#aka the dungeon from hell

[mulagir]

why yes i do enjoy making edgy d&d ocs with improbable lore, thank you for asking

[good-advice-ganondorf]

Majora's Mask and what it means to be grown up

(aka my collected analysis of the Legend of Zelda Majora's Mask)

I will say that generally I don't think Termina is purgatory, or a dream, or anything like that. To me, Termina is kind of like a Silent Hill type parallel world, where you face your deepest traumas.

First, the parallels between Majora's Mask, and the child section of Ocarina of Time.

The first dungeon for both games is in a vast wooded area, there are woodland races inhabiting both areas, the Kokiri for Ocarina of Time, and the Deku for Majora's mask. The second dungeon is in a great mountain, inhabited by the Gorons. The third dungeon is in a vast body of water, inhabited by the Zora.

Then, things split. After Jabu Jabu, Link becomes an adult. After Great Bay, there's Ikana Canyon. A land of nothing but Death.

Who caused the death of Ikana? Who else but the king, Igo Du Ikana. Ikana was plunged into disrepair, after Igos started a war with a clan of Ninjas, to receive a powerful artifact, in a great and mysterious temple. Sound familiar? It should, this is exactly what Ganondorf did, after Link was sealed away for seven years. But Ganondorf was successful.

But Ikana isn't completely occupied by the dead, no. Pamela remains, with her father, turned into an undead monster. Much like Sheik, the last Sheikah, who is revealed to be Zelda. And her father? He's never seen, but I'd imagine it would be easy enough for Ganondorf to become king, if the other one was no longer around. From a man, to a corpse.

So, if Ganondorf is a parallel to Igos, and Zelda is a parallel to Pamela, what about Link? He's a little different. I believe that, along with Kafei and Tingle, all three of the transformation masks are a representation of Link, and his feelings towards being forced to grow up.

Tingle is, as we know, a 35 year old man who thinks he's a fairy boy. Similar to how link was a 10 year old boy, who thought he was a fairy boy. I believe Tingle is a reflection of what Link could have been if he never left Kokiri Forest. An adult hylian man, thinking he's a Kokiri.

On the contrary, Kafei is distraught at the idea of becoming a child again. He's weaker, he can't marry his fiancee, and everyone treats him like well, a child, despite his maturity. I believe this is how Link feels after becoming a child again. He used to be a strong adult, and even if he's not as mature as Kafei, he still went through a lot, and knows a lot more about life now. Kafei even reuses Link's model and animations.

There's a reoccurring theme in Ocarina of Time where Link just doesn't belong anywhere he goes. He's an outsider to the other races, because he's a hylian, but he's also an outsider to the hylians, because he was raised as a Kokiri. I think the transformation masks reflect that.

The Deku Butler's Son is what he could have been as a Kokiri. He could have been a happy little boy, living with his father, and his community. But Link and the Deku butler's son both left home to explore, and as far as both the Kokiri and the Deku are concerned, neither came back.

Darmani is what he could have been as a Goron. A powerful hero to the Gorons, celebrated by them for clearing Dodongo's Cavern. A close link between the goron elder, Darunia, and their sons. Both him and Link remain after death, lamenting on their histories as heros.

Mikau is what he could have been as a Zora. Maybe not a cool as hell guitarist, but a husband to Ruto, and Prince of the Zora Who would stop at nothing to keep her happy and safe, like infiltrating a fortress, or climbing inside of a whale.

Even the Fierce Deity is just Link, but back as an adult. As if so much changed so rapidly, he felt like he transformed into something less like himself, and more like a powerful god. He could have continued being strong, and powerful, the defeater of Ganon, but he had to become a child again. He has to stay as a small, and unknown child.

The ages of the masks even match the human life cycle. According to the debug menu (and if you subscribe to the theory that Link and DBS's ages were swapped), DBS is 5, Link is 12, Darmani is 30, Mikau is 78, and, Fierce Deity is 17, likely due to his model being recycled from adult Link's. Link starts the game in the body of a 5 year old, then a 12 year old, then a 30 year old, then a 72 year old, and finally, a God.

We don't exactly know how Link feels. But I can't imagine it would be easy to go from a child, with no concept of death, to be thrust into a position where he's forced to fight and kill an adult man so much stronger than he is. And then everything was just reversed. Like that. As if it never happened. And only Link remembers the impending doom he faced. All he can do is remember Ganondorf's reign. Almost like he's reliving the same few days, again, and again, and again.

[leuke-rants]

Webtoon characters I am supposed to hate/dislike but I love/like instead:

1) Rashta Iskua (The Remarried Empress):

Even before we meet Rashta we are suppose to hate her, Laura talks very poorly about her and even the comments call her demeaning names and say how much of an awful person she is.

After we properly meet Rashta the author goes out of their way to present her as this evil mastermind who is out to ruin Navier's as well as all of her allies lives (example, when she smirks as Laura gets drugged away to the dungeon)

And this is pretty much what happens throughout the comic, Navier gets praised for just existing and her flaws are either ignored or are not presented as flaws while Rashta gets blamed for almost anything bad happening in the story with her flaws being exaggerated.

Now don't get me wrong, I am aware that Rashta has done some horrible and unforgivable things (and I am not gonna try and justify them), but so did Heinry, Ergi and other characters who get immediately forgiven.

Rashta is an illiterate, traumatized and naive young girl who got enslaved as a child, she got traumatised by all of the horrible things Alan and his family have done to her and yet I am suppose to scorn her for not understanding how things work in her new life and for wanting a better future for her and her baby, all the while I am suppose to coddle an empress who was born with a silver spoon on her mouth amd cheer for her psychopath husband who commits atrocities in her name.

Rashta is is not a good person and I won't make any excuses for her, but I can't help but feel so bad for her. She deserved so much better, both in terms of writing and how the fandom treats her.

2) Lady Krista (The Remarried Empress):

Krista is another female character from TRE who deserved so much better.

All she ever wanted was to keep her position as a queen,aka the same thing that Navier wanted, but because she doesn't kiss the MC's ass she is the villain.

Yes, working with Kuffman ( or whatever his name is) and trying to go after her brother in law aren't exactly the best things to do, but like as said earlier all she ever wanted as not to be replaced.

This poor woman lost her husband, she got replaced as queen by a foreign woman, most of her ladies in waiting abandoned her and her family turned their back at her to avoid Heinry's wrath. She ended up taking her life just like Rashta did and just like Rashta no one cared.

Hell, people started liking her, so to remedy that, the author turned her into a ped* who went after a much younger man, but even that doesn't mean anything when Navier married said younger man.

This woman deserved so much better, I hope she and Rashta can find peace in the afterlife.

3) Stace (Down To Earth)

The moment we are introduced to Stace we are suppose to dislike him because he annoys the MC Kade and that dislike slowly turns into hate because Stace is trying to get with the FL Zaida (I think this is how you write her name).

People will say that Stace is a creepy weirdo who tries to steal the MC's girl, even though Kade and Zaida weren't dating at the time, the dude just tried to shoot his shot after Zaida herself told him that she and Kade weren't dating.

I see a lot of people bringing up the fact that Stace is a photographer who wanted Zaida to be a model and take pictures of her and therefore he is a creep, completely ignoring the fact that Stace is a manager at Spencers and the reason he is looking for models is because he wants to advertise the shop.

"But he put her in lingerie so he is a creep", again, he is manager at SPENCERS, lingerie is not something unusual in that shop. Besides, Stace didn't force anything on Zaida, the moment she said she wanted to change because she felt uncomfortable, he allowed it without any problem. Stace didn't even force Zaida to take the job, he and Suzy suggested it so that Zaida can be more independent from Kade and have her own life and money.

And speaking of Kade, I'd argue he is the actual creep. The only reason he saved Zaida is because he found her sexy and beautiful, he even said how he would kick her out if she turned out to be a child. He is the one who made the "No feelings rule" yet he constantly sexualises Zaida and is clearly attracted to her. Also, he bought her lingerie as nightwear when they knew eachother for one week. Kade didn't ask Zaida what she would like to wear or if she'd feel comfortable wearing lingerie but he bought it anyway so he can ogle her.

Even so, people find it cute when Kade does these things, but god forbid Stace breaths the same air as the MCs without getting flammed in the comments.

And yes, I am aware that Stace called Zaida a monster, but if the girl I had a crush on suddenly grew horns and his eyes started glowing, I'll freak out as well.

Stace should fire both Kade and Zaida and find some real friends, cause he deserves so much better.

4) Thanatos (Lore Olympus)

People hated Thanatos in the beginning of the story because he tried to get Persephone fired and for exposing her crimes later on.

Honestly speaking I never hated him, in fact he has always been one of my favourites.

Thanatos had every right to want Persephone gone, she had zero experience in the field she was suppose to be working on and she got special treatment from Hades, aka her boss.

Imagine if this was real life for a second, imagine your 40 year old boss bringing in a barely legal girl to work for him, who has zero prior experience in working and gets special treatment on top of that.

Not only is this pretty gross but also very unfair to the other employees who had to work their asses off to get the job they have and never got any benefits form their boss. It's even more unfair to Thanatos who is Hades's adoptive son and never got treated any different than the other employees, but this inexperienced child gets the VIP treatment from Hades.

Thanatos geta treated horribly throughout the comic especially from his so called father. Hades ignores, belittles and in general doesn't care about him. Hades reaches out to Thanatos only because he needs his help not because he cares about his adoptive son. The "apology" Hades gave was Bakugou levels bad and it was basically Hades going "I am a traumatized uwu emo boy so you can't hate me".

Thanatos gets victim blamed because he was a "difficult child" that didn't make things easier for Hades, a grown ass adult. And before anyone says "but Hades was not ready to become a father at the time", true, but he could have at least tried to pay attention to this abandoned child or he could ask for help raising him.

His also has a pretty shitty girlfriend. Daphne tells him how Hades giving Persephone special treatment is not a big deal and he should stop whining about it. She also invites Hades into their home even though Thanatos told her how he doesn't want to talk to him.

My boy deserves a rise for putting up with all of this bullshit.

5) Demeter (Lore Olympus)

I feel so bad for Demeter. She is constantly demonized in every Hades and Persephone retelling and LO is no different.

This woman has done so much and received so little.

She fulfilled her role as a daughter, sister and fighter exceptionally well and yet no one acknowledged her for anything.

Zeus told her that he'll make her queen of the gods if they sleep together, only for him to choose Hera instead. He didn't even make her queen of the mortal realm, despite Demeter being the reason the realm is alive and flourishing, he just tossed her aside and forgot about her. The only time Zeus remembers her existence is when he needs something from her and then throws a tantrum when she declines.

Hades treats her the worst. First, he refuses to give her the volcanos, they are important to him but he never told her why they are so important. Second, he constantly belittles and demeans her because "she is an annoying helicopter mom", because god forbid a mother doesn't want an old, dusty man with bad reputation near her teenage daughter.

Like, Demeter has every right to be concerned and guess what, she was right! Persephone hasn't been to Olympus for one month and she gets drugged, kidnapped and SA'ed. Demeter was right about the other gods being assholes and Olympus being dangerous.

Anyway, I can go on and on about Demeter but I am pretty sure you get my point. This woman should disown Persephone and go live her life with the nymphs and her son, far away from the rest of the gods.

6) Minthe (Lore Olympus)

Ah yes, the infamous Minthe. Even people who have never read the comic recognize her as the "Trashta" of LO.

Minthe is proof that it doesn't matter whether you are the side chick or the main girl, what matters is that you are the main character.

Persephone is a homewrecker but because she is the FL it's ok for her to steal Minthe's man.

Yes, Minthe and Hades's relationship was toxic af and although I am not trying to justify Minthe's abusive behaviour, Hades is no better

He himself financially abused Minthe, he emotionally cheated on her with barely legal girl and never bothered to defend her against his racist family.

Hell, he was going to propose to her until he saw a younger and more vulnerable girl and he completely forgot about his girlfriend.

Minthe exposing Persephone was petty af, but I don't see the problem here. Persephone committed a crime, so even though Minthe did it for selfish reasons I don't see a problem with a mass murder getting consequences.

Again, I can go on an on about Minthe but I have more characters to talk about.

Girl should go and live her life with that one mortal who thought she was a goddess, far away from any god, cause she deserves a good life after what she has been through.

Also, an honourable mention to Leuce, Alex and every other character who got screwed over by the gods, they all deserved so much better.

7) Prince Bavilo (The Princess's Jewels)

Ok, Bavilo is not the same as the others, mainly because you are not suppose to hate him after a certain point, but I still wanted to talk about him.

We are suppose to hate him by the moment we see him because he is mean to the perfect FL Arianna. People call him jealous and spiteful because he isn't as perfect as his sister but Bavilo's anger towards Arianna makes perfect sense.

For one thing, he was right about Arianna setting a bad example to other women. She is a princess who collects men like Pokémon for her harem without caring about anyone else but herself.

She took away a general from another country and she basically kidnapped a dude after she threatened to start a war with his country if he didn't submit to her.

This doesn't just set a bad example for young girls who will definitely try to imitate Arianna but will definitely cause problems for the kingdom, Bavilo has every right to be against his sister.

His life is absolutely shit, his mother physically and emotionally abuses him on a daily basis, she is using him to gain more power and generally doesn't really care about him, his brothers don't seem to think highly of him, no matter how hard he tries to get his father's approval the king will never acknowledge him or love him as he loves Arianna and on top of all of that the queen (aka Arianna's mother whose name I don't remember and don't care to look up) is manipulating him, she wants Bavilo on her side to get back at his mother but just like everyone else she doesn't care about him.

His anger towards Arianna is completely valid, he suffers so much while his spoiled sister gets all the love and attention not only from their father but from literally anyone who knows her.

This boy should run away from his shitty and toxic family and cut all ties with them and marry a woman who would truly love him, become king and start his own family. He deserves a happy ending.

8) Queen Phoebe and Lord Demeter (This Isekai Maid is Forming a Union)

Though these two are pretty similar, so I decided to put them together.

First of all, both are actual villains and not demonized characters like the rest of the people in the list.

And second, both of them are well written characters, with goals and motivations instead of hate sinks to make the MC look better.

Both of them are a deconstruction of manhwa tropes, Phoebe is the MC who dies and gets reincarnated as a scorned young noblewoman and Marinus is the ML who is a straight up a psycho that can only be fixed by the FL's love.

But unlike stuff you'd see in a generic manhwa, these two actually face consequences for their actions and are not glazed by the author.

Phoebe is an elitist and racist woman who abused her power, she doesn't care about anyone other than herself and her family and is a horrible human being who mistreates her servants and will do extremely messed up stuff to get what she wants . This is pretty much how every OI protagonist acts like, the difference is the author doesn't let Phoebe get away scott free just because she suffered, she gets a very deserved karma and is forced into hiding after the commoners started a coup against her and her family.

Marinus is written is a similar way. Despite his tragic backstory,the narrative does not excuse his actions because of his trauma. Marinus committed mass murder, he killed the MC Bridgette in the first timeline and her fellow servants ( who were all minorities btw) after they tried to protect her. Then he pretended to have amnesia so that Annette (the FL) won't be mad at him. He was an awful father, he killed his own wife after she wanted to divorce him and poisoned his own daughter because he liked to feel needed (also he was a huge asshole to his son)

Yet, despite all of this, Phoebe and Marinus are my favourite characters. They are very well written and interesting, they move the plot forward without being plot devices and the author gave them a reason as to why the act and think the way they do without justifying any of their horrible actions.

[puppybei]

Fragile Crowns

Prologue (Series Masterlist)

Pairing: Duke of the North! Nanami x isekaid!reader

Genre: Romance, Historical and Fantasy

Summary: A tired overworked employee is what you are one night and the next you’re the hated villainess from your favourite historical romance. However shall you escape death from the hands of your supposed beloved, the former prince turned Duke, Nanami Kento

Tw: Office Worker reader! But only for this chapter, reader also gets hit by a white truck.

Wc: 1.3k

DISCONTINUED

You peeked through your fingers at the sun glaring above you, a cup of warm coffee in your hands that you sipped occasionally. The office balcony had sort of become your safe space, you don’t know which heavenly architect made such a secluded, secretive spot but you were thankful for them nonetheless.

It was found on one of your escapades from the hectic office life, a getaway from your cube life where you slaved away like others, typing mindlessly on a keyboard. Sure your coworkers were nice and friendly, but that’s all that they were at the end of the day and you weren’t going to form lifelong friendships with the people who were competing for the same position as you.

An exhausted sigh left your lips as you rested your elbows on the railing, looking down at the bustling city life. From your vantage point you could see pretty much everything, dark alleys where disheveled people sat, the remnants of white powder still lingering on the collars of their shirts, mothers who strolled around baby carts with an avid voice, talking loudly to make sure their babies could hear them, men in dark, drab suits with a phone pressed to their ears, probably shouting at the poor secretary on the other line, food carts parked on the pavements, offering refreshments to passersby.

An advertisement caught your eye, blinding you with flashing images, you squinted trying to make out what the words were saying. It was the live action make of an historical novel- a cheesy overused romantic plot that still had you wriggling your toes in excitement at every chapter the author released.

At one point though, you had gotten annoyed at the antagonist, the rich daughter of a count who bowed down to his daughter’s every whim and wish. She was petty and barely had any personality other her than hating on the orphaned saintess- the female lead with blinding blonde hair and dark brown eyes. Her character had no depth, no personality whatsoever and it slowly started to piss you off on how many times she was getting scot free for her acts, people ignoring the petty crimes until it snowballed to her poisoning the female lead at the Royal ball and getting locked up in the dungeons.

Ofcourse she had well enough earned herself an engagement by that time, a quiet brooding man who apparently already fathered a child, he was supposedly the only man who could tolerate her as well as match her fathers wealth, the exiled prince and Duke of the North- Nanami Kento. He had blonde hair that was cropped, gleaming white teeth on display on the rare occasion that the female lead managed to crack him. Hazel colored eyes that you could stare into- you shook your head, what the hell were you doing, wasting your precious lunch break fantasizing about a fictional man! One who killed his fiancée at the end of the story nonetheless! Granted she was the villainess but atleast as her engaged he should’ve shown her some mercy!

You could smell the foul smoke that radiated from the smoke room of the company. Really what kind of company offers a smoke room for their employees? You scrunch your nose, trying not to inhale the smoke as the men leave the room, leaving the window open so that the smell would disappear. You checked your wristwatch, if the smokers had left it meant that it was time for you to leave too.

You stared at the small time indicator on your laptop, willing time to go faster as you felt the seconds pass by. It was just a minute to 6.30 pm, aka the most acceptable time for a five year employee to leave, because leaving as soon as you’re contractually supposed to is some kind of social suicide.

Your boss finally got up from her office, stretching her arms as you peeked over the top of your cubicle, silently rejoicing. You had completed your work for the day eons ago, thankful for the corner cubicle facing the wall because that meant you got to do some online window shopping in peace.

After Mrs. Takakura left, waving goodbye as her ring glinted in the office lights you finally got up from your seat, back sore from the horrible company issued seats and neck aching from being hunched over your desk. One day you will put that posture correctner you bought online years ago to good use.

A female coworker grabbed you by the elbow just as you were about to leave, a nervous smile spreading over her face. She was one of the more new faced employees you guessed, anxiety radiating off of her as she shifted her weight from one foot to another, chewing on her bottom lip,

“Yes Hatsunabe?”

You asked, cocking a brow upwards as you pried her arm off of yours, that girl surely had a grip for being so small in stature.

“I’m so sorry! I have a blind date set up today- and,”

She averted her eyes from your gaze, cheeks flushed an innocent red as you fought the urge to strangle her by the neck.

“Just show me what you have left Hatsunabe,”

You almost scowled, controlling your features as a tight lipped smile painted itself across your face and you bit back a flurry of curses. She almost squealed in delight as she practically skipped to her cubicle, grateful murmurs spilling from her lips with every second as you tried not to roll your eyes to obviously.

She had a about three hours of work left and you almost put a bullet through her head and then yours, sighing before letting her leave with a wave of your hand.

By the time you finished it was a quarter to ten and the office was completely empty, some lovely asshole had even managed to switch off the lights when they left and you were too tired to bother arguing with them- let alone hold the small talk they would start when they figured out you were still working.

One of these days you’ll learn how to say no to people, maybe that’s just not today. Your limbs felt heavy with exhaustion, each step weighing you down as you pressed the ground floor on the elevator. Eyelids drooping shut in slumber as you leaned your forehead against the cool metal of the empty elevator.

The street outside is somehow still bustling, high schoolers leaving academies and slouching as they walked to the bus stop. You worked diligently all through high school- promising yourself you’d live a better life ten years into the future, and now look where you are- wrinkled blouse and pants that looked over washed, a blazer that you bought as a young adult, convinced that you would grow into it if you hit the gym. Shoes that were slowly falling apart, cheap drugstore super glue the only thing holding it together.

You sighed, subbing your hands over your face, warming it up in the cool night chill as you made your way over to the bus station, looking over at both sides of the road as you waited at the zebra crossing.

The light finally turned red, the green walking sign brightening up on the other side as you trudged your weight forward, the only thing keeping you alive and not falling over was the thought of slipping into your comfy Pyjamas and eating ramen while you binged on the newest chapter of the Historical Romance Fantasy.

The loud horn from a truck snapped you from your thoughts and you turned your head around, only to be met by a white truck going full speed at you. You felt time stop, your heart was beating loudly in your chest. No matter how much you tried to will yourself to move, you were stuck in the middle of the cross walk, like a deer caught in headlights

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Authors Note: Here it is!! My baby my love (Nanami) I love grumpy!Nanami x reader fics and this is going to be one of those so look out lmao<3 anyways I hope u guys enjoy the first addition to this fic because there will be more hehe as always, comments and Reblogs are very very very appreciated and!! No spam liking pleaseee

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[thepenguinweeb]

hi! Uh I saw your requests are open, could I request something for Solo Leveling?

Jinwoo × gn! timid childhood friend, who's a healer. Like they always heal him after a raid and will scold him when he's being stupid and neglecting himself, even though they also neglect themselves secretly (think soft and sweet yet actually depressed as hell)

Then as Jinwoo gets stronger, reader begins to let themselves slowly drift away from Jinwoo since "he's better off without them (aka reader)". When Jinwoo finally finds them again, he realizes how truely delicate reader is, how soft and cozy and cute they are. EVEN WORSE if he finds out readers mental health was just as bad as his when he was E-Rank, even in a worst state from past experiences. (Think constantly buzzing like a bee and 4 seconds from a breakdown)

(Reader is essencially "soft,sleepy and delicate, despite witnessing and enduring horrors beyond anyone's comprehension.)

(Bonus if it makes Jinwoo go MUST PROTECT AT ALL COSTS)

((I hope this is okay. Thank you if you decide to do the request. If not, it's okay,,))

`` You shouldn't just heal others. Take care of yourself, too. ``

[ ♡ Jinwoo x gn!timid!healer!reader ]

[ ♡ You've known Jinwoo ever since you were both small children. You promised that no matter what, you'd always protect each other. But after an incident at one of the dungeons he was sent to, you think it's best if you don't stand in his way. ]

[ Requested by : @shiromay <3 ]

[ Notes : I know it's a crime but I haven't read the Solo Leveling novel yet ;-; I'm planning to real soon!! But if I get anything wrong uhh sorry :( ]

[ TRIGGER WARNING : multiple mentions of self-harm ]

"Catch it, Jinwoo!"

Your small voice called out to the boy as you threw a ball at him. It was always your favourite game to play with him, even if he wasn't great at it.

..As if to prove that point, the ball hit him right in the head and he stumbled to the ground easily.

You hurried over with a worried expression. You could see a few tears in his eyes, then you noticed the bleeding cuts on his knee.

"I.. I'm sorry, I didn't.. mean to.." you mumbled an apology, and to your surprise, he responded with a giggle.

"It's okay. I should have caught it."

He tried to get up, but you stopped him before he could. As he looked at you trough a confused expression, you pulled out a few bandaids from your pockets.

Soon, his knees were covered with pretty pink bandaids which definitely didn't suit him, but you both seemed to think it was amazing.

"Thanks, [Y/N], you're amazing," he complimented, which earned an awkward smile from you.

"When we grow up, I'll protect you from all the monsters," he went on, his eyes shining with wonder. "I'll be the strongest person you've ever seen!"

You giggled and nodded eagerly. "I'll protect you, too! I'll put bandaids on all your wounds and always make sure you're alright!"

You looked each other in the eyes, then said at once,

"I promise!"

You tapped your foot impatiently against the ground as you waited for Jinwoo and his party to finish their raid. You were gonna pick him up - despite him insisting you didn't need to - and, of course, heal him. It would be a miracle if you didn't need to.

With every passing moment, your anxiety became worse. What if Jinwoo didn't come back? What if he died during the raid? What if you could never see him again?

Finally, after what felt like hours, the party appeared with big smiles on every member's face. You scanned the crowd and a relieved sigh escaped your lips when you saw Jinwoo behind them.

Then you sighed again at how battered up he looked. Multiple scratches on his face, bleeding wounds on his leg, one of his arms, a few big bruises and a claw mark on his chest, where his shirt had been torn. Did they not have a proper healer?

"Jinwoo!" You called out. The man noticed you immediately and ran toward you with a smile.

"Hi, [Y/N]," He greeted you in an innocent tone, as if unaware of the frown deepening on your face with every second you spent staring at his wounds.

You shook your head and signaled for him to sit down so you could examine him more. After you finished with that, you hovered your hands over his wounds and used your healing.

"You should be more careful.." you mumbled softly. "This isn't good for you."

"I know, I'm sorry," Jinwoo said while scratching the back of his head. You simply sighed and continued to do your work until you were done, and he was fully healed.

The man stood up with a smile and gave you an appreciative nod. "Thank you, [Y/N]," he said. "You're amazing."

Your expression softened at his compliment. You looked down at the ground and muttered out a 'no problem'.

"I'll take you home.." you said, turning and beginning to walk away. Jinwoo soon followed you too.

Since Jinwoo was released from the hospital, you'd been seeing him a lot less. You visited him fairly frequently while he was recovering, but during those visits you noticed how much he'd changed. You could tell he was becoming stronger, and so, you decided it would be best if you didn't stand in the way of his plans.

You only went to raids which you knew he wouldn't be apart of. You rarely responded to his text messages or calls. But with this, your mental health had started worsening too.

It was a challenge to wake up and get out of bed every day. In all the raids you went to, you did your best to heal everyone, but you could care less about your own health. Who would care if I died, anyway?

You started wearing hoodies and more covering clothing to hide the self-inflicted wounds on you. You could have healed them, but you didn't think you were deserving of it.

The hunters who knew you most noticed this too.

"You okay, [Y/N]? You're usually not this gloomy."

But others just shook it off, since you were always the quiet type.

Today's raid, however, came with an unexpected surprise.

"Jinwoo?" Your eyes widened upon seeing the man in front of you. Not only for how much he'd changed, but just his mere presence.

He nodded, a small smile on his face. "I didn't expect to see you here. It's been a while. How have you been?"

You looked down at the ground, wondering what to say. You quickly decided to just.. lie.

"Fine," you muttered. "But really, what are you doing in a raid for an E-rank dungeon? I thought you moved on to better ones.."

He shrugged. "Just felt like it," he responded, but you could tell he wasn't telling the full truth. Nevertheless, you didn't want to question him about it.

"We're going in, come on, you two!"

The raid proved to be very successful. You could now see with your own eyes how much Jinwoo had improved, and you were amazed. He was so much stronger, and, most importantly, you didn't even need to heal him at all.

"That was nice," he said after you'd come out. "I missed doing raids with you."

You forced a smile on your face and nodded. "Y-Yeah.. it was nice to see you again."

Silence lingered between the two of you for a bit, before Jinwoo decided to break it.

"I'll walk you home," he told you. Despite it sounding like an offer, it was more of a statement. After a few moments of thinking, you reluctantly agreed.

The whole walk was pretty calm. You caught up with each other trough some small talk, but most of the time was spent in silence, the two of you observing the city.

Thankfully, it didn't take long to arrive at your house.

"Thanks for coming with me, Jinwoo," you thanked him with a soft smile. "I'll be out of your way now. See you-"

"Wait."

Before you could turn and get inside, he grabbed your wrist to stop you. His grip wasn't hard, but it was still painful to the fresh cuts on them.

Jinwoo could tell something was off when you hissed in pain at his touch.

"Are you alright, [Y/N]?" He asked, his voice softer than usual. "You've been acting weird this whole time. Is there something wrong?"

You looked down at the ground, desperately trying to come up with excuses. You felt him putting a comforting hand on your shoulder, and you froze up.

"You're not okay," he pointed out. "Please, you don't have to talk about it, but just tell me.. did you do that to yourself?"

He nodded at your wrists, which left you wondering how he knew. Maybe you weren't that good at hiding it, after all.

Too shaken to say anything, you just gave him a weak nod. You could see a frown form on his face.

"This isn't right. You shouldn't do this to yourself." He sighed. "You shouldn't just heal others. Take care of yourself, too. Please."

Tears formed in your eyes upon hearing his words. "I..." you tried to form a sentence through the choked sobs. "I'll try.. it's just so... hard..."

"I know," he said, pulling you in for a hug. "But I'll be there with you. Like we promised each other.."

A/N : oh my GOD did this turn out longer than I expected. Sorry lol I don't usually write so much but I wanted to do as much as I could! This is my first request, so yippee! And I have 2 more in my inbox left, so I appreciate yall sharing your wonderful ideas with me to satiate my hunger for inspiration :3

Dividers by @/rookthorneartistry, ty!!

[glamourscat]

Hello hello!

If/when you have the time to do so, it'd be pretty cool to see some headcannons about the type of nerd stuff Tim does/is into. Like what kinds of games and shows he's into, "nerdy" behaviors of his, would he ever cosplay, etc. I personally think that he'd be into Dungeons and Dragons (not sure to what degree though).

Also, as an alternative, you could do headcannons about Tim with a nerdy!S/O who "matches his freak", so to speak.

Anyway, that's pretty much it! Have a nice day/night!

TIM DRAKE NERDY HOBBIES HCS

Tim being into DnD is actually canon! The game he played in the comics was called Warlocks and Warriors

So, to what degree would he play? I think a pretty serious one

Not necessarily every week game night sort of thing, but at least once at month, or when he and his group can regroup to play together

I can see him going deep into the character making. Choosing the name accurately to the ability they have, the powers and so on

He wouldn’t be necessarily into “solving” games, like cluedo, for example. He is a vigilante, it’s a big part of him sure, but he also needs a break you know?

Games that represent too “close” to his real life would be a no no from the get go. Monopoly, cluedo and anything of the sorts

He is the type to prefer table games. Regrouping with his friends and play cards or anything really, just makes his night

In terms of video games I can see him play mini games (?) like small horror, thrilling ones on his pc. Otherwise he enjoys going to the arcade more. 80/90s style games are more up to his liking

Though, something he really LOVES, is Pokémon. He has a Nintendo switch just to play Pokémon games

Guilty pleasure are cooking mama, animal crossing and super Mario

The type to download the sim just to recreate you guys on the game and your love life

Loves legos. Especially the big set ones, he finishes them so quickly

A star wars fan

I see him as someone who really would enjoy watching anime and reading manga

Definitely fantasy ones, especially ones with mythical creatures, aka vampires (?) idk I just get those vibes

But heavy on the type of anime that play mind games. That are filled with mysteries, foreshadows and twists, confusion and maybe dive slightly into psychology too

JJK, blue exorcist (manga), attack of titans, erased, Steins:Gate, detective Conan, the case study of vanitas, odd taxi, psycho pass, the perfect insider, black butler, death note, monster

He would love to go to anime conventions

Definitely the type to lose himself around the stands 24567 times

Buys way too much merch

Has an extended collection of Funko pops, mangas, collectors editions and figures

Very big on graphic novels, comics and fantasy books too!

He is into coding. Something he really enjoys is creating little interactive websites pages for his s/o

Like this one

Collects the most random shit. Like I imagine him travelling for missions, state to state or outside the US and all of the sudden he brought back a collection of the most obscure handmade thing he could find in that place.

Big into astronomy. Hell, he is the type to randomly say in a conversation “today Mars will be visible at so and so degree, so I’m busy tonight��� (I don’t even know if that’s possible but that’s besides the point)

Photography, although not as “nerdy”, he loves it. His style is more urban leaning. He manages to capture what he wants in his work perfectly

lastly, HE DEFINETLY COSPLAYS!!! i mean, look at canon

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[doomtrooper77]

Meet Gusieppe "Joe Murder" Murderetti. Mob Boss's Mob Boss

It had been a couple of weeks since he had been back to the Dungeon gym. He got his workout in at the gym at work, but this place was made for growing. The Dungeon was mainly a private gym. Most people didn’t know it existed, and those who attended liked it that way. From the outside, it looks like an abandoned warehouse. You might also think so if you just paid attention to the unpainted walls and steel girders above your head. Graffiti on the walls. Look at what the gym contained: a sea of free weights, benches, racks, and machines to lift big. The only cardio was the fighter’s section in the far corner. Full boxing ring, a full-size MMA octagon, mats galore for jujitsu to karate. The other side of the building was for recovery. 3 full Saunas, 3 shower areas, Cold Plunges, 4 huge Japanese heated Soaking tubs, and massage rooms. This place was a lifter's dream. But there were no influencers here. Nobody is setting up their camera for Instagram or TikTok. The place was clean from top to bottom. Members didn’t pay, you had to be invited.

I had decided to bring my college buddy who was in front out of town with me. He was still in pretty good shape even though 10 years later, he spent most of his day behind a desk. I told him I knew a place where we could workout like we used to in college. He didn’t think much of the place until we got inside, and he grinned like a kid in a candy shop. We changed, and I told him no phones were allowed outside the locker room. He objected and said he had a deal he was working on, and he had to stay in touch. I told him it could wait an hour or two. We worked out together for about 30 minutes, and he said he wanted to work arms, and I told him I needed to do some legs. So we split up.

 I had my headphones on and was on my 3rd set in the squat rack. When I noticed everyone in the room was looking at something behind me. I racked the weights and turned to see my buddy in fucking Joe Murder's face. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

Joe Murderetti, aka Joe Murder, was not a local mob boss; he was THE MOB BOSS. Not the flashy one, he was the Mob Boss the flashy ones were terrified of. He was the one authorities knew had his hands in everything, from drugs to extortion, loan sharking, casinos, financial crimes, and murder for hire. They had come at his 10 different ways, and each time, not only did nothing stick, but people disappeared. Judges, lawyers, prosecutors, politicians, witnesses, and cops. He was called a wizard of the fucking underworld because impossible things happened when he was involved.

Joe Murderetti was also the person who invited me here to this gym. His gym.

My buddy was in good shape for your average guy. He was 6’2 "and 270 lbs. He looked solid and hadn’t lost much of a step since our college days. I was 6’3" and 290 lbs. I was a beast; I had to be when I was on the streets.

Teddy was running his mouth and putting his finger in Joe Murderretti’s face! He was always an arrogant hot head and when he got this way he never paid attention to the world around him. He didn’t see the fucking sea on monsters headed his way. Joe Murder owned this place. Most of the people who came here worked for him—either part of his day-to-day crew or one of 20 others who controlled most of northern Illinois.  At least 15 guys were converging on the two. Not one of them was under 300 pounds. Hell, Joe himself tipped the scales at 340-350.

 I flung my headphones and started trotting over. I got within 10 feet when I felt a big hand clamp on my shoulder and neck. My training and instincts kicked in, and I grabbed the hand and arm holding me and started to judo-throw them over my shoulder. Under normal circumstances, that person would have been slammed to the ground over my shoulder, and my knee would be in their neck. Instead, the big hand holding my shoulder grabbed my wrist, twisted it, and kicked my legs from under me; when we hit the floor, it was my face slammed into the rubber mat, and a massive knee was in the center of my back. Air rushed out of me, but my training kept me attempting to move. I tried to twist, but not only was the weight on my back too much, but the person holding my arm twisted it further and pulled it up toward my head. The pain was excruciating. I was only able to twist my head to the side and yell out, “Mr. Murderetti, Mr. Murderetti!” Another shadow passed over me, and a big, lugged boot sole stepped on my head and neck, pushing me further into the ground. I stopped struggling.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Teddy and Joe Murder looking over at me on the ground. Teddy's eyes got big, and he started moving in my direction, but two more massive guys grabbed him. Teddy's only training was from football when we played in college.  One guy had him wrapped in a chokehold, and the other had slammed his fist into Teddy's gut twice already. Before he could hit him a 3rd time, Joe Murder casually held up his hand, and the chokehold loosened, and the puncher stood at the ready.  Joe Murder was still looking at me.

His dark eyes locked on to me, and he said, “David, what does this have to do with you?” His voice was deep, yet he had the south-side Chicago Italian accent. This was the voice of the mobster on the street. I had heard that voice speak in a boardroom executive tone to north side charity dinner smoothness. Today, it was the voice of the man who owned the streets.

“I’m sorry, Teddy didn’t know who you were. We came in for a quick workout, but I wasn’t paying attention. This is my fault.” I said. Joe Murder made another small gesture, and the two monsters holding me down pulled me to my feet. They did not let me go.  By this time, there were 10 other massive guys surrounding us. All of them looked as if they wanted a piece of us. Everyone else in the gym disappeared.

Joe walked over to where the two men held us and absently said to them, “Let him go.” Both men let me go but didn’t move away. Joe stepped up to me, and an aura of menace surrounded him. Each of the guys on either side of me could have twisted me into a knot. But something about the man standing in front of me made them seem like puppies in comparison to a tiger.

Joe Murder was 2 inches shorter than me, but damn near a foot wider. He made you feel like the closer he got, the more you shrank into yourself. “Your buddy has a loudmouth and seems interested in business that’s not his,” Joe said. Teddy spoke up, “Dave, tell these knuckle draggers to let me go! Tell them you’re a cop, and they just fucked up big time. You’re gonna drag them in and put them under the fucking jail!” The last sentence cut off as Teddy got another shot to the gut. His legs crumpled under him, but the guy held him up.

Joe Murder’s eye twinkled dangerously, and then he said mockingly, “Under the jail! Yeah Dave, tell me how you’re putting us under the jail.”

Over the next week, I will post a member of Joe Murder's crew daily.

[dailynoodlezz24]

Ok, i had the thought (since i love werewolves and vampire stuff, liches, all that-- I blame Skyrim and its unhealthy amount of beautiful mods-- and Dungeon Meshi just seems so perfect about it with its races and stuff) what if Marcille's a dhampir, basically a human vampire crossbreed, who seeks to become fully vampiric in order to be able to sire in lieu of the dungeon lord/universal longevity plot. (Spoilers: she still doesn't get it in the end lmao) Falin is a longtime friend of hers through a backstory I still haven't made up yet, and Marcille's introduced as a new addition to the main cast, who are a party of hikers (or for some sort of venturing activity). Month in, Falin's gone and had herself eaten by some weird dog described in only folklore, which Laios would later excitedly incite as a "lycanthrope". (They tried to call emergencies for a missing person, but they came up with nothing. Everyone thinks Laios is going insane when he concludes that the sight they saw after Falin became officially missing, blood trails and offly wolfish tracks fading off to somewhere, was the work of a wolfman, or a werewolf, and suggested going to search for Falin themselves. Namari and Toshiro leave promptly) Chillchuck and Marcille stay with him, one determined with his navigational skills and the other fully believing in this supernatural theory. They decide it's best they start camping in the forest, deeper and closer to the wilderness, prompting them the idea: hunt for their share. Which may or may not be illegal :shrug They meet Senshi, one hell of a wildchef man. (Marcille's total disgust with the idea of eating out in the wild stems from the fact she doesn't want to survive off of squirrels again. But this food is pretty good, and she's eating other animals than small rodents this time. Chillchuck just doesn't want to hear about the weird ass facts about how skinwalkers might be related to humans and their horrific hunting tendencies while eating.) The deeper they go, the more strange and bizarre this forest becomes. First normal, unassuming, then the ravens start speaking and the rabbits have horns. And if you peer into it close enough, your eyes might just find company in where the campfire doesn't reach. So on and so on, they find Falin's bones in the corpse of the creature, and suddenly there's a little guy with white hair and crazed, purple eyes(thistle), who beats them all off with a stick(not actually lmao). Last they see is Falin's remains being reanimated with the dripping blood of the stranger. (Marcille had tried in desperate attempt to revive Falin with her own blood/bite, but to no avail, revealing herself in the process. The only thing she can note is the awful taste of something doglike, aka the lycanthrope disease circulating in Falin's bones-- since they were chomped before she died RIP.) Now they're against a highly aggressive abomination under the servitude of someone out to get them. And the opps are on them(canaries) Now I'm just thinking abt whether or not to make Marcille also a werepyre? Considering it would make sense for her to also get her human-half infected into something "full-fledged" in the way she hadn't intended, and still come up without the ability to sire(she wants to make a cauldron for company, a cauldron being like a vampire made family, due to the same motives of keeping her loved ones). Thank you for reading my ramblings, I am brimming with ideas for this AU.

[fandoms--fluff]

Hiii! Can you make one where y/n is the youngest Salvatore sibling and she had a crush on Katherine and Katherine felt the same aswell, so the Salvatore's locked them up in one room and they were so awkward until Katherine felt brave enough to just kiss her

Ty and I hope you have a great day! :)

First Kiss

Salvatore sister reader x Katherine Pierce

Warnings: swearing?

A/n: Hope you like it <3

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Damon pulls the key out of the lock, successfully trapping you and Katherine in the cellar. He turns to Stefan, passing him the key. "That was easier than I thought it would be" Damon smirks, staring at the both of you lying on the ground, passed out.

"Well, that's what happens when you inject them with almost enough vervain to put our little sister and her crush in a coma," Stefan says.

"Yes, but by the end of this, they'll stop making googly eyes at each other and finally get together, ending the torment they're making us go through" Damon explains to him with a small smile on his face as he and Stefan walk up the stairs.

You groan, blinking your eyes open. "Ughh, what the hell happened?" You look up to Katherine who woke you up. She woke up herself a few moments beforehand.

"Your brothers I'm guessing" Katherine helps you stand up. "Of course, why didn't I think of that" You groan and walk towards the iron door.

"DAMON, STEFAN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PLANNING?! LET US OUT OF HERE" You scream up at them, knowing they can hear you.

"No can do, little sis" Damon yells back down the stairs.

You then realize that you're stuck in here with Katherine. Aka, your big-time crush. A crush that you've never told anyone about.

Okay, you need to find a way out of here quickly before you do something stupid and everything falls apart for having any chance of embarrassing yourself in front of Katherine. You think to yourself as you start pacing across the small dungeon room.

Katherine watches as you pace back and forth. She's sitting on the small rusted bed taking in your form without your knowledge. Now, if she could've chosen to be with you in 1864, she would have, but there's only so much she could do to not get attention on herself for Klaus to find her. So she's had to wait over a hundred years to be back with you.

And even through all this, keeping an eye on you over the years, she still doesn't know how you feel about her. Even with her best efforts, she hasn't found out. But that also might have been wiped out by her own obsession with you.

The silence was getting to both of you and you both knew it, but neither of you was doing anything.

Why wait anymore? Fuck it. Katherine thinks to herself.

She stands up and walks over to you, stopping you from pacing. You look at her with confusion as she places her hands on your waist.

"I've been waiting too long to do this" She whispers. "What are you talking ab-" She cuts you off with a kiss.

You kiss her back immediately. Shock and excitement running through your entire body.

As soon as you guys break the kiss, a voice calls from outside the cellar door.

"I told you it'd work" Damon smirks to Stefan who's standing right beside him.

"Seriously?!" You cross your arms, mad that your idiot brothers ruined the moment.

"Open the damn door," Katherine tells them, also pissed about how now they dared to ruin this.

"Okay, okay, but no funny business" Damon raised his eyebrows in amusement while unlocking and opening the door. "Get your mind out of the gutter, dude" You roll your eyes and punch him.

Katherine follows, smirking as Damon wipes the blood from his nose. "Don't say a word" Damon glares to a smiling Stefan.

[mllebleue]

Star Trek came on the air in 1966. It's been 58 years. And in the year of the Great Bird of the Galaxy 2024, it's still in the top 30 TV show fandoms on Tumblr. K/S (aka Spirk) is in the top 25 ships! Both are up by a lot from last year!

It's amazing! The history! The endurance! The inspiration!

Standing ovation! The crowds are cheering! Well done fellow Trekkers and Trekkies! 🖖

[tanoraqui]

Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: I'm gonna punch the winged lion in the face istg

(Again, reminder that this is all retroactive and/or reread. Original timestamps [about half the screenshots/comments] are 3:57-4:14am, last week.)

I dunno, I think it seems like a nice young creature that could be my friend!!

Seriously though: love love love that the first desire it heard was literal hunger, that the first thing it did was feed itself to a creature as food (Laios energy!) (and get pooped out, and so become part of the world!), that the first thing it ate was literal hunger.

"I learned that in this world, things that were consumed ceased to exist."

It's so neat how this applies to everything in this world - physical food, souls tied to bodies which are eaten, and insubstantial desires.

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I just like these little creatures with the eyes.

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it looks so sad...

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fucking LOVE the implication that the different races are just descended from people who wished for different things for "their" people. Yet another #WorldbuildingWin

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I just like these guys! They're neat!

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Genuinely sad that they never even briefly sealed the lion into the Dungeon Gourmet Guide. That would've been so funny and appropriate. For is it not Laios's spellbook, the superficial guide to everything he desires!

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YET AGAIN I LOVE THIS BOY'S STRATEGERIES. He's very..."ruthless" isn't quite the right word, though it's not wrong either. "Unflinching", perhaps. He sees what needs to be done and he does it, even at grievous, grieving cost to himself first, his allies only if he can't avoid it.

Also, obviously: gotta love the relationship between a guy and the cat he trusts to kill him if necessary.

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[clambering up onto a standard internet soapbox] Thoughts are not crimes, you anti sonofabitch!

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THE BITTER IRONY THAT THIS IS EXACTLY HOW LAIOS HAS TO LIVE THE REST OF HIS LIFE, THANKS TO HIS DUTIES AS KING AND THIS FUCKER'S CURSE. (Though, to be fair, as noted earlier, all dungeon lords' final wishes seem to be 'Fuck The Guy That Did This To Me', so it's only fair - and narratively juicy! - that the demon's is, too.)

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Wnged Lion:

Kabru, 20 minutes ago:

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[Radiohead voice] 'Cuz he's a creep...he's a weirdo... What the hell is he doing here? This is just vore, now...

Also, eyes!

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Get you a cat like this!!

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I do not fucking approve of this.

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Extreme unsettlingness aside, this is truly so funny and I can't WAIT to see it animated, and moreover voice-acted. The Laios voice and some body language, but also it's teh Winged Lion, but ALSO the Winged Lion has maintained somewhat of a persona of benevolent, gracious wisdom, whereas demon!Laios has 'slightly charming fuckboy about to Spring Break party in Florida' vibes.

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Get that Kabru-ass big-eyed earnestness off my son's FACE you FREAK!

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The fucking JUMPSCARE of this, I'm cackling. Mithrun's vibes remain impeccable. Bizarre! But impeccable.

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THAT"S NO NIGHTMARE! THAT'S A TRIPLE-HEADED MEGA-SUPER FIRE-AND-ICE-BREATHING HELLA-HYDRAMERA WHATSIT, aka MY BELOVED SON THE KING OF MONSTERS! I'm no more concerned than when he jumped in front of Lycion wearing a giant mushroom and holding Kensuke! I know a friend when I see one!

[sburbian-mechanics]

Uh, Hello? Is this thing on?

Oh, uh. Ahem-

Greetings! If you are reading this, that means that you’re on Froggernet. Aka: Your a Sburb player. You might have a lot of questions, like; how do I complete this quest? What types of dungeons are on my land? What powers do Mages have? Which enemies drop gas grist? Or maybe you are just curious about things, like what kinds of Npcs are on Prospit, how the game generates lore, how to beat the Nightmare Heir, or what fraymotifs are available to you.

Hell, maybe you even want to ask about the post-game, or optional content!

Unfortunately, Sburb does not come with a game guide. And while there are some forums on Frogger, none all in one place. What to do?

That’s where I come in! Names gracelessGrandeur, or GG. Me and my friends have successfully completed Sburb, and with the help of a…normal source of infinite information, I’m here to help with your Sburbian woes! Ask about whatever mechanics you like, and I’ll be here to help you out! No matter what species, moral alignment, or odd request. I specialize in the game's mechanics, thus the name of the blog, but I'm free to answer anything. Just don’t ask me to fix your game. I’m a god, not a dev!

UPDATE: Make sure to scroll the ggs guidelines tag to know a bit more about the kinds of asks I am willing to take. Spoiler alert: pretty much anything, you just gotta be specific.

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[OOC: This is an askbox along the lines of sntechsupport or sburbian-sage, just from a former player perspective! This does NOT take place in the Replay Value AU, though it does take heavy inspiration from it. Details about the universe, and the blogger, will be revealed as we go along! My main blog is @creativeinfinite13. Happy asking!]

[everlastingremorse-blog]

Dungeon Meshi and the Paradox of the Winged Lion

I just finished reading Dungeon Meshi, and I really liked it. It took me about 4 days to read it, and I was looking for a good manga, and it really whet my appetite after I saw that there was an anime.

So I’ve been mulling this over since I finished it, as I needed time to digest the narrative, but also, I wanted a little intro to warn about spoilers. Lots and lots and lots of spoilers.

So we eventually learn that a certain character, The Winged Lion, is, in fact, a demon. Now, that’s not necessarily too much of a twist. I didn’t see it coming, but it didn’t completely come out of left field.

But what is really interesting is how holy and sacred The Winged Lion is. If I remember correctly, TWL is first referenced as “the land’s guardian,” by Yaad, prince of the Golden Kingdom.

Now, a lion with wings is a novel idea, even if it isn’t a super innovative one. But most importantly, that’s not the extent of TWL’s design. It’s implied his more natural state is a 4 armed, anthropomorphic, winged lion with 5 eyes and 4 horns. That’s probably not it’s original form, but it does seem to be the form it identifies with. (It’s also super hot)

Image for reference.

Now, I’m not the only person that saw it, right? This is very similar to a ‘biblically accurate angel.’

Quick note on that term, biblically accurate is a bit misleading. The Bible is full of contradictions. So an angel as a human with wings is as valid as a ring covered in eyes with a pair of wings on it. What we consider “biblically accurate,” is more often seen in stuff like Dante’s Pardisio.

Anyways, back to my point. Is TWL a demon? Or is it an angel? (Let’s put translations aside, because I do not speak Japanese nor do I think it matters too much.) But TWL is called a demon by the canaries (aka the dungeon investigation squad, I think) as the kind of the “root” of the dungeon.

TWL was explicitly summoned using “dark magic,” from a “realm of infinite energy.” Now, Marcille specifies that “dark magic” is a social construct. It’s not inherently evil or corrupting, but it is ancient magic that is taboo.

But the main point from that is that TWL is not from hell. If anything, a “realm of infinite energy” is closer to my understanding of God. A being of infinite power that is so vast that it’s own body is a dimension. That would put TWL as a kind of “angel,” a being made from god’s power/body.

Another thing about TWL is that he is inherently Faustian. He brings about the desires of others so that he can eat them. Much like a farmer or beekeeper, he has a dungeon master so that he can grow their desires and eat them (and also so that he can escape and eat all desires everywhere, all at once)

Now, the thing is is that he can’t just grant desires. He has to have a specific desire to grant, but he can only grant them in specific ways.

TWL offers to bring Marcille’s father back, but the the best he can do it make a doppelgänger. He can maybe bring Falin back, but that’s because she died and became part of the dungeon. And I haven’t made it clear before, but he is the dungeon. Thus he can maybe bring Falin back because she is a part of him.

It’s why Marcille tries to use monsters to invade the surface in order to extend her friends life. Because escaping is the only way TWL could possibly extend everyone’s life, because they would be in his stomach.

But back to the point, TWL, technically, is trying to help. He has no choice but to help. In a very Faustian kind of way, engaging with TWL damns you no matter what your desire or motivation is.

And according to Namari, being inside TWL’s stomach is pleasurable. At least at the beginning, when she only got to be there for, at most, like, 30 minutes. I don’t think the exact time is specified, but she did seem to have a good time. It’s possible, that like the citizens of the golden kingdom, it starts out pleasurable, but that doesn’t stop you from desiring new things. I personally doubt that, because they weren’t in the state of bliss that Namath described, but it is possible that the infinite realm isn’t as heavenly as it appears.

Just like The Winged Lion Himself.

Now, I am not a Christian. I only have a kind of pop-culture osmosis of Christianity that comes from living in America. So this next part might be my misinterpretation of the Christian doctrine.

So, I mentioned earlier that an angel as a human with wings is just as valid as a “biblically accurate” angel.

Thus, to make a lion divine, you can give it wings too. Angel lion. Literally, if you look up “angel lion,” that is what you get.

But lions are significantly both in fantasy and Christianity. A lion is often the symbol of a king. King of the jungle. Strong, powerful, and regal. As in Richard the Lionheart. Thus, it makes a lot of sense for it to be associated with Liaos, the future king, devourer of all horrible things. A lion is a predator, after all.

But Christianity is where it gets a bit interesting, because lions are sometimes associated with the lion of Judah. I do think this is more Old Testament stuff, ya know, pre-Jesus, but I do think it gets associated with Jesus. Check me on that if I’m wrong.

Anyways, this creates a kind of messiah symbolism that TWL shares. It is trying to bring out a revelation about how the world works. And quite frankly, he does. The queen of the elves ends up theorizing that TWL was just a manifestation of mana so that it can communicate with the sentient population. Or, it could be following Marcille’s approach, and showing that ancient magic is just another form mana can take.

This messiah metaphor is amplified by the other form TWL takes: a lamb. TWL would offer up it’s own body in the form of a lamb so that humans can eat it. Hell, that’s how it started in the world, offering up it’s body so that something else can eat.

The Winged Lion quite literally sacrifices it’s own body for the survival of others.

Finally, the winged lion is in everything, and everything is a part of the winged lion. This is most apparent in the dungeon, where monsters are literally parts of the winged lion.

It’s king of hard to see, but the winged lion’s face is made out of different monsters in the image.

I think this is significant for two reasons. Christians can see god in anything. As an atheist, this has confused me, but I think I get it. When I look out and see beauty, Christians see the beauty of god. We see the same thing, but just disagree where it comes from.

But TWL is technically in everything. Certainly the main characters, as they’ve been eating monsters, but also in the inanimate objects of the dungeon. The water and the walls and the treasure are all parts of the dungeon itself. And if TWL is, as the queen said, a part of mana itself, is inside every individual. Or it might be more accurate to say, TWL comes from something that is inside everyone.

Either way, this seems very analogous to “the Holy Spirit.”

In conclusion, this is a strange paradox because it isn’t inherently contradictory. Demon’s are not exclusively bad, even in the Bible (for example, In The Book of Job, God seeks out Satan’s advice). But it creates an ambiguity within the winged lion that examines the importance of understanding and living with life’s shortcomings; that we incorporate the world into our bodies and identities; and that sometimes the solution you’re looking for is just a hearty meal.

[nentenkoneko]

Parallels (Tiger + Spike drabble) (Supa Strikas)

Agony, racing up his side. He fell to the ground. A guttural scream left his lips.

A hand on his back. A massive shadow looming over him. He quivered and shook underneath it. Its touch hurt. Burnt, even. It felt like scalding fire. “I’m sorry!” It cried, “I’m so sorry-!”

“I wasn’t afraid.”

Tiger’s head tilted once again. “Is that what you truly think, or is that just what you tell yourself?”

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Spike kidnaps Tiger as part of his ‘make Bo suffer’ campaign. Tiger makes Spike's life a living hell just for the fun of it.

AKA

Spike Dawson and Twisting Tiger have some very neat parallels with one another that I noticed, so I shoved them into a room together to talk. And also to have Tiger just be an actual troll to Spike.

Crack unfinished(ish) drabble treated semi-seriously.

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It’s been a while since I posted anything. I’m not dead, just on a break sorting life stuff out. I’m coming back I swear, I’ve been in this fandom for almost like ten years don’t think I’m abandoning you (or any prompts in my prompt box, I’m working on ‘em! Love the ideas) </3

This came to me randomly and so I wrote this as a spur-of-the-moment thing. Figured I’d post it as it is now. It’s not good, and very little thought went into it, but I liked the parallels my brain drew up between Spike and Tiger and I wanted to write it out before it left my noggin.

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Spike Dawson and Twisting Tiger parallels (that I'm on about) for those wondering:

Spike – was injured by an opposing defender (goalkeeper) Tiger – was injured by opposing defender/s (unknown specifics)

Spike – never forgave and festered in anger and pain Tiger – forgave and allowed it to make him stronger 

Spike – retired from the league due to his injury Tiger – spent time learning to cope and work around his injury

Spike – was injured accidently Tiger – injury hinted to have been caused by a purposeful dangerous tackle

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“You know.” Tiger sat himself atop the pipe, his legs curled underneath him. Chocolate eyes peered over the edge down at him. “It’s been years, hasn’t it?”

“That doesn’t make it any easier.” Spike snarled, glaring up at the man. “My life was taken from me, I can’t ever heal from that.”

“You can, though.” He tilted his head, his face one of piqued curiosity. His words held little bite. “At least a little. More than you have now.”

“He took everything from me.”

Tiger blinked. “Did he?”

“Yes!” He snapped. His hand flew out to gesture at the room around them. The grubby, dusty dungeon he called home. “Does this look like living to you? I used to be one of the best players this world has ever seen, and this is where that got me. Surely even an idiot like you can see the problem here.”

The Strika paused, clearly in thought. His gaze wandered the confines of the room. “Did Bo put you down here?”

He narrowed his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“But did he?”

He couldn’t help but let out a groan. “His actions put me down here. His decision to end my career put me down here. What more do you want to hear?”

“You could’ve come back.” Tiger murmured quietly. His eyes were so gentle… it was sickening. “To the league. To Grimm. But you didn’t. Why?”

“I couldn’t.”

“You were afraid. Weren’t you?”

“I wasn’t–” He threw a hand out angrily. It connected with one of the many TV screens he had littering the room. It broke upon impact. Glass twinkled against the dim lights as it fell to the floor. “How could you possibly know how I was feeling?”

Tiger’s gaze followed the trail of glass. Watched how pieces stuck into skin, rivets of blood oozing from the small puncture wounds. “Because I’ve been there before.”

“Oh.” He laughed. “Have you, now? That’s rich.”

“I was afraid too.” Tiger continued, as if he hadn’t just been jeered at. His eyes had wandered elsewhere. Glazed over, deep in thought. “I didn’t want to come back either. It was scary, putting myself out there.” His lips quirked into a frown, his face distant with memories. “I never wanted to feel that kind of pain ever again.”

Agony, racing up his side. He fell to the ground. A guttural scream left his lips.

A hand on his back. A massive shadow looming over him. He quivered and shook underneath it. Its touch hurt. Burnt, even. It felt like scalding fire, tearing open his skin, melting at his nerves. “I’m sorry!” It cried, “I’m so sorry-!”

“I wasn’t afraid.”

Tiger’s head tilted once again. “Is that what you truly think, or is that just what you tell yourself?”

“Enough with the cryptic shit.” He scowled, “Get down from there.”

“Hmm… Nah.” Tiger clicked his tongue cheekily, leaning himself backwards, arms raised. He fell, twisting into a handstand as he landed on another nearby pipeline. He began walking himself down the line using his hands, body swaying through the air. “Not until you admit it.”

“I’m not admitting shit.”

“Then I’m not coming down.”

“You’re supposed to be my prisoner.” Spike couldn’t help but point out. A lame argument, he admitted. “Not my personal clown.”

“I know.” Tiger giggled, maneuvering back into an upright position before continuing to wander across the old rusty pipeline, arms outstretched for balance. “I can be both, can’t I? Sitting in a cage isn’t really my thing. Besides.” He peered down at him, grinning, “It’s not like I’m running away. I’m kind of enjoying this.”

“You’re…” He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing, “You’re enjoying this.”

“I’m a real life damsel in distress right now!”

“A real princess would get inside the fucking cage.”

Tiger pursed his lips, humming in thought, “I… don’t think any of the Disney princesses got into cages, actually.” He clicked his fingers, “Wait, does Rapunzel count?”

“Oh. My God.” He wanted to strangle this cocky asshole. “Get down here. Now.”

“No.”

“Tiger.”

“No.”

“Can you–”

Tiger pouted dramatically. “No.”

“Are you fucking serious right now?!”

“Yes.”

“Alright then, smartass.” He scowled, “Stay up there, then. You can’t get out of here anyway. Not when I have the keys to the only exit.”

“Pretty sure I probably can, but sure.” Tiger dropped into a crouch. He was on a pipe directly above him now, close enough to pester him, but intentionally just out of reach. “You gonna tell me your evil plan or whatnot now?”

“It’s a simple one, really-” He completely missed the way Tiger’s eyes rolled at that, “-I had everything taken from me by Bo. I can’t seem to sabotage him the same way, no matter how hard I try, so I’ll take something of his instead. Show him what it’s like to feel true hopelessness and fear.”

“Okay.” Tiger snorted. He glared up at the man, who simply chuckled down at him, “Sorry, I just don’t think Bo’s really all that scared of you, honestly.”

Spike scoffed, “Well you clearly don’t know him at all. He’s terrified of me.”

“Yeah, you must be right.” He sighed, shaking his head slightly, “I guess I don’t.”

“Well-” Spike turned back to his remaining TVs and computers, slumping down onto his chair in front of them. There was nothing left of this conversation- Tiger only seemed to be deriving some sort of sick joy of seeing him suffer like this. “-now that’s covered, can you wallow in your lack of understanding in silence while I work further on my masterful plan, please?”

“One last question-” He groaned, looking back up at the Strika, “Why me? Like- why’d you pick me? I mean I’m flattered of course, but, you know.” Tiger shrugged, “It’s just a bit random.”

“You were the easiest to grab.”

“Easiest to- hey!” Tiger gasped, “I am not! That actually hurt my feelings, what the hell- I’m not the easiest to grab. Klaus is! Or Shakes! Or even El Matador!” He leaned down a little further from his place up high, jabbing a finger in Spike’s direction, “Don’t tell me they’re too difficult for you to ‘kidnap’ for this dumb idea of yours.”

Spike couldn’t help but grin, “Oh no, Tiger, you were by far the easiest. Klaus? He would’ve been way too difficult. It was like taking candy from a baby stealing you.”

“Okay so now you’re just baiting me.” Tiger grumped, sitting fully down on the pipe and crossing his arms with a huff, “Screw you. I want out.”

“I told you-” He rolled his eyes, “-you’re my prisoner. You can’t just leave. I need you for my plan.”

“And I was fine playing along until you said that.” Tiger scrunched his nose, “Now I’d like to go back up to my room and sleep instead of spending time stuck with you in some shitty, Grimm FC dungeon, thanks.”

“Well you’ll just have to wait for Bo to come save you then, hm?” He laughed, “I’ve already sent off a message to him. I bet he’s woken up- panicking as we speak right now, begging that it’s not real. Oh how I wish I could see the look on his face!”

“He doesn’t care, man.” Tiger groaned, holding his head in his hands, “Why don’t you understand that? Besides- Bo could sleep through an Earthquake! He won’t hear the text message! We’ll be here all night!”

“We won’t!”

“Yes, we will!”

“What makes you so sure, huh?”

“Gah!” Tiger tugged at his hair with a groan, “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re the one being ridiculous. Can’t you just sit quietly like a normal prisoner?”

Tiger paused, “...Do you… often kidnap people..?”

“Well, no…” He bit the inside of his cheek, “But in the movies they don’t complain nearly as long as you have.”

“I…” Tiger’s hands clasped together, and he sighed, “I’m beginning to understand why Bo hit you.”

“Hey, too far-!” He barked, standing up from his seat, “I could say the same for you, asshole. Maybe Colossus’ defenders should’ve aimed for your head instead of your arm to knock some sense into you.”

“Even if they’d hit my head, you wouldn’t see me wandering around crying victim.” Tiger snipped back, “You’re so obsessed with him, every waking moment of your day, man. Do you dream about him too?”

“Shut up!” He snapped, “Deep down I know you’re just as angry as I am!”

“But I’m not- I’m literally not!” Tiger tugged at his hair again, “It’s just you. I was angry when it happened, sure, but that was years ago and I moved on. You know, like a normal person? Why can’t you?”

“He took–”

“-’everything’ from you. I get it.” Tiger sighed, “But it was an accident. He apologised. You had chances to better yourself, but you didn’t take them, it’s as simple as that. You instead signed off of Grimm and made it your life’s mission to just be an asshole.”

“How would you know what I did or didn’t do?”

“Then tell me.” 

He blinked. “What?”

“Then tell me.” Tiger repeated, “If I’m gonna be trapped down here for the next few hours with you, why don’t you just- I don’t know, get it all out now? Free therapy session.” He glanced off to the side, adding with a mutter; “You clearly need it.”

“I– you’d just use it as blackmail!” He grunted, “Why would I bother trusting you?”

“I’ve watched so many documentaries about you that I probably know you better than your own mother.” Tiger deadpanned, “And do I really look like someone who blackmails people?”

“Aren’t you the guy who got his ass beat by Nakama after exposing all their secrets?”

Tiger barked out a surprised laugh, facade cracking, “That was a misunderstanding. I didn’t say anything.”

“A ‘misunderstanding’.” 

“Yeah. Just like you ‘n’ Bo.” 

“That’s not a misunderstanding.”

“Say what you want, Spike” Tiger rolled his eyes, “But I’ve seen the footage. I know what happened. It was an accident. Everyone agrees that it was an accident. Except you.”

“How would you feel if I told you your injury was just an ‘accident’?” He snapped back, teeth bared, “What if I told you all that pain you experienced meant nothing just because someone said ‘sorry’?”

“No one’s undermining your pain.” Tiger scowled, “You think during my recovery I wasn’t hit with the same thing? Colossus fans dogpiled me. Said I was faking, that it wasn’t as painful as I said it was, said anything and everything to beat me down. But you know what?” He gestured to the room around them. To the piles of rubbish and pastry bags tossed about, “At least I didn’t give in to it and end up living in some shitty basement.” He pointed a finger directly at Spike now, “People are cruel, and they’ll continue being cruel. Not an excuse for you to give up on yourself.”

“Oh, shut up,” Spike snapped, swatting the air like he could push the words away. “You act like you clawed your way out of a warzone. You got a glorified sprain, wrapped it up in some cool bandages, and the whole world fell at your feet.”

Tiger let out a breath that was almost another laugh- but there was no humour in it.

“A sprain?” He echoed, voice tight. His left arm reached to his right, tugging at the fabric wrapped around it. It fell away, revealing deep, angry scars hidden underneath. Twisted scarring that looked faintly like tiger-stripes marred the contours of his arm. “Does this look like a sprain to you?”

Spike couldn’t help but avert his gaze. The view was nauseating.

“You wanna know what I got?” Tiger asked, continuing regardless of the silence that followed, “Permanent nerve damage. Torn tendons. My arm doesn’t respond right half the time, and when it does, it’s agony. I wrap it to stop the tremors. I wrap it so it doesn’t get worse. I can’t cure it. It’ll be like this until I die.”

He slowly began re-bandaging the arm. “I didn’t have it easy, so don’t go around saying that shit.” Tiger squinted down at him. “So yeah. Maybe you think it’s unfair that Bo got to keep playing. Maybe you think he stole something from you. But guess what? He tried to apologise. Everyone tried to help you. You just spat in their faces and then cried when no one stuck around.”

Spike’s voice was uncharacteristically raw, “It wasn’t that simple-”

“Yes it was!” Tiger cut back in, “You wanted someone to blame more than you wanted to get better. You clung to the pain so tight it turned into rot. And now look at you. Angry, bitter, alone, and you’re still trying to drag other people down with you.”

He crouched again, arms resting on his knees, gaze cold and steady.

“I didn’t let the pain define me,” he finished, quiet but heavy. “You did.”

—

If I ever came back to finish this up I’d have it end with Tiger and Spike chatting and being all buddy-buddy and Bo eventually showing up, having finally woken up and read the messages, only to stumble into what looks like some crappy sleepover. Cause initially this was supposed to be humor with just a little hint of parallel talk, but it kind of went the opposite way the more I wrote.

Also I don’t think Tiger’s arm looks like that, I just wanted to throw in some cool scars or something. I actually have an injury very similar to what I assume Tiger experiences myself. No scars, no signs of trauma to the naked-eye. Also my right arm, but it’s my shoulder, not elbow/forearm. I injured it by landing shoulder-first into pure concrete whilst having a seizure. Not the exact same, as I said, but my injury is that of a ripped/torn tendon that helps control weight-bearing in my arm. If I put too much pressure on it/or angle my arm wrong, the tendon ripples like a guitar string being pulled, and then pops out of place. It feels about the same as dislocating your shoulder (I’d know, I’ve done that too), except there’s nothing you can do but wait until the tendon loosens up enough to slip back into place. It’s incredibly painful. The only plus side is that whenever it flares up my mind instantly goes ‘omg Twisting Tiger core!’ as I’m legit sobbing from agony lmao. 

It helps when it comes to writing him I suppose, ‘cause now I know what it’s like. I always was one for immersing myself into a character’s lifestyle for storytelling.

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[sardonic-rose]

Dungeons, Dragons, and Transformers: A Headcanon Post (Transformers Prime Edition)

Sup. First post for this fandom and coming out swingin'.

Basically, upon learning about Dungeons and Dragons, would they play, and how would they play?

I may come back and do more of these for other continuities. Anyways, let's go. 😎

D&D Lingo:

DM: Dungeon Master. The person who runs the game. Dungeon Master is a term specifically associated with D&D. Other TTRPGs tend to use the term GM, or Game Master. PC: Player Character. The character that a Player is using for the game. NPC: Non-Player Character. Tends to be characters the DM portrays, such as shopkeepers and quest givers. TTRPG: TableTop Role Playing Game. Refers to the entire genre of role playing game that D&D belongs to. SRD: System Reference Document. The core rulebook for Dungeons and Dragons.

Autobots:

Optimus Prime: He would not play, but may watch from time to time. He would be especially intrigued after learning the history of Tabletop Role Playing Games; how the genre evolved from roleplay scenarios used to train tacticians in the military. If he ever decided to play (post-war, most likely) he would make one of the greatest DMs of All Time. As a Player, however, he would have a tendency to have his Character lead the other PCs like he does with the Autobots, which may create conflict.

Ratchet: Has no interest at all. That is, until he hears someone playing a Cleric/Paladin/Druid going, "Guys!! I can't HEAL YOU if you are ALL THE WAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MAP you SUICIDAL FUCKS!!" (AKA: The rage every gamer feels when playing a healer.) At which point Ratchet briefly becomes highly invested, going, "Listen to your HEALER!" and trying his best to offer strategies. Later, he still insists these games do not interest him in the slightest.

Arcee: At first, she's cool with just watching. Not all that interested otherwise. However, if she hears a particularly good campaign or module being planned later down the road, she may try it out as a Player. She would try playing, but would never DM.

Bumblebee: He is IMMEDIATELY down to play. He would get SO into it and get Really Good Really Fast. His DMing is alright (I think he'd want to try DMing upon having his voice back) but he is better as, and has much more fun as, a Player.

Bulkhead: He's not as into it as Bumblebee, but he still has fun playing! He gets flustered whenever a PC tries seducing someone. He wouldn't want to DM though; he's perfectly happy as a Player.

Smokescreen: Just like Bumblebee, he is IMMEDIATELY into it. He doesn't learn it as fast, but that doesn't mean he won't eventually! He tries to DM, but kinda flops at it. His friends try to spare his feelings but... it's not very easy and he ends up thinking he did better than he actually did. He's better as a Player for sure.

Wheeljack: Of COURSE he will play. He is probably one of the Players who has their Characters seduce their way out of (or into) problems. He would probably come up with, and DM, a wacky module or two. Shit would be CRAZY.

Ultra Magnus: He wouldn't be interested, and you wouldn't want to get him interested either. He is a Rules Lawyer from HELL. If he participates, he will have had the SRD and every rulebook already memorized and will correct every last little detail. Do Not Play a TTRPG With Ultra Magnus.

Decepticons:

Megatron: At first he would not be interested. However, he may feel intrigued enough upon learning more about the game to at least observe once. If he ever plays, he will either demand the DM not hold back, or he will come up with a campaign or module himself that is so challenging that it can, and will, make Players cry.

Soundwave: No shit he'd play, so long as it didn't interfere with Decepticon duties. He'd be damn good at it, too, and fun to play with. He makes a great Player and great DM. Soundwave is, indeed, Superior.

Starscream: He says he has no interest. He will eavesdrop on games anyways and constantly critique everyone. He MIGHT be willing to play if you imply that he's not playing because he can't do any better, but really, would you want Starscream in your D&D party?

Knock Out: He watches games, and may join in on a few if they interest him. He is a passionate Player or Spectator, offering colorful commentary.

Breakdown: He is more reserved than Knock Out, but may also watch. He would only play if Knock Out is playing. Otherwise, he doesn't have much interest.

Shockwave: He has no interest. He won't even watch.

Airachnid: She would like to watch, and would like playing, too. She's actually pretty good at it. Should she try her hand at DMing, she wouldn't be terrible by any means, but BOY is she harsh with the puzzles and traps. She definitely gets a kick out of getting the Characters tied up or otherwise trapped somewhere. It's a little weird.

Predaking: He has no initial interest. Upon hearing more about the game, he may observe. He might get interested enough to try playing? If he does, he would also demand the DM not hold back. (You may want to hold back anyways, though. Things tend to Get On Fire when Predaking gets frustrated.)

The Insecticons: If they have any interest at all, they'd watch one or two games, tops. Otherwise, nada.

The Vehicons: They ABSOLUTELY have D&D nights upon learning about the game. Of course, they are basically cannon fodder, so campaigns may fizzle out after a battle (or when Megatron gets pissed, or when Knock Out or Shockwave need lab rats, or...)

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog: Wakfu Season 2 (episodes 1-5)

Episode 1 - Monsters and Chimeras

I didn't mention it in the liveblog of season 1, but I think it is probably common for a person in a group of adventurers to be a scribe/quest journal keeper.

(putting on a crepinjurgenite tinfoil hat) We know that Kerubim keeps one canonically, and that as a child Joris liked scrap booking, so my headcanon is as follows:

While travelling alone, Joris keeps a private travel journal nobody is allowed to read (it has: drawings and photos of views he found beautiful + quick sketches of maps and notes on environment to refine at home (HE'S CANONICALLY INTO CARTOGRAPHY, BESIDES PHOTOGRAPHY) + he gets sappy&mentally ill about it all, so it's cringe to him.) (Unsurprisingly, it never contains any sensitive political data or his objectives, and if he does need to write something like that down, he tears that page out asap)

Atcham doesn't keep journals as a rule (having a literal paper trail might reveal to the investigators the location where he hid the bodies)

While travelling as a group, Kerubim keeps the journal, and it's a pretty pragmatic one (for him. He writes down the most random things, from important info, to actual fucking recipies he learned and personal notes à la "NOTE! next morning after we exit the tavern i should buy tangerines. i think Joris is beginning to suffer vitamin C deficiency but is keeping silent about it as usual"). Unlike Joris, he isn't into photography or doodling, HOWEVER, he will purposefully ask Joris to take photos and draw maps/landmarks in that journal. Because Joris is good at it. (And because he has had a folder of Joris's art through ages 4-600 in a hidden room in the house, all framed and sorted alphabetically, and he NEEDS more items in the collection.)

Episode 2 - Rubilaxia

It was mentioned at the end of the previous episode that Eva would be making her way through the Cania plains, and I am glad the series shows us at least one of the unique rocks found in Cania.

I don't know why, but it feels nice when the games and the cartoons represent the same place the same way. That's why I'm pointing that out.

Episode 3 - Remington Smisse

(coughs) This sword appears in episode 1 of the critically acclaimed (and worldwide-beloved) show under the name "Dofus: Aux Tresors de Kerubim"

Once again, the show has been planting seeds for Adamai's joker arc for its entire run, and still managed to squander it during season 3.

I have never seen a show fumble the bag that bad, I'm sorry.

Episode 4 - The Return of Percedal

Big believer in rubitristeva. A family can be a dad and swdad (sword dad) and a mom.

Episode 5 - The Dragon Pig

Wakfu Cannibalism Counter: 1

The reason I point this out is that, with every instance of inter-adventurer cannibalism in canon, the chance that Joris, Kerubim, and Atcham have tasted human flesh (outside of Waven) grows.

On the topic of Waven Cannibalism Lore, strangely, porkassess, AKA the pig people who are stuck in a mutual cannibalism war with Bonta under Joris's rule (technically not cannibalism because they are a different sentient species from twelvians, similar to goblins and bworks, but I doubt it's much better...) worship the minor god Ougah (who is a mushroom)

It is unknown (at least, to me) what the hell the Dragon Pig is.

But he is definitely tasty.

While they were busy grinding their professions and doing pizzlarva quests, he was dungeon crawling with his guild.

Also, let me be real, the whole conflict of "boo-hoo, nobody respects Tristepin" is random, mean-spirited, and out of character, inserted into the show simply to create conflict. Tristepin got resurrected after weeks of them thinking he was dead. They should not, logically, treat him this way (at least yet).

Reasons I think Dragon Pig might be an immortal, perpetually reincarnating/perpetually killed porkass: Does this to a person who lives in areas surrounding Bonta.