MOBTALE - In a world filled with dangerous humans, mysterious spirits, and strange powers beyond imagining, you are a young man on a journey to grow up, armed with tremendous psychic abilities. Will you fight? Or will you find a way to overcome your obstacles without using psychic powers?
BOSS 9 (BONUS) - PSYCHO HELMET
ATK 200 DEF 200
A spirit created out of the belief of all Divine Tree worshipers combined. It's out of control now.
(This is not a real game btw; just an art project... this was always one of my favorite moments in mp100...)
1st - nxt - 10th
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OC Kiss: Almost (Tavi/Everin, Pillars of Eternity)
Tavi groaned and swore as the back of her hand met the table's weathered surface.
She shook it free of the warm grip around it and planted her elbow, forearm upright, in the table. "Again."
Everin laughed and drained the last of his beer. "Really, Tav? Most kith would cut their losses after three consecutive matches."
She waggled her fingers and stared into those warm, dancing brown eyes. "I thought one of the things you liked about me was my stubbornness."
He huffed a smaller laugh--"It's your dignity"--and slapped his palm to hers, elbow likewise braced on the table. The two glanced up at Fausta, who had been observing the whole exchange with a smirk.
"Oh, ac." She flipped her braid back over her shoulder and counted down in Vailian.
Tavi was raring to go, so it didn't catch her off-guard when Everin's hand wobbled down toward the tabletop under her initial pressure. It did surprise her that he seemed to have trouble rebounding. Maybe she was wearing him down with the persistent matches. She was vaguely aware of conversation from the rest of their group, of Fausta watching to call the winner. But her focus poured into the calloused warmth of Everin's hand against hers, the way pressure tapered off at his broken pinkie, not letting him and his damnable height advantage win again.
She put her whole arm and back into it, half-rising from her seat to get leverage. And Everin's hand started to waver, the match turning from his favor to hers.
He muttered an amused curse under his breath and the muscles in his arm tensed with strain. "Shit, Tavi..."
Tavi spared a brief glance to smirk at him before matching the increased vigor relentlessly until his knuckles met the table.
"Hah!" she crowed, then immediately narrowed her eyes. "You didn't let me fuckin' win, did you, Truscot?"
Everin laughed, making no effort to free himself from her victory. (it made something curl in her chest, that laugh. Pride? Heat?) "Now, why would I do that?"
"I dunno," Tavi retorted, already tempted to demand another rematch. "That face is just makin' me think you took fuckin pity-"
"You don't think you could win on your own merits, Illani?" he baited, eyes twinkling.
"Fuck you, I know I can." She yanked her hand free and leaned forward over the table. "You sayin' I wore you down, Ev?"
Everin leaned forward to match her, close enough she could smell the honeyed mead that had preceded his beer, close enough to get lost in the rich dark brown of his eyes. "It's been known to happen."
It sounded like a challenge.
Tavi swallowed hard. She didn't think he was talking about arm wrestling anymore.
She could kiss him from here. It would be easy, a wordless escalation of the dance he'd been letting her lead for years, despite making it perfectly clear where he wanted it to go. She darted a glance at his lips.
How long are you gonna leave him fucking hanging, Tavi?
Part of her wanted--ached--to close the gap, take that step, not caring if their friends were watching and would heckle until the Deadfire froze over, see if it was as amazing as it promised to be.
But too much of her was still seared by remembered flames, pain stinging her hands and heart. I can't.
I can't, I can't, I'm sorry.
I won't.
Shit. She needed out. Or...
Tavi pushed back, muttering something about keeping that in mind and quitting while she was ahead, pretending she didn't see the resigned hurt in his eyes.
Fucking coward, her thoughts mocked as she hastened from the room.
She couldn't deny it.
She left a week later.
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The poison type Elite 4 member, Thierry
WEEEE I'M STILL REAL GLAD HOW THIS TURNED OUT. Waaaa in case if you guys haven't heard of, I've been thinking of a pokemon au for the paraverse lately. I've already assigned 4 Narrators that I have in mind to become the Elite 4 members of this au, one of them is being showcased right here, Thierry. A few homies of mine are already designing their Narrators as gym leaders, I'm doing the same too. Hell, we even already have a professor HDISHJDJS (hehehehehehehehehe my brainrot is contagious) :evil:🎉🎉✨️✨️✨️✨️
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