#step deck

[sweetbunpura]

Kifaji: Ah, Miss Yuu, may I trouble you for a moment?

Yuu, packing up her bags and sighs: Sure...

Kifaji: I've been made aware of my behavior towards you during your stay here in Sunset Savanna. I'm sorry for what my harsh words have caused.

Yuu: ... That's it?

Kifaji: Excuse me?

Yuu, slams her suitcase close: What about all the time you put down Leona in front of us? Or how you blamed him for that shit the other teams was doing during Bead Brawl? Something that wasn't even his fucking fault.

Kifaji: I implore you to watch you language.

Yuu, eyes narrow: Fuck you, watch how you treat people, even your own prince. *picks up stuff* I can see why he really never wants to come back home. If i had someone like you waiting back for me, I'd think of every excuse in the book if that meant I didn't get to go home. *turns to leave* Although, you look very angry with me right now. Almost like you wanna ask a question.

Kifaji, takes a deep breath: How did he know about the substitution team member and how did you move so effortlessly to handle that situation?

Yuu: Cheka loves his "Unca" Leona and his "Auntie" Yuu, he told me while I was spending time with him. Two, I told Leona and he trained me himself to make sure I was ready for the match. The prince is not as lazy as you make him out to be, Kifaji. You would know this if you give him a chance to show it. I honestly hope we never meet again. *Leaves the room*

Leona, heard everything as he waited outside: Yuu.

Yuu: Hmm?

Leona, hugs her tight and buries his face in her shoulder: ...Thank you.

Yuu, returns the hug: You're welcome.

[germesthegenie]

Vicky, Aura Farming!

[bee-menagerie]

the verdict is in, Quimby likes me more than she likes than lunch!

[eir-trixa]

Percy finds friends recently and he gets Hazel and Frank

Annabeth gets friends recently and its Dave and Hana im gonna throw up

[ireallyamabear]

oh fuck not only garashir but they got T'POL??????????? THEEEEEEE T'POL????????? is this my birthday week or something? WHAAAAAAAAAAAT

[videogamepolls]

Requested by @ur-local-kiwi

[thelemonsnek]

Oh while I'm here and posting stuff. I've recently gone from collecting images for my own purposes, to creating a Hisui/PLA centric archive with as much official art as I can get my grubby little hands on. If anyone has or knows about any obscure official art or merch with art on it, I'd be verrrry grateful for any help anyone has!

[image id: art of Irida exclaiming in surprise and joy, holding her hands in front of her mouth. End id]

And, does anyone have a preference on where the archive be stored? I want it to be easily accessible to the general public, while still being viable long term. My fallback for stuff like this in the past has been google drive, but if anyone has any better ideas I'd love to hear :) tbh I was considering my neocities page, given how little I trust google these days

I'd love to hear your thoughts!!

[mittensmorgul]

english ivy: assaulted

leaves: raked

gutters: clear

hvac unit: liberated from autumnal detritus

i have been forcibly removed from the garden

(i was ordered to go inside and sit the fuck down)

[thegreatyin]

tbh i think speaking from a pure "what would they realistically play" approach, caeru could work with just about anything. he's a little freak. he'd probably find it fun to put together the most ramshackle half-hazard deck imaginable and force it to work anyway. that all being said, from a pure character perspective, he has Slow Methodical Tactics That Eventually Spiral Into Murder vibes

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

BABE! THE UBER IS HERE!

[therizino-ao3]

Hermit Horror Week 2023

Day three: Chase

Summary: Tango must think he’s so funny for this. Hypno disagrees.

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Contains: minor amnesia, someone being trapped, chasing, possession, temporary character death

Hypno doesn’t remember how he got here, but he does remember that it’s his fault.

He remembers Tango’s complaining on how Hypno keeps outsmarting the dungeon, he remembers Reckless Charge being nerfed, he remembers his and Tango’s argument about the dang “Coming Soon” sign, and, well, he can’t remember what he did after that, but it must have been pretty bad.

So, now he’s here. Here being a maze, decorated similarly to level one, but with a completely different layout. It’s also pretty deserted; there’s no trees, lakes, stalagmites, anything. Just endless winding corridors. Occasionally, the maze will open out into a larger room, but that’s about it. There aren’t even any easter eggs, and believe him, he’s looked.

The first ten minutes after waking up was spent yelling and being confused. Who can blame him? When you wake up, alone with nothing, in an icy dungeon, you’re bound to have some questions. And, boy, did Hypno have some questions for Tango. The maze was definitely made by him; Hypno could recognise the subtle details of Tango’s style after so many hours of analysing Decked Out. He’ll admit, it’s a good prank, but he is getting a little worried after hearing nothing for so long. He’s had to have been wandering around for an hour at least. Surely, by now, he would have heard Tango’s snickering over an intercom, or some silly Decked Out announcement voice would play, revealing how he's been pranked. But, there’s nothing.

And, there’s something about the maze, too. Despite all his wandering, he hasn’t got the faintest grasp on the layout. His initial thought was that it’d be tiny, just enough to initially disorient Hypno and fulfil the purpose of the prank. But, in reality, it’s got to be twice the size of level one at least. The chill of the maze seeps into Hypno’s bones, with it being somehow so much colder than the Decked Out dungeon is. He’s shaking like a leaf. The lack of noise doesn’t help, either. He never realised how vital the eerie cave noises and huffs of ravagers and dings of treasure were until now, when all he can hear is his own footsteps. It’s horrifying. He’s well and truly alone.

Until he hears some shuffling behind him and then the idea that he isn’t alone is far, far scarier.

This is the third time he’s heard the noise - something thick and furry crashing into snow, muffled but not quite. The first time he was willing to write it off, the second time he took notice, and now, he can’t ignore it. It’s so much louder this time, too, like it’s right behind him.

Fuelled by some ancient instinct, he runs.

He knows, somehow, that if whatever made the noise catches him, he’ll die. It isn’t something he should be afraid of – dying – with respawn and all. He dies all the time, and sometimes it hurts, but the pain passes. He’ll survive this. But, the reassurances don’t really work in his head. It feels like telling himself that he’ll wake up from whatever nightmare he’s trapped in. Sure, yeah, that makes logical sense, but what if he doesn’t? Blood roaring in his ears, the doesn’t feels so real right now.

He's sprinting with everything he’s got, but that’s not going to be enough. He prefers strategy and thinking things out and waiting for the monster to lose line of sight so he can make his daring escape, this style of running blindly through unfamiliar corridors is not ideal. The think-fast-you’re-about-to-die situations are what always kills him, he knows.

It’s going to catch him and he’s going to die.

This is, unfortunately, the only thing he can think about when he runs into a dead end. He should be trying to loop around the monster, think of some clever trick, but he can’t. He’s useless and he can’t think properly and he’s going to die.

This is all cemented when, the thundering steps suddenly stop, and before he can turn around, something grabs him by the ankles.

Instantly, his legs are pulled out from underneath him and he crashes to the ground, freezing snow burning his face. He barely yelps before he’s dragged backwards. It’s dragging him so fast that any struggling is futile. His hands scrape on any potential hold, leaving a burst of red on white. The corridor is a blur, the speed masking any detail, not that Hypno would recognise where they’re going anyway.

He tries to focus on what he does know. Analysing, he can do that. He can’t exactly lift his head up in this situation, but he’ll use what he can. The thing keeping a hold on his ankles is coiled around them, rope-like, so perhaps a tentacle or a vine. It’s pretty silent, with Hypno initially only hearing (what he assumes to be) the footsteps. Even now, most of the noise is Hypno thrashing and being pulled over the ground, the creature itself makes no huffs or sniffs. As for behaviour, in all his years, he’s never heard of a mob that drags its prey by the ankles. He’d almost guess it’s a player, if not for the inhuman strength and speed.

Finally, it stops, still keeping a hold on his ankles. They’re in one of the rooms, this one with only one entrance. Perhaps it’s lair, he thinks with a shiver. He struggles onto his elbows and turns around.

The monster is massive – taller than Doc, at least double Hypno’s height. It’s like a warden but, not. It’s thick, fluffy, covered in skulk – several tentacles of skulk, in fact, extend from it. His guess was right, it was a tentacle grabbing him. It’s built like a gorilla, humanoid in shape, with curled horns like a ravager. The creature facing away from him, Hypno can’t see its face.

Suddenly, he’s moved. The tentacle whips him across the ground and in front of the beast.

Tango stares down at him, his face something unreadable.

Hypno spends several seconds gasping, heart thumping like it’s never done before, finally saying, “Hey Tango. You, uh, got me good. I was pretty scared there.”

Hypno chuckles a little but it comes out hollow. Tango still doesn’t say anything, staring at him.

Hypno tries again, “Uh, sweet costume. I like how you incorporated lots of different bits of Decked Out into it.”

Even as he says it, his voice is quivering. Tango stares. The more Hypno looks at Tango, the less sure he is that it’s actually a costume. Tango’s blue hair curls into the dark matted fur, sharp fangs glisten in the blue light when he opens his mouth, and he manoeuvres the massive form like it’s simply an extension of himself. Hypno is hyperaware of the skulk tentacle still curled around him, too tight to kick off.

“Did you think,” Tango’s voice is slow and deep, “The dungeon would forgive you for your crimes?”

“No! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me,” his voice gets frantic as more skulk wraps around him and pins him up to the wall behind. Tango steps closer, though really, Hypno doubts it’s still Tango.

The beast’s nose twitches, towering over the trapped man. Hypno tries to scream, but the skulk has covered his mouth, so all that’s left is to plead with his eyes. It doesn’t work.

Hypno respawns, hands curling around his belly. He’s fine now. It’s over.

He looks up, relief fading as he takes in the icy walls around him. He’s still trapped. The invulnerability of respawn fading, the cold swarms in on him. The dungeon isn’t done with him yet. He curls his jacket around himself and whimpers.

[skypools]

bf and i learned how to play pokemon tvg today!! i got the Pokemon TCG Battle Academy kit and it made learning the game SO easy omg. i spent years and years collecting the cards but no idea how to play. now im super hype to make my own decks!! like, SUPER excited!!

[okcoolthanks]

What the Fuck is this game

[themosthatedbeingg]

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[bullavellan]

sorry WHY did they decide tyvar doesn't need shoes in duskmourn??

[raurquiz]

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