#the lore for these guys is that they were all raised by different races

[maxiezone]

Really wanted to draw something in this friend group meme after I saw @skipppppy do it with the Scooby gang, and I got inspired randomly to do it with my Ben 10 oc’s

[oneforthemunny]

eeeee my favorite game ever!!!

bouncer!eddie, angst, “say that again”

oof starting off strong with some bouncer!ed angst!! also small tw mentions past infidelity and cheating. sorry it's the lore. also they're kinda really mean in their fighting.

"I don't even know why you're so mad." Eddie huffed, hands flinging upwards with dramatic irritation. "I didn't do anything."

"Yeah, you didn't this time." You snapped, teeth clenched in such a fury you were surprised they didn't snap, crack and fall out like an old Tom and Jerry cartoon.

"Oh, here we go!" Eddie threw his head back. "Here we fucking go again-"

"-Yeah, here we go again, you asshole-"

"-Why do you always do this, huh? You always do this-"

"-Do this?" Your voice shrilled, lifting into a yell. "I didn't do anything, you fucking piece of shit! You were the one who couldn't keep your dick in your pants-"

"-Oh, don't fucking do this! Don't fucking start this! We weren't official! We hadn't made it official, you know that!" Eddie's own voice raised, rising above yours.

"Oh, we hadn't? We hadn't made it official?" You sneered, eyes narrowing in challenge.

"We didn't-"

"-We didn't but you told me you loved me? We weren't official, but you were telling me you loved me, and I was the only one you'd ever loved, and you were staying at my place every fucking night!" Your voice was beginning to scratch with how harshly you were yelling, body burning with a furious rage.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you always fuckin' bring that up. How many times are you going to throw that shit in my face? I told you I'm fucking sorry, I'll say it again- I'm sorry." Eddie's tone lacked the sincerity it usually did, the heart crumbling sincerity and remorse that it held the night he'd poured his heart out to you after. This time, it was filled with annoyance, dripping with sarcasm.

"You're not fucking sorry. If you were sorry you wouldn't be such a piece of shit, you wouldn't continue to do this. Let all these girls touch all over you, entertain them!" You jabbed a finger towards him. "Honestly, how would you feel if I let some guys do that to me? If I was slutting myself out for them the way you are-"

"-Oh, like you don't." Eddie scoffed with an eye roll. "Like you don't act like a slut to get tips. It's so much different though, right? Because you're getting money out of it. Makes it so much better."

The room fell quiet, both of you shocked by his words, the anger and harshness in them. Your heart beat thunderingly in your ringing ears, mouth falling slightly with shock. Eddie's eyes widened, mouth closing with realization.

"What did you just say?" You sneered, a much quieter tone than before, but somehow it was worse. Made Eddie cringe, a shiver running up his spine.

"Wait, ok, hold on," Eddie stammered, holding his hands out gently. "I-I didn't- I didn't mean that, baby, c'mon. You know I- I was just fucking mad-"

"-But you still said it." You grit. "So say it again. Look me in the eye, and say it again."

"What? No." Eddie shook his head. "No, I-I didn't- I'm sorry, alright? I shouldn't-"

"-No, say it. You clearly meant it." You glared at him, voice eerily even and calm. "So say it again. Be a fucking man and say that again."

"Look, I-I'm gonna go for- We need to just chill." Eddie's heart was hammering, racing so hard his head was spinning, hands shaking when he grabbed his keys and lighter. "I-I didn't mean it. I-I was just mad, and-"

"-And you think I'm a slut?" Your lips pressed together, eyes flashing in a hurt that had Eddie's stomach turning. "I'm the slut? Me?"

"Ok, I'm not-" Eddie ran a hand under his bangs, damp hairline and clammy hands running over his forehead. "I'm going to smoke, ok? Let's just- let's take a time out." His voice was rising in octave, nearly squeaky with guilt.

"You cool down, I'll cool down, and-and we can come back and talk like adults." Eddie stepped backwards, eyeballing you carefully. His heart sank when he saw your lip wobble, eyes watering with tears threatening to fall. His hand wrapped around the doorknob, knees tensing when you turned, stomping towards the bedroom, slamming the door so hard the trailer shook,

[faeriichaii]

hiii! Since your requests are open, could I ask for a Legolas × avari!reader (it's a type of elf in Tolkien lore)? I just have in my mind a repeat scene where Legolas invites Gimli and his partner to Mirkwood and Thranduil having a mini heart attack like "One of my only son's best friends is a dwarf and his betrothed is an avari".

But later on he ends up liking them :)

Blessing ~ Legolas x Avari!Reader

A/N: Hi :) omg I love it!! I struggled like a lot and idk why haha because like I kinda was lacking in a bit of knowledge idk idk but I still hope I nailed the avari part?? But yeah I hope you enjoy the story <33

Avari: a branch of elven race, who never journeyd to Aman and instead stayed in Middle-Earth

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff, Thranduil being a bit cold at the beginning :( ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.3k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Meleth Nin ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: The journey of the fellowship ended a long time ago and suddenly you receive the invitation of the prince to join him in Mirkwood, meeting his father. But how will Thranduil react to seeing his sons best friend being a dwarf and his betrothed being an Avari?

A smile graced your lips, as you saw Legolas standing beside his father. Both of them waiting for you and Gimlis arrival. You had received a letter a few weeks ago. The letter was written by Legolas, who invited you, as well as the dwarf, to meet up in Mirkwood. You remember that the three of you constantly joked and laughed about your different hometowns. Gimli, for example, always bragged about his home and the customs. You always expected to first travel there instead of Mirkwood. You especially remember that one time while you guys were eating the food prepared by one of the hobbits. The orange hue of the fire dancing away, as the laughter of the group filled the place.

“And I definitely would like to challenge the elvling to a little duel.” Gimli said, as he finished his dinner. You raised an eyebrow while looking at Legolas, who sat beside you. “Which one of us do you mean exactly?” You asked the dwarf. “How about the both of you against me? You won’t even stand a chance, so you might as well team up!” “A little bit confident don’t you think?” The elven prince set the arrow down, that he just finished. “I remember getting around ten more kills than you.” A smirk plastered his face, enraging the dwarf. “You did NOT have ten more kills than me!” Laughing slightly at their little antics, you smiled at them.

“Well, what kind of challenge would await us, if we would visit your hometown?”  You asked him, also preparing new arrows for your bow. “It’s called the rite of sigin-tarâg. We will use hammers to smash up stones and the first one to lose normally gets banished from all dwarven realms. But we will just do the challenge.” “So you want to test our strength against yours?” The elven prince asks, as he hands you a finished arrow to put away with your own. A small smile formed on your lips at his sweet gesture. “This won’t even be a test, because I already know the results. I will beat the both of ya.”

“Whatever you say Gimli.” He began to grumble at you while searching for his axe, in order to sharpen it a little more. “I think you should visit me at Mirkwood after the journey ends.” Legolas suddenly said. You halted your movements. Visit him in Mirkwood? You bit the inside of your cheek, as you thought about visiting Legolas at some point in your life. You have to visit him. The both of you are courting, so of course you have to. But what would his father think if he suddenly introduces him to you? You were an elf yes, but you were an Avari. It was known, that most elves do not like your kind. Avari doesn’t mean ‘The Unwilling’ without reason. “Meleth Nin, are you alright?” The prince carefully asks you, laying a hand on your thigh. “Yes, I am alright. I think visiting sounds like a splendid idea. But only if Gimli is also joining us.” You say, while taking his hand on your thigh into your own, intertwining your fingers. If you had to face his father for the first time, then at least you would drag the dwarf into it as well. A laugh escaped his lips. “Oh, my father will be so excited to meet the both of you.”   

And now you and Gimli were standing in front of the king of Mirkwood, while Legolas stood beside him. His eyebrow was raised, as he scanned Gimli from head to toe. “So, this is your… friend?” The dwarf let out a grunt, followed by a few grumbles at the attitude received right after his arrival. “Yes, I have told you quite a few stories about Gimli.” Thranduils eyes moved from the dwarf to you. You did a quick curtsy as a polite introduction followed suit. “My king, it is wonderful to finally make your acquaintance.” “So, you are the betrothed my son has mentioned?” His tone was slightly cold, which in result made you worry a tide bit. You didn’t wish for him to already dislike you. Especially if you haven’t given him a reason to do so. “Yes, yes I am. Which is why I am very grateful to be able to visit Mirkwood for a few days. And of course, to meet you, my king.” A small smile graced your lips, as you tried your best to get on Thranduils good side. He nodded gently at your words, before turning around and leading you through the castle grounds. Legolas walked beside you, gently taking your hand in his. “How are you doing Meleth Nin?” He whispered into your ear. A sigh left your lips, as you squeezed his hand. “I am alright. I just worry that your father might not give us his blessing. That he might already dislike me for who I am.”

Your gaze wandered to the floor. Suddenly Legolas stopped walking, making you halt in your steps. He took your face in his hands. The warmth of his palms made your face heat up, making you feel safe and sound. “Meleth Nin, I love you through middle earth and back. I only wish to spend my lifetime with you by my side. It doesn’t matter if he gives us his blessing, because nothing could ever prevent me from being with you. A soft blush dusted your cheeks. Your heart beating a little bit faster at the sweet words he just whispered. “I love you too Meleth Nin.” You whispered, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Taking his hands from your face, you intertwined your fingers with his once more.

The day passed rather quickly with the three of you being together once more. Even the king seemed to slowly warm up to the both of you, his welcoming scowl long gone. “I did not expect you to be so well read, dwarf.” “Don’t underestimate me too much.” Gimli said, as he laughed heartedly, the chalice filled with the elven wine in his hand swaying from side to side. You could already tell that the dwarf began to get tipsy from the alcoholic beverage. A small smile graced your lips at the scene in front of you, the light atmosphere making you feel more relaxed than at the beginning.

“I also must admit, that I am very impressed by your knowledge (Y/N). I did not expect an Avari to know so much about the elven history.” “Thank you for the praise my king. But it is only natural for me to know about the elven history. It is after all a very important subject and part of my culture.” The king took a sip from his golden rimmed chalice, before continuing his chat with you. “I do have to confess one more thing. That upon first hearing about you and my son’s courtship I saw it as… ill-starred. A misfortune bound to happen. I did not want to accept that he was willing to court an Avari out of all elves who roam the realm.” Legolas immediately grasped your hand, giving you a sense of security. You took a shaky breath as you looked at the king. “But now, after seeing you with him and the tender care and love you both share, I deem it cruel to rip the both of you apart. I also seem to start to grow fond of you, as well as his little friend.”

A bright smile adored your lips at the kings’ words. Squeezing Legolas’ hand, the both of you shared a look. “Thank you, my king. Your words mean the world to me.” You watched as a gentle smiled graced his lips, before they were covered by his chalice once more. “See, I told you my father would start to warm up to you. He might seem cold at the beginning but he still has a heart deep within.” The prince whispered to you, before giving you a soft kiss on your cheek. Warmth filled your heart, as all your worries disappeared into thin air. You got the blessing of the King of Mirkwood.

[cheriladycl01]

Better than me - Charles Leclerc x Reader P10

Plot: You are a rookie in your first f1 season, adding to the ever-growing amount of Brits performing in the grid

As things went, the dinner Charles promised to take you out on went really well. You guys spent the whole night out talking in a small local restaurant in Saint-Tropez that he’d privately rented for the night before walking along the harbour wall.

The conversation never actually stopped, and despite knowing of Charles for a while and having met him a few times before you got into F1 yourself you guys found out more about each other in those 4 hours at dinner than you’d known about any of the drivers in the time you’d been driving with some of them.

“Come on then, tell me something you’ve never told anyone else” he asks and you think for a second.

“When I was younger, in karting and moving up into F4, I nearly said yes to two teams wanting to take me on because I thought the other was a dream” you chuckle amused at the memory.

“No way! That would have been funny, I remember actually seeing you in the awards ceremony I must have been in F2 at that point” he sighs thinking back to when there wasn’t as much pressure on him and he had a lot more freedom.

“Tell me about your family, I bet you love having them at race weekends” you asked after taking a bite of the delicious food that was on your plate.

“Well, there’s Arthur, obviously you know him coz you’ve raced with him. Then there’s my older brother Lorenzo but we all just call him Enzo and of course my maman” he smiles and you think for a second looking up at the ceiling.

“Nicknames are bizarre right? Like you shortener that to Enzo, but why did nobody start calling him Lore?” The random questions spills from your mouth easily.

“I’ve never thought about that” he laughs.

Your connection was undeniable and you guys just fit together. It was so sweet, nothing could ruin this moment apart from one conversation.

Which of course had to be had.

“So where do we go from here?” Charles had asked you.

“What do you mean?” You ask with a slight tilt of you head in confusion.

“You know we can’t be together right? The media would tear us to shreds” he offers and you look down sadly.

Tonight showed you what a life with Charles alongside you could be like, his attentive side and how his words made you feel like the only girl in the world.

“We don’t have to tell anyone it could be just between the two of us” you smile.

“We’re in different teams … it would never work” he reasons and your eyes are starting to glass over in frustration.

“Then why bring me here!” You raise your voice.

“W-what do you mean, you asked me to bring you here?” He says looking over your disgruntled facial expression.

“No, no I didn’t! Don’t try spin this. I said you had to take me out to dinner, that didn’t mean, taking me out and renting out a whole intimate restaurant before taking me on a walk through the south of France. That’s mean” you say stepping back as he tries to reach out for you.

“I didn’t mean for you to get upset” he says, there were undertones of him genuinely feeling a little bad, but it was more blunt than usual. Like he didn’t really care how you felt but he was obliged to.

“Charles why do you keep doing this to me, I thought we just got past the rough patch!” You say, remembering everything he had put you through since the start of the season.

You thought maybe today was the day you were building a bridge with him that would be better for both of you in the future.

“Y/N im sorry but please let’s not let this stop us being … friends” Charles interjects stepping closer to you so he’s practically against you.

“I’m too embarrassed to do this right now Charles. I’m going home” you say crossing your arms wrapping the cardigan you were wearing tighter around you.

“Y/N no please don’t we can…” he starts but your ready to interrupt him.

“There’s nothing you can say right now. I’ll see you at the next race” you say before walking through the streets of Saint-Tropez on your own. You manage to get back to the hotel you’d originally had and begged the receptionist for your old room.

The next races went by and you didn’t attend any of them. However this time you did keep in contact with the select few people you knew had your back. You didn’t tell them why you weren’t coming to anymore races, just that you needed more time to heal.

Not exactly a lie.

You spent your time with your personal trainer getting your muscles and bones to slowly recover from the race. You really were having a speedy recovery and Silverstone was looking like a definite for you to be back in the car now which made everyone happy.

You traveled back and forth between, Monaco, Germany and the UK while you weren’t at the races, getting data from Audi and how the car been performing with a different driver now that your out for the last few races. And spending time with your family, in the UK.

By the time Silverstone came around you were deemed ready to be back in the car.

On the Thursday you walked through the car park, fans lining up either side screaming for you. You walked over to where they were fenced off and started signing as much as you could.

“Y/N are you all better now?”

“Y/N are you excited to drive again”

“Y/N are you scared to drive after your crash?”

“Y/N do you feel like you might be a bit rusty today?”

Floods of questions came your way, but with a smile on your face you answered whatever was thrown your way. You stayed there for around 20 minutes before crowds became too big and security politely asked you to move on and into the paddock.

You scanned in, loads off people coming up to you for pictures who had VIP and Paddock passes. You stayed walking with your PR manager who’d met you at the entrance.

“How are you feeling about the weekend?” They ask you and you turn your head in a cocked manner.

“Fine?” You admit.

“Okay, great! Well you are on the Drivers Press conference with Liam, Lando, Carlos and Pierre. Please try and keep up team moral yeah? We don’t want any undue attention” she admit, knowing Audi haven’t had the best time in public relations recently thanks to the crash and the scandal before that.

The rumours around your crash were kind of insane. Some people were saying you did it on purpose to prove a point, some people think your team were sabotaging you. Some people thought the grid were out to get you, some even went as far as to think you’d faked your drug test and were doping.

“I know, racing only. How excited I am for this weekend” you nod towards her as you guys get to the motorhome of Audi.

“Well I need to brief the team, but I’ll be sure to come grab you before the press conference” she smiles running of with her clipboard pressed tightly to her chest.

“Oh my gosh! Y/N! Alex and I have been waiting on you forever” Lily exclaims as she sees you step through the glass doors.

She grabs you into a tight squeeze that you immediately sink into. If Alex wasn’t careful you’d steal Lily from him in a heartbeat, she gave the best hugs.

“Hey, how are you guys! It feels good to actually be back here with you guys knowing I’ll be driving tomorrow” you smile softly.

“Yeah i can imagine it’s been far too long” Alex says rubbing your shoulder before offering you to take a seat with them in the booth they’d currently reserved.

“How are you feeling about the race, you definitely feel like your ready to get back in the car?” Lily fusses, like always.

“Yeah, i mean the physio said I was good to go”

“Okay, but are YOU good to go?” She pushes and you can’t help but think for a little. Physically you’d been cleared but with everything that’s happened your mind, we’re your reflexes going to be up to standard, would you be too emotional in the car and not think straight?

We’re you ready?

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[axiian19-art]

The more I think about it the more I realize that if this guys had met under different circumstances, they would have gotten along super well.

PENACONY SPOILERS UP TO 2.2 + CHARACTER LORE / STORIES

All 4 of them have lost their entire family, 3 of them have lost their entire race / homeworld (Boothill, Aventurine, Acheron), 2 of them lost these things because they were victims of the IPC (Boothill and Aventurine), and 2 of them have either lost a sibling or are afraid of losing a sibling (Aventurine and Sunday).

More specifically:

As far as I know, Sunday and Robin's parents were killed somehow, and they were taken in by the Family. Then as Sunday said Robin ended up getting shot in the neck due to trying to help others, and I think he got some kind of trauma from that and his fear of losing Robin, his sister and only remaining family, was amplified, leading to his desire to protect "the weak" no matter the cost—because to him, keeping Robin's wings "clipped" and her alive would be less painful than her being gone, and him being alone forever.

Boothill, as I understand it, was taken in by 2 people who found him as a child, and grew up in the countryside of his planet. He later found and adopted a young girl and raised her as her own, until his entire planet was destroyed by the IPC, causing him to set out to get revenge.

Aventurine also lost his sister and his entire home planet due to the IPC + his planet's own problems, and has been forced to work for the IPC ever since. It also seems like he's trying to destroy it from the inside out or at least obtain his own freedom.

As for Acheron, her entire world, as well as her memories of it, were destroyed—she's almost certainly lost people that were important to her, like the other three.

Like honestly if they all sat down and traded backstories I feel like they'd get along super well, they're all victims of circumstance and that's why they experienced so much conflict during the story

[humming-fly]

every year for my birthday I do something self-indulgent and THIS year it's me finally organizing all the doodles and lore for my kirby oc Fayre that I have yet to put on tumblr into one place!

because i love you all putting the vast majority of this under a readmore but yeah if you want a collection of doodles and vaguely coherent scraps of info about my little guy please read on and if you want to ask questions about 'em go for it i love talking about these idiots

gonna also be mentioning a few other OC's here so for the record Strix belongs to @alagaesia-overlord and Stell belongs to @aseuki, because everyone knows it's more fun being insane about something if you have company~

real quick gonna just link to the past main posts on fayre for posterity lol

Fayre Details/Backstory:

So as has already been established in prior posts fayre is a very fae-aligned little critter that pretty exclusively hangs out in the woods with their 1-way mirror mask behaving for all intents of the word like some sort of weird cryptid. In terms of defining characteristics they have a set of very odd wings that constantly emit a stunning aura that causes confusion/distress when observed at close quarters, as well as a permanent 0.0 expression that they can't change (so no blinking, smiling, etc.) which is a byproduct of their creation as a mirror clone.

How all that worked out is their 'original', Prism, landed right next to a mirror portal as a newborn and more or less immediately wandered into it - my general headcanon about how the mirror doubles work is that they're made up of Every reflection someone has made up to the point they look into the amazing mirror, but since prism only just existed her first and only reflection was the 0.0 expression of a child looking through the mirror before passing through it, so fayre is locked and loaded with that expression but nothin' else. This is also why fayre's wings are way different than prism's bird-of-paradise setup, as technically prism's back was never reflected by the mirror either so it got the randomizer setting instead.

Despite being 'born' more or less at the same time the two never formally met until many years later, as prism wandered right into the mirror world and fayre wandered right out into the primary world and neither ever looked back. Differences aside, when prism did eventually track fayre down they immediately hit it off and now consider each other to be twin siblings. (Prior to meeting Prism Fayre didn't know they were a mirror clone, but largely took learning that detail in stride, as they do with most things)

In terms of early life fayre was actually found and raised by a small village of broom hatters, who came upon this child in a little crater they'd made after falling off the cloud holding up the mirror

The broom hatters assumed that fall was what had paralyzed their face, but fortunately as the broom hatters are a race of faceless creatures themselves the lack of expressions wasn't ever a problem. Not being able to move or open their mouth means fayre can't talk with it, but instead uses the general telepathic way of speaking used by most species lacking that particular facial feature. The main benefit of that skill is being able to throw their voice and also talk in hieroglyphics if desired

Fayre stayed with the broom hatters until reaching early adolescence, after which they left to go explore the natural world - though now living on their own they do still come back to say Hi every year or so during the Sweeping Seasons.

Fayre got their wings sometime while off living by themselves in the woods, and after some trial and error did figure out a way to more or less 'replace' their wings with a funky cape (the trial and error being a learning curve whereupon getting near people with their wings would cause people to get dizzy/sick, so for a while they were wandering around in a little cape they found until they could puzzle out a way to properly tuck them away) - while the cape is replacing the wings they're more or less 'in stasis', so damaging the cape doesn't damage the wings and vice versa, and is more of a strange pocket dimensional swap than anything. Thus the cape can't actually be removed from fayre, trying to rip it off them won't hurt or anything but will probably just yank them around a bit (maybe they're somehow trading their wings with an equivalent in the yarn dimension? who knows, they certainly don't)

The wings themselves are pretty odd as they look sort of like dragonfly wings but are actually made up of individual feathers of varying traits - general consensus is they are indeed very pretty, but other than gliding fayre can't actually fly that well with them. The stunning aura on them Does keep bugs and wildlife away though making them ideal for forest exploration, and fayre will wrap themselves up in them every night when going to bed as the wings work to deter any predators from going after them, and it's Comfy

~Plot Stuff Begins~

Meeting Strix:

For quite a while Prism was the only consistent point of contact Fayre had with anyone else, and even then the two only visited one another infrequently, both happy to largely keep to the homes and lives they've carved out for themselves.

The first major change to fayre's day to day life was the introduction of another puffball named Strix, who happened upon them while looking for their wayward coworker

After conversing a bit it was discovered that Strix is actually employed as a Reaper, of the paper-pushing variety, and only tends to poke their head out of purgatory when hunting down their work-shirking coworker.

Said work-shirking coworker is also the reason strix is the only person fayre has met that isn't affected by their wing's wonky aura - spending a few centuries in close quarters with someone who puts out a very similar status effect tends to build up an immunity, which fayre tries their best to take full advantage of

Fayre and Strix managed to hit it off early on, and occasionally meet up every month or so for an hour or two to get their required socializations in before wandering back off from whence they came. Strix will often share their work bereavements, or encourage fayre to actually learn some self-defense, which is largely met with playful ambivalence, though despite fayre's general disinterest in combat some minor progress was made on strix's part

(To that end farther the line a more favorable and not at all ominous deal was struck between the two so time will tell how that pans out)

During one of these chats strix also shared some of their Tragic Backstory:tm:, which fayre empathized with in the only way they know how

These friendly meetings continued with regularity for some odd years, up until fayre accidentally rode-along on one of strix's business calls~

Meeting Stell (aka The 'Among-Us' Arc):

Unfortunately for Fayre, Strix had been called to investigate what was reported to be an erroneous wish caused by a faulty comet, one without its proper safety regulations in place. Fayre tumbled on through strix's portal and into the sidelines of an ongoing fight between strix and some new armored fighter apparently affiliated with said comet.

Hoping to avoid whatever anime-ass conflict was going on over there, fayre started drifting towards the only other point in space of any note, the giant cat-like mechanical comet. Unfortunately for fayre, whoever had maintained that comet had rigged it up with a series of perimeter defenses, which fayre became intimately familiar with as they were shot down and forced to land on the comet itself to escape the bullet-hell firing at them.

Suffering some fun knicks and scrapes predominantly on their wings fayre pushed that on the back burner with their cape and started to look for an exit from this weird mechanical death trap. (Past this point Fayre has a quasi-permanent notch in their left feather).

Thus began fayre's fun-filled two-ish weeks of impromptu among us where they had a jolly time hiding in the vents and cutting wires to stall the maniac doing their level best to eject them with lethal force

Eventually contact was made with the assailant, whose name was apparently Stell, and an agreement was brokered just as Strix finally decided to stop by again to see how fixing that busted-ass comet was going.

after that misunderstanding was cleared up Fayre finally got off that shitty comet and after being dropped off in the woods by strix managed to trudge all the way to the mirror dimension to visit prism and get some bandaids (slash bullet holes patched up)

Mirror Arc & Beyond:

Some additional fun is had with the twins in the mirror dimension, namely the whole kitten kaboodle becoming corrupted for a time and fayre becoming a bit of an asshole because of it, which predominantly ended up aimed at strix who popped by to help sort all that out

post-corruption fayre found out apparently strix took the verbal abuse personally and fixed that all right up in their own way by visiting them at their workplace

tragically for fayre's happy-go-lucky attitude they've come to be attached to strix, which only became obvious once strix relayed a recent near-death experience to them and they got to experience their first ever Bummer Emotion

making that extra fun was learning said near-death experience was caused by their good friend Stell, which in turn lead to fayre's first ever Catching Hands Emotion

fayre's emotional roller coaster topped out after more or less jumping stell in a convenience store and trying to forcibly shove their own negative emotions down his throat after he brushed off the encounter he'd had with strix (partially due to running a high fever but that sure wasn't fayre's problem) - since then they've leveled back out and are back to being the most emotionally well-balanced of the three, which is a low bar to clear but hey first place is still first place~

[the-sky-queen]

Y'know what? I'm just gonna do it. I'm gonna lore dump everything I have so far for my Darkling lore!

First of all, yes. I decided that the Darklings are a separate species from the Black Arms. Eclipse always seemed so different from any of the Black Arms we've seen to me. I just couldn't see him as 100% Black Arms when the rest of the race looks almost nothing like him.

This means that Eclipse is a hybrid, just like Shadow. (Though he's 50% Black Arms and 50% Darkling instead of Hedgehog.) Though I haven't quite figured out . . . why Black Doom would want his next offspring to be half Darkling instead of full Black Arms. I'm working on it. Darklings must have some kind of biological advantage, but I haven't figured out out yet.

Full lore under the cut!

History

The Darklings used to live on their own planet. They were free and were split up into different tribes. They were pretty civil towards each other, but the did occasionally have conflict. Then, a couple hundred years ago, the Black Arms invaded. The Darklings were massacred, but a few managed to bargain for their lives. In exchange for being left alive, the remaining Darklings would become slaves to whoever the current Black Arms leader was. So, they were taken from their home world and placed on the Black Comet, never again to be free. They were destroyed with the rest of the Black Comet at the end of Shadow the Hedgehog.

Beliefs/Religion

The Darklings didn't believe in gods, rather they believed that the spirits of their ancestors controlled the many aspects of nature and their lives. Several important ancestors had their own holidays and festivals, but most were worshipped privately among those who were directly related to them. Deceased family members were given little shrines to honor them, kinda like an ofrenda. During the Black Arms captivity, many began to lose faith, angry that their ancestors allowed this to happen.

Appearance

Since Eclipse is a hybrid, I had to decide what traits he has belong to the Darklings, and which he got from the Black Arms. I can explain my thought process more in depth later if you guys want, but for now, I'm just gonna list the traits:

five fingers

long, snake-like tail

coloring is dominated by more earthy/natural colors, for better camouflage during hunting

black sclera, eye color varies

Y'know that weird head structure Eclipse has? Yeah, they have that

scaley, but not as reinforced as Black Arms

I'll really have to draw one of these guys for you to get the full picture

Biology

Cold-blooded and lizard coded

They lay eggs

Naturally very skilled hunters

Heightened senses (smell, night vision, etc.)

Very agile (not that strong, but can out-maneuver almost anything)

Prehensile tails

*insert whatever advantage they have that made Black Doom decide his next offspring should be a hybrid*

On Eclipse

Eclipse's mother was a Darkling, and she was allowed to raise him for the first few months of his life. She taught him a lot about the dying Darkling culture and what it meant to be a Darkling in the first place. Eclipse loved his mother and always tried to make her happy. Eventually, Black Doom took him to begin his training, and Eclipse wasn't happy about it. He hardly got to see his mother or any of the other Darklings after that.

Eclipse has struggled with his identity for a long time. He was always told by Black Doom that he was the Ultimate Black Arm, but after a while, Eclipse decided he wanted to honor his mother and her culture and began referring to himself as a Darkling instead. This confuses a lot of people who don't know him very well. Eclipse doesn't usually like to talk about it, even to Shadow.

To this day, Eclipse tries to uphold the traditions of the Darklings. He puts on little celebrations for the important ancestors and honors his mother with a little shrine for her in his room. Eclipse has spent the last several years trying to draw an accurate picture of his mother for his shrine, with varying degrees of success. Shadow doesn't understand a lot of Eclipse's traditions, especially since he doesn't talk about why he's doing what he's doing a whole lot, but Shadow still tries to join in when he can and support his little brother.

Note: I just realized I've been referring to Eclipse as Black Doom's offspring when he was created by Black Death in the comics. Just to clarify, in my personal Sonic-verse, Eclipse is Black Doom's son, making him Shadow's actual half-brother. He was raised and trained by Black Doom until he was sent away to help Black Death with a conquest right before the Shadow the Hedgehog game. He and Black Death then later showed up for Shadow Fall.

[f0point5]

Charles Leclerc just in general is my Roman Empire with all the lore behind him and again can talk about him for hours.

I don't think that there is a window for when we as fans believe that he can't win a WDC anymore. Because if there is one thing about Charles Leclerc then it is that he'll fight for it regardless of the car that he has.

Il Predestinato was a name given to him by Vanzini when he was like 15 by Carlo Vanzini. Vanzini was interviewing Charles and during the end (I think as vanzini was leaving) Charles said "It will never be possible that we end up fighting for the title and it’s my teammate fighting for it instead of me." The nickname was only popularized when he won Monza 2019 but Vanzini had used it for Spa 2019 and also when Charles was in Alfa Romeo Sauber.

Charles has shown that if he has the car he will challenge and fight for wins, but also this season I don't think is as big of a hit to his abilities as people make it out to be.

Yes he is behind Carlos in the standings and Carlos has gotten a win (on a track that Red Bull, but let's be completely honest, wasn't good for Max. And Singapore is a slower track in comparison to others.) But Charles is 17 points behind Carlos. He's 17 points behind in a car that wasn't built for him, with multiple DNFs (many of which were not his own fault), and Ferrari screwing up his strategy. Charles being so close is due to his ability as a driver. If Charles was having a bad season the points difference would be similar to the one between alonso and stroll.

Just looking at Austin, Charles started on pole but finished p6 and Carlos finished p4 (before the disqualifications due to Ferrari/Mercedes not having thin planks). However, the only reason Carlos had the better strategy was because he had worn out his tyres and it forced Ferrari to pit him early.

Charles is overdriving the car, but most of the time he's also extracting more than is possible from the car which is why he has multiple poles this season.

If he doesn't win a WDC (but I do think he will win eventually), he'll still go down as one of the great drivers in F1 like Stirling Moss and Gilles Villeneuve. There's something special about Charles Leclerc that other drivers don't have.

Charles Leclerc is the kid who was in an endurance karting race on a team with his brother (I think), Jules, and some other guy and when they didn't come back after the first hour, raced for like 3 hours so they wouldn't lose first place. He was born in Monaco but raised in Maranello. He is a tifoso at heart and bleeds rosso corsa. He loves the tifosi and they love him so much that there were talks of storming Maranello to get rid of Binotto.

Ahhh this was much longer than I thought it would be but I can write essays on this man.

Yeah honestly can we talk about how Ferrari literally STOLE Charles’s Il Predestinato brand? This is not talked about enough but I was talking about it the other day, I don’t remember with whom. I feel like Ferrari has kind of appropriated the Il Predestinato lore and entwined it so much with their brand and his love for the team that most people don’t even know he was destined to be a champion before he was destined to be a Ferrari driver.

I guess you have answered the question of when will people stop believing - Never.

I also wholeheartedly believe if he had the car and the team he would fight and he could win. But I don’t think Ferrari will be that team for him. So for me it all comes down to whether he will ever leave.

For me what’s special about Charles is his lore. There’s a gold dust about him that evokes the ghost of heroes past. It’s just a magic. And I think he will be remembered regardless of whether he wins a title. But I think he wants a title. Sadly I think he wants it with Ferrari enough to be wasting time.

[nerdyenby]

Orange time :D I’m watching Joel

“I don’t support Elon Musk, I think he’s a weirdo, but his internet — I need it” based

My instinctual “don’t ask about ccs in other people’s chats >:(” but they’re asking about his wife lol

“I’ve not heard of anybody getting covid in ages, maybe it’s just cause I hang out with loads of losers who don’t leave the house”

Joel’s frickin’ voice when asked if he met Dream 😭😭😭😭

His reaction to Jimmy’s skin is priceless, oh my gosh

Sausage making lore and Joel just “…. What”

Owen sound so desperate to not be left alone with them, I’m dying

Rocket Spleef

“As long as none of us die in any of the games, we’ll be fine” so true

“Cmon Sausage, are you still in?” “No, I’m a dead man :D”

Grid Runners

They’re killing it!!

First in saw mill, we take it!!!

Battle Box

Oh that was so clean

“Those bows are killing me” literally

YESSSS SAUSAGE!!!!!

That sandwich of rounds if so satisfying actually

“Not last, yay” “What are you at?” “39th” Sausage my beloved

Sands skippers :((

Sands of Time

Dave finding the silver lining, as they should <33

Oh man that was such a tough word puzzle

Joel is getting so lucky with his pathing, what the heck??

Owen calling the gold chain parkour beautiful, he’s a different breed

Something about their comms are so natural and chill, it feels like they all have their ears open and are properly hearing each other, it’s so nice

THAT WAS SO STRESSFUL WHAT

There’s still sand in the lobby ;-;

That’s a solid score for only getting one(?) vault

2nd!!!!

Ace Race

They’re just a bunch of sweaty little guys, aren’t they /aff

Joel first!!!

Owen and Hoel holding hands :))

Joel figured out the ending and beat five people in the last checkpoint, we win these!!

He only cares about beating Jimmy lol

The “Well, that happened” energy they’re exuding is so freaking funny

“No one cares what we want, which is annoying” “no one cares about me” “why are we not the main characters” them!!

Dave is a prodigy, mhm, that’s definitely the right word for what he’s talking about mhm

“My wife texted me saying to stop throwing, so no I will stop throwing” “oh I didn’t realize you were doing that” “that was an hour ago”

Oh to be at an MCC watch party with Lizzie, Jojo, and Jack

Parkour Warrior

“Hey guys, love you wife” Joel is the wife guy of all time

Pkw when people don’t mute is just stretches of silence broken up with people complaining and I love it

Joel is killing it!!!

Owen and Dave holding hands <33

Dave losing her absolute mind lol

“This shhhhhhtuff is hard” nice save king 👍

Joel needs to not be so hard on himself, that’s an order

I think Dave might care, just a hunch

Sausage’s “angy” killed me

Hole in the Wall

Tom Holland as Dave Krtzyy in the film adaptation of the novel they will write about MCC32 Orange Ocelot’s comeback

Barbenheimer bois :))))

“I don’t know, even if Barbie dies, like, the atomic bomb killed way more than one person” DAVE 😭

Joel actually screaming then unmuting like nothing happened 😂

Yeah this event is crazy competitive

Dave is so funny and for what

I love the energy renewal after they accept they can’t close that gap

“If we’re not making it to dodgebolt, werymaking it on those gosh darn top 10 channels” real!!

Skybattle

“It was written in the stars, gentlemen, and the stars are saying slaughter them all” Dave my beloved

Dave been practicing his bomb making skills, good to know

“I know minecraft physics, baby” that’s my streamer

“Get down, I’m gonna do something stupid” we stan a humble king

Yeah I don’t feel like they did anything wrong, just nothing really lined up for them

Dodgebolt

Ye ol’ mcc1 alliance vs everyone wanting Ran to break their curse

“You better hotguy, you cowards!!”

Dave got a snack and raised a puppy

[swampy-milk]

I’m mostly unaware of your OC’s, so I’d love to meet them!

You will regret this.

(Okay disclaimer I just finished writing all this after several hours and I do not want to go back and revise/edit stuff for a tumblr ask but uhhhh..... If you wanna know more, ask more stuff, look through my art, etc...

I kind of went crazier as I went on, with each section getting longer than the last so. A. In particular, Violets in the Sunflower Patch is a setting I haven't touched in YEARS but wanna get back into, so the lore is a bit shaky and subject to change gjksdfngjdf. )

Okay here's my fucked up ramblings

So it's probably best to start with the OC that started it all.

THE WORLD ORPHAN

As much as I'd love to go into excruciating detail about every single world-building event that led to this moment, I'll try to keep things simple gkjfdnghjfd.

The Skeinkrofts are a species similar to crabs, bees, etc... They, like many other mortal species, did not naturally evolve- instead, they were crafted by a god. Though this god's name is indecipherable to all mortal tongues, the closest approximation is "The One With a Fish's Face." It's true meaning is lost, but all depictions make damn sure that that thing has a fish's face.

They call the far northern reaches Zenia their homeland- a large continent, spanning from pole to pole, home to a wide diversity of different species- though only a few mortal. These cold, frigid reaches are where the Fished Face God calls home, and where they set about creaturing the creature of their dreams. No one knows why they chose the form they did- perhaps some strange hate-love relationship with the isopod that used to live in their mouth- but they made the Skeinkrofters to be a vicious and parasitic predator. One of the older races, the other gods would eventually make their own mortals, and soon after that the destructive battlefield of divine combat would be passed down to mortals, who were far less destructive in their power-scaling.

However, as the centuries passed and gods fell from their thrones, so too did the Skeinkrofter's time approach. Pushed by a want for power, the high-priestesses of their ilk- who Humanity came to call Red Witches, due to their red coloration and trickery- pushed farther and farther southwards into the divided Human kingdoms. In a tale as old as time, the divided armies of Humanity united to turn the tide and push the Skienkrofters back. What is less romanticized in the history books is how far they pushed- going through their territory with genocidal intent.

The only thing to stop them from pushing them to extinction was a want for even more power.

Skeinkrofters are incredibly gifted magic users. Handcrafted as wellsprings of necromantic blood-magic, the Skeinkrofters were terrifying weapons- and with the right conditioning, potentially controlled.

We finally reach Igori- the apprentice. Without knowledge of who her parents were, she raised secluded in the woods under a strict tutelage of magical study. She excelled everywhere they pushed her and listened very well to her instructors, but still- she couldn't help but feel some semblance of despise. Like she was an outlier they didn't quite like having around. The way they stare at her red hair like it's toxic to be near. The way they flinch every time she tries to cast a fireball- destructive magic is forbidden, of course. The way they never let her near any dead animals at all- not even the bones in their meat. It all feels off. Maybe this is just normal for apprentices like her.

Most recent art of Igori, taken from the Inktober drawing.

(Igori was my first character :D

I've made stuff before like, as a really really young kid- but this one has stuck around the longest by far. She originally started with an idea of "what if a Lich's apprentice was still mortal, and was trying to find a way to become a Lich as well?" That idea eventually grew and shifted. She was originally a guy, but- that changed really quickly. Even before I knew I was trans, it was just a little uninteresting to me...

In fact, she's kind of the reason I started transition gkjdfnhgkfj. I was in highschool and couldn't reason like. Why, for some reason, I couldn't imagine what my future self would look like... unless I imagined them looking exactly like her gdfkjnhjfgdh. My actual egg-cracking moment came later when I first asked myself "maybe I could be a girl but only a little bit." gkjdfnhjfd.

She was my only OC for a while, until I decided I had piled way too many ideas onto just her and split her into a separate OC that was a Vampire. I wouldn't do much with her for a while outside of a concept. But what came next was years later-)

VIOLETS IN THE SUNFLOWER PATCH

Troll is a planet isolated in its own cloud of dust and debris. For a long time, the planet was host to the many different species- Elves, Timbers, Atlantians, etc... After many centuries of development, the planet reached a state of industrial revoltion. It's unique ecology- an intense equator that was near-impossible to navigate, a large central large at each pole that divided the world into two large halves, and an intense separation between the different cultures- led to a world deeply divided. This would finally lead to conflict between the central culture of each half of the world as they finally made contact. Long-standing rivalries would be formed and a constant escalation would overtake the land.

This all culminated into the space-race. A seemingly unremarkable event- people had been flying vehicles for a long time on Troll. It's low-gravity made escape velocity much easier to perform than on Earth, and would lead to a swift moon-landing, especially after learning that the moon was also habitable.

This would be rather innocuous to either empire- just more territory to conquer. Until they found the weapon caches.

Ancient weapons of untold power- locked beneath crumbling tombs, easily plundered after barrages of cannon-fire. The sudden influx of understanding led to an artificially goaded golden age. Peasants went from farming arid dirt to making e-mail accounts in just a day- and then experiencing armageddon before the end of their lifetime.

Feudal lords with the power to break cities under their fingers were unable to keep each other in check long enough as old rivalries re-sparked and new suspicion formed. A cold-war lasted just about a decade before the codes to end the world were punched-in and everyone flipped their death-switches.

As the world lit up, civilization died again. In the years after the fallout, governments grew more strict- technology was now a luxury, held only by government, the serfs even more dependent on their lords as a result. From the stars, a strange voice started humming- any radio in the world could now tune in to GODSTAR, who's randomly generated sentences held prophecies and fortunes within their many-folded scriptures. With the earth cracking, the layers of dirt crumpled away and lifted, revealing the artificial structure of the planet beneath- expanding outwards like Troll itself needed a breath after that brush with death- and from the fold, the monsters of prophetic times rushed forth and began to slaughter all. Only the technology that the lords now held for themselves could fight back, and they used the new opportunity to simply drive their mechanical-fist harder into the serf's back.

A century after the world ended, the disgraced Black Table- a brotherhood known for it's supposed acceptance and love- takes in the first ever female knights officially oathed under the Chivalric Codexes.

Most recent art of Aster (Not actually a catgirl. This was for an Inktober prompt), Sydney (On the right, shown in her Stealth Power Armor), and Devoney (FUCK I HAVEN'T DRAWN DEVONEY IN LITERAL YEARS AAAAA)

Growing up in a small village under the protection of the Black Table's knights, the three girls spent their whole lives believing the good table was protecting them with their lives. They each aspired to be knights, and would eventually be accepted in a landslide move- though, internally it was much more desperate. The Black Table needed soldiers, and anyone willing was to be chosen, and that required a sidestepping of ancient codes. A pretense of breaking the mold was a good way to sidestep any repercussions too.

Three characters this time so I get to explain each gjkdfnhkjfdgh.

Aster is an Elf! Or, in this universe, Elves are a race that lives directly over the North Pole. Once a forested land, after the nuclear winter it resembles an arctic ice-scape much more and the area around the pole had to be evacuated en-masse. Her parents were refugees that had to migrate southward into the Timberlands- essentially "baseline" humans. Fun-fact, elves can change their gender at will like clownfish. Aster was my first explicitly trans OC (during a time when I was still struggling to come out gdkfjnhkjfdg). She loses her arm and both legs pretty early on during a training accident.

Devoney is a baseline human. The daughter of a minor noble's technician, she was one of the few in the village with access to things like a working VCR and mecha anime on VHS. She grew up on great heroes depicted on the screen and aspired to be one herself. It was partly due to the pulling of a few strings that she managed to carve a little spot out for herself and her childhood friends. She would be one of the earliest to succumb to the oppressive traditions of the knights- initially optimistic in her original world-view, she quickly loses herself to a false sense of good and works to enforce chivalry.

Sydney is the final member of the trio. A delinquent child, she was abandoned pretty early on because her parents couldn't afford to keep her around. Of the three, she was the least well-off and the one with the most grievances against the current system. The Black Table was hesistant to accept her, but Dev managed to help her build up the reputation. She would constantly be scorned in the position and looked with tighter scrutiny. Ever since the beginning she questioned the true purpose of the knights, and her intentions would swiftly change from trying to change the system from within to trying to dismantle it entirely.

Sydney and Dev were originally friends. When Aster arrived, she was quickly picked out- but Dev would step in, ever the hero, to try and save her. This led to an initial divide between Syd and Aster- the former of which was concerned that Dev would abandon her if Aster got in the way. This tense relationship would only break after they were oathed in and Dev slowly started to fade out of the picture, leaving them alone together.

(Troll is a fantasy world that was brought down by old superstitions and traditions, basically. The three are gonna tear down the system one plank at a time if they have to. Dev will eventually be less of a cop and join them dw gkjfdnghkjfd

I wrote a lot for this and I might go back and write more for Igori, but. I'm like. An hour into writing dfkjgndfjhfdn

Violets originally started as a Lancer game I could play with myself. Basically, at the peak of my anxiety, I couldn't stand to be in VC with other people at all, let alone GM a tabletop campaign. I wanted to play Lancer so badly though, so I compromised and made my own campaign all for myself. Like playing with dolls, I made sprites and shit and it was really fun gkjdfsgnkdfj. Idk. Might revisit it some day...)

(okay its time to get back to the vampires-)

THE LAVENDER COURT

Varghan is a land not too far from Zenia. Long ago, the gods known only as Himself, Herself, and Themself stole away bundles of mortals from other gods in a desperate bid to appease the god's masters. However, these mortals would eventually rise up and kill the three tyrant gods and their creations with their own hands. Them fled long before the gates crashed open, Her was forced to retreat under the chaos as all their children were killed, and Him was killed by rivals who bid for his throne. On His dying breath, he cursed every mortal with a need to kill; more than a mere desire- a living, breathing, need for the blood of their kin.

Vampirism was a quiet disease, but it spread under the seams of the kingdoms of Varghan.

The kingdoms of man fell and fell again- by their own hands or invading forces- and finally, after centuries in wait, vampires went from urban legend to real kings and queens taking kingdoms in the night. Blessed with immortal life- so that the strongest may kill and kill again, fulfilling the grand tyrant prophecy told in Himself's last words- the eldest of the bloodline rose to positions of absolute power and took the wartorn Varghan into their own hands.

Lavender was a survivor of the old world- having lived through the final days of blundering Kings of Man, and the subsequent rampage of the Seven-Day War and Five-Day Occupation- her isolated village in the Silver Peaks would be taken by an emergent horde of vampires.

Taken as the bride-to-be to the Lord Skrul, she was accidentally turned into a vampire while one of the lord's court was "making his mark on her." Feral and spoiled, Skrul ordered her killed- but she managed to escape with her life by chance.

She'd spend another twenty years mastering her vampirism at Wighthold under a Lord Dimitry, where she would eventually rise to be one of his top lieutenants. After many years of conquest, a small part of her nagged still- a humanitarian soul who did not accept this direction. Her actions were flawed- guided by a primal need to overpower- and she suppressed that need as she faked her death and wandered into hiding.

For centuries, Lavender hid. She could not bring herself to a final death, unable to stop the need to eat when food was available. Still, she starved herself as best she could.

And then, one day, she found a body in the bog.

Most recent art of Black (on the left, shown as already a Vampire)

The woman was nearly dead, her heartbeat faint and her soul gripping by a thread. Lavender hungered, and yet not enough to give in to instinct. She was content to let the woman fall to her fate, or at least put her out of her misery, but she reached forward and did something else- damning her to the same curse as her.

She was appalled and angry at first, begging how the gods could condemn her to such a fate. And yet, within days, she got it. She understood it all too well- the feeding, the strength, the power. It didn't take long for her to shed her old name and take on a new identity- Black.

She was chased from her village for illegal witchcraft- a crime she had never committed. The offenses kept piling on as bitter resentment grew, and eventually she was chased out of the village- lest she be burned on the stake. On the chase, she had tripped, and the villagers chose to leave her to her fate- and Lavender soon arrived. Black's first kill was against the villagers that scorned her so. Compared to Lavender, who still starved herself and spent her days locked in her hut, Black was taking the role like she was born in the pale skin.

After a year together, their bond strengthened. Black had every opportunity to go off on her own, but she stayed with Lavender- though neither hardly knew why. It was only natural that when Black didn't return one night, Lavender would go out to find her. A far elder vampire, she was able to quickly assess that she was held in the last remnants of the Sun church.

The resulting slaughter, her first in many centuries, led to her garnering the attention of a vampire hunter- one that would manage to catch the emaciated beast after its destructive rampage. She was tortured for three days and three nights- more than just starved, the hunter lured the vampirism through her body, trying to rip it clean out. Younger vampires could be cured if the growing void in their soul was eviscerated quick enough, but one centuries old had never been cured. Lavender begged the old man to do it- to either take it all out or kill her on that rack, and the sadistic glee the paladins took in exorcising her drove her mad. With each tug of the iron and each hammer beat her blackened blood dripped and solidified- a bit of that grown monster materializing and dying. So vast was the corruption inside her that it grew and grew, becoming more and more monstrous and deformed beneath her waist where the blood pooled.

Most recent art of Lavender

As time went on, the hunter revealed more of more of his true intentions. The church had long since given up on "curing" vampires. He desired nothing more than to see her suffer as each nail was driven in, her body nothing more than a tally to see how much they could destroy and violate her body before it was entirely broken and she could only beg to be killed.

When Black finally managed to break down the walls of the fort, she already found that Lavender had broken free. Eleven hearts decorated her dripping body, one of which was still pooling fresh in her mouth. Ten dead paladins and a dead hunter, eviscerated after she finally broke free from her restraints- she could have done it long before, but she had held on for some hope of freedom from herself. Without it, she could not stop feasting.

Afterwards, she longed for death. She begged Black to put her down, but they refused. If this world was so cruel, was it not cruel to run?

If you wore the clothes of a god, would you not change the world?

Petty kings and little tyrants dotted the world over. With a body that craves destruction, you should not turn it inwards. Destroy the world around you, and pray the next is better.

And so, Lavender stood once more, and turned her attention outwards.

(And then they kissed :3 gkdjfgnbkjfnhjgf

This was the second idea I had for Igori! She would go on to conquest the world to kill every king she could find, but- alas, other plans. Other plans.

You may notice some design similarities between Lavender + Black and Aster + Sydney. They originally started as a vampire au of Aster and Sydney, but as the stories diverged more and more, I decided to roll Lavender up with my other vampire oc and merge the two. Since that merger several years ago, they've become their own separate thing. I hope their designs reflect that and aren't just copy+pastes anymore gdjfgnkjdfh)

They're gay

CURRENT TTRPG CHARACTERS

These ones I can't go into as much detail, since their stories are still being written and there's things about their backstory I don't wanna be fully transparent with yet.

Q Barghest (and Maskgirl)

A good introduction to Q would be this comic: https://www.tumblr.com/c--iiii6w6/711693697513865216/recipes-for-strawberry-jam-only-color-she-loves

Q is a Fixer in the ProjectMoon universe who is currently working in the Iris Office. She witnessed The Horrors at a young age and was shaped by it pretty intensely.

Her family was abusive and she seemed destined for a life locked away in her room until she was old enough to leave- until they were all slaughtered by a rampaging abnormality. Sparring her life, she had found a strange fondness with the very monsters that threatened all life in the City. Since then, she's grown more and more unattached from other humans, likening herself more to a presence than a person.

Some of the most recent art of Q. Maskgirl on the right.

Maskgirl was Q's only childhood friend. Calculating and cold, she could tell a person's secrets just from studying their face long enough. Q, who wore her fears and inhibitions on her face, quickly caught Maskgirl's eye as someone who couldn't help but tell the truth. The two quickly bonded, and although they're more separate now, they still remain in contact

Morg Nolastname

Another Fixer, Morg Nolastname works for Indulgence Office in collaboration with Leucotome Workshop.

Unlike Q, Morg is very private and keeps to herself. She seems aloof, only living in the present. Each day is her life- she dies at sunset, is reborn at sunrise, and her home is wherever she sleeps that night. Blinded at a young age, she sees using a spray-hose like a cane. She is a prolific sadist, finding great pleasure in the art of murder. She keeps a collection of tapes of nearly every one of her kills over the years. Those who try to pry into her past usually find themselves on tape at some point.

Some of the most recent art of Morg.

Those are all my main OC's! Of course, I have other people but- they honestly aren't as near and dear to my heart as these dummies. Or at least they aren't comin' to mind aack. I have a lot of small-time OC's that if I took the time to describe I'd be explaining every story idea I've had over the past decade dskjgnbfdkjgbndfhj

[mikaila-orchard]

...I was tempted to ignore this, but you chose to put this in the Sylvanas tag despite confessing that this post isn't for Sylvanas fans, so idk what you were expecting.

How do you make a satisfying villain arc for Sylvanas? You can't. Because at this point one cannot escape what wanting a character like Sylvanas a villain arc says about oneself as a creator.

Sylvanas' character arc was deliberately sabotaged in BFA by Alex Afrasiabi, an actual sexual predator. BFA was supposed to take Sylvanas in a very different direction, but then Chris Metzen left WoW and Afrasiabi pivoted super hard because he was pissed that Garrosh was villain batted instead of Sylvanas in MoP.

And it's not surprising that Alex hated Sylvanas, given his track record. Sylvanas' death and undeath reads to many as sexual violence, considering how Arthas went out of his way to violate her soul and even tells her it was her fault for denying him. Hers is among the most explicit, most recognized case of sexual violence in WoW's, second only to Alexstasza who was ACTUALLY a rape survivor. And in case you think she was treated any better by the narrative, in War Crimes, Christie Golden wrote it so Baine strong armed Alexstrazsa into forgiving the orcs who violated her.

Back to Sylvanas, her undeath is literally the only claim she has to possibly being a villain. Canonically. Alliance characters all talk about how the 'brave and heroic Ranger General died against the Scourge and the Banshee Queen is just a cruel mockery and we are right about this and totally don't just hate the Forsaken cuz they're gross. We promise!' Before BFA, there was no real claim for Sylvanas to be a villain. The Wrathgate wasn't her fault, every Forsaken she raises is given a choice to serve her or not, invading Gilneas was ordered by Garrosh, the Blighting of Southshore was meant to mirror the Alliance burning down Turajo (which the Alliance got a pass on, thanks again to Golden), and she called for a retreat on the Broken Shore because they were already losing, making the idea that she betrayed the Alliance completely ludicrous. The story had to twist itself in knots and break itself in half to even begin to paint Sylvanas as a villain. But Afrasiabi and others think that Sylvanas being an angry woman who suffered insane trauma is enough cause for her to have a villain arc because framing traumatized women as villains is just what Blizzard does (Kerrigan, Widowmaker, Jaina etc)

"Oh but she's always been a ruthless, amoral, complex character." Well that probably wasn't helped by the fact that different quests and story events featuring Sylvanas were all written by different people who clearly did not communicate with each other at all. Seriously. From the authors of books to fucking quest designers can just write what they want and are not obligated to listen to the on staff lore experts when they point out a mistake in their writing. And keep in mind, Blizzard is already a very misogynistic work environment up to its neck in SA allegations to this day.

"Oh, but the Forsaken have always had elements of evil to them!" Because devs and writers wanted to just have the Forsaken be an evil race and Christ Metzen, the creator, had to argue them on this for years until he got tired and left. There are devs on staff that just want the Warcraft 1&2 model of 'Horde bad, Alliance good' despite the fact that very little of the actual playerbase wants that. Hell, people to this day still argue that Garrosh shouldn't have been villain batted. The idea since WC3 was that there are no quintessential good guys in Warcraft. It hasn't stuck to that idea consistently because, again, devs and writers just doing what they want, but that is the intended outline left by Metzen (who they recently brought back btw)

"But why does all that matter?" Because you cannot divorce Sylvanas from the canon events in her life and the intention behind them by the writers. Blizzard is a deeply misogynistic company who either has their female characters be arm candy for hunky men or become raid bosses for committing the crime of being traumatized and angry at the aggressors about it. And even then Sylvanas' character arc was an egregious case of sabotage that left everyone unhappy. The Forsaken players who were watching their queen get villain batted, the Nelf players who just lost their starting zone, Horde players who were forced to suffer ANOTHER evil warchief story, and Alliance players who shipped Sylvanas with Jaina. None of them were happy. The only ones that might have been happy were Worgen mains who were itching to live out their 'mind break' fics where their shitty ocs got to rape her.

And even after taking all of that into account, you still want to make Sylvanas a villain, you have to ask yourself why it's so important to you. Cuz off the top of my head, the two possibilities are you just want an uncomplicated evil bitch (which, in that case, Azshara is RIGHT THERE) or... you're a Worgen main.

I asked this question in a discord and really only a couple people answered before the conversation derailed into complaining about the Desolate Council/mostly Calia, but I'm also gonna ask here just for more input.

(Pretty much copy-pasted from what I asked in the server:)

So in the variety of conversations I’ve seen, I’ve seen multiple people say Sylvanas’ fall into villainy “could have made sense.” And, well, I’m curious to know what people think could’ve been a more logical route. I’m just not that familiar with the character, and reading her wiki page will only get me so far. I’m asking because I’ve got an AU where none of Shadowlands happened, but Teldrassil and the Fourth War did. Sylvanas is the main antagonist. The story is gonna follow Cathala and Tarinne tracking her and her loyalists down to kill them. But I want to do Sylvanas as much justice as I can, because she’s a complex character and I can understand why people like(d) her pre-BfA.

I’m not asking so I can steal ideas, don’t worry, I’ve just hit a wall and want to see what other people — who are more familiar with the character — have to say. Or if there's an official novel I should check out (or even an "almost as good as/better than canon" fanfic), you can point me in that direction too.

TL;DR What are some ways I could make Sylvanas' fall into villainy make logical sense, with the stipulation that the Jailer isn't a factor and Teldrassil has to happen by her hand?

(reblogs appreciated because the target audience of this blog is definitely not Sylvanas/Forsaken fans </3)

[fierceawakening]

the total demonization of Phyrexia has a long history in magic, from what I vaguely remember? Wasn't Urza's curiosity about Phyrexia and desire to try and see if he could learn something of what they might have to offer the universe, treated as a character flaw?

Wait, Urza or Mishra? Or were they both curious about Phyrexia in the beginning and Mishra was just the one who decided to go with this? I’m not completely sure of the Brothers’ War lore tbh, it was difficult to gather it all just from cards.

But you’re right in any case. Early Phyrexia definitely was playing on the whole “fundamentally twisted and evil civilization the protagonist of the horror movie just has to get curious about, much to the chagrin of absolutely everybody ever.”

WOTC just made the mistake of making them too goddamn interesting to stay that one dimensional, so here we are. Or here I am, anyway.

(Also I think part of the reason I’m uneasy about the idea that becoming Phyrexian makes you evil automatically is that… it’s generally something inflicted on people. Only a few people choose it as a sort of Devil’s bargain for power or longevity, and even some of them are portrayed tragically—just look at Gix.

Where it seems to me there’s a difference in how we should look at someone who was innocent and captured by monsters and brainwashed by them, vs someone who is going into it with their eyes open and insufficiently Bothered.

But as soon as I think that, then that raises questions about how evil the average Evil Race Guy is, which, again, leads me to want some of them not to be evil without having to be blatantly unusual like Xantcha was.)

It’s the quintessential Evil Race Guy problem that has plagued sci fi and fantasy at least as far back as JRRT.

[doberbutts]

Things I do actually have a problem with:

Hair :( The human men have long hair so why not the elves? Seems like a weird choice to make in all honesty, especially with Finrod who is specifically described as having long flowing hair now sporting a shaved haircut. I’m not saying everyone needs waist-length hair but shaved sides/back are more dwarvish and human things than elvish things. The mohawk that looks right on the dwarf looks absurd on the elf, even if it’s styled fine. Similarly, yeah, sad to not see beards on the female dwarves. Disa does have sideburns (sparse, but present) but... bearded lady pretty...

The bending of canon to make it fit makes sense in some areas and not as much in others but I’m waiting until the season ends to see if they tie up these ends neatly before making my final decision on that. Having Elrond go to the dwarves seems like a weird choice when Celebrimbor is literally right there. Shortening the timeline so they don’t keep building up and then killing off characters of less long-lived races does make sense for this specific format.

Personally I think the only way to have avoided that problem would be for it to be less inter-connected ASOIAF-style and more Silmarillion-style. So like, an entire season spent on Beren and Luthien, an entire season spent on Turin, and entire season spent on the War of Wrath, etc. That being said I think that would have appealed to a much more narrow audience as the Silmarillion is well known to be the least appealing of the “widely known” books (being Silmarillion, Hobbit, and the LOTR trilogy) to new fans due to how dense, dry, lore-heavy, and flowery it is. It’s also harder for new fans to understand how everything connects without spending quite a long time on the ol “yeah hey you remember this guy from this episode? well I’m his great great great great great great great grandkid” or “hey you remember this one thing that seemed like a really minor detail? SURPRISE it’s a MAJOR PLOT POINT now” So I think no matter how you tell the story of literally anything from the Second Age, there will be complaints to how that translates to the screen considering Tolkien never wrote for the screen and never expected his works to be adapted let alone in this manner.

Again, if you watch with the attitude of “inspired by, not 100% word-for-word” similar to how comic book and videogame movies are made, where it’s set in a version of the same world but it’s not exactly true to source, it’s a much more enjoyable watch than if you were expecting everything to be exactly the same because it super will not be.

I’ve heard complaints about the only black elf thus far being a low-class elf (who is currently engaged in a slavery subplot big sigh) but also consider: that’s because most of the high-class elves are directly related to each other. Meaning if one is black they all have to be. And considering Tolkien fanboys are already shitting themselves about a single original character being black, can you imagine the pushback if the entire Noldorian line was black? Also that would directly fall into a different antiblack trope because the bulk of the Noldor have bright red, blonde, or silver hair which relies on the “dark skin but eurocentric features” trope. And then if you change that, you get people raising hell that Galadriel’s “golden hair that shines so brightly it looks like the light of the Two Trees is contained within” was changed to brown or black. But then if you don’t make her black but do make other characters directly related to her black...

While I do think there should be more speaking black characters, and especially more black elves among what Amazon is calling the “watchmen” since there’s more room to play with that than the Noldor because, as said, everyone’s related to each other for that clan, the complaint that there are only a handful of black characters is sort of lost on me. There’s dozens of shades of brown in the crowds of people. The speaking characters could use more diversity, but the world itself is more diverse than is being implied. And, to be quite frank, more diverse than Tolkien’s writings or literally any adaption of them.

HOWEVER I do agree that it’s a little yikes that the only black elf is currently engaged in a slavery subplot. I mean yeah Sauron did do shit like that, and orcs are technically super fucked up elves so he needs fresh, er, “breeding stock” as it were, but really you gotta throw your only black elf into it? He did get some moments of being a badass and in fairness there’s white elves enslaved with him but. Still a little yikes. Hopefully he will break free and continue to be a badass, honestly I’m so normal about him, really the blorbification level is at an all time low, I can be normal about an AfroLatino elf truly I’m incredibly normal about this man.

[venusararara]

WOAH OH NO!! NSFW WORDS!!

SLUTTY ANGEL ALERT??

Guys!! This is Sal. He's a royal advisor in Valhallia [alien heaven]. He's a harpy!! He's like 23. Angels usually have that round, little cherub face until they get to be really old [like 150 yrs]. They age super rapidly when they're close to death, in about a day.

Anyway Sal likes being held down and taken advantage of, he's basically every angel's cumdoll and everyone knows it. He's got a body count of roughly 89 and is very well loved. He likes to be stepped on and harmed. Sal also gets genuinely confused when someone doesn't want to bang him, like his new boss, Stacy. He speaks in a baby-talk voice.

Sal's first demon was Gatherine, his 86th [having sex with a demon for the first time and surviving is an angel milestone, commonly bragged about]. He hasn't been the same since, and is constantly asking Stacy when Gatherine is coming to visit again. This is because most angels are one-pump chumps and cum fast, and are generally not very skilled at sex. Demons are rather gifted when it comes to that sort of stuff, since they're able to explore vices as teens. Demons do not need to behave, but angels do for passage into Valhallia. Once they get there, they're allowed to do whatever terrible shit they please.

Stacy and Gatherine dated in high school, but reconnected at a later age. They have a complicated relationship, but are generally good friends. Stacy doesn't really care that Gatherine rails her advisor almost everytime they hang out, but gets genuinely annoyed when she leaves and Sal starts asking her when she's coming back right away. Gatherine and Stacy do stuff together too, and Sal is always clawing at the door. Stacy gets super pissed after and tries to sock him, but Sal would definitely cum so

Anyway

I'm in the mood for a lore infodump.

I would like to explain to you the relationship demons and angels have. They are very closely related biologically, and are raised together. They go to the same schools, and all have their upbringing in Infernum [alien hell]. Their differences come in what they're evolved from. Demons and angels both have bird DNA running through them, giving some of them the ability to sprout wings. Demons also often have some goat genes as well, but severe killer instincts. Many of them go on unintentional benders, which maims and injures a lot of creatures. Unfortunately, the targets of their sprees can often be loved ones. For that reason, nearly every demon is avoided by non-demons.

Now. The ATTRACTION. Demons have this iron-y, foresty smell coming from them, and angels think it's hot. Angels and demons both have really good noses, and can pick up each other's scents from pretty far away. Angels smell like lavender. However, because of the public's relationship with demons, angels usually avoid them. Some Omioso, a mortal race on their planet, are also attracted to their scent. There are also angels who look down upon demons, because only angels can go to Valhallia, the place where all the adult angels live. Violent, ornery angels are not permitted to live there, and are relegated to staying with mortals or Infernum. Those angels are usually the ones who hate demons the most and consider them monsters, which usually stems from trauma or stories their parents have told them about how demons were when they were kids [young angels can only speak to their parents through communication orbs, which are exactly what they sound like, since adult angels are afraid to go back to Infernum, especially the older ones. Young angels need to prove they are passive enough to live in Valhallia, so they're separated. Young angels live in these group home buildings, or with foster families who are demons. The foster system pairing demons and angels helps with controlling the hatred, although it's important to note that foster family demons are willingly on a strict regimen of sedatives so they don't go on a bender and accidentally injure their foster angel.] Gatherine is on these sedatives personally, because of Stacy and the mortals she knows.

Gatherine has had a couple of angel gfs, none of which she's killed [yet], so she has a very good track record. Because of the scent angels carry, demons on a bender will make a beeline to the nearest angel. Their meat is sweet and melts in your mouth like cotton candy. Those who know Gatherine revere her as tough, because she hasn't gone on a bender and eaten any angels. Most demons unintentionally consume their first angel as a teen, because hormones are the main contributing factor causing a demon's benders. It's very traumatic for some, but the worst of them believe it's a right of passage and having their first bender makes them grown-ups. Angel meat is an enjoyable dish, and although it's frowned upon and illegal to consume it voluntarily, it's served in dodgy bistros. Angel trafficking is a very real threat in Infernum, to the extent where there is a curfew for them to be home before sunset.

Demons who take angels and consume them do it willingly, not because they are on a bender.

Thanks for reading ily okay bye

[sugaroto]

Hehe

I'd thought you never ask😈

*THESE ARE ALL TERRIBLY DESCRIBED BY ME, IM ADDING A ☆ NEXT TO MY FAVORITES/the ones I find more interesting*

Castle Swimmer☆☆ (Fantasy) A cursed prince has to kill fish-Jesus to save his people. But they're gay👀

Jackson's Diary☆ (Supernatural) there's a green thing messing with stuff around and Jackson is the only who can see it(or is he?🤔)set in the 80s

Lore Olympus (Romance) ancient greek mythology, retelling of Hades and Persephone's story

High class homos☆☆ (Comedy, I think you've read that one- but for anyone else interested) gay prince and lesbian princess have a fake marriage

Everything is fine☆ (horror) Nothing weird to see here. Everything is completely normal 👁👄🔴

Rooftops and Roommates☆ (Comedy) Gargoyle going to human college

Morgana and Oz☆ (Fantasy) Shit happens, witch accidentally turns a vampire into a cat tries to fix it, a lot of stuff going on meanwhile

Homesick☆(Thriller) Girl wakes up and doesn't remember there's an apocalypse going on🙄

Acception ☆(Drama) Not sure what's happening but I'm so invested in their high school lives shshjs

School Bus Graveyard☆☆ (Thriller) They fight demons in their sleep in a different dimension they got stuck into

Of Dark lords and cabbages☆ (Romance) a hero and the dark prince are secret boyfriends and pretend they hate each other when in public

Clinic of Horrors (Supernatural) This is what happens when you don't wear your mask

Fluidum (Drama) okay I've missed a lot of episodes but last I checked they were trying to find a way to cure their gender dysphoria

Eaternal Nocturnal☆☆(Romance) when you fall in love with your sleep paralysis demon💘💘🥰 no jk he's a dream eater. She's insomniac. He eats her dream, she can sleep, they work out

So you're raising a warrior (Fantasy) a guardian of hell is trying to raise the son of the chosen one cause he accidentally killed the chosen one and the son needs to kill him so he can retire, or something...

Be my villain (Romance) Normal dude goes in secret dates with a super villain

Death: Rescheduled☆☆(Thriller) The purge is everyday, main characters want to change that

LMLY (Romance) I don't remember but it was nice

Evelyn and the occult (Supernatural) remember when your friends told you that if you wrote 666 on the window the devil would show up but you were too afraid to try it? Well Evelyn wasn't

Religiously gay(Romance) Angel comes to earth and meets a guy with internalized homophobia

Comics I started more recently

To the stars and back (Slice of life) sunshine x grumpy

Marry my husband☆ (Romance) died and traveled back in time for revenge

Vampire husband (Slice of life) OLD COUPLE😭💘

Daybreak (Slice of life) the comic you needed when you were 12

Night owls & summer skies☆☆(Romance) she's too gay to focus on her purpose to get kicked out of the camp cause her counselor is hot

Hyperfocus (Slice of Life) every day problems, but trans

Gates of hell☆(Thriller) ex- cheerleader video calls the prince of hell

Console her (Romance) she's rich so she hides the fact that's she's a nerd and tries to take a video game through a deal

The guy upstairs☆ (Thriller) that annoying moment when your neighbor starts murdering people 🙄

CANVAS

Boy girlfriend☆ (Romance) dude makes his bff to dress up as a girl to make his crush jealous (plot twist- they're kinda gay, and I'm surprised onyx hasn't came out as gender fluid or something yet)

Winter before spring (drama) lesbians

It's kind of a funny story☆☆ (Romance) THE MAGIC OF FRIENDSHIP

Strange and Wild☆☆ (Fantasy) city boy gets stuck in a village with mostly grandpas after he tried to rob a train with his beast, villager boy wants to learn how to summon Demons

Please don't eat me(Horror) guy who can heal himself is roommates with a cannibal

Our corner☆(Romance) pft, he doesn't know how to use the bus., main character helps

Fangs and fools (supernatural) weird roomie. AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

Race you (Romance) my boy is spending too much time thinking about his rival... kinda sus

Heartstopper☆ (Romance) Hi

Mismatch ☆(Romance) gay wizards

Ok mutuals, which Webtoons/webcomics do you love? I'm looking for recommendations if you are cool with sharing

[m6bjo4fu0]

Release

C!Ranboo x (platonic) gn!reader

Warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FROM RECENT LORE EVENTS. INCLUDING SPOILERS FROM TECHNO “JAILBREAK” STREAM AND TOMMY “DREAM ESCAPED PRISON” STREAM, slight change of lore, cliffhanger

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“He has Michael, Y/n! I can’t just run away!”

Ranboo panicked, hands gripping tight on his bi-colored hair.

“I don’t mean runaway, I meant like try asking Sam why he took him? Like what has Michael has to do with all this?”

“I don’t know, doesn’t Sam just stay in prison all day and make sure Dream doesn’t escape?”

You shrugged as you continued organizing your chest items. People on this server are known to be unorganized with items, and you sometimes go and help them organize. Today you came to Ranboo’s, as per his request.

“I still don’t get it.”

“It’s okay, Ranboo. He’ll come back.”

NEXT DAY

You felt uneasy after yesterday’s events, so you went back to Ranboo’s again, only to find him nowhere to be seen. Maybe he went out and will be back soon. You thought. Except he never came back.

You started searching for Ranboo, screaming his name in hope that he’ll reply to your calls. As you were about to retreat defeatedly, you saw a scene you could never forget. Ranboo was being forced into the entrance portal of the prison with Sam. He made eye contact with you, red-green pupils in fear. You could tell that he was gonna tell you something, but you never got to hear it before he disappeared in the purple portal. The portal shattered, just like how your hope did.

“NononO RANBOO!”

You turned around, seeing Technoblade behind you, racing towards the now gone portal.

“Hey Techno, I guess you were also looking for Ranboo?”

“Not specifically. I was just passing by and saw Sam forcing him in this room and wondered why is Ranboo getting arrested.”

“I wonder too.”

You replied dejectedly, ready to go home.

“You wanna join an interesting plan?”

“Depends.”

“How about I say the plan is to break out the prisoners. Including Ranboo.”

You hesitated.

“Wait, you mean also Dream?”

“Yea I sorta owe the guy a favor.”

Techno scratched his neck, avoiding eye contact.

“Gonna have to think about that one.”

“It’s fine, if you wanna meet Ranboo I promise I’ll have him right outside him tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Techno.”

DAY OF PRISON BREAK

While you were strolling around the SMP minding your own business, you suddenly heard the prison alarm going off.

“What in the- oh Techno did not actually break them out of prison, did he?”

As you recalled yesterday’s chat, you rushed to the small field of land in front of the prison.

While you and some others gathered around, you suddenly heard a loud crash. A WITHER! You thought. WHERE IN THE WORLD DID THIS WITHER COME FROM?? As you wondered, you saw a pack of guys in full netherite coming towards you.

“Hey Y/n! Told ya I’ll bring them here.”

You chuckled until the corner of your eye caught a scene. Ranboo was captured by the guards again, taking off his gear.

“Ranboo why are you taking off your armor?”

“Technoblade I can free Ranboo! I just want Dream!”

The whole place was a mess. There were withers, random fights with no specific sides, and there was Ranboo taking off his armor, reason unknown.

“I’m free! I’m not going back!”

Dream yelled, later calling Techno for support.

“You leave me no choice, Dream!”

Said Sam, raising his axe.

And then I kept my eyes shut, in attempt to keep the fear out and the tears in.

A WHILE LATER

You sat on the grass field, looking at the sunset. Ranboo used to always sit besides you as the two of you relax and enjoy life, but Ranboo can’t be next to you anymore.

“Hey, why didn’t you save me a spot today?”

Said a familiar voice, in a joyful tone.

“Ran…boo?”

“Yep that’s me! Y/n listen I feel so great right now! I have no fear, no concerns, no desires, just livin’!”

You stared blankly as Ranboo jumped around.

“You’re…back?”

“Yea I guess I am, aren’t I? Look I even have a different skin!”

“Aren’t you concerned of anything? Like how would Tubbo think! And Michael! Didn’t you say Sam has him?”

He shook his head before looking back at the sunset.

“Well, I can’t explain this. Everything’s alright now! I can remember things, I feel free, and I don’t even need my books!”

“You’re… accepting death? That has nothing to do with you? Like aren’t you mad at Dream?”

“Nope.”

He said, intentionally popping the “p” out loud.

“Ranboo, what did you see after death?”

You asked after admiring the setting sun.

“Well, it’s like, a- I don’t know. I can’t describe it. I couldn’t feel anything, but at the same time, I feel everything.”

You nodded, giving up.

“Y/n, don’t you still have all your lives?”

“Yea. Actually, I have never even got in any battles before.”

“Do you wanna?”

You turned towards the source of the voice.

“Dream??!?”

You screamed, remembering what he let Sam do to Ranboo.

“You monster! You just let Ranboo die!”

“You wouldn’t wanna start a thing, Y/n. How about you come with me and surprise a friend?”

“No! Your actions are all evil! There’s no way I’m going with you!”

“Hey Y/n I know I’m a ghost and can’t really do anything but would it hurt to go with him?”

You turned towards Ranboo, thinking deeply. Before you could answer, an object hit the back of your head and everything went black.

Author’s notes: IM SORRY FOR CLIFF HANGER

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