Kurakusun - Sin Título

i really need the Mai cut of Battle City. like she shows up thinking she's in for a normal card tournament but seto kaiba apparently saw duelist kingdom as the bare minimum amount of drama and danger that a card tournament needed, because he is the most dramatic man on earth. also apparently he's been fighting visions of a past life or something and desires to control god. that yuugi kid is being targeted by.... violent gangsters? or something?? over the card games?? and OH, he's also possessed by a magic ghost. who plays card games. Mai keeps looking at Jounouchi for support but no, that dude's been on board for the magic card game ghost since day one. then she gets to the finals and the other contestants are, somehow, yet another magic card game playing ghost possessing a teenager, and three members of a three thousand year old cult who are ALSO magic and involved in the most convoluted family drama of all time, which they are going to play out during a fucking CARD GAME. one of them might have been the guy trying to murder yuugi and has... mind control? his sister can see the future and refuses to watch any of the games because she knows what will happen, what. Mai is like, whatever, it's a card game bitch and i'm good at it, but then there's a fucking card that requires knowledge of an ancient language to play and then she goes into a coma. what the FUCK

Memory of Oryx: What do you mean I didn't immediately grant them my throne when I died? They rightfully killed myself and my heir.

Xivu, through ugly angry crying: No, You- You see *sniffle* You us- Used TO CARE

Savathun, sipping the wine that totally isn't a bribe from the Traveler: Grow up sister. It's not like you could have killed our Brother.

Memory of Oryx: Exactly. The guardian also has gotten stronger, as well! I wish to fight them again!

Meanwhile, Eris, stuck in her throne world and stuck listening to all of this: I wish I had alcohol here that would numb the pain listening to those three cause me.

the funniest thing in d2 remains the drifter's unyielding insistence that you're doing something huge and forbidden that no one's ever done before by sniping someone every now and then in gambit while shaxx is right down the road making up new ways for a lightbearer to be drawn and quartered each week

ok so this is from 2020 back when aleksey was a hunter but like. please FHSKDBK

I couldn't help it, that voice is too sexy not to make fun of it.

Oryx and my guardian from Destiny 2.

Wait a second

if I’m Asexual, and you’re Asexual

THEN WHOSE GIVING A FUCK???

After hearing this dialogue I had this idea of Crow asking YW how they cope with this being the way things are. How does it not get to them? Normally YW would shrug it off with an 'It is what it is' attitude but they know Crow has been struggling since the Osiris reveal. So instead, for once, they are as open and honest with Crow as he always seems to be with them. YW tells them something nobody else knows...

“You know, I have an apartment in the city but I don’t really spend my nights there that often. Especially after the Red War. Sometimes I fly around and find a place I like the look of in the middle of nowhere, I do scans to see if it is safe, and I just stay there. I’ve chosen a lot of different places but my favourites are the clearings in deep valleys, next to open water with forest covered mountains on either side. And I have this sweater… I bought it from Eva a long time ago. I don’t know what I was thinking at the time. It isn’t the prettiest and it is big, so big I think it’d be a loose fit on Shaxx even. It is warm though, and so much more comfortable than any armour I have. Wearing it feels like a different type of security. I’ll wear that, sometimes even sleep in it, and in the mornings I’ll walk bare foot in the grass or sit on top of my ship with some tea in my hands and I’ll just…”

They take a deep breath before continuing. They’ve already said more than they’ve ever told anybody but the next part… It feels like too much. Like exposing a weak spot.

“Sometimes… Sometimes I pretend my ship isn’t a ship at all but a small house made of wood and stone. I think I saw something like that once. Not the ruins of one but a picture. I like to imagine I am sitting out on steps with nothing to think of other than what to eat later and how to waste away the day. I’d spend hours just listening to the sounds that surround me but not because I need to. I wouldn’t be straining my ears for signs of a potential threat just… listening to the world. There’d be no purpose, no mission. I think that version of me would have a dog… or maybe a wolf. I know how ridiculous that sounds, the Young Wolf with a wolf, but I’ve always loved the wolves at the Iron Temple…”

They trail off. For the first time since they started speaking they turn to look at Crow and find him already looking at them. His expression is soft and he is smiling. It makes them feel seen and vulnerable in way they aren’t used to. In a way they aren't sure they like.

"Yea, anyway. Sorry for rambling on. I suppose what I am trying to say is that I struggle too so..." They shrug and make a show of stretching as though they've been sitting too long, "I really need to get back. Things to kill; reports to write about killing."

Crow speaks before they can make their escape.

“I think I’d like to see one of your places one day, if you don't mind the intrusion. I know I definitely want to see this sweater.”

There’s laughter in his eyes as he says that last part. While doing their best to hide their own growing laughter behind a glare, they shove him off balance and into the dirt.

"You wouldn't be able to handle the sweater."

Came across a strange man in my travels, tall, dark and brooding, he doesn’t seem all that friendly and tells me it’s best to keep my distance, but I find the mystery behind him very intriguing. 🍪✨