You Are The Chosen One. The Dark Overlord Is Currently Trying To Seduce You To Their Cause. To Their

A vampire that selectively targets drug dealers and criminals because they know those people would be easy targets that wont warrant an investigation is confused to find out that the people of the city believe them to be some sort of vigilante that is ridding the city of crime.

Out of Touch

The Aftermath of the Chosen One

Summary: Dulce is a Hero. The people who made her one better hope they never see her again. TW: mentions of violence, ptsd, panic attacks

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She is a villain when the adventure is over. It creeps up on her slowly. The shortened temper, the unnatural laughter, the darting eyes. She looks up at the corners of rooms for demon bats that don’t exist in this world and claws at her own flesh when she doesn’t find them.

Her companions come find her six months afterwards.

What does it look like, a prince and a knight and a mage walking into a McDonald’s? It’s 1 am, closing time, when she finds out.

“Dulce!” Prince Amor clanks through the fronts doors. He’s wearing the Royal Armor, the set that seems to glow from within with the Holy Light of his Blessed Ancestors. The crown on his head is as gold as his eyes. Everything about him looks fake under the artificial dining room lights, but he doesn’t notice. His golden eyes are locked on her. “At last, we’ve found you!”

She’s covered in a fine mist of oil, slashes of burns from the heat lamps marching up her arms. Her black pants are grey under a dusting of spilled flour and she knows her short, brown hair is frizzed up after her eight hour shift. She blinks at the three walking into the dining room and can’t find the words.

“I told you I’d find her,” Mage Kira says proudly. Her black dress looks like it belongs in a gothic version of the Nutcracker. She waves her flowering wand over her head. “Dulce’s magic has always been so distinctive, I knew it would be easy to find her in the Mundane World!”

Mundane world, Dulce thinks. That’s what they think of Earth. Mundane. Run-of-the-mill.

Not special.

Not worthy.

Dulce’s stomach cramps so badly that she sways on the spot. Why did she send the other girl home? Things would be so much easier if she had another human here.

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literary analysis is dead becuz u legit get people like “this character is a bad character because they made a decision or a mistake that resulted in a problem that must be repaired within the narrative” like yes Jennifer that’s called conflict and its integral to every story that exists ever.

It was just a simple “slay the dragon, rescue the princess” quest. But the knight can’t help but feel werid that each city he leaves always seems to have a dragon sighting the very next day, and a lady with draconic features always seeming to follow him in the crowd from the corner of his eye.

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

Jinx Just Wants Attention

*Caitlyn, Ekko and Vi Uncover Jinx Operating a Giant Mechanical Beast*

Caitlyn: Wha-You?! You made this? Why?!

Jinx: Well…I. I just wanted attention.

Caitlyn: I still don't understand.

Jinx: Well, first I hootenannied up a biomechanical brain wave generator, and then I learned to operate a stick-shift with one of my braids and-

Ekko: Okay, yeah. But WHY did you do it?

Jinx: I wanted attention, I already explained that.

Vi: Why didn’t you just tell us you wanted attention.

Jinx: Well, making a giant death robot seemed a lot easier than being emotionally vulnerable to you guys; also, it’s kind of my thing. Like when Silco was 30 minutes late picking me up, so I created a homicidal pterodactyl-tron or when Vi didn’t come to any of my birthdays-

Vi: I was in jail!

Jinx: - and I constructed an eighty-ton SHAME BOT THAT EXPLODED THE ENTIRE UNDERCITY!!

*Laughs like a maniac*

Jinx: Well, time to get back to work on my death ray!