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ninjigma · 9 months

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RexObi Week Part 5/7 - First / Previous / Next

Day 5: Skinny Dipping Track: 'Naked' - X Ambassadors (Spotify / YouTube)

It had never been hard to convince Rex to go swimming. He had a few preferences, the beach they once again crossed being one of them, but at the promise of shelved stone and clear water elsewhere Rex had stayed in step with Obi-Wan back towards the caves. And truly that was all Obi-Wan had really planned, just some time swimming somewhere a bit more private, with some food packed if they choose to simply enjoy the upper ledges afterward.

At least it was until they got there, and the universe had other ideas.

"This is a new one," Rex pondered from behind him. Obi-Wan nodded excitedly, pulling his shirt over his head and slowly turning to take in the cave. It had a wider opening directly facing the ocean, sunlight streaming in to show multiple waterfalls glittering near the back that had helped shape the depth of the cave pool. All of it was smoothed, even the tunnel they were exiting was seamlessly dipping below gentle waters that Obi-Wan was already stepping into, enjoying how it felt on bare feet this time.

"More just for the chance to swim then anything. I quite enjoyed-"

Obi-Wan was going to say something, he was sure of it, but as his slow turn brought him back to facing Rex he was stopped by sudden lips on his. It left him blinking a few times, hands still too tangled in his shirt to reach out properly and leaving him rather sad when that meant Rex pulled away only a breath later.

"Rex, wha-" Obi-Wan started to ask, ever curious to what had prompted the kiss, only to make a swift decision and snap his mouth shut.

"Oh General, I think Cody may actually be a tad impressed," Rex smiled as the question died on Obi-Wan's still parted lips, taking the mans shirt without any difficulty and turning back into the tunnel. "If he could get over the part where you were kissing his vod'ika, anyway."

Obi-Wan scoffed slightly, fighting the usual inevitable blush when Rex was that forward. He loved when the clone felt so emboldened to make the first move, to reach out for him first, as it was a sign and reminder that he was comfortable enough with Obi-Wan to take a bit of what he wants, especially after so long not doing so. Rex was born a clone and raised a solider. To just take what he wanted wasn't a part of who Rex was. It wasn't a part of rank or regulation, a part of being numbered or achieving sameness. None of the Jedi Obi-Wan knew thought of the clones as the same, especially beneath the surface, and were even key in requesting the clones be otherwise. To be named, to talk back, to question the Jedi. Because they needed to be. Obi-Wan needed to be.

So seeing Rex now, smiling slyly as he turned to set the food further in the tunnel and remove his own shoes, Obi-Wan wasn't at all curious why; just lost in overwhelmed awe of how. How he could have ever been so lucky, how he could have ever deserved all of this, how close everything had come to simply ending and how by some Force sworn miracle it hadn't. How instead he was here, with the man he loved, in the quiet of an afternoon-

-falling backwards with a yelp into the water.

One second Obi-Wan had been lost in thought, backing up further to slowly adjust to the water, and in the next his foot suddenly had nothing solid beneath it. The resounding splash was drowned out of his own ears by the rush of water and his own momentary flailing as he registered how it was much colder when dunking oneself and he had not been properly prepared to not be breathing. He came back up sputtering, hair pasted over his eyes and the sound of Rex's laughter getting through to him before anything else.

"Well," Obi-Wan coughed, getting his feet beneath him and standing now waist deep in water. "I definitely don't think he would be impressed now."

The Jedi hadn't bothered to brush away his hair, finding he would in fact like to hide his reddened face behind it a bit longer. But alas, his embarrassment was often described as an endearment in the eyes of his clone, and he couldn't do anything but look meekly upward when warm hands parted the wet strands.

"Jedi Master and High General Obi-Wan Kenobi," Rex stated, with all the authority of someone who held every secret in the the palm of their hand. "You, are a fool."

And this time, as the laughter echoed around them, it was Obi-Wan pushing forward for a kiss, unable to stop himself from wanting to capture Rex's crooked grin with his own lips.

Lips that smiled together, around loving and familiar quiet jabs, while they moved together in the water. Though it didn't take long for Obi-Wan to begin kissing a bit more firmly, broad hands beginning to snake their way under the swim shirt Rex preferred to keep on and pulling them closer together.

"Sir," the clone now chuckled a bit breathlessly. "What are you-"

"Rex," Obi-Wan cut off, voice suddenly lower and mouth moving more on to Rex's jaw. "I'm being spontaneous."

And to make it clear exactly how spontaneous he was being, Obi-Wan backed away slightly and pulled the shirt up and over Rex's head, trapping the clones arms for a moment just long enough to kiss him again before tossing the shirt toward the tunnel.

A bit more smothered laughter as Obi-Wan began kissing the newly exposed skin, and his hands smoothed over Rex's lean flanks. The clone was built for movement, endurance, though his waist cut tighter then any other clone Obi-Wan had seen shirtless, his flexibility astounding and even besting Obi-Wan's. Rex was deadly, he could feel it in the flex of back muscles and the minute movements of the hips his hands travelled down over, but he was beautiful. From a slightly crooked bottom tooth in his iconic smile, every small mark and scar on honeyed skin, the slightly growing golden curls he could just start to run his fingers through, all of it, beautiful. A true treasure to Obi-Wan, and he treated it as such when he began to dip his fingers under the tight waistband.

"O- Obi-Wan?" Rex didn't exactly ask the question, but Obi-Wan answered anyway.

"I love you Rex." So easy to say now, so close he had come to never saying it again. "And I am going to show you, like this, right here."

And, trusting Rex to stop him as always whenever they explored something new, Obi-Wan pushed further, lips travelling down Rex's neck and collarbone while his hands pushed away the fabric. Rex's own hands had found their way to his hair, a mix of wavy strands partially dried that made for the perfect thing to grab hold of and cause Obi-Wan's own breath to hitch in his throat.

"Yes sir."

@rexobiweek

#skinny dipping #maybe?#nsft #mostly all just suggestive #but just in case #tried to be less of a lighting fiend in this one #no promises for tomorrow though XD #rexobi fest 2023 #obi wan kenobi #clone captain rex #rexobi #obirex #obi wan x rex #star wars #clone wars #fanart #my art #my writing

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radiohead-spiderman · 3 months

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My Golden Trio Headcanons (some modern some not)

Harry:

Oddly good at beer pong.

One time caught the snitch in his mouth and almost died.

Is REALLY good at cooking(less headcanon and more actually canon)

Loves the rain, absolutely hates thunder.

Had American southern tea ONCE and never looked at Earl Grey the same way again (Hermione gets upset about it every time they get tea together)

Soap opera lover(he watches them with Ron)

Is really good at drawing birds specifically.

He’s good at pottery but can only make bowls and plates.

SPIDER-MAN FAN

Ron:

Chess lover, both magic AND muggle(that’s canon but I’m including it anyways)

When Harry tried American sweet tea for the first time, Ron got to try fried butter for the first time too, he promptly inhaled it.

He hates crabs.

He often has stare offs with Crookshanks which either end with Ron getting mauled, or Crookshanks getting locked out of the room.

Is a DIEHARD Beastie Boys fan, Hermione introduced him to them and he hasn’t looked back since.

His favorite color is the exact shade of brown that Hermione’s eyes are :)

Soap opera lover(he watches them with Harry)

Wears bright neon crocs, has worn them on dates with Hermione before, will wear them on dates with Hermione again.

Got a buzz cut one time and Hermione screamed in pure unbridled terror when she saw it(she did not speak for him for a week, he had to magically grow it back)

Bad at pottery but loves playing with the clay.

DEADPOOL FAN

Hermione:

Aroace spectrum(because I love projecting onto characters and it’s canon in my eyes)

One time tried to straighten her hair and both Ron and Harry got scared when they saw it(it did not work)

Knows ALL of the Elder Scrolls lore

Has played Skyrim to completion over 19 times.(that is not an exaggeration, she’s pulled various all nighters)

HORRIFIC sleep schedule

Will not read romance, UNLESS it’s completely historically accurate.

Bad at drawing, really good at pottery oddly enough.

While she’s good at pottery, she absolutely despises the feel of wet clay, and then the feel of dry clay on her skin so she doesn’t sculpt stuff without gloves on.

Hates the texture of pasta, it has to be made in a VERY specific way for her to enjoy it.

Doesn’t like being smooched on the temple because it’s too close to her eyes and she thinks it’s unsanitary.

Had a seafood boil one time and was out like a light for a full DAY.

Tried a vegan diet for like a year but she accidentally ate a wet piece of ham in a sleep deprived delirium.

Beans on toast FIEND.

One time had a five day mental breakdown over magic and specifically quidditch brooms not following the laws of physics.

Dinosaur nerd.

Dr Strange and Reed Richards fan

Golden Trio:

Codependent.

They have a book club, Ron’s favorite genre is a mix between really cheesy badly written romances and westerns, Harry’s favorite genre is murder mysteries and philosophy, funnily enough, Hermione doesn’t like murder mysteries because she guesses the plot/plot twists and they’re always correct, she usually only reads non-fiction but she occasionally likes accurate science fiction and she also enjoys biographies.

Hermione once sat them down to watch a bunch of muggle movies, some Harry recognized, while Ron was just utterly entranced by the television, occasionally shaking Harry’s shoulder when something happened on screen.

While Hermione was finishing her seventh/ “eighth” year she was sent at LEAST ten letters DAILY, from both Ron and Harry.

They shared an apartment for like two years and would quiet often all sleep in the same bed.

That habit followed them into adulthood, and they occasionally sleep in the same bed.

Both Harry and Ron, along with Ginny, will flaunt Hermione being the minister, often.

Harry has forced the other two to rewatch every Star Wars movie, more than ten times.

Ron and Hermione broke up one time in their relationship and Harry was more distraught than both of them combined.

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gl1tch3doracle · 5 months

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ twilight showers ˖ ࣪⊹

First oneshot, so ofc I had to do the queen of cool herself, Quanxi. I'm absolutely weak for this woman.

➸ Quanxi + !Fem!Reader

➸ Word count; 2,093 words,

➸ Y'know, probably set sometime during part 2, but I wouldn't know when. No major spoilers aside from the fiends.

➸ No content warnings either. Just some hurt/comfort ♡ (Although I would say it's been a little while since I've written something, so it might be a little wonky 'cause I'm rusty). Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!

Night befallen - Twinkling lights across a rather solemn concrete jungle, all blurred by the flurry of raindrops pinstriping against a benumbing glass pane. From up in your apartment, it all seemed like a well-put-together maze of harrowing misfortunes that seemed to follow almost every citizen of Kyoto. Somewhere down there was a family ruined by a devil attack, a partner mourning their lost loved one, children crying because their friends had been ripped away without explanation. All events that could happen to you at a moment's notice - The coin could flip and land heads up, and it would be lights out before you might even notice.

That was a thought that occasionally tickled your brain. Every few weeks or so, most likely foretold by a day's event. It could've been a devil attack that jostled your mind - or even just a shitty day at work. It always came at night specifically, though, which was absolutely perfect when you were trying to get to sleep.

It was sad to think about, the way people's lives were cut clean on such short notice, which is why you tried not to do that all too often. That wasn't as easy as it sounded, especially when, unlike the others who had to live with their chosen reality, you were pretty safe and well-off all things considered. It manifested in a welt of guilt swelling in your chest, and that was the reason when night fell like it had fallen all those times before, you still slept on and off, swaddled up in your bed.

No nightmares plagued you and no misfortune befell you, because you were wholly safe - Especially when you were wrapped in the arms of your girlfriend. Someone would have to be an idiot to attempt on your life; Devil, human or fiend, it didn't matter, because Quanxi would cut them down with scary proficiency like she'd done so many times in the past.

That was most nights, anyway. The warm feeling of safety and Quanxi would not lull you to sleep tonight. The bed was empty and cold, blankets strewn over the edge, pillows tossed and tucked under your head and over your arm. It wasn't that rare for Quanxi to be stuck deep in the alleyways working, but it didn't make you feel any less lonely.

Outside, the storm grew heavier. The windows rattled.

Every time the rain stuck your window, every time the wind pulled against the structure of your building, every time a piercing howl or screech cut through the veil, you felt yourself flinch into the comfort of your plush duvet. You were safe, that you knew, but it was an instinct in every human to fear devils or something. At least, it felt instinctual for you, because being scared of creatures and beings that craved your pain sort've felt natural.

Although, among the melody of the stormed city, there was another sound hidden amongst all the others. Beyond the furious tapping of the rain, the whirling of the wind, the honks of traffic and whatever far-away noises plagued the world surrounding you, there was one, tiny, sharp sound that ricocheted in your ears. It would've been so easy to miss it, and yet you couldn't help but zero in on it like a homing beacon.

Like the sound of a bird tapping curiously at the glass, similar to a singular dense raindrop pattering against the frame or the friendly waving of your houseplants' leaves drawn to the beaming sun.

Or, even perhaps, if you stretched the idea far enough, like an arrowhead plinking against rain-pattered glass.

You chuckled. That thought was a bit overly specific, although not for lack of reason. However, if it was the arrowhead, it was better to go check, just to make sure.

The floor was startlingly cold underneath your bare feet, enough to make you wince, but not enough to send you back under your blankets. The window wasn't far, after all, a few paces to your left. You could already see her figure staunchly squatted on the windowsill, her back to the wind with her hair whipped back and forth.

Quanxi was without her swords, clean of blood and grime but drenched from head to toe from the storm.

You yawned and cracked open the window, letting her slink silently, almost peacefully, from the rugged weather outside into the comfort of your twilight bedroom.

"Quanxi?" Her name was soft on your lips. She stilled in front of you, mouth drawn into a thin line, twitched downward at the corners. She was an enigma, one you were slowly unwrapping and figuring out for yourself. A mystery that only let her guard for one person, and that one person was you.

She didn't say anything, only shrugged off her suit jacket and wrapped her cold, muscled arms around you, tugging you into an embrace that smelled strongly of men's cologne - Cedar and cashmere, underlined by a tinge of bloody iron and sharp rain. The way she twitched softly, fingers digging inwards as she tugged you closer, twining them into your hair as she sweetly kissed your forehead. Protective, anxious, almost lost seaming.

Also, as you may've mentioned, she was thoroughly drenched - Carrying a sheen of rain, heavy enough to dampen your clothes and chill your skin as well. Usually, you would've laughed at the action, maybe called her silly as she rolled her eyes playfully, cracking a rare smile. But tonight was not the night, tinged with sadness and longing. It was a sense in her eye, and in the way she held you so close and dear to her heart, literally and metaphorically.

You sighed and kissed whatever part of her you could reach - Cold skin dappled with raindrops. Quanxi sighed softly, melting ever so slightly as the heat from your love and the room thawed her bones.

"Go have a shower," You murmured into her. Quanxi grunted.

"Don't wanna." You rolled your eyes and gently shoved her in the direction of your bathroom. She battered her eyelashes at you, pursed her lips and set you with a look that would've made you shake if it weren't for the emphasised pout she gave you.

"You're freezing. Go have a shower," You pointed accusingly at her, which prompted nothing more than a quirked eyebrow. A part of you was more than glad that Quanxi was home again, but another, more tired part of you didn't want to deal with her stubbornness at one in the morning.

"You are not getting in that bed freezing cold and wet," You didn't wait for her to respond, verbally or otherwise, and instead returned to the lukewarm embrace of your bed and blankets. The almost silent pattering of Quanxi's footsteps out of the bedroom, echoing into the bathroom. The spattering of shower water followed soon after, steam billowing out from the door and spilling into the hallway.

You sniffled and rolled over, burrowing your face into the nearest pillow. Time seemed like an infallible concept as you listened to the sounds of rapid water showering across tiles. The repetitive lapping sound filled your senses, a subtle humidity filled the apartment, scents of soap and petrichor pleasantly swarmed your nose. The minutes slipped through your fingers, metaphorically, sleep weighing on your eyelids. You blinked, and it seemed in a moment Quanxi had re-entered the room with a slicked-back mess of wet silver atop her head and a towel in hand.

She blinked once and held out the towel in a silent question. You yawned and slid out of bed a second time that night, following your girlfriend into the bathroom.

Resting in front of the mirror, Quanxi closed her eye in contentment as you worked the water from her hair, patting it down to get the most of the water out. That itself was no easy feat, so, being as tired as you were, you whipped out the hairdryer. It was a loud, ebbing sound in your ears, but you couldn't give a crap as you watched the stress slowly seep from the muscles in Quanxi's shoulders.

"How often do you brush your hair?" You murmured against the back of her head. The brush in your hand was snagged against another knot. If Quanxi heard your question, she didn't make any motion that she would answer it - Instead, her fingers traced over the lace of her favourite choker. Even as you worked the kinks out of her hair, smoothing her silver locks till they were smooth and dry enough that your pillows wouldn't be wet in the morning, you couldn't help but notice that her attention would never drift from the fabric.

Hair dried, Quanxi insisted she would be fine to just slip into some pyjamas. You pointedly didn't point out the gooseflesh skittering up and down her arms and instead kissed her behind her ear before leaving for the bedroom for what you hoped was the last time.

The bed was cold. You sniffled and sighed, pulling the blankets over your head as you scavenged together the various pillows that had been tossed all over the bed. You only resurfaced once the click of the bedroom door opening resounded throughout the otherwise pin-drop silence, Quanxi silently walked in afterwards.

Her shoulders were bare, the only part that way highlighted by the sliver of moonlight escaping through the tumultuous clouds. She cast a look in your direction, eyepatch now removed. You didn't even flinch at the empty hole in her face, but rather, your eyes were drawn to the lace collar still firmly twined around her neck.

Quanxi seemed off. Her fingers brushed slowly over the lace as she pulled a shirt over her head.

"Do you miss them?" You'd spent enough time just watching her, listening to the sounds Quanxi made and studying the way she worked. You could tell when she was disheartened, sad even, in the most minuscule meaning of the word. Even if it did feel like a stab in the dark, the moment she stilled for more than a second settled your thoughts.

"Sometimes. Yes," Quanxi finished getting dressed, suddenly seeming a lot smaller without her loose ponytail. Silver cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, tangled and shining as she shimmied into bed next to you.

You knew about her fiends. They all were important to Quanxi, held near and dear in her heart, especially in death. You'd never met them, but you had no qualms with Quanxi keeping a few pictures on hand (and in your apartment). Perhaps in another life, you would've lived side by side with them, all a part of Quanxi's little self-made family. Your big bed certainly would've been useful in that case, six warm bodies all snuggled up under the blankets on a night like tonight.

As selfish and greedy as it sounded, there was a little part of you that was happy to have Quanxi all to yourself. Still, you just gave her a small smile, tired, and pulled her into your embrace.

Quanxi didn't cry. You didn't think anything in this world could make Quanxi cry, but she was shaking. Small, violent tremors that you wouldn't have felt if it weren't for the fact she was pressed against the pulse point in your neck. Your arms circled her neck, loosely looped around her warmth as your wrists rested gently against the cloth of her choker - A sensation that made your skin itchy, but, with your girlfriend planted firmly in your embrace, you were not willing to move a muscle. It was a rarity that Quanxi let you hold her so openly, so closely, her face pressed against you in such a manner your legs had to tangle together underneath the sheets.

Her breaths rolled over you in uneven puffs, heat against your skin in a way that pleasantly tingled and instilled a feeling of drowsiness. It was peaceful, in a sense of the word, and you were more than willing to let sleep take you. Nestled up against her, head held carefully in your arms with her warmth a constant ebb and flow against the biting chill outside, you couldn't help but answer the lulling call of sleep.

Quanxi pursed her lips, feeling your breath even out below her ear. It felt comfortable, soothing even. Although she knew she wouldn't sleep tonight (she hardly ever did anymore), spending the time listening to the rain outside, the pulsing of your heart all while she tried to bury the memories of her past deep within her subconscious.

#quanxi x reader #quanxi #csm quanxi #x reader #csm #chainsaw man x reader #wlw #wlw x reader #lesbians #give quanxi the soft love she deserves #i really think she needs a hug

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hyperfixatedfandomer · 7 months

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Dude what if richter accidentally called olrox dad or papa while thanking him for something b/c was so excited and didn’t notice but Olrox…Olrox definitely did

(Young Richter gets captured by Olrox as revenge: a bittersweet found family AU introduction post)

I need to work on the nightmare drabble but these other prompts I’m getting are just so silly 🤭🥹 however I ask you to forgive me bc I took a little bit of creative liberty with the prompt.

“And then she pounced on me like-like a blood-drinking jaguar BUT I dodged it AGAIN!” Richter exclaimed, his eyes burning like stars as he went on and on about his "epic battle" with a low-rank vampire that tried to feed on him when the boy went to find a restroom in the restaurant he and his captor temporary guardian fiend at. Despite the late hour, Olrox, still inwardly shaken at the encounter he missed, was close to blinded by the pride Richter displayed.

“—So she bounced off the wall and hissed and I was like "it’s over, old hag!" And-papá, are you not listening!?” Richie tugged on his frilled sleeve.

“Yes, right, of co…”

Did he just…

He couldn’t…

Richter went on as before, obviously missing the word he uttered, while Olrox felt like the entire reality had crumbled and rebuilt himself around him. This was a different world than one moment ago, and Belmont’s voice was as clear as a chime when he said it. There was no possibility that Olrox had simply deluded himself. The title hung in the air, light as a feather, and so very right.

The Aztec had to bring a hand up to his chest to ensure his heart didn’t start beating again. Is this what being a parent felt like? Is this what a child’s affection felt like? The sheer warmth and light it injected into his soul almost terrified him. This kind of love was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, given by a boy in a moment of vulnerability, and with no backhanded motifs. Pure.

Purity that Juliet Belmont did not deserve. For a second, Olrox couldn’t help but felt vindictively happy that his lover’s murderer will never get to see Richter again. This was all her doing. Maybe she’ll think twice before cracking her whip again.

He then barely held back a giggle at the word itself. Richie wasn’t the type of a spoiled noble to use words like “mama” and “papa”, but spending every other day around immortals must have influenced him. Not that he minded.

“And then I scorched her!!” Richter declared, a proud smile on his face. “All in my own! In your face!!” He too ma deep breath, ending his rant.

His cockiness however, evaporated at Olrox’s expression. He looked at him with no condescension in sight, only pure pride and happiness. It felt so genuine, so loving, that Belmont turned bashful for a moment, not knowing what to do next.

And it seemed like he didn’t have to, for Olrox got on one knee in front of him and did what Richter two months ago would have undoubtedly set him on fire for. A hug.

He fell just a little limp in it.

“You did great, Richter.” The man spoke softly. “I expected no less from a Belmont.” He then pulled away. “But let’s not test your luck next time. If there is any danger on the horizon, you call me.”

“Yeah yeah I know…” Richie rolled his eyes and smirked, before his face slowly grew blank.

A silence fell between the two, and Olrox felt confused as to why, but then saw Belmont’s entire face grow as red as a freshly caught lobster.

Oh.

Brought down from the high of the fight, poor thing must have caught on to what he said a minute prior, and seeing the gears turning in his head, Olrox had to bring a palm over his mouth to muffle the wheeze that escaped him.

“I….I-I did not mean that.”

“Uh huh.”

“I didn’t.”

“Right.”

“I hate you.”

“Sure you do.” Olrox choked through the chuckles, clearly not believing a single word Richter said.

#castlevania #castlevania nocturne #castlevania netflix #castlevania richter #nocturne richter #richter belmont #castlevania olrox #nocturne olrox #Olrox #olrox/mizrak

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cheerycherrycandy-resurrected · 5 months

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Blondes Have More Fun

Notes app idea: "Dewdrop, Cumulus and Sunshine as the biggest troublemakers at the Abbey, and also the worst drain-cloggers. Swiss calls them the dumb blonde brigade one day, and they cock-block him for week."

Chapter 1/2 wc: 1491/? Rating: M (eventually)

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Without any exaggeration, they were menaces. To everyone in the Abbey, ghoul or otherwise, Dewdrop, Cumulus and Sunshine were the closest things to demons raised from the pits that they were supposed to be. Not evil by any means, but the trio of ghouls still took pleasure in making the lives of everyone around them just a little bit less convenient every day.

Dewdrop was summoned first, a well-mannered water ghoul albeit with an independent streak a mile wide. He hadn’t caused any problems until his elemental transition, but the Dewdrop of before and after was like day to night. Gone was the little ghoul, who gently teased his packmates and ended every conflict with a hug, and here to stay was an infernal fiend with the desire to make the Ministry pay for all the pain they had caused him and his pack. He had started off strong, “testing” his new elemental abilities by melting through the water pipes directly above Imperator’s office, and setting fire to a closet of antique vestments.

Cumulus was summoned next, alongside her Mate, Cirrus. While both ghoulettes had quickly established themselves as sociable and friendly presences amongst their packmates, Cumulus was far less concerned with ensuring order in the den and far more interested in enjoying every second of her time topside. Unlike Dewdrop, Cumulus was well-liked by the Siblings of Sin. This was mostly due to her incredible light-fingeredness, and subsequent generosity, when it came to the Abbey’s liquor supply. She had quicky formed a close bond with Dewdrop, the pair ensuring their packmates stayed on their toes.

Sunshine was also quick to embrace their mischief-making. She arrived in a burning flash of light, and her presence continued to be as dazzling ever since, bringing an unbridled joy for life to the pack not seen since before the banishings. Immediately latching on to Cumulus and Dewdrop, the pair took upon themselves to unlock the full potential of their new protégé.

The little trio of ghouls had made it their goal to sow chaos throughout the Abbey by any means necessary. Much of the time this was as simple as trying to spook new Siblings from dark recesses within the cloisters, eyes glowing menacingly from inside black robes. They had branched out into more elaborate pranks however as their positions became more secure after Copia’s first, hugely successful, tour as Papa Emeritus IV.

Leaping out from dark corners had turned into staging hunts of Siblings through the grounds, causing senior clergy to tear their hair out in frustration as they struggled to identify the culprit behind the latest terrified wreck of a Sibling. Aether had obviously suspected them, and had tried having stern words about filling the infirmary with unnecessarily scared humans, but to no avail.

When it came to their Papa, they could have gotten away with actual murder if they wanted, one of them only had to bat their eyelashes to achieve forgiveness. Dewdrop had delivered a perfect masterclass in this after Copia tried to reprimand him for switching the goats blood and red wine for Black Mass. He had ended up with a larger recreation budget for the pack, and an apology for not better understanding the emotional needs of his ghouls.

But mostly, the three ghouls liked to prank their own packmates. They had started with an easy target: Rain and his quasi-religious beauty routine. The triple-threat of kool-aid in his shower head, switching his lotion with mayonnaise, and putting popping candy in his exfoliant had landed them a stern talking to from Mountain while the irate, pink-tinged water ghoul had glowered at them, his mayonnaise-scented tail lashing angrily behind him.

After they got yelled at by an exasperated Cirrus for once again clogging the plumbing in the ghoul wing (“It’s got to be one of you three, I’ve been scraping blond hairs out of the pipes all morning!”) following a long morning – and afternoon – of plotting in the giant shared bathing pool, they had switched Cirrus’s boots for an old pair of Sunny’s, the size difference just enough to cause her some mild discomfort and ensure she moved at half-speed all day and hampering her usual military efficiency.

The final straw for Swiss came one day after a whole evening of extra cleaning duty due to someone rubbing soap along one of the corridor floors, causing a five-sibling pileup. He returned to the den to settle down for the night and watch a nature documentary with Phantom, one of their favourite little routines.

“Which one do you want tonight Starburst?” he asked, crawling into the pile of blankets Phantom had arranged on the bed.

“Can we watch one on Eevees?” Phantom asked, gesturing to the cartoon creatures emblazoned on one of the blankets in the heap.

“You mean the Pokémon?” Swiss asked cautiously.

“Yeah, Rain was telling me all about how the different types evolved, how they all have different elements like us!”, Phantom looked up at Swiss, wide violet eyes gleaming with interest.

“Bug, I’m not sure there’s a documentary on them, seeing as they’re not real…”

Phantom sat up straight, turning their whole body to look at Swiss in horror. “What do you mean, not real? The others said…” they trailed off, looking at Swiss like he’d kicked a puppy. Swiss could see the hurt flashing behind their violet eyes, and shook his head gently. Phantom was well known to be the most gullible ghoul in the pack, probably in the Abbey, and Swiss knew how insecure they were about it.

“They did?” Swiss growled. “I’ll be right back Buggy, just going to get us some snacks.”

Swiss stormed off to the den where he was sure he would find the reason(s) for this latest miscommunication. He threw open the door, and found his three main suspects lolling across a sofa, all as high as kites.

“Heey Swissy, come to join us?” slurred Cumulus, almost falling off of the sofa as she waved too enthusiastically at him.

“Yeah, we’ve set Mount’s phone to correct “ok” to “yes Daddy” and he’s trying to text Copia in the group chat!” giggled Dew, his bloodshot eyes full of tears of laughter at their latest escapade.

Swiss was not in the mood.

“Which one of you fuckers told Phantom Pokémon were real?” he snarled, “It sure as hell wasn’t Rain, and you three are all perfectly aware that they’ll still believe anything you tell them, like that time you told them hot dogs were made of real dogs, or that time you said birds weren’t real, or–”

“Ooo who told them they weren’t?” interrupted Sunshine with a slight hiccup, before Swiss rounded his fiery gaze on her.

“I just did. And now they’re upset and embarrassed again, and it’s all you fault!”

He stomped over to the kitchenette, and wrenched open the door of the snack cupboard. At least he could bring Phantom some of their favourite m&m cookies.

And of course, they were gone. There on the coffee table, along with the remains of the rest of the trio’s haul, was the empty packaging.

“Oh for–” Swiss was close to tearing his hair out in frustration. Trying to argue with these three when they were stoned was like debating a brick wall. “Look, I don’t care if you think this funny, the rest of the pack and the whole Abbey is getting pretty fed up with the Dumb Blonde Brigade. You’ll get yourselves shipped off to the pits if you keep acting like this!”

“What did you call us?!” Dew hissed, stumbling blearily to his feet, “The Dumb Blonde Brigade?”

Swiss folded his arms in front of his chest, as Dew lurched towards him, pulling himself up to his full height, eyes just about level with Swiss’s chin.

“Yes, big guy?” Swiss smirked down at him. Dew crossed his arms, matching Swiss’s stance, and puffed out his chest.

“You’re gonna regret calling us that.” Dew informed him, raising his chin defiantly. Swiss watched his bloodshot eyes drift in and out of focus.

“You tell him, baby!” Cumulus hollered from the couch, before falling back against Sunshine in another fit of giggles.

“Sure I’ll regret it. Probably not as much as you’ll regret stealing Mount’s good stash when he catches you though.”

Swiss turned on his heel and stalked out of the den before waiting for a reply, the jeering of the other three ghouls following him down the corridor.

He re-entered his room, plastered a smile onto his face, and focused on taking deep breaths to calm down so the anger rolling off him in waves didn’t upset Phantom’s delicate Quintessence senses.

“Sorry Bug, we’re all out of cookies. I swiped us this though?” Swiss brandished a pre-roll he’d pilfered from under the noses of the others. “What say we find an episode about one of Rain’s fucked-up underwater cousins and smoke this ‘til the walls start breathing?"

#I wrote the majority of this in the company of a bottle of wine and no amount of editing is going to change that sorry.#tiny reference to murder ghouls if you hate that kinda thing (no actual harm is ever done)#chapter 2 whenever I find the will to finish it #em writes #they/them phantom #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #phantom ghoul #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #the band ghost fanfiction

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navvyu · 11 months

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An: Thanks for requesting! this definitely took longer than i thought it would, kinda rushed so it might be trash. also i had to rewrite lilia's like 3 times bc im horrible at writing him lmao 〒▽〒

Vice-Housewardens with a yandere! Male! Reader pt 2

*Not beta read

part one here!

Warnings: implied stalking, implied murder/violence, creepy behavior(?), kidnapping (all by reader)

Includes: Trey, ruggie, jade, Jamil, rook, lilia

Trey

Trey definitely felt something to be off, but he really didn't know how to deal with it

though it was good that his dorm members weren't causing such a fuss all the time, it was concerning that the more problematic students seemed to disappear out of thin air

be started to get worried for his doommates so he intended to be around them more but it was just making the situation worse

so he did what he thought was logical, he pushed other people away to see if students would start disappearing, it ultimately lead up to him being captured though

trey attempted to try and manipulate you, failing miserably

overall he doesn't try very hard to escape but he still tries every now and again

Ruggie

ruggie, being who he is was a bit confused upon finding fresh food left at his doorstep...multiple times.... in one day

thought it was incredibly odd, he greatly took the food

and the (seemingly) last dish of the day add an odd taste and it made him light headed

when held in captivity, it depends on how you treat him.

if you treat him well (lots of food, heating & cooling, etc) he would be less inclined to escape

but if you are rougher with him, he'll try to escape almost immediately

either way he wouldn't be afraid to bite or scratch at you

he would never once stop trying to escape, but his attempts got a lot more spaced out

"Won't you let me go? Ive got places to be!"

Jade

jade originally somehow didn't notice anything amiss at first, he was just happy finding that his terrariums were thriving more than usual and floyd was othering him less

but eventually he picked up on some... odd behaviours

so he attempted to launch his own "private" investigation, wich made it increasingly easy to obtain him

depending on if you give jade a water container or not,

A) If you have a water container he would constantly be banging on the glass or trying to break it

B) If you don't have a water container he would try and bite you or hit you, he would also refuse to drink potions that let him keep his human form

though Jade is persistent, he could live alone and not bother you but he will try and be as big an inconvenience as possible

"You are honestly so disgusting, you fiend."

Jamil

jamil immediately noticed changing behaviour of his dormembers, along with somebody watching him almost every hour of the day

jamil was constantly on guard at all hours of the day, but he noticed that the feeling of being watched disappeared when he was near you so he absentmindedly gravitated towards you (it made it alot more easy to corner him)

in captivity Jamil is aggressive both physically and verbally

he is constantly trying to escape no matter how long he's with you (unless if you mentally break him, but thats gonna take a while...)

he may lay off more physically later but he wont stop insulting you as long as he can talk

"Your a person. How could you do this?"

Rook

rook, though an adept hunter, could not for the life of him pinpoint who was constantly watching him

even if he was aware of somebody obsessively stalking him, he didn't know if it was out of hatred or love, so he was often on guard

it was hard trying to get rook into captivity, but eventually you can lure him away from other people and knock him out

while under your 'care', he'd try to convince you he's trust worthy enough for you to let him go

rook often attempts to persuade you to do something so he can get an opening to attack or harm you

eventually he turns to insulting you to see how far your willing to go

rook ends up just shutting up and refusing to talk, eat, drink water, and other necessary things

"I hope you succumb to death, so i wont have to deal with your cruelty."

Lilia

lilia was definitely hurt when diasomnia members started avoiding him out of the blue

but at least some of the kids were more willing to try his food!

was definitely one of the harder people to capture and contain due to his hyperness

lilia doesn't like being confined, so he'd try and escape often

since lilia has probably been in a situation similar to this, it'd be VERY hard to keep him contained but if you somehow were able to; he would constantly be trying to escape wither you were there or not

he truly never gives up on trying to escape, but he mellows out and just watches you everytime your near him

"..."

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optimisticstudentangel · 11 months

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Heart to heart

Warnings: yanderish Simeon, you die like lilith, no happy ending, Simeon eats you.

Summary: It seems like Simeon hides his true desires about you behind of his sweet facade

People are always taught that their thoughts should be as clear and transparent as a trickle. It's so depressing. Since childhood, you hear everyone saying that you have to be the right person. But are those people who love to point out your mistakes to you so much and to moralize you, are they any better?

This is a paradox. In fact, they are much worse than you, nothing will help their rotten heart anymore. But instead of admitting it, they peck and poke at you. Society can be so terrible...

But you weren't alone in this situation. Angels also often meet such vile judgments, In their world it is sometimes scarier and at times more disgusting. It's hard to believe, wasn't God supposed to make his fellow sons perfect? So that they are blameless, forgiving beings?

But no. Angels can behave worse than demons. They can be just as sadistic. They don't have the same horns or sharp claws as the fiend, but they don't need extra limbs to hurt anyone. They can do it without it...

What is scariest of all, they will be bully with an innocent smile on their face, as if what they are doing is too ordinary. The angels will cover themselves with their holy name, wounding you deeper and deeper.

Of course, you didn't realize it right away. The understanding came too late when you were deeply entwined in the networks of the lodge of one comely angel. He skillfully manipulated your mind, as if it was not difficult at all. It was a game of chess where all the moves of your opponent were calculated for several steps forward. No matter how hard you tried to change the course of action, one result would be waiting for you. Loss…

- Hmm, good luck another time! Simeon said with a certain arrogance. His eyes narrowed slyly, and a childish smile spread all over his face. He was so happy that you couldn't be mad at him, much less hold a grudge.

- Well, do you remember what we agreed on? The winner has the opportunity to demand a wish from the loser! I'm so glad," the angel said.

- There's nothing to be done. What do you want, Simeon? - you asked.

After a little thought, the angel blurted out: "Your heart!", His answer confused you. He was such a seducer, and the rarest one at that. Your cheeks turned pink, and your eyes were fixed on his expression.

Again it's an "innocent smile". And you're sure what Simeon says must be from the bottom of his heart, aren't you? You smile, a feeling of small anxiety appears in your stomach, but you throw it off on the butterflies that were born because of Simeon's pleasant words.

- How can I refuse such an offer? - you asked rhetorically. The angel smiled even harder. He came up to you and hugged you. His strong arms gently enveloped your body, you felt the warmth radiating from him. Hugging Simeon is so nice, you've never felt so calm and safe before.

- Now your heart belongs to me -the angel whispered softly, one of Simeon's hands touched the place where your heart was. "How melodiously it beats, I would only listen to the beat of your heart. Can I kiss you? I want it to beat harder and louder," the angel asked.

- of course.. - you answered.

His lips gently touched yours, you felt so light, as if his kiss took away everything bad and negative from you. Instead of these feelings, he filled you with something airy and unearthly.

The kiss was very gentle and kind of timid, as if he didn't want to put too much pressure on you. Recoiling from you, he touched you again to your heart.

"I'm glad... Haha, I caused your strong heartbeat."

Simeon was a wonderful boyfriend, People envied you, the two of you were the discussion of the whole RAD. But your lover started behaving strangely. You should have opened your eyes to his unusual behavior before it's too late.

He started insisting that you start going through some religious practices. Every day you had to get up earlier in the morning and pray for three hours. All this time Simeon has not taken his eyes off you, correcting you on your mistakes.

- Little lamb, I don't feel your efforts. You'll have to start over," the angel said coldly.

If you refused to listen to Simeon, the angel began to take equal punishments towards you. Each time they became tougher, it could come to the whip. After all these punishments and tortures, the angel seemed to turn back into a "good" part of himself. He asked you for forgiveness, explaining that he did not do it out of malice.

- My dear, I do not know what came over me. But you have to understand, it's for your own good - the angel began to appease you with his attention and care. He tried to redeem himself by giving you gifts.

And at the very end, he pressed his ear to your heart. It was kind of the end of your day. He whispered to you about how clever you are and that he is very grateful that you are always on his side.

The creepy thing was that Simeon always needed to check that your heart was still pounding. Sometimes you got the feeling that he valued your heart much more than you as a whole.

And you weren't wrong. One evening you got the answer to the question that you were afraid of openly asking an angel.

There was no one in the hall.

You locked yourself in Simeon's room and didn't let him in, he was angry because you didn't agree to let him "cleanse your soul." The angel was pulling the door handle hard, just a little more and he would break it.

You closed your eyes and backed away.

A second later, Simeon broke down the door, you didn't see it, but if you opened your eyes and looked in his direction, you would see your boyfriend's crazy grimace.

"MC, you didn't behave very well, my dear, It's time to pay for mistakes," his face twisted into a terrifying smile. Simeon pushed you to the ground so that you wouldn't get up and sat over your figure. His hand stopped at the base of your heart. It was there for a while, and a second later he plunged it into your chest. Blood spurted out of you in an instant, some drops fell on Simeon's face. A quiet laugh came out of him and he smiled like a little child and said: "Your heart is mine! Do you understand what I mean now?"

- I've always wanted to try this delicacy, but if I ate it right away, I wouldn't get any pleasure. That's why I worked on you and your heart so that it would be soaked with my love and become tastier," the angel began to explain. "Besides, it was necessary to make a cleansing, otherwise, eating your heart, I would have felt the taste of all the sins you committed" - with these words, the angel made several bites.

- Mmm, really great, - stroking your cheek, he thanked you. The angel, still sitting on you, slowly savored your taste, murmuring compliments to your heart. The life in your eyes began to fade slowly, and the color of your skin changed.

Having finally eaten your heart to the end, the angel kissed your forehead, saying the last: "thank you"

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me scenarios #obey me simeon #simeon x reader #simeon x mc #simeon x you #yandere #yandere simeon #simeon cult

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For Fellow and Comrade... Are those two permanent party or they kinda come and go compared to the main Mimic Trio? The Clock Mimic strikes me as way more aloof, especially given the fact they feed on life-force and might wanna spare the human from having their vitality drained

I would say they are permanent, but situational. Fellow is sensitive to light, not in a vampire way but more in a photosensitive way, and lives primarily underground. Being underground since birth, Fellow prefers darkness and will start to feel pain if exposed to sunlight for too long, usually 30 minutes to within 2 hours depending on weather. However, he can walk above ground while it's very overcast, raining, or if it's dusk or night. So he'll be seen less often because of those restrictions. But don't worry, he pays attention and may even follow the human's pack underground for added unexpected backup if things go wrong. He appears just often enough to make the human happy and Pal ecstatic to see his childhood friend above ground. He'll even appear to help on missions that involve counterattacks, digging, and underground spying/scoping. He tries to help the alliance and the human's pack, despite his limitations and inability to communicate effectively. It won't stop him from trying, though! Comrade is even more elusive and aloof than Fiend. The human doesn't even know where he lives or what he does in his spare time. He speaks like an educated scholar, but with a bit of attitude/dissociation. The human only ever runs into him when they are usually alone and away from the alliance, whom he tries to avoid. He also changes feeding grounds a lot, so the human can only surmise that he may be nomadic...then again...his incredible speed may make those trips absolutely trivial. He also puts his hands into his "pockets" to avoid touching the human, as his claws are his feeding apparatus and accidental touching can drain some of the human's vitality, but not as nearly as much as if he was actively hunting. So he keeps to himself. Easily the most difficult to get close to and he refuses to live within the bases of the alliance. Preferring to keep his own personal dwelling a secret. He's pretty tight-lipped about his species and doesn't mention his family or if he has a pack of his own. He just ignores the question when asked. However, the human is determined to get him to be friendlier...and maybe that's why he likes them so much. (So when peeps say "mimics", I usually only assume the main trio of mimics. As one will have to ask about the multiverse variants for them to be included. They'll also have to be seperate for length reasons, lmao.)

#zee-werecat #haxorus imp #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy #cosmica-galaxy #skibidi tag #skibidi toilet mimic #skibidi mimic

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fascinatedhelix · 10 months

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Okay, so I got inspired by this post by @skylinx2o some time ago, and wound up spiraling into making a whole OC and AU out of it. Close ups of the different drawings and their explanations (numbered in chronological order) are below the cut:

This is Cassidy/Arra/Artara. She is our unlucky isekai protagonist. She was just kind of a regular lore fiend with little going on in life before getting ganked by some unknown force and turned into something cat-adjacent. At least, whatever passes for a cat on Spherus Magna; cats don't have metal bones, teeth, and claws.

She's got the Hordika brain problem, hence a lot of the catlike mannerisms. Very helpful when it comes to survival and flying under the Makuta's radar, but also really embarrassing.

#1 is our focal character, freshly fished out of Aqua Magna by Gali during one of her routine swims around Mata Nui.

This is the face of someone who has not only been thrust into an alien world out of nowhere, but got turned into some kind of beast in the process.

The Ga-Matoran presume her to be just another weird Rahi, and let her bum around the village for a while as she recovers. If there is any advantage to be had as a cat, it was that Matoran have little desensitization to fluffy things, so weaseling a free fish or two was pretty easy.

#2 features Arra catching her lucky break, moving to Ko-koro to live with Matoro.

Her attempts at learning the local language lead her to repeat words and phrases she hears from the Matoran. Tagging along for the Kolhii tournament, she repeats Takua's name following Jaller, and Takua delightedly named her "Arra," meaning "echo."

They wind up dropping her off at Ko-koro during the search for the Toa of Light, as they figured things would be a little too dangerous for a soft little Rahi like herself to tag along any further. Matoro takes her in as a companion, figuring that a warm fluffy Rahi like herself would be good for Nuju's sleep troubles.

He winds up taking her with him to Ko-metru following the migration back into the GSR, and they live happily together for many months, up until he gets a visit from Jaller and she realizes what comes next. She tries to warn him about Voya Nui, but learning how to put together a full sentence from just a few months of observation is beyond difficult, and he simply promises to bring back some dried fish when he returns, leaving her in the care of Nuju.

She would never see her friend again.

#3 shows Arra's less than eager reaction to being approached by the Order of Mata Nui. After a struggle, she is locked in a basket and brought to Daxia by force.

The Order has eyes everywhere, and a future-predicting Rahi just running around would screw up a lot of their plans, so Helryx ordered her capture.

Like, Arra understands the motivations, but at first she thought she was getting kidnapped by the Dark Hunters. It's at this point she learns her claws are properly metallic, scratching the shit out of her captor.

#4 shows Arra with Helryx. Upon being kidnapped by the Order for future prediction crimes, Arra's presented a choice: either join the Order as an informant, or be its prisoner. She picks the former.

Helryx commissions a translation collar from Artahka to allow for ease of communication, after realizing that the critter barely speaks any Matoran. Once that's squared away, Arra tells her everything. I do mean everything.

This information goes forward to prevent a lot of unnecessary deaths over the course of the story, and prepare the Order for the epic shitshow destined to take place later on. In the mean time, though, Arra winds up getting a little side job as Daxia's resident therapy cat. They need a lot of therapy.

Arra's particularly fond of Axonn as a perch, but Helryx herself tolerates Arra's shenanigans during meetings.

#5 is Artara enjoying head pats from Lewa.

Might've mixed up the timeline a little, but then again, he'd probably pat her with or without the collar. He seems like the kind of person who'd gush over a "tiny Muaka."

This sketch was originally Axonn's hand, but I realized his hand would be way bigger relative to her body, so I modified it to look more normal. Axonn could probably hold her like a baseball.

Artara's the nickname she gets during more "formal" occasions, when acting as an agent of the Order of Mata Nui (albeit mostly as an advisor). Up until the epic giant robot showdown, she's working with Helryx and the others to minimize the casualties when Makuta ultimately falls.

After that... well, Helryx starts giving her a little more freedom. Artara's told her already that her knowledge cuts off after a certain point, and with the Order's psychic protection training she's far less vulnerable to mental incursion than would be a serious risk.

Arra only really asks for one thing once things have settled down some: to see the Mask of Life. "Not to touch it, obviously, I don't want to get cursed."

#6 showcases Artara's Agori form, attained after the Order of Mata Nui retrieves the Mask of Life and allows her to see it.

Originally, she went in with the intention of saying her goodbyes to Matoro, seeing the Mask as his grave in an odd sense. But as she rambles mournfully, she expresses frustration at her situation. She has lost her ability to communicate without an aid that can be taken away at the will of its donor, she can't even hold a stylus for herself, and worst yet she can't even cry for her friend.

It's at that moment Mata Nui decides to remind everyone that he can still hear them, and temporarily reforms to have a chat.

As it turns out, the Mask of Life was what turned her into a lybik (the Spherus Magnan cat species), during its escapades clinging to the back of Vezon's head. An unexpected portal, probably having something to do with Brutaka's broken Olmak, spat out a being very high in the air that the Mask knew would not survive the fall. So, it turned the being into something that would survive. Only, it got sidetracked looking for a new host, getting chased by the Piraka, Teridax's scheming, and all that other stuff, so it never had the chance to follow up with the mysterious outlier.

Until now.

Mata Nui admits he cannot send her home, and it'd be a bad idea to turn her back into a human. From what he can tell using the Ignika's power, her old form would likely collapse into a broken mess due to the planet's higher gravity. But, he points out, he can give her something that works just as well, and brings her up to touch the mask...

And as the light fades, she realizes she has hands again. And starts bawling like a baby.

Beyond the story bits, she now has shapeshifting powers. They are limited to mostly organic beings (so, she can't pretend to be a Toa), as her original form and her cat form were organic in nature, but she's just glad she has hands again. She can partially transform to do things like grow claws, speak more clearly as a beast, or in most cases just forget to put her tail away in Agori form.

#7 shows Artara trying to socialize with local Agori, this time with Kirbold. They... don't really know what to make of her.

In general, Agori tend to be at least a little xenophobic by default, and an interdimensional alien that knows the future is kind of a lot to deal with, even beyond the shapeshifting and slightly immodest dress.

While I imagine hissing and growling are probably things Agori and Glatorian can do naturally, based on the vocalizations of the Vorox and Zesk, it's considered extremely rude. She does it all the time out of habit.

I haven't figured out what she does after this point. She just kinda hangs out with her old Matoran Universe buddies most of the time and confuses the shit out of any poor Spherus Magnan she runs into. Maybe she lends a helping hand to the Sisters of the Skrall and throws a monkey wrench into Velika's plans, but otherwise I'm open to ideas.

#my art #headcanons #bionicle #original character #matoro #helryx #kirbold

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novasintheroom · 1 month

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120. Climb

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 1k

♡ Warnings - none

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

Part 1 ---- Part 2 ---- Part 3 ---- Part 4 (you are here!)

The suns beat jealous heat down on the sands. Your tomas breathes steadily, despite the bullet graze on its right leg. Your own arm throbs, bruising with handprints.

You barely escaped.

Don and Mac were a lot less drunk than they acted. And they were a step ahead of you, too. They made a move for your equipment, the research, just before dawn that next day. You were all set to make a run for it, then they –

You grunt and snarl at nothing, furious. They tried to assault you. Should have known. The only reason you were still whole in any sense was the way Vash came to your rescue, fighting off both big men while telling you to run for it.

So you did. Like a coward.

Telling all this to McDonough when you get back to town elicits a few swears from the old man. He’s red-faced, angry, but still asks if you got the research away. With a glare, you push the papers into his greedy hands and demand your payment. Now.

He at least has the decency to offer you a room to sleep in that night. The whole of the payment sits heavy in your pocket as you sit and stare aimlessly on the bed. What do you do now? Return to the university, obviously, with more than enough funding for the next assignment you’ll be sent out on. But it doesn’t feel right. You have no idea what happened to Vash; if he managed to get the upper hand on Don and Mac.

What if he’s been left out in the desert to die, and those two fiends are on their way to take the payment by force? Suddenly staying with McDonough doesn’t seem like such a good idea. Staying in town in general sounds like a horrible plan. You stand and begin packing up your things again, quickly. Doesn’t matter how tired or sore you are; if someone is on your tail, you need to get somewhere safer than a Podunk little town with one sheriff.

A knock comes to your door. You pause, a hand in your bag. You look to the window. A two-story drop doesn’t sound so bad. You call out, “One second!” and hook your bag around your shoulders. The window is hard to open; it doesn’t seem like it’s been opened in a while. The wood squeals a bit as it’s lifted. One leg goes out, then the other, and you turn to lower yourself as far as you can down the side of the building. Another knock comes, and you call out, “Just – hold on – wha – !” Your hands slip a bit on the stool of the window.

You don’t hear your door open, but you feel hands on yours, gripping your wrists. You yelp in surprise and let go. The hands hold firm, and suddenly you’re dangling out the window, feet kicking thin air.

“Woah, hey, woah! ______, calm down!”

It’s hard to concentrate when you’re mid-air. But you look up and see Vash, whole and bright-eyed and panicky, trying to lift you back up to your room. “Vash!” You call out. Despite your fear, you feel a bloom of warmth and relief in your chest. He’s alive. He’s okay.

“Put your feet on the wall and climb back up!” He says, grunting.

You do.

When you’re back in the room with feet firmly planted on the floor, you rush to hug him. He takes it awkwardly, arms going out on either side before finally encircling you, light as a feather. You pull back after a moment and look him over. “Are you alright? I thought you died!” You see a bruise on his cheek, some scratches on his neck and hand. You stop yourself from brushing a finger over them.

“This, coming from the girl who was dangling out a two-story window?” He asks, lips quirking up.

Your face flushes. “I thought you were Mac or Don come to finish me off. I was trying to escape quietly.” He laughs, and you push his shoulder. “Seriously, are you alright? You look…beat up.”

He smiles. “You should see the other guys!” He shrugs at your questioning look. “I, uh, tied them up at camp and gave the sheriff a tip on them. Turns out they have a few warrants in other towns, just not this one.”

How convenient. You shake your head. “How in the world did you manage both of them?”

He laughs again, sheepish, and scratches at his neck. “Lucky, I guess. I came right after you, though. Wasn’t sure if you’d been hurt with all the scuffle.” He brings his hands to your arms and turns you this way and that. “Are you alright?” He sees the bruises on your arms where Don had grabbed at you. A flash of darkness overcasts the blue in his eyes. “Oh…”

“I’m fine,” you say, automatic. And you are. Bruises heal, and thanks to the man in front of you, that’s all that needs healing. Speaking of, you reach into your pocket and pull out the wad of cash McDonough gave you earlier. “We got paid, in full by the way.” You count out two-thirds of the money and hand it to him.

His eyes widen, but he pushes it back. “Half and half.”

Your brows furrow. What kind of merc is this guy, asking for less money? “Vash, you saved my life more than once on this trip. You deserve a fair cut.”

“And half is fair.” He smiles.

You sigh and shake your head. “You’re strange. Very strange.” Still, to placate him, you recount the money and take half and pocket it. You’ll try to sneak it to him later.

He pockets his half, then gives you a look. “So…wanna go get food to celebrate?”

You do.

And it was a strange and frankly boring way to end your first adventure with Vash the Stampede. Sitting at a Ma and Pa’s waiting for donuts, of all things, to be served wasn’t how you pictured it. But years down the line, you’ll look back at it fondly, knowing that was where it all started.

#not at all happy with how this arc ended #but im desperate to get back to one-shot pieces lol #we'll all suffer together <3 #trigun #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #tristamp #writing #vash x reader #reader insert #self insert #vash the stampede x reader #nova writes #trigun x reader #150 bullets

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flyingfluse · 6 months

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AZIRAPHALE SONG

Did anyone ask me to write a song about Aziraphale? Nope. Did I feel the undying need to spend every free second of the last two months doing it anyway, loosing my sanity in the process? Absolutely. So here are the lyrics for Aziraphale Alone, a 8-9 minute classical music/musical inspired soliloquy of our favorite angel, diving into his brilliant and confused brain after the season 2 finale. Enjoy!

(note: I plan on posting a version that is less explicitly romantic, especially without a certain section in this song, for people who view their love as ace and don’t feel comfortable reading their ship in this light)

Aziraphale Alone

Heaven. Aziraphale is alone, lonely, exhausted. And a bit annoyed.

Endless white, so blank, so bright.

This place is unbearably dull.

No colours, no smells, no ringing bell

As the door opens to the shop of Mr. Fell.

No vintage wine, no books, no Sondheim!

No trace of humour or wits.

No Sundays in Parks, no clever remarks

And no dinners at the Ritz.

Aziraphale fondly remembers his time on earth with a certain someone.

At night my heart's turned into rivers of ink,

When there was magic in the air.

And in the blink of an eye I would sink

Into the depths of a warm yellow glare

Building a home, fragile yet quaint

With a good fortune to share

A place with the pleasure of no self-restraint

Where stars are made in the most fervid of flares.

Our timeless dance is enchanting the shop

No miracle could compare.

(reluctant) Then the music stopped. The curtain dropped.

(woeful) And no nightingale sang in Berkeley -.

(Composing himself) You and I have spent millennia working on opposite sites.

And truly I as a dutiful angel was meant to resent and despise

The foul fiend demon Crowley supposedly one of the worst of his kind,

But the meanest, most hurtful deed you ever did was uttering those lines.

Music picks ups speed. Choir joins in as well as the full orchestra.

(getting more and more irritated) How could you dare to simply declare

the absence of our song?

When I was right there, one half of the pair,

of the us you claimed you long to be!

But apparently so

there's so much I don't know!

As if I hadn't learnt a thing

seeing how they burnt your wings,

casting you down below!

I may seem naive, but there's one thing I now understand

That we can't achieve peace, when our castle is made of sand.

Our lovely reprieve has finally come to an end!

For there will be another storm we can't take cover from.

We must act now there's no time for laments!

And there was a solution how we could reduce any

risk of losing what matters most,

So then how could you choose to leave me and refuse

the chance we could have used to finally depose

The faulty regime, heaven's design

is flawed, I know, I am not blind!

That's why we need to find a way to make it right

For heaven's the root of truth, goodness in light.

Still certainly better than the other side!

There may be exemptions to the rule,

But hell is still callous cold and cruel

With torment and torture as daily routines.

Do you think I haven't seen

How you have suffered all these years?

How you have struggled to fight the fear,

That's lingering in your eyes, when you try to hide

your kindness behind a shady guise.

You say you're not nice, a demon who's wily

Wicked, vicious, who always lies.

You can fool everyone and yourself,

But I know your goodness far too well.

Your heart and decency break quietly, secretly

straight through the ceiling of what is allowed!

You act when something‘s wrong, knowing you could be gone

right when the graveyard yawns and hell breathes out.

(Softly) Can you blame me for wanting to see

You smile like you did back then,

When stars filled your eyes with wonder and glee.

I just want you to be that happy again.

You‘ve grown so gloomy, weary and tired.

So I tried to bring you the sun,

(hurt) But you‘ve clarified that‘s not what you desire.

I don‘t even know why I’m stunned,

I guess I was the silly one.

He remembers what followed after their argument.

But then you pulled me in, caught me by surprise,

Warning sirens were howling above.

But shock and confusion would quickly subside.

One glorious moment it all wore off.

One ardent touch and the world fell away

And with it the looming and intricate veil

Of pretence, apprehension, prejudice and pride,

I get lost in indulgence that we’ve been denied.

My hands wander up as my thoughts wander down.

The taste of your tempting lips lets me drown

Deep in your divine, deserving embrace,

Your sweet velvet wine, I could drink it for days.

A ravenous craving I’ve tried to control

To selfishly savour your body and soul.

The music crescendos, getting faster and faster.

Oh how I wish we could just run

Away and paint our own shade of grey.

A fervent mix of blue and red,

Two parts of a painting that finally connect.

You take the wheel, full speed ahead,

Home, to a place where we will forget

The watchful eyes and silent threats

and at last-

Stop!

You‘re going too fast.

(Broken)

Endless white, it shines so brightly through the open blinds.

I shakily stand on this earth we were send to and

can't understand just what I should do.

These quarrelsome queries that I've grown so wary of

haunting my mind like ghosts in a tomb.

How to follow my heart with the song of the lark

bringing back bitter sweetness I‘ve tried to discard?

I just try to be good.

I need to be good.

Why is that so incredibly hard?

And maybe I’m where the problem lies, a

pathetic excuse for an angel for sure,

Destined to fail, disloyal, a liar,

Too soft, too scared and too insecure.

(Overcome with love) But you‘ve made a change, you helped me see

That I am worth the effort of

Risking paperwork to save me from quandaries,

That me being there is more than enough.

You‘re so much kinder than everyone else,

So how come that you are the one who fell?

Even though I have been also defying them,

so terrified of losing her love.

Can’t tell, what’s right or wrong, now that you're truly gone,

how can I move along in the above?

Still, my faith in god stand, I know she’s got a plan

So ineffable even to those who attempt

To end life here on earth, erase progress and mirth

It just can’t be true that all this was meant to be!

(He stops. Shocked. Scared.)

(slowly) Asking questions that’s how it starts,

First the fall, then falling apart.

Can it be that it’s hell I am running towards?

But maybe just maybe her divine intent

has always been for me to thwart!

(With growing conviction) God can’t be where the problem lies,

But there’s a blaze scorching the management board.

It’s said that you must fight fire with fire,

And I was the one given the flaming sword!

I can’t just turn my back and run,

I’ll get that book, take out my gun,

Won’t shoot past the ear, but aim for the head,

a moral argument they won’t forget!

I will make a change. I will make them see

We don’t need more floods but simply a dove!

Don’t they know heaven’s supposed to be

A place of kindness and love?

And you, my dear, left me no choice

But to walk this path alone

Like water off ducks, this picture of us,

Slid right through my fingers, turning to dust.

I left my home, lost all I loved

Though one thing I couldn‘t stand

Even if nothing lasts forever

I cannot lose my best friend!

You’ve rescued me so many times,

all part of our little dance.

And now that the music has picked up its pace

it’s my turn to take a stance!

I get it now! You won‘t come back,

but I won’t wait till they attack!

Got some things to suggest,

This time I won‘t stand still!

I’m a guardian angel and protect this world I will!

(Quieter, gentler, but with equal resolve)

Protect my world, I will.

#I originally planned a 4 minute piece #but anything less than what I’ve written felt like it wouldn’t have done justice to Mr. “Let-me-start-at-the-VERY-beginning”#I will eventually make a recording #but this will most likely include a full blown orchestra and choir and I don’t have the time for all that atm #I just couldn’t resist sharing it any longer #this series has taken over my life #thank you Neil Gaiman and Michael Sheen for inspiring me to write this #good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #the final fifteen #do it again #good omens meta #character song #good omens song #good omens poem #good omens art #good omens music

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ziracona · 7 months

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Getting Morales’ corpse for his wife, I fast travel close, not realizing the nearest point I have marked is almost right on top of the kill zone of traps surrounded by Fiend snipers that they’ve loaded up for anyone who tries to retrieve the body. Load in. Immediately, like before my controller has even gained response, I am arm crippled by a sniper. I see all these figures on the roofs across from us light up with Boone’s perk, realize my mistake and go to grab my gun—crack, crack, crack—all three bodies topple as I barely get my sights up, one shot one kill. Boone’s like, “It’s over.” (Relieved). Like damn boy it sure is. Brought a sniper to a sniper battle (cheat initiated). Incredible. It took him less than a second.

#I didn’t even /enter/ vats (which I do to plan in a paused state if I load into a fight).#r’s fo new vegas run #fallout new vegas #he’s so good at everything god love him

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simslegacy5083 · 5 months

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 139: A Fiery Fiend

Peachy’s transition back to the work-a-day world was much less “phone it in”. He dove eagerly into his first case after leave: an arson in Bridgeview.

He carefully collected his evidence for later analysis and interviewed the disgruntled homeowner. The sim was certain that his ex-girlfriend was to blame, spinning a tale of his ex’s fiery temper and her final threat to “burn this house down” when he kicked her out in the middle of their last fight.

It was obvious to the young captain that the man was hardly an impartial witness, but heartbreak was a solid motive to follow up on.

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Once he started digging into that evidence and checking out the story from their neighbors, Peachy quickly found more evidence than he needed.

It looked like this wasn’t the first time the homeowner’s ex had tried to make good on a final threat, and the neighbors across the street even had a security camera that showed her leaving the house right after the fire started. He went to pick her up for questioning.

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Locating his suspect in a lounge in Komorebi, Peachy wasted no time making an arrest. The girl seemed highly offended that her early night was interrupted, and he carefully kept the mood light and let her complain and talk freely.

Once in the interrogation room he carefully referenced the fight with the victim to see what his suspect would volunteer. The fiery girl made it abundantly clear that she considered the arson the “perfect response” to the disrespect her ex had shown her during the breakup. She went into detail on how she just wished she had thought to shut off the fire suppression system to “really show him”.

Peachy’s job here was done. This sim didn’t seem to understand the seriousness of her crime, but her lawyer and the judge would take it from here.

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Once he’d completed filing his case report Peachy grabbed Fabian and headed upstairs to their favorite spot on the rooftop.

As their cauldron bubbled Peachy told his buddy about his latest win and his hope that it would put him over the edge of that promotion he’d almost earned before his leave. Once he was a Colonel, he’d be positioned to finish clearing the chief as an obstacle to stopping Nancy Landgraab.

Fabian had some exciting news of his own to share. He’d taken Jack’s advice and broached the topic of kids with his girlfriend. She’d decided she was also ready to start a family and they hoped to have a little one soon. Peachy wished him the best of luck and looked forward to introducing their kids.

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Peachy’s promotion sense had been right on the money, and he ended the day officially a Colonel.

Arriving home, he shared the good news with Jack, who was in the nursery watching over their little napping angel. They wanted to celebrate, and Peachy had the best idea for the doting pair of new fathers. The baby monitor’s range reached to the edge of the bay behind their house, so they could take a short walk and do some fishing without ever losing sight of Luigi, who would wake for an evening bottle shortly.

The look on Jack’s face told his husband how much he appreciated the suggestion of a low-key, family friendly way to recognize Peachy’s accomplishment. After one final check to make sure their boy was sleeping soundly, they headed down to the fishing hole behind the homestead.

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During their walk they came upon a giant leaf pile and Jack mentioned that it would be fun to play in the leaves with Luigi someday. With a sly smile Peachy suggested they didn’t need to wait for Luigi to be old enough to come with them to enjoy the fall foliage.

Jack melted into Peachy’s deep and meaningful kiss before allowing himself to be pulled into the leaves for some fun that was just for the grown-ups. One explosively good time later they exited their hide-a-way all smiles and proceeded down to the water to try their hand at catching dinner.

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omegawhiskers · 6 months

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Why I started watching WWE again

The earliest memory I have of professional wrestling is The Undertaker/Yokozuna feud. This fond memory was the catalyst to moulding my enjoyment to this form of entertainment.

Years later I began watching WWE/WWF on a full-time basis because it was aired weekend mornings. The Stone Cole Steve Austin/Vince McMahon feud hooked me. As a child, it was an awesome to see an authority type figure getting their ass kicked. Both McMahon and Austin produced classics moments in wrestling history. I bought PPV’s on VHS such as St Valentine’s Day Massacre. I must of watched that tape a couple of times a day over the next few weeks.

WWE became a part of my life. I made it my business to watch Raw and Smackdown every week; I even watched Velocity and Sunday Night Heat. I couldn't get enough! I tried to get my hands on stuff from independents and in 2004 I did some pro wrestling training. But if WWE was such an important part of my life then why did I stop watching it?

2017 wasn’t the worst year in WWE. The Chris Jericho and Kevin Owens feud was fantastic, The Hardyz returned, Kurt Angle was inducted into the Hall of Fame, The Shield reunited, and Samoa Joe made his debut. Despite all of this, a babyface Roman Reigns just couldn’t get over and Jinder Mahal was WWE Champion. I’m not even going to go into the House of Horrors match, but it was something. But it’s OK to have bad moments. They can teach you to never repeat those mistakes again…or can they?

2018 was worse. Some moments left a bad taste in my mouth such as Dean Ambrose turning heel on his fellow Shield member, Seth Rollins. This was the same night that Roman announced that he had leukemia. What the fuck was Vince thinking? The storyline was uglier than a dog’s dinner. Dean would leave the company less than a year later. WWE also went into a controversial deal with Saudi Arabia. The Saudi PPV saw Shane McMahon win WWE World Cup tournament becoming the ‘’Best in the World’’. This is the same PPV where Shawn Michaels came out of retirement for an awful tag team bout. The worst part to 2018 was on December 17, when Vince McMahon came to the ring followed by Stephanie McMahon, HHH and Shane. Stephanie would go on to say ‘’We haven’t been doing a good for you lately.’’ She would rattle on about not listening to us, the fans. We were told that we were now the authority. This was such a surreal moment.

Months prior we got the first All In PPV that would eventually lead to the formation of All Elite Wrestling. The All In card was stacked and displayed some incredible matches that left me wanting more. I started to binge watch BTE on YouTube as well as a history The Bullet Club. I began to attend Irish wrestling shows from Over The Top Wrestling. The first shows I went to featured Will Ospreay, Gunther and Pac. Seeing new talent and the interesting ways they told stories was refreshing. Witnessing smaller promotions putting on better shows compared to a billion-dollar company creating mediocre content was shocking to me.

Appointing us - the fans - as the authority figure was a great rib by WWE as they continued to sling crap in our faces as 2019 saw The Undertaker battling Goldberg in another Saudi show that resulted embarrassing bout. You can visibly see the disappointed on Taker's face post-match. Kurt Angle would have his retirement match against Baron Corbin. Angle is on my mount Rushmore, so for his career to lead to anti-climax was a disgrace. Seth Rollins was on a babyface run and I was enjoying it, until the infamous Hell in the Cell match with The Fiend. This match should have been a decent bout, but the arena was casted in ugly red light and the finish came in form a DQ. During a live reaction broadcast WWE were putting out at the time, X-Pac said ‘’You may not ask me back for one of these but how do you get DQ’d in a Hell in a fricking Cell match.’’ I often ask myself this. Things would get worse when Kofi Kingston was squashed in seven seconds against Brock Lesner. Kofi’s six-month title reign came to an abrupt and miserable end and so did my love for WWE. At this point I felt cheated and insulted. How can I continue to watch a product that simply didn't care?

At the tail end of 2019, AEW was launched. The new promotion featured new faces, different styles of wrestling and an opportunity for talent to thrive. I gravitated towards this. I periodically watched WWE clips, but it was clear Vince was out of touch. Talent were also fired during the pandemic. It was as if Vince didn't care anymore. Remembers Erik Rowen’s spider? On top of all this, Vince's scandal was aired across the internet. During this insane time, Vinny had the balls to appear on Smackdown just to wave his ego around.

So, what's changed?

I watched night 1 of WrestleMania and I was impressed. The highlight was Rhea Ripley vs. Charlotte Flair. I liked what I saw with the Bloodline storyline. It was great to see Cody Rhodes, and a heel Dominik Mysterio intrigued me. I kept up with things and noticed consistent story telling. With Vince gone, it felt like everything was moving in a cohesive way. Yes, Vince gave us years of entertainment, but he also held on for too long and it was clear it was causing damage.

I decided to tune back into WWE full time and write about my viewing experience. If you’ve read my past posts, then you know that I still have issues with WWE, but I’ve never seen a promotion do anything perfect. I think WWE do a much better job with their women’s division and keeping storylines simple and clear, but they lack on match quality with many silly finishes. They play things safe, but that's okay. For now I'm enjoying the ride. And that's good enough.

#wwe smackdown #wwe raw #vince mcmahon #the undertaker #aew #rhea ripley #charlotte flair #dominik mysterio #brock lesnar #kurt angle #baron corbin #kevin owens #chris jericho #roh

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blenderfullasarcasm · 1 year

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Batfam, favorite Duel Monsters archetypes/strategies, go.

gonna preface this by saying that while i do play duel monsters and have never lost a game, that’s because i’ve only played like. five games ever.

also i haven’t touched my deck in at least five years so. that being said.

i think most of the batfam would tend towards strategies that rely on trap or spell cards rather than drawing a specific powerhouse monster (looking at you kaiba)

dick has two different decks - one he uses to play for fun and one he uses when he wants to win. the first deck is mainly made up of cards with puns in the name bc he thinks it’s funny (and also because he loves the look of dawning horror on his opponent’s face as they start to realize that the puns won’t stop). unfortunately that leaves that deck not super well-balanced but he enjoys the mental exercise of trying to win anyway. his deck for winning is made up of mostly water/wind type monsters and one time it made wally cry.

jason’s deck is the most well put together (by which i mean every card he draws enhances whatever cards he has in his hand) and it’s pretty well balanced although he does tend to go a little heavy on the trap cards and field cards. it works for him though. a lot of his monster cards are fiend or psychic type.

tim learned how to play via the yugioh tv show so while his deck is pretty well put together and has a bunch of intricate almost instant win combinations, he mostly relies on luck of the draw (and the heart of the cards ofc) to actually get those combos. tim is not a lucky person, and although those combos are devastating to his opponent when he does pull the right cards, they’re much less effective when he keeps pulling one card from each of his combos instead of a complete combo. his main monster type is dragons bc he made his deck when he was like twelve and he thought they were cool (secretly he likes the pun).

cass has a super op light/fighting type deck. i forget which card it is but there’s one that’s like “every light monster on your side of the field gets 500x(# of light monsters on field) points added to their attack score” and once she plays that it is over. she mostly relies on monster effects over spell cards though so even if she doesn’t draw that card she usually wins.

damian loves using field cards to give himself an advantage or to give his opponents a disadvantage but he also shoots himself in the foot a little because whenever he comes across a card he thinks looks cute he adds it to his deck. he tries to incorporate the cute monsters into his strategy but it doesn’t always work. yes he has at least one kuriboh in his deck. kind of reminds him of goliath. he owns like fifty monster reborn cards.

duke’s only just been inducted into the secret batfam duel monsters competition and he’s having to overhaul his deck from when he was like ten. it’s mostly warrior and winged beast type monsters and he’s a little low on spell and trap cards. jason’s offered to let him have some of the cards he isn’t using (he has a stash of old DM cards bc he refuses to throw them away) but duke hasn’t had a chance to look through them yet.

steph refused to play the first time tim asked if she wanted to join and now there’s a bet going on to see who can get her to cave first. she knows about it and refuses to give them the satisfaction. she does know all the rules though and often gets pulled into being the referee (mostly to stop the peanut gallery demo interfering tbh)

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