#stealth suit my beloved

[scarletspider2the2ndpower]

Chasm: Curse of Kaine (Vol. 1/2024), #1.

Writer: Steve Foxe; Penciler and Inker: Andrea Broccardo; Colorist: Brian Reber; Letterer: Joe Caramagna

[x-enocyon]

i haven’t drawn my courier in six thousand years

[goodlucktai]

What if I said 10 & 20 as portal duo thanks so much

dialogue prompts

10. “I don’t care. I’m not leaving you.”

+ 20. “Get away! You’re hurting them!”

for my beloved meeks

x

They weren’t supposed to be here. It’s stupid, but it’s the first thing that springs to Mikey’s mind. 

Leo had only recently graduated with honors from those initial grueling physical therapy sessions that usually ended in tears (not always Leo’s) to daily exercises that got easier and easier until he was breezing through them the way he used to breeze through everything. 

If he went farther than two steps away from his arm crutches Donnie appeared out of thin air looking ready to breathe fire at him, and Raph was in the habit now of holding Leo out at arm’s length immediately after every hug in the manner of scruffing an unruly kitten to double-check he was wearing his leg brace and compression sleeve, and Mikey had learned the hard way what everyone meant when they said medics make the absolute worst patients. 

But for the most part Leo was doing really good! He was hitting all his marks and only driving everyone a tiny bit insane—well within the allotted Leo amount! 

So when he had smiled that crooked, conspiring smile at Mikey the minute the coast was clear and said, “There’s no better strengthening exercise then sneaking out with my favorite little brother for a past-due victory smoothie,” what was Mikey supposed to tell him? No??

It did occur to him, a tiny little guilty whisper. Leo was healing. He’d been so badly hurt. Even Splinter, who spoiled Leonardo rotten, hadn’t given into the slider’s constant pleas to rush the recovery process along. They were going by the book. Literally, since Donatello had stepped up as team medic in the interim. Don and Raph and April and even Casey were all very good at not bending an inch no matter how many tragic looks got sent their way. Mikey wasn’t very good at that at all. 

And anyway, joy had drowned out that whisper with a shout. He lit up with it, that newly-discovered supernova inside him curling up like a happy cat in a patch of sunshine. There’s a very big part of him that will always be what it’s always been, no matter how old he gets, or how powerful his mystic arts become—he’ll always be Michelangelo, and Michelangelo will follow Leonardo absolutely anywhere. 

So he said, “I’ll get my hoodie!” and darted out the door with zero ninja stealth, clipping his shoulder on the frame and almost crashing into the table in the hall. Leo laughed behind him, and the unrestrained sound made Mikey feel like he could float. Maybe he actually did for a second or two. 

He’ll never forget those horrible minutes after the portal closed, after Leo’s comms went dead, when he had wondered if he would ever hear his brother’s voice again. When he wondered what, exactly, his last words to Leo had been—they almost certainly weren’t I love you or please don’t leave so they didn’t count. 

To make up for it, he wanted to tell Leo everything every chance he got. He wanted to make him laugh all the time. He wanted to crowd into the little twin-size infirmary bed to watch movies or do art projects that got glitter everywhere. He wanted to sneak out for smoothies even though it would get them in big trouble, because that was literally why he helped save the world in the first place. 

And now he’s standing in a dim sidestreet, an orange streetlight buzzing dully above him, two smoothies melting in his hands. It’s their usual shortcut home, through a bunch of foreclosed apartment buildings and a dead end road. Leonardo is in front of him, shoulders stiff, ninpo humming weakly beneath his skin like a tired little beetle that shouldn’t be up from hibernation just yet. 

Across the road are half a dozen humans in what looks like riot gear labeled TCRI and a man in a black suit. The man somehow looks more dangerous than the people in police armor. 

“Leo,” Mikey says in a small voice. His brother doesn’t answer, but he does shift his weight to put Mikey more firmly behind him, which is answer enough. 

And Mikey thinks, We weren’t supposed to be here. No one knows where we are. 

The man in the suit starts talking into the bulky earpiece he’s wearing, but Mikey can’t make out what he’s saying over the buzzing of the streetlamp and the pounding of his own heart in his ears. All he hears is Leonardo murmur, “Mikey, go.”

“No,” Mikey’s mouth says automatically. It doesn’t even need any input from his brain to say it. Because no. 

“Mike,” Leo says, in his best leader voice. But his tone is urgent in a way that borders on being scared so closely it must mean he’s actually terrified, or he would never have let Mikey hear even a hint of it. “I’d go with you if I could. I’m sorry I can’t.” 

His hands tighten on his crutches. He can’t run. He’s still healing. He should be at home, doing his exercises with those little pink dumbbells in the warmth and safety of the lair, complaining the whole time in between tossing out ideas for dinner. 

Mikey should have said no to sneaking out the way Donnie and Raphie would have instantly said no. He should be better at taking care of Leo the way he needs to be taken care of, the way everyone else does so easily. 

The armored people start to shift to the side, moving around Mikey and Leo in a wide formation, hands on the guns holstered at their waists. Containing them. The man in the suit is still talking, face inscrutable behind the tinted glasses he’s wearing, but his face hasn’t twitched away from their direction even once. 

“Hey,” Leo says, bringing Mikey’s attention back. “Don’t look at them, look at me.”

He’s smiling over his shoulder like it’s any other back-alley brawl with the mutant of the week or a handful of those Foot soldiers who never know when to quit, and not a horrible high-stakes situation in which Mikey stands to lose one of the most important things in the entire world if he makes the wrong move. 

“Just get home and get the guys, okay? Then come right back for me. You can outrun these goons without breaking a sweat. You can do anything.”

Mikey drops the smoothies and the cold wet soaks through one of his sneakers instantly but he needs his hands free so he can clutch the back of Leo’s stupid hoodie. He needs to hold on tight and make sure whoever tries to take his brother away knows exactly what kind of knock-down drag-out fight they’re in for. 

“I don’t care,” Mikey says, too loud in the stillness. “I’m not leaving you.”

He wishes he were a snapper like Raphie. If he was big and strong and had a shell that was as good as bulletproof armor, he’d scoop Leonardo up and shield him from the guns and run them both away. 

If he was a genius like Donnie, he’d have one or a dozen gadgets on his person that would have saved them. 

But he’s just Mikey, who isn’t big and strong, who isn’t a genius, who isn’t one of the people Leonardo is willing to step down and be weak in front of and depend on. Just Mikey, who Leo saved all his best jokes for during painful rehab, like it mattered to him that Mikey didn’t see him struggle. Just Mikey, who Leo always lifts both arms for the second he sees him coming and squishes into the world’s best hug, even if he’s pissed off at everybody else. Just Mikey, who Leo wants to get better for, be the best for, be one of the constant things on this planet Mikey never needs to doubt, like gravity and sunrise and overpriced street food. 

Because there’s a very big part of him that will always be what it’s always been, no matter how mature he gets, or how accomplished a ninja master he becomes—he’ll always be Leonardo, and Leonardo would do anything to make sure Michelangelo keeps smiling. 

Leo is also very stupid, because he doesn’t seem to understand that Mikey will never smile again if his big brother goes away. 

When the TCRI agents explode forward at some signal Mikey missed, and grab the brothers and drag them apart, Leo stumbles and falls when his crutches are wrenched away. He’d probably be making a smart-ass comment if his jaw wasn’t clenched, the sudden fall probably radiating pain all the way up his spine, distress making his gold eyes burn neon yellow. 

Like a flip was switched, all the panic inside of Mikey evaporates into a red-tinged mist. 

The supernova inside him sleeps most of the time, because he’s not big enough to contain its multitudes yet, and it doesn’t want to cause pain. It only wants to shine light in dark places, it only wants to help. But it wakes up with a fury and fills every inch of him to the brim and the overflow spills right out of him, lifts him right off the ground, makes his voice a resounding thunderclap when he yells, “GET AWAY! You’re hurting him!” 

Staggering back and shouting in alarm, the agents begin firing, because humans in a panic are trigger-happy creatures, even well-trained ones like these guys must be. Every round fired disintegrates the second it meets the glow pouring out of Mikey, disappearing before it can do harm. 

“Holy shit,” Leo says, eyes wide. It’s the way Mikey imagines he probably looked at Leo, when everyone else feared Raphael was a lost cause but Leo put his hand on Mikey’s shoulder and told him, I’m not giving up on him. I’m not leaving him behind. A sailor lost in a storm and their first glimpse of the lighthouse in the dark, close enough to save them.

“Hold your fire!” the man in the black suit barks suddenly, his voice viciously angry. “I did not clear any of you to fire!” 

Mikey doesn’t care who the scary Men In Black guy is, or what reason he has for tracking Mikey and his brother down, or why he’s calling the dogs off now. He cares about helping Leo get back on his feet, scooping the crutches up off the ground and getting Leo’s arms in them, and staring right into Agent Sunglasses’s stupid face while the supernova burns and burns and burns inside him. 

Try it, he doesn’t say. Just try it. If the Krang couldn’t take my brother from me, what hope do you think you have?

He feels Leo’s arm slip around his, locking them together at the elbow. Leo’s ninpo, a soft breeze instead of the playful gale it’s supposed to be, weaves through Mikey’s own to lead it. 

‘Like this,’ the wind tells the sunburst, guiding it through the process it wants it to take the same way bigger hands used to guide a smaller Mikey through katas, readjusting his arms and poking him playfully on the beak when he scrunched it in frustration. The golden portal that opens beneath their feet costs him nothing, appearing as effortlessly as Leo’s spinning blue ones always do. 

The agent’s face goes slack with shock the second before the turtles disappear. 

They land on the sofa with enough force that it almost collapses, and Leo makes a pained noise, hands pressed to his plastron like he’s trying to contain a full-body ache with sheer willpower. Mikey scrambles off of him and falls off the sofa for his trouble. His clothes are prickly, like he’s covered in static electricity. A magazine left on the coffee table begins to move, pages flipping as if in a breeze. One of the beanbag chairs lifts up slightly, like gravity has gotten lighter in that specific spot. 

He feels too big for himself. There are multitudes inside him, a million different things that are all true at the same time. He’s still so angry, and he’s still so afraid, and he’s still just Mikey, who couldn’t be what Leo needed him to be until the last possible second. 

Just Mikey, who Leo saves his best smile for. Just Mikey, who Leo hugs like it’s the easiest thing in the world to bring another person that close and trust them right next to his heart. 

“You’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” Leo says, like it’s another truth Mikey can keep for as long as he wants. Forever, even.

There will be hell to pay when their brothers get home. There’s a brand-new danger their family needs to be made aware of. Leo tried to leave him behind again and it reopened a wound that was still raw and healing.

But for now that wild star in his heart doesn’t need to burn so bright. It can put all the furniture that began to float back down and go back to sleep. And Mikey can press his face into the cracked print of Leo’s favorite Chappell Roan hoodie and say, “Hope you enjoyed your last taste of freedom for the next hundred years.”

Leo laughs, but doesn’t let go of Mikey right away. He clings extra hard for an extra long minute.

He would have left, Mikey realizes, but he didn’t want to go. When he was alone on the Technodrome, staring down a monster and a portal and the truth of how to save everyone, he didn’t want to go. If there was any other choice, he would have taken it. He would have come home. 

Mikey isn’t Leo, who will do what he has to do no matter what it costs himself. Mikey isn't Raph or Donnie. Mikey is and always has been the spoiled baby of the family, who will do exactly what he wants to do and damn the consequences. He’ll tear a thousand holes open in the universe if that’s what it takes to keep his family together, and if the Hamato ancestors don’t like it then they can come and take their ninpo back. 

They can try, anyway. 

[kyojurokoibito]

#5/10—kyojuro rengoku x reader

stealth. that is the skill of which you embodied at the moment.

your eyebrows furrowed as you kept your breathing low, your footsteps light, and body controlled. many skills were required for the demon slayer corps, and stealth was definitely one of them. the element of surprise was always an advantage when fighting demons.

however, your stealth was not being utilized for slaying demons at the moment.

you continued to creep down the hallway of your estate, being careful not to drop the contents in your hand. upon arriving to the desired door, you carefully slid the door open. you peeked inside.

'good...still asleep.'

you entered the room, closing the door behind you. creeping towards the bed in the center of the floor, you crouched down before crawling onto the bed, straddling your beloved kyojuro's waist.

his peaceful expression while he slept always brought a flutter to your heart.

but, you interrupted his sleep by gently pressing your lips onto his. not that he minded.

you couldn't help but smile as you felt warm hands clasp around your waist, tenderly keeping you in place. you went to lean back to separate the kiss, but kyojuro followed suit, keeping his lips secured against yours as he rose into a seated position.

he kept you there a little while longer before pulling away, a vibrant smile etched on his face, "good morning to you too, my love!"

"morning, kyo! oh, hang on." you remembered the purpose of your sneaking around your own estate in the morning. you held up the neatly packed bento boxed tied nicely with a ribbon. "i made your favorite for breakfast!"

kyojuro is a huge foodie(it's cannon, bite me.) he absolutely loved it when you shared a meal, had him try new recipes, or anything of that nature.

"greatly appreciated, love" he kissed your forehead before reaching for the box. you pulled it away from him.

"nuh uh," you shook your head, untying the box. "you aren't lifting a finger today! i'll be feeding you myself today!"

he let out a hearty laugh, "is that so? i do not mind you feeding me, if it is what you desire, but what for?"

"it's your birthday, silly!" you smiled at the sudden realization that flashed across his face. "how could you forget your own birthday!"

"i suppose it is because i don't celebrate it often," he laughed.

"well that changes now," you picked up some of the food in between the chopsticks before raising it to his lips. "say ahh!"

he happily complied, closing his eyes with a delighted hum as he savored the taste of your food.

"TASTY!"

you laughed at his outburst, before picking up another cluster of food and feeding it to him. this continued for a while, you feeding kyojuro, and him making joyful outbursts with each bite. just as you were about to feed him another, kyojuro gently took the chopsticks from your grasp.

"hm, are your full?"

he shook his head before copying your action from earlier. "say ahh!"

"but i should be feeding you," you jut your lower lip out in a small pout. "it's your birthday!"

"well," kyojuro paused for a moment before smiling and bringing the food to your lips. "consider this my birthday wish!"

"mmmh...alright, guess i can't deny you that." you allowed him to feed you, and eventually the dish was empty.

kyojuro set the empty box down before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. you smiled up at him before placing a gentle kiss to his lips.

"happy birthday, my beloved kyojuro."

[journalsouppe]

Ghost trick!!!! Loved this game it was exactly what I expected from a Shu Takumi game. I do hope they plan to make a sequel or crossover, I really loved the mechanics of this game.

Writing typed below! (plus some extra commentary)

Rating: 9.3 Played: Su 2023 Port: Nintendo Switch Favorite? Y Replayable? Y Recommend? Y

Comments:

LOVE missile

really fun premise - you died and don't know who you are

DON'T GET A CONCUSSION MISSILE

not the PM erotica T-T

LMAO Payne and Wright

the kazuma pose (skull)

I'm in love with Cabanela

Lynne not again T-T

Sissel in the painting...

NOT THE FEET OUT AT WORK T-T T-T

omg the security camera murder and the meory are different. I know your tricks Mr. Takumi (I didn't realize Yomiel shot the gun twice here LMFAOO)

mmm... chicken kitchen

is everyone in love with Lynne?

I'm actually so obsessed with the Ghost Trick art style

ALL of your medicine????

he's already dead... and they used an electric chair.....

THIS IS SO FUCKED UP

chicken kitchen and execution fates were really fun

man I really want an AAxGT crossover

love how oversized all the objects are

MISSILE IS BACK AHHH and he has different ghost tricks omg... then how did the lamp know about mine

so many mysteries omg I love it

how was I supposed to get sissel to the top (skull) (I was genuinely stuck and when I restarted the level it spawned me at a different place LMAO)

SISSEL? IN THE PARK?

HE SAW ME AND TURNED TOWARD THE SCREEN (Skull)

but his name wasn't sissel... who is the lamp....

love this crazy arm contraption

red suit man had radiation in his body... so I/Sissel died near it... but who am I... (I forgot about the cat LMFAOO)

Temsik... kismet... mmmm kismet (kismet is the name of my favorite restaurant)

STOP looking at the screen

yomiel...

I WAS YOMIEL'S CAT T^TT^T

ZAM RAY WAS OLD MISSILE

little Lynne T-T

Sissel has temsik...

Game Dev Notes

really fun animations and character design

unique gamplay - I love moving thru objects

love the character dialogue - great humor and timing

extra puzzles and challenges similar to professor layton

characters have tons of personality in design and posture

LOVE the cool toned shadows on the sprites

great music

fun and sweet ending credits

Summary

Shu Takumi has done it again (even though this is a remaster lol). What and incredible mystery game with really fun mechanics. There were definitely a couple times I was stumped on what to do or was stuck bc I missed my window of opportunity, but I think it worked well since the puzzles were difficulty and you couldn't just immediately breeze past them all. I also really enjoyed gaining missile's abilities later and having to think of the puzzles in different ways. The characters and animations/sprites were really fun. There's so much personality in them without even saying a word. The game also reveals character information in a really good way as you slowly learn more about the mystery of the game yet also feels like you're getting farther from learning who you are. I also just love how this game is just made with so much love for Takumi's real pets and how Sissel ended up being Yomiel's beloved cat... what a sweet ending oh my god. Each level had such a fun and unique design while also adding a twist to the puzzle, like the stealth level or submarine sinking level. The game also has many unlockable achievements to encourage replayability as well as concept art and other illustrations to unlock. There's so much added to this game and you can really feel the love and care the team put into this game, I hope there are more Ghost Trick games in the future or hopefully even a Ghost trick x Ace Attorney crossover -- I wonder how that would play out esp with Maya's spirit abilities. All in all, such a sweet and fun game. Not too long either. Can't wait to replay it to get all the achievements and make fanart!

[imsparky2002]

JuleRose July: Romance Headcanons

Canon (in the future): When Marek was younger, he liked to refer to Juleka as "Tall Mom" and Rose as "Small Mom".

Class of Heroes: JuleBeast and Roselle often dance in the ballroom and will switch between who's wearing the dress and who's wearing the suit.

Class of Villains: QRC loves to hide in Juleficent's robe so that she can surprise the other heroes and her fiendish friends. Also, they love to refer to eachother as "my queen".

Monstrous AU: Draculeka loves to nom on SkeleRose's neck since she has no blood.

Ghoul Squad: Rose Frankenteen makes all sorts of cute little trinkets showcasing her love for Jubella, and in return, the vampire loves bridal carrying her during battles.

MiracLympus: Juletemis is the only one able to see AphroRose's true form. Also, she calls Jules "Cutepid" due to her bow and arrow.

WereMiraculous: As a duo of tracker and hunter, they are completely in sync with one another on hunts, not even needing words to signal a scent or a chance to kill.

Animal AU: Piggy Rose loves being nuzzled by JuleClaw. She also often hops onto her back and goes on rides.

DC AU: Feline Shadow always used to go into Rose's shop and give her precious plants and gifts, even before she became Thorne. In turn, Rose was the only one besides her family who knew her secret identity and she helped out her beloved kitty queen with new spots to rob.

Marvel AU: The Cloak of Levitation loves wrapping around Miss Marvelous as a sign of Doctor Odd's adoration of her.

Phantoms of Paris: Juleka makes illusions that enchant Rose and in return, Rose uses her powers to give Juleka emotions of bliss.

Batraculous: Stealth Bat is always giving Love Bat stealth hugs.

Barbie AU: Jules and Rose received engagement rings with gems from the diamond castle as gifts from Mindy.

Actor AU: Juleka and Rose are constantly kissing at interviews and tours to show that they're a lesbian couple, and that Zagtoon is to scared to admit it.

Land Before Time AU: The two dinos have special roars and chirps they created just for eachother. This way, they can always identify the other's voice in times of crisis.

Caveman AU: As the inventor of hair dye, Juleka's first dye she made after one for herself was for Rose.

Akuma AU: Reflekta likes to transform people into flowers that can still scream for her girlfriend.

Shadyverse: Juleka will often carve Rose's name into people's prized possessions, and even into their skin.

Lemme know what you think in comments and reblogs and happy JuleRose July! Short stories will be coming soon for some of the AUs. @artzychic27 @msweebyness @nerd-chocolate

[pain-suffering-even]

types of weapons the hunters would use pt. 2

this time, the draw sword guild, definitely not my favorites :)

goto ryuji:

his sword is really cool, actually. a very nice ruby red. i think he would have a long sword and short sword (kind of like the daisho, a matched pair of japanese swords). otherwise, he would just use his hands. or his teeth. i think he just doesn't really care too much about how it's done, as long as it gets done

sugimoto reiji:

it's not stated in the manhwa what class he is, so i head canon him as an assassin because i think there's only one or two that are canon. so, i think he would have a dagger for short-range kills, and kunai and shuriken for long-range kills (slightly inspired by genji from overwatch's kunai and shuriken setup - the green even matches his usual suit...)

tanaka kenzo:

his fists suit him as a tank-esque fighter. if not that, then brass knuckles (slightly inspired by seo seongun from lookism... beloved...) also i just think he likes to get hands on with things, if him during the jeju arc gives us any clue what his fighting style is like

tawata kanae:

i think a two-sided spear or scimitar would be cool. she also has double blades as it is, so i think she just likes working with two instead of one. higher level of efficiency and all

as i was adding photos... i realized... what this was inspired by... lmao

yeah. that fits her for sure

fujishima tatsumi:

i think he would use things more for looks rather than efficiency, so anything cool or unique... a scythe seems up his alley. something like ruby's scythe (especially because it also works as a gun - and i think the engineering mind i've head canoned for him would love to fiddle with that and make it abysmally powerful)

ishida mari:

i headcanon him as a ranger because i think there's literally only taegyu otherwise. so he would use a compact bow as his main weapon (inspired by the chiron form of the coronacht bow), but he also uses a rapier. he strikes me as a rich kid that studied abroad in london and learned fencing (i know it's really specific but those are just the vibes i get)

shimizu akari:

she has her giant golden battle axe. i also think she would know boxing, so she has short-ranged hand-to-hand combat down

kumamoto atsushi:

he doesn't really need a weapon, since he has a strange fighting style, and i headcanon he transforms like yoonho. but... something blunt, like a mace or a club. maybe nunchucks? or something similar to the playful cloud weapon from jujutsu kaizen?

hamada kei:

they're an ice type mage, so they have a varied attack pattern, but i think they would like a bowstaff or a baton (inspired by nami's clima tact from one piece. it even has the bonus of controlling the weather through temperature - which kei can... sorta do, lmao). something to easily knock-out any monsters that get near them so they can run before they throw up. really, it's more of a back up weapon, since they would take anything out before it got too close to them (inspired by this video!)

izawa ippei:

the actual canon assassin. well, i headcanon he likes collecting all sorts of weapons and learning how to use them, but his go-to would be something slightly ranged, like a spear (inspired by maki's from jujutsu kaizen) or a scythe (i think something simple like the one from soul eater would suit him best)

hoshino minoru:

i also headcanon him as an assassin (i mean, look at that raid outfit - you can't tell me that's not built perfectly for stealth and a better range of motion!), but more short-ranged and borderline fighter style. i think he has a sickle for quick chain kills, and an old dagger for sneak kills. (sickle is directly inspired by percy jackson and chronos' sickle, but i don't think we ever got to see it in a movie, but something along these lines would fit well. dagger is more of the hunting/gutting knife from the hannibal nbc series)

well... that about wraps it up! i tried to get more visuals from media this time instead of just googling the weapon type from the internet. there are some pretty cool weapon designs already out there, unique ones that always catch my eye. i just like weapons a lot lmao

[theofficersacademy]

　　　　 　Happyland: Week One

The arrows on the ground lead you to a small clearing at the edge of the jungle, the canopy dense enough to wrap the space in cool shadow. Immediately, you notice the small platform made of driftwood at the other end, and behind it, an unremarkable thatch hut. Not knowing what to expect, you look around at your allies as you all drag your luggage into the shade and wait with bated breath for something to happen.

All of a sudden, the clearing fills with the hiss of palm fronds rustling in the wind, and a voice from someone, somewhere, calls: "Annnd here's your host: Emcee!"

Out onto the stage hops a one-legged statue dressed in a suit, arms waving at you all. You think it might be smiling, but you can't really tell.

"Thank you, thank you! Welcome to Happyland!" They say when the palms quiet. "The place where you can win your way to happiness! You may have noticed that you've each been given a strip of cloth in one of four colors."

Weaving through the audience is a white-haired girl handing out bandanas in alternating green, red, yellow, and blue.

"These are your teams! Your goal will be to work together with your teams in any way you can to score Happiness Points! The happiest team will be named the winner at the end! And we'll have a very special prize for you, presented by the beloved Ringmaster!"

The palm fronds hiss in the breeze again, and the statue swings their empty eyes across the crowd. "Of course, my lovely assistants have made sure that you'll have plenty of happy games to play, but entertaining the viewers might help you out, too! Now then, let's see what's in store for you this week:"

　　North Island: Stone Cog

Past the central island to the north is an island covered in dense, wild jungle, as if it's been left to grow on its own for centuries. As you cross the rickety bridge that spans the strait, you catch the distant sounds of strange screeches and unusual birdsong.

"This is the North Island!" says Emcee, stopping you at the foot of some ancient, moss-covered steps ascending into the hills. "At the center of this place is a very old, very mys~ter~ious~ temple said to be full of wonderful treasures."

If you crane your neck, you can see a glimpse of the temple's stone crown peeking out above the trees.

"How do you get to the treasure, you ask? Excellent question! I'm sure you've guessed that you can't simply stroll inside. There are vengeful spirits and vicious beasts guarding the treasure, so you'll have to be sly to get around them. And what's more! Ancient ruins full of enigmatic puzzles will block your way, so you'll have to work together with a teammate to solve them. Just remember: don't get caught!"

What to expect:

Suitable for those who favor feats of stealth and dexterity.

This game will be entirely in the Discord server and will operate in the chatplay format with added rolling mechanics.

This game will be a relay, with only two players per team playing at one time.

Players will report to the North Island location at the start of the week and will be restricted to interactions within North Island.

　

　　　　　　　　　　　East Island: Naughty or Nice

"Welcome to the East Island! It's suuuper cute, right? ♡" The white-haired maiden guides you through a surreal but beautiful landscape full of lush flora and greenery immaculately designed. You spot a false moon hanging up in the air spilling forth a waterfall, a castle far off, houses shaped like shoes… But the area that Diana takes you to is a picturesque and spacious greenhouse filled to the brim with magical plants you could only imagine— flowers of eternal frost, plants that spew forth little pyrotechnics, etcetera.

(Unless, of course, you've been whisked away by the Morfisians before, in which case you might not be that surprised by the assortment on display here.)

"We'll have a tea party here! You'll be tested to see if you as a group have a good judge of character. Things might get pretty scary if you choose wrong, heehee! ♡" Melodic laughter erupts gently. "And after that… well, let's say it'll be a test of endurance~!"

What to expect:

Suitable for those who favor feats of athleticism and perception.

This game will be entirely in the Discord server and will operate in the chatplay format with added rolling mechanics.

This game will be separated into three segments, each with their own deadline.

Players will report to the East Island location at the start of the week and will be restricted to interactions within East Island.

　　South Island: Creature Campaign

"Um, behold!" The crest beast-like creature flares its wings grandly at the vast terrain behind it. All that greets the eye at the moment is sprawl of rolling grassland in front of you, crested in hills and dotted in meadow flora. But far, far off in the distance, you think you can glimpse the outline of mountains towering against the clouds. (Do these islands even stretch that far?)

"The... The South Island is home to the Creature Campaign! Scattered through the many... um, many..."

Faltering, the crest beast flaps its wings in a fluster. Then seems to right itself. "—terrains! Many terrains, yes, of this place, you'll find all kinds of beasts you've never seen before. Big. Small. Magical. Um. Mysterious. Your aim is to tame the finest selection you can, finer than anyone else."

"If you're a— if you're a creature whisperer, then brave the creature campaign!"

What to expect:

Suitable for those who favor feats of insight and authority.

This game will be guided in the Discord server, but all writing will take place through dash threads.

Players will report to the South Island location at the start of the week and will be restricted to interactions within South Island.

　

　　　　　　　　　　　West Island: The Gauntlet

"Ta-dah…"

It's with little fanfare that the boy stands before you, arms spread in a wide, muted flourish - his attempt at making something of the vastness behind him. Desert-like, the island extends a surprising ways. Cacti stand unusually tall. A tumbleweed rolls past. A single building sits a ways in - a tavern, some might say, though the sign clearly indicates a saloon.

Beyond that, it doesn't look like there's much, though the horizon sometimes flickers 'neath the sun, leading one to wonder if there is perhaps more to the place than meets the eye.

"It's kind of plain... Sorry… But, ah, welcome to the West Island!"

For now, you've been set up on the coast, where a not-so-elaborate obstacle course has been organized.

"This challenge should appeal to the more straightforward of you… The Gauntlet will test your courage, stamina, and coordination. If you're confident in how well you navigate through physical hurdles in your way… then you can probably make it through without wiping out. Probably. Maybe. Hehe."

What to expect:

Suitable for those who favor feats of athleticism and dexterity.

This game will be guided in the Discord server, but all writing will take place through dash threads.

Players will report to the West Island location at the start of the week and will be restricted to interactions within West Island.

　

How to Play:

Week 1 begins on Monday, August 5 at noon EST and ends on Friday, August 9, at midnight EST.

This week, the cap for participants is 12 muses per game.

If your muse opts to spend their week playing a game, they may not also participate in the objectives.

If your muse opts to play a game, they are locked to their game's location until the week ends. They may not interact with muses on other game islands or the Central Island.

Rules for each game will be explained in the respective channels at the start. Elimination rules and quantity may differ between games.

The main IC game events for the duration of the week will count for one thread mastery upon meeting the usual requirements.

"W-W-W-Wait!" A flurry of feathers flies back into view. "I almost... forgot..." There's something still unsettling about seeing a bizarre crest beast talk, much less act like this. It's doubtful that sweat can form on the mask-like growth of its face, but you get the impression of it anyway.

It seems to be looking for something, muttering to itself. "Oh no, he'll be so mad at me if I lost it... where is the— there!" It yanks out a piece of paper in one fleshy talon.

"D-Don't forget! The viewers are always watching! And they too must be pleased! ... Um..." It leans in closer to the paper as if squinting. "D... Doing so can boost your team's chances of success with one-of-a-kind bonuses. If you're someone who thinks they can make an impression to an audience, then step right up! Remember, the viewers are looking for four things from you: your, um, eye for sensation, plot, intrigue, and... and... strategy."

The paper is stowed away, and the beast gives an emphatic flap of its scaly wings.

"The viewers are kind when they're satisfied. If the games aren't your strong suit, then maybe... that can be your goal this week instead. Sometimes, playing it safer like this isn't so bad, right? Um... should I be saying that publicly?"

　

Viewer Rating Objectives, Week 1:

This week, the audience wants to see...

A dramatic confession! 　　score required: 7 　　success: bonus to one chosen teammate's score for week 2

Someone provoked into starting a fight! 　　score required: 8 　　success: one chosen teammate gets first choice on signups for week 2

A complete transformation with a makeover! 　　score required: 8 　　success: charm and stealth bonus to one chosen teammate for week 2

A profound heart-to-heart asking for advice! 　　score required: 12 　　success: protect two chosen teammates from elimination in week 2

A heartfelt bromance (or bramance) for the ages! 　　score required: 14 　　success: athleticism bonus to whole team for week 2

A heartpounding escape from the jaws of death! 　　score required: 10 　　success: mystery ticket

The unlikely hero swooping in to save the day! 　　score required: 12 　　success: nullify two chosen teammates' banes for week 2

The tragic tension of unrequited love! 　　score required: 10 　　success: deduct from another chosen team's score for week 1

A bold stunt pulled off to impress a crush! 　　score required: 10 　　success: mystery ticket

Someone duped into eating something truly revolting! 　　score required: 12 　　success: nullify two chosen contestants' boons for week 2

　

How to Play:

Week 1 begins on Monday, August 5 at noon EST and ends on Friday, August 9, at midnight EST.

If your muse opts to spend their week completing an objective, they may not also participate in the games.

If your muse opts to complete an objective, they are locked to the Central Island for the week. They may not interact with muses on other islands.

If selected, you will be privately DM'd your objective at the start of the week. Do not share your objective with anyone OOC in order to prevent metagaming.

Objectives will be capped at 2 takers each.

Your muse is free to decide how they would like to complete their objective. They may choose to reveal their objective IC to others, or pursue it organically.

When the week ends, if your muse has successfully completed their objective, submit the link to the corresponding interaction to the masterlist.

To reach the score needed for the bonus, your muse will be evaluated on a scale out of 5 by the viewer base on the following criteria: 　　1.　sensation: the drama, comedy, or shock value employed in their objective's completion 　　2.　plot: the quality of the larger narrative they've built around their objective's completion 　　3.　intrigue: the quality of individual or interpersonal development over the course of the objective's completion 　　4.　strategy: the cleverness of their approach, as well as how it tied into teamwide or individual success Pass or fail will be determined based on the cumulative total of their scores in these areas. Your muse may plan their approach accordingly.

Mystery ticket rewards will be randomized from a selection ranging from nothing to very big prizes.

Muses pursuing objectives will not be susceptible to elimination.

　

If you have read all instructions, your muse may make their week 1 selection here.

Signups will close on Sunday, August 4th, at noon EST.

[goddevouringserpent]

tagged by @miseryscrowned to take the "Which D&D class suits your personality?" (or, in this case, your OC's personality) quiz. took me ages because I have been so busy & stressed out I am starting to lose track of time, but wat ever we stay silly and take things as best as we can take them~

putting it under a cut because I chose not one, but two OCs for this, and as is often the case with me I started rambling and this got long as hell, lol.

in light of the DLC release date announcement, I'm back in WOTR mode and rotating my beloved wrathful girlie at washing machine speed, so!

picrew credit

Kaija (she/they), my most developed Knight Commander. who, yes, has a canon class, or... sort of canon? IDK, she's a Sword Saint/Vivisectionist, but I've been contemplating a different build for the run I'll do once the DLC comes out—probably will still be martial heavy, but we'll see... anyway, I just wanted to see what class she got assigned based on her personality LOL

and the result was:

Rogue

You’re a practical and unusually resourceful person with big dreams that may or may not involve copious amounts of money or treasure. You’re ambitious, you know what you want, and you’ll do whatever you can to get it. Some people might think you’re selfish, but you know it’s important to take care of yourself first. You thrive under pressure and you might have a bit of a mischievous or chaotic side.

Arcane Trickster subclass

Some rogues enhance their fine-honed skills of stealth and agility with magic, learning tricks of enchantment and illusion. You’re an adaptable person who likes to cultivate a range of skills and interests. Once you decide to pick up a new skill or hobby, you’re more than willing to put in a little time and effort to learn how to do it well. You like to feel competent and powerful. You’re not always the most direct person and you may sometimes hide your true thoughts and feelings behind lies or misdirection. Some people might not know what to expect of you, or you might be a bit misunderstood, but you’re capable of a lot more than some people give you credit for.

and I'll admit the result really surprised me at first because I've never seen them as the roguish type—she is quite literally built like a wrestler, roughly 190cm tall, contains multitudes of rage & does not have a single subtle bone in her—but upon reflection I can definitely see it, especially considering how the test openly states that it assigns a class based on personality, not mechanics. the descriptions given match really well, too; INSANELY resourceful, ambitious, materialistic, selfish, chaotic, adaptable, hates feeling powerless/needs to feel like the strongest and most powerful person in the room at any given time, rarely if ever shows her true feelings, often underestimated or not taken seriously despite being more than competent enough to deserve a different treatment... so yeah, fair, she would make a really good rogue! might keep that in mind for the aforementioned new build plans hehe

also: fun result considering one of the characters I ship Kai with—and who is essentially her "endgame" pairing in terms of being a healthy, loving, long-term relationship—is Woljif... who is an Eldritch Scoundrel 🤭 meant for each other~

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then, because I am equally as excited about Shadow of the Erdtree releasing soon (June release dates for both DLCs, in fact... I'm gonna eat GOOD this winter break 😌), my Tarnished Yunia! aka the other she/they I have been spinning in the vortex of my thoughts 24/7, and who hilariously enough could not be more different from Kaija if they tried lol

art credit (and also sick as hell modern fit design credit)

Yunia got:

Cleric

You’re dedicated, caring, and probably a sucker for happy endings. You spend so much time helping other people that you might forget to take care of yourself. You’re very idealistic and have a strong sense of faith in your beliefs, which may be actual religious beliefs or just your personal moral code. You like to be prepared for a variety of situations and you may have a bit of a protective side.

Nature domain

Gods of nature are as varied as the natural world itself; from inscrutable gods of the deep to friendly deities associated with particular springs and groves. You feel comforted by nature and you’re drawn to the outdoors. You want to do as much as you can to take care of our world and you wish other people would take environmental concerns more seriously. You might come across as a calm and easygoing person most of the time, but you can have a surprisingly vicious side when someone violates your principles. You’re not afraid to confront harsh truths and you generally have a practical and realistic outlook on life.

Cleric tracks, it's a ridiculously good fit for her thematically—their entire Character Thing is passionate devotion towards the House of Caria (and later, to Ranni & her ideal for the Age of Stars) which overrides even their most basic self-preservation instinct at times and is pretty much, like, the core of their identity. so in a D&D AU, Yunia being a cleric of the Moon goddess Ranni would work out extremely well: following her dogma to a letter, doing everything in Ranni's name and to serve her earthly purposes, drawing from that very faith and dedication to find their own power and way in life, hopelessly in love with Ranni but shh don't tell anyone

Nature domain, on the other hand, I did not see coming, but the description works... ish? like, I'm not sure Yunia is particularly concerned about environmental issues in their source material LOL (even if there is quite a lot of shit to be concerned about, but that's probably on account of the Lands Between being an absolute shithole at the best of times <3), but in a modern AU I could definitely see her going for something like Environmental Sciences, yeah. being a protector-type with very firm beliefs is, again, a core part of their personality, & it's more likely they'd find themself working with flora or fauna because she is just Not good with people at all lol

(the part about having a "surprisingly vicious side" is 100% true though and I hope one day I can write any of the fics involving her I have planned, because that would be SO much fun to delve into :3)

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tagging @hate-not-wanting-a-name (Zimka and/or Fixer? Zimka and/or Fixer maybe? my beloved little guys perhaps? 👀), @takers-flames, and UUHHH whoever else wants to do this, feel free to say I tagged you / mention me in your post so I can see! I'd tag more but I'm pretty sure that most of my mutuals' OCs already have assigned classes lmao 😭

[the-force-awakens]

Comic Poe is so pretty.... Live action Poe is pretty, too, but comic Poe doesn't get enough appreciation

comic!poe means so much to me, oh man. Those comics got me through some very rough years, but yes!!!! Yes he is so pretty in the comics, I swear no one draws him quite as well as the artists in the series (especially Phil Noto).

There are so many wonderful moments in the comics with him, and so many pretty beautiful shots of him that I'm utterly obsessed with. Plus it gave us Poe in the stealth suit, and the training scene my beloved

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Got a few more until tomorrow

1: you said in a earlier post they like spider-man, I don’t know if you played and beaten the spider-man game with the white spider (2018 ps4), but what’s their reaction to that one scene in the game at the end with aunt may? Speaking of that just now playing the “3rd” game on the ps5, pretty amazing! No pun intended lol

2: what type of jokes do they enjoy? puns, toilet humor, dad jokes, dark humor,etc…

3: if there was a video game starting the two what type of game will it be? Like Gotham knights, mortal kombat shaolin monks, maybe like Arkham knight where you play as one character only but you can change characters in certain fights, etc…

4: in universe, did Jake come up with sky bird on the first try?

5: any alternative outfits for Chris? I did saw a flame bird type suit for Jake.

6: I saw an earlier post seeing Jake in a Robin outfit, was he like the fifth or sixth Robin for Batman? Or just become Nightwings sidekick?

Sorry for the lateness @gothicghost2000 but If I may…

1. Oh…tears. So many emotions pouring out of them, as if the earlier final boss fight against Doc Ock was bad enough for those two

2. Primarily they’d wordplay, snarky quips, quick witted one liners (For Example, from the film 300; “Our Arrows will blot out the sun” “….then we will fight in the shade”), dark comedy that often deals with recently deceased on Jake’s case (mainly as a defense mechanism when he’s left with no options but to investigate suspicious passings and has to do examinations of the body(ies) as per his detective skill in forensics) and finally, slapstick, Three Stooges style slapstick

3. Somewhat a hybird between classic Arkham Knight style open world with individual cases across a city or few and some stealth missions, 3D beat ‘em up, and for boss battles, 3D fighting with plenty of space to move around whether on ground or floating in the air a la the Budokai Tenkachi and Raging Blast Dragon Ball games. There’s exists in the menu a Fighting Mode that pertains to that last style of play with a small character roster fetaung not just the Duo but also both close Allies (for example Mar’i and Jon) and foes (some DC staples including Deathstroke and Zsasz or some newer villains they the two encountered recently)

4. He sort of did when he debuted his brand new blue Discowing colored outfit when helping Nightwing and Starfire take down a HIVE Five robbery. All he had prior to that small adventure was his moniker having bird in it so when the villains are beaten and some news reporters ask him about what his mantle is named, Jake took only look at a blue sky above and hastily said Skybird as a means to get out of their bombardment of questions. The next morning, the papers declare him Skybird and the rest was history

5. He’s currently coming up with a dark purple and grey Sleath version of his Nightwing suit which can enable him to blend into the shadows during spying missions since while his blue can theoretically work out fine enough, a darker color scheme can help better if he plans to pick up on schemes being plotted more up close

6. Mainly Jake as a ‘Robin’ was limited in being Nightwing’s particular partner during patrols and capers in Bludhaven, similar to when Cass was briefly operating as a Batgirl in Hong Kong. For the official Robin who does work alongside Batman at Gotham, that honor (at least in this fanon verse of mine but I digress) goes to Jake’s beloved uncle Tim(my) Drake. Jake transitioning to the Skybird mantle further solidified that notion of being technically his own mantle that just so happens to take heavy inspiration, tactics and aesthetics to The Boy Wonder.

[dextraicarus1994]

The first drawing I did of My beloved OC on Autodest Sketchbook from this year. 🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕

During the months I been getting better and his design had been changing but the basics are still there. Meet my oc Marcus Williams (this is the first drawing in Autodest Sketchbook I did this year, my boy without his tac suit, just half naked because back then I was learning how to use the app of Sketchbook) and down this description you will see his art gallery. If You want to know more about him, I will answer all the question you can have.🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹👉👈👉👈❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤

Here is Marcus profile and lore:

Name: MARCUS WILLIAMS

Alias: Black Wolf /Chicago Vigilante / The Devil of Chicago.

Occupation: MARSOC "Marine Special Operations Command" (former), Vigilante, Demon.

Skills: Stealth, Hacking, Superhuman Strenght, Speed, Knives Master, Motorbike Master Rider, Combat Hand to Hand, Parkour.

Date of Birth: May 22th, 1985.

Place of Birth : Chicago, USA.

Age: 38 years.

Nationality: American (however, there are rumors that he has British heritage thanks to his father who hails from the UK).

Hair: Black.

Eyes Color: Green.

Height: 6'8" (2,03m).

Build: Muscular and athletic.

Facial Hair: A beard that covers his face except for the chin.

Features: He is brave, fearless, humble, courageous, resourceful, loyal, most of time a serious guy, generous, a bit self confident, respectful, considered, hardworking, daring, adventurous, honest, intelligent (some enemies thinks just because he is a big guy, he is just muscle and not brains, when he is complete the contrary, he is a tactical guy, study his prey and then attacks when they least know it), charming when he opens a little bit with people, reserved, protector, polite, calm, a bit grumpy, skillful, thoughtful, trustworthy, lovely, obssesive when it comes into getting his objective.

Distinguishing Feature: At first stay, people can see the 5 scars that cover his face (three covering his right side of his face and one on his chin, and the burned scar from his left side of his left eye), especially the burn scar on his left eye (in a mirror looks like is his right eye, but is left technically) and the intense green color of his eyes. Without the top clothes, it shows that he has a crisscross scar on his right pectoral and a large scar on his left pectoral, a little scar between the middle of his torso and left pectoral (mirrored could be look as right), a scar on his left side, another scar on his left clavicle, three claw scars on his left shoulder and his back is full of deep burn scars.

Skin tone: Natural Beige with a bit of Warm Beige

Dominant Hand: He is skilled with both hands.

Clothing Style: Marcus usually wears black leather or military pants, a gold belt, a black leather jacket with an almost wine red shirt underneath and wearing leather gloves without fingertips.

Affiliations: MARSOC "Marine Special Operations Command" (formely).

Story: Once a MARSOC soldier, who was part of a Black Ops special team who dedícated to extraction, infiltration and rescue from innocent people until disaster struck in an operation that forced him to leave the squadron and later the MARSOC forces.

For a long time he wandered looking for his purpose, being a vigilante on the streets of Chicago who took care of various mafias and gangs, becoming a fugitive by the police, however, he was never caught.

During one of his missions, which consisted of rescuing the daughter of a CEO from a proliferated company at a Gas Plant, a tragedy occurred in which unfortunately, the girl dies and along with her, Marcus too, however, a strange entity brought him back to life as a demon, a creature that would feed on corrupted souls that got in its way and for every evil life it took, his penance to be able to achieve redemption would be settled.

However, a price would be paid for each soul: little by little his humanity would be lost until someone could help him control the monster he had now become and face enemies fron the past and present who seek him either to settle scores or consume his power.

However, Marcus will not be alone in this crusade, counting on the help of beings that he never imagined were real and that were only myths and tales of cultures that he believed to be superstitious.

At the moment, his home resides in Chicago, taking care of the mafias that surround the city, enjoying the rock music of the 80's, his motorcycle and dressing all rocker with his leather jacket and pants.

Likes: Marcus is a whiskey lover, motorbike lover (don't touch his bike if he doesn't let you), his leather jacket, 80's rock music, bring justice to innocents, to get mad his enemies to the point to made them going into madness after facing his demon form, driving on desert roads. Also as a fit person he is used to eat food that balance a good health diet, but sometimes he would eat a piece of chocolate cake once for a while (especially if the cake was made by his mom).

Dislikes: Justice not being served, Corruption, abuse of authority, innocent people getting hurt, criminals, children getting hurt.

Okay!!! I... I would love to share with You my beloved OC demon boy Marcus Williams.

[legend-the-goblin-man]

The Ol' Velseb Smile: CH 2

Chapter Two: Devil's Daughter Peering At Death's Door

Lowkey I was finishing up chapter two as I was getting on AO3 to set up an account - not realizing how it works - so here's the second chapter.

TW Heads Up: Blood, Grief, Violent Outbursts

Once again apologies for poor Spanish. Reyes is primarily Spanish speaking so I try my best.

While Bob was out hunting his daughter was out and about town enjoying the holiday. Despite Bob being in town, not very far away, the two would not encounter each other tonight. Bob was too fixated on his cannibalistic hunger and wicked craving for vengeance to break out of his tunnel vision of hunting Lila or those close to her. Bob, also being a parent, knew that if he couldn’t kill Lila then taking her son’s life and leaving nothing behind was a good enough way to make her suffer just as she left him to rot alone. Unfortunately his tunnel vision left him with little mental space to better observe and pick his targets properly. He left a victim lying outside of a haunted house - a quick snack in his eyes. He never considered who his daughter might have become acquainted with within the past five years before satisfying his hunger.

Aconite Velseb all things considered was having a very fun Halloween. Being a twenty-one year old adult trick-or-treating is out of the picture at her age so she finds fun in her own ways. Regardless, she still wears a costume. Ever since she was eighteen she’s dressed up as Sam from Sam and Max: Freelance Police, even holding her beloved Max plush under her arm to sell costume fully. Grey blazer, matching slacks, same shade fedora to complete the suit, underneath the blazer is a white button up with black and blue necktie, and lastly a set of brown work boots. To give herself a bloodhound-like appearance she has a headband like long, fuzzy, floppy ears and a shiny black clown nose. 

She’s made it a tradition to make some festive themed goodie bags to give to friends and family. Making a massive tour around town to make sure everyone gets their sweets. She finds walking around town on Halloween to always be a delight, getting to see the costumes and whatnot. Usually she’d do this trip around the town with her best friend or a few mutual friends from their circle or her partner if he isn’t working. However, this year everyone made plans or was working. Streber and their mutual friend group through him: Ethan, Aria, Confi, Leon, Liv, & Blaz are all doing a haunted house. Radford, who Aconite wasn’t very close to but he was Rick’s friend so she’s friendly with him, was working at the Theatre - scary movie marathon for the holiday. Rick was working his first day at Candy Club. Lastly her aunt was planning on having an easy night at home and her cousin was out trick-or-treating with his best friend. Aconite had already dropped off goodie bags to her aunt, Rick, and Radford. Her next stop was the haunted house then she was going to walk around a bit longer before going back home to give her cousin the goodie bags she made for him, his friend, and his friend’s sister. This year she made an assortment of monster themed peanut butter cookies - skeletons and ghouls - as well as bat shaped brownies. 

She entered through the haunted house through the back discreetly so she didn’t bump into any visitor, ruining their immersion. She slipped into a door hidden from view of those walking towards the exit. It was a simple prep room. There was makeup and tools lying around in the dim room. As she heard shrieks and occasional laughter start to dim down she cracked the door to pear out to the spooky hallway. It was a tight hallway, rich crimson walls with flickering candles and hanging sheet ghosts, but there were wooden entryways perfect for slipping behind for a hint of stealth. She knew he friends put a lot of effort into this and Streber was extremely excited about it so she wasn’t going to ruin anyone’s fun. The closest two were Liv and Blaz - nearest to the exit. The pair were focused on eerily watching any coming from the entryway Aconite slipped towards them with ease, expertly not making any noise with her heavy boots. She gave them both a light tap on the shoulder without any words. Understandably their haunting facade faltered in the shock and Liv almost let out a shriek but caught herself.

Aconite quietly chuckled at their reaction and handed them a goodie bag each with a bit of a cheeky grin at managing to give them a fright. “Happy Halloween.” Her words poured out with lazy confidence as she sneaked deeper into the haunted house to hand out more goodies. Whenever she heard footsteps she leaned against the opposite side of the hollow frames in the hallway then right before the visitor could confirm the specter in their peripheral vision she’d silently sneak to the other side of the frame, perfectly into their blindspot without detection. Once the visitor would move on, so would Aconite. This carried on until she finally made it to the entrance, covered in thick fake cobwebs. 

As she stepped onto the old wooden porch she lifted up the goodie bag intended for her best friend she’s known since high school. Her eyes shut with mirth and a wide smile on her face as she greeted her friend. “Hey Strebz I snuck through the back to bring snacks! Got you some batty brownies-” Her eyes opened with a lazy smile but it soon twisted into disbelieving horror at what she saw on the porch. The goodie bag fell to the ground as she clenched her beloved plush closer to her. “oh god no,” Her words were little more than a mortified whisper. Curled into a writhing fertile position, clenching a bloodied stump of a left arm, was Streber. She quickly sat the plushie by the doorway and scrambled down beside her friend. He was alive but bleeding out and clearly in shock. She lifted him with her right arm, pulling him against her, while grabbing her phone in her other hand. “Don't worry buddy. I’d never leave you like this.” The fear and sadness was slowly melting away. Adrenaline took control over her mind with each pump of her heartbeat pushing blood filled with fight or flight instincts through her entire body. Despite the intensity of her heartbeat and the waves of nauseous coming in and out she was overtaken by a calmness. It was a voice in her head telling her over and over to fix it. Fix the problem. Fix the problem now! It kept hammering into her head putting her into fight mode to power through any fear and doubts that would stall others. A deep logical instinct that didn’t allow any room for feelings or personal opinions until the danger had passed.

“C-Connie?” Streber called out in a confused voice as tears slowly dripped from his horrified eyes. Aconite didn’t respond outside of a nod as she began to relay information to the emergency services dispatcher. When the voice on the other side of the phone informed her they could get an ambulance in about forty minutes her eyes bulged and a deep, worried, frown overcame her expression.

“Forty minutes!! He’s missing an arm!” She repeated with hostility.

Streber’s expression became empty with the new information. He stared off into nothing. The tears stopped flowing as his mind turned to grim acceptance. “This is how I’m going to die…?” He asked in an utterly defeated voice. He didn’t wait for an answer before he continued. “I just wanted to make something fun.. I just….” His voice faltered as regret consumed him. In all reality he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. However, it’s difficult to not feel responsible when it was your choice to be at that place at that time - even though there was no way of knowing there would be such a horrible outcome. Aconite looked down at her best friend, briefly stricken with horror at his slow acceptance. She’s silent, unmoving, as she looks at him. Her mind both empty and trying to find any immediate solution.

She gets an idea. She doesn’t know if it’ll work but anything is better than watching her best friend bleed out as he contemplates in real time about how he’s dying. She looks down at her phone, going through her contacts. Her tumb presses down on one called ‘Tio Reyes’. The call goes through and she immediately starts speaking to the person on the other end.

“Tio reyes necesito ayuda. Mi amigo si esta muriendo. Hay poco tiempo.” Her voice is quick as she speaks. Her expression has gone from silent horror to a focus stare ahead as her brows furrow.

“Lo que está mal con el?” Tio Reyes responds. Streber is looking up at Aconite with a mixture of confusion and desperation. He’s never heard her speak fluent Spanish like that. He didn’t even know she was bilingual.

“Who are you talking to? Are they going to help?” He stared at her desperately wanting some kind of reassuring answer. However, she just looked at him with an examining stare, barely any emotion to it. The lack of emotion to her sent a bit of a terrified chill of his spine. They’ve been friends since high school. They’re best friends. She’s just helping him. Right? “Connie?” He continued to look at her for some kind of reassurance. None was given.

“Brazo amputado.” She squinted her eyes a bit. Giving a studious look to the stub of an appendage on his left side. “ Izquierdo.” 

“Connie..?” Streber tried to call out to her again, noticing how she was staring at his mutilated limb. He didn’t want to admit it but he was feeling a bit scared at the uncertainty of the situation. In his heart he knows his friend wouldn’t take advantage of his vulnerability like this. However, the survival part of his brain was questioning everything that was happening in front of him.

“Tienes el otro brazo?” The person on the other side of the call checked.

“No.” She quickly said after giving the rest of the porch a surveying look.

“Levanta el brazo.” Following the instruction from Reyes she repositions Streber so he’s laying on the deck and his mutilated appendage is lifted. She has her phone tucked between her shoulder and her ear so she can use her hands with ease.

“Connie what are you doing?” Streber’s voice is filled with dread as she has a tight grasp on what’s remaining of his arm, lifting in an upward angle. Once again no response - verbal or emotional. “Why are you ignoring me?” His eyes flicker in a mild panic desperately trying to not give into the fear that was creeping up in him.

“Terinado.” Her voice is sharp as she waits for the next instruction.

“Cubra la herida con un vendaje limpio.” Reyes further instructs. Aconite not having a first aid kit on hand simply slides her gray blazer off of her shoulders, careful not to drop the phone, and removes it from her person. Once the blazer is off she carefully wraps the mostly clean cloth around the bloodied stump, using the sleeves to make a secure knotted wrap around the wound.

“Terinado.” She repeats, another instruction completed.

“Disminuya el sangrado lo mejor posible. Luego haz una entablillar. No demasia do apretado.” Reyes’s voice continued to guide her and she listened to nothing else around her. She won’t lose her best friend here. Aconite lifted Streber up with ease, being the titan of a woman she is, and begins to walk into the haunted house with him in her arms. She needed to get him out of the puddle of his own blood.

“Comprendido. Gracias, Tio.” She responded with gratitude as she held her first and best friend close to her. Feeling more certain Streber was going to be alright her expression softened a bit as she looked down at him with his face pressed in her shoulder. She could feel tears and his snotty sniffles soak into her button up. She let out a breath of solemn relief knowing this will pass. It’s terrible and it was scary, but it’s going to pass. She saw Leon walking up towards her, Confi was right behind him. They had clear concern on their face as they saw her carrying Streber and Streber clutching onto Aconite with his good arm - his other arm is not visible clearly from how she’s carrying him with his left side pressed against her.

“Did something happen?” Leon asked a bit panicked since it was clear something happened.

“Why isn’t Streber at the entrance?” Confi soon joined in behind Leon, more confused at the situation than picking up on the severity. Neither of them could fully gauge the severity at the moment.

While thinking of a response Aconite quickly remembered the fact that during blood drives they typically give you cookies or donuts to help replenish blood cells. Liquid intake would also probably be good now that she thought about it. 

“Ayudarán los brownies y el agua?” Aconite quickly asked Reyes just to double check. She knows the man isn’t an encyclopedia but he is pretty ancient and knows a lot of helpful information.

“Si.” With that confirmation Aconite snapped her head towards Leon.

“Grab me those brownies laying by the door….. And the rabbit plush.” Her voice was impatient and her eyes were soon focused ahead on where she saw the prep room.

“Who are you talking to??” Leon tilted his head at her previous sudden Spanish, overlooking the command she barked at him.

“GO.” She snarled at him with a viscous look. She then turned her glare toward Confi who cowered a bit under her looming figure. “Confi get some bottles of water! I’m going to the back room!” Aconite’s voice echoed through the haunted house. The howling command got the attention of their other friends who walked trailed behind her as she kicked open the prep room door. Confi opened a cupboard and quickly grabbed a cup then started to fill it up with the nearby watercooler. Soon after the rest of their friend group walked in, Leon hastily jogged in with the specified items in hand. Aconite starting to feel the adrenaline wear off sat down on the floor with Streber still in her arms. “Puede finalizar la llamada ahora. No puedo ya que estoy cargando a mi amigo.” Aconite concluded to Tio Reyes, not willing to let Streber out of her grip. She heard the phone call end but didn’t reach to grab her phone to put into her pocket. She held Streber in her lap, trying to get him in a comfortable position. She’s just happy the shock is keeping him from screaming in agony. She’s surprised he apparently didn’t scream initially, there’s no way the haunted house would have continued operating if they heard Streber scream. 

Now with his missing appendage more visible the rest of the friend group begins to recoil in horror at the tragedy before them. Aconite in the meanwhile starts to scan the room for some kind of straight beam she can use as a makeshift splint. She sees a decent looking wooden ruler. Before she can ask someone to grab it Streber curls into the crook of her neck as he starts to sob more clearly.

“It - It was a guy in a d-devil costume..” He chokes out between snot and tears as he hangs onto his best friend as if his life depended on it. Aconite’s pupils shrunk. She was hoping the description was just a coincidence. “He- H - He was huge. He ripped it off li - like it was noth- n - no -nothing.” He whimpered on, recalling the horrific details. Wanting them out of his head anyway he could get them out. Aconite trembled a bit as she pulled her best friend closer to her. She knew exactly which giant man dressed as a devil would rip off someone’s arm. She really didn’t want to believe the reality out of anyone her father could have mutilated it had to of been her best friend. She almost lost he best friend today. “People k - kept walking past me… they thought it was fake!!” Streber wailed out into her neck, digging his nails into her button up. He hiccuped and sobbed as he rambled on. “I was going to…. I… Nobody helped me…! I - I -” His words turned into gasps for air and his gasps reverted back into choked sobs. Aconite shooker her head, shaking herself free from the grim thoughts flooding her mindspace. She pulled Streber back and began wiping his tears away with a pained expression on her face.

“Could someone hand me that ruler on the desk?” Her voice was tired and her eyes barely staying focused as she stared at her distraught friend. “I still need to make a splint.” Ethan nodded his head and quickly retrieved the ruler, handing it to her. “Thank you…. All of you.” Leon and Confi seeing Ethan’s take to action quickly rushed over to hand what Aconite asked them to get her. She continued to dry away Streber’s tears until they eventually slowed down and his breathing was more manageable. With dexterity she grabbed the ruler and began to readjust the blazer sleeves to affix it to the nadaging to make a temporary sling. After that she silent turned her best friend around so his back was leaning against her and starter to try to hand him the cup of water. He began to drink it after accepting it with his right hand. She nudged the brownies toward him. He eyed them and set the cup down. Ethan actually sat down in front of him and opened up the baggie. He started holding out the brownies toward Streber with a comforting but still concerned smile. Streber accepted and took a bite. Nearly choking a bit when Ethan started to make jokes. He seemed to be calming down a bit. There were still wide eyes and tears, but he was doing a little better.

“I’ll stay with you until the ambulance arrives, bud.” She reassured him.

“Thank you.” He responded with a shaky voice as he swallowed the brownie.

“Sorry this is the best I can do.” She says somberly looking at makeshift bandaging and sling. She didn’t bring her messenger bag with her today. She deeply regrets not coming prepared for an emergency. You never expect an emergency but that is sort of the reason you always carry a first aid kit… for when you do need it. “If you have any clue where the rest of your arm is, we could salvage it with some ice.” She tries to be positive about the situation. Aconite knows Streber has always been a massive nerd. He loves making things. Losing an arm would be most likely detrimental to his passions.

Streber freezes as his mind clearly goes back to a dark place recalling the events. Aconite regrets asking after seeing him like that, having to think back to figure out where the arm could be. “He ate it.” Streber says in a hollow voice. Aconite twitches a bit, with anger this time. There goes any suspension of disbelief it was her dad. There’s only one devil cannibal that’s graced this town. She stops gritting her teeth as a joke comes to her. Bad timing, maybe. Funny as hell, she thinks so.

“Raw?” She mused out loud in a curious tone. “Damn, eating another guy raw is more of a June thing than an October one.” A tired grin plants itself on her face hoping the joke lands. To her relief it does as Streber begins to cackle a bit. “Laughing??” She says with a joking incredulous tone. “I thought you were supposed to be traumatized or some junk.” She continues to goof. Despite the dark humor of the joke, the mood of the room is a bit lighter now.

Streber swats his good hand at her. “Shuush! Shuu! ShuushhH!” He hushed her in between laughs. The group soon begin to keep trading off jokes until emergency help arrives. Aconite watches on with concern as her best friend is set on the gurney and taken to the hospital. She stands on the sidewalk as the ambulance drives out of view just staring. She almost lost her best friend. The words hit harder than expected. What if she stopped by the haunted house first? Before the attack. Would anyone have checked on Streber in time? Would visitors been able to tell reality from fictitious? How much time would it have taken to have lost her best friend? As the ‘what ifs’ fade away a sense of regret and sorrow wash in like a salty tide adding sting to the fresh wound. She can’t help but wonder if there was anyway to prevent this. It was her father who attacked but at the same time Bob wouldn’t have even known anything about Streber. She’s tried visiting her dad, the prison kept him too doped up to even talk to. There was no way to even tell her dad about any of her friends. She can’t think of a scenario where it was intentional, but she still can’t help but be pained by how out of any psychopathic killer and any vulnerable person on Halloween it had to be two she was close to. 

Minutes after the ambulance leaves her view the local officers begin to pass by on their cruiser. Jack and John she recalls. When they see her standing on the sidewalk they give each other a glance before pulling over. John had a cigarette lit and Aconite’s nose curled at the stench. She was used to fumes and smoke from a grill but cigarettes always smelled disgusting to her.

John speaks first. Jack watches nervously from the driver’s side. “Aconite Velseb, correct?” The pair of cops knew this was a rather unorthodox way of delivering the news, typically it’d be left to the state, but they are right here so they might as well get it over with. Aconite quirks a brow and nods her head at him, not certain where this was going. She remembers how the first few times her father broke out right before Halloween she’d be questioned a bit due to her relation - not by the local officers specifically. Since they never found any correlation, authorities stopped asking her. She wonders if this is going to be an impromptu interrogation. What the officers actually have to inform her of made her blood turn as cold as ice. “Ah, Miss Aconite we hate to deliver the news but since we are all here it’d be best to let you know as soon as possible.” John carries on trying to be as respectful as possible. “Bob Velseb…” He tries to find the best way to word that him and his partner shot and ran over Bob multiple times. He figures leaving out the fact they were responsible, even though it was in the defense of others, is the best choice. “...is dead. He was run over by a vehicle after not checking both sides of the road.” It isn’t a lie, technically. Bob did indeed not check if a car was coming. John gives Aconite a nervous but sympathetic look as condolences.

Aconite stares at him with sheer horror. John picks up on how the news was very not well received and decidedly checks with Aconite if she needs a ride home. Aconite shakes her head in response with a thousand yard stare. Jack pipes up and asks if she has a way of getting home? Aconite nods her head. The specific words lost on her. She can’t think after hearing that. She was just starting to process how the whole ordeal with Streber was taking its effect on her and now… this. She morbidly wonders for a moment if by fate one was supposed to die and the other live. It’s unlikely and purely out of macabre rationality, but the human mind can’t help but wonder. The officers leave with not much to say as she sinks into the dark part of her mind from the news, wishing her a safe night and drives further down the street.

As the moment passes she pulls her phone out of her back pocket as she clutches her beloved Max plush close to her - the plush her father got for her on her sixteenth birthday. The phone rings a few times before a tired voice answers. There’s background noise of a horror movie.

“Hey Aunt Lila…” Aconite says in a drained far off tone.

“Oh sweetie, is everything okay?” Her aunt responds with concern, immediately waking up a little at her niece’s upset tone.

“...No.” She answers. “I’m going to spend the night with Rick.” She doesn’t elaborate.

“Alright then. Maybe we can talk about your night in the morning, okay?” Lila asks in a soft shaken tone. It's clear she’s a bit shaken up from something herself - most likely the scary movie from Aconite’s perspective. The young woman was too drained to fully analyze anything unusual at the moment. She needed to be somewhere else. Anywhere but around people who saw her as an unmovable titan. Somewhere she can be weak.

“.......yeah..” Aconite hangs up the call without saying anything else.

Her steps down the sidewalk to Rick’s house are very deliberate, trying to point her mind in a direction from her emotions. Call it taking a page from her father’s book but when she gets lost in emotions she can have rather… explosive tendencies. 

Rick’s house is well enough in walking distance. It’s gonna be a thirty-ish minute walk once she reaches the back road. He lives in a small converted barn in the more rural part of the town. The barn wasn’t really his taste but the retired farmer selling it sold it for a bargain with a decent chunk of land so he took it. Aconite liked it. It kind of reminded her of her father’s cabin, quiet and away from the noise of the town. She could use a familiar comfort right now. Everything was always easy with Rick to her. 

Right now though she was walking alone along a worn road with no street lights. Only memory to guide her which way to walk to reach her destination. It’s a walk she’s made a hundred times over so she’s not worried. Definitely not worried about shady people considering her flaring emotions. She’s well certain if someone tried even flashing a knife her war she’d break their arm without a thought and leave them screaming.

Thinking about the idea of it made her fingers twitch in anticipation - daring the lord to tempt her fury. Her heart quickens with a righteous delight at the faint image of a dark silhouette. Eyes locking on, she focuses on the sleek shadow as she continues walking her path. To her disappointment it is just a scarecrow. The pumpkin that makes its head is still fresh and has a beaming smile carved into its face. The festive effigy wears a bright gown with a lacy ribbon upon its hip and a sharp witch’s hat upon the sly brow etched into the gourd that makes up its head. Aconite stares down the witchy effigy with intent. Regardless if it is an entity that could cause wrongdoing to provoke her she tackles the construct to the dirt - desperate to take her bottled feelings out on ANYTHING. She’s been dealing with too much shit and she is going to make something pay for it. 

As her and the construct crash into the damp soil she growls in fury. “I really thought after everything I’d get to see my dad one more time!” She grasps the scarecrow by the collar of its vibrant gown. “Wasn’t that just goddamn naive of me!” A tormented laugh escapes her as she recalls her childhood. Born into a circumstance where she should want for nothing, but fated to lose the small things she actually wanted. When not even her own parents couldn’t be bothered to give a shit there was one man she could count as a small child. And now he’s dead. She tugged at the collar of the cloth ripping in the process before dropping the innocent effigy to the unfeeling soil once more.

She didn’t get to have her dad there when she graduated. Her fist collided with the tough outer wall of the gourd - it didn’t stand a chance. Her beloved plush falls to the dirt, momentarily forgotten in her rage.

Her father would never know she put everything into keeping Boy and Grills still running after all of the years. Guts of the scarecrow’s head spill onto the chilly ground below as her hands got to work on their own accord, beating the pulpy flesh of sinless effigy.

Tears mix with splatters of pumpkin guts as she turns the gourd into a lumpy paste. She doesn’t notice the sound of a car driving up the road or the headlights that shine upon her furious form, pinning down the scarecrow. She doesn’t even notice the car park nearby her as the driver leaves the vehicle to inspect the scene. Aconite simply starts ripping apart the straw body now that the head is utterly mauled. Enraged growls slowly melt into stifled hiccups as she tears open the effigy.

“Oh. Hey, it’s you.” A familiar monotone voice catches her ears. She freezes for a moment then slowly turns her head around. It was Rick in all of his depressed glory. His presence brought a more manageable calmness over her. His bleakness helps bring a serenity to her that isn’t easily achieved with the metaphorical hellfire that flares up in her soul.

“Yeah…. Hi.” Her intensity ebbs away as a tiredness overcomes her muscles. She looks at her pulpy and straw covered hands. Rick slowly examines the odd scene for a moment before returning his gaze more directly on Aconite. He’s seen Aconite tear small trees to splinters so this isn’t unsurprising but he is shocked at her relapse into her aggressive tendencies. Out of the two of them he really thought he’d be the one to backslide first.

His brow furrows with curiosity and slight concern. “Have a fun halloween? I quit my job again.”  He probably shouldn’t have mentioned quitting his job, it just slipped out in the awkwardness. Aconite just sort of slowly blinked at his question before processing his words. Her mind races before she lowers her head and her pupils dilate with vulnerability.

“Can I spend the night with you? I don’t want to be alone right now..” She asks in an uncharacteristically small voice. Rick's brows raised for a moment at her lack of bravado, something was definitely wrong. He walked next to her and picked up her plush from the soil with care and wiping off any dirt that stuck to it. 

“Sure.” His brow twinges slightly as he waited for her to stand up. The two hop in the car as Aconite wipes off her grimy hands on her slacks. Rick tosses the plush in the back of the car and begins to drive to his house. Both of them needed to relax and get cleaned up. It’s been one hell of a night.

[springvaletales]

((Session 63 is wrapped!))

Lex’s player spent most of the day shoveling snow out of her driveway and was thus exhausted, so Lex will just be in the background for all events of this session going forward.

We pick back up right after the restart of the time loop, and the party realized with dismay that the longboat they’d sneaked in on was no longer on shore.

Bagelby, nodding sagely: “Yep. This is a time loop if I’ve ever seen one.”

Bagelby’s To Do list:

Rescue Lord Wiggles

Escape Pirate Island

Solve the time loop??

Kill the Become the Pirate King

Sir Carl’s player is the only one so far to suspect that the time loop is connected to the dome-like shape that appears to keep the crystal mists (and coral) away from the island.

Thiori: “What’s to stop the time loop from undoing any of our progress?” Sir Carl Jaeger: “The fact that you’re still holding that map.”

I’m honestly a little impressed - the ironically named “Braincell Gang” is actually sharing the braincell today.

The party decides to go back down to the docks to find Captain Xiv, and see if he remembers them.

Despite time resetting, the party does not benefit from a long rest, so Bagelby can’t make Thiori invisible again.

Thiori: “It’s okay. The power was clearly going to my head.”

They’re about eight hours too early, and Captain Xiv and his ship (and the party’s beloved Audacity) are not at the docks.

One of the original ships is still there, however, and that strange suit of armor is propped up against a different arrangement of crates.

Bagelby fails a stealth roll while trying to sneak up onto the docked pirate ship, trips over a rope and nearly falls into the water, but is caught by a mysterious hand.

The owner of the mysterious hand is Captain Cuirass of the Forge, an 8ft tall Awakened suit of armor who can only speak in sign language, and is apparently aware of the time loop problem.

Thiori, having rolled a nat 1 to notice Bagelby talking with the sentient armor: "Hey, this crate is full of stress balls! I love these things!" *squishing sound offscreen* "Nope, that was an orange. These are oranges. I'm just gonna take some of these for later."

Sir Carl's Player: "Why do you have so many tall NPCs?!" Me: “Tall people scare me and they were supposed to scare you too but I miscalculated and you’re all just horny.”

Captain Cuirass has lived through this time loop for 700 years, and has the attitude of someone who’s already gone off the deep end a few times, collected all the T-shirts, and tossed out the filled-in punch card.

Captain Cuirass warns Thiori, through Bagelby, to be more careful, as he is not the only one on the island who can see through magical effects.

Bagelby: “Hey, so, level with me…how many times have we had this conversation?” Cuirass, signing: “Only three.” Bagelby, laughing nervously and side-eyeing the rest of the party: “Zero? Great! That’s great!”

Big reveal of the session: Sir Carl can’t read or write (without an assistant to do it for him) because he’s fucking blind and needs glasses.

The party said goodbye to Captain Cuirass and decided to head further up the island, with an ultimate goal of reaching the prison on the inner island, which is only accessible by a single long bridge on the north end.

This path would take them past the Honeywheat Farm, East Watchtower, and East Barracks, so they decided to pick one of them to be the ‘Captain’ of their tiny crew.

Sir Carl: “Thiori, how much do you know about sailing?” Thiori: “I have been on many boats.” Sir Carl: “Right. I’ll take the lead, then.”

Approaching Honeywheat Farm, the party found it manned by three Warforged harvesting the wheat, with one human overseer watching them work from the edge of the field.

Bagelby’s Player asked if he could “steal that man’s sense of worth”, and for the lols, I told him to roll for it. He rolled two 22’s in a row, so that’s happening now.

New NPC: Willis the Pirate, a human whom Bagelby literally magically pulled the Hate out of, sent him into a dissociative, existential crisis, and restored his childhood sense of self worth and adventure….all without the pirate - or his own party - noticing him. I imagine him as a grumpy Indiana Jones, complete with his own tiny Kobold baker love interest.

There is also now a tiny, sticky lizard of Pure Hate running loose on Pirate Island. That’ll be fun to deal with later.

Concerned about how long the Warforged slaves may have been on the island, harvesting the wheat over and over and over again in the time loop, Thiori tried to tell them they were free. When they didn’t understand the concept immediately, he rephrased it as them being ‘fired’.

Thiori, sadly watching the freed Warforged walk out into the ocean: “I don’t think I’m cut out for management that was hARD-”

After continuing on and approaching the East Barracks, the party convinced one of the pirates in a camp on the edge (the same unfortunate Yuan-Ti who Thiori kept accidentally half-drowning in the last loop) that they’re new recruits, and played up the same “the recruiters promised us treasure and not much else” angle that they’d used in the previous loop with Captain Xiv.

We got a little derailed talking about what types of law magical lawyers would have to practice. General consensus was that contract law was a must.

Pirate whose name I forgot so now his name is Isstun: *casually trauma dumps about his abusive father and how he’s been trapped on the island because he can’t swim and gets seasick and other pirates avoid him bc his crazy abusive father who killed his mother and kept her skull is the Pirate King* Thiori: Thiori, handing him one of Ena’s magic acorns: “Hey talk into this next time you want to escape it’ll help I swear.”

Isstun has gone a little bonkers, and his only real friend is a cobra hand puppet he made named ‘Ra-Ra’ that looks vaguely like the older sister his mother once told him he would have had, had her egg not ‘been bad’.

Ra-Ra is the holder of the braincell.

Bagelby: “Alright, well, thanks for talking with us. We’re gonna go rescue Lord Wiggles now.” Ra-Ra: “Good luck! If you end up in the prison system, we’ll come by and visit you sometime.”

This scraggly little snake teen has captured the party’s collective hearts. They will murder me IRL if he dies, so he has Plot Armor now, I guess.

Bagelby gave Isstun a shiny random gemstone from his slime pocket as a reward for telling them of a secret entrance in the Dusty Mines that led into the Pirate King’s fortress, and Ra-Ra tried to steal it.

We ended with the party watching in confusion and mild concern as Isstun ran away across the camp, ‘chasing’ Ra-Ra and pleading for his rock back.

[taudad]

After some feedback and realizing that my beloved egg bois can no longer deep strike (🥲) I’ve cut a unit of stealth suits and the Krootox to add in a Broadside to boost the shooting strength of the list

Full list below the cut, please keep sending me feedback

Ko’Shi Cadre (995 Points)

T’au Empire

Kauyon

Incursion (1000 Points)

CHARACTERS

Commander in Enforcer Battlesuit (150 Points)

• Warlord

• 1x Battlesuit fists

2x Gun Drone

2x Missile pod

1x Plasma rifle

1x Shield Generator

• Enhancements: Exemplar of the Kauyon

Darkstrider (75 Points)

• 1x Close combat weapon

1x Shade

BATTLELINE

Strike Team (100 Points)

• 1x Support turret missile system

• 1x Fire Warrior Shas’ui

• 1x Close combat weapon

1x Guardian Drone

1x Gun Drone

1x Pulse pistol

1x Pulse rifle

• 9x Fire Warrior

• 9x Close combat weapon

9x Pulse pistol

9x Pulse rifle

OTHER DATASHEETS

Broadside Battlesuits (110 Points)

• 1x Broadside Shas’vre

• 1x Crushing bulk

1x Heavy rail rifle

2x Shield Drone

1x Twin smart missile system

1x Weapon Support System

Crisis Battlesuits (195 Points)

• 1x Crisis Shas’vre

• 1x Battlesuit fists

2x Gun Drone

2x Missile pod

1x Plasma rifle

• 2x Crisis Shas’ui

• 2x Battlesuit fists

4x Gun Drone

4x Missile pod

2x Plasma rifle

2x Shield Generator

Ghostkeel Battlesuit (170 Points)

• 1x Battlesuit Support System

1x Cyclic ion raker

1x Ghostkeel fists

1x Twin T’au flamer

Pathfinder Team (120 Points)

• 1x Pathfinder Shas’ui

• 1x Close combat weapon

2x Gun Drone

1x Pulse Accelerator Drone

1x Pulse carbine

1x Pulse pistol

• 9x Pathfinder

• 9x Close combat weapon

6x Pulse carbine

9x Pulse pistol

3x Rail rifle

Stealth Battlesuits (75 Points)

• 1x Homing Beacon

• 1x Stealth Shas’vre

• 1x Battlesuit Support System

1x Battlesuit fists

1x Fusion blaster

1x Gun Drone

1x Marker Drone

• 2x Stealth Shas’ui

• 2x Battlesuit fists

2x Burst cannon

WIP 10th Ed 1000 pt list

Let me know what you all think!

Ko’Shi Cadre (995 pts)

T’au Empire

Kauyon

Incursion (1000 Points)

CHARACTERS

Commander in Enforcer Battlesuit (150 Points)

• Warlord

• 1x Battlesuit fists

2x Gun Drone

2x Missile pod

1x Plasma rifle

1x Shield Generator

• Enhancements: Exemplar of the Kauyon

Darkstrider (75 Points)

• 1x Close combat weapon

1x Shade

BATTLELINE

Strike Team (100 Points)

• 1x Support turret missile system

• 1x Fire Warrior Shas’ui

• 1x Close combat weapon

1x Guardian Drone

1x Gun Drone

1x Pulse pistol

1x Pulse rifle

• 9x Fire Warrior

• 9x Close combat weapon

9x Pulse pistol

9x Pulse rifle

OTHER DATASHEETS

Crisis Battlesuits (195 Points)

• 1x Crisis Shas’vre

• 1x Battlesuit fists

2x Gun Drone

2x Missile pod

1x Plasma rifle

• 2x Crisis Shas’ui

• 2x Battlesuit fists

4x Gun Drone

4x Missile pod

2x Plasma rifle

2x Shield Generator

Ghostkeel Battlesuit (170 Points)

• 1x Fusion collider

1x Ghostkeel fists

1x Twin T’au flamer

Krootox Riders (35 Points)

• 1x Kroot gun

1x Krootox fists

Pathfinder Team (120 Points)

• 1x Pathfinder Shas’ui

• 1x Close combat weapon

2x Gun Drone

1x Pulse Accelerator Drone

1x Pulse carbine

1x Pulse pistol

• 9x Pathfinder

• 9x Close combat weapon

6x Pulse carbine

9x Pulse pistol

3x Rail rifle

Stealth Battlesuits (75 Points)

• 1x Homing Beacon

• 1x Stealth Shas’vre

• 1x Battlesuit Support System

1x Battlesuit fists

1x Fusion blaster

1x Gun Drone

1x Marker Drone

• 2x Stealth Shas’ui

• 2x Battlesuit fists

2x Burst cannon

Stealth Battlesuits (75 Points)

• 1x Homing Beacon

• 1x Stealth Shas’vre

• 1x Battlesuit Support System

1x Battlesuit fists

1x Fusion blaster

1x Gun Drone

1x Marker Drone

• 2x Stealth Shas’ui

• 2x Battlesuit fists

2x Burst cannon

[llithiumstars]

Falloutcast on the brain