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vitalpen · 4 years ago

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The Daily Visit

(Written for The Webcomics Review’s Write a story you worthless piece of shit contest

Prompt: A dragon is kept locked up in a tower by an evil princess )

A slight figure descended on clacking shoes down a flight of spiraling stone stair. She’d have been stomping if not for the heeled slippers on her feet.

As she reached a heavy wood door, she held up a ring of keys, having already found the correct one. This was the last of several barriers between the base of her tower and the cavern in the mountain which it rested on. She shoved the key in with a small grunt, turned it, and wrenched the door open.

The stone brick staircase was traded for one carved into the rock wall. Her steps now echoed off into the massive dark. She carried a torch with her, but it only lit the few yards in front of and behind her. Any further and the chasm swallowed its light. Bringing it was more habit than anything these days. With the sheer number of times she’d been down here, she could’ve taken the steps blind.

It was a scheme 7 years in the making… and counting. She’d known about this cavern for years, but it was only when she’d finally decided she’d had enough that she began to use it. At ten years old, she’d first discovered the creature. By the time she was eleven, she’d devised her plan to capture it. In her twelfth year she’d killed her parents and replaced them with puppets, animated with her own prodigious magic to a facsimile of life, then she’d created the strongest magically binding shackles the world had ever seen. At thirteen, she engaged with, fought, and tricked her target into the cavern, binding it with the shackles.

That was supposed to have been the hard part.

Yet here she was, at seventeen, four years later…

Not a day went by that she didn’t think about it and it never failed to sour her mood. All that work, the kind that even the most powerful magic users would balk at, and she’d done it. At thirteen. She could already go down in history as one of the greatest sorceresses to ever live.

She came to the bottom of the cave, a smooth surface, slick with dripped water. Only a passing thought went to her skirt dragging through the puddles and she quickly decided that she didn’t care.

“Speaker!” Lucia DuFort shouted the name it told her heatedly into the shadows.

The first response was something between a growl and a groan. Whichever it was, it shook the very air. “GOOD EVENING, YOUR HIGHNESS.” The words were spoken slowly, tiredly, and snidely. It was the cadence something very old and powerful with nothing but time on its claws. “YOU SEEM… IN POOR SPIRITS.” It chuckled, sending a gust of foul-smelling wind toward her.

“You might say that,” she replied through gritted teeth.

The ground shook as it shifted in its spot with a laugh. It knew that she had been dreading this thinly veiled excuse for aristocrats to masturbate over their status for weeks. That’s what all these parties were, an orgy of the egos. She could hear the rumbling of the creature standing up and the sound of parting wind as its long neck swung down to her. Then its lid opened, revealing a swirling green and black orb that was twice her size and a slit-shaped pupil she could’ve walked through like a doorway. “WAS THE BALL NOT WHAT YOU HAD HOPED?”

Lucia’s face twisted into a snarl. With graceful, practiced movements, she lifted her arm and outstretched it toward the beasts.

Blood-red streaks of lightning lanced from her fingers, bathing the room in angry illumination. They revealed the entire mountainous form of the dragon she had worked so hard to break. They pierced its scales, causing it to howl in pain and thrash against the perfectly polished shackles that had held it for the past four years. She tortured the beast for nearly a full minute before her bloodlust subsided. When she was done, the dragon was heaving in its spot, smoke rising from the fresh burns that covered its body.

That was when she heard it, the unmistakable sound of deep, growling laughter. “WORSE THAN EXPECTED, THEN?” The snark to its tone was pained, but strong.

“Do you have any idea what I’ve endured tonight?” She snapped at it, resisting the urge to simply shock it again. Instead she dropped onto the floor and began tugging the uncomfortable heeled slippers she’d been forced to wear for the entire day.

“WOULD IT BE COMPARABLE TO ELECROCUTION?” When she only glared in response, it continued with a grin. “DO TELL.”

“For the past eight hours, I’ve been made to play host to the most pompous, mind-rotting, ivory-tower-dwelling band of narcissists I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting.” Free of her footwear, she stood up once more. “These… degenerates are supposed to be the ruling class, yet they are so insulated from the outside that I am deeply surprised I was only subjected to a single ‘dear wife and sister’. They’re as inbred as the backwood troglodytes that work the fields.”

The dragon let loose a roaring guffaw at that, massive belly shaking. “TRULY THE HEIGHT OF YOUR SPECIES. I IMAGINE THEY GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS FAMOUSLY.”

“Quite,” she took on a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Puppets with only a semblance of thought, a perfect match, really. It never ceases to amaze me how no one has noticed anything different about them in five years.” Lucia had nothing but animosity for the inane pair of twits that brought her into a world of idiots. Only when she was approaching “marrying age” did they begin to interact with her whatsoever. Gutting them in their sleep was the first thing she’d ever truly enjoyed. “Did you know one of the visiting kings has a rebellion on his hands?” Finally, her eyes matched her smile and she actually began to giggle. “Because he doesn’t. He’s going to be slaughtered in his sleep by the month’s end and he has no idea.” She spoke the words like they were school yard gossip.

“IS THAT ONE OF YOUR PET PROJECTS?”

“The rebellion? Not this one, no.” She shook her head, still smiling. “They’ve simply been overtaxing and underfunding.” She dowsed the torch and let her eyes adjust to the dark, pulling her legs in and hugging them as she began to pout. “I hate being used as decoration for these people.”

“IGNORED, WERE YOU?”

“You know if there’s one thing I hate, it’s being talked about like I’m not in the room.” She grumbled. “I don’t think a single thing of substance was said to me the entire party.”

“AND WHAT OF YOU PARENTS? DID YOU LEARN ANYTHING INTERESTING FROM THEM?”

“Nothing that I didn’t alre-“ she stopped, deflating a little. “Ah yes. The men.”

The dragon laughed again. “YOU ARE GETTING TO THE MARRYING AGE.”

“From time to time, it seems I made those puppets a little too well.” She lied back on the stone. “They have to keep up the charade and part of that includes introducing me to… suitors.” With a huff, she climbed to her feet.

“NO PLACE FOR ROMANCE, CHILD?”

“If these are the only options I have, I’ll gladly die alone.”

“AH, TO BE YOUNG AND DRAMATIC AS A PRINCESS JUST SHY OF ADULTHOOD.”

“You’ve seen my archery?” She asked, ignoring the snipe, taking a solid stance, and mimicking the well-practiced form of a bowman.

“‘SEEN’ IS AN INTERESTING CHOICE OF WORDS,” Speaker replied pointedly.

It was only now that Lucia recalled that she’d temporarily blinded it with arrows to the eyes some months back. The memory made her chuckle. “Then you’re intimately familiar. See, despite six years of training both on foot and on horseback, a certain prince from the north is simply convinced that I’m a novice and he must graciously impart to me the wisdom he’s obtained in the past year on the subject.”

The dragon groaned in annoyance. “PLEASE TELL ME THAT THIS ISN’T THE SAME ONE FROM THE LAST PARTY. WHAT WAS THE NAME AGAIN? ALTI-SOMETHING.”

“Oh, so you remember Prince Alitran Bartimus von Gildenshire,” she emphasized each and every syllable of the name with pure, distilled contempt. “Long pursuer of my affections and condescender of my every step.”

“THAT TWIT, YES.”

“Well, I am pleased to report he is no less an ingrate since last we saw him. You would also be interested to know that my back is ‘too straight’, my shoulder blades are ‘too close’, my legs are ‘too wide’. It was all I could do not to plunge a damn arrow into his throat.” Her fists were squeezed so tightly they were starting to hurt, but she was too angry to care. “And his parents are no better.” She began to pace and took on an unflattering imitation of King Gildenshire’s pompous voice. “Our ‘quaint’ little kingdom is so charming to them and my parents so agreeable that they couldn’t bare to see anything terrible befall us. After all, we’ve only just a thousand soldiers in our ranks, barely enough to keep the peace should the peasantry grow restless!” She picked up one of her shoes and stared daggers into it. “We’re one of the smallest territories in the region. So of course we’re the but of every joke and belittling backhanded compliment.” Her grip on the shoe tightened. “Quaint. I could kill them all in an instant and they have absolute gall to call my kingdom quaint.”

Speaker chuckled, drawing her attention. “CAREFUL CHILD. PRIDE IS LIFE’S GREAT FOLLY. I BELIEVE I AM LIVING PROOF OF THAT.”

“It’s not pride if I’m right,” she snapped back, magic crackling in her hands momentarily. “They talk like they know anything that goes on in their own kingdoms. I know more about their kingdoms than they do. But I’m just the daughter of a bumbling, unthreatening king and queen, good only for my looks. And all the while, I must sit there,” her voice took on a sickeningly sweet tone, even raising in pitch. Meanwhile, smoke began to rise from the shoe in her hand. “I must be sweet and bubbly and charming as can be,” just as quickly as the façade came, it left. “Constantly denying the ever-more-tempting urge to slide a blade into the throats and drag it across.” As if to punctuate the sentence, the shoe burst into flames and she dropped onto the floor. “And do you know the worst part?”

“I MIGHT, BUT ENLIGHTEN ME NONETHELESS.”

“Trapped beneath the castle, beneath my tower, is a force that could reduce armies and cities alike to ash.” She lifted up from the ground, feet leaving the floor and levitated right up to the giant set of eyes. “But it. Won’t. Cooperate.”

The dragon made a show of lowering its head onto its front claws and blowing air out its nose ponderously. “TRULY A DILEMMA FOR OUR TIME. I ONLY REGRET THAT I AM INCAPABLE OF ADVISING YOU ON HOW TO ATTAIN THIS POWER YOU SEEK.” The formal tone, the overcomplicated sentence structure, Lucia knew when she was being made fun of. The dragon suddenly raised its head. “AH! GRACIOUS INSPIRATION, I HAVE KNOWN THEE ONCE MORE!” it turned to her again, its eyes dead serious. “HAVE YOU CONSIDERED POLITELY REQUESTING ITS SERVICES?”

Lucia began to bite the inside of her cheek, a habit she’d picked up recently to try and keep herself calm in the face of unyielding rage. She couldn’t let it get to her, not now. “Have I not shown I am worthy,” she almost pleaded. “Have I not demonstrated my dedication to these lofty goals? What must I do?!”

“YOU HAVE DEMONSTRATED YOUR ABILITY TO STALL AND WHINE.” With a gust of air from its movement, the dragon stood up and came to its fullest height, glaring at her with a ferocity she hadn’t seen it use since the day she captured it. Only this time, there was an element of familiarity to it that stung. “YOU ARE A CHILD WITH ALL THE POWER SHE COULD EVER DREAM OF, ALL THE CUNNING AND RESOURCES SHE COULD EVER NEED. YET YOU ARE STILL A CHILD. AND NOT ONCE SINCE BIRTH HAVE YOU BEEN TOLD YOU HAVE VALUE. YOUR MOTHER AND WERE NAUGHT BUT FLEETING DISAPPOINTMENTS. BY THE TIME THEY BEGAN TO CARE, YOU COULDN’T STAND HAVING THEIR APPROVAL. SO YOU SOUGHT THE APPROVAL OF SOMETHING FAR GREATER. YOU DO NOT SEEK A SERVANT, YOU SEEK A PARENT.”

The words, spoken with equal parts dismissal and disappointment, stung her in a way she hadn’t been expecting. And Lucia couldn’t understand why. She wasn’t just a child, she was a sorceress, she wasn’t stalling, she was planning, she never cared what her parents thought. She didn’t care what anyone thought. The very idea that she did… it brought upon her a pure distilled rage that overwhelmed her. It was only now that she noticed the metallic taste of blood. She’d bitten her cheek too hard. That taste was all it took to send her over the edge.

“I do not want your approval,” she spoke, trembling as sparks of red arced between her fingers. “I want your SUBJUGATION!” With a scream of rage, she let loose her lighting with both hands, impaled the creature in dozens of places. Speaker screamed in agony and writhed on the ground. Only the shackles prevented it from bringing the entire cavern down around them. Lucia didn’t know how long she held it like that, but it had long since stopped moving when she ceased the onslaught.

All was silent. The dragon was still. “Speaker?” Lucia called warily, suddenly feeling her resolute rage crumble away like sand against the tide. “Speaker?!” She called, more frantically. There was no reply.

No. She hadn’t. She couldn’t. It wasn’t.

What had she done?

All that time, all those talks, every hour she’d spent planning, preparing, everything in the last seven years of her life. Gone in an instant. Slowing, her hands moved to her head, fingers running into her hair. Slowly her grip on the locks began to tightened. She began to shake again, not from rage, but from fear, anguish, and frustration. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Then it began to move.

“FOOLISH CHILD. FRAGILE CHILD. RECKLESS CHILD. WEAK. CHILD.” The only way to describe Speaker’s tone was ‘ominous’. The words were laced with history, experience, and disdain. For the first time since they’d met, Lucia felt the millennia behind the voice. “WE DRAGONS HAVE BUILT A LEGACY OF OUTLASTING. NIGH IMMORTAL, NIGH IMPERVIOUS, I HAVE SEEN THE RISE OF CIVLIZATIONS THAT YOUR GRANDPARENTS DON’T REMEMBER. YOUR EMPIRE COULD LAST TEN GENERATIONS OR MORE AND IT WOULD BE LONG FORGOTTEN BEFORE I FIND MY FINAL REST. THE OLDEST AMONG YOU ARE BUT CHILDREN TO ME, AND YOU ARE BUT A CHILD TO THEM. DO YOU TRULY BELIEVE A HUMAN LIFE IS BUT A TRIFLE FOR ME? WHEN YOU DIE, YOUR ENCHANTMENT WILL FADE AND I SHALL SIMPLY BE FREE AGAIN. YOU WILL, BEFORE TOO LONG, BE NOTHING BUT A DISTANT MEMORY TO ME. AN AMUSING DIVERSION WHILE IT LASTED. JUST LIKE OUR LITTLE TALKS.” It spit the final word out with more venom than any viper. It lied back down on its claws and closed its eyes. “NOW I SUGGEST YOU GO AND SLEEP. IF I RECALL CORRECTLY, YOU HAVE ANOTHER PARTY TOMORROW.”

Without a word, Lucia flew back to the doorway was fast as she could, locking the door behind her. When she was safely back up the stairs and in the tower’s basement, she fell to the floor and wept bitter tears. She had the monster in chains, unable to do anything but endure, and somehow it had come away the victor. All her pride, all her ambition, what did it really mean if she couldn’t act on it without the terror of failure holding her back? Speaker understood that perfectly. All she’d accomplished, all her power, and it amounted to a raindrop in the ocean to a dragon.

Einwyther, known to the young princess as Speaker, allowed herself a smile. In just four years, the girl had displayed dramatic improvement. Many others would brush off this opportunity for introspection or worse, wallow in it. Not Lucia. It might take a moment, but she would come back stronger, as every time before.

In another year or two, she’d be ready.

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recentanimenews · 4 years ago

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Bookshelf Briefs 6/8/20

Ace of the Diamond, Vol. 26 | By Yuji Terajima | Kodansha Comics (digital only) – The fall season has begun! Furuya is wearing the ace number and dominates the first game, much to Eijun’s distress, since he’s still suffering from “the yips” after striking a batter with an inside pitch. Thankfully, Miyuki and Coach Kataoka arrange for Chris to drop by and teach Eijun a new trick, which seems to help get him out of his doldrums. Meanwhile, Furuya’s performance begins to deteriorate, rumors about Coach Kataoka’s imminent departure begin to circulate, and the guy who’s been observing them (but who is probably Kataoka’s replacement) plans to focus solely on cultivating Furuya the ace and objects to how much time and effort Kataoka devotes to the other players. I mean, I can only assume that this guy is going to get sent packing at some point, but I definitely appreciate that Terajima-sensei is able to make me this anxious about his presence. Perennially recommended. – Michelle Smith

A Certain Scientific Railgun: Astral Buddy, Vol. 3 | By Kazuma Kamachi, Yasuhito Nogi, and Kiyotaka Haimura | Seven Seas – The first half of this volume is a giant flashback, and you know those are always bad in the Indexverse. Expect dead kids, dead adults, and a whooooooole lot of evil science. Unfortunately, there’s also a lot here that relies on the reader knowing one of the antagonists is from New Testament Vol. 11… which we have not seen in English, and might never see. Too much continuity. Junko continues to be laughably retroactively strong, going toe to toe with a level 5 here. And there’s the bond between her and Misaki, which may be “master and servant” but is also a close friendship (and yuri tease, as Misaki herself demonstrates). Railgun fans will like this. – Sean Gaffney

The Girl from the Other Side: Siúil, a Rún, Vol. 8 | By Nagabe | Seven Seas – The eighth volume of The Girl from the Other Side is unbearably sad—so much so that I struggled to finish it, as watching Shiva come to terms with losing Teacher is a shattering experience. Compounding my sense of anguish were the final chapters, in which we learn why the Inside world was so desperately interested in Shiva. The parallels between her situation and our current health crisis are impossible to ignore, reminding us about the human cost of capitulating to fear, ignorance, and superstition in the face of a pandemic. In a less fraught moment, I’d be inclined to recommend The Girl from the Other Side for the lessons it imparts, but I think it’s OK to decide that Nagabe’s allegory is a little too on-the-nose to offer insight or comfort right now. – Katherine Dacey

Go with the Clouds, North-by-Northwest, Vol. 3 | By Aki Irie | Vertical Comics – After two messy but interesting volumes that see-sawed between mystery and travelogue, Go with the Clouds, North-by-Northwest finds its groove in volume three. Michitaka—who disappeared from the previous volume—takes center stage in the latest installment, as Kei inadvertently stumbles across some important clues about what happened to his aunt and uncle back in Japan. Though Kei’s discovery propels the story in a new and unexpected direction, the latest plot twists feel earned; the sometimes awkward shifts in tone and genre that characterized the first two volumes are smoothed over by new revelations about Michitaka, and a new sense of urgency about solving the trail of gruesome deaths he’s left behind. The result is a compelling story that has the trappings of a Scandinavian crime show but the soul of an X-Files episode. Recommended. – Katherine Dacey

Kakushigoto: My Dad’s Secret Ambition, Vol. 3 | By Kouji Kumeta | Kodansha Comics (digital only) – Whereas Zetsubou-sensei made a point to seemingly attack everything in the world for leaving the author (and, by extension, Nozomu) in despair, Kakushigoto is zeroing in on the manga profession in particular. Here we get mysteries answered, such as why are the pages of weekly magazines colored differently, who determines the order the stories go in, and what is the exact nature of a deadline? We don’t get real answers for any of these, as it turns out things are very fluid. As for Hime, she’s still cute, and still investigating things with her not-Zetsubou girls mystery club. And there’s still that flashforward threatening us with the death of Hime’s father. Will the series get that dark? – Sean Gaffney

The Misfit of Demon King Academy: History’s Strongest Demon King Reincarnates and Goes to School with His Descendants, Vol. 1 | By Shu, Kayaharuka, and Yoshinori Shizuma | Square Enix – This isn’t my usual fare, but I hoped it would help with my Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun withdrawal. And it actually did! Anoth Voldigord was the all-powerful demon king, but sacrificed himself to end a perpetual war with humanity, pledging to reincarnate in 2000 years. When he does so, he’s invited to a school attendend by his many descendants but nobody believes he’s who he says he is because his magic is too vast to be measured and all of the facts about his reign have been distorted or forgotten over time. Anoth isn’t too likable at first, but the fact that his smug announcements of superiority garner no reaction, his jokes fall flat, and he must deal with a pair of doting and dimwitted human parents all help to humble him a bit. I guess it sometimes pays to venture out of your comfort zone! – Michelle Smith

My Senpai Is Annoying, Vol. 1 | By Shiromanta | Seven Seas – Thankfully, the senpai is not annoying in the way that I feared—this is all on her. Futaba is a new OL at a company who is so short she looks about twelve years old. She also has a near-terminal case of tsundere. This mostly comes out when around Harumi, her senpai at the company, who is huge, nice, helps her with her work and occasionally lightly teases her, and she is absolutely not ready to deal with it. This manga has one joke—Futaba is embarrassed and gets mad to hide it—and if you like that joke, it can be fun. It’s also based on a webcomic, with most “chapters” being about two pages. Towards the end, there’s longer original content, and that works much better. Recommended for those who like 4-komas and tsunderes. – Sean Gaffney

New Game!, Vol. 9 | By Shotaro Tokuno | Seven Seas – You got the sense that Kou wasn’t going to stay in France forever, and sure enough, she’s back by the end of this volume. There’s some nice stories here about not-quite-rivalries between her and Aoba’s friend Hotaru, and of course the inevitable yuri tease between Kou and Rin, which will never rise above a certain level but that level is pretty damn high. Other than that, a big part of this volume features the danger of farming out parts of your game to outside companies to complete, as they’re harder to control and can easily affect quality in ways that need to be fixed somehow. We also see Aoba continue to grow into her role as a real adult, even as she continues to never quite take the starring role. Cute. – Sean Gaffney

Primitive Boyfriend, Vol. 1 | By Yoshineko Kitafuku | Seven Seas – Kamigome Mito is popular with the boys at her school but feels nothing for any of them, finding them all insufficiently manly. Mito is lamenting her circumstances while working on the family farm, when she suddenly receives a visit from Spica, Goddess of the Harvest. Mito’s hard work has not gone unnoticed and as a reward, Spica sends her back in time 2.5 million years to meet her soulmate, a member of the species Australopithecus Garhi. He takes care of Mito, she falls for him, and when she’s sent home just as his life is in peril, she’s desperate to return. It’s pretty fun, I guess, if you don’t let yourself get bogged down in the realities of how their relationship will never work. Thankfully, it’s also only three volumes long. It’s short, it’s unique, and thus I will keep reading to see how it all plays out. – Michelle Smith

Species Domain, Vol. 8 | By Noro Shunsuke | Seven Seas – The series has now reached the Culture Festival, and seems like it might slowly be gliding to an ending, which in a series like this means pairing up more people. The “joke” confession that wasn’t in the last volume gets revisited here, with much embarrassment all around. Kazamori’s desperation for other girls to be attracted to Ohki may end up getting her in trouble down the road. Mikasagi explains why he isn’t ready to commit to anything, etc. There’s also an extended bathhouse scene, for those who like fanservice, which includes discussion about where Mizuno should be, on the men’s or women’s side. Again, I appreciate the care they’re taking with this character. Fun. – Sean Gaffney

The Way of the Househusband, Vol. 3 | By Kousuke Oono | Viz Media -As I have said in previous reviews, you read this series for its one gag, and should not expect more than that one gag done extremely well. Beyond that, here we see that our househusband is not the only former yakuza trying to make a living doing mundane everyday things, and that it’s much easier to change what you do than how you act. We also see why he’s such a good husband, manipulating things a bit so that his wife can meet some live action Pretty Cure actors (or rather the non-copyright violating Pretty Cure knockoff). That said, I think it’s Santa’s appearance that is absolutely the highlight of the volume, along with the stunned reaction of all the children. Hilarious. – Sean Gaffney

By: Katherine Dacey

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my-words-are-light · 5 years ago

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Starflower

Dear friends of mine and followers that know me very well despite the fact I put out barely any content at all will probably be aware of my eternal and undying love for @damedaffodil, a webcomic by @sakura-rose12 that I simply can’t get enough of. I grew up with Sailor Moon so it sits right with me intrinsically but it’s also intelligently written while still being lighthearted and charming.

I’ve thought from time to time about Charo Flores, a shining beacon of optimism and heroism and joy, hanging out with Destiny Pride, a grumpy and snarky bystander who wants nothing to do with anything. So I wrote this crossover to satisfy me. So, without further adieu, I introduce you all to my crossover between the Ngawooin Project and Dame Daffodil!

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She was not comfortable in a busy city. Going from what was a sleepy town (‘was’, anyway) to here in Birmingham, she was ill prepared for the utter hive of people she was to dwell amongst. She couldn't even go down an alleyway without seeing someone she’d never seen before. Walking through the main roads was like a kaleidoscope of faces she never saw twice.

It felt very weird, and a smidge unnerving; so many people walked to and fro at the shoulder, even in groups, but no one knew or acknowledged each other, or even made a stoic nod of greeting. Maybe the English were reclusive sorts by nature. But she was used to knowing everyone back home, even if only their names. Here, the patterns in the seas of people kept changing and she knew she’d never see one person again.

She decided she should relax more in the apartment before going on a walk. She only just got here today; familiarising herself with the city could wait. Fresh air could only do so much for a high school girl travelling overseas for the first time. So she was on her way back to the apartment, navigating the sea of Englishmen and women as she went.

She found herself fortunate to find a space at a corner where she could sort of isolate herself and get her bearings. As she relaxed, she saw a poster. Big and sturdy, the sort that made you think a hotshot from Hollywood was in town. Must’ve been professionally made.

The poster depicted a girl with flaring orange hair decorated with a striking yellow flower accessory that held a high ponytail in place. The yellow dress followed the flower motif with a petal skirt with orange ruffles underneath and a green bow on the back that looked like a pair of leaves. The flower girl was shooting a beam of light from her hands at some black furry animal, tearing it up like a high pressure hose. Printed at the bottom of the poster with very bold text was THANK YOU, DAME DAFFODIL!

Alright, so... What was Dame Daffodil? It sounded familiar but nothing was coming to her. Was it a play? Some movie? Maybe some local model or something? The poster didn’t have any release dates or studios or... well, anything on it anywhere. Was it...

Okay, bored now. She turned away from the poster but found a girl looking at her. This new girl was a bit shorter, had dark skin, and her short brown hair was tied at the back with a high ponytail held in with a yellow flower hairpin. Quite a contrast from her, with her short blonde hair that fell down around her head and really pale skin. Then there were the stranger’s clothes, a navy blue jumper and sky blue shirt. She’d seen a few other kids her age wearing them; probably the uniform of some high school around here. It’s a shame the clothes were unkempt and messy. Much like the hair, actually. And her eyes were unfocused and red at the edges with bags underneath them.

“Hey,” the schoolgirl greeted. Her voice was like that of a receptionist who started her job bright and eager to help everyone have a pleasant day but wore down with the passage of time, yet still determined to bring joy. “Like the poster?”

She glanced at the poster once more. “It’s a’ight.”

“I think it’s amazing.” The schoolgirl walked up to the poster and looked at it with her heavy eyes. Her smile was weak and tired but it wasn’t forced. Must’ve been a fan, if the hairpin was of any indication. “What do you think of Dame Daffodil?”

“I don’t really know who she is.”

The schoolgirl’s eyes rose as she looked at her. “Really? She’s a superhero around here. She fights monsters and helps...” A yawn interrupted her, “... people.”

“Wait, what?” The tourist blinked a few times, which would’ve helped get the sand out of her eyes if she was dreaming. “A superhero? Like, a bona fide, fair dinkum superhero? Powers and all?”

“I dunno what fair dinkum means but, no joke, she’s the real deal. She basically protects the city.”

Wait a minute, she had heard about Dame Daffodil once before...

“Hey, did you hear about in England?” Penny asked her, spinning her art stylus idly.

“Mm.” She herself was content to rest on her arms crossed on the table.

“There’s a superhero now. Some girl called Dame Daffodil.”

“Mm.”

“Fires laser beams. Also really upbeat. She’s like a TV show presenter for kids except she’s cooler than that.”

“Mm.”

“Long night?”

“Mhm.”

“Alright, I’ll leave ya.”

Probably should’ve paid more attention. “Huh. Well, I just got here. I don’t know much.”

“Oh. I was wondering if I ever saw you before. Are you a tourist?”

“Nah, on holidays with the family.”

“Well I hope you have fun here.” The schoolgirl showed her teeth as she donned a smile. Kind of forced but she was definitely trying to be nice. “I’m Charo. You?”

Oh struth, the most dreaded part of meeting new people: introductions and sharing names. “Uh...” Ugh, she hated this part. “... Destiny.”

“Huh?”

“My name,” such as it was, “is Destiny.”

Destiny could see a gear stop in Charo’s head. Well, one more than those that had already stopped. Maybe Charo could stand to get a few winks too.

“Destiny?” Charo said, either as a question to Destiny, herself, or perhaps a cruel God.

“Yeah. Destiny.” Her shoulders slumped. “Parents, huh?”

The footsteps around them were so much clearer and distinct with the new quiet.

Remarkably, though, Charo didn’t blink. She beamed. “That is so cool...!”

Okay, that was new for Destiny. The top two usual reactions for her were pity and incredulity. Sparkly-eyed excitement was a completely new experience for her. It was kind of nice but it was more kind of weird.

“Oh, sorry.” Charo proceeded to stop being awe-struck. “I gotta go. Just remembered I’m visiting a friend... See you later.” With a parting wave, Charo turned and walked away.

“Bye,” muttered Destiny as she half-heartedly waved back. “Don’t trip on the way.”

That wasn’t the worst first encounter she could’ve had in this new country. She was kind of weird but kind all the same. Too bad they ended on Charo knowing her name but at least she thought it was cool. She couldn’t imagine anyone else being like that.

Wait, where was she going again? Oh yeah, home. Anyway, it was either—

BOOM!

Destiny whipped around as an explosion burst from a ways behind her. She couldn’t feel any aftershocks but it was definitely loud. What was that? A meteor? A bomb? Those never happened back in her hometown; the only big problems were...

Wait...

Oh no. This was bad. Someone was in danger.

---

Destiny didn’t stop sprinting until she reached a lamp post on the corner of the road where all the commotion was. Only then did she collapse against and wrap her arms around it, taking deep breath after deep breath to try and ease the burning in her ribs. At least she got much farther than she did in last year’s beep test.

It took a moment but her torso stopped feeling so much like it was burning that it would keep her from moving. She lifted her head to the intersection ahead. Only a bit more to go. She put one foot in front of the other, breathing cyclically as she went to ease the burden on her lungs, until she reached the corner. She peered around it to survey the damage...

There was a black dragon.

No joke, there was a real dragon. In the middle of the street, in a deep crater that splintered into fissures that reached the sidewalks, battered cars, shattered windows, and topped streetlights, was an honest to goodness, to scale, living and breathing dragon.

Sort of. Maybe.

It definitely had the silhouette of a European dragon. Long snout and neck? Check. Four clawed legs? Check. Two massive wings? Checkity. Tail? Checking check. But it was in the details how the dragon was just kind of... wrong. Its body was covered not in scales or a leather hide but some kind of furry black moss. Its wings reminded her of flower petals. The two horns growing out of the back of its head looked like stalks and the fangs and claws resembled thorns. The tip of its tail, weirdest of all, looked like a budding flower.

A closer look would probably clear up a lot of details but Destiny was not one to get herself in harm’s way for curiosity’s sake. The same could not be said for the citizens around her, as it turned out; from the corner behind which she hid, she saw folks out in the open taking pictures of the thing with their phones. All their survival instincts taught them to do was to keep their distance a bit. Given three wishes, Destiny would wish for the bystanders to rack off, decent Internet for home, and a tray of Tim Tams.

Actually, she could just use the first wish to get the dragon to go away.

Speaking of, the big brute had yet to attack anyone. Actually, it had yet to even move from its crater. It stood right in the middle as it surveyed the crowd. She could hear a low growl coming from the thing; it was probably wary of everyone, ready to strike at the first sod that tried any funny business. So was it being defensive or...? What’s going on here?

The crowd itself got caught up in the speculation, murmuring to each other.

“Oh God, I’m actually looking at one...”

“Did it just fall from the sky?”

“My car!”

“If that damn glare would get lost...”

“I’d love one as a pet.”

“Where’s Dame Daffodil?”

That last one was said quite a few times. So Dame Daffodil was really real, as were the monsters on that poster. She should’ve gotten the hint after Penny and that girl she met—Charo, that was her name—told her about the hero but an impartial bystander saying her name gave it that impersonal quality that assured her she wasn’t nuts and talking to imaginary friends. Not that superheroes were hard to digest but you never know.

Damn it, though, she just wished everyone would go away. The dragon was only growling in a warning manner but that could change in an instant. Why was it even here? It wasn’t attacking so what’s the dea—

A warm yellow glow came in through the air and landed in the middle of the street like a heavy flower petal. It was a human—no, a superhuman. The dragon directed its now dangerous snarling at her as she stood up. She was a bit shorter than Destiny. She had a green leafy waist bow. She had a yellow dress. Her hair was messy and orange and long with a ponytail held in by a daffodil accessory. No prizes for guessing who she was.

Dame Daffodil turned around and waved at the bystanders. “Hey...!” she called, not quite putting her all into it because of fatigue but she was putting in as much as she can. “Is everyone okay?”

“DAME DAFFODIL!” cheered what sounded like the entire country condensed to a single street with all the enthusiasm of a bunch of fireworks getting married.

The local superhero wore her biggest possible grin and waved at those gathered. Many of them thrust their phones higher and forward to catch her image.

Destiny, on the other hand, stood frozen at her corner. Of course she recognised Dame Daffodil. The shocking part was how she recognised her more as Charo, who she encountered only minutes ago.

How did she not put two and two together before? She was right next to the poster. One simple comparison of their faces and boom, she could tell Charo was the very superhero she herself admired in a sort of narcissistic way. Yet it never crossed her mind. Why? Well, she supposed Dame Daffodil’s face on the poster was kind of fuzzy and hard to focus on for some reason. In the flesh, Dame Daffodil had something a bit... weird... going on with her face and Destiny recognised her just fine. Was this because of the poster? Maybe cameras only saw the fuzz like a regular would and carried that across...

Oh whatever. She could figure it out later if she was still interested.

“Everyone, please get away from here!” called Dame Daffodil after the spectators had finally settled down. “It’s dangerous! Please get to safety!”

The blaring of sirens followed right after as a couple of police cars arrived, bringing with them four men. “You heard her!” they shouted into megaphones. “Evacuate immediately for your own safety!”

Finally, the civilians left. Or some of them, anyway. Destiny would bet her toy collection that some of them were staying behind after pretending to leave.

She could probably go too, really. She ducked back and turned down an alleyway. Here’s hoping Dame Daffodil could deal with that dragon in her state...

---

The hero looked at the dragon cautiously. She regarded it not as a monster but as a dangerous but ultimately innocent animal, like an angry dog. It was a bit nerve-wracking how the dragon looked so annoyed at her but she kept it together. “Easy, easy...” she said softly. “I’m not going to hurt you...”

But the dragon was not easing up. Its nostrils flared and its brow furrowed as Dame Daffodil spoke. It growled at her and bared its thorny teeth.

“It’s okay...” Dame Daffodil continued, even if she was a bit anxious. She took another step forward...

And the dragon stood on its back legs and roared to the sky with such ferocity that the superhero had to back away while covering her ears.

“Uh oh,” she said.

The dragon threw its head down and blasted a cyclonic stream of what looked like glowing green pollen at her. It was as wide as a single line and faster than a speeding car; a regular human would have to be lucky to dodge it only partly.

Fortunately, Dame Daffodil was no regular human reliant on luck; her baggy eyes portrayed a false weakness as she used her super speed to spring onto a wall and then jump off to leap back over the street, which was now stained down the middle with an acidic green. Even the asphalt was smoking. At least she evaded it in its entirety.

The dragon began to raise its head to her airborne body, the lines of its mouth starting to glow green.

“No...!” Dame Daffodil thrust her palms out together and light coalesced in between them before she fired it as a bright beam.

The attack struck the top of the dragon’s snout with an earth-shaking boom as the pollen breath spewed out, now pointed at the dragon’s feet. Smoke burst from the laser’s impact and obscured the monster and the street from view. Pollen continued to kick up at the ground for a few more seconds, whirling at the base of the smoke.

Dame Daffodil landed on her feet in the middle of the road. She looked at the pollen breath as it continued to spill out even after the dragon was blasted on the face. “It’s tough. I’ll need to hit it more than once.”

With a roar, the dragon beat its wings and dispersed the smoke. Even if it was covered in black moss, it was easy to tell the face was burned rather savagely. Same went for its front feet that endured its breath. Yet, for all the damage, it looked even more ready for a fight. It kept its glare focused on Dame Daffodil as it growled.

Dame Daffodil groaned. “I wish things would be easy for once these days…”

The dragon roared and lunged towards her in a single bound with its front feet raised. Dame Daffodil quickly bounced to the side as the dragon’s claws slammed into the spot where she just was, shattering it like a plate.

Dame Daffodil rolled as she landed and righted herself with one hand braced against the road (bare skin against asphalt and pavement hurt, by the way, especially when a dragon just puked magic acid pollen on it) while she aimed the other at the dragon. A one-handed laser was less than half as strong as a two-handed one but it was faster to aim and fire.

But not fast enough, sadly. The dragon followed up its attack immediately with a swing of its tail, which she only caught from the corner of her eye, and she hurried to duck and roll under it. She raised her head to get her bearings again but she noticed the dragon’s other immediate follow-up in the form of it opening its glowing mouth.

“Oh come on...!” she grunted, bouncing away right before another stream of pollen could engulf her. Finally, she was out of range of its melee attacks. She quickly turned and fired another one-handed laser, which she knew the dragon was too large and slow to dodge, and scored an impact. Although the blast was smaller, there was enough smoke produced for her to use as a smokescreen while she put more distance between herself and the dragon.

But she didn’t get far before the smoke cleared and she saw, to her dismay, that the dragon blocked the blast with its wing curled around its body.

“What does it take to hurt you?!” Dame Daffodil shouted.

The dragon rotated its head ninety degrees and lunged forward with an open maw. With an upper jaw to the left and a lower jaw to the right, Dame Daffodil’s instincts drove her to backflip into the air.

One vertical rotation later, her eyes were in position to see the dragon’s mouth glow green once more.

It was going to fire.

She was stuck in the air.

She couldn’t dodge.

She desperately pushed her hands together. The light was barely forming in her palms as the stream of pollen rushed her way. It still wasn’t ready to fire as the stream got close enough for her to feel how hot it wa—

Something slammed into her side and caught her and... carried her off? One second, she was about to bathe in dragon not-fire. The next, she was being carried while the stream rushed by above and behind her. What saved her with super speed rivalling her own?

She looked up and her breath caught in her throat. A blue bodysuit, glinting with stars like a brilliant night sky. Long, sparkling silver hair. A transparent blue visor. A pink skirt glimmering like a nebula. And she could never overlook the thin steel gauntlets that held her carefully, as grey as the rest of the hero’s armour that covered her torso and feet.

The new hero smiled at her. “Never thought I’d be saving you, Dame Daffodil.”

Dame Daffodil’s energy had been in tremendous decline that day. It was a miracle she could make herself go out with how much she needed rest she wasn’t getting. And yet, seeing the hero she never thought she’d meet holding her in her arms brought her to life. “YOU’RE SAVERSTAR!” she yelled, beaming.

“Saverstar...?” murmured the voice of a civilian that didn’t have the sense to run away when he was asked.

“Isn’t she from Australia...?” asked another one.

“Four of them now?”

“Here? In England?!”

“Saverstar?!”

As Saverstar lifted her head, she saw the citizens moving out of hiding to get a closer look at the new arrival. Their astonished murmurs died as their breaths were taken away from their eyes confirming the amazing; Saverstar was here in the flesh in England.

The civilians, unsurprisingly, started shouting.

“Saverstar!”

“Oh my God!”

“She’s actually here!”

“WE LOVE YOU, SAVERSTAR!”

First things first, Saverstar placed Dame Daffodil back on the ground. With her arms free, she stood up straight and waved to the forming crowd that hollered and waved back.

“Alright, that’s ENOUGH!” she shouted as she stopped waving, and it was great that the crowd acknowledged her by being quiet. “In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a DRAGON here! We’ll take care of it! Now, as Dame Daffodil said, BUGGER OFF!”

Everyone in the crowd yelped before turning around and running.

Dame Daffodil chuckled. “I wish they’d listen to me when I said that.”

“I’ll give you tips after this,” said Saverstar as she turned to face the dragon. All things considered, it was rather patient to just sit there while she introduced herself. That said, it was a lot more agitated now than when it was just Dame Daffodil; its eyes quivered and shook as it beheld her. Was it just measuring her as a threat?

Saverstar held her left hand out in front of her. Small glimmers of light sparkled one after the other in the air, getting faster and faster, as they coalesced and came together in her hand. In a flash, the lights became one and formed into a stringless bow that looked like it was made from diamond. The dragon reared back, provoked by the bow’s appearance.

She placed her right fingers on the grip of her bow and pulled back. An arrow of light appeared with the action, shaking with energy just aching to be unleashed on her target.

The dragon’s mouth glowed green before it fired a stream of pollen at the aiming archer and Dame Daffodil. Both magical girls jumped out of the way in opposite directions. Saverstar still had her magic arrow nocked and fired it into the dragon mid-leap.

The arrow of light shot right through the dragon… and it had no effect, aside from a slight shudder. All Saverstar had to show for her efforts was a slightly peeved dragon that took the moment to roar at her.

“Look out!” cried Dame Daffodil as she fired a double-handed laser that landed directly on the side of the dragon’s head. It kicked up plenty of smoke as usual, obscuring the heroes from the dragon’s view as Dame Daffodil raced to Saverstar’s side. “Are you okay? The arrow didn’t do anything!”

A faint green glow shone through the smoke. Saverstar and Dame Daffodil immediately recognised the danger and jumped out of the way as a pollen stream shot out of the smoke. The breath expelling the pollen dispersed the smoke, making the dragon visible.

“I didn’t expect it to do anything,” said Saverstar. She grabbed the end of her bow’s limb with both hands, holding it like a club. “The arrow doesn’t do damage; all it does is exorcise possessed people. If that dragon’s not possessed, the arrow won’t do anything.”

Not that she cared. The enemies of Dame Daffodil weren’t like hers back in Ngawooin; back home, the monsters were possessed townspeople wracked with grief and needed counselling on top of a beatdown. But here? They were just monsters. All she needed to do was crush them.

Dame Daffodil looked at Saverstar with concern. “Then what do you do?”

The dragon pounced towards the two heroes. Both of them stepped back before the dragon landed right where they used to be, breaking the ground with the force. Dame Daffodil’s footing shook but Saverstar still stood.

“I’ve got more than one string to my bow!” shouted Saverstar, bludgeoning the side of the dragon’s head with her weapon, eliciting a pained cry from the creature. The dragon swiped at her with a claw only for Saverstar to evade it by flashing away down the road with her super speed. Dame Daffodil joined her at the same time.

With a bit of distance between them and the dragon, they took a moment to catch their breath.

The dragon regained its bearings as well. It glared at them, snarling, and then it spread its wings wide and roared at them more viciously than ever before.

Dame Daffodil and Saverstar sped towards the dragon head-on. When they got right in front of it, they split off to either side. The two heroes jumped from road to wall, from building to building, and back to the dragon, attacking with laser after club after laser after club, alternating between the two and speeding away.

Try as it might, the dragon couldn’t keep up with them both. It lunged at Saverstar with tooth and claw, only to miss and be distracted from Dame Daffodil’s two-handed lasers taking the moment to strike it. It blocked Dame Daffodil’s lasers with its wings and whipped at her with its tail, only to be completely exposed when Saverstar ran right into it with kicks, punches, or bow clubbings.

Saverstar appeared in front of the dragon, leaping forward and kicking down at the dragon’s snout. She leapt over the dragon’s back… and the dragon promptly clapped the back of its wings against Saverstar. She raised her hands to push against the wings but that only trapped her right behind the dragon, which lifted its tail and whipped her, knocking her down to the road in front of the dragon.

The dragon’s mouth began to glow green.

Dame Daffodil appeared in a flash in front of Saverstar, pushing her palms together and building up energy between them.

The dragon unleashed a stream of pollen at the exact same time Dame Daffodil fired her two-handed laser. The laser split the stream, the pollen rushing harmlessly beyond Dame Daffodil and Saverstar on both sides, and shot right into the dragon’s maw with an explosion.

The smoke cloud was enormous. Dame Daffodil and Saverstar nervously stepped back in defensive stances, wary of a surprise attack.

But the smoke wasn’t dispersed by the dragon’s actions; it dissipated on its own, revealing the dragon slumped on the road, its face viciously burned and damaged and lying in a puddle of its own acidic pollen.

There was no mistaking it. It was down and out.

“WooHOO!” cheered Dame Daffodil, pumping her fist in the air. “We did it! We finally beat…”

Her enthusiasm drained rapidly from fatigue and her legs gave out.

“Oi, careful!” Saverstar caught her as she fell. “Gotta get home before you sleep.”

Dame Daffodil chuckled with what little energy she had. Her baggy eyes looked at Saverstar with appreciation and tired triumph. “Right, right… But I need to take care of the dragon once and for all, first. Just one more attack should do it.”

“Alright, just take it easy.” Saverstar helped her to her feet and walked with her to the lying dragon.

Dame Daffodil broke away from Saverstar and stood in front of their fallen foe. It didn’t twitch in the slightest; it wasn’t getting back up with a surprise attack.

She pressed her hands together to gather energy. She took more time to gather more energy for a laser larger than those before, something that would annihilate the animal.

She fired her final laser. It created a dust cloud big enough to engulf the entire street and both Saverstar and Dame Daffodil. It lingered for a long half minute before it dispersed.

The dragon was completely gone. From the scorched black road where its body once lied, a dark flower with six wrinkled petals and a light centre bloomed. It was hauntingly beautiful but uncomfortable to look at.

“Finally,” grunted Dame Daffodil rubbing the back of her head.

With a shake of her hand, Saverstar vanished her bow in a flash of light.

“YEAH! GO DAME DAFFODIL!” cheered a bystander from the side of the road.

More citizens gathered and cheered with congratulations for Dame Daffodil and quite a few for Saverstar as well. The crowd was electric with enthusiasm, probably due to the new hero on the scene all the way from Australia.

As exhausted as she was, Dame Daffodil smiled and waved at the crowd. “Thanks guys but I really gotta go…”

“Excuse me…! Pardon…!” muttered a man with a microphone as he pushed his way through the crowd, followed by a man carrying a camera. A field news team, no doubt.

Saverstar frowned. Dame Daffodil needed rest more than she needed an interview (and Saverstar just plain wasn’t in the mood). She ran to Dame Daffodil’s side. “Don’t suppose you want to hop it out of here?”

“Don’t you know it…!” Dame Daffodil nodded.

“Alright then.” With a roll of her neck, Saverstar picked up Dame Daffodil like she was a bride. “Buckle up.”

“What—Wait!”

But Saverstar didn’t wait for the surprised Dame Daffodil; in a flash of blue, she took off running across the city, far away from the happy fans and reporters.

---

The two of them stopped in one of the many alleyways of Birmingham. No prying eyes or curious sorts to follow them in here. They’d be safe to take a breather, even if just for a moment.

The exhausted Dame Daffodil slumped against the wall and slid down to the ground. Not the most hygienic place for that but it worked. “Whew… Jeez, I was lucky you came around today. Best luck I’ve had these last two months.”

“Looked like it,” said Saverstar. “You really look out of it.”

Dame Daffodil nodded. “It’s been rough. Monsters have been appearing more often than ever before and I’m having a hard time keeping up.”

“Well it’s good that I’m here then. I’m happy to help.” Saverstar took a moment to think and recollect. “… You’re Charo, right?”

Dame Daffodil froze. She looked at Saverstar with wide, fearful eyes. “Uh, what makes you think—”

Yeah, that was coming on a bit strong. Saverstar took that moment to detransform. Her brilliant and shining form dimmed as her hair went from long and silver to short and blonde. Her visor, bodysuit, armour, skirt, gauntlets, and greaves all vanished, leaving her in just her civilian getup.

She smiled at Dame Daffodil. “My full name’s Destiny Pride. So now we both have a secret to share.”

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A Long Ass Guide To VAV

VAV – Very Awesome Voice

Soooo since there were some people who did like my idea of making a guide like this I thought ‘cool let’s do it!‘ I hope this can help people finde out about them and maybe motivate some of you do give them a listen and some love!

Ok so first some general facts;

They had their debut in 2015 with 6 members under AQ Entertainment, which is now A-Team Entertainment. I’d like to point out here, that this company provides ENGLISH SUBTITLES for us (!!!!) which is pretty damn awesome.The group underwent (is that a word) a couple of lineup changes which I will explain further when I come to the members individually. A Fun facts: they have a pretty big spanish following and were guests on a shit ton of youtube channels

Fanclub: Vampz (debut concept was vampires and werewolves and priests and. Yeeeh.Their debut was actually on Halloween. Supposedly there even was a whole ass webcomic but I never saw any of that, sadly.)

We’ll get to the number one most important part now

THE MEMBERS (in order of age)

1. St. Van – The Leader

Real Name: Lee Geumhyuk

91 liner

Main vocal (POWER vocal) / Leader

A father

Probably speaks better Mandarin than Jacob / lived more than 10 years in China

Loves Jacob; votes Jacob by default

tries hard and gets dragged for it by the younger members

it was revealed that he likes to watch girl group dances (he said it’s because he needs to learn them to be able to show something at fanmeetings and such. Yeah sure bro me too.)

hear someone laughing in the back? That’s him.

roommates with Baron

embarrassed. Generally.

Completely demolished ACE birthday cake with the help of ZeHan once

Likes cars

can drink a lot of water??

Has sleeve-like tattoo on his shoulder/upper arm

2. Baron

Real Name: Choi Chunghyeob

92 liner

Vocal

Fake Maknae 0.1 // he’s very cute

somewhat speaks english

Known for serenading a male fan with ‘I need a boy’

Super pretty // sweet voice // very good and underrated dancer // funny --> Real idol material right here

Apparently has ‘apple hips’ which are ‘popular’ among the members. Whatever that may mean…

Likes photography and making films

Plays games first thing in the morning

Talkative

A sunshine // scammed the company into giving him an extra allowance of 1000won in a game and spend it to buy fruit for the members

there’s a 26 second long video of him brushing his teeth on A-Teams official youtube channel (these hoes deleted it)

3. ACE

Real Name: Jang Wooyoung

92 liner

Vocal

A Mom // currently raising Ayno and Jacob

Probably dating Ziu atm

asks members for reactions when he does things

Practices phonation /articulation in his sleep (super noisy, even people in nearby rooms can hear him)

Talks a lot

Wears sunglasses in the pool aka. will fight you in the pool while wearing sunglasses (swag is better than actually seeing your surroundings)

‘I look thinner with my clothes on’ kinda person // he’s ripped

Really likes sport and working out

The groups elected MC

He always seems to know what he’s doing

Covered Winners ‘Fool’ and it’s amazing his vocals are super beautiful

Mullet

4. Ayno

Real Name: Noh Yoonho

96 liner

rapper

Participated in the survival show No.Mercy in which Monsta X was formed, but got eliminated in the final rounds

Joined the group as a new member early 2017

Voted to be the cutest by VAV

Fake Maknae 0.2

Part time grill master (Roasts his members)

*Looks at the camera like he is on the office*

Skilled dancer

Writes his own rap

First reaction after seeing Jacob cry was to lie himself horizontal on his lap as a form of comfort or idk that’s the kinda friend he is

in charge of meme

his ideal type is ACE, apparentely

released a mixtape

5. Jacob

Real Name: Zhang Peng

96 liner

Sub-Rapper / sub-vocal

Chinese

Quite introverted // worries his members cause they want to share his hard times but they feel like they can’t. What a family T-T

Manly manTM

Had a complete mental breakdown once with ugly sobbing and all after receiving a video letter from VAV

Voted himself visual of the group

Nickname ‘Cob’

Sassy af since he’s started to talk more

Idk but I think he’s rich he always wears expensive looking clothes

In charge of abs and keeping a straight face at all times // has super cute smile actually

‘I stream ‘Venus’ as soon as I get up in the morning’

Accidentally made out with ZeHan at pops in seoul

Got featured in the song ‘Trouble’ by former member XIAO

6. Lou

Real Name: Kim Hosung

96 liner

rapper

member since 2017

Very confident

Super deep voice

Can speak english

Not having any of anyone’s shit (pls let ur members live)

Maybe a bit mean

Pretends to be manly

Majors in acting

Finds lot of Joy in making fun of Ziu

Gets lots of affection in return that he absolutely really DOESN’T WANT

His most precious possession is the refrigerator

According to him his closest celebrity friend is James Bond

‘which place would you like to visit where you have never been?’ ‘my house’

7. Ziu

Real Name: Park Heejun

97 liner

Vocal // I love his vocals byE

joined together with Ayno and Lou in 2017

No homo? Yes homo. (no video goes by without him trying to kiss at least ONE of his members)

King of being fake touched and overreaction

Always gets exposed

Raids the dorm refrigerator at around 5/6AM

Eats while being asleep

Suffers a lot from the maknae position

Ended up being my bias somehow

Cucumber anti

a cheerful fella

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Former / Members on hiatus under the cut further down ~ ____________________________________

That was it so far, but...!

They also have a kind of reality show which is called What’S Up? VAV and it’s very fun so I defintely recomment watching it!! Here is a season 2 playlist

Sadly A-Team deleted / put most videos pre-Venus era on private. Their newer Malaysia Videos are really funny though!!!

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MVs

At first I’d like to point out that their earlier songs had quite low production and it’s noticable sometimes. People found that parts of the songs sounded ‘off’. However, they improved every comeback a lot and as they changed producers for Venus they seriously stepped up their game. They have improved SO MUCH, are still getting better and really work hard!!

Debut - Under The Moonlight

Brotherhood (this mv was so fanfiction worthy actually)

No Doubt

Recollection (the FeelsTM)

Here I Am (winter song jacob no lines still good)

Venus / Dance With Me

Flower (this one is my favourite look at that aesthetic and the song was so good wow)

Middle Of The Night / ABC (a bob)

She’s Mine (a super bob)

Spotlight & Gorgeous (two MVs but kind of a package deal cause they’re basically one comeback)

Give it to me

Senorita

So In Love

Thrilla Killa (this one? slaps.)

I’m Sorry

Give me more' (Feat. De La Ghetto & Play-N-Skillz) (I sometimes watch this ONLY for St.Vans sleeve tattoo)

POISON (MOST RECENT!!! WATCH DIS!! ITS AWESOME!!)

Thanks for making it until here and Please stan VAV

Former Members / Hiatus

I will keep these short since the post is already long AS FUCK and while these members DO appear in many of their past videos (Ateam deleted most of the videos :/), ‘advertising’ them here wouldn’t do much good since you’re not going to see them with the group from now on

Xiao

Chen Xiao

Rapper

89 liner

Went on hiatus in 2016 (it was said he has to take care of his sick father)

He once appeared in a VAV video after he left and spend a day with them; the reunion was very heart warming

he made his solo debut with

Bubblegum

and

Share Ya

his song

Trouble

feat. Jacob

ZeHan

Lee Seungmin

Vocal

94 liner

Left to pursue a career as an actor

Was my bias why must u do dis to me

GyeoUl

Jung Un

Vocal

95 liner

Left to pursue a career as producer

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