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Epilogue: What Was Realized Upon Returning From Neverland (ERROR, OUTSIDE ENTITY DETECTED)

Here we go! The last story of this fic.

This epilogue is based off of Joruzin's What Wendy Realized When She Returned From Neverland.

While I was writing this fic, Joruzin expanded his Fairytale Sniper series! His most recent one is called Happy☆Hero☆Machinegun and it's quite catchy! You can find the English translation on the Vocaloid lyrics wiki.

Due to the wide breadth of fairytales, this fic definitely has room for a sequel. Thanks for sticking with me throughout this entire fic!

Thanks to @aerialartistic for drawing the final piece for this fic! It's one of my personal favorites.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4621

Characters: Don’t ask me, I don’t know! Also, Vector and his hat.

Relationships: N/A

Warnings: Murder, kidnapping, mindfuckery

Summary: With the help of a mysterious boy, a fairy and the boy’s shadow, an overworked businessman goes on an adventure with his younger brothers.

Once upon a time, there were two three brothers who traveled past the second star to the right and straight on till’ morning.

“I’ll probably be murdered.”

“Why?! By whom?”

“You’ll find out soon.”

“...!”

“Now that we’ve made it back from that place, I need to write down some odd things that I noticed.”

“...?”

“The more you can come to these conclusions and remain silent about them, the better. Now go to bed. Don’t wake Noah up.”

“Noah…? Oh, right.”

…

I hope somebody discovers this note in case something terrible happens to me.

☠

0: Prologue

There was a tapping on my window. After a long night of settling my business’ accounts and sending my brothers to bed, I was reluctant to have any noise disturb our sleep. When I looked out the window, there was nothing. To be sure, I opened up the windows. A cold breeze blew through the humid house, strange and pungent like dead leaves.

Suddenly, a black streak tumbled in through the doors, sticking to the walls. It moved as if it was swimming through the air. Two white pupils appeared at the top of the shadow’s head, staring at me as it crawled across the ceiling. Surely, I was working myself too hard.

I rubbed my eyes, only to be bowled over by an unfamiliar young boy.

His purple eyes and multicolored hair made me jump. As if he hadn’t seen me, the boy chased after his shadow, laughing up a storm.

“Be quiet!” I hissed. “My brother’s sleeping!”

I motioned to the bed, where Mokuba was softly snoring. Strangers be damned, Mokuba deserves his rest.

The boy turned his head, amethyst eyes filled with surprise.

“What’s the point of sleeping tonight?” he asked, grabbing the shadow by the wrist. “We’re here to take you to Neverland!”

Neverland? A boy grabbing his shadow by the wrist? Since when did I fall asleep and start dreaming such strange things? I had eaten properly (potato soup with roast turkey) and had my usual cup of warm tea before bed. Nothing was particularly taxing today at the office, save for when Isono chased off that rabid dog. I shouldn’t be having such strange dreams.

I set down my ledger and crossed my arms. Best wait the dream out.

“Whoever you are,” I growled. “You’re not welcome here. Get out.”

And then the boy started flying. I rubbed my eyes. Perhaps if I went to bed and slept in this dream, I would awaken in the real world. But if this wasn’t a dream (because I had no memories of falling asleep) then I would be leaving my brother with this slightly deranged flying child.

The boy’s brows furrowed and he swiped his nose.

“You hear that, Peaches? The rudeness of some people! Yami told me that we were invited here and now we’re being shooed out?” exclaims the boy.

Something tugged at my hair, followed by the sound of tinkling bells. Moving my hand towards my head, a sharp nip meets my fingers. Gritting my teeth, a breeze zipped past my ear. The tinkling bells became louder.

“Wakey wakey!” called the young boy, doing somersaults in the air. “Pan’s here to take you away!”

Before I could stop him, a miniature woman with mousy, short cropped hair and a dress of peach blossoms flew before me. She glowed a fiery shade of red, her voice the source of the bells. Wagging a finger before me, she continued her indecipherable tirade as my brothers hopped out of bed.

“You came!” exclaimed Mokuba. “You really came!”

That took me aback. I ducked beneath the fairy and watched as my brother took Pan’s hand.

“What are you doing?!” I yelled, just as the fairy obscured my vision once again.

My brother looked at me with a grin. It’d been so long since I had seen him smile like that that my rage briefly subsided. If this made Mokuba smile like that, then perhaps it wasn’t…too bad.

“Seto! We’re going to Neverland! The place where we’ll never grow up!” said Mokuba giddily. “Peter Pan and his friend, Peaches, are going to take us there!”

The place where we never grow up?

I scoffed, only to have Peaches flutter over to Mokuba. Looking down at my brother, she winked one of her blue eyes and made him giggle. A wave of jealousy bubbled in my chest. She circled above his head a few times, sprinkling her golden powder upon him.

“Do Noah next!” called Mokuba as his feet began to leave the ground.

Pan and Peaches exchanged grins as she flew over to our third brother. He was always so quiet. I could never tell if he was asleep or not.

“Wh...what’s going on?” mumbled Noah.

“Wake up!” laughed Mokuba. “We’re going to Neverland!”

Immediately, Noah jumped out of bed. His eyes lit up upon seeing Pan and he laughed as Peaches showered her magic over him.

“Think pleasant thoughts, everyone!” instructed Pan. His amethyst eyes turned to mine. “And that includes you!”

“B…but…,” I began, my throat dry.

This couldn’t be happening. Fairies didn’t exist. Humans couldn’t fly. Children didn’t have purple eyes.

“I have work tomorrow,” I mumbled.

Mokuba and Noah stuck out their tongues.

“In Neverland, there’s always work to be done!” reassured Pan. “We have to fight pirates, sing with the mermaids, hunt with the harpies…oh, the work never ends!”

Peaches nodded in agreement as she flew above my head. I looked at my brothers in worriment, their bodies already floating halfway towards the ceiling.

“Pleasant thoughts!” reminds Mokuba.

What pleasant thoughts? Even as my pajamas were coated in gold, I still couldn’t float. There were so many things to worry about, such as this season’s quarterly reports and Mokuba’s grades.

Pan looked at me, shaking his head.

“How old are you?” he asked.

“Tomorrow’s his eighteenth birthday,” called Mokuba.

Frankly, I had lost track of time. Eighteen…It had felt like I was already thirty.

At Mokuba’s response, Pan brightened up.

“We still have time, then! Quick, before midnight!” called Pan. “Sunny skies, blue seas and palm trees!”

“Beef fillet, winning chess matches and dragons!” added Mokuba.

Peaches opened her mouth and released another series of bell sounds. Mokuba laughed.

“Yeah! What Peaches said!”

“What did she say?!” I asked.

“Just close your eyes and think of riding a dragon!”

I hate to admit that it worked, but it did.

Soonafter, we were heading onto the second star to the right and heading straight on till morning.

Oddity #1: The Land Where You “Never” Grow Up

Before we could admire the teal-colored palm trees or the warm sand on our feet, we were accosted by pirates. Ugly, dirty, unkempt men in raggedy clothes, brandishing cudgels and swords all pointed towards Pan.

“Hey there, easy! We have new arrivals here!” protested Pan.

Despite that, he brandished his dagger.

“Where’s Hook?” he asked, trying to peer above the men’s heads.

“Here,” growled a rough voice.

A man in a dark black coat parted through the unkempt crowd. Out of all of them, he was the filthiest. His blond hair was streaked with dirt and his teeth was a mixture of gold and silver. Instead of having a left hand, an obsidian hook protruded from his filthy coat. He smelled like a wet dog on a humid day and looked like he hadn’t shaved in weeks.

Looking at my brothers with his mud-colored eyes, he glared upon seeing me.

“He’s a bit too old, isn’t he?” he growled.

Pan stepped in front of me and gave Hook an easy smile. Hook’s expression soured and he scratched his chin with his hook. I was ready to fight this man in order to protect my brothers. To show that I didn’t fear him, I readied my stance and balled my hands into fists. In the office, I had faced far worse.

Yet Pan merely pulled Hook close and whispered in his ear. The pirate’s expression slowly melted into one of contemplation. When Pan released him, Hook brushed himself off and turned to his crew. I clenched my fists tighter. With a single nod, Hook and his band of pirates slowly retreated.

The captain gave Pan one last look and tipped his raggedy hat.

It was then I remembered that Neverland was supposedly a place where children never grew up.

Oddity #2: The Hideout and the Lost Boys

Pan’s hideout was accessed by sliding down a series of hollow trees. Upon returning, he and Peaches were greeted by a band of boys who were only slightly cleaner than the pirates. They saw Pan as their king, preparing the table for a welcome feast. My brothers and I were ushered onto the seats of honor. Soon, everyone was seated around the empty table, all eyes turned upon Pan.

“Today, we will be having imaginary welcome cake and imaginary sherbert tea!” declared Pan.

The boys cheered and began picking up imaginary saucers and plates, hungrily digging into thin air with gusto. I looked on in confusion as Mokuba and Noah joined the commotion.

“You should try some!” exclaimed Mokuba, taking a scoop of thin air and lifting it towards my face.

I couldn’t smell anything. I couldn’t see anything. And yet, to see Mokuba look up at me with such earnest eyes made me open my mouth and play along.

Much to my surprise, it felt like there was cake in my mouth. It was an indescribable taste, at once too sweet and at once too empty. The flavors constantly changed as I chewed.

On and on this charade went until we were all full. And yet, not a single bite of actual food had been eaten.

“Come, come, let’s dance!” said Pan, jumping out of his seat.

Peaches let out a laugh and flew off of his shoulder. Pan’s followers quickly jumped off of their seats and followed their leader down the underground caves. Was it only me who had felt like a trapped animal? The underground hideout had sunlight pouring through the occasional tree entrance, yet most of it was obscured by darkness. These lost boys lived like moles, tunneling through these corridors. No wonder they were so dirty.

“Come on, what are you waiting for?” asked Mokuba as he tugged me along.

We straggled behind the rest of the lost boys. Despite Mokuba’s insistence, my attention was drawn to the system of roots and shelves that dotted the hideout. In some of the shelves, there were blankets and wooden swords. In others, there were stuffed animals.

Where were these children’s mothers? Were they orphans like Mokuba and me?

A glint of silver caught my eye as we moved down the corridor. In the dim light, I could see the outlines of a door. Passing by it, a wetness touched my feet. I recoiled and quickened my pace.

Arriving in the sunlit dance “room,” I lifted my foot to find that it was covered in a reddish liquid. Juice? Or blood? I looked at Pan and he smiled. Placing a finger on his lips, he began to dance with his lost boys.

The spacious cavern echoed with their movements. There was no music as they danced, their movements strange and undulating. They moved to a rhythm that I wasn’t privy to, their shadows crawling across the walls.

Only Pan had no shadow.

As they silently danced, I couldn’t help but think of ants endlessly circling around an area until they perished. Here, in a place where children supposedly never grew up, they would have no future. They would never go to school and learn how to live in a society filled with challenges. They would never win any awards except imaginary ones. They would never own businesses or fulfill their dreams of growing up and becoming doctors, lawyers, singers or actors.

I couldn’t help but feel pity for these boys, my stomach turning as I saw Noah joining the dance.

Pan swayed towards me with Peaches on his shoulder.

“You’re taking us back, right?” I asked.

“Seto!” interjected my brother.

Pan replied with a smile, his eyes trailing down to my foot. He turned to his side, a flash of silver catching the sunlight. As he passed, I saw a dagger tipped with red.

Just what was behind that door?

“Sometimes, one of us goes missing,” uttered a lost boy dressed in a wolf’s pelt.

“Pan takes them into his office,” said another.

“That’s when they become a Found Boy,” finished a boy wearing a lion’s head.

I looked to my side to find that Mokuba was gone. He was behind Pan, circling around the room like all of the other lost boys.

It was then that I knew that Neverland was a lie.

Before I could think of anything further though, Pan decided to take us to sing with the mermaids.

Oddity #3: Pixie Dust

Apparently it was only adults who heard Peaches’ voice as bells. Mokuba said he and the lost boys understood her just fine. I thought he was having a conversation with Noah as we had flown to Neverland. It turned out he had been talking to Peaches.

According to Mokuba, he was told that her pixie dust can make things that don’t exist real. When asked to elaborate, the fairy shook her head and laughed.

Then she told him a little bit about Pan. I’ll write more about him in section #5.

With the pixie dust, we flew with the harpies and swam with the mermaids. We breathed underwater and spoke to the fish. It was exhilarating, I’ll admit. I couldn’t remember the last time that I had a vacation. Even if I did plan on having one, it definitely wouldn’t have been as enjoyable as this one.

Seeing Mokuba smile was what made me so happy.

We had been growing apart as the game store became more successful. I spent longer hours at the office and less time at home.

To fly with him and the harpies was something he told me he had dreamed of since we were children. The main harpy, Mai, flew as fast as lightning. Her sister, Vivian, hunted prey with terrifying efficiency. Together, they cracked jokes that made Mokuba fill Neverland’s blue skies with laughter.

Meanwhile, the mermaids were slow to warm up to us. Isis and Malik were siblings who had adopted a harpy into their family. It was because of Rishid that we were able to draw closer to the mermaid lagoon without being drowned by their melodies. They taught us how to catch fish with our bare hands and where to find the perfect conch shells to turn into horns.

It felt like an entire day had passed flying through the skies and swimming beneath the sea, yet, when we surfaced, the sun remained high in the sky, exactly where it was when we had arrived.

As we bid goodbye to the mermaids and the harpies, Mokuba overheard a conversation between Peaches and Pan.

Apparently, if one sprinkled pixie dust over a fish with rainbow scales, it would become a mermaid. The same could be done for a falcon with ebony talons, turning it into a harpy.

Just as we were about to return to the hideout, the undergrowth exploded with pirates. Noah immediately leapt into battle, brandishing a stick as his weapon. Immediately, he was captured, his stick no match for the pirates’ sharp cutlasses. Running after him was Mokuba, who I followed. Both of us were soon subdued and brought to Hook’s ship, the Jolly Dragon.

Oddity #4: Hook and His Pirates

Aboard the ship we were brought to the deck and faced the captain. If it was possible, Hook was dirtier than before. I scowled upon seeing him and he scowled back, revealing the full array of his silver and golden teeth.

“He’ll be coming soon, don’t you worry,” he growled.

He stepped slowly towards Noah, who had been separated from us. His hook traced Noah’s chin, drawing a droplet of blood.

“Don’t touch him!” protested Mokuba.

Hook yanked his hook away from Noah, his eyes narrowed into slits.

“Can’t you see?” he snapped.

See what?

Holding Mokuba’s unchanging glare, Hook gritted his teeth.

“Nevermind. He should be coming soon.”

As we were held hostage on the Jolly Dragon, my attention was drawn to its crew. They were a boisterous, ill-mannered lot, similar to the lost boys. Right. That’s when that theory appeared in my head. Perhaps they were lost boys, just grown up. Found boys, according to what we were told.

But where did Pan get new lost boys then? Did he kidnap them from their homes? Did he promise them endless adventures like what he did with Mokuba and Noah?

What about that bloody door and Pan’s dagger, tipped with what must have been blood? Instead of letting the grown lost boys go, did he just kill them? Or did he purposely let a few go, ensuring that those boys would nurse a vendetta against him?

Then he could get an endless supply of pirates to battle his lost boys, their work never done. Older boys chasing younger boys around with cudgels. Neverland, a place where playtime never ended. The harpies would continue hunting their prey. The mermaids would continue singing. As long as pixie dust flowed through Peaches’ wings, the impossible would always be made possible.

Another note: Despite their sharp weapons and filthy language, I never saw a pirate directly harm a lost boy. They had always been after Pan. It was only because Noah had interfered with their plans that he was captured.

Was it because the pirates were only trying to liberate the lost boys from their leader?

Then Hook…wasn’t he and his pirates the actual heroes of this story?

Upon realizing that, a loud caw filled the air. Soaring through the air was Pan, brandishing his dagger with reckless abandon. Immediately, the crew of the Jolly Dragon fell into place.

The men fell upon Pan with fervor, the magical boy deftly avoiding his opponents’ blows. He moved with a maturity that a young boy could never possess. His steps were light, his dagger was fast. Pan battled the pirates with ease, as if he had practiced for lifetimes.

Perhaps he was the only one who never aged on this island.

“I’ll send you to the black dragon tonight!” vowed Pan as he dove for Hook.

Hook snarled and brandished his own sword, swinging at Pan.

“Oh, yes, the black dragon with its ticking grandfather clock and red eyes!” taunted Pan.

The mention of the dragon only spurred Hook on, his movements growing increasingly fervered.

“Are you scared?” goaded Pan.

They went behind the sails, yet I could only see Hook’s silhouette. Metal upon metal clashed, a harsh sound to my ears. A sharp whistle filled the air, nearly splitting my skull in half. Between our guards, Mokuba clasped my hand. I squeezed his tightly in return.

“I want to go home after this,” murmured Mokuba.

“I know,” I agreed.

A roar shook the boat. Briefly, Hook’s silhouette paused. I craned my neck up towards the source of the roar and saw a black shadow approaching. It passed by the boat in a blur, stirring up the waves and the bells on the ship. Sea spray splashed our faces. I could hear a constant tiktiktiktiktikticking as the dragon flew above.

“There’s your old friend!” cried Pan as he leapt from behind the sails.

A flicker of fear filled Hook’s face as he slashed through the sails. He had been wounded during the fight, a patch of blood blooming from his right shoulder. Despite his wound, he aimed a swing at Pan, who deftly avoided him.

As the dragon soared above, Hook and Pan continued to fight. They jumped onto the railings of the ship, matching blow for blow. Pan smirked as he cornered Hook against the ship’s prow, edging his dagger toward’s Hook’s throat.

“Do you surrender?” called Pan.

“No,” growled Hook. “Not for all the doubloons in the world.”

Pan edged closer towards him, his blade now touching Hook’s throat.

“Then I hope you’ll like facing off with your archnemesis.”

The black dragon dove into the ocean with a distant splash , the ripples rocking the ship. It swam towards the Jolly Dragon’s prow, its black scales cleaving the waters. Hook gave the approaching dragon a single glance before turning back to Pan. With a grin, Pan swept Hook’s legs from beneath him and the pirate fell into the water, where the black dragon was awaiting with open jaws.

Before he fell to his death, Hook shouted a peculiar line.

“I’ll never forget what you did to Shizuka!”

None of us had ever heard of a Shizuka.

With the death of their captain, the crew of the Jolly Dragon quickly dispersed, leaping into the ocean. Their cries filled my mind as Pan freed us.

Oddity #5: Pan

At first, there was nothing but a shadow. That was what Peaches told my brother.

Then, when we had first arrived, he had whispered “I’ll put an end to it with this,” to Hook.

Nothing made sense. Not the imaginary food, not this pixie dust, not this strange land where everyone but Pan grew up.

I probably sound irrational to you, which is something I’m not known for. You have to believe me, though. This will be the only place where this story will be recorded. It’s 3 AM, a few hours after Pan returned us to our home.

I have a feeling I won’t see the sun. Something is watching me.

Although I had surmised that Pan killed or released his lost boys to continue his battle with vengeful pirates, I hadn’t seen him try to thin out any lost boys. We were returned home safely on the Jolly Dragon with all of the lost boys and Pan. My theory felt flimsy once we had flown back through our windows.

And yet, I was still uneasy. Perhaps I had spent too long in the office, battling with investors and shady businessmen. Everyone carried their own motives and put themselves first. Brought to this land of children, where everyone’s desires were bared for all to see, I was at a loss.

Before closing the windows to Pan and his crew, I said,

“Thank you, Pan, for giving————”

Wait.

It must have been that pixie dust.

Bits of it are still clinging to my skin. After this, I need to take a bath. It’s made me say silly things. Untrue things.

“Thank you, Pan, for giving my little brothers their dreams.”

Brothers?

Since when?

It’s always been the two of us, just me and poor Mokuba. After our parents died, I had taken care of him by myself. I endured the beatings and teasing at the orphanage while Mokuba played. I took care of Mokuba’s schooling in the day and studied on my own at night. I created my business to support my brother.

As I became busier, it was no wonder that Mokuba wanted a place for us where we could be together again. A place where the sun never set and we could play all day, just like when we were younger.

Now that I think of it, Neverland was like a place from our storybooks. Nothing like our snowy mountains and gloomy cities. In fact, there were even dragons. There was nothing we loved more than stories about dragons.

Perhaps it was all just a dream, but I’m still so uneasy. Why?

Just where did that second brother come from?

Noah?

Just wha🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴🔴

☠

His features shift and melt as he stands over Seto’s body, the blood from his slit throat flowing onto the pages of his journal.

“You figured it all out, huh?” drawls the shadow. “The power of fairy dust possesses something that can’t exist and gives it the illusion of existence.”

The shadow walks by the desk and gazes at Seto’s eyes, wide open in shock. From its slight twitch, he knew that Seto could still hear him. He lowered his voice, white teeth shining against his black body.

“The first one we carried off was Hook’s sister, when he was just a brat. Pan said he wanted to stop doing this, but how could we stop when it was so fun?!” laughed the shadow.

He takes the bloodied journal from Seto’s desk and tears the most recent pages out. Stuffing the pages into his mouth, the shadow opens up the door to the study and walks out. From Mokuba’s bedroom, Peaches zips out, her face flushed with rage.

“Hurry up! The next story is about to begin!” she snaps.

The shadow holds up his hand and shushes his companion.

“I’ve never missed a mark and I don’t intend to now,” he replies.

He steps onto the windowsill and then dives into the night, flying off to his next destination.

☠

“Alright, so Wendell and his brothers went on an adventure with a questionable hero fighting a questionable villain and returned home unscathed huh?” reads Vector as he climbs through the kitchen window.

“Yup, yup!” agrees his hat.

“And they leave behind all the boys who had fallen out of their prams with that crook?” continues Vector.

“Uh huh!”

“Sounds like another shitty hero to me,” grumbles Vector as he climbs the stairs.

“Shitty! Shitty!”

In the dimly lit house, his shadow stretches across the walls in eerie shapes. Vector takes his rifle from his shoulder and skulks along the walls. First the kids. Then the big one.

Arriving in the first bedroom, he opens the door to find the windows open and the bed empty. Vector frowns.

“Story watch, please,” he calls.

His hat dutifully spits out his watch. Vector angles his watch towards the moonlight and frowns. They were on page 15 out of 16. The story was nearing its end. The protagonists should have returned by now.

“Hello?” he calls.

Nothing. Maybe the kid was sleeping with his older brother. After witnessing the horrors of Neverland, any child would want to do that.

Vector leaves the bedroom and opens the door beside it. This one was clearly more adult, with its neatly folded bed and lack of toys. Well, save for a few dragon statues on the mantlepiece. The furrow between Vector’s brows deepen.

He walks out into the hallway and opens up the third door.

A washroom.

He sticks his head in.

Nothing.

“We’re in the right house, right?” asks Vector as he approaches the last door.

“Correct! Correct!” agrees his hat.

“Then where the—”

It’s the smell of blood that springs Vector’s body into action. He clutches his rifle and wildly looks around, only to find the body of one of the protagonists. Slumped over his desk, Seto’s hand dangled over the pages of a journal with torn pages. A pen was still in his hand.

“Fuck,” utters Vector.

He approaches the body and lifts it with the barrel of his rifle. The pen clatters to the floor. Seto’s open eyes emptily stare at him. An angry red slash across his throat looks almost like a second mouth. Vector drops the body and checks his watch.

This was the final page.

“Fuck,” repeats Vector.

“Fuck!” chortles his hat.

Shoving the watch back into his hat’s mouth, Vector slams the door of the study behind him. He walks down the stairs and looks around at the empty first floor. In his hands, the rifle feels useless.

“We’re not alone, are we?” asks Vector to the shadows.

“Nope,” replies his hat.

THE END

Before I forget, let me impart some wisdom to you folks:

"Chổ nào có anh hùng thì cũng có thằng khùng."

Or, "Wherever there are heroes, there are madmen."

#zexal #vector zexal #vector #H☆H☆S #writing from iris #yugioh zexal #happy heroine sniper #Seto Kaiba #Mokuba Kaiba

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irisgoesgardening · 9 days

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Mizael as one of the seven good fairies in my Sleeping Beauty Yuma story.

He is the guardian of the rising sun and blessed the infant prince with generosity.

Maybe I will draw the other fairies!

#zexal #art from iris #Mizael #Mizael zexal #fantasy #I drew in cmyk so maybe one day these could be pins lol #Happy⭐︎Heroine⭐︎Sniper #H⭐︎H⭐︎S

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irafuwas · 7 months

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random unprompted ask that you do not have to answer if you don't want to, but: i see that silkali is your favorite ship and i was wondering if you had any headcanons or just general thoughts about them that you'd like to share :o

Hi hi!! Yes, I’d love to share some of my thoughts on silkali, thank you so much for the ask!! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

Some headcanons:

adhd x autism power couple

I really don’t think they’d get together while at NRC. Silver is so laser focused on training to become a knight, and Kalim is so preoccupied with learning to be the next head of his family’s business, that I don’t think the stars would align for them to start dating while at school. When Silver realizes he’s fallen in love, he’d hesitate to confess since he knows he wants to stay in Briar Valley and serve the royal family the rest of his life. (I really don’t think anything is going to get Silver out of BV unless he’d be accompanying his father to go live with him elsewhere.) So for that reason (and also because they’re both shy and silly), Silver wouldn’t tell Kalim how he feels before they graduate from NRC. In my mind, they don’t get together until like a good decade post-graduation.

Silver likes that Kalim does most of the talking, and he never feels pressured to speak at length if he doesn’t want to. Kalim in turn likes that Silver is level headed, a good listener, and that he’s one of the few people he can enjoy silence with.

Kalim never gets mad when Silver falls asleep on him mid-conversation and he’ll be happy to sit and wait for however long it’ll take for Silver to wake up.

I think Kalim would be the first of the two to start crushing on the other. He’d get like shoujo manga heroine vision and start seeing sparklies and rainbows and stuff whenever Silver is around dfkgjdf

If they did go out during their time at NRC, Jami would for sure get really worried and trail them on their dates. He’d stake out on top of a nearby building, and he’d watch them from the scope of a sniper rifle. Atop another nearby building, Lilia would also be watching them, but from the scope of one of those really long paparazzi cameras instead.

After they get married, they have a lot of kids (all adopted and of all different species). I’m not sure how many, but at least five. (Kalim wanted a large family because he grew up with one and he adores all his siblings, and Silver feels it’s his duty to provide a loving home to any children in need.) Kalim has tons more experience with kids than Silver does, so Silver would lean on him a lot in the beginning with their first baby, but I think Silver would get the hang of things pretty quickly and he’d be a great dad.

No matter whom you ship Silver with romantically, I think we can all agree Lilia would be his number one wingman and he’d be really annoying lol. He’d def pester Silver a lot for any updates on his courting endeavors and give him the most Awful advice ever. He’d be like, “Silver, I’ll do anything to make sure this ship sails!” and Silver would be like, “Father, what vessel are you referring to…?”

I ship them for a couple different reasons, but I guess the main one is that I love that Silver genuinely appreciates and respects Kalim for who he is, and that Kalim in turn sees past Silver’s stone faced exterior and he can see all the good he has in his heart. A lot of the other characters more or less just put up with Kalim, and they’ll be kind to him just so they can get something from him. And with Silver, most people don’t take the time to understand that just because he’s quiet and doesn’t outwardly express his emotions a lot, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t care or that he’s literally emotionless. So I guess I just like that they understand each other beyond the superficial impressions the other students have of them.

They honestly remind me a lot of Soriku – with Kalim mirroring Sora's bright and sunshine-y nature and Silver being more serious and solemn like Riku. Silver said in his dorm uniform vignette that he wishes he could be more open like Kalim, and if we ever get Kalim wishing he could be more like Silver in some way I will melt into a puddle on the spot lol (‘cause it’d mirror sora and riku’s convo on the dark margin at the end of KH2).

I have a couple different songs for them in my silkali playlist, but the one I think encompasses their ship the best is mona lisa by Sam Cooke! (it’s from Kalim’s pov)

#ask #silkali #i have a very nebulous idea of how they'd get together post canon but i need to ruminate on it more

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favoringeyes · 1 year

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i drew happy heroine sniper finally for how much ive thought abt this song ................. im im im happy heroine sniper etc etc

#txt #ok to rb if u think it looks cool im just crazy over this song

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kraviolis · 1 year

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IT MAKES ME SO UPSET KNOWING THAT DUNDEE AND CLEO WOULD BE SUCH GOOD FRIENDS IF THEY JUST. LISTENED TO EACH OTHER. i swear to GOD. its not even about the shared norman bones trauma either, they’re so similar to each other. maybe that’s why they’re so abrasive to each other, actually.

they both struggle a lot with their self-worth but it manifests in different ways. for cleo, its drug abuse and sabotaging herself. for dee, it’s narcissism and destruction. both of them are terrified of being abandoned or being hurt by people they trusted but also verbally lash out when they feel insecure in their relationships. they claim that they don’t care what others think but their behaviors often show the opposite. they’re both terrified of dying but pretend they don’t care or that they’re invincible, even though if the moment came where they couldn’t fight anymore they’d both just let it happen. but they also care a lot about their friends. they would do nearly anything to help the ones they love, including literal murder. they trust very few people but the ones that they do will have that trust for the rest of their lives if they’re careful.

but right now, at this point in both of their lives, dundee is actively working on his growth and making himself into a better person. he’s trying to heal from his trauma and make up for what he’s done and move forward. he’s maturing and learning and opening both his heart and mind. sure, he’s got problems, but not with himself or knowing his place in life.

cleo is... she’s spiraling down. she’s in a turbulent place right now. she’s overwhelmed and confused and so scared. she’s trying to navigate this labyrinth of relationships and trying to figure out who she is, what she wants, and what others are expecting of her. her support system is made of people she doesn’t remember and barely trusts. she can’t even live her life without constantly looking over her shoulder for either a sniper on a rooftop or a white peyote driving by.

and both of these are norman’s fault. entirely. see, norman didn’t take dundee’s memories of his family because dundee is great at causing chaos with their help. he didn’t need to do anything but take himself out of the picture because his original plan with dundee backfired. dundee got killed and couldn’t be his puppet anymore. this time, with dundee back to the person he was before he took the deal with norman the first time, the club trusts him again and he’s back to causing the same chaos and destruction that he’s so good at. his first month back, he got his own gang into a war with three different gangs and drove one of those gangs into making a deal with norman.

but norman did the opposite with cleo. he took her memories of her family, of the ones closest to her and the ones she trusted the most, because it would cause the most turmoil for all of them. if she had forgotten norman, she would’ve had a happy reunion and gone back to living a stable life with her family. but forgetting her family has taken away her entire support system. norman wanted cleo to not have the stability of those people because an unstable cleo is self destructive and angry and impulsive. she literally stabbed a man the first week she was back because she’s so unstable right now. she’s threatening billionaire terrorists and doing heroin and going on drug runs and helping kidnap ems. and she’s doing a lot of this because of her fear of norman and what he did to her.

if dundee approaches cleo when she’s calmer and in a better headspace (unlike the other day when she was in the middle of a serious argument with bundy) and they just. talk. and they find that middle ground between them and find their shared experiences or feelings and just agree on something important to both of them, then that could genuinely spark a friendship between them. like if cleo was like “you made collin shoot me for no reason” and dundee actually apologizes for that- because he doesn’t remember he did that and is genuinely trying to be a better person this time around- i think it would catch cleo off guard enough for her to reconsider her dislike of him and maybe be a little more open to him.

#i just want it so bad. i want cleo and dundee to be able to relate to each other and have this very specific friendship.#where they pretend they hate each other but have a connection they cant explain #krav talks #np #nopixel #cleo shaw #irwin dundee #norman bones #bbmc

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misspetsyourcats · 1 year

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Things men have offered me in exchange for ownership, a nonexhaustive list:

- goats

- heroin

- “as much alcohol as I want”

- “the good weed”

- a farm full of goats

- a house

- a cruise every year

- shoes

- an apartment

- legal guardianship over said man

- more goats

- dabs

- “you’ll feel better trust me”

- enlightenment and the knowledge of gods

- weed and a massage

- $5

- a boat

- canadian citizenship

- the truth behind the CIA

- goats but only 3 this time

- a nice fish

- a truck

- also a truck but it was a toy and he was 6

- 16 alpacas and 2 goats

- plumbing work

- a space on his private bunker homestead

- sex with his wife

- a nice rifle

- the blessings of the old gods on my womb

- the “joys of birthing the next aryan generation”

- an enchanted knife and spoon

- a gold thumb ring with some sort of spirit in it

- not making me pay for condoms

- a whiskey tonic

- carrying my bag

- a tick

- “my heart”

- his virginity

- 150 goats

- tricare

- a house in Canada

- the position of holy whore in his totally-not-cult

- a joint that was 90% sage

- “the privilege of being owned by a true alpha”

- a collection of automatic rifles

- position as head of the harem he did not have

- “it’s a secret drug formula from the russian mafia, just lick the powder off my hand”

- goats AND the pen they live in

- he will make me toast

- airfare to his apartment

- “if you never have to be sober you’ll be happy by my side regardless, just pick your poison”

- free tattoos

- a coffee

- a coffee and a trip to france

- just the trip to france

- a cell phone that he would pay

- a single goat

- pretty rocks

- “I won’t hit you”

- a whole group of goats and a nice dress and wellies to tend the goats

- 40 acres of logging and gravel pits

- his dad’s house

- a few goats and some sheep

- to never give me a traffic ticket

- a nice pocketknife

- his ex’s lingerie

- as much vodka as I want but no jäger

- a four course homecooked meal

- everything in my etsy favorites

- his sister

- his FAVORITE goat

- a beach house

- position as his first wife

- position as his second wife

- a firearm he made in his garage delivered to me every few weeks

- protection from his militia

- the blessings of a god from dungeons and dragons

- to never need to see him again (as long as we had sex)

- only 8 goats (the ninth was his mother’s)

- health insurance

- use of his home gym

- literal godhood, as in he would bestow the power upon me

- meth.

- him stabbing me 37 times (not 81, that was for more important people)

- I could meet his ghost

- he would keep the ghosts away

- psychic powers

- keys to a nissan altima currently located in a ravine 20+ miles offroad

- his plug’s phone number

- cheese

- a pen

- a goat pen *but not the goats in it*

- his dad’s house (don’t worry the dad will die soon)

- an illegally imported russian sniper rifle

- a dog

- flowers once a week forever

- “if you don’t marry me my mom will be sad”

- a horse

- country club membership

- shrooms

- his left kidney

- a few acres of forest and pasturelands

- a new iphone

- good grades in x class

- a baby goat

- a tractor WITH the gas in it

- cocaine

- a free tattoo (but only one)

- a plant (iirc a lily)

- a gangbang every month

- a cashew farm

- a room in his house to be mine forever

- goat cheese

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kira-hayashi · 2 years

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Happy☆Heroine☆Sniper by @scattered-irises for this years @ygobigbang

#yugiohbigbang2022 #zexal #zexal vector #yugioh zexal #barians

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rockislandadultreads · 1 year

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Women’s History Month: Fiction Recommendations

The Diamond Eye by Kate Quinn

In 1937 in the snowbound city of Kiev (now known as Kyiv), wry and bookish history student Mila Pavlichenko organizes her life around her library job and her young son - but Hitler's invasion of Ukraine and Russia sends her on a different path. Given a rifle and sent to join the fight, Mila must forge herself from studious girl to deadly sniper - a lethal hunter of Nazis known as Lady Death. When news of her three hundredth kill makes her a national heroine, Mila finds herself torn from the bloody battlefields of the eastern front and sent to America on a goodwill tour.

Still reeling from war wounds and devastated by loss, Mila finds herself isolated and lonely in the glittering world of Washington, DC - until an unexpected friendship with First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt and an even more unexpected connection with a silent fellow sniper offer the possibility of happiness. But when an old enemy from Mila's past joins forces with a deadly new foe lurking in the shadows, Lady Death finds herself battling her own demons and enemy bullets in the deadliest duel of her life.

Take My Hand by Dolen Perkins-Valdez

Montgomery, Alabama, 1973. Fresh out of nursing school, Civil Townsend intends to make a difference, especially in her African American community. At the Montgomery Family Planning Clinic, she hopes to help women shape their destinies, to make their own choices for their lives and bodies.

But when her first week on the job takes her along a dusty country road to a worn-down one-room cabin, Civil is shocked to learn that her new patients, Erica and India, are children - just eleven and thirteen years old. Neither of the Williams sisters has even kissed a boy, but they are poor and Black, and for those handling the family’s welfare benefits, that’s reason enough to have the girls on birth control. As Civil grapples with her role, she takes India, Erica, and their family into her heart. Until one day she arrives at their door to learn the unthinkable has happened, and nothing will ever be the same for any of them.

Decades later, with her daughter grown and a long career in her wake, Dr. Civil Townsend is ready to retire, to find her peace, and to leave the past behind. But there are people and stories that refuse to be forgotten. That must not be forgotten. Because history repeats what we don’t remember.

The Daughter of Doctor Moreau by Silva Moreno-Garcia

Carlota Moreau: A young woman growing up on a distant and luxuriant estate, safe from the conflict and strife of the Yucatán peninsula. The only daughter of a researcher who is either a genius or a madman.

Montgomery Laughton: A melancholic overseer with a tragic past and a propensity for alcohol. An outcast who assists Dr. Moreau with his experiments, which are financed by the Lizaldes, owners of magnificent haciendas and plentiful coffers.

The hybrids: The fruits of the doctor’s labor, destined to blindly obey their creator and remain in the shadows. A motley group of part human, part animal monstrosities.

All of them live in a perfectly balanced and static world, which is jolted by the abrupt arrival of Eduardo Lizalde, the charming and careless son of Dr. Moreau’s patron, who will unwittingly begin a dangerous chain reaction. For Moreau keeps secrets, Carlota has questions, and, in the sweltering heat of the jungle, passions may ignite.

The Personal Librarian by Marie Benedict

In her twenties, Belle da Costa Greene is hired by J. P. Morgan to curate a collection of rare manuscripts, books, and artwork for his newly built Pierpont Morgan Library. Belle becomes a fixture in New York City society and one of the most powerful people in the art and book world, known for her impeccable taste and shrewd negotiating for critical works as she helps create a world-class collection.

But Belle has a secret, one she must protect at all costs. She was born not Belle da Costa Greene but Belle Marion Greener. She is the daughter of Richard Greener, the first Black graduate of Harvard and a well-known advocate for equality. Belle’s complexion isn’t dark because of her alleged Portuguese heritage that lets her pass as white - her complexion is dark because she is African American.