#my in universe explanation is uh... magic

[cheekinpermission]

get rekt azul

[somniseeker]

“ding!” [ undertale x reader ]

series masterlist : [here] | chapter one

summary: you can’t sleep, and at 3:49 AM, a notification pulls you into a mysterious group chat called UnderChat. the members—quirky and chaotic sans au’s like ink, fresh, and error—welcome you as their newest recruit, insisting you’re from an alternate universe. confused but curious, you hesitate to believe them, wondering if you’ve stumbled into the strangest roleplay or something more.

3:49 AM

That was the time, obviously. You were not catching a wink of sleep tonight, even though those eyes of yours were pratically burning at this point. Blinking at the bright light which popped up when you clicked a notifaction. "DING!" echoed the phone on full volume: You were just about to scroll through tumblr aud—

Oh.

Oh. . 

You've been added to a groupchat.

Immediately sitting up you rubbed your eyes, curiousity gleaming in them.

UnderChat 

You don't remember downloading that app. . Perhaps you accidentally clicked on one of those explicit advertisements on accident while reading on pirated websites, that seems like a plausible explanation. Still doesn't explain why you're recieving notifactions saying your in a groupchat. A groan escaped your lips as you clicked the notifaction, although accepting the fact this was some sort of call-out cancel groupchat, an accidental add, or it's fake and it's a virus. Probably the latter.

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[ SLEEPRLUVR has joined the group ]

FunkN'Fresh: wellllp ill be diddly darn darned we gots a new funky fresh membah?

GlitchBitch: Stop typing like that.

FunkN'Fresh: noo can do funny magic maannnnnnnnn

[ GLITCHBITCH has muted the groupchat ]

FunkN'Fresh: you maaaaaaad.

Ink: Oh! New member yay, Okay so I can explain this as your probably confused sans!

Ink: Eheh, "how do you know my name" you might ask! wellllp, yknooow the multiverse and all that stuffs? We made a groupchat!

SLEEPRLUVR: what? 

Ink: Okay so a basic run down of how the app works, the three icon's at the side shows you every AU that has joined so far and what their username is - You need to create a profile with yours!

SLEEPRLUVR: what

Ink: Oh— You must still be confused, I'll just do it for you! What AU are you from?

SLEEPRLUVR: what.

Ink: ...

Fell2cool4school: prolly from "what"!tale lmfao

SLEEPRLUVR: no, just wasn't expecting roleplayers in my schedule today. i can do this - what aus are open?

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The chat suddenly went dead silent, leaving you staring groggily at your phone, squinting at the screen. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Does it really take this long to grab a character masterdoc? It's been a while since you last roleplayed, but this felt off. When the next message finally popped up, you couldn't help but roll your eyes. 

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Ink: Oh, uh... this isn't exactly roleplay, but I get why you'd think that! Anyway, we’ve got a lot of AUs here, so take your pick! Let’s see… there’s Underswap, Underfell, Dancetale, and even some wacky ones like Dusttale and Underlust, but let’s not go there unless you’re into, well, *that* kind of stuff. 

SLEEPRLUVR: ...i’m just going to ignore that last part.

Fell2cool4school: aww c’mon, why skip out on the fun? 😈

SLEEPRLUVR: This is ridiculous. Okay, so let's say I believe this whole “multiverse” thing. Why am I here?

Ink: Well, every AU needs a representative! Think of it like... a council! Each universe gets one member to join the chat, share ideas, keep peace, y’know? And... well, you’re the lucky one picked from your AU!

SLEEPRLUVR: but i don’t even know what AU i’m from. how am i supposed to “represent” it?

FunkN’Fresh: uhhh doesn’t seem too funkay to me, guess they jus got dropped here like a beeboppin’ newbie!

GlitchBitch: Figures. Another clueless one. Just what we needed.

Ink: Don’t mind them! We’ll figure out your AU together! It’s kinda exciting, right?

SLEEPRLUVR: mmm, more like nerve-wracking. can i leave?

Ink: Nope! Once you’re in, you’re in. But don’t worry, we’re all friends here! ...Sort of.

Fell2cool4school: speak for yourself, inkhead. i ain't here to make friends. only enemies. and sometimes frenemies. but mostly enemies.

SLEEPRLUVR: yyyeah, i’m definitely going to regret this. okay, so if I’m stuck here… how do I create this profile thing?

Ink: Just tell me a bit about yourself, and I’ll set it up for you! Favorite color? Likes? Dislikes? Any cool abilities? C’mon, spill!

SLEEPRLUVR: umm… favorite color? any, I guess. Likes? Sleeping. Dislikes? Waking up. Abilities? being normal???

GlitchBitch: Abilities: None. Fitting.

Ink: rainbow, sleeping, normal. Got it! I’ll just make your profile super quick…

FunkN’Fresh: "likez sleeping" heh. typical standard sans bruh.

[INK is typing…]

Ink: Done! Welcome to the UnderChat, SLEEPRLUVR!

SLEEPRLUVR: …i’m going to need a lot of coffee for this, aren’t I?

FunkN’Fresh: forget coffee, maaaaan. get some soda in yer veins, get the funky fresh groove goin’!

GlitchBitch: Or you could just log off and get back to your irrelevant existence. Just saying.

SLEEPRLUVR: …i’m starting to think leaving this group would be the sanest option.

Fell2cool4school: too late for that, buddy. you're one of us now. welcome to the madness.

     You sat on your bed, legs crossed beneath you, staring at the screen with a mixture of bewilderment and curiosity. That was... ermmm, certainly an experience. These people seemed like some serious kinnies or something. You hadn't seen roleplayers this deep in character since the wild days of Danganronpa Kokichi Tumblr drama. You gnawed at the inside of your cheek, debating your next move. You had things to do in the morning, so maybe it would be smart to just get some sleep. But then again—shouldn’t you figure out which AU to be? They didn’t even give you a proper list of what was available!

     You could at least deduce a few things. Obviously, GlitchBitch was the Error Sans of the group, with his snarky, broken-text vibes. Ink was, well, Ink, and FunkN’Fresh was soo stereotypically hippie, it was a dead giveaway who he was supposed to be. But who else was in this group—this "UnderChat" as Ink called it? And how were you supposed to see these profiles they mentioned? The whole thing was making your head spin, trying to figure it out.

     Still, as you finally set your phone down and pulled your covers over you, you couldn't help but feel a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Yeah, it was weird—being added to some mysterious group chat by what seemed like over-enthusiastic roleplayers—but there was something almost... nostalgic about it. It had been a while since you just sat back and played pretend, no matter how weird the scenario... or old the fandom was.

     Maybe tomorrow you’d hit up the Undertale Wiki and find a cool AU to rp as. After all, if you were going to be stuck here, you might as well have some fun with it.

* A/N: uhm, this was written for ao3 and crossposted on quotev and now we're here. it looks best, imo, on quotev because it comes with extra media!! but im here because ppl can send asks n stuff for extra content of the skellies. please reblog or comment , it helps my motivation

[bri-cheeses]

I would love love if you would do prompt 15 with Jily if you’re comfortable! Also I absolutely adore the vibe of your blog, it’s genuinely so cozy

I’m actually so happy someone sent in Jily, they are very near and dear to my heart!! And thank you for the compliment, it means a lot <3

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| Jily | Prompt 15: Soulmates | Word count: 1,588 | Based on this ask game |

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The library in the late evening is one of Lily’s favorite places, and her friends are used to losing her for hours at a time while she curls up on a bench by the window, book in hand as the dying light of the day streams through the glass.

Today, however, she doesn’t have a book with her. No, today, she’s staring out at the grounds, lost in thought.

James is being weird. James has been weird all week, ever since his birthday on Sunday, and Lily just can’t figure it out. He’s seventeen now, and he should be excited, shouldn’t he? He’s an adult who can now legally practice magic at home, which means he can get up to all sorts of magical trouble at home as well as at school now.

But instead of walking around with big smiles and even bigger laughs, James has been almost skittish everytime Lily sees him, refusing to make eye contact and having a hard time even putting a sentence together. It’s a big change from how they were before, inside jokes and catching each other’s eye from across the room, working through their past issues to become friends. For a little while, Lily had thought they might be becoming more than friends.

Not anymore, clearly.

She lets out a sigh big enough to stir the strands of hair that have fallen into her face, and she wonders if she hasn’t somehow messed something up. She should really just talk to him, she knows that, but the thought of getting up from her seat and confronting him makes her stomach churn.

The sound of a heavy footstep behind her causes her head to whip around.

It’s James.

Of course it is.

It’s James, and he’s still looking a little skittish and off, hands tapping the edges of a box he’s holding nervously. Lily’s eyes drop to the box, then return to his face.

“Hey,” she says, confused.

“Hey,” he says back with an awkward clearing of his throat. “Can I?” He nods to the space on the bench next to her, and Lily shifts over to make more room.

“Yeah, of course.”

James sits down on the edge of the bench, tapping his foot on the ground over and over, and sets the box down in his lap. Lily follows it with her eyes, not even bothering with pretending like curiosity isn’t eating her alive. This, she knows, is probably an explanation of why James has been so weird, and it’s several days overdue.

“So, uh,” he begins, which is a promising start. “You know the thing?”

“The thing,” Lily repeats, deadpan, and watches as James nods seriously.

“Yes, the thing that happens on birthdays.”

Lily does know “the thing.” James is referring to the game the universe likes to play on all of them, delivering little hints as to who their soulmate is every time they complete a lap around the sun. It’s supposed to get less and less obscure as the years go by, but for her birthday this year, she’d only gotten a small figurine of a deer. She’d had no idea what that could mean, so it’d just gone straight into her suitcase.

Lily looks at the box again.

“Is that…?”

James follows her gaze.

“Yeah, it is. And, well, honestly, I didn’t really want to show you, but Sirius said that I have to, and Remus agreed, and Remus has more common sense than all of us, so—”

“James,” she says, interrupting his nervous rambling. “What’s in the box?”

He takes a sharp breath.

“Um, well—it’s easier if I just show you.”

He reaches for the lid slowly. There’s a slight hesitation before he flips open the lid, trepidation marking his every move, almost like the thing will bite him if he doesn’t move slowly.

Lily tries not to feel disappointed when the angle she’s looking at makes it impossible for her to see inside. Then again, she’s not certain she really wants to see inside, if James is about to show her soulmate clues that probably don’t add up to her and therefore firmly erase the chance for them to ever be more than friends.

It’s fine.

“I don’t have all of them,” James starts to explain as he sorts through the box, clearly looking for something. “I always leave the ones I got before school at home, you know? On a shelf in my bedroom. They aren’t very specific, anyways, so they aren’t really necessary to bring with me—oh, here it is.”

He emerges with a small, gold button. He passes it on to Lily, who takes it and turns it over in her hand. It’s not extremely revealing of anything. Most girls have clothes with similar buttons, and it’s not hard to lose them, either. She raises an eyebrow in James’s direction.

“Buttons aren’t common in standard wizarding clothing,” he explains. “I figured it meant that my soulmate was almost definitely not a pureblood. I was so relieved at that, you have no idea.”

He says it with a grin, and Lily gives him a small smile back. This whole situation is still confusing, but if James wants to talk about his soulmate with her, she can’t blame him. She wouldn’t want to have to talk to any of the other boys about it, with maybe the exception of Remus, and no matter how she might feel on the inside, it’s her duty as a friend to listen to James when he wants to talk.

She hands the button back.

“You don’t strike me as the type to marry your cousin, anyway,” she says.

James’s hand brushes hers as he takes it, laughing.

“Thanks, Lils, it means a lot.”

The button drops back into the box with a hollow kind of noise, and James picks up the next object—a teabag.

James smiles at it as it dangles on the string.

“This one confused me at first, but then Sirius pointed out that it probably means they’re British.”

Lily laughs. “I like that one.”

“Me too,” James replies, and places it back down, beginning to pull things out in earnest now.

He grabs something else, holds it up so that Lily can see it’s a Knut.

“A magical coin for a magical soulmate.”

Logical, Lily thinks.

A letter seal, which, as James puts it, “Has a Hogwarts seal to tell me that they go here.”

Next, a red and gold hat with a lion on it, “To show that they’re in Gryffindor, like me.”

And finally, James goes to reach into the box one last time. But before he actually grabs whatever it is, he hesitates again, and Lily has to push down the urge to peer over to see inside for herself. She’s getting this nervous kind of hope building up in her stomach, and she feels a bit sick with it.

James grabs the object delicately, like he’s afraid of breaking it. A strange sort of silence falls over the two of them as they sit there, James quiet and serious, Lily waiting to see what’s making him act that way, almost holding her breath with the hope that something good happens.

“Close your eyes,” James tells her.

Lily listens.

“Hold out your hand.”

She does.

It’s soft, the way James places the thing in her palm, this underlying sort of reverence in his motions. Lily can feel it even with her eyes closed.

“Open.” He whispers the word hoarsely.

Lily does just that, eyes opening and going straight to her hand, where there’s…

There’s a flower.

There is a flower sitting in her palm.

And it’s not just any flower, it’s—

“A lily,” James says, voice quiet, “to tell me it’s you.”

She looks at him, mouth agape, the back down at the flower. Back to him. His eyes are steady in a way they haven’t been ever since his birthday, and Lily knows he isn’t lying.

“Me?” she asks, dazed.

James nods.

“It only makes sense, really, given that I’ve been in love with you ever since I was eleven.”

Lily laughs, and if it’s a bit wet, who cares. She’s just found her soulmate.

“Come here, you idiot,” she says, leaning forward.

James meets her halfway.

The kiss is soft and sweet and has that same sort of reverence with which James put the lily in her hand, and when she pulls back, it’s with a smile.

“I had no idea you were mine,” she says.

“Really? None at all?” James sounds surprised, but she’s not too worried.

She shakes her head. “It’s pretty hard to guess when the universe decides that your big clue is a deer figurine.”

It’s a little… unexpected, the reaction James has to the word “deer.” He blanches, then coughs awkwardly. Then fidgets on the bench.

“Yes, um, I guess so.” His reply is weird and stilted, and it makes Lily narrow her eyes. She knows him too well by now to not know when something’s up, and she’s not about to let it go that easily. Not when he’s her soulmate.

Merlin, he’s my soulmate.

She pushes it down for a second.

“James,” she says, voice low and serious, “why did I get a deer figurine?”

James clears his throat again.

“Well, you see,” he says, “that’s definitely a story for another time.”

And Lily would press more, she really would, but James is pulling her back in for another kiss and she’s completely helpless not to give in.

That is her soulmate, after all.

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Surprise Visit Pt 2 (Thor X Son!Reader)

Characters: Thor Odinson X Son!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

Pt 1

Request: Hi, I'm just finish Poco's udon world, and right of the batch I thought what if Poco is Thor's son, Poco has some of his feature too and I remember your fic Surprise Visit. Can you please do a Part 2 of it?🥺 reader is like Thor but he quite shy and always bring with books that his mother read before bed they bonding by activities together Thor bring him to Asgard to meet his grandparents Loki read them books, tell them stories, show and teach them magic (Harry Potter) with Freyaa and all fluff❤

The first few days after finally meeting your dad had been awkward to say the least. You were spending almost every waking moment either with him, or your uncle. You had expected that Loki would be a lot more awkward with you- or straight up wouldn’t like you from the get go, but it ended up being kind of the opposite. Thor had been a bit too eager from the get go to play the fatherly role, and you found it unnerving, and when Thor realised that (with help from Clint and Steve pointing it out for him) he backed up and started to just try and get to know you, your interests, your dislikes, and take things a little slower. Loki, on the other hand, was nowhere near as pushy, gave you space, and didn’t force conversation on to you. Eventually though, you ended up finding something to bond with Loki over; Books. 

You had been interested in the books he read, even if you couldn’t read the language, and worked up the courage to ask him about it, and after an explanation, he asked what kind of books you liked, and it was a start of an actual long and meaningful conversation. Loki took that, and hinted that Thor should look into those books. The next day, Thor showed up to your room with a pile of books in his arms and a grin on his face. 

Things since then had got a lot better between you and your dad. Instead of forcing it, or acting the part for the sake of it, Thor had naturally fallen into the father role that made it a comfortable change for you. Thor had little interest in books, but you had the ritual with him now of him buying a book for you, you read it, and after every chapter, you give him a rundown of what happened in detail, and you’d discuss it. You’d opened up a bit with him over the weeks, about what your life was like growing up with mum, holidays, key memories for you, and the rituals you two had- including reading books before bed together, which was where your love for books came from. Thor soon got you some of the books you mentioned, so you could do it with him. You got into a nice rhythm of living with and being around your dad and uncle, to the point where you were expecting it when an advancement was suggested. 

“How do you feel about going to Asgard with Loki and I, tomorrow?” Thor asked, as you were tidying up after another late night discussion about a book you had been reading- this one actually a recommendation from your Uncle Loki. You stopped what you were doing, and looked over at Thor, who waited patiently. 

“Uh… sure. Okay.” You agreed hesitantly, and immediately his face lit up. You had long guessed this conversation would happen, so you had time to prepare for it, though you knew that was actually impossible. What could prepare you for going to the land of gods- where you know you didn’t belong, even if Thor was your father? “Do… Do they know about me?” You asked cautiously. 

“Of course!” He immediately answered. “As soon as I returned to Agard after we met, I told mother and father about you, and my friends! I wanted to tell the entire kingdom, but mother- your grandmother, insisted we wait till you met them all first before telling the rest of Asgard. Freya, your grandmother, is the most eager to meet you.” He gushed to you. You’d heard a lot about your grandparents through both Thor and Loki. Admittedly, Thor was the only one who talked about Odin, and while Loki didn’t talk much about them, when he did, it was always about Freya, about how she was also a bit of a bookworm, and how she taught him magic.

You got up early the next morning, mostly due to struggling to sleep from the anticipation, and you didn’t have to wait for either your dad or uncle to be ready either, though you couldn’t tell if it was due to excitement or nerves, or maybe they were both feeling those things- your dad the excitement, and Loki the nerves. It didn’t help that your dad was a raving optimist, and your uncle was a pessimist, so you couldn’t tell who was feeling the right way, so you just adopted a bit of each of their emotions. Cautiously excited.

You honestly wasn’t sure what to expect when you actually got there, or even the process of getting there in the first place, but as soon as you left the Bifrost, you were in awe. Sure, they had told you all about Asguard- the rainbow path that led to it, the great kingdom, the beauty of it all, but none of that was in comparison to what you were actually seeing. You remained in stunned silence the entire walk up the bridge, actually entering into Asguard, past the several hundred people who came to welcome them back and ask about you, up until your father actually called for you, after seeing you distracted by something else further away. You turned, seeing several people stood with your father and uncle, looking at you smiling. “Y/N, these are my friends, Fandrall, Hogun, Volstagg, and Sif.” Your father introduced you.

“So this is the little prince?” Sif questioned with a smile. 

“Little? Thor, you said he was a boy! Give it a few years and he’ll be ready to be king!” Volstagg laughed, though the mention of such a role made you look at Loki quickly, and then your dad. 

“He is a boy! The very idea of being king is still a long way away- you make it sound like he’ll outlive me.” Thor defended. 

“Speaking of Kings.” Loki spoke up, placing  hand on Thor’s shoulder. 

“Right! Haven’t had the chance to introduce him to the rest of his family. We’ll pick this up later, promise.” Thor told them motioning you over, and guiding you deeper into the kingdom, down several expansive corridors, before you turned a corner, and spotted a group of women talking in the hallway ahead, and your father and uncle stopped. “Loki, stay here with Y/N.” Thor requested, before going towards the group, and you looked up at Loki confused, who patted you on the shoulder. You watched as your father approached the group, made some small talk, before all the women except one left down another hallway, and Thor stepped to the side, motioning the woman towards you and Loki, and you realised who she must be. Freya. Your grandmother. 

As soon as she saw you properly, she smiled warmly, hands clasped and pressed against her chest with excitement, and any fear you had- fear of not being liked, or not meeting their standards, of being a disappointment, being looked down on for being half human- it all faded. You could feel the love and acceptance radiating off the woman as she reached out her hands, and took your own. “Y/N, words cannot describe the absolute joy I feel to finally be in your presence finally after all of Thor’s descriptions.” Freya told you, gently squeezing your hands, and you couldn’t help but smile too. 

“I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you too from dad and uncle Loki.” You told her, and her smile grew, before she pulled you closer and wrapped an arm around you. 

“Thor- Loki, go tell your father that you’re here with Y/N- I’ll give Y/N a tour of the palace- we’ll be in the library when you’re done. We have a lot to talk about.” Freya decided, already walking away with you, and you didn’t fight it, leaving with her. 

Thor and Loki did as ordered, finding their father, letting them know they’d also brought you, and after a bit of back and forth questioning where exactly you were, and Loki explaining their mother had already stolen you away herself, and Odin simply sighed, and got up to follow his sons to head to the Library. 

By the time they met back up with you and Freya, you and her were already getting along like a house on fire- she’d asked about your mother, her health, your childhood, her own expieriences that related when raising Thor and Loki, and when she heard about your little tradition with Thor with books, she picked out a book for you to take home to read, and to keep. You felt comfortable enough with her to ask about Loki and Odin’s relationship, the comment Thor’s friends made about being King one day and how you weren’t big on the idea, and also how according to how your dad and Loki talked about Odin, you were much more worried about meeting him than her. Freya had answers your questions, reassured you of your worries, and promised Odin would be on his best behaviour, and she helped your first meeting with Odin a lot from the get go. 

As soon as Freya saw her husband, she stood first, smiling. “Odin, thank you for joining us. I was just about to ask Y/N if they’d like a private family dinner. What do you think?” Freya asked him, wrapping an arm around you again, and you smiled nervously at your grandfather, who was a lot more intimidating than you had anticipated. Odin didn’t talk at first, stepping a little closer, and you panicked internally, not knowing what to do, if you were supposed to do something- but Freya had kept her arm around you, gently rubbing your arm in reassurance. 

“That can certainly be arranged. It’ll let us get to know our grandson. Thor, will you come with me to make the arrangements?” He asked, of his oldest, who nodded. “See you at dinner, Y/N.” He told you, before making his leave, Thor smiling at you, before following after him. 

“In the meantime.” Freya spoke up once the two were quite a distance away. “Y/N, want to learn some magic?” She asked. 

“Mother, I don’t know about that…” Loki fussed. 

“Just beginning spells, nothing serious… we’ll save that for later. Maybe you could mentor Y/N as well when back on Midgard.” She suggested, and you realised that maybe, just maybe… Loki got some of his mischief from his mother. 

“Am I able to do magic? Since I’m half human?” You questioned. 

“I believe so, it’s worth a try. You coming Loki?” Freya questioned her son, who simply sighed, and followed after, deciding to be apart of his mother’s antics, knowing that Thor might lose his mind when he finds out about this. 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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[foxgirlpirate]

Hey everyone!!! I have some worldbuilding things that I wanna share!!!

Ok ok so, I’ve been writing out a bit of a loredump for my OC, Lilith, which has turned into a whole explanation of the worldstate and everything else. So for the sake of I guess better segmenting things and making more specified posts for certain things, I’ll make this a more general post discussing worldstate and systems in place. I really apologize for the delay in this post, work is a bitch and this post itself has ballooned into a whole exposition dump of the fundamentals of this world, so uh, yeah to the few people that wanna read all of this mess, uh, enjoy!! If people like it, maybe I’ll explain more in the future^^

Click for massive loredump:

To begin, I’ve used DnD, specifically parts of 5e and 3.5e as a baseline starting point for systems like magic, monsters, and game mechanics. This originally started out as making PC’s in a DnD world, but as I’ve spent more time crafting and building this world alongside my partner, we’ve developed something a lot more intricate and complex.

The myth of creation is a heavily understudied and unknown part of this world. People believe in a singularity bringing about the birth of reality, others believe a singular or a group of gods were responsible for shaping the world in their image, either way, the most commonly used term to describe the dawn of time is “The Spark”.

Within this primordial chaos, there is an intrinsic “magic” or a form of “the arcane” in the universe. This magic acts as fundamental building blocks of reality itself, interwoven through all aspects of nature and life, taking on many different names including The Source, The Current, Essence, Thauma, Lībą (this is supposed to be proto-germanic for life, linguistic majors please correct and educate me if i’m wrong), Vitae, Will, and so on and so forth.

In terms of understanding how this Essence works, try to imagine the Prime Realm as nodes and strings connecting said nodes together, weaving and bringing it all together to form what is “reality”. Nodes exist within living beings, allowing creatures to have magical abilities, and people to wield magic in various ways. Whether you commune with the world and nature becoming one with it, having a natural born affinity through lineage or generational use, through study and bending it to your will, or through patrons or divine sources, magic is technically accessible to any persons through different means. A respect must be shown and given to how you use this power, for a failure to do so can be cataclysmic. The abuse and manipulation of nodes, bending them against its will can lead to disastrous consequences that could permanently scar the world. One case in particular would be the civilization that would one day become modern day Gwist, the home of Lilith and a major city in this setting. Their abuse of a node that once was the center of their society resulted in a localized calamity, splitting and tearing the earth beneath them, entirely destroying and burying their city. In its wake, a horrifically radioactive and toxic resource was left behind in the deepest recesses of the crevice, flowing in pools and rivers of a magical liquid named “Spark”, which would revolutionize the world’s technology.

To circle back to how people have an innate ability to access magic, this kind of goes hand in hand with souls. Souls exist within living creatures, comprised entirely of magic, with nodes as the focal point. To destroy a node within a being is to destroy their soul, and to destroy their soul is to destroy them. The soul is you, and the soul holds such an impressive and invaluable power. Afterlives do exist, primarily they are tied to what you may believe in, what god you pledge yourself to, or what have you. Atheistic or undevout afterlives do exist too. Honestly it’s mostly a character specific thing, and depends on who believes in what. I just really didn’t like how depressing 5e/Forgotten Realms lore is for undevout souls are, so I like to sprinkle in a little bit of hope there, ya know?

Moving on from souls and magic, let’s talk about realms. There’s still the fundamental basics of planes of existence, including the hells, the abyss, feywild, elemental planes, astral plane, ethereal plane, far realm, etc. It works about how you’d expect in a typical universe, often being depicted as a “Great Wheel” or a “World Axis”, separating the Elemental Chaos and Astral Sea into lower and higher planes, containing their own realms of existence. Though many of these realms are very different to what you may be familiar with in traditional lore.

The Feywild, or in this world also known as Sylva, The Land of the Elves, the Enchanted Forest, and the Wildlands, is an interesting place in this world, taking a lot of inspiration from an almost story book fairy tale Brothers Grimm inspired version of the Black Forest in Germany, tapping into the idea of it being a very magical realm filled with tricksters, faeries, and other magical creatures and beings. Sylva was also the original home of the Sylvans, who formed great societies heavily steeped in blending nature and the Essence in their culture. At one point in early history of the Prime Realm, the alignment of realms would allow the Sylvans (and various other magical entities) to peer into and migrate from their ancestral home, making arrival in the new land and integrating with local cultures such as the ancient Vampires, the proto drawven societies, humans, and the various beast races.

Another realm also exists within creation is known as the Void. The Void in this reality sits opposite of Sylva, a realm of negativity and darkness. The Void is this world’s version of the Shadowfell, ever changing in it’s aesthetics, but all the same resembling a twisted facsimile of reality. The Void is the home to many lost souls and shades, beings trapped in perpetual midnight left to wander the ever expansive wastes. Various powerful entities have dwelled within the Void, cementing themselves and making their own homes or demi-planes within such as The Reckoner, an eldritch being with unknown and mysterious origins, who is bound to another one of my OC’s named Tara!

Now, I could keep talking about more details about extraplanar realms or the history of the Prime Realm itself, but this post has gone on wayyyy too long, and Prime Realm history is probably better saved for another post sooooo yeah. I’ll leave it there for now!!! To whoever may have read all of this, I really appreciate the time spent reading this, even though it’s very drawn out and longwinded, and I always welcome comments and questions regarding my world :33

Love y’all!!!

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

Hiii!!! This is my first time requesting a thing!

So uh, I don't know if Tumblr will eat this, but i wanted to heavily request a summoner reader cookie! I doubt you accept this because the say summoned creatures are from a game called Creatures of Sonaria... Like a crossover-

Plot and plus from my huge imagination 😃:

|•Reader Cookie can summon things from alternate universes, and tame almost anything thanks to the witches for blessing her with that ability (beast tamer, or not?)

•So after the seal was broken, WL(White Lily) couldn't really close the seal back and get SM(Shadow Milk) and so because of this the other beasts were able to escape.

•Having not even being able to do much with SM, everyone was terrified because now they have to try and stood against the five of them (if they even were able to do so..)

•So, as they watch in terror as the beasts make complete havock amongst the forest, they also get scare for dear Reader Cookie since they were still in the Faerie kingdom and that's where the beasts are heading

|Now the real thing where Reader Cookie enters and make their debut lol, i think u were waiting for me to say of them.|

•So Reader Cookie was somewhere amongst the Faerie Kingdom large gardens, laying down on their back on a patch of flowers while giggling and and looking up at something, tho there was nothing at all? They were muttering things and mostly alike talking with the air. That's it until one of the beasts found them (can be any of them) but didn't really make their presence know and only call the others to see this strange cookie interact with apparently nothing (not)

—OK SOO, here are a little bit of more in depth explanation of reader cookie power!

-If the summoned beast is invisible or can get invisible, Reader cookie will see say creature with a white outline on it, even in distance but not too much.

-The creature can't be aggressive towards Reader, even if being it can't hit them it like a gut feeling of being connected towards them as Reader does still have the power of controlling then as their will, but they see that too cruel and just let them decide whether or not they want to be with

-Oxytalis, the summon creature! (They are quite huge and creepy looking rose lol)

•They have and invisibility, corrosive and leech life abilities.

-They have a really well development smell sensitivity, so they almost detected immediately what the Beasts where there.

-In size, they are enormous, which is like double the size of a house.

Wiki info:

https://creatures-of-sonaria-official.fandom.com/wiki/Oxytalis

Mystic Flour Cookie was so very, very confused when she first saw you. At first, it seemed like you were talking to nothing.. until her magic allowed her to see.

You're a summoner.. how interesting!

She approaches casually, and despite her nature, she's more than inclined to talk with you. She finds it very easy to, slipping into casual conversation.

That, and she finds herself drawn to you. You're so.. kind. Gentle. Something she wants to protect, oddly. And maybe.. she can.

[roseyreveries]

Far Away - 5

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Muggle!Reader Previous Part <- click! Summary: You wake up inside the Harry Potter universe without any explanation as to why you're there. Disclaimer: All characters are being aged up for PLOT (1st years are 15, 7th years are 21) but characters may act immature and childish in the beginning at times to keep their character development. Not accurate to the books or movies. CW: bullying kinda Directory <- click!

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The morning air in the dungeons was colder than the rest of the castle, sending a chill down my spine as Lila and I walked toward Potions class. The flickering torches along the stone walls didn’t do much to brighten the gloomy atmosphere, and the weight of the day ahead hung heavy in the silence.

Well, mostly silence— Lila was munching on a chocolate frog like it was her breakfast.

“Why do I feel like I’m walking to my execution?” I muttered, clutching my books a little tighter.

Lila smirked, “because you kind of are. Snape doesn’t play favorites— unless you’re Malfoy probably. Then you’re golden. The rest of us? Collateral damage.”

“That’s not helping,” I hissed. “How are you not freaking out right now? It’s Professor Snape. He’s supposed to be terrifying.”

“Eh,” Lila said around a mouthful of chocolate, waving a hand dismissively. “He’s not that bad once you realize he treats everyone like dirt. Lowers the stakes.”

“That’s… not comforting,” I muttered, glancing nervously at the classroom door as we approached.

Lila smirked, licking her fingers and tossing the empty frog wrapper into a nearby bin with perfect aim. “Relax, newbie. Just sit in the back, don’t blow anything up, and you’ll survive.”

“Says the girl retaking Potions,” I shot back, raising an eyebrow.

Lila laughed, a sharp, unapologetic sound that echoed down the hallway. “Touché. But for the record, I didn’t fail because I’m dumb. I just… don’t care. Honestly, I was too busy hexing people who deserved it to bother turning in homework.”

I gave her a skeptical look, and Lila rolled her eyes. “Fine, if you must know, I’m actually pretty good at Potions. Snape even said so— well, in his usual ‘you’re still a disappointment’ way. But rules aren’t really my thing.”

I couldn’t help but smile a little at that. Lila’s chaotic energy was oddly reassuring, even if it made no sense. “Great. Meanwhile, I have no idea what I’m doing. I didn’t even know magic was real until, like, two days ago.”

Lila stopped mid-step, spinning to face the reader with narrowed eyes. “Been living under a rock or something? You a muggleborn?”

I froze, realizing my mistake. “Uh— not muggleborn, just overexaggerating I guess.”

Lila’s gaze sharpened, but before she could press further, the classroom door creaked open, and a dark voice drawled from within. “If you are done wasting time in the hallway, kindly enter my classroom before I deduct points from Slytherin.”

Professor Snape.

Lila grinned and gave me a playful shove toward the door. “Saved by the greasy bat. Lucky you.”

My stomach churned as we walked into the classroom, the heavy atmosphere pressing down on me. Rows of workbenches stretched out in neat lines, each topped with cauldrons and ingredients. I quickly slid into a seat at the back, Lila plopping down beside me without a care in the world.

The classroom was already half full, with students scattered across the workbenches in pairs. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and something sharp, almost metallic.

Snape swept into the room like a storm cloud, his black robes billowing dramatically as he moved to the front. He stood with his arms crossed, his dark eyes scanning the room like a predator sizing up his prey.

As I settled in, my gaze flicked to the front, where none other than Draco Malfoy was sitting at his workstation, his pale blond head angled toward his cronies. He turned slightly, catching my eye for a split second before smirking.

Great. Just my luck.

“Pay attention,” Snape began, his voice slicing through the low murmur of the room. “Today, we will be brewing a simple Wiggenweld Potion. Simple, at least, for those of you who have more than two brain cells to rub together.”

I flipped open my book, scanning the instructions. I recognized maybe half the words, and even those felt like they were written in a foreign language. Murtlap Essence? Dittany? What even is flobberworm mucus?

I did my best to take notes, though my hand trembled slightly as I tried to keep up. Lila, on the other hand, leaned back in her seat, twirling her quill lazily.

“Are you even paying attention?” I hissed under my breath.

“Not really,” Lila whispered back with a smirk. “I already know this stuff.”

“Then why are you even here?” I asked, exasperated.

Lila shrugged. “Because Snape would hex me into next week if I skipped. Plus, I like watching him intimidate the Gryffindors. It’s good entertainment.”

I looked back down at my messy notes and the words on the pages of the textbook. My panic rose as Snape began assigning ingredients.

“You okay?” Lila whispered, already pulling out her supplies with an air of practiced nonchalance.

“Not really,” I muttered, staring at my empty cauldron like it might explode on its own.

Before Lila could respond, a small wad of parchment hit the side of my head. I frowned, looking down at the crumpled note now sitting on my desk. Glancing up, my eyes met Draco’s across the room. He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he leaned back in his seat like he didn’t have a care in the world.

I unfolded the note, my irritation growing. “Need help, newbie?” it read, the letters jagged and mocking.

My face burned, and I crumpled the note in my fist, glancing at Lila, who was too busy crushing an ingredient with a mortar and pestle to notice.

“Eyes on your work, Miss Thunderbrooke,” Snape’s voice snapped, cold and sharp as ice. I jolted, quickly reaching for the nearest jar of ingredients, my hands fumbling as I tried to keep up.

But Draco wasn’t done.

“Wrong one,” Draco whispered loudly enough for me to hear, his voice laced with faux helpfulness. “That’s powdered asphodel, not dried billywig stings. I’d hate for you to accidentally poison yourself.”

My hands froze over the jar. “It says asphodel on the label,” I hissed back.

“Does it?” Draco said, feigning surprise. “My mistake.” He smirked, and his cronies snickered.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Snape said sharply, his tone stern but still far gentler than when he addressed the rest of the class. “Focus on your own cauldron.”

“Yes, Professor,” Draco said smoothly, though he shot me a look that clearly said, This isn’t over.

I turned back to my workstation, my hands shaking as I added ingredients to my cauldron. Every time I tried to focus, Draco found a way to interrupt— knocking his book loudly against his desk, muttering exaggerated “helpful” instructions just loud enough for me to hear, or casually flicking pieces of parchment in my direction.

By the time my potion was half-finished, my frustration had reached its limit. I turned to glare at him, my voice low and seething. “Will you knock it off?”

“Miss Thunderbrooke,” Snape’s voice cut through the tension, and my heart sank. His dark eyes bore into me, his expression a mixture of disdain and disappointment. “If you insist on distracting my class, perhaps you’d prefer to serve detention scrubbing cauldrons?”

“But I wasn’t—” I started, only to catch Draco smirking out of the corner of my eye. He looked utterly unbothered, his chin resting casually on his hand as if he’d just won a game I hadn’t even realized we were playing.

Snape’s glare silenced me. “Ten points from Slytherin. Consider this your first and only warning.”

I bit my tongue, my face burning as I turned back to my cauldron. Lila shot me a sideways glance, muttering under her breath, “He’s such a git. Don’t let him get to you.”

Easier said than done, especially with Draco’s laughter ringing softly in my ears.

Class dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity as I tried to salvage my potion. The instructions blurred together on the page, my mind still reeling from the embarrassment of Snape’s scolding. I glanced at Lila, who was calmly stirring her cauldron, utterly unbothered by the chaos around us.

“Stir counterclockwise, three times,” Lila whispered, not looking up from her work. “Then add the Wiggentree bark. Carefully.”

I nodded, following her instructions. “Thanks,” I muttered, though my voice carried more frustration than gratitude.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Lila said with a smirk. “Your potion still looks like swamp water.”

I groaned softly, leaning over my cauldron. I was about to ask if swampy green was normal when another wad of parchment hit my elbow, sliding across the desk. My jaw tightened, but I didn’t dare look up this time. Instead, I unfolded the note beneath the desk, my fingers trembling with irritation.

What’s wrong? Can’t handle the pressure? Maybe Hogwarts isn’t for everyone.

My grip tightened on the parchment, crumpling it into a ball before shoving it into my pocket. I refused to give Draco the satisfaction of a reaction.

But Draco wasn’t about to give up that easily.

“Careful with that stirring,” he said from across the room, his voice light but cutting. “Wouldn’t want your potion to explode. Oh wait— you already added the lacewing flies too early, didn’t you? Such a rookie mistake.”

I froze, my mind racing. Had I? I glanced down at my cauldron, trying to remember what step I was on. My hesitation made Draco’s smirk widen.

“Malfoy, shut up,” Lila hissed, finally turning her glare on him. “Don’t you have some Gryffindors to hex or something?”

“I’m just trying to help,” Draco said, feigning innocence as he leaned back in his chair. “Can’t fault me for being concerned about a fellow Slytherin’s education, can you?”

Lila rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath that sounded distinctly like a curse word. I, meanwhile, was fighting the urge to throw a handful of flobberworm mucus at Draco’s perfectly smug face.

“Enough,” Snape’s voice cut through the room like a knife, silencing the murmurs. He swept toward the back, his dark eyes narrowing as he took in my cauldron. “Miss Thunderbrooke. Your potion— if it can even be called that— should be a vibrant emerald green by now. What is this?”

I stammered, my face burning as I looked down at the murky, swirling liquid in my cauldron. “I-I must have… missed a step.”

“Missed a step,” Snape repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. He turned, his gaze flickering briefly to Draco, who sat straight and proper, as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. “Perhaps if you spent less time entertaining Mr. Malfoy and more time following instructions, you wouldn’t be wasting my ingredients.”

I felt like sinking through the floor, but Snape wasn’t finished. “Ten more points from Slytherin. And you will stay after class to clean this mess.”

I didn’t dare look up as Snape turned on his heel, his robes billowing behind him as he returned to the front of the room. The laughter from Draco’s side of the room was soft but unmistakable.

“You okay?” Lila whispered, her tone uncharacteristically gentle.

I nodded stiffly, keeping my eyes on my notebook. “Fine,” I muttered, though her voice wavered.

By the time class ended, I was the first to stand, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere. But Snape’s voice stopped her cold.

“Miss Thunderbrooke,” he said without looking up from his desk. “Stay behind. Everyone else, dismissed.”

Draco shot me one last smirk on his way out, his cronies trailing behind him with muffled laughter. Lila gave me a sympathetic look, whispering, “I’ll wait outside.”

Once the room was empty, Snape approached my cauldron, his expression a mask of irritation. “Explain.”

“I—I’m sorry, Professor,” I stammered. “I was distracted, and—”

“I’m not interested in excuses,” Snape interrupted sharply. “You are in Slytherin, Miss Thunderbrooke. I expect excellence. Not this… mediocrity.”

I nodded quickly, my throat tightening as I stared at the floor.

“Clean up your station,” Snape said coldly. “And next time, I suggest you keep your focus on the task at hand.”

“Yes, Professor,” I mumbled, feeling thoroughly humiliated.

As I scrubbed the cauldron, my thoughts swirled with frustration. At Draco, at Snape, at myself. I barely noticed when Lila poked her head back into the room.

“Come on, newbie,” Lila said, her tone softer than usual. “Let’s get out of here. I’ve got chocolate. You need it.”

I sighed, setting the scrub brush down and following her out. As we walked toward the Great Hall for lunch, I couldn’t help but glance back over my shoulder, half expecting to see Draco lurking in the shadows.

I didn’t. But the smirk on his face was burned into my memory, and I had a sinking feeling this was only the beginning.

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parenting books did not prepare them for this:

"The Smee twins don't want to be boys anymore." 

Mal blinks. The parenting books didn't prepare her for this one. "Uh. Sure. Do they want to be girls?" 

Carlos shrugs. For some unfathomable reason, the Smee twins have decided that Carlos is the most trustworthy adult in the house, and have consequently decided that they're only going to talk to him when they need something. It keeps things nice and quiet, but it's also weird that they picked the guy who spends most of his free time researching better ways to make explosions as their singular safe adult. "Dunno. They didn't exactly say, so I figure probably not. Do we have books on this shit?" 

They have books on everything from feeding toddlers (thankfully not applicable - the Smee twins are old enough that they're willing to eat anything, and Celia and Dizzy haven't managed to procreate yet) to managing runaway teenagers, but they don't have any books on what to do when your sort-of-adoptive kids decide that they don't want to be boys anymore. "No." 

"Figures. Can we get some?"

"If you can figure out what books cover it, I'll misappropriate treasury funds to buy 'em," Mal decides. It might not even count as misappropriation if she can get Evie to write up a little blurb justifying the expense as part of the isle kid program. They got Celia and Dizzy's cell phones with official treasury funds. The magic that Evie's email connections can work is basically infallible at this point. "Do they want to cut their hair or anything?" 

"I didn't ask. There were a lot of tears." 

Mal winces. "Did you try and comfort them, or something?" 

Carlos's face is what she can only assume is a pained reflection of her own. "Yeah. But it didn't really work, so I just told them that they don't have to be boys anymore, and then I got them set up with chocolate milk." 

Chocolate milk is the ultimate comfort food. It's also the only way that any of their newest VKs will drink milk, which is proving both expensive in the finances department (Evie) and adventurous in the cereal department (primarily Jay). 

"Yeah, that's fine," Mal decides. If they're not actively wailing, everything is probably fine. "Do they want, like, to paint their room a different color?" 

"Crying," Carlos reminds her, like it's a complete explanation. "Didn't ask." 

"I can't ask them, they'll cry if I look at them wrong," Mal says, in a very measured and calm sort of tone. "Go back and ask if they want to paint the room, or cut their hair, or something." 

Carlos casts his most baleful look up at her. He really has to work for it too, because the universe is deeply unfair, and he's taller than she is now. "Crying." 

"Don't be a wimp." 

He groans. "I'm too young to be a single parent. You're aging me prematurely. Every time I do things like this I can feel my brain cells maturing." 

"Shut the fuck up and go talk to your kids." 

[tom-cobalt]

OOC. Hi I am @thefcguy , and this is my DC OC roleplay blog.

(Like @vicenovirtues ; @jacynbrakegrayson : @therealrickeygrayson ; @movntaindrew , @vvultur3 and so on, so 4th, there are many out there XD).

Mostly, I roleplay as my OC Tom, but, uh, it's kind of different than the majority.

(The top image is how he looks like at the moment).

Cause, this blog is directedly connected to the canon story (although the blog isn't actually canon on the story).

As soon as a chapter/episode/issue is finished, I will act as if Tom has just finished the adventure of said chapter.

Which means that, before the story starts, you guys will get to see some pre-events of season 1. Which means the day to day life of Tom in the lab.

The Blog's title will probably change as the story progresses.

Some things about Tom before you guys flood the inbox:

THE ACTUAL STORY AND RELEVANT POSTS IS ON THE BLOG @thehopesquadhq

The fact he is Bruce's youngest in the AU is something he wants to hide. He has severe family issues and want to forget about them. Again, you guys can tease and ask about his family, but, he will stay with his mouse closed.

A lot of the stuff he writes in the beginning is about the lab which is pretty messed up. So, be careful, there is gore, kids being tortured, and experiments that are anything but moral.

I have no canon explanation to how Tom is being able of posting into a multiversal internet, when he can't even post in the regular internet, cause the lab doesn't allow prodigies to have accounts on social media to expose the organization there. Let's all pretend it's magic, Uncle Grandpa, OC magic, or whatever.

At this point of the story, Tom's outfit isn't either of the ones in the fixed post. I still haven't done his wardrobe, so, his Green Light Lab uniform isn't available for you guys to see.

If any other roleplaying blog, OC or not, wants to interact, I am open to it, but, remember, I don't have time for complex storylines.

It would probably be like just Tom confused on how he can talk to family members of other universes, OCs of other AUs/timelines, and all his nephews and nieces.

I have this "Tom's journal" thing that is sort of canon, because, Tom is writting them in the story, but, he is writting them in a doc, not a social media.

Well, I guess that's it, so let's just write Tom's introduction.

______________________________________________________________

Hello, my name is Tom Cobalt (Cobalt isn't my surname, it's my ranking codename, but, before I turn 18, it kind of is my surname inside the lab, until it becomes my only name) and, I am a... reluctantly ... Green Light Prodigy! He he... he... he... *frowns*.

Honestly, my mental health is going down the drain, and, I need to let these feelings out. Anyway possible.

If you guys want to know more about the hell... I mean, my life at the lab, I am all ears.

It's mostly me venting, though, I am tired...

Well, Tom signing out, I guess.

[spotaus]

Do you have any more info on Haphazard ?

Looking at you with big eyes

Staring back at you with equally big eyes 🥺

I do! I do!! (I'm just gonna add a cut with like... a lore summary if that's okay? And if you want I can @ you on any previous posts I've made on the guy lol-)

Soooo Haphazard! He (and *technically* Lost) is like. Part of this bigger multivariate story I have going in my head called Eternal Ashes, which is only relevant because it's a Next Gen multiverse 😅. Having said that, if you're thinking of using Hap but his heritage that comes up in a sec is a roadblock, I give you full permission to completely ignore the fact that he's a ship kid haha! He's just Some Guy >:] (same applies if he's only there for like, a single second or appears in a thought bubble lmao-)

Oh and if you're just curious then this will be a fun opportunity to properly bring him up! I never talk about this loser (/aff)

Okay! Real answer though! Haphazard is the son of Error and Ink in my multiverse (and in his case, the eldest child, as Gradient/Paperjam/Many Many others don't exist here!) And thus his design is very based on their motifs lol!

(As you can see he's been around. Uh. A while. My style keeps changing and for some god-forsaken reason he's super skinny in the second picture here lmao-)

The first image is the design I've always kinda used for him, but I added the second because I'm thinking of adding the blue-screen of death affect in a few spots on his main design like around his socket- ANYWAYS NOT THE POINT

Haphazard wasn't exactly... *raised* in his childhood. He kinda popped into existence thanks to a glitch in the code of a universe that was influences by both Ink and Error's magical interference with it. Ink is the one who scooped him up, but it was Dream and Blue who largely kept an eye on him when he was just a baby bones. He was weirdly self-sufficient though, and so aside from some mild parenting from Dream he like. Kinda just started walking along Baby Animal style lmao.

A lot of his life has been spent trailing his parents. Because he's connected to the multiverse's code, he can feel when a rift opens and how badly it deteriorates the barriers between the universes. If one gets too bad, it can collapse and merge universes. His parents are the worst offenders for Not Closing Rifts after their fighting, so he rushes to patch things up afterwards, ensuring the universes can heal and close off again.

For this reason, his magic manifests as Tape Strands, and his weapon is based on the kind of pointy blade at the end of a tape dispenser lol. The tape is Purple and makes sure things stay where they're supposed to.

So, he's spent a LOT of times doing repairs.

Personality-wise he's a stricter for rules and regulations, and is kinda obsessed with being The Hero of sorts. He's the one who's always right, he knows the way things should go. (He isn't and doesn't, though.) He also has a uh. Complex. Because he isn't the *oldest* ship kid, but he's close. And like, 3 other kids before him were kinda designated (Asriel + Chara style) to be the ones who would usher in an Era of piece between the usual warring factions (Night vs. Dream) but one died, one is actively committing war crimes, and the third had a breakdown and ran off at some point. He thinks he can prove himself now, because he was skipped over for that title twice, when he's Right There lmao.

( This entire thing is why he's so mad at Lost when they first meet. Lost (unaware) has a REALLY corrosive magic that starts to eat away at the space between universes. (The short version of that explanation is. Void Shenanigans? Like how Gaster fell into the void and he was erased from everyone's memory, but Lost forgot like. Everything instead lol-) And when Lost traveled looking for 'home', Hap would pick up on the disturbance, find it was Lost, rush to scold him, and then Lost wouldn't remember him which drove him NUTS. But after literal years of these interactions (and once where Lost was used as a malicious distraction by the War Crime Committer because, y'know, susceptible to suggestion lol) he ends up realizing that he's the only one who's actually paying attention to Lost as he just like, stumbles around, and decides he's going to work to watch out for him 🙏)

And in general, Haphazard is *technically* responsible, but he definitely values his moral rules and written rules over emotional rulings lmao. (Honestly he probably has smth very similar to Ink with low-emotional processing on his own merit lol-)

This is a very chaotic summary of this goober so I hope it makes sense haha!

[welcome-to-latveria]

Would you say that the whole turning-Valeria-into-armour thing was horribly ooc & character assassination?

I wouldn't go as far as saying it was character assassination because most writers now just pretend it never happened so it didn't really have any permanent effects on Doom's character but yes I do think it was horribly out of character. Actually not only that I also think it was just an insanely stupid plot line.

So let's unpack all the stupidity.

First of all we have Doom seeking out and killing Valeria and then turning her skin into armour. Why does he do this? Well the reason given was that he had to sacrifice something of value that was irreplaceable because he made a deal with demons for power. Sure okay. However there's also this explanation that Doom gives himself which just confuses the whole thing?

Like what the hell is he talking about choosing science over sorcery? Does Waid think because Doom went to university he choose science over sorcery? He literally spent his time at uni building a machine to contact his mother in hell what are you talking about? Also there's an underlying current here that I don't really like which seems to be that Romani = sorcery, that by leaving Valeria and his people that was choosing science? It's literally not even a true representation of previous canon and it also doesn't sit right with me implications wise.

Moving on to the sacrifice for power deal with some demons.

Now let's start off with the fact that Doom would never make a pact with demons after what happened to his mother w/ Mephisto like seriously do I have to point that out is that not obvious to Waid? Making a deal for power with a demon is straight up the reason his mother died why then would he do the same thing? If this was a life or death situation I could understand but it's literally just something he woke up one day and decided to do?

Also once again the references to him somehow not being a master of sorcery? It's like Waid woke up one day and realised Doom is also a sorcerer it's so bizzare. This is a concept that has been explored multiple times before and it's established that he's a master sorcerer below only like Dr Strange so I'm not sure why this is written like Doom has the ability of a 5 year old or something.

Everyone else in this story also acts like this is the first time in their life they've heard of Doom practicing magic. Ben literally says they always knew his mother was a witch and then acts like Doom must have 'finally' discovered magic. Does Ben think that Doom also didn't know his mother was a witch or what? Does he think he just found this out? So confusing. Reed then chimes in and says 'Victor's behaviour is unthinkable' (haha get it. unthinkable is in bold. do you get it? because the whole arc is called unthinkable. haha do you get it??). Reed then says 'why after all these years is he coming at us with such unscientific means' bro I'm being fr what are you TALKING ABOUT? No wonder this arc is called unthinkable my god Waid literally lost the ability to think whilst writing it.

Also note Reed's 'I don't believe in magic' - Ben tears into that himself in the panel but I really do want to acknowledge how fucking stupid that sentence is. Literally the panel before Ben had spoken to Dr Strange but magic doesn't exist according to Reed. Sure okay Waid.

Towards the end of the arc Reed says this when Stephen tells him that Doom bargained with the demons for power. 'Bargained? Usually Victor simply takes what he wants' wow Reed finally someone is talking sense in this story. He says that and then it's immediately swept under the rug. 'What's in this for them?' uh no we don't give a fuck about the demons let's circle back to your previous point about how Doom would never bother making bargains with demons when he could just take what we wants.

That's really the crux of the problem that to me makes this arc fall completely flat. 'Guy makes bargain with demon where he sacrifices someone he loves for greater power' is just not a Doom storyline I'm sorry (it is, however, very much a Constantine storyline. That comparison alone should tell you how very much out of character it would be for Doom to do it)

Like I said he would never bargain with demons anyway but if he HAD to he would be out to get what he needed without sacrificing anything at all. He wouldn't just blindly do what they say I mean this is a guy who thinks himself above EVERYONE why is he doing the bidding of random demons for power that quite frankly he already canonically had?

The awful stuff with Valeria obviously just adds to my dislike of this arc it just really wasn't needed he could have just killed her painlessly there was no need for All That and then the skin armor as well? The whole thing just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Next theme is the magical ones! I absolutely adore your magic fics you’re so good at creating these fascinating scenarios that lead to really good character development. And I love how you let magic be magic - you use it so effectively and intricately without getting bogged down in unnecessary explanation. It works really well and I really like it!

🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 (love this concept! Mr “i don’t believe in curses or fate or anything that i can’t prove” has to reckon with being related to magic - absolutely love that let’s watch him go crazy! And hard of hearing buck! Excited to see what you do with that too!)

🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟 (glad to see eddie and shannon working things through! Love stories where they get the chance to re-become the friends they always deserved to be. And as always I love this whole universe and am very excited to continue to see what’s in store for the fire fam)

- PCA <3

THANK YOU!!! I appreciate that so much. Fantasy is so dear to my heart so I am always happy to include any possible elements.

81 for 🌲 (THANK YOU!!!! It's gonna be fucking moody I can telll you that much)

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Super fucking embarrassing to have him here for this.

Tommy leaves, exchanging a somewhat frosty hug with Buck before taking off. The moment he shuts the door behind him, Eddie gives Buck a pointed look. 

“Uh, what’s going on with you two?” Eddie asks. 

“Nothing,” Buck shrugs. 

“Oh, come on,” Eddie replies. “That was chilly.” 

“It was… Regular temperature?”

“Buck.” 

“Oh, so you can press me for info but not the other way around?”

“Yep,” Eddie confirms.

“What? How is that fair?”

“Because you fold easier than I do. What happened with Tommy?”

Buck groans. “It’s really not a big deal. He wanted me to leave with him.”

Eddie’s shoulders drop. “And you didn’t, because you wanted to interrogate me about Chris?”

Buck frowns. “That’s a funny way of saying, I wanted to make sure my best friend didn’t feel alone after a rough evening.”

Eddie exhales. “I guess that’s nice of you.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“He’s not happy?” Eddie asks. 

Buck shrugs. “He’ll get over it.”

“I still don’t want to talk about it,” Eddie tells him.

Because, really, what would he say? I’m so sad all the time. I feel hopeless. I dream that I’m hollow and I think that it might be true. No. Eddie definitely isn’t going to say any of that. 

“Alright,” Buck nods. “Fine. You want company anyway?”

Eddie takes a deep breath. He nods. “Yeah. I would. Thank you.”

“I’ll grab beers?” Buck offers.

“Thank you,” Eddie says again. 

Buck walks to the kitchen and Eddie sits back down on the couch. He reaches for the remote, intent on changing the channel from the news to baseball. He catches the preview, again, for the upcoming news story on that dead hiker. 

“Parents of twenty-five year-old Ashton Wallace are unsure how their son ended up dead outside of Katrineholm, Sweden. The recent poli-sci grad told family and friends he was hiking in Apache-Sitgreaves National Forests in Arizona, with no plans on leaving the country. According to police, Wallace’s passport was left at his apartment.”

Eddie, uninterested in another devastating family story of loss when his own seems to be ongoing, switches to the baseball game. Buck comes back, sits beside him, and hands him the beer bottle.

“Rangers on?” He ask. He likes to pretend to care about Eddie’s team. It’s sweet, really. 

“Yeah,” Eddie nods. 

“Greatt,” Buck says, settling into his cushion. 

And everything still fucking sucks, but… Eddie is still glad Buck stayed. Things always suck just a little bit less when Buck is beside him.

vii. 

After Weston - the cheerleader who broke his pelvis rather horrifically - leaves the hospital, only to be reunited with his father, Eddie decides to try calling his son. It’s not one of their scheduled Zooms. The ones his mother supervises. But he figures, it doesn’t really need to be. Eddie is still his father. He can call him when he wants. 

He sits on the edge of his bed an hour or so before the dinner hour he knows his parents keep in El Paso, and FaceTimes Chris. 

It rings four or five times before Chris answers. Eddie tries not to take that as a bad sign. 

“Hey, buddy,” Eddie says when Christopher’s face appears on the screen. He has a tight, nervous knot in his stomach. “Now an okay time to talk?”

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72 for 🧟 (THANK YOU!)

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Karen swallows. “It’s going to sound crazy maybe.”

“I like crazy,” Chim shrugs. “I just shot my old racist boss. Hit me with some more crazy.”

Yeah, they might want to do a mental health check on him later. 

“Within reason,” Hen cautions. 

Karen would like to point out that within reason and crazy are somewhat oxymoronic, but she resists the urge. 

“Uh, well…” Karen explains. “We have quite a bit of supplies here that could be repurposed. Fertilizer. Fuel. Cleaning supplies.”

“You want to make bombs,” Maddie says. 

“More or less,” Karen answers. 

“More or less?” Hen asks. 

“Okay, so more,” Karen admits. “Exactly more. I think we could set a sort of booby trap in case these assholes come back and try to take our kids.”

“I mean, that’s one way to handle it,” Chim nods, impressed.

“Is that safe?” Hen asks. 

“And could Buck and Eddie theoretically get blown up returning?” Maddie adds.

“Ooh,” Chim nods. “If anyone is gonna get blown up by accident, it’s Buck.”

He is rather disaster prone.

“We’d have to figure it out,” Karen admits. “I don’t have it all thought through yet.”

“Maybe we should do that, then,” Hen says. “But I will admit… If someone comes for our son? A fiery ending doesn’t seem so bad.”

“I happen to agree,” Chim says. 

Karen nods. “Alright. I’ll get to work planning.”

“Would you like help?” Maddie asks. “I took enough chemistry in college. I mean, just nursing school, but… Maybe I can be useful?”

“I’d love help, Maddie. Thank you,” Karen smiles. 

“Good,” Hen sighs. “I always liked bio more.”

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Karen sets up her work the way she used to set up her lab. Everything she needs around her. Music on. Lights at an optimal dimness to create a sort of mad scientist atmosphere she’d loved as a kid. Today, the CD she chooses is Sade. Diamond Life. A true classic. 

She used to have lab assistants and grad students. A whole team of people to help her with projects. Today, Maddie is her enthusiastic volunteer. They’re going to make this work.

“So, what do we need to figure out?” Maddie asks. 

“The explosives are easy enough to make,” Karen says. “As I’m sure you know.”

Maddie nods. “I can imagine.”

“The problem is the fuse,” Karen says. “How do we prevent Buck, for example, or any of the actual children, from accidentally blowing themselves up? How do we ensure that the new-order fascists do?”

“Okay, I’m with you,” Maddie says. “Are you thinking of a timed fuse or some sort of trigger? Like a tripwire?”

[emberpawofthunderclan]

Intro

Hello...my name is Emberpaw. Uhm. I'm using text-to-speech whatever that is so if there's any, uh, discrepancies in posts, uh, blame that. I'm an apprentice from ThunderClan...my mother is Talontail, and my father is Sunscreech, and I have two siblings: Scorchpaw and Sparkpaw. Uhm. I'm not there anymore, though...I want to go home. I think I'm somewhere called Paldea? I can understand twolegs now, it's terrifying. I'm scared. They keep thinking I'm a 'Pokemon' and throw weird rocks at me. I don't think I'm at the Lake Territories anymore...uhm. A lightning thing that calls itself 'Rotom' is helping me now. It stole a twolegs shiny slate and now is helping me run this account...uhm. Thanks? Rotom says I should establish rules...so, uh, here's some: -No NSFW(I don't know what that is but Rotom says I should put it in) -No hatred/bigotry -Only one ask per person... -Anyone can interact! -'Emberpawblogs' will be used with any post I make...just to keep track... Uhm. Also, Rotom says I should establish that pelliper mail, magic anons, etc are turned off. I have no idea what those are. So. Those are off. Apparently Rotom also wants to start answering asks, so... Zrt. Hello, rotomblr! I am Rotom, though my true name zhall remain hidden to you all until the time iz right. Zrt. I am Emberpaw'z faithful travelling companion and guide. Becauze I am her phone, I thought it would be fun too alzo get involved on the fun. Zame rulez apply to me az they do Emberpaw, zrt. I'll uze 'Rotomrezpondz' as my tag in the future, alongzide Emberpaw'z. Zrt. Thanks...if anybody has an explanation for what is going on I really need it. I'm pretty sure StarClan sent me here so...yeah. OOC SECTION: Hiiiii, admin here. A bit of lore/info for Emberpaw: -She's from far in the future compared to the books. Stuff has changed, all canon characters are basically legends to her, etc. -She has no idea about anything in the pokemon universe. Zero idea. -The thing I used to make her little pfp is here: https://certainlysomething.itch.io/warrior-cats-creator-game

[maddsmallow]

finally!!! my month and a half late dutp mermay pic is DONE. i have a whole, like, story idea for this pic, which you can read here on my twitter! EDIT: fuck twitter, i deleted it, so the story idea is now under the cut if you're interested! i think signy and audwin from time princess' swan lake story can work really well with a mermaid twist on their characters. also i just want mermaid audwin and human signy to smooch a lot uwu

also. nothin' like drawing mermaids to kick your ass into figuring out how tf to draw water lmaooo

the story goes something like this: signy is the daughter of some rich guy and they've always been by the ocean (maybe the company has something to do with the ocean?), and i haven't quite figured out what he does, but either he or uncle arthur start getting into some shifty shit and maybe get into offshore oil drilling, or something that will hardcore pollute the water. she's expected to take over whatever the company is, but she doesn't give a shit and like, just wants to be a marine biologist. she has her own boat (bc rich people privileges) and often goes out into the water to just get away from it all and chill, and maybe she does some diving to look at the fish and coral n stuff. idk how any of this works irl lmao. but anyways, audwin has been watching her for a while, because humans are very interesting, before she finally spots him. after freaking out, she decides to keep him a secret because even as a marine biologist or whatever, she knows a find this big would be more dangerous to the merman himself than beneficial for any research. so she goes out to their meeting spot to hang out with him most days, and even though they cant communicate, she talks to him and he seems to understand. he brings her gifts and she brings him human stuff to look at. eventually she says something like, "i wish we could talk, i so badly wish to know more about you," and audwin's like. welp that's enough consent for me. so he uses his magic to turn her into a mermaid. and of course she FREAKS but then she's like!! oh fuck!! we can talk now! i can explore without needing air!! tell me and show me EVERYTHING. so they explore and they talk. audwin explains, a bit vaguely, about how he "doesn't belong with the rest of the mer people" even though they are a social species, so having to fend for himself for his whole life has left him a bit scrawny and, while he would have been riddled with scars from having to fight with other creatures on his own, has become very good at magic to defend himself. and now that they can understand each other and have an actual mutual conversation, audwin's like. oh heck. i like this girl a lot (assuming he didn't already consider her his mate because of the constant exchange of gifts).

just before she's about to be like okay this was fun but i gotta get back to my life on land, they spot a body floating in the water, and before audwin can pull her back signy goes to it and pulls the unconscious man to the shore and performs cpr and brings him back. he looks weirdly like audwin. she can't speak in any human language anymore (mermaids in this universe don't have the right vocal chord structure or whatever to speak human language), having taken the form of a mermaid, but he seems to understand what she's saying anyways? how could that be? she turns to audwin for an explanation and he's like, yeah so uh, the magic i used to give you a tail actually just swapped your human parts for another mer person's mermaid parts. so i guess this is the guy you swapped with and he's actually a mermaid, so he knows what you're saying. and signy is of course PISSED she's like this random other mermaid dude coulda died just for me to have a bit of fun?? that's fucked dude. and audwin's like, "why would i give a shit when i was cast out as a baby from the rest of mermaid society? YOU are my only friend." and then the other guy, who introduces himself as aldous (and i guess a side effect of audwin's magic is that he can fluently speak english or whatever now lmao), is like. yeah that's cool and all but, this is actually terrible fucking timing. some dude just came into my kingdom and is fucking everything up hardcore and i need to be there to fight him off. but even if audwin switched their tail/legs back, aldous would be too weak from, yknow, almost dying from drowning to actually fight whoever is fuckin shit up. so signy is like ME AND AUDWIN WILL DO IT and before audwin can even say anything, she grabs her cell phone from her shorts (let's just assume her clothes are on her boat and the boat is nearby lmao) and has aldous call her friend ben (the guard from the story!) and relay a message to him to meet her at the shore. he does and he sees the situation, and with aldous translating, signy tells ben to take care of this random dude she found on the beach. "dont ask questions its just REALLY IMPORTANT." and he's like. fuck okay sure. and just before signy and audwin go off to see what's going on with the mer kingdom, aldous gives audwin a pendant that will grant him access inside no matter what. every mer person has a pendant that has magic to allow them into their respective kingdom, but aldous had always had two of them, a gold and green one and a silver and purple one, and he feels that maybe the purple one belongs to audwin.

so aldous goes with ben to ben's place to rest and recoup, and signy and audwin go to the kingdom to see what their deal is. i dunno what's going on there, i haven't quite figured it out, but basically the king, aldous' (and audwin's) dad, is losing his marbles and made some kind of pact with a human who ends up being signy's dad or uncle, but then her dad/uncle was just going to betray the agreement and kill them all for access to an oil drilling spot? i dunno. but i have a scene in my head where they hide in what seems to be some kind of abandoned prison with one cell, and there ends up being one mer woman in there who ends up calling audwin's name when she sees him. audwin is shocked, and approaches carefully, and she cries while she explains she's so happy to see him alive and well. she tells him that his father separated him from his family just a bit after she'd birthed him and her brother because he was certain he was going to fulfill some kind of prophecy and overthrow him, and then he cast her into prison because she was so heartbroken that she was deemed "mad." the king brought up aldous as an only child with no memory of his twin brother or his mother, but always had an inkling that something was missing because of the second pendant he'd always had, which was given to him as a baby by their mother before she was taken away. audwin despairs at the fact that his mother and the life he should have had were ripped away from him by one man, and hugs his mother tight before swearing to take the king down.

some big climax happens and they take down the mer king and throw him in the cell that used to house the queen (cuz im not creative enough to come up with a non-prison sentence even tho fuck prisons and also acab irl), who then takes her rightful place back at the throne, and they also take down signy's dad/uncle or whatever, i dunno, i haven't figured this shit out yet lmaoo. but anyways, they sort it all out and they fall in love n all that shit. audwin speaks to his mother and tells her, he's never belonged to mer society and trying to integrate now would majorly suck, especially without signy at his side, who has to go back to land to give aldous his mer body back. he'd rather be by signy's side, separated by land and ocean, than not be near her at all. she's his one true friend. his mother understands, and bestows a new pendant to signy that, when worn, will allow her to understand the mer language even as a human, and allow her back into mer society should they ever return. they go back to the surface and they get ben and aldous back to the shore and audwin swiches signy and aldous' human and mer bodies back. it's a sad occassion. signy doesn't want to leave audwin behind in the water, and it's clear that aldous and ben have developed some kind of feelings for each other (do i have aldous and the guard fall in love in every dutp swan lake story i've ever thought up? YES). ben suddenly pipes up and is like, audwin switch with me!! and everyone else is like HUH?? ben explains that he doesn't really have anything in the human world to miss, he's not leaving behind much [insert some kind of tragic story for ben that i haven't thought up yet], and if they switch, they can both be with the people they want to spend their lives with. so they switch. audwin becomes a human and ben a merman, and then signy's like. welp, guess i don't need this anymore, and gives ben her pendant. they're all smiles and hugs, and then before they say goodbye and leave, audwin turns to aldous and says, "hey, say hi to mom for me." and aldous, who doesn't know they're brothers, is like WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WHILE I WAS GONE--

and anyways. aldous gets to meet his mother (who will know exactly what happened with signy and auwdin the second she sees ben with her pendant and it makes her smile) and stay with ben who adapts to mer society fairly easily, and audwin gets to stay with his best friend and love in the human world. signy's dad's company tanks which she is glad for, and maybe she and audwin use the money she has to open up some kind of ocean clean-up project or something. standard cheesy barbie-like plot haha. wham bam, signy x audwin mermay story

will i ever write it? nope. if anyone wants to yoink this idea, go ahead! just credit me (and also @ me so i can read it hehe) !!!

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i based the boat off of this pic of a greenline 39 yacht

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[alternatingthursdays]

Could you give a general summary or explanation of Dechaverse? All your OCs seem SO COOL and I want to learn more about them!!! :)

Thanks so much for the ask, that's so kind of you! And of course! I've been meaning to anyways (this might get rambly, sorry lol)

The Dechaverse is a fictional universe I made up that a good number of my stories take place in! They're all interconnected and woven together, even if at first it doesn't quite seem like it (I have a couple other stories that aren't connected to the Dechaverse, though they're lower priority and I'll usually clarify when something is in a different universe from this one)!

The Dechaverse is very similar to our own universe, but the biggest exception is the fact that magic and mythical creatures actually exist. They used to be very prevalent on the earth, but when an evil organization run by the main antagonist Evelyn starts ruling from the shadows with an iron fist, they're quickly turned into a myth. The story of the Dechaverse follows multiple protagonists that— directly or indirectly— fight against the Organization. The Organization is the main connecting thread, as they're the source of most of the bad things going on. However, that's also where the main character comes in.

Imagine being cool enough to be the main character of an entire UNIVERSE. Well, that's our protagonist, Zen. He grew up in the Organization (which is basically a cult) and was raised by Evelyn. She was a mother to him, and he was her son. So for the longest time he thought what he was doing working for her was the right thing, because it was all he knew. But in the end, she was just using him as a pawn to get what she wanted out of him, and he finds out she plans to have him killed when he stops being useful to her... (I could go on, but uh... that would be a big chunk of text LOL).

So yeah! In conclusion, the Dechaverse is a big, interconnected story told from multiple perspectives that all end up building on each other and at other times colliding! I'm planning on turning it into a book series, and it will consist of a whopping ELEVEN books. So, uh... I'd better get to work— 🏃‍♀️💨

[everything-aphelios]

I watched the 1st and 2nd episode of Arcane with my sister and these were some of the conversations we had while watching it (For context I tried watching Arcane while on an airplane ride but I gave up after watching like..half of the 1st episode before getting bored and stopping, I quickly realize that it was just the airplane jet lag that made me bored because I now realize I stopped just as the show was getting interesting lol)

(Conversations under cut)

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*Enemy intro starts*

Sister:Wait- This was an Arcane ost?

Me:Yeah, you didn't know?

Sister:No, I know I heard it somewhere but I didn't know it was Arcane! It's by Imagine Dragons though, right?

Me:Yeah?..

Sister:I hate Imagine Dragons, they're like a meme-

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*The scene where Vi is trying to steal the Kirammans house*

Sister:Why do I feel like everyone in the fandom just wouldn't like Powder?

Me:*Stays completely silent for a good 10 seconds out of pure speechlessness* Haha..Uh..yeah-

Sister:Am I wrong? They're all like "oH mY gOd sHe'S sO AnnOyiNG" (She's completely unaware)

Me:Um..yeah I guess- (She doesn't know-)

(Also while I was trying to introduce the characters at the start, I was specifically referring to Powder as Powder and not Jinx yet, totally not for any unrelated reason nope-)

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Sister:*Hates Mylo for being like the "urm actually ☝️🤓 meme the whole time"

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*We both make one too many "Urm he's right behind me isn't he?" jokes throughout while watching*

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*Sister says that Grayson (The enforcer) looks like Lord Farquadd)

Sister:So like is Aphelios in this? (She knows about my obessesion with him)

Me:Uh, no, I wish but he's like completely unrelated and- *Goes into a brief but very brainrot explanation about the regions and how the League champions are divided into them) This is Piltover and Zaun, Aphelios is like somewhere completely different-

Sister:Uh..right- *Nodding awkwardly*

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Sister:So where's Vander?

Also my sister:Almost completely ignores the part where Vander actually showed up until the start of the second episode where Jayce shows up*

Sister:*Points at Jayce* Is..that Vander?

Me:BRO

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Me:So that's Jayce, and that's Viktor.

Sister:Oh, Jayce is fine actually

Me:Yeah he is, but I'm more of a Viktor girlie-

Sister:Oh that makes sense.

Me:Hm?

Sister:You like the ones that look like they're mogging, you like them cheekbones like Aphelios-

Me:Don't say that- So is Jayce!-

Sister:Yeah but not as much as Viktor look, he looks like he's gonna start mewling-

Me:STOP

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*Heimerdinger shows up*

Sister: What is that?

Me:That's Heimerdinger! Aw he's so cute here!-

Sister:He looks like the Lorax!

Me:He's small because he's a Yordle, they're like these creatures-

Sister:A yordle? Bro, imagine being called a yordle, that's a horrible name-

Me:Oh also they're immortal, they can't die-

Sister:Immortal? Imagine them reproducing and becoming like an invasive species-

Me:Don't- *Stops my sister* Don't go there, but it's funny you say that they're an invasive species because they kind of are, in universe? Like everyone hates them and finds them annoying

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Heimerdinger: *Something something* "ARCANE Magic"

Me:*Points at the TV like a wojack* Oh! Oh! They said the title of the show!-

(Both for the shits and giggles and also because I genuinely didn't know thats where the title came from)

Sister:Are you making one of those jokes?

Me:It's funny..

Sister:"Me when I'm watching 'You' and they say the title of the show"-

*Bursts out laughing together*

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*The scene where Jayce gets kicked out the academy and standing in the rain*

Me:So like..you said that Jayce was hot-

Sister:Not right now, he's like wet and sopping-

Me:So? Is that, not the hottest thing a guy can do?

Sister:No, he looks all musty.

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Me:I just gotta warn you, Jayce does not look like that in the game-, like, none of them do, this is a completely different universe, I mean..Viktor definitely does not look like that in the game (I say as I do a villainous cackle in my head)