Valkyrie didn’t know how they have ended up in this situation. She didn’t care. Not when she was so close to winning. Just one more lap.
The first discussion started when they were choosing the players. Since Ghastly had never played before, Tanith offered to pick one character for him. She picked Yoshi for herself. And Peach for him.
Valkyrie wanted Mario, but Skulduggery had picked it first.
“Hey, I was going to be Mario!” complained Valkyrie.
“You can’t be Mario. You have to be Luigi.” Skulduggery said calmly.
“Valkyrie, Mario is the lead character. Like me. You have to be the combat acessory”
“How do you even know who is Mario and who is Luigi?”
“I may not be Saracen, but I do know some things, my dear.”
She fumed, but he didn’t let go, so she decided to show him exactly what a combat acessory was capable of.
“Oh my god, Valkyrie, I can’t believe you left a banana for me” shouted Tanith.
“I didn’t! It was Ghastly.”
“THAT’S IT. YOU ARE SLEEPING IN THE COUCH TONIGHT”
“Skulduggery, what the fuck are you doing?”
“I don’t know what are you talking about.”
“Why are you running in zig-zag? That’s not how you play it, moron.”
“It’s called diversion tactic. And you’ve fallen for it. Bye bye.”
It was the final lap, and Valkyrie was winning. She didn’t even know who was in second at this point. Tanith hadn’t stopped swearing for a second, Ghastly was moving the control like it was the steering wheel itself and she couldn’t afford to look to Skulduggery.
She was going to win.
But then a blue shell hit her, and before she could even process what had just happened, Skulduggery passed flying through her and crossed the finishing line.
And then Tanith.
And then Ghastly.
“Oh my god.” She looked at Skulduggery apopletic. “You hit me.”
“No, I threw a blue shell at you.”
“You fucking hit me.”
“I didn’t know you were such a sore looser.”
“I am when my partner hit me.”
“Oh, I am your partner again now? Because I recall some pretty nasty things you’ve said to me a few minutes ago. What was it again? Oh, you can kiss my pretty Luigi ass, Skulduggery, because that’s the only view you’ll be having from now on.”
I. Captivated by her smile and her red hair he listens to her, too enchanted by her voice to interrupt. Her subtle touch on his arm sends him to heaven, engulfed in her smell. He doesn’t see the knife or feel the pain, only hears her soft laugh as he falls into darkness.
II. Such a beautiful face, she thinks as she spots her in the heat of battle, such red lips, made for smiling. And then she smiles. The symbols on her skin glow as the electricity crackles around her raised hand and the world turns white.
III. He’s smooth, this one, mumbling hushed promises as they spin to the sound of violins. She lets him lead her off the dance floor and to his room, but knows he’s lying through his teeth even before the glistening red hand touches her bare shoulder.
IV. The soldier spots the armor across the battlefield. He knows the stories, has seen the splattered corpses left in his wake. A single question: will he die honorably or get torn to pieces - The yellow eyes flash once and it’s over.
V. He moves like solid shadow, kills everything that stands in his way – their way - without mercy. No one knows where he came from or what he looks like, they never even heard him speak. They whisper to themselves, wonder why he’s with them, why he’s following orders. Sometimes they look at his changing form and wonder if he’s even human.
VI. His slim figure towers over them, levitating, arms outstretched. A quiet moment – Then she draws her sword and the storm breaks loose. The wrath of nature pulled into a fist while his face never betrays emotion. The survivors always remember. You can’t forget a monster.
Summary: Lucifer has eyes for the new receptionist at his company, and he’s not one to let inconveniences like boyfriends get in the way
A/N: I’M BACK BITCHES! This Part 1 of 2 commission from the lovely @astarisms (Not two parts, just two commissions). The other one should come very soon as long as I can get my shit together. I had a lot of fun with this and it was super indulgent fucking sue me
Darkly Omen either being a Sensitive or an Emo-kid or both
No more Darquesse for the love of god please just let her kill the Faceless Ones in peace
Maybe farfetched but: The Church of the Faceless Ones opening a portal to get Mevolent into their Dimension (The scepter could function as an anchor. He would be a threat to the entire world and the scenario would fit both Dereks ‘you are close’ tweet in relation to people bringing Darquesse back + the Tweet about him being … happy? proud? excited? … about the villains. Also the whole different dimensions thing seems to be too big to just ignore and I can think of nothing that would top or match Darquesse villain-wise except M)
Some logic behind Valkyries new magical abilities. What can she do, what are her limits? As far as I can remember that was never really explained.
I think/hope/pray that Scapegrace & Trasher won’t show up again because they had an okay ending and:
Either actual LGBT-representation or none at all
Also: racial diversity, especially with the school involved. (Not Ping-like charas obv)
Some insight into the culture and religion surrounding the Faceless Ones
What’s up with Valkyries blood you can’t just introduce something as if it’s really important and then … not? Mention it? At all?? Ever again??? That’s just … bad writing
More about the Unnamed but my hopes for this are very low
How sorcerers are like as parents. Do they name their kids? How do they keep their children from picking stupid names at the age of ten? Do the parents teach their kids magic or is it common to send them away to mentors or schools?
I know that Val is probably going to be sent through hell because duh but let’s leave Alice out of this she really doesn’t need to die (again)
Sometimes when I’m making gifs I forget to remove the text from what I was previously working on before I render the image. Usually nothing entertaining comes out of these mistakes, but every once in awhile I get a gem.
This was a pleasant mistake I made while making my two gif sets from the Chopper vs Chopper X Let’s Play.
“You can’t leave me alone,” she said, following him into the living room.
“No,” he corrected, “I can. You’ll be perfectly safe.”
“The front door’s off!”
“Well, yes. You’ll be perfectly safe as long as they don’t come through the front door.”
He pulled on his coat, but she snatched his hat away.
“Are you taking my hat hostage?” he asked doubtfully.
“You’re either staying here to make sure no one else attacks me, or you’re taking me with you.”
Skulduggery froze. “That,” he said eventually, “wouldn’t be too safe for you.”
“Neither would being left here on my own.”
“But you can hide,” he said, gesturing around the room. “There are so many places to hide. I’m sure there are plenty of good solid wardrobes your size. Even under a bed. You’d be surprised how many people don’t check under beds these days.”
“Skulduggery, you saved my life tonight. Are you going to undo all that effort by leaving me here so someone else can just come along and kill me?”
“That’s a very defeatist attitude you’ve got there. I once knew a fellow, a little older than you. He wanted to join me in my adventures, wanted to solve mysteries that beggared belief. He kept asking, kept at me about it. He finally proved himself, after a long time, and we became partners.”
“And did you go on to have lots of exciting adventures?”
“I did. He didn’t. He died on our very first case together. Horrible death. Messy, too. Lots of flailing around.”
“Well, I don’t plan on dying anytime soon, and I’ve got something he didn’t.”
“And that is … ?”
“Your hat. Take me with you, or I’ll stand on it.”
He looked at her with his big hollow eye sockets, then held out his hand for his hat. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
When I was around you I knew exactly what I was feeling. I knew my heart wasn’t lying to me because it never lies to me and I felt that honesty from the first day we spoke. I felt your intentions so innocent. That turned me on… I made every move with my heart from there on when I was with you. You started to cloud my thoughts all day. I wanted to be with you all day. I couldn’t take my mind off you. I needed you. I needed everything you came with good or bad and that’s what love was to me. You had me open and never in a thousand years did I think I’d need you more than you would need me. What a pleasant mistake to get to know you.
Since the last escapade with a very green star nomad her curiosity to seek more was obvious. Her Intel at all the information desks at different planets was speaking about how rare a sight was. Rare was her liking. Not to brag she was the type to want to sign about all the glorious things she came across and did. Made her feel more important with her status. With her clues she wound up off the Zbornak planet into a place with plush fuzzed bundles. They were just like puffballs. Too cute for this world! She had jumped into a pile of them making snow angels. Bad move since they started to scream in terror.
Jumping away she stood to an elevation much taller than the rest to see someone also bit taller than them as well. Looked like a star nomad! Ah! Maybe she knew. “ Is your name Wander by any chance?”
Walky knelt gently patted one of the fuzzballs who had swarmed around her, since she radiated heat. It felt nice to be the taller one for once (though only because they were tiny.) The yellow girl looked up when she heard the voice. “…h-huh? Um…” she glanced around, before pointing at herself. “Me? I’m n-not Wander, my name’s W-Walkabout! …People ask that a l-lot for some reason…”
The fuzzballs were now crowding her as well; not as welcoming but more grumbling in their language saying god knows what. Probably cute profanities for squishing them like pancakes. Bepbo kicked a few off of her as she floated away from that mess closer to her. “ I apologize. I am running on little facts of your race. Do you per chance know a Zack? I just met him not too long ago. I’m not sure if you are all family or not.”
“…no.” She frowned-that question seemed to hit a nerve. “I d-don’t have a family. Biologically or in the emotional sense.”
This caused a sour taste to dwell in her mouth. No family? Not even one being to rely on? This poor soul! She started to well up tears as she embrace Walkabout to give her means of comfort. “ How awful! No one deserves that. Rest assure you I will do whatever it takes to find you a forever home.”
Walky made a panicked sound that vaguely resembled a duck quacking as she frantically pushed the alien away. “Do not touch! Please do not touch! I d-don’t know you and am not comfortable with you! No touching!”
With that, the little one was dropped just where she was in her fright as well. Such a reaction caused her to panic herself. “ Pardon me! I am so terribly sorry! My word how impolite of me. Are you alright?” There was a few feet to the ground and that was a mighty fall.
“ If that is what you want… I understand.” She placed her footing to the ground finally to kneel down wondering whether to give her a hand or not since she did not like touching. “ Is there any way I could help?”
“…w-well you could help by telling me who you are.” Walky frowned and folded her arms.
She had completely forgotten. Must have slipped her mind. Curtsying to her, a smile wiped off all the nerves that she presented at the mishap. Thank you subject change. “ Bepbo. Techno icon extraordinaire at your service. How about you? What do you do for a living?”
“I w-wander around. I don’t have a job.” Walky shrugged.
“ How is it your are able to afford such a luxury on a dime?” She earnestly wanted to know. This was baffling all in itself. There was a price to everything. Food, clothes, places to sleep, activities, and much more. It must be a difficult task.
“…Luxury? I s-sleep out in the open and only eat m-maybe once a week. It’s…n-not very luxurious.”
“ How is it you not starve? Do you have a small stomach?” What a fascinating history. She wanted to know all about it. Too many questions were running in her mind to get out.
“I, um…I d-don’t…technically…need to eat? I s-still get hurt from starvation and s-stuff but I won’t die from it…”
“ Are you an…” Her eyes glistened with wonder. “ immortal?” Her body was sparkling with flecks of light. It was like one of those creepy desu-kawaii scenes in anime.
“ Huh….” The end spoken in question did
not leave her too sure if she was even mortal to begin with. Yet, if she
wasn’t immortal- what label would she be considered under? “ do you
heal really fast? Like when you get cut or get bruised?”
“..Who?” Walky tilted her head. “And I told you, I d-don’t have a family. I’m l-literally not related to anyone.”
I know I only assumed maybe that you are long lost sisters or some
crazy assumption to your creation.” She was a theorist whom spoke out
her ideas to lay out facts. “ never mind…”
“I h-have no idea who ‘Lord Dominator’ even is…”
She’s the top most ruthless villain on the charts. Lava based. Really
killar personality. I’m surprised you don’t know her.”
“I, um…I k-kinda don’t know anything about any viillains. S-sides from the ones I’ve already met, I g-guess.”
over she rested her palms on her chin letting a leg sway side to side
on her lounging spot. “ so you have met a villain? Which ones?”
“…I’ve r-run into a couple Watchdogs..”
“ Watchdogs?” Still brimming with too many questions it seemed.
“ have you now… Do you have a bounty on your head?”
“…? No? Why would I?”
“ Cause from the sounds of your abilities and your interaction with
villains. Also being a wanderer you’d assume that you are most likely on
the wanted list. Just outweighing the possibilities. Cause you are the
same situation as Wander. Just like you but … not bleeding plasma.”
“Well maybe except I don’t do anything and I DON’T KNOW WHO WANDER IS!
The p-people on the wanted lists are the ones who g-get in the way of
the villains and I’ve n-never done that! I’ve never heard of most of
them, even! I’m n-not wandering by choice you know!”
shouting caused her to cower. Bepbo was obviously causing her distress
or to be upset with her constant prodding. “ Pardon. Think … I’ll be
just going now. Excuse me. Did not mean to intrude. This won’t happen
The air was still heated around Walky-the puffballs seemed to like it,
but if it got hotter it would be much less pleasant. “…people k-keep
mistaking me for Wander and I d-don’t even know who he is…”
was just about to leave but getting smothered by puffballs she was
engulfed in fuzz. Seemed they did not want her to leave until a
resolution was made. Oh dear. You could not see her but she spoke out, “
-guess putting you in a category when you haven’t a clue was rude on my
part. That is so unlike me… You are your own person after all. No
“Y-yeah, none at all. N-not a single solitary person in the galaxy who has the same physical composition as I do.”
up she was a monster of fluff not even able to see. Yet, she did look
very much plushy. “ So no more speaking of him. Out the window.” Bepbo
did a motion of zipping her lip, if only you could see it…
“You w-won’t tell me who he is either?” Walky sighed in frustration
“ Huh? Wait… hold on. I thought the whole point of this was not to speak about him.” She slumped her shoulders, scratching her head trying to put two and two together. “ I’m confused.”
“I s-said I was annoyed because I didn’t know who he was! This is pretty flarping clear!
“ OOoooooohhhh – so it was not because I was making the comparison to Wander. It was because you had no idea about
him. Ohhhhhhh- It all makes so much sense now!” Doinks her head with
her disk palm. “ He’s a star nomad, with a neat banjo cute voice,
extremely sweet and always has everyone else’s best interest in mind.
Not to add when you hug him he’s like a little plush.”
“Y-yes, as I started multiple times…” She grumbled. “S-so why would anyone mistake him for me? I don’t have a banjo.”
Cause you have the same body structure on the outside perhaps? Pretty
much you have the female construction of their race.” Which is why there
was the misinterpretation of being a nomad.
g-guess that was the racial template chosen at creation. They d-did
used to call me ‘nomad’ before I c-chose my name…internally I’m
n-nothing like one at all.”
They?” Shaking off the remainder of the fuzzballs she was home free
from the smothering. Warm but got a little too claustrophobic after a
while. “ - and you chose your name? How?”
“I read a b-book, I saw a word, I liked it and made it my n-name. Simple as that.”
So.. you are not a star nomad and you were able to read when you were
born to decide your name.” She plopped into sitting, back to hugging
fluff. “ This is blowing my mind.”
wasn’t when I w-was born, I picked my name a few y-years later. I
d-don’t think it’s that surprising. D-did you really think everyone got
their name the same way? ”
No – but….” Walky did have a point, “ just so odd to see a different
upraising. Yet, you have been opening up my eyes to many things.”
“I’ve l-learned a lot about different cultures in my t-travels…if you want to know anything else.”
Would I!” Her whole life was dependent on improvement. If this could
get her on the level of understanding with Walky she was more than
willing. “ Tell me everything!”
“A…s-starting point would be helpful. I’ve been to a l-lot of places.
“ Perhaps the Phunulon planet? There is so little I know about that place but plenty of positive words about the attractions.”
isn’ a c-culture, It’s a planet that was originally barren before a
theme park c-company used it to make a planet sized park. It’s also
n-not really a full sized planet, more of a dwarf p-planet.”
See? That goes to show how little I know about that location. The more I
know.” Panning out her hands she produced a neon rainbow with sparkles
to detail that last sentence. “ is there a planet especially for fashion
may I ask?”
“Um…it’s a big g-galaxy and all, im sure there’s a lot of planets with countries dedicated to textile p-products and all….”
My planet is a textile planet also!” She exclaimed this with plenty of
dexterity. “ So you could say we are on that production list. We are
known for plenty of goods exported throughout the galaxy. Have you been
to the Crafter world?”
“Um…n-no? Reminder, the g-galaxy is really flarping big!”
that attitude she drew away from the sincerity and concern she was
approaching onto her. This whole time she was making her feel like an
imbecile. No more. “ Listen. There is so much I can take and this draws
the line. I deserve respect. These are simple questions because yes I
know little of you–”
Floating upward away from the fuzzballs she shook off, she was
levitating poking a floating finger at her chest. “ I know little of you
and every question you have prodded, ridiculed with your snark. How was
I suppose to know you have not been there? You just said how much you
Going forward she folded her arms with her back to her. “ I hope you
learn from this if I ever do see you. Yet after all, it is a flarping big galaxy so highly unlikely.” With that she was leaving. “ Good day.”
I’m sorry but it gets really annoying being asked the s-same questions
over and over again! and it’s n-not like you ever listened to my answers
because you asked the same ones! and you’re the one who kept getting
into my personal space and asked me p-personal things without any
regards to how I felt!”
She was fuming inside. Did she not realize she apologized for that
mistake? Excuse her for her curiosity and trying to get down to the
bottom of things. Being one that was so vague it was hard to get
anything out of her. Bepbo was only making small talk as best she could.
Yet, it was only walking on thin ice with this one and a repetitive
circle. With that Bepbo lifted her head upward not speaking. When she
said ‘good day’ that meant this was the end of the conversation, flying
off. Reputation or not, there was so much she could take. Some beings
were just best to remain acquaintances.