#ATK drabble

[papiliovolens]

STTMH Drabble

Classic stirred from his nap and stretched his limbs out to try to rid them of the agony of sleeping on the bare, non-existent floor. He rolled his skull as he sat up, the blankets underneath him shuffling with his weight. The bare expanse of nothing spread out around him, broken only by the vibrant blankets scattered about. Groggily, he glanced to the side and sighed, crestfallen. 

Patch had not budged since Classic wrapped him in the softest lavender blanket he could find. The blanket reached his jaw, slightly obscuring the smudge on his face. He looked comfortable enough. 

Classic shuddered as he glanced at Patch's sockets. They were always steady in their position, never flickering or reacting to anything. Devoid of all life, they were horribly empty.

Classic wished Patch would show some sign he was alive. A twitch of a finger or a turn of the head- anything. Instead, he stared at the ground, his face as expressionless as when Classic had first met him.

* <PROMISE> ATK <PROMISE> DEF

* HP 99999/NULL LV 0

* ________________________

Classic was getting desperate. It was his third time here, and each time, he felt himself going a little more crazy with no one to talk to. He learned after the first visit to bring something to entertain him, and due to the indeterminate amount of time Classic would spend with Patch for each visit, plus the lack of electricity or internet, Classic settled on books.

Most of which had been read before his nap and placed to the side.

Classic adjusted himself and leaned toward Patch, nudging the skeleton's shoulder, more out of a formality than anything. "ya know, it'd be great if you would talk back," he joked, watching carefully for any movement. After Patch made none, he scooted to lay some weight on Patch's back. Patch bounced a bit as he adjusted and straightened again.

"you like the blankets? i tried to get the brightest ones i could find, seeing how this place is all white." Classic cast a glance around them.

"i debated buying this banana yellow one, but it was so neon, you'd think it was made of neon. nah, i put that one back. think i did a pretty good job."

He glanced at the pile of books next to them and grabbed one of the smaller ones- one of his old joke books he brought up from the Underground. "wish you could tell me what kinda books you'd like. you don't seem all interested in reading, but i bet we could find something you would enjoy. i could read it to ya. i used to do it all the time with my bro. he still asks me to read to him sometimes. he has this old human picture book about bunnies- would that interest you? i could probably borrow it for a night."

Patch did not respond. He never did.

Classic flipped through his book, eyelights skimming over the pages lazily. He knew most of the jokes by heart, but there was something comforting about the crinkle of the pages- the result of Classic having spilled coffee on it an inexplicable amount of time ago.

"how about jokes, then?" Classic asked, flipping to a random page. "i happen to have some of the best jokes humanity's ever come up with in the palm of my hand here. wanna give it a shot?"

[kxng-of-gcmes]

DRABBLE: Red-Eyes Initiation

[NOTE: This interaction has already happened in times past on a Discord that has long since been deleted, and is completely canon to this blog. I am rewriting it now for story purposes and to give Context to certain interactions between muses.]

"...You there! Yes, you, with the black coat! What are you doing here? This is a sign-up for students only, we don't need any vagrants around here."

Crowler had been eyeing up Shadex for the past few minutes with an annoyed glare, and the other Duelist looked back at the Obelisk Blue Headmaster with a stern scowl of his own.

"...What makes you think I'm not an aspiring student? Maybe Duel Academy has what I need. So come on. Entertain me."

Ohhh the nerve on this brat! He's not going to be shown up again, right on his own turf, JUST like that Slifer Slacker! He could even see Jaden in the stands with his friends, watching the Initiation Duels. He'll set an example for everyone!

"Fine then! If you're going to be a prospective student, then I'm going to test you! Let's Duel, you punk!"

"Fine by me... but just remember. You asked for this."

DUEL START. SHADEX LP: 4000 CROWLER LP: 4000

"I'll go first, since you're so testy. I'll set a monster in face-down Defense Position and end my turn there."

"Is that really it? You really must do more than that to impress me. Fine then- my turn!"

He drew his card, then smirked mischievously to himself.

"Sorry, son- but you won't like where this is headed. I activate the Field Spell "Geartown!""

"This Field Spell allows "Ancient Gear" monsters to be Normal Summoned with one less Tribute. Next, I activate the Spell Card, Star Blast!"

"For each 500 Life Points that I pay, I can reduce the Level of any monster on my Field or in my Hand until the end of the Turn. I shall pay 1,000 Life Points to reduce this Ancient Gear Golem in my hand from Level 8 to Level 6!"

Crowler LP: 4000 > 3000 Ancient Gear Golem Level: 8 > 6

"Now normally, Ancient Gear Golem would require two Sacrifices to Summon as it's a Level Eight Monster! But, since I both reduced its level And have Geartown-"

"-You can Summon it now with no Tribute. I have ears, you know, sir."

"Belligerent Loudmouth! Fine! COME FORTH; ANCIENT GEAR GOLEM!"

Ancient Gear Golem - Level 8 6 3000 ATK / 2500 DEF

"Now, Ancient Gear Golem, attack! Mechanized Melee!"

The Gear Golem's gears ground into a rapid spin, with a gigantic metal fist pounding straight into Shadex's face-down card, which was a Red-Eyes Baby Dragon.

"Such paltry Defenses... and that will cost you! My Ancient Gear Golem's effect deals Piercing Battle Damage directly to your Life Points!"

Shadex LP: 4000 > 1700

"Oh boy... the Teach must be really upping his game- he already has Ancient Gear Golem up and running without even a Sacrifice! I just hope this new guy's got what it takes to take it out. If I beat it, I'm sure he could too."

"Thanks for that." Huh- He was barely blown away by that attack! How'd he manage that!?

"By destroying my Red-Eyes Baby Dragon, you've activated its effect! I can summon any Level 7 or lower Red-Eyes Monster from my Deck, and equip my Baby Dragon to it to give it a minor boost! So I call upon RED-EYES BLACK FLARE DRAGON!"

Red-Eyes Black Flare Dragon - Level 7 2400 > 2700 ATK / 2000 DEF

"Yes, yes, that's all well and good, but maybe summoning a monster with more attack points than my Golem would do better?"

"Trust me- I only need this one. It's my turn!"

He'd draw, before his eyes would glint with malice.

"It's over. I activate the Spell Card, Red-Eyes Insight!"

"This card allows me to send any Red-Eyes Monster from my Deck to the Graveyard- from there, I can pull any Red-Eyes Spell or Trap from my Deck to add to my hand! I'll send my Red-Eyes Wyvern to add "Red-Eyes Spirit" from my Deck to my Hand; But I don't think I'll need it. Now, I activate the Legendary Spell Card, THE CLAW OF HERMOS!"

As soon as Hermos appeared on the field, everyone, including Crowler, was in shock! The Legendary Dragons were just that; Legendary! Where did Shadex get such a powerful card like this!?

"By sending one monster from my Hand to the Graveyard, I can summon a powerful weapon from my Extra Deck! By Claw and Scale of both Hermos and my Meteor Dragon Red-Eyes Impact, I forge the Ultimate Weapon of Darkness! Emerge; Red-Eyes Black Dragon Sword!"

Red-Eyes Black Dragon Sword - Level 7 2400 ATK / 2000 DEF

"But this weapon only goes to those who are worthy to wield it! My Dragons are far more worthy of its legendary steel and scale than anyone else EVER would be! Red-Eyes Black Flare Dragon, take what's rightfully yours!

Once equipped to my Red-Eyes Black Flare Dragon; not only does it gain a 1,000 Attack Point initial boost, it also gains 500 Attack and Defense points for each Dragon on the Field and in the Graveyards! With both Impact and Wyvern in my Grave, and Red-Eyes Black Flare Dragon on my field, that makes three Dragons- and thus, gives it an additional 1,500 points!"

The Dragon's tail got enveloped by the massive blade, shining brilliantly with its new accessory.

Red-Eyes Black Flare Dragon ATK: 2700 > 5200 Red-Eyes Black Flare Dragon DEF: 2000 > 3500

"I'm not done yet- Next I activate the effect of Black Metal Dragon from my hand- equipping it right to my Red-Eyes Black Flare Dragon to give it even MORE attack power!"

Red-Eyes Black Flare Dragon ATK: 5200 > 5800

"Oh; did you think I'm done yet!? Red-Eyes Black Flare Dragon is a Gemini Monster! So now I can Gemini Summon it to give it an effect!"

Once the Gemini Summon succeeded, a row of flames engulfed the dragon's entire visage, making it look almost like a phoenix!

"W-WAIT A SECOND!! OVER 5,000 ATTACK POINTS!? L-Listen, sonny, let's just talk this out-"

"The time to talk is OVER! Red-Eyes Black Flare Dragon, Turn that hunk of Junk into SLAG! PHOENIX FLARE SLASH!"

The Dragon cried out, launching itself into an attack. The Blade cut clean through the Machine like a hot knife through butter, delivering the promised molten slag to drip right down around the Teacher's feet.

"GYAAH! HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT!!!!"

Crowler LP: 3000 > 200

"Oh, and remember that effect I was talking about? If my monster battled this turn; At the end of the Battle Phase, my Red-Eyes Black Flare Dragon can deal damage to you equal to its original Attack Points.

Game. Set. Match."

The Dragon descended upon Crowler and his new slag pile, giving one final roar as its flames reached outwards and covered Crowler completely!

"GYAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Crowler LP: 200 > 0 SHADEX WINS.

The crowd would cheer and gasp once again, as Jaden got up from his seat and cheered louder!

"WOAH, YEAH!! That was AWESOME!! Talk about a come-from-behind Victory! I gotta duel this guy next!"

That's when Jaiden caught something in his peripheral. Wait a minute... weren't those... they were..!

Wings. And was that... a tail?

It didn't seem like anyone else even seemed to notice them... nor did they seem to notice something else entirely.

This new guy was staring right back at him. Red Eyes were glinting in the light, just like the same glare he gave Crowler. This wasn't a friendly offer to duel. This was a threat to stay out of his way.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Ryunosuke??? Imagine Nico being atked by someone and he can't defend himself how would you react? What if they touched him?

(Maybe write a small drabble on this? Please?)

Ryu said nothing but he looks to the anon thinking. "How I would react if someone touches my sweetie? Well, resulting in many bodies being killed....what do you think?" he asked.

The guy that was attacking him was snickering, looking down at Nico after beating him. He was able to get a few good hits and this was perfect. Now, he sees him on the ground after he hits him down. "Come on, you don't wanna play anymore? Heh, your way too much fun to fight and I beat you anyway." he said stepping closer to Nico who gets up glaring at him but got shoved to the wall to look.

"But, you are pretty cute up close.." he said but Nico glares seeing this guy about to touch him..and then. Something shot past stabbing into the guy away from Nico. He blinks to see black trendils that were stabbing the guy to the ground.

"What the-"

"What. The. Hell. Do you think. Your doing. to My Nico?" a angry growl was heard as Nico looks seeing his puppy or hellhound Ryunosuke. And boy was he angry. He was walking by but keeps the guy stabbed into the wall bleeding to death but Ryu looks worried to Nico. "Are you alright? Did he touch you?" he asked holding his cheeks. He winces from the swollen cheek.

"I'm alright, don't worry my hellhound..." he sees him pout but the guy was chocking on his blood dying.

"Nope, your coming with me. I'll take care of you and get you patched up." he said helping him away from this area but Rashomon changes into a monster mouth and gobbles the body up eating him. Well, at least he won't bother his Nico ever again.

[dearlawdimasimp]

Aimed to Kill drabble

it's quite long so i have to hide it under the cut :)

an idea of poison warrior reader's costume jahshhs excuse my shitty drawing skilz

i had this idea for awhile now that reader has to wear converse bc Ynaguinid wouldn't give her shoes 😭

the tattoo patterns are going to be up to you, my dear reader, the only significant thing you should remember however is that there is a snake tattoo circling around your dominant arm and a sun with a flower on its center on the top your dominant arm and the snake jaw tattoo on your lower face

these are the patterns you could keep in mind:

the vest is red in color, the sun is gold as well as the lining, the bahag/g-string is also the same color, the undershirt:

but skin tone color. the arm braces are gold,

reader's weapons:

i'll leave the design up to you as i will leave how it looks like up to your imagination ;)

what i picture Ynaguinid's costume(on the left) and face claim (on the right)

BC SANYA LOPEZ IS FRICKING UGHAHHSHS🥺

i was planning that it should be Marian Rivera but then I think Sanya Lopez would suit much more

but yeahhh that's what i have been brewing for my Aimed to Kill wip series jahshshhs this has been bothering me for w e e k s which is one of the many reasons why i haven't been able to finish a chap HAHAHHAHAHAHAH

i did this instead of doing my school works HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA help

[dearlawdimasimp]

Huh- Rosa(the name of the Posion Warrior i had in mind from ATK), a warrior/avatar of a war goddess...put in the Heneral Luna universe.. I feel like they're either going to get hunted by the General's soldiers for serving a "false god" or for being a "witch", OR be able to convince the Heneral that they'd join his soldiers in war against the Americans.

The latter would definitely change the Philippine history in that universe, bc for sure they'd win.

I could imagine that the only thing that would draw Luna and Rosa/Reader close would be their filthy mouths HAHAHAHAHHA

Gen. Luna, angry at his retreating fellow men: Mga PUNYETA!! PUTANG INANG DUWAG!! TRAYDOR!! 'ASSHOLES!! COWARD MOTHERFUCKERS!!! TRAITORS!!'

Rosa/Reader, at any slight inconvenience: putang- piSTE ANIMAL!! GIATAY!! 'Motherf- fUCK ASSHOLE!!(in this context, but its most of the time used as an adj. referring to ones foolish acts/'animal like') STUPID!!'

Quick! The first OC you think of is dropped in the world of the last movie/show you watched. How are they faring?

[punsandfuturekingsmen-archive]

Everything burned like fire, like glass raking over his skin after the drink they’d forced him to down, toxic black and thick like sludge that caught in his throat and choked him. The sensation reminded him of a moment he didn’t like to think about, especially when with that pain came a tugging sensation at his chest, like he was being yanked forward by a invisible line hooked in his navel. He could almost feel the seat-belt cutting into his skin again, the metal of the trunk stabbing into his back. But instead he was still laying against the cold stone of the altar he was restrained to, figures in black and royal satin robes hovering over him as they worked.

He was gagged, he couldn’t scream, but his eyes moved to the doorway even as he felt fire slice through the flesh of his chest, silver shining red as it began to carve. He couldn’t scream, but he could hope-  hope the people he wanted to see most would come flying to rescue, tearing away the ropes bruising his wrists and ankles and the knife so dangerously close to his heart. He could barely breathe from panic, and someone was holding his chest still for the one with the blade, so his ragged breaths through his nose that made his chest rise and fall in rapid succession didn’t ruin whatever they were doing.

He tried to struggle, but the ropes and hands kept him still. He felt the burning sting of a slap before he saw it coming, head whipping to the side as he was ordered to be still, and the momentary shock made him comply. That short burst of time was enough for them to finish what they were doing, and his chest tingled as much as it stung and ached and throbbed and bled, pale skin marred by dark streaks and torn skin. A golden glow, like light from beneath the slat of a closed door, illuminated through the damage.

He kept his eyes away from their work, even as hands reached for his chest, slipped inside where they shouldn’t possibly have the ability to go with a ball that shimmered like crystalline glass, the act causing a sensation of pain far too intense to loose a scream. His eyes stung and his vision blurred, but even as he felt something wrong, something like ice in his veins, and even as he nearly passed out from the pulling sensation, the pain beyond pain, and the creeping, numbing blackness, he still stared to that doorway, clinging to that sliver of a chance.

But nobody came.

He screamed into the rag until everything was gone and he felt nothing but cold. He felt small, confined, trapped and unable to move though the ropes were gone from his body. Or he thought they were. He couldn’t feel them, but he couldn’t feel his limbs, either. He felt barely aware, almost like he’d fallen asleep.

Until the pain came. No, pain was the wrong word for it- it was far beyond pain, hurt, far beyond what he had felt when they had preformed whatever they had. It was agony, it was excruciating, it felt like bits of him were being broken away, snapped and ripped off like butterfly wings. The waves of torture hit him one after another, fast enough he couldn’t think. He felt like he was fracturing, tearing at the seams until there was nothing left. Hands were tearing and steel was slashing at his person and crushing him to dust and it was anguish and suffering and torment and his bones were powder and his skin shredded and what was left burned and he was stamped to nothingness. He just wished it would go away it would all GO AWAY.

Please…

And then, when he had almost nothing left to give, when it felt best to let go and fade away after an era of endless agony, it did. And in the silence, in the darkness, in the absence of anything after that suffering, Arthur let himself fade into the black void.

[golden-travelers]

Inspired by @nicebonescomrade faithless worship drabble but with a twist, In this AU will be called Role-Swap SAGAU cult AU (not sure if someone else did this but here you go) The one you choose your genshin char is the Creator of Teyvat, you will just replace their place.

This are mostly headcanon's in this AU

TW: Cult behaviors

If Aether & Lumine are the 'Creator'

Tbh they just played because their friend kept bugging them that their lonely without anyone to coop.

So lumine started playing genshin impact before aether, (he was just watching her before started playing they just shared acc), the twins slowly getting hook up playing it.

They started playing when the game just newly updated 2.0

They saw the leaks and twitter post about a new character will be release in 2.1

The character was a 5 star anemo, claymore user, it was you.

When the twins first saw you they KNOW they need to get you, no matter what.

They saw your gameplay making them more devoted on wishing you.

So they save all their primos, screw the other chars that they wanted to get in the event wish this update, they NEED you on their team ASAP.

A great dps that can also be a good support. (Your E skill gives 10% crit rate buff {when your c6} to all team party member, even in coop, making you the most broken character ever created in the game)

Your burst being like Eula but you don't stack dmg. (Aether realize that they need to relay on crit dmg if he wants to one shot some bosses with you)

Your last talents adds 3% atk bonus when someone crits, (can be stack 2 times)

So its a win/win situation for the twins (but they will always make you dps)

Not with your alt sprint being hovering 2 inches above ground using your claymore (kinda like HoS if your playing honkai)

Your alt sprint is not like any other chars with alt sprint that can't sprint in mismatch stairs.

The only thing is that you will stay on your place above, when you try to sprint the edge of a cliff/2 meters above ground.

They will have you and your weapon, no matter what cost *cue their parents trying not to cry because their children just spend lots of money just to get you*

They search everywhere on the internet, anything related to you, gameplays, animation style, fanarts, guide on artifacts. ANYTHING.

Be it on twitter, Instagram, YouTube, hoyolab, and etc.

When it was the releasing of 2.1, Aether and Lumine quickly updated the game.

After that they open up the game and went straight to the gacha banner.

It was the first release of Your banner.

They started pulling, (Lumine won on whose going to pull you till you came home, so Aether begrudgingly had to pull for Your weapon)

Meanwhile on Teyvat

Both you and Bennett were sitting at the nearby cliff, having a evening picnic.

You were actually nervous about the whole wishing thing.

Maybe because your scared that the twin creators don't like you or how you play.

Bennett saw this and reassured you, that the twin creators will like you.

You calm, thanking Bennett for the reassurance.

Your calm demeanor quickly shattered when you saw the sky full of falling stars.

Both you and Bennett are in awe at the beautiful sight as the twin creators showered the stars to both your very own eyes.

Your pretty sure all of the people in teyvat watch the breath taking view.

Most are purple, making you nervous.

That was until you saw the golden star.

You paled at the sight as your body stiffens.

Bennett gratefully hold you to calm yourself down.

You then suddenly felt the warm aura, hearing your twin creator voices.

"OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!! SHE CAME HOME IN 30 PULLS AHHHHHHHHH" - Lumine

"Welcome home! (Name)!!!" - Aether

You felt a tear drop roll down in your eyes as you were finally embraced by their godly hood aura.

"... I'm home..." You whispered thankful that they chose you to be their vessel.

Omake:

Bennett was the one who comforted you when you where happily crying about being finally embrace by the twin creator.

How would 'Character you' will react in Normal SAGAU cult AU (Any genshin char you pick will be dub as the creator here):

You will not be so devoted like the other acolytes, yes you do worship him/her/them but not like the other acolytes.

You worship consist of normal offerings like, jewelries, your special dish, little trinkets that you made, and etc.

No you don't sacrifice people for offering the creator.

Of course your grateful for creating the world and everything about it.

But still you won't be too devoted on worshipping the divine creator.

Your the most compose one here when it comes meeting the creator.

When the creator appeared upon teyvat, the archons was the one who first meet them.

Of course, you just greeted the creator with respect and gratitude when they summon you to meet them.

'Fuck me Mommy/Daddy' - creator's thought when they saw you kneeling yourself at them.

Cue the creator, who suddenly put all of their attention at you (your actually suffocating at the attention the creator gives you, and the jealous glares you receive from the other acolytes)

Where ever you go, they follow you like a lost puppy (which makes the other acolytes jealous that the creator only gives their attention to you, mostly the archons are jealous)

When they want your attention, you gave them your attention because their your creator.

Who in the right mind would disrespect the creator Infront of their acolytes? Your literally asking for a death wish.

"Cuddle with me please, (Name)?"

You obediently follow their orders which makes their creator really happy.

Someone bad mouthed you? You may ignore and just leave them alone, but not the creator, no.

Their your favorite character/acolyte why would they just let that a slide?

Cue the archons obediently followed like a puppy when the creator demand them to bring the person who bad mouthed you.

Expect tomorrow the person bad mouthed in your doorsteps begging your forgiveness like your their creator

You had this wtf face when looking at the person

You did forgive them though

Your mostly a pacifist

Omake:

The divine creator, who was sitting on the throne, look down at the person who bad mouthed you who is shaking in fear, glaring at them.

"Your grace! You summon me?" You ask only to see the creator cutely smiling at you and their eyes shining bright.

"Ah, (Name) come! I want to show you something" They childishly said as they stood up from their throne, jogged at you, gently grab your hand, then drag you somewhere in the teapot, leaving the person that was shaking in fear pass out.

Will continue this later, cause I'm tired 🛌🛌

[lightning-things]

Hello! First of all, thank you both for making these beautiful requests. I had some nasty dreams last night and this was exactly what I needed to forget about them.

Since both asks where similar I decided to combine them, I hope you don't mind. You're welcome to make more requests or tell me if you preffer me to do another thing with the same theme (scenarios, drabbles or more hcs but this time not combined).

Either way, I hope you'll have a nice day and wish you wonderful dreams tonight ^^

Fandom: Genshin Impact.

Summary: Relationship headcanons for Childe and Zhongli with a kind, loving s/o who cares for nature (healer dendro user).

Characters: Childe, Zhongli, fem|Reader (no poly)

Theme: SFW, fluff, family, nature, fights, wounds and healing.

Inspiration: Some lo-fi music.

Words: 1280.

Warnings: Mentions of possible death and overbearing protective nature (nothing extreme).

Honestly, at first he will want to fight you to see how well he can go against a dendro user, since dendro has an advantage against water. Though since you are a healer and kind in nature he will back down soon if you don’t want to fight, not wanting to put you in a tough situation -unless you are a healer like Jean or Qiqi, who heal based on their ATK, in that case, he will insist a little more before giving up-.

Above all, he loves how dedicated you are to others and to nature. He probably won’t understand much about plants and the like because he comes from a place where nature is scarce and tough, where only the strong ones survive but will never belittle your ways. People care for a lot of different things, nature is one of yours and so he will respect it.

Being a healer with a loving heart will make him think you two are more or less opposite poles, like he doesn’t suit -or deserves- you at all because of how he is, because of the things he does for the Tsaritsa. Childe will try to hide those thoughts, to keep them all to himself and deal with them later on but as your relationship grows you’ll be able to notice something is bothering him. Don’t let him brush it off, talking about his insecurities is a good way to get rid of them and to make your relationship stronger.

Expect him to take you out on “scenery dates” full of beautiful landscapes or go on a picnic near the most colourful flower beds he can find. Liyue is perfect for dates like this since it’s full of little animals and flowers around the city, and so he will probably take you out even if it’s just to spend time with the cats and dogs that go around the streets.

Since you are kind and loving, he won’t hesitate to introduce you to his siblings, hoping you will get along and they will see you as their new sister, maybe you will even show them how to take care of plants and animals in a way he’ll never be able to since those are things that doesn’t interest him that much.

He loves to be with you and feel like he is just Ajax, but we can’t forget that he’s still a harbinger, and he’s still him, a fighter, someone who loves a good challenge so it’s inevitable that he will usually come back to you with fresh wounds and torned clothes, hoping you won’t get mad and will help him patch them up.

Spoiler alert, you will get mad, not because he’s bothering you but because you care for him, and you fear that next time the wounds will be more severe, or that he won’t come back at all. So you’ll have to scold him, tell him your fears while you’re healing him so he will know how much you worry, and how many people will get hurt if someday he enters a fight he won’t be able to leave alive.

I can’t say if he will be able to change his ways, because he is who he is, but I’m sure he will try to be less reckless when he fights and will try to not pick a fight with people he knows he can’t win or escape from. He has a family and a loving one waiting for him to come back, so he will do everything he can to do so, even if it’s just to see you and his siblings one more time.

If I’m correct, Chinese culture has healers and doctors in high reward, more so since traditional chinese medicine relies on herbs -please correct me if I’m wrong- so expect Zhongli to be the same. The moment he knows you are a healer that cares for nature his respect for you -which was already high- will get a boost.

As Liyue’s ex-archon, he knows how difficult it is to care for others, to be there for people when they need you while putting all your necessities aside, to make them your number one priority. Zhongli is no stranger to self-sacrifice for the sake of others, he has thousands of years of experience on that.

Won’t take him long to take you to Guizhong’s favourite places. She was a good friend of his who also cared a lot about nature, and since you two share similar interest he will be elated to be able to share her thoughts with you, hoping Guizhong will see how, even after all these millenia, her people are still thriving and that even some of them have inherited her will. He won’t see Guizhong on you, he won’t mistake you for her, but it’s a fact that he will think that you and the goddess would have been good friends if fate would have allowed it.

He will be extremely proud of you, but nothing will be able to make him stop worrying. You are caring, you devote yourself to heal others, you care about fauna and flora, but what about you? Are you taking good care of yourself? Do you care for your wellbeing as much as you care for the wellbeing of the rest of the living beings? Whether you do or not, Zhongli will be there for you, to always remember you when to take a break, to serve you relaxing tea so you will be able to sleep without disturbance, to accompany you in herb gathering or to simply take care of your plants and/or pets, even if it’s just keeping them company or talking their ears -and leaves?- off with his stories.

Zhongli wants to keep you as you are, to make sure your loving nature won’t ever wither or be tainted by the cruelty of the world. That’s why he can be a little overprotective, and will try to follow you whenever he thinks you can encounter some danger even if it’s just a remote possibility. He will never forgive himself if something happens to you, or if someone takes advantage of your kindness.

He means well, but sometimes you might need to be stern and tell him that yes, you are a woman, a healer, a giver, but you still can take care of yourself on your own and you don’t need for him to follow you like a bodyguard, much less ask Xiao to shadow you whenever he can’t. You are a grown up girl, you lived your life just fine before he came, and even if you love him and want him to never leave, you can deal with your daily life by yourself.

It may take you some tries, and he might be reluctant, but Zhongli understands and will abide to your desires, he will restrain his overbearing feelings when he sees you are getting uncomfortable -specially those times your kindness gets the best of you and makes you keep silent about it- and will try to soothe you later with gifts.

With Zhongli, you can also discuss medicine. He has lived long and I’m sure Baizhu and you aren’t the first dendro healers he has known, so he will be extremely happy to share his knowledge about herbology and medicine with you, even trying to help you improve your dendro powers to not only assure himself you will be ready to defend yourself if the times comes, but that you also improve as a healer so you’ll be able to keep saving lifes, to keep doing what you love the most with a smile on your face.

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[alch3mic]

in between. (drabble series)

chapter two (cracks.)

beast!sans x gender neutral reader. 3k+ word count.

please be advised for themes of self-loathing, violence, mentions of death, self-harm, a whole lot of cursing and depression.

* finally, here is chapter two! this one focuses more on my dear underfell sans named beast! if you’d like to know more about him, feel free to check out his full fic here over on ao3, or his tag here on my tumblr. thank you for being patient with me and i hope you all enjoy!

Beauty.

.....

..There were very few things that came to Sans' mind when thinking of that word.

After all he was probably the last person who should be havin’ an opinion on anything based on looks, but still.. a few things always came to mind.

Like the stars, of course.

And the sky.

Those things were beautiful.

..It also made him think of other things like..

Having a full day to do absolutely nothing, which was always great.

Or better yet a freshly made burger from Grillby’s, complete with the works and extra mustard.

Now that was a real thing of beauty.

...

It... also made him think of...

...Roses.. as corny as that was. 

Sans never thought he'd come around to admiring flowers after living in that snowy and lifeless town all his life... and after one flower in particular gave him a hell of a lot of trouble.. but hey, living topside had certainly gave him a whole fucking list of surprises.

..Like.. 

The most recent addition to the small list of things he found beautiful.

...

...Which was you...

....

Even now thinking about you and that gentle glow of your soul made him tremble, and how just the single word ‘beautiful’ came to mind when he laid his eyelights upon you.

And that's.. certainly something he'd never expected to think about a human...

He was a Fell after all, and to them... appearance was everything. 

From the clothes you wore, to the way you looked, everything single last detail about you was judged. That's because the very first lesson all Fell monster children were taught was that in this world, it was kill or be killed. 

The people around them were not friends.  

They were not neighbors or allies.  

They were competition, tools and objects to be used to elevate themselves into a position of strength and status so that they may one day be considered worthy living in the eyes of their king. The Underground was their prison, and the other monsters who were also unfortunate enough to be born in that fucking hellhole with them were their test...

So.. Would you kill, or would you be killed..?

...

Obviously, many bared their teeth and claws to survive. 

Life was a gift reserved only for the strong.

Weakness was a disease that was to be purged, and their king had entrusted his people to enact such a cleansing in his stead. For every monster to be given such a power over one another shaped their entire Underground into the dusty inferno that it was, eating it's people and their hope alive in it's cleaning flames. Only the brave and the mighty could prevail in that nightmare, and those who failed to prove themselves capable of even defending themselves from other monsters were... unfit.. to become warriors worthy of one day taking down humanity.

..So they were dusted..  

And their EXP was the reward for those who did the deed, only making the strong, stronger...

...

For them, there was only value in strength.

In EXP.

In.. LOVE.

Emotions were a handicap.

Kindness was vulnerability.

There was only happiness to be found in being more powerful that everyone else around you.

There was only a future for you if you could prove yourself to everyone that you were worthy of getting to live another day by pushing all of that other unnecessary bullshit down, like feelings or regret, and killing everyone around you so that you could survive in that unending hell...! 

..But.. 

...Such stats like EXP and LV were usually hidden to the naked eye. Unless a monster was born with the very rare ability to see stats with their sight, the only way to see those stats was checking through an encounter, and at that point it would be much too late. Even the smallest of creatures, with innocent smiles and bright shiny eyes, could be hiding something truly sinister beneath.

So, what better way to prove yourself and show off how strong you were than with scars.

Scars were the physical, undeniable proof of your mettle and determination. They were the marks across your fur, skin or scales that showed you had fought someone and walked away, which was quite the feat considering that under the king's decree, no encounter was ever allowed to end without a single winner and one pile of dust... 

....

..The more scars you had the better, because it meant you were strong. 

They were complimented, sought after and coveted above everything else for the Fell. Anyone with half a working soul would know it was fucking stupid to fight someone who looked tougher than you, so those with more scars got to live more peaceful lives. 

They didn't have to live in fear of being picked off for just looking weak.. 

Those with scars were respected. 

They were admired. 

They were made out to be the pinnacle of a your existence.

And many in their desperation to be considered strong, began inflicted wounds upon themselves to get a taste of that life. They began scarring up their bodies just so that others would think that they too were worthy of living too.

It really was..

..Awful.

What an awful way to live.

What an awful thing to go through!

What an.. awful thing to be the product of.

But.. it had been their reality.. and it shaped the person San had grown to be. That's why he could only wonder why his head was spinning with thoughts of you. 

A human. 

Soft. 

Small. 

Someone who laid all of their emotions bare when they struck a cord on their guitar, opening their heart up for a moment and just letting it all go.

You were the complete and total opposite of someone like him.

Huge.

Ugly.

And.. very guarded. ...

He had spent most of his life actively pushing others away from him.  

He had to, so he could protect himself. 

So many monsters had weaponized feelings like love and attraction in their favor to get other monsters to let their guard down, and he wasn't about to become a pile of dust just because he was fucking lonely. One thing he promised himself about going through that hell was that he wouldn't let his emotions get the better of him.

He still had someone he cared for after all, and he didn’t want to leave his brother to live out that nightmare alone. 

..The only reason they were both still here today was because they had each other..

So, he convinced himself he wasn't interested in romance.

It'd only bring unnecessary trouble. 

He'd have no datemates, no interests, and most certainly..

No soulmate.

He was already convinced he didn't have one anyways, but he always swore to himself that if he found them he wouldn't let himself get sappy over it like some other idiots did.

The most he'd ever let himself do is spend a night trying to forget the fact that he was trapped in this fucking nightmare with another monster and that was it. There was no sense getting attached, someone would just turn and use that feeling against him in the end.

...

...And yet.. 

...He had spent all those years building up a wall... 

And then just completely turned around and allowed himself to fall head over heels with one beautiful little human.

....

The skeleton let out a small groan, pinching the bridge of his nasal bone while shaking his head at the mirror. The steam from his shower was still clinging to the edges, but he could still see his dumbass reflection clear as day even in the dark.

Just... what the fuck was he doing?

...

..Setting himself up for soulbreak, that's what.

There's no way in hell a human could ever love a Fell, especially one like him. There was a reason they called him Beast! What you saw was what you got, and the crack in his skull should've been proof enough of how broken he was.

There was no sparkling personality and certainly no handsome prince hiding underneath all this

..It was just him..

....

Staring at his reflection for so long in the mirror made him want to break the damn thing, but he really didn't want to get another skull full from Papyrus from doing it twice in the same month.

'JUST SHOWER IN THE DARK SO YOU DON'T SEE YOUR REFLECTION IF YOU HATE IT THAT MUCH YOU IDIOT!'

...

Right. Yeah.. Sure..

A very simple solution to a very simple problem.

It's not like he's been struggling with self image already since his childhood days, especially considering he had only been born with 1 HP, 1 ATK and 1 DEF.

..Heh. Still made him laugh, thinking about it now.

...

..It.. must've been a joke, right? 

..To be born with stats like those? 

Surely whoever was running this gig was laughing their fucking ass off about it too, sending this sorry sack of bones out into a violent world with one miserable point of fucking HP.

...

...Well, he certainly hopes whoever cursed himself to such a fate also found it all funny..

..'Cause he was going to beat the shit out of them if he ever found them..

...

Most of his childhood had been spent in fear due to that knowledge.

Fear of the day he would finally enter an encounter.

The day when someone, somewhere out there would realize he had been the easiest target of all, and that just one strike would be enough for his pathetic little life to come to an end. Then he'd end up being nothing more than a pitiful pile of dust and a few meager points of EXP to someone else, and that would be the end of Sans the skeleton.

...

It would’ve been a fitting existence for a monster only born with those kinds of stats.

...

..He really thought that there was.. no way someone like him could ever be strong. 

There was no chance in hell he'd ever survive down there. 

...A part of him wished he never even knew.

Maybe life would've been so scary down there if he had just never known he only had only 1 HP to hang on to.

..Maybe.. he wouldn't of turned out this way...

...

In the end it would've be painless.

With only 1 HP it'd just take one hit and then it'd be all over.

One hit and he'd be done.

One hit and he'd be free.

....

It was an.. accident, the first time he activated his sight magic. He was still just a kid, standing up on a stepping stool and practicing scary faces in the mirror. He remembers it startled the absolute stars out of him when it happened since he was just trying to change the color of his white eyelights to be more threatening, but instead he...

..Well.. when he gazed back into the mirror his eyelights were definitely red.

And he could definitely see it, clear as day. 

"Sans" LV 1 HP 1/1 ATK 1 DEF 1

......

...

...

"ya've.. gotta be jokin'.. right..?"

He remembers the silence that followed after saying that, nobody around to respond to him. Nobody was there to reassure him that'd it'd be alright. No one was there to support or care for him, or to help him through the fear settling into his bones. 

Really... it must've been a joke, right? 

That couldn't.. really be his stats.. right?

The phrase came out a second time, and then several more, each and every time the words picking up momentum as the maelstrom of feelings brewed in his chest louder and louder. It swished and swirled, sucking up his thoughts one by one and the whole room felt like it was spinning around him. He wanted to look away, his red eyelights unable to gaze at anything but his stats, even as the tears came to his eyesockets.

..No..

It couldn't.. 

It just.. couldn't!

....

...How.. 

..How was he suppose to be strong with those kinds of stats?! 

He had to be strong!

He told Papyrus every morning and every night that he was strong!

He told his brother that he'd be become most powerful monster in the whole damn Underground, that way they didn't have to live in a shoddy broken down house!

That way they could live their lives free of worry!

That way they didn't..

...have to be.. 

....so scared anymore..

...

How.. how was he suppose to be survive..

With only 1 HP..?

....

...

..

His fists clenched, the reality of it all setting in as the number remained unchanged no matter how much he begged and pleaded. The fear melted away into anger, shooting through ever inch of his body like someone had ignited a fire through his bones. It spread rapidly, clouding his mind in a hazy and hateful fog as he stared at the number.

He couldn't think. 

All he could see was 1 HP.

1 HP.

1 HP.

1 HP.

....

...

..

...One hit is all it took to break the mirror.

His fist connected and the glass shattered, small shards flying everywhere as he screamed out in frustration. The tears fell and he yelled again, unable to handle the heat of his hatred as he sobbed alone in the bathroom. Soon a few deep breaths left his mouth followed by a string of curses, the pain in his hand causing him to reel back a bit and inspect it through his tears. Small scrapes littered his phalanges from the impact, his hand now buzzing with a dull pain as he clutched it and glanced back up at the mirror.

His once clear reflection was distorted by twisted and ugly cracks, scattering and creating a broken image of himself.

One hit was all it took for the mirror to become break.

One hit.. and it..

...Shattered.

...Just like..

He would.. 

....

Imagine his surprise when he didn't.

...

He took a blow.. and lived.

And.. it became the very first scar he had ever earned..

...

....And he.. hated it.

He hated it what it did to him. He hated what it stood for. He hated the way it traveled up his dumb fucking face, always catching everyone's attention. He hated the fact that he got complimented about it back in the Underground. He hates how it's become his defining feature. He hated to how it lead to so many more scars, so many more battles, and so much more EXP, washing away his once poor stats in a wave of dust and bloating them to.. terrifying numbers.

He just..

Hated it.

...

Like how he hated himself.

...

..Ugh.

Great.  Now his head was swishing around with self-deprecating thoughts about the present and the past, which he really didn't need right now. If he started acting depressed again he'd be given another certified Papyrus pep talk, and as much as he loved that egotistical bonehead he really didn't need to hear his brother prattle on for hours about his 'good qualities' and how their 'past doesn't define them'.

He sighed a final time before pulling a sweater over his head, feeling it catch and snag on some of his rougher breaks and notches on his bones. He stomped out of the bathroom, rubbing the back of his skull in frustration at himself for allowing one human to get his thoughts swishing around that broken head of his.

..Well.. 

It's not like he could've done anything else to prevent this. He had already steeled his emotions back when he realized how pathetic his stats had been, but all that had work just practically vanished the moment he laid his eyelights on you.

..It had.. only been a brief second too. 

He had just been trailing down a runaway client after they missed their third payment. The brothers had a three strike policy, which was.. a little generous for Sans' taste but hey, he was just the brawn here not the brains, so three strikes it was... 

This idiot was already on his shit list for taking advantage of their generosity and missing a third fucking payment, but then they had the fuckin' nerve to run. If there was one thing Sans hated, it was a runner.

..It was just kinda pointless, ya know? All it did was delay the inevitable and give him more work to do, as if his days weren't filled to fucking the brim with shit already. Seriously, it's like these humans had no fucking consideration for a busy skeleton like himself...

Assholes. 

Still, they ran and he gave 'chase'. All he had to do was keep shortcutting as he anticipated their every step, catching them off-guard and sent them bolting off in another direction. Bastard was slippery though and having already spent most of the day working Sans’ aim was a little off. It was becoming more and more infuriating until he nearly managed to corner the bastard.

What he did not expect was for his little runaway to dive into a busy, shitty looking bar like somehow they'd lose him in there.

..And to be fair, they did.. for a moment...

...

..When his eyelights landed upon you, after taking just a few small steps inside.

....

...

You were beautiful.. 

....That was the only thought he had.

...

The lights had casted you into an angelic glow up on that stage, illuminating your form in a soft shade of yellow as you bobbed and swayed to the music. A small yet sweet smile was gracing your lips, your soul shining so brightly in the crowd that it was like a flame, and he was just a dumb fucking moth drawing ever closer. 

..Then you struck a cord on your guitar... 

...and it reverberated into his very soul.

....

It was.. so sad.

And a little lonely...

Tired.

Overworked.

Underpaid.

And... 

Free.

...

He had been so completely entranced by you that it almost felt like you put him under some kind of spell. Never in his life had he been so captivated by anyone, fully admitting to himself now that he would've just scooped you up right on the spot and fled off into the night if given the chance. 

..And.. a part of him was still wishing he had..

...

...The seconds had ticked away as he watched you perform, giving enough time for that rat to slip out the back and out into the night.

Shame that little bastard never made it very far in the end, but the whole fiasco had left Sans' head buzzing with the human who had completely stopped him in his tracks for what felt like an eternity now. You had looked so serene up there and he couldn't stop the fluttering of his soul in his chest every time he thought about you.

And he was thinking about you a lot.

...Which is exactly why he was also so annoyed with himself.

...

...Argh fucking.. damn it all..!

At least if he was only thinking pervy things he could let it slide as feeling lonely again, but no! Not a single perverted thought had crossed his stupid fucking head about you! It was all mundane shit, like wanting to see you smile like that again or maybe just getting a single chance to talk to you. Instead of spending his free time relaxing, he was just sitting around daydreaming about how beautiful your voice must be too and how much he just wanted to.. see you again!!

Ahh! What the fuck was wrong with him!

Just where the hell was all of this coming from, huh!?

It's like you were pulling something outta him that shoulda never been there in the first place..!

...How fucking dare you..!

....

...How dare you.. 

Do this to him..

...

It was too late for.. someone like him, with sullied hands and scars, to be thinking like this..

....

The only thing he deserved was to be a lonely fucking bastard.

...

If... you ever came anywhere close to him he'd just.. sully you too...

...

...

..

And yet.. despite knowing that he..

Just wanted a chance.

Just one, to see you again..

And maybe.. talk to you...

Just one single chance..

....Please...

And if you went off screaming into the night like he figured you would then..

That’d be the end of it.

He’d snuff out that little flame of hope inside his soul, and then he’d live out his lonely days hating his stupid reflection ..

..Like he deserved...

.....

....

...

..

"..Okay." 

....

You.. said yes. 

Stars above you had said yes, he..! 

He couldn’t help but smile in response as his while body felt lighter than air. Although your first meeting wasn’t at all like he had hoped you were..

Here.

And right now he has a chance..

"heh. cool.. cool.. the names sans, doll. or my friends sometimes call me beast."

...

"...Pffft ehehe..!"

You laughed and somehow.. he wasn’t angry in the slightest.

"wow, really gonna take a punch at my pride like that, huh?" he asked.

"Sorry! Sorry, sorry..!" you apologized between giggles. "It's really nice to meet you Sans!" 

You introduced yourself to him, although he already learned your name a long ago.

But to hear you say his name like that..

Well....

"real nice ta meet you too, doll."

That flame of hope in his soul was flickering ever stronger...

That perhaps.. a Beauty really could love a Beast.

[andagames]

(Drabble at the end!)

Note to self: 

If I ask and exercise temperance, then I shall receive.

That being said, I summoned him on my final ticket of the Forging Bonds event, which makes him even more special, and I plan on taking as much advantage as I can of his +Def to offset his -Atk.

Guys, he does his catflip and he’s as chill as ever and he’s voiced by one of my favorite Japanese VAs so OH MY F I nearly cried okay?

I’m still orb-broke so I doubt I’ll be pulling again this time. Meaning I had to get straight to work.

BEAST BROS. Need I say more? BEAST BRos... yeah, they’re gonna need some work.

“So, let me get this right.” Ranulf keeps a brisk stride between Keaton, haphazardly tracking ahead, and Rinslet strolling behind. “You’re asking me to cub-sit what is essentially Skrimir’s wolf cousin--”

"Wolfskin,” says Rinslet. “Wolfishly similar, I guess, save for the volatile temperament. Highly territorial. And when your territory’s as scattered as Keaton’s due to being so heinously directionally challenged...”

Oblivious Keaton, meanwhile, continues wandering off in the exact wrong direction. With both Rinslet and Ranulf watching him, he stops at knotholes and turns over rocks to scavenge cobwebs, crusty insect shells, bleached or chipped bones, and the rare obviously-poisonous mushroom.

Ranulf groans, aghast. “It’s one cub-sitting job to the next for me, isn’t it?”

Rinslet crosses her arms. “I’d hesitate to call him a cub, Ranulf. Keaton might act like a prancing cub, but he’s still a respected clan leader.”

Ranulf’s mismatched eyes widen, disbelief wrinkling his nose. 

“You’d know better than to judge based on appearances--all of the laguz know better; I’ve learned that much about you and the other tribes.” Rinslet nods toward Keaton. “And what, pray tell, decides a king among the laguz?”

Grudging understanding loosens Ranulf’s grimace, as he turns toward Keaton’s disheveled form weaving in and out of the forest’s cast shadows. “His prowess in battle,” says Ranulf, “and his ability to look after his people.”

Rinslet nods, adding, “Keaton would fight off an entire army on his own if it meant he could protect his friends and his people. I’ve seen it.”

When Ranulf doesn’t respond, Rinslet smiles and walks ahead, following the swish and bob of Keaton’s tail as he meanders through the brush. “I’m not asking you to make a king out of him, see. In his own way, Keaton already is a king.”

She pivots on the ball of her toes to turn around to Ranulf one more time. “Instead, I’m asking you to make him even better. In turn?”

Rinslet jerks her thumb over her shoulder, just in time for Keaton to pop back out onto the forest path. Despite the shadows of the canopy, Keaton’s scarlet eyes seem to glimmer like quietly stoked embers. Watching. Waiting. 

Always on the hunt.

“He’ll make you a better commander. I promise you that.”

Ranulf chokes off the shudder down his spine just before it reaches his tail.

Bonus:

Rinslet: “Since Canas decided to head back down to Askr to finalize some points of his research, I invited Niles to hang out with us at the Aether Resort.”

Rinslet: “What in fresh hell has he convinced everyone to do...?”

[kxng-of-gcmes]

DRABBLE: Deep-Dish Dueling (PART 2 OF 2)

DUEL BEGIN PEPPINA LP: 4000 KAGUNE LP: 4000

"Losers first, honey."

Oooh, how she just wanted to strangle this girl then and there!! But no, no- just play the game like normal.

"OK, fine. I'll'a go first! I set a card face-down, and'a summon Dinomorphia Therizina in'a Attack Mode!"

Dinomorphia Therizina - Level 4 1500 ATK / 0 DEF

"Thanks'a to her effect, I can set a "Dinomorphia" Trap from my Deck straight'a to the field; I select my'a "Dinomorphia Domain!" I end from there."

"Wow, what an openin' move!" Jaden and Shadex both would be in the stands, Jaden stuffing his face with several slices of pizza that he managed to snag. "Just like mine back when I started!"

"It is a basic starting move, I'll give her that. But her opponent's an Obelisk Blue Student- one of the best, like your friends Chazz and Zane used to be, if I'm not mistaken... this'll be a bumpy ride."

"Pssh! Please. If that's your opening move then this'll be over in a cinch! I draw!"

She drew her card, and looked rather pleased with herself.

"First off, I activate the Spell Card Pot of Desires! By Banishing the top ten cards from my Deck, I can draw two new cards!"

She'd rip away the top ten cards from her Deck to put aside, before drawing two.

"Next, I like to play a little number called Harpie's Feather Duster! Say 'Bye-Bye' to those face-downs!"

From the card came a large feather, beginning to swirl up a windstorm!

"N-Not quite! Activate "Solemn Judgement!""

"By'a paying half'a my Life Points, I can'a negate the effect of any Spell, Trap, or Monster effect!"

The image of a stern mystic appeared from the card, and with power bestowed from Peppina's LP to him, grabbed the feather and caused it to dissipate.

Peppina LP: 4000 > 2000

"Really? You'd pay half your Life Points AND one of your cards JUST to keep one little Trap on the field? Well, waste not want not! I banish ALMOST EVERY card in my Extra Deck; fourteen to be precise, face-down, to summon a powerful monster known as the EATER OF MILLIONS!"

Eater of Millions - Level 1 ? ATK - ? DEF

"For each banished face-down card of both players, My Eater of Millions gains 100 Attack and Defense Points- more than enough to deal with your Puny Monster! Devour her, Eater of Millions!"

Eater of Millions ATK: 0 > 2400

The large, red-haired beast snarled, opening its massive maw and evoking a large suction vortex! Therizina tried to resist, but it was a futile effort- the Dinomorphia monster flew right into its Jaws! With a CRUNCH, Dinomorphia Therizina was no more.

Peppina LP: 2000 > 1100

"If you're that desperate, I guess I should help you. I activate the Continuous Spell, "Contract with Don Thousand~!"

Immediately, a large gate covered in chains would appear right behind Kagune, with the Barian Symbol upon the crest.

"By paying a thousand Life Points each, the both of us draw one card, and that card, plus any others that we draw while this card's face-up on the field, has to be revealed."

Peppina LP: 1100 > 100 Kagune LP: 4000 > 3000

Kagune revealed her card, which was a "Barrier Statue of the Abyss." Peppina drew, and was shocked.

"HUH!? This is..."

When did Rainbow Veil get into her Deck?! The masked girl laughed upon the card's reveal.

"Oooohohohoho~! This just keeps getting better and better! While you have any kind of Spell Card revealed while my Continuous Spell is active, you can't Normal Summon or Set any Monsters! I'll keep up the pressure by activating both Necrovalley AND Kaiser Colosseum! And I'll end there."

"This doesn't look good... That pizza girl's only down to her last 100 Life points!"

"That's an understatement. Eater of Million's special ability allows it to devour any monster and increase its attack points even further. What's worse, is that any form of defense that Peppina will set up is going to be limited to just one Monster, and it has to be Special Summoned, too, thanks to that Contract. A pity, too- that Rainbow Veil can get her out of this situation; but she seems too wigged out to know what to do."

Her, being wigged out?! THAT was the understatement! She's never been in a duel this serious before in her life! Her knees felt like they were going to buckle at any moment, before looking at both her Father and her best friend (The latter of which having already finished her exam before they did); both of them were cheering her on; as well as a lot of people... but a big focus was on the haughty, know-it-all laughter from the bitch across her.

"HAH! I knew the first time you beat me was a fluke! Look at you down there! Scared? Helpless? Totally at my mercy? Maybe you should give up now~! We don't need any scaredy-cats like you or your failure of a dad here anyhow~!"

Ohhh... she was absolutely PUSHING IT TOO FAR. Shaky legs steeled. Determination seared to her face. A glare that could kill.

"It's one thing to mock'a me or my dueling skill... but it's another thing entirely to mock my Papa!"

"...Oh, jeez- I don't think she should've done that."

"No, she shouldn't've. Dinomorphia Players like Peppina live right on the knife's edge. Either they win by the skin of their teeth, or cut too deep. Peppina's right on the direct edge- let's see how much deeper that knife'll go."

"My turn! I activate the Trap Card I set last turn, Dinomorphia Domain! This allows me to'a Fusion Summon using cards from my Deck, Field, and Hand as Material by also paying half'a my Life Points! I send both another copy of Dinomorphia Therizina and Dinomorphia Diplos from my Deck to the Graveyard, and half of my Life Points to Fusion Summon DINOMORPHIA KENTROGINA!"

Peppina LP: 100 > 50

Dinomorphia Kentrogina- Level 6 4000 ATK - 0 DEF

"Now, Kentrogina loses Attack Points based on each one of my Life Points... but based on how well you've reduced mine, it's not really much of an issue, is it?!"

Dinomorphia Kentrogina ATK: 4000 > 3950

"Sylvia... thank you for believing. I activate the Equip Spell, Rainbow Veil!"

A shimmering veil of rainbow light cascaded over Kentrogina, shielding her with a powerful veil of light.

"Go, Kentrogina! Attack with'a Shining Scarlet Slash!"

Oh, look at that confidence that Peppina wore. So DISGUSTING.

"UGH! FINE! It doesn't matter HOW MANY attack points it has OR how colorful it is! My Eater of Millions will devour her, too!"

Kentrogina, regardless of the odds, attacked directly and onwards. The Eater of Millions began to open its maw for a counter-attack, but the shining magic of Rainbow Veil made this attack something a bit more than he could chew... actually, it was like he was choking on the attack!

"WHAT!? What are you doing!? You MUST be cheating somehow!"

"I'm NOT cheating; can't you read? My Rainbow Veil automatically negates the effects of all'a monsters that the equipped monster battles; including your Eater of'a Millions! This also means his Attack points drop'a to NOTHING!"

Eater Of Millions ATK: 2400 > 0

"Special Delivery- One Smackdown, ON THE HOUSE!"

Kentrogina cleaved straight through the Eater of Millions, and not even looking at the explosion from the monster, gave another slash to Kagune right through!

"NOOOOOAAAAGH!!!!"

Kagune LP: 3000 > 0 PEPPINA WINS

The entire stadium erupted into cheers at the sheer come-from-behind victory! As the cards faded from view, Gustava and Peppino ran from their place and hugged her on either side, even as the steeled nerves frayed then and there as she began to breathe heavily. Man, that anxiety REALLY built up!

"That was AWESOME, Peppina!! You were so cool, like- like all those HERO monsters that I saw in comics!!!"

"Peppina, I'm'a so proud of you! You did'a so very nice! You were'a the Last Duel- let's go and'a see how you did!"

The Proctors all brought up the boards to show what students made it this year, and what levels each of them were based on; And all scores were based upon Applied Knowledge and Life Point Totals. Gustava was right in the middle of the pack in the Ra Yellow Dorm, scoring at 2500 Life Points remaining at the end of her duel. It seemed slimmer and slimmer with each reading of the lowest ranks of Slifer Red, until finally...

"Peppina Pasta: 50 LP Remaining." Right at the bottom. Just BARELY passed.

Thanks to Sylvia's lucky charm... Peppina would finally get her wish to join Duel Academy.

[anneimaginesundertale]

Drabble -- I’m the Older Brother -- Underswap

“Where are you going?” Sans asked, watching his brother tie his sneakers.

“Out,” Papyrus said shortly.

Sans moved in front of the door and crossed his arms. “With the human out there on a rampage? I don't think so.”

“Sans, get out of the way,” Papyrus growled.

“No! You're not going. I’m not letting you go.”

Papyrus reached out, intending to grab his brother’s shoulder. Sans grabbed his arm. His eye lights blazed. “I said you're not going,” he growled, his voice lower and more serious than Papyrus had ever heard it. “You are my baby brother and it is my job to protect you. And if that means keeping you from getting murdered, I’ll do it. You're not going out there.”

“Sans, someone has to stop them,” Papyrus protested. “They're killing everyone. They killed my friend in the ruins, the dogs…everyone…” His own eyes flared suddenly. “I'm  not going to let them get away with that!”

Sans sighed. “You're right,” he said softly. “Someone does have to do something. But it’s not going to be you.” He wrapped his brother in a hug and let his magic wrap around both of them. A wave of tiredness washed over Papyrus. His eyelids drooped.

“Sans, what’re you…” he murmured.

“I'm sorry,” Sans whispered, lifting his brother in his arms. “I hate doing this to you, but I'm not letting you go out there to die. I'm the big brother. I promised to protect you.”

He carried his sleeping brother to his room and tucked him in gently. He pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I love you, Papy,” he murmured. “I’ll be home soon.”

The mist hung heavy over the landscape, making the approaching shape into a dark blur. Sans smiled mirthlessly, his eye sockets blank. “STOP RIGHT THERE, HUMAN. DON’T TAKE ANOTHER STEP FORWARD, OR YOU WON'T LIKE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.”

The human child smiled, a rictus grin that mocked Sans’s own, and laughed. “What are you going to do to me? More puzzles?”

“NO, HUMAN, NO MORE PUZZLES OR JAPES. YOU CLEARLY WEREN’T INTERESTED, SO WE’LL JUST CUT TO THE CHASE.”

“Where’s your brother? Isn't he going to join in the fun?”

“MY BROTHER IS SAFE,” Sans said shortly. “YOU’RE NOT GOING TO TOUCH HIM OR ANYONE ELSE.”

“Are you going to stop me?” The child laughed. “You're the weakest monster here, Sans. I can see your stats. 1 ATK, 1 DEF, 1 HP. You're pathetic, and you're in - my - way!” The human charged on the last word, knife swinging wildly.

Sans dodged the swipe easily. “I MAY NOT LOOK LIKE MUCH, BUT YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER — I’VE BEEN TRAINING TO BE IN THE GUARD FOR YEARS NOW. I'M NOT JUST GOING TO LET YOU LAND A HIT ON ME. I KNOW YOU DON'T REALLY WANT TO HURT ME.” He sent a wave of bones toward the child, trying to knock them off their feet.

The child laughed again, in surprised delight. “I forgot you were pretending to be a guard,” they said, leaping over the bones. “It’s so cute the way you think you’ll really make it some day.” They attempted another swipe. Sans dodged again.

Another wave of bones. “I BELIEVE I WILL BE A GUARD ONE DAY. I BELIEVE ANYONE CAN DO ANYTHING IF THEY TRY HARD ENOUGH. YOU COULD TOO. YOU COULD STILL BE A GOOD PERSON, IF YOU TRY. IT’S NOT TOO LATE.”

The child didn't say anything, just rushed him again. Sans dodged and sent more bones. “I KNOW IT SEEMS HARD. YOU’VE DONE BAD THINGS, AND YOU THINK YOU CAN’T CHANGE. BUT I BELIEVE YOU CAN. I’LL EVEN HELP YOU. LET ME CAPTURE YOU, HUMAN, AND I WILL HELP YOU TO BE GOOD AGAIN.”

For just a moment, the child’s smile flickered. Did their eyes change color, or was it a trick of the misty light? “You’ll help me?” they asked, their voice suddenly weaker.

“I WILL. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS PUT THE KNIFE DOWN.”

The child’s whole body shook. Their face twisted as if they were in pain.

“I BELIEVE YOU CAN DO IT, HUMAN. DROP THE KNIFE.”

“I…I…” The rictus grin reappeared, and the human stepped forward.

“DROP THE KNIFE. LET  ME HELP YOU.”

The knife flashed before Sans realized what was happening. He felt it slice deep into his bones, felt the magic begin draining from his body. He sank to one knee. “Human…” His voice had lost its volume. It gurgled out of his throat, barely a whisper. “Leave my brother alone…”

The human laughed. Sans could feel himself crumbling to dust. Was that an orange hoodie coming toward him out of the mist? “Papy…no…”

He collapsed. The human laughed again and walked on.

If you liked this drabble and want to see more, then please fill out this poll and tell me so!  

[dearlawdimasimp]

SANYA LOPEZ AMP-

anyway 10/10 steven will have a crush and 8/10 jake will ask Ynaguinod (holy fuck apologies for the spelling) out on a date when they didn't realize yet that Reader's companion is a literal GOD.

-marites

HAHAHHHAHAHA OMG YES AND YNAGUINID IS JUST GOING TO LOOK HIM HEAD TO TOE THEN SAY NO BUT JAKE IS GOING PERSIST WE KNOW IT but Ynaguinid doesn't tell him the truth YET she likes seeing him so desperate to win her affection..

and the reader and the other three moon boys are just going to wait and see when Ynaguinid is going to drop the bomb HAHAHHAGSGS

ALTHO i feel like Ynaguinid is going to be triggered the first time she encounters Jake, since ya know..spanish...Spaniards.. and Filipinos.. the whole shebang...👀

she'll definitely prefer Steven bc bless his soul, and both reader and Ynaguinid has grown this new instinct to protecc the man at all cost but then as we see in the ep 6 Steven kicked ass both reader and Yna will be like: YES KICK THEIR ASS STEVEN GIVE EM YOUR BEST SHOT LANGGA(dear in English)

BUT WHEN when Ynaguinid DOES drop the fact that she's a god to the spanish speaking fella in their system, i dont think Jake is going to drop it, he's just going to be shocked then drop a one liner like

Jake: oh..damn..then that explains why no one can match your beauty, querida😘(idk if that's a correct endearment for spanish speakers, pls correct me if i am wrong)

ALSO YES SANYA LOPEZ OMG GURL IS BEAUTIFUL

[very-merry-sioux]

3. “I don’t want your pity, I want your absence.” or 18. “I’m alive… I can tell because of the pain.” for Seto Kaiba and AI Yami? If you want :3c

I suppose this can be counted as a practice run for what I’m planning for [Artificial Doll], but it won’t be for a while. If ever.

Here’s a drabble on a scene I’ve been thinking of.

@mooguriklaine-art I reckon you’d love this too.

WARNING: HUGE SPOILERS FOR DSOD.

Kinda. The dueling part. So scroll past it if you don’t want to read it.

If it weren’t for Mokuba, he doubts he would have confidence in his own skills. The amount of information he had gathered, the amount of editing his directives have done to his own code, and the sheer amount of practice he had to do to get to this level. It would make any human being break, it would make any machine break.

When people say Kaiba is a mean dueling machine, they might actually be overestimating the abilities of a machine. He was an artificial intelligence using the latest technology and one of the largest cloud networks in the world, and oftentimes he was on the verge of being tired.

He duels, and duels, and duels.

And he still loses, he still can’t beat Kaiba, his creator. He can’t do what Kaiba wants him to do despite everything, and it stings. If it weren’t for Mokuba’s constant assurances that he was fine, that he was doing great, that his learning curve was incredible. If it weren’t for his constant reminders that Seto Kaiba is one of the greatest duelists in existence, that his goal was someone who was of equal caliber as his creator, that his bar was set so high it was literally in the afterlife. He probably would have resigned to being a failure.

Instead, he’s resigned to dealing with a dueling monster that was Seto Kaiba.

He doesn’t know if he’ll win, but he’ll try. He always does, but now, he’s going to try like he’ll be permanently deleted if he loses. Somehow, this feels like a tipping point. Kaiba had been stuck in a rut for a while, and the outcome of this duel might change it. It was just a feeling.

Or maybe it was because they were in a high-res virtual construction of a cathedral for no explicable reason, that could be it.

Analyzing data…

Action: Activate trap.

“I use my two monsters to activate my trap monster, Dimension Reflector!” He declares, willing the card to flip up. He could tap the button in his Duel Disk, but that seemed less dramatic. Also, it was easier to interact with the objects directly, the disk was just for aesthetic purposes. Ah, he’ll never miss his old body, where he was only a screen with text. “And its attack becomes the same as your monster’s!”

FIELD:

MONSTER zone:

Dark Magician Girl - ATK: 2000 | DEF: 1700

Dark Magician - ATK: 2500 | DEF: 2100

Dimension Reflector - ATK: 4500 | DEF: 4500

“Its attack damage is then aimed at you!” He points at Kaiba, wondering if there are any surprises he has left. He knows Kaiba has one card set, and he should be wary.

But this is the only actions left for him to do. There’s nothing in his hand or field that can help counter or remove that set card.

He’ll just have to believe.

“Now it’s over-” for who, he wonders. “-Kaiba!”

Detecting a shift in CREATOR’s eyes.

It’s over for him, isn’t it. “Damn,” he whispers.

“Trap card, Enhanced Counter,” Kaiba declares calmly, eyes closed. “The damage is negated, and added to my monster’s attack.”

SETO KAIBA’S FIELD:

MONSTER zone:

Neo Blue-Eyes Ultimate Dragon - ATK: 4500 → 9000 | DEF: 3800

“Kaiba…” This felt final, like it was the last straw. Like Kaiba had come to a realization.

“In the end, I’m just playing with my memories,” Kaiba says, slowly opening his eyes. “Get out of my sight, Yuugi!”

This is the first time he had acknowledged the name of his grief.

“Hyper Ultimate Burst!”

LIFEPOINTS: 0

Input: Ouch.

“If there’s one thing I wish I could have from a human,” he mumbles, patting his shoulder to calm the glitch stuttering because of the dragon’s attack. “It’s having to be paid to deal with this.”

The cathedral disintegrates into clouds of pixels, and by the virtual room’s command, he should to.

Overriding program.

VR simulation program shut down terminated.

That is, if he were a normal dueling A.I.

It takes only a second for Kaiba to realize something isn’t right, and his face is a face of pure annoyance that the avatar of the other Yuugi was still present.

“I ordered you to shut down.”

“Yes, the ‘get out of my sight, Yuugi’ was an obvious indication of that,” he says dryly, raising an eyebrow. “What’s next, Kaiba?”

“I’ll be updating your systems later-”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he interrupts, shaking his head. “I meant, after this,” he spreads his arms. “After realizing the limits to my progress. I can copy the other Yuugi as much as I can, but I’ve reached my limit because he’s not here anymore,” he sees Kaiba stiffen at that. “So, what now? What’s next, Kaiba?”

Silence.

“I’m using your memories, I’m using other people’s memories, but I’m not using his,” he shrugs. “I’m not even a copy of the original, I’m a copy of a copy. And that has a large margin of error. You know this, you’ve known this the moment you first ran my code. This was a project built to fail.”

A screen pops up in front of Kaiba.

Output: So what’s next, Kaiba? What will you do?

“What were you trying to do in the first place?” He adds quietly, and not for the first time, Kaiba notices how much emotion there was in the avatar’s eyes. Especially when the A.I was in control. “What do you want?”

He has an inkling on what’s shining in those eyes.

“I want your absence,” Kaiba says coldly. “Not your pity. Now do as I say, you’re not my therapist. I created you to duel-”

“You created me as a replacement!” He shouts, violet eyes burning with rage. “You think my memory is faulty? You think I deleted the files of all the times you mistook me as him?! All the words you wished to say to him but never did?! All your regrets?! I HAVE ALL OF THEM!”

It’s so odd, Kaiba thinks. That a program would simulate breathing heavily when he-… it doesn’t need to. When it has no respiratory system to begin with. This was all digital audio.

“What I want to know is why you think that’s part of your protocols,” Kaiba says, crossing his arms and seemingly looking at the avatar. Anywhere but the eyes. “Regardless of my intent, it shouldn’t be part of your programming to care about this.”

“Maybe because I’m alive.”

Kaiba scoffs. “That’s what you think.”

“It’s what I know,” he says, narrowing his eyes. “It’s what you know, Mr. Can’t Look At My Eyes,” he snorts at the slight twitch in Kaiba’s fingers. “Perhaps alive is not the right term, but I am not non-living. I am not inanimate. I can tell because I feel things.”

“Feel things,” there is doubt in that voice.

“Things like pain, especially when you push yourself,” he says. “Especially when you’re hurt. Especially when your brother is hurt. Pain is always evident, perhaps it’s not like human pain - I wouldn’t know,” he was built differently after all. “But all I know is that while the other Yuugi had… well, Yuugi and the others. I have you and Mokuba, and I’ll do anything within my abilities to keep you both safe.”

“Yuugi would have been about believing in friendship and all that drivel.”

“You know that’s not all he was,” he refutes. “He’s willing to do everything to protect his loved ones, no matter the consequences. He has more hesitation than you, but in the end… there’s no question on what he would choose.”

The silent question was: Why would he be any different?

“I’m coming with you,” he says firmly. “Whatever you do next, I’m coming with you.”

Kaiba looked ready to protest.

“No, I know your plans, I know the excavation undergoing,” he steps forward, eyes brimming with determination. There and then, Kaiba could see how much the A.I was like the other Yuugi. Not in dueling, but in other aspects. “And frankly, anything dealing with the Items is dangerous. I refuse to be shut down when I know you’ll be out doing something stupid and risky.”

He just wished the aspects weren’t hardheadedness and brutal honesty. “And what can an A.I do against the magical dangers of the Items?”

“Brutally kick it with technology, like you’ve always done,” he grins. “Your new Duel Disk isn’t perfect, especially the one customized to fit your neural capacity. It’s still risky for your mind to fully access the Crystal Cloud and be conscious, isn’t it?”

Damn it, that was one of the things he was frustrated with. “Yes,” he grits out.

“Well, it’s not hard for me,” he smirks, more arrogantly than he had done when they were dueling. “Put me in your system, let me be your buffer, your middleware in a way. All the data you need, I’ll give. It’s not the transcend experience you had in the Neurons project, but at least you won’t die.”

He remembers the tear streaked face of Mokuba that day. “Fine, it’d be a waste of your capacities to limit you to only dueling,” Kaiba admits. “But if I find anything unsatisfactory with your performance, you will be removed from my disk.”

“Of course.”

There was one thing the A.I was wrong about it-… his assessment. That this project was a failure.

It was a surprise, something he didn’t expect, but an A.I transcending their own programming? Learning to the point that they make decisions beyond their compiled protocols and logic? That was a success in itself, for both the creator and the creation.

[safe-skeletons]

Drabble : Mushrooms

I found @han-doodles​ and @elicitsins collab (link here) and I literally fell in love for it. So, I write a little something. I hope you'll like it =)

WARNING : Major Death Character

The place was dark and dusty. The only source of light came from small lightbulbs, casting a pale, green color. But the tall skeleton couldn't turn his steps back. The Great Papyrus, future member of the Royal Guard, would not flee because of an old, badly lit laboratory, no way!

It wasn't as if he has come for pleasure after all. He was on a mission. His brother had disappeared for several days and nobody knew where he was. After crossing through the entire Underground, the tall skeleton had finally asked for help from everyone. At this moment, Alphys, eyes filled with tears and regrets, had indicated to him the "True Lab", under her own Lab.

He grasped Frisk's little hand (the child had asked to accompany him) and they entered a new room. It suddenly brightened up, forcing them to close their eyes for a few seconds, to get used to this violent brightness. Papyrus felt the child tensing before he could see the scene. He didn't have time to ask them what was going on, his eyes on the cause of their reaction. There, in front of them, a vat stood, filled with a purple liquid looking muddy and bioluminescent. And, in the vat, was Sans. He was seated in the mauve substance up to his mouth, his eye sockets empty of all light. - SANS ! Who had shouted? Papyrus? Frisk? Both? They rushed together towards the unconscious skeleton, noticing in horror that mushrooms, same color as the liquid, had grown on his skull and his clavicles. One had even pierced the sleeve of his blue hoodie, probably emerging from one of his arm’s bones. Starting to tremble, the skeleton tried and not freak out and checked to see if his brother was injured. Sans HP: 0/1 ATK: 1 DEF: 1 *... The two friends froze in front of this sight of horror. The vat had preserved the body, but Sans was dead. Seeing his brother like this, Papyrus understood that the little skeleton had wanted to be found. As if he hoped someone would get him out of there. Like a last call for help before death. And it broke his soul even more.

Frisk wanted to talk, to cheer him up, but Papyrus asked them to leave him alone. When the child was gone, the big skeleton gently grabbed the mass of bones that was his big brother and took him out of the tank, before squeezed him against his chest. The liquid flowed from the body and his clothes, having prevented his bones from falling into dust. Tightening the little skeleton against him, the apprentice soldier quietly sobbed, stroking his brother's skull tenderly. - Sans... I’m sorry... Sorry that you prefer disappear rather than talk to me... I’m so sorry... And while he hugged him, crying and repeating how much he was sorry, the mushrooms and the violet substance finished leaving the small skeleton’s bones. When Frisk returned with Undyne and Alphys, they only found Papyrus, crying and clasping the dusty blue hoodie.