Btw I'm finally publishing on AO3, if any of y'all are interested my user is arwyn1203. I have my current WIP, a garrance fic up. As well as the one shots posted here
Day 525 + 1036 of posting Aphmau memes till MyStreet season 7 comes out | another meme from the junk drawer, like do we even still believe the comet is going to be a danger or was it just to represent something, I forget the theories
Laurance yearned for the man he once was in a way he not knew possible until now. Carefree was far from the right word to describe the man he once was, for he cared for all of Old Meteli and protected that town with his life. There was no weight on his shoulders, at least not the weight he walked with now. Now the burden that he dragged with him everywhere was not one he had taken on by choice. No responsibility he took on. He couldn't back away from it this time. For he had welcomed death with open arms and death turned him away. Thrusting him into a limbo where he wasn't dead, but he was far from alive. Haunted by brief moments in time he struggled to string together into a memory. Images burned into his brain matching the scars along his body that felt foreign. He had looked death in the eyes, and death waved the white flag. Awoken from a battle he did not know he won. Covered in scars he had no memory of receiving. The eyes of a man he had no recollection of meeting.
He yearned for the days in which his title was nothing more than The Casanova. For now the only think most would remember him for were his eyes. No longer the emerald green that struck down women's hearts. Rather a red that resembled blood, and felt like war. It was not a war with anyone but himself. A war that he knew he'd one day lose. An ever constant battle within himself to try and be the man he once was. The man who never won a battle with death.
People aren't really supposed to do that are they? Win a battle against death, at least no in the way he did. Sure people have near death experiences all the time, or get to the brink of death, only to come back to full health. They are alive though, they never actually die. He did though, death took him in only for him to escape it. There was no word for what he was, not quite dead, defiantly not alive though. He felt alive, but not in the sense that he once felt. No longer could he feel his body deteriorating like it once did. It could withstand far worse now, a perk in his line of work. Of course those he protected rarely saw it as that.
Laurance knew he was supposed to die, and stay dead that day. The Matron in all of her glory did not allow that though. For the woman he was willing to die for needed him. It mattered not that he was a willing soul to leave the mortal plane, for she had plans that he was needed for. She didn't plan on him dying that day, but she made sure no matter how much he begged for death to take him back it wouldn't.
It was cruel in a strange way. He didn't want to die, at least not actively. Whatever this was, whatever limbo it was that he was stuck in, he didn't want it. He was ready for it to be over, everyone he had loved and protected when he was alive was taken care of. They did not need him anymore, and yet the Matron did not allow him the sweet relief of death.
A drag path but it's the stones at my grandparents graves left by my ex best friend of nearly a decade. My parents and I standing in the cemetery knowing no one visits grandpa. Staring at the grave of a man I never knew, forced to remember just another person I lost. The stones tucked into the earth by someone I no longer know. The knowledge that there are two more stones each of us left at our classmates grave. A relationship transcending generations changing the narrative her great grandparents wrote. Her part in my life etched into the world alongside their gravestones.
Kudos to fanfiction writers for writing about all the trauma and emotional and mental turmoil that the original content creators dont acknowledge when putting characters through hell
This has evolved to one of fanfiction’s major assets in my eyes. To every author that cares enough about the characters in their stories to examine trauma, but also the slow, tedious processes of healing and recovery: your stories mean so much to me and other persons with mental health problems. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Parrot's new video is genuinely just fueling my theory that all four of the UU protagonists are just Greek heros. Hubris will be the downfall of them all. (Rage for Spoke too much like Heracles)
Parrot was far from prepared for the debate. He came right at Lettuce using ad hominems to attack his personal character. Stating that Lettuce "sacrificed" those players, while there is an argument there, Parrot had no rebuttal, at least not one with any body of it. There was a way to prove that Wemmbu was freed, other than demanding that he is shown (a signed and dated book). He only ever briefly mentioned his own plans of ruling and instead of going for Lettuce's policies he went for his character itself.
Lettuce was prepared, very well, he is a good debater. While he is corrupt and power hungry he knows how to rally the masses for him. He was able to at least temporarily prove that he could capture Wemmbu. (I also noticed Lettuce wasn't in the fight much I feel like that could become relevant)
Parrot only briefly touched on the city in the amplified and failed to mention that they had reached out to law multiple times. Parrot didn't mention the Far lands city, helping to defeat the Mafia, and unfortunately killing The Director, someone who was his best friend. Time and time again Parrot proves that he will do what he thinks is right no matter what even if that means losing something or someone. Yet come the debate none of that came up, he instead played dirty right from the start stooping Lettuce's level. A call he could not have afforded to make.
Both Flame and Wemmbu believe they are the strongest and the most powerful in their own ways. Both believing they don't need anyone else to survive. Demanding independence because anytime they become dependent they lose something. Sure there is Egg, but that's because Wemmbu enjoys his presence and Egg needs him not vise versa.
In the 1000 players videos we see the men fight alongside each other, and more than anything, we see them helping each other. They are capable of working together, and with others. In doing so they admit they are not truly the best because their egos will not allow.
Then there is Spoke, his fatal flaws both hubris and rage. In the start of the series he flies too close to the sun and continues to pay for it. He saw himself untouchable seeing himself a god; something that is a common thing amongst Greek heros. He had everything he could ever want, and Jamato saw the corruption it did to him. So he destroyed everything, well nearly everything because he just couldn't let go of such power that easily.
When Spoke even thought that Mapicc had died he went nuclear. Fueled by grief his rage was like no other. Jamato wasn't trying to turn anyone against Spoke he was trying to stop him, because maybe if he couldn't get through maybe they could. Instead Spoke saw it was a betrayal of the greatest level. Like before with Capital City, he went nuclear and attempted to kill Jamato a status chamber being the only reason he failed. His rage all consuming as he attempts to protect the facade he puts on. He knows there are people that see through it and his ego allows him to believe that he can kill them as they come along and no one else will ever see it. They will though, time and time again people will see the same darkness within him.
I really hope this makes sense, it's 1:30 and Ive barely eaten and I've been baking for over 4hrs and I worked today (12hrs of kitchen time so far lol)
Parrot is afraid of losing people. The fear that drives Parrot is the fear for others. Fear for their safety. Not his own. (Never his own... That's his fatal flaw. The one thing all his friends screamed at him about. You need to be more careful! You need to think of yourself sometimes!) He's so afraid of others, so afraid of losing others. That is his motivation for everything he does.
Wemmbu
Wemmbu is afraid of being perceived as weak. Afraid to go back to that time where he was weak. Where he was helpless. He's driven by his fear of going back to a time where he wasn't feared. He must be feared! Because if he's not feared then they'll just walk all over him. They'll tie him up. Stab him in the back. Squish him beneath their feet. He will always choose to be feared rather than to be loved. At least he has power if he's feared. That is his motivation for everything he does.
Flame
Flame is afraid to care. He is the opposite of Parrot. If he's afraid for other people that makes him weak. That leaves him open for attack. He's the opposite of Parrot and the mirror of Wemmbu. He's not afraid to be perceived as weak, because he never has been and never will. But he's terrified of caring. Terrified of needing to protect someone. Because he only knows how to protect himself. He's afraid to be perceived as weak for caring. He is the great and terrible Immortal Demon. And demons don't care for people So he shuts them out. Stabs them in the back. It's all he knows how to do. It's the only way he knows how to keep himself safe. He's afraid to care because it will only hold him back. There's nothing he can do with someone else's help that he can't do alone. That is his motivation for everything he does.
And finally...
Spoke
It took me a while to figure out what drove Spoke's character. But it finally clicked earlier today (you can go read the full breakdown on my page. Should be just under this one)
Spoke is terrified of what he sees inside himself. Terrified of what he could become. Jamato saw it in the early days. The terrible darkness inside him. So he left in an attempt to quell it. To ensure he did not teach Spoke something deadly. (And ended up only fanning the flame) Spoke is terrified of becoming the monster that deep down, he knows he is. So when Ash called him out on it, told him he'd become exactly the same as Ash, Spoke knew he was right. His fear of becoming something terrible drives every single decision he makes. Yet in an attempt to avoid becoming that person, he just seals his fate. He's so afraid of becoming a monster that his actions performed in fear only make him more into one.thats why Rose's death haunts him so much. Because it proved Ash and Jamato right. Because it proved that little voice in the back of his head right. Leo saw it in him. Zam saw it in him. Lettuce won't even send his own lawmen after him because that is a fate too cruel, even for criminals and nobodies. Spoke's fear is becoming a monster. And how everything he does only proves that he is one. That is his motivation for everything he does
Adding to this discussion bc I love the way this was put.
Parrot has a hero complex, there is no question and we see it get worse throughout the series. He only really had one person consistently save him and chase him time and time again to ensure his safety. Ultimately though that friendship was torn apart by that dynamic. His incessant need to keep everyone safe comes from not wanting people to go through what he did. Losing the person he cared for most. He has control when others depend on him more than he depends on him. He isn't a fighter, his wits are what got him as far as he did. He wants to be the savior because the last person that for him lost himself in doing so, and he refuses to let the cycle repeat.
Wemmbu had a reputation for being unpredictable and self serving at times, but we see that when he cares he does to levels unseen. Even as he was escaping prison he never pursued Lopez. With that we also see that the first person he did trust, the first person he allowed to fight alongside him betrayed him. A betrayal that was planned from the beginning their whole friendship was built on distrust. We see how Wemmbu went from being distrustful of Zam, to having near blind faith in him. Only to be broken down to nothing. He doesn't dare show vonribly or weakness because the last time he did he was broken down to nothing. He has to make a name for himself otherwise everyone was right about him.
Flame doesn't care or trust easily. The few he did left him in their own ways. It became easier to be alone. It was safer to not let anyone in. He found strength in being alone because the only one who measured up to him disappeared. Due to his past people will always be after him, he is a walking target. Those who hunt him may not have the skill he does but they have the numbers. Letting anyone in just means someone in danger. He's a mercenary who can never hang up his blade. He was alone for so long in doing so that became all he knew, all he could rely on. So he pushes everyone away because he can control himself, so that he doesn't have to worry about someone else in the violence that seems to follow him everywhere.
Spoke is similar to Wemmbu in this way. Both driven by the need to prove others judgements about them wrong. The difference is that Spoke saw what they all saw too. He is Icurus and he flies just under the sun, his wings not quite melting but they are far too close. What people see in him, what he sees in himself cannot come to fruition. In that fight against himself he is doing nothing but pushing himself right into what they said about him. He is the author of a story he is trying to change the ending of a finished story. He has to prove he cares about something other than himself because if they didn't everything they said about him was right.
(WIP) my interpretations of the uu quartet ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )
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i'd like to think wemmbu looked more "extravagant" and had finer hair during the princezam arc cuz he genuinely saw zam as an ally & would want to look like hes closely associated with him (royal empire type stuff)
Hey spoke love the vid, dont usually like his stuff that much (literally just a style thing I still watch them), but yeah this was a work of art. Everyone's acting has gotten so much better as has the writing it's amazing to watch other story tellers develop. Just uh poor timing in terms of my own life. In other news y'all will be getting a second part to The Demon Trio with Egg processing everything
i'm rewatching wemmbu's entire uu pov and oh my god the empire arc is even more painful to watch rn.
going from trusting zam and thinking he's just helping his friend by making a colony for him to getting all of that taken away from him in a matter of minutes. even when things weren't making too much sense he still had hope that zam wasn't against him - that they were friends.
like, after the flame fight, hearing that zam came back he probably thought he'll be okay and was getting checked up on, but instead he was just humiliated and made to walk through the ruins of his empire to "showcase" it all for zam's sadistic enjoyment. being told he's so useless and pathetic that even killing him or banning him was pointless and then having to witness what's left of his already ruined home be completely destroyed. oh my sweet sweet wemmbu.
The Demon had no memory of meeting the person who would become his other half. There was always just a time before him, times without him, and when the two existed side by side. The cyclops was the type to fade in and out of the other’s life. The other’s he remembered meeting.
The colorful demon he had known for far too long, the two learning how to fight together. The other was always sneaky in fights, cheating at every chance he got, never getting a chance to allow the other to win. Spoke had introduced him to the birdhybrid. The dynamic between the two confused the purple demon for far too long. Parrot was honest to his values and who he cared for to a fault. Spoke would cheat, lie, manipulate, use anyone he could, doing whatever it took no matter the cost to come out on top.
Suppose that is why the two demons never called themselves friends. Both plagued by the hunger to rise above their station. Never having the skill to beat the one adorned the Immortal Demon by their teachers.
He was born from the ashes, harnessing the flame as his own. He lived up to his namesake more than most of the others. He was always the best. No matter what, he would come out on top of every battle they were ever in. The most kills, the most loot, the most recognition.
It didn’t matter when the other two demons found flaws in the world. Giving it their all was never enough. Spoke took it too far, as both often did. This time he did something no one could come back from. He did something that could destroy everything.
Wemmbu never cared about much. The cyclops off on his own, deep in a library off in some forgotten part of the world. He always found his way back to his demon though. For that was one thing each cared about over all else. The brightly colored one had to do something, anything to preserve the world in which his friend loved so dearly.
So he did, he teamed with the Empire. To take down someone he grew alongside. Traveling beyond lands that were not their own. The keeper of the Islands deep in sleep somewhere far from the hub of the lands he protected. The Emperor had limits, the mercenary by his side well he was in the business for a reason.
Each soldier one by one trapped in inescapable prisons, well nearly inescapable. Alongside each of those the bird’s only ally was trapped amidst their leader.
He finally had something of his own. Something other than combat that he could prove himself in. Something to give him a name, for the Emperor had trusted him with a colony. His right hand returned, stories of events across the world came with him. The men ran their colony best they could. Collecting taxes, protecting their citizens and their rulers imaginary treasure. Even the bird sought refuge with them at some point.
The purple demon had long since made a name for himself. One that no matter how much he tried he could not escape it. A reputation of doing whatever it took to protect himself and in that he lost the city he and his right hand lost everything. Once more he had something to prove.
His ally who fought alongside him. The two in a shared mission to save those around them. The first human he ever truly trusted and listened to. The man he gave his first mace up for. The only human to ever hold his blade back. The Emperor had betrayed him, destroying everything he built in his name. Suppose there was a reason he never trusted humans until the fellow mutineer.
The demon and his cyclops began making a new name for themselves. One that was worse than the demon had held before. For the demon took down a mafia ruling the world for his friend. The cyclops was smart, intelligence that could measure up to that of the bird and his human companion.
Their peace never lasted though. The reputation they built for themselves was one that had them hunted down deep into deadly forests. Trapped underground, everyone the demon trusted betrayed him or died. Never the cyclops though. He was far from the same fighter as his other half.
The cyclops was never just the brains of the duo. He was the soul, the heart, the reason, the one who could control the demons wraith. The demon was stubborn, too much for his own good, and the cyclops was unwavering in his loyalty.
So when the demon’s wraith took him far beyond the ends of the world they went together. Hunting down a man who had bested the soldier. It didn’t matter that they got the mace back. The demon's lust for control and power was never ending.
The demon was never the most observant, for that’s what the cyclops was for. The bow didn’t make a noise as it drew, he felt it though. The threat was there and it was real. He took it, no hesitation, for without his other half he would soon die; the two had too many enemies. The arrow meant for the demon had struck the cyclops banishing him to the endless wastelands.
There was no one holding him back. His wraith unmatched and ready to be unleashed upon the world. As it did something in him died. The humanity he did not know was gone. No voice following him around telling him the fight wasn’t worth it. No voice there to contain his wrath.
He finally had what he wanted. A title, the one who defeated the immortal demon, the holder of the orbital cannon, the dual mace wielder. There were no taxes for them to collect. No revenge to carry out, the two separated by worlds, the demon had finally got what he wanted for so long. No longer having something to prove. There was nothing left for him anymore.
There was nothing left to do, but even a world away he could not leave his cyclops behind. He changed his armor, tucked his wings away, and stopped using his mace. He reinvented himself, for that was the only way he could live. The purple demon had cursed his name, so he stopped using it.
He helped Capital City, the same one he had blown up and been banned from. He traveled the Great Sea to protect his identity, teaming with the man who had gone to the ends of the world to hurt him and his cyclops a lifetime ago. He traveled below the underworld, trusting the person who had trapped them there together. He protected the innocent, something he did not know he was capable of.
The birds came knocking on his door. They knew who he was, The Invisible Knight as so many called him. They knew who exactly knew his true identity. Sure the muted colored bird could fight but the demon had beat him before, when he was weaker. The Immortal Demon didn’t show the first time, his loyalty was to himself and what he wanted.
The words of the proctor rang through his ears. The warnings about taking on this fight. The warnings of ones past all coming back. He’s never been the mature type though, so he chased the birds to the trap his fellow demon had set for him. He lost, they knew who he was, and people were coming for them all.
It didn’t matter in those moments for the other demon wanted a rematch and the birds had gotten him it. Having spent so long as a soldier, mercenary, whatever would pay, all he knew was violence. The history between the two stopped mattering, the years spent fighting alongside each other a lifetime ago were nothing now. Flame wanted his title back and Wemmbu wanted something of his own.
The birds flew away, cowering from the fight they created. The Parrot’s greed over taking his better judgement.
The battle between the two demons was interrupted, someone wanted them to pay for what they had done over the years. The duo won, as they always did, the crown never slipping, the blindfold never faltering. Imperial Fire, that's what the Law called them. The younger demon wore the same crown his smiling emperor once did. The other demon was fire, named for his eternal flame and his fighting style. They were the never ending fire.
They won, barely, but they won and that’s all that mattered to the younger demon. The immortal demon nearly lost the title many times in the fight but the Invisible Knight was by his side each time. He had lost to many in his time, rival or not he wasn’t going to die like this. Minute's voice echoed in his mind each time he took a life. Each time his mace struck down as he hid his wings away, “I feel like we can do this without having to kill them.”
The two’s body count was too high to keep track of. When they were first taking lives it never did much to them. It felt odd, to just no longer have them there, but they had won and that’s all that mattered to them. The youngest hated killing, he was never strong the same way the other two were. He cried the first time he took a life. They made fun of him for it, even now his resistance to take lives often had the other demons teasing him.
Eggchan was able to talk Wemmbu out of killing more than most. Using logic to get him to lay down his mace. He didn’t mind killing, but his protector's body count was too high to count and he knew one day it would hit him. So when he could he talked him out of a fight. He wasn’t here right now, he was hidden away, protecting the lands that the birds were scouring.
Flame only ever trusted one other to fight alongside him. Sure there were others that fought with him, but no one ever matched up to the lion hybrid. Together the world could be theirs, people often called them brothers, the resemblance between the two was striking, and their fighting styles were all too familiar. Mane had morals and cared about where the money came from. Something Flame did not have the privilege of caring about.
The battle had ended. Flame saw his old friend in the other demon’s fighting style. Wemmbu trusted the other enough to grant him wings and a spare mace. He believed their rivalry was over and he had finally found another friend.
They were hundreds of meters up in the sky. Wemmbu had put his stuff away, even his wings were tucked away. He turned his back to the other, and looked up on the battlefield. For a brief moment he could hear a fire being lit, given who his companion was he disregarded the noise.
Lost in thought, thinking he was finally safe he didn’t take notice when the other approached him from behind. The foot against his back pushing him off the leg was stronger than he was ready for. He was far too weak to do anything. His wings fought back as he tried to fly.
Why won’t they work?
He could feel the holes in them. The areas that had dried blood weighed him down.
His wings wouldn’t take flight.
Why couldn’t he fly?
He could always fly.
That was always his.
His flight and his mace.
Those were his.
Those were the only things no one could take from him.
The other demon had used up his totems.
Was that his plan?
Bait the younger demon into saving him so that he would think he was safe. Only to take his life.
The fire.
The burning sound.
He had emptied everything from his bags.
There was no water to catch his fall.
No totem to bring him back from death.
And his wings, they just couldn’t take flight.
He hoped the rumors were true and that he would gain peace in his death.
That someone would keep his cyclops safe.
That he would get his things.
No one else was allowed to touch his crown or his maces.
He knew to keep them clean and safe.
Maybe the protector of the Islands would return.
Maybe this time people would listen to him.
His time had come and now all he could do was hope Egg would be okay.
A/N
Uh yeah i cant ever be normal about block characters. I got sad writing this.
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