Just for fun, I decided to make a little bingo card for when the bozos livestream this October! Here are the rules:
This only applies to the pc rpf community. As such, the entries on here are going to be leaning more towards "shippable moments", though there are still a few "normal" answers. Be advised if you share this outside of the rpf community (for everyone's safety, only share within the rpf community)!
The bingo cards may only be blotted during their livestreams (or using the VODs if you miss it and someone generously saves it). While I might do a separate one just for the videos they make during this time frame (of them all meeting up together), I figured for now, it would be best to just do it for the streams.
Try to see how many bingos you can get before the end of the streaming! If you can get a full blackout... (I uh... haven't thought through a prize other than just satisfaction... and bragging rights!)
I only have the ability to make 30 bingo cards, so you may end up getting the same as someone else. Just to let you all know.
Here's the link if you all would like to play along!
Play virtual Party Crashers RPF Bingo! with your friends for free on any device. Customize the bingo cards and generate printable or virtual
“It... I ... it wasn’t supposed — to be this way —” tcvern3
oh man! so sorry for the wait -- i had to do work and all asldfkal this has been inspired by a particular scene from chrono cross uwu!
Oh, please be okay. I didn't want you to go at this alone!
Vernias flew towards the grand fort that stood proud in the distance, his wings snapping at the wind a few times. Bright pink eyes gazed towards the structure with absolute determination and an underlying glimmer of trepidation that now took the form of a heavy weight in his chest. The previous day had been like a surreal dream, one that tiptoed into being a nightmare but not quite going beyond that. All that stuck out to the angel more were the prince's heated glare, those brown eyes searing into his mind with words so cold that any bout of warmth could never melt them away.
"You've done everything to protect me, Vern, but that's the thing. You keep dragging me down, and I'd rather keep floating to see another day."
The healer's concerns could have been smothering at times, sure, but he knew better. Hell, even Brent and Sophist knew that Nick would let his ego do the talking and whatever the consequences were, he'd face them head on with such smugness that it always urged Vernias to smack some sense into him.
He'd throw a fit to them afterwards, but it was always in good humor -- maybe with a subtle reminder from Vernias that he should be careful the next time it happen, but Nick never seemed to heed their concerns.
Not when he could seize the opportunity if it's right there for him to grasp. His drive to win and conquer, while admirable, always made the angel to worry sometimes. It may have been a gut feeling...
An instinctual realization that something is going to go horribly wrong one day.
Vernias eventually arrived at the fort, the way it stood tall yet seemingly abandoned foreboding that it sent chills down the angel's spine. His wings folded behind him as he landed before the entrance at the top of the tower. A set of double doors with intricate designs greeted him, silently conveying a rich, but violent history that called for this building to be constructed. Symbols and stories of an old culture that is now lost in time. When he approached the doors, he almost faltered. An ominous feeling emitted from the other side. He could almost see and feel the dread slithering from around the doors like it was vile miasma.
Something in him shouted at him to leave. To find his friends, perhaps acquire a squadron of elite soldiers, and return with the safety that can only come in large numbers. It'd take some time, of course, but this feeling... Vernias can't help but shudder in apprehension, hands curling into tight fists.
No, he knew that Nick is on the other side of these doors and any delay in saving him ( Vernias didn't even know if he's in danger, but since it had been a while any of them had any sort of contact from him... ) might have Nick met his grisly demise, whatever it may be. Perhaps...it'd cost deeply, but Vernias would rather face the adversary and save Nick.
Hands, trembles ignored, reached up to be placed upon the doors then pushed against them to open. That dread now washed over him like a frigid tsunami. His wings bristled in response, and his body chilled to the bone as he walked into the darkened room with caution. A strange symbol, most notable by circles joined by multiple lines, marked the floor that glowed an ominous indigo. There were no windows to bring in the natural light, and the air felt so oppressive that it threatened to constrict around Vernias's lungs.
That hadn't fully caught his attention, however. His eyes darted down to see...
"Nick!"
His boyfriend, laying there with an injury that Vernias couldn't see quite properly, shot his head up the moment the angel's voice rang out. Nick's eyes widened as he attempted to raise up to his knees, only to stagger in pain. "Vern?! What the hell are you doing here?!" Just before Vernias could answer, the doors behind him suddenly slammed closed. He glanced towards them then back at Nick, his pink eyes soon taking note of another figure at Nick's side now staring directly at him.
Wait... It couldn't be!
"...Noah? So it was you!" Trepidation morphed into anger as Vernias conjured his bow, grip tightened at the riser. "You were the cause of all the ruin and destruction that's been going on. The invasions... We should have known that you would have strike!" A scoff from the grandmaster, his glasses shining from the light that pulsated dimly. "Not like it was difficult to deduce. You idiots were too focused on protecting each other to do much to stop me."
Vernias took a step towards him, wings flaring out at the obvious taunt. He couldn't help himself even when Noah had somehow knew just what buttons to press to make them react accordingly. The unpredictable laws that surrounds him is a formidable power, even when all of them combined their strengths against him.
He wasted no time in preparing his bow, the string drawn back for an arrow to form. "You son of a bitch!" Nick tried once more to pull himself up, reaching a bloody hand up at Vernias. "No!! That's what he wants!"
The moment the arrow fired towards Noah, his being suddenly disappeared from view. The arrow struck the wall with a small impact that made the wall quake but not crumble or be destroyed. Vernias's fiery gaze darted around to find the bastard, but his mind told him to tend to his boyfriend, which he readily did so. However, just as he went towards Nick....
"Vernias, behind you!" he cried out, horror expressed so vividly upon his features that it made him falter.
"....!"
The healer fully turned to see Noah now looming over him. The light from the light made his glasses shine maliciously, his eyes hidden away as he lunged towards Vernias. He winced as pain flared from his abdomen, the force like someone punched him with blunt knuckles. When Vernias opened his eyes, his vision began to blur and all sounds reaching his ears sounded like he's swimming underwater. The angel stared up with hooded eyes, being so close to him that he could smell a pleasant aroma wafting up to his nostrils.
"...Wh..."
Noah didn't give him a chance to speak. He pulled away from the angel, a sickening fleshy noise following after. The bow in Vernias's hand clattered to the floor, the hand instinctively reaching up to the spot where he felt the impact hitting him. Why...did it feel so sticky...? His body felt so heavy. So cold as he fell to his knees, his hand now falling to his side as Vernias landed on the floor with a whimper. His features, anguished from the numbing pain, now eased into a disturbed frown, his eyes slowly closing as Nick's cries sounded further and further away.
"Vernias!! No!!" Nick crawled over to the angel's prone form, tears welling up and stinging at his widened eyes. He scrambled to bring Vernias into his arms, wishing that he could acquire healing magic such as his. "Vernias!" NIck cried out again, looking down to see the darkening red pooling at the angel's shirt then back up at his face. He laid still, his chest not even moving even when he's cradled in familiar arms.
Which meant...
“N-No. It… I… It wasn’t supposed...to be this way..."
Strange drips landing on the floor brought his attention up to the figure standing over the fallen pair. Nick saw the knife glinting in the light, the blade covered in the angel's blood where it dripped from the end. The sight of it would have made him nauseous, if not from the chilling dread as his eyes darted up to meet Noah's sinister grin.
He remained stock still, his heart beating so hard that Nick could feel the blood rushing in his ears. His breathing became labored as Noah advanced towards him, the light now dimming to an eerie dark. "Four became three..." he drawled out, darkness swallowing them all...
Then, Nick let out a yelp that devolved into a gurgled cry as blood pooled at the back of his throat, then poured out of his mouth in sticky rivulets. He fell to the floor, his arms still around the angel as Noah declared in a quieted victorious finality.
Today i don't bring a silly snippet/shitpost lol, but that one tcvern3 fic I've been working on for a month and a half lmfao :') /silly /lh. I wanted to post this earlier, or at least on toxic carried nicolas the third's birthday, but life is cruel and it doesn't want me lmfao /silly /lh /nsrs.
Hope you peeps and buds and friends enjoy it, and as always it goes under a cut so I don't bloart anyone's tl :D.
Off to the races (Tcvern3) - rated T, 2220 words.
Nick strutted through the dark streets of New Jersey with the confidence of a peacock, rocking an almost all leather fit with a yellow vest under the jacket and flagrant turquoise Converses. Wearing sunglasses even at night, he made his way to the secret meetup point where the local racing gangs gathered.
Tonight was another night where he'll defend his title, the night he'll defend his crown as New Jersey's prince of speed. The heady scent of gasoline and burnt rubber hung in the air, perfect bait for his racing instincts. Nick's heart thumped in his chest as he approached the huddle of shadowy figures, his eyes searching for a specific cowboy hat amongst the crowd.
Because he knew there was no way in hell Nate, his college bestie and the one who introduced him to this world, would miss a chance to watch him tear the streets apart all over again. Nick smirked lowly at the memory of his first race back when he was 19 and in his first year of college. He should've known that rich spoiled frat boys from a prestigious Ivy Leagues College would be into something like this.
His fingers twitched impatiently, needing to wrap themselves around the leather steering wheel of his prized possession, a sleek black Ferrari that Nate had "acquired" for him and had been his companion in every victory since.
"Nick! Over here, bro!" Nate's voice pierced through the murmurs of the crowd, his hat waving in the air like a neon sign. Nick sauntered over, his smirk growing wider as he took in the sight of his friend, who was leaning against the Ferrari with his usual cocky grin. Next to him was Nate's girlfriend, Eloise, sipping on a can of Red Bull, as well as some of their college friends, all eager to see the race.
" 'Sup, champ," Nate greeted him, slapping Nick on the back with a thud that echoed his enthusiasm. "You ready to show these nocturnal bozos who's boss again?"
"Of fucking course, bro. They won't know what hit 'em," Nick replied with a laugh, his eyes gleaming with excitement. While waiting for the race to start, he couldn't help but scan the crowd for the newbie he heard about. The guy barely got his driver's license before he started throwing his name into the ring.
He saw some familiar faces also waiting while leaning against their own customized vehicles, chatting and smoking, but no newcomer that stood out like the one he heard whispers of. He could see where Zack (or Little Z) was, his red Mustang was always easy to spot. Wolfey was also here too, sitting on top of the hood of their car, their teeth flashing as they laughed at something he couldn't quite catch.
And then he spotted… a very strange, very fuchsia car with colorful decals that looked like it was pulled straight out of a cartoon. The car was surrounded by a small group of equally flashy people, all colors and pride flags and glitter. They stood out like a sore thumb in the sea of chrome and mute colors.
"Is that the rookie's car?" Nick pointed towards the pink spectacle, raising an eyebrow. Nate followed his gaze, nodded, and took a sip from his beer.
"Yeah, that's Vernias' ride. He's got some style, I'll give 'im that."
Nick raised an eyebrow in his direction, "Style? You need to get your eyes checked, bozo. Looks like a unicorn threw up on it."
Eloise giggled, "It's definitely… unique." Then, she stared at Nick, noticing that something was missing from his attire. "Forgot the daisy earrings?"
His hands flew straight to his ears and cursed in spanish under his breath. He couldn't believe he forgot those darn earrings again. The daisy studs were like a good luck charm, a gift from his grandma before she passed. "Conchetumare," he murmured, feeling like he'd just jinxed his night.
No matter. He'll win. He always does.
The murmurs grew to a crescendo as the race was announced, and the crowd began to disperse to their respective viewing spots. Nick nodded towards Z and Wolfey, who were already revving their engines in anticipation. He turned to Nate, slapping his hand into his palm for a firm handshake.
"Good luck, mate," Nate said with a grin before their group dispersed. As if he needed it, being luck and skill incarnate.
Just as he was about to climb into the Ferrari, a figure approached, strutting with an unusual flair that didn't quite match the scene. Pink poofy hair, sharp eyeliner and glitter lipgloss, a tight red dress that hugged every curve and muscle, and a pair of light blue Converses that destroyed the whole look. Nick felt his jaw drop slightly as he took in the sights.
Wait… why was he also feeling heat on his cheeks? Get it together, Nick! This was just a newbie. A newbie he was going to utterly destroy.
"Hey there," the figure said, their voice surprisingly deep and confident. They offered a hand, their nails painted a sparkling red to match the glint in their eyes. And that smile… full of teeth, a touch of mischief playing at the corner of their lips.
He was going to paint the pavement with this guy.
Nick took that hand firmly, giving it a quick shake, trying to ignore the jolts of electricity that seemed to pass between them. "Nice to meet you," he said with a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Vernias, right? Shorter that I thought," he quipped, trying to regain his composure. "Thinking you've got what it takes?"
Vernias chuckled, a sound that was surprisingly pleasant to Nick's ears, "Maybe. Who knows. Just here to have some fun and see if I can keep up with the big dogs."
Their handshake lingered a second longer than it should, the warmth of Vernias' palm seeping into Nick's. He had to forcefully pull his hand away, tucking it into his pocket to hide the tremble that had appeared out of nowhere. What was wrong with him?
"Just because it's your first rodeo doesn't mean we're going to go easy on you, bubby," Nick boasted, trying to sound as unfazed as ever. "You'll be eating my dust before you know it."
Vernias just laughed, a sound that made Nick's heart flutter like if butterflies had taken a hold of it. "We'll see about that," he said, his eyes gleaming with challenge.
The sound of a honk pierced through the air, signaling the race was about to start. Nick slid into his Ferrari, his mind already racing on its own. He couldn't get over the unsettling feeling Vernias had left him with, and it was throwing off his usual pre-race rhythm. He took a deep breath and focused on the engine's purr, letting it soothe him.
"Let's do this, baby," Nick whispered to his Ferrari, patting the dashboard as the engine roared to life. "Let's show that bozo what real racing is."
A resounding gunshot echoed through the night, signaling the start of the race. Nick shot forward, already creating a considerable distance between him and the other racers, his tires screeching against the asphalt. His heart was beating in sync with the engine's roar, his entire body tuned into the car's movements. He was right in his element, and nothing could shake him off his throne tonight.
… That was until he caught sight of Vernias in the rearview mirror, gaining on him with alarming speed.
"Puta la wea! How is he catching up?" Nick murmured, pushing the Ferrari's pedal down even harder, the engine's growl growing deeper. And he was trying to pass him, the audacity of that bozo! Then, a lightbulb went off in his head and a predatory smirk tugged at his lips.
He turned left, just where Vernias was about to pass him, blocking the maneuver with ease. Nick saw the brake lights of the pink car flash and hit the gas pedal with all he had, creating a gap between them, all while laughing at his little scheme.
"Take that, bubby!"
Nick's smirk grew wider as he watched Vernias struggle to keep up while they were approaching one of the curves next to the seaside. The poor guy didn't know what he'd gotten himself into.
"Suck on my tailpipe!" he shouted into the wind, his heart racing with excitement as the Ferrari responded to his every command. He loved this high, this thrill that came with speed and control.
But as he straightened out of the turn and glanced at the mirror again, his smugness disappeared. The fuchsiar car was still there, and it was definitely gaining on him. The gap he had created was closing fast, and Nick couldn't allow it. He pushed the Ferrari harder, feeling the engine whine with delight at the challenge.
Their cars were close to each other, so much so that if Nick leaned to his left he'd hit that pink monstrosity with his Ferrari's door. Nick's knuckles turned white as he clutched the steering wheel, his eyes never leaving the road. They were approaching the worst curve of the "track", one wrong move and it's a straight drop into the sea.
And Nick was not one to make wrong moves. Careless moves? Yes. Temerarious moves? Yeah, that too. But never wrong ones.
So, fully aware of the risk, sped up while steering all the way to the left, his tires barely kissing the line that separated the asphalt from the abyss, creating a rubber band effect. The Ferrari's tires screeched in protest but held firm as Nick's heart rate spiked.
"He's fucking crazy," Vernias murmured to himself, watching Nick's Ferrari dance dangerously with the edge of the cliff. It didn't matter how much he wanted to win, he was not risking his life on a first-time street race.
They kept their back and forth for a few more moments, the pink car sticking to Nick's tail like a shadow, refusing to back down. A few more straights and curves, and the finish line grew closer, the bright lights at the end of the stretch beckoning to them.
Nick smiled wickedly, his eyes fixed on the finish line. Vernias tried to catch up, but any attempt he made of getting on Nick's level, every attempt that got blocked by the Ferrari's tail. It was ruthless. Now he understood why everyone talked about him, why he was the one to beat. Nick drove like a professional rally racer. He had to admit it, it was kinda hot.
Meanwhile, as he prepared to cross the finish line, laughter started to bubble inside Nick. He hadn't had a race like this one in a while. A real challenge, a real thrill. He couldn't believe that this ridiculously clothed rookie had managed to push him to his limits like that and that it was doing things to him.
With those thoughts in his mind, Nick crossed the checkered line with a triumphant shout, the roar of the Ferrari's engine reverberating in his chest. He halted the car, watching in his mirror as the fuchsiar car pulled up beside him almost at the same time, with Wolfey and Zack not far behind. The crowd erupted into cheers and the sound of car horns blasting in celebration.
"Bro! That was awesome! You totally smoked 'em!" Nate yelled over the noise of the engines and the cheers of the crowd as he approached Nick's Ferrari, slapping the hood with a proud grin. Then he pulled Nick into a hug, lifting him slightly off the ground.
"Put me down, bro!" Nick hollered with a chuckle, slapping Nate on the back before he could pull away. He slowly crouched to kiss the Ferrari's bonnet. "Thanks, baby," he murmured.
"Congrats, Nick. Now I get why you got such a reputation around here," Vern called out, approaching the group with a wide smile that was more than a little infectious. Nick felt his cheeks redden again, and he hoped the darkness of the night would hide it.
"Not bad for a first time, Wormy. But I have to say it, it's been some time since I got such a challenging race. You got the skills, no doubt," Nick said, smirking at Vernias, trying to keep his attraction hidden.
"Who are you calling Wormy?!" Vernias exclaimed, an angry pout appearing on his glossed lips. He was such a dork, Nick couldn't help but chuckle.
"Hey, Vern! We're going to celebrate your 2nd place at the club! Coming or what?!" That seemed to be one of the people of Vern's group.
"Oh shit, coming guys! Just a sec, ok?" Then he turned to Nick and his group again and outstretched his hand. "I had so much fun today. We're totally racing again, right?"
Nick looked at that hand and then to his pink haired, dress wearing competitor, feeling a weird mix of emotions that he didn't want to put a name to. He nodded and took the hand firmly, "You got it," he said with a grin that was definitely more genuine than any of the ones he had shown tonight.
He wouldn't voice it out loud, but he couldn't wait to race against Vernias again.
And maybe, next time, it'll be him inviting Vernias out for some drinks.
(Vern's car is a more decorated and Vernias-like version of this car here :3)
