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millenniumdueled · 1 month

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"Can't sleep, Partner?"

Yugi opens his eyes to find the spectral form of his other self, a ghost only he can see, sitting at the edge of his bed. He makes a face as he sits himself upright against the pillow. "you too, huh?"

Suddenly, the Other Yugi straightens, like a cat on high alert. Yugi's own eyes widen. "so you heard that too--"

"Shh."

Silence falls between the two, and neither moves a muscle. Then it comes again, the sound of a woman's voice calling for help. But this time, in the stillness of their bedroom, a realization hits the two of them: is isn't their ears hearing the cries, but their heart.

No sooner does that thought occur to them, the bedroom falls away, the sudden change of scenery hitting them both with whiplash as the impossible, escherian stairs of the Other Yugi's soul room surround them on all sides.

"oh," Yugi says softly as he looks around himself. "this is your...."

"Mm. Someone is in here."

Yugi's attention snaps back to the other man beside him. "in here...? in our heart???"

The Other Yugi doesn't answer. As another cry for help rings out, echoing clearly through the maze of stairs and doors, he takes off running to try and find the source. "wait up!!!" Yugi calls, running after the Other.

The two race up and down impossible stairs, throw open doors to nowhere. The Other Yugi grabs his Partner's hand as he starts to reach for a door that he already knows is no good and shakes his head, before the two run off to try another.

The search seems tireless as both Yugis race back and forth throughout the unending maze of the Other Yugi's soul room. As they meet again in the place where they started, in front of the door to the void between their rooms, Yugi looks exasperated. "i don't hear her anymore..."

The Other Yugi doesn't answer. Instead, a different, familar cry, like some kind of pokemon, catches his attention, makes him turn on his heel.

"Kuriboh--?!"

Sure enough, atop one flight of stairs, bounces the furry little fiend. Once their eyes meet, however, the furball turns, bouncing into the darkness, chirping its "kurikurii~!" the entire way.

"does kuriboh want us to follow it?!"

The question hasn't even left Yugi's lips before he's racing after his Other Self in the direction the monster had gone. The escherian staircases fall away, the expansive walls grow narrower, as Yugi realizes they're following the Kuriboh down a blank hallway now. And this... This is new. He's only been inside of his Other Self's room a few times, but it's never been anything other than those stairs and many, many doors....

His eyes widen.

The hallway ends suddenly with a single, heavy, metal door. Though Kuriboh turns to bright light and slips easily though the keyhole, the Yugis both skid to a stop.

The Other Yugi neither hesitates nor speaks as he reaches for the door's handle.

Instead of the worn, intricately carved sandstone that makes up this room, before them stretches a long hall of black and white, long shadows cast from a blinding, unknown light source. Yugi's eyes go wide and he gives the Other's hand a little squeeze. "has that always been here...?"

"No I've never seen this before," the Other Yugi confirms, voice cautious, eyes narrowed. The woman's voice calls out for help again, and his violet red eyes flash with surprise. Is that the silhouette of a girl dashing between the oversaturated trees? He returns the squeeze. "Stay close and be careful, Partner," he warns as he takes a cautious step forward.

His foot meets nothing. Unable to react in time, he pulls Yugi after him by his held hand.

The place they find themselves is... Unexpected, to say the least. They don't hit the ground, rather their descent slows until the pair are left floating, high above a large castle, surrounded by an expanse of green grass cut by a blue river below. But the serene scene is marred by a dark shadow, a massive orb of radiating darkness looming overhead. at the center of the dark sun, a single, yellow eye stares out, straight ahead at the two floating like ghosts over this new domain. As they watch, monsters, dragons, a siren, are sucked from the forests and fields below, pulled, struggling, into the abyss that hovers over them.

With wide eyes, Yugi gives his Other a glance. "wgat is that--?!"

The Other Yugi's eyebrows twitch into a tightly knit scowl. He doesn't answer immediately, until something inside his heart pulls his attention back to the castle below him. A small sound, somewhere between a hum and a grunt, is the only response that Yugi gets before he finds himself following his Other, floating down, down, down.

They enter the castle through a hall window, joining hands again as they find themselves slowly lowering. The hall they arrive in is massive, though completely empty aside from three statues, resembling dragons and encased in the same icy crystal that had covered the Tablet of Memories back in the museum the day before.

"Three dragons...?" the Other Yugi wonders.

"You came!!""

As they ponder the statues, a voice makes them both jump. They spin on their heels, turning quickly to face--

"dark magician girl?!" Yugi squeaks.

Sure enough, standing before them, a pleading look in her bright blue eyes, is a monster they both know well. She looks nervous, clutching her staff in both hands.

"You're the one who's been calling for help?" the Other Yugi asks.

"Yes..." she answers hesitantly. "I need your help! Both of our worlds are in danger..."

"Tell us what's going on," the Other Yugi demands.

And so, she explains. The Dark Magician girl explains that their worlds run parallel to each other, that this world of monsters was created by the thoughts and souls of the people of Yugi's world. That they exist codependently, a world of magic and a world of the mundane. The two Duelists stay quiet as they listen, a look of nervous wonder on Yugi's face, an unreadable, tight-browed expression on the Other's.

She goes on. That dark sun looming overhead, she explains, has been devouring the monsters of her world, leaving only a handful left to hide within the castle. Other Yugi's expression softens as he feels the sorrow and sympathy inside his Partner's heart.

"Partner...."

"isn't there any way to save both of our worlds...?" Yugi asks.

Now, the Dark Magician Girl goes quiet. She takes a deep breath, holding her staff straight and close to her chest as she suddenly rises into the air without another word. Lifting her head, she looks to the statues behind the Duelists.

"These dragons have protected our world since ancient times. But they used up their power in past battles, and fell into deep hibernation," she explains. "No one knows their names, or just how long they've been here...."

Other Yugi's hand tightens around his Partner's. "Nameless dragons..." he mutters. With a light jump, he rises into their air after the Magician, gently tugging Yugi along with him.

"There's a legend about these dragons though. That one day, when our worlds both need it, a True Duelist would arrive. Only they hold the power to wake these dragons..."

The Yugis look at each other. Then, to the dragons once more.

"a true duelist...." Yugi chews on the words as his

"Mm..." the Other ponders quietly. A golden-hilted sword protrudes from the eye of the dragon before them and catches his gaze.

"Masters, I believe you were chosen to free the dragon!" the Dark Magician Girl cries. "Remove the sword and call out its name..."

"You said no one knows their names," the Other Yugi points out.

"The chosen Duelists will know when it's needed of them. Please, you have to try!!"

There's another moment of hesitation.

"Partner..."

Yugi just nods confidently, and it's settled. Together, they each reach out one hand, taking the sword at once. And just like that, without any resistance, the sword slides free of the crystal below, and Yugi gasps.

"other me--"

"Yeah." He takes a deep breath.

"Timaeus!!! Awaken!" they call as one.

An ear splitting CRACK echoes through the hall. The crystal falls away, crashing to the floor below as the teal dragon below roars to life. It throws back its head, and the power it emits makes Yugi tremble.

"i can feel it--" he gasps, wide eyed.

"Timaeus can awaken the dormant power of all monsters," the Other Yugi says, awestruck.

The moment seems to last forever as the two hover, gazing in wonder at the great beast.

"Duelists!!!" Dark Magician Girl's voice breaks the two from their mesmerized trance. "Use its power!"

"oh--"

"Mm."

The two look at each other and nod. Side by side, a mirror image of each other, they stretch out a hand toward the mighty dragon. The energy pulses between them, a terrible pressure and a rush of wind, and heat as the dragon roars again--

Yugi sits up in his bed with a start, gasping as his eyes fly open. His breath comes heavy as he looks quickly around himself, trying frantically to get his barings.

A dream.

A dream!

Of course that was just a dream.

He leans back against his pillow, taking, holding, and releasing a deep breath. He can feel his Other Self inside his heart, nothing seems to be wrong. He watches the glow of rainbow lights dance across his floor from the sky light window over his desk. It's pretty, calming....

"what is that light anyway?" he wonders aloud. "an aurora?"

He starts to close his eyes, to drift back off to sleep, to a more relaxing dream, before a suddeb realization has his heart leaping into his throat once again.

Domino City doesn't get auroras.

A monsterous roar from outside confirms his fears. Without another moment's hesitation, he bolts from the bed, grabbing the Puzzle, his phone, and his Duel Disk as he races down the stairs and outside, dressed in only his pajamas and jacket.

#ooc #action post #plot #arc: what the doma?!#not visible ic #this is dhshxhdb really really really rushed but #I desperately wanted to get it out b4 the rest of the tl goes to bed bbxbsbzbajzb

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redeyesandchilifries · 26 days

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[This... isn't right. Nothing about this is right.

Rex had forced Joey into this duel. Refused to take no for an answer. Wouldn't hear a word about needing to catch up to the others. Didn't give a shit about Yugi's soul needing to be saved, despite the fact that Yugi had saved Rex's. Was so certain his new deck would bring him victory that someone losing their soul just wasn't a concern for him.

Joey did not want to do this.

But too many people were counting on him.

Yugi needs him.

Yugi does, too.

So okay, he decided. He'll fight. Rex will just be one more soul he has to save.

Still. Why? Why make this risk? Why make this choice? To go out of your way to help an organization trying to destroy the world, just to get the chance to bet your life on one duel? Joey asks.

The answers don't make sense. Not to him, at least. However, they do sound familiar.

Feeling low. Backed into a corner. Desperate to win, win, win.

Just like Mai.

And, also just like Mai, Rex blamed Joey, specifically, for his hardships and pain.

It's pretty stupid. But then, there will always be people who choose to lash out instead of take responsibility for themselves.

Still, Joey tries to talk him down, even this far into the duel. It doesn't have to be a fight to the death. It's not like he was the strongest duelist ever, he's had plenty of losses. The trick is to figure out what went wrong and how to grow from it. He tells Rex he'd duel him a hundred times, over and over, and have them grow stronger together.

Only to be met with a sneer.

Rex thinks Joey is as stupid as Joey thinks Rex is acting. That to get stronger, you don't join hands with the soft hearted, but take up arms alongside the most powerful. That was why he joined Doma, to be on the winning side. Victory or death.

And it's his cruelty that does him in.

If Rex didn't want Joey, and specifically his Red Eyes Black Dragon, to suffer before defeat, he might have won. But he revived Red Eyes to try to take it down again, giving Joey the chance to use a trap card to force Rex's turn to end.

It's thanks to that malice that Joey has the chance to draw and play Gearfried, to let him out of his Iron Knight armor to his full Swordmaster power. Gearfried isn't powerful enough on his own, but thanks to Rex reviving Red Eyes, Joey can combine it with Hermos. A powerful dragon sword, perfect for the Swordmaster.

He hesitates.

Rex begs.

He's already lost his soul before, he doesn't want to go back, spare him don't strike please.

But too many people are depending on Joey for him to quit here.

"I'm sorry. But I promise, Rex, when I save Yugi, I'll get you out, too."

Gearfried strikes,

And Rex Raptor falls.]

#action post

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crownedclownprince · 26 days

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Happy Birthday!

There is a parade marching down the center of Gotham City, with music loud enough to rattle windows an startle car alarms into screeching wakefulness.

The media clamor is vicious and immediate, with the GCPD racing to quarantine the event as fast as possible.

Every channel is overtaken by frantic news casters urging everyone to get inside and stay inside until it's safe.

But really, is there such a thing as "safety" in Gotham city?

The parade marches on through bullets and barricades, leaving bloody smears across asphalt and concrete. The music swells, the pulsating downbeat in rhythm with the boom and thump of confetti cannons that spray the streets with pretty little paper stars. The wind blows most of them away, sure, but a horrible amount ends up stuck in the puddles of gore that used to be policemen making a mockery of their deaths in a way only the Joker knows best.

Speaking of... where is he?

At the head of the parade are several Clowns dressed in their best holding back feral beasts on massive chains. Hyenas with brightly painted faces yip and yowl, lunging at the ends of their leashes with maws splattered red red red. White tigers lope ever onwards with heavy saddles on their backs, and smaller Clowns astride them throwing candy here and there. There are lions too, lips pulled back into unnaturally smiles full of flat human teeth, their eyes brightly glowing green to match their fluffy manes

There's a fellow dressed like Beethoven sitting at an American Fotoplayer on a float dragged by two tremendous Strong Men playing the silliest tune known to man.

A great many other Clowns follow behind, marching in a band, handing out balloons or candy or shirts to any unlucky passerby commemorating this momentous occasion. There are jugglers, tumblers, a moving trapeze and high wire act.

Several troupes of Chuckle Scouts march with them, handing out free boxes of cookies and proudly displaying sashes full of brightly colored badges.

There are onlookers, lined up along the parade route with guns to their backs and tears in their eyes. They take the gifts they're offered, they smile for the cameras, they laugh when performers take prat falls or slip on banana peels. This is a jovial jubilous occasion and people must witness it, or else.

At the tail of the parade is a cake at least a story or two high covered in exactly 85 candles and gratuitous amounts of icing. When the parade stops at the end of its route, the music shifts from manic madcap whimsy to an almost wholesome rendition of 'happy birthday'. The cake and the parade are surrounded by the surviving members of the GCPD pointing guns at everyone that isn't a civilian. The Clowns seem unbothered by this and sing along to the music, pulling wrapped gifts out of nowhere in particular and offering them to the towering confection the way worshipers leave sacrifices at an altar.

The top of the cake trembles and wiggles and writhes before exploding into icing, the Clowns clap and cheer as their God appears at the top of the cake with his famous grin across his face. He's wearing a crown, holding a scepter, and wearing a sash that reads 'BIRTHDAY BOY' in big cursive letters. One of the cops fires on the Joker without hesitation, he gets his head blown off with a confetti cannon. The Joker doesn't seem to notice this disturbance and takes a bow, drinking in the attention of his audience.

"Thank you! Thank you! Y'know it's not every day I turn 85, so I plan to make tonight the best birthday bash I've ever had." Says Joker, dabbing at a tearful eye with a brightly colored hankie. The Clowns applaud him again. "This parade was a great start, but I have so much more in store for all of Gotham, and that lowlife cape wearing deadbeat who missed this whole thing." He looks dead into the nearest camera, eyes angry and wild his smile strained and sharp.

"Anywhoozles! I better wrap this up, this cake isn't going to eat itself after all and I have a gift for a certain someone that needs to be delivered."

The Clowns turn on cue to face the audience and the GCPD, the each take their gifts in one hand and pull the ribbons off with the other. The boxes explode into smoke and confetti that completely obscures the parade in a cloud of purple and green laughing gas that brings anyone not wearing a mask to their knees.

And when the smoke clears, the parade is gone.

#ic #long post #action post

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thaumatology · 2 days

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It's the tail end of one of Colin's hunts when it happens. He's caught his prey for the night, a vampire he's targeted twice before, and is in the middle of siphoning off their energy when he hears faint footsteps approaching from one end of the narrow alley.

Two intruders. No heartbeats, more vampires? Something is off there though, their auras are dim, barely detectable, as if something is hiding them from him. What isn't hidden is their intentions, made plain by the weapons in their hands.

An ambush. Cute.

He drops his unconscious victim and waves a dismissive hand towards the ambushers, sending a wall of flame rolling down the alley that should incinerate them where they stand. Instead it washes over them harmlessly, leaving no trace except for an orange glow emanating from the matching amulets around their necks. Someone is taking things seriously here.

Despite their shiny trinkets, the fear of fire is enough to make them flinch. One of them manages to shake it off slightly quicker than the other, stepping forward and raising a shotgun. Colin is already moving before the trigger is pulled, but a few pieces of buckshot still clip his right shoulder. Superficial damage, he can fix it later.

As it readies for a second shot he steps through the veil, reappearing directly behind it. His fingers curl around the cord of the amulet, and with a swift motion he rips it free from the vampire’s neck. As it turns towards him, he raises his free hand, releasing a flash of searing light from his fingertips that blasts it into a cloud of greasy ash.

The second vampire spins towards the source of the light, bringing its axe around in a sweeping arc intended to split Colin's torso in two. Where a normal human would have to rely on sluggish nerves to move their body, Colin cheats, his muscles springing into action with no corresponding signals from his brain. As the axe comes down he twists sideways, dodging it at the last second.

His response to the failed blow is swift and brutal. A burst of telekinetic force rips a chunk of concrete free from one of the nearby buildings, and a flick of the wrist slams it into the vampire with bone shattering force. The amulet flares again just before the moment of impact, but the slab is already in motion, and inertia does the rest, smashing the vampire into the opposite wall with a wet crunch.

As the half crushed vampire crumples, Colin catches a flash of movement off the edge of his vision. A third vampire, rushing in from the other end of the alley. This one is faster than the others, and has picked out an antique sword as its weapon of choice. He takes a step back, raising a hand to bring up a shield spell, but his reaction is a fraction of a second too slow and the blade severs cleanly through his wrist. The swordsman presses the advantage with a thrust, but rather than trying to dodge or counter, Colin steps into the movement, letting it sink the sword into his chest.

The vampire realizes too late what he's doing, releasing the sword as the fingers on his remaining hand close around its throat. It extends its claws, digging them deep into his chest, but its struggles quickly fade as he rips the life from its body. The last of the light fades from its eyes as he releases it, the empty shell thudding against the pavement. Two down.

He extends his oozing stump and the amputated hand springs from the pavement and affixes itself back onto his wrist. A bit of a rush job, but he has other things to focus on right now. Like the final vampire extricating itself from under the rubble behind him.

As he stalks over to the pile, he pulls the sword free from his chest, jabbing it downwards through the vampire’s shoulder and firmly into the asphalt. His lips pull back in something not entirely unlike a grin as he crouches over it, grabbing it by the hair and pulling its head up to meet his gaze.

"Hey there. I think you and I should have a little chat."

#action post #// I spent so long on this but its finally in a place where I'm happy enough to post it #// shoutout to awen my friend awen for helping me edit

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bubblesmxstress · 2 months

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( • )( • ) [from @amplecatnip ]

>Aradia pauses in her attempt at fixing her coat, a grin splitting her face as she takes in the sight of Nepeta's chest being flashed to her. Now this is what adventuring is all about, baby, this is why she comes out to other worlds to begin with!

>She approaches with that grin still stuck on her face, reaching out to let gloved hands squeeze Nep's nips softly.

"Very nice! Now what do you want me to do with these?"

#Action Post

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cyberneticlagomorph · 27 days

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"Here."

Zeb stared at the offered object with clear distrust and apprehension, eyes flicking from the hand holding the 'gift' and the creature offering it.

The towering pink spider demon person... thing with too many eyes.

Zeb continued to stare, totally unmoving, as if pretending to be a statue would make it leave him alone.

"Look," said the demon thing with a touch of agitation in its voice. "Either take 'em or don't, I'm tryna help YOU here."

Zeb looked at the gift, a pair of pink elbow length gloves with pretty spider web embroidery on the backs of the hands. He could hear Sir Matthew's voice in his ears, smell metal polish and feel the fresh blisters on his hands aching.

"Demons are evil incarnate, they give nothing freely, not even their names, they are to be dealt with as swiftly as possible."

Zeb looked at the gloves, Zeb looked at the demon.

He looked at his hands, stained black past his elbows with the ink that almost drowned him. The skin around his nails was raw and wrapped in band-aids where he'd tried to tear the blackness away in desperation. But he was still stained, even down to his meat.

Maybe even to the marrow.

Stained with... what he'd done.

He'd tried for hours to scrub it off, tried and tried until the Heretic Witch pulled him away from the sink and soap. It made his stomach hurt to look at his hands.

Zeb took the gloves and put them on.

The demon smiled softly, "There now, isn't that better? Outta sight outta mind is what my ma used to say."

The gloves were too big for him, but they covered the stain so Zeb didn't complain. "W.... what do you want in return?"

The demon kneels down, so they're eye to eye.

"I don't wanna to tell you what to do or not do, that'd be hypocritical of me on so many levels." He then offers his hand, palm up

"But if i can make a tiny lil request... i would ask ya to try and... well understand us. i know trust ain't happening anytime soon, that's plenty fair, but i promise, we're willing to put in the work to get there, all the way down to the little babies."

"An' don't worry, i'm gonna get you gloves that fit better, now that i've eyeballed your measurements." The demon winks, which is weird to see given how many eyes it... he has.

Zeb doesn't take the hand, but he doesn't shy away from it either. An action that feels so foreign to him his anxiety flickers to life. He manages to nod slightly and fidget with his new gloves, unsure of what else to do.

#ic #action post #mod don't look #hazbin hotel

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nemxricultrix · 18 days

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And it all starts with a song...

It's half remembered, drowned by years of memory and the cry of the wild. Half recalled until the melody at the tavern catches her ears. Though no full elf was she, they swivel upright like that of a listening animal, eyes narrowing as pupils expand to that display. It's sudden, cutting the noise or of the world around her as the tab is paid in full and then some- indeed she hears not the cheer as a half whispered "it's on me tonight" to the proprietor as she leaves, the satchel of coin left haphazardly to spill as the song echoes into mind.

It wasn't a song. Not to her. It was a beckoning cry.

Her family isn't expecting it, the doors being thrown open as hurried steps and muttering in lost words lead to rustling and clattering as old equipment is unearthed from it's hiding place. Words with lovers half asleep before she's pulling the belt tight around the waist, bow already slung over her shoulder with the rest of her kit. Words shared with the children as the song strikes again with the passing of an imperceptible minstrel, assurance of return but nothing promised or made clear. Words exchanged with the familiar black crow, three eyes now smoldering with the embers of Hell itself and wings spreading ash as it settled to her shoulder. Words left in a hastily written note to others in almost blazing script, as if imbued to reach scattered Realities as her feet reach the threshold of the door. Words given of safety from the family she is leaving, worried and concerned as the door is shut and the moon hangs under a growing cloud cover with the song boiling her ears again.

The Call of Osterius has been echoed. A call she has left since the birth of her eldest. A call now being answered as she entered the stables and silenced the owner, coin left as her midnight steed is hastily readied for the ride out along the north road into Blightfall Wood. A call... Of the Faerfolkn.

#Action post

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edgarallen-foe · 19 days

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==> John. Look.

You aren't supposed to take your glasses off during the eclipse. You've got the radio on, listening to scientists tell you all the reasons why. The reason they don't mention is that you know Jane will be on your ass if she hears you went out to burn up your corneas, and you kind of like being able to see anyway, so you really shouldn't.

But you hear something. A voice whispers to you, and you can't quite make out the words, but you know what it wants. It wants you to look. Open your eyes. Open your eyes. Look up.

It takes your breath away. You see, or rather you don't, and you can't stop. It's the absence of all light, the absence of anything at all. You stare into nothing, dim horror sapping the heat from your body all at once. Long reaching arms of silvery light stretch out as if to pull the threads of the universe itself apart. The sun, the light, ceases to be, replaced by a gaping, living hole. A hungry mouth that seems to see you back, or see into you, see the space where you cease to be, seeing you where nothing else can. You disappear with it, leaving nothing in your place. It's like you've died again, or like you're the only thing left alive with this thing that ate the sun.

T̷̡̯͍̞̳̲͓̘̫͚̟́͛̓ͅẖ̴̘͚͚̘̤̥̈́̆͌̂͛͛̂̑̽̀̚͘̕͝ḭ̵̞͉̅͋̃́s̵̡̧̢̛̠̼̞̣͈̋͒̓̑̏̓̈́͑̅͌̍́͌̈͠ ̴̖͈̯̜̰̗͔̰̱͒̀̌͋̽̕͜ͅï̴̧̤͙͖͚̳̮͠ŝ̵̻̜̝̦̺̹͙͈̓̎̓̈́̉ ̸̧̻̤̙̲̲͆̂̏̇̎̾̾͛̈̈̓̈̂̕ͅg̴̘̹̹̝̼̎̓̈́̆̄͛̚͝ͅo̵̤͓͗̆̏̾̄͋̂̋̊̚i̷͖̖͉̱̘̔̌̈́̽̓̊̑̀͐̒̕͜ͅn̵̞̘͎̘̼͗́̃̾̐̒̒̏͑͛̌͒̚͠ģ̶̳͖͙̝̼̓́̈̄̀͗̆̊̂͛̇̈́̚ ̴̡̨̨̦̘̫͇̻̥͖̥̈́̓͆̓̾̎̃̏̇͑̎̚̚͠t̵̡̨̛͓͉͇͔͕̣̃̆̄̀͆̎̑͊̔̈̽̕͝o̶̪͌̽̑́ ̴̨̨̢̰̲̠͎̩̪͕͍̬͉̳̮͕̓̋͑̍͋͗̓͘m̸̙̱͍̫͎̖͑̆̒͊̔̄̏͝a̶̖̼̬͙̼̾̃́͒̉̓̏̒͜͝k̷̢̤̻̣̜̟̙͌̏̃̊̈́͆̈́͒̕̚̕͠ͅë̷̪̣̫́̿̚͝͠ ̵̨̢̨̢̘̩̪̺̳̟͇̫̒̀̄͋̔͗̍ȁ̴̡̼͈̭̞͍̫̰̃ ̵̨̛̘̝̩̳͈̞͚̝͎̜̬̙͑͆̈́͌̋̇̾̋̐̔͜͝͠w̶̬͕̖̋͗i̷̞̗̹̯̠̬̾̍́́̿̋̚͠c̷͇͚̻̪̾͊̓̋̊̈́̽̊́̏̍͋̑̎̕͝͝k̸͈͇̩̭̼͕̿ȇ̴̛̫́̐̍̽̀̒̒̏͐͛̚͘̕͝͝d̷̡̘͈̟̜̫̮͚̣̲̘͖̈́̓͐̍ ̵̢̋̃̄͗͒̃̈́̉p̷̢̲̖̻̜̦̪̗̭͇̦̙͎̜̍͒̄̄͌̿͋̈́͘ó̴̠̳̞͌͆̓̊̈́e̸̢͚̊ͅm̷̛͈̼̖̠̙̹̠̱̐͒̈́̿̉͛̅͊̇̏̓̃͘ ̸̦͆̈́̐͋̾͆̒̂́͋̽͆̎̈͐̚͘l̵͍̱͕̻͑́͆͒͂̒̍͆̈́̈́̈̔́̑̕͠à̸̛̪͇͖̺͖̋̀̌̃̓͂͑̀̃̈́̿͠͠t̵̻̩̤͚̤̭́̇̂̊́͒̀̌̏̈́̿͠͝͝ͅͅȩ̷̛̰͍̝̬̎̀͌͛͑̾ŗ̴̙͈̩̫͉̲̥̠̅̽̓́͑̒̉̚͜ͅ.̷̧̖̗̲̝̬̮̳͙̬͓̟̦͍̍

#munart #action post #ooc #zalgo says 'this is going to make a wicked poem later'

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directactionforhope · 2 months

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"There is a small panel of regulators in every state that holds a similar power over electricity generation and, by extension, an enormous segment of the United States’ greenhouse gas emissions that are warming the planet. By setting electricity prices, they also have a substantial impact on most people’s lives and pocketbooks. Yet, in Georgia and elsewhere, these groups — known as public service or public utility commissions — get little attention or scrutiny outside of energy wonk circles. Their hearings and documents tend to be long and jargon-heavy, covered in the media by a small group of specialized reporters, making it hard to engage with the process.

This year, Grist and WABE will try to demystify energy regulation in Georgia and beyond. We’ll bring you stories on not only how your power gets made, but how those decisions happen — and how residents who vote and pay electricity bills can get involved."

-via Grist, March 5, 2024. See link for more details (especially in Georgia) and more ways to get involved.

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equiuszahhak · 1 year

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#mod art #action post #Fog #equius zahhak

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bunnybeeofficial · 3 months

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[Video Feed]

Honey sits in front of the camera, wearing her too-wide grin, sparkling eyes focused directly on you the camera. Her colorful hair seems to move unnaturally with how still she's sitting, glittering in the light. A large mark runs from up behind her ear, rolling down her chest to the opposite side, the view cut off by her desk. Sharp teeth can be seen when she breathes. At least it seems like breathing. Her nails click against a small bottle, soft lashes of the eye on the back of her hand fluttering as it scans over something off screen. That uncanny smile spreads that much wider as a new viewers pop up.

Her giggle sounds distorted.

"Awww! Look at that! New viewers! I wasn't even like, expecting you two! Today on stream I'm like, gonna talk about like, next weeks plans for streams and like, of couuuurrrrse I'm sure some of y'all saw my Day's pop up. So like, you're obvs here for that, which is what these are for!"

She grabs and shakes a couple bottles, the crystal clinking lightly.

"I'm gonna be like, giving out a lil taste for like, some of my friends! Isn't that like, totes wonderful my buns? Of course you can always ask my darling Dolls in chat for like, how to get some if you're like totally curious."

The chat explodes briefly, a large number of messages just an assortment of different heart emojis.

"Hehehe, so, this week I think..."

The broadcast continues for several hours as Honey fills five separate vials with an unspecified dark red liquid, each capped with a heart shaped stopper. They're packed with care in ornately decorated boxes, very clearly covered in glitter.

Glitter you will have to deal with if you receive one. Godspeed.

#viewable ic #action post

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magicsugarbaby · 1 year

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Shopping Montage

@goldscalepaladin

In a flash of green light, Korinna would appear inside Jason's old room, which didn't look much different from their shared room at the Burgeoning Barrel, save that it was smaller, only had the one bed, and the windows were covered in thick curtains that let in exactly no light.

In her arms she bore Jason himself, who immediately lit some candles with a bit of thaumaturgy so that way no one was stumbling as Korinna stepped off the pad that had appeared beneath her.

"Welcome to Waterdeep," Jason said from his place in her arms, as usual in absolutely no hurry to get down. "Specifically, my room. Sorry for the darkness, but it's the only way to effectively Commune with my patron. We're currently on the second floor of Gondalim's Inn, located conveniently in the Trades Ward.

#action post #goldscalepaladin

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redeyesandchilifries · 19 days

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[It's not that Joey made the decision to run out the door and toward certain danger alone; it wasn't a decision to begin with. It wasn't the frustration of sitting and waiting and waiting and sitting. It wasn't even Kaiba trying to take digs at him while off on his and Yugi's mission.

It's that he was given a clear and tangible goal.

Paradias.

That's where the mastermind of this whole soul-stealing, "god" summoning debacle was waiting.

That's where Yugi was waiting.

And it was even right in the same city!

And so, Joey ran.

Right into Tristan and Téa, funny enough. They weren't enough to stop him. Yugi and Rex were counting on him. If he stopped this whole thing, they couldn't hurt or use Mai anymore, either. He ran and ran, chasing after this clear and perfect solution that was right physically there for the taking. Tristan followed, but Joey couldn't even slow down enough to explain. They're right there.

The absolutely gargantuan Actual Fucking Monster, though? Yeah that stops Joey in his tracks.

Long enough for Tristan to catch up and yell for him to get away. He even manages to pull Joey back a little ways. They see someone out with them, some guy who just doesn't know what's happening yet. They try to yell for him to go the other way, but he just rides past on his motorbike. No good, Joey can't stand by and watch someone get hurt like that. Thankfully, this poor American manages to come to a stop before he hit the monster, even if he fell off his bike. And leaves it.

And that's just enough of a distraction to get Joey back on track. Mai needs him. Yugi is counting on him, and he's right. There!

It's not a decision. It's barely a conscious thought. It's emotion, pure and raw, that drives Joey to charge forward and throw a fist at this angry beast. And somehow?

Somehow it works.

Except it wasn't him.

It was a bit silly, to think he could just punch a monster to death, let alone with a single hit.

The guy behind the monster, DuelDisk at the ready and cards drawn, yeah he actually defeated it.

Valon.

Of Doma. Paradias. Dartz.

The guy that ended the duel between him and Mai and took her away.

Valon says to follow, before turning and driving off on his own motorcycle.

So Joey eyes up the abandoned motorbike in the street, before wrenching it back up and giving chase. Oh this is not the same as the bike game at the arcade, but... surprisingly, a lot still matches up. Enough still matches up.

So he follows, even as Tristan yells for him to get back there.]

#ooc #action post #plot #((I'm gonna have to go through these when we're done with this arc))#((And retag everything))#((Found my old tags for these sorts of posts and they are not the ones I've been using LOL))#((these tags just all over the place))

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