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leonawriter · 3 years

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My Personal Takes on Stormbringer:

Without a full and accurate translation to go through in one sitting, it’s still hard to get a handle on things properly. That said, thank you to everyone who’s working on it.

Now.

(please note all quotes are my memory of translations I have read, and are not verbatim.)

-Asagiri, please, you do not need to make so many coding analogies with regards to Chuuya and Verlaine. They don’t work.

-It often feels - not just in this book but also in 55 Minutes, where there are tight restrictions on a time travel ability - that Asagiri limits abilities based on how scientifically accurate they are. However, this doesn’t make sense! why should it! Literature should be an expression of freedom. There should be rules - the same way the Page has rules - but in the sense of Magic A is Magic A. You make up the rules and then you don’t break them in future. Why have Kunikida able to create something with a mass heavier than a piece of paper out of a page of his notebook, but then say you can’t do [x/y/z] because it’s scientifically unviable?

-I have no issue with how skk treat each other. they are chaos teens. let them be. like... this is the beginning of their actual trust. they’re also in the mafia, and in a dark time in their lives. it’s fine. (it isn’t, but at the same time, it kinda is.)

-I feel like Chuuya taking things from other people and making that thing “his” fits him as a character? he had nothing before, so when you have nothing, all you have is what people give you. If someone gives him a bike, then that bike is his now. He has to learn to look after it, love it, and respect it, and he’ll remember that friend by it. Same goes for pretty much anything else. Also, it’s a show of how well Chuuya adapts to things, and what things he chooses to pick up.

-The hat. I do not like how the hat was treated. Making it into the key that helps Chuuya be able to activate Corruption cheapens the meaning and weight of having been given the hat as a memento of the first person who told him to live as a human being. Why not have the hat be a reminder of his humanity in a purely sentimental way? I’m going to ignore anything canon about this and just say it’s sentimental. Which, like, it could have been a safety blanket type thing, not pseudo-science.

-The coding in Chuuya’s body is a bit... of a reach? How do you put that in there? I don’t get it. Just say that there’s a possibility he might die if he uses Corruption, or that he’ll never become “Chuuya” again. That he’d lose himself utterly. The log history can be either on a chip (insert Dazai making “lost dog, if found return to the mafia” jokes here) or on something else that could easily be destroyed during the course of the story (or not).

-Dazai living in the shipping container reads to me like an extreme version of “I do not want to be found I do not want to be helped I am worthless trash and what’s the point in having an actual home if I plan on dying any day anyway.” Verlaine asks what drove him there, and Dazai says “you” and tbh that offers up so many questions (like, was the shipping container thing recent, was it temporary, or what). There’s the possibility that Dazai doesn’t always live there, because otherwise he’d suffer from hypothermia and get pneumonia in the winter! But above all, Mori had nothing to do with this. He was probably terrified to go too close in case he got killed. Stop saying Dazai lives here because “poor baby was abused :(” that sure was not it.

-Dazai goes all this way - plotting for ages, since before the beginning of the book, having been number one on Verlaine’s hit list, just to get the truth about Chuuya’s humanity and to preserve it - because “I want to see Chuuya suffer as a human being” is him saying he doesn’t want to see Chuuya become like him, or inhuman, because that’s not Chuuya. (dude, there ain’t a straight explanation for this...)

-following on from the previous, Dazai refusing to just let things be the moment he realises that it’d mean double suiciding with Chuuya. I personally see that as a shippy moment because Dazai had already given up on Chuuya being alive (if I read the translation right) and in that case, dying would just be letting go. But Mori says “yeah but I don’t think he’s dead yet?” and that, along with the “double suicide” thing, makes Dazai go “absolutely NOT.”

OK a related thing - as far as I remember, when IRL Dazai attempted double suicide, right up until his actual death it would result in either a failure or... his partner dying and him surviving. The cold potential of this happening in BSD if Dazai had just given up reminded me of that.

-Regardless of my thoughts on how it was handled, Stormbringer reinforced my previous ideas about how Chuuya basically IS Arahabaki. It also suggests that Arahabaki was more of a sentient ability than a true “god” but... that’s fine. For me, all I cared about was that all those “Arahabaki is an evil being that is constantly trying to take over Chuuya and Corruption is Arahabaki being let out” takes are not true. It’s... basically Chuuya taking the lid off his power. I joked at one point that Corruption is Chuuya going “I’m so pissed off I’m gonna kick the door open and throw away the key” and Dazai going “go for it babe, I got your key.”

-Rimbaud and Verlaine are... very complicated characters? They’re not easy to get a handle on. I sometimes find myself liking them and sometimes find myself disliking them, and that’s something that’ll be easier when I have a full translation available - and one of Fifteen. Rimbaud was held back by seeing Chuuya, at first, as nothing more than an empty vessel to Arahabaki’s power, while Verlaine was so taken over by grief without understanding how to handle that, that he became a monster up until the end of the story. Neither of them were good people. That said, their relationship to each other? It’s very complicated and reminds me of their IRL selves to a point but without the skeevy nature and without it going so far, so kudos to that.

-Adam. Knowing his creator was a ten year old girl makes so much sense when you look at the things he says and does. He doesn’t get so much. He’s very logical, but doesn’t understand that a game of billiards isn't as much of an icebreaker as he thinks it should be. Surprised by bubble gum. Games like “strange things humans do” are very much like the word games kids play in the car.

-Verlaine being the fifth executive was something I did not predict at all, whatsoever, and I can’t stop thinking about it. Like... how did he get to that point. Only so much can be said in a few paragraphs (it seems) of “this is [x] number of years in the future where Chuuya’s an executive now.”

The last we see of him, he’s overcome by grief, hatless, and he seems to have only just realised how much he wished he could return what Rimbaud gave to him. (Ironically, by being able to grieve like that, it shows that he is capable of what he thinks he can’t do - same as Dazai.)

But how does he become an executive? Do they come to him slowly at first, and they gradually build up trust? Does he stay in contact with Chuuya? Do they see each other properly as brothers now, or not? I can’t help but feel that as it’s a long time - six years, in fact - between Stormbringer and canon, some bond of trust must have been built. The mafia protects Verlaine from the authorities and from the outside world just the same as Kouyou says that she wants to do for Kyouka, and the same as they’re there for Chuuya, too. So. A Verlaine who trains the mafia’s best assassins not because he’s forced into it, but because he feels the same loneliness as Chuuya, and finds that it helps? A Verlaine who learns slowly that he can care about more people than just Rimbaud and Chuuya? Holy shit yes please. A Verlaine who is loyal and protective and who you should be glad is in a (probably) gilded prison of the mafia’s basement, because otherwise he would actually do so many things to those who would harm his family.

Let’s just say - if I think of Arahabaki as a guardian or protector god who is just plain destructive because it can’t help that, then Chuuya and Verlaine looking and acting in similar ways because they share that same “parent” in a sense, makes sense. They are no longer just Arahabaki, they’re “Chuuya” and “Verlaine” - but they also share traits such as “Papa Wolf” and “lonely” and “violent,” among others.

-At least twice, pre-Soukoku Dazai and Chuuya refer to how they’re constantly thinking of each other. No, they don’t mean in positive ways, but they’re chaos teens and it’s still strong emotion. Chuuya mentions how he’s thought of at least 190 ways to punish Dazai for the things that he does (which also implies how their relationship is equal, and Dazai doesn’t call all the shots, and doesn’t get away with everything scot-free), and Dazai says that Verlaine can’t possibly win against him, because Dazai “spends all of his time, waking and sleeping, thinking of ways to annoy and harass Chuuya,” (quote not perfect.)

We also have Chuuya having Dazai appear to him first in his hallucinations, which I see as Chuuya’s inner Dazai-voice saying all the worst things, and ironically not actually saying or meaning things that would get across what real Dazai would want him to feel; in other words, that’s Chuuya’s view of him, or his mind searching for the one person he’d believe it to realistically come from.

As well, Dazai saying “there’s no way Chuuya could be an artificially constructed personality, because no one could create a personality that I [hate/that annoys me] so much.” Which, like... sure... you tell yourself that, kid...

Basically, they’re all the kinds of things that teenagers who don’t really get how strong feelings like these work yet, who are still figuring themselves (and their orientations, probably) out, would say if they don’t even like that other person that much, but they’re still attracted to them. A strong “why does it have to be THEM?” haha. And yet, as others have pointed out, Chuuya seems more on the oblivious side than Dazai, since as said, Dazai goes to all this effort and seems fond (but only when Chuuya’s not looking, dumbass) but Chuuya just... doesn’t get it.

A shorter summary of my thoughts and feelings?

Chuuya suffers, but is ultimately happier for it no matter whether he’s one of the clones or whether he’s the original (it’s arguable either way, and I don’t mind either way) as he’s still Chuuya. His bond with the mafia is also stronger than so many people think it is. They’re literally his adopted family. Even if he chose to leave, he’d still see them as family. I can’t see him leaving. He’s just... they’re family... don’t tear them apart...

The skk is strong, no matter what people say, because this is the start and it’s the end of their first year in the mafia and it’s not supposed to be a healthy time, for fuck’s sake. They’re both all sorts of messed up. They’re allowed to be. This is a time when that’s kinda the point of the book. But yeah, the trust and the bond is real.

Verlaine. I am now fascinated by Verlaine. I was so sure before the spoilers and translations came out that I’d hate him. I no longer do. He confuses me but I NEED TO KNOW MORE.

#bsd #Stormbringer spoilers #bsd spoilers #all opinions are the OP's #you don't have to agree but they are mine #facts are just facts tho #and this got long whoops #may add more if I remember more later

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1jet2unknown · 2 years

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About the Teen Wolf Zine I participate in...

As one of my last actual posts on here was about the Teen Wolf Horror Zine, I would like to give a short update on this topic.

Some of you surely have heard by now: This particular zine unfortunately will not get completed in the way it was planned.

After we faced some severe delays in schedule and communication lacked about what actually was the problem and how things would proceed, a lot of artists voiced their concerns & frustration and in the end several of them dropped out of the project.

As this is the first time I participate in any zine project, it was really heartbreaking for me to see things develop this way.... Especially since there were so so many amazing pieces submitted and I was so damn excited for the final product! (Some of these artworks you now already got to see here and there on social media and I’m certain you love them as much as I do!)

There had been an intense discussion internally, what will happen with this zine. After all, with some major contributors leaving - resulting in further openings and therefore further expected delays - and increasing uncertainty among the rest of us contributors, should we just let this project die...?

But having poured so much heart into the pieces and still hoping to see the finished product(s) , many of the contributors - me included - couldn’t bring themselves to let go just like this. But one thing was clear: Simply continuing as before is no option. Things need to change.

By now the mods have updated all remaining contributors also about the consequences they are drawing from the whole situation: A reorganization and rescoping and with that also the revamp of the whole project to set things on new, more secure footing.

Gooybe “This might hurt”, Welcome “Memento Mori: A Teen Wolf Tarot Project“

1) In order to be able to finalize the efforts in a timely manner, the scope now is changed from one big horror-themed zine with several merchandise items, among them a tarot deck and a Grimm booklet, to the main object being the tarot deck itself with a small-scale zine and only a handfull of smaller merch items as additional benefits. This new scope is evaluated to setup a realistic timeline for this revamped project and avoid any scope creep as had happened before.

2) The new scope & focus of the project will result also in a new name: “Memento Mori: A Teen Wolf Tarot Project“. Accordingly also the social media will be setup anew to reflect this accordingly.

3) Learning from the mistakes that happened, the project team has changed their internal setup, on one hand with the role of headmod changing and two additional mods joining the orga team, on the other hand there also will be two mods co-responsible for production & finances to ensure things will stay on track in these crucial final stages of the project.

4) Thanks to especially the new mod’s efforts, clear transparency on the current status of the respective items and progress made now helps contributors to keep things moving in a way more effective way.

5) There is now more direction in regards to what characters are currently underrepresented in order to ensure the finished tarot deck will have a well-balanced variety of characters and monsters.

With a good junk of the project items in the new scope completed and contributors working hard on filling any remaining gaps, I feel things should go smoothly now for the remaining weeks until completion of this project.

Certainly, a lot went wrong in the project so far. And I more than wished that my first experience with a zine would have been different... But I do believe in giving people (and projects) a second chance if I feel assured lessons have been learned and the same mistakes won’t happen twice.

So given all the above, I decided to see things through with the other contributors and stay with the revamped project.

And I hope you guys might give it a second chance as well.

#teenwolfhorrorzine #Fanzine #teenwolf #what a bumpy road #second chances #let's push this past the finish line

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angstybreadstyx · 3 years

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Anyways, here’s the OBSCENELY long post of songs that make me think of Wereworld. If any of the links are wrong please lmk! Also there’s probably a ton I’m forgetting that I’ll add later.

Stromae-Carmen (Hector)

Phantogram-Black Out Days (Opal)

Jack Stauber-There’s Something Happening (Vega)

Pluto X Ye-Breath (Trent)

Louie Zong-Pumpkin’s Revenge (Hector)

Mother Mother- Get Out the Way (Opal)

Zhu & Nero-Dreams (Lucas)

Jack Stauber-Cupid (Hector)

MARINA-Bubblegum Bitch (Gretchen)

MARINA-Teen Idle (Gretchen)

Florenceandthemachine-Girl With One Eye (Gretchen, Lucas)

BROCKHAMPTON-RENTAL (Hector)

Bad Books-Baby Shoes (Trent)

TV Girl-Not Allowed (Hector)

Oh Wonder-Without you Justice Skolnik Remix (Wereworld in general)

Gorillaz-Rhinestone Eyes (book 6)

Eyedress-Jealous (Hector, Drew)

Tallyhall-& (Wereworld in general)

Possibly in Michigan-Animal Cannibal (Trent, Lucas)

Billie Eilish-Therefore I Am (Opal)

Molina-Hey Kids (Lucas)

Updog-Dying Breath (Trent)

Bo en-Everyday (Main 5)

MISSIO-Twisted (Hector)

SYKO-Brooklynbloodpop (Lucas)

MARETU-Darling (Drew, Hector)

MARETU-SIU (Hector)

Hoosiers-A Sadness runs through him (Hector)

Jack Stauber-Angel (Drew, Hector)

FEiN-Loved (Manfred, Hector)

Robert DeLong, K Flay-Favorite Color is Blue (brown Hector)

Li ncoln-Saint Bernard (Trent)

FANGCLUB-Vulture Culture (Vincent)

Billie Eilish-Bellyache (Opal)

METAROOM-Temptation Stairway OST, Waltz Variation (Hector)

Mag.Lo-TEAM (Lucas)

SWARM-The Nothing (Trent)

Veorra, The Teck Thieves-Ghost Town (Trent)

SAIMÉS-The Wolf (Trent)

MusicbyAden-Monster (Trent)

Jack Stauber-Estranger (Opal, Taboo)

Max Bhron-Cyberpunk (Gretchen)

Midnight to Monaco-Suicide, Weathin Remix (Taboo)

Mickey Valen, Mothica-Overthinking (Gretchen)

MARETU-NAMIDA (Trent)

GHOST-Honey I’m Home (Hector)

AGOSTI-Triangles (Main 5)

Nero’s Day at Disneyland-In Aisles (Lucas)

Updog-Useless (Trent)

KHEMMIS-A Conversation With Death (Hector)

Hop Along Queen Ansleis-Bruno is Orange (Hector)

Caravan Palace-Beatphone (Main 5)

EDITORS- Eat Raw Meat (Trent, Lucas)

Glass Animals-Gooey (Trent)

TLT, Salvonic-Epoch (Trent)

Jack Stauber-Two Time (Drew, Hector)

Jack Stauber-Choice (Main 5)

Jack Stauber-Fighter (Gretchen)

Mystery Skulls- Told Ya (Book 6)

Naughty Boy, Lalala (Hector)

Troyboi-On My Own (Hector)

Spektrem-Shine (Wereworld in general)

The Oh Hellos- Soldier Poet King (Main 5)

Tribe Society-Kings (Hector)

SIVIK-High (Hector, Drew, Vincent)

Sub Urban-Cradles (Hector)

IAMX, Imogen Heap- My Secret Friend (Hector, Vincent)

Glass Animals-Other Side of Paradise (Hector)

Skyper-Hero (Hector)

Glass Animals-Toes (Hector)

Crystal Castle-Reckless (Hector)

Troyboi-Do You? (Hector, Vincent)

Mother Mother-Chasing it Down (Hector)

Dathan-I Think I’m Falling for Ya (Hector, Drew)

Glass Animals-Pork Soda (Hector, Drew)

Verzache-Needs (Hector)

AViVA-GRRRLS (Opal)

Hush Sound-You Are the Moon (Hector)

Jack Conte-Yeah Yeah Yeah (Hector)

Jack Stauber-Library (Hector)

The Neighbourhood-Afraid (Hector)

Tangled-Ready as I’ll Ever be (Wereworld in general)

Mother Mother- Oh Ana (Hector)

MISSIO-Kamikazee (Hector)

LOONA, Odd Eye Circle-LOONATIC (Hector, Drew)

Britney Spears-Toxic 2WEI Remix (Wereworld in General)

Saint Mesa-Fire (Book 4)

PowaPowa P-At a Dreams Mercy (Hector)

Crywank-Memento Mori (Hector)

Cranberries-Ridiculous Thoughts (Drew)

Cranberries-Hollywood (Wereworld in General)

Cranberries-Promises (Hector)

Cranberries-Animal Instinct (Gretchen)

Forrest Day-Sleepwalk (Hector)

#exposing my music taste #I also do listen to a lot of rap and hip hop especially from the 90s but that doesn’t make good Wereworld content #I think the most offensive thing about this is that I am completely prepared to make an AMV or meme for each one of these songs #and ill probably never have time to do them all #Wereworld #you can also use this list to figure out which characters take up what percentage of my brain space

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mementomori-tarotproject · 2 years

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Is there any way to pay for my order other than pay pal?

Unfortunately we can only accept PayPal through our store. PayPal does offer the option to attach a debit/credit card to your account if that is an easier way of using funds.

Hope this helps!

#zine preorders #memento mori tarot faq #teen wolf tarot #teen wolf zine #tarot deck #teen wolf tarot deck #fan zine #tarot cards

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smallsith · 3 years

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Metal and Rock Songs Rec List

This is so fucking long I’m so sorry

Bold is songs I really like. Italics are songs that are not good but which I enjoy anyway. Suck my dick if you have a problem. Strikethroughs are songs that contain potentially triggering content

Bartzabel - Behemoth

Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel - Behemoth

Nemo - Nightwish

The Beautiful People - Marilyn Manson

Welcome to the Jungle - Guns ‘n’ Roses

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

Shout at the Devil - Mötley Crüe

School’s Out - Alice Cooper

Highway to Hell - AC/DC

Holy Diver - Dio

Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin

Home - Three Days Grace

Just Like You - Three Days Grace

Break - Three Days Grace

Rise Above This - Seether

Breakdown - Seether

Got The Life - Korn

Chop Suey! - System of a Down

Poison - Alice Cooper

The Fight Song - Marilyn Manson

Memento Mori - Lamb of God

Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums - A Perfect Circle

Wait And Bleed - Slipknot

Holy Diver - Killswitch Engage

Dragula - Rob Zombie

Duality - Slipknot

Shut Me Up - Mindless Self Indulgence

Du Hast - Rammstein

Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace

Interdimensional Summit - Dimmu Borgir

The Night - Disturbed

Get Through This - Art of Dying

Working Class Hero - Green Day

Mutter - Rammstein

Tier - Rammstein

Sonne - Rammstein

Hail the Apocalypse - Avatar

General of the Dark Army - Unleash the Archers

The Path to Decay - Sirenia

The Way it Ends - Prototype

When the Lights Are Down - Kamelot

Dead Memories - Slipknot

Another One Bites the Dust - Queen

We Will Rock You - Queen

Engel - Rammstein

Wolf Totem - The HU

Sugaan Essena - The HU

Lilith Immaculate - Cradle of Filth

O Father O Satan O Sun - Behemoth

Hallowed Be Thy Name - Machine Head

A Statue of the King - Avatar

Liar Liar - Kamelot

Council of Wolves and Snakes - Dimmu Borgir

God Is Dead? - Black Sabbath

War Pigs - Black Sabbath

Locust - Machine Head

The World is Yours - Arch Enemy

Catastrophist - Trivium

Bloody Angel - Avatar

Just A Whole Lot of Evanescence I Won’t Both You With

Tanz Mit Mir - Eisbrecher

Several Good Charlotte Songs I’m Too Embarrassed To List

Dancing Dead - Avenged Sevenfold

Flash of the Blade - Avenged Sevenfold

Almost Easy - Avenged Sevenfold

A Little Piece of Heaven - Avenged Sevenfold

ROSENROT - Rammstein

The Hand That Feeds - Nine Inch Nails

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

This Is the New S**t - Marilyn Manson

Bat Country - Avenged Sevenfold

Dearest(I’m So Sorry) - Picture Me Broken (EXTREMELY aughts emo)

Smells Like A Freakshow - Avatar

Heart Heart Head - Meg Myers

Vengeance Is Mine - Alice Cooper

Nobody Likes You When You’re Dead - Zombina & the Skeletones

Your Sweet Six Six Six - HIM

Born In A Burial Gown - Cradle of Filth

Afterlife - Avenged Sevenfold

MEIN TEIL - Rammstein

Without You - Breaking Benjamin

Into the Nothing - Breaking Benjamin

Dear Agony - Breaking Benjamin

Anthem of the Angels - Breaking Benjamin

Give Me A Sign - Breaking Benjamin

I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin

Crawl - Breaking Benjamin

Fade Away - Breaking Benjamin

I Don’t Care - Apocalyptica

Paint It, Black - The Rolling Stones

Broken - The Birthday Massacre

To Die For - The Birthday Massacre

Remember Me - The Birthday Massacre

Red Stars - The Birthday Massacre

Kill the Lights - The Birthday Massacre

Fake It - Seether

Spit It Out (Hyper Version) - Slipknot

City - Hollywood Undead

Prelude 12/21 - AFI

Heart-Shaped Box - Nirvana

The Dead Can’t Testify - Billy Talent

Blind - Korn

Don’t Stay - Linkin Park

Breaking the Habit - Linkin Park

Numb - Linkin Park

Leave Out All the Rest - Linkin Park

Shadow of the Day - Linkin Park

Somewhere I Belong - Linkin Park

In the End - Linkin Park

Vampire Heart - HIM

The Funeral of Hearts - HIM

Psychosocial - Slipknot

Heartbreak and Seance - Cradle of Filth

Feel So Numb - Rob Zombie

Superbeast - Rob Zombie

Living Dead Girl - Rob Zombie

More Human Than Human - White Zombie

Never Gonna Stop - Rob Zombie

Porcelain Heart - Opeth

The Lotus Eater - Opeth

Straight to Video - Mindless Self Indulgence

Personal Jesus - Mindless Self Indulgence

Scum of the Earth - Rob Zombie

Return of the Phantom Stranger - Rob Zombie

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of These) - Marilyn Manson

So Cold - Breaking Benjamin

Remedy - Seether

In My Remains - Linkin Park

Pins and Needles - The Birthday Massacre

The Waiting One - All That Remains

The Last Time - All That Remains

This Calling - All That Remains

Believe In Nothing - All That Remains

Days Without - All That Remains

Forever In Your Hands - All That Remains

Two Weeks - All That Remains

Coil - Opeth

7 Days to the Wolves - Nightwish

Last of the Wilds - Nightwish

The Islander - Nightwish

For the Heart I Once Had - Nightwish

Sahara - Nightwish

Whoever Brings the Night - Nightwish

Eva - Nightwish

Master Passion Greed - Nightwish

Cadence of Her Last Breath - Nightwish

Bye Bye Beautiful - Nightwish

Amaranth - Nightwish

Ghost Love Score - Nightwish

Romanticide - Nightwish

Dead Gardens - Nightwish

The Siren - Nightwish

Planet Hell - Nightwish

Wish I Had an Angel - Nightwish

Isolation Years - Opeth

Days of Wealth - Opeth

Reverie / Harlequin Forest - Opeth

Atonement - Opeth

Beneath the Mire - Opeth

The Baying of the Hounds - Opeth

Ghost of Perdition - Opeth

Falling Away From Me - Korn

Twisted Transistor - Korn

Coming Undone - Korn

Freak on a Leash - Korn

The Devil’s Rejects - Rob Zombie

The Scorpion Sleeps - Rob Zombie

Seventeen Years Locust - Rob Zombie

Burn - Rob Zombie

Werewolf, Baby! - Rob Zombie

What? - Rob Zombie

Sick Bubblegum - Rob Zombie

Jesus Frankenstein - Rob Zombie

Spookshow Baby - Rob Zombie

Demonoid Phenomenon - Rob Zombie

American Witch - Rob Zombie

Totalitarian Terror - Kreator

Satan Is Real - Kreator

Hangman - Reliqa

The Halfway Point - Reliqa

Miss Murder - AFI

Dig Up Her Bones - Misfits

Stricken - Disturbed

Eyes On Fire - Blue Foundation

Before I Forget - Slipknot

What Lies Beneath - Breaking Benjamin

White Rabbit - Egypt Central

FMLYHM - SEETHER

Toxicity - System of a Down

Snuff - Slipknot

This Could Be Love - Alkaline Trio

Nymphetamine Fix - Cradle of Filth

Wings of a Butterfly - HIM

#text post #before anyone comes in to tell me that an artist on this list is problematic #i don't care #yes i know what mar*lyn mans*n has done no it does not affect the fact that i enoy the music he's made over the years #he can eat shit and choke on it but the fight song fucking slaps

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ao3feed-petopher · 5 years

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Memento Mori

read it on AO3 at http://bit.ly/2UoIIg9

by HDHale

To save Stiles being stuck at home, isolated all summer, and stewing on his recent possession and the deaths he’d caused, he agreed to the unexpected offer of joining Chris Argent for a retreat in France.

What good Peter’s exile would do, Stiles was clueless.

Words: 16271, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Chris Argent

Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale

Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 03, Post-Nogitsune, Nogitsune Trauma, Dead Allison Argent, Peter Hale/brief and unseen other, Argent Ancestry, Murder Mystery, Mild Gore, Explicit Sexual Content, Age Difference, Stiles Stilinski is Seventeen Years Old, Stiles Stilinski is Legal, France (Country), Getting Together, Virgin Stiles Stilinski, Grief/Mourning, Fluff and Angst, unpacking all the shit these three have been through, Drinking, Food, mild eating disorder, Panic Attacks, Slow Burn, Polyamory, Possession, Happy Ending, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on AO3 at http://bit.ly/2UoIIg9

#teen wolf #petopher #chris/peter #chris argent #peter hale #ao3feed #fanfic

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ao3feed-peterstiles · 5 years

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Memento Mori

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2UoIIg9

by HDHale

What good Peter’s exile would do, Stiles was clueless.

Words: 16271, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Chris Argent

Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale

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#ao3feed #fanfic #steter #peterstiles

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barbarakaterina · 6 years

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International Fanworks Day: Feedback Fest Recs

So, this is gonna be a long one.

Harry Potter

I will always remain partial to Memento Mori, my first great love amongst fanfictions. @colubrina is go-to for well-thought-out Dramione fics (and Tomione when I’m feeling more cynical). I have a soft spot for Percy, so Irrational has a place in my heart and I will forever lament it being unfinished. And The Best Revenge is a perfect happy!Harry story, unless you really dislike Severus.

The rest is basically SSHG heaven: anything by AriadneAWS or Loten, Camerado, and for a little drama The Princess of Gryffindor and When A Lioness Fights (both are a little over the top, but who doesn’t enjoy that from time to time?). Plus my favourite shorts, Snape and Sympathy and Once More, With Feeling (a marriage law fic with a twist).

Tolkien

When I got back into Tolkien fandom, thanks largely to The Hobbit movies, the first thing I read was Skin Deep, and it’s largely owing to that that I go hooked again. What is and always will be my favourite, though, is Dancing With My Punchlines, which is a modern AU, but the awesomest modern AU that ever was. Anything else from @imindhowwelayinjune is gold as well, though. Flawed and Fair is a Glorfindel/Ecthelion must-read for everyone, and Gofi and the Balrog is my personal cutesy kidfic favourite.

Star Trek

Winds Against a Star for Uhura/Spock. I’m pretty sure there were others, but for some reason I don’t have them favourited, so...

Sherlock

Given my love for Mycroft, have As We Are, As We Were which focuses on his relationship with Sherlock.

Austen

Paradoxically enough, I tend to prefer Austen fics that are mostly or entirely silly, so: The Brighton Effect and A Matter of Secrecy.

Star Wars

There is only one rec I want to give here, the brilliant Kylux series Children, Wake Up. You probably wouldn’t expect the epic levels it reaches from the way it starts...

Teen Wolf

There’s a lot of guilty pleasures in this one. It’s all either Sterek or Steter. My fave Sterek is definitely the Searching Ceremonies series (soulmate AU, but really well thought out), but Fireman Derek’s Crazy Pie is always amusing to read. For Steter, let me put in Write Me Love Notes In Glitter Glue - I will forever weep over this being unfinished, too - and then most stuff taylorpotato writes.

Dragon Age

I’m a Solasmancer forever, so: Bread Wolf Bake You, another tragically unfinished masterpiece (and a modern AU), @theDuckPond, a modern AU that is finished and often uncomfortably close to home, Pride’s Price for a fix-it, and the amazingly thought out Unending Wake and its AU for something rather heavier.

MCU

My latest obsession. I’m all about GammaFrost and FrostIron, so Say Goodbye To Yesterday (who doesn’t like time loops?), Those Sinned Against for some dark grey morality, and Fractals Of A Criminal Mind for a perfect AU (though most of the stuff STARSdidathing writes is great).

Phew. That was exhausting. I hope I haven’t forgotten any of my faves, but to be honest it’s entirely likely...

#ifdfest #international fanworks day #feedback fest #fic recs #fanfiction

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thegalanerd · 5 years

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mm: ch 1

Sloan hobbled past Laura into the living room, ignoring the scatterings of clothes, books, and files, the bottle Sloan had demolished the night before left empty and tipped over next to the couch. Before she had disappeared, Laura had given her shit about it, called it disgusting, and offered to buy her a maid for a day. Sloan had waved her off, claiming that it would be cheaper to bribe Stiles and Scott to do it for her.

“What time is it?” Sloan muttered, and upon realizing it was nearly noon, let out a curse. “Fuck, let’s go report your murder then, I guess,” she said.

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#ocapp #fyeahocsofcolor #fyeahteenwolfocs #oc: sloan guerra #Fic: Memento Mori #Fd: Teen Wolf #this is the same ch that i posted here this summer #but yo should still go check it out

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brosura · 7 years

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memento mori (the curious case of the baker on baker street) pt. 1/4

Word Count: 3680 Rating: T probably Pairings: Prompto Argentum x Ignis Scientia Warnings: minor character death, major character death (VERY temporary)

“Ignis Scientia, young baker and private investigator’s assistant, has a peculiar gift. With a touch, he can bring the dead back to life.”

AKA the promnis pushing da*sies au no one asked for

special thanks to @danielkesslers , @schnrom , @mildlydistressedpidgeon and @tsukibeamfics for volunteering for a last minute quick read to make sure i wasn’t bein my needlessly confusin’ little self! hope y’all enjoy!!

[read part II here] [read part III here] [read part IV here] [fic on ao3]

The facts are these.

Ignis Scientia - twenty-two years, six months, three weeks and four days old, full-time baker, part-time private investigator’s assistant and generally a reasonable, logical man - is about to make the most unreasonable, illogical decision of his short and uneventfully eventful life.

To understand his peculiar circumstances, the unfortunately fortunate series of events that brought him to this moment, one must start at the beginning.

The facts were these.

Ignis Scientia - despite the oddness of his name - grew up an ordinary, average boy.

He lived in an ordinary, average house in an ordinary, average neighborhood with an ordinary, average mother. The only things not ordinary or average about him were his intelligence (“above average” as his mother liked to boast) and his choice in friends.

Friend, rather. Singular.

Prompto was the only child his age on the block and by extension, his first and dearest friend.

And as far as young Ignis was concerned, he wasn’t ordinary or average in any way.

He called him ‘Iggy,’ had a penchant for running places and climbing things, and always wore a bright yellow chocobo print kerchief around his neck. Even brighter than his accessory was his laughter, his grin as he’d drag Ignis off to do mundane things masked as noble and fantastic adventures. Together, they’d crossed the ocean (waded across a little stream), befriended a talking wolf (pet the neighbor’s dog) and raced the wind (ran together down the street).

Ignis’ favorite of these adventures was when they’d climbed the beanstalk to Neverland (scaled a tree to sit on the upper branches in the light of the setting sun). The fact that Prompto had gotten his stories mixed up, that if this was a beanstalk they should logically be in a Giant’s castle, was inconsequential, what with the way the fading light illuminated Prompto’s blond hair. Ignis wished this was some fantasy land. He wished this moment would last forever.

He didn’t realize it at the moment, but this afternoon was the first scene of the story of his first love. And if Ignis was truly an ordinary, average boy, then this first love might have grown into something bigger than the young, nervous thing it was.

Perhaps they could have grown into something more than friends, with all the ordinary, average hallmarks of a not ordinary, not average, exciting and wonderful relationship. Maybe they would have held hands longer than usual one day as teens, maybe they would have blushed. Maybe one day they would have kissed on the lips and become what people who kissed on the lips became.

Maybe.

But Ignis’ wish wasn’t granted. This wasn’t a fantasy land, and this moment had to end.

Because, after all, Ignis was less ordinary and average than he thought.

He found out how strange and extraordinary he truly was over the course of one strange and extraordinarily unfortunate night.

His mother called him in from a long day of play and they’d had a nice dinner full of light conversation before a blood vessel burst in her brain and she dropped dead on her plate.

Ignis was scared and confused, but his young brain knew what death was. His young brain didn’t know what to do in the face of it, though. So, little and alone, he did all he could think to do and touched her hand.

To his surprise, a jolt of electricity jumped between their skin and his mother sat upright, very much alive.

“Oh dear,” she’d said, wiping at the remnants of dinner that stuck to her face when she’d fallen in it. “I must have fallen asleep. Let’s get ourselves cleaned up, shall we? Your eyes are a little red, darling. Are you feeling ill? Why don’t we try to sleep early, hm?”

And so Ignis went through the night in a daze, not understanding what he’d done. He couldn’t have known what was to come.

He couldn’t have known that a minute, exactly a minute after he’d brought his mother back from the dead, Prompto’s father would take her place there. He couldn’t have known that when his mother touched him again - a kiss on the forehead to say goodnight, perhaps - there’d be another spark, like a circuit being closed, and she’d drop to the ground dead, never to be raised again.

But, unfortunately, ignorance was not bliss for young Ignis, and the fact that he couldn’t have known didn’t stop either of these things from happening.

If Ignis was an ordinary and average boy, then maybe the first time he and Prompto kissed would have been under happier circumstances. But reality found the both of them parentless and confused, found Ignis pressing his trembling lips to Prompto’s trembling forehead in a desperate attempt at comfort behind the big oak tree of the cemetery where both their parents were now buried.

That afternoon Prompto would move in with a family down the street with a last name starting with an A and Ignis’ father would send him off to boarding school.

By the time they’d said goodbye, Ignis thought he’d never see Prompto again, thought maybe he didn’t deserve to see him again.

See, it didn’t take long for him to put the pieces together, to see past the coincidence.

After all, he’d always had above average intelligence. And now, it seemed, he wasn’t average in any way at all.

The facts are these.

Ignis Scientia - now twenty-two years, six months, three weeks and three days old - has spent the better part of a decade forming as few personal attachments as possible, out of fear of what he would do when someone he loved died, out of fear of what he could do in general.

This fear had been useful in boarding school, where it had paired with his natural curiosity to ensure he’d meticulously studied the strength and range of his ability to raise the dead. The following were the fruits of his studies.

One. That he could raise the dead for sixty seconds, exactly, without consequence.

Two. That keeping anything alive past those sixty seconds would result in a nearby living being’s untimely death.

Two, subset a. That the exchange that takes place is roughly equivalent based on weight and category. (A reraised orchid only produced a dead house fern and a very tense experiment with the groundskeeper’s elderly cat yielded no dead humans, merely the demise of a particularly stubborn raccoon.)

Two, subset b. That a living thing raised by the one touch seemed to be particularly unaffected by what would be typically fatal processes. (The orchid survived a fatal fungal infection that killed all it’s brethren and to his knowledge, Sir Meow Meow lives happily to this day.)

Three. That a second touch would result in a permanent, unfixable death.

And Four. Unexpectedly, that he had a confidant and friend in another student who seemed equally reluctant on forming personal attachments.

This friendship with a certain Noctis Lucis Caelum, son of Regis Lucis Caelum of Caelum Enterprises, would result in the bakery that he owns now, a little thing on the aptly named Baker street that Noctis had helped him set up across from the Caelum Enterprises branch in this town.

A bakery where all the fruits were always fresh and full of life, having only been touched the once. The flowers on the windowsill never seemed to survive for very long, though. Ignis’ fear of what he could do with a touch may have been enough to alienate him from most of his peers, but it wasn’t enough to keep him from finding some way to use his particular set of skills. Whether the thought occurred to him in a stroke of genius or bitterness, he doesn’t know himself.

Either way, he’s not just plumping strawberries for pies anymore.

After all, this is the same bakery that finds Iris coming in with a fresh box of flowers that she sets in the windowsill before taking a seat at her usual booth. Iris had first started coming in because she had a crush on Ignis, then because she had a crush on Noctis, and now because Ignis can’t manage to keep a single flower alive and one other reason.

“Hey, so Gladdy’s coming by today,” she says as she slides into her booth. She doesn’t need to order, Ignis already has her usual - an opera cake with a single candied strawberry, stolen from the top of a vanilla profiterole - ready when he sees her walk through the door. “Just thought you should know ahead of time. This case is getting a lot of press, so he’s been kind of cranky. You know how he hates competition.”

The one other reason Iris comes by the bakery is that they share an employer; her older brother - Gladiolus Amicitia, Private Investigator - is one of the only two people who are not Ignis that know Ignis’ secret.

He’d found out one unfortunate afternoon when a “perp” he’d been chasing had slipped off the roof of the building next to where Ignis Scientia, young baker and dead-raiser, was trying to take out the garbage. Said perp had died on impact, but he also happened to bounce and impact again with Ignis, young dead-raiser and baker, which lead to a mad scramble before the sixty seconds was up.

Since that day, Gladiolus Amicitia, Private Investigator, has made it a habit to pass by The Baker on Baker Street for a profiterole (sans one candied strawberry) and a consultation. That’s what they’d started calling it for the paperwork. Iris - who was in her second year at the local high school - was on the books as ‘secretary’ and Ignis - who could raise the dead - was listed as ‘consultant.’

After all, it’s a little gruesome, but the fastest way to solve a murder is to ask the victim. Ordinary, average people can’t do this, of course.

But Ignis Scientia, young consultant and dead-raiser, most certainly can.

So when there’s a case he can’t solve on his own, Gladiolus Amicitia, Private Investigator, comes to Ignis.

“Can’t solve this one on my own,” Gladio says, after coming to Ignis. He says this between messy bites of his profiterole, looking exhausted. “Gonna need your special touch.”

“I wish you’d stop calling it that,” Ignis grumbles. “It gives the whole ordeal a… dubious kind of flavor.”

“It’s a touch. It’s special.” Gladio sounds unimpressed. “I don’t know what else to call it.”

Ignis only rolls his eyes. “And how much is my rate this time?”

“Reward money is eighty thousand gil. Don’t mind going halfsies this time.”

Forty thousand gil, and gil in general, being the main reason why Ignis continues to act as consultant. He is, after all, a practical man. A practical man who owns a bakery in a town on the smaller side, which means there are only so many birthdays and even fewer weddings, and very few young people with disposable income willing to loiter around with a slice of pie and a cup of coffee.

So forty thousand gil will most certainly go a long way in keeping The Baker on Baker Street, with all of its three regulars, afloat.

“Halfsies, then,” Ignis repeats with an amused smirk.

“What? It’s not like you’ve never said ‘halfsies’ in your life,” Gladio says, shoving the rest of the profiterole into his mouth. “I have a kid sister that I spend a lot of time with, whatever. Which reminds me, dad and Iris want me home for dinner, so let’s do this thing tomorrow.”

“Dessert before dinner, I see.”

“You know what they say about snitches,” Gladio teases, pointing a finger purposefully at Ignis, as he gets up to move towards the door.

“They end up being poked by some poor, harassed baker because a certain private investigator has decided to stop upholding the illusion that he can investigate anything.”

“Ouch,” Gladio deadpans. “Well, can I count on you to meet me tomorrow? Gonna be at the funeral home this time.”

“The one with that ugly little man who steals from all those poor dead people, I’m assuming. You really know how to show someone a good time.”

“Hey, give a guy a break,” Gladio laughs, flipping the sign on the door to closed for Ignis. “This is a work function, isn’t supposed to be fun.”

“Well then, do be sure to dress like it this time.”

“Hey, I already told you: Iris was doing the laundry.”

“Yes,” Ignis says, raising an eyebrow. “I’m sure that poor family that had to walk in on you, shirtless, while mourning their deceased loved one thought that was a perfect and acceptable explanation.”

And here is where the story truly begins.

The facts were these.

Resting in the Fun in Funeral Funeral Home on the opposite side of town was one body now known by the recently popularized moniker, The Lonely Tourist.

He was young, a twenty-one-year-old man with a boyish, innocent face that was easy for the press to get attached to. He was also found dead in the ocean, the victim of an apparent but mysterious murder on a cruise ship bound to Altissia - a cruise ship that he was traveling on alone (hence the Lonely) - all of which made it even easier for the press to get attached to him.

So it shouldn’t have been possible for Ignis Scientia, now twenty-two years, six months, three weeks and four days old, to not have seen anything about him - not a picture, not a single word of his name - in the news.

And yet, somehow, that is exactly what happened.

So when Ignis and Gladio arrive and are ushered into the room of one Argentum, P., Ignis feels his world freeze at the familiar shade of blond peeking out from inside the open coffin as the pieces fall into place at once.

Argentum, P.

Prompto had moved into a family whose last name started with an A.

He feels himself inching closer, bit by bit, until he can see the face on the body, can see that this is Prompto, that this is his Prompto. It’s been a decade, and the freckles across the bridge of his nose have multiplied in that time, but he’s familiar enough to be recognizable. Familiar enough that Ignis remembers the sunset perched in the trees, the kiss he’d pressed to that trembling forehead behind the oak tree at the cemetery back home.

“Something wrong?” he hears Gladio say. “Oughtta hurry it up, funeral party’s gonna be taking him out soon.”

“I…” Ignis breathes. “I knew him.”

“Oh, oh shit,” Gladio hisses. “Shit, I’m sorry Ignis.”

“It’s not your fault,” Ignis says, feeling distant from himself as he stares at the pale face of his first friend and first love. “You couldn’t have known. It’s been years, I thought-”

He cuts himself because he doesn’t know what he thought. He’d tried very hard not to think about Prompto, no matter how often the nostalgia crept in whenever he missed his mother and his friend and his home. He’d only wished that Prompto was safe.

It’s too much to wish for now.

“Ignis.” Gladio cuts through his grief with a firm hand on his shoulder. “We’re gonna catch the guy that did this. That’s why we’re here, right?”

“Right,” Ignis manages to say. “Of course.”

“Listen, I’m gonna leave you alone on this one, ok?” Gladio says. Despite the gruffness of his voice, Ignis can tell he’s trying to be gentle. “You say what you need to say, but don’t forget that we gotta bring whoever did this to justice. For his sake.”

“Right, of course. Thank you.”

The words come out of his mouth but it doesn’t feel like he’s saying them, more that mindless feeling from repeating those fancy phrases from all those etiquette classes he and Noctis used to sit through.

“I’ll be out here,” he hears Gladio say, one last time, before the door closes with a gentle click.

He has to take a few breaths before he feels ready to do it, has to remind himself to set the timer on his watch to sixty seconds.

He thinks, for a moment, about where to touch.

It had never really mattered for any of the other people, it was just whatever was the most convenient. The part of him that remembers the Prompto at sunset thinks the lips, but the part of him that remembers the Prompto behind the oak tree in the cemetery thinks the forehead where you kissed him and that is the part of him that wins. It’s fitting in a way, he thinks.

But he doesn’t have time to ponder as to why because as soon as his fingers make gentle contact with Prompto’s forehead he’s punched squarely in the stomach.

It’s a good, solid hit, and one that leaves him reeling long enough that Prompto has time to climb out of the coffin and arm himself with the nearest metal folding chair.

“Listen!” Prompto’s nearly yelling, his voice cracking because of both the fear and the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. “Listen, I don’t know what you want, but-!”

“Prompto!” Ignis manages to groan. He’s keeping himself at a distance, not wanting to get hit again, but he’s got his arms up in a placating gesture. “Prompto, it’s just me!”

“Iggy?” Prompto says, his fearful expression turning into a shaky grin, tears welling up at the edges of his eyes. “Iggy, is that you?”

“It’s me,” Ignis says, smiling in spite of everything. It’s been so long since he’s heard Prompto’s voice, heard Prompto calling him Iggy. “It’s me, Prompto.”

“Iggy, holy shit!” Prompto’s grin widens, and he drops the chair to swipe furiously at his eyes. “Holy shit, you’re so tall now! What are you even doing here?” he asks, then seems to realize where he is. Or, at the very least, that it is unfamiliar. “What am I even doing here? Where am- Is that a coffin?”

“Ah,” is all Ignis can think to say, because that is very much a coffin.

“Oh man, I’m dead, aren’t I?” Prompto drags a hand through his hair as he surveys the room with wide eyes. It doesn’t seem to be a question he wants answered, more something he needs to say to himself. “I thought it was a dream. So what is this? Am I like a ghost now? Wait, Ignis, are you a ghost? Dude, what happened to-?”

“You’re alive, Prompto,” Ignis interrupts, hands raised. He flinches and amends with, “For now, that is. I can, ah, I can bring back someone who’s dead by touching them.”

“You can?!” Prompto shouts before he can finish. “Is that new? That’s gotta be new!”

“It’s not new,” Ignis says around a laugh, in spite of everything. “But it’s, well. It’s a temporary arrangement, so to speak, so, ah-”

“It’s not permanent, I get it,” Prompto finishes. He’s smiling, but it doesn’t feel right. His eyes shine too brightly. “I’m alive, but I’m not supposed to be, I get it. So, uh, how long do I have?”

“Until I touch you again, in… twenty-five seconds. Then there’s no waking you, ever,” Ignis sighs. “Prompto, I wish it didn’t have to be like this, but please, do you know who did this to you?”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t,” and he really does look sorry. As if he’s somehow to blame for this. “It all happened so fast! And someone put a plastic bag over my head? I really don’t know.”

“That’s alright, it’s fine, Prompto,” Ignis reassures. He wants to touch him, to comfort him, but he’s afraid of what will happen. He’s still not ready. “I promise you, I’ll bring them to justice.”

“That’s cool and all, but don’t push yourself, Iggy.” Prompto smiles again, but it’s all wrong now, it feels like a lie. “And thanks. I, um, I’m happy to see you again, even if it was only for a little. I’m glad that this time the last thing I see is going to be you.”

Ignis only nods. He doesn’t trust himself with words.

“So, uh, can I pick where you touch me this time?” Prompto laughs, sheepish, as he approaches Ignis. “‘Cause you know I wondered from time to time, after dad’s funeral, what a k-kiss from you would be like. Like a real one. So, like, not to pressure you or anything and you can say no, but wanna be my last kiss?”

Ignis laughs. The watch ticks away on his wrist. Five seconds. “I’d be honored.”

And that is how the final chapter of Prompto’s life is supposed to end.

But it doesn’t, because this is the precise moment that Ignis - twenty-two years, six months, three weeks and four days old, full-time baker, part-time private investigator’s assistant and generally a reasonable, logical man - makes the most unreasonable, illogical decision of his short and uneventfully eventful life.

He has three seconds as he leans in to kiss Prompto - hands folded behind his back because he has already decided what he wants, whether he knows it or not - and he uses them to hesitate. It’s only a moment, it should have been inconsequential, but he imagines a world where Prompto is alive and happy. Imagines that something as selfish as choosing Prompto over some stranger wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

It’s such a short fantasy, but it’s long enough that his three seconds are up, and the timer on his watch goes off in a series of shrill beeps.

The two of them jump apart at the noise, and Ignis feels his heart drop and jump all at once. A deep and fearful guilt, then a contradictory kind of relief. The sixty seconds were up. Someone would be dead by now anyway.

He doesn’t have to touch Prompto again.

Prompto can stay with him. Prompto can live again.

“On second thought,” he starts. Prompto blinks at him in confusion. “Want to try your hand at playing dead?”

“Oh, woops?” - Ignis

anyway, hope y’all enjoyed! pls lmk how y’all felt i love to experience emotions

#ffxv #promnis #prompto x ignis #ignis x prompto #my fic #i'm afraid this is gonna show up in the main tag bc i used everyone's full names like 30 times #but i will risk it #don't want to post it on ao3 yet bc i don't want my subscribers to log in to see like PSYCH A NEW UNCOMPLETEd WIP

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