#swarm deck

[caligocacophony]

UPDATE FROM MY LAST POST

I have found my tarot cards.

The world is saved.

First card I pulled was 7 of Cups when I asked about my upcoming life event. I can’t tell if I feel conformed or worried haha

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Bloatfly Swarm by Igor Krstic

[ceasarslegion]

How do i get pigeons to stop accosting me on my deck without hurting them

[canwehavehextonite]

im a boy?

[actual-haise]

The big order with 90% of my Medusamon deck finally came in so that deck is complete now Looking forward to playing it in person, list isn't anything special but I really like this evo line and I'm stoked for future support

[linuxgamenews]

Steel Swarm: Apocalypse Redefining MOBA Gaming

Steel Swarm: Apocalypse MOBA strategy game is due to make its way onto Linux and Steam Deck with Windows PC. Thanks to the creative minds at Clay Token Game Studio for keeping the action fresh. Which is working to make its way onto Steam. Think you’ve mastered MOBAs? Think again. Steel Swarm: Apocalypse isn’t your average 5v5, 3-lane brawler. This Linux and Steam Deck title takes everything you know about MOBAs and cranks up the strategy to 11. So it's faster, more intense, and far more brutal. Here, it’s not just about pushing lanes or farming creeps — it’s about SPEED, AIM, and STRATEGY. You're not some floating camera clicking skills from above. You're also in the cockpit of a fully controllable Xalium Battle Tank (XBT). You move with WASD, aim with your mouse — just like a twin-stick shooter. In Steel Swarm: Apocalypse, it's all on you. So no auto-targeting, no safety nets. Just pure, skill-based chaos. And the battlefield? Absolute mayhem. We’re talking 100+ minions per team, per lane, every minute. Yeah, let that sink in. It’s also a total swarm, and you're driving right into the heart of it. Every match is full of massive clashes, surprise ambushes, due to offer moments where one clutch move turns everything around.

Steel Swarm: Apocalypse | Official Demo Trailer

The jungle isn’t just for fans either. Since it'san actual city — Rotnor, split into 8 wild neighborhoods run by factions like the Military, Police, Pirates, and the mysterious Xorm. Instead of wandering around hoping for a camp respawn, you're diving into missions, recruiting allies, unlocking power-ups, and even tracking down a rogue tank boss called Mantis XBT. Defeat it and you’ll earn game-changing loot. So let’s talk upgrades. In Steel Swarm: Apocalypse, every 5 levels you will also unlock new mods to tweak your tank and pilot your way. Want to go full tankbuster? Done. Prefer speed and stealth? Easy. It’s all customizable — and powerful. Oh, and the map? It’s not just a static arena. You can also blow it up. Collapse walls, destroy buildings, carve new paths between lanes. Want to backdoor the enemy? Smash a shortcut through the city and go wild. Since your environment is a weapon. Not only that, but native support is also in the mix.

We’re happy to share that we are planning to bring the game to Steam Deck, and we’re doing so via a native Linux build. Our team is currently working on the necessary adjustments and actively testing to ensure the experience is as smooth and polished as possible. We absolutely agree with your thoughts on the Linux ecosystem and truly value the community’s support.

Got a reply from the devs at Clay Token Game Studio — they're already working on Steam Deck and native Linux support. It’s a Unity 3D title and free-to-play, so it’s awesome to see the studio putting in the extra effort to support more platforms. But in the meantime, you can play the Demo via Proton. Best of all — Steel Swarm: Apocalypse is a MOBA strategy built for tight, competitive matches. It’s all about raw gameplay and skill. No fluff. No pay-to-win. Just you, your tank, and a whole lot of destruction. So be sure to Wishlist it on Steam.

[checkurselfb4umachuwreckurself]

Jango and his handlers are so adorable but they totally beefed the point of the duel's metaphor. Jango asks if ants (his group of people) are just ants that exist to be crushed by larger monsters with higher attack points and Luke (who has what I assume is a power deck) is like "I mean yeah, but you tried and that's cool"

It's like if you retold David and Goliath but couldn't figure how tf someone as small as David could win, so you just had Goliath win but everyone praised David because "well you tried and that's cool". YOU MISSED THE POINT.

[pink-petal-horns]

Dumb & Poetic

Bob Floyd x Fem!Reader

You always liked the loud ones.

The guys who knew how to work a room, throw a wink, rattle a bottlecap on the table with a cocky laugh. You’d fall for them fast, just as fast as they’d forget to call you back.

There was something about their edges, the way they caught the light like shiny things you knew better than to touch, but always did anyway.

And then—Bob.

Not flashy. Not loud. Not even remotely interested in taking up space he didn’t earn.

Which, in your history of “types,” meant you almost missed him entirely.

—

You met him in the bar one night, the kind of night when the Navy pilots swarm Hard Deck like it’s their own little arena. Jake Seresin—Hangman—was holding court at the pool table, Phoenix was tossing darts with deadly aim, and Bob?

He was sitting in the corner. Reading. Reading, in a bar where everyone was busy being a headline.

You had a drink in your hand and a headache from someone else’s charm. So when you noticed the quiet guy with the soft eyes and crooked smile trying to make himself smaller in a crowd that prized the biggest personalities, something in you tugged.

“What are you reading?” you asked, easing into the chair beside him.

Bob blinked like he hadn’t expected anyone to approach him—definitely not you, in a leather jacket and lip gloss and the remnants of someone else’s kiss still cooling on your neck.

“Just, uh, Dandelion Wine,” he said, showing you the cover. “Ray Bradbury.”

You tilted your head. “You read that for fun?”

He gave you a sheepish shrug. “It’s kind of… dumb and poetic, I guess.”

You laughed. It was the first real laugh you’d had in a while.

—

You didn’t mean to fall for Bob Floyd.

But he had this way of making you feel seen—not watched, like the other guys, but understood.

He asked questions and actually waited for your answers. He remembered little things, like how you hated cold drinks without straws and how your favorite song made you cry in a good way.

He didn’t flirt in the traditional sense. He didn’t make you dizzy. He made you safe.

You weren’t used to safe. You were used to boys who recited lyrics and sonnets with the same sincerity they used to pick up the bartender two nights later.

But Bob?

Bob didn’t need metaphors.

—

It was three months in when you finally cracked.

You were sitting on the hood of his car, the stars out, the air between you easy and warm. He’d just driven you back from a beach bonfire, and you still had sand in your hair and sun on your cheeks.

“I don’t get you,” you said.

Bob blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You’re just—” you huffed. “You don’t try to be anything. You’re not pretending. You don’t even flirt right.”

He chuckled, then turned his head to face you. “And that’s a problem?”

“No, it’s just…” You bit your lip. “You’re not like the guys I usually go for.”

Bob’s eyes didn’t flicker. “Guess I should take that as a compliment or a warning.”

You looked at him, really looked. He had this steadiness to him. A kindness that wasn’t performative.

“You should take it as both,” you whispered.

He nodded once. “Okay.”

That was the thing about Bob. No dramatics. No fireworks. Just quiet understanding.

You leaned your head on his shoulder and wondered if he had any idea what he was doing to you.

—

You started to fall hard.

Not because he bought you flowers or shouted love songs from balconies. But because he held your hand like it was something sacred.

Because he showed up. Every time.

Because when you cried after a bad day, he didn’t try to fix it with a joke or a kiss. He just sat with you. Quiet. Present.

Bob Floyd never made you feel like you had to perform to be loved.

And God, you were so used to performing.

—

It was your birthday when it happened.

The bar was packed. Everyone was there. The guys were drinking, dancing, yelling over each other. You were in the middle of it, spinning in a dress that someone else once told you was “too much.”

Bob walked in a little late, glasses slightly fogged, holding a cupcake instead of a gift.

He looked awkward and adorable and entirely out of place in the chaos.

But when you saw him, you stopped spinning.

You walked straight over to him, heart thudding.

“You came,” you said.

He held up the cupcake. “I didn’t know what to get you. But you said once you loved funfetti. This one’s got rainbow sprinkles.”

You blinked back something suspiciously close to tears.

“It’s dumb and poetic,” you said softly.

He smiled. “You like dumb and poetic.”

You pulled him down by the collar and kissed him. Right there, in the middle of the noise and the neon and the glitter of a life you were finally willing to leave behind.

—

It wasn’t always perfect.

You still had a sharp tongue. You still craved drama some nights. You picked fights when you felt too seen, too safe, too loved.

But Bob never raised his voice. Never threw your chaos back at you like a weapon.

He just waited. Anchored.

And one day, you looked at him across your messy kitchen table—his hair sticking up, wearing that NASA t-shirt you stole three weeks ago—and you thought, this is the kind of love that writes poetry in action, not words.

—

You used to fall for the ones who made you feel like fireworks.

Now?

You’d take Bob Floyd every time.

The one who never needed to be loud to be important.

The one who brought you cupcakes and calm.

The one who sat beside you, even when you didn’t make sense.

The dumb and poetic one.

Yours.

Always.

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than Propagator Primordium

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck this is a 2-drop 3/3 that's also a reanimation spell that makes its own reanimation targets what the fuck

In related news about perfectly balanced cards, I was inspired by cards like Bitter Triumph, Cast Down, Devour in Shadow, Doom Blade, Feed the Swarm, Go for the Throat, Heartless Act, Infernal Grasp, Malicious Affliction, Power Word Kill, Terror, Victim of Night, and Walk the Plank to make my own removal spell

[justsalpals]

it was played as a joke but

there's something genuinely harrowing about gorgug and kristen on the deck of the ship, pelted by rain, swarmed by dragons, these two teenagers looking at each other with wide eyes trying to bury the fear down deep, and

do you remember when we died?

they were freshmen, they were children, they were two years younger but it feels like a hundred hundred years ago

it feels like yesterday, because deep down they're still that boy hiding his too large frame behind a metal flower and a girl stuffing her too large personality into the pages of her bible

do you remember when we died?

the ship rocks violently with cannon fire, hands of fear and divinity and loss creeping from the clouds

do you remember the day you lost your faith?

do you remember a forest so sharp it cut you clean through?

do you think we ever woke up?

[team-frightfur]

Ghost Girl lvl 40/50 is literally stronger than half the duellists in Gold. Who greenlit this?

[lordsardine]

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[gravegoer]

MORE SEVIKA X SIREN I BEG

I hear your call [P2] ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ

HALF OF MY INBOX IS SIREN READER !! dw, i got you guys. ( also i got a lot of love in my inbox. !! thank you so much for the support. youre so sweet , im looking at 🍃 anon ily ) summary: sevika saves your scales.

masterlist , part 1 2.1k words part 3

The night after you met Sevika, you followed her ship, even throughout the darkness. The celebratory crew could be heard on the deck, along with the clanking of glasses and music.

Although this wasn't what you were interested in, you were interested in a certain captain. You assumed she didn't bother with the celebration and got bored swimming alongside the ship.

Eventually, it had come to a stop in the late night, now sitting in the dock of a well-populated island. You eyed the people that stepped off, and your gaze landed on Sevika.

She was hard to miss, her large stature and intricate outfit stood out amongst the crew, ultimately declaring herself captain. There was a sort of swagger in her walk, perhaps from booze or maybe exaustion.

Whatever the case, you were interested.

You couldn't get too close to land, deciding to lurk around the harbor instead. You ducked under the water upon hearing any movement or voices. Being this close to population was no place for a siren, especially such as yourself.

Any fisherman or pirate alike would take take you up and pawn you for a pretty price. So you heeded in your movements. Luckily, you were a skilled enough swimmer that you made little to no sound whilst in the water, barely leaving behind a ripple.

The sun was just now rising, and you assumed Sevika would be looking for a place to stay the night. There was no way you could wait around that long for her to come back. But that doesn't mean you didn't want to.

To your delight, a group of men swarmed to talk on a dock near you, and their conversation was full of exactly what you wanted to hear.

Sevika.

They were pirates looking for a crew, and from the looks of them, quite experienced pirates.

"She's headed to Shank's motel. Shall we give her a visit?"

"This late at night, man. You've got to be spewin' some blige. She'd flog you just at sight."

"Aye. Migh' as well wait till' morn' "

You grew closer to their spot, itching to hear more. Your head nearly bumped against the old wood due to your closeness.

Suddenly, a hand was in your hair, but unlike Sevika's, it was clammy and gross.

You screeched at the intrusion, being pulled out of the water.

A fourth man.

How could you let your guard down so easily?

"Now, what's a stupid lass like you doin' so far out at bay."

You crained your head up to be met with a severely shredded bald man. You clawed at the hand on your scalp and thrashed. The sting threatened to bring tears to your eyes, and you opened your mouth for a song.

The knowing man slammed your face down onto the wood, stopping you in your tracks.

"Fuck. This one be a siren, but the harder the catch, the more the prize is what I say."

Another voice came from your left.

"Knock 'er out, and I'll grab a net."

A blunt thwack was heard before your vision went dark.

..

Sevika had tied her boat to a post before leaving her crew to find a place to eat, preferably not a bar where she knew the rest of her men were headed. Having enough to drink, she sat at a stand selling calaloo and threw a few dabloons on the counter silently, waiting for her meal.

Her mind wasn't on anything except for you. The ruler of the Seven Seas was enamored with a mer-person.

How fitting.

She thought about the way your eyes sparkled when she told you stories, looking at her like no other. How your cold hands were so gentle when you touched her. Your soft lips against hers.

I mean, how much deeper could she fall.

Having been so engrossed in thought, she barely noticed the whispers around her. Barely. She, of course, was the talk of the town.

She intimidated people just by taking a seat next to them, so casual yet making everyone at the stand turn to glance at her. It wasn't often that Sevika bothered with mundane tasks such as eating anywhere but a bar, and nobody really saw her face anywhere except for wanted posters.

Although it was a picaroon town, and there was no way anyone there would bother to turn her in or snitch, she still pushed her plate away and got up to fend off the prying eyes. (Picaroon means pirate)

Her buckled boots thudded against the dirt road, now on the way to the nearest inn. She was almost desperate for a nights sleep without rocking on the mad waters.

Upon entering, a large man stomped past her, eager to get somewhere, she was just about to grab him and slam him into the nearest counter before her attention was interrupted.

"Them chowder-headed fools caught themselves a real jem, aye?"

"Heard theys' puttin' 'er up for auction"

That was never a pretty thing to hear. It either meant low-life pirates snagged themselves an expensive treasure, or worse, a living treasure. But it wasn't rare that a fisher or pirate just so happened to find a large, human-like fish in their net and put her on the market, so Sevika paid it no mind.

She did linger on the fact that it might be the one person on her mind at the moment but quickly shook away those thoughts. You were smart, quick. Theres no way any man would have you that easily.

When she approached the counter for a key, the shop-keep laughed, "What? You want a room? I think you ought to pay the stands a visit, its the first auction in a week."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at his words, her head dipping into her previous thoughts again.

I guess it wouldn't hurt to make sure.

So she drug her tired and heavy legs right back across town for the sliver of a chance that it might be you.

..

You awoke with a harsh throbbing in your head, feeling cold and dried up. Through blurry vision, you could make out the steel bars, closing you in. And a loud voice,

"Another bid for 300 dabloons !"

Fuck. It's what you've been dreading all your life. You got caught due to your lack of awareness and clumsiness. Inwardly cursing at yourself, you grabbed at the bars and shook violently.

"Look, she's awake. How do we feel about upping the price now that we can see her pretty eyes."

The man stuck his fingers in your enclosure and tilted your chin up. At that moment, you became aware of the metallic muzzle on your face, keeping your jaw in place. You glared up at him, knowing you'd bite him if you could.

He pulled away when you jerked your head forward, as if making the motion to bite him. He laughed loudly, and another bid came from the crowd.

"500!"

The men yelled and whooped at that. You thunked your head against the bars, the loudness ringing in your ears. You can't believe you got yourself in this mess for a pirate.

It was just hollering and laughing for a while before the man beside you spoke,

"500, Aye? Going once.. going twice.."

"A thousand."

A heavy female voice stood out amongst the rest, sounding angry and tired. Your eyes darted around, looking for the source of the voice, but another shrill voice spoke up.

"1000? Is this woman kidding? 1500."

The men's laughs roared in again, smacking the mans back and slinging booze. A tall figure stepped out of the shadow, cigarillo in hand, and spoke, "Double it."

All went quiet as they eyed Sevika, her arm crossed over her chest as she brought a mechanical hand to her lips to take a drag. She blew the smoke from the side of her mouth, making a taller male cough.

Your eyes widened, and fingers gripped the bars steadier. When you made eyecontact, you could have sworn her eyes went soft for a moment before she looked to your captor.

"Well.. any final bids..?"

He spoke seemingly frightened and pleased with himself all in one moment.

Nobody spoke against Sevika, as a captian never had a bounty over their head for a reason. And her bounty was hefty.

There were no protests as she pushed her way through the crowd, seemingly more violent than usual. She put her cigar out on someone's forehead, the small tiss, standing out against silence.

Her boots clunked as she ascended the stairs and plopped three brown bags atop your cage. You looked up at her, but she wasn't looking back. Her metal hand was grabbing the key from the mans hand and pushing him backward in one motion.

He stumbled, but you looked away to eye Sevikas human hand swiftly unlocking the cage. She held her hand out to you, dark hair shadowed her eyes, and hid her expression from you.

She was who you were here for.

You hesitantly grabbed her calloused hand, and immediately, she lifted you into her arms. Now, looking into the crowd, her menacing expression was highlighted by the dim torches that surround the stands. Her cape was draped over your tail and bare torso, shielding you from the cold, and more importantly the people.

As she was stepping down the stairs, she saw your muzzled mouth, and her expression got a tinge darker. No words needed to be spoken as she balanced you with her human arm and knee, tearing the straps of the muzzle off with a sharp finger.

It was almost instinct to hum a siren song, but before your vocal chords could start, you saw her expression and buried your face in her sturdy torso. It was the look of warning, a warning that you obeyed.

Pirates gawked at the sight of her carrying you past the crowd of people. Nobody dared to reach out and touch you. Some people didn't even dare to look at you. You kept your gaze on Sevika's clenched jaw and torn expression. The angles of her face were more prominent at this angle, you would blush at the sight but your nervousness didn't allow it.

Her grip on your tail was firm, yet gentle, human arm cradling your torso without complaining about the coldness. You weren't one to be drawn to the warmth of a human, but found yourself pressed closer against her body. You now shut your eyes to rid of the feeling of stares and judgement.

As she carried you down the dirt road back to the inn, she spoke in a frustrated tone, "You are the stupidest fish ive ever met."

"And you're the sappiest pirate ive ever met."

..

When Sevika stepped into the inn with you in her arms the keep gawked at you. You were cradled like a baby, weightless in her hold. She kept a stern gaze as he passed her the keys with a room number attached "56".

The people that sat in the inn waiting room averted their eyes, shrinking under Sevika's cold grey eyes. Her eyebrows were furrowed, making you want to reach up and rub the wrinkle between them.

She walked up old rickety stairs, almost bending under your combined weight and turned left down the hall to the room. It was surprisingly quiet, and you were able to hear the woman's ragged breaths. Sevika was obviously worn out and tired from her day, and still came to your rescue.

How heroic.

She effortlessly shifted you to one arm, making sure your head was steady against her shoulder and creaked open the wooden door. Your tail barely brushed against the ground, her height compensating for the length.

"I need—," you spoke, before she cut you off with a grunt.

"Water. I know."

Opening the door to the bathroom, she sighed at the size. It was almost too small to fit her large frame and your long tail.

Dropping you into the tub gently, she turned the knob for cold water. "Want me to sprinkle in salt?"

You genuinely couldn't tell if she was joking, "No, no it's okay," You laughed, humming at the feeling of water on your tail.

"Why did you let yourself get caught," Sevika said, more as a statement than a question.

"I wanted to find you.. and I succeeded.. mission accomplished?"

She shook her head and bent down to accommodate for the space between you. She put a warm hand to your cheek, eyes soft and almost concerned, "Don't go looking for me like that again, danger follows me closely."

You giggled at her seriousness, despite being roughed around and almost being sold as fish food (or worse) you felt somewhat at ease. The woman at your side brought you a strange feeling of comfort, comfort that the sea never brought you.

"I guess ill just have to follow you closer."

i already have ideas for part three.... hehehehehe

again, thank you for the asks they are sweet ! and comment if you want to be on the taglist for part 3 , i do have some other works in my drafts but im saving them for when i finish this series :) but asks are open !!!

@misswynters @haruko--bby @thesecondhandwoman @theirlaliengirl

[imissthefire]

if stefan turns out to be, like, some level of not good, I'm gonna drop kick him into the fucking sun.

[heroinetales]

My work is having a good deal on it's name brand ice cream and my god customers are swarming around it like fucking buzzards

[linuxgamenews]

Swarm Grinder launches the action roguelite adventure

Swarm Grinder 1.0 action roguelite game lets you conquer a planet on Linux, Steam Deck, Mac, and Windows PC. All of this excitement is brought to you by the creative minds at Last Bite Games. Available on Steam with 88% Positive reviews. Get ready for an exciting journey in Swarm Grinder 1.0. You’re hovering above a mysterious alien planet, once bustling with mining activity but now overtaken by alien creatures. Your task? Navigate through safer areas and utilize old mining equipment to gather essential parts. Then extract valuable Bioshards from alien minerals. Every new journey on this planet is unique thanks to a map that changes every time you play. Since this place is crawling with alien bug cells that grow and multiply. Disturb them, and you’ll find yourself swarmed. Here's What's New in Swarm Grinder 1.0:

The Garage: Remember that section we had locked in patch 0.7? It's now open! Here, you can equip various items to boost your strength for the missions ahead.

New Items: Earn new gear through character masteries and in-game achievements. So head to the Garage to equip these items and discover which combinations enhance your playstyle the most.

Character Masteries: Each character now comes with unique side missions. Complete these to increase your mastery rank, unlocking new bioshards, items, and more rewards.

The Operator: You also have a new ally! Meet the Operator, a helpful guide who will offer advice and insights as you navigate through your missions on this bug-infested planet.

New Gadgets: Alongside favorites like the Dash and Expanding Trigger, and six new gadgets. While including a Flamethrower, Drill Call, and Pet Drone. You'll also get to explore and experiment with these as you play.

Swarm Grinder pre 1.0 | Trailer

As you embark on each Swarm Grinder mission in the 1.0 launch, you will choose up to five abilities. Some work automatically when you’re in a pinch, while others give you an ongoing boost. You can also upgrade these abilities in different ways to make them stronger and more effective. Mix and match these abilities and upgrades to find powerful combinations that work best for you. The better your combinations, the faster you are due to take down enemies. What’s Waiting for You

A unique system where you trigger hordes of enemies

Three different characters, each with their own special missions

Three distinct maps, each offering seven levels of increasing difficulty

Over 120 upgrades across 14 different skills in Swarm Grinder

Eight handy gadgets to help you on your missions

Nineteen types of items, each with its own rarity

Ten different types of enemies, including two major bosses

A chance to unlock over 25 achievements

As you play Swarm Grinder 1.0 of this action roguelite on Linux, you’ll get to explore various parts of the planet. While tackling challenges, and strategize the best ways to survive and succeed. Whether it’s dodging swarms of alien bugs or figuring out the perfect skill combo. There’s always something due to keep you on your toes. So, if you’re ready for an action roguelite challenge and a chance to showcase your quick thinking and strategy skills, this adventure is for you. Swarm Grinder 1.0 is more than just surviving; it’s about mastering the setting and becoming the best. Grab your gear, and let’s dive into the action. Available on Linux, Steam Deck (playable), Mac, and Windows PC on Steam. Priced at $6.39 USD / £5.59 / 6,39€ with the 20% discount.