I wanted to see if Koogi had any overall changes in her artstyle, so I did this. I’m not sure if it was worth it, but:
- Sangwoo’s eyebrows went to utter shit after chapter 2 - Chapter 1 and 2 could have pretty much been drawn by an entirely different artist, the style is REALLY different - Bum is scared/shocked 110% of the time, I can’t blame him - Sangwoo’s neck keeps getting thicker and thicker, also he seems to be getting more and more muscular
Overall, Sangwoo has changed a lot, but Bum’s pretty much the same.
zen accuses jumin of being an alcoholic, and points out how he keeps uploading pictures of alcohol on the messenger. cue seven’s comment, which suggests that jumin is posting a lot of pictures. seven is messing around, but just for fun, let’s do the math.
(note: this assumes pricing is the same as our universe. everything calculated on Oct 10, 2017)
seven owns a herrari, which is the mysme universe’s version of a ferrari. since we don’t know the exact details, let’s be very conservative and go with the cheapest ferrari model, which is around ₩227,331,116.59 or $200,000.
since jumin loves wine, let’s look at how much each bottle costs. jumin says the price for a single bottle of wine is ₩200,000 or about $175.84. we can use this as the average price of the premium, expensive wines he’s buying.
ultimately, jumin would be uploading at least 1,137 bottles of expensive wine to match the price of seven’s car. this is assuming seven has the cheapest car on the market, which he probably doesn’t.
seven’s exaggerating to make a point about how many pictures jumin’s uploading, so the math is just for fun. but even if he hasn’t uploaded over a thousand bottles of wine in total, i think seven and zen might have a point about his drinking. jumin, are you okay?
It takes some time to put them up at home, and they have to go on the ceiling because his room doesn’t have beams to accommodate them, but Akira stretches up on his tiptoes and presses another little star onto the ceiling above his bed.
There are two quick knocks against his bedroom door, and then his mother is peering in. “We’re going out to–” She stops, looks at the stars on the ceiling as Akira carefully climbs down from where he’s standing on the mattress. “Akira. Don’t put those up. They’ll leave residue when you take them down.”
“Sorry.” He sits down on the edge of the bed and looks up at her, hand curling around the remaining stars lying on his bed.
Her lips are pinched into a frown, and she sighs before continuing. “We’re going out. We won’t be back until late, so don’t wait up.”
Akira nods. “Have a good time.”
She leaves the door open when she leaves, and Akira waits until he hears the car start outside before he goes to close it. She doesn’t do it on purpose, he’s sure. She just hasn’t lived with him for a year. She doesn’t know what he’s been through. She never will.
He looks across the room, looks at the stars scattered about his ceiling. He has no intention of taking them down.
He finishes putting them up instead, and turns the light off when he’s finished. They’ve been collecting just enough light that they glow faintly in the almost darkness. It reminds him of Leblanc. It reminds him of the planetarium. It reminds him of the place that has come to feel like home itself, and the people that have come to feel like family, and more.
Why is it, he wonders, that that almost feels better than what he has here?
He misses them, that’s all. He had missed his parents and friends here at first, too. The hollow feeling in his chest will soothe over in time.
Besides, it’s not as though they’re gone forever or anything.
Akira reaches for his phone off the desk and snaps a picture. It’s of him, in that almost darkness, with the stars barely visible in the picture. He tests out some filters and decides against it, sending the photo as is. It’s imperfect, but honest. No more masks. Of any kind.
He’s barely settled back into bed to gaze up at the stars before his phone chirps. He picks it up from the bed and pushes his glasses up his nose to read it better.
Now that IS a true work of art.
He only just stifles his laugh.
No, they aren’t gone forever. They are still with him, even after the end. Even after they have no reason to be, they are still there. He is still there.
Akira smiles, closes his eyes. Rests his phone on his chest and places his hands over it protectively.
if you couldve written the episode how would you have done it?
Keeping it as close to canon as is reasonable, here’s the changes I would make:
For starters, I wouldn’t have it so that Eobard decided to keep the Legends alive.
As someone (I forget who, sorry. Maybe @kendrasaunders?) pointed out, Eobard was willing to kill Cisco, who he loved like a son, for maybe being a liability in his plans. He likes poetic justice, but he was trying to kill Barry as a child to extract someone that would later become a thorn in his side. He’s not the guy who says “hey, let’s keep our enemies alive for funsies”.
But then again, I think there would be easy to write around. Eobard needs Martin alive because he needs his brain. Beyond that, it appeases Mick to keep his friends alive, and Mick did get them the spear, so the legion is like “yeah sure, until they become a problem, but we’re not letting them totally off the hook”. The Legion finds the Legends frustrating, but honestly it’s not like there’s any huge animosity between Eobard and most of them (like Ray??? Jax??) or between Malcolm and most of them (except Sara really) and Damien is just… Damien.
So Mick ensures they don’t end up in any true horror versions of their lives (because really, being a janitor isn’t going to be Ray’s “worst nightmare” or “personal hell”, he’s just unfulfilled. Nate’s life and Jax’s life seem not great but not horrific except that Eobard is threatening Jax). The Legion wants them dispersed and not happy, but Mick makes sure they don’t end up totally fucked.
Damien can still be all for taunting Sara by keeping her under his employ with Amaya, but I’d prefer them not to be so sexualized and submissive, personally. I get that Damien’s a complete creep though.
Damien doesn’t get to keep the Flash’s head as a trophy. Write a few throwaway lines about how Eobard killed the Flash after regaining the speedforce and how satisfying it was for him. Make it so that Cisco and Caitlin are there and adore Eobard and are friends with him. He mentioned missing them, after all. (And have a line about why he hasn’t returned to the future yet, or make it so that’s in his plans for after he destroys the spear?)
I liked Malcolm’s personal perfect world but I’d prefer there have been no mention of Nyssa unless it was something like “she’s dead” because forcing her into the closet was pretty terrible. I’d have preferred they say something to the effect of Oliver Queen dying on the Queen’s Gambit with his father, or else never grew up beyond being a spoiled rich brat who is bff’s with Tommy.
I would’ve had Len and Mick doing their thing but had Len express boredom with how easy stealing is, acknowledge he’s maybe made a mistake. Have him share his own frustration while trying to appease Mick. “We don’t get to have the rush of a real chase anymore unless we re-write reality. And guess who doesn’t want us to do that.” Set up Len vs. Eobard before Eobard calls him, and then have Eobard call him “speak of the devil” and ‘summon’ them.
That’s when it could start to become clear that the Legends are alive because of Mick, and make it so that Len helped negotiate on Mick’s behalf.
Maintain some of the rest of the episode. Someone save Brandon Routh from that terrible weird 90′s style janitor thing.
Have the entire team argue about whether to trust Mick. Have Ray and Amaya stand up for him against Sara.
Have Jax torn: we were a team man.
Mick: he was my partner. You’d do the same for yours. (referring to Martin)
Jax shaking his head, hurt: No… I wouldn’t.
Have that be a moment where Mick realizes that loyalty to a group and loyalty to one person really do look different. Loyalty to an ideal. He’s not fully ready for the realization yet, so he reacts a little too knee-jerk and tells them to go, he’ll stay behind, they don’t want him anyway. Have Ray and Amaya look hurt but accede to his wishes.
Then have Mick call up Len, and when asked if he’s been cut loose, have Mick say… “I cut them loose. I don’t know how to be on a team.”
Make it poignant but more his choice. Make it clear he’s sad he doesn’t know what he’s doing, or how to make this right.
When Len and Mick go to the Legion, Mick has a demand. “The Legends live. This time, when we re-write reality to get rid of that speedster, we’re giving them better lives so they aren’t miserable enough to need fixing.”
The Legion argues but Mick puts his foot down. If they want his help, this is how it’s gonna be, and they wouldn’t even have the spear if it weren’t for him. Possibly make Damien and Malcolm demand that Sara at least has to die, if he wants the rest of his friends to be happy and whole, and possibly allow Mick to agree. Show that there really is bad blood there, but make it clear on Mick’s face that he’s sad/ashamed to agree to that.
Then Mick shares the details of the Legends’ plan etc, and we head toward the battle.
Which goes down roughly the same way? Except when Mick picks up the spear, change the dialogue. Have Len ask for it, but have someone else deliver the line about Mick being a good boy. This could go either way. It could be someone on the Legion, like Eobard manipulating them, or Damien or Malcolm being pissed about the situation. Or it could be a Legend, Sara, saying it scathingly.
Amaya would still interject that she believes in Mick, no matter what he does.
Mick would glare at whoever called him a good boy, and still ask Len if that’s how he sees him, as an attack dog and Len would still deny it. Except Len wouldn’t derogate his intelligence. He’s say something more along the lines of “you’re the muscle and I’m the brain and that’s how it’s always been, but it’s always been equal – we’re partners.” And that would harken back to a line Mick said before about being the muscle while Len is the brain, which itself was a prison break reference/allusion. But it would be a parallel that gets at the same idea without insulting Mick.
And then Amaya would say “and we’re your team.”
Len: “they change reality and I die, mick.”
And Mick would toss the spear to amaya. “i’m no one’s dog” he’d say to Sara or Eobard or whoever delivered that line. “i’m no genius either. but i know enough to know that a team – that means something. you knew that too, when you died. you taught me that. i have to make right what i ruined. amaya, fix this.”
and she would, and len would shoot her, and instead of saying what he did he would instead say, “i’m so sorry mick. it was her or me.” (because it is, in his mind, and that makes it explicit that he shot her out of defense of his existence and not just to hurt mick).
aaaand yeah, then end the rest of the episode the same way, so that the lead in to the finale can still be the same.
I wouldn’t change anything with Rip except to either make that more comedic or less. It was in a weird middle ground….
Hey, first girl I get a request for..Perfect. I kept the reader “genderless”, and realized I should probably do that more often so anyone can read. Anyway, thanks @freethecagedeggs for that :) (and also thanks in general, cause I see you often in my notifications, liking my things and stuffs <3).I hope you’ll like it :
It’s embarrassing really. And such a hassle. She’s so goddamn strong. And her voice is so loud. You were pretty sure she was going to wake up the entire neighborhood…
What the Hell was she singing anyway ? Was it in…Ancient Greek ?
She leans on you a bit more and you loose your balance, because she’s way heavier than she seems and almost all her weight is on your shoulder, as you support her drunk ass back home.
You both crash into a wall, and you’re pretty sure you bruised a few ribs. She bursts out in laughter, and multiple voices from around the block are yelling at you two to “shut the fuck up”. You waved at some of them to apologize, and they just gave you the middle finger. Nice.
She starts singing again, even louder than before, if it was even possible.
-Diana, please, calm d…oh you better not throw up on me !
You take her arm off of around your shoulders, and she falls to her knee. You don’t even feel bad for letting her go, because damn, she brought that on herself.
She’s gagging over and over again, but no, she doesn’t throw up. Not on you, nor on the floor. And, carefully, you get close to her again to help her stand back up.
-I swear to the Gods Diana, this is the last time I help you !
-You always say that…
-Well, I mean it this time !
-You’re adorable my love.
-And you’re insufferable !
Rolling your eyes, you start to walk back to your shared apartment once again, with an amazon that calmed down just a little bit. She still sings some songs in ancient Greek, but this time, you’re the only one who can hear, and you’d never admit it, but her soft voice in your ear is somewhat soothing and very nice.
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