#red eyes dark dragoon

[bradradke]

I want to give a HUGE shoutout to Kraus Art for another banger of art piece he did for me. Kraus always nails it when it comes to taking what's in my head & put it down on the drawing board. I said Bray Wyatt will always live on forever through my version of The Fiend & my content. Thank you again Kraus for this wonderful piece.

Check out KrausArt's Linktree for his portfolio and his socials at this link right here. (Kraus Art's Linktree)

#yugioh #the fiend #red eyes dark dragoon #red eyes black dragon #dark magician #millennium rod #Marik Ishtar #Brad Radke #bray wyatt #wwe #twitch #youtube #kick #world wrestling entertainment

[queer-coded-camaro-driver]

My boyfriend took glamour shots of his new Yu Gi Oh card using our kitten as a backdrop, I-

#yu gi oh meme #yu gi oh shitpost #not stranger things #the babe #the bf #robin the cat #yu gi oh card #red eyes dark dragoon

[cardtorius]

Cuz fuck feebay, i dont need to pay them extra for their added exposure boost shit. Buy it if your interested. I could use the help and its a sweet secret. Oh just copy the link to your browser to check out the listing i guess tumblr and ebay dont get along.

https://www.ebay.com/itm/276039352901?mkcid=16&mkevt=1&mkrid=711-127632-2357-0&ssspo=x8xBPzZhSEm&sssrc=2524149&ssuid=x8xBPzZhSEm&var=&widget_ver=artemis&media=COPY

#ebay #feebay #yugioh #yugioh tcg #red eyes dark dragoon #spellcaster

[yugiohcardsdaily]

Red-Eyes Dark Dragoon

“‘Dark Magician’ + ‘Red-Eyes Black Dragon’ or 1 Dragon Effect Monster Cannot be destroyed by card effects. Neither player can target this card with card effects. During your Main Phase: You can destroy 1 monster your opponent controls, and if you do, inflict damage to your opponent equal to that monster’s original ATK. You can use this effect a number of times per turn up to the number of Normal Monsters used as Fusion Material for this card. Once per turn, when a card or effect is activated (Quick Effect): You can discard 1 card; negate the activation, and if you do, destroy that card, and if you do that, this card gains 1000 ATK.”

#red-eyes dark dragoon #yugioh #yu-gi-oh #yu-gi-oh cards #duel monsters

[leatherbelt1295]

Your Daily Smile #2466

Red-Eyes Dark Dragoon & Dark Magician Girl - Yu-Gi-Oh

Very happy with these pulls from a single tin tonight. :>

#red-eyes dark dragoon #dark magician girl #yugioh #your daily smile

[nascentwaves]

Kashtira cards already read like custom cards, so I probably won't touch those. They don't need anymore crazy staying power.

#ooc #yugioh stuff #i briefly entertained giving shangri-lra the protection and negation that red-eyes dark dragoon has #with a def boost per negation instead of atk #but decided against it since it just locks zones and sits there menacingly anyways

[takato1993]

Konami loves to give Red Eyes support that is strange, indirect, or sub-optimal

and I have the perfect idea for what they should do next if they continue the trend

a fusion of Dark Magician and Summoned Skull

#yugioh #it would be the ultimate troll and as long as its an actually good card it would have crazy synergy for the deck #also combining all 3 so cohesively into one deck would be very cool and the ultimate Duel Monsters deck #now it would have to be an amazing card to justify potentially using up the resources for both Dragoon and Archfiend Black Skull Dragon #but i picture it as an emergency backup plan #also while the deck is very very casual can we all appreciate how an optimal version of Red Eyes has about 4 high level vanilla bricks #anyway thats enough theory crafting a card that will never exist for a deck my friend plays in a game Im not so into anymore #but yeah i think it should happen #also maybe a fusion of Dark Magician summoned skull and red eyes black dragon would be very funny too

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Part 2 of the Merlin saves (tries to kill) Arthur fic

(I suck at naming stuff and I'm not putting more effort into the title than the actual fic.)

(Part 1) (Part 3)

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When Merlin woke, fear coursed through him. Arthur, Gwen and Gaius were sat around him and he was pushed too far back into his own mind. He felt himself lunge at Arthur, hands aiming for his neck, all reservations about subtlety gone.

“Kill Arthur Pendragon!” Fomorroh screeched. “Kill!”

Merlin grasped at reality, fighting desperately again but loosing the battle. Something hit the back of his head and he collapsed again.

———

When Merlin awoke again, it was to only Gwen and Gaius, a smoke canister under his nose that made wakefulness rush through him alongside relief. The distant mantra of ‘Kill Arthur Pendragon’ still rang through his head but he was fully in control of himself.

“What is that? Arthur's socks?” He grinned, looking at Gwen smile in relief.

She stood and pulled the door open, Arthur was just outside looking anxious with a furrowed brow and red rimmed eyes.

“Arthur,” Merlin breathed, the king looked up.

“Merlin.” He whispered, standing and taking a cautious step closer. He looked to Gaius, “is he..?”

“Not permanently. It’s dormant for now, but that’s will only last a day.” Gaius said. He shivered at the thought of being dragged back under its control.

“Arthur, I’m so sorry,” he pushed himself into a sitting position on the workbench, cleared to act as a table while he was being treated.

“What happened?”

Gaius stepped forward and set a bowl of his favourite berries on the table. Merlin slid into the chair and frowned, trying to remember everything.

“The mercenaries, they were hired by someone I know. I can’t remember what his voice sounded like, but I remember knowing him.” He started, “I had my eyes closed so they’d think I was unconscious, the mercenaries were calling the man who hired them “my lord” too.”

Arthur sat down, “The traitor, do you think you’d recognise the voice?”

“Traitor?” Merlin asked, surprised Arthur was willing to think of such a thing.

“We were talking about it before you attacked me, do you not…”

He pinched his lips into a line and shook his head, “I remember fighting for control and using your voice to remind myself that we’re friends, that I’d never want to harm you, but I don’t remember what you were saying. Then… Fomorroh got way too excited about something, like the poison and the crossbow but I could sabotage it with that. It kept screaming in my head but I don’t know what happened next, the next thing I knew everything went dark.” He couldn’t figure out what happened after that.

“You broke free of the enchantment.” Gwen informed him. “Your eyes were gold, then you were shaking and you told us Morgana was controlling your mind with a Fomorroh and then said we should knock you out.”

“Gold?”

“Don’t think on it too much for now.” Arthur’s said coolly, “what happened after the mercenaries?”

Merlin nodded hesitantly, “I passed out for real, then when Morgana woke me up I was hanging from the ceiling by my wrists. She had a sort of… hovel? Like what Dragoon lived in but in the woods. Then she healed me, and knocked me out again. The next time I woke up, she conjured the snake and put it in my neck. Everything disappeared, like I was underwater but with the Fomorroh yelling that I had to-“ he looked down, glancing at Arthur and back to the half empty bowl of fruit on the table.

“To kill me.” Arthur filled in.

Merlin nodded.

“Do you remember anything else?”

He hesitated, thinking about what he could pull from the memories that didn’t feel like his own, “There’s a few things but none of them make any sense.“

Merlin shook his head, brow furrowed in anxious concentration as he tried to force the memories to surface without disturbing Fomorroh.

Arthur sighed, relaxing slightly and dropping his hands onto Merlin’s shoulders, startling him out of his thoughts by kneeling down to meet Merlin’s eyes, “You’re in no trouble, Merlin. You saved my life today, for that I’m in your debt.”

“Does that mean I finally get a day off?”he quipped without thinking.

Arthur huffed, “you can have a free afternoon after all this is sorted out, but we just want to know how to fix whatever Morgana did to you so.”

Merlin swallowed, feeling his cheeks heat. He’d seen Arthur’s charm turned on nobles and members of the court, even Gwen at one point before she and Lancelot married, but seeing it aimed at him was too much. He had no idea how to handle such a thing.

“Take a breath, and just… say whatever comes back to you.” He said, giving Merlin’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “We’re okay.”

Merlin took a breath, as instructed, and thought back to the time he’d been fighting against the snake.

“It would get excited whenever it thought up some plan.” He said, realising he’d said something similar before. “I couldn’t see much of what was going on, I could hear a few words when I got closer with fighting back into control but never anything important. Except for Morgana. I remember… when the knights found me, I didn’t understand why they sounded different than Morgana did. I could hear everything she said even with the snake.”

“You don’t remember what happened when we found you?” Arthur asked with a furrowed brow. The questions helped.

Merlin frowned and tried to focus. “Gwaine called me bog man. He was there, wasn’t he?” He hated how small and uncertain he sounded.

“It was me and Gwaine. Leon and the others had just got back from searching.” Arthur told him.

“You were there?” He asked, knowing Arthur wouldn’t lie but the memories all seemed just out of reach. “Fomorroh kept taunting me, telling me that you’d die believing you’d been betrayed. I managed to get a second of control then…” he frowned for a moment, trying to remember that moment it came back to him. The realisation ached, knowing what he’d missed.

“You hugged me,” he murmured.

Arthur rolled his eyes. “I was happy to see you alive.”

“I missed it,” Merlin pouted. “The first time you hug me and I can’t even remember it, I had a second when you were pulling away but then it took over again. It was more careful after that, keeping me away from control.��

Arthur frowned at him, still knelt on the floor. Merlin almost forgot that Gwen and Gaius were there too, evidently it had slipped the kings mind too because he pulled Merlin forward and wrapped his arms around him. Merlin instantly melted under the warmth and safety of it.

His arms came up and held onto Arthur’s shoulders, fingers curling into his tunic and holding on like letting go would kill him.

“You actually hugged me back this time.” Arthur huffed in a whisper, breath landing on Merlin’s ear and their two heartbeats beating against each other’s chests.

“I’m so sorry, Arthur,” Merlin told him, tears brimming in his eyes and voice thick.

Arthur’s grip on him tightened. “You did nothing wrong. You saved my life, and did all you could.”

Merlin didn’t respond, only buried his face into Arthur’s neck, dampening his tunic with the tears that hadn’t fallen and breathing in the warmth.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice what was going on.” Arthur whispered.

Merlin shook his head, not knowing the words to say. Arthur apologising never even crossed his mind, he’d never thought about Arthur having something to apologise for.

“You’ve nothing to apologise for.” Merlin whispered, teary eyed and trembling. Arthur’s hands ran up and down his back, rubbing circles into his shoulders and holding him close like just staying there would keep Morgana’s terror away.

‘Dear Gods, please let me keep him.’ Merlin prays desperately to any forces or divine powers that still listen to him.

His grip loosens, his arms tighten around Arthur’s shoulders, palms pressing flat against his shoulder blades. Merlin knows, given any chance, he’d hold on forever and he would never let Arthur go.

But then Arthur pulls away and Merlin has to suppress a pained whimper at the loss. Arthur pushes himself up and sits on the bench beside Merlin, they’re pressed together, shoulder to shoulder. Arthur doesn’t move away and neither does Merlin, Gwen and Gaius are kind enough not to mention it.

———

Thoughts? There's maybe one or two more parts to come but honestly motivation is a struggle at the moment so please be patient

#bbc merlin #merlin #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #guinevere #gaius merlin #merthur #merlin bbc #fix it fic #merlin fanfic #fanfic #angst and hurt/comfort #a servant of two masters #i’m bad at tagging

[nights-at-crystarium]

. B A S I C S ∙ ✦

Name: Vivien Rell Nicknames: Vivi Age: 23 ARR - 26 ShB (he lives and ages further, his story just spends years of real time in ShB) Nameday: 9th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon Race: Wildwood Elezen Gender: Male Orientation: Gay Profession: Warrior of Light

. P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S ∙ ✦

Hair: Ash blonde Eyes: Cold whitish yellow, naturally glow in the dark Skin: Fair Tattoos/scars: None (My addition: Abnormally short for an elezen, slim, funky long limbs)

. F A M I L Y ∙ ✦

Parents: Elezen mother and father, alive and well, but wip Siblings: Older sister Grandparents: tbd/wip In-laws and Other: None Pets: Red chocobo Paprika

. S K I L L S ∙ ✦

Abilities: Standard dragoon stuff, monoclass. In ShB he starts testing custom spells that look like stars and inky darkness, based on his own aether Hobbies: Reading tales, novels and other fiction, keeping a journal, fishing, tailoring/designing outfits. Vivi has a personal tailor/designer that's stationed in Gridania, therefore isn't always available, so he had to learn the basics for himself

. T R A I T S ∙ ✦

Most Positive Trait: Sincere, emotionally intelligent Most Negative Trait: Fickle, unreliable

. L I K E S ∙ ✦

Colors: Black, white, grey, muted browns Smells: Grass, forest, lumber, sun-heated straw (scent from his childhood when he'd wallow on the roof of his home), sea breeze, bread and pastry, cosmetics, freshly printed papers Textures: Smooth rocks and glass pebbles polished by water, grains and beans in a bag, soft young leaves, fabric of his own clothes, metal accessories like buttons, spikes, necklaces, chains Drinks: Fruit-flavored teas, coffee with milk or cream, iced drinks, smoothies and juices

. O T H E R    D E T A I L S ∙ ✦

Smokes: Tried once, didn't like it Drinks: Has a rather high alcohol tolerance, enjoys it in company, or to cope alone after a shitty day. Not addicted. Drugs: Definitely tried some stuff out of curiosity, not addicted Mount Issuance: Paprika is still wip, due to her being a red chocobo she's unlikely to have come from a grand company, probably a special gift Been Arrested: Probably been. I genuinely haven't thought about it yet, so wip

Tagged by @tinygamertris , thank you :> Tagging @just-a-nerdd @backseatfishing @absolem0 though only if you want. Anyone else who sees and wants to do this, go for it!

#vivien rell #text post

[sasslett]

B A S I C S

Name: Jess Varlineau

Nicknames: None, actually.

Age: 28

Nameday: 22nd Sun of the 11th Umbral Moon, I think.

Race: Hyur (Highlander)

Gender: Female

Orientation: Varrus

Profession: the Warrior of Light's shadow

P H Y S I C A L   A S P E C T S

Hair: Straight, long, dark brown. Typically partially pulled back or left loose.

Eyes: Brown

Skin: Fairly pale, all things considered

Tattoos/scars: No tattoos, but a scar across her abdomen from when Zenos caught her unaware in Rhalgr's Reach

F A M I L Y

Parents: Roric and Gisela, freedom fighters for the Ala Mhigan Resistance, deceased

Siblings: None that she knows of (though in some alternate non-WoL universe she's become @scholarlostintime's Eolyn's long lost older sister lol)

Grandparents: All I can say is they lived in Gyr Abania and they're deceased

In-laws and Other: Her husband, Varrus Varlineau, and his family: His mother, Marienne, his sister, Valissa, and his cousin, Estinien

Pets: None at the moment

S K I L L S

Abilities: Dragoon/lance combat, as the Azure Dragoon she's able to push her limits and harness the power of the Eye, though she draws her power from Hraesvelgr rather than Nidhogg after the Steps of Faith, and also she's damn good at cooking

Hobbies: Reading, particularly history tomes and stories of adventure, exploring, helping others (genuinely), sparring, and sleeping in the arms of the man she loves

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Determination. She never lets anything stop her, and once she decides on something, she damn well follows it through

Most Negative Trait: Impatience. She often prefers to act first, think later, and much dislikes waiting around for the other boot to drop, even when it's the correct thing to do

L I K E S

Colors: Red, gold, silver, purple by association

Smells: Worn leather, fresh bread, a crackling fire, the smell of the forest after a rain

Textures: Worn wood, polished steel, creased leather, the smooth skin of her husband's chest

Drinks: Hot cocoa, warm tea, pineapple juice on the beach (soon)

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: No

Drinks: No, despite being a bartender for ten years - or perhaps because of it

Drugs: Never

Mount Issuance: Due to her frequently helping out around Bentbranch, the breeders offered her one of their runtier birds, who she thusly dubbed Helios

Been Arrested: No, not until it happens in the MSQ, inevitably. She may be chaotic in theory but she's fully lawful good

tagged by both @paintedscales and @ubejamjar, thank you! And I'll leave this as an open tag, as I was late to do this (sorry this week has been hell) and so most everyone I know has done it already!

#tagged #my wols #thank you!!

[emevergreen]

OC lore time (weird boygirl edition)

thank you sm for the tag @zoroarkthief!! I'm always happy to share about my wol :'))

Khed'a Dakwhil

—B A S I C S

Name: Khed'a Dakwhil

Nicknames: His adoptive mother called him cicada :> The scions will sometimes call him khedy (tataru started it and then everyone else followed). Aymeric calls him angel as a term of endearment.

Age: 28 at the beginning of ARR

Nameday: Second Astral Moon, 16th Sun

Race: Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te

Gender: Nonbinary, Genderfluid

Orientation: Bisexual with a slight lean towards guys

Profession: He's held every odd job you can think of but predominantly considers himself a white mage.

—P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: Dark brown bob

Eyes: Orange-Brown

Skin: light skin tone

Tattoos/scars: He has a scar of hardened skin in the center of his chest. He also has crystalline streaks going up his forearms. Both are a result of prolonged exposure to earth attuned aether.

—F A M I L Y

Parents: His birth mom is [redacted], and he doesn't know who his father is. His adoptive mother, Aria-A-Yan, was his conjury mentor when he was taken in as an orphan to the conjurer's guild. She was really supportive of him and helped him open up.

Siblings: None!

Grandparents: He heard stories of his grandmother but never knew her.

In-laws and Other: I really like him with Aymeric and considering the end of Heavensward, he's not on good terms with his father-in-law. Lol. As for other relatives, he's very close with the brother of his adopted mother, E-Sumi-Yan, and considers him like an uncle.

Pets: He has a little bird that follows him around named Thistle. He befriended it on the road to Ishgard.

—S K I L L S

Abilities: Khed'a has precise aetheric control as a highly skilled white mage. Due to the condition with his body, he has to keep a careful eye on his aether. During his time with the padjal, he learned how to properly manage and control the aether in his body. He is a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to healing. He learned self-defense techniques while among the padjal that later served him when he moved on to pick up lancer/dragoon as a job.

Hobbies: He enjoys collecting and brewing different teas. He also really likes going on walks, especially when he is in a new place or just needs some time to think. Khed'a has a journal where he takes notes on the local flowers, plants, and insects of an area (and will sometimes press flora in it). He also likes to keep plants, though as a traveler he's found that difficult to maintain. He has a plant in a small pot that he's kept alive by propagating every so often. Khed'a also enjoys birdwatching.

—T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: His resilience and commitment to making the best of things in any given situation. He doesn't get discouraged despite it all.

Most Negative Trait: He's sometimes too willing to help others, to the point of stretching himself thin. He has issues with being objectified/being treated as a tool for others. He still falls into that role and struggles to properly adovcate for himself since it's a deeply ingrained pattern of behavior he's unlearning.

—L I K E S

Colors: Deep green, earthy browns, red, deep blue, smoky gray.

Smells: Freshly fallen snow, bergamot, chamomile, freshly washed sheets, a warm fire, flowers in bloom.

Textures: soft fabrics like silk and satin, freshly polished wood, the steadiness of a lance, leather, smooth pieces of metal (like jewelry or trinkets).

Drinks: He likes tea most, especially bergamot. He will also drink juices and lemonade. He enjoys hot chocolate as well.

—O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Nope.

Drinks: He doesn't drink alcohol but he will enjoy tea :3

Drugs: Nope.

Mount Issuance: Black Chocobo gifted from his friend Haurchefant. He will also use the unicorn he befriended as a conjurer, or the witch's broom mount.

Been Arrested: Yes (Post ARR :) Aside from that he hasn't run into too much more on that front.

I tag @freckledfemme @redgemwink @eirikaily @lululeighsworld @cogentsummoner @gnusnoteunuchs & anyone else who wants to talk about their wol/oc in general :3c

#oc: khed'a #thank you again for tagging me this was so fun :') #.txt #ask meme #ffxiv #wol

[teabiscs]

Any Kai/Tyson headcanons?

I'm glad you asked.

I don't see them getting together until post-GRev, BUT if they did. Holy shit would I rewrite GREV to be the most angst broken up TyKa fic ever where they eventually get back together.

So that being said. Post-GRev.

I think post GRev, Kai would be able to open more to Takao. But that’s not to say that Takao accepts that initially. He has trust issues and Kai constantly leaves. He’d have to prove to Takao that he’s here for the long haul. Also its always a looming thought in the back of Takao's head that Kai is going to leave. He always leaves.

And maybe Takao needs a lil bit to figure out his sexuality. He’s always had some type of feelings towards the phoenix, but now it’s putting more clarity on them. It’s definitely more than just a rivalry for each other. They’re so… they’re each other’s opposites.

Communication is their big issue. They both have trouble expressing themselves. Takao explodes, while Kai disappears. The world could burn down from their arguments. they’re both so headstrong and neither want to admit to being wrong, even when the blame is equally shared. 

When they’re alone, Kai is so soft for Takao. His guard is down and its so easy being open and exposed. Vulnerable. Kai resting his head in Takao’s lap, reading a book, while Takao is playing some video game, cARDING HIS HANDS THROUGH KAI’S HAIR WHEN HE DIES AND IS IN A LOADING SCREEN. Kai giving these special expressions and smiles that are for Takao’s eyes only. 

They can be each other’s rock when they’re feeling low. Some days are more of a struggle than others. Takao struggles with his insecurities and Kai struggles with his anxieties. Wiping tears in dark on hoodie sleeves. Or kissing away salty tears. Reassuring kisses all over. Also. Takao kissing Kai’s post Brooklyn scar over his eye.

Them playing out their rivalry for the cameras, then going home together with trophies and checks, wrapped up around one another. one. Laughing about their battles. Them working on their blades together and getting secretive about their upgrades when it comes time for tournaments, because they will always be each other's greatest rival. Them doing a doubles tournament and running away with the whole thing because they play off of each other so well. ALSO just think about Dragoons winds feeding Dranzer’s flames. (They might get a little carried away and again they need to break out the fire extinguishers, and Hiwatari Enterprises is writing another check to fix the damage that Kai has caused)

Them going through photo albums and Takao making fun of Kai’s clothes and Kai smuggling going, but you were still in love with me back then, so it couldn’t have been that off putting. And Takao flushing HARD.

Also I hc their love languages as: 

Takao- Physical Touch and  Quality Time

Kai - Physical touch

So they're always touching in some way. Takao holding onto the tail of Kai’s scarf. Kai standing next to Takao with his arm pressed up against Takao’s. Sitting practically on top of each other. When they go out to eat, their feet are always touching. Kai rubbing his foot up Takao’s leg, looking nonchalant as ever, while Takao is fumbling and red. Takao kissing all over Kai's exposed shoulders. Also Takao marking Kai as his, because hickies look so pretty on Kai's fair skin, and Takao just DOES not bruise, much to Kai's displeasure.

Kai doesn't understand Takao’s need, at first, for him to go with him for errands. Doesn’t understand why Takao wants him to sit next to him when he’s playing video games. But slowly he gets it. And then he’s the one offering Takao the opportunity to do mundane things with him. Going to a konbini together to get drinks and snacks. The parts store. Walks. Kai’s new go to reading place is Takao’s bed, with Takao playing video games or watching anime. And Takao convinces Kai to watch anime with him, and just sit still.  

(Also hear me out. Hiromi AND Max plotting together to get these two together. But it backfires. 

HEAR ME OUT. 

Hiromi is always hyping Kai up to Takao, so Takao is like okay>????? And? Want me to put a good word in for you?

Max does the same to Kai. He hypes up Takao to Kai. And Kai is all raised eyebrows, and is like if you like Takao you should ask him out, but I thought you were with XYZ.

And eventually Hiromi and Max are fed up and are like you two need to get together and stop this nonsense, but TyKa is like oh were already dating”

And Rei being like you two didn’t know? Is that why you two were being so weird?)

(Another idea I like is, Hiromi recognizing that the two of them have feelings, but Kai is too shy? To do anything about it, and Takao is too dense, and is fighting some internal demons [his bisexuality] so when Takao asks her out, out of obligation, idk he feels like he should be with her. Everyone is saying so. Trying to push them together. And it's tiring, so he does.

And HIROMI. AN ALLY. Just like metaphorically holding his hand through his revelation that it’s okay to like guys and want to kiss his teammate.  There’s a TyKa fic I would love to read. Also her just like gently nudging Kai to do SOMETHING. And hes so confused bc Hiromi and Takao are dating? And How does she know?????)

Also. They’re Verse.

#beyblade ship headcanons #Tyka #answered

[lexsssu]

You (Aemond Targaryen) [1/2]

TAGS: Aemond Targaryen/Dragoness!Reader, yandere themes, obsession, possessiveness, pining

If someone spoke of softness, the last person anyone would think of is Prince Aemond Targaryen. Of the current king’s children and of all the living Targaryens, his dragonsblood ran the hottest.

One might even say as hot as dragon fire.

However, he is thankfully no second coming of the Rogue Prince, Daemon Targaryen. And yet, there is no denying that his ferocity with a sword is on par with his royal uncle.

How fitting is it that it is to Daemon he falls to? Dark Sister pierced through his remaining eye as he fell into the God’s Eye, still strapped to the enormous mass of Vhagar. 

Despite being a brutal death, it is a glorious end to the man that had the blood of dragonlords and conquerors coursing through his veins. Even through the excruciating pain, Aemond accepts his own death with grace and dignity as he surrenders himself to the Stranger.

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“My very first Dragoon summon! Thank you for answering my call…Aemond? That’s a beautiful name. Well then, Aemond…Please take care of me!”

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“Aemond is my first ever Dragoon. I don’t care even if it costs more to ascend him into a Draco Knight, Tabula-san!”

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“I can’t believe it…Aemond looks even cooler in his new Draco Knight armor! And you don’t even have an eyepatch anymore. The sapphire makes you even more badass! Bukubukuchagama is gonna be so jealous when I show you off~!”

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“Things have gotten a lot quieter since almost everyone had to leave…but at least I’ll always have Momo-chan, Nazarick, and you…right, Aemond?”

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“YGGDRASIL will disappear and with it…everything my friends and I had worked so hard for…I’m so sorry for having to leave you and everyone else here. If there was any chance that I could stay…”

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Please

I can’t go back to a world without you

Don’t go somewhere I can’t follow

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“—mond! Quickly, fetch the maesters! My son is awake!”

And so, Aemond the Kinslayer awoke with only a single Targaryen-purple eye as the empty socket on his right throbbed from beneath the layers of bandages. He is once again a mere boy of ten summers who’d just lost his eye in exchange for the world’s largest dragon.

His mother, Queen Alicent, is near hysterical as he lay there, an uncharacteristic calm for a child that had permanently just lost half of his vision. And even as the maester arrived to attend to him, there was only one thing on his mind:

Y.O.U.

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The young Prince Aemond seemed changed after the harrowing ordeal that had lost him an eye and gained him a dragon. He threw himself into his studies and swordsmanship as if in preparation for something bigger than a mere second prince.

Perhaps losing his eye had awakened the blood of kings and conquerors that laid dormant within his blood because it was he who sat upon the Iron Throne. 

Unlike his older sister, Crown Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, Aemond regularly involved himself in the affairs of the realm. Rather than leisurely enjoying his time from within the sturdy walls of the Red Keep, he seemed to have inherited the wisdom of the Wise King Jaeherys himself. Some say his brush with death at such a young age had also gotten him a blessing from the Crone.

During the last year of their father’s reign, his older brother, Prince Aegon II, willingly abdicated from the line of succession, becoming a staunch supporter of Aemond’s claim to the throne instead. 

A second Great Council was petitioned by the nobles of Westeros themselves as King Viserys I rapidly deteriorating health signaled the end of his reign and what could only be civil war…

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“The Baratheon sisters are quite comely, my son. Perhaps they might strike your fancy? Lord Lannisters daughters are also very fair—”

“ENOUGH. Mother, I’ve no use for these harlots in my court, much less my chambers. None of them could ever hold a candle to her…”

Queen Alicent bit her lip as she watched her younger son stare up at the large painting he’d commissioned from the kingdom’s greatest painter. It is of a maiden with striking Valyrian features with eyes the deepest burnt gold she’d ever seen.

And yet, the fair maid that had her son so enamored was a mystery to her. Aemond offered no explanation other than the fact that in his heart and his bed, there would only ever be her.

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“Where is this place?”

“Beggin’ ‘yer pardon, me ladyship. But this be Dragonstone.”

“Dragonstone? I don’t think I know where that is either…”

“Ahh…Must’ve flown in from across the Narrow Sea recently then. Mighty odd that ‘yer not bein’ escorted by any knights. The King’ll whip ‘em himself once he finds out tha’ a member of his house is left unguarded…”

“The king?”

“King Aemond I. That gem-eye of his is a wee bit intimidatin’, but he actually gets shit done, so I ain’t complainin’.”

“...Aemond?”

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #house targaryen #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #dance of dragons era #reader-insert #aemond targaryen imagine #yandere!aemond targaryen x reader #yandere aemond x reader #yandere aemond targaryen x reader #sick sick sick #yandere!aemond targaryen x you #yandere aemond targaryen x you #yandere aemond x you #lexsssu writes #Lucifiel!Reader

[nascentwaves]

tfw you find a bunch of non-Rush Duel cards in the Rush Duel game's code.

#ooc #munday #yugioh stuff #it's definitely built on a duel.dll #ig i'll have to see if dawn of the battle royale has any card id limitations built in like link evo does #if it doesn't- shenanigans can definitely come of this #summoning red-eyes dark dragoon in dotbr would be really dumb

[kingstealer]

v'tchos tia's fingers close around the haft of the spear he's just been handed, and he is home in a way he's never been holding a staff.

the spear is nothing special--a piece of filed metal, lashed to a weathered piece of wood. but it's familiar in his hands, and as he goes through the motions of driving it through hapless wildlife, it comes alive.

his skill is praised, his aptitude for the lance extolled. but he knows in his bones and at the base of his skull that he's done all this before, and is just remembering it.

-

when he's offered a position as the pupil of ishgard's former azure dragoon, it takes no effort to accept--a skill that is quickly put to the test as he is driven out of the only place he's ever known into the brutal winters of coerthas, to end a neverending war.

-

as the snow, and the war, thaws, v'tchos stumbles upon a corpse in a forgotten alley in the slums--a corpse that offers him a sword.

"i've only got the one," he says, with a flash of a smile in his glowing red eyes. "take it. it's yours."

a stone tumbles from the corpse's pocket as he stands, and the ache at the base of v'tchos's skull flares. he fumbles through the hallowed halls of the heavens' ward, shaking from the weight of the sword, fingers drenched in blood and darkness. and something at the bottom of his soul curls into a smile.

-

he had picked up a grimoire, joined the arcanist's guild, on a whim--etrii had said something half-seriously about how little he knew about magic, back when the pieces of the war were still being picked up, and his contrarian streak reared its head. with whispers from a voice he would swear was familiar echoing through his skull, he traces runes and sigils in the book, puzzling through it. trying not to think about how his friends lay a few rooms over, chests barely rising and falling, and how little he knows about anything that could be done to save them.

not for much longer. he will figure this out.

-

v'tchos is in ul'dah when a passing stranger offers him a job. he is barely surprised when it turns out to be a ruse, and curiosity leads him back to where the lemures keep their court. the woman in charge hands him a crystal, the pain in the back of his skull stabs, and--

a haunting hooded figure hangs in the air over her desk.

something deep within him opens an eye.

hands barely shaking, v'tchos accepts the scythe he is offered. it's familiar in his hands the way the spear was--which should probably scare him, but he doesn't think to be afraid.

-

he stands over the defeated body of a voidsent, watching it dissolve into ash. coerthan winds flutter his coat and ruffle his hair.

the voidsent he has come to regard as his own creeps up at his feet, like a coerl seeking attention. we could do that, it seems to whisper. we could be that.

the thing deep in his soul, steeped in blood and shadow, cracks open a second eye.

no, it says, echoing across the ancient stone.

no, you won't.

something shatters inside him, a cage thrown wide. for half a terrifying heartbeat he's convinced it's the Light from the Wardens finally killing him.

a flurry of movement whirls across the ground. a piteous scream sounds silently before it is choked off, and there is the wet crunch of snapping bone.

v'tchos draws a shuddering breath--and is enshrouded in darkness.

a familiar darkness, he realizes. a darkness he walks alongside.

that's better, fray murmurs.

and he agrees.

-

the first time he calls forth bahamut, drawn from the aether that tore through him all those years ago, g'raha smiles. there's enough joy in that expression that he can ignore the flinch alisaie almost manages to hide, across the courtyard. the demi-primal swoops across the sky, and the former exarch's eyes are alight with wonder.

"that one's from you," v'tchos says, arm draped over the other miqo'te's shoulders. a grimoire faced in allagan gold and blue dangles from the fingers of his other hand. "and those old books in your tower."

g'raha just grins, eyes fixed on the sky.

-

v'tchos startles awake from a catnap at the sound of books dropping onto his desk. he blinks the sleep from his eyes to see g'raha standing triumphantly in front of him, his expression only slightly marred by guilt at having interrupted a well-earned rest.

"i found something new--well, old--in the Tower," g'raha blurts, fixing the immaculate tie on one of his armguards. "there aren't many references, not to the machi, but. this codex survived." he picks up one of the books.

"they didn't used to be just summoners. they could heal, too."

any remaining thoughts of sleep are stolen from v'tchos with that turn of phrase. he pushes himself to his feet, reaches for the codex, and begins to read.

-

the first real interaction v'tchos has with the viera who showed up half-dead to their confrontation with elidibus, after pouring half his blood back in his body when he insisted on helping fight the warrior of light personified, is with a blacksmith's hammer in hand. helios takes a cursory look at him, polishing a botanist's scythe, and says: i wonder what you could do with a firearm.

and while he proves himself more than capable at the marksmanship, where v'tchos really feels at home in machinistry is the tinkering. he drags cracked and broken allagan constructs from the depths of the crystal tower and remodels them to fight for him, alongside him.

that doesn't stop him, however, from standing at g'raha's side in the bozjan resistance. while they always have more things to do, curing tempering and all, there's plenty of time to for one catboy from corvos and one who at this point might as well be to spend fighting garleans on dalmascan soil.

and of course, there's no keeping helios from a cause. helios, who quickly proves himself as capable with a gunblade as with a rifle.

so it is that in the trenches of the bozjan southern front, at the gates of castrum lacus litore, and finally storming the dalriada, it is helios leading the charge with his gunblade, with g'raha and v'tchos at his heels--g'raha armed with his fragment of the crystal tower, light and dark magic at his fingertips, while v'tchos takes careful aim with a custom-built firearm, ready to throw a repurposed allagan construct into the fray.

#ffxiv #shadowbringers spoilers #v'tchos tia #have had this text sitting around for a while. forgot i liked posting about the catboy in the tales from the shadow style until now #woe. catboy canon jobs lore be upon ye #(drk/rpr main with smn/sch and mch) #(started out with a tiny bit of blm then went drg through hw. picked up drk during the patches and played it through stormblood. #rpr for shb and ew. fitting in crafter/gatherer and mch lore where i can. mostly post-shb) #(this has a focus on battle jobs but he's also an omnicrafter/gatherer with a focus on botany culinarian and blacksmithing--for the mch)

[iamthespineofmybook]

Inspired by some posts I saw on @anneapocalypse's blog (I hope you don't mind my tagging you):

Myriam Sangvitrail

B A S I C S

Name: Myriam Sanvitrail

Nicknames: Myr, Captain

Age: 22 (Doesn’t know the exact number, though, only knowing that she was found with amnesia in her late teens in the aftermath of the Calamity)

Nameday: Third day of the third Umbral Moon (day she was adopted).

Race: Au Ra, Xaela

Gender: Demigirl, she/they

Orientation: Lesbian

Profession: Aside from Adventurer, she honestly loves cooking and alchemy, and could easily see herself opening a shop or restaurant somewhere once her wanderlust settles down.

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Auburn with slight red highlights at the end, kept in a ponytail.

Eyes: Bright yellow with black around the irises.

Skin: Extremely pale and covered in dark blue scales

Tattoos/scars: Her main scar is one that rests under her hair, and is surmised to be from the source of her amnesia.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Adopted by Osene and Draceone Sangvitrail, birth parents unknown

Siblings: none

Grandparents: never met

In-laws and Other: none

Pets: Used to care for a street cat until it didn’t come back.

S K I L L S

Abilities: After gaining skill with a lance and then becoming a Dragoon, Myriam found that she could mold the light in her self to form a weapon, which would let them throw as many lances as they wanted. After some losses that weighed heavily upon them, they also found a skill at molding the darkness as well, learning to hone it under the tutelage of the one calling themself Frey. Wielding light and dark in equal measure, Myriam is a skilled frontline fighter, and would best be described as a “dodge tank” if such a thing were actually a thing in FFXIV.

Hobbies: In addition to learning every form of gathering and crafting so that they can make and maintain all her own gear, Myriam honestly loves dancing and music, and will take any opportunity to do a quick step dance or one of the Manderville dances she learned from Hildibrand. She takes particular pride in making food and potions for people, thanks to their memories of hunger as the Calamity-induced winter caused problems for their adopted hometown’s farms.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Generally friendly with everyone, willing to learn all sorts of new things, generous with her time, and does not stand for injustice

Most Negative Trait: Angers easily, even if she tries to hide it. Also tends to get attached to pretty girls quickly, which always results in at least a little heartbreak. She’s also a ridiculous romantic, seeing romances in places they probably don’t exist, such as secretly hoping that General Raubhan and Nanamo are together.

L I K E S

Colors: Loves dark colours, especially deep reds.

Smells: A well cooked meal will always cheer her up, but her favourite scent is actually that of the Dravanian Lily.

Textures: Even though they acknowledge that their bed while she still lived with her adopted parents wasn’t the best, they have fond memories of the slightly scratchy covers, especially when their scales would itch and fingernails couldn’t do the job.

Drinks: They never liked the taste of alcohol, but found a drink made in honour of their friend (and crush) Ysayle, the “Drink of Shiva,” particularly amazing. (Actual drink from a FFXIV-themed restaurant in Akihabara, [Passion Fruit Collagen + Chardonnay Concentrate + Water + Blue Curacao (float)])

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Never

Drinks: Non-alcohol only, if they can help it

Drugs: Only medicinal, and generally only what she’s made herself

Mount Issuance: As she greatly admires Midgardsormr, she likes to fly around on the back of his medium-sized simulacrum, but when flight isn’t an option, they default to their chocobo Chobi or the fascinating vehicle Cid made based on an extra-planar wanderer’s main mode of transport.

Been Arrested: Aside from the debacle of the Bloody Banquet, she did nearly get arrested back when she lived with her adopted family, thanks to their draconic features as an Au Ra causing some friction.

#final fantasy xiv #warrior of light #ffxiv #character bio #wol #images #au ra #au ra xaela