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choomboy · 1 month
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Yami Marik
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logicaltips · 1 year
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SAGAU x Millennium Puzzle!Creator and "Imposter"
The soul of the True Creator rests within a mysterious vision, only emerging to protect the Imposter from harm as they wander Teyvat in the Creator's place.
"Keep an eye on them. If you truly believe that they are the Imposter, bring them and the holy vision to me. I trust your judgement, and justice will be dealt swiftly."
Those were Ningguang's orders, and so far, Yelan followed them to the letter. From where she sat in the dice game room, she heard the bell above the entrance door ring. Looking up, Yelan could see the Imposter walk innocently into Yanshang Teahouse. "This Imposter is as stupid as they are heretical", she thought. Their meek body posture and smile betrayed the rainbow-colored vision that radiated all forms of power into the air. The Creator's vision was a heavily guarded treasure, but it was now worn on a chain necklace by a lowly mortal, who wore the same face as the Granter of Wishes described by the ancient scriptures.
If she wasn't an acolyte, Yelan was sure that even she would be swayed by its aura and their face into believing the Imposter's lies, just like everyone else. After all, all true acolytes knew the true presence of the Creator like the back of their hand, and while the vision did well to emulate it, the addition of a submissive personality was it took to cast doubt in the minds of the Liyue Qixing ever since the Imposter entered the city.
Yelan commended the Imposter's efforts to become a copy of the Divine Creator; changing their face and stealing a holy artifact. But now, as her prey walked towards her, Yelan pushed those thoughts away and replaced them with utter fury.
"Yes, keep walking towards me, you filthy heretic. Walk into my web and as a reward, your head will soon fall off of our shoulders."
The Imposter walked into the room and sat down in front of her.
"Oh?" Yelan raised an eyebrow. "You seem a bit young to be walking around on your own, especially in a place like this. Does your weekly allowance even cover a single bet?"
The Imposter sheepishly rubbed the back of their head. "No, not exactly. I just came here... to play a game with you."
Yelan smiled. "I see. It seems like my reputation proceeds me. What game shall we play? Better yet... what shall we wager? No game is fun without some stakes, after all." Her eyes wandered to the holy vision that rested on the Imposter's chest.
Her opponent immediately clutched their vision and gave a nervous smile. "Sorry, but this is too valuable for me to wager. It's very important to me. Besides, you have one already, don't you?"
A forced laugh was the response. "I see, then how about we wager something different?" Yeah leaned over the table and gazed into the Imposter's eyes. They were so beautiful.
"How about... your life, sinner?"
With a yank of her arm, strings bound the Imposter's legs to the chair they sat on and slammed the door shut.
In one smooth motion, Yelan summoned her divine-gifted bow and notched an arrow, aimed directly at the Imposter's heart.
Their shocked look broke her heart.
"Yelan? Why-"
"Did you really think that your weak aura could be masked by the All-Divine's vision? You reek of it! You have corrupted the Creator's very presence and sullied their unreachable beauty with that false face!"
The Imposter's eyes began to grow wet with tears. "No!" They reasoned. "No, the Creator- they gave me that-!"
"You dare to mention the All-Divine with your tongue?!" Her bow shook with rage. "You commited such blasphemy and yet you still speak of the Creator as if you met them! All who follow the Weaver of Worlds know that they vanished from this realm eons ago! Your lies have dug you a deeper grave, heretic!"
With that final roar, Yelan returned her gaze once more to the rainbow vision.
"I know not of what you are, whether you are a creature from the Abyss, or a lowly mortal, but that vision does not belong to you!" She reached out her hand to reclaim the vision-
"Hands off, hag! Touch it and you die!"
Yelan immediately leaped back from the Imposter, who seemed to mature just from the new confident aura that enveloped their body.
It seemed so familiar.
"This vision isn't something you can just take, Yelan. Remember why I came here? Let's follow through on that. We'll play a game. I'll wager my freedom, my life, and this vision."
Yelan scoffed. "You are in no position to negotiate."
The Imposter crossed their arms in defiance. "I am. This will be a test of faith. Beat me, and you prove that your worship of the All-Divine is faithful and true, and that I am the Imposter. After all, why would the one worthy of the omniscient, all powerful Creator's vision lose in something as... trivial as a game? But if you lose... You'll have to face a penalty game."
Yelan pondered the offer. Penalty game? What could that mean? After all, even if the Imposter wins, they're stuck in this room until she unravels her strings. If they try anything strange, her arrow will fly true, and she'll pry the vision from their cold body. If the Imposter lost... well, they just gave her a reason to believe that they aren't worthy of such a blessing.
The intelligence officer smirked. "Very well. I'll choose what game we play then. Can't be giving you an unfair advantage after all..."
The Imposter nodded. Yelan reached into the drawer of the table and retrieved some rigged dice and cards, and began to explain the rules...
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After Yelan missed her daily report, Ningguang grew worried. The intelligence officer never missed a report, and the fact that she disappeared after trailing the Imposter was enough for Ningguang to send a search-and-rescue operation throughout Liyue.
Hours later, she received a written report from Keqing. Yelan was found curled up on the floor of the Yanshang Teahouse dice game room, muttering to herself as she pawed blindly at the air.
"Forgive me. Please. I didn't know. Forgive me. Please, let me out."
That was all she said, even long after she was removed from the premises. Ningguang only had her rage on her mind as she entered her office, prepared to seek the truth of the entity that did this to Yelan, until a sharp voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Nice office, Ningguang."
It was the Imposter, calmly sitting in from of her desk. The rainbow vision that sat on their chest was glowing menacingly.
"Let's play a game, shall we?"
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ahhvernin · 1 year
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Gleeful Severance.
Kofi
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Redraw from Nov 2021 of my favorite sick fucks. They’re everything to me (derogatory)
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tufnation · 6 months
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Shadow Game
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dappercritter · 1 year
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I feel like people would be way more open to a new Shadow the Hedgehog game if it played less like a Sonic game with more attitude, less colour, and passable gun play and more like a speedrun-oriented combat game like Ultrakill or Neon White.
Think of how the original Sonic games were made as speedrun-oriented platformers but instead of awkwardly splicing in that platforming with fighting like Unleashed, or making you look for guys to shoot like in STH’05 you marry the two.
Either by demolishing the bad guys as fast as possible like in Ultrakill or zipping through a level while clearing out bad guys as you go like Neon White.
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enneadau · 2 years
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Hanaq art by the absolutely incredible @zackpyo! I love how gorgeous but threatening she looks here. It captures her perfectly.
Thank you very much ZackPyo!!
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cartoontriper · 8 months
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Thinking about the "Griddle Ice hockey " shadow game from Yu-gi-Oh! Manga
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mdogatinlayothree · 5 months
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Awfully ironic that the line "you know what they say, the more the merrier!" was the one to glitch tf out
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the-sound-ofrain · 1 year
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we need to talk : 🦌
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shironezuninja · 2 years
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I’m gonna have to get rid of my old backpacks from my school days. As I get new furniture for my main bedroom, that black bag needs to leave the floor area.
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Sorry guys I'm thinking abt the guild again. Like if Bryce didn't pit harvey and rebecca against each other from literally day one maybe these stupid fucking business partners wouldn't have contracted terminal infighting disease and perhaps the three of them would have been in posession of the north side like at LEAST 2 years ago. But no we couln't have that because they all have the pettiness of a high school drama club and also the drama department is literally burning down and everything's on fire oh god oh god.
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runimanio · 2 years
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Aw yeah, what the fuck!?!
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robertbegg-art · 2 years
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Where’s that damn... last GUN soldier?
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decided to boot up Shadow the Hedgehog because it’s the only Sonic game I have for PS2 atm, and my PS2 is the only old console I could manage to set up was looking forward to seeing if it had aged well or not... and I don’t think it has XD managed to find #35 eventually but BOY howdy could that game use some tweaks >_<
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enneadau · 10 months
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False Light Spoiler!!!
Or rather a spoiler for the unedited, written 5 years ago version of this story that doesn't take into account the bazillion changes since then.
“Huya, get up you lazy ass!” Honda woke to the pain of a boot in his side and a snarl that was familiar and yet not at the same time. “It's your turn on watch and the men our Lord sent to Kemet are due back soon.”
He opened his eyes to find himself on the sandy floor of some form of fabric shelter. It was dark outside, meaning that he could not get a good look at the man waking him, but something in his head was telling him that this was Anittas and he should probably get moving if he did not want to get kicked again.
He rolled onto his side, trying not to wake the other three men sleeping in the same shelter as him and pushed himself to his feet, trying to work out why everything felt so familiar. He did not know where he was. The last thing he remembered was the eye on the Pyramid of Light sucking out the souls of him and his friends and dragging him into the weird maze that looked like some four year old could not decide which way was up.
He could not quite remember how he had gotten from there to here, besides a moment of pure agony after walking through a door but he stood and dusted himself off, taking a drink of water from the bag at his side before heading out into the starry night. His mind startled as he took in the sight of an encampment surrounding an oasis and protected by high sand dunes. The sand blown in the wind that should have fallen over the site seemed to brush over an invisible force field that made Honda twitchy and he instinctively reached for a pendant around his neck. As his fingers brushed it, he felt the Shadows engrained in it. The same thing that told him that the man who had woken him was Anittas reminded him that Lord Anubis had given it to him so he could pass through the protective barrier that shielded their small haven.
The camp itself was made up of several shelters like the one he had emerged from making up most of a circle around the oasis of clean, running water, with the three larger ones on the northern edge belonging to Lord Anubis and his high priests. The female priests had the one on the left, while the male priests had the one on the right and Lord Anubis's own private tent was in the middle.
His mind did a double take at that information, confusion coursing through him as he tried to work out how he knew that much about the camp he had literally just woken up in. Anittas glowered at him as he headed on auto-pilot for the southernmost point of the surrounding dunes which had grown higher again overnight. He was certain that if the encampment was there for much longer it would be lost under the sands and Anubis would have a hidden bunker in the sands, protected by the desert itself and given life by the oasis that somehow flowed around in a circle, keeping it fresh. If that happened his Pharaoh would never be able to find it.
Honda paused to consider that thought. 'His Pharaoh' was Yugi, well technically Oneesan, but he considered them both equals, they were two halves of the same whole after all so both Yugis were 'Pharaoh' in his mind. The Pharaoh his mind had just referred to, however, was not Yugi, That Pharaoh was an older, male ruler who he was spying for. In fact, Huya remembered sending a letter to the palace spy master just last week about the upcoming attack.
The men that had been sent to carry it out were due back at any time now and Huya was hoping that they did not return. There should have been plenty of time to prepare for the oncoming attack, so they should have been caught. Honda had a feeling that they probably had not been. It would have been too easy.
As the sun began to rise and he got a better look at both himself and his shadow, Honda finally realised what was going on. He was not in his own body. This one was darker skinned and not as as broadly built. He was possessing someone else, which explained 'Huya's' memories feeding him information. The Pyramid must have done something, dragged him into a Shadow Game or some other form of magic. The others had to be here too. Anzu and Jou had been with him when it had happened, but he had no way of knowing where they were. They could be in any of the men or women down below.
Honda felt Huya's disgust as one of the male High Priests of Anubis emerged from the larger tents.
The man was the one in charge of the palace attack and Huya had gone out of his way to befriend him to get information, only to be lose that source of information when the latest batch of pretty girls had come into camp and the priest had lost interest in him.
That had been three weeks ago now and Huya was beginning to grow concerned about the fact nothing had happened yet. He was almost certain that something was delaying or preventing his messages getting through but there was nothing that he could do about it from here and unless he was relieved from duty, he had to stay here. Especially with what was being planned.
Honda did not get a chance to poke that thought too hard before dust clouds appeared on the horizon. He called down to the camp below, which started scrambling as Anubis emerged from his tent and started barking orders. Honda ducked down out of sight and turned his gaze back to the approaching dust cloud.
As it got closer he felt Huya's heart sink as he could pick out eight distinct figures. The same eight that Anubis had sent to the palace. Not that Huya knew why only eight had been sent out. It was not like they could do significant damage.
Once they were close enough, however, he realised that they had not been sent to disrupt the palace in the way that he had thought. Two of the horses had bundles tied on them. Bundles that looked like bound figures. Figures small enough to be children.
The eight passed through the barrier easily, their horses sliding down the other side and Honda turned to watch, Huya's fear and shock coursing through him as the horses stopped by the oasis and their riders dismounted, cutting the captives from the back of the horses before turning them loose to eat and drink at the waterhole.
The children's clothes were made of fine linen and spoke of  a rich family as they tried to escape the adults and failed as their bound wrists and smaller sizes, combined with the bags over their heads, prevented them from putting up a decent resistance and allowed Anubis's men to herd them towards their leader. He could not tell who the prisoners were, not with the rough sacks over their heads, but he had a gut wrenching feeling that he knew.
The children were pushed to their knees in front of the smirking, exiled Lord and the six members of his high court, each of whom were wearing an odd, glowing blue-white item that reminded Honda of not only the Pyramid of Light that had started this mess but also of the Millennium items. As Anubis stepped forward Honda wanted to move to do something but the body held still, the man he was possessing far too aware that if he made a move now, he would die and no one would know where the children where.
Honda's desire to act recklessly stalled as he watched Anubis rip the bags off of the heads of his captives to reveal two heads of tri-coloured hair. Hair that he had only ever seen on one person. Shock and horror coursed through him as he beheld frightened, wide purple eyes that looked around, confirming his fears as the boy knelt next to their owner said something that made Anubis backhand him to the floor.
Yugi was one of Anubis's hostages.
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