#Numeron

[klayfruit]

shout out to autism making me insane over a game from the 90s every few months and then after like 3 days i become normal again. ill finally lose this curse once i learn How to Draw Fucking Klogg

[father-moss]

The Gates of Argonath. The pillars of Kings. The Sentinels of Númeron.

Credit: Matt Ferguson

[ygo-monster-type-tournament]

Round 1b, Match 3: Numeron vs. Jinzo vs. Live☆Twin!

Number C1: Numeron Chaos Gate Sunya // Jinzo // Live☆Twin Home

[peppermint-whiskers]

The progression of every single Yu-Gi-Oh series. Season 1: I'm 12 years old and I have to beat the school bully in a duel so that he stops bullying my friends >:(

Season 3: I HAVE TO BEAT GOD IN A CARD GAME TO SAVE THE WORLD, I HAVE COMMITED MULTIPLE WAR CRIMES, AND ALSO I AM STILL 12

LMAOOOO

My favorite iteration is Zexal, where he has to fight the fucking CHAOS GOD OF CARD GAME DARK MAGIC WHO SEPARATED FROM HIS HOMEWORLD AND ALSO THIS MOTHERFUCKER CHEATS AT CARDS BECAUSE HE'S AN ASSHOLE

[drago-gatta]

~✨Spark of Life✨~

I used the official NASA photo of the "Pillars of Creation" for Astral's body texture (layer in division mode)

I found it fitting since he rewrites the universe with the Numeron Code. Also the "cat's eye" nebula is particularly fitting too. In a picture the halo surrounding it is pictured in golden👁️

[pallotdip]

and he meant the world (to me).

farewell for now, little blue guy. 🩵💫

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hi y’all!!! this has been a long time coming.

this will be the last new astral (and zexal) art for a long while.

i still love zexal, and i still love astral. they both helped me out of a very, very dark and dire period in my life, and i will forever be grateful.

i think it’s good to move to other things. it doesn’t mean i’m abandoning zexal. i simply really, really, REALLY need a break from it right now.

thank you to all the healing i encountered along the way from this show, and all the amazing people i’ve met. i truly believe i won’t be where i am today without zexal. it’s been a part of me since i was young, after all. and while i love its familiarity, i think it’s okay to say goodbye for now!

thank you astral, and thank you zexal, and thank you to everyone i met because of them! much love!

happy, happy, happy astral day! here’s to the mentor that did it all! 🫶🥰💕💕

[ratthivolt]

ayo look who at the pride parade

[lyricalchrysanthemum]

Cheren Piper smiles brightly as lady luck smiles down upon him at long last.

Admiration, recognition, confirmation.

All he ever wished for- had been granted.

His sacrifices were not in vain; his struggles and suffering had meaning.

This was what it meant to be alive.

He couldn't help but laugh as the proof of his victory appeared before him, creating a wall between him and the audience.

Reflected upon the surface of these cards, Piper sees the horrified faces of the spectators as he holds up the body of his partner, his beloved friend, to the wall of Numbers.

Tears roll down his cheeks, each laugh bitterly ripping out of his throat.

There was no need to fret.

With these Numbers, he was the strongest duelist in Nimbasa, in Unova, in the world.

Anything and everything was within his grasp- Cheren Slater included.

Their parting was temporary. In only a minute, they would be reunited once more, two halves finally becoming whole.

And Slater would praise him as he always had, congratulating him for his victory, taking his hand in his.

As the blinding lights turn into a wall of fire, his pedestal of honor turns into an altar worthy of a sacrifice, the limp body in his arms being the final gift- a slaughtered lamb for the gods.

"You made my dream come true," Piper smiles amidst the flames. "My dream- it's something we both share, right?"

The screams of the souls he's hunted blend with those of the living- but he only hears Slater's voice and his song.

"You've always been at my corner, even when everyone else left. You," He chokes up slightly. "Are my other half. My everything. I have you to thank for my victory."

The silver coins that filled his pockets clattered to the floor, the sound of metal clinking against the ground morphing into church bells.

An unanswered prayer remains unspoken.

"You'll always have me in your heart- as you are in mine, partner."

That's our truth, amen.

The sky falls, and heaven hears not another word from the traitor and the fallen angel.

(writing by @antihibikase / @antihibikase2)

[shitpostingkats]

Astral ultimate autism character because he keeps coming up with things to Collect All Of but then gets distracted halfway through by another thing to Collect All Of.

[antihibikase-archive]

[luxy-the-art-blog]

So... Y'all ever heard of the neverhood? And any of y'all read its Bible?

[ygoartreviews]

Number 100: Numeron Dragon

I kinda don’t know what’s going on with the placement of this dragon’s arms in relation to where its neck connects to its swirling, light vortex body. I mean, I guess the answer is literally just “They’re all connected to the weird orb web thing projecting from the base of its neck,” but the angle feels odd. Don’t get me started on what’s up with those half wings just sorta chilling in front either. I honestly wish the main serpentine part of its body was more... Defined? Like how the head and arms are, for example. They stick out a lot and are easy to see (despite being attached like that). Without any similar definition, the body basically just blends with the interstellar background a lot. This also makes it hard to tell exactly how its tail winds around to end up at the very bottom of all places. The front hovering pseudo wings don’t help with that either. Despite all that, still a pretty kickass solar dragon, worthy of being the final true Number.

Rating: 9/10, I bet this was awful to animate

[antihibikase2]

Numeron Code : Final Wonderland

Long ago, I think I lost something in an unfamiliar place and cried, And a [ dark-eyed ] sorcerer took me by the hand and helped me [ He ] isn't going to come here, I remembered who [ he ] was I'm coming to help you now

The steps of the undersea castle were infinite, as if to dissuade their lone inhabitant from leaving.

Though Slater found the view enthralling, he knew he was not meant to stay here, no matter how loudly the ocean called for him.

The current was merciless- with each step bringing him closer to the light, he was pushed down as soon as escape was within his reach.

All he could see in front of his outstretched hand were bubbles from his throat, as the water pulled him back into the depths of the abyss.

For a moment, he had considered giving up, curling into the safety of the sea's embrace.

But the light filtering through the waves called out to him like a siren's song- and with it came a gloved hand.

He tries again.

No matter how hard he was put down, he had nowhere to go but beyond.

He had lost count of how many times he was brought back to the darkness.

But as long as that hand was within his reach, he could not stop trying.

...

Surrounded by the flames of the end, Piper knew this duel was going to end one way or another.

Either he performed a miracle, a blessing only given by the gods,

Or he, Slater, and Ghetsis would all burn in the flames of hell.

There is no outcome where Ghetsis will win. He refuses to entertain that.

As the wall of flames grew, he could barely hear the screams of his rivals- the ringing silence of the Heralds was all he could focus on, as he stared down at the limp body in his arms.

"I end my turn."

...

Pushed down into stone floors once again, The Herald of Perfection breaks its vow of silence.

"Why do you insist on leaving?"

Was he not so lucky, to be chosen by the angels?

Was he not thankful, to be worthy of their protection?

Was he not happy, to live in comfort in the depths of the sea, where he could not be touched or hurt?

Slater shakes his head.

No matter what treasures these angels offered him, he would not falter.

He promised someone he would meet them.

...

Burning Land's stacked effect with Dark Room of Nightmare, coupled with the charging Wave-Motion Canon-

"Desperate, aren't we?" Ghetsis mocks. "This isn't the strategy you had planned at all."

It wasn't- it was a bit of an old shame, to say the least. Piper never wanted his duels to come off as anything other than perfect, and he didn't want to resort to tactics like burn to gain the upper hand.

He was better than this, smarter, even.

But a cornered dog bites back, no matter how ugly.

Ignoring Ghetsis' taunts, he sticks to his new strategy- or, to be more accurate, he falls back on an old reliable.

"I activate the spell, Swords of Revealing Light. All face down monsters are flipped up in attack position. With this card on the field, you can't attack for three turns."

"Desperate and bidding for time."

It was all he could do, especially when Slater's eyes remained shut.

...

At some point, he had lost track of time.

He must have been expected to be driven to insanity- as for no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape the clutches of the legendary sea.

But, even as the Heralds of Green, Purple, and Orange lights swirl around him, ready to subdue him once more,

He reaches out for that hand at the surface yet again.

As their fingers brush together, he remembers their promise.

...

The heat continues to grow, melting the Sweet Hearts that Piper pops into his mouth in a panic.

With Jinzo on both their fields, Piper wonders how the rest of this duel was going to go-

And then Ghetsis does the unthinkable, and performs an Xyz Summon.

As a new monster emerges from the field, Piper realizes the control he initially thought he had was a mere farce.

Yet, he swallows the bittersweet chocolate down his throat, steeling his nerves.

Though this wasn't the spotlight he envisioned, Piper continues to fight for the sake of the only thing that matters-

But just as he's about to draw his card, he finds that he can no longer see clearly with one of his eyes- the one with the crest.

...

"Slater, I'm sorry I was so busy lately."

"It's alright! How are you? Are you doing well?"

"It's-"

"..."

"..."

"Piper?"

"..listen, Slater. Can we meet up? At our usual spot. I'll meet you at sundown."

...

And so, Slater waits.

Even as the sun sets and the moon takes its place, he waits.

Even as the inky darkness swallows the golden sky, he waits.

Even as an angel shows itself to him, its haunting chime a sign of bad fortune-

He waits.

...

The water slowly rises from the soles of his shoes to his knees.

Strangely, in the midst of this hot summer day, his Sweet Hearts retain their shape.

...

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. This is my fault."

...

"It's okay, I've forgiven you a long time ago."

Their hands meet, and Slater holds his breath as he's taken out of the water.

...

As Piper falters, his body does not meet the marble floor.

With shaky arms and an even shakier breath, Slater stands with his singed holy robes, holding him close to his body as they stood against the devil- the one who had played with their fates.

"The Diviner of The Herald," Ghetsis spits out. "To think you still had the strength to wake, even after all that-"

"Slater?"

"Piper-"

Oh, his throat felt dry. Each word pricked his throat with a thousand needles.

Yet, he smiles.

"Partner."

"Partner- yes, that's me, we promised-"

Ah, bad time.

He looks up at the banner- with only a thousand life points left, on turn fifteen no less, Slater wonders how to turn this duel around.

He wasn't that good of a duelist in the first place.

Still, just as Piper had reached for him, he would offer to do the same, even if his body perishes in hellfire.

With Piper hanging onto him for dear life, Slater summons his duel disk into his arm-

"Here, take mine. It's temporary."

Piper transfers the mark around his eye onto Slater's, in place of his missing D Gazer.

His indigo eye turns to a shining gold, the same shade as the light attribute that was forced upon him.

An angel-

The wings of his tailcoat were burnt off.

Even with these chains binding him to the heavens, Slater persists.

He would not allow himself to ascend.

"Partner," His voice quivers, especially as Ghetsis glares down at his form- "Please, you've done so much for me already. Let me share your burden."

And normally, Piper would not allow such a thing.

But, consumed by his own fatigue, he chooses to believe the sight before him was a dying dream.

"Partner," Piper whispers under his breath. "I'm counting on you."

His eyes shut as Slater fully awakens, having broken out of his dreamland.

As the flames lick up his arm, Slater prays that the angels who had taken him would at least part from his form with a blessing,

and bring about a miracle.

"My turn! I draw!"

[yugiohcardsdaily]

Numeron Creation

"(This card is always treated as a 'Galaxy-Eyes' card.) If 3 or more LIGHT Dragon monsters with 3000 or more original ATK are on the field: Special Summon 1 'Number' Dragon Xyz Monster from your Extra Deck, then attach this card on the field to it as material. You can only apply this effect of 'Numberon Creation' once per turn."

[guardiandamned]

Ryouga doesn't know how to face Yuma.

God, it pisses him off. That he's still such a coward, even now, who doesn't know what to say to the boy who should be his friend. ...Or is he an enemy?

Even now, he doesn't know what to think. It wasn't easy, turning his back on Yuma and the people he'd grown to love to fight for the Barians after remembering the truth of it all. It had been painful, hard, and cruel. ...But even that feels easier now than this shitty uncertainty that haunts him now, pulling him in two different directions, making him want to scream and just give up, but-

He can't. Not yet.

After he'd lost that duel to Yuma, he'd wanted so bad to believe that a miracle really was possible. If only he could put his faith in him one last time... but now that Ryouga's been revived, months into the past without explanation, he doesn't know what happened to the world he left behind. He doesn't know if Yuma and Astral's resolve was empty, or if they'd managed to find a way to save everyone - but even though nothing's changed... Ryouga just can't find it in himself to betray Yuma again for a second time.

"Yuma...?" Eventually, Ryouga speaks up. His heart is hammering in his chest, and he feels sick. "I... I need to talk to you for a moment. About something important."

@highfivethesky ( starter! )

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