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hughmanbean · 3 months

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Another World

Dick had found a new indie game that had just come out, and it was pretty good. He had even gotten Tim sold on it, though that hadn't helped his sleep schedule.

It was one of those visual novels, but had really good fighting mechanics and great backgrounds and settings. The setting was really well done, with even one off characters feeling fully fleshed out.

It was a mix between romance, mystery, slice of life, and psychological horror, since you could take the romance routes or the mystery routes in any interactions, which would drastically change the rest of the gameplay.

There were many routes, and at the end you would encounter the one of or the entire Royal Family.

The High Queen, Avaricious Duke, Erratic Prince, Wandering Princess, Autumn Knight, and Advisor Time.

Depending on your choices, it could anything from a heartfelt confession, an epic battle, or the reveal of a horrid secret.

The reason why this is relevant is because they're now stuck in this game.

Not just Dick and Tim, but the rest of the family too.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dpxdc prompt #dp x dc prompt #danielle phantom #dan phantom #queen mother danny phantom #batpham #that's right it's an isekai #Clockwork had Tucker make the game as an “exercise”#then sent it on its merry way #While ensuring it would be at the right place and time to be hit by very specific magics #vlad plasmius #continuations are accepted as is customary #danny fenton

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weezardthewizard · 4 months

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You start out thinking Shane is the zany cryptid and Ryan is the sane one. And then you learn more about Ryan.

And you realize they are the same level of insane in different directions.

So you think ah, it must be Steven then! He's the genius businessman who keeps the ghoul boys in line. He must be the sane one.

And then you learn more about Steven.

#right now I'm thinking it's gotta be Mark or Carter #leaning toward Carter #he gives off strong “random NPC the d&d party adopted and will not let go home” vibes #they isekaied the poor bastard #watcher #watcher entertainment #ghost files #ryan and shane #ryan bergara #shane madej #steven lim #ah fuck what's mark's last name #can't just tag mark #have random marks in here goofin up the place #mark watcherentertainment #yeah that works #carter doesn't need a last name #like cher

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nonameindividual · 1 month

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The new chapters as good as ever😔💝.

And the scene has been living in my head rent free ajdbak so i drew a headcanon of them maybe when everything has ended happily and then they are together ahah

Anyway hope you are doing great, @hyperbloomreset ^^

I love them aakbdjs

Link to fic!

#tighnari #genshin impact #Isekai Don’t Exist You’re just Trapped in a Social Experiment #tighnari x reader #fanfic #fanart #I hope they have a happy ending… right?

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rasazys-ramblings · 6 months

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MAXIM'S NEW SKIN I LOVE IT!!!!! I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!! AAAHGDJAHDJGBHETNHDNRAHWNJTEJ

LOOK AT HIM

LOOK

HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#rasazy's ramblings #rasazy loses their shit #New random ass tag just dropped its called #📖 Maxim Tag #I couldn't find the right emoji :(#isekai: slow life #isekai slow life

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metalandmagi · 7 months

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I love anime characters that are so stupidly over powered that normally it would be insufferable but it just loops back around to being cool again. Hak from Akatsuki no Yona. Saitama from One Punch Man. Helck from Helck. Sakamoto from Sakamoto desu ga?. Alucard from Hellsing. It's a fine line.

#and hua cheng from heaven official's blessing but that's a donghua #and yet almost no isekai manage to get it right #akatsuki no yona #one punch man #helck #sakamoto desu ga #hellsing #i'm sure there's more but i can't think of them right now

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its-gettin-weird · 1 month

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"Because I want to be one with you — you finally noticed the wish that I'd been praying for!"

Sirius’ outfit is a wedding dress / wedding themed! I made this her motif because of her obsession with Petelgeuse and because of the whole ‘becoming one’ thing reminding me of marriage / wedding vows, stuff like that. I didn’t know whether to incorporate her bandages or not, and in the end decided against it + opted to just cover as much of her bare skin as possible like with the veil, sleeves, and purple fabric above the shoulders. I gave her a spiked collar and spiky halo-like hairpiece + put her hair in a ponytail (maybe that’s a little hard to tell ahaha) to give her kinda punkish elements to her, twisting the ‘purity’ of the wedding theme a bit to subtly reflect her instability (and because it looks cool). I didn’t want her to just have a regular old wedding dress cause I thought it would look kind of bland compared to the other magi designs, so I added some fire elements to her dress that I think turned out really well :) . I also had the genius idea to make her hooks double as weaponized wedding rings to go with the outfit’s aesthetic. Her hooks are connected together to also symbolize ‘becoming one’ / the unity of marriage, that sort of thing.

The authority from a wish doc says that her wish was for love / believes love is to become one, so her wish would grant her ‘soul-washing’ powers. Her abilities make her extremely dangerous to other magi…

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noodlekittyrambles · 1 year

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Me: *starts watching Buddy Daddies*

Me: *starts enjoying it*

Me: “Does this mean, I’m finally ready to start watching anime again?”

Me: *researches into what anime has released in the last year and a half*

Me: “Hahahaha, nope!”

#anime #it’s not like any of them look bad #just none of them are the type of show I need right now #I’ll see if I can get into any of these shows #I just wanna be careful and don’t wanna overwhelm/burnout myself on anime again #god most of them are shitty isekai harem animes #buddy daddies

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nookisms · 25 days

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I imagine that since Magolor is a dimensional traveler, regularly and with or without the Lor, he has to end up in universes where humanity is the main/only sentient species (or where most sentients are anthropomorphic). He has to have a humanoid disguise of some sort. Would it look close to how he looks as egg? Perhaps. It's not like he's going to run into any of his friends.

#she speks #she speks originale #Magolor #kirby headcanons #kirby series #jk jk... unless?#that's right baby I'm combining my we should isekai Adeleine more with Magolor really do dimension travel

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the-local-lurker · 6 months

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Ectoberhaunt: Hunt, Calm (Isekai - I misunderstood the prompt)

For context, I decided to make this one a crossover with Rain World. I will explain a bit more on the end of the post for anybody interested.

Hunt (Day 5):

While Danny doesn't have full access to his ghost powers, random spurs of intangibility or invisibility managed to save his hide many times.

Calm (Day 11):

Some things don't change even between worlds.

Okay, so, Rain World/Danny Phantom crossover! I was pretty excited about this one from thursday when I got the idea.

For a bit of explanation, because I made up way too much exposition for these little drawings, technically, this would fit 'Portal shenanigans' too, but the way he got there would be a big Rain World spoiler, so I'll just skip it and say that he ended up basically reborn as a slugcat. He would be in a Survivor campain with some harder spawns, and he'd have to get to the ending to have a shot at getting back home (Jazz is going to have a field day with him once he returns)

Generally, he'd be more passive and herbivorous unless it is necessary to eat meat (he's not a fan of eating live bugs, especially at the start). He'd have a very high scav reputation and he'd hang out with them out of loneliness every now and then if he has the time. He'd also save them from predators if he's capable of it, as he does.

His ghostly nature will come into play some more later on, but once again, that would be a Rain World spoiler.

Well, this was actually very fun. I may do something with it someday. If somebody sees this, I hope you like it!

Also, this is my design concept sheet. I... tried my best;;

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edgier-than-a-diamond · 3 days

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Character Arc Tag

Tagged by @themanwhomadeamonster . hell yeag time to talk about the boys. Based on this quiz!

James: Corruption Arc

so. you got worse. and i'm not entirely sure i can blame you for it. maybe it was in you all along, hidden and waiting, or maybe someone planted it in you and watched it grow. either way, it's there now and you hold it in your fist like a second heart - this blood, this hunger, this thrill of having teeth and using them. perhaps you are right to. you are a mirror for the hardness of the world, and a mirror that we could all stand to look in more often. it's hard to watch the bleeding bring about more blood, but it is undeniable that you are very good at wounding.

He tried to do everything right. He tried to do everything right and failed. Even before that, people laughed at him for trying so hard. Fine, then. Why pretend to be good anymore? It's easier to gain respect out of fear rather than admiration.

(Don't worry. He gets his redemption arc. But it's only after he chooses violence.)

Allen: Romance/Friendship Arc

you started this story a little hard, or awkward, or stubborn. that's okay. it's harder than it should be to admit, but what you really want is love. that's what your story is all about - not just the act of loving, but the allowance of it. the confession that you do not want to fight or bleed or save the world, but to simply feel the way two hands fit so easily together. you will have two chairs and a table and you will shut your blinds, and you will say the word love without faltering. this is a happy ending, and you do not need to feel guilty. it hurts our hands to fight - never to hold.

He didn't think much of the one who summoned him at first. His job was just to help the Arisen reach the dragon. It should have been fine to let him die at the hands of the dragon- that, too, is completing his duty. He's not sure why he decided to save him, but he couldn't stop thinking about the way his master's eyes softened whenever they tilted up to look at him.

#sorry for the lazy sketches. i wanted to get this done real quick before I moved on to working on my other art project #dd2 #dragon's dogma 2 #I'll put out the arisen and pawn intro sheet once I've gotten the hard n fast details down. should be soon #this is based on their first cycle #that's right im leaning into the isekai tropes babeyyy #james oc #allen #my art #doing this did help me think about their personal motivations for sure

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atsadi-shenanigans · 16 days

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Feeding Alligators 47 - Soul Jar

Decisions, decisions…and none of them good.

Trigger warning: suicidal ideation.

On AO3.

You don’t look at nobody as y’all set up camp that afternoon. Wyll is moving and speaking, but still weak. Shadowheart monitors him between starting a campfire. Karlach hovers around, unable to settle in any one spot too long, either looking at him all anxious, or you with big, sad eyes.

Astarion fucks right off without saying a word to nobody. Hopefully he’s out hunting something.

And Lae’zel…

Gale is brewing what turns out to be the very last batch of blood potion. After everybody got settled in, and the mummy man just fucking emerged from the shadows to loiter at the edge of camp—Gale went over and had a long discussion with him. Must be nice to be able to look into the hollow sinus cavity of the guy you’re speaking to without screaming and flinching away. In the end, Withers does confirm the evil bottle will in fact hold your soul, so he starts prepping for whatever the fuck that entails. He wants you to guzzle down another blood potion right before, but supplies are running low, and Astarion ain’t here, and Lae’zel flat out refuses to help.

“The useless istik will live or die on her own strength,” she says, loud enough y’all catch it. “I will waste my time no more.”

Gale looks to you, but there ain’t shit you can do about it, so you just shrug. She’s right to cut you loose. You fucked that up and ran like a bitch. So much for being some kinda leader.

“I believe between Withers, Shadowheart, and myself,” Gale says, “we can successfully summon your soul to this plane and bind it here. We, ah, don’t have many other options.”

Because you got maybe three more blood potions left and then off your soul goes.

“Okay,” you say.

Gale looks at you. Squints slightly. There’s something to him, the stiff way he’s holding himself, that sets alarm bells clanging.

“What?” you say.

“I…I thought we would have more time to prepare,” he says. “Both to gather supplies, and to, well, to let you ready yourself.”

He’s waffling. You already feel like shit scraped off the heel of somebody’s boot. You don’t mean to snap, but your control and your manners are frayed. “Yeah, and? It there a point here?”

And the man looks at you with such grim pity, you’re sure he’s gonna say it ain’t gonna work.

“I’ve been researching on my own,” he says. “My sources are rather limited, but I did study soulwork and astral travel with, ah, anyway. I have full confidence we can do this, as long as you’re up to it. But you do understand that it requires magic to perform?”

He waits for an answer. Seems important, though you cannot fathom why.

“Uh huh?”

“If what you say is correct about your plane, Ay-yarth doesn’t have much, if any, access to the Weave, strange as that sounds to my ear.”

He stares. You stare back.

And it clicks. Oh how it clicks.

“I can’t just pop the cork on that jar if I get home, can I?” you say.

“There isn’t much theory in that field. It could very well settle into you again, as it’s meant to. It may be an instinctive thing, once you’re back in your own realm.”

But.

“But it might fly off into space again,” you say. “Because, what, it’s all destabilized now?”

He nods.

You’re sitting criss-cross on the ground. The sun shines down warm and the breeze smells of leaves and green, growing things. The sky is blue, with happy clouds puffing along as Shadowheart helps Wyll sit up so he can take a drink of water, while Karlach sits about ten feet away, shredding grass with her talons.

“You’re telling me we gotta do this today,” you say.

“It…seems most prudent, yes.”

“And if we don’t, and I run outta potion, I die or whatever.”

He nods again.

“But if we do do this, and I, by some motherfucking miracle, find a way back home, I still gotta carry my soul around because it still might fly off into space.”

“I’m…not sure it would even be wise to travel across the planes once it’s been transferred.”

The forbidden carry-on. Well.

“I am sorry, Eleanor. Truly. I wish I bore you better news.”

You wave, all distracted. “Ain’t your fault. Y’all been going outta your way to help me this whole time, and I appreciate it. How long does this take to set up?”

He takes a breath, hands folded behind his back. “Not long. We would give you a sleep draught—of which I have a few—so for you, it can happen as soon as you lie down.”

Magical surgery. Neat-o.

You nod. Push yourself up and both your knees creak. You feel heavy and slow. No energy, everything in your body vaguely hurting.

“I’m gonna take a walk,” you say.

Gale’s head dips in a bow. “Of course. Take all the time you need. And whatever you decide, we’ll be here for you.”

He’s a good dude, even if he did eat your very first ring. You put a little effort into your smile as you brush past him to head down towards the river y’all set up next to.

***

You made yourself stop caring about some “afterlife” years ago. If God is a bitch who don’t deserve nothing, then heaven and hell and all that shit can go get fucked right alongside him. You don’t do woo-woo shit anymore.

But you always liked the idea of seeing Grandpa again. Of meeting your dad, maybe. Of seeing your ancestors and finding wherever they went once they left.

Somehow, you don’t think your soul is gonna make it across the space-time continuum between here and Earth to ever see that, if it’s even real.

You can die. Or you can stay here. Forever. Away from your friends, away from Uncle Randy and your aunties (they’re technically cousins, but eh) and all your little third and fourth cousins. You ain’t never gonna catch fireflies or sit on Uncle Randy’s porch, giving him shit for smoking. You ain’t never gonna see your apartment or listen to the rain with Christmas lights twinkling and a mug of cocoa in your hand.

Never catch up on any of your shows or movies. Never listen to a podcast ever again. Never hum along with a favorite song because you ain’t never gonna hear your people’s music again.

Never hear English.

Never learn more Cherokee.

You start sobbing at some point. You’re seated in a hollow among tree roots next to a stream. You can’t stay upright anymore.

You’ll never go to a cafe or a library. No more pizza. No blackberry mochas. Stir fry. Fry bread. Biscuits and chocolate gravy. Fucking ice cream. You will never find a funny meme or have to explain an internet video to your relatives.

Never text Sasha again. Never hear her voice. You’ll forget what she and all the others look like, what they sound like. You’ll forget all the people you love except for their names—

You can die. Or you can lose everything except your fading memories and your own skin. Stuck in a place where you can’t speak the language. Where you don’t understand the clothing. Can’t cook the food. Can’t even read a book or tell a joke because the strangers around you won’t understand why a boat stuck in a canal is so goddamn funny.

The hyperventilating kicks in. You’re far enough from camp you can’t hear the others. You can risk making noise, even if it’s shameful bawling.

Ain’t no one to see or hear you, no one to stop yourself from clawing at your own hair or hitting your head against the dirt. Nobody to point out the wet mess of your face.

Just you and the golden sunshine.

It’d be easy to die. Wouldn’t have none of these worries, no more, and wouldn’t be around to care if Astarion friendship-dumped you and Lae’zel was down with letting you die. No more nasty potions. No more sleeping on hard ground with a rock wedged into your hip. No goblins or brainworms or murder or devils. No more goddamn decisions. No more horrible fucking waiting for the decision to be wrong and for that other shoe to finally, inevitably just fucking drop already.

And if your soul is still on Earth, or closer or whatever woo woo bullshit this all is, maybe if you kick it here and now, it can find its way back.

You don’t want to die. You’re just kinda tired of being alive.

Gale said this was risky. It might not even be up to you in the end, huh?

And that gives you some fucked up comfort. Small, weak, but there. All you have to do is walk back, drink one last, goddamn potion, and lie down. Let what happens happen.

You look over the silver glimmering of the water dancing in the light. Your ancestors went to water to cleanse themselves. Probably not a bad idea. Live or die, at least you can do it clean of spectator guts.

***

The sun skims the treetops by the time you come back. Gale is deep in conversation with Shadowheart. Karlach notices you first. Comes bounding over and opens her arms to kind of hover her hands near your sides.

God, you want to hug her for real.

“How’re you feeling, soldier?” she says. “Up for this wizard shit?”

You’re quite numb, actually. But you throw her a thumbs up and a, “Let’s do this.”

“Fuck yeah, that’s the spirit! Gale told us what he told you. You’re a mean, clever little thing. You got this.”

Shit, she’s kinda worth staying for.

Gale has optimistically laid out a bedroll for you near the fire. Karlach has apparently punched her tent poles around that bedroll and set up a canopy over the whole thing (minus the fire).

“Thank you,” you say.

She does that head-duck shrug thing again.

Gale and Shadowheart meet you at the edge of the magical operating theater.

“Ready?” he says.

No.

“Sure,” you say.

It ain’t really your choice no more.

You lay down. Wiggle around until you’re at least kind of comfortable.

Wyll has propped himself up on his pack so he can give you a smile. He says, “For moral support.”

And then Karlach looms over you again, and she’s got that raggedy teddy bear, Clive.

“I thought,” she says. Shuffles. “Thought this might do you more good than me right now.”

That plucks something in you. Baby soft, thinner than spider silk, but it’s there, and it’s touched. She has to drop it on you so she don’t get too close and burn off your eyebrows. Clive’s a bit charred, a bit tacky from whatever she puts on him to keep him from lighting up, and he smells of sulfur and grease.

You tuck him into the crook of your arm.

“Right,” Gale says. And you been so busy watching all the others you didn’t notice Withers lurking in. You only jump a little, this time. “Eleanor, we’re going to give you a sleeping potion. Should knock you right out. I don’t know what this will be like for you, but we will do all we can. Try not to lose yourself, and hopefully, the potion and our spells will draw you back here, yes?”

You nod.

Shadowheart kneels and holds up a bottle. You feel cold all over, super detached. Death or exile. One of them’s gonna happen.

“Bottom’s up,” you say and slam it down.

For some godforsaken reason, this one tastes like motherfucking cotton candy.

“What the shit,” you sputter. Try to grimace. But a cool hand slips over yours to hold it and you…

#feeding alligators fic #these two shitheads #tavstarion #astarion x tav #isekai #slow burn #it's getting dark #angst with a happy ending #tav is really going through the shit right now

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