Biohazard

There arent many games that interest me now enough to actually buy the copy, but so far from what ive seen Pragmata is honestly a cute and interesting game.

A little different from the usual stuff on my blog but this genuinely the best version of the American anthem I have heard

Garmaron standing in front of the monastery waiting for Lloyd to open the door while kid Arin and Sora are sitting on his shoulders while kid Frak and Euphrasia are on his hips.

Each kid is holding like two toys each and Lloyd just stares at him when the door opens.

What to do with Freedom?

For years he has served the Demon King as his closest hand, enslaved and tarnished he was once a holy hero, revered through the land as soldier of the divine. Freeing the enslaved helping the needy. Even the Goddess viewed him as one of her favorite soldiers.

But one day it all changed and many legends sprouted in the absence of the truth. The one that became widely known the Demon King’s hound slayed the holy hero solidifying the Demon King’s rule.

Over the hundreds of years he acted on the Demon King’s will gaining the title Hound for his enslavement. Holy cities fell, kingdoms crumbled to his onslaught, thousands upon thousands perished to his blackened blade.

< posted on ao3 now here>

The Arkeyan marched forward, his body weary and tired, why did Kaos have to keep them so busy? Grumbling, he laid his sword and shield down on the shelf, this was his new routine since settling into the Academy. It was foreign, he was so used to his endless pursuit of missions to the point he would "rest" upright when he eventually got too tired to move. However, the other Skylanders, especially Spyro, were getting worried about him, he couldn't fathom it, their worried expressions when he returned from a long mission always plagued him. Why did they care so much about him? They barely interacted as is.

He laid down on the bed, not that he could feel it, though it was nice to rest the tension. It creaked as his full weight rested on it.

There was a knock at the door and a voice spoke up. "Um Chop Chop, it's me, Hugo, I have- I mean Master Eon is requesting to see you."

Then there were the residents of the Academy. Grumbling, he grabbed his sword and shield, opening the door to a trembling Hugo. He walked by as slowly as possible so as to not frighten him any more than he already had.

He saw how the residents of the academy looked at him, Hugo was always shivering when they managed to walk by each other. Tessa would always subtly reach for her knife until they walked by each other fully. Even Master Eon on occasion could be visibly scared of him, after an extremely brutal mission. Though a select few were not scared of him Cali and Buzz always greeted him without any waver in them, he often saw sparkles in their eyes when he would recount what happened on his mission.

"Master Eon, you called," He stood tall and proud, using his sword as a cane to hold his weight up.

What was it this time, maybe a leviathan getting too close to a shore? An escape from Cloudcracker prison? It didn't matter, he always was given jobs that were less than clean that the other Skylanders couldn't.

"Have you heard of the Sensei program?" 

Chop Chop tilted his head, "Of course."

Master Eon gave a slight smile. "I want you to join it, along with Flameslinger, Trigger Happy, Zook, Terrafin, Stealth Elf, Voodood, Wham Shell, Hex, and Dino Rang."

"Are you certain... this is a wise choice, Master Eon?" He fidgeted with his hand.

He had never taught anyone, and he wasn't exactly the strongest team player. Master Eon seemed to catch his fidgeting.

"Of course, Chop Chop, few can rival your swordsmanship, I must insist."

< - >

He marched down the hallway, an old habit that he couldn't get rid of from the age of Arkeyans. He found himself out in a field, he wasn't quite sure where it was, and he was lost in thought for so long. 

"Yo Chop Chop, where have you been!" A purple dragon landed next to him; the dragon began to stretch its wing. "Master Eon was worried about you bud."

"Hello Spyro." he shifted. "Just walking."

"Right," The dragon sat down and motioned for Chop Chop to do the same. "Look I know that you don't have the greatest track record when expressing yourself, but if you need to talk, we're here for you."

Chop Chop sat for a second thinking. "I don't know if I can do it, I know I told Master Eon I would, but-"

"You've never taught anyone before right, and you're worried you'll mess up." Spyro rested his head on the ground and stared up at the sky.

He nodded fiddling with his metal glove. The sky was starting to turn to night, he always found the night to be so much nicer than the burning day. How many sunsets had he watched since the fall of the Empire, he had come so far since those days, maybe-, no he had the will to conquer this new feeling he had.

Standing up, his armor clinked as he stood up. "Thank you, Spyro."

With that, he walked back the way he came with the dragon following behind him.

< - >

Chop Chop stood on the practice field, watching the recruits swing their swords. One word is all he needs to describe it, shoddy. Had they been Arkeyan's during the age of the Empire they would have been discarded.

"Everyone comes here." As he spoke everyone dropped their swords and immediately came over, his scary presence was good for one thing. "The day has grown long, we will resume tomorrow, keep working on your form."

"Sir look," one of the students spoke up.

Behind him, two sensei walked forward. Chop Chop recognized them as Ambush and Wild Storm, two relatively new Skylanders who were brought in specifically for the Sensei program. Even further behind them was a group of students.

"You must be Chop Chop," though Ambush didn't have a mouth, there was a peaceful tone to his voice.

Though Chop Chop could see them looking at the scratches, dents, and other nicks that littered both his armor and skeleton. He was analyzing them too immediately he could see the life and air attributes in them.

"We came to check in and see if you would like to join us for a feast for their first day," Wild Storm spoke up, getting straight to the chase.

He looked behind him, his students waiting for approval. Who was he to deny them this?

"Of course." He began to walk off after giving them the okay.

"Wait, don't you want to join us?" Spoke up Ambush.

He stopped in his tracks and looked back. "You want me to join?"

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Chop Chop settled onto the beach; the core of light beamed proudly behind him. Finally, the hard part was over. He could hear the sound of partying up above, Mabu and Skylanders dancing amongst each other in their shared victory. In his hand was what the Mabu called a "martini" not that he really needed to drink but everyone else was holding one.

After recuperating his ears Chop Chop ascended the stairs. He saw the smiles of his teammates and the Mabu, and a pang echoed in the deepest part of him. He knew if he walked further many smiles would fade and he would stand alone again, almost as if a bubble was put around him. Resigning himself to the staircase he watched from afar. 

Spyro and Cynder danced in some rhythmic way, most likely from their homeland. Hell, even Hex and Stealth Elf were showing off some elven dances. Even in the distance where they thought they were out of sight Cali and Flynn slow danced. Each one he watched he only grew sadder; they all had their friends those who they were close to, yet why didn't he have anyone? Was he truly so awful to be around?

<written on a03 bringing it here>

The skies rumbled as they sat powerless in the moving cell caravan. Shadowmilk's gut turned as he stared out the windows watching the sky darken to night. Looking on his allies face he could see it too dread, fear, happiness, and a multitude of feelings. 

"Maybe, he'll be kind this time?" Eternal Sugar tried to joke only getting murmurs of prayers in response.

Each of them remembering the first time they had seen his level of destruction. The pain the limbs flying, the dark silence that followed soon after as they watched his body drip with cookie blood.

Mystic Flour's face dropped further her closed eyes squinting harder as the fear tried to break her apathy.

The caravan stopped and the four beasts could hear the sound of astonishment coming from the guards. Then the caravan rocked and soon crashed onto its side forcing the four cookies to jumble around. Screams filled the air before pure silence blanketed the area.

A jagged blade struck the caravan carving its way abnormally close to Burning Spice's face before being ripped open by a knight shrouded in darkness.

"Get up."

His purple glowing eyes staring at them before walking away.

<Written on Ao3 bringing it here>

Jungleberry and Royal Berry stood on the dock watching the continent disappear before their eyes. The stress bound in his shoulders slowly lowering as he knew him and his wife were safer already. Jungleberries hand tightened before letting go bringing his attention back to reality. Before he could respond there was a thud next to him as his mother leaned on the railing staring at the continent as well.

"Queen Mother!" he smiled. "Have you already had your fill of juice?"

"No, I haven't drunk any yet," she sighed rubbing the back of her head. "I-" she tried to find the words to describe how she was feeling. "I wanted to check on you, make sure you are doing fine?"

"Of course, mother, now that we are leaving that dreadful continent," he resumed leaning on the railing. "I do not know how you and the others are able to do it," he looked at his shaking hand. "Fighting through all those monsters even with the help of others, it felt impossible and terrifying."

She stared at the water rippling from the boat, "It is difficult, but we prevailed, and everyone is still alive no less," her smile faltering as she noticed the look in her sons' eyes. "But that's not what's actually on your mind, is it?"

His grip on the railings tightened. "No, it isn't."

<posted on ao3 but wanted to post here too>

Deya watched as the boy reached for the amulet.

“The amulet dares call to a fleshbag!” growled Kanjigar.

Affirmations rang out throughout the spirit realm but that isn't what Deya was focusing on. The young boy looked exactly like… no it wasn't possible, she was surely just imagining it.

Slowly from within the spirit world she watched Jim become a trollhunter, every day him becoming more and more like the Jim that led her down her path. It was surreal she saw his highs and his lows but it never caused her to worry as she knew that Jim had to survive to meet her in the past.

“We needed to teach you that you would never be able to defeat Gunmar.” Kanjigar was giving another lesson to the young troll hunter.

The other spirits looked to her to see what she thought but she refused to speak, worried that she would slip up and hurt the timeline.

“For the Doom of Gunmar, eclipse is mine to command!”

Ah he was getting closer to what she recognized, that blackened armor with glowing red, she had spent so long pondering in her mind why her armor looked different than Jim’s but now it was making sense.

She watched him in the badlands slowly his movements were matching what she knew though they weren't inhibited by a wound so she could see how much strength he really had, and it dawned on her had he been at full strength he could have fought at the battle and easily defeated much of Gunmars army.

Deya leaned against the window watching Jim seeing him grapple with this problem.

“Jim!”

“Where’s Jim!"

“Finally becoming a true trollhunter.”

A flash of brightness and he was wearing the daylight armor, Deya could see he made his decision to sacrifice himself, it was noble and even though she knew it was meant to happen she couldn't help but feel sad for her friend.

“Jim! Are you there?”

Deya winced feeling the saddened memories trying to pull Jim from this decision

“What’s happening? Please let us in! Are you okay?”

“Jimbo!”

Deya flinched again, the memories fighting harder.

“Jim, they freed Morgana!”

Deya watched as terror crossed Jim’s face and in that moment she had unknowingly pushed him further into his decision

“Young Atlas, you are not alone! Don't do this! Open the door!”

But it was too late he had already submerged himself and Deya watched as the darkness surrounded him and pain echoed through the amulet 

Undertale Au doesnt have a name quite yet

Former Skeleton Knight

The idea is that this character's world has ended and through some way or another he managed to get seven human souls but it backfired and now he is filled with ideals that are not his own.

The main goal while creating this character was to have him tag along ink in a sort of multiversal event where he would interact with au's

Pt. 9

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this is where the story begins I've set up the lore so now ill be posting the actual story of what's happening

< - >

He looked around, soft smiling faces surrounded it. Its body felt lethargic, soft to the touch as if it was ready to fall apart at any moment. Yet great strength coursed through his bones. Sluggishly he lifted himself floating to alleviate his body.

“Hello little one, can you speak?” 

“Who- Who are you?” his voice came out soft and warbly like a new chick trying to squeak, wait how did he know that?

“Hm, we will need a name for ourselves so that they may speak to us,” a voice rang out.

“But with our plans they could easily be misinterpreted.”

“Agreed,” affirmations rang out like crazed whispers.

“You may call us Witches' little one.”

The cookie frowned as the meaning of the word was drilled into his head, but the more he thought about it the more he couldn't connect it to what he was seeing. “In that case what am I? Who am I?”

“Little one you are the Fount of Knowledge, a Virtue, and one of the first few we have created to guide our world to fruition.”

“Few?”

There was chuckling filling the air and a murmur of affirmations ringing out once more. Time seemed to speed up as he watched the other virtues be made. Sugar of Happiness, Saint of Volition, Herald of Change, and Warrior of Solidarity.

The Fount of Knowledge watched as they awoke, they were slow and took longer to gain their bearings and had more difficulty understanding what the Witches were saying. Were they inferior to him? Or is it because he embodied knowledge?

“There, now say hello to your new friends, Fount,” one of the Witches spoke up.

He nodded floating down to them staring at each of them taking in their appearance. “Greetings, it is an honor to meet you.”

He bowed lightly and the others matched his movement. He could tell by the look on their faces they didn't know what to think of this either, he could tell they knew they had a purpose, but it was all still so new to them that it overshadowed them.

Almost in an instant they were teleported, the bright sky illuminating onto their skin.

Saint looked into the sky, the light burning her eyes forcing her to close them slightly. “Where are we?” The grass rustled under her feet as she walked.

“The Witches world,” Fount spoke up using his staff to help stabilize his floating. “They called it Earth.”

There was a deep breath as Herald filled his massive chest. “What beauty and it is not even filled yet.” He stepped forward next to them staring out into the vastness, a twinkle in his eyes.

“What a nice beginning, so much to do, so much to bring,” a soft smile crossed Sugar’s lips as she joined the group.

The Knight stepped forward as well, nodding along as he planted his sword into the ground standing like a statue.

“You’re right, there's so much to do!” he smiled lightly. “We will lead them into righteousness.” Even as he said it a pit formed in his stomach, the vastness of this land, the likely diverse people, could they truly make an impact on its inhabitants?

Fount walked through the empty spire, holding his key staff close to his chest. “It’s quite empty…” he paused. “And quite small… compared to the others.”

There was soft laughter filling the air from the Witches' voices. “Yes it is small, but that is because of your power.”

“My power?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Tap the souljam on your staff, until you can learn to tap into it without touching. This is the best way to access it.”

Fount lightly tapped the crystal on his staff a surge of energy flowed into his hand, gasping he clenched and unclenched his hand feeling the power bottle up and itching to be released. Touching the walls black’s, blue’s, and gold’s filled the area. Following along he watched the inside change to vast rooms filled with anything he could possibly need.

Saint of Volition walked through the mountain tops wondering why the Witches would place her so high up. There were stairs of course, but to travel up these stairs would surely give some poor soul a heart attack.

“You do not seem happy Saint?” the voice rang out into the air.

“No, I am grateful Witches, this gift is far too kind,” she spoke softly, her mind wandering over the vast expanse of the area. She will need to set someone at the halfway point to make sure they can get up to her. “I was not expecting such a high point for those to visit me.”

“That is because you will play an important role, to grant wishes to those who visit you so the land may be populated with new things.”

Herald walked around the temple grounds, blank walls, how very dull, he would need to fix that quickly. He could see there were spaces to put artwork so he supposed he would put them there.

“Is everything okay Herald, you have been very quiet.” The voice continued. “If you wish you wield the power of change you can make it look however you want.”

“Quite, I am beginning my plans and how I will decorate this temple.” he lied, continuing his exploration of the temple, changing aspects here and there now knowing it would not be rude.

Sugar looked at the vast expanse of her garden, the beauty of it filling her with reverence, “For me?” she whispered, flying over it.

“Of course, Sugar, you shall grant great happiness here to all cookies who seek it,” the voice spoke softly as it followed her.

“There is so much to do, so much joy to bring,” a soft but worried smile crossed her face.

“Warrior, are you listening?” the voice rang out to the knight.

The warrior looked up at the church. His eyes analyzed the details of the stained glass.

“It is nice.”

“Okay… as the wielder of solidarity you will need to fight alongside your friends and protect our creations from many threats.”

Makuta: First Toa of Shadow

Mask: Mask of Control

Other epithets: The Warrior, The Traitor

Lore: Every villain has their origin, Makuta started off as a Matoran of Shadow (Shadow being a natural element in this au), in time he would come across Ekimu and the great spirit would lead the two to create their special masks turning them into Toa. As Makuta saved Matoran he gained the epithet "The Warrior" But as time went on he noticed how the matoran looked down upon him and his fellow toa of shadow leading him to leave the Toa order him and Ekimu created, along with many other toa of shadow. At this point he was still good even fighting alongside Ekimu to defeat Helryx, but he fell into a pool of antidermis turning him evil forcing the two friends to clash.