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mrmcwigglyman · 6 months ago

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A letter to ENdless

For E-Sekai's first anniversary, I wrote an open letter to all 5 members talking about how they brought me out of hard times and how much they all mean to me. So I'm doing the same today for the second Idol EN generation, ENdless.

Endless was the first full generation of Idol that I was able to watch the debuts of live. It was one day before I left for a family vacation, so I was sitting in my room with my stuff all packed and ready to go, watching the debuts on my phone and the watchalongs on my laptop. And for the past year, I was able to watch all of these wonderful talents go on to do amazing things.

Roca: When you began your debut with an opera song I was already impressed, but the transition into "Highway to Hell" had me absolutely floored. I normally don't watch karaoke streams, but your singing is too good to pass up on, and I love how you do encores like a true rock star. Your voice is as addictive as your personality, and I always have so much fun whenever I catch your streams, even when your screams nearly blow out my phone speaker. The huge amount of music you listen to inspires me to check out more bands that I either haven't listened to in a while, or haven't heard of before. Thank you for being as smart, funny, talented, and just downright amazing as you are. Rock on!

Poko: You are such a silly little guy and I love it. I love when you do your late-night marathons, especially the Minecraft ones, since they would keep me company as I was working on my own Minecraft projects. You were actually the one who gave me the idea of working night-shift jobs, since I realized that I'm an overnight kind of person. I always love tuning into your streams and hearing you talk, and you're also really good with talking to other people-- you fit right into every collab you're a part of. You even got to go to Japan for an off-collab which is amazing to think about! I hope you know how awesome you are, and I look forward to seeing what you get up to in the future.

Kai: I've never seen a community quite like yours. Despite how much we like to tease you, you inspire us to do so many things to show how much you mean to us. Your content is so inspiring, and you always try and include the Kamisitos in the creative streams you do. You always encourage us to do so many creative things, and I've seen so many Kai-inspired works that are unlike anything else I've seen a VTuber's community create. I've written my first fanfiction-- and my first completed short story since high school-- because of you. I even sort of owe the creation of "Golden Age vGH" to you, because I never would have finished it and released it as a present for Rin's birthday if I hadn't made a short birthday song and video for you first. I love the energy you have, your ability to banter with the Kamisitos, and all the goofy stuff you do. I mentioned before that I don't normally watch karaoke streams, but the way you inject Kai energy into yours is so captivating, and the way you sing "Creep" is just... well... godly. Your community is where I feel the most comfortable blurting out some of my dumbest quips whenever something silly happens. And you are probably the hardest worker of your gen. You work so hard on stuff, like your diss track, the Trolls model, and of course, Idol Alert, which always brightens my week. I have so much more to say, but I'll leave it at this: You are the best Kami Broshi I could ever ask for.

Momo: While it is a shame that things have been so busy for you since even before the half-year anniversary, I'm always glad to join into your streams, and I know you've been working hard on things. I think it's really cool that you're studying biology, and you seem really knowledgeable about it. I was always glad to join your short late-night streams before I went to sleep, and you really gel well with all of the other members. I hope to see more from you soon, especially as the school season is winding down. Keep working hard on both Idol- and non-Idol-related things!

Coni: You are the most genuine of the group to me, and I really love just talking about stuff with you and the Carnies. You stream so frequently, and you usually start your streams 5 to 10 minutes early, which I love. You are really curious about many things, and you find some really interesting stuff to share with us. I love how you can have a grounded, down-to-earth conversation and then immediately start talking about something batshit insane. One thing about you that sticks out to me is your taste in music. Music, especially sharing music with others, is really important to me, and honestly, you seem like the kind of person that I could show songs of the deepest, most esoteric songs I know, and you'd enjoy them. You're so energetic, yet so chill at the same time. Your sense of humor is so sincere, yet so surreal. You are really one-of-a-kind, and I'm glad we Carnies could get to know you throughout this past year. I look forward to the future!

I had a lot more to say this time around wow. Being there for the debuts was amazing, as was watching everyone's first few streams in my hotel room while on vacation. Happy one year to ENDLESS! I hope this coming year is even better!

Before I close out this letter, I also want to write something for Yuko and Pochi.

Pochi: While it's sad it had to happen in the first place, I'm glad she and the company were able to resolve the misunderstanding somewhat amicably. It feels weird to wish her well on her future endeavors since I'm still watching her, but I will anyway, especially because of the big things happening in the future. Thank you Pochi, for introducing me and all the other fans to you.

Yuko: This one still hits me really hard. At first, I was really glad to see her streaming again, but then when I realized, it was really difficult for me. I wanted to be there during those last 5 days, but I just couldn't bring myself to watch. I have a feeling it was a near-impossible decision for her to make, and it's sad to see her go. I won't dwell on the reason too much, but I just wanted to say how excited I was to see all the things she'd get up to after the change of content. One thing that I didn't mention in "A Letter to E-Sekai" is how Yuko was the one who reintroduced me to Sayu. I of course had known about her since the beginning of the year, but if she hadn't collabed with Yuko on one of the first few days of her subathon, I never would have returned to one of the nicest communities of the VTubing sphere. So I really want to thank Yuko for honestly changing my life once again. I hope to cross paths with you again, Yuko.

Since I don't have any other social media accounts, I don't expect any of them to see this post, but still, everyone at Idol means so much to me, and I'm glad to have been with them since the very first Spongtember.

#idol corp #idol en #idol endless #roca rourin #poko rakun #kai saikota #momo otako #coni confetti #pochi wanmaru #yuko yurei

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eswel · 1 year ago

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Well, folks. It's been a week since the last post. I was waiting until Crunchyroll retired the advertisement to publish the third part, but it's past the end of september and they haven't took it down yet, so I think I'm just gonna release it now. The phenomenon has calmed down and nothing notorious has happened since october started and I doubt anything else happens until they decide to retire it, which will probably be a tragic day. It was a wild couple of weeks, I hope you had fun reading about this whole rollercoaster. Without further ado, I bring you the last part of the Gojo memorial saga. More under the cut.

Tuesday (continuation)

The whole affair permeated into society. The ladies from the morning show had talked about how parents should get involved with the interests of their children. Passerbys who don't know of the anime (such as older generations) got curious and approached to ask what was all the fuss about. Even a group of little kids were seen in a school trip and visiting the memorial.

Wednesday (september 27)

People also left balloons, teddy bears and a glue bar in the same vein as the tape and band-aids.

(Source)

Metro took advantage of the situation and published a message in Twitter saying that Gojo advises people to follow the security rules of the public transport. This is not unusual. Brands and community managers regularly make anime references, because like half of the chilean population loves anime (including CMs).

People answered the tweet asking for a special Metro card themed after Jujutsu Kaisen. The CM also wrote things like "in our hearts he's still around" and "we refuse to believe he's dead" in the replies. Now they actively encouraged fans to leave their messages in the mural.

Thursday (september 28)

Other messages that fans have written over the days:

"Gege pay my therapy"

"1% chances, 99% faith"

"Alexa play [name of a sad song]"

"You couldn't win against the power of the script"

"Bring the glue"

"Not even Judas dared this much"

"I don't know who you are, but my daughter loves you"

"My mom gave me life, but Gojo the will to live"

"F in the chat"

People from other chilean cities and from all over Latin America sent their messages, including Argentina, México, Brazil, Perú, Paraguay, Colombia, Ecuador, Bolivia, Guatemala, El Salvador, also Spain and even some far away places like a southeast asian country (I think?). Incredible. I'm not part of the JJK fandom, but that's why I can tell you I'm impressed. You guys did this together.

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In addition to the sticky notes and fanart, people also left memes. A few of them:

Woman Yelling at Cat, but the cat is Gege Akutami

Object or Cake, but with Gojo

Homer Simpson: "If he's so smart, how come he's dead?"

Friday (september 29)

As mentioned before we have a couple of TV channels dedicated to anime. One of those channels, ETC, was the first media outlet that published the news last week and now they visited the memorial (it starts at 10:30). They read some messages and praised the creativity and organizational skills of fans. They also discussed how this went beyond the local anime community, reaching families, the rest of society and international fans.

They interviewed the staff of Metro and some fans. The lady from Metro did this whole corporate talk about how important is for the company to engage with the citizens, because they are a public service. Metro also published an article on their website, saying they were surprised with the whole affair.

Saturday (september 30)

By this point the advertisement has gotten completely covered. I've had noticed that people were avoiding to cover his face, but since the wall had become crowded and there wasn't more space, in the end they left messages on top of the face too. The thing even goes around the wall.

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As a final note, another cultural fun fact. In chilean culture, animitas (from the word anima, which means soul) are set up to honour the deceased and it's believed their spirits roam around the place, so people go and ask favours. In the yellow sticky note someone is asking Gojo to bless this person and help them to find a job. Here's a thread explaining more about it.

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The Gojo memorial: the whole story

You may already seen that here in Chile people created a shrine in the subway in order to honour Satoru Gojo. I'll try to recreate the entire chain of events as far as I could gather in social media for everyone's convenience, so you can read about the whole thing in just one post. Buckle up, because we're in for a ride, this story is really good. More under the cut.

Thursday (september 21)

There was an advertisement by Crunchyroll promoting the series at some subway stations. A few people decided to bring some flowers and messages as offering to the character.

(Source: https://twitter.com/destinysuede12/status/1704909879717118314)

The thing started to quickly escalate and soon more people started to leave messages, flowers and candles.

I remember seeing a picture of someone from the staff of Metro cleaning the offerings with a broom. I tried to search for it now, but I can't find it anymore. It got buried by the flood of tweets.

*Edit* I found the picture. Someone shared it again.

Friday (september 22)

The next day the memorial became huge. You may think that people were being serious about the whole thing of setting a memorial , but most messages and drawings were humourous. A few of them:

"Steal the sky"

"Paradise won an angel"

"The sky is bluer because of your eyes"

"Fly high"

"The moon will be more beautiful with you up there"

"You'll be the brightest star"

"You broke my heart in two"

"Exorcise the sky"

"You gave everything, my king"

"Gojo lives"

There was even drawings making fun of what happened to him. People patched him up with band-aids and tape. Well, that's our kind of humour, we chileans can have a dark sense of humour.

(Source: https://twitter.com/thdiors/status/1705411138073010470)

Even some people in cosplay showed up.

In the late hours of the day, the security guards started to dismantle the shrine, just like the previous day. Then they were assigned to custody the advertisement.

(Source: https://twitter.com/edowoo/status/1705325172817809533)

(Source: https://twitter.com/pucha_tam/status/1705355763604992086)

Saturday (september 23)

The next morning Metro changed their minds and allowed the messages and drawings, but they said that candles were forbidden, because they're dangerous. Understandable.

The event had started to make it to the online versions of the news media, but also in the print version for it appeared on the front page of one of the major newspapers. They dedicated 3 pages surrounding the whole thing. One for the memorial itself, one for the cultural importance of the religious practice known as "animitas" and one for the social impact of anime.

(Source: https://twitter.com/edowoo/status/1705585808697442482)

The shrine continued to grow and people started to leave other offerings like sunglasses and even gummies and chocolates. You see, in our culture when people set up animitas usually they leave things that the person liked. I've never seen this anime and I don't know the character. Does he likes candy? You guys tell me.

(Source: https://twitter.com/Migueo_0/status/1705691688277057565)

Sunday (september 24)

By the time I'm writing this post is sunday. I heard the rumour that Crunchyroll called Metro to retire the advertisement, but I cannot confirm if this is true or not. Also, I have the feeling that the whole situation can even appear on TV, considering that we have 2 TV channels dedicated solely to anime, but that would be on monday. We'll see. If I see any new development in the saga of the Gojo memorial I'll update this post.

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omgkatsudonplease · 7 years ago

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Lily I will sell my soul for some more Ice Prince AU based on the new art 🙏

i will gladly collect your soul and @nicaforov‘s tears for a preview of what i’m up to in the ice prince keyfic :3c

The mantle drapes heavily around his shoulders, hugging him like the entire weight of the world. Viktor dimly feels the hands of the attendants slip away as he opens his eyes and looks at himself in the mirror.

It has been such a long time since he last recognised himself, so it’s not that surprising to find that he doesn’t. The silver creature that stares out at him through the mirror, resplendent in icy mink and ermine, clad in the delicate blue-and-white of his wedding livery, looks like some fey trapped within the silver patina of the mirror. Not Viktor, humble Ice Mage of the Northern Province, beloved and betrothed of the Prince.

The door to the room opens, and there’s a flurry of movement from the servants that announces Yuuri’s entrance even before his face shows up like a ghost across Viktor’s shoulder in the mirror in front of him. “We have five minutes left,” Yuuri says quietly, his brown eyes wide and his cheeks flushed pink. Viktor smiles.

“Isn’t it bad luck for the bridegroom to see the bride on the wedding day?”

The Prince crooks an eyebrow. “Neither of us are brides,” he points out.

“I feel like I’ve got a train,” replies Viktor, moving his body. The furs flutter around him. “A heavy one.”

A shadow passes over Yuuri’s expression for a second. “That’s good,” he says, stepping over to the mirror. “Anything else?”

Viktor looks down at the top of his boots, smooths out the impeccably tailored waistcoat. Every piece of cloth clings to him like a second skin. “I’m happy,” he says after a moment. “I’m here, aren’t I? Here with you. My Prince, my love, my life -- soon to be my husband.”

Yuuri exhales. The smallest of smiles tugs at his lips. He reaches up, briefly, strokes his fingers along the line of Viktor’s jaw. Viktor’s breath freezes in the space between them; he tries to read Yuuri’s eyes but they are as dark and unfathomable as the spaces between the stars at night.

Something chips inside him a little, warms a little more. Yuuri takes his hand, presses a kiss to the signet ring that Viktor had kept all this while.

“I’m glad I’m the one you chose,” he says quietly. “I’m glad your eternity has me in it.”

#yoi #viktuuri #victuuri #ice prince au #lily's dabbles #this is super short because i don't wanna be super spoilery lol #hope you guys like it i haven't creatively wrote for a week #kazliin #ask

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yangrdn · 3 years ago

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hidden letters | y.j

pairing ও jungwon x fem!reader

a/n ও this felt so awkward to write, just because i haven't written for so long. but on a good note- first enhypen work! i hope you guys like it <3 (i'm also working on a ni-ki smau coming out this wednesday or tuesday, so check it out :))

summary ও who would've thought that a piece of paper could betray you like this- or was it something good?

w/c ও 5.9k

warnings ও a couple cuss words

masterlist

You’re known for being a creative girl. Everybody knows you love to write stories, poems and letters. even more reading them. your room is filled with different books of any kind. books you got gifted, ones you bought, books you found in a library and got told you could take them with you for free. Everything you associate with reading and writing is self care, peace, silence and comfort. You can write sad, happy, scary stories and only get a good thing out of them- whatever ending you desire. It’s a story in your hands that you can finish however and whenever you want it to finish. Writing is an escape from the real world, too.

When writing, it feels like the world has stopped and nobody else is listening to or looking at you anymore. The things you write are secrets you can share with no one but your pencil and a piece of paper. It’s a secret nobody can hold against you or let you feel bad for. it’s a secret you’ll never have to worry about seeing the light of the day when you don’t want it to. The secrets are fears and worries you can let out without having to worry or hesitate before writing down. a piece of paper could never betray someone.

One of your love languages is writing letters to the people you adore and appreciate. It’s easier to write down the stuff you want them to know without oversharing. You don’t have to worry about stuttering or saying something you would want to erase the second it left your lips. It’s always been easier to portray feelings through paper and it made you happier, too. Experimenting with words and synonyms, getting creative in using metaphors helped you for school- it could only be seen as a win!

You'd only ever tell close people how happy you felt with writing and reading, since it could be used against you. Sharing something so beautiful and personal is not for everyone to know, and you're happy you got friends that support your love towards it.

And Jungwon, your best friend, knows about it too. Jungwon knows about the comfort you seek in the letters written across an old page in a 100 year old book. He knows that you spent your day writing stories, escaping into a world only you can understand and would love to explain. Experimenting with concepts, your ideas and getting inspired by everything you see. He knows that when you two walk to school together in the morning or are on your way to the cafe that opened three months ago, your head is drowning in clouds of new ideas you’d write down right after arriving home. He also knows that with the way you’re walking towards him in the school’s hallway, letter in your hand, you spent your night writing a letter to motivate him for the upcoming week. He knows you probably sat at your desk for hours and wrote down all the happy memories you’ve made with each other and he also knows that you’ve spent minutes searching through different shades of blue to find his favorite and write his name down in the same color. She also might have gone through her whole closet to find a white envelope and stick some stickers on it, he thinks after you hold up the envelope in front of his face, a big grin on yours.

Your eyes shine as you see the smile on his face grow, his dimples showing.

You shake your head quickly and stretch out your hands to take his in yours. His hands feel cold in yours and you prevent yourself from asking him if he put on gloves on the way to school or left without them, again. He probably left them at home and would tell you Jay took them because he lost them.

“What 's this?” He takes the letter from you and eyes it slowly, turning it around and looking back at you. His fingers start ripping it open slowly, and your eyes widen.

What you don’t notice is how his smile falters and his eyes widen at the feeling of your warm hands on his cold ones, making his heartbeat speed up as you stare into his eyes with your wide ones.

“Don’t open it now! It has that one embarrassing pic of us and I don’t want anyone to see,” you explain in a rushed whisper, letting go of his hands.

“I thought you’d never let anyone see it.” He nudges your shoulder, a smirk now on his face. You roll your eyes and start walking besides him to your next class.

“Yes, but you’re an exception,” you whisper at him as Sunoo makes his way to you two. Once again, you don’t notice the blush coating his cheeks and the raised eyebrow Sunoo shoots at him after giving you a side hug, Jungwon a high five. You can feel your own face heat up, though, and decide to cover it up with a cough.

Why is it suddenly so weird between you two? Or more like, the things you say and do. It never was like this. You two got to know each other when you were still younger kids, 13 years old. Your mutual friend, Sunoo, introduced you to each other one day. You and Sunoo are neighbors and spend most of your time at each other’s house. One day, when you decided to visit him spontaneously after his mom approved of it, you walked into his room and instead of finding him sitting at his desk painting, like he’d usually do, you found him sitting on his floor building a lego set with Jungwon laying on his stomach next to him, an instructions book set in front of the two young boys. You frowned and asked who he was, which is how Sunoo introduced you. You remember having spent the rest of the day there with him and your new friend. And years later you three are still unbreakable best friends.

Jungwon and you used to joke around like this with each other, always. Calling each other special or an exception. You were loud with each other, always laughing and talking letting everyone know you were telling jokes left and right. How is it any different from what you said now? When did you two start feeling this way?

There had to be something that shifted between the two of you. Of course, people grow up. You’re still kids, but not the same you used to be. Feelings are more relevant now. There are secrets you keep from each other now. There’s stuff you’d rather share with others or even no one. But why is it that everytime your fingers brush against each other, it’s not normal anymore. It doesn’t feel like it used to. It feels like so much more, making you stay up at night and read into it. Did his fingers brush yours because he wanted them to touch? Has Jungwon always had an arm around you when walking home, or did he just start doing it? All these questions were being asked every night before falling asleep.

The feeling is so weird. Like a firework exploding everytime he gazed into your eyes with his, it made you feel so safe. He felt like home, like someone you could trust with your whole life. He’s the type of friend you’d go to whatever it is, whatever you want to ask. But who should you go to and talk about your feelings, when it’s Jungwon you’re feeling this way about? He’s the one that makes your face heat up when he jokes about something you’re afraid of, or holding your hands when he notices yours being cold. It doesn’t really help since his is cold, too, but it definitely makes you feel loved and safe. And he knows that, which is why he continues doing that.

And maybe, he felt this way too. When your hair brushes against his nose when you’re hugging, he can smell your shampoo and it makes his face go red because he realizes how close you are. He notices all the small things about you. He’s observant, that you already know, but never would you have guessed how observant he actually is. He noticed the way your face scrunches up when you’re focusing in class. Or the angry face you make when you’re searching for your pencil case at school, knowing Ni-ki hid it somewhere in the library and is trying not to laugh. He knows that you play with your fingers when you’re nervous, or bite your lip to try to calm yourself down.

Are those platonic feelings, he asks himself. Do the others feel about you the same way? The thought makes him kinda angry, and that’s how he knows it’s probably not platonic anymore. The idea of someone else feeling and thinking about you this way makes him feel uneasy and weird. Why would Jungwon, your best friend, be angry and pissed at his best friends feeling the same way he feels about you, though. Simple, it’s more than just being friends. And he hopes, deep down, that you may feel the same way.

After your last lesson, you decide to walk home with Yuna. Sunoo and Jungwon had to stay in school longer, talking about “working on a project” when you know they’d probably just end up joking around and not getting anything done.

“So, what did you give Jungwon this morning?” Yuna asks. Your head snaps to her, staring at her through wide eyes.

“What? I didn’t give him anything,” you mumble and try to prevent your face from growing a smile at the mention of your best friend.

“Oh, come on! Everyone knows you love writing. It’s not that hard to realize you give him letters. Besides, I literally saw you two last week and today in front of his locker again!” she notes. You roll your eyes and shrug.

“What? Am I not allowed to send him letters?” Your friend gives you a look and scoffs.

“Yeah, but you look like a girlfriend and boyfriend exchanging smiles and hugs every morning.” Your eyes widen and you try to hide your lips twitching into a smile by chewing on them and turning your face away from her.

“But we’re not,” you whisper.

“Everyone can see the heart eyes you make at each other. You should see his face when you wave at him after he stared at your face in class! He always looks like a tomato,” she complains. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach when she talks.

Does he really blush when you look at him, and does he really see you as more than a friend? It’s clear, you and Jungwon have always been closer than others would like. You’re used to some of your friends teasing you, even teachers pulling the old “stop flirting,” card when they warn you in class for the third time. It’s normal for you two to be attached to the hip, always holding each other or thinking about one another. But did it really look like a couple? Maybe, every time you look at him and his friends talking and he tells them to shut up when you’re walking closer it could be because they were teasing him, just like your friends do when they see him walking to you.

"What? You're being delusional," you roll your eyes at her and scoff. She's lying. There's no way Jungwon could feel the same way about you. In the end, you two were best friends.

"Trust me if I was, I'd tell you he does not feel the same way. Now take that however you want, but when you announce you two dating I'm not gonna hesitate saying I told you so," she gives you a look with raised eyebrows.

You go straight to your room after arriving home and sit down on your desk after disregarding all your stuff. There’s a white envelope with Jungwon’s name on it sitting on one of your textbooks, and you can feel your heartbeat pick up and your eyes widen as you take a better look at it.

Isn’t this the letter you wrote for him yesterday? No, it can’t be. You usually put the letters you aren’t planning on giving anyone into a box, so this one probably got left out and you forgot to put it into the box.

Who said you couldn’t open it and read it, though? So you do just that and quickly open the envelope while silently whispering how it should not be the letter you were supposed to give Jungwon today, and actually the one you’re supposed to hide from any daylight and person that could get their fingers on it.

You open the letter and start reading through it, starting from the top. And that’s when you feel your heart drop to your stomach, eyes widen and slamming the letter in your hand on your desk. It takes a couple seconds for you to find yourself again after staring out the window with a horrific look and realize what happened- you gave Jungwon the wrong letter. So now your best friend, who you’ve had a crush (it’s more than that, but you tell yourself it’s only that in hopes it’ll go away) on since years, is walking home not expecting anything from the letter in his backpack besides you asking how he is doing today and wishing him a great and amazing week.

Turning around slowly and walking to your bed, you throw yourself facedown on it and let out a loud whine. He’s going to go home, open his backpack, then the letter. He’ll read through it and then take his phone to call or message you and tell you how he doesn’t feel the same. And that’s only if he’s nice. He’d probably tell the others and secretly laugh at how you thought you’d have a chance with him anyway-

Your phone buzzes and you turn your head to look at your desk, still laying down on your bed, to see it light up twice. You received a message. Maybe if you close your eyes and try to ignore it, the message will disappear.

The phone keeps buzzing and lighting up with messages. It takes a couple of seconds to sit up and walk to your phone and unlock it. And you were right- it’s Jungwon who messaged you. You could open the chat, read his messages and talk about it. Or, an option you liked a lot, you could ignore his texts and act as if nothing happened. Walk into school tomorrow, greet him like you always do and try to change the subject everytime he brings up the letter.

Your eyes widen again when you see your phone vibrating in your hand, your best friend’s face showing up on the screen. Now he is calling?

“No, nope and no! Call as many times as you want, I will not respond,” you whisper and turn your phone off completely.

It’s only four, so you still have time to study and do some homework. And that’s exactly what you do, trying to distract yourself from the fact that you might have just destroyed a years-long friendship just by writing a letter.

The next day, you walk into school not looking up from the floor once. If you ignore the students around you and the weird looks you get as you pass by some of your classmates without saying hello, this all might stop.

You walk to your locker and try to take out your book as fast as possible, knowing Jungwon might show up any second if he really wants to talk to you. He ended up calling five times yesterday and leaving a lot of messages and you know him as someone who doesn’t give up quickly. It doesn’t help that his locker is three lockers away from yours, right after Yuna’s and Sunoo’s.

Your calm state gets interrupted when you feel a tall presence behind your locker. You try to ignore it, you really do. You try to distract yourself with the textbooks in your locker and act as if you were searching through them (you already had your history textbook in your arms, which was the one you’d need for your first class), trying to look through the papers and act as if you had to read through them. But the person won’t leave you alone and you only think about closing your locker slowly to look at them when you hear them cough uncomfortably- instant regret. There he’s standing, Jungwon, your best friend, lips pulled into a tight line and your letter being held up in his left hand.

You try to search for any sign of disgust or embarrassment in his eyes, but fail. How could you search through his emotions when you couldn’t even look straight into his eyes?

“Uhm, I think you might have given me the wrong letter. I don’t know,” he starts. He’s scratching the back of his neck with his right arm and that’s when you know you fucked up.

“Mh? Wrong letter?” Maybe playing dumb will help. Or you could avoid him. Right as he opens his mouth to say something else, you see Sunoo and Yuna walk to you from behind him. Jungwon frowns at you when he sees you staring behind him and turns his head to look at your two friends waving at you with big smiles on their faces.

He realizes he shouldn’t have turned around to check, because he notices you’re gone the second his eyes are back on the spot you were just standing on. He groans and throws his head back.

“Did Y/N just run away from you without saying goodbye?” the girl alongside Sunoo asks, her finger pointing into the direction you just ran away in. Jungwon nods slowly, chewing on his lip.

“What happened? She looked pretty nervous,” Sunoo notes. Jungwon’s eyes widen as his stare focuses back on the letter in his hand. They don’t know.

“Well, uhm, look for yourself.” He gives his friends the letter and asks them to read through it, while waiting for their reaction. He can see how their confused looks turn into shocked ones the more they near the end of the letter.

“Holy shit. I knew she was gonna be the first one to confess, but I didn’t think she’d do it so soon. And in such a romantic way, too!” Sunoo exclaims, holding up the letter with a big smile.

“What are you going to do next? Are you going to confess, too?” Yuna asks with a hopeful smile.

“Now wait. Who said I was going to confess? And I’m sure she didn’t mean to give me this letter. She seemed really nervous and embarrassed when she saw it in my hand and also asked why I called it a wrong letter,” Jungwon explains. He can see Sunoo’s smiley face fade and turn into a strict look when he talks about how it’s the wrong letter and that he doesn’t plan on confessing.

“Boy, you’ve been crushing on her since we were 14. If you don’t confess, I’ll tell Beomgyu that he should ask her out.” At that, Jungwon’s face converts from unbothered to offended.

“What? Don’t tell him that or else I’ll,” he stops talking to think about his next words- he doesn’t have any. Sunoo is right. Jungwon has been crushing on you for too long to not do anything against it. And what other amazing opportunity than having you confess first? Even if it was an accident and you didn’t mean to give him that letter, it still confirms that you feel the same way about him. It hurts and panics him to think about what you must feel right now. Is it shame, embarrassment? Are you trying to find another person you can befriend so you’re not alone anymore when you try to avoid him?

“Well, then you know what to do,” Sunoo tells him with a raised brow and continues walking to class with Yuna, leaving his friend behind.

You try avoiding Jungwon for the rest of the school day. It was already embarrassing enough that he read your letter, seeing him face to face wouldn’t be any better.

But it seems like he did the exact opposite. While you tried avoiding him, he tried his best to find you. Which is why you find him waiting in front of your doorstep with Sunoo.

“Uhm, what are you guys doing here?” You clear your throat and take out your keys, trying to open your house door as fast as possible with shaking hands. Jungwon doesn’t miss how you’re trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible and focus your gaze on your hands.

“I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to study together for the math quiz next week. Right, Jungwon?” Sunoo nudges him with his elbow. The boy shakes his head and his eyes widen.

“Uh, yeah that,” he coughs. You press your lips into a thin line and nod slowly, opening your door.

“That 's great. But I don’t think I’ll have time for that today and-” Sunoo frowns and steps forward, holding his arm out between you and your door, blocking the way.

“No, no. Who said you could leave? We always study together and you already said you were free this week yesterday, remember?” He raises an eyebrow at you, nodding towards his friend awkwardly standing behind him.

“Shit…,” you curse under your breath. So Sunoo also found out about the letter, you note.

“Now, Jungwon and I are going to walk up to mine. I hope you won’t be late or I’ll come back down and carry you up,” he says before turning around and taking Jungwon with him. You wait until both boys are out of ear shot and throw your head back, groaning.

Not only would you have to face Jungwon, but also Sunoo after he found out. It doesn’t calm your nerves knowing Sunoo has always been annoying you about how you and Jungwon are “just right for eachother,” as he’d say. This means he won’t stop trying to play cupid until you and Jungwon make up.

But does he even need to play, if Jungwon already found out about your feelings you wrote him in a letter and read it?

You walk into your room and change your backpack to a smaller one, only taking your math book with you.

The door to Sunoo’s opens immediately after you ring his bell once, being greeted with a smiling Jungwon. Your eyes widen and you try to look behind him, searching for the blond boy whose idea it was to meet in his home. Jungwon’s smiley face drops as he realizes who’s standing in front of him. His hand goes up to scratch at his neck, also avoiding your gaze.

Are we just going to continue looking at the floor, or.. ,he thinks. It’s awkward, really awkward.

He makes space for you to step in and closes the door after you come in, walking behind you slowly.

“Where is Sunoo?” you ask and drop your backpack next to the green sofa in the middle of the room. The TV is on, they must’ve been waiting for you to come up before starting to study.

“Uh, he said he needed to go to the bathroom.” Jungwon responds. You nod slowly and sit down on the sofa.

This isn’t like always. The atmosphere between you two is tense, and it’s obvious. It’s obvious by the distance kept between you two, with you sitting down and Jungwon still standing in the middle of the room. Your body’s stiff and you don’t exactly know what to do with your hands, fiddling with your fingers on your lap. Jungwon notices the interest you picked on your hands and lets out a sigh.

So I’m not the only uncomfortable person here.

He starts walking towards Sunoo’s room and disappears. For a minute, you think you’re safe until Sunoo is back and let out a relieved breath, closing your eyes and leaning back on the sofa. But only for a minute, because the silence gets disturbed by wrinkling paper you hear behind you.

Your eyes snap open and you turn around quickly, catching Jungwon’s unsure eyes. He’s holding a paper, your letter, to be specific. He takes slow steps towards you and sits down next to you, leaving a distance. You can feel your cheeks heat up and your face warm, also noticing the rosy color spreading on the boy’s cheeks.

“Uhm, I think we need to talk about this,” he clears his throat and holds up your letter, staring at it. There’s a silence between you two, Tom and Jerry being the only thing heard from the TV.

“I’m sure you didn’t mean to give me this, because you looked happy before finding out what letter you gave me. And I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to know what you wrote here,” he explains. You gulp. You scold yourself mentally. What the fuck had you written in the letter again?

“So I just wanted to ask if you-”

“No,” you cut him off quickly. He raises his eyebrows in surprise, frowns on his lips.

“No?” You nod slowly, suddenly feeling unsure of your response. You should’ve let him talk.

“I- I was going to ask if you meant what you said in that letter.” His voice gets quieter and you feel a pang of guilt in you. He’s clearly hurt and embarrassed, and it doesn’t help that you don’t know whether it’s because he wants you to feel something for him, or because he thinks you hate him and could never see him as someone who deserves love. You hope it’s the first one.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve let you talk first,” you say. You dare looking up at him and make eye contact for the first time since entering your mutual friend’s house. For a second, everything feels like usual.

You’re back to being friends only, the letters hidden in your favorite box not seeing the daylight. His eyes take you back to summer, when you two first met years ago. They take you back to yesterday morning, when you still thought it was a normal letter and Jungwon thought it was just one of your motivational speeches to get him through the week of school. They take you back to the time you saw his dimples for the first time after telling a stupid joke to impress him after Sunoo left the room.

“Yes. I just wanted to know if you actually mean it? Because, uhm,” he stops talking and frowns, playing with the letter in his hand. You purse your lips, lost in your own thoughts. He hands you the letter and you take it with a questioning look. He nods towards the paper.

“Read it. I think you might’ve forgotten about what it actually is,” he explains. You feel your face getting hot again, wanting to be swallowed by the ground alive.

Please don’t be something embarrassing.

You unfold the piece of paper in your hand and start reading through it after sending the boy next to you one last unsure look.

Jungwon,

I’ll actually never give you this letter. I have this hidden box in my room where I put all the pieces of paper I’ve written on and don’t want anyone to know about. Like what I’m about to write next.

I’ve had a crush on you for a long, long time now. And to be honest I don’t think I can call it a crush only. It’s more like a feeling, it’d be better to say that I’ve liked you for a very long time. I like everything about you, all the stuff you do. I like that I feel so safe and secure around you and that I can talk to you about everything. I get happy when you’re around and all I want is that you feel the same way about me, too. I want to be someone you feel safe around and I want you to be happy when you’re around me. I want to be the reason for the dimples appearing on your face when you smile and laugh, I want to be the reason why you giggle when you look down at your phone in the middle of class.

I hope that you can soon tell me whether you feel the same way about me, or not. Although I think, as I’ve already mentioned, these hidden letters will stay hidden forever, or at least for as long as possible. It’d be embarrassing to me if you’d ever touch one of these and see what I write, because I’m sure you’ll never see me as anything different than your best friend :(

But still, I keep hoping someday I’ll be the reason for your smiles and giggles. Still, I hope someday to be able to call you mine.

Your eyes widen and you’re sure, for someone looking at this from a third pov, it may look like they’re about to jump out of your eye sockets and roll on the floor. You fold the paper and put it back into the envelope he placed on the empty sofa space between you two.

Your Y/N <3

Where the fuck is Sunoo?, you think. Now would be a great moment for him to appear out of nowhere and calm the tension in the room. It’s like you could cut it with a knife.

“I- I forgot I wrote this,” you whisper and place the envelope on the empty space between you and Jungwon. He nods slowly, clearing his throat.

“Yeah, I had assumed that already. It’s, uhm, a really personal thing you wrote there. I doubt you’d want me to read it,” he mutters.

There’s another silence between you two and this time, it’s you who decided to break it.

“You know, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. As I said in the letter, I’m sure you don’t see me as more than a friend and I also understand if you feel uncomfortable and awkward from now on,” you go on explaining, your gaze focusing on your fingers instead of Jungwon. His eyes are fixed on you, a small smile on his lips and any sign of embarrassment gone after listening to your small rant. He could cut you off and tell you he likes you, or stay quiet and hear you talk.

He decides to stay quiet and hear you talk.

“I also know you’re probably disgusted or weirded out because I wrote so many letters that I hid from you and I promise you it’s nothing weird. We can either act as if nothing happened between us and continue being friends. But if it makes you feel better, we can also just ignore each other. It’s going to be hard, but I’ll move on at some point,” your voice gets softer at the end and quieter, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the boy with you in the room. His smile falls slowly, realizing what pain it’d actually cause you if he decides to ignore you or act as if nothing happened between you two.

“All of this is unnecessary, Y/N,” he starts. You raise your head slowly, frowning and sending him a perplexed look.

“I mean it’s unnecessary for you to feel this way and be scared I wouldn’t want to be friends with you anymore. I could never picture my life without you,” he explains. You suck in a breath, preparing yourself for the rejection that is about to come.

But it never happens. Instead, your eyes snap down to your hand as he takes it and links his fingers with yours.

“I’ve liked you for a really long time, too. I was just too scared and shy to admit it, even though I tried sending you signals.” He pauses, breathing in and looking down at your connected hands.

“You never did anything to show me you could've liked me in that way,” you note.

“I guess you could say that. I was hoping that asking you to write me more letters and asking if you wanted to hang out every day was enough to show you,” he laughs. You’re even more confused now.

“But that’s exactly what we’ve always been doing.”

“I know. That’s the only way I could show you how interested I am in you and I don’t really know that much about showing emotions when you,” he pauses and purses his lips, “like someone like this” He motions between the two of you with his free hand, making the corners of your lips turn up into a shy smile.

“Wait so what you’re trying to say is-” He cuts you off by pulling you closer to him by your hand.

“That I like you?” he asks, and you nod slowly, staring into his eyes.

“Well, yes. Unless you don’t feel the same. Then it’s more like a friendly way-” This time it’s him getting cut off by you pressing your lips against his. You can’t really explain the feelings and fireworks exploding within you, and neither can Jungwon. He’s shocked at first, gasping and his eyes widening, but instantly closing in relief when he realizes what just happened.

He squeezes your hand and you feel your face heating up again, sighing into the kiss. His touch is different now. It makes you regret everything that made this moment come so late. It makes you regret not having confessed to him sooner, makes you think about where you two could’ve been with your relationship now, if only you had shown your attraction to each other sooner. His hand in yours mixed with his lips moving along with yours makes you drown, his scent and fingertips on your cheeks being the only thing you register.

You’re glad he’s the first one to break the kiss and pull back, else you’d stay like this forever. You open your eyes slowly, finding him already gazing back at you. His eyes are soft, shiny. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hold down the smile creeping up your face.

“Uhm, I take that as something good?” he says, but it comes out sounding more like a question as he finishes the sentence with his voice going up.

“Yeah, I thought it was obvious after I just kissed you,” you giggle. He purses his lips.

“I’m just saying, what if I interpreted it wrong?” he defends himself, chuckling. You roll your eyes and look at him.

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you,” you say and glance down at your hands together.

“That’s good, because I really like you, too.” You frown after his confession, focusing your gaze on the bathroom door behind Jungwon.

“Wait, didn’t you say Sunoo was in the bathroom? Why’s he taking so long?” you voice your thoughts. His lips press into a thin line, avoiding your eyes. You tilt your head in question.

“Yeah, uh, I might’ve lied. He said he’d stay in his parents’ room until we confessed,” he confesses.

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This has been sitting in ky drafts for the longest time, and I just need to get it out. Just coming out and saying it, this will probably not be continued because this AU isn't mine and I'm a little behind on it, like I first made this when the AU first started, it's THAT old.

Either way, I hope you enjoy what there is here, this is just my guess at the events because THIS WAS MADE AT THE VERY BEGINNING, so enjoy!😅

This is inspired by the King Creativity AU by @kingcreativityau . Go check them out(if I got that wrong, I'm so sorry!!!!!) because they are really talented and it's their original idea

There will also be a surprise side coming in, and it's not orange😉

Slight angst warning here due to Character!Thomas being affected by King's influence and a swearing warning.

With that out of the way, let's go!!

The wind had never been so bitter.

Exhiled.

Janus bit his cheek as he sighed, watching Logan stare at the distant castle.

Muted.

The child in his arms burbled.

Made into a baby.

"Patton, can you say 'Janus?'"

The baby tilted his head.

"Janus," Deceit repeated as he patted his chest.

"Gab-us," Patton blurted.

"Close enough," he groaned as he stood and joined Logan's side. "Anything?"

The logical side huffed through his nose as he drew a pen and brought it to a notepad, the only way Janus can understand him, for the most.

It's been almost two weeks, and already the King's wreaking havoc. No doubt he'll probably change his mind and send his guards to look for us. The longer we wait, the more likely he is to come looking. Children grow, I can still write, and you're probably the highest on His Majesty's hit list. And then there's the fact that Virgil is trapped as his prisoner. I can only imagine what will happen in the coming month.

"And... what about...?"

Logan's eyes widened, the thought never having occurred to him since the re-fusion. He scribbled across the paper, Janus following along as he wrote.

Should the King's power grow more, which it most likely is, I imagine one of two possibilities: either Thomas will begin to dissociate from reality and fail to see which is real and which is just his imagination and go insane, or, with none of us to guide him, he'll begin to lose motivation and-

Both sides jumped as Patton screamed aloud.

"Jeez, talk about a once in a lifetime thing."

Janus glared as he held Patton closer, Logan bristling slightly ass the side strolled closer.

"Deceit's telling the truth, Logic's finally learned to shut up, and Morality's the little baby he always was. Who knew this would happen?"

The male was modernly dressed, fit for leisure and comfort, the dark leather jacket open to show a blank shirt, his jeans bagging slightly at his ankles, his shoes dirty and muddy from what seemed to be a long walk, a satchel slung over one shoulder, and a coffe cup in his hand.

"Remy," Janus groaned.

Logan tipped his head toward the sky.

"Nice to see you guys, too. Been a while."

"And for long enough," Janus barked. "Where have you been?"

Remy shrugged as he swirled the cup in his hand. "Dunno. Got thrown out when the wedding up and reared its ugly head, then you showed up and yelled at Roman, which was a great show to watch, and now I'm back. What? You're glad to see me?"

Janus's snake eye twitched.

Remy grinned with satisfaction. "So care to tell me what in the world happened? Haven't seen Roman in forever and Remus grew a beard."

Logan jotted on his notepad and shoved it in the side's face, Remy's eyes following the words from behind his aviators.

That is not Remus! Roman fused with his brother again and now the King is back!

Remy's eyebrows rose as he removed his shades. "King? As in, King Creativity? The guy Patton pacified?" He looked at the ground as he bit his lip. "Shit."

"Bad!" Yelled Patton.

"Yeah, I know! The bastard's bad news!"

The youngest side pouted. "BAD!"

"Why's Baby Dad yelling at me?"

Janus rocked Patton in his arms. "He doesn't like it when people curse."

"Too bad." Remy tilted his head back as he drank what was presumably the last of his coffee, judging by how he removed the lid and shook the cup lip at the ground. "Damn it."

"BAD!"

"Great, gotta get more now. You wouldn't believe how much I need just to keep the bed potato in his room."

"In his bed?" Janus echoed.

Remy nodded. "Yeah. He doesn't do much. Just sits on his couch and then goes to bed. It's all he does now. If he isn't pretending to watch anything on Netflix, he's laying in bed with the covers over him."

The two sides exchanged a wide eyed glance.

"Logan..."

The logical side nodded, slowly at first but faster by the second.

"Remy, can you get us to Thomas?"

Remy blanched. "You want me to take you to see Thomas while you're in exhile? If this "King" person is in complete control, like hell you guys are getting to Thomas."

You see Thomas every day, Sleep! Logan's notepad read.

Remy hooted as he threw his head back. "Unlike you guys, the son of a bitch couldn't care less about me; he probably hasn't even seen me before!"

"We need to see Thomas," Janus pleaded as Patton shouted, "Bad!"

"If the King's power grows, the weaker Thomas is going to become!"

"Until what, he swoops in and saves the day and becomes Thomas's hero?"

"Think of it like this," Janus snarled, "if Thomas sees a world full of fantasy, adventure, and eternal happiness and then compares it to a world where he chose to go to a wedding instead of a callback, where he'd had his heart broken, where he feels like he has nothing to give to the world, what do you think will happen?"

Remy's grin dropped as Patton sniffled, and then wailed.

Logan shushed the youngest side as he rocked as bounced him in his arms.

"O-kay," Remy breathed, "so we get to Thomas."

"Will anyone be guarding?"

"Just one. The Creative Minister himself," Remy said as he folded forward in a mocking bow.

Patton cried once more.

"Virgil," Janus shuddered.

Thats right. Creative Minister. That meant Virgil would answer directly to the King himself, regardless of whether or not the former anxiety had an "idea."

"And he oversees everything?"

"Almost," Remy shrugged as he pocketed his hands. "Every day he has Virge give a report of anything he's come up with."

"That should give us enough time," Janus affirmed.

Both Logan and Remy cringed, the former hissing between his teeth.

"You cannot say it's a bad idea."

It may be our only idea, but should the event happen that we're caught, there is a chance we'll get a worse punishment than exhile, Logan's notepad read.

"Yeah," Remy huffed. "Besides, Virgil's room is in one of the lower floors of the castle, how do we even get inside?"

Logan paced back and forth, brows knitted together. Patton leaned back as he giggled, making Logan hold him tighter. He froze mistep and wrote in his notepad, smirking pointedly as his eyes narrowed to Remy.

We don't need to get inside.

Janus's expression mirrored Logan's as he realized what he had written.

Remy's eyes darted between them.

"You can get places quickly," Janus mused. "And the King won't notice you doing so."

"There's no talking me out of this, is there?"

"Bomas!" Patton cheered. "Bomas!"

"Well," Janus reveled as he held the child once more, "I guess that answers that."

Remy sighed and then groaned. "Fine, but if we get arrested, it's on you two."

***

Virgil stared at his shoes as he paced around the room. Usually he wore black sneakers with purple lacing that were loose and comfortable, not dress shoes that bit his feet and made his toes blister.

The though alone caused his shoes to disappear and sun roasted sand to smother every inch of his feet, making him fall to the floor.

White walls, white floor, white ceiling, Virgil's mind raced. No heat, no cold, no wind, just right.

A banging on the window made him shoot to his feet.

His eyes widened as he saw a familiar, spectacled face smiling and waving at him.

"Logan," Virgil almost wept.

Behind the glass, which only left Logan visible from his shoulders upwards, the logical side held his hands against the glass desperately as his feet teetered on Janus's shoulders, who continued to wobble forward and backward and bumping into the wall, and Remy groaning and grunting, hissing curses through clenched as he held them both up.

Janus's shoes bit into his shoulders, probably leaving bruises beneath his clothes.

Patton crawled on the ground, sometimes pushing himself to his feet and plopping on his rump, giggling slightly.

"Out of all three of us, how come you two get to be higher up?"

"Keep watch of Patton," Janus hissed as his eyes darted left, right, up, and down, hoping, praying there wouldn't be a guard near by. If we're caught-

"Gabus!"

Janus looked down to see the youngest side smile and laugh up at him.

He couldn't help but smile back, allbeit more out of nerves, if anything. "Hi, Patton."

Back inside, Virgil turned behind him, checking the closed door before turning back to Logan. "What are you doing here?"

Logan's writing was chicken scratch at best, but it was still readable, considering his circumstances.

Thomas is in danger. We're trying to reach him before he shuts down completely. Is there way we can perhaps slip past His Majesty?

Virgil shrugged as he shook his head. His eyeshadow grew dark as an homage of the aforementioned royal appeared behind him, staring with wide, burning eyes as he clenched a fist.

Of course! Logan realized. That may be our way to Thomas!

The distress of the anxious side halted his thoughts for a second.

If all goes accordingly, the three sides- and Remy, Logan added begrudgingly- would have a chance to save Thomas, but what would it cost for Virgil? If they got caught, there was no telling what kind of punishments the King would have in store for them. Execution would be too merciful, even though he found being mute a bigger mercy than being an indentured or test for "ideas" or, even worse, the King's wrath iteslf, which may be what Virgil would most likely face if he helped them.

He bit his tongue as he held up a new message, eyes desperate.

I know you're scared, but it's the only way we can help him. There must be a way to slip passed him, any at all.

Virgil took a deep breath and nodded, eyes brimming with tears. "There is," he said behind the glass, "but you have to be fast and quiet."

Logan nodded and held up another slip of paper.

Great. Now how does the King show his ideas to Thomas?

Virgil checked the door once more and gestured for Logan to take notes.

Outside, Patton gave a slight pout as he eyed his flattened dirt mound as he stared at it boredly. The empty coffee cup caught his eye and he crawled over to it, picking it up with small hands.

Janus scanned the area and froze as an armored guard marched near by, just on the castle wall. "Logan..."

Logan held up a palm and then a finger. Wait, I need a minute.

"Hey!" Remy snapped. "Hands off, Morality!"

Patton gazed at him as he teethed on the lip of the cup.

The guard slowed before continuing.

"Logan!" Janus yelped.

Just a second! Logan gestured, his teeth gritted.

"Not. Yours. I put my mouth, lips, and spit on that!"

"Remy, shut it!"

The guard stopped in his steps.

"Logan!"

Give me a second!

Janus gulped as he watched, unable to take his eyes away.

This is it. We've been knocked off the board before the game even began. The guard leaned against the wall, holding a hand over his eyes. This is how our story ends, and the King couldn't have written it more perfectly.

The tale of a mute, a baby, and a snake, -featuring a coffee addicted punk- all beginning with a king's power, his dethroning at the hands of the sides he'd neglected to notice raising in strength, his split into two halves, one good and one evil, the good thriving in joy and fulfillment while the evil slipped into insanity, the arrival of the sides who'd caused the split, another arrival, but of dark side who joined their group, the acceptance of said side that led to the rest following him like the past haunting an incarcerated criminal, the event of a wedding being chosen over a callback, a once in a lifetime opportunity, and the eventual acceptance not of deceit, but of self care, all leading to His Majesty being reborn out of desperation, leading to a mute logic, an infant morality, and a lying snake, who would be captured, tried, and sentenced for disobeying a king's orders, however cruel they may have been.

He gasped loudly when Logan tapped on his bowler hat and pointed downwards.

"Easy," Remy grunted as Logan climbed off Janus's back.

The sleep side yelped at Logic's foot on his shoulder, the full weight almost breaking the appendage. His foot slid against the grass, sending all three the ground.

Patton dropped the cup and crawled to Logan and Janus, whimpering as he leaned above them.

"Gabus?"

Janus quickly picked up Patton and pulled Logan with him as he tan to a nearby tree, Remy following shortly.

The guard above looked over again before leaving briskly, probably going directly to the king himself, no doubt.

"Gabus," Patton peeped.

"We're fine, Patton. Don't worry." Janus turned to Logan. "What took you two?"

Logan grinned as he held up his notepad.

The picture was hastily drawn, at best, but it was still cohesive. There were four shapes, one for each of them, and they stood at a doodle of the castle before them and behind them towered the grand wall the guard had just walked by on. Trees littered the area between, arrows pointing to each one before rounding what was presumably a corner and leading to a hedge maze and the message, wait for Virgil.

"Right," Janus shivered. "Remember, we only have one chance to get this right."

"Great," Remy falsely cheered as they darted to a neighboring tree. "So either we succeed and save Thomas, or we fail and die. Genius."

Logan rolled his eyes as he followed Janus.

Let's just hope we're not caught.

***

The King was perched in his usual spot, at the center of the hedge maze. Before him was a swirl of colors and shapes that formed what must have been a portal, one that led out of the imagination.

And we only have one chance at this.

Virgil swallowed a lump in his throat as he shuffled toward the fused Creativity, eyes low and heart racing.

One chance to get this right. And that meant a whole lot of mistakes would get them killed.

"Uh, 'scuse me?"

The King's movements stopped as he tipped his head back. "What is it, little one?" He drawled.

If Virgil was any braver, he'd pull the King back by his black cape.

"Well, uh, there's something... I want to show you."

Creativity turned. The opposing red and green of his eyes always set him on edge, made him wonder which twin was in control, if it was Roman's spite or Remus's intrusion.

"Oh?" He asked, more of a challenge than a real offer. "Show me then."

Virgil's heart stopped.

This wasn't part of the plan. Logan needed a distraction, obviously, but he never specified what kind of distraction.

Think, a voice in his mind demanded. Think, think, think, THINK!

Just behind the growingly impatient King, he spotted Logan, Janus, and Remy all sneaking toward the portal, Patton in Janus's arms and smiling at him.

"Well?" The King dared. "What is it you have to show me?"

Virgil took a breath. Please let this work. "You know those angels that are accurate to the bible? The ones that are all weird and freaky looking?"

The King's near glare softened as he nodded, his red eye going green. "Yes. What about them?"

Virgil rubbed his hands together and slowly opened them, a ball of light grew in them until it was dulled by countless rings that had woven into each other, eyes decorating them like diamonds on a ring. Eight or ten wings grew on either side of the concept Virgil brought to near- life, and the King's face brightened at it.

"Oh, my!" He praised. "Interesting."

Virgil smiled nervously as he glanced at his fellow sides, Logan giving him a thumbs up as Remy and Janus stepped before the portal.

The King reached to touch the mirage, as if the created likeness of holiness could be his.

As sharp crack resonated as Remy leapt through the portal, causing the King to whip his head toward the source of disruption.

Logan and Janus froze and Patton whimpered.

Creativity's face twisted with sadistic glee. "Ah. Logic and Deceit. How lovely of you to join us."

Logan bit his lip, but gasped as Patton was shoved into his arms.

"Go ahead without me, Logan," Janus barked as he stepped forward and spun his cane into his hand. "I'll buy you some time!"

Logan's brow furrowed as he shook his head.

"GO!"

"Yes, Logan," the King purred, his nails elongated and sharpened to fine points. "Go on ahead. Run away from another side that needs you."

Logan shrank back toward the portal.

As the King stepped forward, Virgil shouted as he leapt onto his back, webs lacing between his fingertips.

Janus's jaw dropped. "Virgil!"

"GET OUT OF HERE!" Anxiety demanded as he and the King fell back.

"You insolent little INSECT!" Creativity roared as he threw his elbow back into Virgil's rib.

"HURRY!" Virgil pleaded. "I'll be fine! JUST GO!"

Both sides backed toward the fading portal, giving Virgil one last glance before racing toward the flurry of colors.

The king broke free and tore forward. "NO!"

The protal cracked as the sides sprang through, closing behind them as it did.

Through the rush of adrenaline from attacking the fused Creativity, Virgil snickered before bracimg himself as the King's red and green eyes snapped back to him.

Please, help Thomas for me, he wished as the King snapped his fingers.

Black tendrils lashed out and seized Virgil's being before pulling him down, taking the air around him until he was swallowed in darkness.

He'd always hated the dark, but wondered if this was what the twins saw in their fused state.

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theresthesnitch · 3 years ago

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hiya love!! for the 40 questions - 19, 37 and 38 💖💖💖

Thanks, Clo!

Send me an ask from this list!

19. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

Um... no? I don't think so. I'm not sure what... wait, hold on.

“There is a muse, but he’s not going to come fluttering down into your writing room and scatter creative fairy-dust all over your typewriter or computer. He lives in the ground. He’s a basement kind of guy. You have to descend to his level, and once you get down there you have to furnish an apartment for him to live in. You have to do all the grunt labor, in other words, while the muse sits and smokes cigars and admires his bowling trophies and pretends to ignore you. Do you think it’s fair? I think it’s fair. He may not be much to look at, that muse-guy, and he may not be much of a conversationalist, but he’s got inspiration. It’s right that you should do all the work and burn all the mid-night oil, because the guy with the cigar and the little wings has got a bag of magic. There’s stuff in there that can change your life. Believe me, I know.”

That was not what I expected, lol. Yeah, definitely. I'm not sure who my muse is, but sometimes he is nice and sometimes he is distant. I definitely have to work for it.

38. (out of order, lol) Talk about a review that made your day.

Literally all of them. I don't even think I could pick one. Every time I get one, my heart leaps a little. My muse is a reader who comments on my fics. <3

37. Talk about your current wips.

Oh boy. I feel like this is just asking for it. Adding a break because, lol, why do I have so many WIPs.

The Last Diary of Lily Potter has an entry coming up this week that I have been dying to share. I scheduled it late in the month on purpose, but I wrote it so long ago. It's going to hurt. Like it's so angsty and wonderfully awful. Like I'm trying to finish my bittersweet prompt to post it at the same time as an emotional palate cleanser. I'm so exited. Is that evil? Maybe. Tell me after you read it.

Ignite is something I'm just having so much fun with. There are so many good scenes planned in future chapters that I can't wait to get to. I wish I could just like think it onto the page so I can share it already.

Save the Groom is such fun. It's easy and lovely to write when I sit down to it. I'm loving the reception to it too. It's hard when you have James with an OC, but Jily is still endgame.

My bittersweet fic (unnamed currently) is running slower than it needs to, but I'm excited for what it will be! It's fluffy and funny and it involves a characterization of James that I haven't done before, so I'm hoping that comes across well.

There's others, but eh. That's enough. lol

#ask game #40 questions #snitch answers asks

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Today is, officially, the last day of 2020 - so it's literally just in time that I'm getting to @aosrecweek's amazing challenge. But that does go to show the nature of this crazy year a little bit, right? Time has just been INSANE, and I honestly cannot believe it's so close to over.

That said, I want to put it out there that everyone - absolutely everyone - who created something in this mad year, is a SUPERHERO. Like. We could have hidden away in dark corners, curled into little balls, and lost touch with our creativity entirely - but instead, we made some of the most fantastic content I have ever seen. And, excuse the language, but that is fucking amazing, of each and every single one of us. We're bloody INCREDIBLE, you guys. We really are.

Now, the rules of this challenge dictate that I've got to start with some of my own things, then repeat with the same number of creations by other people. So I'm going to do that, and I apologise for the sheer length (and self-plug-iness) of what is about to follow - but, bloody incredible, remember? I really mean that. 💜💜💜

My Own:

you could call me babe for the weekend - 19k of Spideychelle being oblivious, mutually pining IDIOTS while being snowed in. And, you know, fake dating. (This thing was SO MUCH FUN to write and though, yeah, it got completely out of control, as evidenced by the 19k, I still really love it.)

'tis the damn season - my first attempt at writing a multi-chap, and, yeah, it only has one chapter as of now, but I really love said chapter. Basically, it's Daisy and Mackelena being friends, and honestly just the BEST friends - I adore the style I managed to achieve in this thing. Plus, the Skimmons I have planned up next is going to be da bomb.

the closest thing - Philindaisy plus fake family. Also; amusement parks. And for a fangirl like me - well, it was pretty much a dream come true to write!

oh valley of plenty - in this fic, I basically told myself, so AoS won't give us Huntingbird in the finale? Fine. I'll just do it myself then - in the fluffiest way possible. And that's exactly what I did - making them, and their kids, be best friends in Perthshire.

maybe life should be about more - a very angsty Skimmons and Daisy-centric AU, focusing on the internalised homophobia Daisy has experienced through her life, and shaking it off (and eventually, y'know, getting together with Jemma.)

and it's dark in a cold december (but i've got you to keep me warm) - Fitzsimmons just make such a supreme pairing for hurt/comfort, what with how insanely well they understand each other and care about each other, so I'm really glad for the Fitzsimmons Secret Santa giving me the chance to write this! Basically, this follows our science duo through a stressful mission on Christmas Eve (so yes, it's a mission fic!!) and realising that the two of them can do anything together.

july second - ahhh, one of my personal favourites to write! Daisy birthday surprise fluff will always be top-notch for me, especially for all the team-as-family fluff you can add in, especially especially that this is set in Staticquake times! Also, it's from Hunter's point of view, which will forever be the most insanely fun thing to write, I do think.

i just wanna be with you - man, I'm such a big royal fan, so getting the chance to write a modern royalty AU for my OTP was nothing short of amazing!! This is Princess Daisy and her fiancée Lincoln Campbell at their official engagement interview

see the line where the skye meets the sea - shameless season 1 bby Bus Kids fluff, featuring movie nights, singalongs and... so much fluff your teeth will rot. Also I'm really freaking proud of the pun in the title okay

'cause all that you are is all that i'll ever need - Huntingbird waking up together fluff (because, fight me, Huntingbird in their sweet moments is one of the sweetest things you will ever get to read or write.) This is also my, fluffy, take on the origin of the Franny's Saloon keychain.

we love you, we love you (and we hope you love we too) - aha, my first polyship fic! Also my first try at some actually fancy HTML formatting (forever thanks to Kat for explaining.) Both of these things combined to form a fic that even I think is ridiculously fluffy and funny, and kinda amazing, at that.

and man I don't know where the time goes (but it sure goes fast like that) - Another Bus Kids movie night fic, but this one set post-season 7, and reflecting on how far they've come. A little bit more hurt/comfort-y than it's pure fluff prequel, but still super fluffy and soft. And, of course, with a happy ending.

she shares my dreams, i hope that someday, i'll share her home - snowy Fitzsimmons fluff, complete with them falling in love at the Winter Olympics, as you do.

then you walked in and my heart went boom - 16k of Dekesy for the wife, and remarkable for that, because literally a month ago from this, I hated Dekesy with my entire soul. Then I started reading Kat's fics, and, well, fell in love with them... so much so that I wrote sixteen thousand words of enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, bed sharing holiday fluff for them.

a love like that - a Fitzsimmons Cinderella AU, featuring my two favourite science babies, in true science bby style, falling in love over science and how stupid the whole courting thing is. Also, Daisy makes a brief appearance, and she's the freaking best.

ever after - ah, probably the one single fic I'm proudest of. A post-season 7 Daisy character study focusing on her emotional rollercoaster re: losing her family/things never being the same again, which just achieves... an emotional level that I have never managed to replicate again. I was full-on sobbing while writing it, and, guys, it also part-holds the Closest To Making Kat Cry prize.

blue - Daisy character study spanning snapshots of seven seasons, and before - but tied together by something blue in every moment. Researching for this, and finding all the blue moments, was very interesting, and immensely satisfying, especially since all the moments where a little bit of blue was present actually combine to chronicle Daisy's journey on the show remarkably well.

who is that girl I see - the one time I decided to write straight angst, and straight angst with no happy ending. Melinda May post-Bahrain, folks.

take my hand, take my whole life too - aww, the first thing I wrote that I really and truly loved. A Staticquake and Fitzsimmons Actors AU, featuring a proposal on set and INCREDIBLE amounts of fluff and softness.

hold out your hand, 'cause friends will be friends - the wife's favourite, and, as second fics go, pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. It's a Soulmates AU for Staticquake and Mackelena, with the focus being on DaisyMack friendship, and lots of denial, angst, and guilt about finding their soulmates. (They figure it out eventually, don't worry - it's me, of course I made them happy.)

Fitzsimmons + Fake Dating moodboard - Fake dating will always be FAB, and picturing it out in a moodboard - especially for my clueless bby best friends in love - was the best, and super satisfying.

Staticquake + Orange moodboard - One of the cooler ideas I had for Trick or Treat (which I still have not finished, heaven help me) was to make a series of moodboards for my OTP plus different colours. This orange one is just so light, and cheerful, and happy, and honestly I kinda adore it.

This Philindaisy + Family Moodboard - making moodboards can be insanely frustrating when you just can't find the photo that fits exactly right. With this one, however, I found all the pics I needed pretty insanely fast, and, better, the whole thing just worked, and really nicely so, too.

This Bus Kids + Baking Cookies moodboard - there's absolutely NO faults to be found with tiny, adorable Skye, Fitz and Jemma concocting choc chip cookies - but I'm actually doing a tiny cheat here, because, cute as my moodboard here is, the accompanying fic by my love @eowima is the SWEETEST and best thing you could ever wish for!!!

This Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Photoset - Day 3 of Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week focused on an emotion, and I picked confidence and power, because honestly, it's nothing short of amazing how confident and powerful our gorgeous girl has become.

This Daisy Johnson Appreciation Week Photoset - One of the times I wish I could gif, because this quote about struggling though never giving up just suits Daisy perfectly. The photos I found are cool, though, and I mean, it's Daisy, so that's already absolutely fabulous.

Other People's:

I managed to find twenty-six of my own things that I liked enough to put up there (because, yes, I'm that big a dork, 26 things for me being 26 is the way to go :D) Anyway, now that gives me the amazing chance to spotlight twenty-six of my favourite creations by my FANTASTIC mutuals! 😍

To start, my wife - Kat said I couldn't put everything she's ever written on here, so, ugh, I guess I'll just do my top five then. *grumbling* Everything by Kat is on here in spirit, though!!

Chasing Cars (even after the story ends) by @aleksandrachaev - the epic Dekesy roadtrip AU and incredible Daisy character study itself, which, I do believe, finishes today!! Words aren't enough to describe how freaking AMAZING this thing is, or how spectacularly well characterised. Just: if you haven't read this yet, you are missing out. You will laugh, you will groan, you will want to wrap Daisy in a very tight hug, and you will probably cry, too. This fic just has it all, really!

there goes the maddest man this town has ever seen by @aleksandrachaev - the post-season 7 Deke-crashes-the-Framework-Zoom-call fic I didn't know I needed (but spent the next two weeks rereading every single night.) It is absolutely INCREDIBLE, with all the Deke & Team feels we missed in the final outro scene, and honestly just the most fantastic writing. I cannot recommend it enough!

To Box It Up And Start Again (everything must go) by @aleksandrachaev - bloody hell, this BROKE me. Deke never really got to say goodbye in canon, but Kat gave him the chance to do it here. And, my freaking GOODNESS, she made it so incredibly bittersweet and heart-shattering. 10/10

i am a leaf on the wind by @aleksandrachaev - a little bit of a stretched-out, reflective moment in the season 7 finale. As Daisy lingers on the edge of death, she reflects on all the lives she could have had - and, man, what a study in bittersweetness!! This entire fic is utterly incredible, and something I think all Daisy fans should read.

Falling Into Place by @aleksandrachaev - here's a tiny cheat from me (sorry, babes, lmao) because technically this isn't one fic, but a series of three. Way too amazing to miss out on, though!! Set mid-season 7, this has the Chronicoms go after a young Mary Sue Poots to kill Quake before she can become a problem for them. They stop the Chronicoms, yes, but not without a TREMENDOUS dose of feels and hurt/comfort. There's also a wonderful little dose of Dekesy friendship, and then an adult adoption (!!) that honestly made my entire day to read. Actually, that's true for the entire series - I really canNOT yell about it enough!!

destroyer of worlds by @bobbimorseisbisexual - a study in incredible parallels between Jiaying's daughters. Utterly breathtakingly done, this will give you ALL the feels for this small and complex Inhuman family.

Muscle Memory by @robotgort and @bobbimorseisbisexual - a Huntingbird!! Bones!! AU!! And also a collaboration between two of the most fabulous Huntingbird authors in the fandom - honestly, what more can you ask for?! This will make you laugh, and gasp, and wince, and keep you guessing at each new plot twist (and also screaming at your screen for Hunter and Bobbi to get their acts together and TALK ABOUT IT.) In short: it's completely and utterly amazing, and I cannot, cannot recommend it enough!!

You Belong Among the Wildflowers by @libbyweasley - a freaking incredible Scis & Spies Regency AU! I only just started reading, but I was hooked all the way through, especially on the way Libby writes all four characters' complex relationships (and their attraction, and their history!) Everything about it is just completely stunning, and I for one cannot WAIT for these beautiful idiots to figure out they all belong together.

Family Snapshot by @tomatobookworm - if it's family fluff you're after, especially Staticquake family fluff, look no further! This tremendously soft and utterly amazing fic follows a day in the lives of a pregnant Daisy and her husband Lincoln, and their not-so-little family of Inhumans, both adopted and biological. There's also shopping with Grandma May, lots of feels, lots of shippiness, and just AMAZINGNESS all the way through!!

Best Day Ever by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - Jemma and Daisy want to adopt a pet, and make a very special trip to Wisconsin to do it. Also, whether he knows who he is or not, Jemma has an important question to ask Cal - and just, AHHHH, everything about this is utterly stunning! For starters, Aubrey's writing is FANTASTIC, and the scene she sets is absolutely beautiful, and so very bittersweet. I was actually misting up a little with happy tears towards the end of this - really, I cannot recommend this enough, to any Skimmons fan.

so why don't we go somewhere only we know by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - more Skimmons (platonic this time, though), more hurt/comfort, and, yes, again, more absolutely INCREDIBLE writing. This one is canon compliant, following a shaken Jemma struggling to sleep after Maveth, and how Daisy finds a way to help her out. Incredibly sweet, tender and BEAUTIFULLY written, this one was an instant favourite the moment I read it!

Unspoken by @anxiouslynumbme - a birthday fic for yours truly, and, honestly, one of the most STUNNING Staticquake introspectives I've read. It follows Daisy and Lincoln in a beautifully tender missing moment in season 3, with them both realising their feelings, and just... AHHHHHHHH, everything about it is utterly incredible!! I cannot, cannot recommend this gem of a fic enough

the thing about water droplets and ruffled hair by @que-mint-tea - here's another fic that proves, once and for all, how good Kat's Dekesy is, because it managed to convert T to write some Dekesy smut. And, oh my GOSH, what Dekesy smut - so goshdarn angsty, but so FANTASTICALLY characterised and written that it leaves you more than a little breathless, and gaping at your screen. The first chapter initially left us on the most HORRIFIC cliffhanger, but then T fixed it, and it's just... this thing is really a whole new level of emotional writing, raw and gripping and intensely perfect for both of these characters. My haw still drops whenever I think of this thing, and how utterly AMAZING it was, so yeah. Fic rec!!!

beautiful stranger, there you are by @justanalto - I do believe I still owe Serena a long and very gushy comment on this thing, because, MAN, does it ever deserve that!! Pipsy and fake dating, with the most HILARIOUSLY incredible writing, plot and characterisation, and honestly just a giddy "askhdfkhsfh" whenever I think back to how much I enjoyed it. Yup, it was that good.

Jumping to conclusions by @eowima - a very special one, because it marks my love Océane's first venture into writing AoS fic! It's an AU of 1x06 (the Fitzsimmons episode of s1) where Fitz does actually jump out of the plane to save Jemma. Realisations of feelings, and some of the most genuinely FANTASTIC Fitz characterisation I've read in a while, follow - and, yup, I was shouting at my screen for them just to get together already. Amazing stuff, really!!

Look into your eyes and the sky's the limit by @eowima - okay, this. This. Another gift for me, and one that I will probably treasure forEVER, because it is just?? so?? utterly?? perfect?? Just for starters, the title is a Hamilton reference - and then the theme of Hamilton references continues into the fic itself, I'm delighted to say. There's also the most BEAUTIFUL, playful Skimmons friendship, and teasing, and then of course the bet about who can make out with their crush first... Staticquake & Fitzsimmons perfection. And all rendered in Océane's delightful, best-thing-ever-to-read writing!! I'm going into a giddy keyboard smash just THINKING about this, so yeah, cannot recommend it enough.

lullabies and clear blue skies by @springmagpies and @bobbimorseisbisexual - okay, I never thought I'd catch myself shipping FitzBobbi, let alone shipping it this hard, but... wow. Maggie and Al teamed up to completely blow me away, and MELT MY WHOLE ENTIRE HEART with the sheer cuteness of this!! It features Fitz, Bobbi and adopting two daughters, and it's just the most tender, beautiful development through that little family - I love it so, so much.

We made all the wrong choices by @browneyedgenius - the winner of the AoS Angst War 2020, how could I not include this one? It is such a well-deserved win, though, whoa - I was sobbing, full-on sobbing, at least twice while reading. It follows the season 5 team through the events of the time-loop, after they failed to save the world - and, oh my gosh, it ripped my heart right out of my chest, but beautifully so. Everything about this fic just hits so hard, and it's written so well - yeah, really a most AMAZINGLY deserved win, for an utterly SHATTERINGLY incredible fic.

I threw stones at the stars (but the whole sky fell) by @nazezdha321 - this is Z showing us all how to write a backstory for a minor character, and write it so well that everyone's hearts break all over again when she dies. This one is about Victoria Hand, and it builds a stirring and profound childhood for her, also making her rise through the ranks of SHIELD and just her entire character mean so much more. Really, fic-wise, this is goals, and I take my hat off to you, Z, 1000%, for writing it.

in which the universe is put together by @besidemethewholedamntime - Rebecca's emotional writing, particularly Fitzsimmons' emotions, is incomparable, and she proves it all over again in this fic. If follows Fitz and Jemma before, after and during the bloodwork, and I just... wow, honestly. The emotion!! And the characterisation!! Absolutely stunning, and honestly all I could wish for in a we-had-time fic.

Agents of SHIELD Season 8 by @egumal - THIS. This, this, this, oh my gosh - as fix-it fics go, this has to be the most spectacular one I have ever read. What it does is find a way - a potentially canon compliant way, too - to bring back Lincoln Campbell, and reunite Staticquake. Basically: just about as season 7 finishes, the Astro Ambassadors get an unexpected visitor from another timeline, who asks them to come help out against Hive. Case in point, Daisy meets her lost love again (... but he has no idea who she is) and also has to relive the Fallen Agent drama. It all gets even more complicated when Kora restores Lincoln's memories, and Daisy meets the full team Deke has assembled around him in the 33 years (for him) that they've been apart... in short, this is one of the most thorough, well-written and downright SHOCKING plot-twist-wise fics that you will ever read, and honestly, saying "I can't recommend it enough" is an understatement. This thing is thd BEST, plain and simple!

Black Roses aren't real (but you and I are) by @ohwriteiforgot - ahhhh, a fic that will always have an incredibly special place in my heart, because it introduced me to one of my best fandom friends. The main focus is on Clintasha, it's true, but it's also a crossover with AoS in the sense that Clint was adopted by Coulson and May. Also, Daisy is his little sister, and their bond is gold. Also - there's Staticquake!! And flower shops!! And rivals to friends to lovers!! All I'm going to say is, what more can you ask for?!

A book to shield my story by @maybebrilliant - Staticquake High School AU, ahhhhhhhh!! There are only two chapters out so far, but the way this is shaping up is making my DAY - with Daisy as the new girl who meets Lincoln and his group of friends, and, though her foster parents are absolutely shit, starts to find actual happiness in a school for the first time in her life. Also - THE REFERENCES. Guys. I'm crazy for those, and in this book, so are my favourite dorks, Daisy and Lincoln - and let me tell you, it's nothing short of the best thing ever.

This AoS Finale Gif Edit by @heysteverogers - AoS really has been the most INCREDIBLE journey through the years, but what's really made it special is the company - and that's summed up perfectly in this gorgeous gifset. Also, the graphics on this are just, ahhhh, stunning - I'm in awe, and I've spent very long periods of time just looking at this thing in a state of heart-eyes.

This AoS Finale Gif Edit by @jemannesimms - combining Auld Lang Syne and the final scenes of my favourite show was a raw emotional - but utterly brilliant experience - for me. It's just so absolutely beautiful, and perfectly suited to the team, and their goodbyes!! Breathtaking editing work here, too.

This Daisy as Peter Parker and May as Tony Stark moodboard by @agentsofcomedyandchaos - ahhhh, a crossover of two of my favourite fandoms!! And what a lovely one, too - the colour scheme, quotes, and just the whole FEEL of this is absolutely genius, and I am guilty of being inspired by way too many fic ideas by it. Stunning stuff!!

And... whoa, that was long, but I really do feel that we deserve a bit of a proper pat on the back after creating such magical content in such a messed up year. So that's the note I'm going to leave you with for 2020, my friends: hell-year or no, look at the absolute beauty we were still able to create!! We really are freaking amazing, guys.

#aos best of 2020 #fic rec #massive fic rec list #and honestly; WHAT a list!!#despite this utter hellstorm of a year #we as a fandom have still been nothing short of INCREDIBLE #and honestly; I am SO proud of us #💜💜💜

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chrospw-doodles · 4 years ago

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When the Ink doesn’t flow

So... for starters this is a rant I wrote somewhere between september and november of 2020, it was intended to be posted in my main blog @chrispriceway back then, but I decided to put this here to avoid being too too personal there, I mean it is supposed to be a happy place to goof around and show you cool stuff, that’s why I made this side blog, to be more personal and less awkard so, yeh.

Chris-Jan.2021

What's up everybody, I know I haven't posted anything in a while and I wanted to adress my abcense and some other stuff that I wanted to talk about but never knew how to bring it up.

So, to those who follow me and dont really know who am I as a content creator:

hi, the name is Christian, you can call me Chris, I'm somewhat of an artist and like to post my stuff here.

Now, even if you have been following me for a while you may have noticed that I really don't post very often and that I haven't been around for a while even if I claim that I'm trying to be more active, well I think it's about time to talk about the issue and make some big changes around here.

But first of all, why does it even matter?

Well, to be honest the past three to four years I haven't really seen my online connection as serious business since I am primarly a student, and school does suck all of my time, the problem with that is that I really feel like I havent been respectful to you, the audience, not that I owe you anything but since I am now trying to make a living from my art, it is necessary to take this connection between the audience seriously and with a bit more respect.

In those three years all I've ever did was too much talk and too little deliver, so I apologize to those people who were really invested into the stuff I do, I really appreciate you guys.

So with that aside...

I wanted to talk about mental health.

well MY mental health

I know what you may be thinking, "what the heck Chris? What does this have to do with you being a lazy ass biss?"

Well, it's kinda simple as it is complicated so I will be putting here some bullets to make it easier to you to navigate through and to let you know how long it is going to be to those who really really just want to skip this post already

Introduction

Danplan Drama

College is a biss

When job becomes priority over school

How did all of this affect my mental state

And how I feel about it

Final thoughts

I'm not okay

Well, was, not anymore (mostly), or at least not as serious as I was some monts ago. Listen, shit went down, it's 2020 and that was inevitable, but I really want to go trough some points to give you context.

This year has been specially rough to me because of some circumstances that a few may know, but for context I'll be telling you about it.

The danplan shit did a lotta damage my bros

Ah, yes, long story short, I was an animator in that channel before the figgin drama

But it wasnt really that bad, you see, I really think that it was inevitable that it was going to end like that because of how are those two, but at the time I had to shut a lot of stuff because I didn't wanted to make it worse as the other animators did... but in retrospective, If we had talked about how we felt about the issue in that moment maybe it could have been better, or maybe not, I don't know and maybe I'll post a rant about it some other time (or maybe I wont), the point. is.

It was emotionally taxing, and to be honest it screwed me very bad. You see, I know I am not that good of an artist in comparisson to the others, nor have the best management of my social media, or another project to keep me on the public eye for a while, and since I went back to school I couldnt possible be hired by another channel because of my lack of time; so loosing my job at danplan was a HUGE deal to me because I knew that none of the jobs available in my country could pay off as good nor be as flexible as being an animator was, so that whole ordeal was really, really frustrating.

Then school became a living hell

Since I escentially lost that job I did try desperately to find anything as good to fill the void (it sounds dramatic but believe me, it felt really bad fam.) So the opportunity presented itself and I took a bone in stephen's channel.

In all honesty it was a good job and it was quite fun, but I didn't really stayed as a full time animator, I believe it was due lack of time or maybe my style wasn't really what they were going for, and tbh fair game... but it was still bad news for me because I was that desperate to find a new job, and I was so inmersed on doing that so I wasn't taking good care of my grades.

So now I had two problems, no job, and I was doing terrible on school because of my obsession with the job hunting.

And at the time I was still part of the community...

I was very active in the dp community and in Pau's server, I found great people and did some art because I really felt happy about it...

But honestly, that didn't last long.

School started to be a real problem and I did fail two of my school subjects, at the end of the semester I was burned out, and sleep deprived, so there was that.

One of my finals was a video talking about the drama and stuff and I've never finished it because I ran out of time and eventually I didn't felt it right abaut it, because it was like opening a grave again, like it was something too disrespectful even if it was originally intended for the sake of the animators, to give them, us, some justice at the end of the day... but I couldn't do it. It wasn't fair to everyone else because they moved on.

And that was the beginning of this crappy thing I've been carrying around.

I just. Can't. Finish. Anything.

I just overthink everything and fail before I begin any of the pieces, or Im about to finish but change my mind because Its. Not. Good. Enough.

I have a TON of pieces that never saw the light of the day BECAUSE I'm not in the right state of mind, and it is painful, because I love doing art as much as I love engaging with you guys, even if you are a few to maybe 10 people, I enjoy it. And It sucks to not be able to do stuff because I feel crappy.

And I know for fact that feeling crappy it's a crappy excuse to not do anything

But I don't mean that to anyone else but myself, because I feel like I could be better and do better, but... it isn't working, the global situation did some damage too, and I've been manageing, still, I haven't been able to finish a lot of stuff and honestly, I just want to come back before I become a ghost account.

So what's up? What's poppin'?

The plan is to try to force myself to finish at least one piece per week to keep this alive until I find the will to work normally again.

Maybe it's not the best solution, but I think this will motivate me a little since I really want to materialize some projects that I have had on the back of my head for a long time now, and I really want to start em' and share it with you along the way... so yeah, that's basically it.

Well, that was a long one, and if you happened read this far, thank you, I really appreciate it.

I hope I will be seeing you soon...

Stay creative, my dudes.

#lets talk #heart to heart #danplan #I know I shouldnt bring the tag on butim talking about it anyway so whatever #Chris from 2021 signing in again #So I'll keep the tags as before because NOBODY visits the dp tumblr section anymore #xD #and I know #it's been a year from the drama so that's why I edited some parts that I wrote while I was salty #now I do not hve intentions on doing anything about it so #yeh #I keep forgetring that I cant use punctuation signs in the tags #damn XD

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Why Some of Your Favorite Fashion Designers Also Happen to Be Celebrities

Photo: Victoria Beckham in front of a mood board in her design studio. 2010

A celebrity-turned-fashion designer used to be sort of a joke. Until it wasn't. From Jessica Simpson to The Row's Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen, some of the most successful fashion brands in the world right now are run by entertainers.

Business reporter Teri Agins, who developed the fashion beat at the Wall Street Journal and has been covering the industry for a quarter of a century, spent the last two years determining which of these celebrities passed muster (Simpson, for one), which ones were a disaster (hint: Kanye's runway debut in Paris), and why celebs have been able to so deftly steal the sartorial spotlight from fashion's trained elite. Her new book, Hijacking the Runway, documents the best, worst, and most surprising moments of this new era, from the failed lines of Real Housewives to the impressive rise of socialite-cum-designer Tory Burch. Agins' clear-headed approach to covering fashion—she likes it, but she's not swept up by it—makes for an entertaining follow up to her 1999 debut, The End of Fashion: How Marketing Changed the Clothing Business Forever.

ELLE.com recently spoke with Agins about the celebrities whose brands have impressed her—and those who haven't—and what she thinks Kanye should do about his long-standing dream of conquering the fashion world.

Related: Victoria Beckham's Best Career Advice

You covered a lot of ground here, from Donald Trump's über-successful suit collection to former The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills' star Adrienne Maloof's short-lived line of shoes. Who surprised you the most, whether in terms of failure or success?

I'd have to say Jessica Simpson, because I was there at the beginning in 2005 when she did the jeans line. I wrote a page one story [for the Wall Street Journal]. I thought it was going to be a little brand that would appeal to teens, have its 15 minutes and then it would be gone. Then, when [Simpson and her first partner, Tarrant Apparel Group] fell out and she had to start over with [shoemaker] Vince Camuto, I thought, "Oh, this is going to be a heavy lift." But it has really transcended. It's no longer just a celebrity brand, it's a brand. A lot of kids who buy those shoes were probably toddlers when Newlyweds first aired in 2003. A lot of teenagers who are wearing those shoes have no idea about the show. I was also surprised how the Kardashian brand at Sears, which started out with so much promise, just kind of descended into really shoddy merchandise. Apparently it's still selling. Sears itself is a retailer that's not that strong, so it's kind of not surprising. But I remember seeing those clothes at the beginning, and I thought that they looked really, really cute. The Row was always on the right track. Same thing with Victoria [Beckham].

Your last book came out in 1999, and I remember you devoted a section to red carpet dressing and how it was changing the game. Can you mark a moment in the past decade when celebrities shifted from viable spokespeople to the creative forces behind the brands?

In The End of Fashion, there was a chapter called, "What Becomes a Legend Most? When Giorgio Armani Takes Hollywood." I was explaining to people the whole red carpet phenomenon. I had no idea that the tables were going to turn and that these celebrities were actually going to come up with clothes. At that time, the only celebrity fragrance out there was Elizabeth Taylor's. Jennifer Lopez didn't come out with her [first] fragrance until 2002. I had no idea that Glow, and the 18 or so fragrances that followed under her name, was going to become such a big phenomenon. But it was clear to me that celebrities were going to make a dent when I did the Jessica Simpson story for the Journal in 2005, and when Donald Trump made a big splash at Macy's in 2004. Those two phenomenons, plus Sean Combs—who won the CFDA Menswear Designer of the Year award in 2004 for his Sean John line—convinced me. Though I didn't realize that it was going to be this, you know, tsunami of celebrities all running to fragrances, fashion brands, whatever they could.

In the book, you reveal a lot of juicy, never-reported details on Kanye West's ill-fated line, which showed at Paris Fashion Week in 2011.

That's my plunging neckline.

Kanye West in one of the hoodies he designed for A.P.C. menswear in Paris. 2013

I don't want to give away too much—it really is that good, especially the bit involving [acclaimed American designer] Ralph Rucci—but I'd love to hear what you think is next for Kanye. It doesn't seem like he's prepared to give up on the idea of having his own line. Do you think he has a chance?

The people who have succeeded—Victoria Beckham and the Olsen girls—they have done so because that is their one and only job. They don't phone it in. The Olsen girls were child actresses who grew up to become fashion designers. Victoria Beckham says, 'I'm a wife, a mother of four children, and I'm a fashion designer.' And that's what she does. When people are really successful the way Kanye has been in music, they are expecting and hoping their notoriety and fame will just translate across a lot of products. He is not a lazy guy, he is a worker. But this fashion animal is a hard one to tame, and it's one that requires a whole lot of dedication. Yes, celebrities can immediately pole vault ahead of everybody else. People will buy [their products] once. If the clothes continue to deliver, they'll buy them again. But you can't base a fashion business on just fans. Clothes have to make you look good, they have to make you look sexy, they have to fit, they have to be in the right price range. They have to look different from what's already out there. Clothes have to deliver a whole lot. This is the very proposition that every serious creative designer struggles with day in and day out. And that's not any different for Kanye. If he really wants this, then he's going to have to really hunker down and take a different viewpoint. Or he can parachute in and do these capsule collections [like his collaborations with A.P.C.], which I think have been successful for him and so many others.

Related: Kim Kardashian and Kanye West Showed Up on a London Fashion Week Runway

One final question: there's been a lot of talk lately about who will be the "next Michael Kors", i.e. the next big American brand—big enough to make a successful debut on the stock market. Who do you think it'll be?

Tory Burch, there it is. I said it in the book. She's in the perfect position—she's got a product that people buy. She's got a cool persona. She skews across a broad demographic, and she's got a really good website. So my prediction, I will prognosticate that Tory Burch is going to be the next big deal. She already is, but I think even bigger. I think she's going to be the next big public fashion company.

This interview has been edited and condensed.

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