Princezams Brotherling Right Here Lads

princezams brotherling right here lads

smoke and mirrors to set the world aflame by eventide.

image credits:

Phantom: Stage One continues. by @neilkrug on instagram // soul flame Painting by Elena Sattarova // 'This is my flower, my death.' by @revol4357 on twitter // Scotch & a Cigarette by @NoahVerrier on twitter // Marlboro Pack 5x7 by Craig Stephens // Russian Roulette Infographic by Robb Leef on Dribble

text credits:

smoke and mirrors to set the world aflame by Anonymous/eventide // Crybaby by Caitlyn Siehl // Take Me Tomorrow by Shannon A. Thompson

So Roses and Smoke Week Day One...

(Art under the cut, TW for smoking, click for better quality if ya want cause Tumblr kinda nerfed it a bit)

His ass got left at the alter... or something idk i just wanted to draw pretty stained glass

Roses and Smoke Week day 1 ficlet

ao3 link

The night’s air was heavy with smoke between them. Nearly obscuring Redd’s view of the pretty divine thing on the other side of the table. A candlelit dinner between them as the Ash does his best to discern Reddoons’s true intentions.

According to the rules of this date Ash wasn’t allowed to look into his human mind to find out. Redd hopes that the God complies with the challenge. The divine always think them so above humans, but Redd thinks that they’re not so different.

This ‘date’ was a meeting between minds, two people who think they’re above the rest. One of which could smite the other out of existence if he looks at him wrong.

But Redd’s not scared. He can’t make any grand sweep statements that Ash can about the nature of mankind or reality, but Redd knows how to make an offer.

”Well, this was nice; I suppose.“ Ash tells him, leaning back, creating a distance between them that gave Redd shivers.

”So we have a deal then?“ Redd smirks, Ash claimed to be unconquerable, but resources are what win a war. Supply lines and cutthroat policies.

”I think we might.“ Ash relinquishes, he frowns but it doesn’t meet his eye. In that dark purple abyss Redd sees amusement. And that had been the goal. What else could a God possibly be after if not a good time?

Reddoons stands up, offering a handshake across the small dinner table. Ash takes it, and gives it a strong squeeze. Stronger than a human grip should be; a warning to not think he’s won. Redd ignores it.

”Great, so when can I expect to see you again?“ he asks, as the air around Ash pulses, Redd wants to flinch but he’s worked to steady himself against Ash’s tricks.

”Hmm.“ Ash enunciates, making a show of his thinking. ”Same time next week?“ he winks, before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

And this is when Reddoons knows he’s won. His prize? Another date with a God. The favour of the divine. Some people say that being a chosen one is a trap, but not if you still have a spot at the negotiating table.

Thinking about Minute’s insane morals and how he doesn’t have a single genuinely bad bone in his body. He gets confused when he’s betrayed, he begs for explanations when people are cruel. He would rather make amends than hold onto grudges. He forgives and forgets. He teams with the same guy (Wemmbu) that’s betrayed him countless of times, and still trusts him anyways. Even if a bit reluctant at first. Even if he knows he’ll still end up betrayed.

Like this guy has PROBLEMS. He so morally… Good. He can stoop down to other people’s level, he can play dirty, he can be intimidating. He doesn’t really let himself get walked all over. But he’d MUCH rather just hang out and have peace. He gets upset when people are negative because he’s just SO optimistic. He always has to see the Good side of things, even when it’s a horrendous situation.

Even when he has reasons to be angry and upset and spiteful, he still chooses to hold his head high and STICK to his morals. He’s Stubborn. He tries so hard to see Why people are evil and hurtful, but he can’t personally understand. He needs to be the hero. He needs to save others. Because who else is going to do it? Who else has the resources, the strength, the backbone, the reputation? He gives items out to people with no expectation for reimbursement. He’s always saving other server members, even his enemies, from tricky situations.

He tries hard to remain all mysterious and brooding. He tries to seem calm and collected. But he wears his heart on his sleeve. You can hear every emotion in his voice, in the glint in his eyes. The way his smile upturns when he finds something amusing, or how his eyebrows furrow when he’s trying to piece something together. He’s an incredibly emotional guy, and he’s not good at hiding it. He’s notoriously a bad liar. He gives himself away every time he opens his mouth. It’s WHY he’s so genuine, so easy to trust.

It’s easy to get under his skin, but he still holds his ground. Because he has to. Because the world is cruel and brutal, and everyone is out to get him. Killing is second nature on most SMPs, especially on Lifesteal. But he can defend himself. Most other people can’t. He’s paranoid, and watches events from the sidelines (even if it annoys other players.) He always has extra food and fireworks to give out. Despite covering himself in dark colors, and hiding from large groups, he’s still looking out for others. He’s still the beacon of hope people need. He’s so annoyingly optimistic and cheerful that it’s sickening to most. He refuses to let himself become bitter and pessimistic.

Anyways bro thinks he’s Batman.

roses/smoke

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“He-” The door swung open, and the Reddoons from last night was suddenly in front of Ash, regarding him strangely. He looked from Ash's face, to his black eye (he didn't even seem sorry), to the bouquet of roses in Ash's arms. Red's unusually calloused hands came up to pluck the blunt from his lips as he exhaled a puff of smoke–

He was smoking. Idly, Ash noted the irony of it.

“It's you.” He said simply, raising an eyebrow.

Ash took in a breath, tasting the smoke from Red's cigarette as it dissipated into the atmosphere. “My name is–”

“Ash.” Reddoons narrowed his eyes. “I remember.”

There was an awkward lull of silence. Ashswagg found himself hating how this wasn't coming as easily as it had. He hated how different this Reddoons seemed to be from his own. He hated that he still loved him. He hated the entire multiverse.

“What do you want?” Red finally snapped. “What's with the roses?”

Ashswagg was a god. He wasn't made to be quiet. Still, he whispered. “They're for you.”

“I told you, last night.” Reddoons reiterated, beginning to close the door in Ash's face. “I'm not a rose guy.”

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[end of part five]