August Challenge!
It's time for our August challenge: Music Kink!This post will serve as the prompt submission, claims, and posting area. This challenge functions like your average kink meme: Anonymously (or un-anonymously!) give a prompt in the comments section with a fandom, pairing, and (here's the kicker) a song instead of a kink. Then, others will hopefully
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“…because I have aaaaaaaall the luck!” Vriska laughs, tossing her dice across the Parcheesi board. John laughs, stopping one before it bounces off the edge and smacks his teal-covered knee; she’s already sending her pieces skittering across the board in accordance with the sixes that she rolled, not even bothering to look at the dice. “All of it!”
He smiles, tossing his own dice up and down in his hand. “For things like this, anyway. Does it make up for the rest of it?”
She freezes, one piece hovering above the board. Her wingtips tremble; the light reflected shivers across the ceiling. “What?”
“Well, eheheheh…” Talking to Vriska is harder than talking to anyone, even Rose at her cleverest and most sarcastic; he wonders if the him that she knew was any better at it. He hopes not. “Well, I mean… like, a lot of the stuff that happened to you sounded really sucky, right? I mean, you sounded like you were pretty sad about it.”
“So?” She tugs at her hoodie, scowling; it’s a little scary when she does that, all teeth and strange eyes, but it’s okay. He knows she isn’t going to hurt him. He’s pretty sure.
“Well, it wasn’t really that lucky, was it? I mean, getting stuck with your lusus, and losing your eye -”
Plastic dice and playing pieces scatter like leaves in a storm as she leaps to her feet, glaring at him. “Luck has nothing to do with that, shitbrain! Nothing at all! That’s how it works, you get that? I have all the luck, I’ve always had all the luck I could ever need and then some! I have enough luck for a hundred of you lamebrain fuckwads who always have to worry about what’s going to happen next or where it’s going to come from or whether a tree is going to fall over on you or if you’re going to fall asleep in the wrong place at the wrong moment when your lusus is hungry and desperate enough to get at you!”
“Your - your lusus tried to eat you?” John asks, blinking up at her. “That - that’s -”
“No! No, she didn’t try to eat me, because she never had the chance. Because I’m lucky! I have the chances! I’m the absolute best there is, do you understand that! Bad things don’t happen to me!”
“Then…” He blinks; she’s screaming now, hands twisted up into fists that have to be hurting her a little bit with those claws, face gone a funny different kind of paler and more blue that he thinks probably isn’t good, and he doesn’t understand what’s going on. “So was it lucky to get your lusus, then? Instead of one that wouldn’t have eaten you even if she’d had the chance?”
“Luck has nothing to do with what lusus you get, okay? You get the right lusus for you! She was right for me because I could take care of her, because I could keep her fed and not get eaten like Tavros or Aradia or even Terezi would have if they’d had a lusus as hungry as mine, okay? I got her because I’m the best, because I could handle her, because I - have - all - the - luck!”
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