the back of your mouth, slowly at first, until his tip hit the back of your throat. Your mouth stretched around his thick cock and you felt your eyes water. It was uncomfortable, should have made you panic and choke for air, but his weight on you paired with his gentle touch had you clenching around nothing.

He pulls out until only the tip is resting on your lower lip and then back in, slamming against the back of your throat harshly. His pace is quicker, hips pistoning as he fucks your face. You gag around him as spit coats your chin.

He pulls out to allow you a breath, string of spit connecting you to him. His thumb swipes across your swollen lips gathering the spit be finds there and spreading it around. He takes note of the tears that have now streamed down your cheeks and wipes them away.

“Good girl, so fucking good for me” he whispers, voice gravelly and low. You don’t even attempt to form words for your response, instead opting for a broken moan and the grinding of your hips below him.

He chuckles, “my needy girl”, he moves off of you and pulls your legs up, settling on his knees between them, “you want me to fuck you, huh? Wanna be filled up?” His words are teasing and in any other situation would cause you to shy away.

But right now? “Fuck Eds, please. Please fuck me” you begging was becoming the theme of the night, and you didn’t much care.

He dragged his cock up through your soaked folds and you moaned in unison. Then finally, finally, he pushed his tip inside.

Inch by inch he filled you, the stretch delicious as you rocked against him. When he was finally buried inside you he paused, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. You stayed that way for a second, breathing in each other’s air, and then he was moving. Hips slamming against yours harshly, fingers no doubt leaving bruises you’d see tommorow.

“Look at you, so fucking pretty laying there. Tits bouncing while I fuck you” he moves a hand from your hip to your leg, pulling it up and over his shoulder. He leans his weight forward into you and the shift in position has you crying out when his tip brushes against your g-spot.

Head thrown back and mouth open in a silent scream Eddie thinks you look more perfect than he’s ever seen.

“Look at me, hey” he demands, “look at me while I ruin you Princess” you follow his orders and look at him through lust blown eyes.

“Mouth open” he spits again, this time directly onto your tongue, and you swallow it eagerly. The action is sinful and without warning you come, clamping down around him.

He kisses you while you come down, messy but soft, coaxing you through your high.

“Good girl, fuck squeezing me so tight, you got another one in you for me? Hm?” He doesn’t give you time to answer, “know you do baby, come on show me how good you can be”.

He pulls out and flips you over, chest pressed into the mattress, pulling your hips up until you’re kneeling. Face pressed into the bed, arms hanging limply under you and ass up in the air, he kneels behind you.

In this position you’re exposed to him completely, something that is only made clearer when he lands a slap against your ass.

Your cry is muffled by the pillow as he spanks you again, watching your ass ripple with each blow. He slides back inside you, fucking you roughly. He alternates between palming at your ass cheeks and spanking you, delighting in the way your skin reddens and you clench down on him.

You reach a hand down to rub at your sensitive bud, attempting to gain some more friction. Eddie stills inside you completely, and then pulls out.

“Did I say you could touch?”

“No! Fuck please Eddie i’m sorry please don’t stop” you’re crying, actually crying at this point, as you push your hips back trying to get him to resume fucking you.

You hear the air whooshing first before you feel it, a harsh slap against your hot cunt.

Thank god for the pillow you’ve buried your face in, because your scream is deafening.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He asks, hands soothing burning skin.

“Yours, yours only yours” you cry.

He runs a thumb across your asshole, feeling you clench and shake.

“Good girl.” And like that he’s back inside you, pounding you harder, faster, and your back arches as he brings his hand to your front, rubbing tight circles into your bud. His rings are cold in contrast to your hot skin and when he moves the other hand up to your throat and tugs you up, back against his chest, you sob with pleasure.

“M’gonna cum” it’s a wonder you get the words out as your entire body tightens and jerks around him. His thrusts begin to falter as you trigger his own orgasm, dropping you back down against the bed and covering your body with his own.

He ruts into you like an animal, hips smacking against your ass, as you lay there spent.

Burying himself inside you to the hilt Eddie cums, hot liquid coating your insides. He collapses on top of you as he comes down.

The two of you lay there like that for a second, breathing returning to a normal pace as Eddie rolls you onto your side. He’s still inside you and the movement drags him against your sensitive walls.

Eddie moans in your ear and pulls out. You roll onto your back while he hops up, back between your legs, again.

He watches mesmerised as his cum leaks out of you. He drags a finger up through it and pushes it back inside you.

“Fuck! Eds, too sensitive” you grumble.

“Sorry baby” he has the good sense to look bashful, sweet Eddie back with you finally. He drops beside you, both sweaty and quite frankly exhausted.

“Shit!” He turns to you, eyes wide and panicked.

“What, what’s wrong?” Your heart drops, trying to figure out what he’s about to say

“Please tell me you’re on the pill” he blurts, “I mean it’s fine if you’re not, I can buy you something, or I mean we can-”

You laugh, openly and freely laugh in his face, “of course i’m on the pill. Do you think i’d let you cum inside me if I wasn’t?” Looking at the guilty look on his face you add “actually… don’t answer that”.

He tucks you into his chest, head against the tattoo you now love so much. You lay in comfortable silence for as long as you can before you have to move to clean up.

“Munson?”

“Yeah?”

“Please tell me you have the keys to these handcuffs”

Thank you to everyone for reading!!!

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Lost You

Pairing: Max Mayfield x GN!reader

Pt1: Promise?

Summary: In which Vecna targets you instead of Max and she's scared of losing you

Genre: Fluff/Angst

TW: Near death experience, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of blood and gore, mentions of strong language, romance themes, and the usual stranger things theme.

A/N: Your favorite song is Everybody Wants to Rule The World by Tears for Fears. You sorta have to read the first part to understand this one, I said sorta because this one shot starts where the first part ended and stuff.

IT'S FINALLY HERE SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT GUYS I DIDN'T MEAN TO

Anyways enjoy this oneshot/imagine(that isn't proofread whatsoever)

You ran for what felt like miles, you panted now out of breath. When you realized that you weren't in your house anymore, it was red and clocks were floating. And when you turned around you was met with a dead Chrissy Cunningham, you also screamed at the sight.

"Y/n," Vecna's voice loomed the air. "It's time for your suffering to end."

You turned around and was face to face with Vecna, he backed you into a corner. Which was stupid on your part as vines began to wrap around your arms and legs.

"Let me go!" You exclaimed.

"Why should I? It's clear to see you're suffering out there." Vecna stared you down.

"You don't know anything!" You spat.

"Oh but I do, I know everything about you Y/n." Vecna revealed. "I know about your mother and her history with the pills, such a shame isn't it?"

"Shut up!" You screamed.

"I'm only telling the truth y/n, it's all your fault. You should have been more careful," Vecna looked into your eyes.

You tried to look away when you felt a vine making its way around your neck, choking you.

"There's a reason why you don't tell them the truth, why you don't tell Max the truth." Vecna spoke.

...

Dustin held the radio in his hand, listening to Robin's words as they came in and out. Apparently well according to Robin, music was the key to saving Vecna but what was your favorite song?

Dustin ran back to the group and took out everything from your bag.

"What's their favorite song?" Dustin asked the group.

"What? What does y/n favorite song have to do with this?" Max exclaimed.

"Well Robin said that the key to escaping Vecna is by listening to your fav- nevermind what's her favorite song?" Dustin exclaimed.

"Uh let me think!" Lucas exclaimed.

"We don't have time to think, Y/n is about to die right now!" Steve panicked

"They aren't going to die, just tell me what's their favorite song!" Dustin screamed at Steve.

...

"You're not really here," You said in between breaths.

"Oh but I am Y/n, I am here. And I don't plan on leaving,"

...

"Cmon, cmon," Steve mumbled to himself, why did you have so many cassette tapes in one bag?

"Tears for Fears!" Max exclaimed, out of nowhere. "That's their favorite band!"

And with that, the group began to look for the one cassette that they knew you owned by them.

"I found it, I found it!" Lucas exclaimed.

"Hurry put it on!" Steve exclaimed.

"I'm trying!" Dustin shouted.

"Hurry up!" Max exclaimed.

...

Tears welled up in your eyes as Vecna's hand went to go over your face, that's when you hear it.

"Welcome to your life"

Vecna turned around to see where the noise was coming from and that's when you saw them, saw her. They were screaming at you to wake up, hoping that you would. You saw yourself and you were flying? But that thought erased your mind when Vecna turned back to watch you again, you squirmed.

"It'll all be over soon," Vecna told you with his hand over your face.

Through his fingers, you were still able to see your friends. And you realized that you couldn't die now, they needed you, she needed you. Your favorite memories of them began to flood your mind, when you were truly happy.

The dice rolls to a 12, you did it. You won the game. Lucas runs up to hug you as did the others. They all began to cheer for you.

"You did it Y/N, you did it!" Lucas exclaimed.

"That was so amazing Y/N!" Mike agreed.

"You just have to play with us again!" Will smiles.

"Forever actually," Dustin added.

"I shall!" You laughed.

You thought of another memory with your friends, one in particular.

You and Steve were riding down the street, Madonna came on.

"Oh, this is my jam turn it up Steve!" You exclaimed.

"Oh my god," Steve mumbled but does what he's told.

You began to sing along to the lyrics with your fake microphone.

"And we're living in a material world and I am a material girl," You sung along, horribly which made Steve chuckle.

You glared at him before laughing with him, it felt like hours and you hoped it would never end.

Another tear rolled down your face as you remembered one more memory, of Max.

You had gotten a bad grade on a test, and you weren't happy about it at all. Max approached you and saw your face and knew what it was.

"Hey," Max greeted.

"Hey," You grunted.

"Wanna hang out at my house today?" Max asked.

"It's the middle of the week, Max, maybe this weekend."

"My mom said it's fine,"

"No she didn't," You replied instantly.

"Cmon just this once, we can rent that movie you wanted to see."

"Really?" You turned to look at her.

"Yes!" Max smiled. "Whatever it takes to make you happy."

"I'm the happiest when I'm with you," You admit, Max's cheeks flushed as your words as she smiled at you.

You gasped as your hand was now free and punched Vecna in the face, knocking him away from you.

"Help me make the most of freedom"

You fell to the ground, you tried not to care as you got up and ran towards the portal.

"And our pleasure, nothing ever last forever."

You ran closer and closer to it, Vecna tried to ruin your path. You tried your best to evade it and you made it to the portal.

"Everybody wants to rule the world."

You gasped as you fell down, the others began to surround you. Max hugged you tight. Steve wiped a tear from your face as he caressed your head, you hadn't realized you were crying.

"I'm okay, it's okay." You told them but you were really you were telling yourself that.

"That was scary Y/n, please don't do that ever again." Lucas says.

"I'll try," You smile at him.

"I thought I lost you," Max whispered.

"You'll never lose me Max, never." You told her and that was a promise.

#max mayfield x reader #lucas sinclair #lucas sinclair x reader #dustin henderson #dustin henderson x reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #x gender neutral reader #80s #hawkins #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #max mayfield imagine #max mayfield #x gn reader #x gn y/n #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x reader #vecna

[erikiara80]

A beautiful Byler-Polivia parallel, Will's truesight and other parallels with Fringe

I said I could make 50 posts after my rewatch of S4. I'm gonna start with the parallels with one of my favorite shows. Let's go! @lilitblaukatz

Olivia Dunham is Subject 13, and she has the ability to see and travel to the parallel world. In ST there are many mentions of number 13, and imo that's a hint that there are different timelines (not actual parallel worlds) and we've been seen them since the very first episode. In fact, Will mentions the number 13 in the first scene of the show.

Will-Olivia parallels

It was a seven. I read many theories about this moment and Mike's strange reaction. That maybe Will is in a Vecna vision, and that's why the lights flicker and "Mike" doesn't know what he is talking about.

Well, I think Vecna is spying Will; those eyes on the skis behing Mike! I think this detail proves that Will's abduction wasn't a coincidence.

But if this Mike is actually Vecna, shouldn't he know about the game and the Demogorgon? He can read minds, wouldn't he at least try to smile?

Then I remembered why this scene seemed familiar. It reminds me of a scene of Fringe, ep 3x15, when Olivia, who can't control her powers yet, travels to the parallel world and for a moment sees the other Dr Bishop, who is quite surprised by what she says.

(in 3x15 Olivia also meets Peter for the first time)

So, I don't know, maybe Will does have a Vecna vision later, at home. But when he talks to Mike, I think he's seeing a Mike from another timeline/or he ended up in another timeline (because the gate just opened?) I don't know. Maybe a timeline where Karen interrupted the campaign earlier, or Will rolled the dice and won. That would explain Mike's confusion, and the flickering lights.

And now I'm thinking about other parallels

The zeppelin and the Rainbowship

The first time Olivia sees the parallel world, she draws this

What if Will didn't just imagine the Rainbowship, but drew what he SAW, like he drew the vines?

Nina kinda looks like a little spaceship, so, maybe... I don't believe what Owens said. I think they were already using the silos before El lost her powers.

(EDIT: Spoilers of The First Shadow- Now we know that in 1943, the ship of Brenner's father wound up in Dimension X, during the Philadelphia Experiment, which was connected to the Rainbow Project. So, maybe Will's Rainbowship is a reference to that and a hint at different timelines)

But back to Olivia and Will. Here she's drawing while the adults are talking about her, and Will is drawing while Joyce and Hopper are talking with Owens, who gives major Walter Bishop vibes, and even has a son named Peter.

Byler and Polivia, the parallel of their first meeting

The Rainbowship is mentioned in the shed scene, the same scene in which Mike reminds Will of the first time they met.

In 3x15 Olivia draws the zeppeling, and in the same episode Peter finds her sketchbook and sees her drawing of the field of white tulips. Her drawings, that are connected to her powers and visions, help him to find her. And this is a beautiful parallel with Will and Mike, because Peter's life changes when she meets Olivia. They talk about her abusive father (in the shed scene Jon mentions Lonnie) and it's after they talk in that field that Peter decides to accept his new family and his new life.

Asking Will to be his friend is the best thing Mike has ever done, and their lives changed too, when they met.

I don't think there are parallel worlds in ST, just different timelines, because for some reason they're stuck in a loop. They mention time loops a few times, and Max even mentions it when they are in Henry's house.

In S2 Nancy tells Murray that his timeline is wrong, and in his letter Hopper says that you can't turn back the clock... But then Henry does it in the flashback. There's also this Back to the future line: The appropriate question is 'When the hell are they?'

And if there's really a time loop, I think Will and Henry can see other timelines or maybe the timelines are merging? There are so many hints.

From Will's Marty Mcfly outfit in S1, to Henry seeing the Mind Flayer when he was a kid. The crystal ball in the Will the Wise drawing, used by clairvoyants, the Forever Clock that Dustin gives to Will, Will's name engraved on the grandfather clock and him saying, in his Will the Wise outfit, that he's seen into the future. If they're stuck in a time loop, then the future is actually the past, since the story has repeated itself many times. Steve and Robin even mention the whole going back to future/present thing.

In 4x01 El says that they're all time travellers, so yeah, if Olivia can see and travel to a parallel world, maybe in ST people can see (or travel to) different timelines of the timeloop.

Eleven, Twelve and Thirteen

In the Nina scenes I noticed that Thirteen is often in the frame with El or Twelve (who I think represents Will). At first I didn't understand why. She never speaks or interacts with El. And I didn't know why they cast a girl that looks like young Millie. The actress said that the crew kept telling her that she looked like Millie, and before S4 many fans speculated that she would play El. Everything means something in this show, and the casting is always on point, so I thought maybe they want us to notice something? Then I remembered that Olivia was Subject 13.

So that kid could be a subtle hint that we're seeing different timelines in Nina. From the beginning, when El wakes up and see the rooms of Four and Nine. 4+9=13

Twelve and Thirteen

Twelve and Thirteen in the Rainbow Room. It's interesting that in both these scenes they focus on 12, "Will", and 13, who looks like little El, after they show the twins. Willel, twins, and different timelines...

Brenner and Thirteen's room

Thirteen and Eleven (and Twelve)

I really think that Thirteen is a reference to Olivia, and since Olivia can see parallel worlds, maybe this is a hint at the ability to see/travel to other timelines. I already thought that El was seeing different timelines, and that she was actually there, with her mind, but this is a nice detail.

*Another interesting 13 mention. The 13th birthday of a kid named Georgie. George, like George Smith in the play? We know that Will's birthday is important, and since this scene is about his parents, I think this mention is connected to both Will and Henry/Edward

Hm, a bit lost, because of other timelines/a time loop?

Anyway, I love Fringe and I love that ST has so many parallels with such a beautiful story.

#byler #tfs spoilers #the first shadow spoilers #will byers #mike wheeler #twelvegate #willel twins #time loop theory #timeline theory #henry creel #vecna #st theory #st parallels #el hopper #stranger things

[annab-nana]

eddie with “Do I look like I’ve moved on?”

i could've made this super angsty, but i feel like i've put out quite a few angsty blurbs lately so i'll save your hearts for now

warnings: being exhausted, minor moment of mike's idiocy that really makes eddie mad, not proofread

❀ masterlist ❀

"i just can't believe it," eddie grumbled once more as the two of you laid in his bed. it was friday night, so after a long day at school, you had to cheer at the basketball game and eddie had an impromptu meeting of hellfire. dustin wanted to give it a go at an attempt of being a dungeon master for once so he wrote up a oneshot and got most of the guys together to meet after school except for lucas who would be at the game. 

while you were in the gym cheering on the tigers who ended up winning the game, it seemed all the luck in the school was with the basketball players and none was left for eddie. each roll of the dice gave him a number too small so he wasn't able to deal as much damage as he was taking. 

and then, mike decided to not help heal eddie and instead talk to a girl who was from the town they were saving to see if she had any insider information. dustin had placed her there as a distraction, one that eddie claimed was so obvious, and mike fell right into the trap. the girl, lavender, just sobbed and shook and when mike got closer to comfort her, she kissed him with poison-laced lips. mike didn't feel the effects until a minute later and within five minutes, he was out. eddie grumbled about that the most. 

after mike's turn went gareth who got a low roll and then, the monster dealt his damage. with eddie's already low amount hit points, they were diminished immediately and he was gone. all of that is what you've heard eddie complain about since you saw him sulking when waiting for you after the game. 

he couldn't seem to drop it and you loved him, you really did, but you were exhausted. friday was test day for most of your classes, so you got to put in all your knowledge from your late-night studying from the night prior. but taking tests took a lot out of you. in addition to that, you had to go home and get ready for the game and then actually go to the game and act like you weren't tired as could be. once the tigers won, you wanted to either go to your house or to eddie's, whichever was quicker to getting you in bed and letting you sleep. 

when you saw eddie was done with hellfire, you smiled, happy that he was done so you could go home with him. falling asleep with him was just better overall. but, then you saw the look on his face. when he normally came to you after hellfire, he was happy and excited, but then you remembered he said that dustin was dm'ing tonight and figured it didn't go well. 

when you two got in his van, he told it all and kept coming back to being aggravated with mike. you heard it in the car, you heard as you walked up the steps into the trailer, you heard it as he made mac and cheese for you and him, you heard it as you brushed your teeth and changed into his clothes, you heard even now as you laid by his side. he was clearly upset about this, but there wasn't anything he could do about it now. 

"eddie," you whined in a mumble, tiredness clear in your voice as you snuggled closer to him, "i thought you had moved on from that."

"do i look like i've moved on?" he questioned, pitch getting higher at the end of his statement. 

"no," you answered. you moved away a little to sit up and look at him. "listen, i get that you're upset about this, but there is absolutely nothing that we can do to fix it. i love you and if you let me sleep right now, we can do whatever you want tomorrow to make it better. hell, i'll play d and d with you, but i am exhausted and i really want to go to sleep."

then, eddie felt bad. he had been so wrapped up in stupid mike and his stupid mistake of trying to talk to that stupid girl that he didn't even realize you were on the brink of passing out. eddie nodded his head and reopened his arms for you to settle into which you did instantly after muttering a small 'thank you'.

"i really am sorry about the mike stuff though," you whispered into his neck and breathed in his scent. you sighed in contentment before continuing, "that really does suck."

"it's okay. i'm sorry for talking about it all night," eddie muttered against your forehead before he pressed his lips there. 

"you were upset," you spoke softly, nearing sleep with every second that passes, "i want you to talk to me when you're upset, but maybe when i'm a little more coherent, yeah?"

"yeah." eddie's lips found your skin again, this time a little lower on your nose. "i love you, you know that, right?"

"mhmm," you hummed as you got lost in his comfort and warmth, "love you too."

he chuckled lightly at you and let you sleep, your cuteness and presence making him forget all about what happened earlier.

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#stranger things sleepover #stranger things #blurbs #eddie munson #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson x reader #anon #❀ nonnie ❀

[aliteral-ghost]

You summon us once, you summon us twice, you gamble it all on the roll of a dice

As the last player dies, finally gives up what they've won in the face of the void, Grian stands in the black.

"I'm not going to do this again," he says defiantly, staring down the invisible eyes staring back.

"Oh, but it's so much fun!" A voice echoes. "I can't wait to watch every second."

Out of the darkness swoops an enormous orange eye, shrouded in purple film.

"And all the blood--yum, yum!" Another voice sounds. "It tastes just like candy!"

Teeth surrounded by pink lips glint in a light coming from nowhere, clacking in excitement.

"I'm not going to force my friends to suffer constantly because of something you all want," Grian says, stomping his foot. "That's unnecessary and cruel."

"You summoned us, fwendy-wend," a third voice says, slithering cruelly around the empty space. "This is your fault, you know. You asked for this."

"And now we can play with you over, and over, and over, and over again!" A fourth voice giggles.

As the giggles fade, the same spotlight shines on the entire room. Most of it is swallowed by the pure darkness of the walls, but a figure standing on a mass of writhing green tentacles and a man with a goat's head bathed in a yellow light are revealed at the back of the room.

"That's not what I meant when I made the deal! This isn't what I wanted!" Grian yells into the darkness. "You said we would just be playing a game!"

"And isn't it a fun game? Is this not what you fucking asked for? If you're unable to complete the deal, we will revoke our gifts to you."

As the green figure shouts, the room shakes, throwing Grian to his knees.

"No, I didn't want..."

"What do you want, Grian?" As the final voice rings out, all of the lords are illuminated, the mouth, the eye, the goat-man, a figure that is just glowing blue, and, at the head of them all, the man resting on tentacles.

#hermitcraft #life series #starkid #grian #the lords in black #forgive me for not naming them in-story as i can never remember the names #but #this is just a fun peek into what if the lords in black were behind the life series #because im obsessed with starkid currently

[starrystevie]

25 for steddie? ❤️

25. playful biting

the first time eddie bit steve, neither of them really expected it. the party was all crowded together in the wheeler basement, loud and wild and palpable energy as they started steve's first ever campaign. he was seated next to eddie in a folding chair, much to mike’s chagrin (it’s his first game, michael, he gets this privilege. now roll or your paladin will face unknown horrors). they were damn near in each other’s laps with how tight the table was and steve’s arm was pressed against eddie’s, a welcome constant pressure.

and steve, he did extremely well for being a newbie. call it beginner's luck or the fact that he had eddie blow on his dice before every roll (which absolutely didn't make his heart flutter every time, no way), but each of his turns had the whole crew cheering. it was a fast campaign, a one shot to see if he would want to continue, and boy was eddie glad he had planned it that way. seeing the way steve concentrated on everyone else's moves, plotted with them to finish out the game with a victory, the wide and bright smile that broke out over his face when he landed a hit, it was intoxicating. steve was intoxicating.

at the end, it all came down to steve and his barbarian. everyone looked at him with big eyes, waiting to see if he would be the hero in the game like he was outside of it. he brought his hand up to eddie's face for one final blow, his eyebrows quirked and smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"that better work, munson." he murmured, low voice sending a jolt of electricity down eddie's spine. "i'm trusting you."

the dice rolled across the table as if in slow motion, everyone's eyes following its path before it stopped at the end of the table. erica was the first one to react, leaping up out of her chair with a deafing yell that spurred everyone else into excitement. "what did i do?!" steve yelled, his face nearly ripping in two with how wide his smile was. as he turned to look at eddie.

it was breath taking, the way steve looked at him. the way steve jumped in head first to play this game only because the people he loved wanted him to. the way steve could make everything exciting and fresh and overwhelmingly right. a laugh escaped eddie as he watched his party, his team, celebrate a well deserved win but what really had him going was the way steve had grabbed onto him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"i can't believe we won!" steve screamed out, too close to eddie's ear, but if that was the cost to holding steve then he was willing to pay it. the other man pulled back the slightest bit and looked eddie directly in the eye, his face flushed and eyes shining.

"thank you," steve said with a sincerity that felt too big that eddie didn't know what to do with the way it ran through his veins like lava other than to get his mouth on him.

he didn't mean to bite him, really. he didn't know what came over him but there was just something about how steve was lit up that made him do it. it wasn't hard for eddie's brain to go blank when he was around steve and that was the only excuse he could think of when the other man's eyes got wide as his teeth sunk into the skin at his wrist. steve was there and steve was this bright star that he had in his reach and steve was never something he thought he could ever let himself hold onto.

they didn't say anything afterwards. eddie jumped away almost as soon as it had happened, corralling the kids upstairs after karen wheeler yelled at them for the ruckus and telling them it was time to go home anyway. it wasn't until after everything was loaded up that steve stopped eddie as he got to his van.

"wanna tell me why you bit me?" he said a bit breathlessly, not accusing, not judging, just asking as if he was asking about the weather. he stood close to eddie, close enough that it made him want to wrap his arms around steve and never let him go again, but he knew that he was pushing his luck.

"just... wanted to."

there was no way to put into words how crazy he could make eddie feel. like he had to have him under his teeth to make sure he was real and not this perfect mirage in a desert that would fade away once he came to his senses. the forbidden fruit in the garden just waiting to turn eddie's whole fucking world upside down.

steve grinned, almost menacing in the dark with streetlights flickering off his pearly white teeth and eddie was struck with the idea that maybe he wanted steve's teeth on him instead.

"wanna do it again?"

and if steve showed up to hellfire the next night with a new character sheet filled out and a dozen purple bite marks hidden under his shirt then no one had to be the wiser.

#hi i know nothing about dnd other than what i've learned being an outsider so sorry if any of the vernacular is wrong!! #steddie #steddie prompt #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #this so got away from me i'm so sorry for the length #my writing #ask meme #steddie headcanon #steddie fic #steddie hc

[ahordeofwasps]

15 Questions Tag

I've been tagged by the spectacular @talesofsorrowandofruin! Thanks for the tag! The purpose of the tag game is to answer 15 questions, either as your OC or as yourself. I'll do this tag for an OC from To Not Falling Off Cliffs! As I already did this tag for Tiffany, I'll do this for either Erika or Steve, as determined by dice roll.

And the dice has decided on... Steve!

But first, the no pressure tags! I'll be tagging @space-writes, @kaiusvnoir, @red-pen-ally, @sam-glade, and open tag!

Now, onto an interview with Steve!

It's Thursday at the Seventh Eye, which means only one thing: Pub Quiz Night. During quiz night, teams ruthlessly compete for the ultimate prize: some tacky t-shirts, a round of drinks on the house, and a plastic trophy.

You're part of the trivia team known as the Knowledge Sniffers. It is your first time competing in trivia night and you have won 5th place. Buzzed on both alcohol and of getting half the questions right, you've gotten the idea to interview one person from each of the teams. You jokingly said it was to "get to know the enemy" but you honestly just want to have fun and this is one way to do it.

You're now approaching the table for the Immortal Kittens team. Nearly all of its members seem to be locked in a debate on whether or not fish can fly. All except a reaper in a Hawaiian t-shirt, who instead is leaning back and listening to the conversation. You think he's happy, but it's hard to tell; reapers don't have facial expressions.

You manage to get the reaper's attention and introduce yourself, along with an overly dramatic speech about your "evil plan" complete with a maniacal laugh. This earns a chuckle from the reaper. He introduces himself as Steve and agrees to be interviewed.

You pull out your pre-prepared questions written on three different bar napkins. You commence the interview.

Are you named after anyone?

He shrugs, taking a sip of his drink. You notice his relaxed composure stiffen a little. "Nah. The man doesn't work like that."

When was the last time you cried?

He relaxes again and points to his empty eye sockets. "Never. Don't have the right equipment."

Do you have kids?

Steve laughs. "Don't have the right equipment for that either. Not allowed to adopt too. Not even baby goats."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

He looks at you, silent for a moment. He has no lips, just a skull, but you get the distinct impression he's grinning. "What do you think?"

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

"How they're wearing their mug. 'Suppose it's 'cause I don't have one myself."

What’s your eye colour?

"The same colour as my ferrari."

Scary movies or happy endings?

He thinks for a moment. "Happy endings. Though I suppose a scary movie can have a happy ending. That'd be cool too."

Any special talents?

"Yeah, this!" Steve proceeds to do that hand trick where you pretend you're removing half your thumb from your hand. It's not very impressive and although he's not lying, you get the distinct impression he's holding something back.

Where were you born?

"I was spawned in Byzantion. I think it's called Constantinople now?"

You tell him it's now Istanbul.

"Snaps. That's why we shot in the brown last week. My bad."

What are your hobbies?

He pulls a small digital camera from his pocket. "Shooting people."

You ask him to shoot you and strike the campiest villain pose you can think of. Steve chuckles and takes your photo. "I'll bring a copy next week."

Have you any pets?

"Nah. The man doesn't allow that either."

What sports do you play/have played?

"Got in a duel once. Made a real mess with it. Not a ball at all."

How tall are you?

"Five foot five inches."

Favourite subject in school?

Steve laughs again. "Been playing court-ordered hookey. But, if the man allowed it, it'd probably be art."

Dream job?

He stiffens, but not in the same way as he did when you asked him about his name. You didn't touch a nerve exactly, but you did catch him off guard. Steve leans back and takes a sip from his drink, thinking for a moment.

"Depends on the dream," he murmurs, "In a happy dream, I'd be a photographer, an artist, or even a sculptur. But in a bad dream..." he pauses, "... a lawyer."

With that, you've reached the end of your questions. You thank him for his time and then add a quick quip about how the "Immortal Kittens will meet their match" next week followed by another evil laugh. Steve chuckles again and gives you a polite wave goodbye.

***

Here are the questions for anyone that needs it!

Are you named after anyone?

When was the last time you cried?

Do you have kids?

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

What’s your eye colour?

Scary movies or happy endings?

Any special talents?

Where were you born?

What are your hobbies?

Have you any pets?

What sports do you play/have played?

How tall are you?

Favourite subject in school?

Dream job?

#writing #writeblr #fantasy #urban fantasy #tag game #15 questions #To Not Falling Off Cliffs

[sidney-latrobe]

A throne doesn't make a man king

Summary: You are substituting for Lucas, and Eddie figures out that you have no clue about D&D.

Word Count: 1.011

Warning: None.

He leaned back against the craved hardwood of his chair. Actually, it wasn't so much a chair but a throne. And he was king. At least in his mind and the minds of fellow Hellfire Club members. They worshipped him, and who was he to deny himself the pleasure of bathing in their praise. And it was ridiculous. A smirk tugged at his lips now, and he played with his long brown hair. He was waiting for their move, endless possibilities racing through his head as Dustin and Mike whispered to each other. Gareth and Jeff have been ordered to stay put by the king. He wanted the new members to fight this battle on their own. 

I looked at the frantic freshmen, that were saying sentences I didn't understand. I was here because Lucas couldn't make it due to another late basketball practice, and I owed Dustin a favor. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that this is what Dustin would use that favor for. 

Feeling eyes on my skin, I looked up and noted that the Dungeons Master himself readjusted himself as his dark eyes met mine. He was shameless. He knew that I caught him staring, but he didn't seem to mind. It almost seemed as though he had been counting on it because the king smiled and leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand. 

"Shouldn't you help them?" the king asked. His voice was low, sarcastic. 

"You don't think they handle this themselves?" I bit back. I wasn't going to let him intimidate me. 

The king arched a brow and smiled. "I know they can. I want to know if you can."

Although I had protested to both of them, Dustin and Mike were trying to hide the fact that I was just as uninformed about D&D as they were about what a favor should be used for. They had said that if they brought another substitute for Lucas, who did not meet the king's standards, he would kick them out of the club and consider it a breach of his authority. As a result, just before we had entered the club area, they had instructed me to unbutton another button of my shirt and keep my off-the-cuff comments to a minimum. It had appeared to work for the first forty-five minutes, but after almost two hours of play, I still haven't said anything about the game that's being played in front of us, and the king is becoming suspicious.

"We made our decision," said Dustin. The king glared at me for another moment before he dragged his eyes from mine and looked at Dustin. 

"Do tell."

"We're going to fight the dragon."

When Dustin rolled the crimson dice, the number 17 appeared on the face of the dice. I deduced that it had been the appropriate action based on their applause and the king's smirk. After waiting for almost another half an hour, they eventually defeated their adversary and celebrated by embracing each other in a group hug. I stood next to the table, staring at the strange figure when I felt the king stand beside me. 

"You don't play D&D, do you?" he asked. 

I straightened my shoulders and looked up at him. "Does it matter? They won."

The king scoffed, "'course it matters. I can't leave this unpunished. They know the rules. Substitutes must be able to play for themselves and not just be a pretty decoy."

I wanted to stress that he used the word "pretty" to describe me, but I didn't. The king wasn't stupid, and I had a feeling that the game hadn't finished just yet. So, instead, I turned and crossed my arms beneath my chest. "Y'know that Lucas will probably miss a few more game nights due to basketball practice."

The king studied me for a moment. "I'm aware that the young one is confused which side to join and is currently taking away from us by the dark side."

"The dark side? Wow. The hatred is shared then, I guess."

"This is high school. Groups form and every lonely sheep left behind are eaten by wolves."

"That still doesn't mean you have to hate others —"

"It's mutual, Y/N. If no one went around bullying and hating each other, there was no need for groups. Hell, life would be as peaceful as death."

I concentrated on his dark eyes. They were large and mysterious, like dark chocolate, and they brought to mind the eyes that are sewn onto the teddy bear I had when I was a child. They became soft for a brief moment, and I watched as something behind them opened like a door. However, before I could go through it, Dustin gestured me over.

"Thanks for taking Lucas's place tonight," said Dustin, "again. Eddie would have skinned us alive if we showed up without a substitute."

"Right you are, Henderson." The king was standing next to me again. I doubt I would be able to shake him off soon. "Next time, make sure she knows the rules."

I lifted a brow. "Next time?"

"You said that Lucas will probably not make it a couple of times in the future."

"Yes, but shouldn't you bring someone who actually knows the game next time?"

"That's why I told them to explain it to you. C'mon, Y/N, you spent almost three hours with us, and you're trying to tell me that your interest isn't the least bit pecked?"

He ignited a smile deep within me, and I decided to show it to the world. Dustin and Mike yelled and cheered ecstatically as they grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the club room while mumbling and arguing about various facets of the game. I turned around and saw the king smugly smirking as he propped himself up against the desk. After that, I looked back at the situation, shook my head, and laughed at the realization that I had been defeated in this battle.

"Watch your back, king," I called. "I'm coming for you!"

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#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie #s4 #x reader #eddie being cute #eddie the king #d&d

[gay-destiel]

my angel ~ natasha 'phoenix' trace (part 2)

pairing: phoenix x fem!reader. 

plot: you, nat, bob and coyote are playing monopoly, only bob has NEVER lost a game, and coyote didn't know.

word count: 428

a/n: so i've had in my head for a while that bob is the absolute best at monopoly, and no one has ever won a game against him, so i thought why not! the only request i got for this was FLUFF so i hope i've fulfilled that! it's less of just angel and nat this time and more a group thing, and also bob being awesome and underestimated, but hope you enjoy!

your callsign: angel

You watch as Bob rolls the dice. Nat's arm is draped across your back, and the three of you had convinced Coyote to join your game of monopoly. As the dice settle, you all groan at the numbers. Coyote shakes his head in disbelief,

"How do you keep doing that? You must be cheating!!"

Nat grins, her face lighting up,

"Oh, no. Believe me, this happens every time. Our Bob is unnaturally good at monopoly. We've never won a game with him."

Bob smiles softly, moving his pieces across the board and collecting a place, completing the highest set. The three of you watch, silent, as he places hotels on each of them.

You sigh dramatically as you place the money in the bank, and Coyote says,

"You still have money left?! That would leave anyone else bankrupt!!"

His mouth quirks up, and I pat Coyote on the shoulder,

"Get used to it."

Nat laughs, the sound running through you, and you lean closer to her, resting your head on her shoulder. In return, she pulls you into her side, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Coyote rolls his eyes at the two of you, and you stick your tongue out in retaliation, flipping him off as he opens his mouth. He grins, muttering,

"Who even thought to name you 'Angel', you're clearly the opposite."

Your smirk makes him groan,

"Who even thought to name you 'Coyote', you're clearly not the brightest marble in the bag."

Nat laughs again, and Bob holds a hand up for a high-five. As she stops laughing, Nat ruffles your hair, ignoring your half-hearted protests,

"Don't mess with Angel, Javy. You should know that by now."

He sighs again,

"Why did I even agree to this... you guys are totally ganging up on me."

Nat swipes Bob's upheld hand before you can,

"We're the Bob-Squad."

Bob protests,

"Why me? It should be something equal?"

"But the Bob-Squad just rolls off the tongue!"

You lean away from Nat and closer to Coyote,

"We're still working on the name."

He snorts, and you hold up a finger, shushing him,

"It will be a great name. It'll be breathtaking, awe-inspiring!! We just haven't quite got it yet."

Nat pulls you back, and you're struck by the light catching in her eyes, shimmering through her dark hair. She sees you staring, and looks at you questioningly. You hug her, whispering in her ear,

"God, I love you."

She wraps her arms around you,

"Love you too."

@pride-potato @brunocarrelliisabimess

#natasha 'phoenix' trace x reader #natasha 'phoenix' trace #robert 'bob' floyd #javy 'coyote' machado #monopoly #kyra's fanfics #my angel #top gun #maverick

[autumnbrambleagain]

Mephistopheles demands not a skill check, not player skill, not player planning, but build perfection. Not good builds, but builds for him. It wants you to cheese it. Cheese it as exactly as you can.

Several front liners who cannot die. Spellcasters spamming elemental override hellfire rays. This isn't an interesting fight. This isn't challenging. I almost did it, I almost beat him, but a misclick had my caster walk through a series of AOOs and die and that was about it. He had 250 hp left.

Had that not happened--or had Wenduag or my other caster rolled anything above a 6 on the EIGHT attack rolls they had between them--it could have been done. We basically did, in fact, beat him.

By cheesing him. Making a mercenary specifically designed to counter him. Respeccing characters to beat him. Flooding the board with literally 30 summons. Filling it with rainbow bubbles and blade barriers and tons of set up.

But it was just barely not enough, because the random dice rolls just... didn't work out.

So okay.

I know another way to meet this. You are not testing my intelligence, my skill, my reaction time--you're barely even testing system competency. You're asking: how well can you cheese this fight?

When we lucid dream, and things go bad, one of the things we have built in is a safety phrase: Eternal Blade All-Kill. Everything in the dream is cut as if by scissors, each part, and each part of each part, so that the dream falls away.

Owlcat, you are coming up to me and saying: we are going to make you cheese this as hard as you can. How cheap, how uninteresting, how minmaxed can you go for this?

I am responding: Eternal Blade All-Kill.

I'm not spending another 10 minutes setting up buffs and battlefield control. I'm not respeccing to squeeze very caster level out of my dispeller.

You are asking me: how cheap can you really be? You want me to show you how hard I can cheese you back?

Okay. There you go. Because, honestly: if i had WON the first time? I would have felt RELIEF, yes. Maybe SOME accomplishment--but not much. I cast every buff. I spammed hellfire ray. That was it. It was nothing clever or inventive. I used my most powerful spells, and created a back-up character to flood the field with dudes. That was it. It wasn't a clever or earned victory had I won--so fuck it.

I want to be done with this fucking game.

#wotr

[inardescere]

"You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen." It's not common to see a drunken Alhaitham in public, as they mostly prefer to keep that in the privacy of their home. Though, here he is, hand resting on his thigh, squeezing it lightly as faces are just a few inches away.

@hancfubuki /// send “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.” to see my muse’s reaction. ♡

Tonight was the night he would put his plans into action.

The architect would take sips from his drink but not as much, trying to keep a slower pace than usual. He would lie that he wanted to win the game of TCG that they have laid out, and watch as Alhaitham in his arrogance continues to drink with full confidence to win anyway. It kind of sucks that he did in fact win a few at the start, but Kaveh won just as many! He was a good player, though luck was not always on his side when it came to the dice rolls. So it was his mistake when his rolls failed, he took a large chug and his world started to spin.

But he had not been ready for this either. For Alhaitham to look so much softer, despite the constant expressionless look; light pink on his cheeks from the wine and sweet breath against his skin as he breathed harder from strain, incredibly warm pressed close against his skin. Somehow, he doesn't even remember what happened, at some point in the night, Kaveh ended up sitting upon Alhaitham's lap, blinking out the spinning world as he tried to focus. All he knows is that Alhaitham is so cute. For him to say such words to him even while inebriated makes the blond's chest full. It wasn't that he didn't trust Alhaitham was truly in love with him- he understood it to be true, no matter how much distrust he had at first. But to hear him think he's pretty even when in this state, barely thinking coherently, to look at him with shining eyes as if he truly believes it-- he can't help the giggle that escapes him, leaning his weight closer.

"Oh really?" Kaveh chuckles, voice high and airy in the haze of alcoholic wonder. "You're so cute when you're drunk. It's such a shame you rarely indulge enough to get to this point." Kaveh is tilting forward, minimizing the few inches that kept them apart. However, he's able to keep himself from falling face-first into the other's own handsome one, a hand reaching up to touch his heated cheek. "Were you in a good mood today, Haiyi? It's rare to have you indulge in public. Not that I'm complaining. I'd rather have you enjoy our night out than feel like you have to chaperone me back home." Now, Kaveh realizes he is rambling quite a bit, slurring his words a tad more, and it proves that his willpower has diminished and he is not going to last. He hums as he lets his fingers hold his chin, tilting his head so their eyes can meet and crimson eyes bore into teal and orange. Dear Lord Kusanali, please let him remember this adorable face in the morning.

"How does it feel to have the prettiest thing you've ever seen be all yours?"

Crimson eyes fade in and out of sight as he blinks slowly, gaze falling down to Alhaitham's lips then back up into his eyes, giving a smile that reaches his eyes, softening his already feminine features. Then he leans in, giving a long, gentle kiss to his sweetened lips. "--To kiss." His free hand goes to the hand on his lap so he can grip it, smoothing it further up his thigh, assuring him he's allowed. "--To touch." Kaveh tilts his head questioningly, then moves his hands away to wrap them around his neck, kissing up his jawline to his ear where he nibbles and whispers, "--To make love to."

Kaveh pulls away with a cheeky grin, wide and lighting up his whole face with pure playful joy. "Does that make you happy, Haiyi?"

#hancfubuki #{v. それでも光は在るから} #it is swoft but #you know Kaveh will not go down without also being a lil brat

[ultralazycreatorfan]

Just so you know, I didn't choose who won the game of bunco. The dice did. I rolled all of the dice with the google dice roller widget thing. I have the spreadsheets to prove it. I decided that Dex was cheating after the results came out, but they were randomized in the beginning. If any of that is at all relevant to your analysis.

I'm glad you liked it :) Please don't eat your own toes though.

Dex transcended realities and universes just to cheat and win the game I’m telling you. He hacked Google.

Jokes aside though that’s actually really smart- my dumbass would’ve rolled real dice until I went insane, forgetting that there’s virtual dice which are much less likely to get lost eheh…

#it’s too late I already ate my toes I have four toes left to my name #ask #squishmallow36

[jeremy-ken-anderson]

Intrinsic vs Extrinsic Motivation

Reality Quest is an odd beast, with a player/protagonist who's so used to being worthless that he has to be magically kicked in the nuts before he engages with the risky, scary quests it sends him on.

Which is at once good humor and a curious choice that gets the reader wondering whether the gift is a weird faustian bargain like in some "real world with game rules" comics like Dice or (I haven't read to the reveal but I'm confident anyway) Real World Mobile.

I dunno, imagine if Frodo was like, "Wait there are hooded ghost men with swords who will try to murder me if I try to take this ring? Nope. Nope! Take it yourself!" And then Gandalf responded with, "Ooh, thing about that. I accidentally put a curse into the muffins you just ate and now if the Ring exists but you're not holding it for twenty minutes or so-" - Frodo screams and falls over, holding his groin - "-Whoof. That looks harsh. Hey, so, will you carry the Ring?"

Extreme Asshole Mentor is a usable flavor of comedy, and I find it works here for me. I totally understand if it's a flavor you despise. I also find it especially functional when paired with a faceless system. So it presents more like the game itself is designed to be hostile or hard, but then you get little hints - particularly in outrageous timing of some quests - indicating that it's probably a bespoke quest list being generated by a kinda-belligerent GM on the fly. Especially fun when you consider that the whole thing is a "gift for a good deed." He handed off a powerful item to a much more stacked player even though he won the loot roll, as a way of saying thanks for partying up, without being asked. It seems like that player wasn't just super-powerful in-game, but was actually some kind of deity.

I have now gone on a tangent, and gone from there onto a cotangent, and we need to get back to the point before I start teaching geometry.

The point, in short form, is that I think it's really interesting that the game doesn't give him quests for the things he'll do anyway. Even if they're hard. Even if they're scary. Even if they're dangerous or involve "fighting monsters" as the game system describes it.

He didn't have a quest to try and find evidence of how his father died. It's a real quest, in his real life, and with that unknown entity clearly watching every moment of his life I wonder what it thought. Does it not care whether he figures that stuff out? Is it limited in how much xp it can grant him so it's trying to only give rewards when the behavior will only be chased to avoid the magical nut shot and/or to gain the in-game bonuses? Does it think it would be gauche to give a real human a quest to try and learn how his father died? It's such an implied entity that all of these seem possible.

The game hasn't been bothering with extrinsic motivators for the main character's personal goals. This, in general, indicates that the game is pushing him around. By not rewarding him for doing what he wants and giving rewards for doing what it wants, it indicates clearly that It Wants.

This doesn't have to be as evil as in Dice, and I don't expect it will be. But it gives the game systems their own agency as an independent, quiet, but extremely impactful character of the story.

#reality quest #webtoon #review

[carnelianwings]

Another shop tourney Sunday, did better this week at 2-2 with Chronojet (we had 13 players this time unlike last week with 10), won against 2 of the stronger players at the shop so that was really nice. Lost one to Gandeeva and another to Bastion Prime (that restand ...) but the real win this week is pulling my third Thasus from my promo pack so I'm now up to 3 copies, so if I don't get my 4th by the end of next month I'd be okay shelling out the money for the last copy - pulling 2 copies this week basically means I've put in ~$60 total for 3 copies thus far, and if I have to shell out another $60 for the last one next month, then at least I averaged ~$36 for 4 copies which is Not The Worst for a staple promo in a meta deck.

As usual, full match breakdown behind the cut!

First round: Second vs Chronojet mirror:

This one actually went pretty well because I "lost" dice roll and got to go second. Did the usual (G1 Mikani or Swirler) + Gigi G1 rush combo, and kept the pressure on the whole fight. My opponent easily could've G2 gamed me (and I would've done the same back to him) but he decided to say to hell with that and just gave me first Stride on my Turn 3. Went into Faterider, pushed and built up hand with my G1 Mikani/Swirler/Gigi draw engine, went into Faterider again on Turn 4 to push to 5, then did Nextage Turn 5 for game. Overall a clean game and a great start to this tourney.

Second round: First vs Zorga (Masques):

I won dice roll (when I didn't want to) but alas, it is what it is. Mulliganed into Mikani-Gigi, rushed on my G2 turn (more like when would I not rush so I can go into Faterider multi-attack when my opponent is high on damage). Had the PG for the Blue Zorga Alchemagic for triple drive, and had just enough hand to guard the rest. Went into my first Faterider turn, bot deck a Roaming Prison Dragon, opponent PGs Faterider, but I mega-sack on the checks - crit-(red) OT-crit - and I put everything onto the Upstream I'd Time Leaped with Faterider, and my opponent dies to the first swing. This was actually the same guy who played Prison last week, and one of the better players at the shop (imho) and I keep losing to him so beating him this week (even if it was with drive check highroll) felt like an accomplishment. Also actually felt prepared when I went into this fight because Zorga was one of those decks I'd studied up on via Dear Days (just to get the basic idea of how the deck worked and what orders are generally played).

Third round: First vs Gandeeva:

Not much to say here beyond Gandeeva Did Gandeeva Things. I ended up Soul Charging both of my extra copies of Chronojet so I couldn't go into Nextage and had to rely on multiattack to push damage/win, and pretty much lost to Gandeeva's innate scaling in the end. Also drew OT into hand but I forgot to play it on my first Faterider turn, but I ended up needing that 50k shield because, y'know. Gandeeva.

Fourth round: First vs Bastion Prime:

This one started out not that great - didn't get Gigi in my opening hand - and I think I tunneled too hard on putting my OT back into deck when I didn't have Upstream on hand to tutor out Gigi for draw (I had 4 Soul by that point so I really should've Time Leaped one of my G1s for an Upstream). Ended up with not enough cards on hand for his first Prime turn, and lost to rear guard restand. It's something I'll have to keep in mind for my next tournament.

#anzu's vanguard tcg adventures #still feels good that I can keep up with the better players at the shop #just need to tunnel less and focus more on the bigger picture of what my opponent is playing and playing against that #also really happy I pulled another Minerva promo because i really want to play her for my main tournament deck once Set 11 drops #chronojet's fun but i like minerva more

[otakusparkle]

//Yume IDV, Eli Clark x OCSona, T&I fanmade lore, slightly NSFW maybe

~🔮😺~

The sun is shining brightly outside; another day when it's sunny and clear. And also another day when Ronald was leaving Theresia in Orpheus Detective Agency for them to 'babysitting' her and her new friend, White.

Like always, she was reading White's book, while White is messing around with her 'toys'. He's really happy that Theresia always bring something new for him, a new toys that he never seen before, whether it's dolls, puzzle, cards... anything that he never seen and even touch. This time, Theresia bought a board game; it's called 'Snake and Ladder'. White was looking every single items inside the box and reading the small instruction about how to play this game. Theresia said she will teach him how to play the game after finishing the last chapter of the book.

While looking at the items there, sometimes, his eyes will wandering around to gazing at Theresia's face. It's makes his heart flutter and his face became flustered. Then he goes back to messing around with his new toys. Something caught his attention; small figures. He picks up the 5 figures of animal : a dog, a rabbit, a frog, an eagle, and a fish. He looks at the details of each animal's figure, when Theresia closed the book, "Okay, let's play. I'll teach you," She said while puts the book on the table. White is really excited to play this new game.

After some trial and error,the two of them finally play seriously. After White throw the dice, he moved his little figure (an eagle) according to the dice's number. After that, it's Theresia's turn. She moved her little figure (a rabbit) according to the dice's number. And so on until the two of them reached the end of the road. 3 more steps and 1 of them will win. It's Theresia's turn. She rolled the dice and throw them on the paper. The dice number is 1. Then it's White's turn. His number is 2. If Theresia can get 2 numbers, she won. But if White's get 1 more number, he won. But if they had more than that number, they need to go back to the square behind. Unfortunately, the 2 of them can't even finish the game because they always get more than their target.

And then, their 2 figures are on the same square. 1 more step and 1 of them won. Somehow, it's makes White thinking of something, when White was about to throw his dice, he spoke softly, "A prey and it's hunter was in the same spot," he said. Theresia's black iris now looking at him with confused expression, "So?" She asked. White sigh, making Theresia more confused. White spoke again, this time, his voice is more deeper than usual, "It's means that," He throw his dice, and he got 1 step. Before he moved, the slowly pushed Theresia's rabbit before he put his eagle on the 'Winner' square, "The hunter can eat the prey..." he then staring at Theresia with stern expression, one expression that Theresia never even see, "...just in one bite," and with that, White was pushing down Theresia to the floor while he's on top of her.

Theresia panicked. She doesn't know what to do, especially when she realize that White's grip on her wrist are quite hard, "...What... Are you doing ? Stop... It hurts..." She softly begs. White face was now an inches near to her face. He then spoke lowly, "...my prey..." But then he suddenly realize after he see a tear was dripping from her eye's corner. Not just that, he also see Theresia's scared face, he can feel that Theresia's are trembling. He then sits up, "I'm sorry! I... I don't..." White was panicked, as well as Theresia. The two of them didn't speak for about a minutes, until Theresia was also sitting up, "... That's... That's alright," she said with her low voice.

White wipe her tears from her eyes, "I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to hurt you... I... I just-" "That's alright, I mean... You don't even remember who you are so.... maybe you suddenly remember about something," somehow, it's not just making Theresia scared, but White himself was also terrified. Surprisingly, suddenly, Theresia is hugging him. Without hesitation, White hugging her back, "... I'm sorry..." He softly whisper.

#idv shitpost #eli clark shitposting #nekodroid shitpost #yumejo shitposting #yumejo rambles