Verdance

When you live in North Carolina where all seasons simultaneously exist and don’t exist at once in an irritating quantum entanglement like situation

Inkwell draws them a puppy. It barks in cute consolation and crawls into their lap.

*boards A-10 Warthog* *invites next person to see this to be gunner* *prepares for assault on Shatter’s tank battalion*

Nomu groans, not just because he has fallen off a horse, but also because of the silly jokes the newcomer has brought up. He gets slowly, ignoring the zombie chewing on his arm.

“Its… a shelter? A refuge? They would probably find their way there anyhow if the Witherlord destroyed it. I wouldn’t dream of disturbing the peace there anyway, unless we had to. That was where I was first created on the 17thshard, and it’s quite beautiful.”

Oh shoot you know what was really good season one of Arcane. Season two was barely more than mid, but season one was absolute peak

Inkwell squints. “What if… we used Coder’s Shardbar and The Clearing to evacuate the Thread? In case we fail to stop the Witherlord.”

*accepts, inventorieized*

Inkwell stares. “I dunno man, I’m happy to hang out here for a little while. I’m sure if I needed to I could bully 9/10 into ferrying people between threads, since he apparently just transcends them I guess. But this place seems chill. No Witherlord or anything, cool drinks, et cetera. Why would you wanna travel from here to TLT?”

Yes not seen it maybe probably yeah those were fire not seen it nope, shatter hasn’t opened fire quite yet

Nomu jumps onto one of the clay zombie horses and tickles the zombie seated there. It falls off, and he lashes his makeshift grappling hook around the horse like a harness. “Im Nomu and, I dunno. I didn’t count. There are a lot of doors where I come from.” He rides the horse and tries to get it to kick the spider, but falls off instead. ya im not expecting you to know the reference i literally just remember seeing a music video that had a lotta doors in it and thought what if I make that character an RP? (Premier Inn by Good Kid)

Agreed we have watched it as a family at least a dozen times, but it’s been like a year and a half since last time so sad seriously though what rivals princess bride. We need to make a tier list of all good movies ever

“Uh, the Premier Inn? Liminal space filled with doors? Too niche, okay.” A clay zombie rides into the room and attempts to eat Nomu’s face, and he ducks. “Why is there a skeleton lying on the floor unconscious near Aragon’s cousin?”, he asks politely.

I would like this for sheer knowledge’s sake but it seems I’ve run out of reactions already And for the fellow princess bride fans, apologies for absolutely butchering that quote, my family refuses to watch the movie again for some sad reason. Shatter just owns the cognitive aspect of all tanks ever. What’s your favorite tank?

The slightly less well known blunder, never make a bet with a Scadrian when death is on the line, HAHaHaHAHAha-HAhAhAhAHa-HaHa- *dies*

Supreme Pop Culture Knowledge

Is it funny that a long time ago I wrote a magic system with the exact same name based around painting complex symbols and mixing paints to do magic

A Flaw is an entity from a dimension between stories, I think in TLT this is known as The Void. Flaws exist for one purpose- to prey on Authors and destroy their stories. There are three types of Flaws I have created: Subversion Flaws, Killer Flaws, and Tyrant Flaws. The Subversion Flaw is a demon-like entity that lives in its normal form in the space between worlds. It is the lowest level of the Flaw hierarchy and subservient to higher ranks, and is also the most common form of a Flaw. A subversion Flaw operates by wiping or suppressing its memories, then taking a host character in an unfinished story and magnifying the issues with that character. The end goal is to destabilize the story before it is finished and create issues with it that lead to it never being completed. If it is successful, the dead story falls into the space between worlds, and over time, with enough destruction, a Subversion Flaw can become a Killer Flaw. 9/10mmHB#2 is an example of this type. The second form of Flaw is a Killer Flaw. A Killer Flaw’s job is to break down and consume the dead story. They systematically slaughter every living thing, destroy every world, kill any god that lived in that story, converting them into Subversion Flaws. In rare cases they may be sent into a story before a Subversion Flaw has finished their job, if that Subversion Flaw is having difficulty ending it. Instead of fully entering a story, they project a physical form into the story while keeping their soul safe from the Author in the form indulges in the slaughter. Instead this sense they are immortal, being able to simply project a new form of the old one fails, with no consequence. These forms are incredibly difficult to kill, having complete control over their body’s particles and suffering little to no damage or pain from physical harm. They also have the ability to rip through the fabric of reality, creating portals or even pockets of null space around themselves. Sanguine is an example of this. As a Flaw grows in power by the destruction of an author’s characters, it can grow from a Subversion Flaw into a Killer Flaw. Killer Flaws also can grow into the final form of a Flaw’s life cycle, the Tyrant Flaw. This type of entity never puts itself into the power of an Author by entering a story, instead feeding on dead worlds, as well as other Flaws. A Tyrant Flaw could conceivably end any world it touches, and is strong enough to exert control over any other Flaws it spares the life of. When a Killer Flaw grows strong enough to begin the process of becoming a Tyrant, it is usually destroyed by the current Tyrant. As a Flaw grows, it becomes less intelligent and more of a force, losing the intelligence it had as a character. As a result, while Subversion Flaws are typically quite devious, Killer Flaws are usually quite stupid, and Tyrant Flaws are little more than forces of nature. 9/10mmHB#2 has internalized fragments of memories from characters of mine he has killed, and has decided to become a character himself. Sanguine has defined himself as an instrument of death and an incarnation of violence. If you find my cosmic horror creativity eating story demon hives interesting, this is not a thing that only I do! You can alter a Flaw Hive to fit however you want to create a character, and it doesn’t have to be part of TLT either! If not, thanks for your interest in my weird nerdy excuse for why I haven’t published anything in four years of writing, and I hope you enjoyed.

Pen. Black and white. Does fancy things. waaaaaiittt- —— Iromem, who the unholy demon known as autocorrect keeps storming mistaking as Iron Man, is very disconcerted and still in quite a bit of mental pain if not physical, approaches the survivors. “Thank Plot, someone’s survived. What happened?” He is unaware of the Witherlord’s rise and has only heard of withergeists in the epic poetry of the ancients. All he knows is his entire world has been destroyed in a heartbeat, and something has rescued him, but even that is hazy. Slipping from his grasp. @TwinStorm@NameIess —— Night laughs softly, finding herself invigorated at Sanguine’s form running in circles, clearly enraged while Egis’ illusion keeps him occupied. The mind, it seems, is a better prison than a black hole. Her starhawk is bringing Inkwell to keep an eye on the situation, as he seems quite bored. —— Sanguine can’t stand it. He can’t so much as look at Egis without the Author stepping in, he can’t seem to leave this place, and he can’t even break through Egis’ Narration, exhausted as he is. He lashes out indiscriminately, cutting rift after rift that leads nowhere, incapable of leaving this *screeching* cave- what was that? —— Inkwell has found himself in the midst of a massive empty city. It is pale grey and featureless wherever he looks, except the tips of some buildings which sparkle silver in the sunlight, and the reflections of the sun off of shimmering glass skyscrapers. The starhawk in his shoulder screeches over the being’s curse and disappears in a shower of stardust. Before him, some gibbering entity appearing to be formed entirely of blood runs in circles, clutching its head with one hand and clawing familiar looking rifts that lead straight back to themselves with the other, tendrils appearing on his skin and lashing out at the air before being absorbed back into his body in his maddened fury. Egis leans against a nondescript building nearby, amused. “Mmm… this is the friend 9/10 was talking about?” Inkwell asks her.

You might say… the Lord Roller :3

Okay he wins Glasssss dang where have you been

It’s past midnight for me also so yeah gn

“Oh I done read that series, all fahve books awv it, when ah was a wee lad.”

Somewhere in the Bible it says that if we have every virtue in the world but not love, we are nothing. Who am I to tell someone what to do with their life? I hope I’m not horribly mangling either the Bible or the correct lgbtq terminology, but yeah