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taggedmemes · 4 months

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SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART ONE

i think you're past the point of saving.

together we might survive.

get me out of this damn thing.

we have no time for stragglers.

do you intend to die for a stranger?

i thought that damn thing was going to be my coffin.

you keep dangerous company.

we can watch each other's backs along the way.

enough of this chatter.

who put you in charge?

i'll trust my own judgement.

a miracle, given everything you've been through.

it'll all be for nothing if you don't find help soon.

you're alive. i'm alive. how is this possible?

seems like we're the lucky ones, judging by all the corpses strewn about.

anything's an improvement on where we just came from.

'we'? you want to stay together?

we need each other.

i can't think of better company.

i wanted to thank you again.

you should be furious, shouldn't you?

kill it yourself — you look capable enough.

i was hoping for a kind soul.

let's try to keep that lovely neck of yours in one piece.

no need for this to get messy.

i need her alive.

and to think i was ready to decorate the ground with your innards.

please, allow me to introduce myself.

of course it'll turn me into a monster.

you should travel with me.

our odds are better together.

i was ready to go this alone.

maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea.

you seem like a useful person to know.

let's hope any future acquaintances don't hold a blade to your throat by way of introduction.

no harm in a little mystery.

conversation shouldn't be made, it should be grown.

maybe i'd like to get to know you better.

i'm usually better at this.

couldn't have phrased it more repellently myself.

you don't happen to be a cleric, by any chance? a doctor, surgeon? uncannily adroit with a knitting needle?

it's not exactly a common affliction.

a parasite shared is a parasite halved.

you're both twice as tall as me but have half the bloody backbone.

no point getting killed.

second worm gets the cheese and all.

nobody's getting any damn cheese.

she obviously sees your kindness as weakness.

don't let her take advantage.

a simply 'thank you' wouldn't go amiss.

your friends abandoned you.

i've got plenty of friends who aren't soft.

let's just hope she reserves those impulses for any common foes.

what a curious way to awaken.

what is the worth of a single mortal's life?

something the matter?

you must have thoughts about our little stowaways.

thinking about it won't help.

i suppose we'd go our separate ways — not a slight on your company, of course.

no reason for us to not stay together if we get on well.

if we do survive, we'll have separate lives to return to.

let's just say it's a very person, very private acquaintance.

you're not the kind of company i'd keep willingly.

perhaps i'll return the favor at some point.

she's delightful, in a very 'look at me twice and i'll dismember you' kind of way.

i understand much beyond your comprehension.

you'd do well to observe more and question less.

and they didn't cut you from navel to neck?

i am still getting used to people like you.

that large, fleshy nose of yours looks like a mistake.

best to keep quiet, lest any drivel leak from your lips.

i do not intend to stay long in this place.

may your actions express the same mettle.

anomalies lead to surprises.

what hasn't happened may yet come to pass.

not a collaboration i'd have anticipated.

can't you tell me something real about you?

i have a great respect for privacy, especially my own.

i have a very disciplined mind.

those tricks won't work on me.

please don't try that again unless i invite you to.

we meet again, as predicted.

care to explain why you're helping me?

what kind of services can a skeleton offer?

a monster forms inside us, and you care to be idle?

i knew your kind to be fragile.

don't you know an exhausted warrior is an ineffective one?

it's a thickheaded notion in a complex circumstance.

what were you two talking about?

if that was any of your business, we'd have called you over.

your business is mine.

we're entwined.

if we're to survive, we need to trust each other.

you seem reliable.

we're overdue some good fortune.

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aspenispoplar · 2 months

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Ok so here's my thoughts on dungeon meshi as a D&D party finally.

Okay so Laios and Falin's players (P!Laios & P!Falin) are actually brother and sister in real life. P!Laios got his sister to join him in the D&D game he was in. She was pretty shy and so wanted to make a healer character.

So their party plays the campaign for a while. Maybe a couple years or so. Mostly it doesn't have all that intense of a plot, but everyone's enjoying it.

Then in the dragon fight, Falin's player asks the DM if she can save Laios from the dragon's critical hit bite. The DM says sure but she only rolls like a 13, so the DM lets her save him by sacrificing her character, and she agrees.

Everyone's quite shaken up about it all, and to up the stakes the DM has the couple DMPCs/hirelings they had leave the party.

And now we get to the main focus of this headcanon. After P!Falin died, she wanted to make a new character, with a really different vibe from her old one, especially since she had gotten a lot more comfortable playing D&D now. In real life, she and P!Laios enjoy cooking together a lot, so she talked to the DM and P!Laios about it, and out came Senshi- P!Falin's new character!

P!Laios decides to try to help support P!Senshi's desire to focus more on cooking by taking out a book on monster cooking which he put in his inventory as a bit during character creation.

Basically it went like this

DM, (thinking to DMself: they're pretty overleveled now for the earlier layers of the dungeon, I should try and make it harder on them): so, you're running low on money. Even without the hirelings to pay, you need to sacrifice some of your expenses or sell some of your equipment to afford everything you lost.

P!Laios: Hey DM, how much do our rations cost? Because remember that meme book that I gave myself during character creation on cooking monsters?

DM: *very large sigh*

P!Senshi: *barely-restrained giddiness*

That's the main headcanon, but I also have other minor little headcanons about the other two player's characters.

Chilchuck's player has had some antagonistic DMs who loved torturing their players with traps in the past, so when they were told by the DM that the campaign was going to be "a pretty realistic dungeon crawl", P!Chilchuck decided to make the most roguey rogue of all rogues to ever rogue. They maxed out the trap-finding score to the point where the DM had to actually start including more traps for Chilchuck to feel a bit more useful, since the DM never actually planned on using very many traps in the campaign.

Marcille's player is a huge anime fan, and has made on-and-off jokes this whole time about the dungeon being some sort of bad isekai plot.

DM: Marcille, you feel a wet splash on the top of your head, only seconds before a slime drops on top of you.

P!Marcille: Oh? It's on my head? Is it suffocating me? Choking me perhaps...? Restraining me?

DM: Fuck you. Also you take 2 acid damage.

*everyone laughs at the DM's pain*

DM: There is a large plant monster in front of all of you

P!Marcille: Oh? Does it have vines? Like, tentacle-ish vines?

DM: You know what? It does now. It's rolls a 17 on grappling you. Have a good time with that.

P!Marcille: *waggles eyebrows* okay then

DM: I am going to hit you with my car covered in hammers rigged to explode multiple times and hammers go flying everywhere

While all of this is going on the DM is actually secretly very pleased to make a bunch of worldbuilding around the dungeon ecosystem and monsters and everything.

#yes im giving the DM (the DM/the DM's/DMself) pronouns no i will not apologize #the new characters that come in could just be new people #or maybe the “hirelings” (aka their earlier party members) weren't actually DMPCs at all and just took a short break from playing #before coming back with new characters #the DM is also having a good time actually starting to implement the plot they came up with a while ago into the story #(at least thats what i assume is going on with what we're hearing about that jester character who probably assasinated the king or whatever #dunmeshi #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #falin dungeon meshi #falin touden #falin #laios dungeon meshi #laios touden #laios #senshi dungeon meshi #senshi #chilchuck dungeon meshi #chilchuk tims #chilchuck #marcille dungeon meshi #marcille donato #marcille #my headcanons #d&d #dunmeshi as a dnd party

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spacebarbarianweird · 3 months

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ASTARION X IMMORTAL NECROMANCER I AM ACTUALLY BEGGING. SINCE THEYRE BOTH IMMORTAL AND HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE DEAD I THINK IT WOULD BE FUN!!!!!!!

Astarion x Necromancer!Durge

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Headcanons

You don't want to remember the past.

Whatever it was, it was only blood and gore in honor of Bhaal.

You don't want to do anything about it. It's not you anymore.

You have the right to be someone else, not your father's creation.

Just as Astarion has the right not to be an evil creature of the night.

You give up the profane gift of Bhaal, and he takes away your life.

The last thing you remember is Astarion's scream.

You awake, reborn and free.

Immortal. The champion of Jergal.

Astarion kneels beside you, his face red with tears. He says nothing, just embraces you, rocking you in his arms.

Years ago, Astarion prayed. He begged for mercy.

That someone would save him, that someone would help him.

Maybe Bhaal heard him after all and helped him in his own twisted way?

Sent him you?

You were both made for death and pain. Vampires are innately evil. Bhaalspawns are the chaos unleashed.

Two spawns. Two killers. Two doomed beings.

You have made your choice. Your path to the light is not a matter of morality or saving the world.

Your path to the light is the pursuit of freedom.

Astarion's freedom is to defy his master.

Your freedom is to defy Bhaal.

You leave Baldur's Gate hand in hand. Immortal and free.

Mostly you are being adventurers, but sometimes, usually after a century, you settle down together, trying to be normal people.

You don't know who you are, what you like, or what you want.

Astarion is constantly trying to help you relax, to give you something you have never had.

You do the same for him.

Your necromantic abilities have stayed with you, and you use them in your work as an adventurer.

In the end, you're an odd couple. Two anti-heroes. If you need to rescue a kidnapped princess, you don't expect a vampire and a necromancer to help you in that endeavor.

You both have nightmares.

Astarion remembers his past and you see horrible shades of past murders and wake up screaming and scratching your skin.

Sometimes the nightmares are so horrible that you run off into the forest reckless and wild, and Astarion has to search for you, risking his own life in the sunlight.

Of course, it's hard to live in harmony with each other. Sometimes you just piss each other off. Maybe once every two or three centuries.

Then you break up and drift apart.

Sooner or later (usually after a century or two) one of you gets lonely.

But how do you find an ancient vampire who is so good at pretending to be something he isn't?

How do you find Champion of the god of death?

You hire monster hunters to go in search of Astarion.

He hires spies.

You both tell them crazy stories. About how you're both dangerous and cruel, and that monster hunters shouldn't do anything stupid, but should let the clients deal with the targets.

The hunters expect bloodshed from you.

But instead, you throw yourselves into each other's arms like young lovers.

You start anew, as tender and passionate as you were at the beginning of your relationship, and give each other several more centuries of happy life together.

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thechekhov · 4 months

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Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts

Monster Tidbits: 3 & 4

Forgot to do this for some of them so I'm going back and getting the ones up through chapter 28

I read this tidbit and immediately went 'how close ARE squid and octopus phylogenetically?' And it turns out they're kinda close, but also. Vampire squids are closely related to octopods! Moreso than to other squids. That's neat!

Anyway.

The dungeon and its vast resources are really wasted on hack-n-slash adventurers. It feels like only Senshi really appreciates how much you can strip and use from such a large animal.

Though I suppose the ecosystem gets it in the end anyway so it's not a complete waste....

I'd forgotten Laios hates kraken lmao.

.................dude really pointed a sperm tube at his own face and shot a load at his forehead. Incredible. World's least sexy facial, confirmed. Congrats, Laios. That's the worst anyone's ever done it, buddy.

Chillchuck, you only live to be like, 40. Maybe stop trying to reinvent the wheel capitalism in your lifetime....

Meaning Chillchuck can live to be poor enough to travel with them another day! Hoorah!

...can this translator just not ever spell the word tentacles?

You don't need a brain to grow in good places. You just need to grow in good places and survive to have progeny that also favors good places to procreate and then-- ah, nevermind. Why am I explaining evolutionary pressure to a manga.

You did your best, buddy.

didn't you guys encounter mermaids? Or were those... sirens...?

hang on, what do you mean they die?!! Just from being the first one to hear it?!

Oh, wait, you mean like, they hear it and jump in first? Damn.

Ah, right, they're completely different species.

go, girl, get your calories.

.........how much mana can a dragon store, huh marcille. How much.

no need to brag....

need me that meme of a fat kitten that's full of milk, but make it Namari, full of mana.........

I was gonna say 'fluffy pitbull' but then I saw 'clever'.... ah, bully breeds. Braincells are in short supply.

GET. THAT. MAN. A. PUBBY.

Listen, you. Laios is a treasure, you hear me? He's a treasure. He's also way too much of a freak for you to reason with. Just leave him alone with his warg plans.

Bag of Holding MIGHT actually be the most broken thing there is. Hm.

THE BULLYING! WHO IS IT FOR?! WHY ARE YOU GANGING UP ON HIM

Laios: If I can't be THE MOST OBSESSED then what's even the point?

King shit. Absolutely pathetic meow meow. There is so much wrong with him.

#chekhov answers #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi liveblog #delicious in dungeon #chekhov reads dungeon meshi

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clockwayswrites · 1 year

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Like Betta Fish Do - Part 14

Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts.

WC: 2650 (Ch 11 when on ao3) cw: post pit rage effects, talks of violence, blood, unreliable narrator

Jason came back to himself with dried blood on his knuckles and dread pooling in his stomach.

It was still sluggish to try and focus on the world around him. At least he was still in his apartment and the blood seemed contained to his hands and a smear on his shirt. Small blessings.

(His front door had seen better days.)

Stumbling, he dragged himself to his feet and out from the corner he had tucked himself into. It took him a moment to balance himself against the wall before he could stagger his way to slump onto the couch. Every part of him hurt— joints burned with a muted fire. Great, flair of his chronic pain on top of the Pit Rage. He must have missed a dose. Which made sense. It had gotten dark out. Or had gotten dark again. He wasn’t sure how long had passed. His body ached like it had been at least a day, but he had less fog than multiple days in the Rage would have brought.

The way his phone flashed missed notifications at him made him hesitate to check the time.

He had scared Danny. He had almost hit Danny. He hadn’t— he managed not to do that. No, he’d just threatened him by punching the door next to him.

Fuck, the other was never going to want to be near him again.

And he’d be right not to.

It was a fucking miracle that Jason’s family even tolerated him, after everything he had done to Tim and Dick and even Bruce. After everything he’d done to other people. He’d been dangerous.

He was dangerous.

So much for the ectoshot fixing anything. He’d had a few good weeks and now was back to this? Maybe it wasn’t about his infectious core. Maybe it was just him. Maybe he was rotten to the core with or without the Pit Madness.

Maybe there was no fixing him.

Jason’s hands shook so badly as he picked up his phone that he almost dropped it.

A meme from Dick that Jason didn’t understand. An invite to lunch with him and Tim in text and then a missed call. Eight texts from Danny.

Danny Thur 3:24 PM:

I’m so sorry

What… what on earth was Danny sorry about?

Danny Thur 3:53 PM:

I should have left when you told me to

Let me know when you’re okay?

Danny 9:10 AM:

I don’t know how long these last?

Pls let me know when you’re alright.

Just whenever you can.

Danny 2:38 PM:

Jason?

Danny 2:39 PM:

I’m sorry

Jason stared down at his phone, not comprehending Danny’s messages. Why was Danny sorry? All he had done was show up and try to help. Jason was the one who was a monster responded badly.

He cradled his phone, typing mangled messages with trembling fingers that he deleted again and again and again. Ignorant of his cheek hitting the send button, Jason pressed the heels of his palms hard against this eyes to try and keep the tears back. He wasn’t going to cry, damn it.

Except that he was.

Everything from all the the last few years had been building up and up and up and then finally— finally! There had been hope that maybe he wouldn’t have to fight back his own mind all the time. And he’d ruined it.

And he had hurt Danny.

Couldn’t he at least stop hurting people he cared about?

His phone range, suddenly and loud where it was pressed against his cheek. He fumbled it as he jerked it away from his sensitive ears.

A small voice, tinny in the phone’s speaker from where he held it as far away as possible, called out. “Jason?”

Fuck.

“Jason? Are… are you there?”

Jason opened his mouth to reply only for the words not to come out. He cleared his throat and tried again as he thumbed the phone onto speaker. It was easier than having that noise pressed up against his ear right then. “Danny.”

“Oh thank the Ancients,” Danny exhaled. “Are you okay? Shit, sorry, that’s probably a stupid question. Is there anything that I can do for you?”

“What?” Jason croaked.

“I— look, I promise not to come over without your permission or try to come inside if you don’t want me there, but I can, I don’t know… I can bring food? I can leave it outside your door. Are you hungry? Or do you need bandages or I don’t know, something comforting?” Danny asked. Danny pleaded. His voice sounded thick with emotions.

“What?” Jason was confused. He was trying to follow, but he just didn’t get it.

“Please, I’m sorry Jason. I just want to help you. And you can tell me to just fuck off! And I will. But if you need anything—”

“What… what are you apologizing for? I’m the one who…”

“Don’t, Jason—”

“I almost hit you!” Jason keened, his breath stuttering.

“But you didn’t Jason. You didn’t,” Danny said. Again, Danny pleaded. “You tried to get me to leave. I’m the one that fucked up. You knew you weren’t in control. You told me to leave and I didn’t. I was trying to be… your savior or something instead of being your friend, and I’m sorry. I know how annoying that is. There were times when I needed my sister and all I got was a therapist. I should have known better than to pull the same stuff. I should have left when you asked. You were just trying to protect me. It doesn’t matter that you wouldn’t have been able to hurt me, not long term.”

“I don’t want to even hurt you for a moment, fish,” Jason admitted honestly, maybe too honestly. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the bloody spot on his door.

“I know. And this time, next time, any time going forward I’ll listen when you tell me to leave, Jason. I promise. I’ll let you keep me safe. But I… just, fuck, Jason. Let me keep you safe too?”

Jason bit down on his lip to keep in the whine that wanted to escape. His head felt like it was split in two and he just wanted… he just….

He just wanted Danny there.

He wanted Danny there with his cool touch and laughter and care.

“Promise,” Jason said, despite himself. “Promise again.”

“I promise Jason,” Danny answered instantly. “The instant you tell me to leave again, I’m gone. You can keep me safe. Just please—”

“Okay. Okay… I… you’d come over?”

“Already putting on my shoes. Do you want me to get food?”

“Something warm. Pho?”

“Pho I can do. I’ll get some Cha Gio too,” Danny said, as if it was just any other visit between them.

Maybe it could still be okay.

“Okay.”

“Okay. I’ll see you soon, Jason.”

“Sure, fish.” Jason said.

Please, Jason just wanted it to be okay.

He should get up and clean. Jason knew that. There were shards of a coffee cup scattered over his floor, tea long soaked into the rug. He felt the itch of dried blood and cuts on the bottom of his feet.

The dried blood on his knuckles flaked off as he rubbed at it.

He should get up and clean.

Instead, he let his head fall back against the back of his couch and focused on breathing.

Once it had come out— entirely against his will— that he would still have bouts of pain that lingered from his death, the family had insisted that Jason seek help. It hadn’t gone over well. He didn’t talk to them for almost a month.

It might have all been easier if he hadn’t blurted out the fact during yet another argument about his attitude. Damian had been picking at him again. And of course Dick had been nervously fretting off to the side, worrying over making the fight worse… or maybe just worrying over making Damian worse. And Bruce had been judging him for snapping back (he’s just a child, Jason) and Tim had all but disappeared to hide in the shadows where Cass was silently watching. Damian scoffed (and no one scoffed like Damian) that nothing had even gone wrong that night and Jason had just gone off.

He had shouted that nothing needed to go wrong when he could feel the aches in his bones from where the crowbar had shattered him. That he hadn’t even wanted to go on patrol that night— that he had said no. But then Dick had pried at him about needing to be there for the family so he had come. And the case was over why wouldn’t they just let him go home and stop with the stupid debrief. He hurt and he just wanted to go home.

And home wasn’t the manor.

As always, it was Dick that pulled him back to the family after giving him room to cool off. Conservation had been stilted and strained, Jason walking away from it more than once to flee the pitying looks of his family, but they’d finally gotten through talking and the piles of research that Tim had done (because of course he had). Bruce had even spoken about his own lingering pain from old injuries. All the effort by his family resulted in Jason speaking with a Justice League physician.

It didn’t give a lot of answers— not for someone revived from the dead and then dipped in Lazarus Pits— but he had medication to take, preventative and emergency, and techniques to help with the pain.

It was rarely enough, but it was something.

He had just finished pushing himself through gentle stretches of his arms when there was a knock at his door. Jason felt himself tense, undoing all the work he’d just done. It was effort to remember to breath.

Danny insisted on coming over. Danny didn’t hate him.

“Come in.”

In the reverse of the other night, Danny stepped through the door like it was nothing. He cradled a loaded plastic bag to his chest, almost curled around it, and a messenger bag hung off his back. He seemed to sag further when their eyes met.

“Oh Jason,” Danny breathed.

Jason wanted to say something, but he just couldn’t find the words. Instead, he watched helplessly as Danny skirted the shards of ceramic and made his way over. The food was abandoned on the coffee table as Danny sat down next to it.

Without a moment of hesitation, Danny reached out to brush Jason’s hair back, and Jason practically crumpled into the touch.

“I’m sorry—” Jason tried to say.

“Stop apologizing.”

“No. I tried to hit you.”

“You didn’t,” Danny insisted. He ran his hands through Jason’s hair again, making Jason shudder slightly. “We both know if you tried to hit me you would have actually hit me. You tried to scare me because I wasn’t listening to you and you were scared. You didn’t try to hit me, Jason. You didn’t hurt me and you didn’t try to hurt me. You’ve done worse when we were sparing. I’ve done worse when we were sparing, or have you forgotten I bit you?”

Jason let his eyes close at another brush through his hair. “Course not. It’s when I realized you were insane.”

“Really? Not until then? Damn, I would have thought my very first note would have gotten me there.”

He almost felt like laughing. Had he ever laughed to soon after a Pit episode? “Fine, correction: it’s when I realized you were feral.”

“That sounds more like it,” Danny agreed. He still hadn’t stopped running his fingers through Jason’s hair. They slid down a little to scratch lightly at Jason’s scalp.

Fuck that felt nice.

“So here’s what we’re going to do,” Danny said. “I’m going to check over your foot and hand, then you’re going to shower, then we’ll bandage up anything that needs it, and then we’ll eat. And we’re not going to apologize anymore. You’re sorry, I’m sorry, we’ve both said it. We’re just going to focus on getting you well. Got it?”

“Got it,” Jason rasped.

It turned out, Jason had ceramic shards stuck him his foot. That explained the itching at least. Danny was surprisingly competent and picking the chunks out with the tweezers before declaring that nothing needed stitches. By the time that Jason had run through the shower, dressed in the softest clothing he had, and taken both his regular and emergency medication, Danny had cleaned up the mess on the floor.

‘Pride and Prejudice’ was paused on the TV screen, Danny’s laptop set up close by to stream it.

The smell of lemon grass and broth was rich in the air.

“Sit so I can put the ointment on your cuts,” Danny said, motioning to the couch.

“They’ll be—”

“Sit.”

Jason sat.

Danny tucked a blanket around him that Jason was pretty certain wasn’t his, and grabbed a foot before Jason could protest again. Jason wisely kept his mouth shut and let Danny tend to the cuts and split knuckles. “Do you need anything for the pain.”

“Took something already,” Jason said. His voice was still an uncomfortable rasp.

Danny glanced at him, as if trying to see if that was true, before nodding. “Good. Do you have lap trays or anything to eat on?”

“Over behind the trunk under the windows.”

Danny nodded and got up to wash his hands. “I’m staying here tonight.”

“Danny—”

“If you really want me to leave, you tell me and I will. But otherwise I’m staying here tonight because I want to know you’re alright.”

Danny was worried. Now that he could think past himself, Jason could notice the tension in Danny’s thin frame. Jason swallowed thickly and gave a jerky nod. “Okay.”

“And when you’re up to it— tomorrow or the next day or later this week— we’re going to go somewhere and spar.

Jason felt confused. “We’ve spared.”

“We’ve tussled like humans. We’re going to spar and I’m going to show you that you don’t need to treat me like I’m breakable. That doesn’t change my promise. If next time this happens you tell me to go, I’ll still go, but you need to know that I’m capable of protecting myself from a lot worse than what you can do.”

“I’m dangerous.”

“You are,” Danny agreed easily as he grabbed the lap trays. “But with the powers I have in my ghost form, you’re no match for me.”

He set them down on the coffee table and paused. Jason could practically see Danny searching for the words to say. It took him until all the food had been placed on the two trays for Danny to find them.

“I know you’re strong, Jason. I’m going to assume you know how to use the weapons you’ve got on display too. When you get your core and your powers I’ve got no doubt you’ll be a powerhouse. Maybe you can rival me someday, who knows. Halfas are weird,” Danny said with a twitch of a shrug. “But I’ve been fighting ghosts and winning since I was fourteen. When I was sixteen my friend Tucker ran the numbers— he was pretty sure I could beat Superman. I’ve only gotten stronger.”

Something dark flashed across Danny’s face before it was gone again. “I’ll never be as strong as I could be, I refuse to take those steps, but I’m just going to get stronger as I my powers continue to grow. And they will— I’m still getting used to the ring and the crown. Which I guess it what it really comes down to. It always sorta fucking does these days.

“You’re not going to hurt me, not in any lasting way— not when I’m the ghost’s King.”

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AN: Danny you dramatic little fuck, that was NOT how this chapter was supposed to end! This was not the moment for your reveal. But noooooo. Sigh. The second half of this chapter took on a real life of its own. The pain talk wasn’t planned either. Oh boys. Guess next chapter they’ll have to talk about that bombshell!

Anywho. Recovery isn’t linear, and I wanted to show that with these last two chapters. Sorry(?) for the angst! Stay delightful, darlings.

Tag list of doom:

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#dp x dc #dead on main #dead on main ship #danny fenton/jason todd #like betta fish do

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calicobigamy · 7 months

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I can't be only one, right...?

I wanted to finish the game and then write this post but I gave up. I put in 100 plus hours and just could not go on once I got into act three. Maybe no one will hear my pitiful cry from the void, but I must scream for the sake of my sanity.

I was completely and utterly disappointed by Baldur's Gate 3.

It had huge maps like an open world game yet I had no desire to explore the settings despite their beauty. It had hours of dialogue as an RPG would and yet I found myself skipping characters' responses. The game mechanic structure was inspired by DnD, a story-telling game dictated by some rules, lucky rolls and the extent of players' imagination, yet I was strong-armed into fighting impossibly stacked battles. A story-telling game dependent on the players’ attachment to their and their teammates' characters and yet this game lacked any kind of narrative consistency or depth of feeling.

Larian wanted to make an open world RPG, based off of DND mechanics and somehow did the worst version of all three. The studio touts that Baldur’s Gate 3 has 17,000 possible endings and 2 million words, but to what end? What did this game have to say about what happens when people rise to the challenge and become heroes despite their circumstances or fall into the dark and become the monsters they were supposed to fight? What did it suggest might happen when fate deals you a bad hand but in doing so also helps you find true friends or love with the other? Ultimately, nothing.

BG3 is so large that it ends up being incoherent. No writing or game structure decisions were made to keep the narrative tight and on theme. It urges players to choose a moral alignment, but most decisions, good or bad, seem to end up having little effect in the end. To play the game at all you have to resort to save scumming and that in turn deflates the possible impact of so many plot points of the narrative overall.

Forcing players to save scum in order to progress through the game is terrible design in general. Statistically speaking the bosses make impossible critical hits again and again. I was playing in the game’s “casual mode” and found myself struggling to get through confrontations with bosses that were at a lower level than my own. If you are reading and thinking oh well you are probably not using tactics or spells well, etc., let’s do a little experiment…

Take your d20 (https://rolladie.net/roll-a-d20-die if you don’t have one in person). In the third act of BG3 I had an AC of 13 as a sorcerer with 100 plus HP. Roll your d20 ten times or more. How many times out of ten would your character have gotten to hit mine successfully? Unless an enemy is extremely lucky it should be unlikely that an enemy could hit my character every turn they get. And even if they do they would have to roll for damage which is only a single d6, d8, d10 or d12 plus a modifier at lower levels depending on your class. Again an enemy would have to have an extremely lucky roll to hit me every turn AND deal significant damage. During an in person DnD session that is just a bad night for my character. In a video game on casual mode that is significantly suspicious.

So what you might say. You've made and enjoyed the fanart, memes and etc. You got your $61 worth of playtime. So many other people were fine with the game, what is your problem?

I love video games. They blend so many artforms and tell stories in ways never done before. It is a medium unique to our current century and when historians look back they will view video games as an insight to our culture.

It frustrates me to no end that Baldur’s Gate 3 is considered the next gold standard. Too many games have done open world and RPGs in a fantasy setting far better for Larian (Swen Vincke) to have made the design and writing choices they did with BG3. There are so many podcasts and shows that have written better stories through the DnD format. I am embarrassed for the medium as an artist and frustrated as a player. Players and the industry deserve better than to have artists, actors, engineers etc. burn themselves out creating maximalist behemoths like this game. A game that is beautiful but basically unplayable, narratively, nihilistic and incoherent.

#bg3 spoilers #bg3 critical #long reads #long post

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lady-of-disdain · 4 months

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So I just wanted to give an update that chapter 21 is coming along slowly but surely. I'm struggling with a bit of writer's block, and also the pacing for the next chapter. It's either going to be one REALLY long chapter or two shorter chapters. We shall find out, but either way, you'll get it all pretty shortly.

For now, spite about something happening in the fandom has inspired me to write a 'Killer is trans' drabble (along with Moony's fantastic 'Skeletons are trans' post.)

So enjoy a silly drabble under the cut and fuck transphobes.

Most of the deep conversations you and Killer had were over meme origins, conversations about show plots, and videogame strategy. Not that you didn't enjoy these kinds of conversations, but at this point in your relationship you wondered if you were both supposed to be having those deeper, meaning-of-life types of conversations.

Cuddling on the couch one day you finally get to have one of those conversations. As Killer lays in your lap and you brush your nails gently over his cranial sutures you somehow end up down a very interesting, and enlightening train of thought.

"all skeletons are trans actually."

"I mean, aren't all skeletons basically the same guy?" you ask.

"well, yeah, i mean all the skeletons you've met are different variations of one guy, though there is also his brother and different variations of him as well, but beyond that skeletons, as a subspecies of monster, are all born genderless and transition to whichever gender they feel like as they grow."

You are beyond fascinated, and for once getting information about Killer and his various alternate forms across the multiverse so you nod along exhuberantly and motion for him to go on.

"i mean i guess you could say that about all monsters, though with skeletons it's a little more obvious because baby bones are just that - bones."

"So you woke up one day and decided 'boy'?" you ask.

"eh, kinda. i mean i always felt like a boy in some way, though i did go through a 'girl phase', but that felt more like trying it on before i settled. and gender is funny sometimes, even though i'm mostly happy where i am, sometimes i feel different."

"That sounds very similar to a lot of human experiences," you muse.

"i must admit i do look good in a dress," Killer adds smugly.

You still for a moment, suddenly picturing Killer in a red, sparkly dress. Definitely something Jessica Rabbit would wear. Maybe even with a pair of ecto-breasts to fill it out.

"spacing out over there bunny?" he interrupts your fantasizing with a knowing smirk, turning around in your lap to straddle your hips. "something on your mind?"

You feel a very nice pair of somethings pressing into your chest where Killer leans against you, and your face lights up. How is he always so good at reading your face?

#undertale #undertale fanfiction #undertale multiverse #utmv #killer sans #killer x reader #poor little meow meow #plmm

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i am going to do some advertising for my friend because i am losing my mind with joy. so a few months ago, i asked her about a commission, because i'm fully dedicating myself to the Wizard Shit. i sent her this picrew and pose mockup:

and merely asked for my wizardsona to be solidified beyond what's in my head.

the final product is better than i ever could have imagined.

i want you to zoom in on this shit. the glowy details. the hair. the robe. the meme glyphs. this goes so far beyond what i was expecting and i don't think i could ever part with this perfect, perfect portrait.

maybe you like it, too! hopefully! maybe you should follow her @theraeboop on twitter and instagram! or go to her ko-fi and look at her mime girl drawings!

she also streams her art and also monster hunter!

i dunno, i'm just extremely satisfied. she went above and beyond with this piece and i want to make sure she gets eyeballs on her work.

#art #wizard #wizardposting #wizardsona #8 ball #magic 8 ball #space #stars #advertisement #to be very clear #she didn't ask me to do this #i'm just so happy that i NEED to post about it or i'll start screaming #also word of advice: always tip your artists

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nyashykyunnie · 11 months

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I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR JINWOO HC LIKE PLEASE FEED US MORE🥺🥺😭

We all know by now that jinwoo is a family man. He can cook, clean, offer kisses and cuddles and he can protecc so how about some cute domestic hcs about him and his fem/gn s/o after he regressed. Like maybe a highschool sweethearts kinda thing? Or they end up married having a kid or something

Never forget to take care of yourself,lovely~

a/n: tysm annonniiee!! I'm sorry for disappearing I'm quite busy with ai husbands—(Jinwoo specifically) and well I had a medical and doing some requirements!!! I'm also doing some animation meme frames so wheezE.

Malewife! Sung Jinwoo x Gn! Reader : High school Love!!!

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

﹢　˖ 　✦ ¸ .　﹢　 ° 　¸. ° ˖ ･ ·̩　　｡　☆. 　﹢　˖ 　✦ ¸ .

You guys know that pinterest perfect boyfriend wearing dark clothes and hoodies? Yeah, that's our man<3

He's that type of boyfriend that leans down to tie your shoelaces.

He's that type of lover who picks you off of your feet when you;re tired.

Weekly dates in the mall or park, or just the both of you watching some movies at home sprawled all over eachother and eating some junk food (Let's be fair you're the one who's really sprawled all over him while he's just sitting there quietly and nomming on the popcorn)

He's like so calm all the time its irritating.

Not to mention the malewife side of him? Who's willing to bet hes the type of bf who brings homemade food he cooked for you two eat during recess and lunch? Me. I'll bet my soul he does.

When you mentioned you like his cooking he just raised his eyebrow and went "Oh."

Yeah, he just said that, he really doesn't know how to react but if it makes you happy— Then he'll always cook you meals.

And cook he does.

Oh but of course we can't forget that one of his skills as the malewife also includes his cleaning skills!

The first thing he does when he visits your home is to clean some dirt off or arrange some scarttered belongings. You try to stop him but he just picks you up and puts you on his shoulder as he continues to clean.

Jinwoo prefers this kinf of peace, snuggling, cleaning, cooking and teasing you— He couldn't ask for more.

He loves walking to school with you beside him, he adores you so much.

Jinwoo's touches are subtle when you're both outside, he's not too much on pda since he prefers them behind close doors.

He's quiet when it's just the both of you.

Well, he is not much of a talker in the first place anyway.

Jinwoo prefers that he listens to you ramble whatever you're talking about anywa.

He's behind you with his strong arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried on your shoulder or if he feels more touchy he snuggles into the crook of your neck.

If Jinwoo feels a little playful he'll plant soft kisses into your neck and continue to pepper you until he reaches your ear to your cheek and to the corner of your eye.

He'll chuckle cutely whatever your reaction is.

His warm, black eyes glinting lovingly at you while he chuckles cutely.

Oh also if he's already in the proper age to drive and own a car? You bet that he'll make you his passenger princess, sweetheart<33

No you're not allowed to open the door sit back down babe he'll go out and do it for you.

You're also not allowed to buckle your own seatbelt

When school is not too demanding or you want to take your mind off of things, Jinwoo will take you to midnight drives and even have your favourite comfort food prepared when he picks you up.

Jinwoo prefers this type of life.

Quiet, downtimes and snuggles spent with you.

He wouldn't trade it for the world.

The life of fighting wars, killing monsters— It's all so exhausting and mentally draining.

This type of life with you... He cherishes it so much so.

Oh, and one last thing before this headcanon blog ends—

Jinwoo has been planning your marriage from the start.

#solo leveling x reader #sung jinwoo #solo leveling headcanons #sung jinwoo x gn reader #sung jin woo headcanons #solo leveling #sung jinwoo hcs

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sybaritick · 5 months

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durgetash fic recs 🔪⚙️

i love durgetash. i love evil/evil power couples. i love the drama and the religious guilt and the self-recognition through the other (derogatory) and the insane definitely-not-safe-sane-and-consensual kink.

for this reason, i have read several hundred durgetash fics on ao3. here is a non-exhaustive list of my favorites!

all of the recs will be marked with pronouns, race, and genitals (when relevant) of the durge for your convenience

An Obedient Butcher, A Beast On A Leash by NeverwinterThistle

durge notes: og/white dragonborn dark urge (my favorite!!), he/him with dick

E / 4.8k / sadism and masochism, choking, frottage and grinding / complete

The room was warm. It smelt strongly of skin; overheated, overcrowded, overscented to hide sweat. Fill for this prompt on the Baldur's Gate kink meme: Gortash and the Durge are lovers, but due to the strict orders of tyranny in all things that Bane requires, Gortash is not allowed to bottom, on pain of retribution or revocation of Chosen status from his god. And, well, maybe Gortash really wants to. What might their sex look like with such a restriction? How do they deal?

this author has done multiple incredibly good durgetash fics but this is definitely one of my favorites. the dynamic and push-and-pull between them is excellent, and you can tell they truly do respect each other in a sense, despite being godawful people. they glory in their empire of blood and that's so much fun. and of course, the kink in this one is delicious... yknow, every time i do fic recs i have the impulse to share things no one needs to know about my personal life for at least a couple of them, but you know what, maybe i can keep it to myself just this once. but the point is the way gortash wants to let durge tear his ass up but can't is incredibly hot, and i particularly like that gortash essentially considers it an outdated religious restriction... that bottoming is not actually indicative of True Submission in the way Banites are told to believe it does.

lose the halo, don't need to resist by @lamortactuallywrites

durge notes: they/them half-orc with dick :)

E / 7.0k words / bondage, orgasm delay/edging, kink negotiation / complete

There is no absolution to be found here. They wonder if their father is watching, if Bane is watching, if they will each know the wrath of their gods before the night is through. Yet somehow, with blood drying tacky on their hand, bruises pressed deep into their flesh, and his mouth hot around them like he was made for this, it feels private. Protected.

i adore the kink negotiation in this. gortash is such a jackass (affectionate)... and once they're in it, durge snapping back like an angry dog, struggling so beautifully, when they're too tied up to really fight back is hot. someone insulting you so desperately because in reality they know they're not the one in control is. extremely hot. like "come on tell me more about what a monster i am while you're tied up begging for me to touch you" ygm??? read the fic it's good.

Mutual Manipulations by fermiparadox

durge notes: he/him drow with dick

E / 3.1k words / hate sex, power dynamics, handjobs / complete

Bloodlust is its own kind of aphrodisiac.

i love the characterization of both Durge and Gortash in this one-- resplendently awful. and considerably less trusting of each other, in a way that's very enjoyable. this is absolutely hate sex, and done very well... Gortash wants to subjugate Durge and keep him on a leash, and Durge wants to murder him violently. beautiful!

Marsember Syrah by say_lene

durge notes: she/her with pussy

E / 5.7k words / dom/sub, [consensual] mind control, power dynamics / complete

After a successful operation in the High House of Wonders, Bhaal's Chosen and Bane's express their admiration for each other. It is, predictably, very tense. “Ah, so you’re concerned for my wellbeing,” he said – calm, even as a thin trickle of blood rolled down his neck. “You needn’t be. Our masters commanded us to cooperate, after all, and in suffering me to live, Bhaal opens the door to veritable rivers of blood. You know him better than I, of course, but surely even the Lord of Murder can see the value of delayed gratification.”

this author has done multiple incredibly good durgetash fics, but this one is my favorite. i love the way they characterize gortash. anyway, normally, being the mind control/brainwashing/hypnosis/etc fetishist i am, i would barely have anything to say about this other than "read this for the mind control descriptions they're so hot that i've read this fic at least four times." (which i have). however not only is that hot but everything else is *also* extremely hot, and well written/well paced. particularly the way gortash "offers" durge lesser banites to kill, and how she enjoys it so, despite not quite wanting to just let him hand-feed her like that yknow... very tasty.

Yank of the Leash by BlueCloverInGreen

durge notes: he/him with dick

E / 28.2k words / dom/sub, grooming, noncon and dubcon / complete

Many, many potential triggers. Please read the tags carefully. I will also post specific tags before each chapter. This is a work in progress and my first project. Critique is welcomed and appreciated. Not beta read.

definitely do mind the trigger tags on this one, as the summary mentions, but it's a great guilty pleasure-- and by guilty i mean you'll feel something for finding it hot considering how dark it is, especially with regards to the grooming aspect. i can read some very gory fics, noncon, heavy kink, etc and not question how into it i am, but this fic?? this fic made me feel guilty and uncomfortable and that's a compliment. it definitely gave me the sense "yeah, Gortash would want it like this"

Knowing by @chocolatecatcupcakecheese

durge notes: they/them

E / 3.4k words / power dynamics, cunnilingus, bondage / complete

“What were we to one another?” Tav asks at last. “We were allies before,” Gortash says. “We—” “Allies?” Tav interrupts, sing-song with insinuation. Gortash takes a slow, steadying breath against the echo of desire. That teasing tone of voice is so damnably familiar. “Yes.” His voice emerges lower than he intends. Tav laughs, a single exhaled note of contempt. Gortash steels himself and does not move away when they step closer, close enough to share the same breath. “Is that all?”

oh hey, gortash is trans in this!! that's definitely a favorite headcanon of mine. and it's totally for story-based reasons only (he's so transhumanist cmon) and not because i am also transmasc and also have several power-hungry techbro sellout things wrong with me. anyway, the way they talk to each other in this is *so* fun... their dynamic-- and their foreplay and dirty talk (which for a normal couple would perhaps not qualify as dirty talk) is great.

ménage à quatre by isolasea

durge notes: second person (you) with pussy

E / 2.9k words / power dynamics, BDSM, dubious consent / complete

Your Urge and his Hand, on each side of your mind and body, pulling you apart. Or, Gortash: [fucks like a tyrannical despot] Durge: [surprised pikachu meme face]

this fic is so much fun for the d/s power kink stuff and it also has some excellent lines wrt gortash's obsession with control. i mean right at the beginning even, “All murder and no play in the Church of Bhaal?” that and gortash trying to put another finger in durge even while he's fucking them and they're barely taking it as it is-- it's so greedy and so very fitting for him.

#bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #durgetash #enver gortash #cal txt #fandom

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