#heartland comic

[artharakka]

–"And you think you'll need ten people against me? Seriously. What sort of a coward are you?”

–"Oh, not at all. They’re just for show. I challenge you to a duel."

–"A duel. Sure. Here?"

–"Here."

– "What do I get if I win?"

–"I'll tell you where Kelian is."

–"Hard to tell me that if you're dead."

–"Then maybe don't kill me."

#@iijadraws' character Vernonia faced the bandit leader Areta after she had tracked Verna down and ambushed her #and it was fucking epic duel #dnd #d&d #Heartland campaign #ttrpg #comic #Vernonia #Areta #tw blood #bc SOMEONE decided to fucking chop the antagonist's arm off!!

[haveyoureadthiscomic-poll]

#freaks of the heartland #steve niles #dark horse comics #dark horse books #horror #horror comic #horror comics #poll

[dramamccringe]

I bought this comic because it's by a Hellblazer writer and artist only to realize two weeks later that it's literally a Hellblazer comic 😭

#“haha the woman on the cover looks like Kit from Hellblazer. Steve Dillon probably draws all the characters the same haha” #“wait” #i didn't expect to find a comic like this in my country #Hellblazer #heartland #Garth Ennis #Steve Dillon #john constantine #kit ryan #vertigo #dc vertigo #dc comics

[queerbauten]

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#Jem and the Holograms #Danse Dvorak #Homeland Heartland #I was listening to the Jem Jam's episode on this episode recently #and they made the point that Zagreb kind of gets treated like it's a sovereign state as opposed to... a city #and it's like... yeah the writers *do* treat it as such #also I get that This Was The '80s and the geopolitics of Eastern Europe and the Balkans were Very Different #but... they couldn't have chosen to have the Dvoraks come from a village a *bit* closer to Zagreb? #like even in the '80s Bled was in a different republic from Zagreb #which y'know is *fine* except that Jem's de jure excuse for travelling to Bled is for 'local colour' when... m'lady... that's not local #like if *I* were the antagonist of the episode I would absolutely call her on that #'ma'am that's in an entirely different SR. that's not local.' #'I get wanting to get footage of the Alps but do bear in mind that that's not local ma'am.' #'what do you really want here ma'am?' #('Bio you're overthinking an episode of the 1980s doll cartoon' indeed I am) #honestly though like... imagine if Danse had appeared in the comics #imagine the character arc she could have vis-à-vis first-gen diasporic hyphenated identity #imagine what we could have had #we could have had it aaall #long tags

[jadore-adanna]

little shuri is my everything 💗💗💗

#shuri & t'challa: into the heartlands #shuri #princess shuri #queen shuri #shuri udaku #black panther #black panther wakanda forever #bp #bpwf #marvel #marvel comics #mcu #shuri of wakanda

[hugsqueeze]

All of this is OLD but I want to post it since I have been struggling to draw lately and I've been THINKING about this. And I still like a lot of these little details I made for this project... heehee... There are MORE characters than just these two but I have yet to draw them. Haha *RIPPING MY KEYBOARD APART WITH MY TEETH*

Ive been kinda trying to figure out how (or if) it would be possible to show the cutsie tootsie outfit that the main character wears because I am very fond of it... And I think maybe MAYBE it would be possible to make the playable character customizable? Through character creation methods... I am afraid though because it seems. Complicated of course. Not to mention custom pronouns if that is needed. (Which it probably will be considering the player is spoken about quite a bit). ARGH >_<

#this is the only game project that i am working upon right now 🙏 the only one i would really really like to commit to finishing at least #but dont hold your breath bc its not far along 😣 YET LOL. #i'd just like to get back into making media for my oc stories. i'm also working on stuff like unbecoming and etc etc. but #some may take the form of comics some may take the form of... something else #i want to get back to creating for FUN! and im having fun so thats what matters #also hoping to set up a project tracker thing on my neocities... hehe like a to-do list of sorts #🍎 heartland orchard #oc; blaine #oc; harvey #pinch art

[iijadraws]

WHAT would be a better way to start a new year than wallowing in dnd, am I right??

So have the last bunch of Heartland doodles from last year (mostly of Verna and Trindel) because I am wallowing

So yeah, happy new year everyone 💕

#dnd #d&d heartland #i've sucked at tagging all the characters lately #anyway these blorbos live in my heart and i love them all #also stay tuned #there's a short recap comic coming pretty soon so y'all get to know a bit more about what's been going on in our campaign 👀

[ironsaguaro]

Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon's FORGOTTEN Masterpiece!

#cartoonist kayfabe #Jim Rugg #Ed Piskor #dc comics #vertigo comics #heartland #Garth Ennis #Steve Dillon

[artbyblastweave]

One interesting thing about Caesar which I basically never see anybody talk about, right, is that his father was killed by raiders. I understand why nobody talks about it, because he's the world's biggest asshole, and the game itself only addresses it in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it line. But it's notable to me because it's basically the textbook example of a Freudian excuse, and in a lesser game likely would have been played up as such. His father gets killed by raiders in the NCR heartland, and fifty years later he's built an empire standing opposite the NCR that's noted for having basically eliminated raiding as a concept within its borders (part-and-parcel with the rest of the oppression.)

This is never directly presented as a contributing factor to Why He's Like That. It isn't presented as the fulfilment of some oath he swore on his murdered father's grave. In fact, it's almost the inverse- you only find out about this when he briefly mentions it as part of the extremely curated, self-aggrandizing backstory that he's giving you as part of an extended sales pitch. It's a curt mention- something that happened, an explanatory factor in how he and his mother wound up in the care of the Followers. A figure he has to account for in telling you his life story, because as an outsider you aren't going to fall for the "Son of Mars" routine. But not something terribly important besides that. Not something with a place in the mythology. Definitely not a loss or absence that's meaningfully impacted him in any way going forward, because the Mighty Caeser is of course totally above such petty concerns.

That digression aside, the point is this- it's comically easy to imagine the version of this story that leveraged these exact backstory details, unchanged, to paint a picture of Caesar as a brooding antihero, making the both-sidesing rampant in the fandom textual. There's probably some Conan-style grim-and-gritty sword-and-sorcery rise-of-a-king epics out there you could seamlessly slot him in as the protagonist of (the man himself reads Grognak comics.) There are the bones of an unironic self-satisfied ultramasculine power fantasy rattling around in there, the shrewd modern man who uses strength, guile and modernity to dominate his lessers, a hard-man-making-hard-choices, the whole process a masturbatory tract in favor of whatever ideology the infallible Great Man Protagonist chooses to embody. This is a kind of story, in science fiction, more often than not a grotesque one. And it's clearly the kind of story Caeser thinks he's the protagonist of. But Hank Morgan this fucker is not. And I'm intensely grateful that the narrative refuses to let him get away with pretending that he is. At the end of the day his army is wearing football gear.

#fallout #fallouot new vegas #fallout caesar #edward sallow #fnv #fonv #fallout: new vegas #thoughts #meta #caesars legion #fallout analysis

[riddle-me-ri]

So I've done one of these gratuitous posts where I just share a plethora of screenshots/images of my favorite characters and just came to realize I haven't done one for the big bad wolf husbando, Bigby Wolf...

SO IMA REMEDY THAT NOW

Screenshots from:

"The Wolf Among Us" comics with Art by Travis Moore and Coloring by Lee Loughtidge

(the series has multiple different artists through various issues, this is just my favorite artist.)

"Fables: Werewolves of the Heartland" Comic with Pencils by Craig Hamilton and Jim Fern, Inking by Craig Hamilton, Ray Snyder, Mark Farmer, and Jim Fern, and Coloring by Lee Loughridge

Photos under the cut for post length and Content Warning of partial nudity and hints of blood/violence

From TWAU Comic:

From Werewolves of the Heartland:

You're welcome ~

#bigby wolf #twau bigby wolf #the wolf among us bigby wolf #fables bigby wolf #also this is me trying to find twau/fables mutuals #pspspsps #lmao #also #if you guys wanna read these comics #send me a dm and I can share a link 💚

[artharakka]

When the antagonist npc your DM created is so hot that you have to hijack a nameless bandit npc to take a bullet for her.

💐 RIP Issa, who died like she lived: loving Areta 🧡💐

#dnd #d&d #Dungeons and Dragons #Heartland campaign #Issa #remember that comic I drew about the duel between Verna and the bandit leader Areta? #Well apparently all the commotion they caused attracted a really big carnivore fantasy beast remona #which attacked them from the bushes and aimed to bite already injured Areta in half #as a hopeless lesbian I immediately yelled ''CAN THE FANGIRL (as she was named before becoming Issa) TAKE THE BULLET FOR ARETA?!'' #@artist-rat allowed that and so I had to roleplay Issa's final moments as she run between remona and Areta and got to feel the beast's teeth #but Areta my beloved survived 😔❤ #gods I love this campaign and the bandits

[hedgiwithapen]

For Dammit Hedgi Day: Leverage Crew wrecking Lex Luthor. Can be any continuity, Arrowverse, Young Justice, comics, some other one you know of, it's your choice.

(cons are too hard, I wrote the one with Devoe last year and that was it. You get this instead!)

Eliot handed the manila envelope over, conscious of the rust colored stain on one corner. "I think this ought to help with your article," he said to the pair of reporters. 

"What is it?" Lois Lane asked, plucking it out of her coworker's farm-callused hands.

"We followed your leads and they led to water," Eliot said gallantly. "Embezzlement from his company into political slush funds just this side of not legal."

"can't do much with that," Lois sighed. Clark Kent nodded, apologetic.

"Well, no, not alone--though my partner is going to email you with an impressive number of legal precedents you can use to make it seem way more illegal than it currently is. Ties to that failed rocket launch--wouldn't you know it, competing company sponsoring that, so that raises some red flags. Ties to human trafficking--these ones should stick, too, not just some bullshit hoax." Clark's head shot up. Eliot shrugged. "Relax, my team took care of it. mostly."

"So that's where--" Clark started and coughed. "Where you were. When I  came to ask how the digging was going."

"This is a bit more than digging," Lois muttered. "This is like Janet Lin bringing down Wakefield and the Blight."

"No one camera murder threats," Eliot shrugged again, "But we did what we  could. The illegal cloning through stolen DNA should lose him a good chunk of the hometown support. there's more, too."

"I'm going to show Perry," Lois said. she smiled.

Clark extended a hand, and Eliot took it. "Thanks again for the help."

"What are 4H friendships for?" Eliot asked.

"Anything I can do for you?" Clark asked. "I know you and your friends don't take money, but.."

"Your mom's pie recipe?"

"No. Good try. But she'd love to have you over for dinner."

Eliot glanced around. " there is one thing, but it's a big ask."

"Name it, I'll see what I can do. Bigger than Ma's pie recipe, though?."

"My partner did the heavy lifting on this one. He'd love to see the watch tower."

Clark froze. "The.. what?"

Eliot smiled, warm as heartland sky in summer. "Don't worry. I'm not telling anybody."

"How... did you even know? I thought I was doing a good job hiding the accent."

"You are, it's not that... there's just something... distinctive."

Clark shook his head with a laugh. " Same old Eliot Spencer. I'll see what I can do...if your other partner promises to return the Kandaq diamond. Again."

"Deal."

#Dammit Hedgi Day 2022 #Dammit Hedgi Day #Leverage #Superman

[amessageonthewind]

September Selfship Prompts Challenge

4. Trying on outfits

Pairing: Adaman/Rachel during Legends: Arceus (spoiler alert for really far along in the timeline)

          There was truly nothing like rain and fog. The warm rains of the bogs that were the Crimson Mirelands were Adaman’s heartland. He couldn’t imagine himself making a home anywhere else but here. There was nowhere and nothing he loved more than this scarlet gem of Hisui. The warmth, the humidity, the sprawling landscapes of warm colours of the rich mud and the red leaves.

          And his clan’s settlement was right by the heart of the mirelands – Lake Valour.

          It was here that he often stood, just basking in the calm tranquil of the lake, taking in the sounds everywhere around him. Usually, he felt like his skin crawled if he felt like he was wasting time, if time was passing him by when he could spend it better.

          But he learned very quickly that there was value in living in the present. In taking a moment to savour just being alive. After all, he learned from someone very special the value of just spending time doing something fun for the sake of enjoyment. She somehow spoke his language without ever having been touched by his clan’s culture before.

          He’d asked her before why she took her time getting from place to place, taking detours and long ways and even taking moments to just goof off. And her response? “Time spent doing something that brings you joy is never wasted, no matter how seemingly frivolous or silly it may be. If your time is spent being happy, your time is well spent.”

          Since she’d spoken that phrase, it changed the way he thought about the time he spent. After all, if almighty Sinnoh had given everyone a certain amount of time to live, why would he want his followers and those he created to live without joy? It was one of the many ways she had subtly changed his life.

          “Great almighty!” As though he had summoned her, her voice echoed towards him from far away. Adaman would recognize that comically over-the-top outrage anywhere. Humorous and without genuine anger, with a small edge of amusement and laughter behind it. “Fucking damn it! Shit! Why are the mirelands always so soggy?!”

          Oh dear…shaking his head, he walked away from the shore of the lake, walking past the Diamond Settlement to follow the sound down the hill. The more he listened, the more certain he knew where it was coming from. Bolderoll Slope.

          Stopping by the cliff, the Diamond Clan leader peered out over the edge, waiting in amusement for the small spitfire that was Jubilife Village’s own precious gem. The pride and joy of the Galaxy Expedition Team.

          And sure enough, there she was, running up from the Scarlet Bog, was the Survey Corp’s very own Rachel. The faller from the sky, traveler from the rift, stranger plucked from the future.

          Absolutely soaked in mud and cursing up a storm. Behind her was her faithful and loyal Samurott, Stormfast, running up behind her and pushing her away from danger. Her closest companion – the dark-furred Zorua from the future – Cedric was clinging to the Water Pokémon’s billowing beard as they fled from what was presumably a powerful wild Pokémon. “That’s the fifth time that fucking bog has tried to eat me! Do you have any idea how difficult it is to wash this mud out of this uniform? Doing laundry by hand is already stressful enough as is! It’s such a tedious, time consuming, miserable experience!”

          Bellowing lowly, Stormfast reared up and in a moment, Rachel was suddenly drenched in a deluge of water. The already moist and drenched landscape easily soaked up the excess water, and though the mud had sloughed off of her, she was now a saggy dark silhouette. Adaman couldn’t help but chuckle at the glare Rachel gave her Pokémon, slowly turning around to face the Samurott. “Thanks, I appreciate the effort.” She said mostly sarcastically, though the affection in her voice was unmistakeable. The Diamond Clan leader sincerely doubted that this was the first time this had happened. “But these stains are still gonna need a proper wash…ugh!”

          Grumbling, Rachel flicked excess water off of her hand into Stormfast’s face, reaching to grab Cedric to hold him. “Oh, look at you, you poor bastard…” She teased, prompting Cedric to snap at her indignantly. “Hey! You’re lucky Stormfast was fast enough to get you out of there, or you would’ve been Hippowdon food!”

          Trudging up the slope, Rachel continued to grumble to her companions. “I swear, there are only two things worth coming down here, for.” She complained. “One of them is completing the Pokédex for the professor.”

          On her shoulder, Cedric yipped. Even from this distance, the look of mischief on the Zorua’s face was unmistakeable. Adaman had seen it enough times to recognize it at a glance. Initially, he was unsure, only having experience and knowledge of the Zorua of the Alabaster Icelands. They were a far cry from Cedric. The white-furred monsters were angry and spiteful little things, always looking for ways to lure people away to hurt them. Or worse.

          But all Cedric seemed interested in was causing mischief and, of course, making sure Rachel was safe. If all Zorua of the future were like him, Adaman definitely preferred them over Hisui’s.

          “And…I like checking in on the Diamond Clan, whenever I get a chance.” Rachel muttered, deliberately avoiding her companion’s gaze. That made Adaman’s ears burn. “I just like making sure they’re doing well! It helps my peace of mind! Don’t read into it, you little shit!”

          Shaking his head, Adaman chuckled to himself. So, that’s why she visits so frequently. Rising from his feet, he turned to walk back to the settlement. After all, it’d be rude to let her know that he’d been eavesdropping, and he wanted to be there to welcome her personally.

          Besides, he had a feeling she’d appreciate a break from the dampness of the mirelands.

          Trudging her way up the slope, Stormfast gently pushing her from behind, Rachel breathed heavily. Her Survey Corps uniform felt as heavy as lead, hanging off of her thickly. Every step she took squelched uncomfortably and she wanted nothing more than to just go home, get changed, and accept her defeat at the hands of her washboard and bucket in her lodge.

          But, true to her word, she wanted to check in on the Diamond Clan after a hard day of Pokédex research. So, up the slope she trudged until she spotted the familiar torches (how they stayed lit in this rain was beyond her) that signaled the entrance to the settlement.

          As though he were expecting her, Adaman stood in the middle of the settlement. She couldn’t deny that he was quite the sight for sore eyes and, if she could be completely honest, the Diamond Clan leader had quickly become her favourite person in Hisui. She wouldn’t admit that to anyone, but it was the truth.

          And she could not put into words how annoyed she was that he seemed completely untouched and unbothered by the rain. His hair didn’t even sag with the weight of rain, his incredibly vibrant blue hair with undertones of grey like pottery.

         It was completely unfair. “Well well, right on time!” Adaman greeted playfully, crossing his arms with his signature crooked smirk.

         Rachel rolled her eyes as she approached, Stormfast pushing her towards him from behind. “Have I really become that predictable?”

         “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with having a routine.” Adaman countered as he approached, looking down at her. It warmed him that his presence seemed to make her less miserable about her soggy situation, the smile on her face as genuine as ever in his presence. “I actually like that you’ve inadvertently become part of my routine, in a way.”

         The way her smile involuntarily stretched across her face when complimented was something he couldn’t get enough of. He knew the reason why compliments made her react the way she did, in various ways depending on the type, which was why he had now made it a point to talk her up, whether she was around or not. Rachel’s happiness was one of his favourite things to see.

         Putting a hand on her shoulder, he recoiled at how it immediately soaked the bandages around it. “Wow! You are soaking wet!” He remarked, pretending like he couldn’t already tell when she walked into the settlement. Other members were laughing amongst themselves as they walked by, going about their business. They gave Rachel a polite greeting as they walked by, which she returned without fail. “What happened, did you fall off of Basculegion?”

         “Honestly, I’d rather that than trying to claw my way out of a bog for the nth time this month.” Rachel retorted, shaking out her sandal in a feeble attempt to shake the water off. Adaman couldn’t deny that it sounded uncomfortable – he could hear the squelching practically from the top of the cliff. “But no, unfortunately in my quest to document the local Hippowdon, I had to fight my way out of being swallowed by the bog. Again.”

         Giggling a bit, Adaman pressed his forehead into his hand, laughing behind his palm. “You’ve been working yourself down the bone, haven’t you? You’ve practically doubled your weight in water and mud. At this rate, you might end up as a clay statue.”

         She really did look like a sad wet Glameow with the way her glasses framed her eyes as she looked up at him. “I’m more just worried about my uniform. It’s such a pain to hand wash and I get anxious enough about doing my laundry as is, and there’s no way I’m asking the Captain for a new uniform just because I got mud in mine.”

         Poor thing. He would really be doing her a disservice if he just sent her home all damp and wet. Shaking his head, he gestured for her to follow. “Alright, come on. I’ve got some clothes you can borrow. You can get changed while you wait for the rain to stop.”

         Raising her eyebrows, she did as he told. She caught the looks the other Diamond Clan members were giving her and Adaman and Cedric’s little look of mischief behind the wet mop that was the large tuft between his ears did not help any. But, the remark she wanted to give him was for his ears and his ears only. His reputation among his clan mattered a lot to Rachel, after all.

         Before entering his tent, Rachel quickly recalled Stormfast to her Pokéball, stepping into the tent, self-conscious about the water and mud she was tracking on the floor. Standing in the doorway out of the rain as the Diamond Clan leader rummaged through a small wardrobe for a spare uniform or kimono for Rachel to wear, she chuckled a bit at him. “Inviting me into your tent to have me strip for you? How scandalous.” She teased. Though she couldn’t see it, the smile that curled across his face was mischievous and playful. “I did mention that it’s a courtesy to take someone out to dinner before you bring them home with you, but…if you’d rather save time by skipping all that –”

         In an instant, a change of clothes smacked Rachel right in the face, leaving her winded and surprised for a moment. The ungraceful noise she squawked was incredibly amusing and Adaman was pleased to have caught her off-guard. “There, now you won’t look so sad and damp.”

         “Fair enough.” Rachel replied, holding the clothes she was thrown in such a way that she wouldn’t get them wet, too. “So, do I just…?”

         Adaman chuckled as he shouldered past her. “I need to check on something anyway. You can change in private.” He then gestured to a basket in the middle of the room. “Just leave your let clothes in that basket once you’re done.”

         Smiling as he walked by, she nodded. Once the tent was just her and Cedric, Rachel immediately shed her uniform, leaving on the basic clothes underneath. “Ugh! Already feels better!” She exclaimed, immediately dumping her Survey Corps uniform into the basket as she was instructed. Turning around as was the routine, Cedric let Rachel get changed into the clothes Adaman provided. This whole thing was incredibly amusing to the Zorua. It was very clear that Rachel had a thing for the Diamond Clan leader, and they had chemistry. Their interest in each other was obvious to everyone.

         But unfortunately the reality was that Rachel didn’t belong in this world. Neither of them did. She had a life to back to, a world she belonged in that wasn’t here. A family that needed her.

         If anything were to happen between Rachel and Adaman, it was doomed to be temporary. She knew that. They both did, Cedric was sure.

         But that didn’t change that the attraction was definitely there. There was a connection between them.

         Once she was dressed, Rachel instantly felt better, having dropped off the rest of it into the basket along with her Survey Corps uniform. “This is nice, actually.” She murmured, looking at herself in the mirror inside the tent as she admired herself. The robes were a bit big on her, but she filled them out okay. It would do until the rain cleared and she got back to Jubilife Village.

         Though, as her eyes drifted around the tent, she noticed Adaman’s haori laid out on his bed. Oh yeah. He did take that off before leaving. She was too distracted to realize it in the moment, but she saw it here on the bed.

         She couldn’t help but be curious. I’ll just be quick. Being gentle with it, she put it on, slipping it onto her shoulders and letting it hang from her. Looking at herself in the mirror, Rachel couldn’t help but try to imagine herself as Adaman, being in charge of the Diamond Clan and giving orders. “Time wasted is lost.” She said, trying to mimic his tone of voice.

         Cedric snickered from his place on the bed, figuring Rachel was done changing and starting to laugh when he saw her wearing Adaman’s sapphire blue garb. “I think you’re short by at least a whole foot.” He teased.

         Fixing her Pokémon with a sharp glare, she walked forward, leaning over him. “I don’t have time to waste on pointless remarks like that.” She continued her satirical (though affectionate) impression of the Diamond Clan leader as she strutted around the tent wearing his haori. “We have more pressing matters at hand and no time to lose!”

         Rachel didn’t even realize that Adaman had come back and could hear her impression of him. At first, he was worried that Rachel were making fun of him behind his back (a thought that stuck sharply in his chest in a way he never would have expected), so he entered quietly, not wanting to tip her off to him knowing.

         What he saw instead was Rachel wearing his haori, pretending to be him. She didn’t even notice him walk in, but Adaman couldn’t help but take in the sight. All thoughts of being even remotely offended flew away when he saw just how small she was.

         He couldn’t help himself. “Wow, you are practically swimming in that!”

         Whipping around at him, Rachel found herself frozen, completely wide-eyed. How could she have been so careless? The last thing she wanted was to disrespect him. What if this was some sort of ceremonial or cultural garb she wasn’t supposed to wear? What if she’d committed a great act of disrespect by wearing it?

         What was she thinking?! “I-I’m sorry, I was just curious! I-I didn’t mean any harm I promise.”

         “Hey, hey. I’m not mad.” Adaman said, raising his hands in an attempt to soothe her worries. What he walked in on was remarkably more innocent than what he initially assumed when he accidentally overheard her from outside. How could he be mad? “I’m just surprised. I mean, look at you. If you were any shorter, those tassels would be touching the ground.”

         It was very big on Rachel. The sleeves that reached Adaman’s elbows nearly engulfed her wrists and he was right about the tassels that hung off the bottom of the garment. If she were any shorter, they would drag on the ground.

         Leaning against one of the bedframes, Rachel scoffed, trying to save face. “Well, in my time period, oversized clothes are actually quite fashionable!”

         Raising an eyebrow, Adaman’s dark eyes trailed up and down her form before he smirked, walking towards her. “Not sure if that’s the word I’d use for it.”

         Feeling a bit apprehensive, Rachel instinctively walked backwards, very quickly hitting the bedframe with Adaman closing in. Her heart was starting to beat insistently against her chest, making the room feel smaller than it was. “Oh yeah?” She said, trying to diffuse the situation. “What word would you use, then?”

         Leaning over her, with one hand against the frame right by her head, he smirked down at her. It was not fair for him to be so tall compared to her and as Rachel’s eyes wandered, she got a good look at the lean musculature of his arm for once. Not only was he much taller than her, but there was no doubt that he was strong.

         Physically, she’d be completely outmatched against him.

         “Cute.” Came Adaman’s reply, his voice taking a lower cadence with a texture as smooth as honey as he leaned in close. “Very cute.”

         For a moment, Rachel’s breath was caught in her throat while Adaman’s smirk stretched into something incredibly smug. Satisfied with the way her eyes widened up at him and the light dusting on her cheeks, he leaned back, walking away as though nothing happened. “Anyways, you’re welcome to stay as long as you need until the rain blows over. In the meantime, I’ll make sure to send you back to Jubilife Village with a fresh set of clean clothes so you don’t have to worry about them later.”

         Taken off-guard by such a brazen display, what Adaman just said finally registered in her flustered mind. “Wait, what?” She asked, seeing him pick up the basket of wet soggy clothes. “You don’t have to do my laundry for me, I just needed to wait out the rain. That’s all.”

         “Please.” As though nothing happened, Adaman addressed her warmly, his eyes kind as he spoke to her with her heavy wet clothes in his arms. “After everything you’ve done for us thus far, it’s the least I could do.”

         Completely taken aback, Rachel fought hard to not have eyes that were as damp as her clothes. She hadn’t realized how run ragged she had been, relying practically exclusively on herself for so long that a simple act such as laundry being done for her felt like a life’s debt being repaid.

         Her appreciation could not be overstated. “Well…thank you. I really appreciate that, Adaman.”

         Smiling, he reached with one hand and gave her a side hug, with a squeeze for good measure. “Just focus on getting dry. If you want to take a nap, feel free. The beds are quite comfortable.”

         Nodding, Rachel watched Adaman leave, now alone in the tent with Cedric, wearing the Diamond Clan leader’s robe still while her Zorua stared at her knowingly.

         There was no mistaking it. Rachel was in big fucking trouble.

#SafeshipSeptember #୨⎯ A Message On The Wind ⎯୧ #୨⎯ Then It Has Done You No Good At All ⎯୧ #୨⎯ Pokémon Trainer Rachel ⎯୧ #୨⎯ Leader of the Diamond Clan ⎯୧ #୨⎯ Tricky as a Fox ⎯୧

[infolane]

ARC V MONTH DAY 14 - Halfway to Heartland Tower

@arcvmonth​

The star of today’s how is no other than Kurosaki Ruri! So let’s talk a little about her.

At first, I wasn’t sure how to characterize her in roleplays and fanfiction, which was a huge problem because I did want to give her a more protagonistic role in writing! There is so little about her... barely any presence in the anime... so I started to pick up the shards where I could, focusing on neutral and negative qualities to balance things out.

I started with the idea of her wanting to understand the war and the uprooting of her life. From there, more and more bits became clear to me. She wants to step out of Shun’s shadow. She loves her friends, but feels like they don’t understand her her anymore. A metamorphosis, an egg, a bird hatching to finally see the sun-

The turning point was when I decided to base the way she speaks and interacts with the world on Good Sky, Vocal Marole and Petscop. Suddenly, she was a fundamentally strange person with many good intentions, but some odd ways to go about it. And that was that for Kurosaki Ruri!

Of course, different AUs call for different outfits. Pictured above is her, as found in @cathartes-ruri​ (which... we really need to get back to writing. Oops)

Now, for something different- a piece of fanfiction! Same AU as in the comics for other days. Has that become an overarching theme for this event? :o

It is two in the morning and he still hasn’t come back to his room. Ruri is glad she brought something to read in the meantime- just an old book of folklore. Tongue twisters, rhymes, monsters, stories, riddles, all compiled neatly in a book missing its cover and with chunks of pages missing.

She doesn’t mind it, really. If anything, she’s glad to see people have been reading it. A pristine book in a facility like this would also be the least liked one. The kind only Kaito would care about.

The door creaks open and Ruri perks up.

Sora has arrived.

It’s breathtakingly pitiful. Hair down, wearing that ratty nightgown from forever ago, eyes dead, expression perfectly neutral...

“...Did you wait for me?”, he asks, closing the door behind himself.

“If it wasn’t me it would be Rin.”

He grimaces. It’s not that he dislikes Rin, not in the slightest- Evibell is living proof of it. No- he just hates the worried face she makes every time. The difficult conversation had without words about their partnership.

The way she can’t even bring herself to call him a friend.

Well, Ruri isn’t her. Being much more shameless, she calls him a friend. At least that’s how Rin says it. That painful point of contention, of friction.

“If you are going to lounge around at least pay attention to me instead of spacing out~”, he says, light hearted as he picks out proper pajamas and enters the bathroom.

A personal bathroom...the kind of thing available for one room in each wing of the facility- though this, the north wing, has one extra room like that, reserved for Yuya and the other three.

Ruri wonders how Sora must have worked hard for this room. It’s a small thing, really, but giving him a place of his to retreat must be helpful.

Not like that year.

He’d come back from the woods drowning in satisfaction, smelling like cotton candy, eyes hazy, distant, having left a dismal world again.

When Serena came to talk, she shared what she knew- the source the smell is being altered by the nameless girl we saw. Someone is dead.

At that point, Ruri asked for her to stop. No need for details, for explanations. Let the rain take it away before the next time we escape into the woods to exercise our nonhuman parts.

The sound of running water.

Yes, it isn’t bothersome at all. He has a role to play, and so he does. You can envy that much... When the trial by fire comes, that figure will have mismatched eyes. He’ll be at center of the world, opening the door to that day you all became cursed.

If you look out the window, the nameless girl is once again a grand spire throbbing and pulsing skyward. This is proof Yuya is asleep, closed eyes sharing her shape with you.

The bathroom door opens and out he steps, already dressed, hair wrapped in a towel.

“Looking at her?”, he asks, coming closer. Ruri smiles.

“Don’t you think she’s beautiful?“

“You need a better taste, Ruri! And that’s coming from me.“

“I just appreciate the commitment to looking bad to see! It’s a step up from normal ghosts, isn’t it?“

“You think it’s a ghost?”

“Yeah. Or something like that- what do you think, Sora?“

He seems lost in thought for a moment before sighing.

“I dunno. I think it’s less of a thing and more of an spectacle. Sometimes there’s that thing outside, sometimes there’s the birds-“

“Those are my favorite.”

“Course it would be~“ He snickers. “But you get it, right? The stuff on the walls, the eyes, the iterations... it’s creepy, but it’s also like a message. A really roundabout one.”

While he talks, Ruri undoes the towel and picks up a brush, beginning the process.

“Do you think we can understand the message if we try?”

“Mm... instead of an answer from me, I wanna hear from you, Ruri-chan.“

That is something she likes about him. He wants to know. He wants to step into her world, see with her eyes, rather than assume things.

The brush pulls off much falling hair.

“I think we are part of the message as well. Once Rin’s trial by fire kills off all unnecessary bits... then I think we will get to understand, even if we give up our memories for his sake...“

Yuto. Yuya. Yugo. Yuri. Four faces of a single person and the epicenter. They have their roles to play. The way to the truth. A sea of blue getting untangled. Is it selfish to want to get to take care of someone like this? To take care of someone before you must return to the shadow of being cared for.

I should be happy to get to move in with Shun.

But she isn’t.

She just wants moments like this to last forever. There is so much untold but mutually understood...

“Sora... I’m sorry. I’m sorry I love your nightmare. Days like these. I’m sorry that I’m your friend. Things are going to hurt a lot more for all of us before it gets better.”

“...Weirdo.“

That much affection in one word...

Outside, the nameless girl sways, covered in feathers.

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Zexal Month - The Empress

So this theme is supposed to talk about our favorite character. But again I feel like I have talked about Yuma and Vector so many times. It would be cool to talk about underappreciated main characters like Tron or Durbe. But I figured I wanted to do this like the Numbers post and instead look at the characters that are nobody's favorite character! So I am going to go through the minor characters in Zexal, note anything special about them and then make-up what happens to them after the series. Going to be another longer post! @zexalmonth

I'm going to start with Kotori's friends. We see Kotori spend most of her time with the Number's club but honestly I feel like off-camera she probably spends a lot of time with them off-camera throughout the whole series. Even though they are extremely minor characters in the series I feel like they are an important but separate group of friends that Kotori treasures. Epilogue-wise they stay friends with Kotori for a long time and maybe at like Kotori's birthday party they even start to become friends with the Number's club as well. Although Rio is annoyed by how much they like Ryoga.

Let's keep talking about classmates but talking about a bunch of characters that were mostly one-ofs at the beginning of Zexal II.

Except for Taichi/Spencer who debuted early and gets tricked by Tokunosuke/Flip a lot. He was also an important enough character to appear in Arc-V! So I am going to say after Zexal he got so tired of being bullied that fled to another dimension and in Arc-V's Heartland he ended up murdering the Arc-V version of Tokunosuke/Flip.

Then we have the student council guy. Not much to say about him honestly except that he becomes really good friends with Todoroki/Caswell after the series. Sure.

The flower lady continues her flower club and goes on to become a surprisingly good duelist with her Plant Burn strategy.

The comics drawing guy goes on to become an award-winning comic book artist for her his comic called, THE LUKEMAN!

One more notable classmate, Yatagarasu. I guess he is named that as a reference to being a good soccer player but why waste such a good name on a nobody Yugioh character! Yatagarasu is an iconic Yugioh card that is responsible for creating the first ban list! I say after the series he keeps simping for Rio for some time until he meets a certain someone else on this list...

Before we leave the school we need to talk about this teacher. This guy totally goes to jail for cyberterrorism. Everything in episode 3 anf 4 wasn't an act.

Moving on to World Duel Carnival! This Soccer deck guy, he dates Yatagarasu. Speaking of dating, Construction Boy dates Anna for a little bit but she ends up dumping him. Camera guy develops a crush on Akari and becomes her stalker until she gets a restraining order put on him and eventually he ends up in jail for illegal pictures. Then the Tomato guy dies of a heart attack at a young age.

Can't forget good old Charlie McCoy! This guy has one of the only on-screen kisses in all of Yugioh ever! Thus guy! You know what, I don't have anything else to say about him.

Let's move on to one-off villains! The gangster duo from episodes 11 and 12 who took advantage of Shark end up teaming up with the first guy in Zexal II the Barians brainwashed. Together their form a criminal empire that dominates the underworld. Until the Zexal version of Ushio/Trudge takes them down.

Speaking of gangsters. Did you know that only 2 fusion monsters were ever summoned in all of Zexal? Kaito summoned 1, Twin-Photon Lizard. And these guys summoned the other! They go on to become edgelord duel champions.

Again remember this guy that worshipped Kaito for literally no reason? Yeah that is all I have to say about him. He is just funny to think about.

What I want to say about Anna's friend who get married would make this post NSFW so I ma just going to skip them...

We see the mothers of most of the Numbers Club. But did you remember that Tetsuo/Bronk also has a hot sister? Just feels like wasted potential. They could have done so much with her character!

Finally we come to this idol. Fun fact, when Girag was hinted to be coming to Duel Links, a lot of people thought this idol was being added to the game as a playable character! In episode 92, Shark plays the guitar in a band with her. So my final post-Zexal headcanon is that her and Shark are friends-with-benefits on the down-low.

Hopefully you have enjoyed this very silly list of forgettable characters. I'm sorry if your favorite was so forgettable thaat they couldn't even make this list.

#Zexal Month #Zexal Month 2023 #ZexalMonth #ZexalMonth2023 #Yugioh Zexal #Zexal #Forgotten Characters

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So. You've found this blog. Well then, get ready to feel the flow!

Welcome to this crazy crossover I made up simply because I wandered; "What if these two franchises crossed over despite having no relation to each other?" So now this exists. Not sure if this'll be a comic, a written story, or just a blog with random posts... It'll likely be a comic though. Anyway, here's the opening picture.

Blurb: It's been 2 years since his death. Trucy and Miles are barely functioning after that day, plagued constantly with nightmares. They thought they'd never duel again, that is until Trucy enrolled at Heartland Academy, and meets loud mouth Yuma Tsukumo. The question now is, will they be able to pick up their cards again?

(This blog belongs to Funtimefox2340, hence the watermark)

#yugioh zexal #ace attorney crossover #ace attorney #trucy wright #aa #yugioh #yuma tsukumo #astral #miles edgeworth #franziska von karma #art #crossover