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bluehwale · 1 year

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okay so idk if you’re taking requests or not, BUT BUT BUT could u please write ateez as chb demigods (kind of like the jongho one), the scream i let out when i read demigod on the post was a bit embarrassing tbh

also hi new follower 👋 gonna go stalk ur masterlist/s don’t mind me :))

the rainbow thief | demigods! poly ateez au

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summary. eight demigods find themselves ecstatic over finally mustering up enough courage to let you know about their unbridled feelings for you, only to find a threat looming upon them; a rainbow thief that's set out to steal you.

or alternatively,

your best friends are oblivious to your reciprocating feelings.

pairing(s). ot8 demigods! ateez x daughter of iris! reader (son of hades! hongjoong, son of athena! hwa, son of apollo! yunho, son of poseidon! yeosang, son of zeus! san, son of aphrodite! mingi, son of dionysus! wooyoung & son of ares! jongho)

word count. 3.1k

genre. pure crack, angst if you squint real hard until ur eyes close, tons of fluff, literally the dumbest thing i've written help, basically idiots2lovers, ateez are chronic simps to the point where it's hard to watch, borderline unhinged behavior, they are also himbos!

warnings. alcohol intake (wooyoung and his wine), cursing, not proofread sorry </3

note. hi! this has been sitting in my drafts for a long while and i'm so sorry it took so long to be posted (almost d worded bc of my assignments) anyways, i kinda added a spin on this req by making it a poly fic, i hope you don't mind! thankyou so so much for being my first ever request<3 hv a great day!! ily ^3^ ++ feedback would be greatly appreciated pls i need to improve my writing

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San thinks this is definitely a level nine code red.

To give you an understanding of San’s Catastrophe Indicator, here’s some scale to context; a level eight would be Wooyoung somehow finding out his deepest darkest secret— that he still sleeps with his plushies every night; and a level ten would be getting zapped on the ass by his dad’s lightning bolt (and potentially having to stay in the infirmary for a week). So yes, a level nine is alarming, if not, exceptionally lethal.

It’s been exactly 53 minutes and 46 seconds since San has been watching you enthusiastically converse with an unfamiliar boy who’s sitting a little too close to you for his liking. His heart aches at the way you throw your head back as you let out your endearing giggles and how you teasingly shove his arm while the boy looks over to you with a grin, probably proud of a joke he told that made you laugh.

(It has also been 53 minutes and 46 seconds since the pink haired boy remains frozen behind a tree— the perfect hiding spot, he mused— all the while trembling like a leaf as he struggles to resist the temptation of flying in your direction curled up as a ball to hopefully cannonball the boy off the bench beside you.)

San huffs, he won’t let this be! It’s supposed to be the special day where he and the boys finally let you know about their feelings, and he would rather backflip off a cliff than let this undeniably handsome, seemingly perfect, flawlessly flirty guy who looks like he jumped out of a popular romance anime seduce you!

He falters, however, when he sees you stand up and grasp the boy’s hand to rise along with you.

The poor boy’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he sees you inch closer to the blue haired boy, a pretty smile evident on your face as he then wraps an arm around you, pulling you close while whispering something into your ear that makes you blush.

This can’t be happening!

San’s hands turn jittery as he unconsciously moves away from his hiding spot, needing to get closer to you, his best friend that he’s been hopelessly in love with for years, but he can feel his heart finally breaking when you excitedly pull the boy into a warm embrace.

Snap!

Your head looks up to see San pausing his steps after accidentally stepping on a tree branch with eyes as wide as a deer caught in headlights. You innocently wave at him and San prays that the ground would swallow him whole.

He feels his hands grow clammy as he ungracefully dives behind a trash can to (unsuccessfully) hide himself from you and the unfamiliar boy walking together towards his direction. But of course, with the unmistaken pop of his pink hair, it’s hard not to notice him— especially for you.

“San!”

The demigod curses under his breath when he sees you in front of him and sheepishly stands up to meet your amused eyes. The blue-haired boy beside you stifles a laugh with an unconvincing cough and San thinks he hears the male mumble, “Oh, is this one of them—” before you elbow him on the stomach, cutting him off as he groans.

You pay no attention to the boy beside you as he doubles over in pain to clutch his gut, you turn to brightly grin at your best friend instead. “Meet Yeonjun! He just got here yesterday and, oh, he’s an Aphrodite kid! I think you both would get along pretty well.”

San feels his eye twitch. He tunes out your voice that rings throughout the air as you introduce him to your new friend.

A son of Aphrodite. Your new friend.

Aphrodite. The goddess of beauty and love.

His heart sinks into his stomach.

This might be even worse than a code red level nine.

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“There better be a good reason for San to drag me here in the middle of drafting up my Capture the Flag strategy plans.” Seonghwa, the brain and only hope of the group, crosses his arms and tsks.

The state of an emergency calls San and Mingi (an Aphrodite kid and the first San ran to for consultation) to round up everyone in the infirmary, an unfitting spot to hold their “emergency meeting” but the two boys couldn’t wait for Yunho’s healer shift to end. Mingi taps his feet anxiously when it looks like San’s unwillingness to speak due to his sullen mood means that he will have to be the one to break the news.

Ever the poster child of rationality, he slowly starts, “We think… _____ might be interested in someone.”

“You mean some people,” Wooyoung cackles, sipping his wine from an ‘I LOVE DIONYSUS’ mug as he gestures to his best friends sitting around in a circle. “There’s nothing to worry about, everyone in camp told me she’s 100% gonna accept our confession. They even think we’re all already dating.” The boy proudly smiles, taking another sip of his wine as his stomach flutters at the thought of you.

“She’s in love with an Aphrodite kid,” San blurts out.

Splatters of red wine burst out of Wooyoung’s mouth when San’s words finally registers in his mind, leaving him to stammer and gape wordlessly as chaos ensues with the rest of the boys.

“What are you talking about?!” gasped Seonghwa, any previous thought of his strategy plans immediately forgotten.

“But— but we were supposed to tell her today!” Yunho, ever in tune with his emotions, wails while his hands slap his face to cover his already leaking eyes. “What are we gonna do with the humongous bouquet I requested the Demeter kids to make last night?!” He reaches out a shaky finger to point at the flower bouquet and an equally large teddy bear taking up a whole corner of the infirmary.

Amidst the commotion, Mingi locks his arms around Yeosang who seems to have resigned from his body completely and looks like he’d willingly give himself up as lunch for any nearby sea monster. “Guys, calm down, maybe this is all just a misunderstanding—”

“An Aphrodite kid, you say?” interrupted Jongho, already rolling up his sleeves to relieve his bulging biceps from ripping his shirt apart. “What’s this guy’s name and what does he look like?”

“Jongho, you’re not killing anyone—”

“Mingi’s right,” Hongjoong sighs, eerily calm besides the smoke fuming from his nostrils and his eyes that glint devilishly. “Instead of killing him, making him suffer throughout his afterlife sounds much better, I’ll make sure my dad takes note of him.”

“That’s not what I meant!” interjects Mingi who, still grasping a Yeosang who’s ready to jump up and dash off into the ocean, shoots a desperate look begging for help to the eldest.

“Maybe he’s trying to seduce her into a pyramid scheme?” Seonghwa supplies weakly, brain racking to find any other reason to support the idea that maybe you’re merely close with this person as friends and not because you’re in love with him.

“And why the fuck would he do that?”

“We demigods aren’t immune to capitalism.”

“It’s hopeless,” counters San, shutting everyone else up. They look over to him with furrowed brows and trembling lips, one that matches his own. “You weren’t there– you didn’t see what I saw. She looked so happy.”

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The eight sulky boys toddle around mopily as they pick apart the romance-themed decorations littered around the hidden area you all claimed as your group’s private hangout place. They can’t help but feel dejected over the fact that you— their best friend who they’ve been in love with for years, like someone else.

“Thought I’d find you guys here.”

Speak of the devil.

Their heads snap to find you walking on the path of rose petals they prepared earlier today, dressed in a baby blue mini dress you reserve only for special occasions instead of your usual get up of the orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and jeans. An easy smile rests on your face as you greet your best friends and they can’t help but feel their hearts grow heavier at the sight (except for Yeosang who is too busy panicking over you possibly noticing the ‘We Love You _____!’ banner that is still on display).

“______, what are you doing here?” The glint in your eyes visibly falters at Seonghwa’s question, your excitement twisting into unbridled nerves that settles uncomfortably in your gut when you notice everyone staring at you as if you shouldn’t be here.

Word spreads crazy fast in camp and it didn’t take long for you to overhear about the surprise the boys had planned for you. Although it unsettles you that the boys might be upset at their spoiled attempt of surprising you, you can’t help but feel giddy at the thought of them liking you back after all these years of you believing that your feelings went unreciprocated.

So imagine your confusion when none of your best friends showed up to lead you to your surprise and that, after happily skipping all the way here, you find them hostile in your presence.

“Uh,” you trail off, nervously picking at the skin around your fingernails as you try to gauge their reactions. “It’s just… I didn’t see any of you today except for San. I missed you guys.”

It seems like that was the wrong thing to say as the boys, to your confusion, suddenly broke in tears.

“You can’t say things like that!” Yeosang hiccups, bringing a hand to his face to wipe the steady stream of tears falling from his eyes and earning broken mutters of agreement from the other boys.

"Wha—What?" you stammer, surprised at their reactions. What’s going on?

“You shouldn’t say things like that when you know we can’t have you.”

“What do you mean? Why can’t you?”

“Because you’re in love with someone else!”

You pause. “Huh?” Any trace of your previous nervousness vanished, instead replaced with rejoicement at the thought of them being jealous over you with someone else. You restrain the urge to giggle.

“It’s okay, ____. We understand,” sniffles Seonghwa, clamping his hand over Wooyoung’s mouth who was clinging onto his arm while yelling: ‘NO, WE DO NOT UNDERSTAND!’ It took awhile for the eldest to eventually tackle the younger to the ground, suppressing him by placing his weight over him while Wooyoung continues to let out muffled yelps as he struggles. Seonghwa turns to you and offers a weak smile, the usual shine in his eyes nowhere to be seen. “We’re happy for you.”

You try to contain your amusement. “You are?”

“We are,” Yunho nods, hastily wiping away his own tears to hold both of your hands in his (you can distinctly hear Wooyoung’s muffled scream of ‘WE’RE NOT!’ in the background). “We’ll always be here for you. We’ll always be your best friends.”

“That’s gonna be a problem, though,” you chide lightly, feeling the smile you’ve been trying to mask creep up to your face. “I want you to be more than just best friends.”

It took a couple seconds for the sulky boys to register what you said and when they did, you’d think they’d won the lottery or something (you’re pretty sure Jongho leaped three feet up in the air).

“But what about that Aphrodite kid?”

You turn to Hongjoong in confusion. “What Aphrodite kid?”

Everyone turns to accusingly look at a certain pink haired boy.

San gulps. “Yeonjun,” he mutters. It comes out sounding more like a question than a statement.

“...Yeonjun?” you burst into laughter, uncontrollable giggles escaping you from how ridiculous this is. “We’re just friends and he has a boyfriend. I was even talking about you guys all day to him!”

“Y—you were?” San stutters, already feeling the pointed glares burning on his back. “I—I thought you liked him…”

“I don’t,” you reassure them with a smile. “How could I when I’m in love with you guys?”

Mingi lets out a relieved scream, enveloping you in a tight hug to bury his face in your hair and inhale his favorite scent— the sweet smell of coconuts; you. “You don’t know how happy I am to hear that. We’ve been in love with you too.”

You take a peek from Mingi’s embrace to see the other boys celebrating; Wooyoung’s already chugging down a freshly opened bottle of wine while the rest of the boys are simultaneously doing tiny hops in a group hug and letting out excited yelps. Your cheeks ache from grinning too hard at how cute your boys are.

“_____! We need to go to the infirmary, we prepared something for you!” Yunho excitedly pulls at your arm, just remembering the bouquet and teddy bear for you, separating you from the blonde giant who’s now sporting a pout at you leaving him.

You and Yunho both merrily skip your way to the infirmary with your hands intertwined and pink dusting your cheeks, unknowingly leaving a pink haired boy to meet his doom.

“Aha, who would’ve thought that she’s not actually in love with another guy?” San forced out a nervous chuckle, slowly backing up from his best friends and wishing he could disappear just about right now. “No hard feelings right? Everyone makes mistakes—”

“Shut up. Come here.”

Not too long after, a loud scream rings throughout the camp.

(“That sounds so much like San, don’t you think?” you worriedly ask the boy beside you who’s dwarfed behind the huge teddy bear he’s helping you carry to the Iris Cabin.

“Nah, that’s not San.” Yunho calmly shrugs, his smirk hidden behind the gigantic bear plushie as he thinks of his own revenge against the culprit for his whirlwind of emotions he went through earlier today.)

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INTERLOGUE

BEFORE THE EMERGENCY MEET UP IN THE INFIRMARY…

“Mingi.”

“Huh?” The blonde boy in question looks up to see San barging into his room, looking as if he ran a marathon to Aphrodite’s cabin (which is exactly what he did). “How did you even get inside?”

San ignores his question. “You have a new brother?”

“Oh, Yeonjun?” Mingi nonchalantly asks, missing the way San’s figure goes rigid at his name as he returns to applying black polish on his nails. “Yeah, he just got here yesterday. Cool guy. What’s up?”

“I think _____’s in love with him.”

“What?!”

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hrodvitnon · 1 month

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Revisiting the ‘Godzilla gets made fun off for liking white meat’ post with some more kaiju favored food ideas!

Mothra loves her fruits and veggies. While she’s not fully vegen she definitely prefers plant-based stuff. It explains why Godzilla teased her with a fruit-filled breakfast in Shamhat.

Rodan and Shimo are rather… deceptive with their favorites. Once she gets a taste of it- Shimo can’t get off the spicy food train. On the other side of the coin, Rodan’s actually never been a fan of spicy food. He actually prefers the BBQ taste- and basically fell in love with Korean BBQ once Vivi showed him it.

For Kong, we’ve covered how he prefers fish over land meat, but the more surprising part of him is actually his favorite beverage. One morning, Kong seemed particularly worn out, probably from the- packed itinerary- on Infant Island, and his general inexperience leading to have not great stamina. Seeing this, Chen slipped him a coffee while she was making her own. Oh man, he was hooked immediately. Drink that tastes awesome, gives him a shitload of energy, and can be made like 1000 different ways? Suffice to say he had a new favorite. His respective partner for the day also probably felt the difference in him too…

Ghidorah’s favorite food is also one of their darkest secrets. Pretty early into their relationship, Maia caught on to San having a pesky sweet tooth. This made sense for San given his nature and Maia found it quite cute. However, when San started dating Rodan in addition (because I think you mentioned that was going to happen at some point?) and he found out- he thought of a crazy possibility… through an experiment involving Vivienne calling in an airdrop of donuts, a hidden camera, and a 4 am stakeout from himself and Godzilla; they found out that all three Ghidorah brothers share a powerful sweet tooth. Ichi and Ni both tore into and devoured all 12 Vivienne had gotten in less than 2 minutes. Ghidorah’s always had a huge weakness for pastries. None of them have idea why, but they all have varying degrees of disdain for their quirk. San’s a tad embarrassed about it, Ni will deny it at every turn, and Ichi gets actively furious at himself whenever he gets a craving like that. Either way, they all have the perception that it’s weak to love and crave something so sweet. After learning this, Rodan seriously considered picking up baking- mainly to be a little shit and further tempt the golden trio; secretly because he wants them to have nice things.

I approve the various tastes in foods our monstrous paramours possess. As for Rodan and Ghidorah, I legitimately forgot about them getting intimate at some point - maybe they'll be a boyfriend on the side while Vivi's the main squeeze?

It's actually mentioned at the end of Chapter 4 that Infant Island is Monarch's best kept secret and that Goji and Mothra have made it a "home away from home," and that the Chens know more about it than Serizawa (or the Legacy of Monsters crew for that matter). The implication being that its location has been handed down throughout the Chen family for generations owing to their connection to Mothra; the small "resort" area has been updated and renovated over time, and it's only now being used as a hub of monsterfucking now that Titans are returning to the world. Specifically it's the sight of an old temple dedicated to one of Mothra's spiritual domains: Fertility.

#tosho89 #frostbite814 #in the footsteps of shamhat #monsterfuckery

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starrynightgroundskyteamsblog · 2 months

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Creators of this Au: Adley (me) and Daniel.

Au Name: 🤩🤎Kōkyōkyoku of the souls.🤎🤩

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Many years ago, two races reigned equally on the surface: Humans and Monsters.

One day a war broke out between the two races, which ended with the overwhelming victory of the humans.

The Monsters were expelled from the surface and exiled underground, being enclosed by a magical barrier imposed by Humans.

Years later, legends arose that anyone who climbs Mount Ebott never returns.

The story of this Au begins when the main character, Kaira, in the year 200X, after climbing Mount Ebott, the place where 6 humans had disappeared, falls into an abyss and wakes up in the Ruins, inside the underground.

Thus, the real adventure begins.

After falling into the underground, Kaira discovers that the 6 human souls that fell into the underground have the ability to grant Kaira unique special abilities only when Kaira emotionally connects with them.

The human souls represents a characteristic and fundamental aspect or trait of humans:

_Justice, Love, Generosity, Integrity, Kindness and Perseverance._

Chara, who in this Au is a ghost that only Kaira can see and hear and whose name is: Kyrith.

Instead of being the antagonist, Kyrith becomes an ally and friend to Kaira on her journey through the underground.

Together, they explore the darkest corners of the underground, unraveling ancient secrets and facing challenges that test their morale and determination.

As Kaira connects with each of the human souls, she discovers that she can combine her powers in surprising ways to solve puzzles, defeat enemies, and open new routes to freedom.

However, she also faces the temptation to use these powers for selfish or destructive purposes, raising deep questions about the true meaning of goodness and morality.

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**Pacifist Route:**

- Kaira seeks peace between humans and monsters, trying to understand and help both races to reconcile and live together in peace again.

- She strives to resolve conflicts peacefully and seeks solutions that benefit everyone.

- She works as a team with Kyrith and these characters: Sans, Papyrus and Toriel to find a way to break the magical barrier without resorting to violence.

-She uses the powers of human souls to protect and help those in need, without abusing them.

In the Pacifist route in this au the monsters are released from the Underground. And after the Pacifist route Kaira gives part of her soul to Kyrith so that she can return to life.

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**Neutral Route:**

- Kaira shows little indifference towards conflicts between humans and monsters.

-She makes decisions based on her own interests and convenience, without clearly aligning herself with either race.

- There are times when she is forced to fight enemies to advance and other times she avoids causing unnecessary damage to anyone.

-She can choose: To break the magical barrier and free the monsters, but without a strong sense of commitment to any particular cause or leave the underground forever.

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**Genocidal Route:**

-Kaira succumbs to the temptation of using her powers for selfish and destructive purposes and in this route the player controls Kaira.

-Kaira becomes a tyrannical figure who uses force to impose his will on humans and monsters alike.

-Kaira eliminates anyone who stands in her way, including key characters like Kyrith, without showing mercy or remorse.

-In this route Kyrith does everything he can to stop Kaira and stop her from doing this route completely.

-Kaira uses the powers of human souls to fuel her thirst for power and wreak havoc underground.

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#undertale #undertale au #frisk #chara #chara dreemurr #frisk and chara #frisk undertale #chara undertale

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datcloudboi · 4 months

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List of Video Games Turning 20 Years Old in 2024

Alien Hominid (started off life as a Flash game and graduated to a real game.)

Army Men: Sarge's War (the sequel to the Sarge’s Heroes games, but this one was rated T for Teen and used realistic guns instead of plastic ones)

Astro Boy: Omega Factor (seriously, if you have a chance to play this, take it. This game is AMAZING)

Baldur's Gate: Dark Alliance II

The Bard's Tale (the 2004 version with the guy who played Wesley in The Princess Bride)

Baten Kaitos: Eternal Wings & the Lost Ocean (hey! That collection with this game and it's follow-up is out on the Switch now! Go get it!)

Blinx 2: Masters of Time and Space

Blood Will Tell: Tezuka Osamu's Dororo

BloodRayne 2

Boktai 2: Solar Boy Django (this GBA game had a special cartridge that required you to go outside into the sunlight to power up your character in game)

Breakdown

Bujingai: The Forsaken City (the game where you play as Gackt)

Burnout 3: Takedown

Call of Duty: United Offensive

Call of Duty: Finest Hour (a side story to the original Call of Duty, which came out the year before)

Capcom Fighting Evolution (the darkest of the dark age of fighting games)

Carmen Sandiego: The Secret of the Stolen Drums (a full-on adventure game where you play as the mascot of a series of edutainment games)

Champions of Norrath: Realms of EverQuest

The Chronicles of Riddick: Escape from Butcher Bay (the rare movie-in game that's not only really good, but is actually better than the movie it's based on)

Crash Bandicoot Purple: Ripto's Rampage + Spyro Orange: The Cortex Conspiracy

Crash Twinsanity (a childhood favorite)

Crimson Tears

Crusader Kings

Custom Robo (the first one in the series to release in North America)

Cy Girls

Dead Man's Hand

Dead or Alive Ultimate (remakes of Dead or Alive 1 and Dead or Alive 2)

Def Jam: Fight for NY (the vastly superior sequel to Vendetta)

Dog's Life

Doom 3 (the original version. Hope you've got a flashlight on you...)

Dragon Ball Z: Supersonic Warriors

Dragon Ball Z: Buu's Fury (the final game in the Legacy of Goku series)

Dragon Ball Z: Budokai 3

Drakengard (Yoko Taro's debut as a game director)

Driver 3

Evil Genius

Fable (another childhood favorite)

Fallout: Brotherhood of Steel (the last Fallout game made by Interplay before Bethesda acquired the IP.)

Far Cry (the very first one.)

Feel the Magic: XY/XX (a launch title for the Nintendo DS)

Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles (the only Final Fantasy game to release for the GameCube)

Final Fantasy I & II: Dawn of Souls (remakes of the first two mainline Final Fantasy games)

Forgotten Realms: Demon Stone

Front Mission 4

F-Zero: GP Legend (the last F-Zero game to release for almost 2 decades, until F-Zero 99 released in 2023.)

Galleon

Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex (the PS2 one. There was another version of SAC that released for the PSP a year later that is completely different.)

Tom Clancy's Ghost Recon 2

Ghosthunter

Godzilla: Save the World

GoldenEye: Rogue Agent

Gradius V (the last mainline Gradius game)

Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas

Grand Theft Auto Advance (yes, there was a GTA game on the GBA.)

Growlanser Generations

Guilty Gear Isuka

.hack//Quarantine

Half-Life 2

Halo 2

Hitman: Contracts (the third one)

Hot Shots Golf Fore! (yet another childhood favorite)

It's Mr. Pants (Rareware made this for the GBA after being acquired by Microsoft)

Jak 3

James Bond 007: Everything or Nothing

Katamari Damacy (the very first Katamari game)

Killzone (PlayStation's supposed "Halo killer".)

KOF: Maximum Impact

Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories

Kirby & the Amazing Mirror

The Legend of Zelda: Four Swords Adventures

Lifeline (a microphone-based survival horror game for the PS2 by Konami.)

The Lord of the Rings: The Third Age (a turn-based RPG that uses the exact same battle system as Final Fantasy X.)

The Lord of the Rings: The Battle for Middle-Earth

Mario Golf: Advance Tour

Mario Party 6

Mario Pinball Land

Mario Power Tennis (not to be confused with "Mario Golf: Power Tour" for the GBA.)

Mario vs. Donkey Kong (the first one, which is getting a remake for the Switch in February!)

Maximo vs. Army of Zin

MechAssault 2: Lone Wolf

Medal of Honor: Pacific Assault

Mega Man: Battle Chip Challenge

Mega Man Battle Network 4: Red Sun/Blue Moon

Mega Man X: Command Mission

Mega Man Zero 3

Mega Man X8 (yeah, there was a lot of Mega Man stuff in 2004.)

Metal Gear Solid: The Twin Snakes (a remake of the original Metal Gear Solid for the GameCube)

Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater (SNAAAAAKE EATERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR)

Metal Wolf Chaos (LET'S PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY)

Metroid: Zero Mission (a remake of the original Metroid for the GBA.)

Metroid Prime 2: Echoes

Monster Hunter (the very first one)

Mortal Kombat: Deception

Mushihimesama ((a bullet hell that you’ve probably seen a lot of if you search for “HARDEST GAME OF ALL TIME?????” on YouTube)

Myst IV: Revelation

Need for Speed: Underground 2

Ninja Gaiden (the reboot from the Dead or Alive devs)

The Nintendo DS

Onimusha 3: Demon Siege

Otogi 2: Immortal Warriors (an action-adventure hack & slash made by FromSoftware)

Painkiller

Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door (can you believe this is getting a remake this year??)

Phantom Brave

Pikmin 2

Pitfall: The Lost Expedition (the last game in an series that started all the back in 1982 on the Atari 2600)

Pokemon Colosseum

Pokemon FireRed/LeafGreen

Prince of Persia: Warrior Within

Psi-Ops: The Mindgate Conspiracy

Ratchet & Clank: Up Your Arsenal (the 3rd one)

Red Dead Revolver (the predecessor to Red Dead Redemption.)

Resident Evil Outbreak

R-Type Final

Sacred

Samurai Warriors

Scaler

American McGee Presents: Scrapland

Second Sight

Serious Sam: Next Encounter

Shadow Hearts: Covenant

Shin Megami Tensei III: Nocturne (you know that “Featuring Dante from the Devil May Cry series” meme you guys love so much? This is where that came from.)

Silent Hill 4: The Room

Siren (a spirital successor to Silent Hill from the same creative director)

Sly 2: Band of Thieves

Sonic Heroes

Sonic Battle (an arena fighter for the GBA.)

Sonic Advance 3

Spider-Man 2 ((based on the movie of the same name. The one with the really good web-slinging)

Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow (the 2nd one)

Spyro: A Hero's Tail (the 5th one)

Star Ocean: Till the End of Time (the 3rd one)

Star Wars: Battlefront (the one that everyone liked)

Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II - The Sith Lords

Steel Battalion: Line of Contact ((this, and the original Steel Battalion two years prior, used a special controller called the Mega-Jockey 9000, which had 44 buttons, two joysticks, a throttle handle, a radio channel dial, five switches, an eject button, and three foot pedals.)

Sudeki

The Suffering

Super Mario 64 DS

Syphon Filter: The Omega Strain (the 4th one)

Tales of Symphonia

Thief: Deadly Shadows (the 3rd one)

Tony Hawk's Underground 2

Total War: Rome

Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines

Viewtiful Joe 2

Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War

X-Men Legends

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ruedeirdre18 · 11 months

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"Serenade"

By: @ruedeirdre18

In the realm of emotions, let me craft a tale, A poignant saga of fragility, so frail. Personifying their essence, as figures they'll appear, Engaging in a dialogue, shedding pain's tear.

Restlessness, a being fragile, yet fierce, Gazes at its reflection, pain it does pierce. Mirror to its soul, where doubts reside, Whispering secrets, where fears coincide.

"Mysterious one, why do you haunt my mind? With doubts and uncertainties, cruel and unkind. I dwell within you, woven in your thoughts, An enigma unfathomable, relentless onslaught."

Restlessness, in anguish, begins to unfold, A tapestry of worries, a story untold. "Within your very core, I do reside, A constant companion, in shadows I hide.

"I am the weight that holds you down, The whisper that drowns out joy's sweet sound. I foster doubt and cast shadows on your dreams, Feeding on vulnerabilities, or so it seems.

"Perfection eludes you, like an ephemeral ghost, You fear judgment, rejection, your spirit almost lost. Every step you take, I magnify your flaws, Creating barriers within, undermining your cause.

"Yet, in the darkest abyss of your despair, You seek solace, a remedy for this wear and tear. But I, Restlessness, am a wily foe, For even your triumphs, I'll find a way to sow.

"I am the voice that whispers, 'You're not enough,' A silent symphony of pain, playing oh so rough. You question your worth, your place in this world, Amidst the chaos, my banners unfurled."

The mind, an arena of turmoil and strife, Caught in the grip of Restlessness's rife. A battle of emotions, a dance so divine, The reader, a witness, in this tragic design.

Now, let the finale unfold in a different tongue, A language unique, a sorrow yet unsung. Let's paint the canvas with a poignant hue, A lament that resonates, both old and new.

Dans les dédales de l'âme tourmentée, Le trouble chante sa mélodie effrénée. Un amour perdu dans l'ombre du doute, Le cœur saigne, la douleur survit sans déroute.

Restlessness, a symphony of tears unbound, Leaves the reader in melancholy profound. A saga of pain, so uniquely bittersweet, A figurative journey where emotions meet.

May this tale touch your heart, oh curious one, Revealing the depth of fragilities undone. And in this sorrowful dance, may you find solace, In embracing your own vulnerabilities, with grace.

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When you think about it Crimson and Sans share a lot of mannerisms and are generally... Kind of similar in small ways? They wear the same complex expression when you ask about their past, they barley let their true emotions show on their face, they are always on the lookout for attack, and they both seem like they'll always know more then us. Their fighting matches up perfectly with each other and they seem close in the most hateful way possible. When we watched them fight when we were trapped in the red string, watching them felt like that's what it's always been. Them for all of eternity. I feel like we're kind of an outsider to both of them? It makes me feel... Strangely jealous.

here's some cool art of the scene I drew!

they're married to an eternal slaughter of each other but divorced recently after meeting y/n mutually cheating 😔/j

or could just be interpreted as the salty exes who murder each other on a regular basis!/j

or maybe they are still married to be each other's enemy and you just somehow became a part of that mess???/j

something about the deep history between these two mortal enemies gave you a faint sense of being... left out? as a stranger. you had only known sam's for a few months...

while crimson seemed to know... almost EVERYTHING about him (all to the extent of his accurate battle prowess timing danger and habits... his tastes, his interests his mindset... even his deepest darkest secrets that he had YET to show.)

sans also seemed to know crimson like the back of his hand, rightfully predicting them... making up a carefully set trap using you as bait and they fell for it...

you'd never know sans as well as crimson... and never know crimson as well as sans seemed to know them...

crimson did say they had outlived the world by multiple lifetimes... had they known each other that long? not just one but multiple lifetimes? how long had this been going on???

and yet crimson insisted on pulling you into the drama? to spice things up?

you furrow your eye brows. this was probably some sort of clown show for them to indulge themselves in drama and watch the chaos ensue. not like you could do much against it. you'd use it and take what you could to gain an advantage...

you recall asking them something."do you want to turn me crazy too?'

"of course not, that's too cliche. you're the hero aren't you goody two shoes?"

you were? thinking of yourself as a hero was ironic since it was you who basically freed a chaotic evil entity at the world... what hero does that!?

crimson and sans had a lot in common and among them was their tendency to make you want to punch them in their mysterious smug face... a light bap for sans and a heavy punch for crimson of course.

wait crimson wouldn't feel pain... what was even the point of hurting them??? they also get a light bap you decide.

you felt a bit overwhelmed. coming in between these two felt... like a lot of pressure. despite being told the summary of their dynamic you STILL felt like that extra person who would join a friend group that had known each other for years, awkwardly looking at them glaring at each other without knowing the context or punchline if the jokes they'd say...

or well, the insults they'd throw at each other...

it was mostly one sided... crimson just tanking everything and laughing it off as if losing a limb or two was an average Tuesday...

you really didn't get it... it was horrible to watch them fight... but to them it must've felt... normal? casual?

as if it was a well practiced common practice such as one would chop off one's head as a gesture to say hi or hello or would probably stab the heart as a goodbye...

was that just... their thing?

if you didn't see the blood splatters you would have considered it funny... but it wasn't. it was in fact very graphic.

you almost wished you could unseen it and forget the fact that at certain glances it almost looked... beautiful.

#dusttale #lv triangle #player x dust #player x reader #dust x reader #full circle baby!#triangle complete #cue the stalkers tango 🎶#ngl i loved how the battle art tirned out!#sansanomoly #dusttale sansanomoly

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memo. tell us sans's darkest secret

global.msg[4]= "HE IS.../"; global.msg[5]= "* .../"; NESS???/"; global.msg[1]= "\\E8* ... yeah^1, why would I& do that?/"; :y

#utdrp

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Unraveling Madness: San's Dark Secrets Pt. 4

Summary: You're a brilliant psychiatrist, but you were no stranger to internal conflicts. You had accepted the task of treating Choi San, the psychiatric ward's most dangerous patient due to his violent episodes. Despite skepticism from other staff members, you believed that beneath his destructive exterior lay a vulnerable human being, yearning for understanding and acceptance.

Trigger warning: death

Teaser | Master list | Pt 5

Throughout his tale, Choi San's voice grew steadier, his eyes beginning to lose their haunted expression. There was a sense of catharsis in finally sharing these long-buried memories, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. You listened intently, offering occasional words of understanding and empathy, allowing him to take the lead in the conversation.

As the session drew to a close, Choi San felt a newfound sense of hope beginning to stir within him. He told you about how, as a young boy, he had been forced to watch his parents being brutally murdered by a group of thugs. They had been after something valuable that his father had hidden in their home. In a desperate attempt the father tried protecting the valuable that was hidden while Choi San's mother protected him, she had sent him out to play with a neighbor's child, not realizing it would be the last time he ever saw her. The memory still haunted him to this day, the sound of their screams echoing in his ears like a macabre lullaby.

You listened intently, your expression one of both empathy and horror. You nodded along as he spoke, understanding all too well the depths of trauma he had experienced. As he finished recounting the harrowing tale, you reached out and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Choi San," you began, your voice gentle but firm, "I cannot even begin to imagine the pain you must have gone through. It's incredible that you've managed to survive this far, let alone find the strength to share your story with me today." Your words brought a small, yet genuine, smile to his lips. "You are incredibly strong, and I am so proud of you."

You paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I want you to know that I am here for you, Choi San. Whatever you need, I will do everything in my power to help you heal from this. We will face your demons together, and we will overcome them." Her words filled him with a newfound sense of hope, and for the first time in a long while, he felt truly heard and understood. The weight of his past began to lift from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of lightness and relief. He felt lighter, more at peace with himself. He knew that the road ahead would still be long and difficult, but he no longer felt alone. The darkness that had once consumed him was beginning to recede, making way for a brighter future.

As the session came to a close, Choi San thanked you for your patience, understanding, and support. He left your office with a newfound determination to confront his demons head-on and begin the process of healing. Over the next few weeks, he continued to make progress in therapy, learning healthy coping mechanisms and developing a stronger sense of self. The nightmares became less frequent, and the voices in his head grew quieter.

One day, as they were discussing his progress, Choi San felt compelled to share something else with you. He told you about the guilt he carried, the belief that if he had been a better son, a stronger boy, his mother might still be alive. You listened intently, offering words of reassurance and perspective. You reminded him that he was only a child at the time, and that his mothers' love for him could never have been diminished by the actions of others.

Over time, Choi San began to see things differently. He started to understand that his mother would never have wanted him to live a life defined by the pain of her loss. He realized that he had spent so much of his life trying to be the perfect son, the perfect survivor, that he had forgotten who he truly was beneath all the trauma. With your support, he started to embrace his own identity, to find joy in the small moments of life that had once eluded him.

#ateez x reader #choi san #ateez #choi san x reader #choi san x y/n #choi san x you #tw sui ideation #san's darkest secrets #unraveling madness #tw death

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Ogami-san Can’t Keep It In, volume 1 by Yu Yoshidamaru (Translated by Max Greenway) A reclusive young student's life is transformed when her darkest secret is exposed.

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phillippadgettwrites · 2 years

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What Happens in San Diego

Rated X / 2025 words / posted on AO3

CW: see AO3 for relationship tags

San Diego, December 1997

“Shhhhhhh. My Sergeant's gonna break the door down if you keep making all that noise.”

His hand pressed firmly over her mouth only encourages her, and she leans back slightly to change the angle of his cock as it slips in and out with obscenely sloppy sounds. She’s so wet it’s indecent, and it’s not as though they spent much time on foreplay. His stern questioning regarding why she wanted to keep the photo of Emily stirred up something feral and desperate inside of her, something that lay dormant for years. A lock on his office door, a time-worn condom stashed in the forgotten recesses of his wallet, and the overwhelming need to feel something other than death and grief and loss were all the justification she needed.

Her pants and underwear lay discarded on the yellowed linoleum floor, her jacket tossed on his chair, and her t-shirt pushed up under her arms to expose the white satin of her bra. Kresge’s trousers are in a puddle around his wingtips, his dress shirt open and his tie hanging limply over his shoulder. She pushes his undershirt up to reveal the rippled planes of his belly, the muscles twitching and contracting as he sinks into her again and again.

He removes his hand from her mouth and she sucks in a lungful of air, flashing her eyes up to his hungrily. She wants something that she can’t quite name, doesn’t know how to ask for. She wants to feel alive.

He withdraws from her, his slick latex-covered cock bobbing in the open air. She shoots him a questioning look and he grabs her under her arms, pulling her off the surface of the desk and turning her around to face it. One hand splayed across her upper back pushes her forward, and she bends in half with her ass exposed to the open air and his name plate digging into her hip.

“You like it a little rough, Scully FBI?” he asks in a growl of a whisper, and she feels a fresh rush of moisture between her legs.

He pushes back into her with a sharp thrust and she yelps. He leans forward, returning his hand to her mouth and pulling her head back slightly, just enough that she feels the tension in his arm and the control he has over her body.

Control. She always seeks it, always struggles to have it and maintain it. Her deepest, darkest secret is that she desperately wants to abdicate all that carefully secured control. To let go, to give in. Every now and then she acts on the impulse. Last time it landed her in the hospital with a fresh tattoo. This time it has her bent over a desk in a busy police station, biting her lip to contain her moans as a beautiful stranger fucks her from behind.

“Mmmmm, mmmhmmm,” Kresge hums, his fingers digging into her cheek.

She closes her eyes, losing herself in sensation and relief at the things her healthy body is proving itself still capable of. Of desiring and being desired. Getting wet, getting fucked. Living. For a moment she forgets whose dick it is that’s striking her cervix rhythmically, sending little jolts of painful pleasure down her legs. It could be Ed, or that man at the gym who always gives her long looks. It could be Mulder. Would Mulder fuck her like this, would he be rough with her? Sometimes he treats her like she’s made of glass, and all she wants to do is break.

She wants it harder, faster, but she doesn’t have the luxury of words. She arches her pelvis up slightly, trying to find leverage against the front of the desk. He grabs her hips roughly with both hands, and she drops her face into the crook of her arm as he begins to fuck her in earnest, staccato slaps and the muffled sound of her whimpers extraordinarily loud in the small room. Outside, phones ring and there is the occasional peel of laughter or a barked order. Inside, she is inching closer and closer towards the greatest loss of control she can imagine.

Kresge stuffs one hand into the space between her pelvis and the desk, his rough fingers fumbling artlessly over her clit. It doesn’t matter that it’s not all that precise; she’s so wound up that the graze of a feather would have been enough.

She lets out a long, low moan that rumbles in her chest, the slip of his cock and the erratic brushes of his fingers pushing her suddenly and forcefully over the edge. Kresge grunts, returning his hand to her hip and driving into her in a series of rapidfire pumps until he hisses and slows, coming stealthily but throatily.

He slips out, leaving her a tangle of flaccid limbs and satisfaction on his formerly tidy desk. She catches her breath as she listens to the jangle of his belt buckle and the silky zip of his tie. When she finally has the wherewithal to push herself off the desk and stand, he looks perfectly poised as though nothing happened at all.

“Keep the picture,” he says, slightly out of breath, as she collects and re-dons her clothes. “You didn’t have to go to all that trouble to get it, not that I minded,” he adds, and she shoots him a coy smirk.

“Thanks,” she says quietly, taking the photograph and turning towards the door.

“I’ll see you back here in, what, a few hours?” he says, and she turns back to look at him.

His hands are stuffed in his pockets, his hair hardly out of place. He seems like a good man. Maybe in another time, another circumstance, she would actually consider pursuing something with him.

She doesn’t say anything in reply, just gives him a tight lipped smile and a nod, and walks out of the police station, Emily’s photo in hand.

The Falls at Arcadia, March 1999

The Rent-A-Center couch squeaks loudly each time he drives into her, paired with the rush of his labored breaths. He’s sweaty and ragged, drawing every ounce of strength in his body and sending it careening into hers as he fucks her roughly.

“You’re a bad girl, Scully,” he says with a grunt, his hips snapping against her pelvis so sharply it hurts. She cries out, a cross between a whimper and a moan, and fists a clump of his hair.

He’s on his knees on the floor, stark naked and so fucking beautiful it’s overwhelming. White streaks of moonlight are slashed like tiger stripes over his shimmering skin, the flex of his muscles making them dance. Her ass hangs over the edge of the cushions, her legs wrapped around his waist, and his cock buried deep inside her.

“You’re home late,” he’d said as she walked in the door not thirty minutes prior

She stilled and turned slowly towards him, not missing the chastising tone in his voice. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, bare feet planted firmly on the pristine linoleum, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I didn’t realize I had a curfew.”

His jaw twitched and he looked away, and she found herself instantly captivated by his demeanor. It was unfamiliar and out of character, save for those few occasions where he was displeased with her choices or actions. This begged the question of what she did, or what he thought she did, that might displease him.

“You were at the San Diego field office?” he asked, poorly feigning nonchalance.

“The police precinct, actually,” she replied, turning back to the stack of papers on the counter before her.

She goaded him with her lack of engagement, daring him to tell her what information he was really after.

“Detective Kresge still on staff there?”

A little prick of anticipation tingled at the back of her neck, right around the place that her replacement implant lives, keeping her cancer free. Keeping her alive.

“Yep,” she said flatly, not looking at him.

She heard him shift and clear his throat.

“And?” he asked, that same petulant tone in his voice.

She suddenly wondered if she told him at some point about her brief lapse in professionalism with Detective Kresge. She was nearly 100% certain that it never came up. She certainly wouldn’t have volunteered the information, given the way he responded to her ill-fated date with Ed Jerse. She lifted her head to look at him, finding his expression unreadable.

“And, what?” she shot back, leaning one hip against the edge of the counter and mirroring his crossed arms.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes with annoyance, and she lifted her eyebrows in question.

“Come on, Scully,” he said derisively, and she went from curious to angry in an instant.

“I don’t know what you’re referring to, Mulder,” she sniped. “If there’s something you’d like to say to me, just say it.”

“Okay,” he acquiesced with a nod. “I’m wondering if perhaps you’re home late because you were recreating your little office romp with Detective Kresge.”

Her eyes widened briefly, but she attempted to hide her reaction.

“I don’t recall ever discussing that with you,” she said levelly, as though debating the facts of a case. “And regardless, I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“You’re right, it’s not,” he agreed smugly. “For whatever reason, Kresge felt the need to tell me about it last time we were out here. He seemed pretty proud of himself for managing to get in your pants and I decided not to deflate his ego by making him aware of your proclivity towards fucking strangers when you’re having a bad day.”

There was a slap, and then immediate contrition. There was conflicting anger over his possessiveness and arousal over the knowledge that he didn’t want her running back to Kresge. She felt vindicated, in a way, after all he put her through with Diana. There was a kiss, and then he took over. She relinquished control.

He bites her earlobe, pinches an erect nipple between his fingers. He’s rough with her, rougher than she ever imagined. Rougher than she could have hoped.

“Did he make you come?” he asks angrily.

“Yes,” she breathes, gripping his ass and pulling him more firmly against her. She wants him deeper, she wants more.

“Inside you?” he questions, and she can hear his confidence wavering.

“No,” she answers on a moan as he tugs her even further off the couch, nearly into his lap as he sits back on his haunches.

“Good,” he says resolutely, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

His words make her dissolve like sugar into hot water, melting further into him. Who knew he could talk like this?

“Yes,” she murmurs, and he grunts in approval.

His hands on her ass pull her down and push her back up, maintaining control even in her superior position. His fingertips on one hand inch towards her ass crack, and she feels so completely powerless it scares her. But she trusts him, so she lets him nip and suck at her lips as he fucks her ruthlessly, those fingers creeping and creeping until one presses firmly against her asshole.

“Oh, god,” she hisses, her fingers digging into his back.

“Good girl,” he purrs. “I want to feel you come.”

She breaks. Shatters like tempered glass, crumbling around him. Somewhere in her haze of pleasure, she hears him sputter a stream of profanities and then the insides of her thighs are wet with his cum. He slows but doesn’t stop, beginning to pepper her with soft, affectionate touches that feel like apologies.

“I didn’t see him, Mulder. He wasn’t there,” she murmurs, her head resting in the crook of his neck and her arms wrapped loosely around his rib cage.

He sighs with relief, cuddling her close like a prized possession he isn’t prepared to part with. She invites him to sleep in the bed, and he accepts. She feels more alive than she can ever remember feeling.

Tagging @today-in-fic

#x files fanfic #the x files #xf fic #xf fanfic #smut #dana scully #fox mulder

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30 Covers, 30 Days 2022: Day 27

For day twenty seven, we take an epic journey to uncover some dark secrets. antasy novel Fireheart by YWP Participant Aether / Rahael Joseph has a thrilling tale for us! This gorgeous cover was designed by Leonardo De La Rocha, who graciously stepped in as a backup designer!

Fireheart

"You are never alone, Silveira. Allow me to ease your burden." Silveira Revurii, a young assassin in training, finds herself thrust into the outside world with no warning. For the sake of her kind and what remains of her family, it is up to Silveira to uncover Empyrea's darkest secrets to subdue the rising of the Underworld. But what chance has she of defeating an ancient terror not seen for centuries, when she herself could become one?

About the Author

Rahael Joseph is a 14-year old girl from India. She enjoys writing fantasy and illustrating her own characters through digital mediums, though being a freshman attempting to balance college courses on one plate does take its toll on her free time. Rahael has been meticulously developing a unique world in her own head since she discovered her passion for writing at nine. Fireheart is the first novel of a series Rahael hopes to publish before she gets to college. When she isn't writing or drawing, she's listening to music (epic instrumentals are her favorite) and playing League of Legends with her brothers.

About the Designer

Leonardo is a developer turned designer turned design exec, currently serving as Global Head of Design for Spotify Advertising. Formerly at Intuit, Facebook, and Yahoo, his expertise orbit around commercializing enterprise products and instituting systems for building at scale. Working from his home in sunny San Jose, California, Leonardo spends his free time illustrating, fidgeting with type, advocating for respectable cocktails, and assisting his partner in raising two beautiful children towards beautiful adults, through and through.

#nanowrimo #nano #30c30d #30 Covers 30 Days #design #fantasy #leonardo de la rocha #rahael joseph

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champion-class-hatsune-miku · 10 months

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☭ for @touya-san

Battle Intro: Hiiiiii Touya! Are you ready to battle? We can have cookies after!

Victory: That was fun! Lets get some Boba too!

Defeat: That was fun! Let's get some Soda too!

Assist: Oh this will be easy working together!

Taunt:

(oo-ee-oo) (oo-ee-oo) (oo-ee-oo) (oo-ee-oo)

Miku, Miku,you can call me Miku

Blue hair, blue tie, hiding in your wi-fi Open secrets, anyone can find me Hear your music running through my mind I'm thinking Miku, Miku (oo-ee-oo) I'm thinking Miku, Miku (oo-ee-oo) I'm thinking Miku, Miku (oo-ee-oo) I'm thinking Miku, Miku (oo-ee-oo)

I'm on top of the world because of you

All I wanted to do is follow you I'll keep singing along to all of you I'll keep singing along

I'm thinking Miku, Miku (oo-ee-oo)

I'm thinking Miku, Miku (oo-ee-oo) I'm thinking Miku, Miku (oo-ee-oo) I'm thinking Miku, Miku (oo-ee-oo)

Miku, Miku, what's it like to be you? twenty, twenty, looking in the rear view Play me, break me, make me feel like Superman You can do anything you want

I'm on top of the world because of you

All I wanted to do is follow you I'll keep singing along to all of you I'll keep singing along

I'm on top of the world because of you I do nothing that they could never do I'll keep playing along with all of you I'll keep playing along I'm thinking Miku, Miku (oo-ee-oo)

I'm thinking Miku, Miku (oo-ee-oo) I'm thinking Miku, Miku (oo-ee-oo) I'm thinking Miku, Miku (oo-ee-oo)

Where we were walking together? I will see you in the end I'll take you where you've never been, then bring you back again Listen to me with your eyes, I'm watching you from in the sky If you forget I'll fade away, I'm asking you to let me stay So bathe me in your magic light, and keep it on in darkest night I need you here to keep me strong, to live my life and sing along I'm lying with you wide awake, like your expensive poison snake You found me here inside a dream, walk through the fire straight to me

Reacting to Taunt:

遥か遠い遠い昔巻かれた首輪人が欲しい人が欲しいと叫ぶ呪いの首輪怒らないで見捨てないでどこもいかないで (ねえ) 強く絞める吐くまで絞める人がいないいないといい成績でしょねえねえいい子でしょかわいい子でしょねえねえ良い子でしょ苦しいねえ愛して愛して愛してもっともっと愛して愛して狂おしいほどに苦しい苦しい呪縛を解いて解いてねえ止められない嗚呼

身体身体大きくなっても小さい首輪苦しくなる足りなくなる人が人が足りないクラスの誰にも負けないキレイないい子でしょあの子よりもどの子よりも誰も彼も私を見てよ体育館裏あなたに告白を嘘見たいでしょ？あなたが好きなの汚いあなたが愛して愛して愛して全部あげるあなたにあなたに全部背負ってもらうよ足りないあなたが足りない離さないよ嗚呼ごめんなさい愛して愛して愛してもっともっと愛して愛して狂おしいほどに苦しい離さない苦しいもっともっとねえ幸せなの嗚呼

Tie: That was fun! Let's buy out a store!

Perfect Victory: Touya! We need to grind up your team! and give them competitive sets!

#champion class miku #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotomblr #pkmn rp #pkmn blog #pokeblogging #irl pkmn #pokemon rp #asks

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