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Next Caller Pt 2

** The next day **

Tomorrow was a big race, huge, at least as far as the seating went. There were bigger qualifying races and such up in the upcoming months that would need much more work to fine tune the car that Frerin would try for the championship once again. Yet it took most of the boys’ focus not to focus on the red haired Dwobbit back in Erebor. Nightly cute messages were traded in group chats and between the pair of them they managed to get the spunky albeit a bit distractible woman to agree to a date with them. Somehow rock climbing came up and the new indoor place was the first on their minds as it also had some other indoor activities and an eatery as well if she lost her nerve on trying the slightly dangerous activity.

The press was expected, well required, so that their sponsors could get all the air time possible. Clad in their most popular and noisiest sponsor jackets the boys sat down in the garden adjacent seating area of their hotel. Chatting about the message from Dwalin that the MugMafioso Lass had missed a day posting she was off on a ‘sleuthing mission’ stirring an extra huffy mood from Thorin at having to sit through another fill in shift with no entertainment for the day.

Kili, “Only been two days, what could be so important,” his hand waved in front of Fili who was now glaring at the bolero wearing forest green haired woman subtly glancing their way and scribbling notes in a notebook. “That, Fi, why would the Lass-,” leaning in he tapped his brother’s shoulder, “What are you staring at?”

His head turning to follow his gaze seeing just the oddly forest green haired lass with eyes blocked by a tilted bolero hat containing most of her curled mess of a bun with a paint splattered open flannel and tattered equally as colorful black jeans over green converse matching her nails a few tables over. “She keeps looking and writing things down.” His brows clenched again seeing her pen stop as he stopped talking, “See! This is supposed to be a no press zone-,” before Kili could talk the slightly drowsy teen stood and crossed to her table snatching the book, “This is a no press zone!”

“Excuse you?!” She fired back turning to face the teen fuming at the loss of her book and now line through the middle of her sketch at his jerking it away, “Give me back my book!”

Fili repeated, “You should be lucky I didn’t have you thrown out, just leave and I won’t have to.”

“Give, me, my, book.” She grit out firmly. Kili was now on his feet as she slid off her chair to her feet barely half a foot shorter than him but clearly able to eye his weak points by her feet shifting subtly.

Kili, “Fi, give her the book-.”

Fili, “This is-,” a hard jab of her knuckle straight into his side with the arm holding her book up hitting a bundle of nerves making his whole right side go numb and limp, “Ah!” His arm dropped and she grabbed the book his hand let go of and she opened the book to the page almost pressing it directly against his face “It’s a sketch of a squirrel! Which you nearly ruined,” in closing the book she whacked him on his numb shoulder, “You self obsessed jackalope!” Her hand heavily hit her bag dragging it to her side she folded under her arm to kick his numb shin, painless now but sure to leave a nasty and painful bruise before she stormed off muttering, “Took me half an hour to sketch that.. now it’s, ruined…”

Kili turned fighting his chuckles to shout while Frerin watched the end of the debacle from the doorway, “Really sorry Miss! He’s just needs some coffee!”

When she stepped out of the room Kili hurried over to help work the other nerve endings to wake his right side again. Frerin however crosses the room with coffee in hand saying, “I leave you for ten minutes and you’re menacing innocent civilians? What did I miss?”

Fili said, “Thought she was writing about us.”

Kili snorted, “She was sketching that fat squirrel napping on the gnome statue wheelbarrow.” Pointing at the garden just past the glass wall making his uncle smirk to himself and help his nephew recover use of his side.

Frerin, “Clearly she’s not as harmless as her size makes her seem, you see her again apologize, and hide behind something, one hell of a blow..” furrowing his brows not having seen a reaction this bad to that move before.

Kili smirked saying, “As I was saying, it hadn’t even been two days and uncle’s in a huff.”

Frerin glanced at him, “Which uncle?”

Kili, “Thorin.”

Frerin nodded, “Ah, still have that babysitting gap fuss huh?”

Fili sighed rotating his half awake arm, “No, about the Mug Lass.”

Frerin chuckled, “Bout time he got to swooning again. Been ages since the last one who ran off with that muffin cart guy.”

Fili looked him over then said to his brother, “Either way doesn’t matter, says he won’t do anything. ‘Just helping out’,”

Frerin chuckled, “If he was he wouldn’t have offered her a job on the spot. Took months for him to vet Tillie and we grew up with her dad. No, he felt a spark and he’s gonna try to keep her close till it hits him he’s got to ask her out.”

Kili, “That how you old fogeys used to date?”

Frerin gave him a playful glare, “Hey, I’m 16 years older than you lot, watch it I could just be an older brother at first glance.” Making the pair roll their eyes as he said, “Come on, we gotta go meet Ori for the art auction talks.” They nodded and joined him for the walk they sipped their coffees on out to the garages.

There outside each open garage in front of their race cars were mini fridges that would be custom painted and auctioned off for children’s hospitals and smack dab in front of Greenleaf’s team garage stood the same paint splattered woman showing off a sketch from the same book Fili had tried to keep from her.

Lowly the blonde muttered, “Oh, anvils…” making the two eye the direction he was looking only to chuckle and give him knowing glances to make it right before she took off again.

** Hours earlier **

‘Sorry my handsome Mug Dealer, up to some sleuthing mischief today so won’t be able to nab my daily fix. Be back tomorrow if you’re still up to some herbal magic. ;)’

A wink followed the teasing message and to yourself you smirked then sighed tilting your bolero hat lower to cast the shadow farther over your face. You were off to the Iron Hills and hopefully none who knew your family would be there but just in case you braided up your forest green hair and broke out your hat to hopefully hide you from a distance at least.

It wasn’t like you screamed your family head on when others looked at you but those familiar would know and one utterance of his name always blackened yours. Even a name change couldn’t cure it for long once the rumor was in the air as to who you might belong to. You wanted to do this on your own and if you had to hide to pull it off without any allies, then so be it.

But for now you enjoyed your flirtation with the giant grump of a barista who seemed too busy to care about anything romantic, but it didn’t stop you from dreaming about those arms and broad chest holding you oh so tightly through the night. No doubt with an adorable resting scowl to contrast the few wide eyed blushes you had scored from the hopelessly out of reach man you were oh so far from subtly pining over. All the same you couldn’t date, it wasn’t fair to him with your work schedule and lack of funds no doubt bleeding his wallet and patience dry to work out a date while you shuffled hours back and forth between jobs and home each day. Still it was nice to just have the dream to distract you on the hard nights.

Today however instead of being with your grump of a Mug Dealer you were off to help a friend with a charity auction to raise some money for kids. Your father’s name might be blackened but the sponsors on his team were no fans of his and were open allies of yours fully supporting your place as the resident artist for events like this and gladly aided in your disguises and alias to protect yourself when in enemy territory. Still you would be in Dwarf territory and defenses were laxer as not many cared to keep up with Elven hate lists even with Elf teams joining them. The train brought you absurdly early so as usual you would head to the seating area by the inner gardens to keep out of the way and wait for your friends to wake up and come down to greet you.

Heavily down onto the cold cement outside the garage you sat and huffed pulling out your phone counting down the hours you had to just barely get back in time for your shift at the hotel. Not long after you were rolling your eyes and pocketing it again at the few pouting emojis replying to your message about missing your stop today with no reply from Thorin, or so you assumed not knowing which account could be his own, surely he wouldn’t use the shop account to talk to you. A pout of your own formed only to drop as you stood hearing your friends, the Greenleafs approaching you.

Thranduil, “Jack Rabbit, what are you doing on the ground?” His grin doubled accepting your hug followed with one from his dad and son behind him while the rest of the pit crew for Thranduil went to open their garage.

“Ugh,” shaking your head you replied, “Tried waiting near the garden and this blonde came over jerking my book away saying something about press,” you showed him the sketch saying, “Got this idea for the fridge, certainly won’t be copied most like.”

Thranduil chuckled saying, “It would be adorable. I want one for my fridge.”

You rolled your eyes again in the duo agreeing with him while the rest of the teams came to start opening their garages and the crew in charge of unloading the mini fridges. The arrival of a familiar pair had you grumbling again and amused the team around you while you set out your open bag and got to painting across the unfinished metal fridge. That same unconscious fat squirrel being carried around in that wheelbarrow by a gnome was matched by other gnomes and squirrels on the other sides and top with scattered acorns and seeds in a garden backdrop.

A cleared throat turned your head as you watched your now dry fridge being wheeled over to the line of other obscurely decorated fridges that would soon be up for auction in front of the growing crowd of investors ready for the luncheon after. “I would like to apologize, for earlier.”

Your head turned and you locked eyes with the blonde now realizing your silver flecked purple eyes parting his lips at the distinct eyes that Frerin recognized hearing about from his cousins about the famous MugMafioso. “Ah, I see you’ve had your coffee.”

“Fili,” His hand outstretched and he said, “I am so sorry. I should not have acted the way I did or spoke to you that way and fully deserved your jab and kick.”

You shook his hand and released it saying, “I suppose I can let it go, once.” Making him smirk at you in a nod looking you over.

“I have to ask, why did you call me a jackalope?”

You shrugged answering, “First animal I could think of.”

He says, “But jackalope’s aren’t-,”

Your hands clasp over his mouth widening his eyes making his brother and uncle chuckle, “You don’t say that! You never say that! If you say that a jackalope dies! Say you believe in them!”

Your hands lower and he lowly says, “I believe in jackalopes.” Your brows inch up and he repeats it, “I believe in jackalopes.”

“Good, you never say that. That’s like saying the same about Unicorns or Stone Giants.”

He chuckles, “Stone Giants? Really?..” he pauses for a moment, “Really?”

“You heard about that mountain collapse onto that ski village by Orcarni. They found a massive foot.” While he spoke your eyes focused on his face making him smirk as you saw the clear resemblance between him and your grumpy barista past the scar along the right side of his jaw up to just under his ear you would have noticed even with a beard, not even mentioning the slight hint of green flecks in his bright blue eyes your grump didn’t have.

He looks at Frerin who says, “That’s actually true, five hundred meter foot solid rock.”

An alarm from your pocket had you drawing out your phone and saying, “Oh, I gotta go.”

Kili, “Another charity drive?”

You shook your head, “No, my job. Nice to meet you Fili.”

When you looked at Frerin again he said, “I’m Frerin Miss Mafioso. My brother will be glad to see you tomorrow. Wondered what your sleuthing entailed.”

Smirking at him you said, “Oh you haven’t seen sleuthing yet.” Turning to say goodbye to your friends before trotting off to hop into the car Oropher had called to drive you to your train to get back to Erebor and off to work on time.

A caramel apple cider was waiting for you in the car and you couldn’t help but smirk sipping on the drink thinking about Frerin’s comment all the way to the train station. Though halfway a delay had you groaning and calling your shift manager to share your train would be delayed. And ten minutes earlier than you had promised you panted behind him, the ragged breaths making him turn and accept the slip of paper the station gave to the passengers upon request as proof of delay apologizing before darting off to change.

The determination to keep the job you had rarely taken a day off or been late or sloppy in results to uphold the reputation of the hotel making the Dwarf smirk and turn himself back to his office that Tili Findis was standing in the doorway of. The blonde haired side burned Dam smirked herself asking, “Always like that?”

The manager nodded turning back to her, “Yes Ma’am, past the occasional train delay rarely ever late. Quite the exceptional record, no doubt she will make up her missed time and then some, always does.”

“We are lucky to have such a dedicated worker on staff.” She said guiding him back into his office while you were halfway changed and hurrying to fix your hair and hurry to get to the work you were behind on.

“We spotted your Mafioso.” Frerin smirked in sending off in a text.

Thorin at the shop back in the office shifted in his seat and replied back, “Not my Mafioso.”

Frerin smirked and sent a picture, “Look what she made for the charity auction.” Adding the picture he had taken, “She is talented and stunning. Move fast or she’ll be snapped up.”

Thorin, “She’s not interested.”

Frerin rolled his eyes, “Of course not, that’s why she seemed upset I wasn’t you.”

Thorin’s expression shifted and he sat up, “What?”

Already smirking Frerin typed back, “Have to prep for the race, she’s on her way back to work. I said you’ll see her tomorrow.”

“Frerin! How was she upset?!” Groaning after five minutes had past Thorin rubbed his face and rested his head in his hands he dropped to the desk his arms were resting on at the knock at the door, “Yes?”

Dwalin smirked eyeing his disheveled beard, “Customer wants yesterday’s special, that is if you’re not busy eating your desk.”

Thorin sighed and stood palming his phone, “I am not eating my desk.” Walking towards his cousin to the door, “Frerin saw Miss Pear.”

Dwalin followed after him with a spreading grin, “Ooh, details.” Thorin showed him the picture while he made the drink, “I want one of these. Hold on, she knows the Greenleaf team then? So she’s the enemy then…Ooh, drama.” Thorin rolled his eyes heading to deliver the drink while his cousin said, “Two star crossed lovers,”

Thorin rumbled on his way back from the table he left the drink at with a friendly nod, “Not lovers.”

Dwalin, “From opposite sides of the world forced apart by station and economics.”

Thorin gave him a pointed glare and a woman on the other side of the counter sighed drawing their gaze to her and her soppy grin, “That’s so romantic. I hope it works out for you both.”

Thorin gave another hard gaze at Dwalin then asked, “What can I get you?”

She flashed her phone and he nodded seeing the drink from your first post and she sighed again giving the cash to Dwalin asking, “His lover, is it really so impossible?”

Thorin’s head drooped back in putting the hot water on to boil seeing there wasn’t any already left for this order and his eyes clenched at the next two women dressed identically with scarves tied opposite ways around their necks over their stewardess uniforms in line saying, “He does seem to be in anguish over the separation.”

Lowly he rumbled, “I am not in anguish.”

The first woman said, “It’s almost like that Bunny show with Countess Beatrice.”

Dwalin smirked asking, “You listen to that show too?”

She gave a playful giggle, “Of course! It’s the best thing on the air.”

One of the Stewardesses said, “We just caught up yesterday, the station actually has the shows on their app so we can relisten anytime.”

The other nodded saying while Thorin passed the first woman her drink and asked, “What can I get you?”

They both gave their answers and the second said, “It’s really great for when we fly for hours and miss it.” She looked to Dwalin asking, “Do you play it here?”

Dwalin nodded, “Yup, since the first show. Can’t help it, hooked right away.” Making them grin as he said, “Keep trying to figure out who Bunny is for ourselves.”

The first said, “No doubt she’s quite the lass for having the Countess’ trust to share so much on air.”

Dwalin shook his head a twinge rumbling back, “No doubt.”

Another train ride and hard fall onto your bed later it was if you had blinked and you were back to the train again. A bit early for your shift you grumbled waiting in the hall leaning against the wall until your show would start. And nearly falling through the doorway you eased past the exiting team and took your seat adjusting the mic through a large yawn.

“You look half dead, you gonna make it?”

“I run on sunshine and rainbows.”

Mal snorted through a giggle she tried to muffle behind her hand, “Bad thing we’re indoors then. I could probably draw you one.”

Groggily you giggled and forced a grin at the second to last count from Mal bolstering up yourself to get through another four hours. Trying to keep from breaking character noticing she had taped up sketches of a rainbow topped scene of a meadow with smiling goats and sheep. Of course in return you sketched a picture of her as a cat making her laugh in return while you delved further in the story, though this time with Wolsey’s twin brother, Raul.

** Back in the Tea Shop **

“Hey hey hey, welcome to another damp day out here in the Misty Mountains and it’s just you and me your dear friend Bunny, devoted with my ear to the ground here to give you all the latest on those lovable Durin boys of ours.”

The voice echoed through the stunningly quiet tea shop and Thorin sat at home listening in his morning off anxious to hear more about this mysterious Bunny’s story having heard that nothing was able to be found out by Dain yet about who she was.

“And I would like all of you to meet the one and only hard to pin down Raul, brother to the infamous Wolsey.” Lips parted all through Erebor and it continued, “How is The Tibelt fairing you?”

Two hours of his pirate life in and out of the Durin’s daily lives bewildered and awed the audience before out of nowhere a new character named Adrianna, who was the mistress of a Duke Frenn. An actual recorded couple in their history with a mysterious past of their own people loved to speculate on the pair who rarely spoke outside of formal events and never on personal terms allowing ample to build on. Out of nowhere she started to go off on Raul and through the line Frenn dipped into the conversation leaving everyone on the edge of their seats and openly groaning ready to throw things when you had to cut them short.

“Alright, alright,” giggling as Mal was on the verge of weeping from laughter in her booth at your single person argument skillfully pulled off, “I’m gonna have to cut this off for today, and hopefully we can hash out those tiny details later.” Each of the trio signed off and the cut off ads played. Inside the tea shop Thorin glared at the counter upset to have raced in from his car only to have gotten here right at the end of the show anyways meaning he could have waited at home and still have gotten here in time to fix you your drink.

But any coincidence was lost as you seemed to float through the door in a sort of funk of your own instantly sparking his urge to brighten your mood. Once you got to the front of the line after the two chattering customers in front of you he asked, “Bad day?”

At the upwards tick of your brow you said, “Train was delayed, bit late to work. Nothing out of the usual. Whatever you’re making just make sure it gives me enough oomph to make it an hour trail ride without passing out. Please, thank you.”

The bill was left in his palm and you turned to walk to a shorter table this time that was open and he got to mixing stealing glances at you uncertain why you hadn’t hinted or said anything about is brother or being at the races. Halfway assuming that those ladies and Dwalin could have been right that you had seen you were on the opposite side of some barrier blocking even a friendship. At least until his next glance due to a poke from Dwalin. A larger than thought possible yawn from you had him smirking through the shiver after and sleepy smack of your lips as you forced your arms off the table to keep from napping in public, something your body seemed adamant to force you to do.

Up to you he brought the drink and rumbled, “You haven’t slept I see.”

“Sleep is a fickle mistress, my good Mug Dealer.” Making him smirk as you snapped a picture of the drink so you could take a sip. “Mmm, pineapple-y. Touché.”

“How long was your shift? My brother said you were off to work after the charity auction.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed after another sip slowly starting to perk up your gears to keep you going a bit longer. “Well, that one starts at noon.”

“Until?”

“Just past midnight.” He scoffed at that, “Then I went home and pretended to sleep while my neighbors had their weekly ukulele concerto next door till my second job shift was kicking off.”

Inhaling deeply his hands settled on the table he had to fight to keep from throwing, “You worked a 12 hour shift, then couldn’t sleep, then worked another shift? How long is your second job shift?”

“Five-ish, hours. Depending on extras they need.”

His eye brow twitched as you looked his face over mid sip, “This is really good, thank you.”

“You said you need that for the train ride, how long is that?”

“Mmm, an hour-ish.”

Lowly he repeated, “Ish..” wetting his lips he shifted on his feet, “Where do you live that you have to take an hour train? And that’s one way? Not round trip I assume?”

You nodded, “Hour-ish, one way. I live in Beryl.”

Even Dwalin’s head turned hearing the town on the outskirts of Erebor just outside the mountain range nearly to Angmar. Considered one of the roughest towns to live in economically with few businesses able to stay open at all for how little the people tend to make leading to more and more commuting long hours form there for decent jobs only worsening things. Thorin parroted back, “You live in--,” Exhaling steadily he said, “You can’t live in Beryl!”

“As you recall handsome, I said I don’t make a living.”

“Oh I recall.”

“Train’s fine, I don’t mind the ride, just hate the chance of falling asleep.”

Dwalin scoffed, “No doubt you’d be looted by the time it loops around.”

“Oh that wouldn’t happen.” Making Thorin’s brow inch up, “They know my family. Even the black sheep for centuries and they just totter away.”

Thorin’s arms crossed on the table, “Who is your father?”

You pointed at him, “Mmm, breaking all the rules asking where I live before you even know my name.” sipping on the last of your drink as he struggled against a blushing smirk playfully glaring at you.

“Don’t change the subject, you can’t live in Beryl. You can’t thrive there. They’re just on the news this morning talking about shifting the territory to the Grey Mountains to see if the Northern Dwarf clans can whip it back into shape.”

“No doubt evicting me once a background check comes through.”

“It can’t be that bad.”

“Only reason I got my five hour job was cuz I nearly got hit by this guy when I used to have a bike first moving out to this quadrant and he heard my stomach saying he’d pay me out of pocket to help at his office. Five years later he actually gives me a set salary and three hundred years later I’ve yet to fill in a job application. Second job I got through a hobbit temp agency who didn’t dig hard in family lines after I changed my last name, which when dug hard enough gets flagged to blacklist.”

“How are you going to make it home?”

“Train.”

“No, I mean you’re exhausted.”

“Been worse.”

“Don’t post until you get home. I want to know you get there.”

“If I wait I’ll forget and fall asleep.”

That made him huff again and his hand molded around your mug, “I’ll make you another, on the house.”

A second mug was brought and finished off and in your slide off the chair you turned at the card in front of you and Thorin saying, “Call when you get home.”

Deeply you sighed and accepted the card, “If you insist, Mug Dealer.” Pocketing the card you made him shake his head at the wink and click of your tongue on your turn towards the door.

At the counter again he rumbled, “Beryl!”

Dwalin grumbled in return and Balin said, “If Frerin’s tale has any merit she is quite able to handle herself. No matter who this clan of hers might be.”

Dwalin, “Who could they be to have her so mum on it?”

Behind them the same woman from the day prior sighed and said, “So dramatic,” making them turn around, “Two families on opposite sides of the tracks. One good, one unspeakable…” Thorin shook his head and walked behind the counter as another woman walked up to join in the commenting as if his life was part of Bunny’s dramatic show.

Still, for an hour he waited several times ensuring his cell phone was on and checking on the status of your latest review which brought more in to try it. An out of place ring from the shop phone had Balin turning from his sprouts to answer it while the others worked on the orders. “The Arkenstone brew and grew, how may I be of service?”

“Uh, this is the Mafioso,”

“Ah, yes, you’ve made it home then?” He could hear the heavy lock on the door being locked and keys falling.

“Yup, and am staring at my bed, and am going down. My best to my Mug Dealer.”

Balin chuckled hearing a thump into a mattress and said, “That I will, rest well.” Hanging up at the start of a deep breath he went to join the others stating, “That was Miss Pear.”

Sharply Thorin turned, “Why did she call here?”

Dwalin smirked, “You gave her card.”

Thorin, “With my number on the back.”

Dwalin chuckled, “Which side did you put up?”

Balin, “Doesn’t matter, she slipped it right into her pocket and is asleep now. Heard her fall into bed myself.” Patting his cousin’s back seeing the worry still lingering in his eyes as to where you were sleeping even if the place was locked like a vault.

Pt 3

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Yugioh S3 Ep 29-30: LAVA GOLEM

Ah, Kaiba island.

I’m not quite sure how big Kaiba island is. In this picture it looks like we got ourselves a 6 story building on the side, but if we compare the 6 story building to the tower it’s like...that’s a 100 story building, roughly? Our art team has given up trying to make this building look like anything other than what it looks like, and they’re just going to make a metallic cross-section of a dick every time it shows up.

Also, I kinda wish we saw a little bit more of the landing sequence to get here because....

....did we do an Akira motorcycle slide into this island or is that just me?

Meanwhile, as Joey is duking it out on the world’s largest, coldest dildo, Serenity is stationed at the post she made for herself.

LOL Why did they do this? Why would they design this?

(read more under the cut)

Inside the swamp cloud, Marik is shocked that Joey has been largely unphased by this horrific experience.

Clearly Marik has not caught on that Joey’s been conditioned to this stuff living with Yugi for the past many years, and a little bit of pink spirit-sucking wires aren’t really much of a match for that time Joey saw Yugi light a guy on fire with a match once. Well, a lighter. Either way, this isn’t so bad.

And then, I don’t really talk about card games here, but Marik introduces a new card I have not seen before.

Behold, Lava Golem.

Look at him! Like I know everyone’s kinda freaking out about the new pokemon but like...Lava Golem? Remember that sweet face?

He’s just soooooo good.

Man this is the first Yugioh card ever that I’ve actually liked.

And, upon seeing this terrifying situation, Tea turns to Yugi and says:

Thanks Tea.

Also during these few episodes, Marik is starting to undergo a transformation, mostly via his viens. It’s a look. Kind of worried about his blood pressure.

And I was thinking that they just invented a a chin vein, but, as it turns out, they actually did their research.

There is a vein there! I mean this isn’t really that big a deal to most of you, probably, but anime often gets a bad rap for ignoring anatomy (which ... it’s a cartoon so yeah that’s...that’s what you do in cartoons, you ignore most anatomy) but hey--they got this vein correct. I don’t know why they even bothered, but that was very nice of them to make something so gross so correct.

And because some of you might want this just for yourself, cap free:

Enjoy.

Along with this good boy.

Is it just me? Is it just me that’s all ham about this Domo Kun face? This Mario mini-boss?

I usually don’t like the Yugioh monster designs but this one is just...he’s such a good boy.

Anyway, the art team was told at some point to change piss cloud and they decided to do this instead

Why does the width keep changing on the tower? Like I know it was tossed between different artists but like...it just...it keeps changing and it bothers me.

Anyway, back to what matters.

Can this be our new Joey Wheeler? Just leave everything about Joey Wheeler the same but replace his sprite with Lava Golem and with no explanation. I’d be down.

I do think that this arc brought back their A-team for the animation, there was just a lot more going on visually than we’ve had in a good while. Like this Marik face, for instance--this very famous face that I’ve seen drawn on like...a whole lot of characters. This is a much-referenced pose.

I mean, hey, not using reference while drawing is the same as dueling as Yugi Muto and just never using the Pharaoh. Like sure you could, but never, ever, ever do that.

And I just want you to know, I held that really corny anime art joke in for like a straight week on twitter as the entire world was going off about whether or not you’re supposed to use reference materials when you draw as if this is some sort of controversial topic (it’s not. No one cares about your process.) and y’all, it was HARD. But I did it. I resisted the discourse and still found a way to sneak it into here, into the side blog where I can go off about the inane art twitter discourse without getting blocked.

Which, again, was about “Can I use reference?” I...art twitter. Art twitter, I swear. why would you NOT? You have the Pharaoh, art twitter. You have the Pharaoh.

Anyway, I hope at least one of you got that joke. I hope one of you at least was like “lol--Art Reference is the Heart of the Cards.” and the next time someone tells you that using reference is cheating (which will never happen, a infinitesimal number of people in one forum on DeviantArt in 2003 said this once in the entire history of art, and I don’t know why twitter is fighting with these child-run forums that don’t even exist anymore) you can say “Don’t you dare talk about my platonic soulmate that way.” and just end the argument there.

The hell are these people who say artists don’t use reference? Do you write history papers without reading books?

And that’s my rant that was a.) too long for twitter and also b.) maybe too much anime. With art twitter it’s like..there’s no middle ground between too much anime and not enough anime. No middle ground and I have no idea where the people who follow me even stand. I think they just want to see Zelda. I think that’s about it. I really can’t tell with them. I’m like...always confused as to what those people want.

I need to delete my twitter. Anyways, back to Joey, who felt like breaking the fourth wall.

And so Marik decides to sober up and play the God card.

Yo guys, remember God Cards? I’ll be honest, I kinda completely forgot about them.

And then at some point this shot happened and I was living for it.

such a good idea to offset people in a different filter and kinda stack em. Bro was saying he remembered this sort of thing in Cowboy Bebop but I don’t remember what the hell he’s talking about. Bro and his spicy headcanons are mixing up Yugioh and Cowboy Bebop now. Never thought I’d see that.

And then Kaiba’s muscles kinda twitched and it looked like smiling.

Man, were there a lot of phoenix references in the 00′s or is that just me who read way too much Harry Potter?

And like, because I do draw Yugi sometimes, occasionally people will reblog and tag with Pharaoh’s real name in there (I can’t really avoid that spoiler), so I think it’s pretty likely his name comes from Atum of Egyptian legend. Who...wasn’t really a Pharaoh. Atum was kinda weird, he gave birth to...himself. He’s an interesting read. But, we’ll get there when we get there.

But, I didn’t really know about Bennu pyramids until I actually went and looked up Egyptian Phoenixes. I had always thought that the Phoenix was Greek in origin but, according to Wikipedia some people say it happened in Egypt as well. And if it’s good enough for Wikipedia, it’s good enough for Yugioh.

The return of the mystery purple moisturizer jug and it brought it’s entire extended family of fiji waters.

And so, Ishizu decides to do the right thing and take care of Mai. Not sure what Ishizu knows about being a nurse since she lived underground, but since she can help cure poisonous snake bites, maybe comas are a little bit easier?

And so Serenity starts the 30 minute jog up the phallic tower to get to Joey’s death sequence. She’s made it to about...20 ft outside of the plane by the end of this episode. Serenity runs kinda slow.

Bro mentioned that he thinks it looks like Tea’s trying to very stealthily steal Yugi’s wallet. And that’s just my spicy headcanon now, too.

Well now that’s over, lemme see if...

.......it could’ve happened. It only has like a couple of human skulls on it.

And hey if this is the first recap you’ve ever seen from me, here’s a link to read them all from the beginning in Chrono order, back when they weren’t color coded and I had no idea what the hell I was doing.

#Yugioh #yu gi oh #yugioh recap #photo recap #episode recap #s3 ep29 #s3 ep30 #Lava Golem #yugi muto #I wasn't expecting actual egyptian mythology to be in this show #joey wheeler #marik ishtar #serenity wheeler #ishizu ishtar #seto kaiba #tea gardner #tristan taylor #duke devlin

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