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starrclown · 4 months

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☆ Redesign Time/Have Tea With Me: The Black Characters of Hazbin Hotel, The Radio Demon ☆

Note: Okay I kinda feel like a cheat because it isn't a whole redesign, it's just two sketchy headshots. Sorry it's not a full design. Sorry also it isn't my Stolitz Rewrite... but I have 10 followers now!! I know that's not alot but hey, it means people actually WANT to read these blogs and see my art. I'll take it!!)

Ahoy Matey's!! So there has been two controversies going on withing the Hazbin Hotel fandom. 1 has been long term while the other is semi recent.

Have tea with me while we talk about it 🫖🍵:

1. The black/people of color don't have any features of their race.

2. Alastor's voodoo symbols.

I will not be talking about Alastor's voodoo. I am a white boy and I am not educated enough to talk about Voodoo. What I'm here to talk about is that none of the poc look like poc. Let's play another game. What is the race of these characters:

Have your guess? Their black. Sera is black, Velvette is black, and Alastor is Creole. All are black and or mixed and none of them have any ethnic features. All of them are gray. (I'm just saying it's sad when me, a white boy that has 2c/3a hair, has curlier hair then people with textured hair.)

(Also, Alastor, who is not a good guy but is the good guy team, is light gray. Velvette, who is on the villains side, is dark gray. I'm not accusing Viv of being racist but I find it weird.)

The problem is so easy to fix. GIVE THEM ETHNIC FEATURES!! ITS SO EASY!! No one's expecting you to draw every individual braid or dreadlock but oh my god!! Give them textured hair! Or I don't know, NOT ASHY GRAY SKIN!! BLACK PEOPLE ARE BEAUTIFUL VIV!! YOU CAN MAKE THEM BROWN ITS OKAY I SWEAR!! Sorry that got aggressive. Look, I just said that I am not a poc but there's no way they don't have black people on the SpindleHorse team. Hell, you can just ask people on Twitter or the black people you know!! Seriously, it's not hard to learn to draw ethnic features! It's really fun actually! I had so much fun drawing the second hairstyle!! Speaking if which!! (Drum noises)

Drawing these hairstyles were so fun yall. Andddddd, you get a sneak peak at what my Alastor redesign might look like! If you can tell what I'm going for then you get a cookie. Dude the second hairstyles was so fun. Like honestly. I do think I can do the first hairstyle, (I think I know the nameof this hairstyle but I don't want to be wrong.), better but thats for me to practice on my own time. Seriously I had so much fun drawing these. Hell I didn't even line them. Those are sketches with colors. These aren't final designs or anything, I still need to adjust colors and get his outfit planned out but I think I know where I'm going with this!!

The hairstyles I used:

It's just really sad seeing how SpindleHorse treats its poc characters. Textured hair can come in so many different types and hairstyles, you just wasting them making have straight hair with choppy waves. (Side note: Does anyone else like get excited when they draw new things? Like I was happy drawing Al's hair. I got excited learning how to draw my curls. I tried learning how to draw a hijab. It's really fun actually!! I highly suggest to challenge yourself drawing other types of hair types, races, religions, clothing. Seriously it helps your art and representation is important.)

There were other examples I couldn't list but I don't want this to be long. I want to get back to my Stolitz post but I HAD to draw Alastor with textured hair. Seriously Viv, he's Creole, at least make him look like it if your not even going to try and make him look like what he's described.

I have about 60% of the Stolitz post done! I encourage you to draw something new and to commit mass amounts of tax fraud!! Goodbye Matey's!!

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

#artwork #digital art #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #hazbin hotel art #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel redesign #HIS HAIR WAS SO FUN YALL!!

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bpcr3yes · 1 year

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hellorr, just lately i've been reading a lot of avatar modern headcanons, so i felt like writing some!

all the headcanons here are what i think the blue aliens would look like as humans (some make a lot of sense in my head)

first of all, english is not my native language so if there is any confusing sentence I'm sorry

AVATAR MODERN HEADCANONS

Neteyam is black, EVERYONE KNOWS THAT! he has the same skin color as his mother, and he has dreadlocks that hit a little above his shoulder, and he's a tall guy.

hes a mamas boy, he can cook, clean house, fix things (because after all, he is the oldest all the load of the younger ones is on him.)

AND he is a super gentlemanly guy, he always has a kind smile on his face and is liked by many people

HE IS ALSO A LADYS MAN, how many women do rain on this man, he sure is kind to all of them, I bet he flirts with some even, gives a little kiss there but never anything serious! he would be a great date.

Lo'ak is a light skin, everybody knows how similar he is to his father, I believe he also has dreadlocks but a little bigger than neteyam since he likes to tie them!

he always tries to show his worth to jake but it always comes off as an idiot, i think he would be the kind of guy who is smart but is too lazy for that(i have a kin in this man

he thinks people hate him because whenever he walks through the halls everyone starts staring and whispering at him

he LOVES teasing kiri, after all she is his favorite sister (he will NEVER admit it out loud) he also likes to make fun of tuk

he stares at tsireya like a hungry animal (don't get me wrong) he only realizes he is drooling when the people around him start laughing at him

he is a dramatic man

Kiri she is white and has red hair because grace was white and red hair too.

she believes in signs and always asks neytiri to buy rose quartz for her

a mother of plants

she who provides the trinkets for the family to use in their hair

She's always wearing eyeliner, and she still believes she can't live without it.

SHE ALSO HAS WOLFCUT

is always gossiping with tsireya, and when she with lo'ak lets out a "gross"

TUK is the copy of her mother, among all the genes she has, she pulled neytiri on everything!

she is a little black girl who has her hair in several different hairstyles every day!

she loves roblox but something tells me jake wouldn't let her spend too much time on the ipad because she's too young to be addicted to video games

she is also mamas girl

she loves all her brothers but she has a greater affection with neteyam, after all he is always taking care of her

she always tells jake when loak is bothering her

and she feels bad after jake pulls loak's ear.

she loves popoyo

Tsireya is a light ski nanned , she's a sweet person but don't take her seriously, she automatically becomes a version of her mother

she LOVES decorating gel nails, or just nails, it doesn't matter how long your nails are, she always finds a way to make her beautiful

is always playing with tuk

no one knows but she LOVES flirting with lo'ak because she knows he's a fool for her and is embarrassed by everything

is always hitting on aonung when he says something stupid

she is also a my melody collector!

Aonung is quite tanned but still a light skin, is always surfing or pestering someone

he is that kind of clueless friend who says something that is offensive in 8 different countries( and it also offends many minorities )

he can be a sweetheart whenever he wants

if you say anything offensive to tsireya or roxto he immediately was to hate you for the rest of his life

if you find him in a corner with his homies, you can be sure he was gossping about the sullys

ROXTO, he is the blackest of all (apart from tuk obvs)

he's a sweetheart, he's that kind of friend who knows the whole school

he is an average student but excels in the arts

he loves to make bracelets

he's cute, and I believe he catches the attention of several women too

he and lo'ak are besties ok

SPIDER let me tell you about our white boy

he is a darling 😭

neytiri hates him because he is american(?) (shes latina okay)

he is scared to death of neytiri because he knows she hates his father

he has a HUGE crush on kiri i swear he is a simp for her

he and loak are trouble together but who said they care about that?

he used to be very close with jake when he was younger but neytiri cut that line

I'm sure he also has several women after him.

this is the end! it's my first time writing on tumblr, if it's bad sorry

#avatar way of water #atwow modern au #modern avatar #neteyam x reader #loak x tsireya #avatar loak #tsireya #kiri avatar #aonung #roxto avatar #tuk sully #neytiri #modern #headcanons #avatar modern headcanons #avatar the way of water

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clumsiestgiantess · 4 months

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Part two of the poll story; choice D!

D) Slide them onto the counter for a better look. What even..? They looked kinda human.

Abruptly, you stand up off your seat. A strange mix of confusion and curiosity flits through your chest as you briskly wander over to a table nearby. You can hear little scratches inside the box — scraping and skittering like a small animal. With one hand on the package’s opening and one on its side, you shake out its contents onto the wooden surface.

The being — as well as several crumbs and a half-eaten snack — tumbles onto the counter and rolls to a stop a foot or so away. In moments it jumps back upright in one swift movement. You can see it.. them fully now, and you can’t help but stare. His top half is bare — wearing nothing but a crafted tactical belt with various bulging pockets, draped diagonally over his chest. The tips of his pointed ebony ears poke up just past his head. Dreadlocks cascade down his shoulders, giving him an even wilder appearance. However, his lower half is something else entirely. White brown-spotted fur covers him from the waist down, and his legs take the shape of a mouse's or rat's. Even a tail trails after him, curled fearfully around himself.

What did you just find? He’s.. kind of human? Slightly? He acts like it — standing on two little legs glancing fearfully around the open space of the tabletop. “S- Sorry for eating your things. I'll just… go.” In an instant, he whirls around and dashes to the edge of the table, expertly sliding down its leg to the floor.

Do you: A) Rush to stop him! You don't want him running rampant through your house!

B) Peer down at him as he slides down the table leg and say: “Sorry but, what are you?”

C) Yell “Wait! You don't have to run; I won't hurt you!” in an attempt to stop him.

D) You’re too stunned by his appearance to do anything but watch him rush across the floor, squeeze beneath a shelf, and disappear.

here he is :)

Choice D was the only choice to fully reveal what this guy looks like! (can’t tell you his name, you haven’t unlocked that yet) So I’ll let you see his reference sheet before I put his name on it

#can’t wait to see how this story progresses!#g/t #giant/tiny #poll story

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enniyart · 10 months

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Dromura lovekids designs

I live in AU where Draal and Nomura both stay alive and move to new jersey with other trolls. Some time later they get married and mix their living stones together. While the stone is growing, they are working through their mental traumas and misunderstandings, preparing to become parents (who would have thought that thirty years would pass so quickly with these classes). None of them could know in advance exactly how many children they would have. Maybe two? Of three?? But one day they become parents of seven children - six daughters and one son (I think it's very cute) . Unexpectedly, but nothing can be changed here. For an midblood assassin spy and a troll-killing machine, being parents was not easy, but who said they would give up at the sight of difficulties? Hah, they're both too stubborn. The children inherited their father's hot-tempered nature, their mother's good taste in music and a craving for adventures on their stone asses from both parents. Of course, they found their vocation in different crafts and it was reflected in their appearance, as you can see. I also have an idea that some time later, Balustra, Draal's mother, moved to a New Stone Heart and began spending part of her time with her son's family. In addition to useful things like the use of weapons and the geography of the old world, she taught her grandchildren how to trade and the girls tried to sell their brother in the market. /it was a bad idea because everyone except grandma was punished, but it was fun/

Can you imagine a creep situation in which they all start whistling together "In the hall of the mountain king"? Their father doesn't have to imagine it. /Sorry, Draal//not sorry hehe/

The dynamics in which the daughters inherit the physique of the father, and the son looks just like his mother?? I'm totally in love with that. Also I think that Dramur have similar fighting style as Nomura but instead of khopesh he uses a jade axe or spear /I didn't decide it yet/

And their human! versions. I am of the opinion that Draal is a black guy with white dreadlocks was in human form so he and Nomura would have lovely blasian kids^^ Btw all of my friends fell in love with human!Marble :) And who is your fav?

Thanks amazing Tench for permission to use and develop this idea!

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #trollhunters fanart #zelda nomura #miss nomura #draal #draal the deadly #nomuratrollhunters #trollhunters draal #draal x nomura #toa draal #dromura #dreamworks #netflix #art #lovekids #dromura lovekids

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souryogurt64 · 7 months

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The way you talked about mcr fans jumping on Frank for his lizard comments reminds me a lot of kpop fandom tbh. When you whip a (very young. Very intense) fandom into a frenzy with say. A reunion tour and then go cold turkey on them, they’re probably going to loose their minds. And in that process they can turn on either eachother or you. Usually both. Whether or not what Frank/lsdunes did was right (I don’t think it was tbh), the fans were more or less a ticking time bomb from the end of the tour until now. (And it probably would’ve been Frank anyway since he’s doing the lsdune stuff anyway) I see it in kpop when big groups go in long hiatuses. Fans get bored and go looking for something to tear apart.

Yeah franks instagram comment was antisemitic and doubling down on it was worse but ive been in bandom for 10yrs and every year frank does something racist or otherwise on social media and doubles down on it and everyone forgets about the 10 other times and loses it and like cmon guys he is a white guy who had dreadlocks idk what u expect

Also yeah this is my first time ive ever experienced a fob-mcr fandom rivalry, i think it stems from resentment that fob fans are getting an album when for the past 1100 days mcr has been like “its, uh, tomorrow!”

Before it was like okay its “til tour” then it was “til covid ends” then it was “til tour 2” then it was “til tour is over” then it was “til they have studio time booked” and now its been almost a year since they supposedly had studio time booked and i think people are finally like yeah there isnt an album and there never was

theres a lot about ls dunes that makes this worse imo but yeah

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starry-nights12 · 9 months

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Whenever Jinx fought the Firelights she didn't want to hurt Ekko. She especially didn't want to kill him.

Instead, she made a doll of him in his Firelight get-up. She would throw the doll, stomp on it, stab it, or even shoot it to let her anger and frustration out.

Now that they've reconciled and are friends again, she remade the Ekko doll.

His hair is made from thick, white wools of yarn. His hourglass symbol was etched onto a bullet casing for his dreadlock cuff.

She sewed brown buttons for his eyes. She painted his face paint and used a marker for his smile. She drew his symbol on his apron with two blue and pink hearts.

It sits on her bed and she likes snuggling with it at night while she goes to sleep. She also has some polaroids on her dresser where she drew hearts around him.

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Rock music lightly played on her record player.

Jinx sat on her bed and leaned against the headboard and ate fruit chews. She held the doll up while she admires her handy work.

"You're so cute. It's nice to finally say that to you." Her finger twirled around its hair.

"Although, the real guy is better. His eyes are beautiful. You're just a mini version of him. A mini Ekko...little man..." She gasped softly. "A mini man!" She beamed and then giggled.

"He's really cool. He's so smart and nice to me." She simpered at the thought of her best friend.

"He's also pretty and dreamy and handsome. I want us to be boyfriend-girlfriend type of friends. But he's my friend-friend. So, I can't really tell him all this." She repeatedly tossed the doll in the air and caught it.

"Mylo keeps teasing me, Claggor and Vander hardly say anything," She stopped tossing the doll.

"Silco hates Ekko. He loves me but he thinks I'm wasting my time..." A frown appeared as she stared at her lap.

I made the right choice, right? Coming here. He asked me to stay. He wanted me to.

I was just tired of being alone. I just wanted a friend and I missed him a whole lot.

"Things can be different."

"We won't know if things can turn out better if we don't try,"

That's what he said. Everything's been going great so far. I want to believe him but-

She scoffed softly and shook her head. This wasn't about them now. She was having a little fun before her downer thoughts crept into her brain.

"Sorry about that," She smiled sheepishly. "But anyway, you're nice. You're like the regular Ekko only that you don't talk. Your likeness is almost the same but not quite,"

She cracked a grin and held its stubby arm. "For starters, I can't replicate those biceps. Regular Ekko is a total hunk. I mean,hubba hubba!" She giggled, tossing the toy in the air.

She nearly dropped it when she heard a knock. "Hey, Jinx. You got a minute?"

Ekko.

Her heart wanted to sprout wings and flutter out of her chest. It wanted to meet face-to-face with the person responsible for causing it to feel this way.

Even though it was perfectly fine, she smoothed her hand over her hair. She wanted to make it neat just in case.

"I got hours!" She called. "I gotta go, mini man. The real one is here." She whispered. She adjusted the orange scarf around its neck and then kissed its cheek.

She hid the doll in the closet and then hid the polaroids in her nightstand drawer. She scanned her room to double-check for any missed Ekko-related memorabilia.

If that bomb didn't kill her, the embarrassment of him ever finding out about these things will surely finish her off.

She curtly nodded to herself when everything was cleared then opened the door.

"Got hours?" He chuckled heartily. "I like that. That's really good."

"Hm. Well, when you hang around a loser who has a magic stopwatch and makes time puns then it starts to rub off on ya." She smirked.

UPDATE: Read on AO3!

#timebomb #ekkojinx #jinx #ekko #firelight jinx #arcane #my post #I forgot she made the Claggor doll so this idea popped into my head #All I can think about is the doll scene in Coraline and that music playing as Jinx sews the new Ekko doll #This ended so abruptly😭 Heimerdinger asked her if they wanted to(INSERT NERD THING HERE) with him and Ekko #And Jinx is like-“Uh...HELL YEAH I DO!!!”#This was so fun to write omg😭🥰❤️#my headcanons #my writing

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melumieretwin · 1 year

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Just saw Avatar The Way of Water… honestly the only bad thing about this movie is the number of people saying shit about it… that movie had everything… I’m so tired of people arguing about damn dreadlocks and white saviour thrope… white colonozers are literally the bad guys? Indigenous cultures were harmfully appropriated???? what the fuck r u even sayin? This is all made up? Made up blue people and made up planet? Of course james cameron took inspiration from the horrible shit that has been done to native people, that’s like the whole point of avatar? To show us that humans are essentially giant piece of shit? Nooo let’s be actually angry with serious face that some blue aliens are played by non-indeginenous people - what culture exactly they are cosplaying that u are so angry about? I know there are similar things and lot of it is based on maori but again, ITS MADE UP!!! The whole movie I had no idea that tsahik of a water clan was fucking Kate Winslet and u know why? Cuz u cant fucking tell!!!

And it’s done beautifully, why can we just enjoy escaping to another fictional universe? I also feel like we don’t give enough credit to actors… this shit they do is like whole new level of acting, no costumes, minimum of props, they have to imagine everything and it has to be so so hard..

Seems like all we are good at these days is to talk shit about another people’s work..

#avatar #avatar 2 #the way of water #avatar the way of water

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daidonzo · 1 year

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Chapter 28 - Remember me, love [Chishiya x Reader]

"We need to move them behind a car." Arisu grabbed you by your amrs, forcefully separating you from Chishiya. Your bloody hands. Your mouth dry as dust. Your cheeks wet with tears. "Listen to me, he will be fine. But we can't go any further unless we beat the King of Spades."

You just stared at him, eyes empty. You knew the words that were coming out of his mouth, knew what they meant. But you didn't understand them.

"You have to…" That was a voice that, for you, could even reanimate the dead, so it definitely could pull you out from the darkest corners of your mind. Your eyes went from Arisu to Chishiya. Usagi had placed him behind a car, his back resting against it. His face pale, his white jacket full of crimson red blood. "Beat the remaining games. Then we will return to the real world."

"I don't want to leave you." Just the thought of it made you sick.

"I promise you I will still be here when you return." It seemed like every single word he managed to utter was extenuating him further and further, so you just simply nodded, not wanting him to speak more.

"Don't die." You whispered, nearly choking on the pain of saying those words. He simply chuckled, looking lovingly at you.

You wished there could have been more. A kiss, a hug. Holding hands. But there couldn't be. If your skin came in contact with his, you would never leave. You took a long breath.

You clenched your fists, set your jaw and turned to Arisu who had been silently watching the exchange. You had to continue, you had to clear the game. That's the task that came with surviving, that's what was fair. "Let's go."

Players were already coming towards Shibuya, just as you and Chishiya had done earlier.

Usagi, Arisu and you run, crouching behind vehicles every time you heard a shot, which was roughly once every couple of minutes. The remaining players looked terrified, and most of them were screaming. Two of them didn't, though.

You focused your eyes on them. They were still far, but you could have sworn one of them was wearing a blue bikini top and had dreadlocks in her hair.

"Kuina!" You screamed, forgetting about the fact that you didn't want to attract attention to yourselves. She ran to you, with Ann, who you were also relieved to see.

But Kuina was the second most important person for you in the Borderlands.

You didn't say anything when she was finally standing in front of you, and just hugged her unceremoniously, clumsily, seeing as you were both squatting behind a car.

"Where's Chishiya?" She asked when you let go of each other. You could see the worry on her eyes.

"He'll be fine. He got hurt, but he is safe." You answered way too quickly. Your friend looked at you, at your face. She knew you were lying. But she must have understood why you had to lie.

It was impossible that no one could get a glimpse of the storm that was going on inside of you.

"Let's defeat the King of Spades." She said, simply, determined.

More shots.

A guy running in front of you dropping to the floor, six or seven bullet wounds in his torso.

You all got out of there, trying to put some distance between you and the King of Spades.

It was the first time you saw him. It was a tall man, muscular but still lean, his face covered by a mask. He was also wearing a dark cape with a hood, as well as other military attire.

You hid behind a big van. If he was so close, there was no point trying to run. You had to hope he would just go away after believing no one was left in the area.

A car suddenly came out of nowhere and run over the man. There was a big explosion as the vehicle hit another, and you could feel the warmth of it on one side of your face, close as you were.

You were all leaving your hiding spots. Not just Arisu, Kuina, Ann and you, but also other players who had thought of the same strategy. Was he dead? He must have been. Or at least very hurt.

A young man started to celebrate. He threw both arms above his head, looking at the sky and screamed. "We did it! We did it, yes, we finally…!" His sentence was interrupted by a figure getting out of the cars in flames. The King of Spades.

He took off his cape, then he unmasked. He revealed a bald head and a horribly scarred face. He was also blind from his left eye, judging by the fact that it was milky white.

You didn't have any more time to examine him, as he proceeded to shoot everyone around him.

Again.

"His clothes must be fireproof!" You screamed to your friends, running away. "Let's hide in some building, we need to come up with a plan!"

You were hidden in the entrance of a shopping mall when you heard a voice you knew quite well, if only because he had been the cause of the first murderous rampage you had experienced.

"He is going to have to recharge soon."

"Aguni!?" You looked in the direction the voice had come from. And there he was, as if he had not taken Niragi with him into a burning building and taken three or four bullets to the chest right before it.

What was it with this land and people coming back from near-death experiences?

That made you think of Chishiya. If Aguni and Niragi were still alive (you really hope the latter wasn't, but the devil looks after his own) there was no reason to believe he couldn't be as well.

The Beach's boss was standing next to a beautiful-looking girl with long dark hair, holding a bow and an arrow. She was missing a leg, and was wearing a running blade instead. Her name, according to Arisu, who apparently recognized her, was Heiya.

"He's still just a human, he's not omnipotent." Aguni continued. You had thought that he was, plenty of times before. "He can't keep firing forever. He needs to reload. It's coming from the blimp."

"We've got weapons." Arisu said, looking at the gun he was still holding.

You looked at your empty hands. At Usagi's, at Kuina's. Ann was holding a very small pistol. Running-blade girl had her bow, and Aguni had another big gun.

It would have to do.

"Actually, I have this." Kuina got something out of the back pocket of her jeans. Chishiya's bomb. You didn't have yours any longer, but could attest they worked.

Technically, no, because you had lost consciousness before actually seeing it in use. But whatever.

"It's an ANFO bomb." You said, Chishiya had explained it to you once. "It has kerosene in it. It won't make too much of an explosion, but can be dangerous at close range."

"There's a drugstore in there." Arisu pointed to a building somewhere close. "We could close it and fill it with fumes from aerosols. Then, the explosion can be amplified."

You decided to try that plan. It was the only thing you had.

Heiya, Ann, Kuina, Usagi, Aguni and you would lure the King of Spades towards the pharmacy, getting him first through a narrow alley so that the zeppelin couldn't send him any more ammo. Arisu, meanwhile, would use every available aerosol to fill it completely with gas, and then blow it up. He thought that maybe he could survive the explosion, since it was just a second floor.

A maybe was better than nothing.

Chaos ensued.

There was, however, nothing you could do other than watch, sweat nervously, bite your lips and watch again. You had a big piece of wood that you were holding with both your hands.

The King of Spades was fighting against Kuina, Heiya, Ann, Aguni and Usagi. And you, you had to remind yourself. It was not a beautiful battle, in which you could see everything that happened, like when you read it in a book or saw it in a movie.

There was only confusion, and so much noise it would make anybody go absolutely mad.

Screams and grunting were mixed with the sound of guns shooting, of people being hit, of you swinging your weapon against the King and hitting him in the ribs once, before you ducked behind a vending machine, using the precious few seconds it took him to regain his breath.

And then Heiya being shot a million times.

You wanted to cry out something. But you were not able to speak. You noticed there was also blood on you. Had you been shot? You had, but the bullet had merely touched you on the side of your trunk. It was painful, but not too much.

And Heiya was dead.

You had read it in those violent medieval fantasy books of yours Chishiya had made fun of you for liking. The first person of the group dying would affect morale. You would stop thinking rationally and would let emotions overrule you. The King of Spades would murder you all.

So you were not surprised when Ann was shot, either.

Or when Kuina was stabbed.

You wished you could have been, but you weren't.

But you owed it to your friends. To them.

You grabbed your wooden stick, holding it over your head with both hands. You were like a little child, playing games in the garden during a friend's birthday party, pretending to be a knight with a wooden sword.

The white knight of the Borderlands.

You charged towards the enemy, screaming something. You didn't know what it was.

You hit him, in whichever place you could.

You saw the knife sticking out of your arm first.

Then out of your chest. Your hand, your stomach.

You didn't know if you were screaming that you yielded or if you were insulting him.

It didn't matter.

Someone, something took him from on top of you.

You were left there, on your back, bleeding out on the pavement. Knowing you were about to die. About to face your greatest fear. Tears were running down your cheeks, washing the blood, and the dirt, and the sweat away.

You vowed to never cry again, if you would survive this.

Only you knew you wouldn't.

You were almost thankful when everything turned black, only one thought on your mind.

Chishiya.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Bombs.

No, not bombs.

Fireworks.

You saw them in the sky, it was night now. And familiar arms were around you.

"I was hoping… You would wake up."

Chishiya's voice. You turned your heard, suddenly, experiencing a jolt of pain while doing it. You would have done it again, because there he was. His face. Pale, withered, but still alive.

What were you doing here?

He must have understood your confusion, because he explained. "Arisu… Brought you. They did it. You did it."

You heard it. The voice from the games. "Now all surviving players will be given a choice. Please select whether you will accept permanent residence in this land or if you will not accept it."

"We won?" You asked, your voice nothing but a faint gurgling noise. Your mouth full of blood.

"We won."

"I don't want it. I want to go back home."

You weren't sure you could make the trip back.

You could pretend.

"I don't want it either."

You looked at Chishiya. You were crying again. Was there any more liquid left in your body?

"Promise me you will always remember me." You meant it as a dying wish.

"I promise."

Everything went back to black.

#chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya x reader #chishiya fanfic #chishiya angst #chishiya #chishiya x you #chishiya x y/n #chishiya fic #chishiya aib #aib chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya alice in borderland #shuntaro chishiya #shuntaro chishiya x reader #Spotify #as much as you want

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sknmannn · 8 months

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Splatoon oc shiz again~

Just putting it out here, all of my OCs are off different sub species of inklings/octolings inspired by real species!

Gyaru and Ane

The sisters are of a firefly squid x spear squid mix. They do in fact have glow marks only visible at night as well as having more pointy longer and narrower ears than a normal inkling would.

Their squid form looks normal…except the fact that their mantles are elongated making them look larger and narrower than standard.

Juuni

He’s an albino california two-spot octopus. While it is visible that he’s albino with his eye mask being white due to lack of melanin, the two spots are located on his upper back as tattoos shaped like eyes.

His octopus form is also pretty normal, only thing that’s different is that he’s pretty much white and the spots are visible on each side of his head.

Tag

He’s a coconut octopus. His tentacles are relatively curly, even his sideburns are curled up. Though he’s currently rocking the dreadlocks so you don’t get to see his curly tentacles in full glory :(

BUT, his octopus form does show his curly tentacles in full glory so that’s a plus!

Natsu

He’s a blue-ringed octopus. The tip of his tentacles have a slight blu-ish tint to it, along with a more blu-ish tint on the rings/spots on the tentacles.

However when aggressive, Natsu’s tentacles take on a more bright and vibrant blue, his iris will take be visible from a white/transparent to a blue-to-yellow gradient.

His fingertips will also have a blue gradient to it with faint blue veins running through his arms and neck. Not to worry though, Natsu’s relatively docile even though his ass is supposed to eat his damn mandatory suppressing medication that neutralises his venom in his saliva and weakening his muscles and aggressive thoughts

(A HC of mine where species of a venomous and/or aggressive nature are given mandatory suppressants to protect the rest of the citizens of the Splatoon world)

Natsu’s octopus form would just be the standard octo aquatic form but with blue tints to his tentacles and rings.

(WOW THAT IS A LOT OF THE WORD “BLUE” )

Ryōmen and his brothers

Ever wonder why the Yakumans are so fucking huge when you saw the height chart on my other posts? Well here’s your answer: they’re Humbolt squids.

Other than the massive size, they have razor sharp teeth as well as small tiny teeth inside of their suction cups.

Like Natsu, they were supposed to eat medication but them running a family-owned gang and them curating a hidden black market where other Inkopolis citizens can eat…y’know—“premium” fish/squid/octopus meat means that the brothers clearly did not even touch even one pill.

As humbolts, they do in fact eat those “premium” meat and even occasionally meat of other humboldt inklings, in order to maintain their body strength.

(HC part 2, difference between the suppressants venomous species eat vs the ones aggressive/strong species eat is: VS suppressants mainly neutralise the venom mostly and AS suppressants are drowsy and weaken the muscles greatly.)

Their squid form is your standard squid form but WAY bigger, but smaller than kraken size and their suction cups still have those teeth.

Enperry and Emin

They’re both completely the same as Gyaru & Ane.

And if you guys haven’t noticed it yet, the Maguro sisters are in fact the same people as the Kumonryu brothers. They’re just crossdressing as male idols to hide their identity for safety purposes.

Gyaru=Enperry

Emin=Ane

That’s all the OC notes I have (for now), thanks so much if you read all of it <333

#splatoon oc #splatoon manga #splatoon:haemo #ketsuika #inkling #octoling #splatoon hc #splatoon headcanon #headcanons #subspecies #oc notes #splatoon

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in-death-we-fall · 10 months

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Wham, Glam, Thank You Mam…

Kerrang 910, June 29 2002

The unmasked Joey Jordison’s Murderdolls are not Slipknot Mark II. Can you imagine the Clown wearing make-up and stack-heels?...

Oh Kerrang, we absolutely can... but that's not the point here

Words: Joshua Sindell Photos: P R Brown, Lisa Johnson

(drive link)

In a dimly lit room at the Sunset Marquis hotel, five heavily mascara’d men in black leather, each with immaculately back-combed hair, pose and purse their lips for a photographer’s lens. Only a single white curtain against the window protects their pale skin from the outside sun’s piercing rays. Last night’s expedition to famed strip club Crazy Girls has left some of them feeling bleary and achy, but, as the band Junkyard once sang so sagely, ‘That’s life in Hollywood’. Yes, this is LA, the home of all things tawdry and torrid, where giants in spandex so famously used to stride down the Strip. But this is not 1986. These events are happening in June of 2002. And one of these pouting prima donnas happens to be a member of Slipknot.

Murderdolls are the new baby of Joey Jordison – Slipknot’s diminutive drummer – but in stark contrast to his unrelentingly intense day job, their music is a trashy pastiche of glam-rock, New York punk circa 1977, schlock-horror, and heavy metal. Jordison has swapped his mask for make-up and his sticks for a guitar, and has created a band that embody practically everything you don’t ever hear on the radio these days. Alongside him are Static-X guitarist Tripp Eisen, singer Wednesday 13 who previously fronted the Frankenstein Drag Queens From Planet 13 and two friends of Tripp from LA – bassist Erik Griffin and appropriately-named drummer Ben Graves.

Just one listen to the Murderdolls’ debut album will be enough to have a legion of Slipknot fans chomping on their home-made boiler suits in confusion. Cheesy songs about grave robbing? Tributes to ‘The Exorcist’’s possessed devil-doll Linda Blair? Zombies? Mad scientists? Ghouls? What the hell is going on?

Jordison, barely five-foot-five even in his new stack heels, allows himself a sly smile.

“This is so far removed from Slipknot that it’s actually the best thing about it,” he says. “When we play, it’s just so fucking funny. We’re very serious about not being serious.”

To change gears from the testosterone-filled, uncontrolled anger of ‘Iowa’ to the sexually charged grind of Murderdolls is certainly something of a role-reversal. Butt Tripp Eisen, who, like Jordison, is also on shore leave from his day job, finds the turn-around almost hilarious.

“It’s kind of like being bisexual,” he jokes. “You’re doing a guy for now, but you’re not giving up on the ‘girl’ thing.”

The seeds of this project were sown years ago, in the mind and garage of Joey Jordison, under the name The Rejects. This was long before Slipknot and nu-metal’s all-conquering domination of the rock scene. The Rejects would eventually morph into Murderdolls, and to Joey, this is no mere side-project.

“I just feel that there’s no point in doing anything that’s even remotely similar to Slipknot,” he reasons, seated at a small table inside the cool, dark hotel room. “For me, it’s a chance to play guitar, which I played long before I played drums.”

Murderdolls began to become more than just a figment of Joey’s imagination three years ago when Slipknot toured with New Yorkers Dope, who had Eisen in their line-up at the time. The two bonded over a mutual love of such bands as Manowar, The Ramones and The Plasmatics.

“I had spent my whole life being kind of a glam guy, but also digging the heavy, heavy music,” says Tripp, a soft-spoken man with dreadlocks that sprout from his head like drooping asparagus. “It’s rare to find someone who can relate to both, and that’s what drew me to Joey. He’s into Slayer and Twisted Sister with equal intensity, and there’s not many people like that.”

To Tripp, there’s not all that much difference between the two. Both metal and glam are escapist and theatrical in nature, and he points out that Mötley Crüe and Slayer both used pentagrams on their albums.

Together, during the off time from their respective bands, Joey and Tripp dug up some of Joey’s old Rejects songs and dusted them off. They discovered a voice in North Carolina native Wednesday 13, and he brought several of his own songs with him. Then, after the album was finished, the band’s line-up was completed by Griffin and Graves.

The record itself is an absolute blast. Roaring guitars, skull-rattling drums and sneering, screaming vocals, all set to fast-paced tunes of terror and turmoil. Imagine the Ramones, the Misfits and the Dead Boys wearing long-haired wigs and goofing on love, lust and comic books. Add to the mix a soupçon of Marilyn Manson, plus a few screaming metal electric guitar leads, and stir. What pours out ain’t pretty, but it will certainly raise some eyebrows.

Joey couldn’t be more excited at the prospect of his Slipknot fans lending Murderdolls an ear.

“Not to take anything away from Slipknot, because I love that band and I’m still very much in it. But playing the guitar is not the same as playing the drums. Wearing make-up and trashy clothes is not the same as wearing coveralls and a mask.”

But what is to become of that famed Slipknot ‘mystique’? Won’t it forever be ruined by the fact that Joey is the first of them to go mask-less? Joey downplays the importance of his decision, saying that the internet has basically removed whatever secrecy Slipknot had tried to maintain anyway.

“We meet and talk to the kids without our masks every day,” he points out. He also says that Slipknot’s singer Corey Taylor and guitarist Jim Root will soon be performing sans masks in their own side-project, Stone Sour.

“I’ve said this a million times before, but wearing the masks is what the music ‘made’ us do,” says Joey. “It was not to just hide our faces. After knowing what Kiss looked like without their make-up for so many years, when I went to see them on their reunion tour, I didn’t give a fuck if I knew what they looked like under their make-up. When I saw them in make-up, I said, ‘That’s fuckin’ Kiss’.”

Scheduling the Murderdolls sessions and upcoming tour was never an issue with Slipknot either. All of the nine members decided that their loving maggots could allow them a few months’ rest, and many of them are pursuing solo projects.

“It was a mutual decision,” says Joey, “It wasn’t like we all needed the time away from one another. I told them that I felt that this stuff was worthy of being put out on a record. I think that it’s worthy for people to see it live as well. I’ve been spinning upside-down on a drum riser for the past 10 months, and now I’m going to go jam with this other band for a while, and they were totally cool with that. They knew from the start, even before the first Slipknot record, that I was going to do this, so it was no surprise to them.”

As for the other members, this much is known. Tripp Eisen says he’s still very much a part of Static-X, who are just about ready to wrap up their touring scenario for 2002 and will immediately begin writing their third album. Singer Wednesday 13, recruited to replace Rejects singer Dizzy, is an aficionado of ‘80s glam acts like Pretty Boy Gloyd and Tuff, and claims, quite horrifically, to have the soundtrack albums to every one of Sylvester Stalone’s movies – including ‘Over The Top’ and ‘Rhinestone’. Wednesday, who speaks in a warm southern drawl, plays a big role in the band’s theme and sound. He explains the song ‘Dawn Of The Dead’.

“I’ve always loved that movie,” he says, “and I thought, ‘How great would it be to have a Quiet Riot, ‘Cum On Feel Tha Noize’-type chorus for a song like that?’.” The singer described the sound of Murderdolls as a “Frankenstein monster we stitched together.”

The two newest members are Ben and Erik, friends of Tripp’s from LA. They do not play on the record, and both were struggling musicians who felt left out by the onslaught of post-grunge blandness and down-tuned rap-rock. Secretly, they wished they’d get hired to play just this kind of balls-out rock that just didn’t seem to exist outside of their old CD collections. They were working in shops on trendy Melrose Avenue when Tripp gave them a call.

“Once we all agreed that Nikki Sixx was God, we knew they were the right guys,” observes Wednesday.

Joey is loath to describe the band’s sound as metal or punk, though clearly it has elements of both, as well as some of the more frenzied moments of Marilyn Manson’s catalogue. In particular, ‘Dead In Hollywood’ truly sounds as if the God Of Fuck was somewhere in the mix, lending a helping shout. As it turns out, Joey asked the man himself to contribute, but not on any of the songs that have turned up on the record.

“Marilyn’s a friend of mine and we’ve always helped each other out,” says Joey. “I played some guitar for him and hooked him up with a remix, which he just recently used on the ‘Resident Evil’ soundtrack. He said that he’s going to sing on one of our songs now.” Unfortunately, what with his own deadline looming shortly, Manson’s tracks – either ‘People Hate Me’ or ‘Nineteen Seventy 666’ – may have to wait until after the release of the new Manson disc.

If all this sleaze and disorderly conduct sounds a little backward thinking, it is no accident. Even Trip agrees that the ‘Dolls pay tribute to a bygone time.

“I feel that kids today don’t know about what we grew up on, and I think that we’re trying to bring the whole package to them. The Union Underground and Sinisstar are similar in the respect that they’re bringing trashy rock back, but we just feel like we can do it better.”

Wednesday speaks with an endearing confidence that borders on pride.

“Nobody’s done it to the extent that we will,” he brags. “There were bands like Buckcherry and Beautiful Creatures who were doing the whole Guns N’Roses rock thing, but nobody’s done it at the level that we’re going to.”

Without too much Slipknot business to attend to, aside from the upcoming Reading and Leeds appearances this summer, Joey is clearly basking in his new-found freedom. Returning from the bathroom after applying his make-up, he jokes that posing for photos in Slipknot is so much easier than this current Murderdolls shoot. “You just throw on a mask and make hand gestures!”

Joey says that he’s looking forward to sharing his band with the world, and playing guitar live.

“I think that we’re original, but we’re not trying to reinvent the wheel,” he muses. “I think that in Slipknot, we broke down a lot of doors. I’m very proud of that, and I’m very fulfilled there. This is just another way to keep the glass full.”

Murderdolls release their debut album, ‘Beneath (sic) The Valley Of The Murderdolls’, on August 19 via Roadrunner.

Doll Parts

Joey Jordison’s guide to his new bandmates…

Ben Graves Joey: “Again, Tripp found him. Does he look like Twiggy Ramirez? Absolutely no comment.”

Wednesday 13 Joey: “He and I wrote all the music and the lyrics together. It’s fun when we’re singing about grave robbing. It’s much more tongue-in-cheek than anything Slipknot’s ever done.”

Erik Griffin Joey: “Tripp brought him into the band. I saw a video that Tripp did of them jamming, and he looked right for the band.”

Tripp Eisen Joey: “When we met, we instantly knew that we had the same taste in music. I really love his leads on the album. Live he’s great, and he’s a great friend.”

#if you want anything else from this scanned lemme know #hey if you're new here and don't know why nobody talks about tripp (beyond being in the band very briefly)#his wikipedia immediately gets right straight to the point #murderdolls #joey jordison #wednesday 13 #ben graves #eric griffin #tripp eisen #interview #kerrang 910 jun 29 02 #that time eric decided to spell his name with a k i guess?#i had the power to scan the two page spread in one piece but 1. there was a white line and 2. i thought it was funny tripp was cut in half #DROOPING ASPARAGUS almost makes up for the diminutive incident #there's some old website features and a page of stickers in the drive folder! and i'm shutting the fuck up now

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beanieable · 1 year

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I like to make visual differences between the Show and Movie Ninja whenever I draw them.

One thing before everything, I like to think that while the Show Ninja get their powers passed down from their parents, or from some old guy in Zanes case, the Movie Ninja are the chosen ones. Their parents don't have powers, like at all.

KAI

Since I interpret him, as well as everyone else expected for Lloyd and Nya, to be an adult since the start he is visually older, as well as taller then his Movie counterpart. Another difference are their scars I kept Kai’s from before their design changes. Their hairstyles are also different. Show Kai has his hair in a low ponytail starting Season 8. One more thing are their eyes, Show Kai has green eyes and he wears red eyeliner, while Movie Kai has red eyes (related to the chosen one thing).

NYA

In the Show Nya is three years younger than Kai, in the Movie Nya is actually the older twin. She is also taller than her Kai, while Show Nya and Kai are the same height. Movie Nya wears a ponytail, while Show Nya puts her hair in a bun. Show Nya wears black lipstick, Movie Nya doesn't wear any, she probably has some chapstick on here and there tho. Show Nya has green eyes, like Kai, Movie Nya has light blue/cyan eyes.

As a side not for both of them, with in the Show their last name is Jiang (Maya's last name), while in the Movie it's Smith (Ray's last name).

LLOYD

In the Show Lloyd goes through Oni puberty and now has a single horn and a tail. He can hide them with the little Oni shapeshifting he has. In general Show Lloyd has more weird things about him. Show Lloyd has pointy ears and fangs as well as red eyes with yellow split pupils, Movie Lloyd looks like your average teen. The weirdest thing are his bright green eyes. And while Movie Lloyd is a natural blond, Show Lloyd is actually brunette, he just bleaches his hair. Show Lloyd also has longer and messier hair then his counterpart. And when you compare their heights Show Lloyd is quite a bit shorter. It’s a side effect from the tomorrows tea thing.

JAY

The first obvious difference is that Show Jay is a ginger while Movie Jay is brunette. They style their hair rather similar. The only difference other then the color is that Show Jay parts his hair more obviously. Both have freckles, Show Jay just has way more. Show Jay has that nick in his brow. Movie Jay is the shortest in his friend group, Show Jay is the second shortest, only Lloyd is shorter. Between the two Show Jay is taller. Movie Jay has bright blue eyes and Show Jay has brown eyes with split pupils. The pupils are from the time he turned into a snake.

COLE

The most obvious difference are their sizes. Show Cole is a lot bigger compared to Movie Cole. It’s not like Movie Cole is petite, quite the opposite, he is jacked for a teenager, Show Cole is just that buff. Their hair too, Show Coles hair long and fluffy. Movie Coles hair is in dreadlocks/braids and a bit shorter. Show Cole also has that scar from the Day of the Departed, his left eye turned green too, his right is still brown. Movie Cole has orange eyes.

ZANE

I’m only comparing Show Zane’s „human“ looks. Not Titanium. Show Zane is a good head taller. Both are quite thin. Movie Zane’s eyes are bigger and also a brighter blue. Starting Season 8 both Zane’s have white hair, before that Show Zane has blonde hair. Their hairstyles are different too. Show Zane’s hair is longer. He combs it back and has shaved sides. A piece of his hair always falls back into his face. He gave up trying and it’s now part of the look. Movie Zane’s hair is always perfect. It’s just your average teenage boy haircut.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago movie #tlnm #kai jiang #kai smith #nya jiang #nya smith #lloyd garmadon #jay walker #cole brookstone #zane julien #pixal borg #skylor chen #echo julien #morro wu

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noeljpenaflor · 7 months

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Watching THE ISLAND OF DR. MOREAU (1996)

One of those truly awful movies that you have to see at least once in your life...

See this if only to see the amazing BTS Documentary Lost Soul: The Doomed Journey.

From Marlon Brando not giving a fuck about anything, to Val Kilmer being a dick to everybody. This movie is so bad it's bad. Describing it cannot convey how truly entertainingly awful this movie is.

David Thewlis acquits himself of all crimes by turning in a decent performance. What was he thinking? He probably never served in jury duty for the remainder of his life.

Fairuza "Nancy" Balk also actually tries, which probably earned her a nice pat on the head from Marlon Brando, right before he ate his weight in manatee.

If you haven't seen it, ask someone who's seen it. Their eyes glaze over and either tears or mad laughter ensues.

Why does this movie exist? Why do stars and white guys with dreadlocks exist? There's no use asking. Just accept.

My Article on How I survived 67 Years on Stranded On A Desert Island With This movie's help

67 (or Fewer) Horror Movies to Watch If You’re Stranded on a Desert Island Like I Was (LINK below)

This Like Is an Oasis On an Island!

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spacewitchqueen · 1 year

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(Love Is) A Deadly Game - Epilogue

A/N: The end of this story. Finally. Masterpost will follow soon. As always, thank you for reading!

Snippet: A sudden feeling of dread gripped you. You remembered who you were, your life, your family. So why did you feel like there was something missing? And not just anything, something important. Someone.

Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader (alternating POV, indicated by ***)

Chapter summary: After leaving the Borderland, who remembers first?

Bright lights. After so much darkness… Everything was too bright. You could feel the white light over you, all around you, even through your eyelids. You were afraid to open your eyes for fear of where you’d wake up. That state of panic lasted minutes, hours maybe. And you drifted back into an uneasy sleep.

Eventually you gathered enough courage to open your eyes and felt utterly lost. You did not recognize the place, you had no recollection of how you’d got there. With your heart racing it was hard to think.

‘Focus,’ you commanded yourself, taking deep breaths. You were lying down, dressed in a hospital gown, tied down. No. Not tied down, your left arm was hooked to an IV bag, that’s why you couldn’t move freely. You calmed down somewhat, fine, you were in a hospital bed. But why?

You looked down, your arms were covered in bruises, your right arm in a cast. Nothing too awful. Good. Next, you looked around. The room was pristine, quiet. Clearly meant for patients that were not in critical condition. There was a girl on the bed next to yours, unconscious, long dreadlocks framing her face. She looked familiar, something in you recognized her as a friend, but you were sure you didn’t know her. Did you?

A sudden feeling of dread gripped you. You remembered who you were, your life, your family. So why did you feel like there was something missing? And not just anything, something important. Someone. Was it her? Maybe, but shouldn’t there be someone else? You forced yourself to remember what you had been doing before waking up here but all you could recall was strange lights in the sky.

The small TV mounted on the wall distracted you from letting anxiety consume you, providing neutral background noise. Your eyelids felt heavy with sleep, you would have given into that drowsiness but the newscast caught your attention.

‘...The strange meteorite event also caused significant material damage in and around Shibuya, where dozens of people died and hundreds of people were injured.’

A meteorite? Yes. Those lights.... Memories came back to you in pieces. You’d been driving, waiting for the traffic lights to change at the busiest crossing. You’d spotted three guys running among the crowd, one of them riding on his friend’s shoulders; a guy with white blonde hair wearing a light gray t-shirt and a white sweater, seemingly lost in his thoughts. He had walked right in front of your car and for a second your eyes had met… your heart clenched at this image. Why?

A nurse came into the room startling you out of that reverie. ‘You’re awake! How are you feeling? Are you up for a walk? You need to get those muscles moving again.’

You nodded and she came over to help you stand up. She secured your hospital gown and gave you a pair of slippers. You did not take her hand at first but the second you were on your feet your balance betrayed you. ‘Take it easy, you were in a coma, you know?’ she said in a soothing voice.

Reluctantly, you took her hand and let her drag the IV stand so you could concentrate on staying upright.

The two of you walked in silence, allowing you to get lost in your thoughts again. You had only been walking for a few minutes when an alarm went off at the nurse’s station.

‘I’ll walk you back to your room now,’ the nurse said.

‘Can I please stay out here a little bit longer?’ you asked, not eager to go back to bed just yet.

‘I can stay with her,’ someone said before the nurse could answer. It was that white-haired guy! But who was he?

‘Doctor! You should not be out of bed either,’ the nurse scolded him.

‘I take full responsibility.’

‘Very well, but no more than ten minutes.’

He took the IV stand in his left hand and offered you his right. Something flashed before your eyes. Did you know him? Had you met before the meteorite?

‘I was wondering when you’d wake up.’

‘Do I know you? Doctor…’

‘Chishiya. You do now.’

‘I am…’

‘I know who you are.’

‘How?’

‘We were somewhere else together.’

‘The meteorite?’

Chishiya considered your question. ‘Between that and this.’

‘I don’t remember.’

‘You will.’

He walked you back to your room minding the ten-minute limit the nurse had imposed. He looked at the girl with the dreadlocks and smiled. ‘Glad to see you were in good company. I’ll see you around.’

That night, in dreams, you heard his voice.

***

Chishiya opened his eyes and found himself in a familiar place, even if the circumstances were not exactly what he was used to. A hospital room. Only this time, it seemed he was a patient, rather than the one looking after them.

He tried to sit up but pain made him lie back down, his heart monitor showing the sudden jump in his pulse. Alright, he was injured but apparently out of immediate danger.

Whoever was on the bed next to his, had not been so lucky. There was a curtain around it. Chishiya learned later that the man had suffered serious burns on his face and had other wounds as well.

When the doctors came to evaluate him, Chishiya almost asked to be discharged. Almost. He did ask to walk around.

During these unofficial rounds, he came across familiar faces. Why were they familiar?

That night he had a very vivid dream. He dreamed of a place where people had to play deadly games and be willing to kill others to survive. He dreamed of the people he’d met there, the faces he had seen at the hospital. He dreamed about her. When he woke up, he remembered everything.

It was still dark, but he had to know that he wasn’t going insane. He managed to climb out of his bed and go check the chart of the man with the burns. Niragi, just as he had called that man in his dream. So then his memories were real, and if that was the case…

Chishiya was very tempted to go looking for her that second, but he knew he couldn’t just roam the hospital in the dead of night without alarming the nurses.

The next morning he couldn’t wait until the doctor came to check on him. He slipped out of his room as soon as the doctor had left. Not that he wasn’t allowed to. He went room by room and when he thought he might not find her, he saw her walking with a nurse.

He stayed with her, relieved that she had made it out. She didn’t remember him. No, no, she did. She just needed time.

It was fine, she was safe. He could wait.

But maybe not that much. Now that he knew where to find her it wasn’t easy to just sit around. He sneaked into her room that night between rounds to watch her sleep and maybe to tell her the things he hadn’t dared to give voice to while they were awake. He spoke in a whisper about how they had met, everything that had happened between them in the Borderland and the promise they’d made at the very end.

‘I know I’m there, somewhere, in your head,’ he said before leaving. ‘You have to remember.’

***

You woke up with a start and the very distinct sensation someone had been there, by your side. You looked around but there was no one else in the room other than the girl with the dreadlocks, still fast asleep.

Earlier that night you had seen her eyes moving beneath her eyelids, and the nurses had said she was probably going to wake up the next day. Good. Hearing that had stirred another memory, you imagined what her smile would be like, feeling that you already knew.

Sleep claimed you once more. You didn’t hear his voice again, but this time the dream was different, it almost felt real. You tried to wake up, but couldn’t. The cards. The games. So much fear, so much pain, so much death. And in between all of that… him. Chishiya.

You sat up in bed, your heart racing. The first rays of sunshine creeping in through the blinds, still too early to get up and walk around. Besides, you didn’t even know where to go looking for him. Chishiya had walked you to your room the previous day, but you didn’t know where his room was. You had to wait.

Minutes stretched into hours. At long last, you saw the door handle move. As soon as the nurse came in, you asked her to let you go for a walk. She hesitated because the girl in the next bed was finally waking up. You knew her name now too, Kuina.

‘I will be fine by myself just for a few minutes,’ you said. The nurse pursed her lips but helped you stand up.

You wished you could walk faster, as if your memories would fade back into nothingness if you didn’t find Chishiya soon, or maybe fearing he would have forgotten you.

Just as you were losing your patience, you ran into him coming out of his room. He stared at you with a questioning look on his face. ‘Do you remember me?’

You nodded. ‘When we were there… at the end… You said you would find me.’

‘And I have.’

#alice in borderland #aib chishiya #chishiya x reader #chishiya x you #chishiya shuntaro #aib fic #swq writes

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