Dungeon master

Courier, trying to talk themselves out of stealing the 37 gold bars in the Sierra Madre, knowing full well they'll die if they do:

Courier, considering decapitating Father Elijah and using his head to transport 1300 lbs of gold back to the Wasteland, and effectively crashing the economy indefinitely:

The thing a lot of people don’t seem to get about Alastor and Vox’s dynamic is just how mutual it is. I’m not strictly talking about feelings here, I’m more referring to the fucked up parts of their relationship. Vox stalks Alastor, but Alastor knows about it and not only enjoys it, he counts on it. Alastor is dishonest and loves talking people into things, but Vox knows this and expects it. They enjoy hurting each other, but all of their fights across seventy years never resulted in the death of either of them (and if Alastor’s fighting style in the finale where he barely harmed Vox at all is any indication, their fights were likely games, and a mix of “pain and pleasure (but mostly pain)” for both of them). Vox ties Alastor to a chair, but given that Alastor has enough movement that he can do acrobatics on it and move across Vee tower, the binding is completely useless and only there to further this little game they have. Vox shocks Alastor, Alastor opens his legs to let Vox come closer at the end of don’t you forget reprise.

Im starting to find it funny how often kaladin and adolin think of eachother even when theyre away from eachother

HE HAD A SON NAMED

Edward “Plorn” Dickens. my god.

With each addition to this, I find myself nodding and murmuring, "Mm hm. The Plorn Dickens."

i made my character a human fighter who’s a housewife/empty nester seeking adventure and wholesome fantasy violence after discovering that her husband is having an affair