#sherry the armorer

[ijustwant2ride]

Motorcycle Product Review:  Sherrie Leggings by Wind & Throttle

My wife has been looking for armored motorcycle pants for a while.  What she really wanted was armored motorcycle pants made for women. 

[vermutandherring]

"Robert the Bruce, King of Scotland" is a poem by the Ukrainian writer Lesya Ukrainka, written in 1893. When creating the poem, the writer notes facts that can't be found in the works of other writers (such as Walter Scott or Robert Burns) and somewhat intersperses certain historical facts to give the work a more heroic sound. Thus, highlighting the struggle of the Scottish people for their independence, Lesya Ukrainka draws a parallel with the Ukrainian people, who also suffer from oppression (at that time by the Russian Empire).

And perhaps I would never have paid attention to this work if it were not for the linocut of the Ukrainian graphic artist Heorhiy Malakov. I saw this very work in my childhood at my grandparents' country house. Looking at me from the wall of a half-darkened room, wrapped in the smell of dampness, this knight, unknown to me at the time, frightened me considerably (the glint on the lying glove always reminded me of a blade instead of a finger). It's interesting to watch how our childhood fears dissipate over time.

Night hike. Illustration for W. Scott's novel Quentin Durward, 1972.

Malakov was very fond of the theme of chivalry and piracy, often depicting courtly scenes, feasts, entertainment and various funny skits. He also made illustrations for Giovanni Boccaccio's Decameron, in the characters of which he reflected not only the cheerful mood of the stories themselves, but also his own life-loving nature.

Selling barrel. Based on the Decameron by J. Boccaccio, 1966.

I spent insane amount of time photoshopping cover picture, but the colors are still weird e_e

Game: The Sims 4 CC credits:

Horse: Knight Set by @objuct, reins are photoshopped.

Knight: Chainmail Coif by @simmiev2 | Generic City Guard Armor by @notsooldmadcatlady | Sherri Cape by MSSIMS | Shoulder pads from FF XIV Innocence set by plazasims

P.S. My inner 'designer' died on that cover picture.

[awkward-tension-art]

Catatonia

Leon x gn!reader

Warnings: Trauma, depressive catatonia, crying, hurt/comfort, panic attack, post-raccoon city, Leon needs a hug, reader-insert, gender neutral pronouns but lmk if I slipped up anywhere, reader being supportive and taking care of Leon

Everything I know about catatonia is based on my own research and my undergrad psyc degree, so chances it may not be accurate. Enjoy the sadness!

You had no idea what happened.

Leon was supposed to go to Raccoon City and begin his first day as a cop. He would be ahead of you for a couple of months while you finished your semester. You were supposed to transfer to Raccoon University.

But then Raccoon City collapsed. The president bombed the city and everyone in it. 100,000 souls, wiped off the face of the earth.

For a day you thought you lost your boyfriend. Your grief was overwhelming, assuming he had died. Only to get a call from the military, confirming his survival, along with a little girl named Sherry.

Once you reunited, you brought him back home. Sherry, taken to a hospital for testing and recovery from…some type of infection.

Leon looked like hell. He was covered in grime, sweat and blood. The RPD uniform he wore was ripped and ragged. And his shoulder…filthy bandages were wrapped around his shoulder.

Worse of all, his eyes…his beautiful baby blue eyes were empty. Distant. Traumatized.

He seemed entirely dazed. Confused even. Unaware of his surroundings.

“Come on,” you whispered, leading him from the entrance of your small apartment to your shared bedroom.

Your upstairs neighbors must’ve dropped something, because you heard a muffled thump. Leon, in response, jumped. His hand shot to Matilda, grabbing the gun tightly.

“Leon, it's ok.” You spoke softly, your hand reached for the gun, putting your palm on the top of the barrel, “It’s ok…you're safe.” Matilda was trembling in his grip. He didn’t speak, as you took the pistol from his shaking hands. You clicked the safety, took out the mag and emptied the chamber.

Your eyes roamed his face. Jesus christ, he looked terrified.

Your boyfriend was traumatized. PTSD, you theorized. But without a professional, you couldn’t be certain.

“Come on,” You put Matilda down on the counter and slowly led Leon to your bedroom. Once inside the room, you sat him down on the bed. You didn’t care about the stains on the sheets; they could be washed or replaced.

“Leon.” you knelt, having him look down at you, “I’m gonna remove the…armor, ok?” You weren’t entirely sure what Leon was wearing on his body. Was it some type of specialized riot gear?

You received a small nod.

“Ok…I’m gonna start at the chest.” You had to warn him of everything you did. Any wrong move and Leon might jump. You didn’t want to scare him.

Your hands went to his side. You had to move his arm, which allowed you to lift the velcro. With the sound of the usual tearing, you freed one side. You did the same for the other, being careful of his injured shoulder. Once the armor was open, you slowly and carefully lifted the chestpiece over his head.

Leon was still silent. His eyes were still distant and unseeing.

Your fingers went to his belts. This felt…you were afraid of violating your boyfriend. “I’m gonna get your belt off ok?” You remained kneeling, “Can I, Leon?” Was he even in the right mind to consent to undressing?

He wasn’t speaking, mind entirely somewhere else.

“Ok…Listen, I’m going to get your belt off, then the rest of your clothes, ok?” You explained softly everything you planned to do. “Then, I’m going to turn on the shower, and get you washed up.”

No response either.

You were running out of ideas. Your hands went over his, “Leon…If you understand me, please squeeze my hand.” You hoped and prayed he could do that much at least. Your eyes met his, silently begging him to react to…something.

His fingers twitched. Good.

You smiled ever so slightly, “Alright…Here…” carefully, you put his gloved hand on your shoulder, “If you want me to stop, you squeeze my shoulder, ok?” It was a way for him to communicate without speaking.

Your movements were slow and clear as you removed his belt. It was surprisingly heavy, weighed down by the hip pouches attached to it. Jesus, what did he carry? There was a knife sheath wrapped around his leg. The moment you touched it, Leon’s hand shot to the handle.

“Woah, it's alright.” You pulled back, giving him space, “Leon, it's ok. You're safe.” your tone was quiet and reassuring, “It’s you and me right now. It's just you and me.”

Slowly, his grip loosened and he let the knife go. His eyes stared at you, through you. Your boyfriend wasn’t seeing you anymore.

Carefully, you removed the sheath and its straps. Pulling the other smaller armor pieces off was easy enough. However, your hand grazed his shoulder, causing him to flinch. At first you assumed it was a bruise or type of scratch, yet you were still careful getting his shirt off and peeling off the dirty bandages.

It was worse. Much much worse.

A gunshot. Jagged, circular, and surrounded by dark spidery veins. Your boyfriend had been shot!?

“Oh my god…” You breathed, “Leon…” Checking his shoulder, you realized the bullet had gone through completely. “Has anyone seen you for this? A doctor?”

He didn’t answer you.

“Ok…” You sighed, calming yourself, “I’m gonna turn on the shower.” Your steps were quiet but hurried as you got to the bathroom. Your thoughts were racing as you turned the water on, setting it around the temperature you knew Leon liked.

Your boyfriend had survived something awful in a city that’s been bombed. He’d been shot. Taken in by the military. Returned to you traumatized and quiet.

You returned to his side, kneeling down and looking into his eyes. “Let's get you cleaned up, ok?” The both of you were silent as you got Leon to his feet and to the bathroom. Once inside, you put his hand on your shoulder again as you pulled off his filthy pants and boxers. You did your best to not react to the smell.

Christ. Did he run through a sewer ?

You tried not to ponder, leading your boyfriend into the shower. He grimaced once the warm water began to hit his skin.

This stupor he was trapped in scared you. He most likely wasn’t in control. Was he at least aware of the world around him? You didn’t know enough about catatonia. He needed a professional. A doctor. You’d take him to the ER after the shower.

The water around your feet had turned brown from the grime on Leon’s body. It slipped down the drain in a continuous stream as you grabbed some body wash and began to scrub his skin. Tonight, you’d use your shampoo, conditioner and soft loofah. If your boyfriend was in the right state of mind, he’d deny loving the vanilla and lavender smell you preferred for your soaps. But he wasn’t, and you used them anyway.

You grabbed your shampoo and squeezed out more than the ‘recommended quarter size’. Reaching up, you ran your soapy hand through his hair before scrubbing your fingers into the strands. Leon grimaced again when you began to massage the sweet smelling soap into his hair and scalp.

“I’m sorry, I don't mean to be rough.” You murmured, washing his hair as much as you could. With only one wash, you weren't satisfied. Neither would your boyfriend. You tilted his head back and poured more shampoo directly onto his head. You scrubbed again, being more gentle this time.

One more wash later and you could tell his hair returned to its natural blonde.

Hopefully…

Next battle was his skin. You started at his neck, being as careful as you could as you scrubbed. there was a slight flinch when you touched his neck, causing you to back off. Leaving that area of his body alone, you moved on.

You were as careful as you could be with his shoulders and arms, especially around the bullet wound. Leon grimaced again when you began to clean his hands. His empty eyes stared ahead as you worked to clean under his fingernails.

Thank god you had a nail cleaning kit. It came in handy as you cleaned as much as you could. It felt like you spent a good 10 minutes on each fingernail, removing grime, mud and…blood.

Once done, the bottle of body wash you used was empty. You mentally thanked yourself for picking up a new bottle just a few days before Leon left. Popping the tab open, you got to work on his chest and back.

He’d been stock still the entire shower. Even when you began to wash his legs and feet, he didn’t react. Normally he’d try and pull away, complaining of being ticklish. But tonight? Nothing was causing any sort of reaction.

By the time you felt your boyfriend was clean and the water streaming down the drain was clear, the shower had run cold.

Leon wasn’t even shivering.

“Come on…” Your words were soft as you turned the handle, shutting off the water. “Let’s get you dried and dressed.”

Lean remained unresponsive as you pulled him out. You wrapped a towel around his waist as you took another and began to dry his face and hair. From there, you dried the rest of his body. The towels were blessedly clean and unstained when you pulled them off. Good, you managed to get off all of the unknown gunk that had clung to his form an hour ago.

“Leon,” He was entirely lost to you. You weren’t even sure if he could hear you, “I don’t know what happened, but I’m here for you, ok?” Gently, you stroked his cheek, looking into his unfocused and dazed eyes.

Catatonia. Completely.

Once you managed to get him dressed, you got him sitting on the couch to rest a bit more. You stripped the comforter off the bed and threw it into the washer along with the towels. They’d run while you take your boyfriend to the ER.

It was late now. A little past 3AM by the time you got in. The intake nurse was kind and understanding, taking you and your boyfriend to a bed after a 30 minute wait.

Honestly, the ER was a blur. You held his hand while he sat on the bed. Some tests were run. You were asked questions. his bullet wound was tended to properly. You signed some paperwork, and by 4:45 in the morning, Leon was confirmed to be in a depressive catatonic state and treated with lorazepam.

An hour later you were sent home with a prescription once the IV was finished.

Once inside, you led him back to your bathroom to wash his face and prepare for bed. He needed sleep. You did too.

But a part of you wanted to remain awake in case he needed something. Leon’s stupor was terrifying. What if the treatment didn’t work? The doctor mentioned ECT…

No . it was too early. It had only been a few hours since he was given the medication.

You got your boyfriend to lay down. He was on his side as you knelt next to him, knees on the carpet next to the bed. Your hand pet his hair, trying to give some sort of comfort to him. “Leon…” You whispered, “I don’t know if you can hear me, but…I'm right here.” You sounded like a broken record at this point, “I love you and I’m gonna stay right here to help you.”

At some point, when you noticed the sun coming up, you joined Leon on the bed. Your arms wrapped around him, his back to your chest, holding his hands in your own. You drifted off, somewhere between awake and asleep. You don’t know how long you remained like that.

A strangled cry rammed you out of your state. You sat up, looking around in a panicked rush. Your eyes landed on your boyfriend, sitting against the wall, gripping his hair. He was hyperventilating, letting out a choked sob. His blue eyes were wide, staring at nothing.

“Leon! Leon, it's alright.” You shot out to him, kneeling in front of his face, “Shhh, look at me, ok? It's ok. Everything is alright, Leon.” You didn’t want to scare him or panic him, but all you wanted to do was hold him.

He sobbed, closing in on himself and shutting down.

Shit. Shit!

“Leon, Leon, please…” Your words were failing. He wasn’t hearing you. Not entirely, “Leon shhh, you're safe. It's over. You’re home.”

Stupidly, you took a chance. Very, very slowly, you raised one hand to his cheek. Something clicked in his mind feeling your touch. His terrified eyes flicked up to you. It took a few moments for him to fully register that it was you in front of him.

His lips trembled. You barely made out your name in his quiet and cracked voice.

“Can I hold you?” you asked tenderly. his consent mattered. He was extremely vulnerable. You refused to add to his fear and panic.

Your boyfriend nodded slowly.

In response, you adjusted your position and wrapped your arms around him. “Shhhh…” you hushed Leon as his shoulders shook with more weeping, “Shhhh, it's alright. It's alright…” You unconsciously began to rock back and forth slightly.

You didn’t know what Leon had survived. You didn’t know what he went through. But dammit …as you heard his cries and sobs, you swore you’d be there to help him through the aftermath.

[moltensmusings]

Things I've noticed with fairy tail merch that send me into a spiral:

Juvia having almost no merch that doesn't sexualize her.

Also juvia having barely any merch, fan or official, that doesn't include gray

Levy having no official merch, and largely only ship content for fan merch.

Side characters with much less screen time then levy getting merch over her (sherry and angel get put in the blind bags but not my girl?!)

So much AI art clogging the space. Can we not? It's so incredibly obvious and it's ugly.

A big lack of merch for Erza's various armors

Lucy having better luck with merch that isn't just fanservice, but still not by much.

Good luck finding any merch for lesser loved guild characters, even in the fan content.

I'm not going to sit here and get mad at fanartists for not making content I want. At this point I've decided I'll make the merch I want from the fandom myself. But I am just frustrated with how hard it is to find non-ship merch anywhere.

Juvia gets merch sure, but trying to find any of her as a character that isn't weird is like a needle in a haystack. And even in fan spaces you could see a solo juvia thing, but somehow an image of gray still gets slipped in.

Levy is fully neglected as a character in official content. She's just an accessory to Gajeel both in the canon of the show and most merch, and it drives me crazy.

[possessionisamyth]

Speaking of Redfields, I'm thinking of Claire again and I just kind of had to pause because 19?!!??? 19???!!?? She was doing this shit at 19!!!! I remember what I was doing at 19 and it was either boring as shit or fighting for my life against my internal demons. Chris and Barry taught her self defense and how to use guns, but I don't think that extended to heavy weaponry where the recoil is enough to shatter clavicle bones even if professionals slightly mishandle them?????? I'm going insane. I'm going insane!!! I'm crazy!!! The sheer power this girl wields to navigate a zombie infested city, save a child, and kill the big mutating creature at the end by herself?????? AT 19!!!!!! 19!!!!!!! And the compassion and kindness she shows regardless of how desperate the situation gets? How she extends that kindness to Annette so she can say goodbye to Sherry? How she doesn't get frustrated at Steve for being annoying as hell and also for hesitating to shoot the zombie trying to kill her because that was legit his father. How in one game she gets the win, and gets to save someone, but in the next she has to deal with the loss and the knowledge her brother's company is fleeting? This 19 year old Fresh University student.

Does anyone understand how impressive this is? Does anyone get it? Does anyone understand why they made Code Veronica right after RE2 where this girl tracked down her brother's last location, took some of her college money to buy a plane ticket, flew to France, infiltrated an Umbrella facility, and her infiltration was treated so seriously they sent multiple groups of armed guards to apprehend her up to sending a helicopter to shoot through the windows of their own building. They had to send multiple groups of armed guards. More than one group! They needed guns to get her! THEY PUT THE GUARDS IN BODY ARMOR. SHE'S 19!!!! Claire should be the main character!!! I'm so mad they strapped her behind a computer screen!! I'M CRAZY!!!! CRAZY!!!!!

[covenscribe]

Amour | Tiefling (Allegedly) | Extra Dragony Draconic Sorcerer | They/Them | ~28

What is your Tav’s…

FAVORITE WEAPON: Amour's favored weapon is a pair of black stiletto (Italian style) daggers.

MOST PRIZED POSSESSION: Their daggers and armor. Amour doesn't have a lot of possessions that are strictly theirs because living at the brothel is more of a communal space.

DEEPEST DESIRE: Genuine connection honestly. Their entire life they have felt disconnected from the world around them, being told they were born wrong, constantly rejected by family and betrayed by former friends. They don't think connection is meant for them anymore.

GUILTY PLEASURE: Sherry and rich desserts like chocolate

BEST-KEPT SECRET: Blood magic, until the results of it make their life to hellish of course ;)

GREATEST STRENGTH: Charisma lol

FATAL FLAW: Self sacrificial tendencies

FAVORITE SMELL: Apple cider

FAVORITE SPELL OR CANTRIP: Fireball, classic "To whom it may concern Fuck You"

PET PEEVE: Being treated like they are stupid or incompetent

BAD HABIT: Drinking a lil too much, taking on too much responsibility at once, sneaking cookies from the pantry

HIDDEN TALENT: They worked at the sharess caress they have many ;p but for real its the blood magic and they hate it

LEISURE ACTIVITY: Napping lol and baking cookies

FAVORITE DRINK: Sherry or Tequila Sunrises

COMFORT FOOD: Cookies, loves chocolate chip and snicker doodles

FAVORITE PERSON(S): asking them to choose is so mean

FAVORED DISPLAY OF AFFECTION (PLATONIC AND/OR ROMANTIC): Kisses! Cheek kisses and forehead kisses for platonic affection. Second favorite is picking people up in hugs

FONDEST CHILDHOOD MEMORY: That one time Amour and Rugan stole cookies from the bakery with other Urchin kids

I was tagged more than once and I am so sorry this took me forever

Tagging: @rasaltav @thedragonagelesbian @haarleps @bootheminiaturegiantspacehamster

[ac-art-and-stuff]

What if I just... Team ROMA redesigns? Yeah. Team ROMA redesigns \^.^/

We startin' out with Rory "Ro" Ozul-Pyronia!

She's rocking some sweet new fingerless gloves, a new corset (which doubles as armor), a thigh pack, and her thigh knife (thife?) has migrated to the other side. She's also got more 'bat-like' ears and a bit of a haircut! Plus, she's got some sick new boots with red laces (kinda like Ruby's V1 boots but Rory's are brown rather than black)

Next is Obi-Taupe Sirus! (previously Oh-Taupe)

They've got a name change with their redesign! And I've decided to go full ham and drop the 'He' from their previous They/He pronouns so now they go by They/Them :D Their boots now go to their thighs, and now they've got stilettos rather than a chunky heel. If Cinder Fall can fight in glass heels, and Weiss can fight in heels (to the point of Ruby making a comment about it), my blorbo can fight in three inch stilettos!

Next we've got Sheldon "Sherry" Meral Murex!

He's still tired, and now he's got the anime 'dead mom' hairstyle! His prosthetic arm and leg have migrated to the other side, and I gave him half of his other hand back (so now he's just got two prosthetic fingers). He now has an elbow pad, spikes around his neck, and I got rid of his brown shoes! And the alt has his lab coat, his hairclip, and his prosthetic eye!

And lastly, here's Arnulf "Artie" Brun!

(Lovingly) Whore :) He's still got his chest out, even though I closed up the top of his... crop-top sleeve things. I chucked out the dark blue in his design and recolored the white to be more brown tinted. But, he's still got that bandanna around his leg :D

[cyberdragoninfinity]

so in case anyone was curious, this illustration is largely based on several stained glass portraits of St. Michael the Archangel slaying Lucifer (in kickass dragon form,) but especially this one (a 19th century window from Calvados, France)

A.) i Love angels in stained glass especially when the colors go crazy, this isnt the first time I've invoked them with art of Aporia and the Three Nobles, but more important B.) one day I will go off more about Aporia's angel symbolism in general but for now I gotta talk about Primo's, I gotta.

His Archangel Michael parallels make my brain spin around So fast--the Nobels are definitely supposed to effectively be robotic angels, messengers of the Apocalypse and God's (Z-one's) plan to fix the future. Primo sees himself as a loyal extension of Z-one's will, an agent of vicious justice, the 'commander' of his Ghost army. He's the android gijinka of Aporia's young adult war trauma. He's uhhh technically not alive! Meanwhile, Michael the angel is the leader of God's holy army, a military commander... and in Catholicism he's also the patron saint of death and soldiers. :^) (and. cops. cringe.) (though the Three Nobles were the heads of Sector Security for a While, huh.....) (it goes so deep it doesnt stop)

And there's the sword, of course, Michael is The angel most often depicted with a sword (sometimes a 'normal' blade, sometimes on fire, sometimes it's a spear, etc etc,) it's a spiritual weapon associated with him, created by God. And oh hey Primo what's that you got there....

Haha Ok Cool Man 👍 Sick Godsword

In the Bible it's Michael who leads the charge against Lucifer and his army of fallen angels in the battle of heaven and hell, and it's very specifically mentioned Lucifer takes on the form of a dragon during this epic clash. *the dog is, in fact, taking out the Book of Revelations*

so DEEPEST APOLOGIES TO STARDUST MY FRIEND STARDUST DRAGON for making her representative of the Literal Devil in that illustration; though, from Iliaster's point of view, perhaps of course Stardust WOULD be their draconic devil stand-in, the ace monster of Yusei, the dominant roadblock to their plans, the (you could perhaps argue) counterpart of their God's image. To Primo especially he has it Aggressively out for Stardust throughout his entire psychological obsession with Yusei. He Wants to Slay That Dragon So Bad, He Wants It as a Trophy On His Wall.

Michael also gets described and depicted very knight like in religious art and discussions, he is frequently armored; Primo also has a lot of knightly vibes imo, design and narrative wise. (And of course so does Sherry...interestingly, Sherry actually ALSO has a lot of parallels with St. Michael, including the fact she takes part in the fight against Primo's duel bot army (y'know...the Diablo :^) and a lot of her Joan of Arc invocations as a character) (that's a story for another post though) (Trey from Zexal ALSO has St. Michael parallels too imo) (but again, that's it's whole other post.) (yugioh LOVES religious symbolism like a bear loves salmon.)

it's just a very neat motif weaved throughout Primo's character!! His attitude is notoriously pretty shitty and difficult to put up with, but at his core he seems himself as a defender of sorts. God's sword. This is the path that will save the future. Tangentially, take this Alleluia verse about St. Michael:

"dreadful judgement," huh? Like... a Judgement Day? A world in peril and needing saving? Wonder who else has something to say about that and is very tunnel-vision obsessed with the notion of being the one alone to grant this safeguard...

ah :)

[kathexoo]

The Follower

[verse]

fiendish smile and captivating hits

a dangerous game that never sits (sits)

symphony of shadows, where no one quits

a heart of gold, but with wicked wits (wits)

[verse]

looks like you have been hiding for years

a mystery untold, a life of fears

and now it's nobody’s fault but yours

obsession feeling with your Sherry shocks (shocks)

[verse]

i told ya im getting..calmer and calmer

but it’s like fighting blindfolded in armor

you will never understand me again

because it’s kinda hard for me to explain

and i know those words can be unusual for you

though they’re true

[chorus]

hit me with your knowledge

im listening

eager to follow

just spill the tea

and let me be your follower

[verse]

wonder if you could make out my words

my thought

my chords

giving hope breaks you down

you’re walking a tightrope

up and down

and if you ask me i will tell

a direful truth you must face well

[chorus]

hit me with your knowledge

im listening

eager to follow

just spill the tea

and let me be your follower

[acidh2otoby]

Knight In Shining Armor

Rebecca Chambers x Male!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst

DUDE, I fucking love Rebecca sm 🥹

Won 5th place from this post.

You honestly don't know how you got here but you did. Rebecca had been kidnapped by some asshole named Glenn Arias and you were left to basically babysit Chris Redfield and Leon Kennedy. They hatched a plan on getting her back and stopping Arias from infecting all of New York City, like it was the next Raccoon City or something.

The anger you had kinda blinded you and you only cared about saving Rebecca and killing Arias. You couldn't believe that Chris and Leon would get that distracted by something, almost die, and let Rebecca get kidnapped. Chris had to basically hold you back from chasing after those assholes after they hurried away in their cars.

You had followed Chris and ended up in the hallway where a big zombie fight accrued, Chris let you go after to find Rebecca and save her. You thanked him quick before running off and doing exactly as you were told to, you started opening every door that didn't have a window on it to view inside, only to find a room full of the actual vaccine.

"Well, thanks Arias for being that dumb." You muttered to yourself as you closed the door but left one bullet mark on the door so you could remember which room it was.

"Chris, Leon, I found the vaccine, I left a bullet in the door so you'll find it." You radioed to the other men, knowing they wouldn't be able to respond.

The next room you went into, you saw Rebecca in a white wedding dress and rushed in. A doctor who was also in the room tried to attack you but you just shot him in the face, you didn't care about it that much anymore. You got up to Rebecca and pulled off the nebulizer that was on her mouth and nose, she was completely tied down and looked inches away from becoming a zombie.

"Rebecca, you still with me?" You asked, hoping you weren't too late.

Rebecca nodded, you sighed a little before you heard something loud approaching. You looked over to the dark part of the room to see a giant B.O.W., it looked a lot like the one Sherry Birkin had encountered on her mission in Japan.

"Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me..." You muttered, ready to fight this thing.

The fight was definitely a little scary since you were clearly outmatched for yourself but you did manage to at least knock it out long enough to get Rebecca free from the table she was laid on and carry her to a safer place. You had stolen the nebulizer and also took a smaller sized tank of the vaccine.

You got up to the roof when Glenn Arias tried attacking you, you got Rebecca and the vaccine to a safe place before fighting Arias one on one. The fight lasted a long time and even caused a mutation from Arias before the A Team showed up from the elevator. Leon was on his bike while Chris was standing next to him.

The two kept Arias busy enough for you to get back to Rebecca and help her, you connected the nebulizer to the tank and placed it over Rebecca's mouth and nose, then carefully placing the straps on the back of her head so you didn't have to hold it in place.

You held Rebecca and kept an eye on Chris and Leon just to make sure they didn't die or get infected somehow. Rebecca quickly became better and she took off the nebulizer, sighing a little after taking it off.

"You okay?" You asked, helping Rebecca sit up a little.

"Been better but I'll live." Rebecca said, leaning her head on your shoulder.

You chuckled a little, you both watched the fight end as Leon and Chris collected themselves. "You know, you look pretty cute in a wedding dress." You joked, slightly relaxing your hold on her.

"Is that your way of proposing to me?" Rebecca asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

"And would you say no?" You asked, still joking but a part of you hoping she'd say yes.

"I think I'll need an apology from you, Chris, and Leon first for letting me get kidnapped and almost die." Rebecca said, glancing at the other two men who were now talking with each other.

"If you insist, but I'm gonna warn you that I won't stop until you forgive me." You joked, brushing some of Rebecca's hair out of her face.

"Hey, lovebirds. You ready to go?" Chris called out, making you and Rebecca jump a little.

You both rolled your eyes, causing Leon to laugh. You helped Rebecca stand and walk to the helicopter, they had a set of spare clothes for Rebecca to change into and you helped cover her so she didn't feel as awkward. After that, you both sat in the helicopter and talked for a bit until Rebecca fell asleep and had her head on your shoulder.

"You two need to stop being cute together." Leon joked to you, smiling a little.

You chuckled a little before relaxing as well, the other two dozed off as well before you finally did as well.

[red-ropes-of-avalon]

They Can Live In My New World Or Die In Their Old One- Chapter 2: A Queen's Justice

Summary: You are known among the kingdom as The Mad Queen, a ruthless woman with a large military. Seeking to take your rightful throne, nobody who has ever seen you has returned before, all thought to presumably be dead. Your strength is unequal. Ser Leon Kennedy is a knight sent by King Graham to ask for a temporary truce. Hordes of monsters and the undead rising, the kingdom couldn't fight two wars. But how does one reason with a Mad Queen?

Riding back to the Kingdom felt almost boring, compared to the adrenaline that the Queen had brought with her. The blade sat uselessly by his side as he rode through the countryside. No happy towns with kids playing, the homes were boarded up, and the fields destroyed. Leon spurred the horse forward, trying to get the woman out of his head. 

“Welcome back Ser Leon!” The capital guards merrily greeted. Leon waved briefly before continuing on toward the castle. The common people went about their lives, unaware of the troubles beyond the capital. The last trouble these people had was when Albert Wesker, a renowned knight that Ser Redfield had fought beside when was uncovered he was aiding a foreign invasion forces. He had disappeared shortly after, and his title of Knight was removed. At the plaza, a blonde girl ran up to his horse. 

“Leon! You’re back!” Sherry sounded so happy. Leon smiled at her. 

“Of course, not even the Mad Queen could take me down.” He joked. “Now where’s Claire? Aren’t you meant to be with her when I’m gone?” Sherry looked down at her feet. Leon quickly picked the girl up and settled her on the horse. The horse took off on a trot once the riders were settled, returning its route towards the castle. Leon and Claire had been taking care of Sherry since her home was destroyed by the monster hordes. They were lucky to find the girl before the monsters did.

“Pretty boy’s back,” of course it was Leon’s luck to come back at the moment Chris Redfield was in the stables tending to his own steed. Leon dismounted from his own horse, before picking Sherry up and setting her down, sending her off to find Claire. “How did it go? Did you get her to agree?” 

“She…She’s giving us a single man. And in exchange, she wants the man who killed her family.” Chris clapped him on the back.

“Getting even one man from her is a successful negotiation. As for getting rid of that man, well good riddance. Now what was she like, is she really that terrifying? That your heart would run cold, from just meeting her eyes.” 

“She’s, I can’t quite explain. She’s gorgeous in this terrifying way. She inspires strength in her men for sure. Setanta wouldn’t follow her if she didn’t.”

“Hah The Mutt himself, swears himself to a woman! That’s truly a sight, I’d love to see that myself. Enough talk for now you should tell King Graham,” and with that, Chris ushered him off. 

As was promised, Leon returned to the Mad Queen’s castle the week following. The guards allowed him to pass easily once stating his name. The Queen’s Guard didn’t even bother wrangling. It was quiet, almost too much so. Standing before the doors, Setanta was nowhere to be seen. Servants still bustled around, one woman carrying a large basket of linens. “Pardon but where exactly is the Queen?”

“Oh, there’s a council meeting currently. Please wait, is that man beside you a prisoner sir?” Leon looked at the chained man. 

“Yes, I am to deliver him to the Queen directly. He is the Kingslayer,” Leon kicked the man slightly. The fool was out of it but his grin was full of gums and missing teeth. It frightened the poor woman. She scuttled back, clinging the basket closer. 

“Oh well if you’ll excuse me, I must deliver these to a room. He’s such an extravagant man,” the woman shuffled away hurriedly. The sound of boots and clacking armor alerted him to more individuals coming his way. He lowered his head, to kick the feet out from under the Kingslayer. The poor serving girl didn’t need the man to scare her. 

“Ah Ser Leon, I see you’ve kept your end of the deal,” a warm smile graced your face. “Setanta, bring the prisoner to the dungeons to await my justice. While you’re at it go retrieve our esteemed guest, if he’s given my girls any more troubles I’ll wring him out myself.” You pushed open the great doors to the throne room as Setanta grabbed the man off the floor, and hauled him over his shoulder. Leon followed close behind, noticing details he hadn’t previously, the floor was made of a black smoothed stone. 

“I never did get your name m’lady,” he decided to test his luck. The dragons weren’t upon the wall he quickly noted. “A rather impressive castle, to match an impressive woman.” He added. 

“Hmm, my name is public knowledge though I suppose your False King may have erased it. I am (Y/N) of the Great House (L/N), the rightful Queen of the United Sovereignty,” your lips turned upwards. “I have many names the common people use, but I believe that is the most suitable for our interactions,” you did appreciate his boldness.  He enthralled you, nobody ever spoke back to you, and here comes this knight openly challenging you on your fairness. “Since you’ve been so interesting I’ll give you this opportunity. If at any point in this journey, you are to partake in, you feel you need my help, if you can convince me I will aid you with the dragon fire I bring. All I ask in return is that you bend the knee, not everyone just you.”

“I doubt I will need this offer, but it is noted m’lady.” Before Leon could make a smart retort, the doors were once more pushed open, Setanta striding in. A second set of footsteps followed behind the large man. 

“He was causing problems for Addi again, but nothing she couldn’t handle,” Setanta’s low and rough voice was enough to shake most people. A true Southern man popped out from behind Setanta’s broad back and opened his mouth to retort, but once met with your icy gaze closed his mouth once more. 

“This is the man I promised you, Ser Leon, his name is Luis Serra, though he is more commonly referred to in our camps as ‘El Escorpion’ he’s from the Southern Isles. He can be a handful, but he’s incredibly intelligent, and a more than worthy fighter.” 

“Gracias mi reina, a compliment from you is truly the highest of compliments,” Luis knelt before you, kissing your hand. 

“It’s getting late, I cannot in good conscience let you leave now. El Escorpion you are free to return to your room or may stay and ask Ser Leon any questions you have.” You released the Southern man, who instead decided to stay.

“I have one question for you Leon, who else will be in this merry little band of misfits?”

“You and me, Ser Chris Redfield, Ada Wong a hired hand, Piers Nivans, and Ethan Winters. A crack team if I do say so myself,” Leon grinned. As Luis and Leon spoke, Setanta walked before your throne. You raised an eyebrow at the wolfish man.

“The prisoner is ready for your justice, all of the maids have already spread that a show of justice will be occurring tonight. Whoever told Ellie that we’d have the Kingslayer really did all the work for us,” Setanata’s grin was ever-present. 

“Very well, once it’s dark I will reign down my justice. In the meantime let us prepare.” Your eyes turned cold at the very thought. The man who slayed your family finally answering before you, it was finally time for retribution.

As the cold and dark settled in, the castle emptied out. The villages emptied, and a gathering around the scorched area of land. The prisoner was set in the center, with Setanta standing beside you. The commoners kept clear, not crowding their queen. To her sides were the large dragons. Luis and Leon were close to the front of the crowd. “You’ve never seen her justice before, you’re in for a treat,” Luis nudged Leon. Leon just looked at the Mad Queen. A hush fell as you straightened out your cape. 

“My loyal subjects! Before us, we finally have the man who killed my father and your King! He will answer for the injustice he perpetrated! You all choose to follow me, you all agreed to give me this Kingdom! For that, I will ensure justice is always seen through! All men will die, but I am no man! I walked into the storm, I walked into the darkness, and emerged a true queen! My dreams come true! You’re happiness and my reign, that is my dream! Now and forever!” You spun on your heel, turning to face the scorched ground. You raised your hand, and the two dragons fixed their eyes on you. “For the crime of treason against the crown, I sentence you to die.” You closed your fingers down and the two dragons snapped their head back to the man, and from their maws, great flames burst forth. The white dragon’s blue flames contrasted with the black and red dragon’s standard orange fire. When their jaws snapped shut nothing was left in the grounds. 

The crowd erupted in cheers, joy over their queen’s justice. But Leon felt his blood freeze, this wasn’t how justice should work. The white dragon lowered its head and you climbed onto the back. The two dragons let out a great roar, and the people erupted in another cheer. The beasts took off in the air to return to the great castle.

“I don’t know what that was but that wasn’t justice!” Leon burst into the throne room. You raised your eyebrow before the knight. “Now I see why you’re called the Mad Queen, killing someone who wronged you! Burning them to nothing but ashes, that’s murder, not justice.”

“He murdered my family. I assure you, Kennedy, I do not wish to be Queen of the Ashes. My show of strength will ensure peace, however, it is my justice and all who defy justice and perpetrate injustice will answer for it. Now I suggest you go to the room my girls prepared for you. You have an arduous journey before you. If I must be your final villain, return so you may enact your own justice on me. But do not fall before returning to me boy.”

[sapphire-weapon]

jesus christ that makes everything about him so much fucking sadder omfg

Him being so depressed and isolated from Sherry was already tragic but if its because of a choice HE MADE????? IF HE ACTIVELY DECIDED TO GIVE IT UP???? no wonder he drinks like that omf

(also I'm playing re5 for the first time with my brothers rn and its so bad LOL both the game itself and trying to keep them on track. i am carrying this team istfg)

god seriously RE5 sucks to go back to. there's so many little things that show its age. every few minutes me and @godtier found some new annoyance and just went "THIS GAME DOESN'T NEED A REMAKE THO"

+ moving is clunky and feels like shit + game is more action-oriented than RE4 but gives you a far more limited inventory space + body armor takes up an inventory space + can't trade guns back and forth with your partner + game is absurdly unclear about your mission objective or what you're meant to be doing at any given point + bosses are gimmicky and not skill-based + enemy encounter rate is very weirdly staggered as a tech limitation of the 360/PS3 + level design is a lot of long corridors + environment design is very samey, and the lack of dialogue between characters makes the game feel devoid of personality + rips encounters/ideas directly from RE4 but does them worse

but this game doesn't need a remake tho

[gizmocrate-werecrow]

What to do when you are a leafling: soft music and care

(I wanted to do a chapter exploring Sherry. Warning for implied death and a general sense of melancholy.)

Sherry floated over to Yonny and tapped his hand, he weakly opened his eyes and smiled.

“I-I-I guess it also affects me…”

Sherry nodded and turned to Dingo and Bernard.

“Bernard, help him up, I can bring him to our hideaway but promise to be down there straight away.” Sherry said she grabbed Yonny and they both teleported in a wisp of green light.

“Gah, this is so confusing.” Dingo said. He grabbed Bernard’s hand and they walked to the cave entrance.

“I agree. I sure hope he’s okay.” Bernard said, he tugged his stem and the ground shook.

A group of armored cannon larvae emerged from the ground.

Dingo, Bernard and Jack steadied their ground. This was going to take a while, especially with their sleep-deprived minds.

—

Down in the hideaway, Yonny was resting in a sleeping bag while Sherry tended to him, she placed an ice pack on his forehead and a thermometer in his mouth, she now wore a folded face mask over her stem.

“…”

“It’s going to be okay, as long as you’re down here nothing bad will happen. Don’t worry, your friends are coming.” Sherry said while lightly dabbing some antiseptic on Yonny’s stem.

“Th-thank you.” Yonny weakly said. He coughed and felt out the hole in his suit. He plucked the thermometer out and looked at the temperature.

“21 degrees Celsius or 70 degrees Fahrenheit core body temperature…oh no.”

“Is that bad? Did I make the ice pack too cold or something?” Sherry fretted while lifting the ice pack off.

“No no, the average core body temperature is around 36 degrees Celsius or 98.6 degrees fahrenheit, as you get lower, your bodily functions start to fail and eventually die.”

“How do you know all of this?”

“Medical school and an internship at a mortician’s”

“What’s a school? What’s a mortician?” Sherry asked, she tilted her head in an inquisitive manner.

“I will answer that later, my dear assistant. Firstly I need to go outside-“

“No! You need to rest! The sun is dangerous and you’ve been up all night!”

“So I have” Yonny yawned out, he streached and stared at his hands for a moment before laying to sleep.

Sherry let out a ghostly sigh and floated around the doctor diligently much like a guard dog would, no harm would come to Yonny as long as she was around!

An hour passed and Sherry was digging through his emergency kit, looking at all the fun trinkets that seemed to reside in there, pure white camouflaging wrap, a sticky on one side and not sticky on another strip, funny little clicky things and a small box. Sherry tilted her head and gently opened it.

The most beautiful sound came from the box, it sounded sweet yet sad. Sherry floated a little closer, noticing words engraved inside the box.

“Good luck in the rescue corps! From…i can’t read that” Sherry said, she closed the box and gently put it back into the emergency kit, same with all the other fun trinkets that Yonny kept in it.

“One day I’ll learn enough of his writing to understand, but today is a day of rest.” Sherry said. She sat on the kit and closed her eyes.

There she was, facing the horrific mixture of a beady long legs and machine, she didn’t need to worry! Papa will keep everyone safe! She, alongside the others were tossed on the monstrosity’s orb, it let out a metallic scream and shook them off, the monster’s stick pivoted and moved, whistling echoed in her ears and then…

Bang

Sherry opened her eyes to a loud bang, she froze up and curled into a ball, if she could cry like she once could, she would.

Dingo was carrying Bernard and Jack on his back, he was out of breath and had clear bags under his eyes despite the leaves, he huffed and puffed and laid Bernard down.

“Is he okay?” Sherry asked, the nightmare disappearing from her mind.

“Well it’s a pretty long story, it all started when some armored cannon larve attacked us.”

(Don’t worry, Dingos side is a whole other chapter)

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Open Hearth Video Roundup - November 3, 2023

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Eotenweard: Northumbria (Session 4) Alun R. runs for José Feito, Paul Rivers, Sabine V., and Will H After last session's successful Revelation and resulting cliffhanger...we see the climactic battle to free the people of Brangarw from the influence of their malevolent priest, and conspiring leaders. There are competing claims of heresy, multiple pleas for aid from the Christ God, and a surprising response from...elsewhere. Then...despite both edging closer to death Solinus saves the innocent and Cadoc levels his lance in the name of Christ; Black Jell catches a villain...and let's him go; and Fynn confronts one of the Black Dogs of Annwn. Finally, back on the road following the path their god(s) decree for them, Solinus decides he needs a greater understanding of the power he serves...

Delta Green: Impossible Landscapes (Session 12) Shane runs for Blake Ryan, Mark (he/they), and Puckett The agents approach a demon for help finding the mysterious Hotel Broadalbin, but the route he suggests is bizarre, dangerous, and oddly connected to one of the agents' pasts.

Girl By Moonlight: Divine Engines (Session 3) Lowell Francis runs for Ethan Harvey, Patrick Knowles, Sherri, and Tyler Lominack The battle against the fallen cathedral world Leviathan is successful but takes its toll on the team. They return to the ship to regroup and try to rebuild themselves as a team. But the Bastion's jump to escape pursuit leads them to a star system Tav recognizes from the future--the site of Sia's death and his original time jump.

Girl By Moonlight: Divine Engines (Session 4) Lowell Francis runs for Ethan Harvey, Patrick Knowles, Sherri, and Tyler Lominack The team launches out to explore the mysteries of Tyrfing III, requiring them to disembark from the Engines to explore this silenced colony. After facing down and nearly being destroyed by mechanical guardians, the group comes face to face with the force which destroyed this world-- a face Tav recognizes as his own.

Free from the Shadow: Samurai Fantasy (Session 3) Lowell Francis runs for Cale P, Elle, Mike Minutillo, and Sherri We see the machinations of the clans go in various directions which seems to signal disaster. But progress on the Imperial project continues. With the aid of the Imperial Herald, the protagonists head to the site of an ancient duel in orders to uncover secrets. But they find a horde of undead and a more powerful being which lies dying belowground.

Hearts of Yokai (Session 2) Lowell Francis runs for Anders, Donogh, Matthew Doughty, and Sabine V. Mirage delivers her gift with unexpected results, Path and Scale have a moment or two of miscommunication, Lord Bloom deals with the location scouts and executes a party.

Hearts of Yokai (Session 3) Lowell Francis runs for Agatha, Anders, Donogh, and Sabine V. In the aftermath of Lord Bloom's party, Squeaktune returns. There's a moment of confession from Scale to Mirage, which sends Squeaktune scurrying away. Preparations for the ball celebrating the turn to the Court of Tides are interrupted by a flying dream sword--the pursuit of which leaves Mirage bleeding in the street.

MCU Sunday

Demigods (Session 3) Rich Rogers runs for Alex, Cody Eastlick, and Steven Watkins The new Warriors Three defeat Adam Mann and seek out the power behind the Mysticator Armor!

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Knightly Interruption

Notes: Written for a 2020 Halloween event. USUKUS, word count: 378

“Arthur!” Alfred screeched, weakly swatting at the hands. Despite his movements being shaky, his hard glare was not. “You know I ain’t into this freaky shit!”

Arthur walked closer, not wanting to attract the knight's attention if Alfred wasn’t in immediate danger. He shrugged, holding his elbows and falling into a relaxed stance. “What am I supposed to do? Exercise the good man?”

America nodded vigorously.

“I can’t,” Arthur stated simply. The air was sharp and sliced through the stitches of his sweater to bite his flesh. And their wine had spilled into the grass. Damn.

It hadn’t a head, the top of a rotted spine protruding from the gaping hole of its neck. Its armor was in tatters with broken bits of rusted shrapnel embedded in a series of exposed ribs. Metal scattered the graveyard soil in a trail.

And all this drama because they’d (unintentionally, accidentally) rolled over an unmarked grave after sharing a bottle of sherry. England only managed the buckle of America’s belt before the soil underneath them broke and a rotten hand shot out and snagged America’s ankle.

The grip was unexpectedly firm (for a dead, headless knight) so when America cried out and dragged himself away, he hauled the rest of the body out from the deep caverns of the graveyard floor.

Coming to a decision, Arthur walked over and tapped the knight on the shoulder who turned around with an awful sound of rusted chain mail grinding, and asked kindly, “Is there something I can help you with, sir?”

The knight stopped pawing America’s quivering back and turned its busted front to face England. 

Damp hands encompassed his and shook them firmly, a clear yes. When Engalnd squeezed back it dropped their shake and stumbled to kneel over a packed patch of dirt, gesturing at it with creaking, slow, but communicative motions. 

Then it pointed to a gross-looking shovel propped against an iron gate.

England didn’t need to look over his shoulder to know that America was passed out and went to grab the tool with a sigh.

Planting the shovel into the dirt and jamming his foot over the edge, the Brit bemoaned how differently this night would’ve gone if they just remained on the blanket.

“Just a moment, sir.”

[roseicicles]

Looks at Aki. I have no idea how they do it. They can keep the KING JACK ATLAS at KING level but they still cant keep a competent female through arc-V. They either die, are humor only, or fade into obscurity sadly

Yugioh doesn't, and never has known how to write badass female characters. They either start out strong, or can be good, but all end up just being either non existent, or as you said, fade into obscurity.

Like lets go series by series.

OG Yugioh: Mai? Mai? The girl who basically lost most of her duels, was pretty much used as canon fodder. As in just to showcase Ra, and give reason for Joey's epic duel vs Marik. To then join up with the whole Dartz thing, only to then STILL feel like a poor duelist. Sure, she and Joey had an epic duel, but then after that....Meh. Then after that season she was g o n e.

GX: Alexis could've been a great character. She had links to the shadows through her missing brother, she was best friends with the school's top duelist. But after her good start, she gets captured lol. Sure, she does get her payback, but I swear, after that it's mostly downhill for her development. While everyone around her goes down a major path of development and character.

Another point going to Blair, cause what could've been for her. When you consider her Tag Force 3 deck. Imagine if she had Lightsworns in the show. She'd be a unit, but nah, she just became a cheerleader sadly, and a damsel during the Yubel later stages.

5DS: Honestly, the Blackwings are at fault here LOL. Akiza had such a grand opening, and then the second half/rest dropped the ball SUPER hard. Hell, you could argue all the females here had great starts, only for it to go downhill, or just nothing. Carly, Misty, Luna even((Mina doesn't count as she's just more a proper side character)). Of course later we had Sherry, whom we should've had a epic Sherry vs Aki duel one on one. But what did we get? Shery vs Aki AND Crow. Like least Jack having Leo and Luna made sense, as it was to set up Life Stream's birth from Power Tool, but jfc.

Zexal: Rio huh. Honestly like I said, she has a good opener, but then later just becomes basically worth nothing. Even when the big reveal happens. She's not threatening, or important. We also have Anna who had fucking trains, yet was barely used.

Arc-V: OK. Now here is where I first talked about it. Cause honestly, THESE FOUR GALS DESERVE BETTER. Yuzu has a good growth period, but after basically Serena takes her spot, Yuzu basically becomes NOTHING. While Serena kicks ass like a true badass, and becomes a great character. Her duel with Yugo is honestly one of my favorites. It helped her realize that maybe dueling can be fun. But what do we get after that? Oh, she's taken away in the most bullshit plot armor way, and mind controlled lmao. Rin and Ruri? We get told they're great through flashbacks, do we get to see it? Nop, they're controlled. Then the end, only Yuzu gets to be free basically. What a mess.

Vrains: How many times do you want to fuck Blue Angel/Aoi did you say? Like, what important duel did she win? Every important duel, she loses. She came off as a really good character, and everything good and cool they threw at her, they then decide to make her LOSE. I'm not saying she has to win to become relevant and good, but it just felt like she became a punching bag, and only Playmaker and later Soulburner COULD save the day.

Sevens: Sevens is more of kid Yugioh honestly, so I can't really expect too much from it, as comparing it to other series, yeah. Sevens isn't bad, just...Alright. Though I will say, it had some pretty good female characters. But like the dudes in this show, pretty average gdigsdidg. Will say though, Romin surprisingly had a positive dueling record. With 11 duels. One not shown, three loses, and SEVEN WINS. There are some notable characters too, like Luke's sister, and the construction crew girl. But in terms of what my post is mainly following, can't put that there.

Go Rush: Same can be said here tbh. Might be some 'nice' characters, but none fitting the mold.

I'm not making all this to say, 'oh the female characters are complete shit' when they're not. I love em for a reason, I just get so sad when their writing goes to sour shit, as if they get the rug pulled from under them, while the dudes continue forward, and get the lime light.

It's why if Yugioh ever goes serious again, I'd love a female lead. A female lead that would kick ass, and not go down a more forgetful or poor writing path like these have before.