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absolute-eyesore · 3 years

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L-AR-K here with a more cohesive commissions post! For more of my art, feel free to look through /tagged/polyesterlark on this blog [absolute-eyesore] or visit my portfolio linked on our carrd!

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The first image is a collage of artwork. It is framed on the top and bottom by a row of alternating hearts and stars. In the center reads "PolyesterLark's Digital Art Commisions" and the letters of polyesterlark are moving up and down sequentially.

Top right, a ginger boy named Aeron Kaos, with glasses, stubby red horns, and a crop top reading 'I Hate All The Bands You Love' takes a selfie with his raven-haired friend Adel Morgenstern. Adel is wearing a tank top, holding a microphone, and flipping the camera off. Both are giving sharp, toothy grins. The colored lighting shifts around them.

Top left, a blue-skinned Malkavian vampire named Lael stares with pink/green eyes at a bare lightbulb that hangs down beside them, and a luna moth flying nearby. Their hair is dark purple and up in four pigtails, they wear a sleeveless button up that is pink on the right and lavender on the left with cat face buttons, and a fishnet top underneath covers their arms. They are holding a book in their hands that has many post-its and bookmarks in it. Behind them stretching top right to bottom left is a shimmering line of musical notes; opposite this, top left to bottom right, is a tendril of static reaching towards them.

Center left, Lael the Malkvavian sitting in her underwear in her apartment, no lights except for the static on the television and her laptop behind her. She holds a pen with her toes and stares contempatively at her book, reading over what she has written.

Bottom left, a digital landscape painting of a surreal ocean made of stars; an astrological dais is framed in the center, surrounding the base of a dark purple obelisk. Colorful clouds fill the dusk sky beyond.

Bottom right, a digital landscape painting of an indigo lighthouse with a white stripe, which sits upon a cliff; its light cuts through the darkness across the top of the painting.. The water is grey-teal and stormy, the horizon fading into pitch black. Clouds darken the sky, lightning strikes in the distant right.. A small blue house sits at the foot of the lighthouse.

The second photo is a series of colorful boxes designed like browser windows. In a column down the left are three magenta boxes with green minimize buttons. Their text reads;

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To the top right is a green box with a magenta minimize button. It is titled pricing_sizexrez.info and contains the following table.

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Below the green box and to the right of the magenta ones, is a cyan box with a dark blue minimize button. It is titled overview_disclaimers_restrictions.info and reads;

> my work may not be used for profit, unless we have made an agreement otherwise.

> i will not draw explicit sexual content; i will draw nudity and soft lewds. You MUST be 18+ to commission nsfw content.

> i cannot offer refunds, unless I am unable to complete the piece.

> you must credit me and link back when sharing my art.

I post my artwork to my socials and portfolio; if you would prefer your commission not be posted, please let me know when ordering.

I reserve the right to turn down any commission for any reason.

I will provide frequent updates throughout the process.

Please allow 2-4 weeks for completion.

Payments via PayPal;

half the payment up front, and the rest upon completion.

Delivery via Email;

Full res files, smaller resolution versions, and detail shots.

Finally, at the bottom left underneath the magenta boxes, there is a small orange box with a magenta minimize button. It is titled contact_socials.info and reads;

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threefeline · 6 years

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Mothsteed commissions!

Hello helllo! So I’ve gotten a few questions about if I’d make custom designs for people, and the answer is yes! So here are some prices!

Sketch: 15$-20$

Sketch w/ Color: $30 +$10 for lighting/shading

+Lines and Extra Detail: $45-$60 (includes shading)

any extra designs/mothsteeds will be half of whatever the total of the highest one is!

Extra:

-Please have visual references of what you’d like me to draw on your moth -Don’t redistribute or sell the designs on merch or anything like that

-If you aren’t interested in a commission but wanna draw one yourself, feel free to!! I’d love to see what you come up with!! just tag it as #mothsteed and I’ll eventually see it c:

EDIT: yeah i should probably put my contact info on here huh

[email protected] <`o`<

#my art #mothsteed #commissions #moth #moths #bug #insects #i prolly mmissed some stuff on it so if youve got any questions lmk please ;w;

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fantroll-purgatory · 6 years

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Damali Genisa

(Is Troll Buzzfeed a thing? Well, if it isn’t- she’s gonna MAKE IT HAPPEN)

Buzzfeed has 8 letters, so what if Buzzfeed was just one troll, out there in space, posting about space cryptids?

Universe: Alternia!

Name: Damali Genisa

“Damali” comes from Hydrodamalis gigas, the Steller’s Sea Cow, an extinct animal often reported to still be alive somewhere out in the ocean, a reference to this one’s love of possible mysteries. “Gensia” comes from “genesis” the creation of something. In her case, she’s more generating stories about Trollfoot and The Helbeast than anything substantial.

Age: Roughly 7 Sweeps

Theme/Story: Damali is, in the most basic sense, a naturalist. Her focus just happens to be on what many consider to be “chasing myths” and “writing clickbait articles about Troll Bigfoot” instead about like, moths or plants or whatever. The public just doesn’t understand what she understands yet! They will in time, with enough proof…

Okay, I’m gonna get this suggestion out of the way early on because I thought of it earlier and it’s been eating my brain… You talk a lot about how she’s more gullible than she’d like to admit and how she just wants to BELIEVE in the options!!! And so I… I have to suggest… maybe she’s also super into multi-level-marketing/pyramid schemes. She keeps getting suckered into these scams. She’s out here taking part in scams where she purchases content online and then attempts to resell it for a commission. Self employment rules! (Until you lose all your merchandise in a river while cryptid hunting and have to pay back SO many beetles).

Strife Specibus: Camerakind

Damali’s main way of showing The Truth is through her camera, which she keeps on her person at all times. Shaky video, blurry images, ominous sound recordings- these are the weapons of the modern era, she thinks.

Fetch Modus: Enhance

Ever see one of those crime shows where there’s a blurry image and they’re like “Zoom. Enhance, zoom again!” And they’ve magically upped the resolution? Damali’s modus is like that- she has to try and ID the item she wants before she runs out of Enhances.

That’s so funny I love it.

Blood color: Teal

Tealbloods are relentless idealists, and Damali takes that to almost ridiculous extremes. She’s someone who wants to believe in even the slightest possibilities, and she makes others believe them through sheer force of personality. To her, to simply GIVE UP on something because the evidence isn’t there is wrong. It’s out there, we just haven’t found it yet.

Symbol and meaning: Fitting.

LIBNIUS, THE CERTAIN

Trolltag: [GA] gnomicAuthentic

Both words in her tag relate to The Truth in different ways, “gnomic” in a more moral or religious sense, and “Authentic” in a more social or material way.

Quirk: YOU WON’T BELIEVE THESE REAL PICTURES OF THE HIGHLAND NECKBEAST! Damali likes trying to grab attention by starting her dialogues off with a title that relates to what she’s about to say. If she drops it, you know she’s serious.

CONVERSATIONAL CLICKBAIT…. I Love it….

Special Abilities (if any): Besides a camera, wilderness knowledge, and a willingness to ignore anything that doesn’t conform to her worldview, nope! She’s your average high-midblood.

Ancestor: The Geometer [Ferrei Genisa, The Witch of Hope]

The Geometer was a visionary at the side of a powerful Noble who wanted more power than she knew what to do with. The Geometer was her closest companion (some even say her beloved), the one who sharpened her plans with strategy and mathematics, who manipulated the battlefield and the castle storeroom with equal ruthless efficacy. She made one fatal error however- designing a weapon that could not be contained. In her hubris, she turned it on her enemies, but it also turned on herself, annihilating her carefully made plans in mere moments.

Damali tries to pretend none of that ever happened, really! World domination isn’t really her thing, and she inwardly feels bad when she finds evidence of the destruction her Ancestor caused. She sometimes wonders how many cryptids are out there that her Ancestor created…

I love this… I wonder if part of her interest in cryptids Could be her wanting to like, provide restitution to any that her Ancestor made? Maybe not even consciously, but y’know.

Lusus: Damali’s pine marten lusus has been by her side since she was a wriggler, and there’s nobody better she’d want by her side on her adventures! The two have dug out a kind of den for themselves, deep in the wilderness. It gives Damali the kind of hands on access to her subject material that she craves so much.

Interests: Cryptid Hunting, Photo Manipulation, Photography and Filmography, A Good Ghost Story, Folktales, Wilderness Survival Tips, Fun Clickbait Articles

Because of the recommendation I added I’m… not sure there’s really many additional necessary interests. Maybe like, Self Dependency? It’s always good to stash up money to transfer into resources for long RESEARCH TRIPS… Though she usually ends up having to scrounge supplies together anyways because of the nature of pyramid schemes.

Appearance: Damali’s a practical kind of gal, so most of her shoes are boots and most of her jackets are plastic and waterproof. Her hair is a bit wild, but she tries to keep it tucked behind her ears and under fishing hats so it’s not always in her face. But those curls always end up directly in her eyes at the worst times! If only she could remember where all her hair ties went.

Personality: Damali’s always been a big dreamer. When a vision gets into her head, there’s no stopping her. She’ll hold onto whatever her thought is until she’s made it a reality or it’s killed her. So far, she’s survived everything the world’s thrown at her. She often gets ragey at people online who dismiss her research as chasing fairy tales. For her, they’re as real as the air she breathes and the earth she walks on. She’s gone to the ends of the earth to prove herself right, and she’ll do it again in a heartbeat if it means not having to admit defeat. She’s a master at making excuses, and she’s often charming enough that people don’t get on her case too much. She’s got a bad habit of taking everything at face value and not fact checking, so she has a lot of spacey beliefs about the world and how it works. She’s been swindled more times than she’ll ever admit.

I… adore her.

Title: Mage [¿¿] of Hope

Active Classes That Remain: Maid, Mage

Passive Classes That Remain: Sylph, Rogue

Damali is a classic Hope player, even if she’s a bit over the moon about it. For Hope players, belief IS reality much of the time. Hope is about widening horizons, expanding options, and having the choice to pick what you desire. Damali’s obsession with cryptids comes from wanting to have options, wanting to know that other things are out there, still waiting to be discovered. She wants a brighter, bigger and wider world to call her own.

I feel like she is a Mage because she’s a shepherd; she wants to tell and guide people towards the world she just KNOWS is real, but everyone says just isn’t so. She can’t really PROVE or EXPLAIN it, but she KNOWS it’s out there. She tries! She writes clickbait to draw attention and sometimes just… makes things up, but she’s no Seer. The Mage Knows and Guides through Action, not through Teaching.

I think this is definitely really fitting for her. Her inverse is also Heir of Rage with this which means she passively changes the restrictions. Those rules and limiters that exist in a logical reality? She just eschews them, places them wherever she pleases. Can a dinosaur live for millions of years in a tiny lake? It’s possible in her world, now.

Land: The Land of Cold and Marble

Damali shudders as she steps out into her Land. The ground is polished to the point where she can see her own reflection in the stone. There isn’t a tree for miles in this blue moonlit wasteland. The wind blows cold and hard with no resistance, and Damali is instantly miserable. Braving the cold alone was never something she thought she’d ever have to do. And yet, here she is.

Statues of gods long forgotten lie still and alone, unmourned and uncared for. She sits at the feet of them and feels a power still within them. Perhaps these were the gods of this land, before their people perished in this endless cold. Maybe, if someone believed in them just a bit, they’d come back, and thaw this planet back out once more…

L o v e

Dream Planet: Prospit

You don’t get more flexible and emotional than someone willing to ignore reality because it doesn’t jive with her. Damali’s all about going with her gut, doing what feels right.

Design:

Hat: Look at this fun wavy fishing hat that gave me so much trouble but here it is. It’s here.

Hair: A big messy disaster. But it’s definitely theoretically tucked behind her ears.

Face: Obviously the eyes are the same, but I added a pop of eyeshadow as a joke about how many pyramid schemes revolve around makeup. I also gave her a wider and more genuine smile.

Top: Black shirt with a mildly transparent and shiny teal rain hoodie over top.

Pants: Edited from fan-troll’s sprite sheet, because it’s just a good template for the kinda Cryptid Huntin’ aesthetic.

I love herrrrr

-CD

#persephoneanmystery #damali genisa #damali #genisa #tealblood #review #redesign #cd review #submission

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lalunaunita · 6 years

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Adrinette April Day 10: Falling in Love/Holding Hands

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Fair warning: this took a bit of an angsty turn I wasn’t expecting. There’s an injury, but I don’t think it’s too shocking. If that’s a bad assessment, please let me know so I can learn to tag better in the future.

Marinette dodged as Sartorina lashed out with a measuring tape that whip-cracked next to her ear. She lobbed the other two sandbags over the railing and ran, hoping to get out of the akuma’s range.

“Go, Marinette! Get out of here!” Adrien shouted. He shoved Sartorina roughly, knocking her next attack off balance as Marinette rushed across the narrow catwalk.

Now that she was caught in Sartorina’s sights, Marinette could see how foolish it had been to go up above the stage. Whether she chose left or right, the akuma would be waiting for her at the bottom of a ladder.

“What should I do, Tikki?” whispered Marinette, looking down at the kwami in her jacket with dismay.

“I don’t - Marinette, look out!” Tikki exclaimed.

Marinette went rigid as loops upon loops of sewing thread bound her tightly. Sartorina had landed an attack! Marinette pulled in a breath, almost too late. One thread was easily breakable, but together the thousands of tiny threads squeezed her painfully. She remembered a time she’d knotted sewing thread around her finger and cried until Maman had cut it loose. The appendage had been almost purple by the time her mother had slipped the blade of her scissors underneath the knot.

Lungs burning, Marinette tried to straighten up. Instead, she grew dizzy and lost her balance. Terror shone in her wide eyes as she tipped over the edge and fell the long drop to the stage.

“No!” shouted Adrien, horrified.

He ran forward, unsure whether he should try to catch her, but he was too late. Marinette hit the stage with a loud bam! that vibrated the thin boards under his feet. He slid in next to his friend, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Sartorina, this isn’t right! Look what you’ve done to her!” Adrien shouted at the akuma.

Marinette had landed on her side. He touched her gingerly, unsure whether to roll her to her back. Amazingly, Marinette groaned and opened her eyes. Adrien reached under her hand pinned to her side and curled his fingers around hers.

“You’re going to be alright, Marinette. As soon as I can, I’ll get you to a hospital.”

“M’okay,” whispered Marinette, more surprise than pain in her voice, “Just can’t breathe…”

“Let her go, Sartorina. You’ve got your revenge. Don’t torture her.” Adrien didn’t expect his words to have any effect, but Marinette’s binding suddenly loosened and she took a deep breath.

Sartorina sighed impatiently. “If she dies this soon, it’s not any fun. You two are just a warm-up anyway. I’m waiting for those two superhero fashion disasters to get here.”

Adrien leaned in close to Marinette as Sartorina blathered on.

“What hurts?” he murmured as Marinette found a bit of room to wiggle.

She gasped as she rolled onto her back and winced in pain, clutching Adrien’s hand with more force than he expected.

“Left side. Shoulder. Ribs.”

Adrien assessed her as well as he could with a look. The shoulder was probably dislocated, the ribs bruised or fractured.

“You are really lucky, Marinette. That fall could have killed you.”

“I know.” She struggled to rise, but Adrien pushed down her good shoulder.

“We have to get out of here. I don’t know where Ladybug and… and Chat Noir could be, but I think it’s safe to say we’re on our own. For now.”

An absence of noise behind them caused both teens to look back toward the front of the stage where their enemy had stationed herself. For the first time, Marinette noticed the rows and rows of frightened hostages marshalled into place by Sartorina’s agents. The green-eyed terrors stood like sentries up and down the rows of the auditorium. She switched her gaze to Sartorina, who appeared to be in conference with Hawkmoth, a moth-shaped blaze of light around her eyes.

“It’s decided,” Sartorina announced to the room. “I get to play a bit more before I change tactics to draw out these lazy heroes you all seem to love so much. Hmmm. I’ve always wanted to try my hand at designing jewelry. Give me everything you’ve got.”

Sartorina swirled a commanding hand in the air. The sentries moved in as hostages reached for earrings, necklaces, and watches. Marinette gasped and Adrien uncomfortably twisted his ring.

Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7 l Part 8

@adrinetteapril - yeah!! I finally remembered to @!!

~luna’s tip jar~

#llu writes #adrinetteapril2018 #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ml fanfiction

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missingverse · 6 years

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Missing Chapter Twenty Six

So by now the fic has moved quite far from the original idea and is moving closer to the issues surrounding the rest of Arnold and Helga's lives. I'm wondering if I should make this and the next chapter the last two and start another fic about the aftermath? What do the readers think?

Note: Obligatory suggestion to check out my novel on Kindle if you like my work: The Hothouse Princesses by S.A. Hemstock.

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Three months on:

Arnold knew his grandfather wasn't happy about letting Ambrose and Helga move into the boarding house, but financially he wasn't really in a position to refuse a paying customer. It looked like the adoption process was going through with no problems, and thanks to Helga's many donated funds she was able to get a ramp installed in the back of the house, as well as repairs done on the ground floor. Even Phil had to admit that it was a relief getting some of the old fixtures replaced.

Curtis Waring's trial was coming up, and although Helga was able to walk with a cane now she couldn't walk for long and would have a permanent limp thanks to a shattered ankle she sustained during her catatonia. It was decided for her own safety that she would stay in the hospital for the duration of the trial, to prevent any backsliding in her condition.

Ambrose moved into the two room apartment without her, and set about making it habitable for a man and a young girl. It hadn't been touched since the last person who lived there moved out seven years before, and had been neglected by both Phil and Arnold since they had all the other rooms to service. Ambrose stripped the dingy wallpaper, tossed the old moth-eaten furniture and gave the whole place a new coat of paint. By the end it barely looked like it belonged in the boarding house.

“Is Helga's trust fund covering all this?” Arnold asked when he stopped by to bring Ambrose a glass of iced tea.

“I didn't touch none of her money,” Ambrose told him from the ladder he was using to paint the wall sconces. “I have plenty of my own.”

He drove back to his old apartment to collect his furniture and his dog, an old bloodhound named Della. Arnold helped him carry the stuff in, and he was struck by how many classic antique pieces Ambrose owned. Ambrose caught him staring at a particularly fancy chair, and laughed.

“Ed picked out most of this stuff,” he explained. “I didn't care so long as I could sit on the porch of an evenin'. But I figured Helga would like that chair.”

A set of pictures went up on the walls, most of them Ambrose's deceased partner or the two of them together with Della lying in front of them. Arnold liked the look of Ed; a chubby middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a quirky grin. It really was a shame that they'd never been able to adopt together, but he knew Ambrose felt like Ed had sent Helga to him so in some way she was their daughter.

“Ed would've loved her,” Ambrose said once. “He always wanted a little girl, especially a little spitfire.”

Ambrose was as good with Arnold's grandmother as he was with Helga. He was patient with her nonsense rambling, which had just gotten worse since the stroke, and he often helped her out with cooking in the evenings. Phil had been quiet, cautious around him at first, but even he came around eventually when Ambrose offered to take a look at any of the broken fixtures in the house.

“I'll take it out of your rent,” Phil offered. “Since you're saving me a repairman's bill...”

“Nah, keep it,” Ambrose shrugged. “I like to keep busy. Let Della warm herself in the kitchen and we'll call it even.”

But what was best about Ambrose moving in was that now Arnold had a lift every time he visited the hospital, instead of having to make the long journey by bus and staying in that crappy motel overnight. Phoebe hopped in with them sometimes, and even Patrick tagged along though he had a car of his own and was busy with college.

Helga was doing well. She had a good, safe place to live when she got out of the hospital, someone to take care of her the way she deserved and her friends nearby. She would have everything she needed. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Nothing.

…..

On the first day of the trial, reporters showed up on Arnold's doorstep and peppered him with questions as he and Ambrose were trying to leave. He heard at least one ask about him finding the murder scene and a few mentions of the words 'crime forums.'

“No comment,” he managed to remember to say as he barreled through them to Ambroses' truck.

They were worse at the hospital, and were wise to the trick of sneaking Helga out the back. Officer Plaskett covered her with his coat as Ambrose pushed her chair, and by the time they got her into the truck she seemed a little freaked out.

“They had cameras,” she murmured. “I thought they weren't allowed take pictures of me?”

“The gag order is up because you waived anonymity,” Plaskett explained. “Unfortunately, that's what it's going to be like for a while. I'll keep you under wraps as much as I can but realistically a few pictures are going to be released. This case is very high profile.”

Arnold saw her swallow, hard.

“Don't be too nervous,” Plaskett continued. “The defense has been warned to stick to certain topics and not to grill you. The judge will interfere if they get goady, and if you feel like you need a break you just ask for it. Don't push yourself too hard.”

The court was mobbed with reporters, onlookers and a handful of people holding up signs of support or condemnation. There was a pretty shocking amount of people that thought Helga was lying about Waring, and that his other victims were just human garbage that the world didn't miss. The court police cleared a path but they had to carry her up the steps, and Arnold had a feeling that that was an image that would show up on the news that night: Ambrose carrying her bridal-style up the stairs while Plaskett and Arnold lugged her wheelchair behind them.

They were allowed into the courtroom early, to make sure Helga was comfortable and ready. The judge even came in plain clothes to talk to her privately. He looked nice, a grandfatherly type of man, but Plaskett had warned that he was a hard man with a poker face you could never interpret. Waring's lawyer, wearing another painfully expensive suit, came in early too to discuss with the judge.

The jury trickled in, a distinct mix of young and old, men and women from all walks of life. Two black, three vaguely Hispanic, one Asian, four white. According to Plaskett that was a good mix. Spectators and support filled the benches, court reporters took their seats, the prosecuting lawyer arrived too late to talk to Helga but at least looked smart.

Finally, Waring was brought in. In a suit, not even handcuffed, groomed and trimmed to look as normal and nonthreatening as possible.

Even so, Arnold heard Helga draw in a ragged breath and saw her hands clench under the desk.

…..

For three straight hours, Waring's lawyer built up an image of a man who had been accused of nothing more than a misdemeanor. He painted a picture of a shy and quiet man whose desire to keep to himself and live a back-to-nature life in the woods lead to him being accused of murdering prostitutes. He made it sound like the girls who had gone missing from Pocaselas had brought it upon themselves by entering the notoriously risky job of streetwalking.

The prosecution brought up his dishonourable discharge from the military, but even this was dismissed as a petty act by a vengeful ex. By the time Helga was called to the stand, Waring was being painted as a saint with some spiteful enemies.

But even Helga's presence in the court dimmed the lawyer's hard work. The jury looked on sympathetically as she wheeled herself to the bench and was sworn in.

“Could you state your full name for the court, please?” the lawyer began.

“Helga Geraldine Pataki.”

“And, how old are you, Helga?”

“Sixteen.”

“How old were you when you claim to have been involved with my client?”

“I was eleven when he caught me.”

“Caught you? Am I to believe there was a struggle?”

“Yes, he threw something over my head and knocked me to the ground. Then he jabbed me with something.”

“That's a little vague...could you elaborate?”

“A needle. He jabbed me with a needle. Whatever was in it knocked me out.”

“I see....could you tell us where he caught you?”

“In the woods, the hills just outside Hillwood.”

“And what were you doing out there? According to your statement, this was just after dawn, am I right?”

“It was about 8am, I was trying to get downtown early. I spent the night up there.”

“You spent the night in the woods?”

“I had a hideout there, I slept up there sometimes.”

“I see, and what did your parents think of you sleeping in a cave in the woods?”

“They didn't know.”

Helga was impressively stoic on the stand, but Arnold's irritation with the lawyer was building. His rapid-fire questioning was clearly designed to knock her off balance.

“Is it safe to call you a runaway, in that case? Because you had gone hiding somewhere without your parent's knowledge?” he continued.

“I suppose so,” Helga shrugged.

“That's a risky thing for a little girl to do.”

“No riskier than staying at home, I thought.”

“Were you aware that there were other people in the woods at that time of day?”

“No. I'd been staying up there a long time, I hardly ever saw anyone else. It was rough terrain.”

“But the area was open to the public, so indeed anyone could have stumbled across you.”

“I suppose, but they would have had to try very hard. They would have had to been watching me for a while.”

The jury murmured, and the lawyer just about suppressed a frown.

“Let's go back; you were staying overnight in a public area without your parent's knowledge. That's a fact you have in common with a lot of these missing women.”

“I suppose so.”

“Would you have said you were a difficult child, Ms Pataki?”

“Depends on what you mean by difficult.”

“Well, I have some reports here....they use words like hostile, uncommunicative, defiant, rude....I could go on. Would you agree with those statements?”

“To that person, then yes. Maybe.”

“You had a habit of hanging around older boys, am I right?”

Arnold heard Patrick, just behind him, suck in a breath.

“What do you mean by 'hanging around?'” Helga asked.

“You were often seen in the company of older boys.”

“I was on the baseball team with a lot of older boys, so yes, I guess.”

“But outside of baseball, you saw some of these boys socially.”

“Mostly just one, the others I saw in passing if we were all doing the same thing. I was the only girl on the team so they looked out for me.”

“Forgive me, but it's a rare kind of boy that wants to be in the company of a younger girl without getting something in return, would you agree?”

“Then I was lucky, because the ones I knew treated me like a younger sister. Maybe the boys you knew were different.”

A wave of soft laughter echoed in the courtroom. Red spots of annoyance popped up on the lawyer's cheeks.

“Still, running away and hanging out with older boys, that's not a usual thing for an eleven year old girl, is it Ms Pataki?” he prodded. “That combined with these reports suggests you were pretty troublesome back then. Is that fair to say?”

“I didn't realize having crappy parents was such a crime,” Helga quipped.

Now, the courtroom didn't attempt to suppress their amusement; they laughed openly. But when the laughter died down, one person was still loudly chuckling. All eyes in the room turned to him.

Curtis Waring.

He had been blank-faced throughout most of the proceedings, but now tears of laughter ran down his face. When the judge banged the gavel and commanded him to be quiet, he calmed down, wiped his eyes. And then he looked directly at Helga and mouthed three words to her.

That's my girl.

#missing #hey arnold #hey arnold fanfiction #tw: abuse #tw: crime #courtroom drama

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this-darkness-light · 6 years

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Random Things About Me

Rules: Tag some people you want to get to know better. I was tagged by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell . Thank you! :3

Tagging: @coplins @hookerlegs @brieflymaximumprincess @spnyoucantkeepmedown @i-bleed-salt @carvcredlund @cat-n-claw

If you want to do it. <3

Appearance:

5’0. Bite sized Hobbit. Short brown hair in a pixie cut because I’m lazy. Slim-ish, currently looking to lose some weight, yay stress and bad choices. My shoulders are broader than my hips so I look like a dude in silhouette. Brown eyes. Huge dorky glasses because I’m a dork. Problems with cystic acne (I am an adult but my hormones apparently feel like perpetual adolescence idk). Decently good at putting on muscle, so yay there’s one good thing.

Personality:

I’m your classic introvert, hi! My name is probably next to the word in the dictionary. Large crowds intimidate/drain me and make me moody/snappish, so I prefer to stay home and read and pet cats and do anything that is not interacting with other humans. That said, I do like socializing! I swear! I just need to recharge my batteries for a long-ass time afterward. Online socializing is my jam.

It makes dating interesting, like, I love cuddling and hugging and Other Things™ but at the same time I need alone time like most people need air.

Bit of a perfectionist. Haha, just kidding, I’m a perfectionist through and through. I love daydreaming and am the one rando with a random smile who randomly laughs because I thought of something funny.

I can be a snarky bitch at times, and have been called cold hearted and callous because when I’m done with someone, I’m done, and I let them know, and no manner of tears or begging or threats will dissuade me.

I’m also a goofball in the right company, turn into a motor mouth if I ingest enough sugar, and have been known to hiss at things I dislike.

Ability:

Writing! I’ve been writing stories since I was in kindergarten. Usually they were about my stuffed animals lol. I’m pretty good at drawing, or was, before I quit for 10 years (yay adulting), but I’m easing back into it and trying to not get disheartened at how much I suck. I also play flute and several different pennywhistles but it’s been years since I played, so I’m sure my embouchure is shot and my music reading skills are rusty.

Other random abilities: I’m good enough at Les Mills Bodypump to be an instructor but yay Real Life got in the way of actually doing it; I make pretty bead thingies; I can sort of sing if I’m singing along to the radio (otherwise cover your ears!); I can read Tarot and use pendulums for divination

Hobbies:

Writing, reading, (trying to) draw, sleeping, working out, daydreaming, SUPERNATURAL, true crime stuff (serial killers yay I’m horrible), researching random shit, making pretty bead things, collecting Funko Pop! figures, playing Sims2 (my computer is an ancient dinosaur that can’t handle later versions), watching Jeopardy; collecting angel pictures and figurines (my lifelong love of angels actually got me into SPN because Castiel is an angel so I was sold lol); listening to music (my favorites are movie soundtracks, especially Hans Zimmer; rock; alt; metal; Celtic; and symphonic metal); used to do cat rescue but I had to quit because I wanted to keep them all

Experiences:

I was rank one, file one in my junior high marching band (aka the best spot) the only time we won first place; did a Hunchback of Notre Dame show for my high school band before I had to quit because Health Issues; was the only freshman in the symphonic orchestra; lots of Band Stuff tbh; went to an Alpha Chi conference in San Diego my senior year of university and won for the Shakespeare category; graduated summa cum laude from my university, top of my department (English) and top of the Arts and Humanities college, and got to be on the stage (which meant I couldn’t zone out or read or sneak snacks under my robe, boo); I’ve been to Disneyland like 10 times (ask me how!), including a time we ate at Club 33; eating disorder survivor; domestic violence survivor; sexual assault survivor (and if you are also a survivor of any of those things please feel free to talk to me); bottle-fed a couple of two-day-old kittens (sadly one didn’t make it :( ); got promoted to regional editor for my company this year; MET MARK FUCKING PELLEGRINO and got a picture with him at an event in Beverly Hills in October; I’ve been to the Hollywood Walk of Fame; fenced (sword-fighting) with a guy cosplaying as Captain Jack Sparrow in front of the Chinese Theatre in Los Angeles; am technically a published writer through my work.

My life:

Work, working out, writing, reading, sleeping, maybe drawing. Lots of Internet. Sometimes TV. CATS.

That’s kind of it. :V

Random Stuff:

I’M A TWIN but we’re fraternal and she’s like 6 inches taller, no fair. I can make head shots with a handgun at 10 feet on the indoor range. My favorite color is deep cerulean, followed closely by burgundy. I’m a Pisces. Captain America is my favorite Avenger. Loki is my favorite Marvel character. Ravenclaw House forever! Tea whore. Egyptophile. Kemetic Orthodox by faith. My favorite structure in the world is the Eiffel Tower. Unicorns are best mythological creature and I will fight for their honor. Don’t mess me with anything less than 75% dark chocolate. My favorite Pokemon are Arcanine, Dragonair, Mew, the Eeveelutions, Meowth, Altaria, Articuno, Ho-Oh, and yeah too many to name. My favorite TV character of all time is Gavin Q. Baker III from season 7 of The Closer (played by the beautiful Mark Pellegrino) – Lucifer, Sam Winchester, and Patrick Jane are close on his designer Italian leather heels. I love rain. I’m afraid of moths and grasshoppers and other erratic insects whose movements you can’t predict. Mulan is best Disney princess. I have to be watching TV while doing cardio or I won’t do it at all. My fast food kryptonite is McDonald’s French fries. My favorite stupid food is marshmallows. I try to eat healthy but Lucky Charms and Cinnamon Toast Crunch exist, so. Yeah.

#tagging game #me #about me #probably tmi

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ayma-nidiot · 4 years

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In the White Light Chapter 17

Author’s note: This chapter can be read as a Shrimpshipping one-shot. It’s also the first time I’ve made up my own duel. I also plan to give Rex and Weevil a much-deserved redemption arc.

Chapter 17 – 2800

“Hehehe…” Rex wasted no time in preparing his Duel Disk, and as the sunlight touched his toes, he shouted, “All right, jerkwads, who wants some?”

Weevil could almost see a tumbleweed drift by. “Apparently nobody. Come out, come out, wherever you are! Or are you too afraid of my insect swarm?”

“You rang?” The deep voice from beneath their feet shook the sand.

“Yaaah!” Weevil fell on his rear end. “Where did that voice come from? I-Is that a… g-ghost?”

“Oh, come on, Weevil. There’s no such things as ghosts-”

“We can make you into ghosts, if you like.” The source of a higher-pitched voice, along with his companion, peered from the sand under which they hid.

“Aaaaaah!” Weevil screamed even louder.

Rex was scared, too, but kept the task at hand in mind. “Heh, I’m not afraid of some creepy ancient Egyptian magic! It ain’t the first time I’ve seen it!”

“Huh.” The taller boy, who looked no older than Rex, flew up from the sand. “You’re one of the few I’ve met that isn’t afraid of my occult deck. I think I like you already!”

“I think I do, too, hehehe…” The shorter, younger boy revealed a golden device on his arm.

“Nice Duel Disks you got there.” Rex took notice of the golden bracelets, from which protruded five wings, the boys wore. “But they’re no match for ours!”

“Yeah?” The taller boy smirked at Weevil, who slowly started to get up. “Wanna test it out?”

“Thought you’d never ask!”

“Oh, and ours are called DiaDhanks, by the way,” added the shorter boy.

“But what are you called?” asked Weevil.

“Our real names don’t matter. Just call me Frack.”

“And you can call me Frick!” spoke the taller boy.

“Ha… You don’t even have proper decks! This will be easier than taking honey from a stingerless bee!” Weevil got his Duel Disk ready, and he felt a wave of confidence out of nowhere.

“We’ll see about that. I guess I don’t have to explain the rules of tag dueling to you. You’ve tag dueled soooo gracefully in the modern world before.” Frick snickered.

“How do you know about… Argh, never mind! Just get on with it already!” Rex demanded.

“Gladly! I think you’re going to like our… cards.” Four small stone tablets arose from the sand and appeared before Frick. “Haha, not a bad starting hand at all! I summon Broww, Huntsman of Dark World in defense mode! Then I’ll set a card and end it for now.”

It’s hardly different from any other duel so far, Rex thought as he drew his first card. “You took the words right out of my mouth! I Special Summon two Gilasaurus and equip one of them with Raise Body Heat! Now attack the Broww, Huntsman of Dark World! …I’ll place a card face down, then turn it over to Frack.”

“I summon Cloudian – Poison Cloud in attack mode! Then I’ll set a card.”

“…And?” Weevil tapped his foot, only drawing a card when he realized it was actually his turn. In addition to his Petit Moth in his starting hand, he just drew his Perfectly Ultimate Great Moth. “What an idiot! Leaving a 0-attack monster in attack mode like that! I summon Pinch Hopper and use Eradicating Aerosol on it! Thanks to Pinch Hopper’s special ability, I can summon an insect monster when it goes to the Graveyard. And of course, I choose Insect Queen!”

“Ah, the definition of insanity.” Frack laughed. “Trying the same thing again and again yet expecting different results.”

“I KNOW what that word means!” Weevil growled. “But YOU shouldn’t know jack squat about the KC Grand Tournament! I will use the non-equipped Gilasaurus as tribute so that my Insect Queen can attack your Cloudian – Poison Cloud!”

“Ngh…” Frack winced as in a single attack, more than half of his Life Points were gone. “Bet you didn’t think why I left my Poison Cloud in attack mode! Its special ability allows it to inflict 800 points of damage to your Life Points. Not only that, but it also destroys the monster that attacked it! See, I knew you’d be too smart to just carelessly attack a Set monster.”

“Unlike your airhead of a dueling partner over there who just went and attacked my Broww, Huntsman of Dark World.” Frick laughed.

“And now all you’ve got left is that puny Insect Monster Token to defend your Life Points!”

“Now it’s my turn again!” Frick declared. “I will use Pot of Greed… then I’ll use the spell I have just drawn, Abyssal Designator! I’ll pay 1000 Life Points so I can force you to send an earth-type insect to the Graveyard. Which is pretty much every monster in your deck!”

Grr… It’s going to be hard to defeat a guy who knows my strategies like the back of his hand, Weevil thought as he chose one of his weaker monsters.

“I’m not through with you yet, worm boy! I Fusion Summon Great Mammoth of Goldfine!”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Will you now? After I equip my monster with Fusion Weapon to give it a grand total of 3700 attack points? Some ‘regionals champion’ you are to have been defeated in just two turns! Great Mammoth of Goldfine, attack that Insect Token and-”

“Victory doesn’t come cheap, dumbass,” Rex interrupted. “I activate my face-down card, Anti-Fusion Device! Now you’ve got nothing to defend your Life Points!”

“You’ve… saved me, Rex.” Weevil blushed with a smile.

“A-As any good dueling partner would do, hehe…” Rex stuttered as he drew his next card. “Oh… Man, Weevil, I’m glad we became Dartz’s minions after all! Or else I wouldn’t have this card!”

“Meaning?” Frack wondered.

“Meaning I will use the power of Ancient Rules to Special Summon one of my favourite monsters… Red-Eyes Black Dragon! And when I said ‘victory doesn’t come cheap,’ I mean for you. But now you’ll be the one to fall as I attack you directly!”

“Yeah, right, dino brain! My set card, Block Attack will… well, block your attack!”

“Come on, even I’m not that stupid! Now make your move!”

“Shouldn’t have said that…” Frack smirked after he drew a card. “Oh, you should not have said that! I use the special ability of D/D Swirl Slime to Fusion summon D/D/D Flame King Genghis!”

“I’m… down but not out,” Weevil spoke weakly as now, he barely had more than 1000 Life Points. “Thanks to my Pot of Greed, I can draw… two cards.”

“Two useless cards they will be, I’m sure!”

No they’re not! Weevil beamed at the Cocoon of Evolution and Horn of the Unicorn he just drew. “I summon Petit Moth in defense mode and equip it with two cards – Cocoon of Evolution and Horn of the Unicorn!”

“Tch! Lucky bastard…” Frick grumbled. There’s no way I can get past that defense with a card like this! “I play Kuriboh in defense mode and end my turn. Your turn, dumbass.”

“Wow, such an original insult! I return my Red-Eyes to attack mode and now use it to attack the D/D/D Flame King Genghis!”

“Though I may be low on Life Points, I’ve got the strongest monster of anyone here! I Special Summon D/D/D Dragon King Pendragon! His attack is more than enough for your so-called ‘rare card…’ Get ‘im, Pendragon!”

“As a not-so-wise man once said, ‘you shouldn’t have done that!’ I Special Summon Red-Eyes Retro Dragon in defense mode, then use its special ability to bring my Black Dragon back in attack mode! And just you wait until later on in the duel… I’ve got more Red-Eyes combos up my sleeve.”

“I’ll just use Soul of the Pure to regain 800 Life Points and end my turn,” spoke Weevil.

“Then I’ll just play Clock Resonator in defense mode and end my turn,” declared Frick.

“Oh man, am I feelin’ lucky! I use my Red-Eyes Fusion to Fusion Summon Red-Eyes Slash Dragon! I could use his special ability to give him 200 more attack points, but I think I’ll go a bit easy on ya’ for now… And I can still get rid of that Pendragon of yours.”

Sh-Shit… With an attack power of 2800, that Slash Dragon is too strong! Maybe if I can take down the Cocoon of Evolution and reduce Weevil’s Life Points to zero, I have a chance… Frack drew a card. “I will also play Clock Resonator in defense mode.”

Frick allowed Weevil to draw a card and pass his turn before saying, “I sacrifice the Clock Resonators to summon D/D Vice Typhon in defense mode!”

Rex raised an eyebrow at Frick, who thought, Yes, that’s right. Go ahead and attack my Vice Typhon to activate its special ability!

“You must not care about your dueling partner very much! You’ve sacrificed his only monster and now he’s open to a direct attack… from my Slash Dragon!”

“Yaaaaargh!” As Frack knelt to the ground, his body began to melt into the sand. “Frick… you… dick…”

Oh, gods! Weevil drew his next card with a trembling hand. So… So if we die in the game, we die for real. Hopefully this card I drew will help prevent that from happening to me! “I banish two insects from my Graveyard to call forth Doom Dozer! Fortunately for you, Frick, this card has the exact attack power as your Vice Typhon – 2800.”

“Ah…” Frick pondered his newly drawn card. “Hahahahaha! I thank my master for taking pity on me to lend me this card!”

“What card?” Rex asked.

“Dark Necrofear, that’s who!”

“Her attack is only 2200. Nothing my Slash Dragon can’t handle! I’ll set a card then let my dragon have at your Dark Necrofear!”

“Wait, Rex, don’t!” Weevil tried to warn, but Rex’s attack had already gone through.

“Honestly, don’t you read, Raptor? If a monster defeats Dark Necrofear, she allows me to take control of said monster… Which is, of course, your Red-Eyes Slash Dragon!”

Oh… Oh no… Weevil simply drew a card and ended his turn. Am I… going to die during Frick’s next attack?

“If you’re wondering if you’re going to die during my next turn, Underwood, then the answer is yes! Say goodbye to that Cocoon-”

“No! Reveal face-down card Mask of the Accursed! Now your… er, my Slash Dragon is powerless!”

“We’ll see, Raptor… We’ll see.”

“Then I’ll summon Kidmodo Dragon in attack mode and end my turn!”

Rex, you’ve saved me again… Weevil drew and played Pot of Greed. But please, don’t… Just save yourself. I’m not worth it. “I’ll set a card face down, and that’s all.”

“Hmph! I’ll humbly take the 500 points of damage, since Mask of the Accursed is history now, thanks to my De-Spell! First, I’ll set a card… Now I can attack the Cocoon of Evolution!”

“You fool!” Weevil giggled. “You’ve activated my trap, Metalmorph, so that my Cocoon’s defense is now at 2900!”

Oh… Rex thought as he drew his Serpent Night Dragon. If I had activated Slash Dragon’s special ability, then Weevil’s Cocoon would have been toast… Thank… Thank the gods…

“What’s the matter, crybaby?” Frick scoffed at Rex.

“Nunya Business, that’s what! I’ll just end my turn.”

“Finally…” Weevil marveled at the Perfectly Great Ultimate Moth that emerged from the Cocoon. “My ultimate monster arrives! And just for good measure, I’ll also Fusion Summon Kwagar Hercules! After I set this card, I’ll now attack your-”

“You’ll be attacking nothing, bug boy! I reveal my Block Attack to force your Moth into defense mode! …And now that it’s my turn, I’ll set a card, then attack Rex’s Kidmodo Dragon!”’

“Urk…” Rex grunted as his Life Points now stood at 1100. “That was nothing… And apparently, you’re the one who can’t read, Frick! Kidmodo Dragon’s special ability allows me to Special Summon a dragon from my hand when its defeated… And I chose my second-best monster, Serpent Night Dragon! With my newly drawn Horn of the Unicorn, I can now defeat the Red-Eyes Slash Dragon!” I hope you’ll forgive me, Red-Eyes.

“Hehe… Well, bug boy, let’s see what you’ve got!”

“I equip my Kwagar Hercules with Lucky Iron Axe and, since you’ve no monsters on your side of the field, I’ll directly attack with my Perfectly Ultimate Great Moth!”

“Well, it’s not ‘your’ Moth anymore, not after I activate Brain Control!”

“Oh, snap…” Rex quickly realized the gravity of what Frick had just done.

“Hahahaha! Even with Raise Body Heat, your remaining Gilasaurus wouldn’t be enough to defend against the Perfectly Ultimate Great Moth! Before I send you to your death, you got any last words?”

“Weevil…” Rex turned to the bug duelist with a somber smile. “After I die, have fun with the reward from the High Priests.”

“Wh-What?! Are you insane, Rex?”

“Come on, don’t look like that!” Rex gave a half-hearted chuckle as Frick had already given the command to attack. “You’ll get a big-ass reward all to yourself!”

No… Weevil didn’t stop the tears from flowing. Not after all we’ve been through… Not after the joy Rex has brought into my life… “Nooooooo! I use my trap, Graverobber, and pay 2000 Life Points to use a spell card from your Graveyard, Frick! I choose Block Attack, and now you can’t attack until your next attack phase! G-Gah…”

“Weevil…” Rex couldn’t stand to watch Weevil on the brink of death, with a mere 100 Life Points left. “Why did you do that?”

“I’m just… repaying you for saving me twice… Now, how about you have fun with the reward?”

“And you’ve merely postponed your guys’ deaths by what, a few minutes?” Frick laughed again, then he noticed that Rex had gone dead silent. “Oh? You wanna surrender to the shadows, Raptor?”

“You… You can’t have him.”

“Rex?” Weevil watched as a mysterious glowing shadow now surrounded Rex. “What’s happening to you!”

“Weevil is… Weevil is mine!” Rex shouted, his body beginning to distort. This newly awakened power was so strong that he couldn’t handle it properly, and promptly passed out.

“It can’t be! I thought Seto Kaiba was the only one! No!!”

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When Rex slowly began to come to, rather than the harsh Egyptian sands, a cool towel and soft bed now greeted him. Through his half-cracked eyelids, he could see the array of gold surrounding him. “Ah, so this must be what heaven feels like.”

“Maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t,” replied a familiar voice. “But this place isn’t heaven. Not in the literal sense, anyway.”

“Weevil!” Rex sprung wide awake. “You’re alive!”

“And so are you, thankfully.”

“Then what happened? Did we win the duel? Did we win the reward?”

“Yes and yes. We got a ton of gold from Mahad, but that’s not the only reward we got.”

“What do you mean? Did we get a rare card?”

“Sort of. But, um… You might not want to know how we got it.”

“Come on, man, you can tell me!”

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. It all happened after you just… suddenly transformed.”

“Aww, sweet! What I turn into? Some kind of cool dinosaur monster? Maybe the Red-Eyes Slash Dragon?”

“Well…” Weevil fetched a nearby small mirror. “Just take a look for yourself.”

“Hm?” Rex couldn’t be more disappointed in the form he had taken – an ordinary white rabbit. “I’m a rabbit! I’m a motherfucking, weak, lame-ass rabbit! Why! What could possibly be worse?”

“I dunno, you could have turned into a Kuriboh.”

“Even a freakin’ Kuriboh is better than this! Aaaaaah!” As if by willpower, Rex turned back into a fully clothed human.

“W-Well, look on the bright side. At least you’re not a ‘lame-ass rabbit’ anymore.” Weevil gave Rex the card he had found.

“Hey, let me take a look at that.” Rex eyed the card carefully. On it was a small white rabbit, surrounded by purple shadows and a bunch of carrots. “‘Creepy Coney,’ huh? It’s got a defense of 1900 and a pretty cool special effect. You mind if I add it to my deck, Weevil?”

“N-No, not at all.” Weevil looked down, embarrassed at the awkwardness his response created.

“You’re being nice for a change.” For once, Rex’s tone sounded sincere. “Not only in giving me this card, but also in nearly draining your own Life Points just to save me. Why do all of that for a ‘dino brain’ like me?”

“Please…. Don’t make me say it. I’m already embarrassed enough as it is. Rather, I was about to ask you the same question. Why did you save me twice?”

Rex didn’t want to hold back anymore. Inspired by Yami Yugi’s courage, he began to speak. “When I saved you twice from being killed in that duel, it wasn’t just because ‘it’s what a good duel partner would do.’ For the longest time… Ever since our duel in the regional finals, I’ve wanted to say it… Weevil, I love you.”

“Are you… Are you serious? Even though we’re both boys?”

“Yes, I am.” Rex gently took Weevil’s right hand into his left hand.

“No… You’re lying just to play around with me!”

“What are you talking about? Why would I be ‘playing with you?’”

“Do you remember when we were at that park, right before we transported here with Yugi and the others? Somehow, I knew you were going to confess to me.”

“Then you should have said something about it!”

“I couldn’t!” Weevil started crying. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly the most upstanding duelist. I cheat and I steal and I make other duelists’ lives miserable. I couldn’t say anything because I knew you deserve someone so much better than me! Why don’t you go after Téa? She’s very sweet, even to her enemies. Or… What about Mai Valentine? You were hitting on her on that boat en route to Duelist Kingdom, weren’t you? You even shared a room with her, I hear. She’s also a much stronger and more honourable duelist than I. Hell, even that Joey is better than me. He’s such a good duelist, he beat my Perfectly Ultimate Great Moth flat – and he’s even beat you twice!”

“I don’t want any of them, or anyone else for that matter.” Rex intertwined his fingers with Weevil’s. “Because nobody else has stuck with me through thick and thin. Nobody else has understood my desire to improve and get revenge so well. And most of all, nobody else has made me smile so much on a daily basis, even through all the trials we went through with the Orichalcos.”

“You mean it?” Weevil started to calm down as his tears gradually began to stop. Rex took his free arm to pull Weevil in for a hug and held the bug duelist’s right hand close to his heart. It’s… beating so fast…

“I do, Weevil. Nobody else has made my heart go pitter-pat like this. Now do you believe me?”

“I… I…”

“You okay, man?”

“I’m… so happy…” Weevil’s tears became tears of joy. “I know I don’t deserve you, but… I love you, Rex. I love you so, so much.”

“Of course you deserve me. You deserve me and all the happiness in the world.” Rex wiped the last of Weevil’s tears away before lifting his chin up for a kiss.

“Rex… I know there’s a war going on but can we stay here a little longer?”

Rex held his new boyfriend ever closer. “Of course, baby. I’ll make you feel better.”

#yugioh #ygo #shrimpshipping #rex x weevil #ryuhaga

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