#spar--queue

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

*playing twister*

Xaden: Right hand red.

Xaden: *ends up on top of Violet*

Violet: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Xaden: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

[kazimakuwabara]

[not-poignant]

11 13 16 for arden cuz hes my babagirl :3c

11. What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

It's his body.

Because he's gone far enough in judo, he's literally considered a deadly weapon by some governments (no really, this is a thing, there is a point in most martial arts training where you become a "deadly weapon" and this can impact court cases if you get involved in them where you knowing hurt someone with that weapon - there was a case of an MMA fighter being charged with 'aggravated assault with a deadly weapon' because he beat someone to death with the training to do so professionally).

And yes, Arden has used it! He talks about it quite a bit at the beginning of Falling Falling Stars. And Efnisien realises quickly through his research that Arden can take down like 15 people or more at the same time, and that this is literally the level of training that he's at.

We see him being willing to use it, in Falling Falling Stars too! During the Forest arc.

13. If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

Yeah we absolutely would. He definitely falls under the category of 'we'd have fun hanging out together' lol. We have a lot of things in common, and if I ever wanted to start a new hobby I could always go into his disaster room to see if he has the starting blocks for it lol

16. What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

It's high. It's been conditioned to be that way because of his judo training! A lot of moves in judo can put the joints under a lot of stress (i.e. bending them in ways they're not supposed to go, to "lock" someone's body in place and paralyse them, the ability to recover from that is part of what sparring is, and that does include being able to learn how to handle the pain that comes from regular sparring - especially with people less experienced who might be more prone to making mistakes, and people who are very seriously competing with you).

~

From the Edgy OCs meme!

[shimmerbeasts]

It wasn’t unusual for the Matron to challenge herself in extreme weather conditions, using the blistering heat of Shurima's deserts to practice with the region’s traditional weapons. While she still favored her magic, channeling it through her staff as a conduit, she was acutely aware of how often mages could be rendered powerless through restraint or suppression. For that reason, she refused to rely solely on arcane abilities for her survival. On this particular day, under a relentless sun blazing high in the sky, LeBlanc sparred with a local master of swordsmanship. He was, naturally, a trusted member of the Black Rose and fully aware of the formidable woman he was training. He dared not hold back, knowing that doing so would earn him her displeasure. What she didn’t foresee, however, was the reaction of her companion's cubs. Naafiri’s pups seemed to mistake the sparring session for some sort of playful scuffle. LeBlanc had just parried an overhead strike when she felt powerful jaws clamp down on her calf. A startled cry escaped her—not from pain but sheer surprise. Instinctively, she dodged an opportunistic follow-up strike from Khalid, refusing to call off the session despite the interruption. After all, distractions like this could just as easily occur in a real fight. Moments later, LeBlanc disarmed Khalid with a calculated strike, her blade pressing lightly against his throat in victory. Only then did she lower her weapon and turn her attention to Naafiri and her pack. "If you wanted to join us, you could’ve just asked!" she said, her voice carrying a mix of amusement and exasperation. Far from angry, she found it endearing that the pups were so eager to engage. "If I’d known they’d jump in, I would’ve been more careful to avoid them as well." Her voice was breathy as she still had to catch up with her breath. Lowering herself, the gave a closer look on the bite on her calf to assess how bad it was.

Naafiri's yellow, pupilless eyes followed LeBlanc's movements. The Darkin hound sat in the shade of one of the tents. The Shuriman members of the Black Rose had learned to understand that the dangerous, seven-foot-tall beast was a friend and ally of the Matron and thus treated Naafiri with reverence. They would lie if they pretended it did not feel good. It reminded Naafiri of the old days when she had been an Ascended. The common folk would bow their heads in the same reverence if they saw her walking by.

LeBlanc was practising the wielding of a khopesh, a traditional ancient Shuriman weapon, which turned out to be a very strangely curved sword. The sharp clanging of the khopesh hitting the bronze shield Khalid used for self-defence caused Naafiri's ears to tip upward. The main body rose its head, staying entirely focussed on how LeBlanc did her best to get a handle on the strange weapon.

The remaining pack mates did not pay that much attention to the sparring. While they could understand its importance, Naafiri's major conscience mind rested in the main body. Unless it bothered signalling to their pack that this was of importance, they barely spared it another glance.

However, it seemed the pups had other thoughts. Naafiri's cubs were not yet old enough to fully assimilate with the Darkin mind. Thus they observed this sparring session not with the notion of it being a practice, but a game. Before Naafiri could register what would happen, the cubs hurried over and snapped strong jaws around LeBlanc's calf. Even as such young things, the Darkin inside of them allowed their bites to carry quite a bit of power.

Once LeBlanc defeated Khalid, Naafiri gave a low sneeze to call the cubs back to them. The Darkin's pack mates rose a bit faster than the main body. Two walked over to pick up the squirming, excited puppies who were yapping and wagging their tails. The cubs were softly placed amid the pack. The main body looked back and gave another low snort as if to make it clear that they should not have done that.

Naafiri spoke: "We had not known they would jump in. Though now that you offer it." The main body shook itself, blades jiggling, before it came prowling towards LeBlanc. "We would not mind the additional training. Hunting prey so rarely has it fight back. Not that we are opposed to it. We love to see things run."

"Still, are you certain that you want to spar with us?", Naafiri warned, "We would not hold back and we have felled many enemies before. Large and small." The Darkin looked at their friend, their tail trembling with excitement. Three of their pack mates got up and joined them, creating a small formation behind the main body, making it a somewhat fairer fight.

"Ready when you are, LeBlanc."

@blackrosesmatron cont. from here.

[theshieldbladelegacy]

[lotusgrieved]

❝ oi ! ❞ heat flares in focused gaze, NEWFOUND VIGOR buzzing in closed fists. even still, there is a mirth, a playfulness to soften the edge. ❝ you weren't holding out on me, were you ?! ❞ they beam, a sparkle swelling in decisive gaze. ❝ i'll accept nothing less than your best ! ❞

STARTER CALL . / @chaoslulled , for uzui tengen *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

[therighthandofvengeance]

G’Kar: I slipped.

Lyta: Right, you slipped as a result of me punching you in the face.

G’Kar: I was already slipping when you happened to punch me in the face. The two events are not related.

[fatedmuses]

@nectaric asked: ❝ against my better judgement i trust you and i think that says a lot about the state of the world right now. ❞ - merc to qrow lmao

Qrow chuckled, shaking his head fondly. "I could say the same about you, kid." The last he'd seen of Mercury, before this, had been at Haven, fucking things up for them. And now here he was, helping them. Maybe not happily, maybe only because that green haired girl had switched sides, but he was helping.

More than any of them had every expected, honestly.

He held his sword loosely in his hand, studying Mercury for a moment. Honestly, he was a bit surprised the other had agreed to spar. Qrow wanted to see what he was made of, what he'd learned over the years. He remembered watching his fight with Yang, but that had happened so long ago, and there had been bigger fish to fry, at the time.

"So you what, have gun boots? And I thought Yang was insane for her gun gauntlets."

[blazingcrimson]

Tag dump for OOC.

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❪ ⋅ 🔅 ⋆ — fellow heirs to protect our world┊❛ promo ❜ ❫

❪ ⋅ 🔅 ⋆ — letters sent home┊❛ ooc inbox ❜ ❫ ❪ ⋅ 🔅 ⋆ — the wishes of his people┊❛ wishlist ❜ ❫

❪ ⋅ 🔅 ⋆ — invitation to spar together┊❛ starter call ❜ ❫

[mvnces]

[ TRAIN ]: sender tackles the receiver as part of a sparring or training exercise. ( elias & chuck pls )

Pentecost had been the one to suggest that they sparred together. Maybe the thought process was for the two of them to work out all the aggression that they apparently had toward each other. Wear themselves out so they could be less of a problem around the Shatterdome. Giver everyone else a moment of peace. Maybe it would be a way for them to bond or something along those lines.

But it had been at leas two years since Elias had been able to have a friendly sparring session with anyone. And it would continue to be a whole two years since then.

A grunt escaped him, wind knocked out of him, as his back collided with the mat. The Hansen kid definitely had the size advantage of him and, apparently, wasn't afraid to use it. (Shame that Elias didn't have his knives with him, though). Elias snapped back into action, hooking a leg over Chuck's hip to use to his advantage to flip their positions.

[featherstcnes]

"you should trust your instincts." - div for caelen 

caelen was out of his element here. if this was years ago, his brother would have been the picture perfect general. knowing what to say and how to say it. knowing who to connect with and why. most days, he felt a bit like an imposter doing this. he was too new to all of this, and now, it felt like he was thrown right into the middle of it all. attempting to play a part, traveling to other courts... it was nothing in the realm of his expertise. but how was he supposed to say no to his superiors when they'd sent him here? people depended on him. and yet, here he was, attempting to pretend as if there was nothing that could phase him.

and yet, it was as if the person in front of him could read him like an open book some days.

they had been playing politics for days, and caelen hated it. all he wanted was to just go back to training and get back to his normal routine. so with the suggestion of training, of going through a bit of sparring, the two of them were getting some pent up energy out.

" trust my instincts? " caelen managed a laugh, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow before tightening the straps around his wrists. " you know, people told me to act all proper when i came here. telling me to make sure i fight a certain way and do certain things, and here you are telling me to trust my instincts, " he began, standing a bit straighter for a moment. " i would have blocked that hit if i didn't care so much about making it look like i know what the hells i'm doing. "

from a meme i lost and am too lazy to find

[gloryseized]

A small breath escaped his lips as Ganon yanked him backward, surprised by the motion more than anything. But the delighted smile clearly showed he didn't mind, lips chasing after Ganon's nose as it nuzzled him. Planting a kiss in place on the nose, he returned the nuzzle as well, breath now releasing in a sigh.

Blinking at the question, blue eyes snapped with interest as he studied Ganon's face curiously, smile growing steadily. Fisted hand bobbed in a nod. << Yes. >> he responded eagerly before his head tilted with a question. Fingers curled into loose 'o's both pointer fingers sticking up as he tapped his hands together. << Date? >>

At the very least, chasing after Ganon in the dark wasn't exactly untrod territory for either of them, although this would be the first time Link was invited to follow rather than ordered to by his King and the general rules of decorum as a bodyguard. Link found he quite liked the difference now.

Already, there was something almost addictive about kissing Link, those soft lips against his, warm and inviting. It took so much strength not to kiss him over and over, though he greatly wanted to - how much was too much for having just confessed their feelings?

He didn't get the choice to stop as Link caught in a delightful kiss that stole all thought and breath away. It was only Link's signed reply that broke the spell that kiss had on him. A cheerful laugh dropped from Ganon's lips as he slipped his arms around Link, pulling the Hylian down with him as he laid back on the sand. He pressed his nose against Link's, nuzzling gently for a moment.

"Will you meet me tonight? After nightfall, when the others sleep. I want to take you out for a date."

[voidedgear]

🖤 - For xion !

MEME OBTAINED!

ATTRACTIVENESS:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

PERSONALITY:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD HAVE SEX WITH THEM:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other (Vanitas' POV) / casual friends (Vanitas' POV) / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Task Force 141 Imagines & What If... Series: Masterlist

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ao3 // main masterlist

Posted Prompts:

Kitchen Quickies

Worm

Don't Move

Hand Necklace

What are We?

By the Belt

Break Up With Your Toxic Boyfriend (Preview)

Break Up With Your Toxic Boyfriend (Main)

Break Up With Your Toxic Boyfriend (Bonus)

Clumsy

Just Like Dad

The Obsessed Ex-Husband

Sensitive // Sensitive (ii)

Can't Risk Losing You

Overheard Confession // Overheard Confession (ii)

Hickey // Hickey (ii)

Transfer

Husband/Boyfriend // Boyfriend/Husband

Morning After

Morning After (Alejandro Bonus)

Flowers

Bullied

Premium Air

Not Easy

Last Name

Need

Who Did This?

Grey Sweatpants

Translation

Dad Line

Sit Down // Sit Down (ii)

Spicy Texts

In the Rain

Officer

Secret Baby

Safe Word

Stag Night

Phone Call

One Bed

First "Love You"

Leave the Room

Bumps

Shut It

Unhinged

Chase

Brazilian Wax

Sparring Session

Magic Mike

Scary

Trying

Piercings

Someone Else

Bigger Portion

Crush

Uniform On

Uniform On (Alejandro Bonus)

On Holiday

Alternative

Period Cramps

Enough

Singing Voice

Bratty Attitude

K.I.A.

Struggle

Virgin

In Denial

Under the Bed

Knock

Papi

I'm Your Husband

Captive

Accidental Text

Towel, Off

Lunchbox

Fake Knife

Phone Prank

Make Out

Counter Prank

Is It In?

Butterflies

Faking It

Match My Freak

Contractions

Touch It

Find More Imagines Prompts Here

[tritoch]

the warrior of light as a game-breaking force of violence

there's a moment, relatively early in dawntrail, that establishes succinctly how out of place the warrior of light (as the savior of eorzea and main character of four successive final fantasy game plots) is in what is essentially the story of fresh new final fantasy protagonist wuk lamat. and it sets up quite nicely how the framework of fantasy video game conflict pulls the warrior of light forever towards violence as the expansion goes on.

spoilers through 7.0 follow

consider wuk lamat's kidnapping and rescue. bakool ja ja holds his blade to wuk lamat's throat, taunting you. his lackeys line up against your party in neat little ranks suspiciously reminiscent of a classic final fantasy encounter screen.

and it simply does not matter to the warrior of light. you stride right through their combat setup because you are beyond that by now. the warrior of light has absolutely no respect for the "we are about to do ATB combat" lineup. the camera even jumps the line for you in one continuous rotating shot, crossing the axis of action as though to emphasize through the disruption of visual convention how far outside the game's boundaries you are.

this is how far you are above the problems of dawntrail's first half. you cannot even be bound by the normal rules of cinematography and video game combat. everyone else here lined up for a good old-fashioned scrap and the warrior of light said haha nope actually. i'm going to stroll through here like a god of war astride this tiny battlefield. your henchmen cannot even raise a hand to me. i don't even have to engage in violence directly anymore. my mere presence is enough.

in fact, not only can bakool ja ja's henchmen not raise a hand to you, he's not even worthy of your direct intervention. he kidnaps wuk lamat and steals her keystones and frees valigarmanda and kidnaps hunmu rruk and none of it warrants the warrior of light so much as raising a finger. he's wuk lamat's recurring villain, that's not your problem. you're just here to take in the scenery.

zoraal ja spends his whole life aspiring to be thought of as his father's equal and a worthy successor to the dawnservant as the "resilient son." all it takes for gulool ja ja to acknowledge you as a warrior on his level is like a five minute sparring match. the acknowledgement from gulool ja ja that zoraal ja hungered for his whole life and would eventually go full cyborg supervillain to get via regicide is something the warrior of light receives casually in a throwaway line after their level 93 solo duty on the way to more important plot conversations.

it really seems for a second, in the first half of dawntrail, like you are strong enough and the problems simple enough for this to be a clean and easy adventure. bakool ja ja? power of friendship'd. mamook? successfully reintegrated, no worries about the crimes against humanity. rite of succession? handily won. nothing can stop you. even duty finder queue times have been conquered: you can do all your duties with trusts now.

all of which only makes it better when the second half has sphene ask you and wuk lamat directly: could your strength have been enough to save alexandria? could you have found a different way?

i know some people get very annoyed we don't intervene in the gulool ja ja fight. now personally i think if you see arthur and mordred squaring up it's rude to intervene, but beyond that, it simply wouldn't have mattered. by the time zoraal ja's forces arrived in tuliyollal, alexandria and tural were already on a collision course and doomed to conflict. your hands alone could never have averted this conflict. sphene was always bound to do what she did—and certainly a gulool ja ja without his reason would not be any more inclined to peace than wuk lamat and koana were.

there's a great little moment just before living memory where estinien, champion at reading the room, is like "okay so if thancred and i stay here that frees up you up, aibou, to do what you do best and save the world and have epic fights. woo!!!" and immediately afterwards you basically have to apologize to alisaie because part of the sort of unspoken premise of this whole trip in the first place was that you were, finally, not going to plunge into mortal peril to save the world. you were finally going to take it easy. you were finally done with that. and she has to sort of ruefully be like nah it's fine bro. i was trying to get you to take it easy and not do insane risky world-saving violence. but y'know these things (interdimensional invasions) happen.

by the time you reach the very last trial, all pretense that the warrior of light could have ever been beyond these problems has vanished. you were, very emphatically, not strong enough to hold onto all that was dear without sacrifice. gulool ja ja and otis and cahciua died. yyasulani was irreversibly changed, physically colonized and culturally decimated by another dimension. you systematically shut down each part of living memory, and all its friendly, charming, loving ghosts, with your own hands. with your own clicks.

not even the vaunted strength of the warrior of light is enough to overcome sphene's inexorable logic of conflict. and so, in the end, she plucks you out of the crowd and says, explicitly for reasons of your strength, that you are going to have to do a boss fight now. you are going to have to kill her and you are going to have to do it in a proper 8-on-1 trial, and she forces you to affirmatively state that you understand you're going to kill her.

did you think you were above it all? did you think you could get away from here with your weapon undrawn, with your hands clean? that for you and you alone the logic of conflict comes undone? wrong. wrong. wrong.

your strength cannot redeem you, says sphene. your friends cannot make these sacrifices for you. if you would play the hero then you must play the hero. no half-measures.

back to the duty finder with ye.

[dateko]

a/n: another rando drabble... twas hiding amidst the dust in my drafts... i will never get to see the four of these silly geese happy ever again and they only exist in my google docs where nothing bad ever happens to them...

“Sensei, what is Sensei to you?” Yuuji asks suddenly, causing Gojo to stop in his tracks.

“Huh? Me?”

This time, Nobara groans. “No, you blindfolded idiot! That Sensei!” 

Gojo follows his young student’s gaze as she tilts her chin towards the field where the second-years are training. 

There, standing beside the ever-adorable Panda, is you. You watch with a proud smile on your face as the second years spar with one another, calling out praises along with death threats coming from Maki. It doesn’t take long for you to notice the first years and their slender mentor watching you from the steps. Your lips fight to bite down a smile as you throw out a wave, watching Satoru lift his mask to wink at you.

“See! See! Like that!” Nobara starts again excitedly, pointing at her teacher. “What is that woman to you?”

“Eh?” Gojo raises an eyebrow before lowering his mask. “She’s… A close friend of mine.”

“Sensei, you’re being secretive.” Yuuji offers him a skeptical look, to which Nobara nods along with adamantly. “Fushiguro, what do you think?”

Megumi glances at your figure with a dragging sigh before walking in front of his classmates. “If you ask me, she’s the one.”

Thing 1 and Thing 2 erupt with rowdy exclamations, practically bouncing off their teacher. Megumi continues to walk with a somewhat satisfied expression. The boy’s known you his entire life. Especially how much you mean to his blue-eyed benefactor. 

“B-but how do you know she’s really the one?” Yuuji asks this time, fully invested in his teacher’s love life.

Gojo shrugs nonchalantly. “I have good eyes, you know.”

“Well, now I just feel sorry for her. She has to deal with you every day!” Nobara deflates immediately, unsure of how to feel knowing someone she respects is romantically affiliated with her headache-inducing instructor.

“Hey! It’s a blessing to deal with me!” 

A pair of footsteps sneak up behind the group. “Deal with who?”

With a hand on your hip, you stop to tilt your head at the pairs of wide eyes looking at you. Even beneath his mask, you can tell Satoru looks more than guilty. 

“Something on my face?” You pat a hand on your cheek, wondering why no one’s said anything to you. 

Nobara breaks the silence by walking up to you with her head down, a downcast expression on her face. “Sensei… I’m so sorry for you…”

Confused and admittedly very concerned, you shoot Gojo a look before patting Nobara’s head reassuringly. And your lover holds a sheepish expression as he holds his hands clasped behind his back, an old habit he used to do when he knew he was in the wrong. 

“Alright, I might as well just say it,” Gojo starts, fixing the collar of his jacket. “I told them about us.”

Your eye widen at his words, lips sputtering for a normal response. “You told them we’re married?”

“Wait, married?! Meeting each other with good feelings is one thing, but married… Sensei, I thought you were better than this…" Nobara shakes her head dramatically before walking off, flashing you a disapproving look before dragging Yuuji along with her.

You watch the younger student walk off with a confused brow before returning to face your lover, who is grinning wildly at you. He's clearly over feeling guilty about exposing your little secret. Your questionable silence comes to Gojo as a queue to pull you into a loving embrace, a quiet apology for blowing your cover.

Without skipping a beat, you return the hug, giving up on trying to scold him. You squeak when Gojo rocks the two of you back and forth, pressing never-ending kisses on your jaw. “Just an FYI, Megumi was the one who told them.” He mutters, nose pressing itself into the crook of your neck.

You gasp, holding his face while you step back to look at him. “He wouldn’t do such a thing!”

“He said that you were the one.”

“Isn’t that what you said?”

“Shut up.”

You let out a giggle, a sound Gojo could listen to for hours on repeat. “You used to be so corny when we dated. Still now.”

“I don't think I could ever stop being corny. Only when it comes to you.”