18+ only please. NSFW at times. Hodge-Podge of things that I like and amuse me. Every once in a while I make a funny post. Varricmancer. Chicken Nugget Enthusiast. Chocobabe. Sailor Moon. Writer. Reader. Pacific Rim. Fable 3. Mass Effect. The Avengers. Watcher Entertainment. Cartoons. Assassin's Creed. Basic Loki bitch.
the issue with writing for yourself is that you will get sucked into rereading your own fic over and over and pretend it’s “editing,” but really you’re just reading because it’s exactly what you want to read. because you wrote it. for you.
Sneaking in past Venatori and one of them is all: what does Rook smell like?', imagine riding beside them at the head of the army.
Who is telling the Venatori about Rook? And what are they saying that this guy thinks this?
And Lucanis, the love of Rook's life offers, very eagerly, "I could kill them for you, on the House."
Kinda curious how the others respond to that part, Emmrich could curse him I guess? Davrin can set Assan on him..
I like to think that Venatori is hearing it from the guys who just got their asses handed to them (in a very public way) by an absolute snack so they’re talking about what Rook smells like is probably the concussion talking lol. Everyone is like ‘you’re not apart of the death blood cult until you’re on the ground with the rain falling onto your face and the hottest person you’ve ever seen is leaning over you, smelling like [insert personal preference].’
Like Rook comes up with a spell (or with help from Bellara/Neve if they’re non-mage) to smell like the best or worst thing that they imagine and it’s 50/50 as to what you’re gonna get.
Emmrich just fixes his lips in a thin line and then when Rook’s back is turned hexs the Venatori. Suddenly they’re itching all over or can’t stop sneezing or w/e and he just hustles the group along so no one starts asking questions.
Neve can’t make a face when she hears the line so instead she just makes a number of observations about the person. Then afterwards he gets a letter detailing some hyperspecific blackmail that no one else was around to see (there were, he just wasn’t paying attention to the help) and a 'strong encouragement’ to distance himself from the Venatori.
Bellara wants to tell the guy that Rook smells so good, but a glare from Neve has her swallowing her words. Later on, the camp realizes that all their artifacts are broken with important components missing.
Harding/Taash just goes for an arrow to the jugular/fire everywhere when fighting and hope they got the guy.
if nintendo wants me to pay eighty of god’s own dollars for a video game it better blow the cock clean off my torso. if nintendo expects me to drop eighty big ones to play the new mario kart bowser better step out of the screen and fuck me so hard as to turn every bone south of my eighth vertebrae into a fine powder. i need to be made into the worlds wettest sandbag from the waist down to justify that eighty dollar price tag
reggie wants me to pay eighty big ones for a piece of plastic that i can put in my Nintendo Switch 2 in order to Get Permission to download the game off the internet. what sick son of a bitch signed off on this. what demented capitalist Ghoul looked at video game cartridges and said “you know the problem with those is that they have The Video Game on them.” and then decided to make people pay 33% more for 100% less game per cartridge
eighty dollars. eighty clams. eighty pepperonis. sixty dollars is too much for a video game. fifty dollars is enough to make me raise my eyebrows and suck air through my teeth. and you want me to spend Eighty dollars on Mario’s Kart? you’re sick
Imagine for a moment you’re one of Lou Wilson’s new neighbors. This guy moves in driving the joker-mobile. He gives you his number and when your call goes to voicemail you’re treated to a full gospel choir. One day you catch a glimpse through his window and he’s just scratching hundreds of scratch-off lottery tickets. He owns two jet skis.
