AonEne

Guys I just had an incredible, amazing, super unpolished idea for a character and I need feedback. I’m not actually hoping to make this character yet, I’m not looking for a new character, but also don’t steal this. Fullborn who was in an accident when young (haven’t decided exactly what, but something with construction I think) where a large piece of metal fell and crushed their legs. Now uses a wheelchair; hasn’t healed because their spiritual aspect sees them that way (haven’t decided precise details). Intense phobia of metal because of this, refuses to use any of their Feruchemical powers and will only use the Allomantic ones through the trace metals they get from water and stuff. I probably would have them get over the fear (though not the disability) eventually, but then I’d retire them pretty soon after so as to not be OP. ...I know I said I’m not going to use this anytime soon, but I keep imagining them

Before Gati could answer Sagitta, Price spoke again - and then she walked out, and he ran out after her, and Gati was left to stare after them. He raised an eyebrow at a guard, then covered the corpse’s face with the bag and walked over to Zura, leaning against the wall. “Don’t worry; I won’t do it.” @Lunamor

After walking for a couple minutes through the Alleys, which changed around them - stone type, sky color, whether or not the Void pulsed on all sides - Kios looked over at Corenar. “So, where are you from?”

370a. Disregard this if your name is Evi.

But you are Honorless.

I get it, but I don’t think she’s gloating, just happy.

I love those books

Slowswift

“Fine with me,” Myriad said with a shrug. Their conversation had been extremely helpful. She nodded in thanks at Eos, then began walking down the tunnel again, idly tapping a fingernail on the wall. There was so much she didn’t know in this world, so many secrets built into a past as flavorful as a lemon. She had the feeling that she could study the Alleyverse and the planets its citizens hailed from for the rest of time and never get close to knowing it all. She wasn’t meant for studying, anyway; she wanted to teach. To assist others in learning. After a few minutes, the tunnel started widening. Myriad ran her hand along the stone, tapping one nail steadily, automatically falling into a beat before stopping and pressing her fingers hard against the wall to stop them. That was not a habit she had; it was muscle memory. Myriad herself had never been very musical. She got moving again, hands at her sides. She started seeing a glow ahead, faintly shading the tunnel, and sped up with a smile. Her breathing and heartbeat were loud in her ears from excitement. She was about to see something that it was possible no one had ever seen before. One last corner, and there it was. The mirror cavern wasn’t as big as Keep Venture or the cave that everyone was resting in now, but it was bigger than the mushroom chamber, and more beautiful than anywhere else they’d been so far. Prettier than even the glistening mosses. Crystals jutted from the floor, ran in smoky rivulets embedded into the walls, throwing out prismatic light to bounce and dance on any surface untouched by the spiky growths. Some emitted a calming white light, while other shone green. Some were clouded like the sky in a storm, others clearer than a puppy’s conscience. In the center of her view was a stalactite, enormous and majestic and almost sweeping the floor, with something dull white sketched over it, an outline with a lot of holes. On close inspection, she realized it was the skeleton of a large snake, crawling down the spire, weaving through a thicket of crystals that glowed brightly, with the head facing the passageway she’d emerged from and the jaw bones open. The fangs were a sharp warning. Myriad’s first steps into the area were supposed to be soft. She wanted to revel in this, take it in. But they boomed, and she gasped, hands flying to her ears. The gasp was painful too, echoing away into nothing only after blasting through her head. And as soon as she had taken those steps, the pretty light had erupted into something blistering and overwhelming, outdoing everything else in the cave, each glow vying to attack her eyes the most. Her heartbeat now stuttered, much louder than before, and the still air on her skin became vicious somehow. It whipped around her as though there was someone else in the chamber, and a speck of Myriad thought to wonder if Eos has followed her in, but most of her was enthralled with registering the thump of her knees into the ground - normally easy to ignore, it was now a sensation that stuck with her, unavoidable. She’d been literally knocked down with the force of every sense she had turned against her at once. And then there was something slamming into her head in a rush of agony, and then the light and sound bothered her no more.

Negation looked over at Sagitta, blinking. “I told you my name; it’s Gati. And what do you mean?”

You can blame Discord voice chat insanity for this one. I knew I had to write it, though. I call it: "You called?" @Fatebreaker

Kelsier

*facepalms* I forgot to say what this one was. It’s Legion.

It’s Vissy’s turn, actually, since she won. Unless she wants to give it up.

Yep! RWBY is more fantasy-scifi and not as crude. I’ve only watched a few episodes of RVB.

Nope, it’s from RWBY. Great show, free on YouTube, I highly recommend it. Oh no did I get the meme wrong

It’s a Chinese dragon, and the background is just a cliff.

Gati looked into the sack, frowned slightly, and pulled the sack off of the body. “Victim of poisoning,” he murmured, dropping the sack to the side and standing out of the way so the others could get a look. His eyes made their way back to Price, gleaming yellow. “I’d prefer not to.”

8/10, you’re Archer’s mom but look like a grandmother. The mustache makes up for it though

Deteca gasped when Wes twisted her hand painfully. She breathed out, trying to ignore the pain, but knowing there would be more permanent damage if he kept doing it - so she tried to kick him between the legs.