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creepyclothdoll · 5 days ago

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We don’t take kindly to outsiders

around here, pardner,” said the grizzled and sunburnt face.

“... Darryl Choi?” I said. But it couldn’t be.

“Now that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time,” the man tipped that face up at me and I saw his familiar dark eyes clearly under his dusty cowboy hat.

“You’re dead,” I blurted. The cowboy stood and drained his sarsaparilla.

“This outsider botherin’ ya, Smokes?” the bartender said, polishing a glass behind the gas station counter, which had been apparently repurposed as a saloon bar. There were still vape cartridges and 5-hour-energy drinks on the shelf behind him, gathering dust next to bottles of unlabeled brown liquor and oil lamps.

“I’m not an outsider,” I argued. “This is my hometown. I took your niece London to prom, Mr. Jarocki.” The bartender narrowed his eyes at me.

“Name’s Ben Wiley Sr to you,” he said, frowning under his huge white handlebar mustache. “Now, your money’s as good as anyone else’s, kid, but after you quench yer thirst, you better take that steel horse you rode in on and ride along yonder, if you know what’s good for yeh.”

“Yonder?!” I said. “What the hell is going on? This is Massachusetts. Is this a bit?”

The five other cowboys in the gas station, who were all sitting around makeshift tables that had been hammered together from pieces of the Holiday station shelving, stopped their card game and glared at me. One of them reached for his sidearm.

Darryl clapped his hand around my shoulder.

“Settle down, boys,” he said. “This here fella’s kin, he just don’t know it yet. Sit down, pardner, and I’ll tell my tale.”

“I just came in to pay for gas. The thingy wasn’t working outside,” I said. “I’m actually late to my mom’s memorial service right now.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, son.”

“It’s my mom’s–”

“Sit down.”

I sat down. The plastic chair squeaked. Mr Jarocki brought me a stein of sasparilla.

“Folks ‘round here, y’see… we ain’t afraid o’ death no more,” Darryl said. He lit his pipe. Red embers lit his dark eyes. “I met death. He’s a ten-cent man.” Darryl stared through the Holiday station windows past the gas pump and toward the horizon of Peabridge, Massachusetts.

In 2016, Darryl Choi had been crushed to death by a semi on his way home from UMass Amherst. He was the first friend I ever lost. His death had hit me hard. We weren’t as close as I was with some of my other friends, but we’d cut class a couple of times to vape by the creek and trade Yu-Gi-Oh cards. I didn’t think he could grow facial hair, but he had a lot of it now.

“Y’ever heard of Pet Semetary?” Darryl asked.

“Yeah, I saw the movie,” I said. “And the remake.”

“Well, turns out, we got one of those.”

I stared incredulously. If I hadn’t been at Darryl Choi’s funeral, I wouldn’t have believed him.

“Okay,” I said.

“Basically, it works just like in ol’ Steve King’s account. You die, they put you in there, you come back wrong. First time they tried it with a person, it was Christina Elspeth, the old schoolmarm.”

“Oh no, Mrs Elspeth died?”

“It don’t matter now,” Darryl grunted. “Listen. They put the schoolmarm in the cemetery and the next day she was crawling back all fulla murderous rage n’ such, same as the dogs n’ cats n’ fish, but worse. Spoutin’ all kinds of vileness. So her husband shot her in the head.”

“Mr Elspeth?!?”

“Not before she cut him real good across the belly, though. The ol’ fella bled out right quick in his flower garden. So they buried both of ‘em in the Semetary-whatsit again, on account of the headstone already bein’ paid for.”

Mr Elspeth was my youth pastor. He always snuck us leftover communion bread and we’d eat it with marshmallow fluff. I didn’t even know he had a gun.

“So another day passed, and, well, the two of ‘em sprung back outta that dirt mound. Mr Elspeth had come back ‘wrong,’ just like his missus before him– all evil and such. But Mrs Elspeth came back even wronger. Turns out, there’s a step down below ‘evil.’ I’m talkin’ downright… well, sorta like those red fellers we used to play at killin’ as youngsters in that movin’ picture game.”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, Darryl,” I said. “Can you drop the cowboy accent?”

Darryl glared at me.

“Folks call me Smokes these days,” he said. “Smokes Barlow. Wilbur Lee Barlow if you’re a lawman.”

“I’m not gonna call you Wilbur Lee Barlow,” I said.

“Naw, you’ll call me Smokes, like everyone else,” he replied smoothly.

“Resident Evil?” I said.

“... Huh?”

“The red zombies from Resident Evil, is that what you were talking about earlier?”

Smokes shrugged.

“Anyhow, the two of ‘em went on a killin’ spree round here. And I guess word got out about the cursed boneyard– everyone and their mother, I mean the ones who survived, hoped maybe their kin would be the exception to the rule. So more n’ more bodies went in the mound, and each of ‘em came out as evil as the last. ‘Cept for Mrs Elspeth, who came back worse for wear.”

“They put her back? Again?”

“Well, see, the headstone had been paid for. So Mrs Elspeth comes back and she’s still spittin’ hell’s worst curses and hankerin’ for a stabbin’, but now she’s also sort of a mad scientist sort. So she breaks into the hospital n’ starts grafting people’s limbs together–”

“Hang on. What the hell do you mean she’s a mad scientist sort?” I said. “She was a music teacher?”

“Well, see, that’s what I’m tryin’ to tell you. She’s running around, hair all crazy, in a stolen lab coat, rantin’ and ravin’ about man playing god and splicing DNA and such, creating humanity’s next evolution and such. So eventually the hospital staff knock her out and toss her back in the hole. Next time she came back, she was a 19th century venture capitalist named Montgomery Prescott III who aimed to turn Peabridge into a factory town.”

“Sorry, when did this all happen?”

“‘Course, by this time, her husband was on his third resurrection too, so Prescott was a force to be reckoned with with the power of science behind him. The two of ‘em did a bang-up job whippin’ this place into shape, corralling all the zombies n’ throwing em in the hole, y’know, for science, and to see if they could monetize it. Prescott Mining & Scientific Enterprise un-buried all the dead from the regular ol’ graveyard and tossed ‘em in the hole, myself included. Then, when they came back, they put all those evil folks to work in the mines, or in the lab.”

“Now those mines were dangerous, of course, with all the coal dust and gas leaks… Prescott didn’t give a damn about safety. Lotta folks died. But they’d just bring ‘em back. A couple weeks in, though, and there were about twenty Montgomery Prescott III’s and about a hundred mad scientists running around, and it turns out, Monty Prescott works for no man. Each of ‘em enlisted a squad of mad scientists and started their own enterprise. Wasn’t too long before they started assassinating the competition. At this point, we’d all just gotten used to throwin’ people in the hole.

“Turns out, after Prescott, you come back as kind of a Dracula. Now I won’t go into all that business– you know ‘Salem’s Lot?”

“No? Is that a gang?”

“What about that there Catholic picture show up there on the Netflix, the one on the island, put together by that Irish feller? Michael somethin. O’Flanagan.”

“Mike Flanagan? Midnight Mass?”

Smokes smiled.

“There ya go. It was all pretty much like that.”

I looked around at the gas station. Other than the restructuring that had transformed it from a regular Holiday gas station into a cowboy saloon, it looked like this place had been through waves of disasters. There were bullet holes all over the ceiling, a massive rusty brown stain that someone had tried to scrub out with lye on the linoleum, burn marks on the walls with strange curling imprints of what looked like vines and needles…

“I’m guessing that ‘everyone is vampires’ didn’t last long,” I said.

“It just ain’t sustainable,” Smokes shook his head. “Vampires always think it’s a smart idea to make everyone vampires, but, see, it just don’t work out. What do they eat? Turns out, they don’t. They starve. Then it’s back in the hole.” “So things carried on like that for awhile. At a certain point, we were just chuckin’ people in there to see if there was an end point, y’know, how far this thing goes. Turns out, it goes Evil, Mindless Zombie, Mad Scientist, Montgomery Prescott III, Master Vampire, Ghoul, Skeleton Warrior, Skeleton Jazz Musician, Man-eating Plant, Plant-eating Man– or a Vegan, I guess you’d call him, and a real sonofabitch– Haunted Ventriloquist, Haunted Dummy, Haunted Mummy, Christian Family Vlogger, ‘Edna,’ Evil Cowboy, Zombie Cowboy, Plant Cowboy, ‘Edna’ again, then just regular ol’ pure Cowboy.”

“What comes after Cowboy?” I asked.

Smokes shook his head.

“Nothing,” he said. “It’s just Cowboy all the way down after that.”

The cowboys playing poker glanced up at me through clouds of tobacco smoke. I recognized some of these people from around town. Or, rather, I recognized who they used to be.

“So… my mom’s memorial… she’s not really dead, is she?” I said, a wave of hope and relief overwhelming me. “I thought I’d have to say goodbye to her today. But she’ll be back, won’t she?”

Smokes only smiled sadly.

“You won’t find fuel for your steel carriage, pardner,” said Smokes. “I’ll give you a ride to the cemetary.”

I followed Smokes out to the parking lot, where several horses were hitched.

“Where did you guys get all these horses?” I asked.

“Oh, where there’s cowpokes, there’s horses,” he replied. “That’s a rule of nature.” Smokes fed the horse an apple and stroked her mane before bidding me to climb on behind him. I held onto his waist, which was pretty weird for me because we were never close like that, and we galloped off up the highway toward the middle of town.

We passed the elementary school, which had been covered in radiation warning signs and barbed wire. Then we passed the old Coney Island restaurant, which had been converted to a one-room schoolhouse. Main Street’s restaurants, law firms, and tattoo parlor had been replaced by a Dry Goods store, an ox stable, a wagoner, an apothecary– the barber was the same, but it looked like he also pulled teeth now.

The park that I played in as a kid had been bulldozed to hell, and in its place was a brown dirt yard with scattered mounds and holes all clustered near the center. A new sign hung over the entrance on a wooden board: Lazarus Mound Cemetary.

“I guess we coulda been more creative,” Smokes said. “But it’s too late for couldas, I reckon.”

A group of cowboys, clad in black, stood over a dirt pile. They held their hats to their chest as the eulogy was read. Smokes followed me to my mother’s fresh grave. I dropped my bouquet of flowers on top of it.

“Family only,” said one of the cowboys, glaring at me.

“Uncle Matt, it’s me,” I said. He twirled his goatee and grimaced, revealing a new gold tooth.

“It’s Billy ‘Cobra’ Nash these days,” he said. “Didn’t recognize ya, son. I s’pose you want to say a few words,” he gestured to the mound.

“Well, I would,” I said, “But I’m pretty sure she’ll pop out halfway through.”

“That’s no way to talk about your poor dead mother,” said Great-Grandma Tess, who I hadn’t seen since 2004, when she died from stroke. Except she wasn’t Great-Grandma Tess. She was a short old man with a long rabbity mustache and two guns on either side.

“Let the kid grieve, Slim,” said Cobra.

The sun set on us. The resurrected cowboy versions of my family members became hungry and bored, and set up a small campfire where they heated up coffee and beans, and spun some yarns. I asked questions about the cowboy economy and how it could sustain itself in this Massachusetts town that didn’t have that many cows, and they responded by cussing me out and telling me to get lost, city boy. I said I couldn’t be a city boy because I was from here, and they took away my beans.

Finally, after about an hour, there was rustling from the mound.

“Here she comes,” said Cobra.

The dirt shuffled and ran down the side of the mound, a miniature landslide. Finally, a gloved hand emerged. Then an arm. A dirty, dusty head, crowned in a cowboy hat, burst from the pile, coughing.

“Well, butter my biscuits, if it ain’t The Cheat, just in time for dinner,” said Slim, hands on his hips.

My mom, who was now a dirt-covered cowboy named The Cheat, clicked his boots together to dislodge some stones from his spurs.

“Howdy. Miss me, fellas?” The Cheat rasped, spitting pebbles into the fire.

“Mom?” I said. The Cheat looked me over.

“They call me Vernon ‘The Cheat’ Maddox now,” my mom said.

“Why Maddox?” I asked. “Mom, what was wrong with Nguyen?”

“Ain’t a cowboy name,” said Mom.

“A cowboy can’t be Vietnamese?”

“Listen, kid,” said The Cheat, clapping me on the arm. “I’ve had a long day, and to be frank, I can’t abide a city slicker like you before I get my brew. Gotta fill up on beans n’ coffee or I’ll be skinner than a jazz skeleton in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

I watched my mom walk away toward the fire, greeting the other cowboys like old friends.

“It’s like she didn’t even recognize me,” I said, broken.

Smokes patted me on the shoulder.

“That ain’t your mother no more, pardner,” he said. “Same as I ain’t Darryl Choi.” “What’s the point of raising people from the dead if they’re not themselves?” I said.

“I reckon you’ve missed the essential theme of the Pet Semetary premise,” Smokes said. “The point is, it’s a curse, not a blessing. To the living, at least. Mister Stephen King said sometimes dead is better. And here in Peabridge, we reckon he was right.”

I heard a metal click. I turned around to see Smokes’ shotgun pointed square at my forehead.

“Whoa,” I said. The cowboys at the fire turned to watch with dim interest, including my own mother. “Darryl, hey, put that away.”

“Dead is better. But you know what’s best? Cowboy,” he said. “Cowboy is the best there is.”

“Best there is,” said the cowpokes around the fire in eerie unison.

“Wait, wait, wait–” there was a bang. My vision filled with red, and then there was nothing. I saw and felt and heard nothing as Smokes watched my limp body fall backwards into the hole. He kicked dirt over me casually. He holstered his weapon. He sat down around the fire, next to the others.

“How many bullets ya got, Smokes?” asked The Cheat through a mouthful of beans.

“Not enough to get him all the way through,” Smokes replied, lighting his pipe. “But enough to get him past Dracula, for sure.”

“That’s the one you gotta watch out for,” The Cheat said. “I’ll stand vigil with ya, pardner.”

“You go home, Maddox, wash that dust off, tend to your herd. Be on the lookout for Edna– word is she’s still at large in places,” Smokes said.

“She’ll come around,” said Slim. “They always do.”

The campfire’s embers rose up to the cloudy, dark sky. Smokes leaned back and tipped his hat low over his eyes.

“This town’s got room for plenty more cowboys,” he said. Around the fire, a dozen pairs of black, gleaming eyes turned toward the Lazarus Mound, waiting.

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hazyaltcare · 10 months ago

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A Yugi Mutou (Yu-Gi-Oh Duel Monsters) kin stimboard with card shuffling, pendulums, and glitter.

✨️ 🃏 ✨️ / ✨️ ⚠️ ✨️ / ✨️ 🃏 ✨️

Mod Haze (🎮Greyson)

#fictionkin #yu gi oh kin #yugioh kin #yu gi oh! duel monsters kin #yugi motou kin #yugi moto kin #yellow #purple #red #gold #pendulum #slime #card shuffling #glitter #stim #gif #stimboard #🎮#mod haze

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merryfortune · 1 month ago

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Snow Angels

Written for 12 Days of Yuri-mas

Dec 26th: Gift Shopping

Title: Snow Angels

Ship: Rainwatershipping | Aqua/Aoi/Miyu

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,018

Warnings: None

Tags: Post-Canon, Polyamory, Fluff

Aqua pondered the time of year with much seriousness and consideration. Hand curled in against her rounded chin, eyes bent deep in thought and glowing as she weighed pros and cons. It was to her understanding that at this time of the year, humans gave each other gifts.

They even went so far, with these gifts, to wrap them in pretty, colourful paper and tie with them with bows. These gifts were then placed under a Christmas Tree or in other hiding spots until just the right time. They gave these gifts to their loved ones and Aqua wanted to do the same for Aoi and Miyu.

It had been a tumultuous past six months.

And a wondrous six months, too. Highs and lows. Aqua had literally died but through the hard work and determination of Blue Maiden coupled with her allies like Playmaker and Ghost Girl, she was able to aid in the return of all the Ignis.

Miyu, meanwhile, had come out of coma, hale and hearty as ever, and to the dream come true of reuniting with her most precious childhood friend. Aoi at her bedside, a bouquet of flowers, tears running down her cheeks as they hugged for the first time in ten years… It was very emotional.

Aoi informed Miyu of everything that had evaded her grasp as someone who tried to knuckle down, go back to school, pretend everything was normal because that’s what her parents had wanted from her. Armed with such knowledge of the Lost Incident, of how it intertwined with occurrences such as the Ignis, the Tower of Hanoi, and the Neuron Network, Miyu did her best to cheer from the sidelines until that special day when she was finally able to meet Aqua.

That, too, had been a day of many emotions. Most of them were bittersweet. Resurrection and missed connection were such tragic circumstances to meet under, it would seem. Aqua felt she had failed to protect Miyu but Miyu was gladdened that her suffering as a child had resulted in such a veracious and kind-hearted Ignis who embodied integrity. She accepted Aqua without qualm, held her dear - and Aoi too.

All three couldn’t help but think, this was how it was meant to be. Aoi had inspired Miyu’s resilience, Miyu’s resilience had crystallized into the form of the Water Ignis, and now Aoi was inspired by Aqua to reconnect with Miyu. From here on out they were all partners, blurring the duality of Ignis and Origin that the others of Aqua’s kin had with their humans.

After that, the remaining months brought much normalcy. Amazingly, enough. Aoi and Miyu were able to go back to school, not having to worry about the fate of humanity or the destruction of the city. Aqua was able to rebuild the Cyberse World with her fellow Ignis. Then, in between assignments and construction, they spent time together, went on dates and shared meals and beds and whatever else that those in love did.

Hence culminating in Aqua’s conundrum. She wanted to get both Aoi and Miyu some gifts to celebrate all which had transpired the last six months - and wish them well into the New Year, for many more happy memories to come. But every thought, she dismissed for one reason or another. She had no currency to which to buy a gift, and twee things like flower bouquets weren’t exactly special so there was no point gathering one up. She could gift their decks new Cyberse cards to support the Marincess archetype but surely that was gauche.

Around her, as Aqua enmeshed herself in these endless thoughts, the Cyberse World was a peaceful haven. A Datastorm swirled innocuously in the distance. Rivers rushes, brooks babbled, and creeks trickled, making for a harmony of water-based sounds. Seaweed and other underwater grasses bent and swayed in the currents. The blue sky overhead was calm and cloudless.

It felt good to be immersed in her element and, more importantly, her home. Her heart was soothed by the recreation and the hope that it embodied as they remade, for better this time. Or so she steadfastly believed, sharpened by determination to keep it safe this time.

Amid her reverie, as she enjoyed her environment, Aqua wished she could let Aoi and Miyu experience such serenity.

Wait, that was it!

Aqua felt so silly for not having this realisation sooner. She couldn’t give a material good but she could give an ephemeral one. An experience, as it were, and research did point to say that memories were cherished more than clutter so Aqua took inspiration from her reverie.

She would gift Aoi and Miyu the only thing she could, a welcome into her personal paradise. A place that humans had only desecrated thus far but she knew that she could trust her beloved partners with this place and an experience of it.

So, Aqua put herself to work and began some preparations. She thought - or perhaps more accurately, worried - that a visitation to her realm within the Cyberse World would be dull if it wasn’t dressed up at least a little bit. Luckily, Aqua had an additional idea which would make for a beautiful decoration that could melt away at a later date.

Once satisfied with her work, all that was to invite Aoi and Miyu over. She waited a day or so, to confirm that she truly was ready to have her guests before bringing it up during another of their hangouts backdropped against the clear, weekend afternoon at Aoi’s.

“For a small celebration of our time together,” Aqua began, nervous, “I would like to invite you to my humble abode in the Cyberse World. If you would like.”

“Are you sure?” Aoi gasped.

“This sounds so fun, I can’t wait.” Miyu exclaimed with a grin.

“Yes, I’m sure and I hope you both enjoy.” Aqua replied demurely.

“Right now?” Miyu asked.

“If that suits.” Aqua said.

“Then we would love to, Aqua.” Aoi smiled.

The three of them shifted around, set up again as hanging out and lazing around Aoi’s room was markedly different to a plunge into the digital world. Miyu readied her Duel Disc, Aqua joined them and then it was just a singular chant away. With some complications here and there.

The Cyberse World was hidden away, sequestered to a blip that could not be accessed without the assistance of an Ignis - or an intense understanding of Ignis Code. It took some rigamarole to squeeze out of the confines of the Link VRAINS and into what was essentially a cosmic ether but Blue Maiden and Miyu were able to travel it just fine with Aqua, in her Abomination Form, holding their hands before a second transformation to enter.

Given that Revolver’s anonymity had been as much of his weapon as his Cracking Dragon, the Ignis had decided that the second-coming of the Cyberse World would have a mechanism to nullify Link VRAINS avatars. So, Aoi became Aoi again and Miyu was dressed in her ordinary clothes, too.

Which would prove quite incongruent as they stepped not into the Cyberse World they had built up in their minds, into Narnia instead.

“Do you like it?” Aqua asked, her voice a whisper as she returned to a more jelly bean-like form and size.

Aoi and Miyu marvelled at the winterland wonderland that they had stepped into. Their delighted smiles gave way to visible puffs of fog from their breath as they admired the surroundings. Though it was cold on the outside, in the real and human world, their layers seemed insufficient for how the forest was blanketed with snow.

The snow around them was sparkling, pristine and pure. It covered fir trees and the sandy banks of the river. The river was mostly untouched by ice but the snow appeared to enhance the clear blue of the water that flowed swiftly through it. And all of the scene was made yet more surreal by size.

Aoi and Miyu were almost giants in this miniature world which was scaled for the relatively tiny bodies of the Ignis. That, too, an element that they were enjoying as part of a memory to etch into their hearts. They were full with awe and honour as they stepped carefully through the snow covered grass.

“This is not usually what my domain within the Cyberse World looks like,” Aqua began to explain, “but it occurred to me, as it rarely snows in Den City due to being on the sea, I thought a snow day would be an appropriate gift for this time of year. Do you like it?”

“Like it…?” Aoi breathed in disbelief.

“We love it!” Miyu squealed to finish her girlfriend’s sentence.

“I’m glad.” Aqua replied.

She hovered and swirled around them, free as a sugar plum fairy in her glee. Aqua couldn’t have looked cuter to either Aoi or Miyu as she was so happy to have her partners here with her. She twirled and giggled, neither Aoi nor Miyu had ever seen Aqua quite so happy as right now wherein she could share all her favourite things about her domain within the Cyberse World with them.

She guided them through the forest, past the river and over frosted creeks, explaining how she had generated the snow down to the last flake of it. It was all her design, her art, and Aoi and Miyu listened intently as they trod with care across Aqua’s hard work.

After an hour of exploring, the trio circled back around to where Aoi and Miyu had arrived. Their footprints were deep and had sunk into the snow.

“Well, there you have it.” Aqua said. “Thank you for indulging this gift of mine.” She held her hands and bowed.

“Aw, nonsense, this was really special thank you for having us.” Miyu assured Aqua.

She reached out and caressed the side of Aqua’s small, round face with her index finger. Miyu smiled and Aoi nodded encouragingly.

“I want to stay a little longer.” Aoi confessed. “I want to enjoy the snow a little bit longer.”

She sat down and patted the snow. It was cold but it also wasn’t real. The illusion of it being cold, the zenith of winter, was enough to make their skin prickle and bottoms cold but once settled, it was fine. Miyu plopped down next to Aoi and Aqua came closer.

With the flick of her hands, like a conductor in an orchestra, Aqua generated more snow to fill in the footprints. Aoi and Miyu watched as it fell not from a cloud but from thin air. It was breath-taking in its beauty, each flake an individual crafted by Aqua.

Aoi caught one on her fingertip and admired it. Even if it made the pad of her fingertip ruddy. She gave it a blown kiss to allow it to leave. It danced through the air and then settled somewhere amid the rest of the snow.

Miyu, meanwhile, flopped down. She sank into the snow with a smile.

“Join me!” Miyu demanded playfully. “Let’s make snow angels.”

Faced out to the sky, arms and legs outspread in the snow, Miyu began going through the motions of making a snow angel. Aoi watched, giggled, and decided to do the same. Aqua watched, a little confused, but the way humans played and enjoyed the world…

It was slightly further out of the bounds the Ignis were meant to understand the world, Aqua figured. So, with her eyes glittering and squishing into an Ignis smile, Aqua did the same. She descended and placed herself in between Aoi and Miyu’s heads.

It was cold but it was lots of fun, too. Snow got in their hair or smeared across the backs of their necks. But it was fun to make the flurrying motion that left the impression of an angel within the snow. Aqua was just relieved - and over the moon - that Aoi and Miyu loved her gift of experience so much. She, too, wanted to stay a little bit longer like this with them in the snow.

#12 days of yurimas #femslash #yugioh vrains #vrains #yugioh #zaizen aoi #sugisaki miyu #aqua (vrains)#rainwatershipping #writing tag #snow angels

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fairytalefragments · 2 years ago

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♚ | DARK MAGICIAN & YAMI YUGI

— stimboard with cards and liquid glitter stims for anonymous ; x x x / x x / x x x

#dark magician kin #yami yugi kin #yugioh kin #yu gi oh kin #stimboard #chapter complete #//#drinks #food #🃏 anon

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ghommytommytime · 1 year ago

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Hi there I hope this request is okay! Please may I request names for Shingo Sawatari from Yu-Gi-Oh? Preferably masc please. Thank you very much in advance! ^^

SSUEER THING BOSS MAN o7

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paintedmage · 3 months ago

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Refs for the Yu-Gi-Oh Warriors AU! We currently have:

Dragonfang(Seto Kaiba): A brown and cream tom with blue eyes, spotted legs, and a striped tail. Cold, calculating, but deep down, his heart is in the right place. He's deeply protective of his little brother Nightfeather(Mokuba), the last of his family, and one day, while on patrol, he meets two cats at the barn on WindClan's border that will change his life forever, as well as change his Clan. He's constantly butting heads with Hayhound(Joey), and has a deep dislike and disgust for Bravewish, the WindClan deputy who thinks pureblood is the only blood that should flow through WindClan and throws himself at any cat outside of their Clan. Dragonfang believes he would make a MUCH better deputy, despite his emotional detachment from most cats. He knows that Bravewish will lead them to bloodshed and war, and he longs for peace and prosperity for all cats, inside the Clans AND out.

Pharaoh(Atem): A massive, brown spangled and cream intersex tomcat with startling purple eyes. Extremely fluffy, with black and red ears and golden fur over his brow and cheeks. He and his little brother Prince were brought to the barn by Twolegs. Prince was only 4 moons old when they arrived at the barn, so Pharaoh is protective of his only sibling. Pharaoh is aware of the cats who live on the moors beyond the barn, and often catches the rabbits that cross the border and brings them to WindClan. It wasn't readily accepted by most in the Clan in the beginning, but when Pharaoh then began bringing them the herbs from the Twolegs' garden that the medicine cat Featherwing struggled to gather on her own, stating he did not wish for any cat to suffer or struggle for survival, WindClan decided it was in their best interests to accept Pharaoh as their ally. However, it seems Pharaoh is drawn to one cat in particular...Dragonfang. However, Pharaoh harbors a secret that might change how cats see him, that being his body, and he can only hope WindClan...and Dragonfang, don't see him any differently when the secret eventually comes to light.

Prince(Yugi Muto), later known as Brightshine: A small, pale brown spangled and cream tom with black and purple ears, a small mane, and purple eyes. Like Pharaoh, he has golden fur over his brow and cheeks. Prince is an anxious, but sweet young cat, but struggling with breaking out of his shy little shell. However, as a kit, having just arrived on the farm with Pharaoh, he meets a WindClan patrol composed of Hayhound, Bravewish, Moonstar, Dragonfang, and Nightpaw(later Nightfeather). The majority of the patrol realize Prince is still a kit, Moonstar included, however Bravewish is hostile, as Prince is considered a loner. However, before Bravewish can harm Prince, Pharaoh barrels in out of nowhere, twice the size of the WindClan cats, as big as Moonstar.(His and Prince's mother was a Maine Coon, and Pharaoh just happened to get her size and fluff, while Yugi is small like their father and grandfather) Pharaoh warns them not to lay a claw on his baby brother, and Bravewish tries to instigate a fight. Dragonfang intervenes, telling the deuputy that this cat is only trying to protect his kin, like Dragonfang does with Nightpaw. Hayhound even agrees with his rival, saying Bravewish was picking a fight that would end badly for him. Moonstar finally intervenes, reprimanding his deputy quite harshly and apologizing to Pharaoh, and especially little Prince. Prince however, is in awe of Moonstar's power and his kindness to all, and later tells Pharaoh that when he grows up, he wants to be just like Moonstar! He and Pharaoh later join the Clan with the help of Dragonfang, and Prince undergoes warrior training as Brightpaw, mentored by Moonstar, and later earns the warrior name of Brightshine.

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