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mxliv-oftheendless · 5 years

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Green Wounds, Ch. 6

Alright, we’re back with Green Wounds! I gave you guys a short filler that ended on a bit of a cliffhanger last time, but I promise this’ll make up for it! At least, I hope so lol. I’m actually seriously excited for you guys to read this chapter; it’s the first thing I wrote for this story, and it’s quite possibly my favorite scene out of the whole dang thing. I really really hope I did this scene justice, but I guess I’ll find out. Also on a side note, this picture is my favorite so far lol I love it.

Now without further ado, read on and enjoy!

All manner of folk came to the baby prince’s christening, even a trio of pixies who sought to foster peace and goodwill.

The christening had been wonderful so far for all parties. Gifts had been given for the baby prince throughout the day, and at the moment a crowd of people from all over the kingdom was gathered in the throne room, dressed to their finest, while King Ace and Queen Jeanette sat on their thrones. Off to the side, on a lower platform, was a bassinet, and inside the bassinet was the baby prince himself.

He was a month old now, so it was still a bit too early to figure out where he had inherited most of his traits from, but most people who had seen him said he looked rather like his mother. He was a bit small for a normal baby, but other than that was healthy and happy. His parents had named their newborn son Eric, and Eric had spent most of the day either dozing or blinking up at the people who looked at him.

Many in the kingdom had left gifts for their new prince. But there were those who had decided to bestow gifts from outside the kingdom as well.

Tiny male voices floated into the room, and the King and Queen, as well as the crowd, looked up as three pixies flew into the throne room, dressed in pink, green, and blue. Two of them, the pink and blue pixies, seemed to be bickering, while the green pixie was looking around in fascination.

As they flew closer to the King and Queen, the green pixie’s eyes fell on the cradle, and he grinned excitedly. “Look, there’s the baby!” he said to the other two, pointing to the bassinet. “I love babies!”

“Yes, I know, Erik, but concentrate, please,” the pink one said to him. “I’m not telling you again.”

Queen Jeanette smiled welcomingly at them as they hovered in front of the thrones, while King Ace gave them a look that seemed rather… impassive.

The pink pixie, who seemed to be the leader, went first. “Greetings, Your Majesties. I am Vinnie of the Moorland Fair Folk.” He bowed to them.

The blue pixie went next, also bowing. “I’m Tommy, Your Kingship… and, Queenship.”

The green pixie bowed next. “And I’m Erik, Your Royalnesses.”

Queen Jeanette looked at him. “Forgive me, but your name is Erik?”

Erik looked rather surprised at being directly acknowledged, but after getting a gesture to reply from Vinnie he bowed his head again. “Uh, yes… ma’am. Erik with a ‘K’.”

Queen Jeanette smiled slightly. “How funny—that is the name of our son.”

The pixie now was incredibly surprised. “Really?”

“Indeed… though his name is Eric with a ‘C’.”

Erik smiled. “Huh,”

Queen Jeanette turned to her husband, who was still looking silently at the pixies. “They bring gifts for our son, I believe,”

“We do,” Tommy said, smiling eagerly. He made excited gestures with his hands. “But these are not just any old gifts. For you see, we are magic!”

“And very good with children,” Vinnie couldn’t help but add.

King Ace seemed to be considering how to reply, and for a moment the pixies wondered if he would turn them down. But then he nodded and waved his hand. “Very well. Go on.”

The pixies grinned at each other, then flew over to the bassinet. Vinnie went first, smiling down at Eric and waving his hands, sending wisps of pink magic over the baby boy. “Sweet Eric, I wish for you the gift of kindness,”

He flew to the side and let Tommy go next. Twisting blue magic cascaded over the prince. “My wish is that you will never be blue, only happy, all the days of your life,”

Last to go was Erik. He smiled eagerly and let light green magic curl around his hands. “Sweet baby, my wish for you, is that you find—”

He never finished.

A powerful gust of wind tore through the room, blowing out all the candles and making the chandeliers groan and creak as they swayed dangerously above everyone’s heads. Grey clouds rolled over the sun, dimming its cheerful light and throwing the throne room into a light shadow. The powerful wind threw some of the people off-balance, and the three pixies were forced to grip the edge of the cradle so they wouldn’t be blown away. Cries of fear went up.

Then a dark shadow appeared on the wall, and footsteps echoed through the hall along with the constant, rhythmic tap of a walking stick. The cries died down to shocked, fearful murmurs as the crowd parted to make way for the surprise guest and the inky-black cat that followed at his heels.

Despite his best efforts to stay calm, Ace’s entire face went pale. In her throne beside him, Queen Jeanette could only stare blankly, though she was looking rather intimidated. The eyes of the three pixies widened and they whispered in panicked voices, “Starchild!”

A few more steps toward the thrones, and the dark figure came into the partially-dim sunlight.

It was indeed Starchild. Compared to the humans surrounding him, the faerie was perhaps of average height. But what he lacked in stature he made up in appearance. His paper-white face, the black star over his eye, and his blood-red lips all made for an off-putting look, combined with the look of cold, mild amusement on his face, as though the fear of the humans was simply rather entertaining. He wore all black—a black jacket with silver-studded collar and cuffs over a black and silver very-low-cut vest, black leather pants, and black platform boots that raised him up a few inches, all underneath a long black cape that showed off scatterings of silver glitter when he moved. In his left hand was his black walking stick, the constant echoing taps making everyone go silent. His entire appearance gave off a sort of poise and terrifying elegance. His cold eyes, which were fixated particularly on Ace as he approached, had a gleam of sinister anticipation—he’d made the right choice in choosing to bide his time. He’d been waiting so long for this day, and right now, it felt so much better than it would have been if he had just destroyed everything at once.

Not that he planned on doing that at all, however. Oh no; he was going to make sure everything Ace had worked for his entire life would slowly and systematically crumble.

When he had neared the steps to the platform where the cradle was, he finally stopped, with one final echoing tap of his walking stick. Starchild kept the cold look of amusement on his face. “Well, well,” he said pleasantly, as though this all was simply mildly yet pleasantly surprising. He let a sinister smile creep onto his face as he glided up the steps, his cape trailing behind him and Peter following.

“What a glittering assemblage, King Ace.” His tone was clearly mocking, and the fact that he was speaking directly to Ace made Queen Jeanette’s head turn to look at her husband. Peter jumped up to sit on his shoulder, and Starchild raised a hand to idly stroke his fur as he looked around at the crowd in pretend-interest. “Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and…” He turned to see the pixies by the cradle, Vinnie trying to glare at him. His smile widened, now having a tinge of genuine amusement, and he chuckled. He’d been wondering where the three pixies had disappeared to. “How quaint,” he sneered. “Even the rabble.”

Tommy and Erik sank down slightly, lowering their gazes, while Vinnie bravely stayed where he was.

Starchild turned from them to look back at Ace, and very nearly frowned. His face was still pale, and he looked afraid… but not afraid enough.

Starchild raised his head and projected his voice so that it echoed throughout the hall. “I must say,” he kept his voice light, full of faux-concern, “I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation…” he trailed off, blinking innocently at Ace, as though to imply he wanted an explanation.

Ace finally spoke. “You’re not welcome here.” His voice was curt, but too quiet to be actually threatening.

The expectant look dropped from Starchild’s face, replaced by a look reminiscent of a kicked puppy. His eyes lowered, and he let out whimpering noises, as though he were about to burst into tears.

Then the look flipped into one of cruel humor, and instead of crying, Starchild smiled and began to laugh sinisterly. “Oh dear,” he chuckled. “What an awkward situation…”

Queen Jeanette leaned forward, her face still one of fear. “But you’re not offended?” she asked Starchild, her voice sounding slightly hopeful. Despite how much he was enjoying himself, he felt a quick pang of sympathy for the woman. She couldn’t be blamed for all this, and unlike her husband, she was afraid simply because of his frightening display. It wasn’t her fault she was married to such a horribly selfish man.

But even so…

Starchild turned to her, laughing lightly. “Oh, you silly dear,” he smiled sweetly at her like she was a cute little girl, “of course not. And to show that I bear no ill will… I, too, shall bestow a gift on the child.”

At that, Ace shot to his feet, now as afraid as Starchild wanted him to be. “No! We don’t want your gift!”

Peter hissed at him, and surprisingly, it made Ace fall still as Starchild glided over to the cradle.

“Stay away from the prince!” Vinnie demanded as he neared.

Tommy and Erik flew back up again. “Yes, stay away!” Erik echoed.

Starchild smirked. How adorable. With a simple flick of his hand he sent the pixies flying across the room into a small ornate chest, the lid slamming over them and trapping them inside.

Peter jumped off his shoulder onto the cradle’s canopy, and they both looked down at the baby boy lying inside. He stared uncomprehendingly back at Starchild, making the faerie wonder if he even knew what was going on… or what was about to happen.

Starchild stared at the baby for a long moment, letting out a remarking hum. It was the ever-so-annoying conscientious part of him that was making him pause. Are you really so cruel as to curse a little baby? it whispered, sounding desperate. He’s done nothing to you. It’s Ace you want to harm. If you do this, there’s no turning back.

But then Starchild thought of his wings. His beautiful black wings, the wings he’d never thought to cherish more until he no longer could. The wings that had been ripped away by the man who told him he loved him, all so he could have some meaningless crown on his head.

Starchild lifted his hand and made a slow circular motion in the air, deep purple magic swirling around his fingers. “Listen well, all of you,” he proclaimed, his voice echoing once more. He waved his hand so that waves of the deep purple magic cascaded over the baby boy. “The prince shall indeed grow in grace and kindness… beloved by all who meet him…”

Queen Jeanette, who had stood up alongside Ace, spoke again, perhaps in an attempt to mollify him. “Th-That’s a lovely gift,”

Starchild raised his head to glance at her, then turned his eyes to Ace. Ace shook his head at him, not quite pleading, but still rather desperately. “Don’t do this,” he begged, his voice so low only Starchild could hear.

How funny; he assumed he had a say in the matter.

Starchild raised a finger and pressed it to his red lips, almost playfully. Then he turned to straighten up and step away from the cradle. This was where, to use the human phrase, the other shoe would drop. And oh, would it drop.

But as Starchild turned his head, something in the far corner of the room caught his eye.

It was a spinning wheel, pushed haphazardly into the corner, but placed in such a way that the spindle still caught some sunlight. The tip of the spindle gleamed especially brightly.

Starchild almost grinned as his plan changed. He thought his original plan had been good… but this was even better.

“But…” He stepped away from the cradle so he was in the center of the platform, and lifted his arms. Deep purple magic trailed after his hands and enveloped his body like flames as his eyes gleamed the same purple. “Before the sun sets on his sixteenth birthday, he will prick his finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel, and fall into a sleep like death! A sleep from which he will never awaken!”

A wave of the purple magic left him and traveled over to the baby boy, washing over him as his curse began to bind itself to the infant.

Whatever pride that had kept Ace from outright pleading was now gone. “Starchild, please don’t do this! I’m begging you!” He sounded incredibly desperate now.

Starchild’s mouth quirked up in a smile. Now that was the reaction he’d been hoping for. But now his mind was turning again. Perhaps he could work with this…

“I like you begging,” he remarked to Ace, his enjoyment in his voice. “Do it again.”

For a moment, Ace hesitated. His eyes left Starchild to look out at the now-silent crowd, who had been watching the entire thing. He didn’t particularly want to kneel, Starchild knew.

He was about to repeat his command when Ace slowly sank down to his knees. His eyes flicked briefly to the men watching from the side, before gazing at him imploringly. “I beg you,”

Starchild smiled wickedly at him. “All right,”

Hesitant relief came to Ace’s expression, but it quickly vanished when Starchild spoke aloud again. “The prince can be woken from his death-sleep. But only by…” he stared right at Ace, “true love’s kiss.”

He turned to look out at the crowd, raising his arms above his head. “This curse will last to the end of time!” he declared, his magic coiling tightly around him. “No power on Earth can change it!”

The magic exploded, flying out over the crowd and sending many to the ground. The crowd screamed in panic as the floor rumbled and the clouds outside darkened until they blocked out the sun’s light completely.

Grinning widely, Starchild walked briskly down the steps and left the hall, Peter bounding after him. He was sure he would never forget this day—it had turned out to be so much better than he could have possibly hoped. Intoxicating joy surged through him, and he threw back his head and began to laugh as he left the hall. It was a loud, wicked cackle that bounced off the walls and bore into the skulls of all who heard it. As Queen Jeanette raced to the cradle to check on her son, Ace stayed where he was, watching Starchild strut away, cackling loudly and carelessly.

And his laughter was all Ace could hear as Starchild swept out of the hall and vanished.

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theinternetisfulloftrash · 3 years

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Maybe pitchforks and torches is a bit much, mostly because we care about you too much to employ violence, but I'm definitely checking your page once a day to see if any FAFLA update has happened 😏 (not just for your fun posts and answers) xx

<3 <3 <3 <3

Oh boy... It would be right and valid for a small mob to have formed on my doorstep at this point. I'll be honest. I've gotten pretty slack on the update schedule ;)

There's just a lot that goes into updates now. Back when I started working on this fic, I had like 5 followers, no one was really reading the damn thing. I was writing for just me and didn't have any expectations to live up to? Now, I feel like I have to do it justice because there are people legitimately invested. It's like a sense of duty to perform. I'm glad it has love. It's really freakin' cool that people give a shit at all about what I'm doing over here (writing and otherwise). I am confused every day why you guys are here and why more of you keep showing up.

I feel really lucky to have found a dope corner of the internet to hang out in, and I really appreciate all of you guys so, so much.

Update is coming, and because I'm such an asshole, I've included a little teaser of the new chapter below the cut

Anon referencing my tags on THIS post and is being sweet and thoughtful while quietly letting me know that if I hold out much longer on the FAFLA content, they're reaching for the tools of the rioter trade ;)

THIS IS JUST A TEASE AND IT'S NOT NECESSARILY AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTER. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

He didn't even turn the lights on before he flopped down on the bed in his room. He just laid there with his shoes on staring up at the ceiling. All he could think about was how much he hated the internet and social media, and about wishing he could go back and do anything and everything to keep that special moment private.

He dug his phone out of his pocket and stared at a screen full of notifications. His publicist, his manager, his friends, all of them had seen it, and all of them had questions. He tapped out an annoyed reply to his publicist that he copied and pasted to Liz:

'I had dinner with someone and a sever took our fucking picture and decided it was a good idea to post it to fucking Twitter. I'm not fucking happy about it and I don't really give a shit about perception or optics, so don't start with that shit. I don't want to talk about it. Just do what you can to suppress it. Right now I just want to protect what's left of her privacy.'

He opened a message from Sarah that was just a bunch of heart emojis. He loved her. She always knew exactly what to say, even when it was nothing at all. He texted back a single heart.

Tyler had texted him as well:

T-Pose: I'm sorry man. I know how important your privacy is to you. Call me later if you want.

The messages from his friends were a lot less accusatory than the ones he'd just read and it softened him a bit.

Dylan: Thanks Ty.

He sighed and reluctantly opened his Twitter app. Time to assess the full extent of the damage. His mentions were always a minefield, but he clicked them anyway. The usual fan edits and general 'ti amo' posts were littered with screen captures and crops of the same photo. The photo of them. He scrolled for too long reading what everyone had to say about something that they shouldn't have even seen until he wanted to scream. Then, he went to the page of the original poster and clicked on her tweet.

Served Dylan O'Brien at work the other night! 🤗🤩

And there it was. The picture. God. He wished she'd taken any other photo. That night he'd been trying to hide, played coy and made a mystery of himself. He'd invited this. It was his fault. He tapped on the picture and despite his frustration, he couldn't help but smile. Ameila was smiling in the beautifully inviting way that she always did, and she was smiling at him. He pinched to zoom in on her and felt his anger cool, disappointment and sadness beginning to meld with it into a turbulent feeling of regret and loss.

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien smut #FAFLA fic #FAFLA ask #anon #anon ask #ask #LOVE YOU ANON #sorry there isn't an update there every day when you check <3

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xnchxntmxnt · 3 years

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Hey this is for your matchups which again yayyy congrats on nearly 200!! Anyways for my matchup:

1-3) My nickname is Em, she/her and idm who you pair me with

4) I'd describe myself as shy at first then once you get to know me I'll open up, an overthinker and I like to be organized

My hobbies are writing, I really love it alot, I also like to draw if I get time and I love music alot too

In a partner I'd look for someone who makes me laugh and who's patient

For dealbreakers it's pretty general but I couldn't be with someone who doesn't consider other ppl's feelings

5) I don't have an aesthetic but I like pastel aesthetics but then I also like dark aesthetics and light academia so it's a mix I guess

6) Colours to describe me would be teal blue and silver, well according to you anyways

7) Right now I'd say my favourite song is Tru Luv Street by Awfultune or Fight Night Champion by Cyberbully Mom Club

8) Idk about a specific genre but some artists I like rn are: Awfultune, Carpetgarden, Cavetown, Clem Turner, Cyberbully Mom Club, Girl in Red, Joji, Lorde, Matt Maltese and Twenty One Pilots (sorry that's alot)

9) Ooh and I wanted to include that my favourite book is Radio Silence by Alice Oseman

Thank you in advance and also ily, you deserve all the love and more!! <3

EM MY BELOVED I HAVE DONE IT

@sugasfanfics this was so fun wtf like-- ugh i love this

ANYWAY i know i already kinda spilled the beans but im gonna match you with....

✧𝐴𝑘𝑎𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝐾𝑒𝑖𝑗𝑖✧

AGASHIII

and no it's not just because you're already in love w him i have good reasoning behind this because i said so anyWAY

✧𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑀𝑒𝑡✧

how you met, for in case you cant see my fancy text

Cafe

C a f e

But like

A cafe specifically for nerds

This is just my like 2nd dream job okay but like hear me out

They have coffee & tea & a bookshelf full of old books and a chalkboard

You can write all over the chalkboard

You write super tiny and just let a little mini vent out in the corner because you’re stressed out and need to get everything off your chest

BUT you come back the next day and there’s a little note in the same little corner

Your message is gone

But instead is a little note from someone

“If you ever need to talk to someone, let me know”

And an Instagram username

So you give it a shot and you’re like why not talk to this random person Y’know maybe make a new friend if anything just thank them for the offer

You message him and start talking (and low key stalk his page just to see what he’s like, or maybe that’s just me being a snoop) and he’s actually really cool! So you guys meet up and get coffee and actually start talking all the time it’s really sweet

✧𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠✧

general headcanons

When i think of akaashi, I think of stars

When i think of you, i think of picnics and for some reason, water

Like the ocean

SO EVEN IF ITS NOT THE OCEAN

Your ‘spot’ is by this lake where he took you on a date one time

Maybe for an anniversary or something

But you guys did a little picnic dinner thing and were out when the sun went down so sat and stared at the stars

You buried a rock there and both of you like to stand on that spot where the rock is when youre there with the other

Or send the other a picture like “hiii baby look what i found” w your shoe in the picture

Bokuto is your #1 shipper high key

Like he thinks you two are so cute

He loves you so much too like

He and akaashi are kinda a package deal so like if ur dating akaashi ur dating bokuto just with less kissing (bokuto likes to kiss your cheek or forehead) (after making sure this was ok with akaashi of course) (ur his girlfriend of course)

But anyway just bokuto

He’s so sweet

And so clueless

You two will be walking together and then he’ll just walk up behind you and sling his arms over your shoulders

If youre holding hands w akaashi? He’ll put his hand over both of yours

God now i wanna write a fic but anyway

Bo is just the sweetest and is akaashi’s #1 hype man when he’s worried about a date

He’s ur #2 bc im ur #1 sorry to tell u

Bo totally tried to coin the platonic soulmates thing i love you kou but gtfo my em

Im arguing with fictional characters

ANYWAY

When akaashi is stressed he likes to wrap his arms around you and lay his head against your neck

He’ll never admit it out loud because he thinks its weird but he thinks you smell nice

When he’s starting to overthink too much + spiral he just will grab you and hug you until all the bad thoughts go away

When he thinks to of course

When he doesn’t, there are times you gotta find him and calm him down

Which he loves so much

Sit him down on the floor so he feels more grounded and hold his hand (or hook pinkies that's so cute i jhbflebf) (not the time spencer gtfo)

That way ur not crowding him but you’re still there y'know

And sometimes he’ll talk, sometimes you need to talk him down, sometimes you just sit in silence

Eventually he will lean forward into you and hug you because he doesn't want to talk, but he wants you to know he’s okay

Rub his back, kiss his head, you’ll both be okay

He’s really good with you too

When you’re stressed out he might push a couple buttons but he means well

He just wants to know who made his star upset (he calls you his star or darling convince me otherwise)

So he pushes buttons until you finally talk about it because obviously it’s bothering you why wouldn't you talk about it?? He just wants to fix it??

Sometimes this gets more irritating, sometimes it helps, it depends on the day

But even if you do get into an argument, expect to hear from him before the end of the night apologizing because he feels so bad for arguing with you that he doesn’t even care what the argument was about he just wants to make sure you still love him

I think im getting off topic but tbh this part is always just me rambling lol

Another thing I think of when I think of akaashi is rain. I don't know why but i do

You have to at least know OF the notebook & the rain scene to get this

I don't know the book lol i just know this much and i'm a dork so we’re using it & some quotes just a heads up

But just imagine its pouring and you’re bored and text him like “i wish i could see you but its raining & we didn't really make plans & i don't want you to get caught in the rain anywhere”

This mfer

RUNS ALL THE WAY TO UR HOUSE

JUST SHOWS UP

OUT OF NO WHERE

And being the freakin

book nerd he is

He texts you and goes “I wrote you 365 letters.”

And then just “(come to the door and I’ll finish the quote)”

So you bolt to the front door

And there he is

Soaking wet & smiling like an idiot

“I wrote to you everyday for a year.”

To which you start laughing and barley are able to make out a “it wasn’t over’ (which is the beginning of the next quote) before kissing him

And this jerk pulls you out in the rain with him because WHAT is more romantic than kissing in the rain

Nothing

Anyway he ends up with a cold but you give him some of the clothes you probably stole from him to get into dry clothes and you cuddle under the covers with tea

After you smack him (playfully of course) because “you IDIOT keiji it's pouring out here!!” “I wanted to see you too so i ran over” “you're impossible”

Anyway yeah #emkaashiotp

✧𝐴 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐼𝑑𝑒𝑎✧

a date idea

Bookstore

I'm really good at naming places aren't i

Anyway

Bookstore date

But do something fun where the two of you have to go through an aisle and find a random page and read it in the like

How do i explain this

Make it sound suuuuper sexual without it actually being that way and not laugh

Whoever loses buys lunch

Lets just say you lose a lot dear im sorry (he insists on buying anyway, sometimes he wins that argument)

You’re smiley :) (guys her smile is so cute ebflbejfb em ILY)

Oh also doesn’t matter if he bought lunch or not he always gets you something

Whether it be that book you decided you couldn't get this time or a little trinket that reminded him of you, or sometimes it’s just ice cream

It’s all very sweet (hahaha pun)

He always walks you home and gives you a little kiss when he drops you off

Doesn’t leave till you’re inside & he knows you’re good

You make him promise to text you when he gets home

Which he does, without fail

✧𝑍𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑐 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦✧

zodiac compatibility

Sagittariuses are very intelligent, fair-minded & honest, similar to a Libra’s cleverness & rationale. Because of this similarity, trust is a huge thing in these relationships. It can be all or nothing, but finding balance is important to keep both people happy. Luckily, Libras are very good at this. From everything I’ve seen, these signs together have a very high compatibility and can have a very long-withstanding and healthy relationship.

✧𝐴𝑒𝑠𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐✧

aesthetic

✧𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡✧

playlist

House of Gold - Twenty-One Pilots

Lvr Boy - awfultune

A Shitty Love Song - Jye

Darling Get Up - awfultune

Something Just Like This - Alex Goot

✧𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑈𝑝✧

runners up

Nishinoya Yuu, Sugawara Koushi

#//ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴜᴘꜱ

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steve0discusses · 6 years

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Yugioh S1 Ep 47: Man I wish this was episode 69 so I could just write “Dice.”

Lets see how our favorite Pharaoh is faring, starting up with a duel against this guy who was making a game, and then got hella distracted and ended up shoving five games into one game like he has game designer ADD.

Duke Devlin is the most sane person we’ve dueled but also the most obsessive human we’ve met, if that makes sense. Because I’m that type of person, here’s a little chart I made to explain what I mean.

(read more under the cut)

So, this is just how my brain has been cataloguing the people we’ve spent actual time with. I separate them first into “are they a guy or are they a god?” (Yugi and Ryou kind of being in a vague area in the middle, but I didn’t feel like making a third row for 2 people)

Then, my brain separates them into three categories

the psychopaths, AKA people who cannot let go of a grudge and so live in a near constant state of rage and/or a superiority/inferiority complex. Not necessarily a BAD person just...youknow...

the normies, AKA people who are kind of just there and for the most part hold it together really well.

and the "OOPS! I screwed it!?!” category AKA people who are generally harmless but, for reasons largely out of their control, have a trigger that will send them right off and into the obsessive-cray zone. They don’t want to derail the whole show/get abducted for the millionth time/have yet another complete melt down, it’s just that there was a huuuuge misunderstanding. They’re not really WANTING to murder anyone, it’s just...sometimes people are there at the wrong time and its just gonna happen and what do you do? They probably deserved it? They probably deserved it.

Now this isn’t a good to evil type of scaling, especially since in this show a lot of our characters are morally gray, but it is a bit of a scaling of “what type of far gone are they?” And off the top of my head here’s where I classify them.

Also, I’m in S1 so all of this will probably change. Joey isn’t like super Psychopathic or anything, it’s just that he acts a lot like Kaiba sometimes in how he gets pissed off and holds a grudge against people he barely knows so I feel like he crosses the line enough in my brain to lump them together. I’m on the fence about Bakura. He’s just sort of too random at the moment.

I realize now that I have Panic on here for some reason. I dunno why, I guess I really liked that guy.

And so, of our humans, Duke really freakin screwed it this episode. Like he was really far off the mark, but I don’t think he’s a psychopath or anything. He’s just some guy who screwed it. And Duke, because he’s kinda obsessive-cray is just diving all in on those dice. I mean, when you have a single dice dangle earring, you gotta commit all the way.

But in the meantime, Duke is still dragging Joey, and Pharaoh is still freakin pissed because youknow...that’s sort of his natural state.

My brother tells me this game is actually a very fun GBA game but it really doesn’t seem like my thing. Seems kind of like Megaman Battle Network, if that makes any sense? But with a Carcasonne aspect to it?

Anyway, last episode Joey just really wanted to get close to these girls, and this episode he gets his wish granted, only to realize that this school is about 85% bullies.

How is it playing a game your competitor has never heard of before and then purposely not telling him the rules NOT counted as cheating? Not like it mattered.

And so then we find out the reason that Duke Devlin is out to get Yugi--and it’s a humdinger.

That’s right, he’s a Pegasus apologist--and it’s like are you SURE there, Duke? Are you certain that this is the cliff you want to die on before you oops! duel an actual god?

I feel like you could just swim through all of the paperwork that is all of the evidence we’ve dug up on Pegasus, as if it were Scrooge McDuck moneypit amounts of evidence. That’s how much evidence we have. And yet, here we have a Pegasus apologist.

Duke was inventing this game on a computer--which makes you wonder why he made it into an actual board game since with all those moving dice parts, it would just be waaaaay better on a computer but...youknow. He emails Pegasus, as you do when you have a game idea, and for some reason, Pegasus actually responds.

You’d think that this dice game which operates entirely on RNG would actually be real effective against the psychic but...I guess the eyeball still made him win? Anyways, Duke is so enamored, he’s decided Pegasus is his new best friend, and just jumps into that helicopter thinking this will be the first day of the rest of his life and he couldn’t be more excited and that nothing could ever ruin it. Alas, look at this timing:

Apparently, after the tourney ended, Pegasus became unreachable...because I mean, he’s got a lot to digest after years of being possessed by a millennium item and killing a whole ton of people. (not to mention the staggering realization that, in this state, he painted his spooky dead wife like 400 times always in the same exact dress) After about...only 2 days or so of not being able to reach Pegasus, Duke decides “I know what I’ll do, I’ll clear Pegasus’ name by dragging his victims on national television! That always works!”

Pharaoh hears this story, unblinking, and is like “WTF”

Normally in kid’s programming, you have to tell some sort of moral, and there must always be some overwhelming positive reward for good behavior. But Yugioh doesn’t do that, they show that you can do good things, be a hero and save the day and that despite all that you will get dragged through the coals for it. That’s just life. you can’t ever be the hero without also being someone else’s curse.

So, it’s a play on a normal quest formula, where beating the villain usually means that you did it, the quest is over. The season is done. Everyone’s happy. But, there’s a pretty strong underlying theme in all of Yugioh, that beating a villain isn’t an “end”, it doesn’t actually solve the core problem if everyone else still acts and operates the same way as they did before. You have to unlearn being an asshole and damn, that’s a hard habit to break.

Like how Kaiba didn’t know how to solve his problems after Pharaoh wiped his mind, Duke doesn’t know how to solve this problem without Pegasus. Now that Pegasus is removed, Duke is reacting similar to Kaiba loosing half his brain (which was a hell ton of anger and lashing out).

So, even though Pharaoh decided he’s not gonna do that mind-wipe thing anymore, he’s still that power-reset force that no one asked for. Like Kaiba, Duke has to start his business model over from square one, and much like Kaiba was, he’s in complete denial and desperate to see what he wants to see.

And then, it’s been a while, how’s that splash screen action looking?

Ah. For once it’s not spooky. Did we even get a splash screen for Rebecca? Or like any of the digital arc? Hm. I don't’ remember. Feels like years ago.

Next week, on Yugioh:

Yugi’s normal jacket is just at the dry cleaners, right? Like Grandpa was like “listen, son, it’s growing moss, please let me sanitize this”

So did Bakura just take that eyeball and bounce or is he just busy doing makeup homework? Maybe he’s secretly intending to graduate.

Did anyone clear this with Grandpa or did he just turn on his TV just now and go “Oh Hell, Yugi.”

#yugioh #yugioh recap #photo recap #s1 ep 48 #wow only one more episode #and then this season is over #yugi muto #duke devlin #joey wheeler in a dog suit #tristan taylor #tea gardner #way too many dice

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Hey hat Stan! Do you write fluffy things?? Cause if you do! Well I just want to ask if you could make me a very fluffy hatter + nobuaki meeting each other crack fic- (if you don't want to I understand! :3)

I'll be real with you: I don't really do RPF normally.

But, for my buddy @a-simp-20 ? And because this prompt is very fun? I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna go for it.

I must warn you: I have exactly zero knowledge of what Kaneko Nobuaki is like in real life, or even in interviews, because I neither read nor understand Japanese. Everything about him, aside from the things easily accessible on the Internet, is completely made up. So, I gave him the personality of "just a guy" because, like...he's just some guy, as far as I know.

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Finding Yourself

Rating: PG

Pairing: None (because, otherwise...yikes)

Tags: alcohol mentions, discussion of gang activity, worlds colliding

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It's when the elevator comes to a sudden, jerking stop that Danma Takeru comes to a realization.

Maybe it's the jolt of the car on the cable that helps him put two and two together. Maybe it's the static shock that zaps his fingers when he grabs onto the hand rail that makes something click. Maybe it's the way the light flickers across his fellow passenger's face that gets the cogs in his brain turning.

"I know you from somewhere."

The other man looks up from his phone.

"Hm?"

"We seem to be experiencing some technical difficulties," a tinny voice over the intercom says, "Please remain calm while we—"

"You look...so familiar," Takeru says, paying little mind to the intercom as he attempts to concentrate on the confused stranger, "Why isn't it coming to me?"

"Ah," says the stranger, "you may have seen one of my—"

"No, no, don't tell me," Takeru interrupts, "it's on the tip of my tongue."

He leans in, peering over the top of his sunglasses at the other man. He stares for what feels like a long time.

"Oh my God," Takeru gasps, making his unintentional companion jump a little, "No freakin' way!"

Takeru unzips the bag on his shoulder and jams his hand inside, fingers filing wildly through its assorted contents with an intensity that is both mildly impressive and very concerning. The stranger takes a small step away from him, a quiet nervousness written on his face as he dreads whatever is about to come out of that eccentric man's inventory.

"This is where I know you from," Takeru shouts excitedly, and he yanks something red and shiny from the depths of his bag.

To the stranger's relief, it's only a hand mirror.

"I'm sorry," the stranger says, "but I'm afraid I don't follow—"

"Here, take off your glasses," Takeru says, sliding his own to rest on top of his head, "You'll be able to see better that way."

"I won't be able to see anything better without my glasses," the stranger says with a light chuckle, "I need them—"

"—To correct your mild astigmatism, which is slightly worse in your left eye than in your right," Takeru says knowingly, "and you're nearsighted anyways, so you'll be able to see this just fine."

The stranger frowns.

"How do you know that?"

Takeru smiles.

"Lose the glasses and take a look."

It takes him a minute, but the stranger eventually decides to comply, sliding the glasses from his nose and cautiously approaching Takeru's side.

"Oh," the stranger says.

He rears his head bad and blinks a few times.

"I..."

"You're me. Or, maybe, I'm you. Or, perhaps, to level the playing field," Takeru says, "we are each other."

The stranger stares as their reflections for a long minute. Leaning forward a bit, turning his head a little to the side—Takeru copying his movements with an amused smile so his apparent duplicate can get the full effect of their uncanny similarities.

But when the stranger's face shifts from confused to concerned, Takeru realizes that perhaps this could be seen as a bad thing and swoops in to do damage control.

"Woah, hey, hey—don't freak out! There's probably little to no cosmic significance to us being trapped in this elevator together," Takeru says, patting the uncomfortable man on the back, "I bet there are plenty of things we don't have in common. Like, uh...like our names! There's no way your name is also Danma Takeru!"

"No, it's not," the stranger says, "My name is Kaneko Nobuaki. It's...it's nice to meet you."

"Oh, that's way different! And its obvious that you have much better manners than I do," Takeru says, taking the mirror and shoving it back into his bag, "That's two things right there! We're on a roll!"

"Yeah, uh," Kaneko responds warily, "that's...that's good."

"And I've got a third one locked and loaded," Takeru adds, clapping his hands together, "I bet you've never been part of the yakuza."

Kaneko smirks.

"Not in real life," he says, shoulders relaxing a little, "but I've had to pretend for a couple of projects."

"Projects?"

"TV, mostly," Kaneko says, "A few movies, too. It's fun to get dressed up in a suit and run around yelling at people."

"But it's a nightmare when you're chasing someone down one the back streets of Kabukicho in the rain," Takeru says, "and the wool of your suit is sucking up all that water, and you're screaming at the bastard to stop but nobody can hear you over the drunks, and there's mud on your nice shoes and your favorite switchblade is in your other jacket so you have to rely on the one that doesn't do the little clicky sound you like when you flick it open and—"

Takeru stops.

"I...own a hat shop now."

"That explains the mirror," Kaneko concludes, leaning against the wall of the elevator, "I thought you might be a hairdresser at first."

"My talents lie with my sewing machine," Takeru muses, "Everyone knows hunching over one of those things is hell on the back, but they never talk about the wrist pain. Don't suppose you have trouble with that, hm?"

"Sometimes I wear a brace when I'm drumming," Kaneko says, "it helps keep me from straining the muscles too much, especially on recording days."

"Oh, you...you're a musician, too?"

"I am."

"So what you're saying," Takeru says, steepling his fingers and tapping them together as he considers, "that if—no, when, when, we are being optimistic in this stuck elevator today!—and they make a movie about my life, you could play me and it could be a rock opera?"

"I guess I'd be the obvious choice—"

The elevator jolts. The light flicker. Then, motion—the car is back to moving, the floors passing by with a tiny ding as the passengers travel down towards the lobby.

"Something tells me the universe isn't ready for that," Takeru says with a smile, "I don't even think we were supposed to meet."

"Probably not," Kaneko agrees, "but it's been fun."

"And a little terrifying," Takeru adds, "there are a lot—and I mean a lot—of implications to meeting a man who has the same body as I do in a broken-down elevator, but I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying not to think about it."

"That sounds like a good plan," Kaneko says, "Not to be rude, but I hope we don't meet again. It's nothing personal, just..."

"No, I feel the same," Takeru replies, "Although!"

He pulls a business card from his pocket and hands it to the other man.

"If you ever find yourself in need of a hat," Takeru says, "I'll hook you up. We have the same head size and face shape, so I can do something custom—you never even have to see me, just have someone come get it from that address. I'll even give you a ten percent discount for being such a handsome devil!"

Takeru flips his sunglasses back down over his eyes and give Kaneko double-finger guns. Kaneko politely returns the gesture, albeit with less enthusiasm.

"Yep," Takeru says as the elevator reaches the ground floor, "I'm gonna need a drink. Or seven. I'd invite you along, but...yeah."

"...Yeah."

Takeru steps to exit, then turns to give his double one last look.

"Good luck sleeping tonight."

Kaneko laughs to himself.

"You too."

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Lies I Made Up About Kaneko Nobuaki:

Glasses. I have no idea if he wears glasses or not.

Astigmatism. Again, not a clue.

Nearsighted. See above.

Wrist pain when drumming. I assume that could be a thing, but I have zero evidence to back me up.

Wrist brace. Again, see above.

He would be scared but ultimately cool with meeting someone who had the same body as he does. Bro, I don't know how anyone would handle that kind of thing in real life, least of all him.

But the one thing that is absolutely, undisputably true about this story is...Takeru would totally try to sell his doppelganger a hat. Being freaked out doesn't stop the hustle—not for that dude, at least. You can't change my mind.

#writings and such #alice in borderland #danma takeru #kankeo nobuaki #this is probably the first and last RPF i will ever do so.......enjoy lol #i dont like to blur the line between real person and fictional situations—but thats just me and if thats your thing then go for it :)#this was a fun challenge though and it got my brain working in new directions so that was very cool!

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Am I the only one that feels a tiny bit uncomfortable at calling a white guy the pinnacle of humanity? And the center of the universe? I think TFW are all fine,complex characters and I love them but they are not really... good people. The Winchesters are not the best humanity has to offer, at least I hope so. And I feel this show is starting to embrace The Chosen One narrative which sucks because free will and all. Also hard to watch if you don't want to see everything as Dean-centered. IMO.

*shrugs* I mean it sounds bad out of context but in the show they literally have wrapped the entire narrative around Dean and put him at the centre of some sort of cosmic mess, which he’s deeply entangled in. It’s not like I think Dean is the actual centre of our universe or anything or representative of our universe, but I just cba to put disclaimers on everything… (Although when I do put disclaimers I always feel ridiculous saying like of course I don’t believe this outside of a very specific context and in general I’m often analysing what the show is saying not that I *think* it should be etc etc, and then someone asks and it’s like oh right maybe putting a disclaimer on everything is necessary >.>)

I mean in the context of the show, Dean is the centre of its narrative and therefore its cosmic story and therefore its universe, and I find that interesting from the POV of a Dean fan and a writer who is really really interested in narrative and cosmic stuff (since my own stories feature unwittingly centre of the universe protagonists in the sense that they get tangled up in massive cosmic stuff and become a part of a huge narrative, and that’s the way I’ve been looking at it because I’m really meta about these things in my own head, and of course my own main characters are variously diverse and all female because I’m being the change I want to see in the world etc etc etc)

Anyway the show has always favoured the chosen one narrative, but it was on Sam not Dean, and it was a pretty good rejection of it in some ways but he still did have a whole hero arc and died for our sins etc etc, and then gradually that shifted over to Dean until the Mark of Cain stuff which put him right in the centre of it all, and 11x23 was completely unsubtle in his role.

The show is depressingly white for enduring characters, and it’s something we just kind of have to look past if we’re going to keep investing in it, that it by necessity is going to have these two white guys in the centre or it’s just going to be a different show.

For what it’s worth it sounds like American Gods is amazing, and does not have a generic white dude lead, and the book was one of the parents of this show anyway, so all in all probably something we should be watching as well if we can :P (I’m going to wait for a DVD anyway but I have read the book so I can vicariously enjoy the gif content etc on my dash for now >.>) and I think if I remember correctly that Shadow has a pretty similar role, cosmically, so that is a great start for balancing things out before going back to enjoying SPN for what you actually like about it.

I always find it easier to appreciate something which does what I WANT to see elsewhere and support that project TOO, and enjoy SPN or other bland things like Marvel movies or whatever, just because I *enjoy* them. I mean, if SPN wasn’t problematic and a total puzzle box of a show of WHY do we like it DESPITE all its glaringly obvious flaws you can start picking up circa, like, Bugs or Route 666 which are both badly written AND racist episodes in the first season and can offer some forewarning of the show’s issues even if the show itself side-eyes those episodes later… I wouldn’t write nearly so much about it if it was EASY to enjoy like something where I watched it and it was deep and moving and left me content. But I’m emotionally hooked on SPN and I believe there’s a fascinating narrative in there and the show gets to do some things i find weirdly innovative or fascinating with story and characters, possibly just because it’s been running on so long it gets bored enough of itself to do something like randomly un-fridge Mary or whatever… There IS a worth in this show but it’s not in its representation and treatment of issues which other shows seem to get intuitively and a lot of those problems were laid down so early you have to go back as far as “this could only be genuinely fixed by casting 2 diverse actors back in 2005 to play the Winchesters” and like, idk, have them be what Max and Alicia are immediately from the get-go, of not just men, not just straight, not white, etc etc.

I mean, I think we all know SPN has some huge glaring issues, but no, Dean Winchester as the representation of Humanity and the centre of the universe is such an inbuilt “yawn of course it’s a white man because the whole show is white men” thing is just… well this is the show we’re watching and you have to take it or leave it now, but this is what it is.

(And by “leave it” I’m not being critical like “hurr why are you watching if you hate it” i just mean, if it bothers you that much, don’t engage with it but also maybe pay attention that the people talking about it WILL also criticise the show on these exact points but don’t want to make every single post ever with the “i know this show has huge flaws in representation going right back to day 1 and no offence to J2 but if we wanted the show we say we want they shouldn’t have been cast but here they are and so here we are and it’s too late we care about this stupid genre show” every single time we want to discuss the narrative and anything to do with their characters… I mean it’s just pointlessly exhausting to me because I didn’t START watching this show intending to critique it, it was trashy fun TV to watch with friends and I got hooked, and 10 years later I’m still freakin here but the world has moved on and there’s things that are much more common discussions than when I was 18 and maybe NOW I’m more discerning about leaping into a bland white dudes lead franchise or spending emotional energy on them but that’s going to do nothing about how I feel about Supernatural or the bland white dudes it represents, because in a way my choice to discern about it was never a thing… Like yeah I have that disclaimer but UGH having to think about it all the time when I want to have fun?)

#asks #wank for ts #sorry anon I hope this doesn't sound too ranty at you because i do agree and it does make me uncomfortable #but I am literally not going to make that disclaimer that I know the show is about white dudes and that sucks #every time I talk about the MAIN CHARACTER narratives on the show

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