#any gacha ritual ideas?

[12am-motivation]

may the tkdb gacha gods bless our pulls...

[etherealrin]

♡.ᐟ sanrio rings!

how proplayer!rin accidentally reveals his relationship with you to the public

warnings: none // wc: 929

note: my first post ever, hi LOL. ooc rin perhaps? female reader (reffered to as rin's gf)

rin forgets he even has the plastic ring on. so when he gets interviewed post-match and the cameraman zooms in on his right hand, which currently grips the microphone, he's a little confused.

"mr. itoshi!" the reporter exclaims, "what an odd choice of jewelry! and on the ring finger too, are you perhaps engaged?"

what? engaged? rin plasters a frown on his face, ready to go off at the woman.

"i have no idea what y-" rin begins, but cuts himself off. oh shit, he thinks. of course, on his ring finger sat the stupid little kuromi ring he had gotten with you in shibuya last week. his mind races back to the memory, and he groans internally.

"rin, please! let's get matching ones!" you squealed as you dragged him towards the staggering rows of gachapons deep inside the city's neon lit streets. the whole shop was filled to the brim with machine after machine, and one in particular had caught your eye. it was one containing comically large rings of sanrio character faces, ranging from cinamoroll to my melody to kuromi.

"fine, if that's really what you want to spend 400 yen on," he had sighed. he knew you would somehow rope him into wearing the diabolical little accesory.

"i really hope we get my melody and kuromi! y'know it's basically canon that they like each other, right?" you told him, laughing.

"i hope you know i'm not familiar with any of the sanrio lore," rin began. "but- if it's with you, it's not so bad…i guess." the last part was barely audible. you pushed him toward the white machine, with a little "you first!"

to his fortune (or now his misfortune, he figured) he did indeed manage to obtain the black kuromi ring you had wanted him to wear. his attention then shifted to you. you were crouched down over the machine, and, wait…why were you performing a summoning ritual? you had pulled up my melody pictures on your phone and waved it around like a mystic.

"you're silly," rin deadpanned.

"but it'll work, watch this!" you shot back. the tips of your finger grasped the small wheel of the gacha machine and you turned it slowly. an opaque pink ball dropped out of the prize slot. "i did it! see?" you said smugly, giving rin a pointed look. "now you have to put yours on, so we match!"

rin sighed, but he slipped the ring onto his finger, choosing the exact same placement you had done for youself. the right ring finger?

"hey- you do know what this means right?" he asked you, a faint rose tinting his cheeks.

you giggled. "it's a promise! we're now engaged under the laws of sanrio!"

"so? what's the news?" the reporter inquires again. rin snaps back to the present, having temporarily forgotten he was in a post-match interview and on nationwide live television. oh, you must be watching too, he realizes. itoshi rin could only come up with one explanation now: the truth.

"i got it with my girlfriend the other day, she wanted to match," he says with all air of nonchalance that he can muster.

"girlfriend? mr. itoshi, you're in a relationship?" the reporter almost drops her microphone out of shock. rin feels his cheeks heat up, and he wants to smack himself for blushing on live television at the mention of you.

"yes. i have been in one for quite a while now," rin starts. "and she's the sweetest, most stunning girl in the entire universe. now if you're done asking me about my private life, do you have anything for the real game? or are we done here?"

"o-oh, yes…" the reporter babbles on about something he had done in the match and rin wraps up the interview at light speed, wanting to leave and to see you immediately.

when rin finally knocks on the door to your third floor apartment (and notices the glittery sanrio stickers plastered onto it) you open it almost instantly, with a finger pointing at his face.

"i saw your interview," you say, dragging him into your living room where he promptly sprawls out on the sofa, hiding his face in his hands. "i can't believe you forgot to take it off, it's been three days!" you laugh. "but…it was cute. really, thank you. i know how hard it must have been to tell the whole world about us,"

"it was worth it, for you," rin says softly. he's a bit embarrased now. yet he's running his fingers through your silky hair now, twisting and turning it, his lilting touch teasing your exposed shoulder and making you giggle as if being tickled. you notice the kuromi ring, still sitting on his ring finger as if it was the most rightful place for it to belong. he grabs your own right hand, lining your fingers side by side with his, grinning a little at the pink my melody on yours.

"hmmm, i love you too, rin" you reply to the boy. he pulls you closer and inhales deeply, breathing in your nectarine-like sweet perfume.

"you should come to my game next week in my jersey," he mentions suddenly. "i mean there's no point in going through the agony of having lukewarm people online trying to guess who my girl is, i want everyone to know its you." you can't help but smile up at rin. his azure eyes shine with something fragile and genuine, love. you give him a soft, small kiss, and he sighs contentedly.

"i'd love to," you promise.

a/n: if you've made it this far i luv u, this is inspired by the sanrio rings i got with my friend haha

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[solxamber]

Had the thought of "Malleus helps the prefect with their crush on a NRC student by suggesting fae courtship advice" and realized how funny it sounded but I cannot for the life of me write. So I skitter to you

So! Maybe a request of Malleus listening to how his beloved little friend has a crush on azul or idia whoever you choose, and is too anxious of rejection to ask them out, but he tries his best to help, however he most likely has no idea on human courtship, so ends up giving reader advice that mostly correlates with fae courtship rituals, maybe with Lilia helping out somewhat with advice he knows would work better for humans and maybe it can be a fem or gn reader?/lh

Fae Courtship 101: Romance Gone Wrong || Idia Shroud

In your desperation to confess your feelings to Idia, you've recruited Malleus to help you. Except his help is mildly concerning at best and extremely alarming at worst.

a/n: so sorry for the extremely long wait, i hope you like it <3

You were deep in super hell.

Not just any hell—ultra-max difficulty hell with a boss fight at the end. Why? Because you were hopelessly, embarrassingly smitten with Idia Shroud. Every time he so much as muttered a sarcastic comment under his breath, your brain turned into static noise and you felt like you were pulling on a gacha with a rate up of 0.000001%.

Which is why, when Malleus Draconia suddenly appeared in the middle of Ramshackle like a fae bat signal, you didn’t even blink. You were too far gone. You just flung yourself onto the couch and unleashed your woes like a possessed infomercial host.

“HE’S TOO CUTE,” you screamed into a throw pillow. “I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE. HIS HAIR GLOWS, MALLEUS. HIS. HAIR. GLOWS.”

Malleus, who had been standing ominously in the corner like a living gargoyle, tilted his head. “This sounds… grave.”

“IT IS,” you wailed. “Every time I see him, I want to just—ugh, I don’t know—hand him a limited-edition figure and tell him he’s my forever player two! But then I don’t because my brain decides to blue-screen instead! I’m a romantic coward!”

“Curious,” Malleus murmured.

You sat up, clutching the pillow like a lifeline. “Do you even know how bad it is? The other day, he tripped over his own shoelace and I almost confessed right then and there! I can’t keep living like this!”

Malleus’s glowing eyes narrowed in what could only be described as dramatic princely determination. “Say no more, child of man.”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“I shall aid you in this endeavor,” he announced, placing a hand over his chest like he was about to duel a dragon in your honor. “You have my solemn vow that your courtship will succeed.”

You blinked again, the words taking a few extra seconds to register. “Wait. What?”

“I have centuries of experience in matters of the heart,” Malleus declared with a completely straight face.

“You do?” you asked, very reasonably skeptical because the only “courtship” you could imagine him doing was with a gargoyle in a medieval tapestry.

“Indeed,” he continued, undeterred by your blatant disbelief. “Shroud will recognize your worth once we present him with a grand gesture of affection.”

“…Define ‘grand gesture,’” you said, suddenly wary.

“A trophy of unparalleled rarity,” Malleus suggested with the confidence of someone who had definitely never bought a gift before. “Or perhaps a demonstration of your magical prowess. You are quite skilled at… surviving near-death experiences, are you not?”

“That’s not a talent!” you yelped.

He ignored you, his enthusiasm building like a storm. “Yes. I shall teach you the ancient fae techniques of courtship. You shall sweep Shroud off his feet.”

You buried your face in your hands. “This is going to end in a lawsuit.”

“Nonsense,” Malleus said firmly. “It will end in love.”

You weren’t sure whether to cry, laugh, or start writing your will.

You stared at the piece of paper in your hand like it had personally wronged you. Because, honestly, it had.

Malleus was perched regally on your couch, sipping tea like this wasn’t entirely his fault. “This poem,” he said, voice brimming with pride, “will surely capture Idia Shroud’s heart. It is both heartfelt and… inventive.”

“It’s terrible,” you muttered, waving the paper at him. “It sounds like a rejected NPC dialogue option.”

“Nonsense,” Malleus replied, unbothered. “It is a masterpiece of raw emotion. Shall I read it to you again?”

“No!” you said, alarmed. “I still haven’t recovered from the first time!”

It had been a mess. Rhyming “gamer” with “flamer,” shoehorning in “Player Two,” and an overly dramatic stanza about “lighting up the dark like a 5-star pull.” It sounded like a bad RPG side quest.

“I can’t give this to him,” you whined. “He’ll think I wrote it drunk.”

Malleus, ever unshaken, tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Then I shall present it to him on your behalf. I am an excellent orator.”

Your brain lagged. “You what?!”

Before you could stop him, Malleus plucked the poem from your hands and practically glided out the door. You ran after him, panic bubbling in your chest.

You caught up to him just as he cornered Idia in the library. Poor Idia looked like he was questioning every life choice that had led him here.

“Child of man,” Malleus said gravely, holding the poem like it was an ancient scroll. “Your heart has crafted a most wondrous ode to Idia Shroud. Allow me to deliver your words of passion.”

“No. Nope. Nope,” you interrupted, lunging forward.

But Malleus had already begun. “To the one whose hair glows like—”

You didn’t let him finish. Instinct took over. You snatched the paper out of his hand and, in one smooth motion, ate it.

Idia blinked. Then blinked again. “…Did you just eat paper?”

You gagged but managed to choke it down, wiping your mouth with as much dignity as you could muster. “Yup. Totally. Don’t even worry about it.”

Malleus looked genuinely offended. “Why would you consume such a heartfelt creation?”

“Because it was awful,” you hissed, yanking him by the sleeve.

Meanwhile, Idia just stood there, watching this unhinged disaster unfold. He glanced at Malleus, then at you, then at the faint sheen of sweat on your forehead. “Man,” he mumbled, “I should’ve just stayed in my room.”

Malleus stood in the middle of Ramshackle’s living room, radiating regal confidence and possibly a bit too much enthusiasm for someone whose advice had caused you to eat a poem in front of your crush just two days prior.

“I have considered our previous efforts,” Malleus began, pacing dramatically, “and I believe it is time to enact a traditional fae courtship ritual.”

You squinted at him from your spot on the couch. “Define ‘traditional.’”

Malleus clasped his hands behind his back. “It is quite simple. You must leave a series of carefully chosen gifts for Idia to discover. Each one should symbolize your intentions, culminating in an offer of eternal devotion.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” you said cautiously. “What kind of gifts are we talking about?”

Malleus turned to you, his expression far too serious. “The first gift must be a bouquet of midnight roses—each petal dipped in the dew of the first frost. The second, a vial of your own tears, to show vulnerability. And the third, a token of your affection, forged in moonlit flames.”

You stared at him, horrified. “Malleus, I don’t know how to say this politely, but… are you nuts?!”

He frowned, clearly confused. “Is this not how humans express their love?”

“No!” you exclaimed. “Nobody’s out here crying into vials or setting up romantic blacksmith sessions!”

Malleus waved a hand dismissively. “Nonsense. It is a noble and time-honored method. Come, I will assist you.”

Step 1: Midnight Roses

Somehow, you found yourself sneaking into the Botanical Gardens late at night with Malleus, who had insisted on conjuring the “perfect” roses.

“These roses will shine with a light so soft, it will illuminate your sincerity,” he said as he gestured dramatically.

A small explosion followed.

When the smoke cleared, you were holding a bouquet of roses that were glowing like neon signs. “Malleus, these look radioactive. Are you trying to confess or give him superpowers?”

He looked affronted. “Their brilliance reflects your ardor!”

Your ardor looked like it would set off a Geiger counter.

Step 2: The Vial of Tears

“Now, you must cry into this vial,” Malleus instructed, handing you what looked like a fancy perfume bottle.

“Do you hear yourself?” you asked, utterly baffled.

“Think of your love for Shroud,” he said. “Surely the emotion will move you to tears.”

You tried. You really did. But after five minutes of sitting there awkwardly, all you had to offer was a single, pathetic sniffle.

“Perhaps I should assist,” Malleus said, reaching out. “Do you require a tragic tale? A dramatic betrayal?”

“No! Absolutely not!” you snapped, shoving the bottle back at him. “I am not sobbing into a vial for anyone!”

Step 3: The Moonlit Token

The final step involved an actual fire pit behind Ramshackle because, according to Malleus, the moonlit flames were essential.

“I shall forge your token,” Malleus declared, summoning a small inferno that nearly took out the lawn.

When the smoke cleared, you held a jagged piece of metal that looked like it was ripped off an air conditioning unit.

“What is this supposed to be?” you asked flatly.

“A medallion,” Malleus said proudly.

“It looks like I pulled it out of a scrap heap!”

You delivered the “gifts” to Idia during a moment of sheer madness, mostly because Malleus had already enchanted the roses to literally float behind you, and they weren’t going anywhere.

Idia opened his door and froze. His hair immediately flickered pink as he stared at you, the bouquet, the medallion, and—was that a perfume bottle?

“What… is happening right now?” he asked, his voice cracking.

“It’s—uh—fae courtship stuff?” you mumbled, trying to shove the glowing bouquet into his hands.

The roses sparked.

“Oh my god, is this thing going to explode?!” Idia yelped, throwing them across the room.

You panicked and shoved the medallion forward. “Here! It’s—it’s a token of my affection?”

Idia stared at the jagged metal piece. “Did you… dig this out of a junkyard?”

“NO!”

Finally, you shoved the vial of “tears” at him. Idia took one look at it, his face a mixture of disbelief and growing alarm.

“Did you just hand me a potion ingredient?!”

At this point, you were ready to die. Before you could explain yourself, Idia closed the door and slid down to the floor on the other side, clutching his heart.

“Fae Courtship...they like me,” he whispered, his hair a vibrant pink. “They're insane, but they like me.”

Meanwhile, you turned to Malleus outside Ramshackle, utterly mortified.

“I hate you,” you groaned.

Malleus only smiled. “An absolute success.”

Malleus was once again pacing in Ramshackle’s living room like a Victorian gentleman trying to solve the case of your disastrously one-sided love life.

“Here is what we shall do,” he said, hands clasped and gaze intense. “You will prepare a ceremonial feast. Cook for him using ingredients that symbolize your intentions. Lavender for devotion, honey for sweetness, and”—he paused dramatically—“a pheasant roasted under the light of the full moon. You must present it to him on a silver platter while reciting your feelings in the Fae tongue.”

You blinked. “Malleus. Where in Twisted Wonderland am I supposed to find a pheasant?!”

He looked mildly offended. “Surely you can catch one. Do you not have traps?”

“I live in Ramshackle, not the woods!” you snapped. “Also, I think Idia would keel over if I walked in with a roasted bird and started chanting in Fae.”

Malleus sighed. “Child of man, your lack of commitment is concerning.”

Before you could argue, Lilia materialized from who knows where with his usual mischievous grin. “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” he drawled. “This is incredibly entertaining.”

You glared at him. “Lilia, I’m in emotional distress, not a soap opera.”

“Exactly why I’m here,” Lilia said, flopping into a chair. “Malleus, your suggestions are delightful, but I’d prefer not to have Idia hospitalized from sheer terror. Allow me to offer some… balance.”

Malleus frowned. “Balance?”

“Yes,” Lilia said. “Like suggesting something sane, such as gifting him a rare figurine from one of his favorite animes. It’s thoughtful, meaningful, and most importantly, won’t require a midnight hunt.”

You thought getting a figurine would be easy. You were wrong.

You tried everything:

Azul offered to get it—if you signed a contract that basically gave him first claim on your future firstborn.

Ruggie smugly said he could “procure” it but asked for a kidney as collateral.

Just when you were about to accept your fate as figurine-less, Kalim swooped in like the sunshine prince he is, offering to buy it outright with his seemingly infinite wealth. “You want it? I’ll get it! It’ll be fun!” You could’ve cried.

Bless Kalim and his endless generosity.

When you finally gave the figurine to Idia, you were an exhausted wreck. It had taken days, multiple negotiations, and at least one near-death experience (Ruggie’s "payment terms" were aggressive).

Idia stared at the box, then at you, then back at the box. His hair flickered pink as his mind tried to process the situation.

“Is this—?” he started, his voice cracking.

You nodded. “It’s that limited-edition one you mentioned.”

Idia froze, clutching the box like it was the Holy Grail. “H-how did you even afford this?!” he stammered. “No offense, but have you seen Ramshackle?!”

“Bye!” you squeaked, panicking and bolting out the door before he could say anything else.

Malleus, watching you sprint away from Ignihyde like a spooked animal, nodded sagely. “Another success.”

Lilia shook his head, cackling. “If nothing else, this is fantastic entertainment.”

Meanwhile, back in his room, Idia sat on the floor, staring at the figurine. His hair was a fiery pink as his brain short-circuited.

“They remembered,” he whispered. “They actually remembered…”

Ortho popped into the room. “Big Brother, are you okay? Your vitals are—”

“LEAVE ME TO DIE IN PEACE!” Idia shrieked, clutching the figurine like a lifeline.

It was safe to say the figurine worked.

You were lying on the couch at Ramshackle, contemplating your life choices and whether Malleus or Lilia was the greater threat to your sanity, when Ortho appeared at your door.

“Big Brother has summoned you to Ignihyde!” he chirped, far too cheerful for your emotional state.

“What did I do now?” you groaned, throwing an arm over your face.

“I think it’s good news!” Ortho said, clearly hiding something.

Given that this was Idia, “good news” could mean anything from “I found a new game to play” to “you’re about to be the first human test subject for my latest invention.” Against your better judgment, you followed Ortho.

When you entered Idia’s room, he was sitting cross-legged on the floor, his hair flickering an anxious shade of pink. He didn’t even look up from his console, which was just a black screen because he’d obviously forgotten to turn it on in his panic.

“Uh, thanks for coming,” he mumbled.

“You did send your little brother to fetch me like I was being summoned to the Underworld,” you deadpanned, crossing your arms.

Idia winced. “Y-yeah, sorry about that. I panicked, okay?”

You sat down on the floor across from him, waiting. His hair crackled as he kept fidgeting, his gaze darting everywhere but you. Finally, he took a deep breath and blurted out:

“So, I’ve been analyzing your recent behavior, and it’s, uh… come to my attention that… maybe you like me?”

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift from mumbling to outright accusations. “Analyzing my behavior?”

“Yes!” he squeaked, gripping his knees like his life depended on it. “The weird flustered thing you do when I talk to you, the whole ‘anime figurine extravaganza’ that nearly killed you—don’t think I didn’t hear about that, by the way—and the fact that you’ve willingly talked to me more than once. It all adds up!”

Your mouth opened, but no words came out. He looked increasingly panicked.

“I mean, if you don’t like me, that’s fine! I’ll just—uh, go smite myself with a lightning bolt or something. Lemme call Malleus; he’ll be thrilled to help.”

“Idia—”

“But!” he interrupted, holding up a finger. “If you do like me, I… I think I should tell you that I… uh, I like you too.” His voice cracked on the last word, and his hair flared bright pink. “A lot. Like, an unhealthy amount of 'a lot.’”

You sat there, stunned, as his words hung in the air.

“And, uh, I’m confessing because… well, I’m not sure I’d survive another one of Malleus’s courtship rituals. No offense, but I think he’s trying to kill me. Ortho heard he suggested you bring me a lock of your hair dipped in a mild poison to solidify our bond?!”

At that, the floodgates broke. Exhausted, drained, and done with this entire saga, you leaned forward, cupped his face in your hands, and kissed him. His hair crackled as it flared a near-neon pink, and he froze like a system on the verge of a crash.

When you pulled back, you sighed. “Thank you for finally putting me out of my misery.”

“I—wait—what—” His brain was clearly blue-screening.

“Idia,” you said firmly, shaking him gently. “Yes, I like you. Yes, this whole thing has been a nightmare. And yes, if I have to call Malleus one more time for ‘help,’ I might smite myself.”

He blinked rapidly, finally rebooting. “Oh. Cool. Uh, can I—?” He gestured vaguely, his face red as a tomato.

You rolled your eyes and kissed him again, pulling him into a hug. Somewhere in the distance, you were pretty sure you heard Ortho cheering.

Back at Diasomnia, Malleus scribbled something into his journal. “Another successful courtship facilitated by me,” he muttered, thoroughly pleased with himself.

“Keep telling yourself that,” Lilia said, chuckling from his spot on the couch.

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[msachillelaurosfunnels]

Go on about the universe thing please (if you wish), I’m interested

The moment I have been waiting for... 😈😈

Disclaimer: everything in this post is part of a fictional world, IT IS NOT REAL!!! (well except for me, I'm real ☹️☹️) AND WARNING, KIND OF CRINGE...

So, this universe starts with me (yes, I'm the "main character", very cringe I know). I was (NOT AM) 10, with an emerging interest in history. All of the sudden, I gain powers? (So cringe bro). These powers allowed me to do a lot of things, except give myself immortality and many other things that would make me a "Mary Sue" lmao (a Mary Sue is a character with no flaws and/or is extremely overpowered I believe). These powers were inspired by Creator Luni, a character in a game I used to play religiously: Gacha World 😭😭😭. Basically a floating pad that I tap on to do/make whatever I want.

The character in question:

Ok anyways... So since I found out that I could revive as many people as I wanted (except for people who died when they were under 18), I got an idea: REVIVE THE UNITED STATES PRESIDENTS!!! Why? Because 10 year old me (BTW I AM NOT 10 RIGHT NOW.) wanted to get to know the country's former leaders (kinda stupid reason but hey it's whatever). How did I do it? On the 22nd of August, I teleported to each and every presidents gravesite at exactly 12AM, somehow get to the graves that were blocked off, block off cameras (if there were any cameras), and do the "ritual". (WARNING FOR BLOOD HERE) There's only three things you need for a revival ritual: your own blood, a pan to dip your hand palm first into the blood (it doesn't need to be a pan) and bandages to cover the wound. That sounds very weird, I know 😭 (And also, I learned about this "ritual" beforehand). This is how I did it: I used my powers to sharpen my fingernails into literal claws and cut my left arm to get some blood into the pan (btw the cut wasn't huge, just enough to be able to make a bloody handprint). I put my hand into the pan and then slapped my BLOODY HANDPRINT onto the name on the gravestone/coffin of every president. But, I left a tiny vial of my blood at Lincoln's tomb in the burial room(?), because I wanted to be found out. After the handprint is placed on the gravestone/coffin, it CANNOT be washed off and it will manifest for 12 hours after it is placed. After it is done manifesting, the handprint will dissapear. Since I did it at 12AM, they all came back to life at 12PM. (Joanna, if you wanted to be found out, why did you block the cameras? Well, I didn't want to be seen, but found out through the blood test.)

When every president woke up, they either woke up above their grave, or in their coffin in which they could easily open in nothing but a white robe. Since these gravesites and presidential libraries are open to the public, many people witnessed a former president spawn out of thin air in front of their own eyes.

Another thing about reviving a person is that these revivals can have side effects. These side effects are what's known as a "resurrection aftereffect" This can alter the resurrected person's physical and/or emotional functions and/or features, it can be a drastic or small change. The only president that was affected by this just so happened to be Franklin Pierce, but I will talk about the changes later. I learned about these prior to reviving the presidents, and I wondered WHICH ONES would be affected. When I found out they were revived, I sent the clothes they wore to them in a matter of seconds, so they wouldn't be stuck in a white robe. Three other things about my powers is that I can alter the age in which they come back in. In other words, I can choose which age they would be when resurrected, and they will be stuck at that age physically and mentally, but they would still retain memories from after the age they are stuck in. For example, Ronald Reagan died at 93 years old, when I brought him back, I changed his age to 75. The other thing is that I can remove diseases, STDs, and any other physical problem that a person had (NOT INCLUDING MENTAL DISORDERS AND/OR ILLNESSES). So in this universe, FDR CAN WALK (although he may need to regain the ability to do so) AND JFK DOESN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT BACK PROBLEMS AND OTHER DISEASES HE HAD???!!!?!????!? (And also, I can restore their teeth, so Washington no longer has dentures... 😈😈) The last thing is that when I age, I receive more abilities.

As expected, Lincoln found the vial I left that had a note on it "Send to a lab for testing", he definitely doesn't know what a lab is, so he just held onto it for now. When the president at the time, Donald Trump, caught wind of the news, he ordered a meeting of the former presidents. He sent government officials to go get the other presidents via transportation (obviously lol). Some of them were transported via car or the LITERAL PRESIDENT'S AIR FORCE ONE (or um the president's personal plane) because yknow Ronnie is literally in California. After all of the presidents were taken to the White House, they held the meeting. This meeting talked about where the former presidents would reside, and a myriad of other things. During this meeting, Lincoln presented the vial of my blood because he had no idea what to do with it lol. It was taken to a lab for testing. They concluded that the presidents would reside in the White House (which would require a bit of renovations I think lol), but they would not engage in the political affairs of today, unless ABSOLUTELY necessary.

A few weeks later, the test results came back. When they saw who it was, Donald ordered the government officials to come and take me to the White House for "questioning" or an interrogation, if you will. When they arrived at my house, my parents were obviously confused as to why they were here. They told them that they were sent by the president to get me, but assured them that I wasn't in trouble and showed my parents proof that they were legit officials. But before I left, I wanted to pack some things.

When I got to Washington D.C, I was taken into the White House. First, I was taken to meet the presidents. When they saw me, most of them were very bewildered. Some just stared at me, the others talked amongst themselves. All of them but Pierce (once again, I will get to this soon). They were very confused as to how and why a 10 year old girl brought them all back to life. After all of that, I was taken to a room for questioning. The officials and Trump asked me a myriad of questions, but I may need some help with coming up with the exact questions, as I am going to write a document going into more detail about this universe (Doodle, I'm looking at you... 👀👀).

Anyways, after this, the news of who was behind the revivals came out to the public. So I basically became a celebrity! Because of this, I wanted to make content on YouTube, but I had to get my parents to manage the channel for me. I wanted to choose 3 presidents to come onto the channel with me and record videos, whether it be informative or purely comical! The three presidents I chose were: Abraham Lincoln (He's one of the BEST presidents, no really!), Thomas Jefferson (because I did research about the dude, and I wanted to know MORE!), and Franklin Pierce (he interested me the second I found out about his existence, which was online and before the revivals, AND because of the resurrection aftereffects).

I informed all of the presidents about the important things that happened after they died (like WW1, WW2, 9/11, etc. And I'd teach the prezzes that died before the civil war happened about it too lol).

Now... LET'S TALK ABOUT THE EFFECTS PIERCE WENT THROUGH... 😈😈😈 Firstly, Franklin lost his ability to properly express emotion (his facial expression is literally blank, it was like he couldn't move his face to express emotion, but he could still speak. He can move his face, but can't express emotion somehow.). Secondly, his voice became void of ANY tone that would convey any sort of feelings. His voice sounded freakishly similar to a robot, it was still deep though. But CERTAIN tones (like when you ask a question) are still present. And lastly (this one is a small, physical change), his tongue grew longer??? (huh???????).

And most of the time, except for the videos, he'd avoid me, especially when I try to make a "friendly advance" (like an arm hug or smth). I initially didn't know why, but it WASN'T because he didn't like me and after I turned 12, he started avoiding me less (The reason as to why Pierce avoided me was because he believed he was cursed, and if we made an entirely platonic, emotional bond, I would die before December 19th, which is my birthday. But specifically December 19th, 2021 in which I turned 12. I have a WIP document going into full detail of the specific event btw lol).

There are other notable events, that I haven't written about YET.. 😈😈 Anyways, later on, I added two more presidents to the main group (John F. Kennedy, and Ronald Reagan!). And some time in early or late 2024, I bring PHINEAS GAGE INTO ALL OF THIS?????? (I started developing an interest in him, and then ended up reviving him. 😰😰😰😰😰)

And yes, I do face a bit of scrutiny for reviving them, because MOST of them weren't the best people (it's not my fault man, I knew little to NOTHING about them prior to this😢😢)... But I'm not gonna ignore it, being ignorant is NOT good when it comes to these types of topics (slavery, and other stuff 😰)... And don't worry, I end up "fixing" most of them (like changing their view on people that aren't white like them because being racist is the equivalent of being a LOSER lmao).

Wow, that took a bit to jot down (I didn't do this all in one day LOL)... Whatever though, it was (probably) worth it... 😈🧐 I can't believe I have finally released this universe for the entirety of Tumblr to see. 😰😰

This is what autism does to a person...

[djljpanda]

In crk, one of Black Lemonade's lines when you level her up is "I somehow feel stronger now, thank you.?" Or something along those lines, which implies the cookies don't really understand how the levelling up/promotion/gacha system might work, just that they feel stronger afterwards.

I think this could further lead the cookies into believing the player is some kind of higher power. Maybe one with the ability to give others power. Which, if the player does go to Earthbread and does in fact have that ability, could be interesting to explore.

It also implies, as mentioned previously that they don't understand how the gacha system works, and if we're taking this very literally.. does that mean we're technically abducting the cookies??? (I actually saw the theory tossed around during crk's early days), I get the vibe we're just kind of ripping them away from whatever they're doing at that moment, which seems a little.. rude.

I also think exploring what soulstones/soulcores are lorewise could be really cool. I think all the nonsense above would lead different cookies to investigate wtf is happening while in your kingdom, either to gain your power themself for nefarious purposes, or because they're completely freaked out, due to the whole weird ass summoning ritual that got them here in the first place (gacha pulling).

I imagine them intentionally going under the radar, since you don't really seem to notice their day to day activities there and they might be worried about what you would think.

Ngl, this could make a really good oneshot where the cookies investigate and it leads them into our world or something idk

Hydrogen Anon - I might expand on each of these ideas in other asks if you want-- if you have any expansions on this or have ideas any characters you write for I'd love to hear it. Cheers!!

I actually find the idea funny of the cookies doing little cookie things only to disappear and to reappear moments later.

But no I would also like to add the detail that some cookies don't even remember that gacha space kind of like here of what we think of aliens.

Like some cookies would disappear and everyone is just freaking but when they come back they don't remember anything but they feel stronger now. Or some will come back and just talk about where they were at and they felt some force. Some cookies don't think there is another exploitation and that there is no ther being besides witches.

I remember that you mentioned that MC helps the Main crew in battle, maybe that's how they e helps them she gives them a power boost.

I feel like even if cookies go under the radar MC might still be able to track them down. But when MC does end up in Earthbread I can see groups of cookies trying to track down MC because everyone wants that power boost.

Cheers! 🥂

[ourlittleuluru]

Oh boy... Gacha has always been not nice to me. But for some reason, it decided to be இ௰இ Thank God I did not have to spend any more than one of the discount packs of just 15$...

I did my best not to just spam gacha right off the bat this afternoon, because one thing I realized, is that Xavier very much prefers to come home when it's nighttime here... Patience paid off ToT

Okay, long story time from here on~ ikz (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

Came home to see this man, as usual, sleeping on the table. I had to leave me game for a bit to pick up a delivery, totally missing whatever he said. So I only caught that 2nd image after looking back at my phone recording... was this a sign this whole time?

Anyway, noticed that my Signal Exploration thing was done, and a 5-star shard came out…?! Is this another sign?!

Y'all... You have no idea, how fast I swapped to the gacha, waited until Xavier's face popped up, tap on him for good luck (this is somewhat of a mini ritual I do for this gacha)

AND HE CAME HOME ToT I won the 75/25 pity and with no c**kblocking too!

Tap on him to give him kisses again after that because thank you for coming home ❤🌟❤(´▽｀)

His Memoria/Kindled is so adorableeeeee btw 😭❤ (ngl I wish it lasted longer but it was good enough)

MC was so... darn cheeky in this moment. It's cute. It really is cute. With grumpy Xavier too. ugh. my heart just. dying of cuteness

Edit: ALSO ALSO

MORE GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE PULLING FOR XAVIER ToT hope y'alls get your sleepy bunny boi without pain (or at least not TOO much pain)

[pollen-blogs]

Rants from a tired writer 3: Love Triangles

The Love Triangle; love it, hate it, it doesn't matter because we all know about it, and that's what we're talking about today! I'm personally on the hate it team and deem it as the worst trope ever created, and a legitimate reason to drop a piece of media that uses it (personal preference)

The main issues I've seen people bring up when discussing this trope are the following:

It's overdone and repetitive

The lack of agency from the "main girl" is grating at best, blood boilingly infuriating at worst.

It's very often the only source of tension that keeps the plot moving forward when the creator's favourite is SO obvious.

And one of my main reasons: Love triangles are not really love triangles but more like a love V. A real love triangle would be gay and/or polyamorous in order to be a real triangle.

Our brains like familiarity and tropes in media because it's easily digestible. I was a 2017 gacha kid who watched any hated child videos I could get my hands on; believe me, I understand! However, that repetition and predictability can feel annoying after a while when you can't ignore the problems that those copy pasted stories all have in common.

Times change and we start to notice that the girl backed into the top corner of this love triangle doesn't really make choices for herself as the narrative shoves her into the arms of the two guys fighting over her. We can easily get bored from the lack of any real tension outside of this mind numbing mating ritual that takes up the entire friggin plot when you already know who's going to "win" in the end!

Times change once again and we start writing love triangles differently, with a man and a woman having feelings for the same man. More often than not, that girl will be in the way of the perfect gay relationship just waiting to happen, and she'll be depicted as mean, shallow, even homophobic sometimes so our hatred towards her feels justified (bonus point if she's in an arranged marriage with the MC's love interest). Down to its core, the love triangle is a tired misogynistic trope, but it doesn't mean it can't be saved.

Having the men in the love triangle genuinely respect the woman they're in love with is crucial, and she needs to be able to make her own choices as well. How are we supposed to root for the relationship otherwise? There's no need for the two guys to fight for the girl like she's something to be won; if one of them is genuinely being too pushy and overprotective (usually the childhood friend archetype), then make it into a character flaw that he grows out of.

Now what if that over protectiveness was born from well-intentioned ableism? You get A Sign Of Affection.

Oushi Ashioki and Yuki Itose are childhood friends; Yuki is profoundly deaf and Oushi is one of the rare few she can talk to with sign language. Years later as adults, Oushi has shown significant trouble getting used to the idea that Yuki has changed and wants to be more independent now. He is used to speaking for her because he doesn't quite understand that Yuki being semi nonverbal doesn't mean that she doesn't have a voice and can't advocate for herself. Like most characters who fit the childhood friend archetype in a love triangle, Oushi became aware of his romantic feelings for Yuki too late, as she was already in a relationship with Itsuomi by then. Still, Oushi's ableism or disrespect towards Yuki, Itsuomi and their relationship as a whole makes it very difficult to care lol.

The whole gist of Yuki and Itsuomi's relationship is that they are polar opposites in every way; although we are only going to focus on one aspect: Itsuomi travels all the time and has seen a lot of the world by the time the story starts. Meanwhile, Yuki was very sheltered as a child and has a small social circle. The bar is in the fiery depths of hell but Itsuomi never isolates her; he knows how important her friends are to her considering she doesn't have a lot in the first place. He never once felt threatened by Oushi and doesn't try to end their friendship, on the contrary, he's even trying to befriend him. He has no reason to be jealous of Oushi because Yuki chose to date him out of her own free will, and he also trusts her decision to keep Oushi in her life as a friend. Now, as much as I still dislike Oushi, he did chill out in the manga and ended up supporting Yuki and Itsuomi's relationship because he cares about and trusts her (he still has a long way to go but that's a story for another day)

Wow, a story that features a girl in a love triangle actually having agency and the men around her respect her and trust her decisions? That's neat, but I still wish we could fix the misogyny problem with the gay version of the trope!

…Oh hello Imogen!

Ok, I have to admit I actually didn't like Imogen at first because of her comments towards Tara and Darcy, but boy am I a sucker for some good old character development!

Say what you want about Heartstopper (actually, don't, I don't want to hear from Heartstopper haters anymore lol), but Imogen is such a breath of fresh air amongst all the mlm love triangle stories where the straight girl who falls in love with one of the gay men ends up getting portrayed as evil or homophobic ("I'm not like, homophobic⚆_⚆… I'm an ally!(●'◡'●)") (ps: Yes, I know Imogen isn't straight lol)

In an interview Rhea Norwood even confirmed (more or less) that Imogen never had feelings for Nick and there's a chance she thought she did because he was the only guy in their friend group who didn't make her feel uncomfortable or push her boundaries, she just didn't realise that's what it was. Anyway, thank you Imogen for proving writers don't need to villainise women in order to write a queer love triangle.

Well, my yapping has come to an end and I have said my peace. Good luck with your writing :)

TL;DR= Keep misogyny away from your writing and you should be good

[selfcare-slenderman]

Hello? I do hope we-... I? haven't missed much. Apologies for my sudden absence, but I couldn't afford to have any interruptions with a ritual like that.

Speaking of ritual, I should introduce my new identity, hm? Selfcare and Seraphine have become one person, and that person is me. My name is Serinne.

Is "pleasure to meet you" an appropriate greeting if I already know you, and you already know me? I have no idea, hahah ^^

yippee!!!! okay so mod here to explain if this doesnt make sense, Selfcare and Seraphine fused! Serinne remembers both of their memories as her own (which can get very confusing for her tbh)

also! this is what she looks like! i made her in gacha life 2!

[undead-cypress]

What kind of ygo decks would the P3 characters have, because I need to cook my own special interest food (note that I do not play the actual card game and have only watched the first series, season zero, and the manga so I have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about):

Mc/femc: obviously cheating if I say they can play any deck, but I see them defaulting to a creepy occult/death deck, like Bakura. Uses polymerization and ritual cards liberally. OR millennium duel Yugi's deck.

Yukari: HARPY LADIES

Junpei: yeah flame swordsman he has a Joey deck

Akihiko: God what's his name. Valon? Season 4 motorcycle Aussie dude who punches people. He has his deck

Mitsuru: Amazon deck (Season 2 Mai)

Fuuka: when I played duel links I often got my ass kicked by the naturalia or whatever it's called combo. On turn 1. She has that. And Jinzo

Aigis: hmm I don't want to say that one guy in the big 5 who's really into robots because I don't like him. I could see her running a heroine or holy knight deck tho? Like Serenity in that one episode. Or a guardian deck, like season 4 Raphael

Shinjiro: for shits and giggles I'm gonna say he has a zombie deck. There's a pumpkin involved what's not to love

Ken: he plays like Odion/Rishid in that half his cards are trap cards but he really REALLY actually wants to use Jaden's deck he's been secretly building

Koromaru:

Chidori: witch/sorceress deck

Jin: he'd have all of Joey's gambling cards. Oh God he runs a gacha deck. Oh no so that's what's in his briefcase. Oh god

Takaya: .....Noah's deck

Elizabeth/Theodore: Exodia

More thoughts:

Mitsuru's dad runs the Kaiba deck (sans the blue eyes, since only Kaiba can have them)

Ikutsuki can't play card games

They built a little doggy duel disk for Koromaru. His little wings are like those season 5 wrist plates they summoned monsters with

Ryoji can't play card games either but he'd 100% use destiny board. Low hanging fruit but come lets be real.

[centrally-unplanned]

The Soviet Union also had massive state-run lottery systems. They used them to fund say sports budgets, specific state projects - the 1980 Olympics was substantially paid for by lottery tickets - and at its peak the majority of the country was buying tickets periodically. One of my favourite Soviet experiments was the "lottery bond" - instead of selling treasury bonds with a defined interest rate, you sold bonds with a 0% (or low) interest rate but with an attached lottery ticket that could win a big payout. This is still you paying for a ticket, since after you could be getting interest on your investment, but at least you didn't lose the principal. Though really in the USSR's case it was more "the state prohibits you from having alternative investment options in order to tax-without-calling-it-that". Late USSR finance is in so many ways a system happy to engage in rent extraction from vices, and gambling was no exception.

Though ofc it isn't like western liberal nations don't also have state run lotteries, and the USSR also did say lotteries for famine relief. And meanwhile it isn't "better" that a private company gets profit over a state from a tax on human weakness, they both suck. "Socialism" wouldn't/didn't in any way fix this issue, instead you should say human nature is sticky and hard to systematize against. But yes, the USSR absolutely, 100%, would have had state-run gatcha systems - and therefore state-sanction S-Rank Waifus, also known as the greatest timeline.

On the object level topic I will continue to reiterate that people like gacha games and so many reactions against them are knee-jerk. Games cost money to make, and a games-as-service model will not run on a one-time purchase fee, the financial model doesn't add up. You should instead compare gacha to monthly fee MMOs, and what history has shown is consumers vastly prefer "freemium" where their pay is for concrete in-game bonuses over pay-to-play because it simplifies the value of the purchasing decision & allows for far superior game ecosystem onboarding. Plus people actively like gambling and the "stretch" of gameplay imposed by arbitrary time-gated resources caps, game-as-daily-ritual vs 20-hour one-off grind. You cannot replace this game genre with a different genre players don't like and call it a problem solved.

Which of course is not to say the games are someone above criticism or whatever, many do also do exploitative things like obfuscate prices via multiple currencies operating at opaque exchange rates, exploit sunk cost fallacy to ratchet up prices in late-game, etc. But by no means do all games in the genre do that, and if you forced all gatcha to have say unified currencies or even caps on weekly money spent (good ideas, execution aside), they would still be gatcha games. And they would still be super popular gambling machines, often beating out the competition. I don't think most of the opponents would be appeased by that.

if we lived in a socialist society, phone games would be better

[yourubersawcrit]

James said yes, so...

How good are the TF2 mercs on gacha games?

First of all, we have to specify the hypothetical limits! Most gacha games have a guarantee after 100 pulls. But we'll use the 180 guarantee with a 50/50 chance to get the limited character or weapon after 40 to 100 pulls! One can always pull more for copies that make those characters stronger, but at the cost of dealing with the 50/50 again.

There are single pulls, which give you the chance of getting good or the limited characters consecutively, though it's very random. 10 pulls have a guarantee for a good character, and you can get so many copies on those 10!

Pyro is one of the luckiest, with no doubt! They are always pulling for the most beautiful —in terms of outfit design— characters and gets them usually at 50 to 70 pulls, winning the 50/50s. Never gets a copy though. Only one time they weren't able to get a character and had to spend some money; Pyro is still mad about it, and the rest of the mercs make fun of them losing their F2P status.

Demo and Soldier are those players that make reunions every time a new cool character or a returning one appears, for them to pull together on a circle; they think it makes them luckier! Which, funnily enough, helps, as they win most 50/50s with copies on the same 10 pull. And if that doesn't work, they spend money, too much even. Both tend to pull for big DPSs with AoE damage just for the fun of it.

Heavy is more inclined to characters with consisting damage, which are not usually made. He's a saver, checking the Betas and thinking of the ideal synergies to deal incredible damage! Since he waits for said characters, Heavy tends to get copies at a regular pity —70 to 90 per copy—. F2P and proud of it.

Engineer, oh, he's the nerdiest theorycrafter! If a merc wants to know about a character's maximum potential and synergies, they go to Engie and ask him, he'll make any character work and that's a threat. He is lucky in general —50 to 80 pulls, loses some 50/50s—, sometimes will go for copies if he finds it necessary to min-max. Small spender.

Sniper is the biggest F2P ever. Most of the time he's busy, so he doesn't farm much to pull for the characters he wants, tells the team that is not a big deal and cries about it inside his van. After that, he goes to a special location in game to make a so-called "pull ritual" to give himself luck. If he doesn't get the character he farms until feeling burnout. Sniper's luck is so unpredictable that it gives Medic a heart attack.

Speaking of Medic... He is the luckiest, that's it. He says to the team that it's not a big deal to take the gacha seriously while getting a limited character at his 50th single random pull, and then gets a copy on another single; that happens frequently and the other mercs hate him for it so much. One of his best moments was when he got four different limited ones on a 10 pull. F2P by the way, as well as a saver and theorycrafter.

Spy, biggest spender ever. He loves the luxury of having characters with all the copies as well as costumes and weapons! The problem? His luck is abysmal to the point of even being laughed at —that's why he actually spends money on those games—, always hits hard pity at 150-180 pulls. He loves doing showcases and oneshotting bosses! Likes the attention it brings.

Scout is just a bit luckier than Spy. He's cocky and prefers to do combat in game rather than to farm for characters, which ends up kicking him in the balls later. Tends to break his phones when he loses by throwing them away. One time, Scout was so desperate that Spy got frustrated of hearing his whining and gave him enough money for a guarantee. Nowadays, Scout goes for Spy's money whenever he knows he can get away with it.

And done! Wooo! I just love the silly idea of them going through the frustrations of gacha.

[sweating] Should I rant about how the TF2 mercs would play gacha games? I mean the gacha in specific and its rules.