#WeAre Deadface

[jukeboxuranium]

michael headcanons >:)))

he actually does wear his hoodie everyday like a cartoon character, he just washes it

gels his hair pre-squip, stops during squip, and ends up sticking with no gel post-squip

is actually insanely petty and holds grudges for pretty much anything, like oh you stole my orange in fourth grade? good luck getting my forgiveness i’ll hate you till my grave. oh you need this soda to save the world and prevent a mind robot apocalypse? apologize and then we’ll talk.

had a small crush on pre-squip rich in freshman year, and assumed he just switched schools after that

only smokes weed like, a little less than once a month, he just got caught once and it became his thing at school

has genuine stage fright, like you will never catch him up on a stage unless it’s robot apocalypse related. he’s not even just afraid of performing, but being Near a stage gives him goosebumps, even before the squip (this is a personal favorite hc of mine)

really likes kicking down doors when appropriate, he just thinks it adds a dramatic flair

when he wakes up he just, doesn’t put on his glasses yet sometimes. like sometimes he just prefers to go through the morning completely blind and bumping into furniture

100% talks to himself when he thinks no one can hear him

i like to imagine half the time he’s at school he’s completely monotone and deadfaced but his inner voice is just going crazy

is a terrible actor when he’s trying to act, but if he’s trying to get out of a real situation he could probably cry on command

back to the grudges - when michael mentioned everyone but jeremy forgetting his birthday i think that includes his moms, so i have a hc that it hurt their relationship after that

michael has an older brother, different variations below

1 - he’s got one older brother who he wasn’t close with, who was squipped and in a mental hospital

2 - one where instead of having a distant older brother he’s got an older brother in college who he looks up to like crazy and is super close with (favorite)

3 - one brother in the grade above him, who’s actually super popular and jock-y but they pretend not to know each other in the hallways

[sampersandman]

excuse how crappy this editing is LMAO, I made it in November with the intention of returning to it but I can’t be bothered to try to continue to attempt this without a keyboard. As I mentioned, My Name is Murder features the ‘radio voice’ Croizer, so I think it’s a duet between Salacia-possessed Croizer and Murderface (“Deadface”) So, after My Name is Murder, I think that Exitus is sung by Pickles. It takes place following an alternate version of the cave confrontation scene we got in AOTD, where Pickles encounters Croizer alone (or alone with Nathan, as Nathan is singing backup throughout that song) and he’s having to relay the information he was told by Croizer to the rest of the band.

aaand yeah I definitely think that “the man in green” is supposed to refer to Croizer instead of Knubbler. It makes the more sense, like, just logically, given Croizer is the one that was wearing green for the entire show whereas Knubbler only showed up in green for the movie lol

[svetzzi]

girls walk up to me who is wearing his DEADFACE shirt and say nice pride shirt dude and i go teehee thank you ^_^

[madame-bavarian-cream]

AOT characters and music they’d listen to:

feat. Levi, Mikasa, Eren, Jean, Erwin, Hange, Armin, Sasha, Connie

But it’s really specific and not at all based off of people i know 😀 (i never ever do this but it was a thought that wouldnt leave me alone).

Eren: 

i’m sorry am I supposed to believe this dumb mf doesn’t listen to only tiktok songs w/o any awareness of him doing it???? He’ll be like “hey have you heard this new song?” 😄😄and its just an edited version of a song made by the neighbourhood years ago 😕 PLSSS sir diversify your tastes!!! he obsessively listened to that “my money don’t jiggle jiggle” song unironically. Before tiktok, he would only listen to music on that Top50 spotify playlists and the only playlists he had saved outside of it was one mikasa made for him. 😐😐 Also he hasn’t listened to the sza album and thinks the big boys song is on it (keep up 😤😤😤)

Levi:

i was so close to just saying he doesn’t listen to anything “why do u need music when you can just appreciate the silence??” BECAUSE SIR music sounds GOOD!!! 🤨🤨this is why i’d think he’d listen to shit like Kaleo?!?!?! 😭😭😭 idek just something that litterally does not evoke a single emotion . its just like . there . He probably might listen to the lumineers on occasion (ik theyre really good don’t come at me🫣🫣) poor bb would probably like heavy metal if somebody ELSE played it for him (he would never admit to it tho) bc its something Kenny used to play when he was younger but never asked him what kind of music it was to search it up himself. 🥺🥺

Mikasa: 

my sweet girl. :( she is a fiend!! she is a pinchrest, lana del rey, mitski, rina, bjork, tv girl, marina girly thru and thru🤩🤩(im not pulling this from my spotify i sweAR) shes so deadfaced about it. she shits on all those weird coquette girlies tho!! (as she should queen!!!) Never will admit to listening to it tho, and not because she’s embarrassed but because she doesn’t want anyone thinking she relates to the themes/subject matter (bbg why are you lying🥲🥲) But that’s okay because we can consume art critically! 😁😁��

Jean:

oh dear god. save this white man pls. 😢😢ok okok he actually has pretty good taste in music. hes the type that argues “i love all kinds of music just not country” (but ya know hes singing along to 9 to 5 everytime it plays on shuffle🤭🤭) he’s also very idgaf with the type of music he listens to and for that reason he’ll put you onto amazing artists!!! I feel like he listens to a lot of Omar Apollo, Sega Bodega, Dominic Fike, idkkk. He also listens to A LOT of Brent Faiyaz, the weeknd, and Gunna.😍😍BUTT I also will die on this hill that he used to love Eminem and would memorize all the lyrics (jeanboy is the real slim shady)😙 i luv him, he burns cds for all his friends (yes eren too) but will hand them off so nonchalantly and will be so careful in making the order of the tracks (yes eren too) and everyone will mock him for being so loving (yes eren too). Anyways I headcanon that jean is very very open with giving out all his love to his friends, always hosting everyone (yes eren too), wears his heart on his sleeves, tells his mom every little detail about them, and has the entire checklist for being a good friend down. anyways this isn’t unfortunately a jean post :( i luv him so much actually. also a big radiohead fan for some reason !😝😝

Hange:

I WAS SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE!!!!!! hange has the best music taste and nobody expects it . (except me duh because i luv hange so so so so much 🤨) hange listens to what spotify categorizes as escape room music on their spotify wrapped. They listen to Eartheater, arca, bjork, coucou chloe, kilo kish, dorian electra, UGH I JUST CANT NOT ARGUE THIS ENOUGH!!! 👹👹hange’s dragging erwin and levi to the concerts and erwin’s grandpa ass is so enthusiastic for no reason (go white man go 🤠🤠) but like thats not all?? they also listen to artists like sevdaliza, florence, caroline polachek!!! HANGE LOVES WOMEN!!!! 😤FKA TWIGS, iamamiwhoami, kelela, kelsey lu :)))))) i feel like hange just loves :( it started out with trying to annoy levi with the weirdest sounding music ever but it turned out,,,,they really liked this kinda music (thx levi) Now he’s stuck with all their car rides consisting of hange whispering eartheater songs in his ear from the passengers seat right next to his ear. (also obsessed with any song they can gather people to dance along with #justdanceking) 🤞🤞

Erwin: 

erwin’s weird. he’s a weirdo. in case ya haven’t noticed. 😭😭 idk why his is so hard to think of??? He’s an unironic Rosalía stan and claims he luvs latina singers!! 😡😡i hate him so much. ok ok ok he’s a mariah carey, whitney houston, beyoncé, fan. He also loves like 2010s girl group music like fifth harmony, little mix, etcetera. 😫He cries to aretha franklin and nina simone. but he also knows the verses to Nicki’s songs :) i love him so much. ❤️

Sasha + Connie: 

they listen to the same music idc idc! Bad bunny, playboi carti, the weeknd. Connie went thru a bart simpson vapor wave/juice wrld phase. 😐😐😐He wouldve still been posting about XXXtentacion if Sasha didn’t smack some sense into him 😠😠(everyone say thank you sasha) Sasha also listens to lots of Britney i havta say! also loved the neighbourhood, arctic monkeys, etc growing up. I luv her so much 🤭🤭

Armin: 

my sweet darling boy grew up listening to emo rock and goth rock growing up. he hid it from everyone tho! instead he listened it to full blast on his headphones for hours at night and thats why today he says “huh.” 😕after every sentence someone says :/ hes grown out of it now but he still can belt out the lyrics to black parade anyday! went crazy over King for a Day bc Kellin Quinn AND Pierce the Veil?!?!?!😳😳 Now he loves screaming along in eren’s ear! 🤪🤪

[pontevoix]

‘  when  the  world  is  your  oyster,  ‘  shoko  murmurs  &  purses  her  lips  against  her  cigarette.  it  thrums  life  against  her,  &  she  exhales.  ‘  you  can  find  you  can  be  very  flexible  about  what  makes  a  place  of  work.  ‘

she  closes  her  eyes  &  savors  the  thrum.  shoko  makes  a  home  of  the  office  &  the  morgue;  she  makes  another  home  in  another  office  &  another  morgue.  she  makes  a  third  home  in  another  office  &  another  morgue.

the  world  of  jujutsu  is  not  stagnant.  risk  &  demands  for  medical  attention  vary  &  twist  over  districts  &  regions  —  so  she  travels  the  city  often.  she  travels  like  it’s  a  nine-to-five.  it  makes  her  accustomed  to  nights  spent  in  their  entirety  at  a  workplace  cot  or  her  desk.

the  closer  she  draws  to  thirty,  the  more  she  knows  that  her  life  is  young.  the  closer  she  draws  to  thirty,  her  life  as  a  sorcerer  is  old.  she  wakes  in  the  mornings  in  various  stages  of  business  &  splashes  her  face  with  water  &  realizes  too  late  that  she  has  forgotten  a  cleanser,  that  she  should  really  start  carrying  travel-sized  essentials  in  her  purse  —  &  then  she  thinks  that  it  doesn’t  matter.  she  heals  herself  anyway  &  ties  her  hair  up  &  resumes  a  shift  that  never  ends.  it’s  a  constant  hum  of  work  &  deadfaced  curiosity  that  keeps  her  satisfied.

still,  she  wears  her  face  flat.  mascara  crumbles  against  her  cheek  throughout  the  course  of  the  day.

the  closer  she  draws  to  thirty,  the  more  she  feels  herself  go  soft.  she  doesn’t  train  the  way  she  used  to  —  she  doesn’t  spar,  she  doesn’t  touch  the  field,  there  are  no  requisites  that  put  her  into  action  anymore;  there  is  no  reason  her  muscles  should  ache  from  technique  or  from  demand  —

but  then  again.  there  is  no  reason  for  muscles  to  ache  anyway.  even  if  she  stands  too  long  hunched  over  the  petry  dishes  that  don’t  quite  contain  cursed  energy,  even  if  she  confines  a  curse  for  study,  stands  too  long  on  heeled  shoes,  &  dances  delicately  in  her  work  space  so  that  she  avoids  touching  the  thing  with  positive  energy.

it  would  be  a  loss,  if  she  were  to  lose  a  subject  as  easy  as  that.

she  feels  herself  go  soft  but  doesn’t  mention  that  she  does  still  try.  there  are  days  where  she  is  struck  with  training  &  precautions  she  must  take  to  cultivate  her  energy,  to  ensure  she  is  ready  in  reserve  if  the  worst  comes  to  pass.

there  is  a  always  a  chance.  she  sees  probability  in  the  shape  of  a  bell-shaped  graph.  she  knows  the  odds.  sometimes  she’s  sees  probability  in  the  shape  of  the  man  who  wields  infinity  or  in  the  shape  of  the  curse  eater  —  they  defy  the  realms  of  probability  in  a  way  that  means  there’s  always  a  chance.

‘  i  think  you’ll  be  here  for  a  while.  i’m  still  tracing  the  energy  —  looking  at  different  parts  of  the  bodies.  the  energy  is  not  terribly  strong  .  .  .  but  it’s  contagious.  tokyo  born.  the  ones  you  found  closer  to  you  had  been  to  tokyo  recently.  you’ll  likely  find  more  victims  here  than  anywhere  else.  it’s  not  a  malignant  curse.  just  volatile  ‘

she  feels  herself  grow  soft.  she  feels  herself  grow  neutral.  it’s  a  constant  hum  of  work  &  deadfaced  curiosity  that  keeps  her  satisfied.

‘  anyway,  you  asking  for  a  freebie  or  what  ?  ‘  shoko  counters.  all  this  joking  talk  of  retirement.  sore  muscles  are  not  reason  enough  for  healing  touches.  it’s  an  offer  made  as  another  nothing;  it’s  an  offer  she  doesn’t  expect  utahime  to  answer.

the  closer  she  draws  to  thirty,  the  more  familiar  utahime  becomes.  the  more  she  feels  her  own  exhaustion  echoed  on  utahime’s  face,  &  the  more  she  feels  inclined  towards  the  illusion  that  some  things  never  change.

it  would  be  nice  if  that  were  true.  shoko  taps  her  cigarette.  ash  falls  to  the  ground.

she's out of uniform, but her posture stiff. muscles taut from never ending abilities. she danced for hours the other day, a mission she'd been called upon. they found the bodies after / decay and rot. the world of sorcery was not a kind one no matter the age. she could tell by their small structure they were young, students still. whether they were sorcerers or not had yet to be determined. her heart had ached at the possibility it could be one of her own, for now they're safe, looked after by another trusted teacher. technically, it was her day of rest, but she had questions that she hoped shoko would be able to answer.

utahime adores the sun, feels the warmth soak through her street clothes. a fitted shirt, loose jeans. a bow still pulling tight ebony tresses. it displays her scar / she's learned not to feel certain way about it anymore. there is no hiding a mark like this, a story she has still yet to tell.

shoko hides underneath the tree, filters the nicotine through branches. that's how she finds her. the smell of smoke, the same brand she'd nurse as students. she smiles, pulls at the bag across her shoulder. “ that doesn't surprise me. ” her concern is genuine, doesn't tease the strongest does. “ you never leave the morgue or the office, it's odd you see you out of it. ” uta's head lulls, hair following. she rubs at her bicep, lips pursing. in truth she aches, pushing herself too far. she's not made for fighting, but she'll tear herself down for the sake conjuring.

finger tips pull her bag, letting it drop to the ground like she does. familiarity in closeness. shoko reminds her of unbridled youth even with tired lines shaping her eyes. her back falls back into a bed a grass, arm thrown over her gaze. “ i pushed myself the other day, paying for it today. ”

she sighs, inhaling deep. the smell of spring and nicotine. the smell of damp bark and the promise of evening showers. “ tell me shoko, are we too young to retire? ” she'd never actually do it, she adores her students too much to leave them in the hands of another indefinitely. not when they find bodies younger than them. she's avoiding the question. “ what did you find out? ”

[mxttellion]

hi im so sorry i keep dumping my pat hcs on u, u dont have to answer this if u dont want lmao😭

• fuckin freakishly tall. like has to bend over to enter doors. ik everyone hcs pat as a lamppost but tbh everyone got it right. that man is TALL.

• wears reading glasses. he has those kinda stylish ones, but never wears them for some reason in favour of those old man half-rectangle ones

• polish-australian. i moved most of the ew cast to australia bc its easier idk

• he likes to tie his (shoulder length) hair half-up-half-down with the little ponytail thing even though it doesnt get hair out of his way or make a difference whatsoever. when it's long he has that founding father low ponytail

• only child (if u dont do the pay/twin headcanon thing. actually is that still even a thing. either way i think pay's hair would be permanently long)

• whoever said he has asthma. so true. u understand.

• despite being reasonably pretty he looks stupid and awkward in all photos. like he could be in a group selfie and the ONLY thing hed have to do is smile but he still manages to fuck it up. like the 😬 emoji but more uncomfortable and crooked. either that or he just deadfaces at the camera bc its easier than smiling

• running out of pat hcs so, tord's "giant robot" looks way cooler and is more like the evas from evangelion. also paul likes pokemon and used to name the rivals after pat bc he thought it was funny

OK THNAK U sorry again 🤧

SOOOO TRUE TO THESE....op I'm eating ur hcs like a meal

I think it's the fandom collective hivemind that decided that Pat is, in fact, a literal pole and I can't help but agree, that man is so tall he definitely hits door frames on a daily basis - same thing with being asthmatic. Look he just has 30 diseases and counting

Anyways so true.......

[technobladestanblog]

just got off my shift from work where I had to play football on the TV while the big College Game happened and I've never cared less about the TV in my whole life, people would come in and say "we finally winning but it's against a high school level team, amiright" and I just look at them deadface and say "hahaha, yea it's fun to see us winning for once" while also screaming internally about the fact that the full stadium is In The Town We Live In And No One Is Wearing A Mask when I know the vaccination rate in my state is still pretty low. At least no one commented on me not wearing the teams colors. Anyway this post was just an excuse to say that I now have a personal vendetta against DreamWasTaken for putting football on my Twitter timeline

[anlian-aishang]

Ooo, HCs for AOT?!? Don’t mind if I do lol! May I request a Levi headcanon where he experiences snow for the first time with his s/o? Like, snow angels, snowball fights and such, then afterwards, cuddling in front of the fire? Like his thoughts/reactions to the whole experience (‘∀’●)♡ Thank you for taking time to write these! I L❤️VE all your works!

@hobbithorse19, how are you always coming up with THE CUTEST requests?! Her mind… so powerful. I love this idea so much!!! I may just have to turn this into a one-shot someday...

In short, I believe he would behave similarly towards snow as he did to the ocean. Apprehensive, but admiring the other’s enthusiasm. I hope you enjoy!

For those who prefer 3rd person (she/her) headcanons, I will link that version here!

- Waking up to an especially cold morning, his sweetheart snuggled up to his chest, the chill on his back, he knows exactly what’s happening. It’s the first snowfall of the year, of their relationship. Though he has dreaded this day, the giddy look in your eyes, he can’t tell you no.

- He stares at his closet, deadfaced, no idea what to wear. He has never been on a snow date before. He eventually settles on long underwear, a long-sleeved tee, jeans. When faced with you bundled head-to-toe in winter gear, you have to hold back a chuckle. He picks up your pity, “Have something to say?” You warn that he’ll catch a cold. Too embarrassed, too proud, “I’ll be fine. Let’s just go.” And get this over with.

- As you prance through the snow, Levi trails carefully, attempting to step in your footprints so that he does not have to sink his own feet in. Though he is nothing short of wary, he admires your pure excitement.

- So pure, you are kicking snow back at him. He lifts a sleeve trying to shield himself, but yet, he is smiling. All the fun you’re having, how could he not? If it were anyone else, he would not hesitate to chastise them, but with you, he comes up speechless.

- You finally turn around to find him far behind, you place your hands on your knees and beckon him further, “Hurry up!” Snow this deep is foreign to him, he loathes the feeling of being slowed in his stride, but when he sees you flop on your back into the snowbank, he hurries to your side, “What the hell are you doing?”

- “Snow angels!” He stands above you, arms folded, perplexed, “Aren’t you freezing?” You shake your head, “No! Come on in, the water’s fine!”

- I’m fine up here, thanks. There is no way he’s jumping into that cold, at least it’s what he thinks, until a snowball hits him on the cheek. It melts down his face revealing his trademark glare, clenched teeth, twitching lip. Before either of you know it, he is down there with and on top of you, holding your wrists to the ground, “Just what the hell were you aiming at, brat?”

- Shaking with anger or shivering from the cold, he can’t tell, maybe both when you push him off yourself and into the snowbank at your side. “It’s not that bad, right?”

- Now that his entire back is soaked, he might as well make the most of it. He spends his adrenaline on his own snow angel. You giggle from the exchange. Your laugh is contagious, but he bites his lip, trying to hide any sign of passiveness. Although, he is fascinated by the way the snow brushes over and away from his limbs. Snow really is something.

- After experiencing both snowballs and snow angels, he deems making a snowman his favorite winter activity. He loves seeing the joy on your face as he uses his strength to roll up the heavy snow for you. Standing back with hands on hips, he internally admires his creation.

- It is winter. The days are shorter. The sun is already setting. He is awestruck for his first snowy sunset, but his nose is red and running. You brush a gloved finger under his nostrils, “Let’s get you home, huh?” He sniffs, “I’b fide...” but you have already linked your elbows together and started the walk home. Just as he had been dragged outside to the snow, he was being dragged back inside to hot cocoa and fireside cuddles.

- The both of you bundle each other to form your own little mound of warmth. Levi on the couch. You on his lap. Blanket on both of you. Hot chocolate in hand heats from inside. The fireplace heats from outside. Still, he cannot shake the chill entirely. His body has never been so exposed to such cold. To his dismay, he continues to sniffle, he did enjoy the day and he does not want you to suspect otherwise. As much as he tries to hide it, he can’t subside his symptoms. He stifles a pair of sneezes into his shoulder and nuzzles into your neck for comfort.

- You turn around to find his face pinkened, flush with symptoms, blush with embarrassment. You kiss his tender nose and sensitive forehead, “I’m sorry for lugging you out there. Was it worth it?” Levi holds a finger under his nose and sniffs, playfully mumbling, “I guess...” before a couple more miserable sneezes.

- “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes and into bed…” You head to your room for your first snowy night together. When you wake up tomorrow, it will be the second snowfall of your relationship. Come morning, it will be Levi begging to go outside, bringing some warmer clothes this time.

// masterlist //

[kaibutsushidousha]

How did you feel about Last Encore?

I have no idea. There was so much to unpack from that experience that I really don’t know what to feel about it as whole. I loved the surprise factor from it being advertised as a simple Fate/EXTRA adaptation but turning out to be something out else entirely. I also really loved how fitting the name “Fate/EXTRA: Last Encore” was to the setting: the anime was simply picking all of the Fate/EXTRA characters and giving them one final showing after their real stories were already over (even if only for them to go out not with a bang but with a whimper).

Anyways, overall Last Encore feels like an episodic show, with some episodes/characters that failed, and some that didn’t. To voice my thoughts about it, I would have to go through each character one by one.

Hakuno/Deadface: I was thought Hakuno (the real deal) was perfectly fine as an individual character but terrible as protagonist, and our Deadface-kun here takes the whole thing in the opposite direction. He is serviceable at best as an individual but much better as a protagonist than his EXTRA counterpart. Both were born from basically nothing at the beginning of their stories, but Hakuno defined their (or in this case her) own character with a strongly compelling drive to survive no matter the cost. While her determination was charming and remarkable, Hakuno somewhat fails as a protagonist because Fate/EXTRA had a whole story going on behind the scenes and we don’t get to see that because the current state of the world doesn’t matter for Hakuno’s survival.

Next LE brings us the Hakuno Deadface, a digital ghost born from our survivalist extraordinaire (+ background characters)’s salt over her defeat by the Twice in /EXTRA’s final battle. The edgy hatred speeches are really tedious, but ultimately he gets a neat arc from finding out he is something inherently bad but he is still wants to make something good despite being bad in nature. Unlike Hakuno being a generic NPC, on his case we get a good reflection of his own nature, which leads him to care about the dynamics of the world around him, since he defines him personal goal as improving it, culminating on him wishing for a “new world” with a Moon Cell reset. That makes him more functional as a protagonist than the real Hakuno. All that said, real Hakuno is still more enjoyable to watch.

On I side note, I love that this set up placed female Hakuno as the canon Fate/EXTRA protagonist, because honestly, who played as male Hakuno? I don’t know a single person.

Nero: Nero is just Nero as usual, which (controversial opinion) is always a good thing. That said, like Septem and Extella, this story (justifiably) started with post-development Nero and (unjustifiably) did nothing new with her character. It was already instantly better than the two above because it retold Nero’s backstory with interesting visuals, but still Nero was just Nero.

Shinji and Drake: Shinji was one of biggest highlights here. Easily his best iteration (I know that’s not real praise, but seriously, LE Shinji is really good). In Fate/EXTRA, Shinji is portrayed as the usual obnoxious ass from /stay Night, but after he is defeated, we get treated a reveal this Shinji was not the same Shinji, he was actually just an 8-years old kid roleplaying and that he didn’t even know that dying in the Moon Cell would cause him to die in real life. The big problem with that is that this reveal doesn’t Shinji any less of an edgy asshole than before, so I couldn’t gather any sympathy from it and the only thing it did was setting up the Week 2 storyline with Hakuno questioning whether or not they are capable of sacrificing people with fully realized lives to preserve their own uncertain life.

Then comes in Last Encore, all pushes all these ideas in a much more interesting direction. Instead of all that poorly-written death drama, this Shinji finds out about the “you die in real life” trope by actually winning his first battle and watching his opponent die. This 8-years-old who was acting like an ass because he thought he was just safely having fun in a videogame is faced with the fact that he unknowingly committed murder and decides that he has to do something about it, creating his stagnated city where no ones has to fight. This was an excellent new use of his previous characterization and it finally created a Shinji that’s sympathetic (as you can tell, I still haven’t played CCC).

Drake is still the same as always. Just a support to other characters with no relevant personal motivations of her own. Nothing noteworthy to say about her.

Amari: We didn’t get to see much of her in the anime and I didn’t listen to her Drama CD yet,so there’s not much to say. She presented herself as a woman who controls those weaker than her out of a crippling fear of not amounting to much, and in the end her character didn’t amount to much, so I guess she was good enough in terms of poetic irony.

Dan and Robin: Watching Dan and Robin was sad, and not in any enjoyable or exciting way. It did a good in setting the bleak nature of Last Encore’s world but it sure didn’t do the characters any favors. Robin’s “Should I just tell the old man to give and die?” scene was really strong and I also liked Dan’s sniping trick, but that aside, those two did not perform really well.

Alice: I don’t feel like I need to say much here because’s Alice’s story is the one thing everyone, Last Encore fans and haters alike, agree to be the best part of Last Encore. The original Fate/EXTRA really failed to make me feel anything about Alice’s character, because it focused too much on the mystery of the two Alices to give her some proper characterization (maybe that part would be better if I and everyone else weren’t already spoiled about Nursery Rhyme’s true nature), and when they did, the focus would be higher on the creepiness than in the tragic factor of the character.

Last Encore, on the other hand, realized the full tragedy potential of the character and created a very beautiful piece about it. And, as if being the most emotionally interesting part of the show weren’t enough, her chapters also get the Madoka witch barrier backgrounds and the Glass Game loops to make them the most visually and structurally interesting as well.

Julius and Shuwen: Julius being a Deadface was clever because he kinda was already one by the last week of the game. However, this time Julius’ Deadface status serves only to make Hakuno aware of what he is to kickstart his arc, while this moment in the game proper was entirely about Julius’ own character. Since he got nothing of that, both Julius and Shuwen appear as complete non-characters wearing familiar faces for no interesting reason.

Rin and Rani: They were nice, but considering their importance, I don’t think I cared nearly as much as the show wanted me to. Rani’s different personality added to the main cast dynamic in the few occasions she was present, but that was barely ever. None of her deaths really stroke with me because she of this lack of presence (and because she’s so dull in the game as well). Rin got to be more present, but her weirdly genki personality here overlap with Nero and was consequently overshadowed by her. This Rin would be better if she was allowed to be more proud and confrontational like her other versions, but I understand how her circumstances are too dire for her to afford that. One thing I did like a lot about this Rin was Hakuno acknowledging her 1000 year struggle and saying she was the one who deserved the Grail. That was really nice.

Leo and Gawain: Leo didn’t get to shine much here, but I’m never displeased with Leo content. Him being made to confront the flaws in his ideology is nice and the hope he gets from the Deadface Hakuno is what made me start liking the protagonist. Gawain was the same as usual and nothing interesting was done with him.

Twice: Twice is exactly the same character he was in the game, except his stupid 2-hour long speech is spread through multiple episodes starting from the first, instead of having him appear from nowhere as the final boss and spew everything at once. Undoubtedly much better but still not good enough to fix Twice’s character.

[theashemarie]

hey babe how booooooout 48 for sonuckles ;)

send me a number and a ship! - #48: “This is new.”

Great minds think alike! This one’s based on an AU Katie and I are working on wherein Sonic turns into Super Sonic but then can’t transform back. As a result, it starts to slowly kill him. :( Fun stuff. No character death here, just angst. 

Sonic, feeling like a melting ice shelf, slipping, cracking, falling under his own weight, floats up to Angel Island because Knuckles is missing and there’s only one place he can be. In his sick—dying, an insidious little voice hisses—state, he gravitates to the Island, to Knuckles, to the safety and normalcy that both offer him, to the calmness of the Island’s otherworldly atmosphere, to the rock steadiness of Knuckles’s voice and his presence.

He’s been stuck as Super Sonic for two weeks, three days, and seven hours. It’s eating at him, consuming all of his energy and is now working its way through his body. He can’t sleep, can’t eat, and he knows he’s going. He can’t keep this up. They’ve worked through every option, every scientist, every ancient scroll hidden in remote caves on Angel Island, all of Tails’s ideas. Now, Knuckles, Tails, and Amy are preparing; he can see it in them, the way they don’t look at him, the way they mumble to each other, the way they spend as much time as they can with him, coddling, touching him, trying to brand the memory of him into their minds so when he’s gone they’ll still have him somewhere inside their minds. Tails is a teeter-totter of emotion, jumping back and forth between breaking and broken, while Knuckles is trying to be strong. Sonic is numb.

As he crosses the bridge to Angel Island, a bridge that Sonic threw across to Knuckles those weeks ago, in a rush because Eggman was attacking and they finally had all seven Emeralds, he thinks of everything, at once. Being Super lets him do that. He thinks of what he’ll miss, what they’ll do without him, what he’ll regret, what they’ll regret. Most of all, he thinks about Knuckles, sleeping alone, searching for Sonic in the morning, of the heartbreak, of the emptiness that’s characterized by a lack of something.

He finds Knuckles in front of the Master Emerald, hands spread across its surface, forehead angled so that it’s touching the faceted, green surface, and he’s mumbling, low and taught, mouth curling around the ancient, unfamiliar language fluidly. His mouth touches the Emerald’s surface as he speaks, as if he can kiss his wishes into it. He’s wearing clothing Sonic has never seen before: a chevron-printed, dark green skirt, short in the front, with a longer, brown piece in the back, and brown sandals. It all looks ancient, from his clothes to his praying.

It’s the first time Sonic has seen Knuckles’s toes.

“This is new,” he hears himself say.

Knuckles doesn’t move, doesn’t pause, just keeps up his muttering. It’s rhythmic, Sonic realizes now, more of a chant than anything, and then he hears the humming. It’s strong, thrums through him, beats against his ribs, and has to be coming from the Master Emerald. He can feel it trying to heal him, trying to grab hold of Super Sonic so it can extract it from him. It grapples, tugs, rips, pulls, and he falls to his knees, landing solidly on the ground, scrabbling at his own chest. It feels like there’s a tiny, burrowing thing in there, trying to get out any way it can, ripping through his muscles, bones, organs, and he wants nothing more than to get it out—

His cries jar Knuckles and the chanting stops. Suddenly, he’s there, holding Sonic’s arms in his large hands, saying things Sonic can’t hear. The humming is too loud, the scrambling beast inside him too determined, and all Sonic can do is yell, squirm, try to get free.

Knuckles is too strong. He holds him down, pulls him into his chest, holds him there, heedless of Sonic’s razor, super-charged quills, and rocks him, mumbling again. Sonic can feel Knuckles’s mouth against the skin of his face, feels the blessings he’s saying even if he can’t understand or hear them, recognizes the shape of the words from nights spent curled up together, Knuckles tracing the ancient language into the skin of Sonic’s upper arms, his collar bone, his back with those large fingers fingers of his, trying to teach Sonic in a way he would understand.

Eventually, eventually, eventually, Knuckles’s voice breaks through. The beast gets free, loosening Sonic’s lungs to breathe again, and he gasps, clutches, pulls at his own skin as if to open a path for his lungs. Knuckles holds his hands, stops him from scratching himself to bits, and allows Sonic to lean back.

“That was rough,” Knuckles says, gruff, as if he’s got a swamp in his throat that he wants to get out. He coughs once to clear it, and Sonic realizes that he was close to tears.

“What?” Sonic gasps, demands, trying to remember where he is, what’s happening.

“I asked the Master Emerald for help.” Knuckles says it so plainly that it can’t be anything but true. “It attempted to pull Super Sonic out of you.”

Sonic doesn’t want to open his eyes. “Did it work?”

Knuckles doesn’t answer for a long time. Long enough for Sonic to look at himself, and it’s to his glowing limbs, brighter now, his hands, stretched into claws, no longer frail and shaking but stronger, like he just transformed.

“I can’t say,” Knuckles answers. He reaches up and presses his large hand to Sonic’s face, feeling the heat of the transformation’s fever. “It helped, at least.”

“I feel better.”

Knuckles nods and the other hand comes up to cup the other cheek. Carefully, he pulls Sonic’s face close and presses a kiss to his forehead. “That’s all we can ask for. A little more time.”

Sonic nods in return, then coughs. When his hand comes back, it’s bloody.

He looks at it, numb, and Knuckles does too, deadfaced.

[mythicalsecretsanta]

At The End of The Day (T)

This gift is for: @arel-rhink From your Secret Santa, @silverloveless

Read below:

Rhett’s right hand gripped around Link’s waist tighter as he tried to figure out where Link put his keys. He pulled Link’s arm higher up around his left shoulder as the other man passed Rhett his keys to get the door open. The hot California night was eased with a small breeze that neither man seemed to notice due to the sheer exhausting radiating off both of them.

They had just finished up a 12 hour shoot right after being home for less than a day from the last leg of their mythicality tour. Trying to get all the segments and guests in before the Christmas holiday to ensure everyone got off to be with their family was wearing both men thin along with their crew.  “Come on Bo. If you don’t help me out here I’ll just leave you to sleep here on the porch,” Rhett growled as he struggled to find the lock in the dark.

“Fine but I call shower first. I don’t care what the crew says a shower at the office is not the same as a shower at home.” To say that Link what not in the best mood would be an understatement as loser of the weekly gross out challenge. He pushed the door open letting both men in before quickly setting the alarm.

“You know that’s no problem with me. I doubt Christy would be ok with you falling asleep like that after her and Jess let us crash here while they wrangle the kids at my place.” Rhett followed Link up the stairs as the man in front of him began to unbutton most of his outer layers. The women knew that both men were going to not be home at an kind of decent hour so they gathered the kids for a movie night to get everyone together.  

“Man why does fish heads have to be one of the shows main ingredients. I can still feel them on my hands.”

Rhett giggled as they finally reached master bedroom. Link was already down to his drawers as Rhett scavenged around for the spar shirt and sleep shorts that he keep in one of Link’s drawers. “That’s what you get for being a loser Neil.” Link popped his head out of the doorway and gave Rhett the bird which sent Rhett snickering again as he changed for the night.

Rhett leaned against the doorway as he watched Link shower and scrub his body where most of the fish had fallen on him. He thought Link’s body looked out of sorts due to the alteration the shower door caused but he could still see that strong profile of his friend. He would alway tease Link about his height but he loved how they were both able to fit together so well.  “I know I turn heads more as a silver fox Rhett, but I don’t really think anything hot and heavy in the shower would be a good idea right now. ‘Yes I need an ambulance because me and my beau tried to fuck in the shower running on 2 hours of sleep, and we broke our hip like the old men he forgets we are.’”

As Link got out of the shower, Rhett moved towards him with an outstretched towel. “Now Link that’s unfair to call me an old man. I just hit 40 not like your old bones,” Rhett said as he wiped down  Link’s arms then stomach and legs all while continuing on his speech “And sometimes I forget what are we partners of again can you remind me,” Rhett leaned in close as he wrapped the towel around link’s back.

“Well of course we’re business partners,” he said as Rhett hummed in agreement as he followed Link out. “We’re partners in crime.”

“No one could prove anything,” Rhett quickly said.

Link laughed as he pulled on his own nightshirt and shorts. He decided to keep the teasing up. “We’re partners in wakeboarding. Of course detention partners that got us there to where we are now.” Link turned and drapped his towel over Rhett’s shoulders and tugged him in tight; his lips just ghosting against Rhett’s. He could feel the heat that was coming off Link’s body from the recent shower. The warmth wrapped its way up from his legs through his arms and held tightly to his chest.

Slowly Linked pulled him in, the small height distance something they figured out how to work around long before they understood why to keep it a secret. Their kiss was gentle at first a meeting of lips just to ground themselves in the other person, to feel them under their hands. Rhett’s own hands settled around Link’s hips while the other set drew up around Rhett’s neck curling behind his neck. Soon the kiss grew more intoxicating. As Rhett’s grip tightened around Link, pulling him in closer, he leaned down further into the kiss. Link grabbed him tighter in his hold as he anchored himself to Rhett pushing and tilting his head higher to possess more of the man in front of him. Link growled into the kiss trying to see if the man before him would yield to him. Before Rhett could push his hands under Link’s shirt, craving at that smooth, hot skin under it, his stomach let out a cry of distress.

“Crap, really Rhett,” Linked laughed out loud at how Rhett was trying to whisper to his stomach to be quiet. “I told you to eat from the craft table before we left the sound stage,” Link smirked at his friend as he made his way down the stairs to the kitchen to find something Rhett could eat.

“I did eat but you know I’m always hunger,” Rhett whined out as he went to the cabinet where he favorites were usually kept. “I mean I was getting hungry for something else, but I guess my wires just got crossed.” Link just raised his eyebrows at him as he spread out the fixings for a peanut butter sandwich. ‘Hey if we make out later and he still tastes like peanut butter breath I won’t complain.’ Rhett just have him a deadfaced look knowing exactly why Link chose those ingredients. A lifetime of peanut butter sandwiches only showed how far he was willing to go for the man in front of him.

“At least say you have some Cashew milk,” Rhett pleaded as he came back from his cabinet with a banana and a few Biscotti cookies. It was Link’s turn to give him the dead face look as he turned back around and got the requested milk from the fridge. “You’re actually lucky Lily likes it or else it would have been out with the trash so many times over already.”

“Hey Neal she may have your genes, but at least she can rest easy at night know she has a more open minded flavor palate than you ever could.” Peanut butter spread over the bread easily, and soon the two men moved to the living room to eat their late meal. “So what’ll it be Netflix, the tube, Hulu,” Rhett asked as he passed Link the remote. “I don’t know pick something.”

Linked pushed the remote back in at Rhett who sighed, “Come on man you always say that then whenever I pick then two minutes in you want to watch something else then it takes us five more minutes to figure out what we’re going to watch. How about….we catch up on Hart’s new Tv show.” Rhett’s shoulders dropped trying to find a resolve.

“No way Rhett. You watch that then you get actually ravenously hungry and instead of relaxing we go out for a 4 am burger because your stomach demanded whatever food she showed in the episode. I will not have a repeat of the jalapeno burger scavenger hunt all over again.” Link took the remote out of Rhett’s hands and put on ‘How it’s Made’. “There something we both find kind of entertaining that won’t keep us up longer than we need to be.”

Link relaxed into the couch finishing up his sandwich as the show played on in front of both men. He didn’t mean to snap at Rhett a few seconds ago but he was dog tired already. As soon as Rhett was done eating linked moved to the farther side of the couch, but before Rhett could ask what was going on he realized Link had moved into the mama bear position like they had learned a few months back. “Oh really mama bear,” Rhett just laughed.

“Shut up or baby bear might get a kick to the kidney,” Linked warned even though a wide smile was on his face. Rhett made the motion of zipping his lip before he settled his back into Link’s chest getting comfortable where he lay.  Both men lay there on the couch as the show continued to play. Link’s left knee bent where Rhett’s hand rested while the other let splayed wide over the floor to allow for Rhett’s body to fit in closely to Link. Link began to run his fingers through Rhett’s hair. The brunette was really happy when Rhett decided to forgo most of his hair products for a more natural look. It was so much easier and softer to play with that many times he would get lost in the sensation of softness in his hands. When he brought it up to Rhett when they were young adults Rhett confessed that sometimes he also got lost in the rhythmic motion and the relaxing sensation against his scalp.

Link loved the feel of Rhett’s weight resting on him. It helped him feel grounded in the moment. “Give me your hand,” Link asked and when Rhett complied he began to massage the large strong hand in front of him. The one who protected him as a child, gave him high fives as teens, where a simple placement on his shoulder meant goodluck on your final, and where those hands explored all of his body. Guiding, holding, bruising along his body bringing him to new heights of pleasure. Sometimes Link knew he got in his head to much like now where he began to doubt what he could offer to Rhett.

With a sixth sense to him though Rhett turned, and knew exactly what was going on in Link’s mind. You don’t have over 33 years of friendship without being able to know and study body language as deeply as Rhett has with Link.

“Come on Link I know that look on your face,” Rhett grasped link’s face in both his hands feeling the warmth of Link’s body under his hands.

“You don’t need to withdraw and don’t you dare doubt yourself when it comes to the two of us. We’ve talked about this, and I will always say the same thing no matter how many times you may need to hear it. You are one of the best things I have in my life you, the girls, and all of our kids. You gave that all to me. You’ve given me so much over the years that I have no ideas how I can ever even repay you for so much so don’t you ever doubt that I don’t love you or don’t need you. You have made my life better than anything I could ever imagine.” Rhett moved to lean in then, and kissed Link’s lips with such a gentleness to them. It still held such a possessiveness that left little doubt that what Link was feeling before was anything other than false. Link’s own hands rose up to mirror Rhett’s and as they parted Link nuzzled himself into Rhett’s cheek.

“Rhett…I think you got peanut butter stuck into your beard.,” Link whispered before he broke out into giggles that Rhett joined him in. Rhett’s hands moved to Link’s abdomen, and then a loud blast of laughter filled the living room. They both breathed a sigh of relief when rhett finally let up, and a look of happiness glittered in both of their eyes. Link leaned in with a paper towel to clean the area that Rhett had missed before he tossed it onto the empty plates.

“I love you man,” Link said lacing is hand with Rhett’s.

“I love you to Bo,” Rhett grabbed the clasped hand tighter. “Come on now.” Rhett got up and pulled Link to him.

“Let’s get to bed, and rest while the house is empty.” Link whined at having to get up, but went ahead to followed Rhett up the stairs. Link pulled back the covers, and got on his back while Rhett turned out the lights before he crawled into bed.

“Come here Rhett,” Link whispered into the quiet night as he pulled Rhett’s head to rest over his chest. His beard hair mildly tickled before Link’s own hand began to slowly comb through it before he settled his hand around Rhett’s shoulders.

They both settled; their breath slowing down as their bodies began to relax. At the end of the day there was no other place that they wanted to be than in each others arms.

[madsadcatfish]

our household memes:

stickin ur legy up real high and silently locking eyes with another person, deadfaced

“...heck”

Julia, the photo on our fridge of a little girl wearing a jester hat in front of a Christmas tree that my old roommate found in a used book once

cockroach hockey

reblog with your own household memes

[thedreamctchr]

Morning Face on weekends ?!? 😋 . Wearing this silk dress from @label.rudhi and feeling super comfortable to beat the summer. #summer #tbt #picoftheday #summerseason #labelrudhi #deadface #weekendface #vibes #style #blogger #thedreamctchr #styleblogger #fashionogger #followforfollow #saturday #weekndplan #staychic

[jerilynnphoto]

It doesn't matter if you're a hard-working momma, wearing your cape and in hardcore activist mode, if you've got teenage boys, you'll never escape the deadface photo bombs📸💣 😂😂😂😂😂😂 (at Huizenga Plaza)

[krawdad]

Re: mask wearing

Shit dude I didn't realize how much I was consciously controlling what my face was doing at all times until I stopped having to.

Because I immediately adapted to eyes, voice and body language. And just like. Expressionless deadface under the mask.

What else am I not realizing I'm doing?

[naguk1010]

Earth lack the words to describe how he sounds