#[Duels of Destiny: RP]

[interludered]

Beginning of The End

Alpha!Vampire Satoru x Alpha!Vampire Suguru

t/w minor character death, gore, descriptions of violence, arranged marriage, murder

word count: 1.9k

a/n an rp reply from an arranged marriage au of stsg. please excuse any mistakes, this is sorta of a heavy read.

The scent that permeates through the air would often make someone sick to their stomach, threatening violent fits of nausea and often begging for forgiveness in the form of vomit making its way past teeth, tongue, and lips. The aroma of burning flesh and hair. The human body has an undeniable scent, one so specific that anyone could pick it from that of another mammal. 

The lack of remorse in Suguru’s face as he wraps the silver chain around his father's neck and tugs is nothing short of alarming. The way the silver burns deeply into his palms poses no deference from the act, only determination to finish the job. 

The Totalitarian Prince was despotic in nature. Raised to be apposite, eliminating those who disturbed the desire. Family was nothing when it came to power, and besides, this is what his Father would have wanted. He’s sure that his seat in Hell is warm and inviting when he sits on it.

He isn’t sure exactly where it started, the power-crazed methodology he began to pursue, perhaps it was born into the bloodline. A destiny for those before him, each one failing. Maybe it was the private tutor lessons that taught him about royalty and kingdoms, or perhaps the declarations of war that landed on his Father’s throne throughout the years, all left for an impressionable Suguru to find. Maybe it was the dueling and consistent burns left by teachers, silver scorching his skin with each slice. The threats of vampire hunters are consistent in their assassination attempts. Maybe it was the night of meaningless sex just for him to have a blade go through his stomach in the middle of the night. Maybe, the burden of the Kingdom; of untrustworthy suitors and courting; of strict rules implemented by his Father; of harsh conditioning to claiming to prepare him; of sitting on the throne next to his Father his whole life; perhaps watching his mother die, forced to live out her human life and leaving him behind. It would also be feasible to assume the bittersweet taste of freedom that power guaranteed him. 

Conceivably, he finds himself walking quietly from one side of the castle to the other. The silver chain he holds, wrapped in thick wefts of silk, lays heavily in his hand as he begins. He knows his Father is sleeping, and hears his snores that echo loudly down the hall despite the double doors that lock him away. He makes no attempt to be quiet, the squeal the doors release echoes loudly down the hall into his own corridors to haunt him. A scar is required for untouchability. He remains deadpanned as he wraps the silver around his bare hands, the immediate sear of his skin creating a scent he had grown accustomed to. He kicks the door behind him shut.

It was barely a few seconds before he eagerly wrapped the chain around his neck, crossed neatly at the nape. His foot bore its weight between the shoulder blades of the struggling form beneath him. The screams deafen the walls, only for them to come to a halt as he jerks upwards, chain slipping to knot around the pieces of the spine that protrude from the decapitated figure below him. Cerise, a viscous liquid paints his skin as arteries protest their inevitable exposure. He watches it seep and glue itself to the carpet, hardwood, and cement surrounding him. Suguru wonders how long it will take for the maids to wash out stains, or if burning them would be a better solution. 

The Getou Prince takes his foot off the back of the man, wrapping the dripping chain back inside its silken case—his own hands holding the evidence and branded wounds, laid deep into his palms where he wrapped the weapon around. 

He flexed his hands to regain mobility before pursuing the door, opening it to find a terrified maid threatening to knock on hollow doors. She freezes with her hand in mid-air, chest level with the towering vampire. Getou stares blankly at her for a moment before bringing her hand to his lips to press a kiss against her knuckles, charing her skin with blood that isn’t his. Her scent was sickly sweet, the vulnerability of an Omega human, it nulled all senses he had as he leaned into her ear to whisper an eulogy of “Thank you,” before pressing fevered kisses onto her jaw and onto her jugular and sinking large canines into it. Her screams turned into wet gargling, falling silent as he drained her of all she had to offer. Her body hit the ground with a THUMP, what little was left emanated from her throat. He steps over the body of the young girl, letting the trickle of blood run along his sharp jaw to slip down his own throat. A mocking form of sinister ministry. His own ichor leaks where her nails broke the skin, but they heal within minutes. 

By the time he made it to his own courter, locking himself behind heavy wooden doors, weeping and screams became his lullaby as he drifted to sleep.

✧

Suguru Getou held the record for most kills within the Kingdom during his first 3 days of ruling. He also held the title of “Most Wanted” by more than one clan of vampire killers. In his opinion, he should get a trophy. It was an honor to hold the title, often viewing them as pesky gnats he shooed away with his hand. Though in his first few days of ruling, he found letters his Father kept from him, between him and a neighboring rule. Gojo read proudly at the top of the page, larger than any of the other words. His eyes widen as he looks over the page. From what he remembered, their families were rivals at best. So imagine his surprise when he receives an invitation, as well as a marriage proposal. The Gojo clan was one—if not the strongest around, their territory abundant. Getou decided he had a few weeks of homework which he promptly started on.

Within the next few weeks, he informed the King of the Gojo Clan that his father had tragically been assassinated by one of the vampire killer groups. He also informed them the rising number of deaths in his Kingdom were groups associated with the killers and he was doing so to seek revenge in the name of the late King. He expressed his own mourning and great appreciation that he sees Suguru as a fit for his son. Quickly dismissing that Alpha, although looked down upon, can be mated together and he could ensure that his son was in great hands and the opportunity was something he was forever in debt to. It also helped that Suguru was willing to end the line of Getou’s in order to take the Gojo name. For now, at least. 

Which brings him to now, carefully seated in a dark oak chair, opposing the Gojo King, swooning him easily with words he spoke so delicately into the air. His rich indigo hair was tied half-up with pieces falling to frame his face. The blood-red of his clothes complimented his fair complexion and radiated amber eyes. He had been there for around an hour before hushed whispers of the prince began to circulate. Until then, he continued his chatter. 

“Why, my Lord, you have such a beautiful Kingdom. I hope in my own ruling I become as benevolent as you. Though, you as my guide I am sure to get there in no time.”

“Yes, your Majesty, I had an exquisite ride over. They truly are well-behaved, your imprint must’ve left them in good condition. You must pick your men with such a well-crafted hand.”

“Indeed, Sire, my father's death was tragic. The silver that wretched Killer used burned deep into my palms, cauterized them, and left me with scars. I am sure they will go away with time. Unfortunately, I was just too late. My own servants and maids were terrified. I simply cannot blame them.”

His last reply was accompanied by a furrowed brow and a shake of his head, faux concern etched into his features as he sighed, finally looking back up. As he does, his eyes catch on the bright-haired male who enters the room, his own gaze fixed upon him with deadly aim. Even as the King continues his jabber, Suguru can’t help the small smirk that appears on his face. He is hiding it with the glass he brings to his lips. When the King does recognize that his son appeared, he boasts proudly. The act of defiance he has to his father ignites something within Suguru. 

‘Oh,’ he thinks, setting his glass back on the table, relaxing further into his seat and crossing his legs. ‘This one has some bite.’

When Satoru first approaches him, Suguru makes no effort to indulge him. His descent was aggressive in nature, but Suguru has always enjoyed the rush of a challenge. After Satoru’s first words to him, he continues to ignore the presence he attempts to hold. Getou found it tedious and childish if anything, and the last thing he wanted was to make a scene in front of the one that actually mattered in this deal. 

After a few beats of silence, and twirling his ankle from the leg that rests on the other, he finally looks at him. Though far away, his looks were enthralling, he can’t deny that Satoru is considerably more handsome as he stalks closer. He holds some type of gravity that captivates even the strongest of minds with crystal-clear oceanic eyes and a piercing gaze. His own warmth is a direct contrast to the Alpha that looms over him. Satoru is alluring in the sense of beauty and mystery, a perfectly kept secret that not even the best could be tortured out of telling. 

The only problem is his mouth.

“Well, I would agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.” His voice is deepened slightly at the presence of the other Alpha, to be expected. Though his words come out lazily, if not amused by the other’s actions. If anything, Suguru sinks further into the chair, filling it out in his own defiance. “There are 24 other chairs at this table, surely you would be able to sit in one of those just as properly as this one. If you want to sit positioned at the head of the table…well, that can be arranged with a proper show of manners.” 

His own words are picked out with his own careful deciphering, followed by the raise of an eyebrow. To rub salt in the wound he hopes to filet Satoru with, Suguru adds: “Besides, I’m rather comfortable.” He displays with a spread of his legs, and a release of his scent. 

An initial smokey caramel fragrance makes its way through the air, seeping out of his skin. Part of it was to mark the chair, but the biggest part was to gauge Satoru’s reaction. Although humanoid in form, alpha’s animalistic nature could not be denied. It was buried underneath layers of concrete for some, only to rip apart and explode suppressed anger, and for others, they had learned to embrace it, understand it, and value both its pros and cons. As his scent fades, it leaves behind the smell of burning wood and something faintly herbal. Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see a few Omega’s wipe their heads around to look at the source.

[tulpalecki]

so i’m not the most active on here -- but i recently started writing again, and instead of rp it’s fanfic and it’s been purely wolfstar and god do i love these gay wizards

here’s a snippet from an unpublished wip that i should have finished by the end of the month ; ; 

you can follow / check me on ao3 for another wip that has four chapters out 

Of course Remus knew where his own name originated. The twin brothers, sired by a god, banished as infants to die because of fear, adopted by a wolf, and raised by a shepherd. They were young kings destined for greatness. Until their greatness became too much, and in the founding of a city, the only destiny left could be fratricide. Romulus killed Remus over something as simple as which hill to build a city. 

It was ancient, really. Brothers killed brothers as far back as human memory went.

And this certainly did feel like a threat; a promise of war in the face of an already mounting calamity outside of the school's walls.

“No… just. Just leave him alone. I don’t— I don’t want to know anything about it.” He gave Sirius a hard look, raising his head from the table, casting it to James and Peter, too. “You two, either. Don’t talk to him.”

They should have no reason to even interact with a first year of a different house. 

Except life was never that easy, was it? Why should Remus ever expect easy?

He would be bombarded with questions over the next few days, least of all being the simple, ‘you have a brother?’ of which Remus wouldn’t reply a third of the time, only giving a blank stare until they left him be. The next portion being a flat ‘no,’ accompanied by a look of downright fury, the final option was him turning around and immediately vacating the room, no matter what had been going on before.

He would still slowly find out more and more about the other Lupin, none of it by choice. 

He was pureblood. A witch mother, a wizard father, and that father was indeed Lyall Lupin. He was eager to join the chess club (Peter had unfortunately let that little tidbit slip over lunch, alleging that he was rather good for how young he was). And the dueling club, to have his own trophy next to Lyall’s in the Ravenclaw’s section of the trophy room. 

Every little factoid that Remus overheard made his stomach churn. He had felt more sick in that first week of term than he ever did in the week that preceded the full moon.

Remus was Prometheus and Romulus, his eagle. Unknowing of the pain he wrought every day, tearing his liver from his abdomen again and again like clockwork. This was his divine punishment, bestowed to him by a malevolent father playing the role of Zeus. 

Or perhaps, more apt would be Lyall playing the role of Mars, raising his own mythology. A god of war, siring two soldiers in two vastly different environments, all to fight in his holy war. Perhaps therein lay the answer to why Remus boiled with so much rage, barely concealed in his human shape — half prayers of bloody knuckles and broken skin, black eyes and split lips — all to be fully realized when the moon was at its fullest, worship finally found in howled prayers to Diana.

His father put it there, this anger, this blood red fury, buried the seed inside his ribcage while he was young, to be nurtured by his feelings of abandonment and loneliness. Mars, ever the planner, the farmer.

[tsukikoayanosuke]

Happy Valentine Day! Best wishes to all and your beloved ones, whether platonic or romantic!

(Featuring my main OCs from oldest to newest creation. More about them under the cut.)

Up Row, Left to Right:

Florence Haibara - Cardfight!! Vanguard OC, made during middle school. Technically isekai to the Vanguard universe between the Original Season 1 and Asia Circuit. In her alternate universe (our world), she was bullied and has no friends. After getting isekai via car accident, she was adopted by a card shop owner named Shin Nitta and his niece Misaki Tokura, making Florence Misaki's little sister. She got the Royal Paladin clan from Takuto Tatsunagi, the embodiment of the Planet Cray, making her the guardian of the clan and the sole user of the clan. She later became Aichi Sendou's student to teach her how to card fight. Originally a loner and a bit depressed from life, after getting isekai, she became more cheerful and open as this was a new life for her.

Canon Flow - Cardfight!! Vanguard OC, made during middle school. A student of the School of Cardfight Vanguard (basically Duel Academy). She uses Bermuda Triangle clan. She doesn't like people and can come off as rude, acting too cool for school, but is a top-rank card fighter.

Tsuru Hoshimine - Kingdom Hearts Union Cross OC, made during high school. An unofficial member of the Dandelions in exchange for her older brother, Tenma, who died during the Keyblade War. Before the war, her heart was shattered from a heartless attack, leaving her as an emotional husk. Tenma's heart flew inside her so she could survive in the data Daybreak Town. At first, Tsuru is an emotionless kid, but slowly opens up and expresses more emotions.

Tsuruyoshi Sakurada - Cardfight!! Vanguard OC, made during high school. Supposed to be a revamp of Canon Flow, but as a male. One of the top-tier card fighters during the entrance exam despite only using the Gold Paladin trial deck. He's whiny, acts like he's allergic to people, and doesn't want to get involved in trouble. He enrolled in the duel academy secretly to escape his overbearing older brother. He really doesn't like being called 'Aichi Sendou' despite looking like him for lore reasons.

Zephyr Harlow - Kingdom Hearts OC, made during late high school/early college. The son of A‎eleus/‎Lexaeus, he dreamt to be a knight since he was little. He saw his father killed by Xehanort and was whisked away to Traverse Town when his world fell to darkness. He later joined the Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee and joined Sora and pals in The World That Never Was battle, except for the battle with Zebra Xemnas. Quiet the tsundere, Zephyr was loud and brash, but slowly grow mature and learn to take care of others.

Bottom Row, Left to Right:

Naia Coralcove - Kingdom Hearts OC, made during late high school/early college. A resident of Destiny Island before being whisked away to Traverse Town after her world fell, she was found by Zephyr and stuck with him ever since. She once was kidnapped along with Kairi by Axel, but reunited again with the rest of the gang. Her parents have disappeared, assumedly swallowed by darkness, so Zephyr took her as his little sister. Autistic coded, Naia is an expert in drawing preferring that as her method of communication. Sweet and kind because her mind is still a child.

Miku Hisabe - DanganRonpa OC, made during college. SHSL Light Novel Illustrator. She sucks at social interactions, not because she was shy, but because she doesn't think it was worth it. She, for lack of better words, hates herself. She believes that she's useless because she never accomplishes anything great. Throughout the Killing Game RP, Miku grows into a more confident person and actually survives the game.

Jonah Argentum - Twisted-Wonderland OC, made during college. He's the Yuu of his story. Captain of the Ramshackle Dorm, an amnesiac who found himself in Night Raven College. Kind and compassionate, but often rushing into trouble without thinking of his own safety, Jonah's goal is to find the reason for his existence.

Gabriel Nevel - Genshin Impact OC, made during college. He's the adoptive son of Sara and the delivery kid of Good Hunter. Gabriel is kind and doesn't have any hate bone in himself, wielding the geo vision after making a promise to stay strong and continue his sister's wishes despite being paralyzed since birth.

I still have the data starting from Zephyr if you guys are interested, but I don't really remember Florence, Canon, Tsuru dan Tsuruyoshi that much.

[sundialhunter-a]

@booksilent​ liked for a starter!

Very few things in this life put Zora on edge by mere presence--and this place, as strange as it is, doesn’t feel quite right to her. Books piled so high she had to squint to see the tippy-top of, it became pretty clear that whoever was in charge didn’t quite care for the decimal system.

Her head tilts to one side as she picks up some weird noise above her. Huh. Footsteps? Well, she figured she wasn’t alone, someone had to have made this mess.

“Either that or shit’s haunted...” The cowgirl murmurs to herself. She can’t exactly dial down ghosts...

[duelist-in-black-moved]

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[sundialhunter-a]

“Pffft--ahaha!” Man, he sure is a funny little tin man, ain’t he? Maybe Yoomtah’s made her just a tad positively biased towards those of a mechanical nature, maybe it was Rock’s own trademark wit. It gets a laugh out of her either way, because unbeknownst to the General, he didn’t even know how square on the mark he was.

“Maybe. Maybe nawt! What d’yew think, hm?” All sunny smiles once again, it seems, though her question seems to be genuine. As if she wanted to know what he thought. “Ah’m serious! Toss a guess at me, Ah’ve heard’em all anyway.” 

“Aww, what’s th’ matter? Sad that ya can’t punch mah pretty face?” Of course once Rock even MENTIONS the notion of her goading him on, she opens fire, guns blazing. “If ya want mah HONEST answer, though--well, Ah’ don’t git t’ meet many o’ yer kind, so t’ speak. Thought if Ah’d poked ya hard enough, yew’d be somethin’ of a decent challenge! Still debatin’, though--Ah’ REALLY do want that outfit.”

So she’ll play nice, for the moment.

“That’s th’ point o’ this, ain’t it? 20 Questions or whatever th’ name o’ that game goes.”

“Ah' have mah reasons fer bein' this way.” ((Take that as you will--))

Rock can't quite help but cock an eyebrow at her under his helmet. Given she's the mysterious drifter type, that could mean so many things. Or... maybe that's the point

Good ol' ambiguity.

"Oh yeah? You an outlaw or somethin'?" Even without a face to the voice, that question is clearly more of his dry humor. "Or did ya mean the part where ya like t’ get on my nerves on purpose?” You were being more than a little obvious before miss Salazar. 

"Either way, I guess we both have our reasons." Not that being a "bootlicker" as Zora liked to call him was entirely voluntary, but she ain’t about to get a fucking sob story from him. 

[prompts4merlin]

F26 looking for a 20+ RP partner for BBCs Merlin.

Pairing Merlin x Arthur (I am fine with playing either)

I mostly Rp: Hurt comfort, Angst, and fluff (I can do adult themes as well but they can’t be just thrown in to be there. There has to be some lead up to it). I don’t have any triggers and am very flexible with my RP partner’s triggers.

I have many ideas for the RP and am happy to hear other ideas as well.

Also I only ask that the responses are semi-lit and of a decent length (more than one sentence or a few words), and if you know you won’t be able to reply for a couple of days or continue to please just hop on and let me know. Feel free to comment or DM me if interested.

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Some examples of ongoing, long term, RPs I am a part of:

1. Canon era; began with Hanahaki before soon turning to Uther sacrificing his life to save Merlins for Arthur (long long story) and soon turned to Merlin and Arthur trying to come to terms with the fact Merlin had been enchanted to turn against Camelot because he messed with destiny and chose to save Morgana from becoming evil. Was even a random non-official proposal in there somewhere.

2. Modern era; The group are paranormal investigators. After Arthur kissed Merlin while the latter had been possessed by a demon, he was cursed to enter alternate universes (And even going back to his own only 15 years in the future) and in order for him to return he must find a Merlin that is able to send him back before his 7th and final universe. Otherwise he will be brought into hell like the demon promised. They visited a superhero/supervillain au, mobster Merlin au, an au where Merlin was being abused, his own world but in the future, and currently in a dream career au. They will be going to canon age next.

And my personal favorite

3. Canon era; Arthur figures out Merlin’s magic, though he doesn’t confront him at first. Once he brings up Merlin magic he reveals that he’d been thinking long and hard about magic and Merlin, ultimately admitting his feeling (though in a round about and awkward way). When they return to Camelot after the reveal, there is a feast and a visiting king gets Uther to agree to an arranged marriage between his daughter and Arthur. Uther agrees. Turns out the king and his daughter are sorcerers planning on killing Arthur and Uther after the wedding to give her claim of the throne in order to free magic. When Arthur doesn’t agree to the marriage, the princess enchants him with a spell to make him (not in love or obsessed but somewhere in between where he thought he was in love with her but it physically pained him to be away from her or to be scolded by her). Merlin reluctantly relies on Morgana (who is transitioning into being Morgause’s partner in evil) since Arthur has been trying to get him to open up to her because sod the destiny bs. The spell is removed thanks to Merlin and Morgana but when Arthur and Morgana read the princess’s diary they learn she isn’t actually evil- however Merlin acts rashly and accuses the princess and king of treason. Arthur challenges Uther to a duel for their freedom in a way that would cost Uther his pride if he declined because the king refuses to listen to Arthur’s reasoning. Arthur wins and they are simply banished, but he is ultimately disinherited for his decision and for protecting sorcerers- but Morgana reveals her magic and causes him to actually stop snd agree, albeit reluctantly, to listen.

90% of all of them are improved from a single idea and I posted these to show how diverse I can be when RPing.

[youtriggeredmytrapcard]

If anyone was curious about this--

The verse name for the Orichalcos!Kaiba AU is ‘Critias the Traitor’ because of a throwaway idea I had, that perhaps Critias himself sided with the Seal of Orichalcos at some point. So Kaiba’s descent in the AU is a bit of history repeating itself, while also explaining how Kaiba can still use Critias despite the Seal’s corruption lurking in his heart. (Not while the Seal is in play. I’m talking about the thing where Timaeus self-destructed during Yami’s duel with Weevil doesn’t happen with Kaiba, because Critias trusts Kaiba will come around the same way he did.)

I’m not sold on the idea though, for one because people actually RP Critias, and I try to make AUs not change too much about other characters that I don’t play. (Alister being the only real exception for this AU.) Also, it removes a lot of Kaiba’s agency to imply this all destiny, like history is repeating itself and he was fated to do this from the start.

So in practice, the verse name is ‘Critias the Traitor’ because... it sounds cool.

[remuslupinrp]

Remus Vs Severus-RP With Severussnaperp

RP:Remus Vs Severus Status:Closed RP With: @severussnaperp​ Characters:Professor RJ Lupin and Professor Severus Snape

After classes were done for the day, Remus goes and challenges Severus to a Wizard Duel, the winner being able to be with Destiny!

“As long as you have her, Destiny will never be mine, therefore, Severus, I am here to challenge you to a Wizard’s Duel, the winner gets to be with her!”

[sundialhunter-a]

“Maybe yew ain’t ready fer the truth, Officer. Texas Hold’em, Ten Gallon hats--maybe it’s all a meticulously deep-seeded plan at th’ heart of all thangs. Maybe those that do speak o’ Texas know what’s comin’. S’ride o’ die, King. Which will yew choose when th’ last big YEEHAW comes ‘round? Ah’ know. Ah’ve always known. High noon will be yer only chance.”

“...Oh, an’ bah th’ way? West Virginia’s real. Bye!”

Is Zora behind Big Yeehaw? Is SHE the one spreading texas propaganda?

It wouldn’t surprise me.

@sundialhunter, @horizon--bounty, do you have any confessions to make?

[thenihilistofthevoid]

Small Fic

For @the-winter-dork-rp , @kitameguire , @frosthawkfantasy and @kudocookie with special mention to @verratenduo

A small fic split into two, the focus being on codewords. Part 1: Marvel Cinematic Universe, set during Civil War when Bucky’s codewords are activated by Zemo, an insight into Bucky’s thoughts and what it’s like for the Winter Soldier when the coding is active and Bucky’s desperate struggle to be free from the coding, watching from inside his own head as he hurts those he considers friends. He’s unaware of Zemo’s intent to use him to destroy the Avengers and is terrified that he can be reactivated so easily. Part 2: Yugioh 5Ds, set 20 years post end of series during a second Dark Signer vs Signer War after the seal between our dimension and the underworld is broken by a quantum experiment. Saburo Izayoi duels Chihiro Akagi, Chihiro has been manipulated by the Earthbound God that brought her back to life to hate Saburo, her memories being altered to believe that he killed her parents with his psychic powers. Saburo is unaware that his mentor is the leader of a dangerous cult and has installed programming into his head to make him a mindless killing machine with one sentence. The fic represents how both of them have been abused by a dangerous organization and turned into a living weapon. The 5Ds one is longer but that’s due to me knowing more about the series and needing to explain a lot more. Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe. Subject: James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes. Alias: The Winter Soldier. Location: [Classified], 2016. Codewords: Longing – Rusted – Furnace – Daybreak – Seventeen – Benign – Nine - Homecoming – One - Freight Car “You feel that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop…” Zemo offered, wanting to manipulate the position to his advantage. He just needed them to open the box and soon he could have the revenge he sought. His wife was gone, his son too… They had to be destroyed from the inside, all of them. The so-called enhanced, the Avengers lacked any compassion for the lives they destroyed. The tablet nearby beeped, the delivery was successful and now it could begin. “Don’t worry… We only have to talk about one.” The man stated, giving Bucky the impression he wasn’t really a psychologist, there was an ulterior motive here. Would the others watching this be able to notice it like he did or were they too busy looking for a way to punish him to see the truth… Leaving would be nice but it would make life harder for Steve, who was important to him or at least from what he could remember. His memories were a scattered mess, incomplete fragments like puzzle pieces without a guide to show you how it all was supposed to fit together, it made the supersoldier so angry deep down. The lights were down, the show was about to begin. “Why don’t we discuss your home? Not Romania, and certainly not Brooklyn…” Zemo continued, going into the messenger bag and retrieving a red book with a black star on it. He’d obtained the code words to transform the man from the Brooklynite Farm Boy into Hydra’s fist, their homegrown killing machine.“Желание.” Zemo started reading the words to Bucky’s horror. “Stop…” He snapped, trying to break the restraints he was put into. “Семнадцать. Ржавый. Рассвет. Печь. Девять. Добросердечный. Возвращение на Родину. Один. Товарный вагон.” Zemo continued, his Russian was rusty to say the least and the threat of this man ripping his head off was a real possibility. Struggling hard to punch the door down and rip his vocal chords out before he could say the last words, the door flew from it’s hinges a few seconds too late as the logic programming in his head activated, his blue eyes going cold and dark like the cryogenics chamber he’d been locked in before to freeze him for further use. “Cолда́т?” Zemo asked, wondering if it had worked. He’d broken free of the mental conditioning before, was it taking a while to activate? “Я готов отвечать.” Came the reply, it had worked. “Mission Report, December 16th 1991.” The man asked. The rampage soon began as the coding worked, his memories flashing back as it continued operations, he knew what he had to do as he fought without emotion, taking down all resistance that would stop him reaching the helicopter as his thoughts became single-file, pure logic overriding all. Love, pride, hate, fear, anger. All emotions were suppressed along with all memories not relating to his orders, the Winter Soldier was laser-focused on his task at hand, unaware his activation had a more malevolent purpose than just to cause havoc as his metal fist slammed into Sam’s stomach without any remorse, concrete shattering from his punches. The sonic weapon fired at him caused the man brief pain but pain was ignored, adrenaline rising to 50% and increasing. His gun was disabled but a punch to the gut took Tony down, not that the Winter Soldier cared who he fought, all those who opposed him were to be destroyed. Sharon was soon put through a table and Natasha felt the cold metal grip around her throat, T’Challa was enhanced and had to be destroyed too. Perhaps he also had access to the serum, they could find out when autopsy came in. Not even Steve caused a disruption to the purity of his logic programming, it wasn’t breaking down yet due to being recently activated. The other personality, Bucky hadn’t struggled enough to cause errors in the coding just yet. Maybe one day, he’d be free. But for now, once again he was the songbird trapped in a lernaean cage. Universe: Yugioh 5D’s, set 20 years after the end of the series. Subject: Saburo Izayoi (十六夜三朗). Alias: Black Rose Witch. Location: Satellite, Neo Domino City, Japan. Year Unknown. Codewords: “The entrance to the underworld is on the witch’s island.” He hadn’t asked for this, to become a pawn of destiny. Servant to the Crimson Dragon, a god that didn’t seem to give much of a shit about what happened so long as it’s chosen people, the Signers fought for it. Their allegiance to the deity marked by the birthmarks on their arms, he’d gained the claw on his right forearm like his mother before him, having inherited her psychic powers and aptitude for medicine. His powers to make the cards he used inflict real damage upon their world made him a social pariah, feared and hated by the rest of society. They wanted him to be a monster, so he became one. A violent, destructive youth who was frequently abused by the people who feared him. Death threats in the mail, stalkers, he once had a bucket of pig’s blood dumped over him in reference to Carrie. All that fame and money did nothing to stop the cyberbullying and the letters saying that he deserved to be locked away. His parents were never home, they were too busy with their nice paying jobs to notice how hard life was beating him down. His mother Aki was a doctor, too busy treating other children to notice that her own was suffering mentally. His father was a particle physicist, he provided power to a city but not the power to his only son to rise up against the systemic oppression. His parents saved the city and anything he did was just attributed to them, his individuality was irrelevant to these people. He was an extension, an accessory like the cars they drove or the house they lived in. Something to look pretty. So when the man who used to run the Arcadia Movement, he called himself Divine since his real name has no meaning to him anymore soon found the son of his first figurehead of the movement, Saburo Izayoi. He hadn’t inherited his mother’s pretty red hair but his powers were just as strong as hers, he would do nicely… The Arcadia Movement is a cult for psychic duelists like himself who had been ostracized from society turned to him and gave him the affection and love he craved, Saburo became so easy to manipulate, to bend to his will. Aki had escaped him but since Yusei had taken her from him, he would take their only child. He had gained her immensely strong powers and was going to make a fine soldier for the new movement, to turn people like them into soldiers so that they would run this society and those without their gifts would feel what it was like to be hated and harmed. Saburo’s latent powers were far too strong so they had to be controlled, put into a level where he could control them. But, sealing them permanently was never the intention. One sentence whispered in his ear and his true strength would be displayed to everyone, turning the emotionally damaged sixteen year old into a weapon of mass destruction. Unlike what he did with Aki, Divine kept his distance from the boy, only pulling the strings when required. A slave wasn’t a slave if he didn’t know he was enslaved after all. It happened all over again, the war of the gods with their human emissaries. The Earthbound Gods and the Crimson Dragon, their constant war for this planet. He had gotten involved in the last one twenty years ago and it cost him. He had every intention of making that bitch pay for what she did to him, her stupid deity had resulted in massive scarring on his face and being sent to the tyrannical prison system once he was caught but considering his young protégé had been drafted in he intended to make use of that, to once again show the power of psychic duelling against the emissaries of the underworld. The Dark Signers were dead people resurrected through the dark powers of the Earthbound Gods, brought back to fight against the chosen warriors of the dragon with fabricated grudges although this girl’s one seemed quite real.  The loser of these Duels involving dark magic lost their soul, a high-stakes game indeed. “You’re a murderer, Izayoi Saburo… You took my parents from me during your rampage in the Daimon area!” Chihiro screeched, the sclera of her eyes were black and she had red markings on her face, the purple outline of Nazca lines of the lizard on her left forearm, the lines being bindings upon the gods. The lines disappeared once the Earthbound Gods had chosen the person to represent them in this fight. “You’re lying!” He shook his head, her dark magic forcing those memories into him was painful. “The Arcadia Movement covers up all sorts of inconvenient truths. Neo Domino’s Police won’t even touch your organization due to the blackmail you have. They had powers like yours, your rampages got them evicted so they went to your organization. Your desire for destruction killed them. So, I’m going to kill you, the Servant of the Crimson Dragon!” The dead woman snapped coldly. “Your parents might have encountered me, but I didn’t know who they were! I didn’t know that they were involved in that incident!” He pleaded, his memories unsure. He changed his last name to his mother’s maiden name to avoid being hounded constantly. “You involved them unwittingly, don’t you dare think that excuses you!” The girl shouted, tears falling down her face. “I can’t…” The boy mumbled, his glasses misty with his own tears. “After my parents died, I… couldn’t take it. The world without them was so wretched. So I jumped from Daedalus Bridge into the water. You killed me as well!” Chihiro shouted, shaking with anger as she made him relive it. “NO! STOP IT!” Saburo screamed in pain as she forced him to watch, stumbling back. “I can’t fight… She has good reason to hate me… It’s my fault that she and her parents…” He thought to himself, stumbling back and tumbling towards a large shard of metal that threatened to cut into his spine and paralyze him when he was suddenly caught. “Pull yourself together, Izayoi!” A voice cut through his thoughts like a hot knife through butter, a man in a police uniform, the hat covering his face. “Who are you…?” Saburo asked, trying to wipe his glasses. “I’m on your side.” The man explained. “My side?” He replied, confused and in pain “It’s me, Saburo.” Taking off his hat, the man revealed his identity as Divine, the cult leader who had bewitched him unknowingly. “Divine, you’re alive?” Saburo asked, happy that his “mentor” was still okay after the man faked his own death to get the police to back off. “Now Saburo, fight.” He stated, still holding him as he kicked the metal away. “I can’t…” The boy pleaded. “Yes, you can. Your original latent abilities was far too strong, so I sealed those powers without your knowledge. Now is the time to unseal them and release your true powers.” The redheaded cult leader explained, bending down to whisper in Saburo’s ear. “And the words to awaken them are…” He stated, his breath hot against the boy’s ear. “The entrance to the underworld is on the witch’s island.” He whispered with a smirk as Saburo stood obediently, a tornado of wind forming around him and whipping the shards of metal and glass from the abandoned funfair into the air like a rain of destruction. “Yes, that’s good! Now defeat her! Your true powers are far superior to that of the Dark Signers!” The man laughed as the tornado intensified around the boy whose glasses were torn off by the shockwave and landed in the dirt several feet away, after several seconds the storm emanating from him died down. “Have you finally revealed your true identity?” Chihiro asked, a cold look on her face. “I am the Black Rose Witch. The only one disappearing from this world… will be you.” Saburo stated, his voice cold and robotic as he stared at her, his eyes a mixture of insanity and cold rage, his black irises boring into her like twin singularities, bringing destruction to whatever they gazed upon. “Battle. Sunvine Dragon attacks Bad End Queen Dragon! Poison Inferno!” He ordered, snapping his fingers as the huge tree-like dragon snarled and hissed, opening it’s mouth and blasting a gigantic stream of red-hot fire at the other dragon which burnt instantly, the flames blowing massive chunks of earth into the air and burning Chihiro’s clothing which she put out through dark magic, her arms and face showed third-degree burns, she screamed as she still felt pain due to the power of the Earthbound Gods although it was highly reduced. (Chihiro 3400 – 1800 LP) Chihiro’s scream of pain just made Saburo laugh, whatever the unsealing had done to him it had clearly given him a taste for sadism. “Let me hear more of it, your agony as I consign you back to the depths of hell.” Saburo mocked cruelly, the birthmark on his arm shone with a red light as his breathing became heavy. “That’s it Saburo, eliminate all in our way. You and I are going to resurrect the Arcadia Movement.” The man laughed coldly, having complete control over the boy at this point.

[calleo-bricriu]

Haven’t done one of these in awhile so...

full name:  Calleo Bricriu. @braxfordthebeater​ knows his middle name and their agreement is that Calleo will never use Braxford's first name and Braxford will never use Calleo's middle name.

pronunciation:  There are technically around three correct ways to pronounce it, so he's not exactly picky. That’s not even a joke, there are several ways to say it.

nicknames:   @kerrotko​ 's Severus is allowed to call him Leo.  @absintheabsence​  has probably 15 or so various pet names for him.  @pocketsfullofspiders​  often just calls him babe.  Goblins are contractually allowed to call him Hunðeow, which means lapdog.

height.   5'8"

age.   Verse dependent, but most often in his 30s (Golden Trio era) or mid to late 40s (Fantastic Beasts verse).

zodiac.   Leo. If you want his full birth chart, my dumb ass put that together and it's here.

languages.  Fluently spoken: English Spoken well enough that he could probably get by without completely embarrassing himself, though it'd still be obvious it's on shaky ground: German & Danish. Written/Reading: Latin, Middle English, Old English, German, as those are most commonly what he sees at work.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair colour.   Kinda orange. If you wanted to be nice, red. If you wanted to be annoying, ginger.

eye colour.   Brown. Depending on the colour and amount of eye makeup worn that can appear anything from almost yellow to black but, on their own, without heavy makeup, they're a pretty run of the mill brown.

skin tone.     Pretty pale in that way gingers tend to be. It doesn't help that he works in a department below ground with no windows, it's often dark when he gets in and dark when he leaves. He doesn't avoid daylight on purpose, it just works out that way.

body type.    If you asked him, he could stand to drop a few pounds. Nobody with eyes would use words like 'lithe' or 'slim' to describe him. He just looks kind of soft.

accent.     Two options:

Option 1: At work and/or if he wants to make sure you can understand what he's saying, he puts on a WWN broadcaster accent. So, the sort of generic accent people not in the UK think of when they think of a "British accent".  Kinda boring.

Option 2: A hellscape that mixes the accent from the area he grew up in, which is far Northern, rural Scotland and a mix of vowels sounding a bit off as his mother is from Northern Denmark and has a fairly thick accent with a tiny sprinkling of Northern Scottish.

To start.

Once he moved closer to London, more bits and pieces of surrounding (and varied) accents started creeping in, and when he moved back to a rural Scottish town again (though this time, near the English border and about 30 minutes West of Newcastle) it got muddled even further.

At this point, if he speaks at his normal speed and you haven't know him for years, it probably sounds like he's either not speaking English or is just babbling nonsense. If he speeds it up and mumbles, good fucking luck figuring out what he’s saying. While that occasionally happens if he's excited about something, he most often drops the "broadcaster" accent and speech patterns for it if he wants someone to go away and stop talking to him.

He thinks in that accent as well as he found it to be a reasonably decent built in Occlumancy defence.

dominant hand.     Either or for most things, with a slight preference given to the right.

posture.     He either looks intensely interested in/friendly toward something he's interested in with posture and body language that conveys that very clearly or completely detached to the point that others sometimes wonder if he's listening at all for day to day work interactions.

The feigned disinterest is often used in business transactions with certain types of people who are likely to get offended and try even harder to get his attention because how dare someone not be interested in their magnificence?

He does tend to slouch or sit however he finds most comfortable, which may or may not be correctly or on a piece of furniture designed for sitting.

scars.    He's got a good collection, usually from experimental magic backfiring, sometimes from duels, occasionally from fights. A few are intentional and inflicted by other people.

tattoos.     Nope.

most noticeable features.   He thinks it's his mess of hair. Other people tend to say it's more the bright clothing.

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth.  Braemar, Scotland.

hometown.  Also Braemar.

birth weight / height. He's never thought to ask but assumes it was within normal ranges.

manner of birth.    Oh, you know, the usual way.

first words.  "What's that?" mashed into one word.

siblings.    Exactly zero.

parents.    Thrasius & Beathas (Kjeldgaard) Bricriu

parental involvement.  He was and still is very close to both of his parents and they are involved in his adult life as well. They both work at the Ministry and have a tendency to visit him at least once per day if he’s there.

ADULT LIFE

occupation.    Senior Archivist in the Department of Mysteries’ Research Wing.

close friends.    Verse/RP dependent for canon characters. In my main verse, in the canon basket of close friends there’s: @absintheabsence​ @aconxtum​ @kerrotko​ ‘s Severus, @severus-snape-of-spinners-end​, @theotherdumbledore​ (when they’re around!), @ambiidexter​ (Sorry Remus :) ).

In terms of canon characters he’s on friendly (or at least not hostile) terms with, in my main verse: @lamentedhope​ , @thegreatestminister​ , @slytherin-bled​ (Bellatrix), @tmvoldemort​ , @0lliivanders​, @leeriverofwordsjordan​

For OC characters he’s on friendly terms with: @lyraxlestrange​

For friends' OCs, those close friends span any verse, so @misfit-herbologist​ @pracownik-ministerstwa​ @braxfordthebeater​ @pocketsfullofspiders​ @legilimens-corvus-frugilegus​ (who also plays Gan) and @directoryandle​ are always around in some form or another.

relationship status.   In several open relationships at any given time. In most, the only overlapping feature is Calleo, all of his partners are aware of the others and have no issues with it because good communication and established rules about how everything works is a thing, and a thing that everyone is willing to abide by.

financial status.     His public finances show him pretty standard middle class.

driver’s license.     Nope.

criminal record.     Roughly 9 alleged Statute of Secrecy violations (all dismissed), one Excessive Use of Force (also dismissed, it's difficult to charges to stick to someone who works in the Department of Mysteries),  and one assault and battery of law enforcement during the First War that was ruled self defence.

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation.     Whatever, as long as you're at least 50% human and look generally human. romantic orientation.     Also whatever.

preferred emotional role.  submissive  |  dominant | switch  |  Depends on the partner and what the general mood is each particular time. There are definitely more than three options here.

preferred sexual role.  submissive |  dominant  |  switch  |   Depends on the partner and what the general mood is each particular time. There are definitely more than three options here.

turn ons.     Treating him as an equal and educated member of his professional field (as opposed to some kid playing with dangerous magic), generally not being a complete arse, focusing more on his intellectual and magical strengths and accomplishments over, "You're pretty". Being interested in the type of work he does.

turn offs.    Treating him like a child, like he's beneath you, arrogance that can't be backed up with skill, explaining to him why you think his occupation and hobbies are "immoral", reading his own research back to him and doing it in a way that shows you didn't actually understand what you wrote, giving him orders of any sort if that wasn't an agreed upon game, being casually horrible about things like, "Aurors keep society safe", "Anyone using the Dark Arts belongs in Azkaban," "Werewolves aren't people," things of that nature. Telling him he "could do better" after meeting one or more of his long term partners.

love language.     Talking to you without being under work orders to talk to you, letters at all hours of the night for no reason other than to say something that happened to pop into his head, gifts that cannot be mistaken for anything other it meaning he knows you very, very well, physical touch (platonic or otherwise), voluntarily spending time with you without having to schedule it. In general, if he's voluntarily giving you his time, you matter to him on some level.

relationship tendencies.    Pretty things that will indulge his habits and research projects. The bonus here is that if you're willing to and skilled enough to do the latter, he's going to find you very pretty indeed. Ugly is more a state of mind anyway.

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song.    Doom or Destiny - Blondie & Joan Jett

hobbies to pass the time.    Work, only he calls it a hobby at that point. Spell modification/creation, discussing magical theory, laying around while doing those first three things, watching other people work if what they're doing requires fine manual dexterity, playing bait in traps he works with   to set up, needling various departments at the Ministry about how they're doing their jobs poorly, performing 'magic tricks' (card tricks with  marked decks, distraction based illusions, sleight of hand, etc...) around Muggles just to see if the Department of Magical Law Enforcement will get their hackles raised and try to arrest him again, a lot of completely unmentionable things because it's not Sunday.

left or right brained.     The type of work he's involved in relies on fairly even communication between the two.

fears.   Slipping and losing himself to addiction again. In that vein, losing the ability to keep a stranglelhold on that addiction and turning into something--unstable and violent.

self confidence level.     He keeps it in line with his abilities and is exceptionally careful not to let his reach exceed his grasp; when it comes to working with the Dark Arts and the other sorts of people who also work with the Dark Arts, letting your ego get the better of you is often a very good way to end up dead.

It’s not arrogance if you can back it up, after all.

vulnerabilities.   Those are on a need to know basis; those who need to know already do.  The most obvious one anyone else would see comes out when he talks about addiction as it's clear, either by how specific it is, or because he verbatim says so, that he's primarily talking about his experience with it.

tagged by: stolen from @mia-castellan  because I haven't done one of these in awhile. tagging: whoever wants to. I bunch of you all got tagged further up so that also works.

[z0ink5]

Yo!

if anyone’s interested in role-playing Juniper Woods in our Ace Attorney Discord Server looking for some rad Junithena scenes, feel free to join! Of course, there’s other characters you can be! Just stop by if you’re interested!

[sundialhunter-a]

a-fading-light:

Another notification pops up in his peripherals from the security network, as if the drones patrolling every other street in the City couldn’t be bothered with anything even slightly unordinary. Nothing about the forwarded images or information is really all that… alarming. Sure this lady probably came through a rift, and her fashion is– well– not to his taste, but it seems almost like overkill for Rock himself to have to look into this.

How much harm could a random woman dressed like a cowboy really cause?

Still the android finds himself marching that direction. This should at least be more amusing than most of the other alerts popping up across the network.

Zora isn’t terribly hard to locate, various people nearby whispering to each other as they all look on. Couldn’t blame them, really, when she had such a cheerful demeanor about her. Howdy? Really? Definitely a tourist-y type.

Rock scowls under his helmet, though the expression is not at all visible. “Ma’am,” he replies dryly, arms crossing. “You’ll have t’ forgive me if I ain’t got much time for pleasantries, but I’m goin’ t’ have t’ ask you a few questions.”

Some kind of biker gang member or something? Zora can’t help but snort at this, though she has enough sense to refrain from rolling her eyes at him. From the way the locals parted for him, surely that means that he had SOME kind of status, though. This oughta be good.

“What, y’ain’t never seen a cowboy b’fore?” The hunter teases, her playful grin never leaving her face for a moment. Hm, How rigid is this one, she wonders? His manner of speaking ALMOST mirrors her own, suggesting something more--or maybe he was just a fucking dick. Maybe both! A two for one deal, whodathought.

“This ain’t no costume, if that’s what yer thinkin’! Ah’m the gen-u-ine article! But sure, whatever yew say, buddy. Ah’ got all th’ tahm in the world!~”

Literally, but he doesn’t know that.

This could be fun, a nice distraction from her own hunting and duties. And so she offers no resistance or word of protest, still with that sunny disposition around her. She’ll follow him to wherever he wants these questions answered, or they could stay right here.

Doesn’t make a difference to her, really. They got her on camera already--and a lotta cameras there were at that. That already told her that this place, whatever it was--someone wanted an eye on things at ALL times. Lotta strange machines and security, the bells and whistles. Zora knew an iron fist of law when she saw one.

(Yeah, this could be fun.~) (( @a-fading-light​ ))

[sinmenon]

I love writing metas. I blame my days in the Silent Hill fandom. (I miss the metas, not the fandom)

Danganronpa (most originally from my RP blog)

Hope’s Peak’s arc antagonists

Hajime and Natsumi’s relationship

Hajime and Chiaki’s relationship

Hajime, Natsumi and Chiaki’s relationship and colors

Realization of abnormality/Hajime’s endgame mental state

Hajime and the future + hope vs despair

Hajime/Izuru in the DR3 Hope arc

The general state of affairs after DR3

Future Foundation and the Remnants post DR3

The dynamics among the DR1 and DR2 golden trios + 1

How the DR3 golden trio (the 74th class) dropped the ball

Ramblings on post-Tragedy world-building

Some thoughts on Korekiyo Shinguji

Shipping: gushing over Hinaegi + complement

Shipping: gushing over Hinanami

Persona

The Velvet Room (pre-Persona 5)

The Midnight Channel; its evolution and the metaverse

Izanagi and his meaning/role in Persona 4

Zanki Zero

Haruto Higurashi

Yuma Mashiro

Final Fantasy

FYCC: in defense of Squall Leonhart

FYCC: in defense of Rinoa Heartilly

FYCC: in defense of Kuja

FYCC: in defense of Tidus

FYCC: in defense of Yuna

Fables/The Wolf Among Us

Fables/The Wolf Among Us FAQ

Bigby’s transformations

Bigby’s denial of his father’s heritage and godhood

Nerissa and Bigby

TWAU cut content

TWAU the Crooked Man’s brand

The corruption in Fabletown

Fables #3 Bigby’s behavior

On the first Red Riding Hood imposter

Prince Charming’s innate bewitching

Post-Fables/TWAU state of affairs (pre-Everafter)

Fairy Tales

The Big Bad Wolf’s origins, tales and influences

Snow White’s origins and influences

Other:

Phantasy Star: Ragol (PSO) and Gurhal (PSU) systems connections (Part 1)

Phantasy Star: Ragol (PSO) and Gurhal (PSU)  systems connections (Part 2)

Yu-Gi-Oh!

The Boy Behind the HERO Mask: My Thoughts on Judai Yuki

A Not-So-Short Analysis on Yubel’s Gender and What it Means

An Analysis on Yubel as a Dragon

A Long Rambling/Analysis on Banner / Daitokuji-sensei

FYCC : In Defense of Asuka Tenjoin

FYCC : In Defense of the Kaiser Ryo Marufuji

FYCC: In Defense of Yami Yugi

My thoughts on Daichi Misawa

My thoughts on Rei Saotome

My thoughts on Sho Marufuji

My thoughts on Amon Garam

My thoughts on Jim Cook and Austin O’Brien

My thoughts on Chronos-Sensei

GX EP08 - My thoughts on how Asuka and Ryo became friends | Complement

GX EP15 - Judai likes playing clueless about romance | More | Elaborating

GX EP27 - Judai isn’t as naive as they think

GX EP85 -  Judai and The Divine Winged Dragon of Ra

GX EP161 - Judai got a little taller  | Side-to-side with EP07

GX Season 1 Analysis

Yubel’s love for Judai | Complement

A brief comment on Judai and Asuka’s friendship | Complement

Would Shou be more popular if he had a different design?

Edo Phoenix as a possible host for the Light of Destruction

What if Judai kept Yubel’s card / it happened differently?

A parallel between Amon Garam and the Supreme King Judai

Should Asuka have been the one to duel Supreme King Judai ?

What Yugi Mutou have been up to during GX

Some assorted head canons

Asuka Tenjoin

Austin O’Brien

Chronos di Medici

Daichi Misawa

Edo Phoenix

Fubuki Tenjoin / 2

Jim Cook

Johan Andersen

Judai Yuki

Jun Manjoume

Rei Saotome

Ryo Marufuji / 2

Shou Marufuji

Takuma Saiou

Tanya

Tyranno Kenzan

Yubel

Yusuke Fujiwara

Judai and the Ultimate Alchemist - part 1, part 2

Philosopher’ Stone - Sabatiel

Manjoume as the Hanged Man

The various types of sacrifice in GX Season 3 | complement

Asuka’s potential as a professional duelist

Listing the Supreme King’s powers

Judai isn’t a reliable friend

Judai and friendship on GX

Amon Garam and the Cloud symbolism

The symbolism of the Destiny Heroes

Duel Academia: Main Building

Duel Academia: Obelisk Blue Male Dorm

Duel Academia: Obelisk Blue Female Dorm

Duel Academia: Ra Yellow Dorm

Duel Academia: Osiris Red Dorm

Duel Academia: Secondary Building

[itsanemptytomb]

Messenger RP: Fight Talk; Then and Now

Fight Talk; Then and Now

Adam, Abe, Emily

20-23 October 2016 ______________________

Adam to Abe; protip - the coke you did isn't the coke Emily and Henry did. It's been refined to be a whole new monster. If you and Emily ever binge watch some shit don't let her egg you on. She can take moose coke that you can.

Abe to Emily: did he just fucking say that?

Emily: -puts her hands up- Don't look at me! I can't even believe we're having this conversation.

Adam: -chuckles-

Emily: Do you two talk often?

Abe: not really.

Emily: Are you just talking 'cause I'm here?

Adam: Henry's afraid well start punching each other if we're in the same place for too long.

Emily: -mutters- That's kinda what I was expecting... Or an intervention.

Abe: plus the mun can't come up with something for them to do in the room that won't end in frustration and at least a punch. And it's hard when is the same mun.

Emily: Is it bad that I'm kinda curious to see you fight?

Abe: These days he won't win as badly. I can put up at least some thing resembling a fight.

Adam: the first time we fought I actually never touched you and you still lost.

Abe: you don't have minions any more.

Emily: What about the strays?

Both: they hardly/don't count.

Adam: the are too young.

Abe: canon fodder.

Emily: Plus, weren't you human?

Abe: yeah, I was. Both times.

Emily: -looks between them both- I think he could take you for a round or two. Hey!! Do we have vampire MMA or boxing or anything?

Adam: No, no vampires in sport. Yet. Things go viral to easily these days. Once we have a 'place' then hell yeah.

Emily: We could do a fight in the ballroom. No tech allowed. Besides, I know most of the strays don't want to be found. That's why they're here.

Emily: I mean-- I'm not saying you SHOULD fight. Just that-- Just that it would be interesting.

Abe: I've been a duel...

Adam: you sure you've been keeping in shape?

Emily: -looks more excited than she really should-

Abe: It would be really hard to keep it a friendly match. It's far too easy for these things to get personal.

Emily: I'll fight you?

Abe: I don't know if that's a good idea. I don't know if I could really fight you so much as as move about a bit and let you punch me.

Emily: Are you afraid to fight me?

Abe: I don't want you to take this the wrong way.... I can't always control my strength and I... accidents happen. I'm afraid I might hurt you.

Emily: -clenches her jaw tightly- I'm stronger than I look. And quicker than you can imagine. I might get scared, but-- I'm strong. And we're nearly the same age!

Abe: I know. I know you're capable and I know I'm being absurd.

Emily: -looks to Adam almost pleadingly-

Adam: she's been on her own, and Henry taught her sone things. And so did I, for that matter. She could give you a run, Lincoln. But Emily.... you have to keep in mind /when/ he's from. He's lost fights.... several. All against lady vampires.

Emily: -sighs dramatically- Just like the boys near one of my schools. 'It's not proper to hit a lady.' Is that right? Well then, I'll just go ahead and give you a good bop on the nose! Guess how long I lasted at THAT school?

Abe: *smiles* and it's wonderful that you can do that. I... on the one issue, I cant help it. I know I need to let go of those thoughts. But on the other... as Adam how hard I hit.

Emily: -grumbles- I'm from the same time... And English!

Emily: Did you ever fight ada's sister?

Abe: Yeah I did. And I lost. Spectacularly. Part of it is because she took her skirt off half way through the fight.

Adam: bull shit! You ran at her chin first and she kicked you in the face. One of the funniest damn things I've seen in a long time was when she tossed her skirt all 'toro toro'.

Abe: she took her skirt off and you threw a chair at me.

Emily: -barely holding back giggles- Seriously?

Adam: seriously.

Abe: *slowly nods*

Emily: That's fucking epic! And I thought I was bad when I cut a slit up the side of my skirt and nearly gave some 13 year old snot a coronary when he saw my bloomers. Wait-- Why'd you throw a chair at him?

Adam: I want throwing it at him, but Vadoma. She caught it after kicking him flat in his back and then pour the choir down in top of him to sit on and pin him.

Emily: Ooookay... Why'd you throw a chair at Vadoma? And why were you all fighting in the first place?

Abe: it.... he invited me to attend a ball.

Emily: That's... Nice?

Adam: It was an integrated ball in an age when Lincoln was still an ass. The fact that whites and blacks were mingled and dancing together pissed him off enough that he drew his ax and charged in. Vampire defended and humans fled. The humans who were eaten that night were court appointed executions as he later found out. Black and White and human and vampire all together for a ball.

Abe: I told you would wouldn't like me very much back them, Emily. But, Adam... perhaps I wouldn't have been so quick to violence if you hadn't have kidnapped a friend of mine to get me there.

Emily: You wanted him to see that everyone could get along on equal footing, right? Be he-- -looks to Abraham- But you wouldn't listen. 'Cause if you were an ass about blacks and whites integrating, then I can't even imagine what you were like with the idea of humans and vampires together. -turns back to Adam- That's why you took his friend, right? To force him to come and see for himself. I'm not saying it was the BEST idea, but I kinda understand...

Abe: I was a very different man back then. I've grown since then.

Adam: thank the gods for that.

Emily: How old were you?

Abe: ooooh.... working at Speed's shop so... 20-25. Maybe 28 at the most.

Adam: if I might.... Em... Dad bragged. Lincoln is the only time I've ever heard Henry brag. Long before Jack stole the watch, everyone, well undead at least, knew who Lincoln was. I was astonished to hear that Henry was actually bragging. Not only about Lincon's skill as a hunter, but Henry had alluded to a world changer. To Lincoln's credit.....

Abe: I hate that word

Adam: he was out there campaigning for rational race relations. During his brief first run with politics he stopped slavery in his district. But there was an acceptable split hair in those days. You could hate slavery and still be a racist.

Adam: the ball was because I was desperate to meet the man Henry thought worthy of bragging about. But as a lead to Henry and maybe Lincoln really was the answer. A way out of the war before it happened. But the man in the ball room want yet ready to change the world, he was a righteous hypocrite.

Abe: I was also recovering from a bout with depression at the time of the ball.

Emily: Who started the fight?

Adam: to be honest I think we both did. The moment he set foot in Eden I knew he was a hypocrite. So I disappointment made me sarcastic. Really? That's the man who inspired Henry and Henry was in love with? Also running into the house bearing an ax with start some shit, in any age.

Adam: did you really have to drive a wagon though the ball room and my living room and hall way just because Vadoma sat on you?

Emily: SERIOUSLY?!

Abe: now wait a minute.... you threatened to force me to turn and you said you'd spoon feed me the blood of my friend!

Abe: yeah I drove a wagon through the house. Right through those big windows in the living room and ball rooms.

Emily: -spins back to face Adam- You were gonna what--?!

Adam: disappointment makes me sarcastic.

VW OOC: they had a vampire sidebar about the other thing Adam said that night. Abe isn't brining it up because Henry asked him to stop airing family laundry. Adam because he and Henry have already spoken about it and worked it out.

KC OOC: Which was?

Emily: That doesn't sound sarcastic, that sounds... That sounds super villainy.

VW OOC: Adam asked Abe to kill Henry. - in game Adam was grandstanding for the minions just to get Abe into the office where they could really talk.

Adam: I forget sometimes, that not everyone is as jaded as I am. My sense of humor reflects it.

Emily: That just seems like something you don't joke about. It's like-- It's like a rape joke. Those of us that were turned against our will, in fear and pain and-- And it's just not right to joke about.

Adam: yeah I know that now. It was mostly sarcastic, but very villainy. Stop being an idiot. Stop being a hypocrite. You have a destiny and you have Henry.

Emily: You were jealous.

Adam: yeah.

Emily: I can't believe you actually admitted that.

Adam: I'm not the jealous type. Henry's been with others; men and women, and more power to him for it. But even if Henry was bragging about Lincon, Lincoln wasn't making him happy. In fact.... no I'm not going there.

Abe: she knows that I tried to kill him at least twice.

Emily: I'm starting to get why dad REALLY doesn't want you two in the same room for long.

Abe: though the second time wasn't really trying to cut Henry's head of more than it was me goading him into killing me. Didn't work.

Adam: Mmmm mm. Then it's only fair she know. I didn't only threaten to force Lincon to turn and spoon feed him his friends blood..... we were surrounded by vampires. Eden was at its height during the ballroom fight. I just wanted to get you into a privet room and you had just killed 20 vampires. They weren't going to give us privacy any other way.... so I asked Lincon if he was willing to kill Henry.

Adam: to his credit he was a loyal hypocrite.

Adam: Dad and I have talked about this. He knows I was in a difficult position and desperate to get into contact with him at that time.

Adam: as for how hard he can punch..... it's hard. Even as a human. Standing swing, no pull back.... he punched a hole into my gut using a silver watch.

Emily: -winces and whimpers quietly- Was that at the ballroom or-- Or the train?

Adam: the punch was on the train. It's why I couldn't get off before it collapsed.

Emily: And dad... Dad dropped it on you?

Adam: A stroke of Providence by accident. It's not like he could aim it, after all. I watched from below. The train almost made it to the end of the bridge. Just 1 foot more and Lincoln and Will could have jumped to safety. But it didn't get there. The angle was to steep. The train began to slide backwards, into the gorge. And then 2 things happened right after another.....first the train stopped moving. Even after the rail and wood had gone from under it. The train stayed right where it was, even moved forward a foot.

Adam has an odd smile akin to devilish pride

Adam: Henry was picking it up. He lifted quite a few tons of steel and iron. Henry was in a hell of a spot that night and knew he could only save one of us. He picked Lincoln. I always knew Henry was stronger than anyone knew. Physically and mentally. My bother and sister, Lincoln. Even the Union. They all underestimated him and now there he was picking up a damn train.

Adam: but he couldn't hold it for long. He saved us both that night. Abe jumped to safety. But I was facing a rain of fire and stakes and red hot steel railing. I couldn't run and would have burned but Henry dropped the train and a car fell on me. A steel beam and a rock pile broke open the side just moments before it hit and I was safe. - spent the night in a makeshift oven but I should survive a bit of heat easily enough.

Emily: -eyes dart wildly between her father and Abraham- Oh. My. God. If this is my family history, reincarnation doesn't seem unlikely.

Emily: I can't believe you two can sit here together!

Abe: Time is funny like that. It's great for cooling anger. Might take a while more before we get to neutral ground. But I have to face it; that war was a moment in time. I wish to God that it had give differently, quicker and kinder. But Adam hasn't given a hint of anything like that since. I grew up. Perhaps he's still growing.

Emily: -smiles at her dad- I think we all are.