Premiering tomorrow, May 24th, 11am PT / 2pm ET -

Lackadaisy Season 1 kicks off with one of the three promised Mini Episodes - a look back at Lackadaisy's early days.

SWTD Epidemic AU.

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I can’t draw without humour.

Trots is literally myself in this scene XD

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I: Uncle Terry… Please, take care of my brother.

Innes (next - IN): I… I‘ll try to help, son.

T: Irving, give me the handset for a sec. I wanna talk to him.

INNES! WE NEED HELP!

IN: Who’s there?

(*Trots trying to suppress his anger and calm down*)

IN: Hello?

T: DON’T MAKE ME MAD, INNES! WE HAVE NO TIME FOR STUPID QUESTIONS! LISTEN CAREFULLY, YOU NEED TO GATHER YOUR CREW AND STOP RAYMOND’S GANG, SO THAT WE CAN GET TO ADMINISTRATION.

Looks like little Ivy will be asking the boys some...awkward...questions in her innocent little girl way

POPPYCLAN MINISODES!!!

This mini ep is not Canon in FD

Continued from here.

Angst / Hurt and Comfort

Yoh confronts the monster in his twin brother’s fractured mind.

Mini Episode - “We’ll Never Be Enemies” (Part Two)

As the hours slowly passed, Yoh lay awake with closed eyes as his big brother slept peacefully in his arms. But eventually, Yoh’s acutely sensitive shamanic senses picked up on the subtle distinct change in the air. Yoh slowly opened his eyes once more, fixating his cold stare on the ceiling above them.

The now wide awake shaman on top of him did not move a muscle. As the seconds passed, the atmosphere grew thicker and colder… and a smirk appeared on the long haired one’s face when he heard the heart beat within the rib cage he was laying on begin to quicken.

“If you’re going to do it, then, just get on with it.” coldly said Yoh.

A low rumble of a sinister laugh purred from the identical one’s throat.

“I will, if that is what you want.” he replied.

“Do it.” sneered Yoh. “I dare you.”

Asakura Zeke sat up slowly from the mattress. His long hair obscured his face from the one laying beneath him. He remained sitting, though he kept one firm arm across Yoh’s abdomen as he held himself upright. He paused, like he was enjoying the physical domination he had over the younger twin’s frame.

“You think I won’t?” he asked quietly, with an inflection of amusement.

Yoh remained calm and still in his flattened position. He felt a cold chill run up his spine at the hollow unfamiliar tone echoing from his twin.

“I’m waiting.” pressed Yoh. “I’m right here. What are you waiting for?”

Asakura Zeke felt that recognisable flip in his stomach return once more. He let out an amused chuckle.

“Your big brother doesn’t like what you’re doing.” he quipped with a slight grin.

“My brother isn’t here. It’s just you and me.” bit back Yoh.

“Oh he’s here.” sneered Zeke, now turning his head and locking his dark eyes with the other Asakura twin. “He’s always been right here.”

Yoh swallowed nervously as the twisted variant virus in his brother’s head managed to get under his skin.

“It’s okay Nii-chan, I can handle this.” thought Yoh.

Zeke let out an amused laugh in response.

“How cute.” he spat, “You really think you’re being clever when you do that, don’t you?”

Yoh’s brow furrowed.

“Why are you dancing around the subject, Zeke?” firmly questioned Yoh, now sitting himself up - bringing himself eye level with his inter-dimensional twin brother. “If you wanted my soul, or wanted revenge against me, you would have done it already. So what’s the hold up?”

Yoh watched as the dark eyes in front of him changed.

Zeke let out an irked sigh.

“You’re just as much of an annoying little shit across multiple dimensions. You have no idea how many times you have been close to death.” angrily snapped Asakura Zeke.

“Then enlighten me. Why haven’t you done it yet?” pushed Yoh, his tone hollow.

When a silence grew between them, a knowing smile appeared on the younger twin’s face.

“You can’t, can you?” confidently asked Yoh. “You need me for something.”

Zeke turned away from Yoh’s intense gaze to hide the angry expression his inter-dimensional twin had induced on his face.

Another foreboding silence grew in the room.

“Give my brother his body back, and I’ll co-operate with what ever it is you want.” demanded Yoh.

Another low rumbling chuckle echoed from the elder twin.

“You’re trying to bargain with me?” he chuckled in reply.

Yoh firmly fixated his glare on the back of the monster’s head.

“I don’t want to hear you or see you again until we get to the Village. Also, you stop your incessant stream of bullshit too. You leave him alone. Do you understand?”

Asakura Zeke slowly turned his head back towards the one making all the demands. The twins locked themselves into an intense unspoken exchange.

“Hm.” muttered Zeke. “You are definitely not the twin brother I know.”

“That’s because I’m not.” sneered Yoh, coldly. “Now, do we have a deal?”

A menacing and sinister smirk appeared on the fire shaman’s face in response.

“Deal.”

Within moments, the fire shaman’s shoulders relaxed and the creases in his face softened. Hao let out a deep exhale before sharply taking a breath in. He spun himself around towards Yoh as they both simultaneously threw their arms around one another.

“That was reckless, Yoh. Don’t ever do that again.” softly cried Hao, burying his face into Yoh’s hair and gripping him tightly.

“He doesn’t scare me.” gently replied Yoh, squeezing his big brother as tight as possible in return. “He’s nothing compared to you.”

Enter “Alt Universe” here.

My response to @ivycorp’s absolutely out of this world NSFW Alt Hao/Zeke fic. Find it here. 🔥

FD “Alt” Universe - This Mini Ep is canon

Rated Teen - Mature. M/M | Adult language.

One Character POV - Events take place at the start of Episode 13 (Final Episode)

“Making Your Heart Stop”

It was one of the longest and most uncomfortable nights he could remember in his long, tangible, complicated memory.

The atmosphere in the room almost resembled the crippling infinite lonely void. In fact, at one point, he almost wished he could be back there, just to escape the intense awkwardness and relentless suffocation created by all the bodies in the tiny cramped room.

Especially by the one glued to his side.

His pretend brother had kept his concerned firm gaze on his closed eyelids for hours. He could tell every subtle rising movement of his rib cage was being monitored too - like an anxious new mother watching their newborn sleep in their crib.

His more exercised yet still pathetically weak power was the only means to make him certain the other seven exhausted illusions in the room had all finally succumbed to sleep.

He didn’t know how long he had.

But he had to get out of that damn cabin.

Carefully elevating himself from the uncomfortable hard floor, his sudden shift from his cramped position echoed an unwanted creak in the boards beneath him. He froze - quickly looking down at the identical one’s face. Seeing no change, he was careful to ensure his long stray hairs did nothing to disturb those closest to him as he managed to silently climb to his feet. Opting to step over the one behind him who was the least likely to stir - the ice wielder’s amazing ability to sleep so heavily and without a care despite their circumstances assured him he was the safest route out.

Reaching his exit, his final mission was to escape out of the cabin door unheard and unseen. He glanced over his shoulder and briefly observed the green-haired culprit sleeping peacefully by the foot of the couple’s bed.

“Yes. Sleep you whiny little piece of shit. This was all your fucking fault.”

He momentarily considered scalping him. The raw events from just a few hours before were sitting right below the surface. He literally could feel the freshly healed layers under his skin. The excruciating physical pain he had to endure whilst his alt intensely panicked-

Zeke felt a wave of panic himself when he saw the X law turn over on the mattress to face his direction. But seeing her big closed eyelids made him remember what he was trying to do.

He was also trying to escape.

He gently and carefully unlocked the door and decided the next few movements would be best done as fast as possible…

He pulled opened the door and hopped outside, closing it quickly but then softly at the hatch. He even left it the tiniest bit ajar to make his return as quiet as possible too.

Holding his breath, he reached out mentally and did a sweep of the sleeping minds inside.

Success.

The skyline was starting to become a faint white as dawn approached. He scanned his surroundings, taking notice of the beauty of the forest and the neighbouring mountainous landscape beyond the lake.

It still continued to amaze him how real this world seemed. Seeing it through another’s eyes made him wonder if that was why he noticed more details, more colours. Was it Hao’s pure nature that made him see the world around him in such technicolour, or was it the fact he had been without a world to see for so long?

Then his mind returned to him.

He felt an unusual little skip in his chest cavity.

A new symptom. Elicited by the thought of his other, whilst he was the one alert and in control.

Interesting.

He decided quickly he needed to find refuge in case one of the others were to come looking for him. He made a barefoot dash to some nearby dense trees. It would be best not to go too far, so he could be found if necessary - and not rouse too much suspicion of his intent.

He could make up some excuse about doing a sweep of the perimeter, to check for any more dangers.

Secure in the fact that the one behind the unwanted hell borne visitors was safely tucked away.

He found a giant sycamore. He obscured himself behind it and threw his back against it.

He knew he didn’t have long. The others were all keen to leave this place. They were going to reach their final destination. He knew today was the day.

His mind raced, as did his heart.

The consumption was still incomplete.

That was not ideal.

He had an opportunity now, but it was risky.

Granted, the body had unfortunately undergone very little sleep. It probably wouldn’t take too long to fall back into REM.

But he would be vulnerable in this scenario.

Yoh was already suspicious of his night time affairs.

Hao’s sweet little freudian slip did not go unnoticed by him.

Then something else occurred to him.

If he were to slip back into their shared realm now, back to his resting second consciousness, chances are - he would succeed.

Easily.

So why did that option feel so…

…wrong?

That skip in his chest instantly returned.

Was that a sign, a symptom, that Hao… really, truly… wanted this?

Zeke knocked his head back against the acre.

His mind fell back on his last unsuccessful merge attempt.

He thought he had learned from his mistakes.

He had tried to rush things at the last minute.

He had allowed his real other half to fester.

Take his time to grow his strength.

This time, he allowed things to build up slowly again. It served his goal in the exact same way.

Looking back now, was he also delaying the inevitable last time too?

Was he going to end up in the same situation all over again?

Desperate?

Would Hao be somehow…

…taken from him?

The idea caused another skip in his chest, except this time a pull in his stomach accompanied it. The idea of them being ripped apart literally turned his stomach.

But what options did he have?

Delay the merge just one more night - and risk everything falling apart at the Village.

Complete the merge right now. Become one whole person. One whole soul.

Forever.

And never hear the other’s voice again.

He wrapped his arms around himself. He gently caressed his smooth soft arms with his fingertips.

This body belonged to the other.

But it was his too.

And somehow, the acceptance he was feeling, in his soul, in his heart, was telling him something significant.

Perhaps it was just his twisted possessive wishful thinking.

But this time, the other half was willing.

Obedient.

Trusting.

Natural.

Because Hao was him.

He allowed his legs to succumb underneath him and he slid down the woodland giant until his rump hit the earth.

He pulled his knees up close to his chest.

Sometimes he wished he could talk to the illusion when he was the one in control. Their relationship likely would not allow it. He was the virus. He was the one on the inside, not the other way around.

But what did Hao want?

There was no way of truly knowing without asking him.

But he couldn’t risk that.

Not just because of his fear of rejection. Especially if he removed all of his methods to keep Hao comfortable during this unbearable process.

Without that, Hao would see him for what he really was.

An evil monster.

A demonic invader.

But what if he consented. What then?

Hao wouldn’t be truly “gone” - they’d just be one being. At peace. Working in tandem. Blissfully unaware anything was different.

But that realm they shared would cease. Their ability to become themselves in what ever immaterial fashion would no longer be possible. Their conversations - as ridiculous as they can be - would stop…

…for good.

They were the same person.

But they were also two very different half souls.

Born from two very different worlds.

They were “meant to be.” The ex-King had told him exactly that.

Yet thinking about that twisted scheming God now made his skin crawl. The emotional torture he watched that bastard put Hao through was excruciatingly painful to experience second hand.

Though he knew he wouldn’t be here, in this dilemma, or even in some way physically without the external helping hand.

Was he supposed to be fucking grateful?

Asakura Zeke put his head between his knees.

He never expected it to be this hard.

All he had to do was close his eyes.

Breathe slowly.

And within a minute or so, he would have Hao back in his arms.

They could be together one final time.

It would be short.

It would be painless.

It would be over in moments.

He could even ensure it was rather pleasurable.

That was when another new symptom became aroused within his adopted form.

He lifted his head from his knees, a little alarmed.

Is that… what these symptoms were?

Desire?

Wanting?

Yearning?

A small devilish smirk appeared on his face.

If that’s what this confusion meant, it took him an embarrassingly long time to figure it out.

Hao wanted him.

“Heh.” he muttered with a grin,