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Kanata was having a pleasant evening with someone, he was currently seeing with. They had a lovely and relaxing casual dinner, with no distractions. No worries looming over his thoughts. No emergency calls or texts pestering him. Nothing was denying him to enjoy a peaceful and quiet moment, with his current lover. Everything was just perfect. That he was able to sit down till dessert and even drink a little more wine than he often allowed himself to.
Walking his lover home, hand in hand. He was happy with the man he was currently dating. His partner was surprisingly understanding and accommodating, despite numerous times canceling on their date or running off to god-knows-where, with one lie topping the other. Regardless, he was still there for him with open arms.
Kissing him goodbye at his doorstep. Chill ran down his spine when his lover invited him in for coffee, and he knew what he truly meant. Sheepishly. He replies. "Maybe some other times..." But it began to annoy him when his lover continued to persuade him with his invitation. Firmly brushing him off one last time. Something he says next makes the hair on his back stand out.
"What makes you think you're not in my apartment already..."
Hearing low voices chanting in his ears. The therapist's world began to spin, as his body and eyelids began to grow heavy. Causing him to fall backward, as darkness embraced him with open arms. When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself laying on a stone slab. As the demonic voices continued to chant in his ears, his head felt foggy and clouded. While his body felt weak and heavy, he couldn't move or make out his surroundings.
Chuckling at the witch's misfortunes. "You stupid witch! You're so easy to charm and fool! And you're just starving to be loved and held. That you just fall into my arms, without me even trying!" He whispers into his ears. "I'll take your eyes first, then your baby sister next. And as a consolation prize...."
His body shudders when he feels the cold blade brush his skin, that cuts open his button shirt. He felt disgusted the next when he felt the other man's hand on his chest.
"I'll carve your heart out next, as a memento..."
Furious. He tries to use his telekinesis, but nothing happens, only feeling more weaker and drowsy in return.
"Just go back to sleep. Don't fight it. It only makes it hurts..."
The male witch tries his best to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't resist the darkness, that was pulling him back under its spells.
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#[ ic | theBrother ]#[ mutual | sageofjustice ]#[ verse | charmed ]#[ i hope this okay? 😅 ]#[ not my best works 😫😔 ]#tw long post
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@ask-thebrothers-kaiba
Can you come over? I can't be alone right now. Please? The door is unlocked.
Seto allowed very few things in life to perturb him. Ignorance was sometimes bliss in this regard, but as he stared at his cellphone, before the screen timed out, he began to wonder a few things: Should he have regretted giving Yugi his personal number? And would he lament the fact that he was seriously considering, potentially entertaining, maybe making the attempt to reply?
He'd kept staring long after the screen went black, preoccupied with circling thought. When Mokuba entered the room, it took him no time at all to sense something was amiss. Seto had tried to wave this off as a minor inconvenience, to which Mokuba did not believe, but did respect. The younger Kaiba could read his brother like an open book at times, and now he knew this was not the time to pry. He would have to get answers later.
"Alright, bro, whatever you say. Just making sure you're okay is all."
"Appreciated. Get to bed, now. I'll see you in the morning."
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Seto waited until the lights went off and not a peep could be heard throughout the halls of his home. Looking at his phone again, at that text message, it had been an hour and a half since he received it. He wondered for a moment if he'd be too late, and so he responded in haste.
[Seto Kaiba, CEO] You'd better not be dying. I'm on my way.
Something in that phrase felt sickening, a nauseating sensation at the bottom of his gut. He wasn't supposed to care, and he didn't. What good was having a rival if he wasn’t fit to be one? Seto would never accept anything less than the highest standard from his opponent. That meant if he had to fix the situation himself... He would.
From the other side of the city, it took Seto half an hour to reach the game shop. Two hours since he’d received the text, he was aware. Leaving his parked car behind, Seto barged into the shop, taking a look around. His inspection lead him to nothing out of the ordinary, and thus he made his way up the stairs in the back, quietly.
He came upon a closed door, noting the light coming from underneath, and the sounds of clanking, shuffling. The invitation he received having been open, Seto wasted no time on pleasantries - he opened the door, standing tall, ready to face whatever the scene would present itself to be.
It was not pretty. Seto’s brows furrowed deeply, a light but noticeable scowl reaching his lips.
“Yugi, what is this? What happened?”
In the two hours since he sent the message, Yugi had left the memory of even having done so at the bottom of a bottle of liquor. It was long gone.
He had drank until be got sick from it, his head pounding violently as he had crouched on his bathroom floor. He had only just in the last couple minutes managed to pull himself up and out to the kitchen where he drank water directly from the tap, rising out his mouth and spitting onto the dirty dishes before grabbing one of the partially drunk bottles to take another swig.
It wasn't until his apartment door opened and inside the frame stood the form of Seto Kaiba, which took several long moments to come into focus, that he even remembered that he had bothered reaching out to anyone.
He was sure that he painted a rather pitiful picture as he stood in the kitchen amongst the graveyard of empty bottles, still wearing his clothes from work earlier that day, with the plastic bottle of vodka in his hand, the long dead millennium puzzle around his neck. To make matters worse, one of Atem's matches was still playing on the TV in the living room, where his deck of cards had been thrown across the room and was currently scattered across the entire floor.
He looked up to the other man and for the briefest flicker of a moment had thought about trying to explain away the text and his situation. But he didn't have it in him.
Not even for Kaiba, who he was only vaguely even friends with, but had a deep understanding and connection with, even if neither of them had ever really taken time to define it beyond 'rivals'. Even though he knew that Seto was not all that likely to be sympathetic to his plight— he wasn't even sure that Seto actually believed that he and Atem were different entities. But regardless, he did not have the energy or mental resources to put on any kind of mask.
His features contorted in anguish for just a moment before he fully dropped the bottle in his hands, lifting his hands up to cover his face as he quietly sobbed, "I— I can't do this anymore, Kaiba-kun."
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The Sister
Wren:
It’s so long…
The chilly air and chillier wind blew my hair away from my face, eyes going wide seeing our house?
I think?
It had been so long since I’d stepped foot on this property my mind was swimming. So many changes.
I pulled my coat snug against me, the chills of the cold, the shivers reminding me of the terrible things. My mother had to be in control of all things so when boobs and boys interrupted her fucked up relationship with my brothers somebody paid. Nye physically and Niko… I shook my head. The disgust that slid over my skin was unbearable. The minute she saw me and Niko doing things siblings shouldn’t do she sent me away. “Good girls don’t behave that way. You’re tempting him. It’s your fault that I have to punish him!” I didn’t understand what she meant until I lived with people who told me all about how fucked up her head was.
I didn’t really keep in touch, save for Nye. I was too afraid speaking to Niko would escalate her abuse. I didn’t want that for either of them but Niko…
Fuck! Our bond was something she didn’t understand… the tea parties he’d come to, the wild flowers he left on my pillows and when we were old enough the sick depraved need we felt for each other.
It had been years since I’d thought about it. It was so wrong and siblings didn’t kiss or fuck one another. Being curled up beside him though - I felt safe. Confused but safe.
She was dead now, her karma had finally showed up but my brothers. I worried for them.
Blows out a ragged breath, my “You’re safe. They’re your family” was repeating in my head as I lifted a shaky hand, finger pressing the doorbell. I didn’t know who or if anyone was here. It made my nerves spike I had to turn away from the door. A panic attack was coming. My body was shaking like a leaf that almost knocked me over. The fear, longing… the unknown. So list in my thoughts that when large tattooed arms scooped me up, a loud I missed You followed by a bone crushing bear hug made me scream bloody murder even the trees bristled in fear. Nye busted out in a fit of laughter placing my feet back on the ground. “Calm down sis, it’s just me Nye! Christ you’re skittish. Where the hell did my tough as nails sis go?”
-Arched brow, eyes perusing my new, not improved brother-
“Where the fuck did my small, string bean trouble making brother go?! No wonder our communication is sporadic. Jesus, this house isn’t a brothel now I hope!
-laughs, cringing at my words taking hold of his hand stepping into the house that held so many secrets. He just stood smiling and watching me while I stared wide eyed. It was so different, all that bullshit had been destroyed and rebuilt brand new. Smiles, hand gently rubbing his arm. I was so proud that all that was in the past and my mother was nowhere to be found. Good riddance, bitch. Grinning up at him, placing my coat on the small table, exploring was needed.-
Are you home alone or?
-my words were silenced hearing heavy footsteps coming from another room. My head tilted to see who was here… Niko. All it took was a slit second for all those aches, cravings, wants, 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 to resurface. He was so painfully beautiful.
𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝.
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tomholland2013: Grab your chance to join me in London, for an exclusive Brothers Trust Posh Pub Quiz. Sweepstake closes Sunday 3rd December at 11.59pm EST and the winner will be announced on 8th December on @.thebrotherstrust What? For you and your guest to attend our event, flights to London wherever you are in the world, 3 nights’ accommodation in a swanky central London Hotel, and £1500 spending money. When? 7th - 9th March 2024 How? Click on the link in my bio to enter. All monies raised will be used to help charities supported by TheBrothers Trust. Please see our website for details.
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HEHEHE yesss oh i do enjoy this one too. thank you very much nonnie! here have a little clip. Just a random one from one of the brothers streams because i thought it was funny
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Grab your chance to join me in London, for an exclusive Brothers Trust Posh Pub Quiz.
Sweepstake closes Sunday 3rd December at 11.59pm EST and the winner will be announced on 8th December on @thebrotherstrust
What?
For you and your guest to attend our event, flights to London wherever you are in the world, 3 nights’ accommodation in a swanky central London Hotel, and £1500 spending money.
When?
7th - 9th March 2024
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To Enter:
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sanji will fight saint mars
Mars looks like the Javan hawk-eagle, which is sometimes called a Garuda in Indonesia (a mythical creature).
🔷Judge's epithet is "the Garuda," and the Germa symbol is also a Garuda (rounded beak + long feathers at the back)
the warden of the man in the iron mask was named saint mars
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The Man with the Iron Mask
In the year 1662, the first year of the absolute reign of Louis XIV., there occurred an event without parallel in history, and which still remains shrouded in the mystery in which it was from the first involved. There was sent with the utmost secrecy to the Château of Pignerol an unknown prisoner, whose identity was kept secret with the most extreme care. All that can be said of him is that he was young, well-formed and attractive in appearance, and above the usual stature. As for his face, whether it were handsome or ill-favored, noble or base, no man could say, for it was concealed by an impenetrable mask, the lower portion of which was made movable by steel springs, so that he could eat with it on, while the upper portion was immovably fixed.
This mysterious state prisoner remained for a number of years at Pignerol, under charge of its governor, M. de Saint Mars, an officer of the greatest discretion and trustworthiness. He was afterwards removed to the castle of the Isle of Sainte Marguerite, on the coast of Provence, where he remained for years in the same mysterious seclusion, an object of the greatest curiosity on the part of all the people of the prison, and of no less interest to the people of the kingdom, to whose love of the marvellous the secrecy surrounding him appealed. The mask was never removed, day or night, so far as any one could learn, while conjecture sought in vain to discover who this mysterious personage could be.
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and sanji associated with sun in a meta way
Judge was to be named Saint-Germain, eventually this became the name of Germa Kingdom’s flagship. I think the name Saint-Germain comes from the city Saint-Germain-en-Laye (the same as Paris Saint-Germain FC). Interestingly, this city was the birthplace of Sun King Louis XIV
Sun king Louis supposedly had a twin brother who was the man in the iron mask ( which is referenced in sanjis backstory )
in the story man in the iron mask
So what's interesting is there’s a tokusatsu that Oda likes, which would be a much more explicit inspiration for the Germa 66 : Kamen Rider. specifically the villainous organization SHOCKER.
In it Kamen Rider Black RX is a cyborg whose motif is a black grasshopper, which mirrors Sanji’s own epithet as "Black Leg". Grasshoppers are known for their incredible spring like leg muscles that allow them to jump incredible heights in the air.
kamen rider black was solar powered who lit his legs and fists on fire
kamen rider black has a prince of anger and prince of sadness transformation which oda may have referenced with lunarians fire on and fire off modes ( one has durability at the cost of speed, and one has speed at the cost of durability
the garuda was the mount of vishnu ( who is sometimes associated with the sun) and thebrother to the charioteer of the sun. garuda is a protector with the ability to swiftly travel anywhere which fits with Sanji for he is a protector who uses fire and is very fast.
the Garuda is a fire bird ( and the king of birds)
yeah it fits well with sanji's association with the sun his speed being sanji's specialty and the fact sanji admitted that the thing that caused judge's nickname was his specialty.
"Finally, Mars is associated with Coral Stone in Hindu mythology. Saturn is confirmed to be associated with Blue Sapphire. Could it be that the Red Line is a Serpent Skin covered in Coral Stone?"
the garuda in various pieces of fiction uses fire to fight so Sanji may represent the Garuda here given he outright pointed out that he has the same specialty in combat as judge which earned judge the nickname Garuda.
protector with the power to swiftly travel anywhere,
judge and Sanji both specialize in aerial strikes
garuda being the king of birds fits with sanji having coc and Zoro and sanji's rivalry for Sanji will surpass mihawk.
Its something I always knew if Zoro surpasses mihawk so will sanji
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@pernanegra
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Charmed Verse
[ P.S: Please do not reblog! This is for personal use. ]
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Kanata Ryuuzaki is a witch. He inherited his power from a long line of female witches in his family. Kanata has the abilities of Telekenisis and Astral Projection. Additionally, he also possesses the basic powers of a witch: The ability to cast spells, brew potions, scry for lost objects or people, and divine for information.
Her late grandmother, Beniko Mori, a good and powerful witch, saw an ominous premonition where calamity and gruesome death would befall her grandchildren. Taking drastic action, she binds her grandchildren's powers, to stop her vision from coming true.
But her binding began to unravel and weaken due to her poor health, and her grandchildren reaching adulthood (in their mid-20s). And before she could bind their power again, the elderly woman was killed by a demon, an old foe of hers.
Grieving over their loss, Kanako and her brother, Kanata, were later shocked to discover they were witches. The enemy didn't waste any time attacking the siblings. But they were rescued by an old family friend, Noburu Makoto, a retired hunter. She explains to them about their Wiccan heritage and how their grandmother's death wasn't accidental. Instead, she was killed by a demon. And without their grandmother's protection, they are now vulnerable and targets for every evil being, who wishes to kill them for their power. With no choice, the siblings are forced to acknowledge the truth and embrace their heritage and power.
+ Credit OC, Beniko Mori to @legendreign
POWER AND ABILITIES
#Basic Power
+ Spell Casting
The ability to cast spells and perform rituals.
+ Potion Brewing
The ability to brew potions.
+ Scrying
The ability to locate a person or object by use of a scrying crystal, a map, and sometimes other tools.
+ Mediumship
The ability to see and commune with spirits of the dead.
#Active Powers
+ Telekinesis
The ability to move objects and beings through their eyes and hand gestures.
+ Astral Projection
The ability to project their consciousness in an astral form outside of the body, but a witch cannot use any other abilities, besides spell casting, when in use.
EXTRA INFORMATION
+ Among the two siblings, Kanata was very reluctant and skeptical to accept his Wiccan heritage, believing witches and people who believe in UFOs to be crazy. But after being attacked and watching his own power manifested, he begins to accept and embrace his fate.
+ He is the second male descendant to be gifted with Wiccan abilities. As in the past, a male ancestor of the Ryuuzaki renounces his Wiccan Rede and redirects to using his powers for personal gain and evil means.
Before his demise, he cursed all of his male descendants to be destined to walk down the same path, as he did. And to prevent his curses from coming true, for generations, the Ryuuzaki is forced to strip all their male descendant's power, to prevent them from walking down the wrong path.
+ He works as a therapist and unbeknown to him, before awakening his Wiccan power, most of his patients come from all walks of life with a supernatural background.
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Yugi wasn't doing well.
Not in any definition of the word.
He had tried to move on after that fateful ceremonial duel that released his partner from the puzzle and allowed him to finally rest. He had tried to find it in himself to be whole on his own. But the more time that passed the more he realized that when Atem left, he had taken with him all of the parts of himself that made his life worth living.
He had managed to get through highschool, but only just barely. He had taken over the game store when his grandpa had gotten too sick to manage it on his own. He went through the motions of daily life and managed to plaster a smile on his face, but he felt truly empty and hollow.
As soon as he had closed down the shop, he would retreat to the apartment he stayed in directly above it. He would watch reruns of old tournaments on a loop just to hear Atem's voice through his own body, to see the way the Pharaoh stood and held himself. He'd close his eyes and try to remember the sensation of the spirit inside him, but it always just felt cold now.
His kitchen was overflowing with empty bottles of cheap booze which he used to try to fill that hole within his chest. The warmth of the liquor providing only a temporary reprieve, a cheap and almost mocking imitation of the warmth Atem had given him.
Yugi had just polished off the latest bottle of vodka and laid down on the floor of his apartment, staring up at the ceiling fan until his vision went fuzzy and dark thoughts began to creep up on him. He couldn't do this anymore.
He picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts to draft a message. A lifeline that he hoped would be taken.
[Yugi Mutou]: Can you come over? I can't be alone right now. Please? The door is unlocked.
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Incorrect quotes #366 Mc vacation
Mc: I’m going to the human world, Do NOT call me unless it’s an emergency
Beel: Ok mc!
Mam: Gotcha fam!
The rest of thebrothers and dateables agree
Mc: THAT INCLUDES SPIDERS & RATS
Barb and Asmo:…Yes, love
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Rickard Bengtsson, illustratore svedese
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