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wardencommanderrodimiss · 6 years ago

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chapter 11.5 -- okay, 12, it’s chapter 12, fine, fine. I should stop trying to predict how long my chapters will be. I’m always wrong. the Fae AU keeps escaping all my predictions. it’s fine. it’s cool.

[Beginning] [Chapter Masterlist] [ao3]

It is not, as Apollo expects, the worst road trip he has ever been a part of. Trucy likes to sing along to the radio – she has a surprisingly good voice – which stops Clay from starting up his usual road trip tradition of bellowing out “Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall” and seeing how much he can get through before someone slaps him. Trucy claimed shotgun, as “the woman with the magic map”, meaning Apollo is shunted to the back with Ema, who upends her bag on the floor to pull from it a jumbo-sized pack of Snackoos and offer a handful to him.

“None for us?” Clay asks, pouting in the rearview mirror.

“Backseat privileges,” Ema replies.

Trucy cranks the radio up as a familiar guitar riff begins.

If it’s extortion, it works; she and Clay have not finished the first verse, Trucy’s almost-operatic interpretation running up against Clay’s off-key warbling, before Ema is shoving the Snackoos up between their seats, offering a trade of chocolates for an end to the car-vibrating force of Guilty Love.

“Not a fan?” Clay asks.

Ema groans. So does Trucy. “Don’t get me started,” Ema says.

“Yeah, please don’t,” Trucy adds.

“He’s a pretentious fuckin’ diva who—”

Trucy begins yelling out the chorus to the song over the second verse emitting from the radio.

They are all still arguing – Ema berating Clay’s taste in music while Trucy moves into an attempt to sing My Boyfriend is the Prosecution’s Witness to the tune of Guilty Love and Apollo tries to turn the volatile atmosphere anywhere else – when the song ends. Trucy shushes everyone, violently, smacking Clay on the arm and then flailing back at Ema, and turns up the radio. A DJ is in the middle of saying something.

“—announced today on their social media. While fans are disappointed, no one can say that the break-up comes as a surprise, after the sentencing of guitarist Daryan Crescend for murder in July, and the three months of, ahem, radio silence that’s followed. And earlier this week, leader singer Klavier Gavin’s brother was indicted on a second count of murder – I can’t say I blame him for maybe wanting to duck out of the spotlight. Gavin’s brother was previously charged in April, for—”

Trucy changes the channel. A commercial for a local furniture outlet doesn’t help break the awkward spell fallen over them. “Yeah,” she says, after a full minute, during which time they discover their new channel is a country music channel. “No real surprise.”

“Brother and bandmate,” Clay says quietly. “Hell of a year.”

“Hell of a six months,” Apollo says. And he was there for all of it – he was there for more of it than Klavier ever was. Klavier wasn’t there in April, not when Kristoph fell, not when any of them could have had any idea what was ahead. How much magic would surround them.

“If my older sister had been convicted of murder, I was gonna crawl into the dirt and die,” Ema says, “so I’m with the fop on that one, actually.”

There is a worrying lack of hypotheticals in the second half of Ema’s scenario. No “would have”s. Like she was where Klavier is, but the trial had a different outcome, and the frozen expression on her face, her eyes gone blank, she looks like she has caught up with her own words. Said too much. Apollo doesn’t know much about her as a person, her life before failing the forensics exam, how it was that she knew Mr Wright, but he can sympathize with that fear of having given away too much, turned the conversation down a path that should stay blocked off.

“You have a sister?” Trucy asks, turning around in her seat. “You seemed kinda ‘only-child’ to me.’ “Yeah,” Ema says quietly. “Older sister. Her name’s Lana. We don’t… talk much.”

Apollo doesn’t know why the name feels like it strikes something in his brain, the way Ema’s did when she first introduced herself.

“Oh.” Trucy visibly wilts. “Sorry.”

Ema shrugs, slumping back against her seat, her arms folded. “It happens,” she says. Her eyes are glazed over, settled in Clay’s direction. Her mouth quirks in the beginnings of a smile. “She took me to the Space Museum once, not long after it first opened.” The wistful smile has grown a little larger. “Back when I didn’t know what kind of scientist I wanted to be, so I wanted to go everywhere, and she was like ‘Ema I’m not taking you to the fucking tar pits again, how about space?’, and—” She shakes her head. “Sorry. Your jacket got me thinking. Do you work there or something?”

And that is the question that Clay most likes to be asked, that or literally anything else ever about space, and that is the end of any of them getting a word in edgewise – but while Apollo’s heard it all before, Trucy has questions galore, and Ema sits forward, slowly losing the pretense of not being enraptured.

They have driven for over two hours by the time Trucy directs them to pull of the highway at an exit that tells them there is nothing for them that way but another 38 miles until Kurain Village. “Is that where the Fair Folk live?” Ema asks dryly, in her voice none of the nervousness that people tend to have. Apollo hasn’t spoken much with her about magic, doesn’t know what she thinks – but, well, she knows Phoenix. That’s clue enough that caution comes secondary.

“Not really,” Trucy says. “They just named it that. It’s part of our world. Sometimes some of the fae do show up and hang around, I think – Maya tried to convince Daddy to move out here, once, apparently, but he wouldn’t leave the office.”

“Who’s Maya?” Apollo asks. Sometimes he realizes how little he knows about Phoenix’s personal life, too.

“Daddy’s friend. She’s – wait, stop! Here! Turn down this road here!”

“This is not a road,” Clay says, hunching over the steering wheel. “This is some dirt, off the road, not even in the shape of a dirt road.”

The car groans as Clay turns it off of the asphalt into the dirt. Trucy pops open the door and stands, holding herself between the door and the car roof and turning her face to the sky and the no-longer-distant mountains looming above them. She says something, muffled, and points into the trees. “We’re close,” she says, ducking back inside the car. “Let’s park and go – we’re close.”

“Park right here?” Clay asks, raising a doubtful eyebrow.

“Barely anyone comes this way,” Trucy says. “Like, one bus, except I’m not even sure if this is on its route. It’s fine.”

“I’m more worried that this is some sort of sacred ground that we’re stomping on,” Clay says, but he turns the key and then smacks his head against the top of the wheel. “How much are we going to regret just walking out there?”

“Probably we won’t,” Trucy says. She flings the door open and jumps out, stretching her arms up into the air. “C’mon already!”

“So what are we doing now?” Ema asks, crumpling the Snackoos bag back into her bag and tumbling forth from the car like a liquid spilled. “Just walking into the woods until we find treasure or a bear?”

“We do have a map.” Trucy waves it at her. “But yes. That’s what we’re doing.” She lowers the page halfway to her side and then stops, tilting her head back. “I’ve been here before,” she says. “Grandpappy and I – sometime – sometime after my mom died.” She takes a few slow steps toward the treeline, her movements uneven, as in a daze. “It was just the two of us. And we came here, and we buried—” She spins around, eyes wide, looking at all and none of them. “We buried his grimoire.”

Without another word of warning, she dashes into the woods, sending them scrambling to catch up to her. It’s colder here than in the city, though Apollo didn’t think they went up too far in elevation. Leaves thickly coat the ground; do they hide rings of flowers beneath them or do those in their magic break through? They finally reach Trucy when she, focused on her map, walks straight into a tree and takes some time to properly reorient herself.

“Do you know why here, of all places?” Apollo asks. “Is it because of the mountains, and he was…?”

He stops. Does Trucy know what her grandfather was? Phoenix didn’t say. Of course he didn’t.

“He said this is where he landed,” Trucy replies, crunching a leaf beneath her foot. “He said he fell, and this is where he landed.”

“Was he—” Clay’s sense, that question that they all know they shouldn’t ask, that question that Apollo has asked again and again anyway, wars against curiosity, against more than wanting to know – needing to know, to understand what is Trucy’s family. “Was he, erm, one of – Them?”

He can’t even bring himself to offer up one of the epithets. This close to the mountains, Apollo isn’t sure that he could bring himself to speak of them plainly like he has learned to.

“Yeah,” Trucy says. “But I’m human. Don’t worry.” She flashes a grin, one of her usual grins, but it is tempered by the speed with which is vanishes from her face again, replaced by a frown of concentration. “I think we must be close, but not quite yet.”

“Hey, Trucy?” Ema asks. She pushes a branch out of the way and it snaps back to nearly strike Clay in the face. “Not to pry, but – if your grandfather was one of the Fair Folk, are you the changeling, or was it your mother?”

Trucy stops.

“Wait,” Ema says. “Not a changeling – that’s the fae child. The human kid, the one swapped out. Is there a word for that?”

“I don’t think so,” Trucy says. She hops over a log. “I don’t think there’s a name for people like that.”

She doesn’t answer the first question. Maybe she doesn’t know, either.

“When you say you buried it,” Apollo says, aware that there is nothing subtle about this lifeline he is throwing to pull her away from questions best left avoided (am I a child stolen away, raised by the fae? Did they take me from the life I should have had?), “have we come all this way to be foiled for want of a shovel?”

“Oh fuck,” Trucy says.

“Hey!” Ema barks, her sharp rebuke the manifestation of that urge Apollo feels to scold her for that. “Language, young missy!” She folds her arms across her chest, her glare a fond one. “Where did you learn that?”

“My daddy’s a card shark,” Trucy says, countering Ema with a smug grin of her own.

“I thought he was a piano player,” Clay says.

“Only because you’ve never heard him play,” Trucy replies. “Easy mistake to make.”

“Considering it was all magic that hid the map,” Ema says, with nary a pause to acclimate everyone to the idea of throwing the conversation back past that latest sharp turn, “wouldn’t it be magic to hide it again, logically speaking?”

“Where’s the logic here?” Clay asks. Ema snaps a twig off a bush and flicks it at him. “And I mean, if it’s just covered up with some illusion, couldn’t anyone stumble into it?”

“Maybe it takes the map, too,” Apollo says. “Or maybe only a Gramarye can unveil it.”

He steps up onto a tree stump, like the extra five inches can grant him some kind of special insight or a better view in the forest of brown. Then he is falling, the wood rot giving way beneath his foot, a sharp jolt running up his leg from the twist of his foot. “Shit!”

Trucy winces. “Ouch. Poor Polly. I—”

“Apollo,” Ema says, very seriously, but somewhat muffled by her hand over her mouth. “Move. Move right now.”

“What?” He sits up, dislodging his foot from the stump, and looks about himself. The forest floor of dead leaves has cleared, as though by a strong, concentrated wind, revealing browned dead grass encased by a perfect circle of blue flowers. “Oh. Oh shit.”

Without an ounce of grace, still on his hands and knees, he scrambles and rolls his way out of the faery ring. “So according to the map,” Trucy says, and above his head Apollo hears the flutter of the paper, “I think we found it.”

“Only a Gramarye, huh,” Clay says dryly.

“That was only supposition!”

“So who’s gonna stick their hand in a rotten tree stump?” Ema asks, producing a flashlight from her bag and shining the beam down into it. “I volunteer Trucy, because she’s wearing gloves, and is our Gramarye.”

Trucy kicks up the leaves on her approach, searching for hints of another ring around the stump, more than just Apollo’s that sits adjacent to it. “If I get bit by a squirrel and get rabies and die, it’s your fault,” she says, kneeling down next to the stump and brushing her hair back to peer down into it.

“Statistically, your chance of getting rabies from a squirrel is negligible,” Ema says. “That shouldn’t be your worry.”

“What should I worry about, then?” Trucy asks. “Can you bring the light a little closer?”

“Bats, racoons, foxes, feral cats and dogs, and right now, probably non-rabies Fair Folk curses, since we’re fucking around by a ring.”

“I’m still concerned about bears,” Clay says.

“I’m not,” Ema says. “I’ve already got my plan, which is to trip you into its path.”

“General ‘you’, or me, specifically?”

“You specifically. Nothing personal, though. I just know Trucy and Apollo better than you.”

“This is way heavier than I thought,” Trucy says, falling off-balance and dropping something dark and rectangular. “Oof! Okay. Okay. We got it!” She lifts it up onto her knees, a thick book with a black cover and a character emblazoned in flowing purple script on it. “I knew I remembered this.” Her voice is quieter as she opens the book and flips through the rough-edged pages. “Grandpappy’s grimoire.” She closes the cover again, reverently, and keeps it balanced on her legs as she turns back to the stump. “Light again, please. I thought I saw something else.” Trucy has her head nearly in the hole, which can’t help her with her light situation, and she sits back and plunges her hand in again. “Yep! This is a – a funny-looking magatama?”

She holds it up, the blue stone sparkling in the flashlight beam, but also seemingly with its own interior glow, and Apollo gasps.

Three sets of eyes turn to him.

“That’s a mitamah,” he says, and to his own ears he sounds like he’s choking, but he feels like he’s choking too, and maybe the others don’t notice but he doubts it. “That’s someone’s soul.”

Trucy drops it into the leaves.

“What?” Clay looks suspicious – Trucy looks horrified. “How do you know?”

(“There’s no reason to give away your soul,” Dhurke told them, sternly, the sternest he ever got. “Never.” And then they tried to argue, to come up with reasons, because of course they did, and he hugged them both close. “You’ll make great lawyers someday, always looking for reasons and other ways, but this one – promise me. Nahyuta. Apollo.” He prodded each of them in the chest. “Don’t let someone else get their hands on your soul.”)

“The tail of it is different.” Apollo picks it up, brushing off the dirt and leaf particles that cling to it, and points to the longer, squiggling protrusion that extends from the loop. It doesn’t fully connect like a magatama, either, more like a hook than a circle.

It feels warm in his hand, humming through his fingers and up into his ears. It reminds him of the office – familiar, but disturbing, because there is no reason that it should feel so familiar and comforting.

“Could it be your grandfather’s?” Ema asks.

“Wouldn’t that mean he’s still alive?” Clay asks. “Is that possible?”

“It couldn’t be,” Apollo says. If he stares at the mitamah he thinks he can see flecks of gold within the blue, like stars on a constellation chart. “The Fair Folk don’t have souls like we do. They can’t sell them or manifest them like this.”

“Is that why they want human souls?” Ema asks.

“How do you know?” Clay repeats.

Apollo’s heart has stoppered up his throat.

“It makes them stronger,” Trucy says softly. “When they buy names, or souls, it makes their magic stronger. But this – this can’t be that.” She hugs the grimoire up to her chest. “It can’t just be that.”

“Should we just… put it back?” Ema asks. “Someone’s probably looking for it, right?”

“It’s been seven years and no one has come before us,” Apollo says. The humming isn’t as steady now, seems more like a song, and familiar, damned familiar. “No, we can’t just leave her here.”

In the silence, even the song seems to stop. “What?” Apollo asks. Their three sets of eyes are on him again, even more piercing, Trucy’s wide and Clay’s narrowed and Ema’s narrowing too.

“‘Her’?” Ema repeats. “Why ‘her’?”

“I…” Apollo swallows his heart. “I don’t know, but I… I know?”

“I don’t think you should be holding that in your bare hands,” Clay says.

But the alternative seems to be dropping her in the dirt again, and Apollo’s fingers curl tighter around the stone. He can’t do that, either. Trucy unties her scarf from around her neck and silently passes it to him, letting him wrap the stone up in the red fabric and then cradle it close again. The song thrumming in his ears ceases. “I guess we should take it to Mr Wright and ask him if he knows what to do,” Ema says. “He’ll know what to do with it. Her?”

Trucy’s gaze is unfocused, her head slowly drifting away from the horizon back toward the stump. “Trucy?” Apollo asks. “Are you okay?”

“He wouldn’t do that,” she says. “Just buy up someone’s soul all for himself. He wouldn’t. There had to be some other reason. It wasn’t just power, there had to be a good reason.”

(“There’s no reason,” Dhurke said. “Never.”)

“He gave me magic, as a gift,” Trucy says. “He was a good man.” She looks up at Apollo, blinking her blue eyes furiously. “Wasn’t he?”

It takes them another forty-five minutes to stumble out of the woods and find Clay’s car again. Ema makes everyone nervous talking about the odds of them stumbling across a body decomposing in the undergrowth – “I have zero desire to ever get caught up in one of your murder investigations,” Clay says, picking up a branch from the bushes and brandishing it like a baseball bat – and bears. The two of them are at least doing a good job of filling the silence left by Trucy, uncomfortably quiet, walking in a trace. Apollo tugs her by the arm out of the way of trees. He could put the mitamah in his pocket but hasn’t, has kept it held close to his chest.

The story that Phoenix spun of the Gramaryes is gnawing at him. A woman, on the bad end of a deal with Magnifi – Apollo doesn’t want to think about the possibility.

(Trucy must be thinking about the possibility, mustn’t she?)

She crawls into the back seat of the car, depositing the grimoire in the middle, and Ema makes a mad dash for the front seat, leaving Apollo to sit on the other side of the grimoire, separated by it from Trucy. The only time she speaks is to call Phoenix and ask him if he is at the office – he is, because she directs Clay to go back to the office.

It is a long, quiet ride home, some subdued conversation between Ema and Clay about their fields of science rising over the country music still on the radio. Trucy taps Apollo’s hand and beckons him to hand her the mitamah. She takes off one of her gloves and weighs it in her hand with an ever-deepening frown until she wraps it back up and passes it back to Apollo.

Ema shouts “Yellow car!” and hits Clay on the shoulder. He hits her back and tells her that she needs to specify no punch-backs next time.

Phoenix is sitting on the floor leaning against the couch with two notebooks and a stack of papers spread out in front of him, the coffee table shoved to the side, a pencil in his mouth and another tucked behind his ear, when they stagger into the office. Apollo is mediating an argument about the merits of Eldoon’s for a late lunch – Ema does not want to brave it, while Clay wants nothing more than to do so. Phoenix does not look up.

“Hey, Daddy,” Trucy says wearily.

His head snaps up, dislodging the pencil behind his ear. “What’s wrong?”

“You always complain about your back hurting, and now look what you’re doing.” Trucy’s words sound forced through a smile. Phoenix’s frown deepens. He watches Trucy walk past him to deposit the grimoire on his desk.

“We went looking into the envelope you gave her the other day,” Apollo says. “The real last page.”

Phoenix doesn’t look back from Trucy right away. “A full expedition team, huh?” he asks, raising one eyebrow as he looks over Ema and Clay. “Who’s this?”

“Er, oh, yeah. I’m Clay Terran. Apollo’s roommate.” Clay points with his thumb at Apollo, even though they all know there is only one Apollo that they know. “You’re Mr Wright, yeah?” He doesn’t do a good job of feigning enthusiasm.

“I know that look,” Phoenix says, standing with a wince and an audible crack of some of his joints. “That’s the ‘I’ve heard about you and it’s nothing good’ look.” He lets Clay splutter for a full two seconds before he grins crookedly and adds, “That’s fair.” Almost immediately, his expression flattens out to something stern and almost entirely foreign. “Trucy,” he calls. “What’s wrong?”

“We found my grandfather’s grimoire,” she says, sitting on the desk and holding it up, only for it to slip from her hands and crash to the floor. “And Polly has the other thing that was with it.”

Apollo unwraps the mitamah.

Has he ever seen Phoenix surprised? The man spent seven years an unbeaten poker player, and this past half-year absolutely inscrutable to Apollo’s eyes. There is nothing controlled in his reaction; his mouth falls open and his eyes go wide, turning blue immediately and staying blue, horror apparent in how they linger on the mitamah. “Oh,” he breathes. “That is – yeah.”

He reaches forward with trembling hands and scoops up the scarf spread across Apollo’s hands. He holds it cradled close, too, his free hand cupped beneath the one holding it, prepared to catch the stone should it slip, but still not having touched it with bare skin. “So,” he says. “The ‘source’ of Magnifi’s magic – that grimoire, and this soul.”

“But,” Trucy says, “that…” She stops. She chews on the inside of her cheek. Mr Hat, the wisp, is visible, bobbing frenetically around her shoulders. “It’s…” Her shoulders slump. “Do you know what to do with that, Daddy? Is there a way to know what person a soul belongs to?”

“Not from looking only at the mitamah,” Phoenix answers. His eyes still hollow blue when he turns them back to Trucy. “I am not particularly familiar with mitamahs, honestly, but I’ll look into it and see what I can do to get it back to her.” He takes the stone in one hand and offers Trucy her scarf back. “If the fae who has possession of a soul is still alive, they can just give it back – not that many are willing to, mind – but since he’s dead – well.” He shakes his head. “Thank you, though. For helping Trucy, and bringing this back.”

It’s a firm end to the conversation, not that Apollo knows what more to ask about a soul. Ema, though, is frowning, her arms crossed, her mouth twisting like she is puzzling out something. “We were gonna go get noodles at Eldoon’s,” Apollo says. “If – if you wanted to come, Trucy.”

“Oh!” She looks surprised, like she hadn’t expected to be addressed. “Um.” Her heels bounce against the desk. “Thanks, but I’m okay.”

Her hands, curled around the edge of the desk, shine red. Apollo doesn’t even need that to know she’s lying.

“We all agree she’s not okay, right?” Clay asks.

They were silent for a block down from the office, Ema not even complaining about losing the Eldoon’s battle. (Apollo was prepared to tell her that she didn’t have to come, but she had attached herself to them without a cursory protest.)

“Definitely not,” Ema says. “I guess she doesn’t want to believe that her grandfather was the double-dealing type of Folk – which, I’ve read the case file on his death, I’d believe that about him in a hot second. There’s nothing worse than a blackmailer like that. Also.” She plants herself firmly in the sidewalk. Apollo and Clay both bump into her. “None of us referred to the mitamah as ‘she’ or ‘her’, right? Like you were, Apollo.”

“None of us but Trucy even talked about it,” Apollo says. Clay nods. “Why?”

“Because Mr Wright did.” Ema’s forehead creases. “He said he would ‘get it back to her’. He wasn’t even touching it, was he?” Apollo shrugs. Ema shrugs too. “He knows something. More than he said.”

“He always does,” Apollo says.

They reach Eldoon’s, and Ema says that it’s weird to see the stand without a corpse attached. The look that Clay gives her makes her and Apollo both laugh. Once they have their noodles, they walk another few blocks to People Park and find a bench not far from where the noodle-stand crime scene once stood. Apollo has learned to be grateful for the mouthfuls of broth that taste of so much salt to sting. It feels a little more like safety, like salt across a doorway.

He starts to say what he’s thinking, that Trucy might be worried that the mitamah is her mother’s, or at least he is, but the words die on his tongue, shriveled by the salt. He doesn’t feel right to tell Clay and Ema about Trucy’s mother’s death, when he has no idea if Trucy knows or not. Phoenix has made him the guardian of family secrets that aren’t his and something about that feels wrong. Maybe necessary in some way, to understand the case, to understand what happened with Kristoph, but still wrong.

Instead, he helps Ema explain to Clay her earlier comments about Magnifi and blackmail. You can’t refuse, and we both know the reason why – Trucy can’t know he did that. She seemed to idolize him. What a hard way to fall.

He’ll text her tomorrow, Apollo decides. Check in, see how she’s doing.

(There’s probably someone else he should check in with, too, the events of this week all considered.)

#fic: the seelie of kurain #roddy fanfics #start your morning with some magic and gramarye fuckery wooooooooooo

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shawnmwritings-blog · 7 years ago

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EMAS- Blurb

-I got this idea from watching the emas, haha. Also SHAWN WON FOUR EMAS OMG SO PROUD!

-It’s a bit short, I apologize. I promise the next one will be longer.

Word count: 847

*You are a singer, and Shawn and you broke up awhile ago but bump into each other at the EMAS.

You were scared about bumping into him tonight. You hadn’t seen him since the breakup a couple months ago. It was such a stupid fight but it ended being a lot worse. The car ride to the show was your manager convincing you that it would be fine and it's such a big place that bumping into him would be unlikely. But you couldn't help to be nervous, you loved him. Well maybe you still do but Shawn had moved on, or at least that’s what you thought.

From the moment you got to the show, you instantly felt more nervous but continued as if everything was fine. You took pictures, met some fans, did a couple interviews, and walked the carpet.

You were finally inside at your seat, relieved. It was less likely that you’d bump into shawn if you were at your seat, you thought.

“Y/N!!” Someone shouted, distracting you from your thoughts.

It was Camila, she was always such a big supporter of your relationship with shawn.

“Cami, Hi babes. You look absolutely beautiful” You said getting up and giving her a hug.

“Oh gosh, stop. Not as beautiful as you! How are you? I haven’t seen you in such long time.”

“I’m doing good. Just writing songs and doing my thing! And you?” You obviously lied about being good, you were miserable. You just missed shawn.

“Y/n, cmon. You know you aren't good. You miss him, don’t you?” Cami knew you too well in order for you to lie.

You sighed, “Yes but he's moved on and I have to too.”

“He-” Cami began but got interrupted by her manager telling her she needed to go get ready for her performance.

“Go cami, we can talk about this later. Goodluck” You said.

You hugged one last time and sat down.

Your thirst soon began to much for you to handle and got up to go get a drink.

On the way there you said hi to many of your famous friends, even taking cute instas.

You finally arrived to the bar and ordered a water. You moved to the side just incase someone else came to get something.

“Can I get a soda, please?” A voice said, a voice you recognized to well. You looked up from your phone and saw that it was Shawn. Just as you looked at him, he looked at you.

“Y/n, Hi.” He said. He looked great, as he always did. But there was something off about him.

“Hi” you said quietly.

Silence. You didn’t know what to say. Well you knew what you wanted to say, you wanted to tell him that you love him and you miss him but you couldn’t. You heard rumors about him and some model chick and just figured that he moved on.

“Miss your water” The bartender said passing you your bottled water.

“Thank you”

You were about to walk away when Shawn spoke up.

“Y/n, I miss you”

You turned around, almost tripped because of how fast you turned.

“What” You breathed out.

“I miss you, and I probably have no right saying that to you considering i'm the reason we broke up. But shit, i miss you so much. And I couldn't let you leave her tonight not knowing that” He said rather quickly.

You were a bit shocked at his confession, in your mind you were bouncing off the walls.

“What about the model girl that you were hanging out with? I saw it online and i assumed you moved on.”

“Oh god no. We use her dad’s pianos and she latched onto me but i told her to fuck off” He laughed. Both of you were laughing now, it felt good you missed that.

It became silent and both of you were just smiling at each other.

“I miss you too” You said after a while.

He shot a look at you, but now with hope in his eyes.

“Can i maybe, call you and we can figure this out” He said hopefully.

“Yes.” You said smiling.

“CAN EVERYBODY TAKE THEIR SEATS, THE SHOW IS ABOUT TO BEGIN” An announcer said.

“Well, I’ll call you” Shawn said as he went in to kiss your check.

He left, and you were standing their filled with joy.

“He hasn’t moved on, that’s what i was trying to tell you” Camila said scaring you.

“omg , where did you come from” you laughed.

“Doesn’t matter! My favorite couple is gonna get back together! Life is good”

You both laughed, Cami took your hand and you both headed to your seats.

The night continued with you winning a couple of awards but the biggest award you got that night was Shawn and you reuniting.

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #Shawn Mendes Imagine #shawnwriting #shawnswriting #mendes army #emas

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shewasanamericangirl · 7 years ago

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damn dude, i am probably really late with this observation, but here goes. i’m on my second playthrough of NDRV3, trying to pick out foreshadowing-that-isn’t-obviously-foreshadowing and figuring out what things ouma’s actually lying about, and i never could’ve guessed on the first go-round what really bonked me in the head this time about the ultimate detective lab. (spoilers, obviously.)

(screenshots from this handy playthrough since, yknow, vita screenshots are cockblocked)

“about 50″ it’s easy to see there’s 52, cmon, 5*10+2 should be nothing to a high schooler with reasonable logical capabilities

so danganronpa in this world was an anime (or game, manga, something) only briefly before beng made into a reality show...damn, it could be that everything past hope’s peak academy arc used real people. well that sure is a lot of fucked up :’V

now i really wish shuichi had taken more than a brief glance at these files and gotten a chance to find some useful information from them. as it is, shuichi’s lab just wound up one big pain in the ass apple of discord since it opened (sideeyes two ladies in particular).

wouldn’t it have been cool if his lab had some actual forensics tools a la ema skye in apollo justice?? saihara i love and adore you but surely you can do more with your chemistry set than just SMACK IT ACROSS THE ROOM

#ndrv3 spoilers

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pendulumprince · 7 years ago

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Episode 15, more like

After the recap/opening

Okay, Ghost Girl’s at 4000 LP, Playmaker at 1900

Ai’s telling him to get his act together

Frog and Pigeon are also concerned~

Shoichi doesn’t look too happy

If Playmaker takes a direct hit from Ghost Girl’s monster, it’s all over

SHE GOES IN FOR THE DIRECT ATTACK

Okay but Playmaker has a monster he can special summon if he’s attacked directly

And if the attack goes through

His LP will be at 800

MEANING HE CAN DO HIS STORM ACESS THING

THE EXACT PLOT DEVICE GHOST GIRL WAS HOPING TO AVOID

FULLY HOW THAT HAPPENS

LMAOOO AI IS TRYING TO ACT LIKE THIS IS THE WORST THING EVER IN LIFE SO GHOST GIRL WON’T CATCH ON BUT

HE SUCKS ASS AT ACTING

LMAO GIRL KNOWS WHAT’S UP

SHE DOESN’T ATTACK, ENDS HER TURN INSTEAD

“What?! WHY? After I tried so hard?”

Well you… certainly did try

“Your acting job stunk”

AI PROCEEDS TO SNIFF HIMSELF. PROMPTLY DISAGREES.

Pigeon doesn't get why GhostGirl ended her attack; Frog explains

So it’s Playmaker’s turn!

Holy shir the visuals are so pretty

He draws!

Ghost Girl activates her trap!

Releases one monster!

Draws a card

Summons a monster in 1500 DEF

She adds another monster to her hand

It’s effect is negating attacks

So he summons a 1600 ATK monster!

Tributes it to send all of GG’s monster’s to the graveyard

But she won’t allow it!

She sends one of her monsters to the graveyard to protect the others

So Playmaker summons a 1200 ATK monster

Which allows him to bring back that other 1200 ATK monster

GG activates her spell again; it sends Playmaker’s monster (the new one) back to his hand

So Playmaker activates his other monster’s affect, which negates all effects?!

Lmao okay bruh

So… Playmaker might be able to Link Summon

BUT GG’S STILL GOT A FACEDOWN TRAP UP HER SLEEVE

Shoichi can’t predict who’ll win since their plats are so damn complicated??

CMON SHOICHI

PLAYMAKER’S THE PROTAG

HE’S GOT THIS.

GG THINKS PLAYMAKER’S INTERESTING, AT LEAST

SO PLAYMAKER LINK SUMMONS

AHHHH WE HAVE NEW(ISH) ANIMATION

HE SUMMONS A 1000 LINK MONSTER

AND SUMMONS ANOTHER 1700 ATK MONSTER

ACTIVATES HIS LINK MONSTER’S EFFECT

WHICH WOULD LOWER GG’S ACE BY 1700 ATK

BUT NAH

FUCK THAT NOICE

GG ACTIVATES HER TRAP

EQUIPS IT TO HER ACE

NEGATING THE EFFECT

“Now I’ve completely protected Primebanshee. You’re interesting, but I think you’ve reached your limit.”

“Are you sure?”

IT SEEMS GHOST GIRL’S FORGOTTEN SHE’S DEALING WITH A PROTAG

SO PLAYMAKER PAYS 1000 LP TO ACTIVATE HIS MONSTER’S EFFECT

LMAOOOOOOO

HE’S DOWN TO 900 LP

HE CAN DO THE STORM ACCESS

GG’S NOT ABOUT TO LET THAT HAPPEN

SHE ACTIVATES HER SKILL, SECRET CURE

I AM SCARE.

So she… flips over cards in her deck until she gets a monster… then adds that monster to her hand?

And… both she and Playmaker gain LP equal to that monster’s ATK?

That’s oddly helpful?? Not for Playmaker, but you know what I mean

So on her second draw, she gets a monster

And they both go up by 500 LP!

Oh, Playmaker. You tried.

BUT PLAYMAKER’S STILL GOT THAT MONSTER EFFECT

HE SUMMONS A 100 ATK MONSTER

AND PLAYMAKER

LOWERS HIS LP BY 1000 AGAIN

HE’S DOWN TO 400 NOW

AND HE’S READY TO SMASH

AND HE ACTIVATES… GG’S TRAP FROM HER GRAVEYARD?? HOW CHEEKY.

AND NOW

HERE’S THE DATA STORM!

AW DAMN

THAT’S A BIG ONE

FROG AND PIDEON DAMN NEAR DIE

BOTH HE AND GG GO INTO THE STORM

PLAYMAKER DOES HIS STORM ACCESS THING

GG ALMOST FALLS OFF HER BOARD

PLAYMAKER GOES IN TO SAVE HER

GRABS HER BY THE HAND

DROPS HER BACK ON HER BOARD

PLAYMAKER? SCREAMS??

OKAY LIL DUDE SETTLE DOWN

“You’re like a superhero, Playmaker~”

That was Ai talking btw

GG thanks him, but says that had “nothing to do with this duel”

Playmaker seems happy to hear that lol

HE SETS UP HIS LINK SUMMON

AW DAMN

HERE IT COMES

IT’S BIG

IT’S BUFF

IT’S! GREEN!

EXCODE TALKER~

GG STILL HAS 4500 LP THOUGH

HE ACTIVATES EXCODE’S EFFECT

IT BLOWS EMA TF AWAY

SO EMA CAN’T USE HER MONSTER’S EFFECT

AND SHE HAS TWO MONSTERS ON THE FIELD THAT CAN’T BE ATTACKED, THANKS TO HER OWN TRAP

PLAYMAKER TRIBUTES ONE OF HIS MONSTERS

THIS ALLOWS EXCODE TO ATTACK TWICE

WHICH WOULD EQUAL OUT TO 4600 LP IN DAMAGE

AW DAMN

GHOST GIRL GOES DOWN TO 0!

PLAYMAKER WINS!

To the surprise of no one lmao

Ai tries to take credit for the win lmao

Ghost Girl comments on how pretty the Link Vrains moon is

Ai doesn’t agree (“it looks like data to me.”)

“A dumb AI can’t understand this feeling.”

But Playmaker wants to get down to business

Ghost girl gives him the backdoor to SOL’s data bank

She walks off

Playmaker doens’t know what SOL has, but he’s hoping he finds something about his past

Frog and Piegon, on the other hand, have the Playmaker vs Ghost Girl film!

And!

And…!

Um.

Nothiing’s popping up

AHHHH

GHOST GIRL DELEATED THEIR DATA

She wants to keep what went down between her and Playmaker a secret

Back in the real world

Shoichi’s doing his computer thing

Looking into SOL’s shit, i presume

Yusaku brings him coffee, and promptly falls asleep

Lol lil dude needs a nap

Preview time!

Yusaku and Naoki hanging out in the schoolhouse

Aoi’s at home, recuperating

Her robomaid comes to her with BIG NEWS

And Playmaker goes into SOL’s data bank

Good shit good shit

#yugioh vrains #vrains episode reactions #vrains episode 15 #playmaker #ghost girl #yusaku fujiki #ai #frog #pigeon #shoichi kusanagi #sol technology #link vrains #my posts

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pinksweatergettingbetter · 8 years ago

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“he can read a trial’s karma and ultimate fate”

ok well now you’re going from poorly thought out mind games to absolute bullshit

what the fuck does that even mean??? what karma does a trial have?? with my understanding of karma, that means Sadmad literally goes “hm i feel like letting this kid off would please the universe, as she’s innocent. fuck, you win apollo.”

'What is THAT supposed to mean?’ -Apollo Justice 2028

I'm wheezing the second i got mad he said exactly what I'm thinking

“he can foresee how arguments will go and lead his opposition”

>leading the court is i l l e g a l

>foreseeing arguments is kind of what every prosecutor does only they set traps. this one actually just sounds like Edgeworth’s logic applied to future tense instead of past so i guess i’ll give it a grudging pass.

>but thats Edgeworth’s power and also LEADING THE COURT IS FUCKING ILLEGAL, NOT A SUPER POWER.

me: [fuming]

game: [reminds me that phoenix Believes In Apollo]

me: [relaxes SOMEwhat]

trucy: sounds like he's chanting a prayer

me: its funny because juxtaposition

I’m so fucking tired of Prosecutors being silent when the judge asks them if theyre ready

like jesus christ guys i know, we get it; youre too cool for school. just nod or some shit ok i wanna get on with my court case with a minimum of dick measuring

whats frustrating is that the nickname ‘last rights prosecutor’ is actually kind of heartwarming because it means that all Nahyuta wants to do is secure the true villain of the case to punish them, thereby putting the victim’s soul at rest

BUT considering the trainwreck of emotional depth that was DD he’s probably just going to be another shithead who assaults you and calls you a moron instead of actually listening

...his case info’s on a scroll. um. how delightfully foreign?

sadmad: why do you think she's innocent

apollo: um well i believe in her, also its too early for me to exactly give you direct proof and also and most importantly the point of this court is to give the defendant a Fair Trial so

sadmad: (does a Z move and performs an unfortunate bout of Voice Acting)

sadmad: sorry I'm probably going to make a lot of mistakes since i’m new here and my court system is really different

me: oh well he’s understanding and ready to learn, that’s coo

sadmad: lawyers are sinners and i shall cut them down with my holy wrath if they dare so much as do their job in this country

me: ...wow what was that five seconds?? he’s raring to get to those mistakes

judge: don’t threaten peoples’ lives

sadmad: its part of my CULTURE you fucking RACIST

judge: shit, please continue

sadmad you'd better get a fucktonne more likeable in the next three seconds or I'm condemning you to your shit hell myself.

ema: no stress no snacks

[enters court]

ema: all stress all snacks

:( poor ema

ema; i think trucy’s innocent

sadmad: you will be punished

ema: fuck ok nevermind I'm sorry

BOATLOAD OF CHARM, SADMAD, I SAID BOATLOAD OF CHARM, NOT ABUSING YOUR DETECTIVE

this motive is stupid and youre stupid but to be fair most proposed motives in ace attorney are stupid so i guess you get a pass. a very grudging pass.

wait no never mind

apollo: thats conjecture wheres your evidence

sadmad: a girl said it happened

apollo: well fuck

i just dont get it. when franziska is a dick she’s funny but when sadmad’s a dick he's just a dick and i want to throttle him with his pretentious braid

pls game you were going strong there; make sadmadhi funny and likeable in his dickishness (like the trilogy era guys, and sometimes Klavier) and not utterly insufferable

I'm willing to hear you out

nahyuta: I'm cutting your pay

[shrug] i guess when you run out of ideas you just recycle edgeworth?? cause he's popular right

as douchey as he is sadmad is right about telling ema not to choose a side. cmon ema, just trust that apollo will figure it out. and apollo, quit begging her to choose a side! sheesh i cant believe I'm agreeing with sadmad.

please sadmad i hate frozen stop referencing it

apollo thinks stag beetles are cool and thats adorable

oh hello Reunion and Turnabout, it’s been a while.

sadmad: Assault in the name of the Holy Mother is Legal and Allowed also allow me to talk AND TALK AND TALK AS IS THIS GAME’S WONT

“youre just a child” says the 25 year old. cram it, airy-fairy. besides, your shit princess is >14< and you let her dance around in a mini skirt and declare rulings. so double cram it.

“Ema, wait! I have to prove that I’m not a dick by quickly praising you so as to prove that I’m not a dick! Wait!! Seriously!! I HAVE TO BE LIKEABLE!!!”

again, i just dont get why its funny when Franziska whips Lotta Hart and annoying as fuck when Sadmad threatens Bonny with, um... rosary bondage i guess

tbf apollo is rly being aggressive on the WELL YOUU DONT THINK SHE DID IT, RIGHT??? i mean we all know she didnt but it’s your job to prove this, apollo, not coerce witnesses into siding with you. even phoenix wasn’t like that when he had to defend Maya or Maggey.

[wheezes]

sadmad: you lied to me

betty: lol so? dump me in hell idgaf

i like betty. she’s a dick to trucy and nobody touches my baby girl but still. love that defiance

both sisters are p sweet i gotta say.

sadmad: so, you think a girl killed a guy so she could get revenge on another girl because she loathed her? how stupid. you stupid red fire hydrant pissed upon by wicked dogs.

apollo: and you think that a magician faced with their secrets being revealed couldn’t, like, conjure up some duct tape? no? had to be death??

sadmad: ...;;;;;;;

did bonny just meep

“just be nice and quite like a good little bunny”

heehee typo

“I’ll yank your fucking hair out!”

“Whatever it’ll just grow back”

thats the best response ive ever heard (sobs)

good on ya polly

“showing up dead in the coffin was part of the prank”

um then if it was planned as such how is trucy responsible for this???

also shit guys i hope Take2 TV was willing to pay for the damage done by the falling set piece cause that shit splintered like crazy.

“But for some reason, he really DID turn up dead, so he kinda just stayed on the ground”

i know its inappropriate to laugh but I'm laughing so hard

sadmad quit calling down someone’s soul just to look cool; theyre trying to rest in peace

“she signed her name to the bottom of an incriminating note” yeah for really reals that sounds smrt

“the handwriting matches yours” ah yeah the signature but not the fucking note just by looking its not the same its typed

you people are such morons

#sulking over SOJ #ooc

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pendulumprince · 7 years ago

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Here’s hoping episode 7 doesn’t kill my girl?!

Playmaker and Blue Angel get revved up to fight!

The audience is hyped!

Blue Angel takes first turn!

Plays a magic card

Draws a Trickstar monster

Summons a 00 ATK monster!

Ughhhh blue Angel you gotta let go of wanting to please Akira

KILL YOUR HERO’S, BLUE ANGEL

IT’S THE ONLY WAY YOU’LL EVER BE FREE

After the opening!

Blue Angel summons anopther monster at 1800 ATK

And another at 1200 DEF, by sacrificing the previous monster

And she plays another magic card…

Annnnd she brings back the 1800 ATK monster, brings it down to 900 ATK

She draws; so does Playmaker

ANNNND HERE COMES THE BURN

THROUGH MONSTER EFFECT, SHE BRINGS PLAYMAKER DOWN TO 3800 LP

AND MY HER MAGIC CARD EFFECT, HE’S DOWN AGAIN TO 3600 LP

ANNNND BLUE ANGEL SETS UP HER LINK SUMMON

FUCK ME SIDEWAYS

IT’S HOLLY ANGEL AT 2000 ATK

GOOD SHIT GIRL GOOD SHIT

Okay we know you’re gonna lose

But I’m still proud of you

Blue Angel sets two cards facedown, ends her turn

Playmaker takes his!

HE DRAWS

AND

TAKES 4000 LP IN DAMAGE

HE’S AT 3200 LP

AND SHE’S NOT DONE!

HOLLY ANGEL GOES UP TO 2400 ATK

PLAYMAKER SUMMONS A 1400 ATK MONSTER

HE SUMMONS BITRON

I READ THE SUBS TOO FAST AND THOUGHT HE SAID “BITCH, CMON” I’M CRYING

OKAY BUT IT’S AT 2000 DEF

PLAYMAKER LINK SUMMONS

SUMMONS LINK SPIDER AT 1000 ATK

HE SUMMONS BITRON AGAIN

LINK SUMMONS THEM TOGETHER

BRINGS OUT LINK BUMPER AT 1400 ATK

AND AGAIN!

HE LINKS THEM!

BRINGS OUT DECODE TALKER AT 2300 ATK

HE GOES IN FOR THE ATTACK

LIKE BLUE ANGEL’S GONNA LET THAT SHIT FLY

SHE ACTIVATES HER TRAP

SHE GETS RID OF ALL THE CARDS IN PLAYMAKERS HAND

MAKES HIM DRAW A NEW HAND, AND

HE TAKES 800 LP IN DAMAGE

PLAYMAKER’S DOWN TO 2400 LP

AND HE’S FURTHER DOWN TO 2200 LP

AND HOLLY ANGEL GOES UP TO 3000 ATK

DECODE TALKER GOES IN FOR THE ATTACK

PLAYMAKER PLAYS A MAGIC CARD

PROTECTS DECODE TALKER, BUT

NAH

BLUE ANGEL ACTIVATES HER TRAP CARD

TAKES OUT DECODE TALKER

AND—

Hot damn, Ghost Girl is watching from the sidelines

DAMNIT VRAINS

CAN YOU WARN ME NEXT TIME EMA IS GONNA APPEAR

I NEED TIME TO MENATLLY AND SPIRITUALLY PREPARE FOR HER

But yeah, Blue Angel’s got Playmaker by the nads

BUT HIS TURN ISN’T OVER!

PLAYMAKER PLAYS A 2100 DEF MONSTER

ENDS HIS TURN

HOLLY ANGEL GOES BACK DOWN TO NORMAL

BLUE ANGEL TAKES HER TURN

DRAWS

AND

PLAYMAKER AND IGNIS CATCH IT

IT’S THE KoH CARD

IT’S EMITTING A PURPLE DARKNESS??

IT TOTALLY FUCKS UP BLUE ANGEL’S SHIT

Blue Angel gets rid of her trap card

Plays a 800 ATK monster

SHE ATTACKS PLAYMAKER DIRECTLY WITH IT

HE’S DOWN TO 1400 LP

AND FURTHER DOWN TO 1200 LP

PLAYMAKER FALLS

GRABS HOLD OF A LEDGE??

SHOOTS HIMSELF BACK UP TO HIS D-BOARD LOL NICE

BLUE ANGEL ADDS ANOTHER TRICKSTAR TO HER HAND

ENDS HER TURN

PLAYMAKER DRAWS

GOES DOWN TO 1000 LP

AMND AGAIN, DOWN TO 800

HOLLY ANGEL GOES UP TO 2200 ATK

Omg wait

AKIRA IS GOING OVER THEIR BACKSTORY

Okay these were their folks

They died

So Akira worked his ass off to provide for Aoi

HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND WHY SHE’S DOING THIS

MY GUY

HAVE YOU EVER TRIED TALKING TO YOUR SISTER

I MEAN FOR REAL

Aw shit

That KoH card is starting to effect Blue Angel

HER VISION IS GOING ALL BLURRY

OH NO

AW SHIT

SHE’S HAVING A HARD TIME STAYING ON HER BOARD

PLAYMAKER AND IGNIS NOTICE

DO DOES AKIRA

PLAYMAKER SUMMONS A 1000 ATK MONSTER

HE DISCARDS A SPELL CARD TO BRING BACK LINK BUMPER TO 1400 ATK

AND PLAYMAKER GOES IN FOR THE DATA STORM!

HIS TRON LINES GLOW!

HE’S GOING FOR IT, GUYS, HE’S GOING FOR IT!

HE GRABS THE CARD

LINK SUMMONS

NEW CARD WHO DIS

ENCODE TALKEEEEEER AT 2300 ATK

NICE NICE NICE

PLAYMAKER GOES IN FOR THE ATTACK

BLUE ANGEL USES HER SKILL

HER EARRINGS GLOW PINK AW THAT’S ADORABLE

IT’S CALLED “TRICKSTAR FRAUD”

SHE DISCARDS HER GOOD TRICKSTAR MONSTER

FORCES PLAYMAKER TO DRAW THREE CARDS

HE TAKES 600 LP IN DAMAGE

AND AN ADDITIONAL 200

WHICH WOULD BE 800?!

BUUUUT NAH

PLAYMAKER NEGATES THE ATATCK VIA MONSTER EFFECT

AND

BLUE ANGEL

GET’S FUCKED UP BY THAT CARD

SHE SENDS HER OWN MONSTER TO THE GRAVE

DAMN NEAR PASSES OUT??

AKIRA IS SCREAMING

NAOKI IS SCREAMING

I AM SCREAMING

BLUE ANGEL NO

OH FUCK ME SIDEWAYS HER VOICE GOT MAD DEEP

BLUE ANGEL BRINGS UP HOLLY ANGEL TO 3000 ATK

SHE’S SCREAMING

GIRL IS POSSESSED lol alright

PLAYMAKER BRINGS ENDCODE TALKER UP TO 5300 ATK

BLUE ANGEL IS SCREAMING

AKIRA ORDERS HIS FOLKS TO STOP THE DUEL

BLU ANGEL IS STILL SCEAMING

THE CITIZENS OF DEN CITY ARE HIGHLY DISTURBED

PLAYMAKER BRINSG UP ENDCODE TALKER TO 6100 ATK

BLUE ANGEL’S CRYING NOW

GIRL

SHE FALLS DOWN TO HER KNEES

AKIRA CAN’T STOP THE DUEL BECAUSE OF A SYSTEM ERROR LMAO YOU KNOW THAT’S THE KoH

DID

DID BLUE ANGEL JUST FALL OFF HER D-BOARD

PLAYMAKER SENDS ENDCODE IN TO ATTACK HOLLY ANGEL

THE ATTACK CONNECTS

BLUE ANEGL IS CRYING

SHE DOES DOWN TO 0

THIS MUSIC IS KILLING ME

ANNNND THAT’S IT

GUYS IT’S EPISODE 7 HOW THE HELL DID WE GET HERE

PREVIEW TIME

AOI’S IN A COMA

AKIRA LOOKS LIKE HE’S AGED 20 YEARS

YUSAKU’S GOT THIS DEAD LOOK IN HIS EYES

THE KoH GOES ON THE ATTACK

“As long as you exist, my anger and hatred won’t go away” YUSAKU IS READY TO LAY SOME MOTHERFUCKERS OUT

#yugioh vrains #vrains episode reactions #vrains episode 7 #blue angel #playmaker #akira zaizen #knights of hanoi #sol technology #link vrains #den city #my posts

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