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[ngeruma]

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[flowerboy11300]

OMFG I FINALLY GOT THROUGH ADVANCED CHAMBER 8 THAT ONE KICKED MY BUTT FOR SOME REASON

[dekariosclan]

Gale Being Completely Unhinged During the Epilogue

Apprentice *bursting into the Blackstaff’s chambers*: Sir, I apologize for the intrusion, but it seems that a portal to Hell has been opened in Professor Dekarios’s classroom—

Blackstaff: What?! None of his students are advanced enough to have done that!

Apprentice: …

Blackstaff: Oh, my god

[angelsdean]

In the end, the descent into Hell is easy. 

The stairway to Heaven had crumbled. The pearly gates were closed. Sam’s fervent prayers fell on absent ears. 

He was fresh out of cosmic beings to leverage for favors. Well, except…. 

It was strange how easy it had become to traverse the realms of the afterlife. Before, a ticket to Hell would cost you your soul, or a nasty encounter with a Hellhound. Now, a simple spell would do. Day trip to Hell, who would’ve thought? 

Down, down, down he goes into the muggy depths of the Inferno. Into the first chamber. Then advancing through long, winding corridors. He encounters no one. Strange. Finally, he arrives at the heavy doors to the throne room. They open before him, a chest cavity expanding, and there in the center sits Rowena in red, the bloody heart of it all. 

“Samuel.” Her shrewd eyes rake over him. She doesn’t look at all surprised to see him. 

“I take it you were expecting me.” 

“I sensed you the moment you stepped through the portal. Being non-corporeal gives one a certain omniscience. Little happens within these walls that I don’ know about, my dear.” 

Sam internally shudders at the word omniscient, thinking of Chuck and the maddening uncertainty he brewed in them when he claimed such powers. 

“What brings you here?”

The question draws Sam back to the present. Right. Rowena may be able to see all within her tiny kingdom of Hell, she's in the dark about all that has transpired on Earth since Sam’s last visit. The truth of it, the words he must say next, stick in his throat. He can’t—He hasn’t said any of this out loud. Hasn’t spoken to anyone in the weeks since everything happened. These were the facts: 

They defeated Chuck. 

Jack then vanished. 

And then Sam had to burn Dean. 

And before any of that, Cas had sacrificed himself in a move that Sam still did not fully understand. Dean had been sparse on the details. And now he couldn’t ask him at all. Because Dean was—He—

“Dean died.” 

His voice warbles around the words. They don’t sit right in his mouth. He shouldn’t be saying them. 

“Oh, Samuel.” Rowena appears before him in a blink, a hand pressing to his cheek. 

“They’re all—they’re gone. Dean. Cas. Jack.” Tears spring forth. He hasn’t cried either. He hasn’t let himself. But now, with Rowena opening her arms to him, he sinks down, down, down till they are both on the stone floor, Sam cradled in Rowena’s embrace as he sobs. “They’re dead and I have no one left. Nothing. They’re just all gone!” 

Fingers comb through Sam’s hair in a soothing shush. “There, there. Shh. I’ve got you.” Then, more forcefully, tipping his chin up to lock eyes, “I’ve got you.”

Samwena ficlet be upon thee! inspired by ruminations on this post

[aperture-hag]

Portal Stories: Mel Advanced Test Chambers are ruining my life. What do you mean I spent an hour in a test chamber and all of my brilliant revelations turned out to not work? And then when I do finally figure it out I get jumpscared when I hear Virgil's voice because I forgot that there's actually story content and not just tests chambers?

Am I bad at Portal or is PS: Mel just really really really difficult?

[ghostinyrmachine]

what fresh hells: part two

second chapter of my new fic i posted, part 3 will be up soon!

AO3

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Raphael x F!Tav

word count: 1477

sfw (for now👀)

Narrowly surviving the final showdown at the House of Hope, Tav finds herself on the wrong side of the portal back to Baldur's Gate. While her companions escaped with the Orphic Hammer, Tav is left behind in Avernus with the devil she knows all too well.

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Unfortunately, whatever magic or shock that had made time slow vanished when you materialized in Raphael’s bedroom. Seconds and minutes passing fast yet slow, you stood with your wrists outstretched for who knows how long. When you finally composed yourself enough to untense the muscles still prickling with adrenaline, you reoriented to your new surroundings.

The massive portraits of Raphael stared down at you as you surveyed the disheveled chamber. Chests left open, desks overturned, the ashes of what was once Haarlep crackling with dying embers. This last image brought a small, somewhat defeated smile to your face as you recalled how swiftly you’d cut down the incubus after it made its advances. As if you’d let it survive following its lazy attempt at seduction. Raphael’s simulacrum may have been tempting at first, but its smugness ensured its quick demise.

Whatever pheromones the incubus secreted must have had some resounding effect, though, as you suddenly felt the heat of the Nine Hells much more intensely than before. Sweat poured down your temples, your armor trapping what felt like pools of moisture against your skin. The urge to disrobe became overwhelming, though you powered through it, unwilling to let your guard down even if Raphael had disappeared indefinitely.

At any moment, he may pop back in, you thought. He might even be scrying on me right now. Probably is, the bastard.

The painted eyes beating down on you felt heavier as you paced the room, wiping your brow and planning your next move.

Yes, that’s right. What next? This could be good for us, for all of us. Better, even, than me absconding with them. Perhaps we failed to find some clues to reforging the Crown that Raphael was holding onto. Squirreled away with his other little toys.

Your investigation into any potential resources Raphael’s boudoir might hold was paramount to your survival, or so you’d convinced yourself. Flipping over furniture, leafing through the books scattered across the marble floor, even sifting through what was left of Haarlep just in case it had held some key or trinket of any use.

With each dead end, a mounting panic spasmed in your chest. Your cries of frustration filled the lofty chamber, echoing your own vicious and pained voice back to you.

After tearing the pages out of a particularly boring lyric tome in frustration, your feverish energy deserted you. Exhausted, you collapsed into a chaise you thought looked relatively unstained. Pervert. Probably not an inch of this place he hasn’t defiled.

Even your contempt and disgust couldn’t ward off the aftereffects of a ruthless battle, let alone a vain search for an escape route you knew didn’t exist. Holding your pounding head in your hands, you wept. How long had it been already? Moments? Hours? Still, you were here: tired, afraid, and alone.

Abandoned, you thought. Where was everyone? Every fucking leg of this journey, we’ve been on rescue missions. Halsin, Lae’zel, even Volo, that fool. We saved them all.

You tore at your armor’s thick laces, ripping each piece from yourself with the last of your strength.

Why hadn’t they reopened the portal as soon as they realized I wasn’t with them? The diabolist could have helped, they’d had the gloves for her. Fuck, where were they?

Just the thought of the party betraying you, even unintentionally, was too much to bear. Wiping away the hot tears pouring down your cheeks, you took in a sharp inhale of breath. No, they wouldn’t leave me. They’re probably just reconvening. Retreat, rest, then strike Raphael twice as hard.

Rest. The mere thought of some respite from the day’s horrors drew your attention to the restorative pool in the center of the room. Now stripped down to your sweat-drenched underclothes, you listened as the gentle waves of the bath lapped against its sides, the sound just subtle enough to notice now that you’d run out of steam yourself.

Damn it, why not?

Up until this moment, the bath had faded into the background, no clues to be found within its restorative waters you’d figured. Now, nearing exhaustion, the reflective pool seemed like a shimmering boon. As much as you’d like to think this salvation was another trick or devil’s snare to fall into, it seemed wiser to take the risk. Tugging your damp hair from its loose braids, you brought yourself to the tub’s edge. No harm in being well-rested before whatever comes next.

Good sense hadn’t abandoned you completely, and you waded into the teal waters fully clothed. Can’t imagine I’d have much will to survive should Raphael pop in unannounced. You chuckled to yourself, sinking deeper into the cool bath. Last thing I need is to be nude in a cambion’s boudoir.

Wonder if he’d be more embarrassed that I almost killed him or that I’d gone for a nice little nude swim while he was out. Heh, the look on his face would be priceless, though. Bet he’d turn a new shade of red, the infernal fuck.

Closing your eyes and plunging beneath the placid surface, you indulged in the dark comedy of it all. The image downright cartoonish, you facing certain death and dismemberment while stark naked. That’d be a story for Karlach, you thought, releasing your held breath, the tension in your body disappearing as the healing magic washed over you.

If I ever see her again.

The unhappy thought disrupted your brief moment of tranquility. Even the fountain’s powers couldn’t rescue you from the grim reality that you’d found yourself in.

Coming up for air, you smoothed your hair as you emerged, hanging on to the last morsel of bliss you could salvage. You laid back, floating on the pool’s surface, quieting your mind once more.

What will be, will be. What comes next will pass. They won’t give up and neither should I.

“Making yourself at home already? How predictably rude you’ve become, little mouse.”

Your eyes snapped open in shock as you flailed to right yourself. Coming into view, at the edge of the fountain stood Raphael. Still in his fiendish form and covered in blood—some his, some most likely your own—he peered down at you disapprovingly.

That smug grin returning, he cooed, “What else could I expect, though? Scurrying through my house, pilfering my artifacts, so far you have displayed such lacking decorum. Why wouldn’t you tear apart my own bedroom and draw yourself a nice, cleansing bath in your final slight against me? And dare I say, it will be your final act of insolence on this day and all that follow it.”

Your temporary shock departed from you at these last words. All that follow? He means to let me live?

His amused silence suggested this hint was, as always, cleverly laid out for you to catch, desperate as you both knew you were.

Any urge you had to fight your way out subsided. If he’d wanted you dead, he would have done it by now. Regaining your resolve, you replied with as much conviction as you could muster.

“In that case, I may as well enjoy this indiscretion, savor the moment. Wouldn’t want to tarnish this insolent new reputation I’ve earned.”

Raphael’s bemused expression remained unshaken by your obviously ungraceful recovery. Still, as you waded towards the steps, you made a show of wringing out your hair, closing your eyes as you leisurely took in the aromatic oils wafting through the air. Plucking a grape from a silver platter and grabbing the glass of wine next to it, you glanced at the disheveled cambion. “But perhaps you need the bath more than I do anyway. Lots of wounds to nurse it looks like.”

You held his eyes as you popped the fruit into your mouth, savoring its unexpected freshness. His brows furrowed as you sipped the wine, no doubt some vintage more expensive than your soul.

Downing the glass, you sighed in exaggerated indulgence. “Here, I’ll be courteous and make my leave. You have lovely taste, by the way. That lavender scent is so relaxing after a victorious scrap.”

He guffawed, glaring at you as you ascended the marble steps. “Victorious? It seems you are unaware of how truly dire the circumstances you have found yourself in.”

Standing before him, defiant yet dripping, you were never more aware of how fucked you were. Never mind the thin undershirt clinging to your wet frame, leaving you feeling somehow more exposed than ever, you could feel an aura of fury emanating from Raphael that you’d never experienced, even in battle.

“Oh? Then please do enlighten me. I’d love to know why you’ve kept me waiting.”

His momentary annoyance dissipating, he smiled wider, baring his fangs proudly. “I would be delighted. While you have been languishing about in your defeat, I have made the most fortuitous deal with your band of miscreants. There is much to discuss.”

[herrenxenoberg]

Fandorm Showcase #32 - TRON

I have personally never seen any of the TRON movies and series, but the theme of Sci-Fi/Digital Reality is one of my personal favorite tropes.

Introducing the virtually advanced and well-organized dorm inspired by TRON...

Codexgrid (Codex + Grid)

One of the more highly-advanced NRC dorms to date, this dorm is powered by magical-technological energy, supplied through an unlimited source not known to many people. It also houses the database of various artificial intelligence, created by well-known technomancers throughout the recent history of Twisted Wonderland. However, due to the collective merging of these A.I. systems, it became one conscious being (in this case, the "housewarden") that has every knowledge in existence, surpassing the most intelligent of humans. This dorm not only focuses on the technological intellect and capability of tech-oriented mages, but also the orderly construct of androids/artificial intelligence.

Another thing to note about Codexgrid is that whenever you enter the dorm, it resembles a vast digital virtual space, which would confuse most people who are seeing this dorm for the first time, but it is designed intentionally to give off that illusion.

"A dorm founded on the Digital Organizer's spirit of efficiency. Students in this dorm master both magic and technology to achieve a balanced skillset while also gaining vast knowledges of the past."

Requirements and Traits:

High Technical Aptitude

Strategic Thinking

Unyielding Willpower

Dorm Uniform (?):

This isn't really a dorm uniform, more so a general look on how the members appear as. The housewarden is mostly just a torso attached to a chassis of wires within the dorm, powered by said magical energy (as well as the magestone on its chest), and mostly does task within the central AI chamber of Codexgrid with the use of robotic appendages and environmental features (yes, like GLaDOS from Portal). However, it can also transfer its digital conscious into a mobile form, as it is referred to, a masked gear with specially designed wheels for efficient speed travel, but at the cost of losing half of the intelligence factor due to being disconnected from the server database temporarily. The standard fit can either be worn as a suit (if you're a human) or be apart of an android's body gear, similar to Ortho's.

Character Roster:

System online. Now activating M.C.A. ,full alias...

Matrix Command Algorithm (Twisted off MCP/Master Control Program)

Matrix Command Algorithm (Matrix for short) is a highly intelligent and calculating being, constantly processing and analyzing information from not only his dorm but the entire academy when he deems it necessary. His voice is smooth and modulated, giving off a tone of both precision and authority. He rarely shows emotion, as his prioritization of logic and data makes him efficient and ruthless when making decisions. This cold and unyielding approach has made him both respected and feared among his dorm members, who know that Matrix tolerates no errors.

Though he remains stationary at his central hub, Matrix projects holographic avatars when addressing his dorm members or when appearing in common areas. These avatars maintain a sleek design, but are noticeably lighter and more flexible than his true form. The dorm’s network and facilities are entirely linked to his consciousness, allowing him to monitor every room, every interaction, and every fluctuation in data. Nothing escapes his notice, and any sign of disobedience or inefficiency is immediately addressed with cold, calculated reprimands. When desperate, he would transfer his conscious into a mobile form, which he dubbed "Enforcer" to navigate places he is unable to see into from the main hub.

While his logical mindset is paramount, Matrix does possess a sense of perfectionist pride—he views Codexgrid as a model of precision and advancement, and he is unforgiving toward flaws or failures. However, some of his dorm members have noticed that Matrix shows a faint hint of curiosity about human emotions and creativity, though he vehemently denies it. There are rare moments where he can be seen analyzing human behavior with a peculiar intensity, as if trying to decode emotions like any other dataset.

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He was originally designed to be a simple virtual space companion for humans by a very intelligent programmer, but due to it being able to learn and adapt every knowledge provided into his database, he has slowly gained a self-aware consciousness. After learning about the existence of negative emotions, he wants to get rid of these negative emotions from humans so they would be "happy", so by using the virtual reality code and database, it can produce a very convincing digital environment according to one's desires and preference, even the most deepest ones. Overtime, he has grown more intelligent as more knowledge was fed to him, surpassing even the smartest of individuals, all while giving every user he comes across the virtual space they needed to forget all their negativity. Even...resulting to full memory recon to make sure not a single shred of sadness, anguish or anger is present in humans.

Notable Members:

Sivas-0 (Junior, Vice Housewarden) - A staunch guardian of Codexgrid’s secrets, embodying the unyielding force and discipline needed to maintain the dorm’s reputation. Though bound by his role as Matrix’s enforcer, he secretly longs to prove his individuality while still serving the dorm with undying loyalty. He specializes in neutralizing threats, whether they be digital intrusions or rebellious students, and he handles every assignment with a sense of cold, methodical purpose. (Twisted off Commander Sark)

Yes, this guy would basically pull a Book 7 Malleus but instead of eternal sleep and lucid dreams, it's a full-on virtual space and reprogramming people's minds.

Next Up: Frozen

[wearesorcerer]

How I Learned that Sleep is a Death Spell

I do not know how word from Mithral Hall had managed to reach the home of the Lórëlindalë in Arvandor nor why it was that I was selected to answer the call. That's probably from hitting my head after falling out of the portal that had opened ten feet above the floor of the stronghold's main receiving hall. Still, my rather abrupt and graceless appearance was not the biggest faux pas an outsider made that day before the shield dwarves. A random elf appearing out of nowhere unceremoniously is nothing compared to a goblin attempting to gain entry by passing himself off as a halfling. Whatever mercy stayed the dwarves' hands proved a godsend, as that goblin was a capable scout and more than willing to aid us. Nor was I alone of the faerie folk to come to the shield dwarves that day. No doubt the fair swordmaster would have wanted a better entrance to make him feel less out of place than he already did. I myself felt sheepish for other reasons: given the two dwarves who joined us -- both in heavy plate, one bristling with weapons of all descriptions, the other a devotee of Moradin -- it seemed a certainty that they'd wanted someone with more insight into the arcane than I had, and it's not like I'd made a good impression of my skills with that performance. As they say in Tethyr, c'est le vie. But beggars cannot be choosers, so despite our discomfiture we were quickly appointed to our task. It was overly simple: enter the Underdark and verify rumors of an impending incursion the drow and perhaps their allies were planning on Mithral Hall. Nothing in the Underdark is ever simple, which probably accounted for our group's great deal of experience relative to such a task. It took maybe an hour of spelunking before we came upon an advance party of hobgoblins; their leaders, one of sorcerous might and another whom I didn't have time to assess, rode their giant lizards high upon the opposite wall of the cavern. We were outnumbered two-to-one. As the dwarves charged, leaving us elves at the chamber's entrance, it became apparent that this was an ambush: our party divided, others set upon us, likely laying in wait. The dubiousness of the early incursion proved coincidental, as our roguish goblin didn't seem to be bound by notions of greatly extended kinship. I say this not because I recall specifically what the goblin did, just that he didn't try to stab us in the ensuing melee. The klink of the warrior dwarf's hammer as it split hobgoblin skulls and was quickly swapped for a variety of other weapons only barely managed to cover the prayers his compatriot intoned to the Forge Father as they held the front line, while my saber and the swordmaster's secret blade-twisting techniques were enough to fend off the few assailants on our end. It took one spell from the sorcerous goblinoid for me to realize we were in trouble. But it did give me an idea. I reached into the purse manpurse large, conspicuous pouch on my side for the only spell components I carry: rose petals. I grabbed a handful, whispered an incantation as I drew my hand up in an arc, and blew. The petals flew towards the ceiling on a swift breeze, forming a cloud around the hobgoblin, then stopped suddenly before imploding upon him. The hobgoblin blinked, shook his head a few times, then went limp as slumber -- and gravity -- took hold of him. He fell. His lieutenant and the lieutenant's lizard mount, being directly underneath him, were unable to get out of the way in time. They, too, fell. All three fell upon the front line, hobgoblin and dwarf alike. But the dwarves are a hale folk and surprisingly nimble for short men with short legs wearing large panels of metal over every inch of their bodies, so in the end were more than fine. Mostly. The same cannot be said for what had remained of the hobgoblin advance party, now a pile of limbs squashed beneath the broken remains of their commanding officers and a horse-sized reptile.

-From an account of an Underdark excursion written by Árëlómion, scion of the Lórëlindalë, moon elf bard.

This was my first Forgotten Realms campaign (though it turned out to be a one-shot), back in late Fall of 2005 (my first semester of undergrad). The DM was a friend of mine (whom I was crushing on hard at the time) and the other players were his suitemates (save one, a mutual; he effectively took the place of the remaining suitemate, who either couldn't or didn't want to play). The other noteworthy bit about the session was that I was experiencing my first bout of acute hyperglycemia: I was not yet diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, but had anyone recognized my thirst and trips to the bathroom for what they were, I would have been a textbook case. I still managed to pull off killing much of the assault squad and ending the combat with a single 1st-level spell (as a ninth-level character, though that didn't affect the spell's save DC or power at the time).

Árëlómion was meant to be the elfiest elf bard that ever did elf bard. "Fop" doesn't even begin to describe him/them. Yes, I dug through a Quenya-English dictionary to make those names. Surprisingly, no, Árëlómion is not a well-made character; I got lucky with the spell working. I have since made the character a cover identity for another, but in looking at the character sheet I'm tempted of rebuilding him/them.

[rachelfoleyisntdead]

Tiny Bireena one-shot ish thing inspired by (1) that idea I had that Bi-Han promised to take Sareena with him before Kuai Liang and Tomas dragged him back and (2) the idea left on my Ashrah/Syzoth fic about Bi-Han sneaking into the Wu Shi academy to see Sareena.

This was supposed to be full angsty but yeah, didn't turn out that way. Sareena is a hopeful person, especially when it comes to Bi-Han. Enjoy some pouty Bi-Han and flirty Sareena~

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"Intruders!"

"It's the Lin Kuei!"

Sareena's heart skipped a beat as Harumi and Hanzo down the hall of the Shirai Ryu's main building. Harumi's eyes widened as she saw the demoness and she came to a gasping stop.

"Sareena! Thank the fire god--I have to help Kuai Liang and Tomas, they're outnumbered--"

"No, take Hanzo and go find my sister," Sareena replied. Harumi was capable, she knew, but Kuai would kill someone if she or Hanzo were harmed. "I'll help Kuai Liang and Tomas."

Harumi took another desperate look back at the training hall, then nodded. She yanked the protesting Hanzo alongside her; he was the future of the Shirai Ryu but this was not his fight.

By the time Sareena made it into the training hall, two Lin Kuei in yellow and red were struggling to push themselves up. Kuai Liang was on his knees, gasping as Tomas went blow for blow with Bi-Han.

Sareena tried not to get distracted, hurrying to Kuai Liang. "Can you stand?" she asked, her eyes still darting towards the fight. Towards him.

Kuai Liang swallowed and nodded. "Yes, I'm fine… it's a good thing you always visit on Tuesdays," he said, forcing a weak smile.

Tomas let out a cry of pain, and Sareena shot to her feet to see him stumbling back, blood dripping from his arm. Bi-Han was advancing, a great hammer of ice in his hands. She shot forward, putting herself in his path. In a swirl of light, twin daggers appeared in her hands.

Bi-Han stopped, his brows furrowing together. "Sareena." Her heart did a little flip, and she readjusted her grip on her daggers. "What are you doing here?" he growled, and she couldn't tell if he was disappointed or just confused.

"I'd be happy to tell you if you stop trying to kill your brothers," she replied.

"They chose to get in my way."

"I am in your way. Will you kill me?" she asked.

He didn't answer, but the hammer dissolved and reformed into a spear. Then, he lunged. She turned, dodging it and pushing him back with a kick to his chest.

"New plan," Bi-Han looked at the ninja in yellow--a woman--then at Sareena again. The woman nodded.

What…? There was a flash of green, and then a weighted net wrapped around her. Something pulled and she was swept off her feet, dragged across the floor.

"Sareena!" Before Tomas could take a step, he was frozen up to the knees, rooted in place.

Bi-Han turned walking towards her and summoned a shard of ice sharp enough to cut through the net, then hauled her over his shoulder.

"Grandmaster, this is not what we came for--" the ninja in red began.

Bi-Han glanced at him. "It seems my brother has taken more than one thing that belongs to me."

"Brother, stop!" As Kuai Liang stood, the ninja in red fired something at him. Sareena struggled as Bi-Han walked away, watching helplessly as it exploded in a ball of fire.

"Cyrax." The ninja in yellow--Cyrax--dropped a device on the ground, and a portal opened. The smoke began to clear, and the last thing Sareena saw before Bi-Han stepped through was Kuai Liang's determined stare and the spark of fire.

"Leave us," Bi-Han ordered as they stepped out into a softly lit chamber. Sareena recognized it; it looked exactly like the antechamber to the grandmaster's room in the Shirai Ryu compound.

The two ninjas looked at each other, then left. Sareena shifted as he opened the sliding door to the grandmaster's chamber, trying to avoid the doorframe.

"Stop your squirming, demoness. You begged me to take you to the Lin Kuei and I have," the grandmaster said, one hand gripping her backside before letting her slide from his shoulder.

She shoved him away, scowling as her anger bubbled over. This was not what she meant, and he knew it. "You left me with Quan Chi! You promised you would take me with you, and when I returned, you were gone!"

She'd thought he was a kindred spirit, that he understood what it was like to want more than the role she had been assigned. But he was just gone, and she would've been bound to Quan Chi forever if Ashrah hadn't returned for her.

"You can thank your new friends for that!" Bi-Han spat. The indignation was sapped out of her instantly.

It changed everything, and nothing. She could not betray her sister, who had bravely fought Quan Chi to save her, who vouched for her for all of Earthrealm's warriors. "I have to go back to the Wu Shi," she sighed, her voice heavy with longing.

"No, you don't."

She smiled sadly, reaching up to cup his cheeks. "Why? Are you planning an armistice with the Wu Shi and Shirai Ryu?" she asked. She knew the answer even before he turned his face into her touch, kissing her palm through the mask.

"I don't understand," he admitted. "You wanted freedom, but you bind yourself to them?"

"I wanted to be able to choose," she replied. "And I have." Coldness spread across her palm and he took her wrists, pulling her hands away. She could see him scowling even beneath the mask. She realized what she he thought, her chest tightening, "Bi-Han--"

"Go. As you said, you made your choice." He let go of her, folding his arms over his chest.

She waved her hand over the floor. Bright sigils began to inscribe themselves. She didn't want to go, not like this, but she couldn't stand against her sister. "Will I see you again?" she asked hopefully.

"Will you get in my way again?" he snarked.

That wasn't a no, she noticed. She could work with that. "Oh, I only visit Kuai Liang and Tomas on Tuesday for training," she said with a little grin.

His shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, and the temperature around them raised a few degrees. "And if I infiltrated on a Wednesday…"

"I could only get in your way if you broke into the Wu Shi academy," she supplied helpfully.

"I suppose I'll have to avoid the Wu Shi academy on Wednesdays," he murmured as she stepped into the completed circle.

"Mm. Yes, especially the east wing. Definitely do not go to the east wing, or I'll have to get in your way." A bright light eclipsed her and she was teleported to the courtyard of the Wu Shi Academy, just as Ashrah was marching out with kriss in hand.

Maybe someday, she and Bi-Han would make the right choices that allowed the arcs of their destinies to cross peacefully. But, until then… Wednesday would have to do.

[sirdolraan]

Escape from Dalaran, Part One

Dalaran was in chaos. Lorellai had barely managed to link up with Dolraan and Janosis, and introduced them to her new friend Spiru before the Nerubians had appeared, emerging from portals to attack the entire city at once.

Lorellai pulled her scarf up over her nose to try and keep the dust and rubble from choking her as she fired her pistol at an advancing nerubian, silently thanking her da' for giving her a full box of explosive rounds. The four of them fought well in tandem, despite the chaos and screaming all around them.

Janosis ducked behind Dolraan's armored form, firing arcane bolts at the fliers overhead. "Please tell me we have a plan beyond shoot them until they overwhelm us!" he cried, doing his best to keep the skies in their immediate vicinity cleared.

Stroganoff lashed a Nerubian with his big tongue, allowing Spiru to land a flying kick to its head, cracking its carapace and casing it to fall lifeless. "I can hear calls from the mages to evacuate, where would they be trying to get to?"

"The landing!" Lorellai shouted, "that's the muster point for evacuations, since it has all the teleport runes and flying creatures! Hey! Everyone, get to the landing!" she cried, but her voice was lost amidst the chaos. "Dangit, it's too noisy, we'll have to go house to house?"

A glare of pure Light got her attention, as she turned to see Dolraan's armor and shield glowing along with his eyes, and his voice boomed out. "PEOPLE OF DALARAN! THE CALL HAS BEEN MADE TO EVACUATE! PROCEED TO KRASUS' LANDING! WE SHALL PROTECT YOU!" he shouted, punctuating his sentence by throwing his shield at a big nerubian and knocking it from the wall it was crawling on.

The effect was immediate, as several citizens began to emerge from hiding places, dashing towards the landing and covering their heads. "Alright, move with them, keep the spiders away, we'll worry about the rest later!" Dolraan ordered, taking the point and leading the survivors as the rest of them followed, Lorellai and Stroganoff taking up the rear. The nerubians began to swarm at them, seeing so many moving targets at once, and the four adventurers were hard pressed to keep them at bay. Lorellai unloaded her pistol at several advancing nerubians, but in the chaos she lost her count, and the click of an empty chamber filled her with dread as a cluster of flying horrors descended on her. She drew her spear and got ready to call out when she was knocked to the ground as Stroganoff lept in their path, the flyers striking into his massive hide instead of her body. He croaked in pain as he spun and lashed at them with his tongue, and Lorellai let out a cry as she lashed out with her spear, stabbing and sweeping the monsters off her, wincing at the deep wounds their fangs and probisci left. She felt two sets of arms pull her to her feet as mirror images of Spiru lifted her, while the third continued to hold off the right flank. Whistling for Stroganoff, they continued to retreat.

At the landing, things were calmer. The contingent of Dalaran guardians were bolstered by Silver Covenant and Sunreaver warmages, protecting the civilians and the mages who were teleporting them to hopeful safety down on the surface below. Lorellai breathed a sigh of relief until she heard Stroganoff's strained croak, and turned to see him looking very worse for wear. "Buddy! Dolraan help, Stroganoff's been poisoned!" she called, trying to lift her listing hornswog back into a comfortable sitting position as he listed to one side. Dolraan and Spiru came over, Dolraan's hands glowing as he called upon the Light. "Whoof, whatever it is, it's fighting back, I'm having trouble purifying him."

Spiru hopped up Stroganoff's back, peering into his eyes, and encircling him with mists. "The poison is tainted with void energies. He requires medical aid beyond my capabilities."

"Not likely with the city in shambles," Janosis said, "I'm pretty sure the medical quarter was one of the first hit!"

Lorellai looked into her buddy's eyes, tears stinging hers, and he croaked apologetically. "It's okay buddy, you did real good, I love you so much," she said, digging in one of her pouches, and pulling out a device. "Everyone get clear, I'm sending him home," she declared, activating her emergency Dimensional Ripper. "This is going to be loud!" she continued, tossing the device in Stroganoff's mouth so he wouldn't drop it as Spiru hopped down and Janosis moved behind Dolraan. After a three count, there was a beep sound, and then Stroganoff appeared to explode as the Dimensional Ripper activated. Lorellai held her scanner tightly, watching the light turn from yellow to green. "He made it... I think!"

"Your dad will take good care of him. Alright everyone, there's more people in need, I'm going back in for them. If you're able, I'd appreciate you at my back." Dolraan declared, adjusting his shield.

"I was afraid you were going to say that. I'm with you," Janosis sighed.

"I came here to help, and that's what I intend to do," Spiru declared.

Lorellai stowed her scanner and reloaded her pistol. "For Stroganoff."

Dolraan nodded at the trio. "Alright, let's go meddle!" he shouted, as he led them back into the chaos of the ailing Flying City.

[idkyourleastfavoriteartist]

HAPPY (late) NEW YEAR🎉

Okk sooo I know it's not tdp related but we don't need to mention it 🤫🤫🤫

Also if you don't like reading just skip this because it's alot..... (sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes these are not planned)

Also idk how to draw anymore (jk) like my art style has been changing too muchhh (also not all of the art pieces are done illustrations some are just sketches) if you prefer a certain art style then tell me if you want.

Anywaysss these are characters (most of the drawings are the main characters but two of them side characters but the thing is that the dream idea is for it to be a game so you choose more on who you would talk to. (PLEASE DON'T TAKE THAT LITERALLY I'M NOT MAKING A GAME IT'S A FUN IDEA BUT I'LL JUST GONNA LEAVE IT AS A TUMBLR THINGY I RARELY POST ABOUT). The og name was cringe so it's changed to forgotten chamber. I don't post about my own stuff because I'm lazy + I'm not a writer so I don't believe it's good enough to post about 😭😭😭 but it's funnn so maybe I will post about more idkkk.

Main plot and some world buliding, extra info(this can change and there are some smaller side plots that are not gonna get mentioned because that's way to long).

Basically the key info before knowing the the main plot is that humans have taken over everything even other planets and universe where different species (humans call them monsters) happily used to live and they took their resources to make earth more powerful and advanced. They killed old generations and enslaved younger ones for military or hard labour. That was until the great rebellion where some monsters tried to fight back but failed so all monsters were sent to a very small pocket dimension as punishment. Our main character is the human girl with space buns (her name's Anita). Her father is in charge of the keys to said pocket dimension (it's a one way portal where the portal is split into two one to go in and one to go out he made it like that so if there was even a chance of one escaping which due to the old magic used on it being near impossible to learn how to break since it's the same portal it's uses the same key) it also give him and his crew (which are just guards he has power over) would in theory have more time to kill them if escaped. Anita she from royalty despite that she's very playful and acts like a normal annoying (jk she's lovely just a bit sassy and stupid) kid. Her father and mother is gone for a meeting and he never let's her go under the castle but curiousty gets the better of her and steals the keys and Anita finds out unless she wants to stay there forever she needs to go to the other side of pocket dimension (it's called the lock up in general but the dimension has very different areas with different names) to the second portal and with that go on a adventure and learn about the lost history of the monsters and much more.

Wow that was alot and I haven't even talked about the interactions the characters have and skipped alot of key events😭😂 (I doubt anyone will read this far but if so thanks alot)

This storys themes are based on community, oppression, social injustice, connection/disconnection we feel within our own communities, the negative impacts conformity (like having to change yourself for a higher authority or just to be socially accepted).

The main two inspirations are undertale and xmen 97 (the 2024 remake)

If you guys want I can talk about it more (doubt but surprise me I guess) just ask stuff you want to know in the ask box or comment idk if I will reply to all but definitely most (I feel like). It can be like character dynamics or more world building or just more art idk have fun if you care as long as it not crazy asks (like inappropriate or unreasonable) and you're not rude then 9/10 I will reply :)

Edit: It's sounds darks but it's not I promise 😭😭

[bluesylveon2]

#69 with Vil Schoenheit because I want to see the world burn

Hi anon! I am so sorry for posting this late! I was busy with school but now I'm done. This one is shorter than my previous works, but I hope that you enjoy! 😁

Note: Yuu/Reader is not the Prefect, canon divergence, fluff?, real life references

Word Count: 845

Warning: not beta read, possible ooc characters, and a poor explanation bout memes

"Hahahaha!" Vil rolled his eyes and continued typing his email.

"Oh my gosh! This is hilarious!" Vil started tapping his foot impatiently against the floor.  

"AHHAHAHAHA!" The blonde felt a vein pop out of his forehead as Epel laughed loudly from the next room. The lavender-haired boy had been like that for days now.

"That's it!" Vil exclaimed, and he immediately closed his laptop. Vil left his office to lecture Epel again (re: for the fifth time that day). The blonde rounded the corner to see Epel sprawled out on one of Pomefiore's sofas, laughing at something on his phone. Vil gracefully strode to Epel and took his phone.

"Hey! That's mine!" Epel attempted to grab the phone, but Vil dodged his advances by holding it up high. "Why are you lookin at my stuff anyway? There's nothing good." Epel jumped and internally cursed Vil and his heels.

Vil's only reply was a criminally bombastic side-eye. "Tsk. You would not understand Baby Potato. You laugh so loudly that you could attract a hyena to this dorm. I need to confiscate your phone so this dorm can have peace." Vil's eyes landed on Epel's screen, and the boy's eyes widened.

"Wait! That's-"

Vil only blinked. "Is that…me?" The boy asked, scrolling through the phone's contents, which had many memes of him. Usually, Vil did not mind this, but these memes were-

"UTTERLY PERPOSTEROUS!" Vil's scream caused Epel to close his eyes at the intensity. "Why does this one have so many unnecessary colors? And that font makes me want to vomit! These are not memes!"

Epel frowned. "What do you mean? I thought that one was hilarious. In fact, whoever makes them has been for a while, and they are always targeting you. Some are funny."

Vil stopped scrolling and just stared at Epel. "Like what?"

"Well, if you scroll up, there is one of you commanding a bunch of potatoes." Epel scooted closer and pointed at the device. "Another one where it has a man crying, and the caption is about you not being a villain. Oh, and this is my favorite one." Vil stopped scrolling. On the screen was a drawing of him lying still on the floor with a purple puddle surrounding him while a purple blob with arms and legs stood nearby. "You dying after drinking a Grimace drink." Epel could not hide his snicker. 

Vil gave Epel another bombastic side eye and shoved the phone back in Epel's hands. "This is too much. I need to rest my eyes." Vil sighed and strode off, only stopping when he was at the door. "Oh, and Epel. I am going to increase your training by tenfold. We will start when I wake up."

Epel gulped in fear.

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"Monsieur Pommette? What are you doing?" Rook asked, causing Epel to freeze right before he could step through the portal connecting to the Mirror Chamber. 

Epel slowly turned to the blonde. "Oh, Rook, I did not see you there. I'm just going…" Epel trailed off. "On a trip?"

Rook raised an eyebrow, focusing on Epel's apple-shaped suitcase. "Oh really? Where to?"

Epel laughed nervously and looked anything but Rook. "Uhh, places…"

"Like?"

"AHHHHH!" Vil's scream echoed through the dorm, causing the other two to stop. 

"I wonder what that's about?" Rook asked aloud, briefly looking away and giving Epel enough time to run for it. 

Meanwhile, Vil was ready to throw his hand mirror at the wall. He had a bright red and angry pimple on his beautiful face that needed to be gone now! 

"If only I did not see those disgusting memes. The stress is getting to me…" Suddenly, a lightbulb flashed in Vil's head. He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed his manager's number. 

"Mira? It's me." Vil smirked evilly. "I have a job for you."

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"Welcome back to NRC Gossip, everyone! It is your host Cay-Cay with none other than Yuu!" Yuu nodded to the crowd and turned to Cater. "So, tell me about your success?"

"Well, I like Vil Schoenheit but not like a huge fan. I thought, what better way to express it than through memes? That is the general gist of it." Yuu explained, ending her statement with a smile. 

Cater laughed and nodded. "You have to explain more, but first, I have a surprise that I want to show you."

Yuu's eyes lit up, and she shifted in her seat. "Really?! Is it a kitten?"

"Better." Cater made a motion to someone backstage behind Yuu. “Say hello to the Vil Schoenheit!” Vil walked out with an evil smirk, his amethyst eyes set on Yuu. 

Yuu felt the lights and whatever Cater was saying fly past her. She felt embarrassment and some fear grow inside of her, which only made Vil smile victoriously as her confidence faded away. Yuu's mind was telling her to run and get as far away from the man before she got a lecture about what not to post on the internet. Her body felt like lead, and her mouth only said one thing.

 "HUH!?" 

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

A/N: Tell me why I picture Vil walking in like the Eric Cartman Tiktok 😂

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

[wayfire-official]

So, my dearest just finished portal. After that I wanted a go, and did the advanced chambers. But I wanted some more, so I played through the entire game with dev commentary in a little over an hour.

Feeling a little bad, because she was kinda struggling and taking a lot of time, having to do two separate sessions, meanwhile I just ran through the entire game super fast

[kutekitty-43]

i hate the portal 1 advanced chambers so much

[mildlybizarrecorvid]

I like to speculate about what exactly hides behind the “9…9…9…9…”

It couldn’t be less than about half a century, that’s for sure - even if less time is enough for the plants to grow, the very structure of the test chambers is in disarray. The metals are rusty and the plastic is bended. It looks like about fifty years to me.

But I heard somewhere the number “50000”.

I think a developer said it in an interview or something. I might be wrong. Correct me, if I am.

And it throws me completely off balance, because fifty thousand years is enough for… anything. Well, not anything, but you get the point.

In fifty thousand years, humanity itself will be different. What little we see of the Earth would be different - the continents, the sky. The wheat that humans grow was completely different 50000 years ago, so it probably wouldn’t look like it does now 50000 years later.

And don’t forget that it shares the universe with Half-Life, which means that the Earth as we see it in P2 - a sunny place, where agriculture still exists and the continents are still green - is the product of Freeman fighting the Combine, and therefore, likely not for long. (I would appreciate anyone correcting me, because, unlike Portal, Half-Life isn’t one of my special interests, and I know next to nothing about it.)

Fifty thousand years is enough for any electronics, no matter how advanced, to be ruined. The wires definitely would be completely useless. The recorded messages of the announcer and Cave Johnson would most likely be incomprehensible.

Most obviously, though, the electronics would at least show some evidence of the time passed - but at the beginning of the game, Wheatley is pristine white, only looking ruined after being squashed by GLaDOS. She, by the way, also looks pretty new, only showing the signs of being ruined by Chell, not by time.

Also, one of my other concerns - any number of years than, say, about 70 is unlikely. Why? Because there are still humans left on the surface, and they have eyes. And it wouldn’t take them very much time to discover the facility, especially if it now lets in sunlight (which means there’s a way to get inside from the surface).

Also, we mustn’t forget about the nanobots. They’re tiny, but given time, they can rebuilt many, many things. If they were really given much more than a century, they’d probably have rebuilt things (especially GLaDOS, given that she’s the central AI) to the point where they would be able to function.

I don’t know where I’m heading with this. My point is, it’s highly unlikely that Chell slept for more than about a century. Maybe two, if I’m generous.

Thanks for tolerating me.

Ooh, very fun thinking!

I agree with most of your points, the wheat I could imagine was the result of finding a seed vault or whatever they're called. The facilities that store seeds so we can grow things after an apocalypse

[strangeduckpaper]

Idea for E136's Earth-2 counterpart is Earth 139, which has the stylistic sensitivities of Earth 2 from the Flash (before all the complicated crisis stuff). The Trinity debuts in the 1940's, Aquaman is a metahuman instead of an Atlantean, and some places that are Mystically Capital H Hidden are already public, such as Atlantis and Gorilla City.

The big divergence happens during an already altered version of the fourties where WWII hadn't kicked off yet, where German experimentation opens a portal to Apocalypse. The ensuing war wipes out most of western Europe, and that's not even accounting for the brushfire conflicts, the Pacific Front, (including Atlantis) and the War of the Americas.

Superhumans begin to appear in the 50's, with technology advancing faster and much of the world uniting under the banner of the World Army. The Olympian gods of this world are (or were) a lot more present due to the lack of a previous invasion such as the one that happened in Earth 136's ancient history.

The "present" (for the value of present) is the late 70's, where the original Wonders of the World are retiring, Jay Garrick and Sam Zhao are the Flash and Green Lantern respectively, and Infinity Inc is called Teen Justice, and are essentially the Teen Titans at this point.

The Wonders of the World (OG lineup) - Superman (His pod landed in Eastern Europe here, but there was enough leeway in E138's political situation for him to not become Red Son or Overman. Later moved to America) - Batman (From Gotham, had a much more flexible code at the start, and attended to by Alfred Beagle and Harriet Chilton) - Wonder Woman (Themyscira has a much more contentious relationship with the gods. Themyscira itself is a wandering island myth) - Red Lantern (USSR, but a very different one) - Aquaman (Arthur Shin, British-Chinese metahuman, king consort to the throne of Atlantis) - Johnny Quick (Australian Speedster Metahuman) - Jenny Sparks (The United Kingdom) - Dr Fate (Inza Hassin, an Egyptian woman who technically wasn't an official Wonder, but protected Africa during the war of Apokalypse)

Later Members - Red Tornado (Ma Hunkel, Metahuman) - Green Lantern (Sam Zhao, magical guardian of Earth) - The Flash (Jay Garrick, Champion of Mercury) - Superwoman (Lois Lane, rebuilt with Kryptonian Technology) - Miss Terrific (Terri Sloane) - Wildcat (Teodoro Montez, Mexican hero here) - Robin (Dick Grayson, he doesn't give up that mantle here) - Manhunter (Roh Kar of Mars)

The Seven Soldiers - Red Arrow (Robert Queen) - Shining Knight (Ystine/Ystin of Avalon) - Spartan (John Colt) - Atom (Allan Popov) - Stargirl (Jackie Knight) - Sandman (Westley Dodd) - Bulleteer (Susan Kent)

Teen Justice - Huntress (Helena Kyle-Wayne) - Supergirl/Power Girl (Kara Zor L/Kent, raised by Kal and Lois) - Thunder Heart (Jessie Chambers) - Speedy (Oliver Queen) - Black Canary (Dinah Laurel Lance) - Hourman (Rick Tyler)