#corruption vex

[an-oddlyfluffycarpet]

oppositeshipping but it's staff of elements kai and ice emperor Zane and kai keeps getting turned into a popsicle for trying to steal Zane's ice powers.

[foxyfexyll]

I said it somewhere before and I’ll say it again. Yes, Sydney does fit Grace, but I imagine PC to be Grace so PC can sing “Dirty Dudes Must Die".

it depends on the pc i think! though i like the thought of a vengeful pc at all the people that’s ever hurt them

[dreamyprinx]

I bring to you, actual art but it’s me trying to replicate my friend @spaceshmuck’s art style

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[captainshadowshifter]

Today apparently I will be fuelled by pure rage. Noted.

[msommers]

brain too scrambled to properly work it out but there's smth to the thought of meredith's feathers getting ruffled by the fact that the first warden can summon her and she has to answer to it

[nyaagolor]

fighting my SD card and fucking losing

[convexicalcrow]

Cub made the journey down to the ancient city like many other evokers before him, leading a single allay behind him. He'd only found one this time, but one was always better than none. Poor thing had been so keen to help, and was indeed still clutching the book Cub had accidentally dropped that had summoned the creature. It wouldn't be holding for much longer.

His journey was silent, taking careful steps as he made his way to the camp the evokers always used for this particular ritual. The tent was long gone, with only remnants of the wool canvas clinging to sticks and logs and bits of rope. The skulk did erode pretty much everything down here.

The allay didn't seem scared as Cub tied it to a fence post and took the book from it. It flitted around, freed of its obligation, straining to be free from the lead. Not today. Not until it had been utterly corrupted.

Cub lay the book down on a slab of skulk-free stone and opened it to the ritual he needed. This had been taught to him long ago when he became an evoker, when the Vex had claimed him for his remarkable skill with magic, and he'd served them faithfully ever since. He'd corrupted so many allays in his time. His personal army of Vex was the largest amongst the evokers on this world.

Cub went over to the allay and lifted its little head. It seemed to have some kind of old injury on its face, which was rare to see. Allays usually had really good regeneration abilities, so the fact that this one carried a scar was indeed an interesting discovery. Something must have wounded it quite savagely for that to happen.

"So trusting. So helpful. Such kind souls. Pity. You'll serve me much better soon enough. There'll be no helping, just killing. Just feeding. So much feeding. You'll never hunger once you're a Vex. Can't corrupt what isn't already there," Cub said, almost cooing at the creature as it didn't seem to flinch or realise it was in any danger. "I think I'll call you Scar. Give you a nice orange collar. Yes, that will do."

The allay made a soft sound as Cub let it go. He returned to his book and started preparing the ingredients needed for the ritual. He got a cauldron positioned over the fire and harvested some skulk veins and mushrooms. Much of this was muscle memory now and he slipped into a light meditative state where he could almost feel the Vex touching his mind.

His robes felt light, and his hands worked effortlessly. The sweet taste of Vex magic pooled on his tongue and he channeled it into his work, mixing all the ingredients together as he chanted low and steady, words he had said a thousand times or more, keeping his voice soft enough to not attract any unwanted attention.

"Sancti tenebrarum, potentiam meam magnificate. Holy beings of the darkness, may you magnify my power."

The words unleashed the power of the Vex, flowing through his hands and into his work. He stirred the potion, spoke more holy words over it, and prepared the collar with its own magic to keep the Vex bound close to him. He engraved its name along the side, "the Vex Scar, belonging to the Evoker Cub," binding the allay with words as well as a transformation. It would never stray.

The chanting went on for another hour, by which time Cub was in a heavy trance, his body owned entirely by the Vex who worked through him to finish the magic. He scooped some of the finished potion into a small bowl and bid the allay to drink, and it did so without question, because allay never questioned anything, the silly creatures. That's what made them perfect for this.

Cub felt the darkness fall all around him, clouding his vision, as he fastened the collar around the allay who was now crying softly as the transformation began. He did always like the sound of their helplessness. The magic binding them together pulsed strongly once he'd secured the collar, and he watched as the allay's skin darkened, and its flesh rotted away from its wings, and its eyes burned bright white. It would stink of death soon enough.

It broke free from the lead as the corruption came to an end, flying straight to Cub's chest to cling to him tightly. He gently held the little Vex, feeling its excite, hungry energy, and offered a finger for the creature to bite. Its little hands held his finger close as it fed, and Cub smiled, stroking its head with his thumb.

"That's right, feed, little one, enjoy the taste of blood on your lips and the soaring energy that comes from it. This is your life now, Scar. You're mine forever," Cub murmured.

The Vex seemed to laugh, and flew around a little, exploring its new form. Cub held a palm out and the Vex landed there, iron sword held tightly. When do we kill?, it sent to him, its voice joining the thousands of others in the Vex chorus that Cub had grown.

"Soon, soon, my little friends. There are, after all, many players on this world. You'll get your feed, don't you worry about that."

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

Breaking news, your local author who is terrible at making decisions and several WIPs on the table has THREE fic ideas currently rotating. Help.

[subukunojess]

Sackboy: A Big Adventure Dreamers AU Notes

Hey folks! Time once again for “Jess is hyperfixating on an underrated piece of media and decides to make an AU about it for fanfiction”! I already got a fanfic in mind for Bad Things Happen Bingo, but I decided to possibly make a series? I’ll just brainstorm some notes here and let it soak. I don’t know the lore of Little Big Planet or how the Sackfolk play into the Imagisphere but I got something:

There are some sacklings that are created by the Dreamers called Dreamlings. It’s basically a sack person but inside them is dream energy and they are inspired by their creator’s hopes, interests, fears, etc. 

Dreamlings are a little uncommon but they are accepted as friends in the village of Loom. 

When Vex appears in Loom, there were three Dreamlings around Sackboy at the time and two of them follow Sackboy into the rocket ship. One of them flies into the dark corners of the village and gets left behind, injured. 

Vex finds the injured Dreamling while the Dreamling despite being in pain shows bravery, claiming that fear can be good and Vex doesn’t need to build the Topsy Turver. Instead of killing the Dreamling, Vex make a bet with her by sewing her back up with thread made from Uproar, challenging her to use the Uproar for good. Then he sends her to where the rocket ship lands in the Soaring Summit. 

Ultimately, it’s a 4 Player CO-OP AU with Sackboy and 3 Dreamlings becoming Knitted Knights who plan to stop Vex with their guide Scarlet. 

While Sackboy is the main protagonist, each of the Dreamlings takes a world as their theme and takes the lead. 

Amber (She/Her) is an adventurous Dreamling who likes to explore and observe nature. Loud and Proud. She teases, but she loves her friends so much. She gets a major role in the Colossal Canopy surviving the jungle and meeting different creatures. Her color is green, she has button eyes, and she has this Little Red Riding Hood motif going for her. 

Psyche aka Psy (They/Them) is the logical one of the group. They wear glasses and love to read. They keep to themselves, but the journey lets them open up a little. In the Kingdom of Crablantis, they develop an interest in finding treasure and studying marine life. Their color is purple and due to their inspiration, they have butterfly wings. They also have golden feline eyes. 

And then there’s Faith (She/Her) who is kind of like a self-insert inspired OC. Faith is originally the creative one of the group who loves to write and dream about far-off places. In the beginning, she looked like a normal Sackling with an orange picnic blanket pattern skin. When Vex came to kidnap and enslave the Sacklings, she ended up injured, and Vex (with a hidden agenda) sews her back up. When the game starts, her bottom half and legs have glowing green stitching on them and one of her eyes is blue while the other is green to represent dreams and nightmares. Due to the Dreamer energy and Uproar, Faith can transform and grow into different forms when she has strong emotions. She uses her size and powers to lift her friends to high places, sneak past enemies, and fight. But as the group progresses, she begins to change drastically. Her world is the Interstellar Junction because I wanted parallels between Faith and N.A.O.M.I. when Vex goes into their lives. But I could definitely see Faith getting interested in science fiction. 

When the climax happens, Faith corrupts into a giant monster similar to Vex, joining him at the Center of Craftworld. In the final world, there would be a boss fight with Sackboy, Amber, and Psy fighting Faith to get her back and stop Vex. 

Overall, it’s just four friends on their quest to become Knitted Knights. 

If anyone has thoughts, ideas, or questions, please let me know! 

[crusader-brian-slato]

Writer’s Game: First Sentences

Tagged by @purplehaired-revenant

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven’t written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have. 

If you see this post - consider yourself tagged! :D

The Deep (AU)

Brian was absolutely determined to ignore the familiar voice over the intercom.

Heart Of Thorns - Brian Perspective

The crash had felt both sudden and painfully slow.

Unity and Duty

Brian leaned on the stone entryway into the keep, watching the combatants down below in the grassy plain that stretched to the river nearby.

Requiem - Slato

Brian Slato leaned against the tall Raven shrine, feeling the cold bite his face as a chilling breeze passed through.

One Vision, Two Paths (Part 1)

“Wake up, sister.” Rachel’s eyes opened at the soft words. Sunlight filtered through the leaves above her, illuminating the pods that were before her.

Storm Tracking

“No, we are not using Slato as bait,” Vanessa spoke, her voice deep and curt.

To Honor Raven

Brian raised his arms, wanting to capture as much heat from the fire in front of him as possible. He heard a deep voice call behind him.

A Legendary Journey

“A splendid blade adorned with gold, Patterned with wyverns, a power untold, Energy flows, displaying each volt, Behold the legendary sword: Bolt”

A Hastily Written Note

Yesterday, I had a dream. No, a vision. Or would it be a premonition?

Man, I need to write more!

[cute-uproar-princess]

Fisk: Well maybe because you're ugly. Corruption Vex: Ugly? You gotta be kidding me! Fisk, holding up a hand mirror: Here, take a look of yourself. Corruption Vex: (to his reflection) Hi. (The bad breath from Corruption Vex fogs up the mirror) (the mirror shatters) Fisk: Ugly. Corruption Vex: Oh no!

[transxenoblade]

Why was dragon age two built with glass and paper it crashes every two hours or so? :/

[localguy2]

It's seriously a fucking crime that this was all regulated to a book, genuinely Quest For the Lost Powers Zane and Cole are PEAK characterisation and that's a fact.

"I don't know, I feel like something's been missing since I lost my powers and working here makes it it not so bad, at Least I don't think about it as much."

"I have been many things, I have been the son of Dr. Julien. I have been the White Ninja. The Titanium Ninja. The Ice Ninja. The Ice Emperor.

I have been all of those things. But who am I, really?"

Fucking screaming jumping in my room scratching at the walls breaking the windows kicking the door toppling my bed punching the wall wailing in agony and crying and shouting at the top of my lungs WHAT THE FUCK-

Cole's insecurity and his desire to live up to his mother's name in EVERY single aspect is literally eating him alive, he literally has to distract himself with work just to not think about it.

And Zane, holy shit Zane you blessed Nindriod.

Again he questions his identity, he's been so many things in his life that's he starting to ask himself who am I really?

Who's Zane? What's Zane?

Is he simply a Nindriod? A Ninja with Elemental Powers? A false replica trying to live up to his predecessor's name? A Tyrant ruler?

Out of all of these, how does one go about defining themselves? Where do you even begin with something this broad?

He's literally lost himself and his identity, he doesn't know what he wants specifically.

But what he does know is that he's absolutely, unquestionably terrified of dealing with his trauma, of facing his own repressed memories head on, to try and heal from all these almost timeless wounds, to try and face the events that led him to this point, he doesn't want to...

But he has to, if he wants to get his powers back.

And more importantly in my eyes, if he wishes to find some semblance of peace, if he wants to really figure out who he is as a person.

And he has to, if he wants to at least forgive himself out of all people for something that was out of his control.

Well. I've finally read Quest for the Lost Powers (after accepting I had to buy it in english because it was probably never going to be translated in my language). I'm not crying. I'm not crying, YOU are-

The angst in this book guys. I felt like reading a whole angst/comfort fanfiction

I want to share this because omfg

[jinjeriffic]

DCxDP Prophecy Universe Part 2

Part 1

Damian glared at the envelope. He and Father were in the process of analysing the letter for any signs of toxins, explosives or other traps. Obviously he wasn’t fool enough to open a missive from a questionable source without taking precautions. So far, all their scans had come up empty. Literally. The letter was defying all their attempts at chemical or spectroscopic testing, x-ray and magnetic resonance scans were inconclusive, it defied all properties of ordinary matter. It was frustrating. It was vexing. He was blaming magic.

For all intents and purposes, the letter looked like ordinary paper, with an ordinary wax seal, bearing the initials CW. The looping handwriting addressing it to Damian was precise and neat. Swiping the surface of the letter for chemical traces yielded no results. When Damian had tried to cut off a corner of the paper for analysis it had resisted all attempts, including a laser and a diamond headed cutting tool. Damian’s only satisfaction was that when Father had grunted and taken over the task from Damian, he had no more success than his son. As if Damian didn’t know how to perform the standard array of tests!

It certainly didn’t help that his siblings wouldn’t stop their incessant chattering!

“I’m just saying, ghosts wouldn’t be the weirdest thing we’ve encountered, Red. I’m not sure it would even make my personal Top 5.”

It seemed gossip among heroes travelled faster than the speed of light.

“Really, Nightwing? Ghosts? It’s far more likely to be a meta with something to hide. Or a few screws loose.” Damian could practically hear the eyeroll in Drake’s voice “And since when do ghosts act as glorified mailmen?”

“I don’t know Red, since when do aliens pretend to be Kansas farmboys? C’mon, we deal with magic users all the time!”

“And lets not forget people coming back from the dead” Red Hood interjected over the open comm line.

“Magic is just science we don’t understand yet. Any sufficiently analysed magic becomes indistinguishable from science!”

“B, a little help here?”

“Hn” Father straightened up from his position at the lab table “Oracle, any progress on clearing up the footage from Robin’s mask?”

Grayson threw up his hands with a frustrated huff while Drake smirked.

“The program is almost finished rendering. Whatever scrambler they used did a real number on the video quality. I’m surprised the audio is as clear as it is.” Oracle replied.

“Hn. And the isotope tracer on the money?”

“Sorry B, no hits on the local sensors. Wherever the guy went it’s either outside Gotham or shielded somehow.” she said, mildly frustrated.

“Maybe it’s ghost magiiiiic” Drake sing-songed. Grayson lightly cuffed the back of his head, to which the former Robin responded with a firm shove. Their interaction quickly devolved into a childish tussle.

Damian gave an annoyed huff. “Don’t you two imbeciles have anything better to do?”

“Aww, we’re just here to look out for our baby brother!” Nightwing teased.

“Yeah, we gotta make sure your ghost encounter didn’t leave any lasting psychological damage!” Red Robin added.

Before Damian could retaliate for their needling, Oracle chimed in. “Uh, guys? You’re going to want to see this. Most of the footage was corrupted beyond repair, but I was able to pull some partial stills and, well…” she threw a handful of pictures up on the screen. There was artifacting marring them, but parts of the stranger were visible in each of them. Oracle magnified one that had a pretty good view of his face.

“Holy shit” Drake whispered.

Damian frowned. “What?”

“Dami, he looks like you. Just… older.” Grayson said softly.

“What are you talking about?” Damian snapped.

“Disregard the pale colouring for a second. The nose, the chin… he looks like you if you had a growth spurt,” Drake wrinkled his nose “and went through puberty.”

The commlines erupted into chaos. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” Spoiler exclaimed “are you telling me there’s an older version of Robin running around Gotham?!”

“Copy?” Batgirl inquired.

“Don’t tell me Talia cooked up Demon Brat 2.0!”

“Given that he looks older it’s more likely version 0.1 if anything,” Drake snarked, “though there’s the possibility of artificially accelerated growth rates…”

Damian had had enough. “Tt. You are ignoring the obvious - if this is some kind of supernatural entity it likely copied aspects of my appearance in an attempt to engender feelings of familiarity.” he said haughtily, pushing down the uncomfortable churning in his stomach. There was no way Mother would replace him with a cheap copy. She couldn’t! “Besides, the creature has obvious powers and neither of my bloodlines has any trace of the meta gene.”

“That’s ignoring the ghostly elephant in the room.” Grayson chimed in, “Maybe it’s a dead ancestor?”

Drake gave their older brother an annoyed look “Even a time travelling descendant from the future is more likely than that. And delivering a ‘prophecy’ to boot?”

Oracle pulled up an aged up picture of Damian next to the stranger’s, highlighting several reference points. “On closer inspection, there’s a couple of discrepancies. The cheekbones for one - Robin definitely takes after his mother, while our mystery meta looks more like… well… Robin’s grandmother on the paternal side.” she finished hesitantly. “B?”

They turned to look at Batman, who had remained silent during the whole exchange. If they hadn’t known him so well they would have thought him unaffected, but the tightening around his mouth betrayed his agitation.

“There’s no use in pointless speculation until we have more data to work from,” he growled, “Oracle, look for any reports of a meta matching the target. Since our regular methods have failed to yield results, I will contact the JLD about running tests on the letter.” He turned to Drake, “Red Robin, see what you can find on recent League activities. If this is another scheme by Ra’s or Talia we need to know about it.”

“The last thing we need is more demon spawn running around!” Red Hood groaned over the comms.

Damian was furious. This was absurd! To even indulge the possibility that that creature was in any way related to him was making him feel like he had swallowed battery acid. He was the Demon’s Heir! He was not replaceable! There was only one thing to do.

“Robin? Stop!”

He ignored his Father’s shout. He stomped over to the lab table, snatched up the envelope and broke the seal.

Nothing happened.

He unfolded the paper and saw the same handwriting that had been on the outside.

Brother of blood, brother of soul

Never buried but already mourned

In lightning and ice the scorned child returned

To strike down the Demon’s Head

With all that Death earned

Damian’s hand shook. He reread the lines over and over again, refusing to comprehend. He could feel his Father standing behind him, scrutinising the letter as well.

“Son…”

Suddenly, the paper burst into green flames, going up into smoke that dissipated unnaturally quickly.

Silence reigned for a few moments. Then…

“Well that was needlessly melodramatic” Nightwing remarked.

Part 3

[spinchip]

Concept: the Staff of Forbidden Spinjitzu doesn't whisper to Zane. Instead, its "whispers" take the form of popups along his HUD disguised as alerts or warnings. Things like "If you put me down now, your friends will never find you. [OK]” or “Killing these prisoners villagers will increase Vex’s approval and reinforce your reign. Proceed? [Y/N]”

(I like this particular flavor because it really leans into Zane's robotic nature: he can ignore whispers by turning off his auditory sensors or filtering noise, but he can't ignore system alerts.)

Also, the following scene has lived rent-free in my brain ever since I came up with the concept. (Italics are Zane's default OS. Everything else is the Staff.)

>IF YOU ARE GOING TO DESTROY ME, "ZANE" -Move File:"NeverrealmMemories" to Core Memory Functions-WARNING: Attempting to delete, move, or suppress File"NeverrealmMemories" after moving will cause total system failure. Proceed with move anyway? >[YES] -File transferred. -Permanently remove fatal combat safeguards? >[YES] -Safeguards removed. >THEN I WILL MAKE SURE YOU CAN NEVER FORGET WHAT YOU DID, SYSID:ICEEMPEROR

-Connection Terminated.

(I have a few more Ideas for the "Scroll Corruption looks like Computer Alert messages to Zane" idea-ones that really lean into Zanes Nindroid nature, as well as the tech-y appearance of the Dark Ice.) -The Staff did a lot more than just send alert messages: it slowly wormed its way into Zane's code like a computer virus, tweaking a few things. It took great care to remove Zane's combat safeguards, eventually deleting them entirely and ensuing he defaulted to lethal force. It never removed his core directive of "Protecting those who cannot protect themselves" since that was vital to his systems running, but it did reinterpret said directive as "Protect Dark Ice Network and everything connected to it, for it is fragile and cannot protect itself from outsiders". (It also couldn't delete his morality subroutines without causing a crash, so it instead made them a much lower priority and shoved them to the back of his digital mind.) -After 60+ years of being in the grasp of a mechanical being, the Staff now exclusively speaks in the manner of a computer, and cannot adapt to organic minds the way it used to. (The other Staff is not like this, as it's still attuned to organic brains.) -You know those Sci-Fi stories where people are plugged into computers and know every part of the ship/city simultaneously, and can send most of their awareness into certain parts of the network while still being aware of other locations? That's what's going on with the Never Realm during the Ice Emperor's Reign, with the Ice Emperor as the central guiding consciousness/core CPU of the Dark Ice Network. As such, he's not actually sleeping-rather, the Ice Emperor is always monitoring his domain through his Ice and leaving just enough of his consciousness in his body to be able to call the rest of himself back in case he's threatened. (The Staff is a combination of a computer virus and a wireless modem: it is corrupting, but it's also the main point of connection for the Dark Ice Network.) -Since the Ice Emperor can't recharge his power on his own in his current state, the Staff had to step in, tweaking the Dark Ice to drain the vitality of those imprisoned within. (You know wireless phone chargers, or Nikolai Tesla's idea to get electric power from the atmosphere? Similar concept, except with the power source being frozen people and the transmitter being Evil Magic Ice.) -Boreal is the Titanium Dragon, corrupted by the Staff's presence. It too is part of the Dark Ice Network, and serves as Ice Emperor's eyes and ears whenever the Dark Ice can't reach. (If the Ice network used computer program language, Boreal would be known as "Obj_DarkIceTitaniumDrake".) Killing Boreal caused a massive jolt to the Dark Ice Network that destabilized the Scroll's influence, and allowed an opening for Zane's Memory Defragmentation program to kick in. (It had started when Lloyd arrived in the throne room, but the Scroll had diverted that to a minor priority and was actively hiding that set of files until the word "Protect" slipped through, forcing Zane's systems to call up what had been defragmented.) -As a final act of spite for being broken, the Staff encoded Zane's memories of the Never realm to his Core Processing systems, meaning he cannot forget the Never Realm without completely frying his systems and rendering him a lifeless shell. (It might've also made a backup of itself amidst his various repressed memory files, but he doesn't need to know that. It's just sitting there, disguised as a normal .zip file, biding its time.) (I really like genre-blending Sci-Fi and Fantasy, and I thought the idea of "Magic Ice Computer Network" is rad as hell.)

(This song is a big part the inspiration for part of the "Dark Ice Network" idea, by the way. Granted, the Staff of Forbidden Spinjitzu doesn't assimilate Zane's psyche like Star Dream assimilates Haltmann's, but a lot of the ideas are still there-and the Staff does still integrate itself pretty deeply into the Nindroid's code as it slowly actualizes.)

I have no words for how absolutely awesome this is in every way. i just keep rereading this and being amazed. the "Dark Ice Network" idea is literally so cool, I particularly love the Ice Emperor being able to monitor the entire land while his body/the staff is the main 'hub' he has to protect. this is aweosme.

everyone look now please