The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Keke They/he]

10 minutes ago, Shatter said:

I quite literally still have no idea what is happening lol.

also lemme get on that real quick

"When they are like that, though," Ryna claps her hands together. "They're a blunt force—a hammer. When someone has gained the knowledge of how to use their powers," she jabs one finger at her palm. "They're like a sharp knife. They can do more precise damage. They can systematically destroy you or just hit your weakness."

there

:3

Doesn’t matter?
“True, granted it’s also situational. If an experienced narrator fights a non experienced one then obviously the former would win. But take a narrator who only has a small grasp on their powers and give them some people? They could destroy worlds.”

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

19 hours ago, Kansas Stormcursed said:

Oh. Yeah that's back there.

Asharak watches, cautious but curious. He keeps a hand on the blade of Nick, mindful of any shifts in its rhythm of shifting.

Rebus gave a terse nod, beginning to walk away. “I’m going to go offscreen to train - I should return with mastery of these powers.” 
He stepped through a door that had formed in a previously blank wall. It looked like the room inside was glowing - not the electronic colors that decorated most of his equipment, but a full spectrum of colors, shifting and melding together. 

-

As Cep returned from the Mindscape, Rebus was standing there waiting for him. “Welcome back. There have been… developments in your absence.” 

18 hours ago, Aeoryi said:

"It's extra safe, so it'll take a bit of a walk to get there," the guardian explained in a tone that made her sound like a nursery rhyme villain, "It's about a half-hour walk. Can you make it that far?"

The unfortunate man saw nothing wrong with this. “Yeah. I’ve been out here for a while - what’s a little more walking?” 

17 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She winced against the light and retreated a couple feet.

"What in the Thread was that? Was that not you?" she asked boredly, surrounding him again.

“It was not,” Rebus said. But light… Rebus began to glow, what remained of his nanomachines reducing their efficiency and broadcasting the light outwards. 

17 hours ago, Keke said:

as hes wandering he can see that the place looks somewhat like the lower districts of corusaunt (star wars) including the different species of people. Along with similar ships and modes of transportation. A little device formed in his ear. hey bestie its your favorite person hawks! Im here to fill you in on some thing! his voice came as loud and chipper as ever. 

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"So an antihero?" She asked not looking up, to be honest she wasn't sure how to feel. Her father, well semi father was overall in everyones... most everyones mind the villain. Ryna had said he was part of the people who killed her family. 

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he sprinted in a zigzag at him gaining speed in each step. 

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"So i could... do this with my eyes closed?" 

“Hello, Hawks.” Rebus quietly responded. 
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“An anti-villain.” Rebus sighed. “This world needs a villain - someone for the heroes to fight. I tried to fill that niche.” 

-

Ameobus ran to match him. He lifted the sword - the robot arm still attached to the end - then jumped. 

-

You can. Try it - there’s enough mist around that a normal person wouldn’t be able to see much anyway. 

15 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

The man turned, his flannel coat whirling in the wind, and screamed. 

The tree monster screeched back, skull-like head opening far too wide. It leapt upon the man, claws beginning to sprout leaves where they were stained with blood. 

15 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

A woman was there.

She reached out, took the letter, and opened it. She had no eyes- only static- but her empty gaze took in the letter regardless.

@NameIess

"I understand you made a bargain with Fate," said Onyx as the guide read. "A foolish thing to do."

--

A pair of eyes opened in the dark. Then another. Then another.

Soon, hundreds of eyes surrounded Rebus's ship, taking in every detail.

Rebus nodded again. “I did. I was desperate - foolish options were all I had left. I believed I could control the Mantle, use Antagonist to undermine myself to the point that a Protagonist could defeat me.” He sighed. “Perhaps I was even right.” 
-

Rebus let out a long breath. This… could be a problem. 
 @Keke and @Shatter, the ship is being attacked. 

14 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Corvus nodded.  "So us leaving is an option. Also, what exactly would the Thread's destruction entail? I don't think any Author would stop writing."

Renamed remained silent through all of this. He appeared to be lost in thought.

Would losing then regaining Narration still work?

As far as I know, BftS has like no power restrictions outside of ones that don't let others get the sandwich away from you

“There are powers above even the Authors. Names I am forbidden to speak.” 
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I think so. Rebus could send a powerless clone, and then “there is no spoon” his way back to being a Narrator. 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

20 minutes ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus gave a terse nod, beginning to walk away. “I’m going to go offscreen to train - I should return with mastery of these powers.” 
He stepped through a door that had formed in a previously blank wall. It looked like the room inside was glowing - not the electronic colors that decorated most of his equipment, but a full spectrum of colors, shifting and melding together. 

-

As Cep returned from the Mindscape, Rebus was standing there waiting for him. “Welcome back. There have been… developments in your absence.” 

The unfortunate man saw nothing wrong with this. “Yeah. I’ve been out here for a while - what’s a little more walking?” 

“It was not,” Rebus said. But light… Rebus began to glow, what remained of his nanomachines reducing their efficiency and broadcasting the light outwards. 

“Hello, Hawks.” Rebus quietly responded. 
-

“An anti-villain.” Rebus sighed. “This world needs a villain - someone for the heroes to fight. I tried to fill that niche.” 

-

Ameobus ran to match him. He lifted the sword - the robot arm still attached to the end - then jumped. 

-

You can. Try it - there’s enough mist around that a normal person wouldn’t be able to see much anyway. 

The tree monster screeched back, skull-like head opening far too wide. It leapt upon the man, claws beginning to sprout leaves where they were stained with blood. 

Rebus nodded again. “I did. I was desperate - foolish options were all I had left. I believed I could control the Mantle, use Antagonist to undermine myself to the point that a Protagonist could defeat me.” He sighed. “Perhaps I was even right.” 
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Rebus let out a long breath. This… could be a problem. 
 @Keke and @Shatter, the ship is being attacked. 

“There are powers above even the Authors. Names I am forbidden to speak.” 
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I think so. Rebus could send a powerless clone, and then “there is no spoon” his way back to being a Narrator. 

The man, unfortunately, for the monster, screamed louder.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

8 hours ago, Keke said:

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rebyl nodded. “It is i suppose, though someone with power who doesn’t know how to use it could also be dangerous.”

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atlas sat down and held her head to think. “But then i cant talk to anyone. I’d have to leave my friends. I wouldn’t be able to talk to rebus, or kyo or auntie or Levi or..” she trailed off “i wont even be able to use fallen hero. Id be useless again!” She looks up as a sense of comfort washed over here. A sense saying it was gonna be okay.

 

 

 

 

You’re not supposed to look at those. Those are PRIVATE sections.

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You can still speak with them, she said gently.

Just don't tell them who you are unless it's in secret. You'll still have your Plotblade. Listen, I'm only changing your appearance and how you sound. That's all. You can choose your own name, even.

 

 

 

10 hours ago, Shatter said:

cool. the plotblade is self-sheathing. ooooo.

Please don't read other people's spoiler messages.

If you do, certainly don't say anything about what's in them. Even something you might think is meaningless.

Thanks

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus gave a terse nod, beginning to walk away. “I’m going to go offscreen to train - I should return with mastery of these powers.” 
He stepped through a door that had formed in a previously blank wall. It looked like the room inside was glowing - not the electronic colors that decorated most of his equipment, but a full spectrum of colors, shifting and melding together. 

-

As Cep returned from the Mindscape, Rebus was standing there waiting for him. “Welcome back. There have been… developments in your absence.” 

The unfortunate man saw nothing wrong with this. “Yeah. I’ve been out here for a while - what’s a little more walking?” 

“It was not,” Rebus said. But light… Rebus began to glow, what remained of his nanomachines reducing their efficiency and broadcasting the light outwards. 

“Hello, Hawks.” Rebus quietly responded. 
-

“An anti-villain.” Rebus sighed. “This world needs a villain - someone for the heroes to fight. I tried to fill that niche.” 

-

Ameobus ran to match him. He lifted the sword - the robot arm still attached to the end - then jumped. 

-

You can. Try it - there’s enough mist around that a normal person wouldn’t be able to see much anyway. 

The tree monster screeched back, skull-like head opening far too wide. It leapt upon the man, claws beginning to sprout leaves where they were stained with blood. 

Rebus nodded again. “I did. I was desperate - foolish options were all I had left. I believed I could control the Mantle, use Antagonist to undermine myself to the point that a Protagonist could defeat me.” He sighed. “Perhaps I was even right.” 
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Rebus let out a long breath. This… could be a problem. 
 @Keke and @Shatter, the ship is being attacked. 

“There are powers above even the Authors. Names I am forbidden to speak.” 
-

I think so. Rebus could send a powerless clone, and then “there is no spoon” his way back to being a Narrator. 

She shielded herself from the light and drove The Dragon through his chest with a sigh.

[Aeoryi she/her]

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

The unfortunate man saw nothing wrong with this. “Yeah. I’ve been out here for a while - what’s a little more walking?” 

"Ok. We should start moving then, before it gets dark." She ushered him northwards.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

1 hour ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus nodded again. “I did. I was desperate - foolish options were all I had left. I believed I could control the Mantle, use Antagonist to undermine myself to the point that a Protagonist could defeat me.” He sighed. “Perhaps I was even right.” 

Onyx grunted. "You were wiser than I, then. I thought nothing of consequence."

Edited March 3 by xinoehp512

[NameIess]

On 3/2/2026 at 6:00 PM, TwinStorm said:

The stones faltered. The Shadows of Law hold him now, in the crypts, in the heart of the earth, heart of stone.

Lyric broke off his song entirely. That did not sound good. He turned to his companions. “Have any of you heard of the ‘Shadows of Law’?”

23 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Jack continued to be confused. 

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Rebus, meanwhile, watched these preparations with anticipation and no small amount of fear. 

The Witherlord observed the planet he’d emerged above. Oceans of glowing liquid were on its surface, and he could sense only three living beings on its face. Although of the three, only two had true life. The other was a mere shell, abandoned by her author, nothing more than a shadowed hope of eventual return.

The rifts the Witherlord had cut all around the solar system begs to expand. Those on the planet below would see a darkness pass over the sky, stars winking out one by one as the Void surrounded the planet. In moments, it was done. This solar system was now cut off from the rest of reality, impassible to traditional teleportation.

The Witherlord smiled, and descended towards the planet below.

This Rebus is supposed to have a conscience. He thought idly. I wonder how he’ll respond to the knowledge of what his other self has done?

19 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

A woman was there.

She reached out, took the letter, and opened it. She had no eyes- only static- but her empty gaze took in the letter regardless.

@NameIess

"I understand you made a bargain with Fate," said Onyx as the guide read. "A foolish thing to do."

--

A pair of eyes opened in the dark. Then another. Then another.

Soon, hundreds of eyes surrounded Rebus's ship, taking in every detail.

The letter read:

To my good friend, *name redacted*

I write this letter to explain my actions, which in no small part have contributed to Malevolence’s ascension to the Mantle.

When Malevolence came to me and asked me to make for him a Blade, I realized three things.

First, the Witherlord’s return was inevitable. The secret of the Lost pages was out, and whether it was Malevolence, Rebus, or some third party, the forces of evil would not stop until the Witherlord had been truly returned. 

Second, I realized there were no weapons capable of defeating the Witherlord. For a time I had thought the converter would suffice, but it is too weak a hope. Even if one could gather and convert enough Prismite to forge a blade or some other tool, it would not assure victory. such a Blade would threaten the Witherlord, but defeat him? He has slain the Luxsprites and corrupted their greatest members. It is no sure thing.

Last, I realized that I had an opportunity to forge a Blade that could kill the Witherlord. A blade he could not corrupt, for it is forged of his own essence. A blade he could not destroy or control, for it is linked to his own soul.

The blade of which I speak is Malevolence. The blade I made for him. Old friend, if Malevolence can be taken from the Witherlord, it can be used to destroy him. He cannot manipulate it, for to do so would be to tear apart his own soul. Neither can he dismiss the Blade, to keep it safe from all who would steal it. Old friend, I hope that you will put this knowledge to good use. And I hope you will forgive me, for the destruction and sorrow Malevolence has and will cause.

Sincerely,

*name redacted*

18 hours ago, KaladinsSenseOfHumourSpren said:

Corvus nodded.  "So us leaving is an option. Also, what exactly would the Thread's destruction entail? I don't think any Author would stop writing."

Renamed remained silent through all of this. He appeared to be lost in thought.

Would losing then regaining Narration still work?

As far as I know, BftS has like no power restrictions outside of ones that don't let others get the sandwich away from you

It could work, or BftS could just be an eccentric corner of TLT where the Plotblade of Macguffin runs rampant, or it could be similar enough that that Enullers let Narrators through, or whatever explanation you want.

1 hour ago, Through The Living Glass said:

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You can still speak with them, she said gently.

Just don't tell them who you are unless it's in secret. You'll still have your Plotblade. Listen, I'm only changing your appearance and how you sound. That's all. You can choose your own name, even.

 

 

 

Please don't read other people's spoiler messages.

If you do, certainly don't say anything about what's in them. Even something you might think is meaningless.

Thanks

She shielded herself from the light and drove The Dragon through his chest with a sigh.

Subversion appeared in the nick of time, deflecting the Dragon with her slender Narrationblade. She wore a blue dress with gold trim along the sleeves and bodice, her black hair was tied in a braid,  and her silver-grey eyes gleamed with determination.

”I was going to wait for a more dramatic moment to reveal my decision, but I realized that that was stupid. And anyways, I can’t just let you murder a child.”

With a flick of her fingers, Subversion summoned up a giant vacuum cleaner which began sucking up all the dark smoke surrounding Atlas.

@Keke @DragonHeir

Edited March 4 by NameIess

[Keke They/he]

2 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Hello, Hawks.” Rebus quietly responded. 
-

“An anti-villain.” Rebus sighed. “This world needs a villain - someone for the heroes to fight. I tried to fill that niche.” 

-

Ameobus ran to match him. He lifted the sword - the robot arm still attached to the end - then jumped. 

-

You can. Try it - there’s enough mist around that a normal person wouldn’t be able to see much anyway. 

Okay so in order to set the scene there is some background to this world of mine. Originally it .. *facepalm* was a Star Wars au…. I made it so the main story took place in the universe, i mean the idea was theres so many planets so i made this one to tag along. Krys was a darksider, and the rest of the crew was totally not inspired by the bad batch. In my defense i started watchng Star Wars when i was like …7 or 6 and created this when i was nine so bear with me. If you look to closely you might see crossovers. Bonus points if you tell which character was inspired or based on who. 

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I see we have come to a cross road with our definitions, so we will pretend our defs were the same. 

She nodded. 

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jack ducked and attacked his waist. 

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she closed her eyes and tried the move again. 

2 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus let out a long breath. This… could be a problem. 
 @Keke and @Shatter, the ship is being attacked. 

Rebyl looked up (pretend they were outside again okey) seeing the eyes made her shrink a bit before shaking her head.

elinore jumped down and threw an energy rifle to rebyl who fumbled and caught it. She propped it on her shoulder. 

Elinore stopped by rebus. “This is your place, you give the commands. Tell us what to do.” 

@xinoehp512

1 hour ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Hawks' eyes only, please:

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You can still speak with them, she said gently.

Just don't tell them who you are unless it's in secret. You'll still have your Plotblade. Listen, I'm only changing your appearance and how you sound. That's all. You can choose your own name, even.

 

 

 

Please don't read other people's spoiler messages.

If you do, certainly don't say anything about what's in them. Even something you might think is meaningless.

Thanks

She shielded herself from the light and drove The Dragon through his chest with a sigh.

GLASS ONLY

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go away your not glass

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neither are you

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screw off only glass

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leave!!!

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atlas nodded “i …. I agree…” she said softly 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

3 hours ago, DragonHeir said:

Rebus gave a terse nod, beginning to walk away. “I’m going to go offscreen to train - I should return with mastery of these powers.” 
He stepped through a door that had formed in a previously blank wall. It looked like the room inside was glowing - not the electronic colors that decorated most of his equipment, but a full spectrum of colors, shifting and melding together. 

-

As Cep returned from the Mindscape, Rebus was standing there waiting for him. “Welcome back. There have been… developments in your absence.”

Asharak nodded and watched Rebus disappear through the door. Then, lacking anything better to do, he sat down, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes, letting his Mind drift.

-

Cep watched him guardedly. "So I've heard. It seems you're not the main enemy anymore. Enemy of my enemy type situation. You still killed Cricket though. And was Symbol's death also your fault?"

[Keke They/he]

42 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Lyric broke off his song entirely. That did not sound good. He turned to his companions. “Have any of you heard of the ‘Shadows of Law’?”

The Witherlord observed the planet he’d emerged above. Oceans of glowing liquid were on its surface, and he could sense only three living beings on its face. Although of the three, only two had true life. The other was a mere shell, abandoned by her author, nothing more than a shadowed hope of eventual return.

The rifts the Witherlord had cut all around the solar system begs to expand. Those on the planet below would see a darkness pass over the sky, stars winking out one by one as the Void surrounded the planet. In moments, it was done. This solar system was now cut off from the rest of reality, impassible to traditional teleportation.

The Witherlord smiled, and descended towards the planet below.

This Rebus is supposed to have a conscience. He thought idly. I wonder how he’ll respond to the knowledge of what his other self has done?

The letter read:

To my good friend, *name redacted*

I write this letter to explain my actions, which in no small part have contributed to Malevolence’s ascension to the Mantle.

When Malevolence came to me and asked me to make for him a Blade, I realized three things.

First, the Witherlord’s return was inevitable. The secret of the Lost pages was out, and whether it was Malevolence, Rebus, or some third party, the forces of evil would not stop until the Witherlord had been truly returned. 

Second, I realized there were no weapons capable of defeating the Witherlord. For a time I had thought the converter would suffice, but it is too weak a hope. Even if one could gather and convert enough Prismite to forge a blade or some other tool, it would not assure victory. such a Blade would threaten the Witherlord, but defeat him? He has slain the Luxsprites and corrupted their greatest members. It is no sure thing.

Last, I realized that I had an opportunity to forge a Blade that could kill the Witherlord. A blade he could not corrupt, for it is forged of his own essence. A blade he could not destroy or control, for it is linked to his own soul.

The blade of which I speak is Malevolence. The blade I made for him. Old friend, if Malevolence can be taken from the Witherlord, it can be used to destroy him. He cannot manipulate it, for to do so would be to tear apart his own soul. Neither can he dismiss the Blade, to keep it safe from all who would steal it. Old friend, I hope that you will put this knowledge to good use. And I hope you will forgive me, for the destruction and sorrow Malevolence has and will cause.

Sincerely,

*name redacted*

It could work, or BftS could just be an eccentric corner of TLT where the Plotblade of Macguffin runs rampant, or it could be similar enough that that Enullers let Narrators through, or whatever explanation you want.

Subversion appeared in the nick of time, deflecting the Dragon with her slender Narrationblade. She wore a blue dress with gold trim along the sleeves and bodice, her black hair was tied in a braid,  and her silver-grey eyes gleamed with determination.

”I was going to wait for a more dramatic moment to reveal my decision, but I realized that that was stupid. And anyways, I can’t just let you murder a child.”

With a flick of her fingers, Subversion summoned up a giant vacuum cleaner which began sucking up all the dark smoke surrounding Atlas.

@Keke @DragonHeir

….

for fear, subversion was to late.

atlas lay on the ground, her body limp as the mist went into subversions vacuum. Her eyes were a faded red and a small smile twitched on her lips…. Atlas.. she always loved smiling. Through her cartoons, after she ran away, a grin plastered her face through the darkest of times. It’s only fitting she smiled as she met peace.

She wasnt angry at death, she was thankful that she would be able to meet her friends again, maybe she would go to elysium with cricket… or perhaps heaven with the scribe or seraphina. 

Regardless of where she went she wanted people to be able to be happy, if her death meant anything if her life meant anything, it was joy. Joy in the small times, joy in the idle conversations between posts, or the thrill she learned from fighting. 

She wanted to teach people that joy was one of the things you should cherish most, even if she had to teach herself this. It’s not forever, it cant be. For you cant exist forever. It’s the memories you make and the feelings you feel, good bad or ugly they stay with you more than a person. 

So she told all this to the thread. 

To everyone,

to the authors and characters alike,

any non narrators would feel this sense for an unknown reason, while narrators could read this. 

A final message as a small light in a multiverse blinked out.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

Lyric broke off his song entirely. That did not sound good. He turned to his companions. “Have any of you heard of the ‘Shadows of Law’?”

The Witherlord observed the planet he’d emerged above. Oceans of glowing liquid were on its surface, and he could sense only three living beings on its face. Although of the three, only two had true life. The other was a mere shell, abandoned by her author, nothing more than a shadowed hope of eventual return.

The rifts the Witherlord had cut all around the solar system begs to expand. Those on the planet below would see a darkness pass over the sky, stars winking out one by one as the Void surrounded the planet. In moments, it was done. This solar system was now cut off from the rest of reality, impassible to traditional teleportation.

The Witherlord smiled, and descended towards the planet below.

This Rebus is supposed to have a conscience. He thought idly. I wonder how he’ll respond to the knowledge of what his other self has done?

The letter read:

To my good friend, *name redacted*

I write this letter to explain my actions, which in no small part have contributed to Malevolence’s ascension to the Mantle.

When Malevolence came to me and asked me to make for him a Blade, I realized three things.

First, the Witherlord’s return was inevitable. The secret of the Lost pages was out, and whether it was Malevolence, Rebus, or some third party, the forces of evil would not stop until the Witherlord had been truly returned. 

Second, I realized there were no weapons capable of defeating the Witherlord. For a time I had thought the converter would suffice, but it is too weak a hope. Even if one could gather and convert enough Prismite to forge a blade or some other tool, it would not assure victory. such a Blade would threaten the Witherlord, but defeat him? He has slain the Luxsprites and corrupted their greatest members. It is no sure thing.

Last, I realized that I had an opportunity to forge a Blade that could kill the Witherlord. A blade he could not corrupt, for it is forged of his own essence. A blade he could not destroy or control, for it is linked to his own soul.

The blade of which I speak is Malevolence. The blade I made for him. Old friend, if Malevolence can be taken from the Witherlord, it can be used to destroy him. He cannot manipulate it, for to do so would be to tear apart his own soul. Neither can he dismiss the Blade, to keep it safe from all who would steal it. Old friend, I hope that you will put this knowledge to good use. And I hope you will forgive me, for the destruction and sorrow Malevolence has and will cause.

Sincerely,

*name redacted*

It could work, or BftS could just be an eccentric corner of TLT where the Plotblade of Macguffin runs rampant, or it could be similar enough that that Enullers let Narrators through, or whatever explanation you want.

Subversion appeared in the nick of time, deflecting the Dragon with her slender Narrationblade. She wore a blue dress with gold trim along the sleeves and bodice, her black hair was tied in a braid,  and her silver-grey eyes gleamed with determination.

”I was going to wait for a more dramatic moment to reveal my decision, but I realized that that was stupid. And anyways, I can’t just let you murder a child.”

With a flick of her fingers, Subversion summoned up a giant vacuum cleaner which began sucking up all the dark smoke surrounding Atlas.

@Keke @DragonHeir

ooo :3

24 minutes ago, Keke said:

Okay so in order to set the scene there is some background to this world of mine. Originally it .. *facepalm* was a Star Wars au…. I made it so the main story took place in the universe, i mean the idea was theres so many planets so i made this one to tag along. Krys was a darksider, and the rest of the crew was totally not inspired by the bad batch. In my defense i started watchng Star Wars when i was like …7 or 6 and created this when i was nine so bear with me. If you look to closely you might see crossovers. Bonus points if you tell which character was inspired or based on who. 

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I see we have come to a cross road with our definitions, so we will pretend our defs were the same. 

She nodded. 

-

jack ducked and attacked his waist. 

-

she closed her eyes and tried the move again. 

Rebyl looked up (pretend they were outside again okey) seeing the eyes made her shrink a bit before shaking her head.

elinore jumped down and threw an energy rifle to rebyl who fumbled and caught it. She propped it on her shoulder. 

Elinore stopped by rebus. “This is your place, you give the commands. Tell us what to do.” 

@xinoehp512

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atlas nodded “i …. I agree…” she said softly 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Good. Stay safe. I'm sorry it has to be this way.

 

 

 

1 minute ago, Keke said:

….

for fear, subversion was to late.

atlas lay on the ground, her body limp as the mist went into subversions vacuum. Her eyes were a faded red and a small smile twitched on her lips…. Atlas.. she always loved smiling. Through her cartoons, after she ran away, a grin plastered her face through the darkest of times. It’s only fitting she smiled as she met peace.

She wasnt angry at death, she was thankful that she would be able to meet her friends again, maybe she would go to elysium with cricket… or perhaps heaven with the scribe or seraphina. 

Regardless of where she went she wanted people to be able to be happy, if her death meant anything if her life meant anything, it was joy. Joy in the small times, joy in the idle conversations between posts, or the thrill she learned from fighting. 

She wanted to teach people that joy was one of the things you should cherish most, even if she had to teach herself this. It’s not forever, it cant be. For you cant exist forever. It’s the memories you make and the feelings you feel, good bad or ugly they stay with you more than a person. 

So she told all this to the thread. 

To everyone,

to the authors and characters alike,

any non narrators would feel this sense for an unknown reason, while narrators could read this. 

A final message as a small light in a multiverse blinked out.

Fog grinned at the partially disintegrated corpse. The vacuum cleaner blackened and crumbled to dust next to Atlas' body. That was one down.

"Little late," she giggled to Subversion, Nullifying her Narration and readying the Dragon once again.

[Shatter He/Him]

23 minutes ago, Keke said:

Rebyl looked up (pretend they were outside again okey) seeing the eyes made her shrink a bit before shaking her head.

elinore jumped down and threw an energy rifle to rebyl who fumbled and caught it. She propped it on her shoulder. 

Elinore stopped by rebus. “This is your place, you give the commands. Tell us what to do.” 

Ryna backed to the back of the ship. She wasn't able t fight. She couldn't. Her vows.

3 minutes ago, Keke said:

….

for fear, subversion was to late.

atlas lay on the ground, her body limp as the mist went into subversions vacuum. Her eyes were a faded red and a small smile twitched on her lips…. Atlas.. she always loved smiling. Through her cartoons, after she ran away, a grin plastered her face through the darkest of times. It’s only fitting she smiled as she met peace.

She wasnt angry at death, she was thankful that she would be able to meet her friends again, maybe she would go to elysium with cricket… or perhaps heaven with the scribe or seraphina. 

Regardless of where she went she wanted people to be able to be happy, if her death meant anything if her life meant anything, it was joy. Joy in the small times, joy in the idle conversations between posts, or the thrill she learned from fighting. 

She wanted to teach people that joy was one of the things you should cherish most, even if she had to teach herself this. It’s not forever, it cant be. For you cant exist forever. It’s the memories you make and the feelings you feel, good bad or ugly they stay with you more than a person. 

So she told all this to the thread. 

To everyone,

to the authors and characters alike,

any non narrators would feel this sense for an unknown reason, while narrators could read this. 

A final message as a small light in a multiverse blinked out.

Ryna went very still and slipped down to the deck.

Her left eye flared gold for half a heartbeat, then dimmed.

"…No," she whispered.

Her fingers tightened in the fabric of her greatcoat, her knuckles paling as a bright, luminous Thread pulled taut and snapped.

Ryna inhaled sharply, like the breath had been knocked out of her.

For a moment, she didn't move. Didn't speak. She just knelt on the deck there, staring at nothing, as if listening to a sound no one else can hear.

When she finally spoke, her voice was small and unsteady.

"…a small light... no..."

She started to cry.

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

12 minutes ago, Keke said:

….

for fear, subversion was to late.

atlas lay on the ground, her body limp as the mist went into subversions vacuum. Her eyes were a faded red and a small smile twitched on her lips…. Atlas.. she always loved smiling. Through her cartoons, after she ran away, a grin plastered her face through the darkest of times. It’s only fitting she smiled as she met peace.

She wasnt angry at death, she was thankful that she would be able to meet her friends again, maybe she would go to elysium with cricket… or perhaps heaven with the scribe or seraphina. 

Regardless of where she went she wanted people to be able to be happy, if her death meant anything if her life meant anything, it was joy. Joy in the small times, joy in the idle conversations between posts, or the thrill she learned from fighting. 

She wanted to teach people that joy was one of the things you should cherish most, even if she had to teach herself this. It’s not forever, it cant be. For you cant exist forever. It’s the memories you make and the feelings you feel, good bad or ugly they stay with you more than a person. 

So she told all this to the thread. 

To everyone,

to the authors and characters alike,

any non narrators would feel this sense for an unknown reason, while narrators could read this. 

A final message as a small light in a multiverse blinked out.

Cep was occupied, and Asharak spared barely a moment of thought for just one more speck in a constellation of spirits.

Only Dark Cep saw the closer picture. He bowed his head, and let a single tear fall into the Mindscape, where it swirled amongst the smoke.

He held back the rest of his emotion, unwilling to let the chains slip. Yet inside, he wept for the loss of something so innocent. He wept for Atlas, for a young Cep, for so many innocents lost. He remained with head bowed as the visions continued to play around him.

[IAmThatOneGuy He/Him]

i hope barging in with no idea what is going on is ok.

The sweet eternity of nothingness ended.
The Outlier lay in a new place. 
Once, the transitions were jarring. Now they were almost average.
He sat up slowly, breathing in deeply. With his out breath, he opened his eyes to a new world. Again. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, ThatOneGuyOverThere said:

i hope barging in with no idea what is going on is ok.

The sweet eternity of nothingness ended.
The Outlier lay in a new place. 
Once, the transitions were jarring. Now they were almost average.
He sat up slowly, breathing in deeply. With his out breath, he opened his eyes to a new world. Again. 

Welcome!

A strange man appeared nearby.

"Hello."

[IAmThatOneGuy He/Him]

The Outlier slowly stood, looking around. He talked to himself quietly. "Well, this place looks... decently normal." 

[Shatter He/Him]

8 minutes ago, ThatOneGuyOverThere said:

i hope barging in with no idea what is going on is ok.

The sweet eternity of nothingness ended.
The Outlier lay in a new place. 
Once, the transitions were jarring. Now they were almost average.
He sat up slowly, breathing in deeply. With his out breath, he opened his eyes to a new world. Again. 

that's the best way to join

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, ThatOneGuyOverThere said:

The Outlier slowly stood, looking around. He talked to himself quietly. "Well, this place looks... decently normal." 

"Hello," the man repeated again.

[NameIess]

1 hour ago, Keke said:

….

for fear, subversion was to late.

atlas lay on the ground, her body limp as the mist went into subversions vacuum. Her eyes were a faded red and a small smile twitched on her lips…. Atlas.. she always loved smiling. Through her cartoons, after she ran away, a grin plastered her face through the darkest of times. It’s only fitting she smiled as she met peace.

She wasnt angry at death, she was thankful that she would be able to meet her friends again, maybe she would go to elysium with cricket… or perhaps heaven with the scribe or seraphina. 

Regardless of where she went she wanted people to be able to be happy, if her death meant anything if her life meant anything, it was joy. Joy in the small times, joy in the idle conversations between posts, or the thrill she learned from fighting. 

She wanted to teach people that joy was one of the things you should cherish most, even if she had to teach herself this. It’s not forever, it cant be. For you cant exist forever. It’s the memories you make and the feelings you feel, good bad or ugly they stay with you more than a person. 

So she told all this to the thread. 

To everyone,

to the authors and characters alike,

any non narrators would feel this sense for an unknown reason, while narrators could read this. 

A final message as a small light in a multiverse blinked out.

 

1 hour ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Fog grinned at the partially disintegrated corpse. The vacuum cleaner blackened and crumbled to dust next to Atlas' body. That was one down.

"Little late," she giggled to Subversion, Nullifying her Narration and readying the Dragon once again.

Subversion looked at Atlas's corpse.

"Yes, I was." She said in a subdued tone. "Too late to save her. I should've come earlier, but I thought Rebus could handle you." She raised her Narrationblade, glaring at Fog through tears. "I am not, however, too late to avenge Atlas."

Subversion stepped forward and swung her Narrationblade at Fog's foggy face.

[IAmThatOneGuy He/Him]

The Outlier looked at the man. "Greetings."

He looked him up and down. "He's not a giant talking cartoon. So I suppose that's a good start."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, ThatOneGuyOverThere said:

The Outlier looked at the man. "Greetings."

He looked him up and down. "He's not a giant talking cartoon. So I suppose that's a good start."

"Indeed, I am not. What's your name?"

[IAmThatOneGuy He/Him]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Indeed, I am not. What's your name?"

The Outlier looked around, dusting off his clothes.  "Way too many to count. Call me Outlier."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, ThatOneGuyOverThere said:

The Outlier looked around, dusting off his clothes.  "Way too many to count. Call me Outlier."

"Outlier. Nice you meet you. My name is Utility."

Utility inclined his head recpectfully.

"What brings you here?"

[IAmThatOneGuy He/Him]

Outlier turned to Utility. "I died."
He began walking in a random direction.

He paused and turned back to face him. "Where is here?"

Edited March 4 by ThatOneGuyOverThere

[NameIess]

@Through The Living Glass Did you see my post?