#some light

[bisteccy]

V/rka more like…fatka

[cheriekos]

robbie is so interesting to me this campaign because he has his hands on the narrative reins a lot more than what i saw of dorian in c3 (haven't finished, so no one throws rocks while i talk) and what i mean by like "narrative reins" is that he is actively making things happen for kattigan that i usually expect the DM to place in front of a player. does that make sense?

asking for disadvantages on perception, describing a termite-ridden doll, being the one to narrate wulfric's actions and so on. some of these im very used to being a DM driven action so lowkey its always a surprise whenever kat does something, im like. wait. you can do that? lol it's just so fascinating to see the difference between the first few episodes of c3 and the first few episodes of c4

[kamomie]

At the end of the day, the eye guy has already decided what it wants to happen. Nothing the islanders do changes that. It decided to play the teams against each other, and it decided that one team was gonna die.

What can the islanders do? Nothing. Literally nothing. They can only do their best to survive.

[decaffeinatedinfluenceroncoke]

[hiimgin]

I just love that kind of light

[sunshine-biter]

I bet Moon and Sun both raved about you to each other and taklked about their crushes too! ^w^,,

i uh, kinda wrote a lil drabble in response to this-

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The soft jingling of bells and the padding of shoes landing on the tower balcony breaks the silence of the daycare as the curtains are gently pulled aside.

“Hey Moonie?” Sun called out into their shared space, “I want to talk to you about something..”

He heard a shuffling and creaking deeper in the other “room” before Moon’s head and torso popped out of the tunnel separating “Moon’s side” from “Sun’s side”. [there was no need for the room to be split, they shared the space anyways]

“What is it, Sunny?” he responded, resting his head on folded arms as he continued to lay in the tube. He idly fiddled with the bell on the end of his hat as Sun composed himself before proceeding.

“You know we talked about being ok with it if either of us ended up liking someone else too? Well uh, y’know that new janitor that’s been helping out lately? I -”

“Oh Sunny…” Moon interrupts with a tired sigh as he raises a hand to his face. “Not again, please, stop scaring off the employees, as much as neither of us like dealing with them this needs to sto-”

“IT’S NOT LIKE THAT THIS TIME I SWEAR!” Sun panickedly interrupts, waving his arms around wildly in a vain attempt to appear innocent, Moon knew better, but this was definitely different from how Sun warded off any past staff members. “I, I do actually really like them. I know I've been extreme with my … passive aggression in the past, but that’s not what I’m doing!!”

“Sure.. but uh, why? I know he’s not a technician or anything, but I thought you disliked all the staff”

“Because they’re Different! That's why!!” Sun huffed, finally deciding to sit down. On the floor. The concrete. Floor. Instead of the bed right next to him. He then turns around to lean back against the concrete wall right next to where Moon was sticking out.

“They… actually help with cleaning. Not just, doing the bare minimum, like a lot of the others did.” Sun goes quiet for a moment, rubbing a hand over his rays.

“And they’re.. Nice, to me, and to you. And it’s never for any selfish or underhanded reason either.” Moon suddenly feels apprehensive , like he knows what Sun is going to say next-

“And don’t act like I don't notice how you act around them too either, Moonpie.” there it is. “You don’t put up much of a front around them as much as you do anyone else. You like them too, admit it.”

“Woah there sunshine, th that's a bit of a leap in judgment to make there. Sure I don’t hate him, there’s no reason to, b but it’s not like I enjoy being around them..”

Sun tilts his head to get a better view of Moon. He scrutinizes his face for an admittedly tense moment before his grin grows wider.

“Oh Moony... you LIKE like them too, don’t you?~” Moon sputters in flustered surprise before attempting to retreat back into his hidey hole, but has no such luck as Sun quickly latches onto him.So he resorts to pulling his hat over his face in a vain attempt to hide instead. 

“OH MOON THIS IS GREAT!” Sun clasps his hands around Moon’s hands in excitement. Moon just tries to hide more. “And here I was worried you’d be upset that I liked someone! Now all we have to worry about is if they like us too!”

Moon has no chance to respond as he is pulled the rest of the way out as Sun pulls him up into a hug. Moon barely has the chance to hug back before Sun is immediately spouting ideas about how to ask him out. Moon chuckles, resigned to his fate, and starts the process of getting Sun to calm down and attempt to come up with some more coherent plans.

[cassandraofold]

PJA is coming back.

PJA IS COMING BACK.

PJA IS COMING BACK.

Now we just have to wait to watch how Korsh will ruin it.

[penis-siz3-average]

A girl is dating a guy but she’s in love with her best friend. Gay prompts

I know my prompt post promised porn and I have not delivered on anything but emotional porn. You guys should send me something real graphic so I can write that real porn.

“We should double date!” Peggy said, grabbing Angie’s arm and leaning in, “Steve’s best friend just came home from MIT for the summer and I thought wouldn’t it be great if his best friend was dating my best friend, and then we could double date and all of our dates would be better because you’d be there.”

Angie blamed it the heady smell of Peggy’s Karma Perfume, being close to Peggy’s velvet red lips, feeling her pressed against her side. It messed with her head in the worst way, so she agreed to the date with Steve’s friend Bucky.

Nothing against Bucky, who was probably a lovely person if he was anything like Steve, but Angie didn’t want to date him. 

Only wanted to date one person. Someone she could barely admit to herself that she wanted, much less list as a reason for turning down the date to Peggy.

Growing up there’d always been like an invisible wall between herself and other girls. A bubble that no matter how much she’d tried, she couldn’t pop. She’d watch other girls, some of her own friends even, drape themselves over each other, grab and touch and hug without care, and she wanted that. But no matter how desperately she wanted, there was something that held her back, from that level of comfortable friendship that meant skin pressed against skin and giggling girlish affection. A nasty voice that whispered that if Angie did any of that it wouldn’t be innocent and sweet like other girls, she’d be doing something perverse potentially.

So she’d never had a friend like Peggy, not until they roomed together as freshmen at CUNY, and even though their majors were different, double major International Politics and Administrative Policy and Theater with a Dance minor, the two of them got along famously. All the closeness that Angie had wished for, she’d found in Peggy, a real life long best friend. 

Until she’d realized two months ago that she was in love with Peggy. That every hug, cuddle, kiss on the cheek, and signs of affection that they regularly exchanged was driving her crazy. That she didn’t really hate Steve but hated that he was the one who was dating Peggy, that he didn’t even seem to properly appreciate Peggy. How was it fair that he was the one who could do all of those things, but do them romantically and for real, and yet he barely even touched her. Peggy told her that the most they’d done was light hand holding and first base.

And then Peggy had asked, and now she was here, sitting across from a grown man who willingly went by the name Bucky. On a first date, all so they could go on a second date with Steve and Peggy.

“So, Steve says you’re friends with Peggy?” Bucky asked, holding the menu like he’d like to hide behind it. 

“Best friends,” Angie cast about for something to say before going with the one thing she knew about Bucky. “How did you and Steve meet?”

Bucky seemed to light up and went on a tangent about ‘his best pal Steve’ that through light interjections and continuing questions they made last until their meals arrived. 

“How did you Peggy meet?” Bucky asked after a long silence and a couple of mouthfuls of pasta.

“We were roommates freshmen year. Been best friends ever since.”

“Oh cool, cooool.”

It was so awkward and uncomfortable the rest of the meal, the two of them asking questions about college majors and impersonal facts. The only time the conversation seemed to flow at all was when Bucky talked about Steve.

Peggy was waiting up when Angie got home, she had Steve had been having a movie date night, but were sitting on the opposite ends of the couch.

“How did it go?” Peggy asked, pausing the movie, and fully turning to face Angie as she entered the room.

“It was nice. You have a nice friend Steve.” 

Steve nodded, but oddly did not look at Angie, instead he turned to Peggy and said “I should probably head out, let you guys talk about stuff.”

Peggy nodded and then stood to give him a hug and follow him out.

Angie sat down and helped herself to some popcorn. When Peggy came back she sat much closer to Angie than she had been to Steve but she sat rather stiffly and formally. 

“Well darling,” She said, looking uncharacteristically nervous, “I’ve got some bad news about our date later this week. Steve and I broke up tonight, so, the date’s probably cancelled.”

“Oh thank god!” Angie sighed, slumping into the couch before jerking back up, “I mean about the date, I’m sorry to hear about you and Steve, you real broken up about it?”

“Um no, and we’re still friends, it’s just, okay you can’t tell anyone this but Steve’s gay. He was very anxious over the idea that he might have used me but um, I may not have been as surprised as I should have been.”

“Oh gay? No kidding? You saying you knew the whole time?” Angie asked in surprise, Peggy had never said anything about suspecting Steve was gay, and they told each other everything.

“Well the past few weeks I’ve been thinking about what I been getting out the relationship with, because it’s been the best romantic relationship I’ve ever had and we were almost entirely platonic. Then when I was thinking about why, I came to a realization.”

Angie leaned over to wrap an arm around Peggy but was surprised when she pulled away, not that they ever declined affection from each other but they almost never declined affection. They rarely were ever in the same room without touching. Suddenly what Peggy was saying was making her nervous.

“What did you realize?”

“I liked that Steve didn’t not actually require demonstration of love from me because I was already in love with someone else when I started dating him.”

For a second Angie couldn’t breathe. There was some other man in Peggy’s life that she knew well enough to fall in love with, and on top of that it was someone she’d never even mentioned to Angie. They didn’t keep secrets from each other. They were best friends. They told each other everything.

She felt cold all over and it must have been showing on her face because suddenly Peggy tried to grab her hand.

“Angie,” She said, as Angie tried to pull her hand away and stand up, “darling, please listen!”

“I just don’t understand how you could fall in love with someone and never say a word about them to me. It’s stupid, but my feelings are hurt.”

“It’s not stupid, but, well it’s because it’s you.” Peggy was clinging to Angie’s hand with both of her own. “I’m in love with you.”

Angie couldn’t recall making a choice to move, she just heard what Peggy said and then was crawling into the other woman’s lap and grabbing at her shoulder with her free hand

“Well fuck! You had me so scared, I’m in love with you too English!”