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reaverzine · 9 months

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FIRE PRO WRESTLING CARD BOUT - THE CCG 'LOST' TO TIME.

In preparation for exploring Fire Pro Wrestling Card Bout, it's essential to first have a concise overview of the history of Fire Pro Wrestling.

Fire Pro Wrestling Combination Tag marked the inception of the renowned Fire Pro Wrestling series, hitting the gaming scene on June 22nd, 1989. Developed by Human Entertainment, this milestone title made its debut exclusively for the PC Engine platform in Japan. As the inaugural entry in the series, Fire Pro Wrestling Combination Tag holds a significant place in the history of wrestling video games.

It laid the groundwork for the beloved franchise that would go on to captivate wrestling fans and gamers alike for years to come.

After a substantial wait of nearly a decade, North American fans finally got a taste of the Fire Pro Wrestling series on June 11th, 2001. The highly anticipated debut of the franchise in North America took place on the Game Boy Advance console, which conveniently launched on the very same day.

The arrival of Fire Pro Wrestling on the Game Boy Advance was met with excitement from wrestling enthusiasts eager to experience the series' unique gameplay and character roster. This marked a significant moment for the franchise as it expanded its reach to a whole new audience.

Building on the success of its predecessor, Fire Pro Wrestling 2 was released in the North American market on October 23rd, 2002. This sequel brought even more depth, improved mechanics, and an expanded selection of wrestlers, further solidifying the series' popularity in the region.

With both titles now available in North America, fans were able to fully immerse themselves in the gripping world of Fire Pro Wrestling right on their handheld consoles. The series' reputation for strategic gameplay and addictive wrestling action only continued to grow.

On November 13, 2007, Fire Pro Wrestling Returns made its debut on the PlayStation 2 in North America. This installment brought with it enhanced graphics, refined gameplay mechanics, and an extensive roster of wrestlers, making it a highly anticipated title among wrestling game aficionados.

Fast forward another decade, and on August 28, 2018, Fire Pro Wrestling World made its grand entrance to wrestling enthusiasts in the USA and Canada. This marked a major milestone for the series, as it embraced modern gaming platforms while retaining the classic gameplay that had earned it a devoted fan base.

Now, let's take a little leap back in time to the year 2001. Fire Pro Wrestling Card Bout has now entered the scene. Unlike its predecessors, this game took on a different form, emerging as a collectible card game (CCG).

Limited to a release exclusively in Japan, Fire Pro Wrestling Card Bout allowed players to engage in strategic battles using trading cards.

Above is a look at the now defunct website for Fire Pro Wrestling Card Bout.

Fire Pro Wrestling Card Bout (FPW: CB) transports the action from the screen to the tabletop arena. Given the scarcity of information on FPW: CB, it's important to note that this article cannot encompass all facets of the CCG and might contain inaccuracies.

The product lineup consisted of two options: a Starter Kit and Booster packs. The Booster pack contained 10 random cards and initially retailed at ¥381 upon launch. The game features a total of 256 cards, distributed as follows:

20 'Wrestler' Cards

35 'Skill/Technique' Cards

35 'Throw' Cards

35 'Strike' Cards

35 'Flying' Cards

21 'Defense' Cards

33 'Auxiliary' Cards

22 'Effect' Cards

20 'Special Move' Cards

The Starter Kit comprises a Rule Book, 1 Damage Marker, and a total of 64 cards, with 1 wrestler card and a mix of 63 non-wrestler cards, retailing for ¥1,429. There are 10 starter decks available in total, although they lack distinct markings on the packaging and are distributed randomly. A starter deck provides sufficient cards for a single player, so each player must assemble their own deck from a starter deck and boosters if they wish to customize their decks. While the Starter Kit does not list a player mat, there are images of a player mat being used.

Three promo cards are confirmed, but additional ones might exist. The first promo card was bundled with Fire Pro Wrestling D (Dreamcast) on March 1st, 2001. The second accompanied Fire Pro Wrestling A (Game Boy Advance) on March 21st, 2001, while the third was released on April 1st, 2001, alongside the Fire Pro Wrestling CB Official Playing Manual.

The official playing manual, listed at ¥1,760, is a comprehensive gameplay guide encompassing everything you need to know about playing the collectable card game. The manual covers a range of topics, including detailed explanations of game rules and mechanics, instructions for gameplay, introductions and comprehensive overviews of the available cards with their associated data, and suggested decks for optimal performance. The following three chapters are within the 96-page book:

Chapter 1: Fundamental Concepts and Essential Card Game Specifications.

Chapter 2: Strategy Guide for Card Bouts and Deck Construction to Outmatch Opponents.

Chapter 3: Comprehensive Card Catalog (Wrestler Cards & Sample Deck Strategies, Offensive and Defensive Moves, Supportive Elements, and Special Effect Cards).

As of this writing there are no videos or examples of gameplay and the Official Playing Manual and Rule Booklet that accompanied the Starter Kit has not surfaced in a digital form/PDF online.

Above is a preview of a guide being worked on currently. With no release date set it is currently unknown when it will be completed.

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b4kuch1n · 3 months

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Hello! Honoring the call for a global strike, from now (24/01/2024) until the end of this week (6AM Monday 29/01/2024, Hanoi/Jakarta time (GMT+7)) I am offering one full-body sketch of any character you want for every e-sim you donate.

All you need to do is:

go to gazaesims.com

follow the instruction there and donate an e-sim of any plan

screenshot the confirmation of your purchase and donation

send the screenshots to me via either email ([email protected]) or Tumblr DM, along with the character you want a sketch of and any references you have on hand.

Standard commission/request guideline applied. I'll run streams in the next four days (and perhaps after as well) on Youtube doing these sketches live - those will be announced on this blog as they happen.

I'm not currently affiliated with the Cartoonist Cooperative or any other artists doing the same drive, but if my art's not what you're looking for, definitely give the Coop's site as well as the e-sim tag on Tumblr a look! And if you're not looking for sketch commissions from me or art commission in general at the moment, I encourage you to donate an e-sim anyway if possible.

Thank you for your work and support - I can't wait to draw your character!

#bakuspecial #gaza esims #e sims #commission info #I've been wanting to buy an e-sim myself but. my current credit card is Extremely weird #it does not register as either an ATM card or a VISA card when I do online purchases. and I need a VISA card for this from where I am #so hey! if you're looking to commission me for something like this anyway #then for this week we can put the money towards an urgent cause #I am sadly otherwise extremely low on energy nowadays. so my comm bouts are few and far inbetween #but while I have the energy I very much want to do this #I'll need to set up some admin stuff for the streams and for checking the donations. but I can do it #have a good day guys! you know where I stand on the matter as an inhabitant of a country deeply wounded by colonialism & imperialism #I'm glad to be able to add my effort. from the river to the sea!

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dirk-menace · 4 months

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1 am experimenting

#drawn on such a small canvas it's almost pixel art #inscryption #daniel mullins games #inscryption p03 #P03 #PO3 #he doesnt know what emo is #trying to spice up my rendering i like how this looks so far tbh #if a heartless machine why sp bitchy bout card games #love him sm you have no idea #i love his design n all but i will NOT be drawing his complicated ass arm at 1 am

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ba1laur · 1 year

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wolfwood d nicholas from trigun anime 1998 you are just a guy i would meet at the gas station perhaps or the grocery store even

#fun entertaining redraws from screenshots i took while rewatching 98 for the dub he sounds so funny.#im bout to go down in FUH-LAMES #i would give him my credit card information.#so funny to compare this wolfwood to the other wolfwood ive drawn #because here i tried to stay on model in my attempt to try capturing the character and whimsy of 98 wolfwood #but you can clearly tell some kind of demon took over me when i drew him the first time #trigun 98 #wolfwood #wolfwood d nicholas #the d stands for *train passes by*#fanart tag #trigun #art tag

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puppetmaster13u · 22 days

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Thinkin' of WOF Au for DC, but like, it's a Gothamite and Fawcett thing. (And Amity Park if crossover)

Like those are the most magical areas in the world, even if Gotham is cursed as fuck. An unspoken secret of sorts that while they present themselves as human to outsiders, they are all Very Much Not.

Which means hilariously in the league, when everyone expects Batman to be suspicious and short with the new guy- even made bets on it- they are then shooketh when both visibly relax and start talking. And half the shared complaints don't make sense!

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Now Gotham technically has no Queen, nor does Fawcett, but Batman and Captain Marvel are the closest things. Not in the traditional sense of back when they were in separate tribes (& maybe from a different dimension but shh that was millennia ago) but in the sense of, they're the ones patrolling and protecting the cities along with calling the shots in disasters.

Which does sort of change the dynamic they both have in their city. If one of them calls to arms, the city would follow them. They could declare war, and their cities (begrudgingly in Gotham's underbelly's case of strongest is in charge) would follow. And while Billy is oblivious, both Marvel-the-not-hivemind and Batman are. They know they have to be very careful.

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I'm sure we all want Nightwing Bruce but no. Bruce, like both his mother and father and father's father and so on before him, is actually an Icewing. The Waynes however, have a case of melanism running in their bloodline. Thomas Wayne? Only his quills and part of his back were darker, but Bruce? Practically pitch black scales that shadow his eyes.

Now Alfred on the other hand, is a Nightwing. No special powers there, though you would hear many a child protest with how he seems to know everything.

Commissioner Gordon is a Mudwing, big stocky and very tired, which translates to his human disguise as a large trenchcoat. He finds this very amusing. Barbara similarly, is half Mudwing. Her mother was a Hivewing, making her a hybrid between both. Which does ironically mean that Batgirl does in fact have insectoid wings. Though that does ponder the question on if they'd all go by their original vigilante names.

Dick is a Silkwing. Wingless as he watches his parents fall and unable to do anything despite this place supposedly being safe for beings like them. He grows into his own, and his wings, when they come in, are dark Gotham colors through and through, with the deep blue of the sky he's come to crave.

Jason is a hybrid between a Mudwing and a Skywing. He's also an animus- not that he knew that. He doesn't find out until he's dying, telling himself to not die, to get back to Gotham, to his dad, his family- And then he wakes up in his Coffin, alive.

Now Cass, raised to be the perfect killer, is also a hybrid, just one between a Nightwing and a Rainwing, egg set out under the moon. Which succeeds, partially. She can't straight up read minds, but combined with her talent in reading body language on both human and inhuman bodies, it's a near thing.

Tim is a Seawing, borderline abandoned by his parents who seek treasures and more wealth as he's trapped back in a city where the water is dark and poisoned. But he's Gothamite, through and through, and he adapts. Scales darker than the original blues he was born with, and glow shifting to that sickly white of the Gotham's Bats.

Now Steph, is a full-blooded Rainwing, and can in fact change her scales, but can mostly be found in purples and golds. Though for a short time she was in another set of colors, thought dead before she slithered out of the shadows older and wiser than before.

Damian is his father's son, but he's also an Al-Ghul. The not-quite dragonet is half Icewing, and half Sandwing. And struggled to adjust at first, to a place so different from his first home where the only other dragons were blood related. But like any Wayne before him, he adjusts, and he adapts.

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Billy wasn't a Beetlewing originally, and perhaps he would have hesitated if he'd known it would change him, would change his body and the last thing he had of his parents. But his friends, his Team and new family help. And he can pass as a Silkwing like their sort-of foster mother. All six of them can do so now, even if the others look more like hybrids themselves thanks to not being the Champion. They might not be, but they're his family. And that's enough.

#dc #dcu #batman au #batman #captain marvel #billy batson #gotham #wof #wings of fire #fuck it #prompts #batfamily #batfam prompts #dragons #dragon au #who knows why they can turn human or make people believe that's what they are #could be an animus thing could just be a gift from the City Spirits themselves #Gotham's no-man's land arc would be hella different me thinks #dragon cities gotta stick together after all #Billy when first seeing Batman: Oh thank fuck another dragon I keep having to stop myself from asking questions bout wtf they're talkin bou #Bat(oh god another vigilante child)man: ... Oh I understand that perfectly come to this place at this time & I can give you a powerpoint on #human stuff because if your home is anything like Gotham then humanity and aliens are a bit horn-scratching strange #Does Batman adopt Billy? No.#Billy & Co ends up similar to Barbara & Steph lol #They're not adopted but here have rooms & credit card & a college fund & anything else u or ur foster parents might need #y'know i bet martian manhunter would get along with most dragon people over the 'so how do human again'#also just in case someone wants to #dcxdp #dpxdc #also had a random idea that this could be a fun white-collar crossover

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theonewhowails · 4 months

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been pondering this bad boy

like. that symbol there on the sign line, which is used in our cult. is it actually a SIGNATURE? a name?? of narinder? the lamb? of death itself? rotating this one

#i have no concrete thoughts bout this immediately #though i think it would be interesting if this was for nari bc the sign incorporates the infinity sign #the one who waits........ a double cross.... like a grave over the symbol if infinity...... death inevitable and eternal.....#i dint think it has anything to do with midas just because it was in his crusty ass cave #ive always interpreted the way claunneck shows us 'our' deck as meaning that these cards are uniquely for the lamb #whether we start with them or not #do the faces of the card change for others whose fortunes are told? do they have their own decks? havent hought that far ahead #i will simply decide whatever i think of that is sexiest

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ploppymeep · 2 years

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⛅️And in the coming years

We all will disappear

Into the clouds that the rain falls from

And if we make believe

Our bodies create the seas

We'll feel less worrisome🌈

#lyrics r from The Lesson by The Lemon Twigs #my art #ygo #yugioh #yugioh duel monsters #ygo dm #yugioh dm #bakura #ryou bakura #bakura ryou #been thinking bout his tarot card recently

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kirayamidemon · 1 year

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After 658476897456468 millenias I finally liend n colored this bitch n can finally be done witht this stupid bitch fucksd

#twisted wonderland #twst #floyd leech #drawings #i didnt wanna line it cause the sketch actually came out decent n i didnt wanna ruin it #god his hair was a angihtmare;so were the motions how do yall always draw things in motion so effortlessly plls share secret #stupdi teasing fuck the moment i started sketching this is when he came stupid mutt i ahte him #on another note im going so feral over orthos new card so expect that in bout nother 10 years or so

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aria0fgold · 24 days

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A confession of wishes for a future without you.

Ren sat up from the bed, he couldn't sleep. He's been lying down for hours now, eyes closed even, and yet he still couldn't find his own sleep. Morgana laid beside him, sound asleep. He carefully got up, so as to not disturb him. Making sure to walk quietly in his room while looking for something, anything to help him sleep. A book, a distraction, whatever it is that he can find. So he began his search and not even a minute later, stumbled upon a box. One far too familiar that he froze when he saw it. How many months had it been since he had that box now? He doesn't know, didn't want to keep track of that time, didn't even want to think about anything in regards to it at all.

A small black box with intricate designs painted in red, it wasn't locked, in fact, it can easily be opened. But Ren never did open it. He didn't want to, he didn't want to know what's inside it, didn't want to face the reality that Kaito— that he— that his friend is… He wanted to bathe in the pool of lies he made for himself, that Kaito's sudden disappearance isn't too much of a big deal, that someday, maybe just maybe, he'll come back again. He continued to lie to himself like that, ever since Kaito disappeared.

Perhaps, it's time to face reality once more.

Ren took a deep breath, opening and closing his hand in an effort to steady its trembling, in an effort to gather enough courage to open the box he had been avoiding ever since he first saw it, days after he lost all contact with Kaito. It was hidden underneath the bed, Ren moved it somewhere else, farther from him yet in its own safe place. Just like what he wished and hoped for Kaito as well, far from him yet safe. So he kept wishing, over and over again.

Please be safe, please be safe, please be safe.

That's how wishes work, right? To think it three times, say it thrice, and believe with all your heart for it to be real. So he held onto that hope. No matter how small it was, he held onto it like a precious gem nestled within his palm, threatening to shatter at the slightest jolt.

Ren took a few more deep breaths, until finally, he reached for the box and lifted its lid. In it was a letter, white with a blue ribbon, and a monocle beside it. Ren can feel the gears in his brain coming to a halt, slowly… slowly… it'd freeze in time, but not now, not yet. Mechanically, Ren stood up and walked towards the bed, he sat by the edge, near the window to put an arm on, to lean his body on. For support maybe, for a hope perhaps, that once he's finished reading the letter. Kaito would appear in his white suit with his cape flowing in the wind, the magician in the moonlight.

That's what this is, isn't it? A confession of secrets. He had an idea about it, infamous internationally wanted criminal, Kaito KID was Kaito Kuroba's other identity. He had a feeling that was the case but never pursued the thought, it'd be unfair, won't it? For Ren to intrude into Kaito's secret when he has his own secrets to hide. So it'd just be fair, to not know. To pretend to not know anything. To pretend that the thief he saw on the rooftop that day isn't someone he knows even though he's so painfully aware of it. It's only fair that way.

Ren took another deep breath, swallowing hard as he prepared to open the letter, setting aside the box with the monocle still inside by the window sill.

His heart skips a beat at the sight of his name, written by Kaito's hand.

“Dear Renren,” it starts, “How are you? Knowing you, you probably didn't open this letter until months had passed, I bet! ”

Ren quietly chuckled at that, he was right. Kaito was always too good at reading people. “That's alright though, I won't blame you because I'm such a gentleman,” A small face was drawn there, it looked like Kaito smirking at him, how cute. “I'm sure you've already seen the other item in the box, it was right on top of the letter you're reading now after all! ” He drew a monocle then. Ren held his breath as he read through the next passage.

“What I'm about to tell you, is a confession of a secret! You can't tell anyone about this! This is our own little secret.” A winking Kaito was drawn there, adorable. Ren giggled as he whispered to the wind, to himself, and to the Kaito that wrote the letter.

I promise.

“I'm Kaito KID.” Party poppers were drawn on both sides of that phrase, confetti doodled around it, he really was adorable… “Although… I had a feeling you already knew about this.”

He really was good at reading people.

“It's so anti-climactic doing this on paper too. I wish I could tell you in person instead, I'd love to see your reaction.”

Ren's breath hitched then. His mind slowly drawing a blank, please be safe, please be safe, please be safe. He repeated in his head. Like a chant, a good luck charm, filled with the hope burning his chest, threatening to explode.

“Renren… I know this is kinda cliche but by the time you're reading this, I probably didn't make it after all.”

Ren gripped the paper tightly then, and immediately let go. He shouldn't… ruin Kaito's letter. There was… there was still more to read through… A prank, maybe, a mistake perhaps, please let this be a nightmare he can wake up from. Ren took a deep breath, gathering himself to continue reading once more.

“Hey, Renren, I may not be there while you're reading this but I can tell you're sad right now! Come on, turn that frown upside down! You know I don't like seeing you sad, right…?

…I'm sorry.”

Ren inhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose to stop the urge to cry growing deep inside him, like a dam waiting to burst, a pipe waiting to break, a heart waiting to shatter. It took him a moment to continue reading it.

“I know, I know... there's a lot of questions you want to ask right? And I… I don't think I can answer any of it, after all...

Hey, Renren… How about a magic trick? It'd be hard to pull this off in a letter but here! ” In the next part, four cards were drawn face down, or rather, drawings of four small face down cards were partly glued to the paper, a small tape keeping it shut. “Pick one!”

Ren reached for the second card, carefully peeling off the tape, behind it revealed an 'Ace of Hearts'. Ren bit his lip then, to stop it from trembling.

“Hehehe, You chose the second card, didn't you? And no! Before you start thinking, 'it doesn't matter what card I pick, all of them is the same.' Well, then mister! You can open the other cards to double check it! I assure you that they aren't all the same! ”

And so Ren did. He carefully peeled off the tape from the rest of the cards.

The first card revealed an “I”

The third card revealed a “You”

The fourth card revealed a “Forever”

The last card, was stained with a droplet.

The droplet, was accompanied by another then.

Ren couldn't stop himself anymore. He put the letter on the window sill, slowly, carefully, with a trembling hand, he reached for the box, brought it on top the letter as weight. He reached inside it, for the monocle for him to hold, to steady his trembling hands. Ren sobbed, quietly, soundlessly, he cried in silence so as to not disturb anyone.

“…Ren?”

But that was all in vain at the sound of Morgana's voice.

“Are you… crying?! What happened?! What's wrong?!” Morgana shot upright at the realization, immediately running to Ren's side. Ren couldn't really answer him even if he wanted to, so Morgana looked around for answers. He didn't need to look far.

He stared at the box, at the letter, and at the monocle Ren was clutching. It was enough.

“…Oh.” Morgana's ears drooped and twitched, he didn't quite know what to do, Ren's cries makes his heart ache, he wanted to comfort him but how? Grief isn't so easily comforted. After thinking awhile, Morgana settled upon sitting beside Ren. “I'm… I'm here for you, okay?”

Ren couldn't answer still, but he was grateful for it. Grateful for Morgana, grateful that there's someone there for him while his world was breaking. Kaito was so unfair… selfish…

. . .

Seconds passed, and then minutes, Morgana had found where the tissue box is and moved it near Ren, he had found a water bottle nearby too, placing it just beside the tissue box. Minutes passed, and then hours. The empty trash can that Morgana moved near Ren as well now contained tissues, the water bottle that was once full was nearly empty. And the quiet cries that filled the room turned into quiet sobs.

Morgana rubbed Ren's back with his paw, in hopes of comforting him further. Until finally, Ren calmed down. Enough to take deep breaths to compose himself.

“…Thanks…” He whispered, voice hoarse.

“Mn… How are you feeling now?”

“…Tired.” Ren glanced at the letter.

“Why don't you wait until tomorrow to continue reading it?” Worry was evident in Morgana's voice.

He should, he really should just wait a bit before reading again, that fit of crying made him tired enough to want to sleep already but… He wanted to finish reading it tonight.

Ren gazed out the window, he stared at the sky, as dark as it was that faithful night. He stared at the stars flickering on and off, he remembered the split second he saw the stars reflected in the eyes of that magician as he turned to face them. He stared at the moon, peeking through the buildings, it was a full moon, much like that night. The view of the moon behind a mysterious magician donned in a white suit and top hat with a cape flowing behind him. It was a magical sight that Ren will remember no matter how much time has passed.

Ren took a shaky breath. He reached for the letter, the monocle in the other hand.

“I'm sorry…” Ren's eyes stung, “I deserved to be yelled at right now, you can call me unfair, and selfish, and stupid! You can shout it to the sky, I'll be sure to hear it. But Renren…

Ren. I wanted to tell you how I felt, because I doubt I'd have a chance to say it to you if not now. I'm sorry, maybe I should've told you about it before… this. But then I think, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for hurting you way more than how you're hurting now, all because of me. Just know that, I love you, and I want the best for you, even if I'm not around you anymore, even if I'm not there anymore. I'll always love you forever and ever! All the times we spent together were the most precious memories I have… Well, had.

Hey, Renren… Promise me you'll find someone else to make you happy, alright? Someone, something, anything! I want you to be happy. You better be looking up at the night sky with a smile! I'll be sure to see it.

I love you, Ren.”

#ariawrites #persona 5 #magic kaito #jokid #mkp5 #ren amamiya #kaito kuroba #morgana #angst #no tw here i thiiiiiink? its just pain.#okay so like-- smth i didnt get to include here cuz it messed up me and akiren tbf #basically so like that part with the cards. i originally wanted it to just have the normal suits on it #but while i was writing that. and well with sirius' heart in the bg fueling me. the song got to be morse code part #and i was like: hmm i love you-- and it was like a lightbulb went off above my head #sooooo brightly it practically shattered cuz i realized theres 4 cards suits so i was like #ouuouoghhghghhh?????? so yea the card suits got changed to say i ❤ you forever #and basically during my initial idea before i changed it. kaito was supposed to #proudly say that akiren always chooses the 2nd options when faced with 4 options #so like-- hc in this au is that whenever akiren and kaito is tgt and akiren is faced with 4 options #for practically anything. he always chooses the 2nd one cuz for him thats kaito #like-- the 1st and 4th are like walls keeping them safe from danger and the 2nd is kaito and 3rd is akiren #considering the fact that theyre both wanted criminals. kaito esp being more worldwide #and at that point akiren only has speculations but doesnt rlly stop him from thinkin bout 4 options like that #cuz he feels the safest with kaito and want kaito to feel safe with him too so its like--#theyre each others safe place. kaito doesnt know that reason know. mr so observant esp to akiren #only knows that akiren chooses the 2nd option so like i was supposed to write bout #akiren thinkin bout the cute lil reasoning he has as to Why he does it but well the reveal #of the i love you forever hurts so much and hits harder you cant just think at that point anyway

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aurelion-solar · 1 year

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Legends of Runeterra: Glory in Navori - Sett Followers Pit Professional - Master Bingwen, the Sieve - The Old Timer - Attentive Accountant - Smooth Mixologist - Bout Security

#sett #legends of runeterra #glory in navori #master bingwen the sieve #pit professional #attentive accountant #smooth mixologist #bout security #the old timer #legends of runeterra card #official

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todayisafridaynight · 4 hours

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The fisherman render is the one in infinite wealth where you can check all the characters in the game and it’ll give you like a description about them and a render on the side. Pretty sure its somewhere in the settings

diggle . ....

#snap chats #sorry its so crusty i had to screenshot it from my capture card. he was lovingly cleaned up abuot as much as i could do #I DIDNT KNOW THIS EXISTED. BY THE WAY. thank you anon youve saved my doesnt-check-the-chara-bios ass #i thought i wouldve seen someone post this at some point also so vajerlkerjglkj BUT HE'S HERE NOW #excellent cause i was screaming trying to assemble refs for his fisherman outfit .. teehee .....#adding this to my render refs alongside y2 and y7 is so funny. what kind of pipeline is this #a tuna one perhaps ... heh .... or was it salmon I Think Those Were Salmon SORRY yk what im talkin bout tho #that fish tube.#anyway. Arms Crossed 😔

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thekingdomofdong · 4 months

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went on a Hooch Adventure for my 30th birthday tomorrow, calling all mutuals come drink sludge with me

#i ordered the glasses awhile ago and they showed up right before i got home #never woulda bought em normally but they were free with credit card points so hey we fancy #im waiting to taste em tomorrow and will update this if anyone gives a HOOCH bout whorksey here

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tankgotstuckinthecircusgate · 2 months

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Sometimes i wonder why Eddie and Lauretta could find Carlo attractive. Like he's not the most handsome man, he's arrogant and self-centered, with some oddities, occasional paranoia (but given the last scene with him in canon - he can be relatively charismatic?). but i've long been of the opinion that it's all about his energy??? assertiveness? ambitions?? i mean judging by the records about him Carlo really tried to make the most of this life??? Connections with journalists and politicians, the planetarium, charity, he had a company in Ohio, he found new ways to earn money ( was the first to go international in fact 😭)

He also seems to have generally used material patronage as a way to gain loyalty?? I'm saying this because of the Mickey the Crab story, it's written that he used to be in the Vinci family, but moved to Falcone's because Carlo paid more and got him out of the army (+he gave Eddie a brothel in gratitude for his loyalty; +in ch10 Carlo emphasizes that he will pay Vito and Joe well if they successfully take out Clemente)

anyway. just an old thought

Upd. And funny how it's the absolute contrast with Clemente, who uses intimidation and cruelty to his men. Now I'm wondering how Carlo came to this way of connecting with people (=materialistic)

#Well and in eddie and lauretta's case I want to believe they found his quirks materialism and cruelty appealing #carlo has the sun tarot card vibes to me??? but ofc like the darker version of the sun #but maybe (100%) im projecting once again bc the sun is my card #and i deeply respect ambitious n energetic people #Abt ch10: yes i know it's a basic phrase #but i'm in my second year of working in the theater and i'm used to the story/characters being built largely on words #so i pay attention to it a lot #All this thing bout generosity in payment is basically investing for profit in the long term #Profit is loyalty in this case #But anyway. Now i will think how this structure came into his cursed head 😭😭#Idk imo almost every character's trait has a background #m2

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peachy-deaths · 10 months

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growing up my dad always talked about his comics and his trading cards but i never got to see any since when my older brother graduated he took them and eventually pawned them.

well fast forward a bit and my sister is living in the same trailer our brother lived in and cleaning out one of the unused bedroom’s for her nursery and we find a big box of cards. our brother is into card games, so we went through it to get the pokémon cards for our younger brother and then found a bunch of stuff that we knew wasn’t his and then i found a bunch of elvis cards and knew they were our dad’s. my dad is obsessed with elvis and has been since he was younger, my older sister has an elvis record our dad bought when he was 7, something i’ve always been disappointed in but now i got his elvis card collection so i’m happy!

#these cards are from ‘92 so my dad was 25 when he bought them #so they’re not super old or anything but i still think they’re so cool #these aren’t even half of them lol #also i know it’s been forever since i’ve posted on here #i’m sorry bout that 😔 my brain is silly and likes to hop around hyper fixations #elvis presley #elvis pictures #non writing

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tvitr · 6 months

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An Evening at The Treasure with Larry

Words: 2,617

Synopsis: Grusha and Larry spend an evening talking. That's it.

AO3 Version

"Evening."

"Evening." The chair next to him was hauled out, and Grusha threw himself into it with a loud, tired sigh. This sounded like it was going to be a long night. "This place is licensed right?"

"It is, but I wouldn't recommend much. The beer in here's absolute piss." That was the one downside to the Treasure, now that he thought about it. It only sold Johtonese beer. Which would be fine if Johtonese beer was remotely palatable and didn't taste like old beer mats and the sticky underside of a Galaric pub table. Not that Larry knew what either of those tasted like, but the Johtonese beer gave him a good approximation in his opinion.

Grusha didn't seem to care, ordering himself a full pint before he'd even removed his coat. Larry mused, stuffing the rest of his half-eaten onigiri into his mouth. "Fail your inspection?"

"How could you tell?"

"You don't usually drink." In fact, he remembered Grusha telling him a while ago that he couldn’t drink; something to do with extensive internal organ damage from years of snowboarding or something like that. Or maybe he’d told him he couldn’t drink too much, he didn’t remember. Only so many times he could listen to Grusha’s laments over his totally-not-rose-tinted pro days and how physically beaten and broken his body was because of it before he started to tune him out and wonder what the everloving Hell the appeal of snowboarding even was in the first place. “Don’t worry, I failed mine too.”

“Did you get the kid as well?”

Another mouthful of onigiri. “Unfortunately.”

That seemed to worry him even further. "Oh. Right. Forgot she hates you too."

"What do you mean?"

"Sending that girl along. I swear, I didn't stand a chance, there was no way I could beat her, she almost took me out with just one Pokémon, I couldn't do anything to counter-"

"Geeta doesn't hate you." And if she did, she never said anything. Which would be strange with Geeta. She liked to make her opinions known. "And you won't be getting sacked either, trust me."

He could practically feel Grusha’s eyes baring into him. "How do you know that?"

Larry sighed, accidentally pouring far more soy sauce onto his next bite than he’d have liked. "In order to sack any of the gym leaders, she needs the express approval of all four members of the Elite Four-"

“Yeah, and? I barely know any of them bar you, what if they-”

“-And none of them would stand for it.” He made a mental note to drown his onigiri in soy sauce more often. “And even if they did, I wouldn't."

That made Grusha pause. "Huh. Didn't know you cared that much for me."

Truth be told, Larry wasn't sure how much of it was borne out of actual care per se, and how much was just him wanting to mess with Geeta should the question of who to and not to sack ever be asked. It wasn't like she was planning on sacking Grusha anyway; she barely spoke about him, and when she did she was mostly positive. Simply put, he wasn't exactly in her firing line. "You're a good kid. Be a shame to see you let go."

"Thanks, I guess."

He seemed like he had another question on his mind, when a buzz from under the bar caught both of their attentions.

"That yours?" Larry already knew it wasn't his. He’d kept his phone on silent for so long he didn’t even know what his ringtone sounded like. Not wise, perhaps, but it was better than having his moments of peace at The Treasure interrupted by Geeta, or worse, any of the other Elites.

"Yeah it's…" The colour drained from his already pale face. "It's Geeta."

“Best you answer it then.”

Grusha nodded weakly as he got down and headed towards the door, leaving the building just as his beer was placed on the table. Larry contemplated sending it back, and ordering him a nice tumbler of Johtonese whisky instead, imagining he'd probably prefer not only the taste, but the higher alcohol content to boot. But that was expensive. Plus, his beer surely wouldn't get that warm whilst he was gone.

His mind temporarily wandered back to an earlier conversation they’d had together. It had been an otherwise unremarkable inspection day, for him at least, when the solitude had been interrupted by a characteristic huff and the sound of the chair next to him being pulled out.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Grusha had sighed, with a raggedness which suggested he was only barely holding onto his composure. "Just… had a bad day. That's all."

"Doesn't seem like it.” He knew "just a bad day at work" when he saw one, after all, and this was clearly something a bit more serious than that. Of course, he wouldn't pry if it was deeply personal, but he wasn't about to let Grusha sit there and stew in his own misery without at least encouraging him to talk. That would just be rude. "Go on. Tell us."

He'd taken a deep breath. "You're in the Elite Four, right?"

"Unfortunately."

"Has Geeta… said anything about me earlier?"

"Nope."

"Okay." Another long, deep breath. "Okay good."

"Why, you in trouble?"

"I… had an argument with her today. A pretty big one. I was just wondering if-”

“She hasn’t mentioned anything, don’t worry.”

Admittedly he had actually pried some the following day, not really getting anything substantial out of Geeta aside from they’d had a disagreement over Terrastilizing, and naturally the other Elites didn’t know anything at all. Perhaps Geeta was downplaying. Perhaps Grusha was overreacting. Back then, he didn't know either of them well enough to tell which was more plausible, and Hell, he still barely knew Geeta on a personal level.

But having spent multiple evenings listening to a seemingly endless stream of frets and worries after each inspection, he was starting to strongly suspect the latter.

Now granted, he’d managed to successfully convince her that maybe doling out inspection to someone else, someone less officious and socially inept, would be a good "change of pace". Unfortunately this had meant she'd sent Hassel in her stead, as if putting up with him in work wasn't bad enough. He'd avoided visiting The Treasure for three days straight until he agreed to battle elsewhere; last thing he wanted to do after losing a battle was to listen to him bawling his eyes out until he either ran out of tears of fucked off to bother the next person on his list.

His wandering came to an end when he heard The Treasure door open, and the steady sound of heavy winter boots approaching the chair next to him. No exasperated sigh this time, it seemed. A good sign, perhaps. "So did you get sacked?"

"Ha. Very funny." Grusha sat down, hand reaching for his beer but not drawing it close for a sip, before retracting it and resting his folded arms on the table. "Can I ask you a serious, work-related question?"

"If you must."

He took a deep breath. "Apparently that kid said something to Geeta about me, y’know… not having anything to fall back on if I get sacked."

"Not a question, but go on."

"Shut up. But she's offered me another position. One like yours, in the main office, she says I can manage my time between there and the gym, and-"

"Don't bother." He finished his onigiri, tempted to order a third round. “Seriously, don’t bother. It’s not worth it.”

Grusha seemed somewhat taken aback "Well, you said that with a lot of conviction."

"Believe it or not, I actually do feel strongly about some things." He made his mind up, waiting for an opportunity to catch the chef's eye. "And personally I feel like taking any additional job offers from Geeta is the worst decision you could make if you’re looking for a backup plan, so to speak."

"Okay. Any reason why…?"

"Well for one, the job isn’t worth the hassle. She'll tell you you're able to manage the time, but what she won't tell you is only barely." He finally managed to get the chef’s attention, earning a knowing eye-roll in response. “Secondly, you're not at risk of being sacked. Trust me, I'd know."

"You sound very sure of yourself."

"I am." His third order of grilled onigiri was set down in front of him. "So unless you want to end up like me in twenty years time, I suggest you stay well clear of any job that woman offers you."

“Well, what do you suggest as an alternative then?”

Larry thought for a moment. “Can you not do anything with your snowboarding? I'll admit, I don't know much about it or what you did or what happened to you, but can you not do coaching or-"

"No." His answer was abrupt. Larry suspected he may have accidentally struck a nerve. Whoops. "No, I… I mean, I still can snowboard and everyone always tells me I should take up teaching or coaching, but it's just…”

Grusha sat back, hands running through his hair with a sigh. “It's complicated, that's all."

Larry nodded in false understanding. “Okay. And is there really nothing else?”

“Not that I can think of.”

He took another moment to think, thoughts suddenly overshadowed by the grim realisation he should’ve specified which filling he wanted in his onigiri. “Well you can still do your snowboarding, yes? Have you thought about joining the mountain rescue guys or-”

Grusha's face screwed up as though he'd just suggested he take up a job as a sewer cleaner. “Ew, no, they use skis.”

“And that’s a problem because…?”

“Don’t like skiers.”

Larry resisted the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes. “You’re hardly giving me much to work with here.”

”I know, I know.” He leaned back again, readjusting his ponytail into something marginally less messy, then leaning forwards to reach for his beer again but still not taking a sip. "If anything I was thinking of just… buckling down, really putting the effort into being a good trainer above all else."

"Oh?"

"Yeah like, career trainers are a thing, right? I feel like if I just put the effort in…" He slumped back in his chair. "I dunno. What do you think?"

"Can't decide for you, I'm afraid." He could certainly give advice on what not to do, but what to do? That was something he’d never excelled at. “But I take it you enjoy training then?”

“I guess. I mean, it’s not snowboarding but…" He reached for his beer again, absently tracing a circle into the thick condensation on the glass. “I just thought it's something I'm mildly good at, and I already have all the stuff for it, and I'm in a position to train regularly and…"

If he continued to lean back so much, he'd fall off his damn chair. "I dunno. Think I need to sleep on it or something."

"Sounds like a plan." God, how anybody enjoyed pickled plum onigiri was beyond him. Stuff tasted like battery acid. ”You gonna stay a gym leader or…?”

“Not sure. Was actually wondering if I could try out for the Elite Four, if that ever becomes a possibility.”

“Aiming high, are we?” He was tempted to send this plate back. That or order more whisky. “I will say though, if you’re trying to avoid Geeta-”

“It’s probably not the best career choice then, I know, I know.” And again reaching for his beer. "But it probably beats being a gym leader, right?"

"It has its perks." Right, that was enough of the plum onigiri. Time to get the bill. Or more whisky. "Pays better for a start. Less challengers too, plus the ones you get are actually somewhat competent. Don’t feel like so much of a chump when I lose an Elite battle."

"Must be nice."

"I suppose it is.” He decided on another glass of whisky. After all, it was inspection day. “Don't have to hit any win-lose targets either. You can go all out every day if you want.”

Grusha sighed wishfully. “Ain’t that a dream.”

“Definitely good for venting all that gym-related frustration.” He let out a rare chuckle. Maybe he liked this job more than he'd initially thought. “Guess the only downside is having Geeta constantly breathing down your neck. And the other Elites."

"You not get on with them then?"

Perhaps it was the whisky, or perhaps his feelings about his colleagues were that strong, but he couldn't help but snort loudly at that question. It seemed as though his disdain wasn't as obvious as he'd previously thought. Good. "Not at all. Insufferable, the lot of them."

"Do tell." Now that seemed to have perked Grusha up a bit. Thank God, Larry was starting to get tired of his misery. As if he wasn’t tired enough already.

"Not much to tell, other than they do my head in." Time for another whisky, he thought. He'd need it if Grusha wanted to hear about his other colleagues. "You met any of them?”

Grusha shrugged. “Met Hassel a few times. Seemed nice enough.”

“Try working with him for a few days, you’ll want to strangle him after the first.” He admired his own tolerance levels sometimes. How he hadn’t murdered Hassel yet was a miracle, honestly. “The other two aren’t much better.”

“Can’t say I know them. Isn’t one of them a kid though?”

“She’s seven.” Far too young to be remotely close to the League in his opinion, skill level be damned. “She’s a nuisance too. Wish Geeta would just send her off to a gym. Be better for her I’m sure.”

“Why, she not a good trainer then?”

“Oh she’s good, just don’t think the actual League’s the best place for someone her age.” His third whisky of the night was placed down in front of him. “Geeta doesn’t either, but not like she can do much about it. Can’t sack an Elite without the other three agreeing, and I know Hassel and Rika wouldn’t dare vote her out.”

“Rika’s the green haired girl right?”

“Mhm.” Of course Grusha would ask a question whilst he was mid-sip. “Barely talk to her. Suppose she’s the most tolerable out of all of them based on that merit. Not that that means much, still swap her for you any day.”

“Aw, so you do care about me then?” He felt Grusha's head hovering inches above his shoulder. At least he was in a better mood now.

“Ay, never said that.” He took another mouthful of whisky, savouring its spicy burn. “But you would be welcome company, at least. Wish I could say I could pull a few strings for you, but I’m sure you know what the rules are like by now.”

“I know, I know.” He pulled his beer close again, biting his lip. “Would you actually… do that? If you could?”

"Well I can't 'pull a few strings', so to speak, but I can mention you’re interested in joining next time I’m in.” Fuck, this whisky tasted better than usual. Maybe he was just starting to get drunk. “Know Hassel's been trying to get out for a few years now. Says he wants to focus on his teaching. Or something."

"I'd… really appreciate that. Really." Grusha smiled sincerely for what seemed like that first time that night. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

With one last smile, he finally took a sip of his beer, his face contorting mid-sip and haphazardly dribbling some of it back into the glass. "Fuck me, that's-"

"Told you. Piss."

#had this on the cards since may lol bout time i finished it #pokemon scarlet and violet #gym leader grusha #gym leader larry #pokemon grusha #pokemon larry #grusha pokemon #larry pokemon #should i make this a series? idk #pokémon #gym leaders #grusha #My writing

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