#monopoly token madness

[rosiesramblings]

Oh What a Tangled Web We Weave

Fandom (shocking absolutely no one): Stranger Things, Steddie

WC: 1.2k

A/N: Cranked this out today :) I hope y'all enjoy. I'd like to dedicate this to @fickle-tiction I can't afford a ring so please accept this fic as a token of my love /lh /j I apologize for the frankly excessive use of italics lol.

Eddie didn’t really notice at first. He was so swept up in the absolute whirlwind that was dating Steve Harrington that he didn’t notice anything weird at all.

However, after a few months of dating, after many many (many) hours of kissing and cuddling and touching and mapping out the former King of Hawkins High, he could no longer deny it.

Steve freaked out when Eddie touched his thighs.

The first time Eddie was aware that something was off, they were driving to Hellfire together. Steve in the passenger seat, only white-knuckling the armrests a little bit at Eddie’s driving. Eddie took one hand off the wheel and rested it on Steve’s thigh, in an attempt to be as close to his boyfriend as physically possible.

For a moment, Eddie kept up his mindless chatter. However, when Steve stopped adding little noises to show that he was listening, Eddie glanced at him.

“Stevie? You with me?” 

“Yup,” Steve said, almost an octave higher than his normal voice, back ramrod straight and face red.

Eddie took in his boyfriend’s body language and quickly retracted his hand. “Sweetheart, if you’re ever uncomfortable with something I do, I need you to tell me.”

“No! That’s not what’s happening here, not at all,” Steve rushed to reassure him, grabbing his hand and interlacing their fingers.

They pulled up to the Wheeler’s house, and Eddie shook off the feeling that Steve wasn’t being completely truthful with him. “Okay, baby, but promise me you will tell me if I ever cross a line?”

Steve muttered something about having had Eddie up his ass probably demolished any lines that were ever between them, but Eddie raised an eyebrow and Steve promised to let him know if he ever did anything he was uncomfortable with.

The second time it happened, they were mid makeout. Eddie had Steve pinned against the wall, and tried to do that thing where he lifted the man up off the ground by his thighs. Key word: tried. Steve immediately froze, stopped responding to Eddie’s advances and even stopped breathing.

Concerned, Eddie immediately set him back on the floor and stepped back to give him space. “Hey, breathe, baby. Just breathe. You’re ok.”

But rather than Steve on the verge of a panic attack, which he expected, he was met with that embarrassed flush on his face. He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, before clearing his throat and calling out a “sorry.”

“I wish I knew what you were apologizing for, honey,” Eddie said, still concerned but confused as well.

“...Got lost in my head,” Steve mumbled after a moment. “Want to watch a movie? I stole Labyrinth from Family Video.”

Eddie squinted at Steve, trying to piece him together. He couldn’t figure him out. Finally, he relented. “You have popcorn?”

“Obviously.”

The third time it happened, Eddie couldn’t keep his mouth shut. For a moment, he forgot that they weren’t alone, in fact were in the middle of game night, surrounded by the rest of the “older kids” in their little world-saving posse. 

In the middle of Monopoly (a game he was absolute shit at, by the way) Eddie absentmindedly leaned against Steve, bracing himself on Steve’s thigh.

Just like clockwork, Steve stiffened. Eddie caught on quickly, and without thinking, sprung up from his previously relaxed position.

“Okay, I’m sorry, but we are going to talk about this,” Eddie said, facing his boyfriend, who suddenly looked extremely guilty. “Stevie, baby, if you don’t want me touching you, if I’m making you uncomfortable, I need to know. I’m not going to be mad, or upset, or whatever it is you think I’m going to be, but relationships are based on fucking trust, and I need to be able to trust that you will tell me when something's wrong.”

Steve rubbed a tired hand over his eyes, face once again burning. “... It’s not that, Eds. I promise.”

“Then what the fuck is it?” Eddie asked disbelievingly.

Suddenly, hysterical laughter rang out. Eddie and Steve turned to face Nancy goddamn Wheeler, who was laughing like Eddie had just told the funniest joke she’d ever heard.

Steve’s face, impossibly, got redder. “Shut up, Nance,” he mumbled.

Nancy wiped the tears from her eyes. “You’re telling me he doesn’t know yet? How the hell did you pull that off? I think I found out within two days of us dating.”

“Yeah, well, the Steve Harrington that you dated hadn’t been through a Russian interrogation yet,” Steve snarked back. “It definitely... gave me a better poker face”

“Christ on a crutch, what the fuck are we talking about?” Eddie was this close to pulling out his own hair.

Steve squirmed where he was sitting, hand coming up once again to cover his eyes. “I’m sorry, Eds, it’s just… “ he made a noise at the back of his throat that was almost a whine. “I’m like… really ticklish ok?”

“... What.”

Steve huffed out a despairing breath. “It’s the worst on my thighs, and I know you, Eddie Munson. I knew the second you found out, I’d never fucking know peace again, so I tried to just… power through it whenever you touched me. I didn’t mean for you to think you were the problem,” Steve peered up at him guiltily.

Eddie blinked. Processing.

“I still don’t know how you managed to hide it for months,” Nancy giggled. “You two are way more touchy than we ever were.”

Steve looked at Nancy with a glare. “Eds doesn’t have your nails, Nance, Jesus ChriHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIST.” His retort ended with what could only be described as a scream-laugh. All eyes in the room snapped down to where Eddie was now mercilessly kneading his thighs, just above his knees.

“You’re telling me, you let me think that you had a problem with me touching you, for months,” Eddie squeezed harshly, “Because you didn’t want to get tickled?”

“OHOHOHMYGOD, Eddie plehehehheehehehease,” Steve was begging already, shaking his head back and forth and making his hair flop into his face.

Eddie couldn’t keep up the pissed-off charade for long, though. Steve was just too fucking cute. He lightened his touches and started climbing higher, laughing when Steve cackled desperately.

“Don’t you ‘Eddie, please,’ me,” he said. “I have been agonizing over this for ages. You deserve this and more, asshole.”

“Ihihihihihi’m sohohohoOHOHOHOHRRY,” Steve called out, tears trickling down the sides of his face.

“Yeah, you’re gonna be, by the time I’m fucking through with you,” Eddie muttered.

“Don’t kill him, Eddie,” Robin, of all people, spoke up in Steve’s defense. “I need my job buddy.”

Eddie gave one last squeeze to Steve’s legs before letting go, noticing Steve’s face was a little too red for comfort. “You’re lucky you’ve got Buckley in your corner,” Eddie said, still playfully angry.

Steve rolled to one side and curled up, still laughing. “Fuhuhuhuhuhuck, Eds. Yohohou trying to kihihihihihill mehehehe?”

“I’m so not sorry, baby,” Eddie said, tossing his hair dramatically over his shoulder. “Actions have consequences.”

Steve held up his middle finger in response. Eddie laughed and shook his head.

“You were right, though, Stevie.”

“Whahahat?”

“You’re never going to know peace again.”

“Gohohoddammit.”

#stranger things #stranger things fic #tickle fic #steddie #tickling #tfb community #eddie munson fluff #ler!eddie munson #sorry the tickling is kind of short #I am starting to understand everyone's distaste for writing tickle scenes lol

[revscarecrow]

Rev I found a big local table top gaming store near me I never new existed and im so excited. I’m gonna go check it out next weekend and try to make some new friends or find some new games to get into. Got any (non warhammer) suggestions?

Azul Summer Pavillion: fun and fairly easy to grasp if the only board games you've played are monopoly etc. It's about putting tiles down to make a nice patio. It's very pretty. It's Tildes favorite.

Splendor: it's an "engine building" game which basically means it plays a bit like cookie clicker. The tokens make nice clacky sounds.

Gloom: Competitive family trama is now fun for kids of all ages. Its neat cause its a card game that uses see through cards to allow for really neat gameplay involving stacking cards on top of each other and only the visible bits are in play. The most depressed family that all died wins.

Werewolf: Among us.

Kill Team: it's technically not warhammer 40k but it's in the same universe... with the same models... err

Car Wars: It's like warhammer but they expect you to buy Hotwheels and glue guns and shit on it so it looks like a mad max car.

[paradoxcase]

@racefortheironthrone:

It's complicated. New Rho was formerly under control of the Empire, but there has been something of an uprising against Imperial control and the Cohort is now confined to a single outpost. BOE is involved in this uprising, but it doesn't have a monopoly on force either: there's multiple militia groups and mercenary outfits and the old civic government which has a corrupt and violent police force as well. BOE sells them guns, but it doesn't get along with all of them.

Similarly, a lot of the executions are being done by locals acting on their own, who share the BOE's feelings about necromancers and the Empire, but who see the BOE as *too soft* on necromancers, not really committed to the cause.

As to to whether "the Nine Houses losing the planet would be a pretty big event," my impression is that it depends on how important the planet is. Moreover, the Empire tends to take a really long-term view - because of how necromancy works, the Empire gets stronger the longer conflicts go on for, and because John Gaius and the Lyctors are immortal and planets will flip eventually, they can wait out their opponents a lot of the time.

I see. When I say that them losing the planet would be a big event, I mean to the people living there, not to the Nine Houses. I'm sure they probably gain and lose planets all the time, but if these people have been living under the Nine Houses for some time and now suddenly aren't, that's a big change for them, but none of the people seem to be talking about it

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess:

Yeah, the BoE is just one of many militias, and not everyone even wants the Houses gone, because the Houses instilled order. The timeline is also not clear. I THINK the Empire left when the RB showed up a few months before, leaving behind a token force of people slowly going insane in the barracks.

There will be reference later to the Houses giving up a planet and then coming to take it back when it thinks it can get something from it.

But if they left voluntarily, why leave the barracks behind? Also, if just being on the planet currently would drive necromancers mad, then surely that would also be affecting Palamedes?

#the locked tomb #racefortheironthrone #wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess

[pterygoidwalk]

I think Jean got exiled to the couch exactly once and it was because he cheated at monopoly

was it cheating or was it just not caring enough about the rules to play properly and when he started losing he got apathetic and claimed that his dog token pissing on property squares counts as buying them "to a dog."

so kim ran over his dog token with his racecar token and they both went to bed mad. because kim didnt get to win properly and jean had to think about his dog getting run over.

#jean would have liked the horse and rider token but harry took it

[tnpx]

Post loading: 10/5/2002 stand by for edits 💬 #xanga 👨🏾‍💻 #dialup 📠

20 years ago today I got my first cell phone at the 7/11 at Calvert St. and Connecticut Ave in Cleveland park. I was mad late. A chick I went back to the Capitol Hill Day School sandbox with already had that silver sprint flip phone with the outside screen the size of a 37¢ stamp. (THAT WAS EXPENSIVE! Grandma used to send me to CVS with EXACT CHANGE to get stamps for Uncle Dewey's care packages. 🤫 He wasn't at summer camp. And he wasn't my only great Uncle in prison. Fuck Reagan.)

Blue nokia with the snake. NO TEXTS, NO BREAKS. (For real, you had to throw that birch on concrete to make the battery pop out. I used to flex my minutes. So ice-ayyye...)

They told us to duck and zig zag at the bus stop. The original Dab. We with our LLBean and Rolly backpacks, keeping up with the Kardashians who Took New York Ave and made it 🤢"nOmA"🤮.. riding the 90s and Xs on half-off student tokens (the only thing we were allowed to buy at the crook store) from McLean Gardens to Connecticut Ave. Monopoly is not just a board game at KB Toys, Y'all. On Capitol Hill, Social was the only Capitol that made bank. My Tiffany's bracelet was always Second Prize. Modell was our fiercest competition..

But I regress 🥄👶🏾

Lee Boyd Malvo was a child. If you take his life, without parole, for multiple sentences, that makes s 37 teenager with no way to phone home or even make a friend. They took anythingWikipedia him because it's but 2002 anymore, Wikipedia is reliable, and if you reaching for abolitionist panties then staying here may convince you not even Red Onion VA Supermax villains deserve a life of death. On whatever g_d you don't believe in.

Y'all too quick to Marvolo this dude, trust me. I'm a fucking sylther*n.

The Capitol 🏛️ (not the DMV 🦀🔨They are not the same. The whitest house is in a zipcode in chocolate city 🍫 🌆 My City 🏢 Penn Ave is the Red Line even when freedom skips a state

[dualredundancy]

In this week's episode David and Kyle discuss the winners of the 69th Writers Guild Awards (1:45) and of the 59th Grammy Awards (13:25). They also discuss Katy Perry’s unique song release strategy (17:35), Monopoly’s token voting contest (21:30) and how a film used fake news for promotion (29:25). Finally, we review the series premieres of Big Little Lies (36:45) and Crashing (48:40).

http://www.dualredundancy.com/2017/02/podcast-episode-158-big-little-lies-and.html

#writers guild #writers guild of america #wga awards #grammys #grammy awards #katy perry #beyonce #adele #monopoly #monopoly token madness #fake news #a cure for wellness #big little lies #crashing #big little lies podcast #big little lies review #big little lies premiere #crashing podcast #crashing review #crashing premiere #pete holmes #big little lies pilot #crashing pilot #crashing 1x01 #big little lies 1x01

[smells-like-mettaton]

If your still taking ficlet requests, mayhaps 45 with soriel?

Settlers of Catan

Rating: G Word Count: 1106 Prompt: "under the influence" - I took a pretty different route with it, hope you still like it! Read on AO3: here

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“No! Sans, don’t fall prey to her conniving influence!” Papyrus said as Sans prepared to trade his wheat card for one of Toriel’s brick cards.

“I’m just trying to build a road, bro.” Sans gestured to the edge of the Catan board, where his lonely blue settlement had nearly been cut off by Frisk’s orange ones. It didn’t help that Sans had built on a brick port, only for eights to never be rolled. He was gonna have to resort to loading the die at this rate.

“I have only as many points as you do, Papyrus,” Toriel said innocently. “If anyone is ���conniving’ here, it is my child.”

Frisk grinned widely at that. Sans was pretty sure Toriel was letting Frisk win, but it was still sweet to see them having such a good time.

Even if he was going to come back and totally crush them.

“I still have a bad feeling about this,” Papyrus grumbled, peering suspiciously over the top of his cards.

“Welp, unless you’ve got a brick for me, I’ve gotta take her deal.”

“Fine, but I will be telling you I told you so!”

Sans shrugged and completed the trade, built his two roads, and passed the dice along to Toriel.

After rolling (a four) and collecting her resources (two ore), she began laying down combinations of cards in rapid succession.

“Woah.” Sans’s sockets widened. He needed to take Toriel to poker night—she’d had twice the amount of cards he’d thought she had. Having giant paws probably helped hide them, but he had no doubt it was intentional.

“Two cities,” she said with a hint of smugness. “You really should listen to your brother, Sans.”

“I told you so.” Papyrus sounded even more self-satisfied, despite the fact that she had completely surpassed his score with that move.

“Geez.” Sans shook his head while Toriel replaced two white settlements with cities. That would double the amount of ore she got every time a four was rolled.

Which was distinctly more often than it should be. Had someone else loaded the dice? If Toriel had gravity magic like him, he would’ve bet on it.

“I’ve got a long road ahead of me to catch up now,” he joked, though his eyelights searched for a weakness in her strategy. He sure wouldn’t be trading with her again anytime soon. Much as he adored her smug look, there was no room for sentimentality in Settlers of Catan.

“You wish you had a long road,” Frisk signed, then held up their Longest Road card, which they’d earned for connecting their settlements across the board.

“Hey, settle down. It’s road to rub it in.”

“Oh, stop complaining and grab your sheep!” Papyrus said. He’d already rolled a five, which did in fact earn Sans a sheep.

“Thanks for sheeping track for me.” Sans winked.

“Ugh!! Just for that, I’m using my knight on you!” Papyrus flipped over a hidden card that allowed him to block and steal one of Sans’s resources.

“You sure you don’t want to use it on Tori? She’s the one who’s kicking our pelvises.”

Papyrus squinted, his skull swiveling between Sans and Toriel. Toriel sat with her hands primly in her lap, her poker face revealing nothing.

Sans started to sweat. Would sibling rivalry win out over Papyrus’s own logic? It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Nyeh… fine! Miss Toriel, I must steal from you! It is nothing personal, just the most rational move for a master puzzler such as myself!”

“Of course.” Toriel smiled, then help up her empty hands. “However, I spent the last of my resources on my last turn. I am afraid I have nothing to give you.”

Papyrus’s jaw dropped. “How did I… well, I can still block your dastardly ore mine! So! It is still a victory for the Great Papyrus! Nyeh heh heh!!”

Sans hadn’t noticed that Toriel was out of cards, either. He watched her closely from then on, making sure she wasn’t hiding any inside the thick sleeves of her sweater.

“See something you like?” Toriel’s voice was innocent, though her quick wink was anything but. Heat broke out across his face.

“Your wheat,” he said, flipping over a hidden monopoly card, which allowed him to take all of one type of resource. “Hand it over, swheaty.”

With a bark of laughter, she slid him two wheat cards. Papyrus grumbled and forked over his three wheat, and Frisk tossed a couple as well.

There was only one problem. Distracted by Toriel’s wink, Sans hadn’t examined his own cards closely enough. He couldn’t do anything with seven wheat. He’d meant to ask for brick.

(He blamed the fact that the wheat pun had been too good to pass up.)

Frisk’s presence stopped him from cursing under his breath, but he still glared a hole in his cards. If he traded in enough wheat…

He made a few inefficient exchanges of resources. By the end of it, he could at least build one settlement. It wasn’t much compared to Toriel’s empire or even Frisk’s transcontinental road, but it was something.

“That was rather anticlimactic,” Papyrus noted.

“The workings of my mind are unknowable,”Sans bluffed with a straight face. Then he passed Toriel the dice. “Just roll with it.”

Papyrus had been the one to organize the “Family Game Night,” but regret was etched into his expression.

“Next Family Game Night will be at the bowling alley,” he told Sans. “That way, I can roll you!”

Sans grinned. “Cool. I’m sure we’ll have a bowling ball.”

“UGH!!”

A few more anticlimactic turns passed before the dice returned to Sans. He rolled a seven, forcing him to move the blocking token off of Toriel’s ore factory.

That was fine. What were the odds that another four would—

Okay. Sans should definitely leave the betting to someone else for a while. Preferably Toriel, with the way her luck was running tonight.

Between her cities and ports, she was able to trade in enough ore to build several roads, taking the Longest Road away from Frisk.

“Betrayed by a mother! How cruel!” Papyrus gasped as Frisk glared at their mom.

“All is fair in love and Catan, is it not?” She smiled at them. “That is my tenth point. It has been a pleasure ‘owning’ you all.”

Frisk stuck out their tongue, and Papyrus groaned—though that was probably at her joke more than at the fact that he lost. Sans couldn’t bring himself to be mad, though. That look on Toriel’s face as all her cards fell into place…

Yeah, Sans was ‘owned,’ alright.

#fic tag #tali writes #soriel #prompt requests #safeutdr #ive been wanting to write a fic where the fam plays settlers of catan for a while now #i hope you dont mind squarefriend

[unbidden-yidden]

Hiya, your pinned post said to introduce if you’re a new follower -

I followed after seeing you had liked my response on that insanely long Catholic post. I appreciated the takes you had earlier in that chain and the nuanced view of religion that wasn't based in proselytizing. Also mad appreciation for other observant queer folk esp observant nonbinary people.

And I feel like I should probably say this out the gate even though it's obvious - but I am Catholic.

I have a deep respect for the Jewish faith and people. (As much as I can from the outside of course, and without belaboring you with too much backstory) Where I live the shared view of Catholics here is that Catholicism and Judaism share a familial connection of faith through shared beliefs and value of tradition, and should be loved and respected as family. I'm aware that can be a loaded viewpoint, and I'm not trying to be weird, but like, I'm super interested in hearing more of your theology points, and I have -1000 interest in debating 'what religion is correct' nonsense or trying to convert or preach. That's a waste of everyone's time and an incredible disrespect to the followers of beautiful religions several millenia old.

My issues where I jump in are with people misrepresenting and twisting Catholicism and evangelicals/fundamentalists trying to spread hate and division, because that's definitely not what God is about. By the same token I also have a really deep knowledge of the Catholic catechism, and while I stay off like, joke questions and posts, when someone's looking for the actual canon answer I'm super happy to share it or give resources to find it.

All that aside 95% of what I post isn't religious and like I said, super excited to hear your takes, and if you have anything you want to say to me re:above or if you'd rather I DNI, lmk, or if you ever need to @ a Catholic for a take on something I'd be glad to toss in info. :)

Hope you're having a great week :)

Hi!! You are definitely welcome here and honestly this message really warmed my heart. I very much appreciate your approach as well, and am fascinated by comparative religion.

That said, while I am absolutely working on speaking in a way that is more compassionate and am trying to be someone who can do good interfaith dialog, I can definitely have some, er, strident strong takes on some Xtian things, as I was raised Xtian and converted to Judaism as an adult. I would encourage you to check out my "every hour is theology hour around here apparently" tag to make sure it's not going to be too much/upsetting for you since it can be a lot.

Bottom line is that there are two strong impulses in me that both are (and on some level are also not) in conflict with one another: I have very strong opinions and critiques of Xtianity having left it for cause, and seeing all of the damage it has caused throughout history and unfortunately the people (mis)using it in the present, especially (but far from exclusively) with regards to antisemitism. And on the other hand, I've also seen it give people new life and hope and be a light in the darkness, and be a way that some folks profoundly connect to the Divine. And I genuinely believe that no tradition has a monopoly on truth; rather, I think that G-d wants to be in relationship with humanity, and will speak to us in whatever voice we're most likely to hear. For me that's Judaism, for you, that's Catholicism, and honestly? I think that's great. Who am I to judge anyone else's relationship to G-d and who am I to think I've found the one singular and only truth of the universe?

All of that is true for me all at the same time, and so I absolutely welcome you to stay and would love to be in dialogue with you as well. But I can also see how that could be challenging and give someone who is not me whiplash, so I just wanted to give you a heads up.

tl;dr: You are totally welcome to stay, with the understanding that I am frequently a Bitter Jew(tm) on main with strong opinions, but I also do care deeply about positive interfaith dialogue when the chips are down and am fascinated with comparative religion.

Also re: other observant religious queer, trans and/or non-binary folks - agreed! I hope you are having a nice week as well, and right back at you re: if you need to @ someone about Judaism.

[revirushifaa]

If you've listened to the audiodrama of Levi and MC eavesdropping on Luci's conversation with Diavolo, can you please write a continuation of it where MC gets them out of punishment by pulling out Uno (or the 2+ player game of your choice) and inviting him to join them in the game they had been about to start. Luci accepts MC' s invitation to Levi's shock and spends an hour or two sitting on the floor behind the couch (MC insists it's the best spot for playing) playing with the two of them.

Ahh of course! In fact that was the animatic from a user in YouTube that I watched so I know what you mean, haha, this will be fun to write! I decided they play Monopoly(Or Devilopoly lol) as I don't really know the Uno cards game's rules, I'm more of Monopoly so, Monopoly it'll be!

Neutral MC because there wasn't a specified gender in the request.

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Getting Away With Mischief

After Lucifer ended up the call with Diavolo by phone, he then proceeded to advance behind the couch that Levi and MC where sitting at.

"You two." He began with that deep, frightening tone of his.

'Oh, crap.' Levi gulped when he knew that they were both toasted because of Lucifer and his tendency of dealing everything in a terrifying way.

"What do you think you're doing sitting behind the sofa while I'm on the phone?" He said with a very terrifying grin to the two frightened Levi and MC.

"Oh, um, well, you see..." Levi stuttered, knowing that the two were busted and cornered. There was no way that they would get out of the punishment that there was in for them. Until MC raised their hand and spoked up, much to Levi's dismay. No one could defy the eldest brother.

"Wait! Can we talk this over another way? How about we play some board game?" MC said with hopeful eyes.

“Oh? A board game you say? Very well, let’s see what game you have in mind.” Much to the shock of the third oldest’s shock. What? Lucifer letting them off easily? In what world?? Was this still his brother?? Woah!

MC smiled big, knowing they won this over and that they were free of whatever punishment the Avatar of Pride had in store for them(Levi, of course knew what it was, but MC was new to the so-well known punishments that the eldest always dished out.), pulled out what in their world they called, a large box containing the game of Monopoly.

“This game is up to eight players, so it’s all good with the three of us, playing it.” They beckoned the two brothers behind the couch and sat down, explaining the rules and how the game was played. It would’ve been Mammon’s forte, since he was so greedy when it came to money, even if this was fake money.

“There are eight tokens, you can choose the one that you want to play as. I choose the dog.” MC chose first, grabbing the dog token.

“If that’s the case, I get the car.” Lucifer answered simply, picking up the car token, and Levi chose the tennis shoe.

They were given an exact amount of money and soon they started. MC went first and they got four. Next went Lucifer, and he got six in the first try. And Levi only got two. So the eldest was to go first. He moved the car token six spaces until he got to a question mark space. MC took a card from the card pile and for Lucifer it was the free jail pass, he was such a lucky one.

“You keep this card with you for all the game, lucky you.” MC had wanted to get it, but they were beaten to it so they handed it over to the demon. Lucifer smirked like putting emphasis that because he was the eldest, he had the luck with him. Levi rolled his eyes, and saw as it was MC’s turn, they advanced four spaces and landed on an avenue, they knew that the they started selling properties in the next round, so they left the token where it fell. Levi went last and advanced two spaces... he was the least lucky one as he fell on the jail spot.

“You go to jail and can’t get out until you play a double or pay for it.” MC explained and Levi groaned, great. Now he would just watch Lucifer and MC playing silently. He was rooting for MC to win, but knew it would take quite the long while to accomplish that, until one of them ended in bankrupt and had sold every single of the properties.

And so back a forth the only two players of the game continued their game. Then they started with the selling of properties, they were still  having the same amount of money.

MC had played this game plenty of times in their world with their family or friends, so they knew their own stuff, it was quite interesting that this human was playing against Lucifer of all demons, but even they knew that they could end either as the winner or as the loser of all the game, because Lucifer was not being an easy task, he also seemed to have known his stuff as he impeccably was playing with all his knowledge and might.

MC ended up in jail and they groaned too, now Levi wasn’t alone in there, but know they had to wait until they could get out, Lucifer smirked again.

“Mm, looks like we know who will be the winner.” As always as prideful and boastful, Lucifer bragged about it much to Levi and MC’s annoyance but they didn’t say a thing, and saw as Lucifer was going alone in every round, he was a lucky one because he had the get out of jail free card so he wouldn’t be able to end in jail.

Eventually, Levi and MC got free of jail and took their tokens once again and resumed their game... it were two good hours in the game and soon they knew who was the winner.

Of course it was Lucifer as expected, MC only wanted to save themselves from the discipline from the eldest, so they didn’t at all care that they lost. Same coul be said about Levi who looked calm now, knowing that there won’t be any worry to be hung from the ceiling along with MC, they were new, they didn’t deserve to be scared like that.

“Well, congratulations, you won, feel happy!” MC congratulated him.

Lucifer smirked. “Consider yourselves free from what was going to happen, only because I won and I am in a such good mood. You are lucky.” And he gave himself an applause, before standing up and nodding, he had to go do something else, so he left both MC and Levi to their own fun.

“MC, you’re awesome, thank you so much for saving our skin from Lucifer... you have no idea how he was going to punish us and frankly, I’m so glad that you didn’t find out what it was.” To Levi that was a scary experience, but if he told to MC what that was all about, they might think that it didn’t sound too bad. Being hung from the ceiling was something many would’ve preferred than to being beaten up mercilessly and without any pity to crying.

“Whatever it was, I’m so glad too, Levi. Ahhh. Let’s never eavesdrop on your brother, okay? No good things happen when that happens.” MC sighed and the both of them agreed on never cause Lucifer to get mad and do hell to any of them.

#obey me imagines #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #lucifer #leviathan #board games #monopoly

[grandhotelabyss]

Sth, I know that woman. I've taught Sula so many times I practically have it memorized. It’s a painless and exciting introduction to adult, ambitious, provocative literature for students whose experience with such books has been limited. Why is Sula neglected, Freddie deBoer asks? I assume because it’s a Nietzschean anti-gospel of amoral aestheticism, a quasi-fascist hymn to vitality in defiance of all moral strictures, a reactionary lament for the extermination of communal being and idiosyncrasy by the modern reign of techno-equality, a plea for the right of evil to do its enlivening work in our world—in other words, it’s a hardcore if belated modernist novel, a great one. The practical political effect of teaching it is to demonstrate that dead white men have no monopoly on being mad geniuses with worldviews dangerously counter to enlightened societies, yet worldviews whose applicability to ourselves we dismiss at our peril.

Morrison, like all major artists, has phases. Race and gender dominate the discussion of her work, though critics have also reckoned with this Catholic Gnostic’s rather unusual spiritual vision. We should introduce class and region as informing her oeuvre as well, however. She grew up in a small immigrant-heavy Ohio steel town, where her father worked in factories and shipyards (both parents had come north in the Great Migration). She became a teacher and professional editor and then a respected author and very high-powered literary editor and then a bestselling author and distinguished academic. The early work, with what I’ve inflammatorily called its fascism, comes out of her early experiences, the casual, fatalist brutality of the prewar working-class multi-ethnic urban neighborhoods, with everyone’s memories of old-country gothic pastoral, whether Abruzzo or Alabama, Galicia or Georgia, lit up in the industrial inferno. Sula was forged in this crucible.

DeBoer is so put off by what we might call the moral hype around Morrison’s later novel, Beloved, that he doesn’t even want to read it. Personally, I love that book, yet it’s the product of the author’s wealth and eminence, her guilt over these trappings, and even possibly—here I hesitate—her incognizance of how they’d conditioned her, especially academe. The problem with Beloved—and I know this can be theorized away with magic phrases like “historiographic metafiction”—is that its characters don’t feel at all like 19th-century working people. They feel like late-20th-century bourgeois neurotics. And Beloved is one of the poison books of our time because it establishes a highly aestheticized and almost already commodified experience of metaphysically collective inherited trauma only available and interesting to the post-Freudian, post-Jungian upper middle classes as the last word in politics and as the philosophical foundation of a new racialism not obviously less instrumental to power than the old racialism.

Morrison never stayed in one place, though, and quickly backed her work out of this dead end. If the pre-Beloved novels will offend contemporary sensibilities from the right, the also neglected later fiction, with its impatience toward the very concept of race, will offend from what used to be considered the left. A Mercy, for instance, is a historical novel about race as a divide-and-conquer tactic used to destroy the idyll that America (the eye-rhymed “a mercy” of the title) might have been, where the robust cast-offs of Europe and Africa might have planted a garden together and as equals.  

Further reading: essays from me on Sula and Beloved (and more on the “Toni Morrison” tag).

#toni morrison #literature #american literature #fiction #literary criticism

[x-chaotic-echo-x]

Sigh I’m so tired of the MCU negative people in my life.

Yeah okay we get it, Disney a monopoly, films so sanitized to be consumed by as wide an audience as possible and that’s bad because you want to think critically about your movies and invite more diversity talent in which Disney sucks at but pretends not to suck at by putting a token poc or girlpower movie in here and there. Your moral compass is better than mine because you righteously abstain from partaking in this monster of capitalism so that the better movies that Disney is usurping can finally be freed from the shadow realm. Blahdi blah blah...

Could you just.... not? If someone is trying to force your face into the marvel movie pool sure, unleash your self righteous tirade on them or better yet just tell them you dont like marvel movies and leave it at that. It’s really that simple. Stop getting mad that tons of people young and old enjoy their fun movies. Stop getting mad that they make people happy. It’s toxic. Fact: Marvel movies make a lot of people happy and that’s why those people rush to the theater every time a new marvel movie comes out. Their repetitive formula that’s “so boring” isn’t boring for everyone.

And before anyone accuses me of white knighting for the mouse, I’m not. Disney’s a monopoly, monopolies suck, it should get broken up. Obviously the Disney powerhouse doesn’t need anyone rushing to defense.

This isn’t defending Disney or saying the MCU is the pinnacle of what movies should aspire to be, it is specifically calling out people who get vocally shitty anytime marvel movies come up.

If you hear someone talking about something they harmlessly enjoy and you don’t like that thing? And rather than disengaging you decide to hound that person and try to make them feel bad about liking that thing? Congrats you’re not woke you’re just an asshole.

#mcu #marvel #discourse #hate #movies #toxic #There are a few people in my life and its like just mentioning marvel #in their presence is like kicking a hornets nest #chill out #callout post

[ericsonclan]

Monopoly Madness

Summary: Prisha, Allison and Violet get ready to play a game of Monopoly that instantly becomes competitive

Word Count: 1816

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“Who’s ready for game night?” Prisha asked excitedly as she strolled forward with a beaten up Monopoly box. Her wife and daughter glanced up from their spots on the couch.

“Yeah, sounds fun,” Violet scooted over so Prisha could sit down before the two of them began to clear the coffee table.

“Allison, could you help out?” Prisha looked over at her daughter who nodded and slipped off the couch arm. Quickly the three of them worked to clear the table for the game. Violet placed the box down and took off the cover, twirling it around between her hands before placing it to the side.

“I'll have you know I’m quite the fiend at Monopoly,” Prisha declared proudly.

“I don’t know. If it's anything like the time you claimed you were a master of Battleship, I think we’re fine,” Allison had a small, confident smile on her face.

“You two used strategies I wasn’t familiar with,” Prisha argued with a pout while Violet set up the board game.

“I mean that's kind of the point, Prish.” Violet stated and looked over to see the small frown on her wife’s face. “All I’m saying is you better be prepared because I kick ass when it comes to Monopoly.”

“Bold words - I like it,” Prisha leaned over and kissed Violet’s cheek before helping set up the rest of the game. Soon the board was set and all the cards were in the right spots. All that was left to do was pick a banker, deal out the money and pick a Monopoly piece to represent each player on the board.

“Who wants to be the banker this time?” Violet reached out and got out the dice.

“I can be the banker,” Allison offered then noticed Prisha's expression. “Or do you really want to be the banker, Mom?”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Prisha fidgeted with her braid for a second then reached for the dice. “We can just begin the game.”

“If it's important, you two can rock, paper, scissors for it,” Violet caught sight of Sir Tubbs who was casually making his way over to the board, mostly likely to sit on it and ruin everything. Yoinking him up, the blonde placed him onto the coach. Sir Tubbs gave a smokey meow before massaging the couch for a minute and flopping over.

“Fine with me,” Allison held out her fist and open palm and soon Prisha did the same.

“Rock, paper, scissors!”  They both said in unison and held out their decided symbols. Prisha glanced down at her choice of paper then over to her daughter’s decision and let out a groan when she saw it was scissors. Allison gave a small victory smile then moved over and plopped down in front of the money. Immediately she began to deal it out.

Each player started out with $1,500. Allison flipped through the money and took out two $500’s, two $100’s, two $50’s, six $20’s, five $10’s, five $5’s, and five $1’s for each of them. Once that was set they each chose their Monopoly piece. Violet immediately decided on the thimble and snatched it up for herself, Prisha chose the top hat and Allison picked the battleship.

“Oh, so we are boasting about our previous board game victories now,” Prisha had a competitive smile on her face that Allison didn’t seem fazed by. A small smile appeared on her lips as she placed down the battleship.

“I won that one, probably gonna win this one too.” Allison’s statement made both of her moms look up.

“Guess we’ll just have to wait and see, but it's gonna be me,” Violet tossed the dice to see if she’d win the honor of first move but soon saw she’d rolled a three. “Shitsticks,”

Prisha was the next to roll. The dice bounced around before landing and getting her an eleven. She smugly handed over the dice to her daughter who simply tossed them in the center and ended up with a nine. Allison let out a puff of air in annoyance.

“Ha ha! Everyone knows the first to roll always wins,” Prisha began to shake the dice.

“That sounds like bullshit,” Allison leaned back and watched as Prisha rolled a pair of snake eyes. Both Violet and Allison let out small laughs.

“I’ll still win,” Prisha moved the top hat two spaces and landed on the Community Chest. Her hand wandered over and picked up the first card. When Prisha looked at it her smile grew. “Guess who just got a Get out of Jail Free card,” She waved it proudly before placing it down. This game was sure to get interesting.

“Wow, guess who just landed in jail again,” Violet grumbled as she tossed her thimble into the jail spot.

“Don’t worry Violet, I’m sure you’ll get out soon,” Prisha took her wife’s hand and gently kissed it.

“Says the one who has all the Get out of Jail Free cards,” Allison tossed the dice and landed on Park Place then tossed money into the bank to claim the property.

“Well, Violet could buy a card for $500,” Prisha tossed the dice and landed on a Chance spot. Casually picking up the card, she let out a curse under her breath.

“What does it say?” Violet leaned forward to try and read it.

“Take a walk on the boardwalk. Advance token to boardwalk,”

Violet grinned smugly at those words. “So, do you wanna pay me with the Get out of Jail Free card now and a hundred dollars or do you wanna move the piece first?”

“I’m going to move the piece first,” Prisha mumbled and thunked the piece again and again on each space. Silently she handed over the card and money.

“Thanks, now I’m getting out of jail and never returning. Goodbye, shithole,” Violet rolled the dice and smiled when she rolled a seven. She happily hummed while moving her piece and picked up a Community Chest card. Her humming soon stopped though when she read the card. “Fuck.” The blonde silently moved her piece back to jail.

“Wow, your luck sucks, Mom,” Allison noted and picked the dice up to roll.

The game continued on for a few rounds. Prisha had started placing house after house on each of her properties. “Ha, ha, ha! I own all this property and all these houses! Fear my power!” She shifted in the midst of her outburst and accidentally woke up Sir Tubbs who lazily rolled over and fell back asleep.

The room was silent for a few seconds before Allison locked eyes with Prisha and picked up the top of the board game box and covered the money. “Bank’s closed,”

“Whelp, that sucks,” Violet moved forward and gave Prisha a quick kiss then leaned back on her arms with a smile.

“What?!? What rule says that's allowed?” Prisha snatched the rules to double check them.

“None. I just decided to do what I wanted, Mo.” Allison smirked slightly when Prisha noticed the nickname.

“Fine, you wanna play that way? Have fun going bankrupt and begging me for money!” Prisha gave a smirk while Violet rolled to get out of jail.

“Woooo, I love sucking at board games,” Violet said in a monotone voice as she failed to roll doubles.

“Eh, your luck will change, Violet,” Allison rolled the dice and hoped she wouldn’t land on any of Prisha’s properties.

“You were saying about my luck,” Violet grumbled as she rested her head on her fist. Her piece was still in jail but this time it was joined by a battleship.

“Hey, at least I’m here with you,” Allison sighed when she didn’t roll doubles.

Violet watched as her wife happily rolled the dice; she decided to come up with a plan. “Prisha, how about we strike a deal for another card?” Violet’s voice made Prisha glance over.

“Oh? And what might that deal be?” Prisha reached her hand down and patted Sir Tub’s head who was asleep in her lap.

“If you give me a Get out of Jail Free card, I’ll give you a kiss,” Violet's smile grew when she saw Prisha’s expression. She was clearly all for this deal.

“Boooo, booo, cheating.” Allison frowned at her moms.

“It's not cheating. You can purchase a get out of jail free card if both sides agree to the deal,” Violet crossed her arms.

“Violet speaks the truth, it's in the rules. So I say yes! You’ve got a deal!” Prisha gladly handed over the card and Violet moved her piece before scooting forward. Cupping her wife’s face, Violet gave her a tender, loving kiss. Prisha hummed in approval and deepened the kiss for a few more seconds before pulling away.

Allison groaned and stared at her piece that was still in jail then over to the $20 dollars she had left. She couldn’t pay the fine if she didn’t end up rolling doubles. She’d have to strike up a deal with Prisha too.

“Prisha, I’ll give you a hhhh-” Allison was struggling to say the word ‘hug’. A mixture of pride and stubbornness prevented her from doing so. “I’ll give you a hhh-” Allison kept trying to say the word again and again.

“Allison, are you alright?” Prisha looked at her daughter in concern. “You’re not having trouble breathing, are you?” Prisha tried to recall her CPR training she had gotten alongside Violet when they decided they wanted to adopt.

“No, I’m fine,” Allison’s words didn’t seem to register with Prisha who was internally panicking.

“Prisha, she’s fine.” Violet took her wife’s hand. “I think she was just trying to say she’d offer up a hug in exchange for a Get Out of Jail Free card.”

“Oh, that makes sense. Well, of course I’ll take that deal,” Prisha handed over a card and Allison moved her piece out of jail before walking over towards her mom and sitting down. Prisha immediately wrapped her up in a hug and smiled happily.

After a minute or two Allison spoke up. “Mom, this hug is lasting too long,”

“Too bad. We made a deal. Now pay Violet. You landed on Mediterranean Ave so you owe her ten dollars.”

Allison freed one of her hands and tossed over one of the only two ten dollar bills she had left. Violet held up the money, her eyes sparkling at the fact that she had made some actual money in the game and wasn’t in jail. Allison smiled softly at the sight and looked up to see Prisha was smiling as well.

The three of them continued to play the game. All of them swore the game was far from over even though it seemed obvious who the winner would be. They ended up playing the board game into the night, enjoying the competitive fun and family moments game night brought with it.

#twdg #twdg violet #twdg prisha #twdg allison #twdg sir tubbs #twdg privet #privet family #fanfic #ericson's diner au

[generaldisdainn]

Four of a Kind

AO3 link

Rating: MA (for eventual smut)

Summary:  After accepting a job as the head of marketing for a local animal shelter, Anna finds herself in a new city in need of a place to live. Luckily, 3 guys know just the place.

Previous chapter

Chapter 3

“You’re cheating.”

Kristoff was staring at nothing, lost in a memory.

“Kristoff, I’m your friend.”

He would never forget those words.

“Kristoff!” he heard, accompanied by a snap. Suddenly he was back in the present.

“Uh, what?”

“Ryder accused me of cheating, back me up here, bud!” Sven said. “I would never cheat against my three favorite people in the entire world.”

“You absolutely would,” Kristoff responded without missing a beat.

“See?” Ryder said to Sven. “Seems like I’m Kristoff’s better friend.”

“Impossible, I refuse to believe it,” Sven said in an exaggerated French accent.

“Actually,” Anna interjected, “I saw you taking money out of the bank.”

“Wha-a-a-at? No-o-o-o!” Sven denied emphatically.

“Sven, come on,” Ryder said. “How is it that you have just as much money as when we started but you have six properties?”

“Yeah, alright, fine,” Sven conceded. He began to return the money he stole, mumbling curses under his breath.

“Okay, Anna, your turn,” Ryder said.

This was surreal to Anna. She had only known these guys for three days, but she was eight rounds deep in a game of Monopoly with them tonight. She had great first impressions with Sven and Ryder, and a half-decent second impression with Kristoff who, to her, was the easiest of the three of them to look at. With every passing moment, she was even more sure she made the right decision by moving in with them.

“Okay, I’ll remember to roll both dice this time,” Anna said with unwavering confidence. “Woo-hoo, ten!” she yelled. She picked up the little chrome terrier and tapped it on every space in front of it. “One, two, three, four…”

Kristoff rubbed his face. “Anna, I told you, there are ten spaces on every side, you don’t have to-“ He was abruptly cut off by Sven slapping his knee.

“Let her!” Sven hissed, enunciating each word separately. Kristoff raised his hands.

“Alright, if you all are okay with not sleeping tonight…”

“Look, I got there eventually, right?” Anna said as she placed her token on the B & O Railroad. “Does anyone have this?”

“Nope,” Ryder said. “It’s all yours.”

“Nice!” She looked closely at the space on the board. “It’s 200 dollars, right?”

“All railroads are 200 dollars,” Kristoff complained.

“Okay, well, I didn’t know.” She gathered up the money and handed it to Sven. “B & O Railroad, ple-e-ease.”

“My pleasure,” Sven responded. “By the way, since you own two railroads now, the rent for both is 50 dollars.”

“She knows,” Kristoff said.

“Actually,” Anna interjected, “I didn’t know. Thank you, Sven.”

Sven responded with a little flourish.

“But we told you at the beginning of the game,” Kristoff countered

“Oh, you did?” Anna said sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I-”

“Anna, you have to pay attention if we’re gonna play games with you.”

“Okay, but I’ve never played this before,” Anna reasoned.

“How have you never played Monopoly?”

“Come on, Kristoff,” Ryder said, “can’t you be patient?”

“Why is everyone mad at me now?” Kristoff asked.

Sven butted in to try to ease the tension. “No one’s mad at you, Kris.”

Kristoff turned to Sven. “You hit me, like, thirty seconds ago!”

“Because you were being a baby!”

“I told you guys we should’ve played Sorry,” Ryder said, crossing his arms and pouting his lips, clearly upset that “loft game night,” as Sven called it, was turning into an argument.

“Look, Monopoly is a high stakes game, I understand why some of us-” Sven began, turning his gaze to Kristoff. “-are stressed.”

“I’m not stressed,” Kristoff grumbled under his breath.

Anna glanced at him and took in his hunched over posture and crossed arms, wondering if he was just playing it up for laughs or if he was really bothered by this whole thing.

“Let’s just start over,” Sven suggested.

Anna, Ryder, and Kristoff simultaneously let out noises of protest.

“I meant,” Sven said, raising a hand to silence his roommates. “Let’s just calm down and refresh, not start the whole game over. Geez.” Sven let out a small huff of frustration. “Now, where were we?”

“I think I’m buying the B & O Railroad,” Anna said.

Sven replied with an easy smile. “200 smackers, please.”

The rest of the game went smoothly. Kristoff still commented on how Anna counted every space for every turn, and she still fumbled with her bank money, but throughout the game, they laughed and poked fun at each other all the same. Still, Anna couldn’t shake the feeling that something was bothering Kristoff. Sven turned a sympathetic gaze to him every so often, only fueling her suspicion that something was up with him. Anna couldn’t help but feel like somehow it was her fault.

“Alright, I’m done,” Sven said, placing his money down on the board. They had to have been playing for at least an hour, and they were no closer to the end than they had been at the start.

“Me too,” Ryder echoed.

“Thank god,” Kristoff sighed dramatically, throwing his money down to mingle with Sven and Ryder’s on the middle of the board. “I was getting my ass handed to me.”

“Well, I guess that means Anna wins,” Sven said, turning to her.

“Wait, what?” Anna responded incredulously.

“You’re the only one who didn’t just throw your money down, so by all accounts, you’re our winner.”

Anna knew it was a shallow victory, but she still felt exhilarated not only to have won but also to have been included in their game night at all.

“Congrats, Anna!” Ryder said, earnestly. “I gotta turn in though. I have an early day tomorrow.” Ryder stood up and brushed himself off. “This was fun. Although not as fun as Sorry would have been, just saying.”

“Yeah, yeah, sleep tight, asshole,” Sven snorted, waving his hand at him dismissively.

Ryder put his hands up in mock defeat and headed off to his room.

“I have to turn in too, actually,” Sven started, patting his knees and standing up. He stretched back and let out a satisfied grunt as his back cracked. “Kris, it’s your turn to clean up.”

“Yup, just like it is every game night, huh?”

“Naturally,” Sven countered, turning to walk to his room.

Kristoff rolled his eyes. Suddenly, it was just the two of them. It felt like the room had been pulled into silence.

Kristoff began picking up the pieces, the crinkling of the paper money, and the clinking of the tiny game pieces the only sounds in the room.

Anna began to help, leaning forward and placing the money in stacks and folding up the game board. The silence was killing her.

“Hey, I’m sorry about being bad at the game. I really hadn’t played it before tonight.”

Kristoff cleared his throat. “No, uh, don’t worry about it. Seriously. I’m sorry for being so...” He paused as if to mull over which word to use. “...grumpy.”

“You’re fine. If you’re grumpy enough, it starts to seem normal for you.”

“Oh, uh…” Kristoff didn’t want to be known to Anna as the grumpy one. “...I don’t mean to--I mean, I didn’t mean to-”

“Kristoff, seriously, don’t worry about it. Where do these go?” Anna asked, holding up the stack of property cards.

“In that slot there. I just…”  Kristoff hadn’t tried to make her feel bad. He wasn’t a very patient person to begin with, but the unpleasant memory from the beginning of the evening had seeped into the rest of the night and put him on edge even more so than usual. He just felt like an asshole. He watched her shuffle the four piles of money together and begin to sort them into their colors. Of course, he thought Anna was cute, but it wasn’t until just now--noticing how her fiery red hair fell along the subtle curve of her back and waist, how the freckles on her nose and cheeks highlighted her pale skin and radiant blue eyes, and how her navy blue leggings left virtually nothing to the imagination--that he realized he found her so attractive it was borderline insensible.

“...Yes?” Anna asked.

Kristoff snapped out of his daze. “Oh, right, uh...I just hope you know I’m not grumpy all the time.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re not!” Anna offered Kristoff a gentle smile. “Just most of the time.” Her sweet smile turned mischievous.

Kristoff smiled and looked away. He didn’t want to be into a girl, let alone his roommate, so soon after his last relationship, but he was finding it hard to fight his feelings- the easy way she smiled at him, how she went out of her way to be nice to him despite his tendency to act standoffish. He missed being in a relationship, too. He brushed the thoughts aside. Despite his feelings, he wasn’t ready or willing to get into anything again anytime in the near future.

“Listen, you don’t have to be nice to me just because you’re new,” Kristoff said. He felt guilty for how nice she was being to him. He didn't want her to feel like she had to do that.

Anna gave him a sideways look. “...Okay? Can I be nice to you anyway?”

“Well, yeah, but you don’t have to force it.”

“I’m not.”

“I know, but-”

“Do you think I’m not nice normally?”

“No, that’s not it, it’s just…”

“Just what?”

Kristoff paused. “...Nothing. I’m happy you’re nice to me.” He closed the game box and headed toward his room. “‘Night, Anna.”

“Oh, okay. Goodnight, Kristoff.” Anna picked up the box and returned it to its spot on the shelf, all the while gazing puzzledly at Kristoff’s ambling form until he entered his room and shut the door.

She still didn’t get him. Sven and Ryder were pretty easy to like and, from there, easy to become friends with. Kristoff, though, was a whole different story. He seemed to get along with Sven and Ryder just fine; at least, that’s what she gathered from her relatively short time living here. She just couldn’t figure out why he was so cold to her whenever the four of them were together but would warm up to her noticeably whenever it was only the two of them. Did he see her differently than he saw Sven and Ryder just because she’s a girl? Or did he just not know her well and didn’t know how to behave around her? She shook her head. She knew she was overthinking this. She decided she was just going to try to be as friendly as she could to him, regardless of how he treated her.

After all, she couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to sleep with him.

* * *

Kristoff was kicking himself for every moment of game night. First, he got lost in a bad memory, then he made Anna feel bad about taking her time to learn the game, then after the game, he ogled her (and there was no way Anna didn’t notice that), and finally, he panicked and bailed on their conversation. Was it going to be this hard all the time to be around her? To balance his friendship with Sven and Ryder with his attraction to Anna? He decided it would be easier to just not try very hard when he was with her. He’d be nice, but not so nice that it seemed unnatural. It was more important that she felt comfortable rather than liked him specifically.

Even after all that, as he laid in his bed that night, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to sleep with her.

#kristanna #kristanna fanfic #kristoff #frozen fanfic #frozen

[illusion-reality-steve]

If the Galaxy Family has Board Game Night

Here’s a bunch of ideas of what would happen.

I was originally gonna use these ideas to write a Quarantine AU one-shot for the Galaxy Family. But I ran out of motivation. So...have an idea dump instead! If you want to use these ideas for your writing, please credit me and give me a shoutout.

So, imagine one day Time suggests that the Galaxy Fam have a board game night tradition. Because what can possibly go wrong? It’ll bring the family closer together, right? Riiiiight?

Here’s how each family member reacts:

Elemental Steve:

When Time Steve first told him the idea, he legit started to cry because he always wanted to have a family tradition qwq So he was originally very excited about the concept, but that was only at the beginning.

Galaxy, being the inter-dimensional traveler and a social butterfly, has a lot of stories about all the games he played and all the game nights he had, which Elemental is eager to listen too.

But then board game night starts to open old wounds between him, Galaxy, and Void.

He gets very competitive.

Then Elemental changes his whole mind about game night and now hates it and hates his own family. Game night has enlightened him. Family is not friends. No, they are enemies that he must put down.

Elemental sometimes becomes a cheater. Like sometimes, he will freeze the dice in time just to get the numbers he needs to win.

Illusion Steve:

He gets very frustrated when listening to the game instructions and learning how to play.

Some nights, he is very competitive and engaged. Other times, he gets bored quickly, abandons the game halfway through, and goes to his room to play Animal Crossing or something.

When the board games are super strategic, he comes up with these very elaborate strategies to win.

During charades and similar games, he just shapeshifts into the character or scene he needs to play out. It’s boring.

He is not allowed to play cards. Because he can read people’s minds to figure out what cards they have.

When they play Life or Monopoly, he rambles about how these games are allegories of how unfair life is and how life is like a game. No one cares about it.

He will also cheat by using his illusion powers to change how the board game looks for other people. That will make them use the wrong strategy because they are looking at an incorrect board.

When he leads a board game night, he will argue a lot with Void and Galaxy about following the rules.

And of course, he will act salty to everyone if he ends up losing or not being respected. How can he not?

Void Steve:

Time: Wanna play board games with us?

Void: No. It’s for children.

Time: Galaxy’s playing. You can outwit and beat him at board games.

Void: WHEN DOES BOARD GAME NIGHT START?!

He is competitive as heck

He insults everyone and opens up personal wounds when he’s losing.

During the conversation-based games, like Cards Against Humanity or Never Have I Ever, he always says the edgy things. Always. Sometimes they’re disturbing as heck. Sometimes he sounds like a cliched edgy middle schooler.

He is later filled with so much rage one board game night that he forgives Galaxy for all their past feuds. Because he has found a more important reason to hate Galaxy now: board games.

Galaxy Steve:

Prepares all the snacks for board game night, or eats all the snacks Time prepares

Some game nights, Galaxy doesn’t pay attention because he already knows all the rules. He just wants the food and the family together.

He accidentally looks at other people’s cards when trying to socialize with them, breaking the rules.

He loses all of his confidence when he loses in strategy-based games. He’ll cry silently until Time or someone else comforts him, or if someone pities him and lets him win one game.

He makes the family wait half an hour when he goes to the kitchen to get something to eat while it’s his turn

Makes Dad Jokes during games like Sorry. Elemental hates it.

Crippling fear of failure causes him to cheat.

Memory Steve:

Memory is both the best and the worst family member during game night, because he can be the secret weapon to victory with his powers.

Void starts paying Memory to erase the memories of the other family members so Void can win. For example, when they’re playing Uno, Void will look at other people’s cards and Memory will erase everyone’s memories of witnessing Void cheating.

Time and Elemental find out about this and hate Memory for helping Void cheat.

A few days later though...Elemental bribes Memory with a bigger payment to convince him to help him cheat instead of Void .

Now Void and Elemental are at a race to see who can give Memory the best bribe to get him on their side for this week’s game night.

Sooner or later, Galaxy also discovers this and starts trying to bribe Memory to help him win.

Time, being a good boy, says he will not tolerate this and Memory’s schemes.

Two days later:

Time: ...So...can you help me win this week’s game night?

Memory: ...I thought you said you would never tolerate cheating.

Time: I know. So I think if you help me win, no one will suspect me of cheating and think I won fair and square.

Time: Look, I just want game nights to start feeling like a peaceful family bonding tradition! That can’t happen if these game nights bring out the worse in us. I want to prove this family that being kind and respectful is the best way to win, but I actually can’t win that way when everyone cheats. So I ironically need your help to win, so that maybe the family will start seeing game night as a kind and friendly gathering. Are you in?

Memory: ...Ok.

Time: Great! What do you want from me in exchange? Gift cards? Movie passes?

Memory: Nah, I’ll help you cheat for free.

Time: Why?!

Memory: Your plan sounds really boring, but I want to see how long it takes before you go feral and start abusing my memory powers for personal gain. The satisfaction of seeing you fall from token good guy to corrupted cheater is the payment I need.

Time: Well, I guess I’ll pay you with gift cards because that won’t happen!

Memory: (I’ll wait for a few weeks before I use those gift cards, because you’ll definitely give in to the temptation soon.)

One week later, Time does go feral and start cheating for personal gain. Memory gives Time those gift cards back. Memory probably shed a tear, proud that his cousin finally came to the dark side.

Illusion Steve finds out about this whole business and gets super mad. He starts a petition to ban Memory from game nights. No one signs it, because everyone loves using Memory to win. Illusion is salty about it and Memory continues profitting each game night from people paying for his help.

The only time everyone agrees with Illusion is when Memory unexpectedly wins game night one week. Everyone is about to murder Memory because they are absolutely sure he erased everyone’s memories to win. Memory quickly teleports out of the room to have a good laugh.

Besides that, he is the most chill person during game night. He’s the only one who stays sane during these events.

Time Steve:

He tries to keep the family together by being the peacekeeper every board game night.

Takes 20 minutes to make a move in chess

Probably internally cries when playing Battleship or Monopoly. He wonders if he’s a bad person for shooting down enemy battleships or for building a monopoly, even though it’s all fictional. Elemental comforts him and assures him that he’s not a bad person.

Then he goes feral in like, two months, corrupted by Memory’s abilities allowing him to cheat.

During the more intense game nights, everyone argues loudly until they wake Sabre up. Sabre will angrily surround the entire house with redstone and activate it, disabling everyone’ s powers and making everyone mute.

#steve saga #the galaxy family #long post #galaxy steve #time steve #elemental steve #void steve #illusion steve #memory steve

[meteor752]

Sorry!

Summary: Bain wants to bond with his siblings. It all goes downhill from there

Warnings: Me making up canon, swearing who knows, modern slang because I can’t help myself,

Relationships: Platonic Legolas X Tilda X Bain X Sigrid, or however you want to phrase it, romantic Barduil (Background)

Word count: 2276

Notes: I decided to write this fic, but I changed the game to Sorry as I know more about that than Monopoly, because the Swedish rules are different from the universal ones, and why bother you know.

Okay I looked up how to play Sorry, and turns out the Swedish version is waaaay different, because we use dice and the board has a bunch of colorful circles, so they will be playing that version instead. Sorry!

Okay I looked it up once more and turns out I was thinking of Ludo. I will still call it Sorry though, because it’s a better title.

—

When Bain and Sigrid had shown up in Mirkwood out of the blue, Tilda knew that something was up, especially when she saw Bain’s bright smile and Sigrid’s annoyed frown.

Unfortunately, she did not have time to escape from her siblings before she was locked in her own room, Legolas by her side, and the other two in front of her.

“I don’t want to do this,” Sigrid grumbled, leaning against Tilda’s dark green painted wall with crossed arms.

“Come on, it will be good for us!” Bain tried, pulling out the dreaded box that Tilda had hated ever since she’d heard Bain’s idea.

“How could it be good for us?!” Tilda questioned, throwing out her arms in total despair and fell against her bed, wincing slightly as she felt one of the arrows she’d thrown on there poke her in the back.

“Don’t be dramatic Tilda,” Legolas replied and sat down next to Bain, taking the box out of his hand to help him open it “And I think Bain is right, we haven’t really done so much all four of us since our parents wed.”

Sigrid snorted as she slumped down on the other side of her brother “Why would we? We aren’t actually siblings.”

Legolas froze slightly as he got the lid off the box, and Bain punched his sister’s arm hard, causing her to wince “What, it’s true!” Sigrid exclaimed, “We aren’t even of the same race!”

Tilda sat up straight, pushing the arrow that had been poking her back and narrowed her eyes at her sister “Watch me kick your ass,” She said, trying to sound as threatening as possible, as she sat down next to Legolas “I’ll be green.”

***

“You roll the dice, and if you land on a one or a six, you’re allowed to move a token out of its starting square. If another person lands on the same square as you, then they push you out while saying the word ‘Sorry’. You win by getting all four of your tokens into the home column,” Legolas looked up from the instructions “Doesn’t seem too complicated.”

“Where did you even get this?” Tilda asked Bain while playing with one of her green tokens in her hand. They’d been altered a little bit so Bain could tell them apart, and hers had been given a little spiky crown on top of its head.

“My friend Thea gave it to me,” Bain replied, fiddling with his yellow token that had been carved slightly on its head “She played it with her brother Alfred apparently, and after it they didn’t talk for two weeks.”

Tilda raised her eyebrows and looked up at her brother, glancing slightly at the other two, trying her best to ask with her eyes if they thought this was a good idea. Legolas was just folding the manual together while Sigrid was placing out everyone’s tokens on the board, so they didn’t seem to mind too much.

“Alright then...” Tilda said, trailing off as she glanced slightly to the side “Who shall start?”

“Youngest first,” Legolas replied with a grin as he threw the dice at her, and she caught it before it hit her face while giving him an annoyed look.

“Alright then, I’ll start,” She replied, a fake smile covering her face as she rolled the dice, thinking that Bain had just exaggerated.

***

“What is this?!” Sigrid screamed as the dice landed on a two once more “I swear, one of you are cheating!” She yelled, pointing at Legolas and Tilda.

Tilda herself was staring down at her token, before flickering her gaze up to Bain and then staring down at her token again. If he would roll a four, then her token that was one move away from entering the home column would be taken out.

“How would we cheat Sigrid?” Legolas asked, casually braiding his hair, it still keeping his eyes on the board, or more specifically, on Tilda’s token that was just two moves away from him. Oh how she wanted to just take him out, he and his endless amount of sixes.

“I don’t know, elven magic or something!” She replied, her voice heavy with frustration as she played with one of her four red tokens, still in the home square as they’d been for the last three rounds.

Bain seemed to ignore the two oldest’s argument as he picked up the dice, unaware of Tilda’s intense stare, and rolled in on the board,

Four.

Dammit.

As Bain felt on the dice to make out what he had rolled, Tilda quickly grabbed her older siblings' attention by waving her hand in front of them, while placing her other hand against her lips as she nodded against her own and Bain’s tokens.

Both Sigrid and Legolas seemed confused about what she meant for a moment, before Sigrid broke out in a wide grin, glancing at Bain.

“I will end you,” Tilda hissed as quietly as she possibly could in Sindarin, hoping that Bain either had not heard or understood.

“Four,” Bain exclaimed, grinning widely “Which one would be the best to move?” He asked, turning to Sigrid despite not seeing her. They’d tried at first having him feel for the tokens, but he’d mostly just fumbled around on the board, knocking out all the tokens so they’d given up pretty fast at that.

“You can take out one of-” Sigrid didn’t even have time to finish her sentence before Tilda threw herself at her, pulling her hair harshly while using her other hand to cover her sister's mouth.

Bain jumped back at Tilda’s sudden movement, while Legolas sprung into action and did his best to pull the younger sister away from the older.

“Are you mad?!” Sigrid screamed as Legolas finally managed to pull Tilda’s hand away from her mouth, which was bleeding slightly after she’d tried to bite it to get it off.

“Okay calm down,” Legolas said, his voice way too calm considering what had just happened in front of him. “Don’t be a sore loser Tilda.”

Tilda sat back down on the opposite side of Sigrid again, softly rubbing her bleeding hand while glaring daggers at her sister.

“By that reaction-” Bain scooted closer to the board with a smirk, “I’m assuming that I can take out one of Tilda’s.”

***

Tilda could feel her sanity leave her body as she looked at the board, biting her lip so hard so it almost started bleeding.

She prayed that Legolas wouldn’t notice it. He had two tokens out, one seventeen steps away from her own closest token, and one six. And it just so happened that the dice had landed on a six.

Legolas hadn’t seemed to noticed though, as he was instead wondering if he was going to move out a token or move the one seventeen steps away from her own, just to get it more out on the field, while Sigrid wasn’t paying attention and Bain couldn’t see.

When the elf finally moved out a third token, Tilda couldn’t help but let out a scream of joy, jumping up from her place on the floor and do a few twirls in celebration.

“What?” Legolas asked, looking at her confused, while also looking between Sigrid and Bain to understand what her joy was about, but they seemed as lost.

Tilda stopped in the middle of a twirl with her legs spread wide, pointing at the board “You, could have taken me out!”

Legolas’ eyes widened slightly as he looked down at the board and noticed Tilda’s green pointy token just a few circles away from his own blue one.

“I take it back!” He shouted and moved to grab the blue token he had moved, but Sigrid stopped him with her arm.

“That’s against the rules,” She said, glancing annoyingly at Tilda who was still grinning proudly.

Legolas groaned as Tilda continued to dance in victory until he got fed up kicked his leg under her feet, making her fall to the ground.

“Ow! What the fuck!” She screamed as she landed right on her arm, twisting it in a strange angle, looking accusingly at Legolas who barely seemed to react at her injury.

“I’m starting to see what Thea meant,” Sigrid said, looking over Tilda’s injury.

***

Tilda no longer cared about winning. Legolas had done that a while ago and was instead sitting off to the side inspecting his nails.

No, she cared instead about destroying anyone she could, which was Sigrid and Bain.

Sigrid would not be hard to beat, she only had one token out that had just taken a few steps, as she’d fell unlucky to the out taking part of the game.

It was instead Bain that was who to focus on.

Both Tilda and Bain was in the Home Column with their last token, Tilda four circles away from victory and Bain two.

“You are taking this way too seriously,” Legolas said from the side, looking up from his nails to glance at Tilda.

“You say that, and still you were the one who fractured my arm, Princess,” Tilda replied with a smile she usually only used on stuck up royals she met during meetings.

Legolas rolled his eyes in response as Sigrid rolled the dice.

“For fucks sake!” She yelled out as it landed on a two, moving her token harshly across the board, but Tilda couldn’t find any satisfaction in it. Not until she had properly taken Bain out.

Sigrid handed the dice over with a sour frown on her face, and Bain shook his hand slightly with it in his hand before dropping it so it rolled across the floor.

Tilda started intensely as the dice rolled, praying silently to the Valars that fate would be in her favor. Unfortunately, it was not, as the dice landed on another two, which meant that Bain had beaten her.

“Yes!” Sigrid shouted as the dice landed, throwing her hands in the air.

“Oh fuck you!” Tilda shouted back, kicking her sister in the side which caused her to fall over and knock her head in the ground.

“What the fuck?!” She shouted as she sat up, rubbing the spot where her head had landed on the ground, and Tilda could clearly see smears of blood in her head and on the ground.

She shouldn’t feel satisfaction over that, and yet she did.

“Tilda for Valars sake, calm down,” Legolas said, glancing up at her.

“Again, comes from the elf that nearly broke my fucking arm!” She yelled back, spitting out a few curse words in both Westron and Sindarin when she accidentally leaned on said arm.

“Wait, did I win?” Bain asked from the side, most likely trying to stay out of the whole conflict.

“No, I won,” Legolas corrected with a smirk, “You came in second though, and little miss drama queen here lost.”

“Sigrid lost, actually,” Tilda smirked back, nodding towards her older sister, “She doesn’t even have any tokens out on the board.”

“But you don’t see me crying about it,” Sigrid snarled back.

That was what truly did it for Tilda. She leaped off the ground, landing directly on top of Sigrid who had toppled over and pulled her hair again. This time it seemed like she was prepared for it since she grabbed ahold of Tilda’s arms and pulled them apart while rolling around, which ended up having her sitting on top of Tilda while pinning down her arms.

“Guys, stop,” Bain said from the side while removing his token from the board, but Tilda couldn’t at this point. Her mind was set on destroying the being she called sister.

She kneed her in her stomach hard while grabbing her face, slamming it down on the floor leaving another bloodstain on her carpet. Sigrid let out an angry yell as she responded with a kick to Tilda’s chest, sending her flying back and landing right on her fractured arm, which made her scream out in pain.

“Alright calm down!” She heard someone yell before two arms grabbed ahold of her waist and pulled her into a sitting position without letting go, “This is getting ridiculous!”

Tilda scowled at Legolas before elbowing him as hard as she could in his abdomen, which made him let go of her while wincing in pain.

“I think you’re being a bit hypocritical here, Mr. I fractured my sister’s fucking arm!” She yelled back.

“Are you going to keep bringing that up all day?” He asks, rubbing the place that Tilda had hit.

“Yes,” She replied, making her voice as cheery as possible, “In fact, maybe I’ll bring it up the rest of my time alive.”

Legolas opened his mouth to reply, but he was cut off by Bain’s voice ringing through the room.

“Alright enough!”

Tilda turned towards her brother in surprise, since he usually wasn’t the one who raised his voice, and considering the look on Sigrid who sat a few feet away, she was in as much of a shock.

“Do we really have to fight and argue all the time?” Bain asked, his voice weary as he pulled his hand through his blonde locks, “I mean honestly, the one time I wish to do a thing you all attempt to kill each other?”

“We are siblings Bain,” Sigrid replied, grabbing the bandage that laid on Tilda’s desk and started to wrap it around her head.

Tilda let out a small fake gasp while grinning widely, “Did you just claim that you and Princess are siblings?”

Sigrid froze in the middle of wrapping her head with a bandage, and Tilda could see the regret in her eyes, “No- I didn’t mean-” She sputtered, but it was already too late.

Tilda threw her hands up in the air in victory and turned towards Legolas who was still sitting just slightly behind her, his eyes sparkling with joy, “Welcome to the family!” She shouted, before punching him hard in the shoulder.

***

Half an hour later Bard found them laughing on the floor, all four exhausted and bleeding. He was not at all amused.

***

End notes: Fun fact, most of these scenarios comes from me and my siblings or friends playing this game, but a bit exaggerated. No one has had their arm fractured, or had their head bashed against the floor.

And if you think Tilda is a bit too violent in this fic, then it’s because she is really violent and a really sore looser, sorry it’s just how she is as a person.

And if you don’t like it, well, Sorry!

Taglist: @incorrect-lotr-trash

#fanfiction #my writing #my fanfiction #legolas greenleaf #sigrid daughter of bard #bain son of bard #tilda daughter of bard #Bard the Bowman #The Bardlings #Barduil #Sibling love #board games #Sorry! #Ludo #Family game night #Blood #tw blood #tw violence #tw swearing #Not my best fic #But it was really hard to write

[breezeinmonochromenight]

Risotto ‘I’m not mad I’m just really disappointed you brought your stands into a fight over Monopoly’ Nero.

(Oh, you know any kind of game is gonna be an absolute shitshow, Anon.)

Risotto: [deepest sigh, peering out of office at commotion, sees Monopoly money flying everywhere like fucking confetti]

The Current Inhabitants Den/Meeting Area:

Ghiaccio - Has already gone off on ‘traitor Illuso’ for rigging the game in his favor (somehow); is currently screeching at how god is dead and Pesci is a shit banker/even shittier at math while sprawled out on the floor, frosting up his glasses/the rug/the floor and causing more water damage. Great.

Melone - Delighted in the chaos, pleasantly humming and counting his money while poking Ghia’s butt to make sure he’s still alive and because, well, it’s a nice butt. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The “di molto” on the initial poke has Ghia cramming a fist into his mouth to stop another screech.

Sorbet and Gelato - Getting handsy during this unexpected ‘intermission’, tossed the Monopoly money in the air and made it rain because it’s not like that’s ever going to happen with their current paychecks, amiright?

Illuso - In mirror world avoiding frosty wrath, currently visible in the hall mirror, filing his nails and rolling his eyes at Ghiaccio’s accusations. Just because he cheated the last three games and got caught once, doesn’t mean he’s automatically the cheat this time. He does wonder who it could be, though.

Prosciutto - Would have preferred not to play and would rather have checked in on his Capo to see if he had any ah... paperwork... he needed help with, but got roped in by sad-faced Pesci. Is currently agressively reassuring Pesci that he has nothing to be ashamed of in both Monopoly and in life while stress smoking (because he’s about an inch away from releasing Grateful Dead on this trainwreck, there is smoke that is definitely not from a cigarette wafting off of him) and glaring at both Ghiaccio for his tantrum and Sorbet and Gelato for foreplay in the living room. Again. (Risotto’s nose wrinkles slightly at the smoking, Prosciutto really needs to quit. He always smells like smoke.)

Pesci - Upset at being yelled at by Ghia, but even more concerned because Fra’s cigarette ash is getting dangerously close to dropping on him and that Grateful Dead will start aging him 70 years during all the positive affirmations. Aniki really needs to stop smoking.

Formaggio - The actual cheat who padded his money with bills from another monopoly set. He’s just chilling in the fucking car token, and no one suspects a damn thing because he’s actually really bad at decision making and blew his early lead already.

Risotto: [Slides back into office undetected, currently wondering if Buccellati would be willing to trade goths for a week. Or six.]

#it should be a crime to be mean to pesci #la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra #team as a family #a dysfunctional one but still #ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 #ジョジョ5部 #ジョジョ #vento aureo #golden wind #jjba #jojo #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #sorbet and gelato #illuso #formaggio #ghiaccio #melone #meloghia #risopro #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo headcanons #la squadra headcanons