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imvriix · 2 years

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I just recently got into Moriarty and I'm am HOOKED

If your reqs are still open; hcs of the Moriarty brothers with artist s/o? Like first meeting and such

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𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔶 .

summary ;; — the moriarty brothers had no major or significant interest in art, until yours spoke to them personally.

featuring + contains ;; — the moriarty trio with artist! gn! so, ( seperate ) house husband louis, first meeting scenario for william and albert.

a/n ;; — i enjoyed writing this way more than i thought i would.

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⋆*･ﾟ: :✧*⋆ ･ﾟ

— william moriarty

he found art interesting, though he didn't pursue it as a hobby himself.

what he enjoyed about it was analysing the peice, thinking of what had inspired the artist and what the meaning and story of the art was, finding this out through the various forms of symbolisation. this was how he became a fan of yours.a small gallery had opened up in town, and he had time to spare, leading him to the doors of the building.

after admiring some of the works hung up, he eventually found one specific piece that caught his attention immediately.he found it mesmerising, every small flick and detail added more and more tension in the drawing, forcing the one looking at the art to feel certain ways. including him.

he analysed it for ages, but it told so many different stories. it was the work of a genius, and he was shocked for feeling so strongly due to a peice of art.

and before he knew it, the gallery shut down for the night. he spent more of his time than he would've preferred due to wracking his brains to figure out what made this art differ to the many other peices. he looked at the corner and memorised the small signature, vowing to return and hunt down more of your works.

he came back again, hoping to see more, and he did. he wasnt sure how each seemed even better than the ones he'd see before them, but it surprisingly sparked pure interest in him. you were walking through the gallery when you had stopped to watch someone stare blankly at a work of yours. he was unblinking and unmoving, reminding you of a statue. perhaps you could use that as an idea for your next work.

silently, you walked to stand next to him and stare at the peice before the two of you as well. " caught your interest? " you asked, smiling as he nodded, his eyes never wandering from what was in front of him, " i found a work made by this artist yesterday and i spent the whole day looking at it, im glad they have more in the gallery. "

" hm? what makes it so interesting? " you suppressed a laugh, " it tells more than one story and actually provokes emotion in the person admiring the peice, it has no set intention of the true meaning of the artwork, leaving it up to the admirer to deside. "

" and am i to asume that you are the said admirer? " you asked as he smiled, side eyeing you, " i suppose you could. "

" im glad to have an admirer then. im y/n l/n. " you introduced, smirking as his eyes widened and his head finally turned towards you. the small signature on the work sure did look like it said y/n. after a few seconds of processing this, he smiled, " william moriarty. its a pleasure to meet the one behind these drawings. " he said as you crossed your arms and laughed lightly, " and its a pleasure to meet my first admirer as well. "

he was surprised when he saw a charcoal drawing of a statue holding a miniature earth in its hands, the statue staring intently at the world as the multiple eyes on the earth stared back, lines drawn from under his hair while being attached to the mini earth. he admired this concept rather than being surprised by it, but what surprised him was the statue looking like him, though you left out some details to not make it as obvious to the average admirer.

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— louis moriarty

he's a total clean freak and has an unhealthy obsession with committing himself to house chores.

this was never a big problem for either of you, you were happy with working and he was happy with devoting himself to house work. you also didnt really mind him going through your things in order to tidy up, you had nothing to hide from him anyways. you werent a messy person, you were considered pretty neat actually, but louis just doesn't get any sleep at night if he doesnt go over everything in the house two times. but it made him happy, so you didn't care much.

due to you working till late and him refusing to sleep without you in his arms, he often woke up after you left for work. he preferred to be awake to atleast make you breakfast or something, but whenever you did, you pushed him back into bed, tucked him into the sheets and kissed his forehead, all while telling him to get a few more hours of sleep.

a lot of the time, you got ready way earlier than you actually needed to, giving you some extra time to wake yourself up and prepare for the day ahead. one of your favourite things to do in order to do that was draw. more specifically, usually your husband.

you had gotten yourself a small sketchbook a while back, you were always fond of sketching whatever little thing that caught your eye, and louis was very, extremely cute while he slept. his hair was messy and he was almost always curled up and balled up the sheet to use as your replacement when you werent there with him.

you werent sure if you should feel creepy for watching and drawing him while he slept, but he was so pretty that you just couldnt resist sketching him out every once in a while. you would draw other things, like small bits you remembered from dreams, flowers you saw while you were out, etc.

you were off work for a day due to being ill, you just decided to rest and enjoy not being at work while you could. after eating the soup louis had made for you, you fell asleep in his gentle embrace, and soon after, he did as well. he woke up a couple hours later, his arm protectively curled around you as you tried to escape the shivers going through your body by hiding in his chest. he yawned sleepily, gently kissing your forehead as he slowly sat up.

he let you catch up on your energy and decided to clean the room. you hadn't bothered with it much since you felt too sick to ever sit up properly without collapsing back onto the mattress. while sorting through your desk, he saw a small book in one of the drawers. the pages threatened to crease, so he opened it and smoothed the pages out properly.

he was surprised to be met with multiple drawings, most sketches in pencil and some in ink. he didnt know you drew as a hobby, he flipped through the pages as he took in every small drawing. he was even more surprised to find some of himself.

you were calm about him finding your sketchbook, but you didnt know why he seemed so surprised, both at the facts like you could draw in the first place and that he never knew.

even more that you drew him.

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— albert moriarty

the weather was nice and he didnt have much to do, so he decided to walk around town and enjoy the nice, sunny weather. what he didnt expect was to find someone mindlessly and passionately scribbling away on paper, looking up every so often to try and copy what you saw.

he slightly peeked over and saw you faintly yet quickly drawing shapes to try and get an accurate sketch of the scenery first. he wondered if he should go and talk to you, he didnt have anything else to do anyways. he walked towards you and sat next to you on the bench.

you looked up from the paper on your knees, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear. he smiled at you, you tried to return it although you were confused, " im sorry, do i know you?.. " you asked, hesitantly. he shook head, " no, i was just curious of what you were drawing. " he said as you nodded, " im just drawing this place, although it does look a bit all over the place at the moment. i like to do a quick messy sketch before actually neatening it up and adding details. " you explained as he nodded.

you seemed to know what you were doing, he noted, so he asked, " do you draw a lot? " you smiled gently," yes, its one of my hobbies. though im a bit impatient at first, " you looked at the messy sketch on the paper, " i mostly enjoy taking my time after the sketch is done with and i can actually turn it into a proper drawing. "

" i dont blame you for drawing this part of town in particular, the weather seems ro brighten it up and bring it back to life. " he carried on with the conversation, " yes, thats the reason i felt like i had to capture the moment. it looks much more alive, but i suppose it must be having a bigger impact on me because im from a different city. "

his eyes widened slightly as you returned to drawing, " you arent from here? " he asked as you shook your head, biting your lip in concentration, " no, ive moved here so i can live a bit closer to my family and actually make a living off of my art. "

" so you're that passionate about it. " he realises, sitting back and enjoying your company, " im not good at many other things, the only thing i excel at is art, so thered be no point in pursuing a career in anything but. " "it seems like you've been sitting here for some time now, why not join me at a café? " he asked as you smiled, " of course. " you accepted, putting away your pencil and tucking your sketchbook into your bag.

he stood up and outstretched his hand towards you, which you accepted.

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#moriarty the patriot x gender neutral reader #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot anime #moriarty the patriot x reader #william james moriarty x gender neutral reader #william moriarty #albert moriarty x reader #louis moriarty #louis moriarty x reader #moriarty brothers #moriarty brothers x reader

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pauls1967moustache · 4 months

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“the chasm of john wanting a new creative partner” this is interesting because we have some anecdotes about how j&y worked separately more or less, including Sean asserting they never collaborated even though John would’ve liked to which I’m assuming Yoko told him herself. So John in 68 was in a marriage he long outgrew and his creative relationship with Paul was suffering as well; if only because it wasn’t easy as it used to be and Paul often having a preconceived vision seemed to leave John feeling isolated. All these factors seemed to result in John just wanting to devote himself full time to loving another person and so made his relationship with Yoko their art (I’m thinking of when he said it was in India that he realized Yoko loving him was the solution, and a big part of it was she made him feel confident again). The way he would excitedly stress that Yoko was an all in one card and then later on he was like ‘actually artists can’t work together’ seems to be to an extent another instance of John’s expectations falling short and pivoting. It appears John just really wanted exclusivity and it doesn’t seem like he ever expected Paul to be able to do that for him not that it made things any less weird with them. And by 68 Paul seemed totally preoccupied with his own hectic life and spread himself thin whereas Yoko mutually encouraged having John all to herself (“you must never do anything without me” in the revolution tapes) and in fact she seems to have been the one to first show belly in terms of real vulnerability by vocalizing her need and want for John which probably made him feel loved and safe in mirroring it back. Like this is is wild “John is such a genius. This is the first time that just once in a while, I almost get jealous of his talent, which is really amazing because I was never jealous of any artist. Whenever I get sad about his work, I almost feel like kneeling down and kissing his feet.” Anyway not sure exactly what I was trying to say after all this 😭

yeah, i think there's an argument to be made that if it wasn't yoko, john would've simply found something else to use as an excuse to pull away from being a beatle (and therefore paul). it's like the trepanning post going around - john had his fads (for lack of a better term), and when they stopped working as medicine/distraction from his own loneliness and myriad other issues, he became disillusioned and stopped believing in them. it happened with paul, and it happened with yoko to an extent. neither of which were results of like one single enlightening event (india), but probably a progression in those relationships that he was unhappy with and didn't know how to communicate with each respective partner.

#asks

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esmes · 3 months

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please, give me any/ALL of your nellie lovett (or general sweeney todd) headcanons you have, i saw your comment on @demonbarberofbeepbeep's post and now im intrigued to see what you have (if you dont mind!)

oh, bless. i've had tons of nellie thoughts swirling around in my head since i flew my ass to new york in september to see the show for the first of what would turn out to be five times - it'll be nice to get them down at last. it's going under a cut though because i'm a yapper and it's long. this is all specific mostly to the 2023 revival and annaleigh's lovett (& josh's sweeney by extension.)

i also have a give a shoutout to worstpies for the incredible work they are doing over on ao3. their fics explore nellie and sweeney in a way that takes my breath away every. damn. time. i'm sure i've absorbed some of their incredible characterizations into my brain and bloodstream at this point. if you haven't yet experienced their fic, run. run!!! do not walk.

adult content herein, this is your warning lol

pre-canon

nellie has a june birthday. (she's a cancer. !! she's SUCH a cancer, y'all.... which may also be a little of annaleigh infusing a little of her own magic into her bc she is also a cancer lol)

her marriage to albert lovett was almost too good to be true, as far as her mother was concerned. he belonged to the merchant class and could provide for her. had she not married him, nellie likely would've gone into service.

albert was a decent husband, though no great lover. she dreamed early on of having a child, so she went about sex dutifully. life never resulted. it made her feel like a failure, so she buried the dream and got to work.

nellie never shied away from a hard day's work in the shop. albert took care of the butchering, but she insisted he show her how it was done. his protests that it wasn't "a woman's work" were quickly overridden. it was brutal work, but nellie had the stomach for it.

she liked the shop best when it was bustling with customers - so many people to talk to. the men often indulged her in a little banter and a chat, which albert didn't much mind. truthfully, he was grateful for anyone who engaged with his effusive young wife, as it gave him a moment's peace. women seemed unsure of her - she was even more unsure of them.

the barkers moved in a few years before albert's health began to decline. they were beautiful in an ethereal way that made nellie feel like pond scum. they were also deliriously in love - it was plain to all. lucy had a radiant smile all for benjamin, and benjamin had a hard time looking at anything else in a room when lucy was there to be looked at. whenever they visited the shop, lucy seemed eager to move benjamin along.

nellie fixated on benjamin's hands. he had an artist's hands - deft, graceful. they looked like they'd be soft to the touch. she tested this theory one afternoon when he sought shelter in her shop from a sudden downpour. she insisted he sit down and have a pie until the weather let up. as she handed him a plate, she made sure their fingers brushed, searching his face for some sign he was as intrigued by her and she was by him. the faint touch had sent a spark through her that was so utterly unfamiliar she felt a bit dizzy. a little sheepish, he'd offered her a polite smile - still, it was all for her. no lucy in sight. she'd tucked the moment away and revisited it often.

with benjamin around, albert became something cumbersome to her. though she was still fond of him, in a way, she occasionally found herself wishing she could be unburdened (she felt horribly guilty after she had these thoughts, but that didn't stop them from coming.)

she got her wish, in part, on a tuesday. nellie had left albert in the parlor the evening prior. he never came to bed. it was not a shock - he had been in poor health. he left her with a decent sum and she was sure she could keep the business going on her own. the barkers came a few days afterward, benjamin's brown eyes full of sorrow for her. lucy barker had offered her polite condolences, but nellie didn't think she sounded very sorry.

when nellie learned of the baby barker on the way, she was devastated. at night, she would lie awake and imagine the barkers blissfully entwined so nearby, benjamin's hands on lucy's growing belly, and ache and ache and wish that it had been her instead.

nellie was watching johanna the night lucy went to see the judge. when lucy returned, her skirts were torn. she dragged her feet in uneven steps, nearly bypassing the shop altogether before seeming to remember she had a child still to collect. nellie had felt such indignation for benjamin then, anger rising like bile. with benjamin so recently gone? had she no loyalty? she had bitten her tongue then, but promised herself she'd say something when the time was right. lucy had a queer look in her eye - she took johanna from nellie's arms without a word, without even a thank you, and disappeared up the stairs.

when all was said and done, and johanna whisked away by the judge, it fell to nellie to decide what was to be done with lucy. the former mrs. barker was so terribly addled, her beauty transfigured into something so pitiable it made nellie hiss just to look at her. she haunted the room upstairs until nellie forced her out. the money albert had left her was dwindling by the month, she reasoned - she could use a proper, paying tenant, and lucy wasn't worth a day's work. she had begged, of course, but nellie was in a fog of grief all her own. she hardened her heart to lucy's pleas and sent her howling into the london night.

in the years benjamin was gone, she rebranded the store as mrs lovett's in hopes it would bring in new customers. it did not do much to help. having sold everything she could bear to part with (not the razors, never the razors), she briefly considered selling her body. she'd decided she'd rather die.

canon events

she is starving in more ways than just one when benjamin returns to her. she's ashamed to admit it, but it takes her a moment to recognize him. she's midway through recounting the story of what happened years ago when she notices his sickly pallor, his expression growing more grim with every new detail until he begins to tremble. at exactly the moment she sees the hope flicker and die in this strange man's eyes, she feels something stir in her. a memory, tucked away for safekeeping, of brushing hands and a shy, soft smile. it's him. it's him it's him it's him, she thinks, and feels full for the first time in a long, long while.

the lie does not feel like a lie at first. lucy is as good as dead. the thing that wanders the alleys, yowling like a cat in heat and cursing anyone who draws too near, bears no resemblance to the pretty blonde wife benjamin had loved all those years ago. the lie tumbles out of her and it feels right. kind, even.

she would've welcomed him into her bed the very night he returned if he'd wanted it. the desire that alights in her the minute she has him all cleaned up is overwhelming; she tries to sate it in the early days with little touches here and there, drinking him in whenever she can. he jumps and starts at first. she teaches him, bit by bit, to once again welcome another person's touch. she has to try very hard not to be greedy. it takes patience, but she has all the time in the world for him.

they fuck for the first time after the contest with pirelli. they return to the shop triumphant, nellie on his arm like some sort of prize. there's a mean gleam in his eyes, so unlike the brooding, far-off look they often have these days. she had loved benjamin for all the softness in his ways, but she had been little more than a girl then, softer herself. that girl had not known what it was like to be sick with hunger and grief, to be alone for days on end. there is something dark and insatiable in this new man that calls to something similar in her. he proves it to her when he takes her on the countertop. it is messy and unceremonious and she is self-conscious. he leaves flour streaks in her hair and scratches down her arms she will later admire in front of her mirror.

nellie never knew sex could be like this. she never minds when it aches and bruises. it must be good for him too, to keep him coming back every night.

sometimes, when she manages to convince him to come out for a walk around town, nellie catches sweeney watching the children at play in the streets. she knows he must be thinking of johanna and for the first time in a long time, curses her womb for the life that can never seem to take hold there. she prays at night, harder than she's ever prayed before, for a child. when toby comes into their lives, she thinks, that'll do.

she holds those hands of his every chance she gets. they are not as soft now, but she doesn't mind. she cannot believe they are hers to touch. sometimes he is receptive to her touch, even reciprocal. other times, he pulls away from her as though burned. she tries not to fret over it, but it stings a bit.

she never tires of the little terms of endearment he throws her way - "pet", "love", etc. sweeney calls her "nell" once when he is distracted. it sends a thrill through her, even as he looks so surprised that it breaks her heart a little. he never does it again, but she never stops hoping he might.

nellie knows he isn't always seeing her when he looks at her. she knows she is not what he was hoping for, but is determined to be what he longs for now.

sweeney is sullen most of the time, but on the rare occasion he is pleased with something, he whistles absent-mindedly. whenever she hears him whistling a tune from the other room, she fancies it's her that's got him so pleased and grins like the cat that got the cream.

they do not eat the pies. the time after she comes up with their new business strategy is the best either of them has eaten in their lives, though. she spoils the boys as best she can with her cooking. even her own figure fills out in places she'd always wished it would.

sometimes, she sees in him traces of what she supposes used to be benjamin. when he’s too rough with her, she isn't fussed, but still, he apologizes afterward, embarrassed. when she's especially tired after a long day, he will make a little joke, and she'll catch him waiting to see that she laughs. when she tells him sometime in late spring that her birthday is approaching, lamenting her advancing age, he remembers the day. he agrees to walk with her and lets her pick out flowers from a stall at the market. he grows cross with her when it makes her teary, but she thinks he forgives her well enough for her blubbering when she sucks him off that evening.

sweeney todd is the only real friend she's ever had. neighbors and acquaintances about town were good for a chat every now and then, for delighting in the misfortunes of one's rivals, but who else would she trust with her life like this? his violence thrills her, even frightens her on occasion, but she never doubts her safety when he holds her - until she does. and by then, it's much too late.

she's the happiest she's ever been before just days before she dies.

#sweeney todd #2023 revival #i have never once been chill and i do not know the meaning of the word brevity #this post is brought to you by me taking a little too much zzzquil and listening to dove cameron's 'sand' on repeat last night #if u disagree that's cool but keep it to urself xoxo

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kuro-ousama · 9 hours

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Do you think Prideshipping is one sided or does atem feel that way about Kaiba ?

Ah I'm so sorry I haven't opened my tumblr until now (I kinda had an artist alley event couple weeks back). It'll be a little bit of a long post so I hope you won't kill me :'D

So, for your question, I would say it's mutual attraction, Atem does have feelings for Kaiba, but it's kinda complicated, and it's a build-up of various events that lead to that. Most shippers already know how their relationship gotten at Duelist Kingdom and onwards, so instead I'm going to break down "season 0" manga angle, where it began... for a change of pace.

Okay, from the top, let's start with Kaiba. He was your typical "bully of the week", it's not until after his first encounter with Atem that he became more obsessed. Kaiba was a champion, he was rich and powerful, he was unchallenged, he was undefeated. Kaiba was simply fuck around and find out, and he found out hard. That bruised his ego, that mentally scarred him, "who is this mf and how dare he".

On the other hand, Atem believed himself to be no more than a avenging alter ego, he was defending himself, he does not hold grudges, and he had no other purpose. Atem never had anything to call his own, and generally just being a hidden shadow.

As you already noticed, all of Atem's penalty game are not meant to kill, just scared the bullies enough for them to learn a lesson and not mess with him anymore. Kaiba is the only one who got it twice. So why, and what makes his situation different from other bullies?

Monster illusions was both damaging and inspiring for Kaiba, the whole Solid Visions idea was because of Atem's punishment. At this point, he already obsessed about Atem... even if that's an obsession for revenge. I have to give points to Horse Man, he knows Atem is not Yugi, before even Atem himself realized it, that's just crazy level of observations, and building a whole amusement park (of doom) just to get Atem's attention (by attempt to murder his friends)? If you minus the murdering parts it's kinda insane how driven and committed Kaiba was...

(Insert a very long explanation of Kaiba's backstory and Gonzaburo's very successful ideology implanted that should be in another post)

Back to Atem, Maple Boy saw that his previous penalty game obviously didn't fix Kaiba, nor warned him to stay away from him. His grandpa was hospitalized from a replica of his own penalty game, Kaiba's own blood brother didn't get spared either and would've suffer the same fate. It's not supposed to go like this, but it happened. After he saved Mokuba from the glass box of horror, a regular penalty game just wouldn't do, it failed.

That's why Atem had a different approach this time. Mind Crush is not a "penalty", in a sense, it let Kaiba rebuilding his heart, clear the brainwash of Gonzaburo, recover feelings that he lost, maybe even mend his sibling relationship with his brother. Other bullies gets off because they never dared to approach Atem again, he doesn't care about them anymore, but Atem cared enough about Kaiba that he wished him to be a better person. I take it that at this point, Atem was less angry and think more of "I can fix him".

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Duelist Kingdom is at least six months away and even then Atem was defending the comatosed Kaiba's honor, while Jounouchi and co. shivered every time he was mentioned. It's funny when the friend group only remembered Kaiba as a homicidal maniac but Atem was all rose-tinted over him and gets angry when people badmouthed him... "The greatest duelist I've ever met" well of course sweetie, you only met one before getting on Pegasus's island 🤣 (Jou doesn't count 'cuz he's only picking up the game a week before)

...So in a verrrry twisted version of this trope... Atem developed a kind of "Nightingale effect" for Kaiba? But replace "nursing the patient" with "mindbreak the patient so he can be heal", and said patient was already a yandere for said nurse.

#yugioh #yami yugi #kaiba seto #atem #prideshipping #hello ma'am would you like to know more about our LORD and SAVIOUR Prideshipping?#I hope you're ok 'cuz I have some if not a lot of different interpretations compare to other shippers

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emeryleewho · 1 year

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I think people really underestimate

How much a fandom can do in terms of helping a piece of media gain traction that otherwise would've faded into oblivion in weeks.

How much a single individual can do to create a fandom around a piece of media that otherwise wouldn't have one.

Like, back in the day, I used to sell my art in artist alleys, and I would do conventions with 50k+ guests, and there wouldn't be a single other table in the entire hall (artists and vendors alike) who had anything related to this one anime I was obsessed with. I went literal YEARS of sharing that anime with everyone I knew, posting it everywhere, drawing and selling fan art (I only ever sold one print and a handful of stickers), etc. until I finally found 1 cosplayer who liked it too. And little by little, the anime started to crop up everywhere even though people kept telling me that it would never catch on.

And I'm not gonna say what anime it is because the anime is ridiculously popular now so everyone's gonna think I'm making this up, but just trust me when I say that fandoms only die when all the fans stop caring. And a lot of popular IPs that get taken for granted were literally set up to fail by the companies that produced them, meaning the only reason they became these massive, famous IPs is because a bunch of fans refused to let them die.

If you want more X or wish Y would get the appreciation it deserves, THEN MAKE IT HAPPEN. Shout it from the rooftops! Put your heart and soul into it! Because that's literally how media takes off. That's literally how fandoms grow and stories become eternal. Don't give up on your favorite stories just because mainstream capitalism didn't want to bet on them. *You* do, and that's what matters.

#Fandom #fiction #books #anime #movies #inspirational #Maybe?

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diferartz · 3 months

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Defiantly Human // Part 2

The lens on Unit 101's face were turning slightly to focus at a new task. It stood over a beautiful oak table, such table was carved centuries ago by an unknown artist. The shape was intricate and it possessed such... personality. It seemed to scream a name long forgotten by all. The carvings within its structure were seemingly tying a compromise between the strength and beauty of the wood.

Unit 101's bulky hands gently inspected the texture of the table. Something unlike everything it had experienced in its entire life. What a strange object, what purpose could such a creation have to its creator? what purpose did it carry for it self? These questions were muddled in between the data of its analysis... Blinks of something alien to this construct, quickly forgotten and changed into mere numbers. Width, height, length, "does it feel? ", weight, texture, strength, moisture. Data points invaded by something disgustingly different. The collector tapped at the machine's shoulder a couple of times. A quick snap and the revolving sound of its joints made both of them surprised. The collector giggled at her startled guest, she then asked with a wide smile. "Do you like this table?" Silence replied to her query... not wanting to make the moment awkward the collector continued. "This table was found in a long lost country, war ravaged its lands centuries ago... But this table survived alone in an abandoned workshop. We could not identify the artist, for everything else was long destroyed in the flames of destruction..." A small pause in her speech made her notice that the machine had changed its focus from the collector to back at the table. It didn't show emotion... It only held an unbreakable gaze. A spark echoed inside of the machine. A deep booming voice emanated from its metallic interior, this voice was cold and held a thick artificial accent to its words. "Does it have a name?" The collector in shock and awe replied excitedly to the machine. "It does not! in fact, I believe that it was never truly finished by its creator." A quick turn from the machine's head towards the collector spurred a smile from the woman. "It deserves a name. Collector, name it." In a test of sorts the collector bounced a question to the machine quickly. "Yes, it deserves a name... So name it, machine." Silence. Like a blade it cut through their conversation. Not even the noises of the machine seemed to exist in this moment, stares were the only exchange between the two... And like thunder in the night a word so beautiful that it would shake the core of the collector ripped through this curtain of silence. "Maria. Her name is Maria." Such a name would never come to mind for the collector... Maybe something like: "The unfinished legacy." And yet this name seemed to fit perfectly with the table. Questions lingered in the mind of the human, they skittered about inside of her mind and could not stop making such loud noises blocking out so many other subjects. She could not hold the question. "Why? why must it be Maria?"

"It meant the world for who made her... how would a wooden table survive a fire? Clearly it had so much meaning to her creator... Its shape is clear and carved with precision, the personality of the creator themselves radiates from such shapes. I think she would've been named like a daughter to them. No artist would name such beauty a simple title. Perhaps for the dedication and work put into its creation it became something more than a table."

In silence both stood admiring the beauty that is Maria. The collector stepped a bit closer to the machine. The machine did not reject her presence.

Thank you for reading!

This part is a one of the first interactions between Unit 101 and the collector. Something seems to be blooming in between the gears of the machine- and in between the collector and machine! I dunno what I will do next, but I do have some rough drafts! :3 Again, thank you so much for reading! Forgive my typos or punctuation errors I have been trying to improve on that lol.

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seungsstars · 1 year

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the genre conventions of La La Land (2016)

The extracted clip I had decided to choose from the film La La Land (2016) is that of the dream sequence at the end of the movie (1:54:47 - 1:59:47).

Here, the two lead characters Mia and Sebastian get to sit down and witness what could've been if they still stayed together for the entirety of the film, taking influences from famous films such as Singin' In The Rain, Sunrise: A Song of Two Humans and Umbrellas of Cherbourg as well as overtures from old Disney movies such as Alice in Wonderland and Sleeping Beauty.

After doing research over various genre conventions in musicals, I noticed some in the extract in La La Land that I've chosen, such as the spectacular sets and settings that are shown in their dream, wherein they walk through a sort of "recreation" of the places where the two have shared moments together in a visual explosion of bright colours. This is often seen throughout the rest of the movie as well which gives the scene an animated look to it.

Another genre convention that I noticed was that of Seb and Mia's dancing in front of a dark background with lights peppered around them. The music paired with the dancing gives the entire feeling of this part of the scene a melancholy vibe to it, especially with the audience's knowledge that they have gone their separate ways and this dream will never become reality.

The final genre convention that I caught attention of was the film-reel flip through of a "alternate ending" that the two could've shared. For most musicals, the protagonists usually have a dream that they wish to attain, and with this sequence of events that shows the duo moving in together, having a child and being happy together. In a way, this is essentially part of Mia's original dream as she wanted to have it all -- become a famous actress, get the guy, and live happily ever after. Personally, I feel like this both is and isn't a genre convention as the dream is established, they set out to do what they can to achieve it, and only accomplish a part of it and then show what they would've fully wanted which is why I view it as such.

It proved to be challenging to highlight a social/economic message for this extract as nothing struck out as an obvious example til I looked into the scene further -- and what popped out at me was specifically the part of the extract that involved the "film-reel" of Sebastian and Mia's alternate ending. As mentioned, it's slightly established as that of a dream that wants to be attained. At a first glance, it appears to look like "the American dream". According to Investopedia, the definition of the American dream is the belief that anyone, regardless of where they are born or what class they were born into, can attain their own version of success in a society in which upward mobility is possible for someone.

For Mia, her version of success is becoming a famous actress who flourishes in the performing arts. With this, we're additionally aware of the fact that Mia isn't exactly "wealthy" -- her original job was that of a barista in a movie lot, and she was going to great lengths just to get her one-woman show up and running making her somewhat of a struggling artist - despite her (and Seb, for that matter) not being poor, they're still not rich enough to escape the ever-looming reality of choices they make and the consequences behind each - meaning they struggle throughout the entire process to achieve their dreams.

The Hollywood industry in general is just very vicious and tends to look down on those who are barely making it there, which Chazelle manages to replicate in the movie through Sebastian and Mia by sort of basing it off his own experience (wherein his script for La La Land was constantly rejected as he didn't want to make edits, but he kept persevering til his film Whiplash became a huge hit & he finally found distributors who were willing to make his movie).

In a way, Mia was able to achieve her American dream as she did become successful, and even snagged a spouse at the end of it all and so did Sebastian as he was able to finally open and run a jazz club which turned out to be successful as well which could also be looked at as a genre convention due to the fact the protagonists were able to achieve their dream at the end.

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starlight-vixen-emiko · 2 years

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From worst to best (or in your case, least awful), how would you rank all the sides of the Love Square?

Oh lovely anon...I usually don't receive these types of asks. Thank you so much for asking.

As of the season 4 conclusion my opinion has changed a bit...But I will get to that in a moment.

Warning! Long post!

So starting with absolute worse!

LadyNoir - Oh my god! I always hated LadyNoir but season 4 made it much worse. Chat Noir is back and forth between being pissed at Ladybug and being "madly in love with her". Like Ladybug and Chat Noir bicker like a soon to be divorced couple and to be quite frank, if Chat Noir truly loved Ladybug he would've respected her feelings and instead of saying crap like "We are made for each other buggaboo! You're the only one who doesn't realize it!

Funny part is I did think Oblivio was kind of quite...But Chat Noir being an ass at the end ruined it for me.

On top of which Chat Noir and Ladybug bicker like a soon to be divorced couple and any "development" between the two doesn't feel earned. Not to mention their relationship is codependent. Ladybug having no choice but to be with Chat at the end of s4 seemed like an absolute life sentence...Even if Ladybug was ok with it at the end it did not sit well with me.

And it's funny how apparently Miracuclass and Alya are apparently a threat to Chat's relationship with Lady but Chat is allowed to flirt with every female superhero.

Also Chat Noir constantly kissing Ladybug's hand when she rejected him is a form of sexual harassment...I say this as a person who was sexually harassed.

And I am pretty sure the writers are 100% aware harassment is involved...They probably have the mentality of "Marinette can't be pissed that Chat harasses her because she likes Adrien!"

I can honestly go all night! I am ending off here!

And in number two! It's the yin to LadyNoir's yang. Where LadyNoir is toxic as hell, number 2 is bland as hell!

Adrienette - I honestly used to hate Adrienette the most but regardless of LadyNoir being the new king of awful I still have plenty to say about Adrienette.

Honestly, I disliked Adrienette since season 1. Marinette reminded me of when I was a kid...She puts Adrien on a pedestal and we constantly hear about how she loves him even though she isn't really friends with him and constantly has to climb a mountain and run a marathon just to have Adrien to talk to her for 5 minutes.

And Marinette's agency gets compromised for her Adrien crush. I like seeing Marinette as an artist and yet in Wishmaker she doesn't want to be a fashion designer anymore and people went crazy and felt that meant Marinette and Adrien fit each other because neither of them know what to with their lives...

Really the narrative tries to tell me that Adrien and Marinette are close friends and Adrien secretly loves Marinette but I just don't buy it...And when I first read the Scarlett Lady AU my issues with canon Adrienette became more apparent.

And I have every reason to believe that Adrien has zero interest in Marinette. I remember that episode where Marinette and Adrien go to the movies together and Adrien literally said he was afraid people would assume they were a couple. And Adrien looked shocked when Marinette kissed him on the cheek in Mayuri/Hero's day...And not the good kind of shocked...And Adrien didn't blush and rub his cheek...He made no response.

And Adrien never gave a shit about Marinette being close to Luka...Astruc literally said that he didn't want Adrien to get jealous of Luka but that's because the only one who needs to suffer for romance is Marinette.

And Adrien resisting a kiss from Marinette in Puppeteer 2 and straight up telling her he is in love with someone else.

Also the way Miraculous Mexico literally freaking said on Twitter that when Adrien found out that Marinette is Ladybug that made him fall in love with Marinette.

That is not cute at all! They tried to word it right but they literally freaking said that Adrien "fell in love" with Marinette because he found out he is Ladybug...Killing the idea that Adrien had romantic interest in Marinette.

And let me reframe that.......Nice to know if Marinette wasn't Ladybug Adrien wouldn't consider dating her.

On top of which in Chat Blanc Adrien doesn't feel guilty for being dismissive of Marinette at all!

And Chat Blanc was a bad episode...No matter which way you look at it Adrien holding off from telling Marinette he is Chat Noir was absolutely shitty.

Especially since this godforsaken show likes to preach that if you love someone you wouldn't keep secrets (Alya and Nino) and yet Adrien keeps that secret from Marinette. And after Adrien confesses to Marinette in Chat Blanc...Marinette is no longer clumsy and stumbles on her words...She becomes more similar to Ladybug...Y'know...The side of Marinette Adrien prefers.

And the constant chorus of "Theyweremadeforeachother!Theyweremadeforeachother!Theyweremadeforeachother!!!"

Ok ok! I'm done! Once again I can go all night!

Wait one last note...If I didn't say enough things that made Adrienette abhorrent to me...Adrienette also is a marketable male/female ship and Adrienette is also a manifestation of Astruc's Asian woman fetish.

Ok, now I am done...Next!

Up next it's the ship that seems nice on the surface...But has plenty of issues underneath.

Ladrien - Actually I should confess that I kind of liked Ladrien at first...It is the side of the square that seems to have the most mutual affection.

In short Desperada killed it for me...Which is ironic because Desperada is supposed to be a Lukanette killer episode.

Even if Ladybug can speak calmly around Adrien the fact of the matter is Ladybug and Adrien put themselves up on pedestals.

In Desperada Ladybug literally said that Chat Noir is uneeded compared to Adrien and AdriChat was legitimately upset about that.

And when Adrien helped Ladybug as Aspik he once again acted immature and felt it was a good idea to make a move on Ladybug during a battle. Not to mention confessing to Ladybug that he is Chat.

That was inappropriate...There is a time and place to flirt.

Now for a little crossover but honestly...Marinette deciding she loves Adrien and Chat equally in Ephemeral didn't feel earned to me...Luka gave her his answer. Like Marinette should've came to the conclusion that she likes Adrien fully by herself.

She could just think back to all the times Chat Noir sexually harassed her--Oh wait! That would make the love square look bad wouldn't it?

It would show there is no development at all and Chat didn't earn Marinette's affections.

If anything Ephemeral only proved to me that Luka's feelings for Marinette are more genuine that Adrien's.

Yeah nothing much to say here...Ladrien is just there for ship fanservice. Honestly I guess Ladrien could work in an AU scenario but as it stands...Ladrien comes off as a couple that would have a big honeymoon phase then fall apart due to high expectations.

And now for last and least terrible...Although that is not saying much *drumroll*

MariChat - Now don't get me wrong...I am not here to praise MariChat at all. Because I mentioned LadyNoir is the worst and by extension LadyNoir also ruins MariChat for me. Which blows because I used to like platonic MariChat! And one toxic side of the square ruins the entire bunch!

Then again Glaciator 2 killed MariChat for me. I usually side with Marinette over Adrien but Marinette being pissed at Chat and then giving him dating advice confused the hell out of me.

And that episode was just straight fanservice...It would've meant something if development happened but Adrien was still dismissive of Marinette.

Or maybe I am giving MariChat too much credit because Chat Noir still kisses Marinette's hand and grabs her waist when she doesn't like it.

Also I have to note...The show likes to make it out like Marinette never truly loved Luka because she can talk to him properly and Adrien never truly took interest in Kagami because he doesn't harass her.

But......Marinette can talk to Chat just fine and Chat treats Marinette with more respect than Ladybug.

........I am not sure what the writers are trying to pull here!

Honestly I reached the point where I cannot look at MariChat fanart without getting upset season 4 made me unfollow a bunch of blogs and blacklist the marichat tag.

Anyway...I think I am done here I've gone too long.

Thanks for asking.

#long post #ml salt #adrien salt #chat noir salt #slight marinette salt #love square salt #anti love square #yeah I went on!#And it was kind of fun!#And remember folks the block and the blacklists are free!

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BEAUTY+ Magazine May 2021 issue featuring JAY B: The Second Act

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Among the past, present, and future, which do you think about the most?

The present. I believe that the present is the most important. The future makes you worry constantly, and the past makes you regret constantly so I try not to think about them. Now, I try to make decisions I won’t regret.

Do you think about your current state and things you want to do?

I contemplate a lot about the state of my emotions or what to do in my current situation. Ever since I was young I thought it’d be good to live like the flowing water, tranquilly. You know how water changes its state based on its surroundings. I want to be someone in the free water-like flow.

Has your life until now been like free-flowing water?

My life itself may seem spectacular, but I think the flow of my life itself has been. There was a lot I was lacking in since debuting with GOT7 but I tried my best to show a colour suitable for GOT7. I changed myself according to the container I was in, and instead of being stagnant in one place, I think I flowed here well.

You seem to be careful with choosing an agency. What factors are you contemplating about?

I think about whether I will suit the company. It might be tiring for others to see because I’m so meticulous, and I may seem selfish but I think that I should be selfish right now. My future depends on it as well as the future of the company I will be going to. I think I will have to be selfish for both sides to produce good results.

The members showed their natural sides in the Encore music video. Looking back to 7 years of GOT7’s activities, what is the most memorable moment?

Since we’re performing artists, I remember a lot of moments on stage. 2-3 years ago in Thailand we performed our solo tracks for 7 days and then performed OUT all together as a group. I think a lot about how we were all so excited to perform. I think of those times we were together as seven.

What kind of team was GOT7? Judging as a leader?

The direction of GOT7 I thought of was a fun and free-spirited team. Since Look came out, I’ve been telling the company that we “shouldn’t try too hard to set the mood or look cool. Songs with a style like Look will be our strength.” I don’t think things turned out the way I thought they would. But as you can see from our last album’s song ‘Breath,’ it feels like we went in circles and came back to our original spot. There is some regret about how it would've been good to go more in that direction, then we could’ve shown a more solidified colour. But as a result, it’s a fact that we became a team capable of pulling off various colors.

Did you make those suggestions thinking about the members, because you thought it was what set you guys apart from other groups?

I talked a lot with my members. It seemed like they had the most fun with bright, fun, and chill performances. With performances like that, we think about harmony rather than how each of us can look cool. It leaves a greater impression on the fans when we are visibly having fun.

It seems like the public has also watched over the growth of JAY B. Starting as a bboy to a main vocalist, and writing many remarkable K-pop songs. You also played a huge role in establishing GOT7’s colour. What led you to grow and develop in that way?

I thought that if I felt like I wasn’t growing, then I should quit music.

Does liking it not serve as a reason?

Because it’s my job. Being able to do what you like as a job is something to be grateful for. But if my skills don’t meet the standards and if there is no growth despite my efforts, it’s only right to do it as a hobby. I didn’t think that there was no growth when listening to my music. I thought it could work if I tried a bit more.

What was a song you feel like you reached a new level?

‘Teenager’ and ‘PAGE.’ I think the team’s color was completed with those songs. It helped me realize that I had the potential to write such songs. At first, I was persistent with sticking to my musical color. Later, I changed my thoughts and decided I should write songs suitable for GOT7. It’s something I should obviously do as a member of the team. I think that’s where ‘Teenager’ and ‘PAGE’ lined up very well.

The album 7 for 7 containing ‘Teenager’ was a turning point for GOT7. Through that album, we got the feeling that you guys found your color and most importantly, the quality of the songs written by the members was great. What happened during that time?

I think that’s when our potential exploded (laughs). GOT7 had three turning points. The first was ‘Stop Stop It.’ We heard the song and thought “Wow, this is it.” But the outfits were a bit regretful. The music and the visuals didn’t really match. We wore overalls (laughs). The second turning point was when the Flight Log trilogy was released, and the third was ‘Teenager’ of 7 for 7. That song later led to ‘Look’ and we got to sing ‘PAGE’ and ‘THURSDAY.’ Then we suddenly tried to change our direction to ‘ECLIPSE’ and ‘You Calling My Name’ but eventually ended up back to ‘Breath.’

When you listen to ‘Look’ or ‘PAGE’, do you feel like GOT7’s musical colour reflects your own preference and style? And you’ve made many GOT7 songs with ØFFSHORE crew.

It’s hard to say it wasn’t reflected. But according to my standards, they are songs I wanted to write for the team. I talked a lot with the crew about what (kind of song) should GOT7 do and what would suit GOT7. ‘Look’ was a song that was released because the mood suited GOT7 well. After that it was ‘PAGE’ and ‘THURSDAY’. Our colour was included naturally.

The 8 members of ØFFSHORE are consistently releasing albums. How is that taking place?

We talk about what we feel and decide on a theme whenever we want to release an album. When we decide on a theme, each person would write songs relating to the theme, we select songs and release an album. The themes usually come up as we are talking casually about life. For example <Scene 1> contains the process of leaving on a trip until coming back. Rather than the lyrics, the moods of the songs are like that. When you start the trip you listen to fun songs then (we) get a little calmer as the trip comes to an end. I organised the order of the songs for <Scene 2>. When talking with friends, you usually start by talking about work then you talk about life, the future and then you end up talking about love and relationships. I organised it as that kind of story. There is no specific goal. We spend the revenue from albums on production for the next album. Because everyone in the group are people who make music, there are things that were settled music-wise through these promotions.

You must have been influenced by your friends a lot not only musically, right?

Yes, of course. Regarding life too. I listen to what my older brothers/friends and my parents have to say. I think about the stories of the people who experienced it first once again. One older friend said “We are not doing this for a huge goal, don’t get stressed and let’s just make music.” When I was pondering about how to do better, I heard that and it hit me. Should I say, those words painted my life with colour. I felt like working with energy and strength didn't suit me at the time.

Is it true that you have made 3 albums? Do you only work on songs every day?

Yes. I usually stay in the studio when I can't do my hobby. And since the people I meet are friends who do music too. I don’t know if I can release an album but I’m preparing and working on it.

What kind of albums are they?

In the past, I made powerful “performance-type” songs, but for this album the mood is calmer and the sound is minimal. There is an acoustic feel too. There is a soft tender album, a sad album and a melancholic album too.

Where did the desperation come from?

The desperation of life. I can’t talk about it in detail but there was a topic I really wanted to talk about when I made the album. It could become an album that people frown upon. But, for the music I do alone, I thought I should include honest stories that match my situation.

Did you write about the pain and difficulties you’ve felt all this time? On the surface, you seem to be a recognised leader of a successful idol group, but you must have faced difficulties.

Yes. It’s one part of my life too. Looking back, the difficulties were caused by my own tendencies rather than external factors.

Is it because of the perfectionism you push onto yourself? It seems like the uncertainty and fear contributed to creating your current self.

Yes, I’ve never thought of myself as a perfectionist but people around me often tell me so. They must have a reason for saying that so I ended up acknowledging it myself. I was really ambitious with GOT7 too so I felt a lot of disappointment and stress. I work hard because I know if I don’t, it’ll come back to me as regret. It’s okay to look back to times when I didn’t know well enough and think, “I should’ve done this, I was naive.” What I hate is doing just enough because of reasons like lack of stamina despite knowing what I need to do and knowing that I’m not yet satisfied.

Until now, you’ve made music with the name Def. and through the JUS2 comeback, you also let us hear dreamlike songs from a baritone. Escaping from the category of idol, you now need to create a new identity – is there a kind of music you would like to do fresh?

It’s hard to say it rashly now but, whatever I do, I want to do it properly and solidly. I do prefer a relaxed and easygoing mood, but when it comes to music genres, R&B, hip hop, urban and pop will definitely be the groundwork. However, I do hope that my image will not be fixed to one (genre). It’s no fun to keep doing the same kind of music. And I’m sure there are times when I’ll have to become a little wilder. It’d be great if (I had) a free image. I also hope it’s an image that I won’t be embarrassed of. After coming to a new company and releasing an album, if it doesn’t do well, I think it would be right for me to leave.

Aren’t you fearing failure too much? How would it be possible to achieve what you wish in one go?

Of course, I’m scared. I’m very afraid of failure. Naturally, it won’t be possible to succeed in one shot, but I do have the standard of my Maginot line*. That is what I am referring to. I am usually the type that thinks of the negative things first. It’s not good to be unprepared for the worst-case scenario.

*Maginot line – taken from the fortifications that created the French line of defence, now coming to mean “a defensive barrier or strategy that inspires a false sense of security”

You’ve said that GOT7 has not disbanded, however since all the members are under new companies, coming back together as GOT7 will not be an easy thing to achieve. What kind of method are you thinking of?

I’ve talked a lot with the members. It’s our goal to write one song each month for GOT7. If it’s 1 year, then that’s 12 songs. All our members write songs, so if each one of us does that, then we can accumulate a lot of songs. Everyone is in different companies which will have their own situations, so I can’t make promises for certain, but our goal is to release one album every year. It would be great for that to happen, and I personally think that it should happen. Because that is the minimum courtesy we should show to our fans. It would be even better if we could have a stage.

It would be a new concept.

We heard that the release of our song ‘Encore’ was in an unprecedented manner, and this made my sense of duty and responsibility bigger. Because the steps we take in the future could influence the direction that others may take in the future too. I thought it was the end, but it’s only just the beginning,

Amongst your many hobbies, is there anything you would like to recommend?

Camping. Activities such as setting up tents and cooking really make you think. Even just sitting down in a chair surrounded by nature is really great. Waking up to the sounds of birds singing is amazing; the sound of water running too. Recently, I bought a folding furnace and create my own little fire space. It could be seen as something embarrassing but while having the fire there, if negative thoughts come up, I write it down and then burn it in the fire. If you think that camping may be tiring, glamping would be good too.

Since the name of the magazine is Beauty+, I wanted to ask, is there something that you thought was beautiful recently?

People passed by me laughing and making some noise, and as I saw that, I thought that laughter was something really beautiful. I realised why smiling and laughing is a beautiful thing. It’s not just laughing or smiling, but the emotions that encompass that are really so beautiful. Everything natural is beautiful.

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myfearless-love · 3 years

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The Wildest Place You Run (5/?) - Not Far Now

I'm sorry for the delay: traveling and vacation made it impossible to post, but in turn, you'll get two chapters this week (including this). This one is a bit shorter, but you'll see why in the next chapter (spoiler alert: too many action).

As always, a huge thank you to my beta and artist @thejollyroger-writer for correcting my mistakes and making kick-ass art for chapters 5 and 6! Check it out above!

Summary:

Vampires, Werewolves, Mages, and Elves. For centuries, they kept their existence a secret, but the constant rebellions against the strict laws of the Guild had led to a terrible tragedy. In an open clash, it became apparent to humans just what kind of monsters lived among them. Emma Swan loses the love of her life in the first battle of the war. A few months later, while still trying to process what happened, a mysterious and terrifying figure worms his way into her life. But the man is hiding far more terrible secrets than he reveals to her, pulling them both into a horrible situation...

Chapter: 5/? - Not Far Now

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Rating: M

Relationships: Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Read on: FF.net or AO3

Words: ~2k

Previous parts:

Ch 1 II Ch 2 II Ch 3 II Ch 4

The next morning she woke up on the couch, curled up, leaning her head on the armrest. Someone, probably August, had covered her with a blanket and left her there. She was used to it, he often disappeared without a word, and he was the only one she couldn't hold it against.

She sat up slowly, and it took her half a minute to discover she was alone.

Again.

She scrambled out from under the quilt and slipped out into the kitchen. Her neck was throbbing, she was cold, and she still felt exhausted despite the few hours of sleep she'd gotten. Her day had started out shitty.

Again.

(There were many recurring things in her life that she would've preferred to avoid.)

As she glanced at the clock to see it was ten in the morning, her eyes caught a yellow note on the fridge, adorned with David's almost illegible scrawl.

I'll be home late. Take care of yourself!

Sighing, she crumpled the paper in her palm and tossed it straight into the bin beside the kitchen counter. She opened the refrigerator and was disappointed to find it contained only a few cans of beer and a slice of moldy cheese.

Furious, she slammed the door and marched up the stairs to change and grab some money. She had to go shopping.

She was already shuddering in apprehension.

Going back outside and among strangers… Great.

She tugged on her black jeans and pulled on a thick, hooded black sweater. Before Neal, she'd never worn flashy or bright colors and after his death, she'd relegated almost all of her more colorful clothes to the back of her closet.

She didn't have much money, being unemployed at the moment. David was supporting her now, which she simply hated. She had been looking for vacancies for a long time, but with her limited experience and lack of a college degree, not to mention the impending apocalypse looming over their heads, her chances of finding something were pretty low. And David was against it anyway; she had no idea why, though, and he never told her the reason. So she had to make do with her limited savings, which was becoming increasingly annoying as David had completely forgotten about the household in the last two months.

She put a small amount of money in her back pocket and her keys in the pockets of her sweater, along with her phone. She put her hair in a ponytail, her curls bouncing with each step she took. She fixed her eyelashes with a swipe of mascara.

She tucked her gun into the waistband of her jeans; after all, one could never know what might happen. She concealed it with her sweater, making it invisible to anyone.

Fog was spreading through the gray streets, the sky covered in black clouds, an ideal time for a short walk through the city center. There were hardly any people on the streets. On weekday mornings, everyone was either at school or at work, with only a few retirees strolling the cobblestone sidewalk.

Emma stuck her hands in the front pockets of her jeans and sketched out her tasks for the day in her head, but the list was pretty short. Shopping was her only agenda today, so she began to think feverishly about what to do with the long hours ahead of her.

She arrived at the tiny little corner store without any plans. She could get everything she needed here. She hated supermarkets.

When she was done shopping, she didn't head home, but to the nearby library. Inspiration came to her somewhere between choosing which can of food to buy. She needed some good books and a quiet place among normal people. Among relatively normal people.

It wasn't five minutes before she was wandering among the bookshelves in the pleasantly heated room, browsing the selection.

No one disturbed her, and at that moment, it felt very good. She continued to hunt for books peacefully, and after a while, she returned to the cashier with a small stack. The young woman behind the counter treated her kindly like she did anyone else, and that was a really strange feeling. Strange, but heartwarming. Maybe she should go out more often and fill out some more job applications. Then she could even live a relatively normal life.

She was already halfway home when her phone started ringing. She rolled her eyes in annoyance and dropped her packed bags on one of the nearby benches. She dug out her phone and looked at the caller ID.

David.

"I'm almost home, I just went shop-"

"Where are you exactly?" he gasped into the phone.

"Near the park on the avenue. Why?" she asked suspiciously. "What is it again?"

Before answering, he repeated her location to someone, then she heard the sound of a door slamming shut. "Elves," came the curt reply. "Dark Elves."

"David, stop talking in riddles!" The icy fingers of fear zigzagged through her spine. She had already had the opportunity to meet with one Dark Elf and she had no desire to repeat the encounter.

"Over the past few months, the Vampires and Werewolves have been plotting against us. They have realized that they cannot defeat us with brute force alone. They've been lurking in the shadows for the last few months, looking for a few allies, and they've found the Dark Elves. Some are already in the city and…" he took a deep breath. "The point is, don't move from where you are now, Emma. Killian will pick you up shortly."

Before she could ask anything, David ended the call. She stared furiously at her phone for a while, then pocketed the device just as it started beeping incessantly. She groaned and fished it out of her pocket again. It seemed she would have to replace it soon, the battery was almost dead, despite it being half full mere moments ago.

But that wasn't the only problem with the device. The signal dropped dangerously, then the thing just shut off altogether. Sultry magic swept through the city. Emma looked up in confusion. Around her, several elderly people pointed to the sky and shook their heads in incomprehension.

Emma looked up as well.

There were almost entirely black clouds floating in the sky, shrouding the entire city in shadows.

So the Elves were really here.

She picked up her bags, slipped her right hand under her sweater, and reached for the handle of her gun. She wouldn't be able to do much against Elves with it, but at least it made her feel a little better. Nervously, she scanned the deserted street. She had never longed this hard for Killian's arrival. Correction, she had never longed for him, period… Until now.

When she thought about it more carefully, she'd never talked to him for more than five minutes. Truth to be told, she hadn't even had the chance. Killian just came and went. He showed up in the most unexpected places, at the most stressful times, and disappeared just as quickly.

Barely a minute later, a black Porsche Panamera stopped in front of her, leaving dark skid marks on the asphalt. She jerked back, startled, and managed to land on her ass in a not very graceful way.

The car door swung open and Killian stared at her, impatiently at first, then noticed her sprawled figure on the ground. A strange smile slid across his face, but she couldn't place why it felt so different. "It's more comfortable in here, lass," he said, patting the seat beside him.

Emma staggered to her feet with an annoyed huff. She considered staining the seat cover with her muddy jeans in retaliation, but she didn't want to be childish. She was about to dust off her clothes as best she could with a tissue when something grabbed her waist and yanked her into the car. The door slammed shut on its own, and Killian stepped on the gas.

"Was that you?" she growled when she finally managed to get herself into a more decent position. At that moment, the seatbelt flew through the air in front of her and snapped into place on the edge of her seat.

"And that too," Killian nodded grimly, focusing on the road.

"Don't you dare do that again! Or at least, warn me next time!"

She really wasn't used to someone practicing magic on her. It wasn't exactly painful or uncomfortable; in fact, the touch of Killian's magic was lukewarm and pleasantly eerie, but it still scared the shit out of her.

"Apologies…"

Finally, she raised her eyes to him, and only now realizing why his previous smile seemed so strange. His face looked completely different. There was not a drop of eyeliner on him, and his stubble was completely gone. He looked so young that way, but she had to admit, she liked his bad boy look better.

Either way, he was a pretty good-looking guy.

And she really needed to stop thinking now.

"What the hell happened?"

"To my face?" he smiled compulsively. "I had to shave because they couldn't stitch up the wound," he replied lightly, as if it was just a usual Thursday for him.

"Wound? Stitch up? But shouldn't you be supposed to heal…?"

Before she could finish her question, Killian turned his face fully toward her. There was a fresh, red scar starting at his temple and extending to the line of his lips.

"Jesus…" she gasped.

The sight of his handsome face disfigured by the scar shocked her greatly.

"Wounds inflicted by Elves don't heal on their own or fast like any other," he shrugged and looked at the road again, but she could see the bitterness in his eyes that she just couldn't place.

She sank as low as she could into the seat, peering at him timidly, then glanced out the window. The city was dark as if it was already night, and she knew for a fact that this was the work of Elves. This way, the vampires could walk around the city without fearing the sunlight.

It was comfortably warm in the car, yet she huddled as a shiver ran through her. She watched the city pass by silently and then she realized…

"Killian, we left the—" she began in alarm, but he seemed perfectly calm.

"We're not going to your house," he replied nonchalantly, not taking his eyes off the road, for which she was very grateful because they were going much faster than allowed.

"Then where?" her eyes widened in shock.

"To the Guild. It's safer there."

"And David? What about him? Where is he now?"

"Calm down, Swan, he'll be there too," he assured her, then gave her an uneasy sideways glance. "It's going to be alright."

Calm down.

It was easy to say but much harder to do. Especially for her, who could get upset over any little thing, no matter how ridiculous.

Despite the low roar of the engine, she could hear the wind outside blowing louder and louder, tearing cruelly at the scrawny branches of the weak trees on the side of the road. Lightning zigzagged through the sky, and the car shook in another gust of wind.

She shuddered in her seat and made herself as small as she could. Only now did she realize what the presence of the Elves meant, and she was scared to death, if she was honest. There had been no example of them interfering in battles on this earth for hundreds of years.

"It's not far now, love, we'll be there soon," Killian encouraged, and she looked up at him again, expressionless, feeling unspeakably miserable.

His face was practically split in two, and he was the one comforting her? She scoffed at herself.

"Okay." She couldn't say anything else, just slumped in her seat and crossed her arms in front of her chest. A shiver ran down her spine, causing goosebumps on her skin, and she felt like her head was being held in a vice. She knew what that meant. She had just enough time to cling to the edge of the seat, and the vision came unstoppable…

#cs ff #captain swan #cssns21 #cssns 2021 #cs fic #emma swan #killian jones #captain hook #ouat #once upon a time #ouat ff #killian x emma #captain swan supernatural #my fic #thejollyroger writer #TWPYR #captain swan ff #captain swan fic #cs fanfic

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prismatica-the-strange · 3 years

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Meet Celeste Strange

Fandom: Marvel/MCU

Love Interest: Loki

Family: Dr. Stephen Strange (Father)

Favored Weapon/Relic: The Cosmic Bow of Orion

Bio: An unplanned pregnancy with another student in Strange's 2nd year of college, Celeste's mother left her to be raised by her father. She grew up with every privilege and opportunity he could afford her. He paid to get her into the best academic schools as a child, an ultimately useless endeavor as her talents were more artistic.

She was 14 during the Battle of New York.

After Stephen's car accident she watched, utterly helpless as her father lost everything, eventually following him to Kamar Taj at 17. For or 2 years she trained to become a sorceress. Her open-mindedness and willingness to give in to the lessons allowing her to work her way through the levels nearly as fast as her father.

Two years after the whole Dormammu incident, Loki returns to Earth with Thor to find their father. Strange sends her with them to make sure Thor takes Loki when he leaves.

She's swept up in the Bifrost when Hela emerges and is thrown into space with Loki, waking up in a bed in their now shared quarters on Sakaar. Loki had lied to the Grandmaster to save her life, saying they were married. When they landed on the planet her arm had been severely injured, and her sling ring destroyed.

Over the weeks, pretending to be the wife of the god of Mischief became less and less of a chore as they began to fall for each other.

After escaping the planet and saving what was left of Asgard, Celeste watched as Thanos all but incapacitated Hulk, and to save them, Heimdall, with his dying breath, sent her and Banner back to Earth. There she is reunited with her father just before the children of Thanos attack New York.

She is wounded in the fight and is unable to follow Tony Stark, her father, and The Spiderman.

Banner invited her to join him at the Avengers compound while Wong protected the Sanctum. She then accompanies them to Wakanda where they make their stand against Thanos's forces.

When Tony and Nebula finally make it back from Titan he freezes up when he sees her, but she already knew, her dad would've teleported them back if he hadn't been dusted.

She spends the next 5 years protecting the New York Sanctum in place of her father and Wong. Except when she would get a call from Tony, who felt like he owed her, as if he treated her like family it would make up for, not just her father's death, but Peter's and the Guardians' as well. Morgan called her Aunty Strange. And honestly? Celeste appreciated it, more than Tony would ever realize. She had grown up with only her father, occasionally Christine, and later on Wong was like an uncle, she considered herself beyond lucky that after half the universe was destroyed, she had some semblance of a family left, whether it be the Starks or the ones left at the compound. Thor couldn't stand to see her, after everything they went through on Sakaar and with Hela, every time he saw her he saw his brother, and that was too much for him to bear.

I wanna say she had a little fling with Cap in those five years but that's all speculation. 👀👀

When Bruce and Scott proposed, for lack of a better word, a time heist, she was all for it. She helped Prof. Hulk convince her old friend The Ancient one, to lend them the Time stone.

Losing Nat was... Well, it was hard on everyone.

They were all rather battered and bruised after Thanos destroyed the compound, and she, Cap, Thor, and Tony had their little scrap with raisin man himself, but they had brought everyone back and they weren't going down without a fight.

She nearly started sobbing when the portals started to open and the second she could she found her father who she hugged like she'd never hugged anyone before.

Bruce knew he wasn't supposed to change anything else, just bring back the people Thanos had dusted, but he had to try. Try to bring back Nat, Loki, and Vision. He didn't think it worked until partway through the battle, he saw Celeste get tackled out of the way of an attack by a familiar mess of black hair and green cape.

Now here's where I really start changing canon. (Yeah but not really lol This idea was mainly scrapped, loki died, this is a familial ship now)

She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the silver-tongued god she'd grown to love those years ago, sprawled on top of her, frantically asking if she was alright. Had it been a better moment she would have kissed him.

During their final stand against Thanos, she brandished her relic, the Cosmic Bow of Orion, and fought besides sorcerers and Gods.

The battlefield went silent after Tony sacrificed himself, even Loki, who hardly liked- well, hardly knew him, understood the grave importance of what he did.

To say that Stephen was surprised Pepper had his daughter by her side at the funeral was an understatement. He realized that not only had Tony Stark saved the universe, but even before that, he had saved his daughter in some form or another, and that was something he could never make up for.

Now he had to deal with this... relationship between his Daughter and this god who tried to take over the world.

Also, Steve doesn't go back in time and stay there, but he does retire as Captain America and no one knows what happens to him for a while so Falcon and the Winter Soldier still happens!

This ship tag will be: #Celestial_Mischief

#Celestial Mischief #loki x s/i #f/o #s/i #prisma self ships #self shipping #self interest #fictional other #loki #Celeste Strange

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wolfy2109 · 4 years

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Tokka Week 2020 is here guys and here's my contribution to it!!(sorry if it's an early submission in your country)💖💖

Headcanons for the prompt "jealousy":-

In the initial stages of their relationship Toph felt like she won't have any problem with girls drooling over her man,it had always been that way after all. First it was Suki, actually no,it was every girl EVER. even the MOON. But it was quite the opposite,she used to become agitated more than Sokka,she had liked him since she was very young and never had a chance with him(or so she had thought) and now that she did,she had no wishes of entertaining any threats!.

Sokka on the other hand was way more subtle with his anger when he felt jealous,there were times when Toph being Toph came a little too close to men,she had never been girly and just gelled with guys better so she never intended for all this to happen nonetheless it did and Sokka tried to keep his calm,he and Toph bickered a lot which is why he didn't want to add on the reasons for them to argue. Also,he knew she was loyal to him and it was just her nature. He seldom gave into this bullshit(yes, he's over protective. No, he's not a controlling jerk.She never got too close anyway,what bothered him was the way guys looked at her which was not at all her fault).

One time Toph got overly offended at Sokka because he had been going to late night dinners with a group of people,they were all in the council together and managed the same area of issues. One of the women was from the water tribe too and was overly feminine,she constantly made advances at him and though Sokka always denied her "offers" Toph knew that it was one of the traits Sokka had earlier sought for in women and that was enough to make her more than annoyed. To get back at him,she tried to make him jealous and get closer to one of the guys Sokka always had an argument with. But she couldn't stand him at all!!. She only wanted to talk to him and Sokka to feel what she felt but it just wasn't happening,she pushed the guy away in every two minutes. Sokka knew what she was trying to do and found it cute and pitiful,she was trying so hard.That night Toph was extremely frustrated and wasn't talking to him at all till Sokka put his arms around her and leaned in to give her a kiss on her neck. "Good effort but no".

Sokka often made fun of how TOPH BEIFONG became jealous faster than any woman he had ever seen and she found it overly irritating. She never accepted this and they both used to drag Aang in this. While Sokka used to hit him with facts calmly,Toph used to start screaming about how over protective he is and that this behavior is more expected from him and not her. A conclusion was never reached but they both knew Sokka was right.

Sokka had once heard a soldier cat calling Toph and before she could earth bend and get him to senses, Sokka's boomerang had him pinned to the wall and his fist was in mid-air,almost about to hit the guy's face. Toph made fun of him for getting so dramatic and over protective and jealous. But she spent the night feeling safer than any woman in the world in his arms. (She mocked him for the heck of it but she knew he wasn't jealous but infuriated at the guy,he had spent hours being grumpy and saying things like "Stupid, idiot, brainless, disrespectful man,does he even know who you ARE?. messing with my girlfriend,as if,if only killing was legal I would've-",till Toph had to cut him off mid sentence and calm him down.)

I hope you guys liked these headcanons, please leave comments and let me know your reviews!!. 💙💚

PS:-the gif and the art in it are not at all mine!!. I tried to find the original artist but wasn't able to.

#water tribe #team avatar #avatar: tla #tokka #can't wait for tokka week #tokka fanfic #tokka fanart #toph beiphong #sokka×toph #sokka of the southern water tribe #sokka #atla sokka #tokka week #gaang edit #aang gaang #gaang headcanons #sokka?toph #atla #atla au

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jazminetoad · 3 years

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In My Reality | Chapter 1: Dreams & Wishes

Yo, I finally finished the actual first chapter of this new series! I originally wanted to get this out within a week of the prologue’s release but this turned out to be longer than I imagined. All of my TLC went into this for the past three weeks, I haven’t felt this passionate for a project in a long time. I hope you enjoy it just as much as I do! ^-^

(This is a Tatsumi brothers x Reader)

(To read the first part, click -> Prologue)

(To read the next part, click → Chapter 2)

(Click “Keep reading” to read the story)

"Geez [n/n], you look so tired," Kamida pointed out. "Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Yeah, I did," I told them before a yawn escaped my mouth. "Just not as much as I wanted."

The three of us were standing at one of the local bus stops that took us downtown. It was our usual meeting spot since it crossed paths with the sidewalks that led us to our houses. We were heading to the arcade, our pockets filled with coins and our phones. The two artists were awake and ready but I on the other hand wished I stayed in bed.

"Oh?" Kamida quirked a brow.

"Did you go to sleep when we ended the call?" Meri-chan questioned, narrowing her eyes at me. 'Course in my sleepy state, I wasn't bothered by her laser stare.

"No-"

"[Name]!"

"Look, I wasn't ready to fall asleep at the time. Can you blame me?" I asked only to receive a sigh for an answer. "I didn't stay up too late anyway-"

"When?"

"When what?"

"When do you go to sleep?" Meri-chan inquired, placing her hands on her hips.

'Playing the mom friend, are we now?' I thought to myself. 'At least I don't have to deal with the teasing wingman.'

"Around 2 in the morning," I mumbled.

"[Name]!"

"What did you even do during that time?" Kamida asked, saving me from Meri-chan's lecture.

"I just watched the twins' episodes from Juuni Taisen." I noticed Meri-chan was about to go on again so I added, "Hey, at least I didn't watch the entire series."

"That's not the point," Meri-chan stated. I just shrugged in response.

"You really love those two, don't you," Kamida asked me.

"Yup."

I lost track of how many times I rewatched their episodes long ago. While rewatching the entire Anime is great, I didn't have the patience to go through six other episodes before seeing my favourite twins. I then just kept replaying the twins' episodes, eventually losing track of how many times I did. It's just that every time I watch the two episodes, the more I felt I could understand them. It made them seem as if they were real, but the reality is that they're not and I have to remember that. That doesn't stop my dreams though, speaking of my dreams...

"You know, I had an unusual dream last night," I told my friends. "It wasn't like the rest of my dreams that were strange and went all over the place. This dream it... it was of the Tatsumi Brothers but- but it was alternate ending with them." I left out the description of what happened because it'd spoil the Anime for Kamida, and I didn't want to do that.

"What do you mean by 'alternate ending'?" Meri-chan inquired, raising a brow.

"Like it was the ending of Juuni Taisen but different," I answered. "It just- it looked so real! It felt like I was actually watching the Anime until I woke up. You get what I'm saying?"

"Ummm, no," Meri-chan responded, sounding puzzled.

"Really?" I deadpanned.

"I get what you're saying," Kamida piped, pushing his glasses up for the Anime effect. My brow raised in question as to what his next words would be. "You're saying you're obsessed with the two to the point you dream of them!" He stated, pointing an index finger at me.

"Ack-! No!"

"Relax [n/n]," Kamida laughed. "I'm just messing with ya."

"Ha ha..." I let out before another yawn escapes.

"Man, you really are tired."

"I think the dream took my energy," I theorized, rubbing my eyes to stay open. Just as the words left my mouth, we all caught a glimpse of the approaching city bus. I don't know if it was just me but the thing seemed to be taking its sweet time to get to the bus stop.

"It's okay, [Name]. You can take a nap on the bus," Meri-chan told me as the bus came to a stop. "We'll wake you up when we're at the stop near the arcade."

"Alright."

Following my friends, I stepped onto the bus. It wasn't crowded, which made sense considering most people were still working at 2 in the afternoon. Kamida found a set of seats for all of us and sat down, Meri-chan sat next to him, then I plopped down in the seat next to her. Adjusting my position to try and get comfortable enough to fall asleep, I tilted my head to the side and let my eyes fall shut. Soon enough, I had drifted into sleep.

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"Is that thing any good?" Nagayuki asked his younger brother, watching him eat the deceased, cooked lizard.

"Yeah, it's awesome!" Takeyasu's sarcasm dripped with venom as his teeth tried to tear the scaled arm. "What do you think?"

The elder twin just blankly stared at his brother. Silence filled the air around them, but the sound of the younger twin eating his dead pet prevented the silence from taking over the scene. That was until the echo of a knock on their door emitted into their ears.

In sync, they both turned their attention to the door wondering who'd come to the door at this hour aside from a delivery man, but it wouldn't make sense for it to be a delivery man. Neither of them had ordered anything. The two gave each other a glance of uncertainty before Nagayuki let out a sigh, pinching the tip of his nose.

"I'll answer it," he stated as he approached the front door.

"Alright." Takeyasu reached over and grabbed his weapon, pulling it close for easy access, just in case.

The feeling around them pulled the twins towards the edge as eerie vines grew in the room. Masking his expression, Nagayuki slowly twisted the knob and partially opened the door. He briefly eyes the person standing on the other side.

It was a man with a top hat, grey hair tied back into a ponytail, facial hair, and the structure of his face made him seem elderly. He wore a black long coat with a grey scarf and white gloves. By this alone, the elder Tatsumi brother was able to tell this man dressed to blend into the shadows and meant business. Something else emitted from the man, it seemed to be supernatural. If it had been a normal person answering the door, they would've brushed the feeling off as if it was nothing because they don't believe in it, but Nagayuki knew the supernatural existed because he was living proof. That said, he grew cautious, thinking carefully of his next actions.

"Can I help you?" Nagayuki asked the man with a stoic face.

"I do believe this is the household of the Tatsumi brothers, Nagayuki and Takeyasu, if my sources are correct," the man spoke with an unreadable smile.

"So what if it is?"

"My name is Duodecuple," the man introduced himself. "I am from the Juuni Taisen organization."

Nagayuki raised a brow, suspicious of this mysterious person. When the head of the dragon and snake household explained how the Juuni Taisen contacted you the instructions of how to get to the location, they sent a letter in a red envelope with gold wax as its seal, and it was delivered through the mail. Why was this man here?

"Are you?" Nagayuki questioned. "Do you have any proof to back up that claim of yours?"

"I figured you would say something like that," Duodecuple said, his gloved-hand reached into his coat and pulled out a red envelope with a golden seal, handing it to Nagayuki.

Taking it from the man, the elder Tsumita twin opened the letter and thoroughly read the message written. Sure enough, this was legit. Glancing back at the man, still with a hint of suspicion, Nagayuki folded the letter and placed it back in the envelope before handing it back to him.

"Alright, so why are you here exactly? Last time I checked, you don't escort the warriors to the Juuni Taisen."

"While that is indeed true, I am here on the behave of a wish someone made. A wish that you and your brother wouldn't partake in the Juuni Taisen."

Takeyasu, who was listening to the conversation nearby, swung the door open and fired his weapon at the man. In his mind, that statement is something said before another person is killed. Not necessarily a threat, but even so it wasn't something to take lightly. He wasn't taking the risk of his brother being killed.

Nagayuki hardly had any time to react before his brother started burning the person in front of them. Part of him wanted to scold his brother for acting impulsively, but gratitude is the feeling that stirred inside him. He became unsettled after what the man said, and if it wasn't for Takeyasu, there was a chance the walls would've been stained with blood. However, he should stop his brother before they burn down the apartment building, he doesn't want to have to move again.

"Alright, that's enough, Takeyasu," Nagayuki told his twin, putting a hand on the younger one's shoulder. As the final remains of ember faded away after Takeyasu had stopped, both twins saw that no evidence was left behind of the man. "You really got him good..." Nagayuki stated, almost in disbelief.

"I do believe it is considered rude to try to kill someone before they finish what they are saying." Duodecuple's voice lurked behind them. The two flinched and spun around to discover the man standing there with no trail of smoke or ash on him as if he never had made contact with the fire. "But since you are warriors, I suppose that is an exception."

"I'd like to see you try and avoid this!"

"Wait-" Nagayuki tried to stop his brother from making any haste moves but his brother slithered quickly and tried to attack the old man with physical combat.

From the way the man never flinched and stood his ground, Nagayuki knew something was up. Sure enough, when Takeyasu struck he phased right through. Surprised by this, Takeyasu barely had time to recover and stumbled to catch himself. Once he steadied himself, he looked back to the elder man with narrowed eyes, growling.

"Now, now, I don't mean to bring any harm," Duodecuple reassured the two, holding up one of his gloved hands to gesture he meant no harm. "I am just here to fulfill a wish..." he paused for a brief moment to lower his hand. "Three wishes actually."

"Huh?" Both Tatsumi brothers spoke in sync, confused. Why would there be three wishes that involved them?

"By your tone, I am sure you are confused. I do not blame you however, even if you remembered your own wish you still would not know where the third one came from."

The twins' eyes glanced at each other before going back to the man. If they had made their wish and Duodecuple was here to grant it then that means they were already in the Juuni Taisen and won. What didn't make sense was how did they both win? Did something change where they could both win? If that was the case, why was Duodecuple here before the Juuni Taisen even started? Then there was still the third wish that didn't fit in the picture.

"Since it is not possible for the two of you to avoid the Juuni Taisen while in this plane of existence, our organizers thought it would be best to move you to another. And since the organizers are generous, they thought to grant another wish that would benefit both you and the wisher."

Once again, the Tatsumi brothers shared a look. Both unsure if there was a catch, and both having a lot of questions running through their minds. This entire situation seemed to be too good to be true then again, it was the Juuni Taisen. From what the twins heard, they made anything possible, the power they have is unimaginable. Still, better to find out now.

"Is there anything else we should know about?" Nagayuki inquired.

"You will be living with the wisher," Duodecuple informed them. "As I said, it is a win-win situation. You will be informed of the new plane and you will have a new place to stay, it makes things more convenient."

"Alright, so we get our wish granted and a new roommate." Takeyasu turned his gaze to his brother, a smirk on his face. "It doesn't seem all that bad."

"I am glad to hear that. That being said, you have seven hours to pack everything you need before you are escorted to your new home," Duodecuple told them, taking off his hat and bowing. His form began to pixelate away until the air was the only thing that remained where the mysterious hologram once stood.

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"[Name], wake up," Meri-chan whispered, nudging me awake. "We're here."

"Huh? Oh, right," I mumbled before a yawn escaped my mouth as I rose to my feet.

Once the three of us had walked off the bus, I stretched my stiff limbs. Satisfaction filled me as the musical sound of my bones cracking played through my ears. I was on that bus for too long, but if that meant I got more sleep, I didn't mind. However, I still wished I had been sleeping, for one I still felt like I needed more rest, and two, I wanted to continue the dream I had. It felt real like the one I dreamt the night before, just as if I was watching Juuni Taisen. I found it rather strange that twice in a row I had a dream like that.

"Feeling more awake now, [n/n]?" Kamida asked me.

"Kinda," I answered honestly before I drew a smirk on my face. "Awake enough to be able to beat you at Street Fighter!" I told him, poking his arm then picked up my feet and dashed towards the building.

"Oh no, you don't!" Kamida shouted, sprinting after me.

"Hey, no fair! You guys got a head start!" Meri-chan complained, following behind, trying to keep up.

'Course, it didn't take long before Kamida was running ahead of me, he had the height advance. Kamida is taller than both me and Meri-chan, and I am taller than Meri-chan which leaves her as the shortest out of our trio. That said, it was the order in which we all arrived at the arcade's main doors. Laughter emerged from us as we stumble at the front entrance.

"You guys are so slow," Kamida jeered.

"Yeah, yeah." I waved it off with a hand before strolling over and opening the door. "After you."

"As the wingman, I insist you go first," he stated holding the door open.

"Fine." I stepped into the world of entertainment and scanned the dark place where black and neon lights hung from. Only a few kids were here today, which means more gameplay for us! "Alright!" I thought out loud.

"Hey [n/n]-chan," Meri-chan addressed me, catching my attention. "Let's play a round of air hockey."

"Yeah- we can do our match later Kamida," I told him, still wanting to do that duel.

"Cool, I'll just be playing Space Invaders over here," he said before walking away.

"Alright, Meri-chan." My hand fished out a dollar from my pocket and inserted it in the coin slot, activating the machine. Taking the puck from the goal and placing it on the table, I put on my game face. "First to ten wins."

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"Aw man," I groaned, seeing my Pac-man die for 4th time playing this multiplayer game.

"You're off your game today," Kamida commented as his eyes focus on the screen, trying not to get eaten by Meri-chan's red Pac-man.

"Gee, I wonder what makes you think that." I playfully rolled my eyes, chuckling as I saw Kamida's blue Pac-man get eaten.

"Dang it!"

"Haha!" Meri-chan cheered in victory, throwing her hands in the air.

I felt a smile form on my face seeing my friends act the way they did, but my mind couldn't help but focus on the dreams I had earlier. They were stuck bouncing around my loop of thoughts, perhaps that's why I was off my game. Who can blame me though? It's not like I get these dreams every day so the fact they happen was a puzzle itself, maybe if they happened more often I wouldn't be so distracted.

"Well darn, it's 5:10." Meri-chan's statement caused me to get off my train of thought.

"Shoot, I'm supposed to be home by 6," I told them.

"And I'm supposed to be cooking dinner tonight for me and my little brother," Kamida grumbled as he dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"Should we leave now and catch the next bus?" Meri-chan asked, her eyes looking at us after her phone was put back in her pocket.

"Yeah, the next bus arrives in 15 minutes," Kamida informed us, checking the bus schedule.

"Let's get going then," I said leading the way out of the arcade. Stepping outside after being inside that dim-lit building burned my eyes. My hands shot up to block the setting sun as I let out a snake-like hiss, taking a few steps back.

"Hhhhh, why couldn't it be night when we left?" Meri-chan complained, getting the same effect.

"I don't know, I don't control time," Kamida replied to her squinting his eyes to try and adjust back to the normal lighting. "Come on guys, we don't have much time before the bus gets to the stop."

"Right," I nodded, setting my hands in my jacket pockets after my eyes were used to the lighting, following the others.

"You guys wanna do this again tomorrow?" Meri-chan asked, starting conversation as we strolled to the bus stop.

"I already have stuff going on tomorrow," I lied. It's not that I didn't want to spend time with them, I just didn't want to go outside until I have to go back to school.

"And I'm going to be at my grandparents for the next three days. That's why I said we should hang out today," Kamida explained.

"Oh, that's alright. We can always voice chat at night," Meri-chan optimized.

"Yeah." A yawn escaped from my mouth once again. 'Man, I really do need sleep.'

"[n/n], you should take a nap when you get home."

"I will, I will," I grumbled. 'After I take a shower.'

I probably won't remember to take a nap when I get home, cause with showering and then dinner practically ready when I'm finished, the thought will be lost in my head. Not to mention my dreams are what have been occupying my mind. Usually, they don't, but I believe I'm still grasping onto them since I don't want them to slip away.

'What do the dreams mean?' It appeared too real to be just a normal dream but to call it a vision would absurd. Visions are stuff that happened, will happen, or a sort of warning, at least that's how it is in movies. The closest thing I ever get to a vision is the random flashes of deja vu I receive. Perhaps I'm overthinking this, maybe I'm just having proper dreams for once. Yeah, that's probably it, I-

"Whoa there, [n/n]!" Kamida grasped my hood to prevent me from walking any further.

"Huh?" I voiced, confused by his actions, I turned my head to him and gave him a "Why did you do that?" expression.

"We're at the bus stop, dummy," Meri-chan informed me.

"Oh, oops." I sweatdropped as I stood beside them.

"We're just in time too," Kamida pointed out as he watched the bus drive towards the stop.

One by one, we stepped onto the bus. I noticed the number of people taking this transportation has grown since it's at an hour where most people get off work, luckily there was still a three-seat row open for us. My legs took haste to snatch the spot before it could be in someone's possession, then I plopped down onto the window seat. By the time I had shifted into a comfortable yet civil sitting position, my friends had joined me. Kamida next to me and Meri-chan sitting on his other side.

Vines of silence grew around us so we didn't disturb anyone lurking in our surroundings. I wasn't phased by the lack of conversation, taking the opportunity to gaze at the modern buildings the bus drove by and dive further into the waters of my mind. Going through the catalogue of my memory, I searched for the recent dream I had and play it once I had found it. Something felt out of place in that dream, and it wasn't just because the scenario differed from the canon result of the flashback in episode 8 of Juuni Taisen. The fact Duodecuple stated he came to fulfill three wishes and not two didn't make sense.

If I connected the dots correctly, the first two wishes were Nagayuki and Takeyasu's wish to not partake in the Juuni Taisen, but then where did the third wish come from? Why would there be a third wish? Did I miss something in my first dream? Is it possible that if I slept a bit longer this morning I would've found out who made the third wish?

Multiple questions danced in my mind but they couldn't find any answers for them to waltz around with. After all, they were left in the mystic unknown, the only way they could return to the known land and find answers is if I returned to the dream realm, but there's no guarantee that it'll give me what I'm looking for. I highly doubt I'd be able to get another dream of the Tatsumi brothers again, my dreams have been generous enough to grant me two normal dreams in a row, I don't think they're going to give me a third. Still, it would be nice-

"[n/n], we're at our stop," Kamida informed me while waving a hand in front of my face.

"Uh-right... right," I responded and arose to my feet, following them out of the bus. Once outside, I brushed myself off, watching the bus drive out of view. Turning my attention to my friends, my hands set themselves in my jacket pockets. "So I guess I'll see you guys at school."

"{Yup|Yeah}," they answered at the same time.

"Alright, see ya then guys." I waved, beginning to stroll backwards in the direction of my house.

"Bye!" Meri-chan exclaimed, waving.

"See ya." Kamida gave a small wave before turning and heading home.

I faced forward once we had disappeared in our path home, eyeing the slim light that emerged from the sun that is ready to be engulfed by the black night. My hand dug into my pocket and pulled out my phone, I needed to text my mom I was almost home. Turning on the device, I noticed I had two text messages, one from my mom and the other from my brother. I tapped on the notification and bypassed the lock screen to read the message my bro sent me.

"Hey, I'm going to a hangout at my friend's house.

Won't be back till morning"

"Looks like he made plans of his own," I thought out loud. "Guess that means no Code Geass tonight, but that also means I can rewatch Juuni Taisen." Drawing a smirk on my face, I chuckled before sending a response to my brother.

"Aight, cya tomorrow bro"

I waited for the message to load and confirm it was sent before tapping onto the text my mom sent.

"Just wanted to let you know your brother

is going over to his friend's place."

"Good to know."

"I'm almost home"

I turned off my phone once I had replied to her message, storing the device in my pocket. Mom always made sure to inform us whenever something came up, which I am grateful for. It helped me remember and keep track of things, they say "two heads are better than one" for a reason.

"Two heads..." I chuckled to myself when the Tsumita twins popped into my head once more. "Two heads that's been stuck in my mind all day."

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I sat down in my office chair once I had finished drying my hair, dressed in a simple t-shirt and cargo pants. Opening my laptop I hopped onto docs and clicked the option open a new document. It had been a while since I had written anything, my search for inspiration had been harder than trying to find water in a desert, but with the two dreams I had, I thought I could use it for the idea of a plot. Fidgeting with my bracelet, I tried to construct a starter for the story in my mind, but I found myself unable to find my way around writer's block.

Glancing down at the accessory hugging my wrist as if I asked for ideas, I didn't have any other options since no one was here beside me. I would call or text Meri-chan or Kamida but I knew I'd be heading down soon for dinner. I found no point in inquiring if they could talk if I had to disappear. Funny enough, the bracelet only reminded me of the Tatsumi brothers. I laughed to myself, wondering what the twins would say if they were here, I found the idea amusing. I became tempted to tear the material on my wrist to make my greatest wish a reality, to see if they could become real once I did, but common sense popped my fantasy bubble. This wasn't some Anime where a game master could grant my wish, such fictional desires weren't possible for me to achieve, but I wish it was.

Something in my gut kicked me, flying my head out of that sad mindset I didn't know I fell into. My eyes went back to the blank doc I had open on my laptop. I felt a spark begin to flicker, attempting to get the fire of creativity going. My hands hovered over the keys, words on the tip of my fingers-

"[Name], dinner is ready," mom told me on the other side of my closed door she knocked on.

"Dah!" Frustrated, my arms flew up and mimicked the action of flipping a table before they slammed down on the edge of my desk. "Just when I had something..." I groaned and hung my head back. My mood shifted quickly, realizing some brain food would be good. "Coming mom."

As I arose from my chair, my bracelet seemed off, but when I checked it, everything appeared to be fine. I shrugged off my instinct, believing I was imagining things.

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A yawn escaped my mouth after I heard the door to mom's room close, she went to bed since she had to work early. I was just chilling on the couch, my feet reclined up and any plans of writing had gone out the window once I had become one with the couch. I had the house somewhat to myself, considering my mom was now upstairs sleeping I couldn't do much.

I don't do things too exciting anyway, most times I just continued writing, or watch something on the tv which is what I'm doing now. Other times if my friends are available, I'd call them up and we'd discuss the fictional world. Then there was the rare occasion where I'd put on music and dance or vibe. It's relaxing me time.

Currently, Juuni Taisen played on the widescreen tv, already on the 11th episode. I don't know why, but it felt strange to watch it. I've seen these courses of events multiple times, each time understanding it more, why now do I receive this feeling? Perhaps the reason had to do with the dreams I had previously, with them appearing so real I guess coming back to what actually happened felt off to me. At least that was my thought process as I let out another yawn.

The 11th episode now halfway through and my eyes had begun to droop, feeling drowsy like Nezumi. The tv slowly turned into background noise when my tired mind began to pull me into the dream realm, my arms going limp to my sides as my eyes closed. The last audible thing I heard was Nezumi mentioning his 100 paths.

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"Too bad my lizard died, I think he would've liked meeting a new face," Takeyasu remarked gazing at the empty reptile tank sitting on his shelf, taking a break from packing his duffle bags.

This all seemed surreal for Takeyasu, for months he was on edge and trying to distance himself from his brother so when they were in the Taisen it wouldn't be as painful to see him die, at least that was his thought process. It probably wouldn't have worked anyway, not when Nagayuki started to take the big brother role more seriously ever since they both found out one of them was going to die in the Juuni Taisen if the other were to win. Then this wish thing came along and now they're packing for their new life, it was a miracle this was happening. Part of Takeyasu imagined this is some cruel dream that he's in and reality is about to wake him up to see those red letters for him and his brother. He sure wished it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him.

"Hey, are you done packing?" Nagayuki questioned checking in, changed into his signature blue outfit.

"Almost, just gotta stash the rest of the money in there," the younger Tatsumi brother answered, going back to his task. "Do you think we can bring Hitokage and Yuki-onna?"

"I don't think that's the best idea, we don't know who our new roommate is going to be and what exactly they'll be okay with," Nagayuki stated, his hand grasping his chin as he began thinking out loud. "Normal people would probably freak out upon seeing two guys with a flamethrower and an icethrower. Still, if we have something to do with the third wish they must know who we are."

"Heh, I was just going to bring Hitokage anyway, regardless of your answer. You never know if we may need them."

Nagayuki rolled his eyes, knowing his brother would do something like that. His little bro had a point, however. They might need their weapons in this new place they're going, it'd probably give more use than the currency they were bringing with them. Both were unaware of where they were heading. Walking over, he looked inside one of Takeyasu's bags, small red rectangle boxes caught his eye and he picked one up.

"Really? You're taking your poker cards?"

"You say that like it's a question."

"Do you really need all of them?"

"Yeah, they're collector." Takeyasu stated his reason like it was obvious. The snake then cracked a smile. "At least I can reuse them unlike the bags of snacks you packed."

"Shut up." A faint blush appeared on Nagayuki's albino cheeks. "The flavours might not be available where we go, it's not like I'm going to eat them all in one go."

The little brother playfully snickered until the brief moment died down. A gentle silence sat between them, the only thing heard was Takeyasu stuffing items into the duffle bag. The elder Tatsumi brother glanced outside the room, considering if he should go check to see he had everything he needed and wasn't forgetting anything, but his bro caught his attention before he could decide.

"Hey..." Takeyasu started with a monotone, the mood in the room becoming heavy. That was a rare thing to happen among them, so he had his elder twin's full attention. "Did you ever think this would happen; Us not having to be apart of the Juuni Taisen?"

"I'm going to be honest with you, Takeyasu."

That was a phrase the younger Tsumita twin hadn't heard in a long time.

"I thought the Juuni Taisen was what our whole lives were leading up to, but I also thought the day would never come," Nagayuki spoke truthfully, his eyes gazed down at the floor. "I... just can't believe that it's not actually going to come, and how it never will..."

It grew quiet, the reality of what was happening finally settling in their minds. The reality neither of them was going to die. The reality neither of them had to kill the other. It was gone, the dark road was gone. They were free.

A laugh broke the silence, Nagayuki glance at his brother who had made the joyful sound.

"We don't have to play those bastards' game!" Takeyasu exclaimed, tackling his bro into a hug.

"Oof-" Nagayuki stumbled, not expecting the sudden embrace, but when he steadied himself he wrapped his arms around his baby brother. The burden of death has been lifted from their shoulders and they never felt more relieved. Tears of joy threatened to fall as the two hugged, knowing they wouldn't lose the other.

Before either could cry, an outsider cleared their throat. The moment now passed, the twins pulled away from the sibling hug to see Duodecuple there holding his hands behind his back.

"Are you both ready?" the man asked.

"Yeah, let me just get my bags," Nagayuki responded, moving past the elder man to get to his room.

Entering, the dragon went straight to retrieve the two duffle bags he packed. However, he ceased in his tracks when he turned to exit, spying the icethrower from the corner of his eye. He had originally planned to leave it, thinking it wasn't needed in his new life and unsure how their new roommate would feel about it, but since his little bro was taking his flamethrower what could it hurt to bring his weapon along?

"Besides, I don't I could get something like you out there, Yuki-onna," Nagayuki said, a smirk plastered on his face as he picked up the icethrower and put it on his back. He then grabbed his bags and left his now old room. Joining his brother's side in the main room, both face the mysterious man, holding their belongings.

"I hope you both are aware you are not heading to any warzones," Duodecuple told them, seeing how both Tatsumi brothers were carrying their weapons with them.

"Yeah, we know," Nagayuki stated blankly.

"But there's no way we're leaving these," Takeyasu added with a smug expression.

"I see." Duodecuple nodded, grabbing the rim of his top hat.

"So where are heading?" the elder Tatsumi brother asked.

"And how are we getting-"

Before the younger Tsumita twin could finish his question, Duodecuple had taken off his hat to bow, while doing so the brothers faded out of their reality.

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"No!" I cried, reaching out to the two, only to face the actual screen in front of me. "Oh... it was just another dream," I muttered to myself, grasping my forehead with my right hand.

I'm surprised I actually was granted a third dream of the Tatsumi brothers. I expected my brain not to be so generous, not that I'm complaining, I'm grateful for it. I wished I knew what happened to them though, maybe I'll find out in the next dream. I could get used to having them on my mind as I sleep.

Returning to the reality before me, I saw the episode had finished a while ago. My hand went to pick up the phone that laid on the couch beside me to check the time, but when I did I noticed my bracelet had broken beyond repair. I quickly sat up, picking up the remains of the lime bracelet and the few beads that were once on it.

"Shit, how'd it break?" I questioned, examing the pieces. "It was fine an hour ago, wasn't it?" Shaking my head, I knew it had to throw it in the trash, it was useless now.

I reclined my spot on the couch back down and stuffed my phone in my pocket. Holding the bits of my broken bracelet, I strolled over to the trashcan in the kitchen and dropped them in there. I felt disappointed, I actually enjoyed wearing that bracelet. Not only was it a gift from one of my best friends but it was something that reminded me of the Tatsumi brothers.

"Oh well, objects can't last forever," I mumbled to myself, recalling the day our Wii console stopped reading discs, on New Year's Day too no less.

Catching a glimpse of the time set on the oven, I figured I should head upstairs to my room. If I stayed downstairs for too long and went up late in the night, I'd give mom broken sleep. Probably best I'd head there now anyway if I wanted to get any writing done.

Going up the steps silently so I wouldn't disturb mom, headed to the next floor. My mind was in a whirlwind of different thoughts, but they were put to a pause when I heard voices. At first, I concluded it was just mom talking in her sleep again, however, I crossed it off since they sounded male. My next assumption was my brother but that wouldn't make sense since he wasn't home. Before the scary sensation of the situation settled into my mindset, I had reached the floor and the semi-audio voices sounded familiar to me. With that in mind, I crept down the hallway towards the sound and I realized it was coming from my room.

'Why would it be my room of all places?' I questioned in my head. 'I don't have anything worth stealing!' I turned around to go and find something to use to defend myself but I never took another step because that's when their sentences became audible.

"Too bad we didn't have more time to pack, I would've liked to bring my desktop set up with me."

'No way...' I thought to myself, slowly twisting my head towards my door with wide eyes.

"Don't sweat it, bro. You got the USB, that's all that matters."

'No fucking way!'

I didn't even realize I moved down the hall until my hand felt the cool metal of the doorknob that opened the door to my room. My brain hardly processing my actions, I twisted the handle and pushed open the door. The sight before me I could barely believe.

There standing in my room, in their full warrior gear, were the Tatsumi brothers.

In the moment of me just staring at their backs, I forgot how to fucking breathe. Then Takeyasu was the first to turn to me.

"Hey bro, I think our roommate is here," he told his brother, his signature smirk on his face.

"Huh?" Nagayuki turning attention to me, his icy gaze settling on my skin. "I think you're right."

The expression of the younger twin changed to a semi-worried one. "Hey, are you okay?-"

I wasn't able to hear the rest of his words because all the weight that once was in my head disappeared. I saw my surroundings grow taller and tilt horizontally, but then I felt something solid collide with my back and my vision dissolved to black. I realized that I fainted from disbelief.

I mean, this couldn't have been real right? I was sleeping only moments ago and I woke up to this? No, no, this couldn't be real. I'm probably just dreaming, right? Yeah, that's what I'm doing, dreaming. I'm just dreaming. I'll wake up on the couch and see that it was only a dream.

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And The Saga Continues

By saga I mean me supervising this 'fake RbbSbb' account on twitter because I want to.

also Im going to separate the posts by day, if anything else happens I'll retweet and add it on this one. Tommorow its a separate post.

If you're intrested to see the first bit (two separate days in a post, one in which I found and then kept retweeting what happened after weeks (?) of not checking on it) (! I do reccomend reading the previous one)

so if you're intrested look up the tag #Fake-RbbSbb in my account.

Sooooo as expected our buddy changed his bio to 11, which supports my speculation that it was (obviously) a countdown to Louis' show.

nothing new on the following/pfp/header etc...

They did tweet some things, but I'll touch on that later, first off the likes: It seems they are continuously trying to raise attention towards Rbb (and Rbb only???) being back in two weeks by sending anonymous statements in peoples CCs.

Also they liked this HIV support tweet- and I found that sweet so im also adding it in, because aweareness is key.

aswell as replying back with their usual variation of two emojis:

No sign of Android anywhere, just WebApp™.

Now onto the tweets:

Just like with the 12 they posted yesterday, today they posted an 11. And I got curious to know where abouts they were setting the time to:

If whatever I triod to do here is too complicated (even I dont understand it lmao) basically:

In LA posting time would've been 23:29

In London posting time would've been: 07:29

so if they wanted to (and im speculating this because I did not check) update it on midnight lets say (or close to), then logically the tweet would've come from LA.

Now this thing which then tells us there will be a pattern of when they'll update the countdown

The thing I found weird right, is that they're doing a countdown (supposedly) to Louis' show. So why update on LA time?

Next thing they posted was this:

'Well Meet at the end of the Road' at a first glance you'd guess they're talking about the countdown.

But oh to know who Rudolph Valentino was...

I'll put some intresting quotes I found of him here, you can skip all of this if you want, I'll do a short resume at the end of the indented.

"He was a sex symbol of the 1920s, who was known in Hollywood as the Latin Lover (a title invented for him by Hollywood moguls), The Great Lover, or simply Valentino.[1] His premature death at the age of 31 caused mass hysteria among his fans and further propelled his status as a cultural film icon."

"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse was released in 1921 and became a commercial and critical success" + "For his follow-up film, they forced him into a bit part in a B-film called Uncharted Seas.(1921)" + "Rambova, Mathis, Ivano, and Valentino began work on the Alla Nazimova film Camille.(1921)" + "Valentino's final film for Metro was the Mathis-penned 'The Conquering Power.(1921) "

thats 4 movies in a year!! Talk about overworked- (depending on how long they were)

"After quitting Metro, Valentino took up with Famous Players-Lasky, forerunner of the present-day Paramount Pictures, a studio known for films that were more commercially focused."

"Jesse L. Lasky intended to capitalize on the star power of Valentino, and cast him in a role that solidified his reputation as the "Latin lover"

"In The Sheik (1921), Valentino played the starring role of Sheik Ahmed Ben Hassan. The film was a major success and defined not only his career but his image and legacy."

"Famous Players produced four more feature-length films over the next 15 months" + "His leading role in Moran of the Lady Letty(1922) was of a typical Douglas Fairbanks nature" + "Valentino starred alongside Gloria Swanson in Beyond the Rocks(1922)" + "Valentino began work on another Mathis-penned film, Blood and Sand(1922)" + "During his forced break from Rambova, the pair began working separately on the Mathis-penned The Young Rajah(1922)"

15 months 4 movies. and again I will stress the 'capitalize the star power' over there.

Seems too familiar tbh.

"Missing Rambova, Valentino returned to New York after the release of The Young Rajah. They were spotted and followed by reporters constantly."

*cough* *cough* "spotted"

"During this time, Valentino began to contemplate not returning to Famous Players, although Jesse Lasky already had his next picture, The Spanish Cavalier, in preparation. After speaking with Rambova and his lawyer Arthur Butler Graham, Valentino declared a 'one-man strike' against Famous Players.[31]"

About the lawsuit:

"He was also upset over the broken promise of filming Blood and Sand in Spain, and the failure to shoot the next proposed film in either Spain or at least New York. Valentino had hoped while filming in Europe he could see his family, whom he had not seen in 10 years.[27]"

"In September 1922, he refused to accept paychecks from Famous Players until the dispute was solved, although he owed them money" + "Famous Players, in turn, filed suit against him.[33]"

"Valentino did not back down,[33] and Famous Players realized how much they stood to lose." + "the studio tried to settle by upping his salary" + "Variety erroneously announced the salary increase as a "new contract" before news of the lawsuit was released, and Valentino angrily rejected the offer.[31]"

"Valentino went on to claim that artistic control was more of an issue than the money." + "Famous Players made their own public statements deeming him more trouble than he was worth (the divorce, bigamy trials, debts) and that he was temperamental, almost diva-like. They claimed to have done all they could and that they had made him a real star.[33]

"Other studios began courting him." + "However, Famous Players exercised its option to extend his contract, preventing him from accepting any employment other than with the studio." + "Valentino filed an appeal, a portion of which was granted. Although he was still not allowed to work as an actor, he could accept other types of employment.[33]"

Return To The Movies

"Valentino returned to the United States in reply to an offer from Ritz-Carlton Pictures (working through Famous Players)" + "Rambova negotiated a two-picture deal with Famous Players and four pictures for Ritz-Carlton.[37] He accepted, turning down an offer to film an Italian production of Quo Vadis in Italy"

PERSONAL LIFE!!!!

"Valentino once told gossip columnist Louella Parsons that: "The women I love don't love me. The others don't matter". He claims that despite his success as a sex symbol that in his personal love life he never achieved happiness.[62]"

"Valentino impulsively married actress Jean Acker, who was involved with actresses Grace Darmond and Alla Nazimova. Acker became involved with Valentino in part to remove herself from the lesbian love triangle, quickly regretted the marriage, and locked Valentino out of their room on their wedding night."

"From the time he died in 1926 until the 1960s, Valentino's sexuality was not generally questioned in print.[67][68] At least four books, including the notoriously libelous Hollywood Babylon, suggested that he may have been gay despite his marriage to Rambova.[69][70][71][72][73] For some, the marriages to Acker and Rambova, as well as the relationship with Pola Negri, add to the suspicion that Valentino was gay and that these were "lavender marriages."

"Such books gave rise to claims that Valentino had a relationship with Ramón Novarro, despite Novarro stating they barely knew each other." + "These books also gave rise to claims that he may have had relationships with both roommates Paul Ivano and Douglas Gerrad, as well as Norman Kerry, and openly gay French theatre director and poet Jacques Hébertot." + "However, Ivano maintained that it was untrue and both he and Valentino were heterosexual.[24] Biographers Emily Leider and Allan Ellenberger generally agree that he was most likely straight"

like every historian would say: "they were just good friends"

"further supposed evidence that Valentino was gay; documents in the estate of the late author Samuel Steward indicated that Valentino and Steward were sexual partners.[77] However, evidence found in Steward's claim was subsequently found to be false, as Valentino was in New York on the date Steward claimed a sexual encounter occurred in Ohio."

- Via Wikipedia

These are the few quotes from his wekipedia page in which I literally gaped at...

So in short:

Sex Symbol who was an Actor

Got his image enhanced and exploited by his manager.

Constanly Overworked

Relationships used for PR (?)

Thought about leaving his management which led to a 'one man strike' and a lawsuit.

The lawsuit started off because of finantial reasons, but it was revealed it was more because of fucking creative freedom.

Management tried to reason with him, he didn't back down. And they continued to do so before an article of the 'lawsuit' was made public, he didn't accept any.

Management tried to paint Valentino as 'ungrateful' and that they were the reason he was a star.

When other people tried to get Valentino to work with/for them, his management stopped him by "threatening to extend the contract" (?) which prevented him from acting.

His sexuality was never really questioned due to the many relationships with woman he had (one which literally was a lesbian)

Lavender Marriages / PR marriages

After his death, speculation that he dated many men came up.

One even said they did the dEEd, but its impossible because they were both in separate countries duh, right? RIGhT????

The way we can literally compare this with Harry's situation (and maybe Louis' aswell!!!) is literally hurting my mind.

Also adding that @eyupdaisy is helping me a lot, kuddos to her aswell. She found this:

If you search the actual name of the post 'We will meet at the end of the trail' on google, this picture comes up

Which the HT account made a very lovely and subtle connection to it a few days ago

Guess well have to start lowkey monitoring them too? Or maybe just what they interact with the Mr.R acc...

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