#The Staff

[wolfoftonight]

GUESS WHO COMPLETED THE QUEST OF A LIFETIME

WOLF REF WOLF REF WOLF REF

[ilaria-jinx]

“I’m gonna try to be worthy of that trust,”

“I won’t let them hurt you”

“I believe that”

When I tell you that this made me cry. This made me cry so much. I’m in love with them. I want to be in a group hug with them. I want to self-insert as Ghost. Or Flicker. Or something. I don’t know. This is getting away from me. My point is that I’m crying.

[terrence-silver]

what would happen if Terry fell in love with the help?

He wants them.

He has them.

He keeps them --- and nothing and no one prevents him from doing so.

[sketchingstuff0]

The staff

[heartandquill]

Meet the Staff!

Interested in knowing who's making your beloved games? Meet the team and feel free to send in some questions!

@meliacamellia - Founder, Writer, Artist, Graphic design, Whatever we need help with

Our local shojo trash bag and artist, Melia! We only have one artist her art style is just inconsistent.

@liliths-missing-pen - Founder, Writer, Social Media, Programmer

Everyone's favorite 5'8 twink enthusiast, its Lilith! One of our head writers and storyboard workers.

@fuyuwithmagic - Writer

Do you smell smoke? Our writer Fuyu must be near by setting fires because her writing is cooking! Or... she's just setting forest fires for fun.

@idk-bro-gay - Writer

It's everyone's favorite server mom, it's Berry! Not only are they working with us to make otomes but they're working on their own webtoon as well!

[terrible-monkie-kid-aus]

Au where Mk just has the staff in ring form when he’s not using it. Just like Stella’s from Winx Club.

[ifyougoillfollow]

trick or treat!!

Have a treat, sweet Anon 😌🍬

this is the opening to an 'our little group has always been'-verse wip (that’s so closed to finished like holy shit i just need to get this out already goddamn……)

anyway:

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All conversation ceases when Shouta walks into the staff lounge. Every pair of eyes in the room sweeps over to him.

Shouta, in dire need of the morning's first coffee, decides not to give a damn.

He heads for the coffee pot.

Nobody says anything to him as he pours and subsequently downs an entire mug of lukewarm sludge. Shouta takes this as a good sign. If there were an actual emergency, someone would have said something by now. Tuning out his gossip-mongering coworkers' hushed whispers, Shouta pours himself another cup before trudging over to his desk. For everyone's sake (mostly his own), he pretends to buy their terrible attempts to hide their gawking. The feeling is uncomfortably familiar, but he ignores that, too. It's much too early to start dwelling on the shit-show that was the aftermath of USJ.

By the time Yagi shows up, the conversation around the room has mostly returned to normal. Having long grown used to the man's noisy entrances (and noisy entrances in general, courtesy of Hizashi), Shouta is well on his way to ignoring him, too, until Yagi does an audible double-take in the middle of his good mornings and sputters out a surprised, "Aizawa-kun?"

Shouta suppresses a sigh. "All Might." He nods in greeting. "Can I help you?"

"Er – well, no, not as such." He hesitates. "I guess I'm just surprised to see you here, is all. Pleasantly so, of course!"

"Not sure why you would be, seeing as I work here."

Yagi laughs good-naturedly, then hesitates again.

"Spit it out, Yagi."

"Well, I just assumed you'd be with Present Mic –"

Shouta's head snaps up.

"– given what... happened."

"What," says Shouta, coolly, "'happened' with Present Mic?"

Yagi's brow furrows. "There was an incident with some villains causing trouble at a nearby museum this morning. Fortunately, Present Mic handled it before anything got too out of control, but... well, last I heard, he was admitted to the hospital."

Shouta sweeps his gaze around the room. Dead silence. Nobody meets his eyes.

"Was anybody," he says, "going to let me know Mic's been hospitalized, or was I supposed to telepathically glean that information from your incessant gawking?"

Cementoss shrugs. "Honestly, we thought you knew."

"It's been all over the news," Thirteen offers meekly.

"Does it look like I've been up watching the morning news?"

"Aren't you his emergency contact?" Vlad grunts.

"Of course I'm his emergency contact."

Dead silence again.

Yagi clears his throat. "They didn't... call you?"

More silence. The first bell rings.

"By the by," drawls Snipe, "anyone seen Midnight this fine mornin'?"

[ccasey0]

wait, did i never post this? oops. uh, here ya go :)

no big explanations his time. just a ref for mikey's staff :)

[castielsprostate]

[wolfoftonight]

"Come on! It will be okay." They say, a gentle smile on their face.

[dee-the-red-witch]

Oh look, just as fast and dirty as any other April 1st gag bit. Matt, Staff, Automattic, etc, FIX YOUR HEARTS. And do some work on the real problem on here.

[gayforcarstairsgirls]

[sufficientlylargen]

It always gets me that the name "Gandalf" literally just means "Wand-Elf" or "Stick-Elf". I'm imagining old Gondorians just being like:

Librarian: I saw that weird guy at the library again today.

Guard 1: What weird guy?

Librarian: The old guy with the beard? Kinda elfy-looking, apart from the beard?

Guard 1: Oh, with the big-ass stick?

Librarian: Yeah, looked like he was carrying an entire tree branch.

Guard 2: Yeah, that's the Stick Elf.

Guard 1: Hell yeah, I fuckin' love the Stick Elf.

Librarian: The "Stick Elf"?

Guard 2: He comes by every few years, usually after some weird book or other.

Librarian: Oh. Yeah, he wanted a treatise on goblin breeding habits.

Guard 2: Like, how they have sex? We have books on that?

Librarian: Yeah, turns out we do. I was as surprised as you are.

Guard 1: What'd the Stick Elf need a fuckin' goblin-fuckin' book for?

Librarian: I didn't ask. So you just call him "Stick Elf"?

Guard 2: I mean, he looks kinda elfy and he always has that stick, so, like, yeah.

Guard 1: Dude also has some fuckin' dope pipeweed.

Guard 2: Oh yeah, his pipeweed is awesome.

Librarian: How long has he been coming here?

Guard 2: Oh, for decades. He's, like, super old.

Guard 1: More like fuckin' centuries. Dude's old as balls.

Guard 2: Wait, really?

Guard 1: Yeah, my gran-gran used to talk about him. She loved his pipeweed too.

Librarian: So he's… an immortal pipeweed dealer?

Guard 2: I think he's just, like, a connoisseur. He doesn't sell it or anything. He just always has some really top-notch pipeweed on him.

Archivist: Oh, are we talking about Stick Elf?

Guard 1: Hell yeah we are!

Librarian: You know about the Stick Elf, too?

Archivist: Oh, totally. Stick-Elf's a super chill dude. Gave me some awesome pipeweed when I was maybe 12, and tee-bee-aitch I think I'm still a little buzzed from it.

Guard 1: What'd I tell ya, fuckin' dope pipeweed!

Archivist: Also he's really old.

Guard 1: Old as balls.

Librarian: Yeah, so Éodan and Jenniforomir were telling me.

Archivist: My grandpa used to tell me stories - he said one time he saw Stick Elf enter a smoke-ring contest.

Guard 1: Ooh, I'll bet he kicked fuckin' ass.

Archivist: Apparently the guy made an entire warship out of smoke and it flew around shooting down the other rings.

Librarian: And how much of this "fuckin' dope" pipeweed had your grandfather had by this point?

Guard 1: No no, that's totally plausible. Dude's got weird elf powers and shit for sure.

Archivist: He brought fireworks for the king's birthday one year, too.

Guard 1: Oh fuck, I forgot about those! Fuckin' incredible fireworks! Dragons and knights and glowy trees and shit! I was fuckin' 6 years old or something, they totally blew my mind. Hey Éodan, did you see that shit?

Guard 2: No, I think that's before I lived in Gondor.

Guard 1: Wait, you're not from here?

Guard 2: Oh, no, I grew up in Rohan. We moved here when I was, like, thirteen because my uncle Éojeff said he could get my dad a sweet job. And also that there were houses that didn't smell like horseshit.

Guard 1: Oh shit, are you related to Éojeff and Éosteve who run that æbleskiver stand on Norndîl St?

Guard 2: Yeah, they're my uncles!

Guard 1: Shit, they cook a fuckin' great æbleskiver!

Librarian: Ok, hold up a sec, "Stick Elf" can't possibly be his real name.

Guard 1: Why not?

Librarian: What? You think his parents named him in the hopes that he would carry around a fucking tree when he got older?

Guard 2: Maybe they gave him the tree when he was born!

Archivist: I don't think a baby could carry that stick.

Guard 1: You ever seen a baby hanging onto something? They're hella strong.

Archivist: It's not a strength thing, their hands are tiny. That staff is enormous!

Guard 1: My halberd's bigger 'n I am, I can hold it just fine.

Archivist: You're not a baby.

Librarian: Also why would elf parents name their kid "stick ELF"?! Presumably they know that their kid's going to be an elf!

Archivist: Is he actually an elf? I didn't think they grew beards.

Guard 1: How'd he get old as balls if he's not an elf?

Guard 2: His ears aren't that pointy. Maybe he's just a really old guy? Like, a Numémoriam or something?

Guard 1: Did you just say "Numémoriam"?

Guard 2: Nûnenorman? Munimõrbitan? Y'know, those guys like the king that can get super old.

Guard 1: You mean the fuckin' Númenóreans?

Guard 2: Yeah, the Númenóreums.

Archivist: Even the Númenóreans don't live THAT long.

Guard 1: Plus he carries that fuckin' stick around.

Guard 2: Wait, what does the stick have to do with it?

Guard 1: That's an elf thing. Y'know, trees and shit? Very elfy.

Librarian: Ok, look, but his parents naming him "Stick Elf" would be weird whether or not he's an elf. In fact, it's even weirder if he's not - what human names their kid "elf"?

Archivist: Huh. Yeah, you're right, he probably does have another name.

Guard 2: Yeah, I guess so.

Librarian: He's been coming here for decades and nobody's ever asked his real name?

Archivist: I dunno what to tell you, he's Stick Elf. Even his library card just says 'Stick Elf'.

Guard 1: Fuck yeah, the Stick Elf!

Guard 2: Maybe we could, like, ask him his name sometime?

Guard 1: Hey, look, Elrond's over there. He's old as balls too, maybe he knows?

Guard 2: Oh, we shouldn't interru-

Guard 1: HEY ELROND, YOU'RE OLD AS BALLS, RIGHT? WHAT'S THAT OLD ELF WITH THE STICK'S NAME?

Elrond (coming over): Do you mean an old man cloaked all in grey and blue, leaning on a rough-cut staff, who came to the great library this day?

Guard 1: Yeah, the Stick-Elf!

Guard 2: (Sorry to bother you, sir...)

Librarian: He's got to have a real name besides 'the Stick Elf', right?

Elrond: Indeed, for no elf is he. You speak of the wizard Olórin, wisest of the Maiar, older even than Eä itself. Many are his names in many countries: Tharkûn among the Dwarves; Incánus to the south; Mithrandir he is called among my people, the Grey Pilgrim.

Librarian: Oh.

Elrond: And here in the North he is called Stick-Elf.

Librarian: Oh.

Guard 1: Fuck yeah!

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[amisscreant]

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