Can I request SAHRSAU Aventurine with a reader who's also very lucky (on their wishes, at least)? Like, the reader is VERY into the lore of the game and practically has it and every character's story memorized. So whenever the reader decides to pull, they go to a spot that's significant to the character they're pulling for and replaced every party member with ones significant to said character (I do that lol. It works).
This usually ends with them either almost always winning their 50/50 or getting an early five star or the character they want.
So they're wishing on Aventurine's banner, and they're pulling out ALL the lore relevant stops? Hell, they even have his trailer or theme playing in their room in the background?
“Was It Luck, or Was It You?”
Summary: When you decide to pull for Aventurine, you go all-in—lore-accurate team, lore-significant location, his theme blaring in your room. It works. First pull. But something’s different this time. Aventurine isn’t just smugly grateful. He’s aware. And worse—he remembers every detail you laid out to summon him. Now he’s watching. Speaking in ways no other character does. Testing the limits of the code… and of you. Because for a man who treats life like a game of chance, the most irresistible gamble might just be you—the one who rigged the odds and played him like a card.
i didn’t think i’d be live-blogging my thoughts on the cookie game but here we are LMAO
i actually really like the fourth-wall break/meta take on the cookie’s creation, especially in crispía 15-16 (the 0 and 1s comment comes to mind)
and i actually know very little ab the dark enchantress lore other than the fact that she supposedly came from the same dough as wlc ?? could be wrong — but the both wanted to discover the truth of how cookies came to be, yes?
i Think white lily does discover that cookies are made to be ?? eaten ??? i’m actually not sure at all ,, but it makes me wonder that Because of the whole willingness to fourth-wall break she also found out that . she’s not real ?
or even just something of the sort; something connecting to the idea of them all being part of a code, including the witches and wizards ??, like in ep 15
and maybe that’s why dark enchantress is so insistent over what she’s doing yk. not justifying her at all but wouldn’t you go batshit too if you found out that not only you were created to be killed but also that you weren’t real in general
After Ruby lost her Death Battle, Yang tries to cheer her up but can't help but brag about her own win. Unfortunately Ruby points out that the creators of the show admitted that they were wrong, and that Yang would actually lose to Tifa.
Ruby sat on the couch, arms crossed, sulking into her hood. Yang dropped down beside her with that trademark smirk.
Yang: “C’mon, Rubes. Don’t look so down! Not everyone can say they got to star in a Death Battle. Besides, at least you went down swinging.”
Ruby: *Groans* “Easy for you to say. You won yours…”
Yang: “Darn right I did! Boom! Yang Xiao Long, officially certified butt-kicker of Tifa Lockhart! I mean, that’s like the ultimate bragging rights. You should be proud of me!”
Ruby’s eyes flicked toward her sister, unamused.
Ruby: “...You do know the creators admitted they messed that one up, right?”
Yang: *Blinked* “Huh?”
Ruby: “They literally said Tifa would’ve beaten you. Like, no contest. You only won because of a math mistake.”
Yang: *Smirk Faltered* “W-Wait, what? No way. I saw the episode. I crushed her!”
Ruby: *Deadpan* “And then they crushed your credibility.”
Yang sputtered, trying to recover her swagger. “Well, uh, they’re just… jealous of my style!”
Ruby leaned back, smirking for the first time all night.
Ruby: “Sure, sis. Keep telling yourself that. Meanwhile, I may have lost, but at least nobody had to issue a public apology for my fight.”
Yang: *Groaned, throwing her hands over her face* “Ughhh… worst sister ever!”
Yes he did not exist any where or in anyway within Amity Park.
Well, that was before AGIT at least…
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Reality stuttered and glitched as the timeline collapse and merge in to one with the mending of the Embodiment Of Time.
Time became stable, people got second chances, secrets became secrets once again as the Infinite Realm gain itself a Bridge between the Dead And the Living.
Things may not be perfect but its better than the alternative of letting time and space collapse on it self.
Things are well except for a few hiccups and a few loose ends.
This.
This is one of those.
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Wes Weston is a relatively normal student studying at Casper High.
A basketball jock, good grades and an interest in photography and mysteries.
He's a redhead, relatively tall for his age and he's in the same year as Danny and the A-listers.
Nothing particularly special about him.
Except for the fact that he wasn't supposed to exist.
He wasn't supposed to exist and he knows it.
He was the joke that came alive.
A one time background character who looks a lot like Danny with freckles and a different color pallete thats been stretched upward to be taller.
And now he's real.
Wes hugged his knees as he sits at the corner of his room.
Room in a apartment that didn't exist before just like he did.
"Ancients, this was soooo not in the novel."
…he's even using the phandom word alternative instead of using 'God'
No one in Amity, not even in Danny does that.
It's simply not canon at all.
"…How am I supposed to deal with school?"
He's practically a new born.
Wes let out a strangled cry as he rubbed his hands to his face before sliding further to the floor and curling up.
"How am I supposed to deal being around danny and everyone…!?"
He continue to cry out his existential crisis as one thought came to his mind.
…Wes does not look forward for school tomorrow on monday.
(Wally misses you when you're gone and Home tries to help)
Wally: (sighs sadly)
Home: (creaks in questionning)
Wally: Oh, nothing, Home. I just miss (Y/N).
Home: (creaks in empathy)
Wally: I miss their voice, and their hugs... (he begins to tear up) I wish they were here to hug me...and sing to me to make me feel better.
Home: (humms in creaking thoughts. Then, her windows opens in realisation. She begins to creak and gently slams her hinges. She is singing, but it does not sound like Y/N)
Wally: Huh? (He tilts his head, wiping his eye)
Home: (Makes a black, gooey mass appear and gently form into a torso and arms. She hugs Wally)
Wally: Oh.(he laughs lightly, stroking one black arm) Thanks, Home. You do need to practice your singing, though.
Home: (creaks in mock offense, then ''laughs'' in her own way)
Wally: (to the readers) Wait 'til I tell Y/N when they come back. And you, what makes you feel less lonely when your friend is gone?
fourth wall breaking as a cosmic yet mundane experience, being able to perceive yet unable to understand things beyond your dimension. like a prophet of a God who doesn’t communicate in any known language.
the extraordinary becomes the mundane and even the annoying because it is not parsable. just. leave me alone. stop giving me visions of shit I don’t understand. I’m ignoring the large floating eye in the kitchen. stop calling my number. The number you have dialled is no longer in use.
