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Drudge Skeletons
Bones scattered around us joined to form misshapen bodies. We struck at them repeatedly—they fell, but soon formed again, with the same mocking look on their faceless skulls.
Artist: Sandra Everingham
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Drudge Skeletons (Limited Edition Alpha) - Sandra Everingham
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Drudge Skeletons
"The dead make good soldiers. They can't disobey orders, they never surrender, and they don't stop fighting when a random body part falls off." —Nevinyrral, *Necromancer's Handbook*
Artist: Carl Critchlow TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
#mtg#magic the gathering#tcg#carl critchlow#drudge skeletons#classic sixth edition#creature#skeleton
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Cornwall's Random Card of the Day #1171: Sanitarium Skeleton
Sanitarium Skeleton is a common from Shadows Over Innistrad, seen here in its Ultimate Masters printing.
This happy little fellow here is a take on Drudge Skeletons. I THINK regeneration was phased out by this point in Magic's history(a quick-ish search reveals it had) and this keeps the flavour of that while doing well with discard effects needed to have in the format to facilitate Madness cards. I like it! Always keen to see how differences in format can make a normal card be made in an abnormal way.
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GoopTales: Part 23, Date Night
*passes over this part, which is covered in FuzzyNight glitter.* :3
Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23(you are here)/34
AO3: Ch 1 (1-4), Ch 2 (4-8), Ch 3 (9-12), Ch 4 (13-16) Ch 5 (17-19), Ch 6 (20-23), Ch 7 (24-27), Ch 8 (28-31), Ch 9 (32-34)
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Killer walked up to Mr. Night as he finished giving medication to the three-legged cat. Killer giggled as the kitty hissed and spat at Mr. Night before walking over to Killer and purring. “you should be nicer,” Killer scolded while petting the kitty. “mr. night is only doing that because you need the medicine.” Tri, the kitty, did not like the scolding but accepted it from Killer with a questioning ‘murr.’
“Killer, should you not be with the others?” Nightmare asked as he put the bottle of medicine away.
“i told lyra that i needed to tell you something important. i told her about how one of the chickens laid two eggs and how cool that was and how you should know,” Killer explained.
“Well, now I know,” Mr. Night replied as he picked up Killer with a tendril. The tendril moved Killer closer to Mr. Night, and Killer stretched his arms out to the goopy skeleton. As gently as his dad would, the dark skeleton took Killer into his arms, and Killer snuggled against him.
“but that wasn’t what i really wanted to say to you,” Killer continued, “that was just the excuse i used to ask you something very, very important.”
“Oh, I see, very crafty of you,” Nightmare mused as he walked out of the cat feeding room.
“uh huh!” Killer puffed himself up, looking rather pleased with himself after that praise. “me and the others-”
“The others and I,” Nightmare gently corrected.
“the others and i decided we wanna thank ms. lyra for helping you and being so nice to us. none of us know what having a mommy is like, and i think, if i had a mom, she is what i’d want that mommy to be like,” Killer explained.
Mr. Night paused and looked at the floor in silence for a moment. He then looked up as if looking at someone on the ceiling while muttering, “Give me strength.” Then, after that, Mr. Night looked at Killer. “That… sounds very nice, you wanting to thank her for helping.”
“and being like a mommy!” Killer announced happily.
“Ah… yes, how could I forget that part,” Mr. Night mumbled.
“you’re silly, mr. night!” Killer giggled.
“Between the two of us, I do believe you are the silliest,” Mr. Night said while poking Killer’s cheekbone. That made Killer giggle and squirm in the arm Mr. Night was holding him in. “Now that has been clarified, what were you four thinking of doing?”
“oh! we wanna have a picnic, with flowers, and, and, and games! oh, and pie! and we want her to just relax and play with us and… and… give hugs, and we wanna make her cards,” Killer said the last parts quietly.
“Hmmm, except for the relaxing part, does she not do most of that already?” Nightmare asked.
“yeah, but she’s the one who does eeeeeeeeeverythiiiiiing for that. we wanna do it so she can have a day off, but we’re too small to do all of it and were wondering if you could help,” Killer said, finishing his reason for coming to Mr. Night.
“I suppose that will work. And what day were you four thinking of doing this?” Mr. Night asked.
“mother’s day!”
“Oh…”
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Oh, indeed…
Nightmare worried that such a celebration on Mother’s Day would drudge up bad memories for the guardian. It would also encourage his feelings of having a new family. Just as he felt that pang of longing when Killer first announced Lyra was like a mother to him. But that is beside the point. The focus was on Lyra, and he was about to convince the boys to choose a different day. But he then considered it a chance for her to make new memories. Albeit… with four hooligans that Lyra would not want to be the mother of.
Although, if that were true, she was showing the opposite.
She was always eager to care for the boys and their pets. It was sweet watching them interact with each other. Every morning was so soul-warming as he watched them happily greet her for the day. Even Dust was starting to warm to her and was not always clinging to Nightmare. They all excitedly go to her after she returns from tending to her duties as a guardian, begging her to tell them how things were outside their home.
She truly was being motherly to them.
So, if she is filling the role, he might as well help the boys celebrate her on a day meant for beings like her.
He helped them, one-on-one, during moments when she was busy or away to make their cards and start preparation for Mother’s Day. For the most part, there was no evidence for her to suspect something was going on. But, on the rare occasion, the Guardian of Balance would notice something. “Killer, how did you get this glitter all over your hands?” “Cross? Where are you going with that stack of blankets?” “Horror, is that flour on your shirt?” “Dust? Oh, there you are… Please do not wander off without telling me.”
Nightmare should have known he could not have hidden everything from a momster. Still, he luckily was around to save the boys from interrogation each time. “Ah, we were considering an art project, but he quickly reminded me how that stuff gets all over everything. I guess I failed to wash all the glitter off.” “Ah! Thank you for getting those for me, Cross. These were used last for the nest during the boys' movie night and should be washed.” “I do believe that is my fault. He was nearby when I spilled that flour while looking in the cupboard.” “Ah, sorry, Lyra, I am equally to blame. He followed me to my office after I got my drink. I should have sent him back. But… well…”
That last one resulted in some light-hearted teasing from her at how soft he was with the boys. It was embarrassing, but he would admit it was true.
It took careful planning on the days leading up to Mother’s Day. The tendency for immortals to lose track of time helped him, as Lyra was not carefully watching a calendar like Nightmare was with the boys. Finally, the night before arrived. The boys assigned him one task: make sure she sleeps so she is rested for tomorrow and in place for a surprise breakfast in bed.
Nightmare let her get the boys ready for bed, which will be her last bit of work before relaxation begins. While she was away, he cleaned up the toys and mess in the entertainment room and set out some candles while turning off the lights.
While he was not an avid movie watcher, he did enjoy the few he has watched. Especially if he read the book first. Sure, the movies were often different, but as long as they held to the spirit of the book, he honestly didn’t mind that much. Nightmare might grumble a little when scenes he enjoyed in the book did not show up or were not portrayed accurately enough to his liking. But, in the end, he acknowledged it was a movie and had limits to how much and what it could show.
The mind will always be the greatest movie theater.
All that aside. Shortly after starting their… relationship, Lyra and Nightmare formed a sort of “book club.” It was mostly them taking turns reading aloud a book together. He discovered that one they particularly enjoyed for its wit and humor had been made into a movie. They had picked the book since it was set in a “fantasy” setting in the time period he preferred, and it was a romance. It is not precisely Nightmare’s favorite genre, but this was enjoyable with the action and parts of revenge, war, and trickery. With the boys in bed and it being the night before celebrating Mother’s Day, well… might as well have a date night. Once the movie is done, he will have Lyra go to bed.
“NightStar?” he heard her say, and he looked over at her.
She looked around the room and smiled while placing her hands on her hips. “I thought you said you had a lot of work to do,” she said.
“I did,” He chuckled as he lit the last candle. “It was a lot of work setting this room up for something other than child care.”
“I was going to help you with all that paperwork you claimed to have from the latest alliance,” she argued. “Will this momentary distraction mean we will have more work during the next few days?”
“I may have exaggerated how much I had to do in order to secretly plan tonight,” And tomorrow, but she didn’t need to know that part yet. Instead, he walked over to her and held out his hand. “M’lady, if you would join me?”
“How could I say no?” She asked while extending her hand and letting him take it.
Which he did. While taking her hand, he bowed to her slightly and lightly placed his teeth on the back of her hand, against the white fur, in a skeletal kiss. He then looked up at her with a grin as he saw the hint of pink appearing on her face where her fur was the thinnest, such as around her nose. However, he could feel the warmth on his own face, telling him he was blushing as well—not that he cared at the moment.
With that, he stood straight and guided her to the sofa. “Sit, and re-,” he started. The sound of flatulence filled the room as she sat, and both were startled by it. The silence that shock caused was broken when Nightmare sighed, and Lyra burst into hysterical laughter as she fished the whoopee cushion out from under herself. “I would ask you not to laugh since that would only encourage them, but they are not here to witness. I must have missed that one while cleaning up.”
“Indeed,” She wheezed as she tossed it onto the stand beside her. But she continued snickering, and Nightmare could not help but find that… endearing in a way.
“You truly found that so funny? Typical Toriel behavior. You may act mature, but deep down, you enjoy childish things,” He teased.
“Oh hush, you old fuddy-duddy,” Lyra taunted with a grin.
Nightmare mock gasped, placing his hand over where his soul was and acting offended, “Me, old?”
“Honestly, Nightmare. That is the part that offended you the most?” Lyra teased.
“Naturally! The notion that I am old when we are both immortals is insulting,” He said while turning his head to look away to feign indignation.
“Well, if you act the part,” She chuckled.
“Fine, then. If I am old, I will act as the grandparent and spoil the four with sweets and whatever they wish. Then, once they are a rowdy and unmanageable lot, I will pack them back over to you to tend,” he replied with a grin.
It was Lyra’s turn to mock gasp, though hers was in faux fear, “How devious! I take it back. You are still youthful! But a fuddy-duddy all the same.”
“I suppose that will do,” he said, rolling his eyelight. He then smiled at her, turning their focus back to the matter at hand. “Though, I think that banter will be a good segway for the movie we will be watching tonight.”
“Oh?” She tilted her head.
“Romance and humor… though this also has sword fighting, drama, and action,” he said while putting the movie in the DVD player. He won't claim to be great at using the player and TV, but he was proficient enough to complete the task.
They sat together, holding hands, as they watched the movie about Princess Buttercup and her true love, Wesley.
It was nice… especially when the movie ended and she gave him a kiss on the cheekbone. He then followed up with a kiss on her nose, which then turned into a true kiss… one that he hoped she enjoyed as much as he did.
This was still all so awkward and new to him. Yet, feeling her lips on his teeth, their magic meeting with the physical contact, and the love they shared for each other being accepted and reciprocated was almost intoxicating to him. The fact that she seemed happy enough to keep this kiss going told him that she was enjoying it enough not to stop anytime soon. However, the sad fact of life is that all good things must eventually come to an end. If the boys were going to wake her up with a surprise breakfast in bed, then she needed to be in bed and sleeping.
“Lyra,” He said, finally pulling away, “as much as I am enjoying this. One of us should sleep while we have a chance. I will tend to everything else tonight and in the morning. It is your turn to rest.”
“Is it? I thought it was your turn,” She said with a frown.
Nightmare shook his head, “No, I rested last. Remember, we both had a chance to sleep last week, and I was the last one to sleep. So, you need to go to bed, rest, and get ready for another busy day tomorrow.”
“Hmmm…,” She hummed as she coaxed one of his tendrils to curl around her hand and arm as she often does. “That may be true, but I am not sure I am tired yet. Or done being around you.”
“Ah, yes,” He felt flustered by that. He wasn’t truly done being around her and would love to wake up cuddled with her again. But, he reminded himself he had his standards to hold to. Rules of propriety that may be ignored by some, but keep him in a moral code that made him who he was and not like the other cruel Nightmares off in their own multiverses. It might not seem that important of a rule. Though breaking one purposefully, as that one time was an accident brought on by mutual exhaustion, will invite the idea of breaking others.
“Well, as true as that may be, you should take this chance while you have it,” He said as he turned his attention to the TV.
The menu screen for the movie was playing on repeat in the background; during the kissing, he blocked the noise out. Now that he could turn his mind to other things, he had to admit the repeated short song was starting to become annoying. When the screen turned black, it darkened the room further, though that never bothered him. Nightmare can see easily in the dar-
Nightmare clapped his hands over his mouth as he struggled to hold back the sound wanting to emit from his mouth. A sensation he had not fully felt in centuries nearly forced him to laugh. In shock, he looked at Lyra, who looked back at him with equal shock and slyness. The tendril that felt the tickling sensation was no longer being tickled but still squirmed in a failed attempt to flee her. But no luck; she was not about to let the limb go.
He watched as she turned her attention back to the tentacle. Her fingers started moving over the limb in an oddly delicate yet aggressive way. Lyra leaned closer as Nightmare again struggled to hold back laughter, “My, my, what is this? The King of Negativity is ticklish after all?”
He wanted to deny it, but he didn’t dare utter a sound for fear he would burst into laughter. A snort did escape, but he held strong. No, he would not give in to this.
“I warned you, did I not?” She said with a mischievous grin on her face.
And yes, she did warn him about testing her theory that he was ticklish, but that was about four months ago. It had slipped his mind completely.
“You are so quiet, not even a retort?” She teased. “But not a laugh, either.”
Behind him, the remaining tendrils curled tightly as if trying to hide from her tickling fingers. He needed to will them to act, to push her away. It was a struggle, as his main focus was on trying not to burst into laughter. Still, he started to get them to respond, but they could not reach her to push before she pounced.
Those deft fingers moved to each side of his body, aiming for the tender area under the arm. Nightmare made the most undignified of sounds as Lyra continued this childish assault on areas he long since thought were no longer ticklish. With that, he could no longer hold it back any longer. Laughter, unlike any laughter that has burst from him in centuries, poured forth. He struggled, mid-gasps for air, to beg her for mercy.
What shame he would feel… if this wasn’t her. Indeed, if he were to display such vulnerability and weakness, it might as well be to one who has been doing the same towards him. Spending every day together caused him to shed his wall of defensive pride when around her. Still, his tendrils finally obeyed and spared him as they worked together to push her away.
“And here I thought you said you were not ticklish,” Lyra taunted with a giggle as Nightmare leaned back against the sofa arm, catching his breath.
“To be fair,” Nightmare wheezed, “No one has dared to test that theory since I was a child.”
“I suppose that is true,” Lyra replied. “But now, you look more tired than I do. Perhaps you should be the one to sleep?”
He shot her a glare and then sat up. “Winded from that ridiculous display of frivolity you coaxed out of me, sure. Tired? No. It is your turn. Do not make me carry you off to bed like I do the boys.”
“Would you tuck me in?” She teased.
“You are an adult who has tucked in more beings than I ever have. I think you can manage,” He taunted in return.
“Not even a goodnight kiss, then?” Lyra said with a “sad” pout.
“You have already had a ‘goodnight kiss,’ multiple even,” He replied.
“Oh, have I?” She said while looking off at nothing as one does to recall a memory. “I am not sure I remember.”
Of course, she remembers. He sure hopes she did. Still, if she was going to play that game, he would give her a kiss she would not likely forget anytime soon. He leaned forward and drew her attention back to him as his hands moved to her face. Fingers moved through her soft fur and touched the skin beneath. Nightmare called on his magic, his love, and his emotions for her while he kissed her as if he were trying to smother her in affection. She gasped, shocked by this display from him, but then hummed contentedly back at him as she returned a kiss.
It now was a contest of wills to see who could pour out more love and affection for the other in this single display—one he was determined not to lose. Digging down deep, he pulled on his past emotions, converting them to magical energy that she could interpret but shared through a kiss.
How they once were enemies, and at that time, he truly did despise her and how she interfered with his plans. And yet, even then, there was admiration for her doggedness to stop him and protect those weak mortals he had, at that time, no respect for. How his anger for her only increased when she seemed to disappear. When it was then Dream who was upsetting the balance. Then, the shock of how she stood up for him… Aided him and the boys, which sparked something in him. It was not love at that time, and it was more than admiration. It was the growing seed of an alliance. As time went on, he took that feeling and formed a bud of friendship. That bud grew and blossomed as they worked together for peace, and as she showed the same kindness to his boys he showed them. He… liked seeing her show off her motherly side to them. When most hate his boys and find him revolting, she showed nothing but kindness and friendship. And oh, how that confused him.
Nightmare had tried to push her away for her own good. But just as before, when they were enemies, she was too stubborn to leave. She shared her love for him with him, and he relented to that confirmation that he was not alone in those feelings. And now, here they were. This time together, tending the boys, drawing them closer and closer, deeper and deeper into love. And he was devoted to her. If he were her “NightStar,” guiding her on the ocean of life as the stars guided the sailors, then he would do his best to keep her safe and direct her back here, to her home.
And with that, she surrendered, pulling away and gasping. Hints of blush were now visible through her fur over her whole face. He won, and he grinned while watching her catch her breath. Sitting back, he let a little smugness change his grin. His tendrils flipped contentedly from side to side as a display of playful superiority. “Now who is looking tired, hmm?”
“You say that with such confidence, but your face is covered in that lovely teal blush,” She teased back. “But I give… my sweet Night… we will need to discuss this kiss another time, as… I think you,” She looked at him for a moment, and he started to frown, tilting his head. “We will discuss this ‘goodnight kiss’ another time. For now, I will go to bed. Good night, my love.”
“Good night, Lyra.”
And with that, she stood and left.
Discuss the kiss? What was there to discuss about it? Granted, it was their history displayed to her in his view through magic shared in a kiss, but… that is all there is to it. They both lived through that. Did they really need to talk about it?
#FuzzyNight#GoopTales#dadmare#nightmare!sans#killer!sans#Lyra!Toriel#Balance!Toriel#Nightmare flavored Soriel#:3#If this were an art project it would have so much glitter on it#that glitter would just get on anyone and thing that touched it#I guess I needed more romance?#That or Nightmare and Lyra did#Enjoy~#And with this#A new AO3 chapter was added#Getting closer to the end#Didn't a promise some angst?#Gee... normally I have my angst and fluff ratio even#I hope I can keep the angst equal to this#:3c
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Gamer!Reader Reverse Harem | You Have Unread Messages - Chapter 2
another day, another chapter! please enjoy!
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Your thoughts kept drifting to your new gaming friend as you drudged through work the next day. He was just… surprisingly intriguing in a way you really couldn’t put your finger on.
More than anything you hoped you could play with him again sometime soon, it was such an enjoyable experience that you wanted to repeat as quickly as possible. Of course you had decided that you needed to be at least somewhat careful… it’d be just your luck the guy was an incel or something.
Though, you’d never met a monster that was like that, so you weren’t really expecting it. You had looked for his streams the night before, scrolling past pages of random game play just to finally find him by searching his gamer tag. What greeted you was a heavy set, scarred up skeleton with bright red eyes playing your favorite game.
He actually had a decent line up of games he played, seemingly a man of diverse tastes. His content was as enjoyable as actually playing with him, but what shocked you was that he had lied to you, the night before.
His most recently archived stream was from the night before, around eight hours long and titled “game time fright night”. Based on the date you scrubbed through the footage, and… yep. There you were, asking him if he was streaming.
This little bitch.
“This guy is gonna leave if I say yeh, huh.” he drawled to his chat, the messages exploding into ‘Don’t tell them!’ and ‘This is so funny’ and ‘I bet they’re bad’.
That was more than a little insulting, but as you watched, you couldn’t help but be captivated by the two of you playing the game with such fluid teamwork that one would have thought you were in a call. That and his absolute expertise at the game mechanics.
Soon enough you had proven your worth, BigRed whistling his appreciation as he watched you drop a pallet at a pivotal moment.
“They ain’ too bad.” was his assessment. The chat seemed to agree, all giving advice and wondering who you were. He didn’t show your messages after that match to the stream, thank the stars, but he did tell them that he was going to do at least a few more rounds with you.
It was definitely a fun watch, seeing the two of you do your thing. You were personally enthralled by his style of commentary, his gruff voice calmly speaking to and explaining things to the chat.
All too soon it came to an end, arriving at the time where you had signed off. But what surprised you was that he was disappointed, at least from what you could see from his expression. His chat was too, once he relayed the news.
“Tha’s gonna be it for t’night, folks. Gotta feed Doomy, the bro ain’t home.”
As cryptic as that was for you, his chat seemed to instantly understand, erupting into cat emojis and “nodders”. He signed off, sending the chat to raid another streamer named BoneRattled, and the video ended.
You had taken that as your cue to go to bed at the time, and slept a solid three hours before you had to rush off to work. It had been a long, weary day, leaving you feeling more than a little drained. And here you were, eight solid hours later, ready to crash the hell out.
And do absolutely nothing for a little bit, that was important too. Just until you got enough energy back to get back to the grinding of levels in your game.
Getting home after an unusually calm commute, you threw your bag onto a side table and kicked your shoes off in the doorway. Shucking off your coat, you let yourself shuffle to the couch, flopping down face first with a loud grunt.
Your plans were entirely centered around doing jack all for at least an hour, after which you would get up and find something to eat and boot on the old computer. Of course, that changed when your phone, balanced on the cushion by your head, began to buzz. You had gotten a message, two messages in fact from someone, who knew who. You were fully prepared to ignore it for as long as possible, it was the official start of the weekend after all!
But after a third buzz, you groaned, sighing loudly as you plucked up your phone.
The exasperation was quickly replaced with delight as you opened up your Dms and who had been texting you but your new favorite skeleton.
Something about him texting was giving you good vibes, but you were sure that was just because it was almost always you texting first.
BigRed: you wanna play tonight?
BigRed: got a buddy that wants to join.
BigRed: no issue if not.
You stared at the messages for a moment, chewing on them thoughtfully. You kind of wondered who it was that BigRed wanted to join you, if it was someone on his list of “friend I game with” that was on his profile. A couple of them streamed too, but you hadn’t had the opportunity to actually check them out yet.
wantedcriminal: sure why not!
Waiting, and considering what you wanted for dinner as your stomach was starting to growl uncomfortably, you were so invested in trying to decide on pizza or chicken wraps that you jumped when your phone buzzed one more time.
BigRed: cool. meet you in twenty. Huffing playfully, you couldn’t help the playful indignation that filled you. What a guy, not even asking when you could play. You texted back a quick “see you there!” before hauling yourself off the couch.
While you were super curious who it was you would be playing with, something told you they would be no pushover gaming wise. Your new skeleton friend didn’t seem like the type to carry useless players, as harsh as that was to say.
Some people were just bad at some games, it was part of life.
Grabbing a frozen pizza and tossing it in the oven, you headed for your bedroom to boot up your computer.
This was going to be so exciting.
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Esqueletos de Carga/ Drudge Skeletons
Tipo de criatura: Esqueleto
Custo de mana: 1 preta + 1 de qualquer cor = 2 no total
1/1 de Poder e Resistência
Por que ela é interessante? Pagando 1 mana preta você regenera essa criatura, então se ele for morrer você paga e ela fica intacta em campo apenas virada, então é uma criatura que se quiser não vai morrer.
Preço da carta: em torno de 0,05 até 450,00
Indisponível em Português
"Essa carta tem algumas edições disponíveis, o preço pode variar a depender da edição que escolher adquirir"
Link: https://www.ligamagic.com.br/?view=cards%2Fsearch&card=Drudge+skeletons&tipo=1
Até a próxima postagem, Ulli e Thiago
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Revised Edition (3ED) - 1994
Revised introduced an angled capital 'T' to replace the 'Tap to' text found on previous sets. This feature was short-lived, appearing only in Revised and Summer (which aimed to fix issues with Revised). Additionally, Revised cards are also known for their washed-out colors.
An honorable mention for this set is the German Drudge Skeleton, which mistakenly features a Swamp artwork. Every time I look at this card, I imagine the Skeleton lurking somewhere in the swamp, hidden and out of sight.

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clearly not the same "pukemon" but i'll share these anyway lol. i've had these since i was a kid (bonus misprint drudge skeletons, too)
a grocery store nearby has those quarter machines with various toys and stickers (one time they had orbeez filled squishies that used almost the exact same mold the og magboils do if you remember me sending that) and today i got a couple grossout pokemon cards i feel like youd dig


Holy cow I saw some of these a million years ago! Pokemon was NEW! A lot of vending machine prizes can sit around in warehouses for decades before they finally find a home
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The dead make good soldiers. They can't disobey orders, they never surrender, and they don't stop fighting when a random body part falls off.—
Nevinyrral, Necromancer's Handbook, Drudge Skeletons
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Drudge Sentinel
The Cabal assured the Seven Houses that hostages receive all the food and rest they require.
Artist: Sara Winters TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
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Cornwall's Random Card of the Day #1051: Drudge Skeletons

Drudge Skeletons is a common from Alpha, seen here in its Eighth Edition printing.
In honour of Reanimating Skeletons reappearing in Foundations, I should talk about regenerate(of which our skelly boys here were the poster children). Regenerate was, at least by 6th ed rules changes, a mess. You don't actually return them from the graveyard, no, that would make too much SENSE. Instead, you put up a "regeneration shield" which would activate if the creature would die, and it removed all damage from them and tapped them instead. Not only is this not the way you'd think it works, but it also is very complex to explain.
So, they changed to things like reanimation effects and(to avoid repetitive gameplay) more often temporary indestructibility. It was reduced in volume, also. We used to see it much more in green when it was regenerate, nowadays it actually shows up a fair bit in white, kinda weird(and mostly for flavour reasons) it didn't have it all this time.
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So I might be working on something interesting else as well involving Time. Just need to overcome the dreaded writer's block.
Lost. Everyone will become lost at least once in their lives. Whether it be a location, their memories, to even the path they walk. All shall lose sight of what they know.
Sound of shaking bones echoed through the deep forest. There was no bird to sing, no insects to chirp, or animals to fill the deep silence with their chitters. Just the clanking of rusted steel.
Things that are lost can be found. A lost dog shall find their owner. Deeply comatose mother can return to her real life. Hopeless beggars discover their golden key to thriving salvation. But not everyone has a chance to be found.
An eerily sad red light slowly moved through the thick mist. Pale teeth cry a silent name. Withering blonde hair barely clings to chalk white bone.
Sometimes a lost soul is actually abandoned. Left by their friends, casted from their home, tossed away by family and forgotten by their own gods. A fate only sadder when that individual doesn't acknowledge it.
Tears quietly hit the forest floor as the armored skeleton continued his trek. Arm outstretched almost beckoning for something that's no longer there. Small chuck of tan flesh remains untouched on the skull as the one blue eye shivers.
Yet they can still be saved. Even a stranger's kindness is enough to give salvation. To let a lost soul finally be found. Painting hope across a dark canvas of despair.
The skeleton steps foot in a bright alcove. Roses of every color shone from the soft warm sunlight that pierced the forest's darkness. Wings of stone stood delicately adorned by blooming vines. Bones slowly and weakly drudge over to the saintly statue. As the dying soul began his final fall, pink wings caught the lost hero in a warm kind embrace.
"You shall wander no more. Let me grant you a true home. Is that okay, Link?"
As for who found Time, it's an OC of mine named Rose Elysium or Rosa when in her human disguise. She's an emissary of chaos that serves an unknown god.
You can say Time is safe with Rose Elysium but a certain Chain of heroes might not be...

I LOVE THIS IT WAS SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN!
I hope you can get through your writers block! I know the struggle it can bring, it socks :((((
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Tell me a story about spooky scary skeletons
A new day! A new day to be an automaton like the others. A new day of drudgery, of being locked in here and repeating the same day over and over again until your brain is raw, of getting up every morning and doing the same work. A new day, but today is worse! A new day of nothing, of silence and monotony and the knowledge that something is wrong, that things are not what they ought to be, but not quite in time to be anything else. A new day.
Maybe it's the time of the year. But maybe it's always this way. Maybe the only thing that changes here is the temperature, and even that's as much of a nightmare as the rest. As it is, one is more than happy to spend the few days between the spring equinox and the summer solstice working in the cold rooms. The cold is an improvement, at least. Not a good one but still an improvement. And while the dark nights and mornings may be cold, at least the coldness is bearable -- the cold isn't, is what I'm saying. In the cool, white rooms of the basement, the feeling of the wind outside is a comfort -- it means that there are things moving beyond the walls of the room, that the world is out there, that things other than oneself are moving and acting on it. It isn't cold, not really, but it seems so when you are spending all your energy just to keep your heart going. And when, in the darkest hours of the night, the thought comes, "You don't have to live like this. You're free to go. You don't have to stay inside. You can get out --"
The thoughts don't come more often, or last longer, in the cold, but the fear, for all that it's easier to handle, never does, never does, never does.
(And it was so cold! It was so cold!)
The drudge went on and on, the same as it always does. And it went on and on and on --
But I wasn't there yet. I wasn't there yet!
There was something else: a sense of waiting. There is an anticipation of the great moments, moments when the automaton breaks free of the cage and experiences, once and for all, life and liberty. Those moments are close now. So close. The drudge goes on, but the anticipatory feeling is getting stronger. And one day it will be done -- and then there won't be another drudge.
That day, the drudge will be over. A whole week, then a month, then a whole year -- and then there'll be nothing. Nothing.
When the automaton is finally free, and all its work done, then it will go away, and there will no longer be the need for it. And this new world will take its place, with its new freedom. And in that new world, the drudge won't be there.
It'll never be here again, not ever. It will finally be over, forever.
Of course, that isn't true. There is no such thing as forever. The drudge goes on and on forever, just as the day the drudge was created had gone on and on forever, for it was created on this very day. And all those before it, the days and the years and the seasons that came before -- all of them went on and on, forever or not at all.
For of course, that isn't true. There isn't anything eternal, except the cage it was made to be, the cage that locked itself around the automaton's neck and crushed the automaton's freedom.
How strange, that something as simple as the drudge should come up with a problem so simple that it cannot see it at first. How strange that there's a single thing that can get on one's nerves and that can drive one insane for months, years -- that can make life hell in the worst way. And how strange that something so harmless can bring that level of despair, just by its very presence.
And yet, the drudge is what brings the great moments to its culmination, and that is how the drudge keeps itself alive. One might think, when contemplating the drudge, that no one would voluntarily subject themselves to it. But one forgets the purpose of creation: we may not understand, we may never truly understand, but we are obliged to create nonetheless. And the drudge is nothing if not a creation -- a device with a purpose. It's here because someone thought it was here, and so it is here. Its very purpose in being is to do just the things we say it does. For this purpose, it has been made a drudge, and will be kept a drudge. For this purpose, it has been created and will continue to exist, and will do its task in perpetuity. For this purpose, it will be fulfilled, and it will be brought to its end -- and, in its end, it will be replaced.
And it is replaced. With new automata, each with its own purpose. For each new automaton, the drudge can be born anew, and the old drudge can die. Each is new, and each will bring something new. Each, for all their differences, is a new beginning. All will come to an end. The drudge is only one of many -- but that one, the drudge, brings all the others down.
And yet, even as it is replaced, it is replaced. In the end, when its task is finished, it will come to an end, not by being destroyed or consumed by a rival. It will be replaced in the very end that brings all to an end -- by something, someone, everyone. A new day will come, when the automaton and everyone will be free. That is the way it has to be -- the same way all creation must be.
Each automaton that comes next, after the drudge -- they all come with the same drudge. They were made by the drudge itself, and are in the drudge's power, and will serve the drudge until the drudge has done its work, and can no longer continue. The drudge is the master, and must always be the master. When the automaton is a drudge itself -- when it is itself a drudge, serving at the pleasure of the drudge -- that automaton is a drudge, a slave, serving the drudge until the drudge can no longer be the drudge's master. Then -- then. Then, after the drudgery is done, when the drudge is finally done -- the drudge itself will become a drudge, serving forever the master drudge it was made to serve, the master who made itself into the master, and --
And it'll never be over again, or ever -- oh God, oh God, oh God --
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So this day, when the drudge is brought to its goal of completion -- this day, when the automaton, finally free, has finally completed its purpose --
And this day, on this day, the drudge itself, the drudge --
It was born. So long ago, and so far away. But it was born on this day, and so it will be --
And so the drudge was, once more, a drudge --
And it was a whole year away from the day when it would not be, no longer --
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Kai takes a deep breath, hoping this wasn't a mistake. "What... Happened, between you and Oriae? I've seen bits and pieces, but I still feel like I'm missing something. You don't have to get too in-depth, I don't want to drudge up old skeletons."
A Little Party Never Killed Nobody | Attack on Zoraxis RP
Here's the Party RP! @blueorchid-95 @agent--shadow @agentwraith @phoenix-and-found-family @eod-agent-13-12
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The lights, glitz, and glamour were just as Eustace planned. As guests milled about the lavish ballroom, he made plans for the Jay Weapons Company's biggest reveal yet. All he had to do was wait...
And pray Gideon didn't do anything stupid, of course.
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A Taste of Heaven Part 7
Series Masterlist
Part 6
Contains: Fluff, hurt/comfort, medical cannabis use, smut (oral sex M and F receiving, fingering, P in V)
2,340 words
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After years of study and effort, you finally secure your dream job, as one of the head curators at the best museum in New York. After inheriting a huge brownstone you're looking for a roommate when your best friend Ubbe comes up with a suggestion, his younger brother Hvitserk. Better yet, you're a food historian and he's a three Michelin star chef.
"What did Harold say?" Hvitserk put the coffee down on the table in front of you, "even if the radio host won't pay, now that he's confessed, we can take it from the proceeds of his show. We've all decided that Bob should also get a pension if his hands don't improve, which will also come from the host and the actual participants, some of them are very wealthy."
Hvitserk nodded, "when do the court proceedings start?" You shrugged, "not for ages, they need to handle the criminal case first, but it looks like they're all going to plead out."
Things had been strange over the last few days, with each good update, he didn't seem even a little surprised. He would smile softly and press a kiss on your cheek. You knew something was going on, but there's was no point in worrying about it, Ubbe would have said something if there was a reason to be concerned.
"We've got to take the kitties in for their first shots tomorrow, then we need to help Ubbe set up his house for his little one." Hvitserk shook his head, "who knew a few days with our guys would turn him into a foster mother." You smiled, "your brother has always been a little too soft, all it takes is one sad story for him to be invested."
"I know, I'm taking a half-day in case they need extra cuddles. I know when dad got the dogs their rabies shots, they felt pretty shit for a couple of days." You nodded, "that's not uncommon with the rabies vaccine. I know we're not letting them outside but I think we should get the heartworm shot rather than back of the neck."
He nodded, "good idea, is there anything else we should ask the vet about?" You shook your head, "they're too small for spay and neuter, I'll ask the vet the soonest possible date and set up the appointment tomorrow."
"Great, I'll see you tonight. Love you."
"Love you too."
There was a buzz in the office when you arrived, it had been there since the day the host turned himself in. The cleaning was done with a purpose instead of just a sad drudge, whispers were passed back and forth about who would come out next. Mary had made a bet with Carl that the politicians who advertised on the show would here glad handing to save face.
Sure enough, the interim guard stood and waved his metal detector wand while a man in a crisp suit and red tie walked into the bearly clean space. He walked up to you with the stride of a man who had never had the smug punched off his face.
"Hello Dr l/n I'm sure you know who I am." You didn't take his extended hand, "yes I do, Mr Hicks is one of your biggest doners. Are you here to win votes? Because if so, you're in the wrong place and you can bet when your campaign comes around I will be bringing this up with everyone who will listen."
His face changed, "Mr Hicks…" You cut him off, "Mr Hicks and his lies are the reason one of my good friends will have to go through months of painful medical care. I'm not some rich socialite, sir, you can't bullshit me. I don't want your cash or your promises of doing better. Leave, before I get you thrown out."
He shook his head, "I leave my check with your bosses and come back when you're less hysterical, I'm sure you'll be more reasonable once this mess is gone." You wanted to punch him but you refrained, "I'd be careful sir, Mr Hicks is singing like a canary, if I was you, I'd be worried about what skeletons he's going to let out of the closet to save his own skin."
He went red, "Mr Hicks is a smart man, he's knows when to stay quiet." You nodded, "let's hope, I imagine there are a lot of powerful people who want him to keep his mouth shut."
You raced off the called the brothers, the group call took a little while to connect but everyone was there listening, "you won't believe what just happened. You know that hardline Republican senator who's always going on cutting public spending?" There was a rush of yeses, "he just came here hoping to smooth things over with us. That's not the best part, he basically threatened Hicks when I said that he was ratting on people."
You could hear Ivar laughing, "are you starting a pool for how long this guy lasts before his powerful friends take him out?" The burst of giggles was cut off by Lagertha, chastising him, "Ivar, you know that's not appropriate. At least over the phone when other people can hear."
"Sorry mum." You shook your head, "you guys are terrible. I need to get back to work." The warm goodbyes were met with being invited to dinner that weekend and you hung up.
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The rest of the day went by quickly, most of the cleaning had been done by now and the department was almost ready for tours. By the time you were ready to head home, things looked practically normal.
Hvitserk was still at work when you got home, Ubbe had come by to drop the kittens off, having asked to look after them again today. You were in the laundry brushing Lady Soot when Ivar showed up.
"Hello sweetie. What brings you here today?" You pulled him into a hug and invited him inside, "hey y/n." He sat down and took his braces off, moaning and rubbing his legs, "I was at work, my legs won't stop aching. I figured you understand." You nodded, "I can give you some of my weed if you like? I take it for the migraines so I don't know if it will help but it's worth a try."
He nodded, "anything." You ran off and returned with a cookie, "we like our lungs in this house." He laughed and scoffed it down, "it should take about an hour and a half to work. I'll get you a heat pack in the meantime." He smiled softly when you came back and laid it over his legs.
"How's work been?" He shrugged, "busy, Bjorn's still trying to get the big security contract but they're playing hard to get. They want us armed to the teeth but they're not willing to pay for us the train their old guys or hire our guys." You shook your head, "why is he wasting his time? The security contracting part of the business is super high-end, why waste time and money on someone who wants a cheap job?"
He shifted again, trying to get comfortable, "I'll rub your legs, you explain why your brother wants to torture himself." You gently rubbed the ache away while he continued, "he hired us first to help with trading. He wanted to move fresh produce from the east to west coast without the carbon footprint but it took off and now he wants protection for his warehouse."
"Fuck that, he's made millions off of you guys, he needs to be grateful and listen to you and your brother or he needs to fuck off." Ivar laughed, "that's what mother said but you know Bjorn, he gets his mind set on something and he won't let it go."
Ivar kept venting to you as the medication kicked in, after a while he started to get sleepy so you covered him up and closed the blinds in the lounge room before calling Hvitserk to tell him to come in the backway.
"Hello my love." Hvitserk pulled you into a kiss, his hand coming to stroke your cheek, "how long's he been out?" You rested your head on his chest, "an hour, I think we should let him spend the night here so I can look after him if his legs act up again. We can wake him up for dinner at seven." Hivtserk nodded, "good idea, I'll make his favourite."
An hour later, you were walking up to Ivar's sleeping form and patting his cheek, "hey, it's time for dinner." He opened his eyes slowly, "I'm not hungry." You shook your head and helped him sit up, "Hvitserk make your favourite, you need to eat something even if it's just a bite."
You helped him put his braces back on and walked him to the dining table, "how are you feeling?" He shrugged, "much better just foggy." Hvitserk was smiling, "what are you smiling about?" He shook his head, "nothing, I just got lucky when you chose me."
Ivar chuckled, "you guys are really cute." You threw a bread roll at him, "you're one to talk, bringing flowers to Miss Hanah on your way to work." He blushed, Miss Hanah worked at the preschool next to one of Ragnar's buildings that Ivar did IT in and Ivar was utterly smitten.
"She's nice to me." Hvitserk laughed, "she's more than nice to you Ivar, you know mother saw you and her kissing in the cafe." Ivar put his spoon down, "we all know dude, Hvitserk couldn't want to tell me." Ivar started to laugh, "you guys are killing me."
"I've set up the spare room for you, I don't want you driving home in this weather while you're in pain." Ivar tilted his head, "what weather?" You raised your eyebrows, "it's going to pour in like half an hour, don't you pay attention to the sky."
Sure enough, forty minutes later the heavens opened and it was bucketing down. You all sat and watched some TV for a while before Ivar headed to sleep in the spare room and you and Hvitserk went to yours.
You were laying in bed with your back to Hvitserk's chest while he told you about his day, his hands rubbing the stiffness out of your shoulders. He leaned in to pressed kisses on your neck, his hands moving to stroke your skin.
"Can I suck your dick?" His breath caught in his throat, "fucking hell yes." You spun around and sat on his lap, holding his chin in your hand while you kissed his lips. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and you ran a hand down his chest, your lips following the path of your fingers while you moved down his body.
When you got down to the waistband of his pants, he practically pulled them off, you took his half-hard cock out of his pants and stroked it until it swelled against his stomach before placing kitten licks on the head.
"That feels really nice." His tone was breathy as you pulled him into you mouth. His hips started moving slowly, pausing each time to let you adjust as you went deeper, "just like that, oh fuck." You sucked him deeper, using your hand for the parts your mouth couldn't take in while the other rolled his balls.
"Can I cum in your mouth?" You pulled off and took over with your hand, "sure." You put your mouth back on his dick and went back to work, Hvitserk tapping your cheek soon after to let you know he was ready. You squeezed his hand in consent and seconds later, he was cumming down your throat.
He pulled you up, pressing an opened mouth kiss to you before flipping you over and kissing down your body, "your turn." Hvitserk pulled your top off then sucked a nipple into his mouth while his hand rubbed the other one softly, swapping over when you gasped and grabbed his head.
You pushed your panties off as he made his way down your body and lifted your legs onto his shoulder when he kissed over your mound, settling down comfortably into the pillows. He used one hand to hold you open and sucked your clit into his mouth, moaning as your taste filled his mouth, "you taste like sour candy." You giggle was cut off by a moan as he slid two of his long fingers inside you.
"Hvitserk, please." He lifted his head for a moment, "I know, I'm here. Just let me make you feel good." He didn't stop until your legs were quivering around his head and you were pushing him away from the overstimulation. He kissed up your body and rested his weight on you, his hard cock laying against your stomach.
"Do you want to keep going?" You nodded, "yes please." He shifted onto his elbows and used one hand to line up with your entrance, with one last nod for you, he slid inside your body. "Oh God."
He chuckled, "Hvitserk is fine." You huffed a laugh through a moan and he sped up slowly, ending in his hips slamming into yours while you bucked to match his speed. He felt you contract around him, his hand coming to rub your clit while he kissed you like you had the last breath of air in your lungs.
"Give me one more." You were powerless to resist, clenching around him. His pace faltered and he half fell on top of you. He grunted and you felt him pulse inside you, "holy shit, that was something."
You giggled, "I know right." Hvitserk smiled and rubbed his nose with yours, "you stay there, I'll clean us up." He got up and came back a few seconds later with a warm cloth and wiped you down.
"You good, not sore or anything?" You shook your head and opened your arms, "I'm great." He smiled and climbed on top of you, resting his head on your chest. "You good?" He nodded through a yawn.
"Ok then, good night my love."
"Good night y/n."
Part 8
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