Marineford goes from extremely tragic to hilarious if you think of it like a DnD complain.
Ace’s player and Luffy’s player are actual brothers.
Ace started playing in late high school / freshman year of collage his first campaign was with the spade pirates but the group fell apart because the other players got job/ went to different schools / just life.
But Ace loved his character and wanted to keep playing. His friend, who played Masked Deuce, wanted to keep playing as well but wanted his character to be more combated focused. So he created the character of Marcos. (Both doctors and first mates, both friends with Ace) They got some new friends and kept playing in the same world just with a new crew
Whitebeard’s player is definitely Marco’s players actual dad. They need another player and Whitebeard loves his son and was like “I’ll play!” He either knows nothing about the game or has been playing since the 80’s and is the most knowledgeable person at the table. There is no in between.
The DM is probably Shanks or Rayleigh. I like to think it’s Shanks and his level 20 character he’s had for years just pops up occasionally to solve problem that the party needs help with.
Anyhow Luffy has heard Ace talk about DnD for years but he doesn’t have any friends to play with. So when he goes to college it’s like his number one goal.
Make friends,
make friends play DnD.
(We will talk about the Strawhats chaos later)
So everything’s going great. Ace visited Luffy and joined in on a few of their sessions. Still plays Ace, he loves this character, he’s played him for like four years now. But he gets to know Luffy’s friends and joins them for a bit in Alabasta.
He goes back to his complain and tells the whole group about Luffy (he has been for years but now he can talk about Luffy’s complain) and everyone wants him to bring Luffy around to play with them.
But then tragedy. The whitebeards have to disband, most of them are graduating, Marco’s player is going to med school it’s just going to be a long time before they can all sit down and play again.
So they decided to go out with a bang!
The Dm has Ace get captured and they plan this elaborate jail break for the party. But it just so happens Luffy is going to be on break at the same time as their last few sessions. And wouldn’t it be great if he joined them!
So the Dm (they are Dming both games god bless them) has the strawhats split up (they are all going on break and it’s a fun story reason for why they all won’t be together) then he pulls Luffy aside and is like, how do you feel about playing with your brother’s group? Luffy’s pumped he’s never been so excited.
So Luffy does all of impel down. Ace is there cheering him on and having fun role play at the same time. His friend Jinbei had wanted to try playing for a while so they gave him a character card and him and Luffy escaped Jail together.
But then we get to the actual Marineford season. It last for hours. There’s combat. There’s roll play. What none of the players knew, was that Whitebeard had approached the Dm about his character dying in combat protecting his kids. (He wanted this to be a memorable session for his son and his friends, they all cried, they loved it)
But then Ace get caught up in it all (this was not planed) and ends up getting his character killed. The table is in shock. There is no way that just happened!
Luffy is sobbing. His brother just sacrificed the character he had played for four years to save his character. He knows how much Ace means to his brother. He’s an actual reck. He had loved Ace to.
Ace’s player is upset, he did love that character, but it’s part of the game. It happens. He’s more upset about how hard Luffy’s taking it.
After the session the two brothers are hanging out. Luffy is apologizing for getting Ace killed and his brother, who’s played for years, and wants to make his brother laugh, says no worries want to help me make a new character?
So they spend the break writing a new character and working them into Ace and Luffy’s back story.
Later when the strawhats are all back together (breaking the news to them that Ace’s character had died was wild!) they are playing and making their way to Dressrosa. A new friend, Law, has joined them. And he is being so serious about his character’s serious back story.
Then Ace’s player roles in like “can I join for a session or two?” All the Strawhats are thrilled, they had a great time playing with him during the Alabasta arc. The Dm says sure and asks about his character.
The two brother’s just smirk at each other and the player introduces his new character: Sabo
They explain the back story, this is Luffy’s OTHER big brother. The strawhats are dying. Law is over them, this is serious! The Dm is just exasperated “you don’t have the Mera Mera fruit.” He’s trying to drive home that this is a different character. Ace/Sabo’s player agrees and they start playing.
Except the Dm loves to troll and brings in the Mera Mera fruit. And everyone already knows what’s about to happen.
Sabo eats the fruit and his player yells “thank god” throws Sabo character sheet to the side. And before anyone can ask why he pulls back out Ace’s character sheet crosses off Ace’s name and writes Sabo next to it (he also raises his intelligence stat)
“I’m back baby!”
I just love that anytime he pops in him and Luffy just say the most ridiculous things about their back stories.
“Remember how Ace had a tattoo of his name spelled wrong to show that he’s not book smart. Well that was a lie. He did it to represent Ace, Sabo, Crybaby, and Edward Newgate.” Ace/Sabo’s player says with Luffy nodding aggressively besides him.
Whitebeard player find out. Finds it all hilarious and is flattered Ace/Sabo’s player brought his character into their nonsense.
Every now and then Marco and Ace/Sabo will come play at the same time and Marco always ends up calling Sabo Ace for the whole session.
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Robin: Steve, why is Eddie biting your arm?
Steve: oh it’s a good stim for him, especially when he’s happy. Plus it feels good
Robin: You two are so weird
Steve holding his other arm out: wanna try it?
Cut to Dustin bursting in, seeing Robin and Eddie biting at Steve’s arm and promptly walking right back out
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AU where after a fight with his dad, Steve’s entire life implodes when he’s told that Hopper is his real father.
This just wrecks Steve. He knows that his dad is disappointed in him and that he has to work harder to make him proud, but to find out that it was impossible? That the reason it felt like his dad hated him was because he did? And - and Hopper hates him too?
It never occurs to Steve that maybe Hopper didn’t know. All he can think about is how easy it was for Hopper to adopt El, so it’s not that he didn’t want kids. He just didn’t want Steve in his life.
He doesn’t tell anyone about it for a long time - not even Robin - and then one day blurts it out. To Callahan.
Callahan says, “You know, Hopper is like a father-figure to me so-“
“Hopper is my father.”
And then Steve just breaks down in tears and Callahan thinks to himself that there was probably a better way to start off telling this kid to stop trespassing.
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The Party throws a party.
for @stobinmonth prompt: Steve and Robin die
They don't talk as much anymore. Ten years ago, things were different-- he would hear from the East Coast gang once a month and at least one of the Cali group was always hanging around the house, shoe rack overflowing in the front hall.
Eddie gets it. That's why he's so grateful when they can all get together like this, everyone under the same roof, just like Steve and Robin always wanted.
It's the anniversary of their death today. They were barely 50 when the two of them left the house for work and never came back. Time has healed the very worst of the loss for Eddie, but it stings him sometimes when he isn't expecting it. He can't imagine ever living through this day alone.
The shoes are piled up around the shoe rack, all different shapes and sizes and styles. The children are playing a video game in the living room. There's a loud ruckus going on in the kitchen over the margarita recipe. He already knows what he'll hear if he walks in. Steve's disciples will bray on about adding jalapeno in his honor. Robin's group will defend her lasting belief that jalapenos have no place in a beverage. They'll get nowhere until Lucas breaks and makes a second pitcher.
Eddie slips upstairs to collect the decorations. He should have done this before they all arrived, but he was busy. Okay. He was wallowing, but you would too sometimes if your best friends had been dead for ten years.
There's the string of letters that spells out their names. The giant blown up posters of the worst pictures of them he could find. A box of random shit he keeps firmly shut every day but this one.
When he comes back down, they're all in the living room cheering on the kids. And Mike, who has commandeered one of the tiny controller things. It seems like he's losing to his own son, who looks about as smug and shit-eating as Mike always had at his age.
They all help him hang the names and the posters, laughing as they do. The box takes its place of honor on the coffee table for anyone to open and sift through if they want to. It's always El who dives in first, somehow unafraid to face her grief.
They spend the day and half the night together. The older children go upstairs to watch a horror movie when it gets late while the youngest (a mop-headed Henderson) falls asleep half on top of his mother. There's a plush alligator wrapped in his lanky arms.
"He should keep that," Eddie says. The words come off his tongue more easily than he feels they should. He fights the urge to snatch them back.
Suzie and Dustin stare at him. "Are you sure?"
"It's just collecting dust in that box. Robin would want him to play with it instead." The fact that it's true makes the idea of it leaving the house a tiny bit more bearable.
Dustin sniffles, his eyes suddenly wet. "He never got to meet them, you know. It kills me sometimes."
Suzie pats his left hand, Max grabs his right. "He knows them, honey," his wife tells him. "Why do you think he knows every single story in that box? Why do you think he loves coming over here to be with everyone each year? That's Steve and Robin, babe. They're still here."
Eddie finds himself joining the waterworks that spring up after that, everyone grabbing a tissue from the table to wipe at their eyes or blow their nose.
She's right, he knows. Steve and Robin are here every year when the people they loved the most come together to talk about them. To complain about how annoying they were in life and in death. I mean, who lives through five separate otherworldly monster attacks and then dies in a ten car pile-up? It's absurd.
But he knows this party, these people all laughing together, is everything Steve and Robin would have wanted.
Eddie slowly collects the items from around the room and closes the box for another year.
Soooo...what about a mentally (kinda) ill. Steve Harrington due to the abuse he has suffered from his asshole of a father (well both the parents but wtv),the fights, AND the goddamn motherfucking RUSSIANS!! And the party gets to know about some hidden secrets...
Tag me if you want it or have written it...
(I am working on it and contains
TW! :
Child Abuse
Mentioned Harrington's
Steve's trauma
Russians(🙄)
Rape
Homophobic slurs 😭
Comforting Party🤍
Etc..)
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~Serenity
938 words | no cw | i know i said i would do eddies pov but everytime i tried writing it it felt off :< | and so sorry this took so long!! i have a LOT of stuff going on personally
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Robin snatched Steve’s backup phone from his hands before he could protest, scrolling through the messages with a gleeful smirk.
“Oh my god, Steve. You flirted with them.”
“I did not!” Steve lunged for the phone, but Robin dodged, hopping onto the couch to keep it out of reach.
“Uh, ‘I hate how funny you are’? ‘Okay but you have to say who you are though’?” She mimicked his voice in a ridiculous falsetto. “That’s textbook flirting.”
Steve groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “It’s not. I was just—curious.”
“Curious,” Robin repeated, deadpan. “Right. Because you totally put this much effort into every wrong number text.”
Steve opened his mouth, then shut it.
Robin grinned. “Exactly. Now—” She tossed the phone back to him. “Text them again.”
Steve fumbled the catch, barely saving it from face-planting onto the floor. “What? No. I already apologized for the wrong number thing. It’d be weird.”
Robin rolled her eyes so hard Steve worried they might get stuck. “Steve. You trauma-dumped about your terrible date to a complete stranger, and they not only listened but joined in on roasting him. That’s not ‘weird.’ That’s fate.”
Steve scoffed. “Fate?”
“Fate,” Robin repeated solemnly, pressing a dramatic hand to her chest. “Now text them, or I swear to god, I’ll do it for you.”
Steve hesitated, thumb hovering over the screen.
It was kind of nice talking to them. And they were funny. And—okay, fine, maybe a tiny bit intriguing.
He exhaled sharply and started typing.
Steve: so. about earlier.
Steve: i feel like i should apologize again for trauma dumping on a stranger lmao
The reply came almost instantly.
Unknown Number: nah, don’t worry about it. your suffering was highly entertaining
Steve: wow. glad my pain amuses you
Unknown Number: it really does. so, any updates? did you block the guy? change your name? flee the country
Steve: considering all options tbh
Unknown Number: i vote flee the country.start fresh. new identity.
Steve: you’re a terrible influence
Unknown Number: you have no idea ;)
Steve bit back a grin.
Robin, who had been shamelessly reading over his shoulder, nudged him with her elbow. “Oh my god, they’re flirting with you.”
“They are not,” Steve hissed, though his ears felt suspiciously warm.
Steve: still not gonna tell me who you are?
Unknown Number: nope. but i’ll give you another hint
Steve: …ok?
Unknown Number: i have two eyes
Steve groaned.
Steve: revolutionary. truly.
Unknown Number: i know, i’m so mysterious
Steve: you’re so annoying
Unknown Number: you love it
Steve’s thumb froze over the screen.
Robin let out a loud “Ooooh.”
Steve elbowed her. “Shut up.”
Steve: bold assumption
Unknown Number: not an assumption. a fact.
Steve’s face warmed.
Robin cackled. “Oh my god. They’re good.”
Steve ignored her, typing quickly before he could overthink it.
Steve: okay. if you won’t tell me who you are, at least tell me how you got my number
Unknown Number: wouldn’t you like to know, harrington?
Steve blinked.
Steve: wait. you know my name?
Unknown Number: of course i do.
Robin gasped. “Ohhhh shit.”
Steve’s pulse jumped.
Steve: okay now i definitely need to know who this is
Unknown Number: where’s the fun in that?
Steve: i hate you
Unknown Number: no you don’t
Steve exhaled, exasperated but amused.
Steve: fine. keep your secrets. but i will figure it out
Unknown Number: looking forward to it
Robin snatched the phone again before Steve could stop her, typing rapidly.
“Robin—”
“Relax! I’m helping.”
Steve grabbed for the phone, but she danced out of reach, hitting send with a triumphant smirk.
He stared in horror at the screen.
Steve (Robin): so when are you guys going on your first date? since you’re so sure steve loves you
Steve’s stomach dropped. “Robin.”
The reply came instantly.
Unknown Number: name the time and place. i’ll be there.
Steve groaned, burying his face in his hands.
Robin cackled. “This is the best day of my life.”
Steve grabbed the phone back, typing frantically.
Steve: IGNORE HER. SHE’S A MENACE.
Unknown Number: too late. i already like her
Steve: …this is a nightmare
Unknown Number: don’t worry, steve. i’ll make sure our first date is better than your last one
Steve: you’re insufferable
Unknown Number: you’re blushing
Steve was, in fact, blushing.
Robin collapsed onto the couch next to him, wheezing with laughter. “Oh my god. You’re screwed.”
Steve groaned, throwing an arm over his face.
This was not how today was supposed to go.
(And yet—some small, traitorous part of him was excited.)
Steve stared at his ceiling, phone resting on his chest. He should not be thinking about this. He should not be smiling at his phone like an idiot. And he definitely should not be considering texting them again.
But.
He grabbed his phone.
Steve: okay. one more hint.
Unknown Number: bold of you to assume i’ll give in that easily
Steve: bold of you to assume i won’t annoy you until you do
Unknown Number: oh? so you are planning on keeping me around?
Steve: don’t flatter yourself
Unknown Number: too late ;)
Steve huffed a laugh.
Steve: fine. no hints. but answer me this—do i actually know you?
Unknown Number: maybe
Steve: that’s not an answer
Unknown Number: it’s my answer
Steve: you’re impossible
Unknown Number: and yet here you are, still texting me
Steve rolled onto his side, biting his lip to keep from grinning.
Steve: …shut up.
Unknown Number: make me
Steve’s breath caught.
Oh.
This was bad.
This was very bad.
Because whoever was on the other end of this phone?
Steve was doomed.
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the newest chapter was crazy
Robin fully thinks that Dustin is a dog that was sent to obedience school and not a human child that went to summer camp because Steve talks about him like:
Steve, sighing wistfully: I just miss the little guy, you know?
Robin: ?
Steve, right after servicing ice cream to a guy: That’s my mailman. Dustin fuckin’ hates that guy. Goes crazy when he sees him.
Steve: *does not elaborate on Dustin’s long standing feud with the postal service*
Steve: My parents are actually kinda happy that’s he’s gone. They think he’s loud.
Robin, thinking of her neighbor’s dog: Yeah, they’re like that.
Steve: And the jumping, they hate that.
Steve: - bunch of chocolate. Got an upset stomach and threw up.
Robin: They can’t have chocolate.
Steve: Yeah, I know. He’ll throw up!
Steve: Dustin’s coming back next week. I think I’m going to get him a welcome back gift. Got any ideas?
Robin: Something that squeaks?
Boy, walking up to the counter: Hi
Robin: Hi
Boy: I’m Dustin
Robin, internally: *no one can ever know any of my thoughts ever*