#fuck I miss that game

[charastarte]

"What the hell??" Roman Redcliff said as his archnemisis, Warlock collapsed in his arms. As the Super Villain the Inventor, this was fairly conveint for him. The one most likely to stop his new army of robot dogs had just collasped in his arms. This was different however... Warlock had a very particular look about her when she was on patrol, a clingy black piece, glowing butterfly wings, an abhorrent amount of glitter, this was not the case here. She wore civilian clothes, seemingly for somee sort of club event, and barely tied on the black mask to cover her eyes. He pulled her in with a sigh, he had no ill intentions tonight. Audrey awoke foggily, before she regained her senses and shot up. A blanket fell from her, as she was sitting on a couch in a modest single story house. The front for The Inventor's lair. Her mind was hazy, and movements slowed. Whatever those guys spiked her with really did a number on her.

"I was waiting till you were awake to offer this. I took the liberty of doing a blood check and was able to find to find a reversing agent." The Inventor, without costume or anything stood beside her, only a coffee table between them. He set a coffee mug with what appeared to be coffee in it, and set down two white pills.

"Trust me or don't, but you're safe here. You know my defense systems, be quick on your way out. You can sleep in Janet's room if you want, my weekend isn't for another week." He moves off into the kitchen, leaving Audrey in a stunned silence. She decided that it couldn't be any worse than whatever she already had in her and took the pills. The coffee was milky and sweet, too sweet for her liking as she made a face. The pills took imeadiate affect and with a sharp inhale, she felt the fog leave her mind and her reactions returned to their normal powered speed. "Cast: Change!" She said as her civilian clothes shimmered away to her hero uniform. She made her way into the kitchen, unsure of how to face her enemy.

Roman locked eyes with Warlock as she glared at him.

"Seriously? I help you out and you're gonna try your hero schtick now?" He spoke with a deadpan as he scrubbed some dried food off a plate.

"you're... Doing dishes?" The hero asked confused by the casualness of her rival.

"Yeah? You don't?" He said before continuing his work.

"But you're the inventor?"

"So why'd you show up to my house, Warlock? No friends? Family? Seriously??" He glared at her now, turning fully to scold her. "I mean fuck, who'd you go out with, your buddies? Why not crash on their front lawn."

"I got kicked out... I can barely afford the motel I'm staying at... I'm trying to get an apartment but it's hard..." The hero tried to keep her composure but couldn't the the tears soaking into her mask. "My friends were all tied to my school and job and I lost both... I just... I had nowhere else to go and I had found your base awhile back and when those guys tried to grab me... I just wanted to get a drink okay? I felt so alone..." She had devolved into full sobbing.

"Take your mask off kid, you're safe. Don't mess up your costume like this come on." He crouched low, as she had fallen to her knees. She didn't move, and he gently lent forward and slowly undid the mask. Without looking her in the face, the Inventor placed the mask on the table before returning to his work.

"What showed up tonight wasn't the hero Warlock. I'm just a civilian helping a scared kid okay? You don't gotta be anything more than that. Go to bed, I'll see what we can do about your living situation. Then when you're good and ready, I'm going to use an army of robot dogs to kill you and take over the city. Deal?"

She stared dumbly at him, he still had not looked at her, hadn't seen her face and promised to keep her safe. She just nodded before slowly wandering back to his young daughter's room. She collasped onto the pink bed, the weight of everything falling from her as she fell asleep.

The glass shattered under Roman's grip. He knew it wasn't his boys, he went through a rigorous vetting process to keep those crimes out of his organization. He was gonna find who did this, it wouldn't even take much time.

In a flash or sickly blue lightning, Roman was gone and the Inventor sped through the city on the hunt.

Being evil is one thing, but there are some lines you never even attempt to cross.

You, a supervillain, answer a knock at your door, only to find your superhero nemesis shivering, bleeding, scared, and slightly dazed (as if drugged). They appear to have been assaulted. The hero mumbles “…didn’t know where else to go…” before collapsing into your arms.

[st-hedge]

I hadn’t drawn the house of hades boys in years! Curse me! This isn’t exactly a remake of an old painting but it’s in the vibe of how I used to draw them all the time. Poetic and stealing kisses

[voltaical-art]

HE WAS SEVENTEEN. AGHHH ULDER WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU

[egophiliac]

do skully have pokemon?

Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.

(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)

[lotus-pear]

the dialogue choices in this game should be more diabolical

[pinacoladamatata]

blink and you'll miss it moments around skyhold....

[mikayesha]

She drew me in by her way with words

[veethesnake]

In light of recent events:

Separating the art from the artist

does NOT work if said artist is

1) alive

2) directly financially benefitting from you consuming the art

Especially if they have tweeted this in the past:

[sorrelpaws]

TRY TO FORGET HER (hey!)

[scyllas-dogs]

as you asked, and nothing more

[mo-online]

TSC 2 IS CALLED THE GOLDEN RAVEN AND JEAN'S BIRTHDAY IS 11/9 TO MIRROR NEIL'S 1/19 BECAUSE THEY'RE CONNECTED EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP I CAN'T HANDLE THIS AT 3 AM

[svtskneecaps]

i miss qsmp outlast trials so here's a list of my favorite parts of qsmp outlast trials

hearing baghera get increasingly more french from halfway down the hallway bc the goons are hassling her and she can't find the objective

jaiden screaming like she's being killed irl anytime something moves

cellbit being half a mile away completing the objective on his own

quackity always managing to be the last man standing bc he spends the round cowering in hidey holes and then gets teased mercilessly by the dead chat bc he's the only one who can res them

slimecicle stepping on all of the glass in a half mile radius

slimecicle kiting the monsters around a couch like a god gamer

cellbit eating snacks and giggling while watching everyone else do the tutorial

roier being absolutely fucking goated at the arm wrestling minigame and then like two rounds later having the sharpest and fastest skill fall off i have ever seen

foolish and jaiden taking turns getting scared by nothing and winding each other up

that one round where jaiden got attacked like three times within two rooms of the entrance

cellbit going I'M DYING I'M DYING and hearing quackity's muffled voice in a hiding spot down the hall go NOT ME I'M ALIVE BITCH

everyone and their mom drinking health by mistake while attempting to hand it off to their teammate

roier blasting freddy's music box into the mic to fuck with quackity

mouse freaking jaiden out by joining the discord call and saying hello while they were in a game

jaiden saying "eat brick" or "eat glass" every time she throws an item

cussing in whatever language they remember first

roier ducking all the tin can noise traps even while actively being chased

"welcome to brazil's first radio station [royalty free music plays]"

every time roier is in danger he yells for quackity. quackity is halfway across the map. he has nothing. he is screaming.

[taliawinters]

Boundless, timeless. Like every dream that ever was, stitched together.

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

fighting for my LIFE against ea app istg

[princescar]

Twinning.

[arthursfuckinghat]

I'm at that part of chapter three my friends, so let me be a reminder that Colm O'Driscoll's plan to lure in Dutch after taking Arthur failed because nobody came looking for him.

He would have died being held captive any longer, he barely escaped.

The gang did not come for Arthur.