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syoddeye · 2 months

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thinking about the 141 and karaoke. again.

soap

mic hog. no genre is safe. he'll attempt them all. he brings the drama to every song. give him a ballad, and he's on his knees. give him something raunchy, and you'll get desperate hip thrusts.

that don't impress me much by shania twain

stranger in my house by tamia

uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss by bloodhound gang

guess by charli xcx (this might be a stopping point for some of you, my apologies.)

it's all coming back to me now by celine dion (yes, he chose a 7 min song.)

die young by kesha

gaz

reaching for those high notes. a natural performer. very fun. irritates the fuck out of soap because the older lady who runs karaoke night is clearly in love with him.

in my head by jason derulo (ridin' solo is the alternate.)

don't you want me by the human league

how will i know by whitney houston (the stage presence? got it. the lungs? no.)

kiss by prince (see above.)

heart of glass by blondie

price

he still cannot sing. that does not stop him. because he thinks he's a good singer. generally in his cups by the time he makes it onto the stage.

push by matchbox twenty (no he didn't see the barbie movie.)

hungry like the wolf by duran duran

sex and candy by marcy playground

modern love by david bowie

i want love by elton john (really brings down the mood.)

ghost

nice fucking try, he's not even at the bar. he's in his room, two hours deep into roof thatching and farrier videos.

duets

price keeps mentioning don't let the sun go down on me by elton john and george michael in a "don't make me sing" kind of way, and gaz finally takes pity on him and signs them up for it.

soap and gaz nail the vibe of the boy is mine by brandy and monica so well, and it's unclear if there's actual beef or not afterward.

but it's alright because they immediately follow up with on the wings of love by jeffrey osborne.

before last call, soap hauls some unfortunate soul onto stage when gaz refuses a third and final duet. makes them sing something uncomfortably intimate for two strangers to sing, like stay by rihanna or we've got tonight by kenny rogers and sheena easton.

#tf 141

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crystalfic · 3 months

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Archmage's Run

Warning: Minor character death

"Impossible," the Advisor for Magic said regally, turning away from the young man kneeling before him. "You are, at best, twenty-five. The use of magic sadly burns up our best and brightest; none have ever survived past thirty."

Daren felt the whisper of magic-born intuition, and closed his mouth on the arguments he wanted to make. "My apologies for misspeaking. I meant twenty-six, not thirty-six."

The cruel curl of the Advisor's plump lips was almost, but not quite, obscured by the fall of his grey hair. "You are renowned as the wisest of our magic users, Archmage Daren. I am surprised you would make such a slip."

A cold chill sparked down Daren's spine as the last of the pieces slammed into place.

He knows.

Daren ducked his head, keeping his eyes on the Advisor's feet. "My lord, I am so often deep in the intricacies of spellwork that I frequently forget what day it is."

The Advisor for Magic chuckled warmly, the sound a lie like every one that came out of the man's mouth. "Perhaps that is why you have lived so long, Daren. Your devotion to the academic side of your calling does you credit."

Play along, Daren thought. Make him sure that I know nothing but my books. If he guesses how much I know about the way magic actually works, I'm, dead. "I desire nothing more than the company of my books, my lord. Which is why I wished to speak to you."

"Oh?" The Advisor draped himself in a cushioned chair—the only one in the room—and plucked a candied leaf from the bowl beside it. Candlelight glinted from the man's golden hair, echoing the precious metal that decorated the man's seat.

Daren didn't move. "The books that the Council have been so generous in providing are beginning to strain the shelves. I request that an extension be built to the library, so that we may access them more easily."

The Advisor chuckled again, and Daren's skin crawled. "A reasonable request, young Archmage. I shall put it to the Council of Advisors. Is that all?"

It wasn't, not in the least, but the Advisor had proved himself to be part of the conspiracy that Daren had wanted to tell him about. "It is, my lord."

The Advisor flicked his hand dismissively. "You may go."

Sheena met Daren as he exited the Council Hall, matching his pace step for step. "What did he say?"

Magic keep her from burning, Daren was glad that Sheena understood how precarious their position was. The wrong word out in the open could mean both of them turning to ashes in the next group ritual. "The Advisor agreed to put forward our library extension proposal, so we may be freed from teetering book piles within the year."

Her stride hitched for a brief second, and Daren refused to look at her. Her reply, when it came, was bright with artfully acted relief. "Oh, wonderful! I swear, if I get one more tome falling on my head because someone backed into a stack, I'm going to make them carry the entire pile somewhere safer."

Daren laughed, partly because it was expected and partly at her clever choice of consequences. A magic-user could not be violent, said the Council; those with hot tempers burned out early, spending their rage and their lives in pursuit of magic. He'd seen people vanish into smoke for lesser threats than hitting someone with a heavy book. "Which reminds me, have you finished learning the spell for Unlocking things yet?"

"There's still one bit I'm having trouble with," Sheena said, biting her lip. "It's that complicated part in the middle where the cadence gets out of time with the gestures." Another lie, but a believable one; Sheena had perfected her grasp of the spell at seventeen, not long after he'd first started to suspect that something in the processes of the very magic they wielded was tainted. That one seeming flaw was all that held Sheena back from her own title of Archmage, now that she'd survived until her twenty-first birthday. Archmages died faster than any other rank.

"If the Working Hall is empty, I can help you practice?" Daren suggested. It would be good to be seen in public, toeing the line of the spells taught to every mage.

Sheena shook her head. "Tomlis and Bari and the others are renewing the wards on the city walls today. The Working Hall won't be free until this evening."

Now it was Daren's time to freeze. Tomlis was one of the older Archmages at twenty-four, and one of the few who were aware of Daren's suspicions about how wrong the magic being taught to them was. "We have to stop them."

He broke into a run, Sheena's long legs still carrying her beside him. "Stop a ritual? Daren, you can't!"

Can't, he thought, crushing the tidy grass underfoot as he sprinted towards the Working Hall. Can't. They teach us that rituals cannot be stopped or altered once started. Thin branches cracked and whipped at him as he ploughed through an ornamental bush. Can't. I'm throwing away everything I've been working for. Marble slipped under his feet, the broad steps leading up to the door echoing a warning drumbeat. Can't. It's too late. The Advisor was my last hope, and he is the most corrupt of them all.

He skidded to a halt in front of the Working Hall's doors.

Can't stop.

Perhaps Sheena, too, knew that there was nothing left to lose. The spell of Unlocking was perfect, elegant, and out in the open where the Mirror of Visions could see it. It saved him the power he would otherwise have spent on the spell, her sacrifice meaning that they'd both go down together now.

Too late.

Every mage in the ritual circle was glowing, but only one was smoking, fine grey curls rising from hair and skin to join the fog of incense. Tomlis met Daren's eyes and smiled sadly, the chant still spilling from his mouth.

"Change the ritual!" Daren shouted, his voice nearly lost in the thrum of the spell. "Take out those bits I showed you, the spell is wrong, they're all wrong! Magic doesn't burn you, it's the parts they added that kill you!"

Tomlis's skin glowed redder from underneath, and his face slackened in resigned acceptance. Then, from some unbelievable reserve of strength, he found the power to break the incantation.

"Run."

It was Tomlis's last word. The fire consumed him, turning a living man to ash and smoke in less than a heartbeat.

Backing up, Daren stared at the place his friend had stood mere moments ago. The rest of the circle continued their spellweaving, the magical immolation brushed aside as the commonplace it was.

Fingers, warm and alive, threaded into Daren's, and he felt the belated tingle of magic-born intuition once more. The Council were coming, and their loyal Mage-Guard with them.

"Tomlis was right," Sheena said. "Time to run."

#my writing #fantasy #magic #magic is dangerous #or is it #death tw #minor character death

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hazelestelle · 1 month

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All three maybe?

13) A het ship.

14) A slash ship.

15) A femslash ship.

Thank you <3

13) A het ship

Zelos/Sheena <3 I've loved them for a long time, and I still love them.

To also answer something from Dragon Age: Loghain/fCousland, because the implications, the potential, the everything.

Ah, and this is supposed to be about deep dark secrets XD Heiji/Kazuha. It's not that much of a secret anymore if you look at my AO3, but if you had told 13 year old me that I would ever ship them, she would have thought you were insane.

14) A slash ship

Just one? XD

Okay deep dark secret time again: Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood. Yes, we are not supporting HP anymore, but it was one of the biggest fandoms ever, you can't just pretend that never happened, and I always enjoyed a good enemies to lovers story.

15) A femslash ship

I don't think I have a secret one here XD

So I'll tell you that I ship Buffy/Faith while also shipping Buffy/Spike.

#isa talks #fandom

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jtl-fics · 1 year

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Fusion Dance:

FF in the zombie apocalypse

Fluent Freshman AU | Unusual Fic Asks

I need you to understand what this has done to me. 1. I didn't think anyone was going to ask about FF for some reason and 2. The concept of FF in the apocalypse is so funny to me because I write a lot of him based off of me and I have ALWAYS told anyone who asks that if an apocalypse happens I am not the plucky young lass doing whatever it takes to survive type. (Like I get word that One Piece is cancelled because Oda got eaten it's like 'ok I gotta go ask that man some QUESTIONS in the after life' and I'm OUT. I just don't have that drive in me!)

BUT FF is that kind of guy.

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FF had been ready for the end of the world for ages. He'd felt the world quake and tear itself apart plenty of times. The first time had been after the car accident. The second time had been when he realized his mother wasn't going to stand up for him. The third was when she said "I do" to a man who hadn't made it a secret what he thought about FF.

The end of the world kept happening for him, so it was almost bizarre when finally everyone else agreed that it had happened.

He didn't really pay attention to the news, only to the increasing anxiety around campus as more and more infections occurred and there were talks about locking down the campus. His anxiety ramped higher and higher until he found himself in a state that he hated. A state where it was all so much that he lost the ability to feel anything at all.

The numbers kept climbing, the infections growing closer, and FF couldn't calm down enough to feel anything.

Then a Palmetto student was bitten and weirder it was someone he had known if only because they played on the same team.

He dodged out of the way of Jack's open mouth as he heard Sheena scream. His senses for an unexpected back attack had been heightened from years of dealing with his step brothers and further from the mindless bloodlust of Black Friday shoppers.

Jack lunged for him again.

"No cure - 100% fatal at biting stage" flashed on the TV in the lounge yesterday. "Self-Defense Recommended" the news anchor said numerous times.

He couldn't bring himself to do it though.

Aaron walked into the hallway and Jack's attention turned. He lunged mouth open and-

FF found the courage to swing down his Racquet.

Sheena just kept screaming as she ran out of the hallway.

Aaron looked shocked looking between FF and Jack on the ground.

"The infection has hit Palmetto." FF says with a deep breath trying not to feel sick, "I'm not staying on campus." he says wondering how many more students had broken quarantine like Jack.

"Where are you planning to go?" Aaron asks giving Jack's body a wide berth as he stepped around it.

"My grandma lives in Washington State. It's pretty rural. I'll go there." He says because she's stood by him through every other end of the world. If this is the one that takes then he wants to be sitting next to her.

"Sounds better than sitting here." Aaron says with a shrug and FF could see that he was shaking from what he'd just seen.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." FF says because he knows what Aaron had done to protect his brother. Aaron looks at him with wide eyes, "He was past the point where he might have been saved. We can't hesitate." he says because that's what the news anchor had said.

Aaron takes a long and shaking breath and nods.

FF nods back to him before turning and heading in the opposite direction of the exit that Sheena had run towards. He heard Aaron's footsteps following him, well this is embarrassing that they're going the same way.

"Where are you going now?" Aaron asks.

"CVS." FF answers.

"Smart, medical supplies." Aaron agrees.

Oh, that is also a good plan. FF was just planning on taking a shopping basket and knocking every last bottle of Pepto Bismol into it. "Yes." he says.

"I'll text Andrew." Aaron says and for the love of god FF did not know what he would be texting him. "Hey, thanks...for uh...saving me." he says.

They haven't decided how to charge people quite yet for the Infection self-defense cases.

"Don't mention it." he says and honestly wishes he could tell Sheena the same.

#Fluent Freshman AU #Fluent Freshman Zombie AU #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #Zombie Apocalypse AU #Aaron Minyard #Redacted Smith #This space was a lot more fun than I thought it was gonna be #Yes Aaron does think that FF is a cool dude who can handle his own shit #Yes we know Aaron is wrong #This happens before FF has become friends with Nicky but after the Russian incident #Yes this is about to be a roadtrip to pick up the Foxes who graduated #Also friends and family #All to end up at GS' place #where she has established a COMMUNE #Fun thought but Zombie AUs aren't really my deal so I'm not continuing it

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thequietkid-moonie · 9 months

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Sheena with a human friend

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ]

[ Ranking of Kings / Ousama Ranking ]

I love Sheena to the moon and back, I mean, she is amazing!! Lovely!! Beautiful!! Strong and yet soft and sweet!! Aaaaahhhhh ❤️❤️ *simp screams*

Most of the time Sheena is alone, she prefers to go around in her own because is more common that the people she meet either take her as weak or want to fight against her to prove their strength, so she prefers to by all by herself. Also, she normally stays in uncrowded places (and because of her height too, she is a giant after all), so getting to meet her would be because you are an adventurer or because you got lost

The first meeting could be a scary one just because of her height or her loud voice, specially if she cames in your rescue if you were in danger (she is actually really kind so she won't really doubt before rushing in your help, besides being so tiny in comparison to her just motivates her more). If you were actually afraid of her she will try to reasure you and comfort you at the best of her habilities, but without letting her guard down, she knows better than underestimated someone for how they look or who they are; in the other hand, if you look at her in awe, with gratitude or even admiration she will be initialy surprised but will take it really well at the end (and will even laugh once she knows you aren't a threaten)

She is willing to offer help as long it doesn't cross her limits or bring her problems and starting from that it won't be too difficult to start a friendship (specially if you admire her strength, it just give her a little boost on her ego and make her feel a little flustered)

It doesn't take much time for Sheena to take a liking to you and befriend you (specially if you show that you mean no harm to her it would be even easier for her to put her trust on you), however, it would take him a little longer to get used to have you around for how tiny and weak you are compared to her, but she doesn't mind that fact, is something that amuses her a little and has no problem with carrying you around while traveling or even just while relaxing

Sheena is actually really friendly and playful, she isn't the shy type in the slighest so she tend to make a lot of jokes and find ways to mess with you but always apologize afterwards between laughs, if she ever does something that end up upseting you or something that makes you uncomfortable she will apologize more sincerely and won't do it ever again (if you point it out she accept it right away with a smile)

After some time of being friends Sheena will grow sincerely curious about you as a person, so there are a lot of times where she just likes to talk to you, going from simple topics, like what do you like or how do you feel, to more deep and personal chats, like getting to know your story or if you have any wish you want to achive, also you don't have to worry about being the only one sharing their personal life because once she knows she can trust you she becomes rather open with you and doesn't mind at all talking about personal topics with you

It isn't that she underestimated you but once you two become close Sheena becomes pretty protective over you, if you know how to defend yourself she keep it in mind, and even if you don't or are even pretty weak she doesn't mind and is quickly to shield and protect you, but at the end she respects your strength and if you are capable of defending yourself she respect it

#ousama ranking #ousama ranking x reader #ranking of kings #ranking of kings x reader #sheena #sheena x reader #x reader #x gn reader #anime x reader

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blacksheep-vile · 1 year

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Wait.. if the faculty found out about Blacksheep getting her leg shredded because Sheena decided to be an asshole, wouldn’t that get Sheena expelled from VILE??

I mean technically if the scratches were that deep then Blacksheep would have probably needed stitches (and probably antibiotics because Sheena’s nails are NASTYYY) and not only just bandages.

And plus, the faculty finding out that their child was hurt intentionally would probably outrage 4 of them. (Excluding Shadowsan)

But in conclusion, HC that those scratches/cuts are scars now :(

#carmen sandiego #TheLostContentCaper

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gbveryspecialguests · 11 months

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Lizzy: Ok! We got Madame Doom! Now we have to find the others.

Matt: They could be scattered around Horrorland! If we only we have a shortcut…

Sam: Hm? Miss Lizzy? Why is your pocket glowing?

Lizzy: Huh?

Lizzy: Wait - This is one of the pocket horrors we got back then! How is it still here? And why is it glowing?

Ray: Strange - When we have them, they look like figurines - And they definitely don’t have that red drawing there!

Lizzy: Looks like.. A sigil?

Ray: Just why is it glowing like that?

Ray: Oh.. Because of this portal…

AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

OOFPH!

Matt: Crud - Are you kids ok?

Ray and Sam: Yeah…

Lizzy: Ugh… Wait - I see Robby! And Carly Beth and Sheena!

Ray: And there’s Marco! And Jessica!

Robby: GUYS?! WAIT - THE OOZE!

Matt: Huh?! Yeah, I know you’re a fan -

Robby: NO! I MEAN - WATCH OUT!

Matt and Lizzy: Oohhhh… Shittake Mushrooms.

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videogamequeens · 4 months

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PROPAGANDA

💕 EILEEN 💕

*First Lady of the Toran Republic. Elegant, refined, kind and beloved by the people.

*Highly skilled mage. Uses fancy darts made of rubies and crystals.

*Power behind the throne as Lepant never talks back to her. Also mother to Sheena, a pervert.

💕 TENGAAR 💕

*Daughter of the Chief of the Warriors’ Village. A little rough around the edges.

*Highly skilled mage. Fights using throwing knives.

*A bit duplicitous and overbearing when it comes to her beloved Hix, but has a good heart deep down (?)

#suikoden #suikoden ii #jrpg #Eileen #tengaar #polls #poll #konami

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otherworldlygate · 4 months

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Tales of Symphonia is a really great game. I feel like in terms of general themes and character arcs, ToS gives us a cohesive and frankly timeless story. This obviously isn't unique to ToS, but it's nice that it has staying power.

Just don't look too closely at anything or a lot of the worldbuilding and character arcs start to fall apart!

Obviously I don't mean this in a terrible, bitter sort of way. I've been in this fandom for 20ish years and ToS is at the tippy-top of my list of favorite games; it really feels tailored to me in these small and oddly specific ways.

But good grief it can be frustrating, sometimes. You're telling me that 4,000 whole years have passed and this is the world the characters live in? Four thousand years? Four? Thousand? 4k? That's a lot of years. I'm not saying Aselia, let alone Tethe'alla and Sylvarant, would advance the way our modern society has, especially with the little mana tug-of-war they've got going on, but it's very hard to believe that there isn't a very deep and rich history in both worlds. (I do understand that the game isn't really able to go into detail on all of that, but you'd think it might have influenced the storylines a bit more, especially for Kratos and Yuan.)

The one thing 4,000 years has going for it is the fact that Mithos managed to make Martel into a believed-in goddess. That probably did not happen quickly. But in terms of language? Turns of phrase? Clothing?

The divide between Tethe'alla and Sylvarant almost feels like a mere 100 years instead of 800 years of Tethe'alla being able to flourish. Sheena gawks a bit at steam power but Tethe'alla doesn't really have anything truly mind-blowing, either. No automobiles, no airplanes or airships. Sylvarant feels like the year 1800 and Tethe'alla like 1900. I'd find that perfectly believable in some regards, but the fact that all of these characters speak without accents and such is just...

Well, I just feel like there's SO MUCH room and potential within the world to really highlight big differences between Tethe'alla and Sylvarant, to truly set all of the characters apart from one another. Raine's abandonment was traumatizing, but you're telling me that she never noticed anything weird about it? Sure, she might have focused hard on those ruins she remembers being abandoned at, but what about when she landed in Sylvarant? She didn't have an accent? She wasn't speaking a different language or dialect entirely?

I really feel like there should have been some major culture shock between the two worlds, especially with Tethe'alla flourishing for so long. 800 years is a long time, after all.

And don't even get me started on the dumb lore for elves and half-elf lifespans, especially when, according to that logic, there should be an absolute assload of half-elves still alive who have been alive since well before Tethe'alla started its long flourishing period. Where's the tea from them? Where's the history and lore about them?

When viewed from a more general angle, I think ToS holds up pretty well. It has a lot of good stuff in it. But sometimes I'm just chomping at the bit to see the complexities that could be a part of it realized.

A lot of the character arcs were good...but they could have been great.

And yes...I am aware that the solution to this is, as always, to simply novelize the entire game as I imagine it to be, complete with the complexities that should be present in the worldbuilding and character journeys.

But that does not sound like a very good use of my time, so I will write blorbo nonsense and complain on Tumblr, instead.

#tales of symphonia meta #tales of symphonia #i should clarify that i can excuse some things but when it starts adding up that's when it gets very difficult to do

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sankt-jesper · 9 months

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Coming January '24: Built on Bones and Middens

a Coruscant noir foxlan fic by @bilbosmom-belladonna, with art from @flowerparrish and me✨

Most people living in the upper levels didn't give much thought to what happened to their trash. But when trillions of people are living on top of one another it builds up fast. The privileged probably assumed it was burnt or buried or shipped off to some other planet. The truth was, when trash has nowhere left to go, it doesn't disappear. It simply stops being trash and becomes something else. Part of the landscape, a feature, a landmark. Eventually, even the ground underfoot. The detritus of a thousand generations, discarded and crushed and compressed until eventually it was indistinguishable from the intentional structures around it. Coruscanti schist, the bedrock of the planet. The present and the future built on the bones and middens of the past. So when Fox said Coruscant was a city built on its own filth, he meant it literally. When a handful of clones unexpectedly attack their Jedi, Commander Fox is tasked with clearing their names before "justice" is served. He and his reluctant partner, the peculiar Jedi Quinlan Vos, pursue their investigation deep into Coruscant’s underworld.

Delighted to announce I'm one of the artists of Team 35 for @clonebang this year! Here's a preview of Sheena, one of the characters from Bella's fic ♡

(ID under the cut)

[ID: Fanart preview of Sheena, a Twi'lek OC from BilbosMom's fic Built on Bones and Middens. Her skin is neon pink; she's wearing a leather headpiece with gold studs. She's looking at a datapad in her hand; there is a cocktail glass with red liquid and a straw next to her. /END ID]

#cb2023 #star wars #foxquin #quinfox #foxlan #commander fox #quinlan vos #twi'lek #twi'lek oc #sw fanart

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mysterious-gizem · 2 years

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Sacrificed

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This was a prompt given by my friend @sheena-yuet

I hope you enjoy!

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Dark brown hazy eyes scanned the organized room filled treasures worth so much gold, His eyes landed on a mesmerizing purple gem, which was placed on a pedestal. He crept up to the pedestal with a focused gaze, He pulled out a counterfeit gem to switch. The brunette steadied his posture and swiped the gem, and instantly switched it.

A grin grew on his face as he examined the the purple gem, Watching it shimmer in the faint light of the room. "George we need to go." A voice came from across the room, The male turned around facing his partner whom was holding a bag filled with gold.

"Yea-" George agreed as he tucked away the purple gem carefully, Both men snuck into the vents once more. Leaving the vault.

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George took deep breaths of air as they were now far from the place they had been before, The two males giggled as they set up a small camp to stay for the night.

"That was sooo easy!" A ravenette boasted as he sat beside the fire they set up, "Pfft- Yea." George giggled along while reaching out at a basket with raw fish. "We have..." George started meddling in the basket, "Salmon or Cod?" George asked, turning his head to look at the other male.

The ravenette contemplated for a few seconds until deciding, "Eh I'll take Salmon." Sapnap said as he nipped at his bottom lip. George took out two Salmon's and started cooking it above the fire.

After a still yet calming silence Sapnap started speaking which made the brunette lightly jump at the sudden noise. "I heard there's this place called Las Nevadas." George's interests perked as each word flew out of Sapnap's mouth, "They have tons of casino's so I bet we can snag a pretty penny from them." Sapnap giggled.

"Let's head there tomorrow to check things out." George suggested grabbing the cooked fish, Handing one of them over to Sapnap. "Yea sure." Sapnap simply agreed while munching on his food. Both males finished the night by trampling over their fire, Sapnap stretched his arms over his head and bent down to snuggle himself in his sleeping bag.

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When Sapnap's eyes fluttered open seeing the dim lighting of the sky. He groggily sat up staring at the calm sky—It was probably around 5 AM—He watched the brunette shuffle in his own sleeping bag. He sighed as he started packing up.

A while later the brunette sluggishly woke up, Sapnap gestured for George to fix up and get ready to leave. Whilst whining George slowly moved to collect his own items. Once all of their items were collected the sun was starting to unveil itself from the horizons.

The two males swung their leather satchels to their backs and continued to head into a specific direction Sapnap pointed to, The gusty wind hitting their faces. Sapnap's bandana flailed around like a fish out of water.

While George's hair danced around his head covering his eye view every once in a while, The wind increased as it howled. George sputtered as a fly entered his mouth before Sapnap let out a heavy laugh, Whilst the brunette glared at him.

"Shut up." George said while rolling his eyes, Sapnap swiped away a tear in his eye. Their hair continued to sway against the wind as they continued to traverse across the lands leading to Las Nevadas.

Even as the wind slowed down a bit, It still made their hair bounce around softly. Both males eyes stung as the sand flew into their eyes, Tears pricked on the ravenette's and brunettes eyes from the desert sand.

A sigh of relief was let out after the wind died down. George blinked a few times as red puffy eyes looked around, They made their way to the giant casino infront of them. The intimidating modern building standing tall and proud, Both theives focused their gazes on the empty yet clean pathways of the land.

"Hmm..." A voice rang in their ears as they whipped their heads around being met with a short duck hybrid wearing a white collard shirt with suspenders and black pants, Sapnao noticed the small golden wings rested on the side. Although George noticed the blue beanie on the males head and all the gold and silver jewelry he was wearing.

"Who are you?" Sapnap asked fixing his posture, "Shouldn't I be asking that?" The duck hybrid spoke, "I mean-...You guys are the one stepping on my lands." He stated putting one of his arms on his waist.

Sapnap opened his mouth to respond, But George spoke first before he could muster a word. "We're traveller's and we heard about this place." The brunette explained to the short ravenette.

He recieved a hum in response as the man's eyes scanned the two of them with a questionable gaze, "Hmm...If that's so then how about I give you guys a tour?" The duck hybrid proposed with an ear to ear grin.

"Sure-" George and Sapnap spoke in unison, "Great!" The shorter exclaimed. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Quackity from Las Nevadas." The man now known as 'Quackity' greeted in a formal manner.

"Let's begin the tour!"

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After what felt like hours, Quackity offered for them to stay for the night in one of the buildings there. "Finally, I thought that guy would never stop blabbering." George groaned flopping down on the soft bed, "Atleast we now know where he keeps all his precious items." Sapnap snickered while kicking off his shoes. "I'll do a background check tomorrow and we'll take his stuff at midnight."

George nodded as he dozed off to sleep.

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Midnight eventually came and they were standing on the roof of the casino where a vent layed beside them, George kneeled down and started to unscrew the vent. It popped off as it was moved to the side.

George held his head over the vents scanning around for possibly any rodents, In the clear George leaped down making a loud thud as his feet slammed against the metal. He went in a crawling position and crawled deeper into the vent, Soon he heard another loud thump against the metal vents, The brunette assumed it was his ravenette companion as he continued to make his way around the ventilation system. After passing multiple vents leading into different places he abruptly stopped infront of a specific vent.

He once again unscrewed the vent once again and was instantly met with the glimmering and shimmering of gold and gemstones. He snickered as he swiftly hopped down landing on his legs, He hungrily looked at the treasure before him as if he would consume them.

With quiet steps he went closer to the pile if gold coins and started stashing his bag. He heard a soft grunt hearing the familiar footsteps of the ravenette, "I'll get the diamonds." Sapnap spoke as he went over to a decently sized box filled with diamonds in different shapes and sizes.

George stared at the accumulated amount of gold he had in his satchel, Yet with the pure joy rushing in his veins another feeling aroused as if...

Something was off...

George has seen one to many gold peices to know what they would look like, He picked up one of the gold nuggets and scanned it. He let out a light gasp at the realization, Everything was wrong...

The color was too yellow...

It's texture did not feel normal...

It was fairly weighted different especially for the size was close to the size of his palm...

This is not gold.

George turned his head to warm Sapnap something wasn't right, But when he turned around Sapnap was gone and he was alone in the white colored vault.

He suddenly felt something sharp prick his neck, His panicked gaze looked at his neck.

A dart...

His vision went blurry, in a matter of seconds as he fell unconscious on the ground with a thud.

———

Clink...

"Huh?'

Clunk...

'Wha-'

Clink...

———

George's eyes shot open as he woke up. His wide eyes looked around seeing multiple guards in their uniforms, Another guard was holding Sapnap who was starting to wake up aswell. George snapped his head to the side when he heard a chuckle echo eerie dark room.

Sapnap looked at the dark silhouette, Emerging from the dark corner.

"Well look what we have here~" Quackity grinned as he tilted his head to the side. "Where the hell are we!?" George screamed struggling against the guards grip on him, "You are in no place to speak." The shorter growled.

"If I recall correctly, You two theives we're the ones pricking and prodding around." Quackity said in a taunting voice. Both males looked at him with hatred in their eyes, Yet he wasn't wrong.

"Sir, Should we bring them into the dungeon." The gruff voice of the guard asked. George's faced flushed with worry as his gaze flickered from Sapnap to the duck hybrid.

He watched as the duck hybrid looked at them. Suddenly Quackity had an idea as a smirk formed on his face, Sapnap and George looked at eachother with agitated eyes.

"Bring them to the beast."

Those words rang in both males ears repeatedly, They snapped back into reality when they we're yanked away leading them to a long hallway, The mossy stone walls and the concrete floor made George tense at how it looked.

Sapnap however kept a stern gaze watching the path they were taking occasionally scanning the guards, They turned a corner seeing a tall wooden door at the end of the hallway. The guards pulled open the door and shoved both of the theives in.

The guards chuckled before they slammed the door close, George winced at the sound and they were left alone in a gigantic room with dirty stone walls and cobwebs and bugs all around. "George-" Sapnap said kneeling and pulling George into a hug "We'll be fine don't worry." The ravenette spoke in a reassuring tone. George screwed his eyes shut as he cried against Sapnap's shirt. A choked sob escaped George's lips. Sapnap rubbed circles on George's back as he hummed a soothing tune to calm him down.

Terrified eyes gazed above...

A growl made both their heads snap into the darker side of the room. They heard a shuffle, Then a thump, They heard ragged breath from above.

A green gaze met their's, Both males let out a shriek as they stood up and backed away. The figure went closer lowering down to meet them. Their eyes widened as they realized what the silhouette was.

A giant...

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I did not proofread, so if I made any mistakes, tell me <3

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