king wa hitori, kono ore da.❜

SOFT ANGST STARTERS. // @satellitesfallingstar

there seemed to be much more that yusei had to be than wanted. it would always amaze him how selfless his friend was, and how willingly he gave up everything just to make others happy. jack didn’t understand that, though, to some degree appreciated and… admired. yet definitely was not jealous.

a friend to rua and ruca, but also their guardian; protector of rally and the rest of the squad more than a companion. always ready to help if anyone in the satellite was in need, just to finally become that dystopian place’s saviour by bringing it back together with the city. yusei could pretend he was not exhausted by always being there for everybody, but jack knew him better than anyone else, and he wasn’t the one to fool.

“it’s really hard to know sometimes, isn’t it?” he muttered, for a brief moment turning his eyes onto yusei. “don’t get upset by what i’m about  to tell you,” jack warned, raising his hand slightly, letting his friend know not to interrupt, “but if you want my opinion, you have to finally stop being what others want you to be. just quit it. focus on yourself, yusei, or you’ll become a mere reflection of people’s expectations.” 

it reminded him of the days back when he used to wield the title of the king of riding duels. when he used to act like the audience and – first and foremost – godwin expected him to. and then everything had disappeared, setting him free from that burden, but bringing another question of who the hell he was, what was his purpose after reaching everything he used to dream of. 

SOFT ANGST STARTERS. // @cursedrose

“oh, come on. have I ever lied to you?"

but who was he trying to fool? denial was a pretty normal and understandable reaction to such words, and if it had been himself being told ‘you are my favourite person in the entire universe’ by jack atlas, he would have refused to give credence to that as well.

because, to be as honest as he was being right now, he didn’t like jack atlas that much. so, in the end, perhaps he wasn’t that bad at lying.

he hadn’t been drinking for months, and now those three glasses of semi-dry red wine were making him desperately miss green tea. just as much damn delicious, but with no side effects in form of terrible courage. why that sudden confession had seemed like a good idea till the very moment of saying it out loud?

SOFT ANGST STARTERS. // @lunyrd

Heloves that chill going through his spine that causes his body totremble. The familar chill he’d witnessed so many times, yet nothingseemed to able to change it anytime soon. Otherwise, it wouldn’t bethe sime. And he couldn’t entertain not only his audience, but –first and foremost – himself.

Thepulse of the king now forms a line here! Witnessthe power of the rumbling heavens! Synchro Summon!

Thesummon chant Jack knows by heart, and there is none he’d ever usedthat many times. No matter how easy and predictable the duel is,those lines make his soul burn. But this duel is not just likeevery other, it’s been making him smile practically since the verybeginning. Himself, Jack Atlas, facing Aki Izayoi? He should havesigned up for that long time ago, yet maybe because of how long he’dbeen looking forward to the change of duelling the queen herself, nowhe’s enjoying it even more than a fight against Yusei.

Ared light flashed  in the sky as Dark Resonator merged with ViceDragon as the most powerful monster from Jack’s deck was brought tolife.

Myvery soul, Red Daemon’s Dragon!

Pridewas considered to be one of the seven deadly sins, particularlydangerous one as it made the human soul place himself before anythingor anyone else. If that was the case, and Jack was a terrible sinner– so be it. He didn’t give a damn, to put it simple. Pride wasburning inside of him as it did each time he was looking up at thegreat dragon.

“Youknow what to do,” Red Daemon’s always did. He knew the drill, healways had. Through all those years, there had been not even theslightest glimpse of disappointment. After all, there were one.Finger pointed at the Black Rose Dragon floating at the other endof the field; even with two cards face down Jack was pretty surenothing would stop Red Daemon’s. Moreover, he had his own tricks toprotect the dragon – no surprise his deck was entirely build aroundthe mnighty Red Daemon’s.

for jack, new year’s eve is like any different day. he plans completely nothing, unless one of his friends fancies a special celebration. then, he joins but still doesn’t show any enthusiasm.