NORAGAMI Chapter 104-2 Raw Thoughts
Disclaimer: Long ass wall of ALL-CAPS text. I literally typed this down after I read the chapter so there could be wrong interpretations here (100% affected by my feelings and stupidity bc i read the chapter and cried the moment Yukine appeared up till that last panel 🥲). Read at your own risk lmfao.
I AM TRTING TO PROCESS WHATWVER IS LEFT OF MY EMOTIONS. MY BABY, YUKINE IS BACK 😭 HE SAVED YATO I'M SOCBEJFJWJDKEKFKKED
NO BC THE LINE I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO HEAR FROM YUKINE FOR SO LONG. I FINALLY GOT IT. "Reality is so much brighter" NO ONE TOUCH ME.
NO BC HE FINALLY REALIZED THAT EVEN THO HE IS DEAD IN THE REAL WORLD, YATO TELLING HIM TO LIVE AS A PERSON ALONG WITH THE LIFE HE HAS SHARED W YATO SO FAR HAS BEEN SO MUCH BRIGHTER 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH BRO THE WAY HE SAID ALL THAT AND THE WAY HE WAS SO OPEN W HIS FEELINGS AND EVEN IN HIS AYAKASHI FORM HE DIDNT MANAGE TO BLIGHT YATO EVEN THO HE WAS ANGRY BC HE WAS TRULY SORRY FOR WHAT HE DID AND I KNOW, I JUST KNOW I'M 1000% CERTAIN THAT YATO NO LONGER CARES ABT ANY OF THAT. HE COULDNT CARE LESS IF HIS BELOVED SHINKI BLIGHTED THE FUCK OUT OF HIM TO DEATH, HE'S JUST HAPPY AND RELIEVED THAT YUKINE CAME BACK TO HIM AND THEY'RE FINALLY RECONCILED AND REUNITED 😭😭😭😭
BRO I AM TOO 😭😭😭 I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS FIWJCKEKCIDID AND THE WAY YATO FUCKING TEARED UP AND REACHED OUT FOR YUKINE IN HIS BABY FORM PLS IT'S THE CUTEST THING EVER I AM SOBBING. I AM GONNA TAKE ALL THIS IN BEFORE THE TRIO REUNITES AND I DON'T WANT IT TO HAPPEN JUST YET FR BC I WANT TO CHERISH THIS MOMENT BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH UGH CJWJCKEKFJRNCNDJCJFKDKF GHERE WERE SM THINGS HAPPENING THIS CHAPTER ABT YUKINE THAT I JUST WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABT. HE SAID HE WAS ANGRY. HE DIDNT SAY SORRY BC HE WAS ANGRY. HE SAID SORRY BC OF WHAT HE DID BC OF HIS ANGER. AND THIS IS THE MESSAGE I ALWAYS LOVED ABT NORAGAMI. THE IMPORTANCE OF VALIDATING YOUR EMOTIONS AND COMMUNICATING THEM!!!
ABT HOW AT FIRST THE TWO OF THEM WERE WALKING ON EGG SHELLS AROUND EACH OTHER: YATO REFUSING TO TELL YUKINE SENSITIVE THINGS BC YATO WANTED TO PROTECT YUKINE AND DIDNT WANT HIM TO GET INVOLVED, AND THEN YUKINE TRYING SO HARD TO BECOME THIS PERFECT SHINKI BC HE DIDNT WANT TO STING YATO AND BECOME A DISGRACE AS A BLESSED VESSEL. BOTH DID SO W THE INTENTION OF NOT WANTING TO HURT THE OTHER AND LOOK WHAT THAT DID.
REFUSING TO ACKNOWLEDGE ISSUES AND COMMUNICATE IS THE #1 REASON FOR DOWNFALL IN ANY RELATIONSHIP AND NOW MY BABIES ARE FINALLY GRASPING THAT. THEY FINALLY KNOW HOW A RELATIONSHIP WORKS, FAMILIAL OR NOT AND THAT IS THROUGH COMMUNICATING!!! LISTENING TO EACH OTHER AND BEING THERE FOR EACH OTHER. TALKING, APOLOGIZING, AND RECONCILING. THIS HOLDS SM MORE SIGNIFICANCE WHEN YOU KNOW THAT THE TWO OF THEM ARE LITERALLY BOUND TOGETHER AS GOD AND SHINKI. BUT I LOVE THEM BC THEY LITERALLY DON'T THINK ABT THEIR STATUS AND YATO HAS ALWAYS TRIED SO HARD TO TREAT YUKINE LIKE HIS SON/BABY BROTHER. HE TREATS HIM THE WAY HARUKI'S FATHER SHOULD'VE TREATED HIM AND THE WAY YATO SHOULD'VE BEEN TREATED WHEN HE WAS A KID. IT'S JUST A PROCESS OF HEALING THEIR INNER CHILD FR 😭
THEY MAY BE LIKE FATHER AND SON BUT THEY ARE ALSO BROTHERS bonded by daddy issues and trauma. I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS MOMENT FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE. I'M GONNA HAVE THAT LAST PANEL FRAMED UP ONCE AGAIN BC THE WAY YUKINE APOLOGIZED AND YATO JUST HUGGING HIM ID JISNVKSKCKDKXKCKCKD
ANW THE IMPORTANT THING IS MY BOYS FINALLY RECONCILED AND THAT'S WHAT MATTERS FR BC IT HAS BEEN SO LONG 😭 THE LONG AWAITED TALK, AND HUG QND WJFKSKDKKDKXX I'M SO HAPPY
ALSO NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO CALL MY BABY AN UGLY DOG. I JUST SAW ONE ON REDDIT AND I'M THROWING HANDS FR
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literally it's 3am where i live and i'm on mobile but FUCK IT i haven't posted any actual writing in like a YEAR on this blog whose description include the words "I WRITE" and i can't tell if i'm even going anywhere with this so fuck it under the cut is the prospective absolute mess of the first chapter of the flipo family time loop fic. (for clarity, flipo family as in slime, mariana, and juanaflippa) this covers loop 0, aka the relevant parts of canon. words: 1630
parts of it i popped off with and other parts i hate; up to you to identify them. also the italics and other formatting got erased when i copy pasted and i'm re-adding all of it by hand so if i missed a spot, no i didn't. if i missed an accent on a letter in spanish that was a typo, if i missed a ¡ or ¿ that may have been on purpose.
oh and for obvious reasons, content warning for mentions and mild descriptions of child death and child murder. no blood, and most of it is a three word mention; i'd say the brief paragraph beginning "Tilín didn't scream" is most of the reason this warning exists.
Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.
He’d been hoping for a bright, sunny day to start their vacation, but was sorely disappointed. The portal had apparently taken them pretty far, since they’d gone from noon to night time. Talk about jetlag. They hadn’t even been on a plane.
“What happened to the other guys?” he wondered aloud as he stepped onto the platform.
“Yeah no clue,” Phil said, scanning the empty station. “Thought they’d meet us here.”
“Guys!” one of the Spanish speakers--Vegetta, he’d said, when they’d all met up at the first station--called, from a lectern at the wall. “There is a book!”
They crowded around as he read the instructions aloud--something about pressure plates, Slime wasn’t paying that close of attention. He was a little more preoccupied with making sure it only felt like his brain was dripping out of his ears. That would be kind of embarrassing.
Which was not to say that he wasn’t enjoying the constant onslaught of people talking over each other using words he may or may not understand. In fact, it was the opposite; he was frankly thriving in the absolute chaos that kicked back up around him as a timer appeared in the wrist communicators they’d been provided along with their tickets.
“Como se dice ‘we are going to die now’?” He giggled, chasing Phil and Fit to one end of the station.
“¡Vamos a morir!” shouted Spiderman, echoed seconds later by the black bear in the collared shirt.
Giddy over the high of attempting to use his high school foreign language for the first time maybe ever, Slime absolutely didn’t contribute much to solving the puzzle, and before long the sound of the timer ticking down was accompanied by a loud buzzing alarm.
“It’s been an honor!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs. “It’s been an honor!”
The bear ran past them again, shouting, “I’m going to die!” in English this time.
“Adiós amigos!” Slime yelled.
The countdown ended.
And then his communicator buzzed, and there was a video playing on the screen, showing a cartoonish yellow duck in front of a blurry beach stock photo. He skimmed it absently--some generic welcoming message and another side quest for them--distracted by Maximus audibly losing his shit laughing across the station.
“Come on, I’m trying to take a vacation, I gotta work now?” Fit complained. “This is ridiculous.”
Slime wanted to jump on that bit, but the message cut off with coordinates marred by static and the noise of the emergency weather alert system and he lost his train of thought completely.
“I got the English book!” Spreen called, holding it with two fingers like it had personally offended him.
“English leader,” Vegetta said, seeming to find that amusing.
“English leader.” Spreen laughed and flicked the book away. Slime stepped back but somehow it still nailed him in the chest.
“Guess I’m reading then,” he said cheerfully.
“In Spanish?” Maximus said.
“Um.”
Vegetta called something, backing across the plaza with the book open in his hands. Phil backed up to the wall.
“Here,” Phil instructed, “we’ll read it here.”
“Okay okay.” He flicked it open. “So we have to get water wheel planks--”
Their peace lasted a grand total of thirty seconds as voices suddenly began shouting, overlapping in chaotic chorus.
“What is that?” Fit demanded.
“Is that coming from the other side?” Phil stared up at the top of the wall.
“This is the thinnest thick wall I’ve ever seen,” Slime said, giddy laughter bubbling out of him again. “Is this thing made out of pencil shavings? If I sneeze on it, is there gonna be a hole?”
“Nevermind, we’ll read it over here.” Phil dragged them away again, but the Spanish speakers were dispersing into the trees.
“Forget the book,” Fit said, “follow them!”
(In the end it was explosives that took the wall down, which in hindsight was a precursor to how a not insignificant portion of time on the island was spent. The first day, however, it was just funny, much like everything else.)
(That was to say, the first first day.)
The communicator had indicated that today there was something special planned, so he made an extra effort to wake up.
“Morning Jaiden!” he called to his upstairs neighbor.
“Hi Charlie!” He could hear her farming through the wall. “Glad you woke up on time!”
“Well you know, you know, El Backflipo couldn’t miss it,” he joked, sifting through his backpack. “Got any spare food? I’ll trade you uno backflipo.”
“I have so much toast, come here and get some, free of charge.”
With a quick backflip and some toast to start the day, he popped open the map.
“There’s a lot of people down the wall,” he noted, their green dots so clustered they formed one. “Wanna check it out?”
“Yeah sure.” Jaiden tossed some seeds into a chest. “Do you know what this event’s gonna be?”
“I have no idea,” he admitted cheerfully.
She laughed. “Yeah, me neither. I guess there’s an egg involved, but that’s all I know.”
He dug around in his backpack for a paraglider, nodding along. “Yeah, yeah, un huevo, I get you.” Shuffling the landmine from Vegetta to one side, he yanked out his glider and threw himself out her window. “Let’s go!”
(nothing like getting struck by lightning to wake a guy up in the morning)
Slime fiddled with the communicator as he waited for the line of people to get through the ticket machine; he already had his own, a nice B for Backflipo. The new live translations still boggled his mind. He had to fight the urge to chant weird shit under his breath, just to see what the bubbles would say.
He paid a little extra attention when Mariana walked up to the machine. That guy seemed cool. They’d done that pequeño dormir together on day one, and he had a good sense of humor. Egg parenting would probably be funny.
He was thrilled to see the B for Backflipo on the ticket Mariana stepped away with, even if Mariana was decidedly less so. This was gonna be good.
(it was, and it wasn’t)
So, Mariana wasn’t exactly the coparent of dreams. Then again, Slime was pretty sure Mariana could say the same about him. In fact he was pretty sure Mariana had said the same, but in Spanish, when he wasn’t checking the translation.
It was great. They thought they’d killed a child immediately and then decided to fake their own child’s death to get away with it, and then confessed their sins to a bilingual angel and built a farm and then he buried himself beneath an improvised cross and went into a coma until his sins were forgiven, or something, except his sins weren’t forgiven in time to save his own child’s life.
And then Juanaflippa was dead. Dead at Mariana’s hand.
His bitch wife killed their daughter.
(Everything went faster, after that.)
Slime wanted to kill him.
Slime wanted to kill him for killing their fucking daughter, but of course, Mariana couldn’t even be bothered to be around to take care of her alive, never mind to pay for his crimes when she died by his hand!
(in a better world, his rage started and ended there. in a better world, the anger fizzled out with the lack of a target.
this was not that world)
There couldn’t be an Egg Event with no eggs.
If he killed them all, it would bring her back.
(in a worse world, he succeeded. in a worse world, the Egg Event ended there.
this was not that world)
They held a trial.
If he won, it would bring her back.
(in another world, he didn’t convince them. in another world, they left his daughter in Hell.
this was not that world)
Tilín was still before she hit the ground.
Tilín didn’t scream. Maybe they didn’t have time. It happened so fast. He was sure it happened fast. Almost too fast. But everything went so fast, now, even though Flippa was back. Yet, time slowed down for this, like a rubberneck driving past a highway accident, watching him desperately trying to shock their heart back into motion.
“YOU KILL MY BEST FRIENDS,” Flippa wrote. He begged her to understand. She wrote, “i can’t believe it.”
She wrote, “I HATE YOU.”
(in a better world, the error would have been caught in April instead of July.
this was not that world)
His daughter fell to his bitch wife’s sword. The same way. The next day.
They’d only just gotten her back. And Mariana killed her again.
He only left eggxile for the funeral. She wouldn’t stay dead, but he had to be there.
Time went even faster after that. He was Gegg, or maybe Gegg was him, or maybe Gegg was Gegg, or maybe. . . ?
He went back to eggxile.
He wasn’t leaving without them. Tilín. Juanaflippa. He would do whatever was necessary. He would pray to any higher power. Lil J still owed him a goddamn favor, but the guy wouldn’t pick up his calls. Maybe if he put more shit in the shrine; angels liked shiny shit, didn’t they? He went back to the mine, where the gasses swirled in his head. He built the shrine. He mined. He built the shrine.
He went back to the mine.
He went back to the mine.
He went back to the mine.
“This is where I sit, this is where my bitch wife sits, and this is where my daughter sits, if I had one!”
He’d said that before. No he hadn’t. Yes he had.
No, he just needed to clear his head.
Charlie Slimecicle went back to the mine.
Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.
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