#ojama red

[xxthefairywitchxx]

Fake YGO cards go brrrrrrrrrrrr. Meet Ojama, Lady Of The Moon...Or Ojama Mama! Those weird naked little freaks are her sons!

[ygoartreviews]

Ojama Red

Okay, I'll just say it: I hate how Ojama Red's pose places ultra emphasis on his crotch. You could argue that some of the other Ojamas do this as well, but none of them really just leave it hanging out there like this guy does. His little disco pose could be cute, but Ojama Red literally angrily staring into the camera at you just dissolves any cuteness that could exist here. Especially since his eyes are (fittingly, I'll admit) extremely bloodshot. They almost make his pose seem more threatening than silly... Like he's gonna punch you straight into the sky... He does get some points for being round, and also just because I think the yellow bandana tied around his neck is cute.

Rating: 4/10, Certified #Least Sexy Ojama

[insomnia-arts]

At long last I've made a new Ojama!

Guess I'll have to take a new family photo soon, but anyway...

PRESENTING OJAMA PINK!

Much like his brothers, he is made of felt with a wire armature and spandex undies! He is completely posable and so grossly cute!!!

To see my other ojamas click the plush tag

[kite33]

committing sins against god

[dravidious]

I watched Yugioh GX many years ago and there was an episode where characters were talking about their "card crushes" and it took me a sec to realize they were talking about the art and I was like "Ha, who would ever have a crush on card art? How ridiculous!" But then I remembered...

Him

[shadowjackery]

The Gladdest Thing Under the Sun

I honestly thought we were supposed to wait a couple of days after the zine’s release, but, heck, everyone else is doing it, so here we are: My contribution to @gensokyozine​ . I’ve wanted to do this story for a while, so I hope you enjoy!

Descriptive text for the visually impaired or for easy quotation:

PAGE 1

Title: "Shadowjack presents: The Gladdest Thing under the Sun"

Yuuka Kazami, a youkai woman, climbs the cracked stone steps to the ramshackle Hakurei Shrine. She carries a parasol. Up the wooded hill, through the pines, stand the shrine gate and two guardian komainu -- one of whom, Aunn, is alive and waving cheerfully, tail wagging. The plum and cherry trees atop the hill are in bloom. Dandelions sprout as Yuuka passes.

PAGE 2, PANEL 1

Title: "Yuuka Kazami, Flower Mistress of the Four Seasons"

Yuuka wears a summer outfit that evokes the mid-20th century: a vest over a short-sleeved blouse with a necktie, a knee-length pencil skirt, hose and heels, a handkerchief neatly folded in her vest pocket. She also wears glossy leather gauntlets and tight sleeve garters. Her hair is bobbed and curled in 1930s fashion. Her eyes are slitted, like a snake's.

She rests her head on her hand and gazes up at Reimu, rapt. A cat with black and white fur, spotted something like a yin-yang ball, lies nearby, watching her carefully.

PAGE 2, PANEL 2

Title: "Reimu Hakurei, Mysterious Shrine Maiden of Paradise"

Reimu, a human woman with a long ponytail, looks down at Yuuka, sweating slightly. She says, "Um... you know..."

PAGE 2, PANEL 3

Reimu wears her usual red-white shrine maiden robes and ribbons, much patched and threadbare. She is barefoot on the porch, holding a broom.

Reimu: "When you look at me like that, I get the feeling I'm about to be CUT and PRESSED."

Yuuka is shocked. "Oh, my! I would NEVER. A wild flower is best viewed in its natural habitat, always!"

PAGE 2, PANEL 4

Reimu, smiling: "I'm a wildflower?"

Yuuka, grinning: "One of the best!"

PAGE 3, PANEL 1

Reimu greets Yuuka at the entrance to her residence. Yuuka bows formally. She has brought a package, wrapped in cloth with a floral pattern.

Yuuka: "Ojama shimasu."

Reimu: "Hai, hai."

Reimu: "Everything is flowers with you, isn't it?"

Yuuka: "It could hardly be otherwise, dear! I am what I am."

PAGE 3, PANEL 2

Yuuka takes off her shoes, while Reimu places the parasol on the weapons rack by the door. The top shelf holds scrolls, boxes labelled "needles" and "seals", and one Mk 2 hand grenade.

A large sign by the rack says in printed text, "Check ALL weapons before coming in! Including but not limited to: Swords, Axes, Bows, Spears, Guns, Wands, Staffs, Parasols, Lasers, Bombs, Poisons, Curses," and so on.

A handwritten post-it note has been tacked to it, saying, "SEIJA -- Do NOT obey this!"

Another, ripped and faded sign has been taped by the list, adding, "MARISA -- Whatever it is now: NO. I mean it."

There is a bullethole next to the sign.

A different yin-yang cat watches Yuuka.

Reimu says, "So what kind of flower is Marisa?"

Yuuka: "She reminds me of pampas grass."

Reimu: "?"

Yuuka: "One of a few varieties of cortaderia, somewhat resembling susuki."

PAGE 3, PANEL 3

The two women go inside where there's more shade.

Yuuka: "It's a fast-growing, invasive species that can contribute to rat infestations and dangerous wildfires."

Reimu, laughing: "A WEED!"

Yuuka: "But charming in its way."

PAGE 3, PANEL 4, OFFSET

Somewhere, Marisa sneezes.

PAGE 4, PANEL 1

In Reimu's kitchen, the two together prepare afternoon tea, while two different cats beg at their feet. Reimu pours hot water from a large kettle into a cast-iron teapot. Yuuka takes down bowls and cups, and opens up the Japanese-style lunchboxes she brought.

Yuuka has put on an apron that parodies the "piyo piyo apron" worn by Kyoko in the manga "Maison Ikkoku", but instead of a drawing of a baby chick on the chest, it has a drawing of a Dragon Quest slime, saying "suu suu".

Reimu: "You aren't bothered she stole the Master Spark from you?"

Yuuka: "Oh, Marisa didn't steal it from me! She bargained for it fairly."

Reimu stops what she's doing to turn toward Yuuka. "Bullshit."

Yuuka: "It's true! I was curious to learn a little magic, and in exchange for lessons I agreed to trade her a cutting."

Reimu: "Huh!"

Yuuka: "I don't mind helping another gardener to improve their art. She makes it bloom well, doesn't she?"

PAGE 4, PANEL 2

Yuuka carries a tray of sandwiches and snacks out of the kitchen.

Yuuka: "Besides... to cast it ONCE, she needs a device."

A surprise second Yuuka, with long hair, and wearing trousers instead of a skirt, whisks the teapot and cups from Reimu's hands, leaving Reimu with nothing to do.

Yuuka, the second: "But I by myself can cast it TWICE."

PAGE 5, PANEL 1

Only one Yuuka again. Yuuka and Reimu kneel on the veranda to take their tea. One yin-yang cat nearby sprawls asleep in the sun, an orange tabby circles curiously, and a third cat sulks by Reimu.

Reimu: "Okay, then how about... Alice?"

Yuuka: "Ohhh... Alice is special. With her pride and ingenuity, she bears the seed of great potential for power."

PAGE 5, PANEL 2

Yuuka beams with enthusiasm. She says, "Why, if one could but prune away a few of her mortal failings -- such as 'restraint' or 'mercy' -- she could make a truly MARVELLOUS youkai!"

We can now observe that Yuuka's necktie is not knotted, but instead held by a silver woggle marked with a "lily of the valley" emblem.

PAGE 5, PANEL 3

Yuuka blushes happily. "She might even be stronger than I. Wouldn't that be an interesting day?" A heart floats in her words.

Reimu tries to hide her concern. She thinks, "Ganbatte, Alice-san..." But only says out loud, "...er, uh... and Yukari?"

PAGE 6, PANEL 1

Yuuka grins wolfishly. "Yukari and I have an arrangement: She doesn't meddle in my garden, and I don't BURN DOWN hers."

Reimu: "Isn't it weird that a youkai of FLOWERS is so good at fighting?"

Yuuka: "I'm surprised to hear that from a Japanese!"

Reimu: "You say that like you're not."

PAGE 6, PANEL 2

Yuuka: "I am known in many lands, by many names, wherever flowers grow."

Yuuka narrates the scene from the foreground, wearing a woman's kimono and lacquered okobo sandals. She carries now a Japanese-style paper parasol. Her hair is tied up in a bun with a cherry-blossom kanzashi, and she wears a sunflower hair ornament. She is surrounded by flowers: chrysanthemum, hollyhock, and birthwort, and above her spreads blooming sakura.

Yuuka: "Did not your own samurai describe themselves as cherry blossoms, and fight for emperor and shogun under the banners of the chrysanthemum and hollyhock?"

In the midground, two armored samurai clash. The lower-status one has fallen to the ground; the richer has a bloody slash across his left eye. He swings his sword and chops the grounded man's spear in two, but the other is undaunted.

In the background, an army of horse and foot mounts the top of the hill, banners billowing.

PAGE 7, PANEL 1

Now Yuuka narrates wearing a huipil dress with embroidered shawl, and simple leather slippers. Her hair is done in buns, with a Mexican sunflower by her ear. A hummingbird flies near her. Growing around her are Aztec marigold, dahlias, banana yucca, and Mexican hat flowers.

Yuuka: "Across the sea to your east, the mighty Mexica gathered their 'hummingbird' soldiers to send to the 'Flower Wars' (they named them) to gather honor, blood, and sacrifices."

In the midground, the fighters are now two Nahuatl, one poor, one rich with a slashed left eye. The poorer one wears only a loincloth, and has a shield slung over his shoulder. His shield is painted with a hummingbird design, and from it hang a few feathers. The richer soldier wears a full-body jaguar costume, and wields a macuahuitl war-club. The poor soldier leaps to his feet and tackles his enemy, disarming him.

In the background, an army of Aztecs battle below a stepped pyramid and high mountains.

PAGE 7, PANEL 2

Now Yuuka narrates wearing men's doublet and hose, embroidered with fleur-de-lis and tulips, along with knee-high riding boots and gauntlets. Around her neck is a sunflower pendant. On her shoulder perches a falcon. About her feet, and entangling the narration boxes, are red, white, and yellow roses.

Yuuka: "And to the far west, the lords of the English struggled for a choice of kingly roses, red Lancaster or snowy York."

In the midground, the fighters are now two Englishmen, again one poorer, the other richer with the eye injury. The poorer soldier has some mail pieces and a simple brimmed helmet; the richer has plate armor, a full helm, and a shield. The rich fighter is overthrown, his foe about to stab him through the visor with his own arming sword.

In the background, mounted knights charge a line of archers behind wooden stakes. A church or fort stands on hills in the far distance.

Yuuka: "Flowers and War have always been intertwined."

PAGE 7, PANEL 3

We return to Reimu's veranda and cherry trees.

Reimu: "You've seen so many strange places... Do you have a favorite?"

Yuuka: "...it was in the west, in Flanders, perhaps a hundred years ago."

PAGE 8, PANEL 1

Yuuka invisibly narrates: "Such a war, Reimu! The men burrowed like moles, or took to the air like kites."

Above barbed wire, two airplanes spit tracers at each other. It is World War One.

PAGE 8, PANEL 2

Yuuka: "They plowed the earth with cannon, night and day."

Shirtless German artillerymen fire their gun amid sandbags. Something explodes close by.

PAGE 8, PANEL 3

Yuuka: "They slew by shot and poison, fire and blade."

A gasmasked French soldier, armed with pistol and entrenching tool, cautiously moves down a trench. An unseen enemy waits around the corner with rifle and bayonet.

PAGE 8, PANEL 4

Yuuka: "And for no purpose that I could see, no treasure nor slave."

Barbed wire and ruined buildings.

PAGE 8, PANEL 5

Yuuka, narrating: "The destruction was so maniacal it seemed no tree, no blade of grass, would ever grow there again. I thought you humans had gone absolutely mad!"

Yuuka, wearing colorful hat, coat, and umbrella, stands on a windy no-man's land, surrounded by dull mud and broken pieces. Tracer fire crosses the sky, coming from a distant machine-gun nest. She notices, but does not bother to avoid, the few bullets that land near her.

Yuuka, narrating: "But it was I who did not understand your passion. When I learned your true intentions, I was deeply humbled."

PAGE 8, PANEL 6

Yuuka, narrating: "Did you know, Reimu? You can find graves in the wild by how the flowers grow. (Bone meal makes such good fertilizer.)"

The corpse of a soldier lies upon the ruined earth. But near his outstretched arm, a single bluebell, and a few patches of grass, have sprouted.

PAGE 8, PANEL 7

Now there are no bodies, but grass and wildflowers and bumblebees cover the ground. A shattered helmet has a flower growing through the holes.

Yuuka, narrating: "I tell you that after this great war, those fields FLUORISHED with color. Rainbows spilled on seas of green grass!"

PAGE 9

Yuuka, narrating: "And ever after, all through those lands, the people wore blood-red poppies, to remember and give thanks to their kindred who slept below, for this sight they had worked so hard to create."

Yuuka wears early-20th century men's hunting clothes: a sturdy jacket and breeches with knee-high boots and gloves. Her curled hair is in a loose pompadour. As ever, she has a parasol. The sun shines warmly. The hill Yuuka walks down is covered in grass and bright red poppy flowers, stretching on forever. The plants almost completely cover a few remaining pieces of military hardware: a broken machine-gun, a lost helmet, a twist of barbed wire. Yuuka smiles.

Yuuka, narrating: "Tens of thousands of men willingly buried themselves for nothing better than the GLORY of FLOWERS!"

PAGE 9, PANEL 2, INSET

We return to Reimu's veranda. Yuuka clutches a handkerchief, almost overcome with romantic tears.

Yuuka: "It was the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen!"

Reimu stares at her and says nothing.

PAGE 10, PANEL 1

Yuuka says, "Excuse me!", wipes her tears, and takes out her compact to redo her makeup.

Reimu thinks, "Yuuka is one of my oldest friends, but she really is a monster, isn't she? I don't even know how to BEGIN to explain the truth to her... or if I even should."

PAGE 10, PANEL 2

Title: "FLOWERS appearing in this story."

Many cut flowers are arranged on a wooden surface, with identifying captions. In no particular order, they are: primrose, fleur-de-lis (yellow iris), common sunflower, anemone, dandelion, Mexican sunflower, tulip, rose, cempoalxóchitl (Aztec marigold), dahlia, banana yucca, Mexican hat flower, pineapple sage, bee orchid, celandine, Flanders poppy, lily-of-the-valley, bluebell, daffodil, kiku (chrysanthemum), aoi (birthwort), hollyhock, ume (Japanese plum), and sakura (Japanese cherry).

PAGE 10, PANEL 3

In a simplified art style:

Reimu pats Alice on the shoulder and says, "Alice, we sure attract some weird ones, don't we?"

Alice wears her usual workdress and hairband, but also has sturdy explosive ordnance disposal goggles and gloves. She is inserting a stick of dynamite into the back of a Hatsune Miku doll. Other dolls and marionettes (and one teddy bear) fill the room, all with visible dynamite fuzes sticking out of their heads, and all with glowing eyes.

Alice says, "Don't disturb me when I'm setting the explosive charges! If they went off, they could hurt the dolls."

Reimu: "...This is why she likes you, you know."

Alice: "?"

END

[gxweek]

GX Pop-up Cafe celebrating the 20th anniversary of GX on October 6th, featuring new official artwork

Dishes

Drawbread (Golden Egg, Croquette, Yakisoba, Pizza)

Judai's Gotcha! Fried Shrimp Pasta

Underground Duel Ramen

Shou vs. Kenzan! Aniki Donburi

Wicked Canon Curry

Desserts

Manjoume Black Sundae

Manjoume White Sundae

Obelisk Blue Queen, Asuka's Panna Cotta

Time Capsule Pudding

Fubuki 10join Banana Cake

Keep Running Forward! New Journey Tiramisu

Drinks

Elemental Hero Neos (strawberry syrup, yogurt drink)

Ojama King (black sesame milk, strawberry flakes)

Cyber End Dragon (calpis soda, blood orange syrup, blue curacao syrup)

Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon (cola, cranberry syrup, mixed berries)

Cyber Blader (cranberry juice, mint)

Super Vehicroid Jumbo Drill (cafe latte, banana syrup, chocolate)

Ultimate Tyranno (black tea, lemon syrup)

Water Dragon (mojito syrup, sprite, blue pine jelly)

Maiden in Love (yogurt drink)

Ancient Gear Golem (grenadine syrup, curacao syrup, black lemon jelly, club soda)

Destiny Hero Plasma (cassis syrup, berry jelly, club soda)

Rainbow Dragon (ramune syrup, calpis soda)

Fossil Warrior Skull King (brown sugar syrup, soymilk)

Volcanic Doomfire (grenadine syrup, blackcurrant syrup, oolong tea, berries)

Yubel, the Ultimate Nightmare (curacao syrup, grape jelly, calpis soda, pineapple)

[merryfortune]

Touch Tag

August 14th: Post-Canon | Games | Horror

Title: Touch Tag

Ship: Boreshipping | Jim/Manjoume

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! GX

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,264

Tags: Canon Compliant, Sports, Touch Starved

   …What was he doing?

   Based on his covert observations from up on the second floor of the dorm looking out over the grassy acres it belonged to, Manjoume had concluded that it was clearly Karen’s playtime but he wasn’t actually sure what game was being played. If it was a game at all. It involved a ball but it didn’t look like an actual ball game. Maybe drills? Some kind of practice?

   Bah, it didn’t matter. He had much better things to do with his time than to watch Jim and his dumb crocodile punt a ball between each other. Surely. Yup, surely, he had something better to do. Like rearrange the dust on his windowpane or something. He was on top of his studies, his deck was as peak as it was going to get, he was certain…

    And, yet, there was not much else to occupy Manjoume in his eight by eight room that he would love to claim that he had all to himself but very much didn’t thanks to the three Ojama Brother spirits who cohabited with him. So, mostly against his will, his brain bricked with boredom, Manjoume kept hovering by the windowsill.

   “If ya wanna play, why don’t ya jus’ go down there an’ play, boss?” Ojama Yellow asked.

   “I don’t want to play some dumb game with Jim.” Manjoume huffed, cheeks going red and his body very much going a different direction to what he had said.

   Ojama Yellow snickered with his brethren as they farewelled Manjoume as he marched himself down the wooden steps and right over to where Jim and Karen were situated. He looked down his nose at the pair as they passed the pointed egg shaped ball between each other, Jim using his hand and Karen batting it back with her tail. Manjoume held himself to make himself look intimidating but based on the blank stare that Jim was giving from underneath his Akubra, it wasn’t working.

   “What’s up?” Jim asked.

   “Not much.” Manjoume replied stiffly.

   The breeze swirled between them and the silence. 

   “Did you… need something?”Jim asked.

   “Grawr.” Karen piped up, seemingly annoyed that Jim had halted her very important playtime.

   “Er, just wanted to know what you were up to, I guess.” Manjoume admitted but he sounded like he was pulling teeth.

   “Just… passin’ the footy ‘round. You want in?” Jim asked.

   “The footy?” Manjoume echoed.

   “Yeah, the footy.” Jim replied and he held up the ball a little higher.

   It was branded to a sports team that Manjoume didn’t recognise but even if he was familiar with the intricacies of Australia’s big teams, it was faded as all hell, too. He could barely make out anything beyond vague lettering and what was probably a diamond shape once.

   “You ever played footy before?” Jim asked and he started to get keen a bit, shook out his shoulders and if Manjoume didn’t know any better, he would describe his eyes as having a gleam of national pride.

   “Do Australians call it football or soccer?” Manjoume said.

   “We call it soccer but footy’s different to soccer and different again to football, if you're imagining the American one, anyway, we call that gridiron and don’t play it much. And it's different again to rugby, if that’s what you're familiar with, but we do like a bit of rugby but I like footy best. Or, y’know, Aussie rules, if you know it by that name.”

   “You are not speaking any language I know.” Manjoume replied after Jim’s little spiel on the intricacies of sport down under and elsewhere. 

   “It's easy, promise.” Jim said. “Just don’t let the ball hit the ground, pass from the side, and since it's your first time playing, we won’t be playing tackle. We’ll play touch, instead, its non-contact, instead, you gotta grab at, uh… gimme a second, I’ve got some hankies we can use.”

   Manjoume watched, puzzled, as Jim made the absolute bare minimum and honestly confusing attempt to explain the rules - and prepare him for the game. He tore in half a pair of handkerchiefs that he was carrying around and gave two strips to Manjoume, who accepted very limply, and the other. He hooked them around his belt hooks, not too tight, Manjoume noticed. All he knew was that his ears pricked up at “touch” and “non-contact” for some reason - and good reason, too, as Jim had a bit more to say on the topic.

   “You're a bit… delicate so this’ll work well for ya.” Jim said.

   “Hey.” Manjoume growled. “I’m not delicate. We can play tackle.”

   “Nah, let’s start with tag, I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt, is all.” Jim said.

   Manjoume’s brow furrowed further, “No, I’m tough, I can totally play tackle.”

   “Alright then big guy, bowl me over. Knock me down. Do it.” Jim coaxed Manjoume, cockily tilting his chin up.

   “I will.” Manjoume replied and without warning, he was straight at Jim.

   Jim, however, was practically yawning. He played with a crocodile for Christ’s sake, no way was the living toothpick which was Manjoume going to knock him over but good on him for trying and he was trying hard. He was grunting and groaning, pushing into Jim’s breast as hard as he could, kicking up dirt clouds behind as all he moved was just his breath. Jim, meanwhile, was rock hard and standing still as a statue.

   “Point proven yet or do you need some more time?” Jim asked.

   “Argh, fine.” Manjoume gave up.

   His hackles went up and he folded his arms crossly. He stared intently as he waited for Jim to explain more of the rules to this touch-tag Aussie rules footy thing.

    “So, the goal is to get the footy across the line to score a point and the other goal is to get me out by taking my tags.” Jim said and he placed the ball on the ground. “When you get my tags, or if I get yours, we pause, we go back to where it happened and do one of these ones.”

   Jim demonstrated what he meant by “one of these ones”. He put his foot on top of the ball, very softly kicked it maybe half an inch behind him and then picked it up. He tapped it against his foot, as well. It seemed like a very odd ritual but Manjoume shrugged.

   “Normally, when you have a team, you pass it back and someone’s behind you to pick it up but for us, this’ll do to slow down the pace of the game. Oh, and if it happens three times, ball switches hands.”

   “Right, got it.” Manjoume replied, chewing on it.

   “Clear as mud, yeah?” Jim laughed. “Let’s get into it then, you’ll pick it up better playing.”

   “Okay.” Manjoume replied, still chewing on all his vowels.

   He glanced at Karen who opened her maw at him then closed it noiselessly. She seemed okay with watching them play rather than participating. But Manjoume felt very awkward about playing a sport he’d never played before.

   Still, he and Jim lined each other up and Jim tossed the ball in the air. Whoever got it, got it. It went up, up, up, and Manjoume scrambled to catch it but with his taller stature and longer limbs, and his experience playing the game as well, Jim managed to catch the ball.

   He hooked it under his arm and he took off. It was only then that Manjoume realised he had no idea where the boundaries or how long the field they were playing in was but Jim was booking it - and so he was, too. He scrambled after Jim but it was too late.

   At just the edge of the schoolyard, Jim dunked the ball down and proclaimed he’d scored a point. It pissed Manjoume off,  of course, but at the same time. The red in his cheeks wasn’t just from running full pelt for basically no reason out of nowhere and same for how his heart raced. Jim just looked so effortless playing this sport,  how he grinned, it was absolutely cheeky. The tags hanging off his belt flapped victoriously as he showboated.

   “Let’s try again.” Jim beamed. 

   “Yeah.” Manjoume huffed.

   They both circled back to where they had started the game. Karen, at the sidelines, thrashed her tail around and growled, happy that her friend was in the lead but her guttural cries inspired Manjoume. He had to do better this time. He just had to. And so, he absolutely had a fire in his belly for what follows.

   Jim punted the football upwards into the air again and Manjoume tried his hardest to get it. He brought all his weight down and jumped up as high as he could - and he felt like he could touch the sky. The sun blinding in his eyes, the salty sweat on his brow. His fingers just brushed the texture of the football but Manjoume didn’t bring it home. He just missed.

   “Unlucky.” Jim taunted him as he once again won the one-on-one scrum.

   He was laughing as Manjoume turned around, skidding on his heel. He full-on bolted. All he could see was the white, dangling fabrics of the tags flying off Jim’s belt loops. And so, he went for it.

   Hard.

   Even though they had established before playing that Manjoume was a twig and Jim was basically a brick wall, he went for it. He smashed into Jim from behind, grabbing the tags, practically frothing at the mouth for them as he tried to pull them off.

   It was a glorious few seconds for Manjoume. Blood pounded in his head. He felt the spirit of sportsmanship deep in the bowels of his soul. He was going to win. Or, bare minimum, he was going to make the point score one all. 

    Manjoume’s arms swung wide. He made his stance low and as powerful as he could. He felt like a raging bull, tail swishing and horns glinting all the same as if they had been real. He crash-tackled into Jim and Jim crumpled. Manjoume hugged him tight around his waist, his head butted Jim’s chest and knocked the wind out of him.

   At impact, Jim twisted the wrong way. His eyes opened wide and frantic. He lost footing and went down so, so slowly it felt. Manjoume grappled him wildly. Hands went everywhere in the effort to find the tags which were attached to Jim’s belt loops. Victoriously, at the end of such a crash, Manjoume did it.

   He ripped free the torn in half hankies and it was glorious.

   For all the couple seconds where it mattered before both landed with a thud. 

   Karen lifted her head briefly and blinked. The noise disturbed the grass and caused a dust cloud to bloom up around them. Jim and Manjoume both groaned as dizziness descended upon them, heavy like a cloak.

   Manjoume had Jim pinned underneath him. The position was compromising. Manjoume had one leg in between Jim’s and the other over Jim’s left leg. He’d taken all the fall on his knees and wrists, the jarring sensation wracked all of him, competing - and winning - over the brewing embarrassment as Jim looked up at him. Surprised. Fully aware of everything with a slackened jaw.

   “What the hell…?” Jim exclaimed in disbelief. “Where the devil were you keeping that, boy?”

   Manjoume’s stare turned intense as his eleventh hour determination began to dawn on him. Jim looked so spindly and vulnerable underneath him, long and lanky body with outdoorsy musculature which strained his grass-stain proofed clothes. He swallowed thickly and felt Jim’s eyes watched, a little too carefully, as his larynx bobbed up and down in his throat.

   Manjoume raked his fingers through the dirt. This was… This was a bit much for someone who wasn’t hugged enough as a kid, Manjoume realised.

   “Oh, uh, sorry.” Manjoume stammered and he scrambled off the top of Jim. Heart racing.

   Manjoume was awkward and gawky, trying too hard to be fast and that slowed him down. He got there in the end but pummelled Jim first as Manjoume reefed himself back and sat in the grass. His coat flounced as he stopped.

   “Er, good game, I guess?” Jim offered as he peeled himself off the ground. He didn’t look at Manjoume as he smacked dirt and grass off himself. “You seemed tuckered out.”

   “Yeah, that took everything out of me.” Manjoume replied.

   Jim smirked and then faced Manjoume forward. He offered his hand to shake.

   “Draw?” Jim suggested. “Not a total wooden spooner if we’re evens-Stephens.”

   “Yeah, sure.” Manjoume agreed.

   He resolved to return Jim’s handshake upon the invitation. If a little reluctantly as he had all sorts of feelings about the climax of their match. Endorphins made his teenage angst fuzzy as he took his sweet time to shake Jim’s hand. 

   His blood droned in his ears as he realised, he was back to the start. Watching Jim a little too carefully for it to be platonic interest. Manjoume hurried up. To get it over and done with even though before he even slid his hand against Jim’s palm, he knew he wouldn’t want to let go afterwards.

   Jim didn’t say a word waiting on Manjoume to hurry up before he finally did. Jim’s hand was firm and calloused. Manjoume’s was flimsy by comparison but he did his best to match the energy of well meaning sportsmanship that Jim was offering him.

   They shook on it but both took a little bit too long to let go.

[morningdawnknight]

My Duel Academy Life is Wrong as I Expected Chapter 7 - Even If You Write the Correct Answers Down, Nothing Will Change

Fandom: My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU, Yu-Gi-Oh!

Series Summary: Having zero passion for Dueling or even Duel Monsters, Hachiman Hikigaya is the last person you would expect to even attempt to enter the most elite high school for upcoming Pro-Duelists and Card Designers in Japan and yet here he is. Wielding an Ojama Deck, this loser loner is forced to butt into the lives of other students after his dorm Resident Advisor, Professor Hiratsuka Shizuka, forces him to join the Service Club along with Yukino Yukinoshita, the Ice Queen of Obelisk Blue. Together, their clashing personalities and viewpoints must compromise as they attempt to solve problems around Duel Academy Island.

Chapter Summary: Hachiman Hikigaya gets flagged by Professor Shizuka Hiratsuka for his anti-thesis on having a goal in life. Meanwhile, Zaimokuza crashes the Service Club so he can attempt to better understand the inner workings of how lore and card effects work hand in hand.

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Excerpt:

Sighing, I looked through the door. Inside the clubroom, with the windows open as to allow the wind to funnel through, was a chubby man with silver hair tied back in a ponytail with his Slifer Red Duel Disk on and Duel Gazer already set. He was wearing a brown longcoat over his Slifer jacket and– Huh? 

I opened the door.

“What are you doing here?” I asked Zaimokuza.

“Hachiman!” he said, smirking. “I require assistance and the great plunderer we call Tomioka had told me of this existence!”

“Is he, like, your friend?” Yuigahama asked.

“No,” I told her.

“He knows your name,” Yukinoshita said.

“He’s just my roommate,” I told her.

“Just your roommate?” Zaimokuza said before bellowing out a feigned chuckle. “Hachiman and I are not merely roommates, our destinies are inexplicably intertwined! Just as Monk of the Tenyi gathers his strength from Tenyi Spirit – Adhara, so too I gain my strength from Hachiman. ‘Why?’ or ‘How?’ you might ask. Well, the answer is quite simple: we are the reincarnations of the great god Hachiman and the legendary shogun Zaimokuza!”

“Is this like that pharaoh and priest thing?” Yuigahama asked.

“No,” I told her. “It’s a simple case of chuunibyou.”

“Chuunibyou?” Yukinoshita asked.

“Chuunibyou, also known as Eighth Grader Syndrome, is when a person has delusions of grandeur,” I explained. “They believe they are the main character of some kind of urban fantasy light novel, so to speak. In fact, Zaimokuza has it easy. I have a friend of a friend who had it worse.”

“Worse?” Yukinoshita looked at me. “How could something be possibly worse than that?”

I cleared my throat. “In the beginning, the universe was created by three syncretic deities of chaos, order, and void. These three deities fought for dominance and the resulting clash created the wor– That was close! I almost gave out lore.”

[nettleshuttle]

so, welcome to my ted talk! today’s topic: an attempt to put together all my thoughts on chazz in an at least slightly coherent manner

honestly, there’s a lot of these — as of now, he’s one of my favorite characters from the whole ygo series and definitely among the ones i find most interesting, although gx itself does him pretty dirty most od the time (more on that later). when i encountered him first in the show, i was actually kinda surprised/disappointed to see him established as the main rival figure — i mean, really, he was supposed to take over after kaiba? that bland, stuck-up, good-for-nothing guy? but then his later arcs really captivated me, up to the point where i was crying during his society of light duel against jaden and i begun to really appreciate him, so i guess here we are; as i’m still not over much of his character, i’m going to try to break down my favorite/the most important parts of it and see what comes out of it. if you’re still reading that, feel warned that you’re up for a long-ass post

first of all: a definite cornerstone of everything that chazz has going on, so the “talented, successful, arrogant, popular dueling ace” to “ridiculed drop-out underachieving ojama user” pipeline. needless to say, i really love this whole idea, as it’s frankly a take on gifted kid burnout, not handling expectations, not handling not handling stuff and a meaningful self-restoration after all that. it may be difficult to trace, because chazz remains arrogant throughout, but he’s going through a lot of personal growth — and quite realistic at that. the “hitting rock bottom” which he talks about (or bottom of the barrel, as it’s for some reason also being translated) seems ridiculous for a guy who’s, like, on the second most privileged place in life possible. yet, he really feels like he’s lost everything after the downfall he’d taken — and that’s exactly how such stuff works. the even better part that comes from it? as he plainly says, what osiris red really taught him is how little he knew about life. he never hit “rock bottom”, even though it felt like it — but he learned to scramble up and pull himself together after whatever fall it was, which, alone, makes him (and the other osiris reds, i infer) more broad-minded, more aware and stronger than all the obelisk blue elites which have never tasted defeat. that’s a very epic take and a very needed one, if you ask me — just like using a zero-atk hopeless ojama deck rather than some powerhouse of a card set as some blue eyes 2.0 doesn’t make him weaker than any duelist playing the latter, because he knows both and still chose the former. because that’s what suits him, that’s who he is — and although he lost all the pride he once had, he found much more of it on his own later. actually, the pathetic-dignified dichotomy works really well for him — he uses the ojamas, which elicit little more than a snicker from any respectable duelist, but he’s proud because he plays using them and nothing else, like when he deliberately nerfed his deck to sole 0-atks before dueling his older brother. he’s definitely struggling a lot; losing, falling back to his old self, fixating on the need to get revenge on jaden, losing again, scrambling up somehow, getting brainwashed, losing some more, but in all that, he’s getting somewhere — painstakingly and, at times, without any recognition of what he’s doing, but he’s improving in his own way and he is so much stronger and prouder than all who look down on him, all who are what he once had been, before all the losing and the struggling and the pathetic stuff. and i think that’s just great. besides, all of this — the desperation, jealousy, fear, weakness, confusion — make him come off as so much more human than characters like (with all due respect) jaden or jesse and make his development feel so realistic and rewarding.

some more on the decks he uses; i like the way he is shown to juggle multiple archetypes, ranging from armed dragon, to VWXZ dragon catapult, to ojamas — i talked about it a bit already, but i also think him not sticking to a single deck is a good way of showing how he’s in the process of developing all the time. trying out different things, mixing them, getting ridiculous combinations, going for them anyway, going back to some previous stuff, mixing that in too — that’s a real nice metaphor for how finding out stuff about yourself works, developing the optimal ways of doing things that suit you, your own ways of combating your own problems. of course, the three ojamas are a laughingstock next to kaiba’s three blue eyes (or tbh pretty much any other ace monster), but they’re the best representation of what i had laid out in the previous paragraph — i often think about his promotion duel, where the obelisk blue guy chazz faced was so disappointed seeing the ojamas, kept saying how they were a disgrace and how he had looked up to chazz in earlier times, but now considers him just an underachiever and a loser. the way how chazz almost spitefully uses the ojamas to win never ceases to make me happy because he’s making a statement of doing things his own damn way. even if they’re less efficient, weaker, anything, even if he actually loses the duel as a result (like the society of light one against jaden) because, ultimately, there are so much more important things — like when ed said that chazz needs to defeat a certain monster rather than win the game, which was a perfectly accurate summing up. losing with the ojamas is better than winning with anything else because the ojamas are his — and i find it really heartwarming, somehow.

then what does it all actually lead to? character growth is nice when it’s conclusive. what do we actually get for chazz? i mentioned that gx does him dirty and i will stick to it to my dying breath — his development could have been handled so much better (especially his relationship with jaden; even asuka got a more satisfying ending in that aspect) if the show didn’t use him as a scapegoat each time some shit needed to be stirred up or a duel needed to be lost. still, there are some really rewarding scenes to his character — most have to do with the popularity and renown he had enjoyed, then lost, then got back tenfold. “manjoume thunder!” being chanted and yelled and cheered comes off as a rolling joke more than anything else, especially along with the 1-10-100-1000 countdown (count-up?), but it’s actually much needed too — they really should let him have some of the recognition and applause. he deserves it. the empowerment coming from those scenes is great and the cringer it is, the greater it gets, because, come on, that’s chazz we’re talking about, right? his career as a pro duelist has much to do with it and i’m so glad each time i see it developed in post-canon fanfics — with his ojama deck, weird attitude and drop-out reputation, he’s not cut out to be a pro. not talent, not any gift, definitely not destiny — but, in a strange way, there’s nothing that would suit him more. he’s made for the dueling arena, for the spectators and the publicity, but he’s choosing to enter the pro world in his own way, with his own ojama deck, his own ojama yellow ace and the rest of his own identity — and that’s good enough to best ed phoenix, the guy who beat kaiser’s ass into the dirt, because that’s precisely where chazz’s strength comes from. and even if he used a more optimal deck, if he stayed in obelisk blue or god-knows-what, i like to think (and am quite certain) that he never would have gotten that far. so yeah, that would be a great ending for chazz, all in all, if his relationship with jaden wasn’t left practically unaddressed, which was definitely not the way it should have been treated — but even though i love this ship with all my heart and could ramble on it literally without end, maybe it’s best to leave that for some other (indefinite) time. the whole thing is, of course, a very crucial part of chazz’s character, but i think there a limit to amount of gx rambling anyone can feasibly process and i’ve surpassed it some time ago already. also i’m not even mentioning the whole thing with asuka because, try as i might, i fail to see any real reason or purpose for it, apart from some cheap comic relief stunt pulled by the creators. so no.

long story short — chazz is a great character, realistic and relatable (i should stop calling myself out), with a development that is really uplifting when you really consider it, made even better by some very epic scenes that he wholly deserves. arguably, i’d also call him the best ygo rival figure, but since that’s easily debatable, i’m not going into that too much. and, of course, thanks for coming to my ted talk (sorry, i’ve always wanted to finish an essay post that way <33)

[puzzledmemories]

Muses

Yugi Muto

Age: 16-18+ Birthday: 06/04 Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: panromantic asexual

The chosen vessel of the Nameless Pharaoh. Please don't call him that, he'll insist he's not anyone special. Yugi's just your average high schooler! He didn't have many friends until one day, after putting together the Millennium Puzzle, he wished for friends. Now Yugi's got the best group of friends a guy could ever wish for! Oh, and he keeps running into trouble related to card games and magic.

Yami/Atem

Age: 16-18+ Birthday: 06/02 Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: demiromantic asexual

The Nameless Pharaoh. Stuck in the Millennium Puzzle for so long, he lost all his memories and became a vengeful spirit. With the power of shadow games at his disposal, he did everything in his power to protect Yugi. Staying by Yugi's side, he came to learn about friendship. Together, as equals, Yugi helped him search for his lost memories. Oh, and he keeps running into trouble related to card games and magic.

Ryou Bakura

Age: 16-18+ Birthday: 09/02 Pronouns: he/they Sexuality: panromantic asexual

Once upon a time, Ryou came into possession of the Millennium Ring, though he'd rather not tell you how. In turn, the ring began possessing him. The spirit of the Millennium Ring had its own goals and plans, and it determined Ryou was the perfect host. Eventually, he came to meet Yugi and Yugi's friends. This group of friends continued to extend friendship to Ryou, no matter what the spirit of the ring used Ryou to do. Once rid of the Millennium Ring and its spirit, Ryou has tried to move on and finally live a normal life. When he runs into trouble, it usually involves card games and magic.

Jun Manjoume

Age: 18+ Birthday: 08/01 Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: biromantic asexual

Jun was born to the Manjoume family; a very wealthy, very powerful family within the GX universe. As a result, Jun developed a very arrogant attitude towards thepeople around him. Jun started out at Duel Academia as an Obelisk Blue, the highest scoring dorm in the school. Jun treated the other students around him as beneath him, especially if they were from the Yellow or Red dorms. The Manjoume family's ambitions for Jun were for Jun to control the world of dueling. These ambitions, however, were continuously thwarted by other duelists in the school defeating him in duels, especially one Judai Yuki. Humiliated and frustrated, Jun briefly transfers schools, where he learns to duel with whatever cards he can find, rather than just his perfectly crafted deck. Jun rises to the top of his new school and takes on Judai in a battle between their schools. Jun is once again defeated, humiliated, and disowned by his family on live national television. Jun decided from there to transfer back to Duel Academia, though becoming a transfer student places him down in the Red dorm, instead of where he started at Blue. Jun crafts a new dueling style based around cards most might consider to be weak due to poor stats, his main strategies revolving around the Ojama Brothers and the Armed Dragon series. From there, Jun gets involved in adventures that are each wilder than the last, until he eventually graduates. By the time he graduates, Jun achieves his goal of becoming a professional duelist. Since originally transferring schools, Jun has been able to see Duel Spirits, the spirits of monsters from the game known as Duel Monsters.

Johan Andersen

Age: 18+ Birthday: 06/11 Pronouns: he/they Sexuality: panromantic asexual

Much of Johan's life before his third year of high school is shrouded in mystery. Johan has been able to see Duel Spirits, the sprities of monsters from the game known as Duel Monsters, for a long time, if not his entire life. Johan is a duelist acknowledged by Pegasus himself as one of the best. After winning a tournament, Johan was gifted the Crystal Beast deck by Pegasus, who could tell the Crystal Beasts had chosen him as their duelist. After acquiring the Crystal Beasts, Johan begins to search for the ace of his deck which has not yet been found and turned into a card: Rainbow Dragon. During his third year of high school, Johan transfers to Duel Academia. Soon after, the school is sent to an entirely different dimension where Duel Spirits hold far more power. Pegasus, during this time, finds Rainbow Dragon and turns it into a card for Johan. Through the power of technology, Rainbow Dragon is sent to Johan. Rainbow Dragon has the power to transport people between dimensions, so Johan makes use of the card to send Duel Academia and its students back to their original dimension. The adventure is far from over for Johan, however; he is left behind in the process, and the Duel Spirit that originally transported Duel Academia to the dimension where Johan is now left at their mercy...

Post-Canon, Johan's canon career is left a mystery. However, I will operate on my own headcanons for Johan for this. Johan works for Solomon Muto at his game shop for a time while taking a break from dueling after graduating Duel Academia. Some time later on, Johan returns to dueling and becomes a professional duelist.

Rua (Yugioh 5D's)

Age: 11-13+ Birthday: 06/20 Pronouns: he/him (wants to know if he can eat those) Sexuality: grayromantic asexual

Rua's very excited to be here! Rua loves to duel! He doesn't have any special powers like his sister, Ruka, and for most of the time that the Crimson Dragon is part of his life, he doesn't know he's a Signer. That doesn't keep him down, though! Rua loves to hang out with his friends, duel, and have fun! Despite his own lack of powers, he's used to magic in his life. Between his sister and his friends having magic powers, he's accepted it as something real and natural.

Rio Kamishiro

Alias: Merag Age: 14+ Birthday: 11/02 Pronouns: she/her Sexuality: panromantic asexual (Please note: Rio's birthdate was randomly generated.) Rio is the twin sister of Ryoga "Shark" Kamishiro. Rio was critically injured in a fire at a younger age, and fell into a coma until after the World Duel Carnival. After Rio recovered, she quickly developed a reputation of her own around school; behind her cute appearance stood a queen of ice who excelled in her own right. Rio can perform well in not just duels, but any sport. She's well aware of her brother's negative reputation, and knows she has to be strong for both of them, and so she can't be used against him. However, Rio has another identity: one of the Seven Barian Emperors, Rio is also known as Merag. For the sake of Barian World, Merag and her brother, Nash, turned against their friends. After the defeat of Don Thousand, Rio returned to her human life.

Yuma Tsukumo

Age: 13+ Birthday: 08/16 Pronouns: he/they Sexuality: panromantic asexual

(WIP)

Ryoga "Shark" Kirishima

Alias: Nasch Age: 14+ Birthday: 11/02 Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: none of your business

(Please note: Nasch's birthday was randomly generated.)

(WIP)

Yuri (Yugioh Arc V)

Age: 14 Birthday: 01/22 Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: grayromantic asexual

(Please note: Yuri's birthdate was randomly generated.)

Yuri is but a piece of the duelist formerly known as Zarc, who was forced into four separate people by four certain cards. When Zarc was split in four, the world as we know it was split in four as well, creating four separate dimensions. Yuri lives in the Fusion Dimension and attends Duel Academy. Yuri is a very strong duelist who the school's leader, Leo, entrusts special missions to. At the same time, however, Leo knows the duelist Yuri once was as Zarc, and ultimately, doesn't trust Yuri. Yuri relishes in the chance to instill fear and pain into his enemies.

Yusaku Fujiki (Vrains)

Age: 16 Birthday: 10/13 Pronouns: he/they Sexuality: biromantic asexual

Ten years ago, six children were kidnapped as part of the Lost Incident. For six months, these children were forced to duel without end, and any losses were punished by torture, until the children were found and freed. Ones of these children was named Yusaku Fujiki. Ten years after the fact, Yusaku still feels trapped in that incident. He feels he needs answers, and his answers lead him to a virtual dueling world called Link Vrains. Yusaku's a loner who isn't out to make friends, but but he can' stop himself from helping out people in need.

[raccoonskoodilypoopdungeon]

My Duel Academy Life is Wrong as I Expected Chapter 4 - Our Differences Caused Dissonance Forcing Me to Learn True Irritation

Fandom: My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU, Yu-Gi-Oh!

Series Summary: Having zero passion for Dueling or even Duel Monsters, Hachiman Hikigaya is the last person you would expect to even attempt to enter the most elite high school for upcoming Pro-Duelists and Card Designers in Japan and yet here he is. Wielding an Ojama Deck, this loser loner is forced to butt into the lives of other students after his dorm Resident Advisor, Professor Hiratsuka Shizuka, forces him to join the Service Club along with Yukino Yukinoshita, the Ice Queen of Obelisk Blue. Together, their clashing personalities and viewpoints must compromise as they attempt to solve problems around Duel Academy Island.

Chapter Summary: After interrupting their Duel, the Slifer Red Dorm Resident Advisor, Shizuku Hiratsuka, forces Hachiman Hikigaya and Yukinoshita Yukino to form the Service Club. Here, they must solve the problems students across Duel Academy Island bring. But two people trapped in a classroom everyday? How will they navigate this romantic comedy situation?

AO3 Link

Excerpt:

Looking at the most beautiful girl in Duel Academy sitting by the windowsill and reading a book, you quickly realised the romantic comedy set up you were in. However, instead of making your heart race all it did was make your stomach gurgle.

You were already quite accustomed to scenarios that would make an ordinary individual fall head over heels with a person. To the point, in fact, that you already knew the obvious romantic comedy traps. 

Case in point: the romantic comedy scenario you had found myself in. The setting sun bathed the room in a warm, orange hue as the open window let in a warm spring breeze that contained cherry petals. For all intents and purposes this was the exact same situation you found yourself in when confessing to Orimoto. In the end she told you she wanted to start as friends and, from then until the Duel Academy Senior High School Practical Admission Test, you two hadn't spoken even a single word.

“Under the cherry blossoms / strangers are not / really strangers” is a haiku written by Issa Kobayashi. To you, a youth with no experience, it was a symbol of hope that the mood set would bridge the gap between you two. However, you realise, as you gained experience, Issa Kobayashi, being a Busshist priest, must have meant the erasure of desire. In this sense, strangers are not really strangers because they have forgone the need to bridge the gap. After all, a stranger is only a state of being when you care about, when you have the desire to, form such a connection. Thus, Q.E.D., ergo, in summary, people are only interested when the other person is undeniably attractive and when there’s an advantage to be had.

Undoubtedly, the best course of action when presented with such a situation is to be hated. In this way, one has no desire and since desire is the root of all suffering, there would be no suffering. 

[ygoartreviews]

This can be based off any card art or their anime appearance (if applicable). Or just how you feel about them in your heart

[yugiohcardsdaily]

Posted Cards Master Post - 37.5

July 2022, 15th thru end

Therion "Bull" Ain

Therion Charge

Therion Cross

Therion Discolosseum

Therion "Duke" Yul

Therion "King" Regulus

Therion "Lily" Borea

Therion "Reaper" Fum

Therion Stand Up!

Visas Starfrost

Vivid Tail

V-LAN Hydra

War Rock Medium

XX-clusion

Yakusa, Lord of the Eight Thunders

Yamatako Orochi

Zombie Reborn

Land of the Ojamas

Ojama Black

Ojama Blue

Rick Astley (joke card)

Ojama Delta Hurricane!!

Ojama Duo

Ojama Emperor

Ojama Green

Ojama King

Ojama Knight

Ojama Pajama

Ojama Pink

Ojama Red

Ojama Trio

Ojama Yellow

Ojamagic

Ojamassimilation

Ojamatch

Ojamuscle

The Virtuous Vestals (token)

Tri-Brigade (token)

Ecclesia the Exiled (token)

Albaz the Shrouded (token)

Aluber the Dogmatic (token)

Artifact Scythe

Back to the Front

Black Dragon Collapserpent

Branded Fusion

Branded Lost

Branded Retribution

Branded Sword

Called by the Grave

Chaos Dragon Levianeer

Dark Ruler No More

Dimensional Barrier

Fusion Substitute

Keeper of Dragon Magic

Lubellion the Searing Dragon

Mirrorjade the Iceblade Dragon

Giltia the D. Knight - Soul Spear

Harpie's Pet Dragon - Fearsome Fire Blast

Kaiser Glider Golden Burst

Mystical Elf White Lightning

Necro Fusion

Omni Dragon Brotaur

Pot of Extravagance

Radian the Multidimensional Kaiju

Red-Eyes Darkness Metal Dragon

Springans Kitt

Starliege Seyfert

The Golden Swordsoul

There Can Only Be One

Thunder King, the Lightningstrike Kaiju

Tri-Brigade Mercourier

Waking the Dragon

Warning Point

White Dragon Wyvernburster

Altergeist Failover

Baxia, Brightness of the Yang Zing

Bluebeard, the Plunder Patroll Shipwright

Borrelend Dragon

Brute Enforcer

Chaos Grepher

Chimeratech Fortress Dragon

Chimeratech Megafleet Dragon

Chimeratech Rampage Dragon

Chronicle Magician

Cipher Twin Raptor

Cocatorium the Heavy Metal Avian

Code Exporter

Code Generator

Code Radiator

Contract with the Void

Crystal Beast Rainbow Dragon

Crystron Halqifibrax

Cynet Conflict

Dark Alligator

Dark Contract with the Gate

Dark Contract with the Swamp King

Dark Magician the Dragon Knight

[evilrat-sabre]

Day 16 of a Hermit a day challenge is VintageBeef!

This Drawing is very simple, I unconsciously drew him like I draw my Thumbnails arts, no legs and dramatic pose. He looks like a Yu-gi-yo character and I am in love!

Season 9 is the first time that I watched Beef, because well... TCG! I love a good TCG! It’s been more than 8 years since I started doing a pokedex with only holofoils Pokémon cards and I play Yu-gi-yo with the same Ojama deck for more than 5 years at this point,  I would sell my soul for cards if I could. The only motive I don’t buy the physical Hermit TCG cards is because God made me Brazilian and It would cost a tiny apartment.(They don’t accept souls, I tried.)

Anyway I love his map arts, this man is truly a artist and his game is incredible.

Btw: It’s funny how I spend the last three drawings (Team Z.I.T), Having to explain that the red stains was not blood, but redstone. This time it is, He always walks covered in blood and no one knows where he gets it.

Btw2: He is still part alien, even if its a season nine drawing, because there is some uhhh... Let’s say very excited Beef fan here in the wild, that always looks at the verge of cell implosion when they talk about the single pixel of green left on his skin. Now every time I see Beef’s skin, if I can, I look for it. It wold feel like a crime don’t drawing him without that splash of green.

@hermitadaymay

[chibi-taylormoon]

Yuri in gx headcanons: request for @the-arc-across-the-dimensions 

Has the skills to be on Obelisk blue, but refuses to stay in the blue dorm.

He just does not like all of the pretentious students in that dorm, they annoy him. Plus they're all scared of him and don't duel him, thats no fun

Yuri decides he'd rather stay in the Osiris Red dorm because its quiet and he can have his own room

although the food is distasteful in the red dorm and that makes him really grumpy in the mornings.

Yuri refuses to eat the food aside from the fried shrimp and rice.

Yuri went to duel academia to duel and that's it, he had no intention of ever making any friends. he just wanted to showcase his skills and show people how strong he is

Yuri wants to boast his skills, he thrives when he makes kids scared of him for the thrill. But no other kids live up to his standards and he gets so bored

until Yuri meets Judai and everything changes. Yuri is entertained when he duels Judai, he's ridiculous and unpredictable. Yuri can sense so much strong dark power from Judai in their duels, Yuri thirsts to bring that out of Judai.

Judai declarers himself to be Yuri's friend, Yuri refuses to ever call Judai his friend. Judai doesn't care, he clings to Yuri anyway.

Yuri can see duel spirits just like Judai and Manjoume. Yuri HATES the Ojama trio so much. he gets so disgusting when they appear

Yuri and Manjoume can bond over how ugly and annoying the ojama trio are.

Yuri likes to duel Manjoume too. Yuri laughs and points when he beats Manjoume in a duel.

Basically, Yuri will always be Yuri in any universe. but in gx, Judai would befriend him whether Yuri likes it or not. In a good circle of friends, Yuri would be a much different person. Theres no Leo, no academia army and war.

Yuri may even be one of the villain's down the line in the story, he becomes corrupted by very strong dark power that can rival yubel (rather than Yuya being corrupted by Zarc, it will be Yuri in a gx setting) its up to Judai to save Yuri!