10,000 Netherworlds

Wed, 25 Feb 2026 07:47:38 GMT

Posted by: gallpal

[Sena is early to rise before the sun is up. Hoping to get a headstart and impress her mother (the more active of the two, anyway) she goes straight to the training grounds, where she knows Mòrag will also be.

For once, Sena gets there first. She decides to warm up with a few hundred push-ups before Mum arrives, so... there she goes!]

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The First Date Meme

Fri, 31 Jan 2020 01:56:24 GMT

Posted by: badassfreakingoverlord

The First Date Meme

First dates are magical, full of potential and the promise of a future -- whether it be a night or years to come. A conventional dinner, casual drinks at the bar, some fancy activity, or refrigerated Netflix... whatever you do could change your life forever.

Or maybe not. Only one way to find out.

Prompts

1. First Date EVER: Whether you're in school, just socially awkward, or under weird circumstances: neither of you two have ever been on a date before. You have no idea what you're doing and only cultural knowledge to go on. Can you get through without turning red? Can you even show up on time?

2. Dinner and a Movie: As big a trope as ever there was. Meet for a dinner, hit a movie afterwards, and see how it goes.

3. Friends Becoming More?: You've been friends for a while now... but there's always been a spark of interest. Maybe it's time to explore the possibilities.

4. Swipe Right: Nothing wrong with trying some internet dating. A website or app matched the pair of you and you've agreed to give it a shot. Something casual like a coffee shop or cafe comes recommended in this scenario: light, simple, no obligations.

5. And This Is Crazy: You just met. At a bar, at a party, at a social event, maybe somewhere stranger. Your eyes met, your sparks flew, and now you're meeting with that memory fresh in mind.

6. Speed Dating: You've got five minutes to make an impression on each other, before you move on to others at the speed-dating event. Go.

7. Arranged Date: Your guardian or parents have specifically arranged this event with your date's, in the hopes that you'll be a good match. The event doesn't carry the harsh obligation of a betrothal, but nonetheless, there's a little pressure there...

8. Blind Date: Who the heck is this person? Your close friend set you two up, and now you get to lay eyes for the first time on this person that assured you is really nice...

9. Fake Date Turned More...?: You aren't really dating. You're pretending to get someone off your back. You're staking out a restaurant and need to look casual. You're going to prom as friends only, just to go. But if that's true... why are you enjoying this so much?

10. Go Wild: Look it's a wildcard.

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College Degrees

Fri, 13 Sep 2019 14:51:42 GMT

Posted by: mithrarin

One week in, and Dust knew: this was going to be difficult.

Problem was, his education thus far hadn't quite been... up to speed. He'd thought homeschooling had been just fine, and his test scores had managed to get him here -- but, he realized, he'd learned the tests rather than the material. Now this broad sweep of general classes had already started piling things on him he wasn't sure about. Which meant that he had a lot of studying to do, and a lot of work.

Heaving a sigh, he stepped out of the elevator and trudged down the hall towards his dorm room. Hidden under his hat though they might be, his eyes still reflexively flicked left and right out of curiosity when he passed open doors. Curious to see how other people lived, especially humans, who he'd met so many of coming here...

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Adapting Is Key

Fri, 22 Feb 2019 00:30:19 GMT

Posted by: splattershot

"Well, shit."

That was all Tidal had to say when she awoke in the grassy field that was very much not her apartment. She'd fallen asleep in her jacket and pants after an exhausting - but highly satisfying - day of turf wars, excited to have more fun the next day. Well, now the next day was here, and this was not the Inkling's idea of fun.

As she rolled onto her back and sat up, she took in the area. It seemed like there was a city nearby, from the smoke rising up beyond the hills. Where the hell was she, and how had she gotten here? This wasn't good; she didn't even have her Splattershot.

Damn. She didn't even have her hat.

But she wasn't going to find anything out by sitting around, so she pushed herself up to a stance, tied her 'hair' up into a topknot, and began to walk towards the rising smoke. At least she'd be near some kind of civilization, then.

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A Link Between Worlds

Tue, 29 Jan 2019 00:10:23 GMT

Posted by: morganknight

One of the major quirks of living where Morgan did, a nexus world which connected countless different places like a knot in the cosmic strings of fate, was the portals. Sometimes they simply popped out of nowhere, turning an ordinary area into a crossing zone where the nexus overlapped a different world.

This was how Morgan had stepped into the back of his closet and promptly found himself stepping out of an alley into a different place altogether.

Well, these things happened, he acknowledged, with an awkward rub of his head, and luckily he hadn't done it in his underwear.

Reaching back, he stuck his hand through the alley and into the comfortable temperature of his closet. So not one-way and he could go back. That was a relief, and it definitely brightened him up. The alternative was extraordinarily inconvenient. Not faced with it... hey, he might as well explore a bit!

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The Oasis

Mon, 28 Jan 2019 23:56:30 GMT

Posted by: greatcleavage

What the heck was he doing here?

Beneath the shade of the palm fronds, Roy stared out at the desert that stretched out in every direction. Somehow he'd found himself here, against all logic. A weird sidequest? A dream? Maybe he was dead again and his spirit had been hijacked.

Well, what could he do but wait and see what came along? The oasis showed signs of being used by travelers, so he wouldn't be stuck here forever anyway...

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Two If By Sea

Sun, 20 Jan 2019 19:04:57 GMT

Posted by: sublimelymagnificentblitz

The ancient boat wasn't that great of a discovery, not compared to an airship for example -- but it was still a powered boat, something that could run under its own steam instead of relying on chocobo energy. Assuming it worked, of course, which the Al Bhed had done their very best to make happen.

Still, before they were going to put it to any real use, they needed to give it a shakedown cruise. For that, they needed two people: one a capable Al Bhed mechanic who could monitor the machines, fix what could be fixed, and swim the heck to safety if something went wrong; the other one tough and strong, able to handle heavy lifting or serious work, and preferably able to hang out underwater even without a respirator.

Pretty easy choice, right?

One of those two was hanging out not on the boat, but in the water next to it, floating lazily on his back and just enjoying the warm ocean while he waited for his partner to show.

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The Edge of Sunset

Sun, 20 Jan 2019 18:46:42 GMT

Posted by: onehandsomeslickninja

The cavern complex wasn't quite 'dark' -- a sort of faint atmospheric lightning pervaded it, enough that he could make out silhouettes and walls. So no disasters yet; hadn't tripped and broken something, hadn't been wandering blindly in total blackness. Just wandering blindly, which was... not really great, either.

Thus far, no signs of life -- but that was about to change.

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The Florence Nightengale Effect

Thu, 03 Jan 2019 03:43:59 GMT

Posted by: onehandsomeslickninja

That last battle... well, it hadn't gone well.

He'd gotten way too used to white magic, was his second waking thought (the first, of course, being pain). Before he even opened his eyes, he took stock of himself, and determined that everything hurt. Well, maybe not everything. His leg hurt more than most, but his face and arms felt a little better than they probably ought to given how he'd been scratched and scraped...

And hey, this ground was comfortable. Unusually comfortable, almost like a bed.

With a groan, Edge cracked one eye open.

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College AU meme (shamelessly stolen from Bakerstreet)

Thu, 11 Oct 2018 18:32:31 GMT

Posted by: badassfreakingoverlord

the realistic college au meme

comment with your character's name and canon in the subject header. use rng or pick one of the options below for your au scenario.

I. living conditions
01. my roommate’s boyfriend is staying over so can I please sleep on your floor
02. all our friends are drunk
03. we live in halls opposite one another and i keep seeing you change in the window please close your blinds
04. you’re the RA and you’re trying to bust me for having hermit crabs
05. you’re baking cookies in the communal kitchen at 3am and I’m angry but also really hungry
06. clearly we’re both really uncomfortable at this party
07. you peed on my car. you were drunk. I was in the car. there will be hell to pay.
08. my friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex quick make out with me
09. sorry my roommate puked on your shoes
10. my roommate borrowed your contraband hotpot and managed to set it on fire

II. chance meeting
01. it’s pouring and my final paper is in my backpack so I guess we’re stuck under this tiny awning together. do you think they’d deliver pizza here
02. waiting outside for pizza to be delivered but both of ours is super late
03. I know I keep coming to this [cookie/coffee/etc.] shop and for some reason it’s always your shift but don’t you dare judge me I need this for my sanity
04. I found your USB drive still in the computer (and potentially regret finding out what's on it)
05. you decked me in the head while you were playing frisbee golf
06. your school mailbox is right next to mine
07. what do you mean we’re under a tornado warning?

III. campus community
01. I’m really passionate about this cause and I will give you this flier if I have to shove it down your throat
02. it’s 3 am and I’m still in the library studying for finals and I’m losing my grip on reality and I think I just saw a ghost
03. we’re the only two people in this club. what is this club even for
04. humans vs zombies, all bets are off, friendships mean nothing
05. I thought I was the only one who liked the waffle station in the cafeteria
06. we’re studying in the library and there are two people very obviously fucking in the stacks and we keep sharing embarrassed glances
07. what are you doing at this table at the career fair
08. I saw you sneaking captain crunch and cutlery out of the dining hall
09. my computer crashed and you’re the student worker at the IT center
10. we’re both on athletic teams that aren’t as cool as the football team and they give us shit
11. you’re part of the guerrilla theater club on campus and crashed my class for a performance

IV. credit hour woes
01. hey I have to [photograph/draw blood/film/insert major here] someone for class, will you be my guinea pig
02. we’re the only people who ever talk in discussions it’s awful
03. group project
04. both of us turned up to the wrong room for this lecture and neither of us know where it's supposed to be
05. we’re both donating blood in the blood donation van in the quad to get out of the same class
06. wait, I actually have a competent lab partner?
07. waiting for office hours
08. we started racing up the three flights of stairs to class for some reason and we can’t stop
09. vicious battle over the only left handed desk in the room

V. limited resources
01. you keep using my preferred shower stall in the floor bathrooms when I’m trying to get ready for class
02. you keep parking in the space outside my student house you absolute asshole
03. you're the only person in the room when i break the printer and i'm panicking (so don't be a dick about it please)
04. neither of us bought the expensive textbook but there is only one copy in the library and it can’t leave the building
05. this awesome professor only has one TA slot and we’re rivals
06. you keep reserving the good study room in the corner of the library with the windows
07. I’ve been sitting in this seat all semester why did you decide to sit in it today
08. you’re REALLY GOOD at using the right search terms for the academic databases and I’m on a deadline
09. we’re always at the fitness center at the same time and end up competing on the treadmill
10. can I borrow a dryer sheet? I ran out and the ones in the vending machine give me a rash

scenarios taken from this post on tumblr.

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High School AU, the most original concept

Mon, 13 Aug 2018 17:58:00 GMT

Posted by: mithrarin

Schools tended to follow the same basic pattern, as microcosms of humanity organized themselves according to innate needs and drives and goals. There were the preppy kids, smart and aimed forward at college and then solid jobs as doctors or lawyers or politicians. The jocks and the cheerleaders, confident in their athletic prowess and the acclaim they received from crowds. The Popular Girls, wielding looks and style and fashion like blades, always ready to turn them on each other. Geeks and nerds, talking tech and roleplaying in the corner of the lunchroom that wasn't quite as empty as some other groups tried to claim it was. Stoners, goths, the list went on. Categories and categories of subdivision and tribalism.

Then you had the kids who were so far out of the moment, they were like a bow pulled back and never fired, all tight tension and potential utterly unaimed. If you described it like that, or any other similar way, pretty much every student in his grade and many outside of it would say you were talking about Dust.

And to that end, everyone assumed he would never join a club.

But the truth is, he wanted to. He didn't know what. Wasn't sure if any of them appealed. Didn't know what he wanted. Just that he wanted something to give voice to all this energy and drive within him that had no outlet.

Embarrassed by his feelings, he'd retreated to the library, spreading out the newsletter with club listings to read over it.

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The Blind Date Meme

Tue, 15 May 2018 16:14:41 GMT

Posted by: morganknight

For whatever reason, your character finds themselves on a blind date.

Did they sign up for it, looking for fun or romance? Did they get talked into it? Lose a bet? Get signed up by a well-meaning friend? Whatever the case, they're obligated now.

But maybe it won't be so bad...

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Wed, 11 Apr 2018 16:08:52 GMT

Posted by: mithrarin

The war would never end.

Neither side recognized that fact, of course. Was it deliberate political will, or just naive blindness? Or perhaps some of both... But yet from ruler to peasant to soldier to merchant, everyone hailed victories as decisive and setbacks as trivial. Take today's clash, for example: he'd lost, and she'd won. Two weeks ago, he'd won and she'd lost. The lines had shifted all a few miles, then shifted straight back. Maybe they'd have shifted more had either of the armies been willing to engage, but why should they? They had the Summoned Champions to battle for them.

In a bar far away from the front lines, the Summoned Champion of the Sword nursed a mug of ale as he replayed the battle in his head. His wounds had faded along with the magic that empowered him to fight in a Battle of Champions, so all that hurt was his pride -- and that not every much. By now, his losses had numbered as many as his wins, and fighting an opponent who always offered a worthy challenge was a distinct pleasure when his life wasn't on the line.

But by the gods, it was a boring existence otherwise. He just hoped she'd manage to get free of the festivities and make her way here.

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I forgot what I came here for... [Open]

Mon, 19 Feb 2018 16:10:57 GMT

Posted by: sukiyakimeister

Welp.... It had been some time since he arrived here, following Pram's trail after the events that separated them and in this entire.... however long it was, he never could find her. So much so, that as he sat on one of the edges of the many daunting cliffsides of the Netherworld, Rin wondered what he was doing. You know, like when you go into a room already knowing you were going to get something but somehow the moment you ender said room, you forget what it was you came in for in the first place? Yeahhhhhh....

He ruffled his hair in frustration and grunted, "Grrrrah! What the hell!" He sighed and slumped down, resting against his demon blade and looking out to the horizon. No Pram in sight after all this time and no idea on how to backtrack.... I guess there could be worst places to be stuck at.... While he did wonder how the others back home were doing, sometimes he felt like this was better... Them not having to deal with having him around and all, putting them in danger... Yukio....

"Whatever..."

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The Dancer and the Guard

Wed, 14 Feb 2018 18:13:34 GMT

Posted by: mithrarin

The Markovich Traveling Performance Troupe had the unique distinction of being both wealthy enough to make any bandit or thief drool at the notion of taking a fraction of their revenues, and completely untouched by crime. It was, in fact, too big to touch: three dozen performers and twice the support staff didn't seem too threatening, but the score of mercenaries and soldiers hired to defend them did. To come away safely from a heist, brigands would need such numbers that planning, coordination, trust, and reward all became too difficult to easily arrange. And so the Markovich Troupe traveled in safety, its performers accustomed to luxury and hard work both, its staff proud, and many of its guards complacent.

They failed to realize that wealth came in many forms, and not all attackers were armies. If the dragon hadn't wanted to preserve as much property as possible, they'd have all been dead in an instant.

As flames split the air and the dragon's lizardlike minions stormed past the fallen guards at the camp's outskirts, Dust cut open the back of the tent with one sweep of his long sword. "If anyone is in here, get out! Now! It's lost!"

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Welcome Home

Sun, 03 Dec 2017 05:22:15 GMT

Posted by: guitarosecutor

[No one could call the two of them lazy.]

[Klavier might be laid-back and typically mellow, but just because a man doesn't burn with hyperactive energy doesn't mean he gets nothing done. His practices -- guitar and legal -- take up more of his time than he lets on, particularly since his perfectionism in the former and attention to detail in the latter put him head-and-shoulders above most.]

[And Athena is nothing but energy, with her bubbling enthusiasm and long runs and lapses into foreign language.]

[So to find the two of them sprawled out on Klavier's couch, having drifted off in the middle of the day, is unusual to say the least.]

[But coming back to normal is quite a transition, especially after everything that had happened. Worlds revealed and people met and traumas and disasters endured... Maybe their exhaustion is understandable, after all, though no one who hadn't lived what they had could understand it.]

[This being Klavier and Athena, though, quiet couldn't last. The prosecutor shifts slightly, the arm curled around her nudging at her as he sort of twitches his way awake. A low yawn escapes, along with a languid stretch of one arm that also tightens the one against her.]

I knew we shouldn't have sat down...

[Though he's in no hurry to leave, it seems.]

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The Royal Treatment

Sat, 04 Jun 2016 22:53:15 GMT

Posted by: badassfreakingoverlord

"You have got to be kidding."

Zetta didn't literally plant his hooves, but the sentiment shone through in every line of his body and every nuance of expression on his face as he stared up at the spa doors. They had to be kidding! Overlords didn't do spas!

Well, maybe girly Overlords did, but -- he was Zetta, for Magog's sake! The most badass freaking Overlord in the cosmos! There was nothing badass about a spa! Damn, he HAD to be more careful about what he agreed to.

Zetta shot one last pleading look at the girls. They had him dead to rights -- he'd agreed to spend the day with them doing whatever they wanted -- but this? Please, tell him it's a joke...

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Honestly, powerful generosity?

Tue, 29 Dec 2015 01:42:39 GMT

Posted by: badassfreakingoverlord

Zetta was determined they were going to do this right.

Step one: arrange for a tasteful yet casual dinner in the castle. Casual, because he expected the farm pony would be either nervous or uncomfortable with anything particularly formal. In the castle to keep her from being nervous that anyone at a restaurant might be side-eyeing the dual company she was keeping.

Step two: a reasonably casual outfit. No problem for the Overlord, who -- absent a formal social occasion -- favored the cape Rarity had made him, for the obvious reason that it was awesome.

~~Step 2.5, keep hooves off Dame Rarity after seeing her outfit for the date.~~

Which brought alicorn and unicorn to step 3 of this glorious plan: show up leg-in-leg at Sweet Apple Acres, the better to pick up their date and escort her to dinner like the lady she was and the gentleman he occasionally played at being. Thus the husband-and-wife pair strolled up to the door, and Zetta lifted one hoof to knock.

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Welcome Home(ish)

Mon, 07 Dec 2015 18:51:17 GMT

Posted by: morganknight

Home.

With Morgan's mind providing the reference point and the fundamental powers of Equestria providing the means, the three blinked across time and space in a heartbeat, to the foyer of Stately Knight Manor.

Instead of three ponies, two humans and a fairy got to their feet in the middle of a wide, sprawling mansion entrance that looked halfway out of a fairytale castle with its sweeping stairs and upper-floor landings, while the room itself spread off in multiple halls and other doors leading deeper in. All in impeccable taste, of course -- money could and did buy that.

Rising up, Morgan stretched his arms over his head with a groan. God, that felt good. He felt good. "We made it," he said, conversationally but with a buried spark of excitement deep inside his voice just burning to get out.

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So a belf and a draenei walk into a bar...

Tue, 03 Nov 2015 04:23:07 GMT

Posted by: seesbosscrotch

Some things were purest tradition.

Maridian did not exemplify most of these things. Sin'dorei rather than kel'dorei. Wielding the powers of light he'd initially attained by kicking in the back door and pillaging them from the heavens. A warrior who found clarity in madness and achievement in absurd audacity. No one could call him normal, traditional, or even sensible.

But even a lunatic, a nutcase, a Mar could find comfort in one ancient and traditional ritual, a legacy shared across race and class, between Alliance and Horde and likely back as far as civilized species of any sort had roamed Azeroth or any world in the Nether:

After a hard day's adventuring, with a sweat worked up and the blood of countless foes wiped off arms and armor, nothing punctuated a warrior's achievements like a robustly alcoholic beverage.

So into the tavern came the paladin, already inhaling to appreciate the scent of alcohol in the air -- if not the sweat and stink of some of the other inhabitants.

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CALL ME OUT

Thu, 29 Oct 2015 15:49:24 GMT

Posted by: badassfreakingoverlord

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
Simple pleasures for simple characters.

MUSES

♛ refer to the muselist above for active muses.
♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line!
♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/just planning for a whole post elsewhere!
♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.

meme code.

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Continuation Threads

Fri, 15 May 2015 16:23:04 GMT

Posted by: badassfreakingoverlord

Picking up from the coronation and Gala threads.

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A Bar, Somewhere

Fri, 02 Jan 2015 22:35:30 GMT

Posted by: seesbosscrotch

Mar wouldn't say he was a serious drinker. Oh, he had the occasional indulgence -- Kungaloosh, back in the day, had been damn good, and Brewfest came around every year, of course, and one just found so much alcohol across the different worlds that one had to enjoy every so often -- but rarely did he ever enter a tavern just for the purpose of drinking.

So today marked a change from normal.

Not that he was smashed -- he barely qualified as tipsy, the way he was nursing his ale -- but the quiet, frowning blood elf in the corner of the full tavern bore little resemblance to the cheering maniac he normally was.

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Dinner for Two; Flirting for Somewhat More

Thu, 30 Aug 2012 16:35:41 GMT

Posted by: onehandsomeslickninja

[Thus far, it's been a reasonably good dinner -- one that Edge has no desire to interrupt for any reason whatsoever. So... he doesn't.]

[Instead he simply smiles again, though his eyes show that he's impressed.]

That is impressive. Which one did you prefer?

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He's hit a hot streak, and he's on fire! [Body Plot]

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 18:22:26 GMT

Posted by: badassfreakingoverlord

In the Overlord's Fortress, in the wide-open space right before the throne, a young girl with long blue hair and a vapidly cheerful expression sat, toasting a marshmallow over a roaring fire.

The minions didn't stop her, because the minions had vanished when the Overlord had gone unconscious. Beyond those who chose to venture down here in search of clues, hope, or loot, this girl was the first activity the Fortress had seen since the Overlord's unceremonious collapse a week ago.

As for where the Overlord was...

That fire she was toasting marshmallows over was the Sacred Tome.

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