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Popping in to bring you some Scarebeast and Riddler.

I like the idea of Scarebeast being a monster to everyone, but to Eddie he’s a total dear and it makes Eddie feel extra special. Look how smug Eddie looks.

He also likes bringing Scarebeast along to negotiations that don’t lean in his favor haha.

My 8 yr old cousin loves my bee stickers / knows how much I love bees & so tonight at a family dinner he surprised me with this drawing he did for me & I am shook by how cute this is💛🐝🐝

I heard you wanted fanart ^_^

So I may have gone a bit overboard here BUT YOUR CHARACTERS ARE SO FUN TO DRAW so… yeah.

Also, Alba is gorgeous? How do you make his hair look so fabulous. It’s amazing.

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((THIS IS SO GOOD??? Thank you so much ahhhhhh i have no words!! Both of them look so cute I’m CRYING))

man so the group I dm sort of crashed and burned because I kept getting flustered and anxious. that said, I’m gonna start dming again eventually, and I’ve been inching along on a plot.

I wanted a means of re-using characters from sessions that ended/burned out/never started proper– mostly because it’s my fault that a lot of my friends characters went unused or underused– so the plot revolves around a guild of dimension-hopping heroes who recruit new members from across the multiverse. Teams in this guild consist of 3 (although maybe more if I expand my group) heroes, each representing the Coalition of Retribution Enactment, or the “CORE’s” core tenants. Those being revenge, prevention and recovery. In their own universe, they hunt down monsters and save people from tragedies as their heroic deeds in other universes have cursed their own to be proportionately unlucky. When they defeat a monster/villain, they drop “hero coins” which depict heroes of the multiverse, minted onto coins. These coins will have pictures of various PC’s from literally ANY other session. These coins can be tossed into the fountain (a huge whirlpool below the base of the CORE) at a rate of 3x to use it as a means of teleporting to a new dimension. There, they complete missions for inflated rewards, and are unable to return home until the task is finished. Only then will a portal back to their own world open.

The goals of the group is to uphold the tenants, intervene in tragedies because the innocents of the multiverse deserve better, and to get those coins. Collecting coins and depositing them into your team’s funds raises your rank on the leaderboards– This unlocks new items, better lodging, and secret spells!

The current leaderboard high score belongs to the “God Dang Gang”– who’s name i definitely am borrowing– Ft Maura, the half elf bard, Allay, the tiefling rogue/cleric, and Grott, the dragonborn ranger. They’re fuckin’ good at their jobs.

Now, there are some sinister things brewing in this universe. A greedy god has his eyes on the hero coins, whose magical properties have yet to be fully understood. A benevolent god grows annoyed that mortals are using his powers to skip across the multiverse on a whim. A powerful goddess’ followers believe that the actions of the CORE are disrupting fate.

anywho

Pairing: Iwaizumi/Oikawa

There was only one reason for Iwaizumi to meet Kuroo Tetsurou 75% naked in his living room.

Only one and everybody knew that reason.

“Hey.”

Kuroo grinned, flashing his annoyingly white and perfect teeth. Considering the only thing keeping him decent was a pair of black boxers, Kuroo was doing a good job keeping his composure. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, one ankle over the other, acting as if him being there was perfectly reasonable. 

This was the last thing Iwaizumi had expected when coming back from picking up dinner that he ended up throwing out entirely untouched later.

“What’s up, Iwaizumi?”

“Hey.”

This seemed to be Kuroo Tetsurou’s greeting of choice, Iwaizumi noted dryly as he downed his shot right when Kuroo slid into the booth across from him.

“What’s up, Iwaizumi?”

My foot in your ass.

Nothing,” Iwaizumi answered. He’d been actively avoiding both Kuroo and Oikawa since that day. Kuroo was easy; Iwaizumi hardly ever saw him, but given that he was living with Oikawa, avoiding him was harder. 

Whenever he’d come home and see Kuroo’s shoes by the front door, he’d turn around and leave immediately (though, admittedly, sometimes kicking those stupids shoes.) He realized it was immature. He realized he was being petty and passive aggressive, but he didn’t care. Kuroo was a good friend–one of the best, really–and would never purposely do anything to upset Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi’s attention was drawn to the bar at a sudden peal of laughter, catching sight of Oikawa being a little too flirty with the bartender. Iwaizumi had given up reprimanding him about it, realizing Oikawa had a point when saying that it was common practice. Also, he made sure to add, Iwaizumi had saved a ton of money on drinks with Oikawa’s flirting.

That was something he couldn’t argue.

He didn’t realize his eyes were narrowed until he caught Kuroo staring at him, sharp eyes glinting. Barely masking his flinch, Iwaizumi took a sip of his beer. “How’s your… thing… going?”

Unlike Oikawa, Iwaizumi had not even begun to master the art of casual cover-up conversation.

“Iwaizumi,” Kuroo started slowly, leaning back and draping one arm across the back of the booth, “…you’re cool with this, right?” he asked, tilting his head, looking so annoyingly nonchalant that Iwaizumi wanted to punch him.

Iwaizumi, having never been a great liar, spat out “of course” a lot more harshly than he intended. An apology sat at the tip of his tongue but he swallowed it and focused on a stain on the table instead.

Because he definitely wasn’t fine with his friend hooking up with the childhood friend he’d been in love with for years. It wasn’t even Kuroo’s fault; Iwaizumi hadn’t told anybody about how he felt, hoping that would make his feelings go away. But instead of his feelings for Oikawa going away, Iwaizumi had now developed incredibly strong feelings of the unpleasant kind towards Kuroo Tetsurou. 

He heard Kuroo humming, looked up just in time to hear ‘right’ said in such a slow way in a particular tone with a cunning smirk that Iwaizumi felt his stomach drop straight to the ground. But before he could try to deny what Kuroo obviously just figured out, Oikawa slid into the booth next to Iwaizumi, the feeling of their thighs touching setting his skin on fire and announcement to get super drunk lighting an urge to punch him. 

The last thing Iwaizumi remembered was Kuroo smirking, though there were hazy instances of Kuroo leaving the two of them alone more often than usual and definitely one time where Kuroo unabashedly shoved Oikawa right into Iwaizumi, rum sloshing over both of them.

Iwaizumi woke up the next morning with Oikawa’s head on his chest, body sprawled out and arm over his stomach as they laid in Iwaizumi’s bed together. Managing a small laugh, Iwaizumi rubbed his eyes and purposely shifted, causing Oikawa to jolt awake. He whined and Iwaizumi mumbled ‘your head is heavy as fuck’ but didn’t protest when Oikawa placed his head just as it had been. 

Iwaizumi relished in being so close to him for a few moments before allowing reality to twist his gut, starting to feel around the nightstand for his phone. “Shouldn’t you be with Kuroo?” Iwaizumi managed to ask without too much bite.

“Nn… Tetsu-chan dumped me,” Oikawa mumbled, snuggling closer to Iwaizumi. “Besides, Iwa-chan’s so much closer. His bedroom’s in the same apartment as mine.”

Iwaizumi’s breath caught in his throat and Oikawa apparently noticed, as he tapped his chest lightly. “Breathe, Iwa-chan,” he chirped, eyes still closed.

“…Why?” he asked and then took a breath.

“Said somebody would get hurt… actually, he said somebody was getting hurt. Tetsu-chan must’ve been drunk… forgot his verb tenses…”

Oikawa yawned and soon he was asleep again. Absentmindedly threading his fingers through Oikawa’s hair for a bit, Iwaizumi reached for his phone and scrolled down to his chat with Kuroo, realizing he hadn’t sent any texts since two days before finding him nearly naked in his apartment.

To: Kuroo Tetsurou
thanks

A few moments later and a laugh that woke Oikawa up, causing a series of whines that helped Iwaizumi realize he was definitely hungover:

From: Kuroo Tetsurou
course. least i could do, you poor bastard