#ask a sorcerer

[realsorcerershit]

How the hell did you P-Rank P-2 so fast I suck balls at this game. I was able to P-Rank P-1 yet I literally had to turn on Major Assists just to get past that room with the Stalker.

Honest, genuine answer - I've put an obscene amount of time into this game. Something like 133.9 hours on steam right now. But - outside of that, there's a lot of like - little nitty gritty bits and pieces to it all, so if you want, I'll do a written guide under a read more? For anyone unaware - spoilers will be under the cut here. And, sorry if it's long - I have way too many thoughts about all of this, and do actually want to help as much as I can!

So - for reference, here, I actually have a video that I uploaded, which I'll use to reference? I'll try to refer to rooms as much as possible to be descriptive and whatnot, too! Video reference here. The name of the game here is threat analysis, and finding ways to keep yourself alive. What worked for me might not work for you, and vice versa.

Quad Cerberus: The name of the game for this room was speed. The upcoming Ferryman and Virtue spawn makes this one require you to go fast, so - I instantly open with a core eject + malicious railcannon nuke, dashing to avoid the damage as I shoot the nuke. This puts all of the Cerberus' to less than half HP, making projectile boosts and rocket usage the way to go to finish them all off. Then, it's all about setting up a quick sawcon trap to kill the Ferryman as soon as I can. For the double Virtues, I do my usual strat for virtue killing - shotgun swapping, punch with red arm, use whiplash to close the distance.

Double Sentry + Mindflayer 1 + Swordsmachine: For this fight - I took a look at what would be the most instantly lethal to me, in particular, for this fight. That would be the double Sentries in the back. Luckily, the Swordsmachine also spawns between them, so I go to the side where one of the Sentries spawn, charge up a slab revolver piercing shot, and follow it immediately up with a blue railcannon. From there, it's just cleaning up whatever's left. Sawcon to finish the Swordsmachine, too. If at any point, the ability to parry the Mindflayer's bullets shows up, take it. It's a free health and stamina refill. This applies all the way til the double idol room.

Hallway Cerberus + Double Streetcleaner: Once again, this is a case of threat analysis. The Cerberus needs to go first, immediately. I personally do a double railcoin setup to kill it fast - but if you can't pull that off, piercing slab revolver + blue railcannon + friendly fire damage from the Mindflayer should be enough. Finish off the streetcleaners last in any way possible, then move on.

Double Idol Mindflayer, Pack 1 (Sentry + 2x SM): Once again, the Sentry is your biggest threat due to lack of cover. However, you can just stun it with a revolver shot, and then set up saws to kill the Swordsmachines passively - keep moving to avoid the Sword swipes. This one's a lot harder to explain and just ends up looking messy no matter how you do it, and this one just takes practice.

Pack 2 (2x Virtue, 2x Maurice): My biggest enemy here, imo, are the virtues, just due to the beams they fire that stun you. So, whiplash to them with the shotgun out, and shotgun swap while punching with the red arm to kill em off quickly. Repeat the same strat for the Maurices, then break the statues.

2x Mindflayer: At last, the double mindflayers. My goal is to just - kinda also shotgun spam them. That said, if I can find the window to safely instakill one with the malicious railcannon (the timing is right as their homing bullets spawn - shoot with malicious railcannon and they instantly die) I'll take it. Don't worry about your health too much going into this - punching the idols will heal you.

2x Insurrectionist: Good lord this pack sucks for me. However, with the addition of the SRS Cannon, you can now stun one of them, which is really helpful. Make sure to set up a sawcon on them, and spam projectile boosts to keep them on fire. They take more damage while on fire, as it's a weakness. Outside of that, just continue to move, do not stop, and use the big railcannon when you can as well. I believe whiplashing the skull into them also sets them on fire, too? Don't quote me on that.

Spinning Blood Lake 1 (2x Virtue, 2x MF, 1x Sentry): This is another game of just stun the sentry first, then kill whatever leaves an opening. In the uploaded run, I snipe with blue railcannon, then use the shotgun on the virtues, re-stun the sentry with the revolver, then finish up and move on. THis one requires practice and is very open ended on how you solve it - don't be afraid to fall if you need to just get somewhere for health regen.

Spinning Blood Chamber 2 (2x Cerb, 2x Sentry, 1x MF): This room sucks and killed at least 20 runs for me. My strategy ended up being whiplashing to the Sentries to punch them off the cliff ASAP, whiplashing to the Maurice to kill THAT next, then just plinking at the Cerberus' from afar until they died. Again, it's open ended, but I think that's the most ideal threat priority.

Stalker room, wave 1 (4x Stray, 2x Swordsmachine, 1x Ferryman): The name of the game here is to continue moving, and do not STOP moving. I set up a Sawcon trap in the middle to get free plink damage on the Swordsmachines and the Ferryman, and ultimately ignore the Stray until it's convenient for me to kill them. The name of the game is to keep pulling the enemies away from the Stalker, so that they don't get sanded, so you can maintain health regeneration.

Stalker room, wave 2 (4x Sentry, 1x Idol, 1x Hideous Mass): The name of the game here is to time your dashes with the shots that you cannot cancel - and use the red fist religiously to cancel as many shots as you can in combination with the Whiplash. As long as you're moving rapidly, the Hideous Mass cannot hit you, and that's what's most important. Getting locked down by the tail claw is a total death sentence. Punching the tether, if you get stuck, with the red fist, does get rid of it, though.

Stalker room, wave 3 (3x Virtue, 4x Cerberus): Here, we really have the thing of nightmares. However, one thing becomes safe: The Idol protecting the Hideous Mass opens up, and that can be immediately punched if you're in danger of death for a free health refill. That said, I take to the sky immediately with the Whiplash, killing off the three Virtues with my usual method, shotgun swap, red fist punch. Then, while I'm in the air and falling down, I set up sawblades on the underbelly of the Hideous Mass (breaking the Idol was the first thing I did, also worth mentioning), letting those do passive damage to both it and the Cerberus'. Follow it all up with staying far away from the Cerberus' to give myself time to react to their attacks, punch the idol, kill the Stalker, and then FINALLY it's time for the PANOPTICON.

PANOPTICON: Not too much to talk about here. Just - immediately whiplash up to kill the eyes, use the pistol on the face that spawns, high speed circle strafe around the PANOPTICON while doing as much damage to it as possible. The big thing for this one is find a way to avoid its explosive lobbing that works for you, I'd say?

SISYPHUS PRIME: Here, I adopted a strat similar to how people P rank Minos Prime nowadays - sawcon setup during the cutscene. Use the pistol to break a single nail when possible. When you're ready, do a double/triple railcoin through him, and then continue to bait him into saws. I panicked a bit in the video, as you can see, when the coins didn't kill, but. That's the hardest part. Just find a high DPS route in your own way!

Holy shit this was so long. I'm so sorry. I do hope that this helps a lot, though! And don't beat yourself up about having to use major assists - these are some of the most fucked up enemy patterns that exist in the game, in conjunction with excessively difficult room design. Genuinely, it's tough. Even making it to this fight is a massive accomplishment.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[noodles-and-tea]

since you posted that art of s1 curly hair merlin i just can't stop picturing court sorcerer merlin all done up with his fancy clothes and his hair still a mess oh my god

Something about taking the manservant out of the sorcerer….

[cuppajj]

would crepe get a set of new clothes courtesy of shmilk?

Answer is no, but it doesn’t stop me from picturing crepe in a silly jester costume :]

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

one morning you cling to satoru’s back and sleepily plead for him not to leave for work and he feels closer to killing the higher ups than ever before

[thee-horny-thicky]

YES YANDERE YUTA PLEASE

Yuta didn't mean to start stalking you. Really, it was a complete accident. His crush on you–a kind upperclassmen–had turned into an obsession he couldn't shake. Friendly glances turned into longing stares. A bypassing thought turned into incessant fantasies. Regular concern for your safety turned into worrying when you weren't in his sights. Wondering if you were single turned into murderous jealousy at the thought of someone else having you.

So much so, that discovering your crush on Gojo-Sensei had him annoyed with the strongest sorcerer for weeks.

Yuta couldn't help but want you. Really, it was your fault he'd become so obsessed. You'd been a sweetheart to him when he'd first arrived at Jujutsu Tech, encouraging him every step of the way, offering to train him when you had time. He shouldn't have taken it personally, because you were eager to help all of your underclassmen. You wanted them to reach their fullest potential, and more importantly, stay safe. Your mentorship and fretting sparked pesky feelings in Yuta, feelings he thought would only be reserved for Rika.

Plus, your pretty smiles, soft body, lively eyes…all of it made you into the total package.

You'd proven his notion wrong, making him feel like an elementary student dealing with his first crush. He desperately wanted you, and Yuta would employ any means necessary to have you in his clutches. After all, he was the strongest now, second to none.

And maybe, his new body would make you more partial to his love.

[jellynotbees]

Hiii I’ve had this piece in my head for like a month now and finally got around to making it, going nuts about narilamb as per usual

[dee-writes-anime]

YAHO FINALLY FOUND YOU IDK HOW BUT I LOST YOU AND BEEN SCROLLING FOR LIKE A GOOD 5 MINUTES TO FIND YOU,

ANYWAYSYSYSYSY

Megumi x reader argument angst to fluff, *dies* your writing too good I know you'll feed me good with this one

I Couldn't Handle it if You Left Me

FEATURING Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

SUMMARY He's just so overprotective

CONTENT WARNINGS angst to fluff, Megumi being scared to lose us :(, some shouting, descriptions of arguments, mentions of loss, grief

AUTHORS NOTE I've missed you, sweet anon! I hope I cooked with this one! Short and sweet just for you <3

The room felt suffocating, the tension between you and Megumi thick and almost tangible. You stood across from him, your chest tight with the weight of words that had been building for far too long. Megumi’s face was as unreadable as ever, his expression cold and distant, but his eyes—they gave him away. They always did. Behind the calm façade, there was a storm raging, and you could feel it.

“Why do you always push me away?” The tremble in your voice betrayed how deeply this hurt, how much you needed him to answer. You tried to keep your tone steady, but the frustration and pain spilled over, raw and undeniable. “I’m not some helpless person you need to protect. I’m right here with you, Megumi. I can fight too.”

His jaw clenched tightly, and you saw his hand curl into a fist at his side, the tension radiating through him. “It’s not about what you can do,” he replied, his voice cold and measured, as if he was trying to rein in his own emotions. “It’s about what’s safer. For you.”

“Safer?” You let out a bitter, disbelieving laugh, shaking your head. “Do you even hear yourself? I’ve been fighting right alongside you for months, Megumi. I’ve trained. I’ve bled. What makes you think I can’t handle this?”

He remained silent, but his body language screamed with tension, his eyes flickering with something he wouldn’t say aloud. It was always like this. Every time you were involved in a mission, Megumi tried to shield you, to protect you from the worst of it, and while you understood his concern, it made you feel small. Useless. Like you were just another burden he had to carry.

Finally, his control cracked, and his voice, sharp with frustration, lashed out. “It’s not the same,” he snapped, the anger slipping through the cracks in his calm. “I don’t want you involved in this mess, alright? You don’t understand what could happen—what could happen to you.”

“Stop treating me like a child!” The words left your mouth before you could stop them, your own anger boiling over. “I’m not fragile! You keep telling me I don’t understand, but how can I when you never talk to me? When you keep locking me out of your life, pushing me away like I don’t matter.”

His face twisted, something dark flashing in his eyes. “I’m trying to keep you alive!” he shouted, the volume of his voice shocking in the small space, as if the weight of his fear had finally burst through. “Do you know what it’s like to see the people you care about get hurt? Do you know how many people I’ve lost? I can’t—” He cut himself off, his breath coming out in shallow, angry bursts. “I can’t lose you too.”

His words hung heavy in the air, and suddenly the pieces fell into place. The way he always hovered just a little too close when you were on a mission. The way he stepped in when he didn’t need to, putting himself in danger just to make sure you didn’t have to fight alone. It was suffocating, the way he kept trying to protect you, as if you weren’t capable of standing on your own.

“I get that you’re scared, Megumi,” you said, your voice quieter now but no less firm. “I know what you’ve been through. I know you’ve lost people. But I’m not them. I’m here. I’ve been here, and I’m not going anywhere. But if you keep trying to control everything, if you keep shutting me out, you’re going to lose me anyway.”

His breath hitched, and he turned his back to you, running a hand through his hair in frustration. You could see the tremble in his hand, the way his shoulders were tense with the weight of everything he was holding in. “You don’t understand,” he said again, his voice strained, like it was taking everything in him to keep it together. “You don’t know what it’s like, seeing someone you care about lying on the ground, hurt or worse, because you couldn’t protect them.”

You took a step closer, your heart aching for him, for the boy who carried the world on his shoulders, who had been forced to grow up too fast. “I do know,” you said, your voice soft but steady. “I’ve seen you hurt, Megumi. I’ve watched you throw yourself into danger, over and over again, without thinking about the consequences. Do you know how terrifying that is? To see you like that and not be able to do anything?”

He didn’t answer, but you could see the way his body stiffened, the way his breathing had quickened. The silence between you was thick with everything he wasn’t saying, with the fear and guilt he refused to let out. Finally, he turned back to face you, his expression hard, but his eyes—his eyes were filled with something much deeper.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how to keep you safe without pushing you away.”

The vulnerability in his voice broke your heart, and you felt your own anger slowly dissolve into something more tender, something that ached with the need to reach him. “You don’t have to figure it out alone,” you said, stepping even closer until you were standing just inches away from him. “I’m here, Megumi. I’m not going anywhere. But you have to trust me. You have to let me help.”

His gaze dropped to the floor, his hands still clenched at his sides. “It’s not about trust,” he muttered. “It’s about what’s at stake. You don’t know how many nights I’ve stayed awake thinking about all the ways things could go wrong, all the ways I could lose you.” His voice cracked slightly, and he inhaled sharply, trying to regain control. “If something happened to you because of me...”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me,” you interrupted softly. “Not because of you. You’re not responsible for everyone’s safety all the time, Megumi. You can’t control everything. But if you keep treating me like I’m something fragile that needs to be protected from the world, you’re going to push me away. I don’t want to be a burden to you. I want to be your partner.”

For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. His breathing was shallow, his fists unclenching slowly as he processed your words. You could see the war going on inside him, the conflict between his need to protect you and his realization that he couldn’t keep you in a bubble forever. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he lifted his eyes to meet yours.

“I’m scared,” he whispered, his voice so quiet it was barely audible. “I’m scared of losing you.”

Your heart broke for him, and without thinking, you closed the remaining distance between you, gently cupping his face in your hands. His skin was warm under your touch, but his body was still tense, like he was afraid to let go. “You’re not going to lose me,” you said, your voice soft but filled with conviction. “I’m right here. And I’m not leaving.”

His eyes closed, and for the first time, you saw the walls he’d built around himself start to crumble. Slowly, tentatively, he reached up and covered your hands with his, holding onto you like you were the only thing grounding him in that moment.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted again, his voice raw and vulnerable in a way you’d never heard before. “But I don’t want to keep pushing you away.”

You smiled softly, brushing a thumb across his cheek. “We’ll figure it out together,” you promised. “No more shutting me out, no more trying to protect me from everything. We face this together. Okay?”

He nodded slowly, and you could feel the tension in his body start to ease, his grip on you tightening just slightly, as if he was afraid to let go. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice shaky but sincere.

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, feeling the warmth of his breath as he exhaled softly, the tension between you finally dissolving into something softer, something full of understanding.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, resting your forehead against his. “I promise.”

And this time, when he looked at you, you knew he believed you.

[isolabellz]

handle with care

[24hrsoda]

Do you think any of the bats fight ra’s and bring up Tim’s spleen like

Rando bat: -and you’re a creep for stealing Tim’s spleen like some sort of sick trophy!

ra’s: what

bat: d-did you forget you stole one of Tim’s organs??

ra’s: no I remember carving his spleen out of his body but I never kept it. bat: what

ra’s: i threw that shit away first chance I got what made you think I kept it??

Probably not, because Ra’s never took Tim’s spleen.

This is something entirely made up by fandom. Ra’s wasn’t even in the room when it happened.

Tim got stabbed in the gut in red robin #4 and his spleen was hit. It was damaged and needed to be removed (which he can 100% live without. no spleen means a slightly weaker immune system especially in the first couple of years, but things like vaccines and antibiotics mean you can defend urself against illness and be Fine, and you can live a totally normal and healthy life without a spleen)

There was also another person (can’t remember their name) who also lost an organ, and two more who died.

iirc it was White Ghost and a group of lesser assassins who did surgery on Tim (and the other person) tended to his wounds. Ra’s was not in the room and was only mentioned by name as White Ghost’s boss when White Ghsot introduced himself.

So if Tim were to tell the batfam that ra’s “took his spleen”….well, he’d be a liar 💀

Also, the whole spleen thing is just. Kinda weird. Idk why it became so popular, but people now assume that that’s what happened and often times it’s mentioned to whump Tim and have the family coddle him because “he gets sick so easily🥺🥺🥺” but some people so easily cross the line in to being kind of racist about how they describe Ra’s.

I won’t say Ra’s isn’t a villain or can’t be written as one but a lot of time with these posts seem to stray in to the territory of describing him similarly to barbaric stereotypes about brown men or describing him as some kind of mysterious witch or some thing.

[realsorcerershit]

TRICK OR TREAT

*Presses a button that opens a portal to the candy dimension right under your feet*

Thought I told people not to come to this house for Halloween

[suguwu]

getou suguru & his only friend in childhood—you—who seems made for him in every single way.

you meet when you're four or five and you spend every waking moment together. you scare off all the shadows that lurk in the corners, the ones that have chattering milk teeth and groan like old floorboards.

you're not very talkative, but you're sweet, and you like to run your fingers through the inkspill of his hair. press yourself close to him and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, where your wet cold breath dampens his skin. it's a little uncomfortable, but suguru wraps his arms around you and doesn't let you go.

you're almost thirteen when the sorcerers from jujutsu tech appear. they yell at the sight of you, trying to usher suguru away from your side, their fists clenching, knuckles paling like the winter sky.

they say that you're a curse. that you need to be eradicated. put down.

maybe he always knew. you're not quite right, the edges of you blurring like a watercolor in the deepest hours of the night, shadows seeping from you like wisps of smoke.

he'd just been so lonely.

the sorcerers draw weapons. suguru steps between you and them, even as you bare your teeth (sickle moon curves, too sharp and too many).

you're made for him.

and he intends to keep you.

[faerybella219]

First night at Gale's Tower

@desertharper 's request

Oh, I just read yours the other night on AO3, great job! Could I possibly get Gal and a female elven sorcerer Tav post-game the night they arrive home to his tower? NSFW/SFW, your choice. I just love post-game interactions for the good endings. :)

Fun fact: I play BG3 on Xbox and I started on my old Microsoft account. For some reason, I got logged out/ got “hacked?” and had to delete my account with 200+ hours… I was at the Netherbrain guys!!! So I haven’t finished the game yet but I also love domestic post-game fics. My Bard R! Durge, Vivienne, (who I have posted on here)  is my current run to the finish. In act 3 once again! Anyway, here ya go. It’s like half headcanon half fiction. 

It is still a shock to both of your systems that you’re actually alive. You have defeated the netherbrain against all odds- the old-fashioned way. With swords, spells, and sweat. 

First, we all know Gale’s need to impress you. I imagine him trying to plan a seamless moving day- maybe casting a protective spell over your furniture/ items while they’re being moved into his tower. I can also see him fretting about his various delicate magical artifacts, which the movers seem to disregard! Much to his surprise, might he add, since his mother had suggested this company! Although he likely skips the movers altogether and has his simulacrums move you two in. Some jobs are better done yourself. 

While his simulacrums bring in your boxes/chests of your belongings, they don’t unpack them. He respects your privacy and knows you may be particular about your things. 

I can see things happening quickly after his proposal. The day you move in may be the same day you see his tower (haha) in person for the first time- your new home. 

You can’t help but be overwhelmed by a feeling similar to deja vu. It’s surreal and sort of familiar. You’ve technically been here before. Gale brought you here through the weave while on the road, and you seem magnetically drawn to the balcony. You remember sitting on this very balcony in the weave. Waterdeep’s ocean glitters before you, and you get lost staring into the soothing waves. 

Gale puts his head on the top of yours. His hands rest on the railing on either side of you. He buries his nose in your hair and pulls you close to him from behind. It’s finally happening. It’s finally real. The peace you feel in this moment- hopeful, content, and unbelieving- it’s what makes your journey worth it. 

Turning around in his embrace, you hug him too tight and he makes a groan of strain and laughter. His classic old man noises. You could get used to those.  

Taking his face in your hands, you see joy brimming in his eyes. The way he looks at you makes your heart swell. Gale Dekarios- the wizard of intentionally limited renown is all yours for years to come.

He will likely insist unpacking can wait, it’s your first night together in your new home.

I have no doubt he will take you on a tour of the place, including special spaces he has saved for you/ your interests. You like to craft/crochet/sew? He has a craft room set up. What is his is yours. He knows you will handle his artifacts with care and if you are a sorcerer he will encourage you to bring yours and combine your collection. He has a section of his library saved for whatever literature you might want to add, and a section of what he recommends for you specifically- available for you to pick up at any time. 

Overenthusiastic is an understatement. But he tries to play it lighthearted to not overwhelm you. 

You cook dinner together in your new kitchen. You kiss in your new kitchen. He’s not a good dancer but is so overjoyed by you being here with him that he brings you close to sway. 

When it’s time for bed you notice he ordered a second nightstand for your side of the bed. In the drawer is something special and thoughtful, whether it's a chocolate you like or a book. Maybe it’s a solvent for some ailment that has been bothering you. He will remind you to put it on every night. 

I can see the night being with or without sex. I can picture him lying in bed and staring into your eyes, just treasuring your presence in his bed. There will be a thousand nights in the future for sex. Although, I can see the night needing a physical commemoration as well! It all depends on what your vibe is.

When you wake, you have tender good mornings with sleepy, rasping voices. He pulls you close, onto his chest as he praises the rest of your days together. He cooks you breakfast, and you two spend the rest of your second day unpacking your belongings and creating your shared home. 

NSFW BELOW THE CUT

Pure passion and savoring each other. The sex is emotional and slow. 

Tonight marks the rest of your lives coexisting and living together. You’re having milestone sex. This is no quickie. This is body worship, treasuring each other’s lives, and pure love and devotion. 

You kiss until your lips feel plump, your tongues tangle until you’re wet. Only when you’re squirming does he move south.

Gale uses every kiss as a landmark. He kisses your forehead, cheeks, down your neck- his hands are grasping and caressing anywhere he can reach. 

His hold on you is strong. Hands grip your waist as he devours you. He doesn’t want it to end. He teases you until you beg for release, and once you orgasm you can’t stop. He doesn’t let you get away with less than 3 before the night ends. 

When he fucks you it's languid and deep. His hard cock drags against your walls in a pull so delicious it's torture. Slow tenderness eventually turns to rapid passion as he gives in to his desires. 

You two are moaning and crying out into the night air as he pounds into you. Your grip on him is tight as your mouths and hips move in synch. 

You wake up with little marks over your chest, although you never remember him being rough. 

[ckret2]

What do think the axolotl sounds like ( in your fic or just in general)

the serenest dude you've ever met. with an echo effect.

i don't do voice claims, i have no idea who the character voices in my head sound like.

[confused-sorcerer]

[A letter comes through the mail]

[The parchment is made of smooth, heavy, ivory paper and is closed by a silver wax sigil with a sleeping cat pressed on it]

Huh, I don't usually get mail...

*they open the letter*

[nox-in-a-box]

Hi! I’ve got a drawing request! You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. If you want, I’d like you to draw Cedric inspired by a fairytale princess of your choice. I’m in a fairytale mood right now and my birthday is on Monday.

Happy Birthday! I decided to draw him as Rapunzel!

Cedric lives in his tower, longing to go out and go on adventures and do important things, but is stuck inside doing mundane tasks instead.