Instead of Where’s Waldo I play Where’s Lacey :D The one time Merlot showed up he waited til the party was over and Lacey left the ruins haha. Lacey seems to love chess and dancing, if there is a chess board or dance floor she shows up <3
Acrylic Sugar’s Super Huge Eobarry & Barrison Fanfic Rec List
This is in no way meant to be a full and comprehensive list. These are just some of the stories I have read and enjoyed. If you have any recommendations please send them my way. I can always use more Eobarry/Barrison in my life, lol.
Considering the nature of the characters *cough* Eobard *cough* some of these fics will contain non-con, violence, dark, and disturbing themes. Please read the warnings and/or tags on the fic if you are not interested in reading that.
Pippa laughs. Hand flying to cover her mouth, eyes wide and surprised. Hecate feels her cheeks go hot - face flaming red and blotchy (unlike Pippa’s subtly pink cheeks, her pink dress, pink lips). Hecate barely stops herself from knocking the chess pieces to the floor. From shattering Pippa’s lovely teapot.
“I’m sorry,” Pippa says. “Only–do you remember after we came in second our first competition, and you set your own broom ablaze?–I’d never imagined you’d be an even poorer sport now than you were at thirteen.”
Hecate swallows what feels like every hex she knows. Swallows the rage and embarrassment and settles for tipping over Pippa’s queen with her finger. Moves to flick a pawn off the edge of the table, sees them all toppling over with careful flick flick flicks in her head. They fall: one after the other, each to the sound of a musical note. (She hates how little she can trust her own magic, sometimes, with Pippa sat across from her, their knees almost touching. Hates how unlike herself she feels, how like a first year. Hates it.)
Pippa reaches out across the table. Palm broomstick-calloused against the back of Hecate’s hand. Fingertips tracing circles around her knuckles, runes up and down her thumb. Hecate turns her hand. Ignores her heart pounding loudly enough they can surely hear it back at Cackle’s; ignores sweaty palms and uneven breath and the roaring panic beneath her breast. She clasps her fingers around Pippa’s. Holds on as tightly as she can.
It’ll likely take me approximately ten years to write, but I am always open to more prompts (touch or otherwise).
It’s maybe a stupid, little theory, but something about Chiaki’s death surroundings really caught my eyes.
We see her laying on the floor, with blood everywhere. The floor she’s laying on, is in a kitchen floor pattern, or in a (as I’d say it), chess pattern. In chess there are 16 players on each team, 16 players on team black and 16 players on team white.
I feel like the 16 players (representing one of the teams), are resembling the classmates we know and love (including Chiaki and Hajime/Izuru). As we know, chess is about defeating the king. In this case, I’d say that Chiaki is the king, being the class representive and all. Let’s say that the classmates are on team white, and as we like to say it: Team Hope.
It’s pretty obvious that team black (Team Despair), soon took over the white team/team hope, as we saw in the new episode. To win in chess, you have to defeat the opposite team’s king, and it’s much easier to defeat the king if the opposite team doesn’t have any players left than the king itself.
By that, I’d say that Junko, who’s obviously on team black, won over team white, by taking out the white team’s players, one by one (representing the others watching the despair video). When those were taken down, the king was the only one left to beat. The king, who in this case obviously is Chiaki, didn’t want to give up, and that’s what a real hero and leader of a group would do: Never give up and fight instead of lose in front of the others in the group.
Due to Junko’s fast and genius tactics, she managed to defeat the king, the leader: Chiaki. When Chiaki was laying half dead on the floor, it represented the white team’s chess king and leader.
It’s maybe a stupid thought, but I actually think there is something more to the new Dangan Ronpa episode than people would normally think. Not only is she laying on a chess patterned floor (which is also black and white, like Monokuma), but she’s also playing against the team of despair. It’s literally white vs. black: Hope vs. despair.
The white king has lost against the black king, and the earlier white ones (the classmates), turned their backs to the white king (Chiaki and her hope), to fight along with team black (Junko). Team despair. The black team’s 16 people suddently resembled the Remnants of Despair and Junko, the black king “herself”. Without their king, they wouldn’t have survived the game. Therefore, they joined the bad king instead of the dead, good king. It’s pretty horrifying if you think of it.
Summary: The 16 classmates and students, including Chiaki and Hajime, were kind of playing a game against Junko. Let’s say that the 16 classmates are on team white, and that Junko is on team black (with the 15 other upcoming Remnants of Despair). Junko took down one by one of the students, not including Chiaki, as we saw in the new episode. When she finally came to Chiaki, the white king standind alone and “helpless”, she quickly killed her off (because without the others, Chiaki/the white king had no chance to live and survive). Seeing Chiaki/the white king die, the 15 others lost their hope, and they joined Junko’s side, the bad side, instead of continuing being on the good side. This represents the actual events of Dangan Ronpa, and it’s pretty scary when you come to think of it.
“Checkmate. You owe me 1000 kisses for saying I could never beat you and being wrong!” His eyes are gleeful as he stands up and raises his arms in victory like he’s just won Olympic gold rather than a casual game of chess. When he sits back down, his expression turns smug. “I can collect payment now or in installments. Which would you rather?” You can tell by the way he moves the game board and pieces rolling on their sides out of the way to sit closer to you that he would prefer all his kisses at once. It isn’t hard to imagine lounging languorously against the headboard of your bed and kissing over his warm skin and lips all day until the sunlight leaves your room, slipping back through the curtains to give you privacy in your intimate embrace. The clatter of chess pieces to the floor brings you out of your reverie and back to the present. “Or we can up the ante. I bet I can beat you at Monopoly, too.”
The views presented in this analysis are a part of my own individual interpretation of the video, which means they are subject to error. This post is based off of the video from the official SMTown Youtube channel, as well as the teaser video. All English lyrics taken from kpoplyrics.net.
Toy Soldiers: Almost everything about this video communicates the concept of toy soldiers. The choreography alone could deliver that message, even if the teaser video didn’t outright tell us.
Here are a few screenshots from the teaser video. They’re toy soldiers, the windup kind designed exclusively to march. Toys in general are interesting objects because they are pieces of plastic or wood or whatever material made up to look like something else–a doll looks like a girl, a train set like a train–real world objects made miniature. And the inanimate objects are made animate by a child, who is fully in control of them. Real life soldiers themselves follow this pattern as well. As units, they are “inanimate” in the sense that they lack the agency to make decisions. They are under the control of their superiors. They are only “animated” in the orders they follow. They only march when they are wound up.
A toy soldier is doubly bound–under the influence of both general and child. Except that where real world soldiers have the choice to follow orders or not, toy soldiers do not. The tyranny of the child is the stronger one, an unexpectedly dark twist. The control that is the focus of this video is the sort of control that we may be unaware of, just as oblivious as a toy being played with. This is a call to wake up.
We begin with the inanimate state. The members are lying on a table, with cords and surging lights. The music that plays is tense and disruptive. The first twenty seconds of this video are in black and white. It’s dark, moody, and sets the tone for the rest of the video.
We get this shot of a child standing in front of a carousel, holding a musical instrument. (I am sorry for my musical ignorance, it’s probably a clarinet or an oboe or something.) For the purposes of this analysis I’m just going to call it a pipe because there is a lyric that refers to a piper boy. The child wears a large mask. This is contrasted with a shot of Minho from the teaser holding the same pipe, appearing to play it. The pipe, I think is an indicator of power and the ability to lead. In the fairy tale the Pied Piper of Hamelin, the piper lures away children using his magic pipe. Both the child and Minho possess the pipe and have some possession of power.
I want to call attention to the nature of these two masks. The child’s mask conceals his identity, but still gives him the appearance of a face. Minho (along with all the other members in the teaser) has a mask that conceals his face without giving him another. He looks inhuman. His identity is removed completely. Where the child, our general or “tyrant,” is faceless in the sense that he has the luxury of power without responsibility, Minho is faceless in a way where he loses himself. He turns more into a creature at beck and call, than a soldier. Without identity and will, whatever power he could wield is not his own.
The carousel plays into the video in two ways. First, it carries into the childish, youthful aspect of toys. It also plays well with the creepy mood. Second, it suggests a sort of cyclicality I’ll discuss later.
Next we get a shot of an army of identical toy men. Everything is in shades of gray. It reminds me of some old horror/sci-fi movie. Every single one is the same. This reveals something about the military mindset. Soldiers are trained to forgo individual identity in favor of group identity. This is called deindividuation. They become less conscious of themselves, more obedient to a set chain of command.
Here we get what could have been a very disturbing image, if not for the Genie ad. The same masked child, our “tyrant,” stands under a bright light. Overhead, a raven flies upside down. The inversion of the the raven’s flight is unsettling, as it defies nature. The placement of the child gives the impression that the child has caused this. If we weren’t already weary of the child, we should be now. Especially given that ravens often symbolize death.
This inversion also ties into the inversion of child-adult roles. It is a child that commands the members.
There’s a brief flash of a scorpion, a creature that also has death symbolism, but also can represent control.
SHINee still lies on the table. They wear military uniforms fitting of soldiers, frozen in the poses of toys. The camera moves from their feet to this overhead shot just above them, almost like a giant standing up to loom over them. It’s foreboding.
The child opens the door to SHINee on the floor. The child’s shadow looms. He enters and plugs this giant plug in. He spurs them to life, animating them. They come to life only because it was his will.
The room lights up and we finally see color. SHINee themselves are wearing white uniforms. Contrast this to the individual colors from their stand alone shots, like Key’s pictured below. Individual identity fades within the context of a group.
The moment you dig deep into the night, it’s time
to find the rhythm that you’ve heard for the first time
I’m like the piper boy
and you’re like a dreaming child
Now everyone follow me and match your steps
Key mimes playing a flute, a reference to this piper boy lyric. This is an attempt to regain control in the battle of wills. The soldier will become the piper, will wake others for the cause.
Taemin wears a black fur coat next to a glass beast. It’s unclear if it’s supposed to be a bear or a panther or what. This is another instance of inversion. Glass, especially mirror glass like here, is a human invention. It’s cold. Wholly inanimate. And Taemin wears the fur, something the beast should be wearing. He instead takes on the beast’s attributes. Something powerful, but under control of another.
Minho stands on a checkered floor amidst chess pieces. They’re white, like the uniforms from dance scenes. I also don’t think there are ever anymore than five visible pieces at a time. These five pieces are the five members. Objects of power to be moved across a playing board without will.
Onew lies in front of a large chair, again on a checkered floor like a chess board. The chair is vaguely throne like, a symbol of power, but he doesn’t actually sit on it. Power within reach but not within grasp.
Jonghyun stands amongst statues without heads. It evokes just the physical power of the body without the conscious center of thought to guide it. It’s decoration, just how soldiers can become decorations of power.
Key stands in front of a giant floating phonograph horn. I think this has something to do with the idea of this video as a message, like the message is being projected out loud, and it’s powerful–it’s own force.
Here we have the wind up part of the dance.
Eventually, they come to rebel against the tyrannical control. Jonghyun smashes the statues that represent control, and Onew stands up before the throne as if to regain power.
At the end, it looks like they pull the pins out of their backs. They collapse. They remove the part of themselves that allows them to be controlled. A sort of “give me liberty or give me death.”
In the end, they end up the same way they began: on the floor and powerless. They are no longer under the control of another, but neither do they necessarily have their own form of control. They can only operate on the power they’re given. They cannot move past it. Any illusions of individual power were just that–illusions.
And I think there’s something to be said about the cyclicality of it–ending the way we begin. The similarities call attention to what is different, makes their loss all the more tragic.
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Sylvie groaned, head hitting the back of the bed frame in frustration. She was tempted to throw the chess board and pieces across the room, but decided to take her anger out on herself.
She had met Eva and Diego for the first time a few days ago. She thought going to Antonio’s parents’ anniversary party was scary and intimidating at the time, but it was nothing compared to meeting his children.
Eva had welcomed her wholeheartedly, asking her about her career as a paramedic since the 16 year old was thinking about becoming a nurse. Since her own aunt, Gabby, was a paramedic as well, Sylvie was extremely flattered that Eva went to her for information. With that tiny connection, they were able to hit it off beautifully, Eva even giving Sylvie a hug before she left.
But Diego…. Diego said barely two words to her. Actually, they were just “hi” and “bye”. No matter how much Sylvie tried to converse with him, he only answered with a shrug or a shake of the head. Antonio tried to assure Sylvie that he was doing the silent treatment with everyone these days, totally fixated on his chess app. But Sylvie could clearly see the strong relationship Diego had with both his father and sister, and while she wanted to make sure she didn’t overstep her boundaries, she really did want to form some kind of relationship with her boyfriend’s son.
Later that exact night, Sylvie went out to a local department store to buy a chess set and an instruction booklet. However, the directions had seemed like another language to her. It was incredibly confusing.
Cruz’s advice had helped, but she still needed to do better. She would be seeing Diego again in a couple of days, so she was on a time crunch.
She was on break, and like the days prior, she was spending it desperately trying to expand her knowledge on chess.
She didn’t let Antonio in on her plan, not wanting him to know how badly she was trying to bond with his son. Yes, she assumed that he would actually be happy that she was wanting to get along with Diego. But she couldn’t get rid of the thoughts in the back of her mind that were telling her not to freak him out.
“Damn it,” She muttered, again rereading a section over. She considered herself to be a fairly intelligent person, but for some reason she couldn’t figure out a simple game like chess.
Her ears perked up when she heard people approaching. She didn’t mind the curious eyes, and since she was trying to learn the game in the firehouse she knew that she couldn’t hide what she was doing from the others. Even Boden, who stays away from his firefighters and paramedics’ personal lives, walked past her once and gave her a few tips.
When she recognized the voices however, she immediately went into a panic mode. They belonged to two people, and it wasn’t the first voice that bothered her. That one was Herrmann’s, but the second voice was Antonio’s.
“Crap!” She tried to rush putting away the chessboard and pieces, but in her hassle she knocked the majority of the pieces off of the bed.
She had to decide what she was going to do, and fast. Herrmann and Antonio were quickly approaching. As she was down on the ground attempting to pick up the pieces as fast as she could, on a whim she decided to hide underneath the bed.
She saw the two pairs of feet a few seconds later from her position under the bed. She had hoped that they wouldn’t have noticed the mess she left, but they did.
“Huh.” Antonio’s feet stopped, Sylvie could easily distinguish his shoes from Herrmann’s, turning towards the bed. “Whose playing chess?”
“Oh! I bet it was Bre—” Sylvie cringed, if he revealed that she was learning chess, Antonio was bound to figure out why.
Luckily, Herrmann realized this. Or probably remembered that she specifically told everyone who found out her new hobby to not tell Antonio. Either way, she was grateful.
“Boden. He’s been really into the game recently.” Sylvie couldn’t help but cringe again when she heard the direction Herrmann decided to go. Boden, really? That was the least believable person to go with. She understood that their last names both started with a B, but still he could have chosen another name.
“Really?” Antonio sounded suspicious. It wasn’t going to be easy to get this target off of her back. “Wouldn’t he do all of this in his office? And pick up after his mess?”
“Eh, Uh…” Herrmann was fumbling over his words, but then recovered. “Feelin’ nostalgic from his older days.”
“Right.” Again, Antonio sounded skeptical. “You know what, Herrmann, I think I left my keys back there. I’ll update you later, okay?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Herrmann begun walking away. “I’ll tell Brett that you said hello, then?”
“Yeah, that would be good. Thanks.” Sylvie listened to Herrmann walk away until she couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore.
However, Antonio’s feet didn’t move at all. Anxiety begun to find its way into her stomach, starting to believe that he didn’t misplace his keys at all.
“Ah!” She couldn’t hold back a surprised yelp when he suddenly leaned down and shoved his head underneath the bed. Her head shot up and hit the bottom of the bed, an instant reaction that she couldn’t avoid.
“Ow.” She moaned, gratefully taking his hand to help herself up as she crawled out of her hiding spot.
“You okay?” He took a hold of her head, examining it with great detail. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, knowing he was only concerned. But still, she had only bumped her head. There was no dire emergency.
“Yeah.” She couldn’t help but wince when his hand brushed against the place she bumped her head. “You scared the shit out of me, though.”
“Sorry about that.” He apologized. “To be fair, you shouldn’t hide underneath the bed.”
“I thought you wouldn’t notice me.” She admitted. “But I should have known that I wouldn’t have been able to fool you.”
“I’m a detective, it’s my job to take in my surroundings.” He told her, clearly amused. His hand still gently strokes the slight bump on her head that she received from the scare. “Also, you left your phone on the bed.”
Sylvie looked down, and indeed, on the bed laid her iPhone. She wasn’t that sneaky after all. It probably would have been better if she just continued sitting on the bed instead of making this mess. Because now, her head was bruised and she was frazzled.
“Next time I have to do better, I guess.” She grabbed her phone and tucked it into her back pocket. She didn’t want to leave it alone again, better to be safe than sorry.
“Next time you try to hide from me?” Antonio took his hand off of her head, crossing it over the other in front of his chest. “I assumed you would have been pleasantly surprised to see me.”
“Well, yes—of course, always—” Sylvie stuttered out, her boyfriend making her feel flustered. She didn’t know why she was still feeling this way, so on edge. He was going to put the pieces together in a matter of minutes that Sylvie was trying to learn chess to get Diego to talk to her.
He turned his attention to the chess pieces on the floor, staring at them for a few seconds, an unreadable expression on his face. He then looked at the bed, picking up the introduction to chess book, flipping through the pages. Sylvie was unable to speak, she was filled with nerves. It felt like there was a humongous lump in her throat.
Sylvie assumed it was better to stay silent anyways, as Antonio would be able to figure out what was going on by himself. Plus she didn’t know exactly what to say.
More butterflies begun to fly around in her stomach when she finally saw him begin to realize what was going on. He turned towards Sylvie with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
“You’re trying to learn chess for Diego?” His eyes were now looking directly into hers. She could see the distinct surprise in them.
Sylvie scratched the back of her head, deciding just to go for it. She was trying to get closer to his son, form a connection. He wouldn’t feel anything but gratitude towards her. Right?
“Yeah, I am.” He didn’t say anything, only giving a nod as an encouragement for her to continue. She took that moment to take a deep breath, to try to recollect her thoughts.
“So….the other day..” She begun to explain the why she was learning chess for Diego. “I hit it off with Eva, well at least I’m pretty confident I did—”
“You did.” Antonio confirmed. “She really likes you.”
At that news Sylvie couldn’t hold back her smile. “Really? That’s great!” When Antonio didn’t respond, she remembered that she was in the middle of telling him why she was learning chess.
“But with Diego….he barely said anything to me. And if I am recalling this correctly, I am pretty sure those words were hi and bye.” She told Antonio. “And I noticed that the whole time he was so invested in that chess app on his phone, so I decided….” She gestured to the empty chessboard and also the instruction booklet Antonio was holding in his hand. “Well, you can assume the rest.”
“Why?” Antonio pressed, stepping closer to Sylvie. She took ahold of his hands, pulling him down so they both could sit on the edge of the bed. Before her bottom touched the mattress, she pushed the chessboard to the other side of the bed.
“What do you mean why?” Sylvie thought he would understand immediately why she was wanting to get along with Eva and Diego so badly. “They are your kids, the most important people in the world to you. So that makes them important to me too. I don’t just want to have forced small talk with them every time we see each other, I want to develop a relationship with them.” She confessed, hoping this wasn’t too serious relationship stuff she was treading on. Yes, him introducing her to his kids was a big sign that he viewed their relationship as something serious, but she wanted to make sure she wasn’t overstepping any uncharted territory.
Sylvie became quiet, awaiting Antonio’s response. But he didn’t say anything, only continued staring at her with an intense look in his eyes.
She must have freaked him out. Sylvie opened her mouth, trying to think of a way to fix the situation—
When Antonio’s mouth rammed against hers, as his hand reached up to cradle the back of her neck. His initial action was rough, but as their lips met, he became gentle. Each time their lips briefly separated, he came back again to catch hers in between his like she was a piece of delicate porcelain glass. Sylvie matched his pace, reaching her hands up to grasp the back of his leather jacket.
“God, I love you.” He whispered as they parted. Either his declaration of love was because of the heat of the moment, or he had actually planned this. Knowing Antonio, it was probably a combination of the two.
“What?” She breathed out, eyes widening. She knew what she should have replied with, but he had caught her off guard.
Antonio seemed to get even more determined. “I love you.” He repeated. “And I’ve been feeling this way for a while, but I didn’t want to scare you off—”
“You scare me off?” Sylvie blurted off, interrupting him. Probably wasn’t the best decision, as he had just told her he loved her and was explaining his feelings, but she couldn’t hold back her surprise. Especially when she was worried that she was going to scare him off! “That’s ridiculous.”
“Like it’s ridiculous that you thought that I would be scared off by you?” Sylvie opened her mouth in surprise, as she didn’t mention to Antonio that piece of information.
“You’re so easy to read, babe.” Was Antonio’s reply, which Sylvie couldn’t argue against. What he said was completely true.
“You don’t have to point out the obvious.” Sylvie told him, finally letting go of her grip on his jacket.
“I’m just waiting for your reply.”
“My reply?” Sylvie repeated, slightly puzzled. “What reply—oh!” She covered her mouth with her hands. Had she really not responded to him yet?
“Yeah, oh.” Antonio mimicked, leaning forward.
“I love you.” Sylvie finally responded, clasping her hands around his neck. Antonio didn’t reply with words, pressing his lips against hers again.
Fic Request: Lydia just losses it one day. She storms out of class, gets in her car and drives. She ends up at the lake house. She’s been missing for 3 days and no one knows where she is. It’s stiles that find her and they spend the weekend together. When they come back everyone is relieved, but notices that stiles and Lydia are dating (:
Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Romance
Author’s Note: This is the third and last part of She Wants to Go Home. I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun with it and hope you guys do too!
I think too much about this, so I decided to assemble my thoughts into a post. Lets go through the candidates.
Important Note: This is a sort of open post - if you read this and can think of another argument for or against any of the candidates, or think of another candidate you think should be on the list, let me know and I’ll add it with your username (if you want.) Lets see if we can’t collectively solve this mystery.
Or maybe Ishida will tell us next week and this will be a wasted effort. I am so entirely fine with that being the case.