#dark phantom brigade

[coffeelasagna]

My OCs! They're Miriam, Mary and Mireia, a trio of secret agents who work in the DPB, Europe's most prestigious secret agency

[jasposeyblog]

My commission of Phantom Stranger and Doctor Strange sketch cover by Erik Fidel

[demensrage]

j for just make me a mess ⚊ • . with chrollo lucilfer

summary: after a successful robbery, the leader of the phantom troupe must reward his wife for having been the essential key to the success of the organization, what better reward than submitting to her.

cw: established relationship, switch!reader, switch!chrollo, nipple play, slight orgasm denial, face riding, choking kink.

word count: 6k

© demensrage 2024. do not plagiarize, copy, repost, feed to ai, or translate my works to any other platforms.

You had been essential to the success of the Phantom Troupe last heist, so much so that the atmosphere in that mansion, now their new hideout, overflowed with euphoria and celebration. The expensive crystal chandeliers and fine paintings adorned the space like a perfect reflection of the success achieved, and every corner of the house seemed to whisper temptations of power and conquest.

Being with the leader granted you more than privileges; you were untouchable, and the other members knew it well. It took just a suggestive glance and a mischievous smile for Chrollo, always accommodating when it came to your whims, to grant you ownership of that opulent loot.

Chrollo's eyes watched you, intense and dark, as if he sensed that your desire for material things was merely an extension of the deeper, darker desires he himself awakened in you. In a slow movement, you approached the central chandelier, brushing the tips of your fingers against the crystals reflecting the flickering lights. You knew he was smiling behind you, delighted by how you immersed yourself in luxury, possessing it as if it had belonged to you forever.

"Everything you desire is yours," Chrollo whispered, and his words were more than a mere statement. They were a promise, a sweet threat, an inevitable decree that in that mansion, just like in your life, he wanted you as captive to his desires as you were to your own.

You turned to look at him, the air between you charged with electrifying tension. His gaze focused on your skin, where the spider tattoo began on your shoulder, its legs extending elegantly toward your neck, a symbol of loyalty and connection. The number zero was more than just a design; it was an emblem you shared with him, a mark of belonging that bound you to Chrollo in a profound and unique way.

He smiled, his expression reflecting both pride and desire. "You are part of the Brigade," he said, his voice soft yet firm, "like me. Always."

The heat of his gaze enveloped you, and in that moment, you understood that the tattoo represented not just your connection to him, but also to the power you both possessed. It was a reminder that, although you were his wife, you were also a force to be reckoned with.

You leaned closer, brushing your fingers across his chest, challenging his personal space, a game you both knew well. "And you, my love," you replied in a seductive tone, "are the one who makes this spider feel so alive."

Chrollo's smile widened, and a spark of approval shone in his eyes. He knew you were not just his wife; you were his equal, and together, nothing in this world could stop you.

You took his hand, pulling him toward the main room with an air of determination and mischief. Chrollo followed obediently, the trust between you palpable in every step you took. As you crossed the threshold, you closed the door behind you, and before he could utter a word, you kissed him fervently.

Your lips met his in a voracious movement, a clash of desires igniting the spark between you. You knew you had plans for that night; the thought of taking advantage of him made you smile internally. Each encounter was a seductive dance, a mutual surrender where he always seemed to lose himself in you, but this time was different.

The intensity of his kiss made you forget the outside world. Chrollo held you firmly, his hands exploring every inch of your body as if he wanted to etch your form into his memory. Yet, there was always something in the air, a challenge, a silent promise that this night would be special.

It was hard to recall a moment when he hadn't left you sprawled on the bed, feeling completely overwhelmed by pleasure. The moans and whispers became a private symphony between you, a language that only the two of you understood. In that instant, you wished time would stand still, that every second would stretch as you explored the limits of your connection, each kiss and caress more intense than the last.

With a mischievous smile, you pulled away slightly, looking into his eyes, challenging him to take you to a new level of delight, knowing that no matter how many times he made you feel this way, there was always more to discover together.

"Tonight, I lead," you whispered against his ear, letting your words slide like a gentle provocation. The warmth of your breath sent a shiver down his spine, and Chrollo stood still, anticipating what was to come.

You moved closer, leaving a trail of kisses and soft bites along his jawline, feeling how his skin reacted to each caress. As you descended toward his neck, you reveled in the taste of his skin, enjoying the contrast between his firmness and the softness of your lips. The way his breathing grew heavier told you that every move you made excited him, and that only increased your confidence.

Chrollo, always so controlled, now allowed himself to be swept away by your dominance, like a warrior surrendering to his conqueror. You knew this night was yours, and that filled you with power. Every kiss and bite you left on his skin was a reminder of your victory, a small trophy for allowing the Troupe to succeed in its last heist.

You gripped the headboard of the bed as you moved your hips in a hypnotic rhythm, feeling the tension in the air. Chrollo was completely at your mercy, his face between your thighs, and he couldn’t help but lose himself in the delight you offered him. Every movement of yours plunged him into a maelstrom of repressed desires, and the way you rode him left him eager, wishing he could touch you, but he was restricted by the restraints you had placed on his hands.

You knew he was trying to suppress his strength, controlling himself so he wouldn’t break the restraints and drag you into a fight where you both knew you would lose control. But that was precisely what you were after: to have him completely at your disposal, allowing him to enjoy you without the ability to influence the game.

The pressure of his breath on your skin sent shivers down your spine, and every time you moved your hips, his mouth moved in a desperate attempt to get closer to you, as if he wanted to devour you. “You can only eat me,” you reminded him, smirking as you looked into his eyes, bright with desire.

His gaze answered you with a mix of defiance and surrender, an eloquent silence that said he was willing to accept any conditions you imposed on him. Chrollo was a master in the art of patience, but tonight, being restrained and subdued by your will, it was as if he was on the verge of exploding, the tension building between you palpably electric.

With every move you made, every back and forth, you knew you were pushing him to the edge. And as he gave himself over to the pleasure of just being able to kiss you, lick you, and devour you with his gaze, you felt in control, a power that fueled both your desire and his.

Chrollo sucked hard, his lips wrapped around your clit, reveling in the moans that escaped your lips. Every sound you made became his driving force, pushing him to give you the pleasure you so desperately needed and that he so desired. You let yourself go, feeling the tension building in your abdomen, a torrent of sensations threatening to overflow.

With one hand, you brought your palm to his hair, squeezing it tightly, directing his attention to what made you most enjoy it. He responded to your touch with renewed intensity, knowing that each tug was a silent command, a warning that he should intensify his devotion to you.

“Be a good husband and make me come,” you commanded, the tone of your voice a mix of authority and desire. You continued to rock your hips back and forth, creating a rhythm that made him work harder. You knew you were keeping him on the edge of madness; his dedication and surrender were unwavering.

Chrollo threw himself into the task, his lips and tongue exploring every corner, every fiber of your being, searching for that response you desired. His eyes lifted to you, and in them was a mix of admiration and need, a reflection of the desire you shared. You liked the control you had over him, and the way his body reacted to your every move gave you a satisfaction you couldn’t ignore.

The waves of pleasure began to intensify, and the outside world faded away, leaving only the heat of his mouth and your growing desire. With every lick, every suck, you came closer to climax, the echo of your moans intertwining with Chrollo’s desperation to please you. You knew that, tonight, you would be the one to take both of them to new heights.

You pressed your thighs against his face as you orgasmed, a torrent of sensations that tore through you like lightning. The moans that had previously escaped your lips transformed into a scream of pleasure that filled the room, echoing off the walls as your climax consumed you completely.

Chrollo, trapped between your legs, showed no intention of backing down. His tongue and lips worked tirelessly, taking you further than you thought possible. The pressure of your thighs on his face was a mix of control and surrender, and as the wave of pleasure swept you away, his breathing became deeper, almost as if he too was reaching a point of no return.

The intensity of the moment engulfed you, and every contraction of your body was a sign that you were nearing the end, a point where pleasure and release came together in an explosion of ecstasy. Chrollo, feeling your body respond to his ministrations, intensified his movements, his devotion evident in every caress, every suck, as if he was determined to take you even further.

Finally, as the climax reached its peak, you felt your entire being fill with overflowing euphoria, your mind clouded by the intensity of the moment. You closed your eyes and let yourself fall, clinging to his hair tighter as the spasms of pleasure took hold of you. As the wave of pleasure began to dissipate, you opened your eyes to find Chrollo’s intense gaze fixed on you, a mix of satisfaction and longing in his expression.

You lowered yourself from his mouth, crawling up his body and capturing his mouth in an effervescent kiss that ignited the spark of passion again. The intensity of his lips on yours caused a moan to escape your throat, a sound that spoke of how much you wanted him. Chrollo clenched the fabric of the bed tightly, fighting the urge to break the bonds that kept him restrained.

You tasted yourself on his mouth, letting the mix of saliva and desire flow between you, an exchange that only increased the tension between the two of you. “If you break the ropes, there’s no sex for you,” you threatened him, a glint of mischief in your eyes as you took his cock in your hands. The pressure you exerted brought him some relief, and his breathing became deeper, his desire palpable in the air.

Chrollo looked at you, the internal struggle reflected in his eyes. The promise of pleasure and the threat of deprivation intertwined in a game that only the two of you could understand. His body tensed under your touch, and you could feel his desire rising, eager for release, but also eager to play along.

“You are a dangerous woman,” he said in a low whisper, a crooked smile playing on his lips. But there was a glint in his gaze, one that showed he was more than willing to obey your commands, to give himself over completely to whatever you decided.

With a gentle movement, you decided to increase the tension between you. You pulled back slightly, holding his hardness in your hands, and looked into his eyes, daring him to resist. “Are you going to behave, or should I make this even harder for you?”

You moved your hands up and down in a cruelly slow manner, enjoying every passing second as you watched Chrollo’s internal struggle. The way his body responded to your touch, tense and eager, was a delight that only increased your desire to control him.

“Are you going to behave?” you asked, letting the tension in the air grow. His eyes, dark and deep, shone with a mix of desire and frustration as he tried to maintain his composure. You could feel the need in his gaze, the longing to break free from the bonds that kept him restrained.

Chrollo inhaled deeply, trying to control his breathing. “You know I can’t resist,” he admitted, his voice a low whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. The sincerity of his words echoed in the air, and it made you smile. You knew he was caught between the desire to obey you and the need to take control.

With every movement, your hands sliding slowly and deliberately, you kept him on the edge of desperation. You could see his body twitch, how he struggled not to break the ropes that held him at your mercy. It was a dangerous game, one you both enjoyed, where every touch was a promise of what was to come, and every whisper, a challenge to his self-control.

“Give me a reason to keep going like this,” you challenged, the sweetness of your voice contrasting with the intensity of the moment. The answer you sought was written in his expression, in the way his breathing quickened and his body moved towards you, seeking more of you. But you wanted him to say it, to give himself over completely to your will.

Chrollo bit his lip, desire and frustration clearly visible on his face. “You’re the reason,” he said, his voice a murmur laden with intensity. “There’s nothing I want more than you right now.”

That answer made you smile, a flash of satisfaction crossing your face. You knew you had touched his weak spot, and that knowledge only increased your power over him. You moved your hands once more, slowly moving up to his base and stopping just before he climaxed. The way his body reacted, trembling and yearning, gave you a feeling of dominance you couldn’t ignore.

“So what will you do to prove it?” you asked, leaning in close to whisper those words directly into his ear. The closeness allowed you to bask in his warmth, in the scent emanating from his skin, while keeping him on the edge of desperation.

“I’ll do anything,” Chrollo replied, his eyes locked on yours, full of determination. “But I need more than this. I need you to let me take you.”

“Is that all? Just a little petting and that’s it?” The mockery in your voice made him frown, but it also gave him a new surge of defiance. You knew he wanted more, and you intended to keep him in this power game. “Come on, show me how you’re capable of being a good husband. I want to see that dedication.”

You moved your hands once more, faster this time, eliciting an immediate response from his body. His breathing became more erratic, and you could feel the tension building in the air between you. Chrollo bit his lip, his eyes closed for a moment as he tried to control the surge of pleasure that washed over him.

“You’re cruel,” he said, voice cracking, though his tone was not one of reproach, but acceptance. “But I will. I promise that when you release me, I will take you to the limits of what we can achieve together.”

The promise in his words was an echo of your own desire, and it only made the anticipation grow in your chest. “Then, you’ll just have to be patient,” you replied, leaning in to kiss him once more, letting the chemistry between you intensify. “Tonight, you are my plaything, and I will decide when you will be released.”

You stopped your movements, slowly moving down to kiss his neck, leaving a mark of your possession with a small bite that made a shiver run through his body. The way he reacted to your touch made you smile; You knew he had the willpower of a leader, but in those moments, he was completely at your mercy.

You continued your descent, leaving a trail of hot kisses down his torso, enjoying the taste of his skin and the heat emanating from him. Reaching one of his nipples, you took it into your mouth with a mix of sweetness and ferocity, alternating between sucking and small bites.

Chrollo let out a moan, his body arching slightly towards you, seeking more of the attention you were giving him. His reaction turned you on even more, and the way your movements were connected to his pleasure made you feel powerful and desired. You could see how he struggled to contain himself, his jaw clenched and his gaze fixed on you, unable to take his eyes off what you were doing.

“So this is what you want, is it?” you whispered in a playful tone, as you kept his nipple between your lips, playing with it. The smile that formed on your face only intensified the need in his eyes.

“You are insatiable,” Chrollo replied, his voice cracking as he tried to control his desire. “But this is only the beginning. You can’t leave me like this.”

“Of course I can,” you replied, letting out a soft laugh as your eyes sparkled with mischief. The confidence in your voice was a challenge, a provocation that goaded him into reacting. You knew he was on edge, wanting you to push him past his limit, but you also enjoyed the control you had at the moment.

You lowered your gaze, enjoying the effect you had on him. “If you want me to continue, you’ll have to make an effort,” you said, moving back to his torso, letting your lips explore him with devotion. Each kiss a reminder of what he could get if he met your expectations, as you continued to play with his desire.

“What would you like me to do?” Chrollo asked, his voice low and heavy with need. You could see frustration starting to mix with his desire, and it only increased your satisfaction. “Tell me, and I’ll do whatever you ask.”

You laughed softly, enjoying his surrender. “No, love. Tonight you’re just going to receive,” you told him, looking into his eyes with an intensity that made it clear that your decisions were the ones that ruled. “I want you to focus on what you feel. No interruptions, no complaints. Just you and me.”

With that message clear, you began to leave a series of wet kisses down his abdomen, working your way down with deliberate intent. Your tongue drew patterns on his skin, tasting every part of him as you continued to enjoy complete control over his pleasure. Chrollo, who had been so confident and dominant before, was now completely at your mercy, and the revelation of his vulnerability only intensified the desire you felt for him.

“Get ready,” you murmured, before continuing to move down, enjoying the lead up to what was to come, each move a step further in the game you two had begun.

You took him in your hands once more, feeling the warmth of his skin against your fingers. With a playful movement, you left a small kitten lick over the tip, enjoying the way his body instantly reacted. His eyes widened, and a mix of surprise and desire flashed in them as you looked up at him with a mischievous expression.

“You like this?” You asked softly, your gaze locked on his. You knew he was desperate for more, and this moment of torture only served to intensify his need. The way he struggled to stay in control, how his breathing became more labored, was music to your ears.

Every soft lick you gave, every little touch you made was designed to prolong his pleasure and make him even more eager. You knew exactly how to play your cards, and seeing the frustration on his face only heightened your excitement.

“Just a little more,” you whispered, as you leaned a little closer, your lips caressing his skin gently. You could see how his body responded to every movement, desire building as you kept him right on the edge. “Just a little patience and I promise I’ll reward you.”

Your intention was to make him feel what it meant to be your plaything, and the power you had over him only made everything more electrifying. Chrollo tried to control himself, but you knew that every second that passed brought him closer to a point of no return. With a smile on your face, you prepared to continue your little torture, enjoying the way you drove him to the edge of madness.

He moved his hips desperately, trying to get deeper into your mouth, but you refused, pulling away with a nimble, playful movement. His frustration was palpable, his body tense and eager for what he couldn’t reach. The way his eyes burned with desire only added to your satisfaction, and you couldn’t help but smile as you watched him struggle with his own impatience.

“Do you want more?” you asked, leaning into him with a seductive tone of voice, letting the tension fill the air between you. “Then you’ll have to earn it.” The tease in your words was intentional, a challenge that only accentuated his desire for you.

You played with him again, your hands making gentle movements, but keeping the same distance as before. You could feel his breathing becoming more and more erratic, his body seeking the sense of relief you had the control to give him.

“There’s no rush, love. I want you to truly feel every moment.” The frustration on his face grew even more intense, but there was also a glint of admiration in his gaze, an acceptance of your dominance. “You’re cruel,” he said, his voice a whisper filled with desire. But the mix of frustration and desire only fueled the fire between you, and you enjoyed every second of that game.

With a mischievous smile, you moved a little closer, letting your lips caress his skin without committing. “Cruel? Maybe. But it’s a game we both enjoy.” With that line, you held your ground, allowing him to experience the desperation of his desire as you decided how much more you could take.

You decided to keep teasing him, keep teasing him. You moved your hands a little faster, feeling the tension build with each movement. You ground his hips into the bed, the feeling of his body responding to your touch filling you with power.

Chrollo began to moan, a deep, needy sound that echoed through the room. “God, please…” he gasped, his voice heavy with desperation. He pulled at the ropes that bound him, as if that would free him from the storm of pleasure you were providing him. Every moan was a reminder of your control over him, and the pride you felt in hearing it was indescribable.

“So you like this?” you asked, your voice a soft murmur that mingled with his moans. “Don’t worry, baby. I promise it’s just the beginning.” You watched as his body squirmed, searching for that moment of connection you kept just out of reach.

“Ahhh! No… don’t stop,” Chrollo exclaimed, his breathing becoming more labored. Every word that left his lips was an echo of his desire, and your heart filled with satisfaction. “I can’t take it…”

“Can’t take it? Do you like being my toy?” you asked with a smile, intensifying your movements as you looked into his eyes, enjoying the battle he fought between pleasure and the need to release himself.

“Yes! I’m yours… Just do it…” His voice was a whisper filled with surrender, and each word only reinforced the control you had over him. You knew you were driving him to the edge, and it filled you with an indescribable pride.

Chrollo continued to moan, each sound a testament to his surrender to you, as you kept your steady pace, enjoying the pleasure you shared in this power play.

“If only others saw you like this,” you said in a teasing tone, clicking your tongue in denial as you moved your hands faster. The pressure you exerted was delicious, a perfect blend of pleasure that you knew he loved.

“What would they say about you? Your little slut of a wife,” you added with a mischievous smile, enjoying how those words echoed in his mind. The way his eyes briefly closed, as if just thinking about it intensified his desire, only increased your satisfaction.

“Don’t say that!” Chrollo replied, though his voice was filled with pleasure, a contrast that made it clear that those words excited him. “I'm not… I'm not a slut…” But each sentence faded into a moan that made clear otherwise.

“You're not? Of course you are, baby,” you told him, as your movements became more intense, enjoying the control you had over him. “You're my slut, and I love it. Watching you like this, completely at my mercy… it's a beautiful sight.”

He moaned in response, his hips involuntarily moving towards you, seeking deeper contact. “Ahh, no… I can't…” The struggle between his pride and his desire was palpable, and watching him slowly give in filled you with deep satisfaction.

“Just let yourself go, love. No one has to know. You're mine tonight, and I promise I'll make you feel amazing,” you whispered, as you continued to play with him, enjoying the moment and the power you held in your hands.

With your other free hand, you began to massage his heavy balls, feeling them quiver under your expert touch. You knew he was close; the sheen of the tip with precum alone made your mouth water. Anticipation filled the air as you leaned into him, reveling in the power you held at that moment.

You took a tentative lick, tasting the sweetness of desire emanating from him. “Are you close, my love?” you asked, your voice soft and teasing. The way his eyes widened, filled with a mix of desire and desperation, only added to your arousal.

“Yes! God, yes!” Chrollo exclaimed, his voice cracking with the intensity of the pleasure. Every word that left his lips was an echo of his need, and you enjoyed the spectacle he put on. The struggle to maintain control was on the verge of crumbling, and the sight filled you with satisfaction.

“Do you want me to let you go?” you asked, increasing the pressure of your hands, enjoying the way his body writhed before you. “Or would you rather I keep you on the edge a little longer…”

“Please… no… I can’t… hold on any longer,” he panted, the need palpable in his voice. His body arched, seeking the release you had the power to give or deny him. And in that instant, you decided you wanted to enjoy a little more of his agony, of his total surrender.

“Oh, that’s too bad,” you said with mock sorrow, pulling your hands away from him. The expression on his face turned from desire to confusion, and frustration began to take over his gaze. The way his body tensed, eager for your touch, only increased your amusement.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Don’t you like to play?” you asked in a playful tone, enjoying the way he moved his hips, trying to get closer to you again. The image of his desperation was a delight, and the power you had over him filled you with satisfaction.

“Please don’t leave me like this…” Chrollo pleaded, his voice cracking. His words were a song to your ego, and watching him squirm at your decision only increased your desire to keep him in that state of pleasurable agony.

“Maybe if you were a good husband and didn’t pull the strings…” you suggested, looking at his face with a mix of tenderness and defiance. “Maybe you could have what you so desire.”

He sighed, frustrated but still filled with desire. “I’ll do whatever you want… just don’t leave me like this.” His words were a plea, and you knew he had to give in to your will.

“So, tell me how much you want me, and maybe I’ll reconsider,” you challenged, enjoying the tension in the air, every second a mix of shared control and desire.

Chrollo looked at you, frustration and desire warring in his eyes. “I want you… I want you more than you can imagine,” he admitted, his voice shaking with need. The sincerity in his words was palpable, and you couldn’t help but smirk.

“Really? More than you want to release?” you asked, enjoying the game. The tension in the room was almost electric, and you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

“Yes, please… I’m willing to do whatever you want,” he pleaded, his body still trembling with the promise of the pleasure you had initiated.

“Perfect,” you said, moving back towards him, your hands seeking his skin. You began to massage his thighs, leaving a trail of kisses along his body, slowly moving closer to his center. “Because only you know what I want, don’t you?”

His eyes closed as he enjoyed your touch, and Chrollo let out a low moan. “Yes… yes I do. But… please… don’t leave me like this again,” he begged, the desperation clearly evident in his tone.

“It’s okay, baby,” you whispered, enjoying his vulnerability. “I’ll give you what you want, but first you must show me how grateful you are for it.” And so, you began to play again, your hands moving with the same slowness he had experienced before, enjoying every little moan that left his mouth.

“You’re a fucking demon,” Chrollo said, laughing through the gasps, as your touch began to intensify again. “I can’t believe you’re enjoying this.”

You looked into his eyes as you sat on top of him, feeling his body react to your touch. “You’ve already enjoyed yourself too much, my love; now it’s my turn,” you said with a mischievous smile, feeling the anticipation build between the two of you.

Gently, you began to slide down his length, enjoying the sensation that filled you as you settled in. The mix of pleasure and power enveloped you, and a moan of satisfaction escaped your lips as you felt him completely inside you. It was a perfect moment, the balance between the desired and the forbidden.

Chrollo closed his eyes, his head thrown back as he enjoyed the feeling of you moving on top of him. “God… you’re amazing,” he murmured, but it wasn’t enough; you wanted more.

You began to move up and down, setting a steady rhythm that allowed you to enjoy every inch of him. The friction was intoxicating, and you felt his every movement sync with yours, creating an intimate dance between the two of you.

“Just like that…” you whispered, letting out a moan as your hips moved harder. Waves of pleasure coursed through your body, and you clung to his chest as you increased your speed. Chrollo looked at you with a mix of adoration and need, his dark eyes fixed on you.

“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice husky as he gave himself over completely to the pleasure you were giving him. Each of his moans urged you on, to lose yourself in the moment. “Don’t stop…”

With a soft laugh, you moved harder, taking advantage of his submission and enjoying the feeling of control. “I have no intention of doing so, love,” you replied, letting the pleasure take over you.

Your hips moved faster, the need for both of you reaching a climax that seemed inevitable. With one of your hands, you found your way to his throat, squeezing lightly. The way his eyes widened, surprised but pleased, made you smile.

“You like it like this, baby?” you asked in a soft voice, as the pressure increased, keeping him on the edge of euphoria. Chrollo nodded, unable to form words, his ragged breathing telling you everything you needed to know.

The mix of pleasure and control filled you with euphoria, and as your movements became more intense, you felt his body react to every caress. “You’re mine,” you said in a possessive tone, enjoying his submission.

Chrollo let out a deep moan, his hips thrusting up to meet you. “Give me more… please…” he begged, his eyes fixed on you, filled with desire. The way he gave himself to you, without reservation, only fueled your desire to make him feel better and better.

“You were good for me, so you deserve to cum,” you said with a playful smile, feeling his body respond to your words. The intensity of the connection between you increased as you moved with more fervor, enjoying every second of it.

“Thank you…” Chrollo murmured, his voice shaking as you held him a little tighter on your throat. You could feel the pressure building inside him, and his surrender filled you with pride.

“Focus on the pleasure,” you ordered softly, increasing the speed of your movements. “I want you to feel every part of me.” His moans became louder, echoing in the room and fueling your desire to take him to the edge.

As you moved, you could see his body tense, the anticipation on his face only intensifying what you felt. “You’re close already, aren’t you?” you asked, enjoying the control you had over him.

“Yes… I can’t… anymore…” Chrollo admitted, his hips thrusting back into you, seeking that long-awaited climax.

“Then let yourself go, love. I want you to give yourself over completely,” you said in a seductive tone, enjoying the way he gave in to you. One last thrust, and you felt his body shudder, his pleasure erupting in a wave of satisfaction as he came, flooding you with shared sensations.

You could feel the spurts staining your rubbery walls, an intense sensation that made you moan as the pleasure built up inside you. Every pulse of his body, every drop of his release, only fueled your own desire. You moved your hips a little more, chasing your own orgasm, enjoying the connection between your bodies.

“That’s it, baby,” you whispered, squeezing his throat a little more as your movements became more frantic. “Let me feel you, I want all this pleasure to belong to me.” His eyes closed, enjoying the mix of control and desire you shared.

Chrollo moaned, his breathy sounds filling the room as you continued your dance. “Don’t stop…” he managed to say, his voice a whisper filled with need. Each time you tightened your grip on his throat, you felt his body react, bringing you closer to that climax you so longed for.

With one last thrust, you increased the speed and intensity of your movements, feeling the pleasure build up in your abdomen. “I’m going to…” you barely managed to say, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over you as you finally gave in, reaching your own orgasm.

The explosion of sensations was overwhelming, a torrent of pleasure enveloping your being.

Chrollo broke the ropes with ease, taking your hips and letting you fall beneath him. His gaze lit up with a predatory smile that sent a shiver down your spine. “It’s my turn now, baby, and I don’t think you can handle it,” he said, his voice soft but laden with dark desire. “But you’ll be a good whore for daddy.”

A shiver of anticipation ran through your body as you felt his weight on you. The way he looked at you, as if you were his prey, fueled the spark of lust burning within you.

“You really think that?” you challenged, though deep down you knew the night was just beginning. Chrollo leaned into you, his breath hot against your skin. “Yes, I do. I know you too well.”

With a swift movement, he caught you with one hand on your wrist, holding you in place as his hips pressed against yours. The mix of control and desire made you feel alive, completely at his mercy.

“I’m going to make you scream, baby,” he promised, his dark eyes shining with the intensity of his desire. It surprised you, but a part of you rejoiced in the promise of what was to come.

[msweebyness]

DuPont School for Monstrous Youths- The Sad Stuff

Ya girl was in an angsty mood, so here's some stuff to hit you in the feels! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Voodoo dolls have a long history of being enslaved by humans. Entire families would fall under the control of dark hoodoo mystics, and that was the case for Marinette's family. Tom and Sabine managed to get their daughter out when she was eight or so (with help from Bustier and Mendeliev), but they remain in captivity, which haunts Marinette.

Because Ondine's father was saltwater and her mother freshwater, they're essentially shunned not only by their family (barring her maternal grandparents), but by most of their species as a whole. They live in their isolated lagoon because they weren't welcome anywhere else. Most other aquatic monsters immediately recognize Ondine as being mixed (she has lighter toned skin and upward slanted gills, traits of freshwater monsters, but sharp teeth and fins on her arms and legs, which are saltwater features.) and treat her like garbage.

Dragons are actually incredibly rare as of the last few centuries due to the rise of hunting them for their scales and horns. The Tsurugi clan are actually one of the few remaining prominent families, but even their numbers have severely dwindled. Kagami's mother was blinded and her father killed in an attack when she was very young.

Max's creator/father, Markov, mysteriously vanished without a trace around four years ago. Max has scoured every inch of their home and lab trying to find some sort of lead, but has found nothing. He continues to search because he knows his father wouldn't have just abandoned him.

When Ivan was ten years old, his village in the mountains was attacked by a cryptid hunting brigade. His mother managed to get him and Sasha to safety, but his father was killed in the attack trying to give his family time to get away. He still wakes up crying every once in a while.

Simon's parents and the majority of his family deemed him 'worthless' because he was such a 'runt' for their kind. He was essentially disowned and cast out for being an 'embarrassment'. Thankfully, his aunt was having none of that.

Jean possesses a very rare and deadly ability for phantoms, which is to sing a cursed note that can stop the heart and shatter the mind, resulting in instant, painful death. Many see them as a threat because of this, and it's the reason his father took him away from his mother. She wanted to use them as a weapon against humans.

Nathaniel's dad died when a band of humans set fire to the chapel the Kurtzbergs had called home, wanting to rid it of 'demons'. He was smashed to rubble trying to get his son to safety.

Anthony has been persecuted his entire life for being a daemon, and supposedly 'evil'. He has scars from holy water being thrown at him, people have set fire to his family's home, and he constantly gets told to "GO BACK TO HELL!"

Yeah, Ismael’s mom never wanted a kitten and threw both him and his dad out when Fazli refused to “get rid of” their child.

Aurore’s planet was consumed by a civil war which was why her family had to flee to Earth. Her family was a prestigious clan with HUGE targets on their backs, and had to go to a planet basically off the records for their own safety.

Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[ygo-monster-type-tournament]

By the way, here's the full bracket in text form. I haven't finished the images yet because the way i'm doing it takes a while but looks really cool (it's got rainbow!)

BRACKET A

Shinobird vs. P.U.N.K. vs. Impcantation

Noble Knight vs. Infinitrack vs. World Legacy

Chemicritter vs. Fire Fist vs. Kuriboh

Mikanko vs. Guardian vs. Tachyon

Black Luster Soldier vs. Blaze Fiend vs. Icejade

Hole vs. Crystron vs. Cat (Rush Duel)

Shaddoll vs. S-Force vs. Mekk-Knight

Scrap vs. Digital Bug vs. Drone

Bujin vs. Nimble vs. Tri-Brigade

Beast Gear vs. Charmer vs. Nemeses

Subterror vs. PSY-Frame vs. Orcust

Therion vs. Nordic vs. Branded

The Weather vs. Gorgonic vs. Mythical Beast

Neo-Spacian vs. Predaplant vs. Traptrix

Fire Formation vs. Bystial vs. Kashtira

Dark Magician vs. Mathmech vs. Majestic

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BRACKET B

Madolche vs. Mannadium vs. Skiel

Number vs. Tindangle vs. Crusadia

Numeron vs. Jinzo vs. Live☆Twin

Speedroid vs. Jointech vs. Mayakashi

Dragonmaid vs. Poker Knight vs. Tron

Flamvell vs. Entity vs. Zefra

Ritual Beast vs. The Agent vs. Appliancer

Arcana Force vs. Dark Scorpion vs. Yang Zing

Vernusylph vs. Timelord vs. Evil Eye

Rokket vs. Ogdoadic vs. Umbral Horror

Sky Striker vs. Triamid vs. Aquaactress

Crystal Beast vs. Unchained vs. Voidvelgr

Kaiju vs. Virtual World vs. Synchro Dragon

Heraldic Beast vs. Chrysalis vs. Yubel

/Assault Mode vs. Battlewasp vs. Ghoti

Malefic vs. Fortune Fairy vs. Endymion

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BRACKET C

Blue-Eyes vs. Inzektor vs. Mist Valley

Gravekeeper’s vs. Star Seraph vs. Sunavalon

Evil★Twin vs. Fossil vs. Despia

Code Talker vs. Malicevorous vs. Meklord

Beetrooper vs. Purrely vs. Generaider

Dragon Ruler vs. Iron Chain vs. Genex

Sportsdragon vs. Ancient Gear vs. Aesir

Gaia vs. Constructor vs. Armed Dragon

G Golem vs. B.E.S. vs. Excutie

Music Princess vs. Dark World vs. T.G.

Krawler vs. Prophecy vs. The☆

Batteryman vs. Magistus vs. Thunder Dragon

Magical Musket vs. Strike Dragon vs. A.I.

Swordsoul vs. Talismanic vs. Ojama

Majespecter vs. Vision HERO vs. CAN:D

Infernity vs. Void vs. Volcanic

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BRACKET D

High Tech Dragon vs. Gunkan vs. Gagaga

Megalith vs. Sushi Fairy vs. Anti

Ninja vs. Earthbound vs. Gladiator Beast

Frightfur vs. Archfiend vs. Synchron

Dinomist vs. Ursarctic vs. Gouki

D/D vs. Helixx vs. Raidraptor

Witchcrafter vs. Gold Pride vs. D-Scale

Gimmick Puppet vs. Cloudian vs. Mermail

War Rock vs. Utopia vs. Armatos Legio

Drytron vs. Gandora vs. Infernoid

Steelswarm vs. Battleguard vs. Superheavy Samurai

Blackwing vs. Smile vs. Cyber Dragon

True King vs. Cyberdark vs. Alien

Magician Girl vs. Koa’ki Meiru vs. Performapal

Parshath vs. Galactica vs. Vylon

Cubic vs. Fairy Tail vs. Reptilianne

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BRACKET E

Galaxy vs. White vs. Skysavior

Thorn Prisoner vs. Supreme King vs. SPYRAL

Burning Abyss vs. U.A. vs. Melffy

Phantom Knights vs. Simorgh vs. Red-Eyes

Destiny HERO vs. Mokey Mokey vs. Evilswarm

Fusion Dragon vs. Zubaba vs. Frog

Clear vs. Adamancipator vs. Fire King

Dogmatika vs. Jersey vs. Duston

Floowandereeze vs. Valkyrie vs. Abyss Actor

Prediction Princess vs. Magikey vs. Six Samurai

Wind-Up vs. Danger! vs. Lightsworn

Gishki vs. Xyz Dragon vs. Vanquish Soul

Altergeist vs. Machina vs. Springans

Spellbook vs. Magnum Overlord vs. Nekroz

Herald vs. Arts Angel vs. Rikka

Evolsaur vs. Performage vs. Cynet

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BRACKET F

Eldlitch vs. Ancient Warriors vs. Penguin

F.A. vs. Codebreaker vs. Kozmo

Evil HERO vs. Topologic vs. Qliphort

Igknight vs. Vampire vs. Dark Contract

Dracoslayer vs. Shiranui vs. Fur Hire

Dododo vs. Kairyu-Shin vs. Toon

Fortune Lady vs. Jurrac vs. Amorphage

Melodious vs. Amazement vs. Thunderbeetle

Evolzar vs. Pendulum Dragon vs. Ice Barrier

Gem-Knight vs. Ewekai vs. Djinn

Gusto vs. Starry Knight vs. Tearlaments

Sevens Road vs. Odd-Eyes vs. Zoodiac

Exodia vs. Super Quant vs. Karakuri

Nemleria vs. Monarch vs. Lyrilusc

Scareclaw vs. Nephthys vs. Salamangreat

Hazy Flame vs. Dracoverlord vs. Vaylantz

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BRACKET G

Plunder Patroll vs. Warrior vs. Butterspy

Libromancer vs. Harpie vs. Runick

Evoltile vs. Symphonic Warrior vs. Gadget

Borrel vs. True Draco vs. Dinowrestler

Morphtronic vs. Prank-Kids vs. Laval

Atlantean vs. Materiactor vs. Dinomorphia

Hieratic vs. Myutant vs. Darklord

Cyber Angel vs. Gizmek vs. Labyrinth

Heroic vs. Phantom Beast vs. Edge Imp

Granel vs. Artifact vs. Constellar

Elemental HERO vs. Goyo vs. Ally of Justice

Watt vs. Knightmare vs. Marincess

Sylvan vs. Elementsaber vs. Photon

Ghostrick vs. Vendread vs. Buster Blader

Aroma vs. Wisel vs. Mirror Imagine

Worm vs. Amazoness vs. Yosenju

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BRACKET H

Metalfoes vs. Flower Cardian vs. Ultimate Flag

Royal Rebel’s vs. Solfachord vs. Dragunity

Rose Dragon vs. New Order vs. Exosister

C vs. Windwitch vs. Spright

Dream Mirror vs. Transamu vs. Metaphys

Naturia vs. Graydle vs. Venom

@Ignister vs. Battlin’ Boxer vs. Lunalight

Junk vs. Time Thief vs. Rescue-ACE

Chronomaly vs. Destruction Sword vs. Phantasm Spiral

Masked HERO vs. Tenyi vs. Tellarknight

Trickstar vs. Gogogo vs. Attraction

Cipher vs. Vehicroid vs. Deskbot

Invoked vs. Elemental Lord vs. X-Saber

Resonator vs. Stardust vs. Fabled

Geargia vs. ZW - vs. Fluffal

Pendulum Magician vs. Shadow Flower vs. Paleozoic

[paradise-in-k4]

Parallel Satellite Incident Notes: A Portfolio for Muses

A master post for muse profiles and other lore writing

Last Updated: 3/1/25

Entry 0.5

Suffice to say, jumping through boundaries twice into a parallel universe where the town we thought was nonexistent not even an hour ago yet being clear as day was enough to baffle us. It was just us two university students here, the only members of the Hifuu Club. And yet, the fact that we managed to clear the jump with help from two boundary-related abilities already denies several quantum theories proposed by leading scientists in both Japan and the United States. We had now entered a second paradise. Similar in expanse to the first, but not a satellite of any kind, nor bathed in a scarlet hue. Instead, it was firmly on Earth. One could even suggest the aforementioned mega-crater did not exist here. But first, we need to get out of this forest thicket. It was a hard landing. We landed in some tree branches.

-Renko Usami

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Case A: The Gap in the Evening

The Canon Touhou Muses

They will usually belong to Universe L1, which I will refer to as the canon universe subject to personal headcanons. They will usually have icons due to their abundance of canon pictures and other fan creations online (although I will try to stick with official/fan games and screenshots specifically from YouTube videos where possible). Muses without links here are still active, but unless you see posts with them, ask for them first if they don’t make the first move. The order in which they’re listed here is based on the entry numbers at the top of their profile posts.

Renko Usami: Hifuu Navigator of a Scarlet Fantasy

Maribel Hearn: Hifuu Dreamer of a Scarlet Fantasy

Nitori Kawashiro: Super Youkai Warhead

Aya Shameimaru: Traditional Reporter of Fantasy

Patchouli Knowledge: Girl of Knowledge and Shade

Reimu Hakurei: Hakurei Shrine Maiden

Youmu Konpaku: Half-Human, Half-Phantom Gardener

Marisa Kirisame: Ordinary Human Magician

Koakuma: Nameless Little Devil

Suwako Moriya: Pinnacle of Native Gods

Daiyousei: Nameless Greater Fairy

Sunny Milk: Shining Sunlight

Luna Child: Silent Moonlight

Alice Margatroid: Seven-Colored Puppeteer

Yamame Kurodani: The Bright Net in the Dark Cave

Sakuya Izayoi: Perfect and Elegant Maid

Rumia: Youkai of the Dusk

Lily Black: Stoic Herald of Spring

Kosuzu Motoori: Bibliophile With A Deciphering Eye

Reisen Udongein Inaba: Lunatic Moon Rabbit

Star Sapphire: Falling Starlight

Yuuka Kazami: Flower Master of the Four Seasons

Hieda no Akyuu: Memory of Gensokyo

Nazrin: The Little Dowser General

Lunasa Prismriver: Poltergeist Violinist

Satori Komeiji: The Girl Even Vengeful Spirits Fear

Shinmyoumaru Sukuna: Descendant of the Inchlings

Lily White: Fairy Herald of Spring

Case B: Curiosity on the West Mountain

The OC Muses, Including Touhou

These are my original characters, but not all of them will have visual references or face claims beyond one icon if they have one at all. Each of them all take place in the same verse. Ask to get a starter for an indicated muse to open interactions, or to see their profile early.

Futsubasa no Rei: Lone Tengu Interpreting the East Wind

Kagami Kitakami: Hidden Sage of Spirit Hammer

Eris Dysnomia: ?????

Akiyuki Yukikaze: ?????

Case C: The Armored Fairy Brigade on the West Mountain

Faction of Touhou OC Fairy muses that are consistent in every Verse as the same Entity

This group of fairies is a group of fairies that resolve incidents in the background both in and out of Gensokyo, recently moving to the West Mountain to streamline transportation. Only the ones listed here are active muses, but more fairies and such in this faction are listed here along with their lore. Whether they could be considered magical knights or magical girls is up to personal interpretation.

Multiple Fairy Muse Post, currently without icons

Rainy Daze: Calm Before the Storm

Silver Selene: Mindful Moonstone

Tranquil Void: Guiding Darkness

Case D: An Unexpected High School’s Impromptu Study Circle for Aspiring Detectives & Magical Girls

OC Magical Girl Muses

These are characters from an original detective-themed magical girl project as titled above. Only the characters listed here are available as active muses. Their main verse takes place after the main story has taken place. Click on this sentence to access the master post for this story.

Haruka Tsukikaze: East Wind in Overbearing Responsibility

Hinako Takahara: Vigilante Shrine Maiden Borrowing a Fairy’s Youkai-like Magic

Kasami Suzuki: Unusual Human Magician

Yukari “Kit” Kamimaru: Watchful Raven of Shadows and Time

Case E: The Armored Fairy Brigade’s Observation of the Incident in the Gap off the West Mountain

Other Canon Fandom Muses

These muses belong to other series besides Touhou, in which they are canon characters. Icons are usually plentiful enough in their source material, although exceptions are possible. Their source series will be listed with them on this list and their bio so others have a direction on where to learn more about the characters here. Their default verse simply inserts them into Touhou’s setting as they were in their main story, although they can also be inserted into any agreed-upon setting as well. Only the muses here are active regardless of where they might be mentioned.

Aria: Half-Human, Half-Wyra Phantom Hunter (Phantom Rose II Sapphire)

Milky Way Cookie: Blissful Conductor of the World of Dreams (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Captain Toad: Tiny Yet Fearless Leader of the Toad Brigade (Super Mario Galaxy)

Journals of the Multiverse

A collection of research notes that serve as background lore for this blog, which can also link said lore to other blogs that I have.

Perspective reports tagged as #kirisame print shop notes or #armored fairy’s report.

Detailed reports tagged as #the gensokyo chronicle.

Between Universe L1 & K4 - The Armored Fairy Brigade

The West Mountain

Marisa’s Notes: What is a Spell Card?

The Frost Miko Incidents and the Resolvers Incident (leads to @timekeepertwister; another blog I manage)

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Unsorted Reports from the Gap

Planned Muses that still require development. They can be added to the main list under specific request. The ones above the line are test muses and planned to be moved to the list of on-request muses in the future.

Ran Yakumo

Yuuka Kazami

Hong Meiling

Yukari Yakumo: Youkai That Lurks in the Boundary

Mamizou Futatsuiwa

Sumireko Usami

Flandre Scarlet

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Soga no Tojiko

Cirno

Doremy Sweet

Utsuho Reiuji

Remilia Scarlet

Fujiwara no Mokou

Yuyuko Saigyouji

Seija Kijin

Sagume Kishin

Hata no Kokoro

Parsee Mizuhashi

Rin Satsuki

Seiran

Ringo

Sanae Kochiya

Kogasa Tatara

[nameofallteams]

149 Flag Football Team Names For Kids And Adults

Flag football is a fun and competitive sport that’s enjoyed by people of all ages. Whether you’re organizing a league for kids or a recreational team for adults, choosing the right team name is an important part of the experience. A great team name can build camaraderie, intimidate opponents, and reflect the spirit of your team. To help you find the perfect name, we’ve compiled a list of 149 flag football team names, suitable for both kids and adults.

Creative Flag Football Team Names

Creative names often capture the unique personality and flair of your team, making them memorable and fun. - Flag Masters - Blitz Brigade - GridIron Gladiators - Playbook Pros - Flag Warriors - The Touchdown Titans - End Zone Enforcers - The Flag Flyers - Blitz Mode - The Game Changers - Flag Frenzy - The Yard Dogs - Spiral Squad - The Hail Mary Heroes - The Snap Dragons

Funny Flag Football Team Names

Inject some humor into your game with these funny and playful team names that are sure to bring smiles to everyone’s faces. - The Fumble Bees - Not Fast, Just Furious - Touchdown Turnips - Punt Intended - Sofa King Good - The Underdogs - Incomplete Pass - The Flagging Pirates - Running Late - The Ball Busters - The End Zone Zombies - The Wrecking Balls - Punt Cakes - The Huddle Hustlers - Blitzin’ Outlaws

Cool Flag Football Team Names

For teams that want to project confidence and style, these cool names will make you stand out on the field. - The Iron Eagles - Lightning Bolts - The Thunder Cats - The Vortex - Stealth Mode - The Blackhawks - The Storm Troopers - The Phantom Flags - Razorbacks - The Invincibles - The Dark Knights - Midnight Blitz - The Gladiators - Blue Steel - The Ice Kings

Competitive Flag Football Team Names

These names are perfect for teams that are all about winning and bringing their A-game every time. - The Unstoppables - The Game Changers - The Victory Vipers - The End Zone Empire - The Elite Squad - The Dominators - The Powerhouse - The Touchdown Titans - The Red Zone Rebels - The Blitz Brigade - The Iron Fists - The Juggernauts - The Victory Royals - The Blitz Kings - The Gridiron Giants

Kids’ Flag Football Team Names

When it comes to kids, the best team names are those that are fun, playful, and easy to remember. - The Mini-Mavericks - The Little Giants - The Thunderbolts - The Rookie Rockets - The Mighty Mites - The Flagging Falcons - The Pint-Sized Panthers - The Tiny Tornadoes - The Junior Jaguars - The Flagging Fireflies - The Lil’ Lightning - The Flagging Dragons - The Junior Spartans - The Thunder Cubs - The Micro-Marauders

Adult Flag Football Team Names

For adult teams, these names offer a mix of humor, intensity, and fun, perfect for keeping the competitive spirit alive. - The Weekend Warriors - The Brew Crew - The End Zone Egos - The Old School Ballers - The Has-Beens - The Beer Guts - The Dad Bods - The Sunday Funday Squad - The Couch Potatoes - The Tailgate Kings - The Happy Hour Heroes - The Flagging Fossils - The Wasted Talent - The Pigskin Pirates - The Blitzing Beards

Female Flag Football Team Names

For women’s teams, these names capture strength, empowerment, and fun. - The Flag Divas - The She-Devils - The GridIron Goddesses - The Lady Warriors - The End Zone Queens - The Blitz Babes - The Touchdown Tiaras - The Pink Panthers - The Fearless Femmes - The Blitzing Beauties - The Gridiron Girls - The Flagging Flames - The Vixens - The Warrior Women - The Sirens

Family Flag Football Team Names

If you’re playing flag football as a family, these names are perfect for keeping things fun and inclusive. - The Brady Bunch - The End Zone Eagles - The All-Star Family - The GridIron Gang - The Family Blitz - The Touchdown Tribe - The Family Furies - The Kinfolk Kings - The Home Team Heroes - The Fam Jam - The Relatives - The Family Flags - The Cousin Crew - The Sibling Squad - The Kinship Kings

Inspirational Flag Football Team Names

For teams that are all about motivation and inspiration, these names will keep your team pumped up and ready to win. - The Victory Seekers - The Triumph Team - The Dream Team - The Glory Chasers - The Rise Up Runners - The Power Players - The Bravehearts - The Untouchables - The Fearless Falcons - The Motivators - The Champions - The Relentless - The Success Squad - The Invincibles - The Victory Vultures

Aggressive Flag Football Team Names

For teams that want to project intensity and power, these aggressive names will send a strong message to your opponents. - The Wrecking Crew - The Ironclads - The Blitzkrieg - The Rough Riders - The GridIron Gurus - The Raging Bulls - The Storm Bringers - The Thunderstruck - The Bone Crushers - The Bruisers - The Rage - The Warhammers - The Fierce Flags - The Smashmouth Squad

Tips for Choosing the Perfect Flag Football Team Name

Selecting the right team name is important for building team spirit and setting the tone for your games. Here are a few tips to help you choose the perfect name: - Reflect Your Team’s Personality: Choose a name that represents your team’s attitude, whether it’s fierce, funny, or laid-back. - Keep It Simple: A name that’s easy to remember and pronounce is crucial, especially if you want other teams to remember you. - Get Input from the Team: Involve your teammates in the naming process. It’s a great way to build camaraderie and ensure everyone is happy with the final choice. - Consider Your Audience: If you’re playing in a family-friendly or youth league, make sure the name is appropriate for all ages. - Stay Original: Try to come up with a name that’s unique and stands out from other teams. Avoid common names to ensure your team is one-of-a-kind. - Test It Out: Say the name out loud, chant it, and see how it feels in the context of a game. If it rolls off the tongue and energizes the team, you’ve likely found a winner.

Conclusion

Choosing the right flag football team name can set the tone for your entire season. Whether you’re looking for something funny, fierce, or family-friendly, this list of 149 flag football team names offers something for everyone. Use these names as inspiration or mix and match ideas to create a name that perfectly captures your team’s spirit. So, gather your team, pick a name, and get ready to dominate the field! Read the full article

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Baldur's Gate 3 vence melhor jogo do ano no Golden Joystick Awards

Por Vinicius Torres Oliveira

Resident Evil 4 e Starfield venceram nas categorias de consoles

Nesta sexta-feira (10), Baldur's Gate 3 foi coroado como o melhor jogo do ano no Golden Joystick Awards, premiação que completa 41 anos em 2023. O título do Larian Studios superou outros grandes games lançados neste ano, como The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, Alan Wake 2 e Starfield. Conforme publicado pelo GamesRadar, 2023 foi o ano em que a premiação contou com mais votos desde a primeira edição, décadas atrás. Abaixo, você confere os vencedores de cada categoria, destacados em negrito, seguidos pelos demais indicados.

Melhor narrativa

Vencedor: Baldur's Gate 3

The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood

Armored Core 6: Fires Of Rubicon

Oxenfree 2: Lost Signals

Paranormasight: The Seven Mysteries of Honjo

Star Wars Jedi: Survivor

Melhor jogo contínuo

Vencedor: No Man's Sky

Genshin Impact

The Sims 4

Fortnite

Naraka Bladepoint

GTA Online

Warframe

Valorant

Counter-Strike: Global Offensive / Counter-Strike 2

Apex Legends

Dota 2

Call of Duty

Melhor design visual

Vencedor: Baldur's Gate 3

Starfield

Hi-Fi Rush

Viewfinder

Lies of P

Street Fighter 6

Estúdio do ano

Vencedor: Larian Studios

Digital Eclipse

Nintendo EPD

Mimimi Games

Remedy Entertainment

CD Projekt Red

Melhor expansão

Vencedor: Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty

Power Wash Simulator DLC

The Elder Scrolls Online: Necrom

The Case of the Golden Idol Mysteries: The Lemurian Vampire and Spider of Lanka

Dead Cells: Return to Castlevania

A Little to the Left: Cupboards & Drawers

Melhor jogo independente

Vencedor: Sea of Stars

Dave the Diver

Pizza Tower

Dredge

Cocoon

Viewfinder

Melhor jogo multiplayer

Vencedor: Mortal Kombat 1

Exoprimal

Diablo 4

Street Fighter 6

Remnant 2

We Were Here Expeditions: The FriendShip

Melhor áudio

Vencedor: Final Fantasy 16

Stray Gods

Hi-Fi Rush

Bomb Rush Cyberfunk

Starfield

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

Melhor trailer

Vencedor: Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty - Official Cinematic Trailer

Alan Wake 2 - The Dark Place Gameplay Trailer

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom - Official Trailer #3

Baby Steps Reveal Trailer

Mortal Kombat 1 - Official It's In Our Blood Trailer

Dave the Diver - Official Release Month And Accolades Trailer

Melhor comunidade

Vencedor: Baldur's Gate 3

Final Fantasy 14

Warframe

Deep Rock Galactic

Dreams

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

Melhor jogo VR

Vencedor: Horizon Call of the Mountain

C-Smash VRS

Synapse

Vertigo 2 VR

F1 23 VR

The Light Brigade

Melhor hardware

Vencedor: PlayStation VR2

Turtle Beach Stealth Pro Headset

Alienware 34 AW3423DWF

Nitro Deck

ASUS ROG Strix Scope II 96

Samsung 990 PRO

Prêmio Breakthrough

Vencedor: Cocoon / Geometric Interactive

Escolha dos críticos

Vencedor: Alan Wake 2

Melhor jogo de streaming

Vencedor: Valorant

Melhor atuação principal

Vencedor: Ben Starr - Clive Rosfield in Final Fantasy 16

Yuri Lowenthal - Peter Parker in Marvel's Spider-Man 2

Cameron Monaghan - Cal Kestis in Star Wars Jedi: Survivor

Ilkka Villi and Matthew Porretta - Alan Wake in Alan Wake 2

Nadji Jeter - Miles Morales in Marvel's Spider-Man 2

Ellise Chappell - Kathy Johanson in Deliver Us Mars

Melanie Liburd - Saga Anderson in Alan Wake 2

Melhor atuação coadjuvante

Vencedor: Neil Newbon - Astarion in Baldur's Gate 3

Laura Bailey - Mary Jane in Marvel's Spider-Man 2

Cissy Jones - Andreja in Starfield

Amelia Tyler - Narrator in Baldur's Gate 3

Ralph Ineson - Cidolfus Telamon in Final Fantasy 16

Patricia Summersett - Princess Zelda in The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

Idris Elba - Solomon Reed in Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty

Jogo do ano da Nintendo

Vencedor: The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

Pikmin 4

Fire Emblem Engage

Metroid Prime Remastered

Octopath Traveller 2

Fae Farm

Jogo do ano de PC

Vencedor: Baldur's Gate 3

Diablo 4

Dave the Diver

Tchia

System Shock

Shadow Gambit: The Cursed Crew

Jogo do ano de PlayStation

Vencedor: Resident Evil 4

Final Fantasy 16

Street Fighter 6

Humanity

Armored Core 6: Fires Of Rubicon

Star Wars Jedi: Survivor

Melhor jogo do ano de Xbox

Vencedor: Starfield

Chants of Sennaar

Hi-Fi Rush

Planet of Lana

Dead Space

Pentiment

Jogo mais desejado

Vencedor: Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth

Death Stranding 2

Star Wars Outlaws

Tekken 8

Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines 2

S.T.A.L.K.E.R. 2: Heart of Chornobyl

Hades 2

Fable

Hollow Knight: Silksong

Everywhere

Frostpunk 2

Ark 2

Metal Gear Solid Δ: Snake Eater

Persona 3 Reload

Bulwark: Falconeer Chronicles

Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League

Pacific Drive

Black Myth: Wukong

Banishers: Ghosts of New Eden

Warhammer Age of Sigmar: Realms of Ruin

Melhor jogo do ano definitivo

Vencedor: Baldur's Gate 3

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

Marvel's Spider-Man 2

Star Wars Jedi: Survivor

Alan Wake 2

Resident Evil 4

Cocoon

Starfield

Final Fantasy 16

Diablo 4

Forza Motorsport

Armored Core 6: Fires of Rubicon

Assassin's Creed Mirage

Super Mario Bros. Wonder

Street Fighter 6

Metroid Prime Remastered

Hi-Fi Rush

Lords of the Fallen

Dead Space

Sea of Stars

[sweetbunpura]

Toshida Fuga

Nickname:  Ace

Age:  17-18

Gender:  Male

Race: Japanese

Birthday: December 31st

Sexuality: Homosexual 

School: Shujin

Arcana:  Wheel of Fortune

Appearance: 

6'1"

long shaggy hair 

hair covers one eye - Silver eyes

spiked black ear cuffs on the other

Gemini Tattoo on his right shoulder

Personality:

Sly

Protective

Blunt

Vulgar

Casual way of speaking

Strong

Smart

Playful

Loyal

Honest

Weapon: Warhammer Rifle

Alliance: Shadow Brigade

Family: Ken Amada Koromaru Junpei Iori Mitsuru Kirijo Aigis Akihiko Sanada Yukari Takeba Fuuka Yamagishi

Friends: Ryuji Sakamoto Haru Okumura Yuuki Mishima Michiko Watanabe Ayami Hyuuji Hifumi Togo Ichigo

Phantom Thieves: Akira Kurusu Morgana Ann Takamaki Yusuke Kitagawa Makoto Niijima Futaba Sakura

History: Toshida is an orphan, left on the doorstep of an orphanage with a note attached to him. He stays in the orphanage, where he later runs away and finds Ken, staying with him in the dorm. The dark hour happens, to which he gets a persona, much to the SEES surprise. But Toshida sees what having a persona does to you so he doesn't want it. He rejects his persona and says that he just wants a normal life.

From Tatsumi Port Island, Toshida got his persona fairly young during the Dark Hour. He stayed with SEES after his Persona “awakening”. Years later, he, ken, and koromaru moved to Tokyo and rented a small 2 bedroom apartment.Toshida goes to Shujin. Toshida keeps to himself a lot. He awakens to his persona a second time and finally welcomes, Houdini, into his life. Joined the Shadow Bandits after he followed, Michiko, Mishima, and Ichigo into Kamoshida’s palace.

[ssv-raven]

I think I read a fic where Jazz got captured and experimented on by the GIW and have had thoughts about this sort of thing swirling around in my head ever since. Usually they center around Jazz deliberately outing herself as liminal in order to save Danny from being outed as Phantom. But I also enjoy the idea of Jazz going off to college only to be ambushed and captured by the GIW now that she is isolated and far away from Team Phantom.

And of course with Jazz still being human, she is going to be in much worse shape than Danny as she doesn't have the same level of enhanced healing that he does. Which means that escape is going to be a lot harder if not impossible for Jazz to manage on her own. And even if she does escape, the GIW could put out federal warrants for her arrest, labeling her as a traitor for previously aiding enemies of the United States (ghosts).

Rambles of half baked ideas under the cut that I

Now I enjoy the idea of The Outlaws (either incarnation of the team) somehow finding where she is being held and rescuing her and any other ghost or liminal prisoners.

Now if it is the first Outlaw team, I like the thought of turning things around and rather than her eventually going to Gotham as happens in most DPxDC stuff, she decides to go to Star City with Roy to recover there.

"So I can either go to Star City with Robin Hood and his Merry Band of Social Justice Archers or I can go to Gotham with the Fascist Furry Brigade? One ticket to Star City please."

Like she needs to actually heal and Gotham is definitely not the place to do that. And honestly, I just enjoy the idea of Jazz previously learning archery from Pandora and getting to eventually show off a little with the Arrowfam once she heals. Her brand of Amazonian/Greek style archery with a composite bow would also be different from pretty much all the other arrows with Ollie, Mia and Emiko generally sticking to your typical modern recurve bow, Roy often using a compound bow and Connor seeming to use a longbow.

Plus Ollie *power to the people* Queen would love to make a big public spectacle about the GIW, government overreach and abuses of power.

"So the government made ghosts illegal, what's next? Are we now going to have to fill out a form and get permission from the federal government before we die?"

-

Now if it was the second incarnation of the Outlaws then I can see Artemis taking Jazz under her wing. Because Jazz, freshly released from a government facility where she was being tortured, is pretty much an ideal candidate for joining the Bana-Mighdall. She is a woman who has suffered tremendously at the hands of man's world. So, I can definitely see Artemis becoming a sort of older sister figure for the recovering Jazz.

Of course I don't think that Jazz would actually choose to join the Bana. She still has family out there that she loves and I can't see her leaving them to join the Amazons when the GIW are still a threat. But I can see her wanting to help Artemis as a thank you for rescuing and caring for her. So, she dives into research to help locate the Bow of Ra (which is what Artemis was searching for in the first place when the second Outlaws team formed).

Jazz becoming a pseudo Wonder Girl to Artemis' Dark Trinity Wonder Woman is actually an idea that I love. Trained by the dead and persecuted by the US government only to join a loose canon hero team like the Outlaws sounds really fun.

I also have no doubt that the Outlaws would have a very explosive filled journey across the US as they destroy one GIW base after another for their new little sister/sidekick.

DP x DC prompt #2:

Vivisection!AU.

It’s old hat by now.

It’s a trope.

But, it only happens to Danny.

What if it happened to Jazz?

[escelia]

I took a prompt from @ghostreblogging and ran away with it. I have other parts in progress that I'd be willing to post if you guys are into it. I'm not saying it's good, but I definitely had fun with this and got wild with the next part.

Danny Fenton-Wayne: Big Brother

To say Danny was excited to be a big brother was an understatement. He was so ready to finally be the older one, in a position where he was allowed to be protective but not overbearing. Jazz had trained him well for this. And Damian was just the perfect little brother to him, though he was sure that was weird to everyone else. It was so refreshing to have a sibling that didn't treat him like glass. He reminded him a lot of a smaller, angrier, less tech oriented Skulker. And it was great seeing the others' confused but entertained expressions.

"I will slit your throat while you sleep," Damian had glared at his new big brother. "You are not my big brother!" He insisted. Danny thought it was so cute! Skulker would love him. The other Wayne's had looked mortified as though the comment would scare Danny away. Really, the threat was weak. Slitting Danny's thought wouldn't be nearly as effective as Damian was hoping, and it wasn't even that creative. But Danny was a good big brother, and rough housing was a great way to let off steam and get in exercise, so Danny just laughed and responded,

"You could sure try!"

Damian lunged at him in rage. The kid was fast and efficient; he'd give him that. But Danny had faced things much worse than a 10 year old with a penchant for violence. He dodged and snagged the back of his shirt, scruffing him like an angry kitten.

"Damian! No! Bad!" Tim scolded. "Danny, I would tell you not to take it to heart, but he really will stab you, so please be careful?"

"Stab me? That's adorable!" Damian squirmed in his hold while Danny manhandled him into a hug. This didn't really count as being overbearing if it didn't last too long, right? Besides, with Damian fussing so loudly about it, he was sure this was exactly how Jazz felt when she smothered him. It was amazing. Being a big brother was the best.

He eventually let Damian go and he sped away like Pariah Dark was personally nipping at his heels. No doubt to go plan Danny's demise. He was kind of looking forward to it actually.

~~•○•~~

Dinner that night was eventful. He'd learned that Duke was a meta with an ability that affected his sight. Not that he'd outright said so, but Danny could tell. He also gathered a few inklings about his family being the freakin Bat Brigade? They were all vigilantes, and they thought he was some normal civilian! So was Damian being protective of his family in the face of some stranger? That was understandable. Respectable even. Jazz would have said that he was a newcomer in their space and that he needed to respect that. He wouldn't pry if they didn't want him to. Across the table, his baby brother waved a fork at him menacingly. Danny snickered.

"Damian…" Bruce warned. Dick tutted at him from his seat.

"Sorry about him, Danny. You can just ignore him," Dick assured. Danny found he really liked Dick too, what with his similar penchant for puns.

"Thanks, but I think I can handle him. He's what, 10 years old?"

"I'm clearly 12, you imbecile!" In the next moment, Damian was scrambling across the table embedding his fork into the back of Danny's chair, but Danny was no longer in it. Damian hadn't even seen him move if his stunned blinking was anything to go by.

"Trust me, I would not be good for your diet," Danny joked.

~~•○•~~

Danny had gotten a great idea when several days later Damian rushed him with a whole sword. Even as Phantom, Danny was never familiar with traditional weapons. He'd always wanted to learn, but knew that with Fentons it just wasn't a safe idea. So when Duke came running to reprimand Damian and the child saw an opening, Danny redirected the blade down and out of his hand, offering it back with a question about lessons. Perhaps he could bond with Damian by letting him teach him about his favorite weapon.

Their "training," as Damian put it, was going well. Danny genuinely felt like he was learning a lot from him as well as about him. And even with his ghostly enhanced speed the brat was keeping him on his toes. When Damian nicked him with his blade for the time Danny had been so proud. He knew he wasn't easy to hit.

"Say cheese!" Danny exclaimed, shoving his uninjured cheek up against Damian's for a photo. It had turned out amazing, with Danny pointing to the oozing scratch on his face while Damian scowled at him for enjoying himself.

"Please desist. You're taking all the fun out of trying to kill you." Danny just laughed

~~•○•~~

Damian's new brother was just weird. And apparently Damian was the only one who really knew it. At first he'd thought the fool was underestimating him, but boy was he mistaken. He was a civilian, right? Then why could he not land a hit on Fenton even without the interference of his inferior siblings? The wretched thing was able to snatch him mid air and wrestle him into a hug like it was nothing. He was a professionally trained assassin! This was embarrassing! The others thought Fenton just had decent reflexes and a lack of self preservation instincts, but Damian knew better.

The day Fenton disarmed him quickly went from infuriating to intriguing. His brothers had admonished him for attempting murder again, but Daniel had stood up for him and handed his precious blade back to him, going as far as asking if he was willing to give him lessons. Tt, at least one of his brothers could tell he was a superior warrior. He obliged, eager to show off his skills with a sword. And Daniel wasn't actually bad at it per se, but it was clear he wasn't versed in swordplay. After a few sessions with Daniel, he noticed something odd. Not bad, but odd. The room was always cooler when they sparred, and he found that he didn't often overheat. Daniel was a quick learner and very light on his feet. So light, in fact, that he sometimes seemed to float. And Damien would swear on his grandfather's blade that when Daniel got serious, his eyes would flash a bright, toxic green. Damian was determined to get to the bottom of this, and because he was, in fact, the smartest of the Wayne's, he would do it on his own!

Turns out, he didn't have to try that hard.

Damian woke with a start at the knock on his door. He didn't have patrol so he'd tried to turn in early for the night. Grumbling, he went to see who it was. He swore, if it was Drake and he wasn't sleeping even though he'd been kicked off the schedule for sleep deprivation, he would strangle him. He cracked the door to see glowing green eyes. But Danny didn't seem irrationally angry like Todd did when the Pit Rage consumed him.

"Can I come in please?" Danny pleaded. "I had a nightmare and don't wanna be alone, but the others are out and Tim needs his sleep…"

Damian sighed and opened the door for Danny to come in. He sat at the foot of the bed and curled his knees to his chest.

"I don't know what you expect me to do for you. I'm not some counselor." He closed the door and crossed his arms with an annoyed huff.

"I don't need a counselor, I just need my brother." Danny's tired smile was soft.

"Why? I've been told I don't have a comforting personality." Damain took a seat next to him.

"I don't need to be coddled, I'm not a baby. I really appreciate that you're straightforward and rough toward me. I'm traumatized, but like, I'm not gonna break, ya know?"

"You… like that I'm rude to you?" This had to be the first time anyone had ever said that to him.

"Do you know why I'm here? Why I was taken in?" When Damian shook his head Danny continued. "My parents were always pretty careless when it came to raising my sister and I. Their science always came first. We had to grow up pretty fast. And once you grow up, it sucks to be treated like a kid again. It's what got my sister into psychology, and she was constantly trying to psychoanalyze me. Well, I'd had a lab accident that… changed me. When my parents found out, they vivisected me. Bruce found out and got me out of there, but Jazz was already 18 and in college so she couldn't come with me."

Damian was horrified. Even the League with their harsh rules and cruel nature would never do something like that. Even so, it did explain a lot, and Daniel seemed to know how to handle his trauma. An accident in a lab would definitely explain Daniel's more meta-like features as well. He wondered if his father knew, but figured he didn't because the boy had been very secretive about any abilities he might have gained.

"So to summarize, your parents were atrocious to you and now instead of being coddled or analyzed, you prefer to spend your time with people trying to stab you? I tried to kill you." He pointed out.

"Yea, well so has everyone else in my family at one point or another. It's sort of like a rite of passage and you're the only one that's done it," Danny smirked and nudged Damian. The younger boy could admit he found the humor in that, dark as it may be. "Besides, you get it: not wanting to be underestimated or looked down on just because you're young even though you've been through hell." Damian couldn't deny that. Maybe they were more alike than he had anticipated. Interacting with him didn't grate on his nerves like the others did at least. He sighed.

"So, what now Daniel? We sit in silence until you feel safe enough to go back to your own room?"

"I strongly prefer Danny for reasons I'm not willing to talk about yet, but I get the feeling this is as good as I'm gonna get, huh?"

"Correct."

"Well then, do you mind if I call my dog? He's a good boy, I promise," Danny pleaded.

"I do like the company of animals. I didn't know you had a dog, I haven't seen a new one on the grounds." Danny took this as a go-ahead to summon Cujo.

"I don't take him many places, he can get rowdy and protective sometimes. But I'm positive he'll love you." He let out a sharp whistle and the green ghost puppy phased into the room from under the door. He trotted over to the boys, tongue flopping as he did. He pounced excitedly on Danny before giving Damian a thorough sniff and deeming his presence safe and acceptable. He happily let the boy scratch his belly.

"He's… uh, green. What breed is he?"

"The ghost kind," Danny replied sadly. The implications were heartbreaking. "My accident turned me half-ghost so now I have a ghost puppy," he said as if that explained everything. "You uh, won't tell the others about this, right?"

Damian tilted his head in thought while he scratched Cujo behind the ears. He'd definitely want more details on what exactly Daniel meant by "ghost," but for now, he felt pride at being the one family member Daniel actually felt comfortable talking to. He could lord that over his siblings later.

"We'll, you're no longer in any danger, and your past is none of their business unless you want it to be, so I don't don't see a reason to tell them."

Danny grinned at his little brother. He knew Damian would be his favorite! He already knew he would do anything for him.

[genkais-arcade]

question for those who are into older anime

[FULL LIST BELOW THE CUT]

So this is my current collection of anime (shows and movies) that spans from 1986-2006. I have my blogs for Outlaw Star/Angel Links and this one for YYH.

Obviously, I have plenty of other shows to potentially make GIFs for, but I can't decide which one to do next!

I haven't seen a lot of these, too so I'm excited to dip in.

LMK if you have an opinion or if there's another show you think is worth making nice GIFs for!

SHOWS

Ah! My Goddess

Alexander Senki (Reign the Conqueror)

Banner of the Stars (I, II, III)

Berserk

Black Lagoon

Blood+

Blue Gender

Bubblegum Crisis

Bubblegum Crisis Tokyo 2040

Candidate for Goddess

Cardcaptor Sakura

Chobits

City Hunter

Cowboy Bebop

Crest of the Stars

Death Note

dot hack sign

DragonBall Z

Earthian

Elfen Lied

Ergo Proxy

FLCL

Fruits Basket

Fushigi Yuugi

Ghost Hunt

Ghost in the Shell

Ghost Stories

Ginga Sengoku Gunyuuden Rai

Gokinjo Monogatari

Gungrave

Hajime no Ippo

Hell Girl

Honey and Clover

Hunter x Hunter (’99)

Jigoku Sensei Nube

Kaleido Star

Karasu Tengu Kabuto

Kino no Tabi

Last Exile

Legend of the Galactic Heroes

Magic Knight Rayearth

Marmalade Boy

Mobile Suit Gundam Wing

Monster

Mujin Wakusei Survive

Mushishi

Nadesico

Nadia The Secret of Blue Water

Nana

Noir

Oniisama e

Ouran High School Host Club

Outlaw Star

Paradise Kiss

Paranoia Agent

Pet Shop of Horrors

Planetes

Pokemon: Indigo League

Requiem from the Darkness

Revolutionary Girl Utena

Sailor Moon

Samurai Champloo

Serial Experiments Lain

Shadow Skill

Shamanic Princess

Silent Moebius

Slam Dunk

Strawberry Panic!

Super Dimensional Fortress

Tenchi Muyo!

Tenkuu Senki Shurato

Texhnolyze

The Animatrix

The Heroic Legend of Arslan

The Twelve Kingdoms

The Vision of Escaflowne

Witch Hunter Robin

Wolf’s Rain

MOVIES

Blood the Last Vampire

Interstella 5555

Paprika

The Kindaichi Case Files (1, 2)

Wicked City

A Wind Named Amnesia

Akira

Biohazard 4D Executer

Blade of the Phantom Master

Crimson Wolf

Darkside Blues

Dead Leaves

Demon City Shinjuku

Ghost in the Shell

Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz

Metropolis

Mind Game

Neo Tokyo

Perfect Blue

The Silent Mobius (1, 2)

The Tale of Genji

The Wolf Brigade

Tokyo Godfathers

[fizzycherrycola]

PrUK, June 1815

Set after the Battle of Waterloo, this is my submission for @historical-hetalia-week​.

Warning: Blood, smoking, description of a battlefield.

Inspired by the phrase: “Buddies in Bad Times.”

Mars at Rest

Waterloo, Belgium; 18 June, 1815 

Cracking against flint, a match sparks and burns, breaking the deathly silence.   

Prussia brings the flame to his pipe, lighting the tobacco, watching it glow red before he inhales that woody, calming scent, letting it fill his bloodstream and permeate his mind. It doesn’t do much to dull the throbbing ache of his muscles, bruised and overtaxed, pricking in sour protest of every shift and gesture, but it quells the final itch of caution, a nagging leftover from the battle, dying out at last. Shutting his eyes, he exhales, long and slow, then turns to gaze upon the shattered countryside.

The field of victory is never a pretty sight.

Belgium’s rolling hills are riddled with bodies, military uniforms dotting the landscape in navy, crimson, and black. A few fires are smouldering here and there, dark smoke billowing off of charred grassland and wool fabric, torn flags rippling from the heat. Among the dead, like phantoms, riderless horses stand quiet, their heavy heads hanging low; sad statues lost without their masters. Dusk soaks the scene in a strange, muted haze, with clouds catching the sunset and blazing as they sink below the earth.

It’s a familiar view and Prussia idly wonders how many battles he has witnessed in his abnormally long life. Hundreds? Thousands? The uniforms and weapons may change, but in his memory, the conflicts all blend together in a sea of blood, a churning stew of grisly images stretching back to the Crusades. The shock and horror long ago morphed into tepid acceptance, better suited for survival, because when staring down a brigade of stampeding dragoons, there is no time for doubt, and the field of failure is a far worse sight than this.

Turning his back to the sullied terrain, Prussia puts his hand on a short, crumbling brick wall, barely more than a fence now, and hops, throwing his boots over the side to perch atop it. His tendons sting, a mild jolt of pain shooting up his wrist, but he ignores it; he rarely listens to his body, anyway.

“You look like shit,” Prussia tells his exhausted ally.

Barely upright, England is sitting on the ground, leaning against a broken cannon wheel that got stuck in the rubble. Coat draping his shoulders, he holds his bandaged side, red seeping through, and still manages the strength to glare up at Prussia, putting those impressive eyebrows to good use.

“And whose fault is that?” he grunts, voice dry and hoarse.

“My best guess would be France,” Prussia teases, popping the pipe between his teeth.

It certainly isn’t his own fault; Blücher had him awake and on horseback before dawn, in near-darkness, marching with fifty thousand armed men at a relentless pace. With a glowing pride behind his ribcage, he witnessed their discipline and how they shoved away exhaustion. They trudged past swollen rivers and muddy swamps to reach the battle in time and hurl themselves at The Emperor’s army; leaping into death’s jaws for duty, glory, and all the inspiring nonsense their superiors shouted about.

“I’ve been fighting since eleven, this morning,” England clips.

Prussia shrugs, a leisurely roll of his shoulders that cracks his joints. “You can’t pin this on me, not when I gallantly saved your ass and won the fight.”

“Gallantly?”

“Besides, I started marching before sunrise.”

England’s eyes go wide and, ever the storm cloud, he blusters: “Then what, in God’s name, took you so bloody long?! If you had arrived even 30 minutes later, Wellington’s entire force would’ve been routed and we’d have lost the damn continent a second time! Can you imagine what would’ve happened if--…. Agh....” He grimaces, eyes squeezing shut, and folds over his injury.

Sniffing, rolling the pipe stem over his tongue, Prussia gives his companion a moment before replying. “Calm down, old man. You’ll tear your stitches open.”

With an annoyed groan, England slumps against the wheel, head tilted back. He’s not in any shape to be shouting; a crumpled mess in the grass, sweat and dirt caking his freckled cheeks. The dark cherry smear is wide, probably from a sword, reaching around his bandaged belly from front to back in a half-circle, a nasty slice that would’ve quickly slain a mortal man. Leaning in, Prussia gestures at the wound. “Did you at least get him back for that?”

England cracks one eye open, an adamant emerald cutting through his dishevelled features. “’Course I did,” he croaks. “Just who do you take me for?”

Prussia cannot help the grin that splits across his face. Even in such a state, England isn’t one to go quietly, not ever, and certainly not against France. At Villinghausen, he took an artillery round to his right arm, and instead of lying down, he hastily shed his scabbard belt and made it into a tourniquet, snarling as he tied off his mangled limb. He fights death with every iota of his being, clawing at it with his bare fingers when he has to. In him is a tenacity, a brilliant refusal to comply with fate.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Prussia says, and England grunts, in the typical way that he does when accepting a compliment. “Do you know where you’re headed next?”

“Not at the moment. I’ll need to drag my bloody arse back to camp for a briefing.”

“If you’d like, I can bring you a cane.” England frowns, a deadpan look that tickles the corners of Prussia’s mouth. “Or maybe, I could take a cannon off its wheels, fashion a wheelbarrow, and cart you over there.”

“If you’re going to continue to mock me, you could at least offer me your pipe.”

Snorting a chuckle, Prussia obliges, sliding off the beaten wall, pebbles and dust shifting in his wake. He crouches down to his knees and passes his pipe, ignoring the rusty odour that drenches his companion, the pungent taste biting past the tobacco. England takes the piece, a languid thumb smearing blood on the bowl, and Prussia sits back, plopping onto the grass.

“We should get drinks again,” he mentions.

Lips curled over the stem, England sucks in a deep breath, then exhales. “Hm. Tempting.”

“Did you know that you get drunk faster when you’ve lost a lot of blood?”

“I do, unfortunately. Learned that in the Middle Ages. But I’m in no state for drinking tonight.”

Of course not. It won’t happen, not tonight and probably not tomorrow. Nothing less than total destruction will do; Wellington and Blücher will have them chasing after Napoleon Bonaparte like hounds on a hunt. It could be weeks before they can relax again, as they did after the last war ended.

“In Paris, then. When all this shit is over.”

England smirks. “Fine, but it’ll be on your coin.”

Amused, Prussia’s eyebrows fly up. “Oh ho! You're going to burn through my wallet? That’s the thanks I get for saving your army?”

“Think of it as restitution for arriving late.”

“Arschloch.”

“Twat.”

Prussia smiles, forgetting the world for a moment, until his back twinges and he has to flex again, twisting his lower spine with a crack and settling lazily, chin resting in his palm. He threads his free fingers in the blades of trampled grass, and if he concentrates, he can imagine it still thundering with horse hooves. He’ll write about this day, scrawl it into his journal and preserve it, violence and agonising victory. Another monumental event whisked away by time.

“I’m guessing this campaign will last a couple weeks,” he murmurs. “Maybe a month, at most.”

“Quite likely.”

“The Thief of Europe doesn’t have much time left.”

England squints. “Why do you sound disappointed at that?”

Prussia sighs, plucking a dry weed from the dirt. “He’s... different from other humans. People like him are only born once a century, and when he’s gone, that’ll be it. God, I wish I’d arrived earlier today, witnessed his genius strategies from start to finish.”

“You admire Napoleon Bonaparte?”

Prussia nods. “As a tactician, yeah, I do.”

England balks. “He ruined your army not ten years ago.”

Prussia tosses the weed aside, sees it land on a pile of smouldering fabric.

Those weeks were as startling as they were cruel; he watched, appalled, as his mighty military was obliterated in just 19 days by a damn Corsican. Cold hate knotted his stomach and he wished to cut the general down himself. But, when Bonaparte entered Berlin, he visited the tomb of Frederick the Great and instructed his marshals to remove their hats, saying, “If he were alive, we wouldn't be here today.” And the sight seized Prussia like a pair of iron tongs grabbing coal, immediately seeing the similarities between Old Fritz and this new ruler, igniting respect and melting his bitter anger.

What a loss it is that Bonaparte isn’t of Prussian lineage.

“Flawlessly,” Prussia declares, passion stirring in his chest. “Nearly every action he takes is flawless. How he rallies his troops, the speed of his attacks, the level of cunning he uses to out-manoeuvre his opponents...!” He releases his fists to the sky, shoulders high and back straight. “Bonaparte might be insane, but he wages war like he was born for it.”

Blinking, England’s mouth contorts in disgust, as if Prussia just blew his nose obnoxiously loud. When he gives no response, Prussia doesn’t slump, exactly, but his hands fall and disappointment needles at his heart. On second thought, it may be a little rude to brazenly praise the bastard who slapped the shit out of every army in Europe... including England’s, just an hour ago. “Ah, never mind.”

“You’re vile and you have a terrible taste in personal role models.” Although England speaks bluntly, the comment lacks true venom, sounding more like a report on peach farming than a judgement of character. He returns to the pipe, puffing fumes like a London chimney stack.

“I’ve got amazing taste,” Prussia boasts. “That includes my tobacco and maybe my halfway decent sense for allies, too.”

England coughs, hacking up a lung full of smoke before he frowns and looks away. The faint colour on his cheeks would be brighter if he hadn’t lost blood. Prussia snickers.

Perhaps he is vile, but war is an unstoppable force. It will be here, until the end of days, and it has never done Prussia any good to waste time ruminating over its monstrosities or wallowing in the shadow of defeat. After the punishing mistakes of Jena and Auerstedt, he studied, pouring over accounts of Bonaparte’s battles, reading until his eyes were bloodshot, and when asleep, he dreamt of battalion formations scribbled across a map. Every revelation was scratched into his journals, pages upon pages of tactical strategies interwoven with jealous praise, because damn it all, France didn’t deserve such a magnificent general.

Regardless, he resolved to find a use for his painful failure, for the eradication of his brave men, and, if this recent victory is anything to go by, he succeeded, climbing over the wall of the dead to return stronger tomorrow.

England shifts, eyes catching something and he slouches. “Christ,” he mutters.

“Huh?”

“Here they come, now. New orders.”

Turning, Prussia at first sees nothing amiss. A few soldiers on horseback are ghosting over the slumbering site, weaving between bodies, torches held high to light their way in the sluggish darkness. They may be hussars, searching for any injured souls to rush away for medical treatment, but it’s more likely that they are commanders, taking vague stock of their casualties to draw up reports.

Then he spots it, a lone rider is approaching them at a trot.

Tall on his mare, shako and red uniform unsullied, the soldier lumbers closer and comes to a halt. He gazes down at them; a pale torch casts flickering light over his stern, olive eyes.

“Netherlands,” Prussia greets, waving at the giant. “Good to see you’re alive.”

“Indeed,” Netherlands responds, a deep thrum in the evening air. Aside from his gaunt features, made worse by the wars, his face betrays little. His smiles are rarer than England’s, but for that matter, his scowls are just as uncommon. A stony and mild-mannered man; perhaps that’s why he found success in commercial business. “I’m here at Wellington’s request.”

England sighs. “Let’s hear it, then.”

“I’m tracking down each of us; we are all to meet at an inn,” Netherlands explains, gesturing with his torch. “It’s just down the hill, at the centre of the battlefield.”

Prussia frowns, a knot forming in his stomach. “Did you say you’re tracking people down?” He could help; pushing past the soreness in his frame is no issue. However, there are several thousand dead in the field with night falling and he has neither horse nor light.

“How many of us are still missing?” England asks.

“Only a few,” Netherlands says. “Most are on their way to the inn as we speak, but I’m still looking for Scotland and Hanover.”

Prussia gnaws his lip. “Fuck, I saw them.”

Netherlands straightens, his gaze snapping to Prussia. “Were they near a farmhouse?”

“Yeah,” Prussia pushes himself to stand, ignores his creaking bones, and points to one of several brick buildings in the distance. “Not the one on fire, but the other one, on the left.”

Those tiny spaces saw incredible chaos, a screaming whirlwind of bayonets and musket fire boxed into humble kitchens, spilling out of windows and stable doors. It was no surprise that when Prussia arrived, darting through a gap in the infantry line, he found Hanover broken. Decorated in dust and bullet holes, wounds weeping blood, he couldn’t speak above a wheeze. In the heat of battle, Prussia could only stuff him behind a heap of straw, tell him to keep quiet, and scour the arena for a medical officer. He found one only after his men took the building and directed the soldier to Hanover’s location.

Hopefully, he didn’t succumb to his injuries.

Prussia relays this to Netherlands and the Dutchman gives a firm nod.

“Thank you,” he says, turning his horse to the farmhouse. “I must continue searching. Once I’ve finished, I’ll join you at the inn.”

“Very well, then,” England murmurs.

With that, Netherlands departs, his mare thumping across churned soil and his torch flame receding into the blue dusk.

England hands Prussia the pipe and gingerly pulls his jacket on, his torn shirt and bruised skin taking shelter under red wool. “You saw Scotland, too?” he casually asks, averting his gaze.

“Yeah,” Prussia answers, tapping his pipe, dumping out the ashes and spent tobacco. “Don’t worry. He had a few scrapes, but he’ll be fine.”

“I wasn’t worried,” England mutters. He glares at the buttons on his coat, wincing as he attempts to close them around his battered torso. Prussia busies himself by wiping a handkerchief over his piece, catching England’s subtle glances and the tension in his fingers. “How do you know he’ll manage?”

“Because when I asked him if he needed saving, he told me to ‘fuck off.’”

England’s grimace softens, his lips curling upward just slightly and Prussia can pretend he didn’t see that, because relationships between brothers can be complicated, sometimes. Stashing the pipe away in his haversack, he hefts the bag over his shoulders, its firm weight pressing down on his sore back. He huffs, stretching and shaking out his irritated limbs to wake them up. Then, he moves to help England stand.

“Absolutely not,” England snaps, gripping the cannon to pull himself up and steady his wobbly knees.

“You’re going to walk a whole kilometre like that?” Prussia snorts.

“Shut it.” Brow furrowed in concentration, England extends an arm for balance and delicately shuffles one foot forward. He’s stable for a moment, until he tries a second step and buckles, stumbling into Prussia, who catches him easily.

Prussia tuts. “Nah. It’ll be morning by the time you get down the hill, Herr Eyebrows. Come on, let’s go.” He swoops a hand under England’s arm, the one on his good side, and drags him into a walk assist.

“Oi!” England squawks as his arm is tugged around the back of Prussia’s neck. “Just wait a moment, you prick.”

Naturally, Prussia ignores his protests and they start hobbling towards the inn. England continues muttering half-hearted curses for a bit before settling into silence. It’s another minute or so until he leans on Prussia properly, and Prussia pulls his stubborn companion closer, guiding the awkward steps of their dirty boots through the fouled pasture. He can’t help thinking it’d be a lot nicer if he was carrying England out of a tavern instead.

A cool wind carries the scent of gunpowder and other burning things that overpower the rural air. Dim twilight transforms puddles of blood into ink and corpses into obscure, lumpy masses of shadow. Prussia directs their route through the quiet field, squinting in the dark at things that may be shakos or rocks, branches or muskets.

“Look at the state of it,” England grumbles. “I’ll kill the frog all over again for this mess.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind breaking military code for schnapps right now,” Prussia admits. And then, he has a thought, a twisting queasiness that’s probably nothing, but.... “Hey, are those drinks still on, in Paris?” Pupils flicking over Prussia’s face, England tilts his head and quirks a shaggy brow. Quickly, Prussia delivers a cocksure grin, switching to a more joking tone. “Did I scare you off with my war talk?”

A pause, then England exhales through his nose, turning so Prussia only sees his straw hair. “No, don't be ridiculous. I know what you meant.” His fingers curl around the shoulder strap of Prussia’s uniform and he glances back, face set in a haughty look, eyebrows up and lids low. “I’ll come. Just so long as you shut up about how much you love French generals.”

Prussia’s barking laugh fades to a sigh and his cheeks hurt from smiling. “All right, I can promise that.”

They go on, walking together through hell, burdens made milder in solidarity. Maybe Prussia is a hypocrite, he thinks, aweing at the genius of war, but also wanting it to be done, tiring of it and the stench of decay. How it drives splinters under his skin, bruises his friends and steals their respite, their freedom to while away time as they please.

Regardless, they will outlast The Emperor, his battles, and whatever comes next. They will earn their peace soon enough.

End / Fin

~~~

Author’s Notes

Waterloo is currently located in present-day Belgium. However, in 1815, this land was officially controlled by the United Kingdom of the Netherlands. Belgium would become independent in 1830.

Many historians disagree on what time the Battle of Waterloo began, with some sources saying the fighting started at 11:30. I had England say “eleven” as a rough estimate based on his own assumptions, like the direction of the sun.

Blücher was the Prussian commander during the battle. Wellington commanded the Anglo-Allied army.

“We’d have lost the damn continent a second time!” This is probably not true. England is exaggerating because he’s upset and his stab wound makes him feel vulnerable.

Villinghausen was a battle that took place in 1761 during the Seven Years’ War.

Arschloch = Asshole.

Although Prussia wishes he could’ve seen Napoleon’s tactics at Waterloo, he probably would’ve been disappointed, since Napoleon made several strategic errors in the battle.

Hussars are a light cavalry unit. Shakos are a type of military hat.

After losing to Napoleon in 1806, the Prussian army went through a massive overhaul. Many improvements were made and commanders were instructed to study Napoleon’s tactics for future wars.

At Waterloo, the Prussian and Anglo-Allied armies defeated the French, which was a devastating loss to Napoleon. It eventually led to his abdication and final surrender, just weeks later.

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365 DC Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

October 27th - Madam Xandu

The mysterious heroine known as Madam Xandu was born Nimue Inwudu, the younger sister to Morgaine Le Fay and Vivienne, the Lady of the Lake. These sisters were descendants of the Elder Folk, survivors of Atlantis who evolved into the parallel race of humans known as the Homo-magi.

Nimue had been lovers with Merlin but turned on him when he used his magic to manipulate the fate of Camelot. Merlin lashed out at Nimue, using his sorcerery to strip Nimue of her immortality and forcing her to utilize special positions and elixirs to maintain her youth and vitality. She would late regain this immortality by way of defeating Death in a game of cards.

Nimue spent the next several centuries roaming the world, finding herself involved in various important moments in history. She became an adviser to Kublai Khan and later Marie Antoinette. She fell in love with a woman in 15th century Spain yet was unable to prevent her love’s execution during the Spanish Inquisition. Years later she had an affair with Giovanni Zatara who proposed marriage to her. Nimue was able to see Zatara’s future and turned down his proposal, knowing that his marriage to another woman would lead to the birth of the great magical hero Zatanna. 

Throughout her many years, Nimue maintained a sometimes adversarial, sometimes romantic relationship with The Phantom Stranger. Although the details are conflicted, it is possible that Nimue and The Stranger had a child together who is the great descendent of John Constantine.

In the modern era, Nimue has renamed herself Madam Xandu and rededicated herself to helping the world of man in fending off supernatural threats. She set up a fortune telling and Tarot reading parlor in the Greenwich Village neighborhood of Manhattan. She lost the use of her sight during the Day of Vengeance event, but has since regained her eyes in the post ReBirth continuity. 

Madam Xandu has aided The Shadowpack and Trench-Coat Brigade and acted as an affiliate member of The Sentinels of Magic, The Demon Knights and The Justice League Dark.  Actress Jeryl Prescott portrayed a version the character in the 2019 Swamp Thing television series. 

Madam Xandu first appeared in the pages of Doorway to Nightmare #1 (1978).

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John Constantine seems really cool and I read dc comics a lot but none of him where do I start????

Ok honestly? I just read comics like, wherever whenever. I started with the Injustice series simply because it had John in it (I had just finished watching all the movies and what not aside from like. one).

Thankfully, Constantine's comics are like... mostly straightforward? Like. There is a clear starting point and ending point as of right now.

(Not to mention they're also mostly pretty short)

I'm going to put this under a Read More, because it's gonna be a long one, folks.

(I'm doing a bit of a timeline to make it easier on you)

> Swamp Thing

Summary:

There are tales of a mysterious "Swamp-Man" from all across the world. It is a mossy creature that roams the wetlands--- searching for a place in the world by venturing through the swamps. Once a man called Alec Holland, it is now a long creature, feared and hated by those that come across it.

> He makes his first appearance here, actually! More specifically he appears (and also ends his appearance) in volume 2. Though my motto is to usually read through the whole comic so that you're not just immediately diving into it all willy nilly and get the context needed. Or else you might just miss out on how stuff even came to be!

(Unless it sucks, of course, then skip ahead all you need).

> Hellblazer

Summary:

Man of mystery, risk-taker, thrill-seeker, and master of the supernatural: John Constantine. After leading Swamp Thing through some dark journeys back in the original issues of Swamp Thing, this man obsessed with power and driven by his inner demons sets off into the darkest corners of the world. 

His knowledge of the occult and his influence upon the supernatural realms makes him the only man to call when horrors beyond our comprehension appear! He's not always successful, however....

> One of the main Comic series for Constantine that most people get their material from (at least from what I've seen). It lasted like 300 issues so you're going to need a LOT of time for this one if you're thinking of reading it.

> The Horrorist

Summary: A chance encounter sends a cold, embittered Constantine on a desperate search for the Horrorist -- a strange, inhuman woman whose embodiment of the world's horrors may be his only hope to feel human again...if he can navigate through the wreckage of human lives left in her path!

> Pretty short, 2 volumes, but they're both 52 pages long.

> Trench coat Brigade

Summary: In this darkly humorous 4-issues mini series, "The Trenchcoat Brigade" reunite on a search for the answer to one question, and one question only: Why has Mister E arrived to the present day to kill green-eyed Russian men in New York City? 

Come and travel through time and space with The Phantom Stranger, John Constantine, Doctor Occult, and the dangerously unstable Mister E!

> Pretty short, just 4 volumes.

> Justice League Dark (New 52)

Summary: The witch known as The Enchantress has gone mad, unleashing forces that not even the combined powers of Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman and Cyborg can stop. And if those heroes can't handle the job, who will stand against this mystical madness? 

Shade the Changing Man, Madame Xanadu, Deadman, Zatanna and John Constantine may be our only hope - but how can we put our trust in beings whose very presence makes ordinary people break out in a cold sweat?

> Lasts 40-ish issues. Each issue 

> I, Vampire

Summary:  Witness how Andrew Bennett became a vampire! Who was the monster that attacked him? How did his powers develop? And why is he the only vampire able to control his terrible hunger for blood?

> He appears as a supporting character in this, specifically for issues 7 and 8.

> Constantine (2013)

Summary: The star of JUSTICE LEAGUE DARK is unleashed in his all-new ongoing series! Liar, cheater, manipulator...John Constantine is all of these, and yet he uses these skills and more to protect the world from the darkest corners of the DC Universe. 

What Constantine learns in this first issue will shake the very foundations of the New 52...and only he knows how to deal with it!

> Another short one, this one lasts for 23 volumes.

> Constantine: The Hellblazer

Summary:  The dark adventures of DC's foremost occult detective continue in an all-new series as he investigates the cruelest case he's ever come across - his own dark history!

> And the second to last series that ran from 2015-2016. Since it did run for only a year, it's pretty short--- it's 13 issues long.

> The Mystery of the Meanest Teacher: Johnny Constantine

Summary: After angering a number of hostile spirits in England, 13-year-old magician Johnny Constantine has to find a way out of the country. 

Persuading his parents to send him to America, John arrives at the Junior Success Boarding School in Salem, Massachusetts. But once there, he finds himself to be something of an outcast. And he is convinced that his homeroom teacher really has it in for him. Worse, hes sure shes really a witch. Fortunately, John is able to find one kindred spirit at school with whom hes able to form an alliance—another misfit named Anna, who also happens to have her own developing magical powers. John recruits Anna in his efforts to uncover the truth about Ms. Kayla and expose the meanest teachers real identity to the world. Joined by a friendly demon named Etrigan, these two amateur sleuths will uncover clues and stumble upon forces beyond their control in a humorous series of misadventures.

> And NOW we've gotten to the very most recent. I actually own this book in real life! As the name might tip you off, it's a children's comic, but it's still a pretty good read and is only one book!

> It does seem like they want to write another one, so you might wanna keep an eye out for it. I know I am.

And that’s about it, really! 

Sources:

My Comic Shop (For most of the summaries written here)

Wikipedia (To double check what issues are what)

Comic Book Reading Orders (To TRIPLE check what issues go where)

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in case you were wondering, this is the current list of archetypes for the upcoming archetype tournament.

please note that the tournament won't be for a while, and i will be accepting submissions until then! All submissions will be accepted (as long as the submission is actually an archetype, of course)

A bunch of these are just me putting in every archetype i could think of, and those are the only ones that might end up being removed from this list. If someone specifically submits an archetype, it's in for good.

anyways here is the full list (current number: 220)

@Ignister A.I. Abyss Actor Ally of Justice Altergeist Amazoness Amorphage Anti Arcana Force Armed Dragon Aroma Atlantean Batteryman Battlewasp Beetrooper Black Luster Soldier Blackwing Blue-Eyes Borrel Branded Burning Abyss Bystial CAN:D Charmer Chemicritter Chronomaly Cipher Code Talker Constellar Crusadia Crystal Beast Crystron Cyber Dragon Cynet D/D Danger! Dark Contract Dark Magician Darklord Deskbot Despia Destiny HERO Digital Bug Dinomist Dinowrestler Dogmatika Dracoslayer Dragon Ruler Dragunity Drytron Earthbound Edge Imp Elemental HERO Endymion Evil★Twin Evil Eye Evil HERO Evilswarm Evolsaur Evoltile Evolzar Fabled Fire King Flamvell Floowanderfreeze Fluffal Fortune Fairy Fortune Lady Frightfur Frog Fur Hire G Golem Gaia Galaxy Gadget Gate Guardian Gem-Knight Genex Ghoti Gimmick Puppet Gizmek Gouki Gravekeeper’s Guardian Gusto Heraldic Beast Heroic Hieratic Ice Barrier Icejade Igknight Infernity Infernoid Invoked Kaiju Karakuri Kashtira Koa’ki Meiru Kozmo Krawler Kuriboh Kurikara Labyrinth Laval Live☆Twin Lunalight Lyrilusc Machina Madolche Majespecter Majestic Magikey Magistus Masked HERO Materiactor Mathmech Mayakashi Megalith Mekk-Knight Meklord Melffy Melodious Mermail Metalfoes Morphtronic Naturia Nekroz Nemurelia New Order Ninja Noble Knight Number Numeron Odd-Eyes Ojama Orcust P.U.N.K. Paleozoic Pendulum Magician Performapal Phantom Knights Photon Plunder Patroll Poker Knights Predaplant Prediction Princess Purrely Qliphort Raidraptor Red-Eyes Rescue-ACE Rose Dragon Rikka Ritual Beast Rokket Royal Demon’s Runick Salamangreat Scareclaw Scrap Shaddoll Shiranui Skull Servant Sky Striker Speedroid Spellbook Spright Springans Stardust Starry Knight Steelswarm Subterror Sunavalon Sunseed Sunvine Suship Swordsoul Sylvan Synchron T.G. Tearlaments Tellarknight Thorn Prisoner The Weather Therion Toon Traptrix Transamu Tri-Brigade Trickstar True King Umbral Horror Utopia Vanquish Soul Vaylantz Vendread Vernusylph Vision HERO Voidvelgr Vylon War Rock Watt Wight Wind-Up Windwitch Witchcrafter World Legacy X-Saber Yang Zing Yosenju Zefra Zoodiac ZW -