#sentient magical weapons

[joncronshawauthor]

Ravenglass Revelations: Behind the Scenes of My Magic System

Today, I want to pull back the curtain and give you an exclusive peek into the heart of the Ravenglass Universe – its magic system. As the architect of this world, I’ve always believed that a well-crafted magic system is the lifeblood of any great fantasy realm. So, let’s explore the forces that shape this universe. The Cornerstone: Ravenglass At the core of our magical world lies ravenglass,…

[dndtreasury]

Voidcaller by Jhamkul's Forge

[e-dragoons]

rage incarnate.

[rottmnt-brainrot-hours]

I know you said no pets but would it be ok if i brought a flaming skull

[txttletale]

really enjoying calling chatgpt a 'magic 8ball' because while far from a perfect analogy i feel like it is a very good deflationary weapon against both hype and antihype that helps bring things into perspective by detaching the actual thign from the cultural object it's attached to. "this magic 8ball is going to become sentient" i dont think thats true. "if you talk to a magic 8ball it will kill your soul" that one doesnt sound true also to be honest

[bloomeng]

This is my official Batfam Magical Girl AU Masterpost (everyone clapped)

(Updated 4/16/25)

I’m going to do a brief overview and then go into more details for those interested.

Bruce being from old money (and apparently being connected to Camelot) inherited a mysterious mineral with unknown properties. In its raw form it’s very unassuming, but when cut like gemstones and added to accessories it can be harnessed into a tool. By altering the mineral into a wearable item it allows the magic within to be channeled. The magic of the mineral connects with its wielder to create an outfit and (typically) a weapon. These outfits do not grant the wearer special abilities outside of the transformation and the weapon, but when worn the wearer is granted (what is basically) hammerspace and a nearly impenetrable outfit. The uniform granted is not something they can alter the appearance of but will change gradually overtime to reflect how the wielder has grown.

This mineral will henceforth be known as Arcanium. It operates on Kryptonite logic in that it’s— allegedly— super rare but also shows up whenever the plot needs it. (I’m aware it shares a name with a card game, but I wanted my Kryptonite spoof)

Martha Wayne unknowingly started the cycle by turning— what she thought was a rare gemstone— into a brooch. She died shortly after having it made and Alfred held onto it in her memory. Like canon Bruce goes on his journey of self-exploration to train. When he comes back he enacts his plan the way he does in Batman: Year One, where he goes out in basically just make-up, and it goes poorly. He wanders his manor trying to formulate a strategy and is drawn to his parent’s room and finds his mother’s brooch. Cue the first magical girl transformation. From there he alters the brooch to fit his bat aesthetic and the Batman Brooch is born.

Dick comes into his life the same way as canon. Bruce takes him in as a ward, Dick tries to track down Zucco on his own, etc. Bruce decides to use the other raw sample of Arcanium to turn into a second magical artifact. He lets Dick pick the theme, and thus the Robin Pendant is born. The rest is history.

(Before I continue I want to warn that I’m making shit up as I go, so some of this is subject to change as I move forward.)

The Robin Pendant is passed down from Robin to Robin. Each Robin got their own unique look while using it. Following canon, Dick and Bruce have their falling out and Dick gives up the Robin Pendant in a moment of anger. In this au I think Dick, not having the pendant to fall back on, tries to lead a vigilante-free life, but of course falls back into it. During a fight he somehow manages to stumble across Arcanium in its raw form. Recognizing it he takes it with him. Like Nightwing: Year One he has his conversation with Superman and decides to become his own hero. Using his knowledge of Arcanium from his years with Bruce he creates his own magical artifact and becomes Nightwing.

This is a good place to interject that I’m not changing any of their hero names. I was asked about it a couple times due to the caption, “Red Bow & Sailor Nightwing” on my Dick and Jason designs. It was just a silly caption, because I didn’t want to simply state “Jason and Dick Magical Girl au.” But being serious, I don’t really see a reason to change their names, with the exception of maybe Red Hood, seeing as I didn’t give him a red hood. My au operates on Sailor Moon logic where despite the lack of masks no one recognizes them, and it’s just vaguely explained by magic. I think it would be funny if Bruce chose to wear a mask anyway because he’s that paranoid, but we’ll see when I actually design him. Anyway point is Red Hood is lacking a red hood, maybe he secretly has a red hood on his jacket or maybe he really does go by Red Bow, I’ll leave that up to interpretation.

Arcanium does not just accidentally appear. At the end of the day it’s still a mineral and it’s not sentient, but the magic has an element of “the wand chooses the user.” It’s not so much a “chosen one thing,” so much as the magic can sense intention. It doesn’t care about the morality of the user, the magic is more seeking a symbiotic connection. (Meaning yes rogues can in fact wield artifacts.) Simply put, it wants a host that will be able to wield it. In its raw form the magic is dormant but it seeks to be… not dormant, so when it finds those who actually have the potential to create an artifact and use it, it reveals itself. It was not a coincidence that Martha had the inclination to have the brooch made, it was not a coincidence that Bruce was drawn to his parent’s room, and it was not a coincidence that Dick found Arcanium in the alleyway.

Each of the Bats have their origin moments with their own magical artifacts. I don’t have the whole timeline down, but I will say there was a lot of drama between Tim and Damian, because Tim was forced to hand over the pendant. Even though he technically relinquished it, emotionally the connection wasn’t severed. No one was sure if the transition would work, but Arcanium responds to whoever needs it more and therefore who will use it more. Like canon, Tim is having an awful time during that era. On top of all of it he’s had his title stripped from him and he can’t even argue because if it wasn’t the right move the pendant wouldn’t have responded to Damian. Dick tries to comfort him by telling him that Arcanium will appear for him when he’s ready, but Tim is furious and impatient. So like a well-adjusted person he decides he’s going to engineer his own magical artifact artificially. It goes as well as his attempt to clone Kon does. It’s not until Tim starts to get back on his feet that Arcanium presents itself to him. My thinking is that while Arcanium finds its users when they need it most, Tim’s case is abnormal. His acquisition of the pendant was unconventional from the start since he showed up and demanded to take on the Robin role. Arcanium is drawn to individuals who will actually use its properties. Tim tends to rely more on his own detective work, which renders the pendant’s properties pretty moot. Especially when he’s going off the deep end, he becomes a hermit meaning a) he wouldn’t really need/use Arcanium’s properties and b) he inadvertently limited his own chances of stumbling across it “in the wild.”

In a similar vein I believe Barbara’s journey is abnormal in that she forged her own Batgirl artifact that operates a little differently than the others, seeing as she made it without Bruce’s influence. After the accident she shelved it, maybe she passed it down to Cass, but eventually she gets it back. She created the Oracle identity without it, and for a long time the Batgirl artifact is something she avoids using, until she gets the idea to combine it with her computer to create a magic computer… sort of. She gets a uniform that is basically connected to the computer.

Going back to Damian needing the Robin Pendant more, its reaction to his acquisition was unique. As I mentioned previously the suits typically provide a weapon, well Damian is the exception. Unlike all the other Robin’s Damian didn’t need more weapons in his life, what he needed was guidance. For the first time the pendant granted Damian a magical animal guardian, which is how he gets Alfred the Cat in this au. Despite being an animal lover Damian is extremely pissed at this development. He wanted dual swords or a scarier animal at least. He can’t formally communicate with Alfred the Cat but he understands him intrinsically, though Alfred the Cat seems to be able to understand human speech somewhat. Only Damian seems to be able to truly understand Alfred the Cat. (Cue the antics of his siblings trying to figure out what the cat means or trying to control him in any capacity.) Besides being an animal, Alfred the Cat is also unique in that he doesn’t dissipate when Damian isn’t in uniform the way that the weapons do. Like the weapons he can be summoned by the pendant, but he seems to have existed prior to the pendant’s creation. (I’m toying with the idea that while in uniform, the cat would also get some sort of uniform.)

Before I get into Duke and his abnormalities, I want to address the Speedsters in this au. It’ll make sense after.

So the Flash. I want to say I don’t know if I will get around to creating full designs for them. I do have plans for Bart and maybe Wally, but I have determined how I want their mechanics to operate in the context of the au. Not all the heroes in this au are “magical girls,” in fact I’ve made the executive decision that you have to be human to wield an artifact. Arcanium may have magic in it, but it doesn’t grant its user magical abilities beyond the uniform itself. The speedsters retain their canon origins, hit by lighting blah blah blah, only with one key difference: they had Arcanium on them when they were hit. Instead of engineering an artifact Arcanium fused with their bodies granting them powers. I want to keep the magic transformation aspect (because it’s not a magical girl au without it), so instead of using a physical artifact as a channel for their powers, it’s instead the act of transforming that serves as a gateway to their speed abilities.

To me it was always important to maintain Batman’s identity of not having super powers and having to rely on engineering, which is why the Batfam have to physically build their artifacts. In a similar way I wanted to retain the integrity of the Flash’s identity of being meta but also still human. Which brings me back to Duke. I know in canon that Duke inherited his abilities, but for the sake of the au I’ve decide that he either had an accident when he was young in which traces of Arcanium fused with him or his parents had it in them and he inherited it from them, but regardless it’s less potent, but operates similar to the Speedsters. For years he couldn’t fully transform or use his powers and it wasn’t until— with Bruce’s guidance— he was able to create an artifact that allowed him to channel his abilities and transform. Even though he is a meta I wanted him to still have some of those Batfam qualities in there.

But what about the Superfam? They’re not human so how do their transformations work? The answer is simple: They’re not “magical girls.” At least not real ones, they’re faking. They’re not human (Kon and Jon are technically half human but they still get their abilities from their Kryptonian DNA), and thus cannot forge a connection with Arcanium. Truthfully I’m about to get silly— even sillier than this au already is— but I have decided that Clark is a fake artifact wielder. I like the idea that Batman has been operating longer than Superman has, so when Clark decided to become a hero in his own right his only example of how to style himself was from the bat themed vigilante, who might as well be a cryptid, operating out of Gotham. Only blurry pictures of him existed, so Clark designed his outfit based on his Kryptonian origins and Batman’s aesthetics. He had no idea about the existence of Arcanium or how it worked. This is also why Kon’s design looks so much like his canon outfit with a few magical girl elements (and definitely not because I think the lines in his canon suit already lend themselves well to a magical girl aesthetic and didn’t want to change much). Later when he gets to know Batman more he learns about the transformations, to which he panics and invents his own transformation using Kryptonian tech (ex: MAWS’s transformation). For years Bruce goes crazy trying to figure out Arcanium’s effects on aliens and if it grants them abilities on top of the ones they’re born with, and if Clark has plans to use it as a weapon, and how he managed to forge the connection in the first place— Clark comes clean as a fake once they reveal their identities to each other.

Side tangent but I find it hilarious that Green Lanterns are— by technicality— already “magical girls,” considering they’re granted magical accessories that give them powers and transform their clothing. Hal is very clear with the JL that he is nothing like Batman and constantly feels the need to assert that he is not a magical artifact wielder. The non-human members of the team still lump them together anyway.

Things I haven’t figured out:

- what each of the batfam’s weapons are

- what each of the magical artifacts are

- what to refer to magical artifact wielders as

Stepping outside the canon(?) lore of the au for a minute, obviously I’m redesigning DC characters using inspiration from a genre, because that’s what “magical girl” is. It’s a genre. This is why I refer to it in quotes and don’t call them magical boys, because I am always referring to it as a genre, which isn’t a gendered thing. However, in universe they wouldn’t call themselves magical anything, the same way the characters of Sailor Moon don’t refer to themselves as magical girls, but rather Sailor Scouts. As of right now I’m sort of just referring to them as artifact wielders, but I feel like Bruce would come up with a better name. On a similar note, throughout this whole thing I’ve been referring to Arcanium in it’s wearable state as an artifact. I don’t know if that’s the best term, but I can’t think of anything better for the generalized form of Arcanium outside of it’s raw state. For now I guess it will be “artifacts” and “artifact wielders.”

- how the wonderfam fits into this

I really can’t think of a reason why Wonder Woman would be a “magical girl” in this au. She was born with abilities, she’s not human, and I can’t see her altering her uniform to match the aesthetic. A transformation would just be a waste of time for her. I could to see maybe Cassie or Donna wanting to match with their respective teams, and perhaps maybe that’s why they would alter their uniforms? All I know is I want see Tim, Kon, Bart and Cassie as a matching “magical girl set.”

Fin… for now.

[I’m just going to put this here preemptively, because I’ve gotten messages about turning my au into fics or tiktok skits. You’re free to use this lore HOWEVER you MUST credit me not just for the designs but for the creation of the lore. I’ve put a lot of time and thought into this and I love that people love it, so I just ask for recognition. If you want to make something that’s inspired by my designs or loosely based on my au, just a simple credit for the inspiration is fine. You’re free to change things this is just how my own au operates. Regardless I would prefer to be tagged so that people can find me but also because I’d love to see other’s work.]

Current designs:

[nitewrighter]

Snow White and the Fae Co-Op

Part One: I Didn't Vote For You

Okay so like--

I get why people thought we were all dwarves. Or made us all dwarves. Something between that. Collaborative storytelling what have you. It makes things significantly simpler, and it's a much punchier title than "Snow White and the Troll, the Redcap, the Púca, and four gnomes." (Of course I get top billing--I was her favorite.) And, okay, yeah, none of us came up past Snow's ribcage. Understandable.

But still it's like one of those things you don't want to start correcting people on it because you know you're going to spend the rest of your life correcting and concordantly explaining shit to people. But now it's like, you're pissed when we are dwarves, you're pissed when we're not dwarves, seriously! Pick a lane!

But okay, it seems everyone's pissed about this right now, so let's get pedantic.

We aren't sexy fairies.

Okay I didn't start that out right.

I guess it's easiest to explain this as... think of the ocean. So like, there are the scary sexy fairies who have the whole Succession/Bridgerton/White Lotus Fae Court thing going and they turn you into a deer and hunt you for sport, that's the Deep End. Then you have humans. Humans, in this metaphor, are land.

Me and my guys? We're tide pools.

A lot of stories are all like "Ougggh the magic is dying from this world ouggghhh the old ruined kingdoms" but in my opinion I think that's overall a case of Immortals Being Very Weird About Change In General. Like the tide, magic in this world rises and falls, and in the course of that you end up with this kind of hardy subgroup of fae who can survive in both High-Fae and High-Human environments. We're kind of our own ecosystem, but we're also kind of intermediaries between the Deep End Fae Court and the humans. We actually tend to broker a lot of more like, working class deals between the magical world and the human world. Maybe we get compared to the mob a lot. Whatever.

I'm getting into the weeds. This story isn't about me and the guys. This is about our girl, Snow. And trust me, I'm old as balls so before you get all 'Oh, one girl and seven guys? wHAt waS gOinG oN tHeRE?" (And you're absolutely disgusting for that, by the way). You need to understand that, on a species level, Snow was basically like keeping a very beautiful (albeit kind of bossy) sentient duck in the house. We loved our beautiful sentient duck and were impressed by the many talents of the beautiful sentient duck. No one desired the beautiful sentient duck on a romantic or physical level because, one, romantic and sexual desire for our subgroup of fae is very tedious, nuanced, and species-specific, and two, she was a duck. I mean she wasn't a duck, she was a human, but for us that's basically like being a sentient duck. All of those shitty "One girl seven guys" jokes I can definitely say are a result of human projection. Like again, you need to understand that my guys and me have basically gone through Magic Carcinization.

Again, I'm getting into the weeds.

All you need to know about Snow is that she broke into our house, she scares the shit out of us, and we would kill for her.

Okay you should probably know more than that.

Okay, so remember like 12 seconds ago when I said me and my guys are more of the working-class brokers between humans and Fae? And remember that Deep End I mentioned earlier? So like, the Deep End does deal with humans, but that tilts heavily into the 'Royalty and Miracles' side of things. Swords in stones. Swords in lakes. A fish that gives you all of the cosmic secrets of the universe when you eat it. That kind of stuff. That's kind of where Snow came from. She's a Fae weapon forged in a human womb. Hence why she scared the shit out of us.

How do I start this properly?

Once upon a time there were three human kingdoms. An icy kingdom in the north, a temperate kingdom in the west, and a, let's be real, damp kingdom in the east. Icy Kingdom had a queen, a beautiful queen, and the Deep End of the Fae love beautiful things. Beautiful Queen wanted more, and she made a deal with the Deep End of the Fae. She gave them her heart, and they give her a mirror that gives her sight beyond sight, and she used that to conquer Damp Kingdom in the East. They fought, but she could predict every one of their strategies with her mirror, all she needed to do was ask the mirror what this general is doing, or that Lord is doing, and bing-bang-boom, she took Damp Kingdom in a matter of months. And for good measure she took their baby boy prince, a pretty but frankly useless boy who, as the years went on and he grew, she largely kept for cup-bearing and harp-playing and decoration and also threatening to cut the head off of if Damp Kingdom ever stepped out of line. Because Damp Kingdom loved their pretty pretty baby boy prince as the last remnant of their royal bloodline, they were now thoroughly cowed.

So now the Queen turned her eyes to the Temperate Kingdom.

And this is when the Deep End Fae were like, "Hey okay you've conquered a neighboring kingdom, which we don't super-care-about for nebulous Fae Reasons, but for equally nebulous Fae Reasons, we don't want you to conquer Temperate Kingdom."

And the Queen was like, "Whatever."

And the Deep End Fae were like "Okay, then here's the part where we use that previous thing you gave us against you." And they tried to use her heart against her, but basically the Queen used the Mirror to circumvent the heart magic through a whole bunch of... jury-rigged alchemy shit? I don't know. This stuff was already way out of my pay grade. But what I do know is, the Deep End Fae realized they couldn't use the Evil Queen's previous deal as a failsafe against her, so they needed a new approach to stop her.

Temperate Kingdom was ruled by a kind king and queen. They also didn't want to be conquered, but things weren't looking good. Their capital city was under siege. The Kind Queen was pregnant and ready to pop--scratch that, currently popping. The king was mortally wounded while defending said Capital City. They dragged the mortally wounded king back to the bailey and he's all delirious ranting about his wife and the not-yet baby.

And then a figure in a mossy cloak appeared. They loomed over the mortally wounded king and they said very gently "Your blood will outlast you. Do you permit our assistance in this? Do you permit the cost?"

And the king was dying and he only understood like 40% of what was going on right now. He knew what was talking to him right now wasn't human. He knew you don't refuse a gift from the Fae. And he knew he was kind of safely in the 'fucked-up miracle' territory of Fae gifts though he didn't really understand the full extent of what that meant (and that's fair--no one does). He kind of assumed it would just be his own life as the cost of whatever the hell was happening here. So he's bleeding out and he nods. "If it will preserve the Kingdom," he says, "If it will save our child."

So we cut to the queen. The royal birthing is... okay it's going rough. Giving birth under siege will do that to you. In ideal circumstances you would have this hardcore butch midwife stick most of her forearm up the birth canal to reposition the baby and both the mother and child would live but... you didn't have that here. Instead, once more, the figure in the mossy cloak loomed over the Queen as she screamed through agonizing contraction after contraction. They touched two fingers to the queen's forehead and they gave her a flood of visions. Snow. Fire. Blood. Blackened earth. A little sapling growing from the body of a great and noble felled tree. And she looked to the figure in the mossy cloak. And she saw their face was kind.

The kind queen died in childbirth as the Evil Queen's forces overtook the capital city. The king was dead before he knew what deal he had made. The Evil Queen and her troops marched into the grand hall, only to see a figure in a mossy cloak seated on a little stool next to a wooden bassinet. The Evil Queen made that anime villain snort-scoff sound.

"So kind of you to offer your blessing in my victory," she said.

"This is not a blessing we offer," said the figure in a mossy cloak, "You have abused the gift given in our previous trade. The trust between us is breached. We now give you back that which you gave us. All you have won for yourself will rot. And as with all rot, new and rightful life will spring from it."

And the Evil Queen almost laughed at this at first, again, like "Whatever," but then after a few seconds she begins to do the math. In exchange for a mirror that gave her sight beyond sight, she gave the fae her heart, and then she jury-rigged a whole bunch of magical alchemical bullshit to protect herself from basically being shackled to the fae's will through her heart, because hey, if you can, that's what you do.

But what happens if your heart is no longer your heart?

What happens if the Fae bind your heart to someone else?

What happens if your heart is now wrapped in different royal blood from the kingdom the Fae told you specifically you're not supposed to conquer?

And that was Snow.

The most beautiful, weirdest, most uncanny-ass baby you've ever seen. AND she had that weird undercooked look all human babies have. A semi-formed little beast. Can you imagine looking at an infant and knowing it's going to burn down everything you've ever built? Can you imagine knowing that trying to smother this threat in its crib will burn everything down, too?

But you think, "It's okay. I can manage this. Plants can be molded in to bonsai and topiary. I can shape this to suit my needs, too. It just takes care. It just takes maintenance."

And that's when Evil Queen declares, "As a symbol of healing between our kingdoms, I will raise this child as my own." And she gives a sharp glance to the figure in the mossy cloak, and they give an assenting motion with their... probably head? Probably.

And she awkwardly takes up the baby in the crook of her arm. Wow awesome, she already has an amazing propaganda tool. There's no way this is going to backfire on her in like... 17 or 18 years.

Except you know it will. Because this is the "Fucked up miracles" side of shit we're talking about. And the Evil Queen is not on the side of miracles.

Fucking hell, that's all a mouthful, and Snow hasn't even met us yet! Look, I'm gonna take a smoke break and I'll get back to you in a minute, okay?

[whereserpentswalk]

Reblog to summon the creature, like to hug them. We are not responsible for any quests, bodily transformations, or monsterfucking that may occur.

[ninjasmudge]

finally getting down my goat origin story 🐐💜, using the in-game meeting of goat for inspiration

the TL:DR version is- goat willed herself into consciousness in the void, attached herself to lamb when they visited the void, (so she could possess them like followers get possessed when you revive them), then once she followed them into the world outside, stole some of their magic to built herself a body out of ichor and clawed her way into living

if youd like the longer version its below the cut :3

i wanted to try to stick a bit closer to in game, bc i hadnt seen it done before so their origin goes like this:

while lamb was still defeating the bishops, narinder thought up a weapon they could use, a person they could command to fight with them; he didnt expect this person to be sentient, just to help lamb out. the idea didnt go very far since lamb defeated the bishops on their own and then went after narinder himself, but the concept of a helper for lamb hed been thought up by a god, which gave it power.

once narinder was defeated and left the void the goat willed themself into remembering and observing things, clawing her way into consciousness.

when lamb died one time on crusade, they entered the void and the goat CLUNG to them, possessing them like followers sometimes get possessed when you revive them. lamb woke back up with the overwhelming urge to eat followers but managed to lock themself in the temple before they did much damage.

once there, goat stole part of their magic, dragging themself into having a physical body by force, manically desperate to live and have a physical body to interact with the world. she made herself out of ichor using stolen magic and lamb couldnt help but help drag her out, if anyone in the world understood the desperation to live it was them.

fittingly, she named herself lazarus

[avelera]

(Arcane Meta) The Hexcore was already controlling Viktor in S1

As a follow-up to my post about how the Hexcore's control over Viktor in S2 is probably best compared to the One Ring from Lord of the Rings, in that it magically amplifies desires but to what extent its manipulations could be confused with free will is very hard to determine, I wanted to offer this piece of comparison to Lord of the Rings as further evidence that Viktor is under some level of control from the Hexcore as early as S1.

I was fortunate enough to take a course on Tolkien's works in college and there's one point our professor made that stuck with me. He pointed out that Frodo was always doomed to fail at casting the One Ring into Mt. Doom because he was already unable to do so back at Bag End, before he'd even spent significant time with the Ring.

It's less apparent in the show than in the book, so here's the quote,

"To Frodo's astonishment and distress the wizard threw it suddenly into the middle of a glowing corner of the fire. Frodo gave a cry and groped for the tongs; but Gandalf held him back."

Though his time with the Ring has only barely just begun, already Frodo is distressed at the thought of harm coming to the Ring and is trying to save it, before he even stepped out his door. How then was he ever supposed to throw it into the fire of Mt. Doom after having spent months in close proximity to it?

Well, this moment reminds me rather strikingly of this one:

This is only S1, the corruption of the Hexcore has only spread to Viktor's hands and leg, but it has also just killed Sky right in front of Viktor. He has been weeping on the ground, mourning her when he then resolves to destroy it and rises up, brandishing the stool.

Unlike Frodo, who had no idea what the Ring was at that point and still was distressed by the idea of harm coming to it, Viktor just saw the Hexcore kill someone right in front of him. And yet, like Frodo, he can't bring himself to harm it.

The Hexcore then actually physically shies away from the stool, which is where I get the notion at least that it is sentient, and then because Viktor had the audacity to raise a hand to it and fail to follow through, it knocks him out like a light:

This is why Viktor has to beg Jayce to destroy the Hexcore, and even there he can barely get the words out, and he only makes this request while far away from the lab and the Hexcore.

I would argue that the reason he doesn't explain more to Jayce there is because he might even be unable to, even asking that much might have been a strain. Or, I'll admit, perhaps there's any number of human reasons he didn't, like shame and fear.

Shame and fear that is of course gone by the time the Hexcore has consumed him when he finally tells Jayce what happened to Sky.

I would argue that the look of hopelessness and disappointment on Viktor's face when he decides to leave Jayce isn't because of the weapons blueprints he might have spotted on the lab table. Or at least, it's not only that.

Personally, I see that as Viktor knowing that he was now so physically consumed by the Hexcore he had no hope at all of fighting it anymore. To quote Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, "I knew myself, at the first breath of this new life, to be more wicked, tenfold more wicked, sold a slave to my original evil..."

So when people ask why Viktor is suddenly going along with everything the Hexcore wants, when before he wanted to destroy it, I would argue this: because it was already infecting him in S1 and in S1 he realized this and begged Jayce to destroy it because he knew it could stop him from doing so already. But because he was unwilling, or unable, to tell Jayce more about why he wanted it destroyed, Jayce instead defied his very strange request and used it to save Viktor's life as they had originally planned.

From that point on, I would argue, Viktor is under the thrall of the Hexcore and is carrying out its virus-like desire to spread itself and grow. I mean, just look at him, it now has consumed nearly every part of his body except his face. By the end, it has taken that from him as well.

Viktor might still have his own intelligence on top of it, but how much is very much the topic of ongoing debate. For the man to say that there is always a choice to suddenly say that there is no choice, the man who tried to destroy the Hexcore now freely spreading its power, and who once lashed out at the very notion of the use of Hextech as weapons making his own army of apex Hextech robots and using the Hexclaw against Jayce, and who looks so horrified at what he has done once the Hexcore's shell has been broken off of him by Ekko's bomb and Jayce's revelations, I would argue that we should assume at least some level of control was overpowering Viktor for much of S2, and that is exactly the fate he was trying to avoid in S1.

[dndtreasury]

Blossoming Arrow by Griffon's Saddlebag

[dungeon-strugglers]

✨New item!✨ Mister Shovel Wondrous item, rare

This magical shovel has an animated face carved into it. It works as a trusty tool and friendly digging companion. Mister Shovel can be wielded as a magic weapon, equivalent to a quarterstaff with a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls. 

Dig. As an action while holding this shovel, you can remove a 5-foot cube of dirt, sand, or clay from a space within your reach. As you dig, Mister Shovel instantly gobbles up the earth and stores it in a pocket dimension. Mister Shovel can store up to twenty 5-foot cubes of earth within itself before it’s full.

Expel Earth. If Mister Shovel has earth stored within itself, you can use your action to expel one 5-foot cube of earth onto a space within your reach. The expelled earth immediately falls to the ground and becomes a 5-foot mound of loose earth. Traversing over or through the mound is difficult terrain. A Large or smaller creature within the area must make a DC 15 Dexterity saving throw to see if it can successfully move into an unoccupied adjacent space, or a DC 15 Strength saving throw if it wishes to stay in its space. On a failed save, the creature is knocked prone and restrained by the weight of the earthen mound until it uses its action to free itself.

Sentience. Mister Shovel is a sentient, neutral good shovel with an Intelligence of 10, a Wisdom of 8, and a Charisma of 16. It can see and hear out to a range of 60 feet. The shovel can speak, read, and understand Common. Mister Shovel is a polite and helpful companion who is always hungry for dirt and happiest when digging. Mister Shovel doesn’t like being used as a weapon, and apologizes to anything it bonks. 

“Man! Thiths sthuffth iths good!-” Mister Shovel was blabbering excitedly through mouthfuls of dirt, barely intelligible as Jesse dug at the base of the wall.

“Shush! I’m not trying to alert the guards!” She hissed. If they were spotted, the whole fort would descend upon them. 

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A Delving Song (Monster!Reader x Laios Touden)

Could I request a Laios fic where he meets a new monster, your choice, that is surprisingly sentient who joins the party? I just think it would be cute and fluffy.

Laios tilted his head. That didn't sound like the normal song the sirens on this floor of the dungeon would sing.

Marcille and Chilchuck are still asleep. And Senshi's off checking his golem farms.

So Laios wanders off towards the pool of water where you sit.

It's a ways off from typical mermaid territory.

And you yourself seem different from other mermaids. Your lower half is covered in feathers, not scales, and you have small wings protruding from your back.

"To eat is the privilege of the living... all things must eat to survive..."

Laios looks at you, in awe as you continue to sing a song of resilience and endurance. He's absolutely enchanted. And he quickly opens his mouth to sing with you once he memorizes the simple tune.

You startle badly, yelping, and waving your arms, summoning streams of waters like vipers to rise around you.

"Whoa! Please, I didn't mean any harm. I just really liked your song."

You frown. "Tallmen like you don't sing. They attack."

Laios puts down his sword. "See? No attacking."

"You're... different."

Laios grins and nods. "That's right. You see... I wanna know more about creatures like you. Are you a mermaid? You seem to be similar and different."

"I think your kind calls me a siren. But most of us get hunted, because our songs can be dangerous. We have some control over water too."

"That's incredible. Do you come up with your own songs?"

"We sing the tune - others seem to hear what they really want to hear. Unlike mermaids, the charming of it all seems to come from the prey."

"Why are you all alone?" Laios asks bluntly, tilting his head when your face falls.

"My flock were... hunted by a group of tallmen. I escaped. The mermaids don't want me because we bring adventurers that kill."

Laios frowns. "Well, that's no good. Maybe... maybe you could come with our group. I'm sure once they hear you speak and reason, they'll have no problem."

You smile sharp teeth at the tallman. "What are you called?"

"Laios."

You let the water slip down into the pool and move forward in a crouch, finally pressing your head into his metallic stomach. "Thank you, Laios."

Chilchuck is the most suspicious of you, clearly not happy with the idea of letting a monster into the party. Even a clearly reasoning and thinking one like you.

Marcille is a bit more welcoming, especially as she hopes you can teach her some of your water magic.

Laios initially thinks you're amphibious like a fishman but as you don't breathe water it becomes clear you're more of a bird than anything else.

Marcille immediately shuts down any further discussion because she senses it getting uncomfortably close to figuring out what exactly you taste like.

But considering you grew up in the dungeon, your expertise makes travel much easier. Senshi also is able to take some extra parts of monsters the party has collected to make some water skins for you to carry water through the more dry areas for you to use as a weapon.

Laios is always eager to hear about monster culture - just as you are about the cultures of the surface. Marcille and Laios spend many meal breaks discussing with you about what your lives and daily activities are like

Chilchuck doesn't share, but then again he also doesn't share with anyone else, so it's not like it's an anti-monster sentiment.

But eventually you find yourself nestling close to Laios when it's time to rest for the night.

And one night, when he rolls over and rests his head in your feathers, you don't mind. You like the tallman and his unique opinions.

And perhaps these feelings may soon grow and evolve.

Until then, the party together shall eat, and almost more than their meals, their growing friendship is delicious.

Delicious in dungeon.

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TW: cussing, tension, loki is still villainous, creepy vibes.

Part 3

Touch that Takes - Part 4

The Quinjet hums steadily through the clouds, but inside, the air is thick with tension.

You're unconscious—your body is still, save for the occasional twitch in your fingertips where dark veins pulse faintly beneath the skin.

No one wants to say it, but everyone sees it.

Bucky sits closest. Gloved flesh hand resting lightly over yours. Not gripping. Just there. Anchoring. Protecting. His eyes never leave your face.

Your skin is warmer now, more alive, though your breathing is shallow.

You look almost like you again.

Almost.

Tony paces, his voice is sharp, his expression harder.

“Alright, I think we all need to talk about the sentient Lovecraftian tentacle monster we just stuffed into my Quinjet like it’s a rescue mission and not a containment op.”

Clint exhales, rubbing his temples. “Yeah, not exactly the kind of reunion I thought we were having today.”

Sam leans forward. “She drained Thor, man. You all saw that. Guy looked like his arm aged fifty years in what two seconds.”

Thor sits at the back, shirt torn, arm swathed in a bandage. His tone is low, not angry—just wary. “I could feel it. No Midgardian should be able to do that.”

Tony’s voice cuts through the tension like a blade.

“So. Not to be that guy—except I am that guy—but are we just gonna pretend Little Miss Tentacle Torture isn’t still a threat, what happens when she wakes up ... she tired to eat point break ?”

He’s pacing. Irritated. Sarcastic. Scared in the way only Tony Stark can be—by throwing up verbal flares to mask the panic.

Steve glares. “She’s not a monster, Tony.”

“No? Could’ve fooled me with the whole ‘soul-sucking-girl-from-the-ring’ routine.”

Wanda speaks, low but firm. “That wasn’t natural. What I felt… it wasn’t magic. It was pain. Endless pain.”

“Agreed,” Vision adds, arms crossed behind his back, but his tone lacks judgment—more curiosity than condemnation. “Her energy signature was chaotic."

Peter speaks from the corner, voice small. “She didn’t seem evil. Just… gone. Like she was hollowed out.”

Sam lets out a breath. “We’ve seen people come back from worse.”

“Have we?” Clint mutters. “Have we really?”

Bucky doesn’t look at them. His thumb gently strokes over the pulse point on your wrist. His voice is calm, but his shoulders are tense beneath his jacket.

Everyone turns when Bucky stands.

He does it slowly. Deliberately.

His metal hand flexes once before hanging at his side.

He doesn’t raise his voice—but it lands all the same.

“You’re all talking like she’s an enemy. But when I was nothing but a weapon. She sat next to me. Humming. Brushing my hair like it mattered. Like I mattered.”

He glances down at you, brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face.

"She brought me pasta. Didn’t ask if I wanted it. Just said I deserved kindness.”

His eyes flick up—steely, resolute.

“That’s who she is. Not this… thing Hydra forced her to become.”

Steve nods slowly, backing him. “I trust him. And I trust her.”

Tony scoffs but doesn’t argue. His silence says more than words might have.

Thor flexes his left arm, wincing slightly. The black, withered necrosis once creeping up from his wrist has started to fade, revealing gradually restored gold-bronzed skin beneath. New, healthy tissue.

“It heals,” he murmurs, surprised. “Not quickly—but it does.”

Wanda, watching closely, lets out a slow breath.

“Then it’s not true necrosis. Something… drawn out of you. Drained. But not destroyed.”

Tony immediately keys in, grabbing a tablet and typing furiously.

"Okay. So, maybe our creeper-possessed Sunshine doesn’t leave permanent handprints of death. That’s… less apocalyptic than I feared.”

He gestures toward you vaguely.

“Still doesn't mean she shouldn't be locked up.”

Steve frowns from where he stands, arms crossed over his chest. He hasn’t taken his eyes off you.

“We’re not treating her like Loki.”

“She almost killed me,” Thor counters, not unkindly. “She called me delicious, Captain. That’s usually reserved for a feast, not a friend.”

“Something is wrong,” Tony says, voice sharp. “That thing that grabbed Thor wasn’t the receptionist who sings in the kitchen.”

“She didn’t choose this,” Natasha says flatly. “None of us did, really.”

Clint nods. “We’ve all been weapons before. Some of us still are.”

“Your not putting her in a cell” Bucky says, voice low. “You throw her in a box next to Loki, you’re not containing her—you’re condemning her. You think she’ll feel safe like that? Or even human again?”

"You didn’t see what I saw back there,” he continues, stepping forward, one gloved hand rising to point. “She was gone. Or something else had taken hold. But even then… when I said her name—when I said Doll—she hesitated.”

Tony's expression falters. For a second, he does remember. The late-night chats. The quiet laughter.

The woman who gave him as much of his own sass back.

Vision floats closer, serene as always.

“There is merit in both perspectives. Containment may provide safety—but at the risk of further psychological trauma. If the force within her is parasitic or symbiotic, connection—not imprisonment—may be the key.”

The med bay is quiet, lit with a cold, sterile blue glow from the overhead LEDs, the only sounds the steady beeping of a heart monitor and the distant hum of air filtration.

Outside, night has blanketed the upstate facility, and most of the compound is still. But inside this room, the tension is sharp as glass.

You're still unconscious—hooked to an IV, electrodes along your temples and collarbone, a soft blanket drawn up over your waist.

Despite the stillness, your body occasionally twitches—tiny jerks of your fingers, slight shifts beneath the eyelids—echoes of whatever storm is still happening inside.

Bucky sits beside the bed, a chair pulled close. His forearms rest on his knees, posture tense.

He's watching you with hawk-like intensity, but there's a gentle sorrow in his eyes. His metal fingers occasionally twitch—as if aching to reach for you, but unsure if it's safe.

Behind glass, Tony and Bruce hover over a bank of monitors in the lab connected to your room. A series of blood vials—your blood—are lined up in a small cooling tray, each labeled and cross-referenced against dozens of compounds and serum profiles.

“This isn’t a variant of super soldier serum,” Bruce mutters, running a hand over his scalp. “There’s something else. Some kind of mutagenic binder… but it doesn’t behave like any synthetic compound I’ve seen.”

Tony’s arms are crossed, brow furrowed, lips pressed into a grim line.

“You think it’s alien?”

“Possibly. There’s an organic code embedded in her cells—like a language. Like… instructions.”

He clicks something, and a 3D render of your blood appears, strands of DNA interwoven with something dark, foreign, pulsing in unnatural rhythms.

Tony mutters under his breath:

“We need answers before another god gets gift-wrapped with a side of soul-suck.”

The light down here is dim and clinical, buzzing fluorescent panels humming overhead. The walls are reinforced vibranium-polymer, etched with faint sigils from an earlier Asgardian consultation—a patchwork of Earth science and mystic paranoia.

Along the far side of the corridor, a single transparent cell glows faintly blue, suppressing magic and abilities alike.

Inside, Loki lounges like a bored cat draped over velvet, a book open in one hand and a smirk playing across his lips. His eyes lift lazily as Thor enters, his boots heavy against the stone-tiled floor.

“Well, well,” Loki purrs, closing the book. “If it isn’t my ever-loyal brother come to visit the prisoner in his gilded cage.”

Thor doesn’t respond at first. His face is drawn, unusually solemn.

One hand rubs absently at his wrist—still slightly discolored from when your tendrils had latched onto him. The healing magic he'd tapped into restored his skin, but the memory of the decay lingers.

“We need to talk… about Barnes' Lady” Thor says, voice low.

Loki’s eyebrows lift, amused. He swings his legs down, leaning forward like a teacher preparing a lesson.

"Ah. The creature with the black eyes and sweet voice. I remember her. Such a delicate thing. Smelled of ash and heartbreak.”

Thor’s jaw clenches.

"She’s not a creature. She’s our ally. Or she was.”

Loki shrugs one shoulder, eyes glinting with something calculated.

“You saw what she did to you, brother. You’re lucky you’re a god. That kind of draining, it doesn’t leave the soul untouched. She feeds. And I’m telling you this as someone who knows monsters, it's only a matter of time before she’s hungry again.”

“She’s not a monster,” Thor snaps, stepping close to the glass.

“Oh?” Loki tilts his head, lounging back again. “Then tell me, why is she shackled in the medical wing, unconscious and still radiating death like perfume?”

Thor breathes deeply, muscles tense beneath his armor. Then, quietly.

"What are you suggesting?”

Loki grins.

Slow.

Sardonic.

Catlike.

“Feed her.”

Thor stiffens.

“You've gone mad brother.”

“Even a chained beast will lash out if starved,” Loki says silkily. “Give her something to feed on—ethically, of course—before she decides the next source is one of your little midgardian friends.”

The words hang in the air like a curse.

The first sensation is not pain.

It’s silence.

Deep and velvet-dark, the quiet folds around you like a cocoon. Your eyelids twitch, then flutter open, sticking slightly before your lashes release their grip.

The fluorescent lights overhead hum faintly, soft blue shadows pooling beneath the medical equipment.

You don’t remember fainting.

You don’t remember the room.

You don’t remember you.

Sensors beep quietly beside the cot, their rhythmic pulse syncing too slow to match a human heart.

The restraint bands once holding you to the bed are unbuckled now—whether forgotten or intentionally released, you don’t know.

But the absence of tension on your wrists feels wrong. You move a finger, then your hand.

Each motion feels like a puppet’s string being tugged.

Heavy.

A hiss of hydraulic pressure breaks the silence as one of the air vents sighs to life. That’s when your body reacts—instinctual, feral, programmed.

Tendrils slide silently from your hands, dark like shadows peeling free of the walls. You don’t make a sound as you rise—crouching, feral, back arched in defense.

There’s no one else here.

You slink off the cot.

Feet don’t touch the floor.

You move like liquid shadow, tendrils anchoring you upward, curling along cold metal beams and paneling. You slip into the ceiling structure like a spider disappearing into its web.

From the rafters, you hang upside down, tendrils curling around a support beam, body drawn in tight like a folded ribbon of muscle and caution.

The world looks different from up here.

Below, the med bay is still.

Cold.

Sterile.

A dozen IV bags hang motionless. Your own charts sit open and disorganized on a nearby tablet.

Monitors still track your vitals—flickering a few seconds behind reality.

You watch chittering softly to yourself.

Your breathing slows, becomes almost imperceptible. You cling there, still as death, not because you plan to strike—but because you don’t know who you are.

And you don’t trust anyone else to tell you.

Then—footsteps.

Fast ones.

Peter Parker, in a hoodie and sneakers, is sprinting around the corner. Breathless. Darting into the room with a tablet in one hand and a half-eaten granola bar in the other.

The door hisses open—Peter barrels in.

“Mr. Stark! I figured out the—”

He doesn’t finish.

In a blink, he’s gone from the floor—yanked upward like a marionette, legs flailing.

Your tendrils coiled like muscles made of shadow, lifted him high into the ceiling—secure in your grip but clearly watching him.

Peter hangs midair, tablet dangling from one hand, granola bar smushed against his hoodie. Wide-eyed.

“Uh. H-hey! Hi. Hi there,” he breathes nervously. “Okay. Um. I’m not dangerous. Promise. Just Peter. Friendly neighborhood—uh—me.”

You don’t say anything.

You’re in the very center of the medical bay’s ceiling—curled into a half-perch, half-hang, your tendrils wound tightly around both yourself and the struggling teen now hoisted beside you. Your head is tilted at a sharp, unsettling angle as you stare at him.

Unblinking.

Silent.

Your pupils are dilated, tracking his every twitch. You hang there silently, your body relaxed but alert, toes barely brushing the ceiling panel.

Your breathing is slow. Steady. Your hair floats faintly around your face, as though gravity’s grasp on you is optional.

Peter’s voice cracks slightly.

"C-cool ability. You, uh, you have some amazing spatial awareness. Definitely not creepy or terrifying. At all. Haha.”

You blink.

You lean in. Closer to Peter’s face. Nose almost touching his. Your breath is audible now—shaky, inhuman. But your eyes… they’re still just eyes.

Human.

Your eyes scan him—not just visually but bio-energetically. You can feel his heart beating fast.

Adrenaline.

Spiked blood sugar.

Warmth.

Life.

Food.

Your lips part slightly.

At first, just a rasp.

Then a cracked, dry whisper.

"Hungry"

Peter tenses, he doesn’t want to hurt you. Or get hurt.

"Okay. Uh. Do you want—? I mean, I’ve got a—”

You don’t wait.

Your hand snakes out, snatching the granola bar in one fluid motion.

You devour it like a starving thing, crumbs falling in slow motion toward the sterile floor.

Peter watches in stunned silence.

Then your expression shifts—small, almost imperceptible.

Your eyes narrow—not in aggression, but focus. Your body adjusts, muscles easing subtly now that the gnawing ache is a bit quieter.

Then, after a long pause—so long it starts to feel like eternity—your lips part. And from your throat, hoarse and unused.

“No running.”

The tendrils flex—just slightly.

“Dangerous,” you add raspily.

The team arrives in a rush Tony skids to a halt, followed by Steve, Sam, Bruce, Wanda, and—of course—Bucky, who’s already halfway into a sprint.

“Shit” Steve pants, breath short.

“Peter?” Tony blurts. “You alive kid?”

"Yep! Yep. Uh-huh. Totally fine. Not gonna wet myself or anything.”

You glance down.

Your tone, though low, carries easily.

“He smells young.”

A beat of silence.

Peter chimes nervously.

"Y-your not gonna eat me, right?”

You blink slowly, expression almost offended.

"You’re... a child.”

Your tendrils ease. Peter slides down toward the floor, lowered rather than dropped. He lands with a thud, rubbing the back of his neck.

You blink again and lean down from the ceiling, watching Peter like you’re still figuring him out.

You remain overhead—your posture like a guardian creature perched in her nest.

Wanda frowns, looking from you to Peter.

“She didn’t hurt him. She's … protecting him.”

“Because she thinks he’s a kid,” Bruce realizes aloud. “Just like a caretaker.”

There’s a long pause.

Then Bucky steps forward, his voice low but steady.

“Doll,” he calls softly, eyes tilted upward toward you. “He’s just excited. That’s all. No threat.”

Your eyes shift to him.

Bucky steps beneath you, holding out both arms—flesh and metal.

“Come down, Doll” he says. “You’re safe. Let me bring you back.”

Your head tilts— and you blink as if realizing something.

“I’m still hungry.”

The mood shifts again.

Bruce sighs heavily. Sam mutters a quiet curse.

Steve gestures for Peter to leave the room.

Peter bolts, still pale.

Bruce mutters, "that's not good"

[dm-tuz]

Living Weapons

Living Weapons are here! Sentient magic weapons with their own will, from honor-bound Armaments to twisted Cursed Weapons. Forge your destiny as a weapon come to life! The free version is available now on patreon!

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hi! have you seen the TTRPGS for Palestine bundle yet? and do you have any recommendations from it

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THEME: TTRPGS for Palestine

The TTRPGs for Palestine Bundle is going from April 12 to May 7, so there's not much time left to get it, but here's some recommendations of some really awesome games that you can find in it.

Gubat Banwa, by makapatag.

GUBAT BANWA is a Martial Arts Tactics and War Drama Tabletop RPG where you play as martial artists poised to change the world: Kadungganan: the cavalry, the wandering swordsmen, the tide turners, the knights-errant, the ones to call in darkest night in a world inspired and centering Southeast Asian folklore.

Witness, grand warriors, honorable gallants that trudge and toil under kings and haloes. Witness, KADUNGGANAN, that refulgent name. That blasted name: WITNESS NOW. The end of days is upon us: and the new world MUST BE BORN. Bear your blades, incant your magicks. Cut open your tomorrow from the womb of violence. Inscribe your name upon the very akasha of this world. 

Gubat Banwa is designed for fans of 4th edition D&D, with in-depth character abilities that make you feel both unique and powerful, in a colourful and flavourful world full of vibrant cultures and clashing conflicts. The game uses an action economy with different action options carrying different weights, which also reminds me quite a bit of Lancer. If you want a game that pushes you to strategize with your friends and weigh your advancement options carefully, you want Gubat Banwa.

Gun & Slinger, by Nevyn Holmes.

GUN&SLINGER is an RPG geared for short, episodic sessions about a weapon and a wanderer. A Maestro and two players (Gun and Slinger) set out into a dead planet mutated by a god's forgotten child and hunt strange bounties, investigate the world and unlock hidden powers. During play, they seek to learn the nature of what’s hunting the Slinger, figure out why the Gun is sentient and discover how the world died.

This game is specifically for three players, using the rules of Go Fish as a resolution system. Gun & Slinger is all about using your resources to the best of their ability, and your resources might exist on your character sheet, but they also exist as cards in your hand.

What really intrigues me is the lore that’s baked into your character sheets. One of you is a wanderer in a twisted world, tempted by strange powers that guarantee to change you into a monster. One of you is a sentient magical gun, borne by that wanderer and designed to deliver death and pain.

Gun & Slinger has expansions included, allowing you to instead play as a wanderer possessed by a demon, a mech and a pilot fused as one, or someone who bears a cursed sword. I think the fact that it requires a small table and the fact that the characters’ lives are tied together makes this a high-stakes, terribly intimate game.

Apocalypse Frame, by Binary Star Games.

In a ruined and terraformed world where most of humanity is under the yoke of a brutal regime, the former workers of a once-remote factory - now known as The Collective - have risen up to create a future of freedom from oppression. You are an Ace - a highly skilled pilot referred from a Division in The Collective and assigned a humanoid combat vehicle known as a Frame. You and your Strike Team of fellow Aces must take on The Collective’s greatest threats, ensure its survival, and carve a path for its continued success.

Apocalypse Frame takes mechs and fits them into the LUMEN system, which centres competency as well as fast but effective rounds of combat. The game includes a variety of different threats, allowing you to tailor your campaign to your group’s tastes, and the tailoring doesn’t stop there. You choose both a division that your character belongs to, and then one of three mechs within that division, allowing players to share similar fighting styles but differ in weapons. You can also modify your basic frame, adding general modular systems alongside systems and armaments that can come with your mech, making character creation and progression exciting for folks who love tweaking and tailoring to their heart’s content.

If you’re a fan of Armored Core or Battletech, you’ll want to check out Apocalypse Frame.

Here, There Be Monsters!, by wendi yu.

No matter what they tell you, there’s still weirdness and wonder everywhere. You just have to know where to look. At the edges and cracks of ‘normal’ life we exist, we persist, and we resist: the monsters, the magicians, the anomalies, the freaks, and the outcasts. We gather in the shadows, trying our best to live our lives in a world that, when it doesn’t exactly fear or hate us, doesn't even believe in our existence.

here, there, be monsters! is a rules-lite response to monster-hunting media from the monsters' point of view. It's both a love letter and a middle finger to stuff like Hellboy (and the BPRD), the SCP Foundation, the Men in Black, the World of Darkness games and the Urban Fantasy genre in general. It is an explicitly queer, antifascist and anti-capitalist game about the monstrous and the weird, in any flavor you want, not as something to be feared, but to be cherished and protected.

Here, There, Be Monsters is a love-letter to anyone who has been made to feel monstrous, as well as an homage to media such as Hellboy, the SCP Foundation, and Men in Black. It’s urban fantasy meets organized power structures, and as the monsters, you’re here to burn those structures down.

This game uses descriptive tags to slap onto your characters to represent what they can do. You can choose from a number of different monster character backgrounds to give you guidance towards, and there’s plenty of monsters both in the base game and in the game jam wendi ran back in 2022. If you want a game of power, anti-capitalism, and punching up, this is the game for you.

Pale Dot, by Devin Nelson.

Pale Dot is a collaborative storytelling game for 2-5 players about a crew of non-human cosmonauts leaving their planet to explore a strange solar system, finding threads to unravel the unknown along the way. It is fantastical, surreal, and perhaps very unlike humanity’s own ventures in space exploration. Though one thing is universal: leaving home is terrifying, dangerous, humbling, and a catalyst for changing one’s perspective. 

Pale Dot is a GM-less game where players work together to create an alien setting and subsequently envelop it in cosmic mystery, embodying cosmonauts called Dustlings, as well as one of 5 different settings. During their journey they will be able to travel to 24 different locations within their solar system, each with several prompts for improvisational scenes. Each player will also have to manage the integrity of their cosmonaut and their shared ship while avoiding space's many perils.

The cover for Pale Dot gripped me the first time I saw it; a tiny creature in an astronaut suit, looking up in fear at something in the sky, as vegetation blooms inside their helmet. You play as the Dustlings, non-human but sentient species exploring the Cosmos, a strange, horrifying and wonderful universe that changes those who venture into it.

Mechanically, Pale Dot uses a GM-less structure similar to Dream Askew, but there feels to be a much bigger emphasis on the setting your cosmonauts explore, rather than the cosmonauts themselves. Your characters are assembled traits, drives and equipment, almost all of which can be expended to cause or solve problems. Each player is also responsible for at least one setting element, such as The Cosmic Wilderness, The Wondrous Endeavour, or The Omnipresent Danger. As you visit locations, different elements will be prompted to influence the scene, while your cosmonauts try to navigate the scene and try to finish the mission. If you want a game that is collaborative and evocative, I definitely recommend Pale Dot.

Fractal Romance, by Ostrichmonkey Games.

A never ending abstract landscape of rhythm and soft glamour. Wander the halls, rooms, and chambers. Encounter strange Denizens and get to know them better; befriend them, fall in love, just chill. Try and fill out your own blurred edges. Fractal Romance is a tabletop role playing hangout. You will pick up a character to play and explore the Fractal Palace, generating its infinite sprawl and the Denizens that inhabit it, as you play.

Fractal Romance is all about searching; for something you need, something you want, or even for who you are. It feels rather surreal, perhaps like a dream dimension that you are moving through. The game uses a deck of cards to generate rooms, as well as the denizens of this gigantic, dream-like palace. This game uses rather simplistic playbooks, each asking you to choose three descriptive words, and then uses cards to fuel your character’s actions: you have things you can always do, things that cost a card to do, and things that you must do in order to draw another card.

If what you want out of a game is a chill time with friends, moving from one vibe to another, and generating emotional stories for your characters, you might want to check out Fractal Romance.

Himbos of Myth and Mettle, by huge boar.

You are big. Big arms, big tits, big thighs, big brai- you're big where it matters. In addition to a heaving, throbbing body, glistening lightly with a thin sheen of pleasantly fragrant perspirant, you have one singular unifying trait  - come hell or high water, you are going to help.

Himbos of Myth & Mettle is a high fantasy, high camp role playing game of epic proportions (of body), for 2-5 players, one of whom will act as Game Guide.  The rules center around a simple roll under mechanic and prioritize narrative flair and cinematic descriptions. Himbos is inspired by many classic fantasy properties (and could be considered OSR adjacent) , but leans towards a more garish, salacious and queer (gay or odd, pick your fighter) style of play. It is designed with comedy and flamboyance in mind, but is not without it deeper and darker touches. It's definitely not grimdark, but there will probably be blood. Think classic fantasy pulp in style, but contemporary sensibilities, modern rules-lite mechanics, and a player philosophy centred in helping, kindness and being fucking hot.

I’ve heard rave reviews for Himbos, and I think the idea of leading an entire group of well-meaning but possibly over-ambitious adventurers is a great set-up for a game full of laughs. Himbos is very much designed for a light-hearted evening of fun, flirting, and fucking up (but in the best way).

Other Games from the Bundle I've Recommended:

Space Taxi, and Creation Myths, by GothHoblin.

Caltrop Core, by Titanomachy.

Souvenirs, by Rémi Töötätä.

Thunder in Our Hearts, by Marn. S.

Eldritch Courts of Some Repute, by AlanofAllTrades.