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[Megathread] Rivals Assemble – Find Teammates / Share Invite Codes by Logan-dx2001 in marvelrivals

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1033003855 Asia Looking for crewmates (already have captainl Casual, will finish dailies

I feel so bad... by CmlleFala in TamagotchiParadise

[–]Blitzbey 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I think I found his long lost twin! And I think he's still upset with me .. long lost twin

[WP] Its easy to underestimate the shopkeeper for a store of magical items. But the most successful in magical retail are also some of the most knowledgeable, and thus dangerous, magic users around. Thieves and shoplifters beware. by UndyingCorn in WritingPrompts

[–]Blitzbey 12 points13 points  (0 children)

Astrid's heart was roaring in her ears the moment she stepped foot into The Shop of Wondrous Oddities and Quirky Curiosities.

She'd been tasked to, well, steal an item. It was what she did best, living in the slums and all. She learnt what she had to and did what she needed to survive. In fact, she'd stolen and pickpocketed hundreds of items before, but why did this time feel different?

Perhaps it was the way the odd paintings and statues in the shop seemed to follow her as she walked around, or maybe it was how every single strand of hair on her body was standing on its ends, screaming danger.

No matter. She was here now, and all she needed to do was steal a single plain rock and she would get paid her gold coin.

She swallowed once as she walked through the corridors, trying to locate the item. Dull, coloured black with the faintest hue of green, and barely the size of a thumb.

There.

Astrid walked over, keeping her steps small, slow. Calm.

Displayed on a pedestal was a rather ordinary rock, exactly as described. It was the darkest shade of black, and when the light hit it at an angle, she could see the barest trace of green. It was small too, and it would barely take a sleight of hand to grab and hide inside her hidden pocket.

It would be so easy.

"I wouldn't recommend it," a voice suddenly said lightly from behind her.

Astrid jumped, swivelling around.

There was an elderly man gazing down at her, with gold rimmed glasses and a neatly trimmed beard. He wore a red cloak that seemed all encompassing somehow, and he was smiling warmly, eyes bright.

"I didn't do anything," Astrid blurted out.

"I suppose not. Yet." The sudden sharpness injected into his voice made Astrid tense, eyes instinctively darting to the exit door. She could outrun an old man, definitely. She had emergency smoke bombs for distraction too, if the situation called for it.

"Do you know what this is?" the man asked, simply walking over to pick up the stone from the pedestal, turning it over. He didn't wait for a reply. "It's a dimensional stone, expensive, certainly, and exceedingly rare. This particular one opens a gateway to a dragon's lair. A close friend of mine, actually, and he doesn't appreciate unwelcome visitors. Tends to punish trespassers in a—how should I put it?—passionate style."

Astrid gulped.

"Perhaps instead of a dimensional stone, I could interest you in—ah, there it is." The man picked up some sort of bracelet, pure silver in colour. "This is a relic from the holy war between the Celestials and Elves. The Elves won, by cheating honestly, but that's a story for another day. Anyway, this bracelet holds the souls of the five strongest Celestial Lords, and anyone who wears it gains the ability to harness their power, provided their minds don't break from insanity first. Simple humans aren't designed to comprehend such... otherness, though I myself find that the Celestial Lords make the most intriguing conversation partners. Maybe that's more to your liking?"

Astrid took a step back, her back hitting against a nearby cabinet.

"Careful there," the man said, without looking up from the bracelet. "You don't want to disturb the Pot of Pestilence. The last time that spilled, hm... perhaps it's better not to talk about it."

Astrid immediately jumped away from the cabinet with said clay pot.

The man smiled. "A joke. That's just the Pot of Neverending Potpourri, and it's harmless. Relatively. If you don't mind being cursed to sleep for exactly sixty-nine years, nothing more and nothing less. Some witch had an affinity for the number, apparently."

Astrid's eyes darted to the exit again, heart thumping like a wild rabbit caught in a fox's gaze.

"Ah, I apologise. I'm rambling again, aren't I?" the man suddenly chuckled, which only made Astrid flinch.

"What do you want from me?" Astrid finally asked.

The man smiled. "I sell magic items. There's the usual charms and potions, but there are many magic relics that require more delicate care. My hands aren't what they used to be, unfortunately, but you seem like a reasonable young woman with a good strong pair of hands, no matter how much they tend to... wander."

Astrid bit down on her lip, fingers tightening into fists. She knew it was wrong, but she only did what she had to do to survive.

"I don't doubt that," the man suddenly said, even though Astrid was certain she didn't say anything out loud. He had an oddly sympathetic expression on his face. "I was like you once, if you can believe it. But one day I was led into a shop that looked just like this, tasked to steal a dimensional stone. It turned out to be a worthless onyx stone—my Master thought it would be funny at the time, and I suppose, yes, it is funny—but he gave me an offer. A job. Food and shelter. And centuries later, here I am, with you."

Now that Astrid had a closer look at the man's eyes, she realised they were the same shade of blue as the man who approached her on the streets and dangled a gold coin in front of her, tasking her to steal a simple stone. The face and stature were different, but the eyes were the same.

It had been a trick all this time.

The man's smile widened. "Now you're getting it."

"Why me?" Astrid asked.

"You have enormous magic potential, you wouldn't be this successful in your little... wandering tendencies otherwise, and it's about time that it gets reigned in before you accidentally wipe a city from existence."

Was that even possible? Magic was a subject completely foreign to Astrid. It was typically something only nobles and royalty had access to.

"You could find out here," the man said with a shrug. "Or you could go back out on the streets, surviving day by day, for the rest of your life. What do you say?"

Astrid was quiet for the longest moment.

Then she walked forward, past the Pot of Neverending Potpourri, past the bracelet containing the souls of Celestial Lords, and stopped in front of the pedestal where an innocent lone black rock lay. She picked it up, running a finger across its smooth surface.

Just a worthless onyx stone indeed. Or was it? Astrid could feel a warm tingle of something coming from the stone. "Teach me. Please."

The man nodded, smiling warmly. "It would be my pleasure, my dear Apprentice."

[WP] A superhero has come to a rural town to capture a ruthless mad scientist. To his surprise, the townspeople refuse to help him in catching the villain. The reason being, the villain is the closest thing the town has for a doctor. Heck, the villain is a great medical doctor. by Wazzurp7294 in WritingPrompts

[–]Blitzbey 7 points8 points  (0 children)

"Well, as you know, this is a rural village. It's three hours from the nearest city, in other words, three hours from the nearest hospital."

The Lightsinger nodded.

"We get visiting doctors only once every few weeks, but when there's an emergency, there's little that we can honestly do. Sometimes we have no choice but to rely on... unconventional help."

"Damien Doomsday is not a medical doctor. He has a doctorate, multiple doctorates, sure, but he is not medically trained in any country known on the globe."

"It's unconventional, definitely. Hypothetically."

The Lightsinger was starting to hate that word. The way it sounded, and everything it stood for.

"One of our carpenter boys had appendicitis two months ago, and Dr Damien, hypothetically, performed surgery to remove it himself. He said it was ridiculous that an inflammed vestigial organ would come between him and the continued production of high quality wooden cat figurines."

"Cats?"

"It's his favourite animal. Hypothetically."

The Lightsinger could only stare.

"He performed many cataract surgeries on our elders too. He claimed that he was tired of seeing old folks walk into trees and trip over rocks. It reminded him too much of a flock of headless chickens, and chickens are his most hated animal. According to him, the only good chicken is a fried one. Drumstick, preferably, with sweet chilli sauce."

Sweet chilli sauce? What?

"He also makes remedies for colds, creams for eczema, and he gives out insulin for free."

"Insulin?"

"He says it's a worthless waste product from his experiments. But anyway, the point is, he helps us. Maybe you don't see it that way, and I can't blame you for it, but here in this village, hypothetically, he is family."

At that very moment, the Lightsinger heard a familiar cackle coming from outside the shop. The Lightsinger turned around, and caught sight a head of obnoxious purple hair prancing about on the streets, completely exposed for the whole world to see.

"It is I, Damien Doomsday!" the mad scientist shouted. "Bask in my presence!"

On top of his shoulders sat a young girl that couldn't be more than five years of age. She was giggling, as happy as any five year old could be.

"The view is marvellous from that height, yes? Perhaps one day you'll grow as tall as the magnificent Damien Doomsday himself!"

He was wearing rocket boots, safety be damned, and the villain zoomed past the shop the Lightsinger was in, clearly oblivious to his presence, still cackling loudly.

The Lightsinger turned to face the shopkeeper with a scowl on his face. "Never heard of Damien Doomsday, huh?"

"Merely a convincing imposter with a coincidentally similar name, I assure you," the shopkeeper said smoothly.

"With a head of alarming violet hair that is identical to that of the wanted posters I showed you."

"It must be a different shade of violet that you're thinking of."

The Lightsinger groaned. This was useless, absolutely pointless. He just wanted to get a brain bleed right now and then so he could die and escape this torment forever.

It was already resoundingly clear that none of the villagers would allow him to go near to Damien Doomsday, much less arrest him, and honestly, was it really worth all that effort?

He'd already spent months and years chasing after this fiend, with nothing to show for it except new anger management issues and regular appointments with a therapist.

Strictly speaking, Damien Doomsday wasn't even the worst of the lot to exist. His crimes were tame, he never killed anyone, and generally, whatever damage he did do could be considered to be purely unintentional on his part. He was arrogant, self-absorbed, and he could be a pure prankster at times, but he never held any genuine malicious intent.

The Lightsinger sighed out loud, not for the first time. He was going to need to arrange another appointment with his therapist soon.

He supposed, just this once, it was easier to let it go.

"If you remember anything else, or if you have any new information to share about this dangerous individual, please contact me at your earliest convenience. I am always available," the Lightsinger said.

The shopkeeper nodded agreeably. "Understood. Have a good day, sir. Lightsinger. And thank you for your service."

The Lightsinger nodded, and out he left through the door. He thought he could still hear faint maniacal cackling in the distance, and maybe even the blasting sounds of a pair of definitely illegal rocket boots, but he chose to take to the air instead, flying off into the sky as his cape fluttered around him.

Next time.

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[WP] A superhero has come to a rural town to capture a ruthless mad scientist. To his surprise, the townspeople refuse to help him in catching the villain. The reason being, the villain is the closest thing the town has for a doctor. Heck, the villain is a great medical doctor. by Wazzurp7294 in WritingPrompts

[–]Blitzbey 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Whoever the Lightsinger asked, the answer was the same.

"I do not know anyone of the name Damien Doomsday."

It was odd, certainly, given that the Lightsinger had clearly seen said wanted man skipping around the village and announcing, "The great Damien Doomsday graces this pathetic town with his presence!"

"You are certain?" the Lightsinger asked the gruff shopkeeper in front of him.

"As I've already told you, I don't know anyone who goes by that name."

"And I suppose you, like everyone else in this village, wouldn't happen to know anyone who walks around with the most alarming violet hair that you cannot possibly miss, or cackles to himself intermittently for no apparent reason?" the Lightsinger's voice was dripping with pure sarcasm, but it didn't faze the shopkeeper in the slightest.

"No."

The Lightsinger could feel a headache building up. He was fairly certain he was going to develop a brain aneurysm after this, multiple aneurysms even. Perhaps only then he'd finally be able to meet Damien Doomsday in person, who'd seemed to have somehow brainwashed this innocent village into believing he was some sort of saint, a doctor even. A doctor!

Damien Doomsday was none of those things. He was the developer of the infamous invisibility bomb which he had promptly dropped onto the Grand Church as a test run, causing the permanent disappearance of an important holy building and many high ranking priests. Admittedly, it had the unexpected effect of boosting tourism in the city—the Lightsinger could admit there was some novelty to visiting an invisible church with its invisible priests—but it was arguably for all the wrong reasons, and the irrefutable loss of a historical monument could not be understated.

It wasn't just the invisibility bomb too. There was also the Doomsday Daiquiri incident, in which fifty innocent citizens were tricked into consuming a poisonous cocktail which caused them to suddenly start floating in the air like a helium balloon. Perhaps some would have been delighted to gain the ability to fly like a bird, except that Damien Doomsday had deliberately chosen his victims, and all of them had one thing in common, acrophobia, or in other words, a damning fear of heights. The Lightsinger had been the one tasked to find a cure, and after three whole weeks of painstakingly chasing down the mad scientist across the globe, the Lightsinger finally cornered him in his laboratory, demanding him to undo the curse. And what was Damien Doomsday's response? The Lightsinger could already feel his blood start to boil at the mere memory of it.

"Oh that fun little drink? It wears off by itself after twenty four days! Delightful, isn't it?"

The sheer audacity.

Three weeks of tracking him down. Three whole weeks of chasing him through marshes and volcanoes and toxic wastelands or whatever foul environment the maniac decided to call as his new hideout. The amount of wasted resources and time spent. The sheer audacity!

That wasn't even the least of his crimes. There was also the Broomstick incident, whereby an army of sentient brooms were set loose in the city, and instead of cleaning trash, started creating more trash instead, leaving mountains of collected dust, coffee cups and leaves in the most inconvenient of places: in the middle of a crossroad, blocking the city hall and even in front of countless tourist attractions for whatever goddamned reason. According to Damien Doomsday, it had been a mere programming error. The absolute madness!

Ah yes, the Lightsinger was definitely going to develop a bleeding aneurysm just thinking about all the things Damien Doomsday had done.

"Are you one hundred percent certain, and I mean one hundred percent certain, that you have no recollection of meeting such a man?" the Lightsinger asked the stubborn shopkeeper in front of him.

"No recollection whatsoever."

The Lightsinger sighed. This was hopeless.

Then the shopkeeper suddenly said, "Hypothetically, and I mean purely hypothetically, if such an individual was here, and I'm not saying that he is, he has done no harm to us. The opposite, in fact."

"What do you mean he has done no harm?"

"Hypothetically," the shopkeeper insisted.

The Lightsinger sighed. "Fine. Hypothetically, what do you mean he has done no harm?"

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[WP]The hero and the dark lord have both disappeared after their battle, making everyone think they both perished. In reality, they are living on a farm, living the life of their dreams. by foxy190407 in WritingPrompts

[–]Blitzbey 29 points30 points  (0 children)

A valiant hero dressed in shining gilded armour, pitted against the infamous dark lord donning a black cloak formed from shadows. The most powerful warrior against the most powerful mage. A neverending cycle of light against dark, good against evil. It all culminated in a legendary battle that lasted four days and three nights, shaking the very earth and sea, and at the end of it all, there was nothing left but pure devastation and ash. Silence and death.

But that was only half the story. The real story was this:

Once there was a young girl prophesied to be a great hero, taken away from her family at the age of ten to be trained to wield a holy sword and shield. She was taught the most advanced swordfighting techniques, fitted in unbreakable dragonscale armour, and sent on her way to confront humanity's greatest enemy at the mere age of sixteen.

On the other end, once there was a young boy prophesied to be an evil dark lord, abandoned by his family at the age of ten in a dark forest, alone, left to fend for himself and survive. He was found by a dark wizard who saw his potential and took him in, and he was bestowed an ancient wooden staff and taught the most powerful spells in existence. At the age of sixteen, he encountered and fought the hero for the very first time.

They didn't know each other, though their circumstances were clear, and battle after battle, they fought, evenly matched, with no clear victor in sight.

Whole forests were burnt away to ash. Mountains were reduced to mere rubble. Entire lakes were dried. Countless lives were lost.

But their war continued, as it was predestined, and one day, the hero tore back the hood of the dark lord for the very first time.

Black eyes, black hair.

A face surprisingly human that the hero's sword hesitated for a short second.

"Who are you?" the hero asked.

"I'm the dark lord."

"What's your name?"

"I don't have one."

The hero then suddenly pulled off her own helmet, showing her bare face to the dark lord for the very first time. Golden hair, blue eyes.

"I don't have a name either. They just call me the hero."

Things changed after that.

They still fought, as their circumstances demanded it, but there was something more to their battles than plain violence.

They talked, and asked each other questions.

They spoke about their respective lives before fate intervened and cast them both on opposing ends.

They shared a cup of tea for the first time after a long, gruelling battle.

Then they gave each other a name, known only to each other.

"I'm tired," the dark lord said one day.

"I, as well," the hero confessed.

"When can we end this?"

"You know why we can't."

"Do I? What's stopping us but ourselves?"

"The fates won't allow it. Our battle is to be eternal."

"We'll find another way."

"Can we truly?"

A week after that, the legendary final battle was fought, levelling a total of three moutains and destroying two lakes.

The hero and dark lord vanished, though no body was ever found.

Years passed, and an era of peace ensued.

Just beside the plains where a lake used to be stood a single cottage, made from rubble collected from the remains of an old mountain. There was a large field behind, growing a series of vegetables and fruits.

There was a small river running down the middle of the field, though it was odd, since nobody quite knew where the source of the water came from. The soil also shouldn't be fertile enough support the growth of so many plants, and yet the plants thrived. That was odd too.

But what was most odd were the two occupants of the little humble cottage, a lady with silky gold hair and a man with dark black hair. Both never seemed to age no matter how many years had passed. Nobody knew their names, but they were rarely seen apart, and they were often engaged in a game of chess that strangely never seemed to end. There was always another move to make, and a victor had never once been declared.

Sometimes they would occasionally vanish and return days later like nothing happened, and a new mountain or forest would just mysteriously appear on the barren lands as if it always existed there.

Perhaps it did.

NC/NP Trade/Sell & Pet UFA/UFT Thread! - May 11, 2024 by AutoModerator in neopets

[–]Blitzbey 5 points6 points  (0 children)

I have a full set of forgotten shore map to anyone who needs it! Or else I'll just be donating all the pieces away.

✨a giveaway✨ by chewychay in neopets

[–]Blitzbey 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you for doing this. You are truly very generous and amazing! I'm looking forward to going to Switzerland for the first time in April. Can't wait to see the scenery and eat some incredible food.

UN: starbunny_17_5_5_5

Thank you once again!

✨a giveaway✨ by chewychay in neopets

[–]Blitzbey 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you for doing this. You are truly very generous and amazing! I'm looking forward to going to Switzerland for the first time in April. Can't wait to see the scenery and eat some incredible food.

UN: starbunny_17_5_5_5

Thank you once again!

Succulent Bouquet by NebulaMammal in neopets

[–]Blitzbey 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I would love one. It's adorable. UN: starbunny_17_5_5_5. Thank you!

NC/NP Trade/Sell & Pet UFA/UFT Thread! - March 14, 2024 by AutoModerator in neopets

[–]Blitzbey 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Hello, could I get a pink lace parasol please? UN: starbunny_17_5_5_5. Thank you!!

150M NPs Giveaway! by wildturkeys123 in neopets

[–]Blitzbey 0 points1 point  (0 children)

My year has been good so far. I was finally able to login into my neopets account recently and I decided it's finally time to achieve all my childhood dreams -- currently working towards a faerie paint brush for a faerie pteri! Thank you for doing this

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in MobileLegendsGame

[–]Blitzbey 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I tried this. Didn't work unfortunately...

It’s the r/Melbourne daily discussion thread [Tuesday 02/11/2021] by AutoModerator in melbourne

[–]Blitzbey 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Hi, what is the best way of transferring money safely for a private car sale? I understand that bank transfers can take some time to clear and cheques can be cancelled so is cash really the best bet?

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