#instead summoned or spawned

[drugbinges]

I still really want to get my belly button surgically covered.

[actualaster]

Concept that would be funny if I could draw:

Creating in-universe memes for one of my original settings then drawing my blorbos referencing or reenacting said memes

[lllumoria]

Lessons {Astarion x Reader}

Characters: Astarion x Reader 

Summary: You try to flirt. You really do. But when Karlach dares you to sweep someone off their feet, and you choose Astarion of all people, things go exactly how you'd expect: poorly, hilariously, and then… dangerously well. 

Blame the wine, blame the boredom, blame Karlach’s booming dare but mostly blame Astarion’s grin glinting at the edge of the firelight, practically asking to be challenged.

The night had turned companionable after a brutal skirmish with gnolls. Everyone alive, everyone bruised. Wyll poured a celebratory bottle of Dragon’s Crush. Gale lectured on planar theory until even he grew tired of hearing himself. Then Karlach, cheeks flushed bronze with drink, slammed her mug down and declared:

“Right! We’ve exchanged war stories and arcane gobbledygook – time for something fun. Show us your best flirt, bookworm.” She jabbed a thumb at you.

Across the fire, Astarion straightened like a cat scenting cream. “Oh, do include me. I adore games that end with somebody blushing.”

Shadowheart muttered something about children and bedtimes, hiding a smirk behind her cup.

You coughed. “I’m not exactly stage material.”

“Come on!” Karlach insisted, eyes bright. “Pick a target. Sweep them off their feet.”

Your gaze flicked around the circle – Gale, Wyll, Shadowheart. Tempting, but the silver‑haired vampire spawn was already leaning forward, ruby eyes flicking between you and the bottle with predatory anticipation. And frankly, you were tired of being the one who reacted to him. Time to return serve.

You took a steadying breath, stepped toward Astarion, and summoned your sultriest voice – an untested weapon.

“Tell me,” you purred, “do you always wake up this charming, or did you sip a charisma potion in your sleep?”

Silence.

Then: Shadowheart’s snort, Gale’s polite clap, Karlach’s whoop!

And Astarion?

Astarion stared.

A single eyebrow rose, sculpted and deadly. Then laughter welled up – bright, genuine, bubbling out of him like uncorked sparkling wine. He braced a hand on his knee, eyes crinkling. “Oh, my sweet summer star. That was… adorable.”

Heat crashed into your cheeks. He tapped your nose with one cool fingertip, the gesture maddeningly tender.

“Adorably earnest,” he amended, voice dropping half an octave. “Like a kitten trying to roar.”

That stung, but the warmth in his gaze softened the barb – he wasn’t mocking to wound; he was amused. And maybe – just maybe – impressed that you’d dared at all.

Karlach was cackling. “Give her a break – first time’s rough!”

Astarion turned to the group, palms out. “I’m merely appreciating the effort. But…” His eyes slid back to you, dangerous again. “If you’d like a demonstration, kitten, I could show you how it’s actually done.”

You folded arms across your chest. “Enlighten me.”

Murmurs rippled around the circle. Even stoic Shadowheart leaned forward a fraction.

Astarion rose with the grace of spilled silk. “Observe.” His voice smoothed into velvet. “Lesson One: Proximity.”

He didn’t stride – he drifted. One step, two, closing the space until the fire blurred behind his shoulder and his cool scent – cedar, smoke, hint of blood – wrapped around your senses. He stopped just outside touching distance: enough room for heat to pulse between bodies, not enough for breath to settle.

Your pulse skipped. He heard it – judging by the satisfied quirk of his mouth.

“Lesson Two,” he continued, lifting a hand but not quite touching your cheek, letting anticipation thrum, “Intention. Your words fluttered like moths, darling. Pretty, but harmless. Instead” – his knuckles grazed the air beside your jaw – “you speak like every syllable knows where it wants to land.”

Your throat tightened. The camp faded; only him, the flicker of firelight dancing across pale skin, the hush of everyone holding breath.

“Lesson Three: Tone.” His next words fell warm against your ear, lower than laughter, smoother than wine. “Low and languid, like a secret slipping beneath the door.” A chill crawled your spine, chased by a bloom of heat.

He withdrew just enough to let you focus on his eyes – deep garnet, reflecting flame. “Lesson Four,” he whispered, “Eye contact.” He held your gaze, unblinking, unabashed, until the air felt charged enough to spark. “Stare as though you’ve already memorized the color of their last sigh.”

Your knees wobbled. Astarion’s smile flashed fang – dangerous, but the kindness of a hunter granting a fatal thrill to its prey.

Then, masterfully cruel, he stepped away. The cold rush of lost proximity stole your next breath.

He pivoted to the group with a grand flourish. “And that, loves, is how one flirts.”

Silence. Then Karlach let out a war‑whoop that sent embers spiraling skyward. Gale applauded with academic enthusiasm. Wyll whistled low.

Shadowheart merely nodded, impressed despite herself. “Excruciatingly effective.”

You pressed a hand to your flaming cheeks, trying to claw back composure. “Show‑off.”

Astarion bowed. “Only when inspiration strikes.”

Karlach elbowed Gale. “Your turn, wizard!”

But conversation blurred in your ears; your heartbeat drummed too loud. The scent of cedar still clung to your skin like phantom hands. You’d thought his flirtation an act, a weapon. Now you weren’t sure what terrified you more: the idea he’d been performing, or the possibility that he hadn’t.

—————

Most of the camp had retired. Shadowheart took first watch; Karlach slept sprawled by the dying fire like a contented bear. Gale and Wyll snored mutually supportive harmonies.

You lingered at the river’s edge, cold water lapping boots, trying to cool blood still thrumming hot.

“Kitten,” Astarion called softly behind you.

You turned. He strolled closer, but not as a predator – hands tucked behind his back, shoulders loose. “Come to critique my technique?” you asked, aiming for levity.

“On the contrary. I came to apologize, perhaps.” He stopped beside you, gaze tracing the moon’s reflection on the water. “I may have been… heavy‑handed.”

You huffed a laugh. “Was that your polite way of saying ‘cruel’?”

“Cruelty is useful,” he mused. “But only when it serves a purpose. Tonight’s spectacle benefited no one but my ego.” He paused, eyes flicking to you. Something unguarded shimmered. “I forget, sometimes, how… sharp my edges are.”

Wind stirred his hair; the moon painted silver across his cheekbones. Vulnerability suited him – beautiful and unsettling.

You rolled a pebble beneath your boot. “For what it’s worth, I knew it was a performance.”

“Was it?” he asked, voice nearly lost to river rush.

Silence pooled. You risked a glance: his gaze remained on the water, but tension threaded shoulders that usually lounged. The question hung heavier than mere flirtation. Was it just a performance?

“I don’t know,” you admitted.

“Neither do I,” he whispered, almost to himself. Then, with a sigh, he shook off the softness and straightened, renewed mischief in the tilt of his lips. “Regardless, the lesson stands. Would you care to practice? I’m an excellent tutor – patient, hands‑on.”

You barked a surprised laugh. “Hands entirely off, thank you.”

“Tragic.” He clasped dramatic hand to chest. “But I can behave. Sometimes.”

You considered. “Fine. Teach me step one again.”

Astarion brightened. “Proximity. Simple.” He stepped close – then closer – until boot tips nearly brushed. “Now, you try.”

Your pulse fluttered, but you met his gaze and purposefully closed the final inch until your shoulders were almost touching his chest. Heat flared in his eyes – approval, hunger, something softer.

“Lesson two,” you said, lowering your voice just enough that it vibrated between you. “Intention.”

His breath hitched.

Emboldened, you lifted a hand – not to his cheek, but to the collar of his shirt, where one dangling silver clasp glinted. Your knuckles skimmed fabric. “This is crooked,” you murmured, and straightened it with excruciating slowness.

Astarion’s eyelids fluttered. “You’re a quick study.”

“Lesson three,” you continued: “tone.” You let the next words drop – warm, bare truth. “You disarmed me tonight.”

He inhaled sharply, expression caught between grin and awe. “Did I?”

“Lesson four.” You held his gaze, letting him see everything unhidden: the thrill, the fear, the defiance. “Eye contact.”

Seconds stretched, taut as bowstring. Then – you stepped back. The air cooled, but satisfaction bloomed in your chest.

Astarion released a shaky laugh. “Oh, well played, darling.”

You offered a short bow. “I learn fast.”

He regarded you, eyes glimmering. “We may have to call tonight a draw.”

“Wasn’t that the point? Mutual embarrassment?”

“Hardly embarrassing,” he countered, voice velvet again but soft velvet, worn, warm. “Quite… exhilarating.”

He extended his hand – palm up, invitation rather than command. After a heartbeat, you placed yours atop. His grip was cool, steady, strangely gentle.

“For the record,” he said quietly, thumb brushing your knuckles, “no potion could make anyone this charming. It’s all me.”

You laughed. The sound loosened something inside both of you. His shoulders dropped a fraction, yours lifted. The river whispered secrets around your ankles.

“Come,” he said, tugging lightly. “Let’s get you back before the gnolls hear your hammering heart and mistake it for a dinner bell.”

“My heart isn’t hammering.”

He smirked, leading you up the bank. “Lie better, kitten.”

[weird-color]

dont hug me im a cookie.

(height comparison and abilities below :p) (I am TERRIBLE at describing stats please bare with me)

Rainbow Ink ~ Creative Flow : Summons ink hands from the ground to drag the enemies in place, freezing them in place to cause injury and poison. An ocean of dark ink spawns beneath the enemies, increasing the amount of damage done by the ink hands and keeping them tied. A shield of paper will wrap around the ally with least ATK from the team. Increases Blueberry Clockwork's ATK and DMG Resist by 300%, an HP shield inflicting upon him to protect his current HP. (Similar to Mystic Flour.)

Blueberry Clockwork ~ The Reality Of Time : Freezes the enemy's cooldown and resets it, ignoring any buffs and treasures. Launches himself to attack while slowing his enemies ATK SPD, which will increase his own as he does. Increases Rainbow Ink's Cooldown by 500%, granting them "Future's Sight" buff and allowing their ink hands to survive longer and have a tighter grip on the enemies.

Sugar Heart Butterfly ~ Lover's Ring : Summons his cult members to deal damage and hypnotize the enemies, confusing them into bleeding. As he does, Sugar Heart Butterfly burst heals the entire team, restoring 70% of their HP. At the same time, an explosion of love stunts and charms the closest enemies, dispels any other buffs granted by other supports and curses them for the rest of the fight.

Electric Oats ~ Digital Dancing : Starts the fight with stunt resistance, DMG focus and cooldown by 619% for the entire party. His wires launch and zap the enemies, leaving a stunt debuff and healing reduction on them. Water type enemies will not be affected by this, instead will cause DMG reduction to Electric Oats Cookie. Will focus on any healer or support cookies, inflicting "Computer Virus" debuff to cause injury and silencing them, his ATK increasing by 400% after using the debuff. After his death, he will leave behind a copy of his own digital form, which will only zap and keep the last cookie standing alive for 7 seconds before falling.

Raw Steak ~ Piercing Health : Smashes through with his pitchfork against the strongest enemy, inflicting injury, fear and shackles. Additionally, if his enemy receives health, he will increase his own ATK and becomes invulnerable to any debuffs for 10 seconds. Purifies Spinach Salad and increases their MAX HP with the "Chef's Delight" buff, shielding them from any attacks for a long period of time. Before dying, his ATK will increase by 900%, using his last seconds to heal Spinach Salad and enhance their DMG resist.

Spinach Salad ~ Healthy Stabbings : Summons a pair of giant spinach cans to protect the ally with the least DMG resist and HP, while they jump behind Raw Steak Cookie to attack and stab their utensils on the enemies. Focuses on the enemy with the lowest HP at the moment, targeting them and causes stun momentarily. Gives Raw Steak their "Fork N Tooth" buff, periodic healing him while standing behind him. They become resistant to debuffs (except stuns and fear) by 200%, while also absorbing their target's ATK.

Star Cloud Marshmallow ~ Dreamy Cloud Paradise : Starts the battle by floating with his clouds right above the enemies, crashing down to bomb and release a sleepy gas. The gas inflicts silence and sleep, the moment they wake up, they're striked by freezing debuff. Will attack the enemy with the least ATK and weaken them with injury, decreasing their DMG resist, DEF, Stun resistance, Freeze resistance, Cooldown and CRIT by 200%. After dying, will revive into a cloud monster, using his secondary skill "Drowning In Oil", which pulls the enemies on a void of dark oil, inflicting curse and injury.

(Somehow feel none of these would be meta lmao)

[ducktoo]

Supersonic Rift

fromis_9’s Nagyung x M!Reader

Note: soo when I saw this request, i remembered there was also a Nagyung fic with a LoL Reader as well (which is here by @kdollikesthighs )

Dw, mine is based on that one youtube video where 4 members played league. Thanks for the request again anon 👍

(Gosh she’s so cute)

You were a seasoned pro in the League of Legends scene—cool under pressure, skilled in every role, and practically living in Summoner’s Rift. But today, your skill wasn’t being tested in a tournament, scrim, or even a casual ranked match.

Nope. Instead, you found yourself in a brightly lit studio, sitting in front of four very giggly members of fromis_9: Jisun, Chaeyoung, Saerom and Nagyung.

Then again, you’d been in a lot of unique situations since turning pro in League of Legends. Sponsorship deals, photo shoots, interviews—it came with the territory. Heck, you even coach newcomers with your prior experiences as a tutor.

Though, sitting in a gaming chair next to Nagyung while her bandmates giggled like kids in a candy store?

Yeah…this was new.

This was part of their comeback promotions for Supersonic, and apparently, someone (ahem, HYBE) thought it’d be a genius idea to make a YouTube video where you teach them how to play League of Legends. You didn’t know who signed you up for this, but you were already reevaluating all your life choices.

"Alright, Y/n-ssi, be honest," Saerom started, leaning on her chair with an easy smile. "How bad are we gonna be at this?"

You chuckled, spinning your chair around to face them. “It can’t be that bad. Have any of you played League before?”

Jisun raised her hand timidly. “Does ARAM count?”

“That’s not the real game!” Nagyung interjected, her tone already halfway to exasperation. “You can’t flex ARAM as experience.”

Chaeyoung nodded sagely. “It’s like saying you know how to cook because you microwaved ramen.”

Jisun pouted, crossing her arms. “At least I’m not completely clueless.”

You smirked. “Alright, Jisun-ssi has a little bit of experience. What about the rest of you?”

Saerom shrugged. “I know the champions are cute.”

Nagyung let out a loud sigh, already burying her face in her hands. “Oh my god, we’re doomed.”

Chaeyoung smiled sweetly at Nagyung. “I’ll follow your lead, unnie. Just tell me what to do.”

“Don’t die?” Nagyung replied dryly. Her face scrunched at Chaeyoung calling her unnie despite her age.

"Pff, at least Nagyung is seasoned enough." You commented. "She got the sass going."

The staff called for silence, signaling the start of the shoot. The intro was smooth—a cheerful announcer explaining the collaboration, showing clips of your pro matches, and transitioning to the girls settling into their chairs.

The producer called out, “Rolling in 3… 2… 1! Action!” The red recording light blinked on, and you shifted in your seat, throwing a casual smile at the camera.

“Hey, everyone! I’m here with fromis_9—”

“Super-super! Supersonic!” Saerom and Nagyung interjected, throwing up peace signs. “Let’s gooo!”

“—and today we’re teaching them how to play League of Legends. Key word: ‘teaching,’” you said with a grin. “We’ll see how this goes.”

Jisun leaned into her mic. “Spoiler alert: badly.”

Chaeyoung cackled. “Speak for yourself. I’m about to carry this team.”

“Chaeyoung, you’re literally standing still in spawn,” Nagyung deadpanned.

“Wait, how do I move?” Chaeyoung asked, clicking aimlessly. “Oh! I got it! WASD, right?”

You blinked. “Uh… you right-click to move.”

A beat of silence.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, we’re doomed,” Nagyung muttered, burying her face in her hands.

-

Surprised to say (or not), this game went very well.

The loading screen faded to reveal Summoner’s Rift, its iconic three-lane battlefield glowing under a stormy sky. The vibrant green jungle glistened, and the enemy Nexus loomed ominously at the far end of the map. As the countdown to minions ticking began, you adjusted your headset and glanced at the screens of the four idols next to you. This was going to be… interesting.

“All right,” you began, pointing at each of their monitors. “Jisun-ssi, you’re on top lane. Just stick near the tower and farm minions. Saerom-ssi, you’re mid. Same deal. Chaeyoung-ssi, jungle, but don’t… uh, don’t overthink it.”

“And me?” Nagyung asked, locking in as Jinx, the manic, rocket-wielding ADC. She leaned forward, gripping the mouse like it owed her money.

“You’re bot with me. Just follow what I'll say. I'll support you with my Thresh.”

Her smirk was sharp. “Carry me, pro player.”

-

The game kicked off with your champion, Thresh, and Nagyung’s Jinx heading down the bottom lane. You expertly wove between minions, last-hitting to gain gold while zoning the enemy duo—a scary-looking Lucian and a tanky Leona.

“Stay behind the minions,” you said, pinging the map. “Leona’s going to try to stun you if you get too close.”

“Got it.” Nagyung’s Jinx strafed left and right, tossing out attacks with her minigun. Her voice wavered slightly. “Wait, why does she keep walking at me? I didn’t even do anything!”

“She’s baiting you,” you said calmly, flinging Thresh’s hook to snag Lucian. The chains glowed green as you yanked him forward, stunning him. “Wreck him!”

Nagyung hesitated for a fraction of a second, then unleashed a flurry of rockets. Lucian’s health plummeted, forcing him to retreat under the safety of his turret. “I did it! I hit him!” she exclaimed, bouncing in her seat.

“Nice. Now, don’t get cocky,” you warned.

-

Meanwhile, Saerom’s Orianna was standing in the middle of the lane, her robotic sphere idly rolling in circles.

“Saerom unnie, move!” Nagyung yelled, glancing at her screen.

“I’m observing,” Saerom replied serenely, as the enemy Yasuo slashed through her health bar. “This is fascinating.”

“You’re feeding!” Nagyung groaned.

Saerom tilted her head. “What does that mean?”

You chimed in, trying to keep the frustration out of your voice. “It means you’re giving the enemy gold every time you die. Just stay back and use your ball to poke.”

“Poke?” Saerom echoed, frowning.

“Like this.” You flicked your mouse at her screen, gesturing to how she should aim Orianna’s sphere. She tried, sending the orb in the right direction, but it stopped short.

“Close enough,” you muttered.

-

Chaeyoung’s Evelynn prowled through the jungle, clicking furiously on the minimap.

“Where do I go now?” she asked, spinning the camera wildly.

“You’re supposed to gank,” you said, keeping your focus on bot lane.

“Gang?”

“Gank. Attack a lane to give your teammates an advantage.”

“Ohhh.” Chaeyoung hovered near mid-lane, waiting for Yasuo to push forward. “I got this. Watch me.”

Saerom had just respawned and returned to lane, cautiously poking at minions. Yasuo spotted Chaeyoung’s Evelynn and turned his attention to her.

“Help me, Saerom-unnie!” Chaeyoung cried, smashing her keyboard.

“Good luck,” Saerom replied, retreating to her tower.

Yasuo cut through Chaeyoung in three quick slashes.

“You didn’t help me!” Chaeyoung said, throwing her hands up.

“You didn’t ask nicely,” Saerom countered, her tone utterly calm.

-

The match spiralled into chaos as the timer hit 25 minutes. Both teams had lost their outer turrets, and the map became a war zone of ambushes and desperate team fights.

“We need to group!” you called, pinging the map near Baron Nashor. “Stick together, and don’t get caught alone.”

Jisun’s Teemo, however, was wandering aimlessly in the top jungle.

“Jisun, what are you doing?” Nagyung shouted.

“I’m placing mushrooms! You said to place mushrooms!”

“Not in the middle of nowhere!” Nagyung exclaimed.

The enemy team capitalized on the lack of coordination, ambushing your group near Baron. Leona’s ultimate landed a perfect stun on Nagyung, and she frantically clicked to escape.

“Help me! Help me!” she cried.

You flashed forward as Thresh, landing a Flay on the enemy ADC and peeling for her. “You’re safe. Focus Lucian.”

Nagyung’s Jinx unleashed her ultimate, Super Mega Death Rocket, landing a clean hit and finishing him off.

“Yes! Did you see that?!” she yelled, nearly jumping out of her chair.

“Carry harder,” you teased, shielding her from another attack.

-

The game ended with a hard-fought push into the enemy base. Nagyung’s Jinx secured a pentakill, her face glowing with pride as the words “VICTORY” flashed across the screen.

Jisun and Chaeyoung, however, were in shambles.

“Why didn’t anyone save me?” Jisun complained.

“You were 0-12, Jisun-unnie. There’s nothing to save,” Nagyung retorted.

Chaeyoung pouted. “I got MVP in spirit.”

“No, you didn’t,” Saerom said, still calm as ever. “But good effort.”

You leaned back in your chair, rubbing your temples. “So… how did you all feel about your first game?”

Nagyung grinned triumphantly. “I carried.”

“You were decent,” you said, smirking. “But don’t let it get to your head.”

“Oh, it’s already there,” she shot back. “Rematch next time?”

“Only if Jisun and Chaeyoung promise to read a guide first.”

-

The idea came about in true Nagyung fashion—bold and overconfident.

“Well….I think we can take you,” she declared, arms crossed, after the producer suggested wrapping up the shoot. Her bandmates froze mid-pack-up, turning to her like she’d just declared war on a dragon with a butter knife.

“You think we can beat them?” Jisun asked, pointing at you. “Have you seen how today went? We’re terrible.”

“You’re terrible,” Nagyung corrected. “I’m decent. And if we all gang up, we might have a chance.”

Chaeyoung, ever the chaos agent, perked up. “I’m in. Let’s take them down.”

Saerom tilted her head, considering. “It could be fun.”

You couldn’t resist grinning. “Alright, but I’ll make it fair. I’ll play Blitzcrank—no damage, just good old hooks and crowd control.”

Jisun narrowed her eyes. “Isn’t that the creepy robot with the grabby hand?”

“Yep,” you said cheerfully. "I like playing him for the grabby hand"

“I don’t like this,” she muttered, sinking lower into her chair.

The game loaded up, the arena illuminated by the eerie glow of the Rift. Blitzcrank’s hulking frame materialized at your spawn point, his glowing fist radiating ominously.

“Alright,” you said into the mic. “This is a 1v4. No excuses if you lose.”

“Talk less, grab less,” Nagyung shot back, locking in Caitlyn for her AD Carry pick. Beside her, Jisun picked Yuumi again (“She’s cute! Don’t judge me!”), Chaeyoung locked in Amumu, and Saerom, after much deliberation, went with Morgana.

“You’ve got a decent comp,” you admitted. “Let’s see if you can use it.” -

As the game timer hit 1:30, you maneuverer Blitzcrank toward mid-lane. His movements were slow but deliberate, the sound of clanking metal echoing with every step.

“Why’s he so creepy?” Jisun asked nervously.

“It’s intimidation,” Chaeyoung said confidently. “He’s scared of us.”

"Rude..!" You smirked, hiding in a bush near mid-lane. They were about to learn why hiding wasn’t the same as being safe.

Nagyung stepped forward, trying to poke you with Caitlyn’s long-range basic attacks. Her focus was split, though—she was too busy keeping Jisun tethered to her.

Perfect.

You pressed Q—Rocket Grab. A glowing hook shot out from Blitzcrank’s hand, snaking through the fog of war. It latched onto Nagyung, yanking her straight into your massive frame.

“What the—?!” she yelped.

Before she could react, you hit E—Power Fist. Blitzcrank’s fist glowed bright yellow as he knocked her into the air. A few auto-attacks later, her screen went grey.

“You died already?” Jisun wailed.

“He grabbed me out of nowhere!” Nagyung protested. “Where were you?”

“Attached to you!”

“Useless!” -

The chaos only grew. Blitzcrank thrived on unpredictability, and you used it to full effect. With every bush and dark corner, you waited patiently, like a predator.

Saerom cautiously approached the bot lane, farming minions with Morgana’s Q—Dark Binding. You stayed hidden, watching her pattern. She’d step up to the wave, then step back into the safety of the turret.

The moment she mis-stepped, you pounced.

A hook shot out, landing squarely on her.

“Noooo!” Saerom cried as you dragged her helplessly into the tower range. The turret’s lasers finished the job.

Nagyung groaned. “Why don’t you guys look at the map?!”

“I was looking at my character!” Saerom defended.

“Great,” Nagyung muttered. “Our jungler’s crying in the corner, our support’s attached to me like glue, and our mid-laner’s… farming daisies or something.”

“I’m trying! Stop yelling!” Jisun snapped. -

Despite their bickering, the girls started to improve—or at least coordinate better. Nagyung set traps with Caitlyn’s W—Yordle Snap Trap—while Chaeyoung dove into fights with Amumu’s Q—Bandage Toss.

You could feel the pressure. Even with Blitzcrank’s resilience, a 1v4 was tough. Every missed hook cost you time and cooldowns. Every misstep brought you closer to defeat.

“Guys, we can actually win this,” Nagyung said, her voice steely. “Stick together. Focus them down.”

“Yeah!” Chaeyoung echoed. “Let’s go, team!”

The final fight began at Baron Pit. You hid near the brush, ready to land a clutch grab.

They approached cautiously, sticking to the plan. Chaeyoung led the charge, tanking hits from Baron while the others poked from afar.

You waited for the perfect moment.

“Where is he?” Jisun whispered nervously.

“Probably hiding,” Saerom guessed.

“Just focus on Baron,” Nagyung commanded.

The moment they grouped too closely, you activated Blitzcrank’s R—Static Field. A shockwave of electricity stunned everyone in range.

“Gahhh!” Nagyung screamed.

“Not again!” Jisun cried.

You followed up with a hook, pulling Chaeyoung into your clutches. She dropped instantly, her health bar melting.

But they rallied.

Nagyung stepped up, pelting you with headshots. Saerom’s bindings locked you down, and Jisun’s healing kept them alive just long enough. Blitzcrank fell, the screen announcing: You Have Been Slain.

“YES!” Nagyung screamed, leaping out of her chair.

The others cheered, their laughter filling the room.

-

As the session wound down, Nagyung approached you, arms crossed but a smirk tugging at her lips.

“Next time,” she said, “we’re playing a game I’m good at.”

“Like what?” you asked.

“Anything but this,” she replied, laughing.

“Aww, fine” you said, extending your hand.

She shook it firmly, her eyes sparkling with determination. “And next time, I’m taking you down for real.”

“Looking forward to it,” you replied, grinning.

As the cameras packed up and the girls chatted excitedly about the shoot, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Maybe coaching rookies wasn’t so bad after all—maybe after a few breaks before each match.

Yep, even if Nagyung did threaten to uninstall the game halfway through.

[timble-tumble]

RIN SCREAMS “KILL YOURSLF” ON ROBLOX VC WHILE BULLYING KIDS ON ADOPT ME AND GETS BANNED (hella long title ik 💔)

TAGS: cussing (like ALOT of cussing), absolute pure crack, implied rin x reader but you can interpret it as platonic if u want, Rin bullies kids (do not be like rin and don't bully anyone)

A/N: I wrote all of this in one sitting.....I'm lowkey so proud of myself this is what no internet does to a person (ty @ace-scream for beta-reading this 🤑)

You and Rin are lazing on the bed, both doing different things; you’re trying to reply to all your friend’s tiktoks after trying to restrain yourself from doomscrolling (you failed miserably), and Rin is furiously tapping away on his iPad playing who knows what.

You sigh, deciding it’s time to do something slightly more productive, opting to bother your boyfriend instead. “Hey. ‘Watcha doin?”

He barely spares you a glance, eyes honed in to the screen in front of him, “Minecraft. I’m trying to collect these half baked skeleton heads so I can summon the Wither.”

“I see. Can I join?”

“No.”

You give him a deadpan look. “Bruh.”

Fine then, if Rin doesn’t want you to join, you’ll go do your own thing; raid the pantry. You pray that there’s some actually good snacks in there, but before you can finish daydreaming about all the possible scrumptious food choices, a loud voice cuts you off.

“WHAT THE HELL. WHERE DID THAT DAMN PIGLIN COME FROM.”

You trot back over to him, stifling a giggle as the death screen displays on the iPad. “Ugh, I give up– I’ll fight the Wither another time,” he swipes off the app and presses on Roblox.

Rin finally looks up at you, “wanna join?”

“I thought you didn’t want me to.”

“Yeah because I don’t want you ruining my Minecraft world. But we should ruin kids’ lives in Adopt Me.”

Wow, my boyfriend really is mentally twelve.

Shaking your head at Rin’s ridiculous behaviour, you decide to indulge and boot up your laptop. “Fine, okay.”

The two of you load into Adopt Me, quickly coming up with the best avatars you’d think would traumatise a 9 year old to scare them and torment the whole server.

“Oh yeah, I finally verified my phone number so I can use voice chat,” Rin mentions.

“Uh oh,” you gulp, “this is not going to end good. Please refrain from insulting them.”

“Why?”

“The freak you mean why,” you lightly slap him on his shoulder, “they’re legit kids, lil bro.”

“I am too. Also DO NOT call me ‘lil bro’.”

You sigh, “you’re sixteen. Don’t try to pull the kid card, you’re legally a teenager.”

“But I’m still underage so I technically classify as a kid.”

You point your finger up, mimicking Rin being all, ‘erm aktually’ and nerd like. “Stop arguing with me and just promise you won’t scream half baked and lukewarm at them.”

Rin pauses, processing your lecture, then looks at his screen, positioning his hands on the joystick. “I have better insults than that up my sleeve.”

“…Rin.”

“Fine– I’ll try not to.”

You roll your eyes, mentally pleading that the police won’t pull up to your doorstep after Rin is done giving kids a ‘dose of the real world’ (his words, not yours). You and Rin decide on a target– ‘Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX - she/her • 9 • ladybug princess • fire & love powers 🔥 • looking for family’.

“I’ll go from above,” Rin equips his propeller, “you use the bicycle and chase her from the ground.”

“M’kay.”

You do just that, hopping on your shitty two person bicycle you always crash while trying to go on the bridge, riding right up to your target. You rub your hands and crack your knuckles before opening up the chat.

RinLover69: hey

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: hii

RinLover69: i have a question for u

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: ?

RinLover69: have you ever played blox fruits with your mangoes on the line

Rin shoots you a look, “really?”

“Shush it works– GO JUMP ON TOP OF HER.”

Suddenly, a hog avatar with the most horrifyingly stupid accessories lands right on top of Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX. She jumps in response, quickly zipping away from the demon that just spawned from seemingly nowhere.

Rin screams into the voice chat, chasing after her. “COME BACK HERE.”

You take a shortcut, cutting her off as she swiftly turns around and runs right towards Rin who was surveilling in the air. He speaks eerily in a monotone voice, “why are you running from us,” giving not only Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX chills, but also you.

“I think you’ve traumatised the kid. And you’re scaring me,” you say the last part under your breath.

“Not enough. YOU CAN’T RUN FROM ME SHEILA.”

“Good god.”

Assuming this random kid has had enough of Rin’s shit (or is just absolutely terrified), she dies and dips out of existence.

”Oh. What a pussy.”

“UHM, ITOSHI RIN.”

He flinches from you using his full name, “my bad.”

You side eye him before checking the server list, “hm. She’s still in the server. Hollon, she probably teleported to her house.”

“Let’s go then-”

As he attempts to click the teleport button, a message pops up in the centre of his iPad:

WARNING

You have been timed out of voice chat for 5 minutes due to inappropriate language.

“BRUH.”

You burst out laughing, “BAHAHAH YOU DIDN’T MUTE YOUR MIC THAT’S WHAT YOU GET-”

“SHUT UP.”

You decide to pursue Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX on your own while you wait for Rin to get his voice permissions back, scanning all the houses’ names before you find one titled with her user.

“Oh I’m so goated.”

“HAH YES I’M BACK,” he teleports to you, walking right up to the door until he’s basically sniffing it, “oh Sheilaaaaaaaaaaa. Unlock your door.”

Like on command, Sheila pops out and pauses as she’s face-to-face with basically Satan himself.

”Sheila. I know where you live.”

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: BRO LEAVE ME ALONE

“Never.” Rin propellers up into the air once again as Sheila runs away, opting to go in a car this time. You chuckle at Sheila’s incompetence for thinking her pathetic hot pink car could outrun your overpowered bike, equipping it and immediately catching up to her. You two run laps around the neighbourhood for a bit, Rin giving you out Sheila’s exact location like he was doxxing someone (he’s probably going to dox Sheila) whenever you lost sight of her.

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: SOMEONE HELP ME

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: IM GETTING CHASED HELP ME

“No one’s going to save you now. Just give up already.”

As Rin jumps down from the sky to land on top of Sheila again, he abruptly ragdolls and goes blasting off like Team Rocket up into the blocky sun. You shriek in half laughter and half horror as you see your boyfriend’s avatar shoot off never to be seen again.

The most high-pitched shrill of, "KILL YOURSELF–” you never thought Rin would be capable of slowly gets softer and softer the farther he flies off, until its just you and poor Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX.

Rin starts tweaking to the point you wouldn’t be surprised if he just magically enters his flow state, “OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS SHEILA’S FAULT. HER HALF BAKED ASS JUST SHOT ME LIKE A CANON BALL.”

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX halts her car and faces towards the body flying off like it’s ascending. She turns to you, which you reciprocate by also turning towards her.

RinLover69: uhm

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: uhm

RinLover69: this is all your fault sheila your magical love powers just blasted bro into the sky

You immediately leave before you can get reported for something stupid like bullying (you and Rin’s delusional ass agreed both would just sum this up to ‘educating the young’), as your tweaking boyfriend lets out another loud shriek as he gets another voice chat violation.

“FUCK YOU ROBLOX. YOUR PLATFORM IS LUKEWARM AS HELL ANYWAYS.”

“Rin, calm down.”

“SHE FLUNG ME INTO THE SUN LIKE SHE WAS SACRIFICING ME TO SOME GOD.”

“It’s just a game.”

He raises an eyebrow, calming down for a split second, “then I could use that excuse when you’re raging at Block Tales.”

“Okay no– that’s different– Calypso does dog shit nothing in the Demo 4 boss fight–”

“Riiiiiiiight.”

You scoff, shutting your laptop and putting both you and Rin’s devices on charge. You signal to him to get up, offering your hand. “C’mon, let’s go calm down and drink root beer.”

“You drank all of it.”

“Dammit.”

~~

The next day, you and Rin decide to go shit on the previously peak game now turned into a shitty cash grab– Weird Strict Dad. Instead of raging at the insane amount of bugs, glitches and overall dookie gameplay, Rin’s welcomed with yet another lovely message from Roblox:

You have been banned for 10 days.

Username: betterbrother_Rin

Reason: Inappropriate use of voice chat on multiple occasions, swearing, bullying.

If you think we have made a mistake, appeal here.

-Kind Regards,

Roblox Management Team

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME.”

“I TOLD YOU TO BE CAREFUL WITH THAT DAMN TONGUE OF YOURS ITOSHI RIN.”

jumpscare

[simplyafountainpen]

Flying The Nest

{𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼}: Son!Reader x Sebastian Michaelis

{𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷}: After the anomaly that is a Demon Child spawns before The Crow Demon, it takes it upon itself to raise it up in a most demonic manner, but not all chicks readily leave the nest.

{𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼}: Fluff, crack/silly fic, small amount of angst, (Y/n) is not Sebastian’s biological son, Sebastian & (Y/N) are referred to as Crow Demons and he and (Y/N) are referred to with it/its pronouns for a while

{𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽}: ❝a requests of black butler....(i LOVE platonic fics, and I can just think about it) like, Sebastian's son? the (male) reader don't need to be too young, but i think would be funny Sebastian trying to teach his son how to be a good butler, and reader been just a little messy demon. My English is not good, I'm sorry... i love your writing, please, bite my cheek (yes)❤❞ - izlittlebu (@sweetplantbro)

Demon children were not things most accounted for. You see, Demons are beings born from the woes and suffering of humanity, culminations of their despair and guilt. Of their sadism and pride. Of lust and greed and gluttony and envy and wrath and sloth. Of the impure. Demons are born full grown with a place in the hierarchy, a knowledge for what they must do with their eternal-unless-killed lives, and an endless and incurable hunger for souls.

So when a certain Crow Demon was met the squawking of a child, same as it in species - both being crows - and form, it panicked.

Demons were not meant to raise children unless asked by a future human Master or Mistress! Caring for one of their own with little to no gain is unheard of! There would be no point in keeping this anomaly that would only weigh this Crow Demon down, and so, initially, it flew off without a second though, leaving the newborn alone in the depths of hell.

But then, the crying. That damned crying. Thousands of crow chicks crying out in fear. A noise so loud it echoed through the endless caverns and catacombs of hell, alerting every being in these depths of the anomalous, pathetic child in their wake. And so, in a moment of both self preservation and recklessness, the elder Crow Demon swooped down and shoved it’s feathered mass into the younger, shutting it up.

The many eyes that crowded the Crow’s eldritch form stared into the matching many of the child that stared back.

With a reluctant huff, the young Demon chick was lifted from the ground in the arms of the elder Demon Crow, both taking off into the flame littered skies of the damned world of hell.

This would be the mark of a new relationship.

·:¨༺ ♱✮¨:·ᨐฅ ᨐᵐᵉᵒʷ·:¨✮♱ ༻¨:·˚─── ⋆⋅⛥⋅⋆ ──

Years flew by faster than either of you could care for. Centuries of staying side by side had ignited a relationship between you and your elder, one akin to those of a Father and son, you both found.

And as such, you became a packaged deal. Summon your Father, and they get you as well. A younger, but still devilishly handsome boy, with those same piercing red eyes as your Father. His pact mark became intertwined with what would be yours, ensuring that the two of you would be together till time itself ended.

The only issue in the whole situation was that you were… a bit clumsy, to put it mildly. Where your Father was amazing at everything he did, more often then not - if it was not just preforming or entertaining - you’d find some way to mess everything up.

Bring the Master some tea? You'll end up drenched with a shattered tea set. Bring the Master food? Your hair was set on fire instead with a somehow raw-on-the-outside yet cooked-on-the-inside meal. Clean the halls? The ceiling is covered in soap and bubbles, the floor is covered in dirt and grime.

It was almost impressive with how well you managed to screw up nearly every task you were given, considering that those who summoned you and Father automatically assumed you were - in fact - related by blood. You both were unearthly beautiful with your piercing red eyes, and your Demon forms were scarily close in size and shape, even down to the hooker boots.

At the very least, whenever you messed up, they'd get to see your Father clean up the mess in a most graceful way.

You were never upset at the situation, in fact you nearly found it funny. Something Father never understood, you would come to realize. Unlike his sense of hilarity, you could let nearly any imperfection roll off your back like rain on a petal, never truly taking any punishment to heart. You'd take the advice, try again, fail, then get back up and keep trying.

Father also didn't seem to worried, always taking time out of his nights - seeing as both of you rarely slept - to train you. Over time it would get better, less spillage and messes and more elegant triumphs much like him.

But if there was something you could do that Father had little experience in, that was entertain. Your memory was impeccable, of course, and that made you a beautiful storyteller, even if you did embellish the truth quite a bit, but isn't that something humans do all the time?

You'd preform tricks for you Master and their guests, flips, games and otherwise while Father took care of literally anything and everything else. If everything, you could be described as the distraction to his action. The calm before Father's storm. You were the warning signs and flashing lights while Father was the danger that inevitably followed.

And this was life. This was the routine from the moment you truly gained consciousness and would most likely be until the day reality ceased.

·:¨༺ ♱✮¨:·ᨐฅ ᨐᵐᵉᵒʷ·:¨✮♱ ༻¨:·˚─── ⋆⋅⛥⋅⋆ ──

"Are you ready?" It was just passed midnight, all residents of the manor you and Father had currently been serving at had been put to rest, so it was time for your 'nightly training'.

You walked with your Father towards the front door, exiting the large dwelling and pressing onwards to a nearby forest. Neither of you needed to bring anything, the space you'd both be using having been set up for ages by this point. No candles were needed as you both trekked to said forest, and within moments of entering the dark space, your brisk paces became long strides, not a single branch snagging on either of your outfits. Both of you glided through the leaves, looking more like afterimages than 'human beings'. Small animals scurried off when you both rushed by, leaves whipping wildly due to the speed you each were traveling at. Finally, the meeting spot - that which was a clearing filled with old furniture and tea sets and cleaning supplies - was in sight and you both slowed back to a nice walking pace, calmly waltzing into the clearing.

"We'll start simple for the night. Dusting isn't something you have much issue with - anymore anyway - but we should always brush up on our skills, shouldn't we?" Father's voice was much less uptight then it was in front of your Master, more lax but still with that undertone of something sinister, though you knew it wasn't pointed at you. A twitch of his finger was all it took for you to rush off to the small collection of cleaning supplies you kept out here, all pristine and cleanly, no matter how long they went without use. The feather duster you picked up was the best of it's kind, naturally, so picking up dust was nothing more than a breeze. Or so it should have been.

The dust of the shelves chosen was kicked up rather than swept up, making it fly all around you and Father instead of gathering to be swept up later. You sheepishly grinned as the duster in your hands continued to fly wildly around in the air, desperate to collect even a bit of dust. Father simply sighed, walked over, and cleaned up the mess within seconds leaving you still a bit dusty and the shelves and Father perfectly clean.

"What happened?" He asked gently and you looked down, chuckling and shrugging your shoulders. A hand went up to the back of your neck, rubbing and massaging the muscles as you stretched and popped your joints.

"Not sure, just got a bit too excited? I guess?" Your tone was sheepish, grin turning to a half-smirk, eyes drooping slightly. You Father also softened his smile, chuckling into a sigh as he pet your head, ruffling your hair.

"Well then, I suppose we'll have to wear down that excitement, won't we?" You were used to seeing this uncharacteristic softness from Father, the less tense smiles and looser body language, the encouragement and even the offerings of help without needing anything in return. Your smiled broadened as Father brought you in for a quick side hug, the hug itself being brief, but more than enough to get the message of affection across.

The feather duster was laid down on a nearby table, the two of you taking a seat in a mismatched pair of chairs. Father stared at you while you took a deep breath, held it, and let it out. His larger hands grasped yours, leaning towards you with that small smile on his face. You looked towards him with a smile of your own. With a nod, you both took a deep breath and held it - longer than you had before - and let it out, relaxing your bodies. You did this a couple times, over and over, breathing and calming your excitement to be here with your Father, spending time with him alone, without humans to interrupt. You grew giddy at the thought, only to feel a palm press against your head and one of your own to drop back into your lap. Father looked at you with a knowing gaze and you laughed, settling back down to keep breathing.

"We Demons," Father began, "must stay calm and collected throughout the day and night to complete our duties to utmost perfection. Not a mistake shall be allowed so that when we reap our reward, it will be as sweet as the nectar that led humans to this path of destruction and selfish desire. You understand, don't you?" You nodded at his words, shuffling in your seat, now very eager to get up and move again Sitting still was never your strong suit. Father watched as you jittered in your seat, smiling at you.

It was sudden, when he stood and pulled you by the one hand he was still holding into an embrace, wrapping his arms around you. Usually he gave you nothing but short head pats or the occasional side hug, like earlier. But to be fully embraced fully like this was such a rarity that you genuinely couldn't remember the last time he had given one like this. You stared into the fabric of his waistcoat, hesitantly returning the hug, to which he then squeezed you for.

You both stood there in silence for a moment, your head in his chest and his on your own head. The sounds of the forest overtook the moment, the distant call of night birds and deer playing created a symphony around you. The wind even seemed to blow slightly, pushing you both closer together.

"Perhaps... you were not made for all this cleaning and such." Your eyes immediately went to Father's, shock written visibly across your features. Before you could refute, Father placed a finger to your lips.

"You enjoy the performances you do for our Masters, correct?" You hesitated, but nodded. "And you much prefer these performances over cleaning and cooking, correct?" again, you nodded. Sebastian hummed, looking to the sky for a bit, before nodding to himself and looking down at you, who now had a confused pout on your face as you rested in his arms. "Then I have an idea. We've been going about this all wrong. Grab the feather duster, please?" He let you go, arms falling to his sides. Instead of moving, you squeezed him a bit tighter, then let go a moment later to retrieve the cleaning item.

"Now, instead of cleaning for me, preform. Don't focus on cleaning, but with devilish charm, instead focus on making it a performance, cleaning second." You stood still for a second, staring at him from your place in front of a lightly dusty table. It took you a minute to really let the words sink in, turning back to the shelves, lost in thought. Father let you have the time to really take the words in, the feather duster in you hand raising and lowering in hesitance. Eventually, you raised the duster and held it the air.

Don't focus on the cleaning, focus on the performance..?

Your mind began to spin a song, swift and graceful. The music that echoed in your head soon swam around in your mind, your body beginning to sway with it, hand going up to the table with the feather duster ghosting over the surface gently, less in a cleaning motion and more in a way that portrayed it. You swiftly made your way across the entirety of table, eyes closed as you drifted aimlessly.

Instead of applause or praise, you instead 'awoke' to the sound of Father coughing. Your eyes opened and found Father holding a fist to his mouth, waving a hand through the thick cloud of dust that surrounded you both. Your eyes squinted as you waved the duster around in a frenzy to clear away the dust, instead pushing it around even more.

“Don’t - ahem - don’t bother. Let’s just leave this place for a moment.” Father spoke softly. You nodded, not feeling it in you to talk. The feather duster was gently placed on a different table, the both of you rushing from the scene and resting on the branches of a nearby tree. You were downcast, eyes level with the floor, not bothering to look up at Father who you were more than sure was upset with you.

“Now now, don’t look like that.” You tensed, feeling him land beside you from his higher perch. A hand rested on your shoulder, your eyes looking up and catching his.

“It seems we’ll simply have to work a bit harder-“ “We’ve been working for years by thing point Father!” You interrupted, something you’d never usually do. Tears nearly made themselves apparent in your eyes but you wiped them away before they could even form, looking back towards the ground. “We’ve been at this for years and I’ve barely improved. I just don’t get why. I want to improve! And I definitely try to, but I just don’t. I just can’t and I don’t know why.” Your lip trembled as your voice cracked and broke. You were tired of this, of this trying to be better at something you clearly weren’t. You hadn’t looked back up at Father out of shame, thinking you’d definitely see his disappointment.

Instead, a hand gently placed itself on your cheek, tilting your head upwards to meet Father’s gaze. His eyes were soft, uncharacteristically so, and held rarely seen compassion and care. He thumbed your cheek, holding you there, then leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours.

“I’m not disappointed. I’m not angry. This is a learning process for the both of us. I’ve never been a father before and it I know shows. We will figure this out together, alright little one? This is nothing to cry over, Demons don’t cry, after all.” You sighed, nodded, and scooted closer to the elder, who welcomed you. You shared the third hug - a new record - of the night, squeezing him as tight as possible. He returned the force with everything he had.

“This is a learning process for the two of us. We will get through this, understood?” You chuckled at the question, nodding into Father’s shirt.

“I do. I understand.” He nodded, trademark smile on his face. Father’s red eyes met your own, the two of you grinning together.

“Then let’s keep learning. Keep moving forward. Till time itself gives up and humans fall.” Your grin grew at his words.

“Together till the end!” You cheered, arms swinging upward, only to hit the branch above you both and send you tumbling to the ground, you falling on your face and Father landing on his feet. He chuckled at your misfortune and you growled.

There was still plenty time to grow.

{𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼}: I am so very sorry this took so long to get out. I had a few things happen in life in quick succession and Wuthering Waves took control of my free time. I still hope that you enjoy, even if this is shorter than I had hoped it to be.

-🖋️

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[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Scribblenaut

Debut: Scribblenauts

Scribblenauts is a game about everything! Everything's in there! Well, a lot of things are. They don't have Earthworm! What's the deal with that? Trying to summon an Earthworm will spawn a Tapeworm instead. I know it's a lot of work to add so many assets to a game, but I would really expect Earthworm to be added before Tapeworm, you know? It's a much more beloved worm. But I'm not complaining, just musing! Most games don't even get one tapeworm. I don't even get one tapeworm. Some people get all the luck!

It's very possible that you could have played Scribblenauts before, yet have never seen this character. And yet, this is The Scribblenaut! Is this who this is all about? No, it's not. But once upon a time, it would have been!

The Scribblenaut, as we know it, is a design that was originally worked on with the intention of being the game's protagonist. The Scribblenaut would have traveled across planets, helping their inhabitants, hence the name! This kind of roboty astroguy is a very Me design, so of course I would have been just fine if it ended up being the hero! However, the game's concept shifted, and with it so did the design. Any semblance of a story was removed, and you know what they say! "All's well that macks well"!

They say this because now Maxwell was the protagonist! While I love Scribblenaut, Maxwell is a really great design, and a great main character. Human and relatable, though with a rather eccentric outfit, and an iconic little smirk. This kid has the ability to do anything, you'd better believe he'd at least be MILDLY cheeky while doing so!

And that was the end of Scribblenaut (character)'s story, over before it ever actually began. Like it was absorbed by a twin in the womb. But this was only the beginning of its implications!

This here wispy-doodle is called monstermagic! It's formatted in game with an @ in front, but I don't want to ping some random blog that has not posted since 2014. (On that note, 2014 is closer to this blog's creation than the date of this post's publishing is!) Monstermagic comes from the monstergun, and these things have weirdly formatted names because they are not meant to be used by the player, who cannot type @ signs using the in-game keyboard. With some sufficient sneakery, though, the player can spawn these objects, including monstermagic, which transforms a human into a random monster on contact!

Why is this relevant? Because Scribblenaut is one of the possible monsters! This is no mere human in a suit, this is a CREATURE, some kind of alien or robot or who knows what. That's awesome! The one downside of the design was the implication that there might be a boring old human in that suit, but we know that is NOT the case! It's even in the "Mythical Creatures" avatar pack in Scribblenauts Remix, alongside other creatures, such as Mime.

Despite this, there is still the implication that one can Become a Scribblenaut. The 100% completion reward in the first game is the Scribblenaut as an avatar, as if Maxwell finally attained this elusive rank! Though, it seems like over time, this concept faded away, and "Scribblenaut" took on a less formal definition, with Maxwell's entire family being referred to as Scribblenauts. Perhaps the real Scribblenauts were the random kids who stole our identities and relegated us to mere cameos along the way...!

[dekariosclan]

Imagine a scene from Bhaal’s perspective, sometime towards the end of Act II. Where Bhaal knows Scleritas has located the Dark Urge, they’re together, and they’re traveling towards Baldur’s Gate.

And Bhaal is giddy/triumphant because his favored spawn is making his way back to him, and will soon rejoin the plot to massacre Faerun via the Absolute. He just can’t help but summon Myrkul and Bane, because he wants to gloat.

“BEHOLD MY GLORIOUS SON, WHOSE VEINS COURSE WITH MY UNHOLY BLOOD!” he cries gleefully. “LET US SEE WHAT HORRORS HE HAS WROUGHT UPON FAERUN AS HE MAKES HIS WAY TO MY TEMPLE, AND RECLAIMS HIS RIGHTFUL TITLE AS SLAYER!”

Then he conjures a projection to show all of the Dark Urge’s actions since escaping the Nautiloid, certain it’s going to be a bloodbath…and instead it’s just [montage of Durge and Gale holding hands, flirting, smooching, gazing lovingly at each other, more smooching, Durge plucking a wildflower and tucking it behind Gale’s ear, still more smooching, smooching with tongue, hugging, Durge playing with Gale’s hair, Gale playfully pinching Durge’s cheeks, smooching & moaning, and finally the full-on Astral sex scene]

And we get to watch as Bhaal takes 800,000 points of psychic damage

[onlyancunin]

Just thought of something, let me know if that makes sense -

I was just reading another "Tav is not a spawn to Ascended Astarion because he calls them consort" type of argument and something struck me.

I remember reading somewhere before that Astarion insists on not using the name "spawn" and use "consort" instead much like Cazador avoided the "s-word" and used "family" instead.

Because.

Of course he would call his spawns his lovers. Of course he wants a harem of consorts, he thinks his only talent is sex. As ascended he never really got to the other side of thinking about himself, he never left the form his trauma molded him into, this hypersexual, emotionally avoidant (teasing and alluring) type of seducer. He never let go of the notion that his only value is his body and what it can provide in terms of sexual services.

I also think of the way ascended Astarion is dumbfounded when realizing he doesn't have all those powers Cazador was supposed to have. Perhaps those will come with time, but I think there's a real possibility that Cazador never had/was supposed to have them to begin with. He just lied to his "family" to keep them in check, to add another layer of control over the very real physical control he already had over them.

It has been brought to my attention by @starryjuicebox in the comments that ascended Astarion DOES in fact get his powers. He can summon ghouls and wolves in the final battle.

But all Cazador ever did to his spawns at the height of his cruelty were things a mere human could do: bury someone alive, starve them, imprison them, isolate them, brainwash them. None of those are mythical and exclusive to powerful vampires.

What breaks my heart even more for Tav-spawn is that they'll never be The One. They'll only be the first. The first one, much like Astarion was one of Cazador's first. Cazador's very first is not even in the game to be found or mentioned anymore. Perhaps they got away, but more likely they became a liability, as they saw Cazador's vulnerable beginnings and became a threat to the "all-powerful influential vampire" myth he was weaving around himself.

Tav is just the beginning. They're just a test drive. A trampoline for ascended Astarion to help him learn manipulating his future consorts and pitting them against one another. Pull them just right and push away at the perfect time. Just enough to give them a taste and leave them wishing for more.

And seeing how many fans of ascended Astarion there are in real life, it's already working. His harem is in the making.

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[onejellyfishplease]

So I have a few questions for the minecraft bois. (Btw, I freaking LOVE your artstyle, I'm just hyperfocused on minecraft because I've been in a crafty mood)

How does Raph react to Screechers? I mean, you say he doesn't have as strong a connection to the Sculk, but it's still there right?

Have the boys ever found a way to satisfy Donnie's need to be submerged (i.e. giving him a fire res potion so he can take a lava bath)

Why does Leo love Chorus fruit so much, and more importantly, will he ever be able to go to The End to gather some for himself?

How do the boys interact with their home environments? (Like, how does Donnie feel about Shulkers, does Mikey enjoy cooking using Nether materials, etc.)

Sorry if this is a LOT but ohnigosh I adore these boys and their silly little designs

I may have gone a little crazy whilst answering lol

With Raph and the screechers, They dont summon him, no matter how much they go off. Though if hes close enough to them then he'll get an uneasy 'feeling' (though it was random for a while, and had no clue why it was happening)

None of the Boys or April are good enough at enchantments and potions to start creating their own (yet), So making it from scratch is off of the table. (Theyve also been banned from attempting after April blew the side off of a mountain)

Instead, Donnie sometimes searches the old tomes in the End Cities. Though most of the books are unreadable now, the rare few are still ledgible. Maybe one will be able to give him immunity to water.

Leo got hooked on Chorus fruit once Donnie started visiting the End and brought some back with him. Its his favourite fruit hands down. And he always has a blast teleporting around. (hes eaten it enough that he can almost control where he goes but its really unreliable)

Also he thinks it's hilarious that sometimes when he tps an Endermite will spawn and Donnie will just go absolutely batshit trying to kill it. Peak Comedy.

Leo would do anything to get his hands on the fruit. Which gives Donnie a massive bargaining chip, which he flaunts a lot.

Until April finds the End Portal, Leos gotta rely on Donnie for his Chorus Fruit supply.

Donnie was pretty uninterested in Shulkers. They didnt really do anything (at least to him) after all. Though once he found out what he could use their shells for??? Their population took a nosedive.

And Mikey absolutely cooks with Nether materials! they're his favourite! especially the mushrooms. And with four hands, he can do so much more cooking!!!

[unnatural-happenings]

The Distorted Heart of Gotham City

My Persona drafts are all over the place… so let's add one more!

Fandoms: Batfam x Persona 5 — Reader-Insert

Prominent Characters: The Phantom Thieves, Red Hood, and Robin

Notes: Reader uses They/Them, no use of Y/N, Reader is a member of the Phantom Thieves, Persona 5 Royal spoilers (technically takes place during 3rd semester), Joker goes by Ren Amamiya, This is also technically a double isekai (Reader to Persona then Reader+Thieves to DC), when the font is italicized they're speaking in English

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All you wanted to do was save the thieves some time. Knowing that going into the Science Centre would lead to a dead end that required Mementos intervention, you figured skipping straight to Mementos was a good idea. You had to explore it anyway, so it'd save you all the back and forth!

If you had known the floor would cave in and send you all into Gotham's underbelly, then you would've rather run the marathon instead.

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"Joker!"

"Stop calling him that—Fuck!"

More shadows appear from the ground as soon as that name was uttered. A flood of them poor out from beneath you, knocking you off balance and flinging you into the ferris wheel's car. The thieves cry out your code name, but they're drowned out by the cacophony of cackling emitted by each shadow. You struggle to get to your feet as multiple close in on you. The grins they adorn stretch from ear to ear, making their howling force you to stare into the endless abyss behind their teeth. You can barely get your thoughts together before the one directly in front of you is blasted away by a force of light.

"Ella!"

Violet bounds towards you with grace, flipping over shadows with the help of her rapier and summoning her persona. She wastes no time rushing to you to help you to your feet as Ella slams her leg into the invading shadows. Her steel boots piercing through each of their heads and turning them all to dust. Ella turns to you and bows before vanishing back into Violets heart, but it's not long before more of these abominations are crawling out of the floors and walls.

Seeing the injuries she's currently sustained, you summon your own persona to heal her and cast shields on the entire party. She thanks you mindlessly as her eyes sporadically roam over your body, "Are you okay?"

Of course she's more concerned for you than her own injuries. You get your persona to heal yourself too before they vanish, awaiting another command, "As good as I can be."

Bringing both of your attention back to the fight at hand, you see the rest of the thieves trying to thin the horde, but with more continuously spawning it's a futile endeavor.

Violet gets her persona to throw bless attacks to back the shadows further away, "Any ideas?"

You're eyes flitter across all mass of attacking clowns to take stock of your teammates positions. Oracle is hovering high above the fight providing support where she can, Skull and Panther are fighting back to back a little ahead of you by the roller coasters support beams, to your left Fox is trying his best to freeze the encroaching enemies, with Noir blasting the ones that slip past and gunning down those that get to close with Lucy. Then to your right you notice Joker, Queen, and Crow trying to create an open area on the field and you realize what they're trying to accomplish.

"Yeah," You're eyes scan the battlefield until you finally spot Mona jumping around on heads with Diego, "Run away. This mob is never going to end, so we need to make room for Mona to transform and get us the hell out of here. We need to reach our leader."

"On it."

Violet instantly has Ella by her side again, commanding her to use Brave Step. You both tear through the enemy line, collecting your friends from their fronts and making your way over to the other three. Joker and Queen are happy that everyone's here to help out, but Crow can't be grateful without some snarky remark.

"You all took your sweet time."

"Sorry I got thrown into a ferris wheel!"

"Pay more attention and it wouldn't have happened!"

With everyone finally grouped back together, you're able to create an effective enough wall to keep the shadows away from Mona, allowing him the freedom to transform into his van form. Everyone rushes inside, with Queen taking the wheel, Joker taking shotgun, Panther, Fox, and Noir taking the middle seats, and you, Crow and Violet taking one of the back seats with Skull and Oracle sitting across from you.

Though before Queen can drive off, the shadows encircle Mona and start banging on the hood of the van. There isn't anywhere that they don't cling to, making it a near impossibility to move forward. Noir tries to open the window to throw a grenade, but they nick her cheek and try to crawl inside. Fox kicks it back out the window, giving Noir the opportunity to throw throw the grenade and disperse the enemies to the side of the van.

Using Noir's explosion as a distraction, Joker gets out of Mona and climbs onto the roof of the van, to everyone's shock and confusion.

"What the hell is he doing!?"

"Don't look at me! Why would I know what the hell's going through his mind?"

As he stands there and looks over the endless wave of what he could only consider to be rotting clowns, he utters three words with all the poise and confidence he's gained over the year.

"Die for me."

Teddy bears start crawling out from underneath Mona and swarming the mob of shadows surrounding him. They bite into their legs, latch onto their faces, and scream with glee as they eviscerate everything in their path.

When the side door is finally free of shadows, Joker was quick to open it and swing in from the top. Once he was seated, Queen slammed her foot on the gas, taking off and running over any of the shadows far enough away to not get hit by the flying teddy bears.

Once you manage to get far away, enough so that you have to strain your ears to hear the shrill laughter from far behind you, do some of you finally release the tension you were holding. None of you fully relax, how could anyone when the city itself wants to set you ablaze and see you thrown to the dogs.

You were all keenly aware, that this Mementos didn't want you there. That was made clear almost the very moment you were thrown in here without any say.

It reacted as soon as you touched the floor, it rippled outwards as if trying to get away from you, willing to break itself to do so. Eyes started forming on buildings, and the few that were already littered around from the park decorations followed your every move. It wasn't long after that when someone had said Joker's code name, only wanting his opinion on their next steps when shadows began to crowd around you.

This city was alive, and it was watching. Waiting for a chance to remove you from itself entirely.

Skull sinks into the chair, his knees bumping into yours as he nearly slides off the seat in front of you, "Jok—"

You kick his foot before he could finish, causing him to yelp in surprise

"What was that for!?"

"What have I been saying? Don't call him that!"

"What am I supposed to call him then!"

"I don't know, Wild? Zero? Fool? Hell even just leader! Really anything but that!"

Violet cuts in before you can get off track from the main issue, "Uhm, why is saying his name a problem exactly? I assume this was never an issue before."

Oracle responds to her first, looking over the scans she got during the fight, "Any time someone said his name, everything went totally haywire. It's almost like they got rage boosted without any of the side affects and it multiplied each time."

You groan upon hearing that and lean onto Crow's shoulder, "Yeah, that's sounds about right. I hate the clowns here."

Crow gives you a side eye, but doesn't move to push you off or even uncross his arms, "You said you had an idea of our current location when we landed, so spill. Where are we, and what does it have to do with his code name?"

You don't want to think about it, the thought of having travelled through universes against your will again irritates you. Though, given the fact you all landed in a rundown amusement park where the walls are covered in laughing graffiti, and you were overrun by shadows dressed in bizzare purple and green clothes while laughing their asses off—Yeah there was no denying it.

"I think we're in DC—Gotham to be more specific. It's a fictional city made for DC Comics in my original universe."

You can feel Crow tense underneath you and the irritation coming off him in waves. The conversation going on at the front of the van ceases as Panther drapes herself over the back of her seat, "Wait—you're not serious right?"

Skull slumps further in his chair again, "Please say sike right now."

"Believe me I wish I was lying."

You then tell them everything you could remember about DC, which frankly wasn't much. You don't even know what continuity you've fallen into, so there's a lot of information that potentially doesn't matter. Not that you're able to remember enough of any story line to separate what happened where. The others grow more despondent and irritated when you get to Gotham in particular. It's bad enough to have somehow fallen into another universe and have to find a way back, but even worse when you know the city is regarded as "one of the worst fictional cities in media".

You're in the middle of explaining Bruce Wayne and his gaggle of kids when a thought comes across your mind, "Maybe if we could find Batman—"

You don't get to finish voicing it though, since the instant you said his name, the world around you went silent. The buzzing of the neon lights ceased and the few shadows lurking around the corners vanished. Not even the wind continued to blow. The oppressive atmosphere of this Mementos was lifted, but the quiet that followed wasn't comforting in the slightest.

Queen stops the van and all of you tensed up, expecting something to jump out at you at a moments notice. A shadow, maybe even a palace ruler. You don't think you'd even be surprised if it was Batman himself to rush at you from the darkness—coming at you like a demon just from calling his name. From what you could remember, that's how the citizens and criminals alike viewed him in Gotham. But nothing happened.

After a few minutes of sitting in anticipation, the atmosphere slowly shifts back to how it was before. With the threat of the Bat dying down, it goes back to viewing you as public enemy number one. If anything, the oppressiveness of the city has only doubled, as if it was offended you had the gal to warn them about a threat that wasn't actually there.

Oracle uncurls herself to check the readings of the surrounding area, "Note to self, don't say his name either. That seemed to make the shadows around here act up."

Noir rests her launcher in her lap, not letting go incase a shadow still jumps out at them, "Is this the same as saying our leader's name, or something different?"

"Like we activated hardcore mode. Unless we want to grind boss level enemies I think we should get out of here stat."

"Brilliant." Queen starts driving again then calls out you name to catch your attention, "Do you know the safest the safest place to exit the Metaverse?"

"Not many places are safe in Gotham, if any at all. We might just have to pick a spot and pray." You look through the window and grimace when you see nearly every alley filled to the brim with different types of shadows, "Though I recommend leaving this area first, unless you want to appear next to a mugger."

Fox stares out the window, trying to capture the scene of the city, "With this world's Mementos actively more depraved than ours, I wonder the depth of this cities turpitude."

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You ended up exiting on top of some abandoned warehouse overlooking the waterside. It had the least amount of shadows in the area, and considering there was enough criminals in this place to actually have tangible effects on Mementos, Goro thought it would be relatively safe.

The feel of exiting the Metaverse is completely different here. Almost as if you're walking out of a wall of sludge, each limb heavy and barely able to move until you finally breach the surface. A few shiver at the feeling, and you see Morgana shaking around wildly. It also doesn't help that the air is still slightly chilly, but now that you're out of the Metaverse you're all equipped in your winter clothes. Despite the unideal conditions, no one speaks up to voice their complaints. It would be unwise to without making sure there isn't some underground deal going on around somewhere. Everyone splits in pairs to cover the roof and to overlook the surroundings, while Morgana takes the stairs down to see if there's anyone in the warehouse.

You slowly slide over to the edge of the building with Ann, avoiding stepping on any metal objects, broken glass, and generally just trying to leave as little of a mark as possible. Near the edge is the doorway to the stairs, and past that are air vents protruding from the wall and floor. This side of the roof is a complete mess of paper waste, plastic bags, and broken bottles, but there's at least no people here. Looking over the edge towards the city, it's hard to see much beyond the highway besides a few rooftops of taller buildings. To the right you can just see the top of a ferries wheel, it's clearly rotted and no doubt doesn't function—at least well—but now you know where you started.

"You see anything Ann?"

Her pigtails sway as she shakes her head, "Not really," she sounds disappointed as she walks over to you from where she was looking over the edge, "There's a park underneath the highway, and it looks pretty empty. It's in the direction of that creepy amusement park though, so I don't think going there's a good idea."

Her eyes suddenly dart to look behind you and she freezes. Her entire stance tenses as her eyes never looking away from whatever caught her attention, making you look back yourself and flinch.

Red Hood stands barely a meter away. His hands half-shoved into his pockets, with his dual pistols visibly holstered. Of course you run into a member of the Bat Family as soon as the opportunity presents itself, and of course he's one the the more violent of the bunch. If you didn't know any better you'd think the real city was still trying to evict you.

"Evening. Mind if I ask why a group of kids are hangin' around this empty building at the dead of night?"

The helmet distorts his voice so it sounds more mechanical, throwing you for a loop and unable to understand what he said before your brain catches up.

He's speaking in English.

You're almost embarrassed that you couldn't recognize it, but you'll blame that on speaking only in Japanese for more than a year and the awful audio distortion he has going on.

"We're just spending time together. When did hanging out become illegal?"

"Okay, better question," He leans towards you slightly, and you get the feeling he's glaring beneath that mask of his, "How'd you get on this roof in the first place?"

Ann steps in this time with an overly enthusiastic voice, "We uhh… took the stairs! How else would we have got up here?"

Of all the times you wished she could pull the miracle acting that she showed during Sae's Palace out of her ass, now is definitely one of those times… Not that it would help much since Red Hood is one of the best detectives in the world, but you might be able to survive the encounter.

He takes a step back to lean against the wall behind him and crosses his arms over his chest. It gives you both more room to breath, but despite his lax stance you know you wouldn't get anywhere if you tried to run.

Hood cocks his head to the side, humming before responding to Ann's earlier evasion, "Try again."

You and Ann share a glance, lost on what either of you should say. You're not about to tell him that you landed here from a different universe, drove your cat from the amusement park to here in a different reality, and used an app on your phones to switch to the normal world. Though you don't think he's going to leave you alone until he gets a more truthful answer.

Then he looks over to his right and holds his arm out as if beckoning someone closer, "If any of you can provide answers too, I'm all ears. It's not every day people appear out of thin air on deserted property."

You and Ann follow his line of sight to see Ren and Goro standing a few meters away. Both looking completely unaffected by his presence, with Ren acting completely laid back and Goro falling back into his prince persona. You assume the rest are close by and just out of sight.

Goro smiles, and speaks in a tone as light as air, perfectly tailored to be as inviting as possible, "We're just a little lost, and don't have the internet to check maps on our phones. We hoped coming to the roof would give us a better view to find something we'd remember"

He has a slight accent when he speaks, enough to make Red Hood's head tilt, but he still manages to capture enough charm that it shouldn't matter. It still unsettles you how easily he's able to slip back into this performance like a second skin, and how equally good Ren has gotten at acting indifferent to everything around him. Though as good as they are, Red Hood is still a world class detective.

It's a stare down for a while, and you're not entirely sure what to do about it. Red Hood only said "Is that so?" in reply to Goro's statement, before leaning against the wall and doing nothing. None of you know what you should do in this situation. Ann is about to say something despite the silent protests from everyone when the door suddenly swings open.

"Guys! One of the people we have to watch out for is in the building! He snuck up on me and tried to pick me up while—"

It's Morgana that busts through the door behind Red Hood, speaking irritably about something that happened while he was scouting, before coming to a full stop when he sees you're not alone up here.

"This your cat?"

Red Hood kneels to the floor with an outstretched arm, but Morgana only pins his ears against his head and backs away, jumping onto Ren's shoulder with a hiss.

"Pretty smart for one." He comes to his full height again, forgoing leaning against the wall to stand there with his hands in his pockets, "How'd you train him to do scouting missions for you?"

That makes all of you and Ann hesitate, and Morgana nearly pierces Ren's skin with how tightly he's holding onto him, but Goro doesn't falter. He rapidly blinks his eyes a few times before responding in the same tone he used earlier.

"Pardon me?"

That's when someone else walks through the door. His shorter stature and permanent scowl instantly recognizable as the Bat's latest—and most likely last Robin.

It's just your luck to get both of the incredibly violent ones on your ass isn't it?

His eyes lock onto Morgana and takes in his stance before directing his attention to Ren, "What training did your cat require to become as skilled as he is? I watched him open closed doors, lock picking one of them, and survey each room with intimate knowledge of stealth above that of a basic cats instincts."

Morgana face falls the longer Robin goes on, and Ren has to keep him still so he doesn't fall off or pounce on the kid. He struggles to come up with a reply though, as he's had much less use for memorizing much English outside of exams.

"… He's different?"

You let out a sigh and fight the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose, "This has gotten ridiculous."

Ann's in a very similar position to you, "Tell me about it."

It seems Robin heard your complaining, and snaps his head in your direction to retort in perfect Japanese, "If any of you could stop lying and evading our questions then we wouldn't still be here."

You're not surprised he can speak the language so fluently, with barely any hint of an accent as well, but his attitude is annoying.

Red Hood sighs, muttering under his breath about not taking the time to learn Japanese then addressing Robin, "Just tell me what they said afterwards."

There's no point in trying to avoid answering them any longer. If they're together, then who knows if the others are nearby. It wouldn't be hard for them to share information either if their own Oracle is currently on duty.

There goes any potential plan to lay low.

"You wouldn't believe us even if we told you."

Robin scoffs, thoroughly offended in the lack of faith but still tampering his anger, "We'll be the judge of that."

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All anyone really wanted to divulge was that you were from another universe. Having the Bats help you get back was one of the best things you could hope for while in Gotham. Red Hood and Robin didn't exactly believe you though. They didn't not believe you, but they needed a little more evidence or to do their own investigation. You didn't want to give all of them your entire hand, but them going to the Bat and put you under surveillance wasn't ideal, so you silently agreed to bring them to the Metaverse. Doing it this way you could tell these two more info without it immediately going to anyone else in their coms.

Explaining the Metaverse was a more… difficult matter. With this being a different universe there's a lot of "at least, that's how it worked in our world" and firmly reiterating there's certain names they can't say, but it obvious you've caught their interest. Especially Red Hood's.

"Tell you what. We won't tell B-Man about this or how all of this works. In return," Red Hood's voice lowers and octave, his next words coming out in a growl, "We're using this to take down the clown."

To be honest, you want nothing to do with this universes Joker. In his head or not, you're convinced you're not leaving without adding more trauma if you even look in his general direction.

"There's no way we'd be able to keep this a secret from Sir. Vengeance."

"You're right," He's quick to agree, but doesn't change his stance, "That don't mean we gotta tell him what we're doing."

"He's gonna flip his lid."

"Who cares. He's always got a stick up his ass."

"We don't want any trouble with him."

"I won't let him give you shit."

You sigh and turn to the rest of your team, "The clown's a maniac. He's probably committed every crime under the sun, excluding becoming a Nazi 'cause that's where his line is apparently. The world would be better if he changed, but… you've seen what Gotham thinks of that man's crew, you can imagine how much worse his palace would be." You look away, lost, "He's scum, and I don't really want to be close enough to even look at him, but if you want to, I stand by you no matter what."

The rest of the thieves all think it over before turning to Joker. Not wanting to make a hasty decision, he gestures to Robin for his opinion.

He shrugs his shoulders and replies with an almost bored tone, "I'm willing to go along with this plan. If what you say is true it's one pest forever off the streets. If not, then it's not like anyone would miss him."

Joker contemplates for a while before looking to Crow for his own opinion. He only receives an eye roll in return, so he holds out his hand towards Red Hood deciding to take up his offer.

Hood grasps Joker's hand in his before pulling him towards himself and holding him under his arm with a laugh, "Lookin forward to working with you."

[blueishspace]

Lucky life session 4

Blueishspace (He/Him) + @a-sociopath-do-your-research aka Oli (Xe/Void/It): ❤️

@bendy8me aka Bendy (She/Her) + @juno0n aka Juno (She/Her): 💚💚💚

@raeistrying aka Rae (She/Her) + @silverorchideon aka Orchid (He/They): 💚💚💚

@communistcatboi aka Catboi (He/They) + @theblackglitch aka Glitch (She/Her): 💛💛

@kazanfamily aka Kazan (He/They) + @max05nb aka Max (They/Them): 💛💛

@twisttea aka Twisttea (She/Her) + @cowgirlginger aka Ginger (She/Her): 💛💛

@italianbiscuit aka Manu (She/Her) + @lizzlylou aka Liz (They/Them): 💛💛

@thatoneloudintrovert aka Floracica (She/Her) + @not-ready-for-gaster aka Bee (She/They): 💛💛

@whats-she-gonna-post-next aka Starfall (She/They) + @frostywisp aka Fros (They/Them): 💛💛

@the-local-pineapple aka Tessa (She/Her) + @spectresharmony aka Ari (She/Her): 💚💚💚

@astoriagalaxy aka Astoria (All) + @3-pots-of-soup aka Soup (Any): 💚💚💚

This is this session's wheel:

With reds walking around the chance for Murder and Trap has increased. Monopoly has instead stopped being an option as It's way too late into the game. Also Prank is going to be less shuffling items and more arson.

Let's begin:

Kazan, after a short trip to the Nether, is able to craft some Eyes of Ender.

Astoria hears about Liz and Manu accusing Bee and rigs their base with TNT.

Liz explores the deep dark and discovers the enchanting table has been stolen.

Catboi attempts to sneak into Liz and Manu's base but accidentally ignites the tnt and explodes bringing Glitch down with them... (I can't believe that Manu and Liz's base has such an high body count). ❤️

Ari traps Twistea and Ginger's beds hoping to get them immediately out of the series should they go red.

Manu and Tessa meet up to discuss a...secret alliance of sorts.

Floracica offers Bluish (me) an offer he can't refuse. Help with killing off the greens and access to the enchanter in exchange for him not targeting the yellows. Blue agrees.

Juno traps their own base's entrance and creates a secret tunnel to get in and out safely.

Ginger attempts to steal from Bendy's chests but is caught and forced to leave leave before they can get anything good.

Max traps Fros and Starfall's Nether Portal.

Soup gathers some Eyes of Ender and crafts an Ender Chest where they hide her most valuable resources.

Bendy discovers that Floracica has stolen the enchanter and promptly tells everyone who will listen.

Oli manages to catch Tessa by surprise and kills her bringing her and Ari down a life. 💛💛

Orchid pranks Twisttea by burning her base down, this triggers the trap which ends up not killing anyone as noone is close enough to the beds.

Bee uses the wither heads gathered by her allies to summon the Wither.

The following section uses a different set of wheels entirely to decide how they deal with the...situation. First of which is the life wheel.

Starfall and Fros survive by being too busy to even notice the wither. Iconic behaviour actually.

Glitch and Catboi survive by outrunning the wither, Imagine Secret Life Scar.

Bee and Floracica survive by hiding, good, would have been a bit embarassing if Bee died because of the wither she spawned. Though they hide in different places, likely very far apart.

Orchid and Rae barely barely survive though they actually attempt to fight the wither. (Wow, this wither is like super weak.)

Ginger and Twisttea are caught by the wither and die to doubled withering effect. ❤️ (Nevermind)

Soup and Astoria also survive, probably because they are in on the plan and stay away from the chaos.

Max and Kazan survive, Max is with Orchid and Rae as they fight the wither.

Liz and Manu survive, hiding away from the chaos.

Oli attempts to get a kill in the chaos. Xey don't make it. Void are the first player out, Blue is the second. (We're dead first, this is the worst possible timeline) ☠️

Juno and Bendy survive, running away from the wither.

Tessa and Ari are the ones to slay the wither, the ones to claim It's star.

The rest of the session is not very busy, little happens. Everyone is just shocked. Everyone is rebuilding, the Wither might have not killed many but it destroyed huge chunks of the server.

[vertical-tacos]

if you think Elliots page was sad, you ain't see nothin yet :3

info under cut, yay!!!

JANE: “KILLER” CONCEPT

INFO

BACKSTORY: After being separated from her husband in the process of being "forsook", she experienced massive corruption damage- luckily keeping her sanity. Now, after seeing the horrors this place inflicts on the people trapped here, she seeks to "free" everyone of all this pain- especially her dear husband, John Doe..

ABILITIES

PASSIVE: “HEAVY HEART”. Jane cannot sprint, rendering stamina useless. Her only increase in speed is if somebody is hit with a trap or if she is stunned (If a survivor is trapped, her speed goes from 8 → 30 for 7.5s. She gains Speed II if stunned, just like OG John Doe, for 15s after recovery.)

LMB: Jane jabs forward with her right hand (Not her left, it’s too inconvenient- just like OG John Doe, it is too heavily corrupted to use for melee. Only for finishing someone off). 50 damage, 10s cooldown.

ABILITY ONE: “SNARES”(45s cooldown). Jane will bury her left hand into the ground and be rendered immobile for 7.5s, before lifting her hand out of the ground and resuming movement. Traps will spawn all across the map, up to a maximum of 15. If a survivor steps in this trap, they are pierced by a single corrupted spike and suffer poison damage of 5 dmg per second until a survivor frees them, or until death- be it by the trap, or by Jane.

ABILITY TWO: “LULLABY”(75s cooldown). Jane will render herself immobile for 30s, singing a song that causes all survivors within 45 studs to be forced to slowly walk towards her. (speed of 2.5). This ability is immediately halted if a survivor hits her with a ranged attack, or if more than one survivor is “lulled” within 15 studs of her. If the latter is true, Jane will stop singing, before her eye glints and she spins in a circle once, left arm raised. She will INSTANTLY KILL anybody within 15 studs or less, regardless of health. Survivors farther than 45 studs are given a new “ability” which is simply labeled “Wake-Up Call”, which gives entranced survivors a 50% chance to snap out of the “trance” (wake up call has a 5s cooldown)

STATS

DIFFICULTY:★★★★★

DAMAGE: 75

HEALTH: 1000

REGULAR SPEED: 8

SPEED IF SURVIVOR IS TRAPPED: 30

SPRINT SPEED: N/A

STAMINA: N/A

STAMINA-LOSS: N/A

STAMINA-GAIN: N/A

VOICE LINES

Idle

- humming

Attack

- N/A

When "Snares" is used

- "Just stand still...!"

- "Stop struggling, please.."

When "Lullaby" is used

- "It'll all be over soon.."

- "Something to ease your pain..."

KILL LINES

When killing Jason

- "Listen to her*.."

- "Just go home.."

*- Jason's mother

When killing 1x1x1x1

- "Please just stay down.."

- "Your necromancy won't work on yourself.. don't try it.."

When killing John Doe

- "I still love you..."

- "This is for the best.."

When killing c00lk1dd

- "..The child..!"

- "I'm so sorry, little one..."

When killing Guest 666

- "you could've been so much more..."

- "If only you hadn't obliged to that summoning.."

When killing Azure

- "You're not at fault, you never were..."

- "Don't blame yourself for what you had to do.."

LMS

- "Please, don't run..!"

LMS when John is the last survivor

- "Where have you gone..?"

- "Don't make this harder, please..John.."

!!! SPECIAL !!!

ROUND-CHANGE

JANE IS NOT A "PURCHASABLE" KILLER!!!! HERE'S HOW IT WOULD WORK INSTEAD OF EQUIPPING HER BEFORE A ROUND.

If a survivor has John Doe equipped as their survivor, there is a 5% chance that they are automatically chosen to be the killer, and their killer replaced with Jane.

INTRO TEXT

“I’m so sorry.” (Fades from white to red)

CUTSCENE

The “survivor” (camera) is running through the forest before they turn. Jane spots them in the distance, and her eye glints before she vanishes and “reappears” (darts out of the cover of the woods), lunging at the “survivor”. Static cut, then round starts.

MAJOR CHANGES

Round Duration: Round Duration is doubled, from 3 → 6 minutes.

Round Style: Changes from a “Actively chase the survivors” to a “Hide and trap the survivors” round. Trying to out-stamina the survivors is a foolish mistake, Jane.

Spawn: No matter what, “Jane Rounds” always occur on the same map- “Distant Memory”. (destroyed cabin surrounded by sparse trees, which is where the objectives are located. Jane always spawns in the cabin- Survivor spawns are scattered throughout the general area. The map is circle-shaped- heavy corruption surrounds a certain radius of the place. Survivors will be heavily slowed if they run into it, but the corruption is strong enough to glow “brightly”, to deter survivors.

Objectives: collect wood to repair the cabin -- wood collecting is a single input, but actually “fixing the cabin” requires some sort of puzzle, similar to generators. Just not exactly.

[bad-traffic-smp-ideas]

Little concept: past winners having gray clothes instead of red cause they're dead, instead of Scar, who never died. And they all have a body part that's purple and glowing like the Enchantment Glint, which have special powers, and a "Domain Expansion" style ability which takes them to a significant place, (exaggerated and whatever state they were left in) with a specific "terrain effect". When it's in effect, no powers can be used by anyone. Grian's wings allow him to soar like a jet, and the storming desert, which obsures all vision except his and is littered with venomous cacti and lava pools. Scott's little floating blaze rods in his season 2 skin, which shoot exploding end crystals, and the Scottsge, overflowing with infinitely spawning mobs that ignore Scott. Pearl's shadow summons ghosts of Scott, 5 wolves, or Cleo and Martyn, and her Tower, enveloped in deep snow which freezes those trapped inside except her. Martyn's eyes, which stops time for either 8 seconds or till he opens them again, and a sea with Skynet above, tnt constantly dropping from above, which he is able to predict. Scar's is his tongue, which can send disorientingly loud sonic booms when he yells, and the Secret Keeper, but with buttons all over the ground, with only him knowing which is succeed, "reroll" which simply doubles the effect of the next button, and failure. Cleo's arm, seperated from the rest of her body by a stitchmark, absorbs any weapon or tool, allowing her to shift it into whichever tool she needs on the fly, and the Village, with increased gravity, making all movement more difficult and fatiguing, except for her.

THAT'S SO COOL.

[secretsandwriting]

HELLO!!!, can I request a etho fanfic

So this is not hermitcraft but the life series, so I would like the secret life one. like etho got a task but it involves reader, they have to like they both have to kill 2 or 3 warden together, but unfortunately the reader died, but the reader will respawn tho. if you dont want to make it secret life you can do it in hermitcraft, but it will change a few, BUT ITS FINE, That it! I dont know if you get it or not😭😭 but I hope you do get it🥲🥲, THANK YOU💜 LOVE YOUR WORKSS🫶🏻🫶🏻

I got this in April, i'm sorry it took so long!! I hope you see this anon!

Anyways, this has a hint of the hermits being borderline god mentioned bc I love that so much. So many emotions too...

Death Games and Wardens

Etho wasn’t sure how to go on about this, He had to keep his task a secret but it involved you. He stared at the book in his hands.

Kill two wardens with Y/n. Neither of you can die.

The thought of you dying sent a pang of fear through him. Logically he knew that if you died, you would respawn and if you lost your last live you would go back to your home server. Which was hermitcraft, the exact Server he would return to. 

Respawning was bad on a good day, but on a Server with rules that didn't follow Players normal code and instead added some, made respawning even worse. He didn’t want you to go through that. 

“Etho!” His focus was torn away by you. He couldn’t help but relax around you, even when playing against you in death games. Somehow, you brought comfort to him no matter the circumstances. The book burned in his hand as he remembered what your task was. He saw your book in your hands and a nervous grin on your face. “You got a good one?”

“Let's go somewhere private.” You nodded and followed him to the border. Etho glanced at the two sentences in his book and signed. The fear of you getting hurt was back and growing stronger. You broke the silence, apparently he waited too long to start.

“Does your task involve both of us?” He nodded, the sick feeling in his stomach growing. “Good my task does too… Now.. Is yours something we have to do?” Another nod and more stomach pains. “Ok, this is my task.” You handed him your book and he opened it.

Etho’s secret involves you. Do it with him and guess what it is to finish.

Etho may read this book.

He somehow hated this more. You didn’t even know what you were getting into. That meant more room for mistakes and mistakes would lead to a very fast death. You were oblivious to his dilemma and just waited for him to figure it out, assuming he was just trying to figure out how to go about this. The expression on his face was very abnormal but these were death games, they put everyone on edge and filled them with stress.

“Are you ready?” Etho’s head jerked up to look at you. “We only have so much time after all.” He sighed and nodded. He really wanted to come up with a fake task but he knew you wouldn’t like that.

“We need to gear up.”

Fully geared,you followed Etho do into a cave, when the shrieker went off, you hesitated. This wasn’t looking good. This had to be a hard task and probably involved wardens. Something you avoided no matter what. The sound of the Shrieker going off a second time had adrenaline pumping through your veins and terror settling in your bones.

“Etho,” You whispered. “Is the task to summon a warden?” 

“No, but that's your closest guess so far.” You were starting to understand Etho’s hesitation and strange looks. The shrieker went off a third time, darkness filling your vision and the sound of a warden spawning filled your ears.

“It’s over here,” Etho whispered. You weren’t sure what to do until you saw Etho launch himself at it and attack it with his sword. Pulling out your bow, you shot it with arrows both to lower its health and to help Etho out of any sticky situations by drawing its attention away.

To focused on the fight, you didn’t notice the second warden spawn or it approaching from behind until it was too late

Y/n was slain by Warden

Etho’s attention on the warden shattered when he saw the death message and another warden standing in the middle of all your items. His hesitation cost him some hearts but he managed to get away and took the surface without them following. Rushing to spawn he looked around, desperately trying to find you and make sure you were ok. He found you not too far away, sitting on the ground looking a bit dazed.

“Y/n!” Etho grabbed you and held you close. “I’m sorry! I should have noticed! I shouldn’t have let it happen!” You sat in his arms, letting him ramble at you while you readjusted  after a hard respawn. When you finally got yourself together, you listened to Etho’s rambles, pulled yourself out of his grip, and slapped him hard. Etho immediately stopped and jerked back to look at you.

“Pull yourself together!” Etho immediately took a deep breath and squeezed your hand. Once he was calm, you continued. “Etho, I'd respawn no matter what. You know that. If I didn't respawn here, I’d be back on hermitcraft. If I wasn’t there we have enough people that are almost gods on the server I'd be found and brought back.”

Etho shuffled forward and dropped his head on your shoulder, he wrapped his arms around your waist and his shoulders shook with sobs. You ran your fingers through his hair while your other one rested on his back, you slowly rocked side to side. From your spot you could see a few of the red names started to surround you.

Your communicators buzzed with the 5 minute warning but you knew you wouldn’t make it until then. Not with the intent in Gem’s face as she came closer. She paused and pulled out her communicator and typed for a second before flipping it so you could see the message to Xisuma letting him know to expect you. Something only done when one of the players was having a rough time. She smiled when you mouthed a thank you and slipped it back into her pocket before lifting her sword.

Etho was slain by Geminitay

Y/n was slain by Geminitay

Waking up on hermitcraft was disorientating. It always was when you respawn from another server due to death. Your communicator buzzed with a message from Xisuma.

Xisuma: Did you respawn ok? Gem messaged ahead, she didn’t specify who

Y/n: Yeah

Y/n: Etho was having some trouble at the end. Did he respond?

Xisuma: No, I was just about to go check on him.

Y/n: I’ll do it. I’ll let you know if anything went wrong with his respawn.

Xisuma: Ok

You got up from your temporary bed at your mega base and made sure your elytra was equipped before shooting off to Etho’s base. You searched the entire place, the only sign of Etho was the messy bed and his communicator on the floor. So you took a gamble, instead of flying you ran down the path leading to your starter base. Looking for a mop of white hair along the way. With no sign of him along the way, you looked through your house. Stopping in the doorway of your room to see Etho sitting on the floor next to your bed.

“Etho.” He didn’t seem to hear you. “Etho!” You tried again, nothing. Carefully, you moved towards him, making sure to go slow. When you were close enough, you gently rested a hand on his shoulder. He jerked out of your grip and looked up at you.

“Y/n!” He launched himself at you, pulling you close and holding you tight, relief crawled up his spine as he clung to you. “I thought you were gone.”

“I just respawned at my mega base. I told you I would respawn… Come on, let's lay down for a bit.” You managed to get Etho into your bed and when he relaxed you sent a message to Xisuma.

Y/n: Etho’s ok, just the death part of the death games messing with his head.

Xisuma: Ok, take care of him. Let us know if you need anything.

With that out of the way, you put your communicator away and decided to get some rest. Maybe when you woke up, the two of you could figure out what you were. But for now, you were tired.

Etho x Y/n shippers

Geminitay: I kinda felt bad, Etho was clinging to Y/n when I killed them. I mean CLINGING

Xisuma: Y/n went to help Etho right after his respawn when he wouldn’t respond and then let me know he was ok.

Xisuma: What happened?

Grian: So I might have purposely messed with their secrets so they had to work together. I forgot it might have been a bit traumatic.

ImpulseSV: What were their secrets?

Grian: Ethos was to kill two wardens with Y/n and not die and Y/n’s was to help and guess what it was.

Xisuma: Etho is literally laying on top of Y/n in their sleep

Geminitay: THEY'RE SLEEPING TOGETHER

Grian: THEY’RE CUDDLING???

Xisuma: [Image]

Tangotek: You think they’ll actually talk this through after this or not?

You two did not in fact talk about it afterwards. Both of you just acted like it didn't happen and the group chat with every hermit except the two of you were outraged